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♪ E komo mai...

Let's walk, girls.

♪ E komo mai

♪ E komo mai♪

♪ E komo mai

♪ I'm finally home.

Somebody call 911.

Howzit, Hina?

Oh, look who finally
makes an appearance.

That your way of
thanking me for the new job?

It's my way of reminding you
you got responsibilities here.

No, but, seriously...

Thank you
for the new job.

Though your dad
for sure is gonna fire me

when he hears I called you.

- You did the right thing.
- Gonna right-thing
my way

right out of a job.

You're fine.
How is he?

Stubborn. Like you.

Junior Boy.

For katsu,
always double-dip the batter!

Hey, Dad.

She didn't say
it was this bad.

Your face is
all buss up.

Hina call you?

Somebody had to.

She's a spy.

She's a friend, Dad,
and she wouldn't have needed

to call me if you did.

- It's nothing.
- It's not nothing.

I slipped. End of story.

What'd the doctor say?

You know the rules. You
like to stay in my kitchen,

you got to help work.

Pile of dishes not
gonna wash themselves.

You didn't see a doctor?

No need for involve
any doctors.

Why are you running the kitchen,
Dad? You can barely stand up.

Kimo! Da burner's too hot!

What, you think this place
made out of money?

Yeah.

On my way.

Hey, Dad, you need
to get checked out.

I'm on time.

If you're on time,
you're five minutes late.

I have a big brother,
thank you.

Two of 'em, actually.

I've also already been here
for 30 minutes confirming

our injured Marine's
out of surgery

and able to
talk with us.

The next 22 minutes
were spent waiting for you.

Well, there is such
a thing as being too on time.

Anyway, I was just talking
to the responding officer.

- And?
- Wounded Marine

is Master Sergeant
Kaleo Whitman.

HPD was called when
he fell off his horse

in Ka'a'awa. Shot
in the left flank.

It was my day off.

Just riding up Kahana.

And, all of a sudden, I-I felt
this white-hot pain on my side.

Felt like the shot
came afterward.

What happened next?

I rode as fast as I could
before I got shot again.

Any idea who shot you?

I didn't see anybody.

There are hunters
up there.

Must've been one of them.

Mistook me for a trophy?

There's nothing
funny about this.

I know, babe. I'm...

I'm sorry.

Uh, let's
go over this again.

I don't understand.

He just told you
it was an accident.

NCIS investigates all shootings

involving Marine
or Navy personnel.

Even if it's an accidental one.

Does it need

to happen now? My
husband just got out

- of surgery.
- It's best to get it

when it's fresh in his mind,
yeah. Won't take long.

Babe, you know what I could use?

Some of them ice chips
the nurse promised me.

Please.

I'm sorry.

It's just a lot for her.

Be a lot for anyone.

So you're riding
up there,

minding your own business
and then...

[snaps fingers]...bang, you've been hit.

You don't call out
or look for help?

I was in the middle
of nowhere.

Figured I could ride for help.

Didn't realize how bad it was

till blood started pooling
on my saddle.

Any chance

this wasn't
an accident?

What, like someone
intentionally shot me?

Guys,

I work in career planning.

Spend my off-time
with my family.

Pretty boring stuff.

This was...

Near-fatal gunshot wound on
a morning ride is just bad luck?

Could be. But Jesse
and Lucy thought

there might be
more there.

Said the wife seemed
like she wanted them gone.

So you did some more digging
on Whitman's background.

Uh-huh.

Master Sergeant Kaleo Whitman

spent most of his career
with the 1st Marine Division

and the Marine Mounted
Color Guard

until he requested
a transfer home four years ago.

Stationed at K-Bay
as a career planner.

Lives with his wife
and son.

Record clean?

Few minor dustups

before he enlisted. Kid stuff.

Marines straightened him out.

I'm assuming there's a "but"?

Now, this is where
it gets weird.

Kaleo said a hunter tagged him,
right?

But these are the approved
hunting grounds in the area.

