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Hey!

Oh. Thank God, thank God.

I don't get it.

I mean, the Velcro actually
makes it pretty practical.

Not the wallet, the witnesses.

A hundred sunbathers,
and HPD hasn't found anyone

who actually saw the shooting.

That doesn't surprise me.

Shell casings forensics found

were from a .45-- makes a big...

Folks get scared and run.

Well, it looks like our victim
was being chased

for about five blocks,
and no one helped then, either.

Yeah. People suck sometimes.

HPD's canvassing the shops

and going to get us
CCTV footage.

Think I should join?
Uh...

Don't ask me, ask the boss.

I told you not to call me that.

He, uh, prefers "Boss Junior."
Yeah.

Nope.
Little Boss?

How about you just tell me
what we got on our victim?

DLNR is already asking
when we can

get the body off the beach.
Anytime.

There's nothing here to help us,
unless getting sandwiches

from the grocery store
for lunch every day is a crime.

It does seem a little thin
as a motive.

What else do we got on him?

Josh Moore, DoD employee card
has him working

with a Navy contractor
called IRW Procurement.

We've got a call
into his supervisor.

Other than that,
there's $32 in his wallet

and a digital watch
on his wrist.

So not a robbery.

But likely targeted.

At least two suspects.

One was chasing him, and led him
right to the other, where...

I mean, it's pretty clever.

And ballsy. I mean, right in
the middle of Waikiki?

Yeah, the question is,
why go to all the trouble?

Yeah, one of many questions
I'm gonna have to answer

when I talk to
the assistant director,

the mayor's office,
the press...

Heavy is the head
that wears the crown, Baby Boss.

Yeah, I'm really ready
to abdicate the throne.

Any word on when Tennant's back?

She's got her final sign-off
appointments today.

So if she passes,
then she's back.

And if she doesn't?

Oh. Goodness.

I'm taking early retirement.
Hello?

Broken clavicle, broken rib.
Second broken rib.

Stab wound,
numerous lacerations,

contusions, concussions.

The size of your file
makes it hard to know

which callus goes with
which injury.

I can do a diagram if you like.

And that doesn't even include
the injuries

you sustained last year.

Sorry, is Dr. Elson
not available?

She just has a clearer
understanding

of my history,
and she finds me charming.

She's on vacation in Phuket.

Perhaps exhausted by the size
of your file as well.

Funny.

I wasn't joking.

That said,

I reviewed everything, including
your most recent X-ray,

and given that you're not
reporting any pain

or diminishment of motion...

No. None.

...there's no reason,
medically speaking,

that you can't return
to full duty.

Assuming that you pass your...

My psych evaluation and my final
clearance interview. Got it.

You've clearly done this before.

Not by choice.

I'll sign the paperwork today.

Thank you.

Special Agent Tennant.

Thank you for your service.

No one's gonna accuse you
of not giving it your all.

I spoke with Josh Moore's boss.

IRW is a contractor
providing MREs

and other foodstuffs
to ships at Pearl.

They have no access
to top secret information

or big corporate rivalries.

Moore worked in
account management.

He was quiet, considerate,
well-liked.

And boring.

But nice boring.

Not the kind of guy
you'd want to kill boring.

Which somebody
did, in a very

public and brutal way.

We find any witnesses yet?

A handful of merchants

saw some of the chase.

They said suspect number one

was a white guy, kinda big.

Okay. Suspect number two?

A couple of drunk surfers claim
the trigger was a cop.

You're kidding.

No. Dressed in full uniform,
hanging out at the beach.

Oh, they said he was wearing
running shoes.

Huh. Anyone sober
to confirm that?
No.

- Cameras?
- Nothing that helps.

The one angle toward
the shooting

was obscured by palm trees,
and the others confirm

what we already know.

As a rule, nice accountants
don't get chased

through public places and
murdered by fake policemen.

Ernie.

Maybe he can tell us
what we're missing.

Hey, Ernie.

