"Well, of course it's important." "I wouldn't call you if it wasn't." "Just tell me what it is." "No, I cannot tell you." "I need to talk to her myself." "Well, I tried seeing her in the office today." "You did?" "Yes, in the afternoon, but the office was just too crazy." "I don't know what to tell you." "Look, look, I have an idea, all right?" "Why don't you pass her your phone, all right?" "She's right next to you." "Tell her it's me, Clay." "Okay." "Let me get her." "Just try, man." "Tom, I really need to talk to Monica." "It's important." "All right." "One pepperoni slice and one mushroom slice, please." "All out of pepperoni." "What?" "What are you talking about?" "Oh, no, I'm in a pizza place." "Um, isn't that pepperoni right there?" "Oh, I'm saving that for my dinner later." "Okay, then." "Um, two mushroom slices, please." "Oh." "We're all out of that, too." "You know what?" "Forget it, then." "I'm kidding, man." "Hey, I'm kidding!" "Dude." "Well, don't go posting nothing on Yelp." "My boss reads that stuff." "Did I tell you I hate this neighborhood?" "Tell me about it." "It's like a freaking war zone." "No kidding." "Uh, you still there?" "Yeah, I'm still here." "I'm just a little paranoid." "Hey, Clay." "It's Monica." "What's the problem?" "♪ NCIS:" "LA 4x04 ♪ Dead Body Politic Original air date on October 23, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪" "Oh, bugger." "Everything okay, Hetty?" "Yes, yes, Ms. Jones." "I'm fine." "I just can't seem to get my heart rate up anymore." "Up?" "You're trying to get your heart rate up?" "I've been on this bike for an hour, and my heart rate is still a 32." "You're kidding. 32?" "Michael Phelps' resting heart rate is 32." "So is Serena's." "You know, if you just, uh, increase the resistance..." "Yeah." "What are you listening to?" "Reagan's "Evil Empire" speech." "You work out to Ronald Reagan?" "I find political discourse exhilarating, Mr. Hanna." "Of course, if you really want something invigorating, I recommend" "Thomas Jefferson's first inaugural address." "Hetty, you're a total political junkie." "Junkie... is such a..." "an unflattering term," "Ms. Jones." "Well, are you planning to watch tonight's presidential debate?" "If I happen to be in front of a television." "Okay, well, time to go." "Duty calls." "Tell Serena I love her." "What the heck?" "I was just bonding with Hetty." "No, you weren't." "Yes, I was." "You just sabotaged me." "I just saved you." "You do not discuss politics with Hetty." "That's ridiculous." "Best advice Eric ever gave you." "Oh, come on." "So you guys never bring up..." "Nope." "No." "You never discuss an article that you've read?" "Never." "Okay, you never talk about a congressman's sex scandal and..." "Nell, the last person who got into a political debate with Hetty ended up retired on disability." "I hear he's back on solids." "Granger." "Thought he was back in DC." "Not anymore." "He's in Ops." "A voice mail?" "Really?" "Yeah." "Could've sent ravens." "I could use ravens." "Come dressed as Jon Snow." "Then I'm Khaleesi with the dragons." "What are they talking about?" "Something about birds and dragons." "Could be code for something totally different, knowing those two." "Yo, easy, Wonder Twins." "You're scaring the old folks." "No..." "Who you calling old?" "What?" "I'd choose your next words wisely." "I don't... obviously, I don't mean old." "I mean older, and I don't mean that from a physical standpoint, because, obviously, you're..." "I mean that from a metaphysical standpoint because you have a much more mature spirit than..." "Ah." "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" "Yeah-- push-ups." "Mm-hmm." "What do you mean, "push-ups"?" "No." "No." "What's-what's..." "why push-ups?" "Oh, God, really?" "Push-ups?" "Yeah." "And when I say push-ups, I mean big-boy push-ups." "No knees." "Okay, the only person who does push-ups on their knees is Gran... ger." "Assistant Director Granger, good morning, sir." "Morning." "A traffic camera caught this accident in Hollywood last night." "Who was he?" "Clay Everhurst." "Paramedics who responded said he died on impact." "Was he military or former military?" "He worked for Monica Tenez." "She's running for U.S. Senate." "Ah." "Former social worker." "She supports the Occupy movement, she's a children's rights activist and runs an organization that feeds the homeless." "So, for those sick of politicians," "Tenez is the real deal." "Okay, thank you for the Profile in Courage, but why is a hit-and-run a case for NCIS?" "Eric, play the video again, this time ten seconds earlier." "That was not an accident." "We need to find out if Clay's murder is related to Tenez's