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Still on for dinner Saturday?

Yeah, there's a new spot in
Wai'alae Caleb heard about.

As long as it's not another
Brazilian meat restaurant.

No, he promised. They have fish.

- Bet it's fried.
- Or we go to Uncle Bo's again.

I mean, it-it's just an idea.

Sadie, look out.

No!

Help! Somebody! Sadie!

Sadie! Sadie!

Breach in three, two, one!

Go, go, go!

- Don't move!
- Clear! Clear!

Move!

Clear!

Move up. Let's go.

Breach!

On the ground, now!

Don't move!

Clear!

It's the third lab ELITE's
brought down so far.

Taking a lot of
bioweapons off the board.

What do you think?

I like the jumpsuits.

Very stylish.

They were undercover as movers.

- Hmm.
- My idea.

Well, I am just so glad that your
secret agent club's making progress.

Well, thanks to you getting the
Chemist to give up his lab locations.

So, does that mean I
get a jumpsuit, too?

I got something even better.

Mm, thanks, but I already have a laptop

and this one... is kind of broken.

My team found it in a safe at the lab.

It's encrypted with something

we haven't been able to crack yet.

And you want Ernie to take a look.

If he's up for it.

I'll read him into the mission.

Well, knowing Ernie, I bet he's mostly

figured it out on his own by now.

Got a new case?

Yeah, a Marine's wife was
abducted. Two hours ago.

Let me know if I can help.

Count on it.

I mean, he was wearing
a clown mask, you know?

What kind?

- I'm sorry?
- Happy clown, sad clown.

- Orange hair? Red?
- I... I... I don't know.

Just a clown. Kind of
a scary one, I guess.

Uh... Or I was just scared.

- How many suspects did you see?
- I mean,

somebody grabbed Sadie and
someone was driving. So two.

But there could have been more.

- It was all so fast.
- And Sadie didn't mention

- anything to you about being threatened?
- No.

- I told you, no.
- No one harassing her

or showing her unwanted attention?

Like a stalker or something?

Like anything out of the ordinary.

No. Nothing like that.

Sadie and Caleb are a normal
couple with a normal life.

- Why would they take her?
- I... I don't know.

But we are doing everything
in our power to get her back.

- Okay.
- Hang tight, okay?

What do we know?

Victim is Sadie Latham,

married to Master Sergeant
Caleb Latham stationed at K-Bay.

She was grabbed at around 8:00 a.m.

An abduction in a public
place in broad daylight?

- That's unusual.
- Doesn't feel like

a typical kidnap-and-ransom, either.

Sadie works as a
manager at a health club.

They don't have deep pockets.

Any family money?

No, not at first blush, no.

Canoe club's not cheap.

Lana there has the access.

Sadie's her guest three mornings a week.

They have a routine, then.

What's Lana's background?

Thinking they took the wrong woman?

Aren't you?

Lana works here, runs food and beverage.

But there were several
other members in the lot.

- All right, well, let's look into all of them.
- I'll get my team on it.

- Okay.
- NCIS notify the husband yet?

He's been in training
all morning. Unreachable.

But Jesse and Kai are on
their way to K-Bay now.

Okay.

- Fall out.
- Hoorah!

Master Sergeant Latham.

Yes, sir?

I'm Agent Holman, this is Agent Boone.

NCIS?

Yeah. Could we get a word?

- Everything okay?
- Uh, a little before 8:00 this morning,

your wife was abducted.

- I don't understand.
- I know it's a lot to process.

We're doing everything
we can to get her back,

but we need your help.

Have you or your wife come
into any money recently?

No.

No, I enlisted when I was 18.

Sadie's been working since she was 17.

I mean, we make do, you know,

nothing extra.

Anything in your work
that might be sensitive?

I'm a logistics specialist.

That's about as
unsensitive as you can get.

Anyone that might wish you harm?

- Somebody come to mind?
- No. No, no, no, no.

Um, I was just...

W-Why would anyone do this?

