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Mm-hmm.
Whoever you are,

Pele's gonna come get your ass.

Leaving trash on her land.

Hello?
Someone there?

Don't be messing around
with Ranger Jo.

She is not in the mood.

You got to help me, please!

Slow down, sir, slow down.
He'll kill us!

I need to...
Aah!

Oh...

* *

Wow.

It's a lot, I know.
Matter of perspective.

I live with a nomad who can
carry her life in a bindle.

And you...

Have a decade's worth
of kids' stuff to sort through.

Not to mention my own baggage.

No way.

Is that you as a kid?

Yeah, it is.

So, you come to help?

I... I mean, I could.

I'm kidding.

Besides, how would you know
what box Lenny the Lion went in?

It's a keep, of course. So cute.

And yet it's time to move on.

All right.
I assume you're not here

to learn the ruthless art
of purging.

Actually, I wanted
to borrow your brain.

FBI counterintel's
investigating a smuggling ring

out of the Port of Los Angeles.

Found something unusual.

Or, rather, someone.

They're tracking this woman,
or trying to.

On paper, she's an art importer.

Antiquities.

And off paper?

She's helping the Chinese
move assets into the country.

There's not much here.

I know, and yet...

Well, they think it's...

Maggie Shaw?

Otherwise, you wouldn't
be asking me.

And I really wish I wasn't.

I know how sensitive
the subject is.

There are transcripts in there

from some intercepted calls.

Maybe a turn of phrase
rings a bell.

I'll take a look.

Thank you.

Gonna imagine Staff
Sergeant Nicholas Ruiz

wasn't here on vacation.

Though I wouldn't
blame him if he was.

It's pretty spectacular.

Man, tell me you haven't
lived all these years

and never
come to the Big Island.

Okay, I won't tell you.

But I think
you deducted it.

I'd stay away from
that, Special Agent.

One dead body's my quota.

Gasses in that steam
can kill you.

Yeah, but that's not
how our Marine died.

You must be the brains
of the operation.

This was not nature.

High-powered rifle.

How'd you discover the body?

I was here when it happened.

Where's the rest
of your NCIS team?

We're it for now. Why?

You're gonna need more guys.

You think the shooter's
still in these woods?

Yes. But I'm not about
to prove it.

He's in uniform.
He must have been here

for some kind of training
or exercise.

Body shows signs of distress.

Deep bruising
on his abdomen.

Fingernails cracked
and dirty.

Looks like he's been tortured.
He was.

Not the way you're thinking.

Survival training.

Did you get a glimpse

of who he was running from?
No.

All I saw was
weird orange streaks

in the air.

There's burns around
the entry wounds, you see?

Tracer rounds.
Okay well,

if he was out here for training,
he wasn't alone.

We need to find
the rest of his unit.

And the shooter.

You're going out there?
Yeah.

You want to come?

Hard pass on tracking a killer
through the woods

in lava fields.

But you guys
knock yourselves out.

MCRT and ME
is on the way.

You mind keeping an eye out
on our victim?

Keeping an eye
is my middle name.

All right.

Just spoke to the CO at K-Bay.

Turns out there's
a new SERE program on Hawai'i

that apparently nobody's
allowed to talk about.

Training on the Big Island.

Any idea why it's a secret?

About to head to K-Bay
to find out.

Feels like K-Bay
just came to you.

Are you Special Agent
in Charge Jane Tennant?

Yes. This is
Special Agent Whistler.
I'm Lieutenant

Colonel Reed,
and you had no right

to run up the flagpole
and disrupt my operation.

Sir, if I could explai...
What's happening in those woods

is highly specialized,
highly secret

and none of your concern.

Are you done?

Your training
was disrupted

because Staff Sergeant
Nicholas Ruiz

was shot to death.

Ruiz is dead?
Yes, sir.

And we don't know why.

It would help if we could
contact the rest of your unit.

You can't.

Instructor retraining
for SERE school.

Five men went out
to workshop survival scenarios.

No radios.

