NCIS Los Angeles s08e11 Episode Script
Tidings We Bring
1 (âJingle Bellsâ plays) - Merry Christmas to you, sir.
- Thanks.
God bless.
Hey! (groans) WOMAN: Help! (indistinct chatter) Gotcha! Wait.
Stop! We've got a runner.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
On foot? Yeah.
Stand by.
Sending backup.
Yeah.
10-4.
I'm sorry he got away, but I've alerted LAPD.
Thanks.
You her husband? Boyfriend.
Who is apparently getting one less gift this year.
Hey, you want me to call an ambulance? There's a hospital on our way home.
I'll take her there now.
Thank you for all your help.
Make a sound and you're dead.
NCIS: LA 8x11 Tidings We Bring NELL: On your mark get set go.
(groans) Damn it.
Yeah.
You barely touched it.
It is still a fail.
Let's go again.
Kens, aren't you getting tired? Maybe, you know, you should take a rest and give yourself a few moments to recover.
No.
I want to do this before the other guys get here.
I don't want them seeing this.
Go.
All right.
(clears throat) You ready? Yep.
On your mark Get set Go! (groans) You want to kick this one, too? There you go.
Feel better? (exhales) A little bit.
Not really.
(laughs) Well, if it's any consolation, you know, Eric failed this test, like, six times.
Six times? Nope.
Not a consolation at all.
Really? Six times? Although I may have gotten in his head a little bit beforehand just to freak him out.
That is not very nice, Ms.
Jones.
I know, but it's also kind of fun.
(giggles) Oh I almost forgot.
(clears throat) So, I didn't know when I was gonna see you again.
Merry Christmas.
For me? Yeah.
Ooh.
St.
Joan of Arc.
Ah.
She was the only female soldier in my brother's set, and he never wanted to play with her, (laughs) so I did.
She never gave up, never surrendered.
She was a young girl who became a great military leader, all because she believed.
Well, thank you.
I mean, are you sure you want me to have this? It seems pretty special to you.
Yeah.
I mean, she was my first hero, but I have other sources of inspiration these days.
Mm.
Like Hetty and you.
I don't know about that one.
(laughs) You do know she burned at the stake, right? Nobody's perfect.
Okay.
Thank you.
(both laugh) I'll take care of her.
Mm.
Hmm.
Galapagos holiday blend? Combination of oolong and peppermint? Oh, very close spearmint.
Hmm.
I get my spears and my peppers confused.
Something tells me this isn't about tea.
By my count, we have 30 days to find the mole.
Oh.
Well, actually, I'm the only one on the clock.
We're all in this together.
You're familiar with Don Giovanni? World's greatest lover? Pretty sure he's not the mole.
The opera, Mr.
Callen.
Mozart wrote the overture the night before the premiere.
Okay.
Well, something tells me this isn't about the opera.
Well, it's just to say that sometimes we make the most out of our time when we have the least to spare.
DEEKS: Can smell the trademark on that one.
Speaking of, is that a peppermint I detect? Mr.
Deeks, good morning.
Ms.
Kolcheck.
Anna, what are you doing here? I saw her outside window shopping, said she could come in.
But if she breaks it, she buys it.
(laughs) I'm going stir crazy at home, so, um, I thought I'd come by and give you all this.
Ooh, that is very pink.
Selyodka pod Shuboy.
Herring under a fur coat.
Yep.
And I made it myself.
Ooh, she cooks, too.
(bugle blowing) (in Cockney accent): Take nothing on its looks.
Take everything on evidence.
(chuckles) Why is he talking like that? It's from Great Expectations.
He's rehearsing for the Dickens Fair.
Ah, reliving the good old days.
Child labor, poverty, Jack the Ripper.
DEEKS: Yeah, I guess the Spanish Inquisition Fair was all sold out? Um, we could use an extra hand.
That is, if you don't have any other fish to fur.
Please.
Thought you'd never ask.
Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Morgan, reported missing this morning when she failed to show up to her assignment.
She is a Navy Cryptologic Warfare Officer working a joint task force with the NSA from a temporary cyber location downtown.
Don't cryptologists look for Bigfoot? Wait a minute.
Are we building Sasquatch super soldiers? CWOs identify cyber threats across global networks.
So I'm gonna take that as a no.
Correct.
Jennifer's also the lead developer of a cloud-based threat detection and analysis software prototype.
SAM: If the wrong people get ahold of that prototype, opens up our own intelligence to foreign attack.
And help enemies evade detection.
Where was she last seen? She used her credit card two days ago at a store in Venice, and her car was still in a parking lot this morning.
Okay, well, Deeks, you're with me.
We go to Jennifer's house.
G, you and Anna take Venice.
Yeah, I'm not going to Venice, you know, with all the tourists.
I'll take the house with, uh I'll take Deeks.
Okay, here's the deal, I-I'll go to the store, 'cause I-I love Venice, you know what I mean? Those are my people.
And also, Anna's basically like a Russian tourist.
Fine, fine.
I'll take the store.
Deeks, you're with me.
You know what? It's not a big deal.
I'll take the store in Venice, I'll take Deeks, okay? (laughs) What is happening? Okay, Sam and I will take the store.
Is that fine? Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Have you been helped? Uh, not yet I haven't.
I'm-- Let me guess.
Terrified of patterns.
(both chuckle) Well, let's just say I prefer simple and refined.
And let's just say I'm bored and wanting to put you in plaid.
Here, try this one.
It's all the rage right now.
It breathes, it pops, it even Looks like Frosty had a run-in with a snow blower.
Okay, I can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.
Yeah, but maybe you can make an exception, hmm? You worked here Saturday? Yes.
This woman, she was in here around 5:00 p.
m.
? Yeah, three rompers, two bandos, and a high-waisted jegging.
Is that who she was with? That's what she bought.
And a pair of men's socks.
Said they were a gift.
She was open to suggestions.
Was she alone? Yes.
Did she seem nervous, on edge at all? No, she seemed happy to me.
I mean, I kind of have that effect on people.
I can tell.
Thank you for your help.
Hey, where do you stand on dad hats? Wouldn't fit.
All right, thank you.
SANTA: Thank you.
(bell ringing) (phone buzzes) Merry Christmas.
WOMAN: Thank you.
Everything okay? Yeah.
No.
I'm in an auction for tickets to Hamilton, and someone outbid me.
I did not peg you as the musical theater type.
It's, uh, for my wife, and it's the only thing she wants for Christmas.
It's been sold out for months.
You could ask Santa.
(bell ringing) I haven't been that good.
You get anything from the security guard? Um, Jennifer was involved in a grab-and-go on Saturday.
The guy knocked her over, made off with her shopping bag.
Guard said she was banged up pretty bad.
Her name wasn't on any police reports.
Her boyfriend took her to the hospital before the LAPD arrived.
The girl in the store said Jennifer was alone.
Could have split up to shop for each other.
Guard's pulling up security footage.
Maybe that'll tell us.
ERIC (over radio): Guys.
Yeah? I checked with all the hospitals and urgent care offices within a 30-mile radius.
And? There is no record of Jennifer being checked in anywhere.
Could have changed her mind.
Any luck getting an ID on her boyfriend? No, not yet.
And Jennifer's online presence is practically nonexistent.
Her house, bills, bank accounts, they're all in her name.
Someone could have intercepted them on the way to the hospital.
If that's true, she's the one they need.
There's a good chance her boyfriend is already dead.
Yeah, but the problem is, once they access Jennifer's technology, she will be, too.
No.
No, no, no.
Look at that.
