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Previously on NCIS: Hawai'i...

- Sam Hanna, what are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.

- Are you staying in Hawai'i long?
- Depends.

- On?
- Tennant.

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

We're dealing with an internal matter.

Anything to do
with the dead WITSEC witness

- on Waikiki Beach?
- The U.S. Marshals' information.

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

So you're saying our entire
database was breached?

What if it's not the intel from the

breach that our suspects care about?

- What would they care about?
- Prisoner transfer.

Marshals are moving them for security.

Listen, I need you to get the
pilot to turn the plane around now.

What the hell?

Crichton, are you there?

Crichton. Are you with me?

I'm here. I'm just... a little shaken.

Second crash landing in a year.

Yeah. Maybe flying's not for me.

Are you okay?

Hit my head when we
crashed. But I'm all right.

Give me the sitrep.

I got two injured marshals,
and we're gathering the convicts

in the rear for evacuation.

Flight crew's securing the cockpit.

- Was this just a crash or...
- Probably not, but we're on our way.

Coast Guard's pushing out in...

- Five to ten.
- Five to ten.

- We good to go?
- Locked and loaded. Let's roll.

We're boarding now,
Crichton. Stay on the line.

- What the hell was that?
- What's happening?

You there?

Crichton?

Crichton!

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Make any kind of sound if you can.

They could be hunkered down.

It's been five minutes.

Pike, how long until we make contact?

We're making our approach. Moments away.

- Any luck raising the cockpit?
- We got nothing.

Plane's comms are still jammed.

Is that even possible?

As possible as taking a
perfectly good airplane

out of the sky for no apparent reason.

You're going in blind.
We don't know if the suspects are

- still on the plane or how many there are.
- Yeah, but we do know

you've got 12 convicted
felons on the manifest.

Most of them violent offenders.

This is the United States Coast Guard.

We are boarding the plane.

Put your weapons down
and your hands in the air.

Crichton? Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened?

They blew off the main
cabin door and breached.

They had smoke grenades
and automatic weapons.

How many casualties?

All of us.

M-Martinez is bad.

A couple rounds missed his body armor.

And the other guys...

- I don't know.
- Doc.

Hey, hey.

You can put the shotgun down now. Okay?

Come on, come.

What else can you tell
us about the suspects?

Not much. I mean, there
were four, maybe five.

They knew exactly what they were doing.

- Could be military.
- Why would you say that?

They were moving with precision,
laying down covering fire.

Small squad tactics.

Total focus on their objective.

They wanted one of the prisoners.

Any idea which one?

No. Th-The attackers were
laying down covering fire.

Th-The convicts rushed the door.

There was, there was
too much smoke in here

to see what happened when they got here.

- I-I wish I had more for you to...
- Hey.

You did good, okay?

Thank you.

All five marshals are
wounded. No fatalities.

What about the crew?

Pilot and copilot were
locked in the cockpit the whole time.

And the convicts?

Gone.

Emergency protocol
following a crash landing.

The convicts were unshackled,

given life vests, and
prepared for evacuation.

And when the shooting started,
they evacuated themselves.

All except him.

Jaxon Kekoa,

currently serving 30 years for, among

other felonies, hijacking an airplane.

- Aloha.
- Aloha, Mr. Kekoa.

- You want to tell us what happened here?
- Where do I start?

Maybe the part where
the plane was taken down

and gunmen abducted one of your friends.

- I got no friends here.
- Maybe not.

But you do have a history of violence.

- And you did try to hijack a plane.
- Yeah.

In 1995.

Look where it got me.

Saying you had nothing
to do with this mess?

Considering I'm the only
one who stuck around,

I'd say that's obvious.

- Why don't you just tell us what you saw?
- I don't think so.

What do you mean you don't think so?

I don't endorse what happened,
but it's not my mess to clean up.

Five marshals were shot here.

Sounds like a you problem.

We can make it a you problem.

Listen, take Mr. Kekoa back to NCIS.

All right? Get the marshals
and flight crew to safety.

There were 12 convicts on this plane,
and we only have custody of one.

And we got to find the other 11.

And the men who broke 'em out.

Before anyone else gets hurt.

