All language subtitles for NCIS.Hawaii.S03E04.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

(Hawaiian music playing) It's good to see you again.

How are you?

Welcome, folks. How are you?

How's everyone doing-- good?

Good. Enjoy your stay.

It's a good island wine

and I'm so glad you're enjoying it.

Hey, be good, stay out of trouble, huh?

All right, tell me, how we doing-- head above water?

Yeah. Glad to hear that. All right.

Oh.

Have fun tonight, ladies.

Not too much fun.

GEORGE: Hey, room service duty again, Frank?

Do you ever get a day off?

Now, George, why would I need a day off

when my job includes a front row seat to paradise?

There you go. Hey.

Give George another one on me.

(elevator bell dings)

Room service.

I have your champagne.

(beeps)

I'm not sure if you heard me, but...

♪ ♪

We're stuck on that submarine, right?

It's loaded full of explosives.

There's only one thing we can do.

We call in an airstrike on ourselves.

You call an airstrike on yourself? Of course you do.

Yeah, but we still have a big problem,

because we got to escape.

And there's literally no way out. Mm.

Well,

not literally, though, right?

I mean, 'cause he's standing here telling the story.

So he did get out. Dude, what are you doing?

No, no, no. He's right, he's right.

We MacGyvered the hatch to the sub.

Last-minute kind of thing.

We see the torpedo, it's coming right at us.

I still don't know how me and G escaped.

So did you catch the bad guy?

Torpedo did.

So awesome. That's so cool, bro.

Try this.

Mmm.

Did you just make that?

Out of what was in the pantry.

Want one?

No. No, I'm good. I got breakfast.

No, what you got there is a morning of heartburn.

(phone buzzes)

It's not that bad.

Got to get this. Hey, boss.

Yeah?

Okay.

On my way.

JESSE: Hotel strictly for military and their families.

I knew this place existed, but...

I've never been inside.

Yeah, it's pretty great.

First time I ever stayed on island was here with my dad.

So why are we here now?

Guest was found dead in her hotel room last night.

Hotel management's trying to keep it quiet.

Ah, not to ruin the R and R for others.

Yeah.

So we take the service elevator.

So Sam Hanna's just around now, huh?

Seems like it.

That a problem?

No. He's, uh, great, you know?

He's got lots of stories and makes snacks for everyone, so...

But?

Just wondering why he's here.

Well, that's the million-dollar question, isn't it?

(elevator bell dings)

Victim is Lieutenant Commander Meredith Brooks.

Navy pilot, flew cargo out of NAF Atsugi.

Reservations had her staying two nights.

And the night manager is the one who found her.

JESSE: Ligature marks on her neck.

TENNANT: Yeah, and bruising on her wrists. She was strangled,

but not without a fight first.

Nothing else seems out of place.

I mean, no signs of forced entry.

Suggests she may have known her killer.

CHASE: I'd say intimately.

JESSE: Commander Chase.

I did not see you there.

Praying?

Oh, almost constantly.

But I was actually examining evidence

of a biological nature.

Hotels are full of that.

You know, fingerprints, hair,

fibers galore. CHASE: True.

But what I found was distinctly postcoital.

Brooks had sex before she died?

Which suggests she may have

known her killer very well indeed.

Okay.

We'll pull security footage, get a list of visitors,

and have Kai and Lucy learn more about Brooks.

Lieutenant Commander Brooks has been a Navy pilot for ten years.

Most recently running the regular MAC flight

from Okinawa to O'ahu.

It's cargo mostly, plus military personnel hitching a ride.

And I got a call into her squadron CO

for the full rundown.

LUCY: Well, I learned Brooks

stayed at the Kahua Koa

11 times in two years.

Well, that's a lot. Mm-hmm, plus when she came,

she never did anything touristy.

No boats, no hikes.

Just stuck to the hotel.

Huh.

What's that look?

Well, she had access to lodging on Pearl.