That's what we're trying to find out.

We're gonna need your help to do it.

To get your wife home safe.

All right. What do I need to do?

Right now, come with us.

The FBI will explain
everything in more detail.

HPD found the van dumped
a few miles from the canal.

Registered to a hauling service

who reported it stolen yesterday.

- Any prints?
- Lots.

From hauling service
employees who all have alibis.

All right. FBI pull anything
useful from the traffic cams?

Only if you like the circus.

Wow.

That's pretty creepy.

Seriously, can you take
that thing off the screen?

What, you got a problem
with clowns, Sam?

Not as long as they keep their distance.

I do have a problem with
this abduction case, though.

Broad daylight, dozen witnesses.

Yeah, it's like they wanted to be seen.

Maybe it was a message.

"We can get to you anywhere."

Yeah, but why Sadie?

Social media is mostly
posts about fitness.

A few hundred followers, hardly
any interaction with them.

Might not have anything to do with her.

Not specifically, anyway.

Caleb's even more boring.

He spends his days on base
and nights with his wife.

Okay, what about the other
women at the canoe club?

Could any of them have
been the potential target?

Based on the video...

... Sadie's exactly
who the suspects wanted.

All right.

Let's take a deeper
look at her. And Caleb.

We're missing something.

Uh... I'm just doing an
extended background check.

No need for SCIF.

This isn't for the background.

You've been wondering what
I'm doing here in Hawai'i?

I have.

Trying to figure out what NCIS ELITE is.

Maybe even breaking some rules.

Maybe?

Please tell me it's not
all just an elaborate ploy

to get me to do tech support.

ELITE recovered this at an
illegal lab operating in Pakistan.

Hmm. Color me intrigued.

The lab is run by the Chemist.

He's currently in our custody.

Wait.

You want me to help with
the super top-secret,

"no one can know about
it" mission, don't you?

In a small way, yes.

Do I get to join ELITE?

- No.
- Do I get to meet the members?

No.

But you may help thousands of people

if you can break this encryption.

Okay, fine. I'll do it.

But you're a bad salesman.

This is everywhere she goes.

The nail salon, grocery store.

Oh, the smoothie shop
by the health club.

Short list.

Any other places you can think of?

I don't know, uh, maybe, um...

Uh...

Oh, sometimes she heads over
to the North Shore for lunch.

- Okay, can you tell us where she eats?
- I just...

Look, this is starting
to feel like busywork.

That's because it is, Caleb.

We need you busy because we need
you thinking clearly, all right?

Now, maybe the nail salon is key

to figuring out who took your wife,

but more likely, it's gonna help jar

- some small detail you forgot.
- Right, right, a-and this guy,

over here with my phone.

I mean, what if she's
trying to reach me?

Well, that would be great.

We'd hand you the phone. But...

it's probably gonna be a
ransom call that comes in.

Ransom? I can't... I-I
don't have any money.

You got to be strong, Caleb.

For Sadie. We got a lot of people here

who are trying to help...

It's a blocked number.

Okay, if it's them,
remember, keep them talking.

And insist on seeing Sadie. We
need to make sure she's okay.

Caleb Latham.

Who are you? Where's Sadie?

She's safe.

For now.

No, no, I-I want to see her.

You will see her when you
follow these instructions.

- I need you to...
- No, no, I need to see her first.

Just prove to me that you have her.

That's the last time you see her alive

unless you follow my exact instructions.

Uh, y-yeah, anything.

Please, just don't hurt her.

Pack two large duffel bags
with three million dollars.

Have it by noon tomorrow.

Await my instructions.

What, wait, what, three million dollars?

- I... I don't, I don't have...
- Get it.

Or Sadie dies.

Caleb. Caleb, do something, ple...

Sadie!

Tell me you traced the call.

You know-you know where they are?

The call was made through
a VPN, so we can't trace it.

- Oh, my God.
- We'll get a team analyzing the video

for any clues, we
will find her location.

- They're gonna kill her.
- They won't do anything yet.

