All language subtitles for NCIS.Hawaii.S02E14_track4_eng

(snoring)

(door creaking)

George. George.

What?
I heard something downstairs.

It's just the house settling.

It sounded like a door opening.

Go back to sleep.

I won't be able to unless you...

Unless I check it out.

Please.
(grunts)

(scoffs)

(grunts, groans)

WOMAN:
George,

is everything okay?

♪ ♪

What's up, Doc?

We praying?

Absorbing the stillness

that only the dead
can truly attain.

Okay, well, our victim's
not getting any fresher. May I?

Oh, by all means.

Lacerated blood vessels

around a fractured
supraorbital foramen

indicate Captain Bernal was
killed by blunt force trauma.

His wife succumbed
to a similar injury.

No sign of sexual
assault on either.

Almost looks like bite marks.

Any idea what
the murder weapon was?

A small, blunt object
with serrated edges.

Wielded with great force.

Doesn't exactly narrow it down.

Not yet, but have faith.

How long have they been dead?

Both bodies have entered
secondary flaccidity.

Best guess? 48 hours.

KAI: Which tracks.

Captain Bernal didn't report
for work the last two days.

His office called HPD

for a wellness check
this morning.

All right, talk me through
what we know.

So, the intruder surprised
Captain Bernal here.

Took him down.

Intruder then headed upstairs
and the bedroom was ransacked

after Mrs. Bernal was murdered.

How do you know?

Check this out.

Blood streaked on the drawers

and the wall safe.

Here.

Jewelry and valuables stolen.
The classic

robbery gone wrong.

Or as intended.

Maybe our suspect
wanted to hurt them. Maybe.

But here's where it gets weird.

There is no sign
of forced entry.

No broken locks.

No smashed windows.

And get this...
You're about to tell me

that the alarm was still armed
when HPD arrived.

Yeah.

How'd you know?

Well, because
I've seen it before.

Seven years ago.

Rebecca Fox, 17 years old,

daughter of Admiral Jason Fox,

Pac fleet commander at the time.

I mean, the case got
national attention.

We were full-court press.
And you think the
cases are related?

I know they are.

It's a bit of a stretch,
isn't it?

Other than robberies gone wrong.

Look, no sign of forced entry.
Alarm engaged.

Victims beaten
with a similar weapon.

No trace evidence.
There's all kinds of the same.

Okay.
When was the alarm first armed

at Captain Bernal's house?

Security company said it was
turned on two nights ago,

at 9:00 p.m., and was
never turned off again.

Well, then how did
the killer gain access?

Second story window
above the garage.

The sensor was deactivated.
Suspect climbed up a tree.

Yeah, that's the one detail
that's different.

Rebecca Fox's killer had a key.

How is that possible?

Petty Officer Sean Clark.

TENNANT: He's Admiral
Fox's enlisted aide,

which means
he would have

a key and the alarm code.

And Clark confessed
to the murder.

Okay. Where's he now?

Serving life at Halawa.

Then he didn't do it.

Clark may not have murdered
the Bernals himself,

but these cases are related.

You thinking copycat?

JESSE: You know, guys spend

a lot of time in prison
trading war stories.

Maybe Clark
inspired another inmate.

I know it's not
a lot to go on,

but I also know I'm not wrong.

All right.
Let's see if you're right.

We should meet with
the lead agent on the Fox case.

Pick their brain.

That may be
a little bit complicated.

Lead agent was Jim Carter.

What? What am I missing?

Carter's no longer with NCIS.

And I'm the reason why.

Who am I?

Who... am I?

Who am I?

Carla Chase?

Incorrect, actually.

At least, I'm not
entirely Carla Chase.

Nor are you entirely
Ernie Malik.

I go by many names,
especially online.

Cool setup, by the way.

I take it you're mapping
the insular cortex

by asking yourself,
"Who am I?"

Ooh, close.

I was practicing
self-inquiry meditation.

