I said no!
What's this guy doing?
Look out!
Stay here!
No, stay here!
Oh, son of a...
Hey, what the hell, man?
What's wrong with...
Oh, man.
Hey, open the door.
Hey!
Open the door, man! Wake up!
Hey, come on, man! Open the door! Wake up!
Open the door!
Get him out of the car!
Let me go!
No!
You know what young people say they want to be when they grow up?
Probably not a Navy SEAL.
Not a teacher, not an astronaut,
or anything that requires that...
all kids want to be as famous.
And girls just want to have fun.
Like 15 minutes of fame is nothing new.
Morning, guys.
Morning, Nate. Good workout?
Yeah.
You know what young people say they want to be
when they grow up?
Probably not a Navy SEAL.
Morning, Nate. Good workout?
Yeah, maxed out the delts.
Feeling that.
Keeping the glutes in shape.
A guy carves a 10-foot-tall human out of stone
and buries it.
Then he discovers a petrified giant.
Media has a frenzy.
People come from all over.
A story of instant celebrity from drum roll.
1868.
It's a sucker born every minute.
Actually, Barnum never even said
the famous quotation.
So Barnum made a second stone giant
and the guy who owned the first one
said people who saw Barnum's giant were suckers.
Yeah, so he celebrate Barnum for a quote
he never said about a phony replica
of a crackpot hoax.
Well, well.
Dicks.
Callan? Dak?
Sorry, a little sore in the delts.
The glutes are good.
You heard that? I did.
Sam?
The desk is taken, Deeks.
Can't sit there.
Excuse me.
Mr. Hanna,
I asked Detective Deeks
to sit there.
I did so politely.
Detective Deeks has been
appointed our LAPD liaison.
Filling a chair
that though taken
has been vacant for some time.
Welcome aboard, Deeks.
Thanks.
So you're sort of a temp?
Temp? Yeah, I like that.
See with cops having a negative
nickname's a good thing.
Okay, no time to waste.
We have a case.
Deeks? Really?
Deeks, really. LAPD liaison.
That's the best they could do.
Oh, hello, Deeks.
Hey, Kenzie. Oh, and, uh,
it's the best they can do.
Sorry.
What do you got, Eric?
Lieutenant Brian Roth
sailed the car off Mulholland
early this morning with two bullets in him.
I witnessed as he was still alive
when he went over, but...
he's not anymore.
The car wasn't his.
Whose was it? The ones to Aubrey Darva.
The Aubrey Darva?
Aubrey's vying for the socialite tiara
trying to out Paris, Paris Hilton,
and out Kim the Kardashians.
Photo on the right, taken just last night.
Posted on ZMZ.
Famous for being famous.
Welcome to Los Angeles. The point is
she wouldn't be hanging out with a nobody sailor.
More likely this guy stole her car.
Was it reported stolen? No, not yet.
Ross was at the top of his class
in Annapolis with a flawless service wreck.
Who wouldn't call him a nobody?
To her, he's a nobody. Not my opinion, Sam.
Let's get up there and tell the LAPD
we're interested. Oh, good thing we have a liaison.
Yeah.
Good thing.
Okay, here.
As soon as you find out, let me know.
Time to do your liaison thing.
Yeah, about that liaison thing.
What's the wait? Car's coming on.
He doesn't want to. Doesn't want what?
Liases. Is that even a word?
Yes, a liaison liaises.
Well, maybe you can demonstrate.
Thanks.
What was that about? I don't know.
Felt like a mom dropping off her kid for stay at school.
Hey, guys. How's it going?
I beat it.
Okay. Appreciate the help.
Doesn't look like a very warm reception.
We done?
They told me...
Actually, you don't need to know what they told me.
Is it our crime scene?
Conversation never got that far.
Leave it to me.
You know how it is with undercover cops?
I've pissed off more than my fair share of shields.
Then why'd they choose you as our liaison?
