That for me?
You okay?
Nice gangster walk.
I feel like I was thrown out of a moving car.
You were thrown out of a moving car.
Several times.
Yeah, well, not recently.
Was I?
This is what I'm telling you.
If you don't take care of yourself, it becomes cumulative.
Every broken bone, gunshot, stab wound...
Camel bite.
It starts to add up. You need a real bed, a real diet,
some flaxseed oil. Maybe a little Pilates.
You know what? I'll stick with coffee and aspirin.
See, you're treating the symptoms, not the problem.
I can't have a partner I need to push around in a wheelchair.
Where you think you gonna be in a few years?
Probably be killed on the job long before that.
Why do you do that?
Why do I even talk to you? You keep this up, I'm gonna stop.
Promises, promises.
"Angry Birds"?
"Plants vs. Zombies."
Played for four hours straight last night.
I don't know if I'm proud or ashamed of that.
Did you get the, uh...? Ow.
- Did you get the little Hetty note? - No.
By the way, there's no such thing as a "little Hetty note."
There's a big Hetty note.
There's a holy moly Hetty note.
There's an "Oh, dear God" Hetty note.
I get it.
How bad is it?
Expense account?
- Hygiene again? - I haven't opened it.
Oh, brave man, Mr. Deeks.
I'd be quick about it. We have a problem.
More specifically, I have a problem with you.
- Me? - At a routine Agent Readiness audit,
you were found to be woefully behind the rest of the team in...
"Professional development."
- Yes. - Coursework to further one's skill set
in a given profession.
While we may believe that you are up to the task,
Statistically speaking,
an agent's training level has a high correlation to survival.
- Who am I to argue with statistics? - Right.
No, no, of course.
But my training comes from the streets.
Really? The tough streets of the San Fernando Valley?
Not exactly Fallujah, Kandahar and Medellin.
Okay, you don't get to pull the Special Forces tough guy card.
It's not in your wallet. Maybe Sam's, maybe Callen's.
- Maybe Hetty's. - Maybe Hetty...
You will choose from that list of courses, Mr. Deeks.
And you, Miss Blye, will be in charge of overseeing its completion.
Ops Center. We have a case.
"CQB. Close quarter battle.
Urban Warfare"?
I took CQB and Urban. It's excellent.
This is a terrible idea.
I bet you even got your special agent friendship badge.
You're lucky they let you get this far without your DoD advance training.
Okay, I am an L.A.P.D. Liaison.
So we were led to believe.
Offensive driving? Really? This is Los Angeles.
Everybody's driving is offensive. I've already taken that.
Isn't there, like, a master of disguise course
or, like, a ninja weapons?
You know, that would be cool.
Let's make this quick, Eric. Deeks has gotta get back to class.
Is there no privacy here?
No.
Apparently, Hetty is determined to make you a highly skilled operative.
Good luck with that.
I'm a highly skilled operative.
- What? I am. - Of course you are, Mr. Deeks.
Eric, please?
According to the time stamp, these photos were taken two days ago.
At the Malibu Pier.
They were anonymously e-mailed to the NCIS Headquarters last night.
The guy in the green
is Lieutenant Commander Daniel Chambers,
- Naval Intelligence. - Who's the other guy?
We don't know yet.
Let's say this was his last trip to the pier.
Strangled.
With a garrote.
Body was found by a surfer who called 911.
Call came in seven minutes after these were taken of his meeting.
What about Chambers?
He's a fully trained and highly regarded intel officer
assigned to the Defense Intelligence Agency.
- Has not reported for duty in two days. - Since the photos were taken.
Now, Chambers is an expert in Venezuelan politics.
He's been tracking a rising star, Antonio Medina,
who is supposedly going to give President Hugo Chavez
a run for his money in the next election.
Medina is also pro-America.
The kicker is Medina is on his way to Los Angeles.
We have any idea where Chambers is now?
His car has been parked in the same spot for two days.
His credit cards have not been used and his phone has been turned off.
Not promising.
I did access his cell phone's incoming calls.
Mostly from his ex-wife and the base.
But on the day he went missing,
there's three calls from the Malibu Hotel, room 303.
That's just five blocks from the Malibu Pier.
