Thank you, Demitri.
Is it...
Real?
They believe only 42 of the tsar's 50 eggs
survive today.
This is 43.
As far as any authorities are concerned,
this no longer exists.
Yet there it is.
Its beauty and value increasing every year.
Just like me.
And exactly how beautiful is it?
Seven million.
And since you are my 100th customer,
I'll give you the history lesson for free.
Antonio, we need champagne.
Antonio.
Demitri, find Antonio.
It's so difficult to find good help these days.
Don't you think?
Ah. Well...
this bubbly isn't going to pop itself, hmm?
Quickly.
Someone will have heard that.
Thank you, Romanovs.
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All I'm saying is that maybe a show
where a woman picks her husband
out of a lineup of men after... what, like, five dates...
is not a great example for an impressionable young woman.
Give me a break. She knows it's scripted.
- Rosa knows that it's not real. - Huh?
And I assumed you did, too.
- Not real? - What?
I mean, come on, one of the guy's jobs
is "meatball specialist." That is not a job
in the real world.
Well, I wasn't certain of the career logistics.
I just thought you were making meatballs,
- like, all day... - Hey.
- What? Hey. Hey. - Hey, guys.
Going on? Hey, hey, hey.
- How's it going? - Pound.
- Oh. Double pound. - Hey, hey. Yeah.
- What is going on? - You haven't happened to
go into the burn room today at any point?
At 9:00 a.m. on a Monday morning?
Ha! Yeah, that... that'd be crazy.
No reason. Everything's fine. Good to see you guys.
No. You do realize
I'm a detective, right?
Actually we're both detectives, babe.
- See? Nothing gets by us. - Mm-hmm.
Okay, fine. All right.
Me and Fatima, we keep this list
of absence excuses in this little notebook
and we hide it in the burn room.
It's the only way we can keep our stories straight!
Okay, calm down.
But also, have you never heard of text messages?
A digital trail?!
With Kilbride looking over our shoulders?
Ain't no way.
Look, Fatima hasn't shown up to work yet
and I can't find the list.
- If Kilbride asks, I'm... - He is gonna
see straight through your lies, Pinocchio.
- Agent Rountree. - Oh.
I know that your generation is,
uh, anti-hustle culture.
But it is 0900
on Monday morning, and I can't
seem to find Agent Namazi anywhere.
She had a car appointment.
An appointment she specifically made during business hours.
Have her come to my office when she gets here.
It was a medical emergency.
Was she hurt?
No. Uh... her dog is.
Her dog?
I thought you said
her appointment was for her car.
Yes, I did.
Um, uh...
her dog was... was hit by a car.
Oh.
And our thoughts and prayers are with...
...him.
Thoughts and prayers.
"Coholay."
"Coholay"?
"Coholay."
"Coholay"?
Vanilla oat milk latte for "Coholay"?
So, what do you think?
Sorry?
What do you think your cup is gonna say?
I've gotten Raft,
Rizzo, Raven.
Two days ago, I got Rafiki.
From The Lion King?
- From The Lion King. - Huh.
Well, he did write Timon on my cup yesterday, so...
Huh. Maybe he's going through a Disney phase.
Hey, I like your necklace.
Oh, thanks.
A girl from the Muslim Community Center sells them
to help raise funds for our volunteer group.
We help displaced families from Kabul settle in Los Angeles.
I can give you the Etsy link if you're interested.
Yeah, for sure. That's really cool.
Yeah, cool.
"Coholay."
Chloe?
Hooked on Phonics couldn't save us all.
Oh, that's mine.
- Moment of truth. - Mm.
Susan?
Oh, look at that! Thank you, Danny.
Susan? Is that right? Absolutely not.
Do I look like a Susan to you?
- I'm Fatima. - Riffat.
But my friends call me Susan.
Simba.
Better have a good reason for summoning me.
Are we briefing a ghost ship in here?
Where is everyone?
I thought you'd want to be first to hear this, sir.
Two Russian nationals were found dead this morning
on a yacht in Marina Del Rey.
Demitri Fedrov and Simeon Babanin.
Now, both of this guys were in the military
before they eventually started working
for paramilitary Wagner Group.
And most recently,
Demitri's been wanted for the smuggling and selling
of cultural artifacts out of Syria.
I'm not seeing the point, Agent Rountree.
When I ran the USCG doc on the boat,
it was registered to none other than...
Arkady Kolcheck.