As of 1100 hours, ten of the
most dangerous convicts housed

in the Hawai'i Federal
Penitentiary have escaped

their transport plane and
are likely somewhere on Oahu.

Almost all of the remaining
fugitives are violent offenders.

We're talking armed robbery,

aggravated assault, kidnapping, murder.

Those are just the highlights.

Eight men. Two women.

For now, our sole
mission is to find them

and bring them back into
custody as soon as possible.

We're splitting into teams to focus

on individual targets for apprehension.

Grab your assignment
from the marshals and get to work.

But remember...

be careful.

Each of these convicts is desperate.

Oh, hey. Y'all, uh, partnering up?

Yeah. Pike, Kai and I are going
after the, uh, Gant cousins.

- Ooh.
- Lydia, Gil and Hammond.

They're all serving life for a series

of home invasions across the country.

They call themselves the Gang of Three.

- They got a nickname?
- Yeah.

But they're no match
for the Three Musketeers.

Nope.

Y'all got a nickname, too?

- We do not.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, these suspects seem pretty vicious.

Yeah. Ended up in a
gun battle with the FBI

when they were finally arrested.

Bad news.

Yeah, but they're easy to find, too.

Sticking together in their
orange jumpsuits and all.

Kate, these guys are
going after violent cousins

who have a nickname.

That's cool.

- Who'd we get?
- Uh, Milton Blanc.

Milton Blanc. Sounds intriguing.

Some kind of a serial killer?

No. An arsonist.

Mm. Part of a fringe terrorist cell?

Part of the U.S. Postal Service.

Until he burned down a
mail distribution center.

Must have, uh, put up quite a fight

when he was getting
arrested, though, right?

He turned himself in.

Nice. Maybe you don't
even have to go into the field.

Yeah, he might just turn up here.

Well...

This blows. Get us another one.

- I don't think it works like that.
- Come on.

We're the Dynamic
Duo. Thelma and Louise.

Two badass gals with guns.

This Milton guy's beneath us.

Lucy. They're all important fugitives.

Fine. I will do it myself.

You get who you get
and you don't get upset.

Yep. Got it, boss.

We're all over Milton
the polite arsonist.

Please and thank you.

Sam, you missed our big meeting.

Oh, I got the gist.

You know, bad guys out there.

- We need to bring 'em back here.
- All right, I can

get one of the marshals to
hook you up with the team.

Get you a good assignment.

Actually, you and I
have our own assignment.

What do you mean?

Think it'd be better coming from him.

Got some sort of thing for my office?

Well, it's a little crowded out there

with our brother and sister agencies.

Plus, you can't beat the decor.

- What do you think, Sam?
- Oh, it's very soothing.

Okay, why do I feel like this is a hit?

What we need to speak
about is sensitive.

I know why you're here. You
don't think I'm fit for duty.

- It's why you sent Sam to babysit me.
- Not true.

You didn't send him
to watch me? No, I did.

That's not why I'm here.

Alexi Volkoff.

He's one of our escapees.

Russian national arrested for smuggling.

Officially, yes.

And unofficially?

Much worse.

Volkoff was Russian military.

Worked in weapons development.

Now he works for organized crime.

They call him the Khimik.

The Chemist. Not great
with nicknames, are they?

So, what kind of chemist?

The kind that keeps you up at night.

Toxic warfare agents that he
sells to the highest bidder.

He's actually a war criminal.

Why was he in Hawai'i?

He was taken into custody on Guam
transporting illegal substances.

Extradited for questioning by DOD.

All right, so, you're saying

that the Russian mob
breached the Marshals Service,

took down a plane,

and then staged a paramilitary
attack, all for this guy?

He has a stockpile

of nasty stuff hidden
all over the world.

We need to know where.

Which is why you and Sam are
going to bring him back alive.

That part's particularly important.

He's no good to us dead.

So, what have you got to work with?

My people are on it.

And if we work together in the field,

I can't have you acting
all worried, okay?

I'll handle myself.

Bullets start to fly,
I'll duck behind you. Copy.

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

Ernie, you got to relax.

How can I relax when there's
computer guts everywhere?

You wanted real-time
forensic analysis of

the plane's flight computer? Ta-da.

I didn't mean real real-time.

I meant, you know, like, "Call
me when you got something."

One hand can't clap. It's
just easier if we co-work.

