All language subtitles for ncis.hawaii.s02e09

(classical music playing
over speakers)

Alexa, is it raining
in Honolulu?

ALEXA:
No rain is expected today.

Oh, perfect.

Alexa, add spirulina
to my shopping list.

I've put spirulina
on your shopping list.

(floorboards creaking)

(knife scrapes)

♪ ♪

Lose the knife, too.

Drop it!
(gasps)

What do you want?

You.

♪ ♪

YOGA INSTRUCTOR: Warrior one.

Reaching up, lengthening up.

And release.

Back to Tadasana,
mountain pose.

And one final deep,
cleansing breath.

We'll finish
with Savasana

to rejuvenate the body
and to relax the mind.

Allow your whole body
to sink into the ground.

Ernie.

Good.

(line ringing)

CHASE: Namaste.
You've reached Carla Chase.

Enlighten me after the tone.

(beep)

(hangs up)

♪ ♪

Last time we were here,
we were catching o'io.

Not here to fish today, Pop.

You caught one big buggah.

Cook 'em up
with shoyu and garlic.

Remember that?

We need to talk about
the restaurant.

Couple of years ago,
you took $50,000 from A.J. Hale.

A.J. had no right
telling you that.

That's my business.

A.J. didn't tell me.
The FBI did.

The FBI?

They're investigating him.

Money laundering,
the criminal businesses

the Koa brothers were running.

A.J.'s in charge now.

I don't have nothing
to do with that, never have.

But you took their money.
It was a loan.

50 grand in cash.

I hit a bad patch
and needed help.

But I paid it all back.

Pops, it won't matter.

Not if the feds believe
you laundered dirty money.

You know me, Kai.

I wouldn't do that.

So, what do I do?

Make sure
your books are in order.

Every cent accounted for--
receipts, invoices, everything.

Okay?
Not so easy with a
business like mine.

Then get busy.
You have to assume

that they're coming for you.

And you need to be ready.

If I do that,

then we can
take care of this, right?

Make it go away?

I hope so, Pop.

JESSE: So, I'm sitting
there in the dark,

and then the window starts
to slide open.

Okay, you're awful.
I know, right?

Well, how late was Gracie?

Like 20 minutes.

But I'd sent her a text

and given her
plenty of warnings.

And then you decided
that scaring her to death

was the right parenting choice?

I knew it would be effective.
You should've heard her scream.

(laughs)
Truly, you're the worst.

Maybe, but you can bet that

she's not gonna try to sneak in
after curfew ever again.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Uh, I'm not sure.

What's up?

C.C. never showed up to yoga
this morning,

and I can't find her anywhere.

C.C.?

Carla Chase.

You and Commander Chase
do yoga together?

Was the incredulous tone
for the yoga

or the "together" part?

Both?

We do a lot of things.
We're friends.

Hit an amazing centipede exhibit

at the Insect Museum
last week.

(exhales sharply)
Sounds like a party.

Okay, look,
maybe she just...

she could have gotten
caught up with work.

I just came from AFMES.

They haven't seen
or heard from her.

She didn't answer the door
at her house either,

but her car's there.

All right, grab Kai,
go check out her house.

Talk to the neighbors,
see if they have a key.

You got it.
ERNIE: You think
something happened to her?

We're gonna find out.

I'll come with.

Great. You can, uh,
tell me about the centipedes.

Oh, it was fascinating.
You wouldn't believe...

Kidding.

KAI:
Looks like a decent
security system.

Yeah, I was expecting more of

a wind chimes
and dream catcher vibe.

She's actually got
an amazing Ojibwa dream catcher,

but she was also with
the Navy Medical Corps in Iraq.

She's seen some things.

Commander Chase, hello?

It's locked.

Let's check around back.

There's, uh, doors
off the patio.

Maybe we can get in there.

C.C., you here?

What if she's hurt?
We have to get in.
We will.

Guys.

Broken glass.

Stay out here.

NCIS.

Commander Chase, you in here?

Clear.

Clear.

Oh, my God.

What part of "stay out there"
didn't you understand?

She's not here.
Maybe she's...

