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Lieutenant Commander
Audry Garrett,

reporting for duty.

I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

Message sent.

You have one new message.

"Understood."

No.

No.

No!

*NCIS: HAWAI'I*
Season 02 Episode 03

Episode Title: "Stolen Valor"
Aired on: October 03, 2022.

This time for real.

I can tell you're holding back,
so come and get it.

What happened? Why'd you stop?

Nothing. I...

Kate?

I'm afraid I'm gonna
hurt you, okay?

I'm like... like
double your size.

Katherine Marie Whistler,

listen to me... you are amazing.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

At so many things...
Yes, cyber things,

decorating things,
Scrabble things.

I've never beaten you, not once.

Well, I keep telling you
to save your S's.

But this is
combat training things.

And I assure you

from the bottom
of my endless heart

that there is no world in which
you are gonna take me down.

- Look, I know.
- It's just...

'Cause I know
all the tricks.

For taller opponents,

armed opponents,
multiple opponents.

Well, now you're just trying to turn me on.

Listen.

The point is,

let me help you become

the most amazing bad ass fighter
that I know you have in you.

I do, okay? I have it in me.

Yeah. I just want...

I want "fighting bad guys"
Whistler

to be as tough as

"responding to emails" Whistler,
so let's try again.

- Oh, wait, wait. Oh!
- Really?

Yeah. A battle cry.
A... a battle what?

It's a scream. It'll help.

You use your voice
to propel your strength.

All the greats use it.
Trust me.

Yep.

I think it's your phone.

Uh, well, I guess we're...
done for today.

That was really good.

Yeah, well,

you know, duty calls.

Oh, yeah. Come on.

Come on.

- Morning.
- Hey.

What happened here?

Car lost control,
hit the trailer

at what looks
to be full speed.

Victim dead on impact.

Ooh. That's unfortunate.

- Yeah.
- Why did HPD call us?

The driver is Lieutenant
Commander Audry Garrett, 33.

Driving a military vehicle
with government plates.

Even more unfortunate.

No brake marks on the road
leading up to the crash,

so either the brakes failed
or...

She didn't use them.

What'd you pull?

Nothing.
Car's basically empty.

No purse, wallet, gym bag.

Just this busted cell phone.

Any idea where she was heading?

Somewhere important,
judging by the uniform.

No brake marks,
no personal belongings,

- dressed in her whites.
- Yeah.

I was thinking the same thing.

What?

Maybe she didn't intend
to go anywhere.

You mean like a suicide?

It happens.

That's odd.

What?

There's no officer's crest
on the cover.

That's an oversight.

Especially for
a lieutenant commander

with over a decade in service.

I'll check in with her CO,

see where she might have
been heading.

Good.

Let's go see Commander Garrett's
next of kin.

This never gets easier.

Worst part of the job.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Michael Garrett?
Yes.

Jane Tennant, Special
Agent in Charge, NCIS.

What's this about?

Your wife was, um...

she was involved in
a car accident this morning.

Honey, who is it?

It's NCIS agents.

Did something happen to the car?

Not that I know of.

I'm sorry, are you...

Lieutenant Commander
Audry Garrett.

How can I help you?

So you're saying this
dead woman was impersonating me?

We don't know.

Her body was found wearing
a Navy officer uniform

with your name tags
and your ribbons on it.

That's impossible.

My name tag, ribbons,
they're all in my bedroom.

- Uh, Michael?
- Still looking.

We realize how disturbing
this all sounds.

Yeah. Have you noticed
anything else missing?

Like, uh, credit cards,
jewelry, other valuables?

No. No, nothing is missing.

I barely leave the house
these days.

I mean, I am 72 months pregnant.

- Michael!
- Got it.

Babe, they're all here.

Your CAC I.D., your wallet,
your medals and ribbons.

Okay. See?

This is all just a big mistake.

Commander, these aren't
real medals.

They're replicas.

Yeah. Ribbons, too.

