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MAN:
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?
(laughs)

I think you're beautiful.

And weird.

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

You're perfect.
No. Jared, look.

JARED:
What the hell?

♪ ♪

(laughing):
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?

(sighs)
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"?

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

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.
KAI: 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.

BOOM-BOOM: 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.

WHISTLER: 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.

(sighs)
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?

(laughing):
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.

(phone buzzing)

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.

(phone buzzing)
Oh, it's Jesse.

Maybe he found something
at the crime scene.

Well?
Uh,

actually,
they... lost something.

BOOM-BOOM:
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.

(loud popping)
JESSE:
Get back!

What the hell?

What is that?

Elephant toothpaste.
(laughs)

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... (laughs)
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.

(popping)
JESSE: Get back!

(laughs)

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.

(sighs)

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.

(laughs)

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.

(phone ringing)

Oh.

What's up, Kenny?

Katie! (laughs)

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.

(sighs)

You have something uplifting
and encouraging to say now?

(sighs)
I got nothing.

(sighs)

TENNANT:
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.

ERNIE:
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.
ERNIE:
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.

ERNIE:
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.
(camera shutter clicking)

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.

KAI:
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?

BAM BAM:
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.

BAM BAM:
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?

BOOM-BOOM:
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.

KENNY:
Katie,

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

What's going on? Who...?

(laughing):
Who is this?

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?

JESSE:
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?

(laughing):
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.

(sighs)

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?

(sighs)

Hard to believe

a teenager committed
all these crazy thefts.

KAI:
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!

(whines, barks)

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?

LUCY:
Robbie, stop!

KAI:
Robbie.

You got your pick?

Yeah.
(engine starting)

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.

(dog barks, whines)

I'm sorry. Do we have a visitor?

LUCY:
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.

(whines)

(phone ringing)

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.

(sighs)
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.

(phone buzzing)

Kate Whistler.

What? No. No.

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

JESSE:
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.
(engine revving)

What's this now?

MAN:
Hey.

Can I help you, man?

(grunting)

Hey!

Federal agents!
Back off!

(grunting)

Hey!

Stop! Hey, stop!
(tires squealing)

(panting)

(tires squeal, engine revs)

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.

(laughing):
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.

(sighs)

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?

TENNANT:
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.

WHISTLER:
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.
(yelps)

He's a very good helper.
Yeah?

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

LUCY:
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.

(dog barks)

Dogs aren't
born violent.

The breeders make them that way.

And Robbie always champions
the underdog.

(whines)

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.

♪ ♪

(barking)

Oh, watch out!

(sighs)
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.
ROBBIE:
Let go!

Robbie!
No, wait, please!

(dog growling)
Get in there!

(barking)

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

(barking)

Help!

NCIS!
Get Androv.

(barking)

Hey, hey. It's okay.

(grunting)

(grunts)
You're under arrest, scumbag!

(barking, growling)
Hey, hey.

(growling, barking)
Easy.

Climb over the fence. Go.

(growling)
It's okay. Good boy.
There you go.

(barking)
You're a good boy, aren't you?

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

That's a promise.
(growling)

(barking)

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.

CURTIS: You sure
he'll hold it together?

Don't worry.
Kenny's solid.

Okay, here we go.

WHISTLER:
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.

LAMONT:
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.

GAGE:
Impressive.

Come on, get the money.

It's all going home with me.

If I don't see some cash.

GAGE:
It's all there.

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

Nice work, Agent.

Federal agents!

FBI! Don't move!

Hands up!

(excited chatter)

(laughs)

I'm sorry, Dad.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'm just glad you're okay.

TENNANT:
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.

(sighs)

There may be
a better way for you

to make restitution
for your crimes.

(door opens)

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.

TENNANT:
Well, it might be
a win for everyone

if you put your talents
to more productive use.

BAM BAM:
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.

(insects trilling)

(door opens, closes)

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.

(laughing): 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.

(gasps)

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.

(both laugh softly)

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.
(laughs)

(phone ringing)
No.

(scoffs)
Sorry.

I will get rid of him.

(laughing):
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.
WOMAN: 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.

(laughing):
Right?

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