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Bye, babe.

I'll pick up the
groceries on my way home.

Oh, uh, and add sardines to the list.

And blueberries.

You're sure?

Oh, you think I'm weird, don't you?

I think you're beautiful.

And weird.

Hon, I'm sorry. Of
course, you're not weird.

- You're perfect.
- No. Jared, look.

What the hell?

Hey, Katie.

Are you drunk?

Maybe. A little.

I didn't get out of
Air Raid till 2:00 a.m.,

and there was this
off-the-hook after-party,

- and everybody...
- Did you set up the meet?

Not exactly.

The truth is, I'm not sure this whole

confidential informant
thing is working for me.

It's not a choice, Kenny.

- Well, I mean, it kind of is, right?
- No!

You were busted with enough contraband

to send you away for years, so either

help me get evidence on the
prison guards you sell to,

or I take you back to jail.

But those jerks still owe me
five grand on the last deal.

- The money doesn't matter.
- It does to me.

They think I'm some chump
they can short? No, no, no, no.

They need to make it
right, or there is no deal.

It's a sting operation.

That is the whole point of the deal.

You don't keep the money either way.

- What's in it for me?
- Staying out of prison.

Okay, just set up the meet, Kenny,

or I'm done trying to help you.

You call this "help"?

- Morning, boss.
- Morning.

Assuming there's more than
just some stolen tires?

Actually, there's not.

Whole bunch of stolen tires, though.

Okay and that requires the SAC because?

Well, less about what was stolen,

more about who it was stolen from.

Lot of brass live here.

Highly motivated to get some answers.

- Which means we are, too.
- Yep.

Okay. How many cars were hit?

12. Sometime between 1:00
and 6:00 in the morning.

Whoever nabbed the
tires somehow got on base

and close to their homes
without being spotted.

- So, no witnesses?
- None so far.

Hey. Residents who have
security cams all report

their systems going down
for several hours last night.

- At the same time?
- Yeah.

So, somebody hacked into everyone's
security systems to steal tires?

Seems more like a prank than theft.

Hey, Boom-Boom's back!

Doesn't seem too happy about it.

36 hours ago, I was taking
apart an IED in Bahrain.

Now my talents are evidently
needed to identify a...

- tire thief.
- Well, your talents are always appreciated.

Just to be clear, we didn't call.

Oh, my boss did. Lives
in the neighborhood.

Asked me to do what I
could to figure this out.

I'm not sure you're
gonna have much luck.

Thieves... they-they were smart.

They used gloves, disabled the cameras,

so there's not much evidence.

So you're doubting my abilities?

No. No, no. That's not what I meant.

- Good, 'cause that'd be a mistake.
- Mm.

It's nice to have you back, Boom-Boom.

It's always good to see
you, Special Agent Tennant.

Boone.

I-I would... I'd never
doubt your abilities.

- Uh-huh.
- Never!

- Keep me updated.
- Yeah.

I just... I thought
Boom-Boom and I were good.

Maybe talk less.

We've been planning this for months,

and suddenly he gets cold feet?

Over five grand he'll
never actually get.

He's a criminal. They're not
known for being dependable

or smart.

ASAC Curtis wanted to give Kenny
Sparks to a more senior agent,

and I convinced him to
trust me to handle it.

I can't screw it up.

He really calls himself "Kenny Sparks"?

Yeah. Tells you everything
you need to know.

This is the first CI you've handled.

- Give it time.
- I don't have time.

Curtis wants the meet set this week.

Take down the prison guards.

It's a big case.

'Cause Kenny sells them burner
phones and drugs for the inmates?

And the guards have info on
every gang inside the prison.

I mean, it could help
make a lot of other cases.

Look, I can't help you with Kenny,

but I can tell you this.

You are smart, resourceful,

and you look fantastic in that suit.

- You got this.
- Morning, Kate.

- FBI have something for us on tire-gate?
- Uh, no.

Just dropped in for a
little moral support.

But I'll leave you to it.

Everything okay?

Kate's running her first CI,
and he's giving her problems.

Ah. They almost always do.

Any luck with the security footage?

Still going through it. Nothing yet.

All right, go back a few hours.

They could've been on base and waiting.

Well, it looks like
Ernie's got something.

All right, go check it out.

I got to update the base
commander in a couple hours.

Hoping to have something to share.