campaign." "If it's not, it will be handed over to the LAPD." "If it is, it's an issue of national security." "What do we know about the SUV?" "It was reported stolen an hour before he was run down." "Facial Rec's a bust." "Driver's face is obscured." "Victim lived alone in a house on Arden." "Kens, why don't you take Deeks and check out" "Clay's house." "Sam and I will pay Tenez a visit." "Done." "Hi." "How are you?" "Remember to vote." "Remember to vote." "You know, that's okay." "I can definitely walk to the curb from here." " Thanks." " Hi." "Hello." " Hi." " Hi." "Hi." "I just, uh, couldn't help but notice that you two look very, uh..." "Young." "I was going to say informed because of all the pamphlets." "I wanted to know if maybe you wanted to educate me on the issues later or if...?" "Oh." "Educate you on the issues?" "Those are two women who are very passionate about the democratic process." "Besides, did you see how they strategically placed those eagle pins?" "Okay, that..." "Just landing..." "God, that's beautiful." "That is our nation's symbol that you just landed on their shirt." "I know." "What a country." "All right, you're up." "You know what?" "Be my guest." "What are you talking about?" "You pick locks." "That's, like, your thing." "See, I am all for the pursuit of happiness, but there is no way that I am bending over in front of you today." "Take it." "Not too shabby." "So, we got photos with Clay's family, him and his buddies, and there it is-- the money shot with Candidate Tenez." "He should have had her sign it." "I mean, what if she becomes president one day?" "How happy does he look in that photo?" "Surprisingly so." "Why?" "Because Clay was looking to jump ship." "He was updating his résumé." "And writing cover letters, which no one does for fun." "Would Clay leave the campaign because Tenez was slipping in the polls?" "Maybe his planning to quit had something to do with his murder." "Or maybe he knew something about her that he couldn't stomach." "Something that ended up getting him killed." "You can sit over here while you wait." "We're good." "Thanks." "Ms. Tenez may be a while." "We don't mind standing." "I think everyone would be a lot less nervous if you sat down." "Okay." "Thank you." "I don't need to sit." "Old people need to sit." "Not worried about these push-ups, are you?" "Who does Deeks think he is, calling us old?" "We're not old; we're wise." "We're sophisticated." "We are..." "Wearing mics." "Right." "Okay, Eric." "Button cam, my 10:00, guy in the red tie." "That's Jack Caldwell." "He's Tenez's campaign manager." "He's won 90% of the campaigns he's managed and is universally disliked by his opponents." "Who's the woman?" "Rebecca Collins." "She heads up Tenez's fund-raising campaign." "Must be security detail for Tenez." "Who's the guy in the blue suit?" "Uh, which one?" "The, uh, good-looking one." "Oh." "Him." "Andrew Ryan." "Head of security." "Gentlemen." "Sorry to keep you waiting." "We are reeling over what happened to Clay." "Is it true what the LAPD told us?" "That he was murdered?" "We believe so." "Can you think of anyone who may have wanted to hurt him?" "No." "Everybody loved Clay." "He was always pitching in, always staying late, never wanting to take any credit for it." "The morning I opened this office, he was sitting on the doorstep." "I gave him the job." "What did he actually do here?" "Clay mailed receipts to our donors." "You know what everyone here does?" "Oh, yeah, and I know their names." "Every person out there is either a volunteer or getting paid practically nothing, so it's the least I can do." "When was the last time you saw Clay?" "Here, uh, yesterday." "He wanted to talk to me, but I was very busy." "And then he called last night, and when they handed me the phone, he wasn't there." "What time was that?" "Around... 9:30 or so." "Oh, my God." "Do you have any enemies, Ms. Tenez?" "Have you read my platform?" "I'm trying to change the conversation in the country." "There are a lot of people who wish I would just go away." "This must be tough on your staff." "Well, it doesn't help that I'm getting my ass kicked in the polls." "But it was kids like Clay that keep me going." "I could never forgive myself if my campaign was responsible for his death." "Not your typical politician." "That's a good reason to vote for her." "Um, excuse me." "I'm Lisa." "Clay and I worked together." "He came to me yesterday, pretty scared about something he found in the mail." "I didn't want to show it to you in front of everyone." "He asked me to hold on to it, but I told him to give it to Monica." "If I'm not mistaken, there's a political theme to these five