They need Sadie alive to get the money.

Three million dollars.

You heard him. He-he
said by noon tomorrow.

Which gives us some time.

Are you crazy? I can't-I
can't do that. I...

- You need to calm down, Caleb.
- I can't calm down.

They took my wife, okay?

- I can't calm down!
- Caleb.

Who are you?

Brock Overton.

- Brock?
- Caleb's friend.

- Excuse me. You okay, Marine?
- They took Sadie, man.

- You serve with Caleb?
- Yes, sir.

Iraq. Two tours.

But I've been out a few years.

I got him now, sir.

- Come on.
- Man, I'm crazy, bro...

We're good, we're good.

Three million dollars?

Doesn't make sense. What
are these guys thinking?

Sadie looked scared but unhurt.

No, they want to make
sure she's safe and sound

because they want their money.

Again, I'll say it. Three million?

- Lathams have nowhere near that.
- I know.

But there's an opportunity here.

We use the drop to get these guys.

Can the FBI pull together some cash?

Not much, but some.

All right, I'll talk to
Tennant about chipping in.

Get Ernie the video and
see what he can find.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're a big man, aren't you?

Sitting there behind your firewalls

and your triple-encrypted blockchain.

You think Kyber's new for me?

I was cracking post-quantum cryptography

when you were just a blip
in your programmer's eye.

Who are you talking to?

Me? No one.

You know, just eccentric Ernie.

You never know what
wacky thing I'll do next.

You know.

Kind of felt like you were
talking to that busted computer.

Nope.

Just doing regular NCIS stuff,

like I always do.

Okay.

- Any luck tracing the ransom call?
- None.

It was transmitted off
an untraceable server

and the voice distortion
the kidnapper used

is impossible to reverse engineer.

- Okay, so, all dead ends.
- Uh, with the video, yes.

But I did find something interesting
in Latham's service record.

Three years ago, Latham
was stationed in Iraq,

leading a convoy that
hit an IED. Seven dead.

- That must have been most of his squad.
- Yeah.

Only two survivors: Latham

and Sergeant Brock Overton.

What's the connection?

The mission was classified.

Caleb said his work wasn't sensitive.

That's exactly what you should say

- if your work was really sensitive.
- Yeah.

I'll let Tennant know.

Oh, Ernie...

... could you send me all of that?

Already sent, chief.

Did you just call me chief?

Sure did, guv.

You know, just expanding the vernacular.

Okay.

Well, thanks...

Hoss.

So, Ernie's a complicated
coffee guy, huh?

- Flavors and toppings.
- Ernie doesn't drink coffee.

- Oh, that's good to know. He's a tea guy.
- Mm.

But only from specific places

and at a certain time of month.

Look, it's complicated. What's the goal?

Ernie kicked me out of
his office this morning.

- He said I was hovering.
- Oh.

Well, first of all
we call it "the lair,"

and secondly, a cup of
tea is not gonna cut it.

You got to think bigger. You know what?

I actually have a list
of acceptable tribute.

You're kidding me.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

No.

What the hell is "rare, exotic oil"?

Talking about Ernie acting
weirder than usual, aren't you?

He's, uh, working on
a secret side project

but pretending he's not, right?

No. I don't know what you mean.

Hey, Ernie happen to mention anything

about our kidnap case?

Yes.

Caleb Latham led a convoy
in Iraq that hit an IED.

Only two survivors.

Latham and a Brock Overton.

The mission was classified.

Jesse said Brock Overton came to
the Lathams' today for support.

Former Marine buddy who survived

a traumatic event with Latham.

It's not strange for them to stay tight.

Still, let's try and find anything
we can about the secret convoy,

okay, including the members of the unit

- who did not make it back.
- Copy.

Oh, Jesse got Sadie's
friend Lana coming up.

I'm gonna join them.

Where the hell and I gonna
find some rare, exotic oil?

Sadie's been like a sister to me

since my own sister died.

She's my rock. Always there.