Not for me.

Oh, come on. Really?

- Really? Where you going?
- Anywhere but here.

So, you know, like, call
me when you got something.

Yeah.

Not feeling the usual creative
energy I'm used to in here.

Yeah, Ernie's being a little territorial

since he's having a hard
time cracking the hack.

That's not an honest
accounting of the situation.

Well, the situation is, we need to find

the person that breached
the Marshals Service

and brought that plane down.

You are the only one that can do that.

I know I am.

I was just hoping I'd be

further along, but I, you know...

- Ernie?
- What?

- I got something.
- For real?

You're not just trying to
buoy my spirits something?

Your hacker wormed his way into
the emergency override system,

activated the plane's
crash-landing protocol.

- You can do that?
- Well, technically yes.

But no. It's impossible.

There are so many layers of security.

Firewalls, redundancy systems.

Even if you were contemplating it,

you'd have to gain access
to the plane's hardware.

Okay. So how did he do it?

He gained access to
the plane's hardware.

Short-range micro receiver.

Okay, so that was in
the plane's computer?

No, but it was in the cockpit,

hidden inside the copilot's flight bag.

Look, he probably didn't
even know it was there.

Though you might want to question him.

Okay, we will.

So, that little device

gave the hacker access to the plane?

Yes, and it's wonderful.

Not 'cause it caused a plane
crash, that's terrifying,

but because, in order
for this to have worked...

the hacker had to be within

a 50-mile range.

He's on island.

Okay. Great.

Now find him.

Well done.

- You need to tell us what you know.
- I can tell you

he's never gonna play baseball again.

What did you see?

This isn't good.

How did Crichton get
approved to interrogate Kekoa?

Our friends in the Marshals
Service have skin in the game.

- Thought it would offer a personal touch.
- Well, those marshals

are about to get real
personal with your witness.

You need to wipe that smile
off your face and start talking.

This needs to stop.

Open to suggestions.

You don't got a play.

All right? You belong to us,

and every second that you remain silent,

your situation gets worse.

Then why are you the
one acting desperate?

All right, all right.

- Time for a shift change.
- We're good, Tennant.

Yeah, I think your blood sugar's low.

There's sandwiches in the kitchen.

Nah, I'm good. I'm not hungry.

Yeah, go grab one anyway.

Sure. Okay.

I could eat.

Well, we'll fix you a plate.

Want to apologize for our colleagues.

They're feeling emotional.

But not you, right?

You feel fine.

I'm feeling like we can have
a reasonable conversation.

Okay, give it your best shot.

Why'd you stick around when
all the other convicts fled?

I've got less than two years left.

I'll take three hots and a cot

for the next 547 days
over whatever's out there.

So, if you had nothing
to do with this escape,

- why not help us?
- I've spent close to 30 years

in maximum security.

You're the folks that put me there.

I'd say you put yourself there.

Either way,

I've made peace

with myself and the Lord.

I'm not on their side.

And I'm not on yours.

You're Hawaiian.

From Waialua, right?

Born and raised.

And your family goes back
to the beginning, yeah?

Even though your mom and dad passed,

you still have aunties who
live in your family home.

That's right. I do.

How would they feel
about hard-core criminals

from the mainland invading Hawai'i?

Like it's not the first time?

Yeah, but in this
case, you can stop them.

You won't help the law.

Help Hawai'i.

Jaxon, don't do it for us.

Do it for your aunties.

Yeah, you guys are good.

- What did you see, Jaxon?
- Not much.

I kept my head down when
the shooting started.

But?

But when it stopped,

I saw them grab the Chemist and...

might've got a look out the window

at the gunmen's boat.

And the hull ID.

Nice job.

So, you want to talk about it?

Not much to say.

We're about a mile from where
the boat's GPS was tracked.

REACT is meeting us, and hopefully
the Chemist is still there.

That's not what I meant.

- You seem a little tense.
- Big day at the office.

If you don't want to talk
about it, just let me know.

Think I just did.

Look, I'm over the
armchair analysis, okay?

The constant probing
about my well-being,

the endless check-ins. I'm good.

Mm.

- I don't need a babysitter.
- Oh, I'm not a babysitter.

- Then what are you?
- Eh, a friend.

