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Swipe right on your break.

If you go faster, we may
actually get to take one.

Hey.

Stop, stop, stop!

You were supposed
to drain all the fluids.

The car was prepped. I swear.

*NCIS: HAWAI'I*
Season 02 Episode 02

Episode Title: "Blind Curves"
Aired on: September 26, 2022.

Coffee?

Looks like you need it
more than I do.

Just need to get
my day going.

You sound like your dad.

I am his son.

He's also middle-aged.

Okay, why are you
so worn-out?

I'm middle-aged, apparently.

Seriously, Alex,
what is it?

College apps?
SAT prep? Homework?

Oh, I'm getting tired
just hearing all of it.

Fall semester
of senior year is tough.

I'm glad you feel
that way.

Mrs. Allen wants you
to sign it.

And acknowledge
that you got a "C"

in a subject you usually ace?

C-plus.

Okay, what happened?

Mom, it's one paper.

It's not like I'm on drugs
or getting arrested.

So, can you just
sign it, please?

You sure nothing else
is going on?

Because Jane Eyre
is a classic.

It's a gothic coming-of-age
story about a young woman,

like, finding herself.

And you didn't see
any parallels?

Clearly not.

Won't happen again.

- Hey, boss.
- Hey.

Our victim is Marine
Staff Sergeant Travis Cobb.

Workers found him
in the back of a sedan

as they were crushing it.

Would've been tough
to I.D. him,

except he had his dog
tags tucked in his boot.

It's a Marine thing.

Is that the car?

Yeah.
A few more seconds

and Cobb would've been crushed
and missing forever.

Anyone report him missing?

His C.O. put him on

unauthorized absence
status yesterday.

And he ended up here?

Car was empty when it
was prepped for disposal,

two days ago, so our theory is

he was killed and dumped
at night during off-hours.

Do we know the cause of death?

No, not yet.

But we're really hoping
it wasn't from the crushing.

Talk about
nightmare fuel.

All right, Kai,
when we're finished here,

follow up with Chase
for an answer.

Yeah, yeah,
I got it, boss.

Thank you.

Doesn't look like they're
running any CCTV.

We have any other leads on
who might have dumped the body?

This place is on

a suburban
home security package.

Spare key in a fake rock,

"Beware of Dog" sign
with no dog,

and all the employees
have alibis.

What would a young
marine be doing

to get dumped
in a junkyard?

It's the stuff you see
with mobsters and criminals.

According to his C.O.,

he couldn't be further
from either.

Said he was a good marine
with a good heart.

Maybe his C.O. didn't
really know him.

Thank you so much, Annie.

Oh, I think word's gotten
out about this place.

But, hey, waiting
can be fun. Right?

Yeah. Totally.

I'm sorry,
I just thought

supplying our respective
teams with caffeine fixes

is sort of
our thing now.

I want to tell my boss
we're dating.

Say something.

I'm just, we, uh...

We were, we were on coffee,

and now we're-we're on-on
talks with bosses.

Well, there's
an FBI barbecue coming up,

and I want you
to come with me.

Okay. Yeah, same page now.

I-I think you should
totally tell your boss

so... I can meet your team.

This is great.

Yeah, it is.

Okay, so then why does it
seem like you're worried?

He could take me off
as NCIS liaison.

No, he wouldn't do that.

Would he?

Uh, if he felt like there was
a conflict of interest.

Shoot. I, um, I-I have
to run to K-Bay.

I think you're doing
the right thing.

It's gonna be okay. Really.

Oh, yes, you're done.

Okay, never mind.

Sometimes it can be
a sobering reminder:

how fragile
our physical forms are.

Don't get me wrong,
I-I've seen many physical forms.

I'm just...

Crushed in a car is new.

You never forget your firsts.

Like the time I went to examine

a body flattened by
a plane wheel.

Quite literally, like a pancake.

Couldn't eat breakfast
for a week.

Right.

So, uh, given the state
of this physical form,

were you able to learn...

just... well, anything?

Postmortem examination can be
revealing in any circumstance.

For example,
the liquid oozing from the car

wasn't all blood, per se,

since our marine
bled quite a bit

before his body
was dumped.

