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Well, friends, you've seen me
heli-ski in Alaska,

canyon-jump over Bourne George,
climb Mount Everest,

but nothing has quite
prepared me for this.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

All-you-can-drink mai tais.

Let's go!

Looking good, Kayla.
Looking good.

Oh...

Sorry, buddy,

but you were delicious.

- Ha, ha, ha, ha.
- Yeah.

Kayla?

Kayla!

Kayla!

How many more minutes
till she's here?

What, Julie bean?

Hey, Alex, give me
the marble polish.

We have marble polish?

Yes. Under the sink,
in the red bottle.

Oh. Fancy.

Didn't you guys, like,
sleep in tents in Afghanistan?

Iraq, please.

You said she'd be here by 0800.

I know, baby.
That is in 0-4 minutes from...

Aloha!

Now.

Aunt Maggie!

Hey. Hello, my darling.

Hey, Maggie.

Well, it seems I've been missed.

Alex, help her with
her bag, please.

Oh, thank you.

Hi.

Janie.

You're literally saving
my life.

Can you believe I came home
from a dreadfully boring seminar

to find my kitchen
totally flooded?

I had to take a boat
to get to the fridge.

Stay as long as you'd like.

- Thank you.
- What'd you bring me?

- Julie, that's rude.
- No, no.

I like a girl
who knows her worth.

Buying you gifts was
the highlight

of my speaking engagement.

Gen Z-- whoa, boy--
avoid them like the clap.

Except for you, darling boy.

You're perfection.

They're ancient wishing pearls
from the South China Sea.

Very rare and valuable.
So think of all your wishes.

They may come true.

Say thank you.

Thank you.
Oh.

Coffee?
Yes.

Janie.

So, how are you?
Tell me everything.

How is work? Are you dating?

Have you visited the new wife?

Is she big as a whale?

Slow down, Mags.

No one's coming
to take your prisoner.

We have time.
Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm just desperate
for adult gossip.

I can't even ask my students
what their favorite food is.

I might trigger an allergy.

- Sorry, Mags. I got to go in.
- Oh, no.

Never apologize for work.

Besides, I'd like nothing more
than to spend some time

- with Julie and Alex.
- A ninja knife?

This is awesome.

It's a kunai, Alex.

It's just hella deadly.

I'll teach you how to throw it.

See? We'll be fine.

Uh, no, no, no.

This woman here,

last night, was taken?

Oh. Yeah. Taken.

Yeah, yeah, and you saw it?

Yeah, yeah.

Taken. Uh...

Liam Neeson.

"I don't know
who you are..."

Liam Neeson.
That's not...

Th-Thank you.

Thank you.

What do we know?

Abductee is Kayla Barlow,

28 years old from
Southern California.

On the island with
her new husband,

Lieutenant Adam Parish.

Submariner stationed
out of Point Loma.

On leave for
their honeymoon.

Hotel cameras didn't pick up
anything,

and no other eyewitnesses
besides the husband.

There's 100 people here,
and no one besides the husband

saw a grown woman
get abducted?

No one here saw it,

but possibly thousands saw it
on their phones.

Kayla is an influencer.

Extreme travel space.

Adam was recording
her dancing and...

posting it live.

Kayla!

Look, I've watched this video
a dozen times.

There's nothing more
I can tell you.

You get a look at his face?

Barely.

What about the license plate?

No.

Can you tell us anything
about him?

He looked like everyone
at the luau.

Aloha shirt.
Khaki shorts.

I didn't even try to help.

Okay. Okay.

Did Kayla have any
bad interactions with locals?

Anyone seem suspicious or off?

No.

Look, we were having
a great week.

Everyone was so nice.

Th-They made a big deal about it
being our honeymoon.

What about back home?

Did Kayla have any issues?

Maybe a jealous ex?

Nothing like that. No.

Your wife has a pretty big
social media following.

What about obsessed fans?

Yeah. She gets
weird comments all the time.

Trolls or whatever.

Just...

nothing that seemed
to bother her.

Anything that bothered you?