And... this is the location
Kaleo said he was shot.

Two miles seems a little far for
a hunter to accidentally stray.

I mean,
it's possible.

But...?

Spoke to
Forensics.

The bullet pulled
from Whitman was a .380.

From a handgun,
not a rifle.

Maybe he didn't know.

Kaleo Whitman's been a Marine
for close to 20 years.

- He probably knew.
- Which means

he probably lied.

What else is he lying about?

Kaleo said he was shot
a half mile from here,

but this is the area
the dogs tracked the blood to.

Risky play,
lying to NCIS.

Considering he must've known we
were gonna check his story out.

This is where Kaleo
was hit.

Blood spatter's consistent
with a slug to the side.

Okay, what else
do you see?

Judging by the fact
that the suspect used a handgun,

not a rifle,

as well
as the bullet trajectory...

Dense tree cover this way.

Only clear position the shooter
could've had would've been...

around here.

Which is a clear line of sight.

Kaleo was on horseback in a
bright-colored flannel shirt.

Which isn't something
you accidentally hit

unless you're...
drunk or blindfolded.

Drunk,

blindfolded or on a ATV.

And ATVs are loud.

Which means he saw the suspect,
or at least heard him.

Also means

not a single part
of Kaleo's story is true

except that he got shot.

Jesse and Lucy

found at least seven shell
casings at the crime scene.

This wasn't accidental.

Whoever shot Kaleo
intended to kill him.

So I spoke to his C.O.
and members of his unit.

Kaleo was squared away.
No sign of trouble in his life.

All evidence
to the contrary.

Time for him
to tell us the truth.

He's gone.

He left in a hurry.

He pulled his IV.

No doctor
would have authorized this.

Reach out to HPD
and put out a BOLO.

Kaleo Whitman may be on the run.

Master Sergeant Whitman
disappeared

after a nurse's visit
to check his sutures.

Slipped out of the hospital
and no one saw him leave.

Dangerous move, considering
his internal injuries

from being shot.

Hey. Gave Mrs. Whitman
a wellness check.

Says she has no idea
where her husband is.

You believe her? Considering
she was all squirrelly

- at the hospital?
- Well, something's off.

I asked HPD to sit
on her house,

- just in case.
- What about
their son?

HPD's trying to track him down
at his school

and bring him home.

No one informed him
that his father was shot?

Wife said she wanted him
to have a normal day.

Yeah, that makes no sense
at all.

Stay on the wife. Find the son.

Whitman was in some type of
altercation out in the woods.

Took a bullet for his trouble
but won't say a word about it.

Well, did he flee
or was he taken?

Oh, he fled

but had help doing it.

Game tape doesn't lie.

Is that guy wearing
cowboy boots?

Real deal, too.
I'm guessing Ariats.

Heritage Roughstock.

Had a pair in the '90s.

It was a look.

How 'bout a more traditional
ID on the man?

Hoku Alia.

Name he gave hospital security
at check-in.

Hung out in the lobby
for about ten minutes,

then left out a back exit
with Whitman.

Hey, shove over
for a second.

What? That's like bumping Kirk
out of the captain's chair.

Yeah, come on.
You're hardly Kirk.

- You suggesting that
you run the Enterprise?
- Okay,

you can both be Kirk if someone
can connect these two men.

Kaleo Whitman was in the Marine
Mounted Color Guard, right?

Those positions
are usually given to guys

who grew up in horse country
on the mainland.

But Whitman is from Oahu.

Yeah.

Raised in a paniolo family.

Hawaiian cowboys.

Alia Ranch,

as in Hoku Alia?

Looks like these guys
are cousins.

Whitman and Hoku
were raised on this ranch.

Still run by his parents.

And Whitman's parents?

His dad died when he was a kid.

His mom wasn't around.

Kaleo started acting out.
The Alia family took him in.

I'm guessing
he still has ties?

That's why he moved back
to the island?

Yeah, he's been bringing
his son Micah here weekly.

They compete
in rodeos.