Why am I not surprised.
Did you contact Agent Callen?
- Arkady was attacked. - On his boat?
What? No, at his house.
What house?
Arkady's. What boat?
Arkady's.
What the hell is going on here?
You first.
Arkady was attacked at his house this morning.
He called and left a message for Callen
saying he'd made it to some sort of safe house.
Do we know if this is related to the shooting?
- What shooting? - What shooting?
I'll take this one.
The shooting on a boat this morning
that was registered to Arkady.
No, we don't know anything about that.
But Callen did ask us to ping this number
from Arkady's burner phone. I'm sending it to you now.
- But isn't he at a deposition? - All right,
let's get some semblance of organization here.
Agent Rountree, you run the search on the burner.
If he is involved in this,
we need to know about it immediately.
Wait a minute. I thought Arkady was officially
out of the espionage business.
Even if he is, it doesn't mean that one of his past mistakes
isn't gonna come back and bite him in the butt.
I think we at least need to entertain the thought
that perhaps someone hasn't been as honest
about his retirement as previously thought.
Should I call Callen?
No.
Want something done right, you got to do it yourself.
That's what I always... I never say that.
This is Arkady's last know location?
Yes, sir, it's the last place
the burner pinged before losing signal.
Grisha?
Guess again.
What sort of a moron
decides to make a safe house from...
whatever this place is?
Am I alive?
Judging by the looks of this table, barely.
Listen, a Russian would not look for another Russian
in a bar that serves rum-based drinks.
It is a brilliant and delicious plan.
Okay, let's just pretend that
you've caught me on a good day
and that I am willing to
ignore the gross negligence, the nepotism,
and the utter ignorance
that has led us to this idiotic moment.
No, I... I was not done with that.
Okay, okay. Relax.
What happened this morning?
I was going to my car like any other morning,
when suddenly, two guys run up with guns.
I ran over one of their feet and then I took off.
How does this relate to the shooting on your boat?
What boat?
Oh, don't start that with me.
I haven't had a boat in 40 years.
Well there are two dead Russians on a boat in the Marina
registered in your name.
Any idea why that might be?
Must be...
another Arkady Kolcheck?
Make that coffee.
Good idea. Irish coffee.
You got it.
Hold the Irish.
All right. Is this any way
to treat a friend who was nearly killed today?
"Friend" is a generous term.
Really, I have no idea about a boat.
I swear on the memory of my grandmother.
Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe
that you have zero ideas as to how this happened.
Hollace,
I am just your typical retired ex-KGB agent
that defected to America.
Who could possibly want me dead?
If this actually turns out to be Arkady's boat
- I'm gonna be pretty pissed - Photos.
about the 20 bucks he owes me.
- Notes. - Thanks.
All right. Two victims.
One gunshot wound in the head,
one in the chest.
It's a murder-suicide.
At least that's what the initial report says.
I don't think it's that clear-cut.
- What do you got? - Look at this pooling.
I mean, if this guy shot himself right here...
why is that wall completely clean?
There should be spatter.
These bodies were moved.
Well, LAPD didn't find any security cameras, so it's
possible somebody just moved the bodies and then took off.
Okay, that's weird that they wouldn't have
some kind of surveillance system installed, right?
I mean, what are you thinking, Nancy Drew?
I'm thinking that maybe there is one,
just not that someone could see.
- Like a hidden camera. - Mm-hmm.
Ooh.
Like, for instance,
a fancy two-way mirror!
Nope. That's... that is just a...
That is a regular mirror.
What are you doing?
Well, IR cameras reflect light, right?
So if there is a hidden camera,
we should be able to catch the refraction in the lens.
And by the way, we should always remember to do this
when we stay at one of your mother's
"vetted" vacation rentals 'cause nowadays
there's hidden cameras everywhere.
Well, I mean, not everywhere, right?
I mean, let's not be paranoid, right?
- Huh. Vents. - Vents?
- Hmm. Clocks. - Clocks?
- Showers. - Showers?!
- Yep. Oh. - Oh.
- Smoke detectors. - Smoke detectors.
Oh, Nancy Drew, you did it again.
I-I'm fine, I promise.
You want to speak with him?
No. He, uh, I-I...
Okay. I'll tell him.
I love you too.
What'd Anna say?
Hmm? Oh, nothing, just...
thank you for saving me,
which you did not do. I saved myself.
But you did drive me here.
But I must tell you, I hate this place.