- Hey.
- What do tires, spoons,

mannequins and golf
trophies have in common?

Uh... they're all nouns?

- Really?
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Yeah. I'm at a loss, too.

I'm hoping that wasn't
just a random question.

I don't think tires were
this thief's first caper.

- Caper?
- Has more flair than "illicit activity."

I found similar crimes going
back the last few months.

Three country clubs were hit.

But only the golf trophies were stolen.

- They worth anything?
- Only to the people who won them.

And this one:

a bunch of luxury clothing stores

at the mall were burglarized,

and the thieves only
took the mannequins.

- Very caper-esque.
- See? And finally,

a neighborhood on the
windward side of the island

had seven houses robbed in one night.

Well, that's more serious.

Not when you hear what they stole.

Spoons.

- Spoons?
- Bizarre, right?

Well, clearly, suspect's
not doing this for the money.

- All the other thefts happened off base?
- Yeah.

And I can't find any
connections between them.

Oh, it's Jesse.

Maybe he found something
at the crime scene.

- Well?
- Uh, actually, they...

lost something.

How can it be gone?!

- It was right there.
- It's okay.

It's okay. We're locking down the base.

- We'll find your van.
- Okay?

How is this okay when all the
evidence I collected was in there?

Right. Definitely not okay.

We got it. Ernie tracked
the van using GPS.

It's one block over.

Oh, easy. It doesn't feel right.

What? Like it's a trap?

Easy enough to set explosives,

wait for us to get close.

Get back!

What the hell?

What is that?

Elephant toothpaste.

Is it dangerous?

Only to my evidence...

and my pride.

It's kind of awesome.

Devon Gage and Ross Lamont

have a combined 15 years
of working at FDC Honolulu.

Operating a criminal
enterprise the whole time.

Agent Whistler.

Uh, Gage and Lamont run a
contraband pipeline to convicts.

A couple months ago, I identified
their supplier... Kenny Sparks.

Took some convincing, but
he agreed to wear a wire,

set a meet to take them down.

We make a case against these
guards, and we can turn them.

Gain access to the inner workings

of criminal networks across the state.

We'll have a time and
place soon, so let's prep.

I want to share an ops plan
with the OIG by end-of-day.

Thank you.

Kate?

How's it going with Sparks?

Uh... He's a handful.

I've been there.

You've done a great job so far.

Identifying him, bringing him
in, getting him to cooperate.

- Thank you.
- But I'm wondering

why Sparks hasn't set the meet yet.

Kenny's being difficult.

- Cold feet?
- Not exactly.

There's a financial dispute
between him and our targets.

- Nothing I can't handle.
- No doubt.

Still, it wouldn't hurt for me to, uh,

meet him myself, just to kick the tires.

He's pretty nervous already.

I don't need to tell you how
much we've got riding on this.

I'd like for you to set that up.

Of course. I'll call him now.

Yes, I got a couple of acceptances,

but I'm still waiting to hear
back from my first choice, and...

Um, hey, I got to go, okay?

Okay. Yup, talk later.

Didn't hear you come in.

Years of stealth training.

- As a spy?
- As a nosy mom.

I don't remember you mentioning
a first-choice college.

Probably 'cause I didn't.

But you have one?

- I got to study.
- Yeah, sure.

You know what? I didn't
even want to know anyways.

Reverse psychology? Really?

- It was worth a try.
- Embarrassing to both of us.

But not as embarrassing
as Jesse and Kai.

- They're totally blowing up on RushCut, literally.
- Wait.

What does any of that mean?

- You haven't seen it yet?
- Seen what?

For real? Look, okay.

It's got, like, 10,000 hits.

Get back!

What the hell?

What is that?

I sent it to Gracie,
made sure she saw it.

Yeah, I'm sure her dad appreciated that.

Who posted this?

Mm. Frankie-A.

Not sure if it's a person or a group.

But they posted this other
one that's pretty funny.

All these Navy dudes
come out of their houses,

and the tires on their
cars are just gone.

Hysterical.

Hey, um, I'm gonna need
you to send me those videos.

Okay.

Sorry. Did I wake you?

It's okay. Can't sleep?

Oh.

Might be the sound of my
career going down the drain

that's keeping me up.

As long as you're not putting
too much pressure on yourself.

Hey, thought you got
Kenny to set the meet.