How many sessions did you have

with your personal therapist?

Six.

The minimum required.

The minimum necessary.
Really?

A man you believed to be dead
kidnapped, tortured,

and almost killed you,

and six sessions later
you're A-OK?

Not gonna lie, it was a lot.

And if it wasn't for
Maggie Shaw,

I wouldn't be here.

Your former mentor,
and current fugitive.

That's right.

And, yes, she did escape
while in my custody.

I had to do a lot
of soul-searching.

But I understand the value

of confronting my feelings

instead of running away
from them.

Understanding the value
and actually doing the work

are two different things.

Then I was unclear.

I am doing the work.

My therapist helped.

You've had experiences
few could heal from.

The CIA is very good
at helping field officers

compartmentalize
those experiences.

You keep the physical
and the emotional

in different boxes
while they're happening.

Then after,
you deal with them separately

once the torture stops.

So, physically...

I've been given the all-clear.

And you think I should, too.

That chapter of my life is done.

Adrian Creel is dead,

and he can't hurt me
or anyone I love.

Maggie Shaw is gone.

The rest is just...

it's the stuff of life.

We deal with it.

Tell me about the rest.

I just dropped my son off
at the Naval Academy.

He called me
asking how to separate

his whites and colors,
so apparently

I'm a failure as a parent.

Yeah, kids are supposed
to make us feel that way.

I'll send in the approval.

Good luck in your
administrative interview.

I suspect they'll be
harder on you than I was.

Tell me something good, Ernie.

I programmed the smart home
devices at my condo

to be completely self-sustaining
if I become incapacitated.

Of course, now my smart home
doesn't need me anymore.

Well, can your smart home
tell us about Josh Moore?

No, it can't, but I can.

His résumé, social,
bank account--

what do they tell you?

That he's a down the middle
of the plate kind of guy,

which I already knew.
Nice and boring.

Exactly, but even boring people
have something

about their boringness
that is specific.

A hobby no one cares for,
a movie no one loves.

Moore, however, is generic
in every conceivable way.

At least on paper.

Big college, big major.

Animals and nature

on his socials.
No people.

Drives a silver car.

Has a job
no one is curious about.

Even his name is
instantly forgettable.

Okay, what are you trying
to say?

Nobody is this boring.

Not even boring people.

He's not a person.

He's a creation.

One that somebody
wanted to kill.

He was living
under an alias.

What are you thinking?
Spy? Crook?

Well, based on the single
federal IP address

I traced all his info to,

I'm thinking WITSEC.

Hey,
Jane Tennant.

Sam Hanna.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.
I brought coffee.

Ah, well, amazing,

but I have a pretty important
interview inside, so...

Your administrative interview?

That's right.
How'd you know that?

'Cause it's with me.

Grab a java.
Let's go get started.

Are you actually
doing my interview?

Because if not, I am already
15 minutes late

for my real one
back at the office.

I am.

Bosses thought because of my

unique life experience,
I'd have a perspective

on the personal nature
of what you went through.

With all due respect,
this is totally different

than what happened
with Michelle.

That was a tragedy.

What happened with me is just...

It's nothing?

Broken bones, broken spirit.

Not to mention
the surrogate mother angle.

Getting a little
personal there, Sam.

It's all personal.
Just different kinds.

What happened with Michelle
changed me.

I was focused
on vengeance,

until I found the people
who took her.

It's a very human response.

And after,
everything lost value.

Getting up in the morning,

spending time
with the people I love.

Took a while
to get that back.

Trauma shows up in lots of ways.

Well, I'm fine. Been cleared.

I know you're smart enough
to say the right thing

to the doctors
and psychologists,

but this is me.
Okay. Okay.

I'm not "fine" fine,

but I'm fine enough
to go back to work.

I need to go back to work.

That's good enough for me.

Really?

'Cause that seemed borderline
lame even as I was saying it.

Oh, it was.

But your team
could use your help.

Yeah, I know.

