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Oh, you see these?

The ones with
the long black spines?

They're called wana.

Those are the
dangerous ones, yeah?

Yeah, only if you touch 'em.

Here, the smaller purple ones
you can actually hold.

Yeah, I'll pass.

Okay.

Actually, this one's
even cooler.

If by "cool," you mean
gross and slimy...

No, no, no, you don't even
have to touch it.

Geez, Jasper!

- What the hell?
- What...

Come on! Come on!

Hey.

Admit it, I got you good.

All you got was a place
on the couch for the night.

Gabby.

My throat.

I can't...

I am not falling for
another prank.

I, I need he...

Babe?

Babe?! Babe?!

Babe!

HAWAI'I*
Season 02 Episode 06

Episode Title: "Changing Tides"
Aired on: October 24, 2022.

You guys gonna say anything?

Eventually.

We're just taking it all in.

It's all really doable.

I'll plan the big moves.

But then with a Eurail Pass,

I can sort of
play the rest by ear.

Okay, but where are you gonna...

There are hostels everywhere,

so plenty of places to stay.

- Great, but also...
- And I'll be with people,

you know, the whole time,
so it's safe.

And if you're wondering
what I'll learn...

Mom, you always say

first-hand experience is
invaluable, right?

What's more first-hand
than this?

Well, clearly you put a lot of
thought into it.

Cassandra helped. Yeah,

it's got her fingerprints
all over it.

What's that mean?

It means we've never discussed
the idea of a gap year.

'Cause it wasn't really
a thing when you were my age.

But lot of colleges
encourage a trip like this.

- You haven't even gotten into college yet.
- But when I do,

I'll just be deferring
for a few months.

- Do you have any more questions?
- I don't think so.

I do.

Who's paying for this?

- I am.
- With what?

My bank account.

There it is, Jane.

There it is.

Okay, look, just hold on.

What? What? It's my money, okay?

Grandma and Grandpa
gave it to me.

- For college.
- For education,

and I'd learn so much
on this trip.

My parents didn't save their
entire lives to give you a fund

so you can blow it on some
road trip with your girlfriend.

Daniel.

Guys,

we're gonna need to table this.

That's convenient.

That's my job.

You know,
how she earns money?

Guys, we're just
gonna take a breath,

okay, everyone, and we'll...

Yeah.

It's weird.

I've never seen the beach
this empty before.

Never been the scene of a
sudden death of a Marine before.

No official C.O.D. yet?

Marine Corporal Jasper Kanahele

stepped into a tidepool

and 30 seconds later
had a massive seizure and died.

Reason number 67 why I never
step foot in the water.

Figured living with Whistler,

she would've got you
on a surfboard by now.

Our love is strong

but not surfboard strong.

You do know what happened here
is really unusual, right?

The ocean didn't give him
a seizure.

Uh, all I know for sure is

feet, water, death, so...

Yeah, well,

I'm sure, uh, Commander Chase
can give us some context.

Let me know
what she says.

You're really not coming?

Oh, I'm not, I'm really not.

Mm-mm.

Feet, water, death.

Got it.

- Good morning, Kai.
- Hey.

Assuming Lucy went
to get protective gear.

Uh... No.

Do we need it?

Uh, only if you take
two more steps toward me.

Otherwise,
you should be okay.

Right.

So, uh, you know
what we're dealing with?

You've heard of
a closed-room mystery?

- Yeah.
- This is a closed-pool mystery.

Can't figure out why he seized?

Oh, no, Corporal Kanahele
died of a fentanyl overdose.

Get that from
an instant tox screen?

Got that from these.

They were in
the tidepool with him.

MCRT ran a test.

100% pure fentanyl.

- And lots of it.
- Okay, so the mystery

is how the fentanyl
got in the pool.

And at a high enough
concentration

to kill a fully grown man
in an instant.

There's no chance that
the drugs were his?

Victim's girlfriend
insists

he never did a drug
in his life.

People lie.

Science doesn't.

I swabbed his nose and mouth.
Came up negative.

Drugs likely entered
his bloodstream

through abrasions on his feet.

So we're chalking this up
as a tragic accident, then?

I wouldn't be
so sure of that.

MCRT just handed
me these.

Six more bags of fentanyl
scattered across the beach.

Is that for me?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

But based on that face,

I should've gone
with the extra bold.