Ah, Ramana Maharshi.
Yes!

Though he derived it from
the ancient Hindu tradition

of Advaita Vedanta. Ooh.

Something tells me
that the ancient gurus

didn't use electrodes
to reach enlightenment.

Well, they didn't have
hot and cold running water.

Antibiotics, either.
Technology isn't all bad.

Who you telling?

As much as I enjoy
our metaphysical chats,

I'm assuming you're here
with a purpose.

Jesse's convinced
the Bernal murders

connect to an old case.

I brought you
the autopsy file.

Clearly, you didn't look at it.

I assisted
on the original autopsy.

My first assignment at AFMES.

Oh.

Well, you think Jesse's right?

The evidence suggests he is.

The wound patterns for both
cases are almost identical.

Likely caused by
a tactical flashlight.

How can you tell?

The teeth along the bezel
match the indentations

around the victims' injuries.

Rebecca Fox was struck
on the left brow,

shattering her orbit
and forehead.

So were the Bernals.

All three victims were
struck at close range

in nearly the same place
while facing their assailant.

Did you get an DNA
from the Bernal house?
No.

This killer was
exceedingly careful.

And precise.

We have enough to suggest
these murders are connected...

But not enough
to point to a suspect.

Well, there is one suspect
already convicted

of the first crime.

Maybe he has the answer.

Sean Clark worked as
Admiral Fox's aide for months.

Knew every detail of
his home and his routine.

Then snuck into his house,
beat his daughter to death

and watched as her
life drained away.

How do you know that last part?
It's in the confession.

He then calmly stole

about $20,000
worth of cash and jewelry

and walked into the night.

Point being?
That he's a
stone-cold killer.

Probably won't share
much with you.
I don't know.

I can be pretty persuasive.
I know, boss,

but do me a favor--

don't proffer anything
off of his sentence.

Sean Clark doesn't deserve
to see daylight again.

I'm just gonna
talk to him, Jesse.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

Mr. Clark.

I'm Special Agent in Charge
Jane Tennant. NCIS.

I've been expecting you.

You have?
Yeah.

I knew at some point

you guys would realize
I'm an innocent man.

I'm confused, Mr. Clark.

Please, call me Sean.

You confessed
to Rebecca Fox's murder, Sean.

But now you claim
you're innocent.

I am innocent.
Always have been.

Except when you signed
your confession.

Because I was coerced.

Which I've attested to
dozens of times

over the last seven years.

First I'm hearing of it.

Then why are you here?

Because of a double homicide

that is similar
to Rebecca's murder.

I need to know who you've been
talking to about your crimes.

Cellmates,

family, friends...
I don't have cellmates,

family or friends anymore.

Just a lawyer that
barely takes my calls.

Clearly, you're talking
to someone, Sean.

Because they mimicked
your killing.

What part of "I'm innocent"

don't you understand?!

I'm sorry.

So, why confess to something
that you didn't do?

People make false confessions
all the time.

I tried to recant the next day.
Ask Agent Carter.

Your DNA, your fingerprints
were all over the Fox house.

I was Admiral Fox's
enlisted aide.

I practically lived at his
house, doing his chores.

Spent more time there
than my own apartment.

You were the only one
who had the alarm code.

The key.

The combination to the safe.

Clearly, I wasn't.

Then who?

Maybe whoever did this.

The DNA "evidence"

is how Carter
got me to sign.

Told me I'd be facing
life without parole

if I didn't man up.

Now it's only 20 to life.

I was exhausted.
He wore me down.

So he wrote up the confession
and I signed it

hoping that someone would
come up with the truth.

Carter wrote it up?
Yeah.

It's all on the tape.

You'll see how he forced me
into this.

I'll look into it, Sean.

No. I'm never gonna
see you again. Hey.

If there's any validity to what
you're saying, I'll find it.

The truth won't stay
hidden forever.

CARTER:
I think Rebecca caught you
robbing her house

and you made a big mistake.