I only wish that I could
do the same for her.

You are, by helping us. I told you

everything I could about
what happened this morning.

Well, we have other questions.

Did Sadie ever mention anyone

being angry with Caleb?

No one is angry with Caleb.

Most people would be too afraid.

What does that mean?

He's just a little scary.

Scary?

How?

Like, Sadie was scared of him?

Honestly, yes.
Sometimes. But not like...

I'm not saying what
happened today was...

But they were having problems.

Hey, you want to help Sadie, right?

Just tell us what you know.

Things haven't been good for a while.

Really, since Caleb came back from Iraq.

Something happened over there.

He was different.

- Different how?
- Secretive.

Withholding. When he's drinking.

And it gets worse when
his buddy Brock is over.

He gets violent. They egg each other on.

- Did Sadie ever tell you Caleb hurt her?
- She didn't have to.

I could see.

But she did say that she
was thinking of leaving.

Taking a break.

And she told him, too.
He didn't react well.

Caleb have an alibi for
the time of the abduction?

Yeah. He was at K-Bay all morning.

His buddy Brock, however...

Do we really think that Caleb
had his buddy abduct his own wife?

What I think is something's off.

- Is Brock still at the Lathams' house?
- No.

- Whistler said he left an hour ago.
- All right.

Let's get eyes on him.

If he and Caleb are involved,

maybe one of them will lead us to Sadie.

You need to try and get some rest.

Yeah.

It just doesn't feel right.
Sadie's still out there.

I get it.

But tomorrow's gonna be a
long day. We need you strong.

I've got a team of FBI agents
here who've got your back.

You'll wake me if
there's any news, right?

Promise.

You see something?

Not yet.

'Cause you keep looking that way.

You thinking Brock is coming back?

I'm not thinking anything.

I just don't want to look at the house.

Isn't that the point of a stakeout?

To, you know, keep an eye on
whoever you're staking out?

A watched pot never boils.

Okay.

Some deep wisdom you're selling.

I'm not selling it.

I just know it.

Dude, you give me such a hard time

whenever I talk about
being one with the island,

but you're just as
superstitious as anyone.

Doesn't make it any less true.

Latham's on the move.

Hey, let's hang back.
See what's he up to.

- I don't want to make any sudden...
- Oh, my God!

No! No!

Caleb Latham, hands up!

I-I can't...

Sadie?

Where is she?

I don't know. The kidnappers have her.

I-I just came for the money.

- What money?
- Gonna want to see this.

Been holding out on us.

How you and your wife
have been fighting.

Secret mission to Iraq.

Oh, yeah, and the big one right now.

Why Brock Overton was killed
and dumped in an empty grave.

Brock was a brother to me.

I would never hurt him or Sadie.

"To the end and back."

That's what she said
on our wedding night.

That's how it is.

Still doesn't explain Brock's dead body.

It started in Iraq.

Our last mission.

We were providing cover for an intel op

delivering cash to a local sheikh.

- Bribe money.
- Yeah. And a lot of it.

Three million dollars.

It's exactly what the kidnappers want.

We were less than two
clicks from the rally point

when we hit the IED.

It's like hell broke open.

Brock and I were riding support.

That's the only reason we survived.

So your unit is wiped out.

Seven Marines killed,

and you decide to steal the money?

There was nothing we could do.

They were gone.

As far as anyone was concerned,

the money was, too.

Brock said the guys
would have done the same.

So you smuggled the money into the U.S.

and then buried it in a graveyard.

Plot belonged to Brock's family.

We just wanted to be careful.

Swore to wait five years
before we even looked at it.

- Who else knows about this?
- Nobody.

That was the deal. Just him and me.

I didn't even tell Sadie.

Well, someone knew.

Because they kidnapped your wife over it

and killed your buddy.

I don't know what to tell you.

For Sadie's sake,

you better think of something.

I know you need your space, Ernie.

I just stopped by to drop this off.

Hey. What's this, now... a gift?

Consider it tribute.