Got to give
the Hawaiians credit.

Integrating cowboy
culture into their own.

Goes all the way back
to King Kamehameha III.

I didn't know.

Cowboys have a code, right?

So do paniolo.

They use the word "hanohano."

"Honor."

You read an article
or something?

Nah.
I just like cowboys.

Federal agents.

Looking for Kaleo Whitman
and his cousin Hoku Alia.

Just want to talk to 'em.

Sorry, ma'am.

Can't help you.

Boss.

Five o'clock.

Hoku Alia!

Saw that coming.

Leave him alone!

I didn't do anything, man.

First rule
of not looking guilty--

don't run from the Feds.

Where's
your cousin Kaleo?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Second rule--
don't lie to the Feds.

We have video of you
leaving Tripler with Kaleo.

If you don't want this whole
ranch crawling with NCIS agents,

you'll want to be
more forthcoming.

Kaleo called,

said he needed some new clothes
to leave the hospital in.

So I brought them.

Nothing illegal
about that.

So why'd you run?

You reminded me of my ex-wife.

Funny.

Your cousin's
been shot.

He's already lied to us
about what happened.

Now he's disappeared.
This doesn't look good.

- Where's Kaleo?
- I don't know.

It's okay.

Somebody shot your cousin.

And if he's running,
then he's worried

that someone's
gonna finish the job.

Or he's going
after them.

Neither version
ends well for Kaleo.

By not talking to us,

you're jeopardizing his life.

Isn't 'ohana important
to you?

Hanohano?

I brought Kaleo here.

He took his horse, headed mauka.

Your gut-shot cousin

took off into the mountains
and you didn't ask why?

Which stall?

What?

Which stall was his horse in?

What you got, boss?

Backpack.

Looks like a kid's.

I don't know
what you expect to find.

Kaleo's a good guy.

It's crystal meth.

More than three pounds.

Nothing good about that.

Been doing a
chemical analysis

of the meth we got
from the ranch.

Since you called us
down here,

kind of figured
there'd be more.

Michelangelo didn't paint
the Sistine Chapel in one day.

You're comparing this
meth to Michelangelo?

He's comparing himself
to Michelangelo.

Well, to be precise,
I sculpt with data.

He sculpted with marble.

Right. That is
the only difference.

All right.

Good news, bad news.

The meth has a unique
chemical makeup.

If we can track
the distribution,

I might be able to figure
out who's dealing it.

Okay, what's the bad news?

I need to take a trip to HPD

to access the...
narcotics database.

That's bad how?

Detective Reed.

From the drug task force.

They used to date.
They don't anymore.

It's a thing.

Never mix business
with pleasure.

People just end up
getting hurt.

Broke your
heart, huh?

It's okay.

Uh, it's HPD.

No sign of Whitman's son Micah
at school today.

- Or anywhere.
- Since the meth

at the ranch was found
in a kid's backpack,

I'm thinking this
isn't a coincidence.

Time to check back in
with the wife.

- Okay.
- See what she knows.

You got to be kidding me.

Is that from Tennant?

It's just family stuff.

Want to talk
about it?

I've had every issue
imaginable with my family.

Nope. I'll pass.

Seriously?

We're both millennials.

Oversharing's
kind of our thing.

My thing is keeping personal
and professional separate.

Even so, sometimes an
outsider's opinion helps.

It's my father.

He's fallen over
a few times.

Is he sick?

Yeah. Came back
to help take care of him,

but it seems he doesn't want
to take care of himself.

How so?

Skipped his last four
doctor appointments.

Maybe he's worried
if he goes to the doctor,

he'll get more bad news.

Mrs. Whitman.

Special Agent Tara
again. This is

my colleague... We already spoke.

I know...

And I told you
I don't know where Kaleo is.

We're actually here
to talk about your son, Micah.

Is he home?

No. I'm sorry.

He wasn't at school
today either.

Micah's fine.
And now's not a good time.

Hey, ma'am,
all due respect,

we can't find
your husband.