Well, I did after a lot of arm-twisting.

But Curtis wants to
meet with him tomorrow.

I think he's losing faith in me.

Kate, you're, like, his best agent.

- Then why can't I keep Kenny in line?
- You will.

Things go sideways on
all of us sometimes.

I'm just used to being...

better at things than everyone else.

I bet you freaked out every
time you got a B on a test.

- I never got a B.
- Hmm.

Oh.

- What's up, Kenny?
- Katie!

You should be here. The DJ is dope!

Uh, not in the mood for a dope DJ.

What do you need? There
a problem with the meet?

Yeah, my money's the problem, Katie.

I can't just let those guys get
away without paying what they owe.

- It's bad business.
- It's not business, Kenny.

- I told you. It's a sting...
- But it's my money!

- From the commission of a crime.
- Yeah. Look,

- I called off the meet.
- Kenny, no, that's not the plan.

They're not getting a thing
from me until I see some green.

Trust me. It's the right
move here. I got go.

You have something uplifting
and encouraging to say now?

I got nothing.

Any luck on the videos I sent?

Have to admit, I was a little
surprised you found these.

Because I'm too old for RushCut?

I refuse to answer that on the grounds

- that it may incriminate me.
- Smart.

Alex showed me.

Also said I wasn't allowed
to get my own account.

Mm. Doesn't want you to see
what he and his friends post?

Which makes me only
want to see even more.

I used to know
everything about this kid.

Now, I don't even know
his first-choice college.

Oh, it'll get worse. After he leaves,

you'll be completely shut out.

Did I say that out loud?

Well, Frankie-A's been busy.

We found posts on all the
thefts that Ernie identified,

plus a few others.

- All right, show me.
- Okay.

He started small.

Fairly innocent pranks.

Other than the whole
breaking-and-entering thing.

- Why spoons?
- 'Cause it's funny.

I mean, not to me, of course.

But then, the thefts changed,
seemed to get more personal.

The golf trophies were all taken

from private country clubs.

Hashtagged "rich-people-problems."

And the post with the stolen
tires slams military officers.

Sounds like someone has
a problem with authority.

Well, the thefts are evolving.

And becoming more sophisticated.

Getting onto base,

hacking personal
security cams takes skill.

All right, well, any luck
tracking down Frankie-A?

No, RushCut accounts are anonymous.

Frankie-A could be anybody.

I think it's a reference
to Frank Abagnale.

The Catch Me If You Can guy?

I don't think this
is quite at his level.

And Frankie-A doesn't seem
to be in it for the money.

Not yet, anyway.

Keep digging.

Hey, Boom-Boom.

I got your text. You
said you found something?

I look like Boom-Boom to you?

Hey, Bam Bam. I'm sorry.

I don't mistake you
for Boone or Tennant.

- I didn't see you.
- Even though I'm standing right in front of you?

- Uh...
- What's going on?

Holman thinks we look alike.

I really don't. I don't.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

- And we can move on.
- Yes, please. Thank you.

I... I got your text.
You said you had a lead?

Yeah. Been examining the device
that set off the elephant toothpaste.

It's pretty impressive, actually.

Small explosive set off
by a remote detonator,

- probably from a cell phone.
- Like a bomb?

Yeah, only this one isn't dangerous.

Just strong enough to break
the bottom of some tubes

and allow the chemicals to mix.

Um, how exactly is this stuff made?

Skipped that day of
seventh grade science, huh?

It's pretty easy.

Concentrated hydrogen peroxide,

potassium chloride as a catalyst.

You know what a catalyst is, right?

- Makes it go boom?
- Close enough.

Then you add soap, food
coloring and baking yeast.

Lots of baking yeast in this case.

I did some digging. Turns
out, the commissary here

sold over 100 bags of it last week.

To one person?

Lieutenant Commander William Morrison.

Navy pilot. Lives on base.

This is great. Thank you, Boom-Boom.

I'm Boom-Boom. She's Bam Bam.

- Isn't that what I said? I...
- I don't know. Is it?

Uh, I'm...

Great work, both of
you. Thank you. Sorry.

He's fun to mess with.

Always brings sunshine to my day.

Katie, I... I know you're pissed, but...

What's going on? Who...

My colleague, Special Agent Curtis.

We agreed I would only talk to you.

