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♪ When the heat's coming down

♪ I keep it cool underground

♪ I get it in

♪ I sweat it out

♪ On a roll, can't stop me now

♪ Got me falling off
the ground... ♪

[jet engine roaring]

[cheering, clamoring]

All right, Malia,
stay in your lane!

Left wing, Julie!
Left wing!

Come on, girls,
hustle up!

Good job, Warriors, good job![siren wailing]

OFFICER [over speaker]:
Ladies and gentlemen,
please clear the field.

I need everyone to move back
to the parking lot.

Bring all your stuff with you.

Come on, move down
to the parking lot.

Move back down to
the parking lot.

Thank you.

All right, Warriors,
bring it in,

bring it in.

Mom, I don't know
anything about soccer.

They don't care.
Just have fun, okay?

Go be with your team.
I love you. Mmm.

Come on, get off the field,
off the field.

♪

♪

MILIUS: Secure a perimeter
and 24-hour security

while we recover
all classified components, okay?

Excuse me, Captain.

You can't move anything.
This is a crime scene.

Jane Tennant, Special Agent
in Charge, NCIS Hawai'i.

Well, Special Agent
in Charge Tennant,

I'm Captain Joseph Milius.

Deputy Chief of Staff,
Pac Fleet. I know.

Then I suspect
you also know the protocol

for investigating an accident
involving a Navy pilot.

Can we talk for a minute...
privately?

Will it end
this conversation sooner?

It's worth a shot.

Look, you can't be so sure
this was an accident.

Because?

Because your pilot,
Lieutenant Commander Walters,

reached out to my office
12 hours ago.

Wanted to file
a report.

About what?Don't know.

Until I do,
this is a crime scene.

Well, call this site
whatever you want,

but this is
a top secret Navy program,

and I've got a job to do.

I know your next move, Captain.

Gonna run this up
the chain of command?

But what's gonna come back down
is that I'm in charge.

So all you're doing is
delaying my investigation,

which isn't fair
to Commander Walters,

his family...

or even you.

You should tell the wolf pack
this was your idea.

It'll sell better.

Let's give it a
beat, Tennant.

Make it more believable.

OFFICER: Someone want to say
how the fists started flying?

This punk wen touch my girl.Just her nice necklace.

Okay, that's it--
you're coming in.

Hey, those guys started it!Keep it up and you'll go, too.

Officers, please,
your tactics

are just really
harshing my mellow.

How about you mind
your own business, sir?

Look, um...

Had a pretty simple
situation here.

These clowns disrespected
the barkeep.

My tattooed friend there
tried to defend her honor.

And then, uh,

what do you do?

You separate them? No.

You have
a thoughtful conversation

about the power
of listening? No.

You kick ass, you take names,

and then you hope
no one's filming.

Your I.D. Now.

I haven't done anything wrong,
so there's absolutely

no reason for me
to share that with you.

All right, wise guy.

You're going in, too.

It's escalation.

Let's go.

[phone buzzing]

Morning.Morning.

Ooh, pajama day?

I wish.

Youth soccer game
at almost dark thirty.

I'm gonna need the rundown
on our dead pilot

Lieutenant Commander Walters.

Background, fitreps...

Current assignment, friends
and family, recent activity.

And dark Holualoa,
splash of soy.

I have AFMES fast-tracking
the autopsy.

Was there anything left
to autopsy?

Experimental F-35C had
an emergency fail-safe.

Plane goes out of control,
automatic ejection.

Although at that speed,
the force of it

is probably what killed him.

4-H weekend?

No, cleaning campsites
at Bellows Field.

Here.

Jesse, it's my day,
remember?

Oh, well,
where's the new guy?

Not sure, but at some
point, that will get old.

All right, guys,
what else do we know?

Our pilot was at the
stick of a top secret

experimental aircraft with
self-flying capabilities.

He called last night,
told the switchboard

he had something to report.
Did he say what?

No. I left him a voice mail.

But he never returned.

Could be criminal activity,
fraud,

security leak,
something personal.

And the crash could be
completely unrelated.

All right, well, the program's
on hold until we figure out

what happened, so that's
gonna create some heat.

So, Lucy, I need
you to go to AFMES

to get
the autopsy results.