It smells like crab shack.
At least in my safe house
- we had blended drinks. - Well, I'll keep that in mind
next time someone decides to attack you.
- Hey, Callen. - Rountree.
Fatima.
Kensi and Deeks able to find anything at the crime scene?
They found surveillance footage
from a camera that was hidden inside of a smoke detector.
And because of our, uh,
complicated relationship with this case,
LAPD has asked us to analyze the footage.
Now, the angle is a little bit limited, but uh, check it out.
We got gunfire coming from multiple angles in the room.
Crime scene was staged postmortem.
Why would they do that?
Uh, I couldn't tell you, but maybe she can.
Oh, a survivor.
Any chance we can ID her?
Facial rec got a match for an INTERPOL red notice for...
Mira.
You know this woman?
Oh. Biblically.
Uh, yeah.
That's correct, uh, Miraslava Borisova.
A museum curator from Moscow
turned black market antiquities dealer.
Back in the day, she had a different alias
for every city she was in.
She had cheekbones that could cut your throat. And legs...
Stop. Please.
How do you know her?
I gave her her start.
She had the access. I had contacts.
It was symbiotic. In more ways than one.
Great. Do you think you can still get in touch with her?
It's been 40 years and...
But, uh...
Uh, yeah, I'll try.
Good. Do it.
- Set up a meeting for us. - With you?
She's not going to talk to cops.
Okay. Then you need to figure out
a way for her to talk with you.
- Well, I can do that. - Mm.
Who hides out in Beverly Hills?
She's a woman of taste, and then she blends in here.
I must admit, I'm a little nervous.
You're sure you're up for this?
Like I said,
Mira is a very reasonable person,
but you are you.
- I mean, she'll trust me. - Okay, well,
if anything does go south...
I've been doing this since before you were born.
Give me some credit.
Miraslava Borisova.
Well, that is a... that is a mouthful.
He knows her from his KGB days.
Apparently they dated before he met Anna's mom.
- Uh-oh. - Do we know if it ended well?
Don't know. Something about a...
relationship that was hotter than Bonnie and Clyde, and...
I pretty much stopped listening at that point.
Yeah, that's fair.
That's actually when I'd start listening.
Mira?
Oh.
Mira?
Mira.
- Wow, you look great. - Oh, you...
Uh-oh, here we go.
It's Arkady.
Kolcheck.
I know who the hell you are.
Guys, what's going on in there?
Can't really tell
yet.
40 years.
And you call now,
on the day I nearly died.
- Oh. - Sorry, I had to do that,
but you really need to calm down.
You set me up, didn't you?
- Just like you did in Malta. - Listen.
They're fighting. they're definitely fighting.
That is the understatement of the century.
It's more like a geriatric WWE.
Uh, Callen, do you want us to go in?
I mean, we could
- wait a minute. - Remember the time he made us
de-rig that car with explosives
because he forgot to mention he boobytrapped it?
Mm, and do you remember the time
where he screwed over your mission in Chechnya?
How about the time he cursed my engagement?
So maybe we just give it a minute.
- Yeah, just a minute. - 40 years
- ago! - Listen!
I just... want...
to... chat.
Then you should have shown up at that dock
like you said you would 40 years ago!
I see you're still upset and that is fair.
It was miscommunication.
Don't. Put down the rack.
All right, guys, now we got to help him.
Let's talk about this, 'cause I really would
like to know what happened in Malta.
- Don't. That is my retirement. - These things
aren't even worth anything anymore.
Don't, don't, don't!
Ready?
- Oh, I'm excited. - Uh-huh.
Oh. Federal agents.
Amicably, huh?
I, uh...
I may have left out a couple of minor details.
Agent Namazi.
Admiral Kilbride.
I, um... I wanted to apologize for my tardiness.
Oh, no need. No need at all.
Agent Rountree's already told me everything.
Yes, my dog.
- Mm. - Yeah. he's feeling
much better.
- Oh, that's so good to hear. - Yeah.
You know, it might surprise you to know that
- I too have a real soft spot for dogs. - Oh.
Have had ever since I befriended
a whole pack of them at Cam Ranh Bay.
Mm.
And you might think this is, uh, kind of
out of character for me, but I think you ought to
bring your dog into work with you.
You know, while he recovers.
Oh. That's not necessary, sir.
He's really doing much, much better.
- Well, good. I'm glad to hear that. - Yeah.