Let's see how it goes, hmm?

Welcome to paradise.

All right, people.
What do we know?

Boss? You back?

Yep.
Yay.

Most excellent,
'cause I am so tired

of fielding
all these boss calls.

Oh, but I'll get this one
for old time's sake.

Special Agent Boone.

Want me to fill you in
on our victim?

I got the bullet points.

WITSEC, two-man hit,
total cluster.

- That's the gist.
- Hey.

Whistler's on her way over.

She got an actual ID
on our victim.

Well, why didn't
Marshals Service give us that?

They're not returning our calls.

Victim's real name
was Josh Brenner.

Before moving into
the exciting world

of food services,
he worked

as a DoD administrator
at the Naval shipyard in Sicily.

Let me guess.

He tripped on some corruption,

came forward and found himself

in the crosshairs
of the Sicilian mob?

That is exactly what happened.

His information led
to dozens of arrests

and uncovered a $60 million
a year extortion racket.

So he's one of the good guys.

Which makes the Marshals' lack
of cooperation

even more confusing.

Yeah, don't take
it personally.

They froze me out, too.
I got this info

from a friend at Main Justice.

Well, fortunately,
I know someone close to home

who can fill in the blanks.

Yeah.
I know.

Hey, Kai.

Tracked down that vegetarian
barbecue food truck

I was telling
you about.

Grill Me
Now? Shut up.

It's, like,
ten minutes from here.

You want to go grab
a quick lunch?

Oh, sure.
I'm dying to try it.

I also need lunch.

Then you should come.

Mm-hmm.

Except you hate
vegetarian food.

That's not true at all.
It's just something I never eat.

Well, we could go
someplace else.
No.

It's fine. Let's get
wheat-germ sandwiches.

Hey, I-I...
Oh, don't worry about
it, Kai, she's just,

she's a little weirded out by
the depth of our friendship now.

No. I'm-I'm not.

Especially since
it's rooted in food.

Because it's totally my thing.

But I-I'm glad

you like Kai,
he's fantastic.

It's just...
He was your friend first.

Mm-mm.
And you think I'm gonna
like him better than you.

Mm-mm.

Kai?

I don't like you
better than Lucy.

Yeah, okay.

Does that mean
we're getting lunch?

Oh, my God.

Guys.

Maybe circle time is over

and we get back
to solving crime now?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Okay.
Right.

Is anybody having lunch?

Hey. Crichton.

You are a hard man to reach.

Got to call in a favor.

Sorry, Tennant,
but I'm a little busy.

Let's go, Crichton.

Is everything okay?

This your rep?

No. I don't need one.

Sorry. Special Agent in
Charge Jane Tennant, NCIS.

Mind telling me what's going on?

Yes, I do.

Seems like you think Crichton's

done something wrong,
and I'm telling you,

I spent time in a lava tube
with this man.

No way he did
whatever you think he did.

We're dealing with
an internal matter right here.

Anything to do with the dead
WITSEC witness on Waikiki Beach?

I'll meet you
in the interview room.
Mm-hmm.

What do you know
about our witness?

I know he was murdered
by a two-man hit team.

Which suggested
that his identity was leaked.

And I know that you're
interrogating my friend,

which suggests you think
he is suspected of...

Complicity.

Why would Crichton give up

the identity
of a protected witness?

Not just one.

This is the fifth
we know about.

Okay, well, it sounds
like you have a leak.

It appears.

Well, it's not Crichton.

According to
internal security,

his login credentials
were corrupted.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

Which is what I'm about
to find out right now.

Ernie and I got something.

Got to go.

I went through
everyone on the island

whose trip originated
in Sicily or nearby.

Well, that's good thinking.
That can't be a big pool.

32 people within
the last week or so.

Of that group, seven are
Italian sailors, 23 folks

I would describe
as grandparents, and...

these two.

No disrespect
to grandparents everywhere,

because they're totally
kick-ass, but my vote

is these two dudes.