- So, what was it?
- Organs.

Decomposing and crushed
in the vehicle.

I was also able to
identify time of death

as roughly 33 to 35 hours ago.

And then there's the evidence
of how he died.

May have been
crushed and broken,

but the pieces
were there.

Well, most of them.

Part of the back
of the skull is missing.

As well as
the incisors.

This, unfortunately,

is not my first
gunshot wound to the face.

- Any other signs of struggle?
- That's harder to tell.

But there was something else.

I found trace evidence
of a unique chemical compound

in his sinuses and lungs.

Do you know what it is?

Not something I'm familiar with.

Sorry. It's cold.

It's all right.
Doing your job.

Are the leads warm, at least?

Nobody I talked to at K-Bay
knew where Cobb went

the night he was murdered,
who he was with,

or why he had a weird
chemical in his lungs.

Okay.
Did they have anything else

- to say about him?
- I did learn he was from Daytona.

Had no nonjudicial
punishment.

And he also brought
doughnuts to work

at the motor pool
every Monday.

So the leads are colder
than the coffee.

Except...

in spite of a bright future
with the Marine Corps,

he was getting out.

- Any word on where he was going?
- Never submitted

for travel orders
back to the mainland.

- Maybe he was staying here.
- I mean, it makes sense.

Everybody I talked to
assumed Cobb had

an entire life outside of K-Bay
that he just never talked about.

A life that led
to his murder.

But do we have
any ideas on what

he might have been
mixed up in?

Drugs, reckless behavior?

Never popped positive
or arrested.

He was squeaky clean.

But, yeah, he had to have been
staying for something.

Can't just be the palm trees.

Maybe it was for someone.

Hey, Ernie, any
update on the... Shh.

Representative.

Representative.

Trying to get Cobb's
cell phone records?

Sorry about that.

I got his call log,
but I've been in automated hell

trying to access more.

You should've seen when I tried
to dispute a hidden fee.

They broke me
like a bad habit.

Well, usually I'd be
dealing with Caroline,

but she went on her honeymoon
in Turks and Caicos.

Anyway, here's what
else I got on Cobb.

He didn't post much
on social media,

but he was following
412 car accounts, literally.

And bank records show

a bunch of transactions
at auto retailers.

It's not surprising
he was into cars.

He worked
in the motor pool.

But what about
a significant other?

There's one 808 number
that comes up a lot.

And if I could
just get off hold,

I'll be able to find out
who it belongs to.

Thank you for waiting.

Hi, this is Ernie Malik
from NCIS.

No, no, I usually speak
with Caroline.

Oh, I know.

I know. She's so much
better off with Dan.

I got her the griddler.
The stand mixer was taken.

You?

Oh, my. Sneaky.

I know. Caroline is the best.

So if you could just
unlock those records.

Mahalo.

Yes!

- Dude, the griddler?
- It was on her registry.

Oh, look.

808 number belongs
to a Lani Jones.

Girlfriend theory tracks.

All right.
Can you get me her address?

Of course, but I can
do you one better.

Lani's phone pinged there
moments ago.

Nice.

Griddler for the win.Bruddah.

You sure this is
the right place?

I mean, uh,
give or take.

There's not much else
around here.

Not much here.

Looks like an old airfield.

Place like this is
supposed to be off-limits.

Yeah, well, according to
the records Ernie forwarded,

both Cobb and his girlfriend's
phones have pinged

in this location a bunch
of times in the recent past.

Why, though?

I mean, if they
were teenagers,

this could be like
some make out spot.

Oh, yeah? You and your
high school sweetheart

make out at a lot of airfields?

Great Falls Overlook
on the Potomac, actually.

Yeah, that's romantic.

You hear that?

So which one are you
gonna follow?

The Challenger has 800 horses

and a finely tuned 350Z
maybe 500, 600?

- All right, 350Z?
- What?

No, the Challenger.

It may have
more horsepower,

but it's also like
800 pounds heavier.

Guess we're going with
the 350Z after all.

What's the plan?

Not really sure. Improvising.