Look,

it's just not
my world, okay?

I spend months at a time
in a metal tube.

I-I don't even have Instagram.

What exactly do you do
in the metal tube?

I'm the weapons officer.

So you know how to operate
missiles and torpedoes.

And have top secret clearance.

Yeah.

You think this has
something to do with me?

You know they have to volunteer.

- For what now?
- To serve on a submarine.

Physical and psychological
testing.

Takes a very particular
mental disposition

to handle that type
of claustrophobia.

Mm, not to mention aquaphobia,
thalassophobia...

I was a late swimmer.

Oh. How late?

It's an ongoing process.

Just-- What do you know
about Lieutenant Parish?

He's a weapons officer
on the USS Hemstead--

a Los Angeles Class
Fast Attack sub.

That sounds impressive.
It is.

But I'm not sure
what the upside is

to kidnapping his wife
in the middle of a luau.

Can't force him
to share intel

with NCIS all
over the case.

Kayla, on the other hand,
is not your average influencer.

No kidding.

She has, like,
actual skills.

Extreme hiking, camping.

Ooh, haggling
in the Jakarta Market.

Well, decorating one's house
and applying makeup

is a skill, Lucy.

Um, the point is,

there are 1,000 comments
in a dozen different languages.

So it's gonna take a beat
to pinpoint likely suspects.

Meanwhile, we have
a getaway car to track.

Yes.

Abductor was also skilled,

managed to speed off
avoiding all cameras.

- License plate?
- Nope.

And it's a silver pickup.

One of the most common
vehicles on the island.

Wait, but check out
this windshield.

There's something on the
driver-side visor. You see it?

Some kind of
parking pass.

And a barcode.
I'm running it now.

It's from an automated
ticketing station

at Waikiki Marina.

Three miles from the luau.

Good luck with that aquaphobia.

There are 100 boats here.

If our abductor had
access to one,

he could be miles away by now.

Well, we got to start
somewhere.

So, dockmaster says it's been
mostly regulars and tourists,

except yesterday
a mainlander came in,

wanting to charter a boat
for island-hopping,

no questions asked.

Got himself
a "sweet little cabin cruiser"

and overpaid in cash.

Sounds like our guy.
When did he leave?

He didn't. Slip 21.

You all right?

I, uh, don't love boats.

Or the sea.

Or anything water-related,
really.

But you live on an island.

And work for the Navy.

Someone's inside.

Federal agents!

That's not Kayla.

Just check all
these other boats.

See if there's any witnesses.
Thanks.

So, got some cash,

passport, maps,
souvenir shop hat, and...

compact nine-mill.

In with the socks.

Hasn't been fired recently.

According to this,
his name is John Casings.

Judging by the bruising

on his body,
he fought hard

before he died.

You think Kayla
could've done this?

Forensics found her
fingerprints in the cabin,

so she was definitely here.

And CCTV from the marina
shows Kayla running

through the parking lot
headed west.

Being pursued?

Not anyone I could see.

So, Kayla gets the better
of John Casings.

Kills him in self-defense?

Then why hasn't she called
the police?

What do we know about
our dead guy?

Fingerprints confirm
his name is John Casings.

42 years old,
from Dover, Delaware.

Arrived on the island nine hours
before the alleged abduction.

Rented the pickup, chartered
the boat, and disabled its GPS.

Didn't want anyone tracking
where he was taking Kayla.

No, but we found maps
on the boat,

charting a course
to the Big Island.

- Why take her there?
No idea.

He's a traveling
insurance adjustor,

and it's the "traveling" part
that's interesting.

Passport records
over the past two years

place him in six out of

the last seven international
locations as Kayla.

Maybe Casings is
an obsessed fan.

Possibly. Do we think
Kayla killed this man?

Casings was beaten
before he was shot.

I don't think Kayla's capable.

She's definitely capable.

I saw a tutorial of her
hunting a wild boar in Romania.

Dressed it,
cooked it over rocks.

What? It was ethical.

She ate every part of it.

And I mean every part.