Sam and I will take the motel. Kensi, Deeks, talk to the ex-wife.
One guy strangled, one guy missing, another guy taking photos of it.
Just another day in Tinseltown.
What do you think the chances are Chambers is still alive?
I'm hoping for the best.
But expecting the worst.
Half empty.
Clear.
Antonio Medina's L.A. Itinerary.
Times, places and standard operating procedures.
Everything you need to assist with his security detail.
Or an assassination.
It's a quick trip. In and out, lands in one hour.
If they're gonna hit him, it will be in the next six hours.
Tick-tock.
Okay.
Surveillance video doesn't show the room or the parking lot
or the manager's office.
Well, that's effective.
Manager says the room was rented by a woman who paid in cash
for the entire month. Doesn't remember Chambers.
Makes sense.
This looks like the kind of place you'd come not to be remembered.
What about the woman?
Medium height, dark hair, sunglasses.
So basically half the women in L.A.
Eric is sending a surveillance crew in case somebody comes back.
Two guys meet, one ends up dead.
The other hasn't been heard from since.
There's no way this plays out well for Chambers.
He's either the killer, he's on the run, or he's dead.
Medina needs to cancel his visit.
Hetty spoke with the State Department.
Medina's visit is still on. They think we're overreacting.
Typical.
Political ambition trumps common sense.
Apparently Medina is some critical ally.
He's supposed to raise over a million dollars at tonight's fundraiser.
So, uh, canceling or visible security is bad for business.
At the very least,
they need to alter his itinerary and change the venue.
Their dignitary doesn't believe the threat.
Surveillance unit is two minutes out.
Chambers' director is at the boat shed. Nell is an expert on South America.
She's already there.
Thanks. Callen and Sam just found evidence that someone might be trying
- to assassinate Medina. - The plot thickens.
You ready to check out Chambers' ex-wife?
Don't know. I haven't taken my Bungalow Breaching course
or my Tactical Ex-wife Interrogation using household objects.
- Oh, no. - What?
Are you sulking?
- I'm not sulking because I don't sulk. - Oh, you sulk.
- Other boys hurt your feelings? - Nice. Now you're mocking me.
That's awesome. You know why? That's who you are.
- You're a mocker. - You're a sulker.
- Mocker. - Sulker.
- Mocker. - Yes?
Emily Chambers? I'm Detective Marty Deeks.
This is Special Agent Kensi Blye. NCIS.
We wanted to ask some questions about your ex-husband?
Sure. Uh, of course.
Is Daniel in some sort of trouble?
That's what we're trying to find out.
Come on in.
Lieutenant Commander Chambers joined DIA two years ago.
He was put on our Venezuela Task Force last August.
Tracking Antonio Medina who is not only a rising star,
he's also pro-American. And that is a rarity in Venezuela.
Chambers turn up anything interesting?
Yeah, he covered his bases.
Submitted multiple intelligence reports.
Our job is to keep an eye on the local political terrain,
particularly nations hostile to U.S. Interests.
See if anything big is coming down the pike.
He was very meticulous.
Any chance Chambers is doing something illegal?
He's an absolute straight arrow. No.
If anything, the guy was too passionate about his work.
"Medina is, quote, 'an opportunist.' If he was elected to higher office,
he would be worse than Hugo Chavez"?
Worse than Chavez?
The guy who called America a terrorist state?
- I thought Medina was a U.S. Ally? - Hold on.
Chambers' background is computer science.
And by that, you mean he was basing his assumptions
on a souped-up HIPS analysis?
HIPS is experimental. Not to mention classified.
Chambers was beta testing a version of HIPS:
High precision search.
Basically, it analyzes everything a person says publicly over a lifetime
to uncover extremist views otherwise missed.
In essence, yes.
Were any of these views missed?
By the intelligence community.
CIA, DIA?
According to Chambers.
- Hmm, awkward. - Excuse me, who are you?
Uh, Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones.
The algorithm, as used by Chambers, is unproven.
And no replacement for human intel.
Yeah. I've played around with it a fair bit.
I was able to spot General Manuel Noriega,
when the U.S. Supported him, Pol Pot in the early days,
Mikhail Gorbachev. When we still hated him.
Came out a moderate.
