NCIS Los Angeles s07e11 Episode Script

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (train whistles blows) Ooh, ooh, ooh (bell dinging) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (train whistle blows) We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas Merry Christmas.
Thank you, and happy holidays.
You, too.
We wish you, we wish you A merry, merry Christmas Sorry.
We wish you We wish you a happy New Year Good tidings we bring To you and your king (panting) Good tidings of Christmas And a happy New Year We wish you a merry Christmas (gasps) We wish you a merry Christmas (panting) We wish you a merry Christmas And happy New (horn honking) (brakes squeaking) (gasping) (people screaming) (gasps) (music playing in distance): Toys for tots NELL: Ready? Down.
And Toys for tots That's that's it.
The joy of living Touch, step, touch, step.
Out, out.
Is in the giving Candy cane.
(laughter) I always forget that part.
So let's give lots Soldiers.
Of toys for tots Wow.
Toys, toys, toys for tots You can be a Santa Oh.
I'm so sorry.
If you will lend a hand I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Chilly.
Yes, sirree, there never will be an empty NELL: Kick and a kick.
Whoa.
(clears throat) Assistant Director.
See, uh, you know what this reminds me of? Um, when James Caan was, uh, fighting all those bad guys off with a cane in The Killer Elite? And they're all, like, puh-puh, pow, pow! I'm pretty sure it wasn't a candy cane.
Uh, we're actually working on a Toys for Tots drive with the Marines.
And we can do with a few more volunteers, sir.
Yeah.
I'm guessing that's a no.
HETTY: Aha! Mr.
Beale, and Ms.
Jones.
Yes.
There's been an incident in Montrose.
I need you to look into it.
We're on it.
With pleasure.
(clears her throat) Just gonna grab this.
I told you we should have locked the door.
They were in here dancing.
Don't be an old humbug, Owen.
Besides, I've seen you dance, and they can't be worse than you.
Toys for tots I don't dance.
Seriously, G? No wreath, no Christmas tree, no menorah.
So sad.
So sad.
Why? 'Cause I don't get sucked into the commercialism of the holidays? 'Cause you're too lazy to decorate.
Excuse me? Oh, yeah, you're a regular Martha Stewart.
Thank you.
Can we go now? Are you freaking kidding me?! Janvier sent you a Christmas card from prison? Every year.
What, you don't get one? The only other card that you received is from a one-armed psychopath who wants to kill you? Well, it's the thought that counts.
My aliases get lots of cards.
And why is it next to my family? It's the spirit of the season.
Plus, I mean, you know, it's a funny card.
See? Snowman's melting in the Jacuzzi? Morning, Sam.
Morning, Joelle.
Christmas came early.
This is none of my business.
Nope.
But seeing as Joelle is a friend of Michelle and me.
Mm, pretty sure I'm a friend of you and Michelle.
You are, and I don't want to see either one of you get hurt.
You said you were breaking up with her.
I am.
I did, but we're both gonna be alone for the holidays, and You're coming to my place.
That is not the same.
Nothing says "Peace on Earth and goodwill toward men" like a booty call.
Well, 'tis the season.
Here, this'll cheer you up.
Put the nose on the front, antlers on the windows.
Makes your car look like Rudolph.
The hell it does.
Oh, I get it.
You give me grief over how I decorate my house, but when I get you a gift to get you in the holiday spirit I'm not putting reindeer antlers and a Rudolph nose on my car! It's Christmas! It's stupid! I'm warning you-- don't do it.
Seriously, don't put that on my car.
Come on, G.
It's coming off as soon as we get to work.
(humming) You play too much, man.
(sighs) All right, well, now it is gonna look stupid with just one antler.
(engine starting) No.
I should take you in for littering.
Having ourselves a snow-filled Christmas It's one of the best restaurants in LA, and their Christmas dinner is supposed to be out of this world.
Yeah, no.
I know it's your tradition.
I'm just saying, we start a new tradition.
No.
I know, but we want to do this.
This is our treat.
Uh, just, you want to come all this way just to slave over a stove.
Are you sure about that? Yeah, okay.
Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Nope.
Nope.
It's fine.
All right.
I will talk to you later.
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Bye.
Uh-huh.