Maybe someone else
killed Casings

and Kayla's hiding from them.

Follow up with forensics
and the M.E.

See if they found evidence
of another suspect.

Check in with HPD.

See if they're any closer
to finding Kayla.

Ernie... Yep. Get intimate
with John Casings.

Thank you.

Okay, Jules.

How many cards do you want?

I'll take four.

Oh.

Careful. She cheats.

Do not.

- I fold.
- Oh.

That's it, Jules.

No more slacking
on your homework.

Fine. It's rude to take
all your money, anyway.

So...
Hmm?

You ever kill anyone
with that knife?

No one who didn't deserve it.

- Oh!
And on that note...

Why don't you go help
your sister?

And now you are going
to eat something.

It smells amazing.

It is amazing.

You know,
I don't remember the last time

someone actually cooked for me.

Boy, you really need
to expand your circle

from retired former bosses to...

I don't know,
handsome divorcées

who appreciate a woman
with a handgun.

Well, then that
would be less time

of me scrolling through an
alleged victim's social media.

Ah, yes.

Why do young people
feel the need

to share every mundane
detail of their lives?

What ever happened

to privacy, mystery?

- Says the former CIA operative.
- Okay.

Touché.

What is it, Janie?

These comments. Look.

See how all the words
are misspelled?

It's like English is
a second language.

There's a pattern.

It's in these other
posts as well.

Looks to me like...

- Like classic Playfair cypher.
- Mm-hmm.

She was communicating
to someone in code.

Looks like your young lady just
got a little more interesting.

- Misspellings, capitalizations
in the middle of the words.

Even the pattern
of the comments.

It's a cypher.

Well, she's also using
different fonts and symbols.

It's a whole language.

What could this woman not do?

This type of skill doesn't read
like an affair cover.

It reads like
tradecraft.

I've run a search
on several of the accounts

she's communicating with.

They all track
to same IP address

linked to an LLC in Delaware.

That's where
John Casings is from.

What if he wasn't
abducting her...

but meeting her?

Pull up the live footage
from the luau.

Let's look at it through the
lens of "they knew each other."

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Kayla?

Kayla!

Hey, pause it.
Go back like three seconds.

Right there.

You see Kayla look back
for Adam?

Casings hasn't touched her yet.

Zooming in.

She recognized him
in the crowd.

I mean, she's even
moving towards him.

But right before
she went to him,

her instinct is
to hide Casings from Adam.

So, who's breaking it to Adam

that his new wife is not
what she seems?

Not it.

I don't even think
I'm authorized to do that.

This is the man who took Kayla.

His name's John Casings.

We believe he and your wife
knew each other before the luau.

They were in six different
foreign locations together

over the last two years.

And you found him?

Yes.

He was murdered.

And Kayla fled the scene.

And what?

You think Kayla did it?

She hasn't reached out
- to the police.
- She's scared.

She's in hiding.
I mean, c-can you blame her?

Adam.

There's something deeper
going on.

Possibly criminal.

We believe they've been
communicating in code

through her social media.

No, th-this-this doesn't mean
anything bad.

Kayla loves
puzzles and games.

When I was at sea,

we'd write these novel-long
love letters to each other,

and we'd use Morse code
to say the stuff

that I didn't want
my crew to see.

What kind of stuff?

Mushy stuff, you know,
pet names.

We were apart
for months.

What you're looking at here...

is more than the dashes and dots
of Morse Code.

This is ridiculous. Okay?

You are supposed
to find her,

not accuse her of crimes
that she didn't commit.

Look,

I can't explain
any of this, but...

look, I can guarantee you,

Kayla has nothing to hide.

Actually,
she has a lot to hide.

For example, of her hundreds
of thousands of followers,

all but 20,000 are bots.

Everyone knows influencers buy
fake followers.

It helps their brand.

Well, maybe,
but are all the bots

controlled by one person?

I back-traced the origin
of the bots,

same as the IP address
of the coded messages.

John Casings is the source.

Casings ran Kayla's
social media business?

Well, that's the thing,
there is no business.

