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[Hawaiian music playing]

It's good to see you again.

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 noway 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.
- 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 maybea 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 crimescene 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.
- 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 thatalready.

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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