"Stop!" "Stop!" "Freeze!" "Stop!" "Hands in the air." "Turn around, slowly!" "♪ NCIS:" "LA 8x10 ♪ Sirens Original Air Date on November 27, 2016" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "Thank you." "You're welcome." "This wasn't me." "You think this was a coincidence, G?" "After everything our team's been through?" "They've been after Hetty, Granger, and me." "I know." "I just feel bad that the sheriff's department had to pay the price." "Your dad okay?" "Garrison?" "Hetty sent him to a secure location in Santa Barbara till we figure this out." "You cool with that?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "We barely know each other, the guy wants to stay with me?" "Agent Callen." "Deputy Bennett." "This is my partner, Sam Hanna." "Very sorry for your loss, Deputy." "We know what it's like to lose a teammate in the line of duty." "I appreciate that, but these aren't our guys." "Excuse me?" "We have 18,000 employees in the Los Angeles County" "Sheriff's Department, but these aren't two of them." "I don't know who these guys are, but they don't work for us." "NCIS has a couple of reasons to look into this, so we'll be happy to assist." "Be my guest." "And when you find out who these chumps are, impersonating us, let us know." "Will do." "Thank you." "Okay, so if these guys weren't real sheriffs, maybe they weren't here to help you." "Maybe they were here to kill you." "Yeah, well, then, who killed them?" "You're sure your old man's out of town?" "Eric, what do you make of the security footage from my yard?" "I think our shooter is a woman." "It wasn't Hetty, was it?" "No." "Young." "Athletic." "And clearly capable." "So, good news is, a dog-walker just called in a stolen sheriff's car, and it's a couple miles from you." "Sending you the address now." "Good work, Nell." "We're on it." "Fact:" "I once did a stint as a dog-walker." "I was 15." "Aw." "I bet you were so young and eager and cute." "Yeah." "Maybe a little too eager." "Uh, first trip out with the dogs," "I forgot those little baggies." "That wasn't so cute." "So we just received confirmation that the law enforcement officers killed on Callen's street last night were not, in fact, law enforcement officers." "Eric and I are still trying to figure out who these guys are, in addition to tracking down the shooter." "I see." "Mm-hmm." "Something else?" "Come, sit." "Um..." "I'd really like another chance to question Carl Brown." "Do you think he's going to treat you differently today?" "Probably not." "But I'm not ready to give up." "Hetty, even with him in prison, the internal threats keep coming." "They know where we live." "They know who our families are." "We really don't have another choice." "And..." "I have a plan." "Uh-huh." "You've got no idea who the guardian angel might be who killed our phony sheriffs?" "No." "Keep thinking." "And you're sure your fath-- sorry" " Garrison is actually in Santa Barbara?" "If Garrison had done this, there wouldn't be any bodies." "Thank you." "All right, well, maybe he just wants to spend the time he has left being part of your lives." "It's his first time finding family, too." "He's had other families." "But now all he has is you, your half sister, and your nephew." "You have told Alex?" "I will." "I want to." "I just..." "I don't want to..." "But you're thinking twice, especially after this morning." "Like father, like son, maybe." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Keeping family secrets to protect your loved ones." "That's pretty much what your dad did to you and everyone else in his life." "Huh." "This just keeps getting better." "Strategic location." "I don't see any cameras." "No, whoever did this was a pro." "Stay close, partner." "So, just to clarify, this woman kills two fake sheriffs in your front yard, steals their stolen cop car, and then torches it?" "Yeah, I think it's pretty obvious who we're looking for." "Do tell." "I mean, this whole situation just reeks of an angry ex-girlfriend." "So Joelle is pissed that you broke up with her, and now she's taking keying your car to a whole nother level." "Are you serious right now?" "You did keep her dining room set." "She bought that for me." "That was a gift." "No, for the both of you, but now it's just a painful reminder of what could have been." "Why are you playing along with this?" "I'm just glad you're okay." "Morning, gents." "Without further ado..." "Both of our phony sheriffs had surveillance photos of this woman in their phones." "Is this our shooter?" "Confidence is high." "I don't recognize her." "Me either." "Check out your home-security video." "What's that look like to you?" "Looks like she's going to your front door." "Maybe she was trying to warn you." "So why not just