But you didn't mean to kill her.

CLARK:
I didn't kill her.

I didn't rob anything.
I wasn't there.

CARTER:
Hey, hey, hey, I'm on your side.

Okay?

I'm the only one that is.

Carter's got technique,
I'll give him that.

CARTER:
You should just take it easy...

Five hours in and he hasn't
broken a sweat

or raised his voice.

Yeah, I mean, he was
the best at good cop.

You know, he was all
"pal" and "buddy"

until he closed the deal.

Look, buddy, I get it.

Admiral Fox--
he's an arrogant ass.

He refused to recommend you
to officer training.

CLARK:
Told me I needed
to wait six months.

CARTER:
That's an eternity
carrying his water.

Sometimes being good
at your job works against you.

Gets you stuck
in a crap position.

Could make anyone lose
their cool.

Make a bad decision.
Let that anger out.

(Clark exhales)

Clark is at his breaking point.

Yeah, this is when
Carter will close it up.

CARTER:
Just tell me everything.

I think I need a lawyer.

KAI:
Whoa.

Didn't see that coming.

No, that's 'cause it
wasn't supposed to.

CARTER:
First I'm gonna,
I'm gonna get you some food.

(mumbles)

(static buzzes)

Wait, what happened?
I don't know.

A computer glitch or something?

CARTER:
Now read it.

And sign.

Did we just skip ahead?

CLARK:
No, man, this isn't...
this isn't right.

Look at the time code.
A whole hour has passed.

The camera got shut off.

CARTER:
Hard part's done.

I'm proud of you.

KAI:
I don't get it.

Clark was adamant he was
innocent the whole night, right?

Never once confirmed
any of the accusations.

And then, what-- he just caves?

What happened?

TENNANT:
Jim Carter happened.

He broke Clark,
didn't want a record of it,

so he cut the camera.

That's quite
the accusation, boss.

You're thinking it too.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Okay, well, I just spent
the afternoon with a man

who's pretty damn sure
that he's innocent.

Told you not to
let him get to you.

Have you ever spent time
with Sean Clark?

No, I was there
when he was arrested.

But no, not really.
He just doesn't seem like

the cold-blooded
killing type.

(sighs)
So, what are you saying?
I don't know yet.

Let's focus on some facts.

We got an inventory
of everything

that was stolen from
the Bernal home.

Might lead us to their killer.

All right, I'll have
Ernie look at that.

Cross-reference them
with the known fences.

Check pawnshops, too.

I can do it.
I actually

need you for something else.

Carter.

You want me to ask about
the missing hour on the tape?

Look, it's better
coming from you than me.

Okay? You don't need
to confront him.

Just find out if there's
anything about the case

that we're missing.

Like that hour.

Yeah. On it, boss.

CARTER:
Damn it, Boone.

I look a thousand years older.

(sighs)
You just look prettier.

(laughs)
Clean living.

I like the threads.
Yeah, head of
security, huh?

(laughs)
Silky smooth.

Big man on campus.
How's the gig?
It's sweet.

There's more money,
less blood on the wingtips.

Are you looking to make a move?

I can make that happen.

Ah, I still don't mind
the blood.
Really?

Let me show you around. Huh?
Maybe you'll change your mind.

Yeah, I don't know if I got time
for the grand tour,

but I was, uh,

I was hoping there was
someplace we could chat.

That's your serious face. Oh...

You want help with a case?

One of your old cases, actually.

I didn't leave any
open cases, kiddo.
No, it's not open,

but, uh, you recall the, uh...

Rebecca Fox murder, right?
Oh, yeah.

I still talk to her father

every year on the anniversary.

I'm working a robbery
turned double homicide.

But get this--
the alarm was still armed

when HPD arrived, just like Fox.

Okay, that sounds like
a coincidence.

Ah, there's some other
details too, you know?

I was hoping we could go
to your office.

I want to walk you through it

'cause it might help
clear up both cases.