Chambers was in the early stages of intelligence gathering.
Oh, it's interesting stuff but ultimately a bit far-fetched.
Really? Because the stakes aren't.
I mean, Venezuela has known ties to Iran, does it not?
- Yes, but... - And we know that Iran
has a clandestine nuclear program
that could spread to the southern hemisphere.
It's a remote risk.
And isn't it true that Venezuela has been trying to form a bloc
with Bolivia, Nicaragua and Cuba
to counter U.S. Dominance in the region?
There have been concerns, yeah.
Add into the mix a nuclear Venezuela,
and now you have a nuke 90 miles off the coast of Florida.
Not to mention the more realistic possibility
that these become a training and launching ground for al Qaeda.
Okay, Nell, thank you.
Can we have the captain for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure.
It was nice to meet you.
The pleasure is all mine.
But you're not buying it, are you?
Medina was resolutely pro-American.
He's beloved by the ex-pat community here.
Chambers' HIPS analysis contradicts everything we know.
- What if he's right? - I doubt it.
Occam's razor. The simplest explanation is the best.
Usually the best.
Sounds to me like you ignored your intel officer
and may have stumbled across something
- that might have gotten him killed. - Well, I truly hope not.
Chambers was a good man.
Let's hope he still is.
Am I in trouble?
No.
But next time pick on someone your own size.
Take a look at this.
But we would also like the pride and respect to come back
to the people of Venezuela.
You don't just need a leader,
you need a great leader.
A friend to nations, large and small.
Impressive speaker.
Charisma to spare.
In the right context, he'd be a force to be reckoned with.
What kind of force is he?
Pro, anti, terrorist threat. Other kind of threat?
It doesn't matter what kind of a threat Medina is.
The only thing that matters is that we keep him safe
from being assassinated on U.S. Soil.
Has your husband ever mentioned the name Antonio Medina to you?
No.
But we don't talk about work. We talk all the time about Allie.
Because she doesn't speak to the two of us,
but that's because on any given day,
one of the two of us is ruining her 12-year-old life.
- Hey, Mom. - Yes.
Can I have your laptop?
Why don't you finish your homework?
Because I don't feel like it.
I saw a pretty cool trampoline out back there. You mind if I jump on it?
What? Cops can't jump on trampolines?
That's right, I'm a cop.
Chase bad guys, eat doughnuts.
It's okay, Als.
Why don't you show the detective the backyard?
I saw that, you rolled your eyes.
I'll race you on three. One, two, three. Go.
What?
So can you tell me what is going on?
Who is Antonio Medina?
Your ex-husband thinks that he might be
a national security threat.
He might be caught up in something dangerous.
Daniel? Heh.
No, that is not possible. Daniel is way too by-the-book.
And he wouldn't do anything that would take him away from Allie.
I haven't seen that in a while. She's actually laughing.
Yeah, he has that effect on people.
She's had a really tough time lately.
You know, at her age with friends and school,
plus a divorce,
if something were to happen to her dad, it...
It sounds like you two are pretty tight.
He's a great guy, he's a great Dad.
We are not a great couple.
Ah.
Hello?
That's the third time today.
Think that might be your ex trying to reach Allie?
She got one too.
Hey, Eric? I need you to trace the last call to Emily Chambers.
Searching.
It's a cell phone.
Tracing the GPS.
Got it. Kensi, the call came from right outside the house.
Deeks.
Yeah?
I'm coming. Hey.
- Bye. - See you.
- Let's go. - That was fun.
- Awesome kid, by the way. - Thank you.
There.
Blue truck.
What is he doing?
Hold up.
What did I say about L.A. Drivers?
- Eric? - Yeah.
Pull every surveillance camera in a ten-block radius.
Blue pick-up truck, GMC, '07 or '08. No plates. Just tried to run us down.
Accessing surveillance.
ATMs, traffic cams.
- Can you track the cell phone? - It's turned off. It was a burn phone.
Probably dumped it.
- You get a look at the driver? - No.
The man strangled in the parking lot, his family reported him missing.
We have a name and address.
My Uncle Juan was a day laborer.
He'd go to the Home Depot or car wash every morning.
We're very sorry for your loss.
It's just so ironic.