call me?" "No access to your phone number?" "Everything good?" "My neighbor thinks she may have seen something last night." "I'll go talk to her." "We'll double-check the crime scene." "Well, looks like it's just me and you again, Egon." "You know, if, uh, you want to be home with Kensi," "I can just call you if anything comes up." "No, no, no, because both my mom and Kensi's mom are coming to visit." "And it turns out that's just too many moms." "Hi." "How was your run?" "It was great." "I made you some breakfast." "Aw, you didn't have to do that." "Gotta keep your strength up, honey." "Okay, let me just help you with this, honey." "Oh, whoa, definitely don't have to do that." "It's no problem." "Thank you." "I picked out a couple outfits for you." "I'll help you get changed when you're done." "Okay, you know that?" "Can we just..." "Can we just stop for a second, please?" "What's wrong?" "What do you need?" "I don't need anything, I just..." "I need you ladies to leave me alone for a second, okay?" "We're just trying to help, sweetheart." "No, I know." "I mean, that's the only reason we're here, honey." "And I appreciate that." "I-I really do." "But, um, you're kind of driving me nuts." "Would you prefer we do this one-on-one?" "No, Mom, I would prefer if we did this none-on-one." "And, plus, I'm supposed to be able to do these things by myself, so..." "You are." "And you're doing great." "Really doing great." "Okay, stop telling me I'm doing great." "I am not ten, I know exactly how I'm doing." "She's getting frustrated." "The doctor said there'd be depression." "Okay, stop talking, both of you, please." "Maybe we should call Martin." "Would you like us to call Martin?" "No." "Nope, not at all." "You really don't have to call Deeks." "I'm calling my son." "Oh, my gosh." "Okay, you know what?" "I have something you can both do." "You ladies have the day off." "Good-bye." "I am so embarrassed." "Oh, don't be." "Mine's just as bad." "Is it too early for a drink?" "I like the way you think." "You're a good mom." "I can tell." "You, too." "Let's go." "Okay, I swear I'm gonna get my gun!" "What?" "!" "Why don't you just..." "So... it's a bad time?" "Sorry, I thought you were my mother." "Never mind." "I would have brought you flowers, but you didn't seem like the type." "Come on in." "Thank you." "Okay, let's start from the beginning." "So where'd you first meet?" "Where'd you go?" "What'd you do?" "Come on, Carl, you gotta give me something here." "Why?" "What are you gonna give me?" "What do you want?" "Out." "Right." "Look, Sam's been interrogating people for a long time... and I haven't." "So I'm gonna tell you a story." "The summer after I graduated from high school," "I started going out with this guy who... most people would call... a "bad boy."" "Tattoos, piercings, he drove this ridiculously loud car." "But he was actually... he was really sweet." "Especially to me." "So, when he started hanging out with this rougher crowd," "I naturally asked him not to." "Asked him to spend more time with me." "But... he didn't listen." "Oh, boohoo." "He broke your heart." "Happens to everyone." "No." "He, uh, he broke into an electronics store and stole a pallet of DVD players." "So, at the end of the summer, he went to county and I went to college." "Wait, are you saying that crime doesn't pay?" "I wrote him every day for, it felt like weeks." "Then he stopped writing me back." "Please tell me there's a moral to all this." "I was young." "I thought I could help him, save him, but I couldn't." "I never saw him again after he went into jail." "Maybe he's in here with me." "Wouldn't that be an ironic twist?" "Oh, wait." "I didn't just spoil your M. Night Shyamalan moment, did I?" "No." "He's not in here, Carl." "Darn." "See, like yourself, he thought he was smarter and tougher than everyone else." "Until a group of inmates took turns stomping on his head until they crushed his skull." "I guess he wasn't so tough after all." "No, he was." "He was a lot tougher than you, Carl." "You may be in solitary, but there's still a price on your head." "It's just so nice to be wanted." "You know?" "Honestly, how long do you think it's gonna be before some inmate and crooked guard make a deal and split the cash?" "Huh?" "Yeah, as much as I love your company and your stories unless these turn into conjugal visits..." "Oh, that's cute, Carl." "...I got nothing left to tell you." "Mm-hmm." "I know that." "Yet you keep coming." "It's kind of sad." "Dude." "You've been over here humming for the last ten minutes." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I didn't even ask you to harmonize." "♪ I'm here, you're here ♪" "♪ I'm here... ♪" "That's a hard pass." "You're trying to make me sing the Garfunkel parts and I'm obviously a Simon." "All right, Paul, take a seat." "Your lurking's making me nervous." "What just happened?" "We get something?" "Uh, no." "Just my hourly reminder to stand up." "To evil?" "No." "So my feet don't fall asleep." "I don't understand... this." "Oh, you don't have to." "That's why I have Nell." "Touché." "Do I even want to know?" "I'm just wondering how you're gonna try and get me to talk next time." "Well, Carl, today's my last visit." "And to be honest," "I never really needed you to talk." "You see, every time I come here, word gets out that Carl Brown's meeting with a federal agent." "Again." "Inmates-- they start to wonder," ""What's he telling her?" "Who's he ratting out?"" "Visit after visit." ""Ooh, that Carl." ""He must be a real Chatty Cathy, or they wouldn't keep coming here to see him."" "The inmates start to get nervous, especially after we start rattling their cages." "And so, what do they do?" "Well, you know what they say:" ""Snitches get stitches." "And turned into bitches."" "Everyone will want you dead regardless of the $50K on your head." "And the next time someone comes to see you, chances are, you'll be willing to talk, from the infirmary." "Assuming... they haven't cut out your tongue with a razor blade." "Yeah, they do that, too." "Maybe Natalie never called me or wrote me since I got put in here because she's dead." "Maybe someone was after her and killed her as soon as I was out of the picture." "So, what, someone else put the hit out on you?" "I don't know." "Natalie never told me who she was working for." "Why should I believe you?" "'Cause I gave you her name." "No, you gave Sam her name." "I'm not Sam." "I met Natalie at the Promenade." "Some dive bar." "Then the next day, we went to the pier." "That's all I have so far." "Oh, I can definitely work with that." "Nell, you rock, seriously." "Uh, is that a lead?" "'Cause it sounded a lot like a lead." "Oh, well, Nell says that Brown first met Natalie at a dive bar near the Promenade." "Mm." "And then the next day, they went to the Santa Monica Pier." "Which bar?" "Oh, he won't say, but apparently he bought tacos at a nearby food truck later that night." "So, of all the popular taco trucks..." "Tita and Chilias, uh, Navarette's, uh, oh, Pepe and Mondo's." "A lot of these trucks have social media accounts that announce their serving locations." "So we can tell where they've been." "You are correct, sir." "Thank you, sir." "We just need to know when." "Right." "Well, we captured Brown two years ago, November 24." "Wow, you were ready to go with that one." "Although he did hold you at gunpoint." "Gunpoint and syringe-point." "Yikes." "Anyway," "Natalie had to turn Brown," "Brown leaked Hetty's info, poisoned Granger-- that takes us back a few months." "Like, June?" "Hey, what are you doing?" "Relax, I'll put it back to Nell level when I'm done." "All right, these are the taco trucks that serve in Santa Monica." "All right, I feel like we're gonna find something here." "Ready, no whammies, no whammies." "Stop!" "Pepe and Mondo's slung their tacos on Santa Monica Boulevard outside the Sunset Ocean Bar." "Which is on the Promenade!" "And I just exploded my fist bump, which is a whole new low for me." "So now we're into this rabbit hole of despair, what's next?" "Now we just wait for facial rec to pull up photos from the bar." "Wait?" "What?" "There's no other leads for us to follow?" "Hmm?" "No, not yet." "Well," "I'll pull up some photos from the Santa Monica Pier the next day, but it might take a while." "Welcome to Ops." "Okay, so we've got all this Star Trek gak and your giant brain, you're telling me all we can do is wait?" "Yeah." "No." "All right, hey, Siri, can you tell me where Natalie is?" "Alexa?" "Cortana?" "HAL?" "Bueller?" "Anyone?" "We don't have an AI." "Well, we should." "Beale, take a letter." ""Dear Henrietta, it has come to my attention..."" "Um," "I'm not your secretary." "Nor would you have to be if we had AI." "Hmm." "What now?" "More wiggling?" "Huh?" "You want to do some Pilates?" "The guys posing as our sheriffs are one Perry Verona and one Dexter Frazier, owners of VexSun Solar in Culver City." "Okay, I would take you with me, but you seem to have a lot going on here, so I'm gonna go." "Hey." "Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup." "As promised." "Okay." "Address is on the way." "I am calling Callen and Sam." "Beale?" "Mm?" "You're good people." "Okay." "Tell Deeks we'll meet him there." "All right, he's on his way now." "Right." "Okay, let me know what you find." "All right, Eric." "Bye." "So, uh, Deeks is gonna meet us at some solar roof company where the two phony sheriffs worked." "A solar company?" "That sounds bogus." "You