Ernie.
Just keep back.

We got to assume
this is a crime scene.

Hey, boss.

We have a problem.

Okay, BOLO's out for Chase.
Any witnesses?

No. We talked to the neighbors.
Nobody saw anything unusual.

And it didn't look like
anything else was taken?

Not that we could see.

All right, well, Jesse got
one print off the back door.

I asked Ernie to run it
through the databases.

Hey, Ernie seemed
pretty shaken up.

He and Chase are close.

You two are pretty tight, too,
aren't you?

Yeah. We've been colleagues
and friends a long time now.

Hey, you holding up okay?
ERNIE: Nope.

But C.C. needs our A game,

so I guess we'll have to
just fall apart later.
(exhales)

Sounds like something
Chase would say.

Anything from
the security footage?
No.

Back camera was disabled

and there was nothing
on the one out front,

but I got a hit
on a print that Jesse lifted.

Sergeant Owen Santino.
Army Ranger.

And also
a wanted man.

For what?
Another abduction.

Woman taken from her home
last night.

(typing)

Bree Foster.

Special Agent with
the DEA here on Oahu.

Did they know each other?
I-I don't know.

DEA won't release any details.

W-What could this guy
want with them?

I'll talk to DEA and
see what they know.

Okay. We'll start digging
into Sgt. Santino.

(sighs)

We have to find her.
We will.

Keep me posted.

(groaning softly)
(tires hitting gravel)

(brakes squeal)

(engine stops)
(door opens)

(door closes)

Get out.

(grunting)

All right.

Screaming won't do you any good.

Maybe...

maybe now you can tell me
what this is about?

You'll see.

I'm not going anywhere
without some answers.

Maybe you're not the one
calling the shots.

You need medical attention.
I'm fine.

You're hypertensive. Elevated
heart rate, shallow breathing...

Just move!

Go!

Come on.

Get in. Get in.

What is this place?

Come on. Come on.

Come on.
Okay.

Stay.

This is why you're here.

Time to get to work.

Hey, we find any connection

between Sgt. Santino
and Commander Chase?

(sighs) No.

I went through the records
Army CID sent over,

but there's no obvious
point of contact between them.

What about
the missing DEA agent?

Santino know her?
Not that I can see.

There's got to be a reason
he took those two.

What do we know
about Foster?

She has been with DEA

just over eight years.

Solid agent, good record.

But where's she detailed?
Um...

task force going after
black market opioids.

There's been a big uptick
on the island,

especially with
military personnel.

Santino's Army.

He could be a target
of the investigation.

Well, if he is,
they're not sharing.

Even Tennant got red-taped.

Bet she didn't like that.

No.
She went to pay them a visit

in person with Whistler.

Figured a little FBI muscle
couldn't hurt.

They better get
some answers.

I hate to say it, but
if we don't get Chase back soon,

we might not
get her back at all.

Don't try anything.
(clippers snap)

Yes. You've made that
abundantly clear.

Multiple lacerations.

Deep penetration
from a relatively low angle.

Is this your doing?

I wouldn't need you
if it was.

Then how did you end up with
this unfortunate woman's body

in a freezer
in the middle of the woods?

I got a text last night

telling me to meet Agent Foster
at her house.

Agent?

She's DEA, but I-I...

I swear, she was dead
when I got there.

So the obvious next
move on your part was

to steal the body
and kidnap a medical examiner?

I didn't do it!
I just...

I just need you to prove it.

And how do you expect me
to do that?

Autopsies, tests.
You know?

whatever it is you people do.
All of which require

sophisticated medical equipment.
No...

isn't an option, Doc.

Trust me, I got nothing to lose.

I'll do what I can,

but you may not
like what I find.

Let's just hope
you're wrong about that.

For both our sakes.

I can't do anything
without the proper tools.

So I'll give you a list.

(indistinct chatter)

My contact at DEA
was tight-lipped

about this task force.

She heard they're
about to be shut down.

She say why?

Only that the agency seems
to be in cover-your-ass mode.

Oh.
Hey!

Who the hell are you?
You can't be in here.

Jane Tennant, Special
Agent in Charge, NCIS.