You also agreed to set a
meet, which you cancelled.

So let's not worry about
agreements right now.

You've been giving Agent
Whistler the runaround.

- Is that what you told him?
- Kenny, we just really need you to...

Shut up and listen is
what we need, Kenny.

Or you can leave here in cuffs.

All right?

Special Agent Whistler caught you
with the burner phones and drugs.

If we can't get the guards, we get you.

Is that simple enough to understand?

- I have been helping.
- Not enough.

You make sure the meet is back on,

or I'll make sure you don't see
the light of day for ten years.

Katie...

Just do what he said, Kenny, okay?

Lieutenant Commander Morrison
co-pilots a C-2 Greyhound.

He runs supplies and
cargo to aircraft carriers.

That's him.

Doesn't look like a guy that
spends a lot of time on RushCut.

Commander Morrison, I'm NCIS
Special Agent Jane Tennant,

this is Special Agent Boone.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Sure. What about?

Maybe we can start
with, uh, golf trophies.

Uh, okay. I... I don't play.

We're investigating a series of
thefts, and your name came up.

Somebody stole golf trophies?

Not only trophies,

but tires and mannequins and, uh...

- spoons.
- Mm.

Do you hear the words that
are coming out of your mouth?

Have you recently purchased a
large quantity of baking yeast?

I barely even cook.

And I just got back last night
from a run to the USS Nimitz.

What's in here?

My camper van.

I mean, not that I ever get to use it.

Look, be honest, okay?

Did the guys from the
squadron put you up to this?

We're gonna need to take a look.

Sure. No problem.

Here you go. As you can plainly see,

I got nothing to hide.

Trophies, tires, spoons and mannequins.

Can you explain how
all this ended up here?

I don't know. Somebody must've
put it there while I was gone.

Who else has access?

Nobody.

I hope I don't need to remind you

that keeping things from us
is an offense in and of itself.

My son. Robbie.

17 and too damn smart for his own good.

Okay, well, where is Robbie now?

I haven't seen him since I got back.

My camper van's gone, too.

Why the hell would he do this?

Hard to believe a teenager
committed all these crazy thefts.

Yeah. Kid's super intelligent,

but he's been in trouble before.

Got kicked out of three
schools in Arizona,

and had to come live here with his dad.

What'd he do?

Most recently? He hacked his
school's computer network.

Changing test scores?

Adding Christmas bonuses
to janitorial staff.

- Makes me kind of like him.
- Yeah.

Cute.

Okay, GPS on Morrison's camper van says

it should be right around here.

All right, let's try not to spook him.

NCIS!

Oh, my gosh. You're not Robbie.

No, you're not, little guy.
You're not Robbie at all, huh?

Hey, Luce, I got him. Robbie?

Robbie Morrison! NCIS!

You stay here, buddy, okay?

Robbie, stop!

Robbie.

- You got your pick?
- Yeah.

- Think we'd better hurry.
- Yeah.

Okay, got it.

Hey! Hey, get back here!

Got to give him credit.

Pretty impressive getaway.

Hey. Still no sign of Robbie?

No, but Jesse and Kai found the
plane he stole at Dillingham.

- Was anyone hurt?
- Looked like he landed safely. He's lucky.

Even left some cash for gas.

Morrison confirmed that Robbie's
been taking flying lessons

the last few years.

Following in his dad's footsteps.

Or trying to fly the nest. Literally.

Morrison said that there's
been a lot of tension

between them since he
and his wife divorced.

This kind of tension could
get him or someone else killed.

Which is why we need to
find him before that happens.

Any luck tracking his phone?

No. He probably changed his SIM card.

I'm sorry. Do we have a visitor?

Yeah, he's vicious.

Until you rub his belly.

Oh.

Hey, if you end up
adopting that little guy,

we'll have a playdate
with him and Pepper.

Not happening.

Puppies are cute, but
they grow up to be dogs.

I'll drop him off at Morrison's later.

You have something for us, Ernie?

Yeah, I was digging into
Robbie's social media profile.

- The one for Frankie-A?
- No, for Robbie himself.

Frankie-A's pranks target
mostly authority figures.

But on his personal posts,
Robbie is more of a crusader.

He's always supporting the underdog and

getting into some heated exchanges.
It's pretty wide-range, too.

Protecting the environment,
social issues, animal rights.