think?" "Here." "I promised Mrs. Ramirez I would share these with you." "I'm sorry, we had to chase down that lead." "What if she actually saw something?" "That poor woman hasn't seen anything clearly since Reagan was president." "Shh." "She still thinks he is." "So, uh, looks like you're gonna have to move, too, now that your address has been compromised." "Yeah." "I know." "Do I detect a sense of nostalgia in the High Plains Drifter?" "Don't tell me you actually settled on one place?" "Of course not." "No," "I'm just thinking about how Mrs. Ramirez might feel." "Right." "Seriously?" "It's four walls and a roof." "I can find that anywhere." "Oh, please." "You've been domesticated." "I knew it." "I knew it." "It was over as soon as Joelle got you that dining room set." "Enough with the dining set." "Thing's going on Craigslist." "Sure it is." "Puttin' it up." "Yeah, right." "Thank you!" "Neighbor see anything?" "Please." "His neighbor's glasses are thicker than my head." "Mrs. Ramirez was scared." "She just wanted someone to talk to." "Aw, that's sweet." "She's sweet, all right." "Sweet on G." "Oh, older woman." "Hey, Mrs. Robinson." "Mrs. Ramirez is a very sweet old lady." "Please do not say anything sexually perverted or crude, all right?" "You're not leaving me a lot to work with, here." "Why is he so grumpy?" "You'd be grumpy, too, if your ex left two bodies on your lawn." "I'll be really pleased when Kensi gets back." "Not seeing a lot of solar companies on here, but in case you need to get your fax machine repaired, or we could stop by the Nader campaign offices." "That list needs updating." "We're looking for VexSun Solar." "Uh, it's upstairs." "I can show you." "You guys contractors?" "Federal agents." "You have any security footage we can look at?" "Uh, no." "Our video surveillance has been down for..." "I don't think this building's ever had video surveillance." "So are you guys FBI?" "Or NSA?" "SEC?" "NCIS." "What about IDs?" "Got any electronic records of people coming or going?" "Uh, no." "We haven't had that system installed yet." "Uh, I'm actually thinking about becoming a federal agent." "Uh, yeah, all I ever do is watch those true crime shows, and I'm perfect for undercover work." "I'm basically a chameleon." "It's just this way." "Wow." "Law enforcement is definitely for me." "I was leaning towards FBI, but, you know, maybe LAPD or NCIS." "I'm really keeping my options open at this point." "Deeks is LAPD." "He's done a lot of undercover work." "You might want to talk to him." "Mm-hmm." "Door?" "Okay." "Looks like a bogus front to me." "When's the last time you saw anybody in here?" "Uh, yesterday afternoon." "I had no idea they were moving out." "These men work here?" "Yeah, both of 'em." "You going to answer that?" "Well, it's a number I don't know." "I've been getting a lot of crank calls lately." "Could be a hot tip." "Hello." "Vinny?" "How'd you get this number?" "From my what?" "From my business card?" "All right, I gotta call you back." "Did you give Vinny the security guy my business card?" "I-I mean, he wants to get into law enforcement." "You'd be a good mentor." "Where'd you even get my business cards?" "Got a whole box of 'em on your desk." "Well, at least you had a box on your desk..." "This is why I'm getting all those prank phone calls." "Deeks, look at it from a community safety point of view." "Now the entire homeless population of Venice has a direct line to the LAPD." "Hold on a second." "You gave them to homeless people?" "Yes." "I thought we were picking on him today." " I don't play favorites." " Hey." "Sorry for sending you guys on a wild goose chase." "Well, they were there, we just didn't get there early enough." "You find anything else?" "Maybe." "Our phony sheriffs and solar roofing guys are both former military-- army-- although they never served together." "What'd they do after service?" "Uh, truck drivers... in Iraq." "Mmm, I smell private contractors." "You got a company?" "Uh, maybe." "Ashmati Trucking." "Eight years ago, the owner died and then there was an ugly inheritance battle between the survivors, which ultimately killed the company." "It happens." "Well, these were private contractors working in Iraq, making a lot of money." "Just because the company they worked for went belly-up, that doesn't mean they're not still doing it." "Which takes us back to the question, who were these guys working for and why did this woman kill them?" "Which is exactly how we started this day." "Well, Deeks' new buddy, Vinny, said there were six people working out of VexSun Solar." "Two women, four men." "So we've got these two." "The rest are still out there somewhere." "I'm on it." "Hetty..." "The wolves are at the door." "I can feel it." "I'm