But she chose to pay for the Kahua Koa?

It's far from prying eyes.

Whoever she slept with last night,

it wasn't a one-off. She was involved.

But she didn't want anyone to know.

(gasps)

No, it sounds like you know what you're talking about.

Yeah, I'm just following the evidence.

Sure, based on "past experiences"?

Yeah. With a dozen other cases.

It just kind of surprises me you got a secret girlfriend.

Hey. First of all,

I never said I had a secret girlfriend.

Secondly, why would you be surprised?

You know, 'cause you're Kai.

You're trustworthy and predictable and solid.

Are you saying I'm nice?

Are you saying you're not nice? No.

(stammering)

(sighs)

I-I guess you would have to ask her.

(whispering): Oh, I knew it. There's a girl.

Yes, all right?

Her name is Camille.

Uh-huh. She lives in Toronto.

Oh.

What?

Dude.

You just told me you have a girlfriend in Canada.

What? She, she's real.

If you say so. I swear to you, she--

I'm gonna show you pictures, just--

I have the register you asked for,

timecard information of every employee

working last night, as well as a log

of key swipes on the door.

Says a Maria Tapulin entered Brooks' room

twice last night?

Yeah, turndown service.

It's not uncommon.

But twice?

Maybe Lieutenant Commander Brooks requested ice?

That's also not uncommon.

Also Maria's four-foot-11. She could hardly lift a vacuum.

Okay, there was Janice, Allegra,

and Jackson on last night.

That's housekeeping,

room service and maintenance.

Oh, also I had security pull CCTV footage for you.

TENNANT: It's clear you know your staff.

And your hotel.

What about Brooks?

Of course I knew her.

Why "of course"?

I know all of my return guests.

What can you tell us about her?

Um...

I, uh, I can tell you that

she ordered room service often.

She requested extra pillows and made her own bed.

What can you tell us about her personally?

What'd she do? Who'd she see?

That I can't say.

Can't or won't?

Look, I-I...

I pride myself on attention to detail.

Keeping my guests safe... and happy.

So what happened to Lieutenant Commander Brooks was, um...

It was a failure.

(door beeps)

You got a minute, Ernie?

I'm scanning through 16 hours of CCTV footage.

So I should come back then?

Nah, I could do this with my eyes closed.

Not really, but one eye closed.

I can definitely talk to you.

Just want to get your take on someone.

Oh.

I love it.

Deep background.

Digging into dirty secrets.

No rock left unturned.

Who's the target?

Jesse.

He's not a target.

Just want to know what you think.

(clears throat)

Oh, you think he's a hard nut to crack?

Well, he's not.

More like a sweet candy shell

covering a smooth chocolate and caramel filling.

(chuckles)

Clearly my blood sugar's low.

Sorry.

Why do you ask?

Just want to have a rapport with the people I work with.

Are you?

Working with us?

What was that?

You see that?

Of course I did. Nothing gets by me.

Out of curiosity,

what specifically do you mean?

SAM: On the CCTV camera footage, there was a little blip.

It happened about ten seconds ago.

I'll be damned, it's a blip.

What does it mean? Could mean a lot.

But considering our victim

was killed within an hour of that blip,

I think someone messed with the footage.

I didn't realize I was supposed to pull it out of the oven

to rest.

Ah, six hours later, I had ruined dinner,

the oven...

any hopes of conquering French cuisine.

Are you on the phone or something?

Oh, no, no, no, my mentor

in the coroner arts always spoke to his victims.

He said it was a reminder that while they may be dead,

they are, in fact, always with us.

Okay.

But a recipe?

Well, sometimes you have nothing in common.

That said, I was able to get a DNA sample

from, uh, whoever Brooks had relations with.

Cross-referencing with CODIS.

And of course AFDIL, considering there's a good chance

our suspect is a service member.

Of course.

Quite right, Jesse.

Our suspect is military.

Or was.