Due back tomorrow.

You think he was murdered?

Shot with military ammunition.

Anyone else
know about this training?

No, ma'am.

We need to locate
the rest of the men.

That's gonna be tricky.

We train the best for the worst.

They'll be using every skill,

every lesson they've
ever learned

to evade and survive.

There's no trail, no map.
Only instinct.

So if we want to find them...

I'm gonna have to track 'em.

Great.
I have a helo standing by.

From a server that
spontaneously combusted.

Seventeen stitches.
Mm.

Ulnar collateral ligament tear.

You hear it?
You hyperextend that
hitting the space bar?

Slipped ratcheting a wall mount
for a signal booster in Kosovo.

To be fair,
we were under heavy fire.

But that's all I can really say.

Oh, you're gonna love this.

Uh, hi, guys.

Was wondering
if you had any intel

on a Marine unit,
but now I have other questions.

The only question
you need to ask is

why doesn't NSA offer
survival training, too?

Preach, brother.

As for our case...

five Marines stepped
into the forest,

one died, four remain,

all experts at what they do.

What is that, exactly?

Psychological warfare,

jungle combat,
survival training.

Tasked with breaking people down
physically and emotionally.

In other words: dangerous.

It takes a different
type to do this.

Feel like you know
from experience.

First day I showed up
SERE training,

I tried to play BMOC.

Big man on campus.

I know what it means.

Tried to put 'em
on their heels.

Show 'em I could take
whatever they could dish.

Turns out I couldn't.

Question is,
are any of our Marines

- capable of murder?
- All of them are.

But is one of them willing
to kill his own?

Don't know
about that,

but each of these guys
have been written up,

mostly disciplinary review.
Except...

Gunnery Sergeant Clint Osborne.

Ran point on raids for a decade

in Iraq and Afghanistan
before going SERE.

That takes a toll.

A few years ago, he was arrested

for beating someone in a fight.

Charges were dropped, but...

...victim nearly
lost his eye.

You really didn't need to
bring the weapon, Colonel.

Well, we really have no idea

what we're facing,
Special Agent.

Hey, boss.

Thought you'd
be further

down the trail by now.

About that-- we found something.

What'd you find?

Two more bodies.

Whatever set this off
started here.

Confrontation takes place.

These two Marines
were killed first,

then Ruiz and another man
flee in different directions.

And our suspect followed Ruiz.

"Hunted" is more like it.

So that leaves Gunnery Sergeants
Osborne and Kirk.

One is in danger and
the other's a killer.

Osborne's your man.

This is his knife.

Any clue why he'd attack?

You can ask him
when we find him.

Got divergent tracks.

All right, we split up.
Won't be cell signal.

It's the only way
to communicate with each other.

Okay, you two.

Be safe.

Some filing cabinets just got
a hell of a lot lighter.

Special Agent Hanna.
Call me Sam.

Sam.

I-I just want to say
what an honor it is

to work with you on this.

So, I got historical
personnel records

on our Marines
going as far back

as their initial
military training.

Terrific.
I got parfait.

What now?

A mix of fruit, granola, yogurt.

Yes. I know what parfait is.

Mm.

Okay, well,

there is a lot to go through,

so how should we attack it?

We wait.
The answer will come to us.

Oh, some sort of
Eastern philosophy.

I know you meditate.

You do?
I know a lot about you, Sam.

I deep dive research
all my colleagues.

That's absolutely normal.

I think I have
what you're looking for, Sam,

and it's not the unit's
historical personnel files.

Sorry, Kate.

These guys like to party hard.

Barely a bar on Hotel Street
they haven't been 86'd from.

Most recently Ward's Union.

Marines get rowdy all the time.
Yeah, but this is different.

A bartender went missing.

Rebecca Lee.
What happened?

A few weeks back,
our Marines went to the bar

during her shift.

There was an altercation,
the Marines got kicked out.

Rebecca didn't show up
for her next shift.

Is there a missing persons
investigation?