Heddy's request.
Thank you.
Our case. Our crime scene.
You're okay too, Deeks.
If you're with us.
Okay.
Two gunshots.
Shoulder. Ribs.
This guy would have bled out even without the crash.
There's blood on the door handle.
That means he got shot before he got in the car.
I need to find that crime scene.
There's a door stamp for a bomb.
That's the hottest club in Hollywood.
Okay, so Roth was there.
Something happens.
That puts him in Aubrey Darber's car and gets him shot.
Well, a bomb isn't just socialite central
for the Aubrey Darber's of the world.
There's a lot of bad guys hanging out there too.
Yo.
Eric, a nightclub called Balm
need to see their security footage.
I'm on it. Nothing here.
Guys.
Shoes.
Clutch.
Cell phone.
Things a girl does not leave behind.
And here, pink fabric.
Remember that photo taken last night and posted on ZMZ?
Aubrey Darber.
She wore a pink dress.
Here.
Nice.
Wow.
So Aubrey's stepdad is Ben Darver,
immigrated a penniless kid,
won a full ride to Harvard,
made billions in real estate,
and married a socialite from Pasadena.
What's your name?
My name is Aubrey Darber.
I was born and raised here a year ago.
You vacationed with these people?
No, I just remember things.
Hi, we're looking for Aubrey Darber?
Her father's about to pool.
It must be nice to have your morning latte
next to your pool.
Mr. Darber.
I'm Detective Deeks, LAPD.
This is Special Agent Kenzie Blythe.
You're having surveillance cameras installed?
Yeah, because of all the break-ins.
It was over the last year.
No one is safe.
I'm assuming that's why you're here.
No.
We're here because of your stepdaughter Aubrey.
Aubrey?
Did she come home last night?
Oh, yeah, she always comes home as part of our deal.
Could you check on her, please?
Sure, this way.
Part of your deal?
Yeah, Aubrey had a problem with drugs
after her mother died, but I trust her.
She's bouncing back.
Certain rules. It was her idea.
Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?
Her car was found at the bottom of a cliff this morning.
So someone stole her car?
That's what we're here to find out.
Aubrey, there are people here to see you.
Aubrey?
Aubrey.
We have a deal.
I don't understand.
What is this?
What haven't you told me?
I'm sorry, Mr. Darval, but the driver of the car
had been in his shooting.
Oh, my God.
Aubrey.
Bolo's out on Aubrey Darval.
Eric's checking a phone number she called
every day for the last six months.
Okay, perfect. Thanks. Got something.
Uh, police report on the break-ins in the neighborhood.
I have 10. All high-end houses,
all unsolved, nine of those addresses
are in Aubrey's phone.
She knows the victims.
Are you think she's mixed up with the break-in crew,
supplying them with targets?
She wouldn't know their habits, their schedules,
maybe even their security systems.
How does this tie into midshipman Roth?
Maybe Roth stumbles on to the ring, tries to be a hero.
And in fighting gets he and Audrey popped.
Except Aubrey doesn't need money.
That's not quite true. She's been in drug rehab,
and her stepfather's tied her sizable allowance
to a recovery, so
maybe she's relapsing, needs cash to buy drugs.
You pulled her file?
Sure, but I knew that already.
What, enjoy my juicy celebrity gossip
as much as the next guy?
It's hard to believe a guy like Roth would be tied up
in a break-in crew.
If he was, his shipmates would know.
Nice door stamp.
I'm here because I went to a club.
You're here because your buddy didn't come home.
Brian didn't come home?
Maybe he's still with that girl.
Sorry.
She's dead.
I don't believe it.
Roth was a guy who was going to live forever.
Lieutenant Perfect.
What did you do yesterday?
We threw Brian a birthday bash.
His birthday's not till June.
LA beats Port Kong, Yemen for free.
LA beats Port Kong, Yemen for fun, okay?
We deployed in two weeks.