Former Staff Sergeant Frank Howell,

USMC.

Look familiar?

Yeah.

He's the night manager.

You shared a lot of information with us earlier

about your hotel and Lieutenant Commander Brooks.

But you left out a lot, too.

Like you were sleeping with her.

She'd been coming to the hotel for a couple years.

Figure it was, like, an ongoing arrangement?

So what happened, Frank? You get in a fight?

She dump you? Make you angry?

I didn't kill Meredith.

TENNANT: You've made that difficult to believe, Frank.

First, because you lied to us about the relationship.

And second, you doctored the security footage.

There's a whole section missing.

TENNANT: We're assuming it's the part where

you came into Brooks' room last night,

had sex with her.

And then strangled her to death.

That's ridiculous.

You have a history with NCIS, Frank.

You went UA for ten days when stationed in Rota, Spain.

Agents tracked you to a nearby hotel,

where they found you with a young woman and $20,000 in cash

stolen from her husband.

According to your statement, the young woman was

in an abusive relationship.

You offered protection, and the money was hers.

I was trying to help her escape.

And the stolen money was what, a fee?

No, it wasn't stolen.

You know, it really doesn't matter what I say,

because you've already made your mind up.

My mind is made on what I see.

Withholding the relationship with Brooks,

tampering with evidence,

it says you're guilty, Frank.

Convince me I'm wrong.

I couldn't hurt Meredith.

She was in trouble, I was trying to help her.

Okay, so how was she in trouble?

What were you doing to help? Look, talk to us, Frank. No.

No, no. See-see, 'cause this is what happened last time.

I sat down with an NCIS agent,

and they said it was just to clear things up.

And I told them the truth.

I said that that woman was in trouble.

According to the report, she denied your story.

Yeah, because she was under duress,

and then I spent six months in jail,

and I was dishonorably discharged.

My life was ruined because of you.

TENNANT: Mr. Howell, we weren't in Rota.

We're here for Brooks.

But we need to know what kind of trouble she was in.

No. No, I'm done talking.

You can arrest me or you can let me go.

This is as closed as a case gets.

I'm not seeing it, Jesse.

Frank Howell clearly has some sort of hero complex

when it comes to women, but is he capable of murder?

He's a trained Marine who's lying through his teeth.

He's capable of anything.

Guys, MCRT went through Brooks' possessions...

Suitcase, backpack, dopp kit.

All of them purple, by the way.

I'm always a little suspicious of overly coordinated--

Just show them the thing.

All right.

This was hidden in the lining of the suitcase.

It's a digital recorder.

I can't tell you why she had it,

but I can tell you she recorded the sex

she had with Frank Howell,

or at least the beginning.

Then she turned the device off.

An hour later it switched back on.

(door opens)

Someone entered her room.

BROOKS: What are you doing here?

W-Wait. No! No, please.

(gasping)

(choking, grunting)

She recorded her own murder.

But she intended to record something else. For what?

Blackmail? State secrets? No idea.

I mean, considering she never left the hotel

when she stayed there.

It may have something to do with the Kahua Koa.

(knock on door) KAI: Hey.

TENNANT: Hey. I just got a text from Sam.

You guys are texting now?

Well, I was having trouble getting through

to Lieutenant Brooks' Squadron CO.

Sam, he goes way back with the captain at NAF Atsugi.

Turns out there was an investigation of cocaine

being trafficked onto the base,

possibly hidden in cargo planes,

and she was a person of interest.

All right, better check her plane out.

Oh, Hanna's got it covered.

He's working our cases now, too?

TENNANT: He's giving us a hand, Jesse. Okay?

Which is good because I need you and Kai

to keep an eye on Frank Howell's movements.

Thank you.

All right, we gotta focus on the hotel,

get someone on the inside.

You thinking undercover?

Ooh, good idea.

Always new people showing up at a hotel.

Throw a couple agents in...

Tourists on liberty?

I'd say newlyweds.