I asked the state to shut down

all east-facing beaches
until we figure out

where the fentanyl came from
and how far it spread.

Oh, I'm sure they
took that well.

19 calls and counting.

Hawai'i tourist bureau,
hotel unions, surf clubs.

I told them
all the same thing...

Better annoyed tourists
than dead ones.

Yeah, that's the right call.

I mean, this stuff is insidious.

If the devil got into
the drug business,

fentanyl would be
his product of choice.

You speaking from
professional experience?

Let's just say
fentanyl and I go way back.

Okay, thank you.
We're now up to

14 bags across three beaches.

None extend past
the high tide line.

So they washed to shore.

Are we thinking
drug drop gone bad?

Whatever happened,
we now have multiple beaches

reporting a substance
easily dissolvable in water

and deadly to the touch.

And no idea
how much is still out there.

Okay, get the geolocation data
to Ernie

- so he can try to triangulate.
- On it, boss.

Spread the word.

Guys, no one travels

without a drug rescue kit.

Not until this case is over.

Hey. What do we know about
fentanyl on the island?

It's everywhere.

Some of it stolen
from hospitals and pharmacies,

most of it imported
from outside sources.

What about the bags we found?

Based on chemical analysis,
it's 100% pure.

And it's been
flooding the island for months.

Any idea who's bringing it in?

FBI and DEA believe

it's the Caldero cartel
out of Colombia.

Why would a Colombian cartel
run drugs through Hawai'i?

Either as a distribution hub,
ferrying narcotics from

China, where they're made,
to the mainland,

or they're
manufacturing them here.

In the islands?

It's hard to tell.

It's the first real evidence

the Calderos are
operating here at all.

Well, hopefully it'll get us
closer to shutting them down.

Just need to find how those
drugs washed up on the beach.

But that's insanity!

You hear yourself, right?

You're saying I need to spend
60,000 just to fix it up,

and then still lose 20
when I sell?

That's not how math works.

By your logic, I should just

burn it down
and take the insurance.

I'm kidding,
I'm totally kidding.

I'll get back to you.

You selling your place?

No, my father's place.

Your father?

It's a long story.

So tell me.

My father passed
the other month.

Left me some property
I need to get rid of.

Oh, guess it's not a long story.

God, Ernie, I'm so sorry.

Real estate's a fickle game.

No, I'm sorry
about your dad.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

He died... the other month.

You didn't say anything.

There's nothing
worth saying, so...

Anyway, I inputted
the geolocation data

where our drugs were found.

Based on current patterns

and a little help from
an algorithm I wrote,

I'm 98.6% sure the fentanyl

was dumped about a quarter mile
off the Kailua coast.

98.6% sure?

I'm actually 100% sure.

I just wanted to appear modest.

Ooh, it worked.
You appeared 1.4% modest.

Why would somebody
dump drugs out at sea?

Only one way to find out.

Whoo!

Sometimes I pinch myself
they pay us to do this.

Yeah. Makes up for every
late-night stakeout,

that's for sure.

Can't remember the last time
I was out this far.

I just want to jump in,
you know?

Yeah, you're the waterman.

I'm more of a boatman,
but I hear ya.

We're getting close
to the spot.

I'll get Wilbur.

He's the tall diver
with the good hair, right?

I always forget his name.

No, that's Carl.

Shame on you.

He got you cupcakes for
your birthday.

Yeah.

This is Wilbur.

As in an acronym
for something?

As in Orville's brother.

Ah-ha-ha,
the Wright Brothers,

'cause it's a drone.

Uh, well, Wilbur
isn't just a drone.

I modified him with

an underwater
laser-scanning camera.

If there's something
down there, we'll find it.

Like a sunken crate
filled with drugs?

Who knows?

It's not every day I get to
spend time with my little buddy.

That's cool, Ern.
I like you, too.

No, I meant Wilbur.

Oh.

There's a whole
lot of nothing down there.

Yeah.

No active reef, no fish.

Mostly sand and...

What's that?

Uh, it's hard to say,
given the depth,

but it doesn't look natural.

Need to get down there and see.

Could be a sunken ship.

Some sort of debris.

Yeah, all sorts of weird stuff
ends up in the ocean.

Uh, let's just let the
professionals check it out.