The-the angles are shoddy, the lines are drooping.
CALLEN: Looks fine to me.
Uh, no offense, this is kind of my area of expertise.
Oh, yeah? You and Kens gonna light up the neighborhood Griswold-style? I wanted to, but she wasn't really down this year.
Yeah, she's been through a lot.
You'll always have next year.
I was really looking forward to decking the crap out of those halls.
I never really got it.
I mean, all that work for so little time.
Buddy, it's about the tradition.
Why not just do something different every year? Make that your tradition.
No, not the same thing.
You know what, when I was growing up, no matter how crazy things got around the house, my mom made sure that the holidays were the one constant thing in our life.
I can see it now, Little Deeks out on the farm with a hot chocolate, looking for the perfect tree.
Yeah, kind of, except for the farm was the back of an am/pm, and instead of hot chocolate, my mom was cranking menthols.
Right out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Hey, door's open.
NCIS! Clear.
I'm guessing this is her boyfriend.
I'll send it to Eric, see if he can find out who he is.
Yep.
Cold.
This happened today.
Jennifer disappeared two days ago.
Which means they've already had their best chance at accessing her technology.
So why still ransack the house? ERIC (English accent): Dearest Mother.
Stop.
Winter has come.
Stop.
I fear little Billy has fallen ill Stop.
What are you doing? (normal voice): Hmm? Oh.
I'm just, uh, throwing out a few options for Ye Olde Telegraph Stand.
It's our first stop at the fair.
Hmm, about that.
I have good news and I have bad news.
Uh, uh, uh, good news first.
Uh, uh, bad news first.
Uh, do you have any moderate news you can start with? Okay.
Um I got into the Women in Technology mentorship program.
Nell, that's great! We can celebrate over figgy pudding.
That's actually my bad news.
See, the first meeting is the same weekend as the Dickens Fair.
Criminy.
I don't have to go.
What? No.
Nell, you have to.
This is a big deal.
I know.
But figgy pudding and I'll be fine alone.
Hey, Dickens was a huge champion of orphans.
(chuckles) Okay.
(beeping) Oh.
Hey.
Facial rec ID'd the guy in the photo with Jennifer.
His name is Gregory Jenkins.
He's a journalist with that online newspaper, Glimpse L.
A.
NELL: Ooh.
Looks like Jenkins' phone has been offline for four days.
That's two days before Jennifer disappeared.
Yeah.
Okay, I'll let Sam and Anna know the location of his office.
Maybe someone from his work can help.
We're here to find Nicole Ross.
Oh, yeah, over there.
(sighs) Nicole Ross.
Look, if you don't want people to know about your Vegas orgies, don't have Vegas orgies.
Wrong agency.
We're NCIS.
Sorry about that, Captain.
Tennille.
(chuckles) We're here about Gregory Jenkins.
Haven't seen him in days.
Yeah? Is it normal for you to lose track of your employees? I'm an editor, not a parole officer.
We think Jenkins may be in danger.
He'd be fired if he wasn't.
You guys have any idea what we report on around here? Mm-hmm.
Celebrity breakups? ANNA: Puppy slideshows? Welcome to 2016.
For every article on government corruption, we've got to write ten pieces analyzing a Kardashian's side-eye just to stay in business.
What was Jenkins working on? Look, lady, I don't have to talk to you.
Protected by the First Amendment.
- Hmm.
- Also, I've got a lot of work to do.
So do we.
Looks like Jenkins was spending a lot of time in Central America.
He wrote a five-part piece on the drug trade.
Even flew from San Jose to Miami with the head of the Costa Rican cartel.
That one's short-listed for a Murrow Award.
That's impressive.
Did you know, um, 90% of the cocaine in the U.
S.
comes through Central America and Mexico? What's your point? Well, if Jenkins helped transport drugs across international borders, the FBI will be very interested.
Yeah.
They'll want to seize your files, your computers.
Really? That's the best you got? I'm in a hurry.
But it'll take at least a year before it makes it to the judge.
Don't worry.
I'm sure you can Snapchat exposés from your phone.
That is, unless you want to tell us what Jenkins was working on.
(sighs) He found out some banks are laundering money for their clients.
White-collar stuff.
Unless it turns out to be some pop star's doling out money to a Taiwanese hooker, no one's gonna care.
We care.
We need to find Jenkins.
He's not at home.
Anywhere else he could be? I don't know.
He disappears when he writes.
Ask his girlfriend.
We would, if she wasn't missing, too.
Hey, how goes the training? (chuckles) Um How did you know I was here? Oh, I have a sixth sense.
- Its name is Hetty.
- Mm.
Ah, should've known.
(clears throat) Uh, well, I'm glad she told me because I have something for you.
A scarf? (bag drops) Mm, not just any scarf.
This one is embedded with Kevlar filaments around the edges so you can use it as a garrote if necessary.
(chuckles) Oh, my gosh, that is awesome.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, how thoughtful.
Yeah.
Never pegged you for a sewer, though.
Oh, I'm not.
Uh, Hetty helped me.
Mm.
It was like 75% me, 25% percent her.
Hmm, not bad.
Okay, m-maybe it was more like fifty-fifty.
(sighs) Fine, the Kevlar was her idea.
I wanted to go bigger.
You know, bolder, like nail file, corkscrew, toothpick, tweezer, just full-on Swiss Army scarf.
But then she was all like, (as Hetty): âMr.
Beale, I think we should scale it back a little bit.
â And then I was like, âBut a corkscrew, it's soâ Eric.
This is awesome.
Thank you.
Well, Merry Christmas, Kensi.
It's really great to have you back again.
Merry Christmas.
(phone beeps) Oh.
Ah, I got to get back to Ops.
(clears throat) But, um can I walk you out? - Yes, you can.
- Okay.
No, I got it.
Thank you.
(softly): Yeah.
It's great.
DEEKS: I'm saying start small.
Hetty-steps, you know, just get a tiny tree.
Why don't you just burn my house down and save me the hassle? Nell, can you please tell Callen to let joy into his life? Actually, Christmas trees start over 200 house fires every year.
Mm-hmm.
Who hurt you? (chuckles) So, after sorting through the surveillance footage, we found this from a store across the street.
CALLEN: That's not Gregory Jenkins.
Nope.
Name is Javier Nuñez.
And he's a Panamanian national.
Her works for a defense contracting firm headquartered in Panama City.
Sounds like the type of firm that may be in the market for threat detection software.
How long's he been in Los Angeles? Four days.
Same amount of time Jenkins has been off the grid.
And Jenkins' editor said he was traveling through Central America embedded with drug cartels.
Guys, Jenkins' cell phone's back online.
DEEKS: Okay, Where is he? ERIC: Uh, he just got on a bus in Mar Vista.
Express line to Studio City, and he's alone.
He's not with Jennifer.
He didn't report her missing.
It could mean he's working with Nuñez.
CALLEN: Well, if he is, he may be our last chance of finding Jennifer alive.
NELL: Okay, the bus is ten minutes out.
Callen and Deeks are still waiting at the bus stop.
And I just tracked a FlatXChange account in Jenkins' name to a rental loft in Mar Vista.
Sam and Anna are on their way.
Mm-hmm.
Is there is there something else, or Joan of Arc? (sighs) I just saw Kensi.
I didn't know St.
Joan was your hero.
Well, I guess we never had the hero talk.
So, who's yours? Uh, Neil deGrasse Tyson.
(chuckles) Uh, Charles Babbage.
Hmm.
Sometimes Billy Joel.
Ooh, nice.
Guess there's still a lot we don't know about each other.