I'll talk to you soon.
I love you, too.
Bye, Mama.
My mom is insisting on cooking Christmas dinner.
My mom is insisting on cooking Christmas dinner.
Hmm.
Well, so, they cook it together? Not a snowball's chance in hell.
My mom does not play well with others, especially in a kitchen where there's sharp objects.
Okay, so what do we do? I think we have to elope.
What? What? No.
I mean, go off alone, and spend the holidays alone.
Not alone.
Together, but alone.
Not other people there.
Just you and I.
So you're suggesting that we abandon our mothers on Christmas? Their only children? Yes? That's actually not a bad idea.
Why do families have to complicate everything? Oh, please.
Wait till you're married with kids, and you have two sets of grandparents fighting over where you spend Christmas.
DEEKS: You know what? I'm just gonna be optimistic about this.
Maybe we get a big case, and we have to work straight through the holidays.
No, no, no, no, no.
I solved all my cases.
I will not be working during the holidays.
Oh, you're not working.
No! DEEKS: Ah, looks like you are now.
SAM: Oh, no, no, no, no.
No.
Back to your cyber cave, Jingle Bells.
No, I'm not in the mood.
Go.
DEEKS: Be gentle.
SAM: Go! Bah, humbug.
KENSI: Sam, he's cute! SAM: It's ridiculous.
You broke his little elfin heart.
You better watch out on Christmas, Sam.
Santa's always watching.
It's kind of like Hetty.
Come to think of it, she does have an elfin quality, and probably could fit down the chimney.
(Hetty clears her throat) What are you looking at me for? Deeks said it.
ERIC: Jason Lam was recently added to the Homeland Security watch list.
Officially, he owned a furniture store, but he was suspected of spying for the Democratic People's Republic of Korea.
He was also killed this morning.
DEEKS: DPRK.
Any leads? ERIC: Yeah.
Mike Hobbs, a convicted felon, released from prison yesterday.
Is he a suspect? Yeah, person of interest.
Before Hobbs was locked up, he and Lam did some business deals together.
He ran an import-export business moving goods out of Asia.
Now, it could be just a coincidence, but even if Hobbs has nothing to do with Lam's death, he may know someone who did.
What was Hobbs moving? Metals, diamonds, organs? Handbags, actually.
Oh.
About a half a mil counterfeit before the FBI busted him.
Maybe Lam was just trying to get a deal on a purse for his wife.
(laughs) Or maybe she found out he got her a fake bag.
He also ran into traffic and was hit by a truck.
Sounds like a suicide to me.
I can handle this one alone.
Hobbs is not dangerous, and if it involves any North Korean spies, I'll call in for help.
I'll go with Callen.
It's a two-man job.
Excuse me? Uh, no, no.
I mean, uh, one man and an equally-capable woman could also do the job, but I don't want Callen to do it alone, and you guys both have family obligations.
Oh, we have family obligations? What about Mommy Deeks? My mom.
That's a good point.
I should probably maybe bring my mom.
You want to meet my mama, G-Willikers? Curious as I am to meet someone who shares your DNA, Deeks, I will, uh, pass.
I'm gonna handle this myself.
You're not going alone.
Let's make it quick.
I have to pick up Aiden from the airport.
Where's Hobbs? Uh, he checked into the Sea Shore Motel in Santa Monica last night, room 215.
Where was Lam murdered? Montrose betwixt Honolulu Ave and Ocean View Boulevard.
We should probably go check that out for clues and stuff.
Clues and stuff? Is that something you picked up at LAPD? I did learn that at LAPD.
Not only did I get the highest marks in my class, but I was also voted best hair.
Don't be jealous.
Shotgun! Christmas can't come soon enough.
You guys exchanging gifts? What? You and Joelle? If you're spending Christmas together.
No, no, no, no, no.
I'm way too smart for that.
Oh, you think so? I know so.
I suggested that we give to each other's favorite charity.
Oh, boy.
What's wrong with that? Christmas is about giving, and who better to give to than those less fortunate? Starting to sound like Deeks's knuckleheadedness rubbed off on you.
I'm pretty sure that's not a word.
I'm pretty sure she bought you something.
No.
We agreed.
It doesn't matter.