And we believe he's involved
in something serious.

Possibly Micah, too.

So if we can have
a few minutes.

And you told Special Agent Boone
that Micah was at school.

I thought he was.

Aren't you surprised
to find out he's not?

He's probably with
his friends.

That's what they do sometimes.
They skip class.

Well, there's more.

Uh, we found several pounds
of meth at the ranch.

In your son's
backpack.

Is none of this a surprise
to you?

I really can't talk right now.

Well, we need to speak
to Micah. So if you can

start calling... I think you should leave.

Sorry, may I please use
your bathroom?

Make it quick.

Okay, just... Okay.

Uh, Mrs. Whitman.

Is everything okay?

I'm just worried for my husband.

I need time
to process.

Of course.

I understand completely.

He must have snuck in
the back way.

Or was there all morning.
I don't know.

That was pretty
quick thinking.

Signal for help.

Saw it on the news.

Any idea who he was?

What he wanted?

Kaleo.

He wanted to know
where he was, but I don't.

So... he said

we'd wait.

And if I tried anything,
he was gonna cut me into pieces.

Okay, clearly your husband
is involved in something bad.

We want to help.

But we can't do that
if you don't help us, too.

I don't know.

You want to know
what I think?

You're protecting someone.

Kaleo, too.

That's why he's been
acting so irrationally.

It's your son Micah,

isn't it?

This is his.

Kaleo is
a good man.

He's just trying to fix this.

What exactly is
Micah mixed up in?

I don't know a lot.

Just that Micah was
in bad trouble with some gang

and Kaleo was trying
to fix it.

Because of the drugs
in Micah's bag.

That gang shot your husband.

Kaleo...
took Micah somewhere safe.

And he met up with them
to try to sort it out, but...

they tried to kill him.

Where's Micah now?

Kaleo didn't tell me.

Explains why he left
the hospital.

He's going to your son.

We're gonna protect your family.

But in order to do that,

I need to know where
Kaleo and Micah are now.

Somewhere in the mountains.

Somewhere only his family knows.

His family?

Like Hoku?

So calm.

How can you do that?
A man just attacked us.

Wasn't calm in the moment.

I feel like I'm seven cups
of coffee in.

Hey, there's
no trick. Just...

too much practice
in life-threatening situations.

After a few tours, you get good
at compartmentalizing.

And the man you shot?

Don't have
a lot of sympathy

for drug dealers
who try to kill my f...

...colleagues.

You almost said "friend."

I almost took
a knife for you.

Actions speak louder
than words.

Yeah.

Hey.

I don't like what I had to do.

And I don't want
to make a habit of it.

But, right now,
I'm just...

I'm cruising on adrenaline.

And tonight I will crash.

All right, for what it's worth,

the suspect you took down
was a real scumbag.

Name's Jon Mendoza.

Just released from Halawa for an
assault that left a guy blind.

And that's
the cherry on top

of a lifetime of felonies.

What about
gang affiliations?

Uh, his ink connects him
to at least four.

He plays the field.

So we're no closer to ID'ing
the group slinging the meth?

- Well, we're a little closer.
I managed to pinpoint

the chemical makeup
of the drugs.

So...

now I guess I'm...

If-if you're on your way to HPD,

- I'm coming.
- No, no, no.

You're not invited.

A] I'm useful.

And B] don't you want a wingman

for when you see
Detective Reed again?

Fine.

Ernie Malik?

Dalia.

You look good.

Still lifting?

No.

He's being modest, isn't he?

He's definitely working out.

"Modest" isn't a word
that comes to mind.

Uh, can we, uh,
find a meth gang?

You always have the best toys.

Did you get a look at
the, uh, chemical makeup

of the meth I sent, the one with
the irregular isomeric SMILES?

Uh, what are

- isomeric SMILES?
- Stands for

"simplified molecular-input
line-entry system."

Oh, that old chestnut.

It's basically the building
blocks of a molecule.

Depending on how
the meth was cooked,

sometimes they have unique
compounds we can pinpoint

and therefore trace.