According to their
passports, though,

they're not Italian.
True, but they're not Ali

and Yousef Hammani from Tunisia.

Fake passports.
Looks like it.

All right, we need IDs
for these two guys

and their locations.

Okay. Uh, Ernie
is working on IDs,

but I think I got a location.

It's the only lodging in town
that takes cash

and doesn't ask questions
of sketchy-looking foreigners.

What, some sort of safe house?

Not exactly.

If these guys are our killers,
why hang around the island?

Well, it's barely been 24 hours
since the shooting.

My question is how can
they stand staying in a hostel?

Don't be
a snob, Jesse.

I stayed in some
very nice hostels in my day.

Yeah, "very nice" is relative.

Clean and safe is all I needed.

Says the former covert op

who used to sleep
in an abandoned train tunnel?

That was one mission.

Kai's coming out.

Gave us the high sign.

Our suspects are inside.

Okay, we need them alive
if they're gonna clear Crichton.

Don't kill. Copy.

Clerk clearly didn't care
for my local flavor.

Our suspects are upstairs,
but best guess is,

the clerk's warning them
about us now.

Okay, copy.
We got all the exits covered.

Except the fire escape.

And one of them's on it.

Suspect one headed
to the roof.

I'm going up.
Following on ground.

All right, be careful.
He's got a better line--

We got a ground-level rabbit.

I'll swing around back.
Go.

NCIS. Stop!

Drop the knife, now!

Gun!

Is everyone okay?

Yeah, we are.

Our suspect, not so much.

Yeah, no. It's just
a little scratch.

I-I'll be right there.

Seven stitches is not
just a scratch.

Oh, some personal
medical information there, Sam.

Dare I ask how you got it?

You know, I vouched for you
with the bosses.

Said you'd ease back into work.

This is me easing
back into work.

All right? I followed procedure.

Agent can't control
what happens in the field.

Maybe this agent doesn't belong
back in the field yet.

Okay.

Starting to sound
like a boss right now.

Not a boss.

More of a concerned friend.

You'd do the same for me, right?

I will try and be more careful.

Okay, friend?

Thank you.

Appreciate it.

What is that gesture?

Is he threatening to pull out
their hearts or something?

I don't know.
I don't speak Italian.

Do we need a translator?

No.

Jesse speaks Italian.

Hey, you getting him to confess?

Oh, uh, not quite.

He's upset about his shirt,

but, uh, he says
they didn't fail.

He just admitted to murder?

He's more worried about
his shirt than confessing.

Fine, but we need information
about how they found Brenner.

He's more scared

of his bosses than us.

You know what to do.

All right, Jess,
this guy is a waste.

Just tell him we'll
send him back to Sicily.

He says they got a message
from the underground.

Underground?
Like the dark web?

All right, go tell Ernie
where the info came from.

See what he can dig up.

Ciao.

Are you enjoying it?

If puking before breakfast
can be considered enjoyable.

Are you the only one
throwing up?

No. It's sort of
a group activity.

I think the vomit's considered
team building.

Well, then, congratulations.

How are things at home?

Pretty good.

Hear Julie convinced you
to get a dog.

You hear incorrectly.

Well, then she's not
trying hard enough,

because I think
you're vulnerable now,

with me being gone.

And having another helpless
creature in the house

will make me miss you less?

I'm sorry. Who's the helpless
creature in this scenario?

Okay, we're not getting a dog,

but I will tell Julie
that you're supportive.

You'll break down eventually.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.

Hmm.

What a coincidence, Sam.

It's the only gun range
open after hours

for law enforcement
on the island.

By the way,

people who are fine,

they don't come to the gun range
three nights a week.

Take it from me.
Look, if you are this worried,

you shouldn't have cleared me
for work.

You're cleared for work.

But not for... what?

Life?

You said it, not me.

Hey.

After Michelle, I was
in the zone for work.

Cold, calculated, kick-ass.

It was after work
I was a mess.

I was disconnected from
everything important.