Her sponsors are fake, too.

- Any luck deciphering the code?
- A little.

Best I can figure,
there's a lot of talk

about meeting points,

something about transfer

of "the package."

Could be drugs.

Fake followers, international
travel, coded messages.

This has all the makings
of an intelligence operation.

One where Casings and Kayla
were working together.

Well, if you're right,
we'll know soon enough.

I have been playing
in Kayla's account for two days,

which would set off
all sorts of alarms.

One of which is about to enter.

Special Agent Tennant.

DIA Whistler.

Your investigation
of Kayla Barlow

and John Casings ends now.

Look, I take
no pleasure...

Oh, you take all the pleasure.

Well, I take very little
pleasure in telling you

that NCIS's services are
no longer needed on this case.

Why would DIA not want our help?

There's no more information
I can give you.

NCIS is officially off the case.

DIA will take it from here.

So, Kayla is a DIA asset?

CIA?

You of all people know
that I can't answer that.

And how is DIA--
or whoever--

gonna find Kayla
and bring her back?

This is no longer... No longer

an NCIS investigation.

I heard you
the first three times.

You know what I think?

I think you're not sharing
a plan to get Kayla back

because there is no plan
to get Kayla back.

Why would you want to leave
your own asset out to dry?

I am not leaving anyone
out to dry.

I'm an officer for
the Defense Intelligence Agency,

following direct orders
to shut down your investigation.

So this is a shutdown.

You had no intention
of bringing that agent in.

I think we're done here.

What are we supposed to tell
Kayla Barlow's husband?

It's not my problem, Lucy.

Yes, it is your problem.

She is an asset,
risking her life.

Her husband is just supposed
to think she disappeared?

I don't work for the department
of distraught husbands.

I'm given orders.

Orders that come
before relationships

and love and feelings.

We still talking
about Kayla Barlow?

Yeah, of course.

Did you think I meant... No, I mean,

you just started talking about
relationships and feelings.

I thought maybe...

No, this is...

It's nothing to do
with what happened between us.

Hey.

You look like
you could use a drink.

I was taken off the case.

The missing wife?

She's more than
a missing wife.

We've been shut down.

She's a CIA asset.
Ah.

Why leave her out to dry?

I brought you this.

Is that...?

Lebanese arak.

The good stuff.

Where did you find a bottle
of that in Hawai'i?

I've been saving it
for a special occasion.

- Oh, I can smell it from here.
- Mm.

Ooh, yeah.
Ooh.

I feel like it tasted better
on the base.

Maybe we were just desperate.

Long desert nights.

So...

you identify
with this young woman.

Just married,
living two separate lives.

"Secrecy is the enemy
to intimacy."

It's what you told me
on my wedding day.

Your job did not end
your marriage, Janie.

It didn't help.

Do you remember Ali Bashir?

He was with us in Bagram.

He raised the chickens?

Oh.

I remember you tried to eat
the chickens.

Well, you know,
who can blame me?

How long can a person live
on stewed goat?

After you left,

we got reliable information
that Bashir had been made.

How?
Who knows?

Al-Qaeda had informants
just everywhere.

But Bashir refused to leave.

He didn't want to abandon
the mission.

A few weeks later,
he disappeared.

Was he killed or captured?

I don't know.

I wanted to look for him.

But Langley said no,
too dangerous.

He was expendable.

We all are.

It's why I'm glad you got out
early, joined NCIS.

I've always regretted
abandoning him like that.

No one should be left behind,
Janie.

I'm here.

For the HR meeting?
Tennant sent a text.

Yeah, I don't think we're
actually having an HR meeting.

Oh, thank God.

I mean, not that I don't
appreciate the seminars.

Lucy, get the windows, will you?

We're back
on the Kayla Barlow case.

- Between us.
- Were we off it?

You were there
when Whistler shut us down.

Oh, right. That. All right.

Let's get
this HR meeting started.

I looked into Kayla
and John Casings'

shared travel history.

Turns out every time they were
in an exotic locale,

there was a defection
of a high-value foreigner.