Even if it's something small, if you two wake up together on Christmas morning, I guarantee you she'll have bought you something.
Why? Women are more thoughtful than men.
It's Christmas, she cares about you.
At the very least, you should have backup plan.
Like what? The emergency gift.
You don't need it, you don't use it, but it's there if you do.
Ah.
Like a backup weapon.
I was thinking more earrings than an ankle gun but yeah.
I like it.
Mike Hobbs, federal agents.
We have a couple of questions.
Got a body.
Clear.
He's still alive.
Mike Hobbs? Call 911.
More like AA.
(retching) Oh! Oh, come on.
(laughs) (retching) Oh! On my boots? Now, that is a lot of holiday cheer.
HOBBS: Ugh.
Much better.
He is not getting in my car.
(groans) Well, told you ought to let me do this one alone.
You think it's funny.
Thank you.
It's the least I can do for Christmas.
Because it's a good charity, and Hi.
How are you? What? Happy holidays.
Really, sweetheart? I'm working and you're perving.
How dare you? I wasn't perving.
It's a witness to a crime.
Oh.
What did she witness? Uh, not much, actually.
Lam was hit by a Christmas tree truck, which is morosely ironic.
Unless, of course, he's Jewish.
Well, the toy shop's security cameras don't record.
It's just a deterrent.
But did you find any other, uh, "clues or stuff," other than what's propping up Mrs.
Claus's bikini? Wow.
Nothing else, but I'm sure somebody else did, 'cause three guys came by, gave donations, took selfies.
You combine that with all the tour buses going by, and And you ask Eric to scour through social media, in case anybody posted anything from that time.
Tannenbaum! Sorry, that's Christmas for "Bingo.
" Oh, I got it.
Mrs.
Claus taught me that.
Speaking of sexy Mrs.
Claus, you know who would look good in that outfit? Don't say Hetty! Oh, wow.
Wasn't gonna say Hetty.
But now that you mention it Deeks.
I was talking about you.
Yeah.
Why is it that men always expect women to dress in lingerie for them, and yet it's fine for them to be in a stained T-shirt and ripped underwear? That's a totally valid point.
You want to switch? You can rock the, uh, stained T-shirt and ripped underwear, and I'll put on the sexy lingerie.
A sexy teddy.
Not a teddy, but I've always had a thing for a sexy Mr.
Claus.
Wait, are you serious? Hmm.
'Cause I can make that happen.
Tie you up with a bow, unwrap you like a present.
Oh, girl.
Unbelievable.
I'd ask you where you were last night, but I'm pretty sure it was where we found you.
Not that you'd remember.
You don't have anything stronger than aspirin? Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.
Is he quoting Baretta? Who killed Jason Lam? Who? Jason Lam.
You worked with him.
Remember? He looks kind of familiar.
He's dead? Yeah, he's dead.
Well, don't look at me.
I've been in prison.
It's kind of funny that he turned up dead the day after you were released.
You think that's funny? It's not funny.
It's, uh, tragic.
Coincidental.
I'm pretty sure a lot of bad things could have happened since I got out.
You know anybody that would want to have Jason Lam killed? I don't know.
What did he do? He owned a furniture store.
Ah.
Well, then I probably did business with him.
I brought in stuff from Asia all the time.
Like counterfeit handbags.
I did my time, and I'm done with that life.
Yeah? What about espionage? (scoffs) Did I miss something? Jason Lam was suspected of being a North Korean spy.
A spy? Really? That's kind of cool.
He thinks it's cool.
Well, I've never met a real spy before.
So you admit that you've met him.
You guys just said I did.
Okay, if he was a North Korean spy and now he's dead, isn't that a good thing? (scoffs) (door opens) (sighs) This is pointless.
I'm gonna go pick up my son.
This guy's an idiot.
No wonder he went to jail.
Drop me off so I can check in with Kensi and Deeks.
Call me when you get done with Aiden.
Probably have this closed up by then.
Okay.
What you're seeing is everything we could scour from around the time of Jason Lam's death-- Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, you name it.
It's a little choppy, but when we knit it all together you get a pretty good look at things.
ERIC: That's him in the green.
CALLEN: Looks like he stumbles.
ERIC: Then a few seconds later, we caught this reflection.