Roth's a card nut, so
we spent the afternoon playing poker.
Then we go to Bomb, and
Brian hooks up with this hot pig.
I mean, Fantasy Island hot.
He leaves with her.
The picture wolf. You kidding me?
I'm waiting to hear his stories.
I mean, ten months at sea,
you want to hear tales like that and know they're real.
I can't believe he's gone.
You see Fantasy Island in here?
That's her.
She fangs?
Trying to be.
Then she's missing.
What do you know about that?
Nothing.
She and Roth left the club about 1130.
And Halle and I head back to base.
Right away?
Yeah, I see that's fine.
If that was true,
you would have made it to Point Magoo by 1 a.m.
But you didn't check in until 4.
We went for a swim in Santa Monica.
At Ferrisville, it's great lights.
Tell me, were they still on?
Yeah, he kind of walked into that.
Your buddy's dead, his girl's missing.
And his hole in your timeline does not look good.
So did you follow them from the club?
No.
Have you ever heard of them?
No.
From the club?
No. Have you ever robbed a house?
No, what's that have to do with anything?
Where's Aubrey Darva?
I told you, I don't know.
So where'd you go after a bomb?
I had to lose scared like something went down
and Tyre told me to keep quiet.
Now, Tyre is Roth's shipmate but not his friend.
Never used his first name.
Thanks, Eric.
The phone Aubrey calls every day
wants to rehab sponsor.
I'll give him a call.
I don't know if they both seem genuinely surprised
we're all dead.
There's nothing that doesn't belong here.
No stolen watches, no jewelry,
no thick water cash.
You don't go to Annapolis to blow it all
by falling in with some break-in crew.
What are these guys hiding?
Maybe they know more about what happened to Aubrey.
The longer she's missing, less likely we find her alive.
What do you have?
This is the audio from the SOS system
in Aubrey's Mercedes.
Picked up Roth saying something over and over.
His voice is super weak, but here's what I got.
Something, something king.
Definitely king.
You don't wish you'd done words.
He's saying he'll shot him.
It sounds like club. It's a club king.
Club could be bomb.
King could be a person.
Or it could be a kingpin.
There's lots of those at bomb.
And Roth left with Aubrey. Maybe she was somebody else's girl.
Making jealousy a possible motive for shooting him.
Let me see the security footage from bomb.
There isn't a...
They won't hand it over?
None to hand over. No cameras.
That's why it's so popular with the rich and infamous.
Nobody's watching.
And you can forget about interviewing witnesses
because even if something did happen, everybody's looking the other way.
The clock's ticking for the girl.
If she's still alive.
Is some kingpin at the club have Roth shot?
Supports Nate's theory that his bunkmates didn't do it.
Well, they still haven't told us where they went.
We're gonna have to stay on them for that.
You know what do you say, Sam?
You want to spend a swanky night in a hot club
or sweating Navy guys in a cold room?
All right, listen, this is a fantastic plan,
but you don't just waltz into bomb, okay?
I mean, I get into a connection I've worked hard to develop
and maybe Kenzie gets in because she's hot.
I'm just saying, don't make it weird.
But you? Only one way in for you.
Money. And a lot of it.
And I'll arrange that to give you ready to pay.
How much are we talking?
Guys drop 30 grand a night.
Yeah? Yeah.
Tell you what, why don't you go ask Hedy for that tip?
I'll go do that.
I'll go. I'll ask her.
What can I do for you, Mr. Deeks?
I've been sent to ask for funds
to get into a nightclub under cover
in an attempt to identify Roth
and possibly Arby Dover's killer.
That's uncharacteristically formal speech.
You must be asking for a lot of money.
I don't know what to do.
Okay.
Listen, here's the deal.
Okay.
The only way I get us all in is if I sell Kalin as a big spender.
That means he needs to flash
one of those credit cards with a no-questions-ask kind of limit.
How about this?
Mm-hmm.