The originals were
on our victim.

Why would someone do that?

Hey, when was the last time
you used your CAC I.D.?

Daily until four weeks ago.

I'm on medical leave.

My doctor said
I had to take it easy.

This I.D. is fake.

It's not a real bar code.

Look, I've seen them
on the island before.

People buy them on the Internet,

and they use them
to get military discounts.

You're saying this dead woman
also stole my CAC I.D.?

She didn't have it on her
when she was found.

Okay, I'm sorry,
but this is insane.

Look, we're gonna need
a list of everyone

who's visited your home
in the last four weeks.

Sure. Yeah, but,
okay, to be clear,

you think someone
came into my house,

stole my CAC I.D.,
my medals, my ribbons,

and then replaced them
with replicas

all so they could get
a discount at the NEX?

- We don't know yet.
- But we do know

that someone worked really
hard to impersonate you

and now they're dead.

Uh, you're a little young
for a hip replacement, Luce.

Oh, just, you know,
recovering from a...

good old-fashioned hard workout.

What you got
on Commander Garrett?

None of Commander Garrett's
credit cards were taken.

No indication her I.D. was used
to take out loans

or any kind of purchases.

So, if money wasn't
a motive, what was?

The CAC itself.

The real Commander Garrett
hasn't used it in over a month.

But according to Navy
security databases,

the card was used to access
several locations on base.

This is her five days ago
accessing a computer

at Pac Fleet HQ.

She even knew
Garrett's pass code.

- Could this be espionage?
- It's possible.

Nothing remotely
top secret was accessed.

She did go into
the DEERS database

of active duty service members.

Possibly looking for
more targets to steal from.

But stealing what?

Bam Bam.

Can I help you?

Ah. We met the other week.

Potential explosion.

I was looking for bad guys.

You were deactivating a bomb.

Mm-mm.

Huh.

Um, you're sitting at my desk.

Oh. You're Agent Boone.

Exactly.

So, did you get my
text about the car?

That's why I'm here.

And?

Car was moving between 65
and 70 miles per hour

at the point of impact.

Hit the divider
on the driver side.

Engine block crushed
the victim on impact.

Any indication that the driver
tried to use the brakes?

No. Brakes work just fine.

So it was suicide.

Doubtful.

Accident?
Nope.

You gonna tell me,
or should I keep guessing?

The car's supercomputer system
was hacked.

Received a message
from a remote location

moments before the accident,

telling the vehicle
to disable the brakes.

How is that even possible?

Oh, it's so much easier
than you think.

All cars made after 2016
are embedded

with electronic units
that help monitor and control

core vehicle functions,
so navigation,

steering, brakes.

Cars have essentially become
a computer on wheels.

Yep.

This victim couldn't stop
the crash.

Didn't even know it was coming.

This wasn't a suicide.

It was murder.

I've never seen
this woman before.

You sure?

Yeah, I think I'd remember

if my creepy doppelganger
came over for tea.

- You got my visitor list?
- Yes.

Uh, mother-in-law,
doula, housekeepers.

And, uh, we're still
following up,

but so far, no one's raised
any red flags.

What about work?

Before you went on leave,
were you involved

with any classified operations?

Classified? No.

No, I'm a pork chop.

Supply Corps officer.

- Blankets, beans and Band-Aids.
- Exactly.

Essential but pretty mundane.

Definitely not classified.

Can you think of anything
that you have access to

- that might be more dangerous than...
- Um...

canned goods?

No, not off the top of my head.

Look, I am happy to help
in any way that I can.

And I'd like to get
my CAC card back,

put this whole mess
behind me before...

you know.

I wish it were that simple,
Commander Garrett.

Look, we have reason to believe

that the woman impersonating you
didn't just die.

She was murdered.

Oh.

Hey, we're still putting
the pieces together,

but it is possible
her murder

had something to do with
why she was impersonating you.

Am I in danger?

We'll put a security detail
on you just in case, okay?