Who's he looking at? We don't have an angle.
What else have you got? Looks like he's having a heart attack.
Go back to the very beginning.
Play it frame by frame.
You see that? Mm-hmm.
Can you clear that up? She hit him in the leg with something.
Call the coroner.
Have him check his right thigh for a puncture wound.
Have them run a full toxicology screening.
Check for any exotic poisons, nerve agents.
But the truck is what killed him.
That may be, but he was probably minutes from death and he knew it.
That's why he looked back at the woman.
She's the one we need to find.
What are you doing? Meditating.
You just meditated through 200 rounds.
You need something? What is bothering you? Don't you have a plane to catch? No.
Not while North Korean agents are running around in our backyard.
We got that covered.
I understand that not everyone enjoys the holidays.
Terrorism doesn't take holidays, Henrietta.
No.
But we need to every now and then.
Okay.
Pencil me in for Easter.
(door opens) What's this? It was found in Lam's car.
KENSI: Is that an EpiPen? Could be.
I'm guessing it was filled with something other than epinephrine, maybe something to counteract whatever this blonde jammed him with.
Lab's running tests on it.
He was running to his car because he knew he had the antidote.
He also knew that he didn't have long.
Whatever that is, it works very fast.
And if he had the antidote He knew exactly what the poison was.
Which suggests they were playing for the same team.
Not anymore.
If Lam was a DPRK agent and they found out he had been made, they may have decided to sever ties with him in order to protect the rest of the network.
That's a tough breakup.
First thing to do is eliminate the agent.
Next, wipe out his history.
It means we need to move fast if we're gonna find any information.
I'll take Lam's furniture store.
You take his residence.
Done.
Hey.
Any luck finding Blondie? (sighs) Are you kidding me? This is Los Angeles.
You can't spit without hitting a blonde.
No offense.
You'll miss us when we're extinct.
So, what's happening here? Oh, I just, uh, smuggled in a little something to help keep up our strength and holiday spirit.
A little cookie contraband? Yeah.
You know it.
Mmm.
Cheers, brother.
Cheers.
(moans) I feel better already.
Oh, yeah.
Nothing like a little Christmas sugar.
Mm-hmm.
I think it gives me magical holiday powers, like Santa Claus.
Okay, Mr.
Kringle, how did she know where Lam was gonna be shopping? She was probably following him.
Okay.
So if we backtrack his movements based on his cell phone signal Mmm.
We can spot her following him, get a license.
Exactly.
These cookies are working.
Oh, yeah.
We should probably get some more, right? If you could have anything for Christmas, what would it be? Anything? Anything.
Baby tiger.
What? A baby tiger? They're very cute.
Yeah, until they grow up to be a full-size tiger and maul you to death.
No.
I would raise this one from a cub.
It would love me.
Plus, Josephine Baker had a cheetah.
Yeah, and Nigerian warlords have hyenas.
Because they're Nigerian warlords.
Okay.
That would actually be pretty badass, too.
But, you know what, I would prefer to have a tiger, and I would train it to work with me.
Oh, my gosh, that would be so cool.
Imagine me busting through this door, spitting lead with my tiger as backup.
What? NCIS, bitches.
(chuckles) Ready.
That was a trick question.
I was supposed to say "world peace," right? Good talk.
Clear.
Clear! Wow.
That's a lot of robots.
Do you smell that? (sniffs) That's gas.
Kens, go, go, go, go, go! Deeks, come on! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! (panting) (groans, exhales) (line ringing) ERIC: Yeah, Kens.
Eric, we need the fire department, bomb squad, and gas company out to Lam's house.
Somebody beat us here.
Copy.
They were hoping to burn this place to the ground before we found anything.
A bunch of those same toy robots were at the store Lam visited before he was killed.
Well, maybe he's a collector.
Shop owner said he didn't recognize him.
How do you not recognize a guy who's been to your store a dozen times? Maybe he buys 'em in bulk.
Maybe we need to take a closer look at the people who work at the shop.
(rustling) (groans) Did you lose something? Oh, my God.
You scared me.
Sorry.
How did you get in here? We're closed.
You work here? Yes.
Who are you? Special Agent G.
Callen, NCIS.