not sure it's safe to trust anyone anymore." "I just wanted to come by and say thank you." "Thank you for what?" "Making my time in the hospital bearable." "Oh." "Well." "In that case, I suppose I should thank you, too." "I was in a bad place and you helped pull me out of it." "Well, you were an ass about it, but..." "Well, that's a gift." "I just also wanted to say... good-bye before I left." "Where you going?" "Back to my unit." "Medical Board restored me to duty status." "What?" "!" "Yeah, yeah." "That is awesome!" "Been sitting on my ass long enough." "And the guys are gonna ride me relentlessly and the one-legged jokes will never end, but it'll be good to get back with my guys." "Congratulations." "Yeah." "I'm..." "Is this your truck?" "Yeah." "You're impressed." "I'm... more like embarrassed for you." "It's very obnoxious." "Oh, you can't fool me, Kensi Blye." "I know a redneck girl when I see one." "Okay, I am not a redneck." "Well, you'll like this bad boy." "You know what they say, the bigger the truck..." "The dumber the driver?" "Well, I know you want to go for a ride." "♪ I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical ♪" "♪ I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical ♪" "♪ About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot of news ♪" "♪ With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse ♪" "♪ I'm very good at integral and differential calculus ♪" "♪ I know the scientific names of beings animalculous ♪" "♪ In short, in matters ♪" "♪ Vegetable, animal and mineral, I am the... ♪" "Holy Pythagoras." "So... did she ever introduce you to her friends?" "No." "I told you." "Look, I'm tired and my back hurts." "I want to go back to my cell now." "You should probably try straightening up." "You know, shoulders back and down." "You know?" "Suit yourself." "Nah." "Oh, wow." "Is this Natalie Grant?" "Hmm." "I found her." "I know who she is." " The woman from outside my house?" " Yes." "It was Natalie Grant." "Carl Brown just confirmed to Nell that she's the woman in the taxi photo." "Also the same woman who shot the phony sheriffs." "She also goes by Amber Wilcox-- a massage therapist from Houston, Texas." "Uh, I can only trace her back 12 years." "That's a good cover." "It allows her to move around, cash business, no real address." "Smart." "She's on the run now." "But if she was coming to kill Callen, who are the two dead sheriff wannabes that tried to stop her?" "What if she wasn't sent to kill me?" "What if she was turning to me for help?" "Think about it." "She's Carl Brown's handler." "She talks him into trying to kill us, but we catch him, put him in jail." "So then they try and kill him in prison;" "we beat 'em to it and put him in isolation." "Now he's talking." "So now they're going after her." "It's not like she can go to the police." "Which means she's in a pretty bad situation, if she's turning to the very people she tried to kill." "Well, she knows she's running out of time and we're probably the only ones that can save her." "Well, if Amber/Natalie turned Brown, she probably knew where he worked." "Why wouldn't she just come here?" "If she knows where we work, the people she works for know where we work." "They're probably watching us now." "It's too risky." "Yikes." "Well, by now she's probably out of town or at least gone into hiding." "For all we know, she's working with the same people who tried to kill her." "If that's the case, all her hiding spots are blown." "Okay, so what do we got?" "We got family, friends, boyfriends." "Mm-hmm." "I mean, Carl Brown was her boyfriend." "Hey, what if she's at Carl Brown's house?" "The file says that he inherited it from his aunt three years ago." "The feds seized it when he went to jail." "And Natalie would have a key." "Not that she needs one." "My God, man!" "You're better than Siri!" "Thank you." "I'm coming with you." "Why?" "Because my career depends on it." "Deeks, take Hetty in the Audi." "All right." "We'll take my car." "Uh, Miss Daisy isn't supposed to drive." "Come on." "All right." "Fraggle Rock!" "Oh..." "We must've beat Callen and Sam." "Yay!" "Yeah, I think we also beat the sound barrier." "Yay." "You, by chance, weren't the one that taught Nell how to drive, were you?" "No." "I-I gave her a few defensive driving lessons." "Yeah, I can see that." "You should probably get a haircut." "Oh, don't worry." "Next time, I'll..." "I'll wear a helmet." "Possible a parachute." "Definitely a diaper." "Told you she was fast." "How'd you beat us here?" "I took a shortcut." "The sidewalk." "You took a sidewalk." "She's in there." "Federal agents!" "Natalie?" "Amber, we're here to help!" "Stay close, Hetty." "Hetty?" "It's over, dear." "Please stop." "I said I'll talk if