Oh. It's, uh...

essential oils.

It's not just any
essential oils. Agarwood.

- Rarest of the rare.
- Uh-huh.

- Thanks.
- That's it?

I was told agarwood's your
favorite essential oil.

Number one on your list.

What list is that?

Your list of acceptable tribute.

Oh. That list. No, I just made this up.

Came up with impossible stuff to get

so people would leave me alone.

Well, it's not impossible, Ernie,

but it's very complicated.

Took a full day, forced me to...

call on favors from folks
you don't want to owe.

- Underworld types?
- Worse. Air Force pilots.

Well, I think you and I
are... both are gonna laugh

about this someday...

Maybe not this day.

Anyway, I can return the favor.

- I cracked your uncrackable computer here.
- You did?

Wasn't that hard once I locked in.

How up to speed are
you on the latest use

of multivariates in
isogeny-based cryptography?

You kidding me?

Yeah. I had to brush up on it, too.

But once I did,

she opened for me like a flower.

What's this?

Inventory list. The worst kind.

Arms, chemical weapons, bioagents.

Cross-referenced to
where they're warehoused.

I recognize some of these locations.

My team took 'em down.

- But there's a fourth.
- Yep.

And it's got some nasty stuff.

Including something simply
listed as Compound X.

You have any idea what the X stands for?

No.

Any idea where this lab is?

No, not yet. It's pretty well-coded.

But I bet with a little more time...

... and a lot of this Agarwood,

I'll get there.

Superhero.

Digging, Jesse... what
do you know about it?

What, like holes or jazz slang?

Holes. One of the
most ancient practices.

Practical and spiritual.

We dig for water, which
helps produce life.

We dig for graves once
that life has left us.

Very philosophical.

What does it have to
do with our dead body?

Victim had experience digging holes.

Based on his callouses and
his ten years in the Marines.

Feel you're headed towards a point?

He used an entrenching
shovel, I imagine.

Which takes more effort,

gets more grit in the fingernails,

and has a unique blade
shape, which coincides

with the wound pattern
on Mr. Overton's skull.

Huh.

- So he was killed with his own shovel.
- Likely.

We could confirm that if you
found one at the crime scene.

No shovel.

No three million dollars either,

if it was even there.

Oh, I'm guessing it was.
Or some of it, at least.

I found higher than
usual amounts of C17H21NO4

and staphylococcus on his fingers.

Translation?

Cocaine and feces.

Found on 90% of all U.S. currency.

Oh, well, that's it for me
and paper money from now on.

Imagine your kidnappers followed
Mr. Overton to the grave.

Killed him. Took the cash.

If that's what happened,

they wouldn't need Sadie anymore.

They said they'd send
ransom instructions by noon.

Then I suppose you'll
have your answer soon.

Hey, I don't understand
what we're doing here.

I mean, they already have the money.

They-they won't call.

We don't know that for sure, Caleb,

so we proceed as planned.

- As if they're gonna call.
- And if they do?

- I mean, what-what do I say? -
Listen, you take a breath, okay?

You listen to their instructions

and then you answer in the affirmative.

And you'll try and keep
them on the line this time.

Okay, Caleb. This is you.

Caleb?

- Caleb, is that you?
- Sadie?

Baby, oh, God. Are you okay?

Ha-have they hurt you?

No. I'm okay.

Just... just do what they say, okay?

Then I can go home.

If not...

Do you have the money?

Uh, I... D...

Y-yes. Yes.

Yes, yes. I've got it here.

Bring it to Sandy Beach Park.

Remember. Two bags.

Come alone. Wait for instructions.

You have one hour or Sadie dies.

Wait, wait, one hour? No, I need more...

Wait, let me speak to...

We don't have the money.

He said he was gonna kill her.

How fast can we get an
advance team to Sandy's?

Already making the call.

We're on the move in ten, Caleb.

What?

How we looking, money-wise?

Uh, maybe 50K in FBI cash,

another 25 from NCIS and
some stacks of funny money

that won't fool anyone long.