photographs, Ms. Jones." "Yes, they are all running for U.S. Senate." "Right." "Thanks." "Political junkie." "FBI just kicked it up a gear." "They're alerting each of the candidates, but our prime focus is still Tenez." "Any luck finding the envelope the photographs were sent in?" "No one can find it, but they're still looking." "Well, let's start by figuring out what these five candidates have in common." "Okay?" "If these are your targets, why kill a staffer?" "And why make it look like an accident?" "That's hardly a bold political statement." "Well, maybe Clay knew something about all this and somebody wanted to shut him up." "Perhaps the hit list wasn't the only thing he found in the mail." "I left DC to escape politics." "Owen... you can't escape politics." "You either play or get played." "Speaking of, we should talk to Tenez's opponent." "Senator Osborne." "Among dirty politicians, he is the lowest of the low." "I thought you didn't take sides, Henrietta." "I don't." "But I can still call a spade a spade." "Clay found this in the mail yesterday?" "We think this is why he wanted to meet with you." "Why didn't he just bring it to us?" "That's a good question." "Are you suggesting he didn't trust us?" "We're suggesting you ramp up security." "Not necessary." "Just until we get a handle on this." "Any new information, you let us know." "Until then, it's not necessary." "You're being territorial." "That makes you a liability in the field." "Thanks for advising us of the threat." "We'll take it from here." "Okay, you guys need anything else?" "Ticktock." "Yes." "Access to your campaign's servers." "Give us a week to filter our e-mails." "Can you do it sooner than that?" "Big guy's funny." "All right, Monica, we got to get you outside in front of those cameras to change the headline, stat." "All right?" "We can't afford to have you look vulnerable before the election." "Okay." "Thank you." "For everything." "Right back to work." "You'd think people on his staff get murdered every day." "So great to see you." "Yeah, appreciate it." "All right, take care." "Senator Osborne!" "In the flesh!" "Always a pleasure to meet a constituent." "Hi." "Oh, you want a photo?" "Come on over." "Yep." "I'm actually..." "All right, Diane, would you do me a favor?" "Absolutely." "All right, here you go." "All right, smile." "Look up." "Don't be shy." "Ugh." "There you go." "Hey." "Anybody ever tell you you've got Ike's jawline?" "You'd make a heck of a candidate." "Yeah, no, I'm not much into shaking hands." "Lot of passing back and forth of germs." "Well, doesn't matter with that head of hair." "You're like a wild stallion." "Well, who's this little filly?" "Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS." "Ooh, feisty one, huh?" "Bet she's a lot of fun when the lights go down." "Your reputation precedes you, Senator." "I'm a national treasure, honey." "I feel like that every time the voters of California reelect me." "All right, let me guess why you're here." "Uh, this is about my opponent, yes?" "Such a shame what happened to that boy who worked on her staff." "And now there's this-this hit list." "What hit list?" "Oh, that was almost convincing." "How do you know about the hit list if it hasn't been released to the public?" "Very hard to keep secrets in this game." "And, of course, you had nothing to do with it?" "Why would I need to?" "I am beating Monica Tenez in double digits in every demographic in this state." "And you want to know why?" "Enlighten us." "She's too nice." "Same reason people like her so much is the thing that's gonna just ruin her in politics." "Okay, so who is behind the hit list?" "I don't know." "Uh, maybe the guy who was sleeping with her, perhaps." "Oh, just a theory." "That was cynical, even for a politician." "Son, I have been through so many elections that I have seen it all." "There's nothing that surprises me anymore." "All right." "Let's go and leave the senator to his baby-kissing." "Well, let's not get emotional about it." "Doesn't really matter anyway." "Wait, why doesn't it matter anyway?" "A little birdie told me that Tenez is planning to drop out of the race." "Save face because she's losing so big, I imagine." "I don't really blame her." "I mean, you know what they say:" "Politics ain't for the faint of heart." "Yeah, okay." "All right, troops, let's go!" "What a pig." "I don't know." "Called me a stallion." "Is that what you're telling yourself?" "'Cause what I heard was that you have a horse face." "No." "Ike was good-looking, right?" "Like, in his youth, in a Supreme Commander, five-star general kind of way?" "I mean, that was a compliment, right?" "If it was meant to be a compliment, he would've said