- Underpaid janitorial workers.
- Exactly.

Almost feels like he's
looking for a fight.

Anything that might
help us track him down?

Not yet, but I made a contact list...

anyone he might reach out to.

Good. I'll get Jesse and
Kai to keep an eye out

for the father in case
Robbie reaches out.

Okay. Hi.

- Hey, Kate, everything all right?
- I don't know.

Meet's officially back
on. Set for tomorrow night.

- That sounds all right.
- Yeah, but

I'm worried it's gonna fall
apart. Kenny was so upset.

I don't know if we can count on him.

Did you tell ASAC Curtis that?

Well, I don't want him to
feel like I'm undermining him.

His instincts are probably right here.

Doesn't sound like you believe
that, even a little bit.

Yeah, I don't know what I believe.

Stop second-guessing
your instincts, Kate.

That's not you. You break
murderers for breakfast.

Terrorists for lunch and
kingpins for a midday snack.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm a badass.

I got to go. Bye.

Everything's set for tomorrow night.

- I've alerted the team.
- Oh, good.

- I knew Kenny'd come through.
- Well, he almost didn't.

He tried to back out
of his CI agreement.

That's not unusual. They scare easy.

Sure.

Is there something else?

Uh, yes, sir, there is.

You agreed to trust me to
handle Kenny up until now.

Why didn't you trust me
enough to see this through?

To be honest, you didn't
exactly inspire confidence.

Well, I assure you, I've had the
situation fully under control.

Look, I was only trying to
protect you and this operation.

Well, with all due respect,

I don't need protecting.

All right, then.

Kenny's all yours.

Make some magic happen tomorrow.

Thank you, sir.

Kate Whistler.

What? No. No.

Don't-don't do anything. I'm on my way.

I'm not sure following
Morrison's gonna do much good.

Well, his son's a fugitive.

Don't you think he'll
want to make contact?

I mean, I think he's got as little idea

what's going on with Robbie as we do.

There he comes.

What's this now?

- Hey.
- Can I help you, man?

Hey!

Federal agents! Back off!

Hey!

Stop! Hey, stop!

Hey. Hey, Commander Morrison?

Yeah. This is Special
Agent Jesse Boone, NCIS.

I need an ambulance at
1070 King Street right away.

Oh, there she is.

You're about to find out what
a huge mistake you've made.

Officer Martinez?

I'm Agent Whistler.
Thank you for calling.

Loudmouth here says he works for you.

Claims he's deputized.

Tell her, Katie. Tell
her how important I am.

Stop talking.

What exactly happened here?

Neighbor reported suspicious activity.

Like he was casing the house
up the street, trying to get in.

Which I explained was part
of a top secret operation.

When I approached him, he tried to run.

I had to chase him down, detain him.

He hasn't shut up since.

It's true. Kenny is
assisting on an investigation.

And I appreciate
everything you've done, but

- I can take it from here.
- You sure?

Little time behind bars
might do this jerk some good.

Yeah, I couldn't agree more,

but I got it, if that's okay with you.

Yeah.

Sorry for the misunderstanding, Officer.

- FBI values your service.
- Just don't.

Devon Gage's house? Really?

One of the targets of our investigation?

I know where he hides his cash.

I figured I'd make myself whole
since you won't lift a finger.

So you were gonna rob him?!

What's wrong with you?

This operation took
months to put together,

and you're about to blow it
over a couple thousand dollars?

- Get locked up?
- You know what?

Set up the meet your damn selves.

I'm done.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's he doing?

Two skull fractures.

They're keeping him under because
of some swelling on the brain.

And the suspect?

We looked through security
footage for the vehicle,

but there's no good angle,
and the plates were covered.

So it was premeditated.

- It's got to be connected to Robbie's thefts, right?
- I guess.

He didn't really steal
anything of value.

We're missing a piece
only Robbie can fill in.

Kid's got no idea his
dad's in the hospital,

and we got no way of reaching him.

Actually, we do.

Hey, Ernie,

I need you to do something.

Dad!

Hello, Robbie.

We were hoping you'd show up.

You've been busy.

You tricked me, huh?

Posted that video of my
dad getting hurt on RushCut?

Had a feeling you'd see it.

Wasn't a trick, Robbie.

Your dad's in pretty bad shape.