Let's go over that visitor list
one more time.

Dude.

Ernie.

Not used to seeing you at AFMES.
You got a hot lead?

Well, still trying to piece together
our mystery woman's cell phone.

Car she crashed
turned out to be a dead end,

stolen off a used car lot
in Hawai'i Kai four days ago.

Owner didn't even realize it
was missing till I called.

So, basically,
you got nothing

and you're hoping
Chase can help.

- Basically.
- Right.

It's your lucky day.

Ignorance is bliss,

but it certainly has teeth.

Our dead woman
had very specific

stainless steel alloys
in her bridgework,

only found in Eastern Europe.

Hmm. So we're looking at
Albania, Hungary, Moldova...

They're Bulgarian.

How can you be sure?

A serial number.

Can it be traced?

Well, it's possible.
There aren't databases

that specifically deal
in dental implants,

but if I can narrow down
the manufacturer...

Vessela Toska.

The victim's name.

I called the dentist in Burgas
and was able to confirm.

You-you speak Bulgarian?

Picked up a few key phrases
from my ex,

Antov Kosmanitov.

But mostly, we spoke
the language of love.

Toska is a recent immigrant
to the island,

here on an expired H-2 visa.

It's hard to track down
temporary workers.

They move around a lot, so...

Toska's last known address,

three miles from the crash site.

Will you look at that?

I'll alert the team.

Thank you, Commander.

Ernie.

Right. Well, I...
I guess I'll, uh...

Scalpel.

What, you've never assisted
in an autopsy before?

Whoa. Interesting.

What?

Vessela Toska with blonde hair.

Does it remind you of anyone?

Mm, yeah.
Commander Garrett.

Huh.

Brown hair dye.

And lots of it.

No, I meant someone
else we both know.

Someone tall, blonde.

I don't know anyone who
fits that description.

Okay, now you're just
messing with me.

Any sign of the CAC?

No, not yet.

But it doesn't exactly look like
a hotbed of stolen goods.

But I did find
another uniform.

Happy Housekeepers?

Yeah, the same cleaning service
the Garretts use.

That must be how
she gained access

to Garrett's personal items.

I thought Audry didn't recognize
her from the CCTV footage.

No, she didn't.

Maybe someone else
from the cleaning service

stole her medals and CAC I.D.

Vessela wasn't working alone.

Happy Housekeepers owner
Lydia Petrov.

A 20-year immigrant,
and like Vessela Toska,

also from Bulgaria.

Yeah, before she started her
cleaning company here on Oahu,

she had multiple indictments
for identity theft

and wire fraud on the mainland.

She was caught
running a phone banking boiler room.

Allegedly scamming seniors
in the six figures.

FBI ultimately didn't have
enough evidence to convict.

Stolen money
was never recovered.

Sounds like all the makings of a
small-time criminal mastermind.

Uh, now she's
on to something else.

Ernie found two other sailors,

one in logistics
and one in finance,

whose CAC I.D.'s are gone.

Let me guess...
They both used

Happy House Cleaners
to clean their homes.

Exactly.

Logistics, supplies
and finance.

They all have to be related.

But nothing's been stolen.
Whatever Lydia was up to,

it was worth murdering
Vessela Toska.

Why don't we roll up
the other housekeepers,

- get 'em to flip?
- We don't have enough leverage.

We don't even know why
Toska was impersonating

Commander Garrett
in the first place.

We need to get into the
Happy Housekeepers operation.

Oh, I volunteer my apartment
to be cleaned.

I second that idea.

I mean, if-if it'll help
with the case.

Okay, but
we need to get in deeper.

We need to understand
why Petrov wanted someone

to impersonate
Commander Garrett.

Hey, maybe
that's our way in.

If Petrov still has
Garrett's CAC I.D.,

then maybe she's looking
for another impersonator.

What, like send in another
brunette to finish the job?

That's a stretch.

Is it, though?

I mean, even if Petrov
doesn't take the bait,

we still learn more
than we know now.