No one blinks if they never leave the hotel.

You think Kate's up for another joint investigation?

Aloha.

Oh, it's even more beautiful than the postcards.

The ocean is so blue.

And the air just-- oh, it feels different.

First time in Hawai'i?

Oh, thank you so much.

Well, I was stationed at Pearl a few years back,

but it's her first.

Our original hotel had to shut down last-minute.

Some kind of gas leak.

Almost ruined the honeymoon.

I know. Thank God y'all were able to accommodate us.

I guess it's perks of being a service member.

You know? (both laugh)

BELLHOP: The Kahua Koa is the perfect place

to experience the island.

We've got three pools, tennis courts,

not to mention dozens of activities.

Ooh, how about room service? Oh.

Open till midnight.

Plus, you got everything you need right here.

Panoramic views of the ocean,

fully stocked mini bar.

And, of course, our signature "Aloha" pineapple,

exclusively for our guests.

Can I help with anything else?

Oh, I think we're all set.

Mahalo.

(door closes) (sighs deeply)

What?

Did you just tip him a 20? Yeah.

In appreciation for his service.

It's a little excessive.

It means we'll get extra attention.

Is that a good thing if we're undercover?

Oh, my gosh, is my wife cheap?

What? No. I'm frugal.

Just a fancy word for cheap.

You know I tip 20% at restaurants.

Mm.

But it's not our money to spend, it's the taxpayers'.

You're adorable when you're being responsible.

Mm. Okay.

(both laugh)

JESSE: This is the best.

Follow Frank Howell all the way from his apartment to his work,

where we'll sit and wait for the next 12 hours.

All right, what is going on, Jesse?

Nothing. I'm living the dream.

Do you want to talk about it?

Do you want to talk about your Canadian girlfriend?

Fine, we'll sit in silence.

(scoffs)

It's just that this is our team, our case.

Sam Hanna is searching the victim's plane

for kilos of illicit narcotics,

and we're surveilling a parking lot.

They're both important jobs.

They're both our jobs.

Anyway, I thought you were avoiding planes these days.

Not when they're on the ground.

Anyway, that's not the point, all right?

It's just I'm saying lately, it feels like everywhere we go,

Sam Hanna's there.

Uh, Jesse?

Hey, Sam.

Hey, fellas.

Figured you'd, uh, break the case by now.

No drugs on Brooks' plane?

Not so far. MCRT took everything back to the workshop

to give it a once-over in the morning.

And the commander at Atsugi was convinced

Brooks was smuggling?

Her flight records matched up with

an upswing of cocaine abuse at the base.

They opened an investigation. She was put on notice.

Well, considering she was still flying two days ago,

clearly they couldn't prove it.

If I'm under investigation for drug smuggling,

I'm going to lay low, keep my nose clean.

Unless I'm being forced to keep going.

In which case I'm caught between the cops and the bad guys.

Or maybe I buy a digital recorder,

try to get leverage.

Still leaves the question, who was she trying

to get leverage from?

Frank Howell's making the rounds.

LUCY: That guy looks like he doesn't belong.

You shouldn't judge people by their appearances.

Uh, unless their appearance includes a bulge

of a gun in their waistband. Fair enough.

Frank's acting like they know each other.

Yeah.

Uh, Kate, I think we're being watched.

I have a gift.

Oh.

It's a gift.

Yeah? What's that now?

I can guess which branch of the service you're from.

And if I'm right, you buy me a drink.

Okay.

Hair too long for the Army.

Mm.

Not enough tats for the Marines.

You have the gaze of a woman

that's been forged by the sea.

You're Navy.

How did you...

George Conrad, 101st Airborne, retired.

Honorary concierge and unofficial mayor

of the Kahua Koa.

Have you been spying on us, George?

(laughs)

No, I just heard the bell staff talk

about the big-tipping newlyweds,

so I just figured it was you.

Congratulations, by the way.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

So you're a man who knows things then.

