NCIS: Los Angeles

Ten cuidado.

Los patos están heridos.

Ten cuidado.

Los patos están heridos.

"The ducks are wounded"?

I better not see any wounded ducks in Cancún.

Cool-- Ten points. Oh, um...

911. 911.

Good run, champ.

You know, I got an idea.

Last time you said that, we were dropped into Budapest

on Thanksgiving with nothing but a headlamp and a roll of tape.

The headlamp was part of the deluxe package.

Ooh, and I am thankful for that to this day.

Mm.

You're lucky I'm proud of you right now

or I'd make you run another ten miles with me.

Oh, yeah. With you or ahead of you?

'Cause...

Mm.

You're funny.

I get that from Mom.

Mm.

And I get my desire to Zen-fully celebrate

on the inside from you, so can we change the subject?

Not a chance.

You just got accepted into the Naval Academy.

That's a huge accomplishment.

Couldn't have done it without your support.

Hmm.

Oh, and as a thank you,

I guess I'll let you tell me about this idea of yours.

How about over spring break,

we go over to Annapolis, do a few dry runs?

And here I thought Aspen with my friends

was gonna be my best offer.

You worked really hard for this. I want you to be prepared.

June is a long way away. I've got plenty of time to prepare.

It'll be here before you know it.

Dad.

It's been a really weird year.

Can we just take this one step at a time?

You're right.

There's nothing wrong with focusing on the present, right?

Speaking of, I've only got a few days of winter break

left with my friends...

Say no more.

You earned the right to have a little fun.

Thanks, Dad.

Yeah, yeah.

I got an hour to kill before I have

to be back here. You want a ride over to the boat?

That's okay. You can just drop me in the center of El Segundo

with some duct tape. I'll find my own way.

Yeah, why don't you find your own way to pay for Aspen

while you're at it?

Ooh.

Ooh.

Got to go.

Mm, yeah. Deuces. Yeah.

No, I can explain.

No need.

Look, I forgot I had

a standing meeting every Monday.

What, you couldn't call and tell me that?

Well, it's not exactly standing if you know what I mean.

Okay, just stop, right there.

No, it was with woman. Zola.

You'd like her.

Okay, well,

you were supposed to meet me here 40 minutes ago.

See, this is your exact problem:

schedule, schedule, schedule, schedule-- why?

When you give up time,

that's when you get where you need to be.

Uh-huh. Who taught you that? Zola?

No.

Goop.

Look, Arkady,

I really need to talk to you.

Then talk.

Not over the phone.

Why not?

Is my Anna okay?

Anna is fine.

Ah. Ah, then it's the Russians.

They finally took

that jumpy Urkel who mumbles in your ear.

His name is Eric, and he's fine, too.

Look, I just need you to weigh in on something.

Text me where you'll be this afternoon.

I'll come to you.

How can I know?

I'm like great white.

I stop moving, I die.

Arkady, this is important.

3:00 p.m.

See, there you again with the schedules.

I promise you, it's going to kill you.

Yeah, well, so will that cigar you're smoking right now.

Garfield, Arthur,

Cleveland, Harrison, Cleveland.

Garfield, Arthur, Cleveland, Harrison, Cleveland.

Still trying to memorize presidents?

No, I've moved on to matchmaking

with Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany and Tiffany.

Mm.

I already told you that presidential history

is not on your DCSA interview for FLETC.

How can you be so sure?

Uh, for one, I've actually, you know, been through FLETC.

That sounds vaguely familiar.

And two, I don't think law enforcement training

requires an intimate knowledge of Zachary Taylor's death.

Contaminated cherries.

Hmm?

That's how he died.

Contaminated cherries, which, sidenote,

is also the name of the punk band I started in college.

Yeah, you might not want to talk about that today.

Why? I think it humanizes me.

Listen, babe, I've already done my interview

with DCSA Agent Martinez yesterday,

and believe me, you have nothing to worry about.

Okay? This is one last teeny-tiny hurdle

before you get through FLETC.

Okay, but why is my heart beating so fast?

I feel like I'm having a heart attack.

In, like, real time. It doesn't matter.

You're fine-- you're right. You're right.

You are the...

calm in my storm,

you are the wind in my sails.

You are the, uh...

Apple of your eyesore?

It's so weird that you would say that.

Side-sidenote,

the Contaminated Cherries, that was their greatest hit.

I know.

She didn't.

She did.

No!

Yes. Mama D sent me the whole album,

and it's wonderful.

You don't have to share that

with anyone, especially not, you know, Sam.

'Cause I think that he would-- I don't--

You should just bury it.

Hey.

You're gonna do great today.

I'm gonna be great.

I promise.

Now let's go, because I have to get to work

because I have a job.

Yeah, no, no. I definitely realize I have no job.

Her name was Moonbeam.

Or maybe it was Carol.

Either way, she was about five-foot-two,

lived in a yurt kissed with turquoise,

and I really thought that tea she gave me was oolong.

Mr. Beale, get to the point.

The point. The point, the point is, Agent Martinez...

...is that I saw God

on that mountaintop that morning,

and whether it was the tea

or my altitude sickness, I'll never know.

But what I do know is this:

I could never live with myself if I didn't tell you the truth.

I don't care about Moonbeam or what kind of tea it was.

See, now I'm thinking it was, like, a rooibos or something.

We're here to talk about your colleague.

Ah, yes, the whole reason

why you asked me to fly down here today.

I did suggest a Zoom call.

Well, I'm here now, so let's-let's dive in.

I assume you and Detective Deeks are close?

To answer that question, Agent Martinez,

I'm gonna have to ask you a question.

Mm-hmm.

Are you familiar with a little app called Jervis?

Unfortunately, I'm not.

That's because it doesn't exist.

But I can explain.

Settle in.

So, what it is, right, what it does, it's-it's-it's...

Well, this one's just filled with floppy disks.

Tell me again

why we're doing this.

Well, because most of this stuff is archived

and Nell wants to make sure it's all logged in

before we consolidate.

Or is it because Nell wants to keep us busy?

I'm not following.

Think about it.

We're young, we're attractive,

we're elite, we are...

A little full of ourselves?

But I'm not saying you're wrong.

We are in high demand.

Right? Out on the open market,