Jesse, I need you to...Hook up with Ernie.

Dive into Commander Walter's
private life.

Please and thank you.

[phone buzzing]

[sighs] I got to
handle something.

[woman speaking Mandarin]

[repeats Mandarin phrase]

Mandarin?

Yeah. I want to read
Journey to the West

in the original
as Wu Cheng'en intended.

[chuckles]
Hey.

I'm trying to get some insight
into Lieutenant Commander...

Lieutenant Commander
David Walters.

Graduated U.S. Naval Academy
with distinction.

Multiple combat tours.
Went Top Gun three years ago.

Transferred to the Pathfinders
as a test pilot

and instructor.Ernie?

I'm looking for more color.

Like why he was coming
into NCIS before the kaboom?

[laughs]
Don't sweat it.

I'll just piggyback
on his social media,

get a full sense of the
man-- hopes, dreams,

weird fetishes if he had any.

I don't think Walters had
social media, though.

Some fighter pilots
don't.

Everyone else does.

His friends, family,
dental hygienist.

He may not post,

but they certainly do.

I'm headed to the pilot's
apartment-- call me.

How'd you know
where I was?

Deputy sergeant texted me
when he saw your credentials.

You know, I got
over 50 résumés for your job.

Interviewed
a dozen highly capable

candidates,
including you.

Getting arrested two weeks in

makes me question my judgement.

Cops at the bar weren't
being professional.

Local and vocal don't
always jibe, and it was

my obligation to correct
their behavior.

No need to involve
the badge.

Look, I won't pretend
to know your experiences.

And I respect
where you're coming from.

Thank you.Not done.

When anyone on my team
gets in trouble,

I'm the first call.

Can't help
if I don't know.

You can't live
with that,

this isn't gonna work.

Understood. Won't happen again.

Hi. I'm gonna need

Commander Walters'
preliminary results ASAP.

Almost done.WHISTLER:
Gonna have to wait.

Whistler.

What's DIA doing here?"What are you doing here?"

is a more pertinent question.

Investigating
a suspicious death.

Of a pilot who worked
a top secret defense project?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Silos, clearances, stakeholders.

Spare me. We've been read in.

No, and yet,
Pac-Fleet asked

DIA to handle the dissemination
of sensitive information,

so you will get the report
when I clear it.

Thank you.

[Whistler clears throat softly]

You're right.

I know.I shouldn't be so pushy.

It's not a good look.And I should respect
the hierarchy.

Hmm, that'd be refreshing.

You still can't see it.

No, it's Inoki.

WOMAN [on phone]:
Can you spell that?I-N-O-K-I.

K-I? Okay.Yeah.

Give me an hour.All right, I'll call
back later, bye.

Hey, sorry.

Got tied up.Not to pile on, New Guy.

But I abandoned a conservation
weekend to get here.

What's your excuse?

Got locked up by HPD.

Hey, it's been two weeks.

New Guy has a name.

Kai Holman.
Born in Waimanalo.

Still holds the record
for the most strikeouts

in the
Interscholastic League.

Former Marine,
including three years CID

before joining NCIS.

See, I listen.
It's not bad.

And, uh, you are Jesse...

something with a B?

[chuckles]

Don't see a lot of uniforms
in places like these.

No photos, no
bottles of booze.

TV's covered in dust.

Walters was a slave
to his work.

But he's going to local
places all over the island.

Anything suggest he had,
like, a drug problem?

Nah, squad-mates say
in the last few weeks

Walters was withdrawn
and worn out.

But wasn't saying why.

Let's check the bedroom.

Commander Walters had a massive
amount of dextroamphetamine

in his system-- 100
to 120 milligrams.

There were signs
of toxic psychosis

and probable cardiac arrest.

Where's the
autopsy report?

I didn't
technically get it.

While Whistler read it,
I read it upside down.

A trick I picked up during a
summer congressional internship.

So we're looking at an overdose,
intentional or otherwise.

All we found at his place
was a bunch of supplements.

Though he's been hitting
every dive bar on the island.

I only talked to Captain Milius
for about ten minutes,

but he didn't seem like
the type of guy

that would miss
one of his pilots

having a drug addiction.

There are pursuits
that compel a man

to retreat
within himself.

In the East, it is often
a sacred vow of silence.