Well, barely.
I mean,

Rebecca's 24, an adult.

Besides, she bounces around
resort towns.

Cabo, Deer Valley.
Well,

according to this,
HPD interviewed witnesses

and decided Osborne
was a person of interest.

Well, these units
are close-knit.

They're not gonna
talk to law enforcement,

even if they know something.

We need to go to Ward's Union.

Follow my footpath
as closely as possible.

Osborne's a
natural-born tracker.

So how do you intend
to find him?

Gonna use you as bait.

Osborne ever give you any sign
he was capable of this?

Every man in my unit's
capable of this.

Served multiple deployments.
Combat-hardened.

It's why they make
great instructors.

Get pushed to the limits.

Most Marines wouldn't
turn on their own.

Combat-hardened or not.

Listen, Osborne's
not most Marines.

What does that mean?

He's wired different.

My men-- they can go out,
blow off steam,

recalibrate.
But not him.

So you knew he was trouble.

I knew he was in trouble.

We have a saying.

It's not the last
thousand steps, it's the next.

The Corps was the only thing
keeping him in line.

Seems like that
didn't work out.

You are only here as a guide.

Osborne is my responsibility.

And you wouldn't stand a chance.

You are not convincing me to let
you go out there, Colonel Reed.

Damn it.

Ugh. Wonder the last time
they cleaned this place.

You never heard
"the stickier the floor..."

"Stronger the pour." Yeah.

Ah. Law enforcement.

Must be a day ending in Y.

Ma'am.
We'd like a moment to talk.

Well, he's big.

Clearly former military,
so I'm thinking,

what-- CID, NCIS?

But you with the suit?

I don't know what to think.

FBI.
NCIS.

Well, la-di-da.
Someone's really in trouble.

We're here about Rebecca Lee.

Who?

Oh, Becky.
Yeah, she's gone.

More like missing.

I mean, that's what
HPD was asking.

But all I know is she worked
the swing shift behind the bar

for two months,
then she stopped coming in.

Do employees go missing a lot?

They come, they go.

I'm their boss,
not their mother.

How was she behind the bar?

Maybe she's throwing
extra rounds for extra tips?

Like with the Marines
who'd come in here?

Yeah. Like with them.

Any Marines in particular?

There was a group of guys that
liked to come in on her nights,

but they're not welcome anymore.

'Cause of Rebecca?

Because of ten
grand in damage

to my jukebox.

Yep.

Those are the dirtbags.

And him?

This one's different.

Different how?
Sat alone,

stared at her all night.

I'm not sure he even drank.

You tell HPD that?

I did.

And you just left it at that?
Look,

I've seen every
type of Marine in here.

Some come loud, picking fights.

But it's not the loud ones
you have to look out for.

It's the quiet ones.
Like him.

That's where the danger is.

These woods are about
the same size as Oahu, right?

I mean, the entire island
we live on.

I mean, trying to find
a SERE expert out here

is going to be impossible.

Especially if your eyes
are closed.

Shh.

Did you just shush me?

Close your eyes.
Open your mind.

In case you forgot,
there's a killer out here.

And supposedly
deadly steam vents.

Just do it.

Trust me.

My dad would
have us do this.

To feel the mana
of this special place.

To gain a sense of direction.

First time we came out here
I was, like, six years old.

And I remember
feeling like...

I got it.

It's down the hill.

Did you just sense that?

'Cause it was meant
to be metaphorical.

You hear it?

NCIS.
Don't shoot, please.

Who are you?
Gunnery Sergeant Braden Kirk.

Somebody's trying to kill me.

Hey, boss,

we've secured
Gunnery Sergeant Kir...

Colonel Reed?

Osborne, stop!

Colonel Reed.
I've got eyes on Osborne.

Do you copy?

His unit was out here

training.
Something must have happened

that made Osborne snap.

It didn't take much
to set him off.

Downrange, they called him
Bad Ass Ozzy,

'cause he had no fear.

But I think he just liked blood.