Nothing happens around here that I don't know.

We, uh, we heard a guest died the other night?

She was killed, actually.

Terrible thing.

Do they know who did it?

Heard about eight different theories,

all of 'em bull crap.

Any chance it was someone who works at the hotel?

Doubtful.

I've been coming here for 20 years.

It was always the safest place on the island.

Just chalk it up to bad luck, I guess.

Come on, let's talk about happier things.

I'm gonna buy you guys a bottle of champagne.

I thought we owed you a drink.

Well, fair enough. You can buy me a bottle.

I'm gonna talk to Philipe, make sure it's something expensive.

Oh... (both chuckle)

Hey, you see what I'm seeing?

Frank and the other guy are leaving.

Yeah, let's follow.

Hey, hey, hey, you guys aren't going anywhere

till we toast to your wedding. Oh...

(laughs)

Hey, Philipe, three glasses.

Guy's taking his time getting that ramen.

It's all good.

I can, uh, put the radio on or something.

Maybe I've got a playlist on my phone.

I'm thinking we have a chat.

Everybody wants to talk today.

We need to clear the air.

JESSE: From where I'm sitting, the air is fine.

You've been great the last couple weeks helping out.

Everyone loves you.

Doesn't feel like everybody.

Come on.

Your team relies on you.

You're smart, you're capable.

You look out for them.

They trust you.

Yeah, well... thank you.

But you don't trust me, and I don't know why.

It's not that I don't trust you.

I don't know you.

And I don't know your intentions.

Nothing but honorable.

Yeah, I appreciate that.

Still doesn't tell me why you're here.

Well, I'm not gonna tell you why I'm here

because I can't.

But I promise you,

I'm not here to look over anyone's shoulder.

Not Tennant's, not yours.

And I'll always have your six.

I hope that works.

Yeah...

that'll work.

(car door opens)

KAI: Hey.

I just heard from Whistler.

Frank Howell is on the move

with some sketchy-looking guy.

I see them.

So much for dinner.

KAI: You see?

Stakeouts are fun.

That dude could be a break in the case.

That dude could be selling

Frank Howell a surfboard.

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

Not driving like that.

You might want to catch up.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

(car horn honks)

(truck horn honks)

Truck. Truck.

(tires screech)

So, Frank Howell, our number one suspect

in the murder of Lieutenant Commander Brooks

ran off with an unidentified second suspect.

Both of whom could be involved with

smuggling cocaine with our victim.

And possibly killed her.

Or Frank Howell's not involved and he's just been abducted.

Any evidence to prove that?

We don't have evidence to prove any of it.

Whistler was able to grab a fingerprint of the man

Howell left with.

Derek Tupua.

Served five to seven at Florence State

for drug trafficking and assault.

Moved back home a year ago

where he works as a property manager

for a series of properties that don't seem well-managed.

It's not my circus,

but this Tupua character looks like a much better suspect

for murder than your night manager.

The only thing we know is that they're probably together.

Well, let's go find them.

Jesse, start checking out these properties.

Yeah, you got it. Thanks.

Sam, if you don't mind,

maybe get with Kai, follow up with MCRT.

See if you can find any drugs

that our connected to our drug ring.

My pleasure.

So, where are you taking me?

Well, before Howell and Tupua left last night,

they disappeared back here.

And you think there are

illegal substances to be found.

There's only one way to find out.

It says "authorized personnel only."

Not that long ago,

that sign would have given you pause.

Well, I've seen some things

since then, you know?

Been undercover,

gotten handcuffed to a post in Caracas...

Come on.

(shushing)

MAN (over radio): Hey, Marco, you there?

Right here.

MAN (over radio): We just got a bunch of

new guests in valet. Can you come up?

I'm on my way.

(exhales)

(sighs)

Fast thinking.

Yeah, I didn't want us to get found out.

I think he's gone now.

So we should, you know,

go check out that room.