Which isn't much.

It's worth a shot.

If only we knew someone who
could pass as Garrett...

Fair-skinned,
athletic, tall.

Oh, I see it now.

Wh-When I said it was worth
a shot, I-I didn't mean...

Okay, you sure this
is gonna come out?

Yeah, it's just a rinse.

It'll come out
in a few washes.

Maybe ten.

This was a terrible idea.

Oh, come on.
"Everyday Brown"

was the best option
that the drugstore had.

Not that. Sending me in
on this mission.

I mean, I'm only just
getting my feet wet

as a field agent.

And you're crushing it, Kate.

All I heard at that barbecue
was how much FBI loves you.

But this is different.
I've never gone undercover.

I mean, what-what if I freeze
when Petrov asks me questions?

You won't freeze.

You're gonna do great.
You may even have some fun.

Yeah, I don't get to
play poker, Lucy.

I'm cleaning houses.

And that is if I succeed
at the interview.

Don't underestimate yourself.

Like this morning...
You floored me.

Me, Lucy Tara.

I've seen you come up
against a lot of obstacles,

and every time,
you overcome them.

Like winning you back
with singing?

Exactly.

But don't do
that tomorrow.

The singing.

But...

I have complete faith in you.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

What's that, now?

FBI manual on going undercover.
Gonna read it.

Oh, okay, yeah.

I'm gonna just...

sit here.

Okay, but what if she asks
to speak to references?

Uh, it's not Goldman Sachs.

Hey, if she does,

just call Ernie.

Yeah, keep it simple,
Whistler, you know?

You're just a down-on-your-luck
lady looking for a job.

And we're right here
if something goes wrong.

No, I'm good.
I mean, I was up all night

reading the FBI manual.

Got all the way
to "Affects and Accents."

Okay, well, hopefully,
it wasn't alphabetical.

Do you remember
your back story?

Yes. We talked about a...
a bad breakup, maybe a bad boss.

Expired work visa,

desperate to make ends meet,
dark past.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me.
I-I was hoping to...

We don't take walk-ins.

The thing is, I'm...

I'm looking for a job
in a hurry and...

Fill out form online.

We'll contact you in seven
to ten business days. Goodbye.

Sorry.

I was just...

I was really hoping
this would work.

I'm desperate for a job.

Oh, come now.

No reason to have such
pretty girl cry in my office.

Come, sit down. Let's talk.

Okay.

Tell me, why are you looking

for job cleaning houses?

Well, you know,
I've always liked cleaning.

Organizing, really.

Uh, closets, pantries.

My mother used to say
that clutter was nothing more

- than postponed decisions.
- Shh!

Why do you need a job
cleaning houses?

Clearly, this is not
your best option.

I lost my work visa.

I'm from Canada
originally.

Long way from home.
Why come here?

Well, I had a boyfriend
who worked in shipping,

and I came here with him.

Then I got a job in hospitality,
but, you know,

that didn't work out.

With guy or with job?

Both.

What did you do in Canada?

I-I was a baker.

In Toronto.

You know, uh,

bread, cookies,
occasionally cakes.

I-I like working
with my hands.

You know, being outside
or-or inside.

You know, whatever...
whatever the job calls for.

Have you ever been
convicted of a felony?

No.

You seem nervous.

I'm...

Sorry, I-I am nervous. I just...

Look, I could really use
the money right now.

I'm just... I'm willing to do
just about anything.

Okay. Interview over.

Oh, please, if-if you...
if you just

give me a chance,
then I can... I can...

Go to this address at noon.

Meet with my girls.

To...

To clean?

No, to bake cake.

Yes, to clean.

It's trial run.

If it goes well,
if my girls like you,

then I will call you,

see if I have position
for your skill set.

Yes. Thank you.

I-I won't let you down,
Ms. Petrov.

We shall see.

No.

Now you go.

Hear that? I got a trial.

You did.
Yeah. Nice.

Nice job, Whistler.