$50,000 limit.
However, if more than $5,000 is charged to this card,
I will come for you with my letter opener.
Is that clear, Mr. Geeks?
Got it.
Wait, what?
You want me to sign this?
Because it's-it's-it's Callan's card.
And you're the guarantor.
Mr. Callan, your credit card.
$50,000 limit.
Backstopped in the name of Ivan Kovac.
Huh.
Wardrobe.
There's a trick somewhere.
There's got to be a trick.
No trick. Just ask nicely.
Deeks talked you into handing over a card with a $50,000 limit.
Really.
Do you remember Rio, that Baikunya suit you wore?
It cost $10,000.
Cops hate Deeks.
In Miami, you nearly scuttled a faredy yacht of a Normani prince.
Ooh.
He's a lousy liaison, and you ought to get the sense he isn't temporary.
The repairs alone cost more than the limit on that credit card.
Eddie, I'm not complaining that you gave him the money.
How could you, Mr. Callan?
I gave you the card.
You don't want him as a liaison.
You want him as an agent.
If they played Lady Gaga tonight, dance one for me, would you?
Whatever.
Ivan Cole back in party?
Back in the long run.
I'm sorry, we were told that we were on the list.
Back to the line.
No, no, it's okay, Jesse, they're with me.
Well, you should have said so.
All right, brother.
Thanks, man.
Yeah, come on in.
Thanks.
Damn, baby.
There she is.
So, this is your friend.
Ivan Cole back.
Dad runs the Russian oil business, you know.
Oh, oh, well, Ivan, I am Sapphire.
If there's anything you need, you ask me.
I have you at the best table in the house
with a lot of lovely ladies that are excited to meet you.
That's great.
Would you like to open a tab?
God, I love this job.
I can see why.
She looks like a high-class madam.
Except for sex is optional.
What's the scene?
What can I say?
She called you Tim.
Been here before?
Undercover.
First?
Oh, God, you're like a bull instead of a tiger.
You just charge on in there.
Thank you, darling.
Well, please.
You don't believe it, Callan?
My 12 o'clock, Aubrey Darpa, alive.
And well enough to party.
Well, victim just became our suspect.
His place is a who's who.
Who's bad?
Aubrey was speaking to that scrawny guy over there.
That's Mr. Blood Diamond himself.
Yeah, now she's talking to AJ Pageant, mad Armenian.
A guy like that'll kill over an insult.
Or a girl like Aubrey.
Any one of them could have passed as a club king to Ross.
So the question is what does Aubrey know?
Time to find out.
I'm going to call you Fern, OK?
Fern, baby girl!
It's been a long time.
Come on, you're my best friend at all.
You're your job.
I don't believe the jerk's in this place.
Sorry, I don't mean you.
I just haven't been here since I, uh...
You know, good job saying no.
He was a friend.
Used to be.
You don't really need to know all this stuff.
It's OK.
You have to dump friends who don't get it.
And make new ones who do.
I haven't made a friend sober since...
since I was pretty young.
I'm Fern.
Aubrey.
I thought I recognized you.
LA's story, I guess.
You go for coffee and there's Zoe Saldana.
Can you tell I'm from Iowa?
No, no, no, I get it.
I saw Jeremy Piven today.
I don't know why, but that man just...
Oh, he does it for me.
Where? When?
At the spa.
A friend took me for my six months.
Wow, six months clean.
You will make Fern.
Hang in there.
Fern, that's what you're doing, huh?
Yeah.
Enzi is going to kill you.
I tell you what, that Audrey doesn't look like she killed anybody last night.
So either she doesn't know about Roth or her car,
or she is ice-cold.
Sapphire said this stuff is $1,000 a bottle.
Right.
Heady cut a side deal with you, didn't she?
That's how you got the card.
Yeah.
So what's your limit? $15?
$10?
Come on, $5?
I'm supposed to look like I can spend $50.
And you're on the hook after $5?