In the West, a girl.

No sign of one at Walters'.

Maybe not, but back
home in Grand Rapids,

they were abuzz.

Walters sent a photo
to his sister who tagged it

for the rest of
the family to see.

Name's Noelani Ilihau.Local.

Yep, and according
to his little sister,

"she rocked his world."

Noelani's social media
went dark a few weeks ago.

I tracked the plates

on the SUV in that photo.

1999 Pathfinder with
expired registration.

The original owner cared enough
to install LoJack.

Of course, the, uh,
subscription lapsed.

You able
to activate it?

[laughing]

Yes.

Turn back around again.

According to LoJack,
we are literally on top of it.

What are you doing?

That Pathfinder's
clearly off-road.

Some of these trails are
about 150 years old.

So they're not gonna register
on that tablet.

But...

they will on this.

OG GPS.

All right.

Here.

You're gonna need
a hat and sunscreen.

Let's go.

That was a pretty fancy trick

you pulled taking
a sneak peek at the autopsy.

Yeah, not sure
Tennant thought so.

You worked for her
a year now.

You know she doesn't hide
where she stands.

Jim Carter worked
for her longer.

And she fired him.

Jim Carter put himself
over the team.

This is different.

You put the team
over the mean girl.

Hey, it's fine.

I was here when Tennant took
over, so she obviously

loves me best,
but I'm pretty sure

you're her second favorite.

You really think Noelani

managed to get
her SUV down this way?

I know she did.

Someone tried to dump it.

It...

And her.

M.E. thinks Noelani's been
here for days. Neck's broken.

Car was in neutral,
she's just laid out across

the driver's seat.
Doesn't look like an accident.

Keep working
the scene.

Hoping for an update?

Accident seems
increasingly unlikely.

Giving you wide berth here out
of respect for the position

you're in, but Walters'
mother and sister

are flying in
to take his remains.

You know that can't happen
till this case is closed.

There is no case.

My people reviewed
the mission computer.

Walters went
into G-LOC, Crashed.

Commander Walters
had dextroamphetamine

in his system.

It's in the tox screen.

And there are
extenuating circumstances.

He was involved with a girl

whose body was dumped
in the mountains.

You implying he killed her,

then killed himself
in that plane?

I'm not implying
anything.

Going where the case takes me.

Your jacket says top
of your class at FLETC.

Only agent to receive
the Medal of Merit three times.

But you know what people say?

You're stubborn

and incapable
of staying in line.

And if I were you,
they'd say I was

persistent
and dedicated.

Look, people are paying
attention to this

all the way up the chain.
One wrong move,

won't just be you and me
taking the fall.

It'll be your
team, too.

[food sizzling]

I'm making your favorite.

Medicine's in
the bag, Dad.

I got to split.Go stay.

Eat this time.

That boss of yours,
she's treating you like

she the mastah or something.No.

No, she's not bad.

Well, then she wouldn't mind
you eating some saimin.

Here.

Look what I found.

Oh, and I ran
into your friend.

The pretty wahine
with the long hair.

Hina?Yeah.

Come as a big surprise
when I tell her you was home.

Hey, we should have a party.

And let everybody see you.

Be 'ohanaagain.

Can't stay for dinner.
I got work.

Hey, you sound like me
in the hanabaddahdays.

Yeah.

Except I'm here
when yougot sick.

She wouldn't want this.

It's a little too late
for you to start caring

about what Mom wanted.

JESSE:
M.E.'s initial report

makes it pretty clear
Noelani was dead

before she hit that ravine.

There was material
under her fingernails.

We've expedited
the DNA analysis.

Nothing in Walters' report
points to him being violent.

I don't think he killed her.

Let's focus on Noelani,
Figure out who she was.

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, crap.

I need a word.

Look, I can--Not with you. Her.

I brought Commander Walters'
declassified incident report.

Oh, terrific.But I didn't need to.

Because I was informed
by Captain Milius that NCIS

already saw the report.
I told the captain

the report hasn't left my sight.
That I take my work

and security protocols
seriously.

And he wondered
how that was possible,

since I failed
so completely at both.

I am filing a complaint
against your Special Agent.

Look, if you have an issue,
it's with me.

I'm the one who passed the
information to Captain Milius.