Sean Clark killed Rebecca Fox.

There's nothing to
clear up there.
That's not what I meant, Jimmy.

It's just, I don't remember
all the specifics

about your case,

and there might be
some details in there

that could help with mine.
She sent you, didn't she?

Who, Tennant?
(chuckles softly)

I mean, yeah.
She's the boss, so...

Ha.
She is, Jimmy.

And we're working a case
that resembles yours, so...

If she wants to find out
about the Fox case

she can look up the files,
watch the tape,

read the fricking headlines.

It's closed.

Well, about that tape...

What about it?
Well, there's,

like, an hour missing.

What do you know about that?

Well, it's almost nice
to see you, kiddo.

Come on, Jimmy. No.

She wants to accuse
me of some B.S.,

she's got to man up.

Do it herself.

(groans)

Alex, dinner.

All right, girlie, we are
gonna eat real quick

and then I am
gonna teach you

the secret Tennant
slipknot maneuver

guaranteed to
deliver goals.

That's okay, Mom.
No, no, no, I promised

when you were ready, and
you have club tryouts tomorrow.

I better focus
on my science reading.

Um, said Julie Tennant never.

No, really.
I'm behind, and...

Oh, my God, Jules.
Just tell her.

(refrigerator door opens)

Tell me what?

Nothing.

Mom's gonna find out anyways.

I will. Obviously.
So let's cut out the middle man.

It's-it's just that...
Jules isn't trying out
for soccer.

What?
Alex.

(knocking)

Come in. Why?
(door opens)

I just don't feel like it.

Translation being
the team captain's mean to her.

(door closes)
Alex.

Julie.
Hello.

Jim.

I mean, you said come in, so...

Sure.
Please, come in.

Hey, guys, can I just
get a second? Just, can you...

You sent Boone
to interrogate me?

I sent him to ask for help.

If you're calling me
into question,

do it to my face.

That's not what's happening.

You don't have to use
your library voice

with me, Tennant.

Keeping up appearances.
Just us here.

Actually, my kids
are in the other room.

As you know.

You've had it out for me
the minute you met me.

And you won.

You fired me.

I didn't fire you.

No. No, that's right.

Jane Tennant
doesn't do the dirty work.

You just...

you just made sure I had
no other choice but to quit.

You were openly hostile
and insubordinate.

I was effective

and that pissed you off.

You ignored all of my directions
and made my job harder.

So I reported you
to the IG and you--

you resigned.

You remember it
however you want.

You're still doing it.

Still making my job harder.

You cut the camera for an hour

during your interrogation
of Sean Clark.

Why?

It's not against the law.
Not my question.

Why'd you do it?
I don't have to take this.

I'm sorry.

Am I standing in your home

with your kids
in the other room?

(clicks tongue)

Well, this was a waste of time.

If you coerced Clark
into confessing, I'll find out.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(indistinct conversations)

He just turns up at her place?

Yeah, with Alex and
Julie right there.

This guy your friend?

He was like a
mentor, you know?

Something changed when
Tennant showed up to Pearl.

He just had it made up in
his mind she was no good.

(chuckles) Our Tennant?
Yeah,

it's crazy.

And when she made SAC,
he lost it.

Probably 'cause she got
promoted over him.
Don't know.

Partly. But, I mean, he gave
the last SAC a hard time, too.

One of those cowboy cops,
you know?

Old-school mentality.

So, what's she gonna
do about him?

Hit the gym.
Beat up the heavy bag.

Focus on the case.

Ernie said it's, uh,

stall with the
flags, right?

(whispers):
This is our fence.

Hey, Vinh, right?
Yeah, we emailed you

about that '82 Rolex Submariner.

KAI:
Yeah, is it, uh...

I don't see it in here.

I don't keep
the good stuff on display.

Only for serious connoisseurs.

Don't worry.
I got you.

Sweet little piece, right?
KAI: Oh, yeah.

Looks familiar?