Nuclear scientist from Iran,
diplomat from China,

dissident from North Korea.

And most recently...

Russia,

the wife of an oligarch.

Kayla's a deep cover agent.

John Casings is likely
her handler.

Rushing her out
of the hotel,

getting her on that boat...

all classic signs
of a bugout plan.

How can you be sure?

Before NCIS, I worked
for the "State Department."

Right.
In diplomatic services.

Oh.

Right.

You were in H... HR.

Attaboy.

Whoever killed Casings is
likely still after Kayla.

Did you get anything off the
security footage at the marina?

Besides a couple
of skateboarders

in the parking lot,

there are only two people
who aren't linked

to boats in the marina.

It's the Liam Neeson nut.

No, I mean,
I-I know them.

They were at the luau.
English wasn't great.

Get working
on facial recognition

and comb any of our
foreign databases for I.D.'s.

So, if you were a CIA agent

whose handler was just killed,
what would your next move be?

Post a glitchy video
on your socials.

No, really,
Kayla just posted

a glitchy video on her socials.

That's not a glitch.

Listen to the sound.

It's dashes and dots.

Morse code.

Like she uses with Adam.

Kayla's trying to contact him.

Yeah, okay.
Keep an eye out for him.

Adam left the hotel
15 minutes ago.

You hear that, Ernie?
Any luck tracing the phone?

Adam's turned it off.

But good news on the Morse code.

"Go see the dolphins."

What?

The Morse code,

it says, "Go see the dolphins."

Dolphins?
What's that code for?

I think it's code for dolphins.

They're on their honeymoon,
seeing all the sights.

Where would they see
the dolphins?

Sea Life Park.

Eyes open.

Kayla's trained
in countersurveillance,

so she's gonna be hard to spot.

Can't say the same for Adam.

Got him in a blue hoodie
by the dolphin lagoon.

- Should we scoop him up?
- Nah, Luce.

We keep an eye on him
to reel in Kayla, the big fish.

Hope that metaphor
wasn't triggering.

This place is packed
like a Fourth of July weekend.

She could easily be watching us
right now.

Or this could all be
a ploy to draw us out.

Not a trick. I got her.

By the seals.

Brown wig. Green backpack.

What's the plan, boss?

Remember that smuggler
at the Maui airport?

You want to pull
a "pack and play"?

Oh, I want to do it, too.

Okay, Kai, stay with Adam.

A lot of people are
worried about you.

Who are you?

NCIS.

Navy cops?

We're gonna bring you in.

Look, I suggest you walk
out of here calmly.

We can sort this
whole mess out.

Adam.
He's here.

- I have an agent on him.
- Tennant.

- They're making a play for Adam.
- Grab him, Kai.

Yeah! Nice job, everybody.

I'm good.

Every second I am here is
a second we could be looking

- for my husband.
- And every second you don't
answer my questions

is one less detail I have
to find your husband.

- I can't talk to you here.
- You can.

We sweep the basement level
daily.

Cards on the table.

I'm guessing you're CIA.

I was, too.

I'm also guessing John Casings
was your case officer

and he came to get you
out of a jam.

Am I right so far?

We work in exfil defections.

My extreme travel background
made me the perfect fit

for smuggling people
out of hostile territory.

Hostile territory is not
how I'd describe Hawai'i.

I wasn't working here.
I was just...

We had six successful missions.

The last one didn't go well.

Okay.

What happened
on your last mission?

I was helping an asset.

Wife of a powerful Russian
politician in St. Petersburg.

I got her out,

but I was spotted
by his security detail.

Thought I'd
lost them, but...

Russians made you?

This was supposed to be
my last exfil.

I was out.

After we got married,

I wanted to be done
with all this.

The secrets, the lies.

Secrecy...

...is the enemy to intimacy.

Yeah.

And now Adam is, um...

Hey. Stay with me.

Okay?

Why did John Casings take you
out of that luau?

He was trying to protect me.

Got word the Russians
tracked me here.

They want to kill you.

If I'm lucky.