Bring him in anyway. I'd like to meet him.
Sure, sir.
Well, couldn't avoid him forever.
Sorry, I panicked.
A dog? I don't even own a dog.
What am I supposed to do?
How's that iced coffee tasting now?
Deeks, Kensi.
What do you got for us?
Got some good news and some bad news.
Bad news is we still haven't found
anything conclusive on the shooters.
- And the good news? - Good news is
we think we may have identified
the missing object in question from the yacht.
It's hard to authenticate without seeing it in person,
but we think it could be one of eight currently missing
decorative eggs that was manufactured
for the Russian royal family.
Which puts the piece's value in the millions.
If Mira's the middleman, why try to kill her?
Ooh, I think the more important question is
why come for Arkady after the fact?
Unless it was about something more personal.
Uh, Fatima,
send that picture to Callen. He's in interrogation
- with Mira right now. - Will do.
We got to find out how Arkady ties into all of this.
Where... where is Arkady?
Arkady is on a time-out on the deck
because him and Mira won't stop
throwing things at each other
and they need to learn to use their words!
- She started it. - I will finish it.
Miraslava.
You want to tell me what you were doing with this
on that boat yesterday?
You must have me mistaken for someone else.
I've never seen that before.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Because the, uh, surveillance footage would say otherwise.
What do you want?
That boat you were conducting
unsanctioned sales on yesterday...
it's registered in Arkady's name.
Why-why is that?
No idea.
Perhaps you should ask Mr. Smirnoff Ice himself.
I did. And he didn't know either.
So I guess I'll just contact the DOJ
and see if the Task Force KleptoCapture has
any interest in this Russian yacht.
Okay, okay.
It's my boat.
I'm listening.
Arkady is my de jure business partner.
I've been putting his name on everything
from lock boxes to condos from here to Cape Town.
As far as the world is concerned...
...he's been working with me behind the curtain for, hmm...
40 years?
Hmm.
Why have an alias when you can have revenge.
It's petty, but effective.
Mm-hmm.
Arkady was attacked this morning.
Most likely because you've convinced the world
that the two of you are in business together.
That little stunt of yours almost got him killed.
Admittedly, it's, uh, a hazard of his career.
The fake career that you created for him?
Those men are still out there.
As far as they're concerned, I'm dead.
So what do I care?
Because they're still after Arkady.
This may be over for you but he is still in danger.
Well, I suppose he has helped me make a lot of money.
Some money.
Completely legal money.
In Colombia.
These men... they're new clients.
I never met the buyer before.
But since they were vetted by the auction house,
well, I-I didn't pay much attention to it.
You're a fence. Why would you need an auction house?
Antiquities require museum-level care.
You can't just expect da Vinci's Codex Leicester
to survive in Big Bob's public storage locker.
Were they the only ones that knew about the sale?
Them. Well, and, of course, the seller.
Alexey Pasternik.
He was very motivated.
Wanted to move the piece fast.
So Pasternik needed cash and he needed it quickly.
And if you want my opinion...
..."moving fast" is equivalent
to a discount in the millions.
In this industry, that means
there's something wrong with your seller.
- Yo, Fatima. - Hey.
You got anything?
Yeah. Thanks to our girl Mira,
I was able to track down Pasternik,
- our OG egg owner. - Yeah?
Get this: he just died three days ago.
- What? - Yeah.
He threw himself through a closed glass window
on the 12th floor of a condo complex.
Please tell me how's that possible.
Okay, another suspicious death?
That's like what happened on the boat this morning.
Yeah. I'm starting to think
this isn't just some dark coincidence.
Actually, I think it's a pattern. Check this out.
Okay, this is a flight map of all the private jets
that left Russia on February 22.
Now, this is all of the private jets that left on the 24th,
the day of the Ukraine invasion.
So at the first sign of war,
we have all these billionaires taking their money
- and running all over the world. - Mm-hmm.
Including L.A.
This is where it gets real interesting.
Out of all the oligarchs that ran on the 24th,
more than half have faced untimely deaths.
Within a year.
- Half? - Half.
Honestly, this reminds me of something.
Do you remember that rogue group
and what happened to all those frontline workers in China
when they tried to blow the whistle on COVID-19?
Who knew hospital windows were so dangerous.
Yeah. They're doing their own dirty work.
- I'm calling Callen. - Yeah.
Your, uh, client, Alexey Pasternik, is dead.