You learn this on the job?

She has a master's
in chemistry from UH.

It's why she's
on the task force.

Ernie and I like
getting weird with compounds.

Ew.

I just appreciate
the sciences.

- And the smiling thing?
- Turns out

both the isomeric SMILES and the
deprecated CAS have identifiers.

Whoever was cooking for them
clearly thinks

they're Walter White.

That's a reference
to a popular TV show.

Oh, yes,
I know what Breaking Bad is.

- I'm linking to
your database.

Pinpointing everywhere this,
uh, particular strain of meth

has been seized.

Hopefully we can
find a pattern.

That's the problem.
This stuff is everywhere.

- It's not a problem,
- Dalia.

Opportunity gap.

I created a reverse
"stone still pond" algorithm

to help narrow it down.

So your, uh... your fancy
skipping stone whatsit

identifies all the meth
with that chemical makeup

and where it might
be coming from?

- I describe it right?
- Sure.

In the same way that someone
might describe the Taj Mahal

as a pile of
marble and jade.

It's gonna take a beat.

That's okay.

I'm into it.

Hoku, we need to know where
Kaleo and Micah are hiding.

Why? So you can
arrest them?

Nobody's been arrested.

Not yet, at least.

Look, we don't think you

or any of the other paniolos
are involved in this.

Micah, on the other hand,
has some explaining to do.

Micah isn't a criminal.

And I want to go now.

Hoku, please.

A man broke into my house,
almost killed me.

They're looking for
Micah and Kaleo now.

You need to tell them.

What do you need to know?

For starters,

you can help

fill in some of the gaps.

Micah got in with the wrong
group of friends at school.

I guess one of them
was earning quick kala,

easy cash.

Told Micah he
could do the same.

Quick cash doing what?

Running packages up and down
the mountain on horseback.

Micah's a good kid.

He just wanted to
contribute to the ranch.

Did Micah know
what he was running?

On his second trip,

Micah opened the package.

The moment he saw the
meth, he wanted out.

It's not the paniolo way,

no matter
how much money is involved.

Except this isn't your "put
your two weeks in" kind of gig.

Micah went to his dad for help.

Kaleo hid him,

then went to talk to the gang.

Why didn't he go to the police
to sort this out?

He didn't want Micah
to get in trouble.

Figured he'd negotiate
with these people,

keep the boy out of the system.

I'm so sorry.

So he hid Micah
in the mountains?

Wanted to get to him
before the gang did.

Okay.

Where in the mountains are they?

I can't tell you.

Listen, man,

we're running out of time.

I can't tell you.

But I can show you.

Okay, whoa, whoa.

Need help getting
on your mount?

No, I'm cool.

Don't look cool.

Totally cool.

Go on.

Let's ride.

Add this to the list of things
I didn't know about you.

Where'd you learn to ride?

Tama Hills.

Tama Hills. Is that Wyoming?

Japan.

My dad was stationed there
when I was 12.

And while the other kids
in my school

were going to game centers,

I went to the stables.

I had a, uh, wooden rocking
horse named Max in Aberdeen.

So, same thing.

But the real thing
really hurts your ass.

Almost there.

You think you're in
pain, Whitman did this

with 27 sutures
in his abdomen.

The things we'll do
for our kids.

The things we won't do
for our kids.

There's got to be

a line, right?

Course there's a line.

Whitman is trying to do
right by his boy, but...

desperate parents don't
always make good decisions.

Must be hard,

working with him every day.

He has his quirks.

I wouldn't be able to
concentrate on anything else.

Oh, I-I didn't mean it like...

He's like a stealth bomber.

You don't even know
what hit you.

I got something.

My algorithm pinpointed

six key
distribution hubs

for our strain of meth.
They're in there.

- Those are public
high schools.

Which makes sense.
Whitman's son was approached

by a friend of his at school
to run drugs for them.

So the gang uses teenagers
to push their products.

Kids get caught,
then can't do hard time.