Okay. Well, I mean,
I'm ready for notes.

What'd I do wrong?

Nothing. Uh, I loved
the crying part.

Yeah. Yeah, way to
flip the script.

That was... nice.

Okay, guys,
just, you know, be honest.

I can take the feedback.
You know...

...maybe tomorrow, talk about

things that are
a little closer to home.

Like, keep it personal.

Or just...

just stick to
the story we agreed on,

like... criminal past.

Yeah. Not so much
detail that's, uh...

- unnecessary.
- Unnecessary?

Good
news, guys. It's gonna be a slog,

but Ernie thinks he can build
a fake Canadian website

for Whistler's fake
Canadian baking business ASAP.

Hey, Lucy.
Whistler's here.

Oh. Hi!

Great job.

Right. Unnecessary.

What's the haps, Ernie?

No idea who hacked
Vessela's car,

but I did get the last
text messages off her burner.

"I'm sorry.
I can't do this anymore."

And then someone replied:
"Understood."

Yeah, 20 seconds later,
her car goes out of control.

- What was it that she can't do anymore?
- Don't know.

But I do know she was using
Garrett's CAC I.D.

to access her supply accounts.

- What for?
- Could be anything.

I'm combing through
thousands of supply orders

for multiple ships.

Medical supplies,
sports equipment,

frozen burritos.

All right, well, let's assume
that Lydia and her crew

weren't willing to kill
over frozen food.

But maybe something
more valuable.

Gonna take me a while
to comb through these logs.

The supply budget for
one ship alone is $13 million.

Good news.

Commander Garrett got clearance
from her doctor to come in.

Baby's coming soon
but not today.

Perfect. I feel
like I'm missing something.

I've asked Commander Garrett
to help us with the case.

Garrett's coming here?

Yeah, she's gonna help
comb through the orders.

Are you okay?

This office isn't set up

for Commander Garrett
in her condition.

Pregnant women
need things,

like a workstation with
an ergonomic chair.

Is there still an air purifier
in the kitchen?

Hey, Ernie.

We know that Commander Garrett

is pregnant, but I think
you will soon find out

she is one tough cookie.

Cookies. That's what we need.

Hey.

I-I'm Kate. Lydia sent me.

Where's your equipment?

Oh, I... I didn't know I was
supposed to bring anything.

So you... show up
to someone's house empty-handed?

I...

Sh-Should I go get some...

She's messing with you.
Come in.

You can start
in the kitchen.

Mm-hmm.

What'd I miss?

So far, so good.
Chips, please.

Yeah, mostly
a lot of cleaning

and, uh, the other girls
speaking in Bulgarian.

Okay. What are they saying?

- Commander?
- Uh...

It's mostly chitchat
and a couple of insults

about the way Whistler cleans.

Anything more specific?

Sorry. My Bulgarian was a poet.

He mostly spoke in verse.

Great.

Nice house, right?

Imagine living here.

So, uh,

how long have you been
with Happy Housekeepers?

Uh, a couple years.

How'd you meet Lydia?

We're Bulgarian.

Right.

Lydia brought us over
for new life.

Mm.

What about you, Cinderella?

Why you want job like this, huh?

Your nice Canada family
cut you off?

I don't have a family.
Not anymore.

Well, you must have somebody
looking after you.

Well, I... I had a brother.

He was my best friend,
but he died.

Oh. How?

Bomb in Iraq.

He was a soldier.

My family gone, too.

It's hard.

Yeah.

You know, you think you'll get
used to the loneliness, but...

you just... you don't.

You know, I stopped...

I stopped going to school,
seeing friends.

Making any connections, really.

I... I figured at some point

I'd find my way,
open up again, but...

I never did.

Well...

now open yourself up
to more mopping.

Elena!
Be nice.

She's one of us.

Wow. That was
so much better.

Is any of it true?

Uh, Whistler's brother died
when he was overseas.

I knew that part.

Not sure about the rest.