I'll just ask Carl and his team
to suit up and take a...

...look.

It's like he's
staring right at me.

I mean, if he still had
his eyes.

Kind of unsettling, right?

Definitely unsettling.

This one really
gets my juices going, too.

The crabs and fish
had already gone to work

on the corpse, not to mention
all the water decay.

Judging by decomp,

he was down there
about 45 days.

That's pretty nasty.

Were you able
to get an I.D.?

Dental records match

a Mililani resident
named Stanley Chao.

I'm assuming the crash
killed him.

Other way around, actually.
A myocardial infarction

caused him to lose control
of the aircraft.

How could you tell?

Labs showed extremely elevated
cardiac troponin levels

consistent with somebody
who had a recent M.I.

I only got one question.

If the pilot's been dead
for six weeks,

why are the drugs
just coming ashore now?

Okay, Jesse. Great.

Listen, we gotta
check with forensics

to see if the plane holds
any answers.

All right, I'll be in soon.

Bye.

What's up?

You were out late
last night.

I was studying at Cass's place.

And hiding in your bedroom,
hoping I'd leave

before you came out
for breakfast?

I wasn't hiding.

Avoiding, evading, dodging.

This. I was avoiding,
evading, dodging this.

Alex, we need to talk about it.

So you can tell me
no to Europe, too? No.

Is it 'cause
you don't like Cass?

You don't want me to
be around her?

No, we like Cass just fine.

You dropped a bomb on us
yesterday.

Out of nowhere.

It wasn't out of nowhere.

I've been thinking
about it for weeks.

Really put the work in.

I thought you'd be proud of me
for taking initiative.

I am. Okay, really, I am.

But it was just last month
that you were

finally cleared
to play baseball again.

I thought we had a plan.

You guys had a plan.

I... I didn't know
what I wanted.

But then this trip
came along,

and I felt excited for the
first time since my injury.

Okay.

I hear you.
And I respect it.

So...

can I go?

You're 18.

Can't stop you.

But you can manipulate me
into doing it your way,

like you always do.

Okay, I like to see it more as

illuminating the righteous path.

Mom.

Look,

if you want to take a gap year

and go to Europe...

your father and I
aren't gonna stop you.

Really?

We're not gonna
help you, either.

But... Just like we said,

that money is for college
and college only.

So, if you want to go,

you gotta figure out
a way to pay for it yourself.

Okay.Okay.

I will.

You're telling me he didn't
mention it at all?

No, I think I'd remember
if he told me his dad died.

Two months ago.

In South Carolina.
I looked it up.

Look, if he didn't
want to talk about it...

I know, it's weird.
He didn't tell any of us.

I was gonna say, if he
didn't want to talk about it,

then maybe
we should respect that.

Which is why I'm talking
to you about it.

Can I help you with something?

Hey, Bam Bam.

It's me.

Special Agent Holman,
this is...

Special Agent Tara.

I know who you are.

Why are you here?

Oh, uh, for the plane.

That we fished out
of the water.

With a dead guy in it.

Sure.

Here it is.

Yeah, we see that.
Um, any insight?

It was definitely the source of

the fentanyl
that drifted to shore.

Aside from the intact baggies
that we found inside,

there are traces of the drug
all over the cabin.

So the drugs just
floated out after impact?

Actually, no.

The plane was secure
when it crashed.

Someone liberated the drugs
after the fact.

These burn marks are made from
a mixture of strontium nitrate

and potassium perchlorate.

Mixed together,
they make underwater flares.

- Used by divers at night.
- Mm-hmm.

So someone went down there
to retrieve the drugs.

Yep, and
during the salvage operation,

some of the packets got free
and drifted to shore.

Any idea how much
fentanyl was on board?

Mm, best estimate,
several crates.

Could be 100 kilos.

This cargo strap was cut with
a serrated dive knife.

I found five other pieces
that were sliced the same way.

Are we thinking the dealers
came for their own stash?

Why would they wait so long?

'Cause they wouldn't have
known where to look.

Your pilot turned off
his transponder.

No one would have known
where he went down.

That explains why the crash
wasn't picked up on radar.

Yeah, but then
how did anyone find it at all?

Okay. What do we know
about our dead pilot?

Stanley Chao lived alone.

No family. He was running
a nearly bankrupt

one-man tour
and cargo operation.