"Fell" out of a 12th story window.
Well, that is why
I am a ground-floor kind of gal.
Too many flying Russians.
Well, actually, falling Russians.
You know, honestly,
I think our national bird should be the dodo.
Look, you said he was trying to sell his egg fast.
He needed cash.
Who's he trying to get away from?
Not who...
but what.
For years now,
it's been believed that the Russian government
has siphoned the money to its party members,
oligarchs whose loyalties have been bought.
Or so they thought.
But now that sanctions are tightening
and they are in desperate need of cash flow, well...
Those oligarchs finally see
what that money was really meant for.
Which is?
They're blood banks.
A living, breathing fund for the government
to hide wealth in.
And...
for those whose loyalties are in question,
it's time to make a withdrawal.
Why are they after Arkady? He's not an oligarch.
Mm... No.
But he is the head of my operation.
And they didn't like the way you... and by proxy Arkady... were
liquidating Pasternik's assets
before they could collect on him.
Mm...
Among others.
Am I getting this right
in saying that someone within Russia
is putting a hit on their own oligarchs?
So, party members were fed for years
knowing those funds were reclaimable, right?
And then once those blood banks die,
the private estate reverts back to the motherland.
And so if that was happening to several of Mira's clients,
no wonder they put a hit on her, too.
I mean, she was liquidating the targets' assets.
Ultimately stealing funds from the national nest egg.
Fatima's theory is correct.
That these recent suspicious deaths are actually murders.
All of it... moving the bodies, uh,
Pasternik taking a header off the 12th floor... I mean,
all of it was set up to hide what was really happening.
Deeks, those flight maps
show that this is not just isolated to L.A.
This is happening all over the world.
This is so much bigger than we thought.
Agent Deeks, Agent Blye.
- Sir. - Admiral. Any news?
I spoke with the KleptoCapture task force.
They, unfortunately, will not be assisting
any further in our investigation.
- What about the DOJ? - Their official statement
is they are exploring allegations
of transnational efforts
by a certain unnamed country
to reclaim assets of their citizens,
and that some associated deaths
have, in fact, been reported.
Okay, and the unofficial statement?
Russia's getting backed into a corner on the world stage.
They will never admit defeat
and each day that goes by,
their options to end the conflict in Ukraine dwindle.
And right now there is growing fear
that tactical nukes are not entirely off the table.
In other words, they appreciate our limited
and discreet involvement.
And to add insult to injury,
Agent Callen has being pulled.
We received the phone call
we'd been expecting.
He is to join Hanna's joint task force undercover operation.
- Now? - As soon as he is finished
in interrogation, there is a plane waiting for him.
We haven't been able to ID the gunman yet.
How are we supposed to find them?
Well, maybe we don't have to, you know?
The auction house owner that set Mira up with the sale
is the only other person that knows about it
and so therefore the most likely person to have ratted out
Mira and Arkady.
Which means that they would know who the gunmen are
and how to contact them.
Right, so the auction house owner thinks that
- Mira and Arkady are still partners. - Uh-huh.
So let's just say Arkady goes to the auction house
under the pretense he needs to pull
something for a client and...
And then our rat might strike again.
- And we'll have our guys. - Ah.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Mm.
I'll do it. But I have a few notes.
For this to work, you need my ears.
Without guidance, you aren't getting a step into that place.
They can smell a trap a mile away.
The client is going to need to be important,
someone you bend rules for.
Luckily for you, I have many.
Rodgers and Hammerstein called. They want their costume back.
Oh, how dare you?
I'm a member of the Swedish nobility.
Most importantly, remember what this place is.
It protects objects, not humans.
You don't want to get stuck somewhere
if the fire suppression system goes off.
Trust me.
And what is it that you want in exchange?
A second chance.
An Agent Castor arrived with your jacket.
Thank you. You are out?
Mm. Good behavior.
You never got any better at that?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Oh, you...
the man who single-handedly drank the Louvre curator
out of the real Amore e Psiche.
Remember getting it down the stairs?
- I still have back pain. - Oh, well,
you weren't the one doing it in heels.
What did you say to those officers?
"Bonsoir, officers,
the gift shop... they ran out of large bags."
Mira...
About Malta,
I should have believed you.
The necklace was not worth...
Shh.
Today I almost got you killed.
Let's just call us even.
Even?
There. That should do it. Mm?
Oh...
Oh, that smile.
It never aged a bit.