Is he gonna be okay?

Doctors hope so.

I was just messing around.

Yeah, well, someone took it personal.

- It was just funny videos.
- They're crimes, Robbie.

Your dad mentioned that
you'd had some difficulties

with your mom in Arizona.

Her boyfriend and I didn't get along.

She chose him.

- That's hard.
- Yeah, well, Arizona sucks, anyway.

So you move in with your dad?

Yeah, he wasn't expecting
that. He's gone a lot.

But it doesn't matter. I'm fine.

What you've been doing isn't fine.

- Nobody was getting hurt.
- Can't say that anymore.

Look, whoever did this to your
dad could be looking for you.

I'm gonna need a list of every
theft you've committed, Robbie,

no matter how small.

You've got to find whoever did this.

He needs to pay.

Just... call me back,
okay? We need to talk.

Please, Kenny.

Hey!

Everything okay, Kate?

Well, I was hoping we could talk,

- but if you're busy...
- No. Let's talk.

The case I'm working on got me rattled.

It just feels like I
don't know what I'm doing.

This is the CI?

He's impossible,
completely undependable.

Says he'll cooperate, changes his mind.

Get him back in line, he
does it all over again.

How do I... make him get in line?

Well, you may not be able
to make him do anything.

What? So I just give up?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

You can't make him cooperate.

You're gonna have to convince him.

All right, what does he want?

- Well, to stay out of jail, I assume.
- Well, that's logical,

but most criminals
don't think logically.

Doesn't not going to jail
make sense to everybody?

I've handled a lot of CIs.

Every one of them is different.

They're people, not tools.

You're gonna have to get to know them.

Figure out what motivates them.

Is it money?

Fear? Love?

You're saying I need
to get inside his head

and figure out what makes him tick.

And use it to convince him

that cooperating is what he wants.

Good luck.

Hey.

Ah. Still puppy-sitting.

- He's a very good helper.
- Yeah?

Well, has he helped you identify
Morrison's assailant yet?

Sadly, no, but we've gone
through the list of thefts

that Robbie gave you. Housewives,

senior military officers, golfers.

No criminal records
or history of violence.

Maybe he left some out?

Strange. He doesn't
have any collar or tags.

And there were no toys or dog food

at the Morrisons' house, either.

Well, I'm pretty sure
the puppy isn't a suspect.

No, but how did Robbie get him?

Maybe it's not Robbie's dog.

Let's find out.

Robbie's at Juvenile Detention.
Let's give 'em a call.

- Wait, wait.
- Oh, this sounds like the spark of genius igniting.

- I like how you put things.
- Thank you.

This attack might not be the
result of Frankie-A's thefts,

but because of Robbie's
real-life account.

You said he was involved
with a lot of causes

and had some heated exchanges.

One of them was with a guy suspected

of breeding fighting
dogs... Nico Androv.

Androv's pretty blatant about
what he does with these dogs.

- Well, dogfighting's illegal.
- Well, here, but not abroad.

They code.

Like, they call a big
dogfight a "convention."

A "champion" is a dog
that's won three fights.

Authorities haven't shut him down?

None of the fights
take place on U.S. soil.

He trains them, ships them off.

Dogs aren't born violent.

The breeders make them that way.

And Robbie always
champions the underdog.

That little guy might be worth ten grand

if he's from a champion line.

If Robbie took a whole litter,
no wonder Androv's pissed.

Send Androv's picture to Jesse and Kai,

see if they recognize him.

Robbie's gone.

- Gone where?
- No one knows.

He disappeared from
the detention facility.

At the hospital, Robbie said whoever
attacked his father was gonna pay.

He already knew who it was.

He's going after Androv.

Thanks for meeting me, Kenny.

I don't want to fight,
Katie. Do what you got to do.

- I'm not changing my mind.
- Hey, I get it.

You got to make your own choices.

I'm just here 'cause I love the water.

I'm most relaxed when I'm
out on the waves surfing.

- You surf?
- Yeah, as much as I can.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

And there is a lot I don't
know about you, either.

- Like what?
- Your real name is Kenneth Abramowitz,

not Kenny Sparks.

- It's in my record.
- Yeah, I know it.

But I didn't know that
Kenneth Abramowitz applied

to join the sheriff's
department back in Ventura,

where you're from.

I got rejected. Twice.