Yet we found 70 grand
in cash at his apartment.

So, running drugs to
stay afloat.

Sure.
And the drug dealers

who hired him would have
known his rough route.

Maybe it just took 'em a while
to find the plane.

The Caldero Cartel is moving

a bunch of this stuff
through Hawai'i every month.

A kilo is worth
maybe four grand wholesale.

Why risk exposure
retrieving any of it?

They wouldn't.

Just write it off.

If not the cartel,
then who?

So, someone...

found that plane,

pulled off a sophisticated
salvage operation

50 feet beneath the sea
in the middle of the night.

Now, that... that takes
experienced divers.

Can't be that many divers
with this particular skill set

on the island.

This is Hawai'i.

The best water men
in the world live here.

But experienced divers

looking to unload
a dangerous product,

that is not all that common.

Look, whoever took the drugs
will be trying to sell them.

Let's start there.

Right.

Every one of these places
is the same.

Same old-timey dive suit,

same big trophy fish
on the walls.

Same nasty glares as we walk in.

Don't judge, Luce,
that might be awed reverence

for our public service.

Hey there.
How you doing?

Got a few questions.

Mm-mm.

- We don't talk to cops.
- Whew.

Ooh, that's awe, all right.

Maybe, uh, I don't know,

let me handle this?

Need a little charm
in your approach.

Aloha!

Do y'all mind if we talk?

Wow, that was amazing.

- You should teach that at FLETC.
- Shut up.

You drinking?

Oh, I mean, wish we could,

but we're on duty.

No drinking, no talking.

That's the rules.

You kidding?

Hey. Hey!

Hey, buddy, get back here.

And answer some questions

or risk having
this whole place shut down.

Police tried
to shut this place down

three times over the last year.

Noise complaints, fighting.

How about distribution of
Schedule II narcotics?

No, that's new.

It's also against the rules.

Look, I get it.
You don't like cops,

we don't like
surly bartenders,

so same, same.

But some divers stumbled upon

several crates of
high-grade uncut fentanyl.

And we already have one death

from accidental overdose,

so the longer
this crap is out there...

I can't help you.

What... No, no, no, no, no.

No, you just thought of
something right then.

You're deciding not to help.

I don't want to get involved.

What you don't want
are those drugs out there.

I promise you.

Ring the bell,

and maybe I'll help.

This bell right here?

Sure.Jess...

What's going on?
What's happening?

Read the rules, Jess.

Every ring of the bell
is a round on you.

You just bought three.

Geez.

Dude was in here
a couple days ago.

Trying to move serious weight.

I tossed him out.

Cash or credit?

♪ Wanna help me, I ♪

♪ Live every day,
I know I'm running hard. ♪

This is the place.

Put the respirator on.

No, they always
fog up on me.

This stuff is volatile,
all right?

I'm gonna have to
pull rank here.

You outrank me?

Obviously.
Put the respirator on.

Cameron?

You here?

Seems empty.

Except all the lights are on
and the door was open.

Back there.

Careful.

Federal agents. Don't move.

He's not moving anywhere.

What's the verdict,
Commander?

Well, we're supposed to
think the victim died

of an accidental
overdose.

But that's not
what this is.

See that?

Yeah, looks like ligature
marks on his wrists.

Bruising on
the arms, too.

Someone tied him down,

shot him full of enough drugs
to stop his heart.

Then removed his bindings
and slipped away.

No sign of the stolen
fentanyl anywhere here.

The cartel tracked Cameron down
before we could.

Killed him
and took their drugs back.

Maybe.

You got another theory?

This was likely cartel,

but what if the drugs
weren't here?

What if someone
else has them?

And who would that be?

Cameron's partners.

Amanda Lee and Tyler Malone...

Cameron's partners in
Journey Hawai'i Tours.

They started the company
three years ago.

They take tourists on
extreme adventures.

You think Amanda and Tyler
have the stolen fentanyl?

Accessing the downed
plane at night was

at least a two-person job,

so Cameron couldn't
have done it alone.

And since they're
not in custody...

I'm assuming
they're in the wind?

Well, their socials went dark

around the time
Cameron was killed.

Residences are empty,

cars still parked
in the marina.

And their tour boat is missing.

Transponder?

Nah, turned off.

- Cell phones?
- Left in their cars.