you look like JFK." "What a pig." "Osborne versus Tenez truly has become something of a nationwide focal point." "A lot of resources being poured into the state by both sides, as each tries to..." "What did we miss?" "Tenez is about to start." "Pull up a chair." "Never a dull moment in an election." "My campaign suffered a terrible loss last night." "One of my bright young staffers was killed in a hit-and-run accident." "But it wasn't an accident." "I've been told by the authorities that he was murdered and that I am also a target." "Yes, I am saddened and I am concerned for my staff's safety, but I will not be intimidated." "And we will not give up the fight." "So, whoever you are, if you have a problem with me, you can find me on election night." "I'll be holding a glass of champagne, waiting for Dick Osborne's concession call." "That one's got spirit." "What if her spirit gets her killed?" "She just threw down the gauntlet." "Invited an assassin to her door." "Where do you stand, Ms. Blye?" "You want my political opinion?" "You do have one?" "Yes." "Maybe." "I guess." "I think Tenez is a different kind of politician and our country needs that." "There is no way she should back down from the race." "All right." "Then we need to make damn sure that we get her out of this alive." "Of course." "CIA?" "FBI." "That's the CIA." "Henrietta, it's Brian..." "Mr. Beale, you have something for us?" "We have been trying to connect the five senatorial candidates from the photos." "But nothing." "Two are incumbents." "Three Republicans, two Democrats." "And there's not a single issue that they all agree on." "Such is the state of modern politics." "There are higher profile targets running significantly more emotive campaigns." "One bullet can make America vulnerable." "Doesn't even have to be a magic bullet." "Thank you." "You know, it's hard to assess threat when Tenez's people won't cooperate." "Then maybe we have to put someone in her campaign office." "Someone smart, tough..." "and irresistible." "Huh?" "Wow." "You are rocking that power suit." "Yeah?" "Feel like a caged animal." "And I know what you're thinking, so quit while you're ahead." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Okay." "Power suits make you think of Hillary, which inevitably leads you to Bill, which then drives your warped mind to Monica." "Well, depends on what your definition of warped is." "You were thinking of Monica." "Come on, it's the granddaddy of all inappropriate office relationships." "I hope you don't have designs on that title, Detective Deeks." "No, no, I'm more of a lady in red kind of a guy than a woman in blue." "Not helping your cause." "I should go." "I know that you admire Tenez, but that's also the reason why you need to be extremely alert." "Don't let your passion cloud your judgment." "Of course." "Have you ever thought of running for office?" "Well, I ruled Nicaragua once, for 72 hours." "Don't ask." "Don't ask." "Sounds like you got a pretty good thing going." "Why come work here?" "I want to be part of the team that gets Monica Tenez to the Senate." "You know how many résumés I've gotten for this?" "How many young people want to work for her?" "I can imagine." "And I know it won't be easy telling them that you've already filled the position." "Confidence alone won't land you the job." "Mmm." "You will give me the job because I am smarter and hungrier than all the other applicants." "You will just remember me because of the confidence." "Well, Monica's gonna love you." "Oh!" "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry." "Ah, it's all right." "You know, I've done the same thing a hundred times." "Just give me a minute, will you?" "Sure, yeah." "What a first impression, huh?" "Accessing his computer." "Eric, are you getting this?" "Yeah." "That was almost too easy." "Don't jinx it." "Just don't." "Kensi, you realize my saying anything has no impact on the success of a data transfer, right?" "Uh-huh." "Computers make her nervous." "I heard that, Miss Jones." "And it was one time, and it's really stressful to have to transfer four years worth of photographs." "I told you that in confidence." "And Kensi's download is complete." "In more ways than one." "Mr. Caldwell, I am so embarrassed." "I am so sorry, once again, about spilling your coffee." "Please, please." "No, I hated that shirt anyway." "But, still..." "brought you a gift." "You'll be processing receipts of people who've donated money to the campaign." "And in layman's terms?" "You'll be a glorified envelope-licker." "Tenez for Senate." "Go, team." "If I look at one more e-mail, I'm gonna need thicker glasses." "Hey, this is strange." "So, someone called "Anarchist Pastry Book"" "sends the Tenez campaign's Web site a pretty scathing message every morning." "And today, they received two of them." "What did they say?" "Well, it looks like the first is the usual rant;" "the second..." ""Last night was a taste of what's to come."" "All right, let me trace the IP address." "Okay, it was sent from a cafe in Venice and sender is online right now." "Callen, I think we found the guy threatening Tenez." "Hello." "Hi." "Hey." "How can I help you?" "Uh... what do you recommend?" "Ooh, the "Hott-ay Matte Latte."" "Mmm?" "It's really popular." "Is it organic?" "It tastes organic." "Do you use filtered water?" "Yes." "I think." "I don't know." "What about the cups?" "You guys using recycled materials?" "Um, I could certainly find out for you." "You guys using energy- efficient lighting in here?" "Is that... oh, come on, now." "Is that Styrofoam I see back there?" "Would you like to speak to my... manager...?" "You're gonna recycle that, right?" "Sir, if you could just..." "You really need that many napkins for a latte?" "Sir, I love, love that you love the planet." "I'd just really appreciate..." "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry." "And you... you couldn't ask for a mug?" "Instead, you told them to kill a tree?" "Huh?" "Oh, dear." "Um..." "That's complimentary and that..." "Bingo." "Got him." "You almost made me spill my drink." "There we go." "Oh, yeah." "There we go." "This the guy that was wasting all the napkins?" "No, this is the guy who threatened Monica Tenez." "Uh-huh." "His name is Ed Mosker." "He maintains a fringe blog, "The Anarchist Pastry Book""" "Part antigovernment rant, part flourless chocolate cake recipes." "Anarchists-- they have a sweet tooth." "Just like us." "Hmm." "He's a student at Northridge Junior College, where he's enrolled in the same poli-sci class twice." "And he's been arrested over seven times, all for nonviolent protests." "So Mosker's either hot for teacher and/or free speech." "Real question is:" "Why is an anarchist studying the Constitution?" "I'm assuming you know the drill, considering you've been arrested seven times." "Like they say, eight's a charm." "What's this all about?" "Apparently he doesn't know the drill." "We get to ask the questions." "That's the drill." "What'd you have against Clay Everhurst?" "Who?" "The 23-year-old you ran over with an SUV last night." "The dead Tenez intern?" "You think I did that?" "What do you have against Monica Tenez?" "And any of these other candidates?" "Why do you want to hurt them?" "Unbelievable." "This government-sanctioned harassment is exactly what I'm always writing about." "Yeah, we've read your blog-- the, uh..." ""Cupcakes With Your Chaos," is that it?" ""The Anarchist Pastry Book."" "Personally, I don't find it that clever." "I may be an anarchist, but I do know my rights." "Mm-hmm." "And the e-mails you send to the Tenez campaign every day?" "Last I checked, I'm still allowed to have political opinions in this country." "Not when they become threats." "I wouldn't call it a threat." "I just think her position on Social Security would be the downfall of humanity." "We're talking about the other message." ""A taste of what's to come"?" "I send Tenez one message a day, and today's Tuesday, so it was about Social Security." "That's a nice try." "The e-mail was sent from your online handle, from your favorite cafe, at 9:50 this morning." "Anyone who reads my blog knows I'm partial to that spot, because of the free Wi-Fi." "And the chocolate croissants." "So you think you were set up?" "Someone must've sent a message to the campaign, using my screen name." "Guys, you got to believe me." "He's telling the truth." "Guy cares more about muffins than mayhem." "Somebody set him up." "Somebody might be setting everybody up." "This hit list may be a hoax." "Clay's death wasn't." "Kensi at the campaign?" "Yeah." "Evidently, getting high on stamp glue." "So, uh, Eric and Nell have been scouring through the campaign e-mails and it looks like Caldwell, Tenez's campaign manager, has been making political promises in exchange for a pretty penny." "That's nothing unusual for a political campaign." "Yeah, but these promises are in conflict to Tenez's position on a number of hot-button issues." "Maybe Caldwell's making a deal behind her back." "Maybe Tenez is on board with him." "It looks like Clay was looking for a new job." "Maybe he found out Tenez was playing both sides, and it got him killed." "I'm gonna need 600 of those." "Yeah, for tomorrow." "Beth, what are you doing?" "Grab a sign, hit the sidewalk." "No, no, no, not red-- blue." "Yeah, tomorrow." "Thanks." "Are you ready?" "Monica's