All right. We'll go check out that room.

Not too shady, I guess.

Oh, they really commit to

the pineapple thing.

But nothing really illicit.

(laughs) Except this dress.

It's absolutely...

Stunning.

What, really?

You don't think it's a bit... loud?

That's what weddings are supposed to be.

Big and loud.

Kate, I am from Texas.

No one does big and loud like us.

Oh, you should have seen my brothers' weddings.

And it's not your thing?

I-I just, I knew from a young age that

my parents weren't going to give me one of those.

Right.

Right. That sucks. I'm sorry.

No, I just, um,

figured I'd never get married,

so why dream?

Well, my mother never gave up hope.

She's had a vision board for my wedding since I was 17.

A vision board?

More like a wall, I guess, now.

My wedding is gonna be a cross between

Grace Kelly and Princess Di's.

So... royal?

Well, at least, I mean, that's what she wants.

(scoffs) I don't... (scoffs) I don't really care.

(phone vibrating)

Ernie, what you got?

A dead end and a hunch. Have a sec?

LUCY: Yeah, go for it.

Key card log for

Lieutenant Commander Brooks' room says

Frank Howell was the last person to enter

before she was killed, but he swears he didn't do it.

So, either he's lying...

Or someone else got into the room.

ERNIE: The recording of her death suggests

she was surprised by the killer coming into the room,

which is why I think he's innocent.

Okay, so how did someone get into the room

without using the door?

Well, that's where my hunch comes in.

But it requires some skullduggery.

Hey, Boom-Boom. You here?

Hey, buddy.

Who are you?

Please, don't pet Agent Bryce.

I'm sorry, bro. I was... I was just saying hello.

Yeah, well, use your words, then, Holman.

How would you feel if I came to NCIS to pet you?

Can't take him nowhere, can you?

Rookies, right?

Look, I'm not a rookie, okay?

I'm actually...

Premature.

'Cause I haven't gotten anything.

(sneezes)

Except maybe a cold.

Oh, it's allergies. Pollen, peanuts.

Most things that start with "P."

(barks)

Yeah, I'm allergic to kiwi.

Well, save it for your memoirs, Holman.

What you got there, Agent Bryce?

(barks)

(sneezes)

My money's on liquid cocaine.

Well, my money's on your money.

It's cocaine.

I don't see nothing but gear.

But the problem is,

with new extraction techniques,

the narcotics can be put into almost anything.

Don't understand what we're doing.

We are looking for evidence of our killer.

You know, cop stuff.

But the crime scene is

one story below us.

Exactly.

How're we gonna get in?

Like Ernie said, skullduggery.

I liberated this from a housekeeping cart downstairs.

(door beeps)

You asked, "Hey, Luce,

"how did Brooks' killer access her room

without using the door?"

Yeah.

I'm about to show you.

Hey, what the...? Whoa. Lucy!

It's all good. I'm down here.

You can't just do stuff like that.

I can, Kate.

And, more importantly, so could our killer.

(groans)

Hey.

What'd you find?

Most of Tupua's properties have been a bust.

This one, however...

Is that the truck Tupua and Frank Howell were in last night?

Yeah, but no sign of either of them,

as far as I can tell.

All right, let's take a closer look.

♪ ♪

(rattling nearby)

Federal agents! Stop! (engine starts)

Hey, boss,

you're gonna want to come and see this.

That was Tupua.

Any sign of Frank Howell?

Plenty of signs.

None of them good.

CHASE: Frank Howell did not go gentle into this good night.

He was beaten badly before his throat was slit

ear to ear.

And then dumped in a barrel.

And he's not the only one.

There were at least three other bodies

in those barrels.

Too decomposed for any sort of identification.

Tupua's had practice.

I haven't seen this level of brutality

since I was helping the locals identify bodies in Juárez.

It does have cartel written all over it.

Tupua probably assumed that

Frank was cooperating with us.