Yeah, says the guy driving
straight toward another car!

Ooh.

- Pretty reckless, don't you think?
- Yeah.

How'd you do that J-turn
at that speed, anyway?

Fast hands.

So loosen your grip
and trust you won't crash.

Cool.

Hey.
What?

You do know it's illegal

to street race
on the island, right?

First off all,
not technically on a street.

Okay? And secondly,
cops tend to ignore us.

Long as we're not
bothering anybody.

We're not the cops.
We're NCIS.

We're looking for Lani Jones.

You found her.

When was the last time
you saw Travis Cobb?

I-I thought he got
called into training.

Sometimes he can't talk
for a couple days.

How'd you two meet?

On the track.

My family's
been involved

with racing...

pretty much since the first
car landed on the island.

And Cobb?

Thought he was just another
military kine guy

with his chest all puffed up.

Then he beat the best car
on the strip in a stock Mustang.

He was getting
out of the Marine Corps.

Was that to be with you?

Nobody else in the unit
knew about you.

Is there a reason you two kept
the relationship a secret?

Marines couldn't know
he was racing.

Any of the other racers
know about you two?

Better they did.

As long as Travis was with me,

they knew to keep
their distance.

So you're saying
he needed protection.

People don't like losing.

And especially to outsiders.

Maybe somebody lost bad enough
to ignore that protection.

People ever put money

or even their cars
on the line?

Some do. Yeah.

How often did Cobb
roll those dice?

Every time.

Boom.

Wow. Going hearty.

Well, feel like I'm about
to earn the extra calories.

So, you think
Alex's bad grade

is symptomatic
of something worse?

Maybe.

He's got on his plate, okay?

- Things can snowball.
- I know.

I stress about all the things
he has ahead of him, too.

I feel like
there's a "but" coming.

I just...
This doesn't sound like

a problem yet. That's all.

- So you're saying I'm overreacting.
- No.

I would never say that.

He is hiding something.

All right? He's just
not around as much anymore.

Stashes his phone
every time he sees me.

And you haven't
figured it out yet?

He met a girl, Jane.

He doesn't hide them from me.

Naomi, Tess...

even Carly.

No one liked Carly,
not even Alex.

Which means he must
really like this one.

I mean, you remember how I was
when we first started dating.

Every moment outside of work,
I was focused on you.

But I still held down a job,
made a life for ourselves.

Remember?

I'd page you to meet me for
a little late night movie?

Oh, my gosh.

You're really dating us now.

We're talking
$60,000 to $100,000 cars

with tens of thousands of
dollars in modifications.

Cam shafts, headers,
carbon fiber paneling.

Are you hearing
what I'm saying?

I am hearing a lot of words
that I understand individually

but not together.

Okay, what's up?

Nothing.

I'm just... I'm thinking
about barbecue

and full transparency,
and it's freaking me out.

So, Whistler.

Yeah.

I thought everything
was smiles and sunshine

since you guys
got back together.

Yeah, I know.
It's been amazing.

So amazing that she wants
to tell her boss about us.

It's a big deal.

Good.

Good, because then it's not
weird that I'm freaking out.

That's a big deal for her.
Why are you freaking out?

'Cause she's our FBI liaison.

What happens if
her boss changes his mind

after he finds out about us?

And then, and then
we-we no longer work together,

and then we start
to grow apart and...

If that even happens,
you'll roll with it.

Well, it's not just me.
She's worried about it, too.

Of course she is.

I mean, Whistler might
have gone full Adele

in front of our entire team, but
she wasn't always that person.

I'm just saying.

Hey.

We got any more info
about the illegal races?

Uh, ask the
resident expert.

Wouldn't say
I'm an expert.

Oh, you do
know a lot about cars.

And you were fanboying
over that maneuver

Lani pulled at the track.

I don't know.
I got into cars

and street racing
a long time ago.

Oh, I feel like there's a story.

Well, it started when I watched
The Fast and the Furious.

I was wrong.

Wait, I'm sorry.

The movie about cars?

Uh, first off,
it's a movie about family.

And are you serious, dude?

You haven't watch it?