She threatened me with a letter opener.
I guess some people got to learn the hard way.
Why? What are you...
We'll take two more bottles.
Okay.
No, I can't see her. Listen, hey, no, we're good.
We're done. I was a joke.
He's funny.
What do you have, Sam?
Hadley and Tyre. They're not our guys.
Spend most of their money and time with ladies on their laps.
Then the club's head geisha sent the girls to another table.
I'm looking at the head geisha now.
Where'd they go after?
A house of ill repute.
A cheap one.
Hey, Callan, interrupting here. I got something.
What is it, Eric?
Aubrey's the only common factor in the break-ins.
More recent victims and credit card charges at bomb.
Any activity on my card here?
Yeah, they looked at your credit limit.
It's a great way to figure out if someone's worth robbing.
Find out just how close they looked, Eric.
After that?
Sometimes I just get so over being famous.
Do you ever date normal guys?
You know?
I met this guy last night.
A Navy officer.
He didn't even know who I was.
He liked you for who you are.
Crazy, huh?
Not talking.
No, Chaz, I told you that I am not talking.
Hey, what's your problem?
It's not your damn business.
Guys, problem. Someone's grabbed Aubrey.
Stay with her, Kenz, and don't break cover.
You think just because you're in rehab, you can walk?
You're in way too deep.
I had known for a second we were to go...
Hey, leave her alone.
Or walk.
Smell for the cops.
Take care of her.
Stay down on the ground.
Put your hands behind your head. Now!
Dammit.
Callan.
Had to break cover. I've lost Aubrey.
I got her, Kenz.
Steaks. South stairwell.
Stay back.
Drop the gun. Let her go.
No way, man.
I'll pop her.
Look out at Callan.
I'm walking out of here.
Now!
Come on.
Now!
Need you to move now, Deeks.
Hey, hey, you okay? You okay?
Are you not from Iowa? Are you?
No.
And my name's not Fern.
Chaz used to be my dealer.
But the blonde guy, he...
He's a cop.
He was very convincing.
He said you were in too deep.
Too deep into what, Aubrey?
Had to do with people getting robbed, didn't it?
People you know?
Aubrey, if your rehab is for real,
I'm sorry we had to use it to get to you.
It's one of the hardest parts of my job,
but this is serious.
They asked me if I knew people.
If I did, I'd tell them about their houses
and schedules.
Et cetera.
So you were helping them rob your friends
in exchange for drugs?
Chaz said that he sold the info to paparazzi.
I should have known better, but...
I wanted the drugs.
And one morning, I'm on the bathroom floor throwing up,
and I hear on the radio that the Austins had been robbed,
and I...
I put it together.
Guy put it together.
I'd hit rock bottom.
I got in the car and checked in the rehab,
and I have not used...
or told those guys a thing since.
All I'm saying is that Aubrey was between the suspect and Count.
He should have let me take the shot.
Yeah, and your bullet goes through him, into her.
Okay, but he only had, like, an inch of the guy's head showing.
Which he hit, now didn't he, Tim?
Club used my credit card to get personal information.
Address, whether or not I made payments on an alarm system,
it's a whole bunch of stuff.
It's actually a pretty sophisticated search.
Okay, so Aubrey goes sober, stops providing intel.
So they start skimming info off the credit cards.
Who ran the card?
Oh, that'd be your girlfriend, Sapphire.
Not my girlfriend.
It's actually Tim's girlfriend, and sort of.
Are we arresting her, or should I do my liaison thing?
We're solving Roth's murder, Dick's.
And that's definitely not a word.
So you left the club with Brian Roth, then what?
Ugh.
Drove to my house.
And we had sex.
He lifted you out of the car, your dress got caught on the car door.
Yeah.
How did you know about that?
What happened next?
Ugh, we fell asleep.
He got up, I thought to go to the bathroom,
but he was gone when my friend woke me up,
and he took me to the spa.