This is Kate Whistler
with FBI.

And we wouldn't be
crashing your party

if you returned our calls.

We've been a little busy.
TENNANT: Looking for your

missing agent? We've been
doing that, too.

Agent Foster and Commander Chase
don't have time

for jurisdictional games.

It's a lot more complicated
than that.

We can handle complicated.

Look, I'll go as far over
your heads as necessary

to find Commander Chase,
or...

...we can all be professionals
and start cooperating.

Come on, guys. Isn't this thing
messed-up enough already?

Let's start over.

I'm Supervisory Special Agent
Jerry Covington.

This is
Special Agent Kendra Vreeland.

And the bullheaded one's
Ned Ross.

Thing is, Bree Foster
isn't just missing.

She was murdered.

That bastard
Santino killed her.

I warned Bree not to trust him.

They knew each other?

Santino was her informant.

It's why we kept the murder
under wraps.

We're close to
figuring out the source

of these black market opioids
and shutting them down.

Well, what's Santino's
connection?

ROSS:
A few weeks ago,

Bree and I picked him up.

He had a baggie of the opioids
we've been chasing.

Santino is an addict.

Started dealing on the side
to afford his habit.

He agreed to identify
his main supplier

in exchange for
a lighter sentence.

And it was working.
We're close.

And you're sure the sergeant
killed Agent Foster?

Got his picture to prove it.

That's Bree's home,
just after 11:00 last night.

And this is
from this morning.

Santino have a motive?

VREELAND:
He'd just found out we were
gonna report everything to CID.

Probably looking at
a dishonorable discharge

even though he cooperated.

Must've been pissed.

And blamed Bree.

Okay, wait.

Where's Agent Foster's body?

Santino took it.

Wait, your CI
killed his handler,

took her body and then
abducted a medical examiner?

You might have wanted to lead
with that.

Any word?
TENNANT: No.

But task force is getting us
everything they have

on Sgt. Santino
and Agent Foster's murder.

There's got to be
more we can do.

Look.

Carla is one of the most
formidable women I know,

and she's smart.

She can take care of herself.

(sighs) You really believe
she's okay?

I'm trying to.

Do you have something?

Yeah.

I may have figured out why
Sgt. Santino took Chase.

One of Santino's Army buddies
died last year from an overdose.

The assumption was
that it was suicide.

But Chase disagreed?
She proved

he had an anaphylactic
reaction to the drug.

His death was tragic

but accidental.

So no reason for Santino
to hold a grudge.

Just the opposite.

He abducted a medical examiner
whose opinion he trusts.

Feels like he's trying to see
if Chase can prove

that he didn't kill Foster.

VREELAND:
Then he's gonna
be disappointed,

'cause it's pretty certain
he did.

A security cam shot of him
at the front door

isn't much evidence.

There is plenty more.

Then why don't we have it?
Because the guys are
dragging their feet,

hoping to catch Santino first
and put this thing to bed,

keep the task force
from being shut down.

ERNIE:
Commander Chase

could be in danger.

Which is why I'm here.

You got some place
we can plug this in?

Based on blood spatter,
we think

Foster got stabbed
multiple times.

Did you find
the murder weapon?

No. Ross thinks Santino
used his combat knife.

Body was dragged out back.

Boot prints are Santino's size.

He didn't try very hard
to cover his tracks.

Probably high,
not thinking straight.

Hey, boss,
I, uh, talked to Santino's unit.

Kai, this is Special Agent
Vreeland with the DEA.

You all cooperating with us now?

Some of us, anyway.

All right.

None of the guys
in Santino's unit

have heard from him.

Said he'd been pretty erratic
the last six months.

VEERLAND:
Happens when that monkey

lands on your back.

Nothing but the addiction
matters.

Yeah. I did get a name.

Russ Novak, a dealer
they'd seen Santino with.

Yeah, we know Novak.

Real scumbag.

Targets combat veterans
who are already struggling.

Did Novak serve?

No, but he talks the talk.

Makes the guys trust him.

Why haven't you picked him up?

Because what we really want
is his supplier.