So, you're saying one moment,

you're hiking through the woods,
and then, the next...

His knife was in Wallis' chest.
Yes, that's what I'm saying.

Penbrook tried to
pull Osborne off him.

Took a bullet for his trouble.

And then he turned his weapon
on me and Ruiz.

We split up.

I'm guessing he didn't make it?

Yeah. Figured.

Damn it.

You think any of this
had to do with Rebecca Lee?

Yes, sir, I imagine it does.

You want to extrapolate
on that, Gunny?

He was obsessed with that girl.

Just Osborne? 'Cause the reports
say your whole unit

was unruly at Ward's Union
a couple weeks back.

Yes, sir, like Marines do.
Blowing off steam.

You know how it is.

How was it for Rebecca?

He hurt that girl.

Bad.

And we all
know he did.

And then he turned on us.

Look, I'll tell you
anything else I can.

Okay? Promise.

Not here.
We're sitting ducks.

We got to move if we're
gonna make it home.

Well, we're not going home yet.
We're gonna find Osborne.

You are?

Yeah.

You're coming with.

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Hi, I'm Jane Tennant.

I'm a federal agent.

I fell.

I hit my head.

I could use some help.

Hi, um, I'm Jane...

I heard you.
Jane Tennant, federal agent.

I hit my head

and I think
I might have a concussion.

I was just wondering
if I could use your phone.

I don't have a phone.

Internet hot spot?
Ham radio?

Look, just anything that I could
use to communicate with my team?

I'm here to be away from people.

All those things are just
a different kind of bother.

My head hurts.

That's all.

Come in.

Thank you.

Want to grab something to eat?

Not hungry.

Get a cup of coffee?

Not thirsty.

Ride a bike? Take a walk?

Anything but burn a hole
in that file with your eyes.

That's not all I've done.

I did due diligence
with FBI, HPD,

law enforcement
on other islands, too.

No sign of Rebecca Lee?

Not anywhere.

You know, yes, I know--

she's a young woman
with a part-time job.

People like her
come and go all the time.

I can't argue with your logic.

There's just one piece of data
you haven't considered.

Your gut.

An agent much wiser than me

believed that your gut

is your most powerful tool
as an investigator.

Doesn't sound very scientific.

We're not scientists.

We're problem solvers.

I worked a case once
as a probie.

This Navy commander
committed suicide in his room.

He was hanging from a noose.

Suicide note in his handwriting.

Master-at-arms, local coroner,
my training agent--

all were convinced
he killed himself.

But not you?

I sat in that crime scene
for three hours,

sure we were missing something.

My training agent was ready
to have me forcibly removed.

Then I saw it.

The commander's shoes
were placed on the floor

like he had slipped them off,

but the feet
were on the wrong sides.

We arrested the killer
that night.

'Cause of your gut.

What does your gut say?

That there's all kinds of wrong
with this case.

But we got to prove it.

We have no idea where
Rebecca Lee went that night.

She just disappeared.
Which isn't unusual

for a woman who drifts around
following seasonal work.

But...

Go for it.

You know who we can track?

Gunnery Sergeant Osborne.

He went back to the SERE
training facility that night.

Then that's where
we're going now.

It's a beautiful blanket.

You don't have
liver disease, do you?

No.

Kava?
A bit.

Not enough to have
an intoxicating effect,

but it'll ease your pain.

And get me out of here.

Ah, it's the perfect
temperature.

It's hot enough to dissolve,

but low enough to protect
the kavalactones.

All without a thermometer.

Out here I've got to make do.

So, how long
have you been out here?

In previous lives,
I watched enough TV to know

I don't need to answer
any of your questions.

I'm not interrogating you.

I don't have
any reason to, do I?

In 30 minutes,
you should be able

to go find someone
who can really help you.

You're helping me.

Only so you'll leave.

Badge and a gun.

You're gonna bring
trouble I don't need.

That's not my intention.

You didn't get that bump
on your head from a fall.

You got hit.

I was careless.

You were doing police things,
looking for someone.