Okay, Eric, what's going on here? I didn't even know you were applying to the mentorship program.
That's because I didn't tell anyone.
Eric, people who are married for 50 years are still learning new things about each other.
I think we're gonna be okay, my little sugar plum.
(chuckles, types) CALLEN: Jenkins' bus just got off the freeway, it should be here any minute.
You know, I think you might be on to something there.
About Jenkins? No, not Jenkins, about Kensi and me.
About, you know, that maybe our thing, maybe our tradition should be we do new things.
Well, you don't have kids.
No responsibilities.
No reason not to go to Fiji in December.
Oh, the waves are firing this time of year.
It's also, uh, summertime in Argentina right now.
Oh, my God, Kensi doing the salsa? Do you see that? What? I just saved Christmas.
(laughs) I did.
Fair enough, Rick Steves.
What about you? You got nothing tying you down.
Oh, I hate airport lines.
But you have a car.
I grew up in and out of other people's houses.
I appreciate the chance to stay put in my own.
Yeah, but your place doesn't have a tiki bar.
In fact, your place doesn't even have chairs.
That is not true.
I have a dining room set.
All right, I'll be sure to alert Architectural Digest.
(chuckles) (Anna sighs, phone buzzes) Not gonna look at that? All that is is the sound of the bid for my Hamilton tickets going higher and higher.
You know, there are other shows.
Have you seen Starlight Express? (chuckles) Okay.
Anything I can do to help? All we can do is wait.
Lucky for you, I'm getting really good at it.
Nothing from the ATF? They're in the middle of my background investigation.
Let's just say they hit a bit of a a speed bump.
Let me guess.
The speed bump has a thick Russian accent and is offended by polyester blends.
Arkady found a way to insult the investigator within five minutes of meeting him.
Gotta give it to him, the guy's a natural.
Yeah, well, if he's trying to fix our relationship, he's doing a terrible job.
Have you told him that? We're not exactly speaking right now.
Oh? This is my last Christmas with my daughter at home.
Empty nest? That will be an adjustment.
I want to make it as special as I can.
For Michelle, but especially for Kam.
I'm sure you're doing great.
Yeah, well, hopefully, if I'm not, she'd tell me.
We should check out Jenkins' loft.
We'd need a warrant.
I'm not an agent yet.
I don't need one.
You do.
I don't like my partners wandering off alone.
Well, I'm nobody's partner yet, either, and I'm just going to look around, see if any neighbors want to talk.
All right, hurry up.
If I sense any danger, you're out of there.
All right, Spidey.
Easy on my door.
Gregory Jenkins? Who are you? How'd you how'd you know I was here? NCIS.
Did you guys find Jennifer? Can can I talk to her? We're gonna need you to come with us.
No.
No, I'm not coming with you.
I have to go home in case they call again.
Hold on a second.
In case who calls again? I don't know.
All they said was if I give myself up, they'll let her go.
Look, I'm not supposed to talk to anyone.
They will kill her if I say anything.
This isn't about Jennifer.
They're using her to get to him.
Yeah.
(Anna cries out) Uh-uh! (hisses) Hmm.
Don't mind my partner.
L.
A.
's made him soft.
He hits like a girl! You give him too much credit.
Oh, come on, Manny, not in front of La Femme Nikita.
(mockingly): La Femme Nikita.
What, you speak French now, too? Guys, this is just a big misunderstanding.
I'm here looking for my friend.
Well, you're too late.
(inhales): Oh, good.
Good, we're sharing information.
You forgot to introduce yourself.
Oh.
Raul.
Oh.
(knock on door) Get the gun.
Get the gun.
You think you can handle her this time? Hmm? (grunting) My partner hits like a girl, too.
Sit down.
Look, we did not know that you guys were federal agents.
Calláte! For once in your life.
You gonna make me? You two finished? You done? Let's let them keep going.
It's kind of cute.
Where's Jennifer? Hmm, silent treatment.
It's lucky for you two we're both really good at waiting.
Well, we're not saying anything until you contact our consulate.
We'll get right on that.
Shall we start with the consul general? Yeah.
Okay.
He's in St.
Bart for the holiday.
Yeah.
Could try your contact in the state department.
Vermont, through the first.
Tough time of year for asylum.
If we tell you where she is, we get to go home? That's the deal.
They're bluffing.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
What? Don't worry about it.
We'll put you in general population till January, and you can think about it.
No problem.
(arguing indistinctly) Hope you like dark roast.
Sadly, that coffee hasn't seen the light of day in five to ten years.
The voice mail that was left on your phone was untraceable.
We've started to monitor it now in case they call back.
Nuñez and his men were after something that you have.
It's what they were looking for at Jennifer's house.
Your editor said you were working on a story on white-collar crime.
What, did you follow the wrong lead? (sighs) Two months ago, I was contacted by a source inside the Panamanian government.
Said he had some files for me.
What kind of files? Contracts, bank records, e-mails you name it.
These records contain the names of people all around the globe who are anonymously hiding millions of dollars in fake corporations throughout Panama.
Shell corporations, perfect for money laundering, tax evasion, and funding terrorist activities.
You were gonna publish the names of the real owners of these companies, revealing their true identity? You ever hear of the Mossack Fonseca papers? This is like that, only bigger.
The information I have would pull back the curtain on ever person routing money throughout Panama to hide their corruption.
These companies are a major source of revenue for Panama.
If their confidentiality is called into question, every bank and law firm will take a huge financial hit.
Which is why they hired these guys to get you before you published your article.
That's why they're holding Jennifer as a bargaining chip until they do.
Excuse us.
Laurel and Hardy aren't talking.
DEEKS: If they don't get Jenkins' files and stop him from writing that article, Jennifer's as good as dead.
Millions of dollars in dirty money tied to some of the world's most powerful people.
This is bigger than we thought.
It is, Ms.
Kolcheck, but Jennifer is still our primary concern for now.
What are you thinking, Hetty? Flick the lights, gentlemen.
It's time to bring in the audience.
Where's the pretty one? Right here.
(door shuts) SAM: We know what you're after.
We got the files to prove it.
Hey, hey, you're not gonna do anything until you have the girl.
Uh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Right now, the files you want are on their way to the FBI and the SEC.
And the Secret Service, Postal Inspector.
Pretty much all of the D.
C.
metro area.
As soon as they get 'em, it's open season on everyone listed in those documents.
A legion of suits, all hungry to make their agency the one to take down your country.
I don't care who you work for.
No bank, no law firm, no government agency is gonna risk their reputation any further by helping you.
CALLEN: You'll be men without a country, lost forever in our legal system.
That is, unless you want to tell us where you're holding the girl.
Then we might be able to help you.
Show me the front door of the consulate, I'll tell you where the girl is.
Could you catch me up to speed, Mr.
Beale? Nell and I had plans to go to the Dickens Fair together, and she canceled.
And it's fine, I get it.
Like, she has a really good reason, but I don't know, I just feel like we're drifting apart.
Uh, with the case, Mr.
Beale.
Right, the case.
Um, I located Jenkins' source.
He was found dead two weeks ago in Panama City.
Uh, and the files? Well, Jenkins gave us access to his servers, and I just finished uploading everything into the system.
I press one button, and they all go wide.
Let 'em fly, Mr.
Beale.
Hetty, a lot of big names are listed in these files.
Once this goes out, a lot of powerful people are going down.
And they say Christmas comes but once a year.
(beep) (deep inhale, exhale) If they do give up Jennifer's location, we're not gonna have a lot of time.
Once they step foot in the consulate, game's over.