What were you looking for? A shipping receipt order.
A hotel in San Francisco ordered eight dozen chairs that were supposed to be there yesterday.
And if I can't find them, my boss is going to fire me.
Uh-huh.
You thought maybe you put 'em in the microwave? I'm in trouble, aren't I? Well, that depends on what you did.
(crying): I was just trying to help, okay? I had never had a boyfriend before, and he told me he loved me, so I Okay.
Okay, just take a breath.
Why don't you tell me what happened, all right? (woman yells) (both grunting) (grunting, yelling) (loud grunt) (woman groans, pants) (camera shutter clicking) It's a nice wig.
Why'd you kill Jason Lam? Why don't you tell me where you learned to fight like that? Nothing, huh? Okay.
Well, we're running your records and your facial rec.
It should be just a matter of time before we I.
D.
you.
I don't think your supreme leader is gonna be very excited when we do.
I think Kim Jong-un is gonna be a little Kim Jong Un-happy.
He might even be a little Kim Jong Pissed.
You like that? GRANGER: You sure you don't know her? I am not that lucky.
I mean, if she wasn't a killer spy.
(chuckles) But it might be worth it.
I've been in prison.
What now? You're free to go.
Just don't leave L.
A.
(scoffs) You're kidding, right? I don't have enough money to get across town.
You should have thought of that before you started ripping people off.
Any chance I can get a ride? You want a ride? I can't afford bus fare-- I told my ex-wife I'd be there by 5:00.
Come on, man, it's Christmas.
Give him a lift.
I got this.
Okay.
You heard the man.
Really? Ah, man, that's great! Hey, you don't by chance have a clean shirt, do you? Maybe a tie? Why don't we just cut you a suit while you wait? Look, I'm sorry.
I haven't seen my kid in a while, and I don't want to show up there looking like You just got out of prison? Yeah.
We can hook you up.
(door closes) ERIC (over phone): Right.
Okay, so, uh, what else? Yeah.
Find out who owns the business, Who owns the business.
who owns the property, Who's paying utilities, the phone records, the employees, the whole Monty.
Did you say employees? Yeah, that's what I just said to you.
No, I know, I heard it, but I Eric? Yeah? (giggles) Are you listening to me? What are you talking about? Are you sure? 'Cause you sound crazy.
What is he saying? Okay.
All right, call me back.
ERIC: Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
What just happened there? Pretty sure one of the wonder twins got into the candy canes, and now he's on a sugar rush.
(sighs): Ah okay.
All right (clears throat) what would you want for Christmas if you could have anything? That's easy-- forgiveness.
Forgiveness for what? For not telling you something I should've told you a long time ago.
And I fully recognize this is the most bizarre of circumstances and the weirdest timing to have this conversation.
What conversation, exactly? The whole Internal Affairs investigation.
I was trying to protect you and trying to protect NCIS, because because John Quinn didn't kill Boyle.
I did, and I did it to protect Tiffany.
I know.
What do you mean you know? No, you don't.
I didn't know, but I figured it out.
Well, why didn't you say anything? I just figured you'd tell me when you were ready to.
(softly): I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Just no more secrets.
Okay? No more secrets.
Do you have any idea how much I love you right now? No.
But I'm hoping that it will be reflected in my Christmas gift.
I need to kiss you.
You can't kiss me right now-- we're on the job.
Yeah, but it's Christmas, and these are special circumstances.
I understand that, but we have to keep our eyes on the shop now.
We don't even know what we're looking for in the shop.
Forget the shop.
I need to kiss you.
(sighs) Fine.
I'll do it.
That that's not a kiss.
That doesn't count as a kiss.
That's, like, a fourth of a kiss, it's, like, a fraction of a kiss.
Well, then you'll get the other fraction at home.
Oh, wow.
You look good.
Yeah? I should have brought a gift.
I think they're gonna be pleased just to see you.
Hey.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Oh, uh, what about the suit? Consider it a Christmas gift.
Really? Really.
Happy holidays.
Happy holidays.
(starts engine) (door opens) So one's coffee, one's tea.
They both have poison in them.
And I'll take whichever one you don't want.
I hate the holidays, too.
Good.
I also hate tea.
You don't remember me, do you? No.