One day, my son called me.

I'd forgotten
his sister's birthday.

Completely missed it,
that's how checked out I was.

Look, I'm sorry
that happened, Sam.

Okay? But it's not--

It never could happen to you?

Sure.

Hope
you're right.

All right.

So, then...

what'd you do
to get out of the hole?

Transcendental Meditation.

Oh.

Mm.
Really? Okay.

Well, that... that's cool.

Helped with my
target practice, too.

Wow.

Whatever gets you
through the night.

Dude, you look awful.

Ah, gosh, thanks.

And you look like someone
who's had a full night's rest,

a proper shower
and some breakfast.

Meanwhile,

I've been to every dirty crevice
of the dark web,

which is such
an unpleasant place.

'Cause the Sicilians didn't get
their info from a marketplace,

like most criminals do.

Diving into the murky waters,

receiving illicit information
through a mirrored link.

I feel like
I'm in a bad D&D game.

If I roll an 11,
can you just skip

to the part where you tell me
what you found?

No. It took me all night
to do this. You need to listen.

Okay. I'm-I'm here for it.
I'm sorry.

Good.

Anyway, I couldn't
find the source

of the leaked
information.

Is that the end of your story?
You-you failed?

No. I couldn't find
the source of the leak

because it's everywhere.

What's everywhere?
The U.S. Marshals' information.

They don't have a leak.
They have a flood.

You're saying all the WITSEC
identities are out there?

All of them, as well
as everything else

on the U.S. Marshals' database.

Every whistleblower,

criminal transport,
protected judge, lunch lady.

Their closed network
just became open source

for the whole dark web.

This is bad.

Yes, Kai. This is very bad.

So, you're saying our entire
database was breached?

Breached and dumped
right onto the dark web.

Then whoever stole it

started sending emails
to interested parties

to let them know that the
information was available.

As a way to earn money?

No money exchanged hands.

Well, so what's
the real target here?

It's unclear,
at least to me.

- Do you know how they got in?
- Not exactly.

I-I do know Agent Crichton
had nothing to do with it.

They used his login and
75 other agents' logins

as well.

I'll restore Crichton to duty.

Still leaves the question
of who did this.

We don't know yet.

We've got to start relocating
prisoners and witnesses,

changing security protocols
for protected individuals.

NCIS is happy to assist
here on island.

Thank you.

You can start
by shutting the breach down.

Actually,
we want to leave it open.

Are you the guy
they keep around

to say crazy stuff?
At the moment.

He's sort of the angel
on my shoulder these days.

Hmm.
Figured I'd share the wealth.

We had a similar data breach
a few years back in L.A.

I discussed it
with Mr. Malik here.

We believe
if you close the breach,

the suspects will know
we found it,

start destroying evidence.

If you leave it open...

We can backtrace it.

Figure out
the source of the breach.

- Do you have any leads at all?
- Not yet.

But...

Ernie is the best
at what he does.

I really am.

Special Agent Tennant.

Marshal Crichton.

You gonna make a habit
out of saving me?

Not unless
you need me to.

I hope not.

But thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, next time we meet,

let's just have lunch
like normal people.

I'd like that.

Ooh, what you got there?

Mochi.
Oh.

But not for you.

For Kai again?
He's not even here.

Ernie needs my help.

With snacks?

No, but he asked me
to bring my laptop

as well as the mochi.

Oh, maybe he needs you
to do his taxes.

Or...

maybe he knows I spent time

with the FBI's cyber
technology unit this summer

and wants an assist.

Does that sound like Ernie?

No. The taxes thing
is more like him.

Anyway, I'm here.

Uh, and, uh, looking fantastic,
I should add.

Aw.

Still not sharing the mochi.

Oh, thank God.

I am so hungry.

You went to
the convenience store,

not the farmer's
market, right?

Yes, like you said,
and asked for Max.

Ah, thank you.

Is this all you wanted from me?

Of course not.