- We'll have to make it work.
- Okay.

- Hey, boss.
- Yeah?

If the kidnappers didn't take
the three million, who did?

Kidnappers are smart.

There's a lot of
distractions in that park.

Plus, there's a lot of foot
traffic during this time of day.

Yeah, we're gonna stop 'em.

There's 20 federal
agents heading there now.

Kai and Whistler are escorting
Caleb with the fake money.

Which leaves us to
finding the actual money.

You got something?

Turns out, three million
dollars goes missing

from a secret convoy...
exploded or not...

the military doesn't
write it off so easily.

I talked to a friend at DoD
inspector general's office.

They ran an independent investigation.

Yeah, which included interviewing

everyone in Iraq who knew
about the cash in the convoy.

Total of nine personnel.

Five Marines, four civilian contractors.

Only one of whom currently
resides in Hawai'i.

Marlon Vega.

He oversaw the transfer of the
cash from the States to Iraq.

He's kind of like a
traveling bank teller.

He lost his job when cash disappeared.

I'm guessing you don't think his
being in Hawai'i is a coincidence.

Well, Vega's had issues since he
got back Stateside. Drinking, drugs.

Got arrested for assault,
skated on a technicality.

Yeah, his last known
address is over in Kahaluu.

We're gonna go check it out.

Okay.

Yes, hello? I'm here.

You have the money?

All of it. Where are you?

Take it to the restroom at the
far side of the parking lot.

You have 20 seconds to comply.

I-Is that where Sadie
is... the restroom?

Take the money to the restroom.

Leave it in the stall and go.

You have ten seconds to comply.

All right. All right, all right!!

Okay, the money's there. Now what?

Hello?

Hello?

- Caleb's heading to the parking lot.
- All right.

Eyes open. It's showtime.

We've got incoming.

Federal agents!

- Stop!
- Move in. Move in.

Hey!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Stop the damn car!

Don't move!

Whoa. What's with the guns?

Sadie Latham. Where is she?

- Sadie what now?
- The woman you kidnapped.

I didn't kidnap anybody.

I'm just doing a job here.

Why'd you run?

'Cause I thought you were
trying to carjack me, dude.

And the bags... why'd you take them?

Some dude hired me to on TaskRabbit.

Paid me 500 bucks to get it done quick.

Damn well better pay
to fix my whip now, too.

Our TaskRabbit was hired

by a Patrick Logan to grab those bags.

Which is an alias, of course.

He was supposed to receive a call

telling him where to deliver the cash.

We're still waiting.

- Kidnappers watched the whole thing.
- Probably.

Which means they know we're onto them.

Except it doesn't feel
like we're onto them.

What are we gonna tell Caleb?

The truth.

What happened? Did-did you find her?

It didn't go as we expected.

Sadie?

Baby, what'd they do?

They said I should say goodbye.

What do you mean, goodbye?

You did this to her.

- Caleb, help me! No! Caleb... No!
- No, no, no!

No, no, sto... Stop,
stop, wait, wait, wait!

Did they...

She's dead?

Oh...

Hey. Oh, no. No.

We're not sure what we saw, okay?

Let's, um... let's...

- Let's just hold on, Marine. Yeah?
- Hey.

You got this?

Yeah.

Please tell me you traced
that video call, Ernie.

I traced the video call.

No blockers or signal bouncing.

Just a straight shot

to an old bait and tackle
shop on the west side.

- I'll get Jesse and Hanna over there.
- Here's the interesting part.

The shop's been vacant for a year.

Just went under a new lease

to none other than Marlon Vega.

The only guy on the island

who knows about the stolen
three million dollars.

FBI is about ten minutes out.

All right, let's move.

But if there's clowns in
there, you're on your own.

I got movement inside. One suspect.

One, two, three.

Marlon Vega! Federal Agents. Freeze!

They never listen.

- I'll go around.
- All right.

Damn. That is scary.

Marlon Vega, stop!