- I don't need that either.
- I think you do.

Because you may be good,
Jane, but you're not okay.

What does that mean?

You didn't take any time off
these last couple of months.

You dropped your son at Annapolis
and went on a one-woman tour

of Maggie Shaw's greatest hits.

Hometown, brother's cabin in Vermont,

old safe house near the Ozarks.

You didn't go international.

- 'Cause I would've been flagged.
- Yeah, but...

you're chasing a ghost.

It means you haven't moved on.

Does Swift know?

I don't see how it's
any of Swift's business.

Look, she got away and it's on me.

Yeah, I get it.

You got unfinished business.
If I was you, I'd do the same.

But you got to own it

or you'll eat yourself alive.

All right, looks like we're here.

Make sure the REACT team knows
that we need the Chemist alive.

Everyone needs a friend, Jane.

Chemist isn't here.

Now the question is:

Who killed his extraction team?

Marshals got four of
the escaped fugitives.

Found this last one
waiting at a bus stop.

- Can you believe our luck?
- I mean, it is good.

Four of ten bad guys in custody.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, none of them brought in by us.

We haven't even left the bullpen.

There's no reason to leave
until we've mapped out

where we think our arsonist might go.

- This is R and D.
- Mm, it is R and D,

which is fancy letters
for doing boring homework.

I guess.

If you think homework is boring.

What do you think, Earnest?

I think you can't read.

The sign on the door.

Oh, no, we saw it.

Just, I don't know,
figured it was a joke.

And which part is funny?

This is the kitchen.

If you want privacy, why
aren't you in your lair?

'Cause it is full of forensic lackeys,

and Interrogation's got fugitives,

and the War Room has a funny smell.

Hmm. What are you even doing?

Tracking the hacker.

You still haven't found him?

Which is completely understandable

and not at all a comment
on your abilities.

Maybe you need a palate cleanser.

Like coming up with
some sort of algorithm

to predict when our
arsonist might strike.

A, that's not how algorithms
work. B, waste of my time.

C, you shouldn't be looking for fires,

you should be looking for
the potential for fires.

Sadly, there are just too
many good places to set aflame,

so Kate created a theory matrix,

which is really just
an Excel spreadsheet.

But you shouldn't be looking

for opportunities, you should be

looking for preparation.

It's not that easy to start a fire.

You need tools. Fuel, for one.

That's it.

There was a report on the theory matrix

about a gas truck that was
stolen from a parking lot.

I know. It was empty.

You can't start a fire
with an empty gas truck.

But you can bring it
back to the fuel depot.

Which has thousands
of gallons of gasoline.

Homework is fun.

Brilliant. You should probably

go there now, like immediately.

And-and put my sign back as
you close the door behind you.

Okay?

What's the new guy doing?

Sam Hanna is not new.

Been with OSP in the L.A.
field office for years.

Okay, so what's the
not-so-new guy doing?

Oh, hard to say.

My guess would be some
sort of standing meditation.

Perhaps the Wuji stillness practice.

Clearly, sounds like he's from L.A.

And these men... where are they from?

Oh, based off their

personal effects and the equipment,

I'm guessing Russia.

- Former military.
- Tracks with the tattoos.

And since they were able to breach
our convict plane and get away

with their target in under six minutes,

I'd say they were special forces.

So, whoever took them
out were equally skilled.

Rival gang maybe.

What does that look mean?

It means they disagree with you.

Yeah, it's just, based off the wounds,

the shooting pattern, scuff
marks on the cabin floor...

You're looking at one perpetrator.

And he came from inside the boat.

So, you're suggesting the
Chemist did this to his own men?

No, it's impossible. He's a
scientist, not a professional killer.

What does that look mean?

Guessing it means they
disagree with me now.

Okay, look, the killing on
this boat was brutal and fast,

but nothing about it
speaks to professional.

Two of these men were stabbed

multiple times, and I'm pretty sure

the other two ended
up shooting each other,

trying to take down the assailant.

First one died
instantly. But the last one...

he died slowly.

Someone tried to disembowel him.

Tried?

It was crude, but effective.

This just doesn't sound
like our missing chemist.

So, there was a stowaway
who killed these men

and took our chemist.

Any idea where they went?

I'll find out.

You on a union break?