Said I wasn't fit.

Must've hurt.

Especially with your father
and older brother both cops.

I was never good enough for them,

and man, would they let everyone know.

But Kenny,

you got a chance here to show
everyone how good you are.

By getting pinched by the
FBI and forced to cooperate?

No one's forcing you.

You made some really bad choices,

but you can start making good ones.

It's up to you.

- And my money?
- This was never about the money, Kenny.

'Cause you know we'd
never let you keep it.

It's about respect.

- Yeah?
- Those guys took advantage of you.

Same way they're taking advantage
of their power as guards.

But you can help stop them.

I'm giving you the opportunity
to earn some respect.

It's up to you to take it.

Oh, watch out!

Guess this is the place.

Yeah, looks like Robbie's already here.

He must be freeing Androv's dogs.

Vests aren't gonna help much
if one of these dogs attacks.

- Oh, great.
- Let go!

- Robbie!
- No, wait, please!

Get in there!

Let's see how much of
a smart-ass you are now!

Help!

NCIS!

Get Androv.

Hey, hey. It's okay.

You're under arrest, scumbag!

Hey, hey.

Easy.

Climb over the fence. Go.

It's okay. Good boy. There you go.

You're a good boy, aren't you?

We're gonna find you a new home, okay?

That's a promise.

You okay?

Yeah, but if you hadn't come...

Hey, hey, it's over
now. You're safe, okay?

- You're safe. Come on.
- All right.

You sure he'll hold it together?

Don't worry. Kenny's solid.

Okay, here we go.

Come on, Kenny.

Sparks. Wasn't sure you'd show up.

I almost didn't.

- You seem jumpy tonight.
- Yeah? 'Cause you guys owe me.

I was worried you'd
pull another fast one.

Is that all it is?

Show me the money,

I'll be totally chill.

Merchandise first.

This bunch is even better.

I've got burner phones in books,

and toothpaste with high-grade weed.

And ecstasy disguised as aspirin.

- Impressive.
- Come on, get the money.

It's all going home with me.

If I don't see some cash.

It's all there.

That's all we need. Move in! Move in!

Nice work, Agent.

Federal agents!

FBI! Don't move!

Hands up!

I'm sorry, Dad.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'm just glad you're okay.

You know, for a smart kid,

confronting Androv
alone was a dumb choice.

Those dogs didn't have any choice.

But you're right.

So, you're taking me back to juvie?

Just to pick up your stuff.

There may be a better way for you

to make restitution for your crimes.

So you're the kid that
messed up my van, huh?

Uh... yeah. I'm real sorry about that.

Well, that was a real pain-in-the-ass
move. You know that, right?

Kind of cool, though.

I hear you got some
talent with computers.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, it might be a win for everyone

if you put your talents
to more productive use.

We work with kids on the island,
teaching science and coding.

Deal is, you do your community
service hours with us.

Stay out of trouble, listen
to everything we tell you.

Your record gets clean.

Lot more fun fighting
crime than committing it.

What do you say?

Yeah.

Hey. Hope you ate. There were
some leftovers in the fridge.

Yeah. Um, I wasn't hungry.

Is everything okay?

I don't know.

I heard from my first-choice school.

Oh, baby.

Hey, I'm sorry.

But you got into those other schools, so

- you have choices.
- No, Mom. That's... that's not it.

I got in.

- Oh, my God. What? This is great!
- Yeah.

That's amazing. All
right, do I get to know

what school it is now?

I got into the U.S. Naval Academy.

I'm going to Annapolis.

Sounds like the operation
couldn't have gone any better.

So, how'd you get Kenny to come around?

I took Tennant's advice.
Figured out what makes him tick.

Loud techno and go-go dancers?

A little respect. And really,

well, just to feel good about himself.

Well, guess you two
aren't that different.

Hey, thank you for putting up with me.

I find you very easy to put up with.

How did I get through all
those months with you away?

- No idea. I am pretty awesome.
- Yes.

Yes, you are.

No.

Sorry. I will get rid of him.

Katie!

I told you not to call
unless it was an emergency.

It's a total emergency.

I got a big lead, partner.
Wait till you hear.

- We're not partners.
- Kenny?

Hold on. I'll be right there.

It's the scoop of the year, Katie.

Get ready for what Kenny
Sparks got for you, baby.

Right?

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