Damn it!

Stop shooting. You're done.

This wasn't supposed to go like this.

This wasn't supposed to happen!

Yeah, well, I didn't have "shoot-out

at the old bait and tackle shop"

on my to-do list, either, so give up.

Shut up!

Tell me where Sadie is, Marlon.

Just let me get out of here!

Drop the weapon!

Any sign of Sadie?

She's not inside.

Damn.

We're too late.

Got coast guard dive
teams searching the area,

but there's no guarantee
they'll find Sadie.

Yeah, well, it's almost
certainly guaranteed they won't.

And all we have to ID her is
the blood found at the bait shop.

Hopefully, Commander
Chase gets a positive ID.

May offer some sort
of closure for Caleb.

Just lots of unanswered questions here.

Yeah, like, where's the
three million dollars?

And why'd they keep up the kidnapping

once they got the money?

W-we're assuming Marlon
Vega had a partner.

Who managed to evade identification

even after forensics
swept the bait shop.

It's possible.

Yeah, but it's not likely.

Well, if you're looking
for tidy endings,

you won't do better than this.

The shovel that killed Brock Overton?

Probably Sadie, too.

Hidden behind some moldy
boxes in the storeroom.

Along with the cell phone he
used to make the ransom calls.

And this damn clown mask.

So it looks like his
partner double-crossed him,

disappeared and then
left Vega holding the bag?

Yeah. That's what it looks like.

What's off here?

Can't say.

Oh, it's Commander Chase.

Maybe she'll fill the gaps.

As I know you're aware,
the body tells a story.

You can learn a person's deepest secrets

just by observing their biology.

And what have you
observed with Marlon Vega?

He lived an unhappy life.

One filled with narcotics
addiction and alcohol abuse,

both of which exacerbated hypertension.

None of which help me figure out

who he partnered with to
kidnap and kill Sadie Latham.

Kidnapped, yes.

Killed? I'm not sure.

What do you mean?

We heard Marlon beat
Sadie on the video call,

we have the murder weapon and
her blood is all over the scene.

Yes, we have her blood, but it's
telling me a different story.

- Okay, what story?
- The video call showed your suspect

raining blows down on her
from above and behind, like so.

The spatter should be
cascading in a flooding pattern

on the wall of the
opposite side of the wound.

Like this.

In this case, however,

the pattern was sort of
blotted along the wall,

almost as if someone poured it
on and spread it with a sponge.

So, you're saying that the
blood splatter was placed?

Postmortem?

I can't say.

- It's all you've been saying.
- No, I mean, I cannot confirm

it was done postmortem
because I cannot confirm

Sadie Latham is dead.

The blood you found at the
scene was not shed today.

Oxidation of the hemoglobin suggest

it had been stored in
very cold conditions

for at least five months.

So, you're telling me that
this murder was staged.

And the kidnapping partner we're
looking for is Sadie Latham herself?

Progress report on Sadie Latham?

Yeah, we put a BOLO out. Her
photo's floating in every airport,

train station, bus depot and
cruise line in North America.

She's not going anywhere.

No, she's already gone, but...

maybe we can keep her
where she's run to.

- Ernie...
- You want me to tell you

how she pulled it off, don't you?

I want you to give me anything
that can get me closer to her.

However she planned this,
she didn't use the Internet.

There's no emails or alias
accounts or even secret banks.

Her footprint is nonexistent.

Well, she had plenty
of time to plan this,

but she couldn't have done it alone.

'Cause she didn't, but Marlon
Vega's body is in the morgue.

No, he was a patsy.

So, Sadie tricks him into
pretending to kidnap her,

then follows Brock to the
grave where the money was.

Kills him, takes the cash.

And stages her own murder.

Sounds a lot like my ex-wife.

I mean, except for the murder part.

Lana said that there was
two kidnappers in that van.

I'll have her brought in,
see if she knows anything more

- about the second suspect.
- Good.

I got Kai and Whistler
talking to Caleb Latham again.