Look, your girl did great.

Now we wait
and see if they take the bait.

Mm.
That the spot?

Oh, it is all the spot.

Long day, huh?

College, grad school,
DoD and FBI...

Never have I worked
so hard as I did today.

But worth it, though, right?

You kidding?

I didn't get
a shred of evidence.

The only thing I got
were blisters and a...

I mean, a pretty decent
Bulgarian cheese pie recipe.

Babe, have a little patience.

This was all planting seeds
with Lydia Petrov.

I'm sure she'll call.

You know, Rome wasn't
built in a day.

Or, in this case, vacuumed.

Oh, I just want to...

I just want to see
what this feels like.

Pretty deep stuff
you got into today.

About your brother.

Oh, well...

you know, you guys kept
telling me to make it personal.

Oh, and you did.

But some of it,
you've never even told me.

I mean, if you want to talk
about it, you can.

I appreciate that.

But maybe we can just, you know,

put a pin in it until we catch
the evil maid ring.

Yeah.

Of course.

Whenever y...

I got it.

It's Petrov. Says you're hired.

She wants you to come
to the office

tomorrow morning,
8:00 a.m. sharp.

See, what'd I tell you?

Sometimes you just need
to trust the process.

Going in.

Here goes nothing.

Ms. Petrov?

Hello?

Ms. Petrov?

Ms. Petrov?

You lied to us.

You need to explain yourself.

Sorry?
You said you had

no felony convictions.

That was lie.

Who are these guys?

Grand theft
of properties

over $950 in value.

That's why your visa
was revoked.

I...

Look, I-I was afraid
you wouldn't give me a job.

Because you're illegal.

You should be back
in Canada right now.

Please, look, I...

I just need to make a little
money so that I can move on

and-and get my life
back on track.

I may have opportunity for you.

Very lucrative opportunity.

It may help you
to get back on track.

Yes. I mean, anything.

Job is simple. Malkie?

All you have to do is
put on this uniform...

...and sign for some cargo.

What kind of cargo?

There's old Bulgarian saying

which basically translates to:
None of your business.

Yeah, okay.

I guess I'll do it.

Excellent. We go now.

As in n-now now?

I mean, don't I have time
to prepare?

No time to lose. Put on uniform.

Leave.

Time is money.
Mm-hmm.

We go in, right?

She just lost her comms.

We have no idea what
they're doing in there.

It sounds like
they're gonna take her

to sign for cargo as Garrett.

Kind of exactly what
we were hoping for, isn't it?

Yeah, but it-it's too dangerous.

We don't even know
who's in there with her.

We go in now, we get nothing.

No crime's been committed yet.

We got all the cargo
shipments of last week pulled up.

If she's signing
for something,

she's likely going
to Pier 1 in Honolulu.

All right, see, Lucy?

Pier 1.
That's where she's going.

Yeah, but we should...
we should pull her out.

Would you want to be pulled out?

Let's wait a beat.

Hey, something's
happening outside.

We got Whistler, Lydia, Malkie

and two unidentified men
heading to an SUV.

She just threw us a shaka.

She wants to stay in.

Okay, we stay on her.

Follow close behind.
Whatever this operation is,

it's on.

Why are we here? What do I say?

I just need
a little more information.

Just sign this name...
Audry Garrett.

Everything okay?

Yes, ma'am.

Sign here.

Locator 236 Alpha. All yours.

SUV just stopped behind
a row of containers.

No line of sight, but we just
saw two guards head away.

- I think they're in.
- Okay. Hold tight.

Where are we
with serial numbers?

Swimming in them,
but so far, no red flags.

BICU two triple-zero three one.

Meal essentials.

30 pounds flour,
750 cans chicken broth.

Most of these materials
I remember procuring,

but some... totally new.

Okay, that's what
you focus on.

BICU seven double-zero
four two three zero one.

Tactical medical: Gauze, tape,

face masks,
decompression needles...

and some equipment
I don't remember ordering.