Yeah, but they make one phone call, Jennifer disappears.
Along with any trace of their involvement.
I always pictured the embassy to be prettier.
Or more gold.
It's not the embassy, idiot.
It's not even the consulate.
Relax.
Their office is a stone's throw away.
Eh, more like a cannon's blow.
Look, good-byes are always hard.
Yeah, I always find the Band-Aid approach to work the best.
There's just a few words separating you from your freedom.
So what's it gonna be? (grunting and slamming) Eric, hang on.
(engine revs) (tires screeching) (both scream) I like the way you think, Jones.
That's actually not at all what I was thinking.
Uh, hi, Eric, did you hit your head? Or am I actually seeing this right now? Stand back.
(muffled shouting) No, no, no, no! Hey! Hey! No! (yells in Spanish) (yelling in Spanish) Hey, no! A mi me gustan bien hechos.
No, no, no, no, no! Hey, hey, o-okay! Okay, just-just keep El Nerdo Loco away from us! Okay! Hey.
Manny, I don't want to die.
Mount Washington.
Warehouse.
On Figueroa! Yeah, Figueroa! Okay.
Well, nice work, Bealito.
Ah, couldn't have done it alone.
Um, quick question, um what were you gonna do if they hadn't given us the location? Run.
Oh.
Got Nuñez and another gunman.
No sign of Jennifer.
Set.
All right, Deeks, you and Anna go around the back, we'll take the front.
On it.
Moving.
(power tools whirring) Psst.
(grunts) SAM: G! (gunfire) (grunts) Drop it.
Nice and easy, put it down.
(both grunt) No, no, no, no.
Put the wrench down.
Put it down.
(grunts) Wow.
That was very, uh Home Alone of you.
Watched it three times last week.
Uh-huh.
Just for the record, I had him.
Of course you did.
(muffled yelling) It's okay, it's okay.
You're safe now.
You're safe.
Jennifer.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Really, I'm okay.
I'm so sorry, I wanted to save you.
I wanted to give myself up I know, I know.
The agents told me everything.
I'm safe now.
So what's gonna happen to Nuñez and his men? They're not going anywhere.
The people that hired them? That's a bit more complicated.
CALLEN: We've got every agency working on this.
It's just a matter of time before the people behind this go down.
Until then, you've got a hell of a story to tell.
Almost forgot.
Yeah.
We've got an in at the LAPD.
Skateboarder didn't get far.
Merry Christmas.
Thank you.
(computer beeps) What's this? Oh, a gift.
Nell, you didn't have to get me anything.
I know, but that's kind of the thing with gifts.
(sighs) (chuckles) So Sir.
Do you know what happens when you hang two pendulum clocks on the same wall? They end up swinging together.
Mm-hmm.
(soft chuckle) There's gonna be things we don't know about each other.
And that's okay.
Because, when they put us together We swing together.
Mm-hmm.
Not in the creepy âsleeping with your neighbor's wifeâ way.
Like in the âwe end up in syncâ way.
I knew what you meant.
Good.
(both chuckle) Thanks, Nell.
You're welcome, Eric.
(in bad Cockney accent): So shall we get some eggnog? (normal voice): I feel like I'm so bad at that.
(Cockney accent): No, you're great.
You just need a little lesson.
(Cockney accent): Not as good as you.
No, we can work on it together.
All right.
What do you think? On the way to the party? Yes, please.
Let's go.
Mr.
Beale.
Okay, Ms.
Jones.
I feel like my name should be Eliza.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Gonna try and convince Kens one more time? No, no, no.
These are for you.
CALLEN: You shouldn't have.
Kensi and I have a lot of years ahead of us to figure it out, but you have a lot of years to make up for, so clean angles, smooth lines.
Thank you, Deeks.
Hey.
Merry Christmas, Callen.
Merry Christmas.
Uh-huh.
Let me guess, you won the auction.
No, I actually lost by a lot.
Then why are you so happy? I can't believe I'm saying this, but Arkady got me two tickets to Hamilton, the musical.
ANNA: I took your advice.
I called him.
He's a pain in the ass, but I guess he's my pain in the ass.
Wow.
I knew Arkady had connections.
I just didn't realize they were so theatrical.
Yeah, well, he auditioned for Cats 20 years ago.
They've been bribing him not to come back ever since.
All right, well, thank you, Anna.
Cheers.
(indistinct chatter) So, is this more exciting than, uh sitting at home cooking? Mm.
Experiencing the weather in L.
A.
is even better than watching it on my phone.
Do you have holiday plans? Does a Judge Judy marathon count? (laughs) Well, look, I'm, uh I'm thinking about maybe cooking a meal next week.
If you're not busy Are you asking me to Christmas dinner? This is the first year my father's gonna be in town, so I figured I should do something.
Mm.
I'll make Kholodets.
Please don't.
(both laugh) Not necessary.
You have not lived until you've tried meat Jello.
Oh, boy.
Two words you don't hear together often enough.
(laughs) Hey, Kensi, welcome back.
Thank you, but I'm not actually back.
I got bored at home, So I decided to bake these.
CALLEN: Well, thanks, Kens, welcome back.
Hey.
You gonna open 'em? Babe.
I didn't know you were coming.
Yeah.
- Hi! - Hi.
(chuckles) Yeah, it was just a spur of the moment thing.
I made I made cookies.
Anna baked a cake.
You guys trying to fatten us all up or something? (laughter) I knew we were missing someone.
Yeah, it's not the same without you around here.
Thanks.
Yeah, but don't worry, I've been keeping your seat warm.
(laughs) Well, don't get too cozy.
I'll be back soon enough.
Don't rush it.
(chuckles) What? You know, let yourself heal.
We have this covered.
We? CALLEN: Well, I think what Anna means is Me and the team.
Who wants some eggnog? I think you mean my team.
I think that eggnog sounds fantastic right about now.
Look, I'm sorry you're having trouble adjusting.
Adjusting? Well, how would you like to have me adjust your pretty little head? This doesn't feel like Christmas.
I don't think you're up for it.
Mm.
Try me.
(chuckles) (both grunting) Never surrender! (yells) (grunting) Ah SAM: Kensi.
Kensi! Hi.
I know you didn't come all this way just to stand there.
- No.
- (laughs) Come here.
Ah.
- How are you? - I'm great.
Good.
Yeah.
How you doing? Well, you know Good.
moving along.
Hi.
CALLEN: Kens! Welcome back.
(chuckles) Well, um Look at you.
I'm not really back.
I was just going a little crazy at the house, so, um I, uh, thought I'd do something a little out of character and baked these.
Ooh, what have we here? Mmm.
Smell delicious.
SAM: Mmm.
- You baked them? I did, from scratch, yeah.
Okay, well, don't get used to it.
It's not the same helping out without you here.
NELL: I knew we couldn't keep you away.
(chuckles) DEEKS: Kensi! I didn't know that you were coming.
I would've picked you up.
Hi.
You okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
Did I hear that you said that you made cookies? Yeah.
You didn't make cookies, you bought them at the store.
I-- honestly, I really made them.
Yeah-huh.
I made that eggnog.
Thank you.
SAM: Feels good having everyone back together.
It feels right.
Uh-huh.
You can just say it.
Say what? You missed me.
(laughs) Have no idea what you're talking about.
Please.
Your little plan backfired.
Come on, it's not the same out there without me, admit it.
- You're right, you're right, you're right.
- Thank you.
There was something missing.
Thank you.
Sarcasm.
(laughs) Backseat driving, needling.
The general smell of fast food.