you provide me with a lawyer and protection and witness relocation." "That's quite the list." "I have quite a lot of information." "We don't need a lot of information." "We just need to know who you're working for." "Then give me what I need." "There's nothing here." "Let's go." "Hetty?" "Well, she needs us more than we need her." "Right now, she's more valuable to us as bait." "You can't leave me here." "I said I'll talk." "Just... get me out of here." "We'll take her to the boatshed." "Let's go." "See you there." "I'll, uh, I'll ride with them." "You know, just for a little extra protection." "Just get in the damn car, Martin." "Yes." "Yes, Mom." "In the car." "So, we caught Natalie at your house." "We're taking her into custody now." "I'm gonna get back to my team." "Was that story true?" "About that guy that died?" "What do you think?" "Good-bye, Carl." "Good-bye, Nell." "Visitation hours end in 15 minutes." "Repeat: visitation hours end in 15 minutes." "Those two guys you shot, you work with them?" "I'll talk when I get my lawyer." "Your lawyer isn't saving your life." "Sam, behind us!" "There's two of them." "We're pinned in." "Get out, move, move, move!" "Stay down!" "Stay down!" "Go!" "Natalie!" "Wait!" "Natalie!" "Eric, we've been ambushed." "Natalie's on the run." "Looks like she may have been hit." "Hey, Sam?" "Eric, we need an ambulance." "All right, help will be here soon." "It's important that you stay calm." "Easy, easy." "Easy." "I bet you weren't this nice to Carl Brown." "Natalie, listen to me." "We need your help." "Who do you work for?" "Where did you meet them?" "Someone... put out a hit on me when my name got leaked." "I was on my way to your house for help." "And those guys came after me." "Did you know them?" "No." "But I think they work for the... the same person I did." "Tell us who." "Natalie." "Hey, you can make this right." "Tell us who." "Make it right." "Rae." ""Rae."" "Lemon Grove Park." "Mostly at night." "Eric?" "Let's start looking at night footage from security cams in Lemon Grove Park or any park nearby." "She's gone." "I think Rae is a woman." "This woman, to be specific." "She's appeared several times on the outskirts of Lemon Grove Park." "We got a pretty good look on her face right here." "This is a week ago." "We haven't had a chance to I.D. her yet." "She said her name was Heather." "She tried to pick me up a couple months back at a bar." "Is this the only image we have of her?" "Well, it'll take me a while to scrub through the data to get more info, but I'm on it." "I'd send you all home, but I can't even guarantee that that's safe." "We'll handle it." "I'm gonna go be with Kensi." "Keep your ears and eyes open." "Thanks, brother." "You really want to wait till morning?" "What do you think?" "Kens?" "Baby?" "After hours training?" "Ah..." "Didn't know you were still here." "You didn't want to see anybody." "Uh..." "No, I just, I didn't want to interfere with anybody's practice time, that's all." "And I'm going to take the NCIS Special Agent physical fitness test." "Why?" "You don't have anything to prove." "Yes, I do, if I'm gonna come back." "You're gonna let me come back, right?" "I don't think you're ready." "Oh, no, Hetty, you're wrong." "I'm ready." "I'm ready." "I've been jogging and working out and shooting." "I am ready." "All right, let me see you shoot with your left hand." "But I'm right-handed." "So am I." "Okay." "All right." "So, what do you want me to do-- my initials... smiley face?" "Oh, no." "Just shoot the target." "Oops." "Right." "Force of habit." "Okay." "Guess I just need a little more practice." "Just take your time." "♪ But will it always remain?" "♪" "Another gin?" "I'm gonna have a soda with a slice of lime." "You got it, sir." "♪ Can we avoid mistakes from the past?" "♪" "♪ Oh, and what if it dies?" "♪" "Looks like she's not coming in tonight." "♪ Just disappears from your eyes... ♪" "Yeah, I should've gotten her number." "Oh, well." "♪ Well, you don't have to answer... ♪" "You know, you remind me of Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca." "Like a badass, but, uh, also a little sad." "♪ Well, I know you're a dancer... ♪" "He's not wrong, Granger." "You know, Bogey didn't get the girl in the end, either." "That's true." "♪ Oh, is this love?" "♪" "♪ A light in the dark of the world... ♪" "Listen, you might want to add some gin." "♪ Oh, is this love?" "♪" "♪ A light in the dark of the world ♪" "♪ Oh, is this love?" "♪" "♪ A light in the dark of the world... ♪" "Cheers." "♪ A light... ♪" "Gonna be a long night." "We'll get her, G." "Her and everybody else behind this." "We're gonna find the head of the snake." "Then we're gonna chop it off." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"