My phone has been ringing
off the hook.

I was very specific
with my instructions.

Leave Kayla alone.

- Isn't it a good thing
we found her?

Whistler.

Thank heavens you're here.

We found Kayla.

I'm aware,
and I'm here to get her.

- Please.
- Absolutely.

Let's, uh, go get that
asset of yours right away.

Always a pleasure, Whistler.

This could have been
a big mess, you know.

Big mess. Yeah.
Luckily, we found her.

Sadly, we lost
our sailor.

Oops, not here.

We picked her up at,
uh, Sea Life Park.

You ever been?
Me, neither.

Really impressive.

Mm-hmm.

It's not just about research
and protecting sea life.

It's really about ocean
conservation and sustainability.

Do you have any idea
where you're taking me?

Mm-hmm.

There's sharks and
sea lions, rays,

giraffes, elepha...

- I'd like to take you.
- What?

To Sea Life Park. A date.

As friends. I really don't care
at this point.

Hey, do you like Ethiopian food?

Oh. That's weird.

I actually have no idea
where they are.

What happened on the boat,
Kayla?

Russians were already on it.

John fought them off,
told me to run, so I did.

- Now can we please find Adam?
- We're going to.

But we're running out of time
before DIA comes to get you.

Who took Adam?

Elite Russian special ops.

Not your typical goons.

Trained all their lives
to blend in.

Their skill set is
torture and assassination.

Russians want info from you.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought this was...

They want to know
where my defector is.

So they're using Adam as bait.

To draw you out.

Then they'll kill him.

Not if we get to him first.

Aloha.

I understand you're upset.

We ignored your request.

But it would really
help us to keep Kayla

while we look for our
missing Navy lieutenant.

Not exactly
in a helpful mood.

I get it, but perhaps
in good faith...

No, you do not get it.

There is no good faith.
You played dirty.

Okay, I'm sorry. You're right.

But we have a
situation now.

Adam's in harm's way,
and we need to find him.

Wait, don't go!

No more games, no more stalls.
I'm done.

It's not a stall.
Adam's calling.

What?

On Kayla's phone.
Adam's calling her right now.

What do I do?

Answer it!

Adam? Baby?

Kayla?

Are you all right?

I'm fine, baby. Where are you?

I escaped, but-but I'm hurt.

I need you to come meet me.

Where are you?

The balancing rock
at Kaiaka Bay Park.

You have to come alone.

No idea who we can trust.

I'm afraid.

I'll be there.

I'm coming to get you.

Adam?

Start analyzing the call.

- See if you can trace it.
- Okay.

So we're all clear,
this is a trap.

- Yes. We're clear.
- There is no way

that I'm letting her... I'm getting my husband.

Don't care if it's a trap.
They can take me.

Kayla, no one's gonna take you.

We're gonna come up with a plan

to get Adam safely back,
together.

And, at the same time,

take down an elite
Russian hit squad

operating on U.S. soil.

Real career-making mission.

How is this gonna work?

Pohaku Lana'i, otherwise
known as "balancing rock,"

is a perfect spot
to lure Kayla.

Out in the open.
Tourists in and out.

Nowhere to hide backup easily.

And no way Adam will
actually be there.

We have any idea
where they have Adam?

So glad you asked.
Listen to this.

Where are you?

The balancing rock
at Kaiaka Bay Park.

You have to come alone.

No idea who we can trust.

I'm afraid.

I'll be there.

What's that sound like?

I-I don't know.
A bad connection?

No, connection's fantastic.
All the bars.

So good, in fact, there are
15 other distinct sounds.

I managed to isolate
specific background noise

from the call.
Got birds, wind,

Adam breathing, but then...

I strip all that away.

Sounds like water.

On an island. Go figure.

Not just water.

A waterfall.

Again. Tropical island.

There are a lot
of waterfalls here,

but listen closer.

Sounds like some kind of plane.

Yes. A midsized prop plane.

I'm guessing Twin Otter.

Used for skydiving.

Waimea Falls.

Are you sure?