That bump means
they don't want to be found.

Like you.

You don't know anything
about me.

Just like you probably
don't know anything

about that person
in the woods.

I know he's dangerous.

But you're right--

I don't know anything
about you.

Thirty minutes.

Come in, Tennant.
You read me?

Colonel Reed?

Maybe it's busted.
It's not busted, sir.

Colonel Reed's
on radio silence,

which we need
to observe, too.

Every time you work that thing,

you put a target on us.

Hey, I just want to get
something straight here.

If Osborne is as unstable
as you say,

why did you go out
drinking with him

the night Rebecca Lee
disappeared?

There's no choosing
with Osborne, man.

He'll tell you
if he's coming or not.

Easy there, Marine, easy.

They're just birds.

Easy.
All due respect, sir,

man massacred my entire unit

and all we were doing
was training.

He knows you're hunting him.

They'll be no talking.

Yeah, about this
training mission...

you all came out here
for team building, right?

That's right, sir.

Why'd every member of the unit
bring live ammo?

'Cause none of us
trusted Osborne anymore.

Something had to be done.

What kind of something?

Look, sir.

I'm from Arizona.

And where I grew up,
scorpions were a reality.

Could be a deadly one.

You see a scorpion
in your house,

you don't reason with it.
You kill it.

And that's what Osborne is.

He's a six-foot force...

We got to try and get to him.
You cover me,

I make a break for Kirk.

No, that's a terrible idea.
You get hit,

I'm left out here
with the maniac Marine.

You cover me.

You're crazy, you know that?

All right, on the
count of three.

One, two...

It's no use!

Kirk's dead.

Where's Osborne?

He's gone, for now.

I've been tracking him
for the last two hours.

Almost had him.

And Tennant?

She was unconscious.
But alive.

She was unconscious?
Where is she?

Back there somewhere.
Five klicks, maybe six.

You left her?
in the woods?

It was a game time decision.

By sticking to Osborne,
I saved her life.

You're gonna take us to her.
Right now.

Let's go.

I'd like you to stop.

Looking?
Evaluating my choices.

My blanket.
My food. My books.

I like travelogues, so what?

Look, I'm not
trying to pry, okay?

I...

I don't feel
well enough to leave.

I can't see outside.

So close your eyes.

Think about your case.

The person in the woods.

They're not running
for no reason.

Yeah, well, I don't
feel very comfortable

closing my eyes
while you're holding a shotgun.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Not on purpose,
at least.

I don't think I'd be any happier
if you shot me on accident.

You think you're funny,
don't you?

Sometimes.

You think you can do what
you want, say what you want.

Why, because you're pretty?

Who said any...
Because that'll fade.

One day you're
the belle of the ball,

the next,

you don't even recognize
yourself in the mirror.

People will suck the life
out of you

if you let them.
All right, listen,

I really appreciate
the help, okay?

I'm just gonna leave.

It's not what you think.

You know, I hear that a lot.

Just trying to scare you.

Yeah, well, aiming
an empty shotgun at someone

is a good way to get killed.

A long time ago,

a girl went to pick leaves
from a vine in the jungle.

She was hungry

and knew the leaves
were delicious.

But when she found it,

she couldn't pull the leaves
from the vine.

It seemed almost like the vine
was growing in front of her.

The most delicious
of the leaves

getting further
and further away.

Until finally, she was
too tired to try anymore.

What happened then?

She was hungry.

And her heart was broken.

She did her best to hide it
till she couldn't anymore.

Until her insides
became her outsides.

And the lights around
her began to dim.

So she ran.

I'm sorry, Jane.

About the shotgun?

No.

What, then?

You know.

SERE camp is on
hundreds of acres.

We got 40 MPs, 20 agents,
four search dogs...

Not to mention
two precision drones

that I personally programmed
to help search

for our missing bartender.

Is this overkill, Sam?

Only if we don't find her.

I think I found
something, guys.

Best I can tell...

A trucker cap.