Which you couldn't have done
if she hadn't stolen it.

She just saw a few key phrases
on a report that you're now

delivering to me.
No harm, no foul.

No. Harm, foul.

I'm an intelligenceofficer.

My mission is to
protect the intel.

And pissing off...

future admirals
will not help my career.

Can I see the report, please?

And no need for a complaint.
I'll clear it up with Milius.

With all due respect, he's more
pissed at you than he is at me.

The lab analyzed the supplements

from Commander Walters'
apartment.
Yes.

Found high levels
of dextroamphetamine.

They were spiked.

This crash just got
a lot more complicated.

[birds singing]

Hey, Alex, get me some
lemongrass from outside.

[knocking]Or get the door!

Hey, Mom, did I remain
the right one?

[knocking]Hang on, Jules.

Alex!

What?

Oh, the door was open.

Nothing.

Hey, Mr. Ernie.

Hey, Julie.

Jesse and Lucy found Noelani's
phone at the crime scene.

Pulled the SIM card--
online profile

only goes back a few months.

Most of her friends
on social media are bots.

Most of her pictures are
photoshopped.

Anything actually real
about her?Well, she really worked

as a cocktail waitress at
a place called Namaka Ale House.

Paystubs go back a few weeks,
then they abruptly stop.

[sniffing] Mmm,
stew smells amazing.

Alex!

I need you to finish dinner
and get your sister to bed.

On time.Why do I have to babysit?

It's not
babysitting.

It's helping, Alex, and that's

what families do for each other.

[slurping]

I'd add lemongrass.

Jane Tennant, NCIS.

I'm looking for information
on Noelani Ilihau.

Not much to tell you.

She cocktailed for a while,
one day didn't show.

That didn't worry you?

People come,
people go.

That's the bar
business.

Mind if I talk
to the staff?

Look.

You're just doing
your job, I get it.

But this is the pau hanacrowd.

They want to relax.

Can't do that
with cops around.

Please?

[pop song playing]

Another day, then.

[phone ringing]

TENNANT: Hey, Kai.
I was just about to call you.

Yeah, I'm just, uh,
at the office.

Hey, those souvenirs
from the places he visited,

there were dates on them,
some after she died.

Walters was looking for her.

And if he got shut down
at the bar she worked at,

like I just did,
I'm guessing he didn't get far.

Uh, one of the souvenirs is
from Ace's Surf Shop.

I know someone there.
I'll check it out tomorrow.

Send me the address.
I'll meet you.

Look, I got to go alone.

You're new, so you haven't
had the pleasure of my

"we work as a team" speech,

but you can guess
the bullet points.

Allow me to impress you, okay?

And I will let you know
what I know

as-as soon as I know it.

TENNANT:
Okay, I look forward
to being impressed.

♪

Hey, Hina,
I think you, uh,

missed a few spots
there, yeah?

Look, I know
it's been a while--

[groans]

Welcome home, brah.

Here.

Where's da aloha?

I got to hear from your pops
that you're back.

I've been busy.No, you've been hiding.

So why you come now?

Honestly...

work.

A pilot had this

at his house.
And he died.

And then we just found his
girlfriend yesterday murdered.

I don't know
about no murders.

Yeah, but, look,
maybe you...

maybe you know her.

Name's Noelani.

That's not her name.

This is Allana.

We used to hang with her cuz
from Nanakuli High.

She taught the wahine
tourists how to drop

in on the two-footers

until someone offered her
a new job a while back.

What kind of job?

Look, I'm here so that
other cops won't be.

You can talk
to me, okay?

We're hoaaloha.

Yeah, the same friend
that joined the Marines

and left for
the mainland.

Not even a "see ya."I had to leave, Hina.

I didn't want
to talk about it.

And now, not even
a "hey, I'm back."

I understand that
you're mad at me.

Look, we all got
our troubles, Kai.

Still...

you never turn your back
on the ocean.

What about Allana's troubles?

Some buggah offered her
a job.

Sort of like a hostess.

Get close to the guys.

Make them feel special.
Paid good.

Sounded sketchy to me.

Who made the offer?

I don't know.
Never saw him.

Had a funny kine nickname.

Big Luna.

Nothing in any law
enforcement database

about a Big Luna-- either
he knows how to stay hidden

or your source was
playing you.

