NCIS: Los Angeles

Driver! Out of your vehicle now!

I said out of the vehicle!

Nothing Rachel said was true, was it?

No.

Her name even Rachel?

So what happens now?

You go to jail.

Let's go, loverboy.

Keep it movin'.

He's all yours.

Everything I said to you, I meant it.

Everything was real.

Not for me.

You good?

I'm great.

Mmm. Man fell hard for you.

The man was also funding domestic terrorism.

And plus, you know what, the-the whole billionaire thing,

kind of getting old. Mmm. I'm sure.

You know, perfect clothes, perfect car,

perfect food. It's like, "Ugh.

- Too much." - Amen to that.

I like things with flaws.

Yeah, well, that's no secret.

Easy, tiger.

We've been grinding

on this case for two days straight.

Time for some chow and some shut-eye.

Amen to that.

Best idea ever. All right.

Well, I think I have to get out of this dress.

It makes me nervous to wear it.

He spent $3,000 on this dress.

What? It sounds like you're saying "$3,000."

Mm-hmm. It's a Balmain.

You got to pay to play, baby.

We should take it to Melrose, hock it for a hundo.

Ha, ha. Then you can explain to Hetty

why it never showed up in wardrobe.

Whoa!

Beale!

Hey.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What are you doing?

Just, uh... practicing my training.

Training? Training for what?

I've been... I've been doing jujitsu

for the past, uh, month over

at Copper Academy. Really?

Wow. That's very impressive.

Yeah. Well, I figured my firearm training's coming along.

Maybe it's time for a little... unarmed combat.

All right. Well, let's see your defense for this chokehold.

Safe word. Safe word.

Pretty sure you just say "tap."

Oh. Yeah.

Um, Nell, I have a confession to make.

What's that? I haven't really...

learned any jujitsu yet.

I thought you said you've been training for over a month.

I have.

And? And, um,

I haven't actually made it to the class part yet.

What do you mean?

Um, I usually have to...

take a breather and lie down during the warm-up.

The warm-up? Yeah.

You may call it a warm-up.

I call it Navy SEAL Hell Week crammed into 20 minutes.

Oh, Beale, it's not that bad.

Not if you're some

ripped, eight-pack, Adonis-looking stud.

Okay. How do you know it's not so bad?

I just...

Nell?

I dated one of the instructors over there.

Huh.

Look, it's been a long night. Hetty's giving us the day.

How 'bout we go get some breakfast

and talk about literally anything else.

Great.

Let's go. Great.

So, this guy,

was he, like, a full-on instructor or...

This açaí bowl, really good, man. You should've gotten one.

Easy.

I'm already drinking this baby food smoothie for you.

What do you have against açaí?

It's the superfood of the Amazon.

You don't think it's strange that two years ago

you'd never even heard of açaí?

Now you're slurping it down every chance you get.

I don't do that. I don't slurp.

I don't trust it. It's too new.

You don't trust a fruit?

It's just the latest L.A. food craze, that's all.

Today it's some mystery berry from the Amazon.

Tomorrow we'll be eating... shower mold

because it's high in omega-3s. It's ridiculous.

Actually, the new açaí

is a cactus fruit. It's called pitaya.

Pi-tay-a. Pi-tay-a?

Pi-tay-a. Pit-ay-a.

All right. Now you're just making stuff up.

That's ridiculous. No... Hey!

Hey! Whoa, man.

Morning, Agent Callen,

Agent Hanna. Who's this?

I'm glad you had a nutritious breakfast.

Vitamins, minerals.

Healthy energy for the day ahead.

It's been fun talking to you, pal,

but this conversation's over... Pressing that button,

Agent Callen, will be like killing

those 20 people by yourself.

20 people?

Yes, Agent Hanna, 20 people. I'm... You know, give or take.

But what's a life or two either way, right?

Uh-huh. This is some kind of a game?

A game is played for pleasure.

A game doesn't have a determined outcome.

Either side can win in a game.

Games have their place. But this...

whatever this is, boys, it ain't a game.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. Feetsies stay planted.

If you hit send on that text, Agent Hanna, the 20 people die.

I want you two to throw your earwigs and your phones

down that storm drain to the right behind that planter.

Now.

You got ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five...

What's keeping you?

Four...

Good choice.

Now, I think I know the answer to this but indulge me.

Are you two willing to trade your lives

for those of 20 strangers?

Yes.

No wavering. No hesitation.

How do we save them?

Do you guys have a theme song?

I mean, you should, 'cause this is all really very heroic stuff.

You got one minute to save 20 people.

It's a bomb.

You're right about that.

50 seconds. Where is it?

How many more times do you think

that boy's gonna bounce that basketball

before he dies?

The bus stop. Federal agents! There's a bomb!

Clear the way! Get out Clear the bus stop! Get out of here!

There's a bomb, everybody! Move, move,

move, move! Go, go, go!

Mama, what's happening? What's happening?

Sweetheart, come with me. Right now.

Just come with me now. Okay.

Sam, the boy!

I got him.

Three, two,

one!

You okay? You okay?

Wow.

Smart money said you'd lose at least four of 'em.

Color me impressed.

Now it's time to get to work, boys.

So, I have this feeling that I'm going to regret

letting you pick the breakfast place this morning, but...

Something's wrong. I don't like this.

What's up? No little kid monster cereal on the menu?

Callen and Sam's phones went offline.

Let me see that.

And no signal from their earwigs either.

Hmm. Maybe they're in an underground parking structure.

No. There's none near their last known location.

Why would they ditch their comms? Hmm.

And at exactly the same time.

Come on. Let's check it out.

I will not lie--

that dress is a work of art,

but it is not even in the same league as this T-shirt.

Well, yeah, and that T-shirt is actually much more,

uh... Much more what?

Much more you. Aw, thank you.

You ready for this? Mm-hmm.

Breakfast... is served.

I know it's not brunch at the Soho House,

but it's gonna have to do.

Don't tick... Please don't tickle me. Please don't tickle me.

Mmm. Get in there.

Okay. Oh, thank you.

Ah, I love your frittatas. They are the best.

Okay.

Mmm. Just perfect.

Yeah.

You're not still thinking about my undercover op, are you?

No.

Well, no, maybe. A little.

Guy's a douche.