Oh, right.
It's not part of the Nora Ephron

- cinematic universe.
- Oh.

Okay, listen, maybe you two can
have a movie night, all right?

But for now,
how about pointing me

to any leads
regarding Cobb?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We have been
trying to build a list

of who Cobb
has raced in the past.

People he might have crossed

and who might've had
reason to kill him.

Lani couldn't
tell us everybody,

so we started just tracking
the cars themselves.

Cobb's had several cars
registered under his name

- over the years.
- Yeah, all cars

you could see on a track.

But he never seemed
to hang onto them for very long.

Not if he was rolling the dice
every time he went out there.

The latest is a Toyota Supra
that he registered last week.

No records of him
purchasing it, either.

Then who did?

The car was so new
it didn't even have

a title in the system yet.

So we're in the process
of tracking the purchase.

That's got to sting,
losing a car you just bought.

Yeah, especially
to somebody

you already think
doesn't belong.

Well, where's the car now?

We can't find it.

It's not at Cobb's house
or at K-Bay.

So put out a BOLO.

Find the car,
maybe we find the murderer.

Ernie, any luck
finding the Supra?

I sent HPD
everything I had.

They pulled over a vehicle
matching the description.

Then why aren't you
more like...

"Yeah, bro, I just
solved the case"?

Mostly because I would
never say that.

But also this.

Footage of HPD pulling
over the Supra.

We're looking for a racer
and murderer, and, uh,

that guy looks like he says,
"It's mai tai o'clock."

He said he purchased
the vehicle yesterday

through an online ad.

According to the VIN and
title, it's not Cobb's car.

Yeah, but it's the same make,
same model,

and it matches the description.

And what, we're just
supposed to believe

that it's not Cobb's car?

- That is why you're not done.
- Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's called VIN cloning.

You take the VIN number
from a clean car,

put it on a stolen car
to mask the theft.

Cobb's car was stolen...

and ended up in a chop shop.

Can you, can you
figure out which one?

Using details from
the images of the ad,

signage, proximity to landmarks,

I may be able to I.D.

the location of
potential chop shops nearby.

That's Kaka'ako.

Right around the
street from an auto repair shop.

Oh, it's a great place
to operate a chop shop.

You did solve the case.

NCIS! Hands up!

Whoa, whoa! Let's go, let's go!

- Back against the car!
- Hands where I can see them!

Federal agency. Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Hey, NCIS! Hands up!

On your knees!

Clear.Clear.

VIN number is being scratched.

Blank titles.

Hey, guys,
you might want to come in here.

What you got, Luce?

That's a bullet hole.

Thank you.

- Hey, Kai, get the lights.
- Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

That is a bullet hole.

And a whole lot of blood
to go with it.

MCRT found
a nine-millimeter slug,

and we're collecting DNA
and pulling chemical samples

to see if we can
match those found

in Staff Sergeant Cobb's
airways.

But all signs point to him
being murdered in a paint booth.

What else have you found?

It's a crime haven here.

We're talking stolen vehicles,
drug paraphernalia,

fraudulent documentation,

but also racing gear.

So someone here
is tied to that world.

And killed Cobb.
Anyone talking?

We're trying to squeeze them,
but they're staying quiet.

All right, well, do we know
who runs this place?

The business is registered

under an LLC, not a person.

And if they're good,

it'll take us a beat to unpack
who the real owner is.

We're pulling prints
in the meantime, but honestly,

no telling how many come back.

All right, well,
see if any of those prints

point to investigations
in other agencies.

Maybe someone already did
the legwork for us.

Thank you.

FBI coming in with the assist.

Everything we have on the people
working in that chop shop.

Thank you.

Take it this means
nothing changed.

Oh, Lucy was worried
that you weren't gonna be

the NCIS liaison anymore.

Oh, that.

Sorry.
She talks to me about stuff.

Trust me, I know.

So, how'd it go?

You're asking me to talk about
things outside of work?

Happy to talk about
criminals, too.

Uh, yeah, it was fine.

But...?

Well, it was awkward.

I mean, first, I-I-I walk in,
and he's playing with

some fancy new tongs.