If my source says there's
a Big Luna, there's a Big Luna.

TENNANT: All right, well, let's
focus on Noelani or Allana.

What else do we know?

Don Sloane.

Dated our girl
a few months last year.

She disappeared, he filed
a missing persons report.

He's a DOD engineer?

And works top secret aircraft.Local girl

dates guys with need-to-know
information, works them

until she becomes a ghost.

So at best we're dealing
with a con woman. At worst...

A spy.So I'm guessing whoever's
running the ring

killed Allana when Walters
started looking for her.

Made sure that she couldn't
be tied back to them

and then made sure
Walters stayed quiet, too.

Well, me showing up at the
Ale House is gonna spook them.

Where's Don Sloane now?

He's locked his location apps.

See if he has a fitness tracker.

Guys got busted using
them on deployment.

Dudes take every precaution

until they want
to log their miles.

ERNIE:
Huh, he does.

Also got an anonymous IP
logged into his account.

We're not the only ones
tracking him.

[indistinct chatter]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

You get his plates?

Damn.

All right, how about 6:00
tomorrow? Can I get Inoki then?

Yep, all right, I'll be there.

Hey.

Everything okay?Yeah, yeah.

How'd it go
with Sloane?

Either he's a professional liar
or he's telling the truth.

Which is...

Uber driver took him
to the Namaka Ale House

where he met
a waitress.

Allana.

They started to date,
he thought it was the real deal,

which is why he reported
her missing to HPD.

Yeah? Was he compromised?

One night he blacks out, thought
he had too much to drink.

Ended up at home,
nothing out of place.

He didn't connect the dots
until we did.

This is espionage.

What would you
like today?

Hey, uh...

Kalua pig, uh... manapua.

And, uh, loco moco, yeah?
Extra gravy!

Shoots!You want anything?

Is that all for you?No.

No, no, no, I-I've been here
for, like, two weeks,

and I haven't paid
for a single coffee.

So... thought I'd bring
some culture to the team.

I'm pleading vegetarian
on this one.

All right.

You're order number 15.
Thanks, yeah?

[chuckles]All right.

You know, the things
we do for our kids.

Hey, you're a good mom to give
up the finer things in lunch.

My daughter would
agree with you.

My son recently pretty much
sees me as a prison warden.

Hey, it's hard being a mom.

It's, uh, it's hard
being a son, too.

This whole case goes
back to the bar.

Someone there is using locals
to steal military secrets.

And the only lead
we have is a name.

Big Luna.

Ooh, looks like our spy ring
didn't compromise Walters.

His credentials
aren't being used

at anomalous IP addresses
or multiple locations.

Yeah, well, they spoofed the
hell out of Don Sloane's phone,

cracked his passwords,
got specs

on the jet, code revisions,
personnel lists.

Hoping there's something
they didn't get.

Just what they needed
from Walters,

which is info on the unmanned
aerial capabilities.

Basically
like a user manual.

Who on the personnel list
would have access?

That's the irony.
The spies know.

But we don't have access
to that intel

unless DIA gives it
to us.

So...

time to practice
our apologies.

[exhales]

[knocking]

Oh, look who's here.

Did you come by
to clean up your mess

and save your ass?
Or maybe take a swing at me?

[stammers]
No, no, no, I, um...

came to apologize.

I was out of line
and put you in a jam.

And it wasn't right

or fair.

And I'm sorry.

♪ That I'm too young to know

♪ I love you so...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
We-we can't do this again.

Uh, yeah,
that's a horrible mistake.

Well, I wouldn't say
horrible.

I'm agreeing with you.

♪ If we just wait a while

♪ No tears for us

No, that's okay.
I'm not thirsty.

Why are you here?

♪ And wear a smile...

Commander Walters was murdered.

So was the girl he was seeing.

We think there's a spy ring
stealing intel

on sixth-gen fighters.
We can catch 'em with your help.

You want to know who else is
working on the project.

I can get the info
through channels, but you can

get it faster.What's in it for me?

Professionally speaking.

Uh...

do your job, stop the bad guys,

general sense of satisfaction.

Oh.

[clears throat]

You know, I...
I could use a drink.

Yeah, I think you should go.

And the list of names?