Just what we were looking for.

VIHN:
Matte dial,

original crystal.
Mint condition, brother.

Oh, it's not completely mint.

Serial number's scratched off.

Ain't nothing
in life is perfect.

Just a little wear and tear.
KAI: It's interesting.

Wear and tear only affected
the serial number.

You guys gonna
make an offer or not?

Yeah, here's the offer.

We're gonna take the watch,
the rest of them, too.

And you into custody.
Federal agents.

That watch was likely stolen
in a robbery.

Cool down, guys, I-I didn't
rob nothing from nobody.

Okay, you guys want the watches?

Take 'em, bro!

(grunting)

Damn it. Why didn't
you grab him?

Hey, why didn't you grab him?

Move, move, move.
Whoa!

(indistinct chatter)

Wardrobe change.
All right. Split up.

We got to find him fast.

Sorry.

Federal agent. Move!

Hey, buddy, federal agents.
I need your cart. Thanks.

(people exclaiming)

(grunts)

Should have just
given us the watch.

All right,
I'm out of here.

Hey, don't forget your lunch.

I'll just grab
something at school.

Or you can take
the bento box

that I just spent 30 minutes
making for you.

I'm not gonna have much time.

Alex, there's always
time for lunch. Mom.

JULIE:
What the heck, Alex?

Just take it, okay?
Don't be an ass.

Uh... yeah.
Sure. Good plan.

(door opens, closes)

Uh, so...

What was that?

I know, right?
He's so rude.

(chuckles softly)

I meant you, sweetie.

You seem very passionate about
your brother's lunch today.

He should be nicer. Sure.

But there's something else.

Is this about soccer tryouts?

No. I'm gonna try out.

Okay, then what?

You know that Carter guy
last night?

Why did he talk to you
like that?

Well...

He and I used to
work together.

But we didn't
really get along.

That doesn't really
tell me anything.

It's kind of
hard to explain. Try.

Jim Carter doesn't
like me very much.

He didn't like
having me as his boss.

And he let everyone know.

So he's a bully.

Well, yeah.
Sort of.

But the way he sees it,

I'm the bully.

How could he think that?

I have asked myself that
for a very long time.

Don't have a good answer.

Well, I like you.

Thanks, baby.

I like you, too.
(chuckles)

And I want to punch that
Carter guy in the face.
(laughs)

Oh, man.

Morning, guys.
Morning, boss.

Hey. Triple Red Eye,
as requested.

You are a godsend.
Thank you.

Did you get anything
from the fence?
No.

Lawyered up. Not talking.

But we don't need him to
because all his stuff is hot.

About 60 grand
in stolen watches.

None linked to
the Bernals, though.

Got it.
So we're nowhere.

Not exactly.

One of the watches tracks
to another admiral

who was robbed last year.

Wait, I'm sorry.
Another admiral?
Yeah, in Norfolk.

He was beaten as well,
but he survived.

So we have three robberies

involving high-ranking
Navy officials

in two different cities.

More than a coincidence,
I'd say.

No, that's a pattern.
JESSE: Figure our suspect
stole the watch

in Norfolk and sold it
here in Hawai'i.

Okay, that suggests that
when he robbed Admiral Fox

seven years ago, he got rid
of the property somewhere else.

If the same suspect
robbed Admiral Fox.

It's becoming
less and less of an "if."

Let's check NCIC.

Find out if any of
Admiral Fox's property

showed up over the years
in other cities.

You okay after last night?

I'm fine.
Julie, not so much.

She and Alex
saw the whole thing.

Well, maybe it's time
I go to his place,

rearrange his attitude.
(laughs)

I appreciate your willingness
to avenge my honor,

but I handled it.
Yeah, but you shouldn't have to.

I mean, it's kind of my fault.

How on earth is Carter
your fault?

I was too nice to him.

Made him feel like
we're on the same side.
Okay, look,

Carter's issues with me
have nothing to do with you.