Well, Marines have been
known to wear caps.

How about one
from Deer Valley?

That's the hat Rebecca
wore in her photo.

Where is this?

Uh, about a mile that way.

I'll send you a pin.

Little small
for a Marine.

And these smudges
could be blood.

Looks like a place
to start searching.

What, do they keep
animals here?

Not animals. Trainees.

These aren't big enough
for a human.
Barely big enough.

It's called a sweatbox.

Spent my fair share of hours
in one of those.

Think Rebecca was brought here?

Could be.

I'm not seeing anything.

You ever heard of Rule 20?

Always look under.

Who taught you that?

Tennant.

Said one of her mentors
had all these crazy rules.

Some of them contradicted
each other, but...

...everyone who ever
worked with him...

...memorized each and every...

Sam!

What is it?

Found her.

Ms. Lee had a hard journey
off this mortal plane.

Multiple contusions
over every part of her body.

Four broken ribs,

fractures in all ten fingers,
left wrist, the sacrum...

She fought.

Oh, yes.

Till someone snapped her neck.

Do you need a moment?

I'm fine.

Perhaps some rose petal tea?

Not sure rose petal tea
can touch what's bothering me.

I've worked hundreds of murders.

Many like this.

You never get used to it.

Though I will admit,
Ms. Lee's is a...

particularly gruesome example,

considering there were
multiple perpetrators.

I'm sorry, what?

Oh, like I said,
Rebecca fought hard.

And the evidence suggests
someone held her wrists

while someone else
held her legs.

There were at least
three people involved.

Osborne's a loner.

He kept to himself.

Even his fit reps note
his lone wolf behavior.

So that means...
Where are you going?

I got to tell Sam.
There's more to this story.

We need Osborne alive.
Sam already knows.

He's on his way
to the Big Island as we speak.

This is Tennant's.

Explains why
she's not answering.

Doesn't explain where she is.

Whoever rigged this booby trap
knew what they were doing.

Osborne rigged it.

She's lucky it didn't
take her head off.

Well, we don't know
what condition she's in.

Well enough to walk out of here
on her own two feet.

But not well enough to know

she went
in the wrong direction.

What does that mean?

If she's looking
for help,

she won't find it there.

Osborne's watching us now.

Just wait!

Go, go, go, go!

Why did you apologize?

I told you.

But what you said
doesn't make any sense.

Does this case make
sense to you?

Not really.

Because you're not thinking
about it right.

Had Osborne ever acted violently
toward his fellow Marines?

How do you know about Osborne?

Answer the question!

Had he ever acted violently
toward his fellow Marines?

No.
Not that we know of.

Why did Colonel Reed let him
go on a training op

if he was worried about him?

I don't know.
While you were in the jungle,

why didn't Osborne just kill you

if he was able to get so close?

He laid traps.

Who did he think was coming?

I don't know!

Why do you live in the woods?
Does that matter now?

No, I just don't...
Why did Osborne think

that people were coming for him?

And if they were,
why didn't he run?

I don't know!

You do.

Shotgun's empty.

Is it?

Why do you live in the woods?

So that you'd find me.

It's not safe.
He's stalking us.

The longer we wait,
the closer he gets.

All right, what's the plan?
Keep him busy.

I'll flank him.
I don't know

if that's a good idea.

Where the hell did he go?

Up.
You ready for this?

Yes, but I want to
go on the record

that this whole
situation blows.

Noted.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.
It's the cavalry.

I've never been happier to see
anybody in my entire life.

Got a bead on Osborne?

Yeah, he's up the hill.

All right.

Cover me. Three, two,

one, go.

Aah!

Stop!

Come on.

Hold it steady, Gunny,
hold it steady.

This is over.

I need you
to cease and desist, Marine.

There's already
been enough bloodshed.

- Colonel Reed, stop.
- Put the knife down.

I couldn't help her.
He killed my men!

Put the knife down. I know.
I couldn't help her.

You tried.
You tried.

It's over.

Drop the knife, son.