- And now for the finishing touch. - Oh?
I requested something special
to help you get into character.
Behold...
...the real Arkady Kolcheck.
Oh, groovy!
Arkady Kolcheck.
Mic is live.
Rupert is expecting me.
It's for account
822...
0037.
For account 822...
- 0037. - Of course.
But your bodyguard will have to stay outside.
Company policy. Follow me.
Fatima, anything?
No. Rupert's dragging his feet.
He still hasn't made the call.
That is so weird. What is he waiting for?
Mr. Kolcheck, in the flesh.
I have to say I've worked with Miraslava
for years on your behalf, but never imagined
I'd have the pleasure of meeting you in person.
Well, my client deserved
special escort. I mean, he did come long way for this.
Yes.
Ja.
I studied abroad in Stockholm years ago.
I still remember the little day trips to Tyresta.
Ja.
Well...
Mr. Kolcheck, if you'll just follow my assistant,
uh, she'll take you to your lockbox to procure your item.
Under the circumstances,
I mean, could you have them bring it out to us?
Well, I'm afraid you will have to use your personal key.
But don't worry, I'll entertain your guest till you get back.
Vault number two.
Ja.
Skol.
Look, no one mentioned a key.
Mira? Hello?
I lost Mira.
Fatima, can you check her comms?
It says it's still connected.
- What about Castor? - I'm not getting
an answer from Castor's cell either.
You may enter.
Oh.
Hello, Rad'noy.
Guys, I'm still not getting through to Castor.
Arkady, come in.
Arkady?
I lost Arkady's comms.
Something's up. I'm going in.
Copy that. I'll head in through the back.
And I thought I was going to have to kill you twice.
I'm sorry, Arkachev.
One has to go where the business opportunities are.
Immunity and a modest profit
in exchange for you
and our client list.
Well,
that's far better than prison, don't you agree?
The deal?
Aim for the head.
Don't make the same mistake I did.
Duck!
Is that the fire alarm?
Worse. It's the CO2 suppression system.
It's probably coming from one of these storage facilities.
Where Arkady is? CO2 levels only need to be
seven percent of the air for someone to suffocate.
In a room that tight, that could happen in minutes.
Awesome.
Arkady, get away from the door!
Aah!
Arkady!
I have eyes on Arkady, but they're surrounded.
"They?"
Hey.
Oh, ja.
All right.
I could use a little help here, guys.
I'm heading to you now.
Kensi! What is she going to do with that?
Oh, never mind.
Throw it.
Stay down!
- Kens, you okay? - Yeah. You're a little late.
Did you take this guy with a serving platter?
Listen, there isn't much time.
I will distract them and you make run for it.
Not this time.
We'll always have Malta.
All right. So, what are we thinking...
tacos or... Ooh.
Maybe we switch it up,
head to Sawtelle for some udon, mm?
- I'm actually gonna have to pass. - What?
I have plans with a new friend.
A new friend?
Mm-hmm. I actually met her at the coffee shop this morning.
Well, at least something good came out of it.
Yeah, seriously.
Hey, you know what?
I might have found a solution for our little problem, okay?
- Oh. - Hear me out.
There's this shelter,
and they actually let you walk the foster dogs.
So what I'm thinking is... I'm just gonna tell him.
I mean, we can't keep doing this forever.
Admiral Kilbride, I...
Your espionage training really shone through today.
- I... - Oh, that...
- Uh... - Uh...
Just get here on time from now on, Agent Namazi.
Doesn't take much of a sleuth to figure out
where all those empty Frappuccino cups
in Ops are coming from.
I'll let you hang on to that.
Damn it.
Hey.
Mira asked me to give you this.
- Her retirement. - Oh, yeah?
Have you spoken with Grisha?
No. He's deep undercover,
but we'll get word to him as soon as we can.
Are you gonna be okay?
Me? Of course.
I have Anna, Grisha. My family.
No matter how dysfunctional we may be,
I would not rewrite one moment of my life
if it meant losing them.
I happen to know that they feel the exact same way.
And besides, Mira is never really gone.
Oh?
Every time my credit score goes down,
I know she is taking out a new account in my name.
But more importantly, she is thinking about me.
Oh. Okay.
So, she never figured out
that that thing is completely worthless?
Mm.
Mira.
Mm... no.
Too expensive.
Anna?
How is my favorite daughter?
About the wedding.
I have a new idea about the open bar...