Santino was getting tight with
Novak, trying to get a name.

All right, well,
if they're close,

then maybe Novak knows
where Santino's taken Chase.

We need to talk to him.

You do that,
he could suspect we're onto him.

Maybe warn his supplier.

Months of the task force's
work blown to hell.

Thought you wanted to help
save Commander Chase.

All right, that's everything.

I'm not sure
what you expect from me.

Your DNA's already
all over the body.

I don't know, just...
something.

Whatever I find
won't even hold up in court.

SANTINO:
Got it. It's hopeless.

So let's just end it now.

Hmm?

Perhaps I should have
been clearer.

I need human medical supplies.

I got what I could.

Breaking into your lab
at Pearl Harbor

didn't seem like the best plan.

How interesting.

What?

Around the wound there,
that odd chafing.

You see it?

This one?

Drop the gun, now.

Do it.

Do it!
You think I won't?

Go ahead.

I'm finished anyway.

Did you kill Agent Foster?

No.

She tried to help me.

She was the only
one that cared.

(sighs)

Put that damn thing away.

(scalpel clatters)

What are you doing?

An excellent question.

One I don't quite
have the answer to myself.

Step aside, soldier,
and tell me everything you did

from the moment
you entered Agent Foster's home.

♪ ♪

KAI:
I spent way too many nights

in bars like this when I served.

Really? Didn't figure you
for a party guy.

Why not? I'm-I'm fun.

Sure.
I'm f...

Also, there wasn't
much else to do

at most of the posts
I was stationed.

You know, bars are
actually the best place

to get into fights.

Like, on purpose?
Sometimes.

I was working through a lot of
anger issues back then, okay?

There's Novak.

Those guys he's with
can't be any older than 22.

KAI:
Novak's trying
to get them hooked.

Bar fight actually sounds
pretty good right now.

Hey, it's gonna have to wait.

If Novak can help us
track down Santino,

we might find Chase.

Nice and easy, all right?

Cool.
There anything you want, man?

Y'all ready to do this?

GUY:
Definitely interested.
Cool.

Hey, we just
want to talk, man, okay?

That right?
Yeah.

(people exclaiming)

So much for nice and easy.

(shrieks)

Hey. You all right?

Go, go, go!

(grunting)

You okay?

Uh, yeah.

Novak, freeze!

(gunshots)

DEA!

This the part where
you guys say thank you?

COVINGTON:
I should have been consulted
before your team went

after Novak.
We have different priorities.

Ours is finding Commander Chase.

You think we don't
want that, too?

I'm sure you do.

But you're also
protecting months of work

that you've put
into this investigation.

ROSS:
Damn right we are.

And we needed Novak to
identify his supplier.

Then maybe you shouldn't
have gone in guns blazing.

This is on you.

You're just lucky
we were there watching Novak.

We could have handled it.

Sure as hell
didn't look like it.
TENNANT: Okay!

Arguing is getting us no closer

to finding Santino or Chase.

So back off.

Santino killed Bree.

We'll find him
and bring him to justice.

Is this about justice
or revenge?

It's about getting the job done,

which is what I'm gonna do.

We are wasting time.

We need to pool
our resources, Jerry.

All hands on deck.
No holding back.

All right.

Not sure how it'll help,
but everything we have is yours,

as long as
it's a two-way street.

Of course.

I'll let our people know.
TENNANT: Thanks.

It's how we should have played
this from the beginning.

Here.

I found this next to the...

next to Agent Foster.

Yes, that could certainly
be the weapon

that caused the injuries.

Just have no idea how
it got there, though.

(sniffles)
Do you recognize this knife?

You agreed
to tell me everything.

How much worse could it be?

I-It's mine.

It went missing a few days ago.

I stand corrected, that makes it
much worse for you.

I was set up.

And who would do that?

My dealer and his supplier.
Mm.

They must have found out that
I was working with the feds

and killed her and
framed me for it. I...

(scoffs)
You don't believe me.

I try to make no assumptions.

It's not what you think.

Oh, I'm certain it is.

Buprenorphine.

Helps alleviate the symptoms
from opioid withdrawal.