Close to figuring out
where the hack originated,

and I need someone
to launch a DNS against them.

Well, hackers this good can
easily fend off a DNS.

But it'll be a distraction.
Yes.

So I can slip into
their world undetected,

ensuring that they don't fold
up their tents and go home.

Couldn't you have just done
an automated attack?

Well, of course, but...

I'm not sure how good
these hackers are,

and they might attack back.

And you think
I can fend them off?

Well, maybe, but
even if you can't,

they'll compromise
your computer, not mine.

So that's why I'm here.

So you can eat mochi
and not destroy your equipment?

No.

Well, sort of the snacks.

You need to work
on your people skills.

I know.

What I wouldn't give
to have your gifts.

Not a lot of folks are
both smart and kind.

I wouldn't
if I were you.

Whoa.

You been lurking here
the whole time?

Lurking holds a lot of judgment.

I'm sorry. It's just, uh...

What's going on?
With this coffee?

It's been sitting in
the pot for five hours.

You've been watching it
that the whole time?

I'd brew a fresh pot.

So, are you, uh,
staying in Hawai'i long?

Depends.
On?

Tennant.

I'm mostly here
to make sure she's solid.

Uh...

You think she's not "solid"?

Well, you would know better,
maybe best.

What do you think?

Ah, I mean, she's...
smarter than most of us.

Tougher, too.
So it's hard to tell.

But, you know,
she worries.

What do you think
she's worried about now?

That's not
for the two of us

to be speculating about
underneath the stairs.

Swift told me you're
like an old-school cop.

Yeah, flat-footed?
Or addicted to doughnuts?

Not averse to shoe leather
and really loyal.

What are you guys
doing back here?
Oh...

Um, contemplating
a new pot of coffee.

Look, if you're gonna be
hanging around this much,

I might as well
utilize your skills.

Ernie tracked
the Marshals' breach

to a location
outside of Vegas.

That's better than a location
outside of Kurdistan.

I'm gonna go check it out.

I am asking you to come with.
Oh.

Absolutely.

All right.

This seems like
a lot of real estate

for a hacker who only needs a
laptop and an electrical outlet.

Then I guess we should assume
there's more than that

to be found.

All right, I'll go check
it out. You stay here.

I'm kidding.

We're lost?

Mm...

Well...

Given the fact that
this is a map of Morocco,

I think they'll agree.

Take your time
getting their attention.

I'm gonna check out the back.
Don't do anything crazy.

Who, me?

Hey, I'm totally lost.
Can you help?

Please.

I cannot help.

Look, I'm trying to get
to a friend's house

near Elk Fountain Park.

I cannot help.

Is something burning?
Please go.

Now.

Federal agent.

Sam, you got to speed it up.

Something's on fire in the back.

Federal agents!

Freeze!

Sit. In the chair.

On the ground.
Hands on your head.

Hands on your head.

Nope. That one's wasted.

See if you can find one without
a cracked or melted keyboard.

Maybe ask one of those

sad-looking bad guys
to help you?

Yeah, well, they've conveniently
forgotten all language.

LVPD is on their way

to take custody
of your mute suspects.

Tell them to bring
a Russian translator.

Well, if they're not talking,
how do you know they're Russian?

Russian Mob tattoos
on the guards.

Plus this place has all
the markings of a hacker farm.

I don't get it.

I mean, you can hack
from anywhere.

Why would the Russian mob
put it outside Vegas?

Well, it's obvious they thought
the NSA could detect

whatever it is
they're doing.

This way, they just have
domestic surveillance

to worry about.

All of that makes me think

that these guys that hacked
into the Marshals Service

wasn't just mischief.

They have a plan.

Eureka!

- What have you found?
- Nothing yet.

But at least I can get
into that laptop.

And he just likes
saying "Eureka."
I do.

Looks like I can download
the contents.

Start working on finding
something helpful.

When LVPD gets here

to take custody
of these suspects,

we'll load this equipment
into the van,

head back to Pearl.
Jesse?