No, but when I was a kid,
I used to camp there.

It's secluded.
It's near a skydiving jump site.

And only a few miles
from Pohaku Lana'i.

It's a good place to hide.

Jesse, you and I will take Kayla
to the meet.

Keep an eye on her.

Kai, you and Lucy head
to Waimea Falls.

And find Adam
before the Russians kill him.

Then we grab Kayla and
the rest of the Russians.

Call it a day.

I know what you're thinking.

"What could possibly go wrong?"

No.

I mean, yes.

But I think I have an idea
how I can help.

Any of these tourists
could be more Russian agents.

I got pictures
of the four agents

we think might be after Kayla.

I'm not seeing any matches yet.

I did the math in my head.

If this goes sideways,
we got no real shot

of protecting Kayla here.

Better not go sideways, then.

Kai, Lucy, you
make it to Waimea?

Yeah, but...

we might have a problem.

These were not here
when I was a kid.

How are we gonna find Adam
with all these cabins?

We're gonna take it
one by one.

Got a positive I.D.

Hey, we got a tango.

Copy that.
Still searching.

Those are the guys?

- Two of them, at least.
- Move in?

No, we need to give Kai
and Lucy more time.

Oh, great.

More potential bystanders.

We got a quick five
for photos and bathroom breaks.

Not to rush you, guys, but...

But you kind of are.

We're on it.

There. That's the one.

How can you tell?

Only cabin without sand toys
and coolers in front.

Or backpacks or surfboards
or flippers...
Okay, yeah.

Got it. Let's go.

Tommy?

Open up.
I left the snacks.

Don't make me call the manager
and get a key.

I just need sandwiches.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

All these cabins
look alike.

Oh, wow, is that a kitchenette?

- We got Adam.
- Copy. Bringing Kayla in now.

It's about to get messy.

FBI!

Who are they?

A little gift from a friend.

Adam's on the way back to HQ.

So, why is this
the scariest part?

I don't know how Adam's
gonna feel after all this,

but I can promise you,

there is a lot of life
to live after the CIA.

So, what do I do now?

♪ To say I...

You walk through the door.

♪ If you can stand
to face the fall ♪

♪ With your shaking hands

♪ Your wound's wide open

♪ I won't desert you

♪ We can pass the time

♪ Counting the seconds

♪ Let it go by,
let it go by... ♪

I thought you'd be snuggling
the sea lions by now.

They close at 6:00.

Actually, I'm, uh,
I'm here to thank you.

What you did today,

sending a bus full of FBI...

I guess you do work in
the love department after all.

It was the right thing to do.

Yeah, but we didn't make
this whole thing easy on you.

No one does. I'm used to it.

You're lucky, you know.

Lucky?

Your team.

Your boss.

You... you have
each other's backs,

and you still want to get a beer
at the end of the day.

I'm sorry you don't have that.

Yeah, well...

It's not easy
always being the...

the bad cop.

I don't think you're bad.

In fact...

I think you're amazing.

Uh...

So, you want to grab a beer?

♪ Come light a fire

♪ When you're ready

♪ Fallen angels...

Sweetheart, I'm in here.

So, how was your day?

Bad guys in custody.

Kayla and Adam are
safely reunited.

Ah. To be a fly
on the wall

at that reunion.

Been there, done that.

So, what's wrong?

You don't seem pleased.

You know that story,

the one about Bashir?

It bothered me.

So I did some digging

with my friend who's former NSA,
and as it turns out,

Ali Bashir is alive and well.

Lives in Central California.

Still raising chickens,
actually.

Wow.

What a relief.

Maybe it wasn't Bashir.

At my age,
I get confused.

Maybe, or...

...the story was less
of a confession

and more a motivation.

To get me to stay
on Kayla's case?

Okay, and why would I do that?

No reason.

Unless...

Perhaps the order came
from someone.

Say, someone at Langley.

Maybe you're not
as retired as you claim.

Janie, secrets may be
the enemy to intimacy,

but...

they sure are fun.

Gin?

Your deal.

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