We left Juarez because of the violence.
The cartels, the drug war.
Juan was from Mexico? Not Venezuela?
Yes. We all are.
Everyone in this complex.
Everyone we know, really.
That's L.A.
When was the last time you saw your uncle?
Two days ago.
I have a driver's license,
so I drop the guys off by the car wash on Tujunga at 4 a.m.
- Hard-working guys. - And girls.
My family didn't come here just to sit around.
We came for a better life.
And I'm determined to see it through.
I'm sure you will, Rosa.
This day labor hang out has got a hundred guys.
Probably could've been anyone.
And they just needed somebody to be the delivery guy.
Eric. I'm sending you the address where our delivery guy was last seen.
Got it. Sending it to Kensi and Deeks now.
Nothing. They say they know nothing.
Or to be more exact, "No habla Inglés."
Then I started speaking Spanish, they said, "No habla Español."
I think they think I'm ICE.
- I think they just don't like you. - I'm telling you.
All right, go get them, tiger.
Okay, gracias.
- Kens. - Eric.
I've got a positive ID on the truck.
Juan Munoz was picked up at the car wash.
Copy that.
Nice. Nice, I'm impressed.
Don't do that. Don't gloat.
- Did you choose a class yet? - Or nag.
I'm happy to share. I'm thinking FATS.
Firearms training simulator.
Nice. Lots of interesting theories and techniques to get your head around.
- I can test you. - No, no, no.
I picked it because I know it. It's in here. You wanna know why?
Because working a case is my classroom.
That is a very small classroom.
What have we got, Eric?
This is from a traffic camera outside the car wash.
The footage was taken at 10:04 a.m. Two days ago.
That's Munoz.
And here is our driver.
It's a she. Ran facial recognition, but the image is too blurry.
That fits the description of the woman from the motel.
So now our mystery woman picks up day laborer Munoz,
who winds up dead after a hand off to our missing Chambers.
She then rents a motel room
from which Chambers receives numerous phone calls
and we find classified details of Medina's itinerary.
And now the truck she's driving is staking out Chambers' house.
If they've killed Chambers, the question is why.
What did he know that could've jeopardized their plan?
What if Chambers didn't stumble on the plot?
What if he's a part of the plot?
Chambers went rogue?
He sent up warning flares, nobody believed him.
He sees Medina's rise to power as an issue of national security.
Chambers gets the manila envelope with Medina's itinerary.
He disappears. Kills Munoz to cover his tracks.
Or he's being forced into it? Someone could have leverage over him.
No. Chambers' record was squeaky clean.
No evidence of alcohol or drug abuse. No gambling, no debts.
Or maybe someone needs leverage over him.
We still don't know what that truck is doing outside the house.
Only way you get to a man like Chambers is through his daughter.
OMG.
I know.
He was a total crazy person.
But totally cute too.
I can't believe I just said that.
You can't tell anyone.
Please, please, plea... Aah!
Go ahead.
Hey.
- Callen. - Kensi, anything?
No. Emily is hanging in there.
An Amber Alert was sent out.
It's all over the local news,
- freeway signs and Internet. - Nice going.
Yeah, but it wasn't us. Nine-one-one got three calls in four minutes.
Four minutes?
Including two accurate license plate numbers
and a lady ID'd the van a block away. She had gotten a text from a friend.
- Huh. Nice neighbors. - Yeah.
Well, everyone is okay here,
so thank her mom for participating and come on back.
- Agents will let us know if he calls. - Okay.
Ha, ha.
You know what? Okay.
You ready?
Tough.
Wha...?
Eight wins in a row. Wow.
Little card shark.
- Anything? - No.
Allie?
She's happy she played her part well.
She's worried about her dad.
If they're trying to leverage him, we've taken that away from them.
And if he's acting alone, this might flush him out.
Unless he doesn't care about his daughter, because he's snapped.
Or he thinks killing Medina will protect her
from what he sees is a growing threat to her future.
I gotta tell you, I'm not liking any of these scenarios.
Top three things to think of in a good shoot/bad shoot operational scenario.
- What? - Your professional development.
Oh, the bad guys.
Hostages, furtive movement and anomalies.
Like a guy wearing a parka during the summer.