Studying the terrain. What do you see?

Two sets of footprints.

One clean, one bloody.

Came from the boat.

Stopped right here.

So, they had a vehicle.

Yeah, but they didn't go for the road.

Something that can go off-road.

If it was big enough to stop
here, it could hold five.

I figured a UTV.

So, they're heading north
then, into the mountains.

Good place to get lost.

And a great place to catch
a helicopter off the island.

They got almost an hour on us.

Then we better get moving.

What part of "Keep out"
don't you understand?!

Hey... Swift.

You're the boss, and I
shouldn't be yelling at you.

Shouldn't yell at anyone, Ernie.

Yes. Of course. No.

Especially when they're
bringing you treasure.

The laptop from the
gunmen's escape boat.

Looks like they were communicating
directly with your hacker.

Oh, amazing.

I'll dig in right away.

Oh. Um...

is there something else?

No. Just thought

I'd observe your work, if that's okay.

Yes. Totally. So fun.

We're wasting our time.

I mean, we can hit every shop,
hotel and restaurant in Waikiki,

but there's no way our
Gang of Three could be here

- without being spotted.
- Actually, there is one way.

Hotel security found these
in a family bathroom inside.

Our suspects Clark Kent-ed it.

Whoa. You mean, Superman-ed it.

Since they took theirs jumpsuits off...

Oh, my God. That's right.
Though it could go the other way

- because it's a transitioning...
- Okay, well, let's just assume that they're not

running around in red and blue onesies.

No, they are in yellow
T-shirts and board shorts.

Caught on CCTV in the hotel
lobby about ten minutes ago.

- Headed to the conference center.
- Why would they stay in Waikiki

when they could literally
go anywhere on the island?

They don't want to be on
the island. They want off.

Hotels host day trips
for the cruise lines.

Passengers disembark, you know,
use the pool and the beach,

and then, at 5:00 p.m. sharp,
they're back on the ship.

Well, that gives us two
hours to find them then.

Can't be hard if they're in
yellow T-shirts and board sh... Oh.

Dude.

- Hello?
- Hard man to get in touch with.

- Who is this?
- My name is Ernie, and I was hoping

I can talk about your
cell phone provider.

My cell phone provider?

Just kidding. I
represent the Police State.

And I just want to say from
one cyberpunk to another:

My hat's off to you.

I'm hanging up.

Nice try, friend,

but I'm already inside your system.

Got your phone number from
the dead Russian gunmen

who breached that plane you took down.

No idea what you're talking about.

Don't be so modest.

It was quite a feat.

Managed to pull it off and
stay basically untraceable.

- Yeah, sure.
- Which of course means

you're still a little traceable.

Took me a beat, but you can't piggyback

onto a plane's emergency controls

without using a great deal of energy.

If you say so.

I tracked the power
signals of your servers,

which got me a general location, but

you're smart.

Hunkering down in an
industrial area with tons

of satellite dishes and cell
phone towers to hide behind?

It's gonna take hours to
search the area, unless...

Unless you take the bait and try to run.

Then you're easy to find.

Welcome, travelers.

Please grab some food, settle
in. The presentation starts soon.

Uh... what exactly is this?

Kai, how sheltered are you?

This is the big pitch.

Pitch for what?

Timeshares.

Hey. Table 12. We got
one of our fugitives.

Good catch.

I think I got number two.

Okay, one more, we got the complete set.

There she is.

We take them all down together

before they can take any hostages.

Not sure Pike got the memo.

Hey, there. Do you mind
if I squeeze in? Oh.

I don't want to miss a
minute of this presentation.

I'm gonna tell you
what every visitor feels

the moment they set foot on our island.

- "This is paradise."
- Oh, my God, so true.

And what every visitor feels
as they embark on their ship...

"Why am I leaving paradise?"

What if I said you could leave
today with a sliver of paradise?

Uh, I'd say, I'd like to
hear some more. Am I right?

This short video
will lay out the 14 reasons

why Sliver of Paradise Timeshares

are tailor-made for you.

Hey, so, listen, I have actually
seen this a lot of times.

So, if you have any questions, just ask.

I'm right here.

What does Pike think he's doing?

Boring her into submission?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, basically.