Plus, I sent you to
make nice with him.

I didn't mean yesterday.

When you took over SAC,

I was one of the boys
sitting on the sidelines

watching you and Carter
hash it out.

That wasn't your fight.
And you weren't alone.

Everybody loved Carter,

and everybody wanted
to protect him.

Yeah, we were all wrong.

He played by his own rules.
Didn't listen to the bosses.

But your intervention
wouldn't have mattered.

Carter was never gonna
tolerate me as boss.

ERNIE:
You could say that again.

This guy definitely has the
control aversion of a teenager.

Control aversion?
He hates being told what to do.

By SACs, his wife, the dentist.

At least,
according to his email.

You hacked his email?

No. I mean yes.

His, uh, deactivated NCIS email.
Not his personal one.

Though I could if you want...
It's... We're fine.

Uh, all right.
What'd you find?

As important as the Rebecca Fox
investigation was,

he was cutting corners
to close the case.

Well, there was a lot of
pressure to find the suspect.

Not just the suspect.

Any suspect.

What do you mean?
There are some emails here

about a witness
named Don Mercado.

Claimed he saw the killer
leave the Fox house

the night of the murder.

I don't remember a witness
statement from a Don Mercado.

That's because
Carter didn't include it.

He met with Mercado.

Deemed him unreliable
because he was homeless.

Told the SAC at the time
it was a dead end.

Carter didn't think
he was reliable

because he was homeless?

Do we have any idea
what Mercado's story was?

ERNIE:
Well, that is not on the email.

But I did track Mercado down

at a homeless shelter
in Chinatown.

(indistinct chatter)

There's literally
hundreds of people

that go in and out of here
all day.

Maybe that volunteer can help.

(indistinct conversation)

JESSE:
Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt.
One sec, hold on.

Special Agents Boone
and Holman. NCIS.

We're, uh, looking for

a regular resident here
named Don Mercado.

He's not a resident anymore.

But you have found him.

(chuckles)

I run the place.

How can I help?

Been thinking about
this a long time.

So, you remember making
a witness statement?

I remember like
it was yesterday.

It was so spooky.
Spooky how?

Like seeing a kepalo climb out
somebody's second-story window

in the middle of the night.

Kepalo?
It's like a... evil spirit.

Or the bogeyman. Yeah.

If the bogeyman
wore a red hazmat suit.

He was wearing a hazmat suit?

That's what it looked like. Freaky.

Can you tell us anything else
about this guy you saw?

Short.
Stocky.

Couldn't see his face
'cause of the mask.

And he was turned away
when he took it off.

But he took his mask off?
In the yard before he left.

His back was to me.
He had sandy hair.

Sean Clark has dark hair,

and is about six foot.

You said all this

in your statement
to the authorities?

A Special Agent Carter.

And what'd he say?
Nothing.

Thanked me for my statement.
Never got back to me.

But the guy
in the red hazmat suit

coming out of the window?

Real as you and me.

TENNANT:
Hazmat suit

explains the lack of DNA.

Could help us track a suspect.
Yeah, I did
some research.

Level A hazmat suits are
often red in color.

Submariners have access
to escape immersion equipment.

Resembles a red hazmat suit.

Yes, but Sean Clark
didn't work anywhere

near chemicals or submarines.

No, but he had the
code to the alarm,

and how would a suspect avoid
triggering it without that?

What if he was
already in the house

when Rebecca set the alarm?

So, he was hiding there
for hours?

You'd think Carter
would have found some evidence.

Unless he missed it.

Like he missed Don Mercado.

Go back to the Fox house.

See if you can find
a viable hiding place.

Must be hard on the admiral.

Having us stir
all this up again.

He doesn't come here
much anymore, anyway.

I don't blame him.

That must be the window

Don saw the killer
exiting through.
Active neighborhood.

He'd have to enter early
and wait all day.

Could be an attic.

Let's check it out.