It's pretty clever.

And also awful.

What's that... place over there?

- Doesn't look
like a school.
- Warehouse

in Waikele. That must be
where they're manufacturing

their meth!

Way to steal my moment,
Dalia.

He always takes too long
on the windup.

Don't remember hearing
a lot of complaints.

- Anywho, the warehouse.
- Yes.

Owned by a man
named Sam Jennings.

Crazy Sam? He
used to run a group

called the Kolohe Krew.
Small-time.

Yeah, they upped their profile.
Threw in with a cartel.

Linked to numerous
gang murders.

We've been looking for
their distro hub for two years.

Thanks to me, you got him.

You want
to seal the deal?

I'd love to see you kick in
a door in those sandals.

Why don't I leave you
both to finish up.

I'm gonna go round up the others
so we can crash that warehouse

and take these guys down.

I was... thinking...

No.

You didn't even let me finish.

You were thinking
maybe we grab lunch or drinks.

Just friends, no strings.
Am I close?

You know how this ends.

I do.

Coffee.

Midafternoon. I pick
the location and we go dutch.

Great.

We're close.

There's blood here.

Ho.

And old dressing, too.

- Hey, Kaleo!
- Hey, shh!

Hands where I can see them!

Jesse.

Do it!

Micah,

put the gun down.

They're with me.

We're law enforcement.
NCIS.

Just here to help.

Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

Where's your dad?

Over here.

Cuz!

Pupils are dilated.

Pulse is thready.
He's going into shock.

Is he gonna die?

We're gonna get him help.

I'm calling
for a medevac.

Here. Here, put
pressure on it.

Okay.

This is all my fault.

Hey. No. Listen,

you did the right thing
by going to your father.

No service.

I'm gonna bandage him up,
but it's not gonna last long.

I'm okay.

- I can ride.
- You can't ride.

- Not like that.
- Unfortunately,

we don't have another choice.

Without phone service,
the only way down

is the way we came.

I'm thinking
about earlier today.

The guy who attacked you?

No. Your dad.

What, now?

Yeah, why not?

Shouldn't you be
worried about all

the gangbangers with guns
we're about to arrest?

This is me compartmentalizing.

Hey, you helped me.
I'm gonna help you.

You don't need to worry
about my dad, okay?

- I'm handling it.
- Are you?

Handling it?

All I know

is you're there
for your teammates.

Literally saved my life,
and you barely know me.

But with your dad...

He's a grown man.

He can take care
of himself.

No offense,

but is that why you came home?

So he can take care of himself?

Time to roll.

Good to go.

On your six.

That's Ernie's friend?

Like Sarah Connor
got together with...

whatever Ernie is.

A baller.

Ernie's a baller.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

A stealth baller.

- Down on the ground!
- On the ground now!

Hey, don't, don't! Down, down!

- Hands!
- Down on the ground!

- Put your hands up!
- Hey!

Are they the only ones here?

That's what it looks like.

- Four guys?
- Where's the rest of the gang?

He's getting worse
by the second.

We got to get him down soon
or else he's not gonna make it.

That can't be good.

Not you.
- Why?

- I can shoot.
- I can fight, too.

What I need you to do is
take your cousin and his son

and ride down this mountain
as fast as you can.

We got this.

Need you to do this now, Marine.

Yeah.

Think they'll surrender
if we ask nice?

About to find out.

This guy just confirmed
the rest of the gang

headed up into the mountains
to "handle some business."

I can't get ahold
of Tennant or Jesse.

Keep getting their voice mail.
They're out-of-pocket.

Those mountains
are remote.

Even if they had service,

it'd be hard to get 'em
any help in time.

National Guard keeps birds
in the air at all times.

Yeah. So?

It's time
to call in the cavalry.

You got a plan for us
to get out of this?

Sorta.

Not the confidence I've grown
to rely on from you, boss.

Need you to flank them.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna be nice.

Come on.

NCIS.

You're all under arrest.

Oh, yeah?

And, uh, who-who's arresting us?

