NCIS: Los Angeles

You got the wrong guy, Talia.

I'm your partner.

I know who you are.

I am more concerned with who you aren't.

I'm not who you think I am.

That's funny, you know?

I liked who I thought you were.

That's not what I meant.

Tell me who you're not, Mark.

I'm not a traitor.

DEA server records has you logging into our top secret

informants list and uploading 200 gigs of data

onto an unauthorized thumb drive.

You denying that?

No.

Hmm, so you're exactly

who I think you are, partner.

Turning traitor is a choice.

Betraying everything you know

and love is a choice, Talia.

Taking away your choices

is the first thing they do.

Who's taken away your choices?

My name is Agent Mark Moore.

I am your partner, and that is all real.

Mark, you tell me who's controlling you.

Tell me what's going on.

I'm sorry.

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Steak tartare at Le Voltaire in Paris at sunset.

Tartare as in raw meat?

Mm-hmm, practically still breathing.

Ew.

The saba at Jiro Ono's bar in Tokyo,

but only the original joint at the Ginza Metro Station.

What is saba?

A skinless mackerel, but usually

the 14th piece of Jiro-san's omakase.

Hey, uh, did you get that fixed?

Get what fixed?

The problem with the plumbing at your new place?

Oh, yeah, no, still working on that.

Couple more days, I guess.

What are they doing?

I don't know, you know?

They're plumbers-- a lot of pipes and butt cracks.

Kens? Yeah?

Your turn. Sorry.

1975 Château d'Yquem.

Since when did alcohol qualify as someone's best meal ever?

Okay.

White truffle menu,

Giorgio Baldi. Boom.

Which dish?

: All of them. All of them?

You did the entire white truffle tasting menu at Giorgio's?

Mm-hmm. Last supper style?

Oh, yeah, last supper style.

Sorry, plumber still.

KENSI (clears throat) : I had, uh,

every single dish.

I'm impressed.

It was amazing.

That you had that epic meal all by yourself.

Oh, well, I didn't have it all by myself.

Here we go.

Oh, you are the man, Deeks.

Champagne wishes and caviar dreams.

He spares no expense for his lady.

Since we're talking about Giorgio Baldi's,

that's the kind of place that you spring for

when you're about to freaking propose.

Aah.

Don't answer that question.

You didn't ask a question.

Exactly.

Well, this just got weird.

The topic of conversation was best meals ever.

White truffles it is.

High-priced plates of fungi.

That's really interesting, actually,

because I think it was you and I

over a plate of nachos

at the Clippers-Spurs game when you told me

that a meal is all about the person you're sharing it with.

Baby, those nachos were

just the most amazing nachos

I have ever had.

But not like

last supper good.

I think we ought to put the lid back on this can of worms.

Nah, they can close it themselves.

Caught a case. Double homicide.

Bon appétit.

Plumbers?

Yeah, no, plumbers.

But they can handle this themselves.

As one can of worms closes...

An even bigger one springs up in its place.

Security guard watched the whole thing

on the camera feed.

When he realized Talia was about to get a full confession,

he went big.

Moore was a traitor.

He didn't know the guy who shot him was a traitor, too.

The DEA exposed two moles, and it's not even lunch.

They want an outside agency to investigate.

Well, Talia's worked with us before.

Probably trusts NCIS more than her own people.

Where is she? She went on the run

after the shooting and then got in touch with us.

At the moment, she's laying low at her safe house

in Los Feliz.

Talia had evidence

that Agent Moore used his top secret clearance

to bootleg

the DEA's drug cartel informant list.

Have we secured

the duplicate? Uh, no.

The DEA can only confirm

that the list was transferred

to a thumb drive.

A team was sent to Agent Moore's residence

in Hancock Park, but they didn't find anything.

Friends, family?

Uh, yeah.

Emily Moore,

his wife, she's an interior designer.

Got a team watching her now.

She hasn't moved from the house

since getting the news that her husband was killed.

Any connection

between Moore and the guard who shot him?

Just one.

Citadel Behavioral Research.

I think you're all familiar with the name.

Yes, we are. I wouldn't be here if we weren't.

Premier psychological assessment firm

under direct contract with the federal government.

They spent six months digging through my life

before I got the job offer to work here.

Grade school report cards, interviewing neighbors,

polygraphs, they did a full-body cavity search

of my life.

Charming. So charming.

Graphic.

Citadel vetted Moore and the security guard that killed him.

Best assessment team in the world

struck out twice with the same agency?

Best case scenario,

criminal negligence.

Worst case scenario,

conspiracy inside the firm.

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you take Talia with you

to interview Emily Moore?

Okay. Where's Hetty?

She's on a flight back from DC.

Make sure she's fully briefed by the time she lands.

What are you and Sam gonna do? We'll hit Citadel.

Infiltrate the most secure intelligence firm on the planet?

I like to start my week off right.

Busted her partner for treason,

watched him get shot,

and then shot the guy that killed him

all in the same morning.

That's a tough day.

Well, she's a tough girl.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, why?

I'm getting a weird vibe.

So am I. Maybe an earthquake is coming.

Something going on with the Internal Affairs investigation?

Oh, look, we're here.

I know you're not gonna knock on that door

without answering my question.

Talia, it's Kensi and Deeks.

Kensi, it's good to see you.

Never thought I'd hear myself say that.

We're here for you.

I know what it's like to lose a partner.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey.

Deeks, you are looking good.

I never thought I'd hear myself say that, either.

Makes two of us.

I still can't believe Mark got flipped.

15 years with the DEA.

I mean, I should have figured it out

before he fell in over his head.

Any idea who flipped him?

No.

He said something that stuck.

"Taking away your choices

is the first thing they do."

Get down!

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Move! Go, go, go!

Let's go, let's go!