Okay.

Uh, let's assume they know
the cartel is after them.

Lucy, can you contact

the harbormasters
on all the islands

- and reach out to the Coast Guard, too?
- Mm-hmm.

They might be rookie criminals,
but they're expert sailors.

If they don't want to be found,

- they probably won't be.
- Mm.

Maybe, but the channel
between the islands

can be treacherous
even for experienced sailors.

Yep. So, I dug into Journey
Hawai'i Tours' purchase orders.

They bought a hand held
GPS device last year.

- You able to trace it?
- Uh-huh.

At 6:22 this morning,
their device pinged

on a remote beach on Kauai.

Jesse, Kai, go find them.

Hey, Ernie.

Don't do that.

Don't do say hello?

Don't say it with

all that "I'm sorry your
father died" energy.

But I am sorry.

And I know it,
and thank you.

I'm fine.

Let's track the cartel.

I, uh... I respect
your feelings.

You don't want to
talk about your dad.

- I'm not gonna make you.
- Great.

But if you did
want to talk,

know that I'm here.

To talk, if you want,
which I know you don't.

You done?

I think so.

Let me show you what I found.

The Caldero cartel has covered
their tracks completely.

The only sign of them
is their product.

So, I have been looking into

our dead pilot's
movements instead.

- And?
- Chao played it smart.

No digital connection
to the cartel,

no communications,
no bank deposits.

So we're at zero?

More like 30,000 feet.

I-I don't care how
careful someone is.

There are pieces of data
you can't hide.

For instance,
flight manifests

filed with the FAA.

Chao's Cessna
takes off and lands

at a variety of airports
around Hawai'i.

Makes sense
for somebody running

a tour and cargo
operation.

Except these three trips
in the last few months,

he takes off and lands
at the same airfield.

Maybe he took tourists
on a day trip? Mm-mm.

There were no other passengers
listed on the manifests.

And he was gone for
at least eight hours.

I'm not following.

Cessna has a
six-hour range.

So Chao landed
somewhere secretly?

Find out where,
and money to malasadas,

you'll find your cartel hub
for all these drugs.

Yep.

These guys are really
trying to get lost out here.

Figure they realized
how big a mistake

they made stealing
those drugs?

Figure I don't care.
I got zero sympathy for them.

That's a little harsh.

Look, every packet
of fentanyl they stole

might as well
be a loaded gun.

Yeah, it's a
dangerous narcotic.

Not just
dangerous.

Lethal.

I feel like you got
a story to tell.

Not my story.

Hitchcock and Gomez.

Worked night patrols at the
Second District back in D.C.

Hitch had 20 years in,
five kids.

Gomez was putting
himself through

law school on the weekends.

And one night,
they got a call.

Two students, Georgetown,
OD'd in their dorm.

I'm detective on deck.

Show up to the scene,
what do I find?

Two dead bodies.

No, four.

You know, Hitch and Gomez
found the kids on the floor.

What does their training
tell them?

- Try lifesaving measures.
- Yeah.

Gave the kids mouth-to-mouth...

And like that,
stopped breathing.

Just from the residue
on their lips.

Spent the morning
informing two kids' parents,

Gomez's wife and...

Hitch's whole family.

Man, I'm sorry. I...

Like I say...
not my story.

I'm just the only one left
to tell it.

- Hey, if you need a moment...
- Hey, you smell that?

Smoke.

Yeah.

Damn, it's been going a while.

Hey, you think Amanda
and Tyler were here?

- Oh, my God!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey!
- Tyler... please help him!

- Hey, you can't go in there!
- Tyler! But Tyler!

Amanda, Amanda,
if he was in there,

there's no
helping him now.

I'm sorry.

This can't be happening.

I went for a hike,
and Tyler was just fine.

Why were you here on Kauai?

I wanted to get away
for a few days.

And the crates
of fentanyl you stole?

How does that play
in your getaway?

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

You know exactly what I'm
talking about, Amanda.

Tell the truth.

Why are you acting like this?

My friend just died in a fire.

No, he didn't.

There was no one inside.

No sign of the drugs.

Oh, thank God.

Tyler's okay.

Probably not.

What do you mean?

The fire
wasn't an accident.

Someone poured gasoline
all over the cabin.

- Who would do that?
- The same people who killed

your other partner, Cameron.