These are
our most likely targets,

all DOD contractors
and employees.

Whistler came through,
but 20 names.

Any way to narrow it down?Sloane and Walters

were single,
no dependents.

From the list, eight are married
with families. Two others

started dating each other
during the project.

That leaves ten.We need to find someone

with access to the same
self-flying capabilities

as Commander Walters.

ERNIE:
Charles Randolph.

Chief designer
of the automated flying system.

Been at Pearl on and off
for two years.

Relationship status?Separated.

Seems to have been kind of mopey
until about two weeks ago.

He met a girl.ERNIE: And according
to an email he sent

from his work computer,
her name is Sally.

Cocktail waitress.

At the Namaka Ale House?Yep.

And there's an anonymous
IP address tracking

Randolph's phone,
just like Don Sloane's.

They're going
after him, too.

They didn't get
what they wanted from Walters.

So they need this piece,
or the rest of it's useless.

According to his cell phone,
Randolph

arrived at the Ale House
15 minutes ago.

New Guy, you get in any trouble,

just say, "I'm new
to the island," we'll come.

[indistinct chatter, clamoring]

KAI:
Got eyes on Randolph.

WAITRESS:
What you drinking?

Hey, uh, Hirata Shochu
if you have it.

New batch coming
for the holidays.All right, uh...

...green bottle,
green bottle's fine.

Shochu?

It's a local spirit
made with sweet potatoes.

Nectar of the gods.

Hey, Myra!

TENNANT:
Any action in there, Kai?

It's all foreplay.

Bartender's serving Randolph
off the menu, though.

They could be dosing him,
like they did Don Sloane.

I got something else.

Dude at the bar
hasn't touched his drink.

Busy watching Randolph
and the girl.ERNIE: "Dude?"

Got anything more to help?

Tattoo, parrot on the shoulder?

Signed affidavit he's Big Luna?

It's dead tonight,eh, bro?

Where's the party?

Hmm.

Everywhere's
the same these days.

Yeah, yeah.

Man, there
used to be a...

this, this-this joint,
Helena's, you know?

It's barely a joint,
it's just a shack.

They stay
on School Street.

Yeah, yeah, that's right!

Hey, uh...

Which side of the road
was Helena's on?

Was it...?
North, bro.

Yeah, yeah.

Randolph's in play.

Being taken out back.
Dude's not a local.

He's in on it.

[indistinct chatter]

Where you going, huh?

It's just, where,
where's the bathroom in here?

[scoffs] Hey, I'm...

I'm new to the island...Jesse, Lucy!

You take the front,
I got the back.

[both grunting]

Federal agents!

[engine starts]

Randolph's upstairs!

[tires screech]

NCIS! Stop!

Hey!
Let's go!

TENNANT:
How'd you know he wasn't local?

I asked where Helena's was,
he said north.

Real local would've
said mauka.

Ernie, you got eyes
on his vehicle?

Yeah, heading leeward
at the fork.

How far behind are we?Let's just say go faster.

Federal agents, keep your hands
where I can see them!

Hey! Got her!

[grunting]

JESSE:
Damn!

Remind me never
to piss you off, Lucy.

ERNIE:
Suspect turned off-road

a quarter-mile ahead
of your position, slowing down.

Guess he thinks he lost you.

Kind of feels
like he did.

All right,
daytime surveillance shows

a structure 100 feet
from the coast.

Might be hard to see.

TENNANT:
Not so hard.

NCIS!

Hands!

[grunts]

[gun clicking]

That's it!

You're out of road!

Put your hands up

and walk slowly
towards me.

Hey! Hey, don't,
don't, don't!

What the hell?!

No! No! No! No!

Really?!

[shouts]

♪

[gasps]

[grunting]

[shouting]

[grunting]

Trust me!

Never turn your back
on the ocean.

Noted.

Uh...

You kind of got us into this,
you got a way to get us out?

Hey, hey!

The Coasties aren't lying.

They're always ready.

[laughter]

This everything we recovered
from Big Luna's safe house?

Hard drives smashed.
Files and photos burnt.

Just the kind of puzzle
that gets my circulation going.

LUCY:
Did find this.

Dextroamphetamine.
100 milligrams per pill.

Colored to look like our pilot's
vitamin supplements.