Well, now,
that's interesting.

Go.

Should we get out, too?

I wouldn't recommend it.

Is that an X-ray machine?

I don't know.

What is going on here?

Let's just keep quiet
and get this over with.

Everything will be okay.

Cesium-137.

What?

Cs-137.
Radioactive energy source.

I definitely don't
remember ordering that.

You-you didn't, specifically.

It's a salt-like substance
commonly used

in radiation machines
which treat cancer.

Why would Lydia
and her team want that?

Because it's
radioactive.

If extracted, just four
tablespoons could be used

to build a dirty bomb
that could take out Waikiki.

A black market
weapon of mass destruction.

We're getting Whistler out now.
Guys, move in.

No sign of the suspects.

It's clear!

Guys, I got visual.

But you're not gonna like it.

Why are we on a boat?

To drop off package,
then we go back to Honolulu.

Then why is our ride leaving?

What?

Where are you taking us?

- Slight detour.
- Absolutely not.

I did my part...
CAC I.D., uniforms, look-alikes.

I want my money,
and I want off this boat.

You'll be taken care of.

That's not
what we agreed upon.

You let us go right now.

Don't think I don't know
you murdered that girl.

If you don't take us back
right now...

We don't need
them anymore.

Get her.

The ship is registered
to a Bulgarian security company

known for its
black market activity.

Got I.D.'s on the two thugs,
both wanted criminals.

Coast Guard is sending
every asset they have

to cut off the ship's course.

You'll make contact first.

You hear that?

There's no way
that ship's outrunning us.

Cinderella.

Nowhere else
for you to go.

Come on, now.

I just want to talk.

Then get you your money.

No more violence.

By
order of the United States Coast Guard...

Hands. Hands.

It's Lydia, not Whistler.

I'm gonna go find her.

Go. I'll handle these guys.

Whistler do all this?

We can ask her
when we find her.

- What the hell was that?
- A battle cry.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

At ease, sailor.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm good.

She's not.

Hi.
Hi.

Spinach, broccoli,

lentils for folates
and brain development,

and walnuts for B6.

Thank you.

Okay, the
cesium is safely retrieved

and surrendered
to the NRC.

Malkie and her men
were selling it

to Eastern European separatists.

Like you do.

You know which one of them
hacked Vessela's car?

All pointing
fingers at each other, but...

Malkie did study computer
science at Varna University.

Thank you so much,
Lieutenant Commander Garrett,

for all your help.

Thank you.
This was definitely more fun

than blankets, beans
and Band-Aids.

Best of luck to
you and your new baby.

You know, I'd be happy
to visit once the baby's born.

I have a great source
for bulk spirulina.

Please tell me that's
some sort of beer?

Uh, it's blue algae
that reduces inflammation.

Okay, well...

It's really...

It's good to meet you, Ernie.

Take care.

Oh, you forgot
your smoothie!

No, she didn't.

I am so proud of my...

Ow!

Better?
Uh-huh.

...my fierce warrior
lady girlfriend.

Thank you.

You know what?

I just want to...

I just want to sit
behind a desk and...

just file paperwork.

Exactly what you get to do
tomorrow, my love.

Lots and lots of
paperwork.

But then, you know, maybe
we could hit the gym again?

You know, so I'm ready
for next time.

Oh, there's gonna be
a next time?

I don't think I have
anything left to teach you.

Oh, come on.
You teach me things,

and you don't
even know it.

I do? Like what?

Like...

how to be a more open person.

You know...

You know, what I said yesterday

about my brother dying was true.

It did close me off,
and I thought I'd never recover.

But being with you...

it's changed everything.

So thank you, Lucy Tara.

You're welcome, Kate Whistler.

Okay, now I better start getting

this "Everyday Brown"
out of my hair.

Oh, or, uh, you could keep it.

For one more night?

- Ow.
- Sorry. I...

Just... okay,
don't worry.

- Um, yep.
- It's fine.

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