I don't know who you are.
I didn't recognize you at first.
Strangely enough, the wig was the tip-off-- the first time I met your mom, she was using the same trick, only she was trying to pass herself off as an old lady.
My mother works at a nail salon in Scottsdale.
Your mother shot me in the ass in Kowloon.
Okay, look, I don't know what you're playing here, but this is wrongful arrest, and I'm gonna sue whatever Mickey Mouse operation this is for everything that you've got.
My name is Jennifer Kim, and I'm a personal trainer, but I also know what my rights are.
I don't have to talk to you, and I have the right to an attorney.
Which I want right now.
This is me and your mom in Macau around '89.
She shot me, like, two weeks later.
She probably taught you English, right? Thought she was doing you a favor until they recruited you when you were a little kid.
One day to say good-bye, then it was off to the mountains for spy school.
They smuggled you in to the U.
S.
couple of years later, and, uh been here ever since.
I bet you haven't seen her for a long time.
Well (sighs) I guess that makes two of us.
If she really is a spy with the DPRK that we don't know about, we're not gonna get a match.
Well, her I.
D.
says she's Jennifer Kim-- born in Duluth, Minnesota, lives in L.
A.
and works as a personal trainer.
Question: Has she ever worked in the toy shop where Lam was shopping? Let's see.
No.
Doesn't look like it.
Fa-la-la! What's up? From 2006 to 2008, she worked for MH Imports.
That's Mike Hobbs's company.
Interesting.
And he said he didn't know her.
He knows way more than he's letting on.
I think it's time to call Callen.
(knocking) Hi.
I dropped off Mike earlier.
Can I speak with him for a second? He took Puddles out.
I'm sorry? The dog.
He took him out for a walk.
I take it you're Mike's ex-wife? Gloria.
Adam's now.
Are you a friend of Mike's? Are you a con? Uh, not really, and no.
I'm I'm Mike's parole officer.
I don't know what he's doing.
He's been gone for at least 45 minutes.
Knowing Mike, he's probably stolen the dog.
(camera shutter clicking) Eric, activate the tracker in Hobbs's suit, and get me a list of any animal hospitals or shelters in the area.
Are we getting puppies for Christmas? Best Christmas ever! No, we are not.
(gasps) Cross-check it with cab companies and Uber who may have picked someone up in this area.
Got it.
Taxis, not puppies.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
Callen-- it's Hobbs.
It looks like he made three calls from his motel room.
One to an escort service.
One to his ex-wife, and one to the toy shop Kensi and Deeks are watching.
The same shop that Lam was at before he was killed.
Must have been their contact point.
That's how Kim knew where to find Lam.
They must have called him in.
All right, have Kensi and Deeks to sit tight.
Will do.
Yeah.
(barking in distance) How can I help you? Hi.
I, uh (clears throat) found this dog wandering in the street like he was lost.
He doesn't have a collar but I thought he might have one of those chips in him.
Okay.
Well, let's take a look.
How you doing, buddy? You got some I.
D.
to help us get you home for Christmas? (beep) Oh.
This is your lucky day, boy.
I just have to plug it in the database to get the owner's info.
Huh.
That's weird.
It's just a bunch of names.
Uh let me see.
Can I borrow a pen? Use mine.
(dogs barking) (grunting) I'm not saying a word till I talk to my lawyer! Hey.
Hey.
I'm pretty sure this is against some laws of the Geneva Convention.
We're not in Geneva.
So how'd you do it, huh? Did you counterfeit documents, too? I didn't even know they were spies.
Sure you didn't.
I didn't.
I was making plenty on purses.
But my Chinese supplier said he needed help getting some family members back into the country.
Jason Lam.
Yeah.
Which he paid you for.
Well, yeah.
I helped with the visas and giving them jobs.
I didn't know they were North Korean until I got busted.
Then I got to thinking.
You shouldn't do that.
You're not good at that.
Before I got locked up, I made a list.
What'd you, check it twice, you find out who was naughty or nice? Which you hid on your kid's dog hoping to cash in when you got out by selling it to the North Koreans, am I right? Huh? It was a good plan on paper.
It was a terrible plan.
Now, how did you know the toy shop was the contact point? I followed them.