- Which you clearly know about.
- Which is why you and Tyler

were hiding in this cabin
with the fentanyl you stole.

Hey, Amanda.

Listen to me... those drugs
belong to the Caldero cartel.

They clearly want them back.

Two people are
dead already. Two?

Yeah, a Marine died

from your drugs
contaminating a tidepool.

- I feel sick to my stomach.
- Good.

Now you know how deep
you're in it.

So talk to us, Amanda.

Look, I told Ty and Cam

I wanted nothing
to do with any of this.

It was so stupid,
taking those crates.

But you helped?

I'm the one
who found the plane.

Tracking tiger sharks.

I wanted to call
the Coast Guard.

Ty and Cam wanted a closer look.

And when they
found those drugs?

They saw an opportunity.

To pay off our boat,
the equipment.

I-I begged them
to just walk away.

They wouldn't listen.

What-what happens if that
cartel has Tyler now?

If the Caldero cartel
got their drugs back,

Tyler's probably dead.

Got endless FBI and DEA
reports of informants

and enemies they've killed
over the years... none pleasant.

My gut says he's
still alive.

Why would they
keep him alive?

To get information,
figure out who else he told.

See if anything
could lead back

to their operation
in Hawai'i.

It's hard to believe Tyler

knows anything
about their operation,

considering we
can't track it.

There is no can't,
Kate Whistler.

- There is only when.
- What does that mean?

It means we
have the answer.

Actually, I have
the answer.

Ernie's just here
for the ride.

I mean, it was
a team effort.

I spent all morning
trying to find out where

Stanley Chao's plane
was secretly landing.

And coming up empty.

That's when I came in
to save the day.

That's when
she came to ask

- for my assistance.
- Okay.

The real clue wasn't in
the flight manifest.

It was in the chemical makeup
of the fentanyl itself.

You should tell
them what we found.

Someone should.

The fentanyl
we're dealing with

is nearly 100% pure.

Which means, of course,

it's a fraction
of a percent impure.

And it's that fraction that
gives the whole operation away.

It's mostly
sulfur dioxide.

I know we're supposed
to be impressed.

There's only one
place in Hawai'i where

there's a higher-than-normal
amount of sulfur dioxide.

Kilauea.

The cartel is manufacturing
fentanyl

- near an active volcano.
- It's a great cover for them.

Remote, far from prying eyes,
hard to spot.

Hard, but not impossible.

Call REACT,
let Jesse and Kai know.

We're bringing these guys down.

Estimating ten,
maybe 12 suspects.

Several armed, all with
protective gear and respirators.

Respirators mean
the drugs are inside.

Drugs aren't the
only thing that's inside.

I got eyes on Tyler.

And a lot of fentanyl.

So we're a go to breach?

It's not that simple, Lucy.

We got our drugs, the bad guys,
our missing man.

And a lot of guns
and volatile chemicals in there.

If we go in hard,

a stray bullet hits those drugs,
they aerosolize.

Tyler's a
sitting duck.

Need to get him out now.

If we go in now, there's
a good chance Tyler dies.

Hey, we stay put,
he definitely dies.

So, two bad options.

I got a third.

I go in, grab him,
get him out before you breach.

That's a terrible idea.

Best bad idea we got.

Jesse, what
the hell are you doing?

Grabbing the kid
and getting him to safety.

That's a terrible idea.

That's what I said.

Going in alone
surrounded by armed suspects?

I learned from
watching you, boss.

Can we at least
take a beat here?

Not really. I'm steps away.

And I'm the only good shot
at getting Tyler back safely.

Okay, Kai, I want you
and REACT ready to move

the moment Jesse
and Tyler are clear.

All right.

- Ready to roll.
- Okay, Jesse.

Go for it.

I swear,
I didn't tell anyone.

It was just me and Cameron.

Shh. Quiet. It was just
me and Cameron.

I said shut up. Please don't
hurt me anymore.

Hey, kid.

See what it says
on my chest?

- I'm the good guys.
- You're getting me out of here?

Yeah, if you close your
mouth for two seconds.

Can you walk?

Yeah, I think so.

You really are a pain
in my ass. Come on.

All right, I got Tyler.
We're coming out.

Jesse, wait.

Jesse.

Hey there.

Kai, what's going on there?