According to the text he just sent,

he keeps her distracted while
we get in close to her cousins,

and we take them down at the same time.

Right?

- Damn. That's actually a good plan.
- Yeah.

Don't tell him I said that.

The key is, you can't think
of a timeshare as a cost.

You have to think of
it as an investment.

Do you...

Yeah. Sure.

Oh, there's just one more thing, though.

- You're under arrest.
- What?!

Come on.

Ooh, God.

All right, all right,
all right. All right! God.

Federal agents!

Drop the knife!

- Nowhere to run.
- Take one more step,

- I'll cut his throat.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lydia, you don't want to do that.

Assaulting a federal agent comes
with some pretty stiff penalties.

I'm serving consecutive life
sentences. Totally worth it.

Okay, well, you make an excellent point,

but do you think we could
just talk about this?

No more talking!

Aha! Three Musketeers!

No, you're-you're... you're
bleeding pretty badly.

- Let's get you checked out.
- Not if you're gonna leave me hanging, bro.

Yeah, come on, Jess.

Come on, Jess. This was his plan.

- Okay, okay. Three Musketeers.
- Three Musketeers!

Hell yeah!

Oh, it really does hurt, though.

This really hurts.

Milton Blanc, federal agents.

You got to be kidding me.

- Stay where you are.
- And definitely do not drop that lighter.

See? That was exciting.

Yeah, yeah. We got our guy.

Walter Pimm.

Kicked out of every
college you enrolled in.

Never held a job longer than
three months in your life.

Quite a résumé.

I don't bow down to the
constraints of society.

No. You're an outlaw.

Accessing loyalty accounts
at a grocery chain.

Hacking reservation
databases at the airline.

It's very Jesse James.

I know your type, Walter.

Just toiling away in the dark.

Waiting for someone to
appreciate your talent.

Well, congratulations.

You have the entire federal
government leaning in.

You're going to be the most famous
domestic terrorist in the world.

I'm not a terrorist.

Hmm.

You broke into the
Federal Marshal servers

and took down a passenger plane
on behalf of foreign nationals.

All in the service of
abducting Alexi Volkoff,

aka the Chemist, who's
a literal war criminal.

You'll get 30 to life, if you're lucky.

Supermax. That's where all
the accomplished felons go.

Unless you work with us.

Tell us the plan, who's behind it,

where they're taking the Chemist.

And how they intend to
get him off the island.

You know, I just don't get it, Milton.

You had a perfectly nice
job at the post office,

no criminal record.

Kind of crazy to blow it all up
just to start some random fire.

No. There was nothing
random about my fire.

It was spectacular.

And it's narrow-minded to suggest

that I'm crazy for clearing
the brush of society.

We think you're crazy
'cause you use terms like

"clearing the brush of society."

We live in a world that's both too
big and too small at the same time.

Too much supply and too
much demand leads to waste.

So...

burn it all down?

You sound like a Batman villain.

That's hurtful.

And just because you're
wearing badges doesn't mean

you understand the
depravity of the human mind.

Spend a few weeks in
Cellblock C, and you'd see.

I was nowhere near the
weirdest one on that plane.

We know, Milton. Killers
and armed robbers.

No. You don't know.

No one in the prison system knows.

There's just one.

A sociopath who scared
all the other sociopaths.

The Chemist,
some kind of warfare expert.

No, no, the Khimik
isn't who I'm talking about.

Okay.

Color me intrigued.

Do you smell... smoke?

- Pull over now. He started a fire.
- How's that even possible?

I don't know. Just pull over!

Come on.

- Trade.
- Yeah.

Painter's got to paint.

Forget about the fire,
Milton. It doesn't matter.

Well, it kind of matters. How
are we going to explain it?

Just tell us who the
craziest convict is.

His name's Henry West.

He's serving five
years for embezzlement,

but he's actually a serial killer.

He's got 20 bodies on him, and
the Feds don't even know about it.

- You're kidding.
- Got to be honest.

I'm actually kind of
glad you guys caught me.

It's not safe out here
with Henry running around.

Come on. We may have
just solved 20 murders.

- Got to admit that's cool.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's pretty cool.

According to our hacker, this is where

the Chemist is supposed
to wait for the helicopter.

Since it's not coming,

it seems like this arrest
would be a walk in the park.