Merry Christmas, Sam.
Merry Christmas, G.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Merry Christmas.
- Thanks.
God bless.
Hey! (groans) WOMAN: Help! (indistinct chatter) Gotcha! Wait.
Stop! We've got a runner.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
On foot? Yeah.
Stand by.
Sending backup.
Yeah.
10-4.
I'm sorry he got away, but I've alerted LAPD.
Thanks.
You her husband? Boyfriend.
Who is apparently getting one less gift this year.
Hey, you want me to call an ambulance? There's a hospital on our way home.
I'll take her there now.
Thank you for all your help.
Make a sound and you're dead.
NCIS: LA 8x11 Tidings We Bring NELL: On your mark get set go.
(groans) Damn it.
Yeah.
You barely touched it.
It is still a fail.
Let's go again.
Kens, aren't you getting tired? Maybe, you know, you should take a rest and give yourself a few moments to recover.
No.
I want to do this before the other guys get here.
I don't want them seeing this.
Go.
All right.
(clears throat) You ready? Yep.
On your mark Get set Go! (groans) You want to kick this one, too? There you go.
Feel better? (exhales) A little bit.
Not really.
(laughs) Well, if it's any consolation, you know, Eric failed this test, like, six times.
Six times? Nope.
Not a consolation at all.
Really? Six times? Although I may have gotten in his head a little bit beforehand just to freak him out.
That is not very nice, Ms.
Jones.
I know, but it's also kind of fun.
(giggles) Oh I almost forgot.
(clears throat) So, I didn't know when I was gonna see you again.
Merry Christmas.
For me? Yeah.
Ooh.
St.
Joan of Arc.
Ah.
She was the only female soldier in my brother's set, and he never wanted to play with her, (laughs) so I did.
She never gave up, never surrendered.
She was a young girl who became a great military leader, all because she believed.
Well, thank you.
I mean, are you sure you want me to have this? It seems pretty special to you.
Yeah.
I mean, she was my first hero, but I have other sources of inspiration these days.
Mm.
Like Hetty and you.
I don't know about that one.
(laughs) You do know she burned at the stake, right? Nobody's perfect.
Okay.
Thank you.
(both laugh) I'll take care of her.
Mm.
Hmm.
Galapagos holiday blend? Combination of oolong and peppermint? Oh, very close spearmint.
Hmm.
I get my spears and my peppers confused.
Something tells me this isn't about tea.
By my count, we have 30 days to find the mole.
Oh.
Well, actually, I'm the only one on the clock.
We're all in this together.
You're familiar with Don Giovanni? World's greatest lover? Pretty sure he's not the mole.
The opera, Mr.
Callen.
Mozart wrote the overture the night before the premiere.
Okay.
Well, something tells me this isn't about the opera.
Well, it's just to say that sometimes we make the most out of our time when we have the least to spare.
DEEKS: Can smell the trademark on that one.
Speaking of, is that a peppermint I detect? Mr.
Deeks, good morning.
Ms.
Kolcheck.
Anna, what are you doing here? I saw her outside window shopping, said she could come in.
But if she breaks it, she buys it.
(laughs) I'm going stir crazy at home, so, um, I thought I'd come by and give you all this.
Ooh, that is very pink.
Selyodka pod Shuboy.
Herring under a fur coat.
Yep.
And I made it myself.
Ooh, she cooks, too.
(bugle blowing) (in Cockney accent): Take nothing on its looks.
Take everything on evidence.
(chuckles) Why is he talking like that? It's from Great Expectations.
He's rehearsing for the Dickens Fair.
Ah, reliving the good old days.
Child labor, poverty, Jack the Ripper.
DEEKS: Yeah, I guess the Spanish Inquisition Fair was all sold out? Um, we could use an extra hand.
That is, if you don't have any other fish to fur.
Please.
Thought you'd never ask.
Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Morgan, reported missing this morning when she failed to show up to her assignment.
She is a Navy Cryptologic Warfare Officer working a joint task force with the NSA from a temporary cyber location downtown.
Don't cryptologists look for Bigfoot? Wait a minute.
Are we building Sasquatch super soldiers? CWOs identify cyber threats across global networks.
So I'm gonna take that as a no.
Correct.
Jennifer's also the lead developer of a cloud-based threat detection and analysis software prototype.
SAM: If the wrong people get ahold of that prototype, opens up our own intelligence to foreign attack.
And help enemies evade detection.
Where was she last seen? She used her credit card two days ago at a store in Venice, and her car was still in a parking lot this morning.
Okay, well, Deeks, you're with me.
We go to Jennifer's house.
G, you and Anna take Venice.
Yeah, I'm not going to Venice, you know, with all the tourists.
I'll take the house with, uh I'll take Deeks.
Okay, here's the deal, I-I'll go to the store, 'cause I-I love Venice, you know what I mean? Those are my people.
And also, Anna's basically like a Russian tourist.
Fine, fine.
I'll take the store.
Deeks, you're with me.
You know what? It's not a big deal.
I'll take the store in Venice, I'll take Deeks, okay? (laughs) What is happening? Okay, Sam and I will take the store.
Is that fine? Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Have you been helped? Uh, not yet I haven't.
I'm-- Let me guess.
Terrified of patterns.
(both chuckle) Well, let's just say I prefer simple and refined.
And let's just say I'm bored and wanting to put you in plaid.
Here, try this one.
It's all the rage right now.
It breathes, it pops, it even Looks like Frosty had a run-in with a snow blower.
Okay, I can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.
Yeah, but maybe you can make an exception, hmm? You worked here Saturday? Yes.
This woman, she was in here around 5:00 p.
m.
? Yeah, three rompers, two bandos, and a high-waisted jegging.
Is that who she was with? That's what she bought.
And a pair of men's socks.
Said they were a gift.
She was open to suggestions.
Was she alone? Yes.
Did she seem nervous, on edge at all? No, she seemed happy to me.
I mean, I kind of have that effect on people.
I can tell.
Thank you for your help.
Hey, where do you stand on dad hats? Wouldn't fit.
All right, thank you.
SANTA: Thank you.
(bell ringing) (phone buzzes) Merry Christmas.
WOMAN: Thank you.
Everything okay? Yeah.
No.
I'm in an auction for tickets to Hamilton, and someone outbid me.
I did not peg you as the musical theater type.
It's, uh, for my wife, and it's the only thing she wants for Christmas.
It's been sold out for months.
You could ask Santa.
(bell ringing) I haven't been that good.
You get anything from the security guard? Um, Jennifer was involved in a grab-and-go on Saturday.
The guy knocked her over, made off with her shopping bag.
Guard said she was banged up pretty bad.
Her name wasn't on any police reports.
Her boyfriend took her to the hospital before the LAPD arrived.
The girl in the store said Jennifer was alone.
Could have split up to shop for each other.
Guard's pulling up security footage.
Maybe that'll tell us.
ERIC (over radio): Guys.
Yeah? I checked with all the hospitals and urgent care offices within a 30-mile radius.
And? There is no record of Jennifer being checked in anywhere.
Could have changed her mind.
Any luck getting an ID on her boyfriend? No, not yet.
And Jennifer's online presence is practically nonexistent.
Her house, bills, bank accounts, they're all in her name.
Someone could have intercepted them on the way to the hospital.
If that's true, she's the one they need.
There's a good chance her boyfriend is already dead.
Yeah, but the problem is, once they access Jennifer's technology, she will be, too.
No.
No, no, no.
Look at that.
The-the angles are shoddy, the lines are drooping.
CALLEN: Looks fine to me.