Or made damn sure that he never would.

Well, he knows we're on to him now,

so he'll be pulling up the stakes.

Look, if there are any actual drugs,

we need to find them fast.

(Boom-Boom sneezes) (Agent Bryce barks)

JESSE: You all right over there, Boom-Boom?

No, I am not all right.

I don't know what's going on with this place,

but it does not agree... (sneezes)

...agree with me.

I know a Chinese herbalist who can cure your allergies

in three sessions. Yeah, well, I'm miserable enough to

consider taking you up on that. (barks)

What you got there, Agent Bryce?

(sneezes)

There you go, boy. (barking)

(sneezes)

Pineapples? That explains everything.

Might as well be kryptonite

as far as my allergies are concerned.

With Agent Bryce going crazy...

might be full of liquid cocaine.

Yeah, each one could hold a kilo.

Maybe more. TENNANT: All right.

Let Lucy and Whistler know.

We need to find out if there are any

of these pineapples at that hotel.

Pineapples all over this place. Where are we supposed to start?

WHISTLER: They're not just handing out

kilos of cocaine to the average guest.

LUCY (over phone): No. They'd want to keep

the special ones secure and hand them over

to Lieutenant Commander Brooks to transport back to Atsugi.

And she's likely not the only one.

Service members come in and out of this hotel

all the time on their way to any number of bases.

It's actually a pretty clever way to smuggle narcotics.

I-I know where they're hiding the drugs.

It's right behind that, uh,

interesting wedding dress that you were admiring.

Okay, go check it out. I'll meet you down there.

Yep.

Navy.

That beautiful wife of yours strand you again?

Oh, she's just getting changed. She'll be down soon.

All right, well, you have her meet us in the bar.

It is my turn to buy drinks.

Sure. Yeah, we'll be right there.

George? Uh, yep.

The mayor of the Kahua Koa cannot get enough of me,

likely because I am adorable.

Listen, just be careful, okay?

We're probably dealing with the cartel here,

and they won't care how adorable you are.

(grunting)

Kate?

(grunting)

(choking)

(grunting)

(yells)

(both grunt)

Kate!

No offense...

this honeymoon sucks.

(Whistler exhales)

Just got off the phone with Whistler and Lucy.

Navy Police are handling the body with discretion

until the rest of the drug ring

is apprehended. Okay.

I'm just glad they're okay. Me, too.

Ernie, did you get a bead on Whistler's assailant?

Bellhop's name is Marco Cano.

From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Baja, Mexico.

Like Tupua, he spent time in Florence for trafficking.

Let me guess. He's cartel.

ERNIE: You'd be guessing correct.

According to DEA and Phoenix Narcotics,

he's a foot soldier in the local chapter

of the Baja Cartel.

And they enlisted Tupua to help run coke through Hawai'i.

Open up a whole new market in the military. Okay.

Any idea where Tupua is? KAI: We've got eyes

on the properties he manages and his house.

No sign yet.

ERNIE: However, now that we know

that he's connected to the Baja Cartel,

it gave me a whole new avenue to search.

Hang Loose Mongoose Produce

recently purchased by an LLC out of Mexico City.

Ownership transfer matches

our uptick in coke distribution.

And their single product just happens to be...

Pineapples. I'll get the warrant.

I'll get the big guns.

♪ ♪

(workers clamoring)

Federal agents! Hands where I can see them!

(gunfire)

(rapid gunfire)

(rapid gunfire)

These guys aren't playing.

That's okay.

Doesn't feel okay.

We're just a distraction.

Bravo, go, go!

Drop the weapon!

You know, I changed my mind about Hanna.

Is that right? He's a pretty decent guy.

Especially in a gunfight. Let's go.

Clear! Clear.

We softened them up for you.

We appreciate it.

Anyone got eyes on Tupua?

Three o'clock. (gunfire)

Runner, runner!

(tires screeching)

This is the part where you give up.

How'd it go with Tupua?