Drop the knife.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You know, those work better

when you put them
on the swollen area.

Yeah.

I have got some of
my mother's famous

lentil soup here.

It has incredible powers.

I think it was responsible
for getting me

my senior prom date.

She was way out of my league.

That makes sense, Ernie.

You're not hearing a word I say.

What?

No. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm...

Recovering from a head injury.

No.
I mean, yes, but...

It's something else.
Okay.

You want tell me what it is?

As soon as I figure it out.

We don't think
you had anything to do

with Rebecca Lee's
assault and murder.

In fact, we're pretty sure it
was the other men in your unit.

But in order to prove it,

we need you to tell us
what you know.

Gunny.

It's your duty to tell us.

I can't prove it.

I just knew.

How did you know?
Because they've done it before.

Not like Rebecca.

The others...

went home afterwards.

But never the same.

That's why you were
talking to Rebecca.

You were warning her.

It didn't matter.

Because nothing
was going to stop them.

They decided I was a liability.

They tried to frag me.

Got to ask.

If they had
a history of assault,

why didn't you report it
up the chain?

What are you doing?

You know what I'm thinking?

That you should be resting?

Osborne saw this coming.

He set the booby traps
in the woods.

Brought extra ammo.

Figured his number was up.

And knew these guys had
a training accident in mind.

And in a unit as tight knit
as this one,

who would make the call
to take Osborne out?

Ma'am, I'm here
to see my Marine.

I was told that you
wanted to personally

escort him to the brig.

Least I can do.

For him and my boys.

Well, the MPs
will be relieved.

I know they were all
a little afraid of Osborne.

Of course, you're
afraid of him, too.

You saw what he did to my men.
I did.

But that's not
why you're scared.

It's Rebecca Lee.

The young woman he assaulted?

Oh, she was more than assaulted.

And it wasn't Osborne
who did it.

He's telling stories, huh?

He didn't tell us
anything.

Rebecca did.

Or her body, at least.

What's left of it.

M.E. pulled
five distinct

DNA samples
off of her.

Matched four of them
to your dead Marines.

Want to guess
who the fifth one is?

Ma'am, I'd be careful
if I were you.

Funny, because you were anything
but careful with Rebecca.

And I'm sure you felt clever

having your men
bring her back to you.

No witnesses, right?

You have any idea
what you're accusing me of?

In exacting and horrific detail.

You raped and murdered
Rebecca Lee with your men.

And the moment that you realized
that Osborne was suspicious,

you ordered them
to kill him, too.

I don't have to listen to this.
No, you don't.

Because my medical examiner
has all the evidence she needs

to guarantee your conviction.
You little...

Aah!

Sergeant, take the
colonel into custody.

Be careful.

He's dangerous.

Get your hands off of me!

All right, Gunny.

I'll escort you to the brig.

And Colonel Reed?

He won't hurt any more girls.

I should have done more
for Rebecca.

So what happens now?

You killed four Marines,
you have to face charges.

But it was self-defense.

That matters.

I'll never be a Marine again.

You may never serve again.

You'll always be a Marine.

Come on.

I can
walk into my house on my own.

And yet you don't have to.

All right,
who put you up to this?

Literally everyone.

Pulled the short straw, huh?

No.

Okay.

Thank you. I'm home.

Not so fast.

I'm under strict orders to
watch you eat this lentil soup.

And report back
any and all compliments.

Oh, hey, I meant to ask you--

did your friends
at the bureau ever identify

that woman
of mysterious origins?
No.

A whole team observing her--

surveillance, wiretaps, drones--

and she just...
disappears into the ether.

Maggie could do that.

Although she's good enough
that they wouldn't

have ever seen her
in the first place.

* Maybe I missed the boat... *

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

I wasn't alone in the woods.

There was someone else there.

It was my mother.

She looked exactly
the way she did

the day she abandoned me.

This is a sign.

Okay. Of what?

Our story's not over yet.

* But I ain't dead *

* But I ain't dead anymore. *

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