going to be here any minute." "Yeah." "Can't wait to meet her." "Well, don't get too excited." "If she loses, you're out of a job in two weeks." "Okay, with the balloon guy-- we're selling America here, not cell phones, people!" "Come on!" "Don't take it personally." "That's just..." "Jack." "You must be the new girl." "I'm Rebecca Collins." "Oh." "Hi." "Yeah, you run the PAC." ""PAC" has such a dirty connotation these days." "I prefer Resource Allocator." "Resource Allocator." "Got it." "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "Nice to meet you." "She's here." "Whoo!" "Hi!" "Hi." "Hi." "Thank you for coming." "Thank you for coming." "Thank you." "Thank you for coming." "Hi." "Thank you for com-- look at this little baby." "Yes, how cute you are." "You guys." "18 more years;" "you got to vote." "Thank you for coming." "You bet." "Thanks for coming." "Sorry." "It's just I'm really excited, and Monica Tenez is my idol, and it's my first day." "I'm sorry." "Give Ms. Tenez some space, please?" "Yeah." "It's not every day that I get to be somebody's idol." "Hi." "Welcome to the team." "Thank you very much." "Get down!" "Look out!" "Who the hell are you?" "Federal agent." "Go!" "Go!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Get out of here!" "Move it!" "Move it!" "Put your head down!" "Head down!" "Get in!" "Get in!" "Go!" "Get her out of here!" "Tragedy struck the Monica Tenez campaign..." "Okay." "Thank you." "So they're both in surgery, but it looks like they're going to be okay." "Thank God." "I told you people we can handle this." "It looks to me like you were lucky Kensi was there." "No kidding-- who knows how much more blood would've been shed if she wasn't?" "Why don't you just stay out of this, Jack?" "You don't see me telling you how to run a campaign." "That's funny." "I would assume the most critical part of running a campaign would be having a candidate with a pulse." "He makes a legitimate point." "If you're unhappy with the way I'm doing my job... say the word, and I will step down." "There's no need." "I'm dropping out of the race." "Monica, that is a mistake." "My campaign is not worth losing another person's life." "I've made up my mind." "Look, you've worked really hard to get where you're at." "Pull out now and they win, whoever they are." "I'm not as tough as you are." "We've got one last press release to write." "I will announce my withdrawal at the fund-raiser tonight." "Thank you... for saving my life today." "Anytime." "I mean it." "You okay?" "Yeah, but she's fooling herself." "She is that tough." "Maybe." "But it doesn't matter if she doesn't realize it." "Callen, I'm with Deeks." "You were right, Kens." "We think the shooter was in the building across the street." "It's almost too close to miss." "We got lucky." "He may try again, so, for the time being, let's keep Tenez in the boatshed." "It's too late." "What, she's gone?" "Yes." "And she's pulling out of the race tonight." "Okay." "But until she does, we're gonna watch her back, whether she likes it or not." "Copy that." "You as worried as I am about this push-up contest?" "'Cause I did some Pilates this morning." "I'm feeling a muscle fatigue, and it's coming" "Deeks..." "Okay." "What's wrong?" "Sam said that we got lucky." "How did the shooter miss?" "Hi." "How are you?" "Good to see you." "Hi." "Stacy, how are you?" "Wonderful to see you." "Picture's up." "We've got Callen and Sam with Tenez, and Kensi and Deeks at the entrance." "The rest of the candidates are coming up clean." "It's beginning to look like the danger's isolated to the Tenez campaign." "Perhaps we've been so fixated on an outside threat... we've neglected to look closer to home." "You mean the campaign itself?" "Exactly." "A breeding ground for pride and greed." "Promises, broken promises, money changing hands." "Delve into it all, Mr. Beale, Ms. Jones." "Assume nothing." "Wow." "Really brings it all back, doesn't it?" "Presidential election of '95?" "There was no presidential election in '95." "Sure there was." "Me versus Amanda Belcore." "Class president." "She was a wily little fox." "I remember I gave my speech," "I ate a bunch of peanut butter and then acted like" "I couldn't talk 'cause I ran out of milk." "It was... it was borderline genius." "Yeah, Marty Deeks, the great communicator." "Exactly." "I got my message across without saying a word." "It was more like a..." "like a powerful interpretive dance, you know?" "Mmm." "Any chance you can do that again so I could post it online?" "Amanda beat me by eight votes." "But then I took her sister to prom, so who really won?" "Not Amanda's little sister, apparently." "It's gonna make a