Big Luna must have snuck it
into our pilot's house

to dose him.Mm-hmm.

DNA on his knife
also matched what

was under Noelani's fingernails.

He killed her, too.

So we-we still don't know
who he worked for

or how much of the jet program
was compromised.

Hey, speak for
yourself, New Guy.

Bartender Myra claims
to be a victim,

but she served spiked drinks,
led Randolph

up into the room,
gave as good as she got

on the stairs with Lucy...Did not.

JESSE: So I called a friend at
Commerce and Consumer Affairs,

figured out who owns the
bar, contacted their bank

about suspicious
money transfers.

Did you time this
for when she walked in?No.

That's just clean living.

That man forced me
to help him.

Threatened my family!

You saved me!Compelling story, Myra.

Just not accurate.

The bar you work for is
owned by a company

called the 'O Ahi Group.
Hawaiian LLC.

Financed by a holding company
based in Beijing.

Okay...It's a cover.

For the Chinese Ministry
of State Security.

Our theory is you were
born in Honolulu...

but trained by MSS.

I'd really think hard
about what to say next.

Because my friend here...

hates spies.

Let's talk
about experimental jets.

[drums beating slowly]

Ready... salute!

Something you need,
Special Agent?

Lieutenant Commander
Walters came to NCIS

because he suspected
a spy ring.

Wouldn't have been able
to stop it without him.

Wanted to pay
my respects.

I'm known
to be somewhat bullheaded.

"Somewhat"?

Okay... completely.

But if my attitude was...
off-putting...

You said I was jeopardizing
the careers of my entire team.

You wouldn't even take my
call on Whistler's behalf.

I'm passionate about my people.

Tempers rise when you care.

Is this you apologizing?

Yes.

Well, it's very uncomfortable.

You did good work.

Stopped the bad guys, protected
international security...

and the honor of our pilot.

Apology accepted.

♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Hey, cuz.

Aloha.

Hello, hey.

Hey, what's up?
Hey!

I was just about to talk stink.Hey, no.

You better not have.
I was out saving the world.

Okay?Sure you were.

[dog whines]Hi, pup.

Oh.

Hey, I can't stay too long,
so...

Oh, whatever, brah.

Hey.

[laughs]
Hey!

Who's this now? [laughing]

That's Inoki.

Fresh out of quarantine.

Ah, you're a fine
looking fella.

Hey, he remind of, uh--

Hachiko.
Yeah.

Your mother loved that dog.

Hey, I bet Inoki wouldn't
mind going for a long walk

after two weeks
in the big house.

[stammers]
Um...

[chuckles softly]

Yeah, yeah, he probably could.

Yeah.
Hey.

Listen, Kai.

About the other day...

Hey, Pop, we're, um...

we're gonna have
a lot of time to talk

about things,
okay, so, um,

why don't you two get
to know each other?

Yeah?

Oh, Inoki, gonna
be maukaor makai?

Maukagot more trees, but
makaigot the mangroves.

Hmm? We go, come on.

♪ Island style

♪ From the mountain
to the ocean ♪

♪ From the windward
to the leeward side... ♪

Hello?

Door was open.

You made it!

And you brought a feast.

My dad forced me to bring it.

Your father doing okay?

I'm not psychic.

You mentioned he was sick
in your application.

That's why you wanted
the assignment.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's fine.

I didn't mean
to pry, sorry.

No, no, no, no,
you're right, uh...

That's why I wanted the
billet. I just, um...

I never expected to...

[laughter]You're-you're
the entertainment tonight.

[indistinct chatter]

I thought this was
just gonna be a job.

But I have realized

that it's a lot more fun
to do it with someone

that you would, uh...

follow off a cliff.

That was dumb.

That was dumb, absolutely dumb.

[both laugh]

That smells delicious.
Let's take it outside

so everyone can enjoy it.All right.

♪ I love my grandma...

Hey, guys!

Kai's here!What's up, team?

Hey!Welcome.

Thank you, I made it.
Thank you.

♪ From the mountain
to the ocean ♪

♪ From the windward
to the leeward side ♪

♪ On the island

♪ We do it island style

♪ From the mountain
to the ocean ♪

♪ From the windward
to the leeward ♪

♪ Side.

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