Something's off, right?

Yeah. Let's find out.

Alexi Volkoff, federal agents!

We have you surrounded.
Come out with your hands up.

He looked like he was scared.

But I don't think
it's us he's scared of.

Okay.

We breach.

Federal agents!

Hands where we can see 'em!

I think you can see all of our hands.

So what's the plan here?

I was hoping you had some ideas.

Are you joking? Help me!

I will tell you the plan.

You will get the hell out of here,

and we will be on our way.

Yeah, I don't like that idea.

- Sam?
- Me, either.

If I put even one inch of
pressure on this string,

his head blows off like a watermelon.

Please believe him. He's a maniac.

I really am.

Okay.

Let's start easy.

Get your guys out of here.

All of you need to leave.

- It's not happening.
- You have no idea who I am.

Henry West, right?

Serving three to five for embezzlement.

I never knew white-collar
criminals to get so violent.

Except this one's got a nasty hobby.

- Pickleball?
- Dismembering bodies.

At least 20 that my team learned.

- Not cool, Henry.
- Get out of here, or he's dead!

Just do what he says!

He's an escaped fugitive just
like you. What do we care?

'Cause he's valuable,

enough to have a rescue team
pull him out of that plane.

And a helicopter, which
will be here any minute.

Should you tell him?

This is your island.

- Yeah, I know, but you're a guest.
- Tell me what?

There is no helicopter.

No rescue.

We shut that down.

It's just us.

You're screwed, Henry.

Okay.

New plan.

We all die.

- You okay?
- No, I am not okay. I almost died.

But you didn't.

So, you're welcome?

And you?

- Okay?
- Yeah.

It's good to ease back into work.

Huh. Yeah.

Leaving so soon?

You should try to sound
a little less pleased.

But, yes, I'm escorting the
Chemist back to the mainland.

Taking Sam with you?

Actually, no.

He's sticking around.

He, uh...

- He didn't tell you?
- Nope.

And I got to ask

why either of you were
here in the first place.

As hard as it may be to believe,

Special Agent in Charge Tennant,

you're valuable to this organization.

And we want to take care of you.

Is that why Sam's staying?

You'll have to ask him.

Just spoke to the Marshals Service.

Crichton and his guys are gonna be okay.

And the fugitives are back in custody.

Except Henry West, of course.

And no collateral damage.

Also, except Henry West.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm collateral damage.

Four stitches. I can't wear
a necktie for, like, a month.

My godson's cotillion's
coming up in a few days.

- I have questions.
- Maybe ask it at the bar.

- First round's on me.
- Though we will definitely need a ride.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, you guys.

We got Wet Wednesdays
at my condo complex.

It's a potluck, it's free beer.

All you got to do is bring a side.

- Yeah. As weird as that sounds...
- I think it sounds fun.

You do?

I'll bring two sides and a dessert
if I get to see Jesse squirm.

- Yeah. Okay, let's go.
- Let's go. All right, cool.

So, I hope you like home brew,
because I have an imperial stout

that I have been cellaring
in a storage locker...

- Imperial stout.
- Oh, you know what?

- I forgot...
- No.

Hey.

Ahoy!

I heard you might be staying a while,

and I was gonna offer you a spare room,

but... you got it covered.

Well, that's the perks
of living on a boat.

Your bed goes wherever you want to be.

And you want to be in Hawai'i?

Who wouldn't? It's beautiful.

And I can appreciate the slower pace.

Okay. You thought today was slow?

It's all relative.

See?

Honestly, Sam, why are you here?

Brass has me teaching a, uh, seminar

on Unconventional Tactics
in Modern Law Enforcement.

I call it "Kick Ass and Take Names 101."

Okay, for real?

Why? You don't like the name?

Or are you worried I'm actually
here to keep tabs on you?

Are you?

No. I'm not concerned
with your state of mind.

You're okay, even if
sometimes you're not.

There's the wise and cryptic
words I've grown to love.

Maybe you should just
stop chasing ghosts.

Let Maggie Shaw be.

Focus on the now.

Is that what you're doing?

Every hour of every day.

So, if you need anything...

I can take care of my team.

Okay.

I meant, like, a beer.

- Hmm?
- Well...

In that case... mahalo.

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