Mm. Can't imagine that's going well.

That bitch!

Are you sure?

I know it's hard to believe.

I sacrificed everything for her.

How could she do this?

That's what we're gonna
ask when we find her.

And for that, we need your help.

What exactly can I do?

I mean, look, you know
her better than anyone.

Yeah, well, clearly, that means nothing.

You know her better than us.

Is there anywhere she ever
mentioned wanting to go?

I don't know, um, lots
of places, man, uh...

She liked the beach.

- Any particular beach?
- She would talk about

going on these vacations,
you know, uh, Greek isles,

Phuket, Fiji.

I always said, uh,

we already lived in paradise, right?

How'd she know about the money?

I never said a word.

Does the name Marlon
Vega mean anything to you?

He was a contractor involved
with the money you stole.

So, we think Marlon Vega
suspected what you did

and he came to Hawai'i to confront you.

But found Sadie instead.

This is...

this is screwed-up.

And Brock didn't deserve any of this.

Hey, do you want to do right by Brock?

Yeah.

Then help us bring her to justice.

There must be something.

You should ask Lana.

Yeah, those two were
constantly together.

You know? Like, best friends.

Maybe she was honest with her.

Lana Kyle in the conference room?

Lana Kyle was not at
home, nor was she at work

or answering her phone or
even carrying her phone.

Get this... it was left in her car

that's been sitting at the
Kahala Mall for two days.

- You're kidding me.
- No.

And Lana was the one that told
us there was two kidnappers.

But if Sadie went willingly,

Vega wouldn't have needed anyone else.

Are you telling me that Lana
Kyle is our third suspect?

And she handled all the details.

Using her own identity?
That's not very smart.

No, using her sister's identity,
who died three years ago.

Okay.

What details did Lana's
dead sister handle?

Foreign banks, new
identities, plane tickets

and a hotel in Fiji.

Cheers to you, girl.

Mmm.

Money and freedom.

Tastes good, doesn't it?

It worked out just the way you said.

I still can't believe it.

Listen.

Couldn't have happened
without you, babe. No way.

And now we're in this to the end.

To the end and back.

Oh, that is a funny way to put it.

Since you're both definitely going back.

To the mainland, to face,

oh, just a lot of charges.

Oh, you can certainly try, Sadie.

Might even get the drop on me.

But then there's these guys.

Sadie?

She's not gonna help you.

In fact, she was probably
planning on stranding you.

If you're lucky.

Just ask her husband.

No! Please!

It was all her. She forced me to do it.

I swear to God.

- What the hell?
- She is a monster.

That's bull! Don't worry, girls.
You'll both get your chance

to tell me everything.

- Sadie planned it all!
- Aloha.

Please! Stop!

Hey.

- You hear from Tennant?
- Yeah.

It's gonna take a couple
days to work out extradition

for Lana and Sadie.

Tennant is staying put.

She deserves some R and R.

Yeah. Kai and Whistler are finishing up

with Caleb, then we're gonna
hit the bar. You want to join?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll meet you there.

All right.

Feeling like something's wrong, Ernie.

Yeah, but we can't talk about it here.

- War room?
- No time.

Here, here.

Casual. Casual. Shut this.

All right.

What am I looking at?

This is from the motherboard

of the secret laptop you brought me.

You broke the code?

There isn't a code.

Well, I mean, there is a code,

but not the one I was trying to break.

Maybe skip to the urgent part.

This is a Trojan horse.

And it was activated the moment anyone

tried to break into the internal files.

What does this Trojan Horse do?

Infects whatever system
is trying to access it.

You're saying your system's compromised?

No, because I wasn't the
first to access it, was I?

You didn't come directly to me,

even though I'm the best
computer specialist you know,

no matter how quirky.

No, Ernie, I didn't come to you first.

The ELITE team tried
to break the firewall

while they were still in Pakistan.

Then whoever planted this has
been inside the ELITE server.

For, like, three days.

Which means the entire
operation's been revealed.

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