Uh, no offense, this is kind of my area of expertise.
Oh, yeah? You and Kens gonna light up the neighborhood Griswold-style? I wanted to, but she wasn't really down this year.
Yeah, she's been through a lot.
You'll always have next year.
I was really looking forward to decking the crap out of those halls.
I never really got it.
I mean, all that work for so little time.
Buddy, it's about the tradition.
Why not just do something different every year? Make that your tradition.
No, not the same thing.
You know what, when I was growing up, no matter how crazy things got around the house, my mom made sure that the holidays were the one constant thing in our life.
I can see it now, Little Deeks out on the farm with a hot chocolate, looking for the perfect tree.
Yeah, kind of, except for the farm was the back of an am/pm, and instead of hot chocolate, my mom was cranking menthols.
Right out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Hey, door's open.
NCIS! Clear.
I'm guessing this is her boyfriend.
I'll send it to Eric, see if he can find out who he is.
Yep.
Cold.
This happened today.
Jennifer disappeared two days ago.
Which means they've already had their best chance at accessing her technology.
So why still ransack the house? ERIC (English accent): Dearest Mother.
Stop.
Winter has come.
Stop.
I fear little Billy has fallen ill Stop.
What are you doing? (normal voice): Hmm? Oh.
I'm just, uh, throwing out a few options for Ye Olde Telegraph Stand.
It's our first stop at the fair.
Hmm, about that.
I have good news and I have bad news.
Uh, uh, uh, good news first.
Uh, uh, bad news first.
Uh, do you have any moderate news you can start with? Okay.
Um I got into the Women in Technology mentorship program.
Nell, that's great! We can celebrate over figgy pudding.
That's actually my bad news.
See, the first meeting is the same weekend as the Dickens Fair.
Criminy.
I don't have to go.
What? No.
Nell, you have to.
This is a big deal.
I know.
But figgy pudding and I'll be fine alone.
Hey, Dickens was a huge champion of orphans.
(chuckles) Okay.
(beeping) Oh.
Hey.
Facial rec ID'd the guy in the photo with Jennifer.
His name is Gregory Jenkins.
He's a journalist with that online newspaper, Glimpse L.
A.
NELL: Ooh.
Looks like Jenkins' phone has been offline for four days.
That's two days before Jennifer disappeared.
Yeah.
Okay, I'll let Sam and Anna know the location of his office.
Maybe someone from his work can help.
We're here to find Nicole Ross.
Oh, yeah, over there.
(sighs) Nicole Ross.
Look, if you don't want people to know about your Vegas orgies, don't have Vegas orgies.
Wrong agency.
We're NCIS.
Sorry about that, Captain.
Tennille.
(chuckles) We're here about Gregory Jenkins.
Haven't seen him in days.
Yeah? Is it normal for you to lose track of your employees? I'm an editor, not a parole officer.
We think Jenkins may be in danger.
He'd be fired if he wasn't.
You guys have any idea what we report on around here? Mm-hmm.
Celebrity breakups? ANNA: Puppy slideshows? Welcome to 2016.
For every article on government corruption, we've got to write ten pieces analyzing a Kardashian's side-eye just to stay in business.
What was Jenkins working on? Look, lady, I don't have to talk to you.
Protected by the First Amendment.
- Hmm.
- Also, I've got a lot of work to do.
So do we.
Looks like Jenkins was spending a lot of time in Central America.
He wrote a five-part piece on the drug trade.
Even flew from San Jose to Miami with the head of the Costa Rican cartel.
That one's short-listed for a Murrow Award.
That's impressive.
Did you know, um, 90% of the cocaine in the U.
S.
comes through Central America and Mexico? What's your point? Well, if Jenkins helped transport drugs across international borders, the FBI will be very interested.
Yeah.
They'll want to seize your files, your computers.
Really? That's the best you got? I'm in a hurry.
But it'll take at least a year before it makes it to the judge.
Don't worry.
I'm sure you can Snapchat exposés from your phone.
That is, unless you want to tell us what Jenkins was working on.
(sighs) He found out some banks are laundering money for their clients.
White-collar stuff.
Unless it turns out to be some pop star's doling out money to a Taiwanese hooker, no one's gonna care.
We care.
We need to find Jenkins.
He's not at home.
Anywhere else he could be? I don't know.
He disappears when he writes.
Ask his girlfriend.
We would, if she wasn't missing, too.
Hey, how goes the training? (chuckles) Um How did you know I was here? Oh, I have a sixth sense.
- Its name is Hetty.
- Mm.
Ah, should've known.
(clears throat) Uh, well, I'm glad she told me because I have something for you.
A scarf? (bag drops) Mm, not just any scarf.
This one is embedded with Kevlar filaments around the edges so you can use it as a garrote if necessary.
(chuckles) Oh, my gosh, that is awesome.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, how thoughtful.
Yeah.
Never pegged you for a sewer, though.
Oh, I'm not.
Uh, Hetty helped me.
Mm.
It was like 75% me, 25% percent her.
Hmm, not bad.
Okay, m-maybe it was more like fifty-fifty.
(sighs) Fine, the Kevlar was her idea.
I wanted to go bigger.
You know, bolder, like nail file, corkscrew, toothpick, tweezer, just full-on Swiss Army scarf.
But then she was all like, (as Hetty): âMr.
Beale, I think we should scale it back a little bit.
â And then I was like, âBut a corkscrew, it's soâ Eric.
This is awesome.
Thank you.
Well, Merry Christmas, Kensi.
It's really great to have you back again.
Merry Christmas.
(phone beeps) Oh.
Ah, I got to get back to Ops.
(clears throat) But, um can I walk you out? - Yes, you can.
- Okay.
No, I got it.
Thank you.
(softly): Yeah.
It's great.
DEEKS: I'm saying start small.
Hetty-steps, you know, just get a tiny tree.
Why don't you just burn my house down and save me the hassle? Nell, can you please tell Callen to let joy into his life? Actually, Christmas trees start over 200 house fires every year.
Mm-hmm.
Who hurt you? (chuckles) So, after sorting through the surveillance footage, we found this from a store across the street.
CALLEN: That's not Gregory Jenkins.
Nope.
Name is Javier Nuñez.
And he's a Panamanian national.
Her works for a defense contracting firm headquartered in Panama City.
Sounds like the type of firm that may be in the market for threat detection software.
How long's he been in Los Angeles? Four days.
Same amount of time Jenkins has been off the grid.
And Jenkins' editor said he was traveling through Central America embedded with drug cartels.
Guys, Jenkins' cell phone's back online.
DEEKS: Okay, Where is he? ERIC: Uh, he just got on a bus in Mar Vista.
Express line to Studio City, and he's alone.
He's not with Jennifer.
He didn't report her missing.
It could mean he's working with Nuñez.
CALLEN: Well, if he is, he may be our last chance of finding Jennifer alive.
NELL: Okay, the bus is ten minutes out.
Callen and Deeks are still waiting at the bus stop.
And I just tracked a FlatXChange account in Jenkins' name to a rental loft in Mar Vista.
Sam and Anna are on their way.
Mm-hmm.
Is there is there something else, or Joan of Arc? (sighs) I just saw Kensi.
I didn't know St.
Joan was your hero.
Well, I guess we never had the hero talk.
So, who's yours? Uh, Neil deGrasse Tyson.
(chuckles) Uh, Charles Babbage.
Hmm.
Sometimes Billy Joel.
Ooh, nice.
Guess there's still a lot we don't know about each other.
Okay, Eric, what's going on here? I didn't even know you were applying to the mentorship program.