Been clean 21 days.

It's a good start.

It's been hell.
The pain.

The memories just...
all coming back.

Oh, that trauma
never really went away.

Yeah, but I could
forget it for a while.

IED explosion in Afghanistan
took out half my unit.

I ended up full of shrapnel.

The pain-- you got no idea.

About ready to give up
before I started the oxy.

Opioids can be miracle drugs.

Until they're not.

Agent Foster...

convinced me
I could kick the habit.

She had faith in me

even when I didn't.

You must really hate me.

Bringing you here like this.

I spent ten years
patching up soldiers like you

on the front lines.

I understand despair.

Known it myself.

But you didn't let it ruin you.

I found my own ways to cope.

Healthy ways.

You can, too.

I doubt I'll get that chance.

Not if you don't
find something here.

Then why don't you step away
and let me do my job.

Good morning.

Hey. It's morning?

Yep, and Lucy told me
she usually brings you

a pick-me-up
after all-nighters.

Portuguese sausage
and egg sandwich?

Better.

Almonds
with vitamin B and magnesium

for muscle fatigue.

Hard-boiled eggs,
iron and protein.

And sugar-free dark chocolate,

a natural stimulant.

ERNIE (yawning):
Ah, looks delicious.

Oh, and just in case,

this is a double
double espresso.

Ooh, that'll work.

I think I may have actually
just found something.

Been trying to figure out
where Santino might take Chase.

Well, he hasn't been
in Hawai'i long, has he?
No.

He was mostly stationed abroad
until recently.

Well, not surprising
for a ranger.

But he was here eight years ago

for a jungle operations
training course.

WHISTLER:
Interesting.

But a military facility
doesn't seem a likely place

to hold Chase, does it?

Except that particular
training facility

isn't operational anymore.

It's been closed down
for years.

(exhales sharply)

It's in the middle of nowhere--
perfect place to hide.

Okay, so I'm not delirious
from lack of sleep?

Definitely not.
Okay, I'll call Tennant.

You finish that double double,
you earned it.

Mm-hmm.

SANTINO:
That mean you're done?

As much as I can do here, yes.

And?

Almost certainly, your knife
was the murder weapon.

And those injuries

did cause her death.

Which means I'm screwed.

I did notice one unusual thing.

Well?

Oh, are you interested?

I was under the impression
that you'd already given up.

Just tell me
what you found, Doc.

A small puncture wound.

Nearly invisible.

Easy to miss.
So, uh...

so, what does that mean?

She was injected with something?

It appears so.

But I won't know what until
I get her back to my lab

and run the necessary tests.

Is this another trick?

What if it is?

You're running out
of options, Sergeant.

Right now, I'm the only person
even willing to consider

you might be innocent.

Anything?
Nothing yet.

Kai's still searching.

The facility's spread
over several acres,

so there's a lot
of ground to cover.

How many structures?

Only a few.
Some of them have fallen apart.

No, uh, task force?

I thought it best to keep it
a little more low-key.

You didn't want those hotheads
shooting anyone else, huh?

Especially not if Chase might
get caught in the crossfire.

KAI: Jesse, you copy?
Yeah, I'm here.

Tennant's with me.

I think I found them.
There's a car

parked out front
of the old mess hall.

Okay, hold tight.
We're on our way.

Hey.

You see Chase or Santino?

I can't confirm it's them,

but I see two people
moving back and forth.

All right, let's move in.
Careful not to spook him.

Uh, how do I know
I can trust you?

I think me not cutting
your throat was a good start.

You're not just gonna
leave, turn me in?

No.

Though I'd advise you
to do that yourself,

before it's too late.

Come on.

What did you do?
What-what do you mean? I...

You lied.
Sergeant, be smart.

Shut up!

Stay away!

(grunts)

Was any of that real?
I haven't

lied to you.
Please, just give yourself up.

I am not going to jail
for something I didn't do!

I'll talk to the police.
That's not gonna do any good.

Nobody'll listen.
Not to an addict.

I'll listen.

Get back.

I'm unarmed.

Hey, why don't we
find a way out of this

where nobody gets hurt?