Yeah, I know what an anomaly is.
Medina's security team has been with him a long time.
Military training.
Highly qualified, no red flags.
Their plan is good.
Arrive at Santa Monica Airport. No public access.
Head straight to the fundraiser at a private reception hall in Beverly Hills,
turn around and leave.
The route they're taking hasn't been determined yet.
Decide that at the last minute to avoid having to secure miles of city streets.
Best point of contact is the reception hall.
Or catch him during his entrance or exit.
Where would you set up to take the shot?
A good vantage point from up here.
Hide a collapsible rifle in your jacket,
you'd have a clear shot.
Maybe arrive in the morning and find a place to hide?
You just sneak in through the exit.
Use a syringe.
A syringe? Wouldn't he feel that?
Do it fast in a crowded room, he'll never know what hit him.
Nobody would know what happened.
And you create a diversion to cloud the intended exit.
By the time they lock everything down, he'll be gone.
- That's how I'd do it. - Yeah, me too.
They teach you guys that in Lethal Injection 101?
Who's mocking now?
Got something on the truck.
No plates, but I found a small sticker.
It's a rental, obtained with a bogus driver's license.
It is, however, fitted with a GPS navigation system.
And I have an address.
If I ever go off the reservation,
you have my permission to take me out.
Well, how far off?
You've pushed it pretty far and I haven't killed you yet.
All the way.
You know, go rogue.
You? Never gonna happen.
I've never seen anybody see more sides of a coin than you.
If anybody is gonna snap, it's me.
You?
Textbook SEAL.
Your blood pressure is undetectable. Do you have a blood pressure?
If something gets to you, you take it out on the heavy bag.
You're lucky like that.
Now, if anybody is gonna snap...
Kensi.
Good luck, Deeks.
Okay. Perimeter is clear except for the two guys at the entrance.
You think Chambers is in there?
- Truck is the common denominator. - And our only lead.
They're packing.
All right, so how do we wanna play this?
Heh. Biscuit?
Biscuit.
What the hell is a biscuit?
Biscuit?
Hey, have you seen my dog? I lost him.
He's kind of medium size, I have no idea where he is.
Dude, you just fell for the biscuit.
Jose? Jose, qué tu haces?
Don't.
Is he alive?
Yeah.
So much for our assassin.
I gotta sit down again.
Can you tell us what happened?
Uh, a guy said that he had damning evidence
of, uh, Medina's ties to the Middle East.
Said to meet him on the pier in 20 minutes or he'd leave.
I figured it was safe.
Last thing I remember is walking to my car.
They're not talking.
What is this all about?
You're the patsy.
You sounded the alarm on Medina.
Asking questions, writing reports.
Medina gets assassinated, you take the fall.
You're lucky. By the looks of things, we probably would've found you
in a motel room dead with a suicide note
and the murder weapon.
It's the perfect cover. Naval intel agent, highly critical of Medina,
snaps and kills him.
You almost convinced us.
What do you know about her?
Her name is Helen.
I met her at a lecture series at UCLA a few weeks ago.
I knew she was out of my league.
We were, uh, together at a motel when I got the call.
She drove me there, said she'd wait for me.
We found this inside.
Surveillance photos from your meeting at the Malibu Pier
are on the memory card.
- I can't believe that I fell for this. - They set you up good.
Really, really good.
Question is who are they?
Look, there is a hard-line faction in the country
led by a guy named Miguel Cortez. He's like the Karl Rove of Caracas.
They stand to gain the most out of this.
They eliminate their biggest opponent on American soil, we take the blame,
and anti-Americanism just runs rampant.
Instead of leading the charge against America,
Chavez would ride the coattails of the masses.
Yeah. He's at a 70 per cent approval, imagine 95.
With a hard-line agenda.
- Where is Medina now. - He just landed.
- Be in Beverly Hills in an hour. - State won't shut it down.
Neither will Medina. If they do, we'll probably never catch them.
The protocols, the itinerary.
It's an inside job.
Someone close to Medina.
Other than Helen, we have no idea who the players are,
making their chances of success uncomfortably high.
We're gonna have to smoke them out.
- Can you walk? - Yeah, I'm fine.
I've been through SERE, advanced hostage training.