I never even looked for the car.
Did he leave a note?
No.
I was bummed.
I actually hoped that he would be there.
Can you take me home now?
Aubrey puts Brian Roth at the Darva mansion until about 1 a.m.
Then he drives off the cliff at 2.15.
With two bullets in him.
So he took her car, drove some way, and got shot.
How far could he have gone, Eric?
Pretty far. No traffic that time of night.
Okay, so where did he go?
What the hell is he mixed up in that got him shot?
Gambling debts.
His buddy said he played poker.
They did.
Had to check something.
Hey, Aubrey, do you have two cell phones?
No.
Must be Brian.
Battery's dead.
He didn't say anything to you.
Say he'd be right back.
Could he borrow your car?
He just snuck out, leaving his phone and took your Mercedes?
Wait, he did say something.
Um, he asked me if he could raid the fridge.
The fridge?
It's in the main house.
Fresh paint.
I'm still tacky.
Okay, so if your blood is under that paint,
means you were standing here.
You got shot.
Then what?
Roth didn't say Club King.
He said King of Clubs.
You got shot over a poker hand?
It's not a game, it's the deck.
A special deck,
issued to all the cell phones.
You got shot over a poker hand.
You got shot over a poker hand?
A special deck, a special deck,
issued to all the sailors and soldiers who went to Iraq.
Iraq war fugitive cards?
Always my lucky deck.
Eric, King of Clubs,
captured or killed or still at large.
See, Hassan al-Jahiri,
one of Saddam's top generals,
still at large.
He was there yesterday at the house.
Roth must have seen him,
and recognized him.
And got shot for it.
In the car, he wasn't just telling us who shot him.
Who's trying to warn us?
Like a good soldier should.
Hey, Hassan al-Jahiri's been advising terrorists
via the internet.
He's providing military tactics
for dozens of attacks over the last few years
from London to Malaysia.
He's one dangerous dude.
Okay.
Shooters down to here.
Let me see if you left me any casings.
Oh.
Hi.
Lost an earring.
Bindalva's Persian and Iraqi general
was a strange house guess.
Come on, Kenzie, pick up.
My boyfriend jokes,
and he says that I shouldn't go out with two earrings
because I always lose one of them, right?
Sir.
Oh, that's him.
Hey, Ivan.
Hey, Kenzie, you got company?
Yeah, yeah, that's right.
Listen, Roth was shot at the house.
Oh, my God, I totally think so, too.
By Hassan al-Jahiri, a former Iraqi general,
I'm gonna send you his photo and information now.
Oh, my God, that is hilarious.
He is so right in my face.
Jerry's in the room.
Kenzie?
You sit tight.
Okay, I love you.
Notice how I didn't tell him anything
about losing an earring?
Do you have anything, diet?
Fridge.
How about it?
Nothing's coming in through there.
No diet.
Eric, bring up Kenzie's phone.
They're looking right at her.
Tell me she hasn't been made, Sam.
No.
He's telling them to burn everything with blood on him.
Why hasn't she been made?
I don't know.
Why hasn't she been made? You were there yesterday.
He must not have seen her, just me.
Let's go.
Eric, brief heavy.
Wait, shouldn't we send in SWAT?
With 15 minutes out, SWAT takes at least 20.
Besides, we're going high to lower some survival chances.
We gotta get through that door without a battering ram.
Who are you?
Oh, sorry. I'm Fern. Nice to meet you.
You sound like catching Kenzie.
Hi, Uncle Steve.
Hey.
Well, is it Fern or Kenzie?
It's Fern Kenzie.
Aubrey's my sponsor.
Oh, oh. I wasn't supposed to say.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
No, no, no. It's okay. He knows about rehab.
Oh.
Well?
I lost another earring.
Pleasure to meet you.
Bye.
Both Darva and Jahiri went to Harvard.
They were roommates.
Look at this. Look at this. From 1982,
I ran an Iraq or a war with each other.