That's because I didn't tell anyone.
Eric, people who are married for 50 years are still learning new things about each other.
I think we're gonna be okay, my little sugar plum.
(chuckles, types) CALLEN: Jenkins' bus just got off the freeway, it should be here any minute.
You know, I think you might be on to something there.
About Jenkins? No, not Jenkins, about Kensi and me.
About, you know, that maybe our thing, maybe our tradition should be we do new things.
Well, you don't have kids.
No responsibilities.
No reason not to go to Fiji in December.
Oh, the waves are firing this time of year.
It's also, uh, summertime in Argentina right now.
Oh, my God, Kensi doing the salsa? Do you see that? What? I just saved Christmas.
(laughs) I did.
Fair enough, Rick Steves.
What about you? You got nothing tying you down.
Oh, I hate airport lines.
But you have a car.
I grew up in and out of other people's houses.
I appreciate the chance to stay put in my own.
Yeah, but your place doesn't have a tiki bar.
In fact, your place doesn't even have chairs.
That is not true.
I have a dining room set.
All right, I'll be sure to alert Architectural Digest.
(chuckles) (Anna sighs, phone buzzes) Not gonna look at that? All that is is the sound of the bid for my Hamilton tickets going higher and higher.
You know, there are other shows.
Have you seen Starlight Express? (chuckles) Okay.
Anything I can do to help? All we can do is wait.
Lucky for you, I'm getting really good at it.
Nothing from the ATF? They're in the middle of my background investigation.
Let's just say they hit a bit of a a speed bump.
Let me guess.
The speed bump has a thick Russian accent and is offended by polyester blends.
Arkady found a way to insult the investigator within five minutes of meeting him.
Gotta give it to him, the guy's a natural.
Yeah, well, if he's trying to fix our relationship, he's doing a terrible job.
Have you told him that? We're not exactly speaking right now.
Oh? This is my last Christmas with my daughter at home.
Empty nest? That will be an adjustment.
I want to make it as special as I can.
For Michelle, but especially for Kam.
I'm sure you're doing great.
Yeah, well, hopefully, if I'm not, she'd tell me.
We should check out Jenkins' loft.
We'd need a warrant.
I'm not an agent yet.
I don't need one.
You do.
I don't like my partners wandering off alone.
Well, I'm nobody's partner yet, either, and I'm just going to look around, see if any neighbors want to talk.
All right, hurry up.
If I sense any danger, you're out of there.
All right, Spidey.
Easy on my door.
Gregory Jenkins? Who are you? How'd you how'd you know I was here? NCIS.
Did you guys find Jennifer? Can can I talk to her? We're gonna need you to come with us.
No.
No, I'm not coming with you.
I have to go home in case they call again.
Hold on a second.
In case who calls again? I don't know.
All they said was if I give myself up, they'll let her go.
Look, I'm not supposed to talk to anyone.
They will kill her if I say anything.
This isn't about Jennifer.
They're using her to get to him.
Yeah.
(Anna cries out) Uh-uh! (hisses) Hmm.
Don't mind my partner.
L.
A.
's made him soft.
He hits like a girl! You give him too much credit.
Oh, come on, Manny, not in front of La Femme Nikita.
(mockingly): La Femme Nikita.
What, you speak French now, too? Guys, this is just a big misunderstanding.
I'm here looking for my friend.
Well, you're too late.
(inhales): Oh, good.
Good, we're sharing information.
You forgot to introduce yourself.
Oh.
Raul.
Oh.
(knock on door) Get the gun.
Get the gun.
You think you can handle her this time? Hmm? (grunting) My partner hits like a girl, too.
Sit down.
Look, we did not know that you guys were federal agents.
Calláte! For once in your life.
You gonna make me? You two finished? You done? Let's let them keep going.
It's kind of cute.
Where's Jennifer? Hmm, silent treatment.
It's lucky for you two we're both really good at waiting.
Well, we're not saying anything until you contact our consulate.
We'll get right on that.
Shall we start with the consul general? Yeah.
Okay.
He's in St.
Bart for the holiday.
Yeah.
Could try your contact in the state department.
Vermont, through the first.
Tough time of year for asylum.
If we tell you where she is, we get to go home? That's the deal.
They're bluffing.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
What? Don't worry about it.
We'll put you in general population till January, and you can think about it.
No problem.
(arguing indistinctly) Hope you like dark roast.
Sadly, that coffee hasn't seen the light of day in five to ten years.
The voice mail that was left on your phone was untraceable.
We've started to monitor it now in case they call back.
Nuñez and his men were after something that you have.
It's what they were looking for at Jennifer's house.
Your editor said you were working on a story on white-collar crime.
What, did you follow the wrong lead? (sighs) Two months ago, I was contacted by a source inside the Panamanian government.
Said he had some files for me.
What kind of files? Contracts, bank records, e-mails you name it.
These records contain the names of people all around the globe who are anonymously hiding millions of dollars in fake corporations throughout Panama.
Shell corporations, perfect for money laundering, tax evasion, and funding terrorist activities.
You were gonna publish the names of the real owners of these companies, revealing their true identity? You ever hear of the Mossack Fonseca papers? This is like that, only bigger.
The information I have would pull back the curtain on ever person routing money throughout Panama to hide their corruption.
These companies are a major source of revenue for Panama.
If their confidentiality is called into question, every bank and law firm will take a huge financial hit.
Which is why they hired these guys to get you before you published your article.
That's why they're holding Jennifer as a bargaining chip until they do.
Excuse us.
Laurel and Hardy aren't talking.
DEEKS: If they don't get Jenkins' files and stop him from writing that article, Jennifer's as good as dead.
Millions of dollars in dirty money tied to some of the world's most powerful people.
This is bigger than we thought.
It is, Ms.
Kolcheck, but Jennifer is still our primary concern for now.
What are you thinking, Hetty? Flick the lights, gentlemen.
It's time to bring in the audience.
Where's the pretty one? Right here.
(door shuts) SAM: We know what you're after.
We got the files to prove it.
Hey, hey, you're not gonna do anything until you have the girl.
Uh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Right now, the files you want are on their way to the FBI and the SEC.
And the Secret Service, Postal Inspector.
Pretty much all of the D.
C.
metro area.
As soon as they get 'em, it's open season on everyone listed in those documents.
A legion of suits, all hungry to make their agency the one to take down your country.
I don't care who you work for.
No bank, no law firm, no government agency is gonna risk their reputation any further by helping you.
CALLEN: You'll be men without a country, lost forever in our legal system.
That is, unless you want to tell us where you're holding the girl.
Then we might be able to help you.
Show me the front door of the consulate, I'll tell you where the girl is.
Could you catch me up to speed, Mr.
Beale? Nell and I had plans to go to the Dickens Fair together, and she canceled.
And it's fine, I get it.
Like, she has a really good reason, but I don't know, I just feel like we're drifting apart.
Uh, with the case, Mr.
Beale.
Right, the case.
Um, I located Jenkins' source.
He was found dead two weeks ago in Panama City.
Uh, and the files? Well, Jenkins gave us access to his servers, and I just finished uploading everything into the system.
I press one button, and they all go wide.
Let 'em fly, Mr.
Beale.
Hetty, a lot of big names are listed in these files.
Once this goes out, a lot of powerful people are going down.
And they say Christmas comes but once a year.
(beep) (deep inhale, exhale) If they do give up Jennifer's location, we're not gonna have a lot of time.
Once they step foot in the consulate, game's over.
Yeah, but they make one phone call, Jennifer disappears.