(sighs) He's not talking.

Too many years in prison and too afraid of the cartel.

Well, his records from the warehouse are talking for him.

We found a list of other service members

on their payroll.

Yeah, they had dozens of kilos shipping every week.

Tupua and Cano were the cartel part of this operation.

Handled drugs and money.

And employee relations?

Still doesn't explain who supplied

the military mules.

Every one of these pilots stayed at the Kahua Koa.

Maybe Frank Howell was the mastermind.

My gut says no.

(phone vibrating)

Hey, Luce, everything okay with Whistler?

Great.

We're just on the home stretch of closing this narcotics ring,

so... Oh, yeah. Sure.

We can run a service record for you.

What's the name?

LUCY: Sergeant George Conrad,

U.S. Army, retired.

Navy. Where's your better half?

Oh, she had a bit of an accident.

Oh, no. Yeah.

I hope she wasn't hurt.

No, no, no. She wasn't.

But you knew that already.

Why would you say that?

Oh, 'cause you know everything that happens at this hotel.

Right? You're the mayor.

That's right.

You know everyone who works here.

If someone new comes in, you get to know them, too.

I just like to be thorough. Yeah.

Hey, Philipe.

Macallan 18.

Leave the bottle.

PHILIPE: You got it, George.

Ooh.

Nice. Are you celebrating?

What would be a better reason to celebrate

than you two being here right now?

Aw.

Congratulations. LUCY: Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome. Woo-hoo!

You certainly drink like a paratrooper.

Well, thank you.

But you lie like a criminal.

You didn't retire from service.

You got pushed out. For dealing drugs.

Mm-hmm. You were using Army truck drivers

to smuggle them onto bases all over the East Coast.

Nobody ever proved that.

But you did up your game.

Using pilots like Lieutenant Commander Brooks.

While you sit here getting fat.

You can't prove that either.

Mm. Well, she was gonna cooperate,

so you killed her.

And since she told Frank, you killed him, too.

You've hardly touched your drink.

We took down Tupua and his men.

We have all the cash.

Oh, and we also got the names of, uh...

the other pilots you use.

They're in custody. Guess you're thorough, too.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Can I at least finish my drink?

Mm, no, George.

I think you're done.

Come on, let's go.

KAI: And then what'd you do?

JESSE: Oh, we were stranded

on a little island, and I knew

my kid was there with her friends somewhere.

But there was, like, a dozen pirates

between-- It wasn't a dozen.

It wasn't. All right, well, it felt like a dozen,

especially because I was unarmed.

You know, I had no choice. Mm.

He was like half Bruce Willis in Die Hard,

and half Tom Hanks in Cast Away.

Look, I made do with what I had. It's what a dad does.

So let me get this straight. We're talking pirate, pirates?

WHISTLER: No, actually they were South African mercenaries.

Oh. South African mercenaries.

Those guys are bad.

But they're nothing compared to the Latvian Brotherhood.

Those guys are just plain crazy. Ooh.

Ernie?

Hey.

Did you climb up the lanai?

Yeah. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Why didn't you use the door?

Because I have something to show you.

I did some digging on our friend.

Sam? Yeah.

Okay, what kind of digging?

The kind that inspired me

to climb up the lanai to tell you.

I didn't ask you to do that. I know, you never would.

Did you break any laws? No.

Did you break any rules?

Let's just say I broke decorum. Ernie.

Do you want to know or not?

Sam Hanna was indeed TDY'd to Pearl to teach his seminar,

but not from OSP. What do you mean?

All the paperwork, scheduling and pay

are coming from something called E.L.I.T.E.

Elite?

What is that? Some continuing education acronym?

I don't know.

But any further details are hidden behind

triple-encrypted firewalls

that I'd be committing espionage if I broke.

(indistinct chatter)

ERNIE: What's it all mean?

TENNANT: No idea.

But I intend to find out.

(cheering and laughter)

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