You guys and your classes.
A waiter.
Why do I get waiter?
Talk to Hetty.
And Deeks. I mean, Kensi I get.
But Deeks? In that suit?
I'm in polyester?
- I take exception to that. - Yeah? Except away.
I'm in maroon.
Can I mention that dress is off the charts?
Deeks, don't.
What? I'm just role-playing the gushing date.
Yeah? Oh, come here. You have a little...
- I do? - No, I'm just role-playing, honey.
All right, so if we're right, none of these guys should recognize you,
except of course, the people that are responsible for it.
That includes that woman Helen or whatever her real name is.
I'm on that.
A guy talking to his sleeve.
I'm on him.
Got another one.
Kensi, eyes on Medina.
Deeks, stay with Chambers.
On it.
Federal agent!
Suspect down, Sam.
- Two down. - One to go.
My friends, my countrymen, mis amigos.
Better yet, my friends with money.
I want you to be able to tell your friends here in L.A.,
here in the City of Angels:
I am Venezuelan and I am proud of it.
I love America.
He sounds like he likes America.
Orgullo.
- Pride. - His overriding desires
for a strong Venezuela.
If he's so dangerous, why are you risking your life to save him?
Assassination is rarely the answer.
If he gets shot, someone else will take his place.
- Statistically speaking. - You are meticulous.
Education is the foundation we need for our people.
Whoa, we've got incoming.
Education is a matter of social justice.
We need to talk about a greater Venezuela.
A brilliant and freer Venezuela.
Viva Venezuela.
Freedom and justice.
Girl, maroon dress, 2 o'clock, you know her?
Those words
- mean something important here. - That's Helen.
Kensi, we've got Helen leaving. East side exit.
Stay with Chambers.
Freedom and greatness will be ours for the taking.
I invite you to join me in this journey.
Get out of my way.
Drop it!
Just once, I would love to get dressed up to go out
and not have to chase a suspect or get shot at.
Where's the fun in that?
Another wardrobe malfunction, Miss Blye?
I'm sorry, Hetty.
A small price to pay for a successful assignment.
Thank you.
- Any word on our three musketeers? - Yes.
Diego Brazon, head of security and Jose Garcia, attaché,
were in the army in the same unit as Miguel Cortez.
Cortez is leader of the hard-line faction in Venezuela.
Yeah. Chambers said he's the Karl Rove of Caracas.
What about Helen?
Uh, real name is Maria Rivero.
She's Cortez's girlfriend.
No wonder she set off my spidey senses.
Anything in a skirt sets off your spidey senses.
You're right. She's right.
The State Department has come around
to Chambers' assessment of Medina.
Just because someone is paranoid doesn't mean they're not right.
Or in this case, just because you shouldn't assassinate someone
doesn't mean it wouldn't make the world a nicer place.
What about Medina? Any thanks for saving his life?
He still doesn't know.
What about his disappearing security detail?
He suspicious?
The campaign has been informed
that they were detained on smuggling charges.
Sounds to me like the "wait and see" approach.
Wait and see if he gets assassinated somewhere else.
Well, that's it for me.
I need a bath, all-l-can-eat chicken and waffle buffet.
Not necessarily in that order.
Not so fast, Mr. Deeks.
We need to discuss your exam.
Oh-ho-ho.
Do we?
Allie.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
Come here, baby. I missed you.
Cute kid.
- Except she cheats at slapjack. - Who doesn't?
And we dyed her hair.
Fire red.
You know, saving politicians from getting assassinated
is cool and all.
But this...
This is what keeps me in the game.
Fire red, huh?
- Yeah, fire red. - Come on.
You?
Yeah.
And we get to drive some pretty cool cars.
And you get to hang with me.
That's not exactly a selling point.
You'd rather be partnered with Kensi and Deeks?
Those my only choices?
That's like choosing between being burned, flayed
or stoned to death.
You wanna walk? You could walk.
I'd probably be safer.
Thank you.
You ready, Detective Deeks?
Bring it on like "Donkey Kong."
Let's begin.
Okay.
You ready?
Oh, Deeks one, bad guys, zero.
Oh, little girl with the lollipop, you live.
Oh!
Uh...
Oops.
Cheeky bastard.