Let's just all
take a breath here, okay?

How you holding up?

Eh, I been through worse.

Really?

You'll have to
tell me about that sometime.

Get out. Now.

Is this really how you want
to play things, Sergeant?

Better to leave in a body bag
than in cuffs.

Maybe we can come up
with another option.

Why don't you tell me
about Agent Foster's murder?

I'm being set up.

They're making me look like
some crazy nutjob.

Okay, well, you're not exactly
proving them wrong.

You have to the count
of three. One...

Jane, you should know
that I think

he may be telling the truth.

What, that he'll shoot
after three?

No, that's-that's a bluff.
Two!

I mean it.
CHASE: Sergeant Santino
was likely set up.

I conducted an autopsy and...

though admittedly not performed

at the highest
professional standards,

it did raise questions

which I can only answer
in my lab.

You're just saying that
to get out of here.

Okay, look, how
about a compromise?

Let Commander Chase go,
see what she can figure out.

And I'll stay here with you.

Should we call in REACT?

JESSE:
Nah, give it a beat.

If there's anyone that can talk
this guy down, it's Tennant.

Heads up, I see movement.

If you gentlemen
would lend me a hand.

What about Tennant?
She's safe for now.

But I need to get to
the AFMES office right away.

She may not have much time.

Oh, sorry.
Hey.

I-I was just heading over
to Commander Chase's office.

She and Kai
are on the way there now.

She's okay?
Yeah,

but now Tennant
is trapped in there

with that Army Ranger.

Chase thinks he's being set up.

Wait, that might fit
with why I'm here.

I found some of
Agent Foster's notes

that weren't with
the official case file.

She was working on
a wiretap for a guy

named George Bedalyan.

Who's George Bedalyan?

I was hoping you knew.

His name isn't anywhere
in the case file.

Her notes say
why he was important?

She believed he's the supplier

of the black market opioids
they've been looking for.

Wait, you think the task force
didn't give us everything?

Or someone scrubbed Bedalyan's
name from all the reports.

I'll see Chase later.

We have to find out what
we can about George Bedalyan

and get it to Tennant.

Aw, damn it.

There's no word
from the doc yet?

She's barely had time
to get back there.

(phone vibrates)

What's up?

JESSE:
Hey, yeah, we've got company.

DEA just arrived in full force.

Tell them to hold back.

I'll tell 'em, not
too confident they'll listen.

You called them?

No, but we're gonna
work it out, Owen.

They think that I killed her.

Just keep calm.

I will talk to them

and explain what's going on.

JESSE:
Covington, keep
your agents back.

Why the hell weren't we notified
you located Santino?

You'll get your chance with him

soon as we get this situation
under control.

Control? You let him
take your boss hostage.

We're handling it.

Yeah.
Hey.

Is Tennant okay in there?

She's fine.

I'm never getting out of here.

Yes, you will.

Look. I'm here
to make sure of it.

They think I killed
their partner.

They want me dead.

(scoffs) Not the worst
way to go, I guess.

"I will always

"endeavor to uphold
the prestige, honor,

and high esprit de corps
of the Rangers."

You swore that creed.

I lived by it, too.

But I wasn't strong enough.

Your battle's not over yet.

Look, just give my people time
to find the truth.

(sighs) Things are tense
out there, Commander.

We have to hurry.
I'm fully aware of

the necessity for haste.

So, you think she was drugged
before she was stabbed?

Possibly, and
if she was,

it might have
incapacitated her.

Made her vulnerable.

Giving the killer
the opportunity

to strike her from the front.

Which seems too premeditated
for the crime of passion

this was assumed to be.

If you're right, Sgt. Santino
was the perfect fall guy.

Of course, that's just
all theory without proof.

We need to talk to Tennant.

TENNANT:
Owen.

It doesn't have to go down
like this.

(phone vibrates)
Maybe it does.

Maybe this is how
it always had to end.

Tennant.

CHASE:
I was right.

Agent Foster was injected

with a high dose of
suxamethonium chloride.

Okay, how would that
have affected her?

It's used in anesthesia.

Even small amounts results
in temporary paralysis.