Darva was attacked by some Iraqi students.
And Jahiri saved his life.
And now Darva's returning the favor by giving him shelter.
What was that about, Uncle Steve?
It's my dad's cousin or something. He lives in the main house.
You think that he shot Brian?
Can you get off the property without being seen?
Then go and walk fast.
Hey, but why?
Aubrey, just go.
Are you kidding?
Oh, give me a break.
Guys, why is Kenzie going back into the lion's den?
Because it's her job.
She got Aubrey to safety. Now she's got to keep eyes on Jahiri.
He's a high-level target.
Oh, Agent Bly. Have you found my daughter?
Agent Bly?
Agent Bly.
Aubrey's been missing, Huston.
Aubrey's in her room.
And this woman?
Is a liability.
We've lost her.
Where's Callan?
Closing fast.
What's this about?
You can't do this. It's too late.
You know he's going to kill me.
Just like he killed the man who died in Aubrey's car.
You've given him a safe place and in return,
he's been running a terrorist operation.
No, Jahiri saved my life.
I won't let them hurt you.
Good luck with that.
Huston, please.
Little League bombing in Guam. His plan.
List of his military exploits is on my phone.
Go check. Pretty big body count.
I owed you a son.
But this, I'm going to call the police.
Ben.
Thank you for the hospitality.
Elmar, how old?
No, no, no!
Dakes, around back.
Get off me!
Rokshu.
Get him!
You need to talk to your boss.
Call it!
Total!
No.
Oh, come on. What?
You had some sort of Superman double backflip
where you can dodge bullets?
I can't tell me I shouldn't have taken that shot.
No.
I'm glad you did.
Matt?
Short temp. Just don't touch the doll.
So Sapphire spilled her guts.
The break-in ring involved our dealer friends,
couple of ex-con B&E guys,
and Sapphire's club girls that she would use
to keep the target busy at Balm
while the crew would break in and rob their houses.
That's a pretty good PR for the PD on that bust.
You even got a compliment for my boss.
That makes you feel all gooey inside?
Like a warm chocolate chip cookie.
You want those guys who need external validation and coddling?
Only from you, Sam.
You want to coddle me?
Hey, how's your stepdad?
Well, he just got out of surgery.
He is still under from the anesthesia,
but they think he's going to be okay.
Good. You guys are close?
Not really.
I kind of got dumped on him after my mom died.
What about your real dad?
My mom said that she would tell me one day.
You know, when I first met your stepfather,
he worried about you, like, like a real dad.
I spent a lot of time looking for my real dad.
But...
he had been sort of...
been that all along.
He has me.
Bet you the first thing that he wants to see when he wakes up is you.
Just so he knows you're okay.
I haven't seen the bill, but if it's over five grand,
co-easy on him.
Why?
The cops hate Deeks. He's a lousy liaison.
It's not what you wanted him for.
You do your homework, don't you?
And choosing agents.
Deeks didn't end up in this building
because we needed some LAPD liaison.
You've been watching him for a while.
There is value in being patient.
So how long did you watch me before I joined NCIS?
When did G. Callan become a blip on your radar?
Was it Kiev?
Houston?
Bogota.
God, don't tell me it was Jersey City.
Beijing.
You mean Beijing.
Tea, Mr. Callan.
It was Jersey City, wasn't it?
Goals are coming in.
That means there's going to be wicked swell on the bay by the morning.
You're a surfer, huh?
Yep.
Well, surf early.
I'm sure Hedy told you we start at 9.30.
Ah.
Though, after your liaising today,
I'm not sure why we'd have you back.
I'm not coming in tomorrow.
LAPD app we've been trying to set up for months.
All the pieces finally came together about an hour ago.
Going undercover tonight.
For how long?
No, no, the cover's pretty deep.
Ugh.
Don't worry, Fern.
I'll be back.
Yeah, maybe.
Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.