Weird.

He's really into barbecue.

Then I had this whole speech
prepared about

how I'm dating
an NCIS special agent

and how I won't let it interfere
with my responsibilities,

and he stops me.

Apparently, it's... it's just
a form I have to fill out.

Sounds easy enough.

But then he said,

- "Can't wait to meet him at the barbecue."
- Oh.

- Oh.
- And I said,

"Same. Thanks."

"Thanks"?
Now he's gonna

expect me to show up with,
like, someone like Kai.

Well, that's on him, not you.

What do I tell Lucy?

She'll be fine.

I don't know
if you know this or not,

but she's pretty crazy
about you.

Hey, it's almost
time to eat.

I'll eat later.
I have a lot of work to do.

- Alex.
- Yeah?

Come here a sec.

What's up?

Are you dating someone?

- Like, it's fine if you are.
- I know it's fine.

- How long?
- Two months.

Why does it matter?
Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

So we're fine, then.Totally.

Except you
usually tell me.

Which suggests there's
a reason you aren't now.

Or it suggests you need me
to tell you everything

in order to trust me.

Look, if I see my son
acting differently,

I have a right to know
what's happening in his life.

This is all because
of that English assignment.

No, it's because
you're keeping secrets.

It was one bad grade.

Look, I can't be
there for you

if I don't know
where "there" is.

I don't need you
to be there for me.

- I'm sorry. I...
- Maybe you don't.

But I'm still the parent,
and you're still the kid.

I'll save some food for you.

Whistler came through.

FBI sent over profiles,
dossiers, rap sheets.

It's a good thing, too,

'cause we tracked
the purchase of the Supra.

Guy who lost it's been
off-island.

Couldn't have killed Cobb.

All right, who else do we have?

I narrowed it down to
six potential suspects.

We are looking
at things like motive,

opportunity, history.

Yeah, David Kang spent time in
Ha law a for aggravated assault,

Andrew Ray for armed robbery
and grand theft.

Tell me about him.

Solomon "Sol" de la Cruz.

Did three years for
second-degree assault.

Which he pleaded down from
attempted second-degree murder.

Yeah, as well as

auto theft and violating
Hawai'i statute 286-43:

altering the identification
mark of a vehicle.

FBI's building
a drug case against him,

but the man has all the
experience to work a chop shop.

Maybe even run it.

Does he have
a connection to Cobb?

Other than they both
like cars, no.

Do any of the other guys?

They all have the
capacity to pull the trigger,

but finding the motive's
been the tricky part.

Ooh, found it.

Sol's connection to Cobb.

That's Lani Jones.

Cobb's girlfriend.

We dated years ago.

We were practically kids.

Well, old enough for him
to get a tattoo of you.

He surprised me with it.

Heck of a surprise.

Um, you do stupid things
when you're young and in love.

You do.

So, what changed?

He did.

Started getting
into shady stuff.

I couldn't be a part of it.

And how'd he feel when
you started dating other guys?

You think he killed Travis?

I'm just asking
if there's reason to believe

that Sol would.

Yes.

But I told him to stay away.

Apparently, he didn't listen.

So, do you have any idea
where Sol might be?

What time is it?

There he is.

There's a lot
of bystanders.

- Let's try to do this quietly, then.
- Okay.

Maybe he'll give up easy.

Don't jinx it.

Federal agents.

Hands where I can see them.
We need you to come with us.

You had to jinx it!

Ah!

You picked the wrong car, brah.

Hey, Sol.

Didn't want to tackle him?

And risk hitting
one of these cars?

No.

It's pretty bold to be
hanging out at an auto show

after we just raided
your chop shop.

I like cars.
And it's not my chop shop.

Yeah? Well, you're there a lot

and, uh, you know,
your prints are all over it.

I like cars.

Were you there three nights ago?

I know this game.

I didn't do
whatever you think I did.

Look, with your history

and the heat that
you're facing now,

I would say cooperating
is your best option.

I work at an auto repair shop.

That's all you know.

Everything else
has reasonable doubt.

You know who
doesn't use terms

like "reasonable doubt"?

Innocent people.

