NCIS: Los Angeles

The intentions we set in this room

dictate how we act outside of it.

And back to downward facing dog.

If you learn to smile with your thighs in here,

you can smile through your problems out there.

Good work, Brad.

It's a crazy time in America right now, you guys.

You know what I'm talking about, right?

Acai is out of season.

Coachella is sold out.

Your rent is late.

Your gas is shut off.

Your bank account is empty.

All because your parents watched

one documentary on Netflix

and suddenly think you're a Rajneeshee,

so they completely cut you off

because they don't understand

why you just can't work in PR

like your sister Sharon.

Let's just move into corpse pose.

We're all dying anyway.

Everybody out!

Get...

Get... Move! Guys, get out of the way.

He won't be making it to the airport.

Yeah.

Tell me about it.

I got to get this to the FBI.

Meet Callen and Deeks at the boatshed.

- I'll stay here and wrap this up. - Got it.

*NCIS: LOS ANGELES *

*NCIS: LOS ANGELES * Season 11 Episode 13

*NCIS: LOS ANGELES * Episode Title: "High Society"

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You know what the FBI gives you when you're pregnant?

Uh, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say desk duty.

Oh, you're funny.

- You babysit? - Well, more than you'd think.

Kens, Nell.

This is Agent Rush from the FBI.

Hey. Hey, nice to meet you.

And, uh, congratulations.

Thanks, but save those

for when I can see my feet again.

Should I grab you something to drink?

You got any white wine?

Oh, we are fresh out.

Ah, I can't get a break these days.

Well, maybe we can change that. Nell?

Yep. Lieutenant Commander Daniel Palmer.

He's deceased as of two hours ago.

On the surface he is cleaner than a crisp

chardonnay.

Oh, you're cruel.

And I like it.Thanks.

Unfortunately, Palmer was hiding

- a pretty serious gambling problem. - Yeah.

Liked his online craps,

but his bank account, unfortunately, did not.

Which is why he hacked into your undercover agent database

working a JTF for the FBI.

His plan was to find a buyer then flee the country.

Fortunately, we were able to stop him

- before he could do either. - Hm.

Meaning the names and locations of our undercover agents

have not been compromised?

Mm-hmm. Files all encrypted right inside.

There's been no tampering, hacking, cracking

or shellacking.

Oh, God, I'm gonna have to start rhyming.

I should go make peace with that.

I owe you guys, big time.

And when I'm less big time, I'll take you out for drinks.

Uh, pass my thanks along to Agent Hanna

and Detective Deeks, will you?

- Mm-hmm. - Yup.

Uh, speaking of my husband, where is he?

He said he had an early morning, so I told him to go home.

Which is exactly what you two should do.

You gonna walk out with us?

No, I'm gonna finish up some things around here.

But, uh, good job today.

Thanks. You too.

Have a good night.

- Yep. - Yeah.

Hate to see me go.

Love to watch me walk away.

Please save me the therapy bill

and tell me you're not talking to me.

No, I'm talking to those two limping

Lipitor ads we just walked by.

Great, maybe you should say it a little louder,

so they can appreciate the alliteration.

I don't care if they hear me.

This is the new Roberta Deeks.

I think it, I say it.

As opposed to the old Roberta Deeks,

who thought it and then put it on Facebook

underneath a picture of a fat, grumpy cat?

I can't help it if my followers

want to know why this caged bird sings.

Mom, I still don't understand why you're training for a 5K.

You hate competition.

Don't be dramatic.

I don't hate anything.

Pigeons.

Rats with wings.

Cargo shorts.

Anything over four pockets is just greedy.

Street performers.

The last time I financially supported a clown,

I was married to your father.

Touché. Why don't you just tell me

what this is really all about?

- Marty. - Mm-hmm.

I'm daring greatly.

I'm following minimally.

Brené Brown says that

we need to be vulnerable in order to truly live.

So I've decided to get rid of shame and embrace fear

by putting myself out there more.

Hence the competitive 5K.

I'm also learning German

and drinking oat milk.

Hell, I haven't experimented this much

since junior college.

Mom, boundaries, please.

- You can't... - Oh.

Okay, okay, you're young.

I get that.

I was young once, too.

But trust me, you don't want to wake up one day

with a pillow full of those golden locks

and a heart full of regret.

Okay. All right. Fair enough.

Listen, I-I've always supported you

and I'm always gonna support you.

I'm just a little worried that you're taking on too much.

Oh, sweetheart,

I'm just getting started.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got a smoothie date with a sweet little piece of pork

I just met on Hinge.Okay.

Might want to consider hanging onto

a little bit of that shame, Mom.

Just a touch of it

would be helpful for society.

Oh, God!

You have Shia LaBeouf at 11:00.

More performance art?

This one involves a water wheel

and an elderly squirrel named Esther.

Push it to 3:00.

And stock my cabinet with Yamazaki.

18-year-old. I'm gonna need it.

Copy that.

I didn't peg you for a Strinati's guy.

Well, you told me this was a good place to get

- my morning fix. - Wow,

a good listener.

Hard quality to find in a man these days.

Not if you know where to look.

Sam Hanna, this is my assistant, Lily Chen.

The pleasure is all mine.

Nice to meet you, too, Lily.

Uh, Lily, why don't you go get a head start on our 9:30 call?

We don't have a 9:30 call.

Then go pull the car around.

We took a Lyft.

Lily. Lily?

Leave.

Right, course.

Course, course, course.

I keep her around for her good taste.

Yeah, well, haven't seen you around

any of my crime scenes lately.

Well, I've been dabbling

in international heists these days.

It's always good to get a change of scenery, right?

Speaking of, what are you doing on my side of town?

Just following a hunch.

Oh, I'll leave you to it.

Besides, I need to...

Oh, yeah, you got that 9:30 thing, right?

- You got to get to it. - Mm-hmm.

Well played.

Bye, Sam.

All right.

Ah...

P87 is on the loose.

Remind me again. P87...

Is that the Parisian spy we took down for smuggling nuclear codes

inside of a taxidermied pet chinchilla?

Mountain lion.

That dude had a pet mountain lion?

Man, the French are wild.

P87 isa mountain lion.

He lives in the Santa Monica mountains.