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It's good to see you again.

How are you?

Welcome, folks. How are you?

How's everyone doing... good?

Good. Enjoy your stay.

It's a good island wine

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

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

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

Yeah. Glad to hear
that. All right.

Oh.

Have fun tonight, ladies.

Not too much fun.

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.

Room service.

I have your champagne.

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 air
strike on ourselves.

You call an air strike on
yourself? Of course you do.

Yeah, but we still
have a big problem,

because we got to escape.

And there's literally
no way out. Mm.

Well,

not literally, though, right?

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

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

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

We MacGyvered the
hatch to the sub.

Last-minute kind of thing.

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

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

So did you catch the bad guy?

Torpedo did.

So awesome. That's so cool, bro.

Try this.

Mmm.

Did you just make that?

Out of what was in the pantry.

Want one?

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

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

It's not that bad.

Got to get this. Hey, boss.

Yeah?

Okay.

On my way.

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?

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.

Ligature marks on her neck.

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.

I'd say intimately.

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.

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.

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.

I-I guess you would
have to ask her.

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,

time card 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, turn down 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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Someone entered her room.

What are you doing here?

W-Wait. No! No, please.

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.

Hey.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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...

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...

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.

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.

Hey.

I just heard from Whistler.

Frank Howell is on the move

with some sketchy-looking guy.

I see them.

So much for dinner.

You see?

Stakeouts are fun.

That dude could be
a break in the case.

That dude could be selling.

Frank Howell a surfboard.

Not driving like that.

You might want to catch up.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Truck. Truck.

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.

Hey, Marco, you there?

Right here.

We just got a bunch of

new guests in valet.
Can you come up?

I'm on my way.

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.

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.

I don't... I
don't really care.

Ernie, what you got?

A dead end and a
hunch. Have a sec?

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.

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.

Except maybe a cold.

Oh, it's allergies.
Pollen, peanuts.

Most things that start with "P."

Yeah, I'm allergic to kiwi.

Well, save it for
your memoirs, Holman.

What you got there, Agent Bryce?

My money's on liquid cocaine.

Well, my money's on your money.

It's cocaine.

I don't see nothing but gear.

But the problem is,

with new extraction techniques,

the narcotics can be put
into almost anything.

Don't understand
what we're doing.

We are looking for
evidence of our killer.

You know, cop stuff.

But the crime scene is

one story below us.

Exactly.

How're we gonna get in?

Like Ernie said, skullduggery.

I liberated this from a
housekeeping cart downstairs.

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.

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.

Federal agents! Stop!

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.

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.

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

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.

What you got there, Agent Bryce?

There you go, boy.

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?

They're not just handing out

kilos of cocaine to
the average guest.

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.

Kate?

Kate!

No offense

this honeymoon sucks.

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.

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?
- We've got eyes

on the properties he
manages and his house.

No sign yet.

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.

Federal agents! Hands
where I can see them!

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.

Runner, runner!

This is the part
where you give up.

How'd it go with Tupua?

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.

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?

Sergeant George Conrad,

U.S. Army, retired.

Navy. Where's your better half?

Oh, she had a bit
of an accident.

Oh, no. Yeah.

I hope she wasn't hurt.

No, no, no. She wasn't.

But you knew that already.

Why would you say that?

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

Right? You're the mayor.

That's right.

You know everyone
who works here.

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

I just like to be
thorough. Yeah.

Hey, Philipe.

Macallan 18.

Leave the bottle.

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.
- 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.

And then what'd you do?

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?

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.

What's it all mean?

No idea.

But I intend to find out.

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