- Yes, boss.
- Call the Marshals.

They can close their breach.

Fastest round trip
to Vegas ever.

Yeah, I didn't even get to lose
money at the airport.

LVPD ran fingerprints

on the folks
from your hacker farm.

Mostly Russian
and Eastern European

on long-expired student visas.

No ID on the dead
guards at all.

We ran their faces and DNA
through the databases.

Nothing yet.

Try running their tats.

That'll be the fastest way
to ID them.

Each one tells a story.
Think those stories
will help explain

why the Russian mob wanted
to access the WITSEC files?

'Caused we
haven't found it.

WITSEC could just be
a distraction.

Where's Sam?

Did he stay in Vegas
to watch the new Cirque show?

Well, he is a surprisingly
cultured guy, but no.

He took the rest of the computer
equipment back to the Lair.

You don't have
to do this, you know.

Do you have an assistant
genius here to help you?
Yes.

But she works for the FBI

and they don't let her
come to play that often.

Then I'm, uh...
happy to fill in.

Though I don't know
what we found so far.

Well, that none
of the hacker farm guys were

responsible for the breach.

Seems like they were there
mostly to hide the breach

and destroy equipment.

You know who's behind it?

Well, someone very good
at what they do.

But I set up a program
to help root him or her out.

There you go.

Got some time to chitchat?

Sure.

You staying at a hotel?
No.

Rental?
No.

Tent on the beach?

No, Ernie.

Your conversation is
as forthcoming

as your personnel file.

You looked
at my personnel file?

"At" is a strong word.

Pretty sure that violates
NCIS policy.

Yes, and if I'd
learned anything

more interesting
than your middle name,

perhaps I'd be worried.

"Man is not
what he thinks he is.

He is what he hides."

I'd like to think
I'm not hiding that much.
Not you.

The... the computer.

I will eventually find
what you're hiding.

I'm not hiding anything, Ernie.

Again, Sam, not talking to you.

But you totally are...

I'm confident that person
we are looking for

was based in Las Vegas.

First of all, hi.

Secondly, "that person"
as in our real hacker?

Exactly.

So we're going back
to Vegas?
No.

He already left. Or she.

Either way,
our suspect has skills,

one of the best
I've ever tracked.

Like everyone,

they're mirroring IP addresses
to hide their location.

If mirroring is done
by an algorithm,

which this is,
it's not completely foolproof.

Which means you can find them.

No. I can follow them.

I can see that they were
in Las Vegas yesterday.

Then they left.
And went where?

Here.

Why?

All right, what's the connection

between the Marshals' breach
and Hawai'i?

Another WITSEC witness?

There aren't any.

A federal judge?

Don't need to breach
the database

to figure out
where a judge is.

No, we're looking at this
all wrong.

What if it's not
the intel from the breach

that our suspects care about?

What would they care about?

The protocol initiated
when the breach happens.

Specifically here.
Prisoner transfer.

Marshals are moving them
for security.

Because breaking a prisoner out
of federal lockup is impossible.

But grabbing one when they're
being moved to the mainland

is much easier.
We need to warn the Marshals.

We'll do it on the way.
Thank you.

I don't understand.

Why go through all this trouble
for a single prisoner?

Sounds like a question to ask
after we get to the plane.

Look, Adler, I don't know
what they're planning,

but we need to stop
the plane now.
We're still trying.

All right, we're about
two minutes away.
All good?

No. The plane's already
taking off.

They're trying to contact

air traffic control,
but the signal's jammed.

These people thought
of everything.

That's them.

Come on, Crichton,
pick up, please.

Hey, Jane Tennant.

Can I give you a call back?
Little busy right now.

No. You can't.

Listen, I need you
to get the pilot

to turn
the plane around now.

Yeah, very funny.

I'm serious.

Turn the plane around now, or...
What the hell?

Boss, look.

Crichton, are you there?

PILOT!
Brace for impact!

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