Got to know about crime
when you're a criminal.

So, you admit to being
a criminal?

Got that stamped on me
a long time ago.

Kind of like that?

Yeah.

We talked to your
ex-girlfriend.

Hell of a driver.

Oh, yeah.

We also heard
you're the jealous type.

Was it hard

seeing her with other guys?

And especially after
this last one, right?

Just a clean-cut
marine in his day job

and a hell of a racer
in his off-hours.

And even though he was
an outsider, he just seemed...

just seemed perfect for her.

Unlike you.

You think I killed this guy
'cause he hurt my feelings?

Our medical examiner
found trace evidence

of a unique chemical in
Travis Cobb's airways.

At first, she wasn't
sure what it was,

but after a visit to
where he was murdered,

it all made sense.

Isocyanate.

Found in high-performance car paint,

in Travis Cobb's lungs,

and in the paint booth
where you murdered him.

Hey.
Get a medic.

Medic!

Hey.

Get a medic!

Hypersensitivity pneumonitis.

Sol is deathly allergic
to car paint.

Okay, well, that makes shooting
Cobb in a paint booth difficult.

Well, impossible,
actually.

MCRT did another sweep.

Sol's prints are literally
everywhere but the booth.

All right, maybe we're thinking
about this all wrong.

Maybe Cobb wasn't there
even about his car

or to confront somebody.

You think he was
meeting someone?

Or someone brought him in.

What's a guy like Cobb
doing at a chop shop, though?

I don't know... he was getting
out of the Marine Corps

to settle into
the racing world, you know?

He had skills from working
in a motor pool.

I mean, he'd be useful
at a place like that.

Someone was trying
to read him in.

Guys, I broke through!

The LLC that owns the repair
shop is owned by another LLC,

which is owned by another LLC.

Well, uh, you get the point?

For a bunch of gear heads,
they're good.

But even Michael Schumacher
made mistakes.

Like when he was disqualified

for turning in
on Villeneuve on lap 48

- of the 1997 Final Grand Prix.
- Ernie.

Sorry. Research led me down
very specific rabbit holes.

And irrelevant
though they may seem,

it made me realize...

look for the mistakes.

A few years ago,
someone failed to file

proper documentation.

And when the IRS
audit showed up,

so did the owner,
Myron Chan.

Not a lot on him as of late.

Sort of been M.I.A.

Okay, well, did he have
any connections to Cobb?

I'm still looking,
but I can link him to both

the auto shop and the junkyard
where Cobb was dumped.

So, when you say M.I.A...

Please.
I'll text you his address.

There's no way
this guy killed Cobb.

He may know who did it.
He owns the place.

Mr. Chan.

I'm Special Agent Lucy Tara

from NCIS.

I have some questions for you.

You're the registered owner
of Surfrider Auto Repair.

We know it's a front
for a chop shop.

A marine was killed
in your facility.

Mr. Chan, if you're here,
who's running the operation?

Hey.

Someone's been visiting.

Lani Jones.

What else
do we have on Lani Jones?

All right,
though her family

is racing royalty,
it turns out they got

into serious financial trouble
about a decade ago.

They had taken out massive loans
to build a racetrack.

Except that's when all racing
on the island became illegal.

So they turned
to a life of crime.

Cue "Uncle" Myron.

He had the infrastructure
and a cancer diagnosis.

It makes sense he let
the chop shop operate there

in exchange for
early retirement.

Lani's dad was running it
before he passed,

and now she's in charge.

And it turns out

our devastated girlfriend
is quite ruthless.

I dug into her past.

She has a history
of violent behavior.

Cobb was ready to give up
everything for her,

and she killed him? Why?

Maybe he changed his mind?

There's only one person
who knows the answer.

Jesse, take the front.

Kai, take the opposite side.
Lucy, you're with me.

Lani's been
cooperating so far.

You think
she's gonna resist?

The second she realizes
she's a suspect.

Lani's fleeing!

Jump!

This is Special Agent
in Charge Tennant

requesting air support
for suspect fleeing

eastbound toward Farrington
Highway in a red Nissan 350Z.