I am.

Yeah, no.

No, y-you're gonna lead us
to the Marine and his punk kid.

Uh, maybe you go home tonight.

Or what?

You gonna kill a federal agent
in cold blood?

Better you than me going back to
my bosses without what's mine.

Then talk to me.

Let's work it out.

Oh, lady, you do not know me.

Your name's Sam Jennings.

You're 48 years old.

Served two sentences at Halawa.

You have an arrest warrant
for distribution of meth.

So you might as well
turn yourselves in

and I'll do what I can for you.

Or what?
I got

six against one.

Actually,

by my estimation,

it's just you.

How you figure?

Your boys are doing
their own kind of math.

Might be all right
rushing into the woods

to try to kill a wounded Marine
and his kid.

But definitely having second
thoughts about shooting a fed.

Mandatory life sentences
for all of them.

This isn't a ride-or-die crew.

They want to see
their families again.

You left one thing out about me.

They call me Crazy Sam.

Well, you got one thing wrong
about me.

I'm not alone.

Put your hands up! Now!

That could've gone worse.

Oh, look who's back.

- Twice in one day.
- Don't start.

You're so hardheaded
sometimes.

What is this about now?

Skipping doctor's appointments.

I missed a couple.

You missed them all.

I'm busy, Kai.

And nobody can take me
when I do have time.

There's always an excuse.

- Let me finish.
- No.

Let me finish.

I always have an excuse.

For not being here
when you need me.

But a friend reminded me
the reason I'm home

is to make sure you get
the care you need.

But I've been too hardheaded and
hung up on the past to do it.

I get that from you, by the way.

Hey, you get your good looks
from me, too.

You hungry?

You like a burger?

What I want is for you
to see a doctor.

And because you're too busy
to go to him,

I brought him to you.

Wally.

- It's been
a few weeks.
- Karl.

I'm gonna check your vitals.

You got something to say?

Yeah.

Wipe down the tables.

How's he doing?

Much better now,

thanks to you.

Doctors said he lost
a lot of blood.

But they were able
to close the wounds.

You married one tough Marine.

What about Micah?

Well, since he came
clean about the meth

and is cooperating
with the D.A.,

they're not
gonna charge him.

Thank you.

Yes. Thank you.

You saved my whole family.

What you did was very brave.

But it was also
very foolish.

If there's
a next time,

you need to call us.

Dad!

- Micah!
- You're gonna be okay?

- Hold on.
- Yeah. But maybe
don't hug me just yet.

I'm so sorry.

Micah...

It's gonna be okay.

Your dad's
gonna be okay.

As a small token
of our gratitude,

my 'ohana wants to invite your
team to the ranch for a luau.

♪ You can sing about
the yellow rose of Texas ♪

♪ Sing about
the Mason-Dixon Line ♪

♪ Sing about
the Southern belles of Georgia ♪

♪ There is something special
on my mind ♪

Hey.

Got my dad to
see a doctor.

So, uh, thank you...

friend.

Wait, wait, wait!

Does this mean that we can start
texting each other

our problems?
Hey, just-just baby steps.

Baby steps, Lucy.

Hi-ho, Silver! Away!

Hey, take it easy, new guy.

I was essential
in saving the day.

Hey, dude, dude,
all respect, man.

You would not catch me dead
on a horse.

That ish is hard. I'm more
of a... dirt bike kind of guy.

Yeah, well,
you should've seen Tennant.

She was, like,
born in the saddle.

Hey, hey! Cut the music!
Cut the music!

Everybody listen up!

Special Agent Tennant,

on behalf of my 'ohana,

we'd like to present you
with a gift.

Thank you very much.

Uh, haven't forgotten about you,
Special Agent Boone.

Here we go, here we go.

This is for your bravery

and for being hanohano.

Hanohano.

Yo, yo, yo!

We also got you one
more thing.

For your 'okole.

As we're guessing
you're about to be pretty sore.

Oh, thanks, guys.

All right, turn
the music back on!