Along with any trace of their involvement.
I always pictured the embassy to be prettier.
Or more gold.
It's not the embassy, idiot.
It's not even the consulate.
Relax.
Their office is a stone's throw away.
Eh, more like a cannon's blow.
Look, good-byes are always hard.
Yeah, I always find the Band-Aid approach to work the best.
There's just a few words separating you from your freedom.
So what's it gonna be? (grunting and slamming) Eric, hang on.
(engine revs) (tires screeching) (both scream) I like the way you think, Jones.
That's actually not at all what I was thinking.
Uh, hi, Eric, did you hit your head? Or am I actually seeing this right now? Stand back.
(muffled shouting) No, no, no, no! Hey! Hey! No! (yells in Spanish) (yelling in Spanish) Hey, no! A mi me gustan bien hechos.
No, no, no, no, no! Hey, hey, o-okay! Okay, just-just keep El Nerdo Loco away from us! Okay! Hey.
Manny, I don't want to die.
Mount Washington.
Warehouse.
On Figueroa! Yeah, Figueroa! Okay.
Well, nice work, Bealito.
Ah, couldn't have done it alone.
Um, quick question, um what were you gonna do if they hadn't given us the location? Run.
Oh.
Got Nuñez and another gunman.
No sign of Jennifer.
Set.
All right, Deeks, you and Anna go around the back, we'll take the front.
On it.
Moving.
(power tools whirring) Psst.
(grunts) SAM: G! (gunfire) (grunts) Drop it.
Nice and easy, put it down.
(both grunt) No, no, no, no.
Put the wrench down.
Put it down.
(grunts) Wow.
That was very, uh Home Alone of you.
Watched it three times last week.
Uh-huh.
Just for the record, I had him.
Of course you did.
(muffled yelling) It's okay, it's okay.
You're safe now.
You're safe.
Jennifer.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Really, I'm okay.
I'm so sorry, I wanted to save you.
I wanted to give myself up I know, I know.
The agents told me everything.
I'm safe now.
So what's gonna happen to Nuñez and his men? They're not going anywhere.
The people that hired them? That's a bit more complicated.
CALLEN: We've got every agency working on this.
It's just a matter of time before the people behind this go down.
Until then, you've got a hell of a story to tell.
Almost forgot.
Yeah.
We've got an in at the LAPD.
Skateboarder didn't get far.
Merry Christmas.
Thank you.
(computer beeps) What's this? Oh, a gift.
Nell, you didn't have to get me anything.
I know, but that's kind of the thing with gifts.
(sighs) (chuckles) So Sir.
Do you know what happens when you hang two pendulum clocks on the same wall? They end up swinging together.
Mm-hmm.
(soft chuckle) There's gonna be things we don't know about each other.
And that's okay.
Because, when they put us together We swing together.
Mm-hmm.
Not in the creepy âsleeping with your neighbor's wifeâ way.
Like in the âwe end up in syncâ way.
I knew what you meant.
Good.
(both chuckle) Thanks, Nell.
You're welcome, Eric.
(in bad Cockney accent): So shall we get some eggnog? (normal voice): I feel like I'm so bad at that.
(Cockney accent): No, you're great.
You just need a little lesson.
(Cockney accent): Not as good as you.
No, we can work on it together.
All right.
What do you think? On the way to the party? Yes, please.
Let's go.
Mr.
Beale.
Okay, Ms.
Jones.
I feel like my name should be Eliza.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Gonna try and convince Kens one more time? No, no, no.
These are for you.
CALLEN: You shouldn't have.
Kensi and I have a lot of years ahead of us to figure it out, but you have a lot of years to make up for, so clean angles, smooth lines.
Thank you, Deeks.
Hey.
Merry Christmas, Callen.
Merry Christmas.
Uh-huh.
Let me guess, you won the auction.
No, I actually lost by a lot.
Then why are you so happy? I can't believe I'm saying this, but Arkady got me two tickets to Hamilton, the musical.
ANNA: I took your advice.
I called him.
He's a pain in the ass, but I guess he's my pain in the ass.
Wow.
I knew Arkady had connections.
I just didn't realize they were so theatrical.
Yeah, well, he auditioned for Cats 20 years ago.
They've been bribing him not to come back ever since.
All right, well, thank you, Anna.
Cheers.
(indistinct chatter) So, is this more exciting than, uh sitting at home cooking? Mm.
Experiencing the weather in L.
A.
is even better than watching it on my phone.
Do you have holiday plans? Does a Judge Judy marathon count? (laughs) Well, look, I'm, uh I'm thinking about maybe cooking a meal next week.
If you're not busy Are you asking me to Christmas dinner? This is the first year my father's gonna be in town, so I figured I should do something.
Mm.
I'll make Kholodets.
Please don't.
(both laugh) Not necessary.
You have not lived until you've tried meat Jello.
Oh, boy.
Two words you don't hear together often enough.
(laughs) Hey, Kensi, welcome back.
Thank you, but I'm not actually back.
I got bored at home, So I decided to bake these.
CALLEN: Well, thanks, Kens, welcome back.
Hey.
You gonna open 'em? Babe.
I didn't know you were coming.
Yeah.
- Hi! - Hi.
(chuckles) Yeah, it was just a spur of the moment thing.
I made I made cookies.
Anna baked a cake.
You guys trying to fatten us all up or something? (laughter) I knew we were missing someone.
Yeah, it's not the same without you around here.
Thanks.
Yeah, but don't worry, I've been keeping your seat warm.
(laughs) Well, don't get too cozy.
I'll be back soon enough.
Don't rush it.
(chuckles) What? You know, let yourself heal.
We have this covered.
We? CALLEN: Well, I think what Anna means is Me and the team.
Who wants some eggnog? I think you mean my team.
I think that eggnog sounds fantastic right about now.
Look, I'm sorry you're having trouble adjusting.
Adjusting? Well, how would you like to have me adjust your pretty little head? This doesn't feel like Christmas.
I don't think you're up for it.
Mm.
Try me.
(chuckles) (both grunting) Never surrender! (yells) (grunting) Ah SAM: Kensi.
Kensi! Hi.
I know you didn't come all this way just to stand there.
- No.
- (laughs) Come here.
Ah.
- How are you? - I'm great.
Good.
Yeah.
How you doing? Well, you know Good.
moving along.
Hi.
CALLEN: Kens! Welcome back.
(chuckles) Well, um Look at you.
I'm not really back.
I was just going a little crazy at the house, so, um I, uh, thought I'd do something a little out of character and baked these.
Ooh, what have we here? Mmm.
Smell delicious.
SAM: Mmm.
- You baked them? I did, from scratch, yeah.
Okay, well, don't get used to it.
It's not the same helping out without you here.
NELL: I knew we couldn't keep you away.
(chuckles) DEEKS: Kensi! I didn't know that you were coming.
I would've picked you up.
Hi.
You okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
Did I hear that you said that you made cookies? Yeah.
You didn't make cookies, you bought them at the store.
I-- honestly, I really made them.
Yeah-huh.
I made that eggnog.
Thank you.
SAM: Feels good having everyone back together.
It feels right.
Uh-huh.
You can just say it.
Say what? You missed me.
(laughs) Have no idea what you're talking about.
Please.
Your little plan backfired.
Come on, it's not the same out there without me, admit it.
- You're right, you're right, you're right.
- Thank you.
There was something missing.
Thank you.
Sarcasm.
(laughs) Backseat driving, needling.
The general smell of fast food.
Merry Christmas, Sam.
Merry Christmas, G.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Merry Christmas.