Could have been a pretty good spy myself.
You know what, you're lucky to be alive.
If you hadn't gotten busted, you probably wouldn't be right now.
Look, I was just trying to get a little money so I could get back on my feet.
What happens now? Well, it'd be a shame to go this far and not sell that list of yours.
We can frolic and play in the snow on a sleigh Ho, ho, ho! Just you and me on our snow day It's the best time of year, it's the best time of day Just you and me On our snow day Okay, we have four men approaching, one of them is carrying a briefcase.
Two just split off in overwatch positions.
KENSI: I got it.
Yes, I got you.
Hi! Hi.
Hobbs.
In the flesh.
You have something for me? That depends.
Do you have something for me? Merry Christmas.
If I find out there's another copy of this You won't.
Federal agent.
On the ground.
(grunting) (yells) Oh! (grunts) I bet you did not see that coming, did you? Cuff him.
Merry Christmas.
You got him? Ho, ho, ho.
Oh.
Boys and girls, somebody's been very naughty.
Cuffs.
That's why you got to be good, huh? Who's been nice this year? I want to see a show of hands.
You got to brush your teeth and do your homework.
Speaking of which, did you brush your teeth? That smells a lot like salmon.
That's disgusting.
Ho, ho, ho! Be good, kids.
Nice timing.
Yeah.
I couldn't let you guys have all the fun.
Where's Aiden? I told him to wait in the car.
(whoops) That was badass.
I told you to wait in the car.
Oh, and miss this? That was really cool.
What's up, Uncle G? Well, you know, catching bad guys, saving Christmas, same old thing.
Yeah, yeah.
I love how you guys work together like that.
Well, don't love it too much.
Oh, come on, I'd be really good at this.
He has the pedigree.
Yeah.
Don't listen to him.
You know what? We'll talk over Christmas.
No, not about this, you won't.
Why don't we just cook? Okay, I don't cook, and unless you're planning on making frittatas, neither do you.
Wow, Christmas frittatas, huh? Boom, new tradition.
You know what, forget it.
Why don't you guys just come to my place? There's plenty of room, Michelle will love it.
Um, I wouldn't mind, but we have our moms with us.
No, that's perfect.
They won't be able to cook and they can talk to my mother-in-law so I don't have to.
Everybody wins.
It's the best idea ever.
So does that mean you want me to bring my Santa Claus outfit for Kamran? No.
You can still bring it, though.
Ho, ho, ho, ho! Down the chimney.
KENSI: Okay.
(chuckles) Ooh.
Hetty, I d I didn't Oh, no, no, no, no.
This is not for you.
I-I mean, not-not per Se.
It's, uh, your backup plan.
They're vintage earrings.
She should like them.
Thank you, and Merry Christmas, Hetty.
Merry Christmas, Mr.
Callen.
(door closes in distance) Clear.
(whispers): Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Come on.
Hey.
Get over here.
Okay.
You guys look great.
Oh.
Really? Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
Have fun.
(short chuckle) Okay.
What he did.
Happy holidays.
Let's go.
Bye-bye! (both laughing) (door closes) I'll be home For Christmas (door opens) (sighs) I'm sorry I'm late.
Took longer than I expected, I Where did all this come from? I brought it from home.
I just thought we should have a nice dinner.
Uh, and what is that? It's-it's just something little.
Now, I know we agreed, but I (gasps) Uh Oh.
I was so worried about you.
Oh, come on, I told you-- you don't have to worry about me.
But I will as long as you do this.
I know.
My New Year's resolution is gonna be no dating people who might not come home at night.
So we have till New Year's? Yeah? Yeah.
In my Dreams.
GRANGER: Hope one of those is for me.
Oh, by all means.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire There you go.
Feliz Navidad.
Jack Frost nipping at your nose You miss your flight? Oh, that's one of the good things about Christmas.
They have it every year.
Yeah, whether you want it or not.
(laughing) I heard what you said to, um, Jennifer Kim.
Or whatever her real name is.
Any of that, uh, true? I'm offering this simple phrase Does it matter? Oh, well, it might.
To her.
Maybe to you.
Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, Henrietta.
Merry Christmas Merry Christmas, Owen.
To you.
HETTY: Merry Christmas, indeed.