Which explains why she didn't
have any defensive wounds.

And you said the injection point
was from behind her?

CHASE: Yes.
So she must have known

her attackers and that's
why they had to

incapacitate her first.

Thanks, Carla.

Told you
we'd find out the truth.

Not sure the truth matters.

Those guys are out for blood.

No way they let me
walk out of here alive.

Trust me.
I'll make it happen.

Tennant talked Santino
into giving himself up.

Tell your people to stand down,
they're coming out.

Lower your weapons.

I got him.

No, he surrendered.
He's coming with us.

Commander Chase is no longer

in danger.
This is DEA's case now.

You said I'd be safe.
And you will be.

We have reason to believe
that Sgt. Santino

is not responsible
for your agent's murder.

You got evidence,
we'll take a look.

Until then,
get him out of here.

You promised.

ROSS:
Shut your mouth.

COVINGTON:
We have Santino.
Don't worry.

I won't let anything
happen to him.

I want everything ready
when we get him there.

Don't let him
out of your sight.

(doors close)
You okay?

It's not me I'm worried about.

Hey.

Any movement there?

JESSE:
Santino's still inside

with the task force.

They're probably trying
to get him to confess.

He won't.

They'll have to transfer him

to FDC Honolulu soon.

And you think
whoever's behind this

will try something?

If Santino's dead
and unable to mount a defense,

Agent Foster's murder
will be blamed on him.

What about Chase's evidence?

It's only enough to create
doubt, not enough to clear him.

Look, call if anything changes.

Hey.

So, what do we know about
this opioid supplier

that Foster suspected?

His name's George Bedalyan.

He runs
an import-export business

that deals mostly in foods.

But we dug into his financials
and they don't add up.

If Foster was right about
him smuggling in the opioids,

he's been getting away with it
for years.

Because he's had help
on the inside.

Whoever it was
that scrubbed Bedalyan's name

from the case file.

Has to be someone
on the task force then, right?

Right, and that's why
Agent Foster

was keeping
her suspicions to herself.

She thought one of
her colleagues was involved.

(computer beeps)

The wiretap.

Agent Foster wrote
an affidavit

for a wiretap on Bedalyan
before she was killed,

and her information was enough
for me to get one approved.

The call's coming from a burner.

BEDALYAN:
It's about time.

You gonna be able
to take care of this?

VEERLAND:
Yeah, but it's risky.

I'll expect a big bonus
in addition to my usual payment.

BEDALYAN:
You'll get it.

(beep)

Oh, she didn't identify herself.

She didn't need to.

Uh, what's-what's
going on?

Taking you
to the detention center.

Just you?

Yeah.

You're not gonna give me
any problems, are you?

TENNANT:
Drop it, Vreeland.

What the hell is this?

You're under arrest
for the murder of Bree Foster.

What?

(chuckles)
That's crazy.

We already got
George Bedalyan in custody.

Looks like you won't be
collecting that bonus.

COVINGTON:
It's true?

I told Special Agent Tennant

she had to be mistaken.

Get me out of here.

Jesse, Kai,
escort Ms. Vreeland inside.

I'm sure her colleagues
have some questions for her.

You came through.

I always keep my promises.

I've still got
a lot to answer for.

Hey.

The Army's gonna
get you the help you need.

But it's gonna be up to you
to do the work.

Okay.
Let's get you out of here.

(singsongy):
Hey there.

Ha...

Can't tell you
how happy I am to see you.

Ah, I was gonna
come find you.

You must have
thought me very rude

for standing you up
for morning yoga.

So rude.

I nearly erased you
from my contacts.

I heard you were
rather relentless

in making sure I was found.

I couldn't lose you.

Who else would go see
centipede exhibits with me?

(chuckles)

How are you?

I'm okay. Now.

There's still time to catch that
sunset yoga class, if you want.

(scoffs)
I had something else in mind.

♪ I'm not going anywhere ♪

♪ I'm not going anywhere... ♪

(laughs)

Nobody finds the good stuff
in here.

Can I interest you
in an 18-year-old Macallan?

I'll get the beakers.

♪ Anywhere. ♪

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