No visual on Jesse.

We got gunshots!

Kai, breach now!

Federal agents!
Put your guns down!

Put this on.

Put your guns down!

Guns down!

Come out with your hands up!

Hands up. Come out.

- Exterior clear.
- What about Jesse?

Go.

Hey. You good?

Yeah, I'm just a
bit dizzy, but otherwise...

Jesse...

Hey, hey, talk to me.

Get to that Narcan, Kai.

He's seizing.

Hang in there, man.

Hang in there, Jesse. Come on.

Administering Narcan now.

Hey, Jesse.

Hey, hey.

His pulse is thready.

Come on.

Hang in there, Jesse, come on!

I got you. Hey.

Come on, Jesse.

No breath sounds.

Come on, Jesse.

Come on, Jesse.

Hey.

Come on.

I got you. I got you.

We got him. He's back.

We got him back.

I feel like crap.

Hey.

Hey, shouldn't you
be at the hospital?

Yeah, well, I got
a clean bill of health.

And I wanted to
personally escort

Tyler back here
for questioning.

That kid's been through a lot.

Kid's also responsible
for this whole mess.

Caldero cartel did more
than their fair share.

And we shut their
operation down.

Took a lot of drugs
off the streets.

For now.
There'll be more.

- As it's always been.
- Yeah.

Fentanyl is different.

I mean, people don't
think it's dangerous

'cause it's prescription,
but this street stuff...

- It's insidious.
- Yeah.

And dealers mix it
with other drugs.

Some kid could be
at a party and take a hit

from a joint
and die in an instant.

Some kid?

Our kids.

You worried
about Gracie?

Yeah, almost
constantly.

- What about you?
- Same.

Though right now,
I'm trying to keep Alex

from running to Europe
with his girlfriend.

Oh, yeah?

That's a new one.

Luckily, he doesn't have
the money to pay for it.

Perfect.

Oh, look, it's my hero.

Yep, okay,
that's two you owe me.

Yeah, well, Heather's
baking you a cake.

You headed home?

Yeah. Hey, you cool
with that job for Alex?

What job for Alex is that?

At my dad's restaurant.

Hina hired him for weekends.

Something about earning
money for a trip.

When did
this happen?

Uh, today, I guess,
while we were fighting crime.

- Yeah, sure, I'm cool.
- Yeah.

Hey, you're here late.

Mm-hmm, I offered
to do Jesse's paperwork

since he almost
died today and all.

How long is he gonna milk that?

Oh, weeks, I'm sure.

What's your excuse?

I'm just reading up on, uh,
South Carolina real estate law.

Ah, your dad's house.

Yep, gotta get rid
of it somehow.

'Cause you're trying to get
rid of any connection to him?

Nice try.

Still don't want
to talk about it.

And I respect that.

But you should know that
if you want to get rid

of that house,
I happen to live with

a very talented
former lawyer

who loves
dissecting contracts.

And kicking legal butt.

Thanks, Luce.

I might just take
you up on that.

Okay, good. You should.

My father wasn't around
much when I was little.

Usually, he was
with a girlfriend.

When my mom finally
kicked him out,

I was maybe... seven.

He wasn't around at all.

Man, I'm sorry.

He...

lived maybe a mile
from my place.

Two-minute drive.

He wouldn't come.

Not for birthdays or
graduations or holidays.

I got past it, learned to
accept it, you know?

It was just
me and my mom.

Didn't bother me.
He didn't want to see me.

I didn't want to
see him, either.

I threw myself into my school.

Did my own thing.

And I got accepted into
every college I applied for

with a full ride.

Oof.

And that is when
I went to go see him.

Two minutes away.

To show him what
I did without him.

And what happened?

He wasn't there.

He'd moved away.

Like, months before...

to South Carolina.

The house
you inherited?

Who knows? Who cares?

I think you do, Ernie.

♪ A warm touch
that slowly fades... ♪

So, yeah, I'd like to
get rid of the house.

If Whistler could help,
that would be great.

Yeah, I'll talk to her tonight.

Thanks.

♪ Still young
but weathered gray ♪

♪ And the world got
a little more dim tonight... ♪

Hey, Ernie?

Yeah?

Your dad doesn't know
what he missed out on.

♪ I will protect your light. ♪

Thanks, Luce.

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