Feels like no one's been
up here for decades,

let alone years. Yeah.

Alarm sensor
was only activated

if the window's closed,

so, suspect could have
left it open.

And then what--
just hung out?

Well, if he was a submariner,

hanging around in a small space
is no big deal.

Will you look at that?

It's a depression in
the insulation there.

KAI:
Somebody was sitting there.

Tracks with Mercado's statement.

Hey, you got a glove on you?
Yeah.

Maybe our suspect...

wasn't as careful as he thought.

Hopefully kind enough
to leave behind a little DNA.

How did Carter miss all this?

This place feels
completely different.

Yeah, well, got a face-lift
a few years ago.

Nah, it's not that.
It's the smell.

It's too clean.

Maybe I just need
to mark my territory again.

Hey, how you doing?

Jim Carter.

This used to be my desk.

Kai Holman.

Yeah, I guess it's mine now.

(laughs)

Hell of a grip guy,
Kai. You serve?

Yeah, Marines.

It's nice to meet
a fellow devil dog.

Excuse me.

(scoffs quietly)
One of hers, huh?

Love the decor.

But it doesn't feel like
too much police work

happens in here.

Hey, Jimmy,
we're in the conference room.

Why don't you ask me
your questions?

No, we're gonna wait
for boss to do that. Yeah,

making me wait.
It's a real power move.

Yeah.
(groans)

Hey, get up.
I'm cool.

I'm just gonna hang right here.

(door opens)
TENNANT: So,

make yourself comfortable.

Isn't this awkward?

It's only 'cause
you're trying so hard.

(chuckles softly)

You have him trained
really good.

Let's talk Rebecca Fox.

Okay.
What am I looking at--

bad insulation?

That's Admiral Fox's attic,

and evidence that somebody
was hiding in there for hours.

That's a stretch.

No, Carter, that's a detail.

And the devil is in the details.

This proves nothing.
In this case,

the devil's in a tobacco tin
that we found in that attic.

Forensics pulled DNA from it
and they're running it now.

But it's not Sean Clark.

What do you want from me?
I want you to pay attention.

Okay, we have DNA, the attic,
and a witness who saw

a suspect climb from
the second story window.

Is this the homeless guy
who cried wolf?

And we've just confirmed
that someone was hiding

in the Bernal attic.

My case is connected
to your case.

Maybe.

It's possible you got it wrong.

You brought me here
to rub it in my face.

I'm asking for your help.

Okay, what do you notice
in this file?

Were Bernal and Fox connected?
What are we missing?

I don't know.

It's been, uh...

You know, it's been seven years.

I mean, I'm not the...

Huh.

What?
Well, that's something.

Both victims were insured
by the same insurance company.

Maybe that's how
the killer targeted them.

Captain Bernal and Admiral Fox's
home insurance policies had

the same underwriter.

Wait, but it doesn't
seem strange.

High-ranking naval officers
stationed in Hawai'i.

Fair enough.
It does start to get strange

when we look at
the other regions.

I've got six policies
from six different officers

all over the country.

Each one robbed
in the last seven years.

Including two in Norfolk, huh?

Those two robberies happened
in the same week last year.

Your fence's Rolex was stolen

as well as some
diamond earrings,

a tennis bracelet,
two necklaces.

Hey, any of the other robberies
include violent assault?

Four of the six.

So, who's the underwriter?

Carrie Holland.

36 years old,
lives in Carson City, Nevada,

and has a brother--

Petty Officer Jeffrey Holland,
30 years old,

who happens to be a submariner.

(snaps fingers)
You called it.

ERNIE:
Holland's service record

lines up with each
and every one of the robberies.

So, he's using
his sister's database

to identify high-value targets.

He had means and opportunity.
Where is he now?

Uh, sub's still at Pearl.

Let's go pick him up.

ERNIE:
I already reached
out to his post.

He's been on liberty
for the last few days.

C.O. has no idea where he is.