really interesting anecdote for my memoirs." "Freaks, Geeks and Deeks?" "Wow." "Pretty quick on the trigger there." "How long you been hanging on to that one, huh?" "I mean, it's clever, but it's not that clever." "So how long?" "Like, a week?" "I'll be right back." "And I came up with it in the shower this morning." "Hey." "Psst!" "Hey!" "Thinking about me in the shower?" "She's thinking about me in the shower." "Hey." "Did good out there today." "It's my job." "So, tell me, who organized the event today?" "Rebecca, I guess." "What was the plan for crowd control?" "Well, that would first require a crowd." "Something Rebecca never could quite deliver." "What do you mean?" "Well, for the campaign's fund-raiser, she didn't raise a lot of funds." "Can't believe we kept the lights on this long, given the state of things." "Are you seeing this?" "Uh-huh." "Whoa." "The campaign's financial records, Mr. Beale?" "We're just scratching the surface, but only a fraction of every dollar donated to Tenez actually ends up in the campaign's coffers." "It looks like the majority's being rerouted elsewhere." "Where exactly, we're still not sure." "Ten minutes, she makes the announcement and it's all over." "Kensi?" "It's not every day I get to be somebody's idol." "Hi." "Welcome to the team." "Thank you so, so much." "Get down!" "Okay, you just made your "I just found a Kit Kat in my seat cushion" face." "The shooter had an angle on Tenez the entire time." "But he didn't fire until Tenez took a step towards me, leaving a clear line of sight from the building to Rebecca." "Rebecca was the target." "She still is." "Guys, you getting this?" "Loud and clear." "Get Rebecca out of here." "We'll stay with Tenez." "Showtime." "Thanks again." "I need you to come with us." "Excuse me." "What?" "Why?" "What..." "It's okay." "What's going on?" "You're in danger." "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the next senator of the great state of California," "Monica Tenez!" "Got it." "Okay, Tenez's campaign had two bank accounts." "Online donations went into a holding account, but only half the money was ever transferred to the primary account." "Donations were being siphoned off without anyone knowing." "Who was the signator for the holding account?" "Everybody out!" "Federal agents!" "Everybody out!" "Let's go!" "Go, go!" "Will you please tell me what's going on?" "Seriously, what's happening here?" "Okay, Monica's not the target." "You are, Rebecca." "But no one knows who I am." "Everyone on the campaign does." "I'll get you some water." "Okay, there were two signators." "One was Rebecca Collins, which makes sense." "She runs Tenez's PAC." "And the other is..." "Kensi, it's Lisa Tran!" "Lisa, put the gun down or this will not end well for you." "And you think prison is better?" "Lisa, don't do this." "I missed it?" "The old folks took care of business." "All clear?" "Yes, clear." "We're clear." "We're good." "What happened?" "It was not about the campaign." "Lisa was after the money." "It's all over now." "No, it's not." "Seventy..." "Seventy-one..." "Seventy..." "Seventy..." "Seventy-two!" "Deeks, that was embarrassing." "No, no." "No, no." "No, I demand a rematch." "Okay, but I'll just double your number again." "No, no, see, this isn't fair 'cause..." "I filled up on hors d'oeuvres at the fundraiser." "There was too many crab cakes." "Kensi can vouch for me, if, uh... she was here." "About the crab cakes." "Guys!" "Guys?" "Have they figured it out yet?" "22 million and counting." "And she would have gotten every penny of that if it hadn't been for Clay Everhurst being so diligent at his job." "True." "I guess he turned to Lisa when he caught on to it, not realizing that she was behind it all." "And greed took care of the rest." "How did Lisa ever think she could hide this from Rebecca?" "She didn't." "I don't think." "I think she was always going to kill her." "And in California, Monica Tenez, the candidate for U.S. Senate, has seen a significant uptick in the polls." "So much so that she's now neck and neck with incumbent opponent Dick Osborne." "Coming up next is the presidential debate." "This is ZNN coming to you live from..." "You going to watch the debate?" "Um..." "No, probably not." "Okay." "Good night, Hetty." "Good night, Ms. Blye." "That candidate has two minutes to respond to the moderator's question, and then the candidate's opponent has one minute for rebuttal." "After that, the moderator will pose the next question." "Hello?" "Yeah, it's me." "You know what time it is?" "Of course I know what time it is." "You ready?" "Direct the first question to the president." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="