TENNANT:
Okay, team.
We tracked the suspect's

cell phone to this neighborhood,

which means his next target is
likely one of the houses here.

He may already be hiding
in one of the homes,

so we need to get
the families to safety

and search every inch
of every one of the homes.

Consider the suspect
armed and dangerous.

Any questions?

Let's roll.

(indistinct chatter)

All the houses evacuated?
Almost.

Agents are trying to coax
an old lady out of her home.

As soon as they do,
REACT's got the green light

to search all the houses.
All right.

Scarlett? Scarlett?
Ma'am. Ma'am.

Please, you have to
let me go back.
Calm down. Over here.

What's going on?
My daughter.

She was here and-
and she's gone.

I think she went back
into the house.

Why would she do that?
The cat.

She-she wanted to get the cat.
I told her no, but...

Please, let me go get her.
It's okay. Look, I'll go.

I'll go with you.
No, I need you out
here in the lookout.

If Holland's in that house,

I don't want him slipping out
the window when I'm inside.

I don't want him
slipping in behind you either.

All right, stay outside
but stay close.

Scarlett?

(floorboard creaks)

Scarlett, you home?

I'm sorry.

Oh. Hey.

It's okay.
Are you Scarlett?

I'm Jane.

What's your cat's name?

Pinkie.
Pinkie.

(floorboard creaks)

Hey, can I hold Pinkie?

Okay.

Guess what? Your mom's
a little worried about you.

So, what do you say

you, me and Pinkie go find her?

Yeah? Okay,
come on.

Hi.

Can you get Scarlett and Pinkie
back to their family?

Okay.
Thank you.
Bye, Scarlett.

(exhales)

Someone's upstairs.

Think it's Holland?

Thinking we find out. Quietly.

(jingling)

(rapid gunshots)

(thud)

You okay?

Yeah. You?
Yeah.

We get him?

(Tennant sighs)

We got him.

Suspect down.
All clear.

OFFICER: Copy.

I heard you got the guy
who killed your captain

and his wife. Yeah.

It's a submariner named,
uh, Jeffrey Holland.

His DNA matched
the tobacco tin

that we found in
Admiral Fox's attic.

Okay.

Means Clark's innocent.
He'll be exonerated.

Well, why you telling me?

He spent seven years in prison

for something
he didn't do, Jimmy.

What do you want?

I did the work.

I followed the leads.
I got the confession.

If he was innocent...
He is innocent.

Then he shouldn't
have confessed.

You know what you did
in that interrogation room.

Yeah. My job.

No, your job is to
uphold the law.
Which I did.

Yeah?
Then why cut the tape?

You know, kiddo...

...nobody would have
given a crap

about the tape
if Clark had done it.

Okay, but he didn't
do it, Jimmy. Yeah,

but everyone-- and I mean
everyone, including you--

was convinced he was the guy.

That's the job.

Win some, lose some.

Now, look, just...

Stay in touch, Jesse.

Or don't.

(door closes)

(exhales softly)

Mom.
Mom.

Are you guys making dinner?

Don't be so shocked, Mom.

Okay, I'm just trying
to figure out your angle.

There's no angle.
'Cause we're not getting a dog.

Mom, we're just trying
to take care of you.

How are you?

I'm okay.

It's been a rough
few days for you.

Let's eat on the lanai.

But you guys
are really freaking me out.
(short chuckle)

Does this have anything
to do with your tryouts?

Other than I made the team?

(gasps)
Baby, yeah!

She's leaving a part out.

Sit down.

I walked up to the
team captain and said,

"Becca, we may not
like each other,

"but we're on
the same team.

So let's act like it."

Wow.
And what did she say?

Uh, she kind of made a face
and then walked away.

But not everyone can
like you, right, Mom?

Yeah.

(chuckles)
Right. Um...

Look, I'm okay.

Really.

Here you go, Mama.

Yes.
Dig in.

Thank you.
It smells amazing.

Now... about that dog.

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