I got to sign you guys up
for my dodge ball team.

Y'all go after her.

I'll stay back
and clear the house with Kai.

Where's Kai?

Ernie,

tell me you have eyes on Lani.

Working on it.

HPD helo is arriving
on station...

now.

Is Kai okay?

He's better than okay.
He's gaining on her.

Ernie, how far back are we?

You wouldn't happen to have
nitrous on that thing, would you?

All right, how
much road do we have left?

HPD's setting a roadblock
about a half a mile ahead.

All right. Go, go, go, go.

That curve's our chance.

You trust me?

What are you doing?

Loosening my grip.

It's the end of the road.

Lani's in the process

of making a full confession
to Cobb's murder.

And turning state's evidence
about the chop shop's dealings.

It's probably the only hope
she ever has

of seeing the outside
of a prison again.

Should help the FBI
close up a few cases, too.

Aren't you glad
you trusted me not to crash?

It was like I was
watching Bullitt.

No, Fury Road.

Or Fast and the Furious?

Kai cutting through traffic
like butter.

And that PIT maneuver.
Oh! It was a thing of beauty.

Okay, it was, but it was

way more intense
in the passenger seat.

Well, that's just because
you weren't in control.

Me, on the other hand,
total control.

Aw, all this because she almost
ran over your friends.

I don't have friends.

I got 'oh an a.

Bro!

I watched it last night.
It's good.

- No way.
- Aw.

Tell me a time and a place,

and I'll watch the rest
of them with you.Um...

How many are there?

- There's many.
- Mm-hmm.

So, so many.

Yeah? And they're awesome.

It's a lot of them.

- It's like a trilogy, right?
- Way better.

So, just a form, huh?

Yeah, looks like I'll still be

dropping in as
NCIS's FBI liaison.

I can't believe
we were so worried about it.

I went to some
pretty dark places.

Uh, there is something
else, though.

My-my boss kind of
assumes you're a guy.

Oh.

I mean, Lucy's not really
a masculine name.

No, it-it's my fault.

I mean, he said, "Looking
forward to meeting him,"

and I should've
just said "her."

Hey, hey. It's fine.
It's fine.

No, it's not,
it's not fine, Lucy.

I...

I haven't done this before.

Have you ever introduced
a girlfriend to your coworkers?

You make it look so easy.

- You know, we don't have to do this today.
- No, no.

I-I want to. I just...

It's a lot for me.

Well, you won't be alone.

I'll be right here with ya.

Always.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Okay.

♪ Keep your eyes on me ♪

♪ I said,
"You're holding back..." ♪

Okay.

Special Agent Whistler.

Uh, this is my...

my girlfriend, Lucy Tara.

Oh.

I...

I believe
we've met before.

You're the scrappy
one from NCIS.

Ooh, you know it!

Sorry, uh...

I like your apron.

Welcome to the FBI family.

Can I get you guys
something to drink?

Yes, please.
That would be great.

All right, I got
some homemade sangria here.

- ♪ We took the floor and she said ♪
- Ooh. There you go.

♪ Don't you dare look back ♪

♪ Keep your eyes on me ♪

♪ I said, "You're holding back ♪

♪ Shut up and dance with me" ♪

♪ This woman ♪

♪ Is my destiny ♪

♪ I said, "Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Shut up and dance with me." ♪

Hey, I got your call.

Could've just called back.

Well, you know I'm
terrible on the phone.

That's right.

You were more of
a pager guy.

- Want a drink?
- Yes.

So, Alex has
a girlfriend.

Yes.

Not sure it was worth
the trouble of finding out.

Well, at least it's all
out in the open now.

I just...

I needed to know
what was going on with him.

When, uh, Alex was
five years old,

he came into the living room...
You were running late from work.

Uh, something was
going on with him,

and he asked me, um...

"How much longer
until Mommy gets home?"

And I said, "Uh, an hour or so.
But maybe I can help you out."

And you know what he told me?

"It's okay.

I'll wait till Mommy gets home.
She'll fix it."

Then you got home,
and you fixed it.

He was sad that day

because the kids didn't like
his show-and-tell about beetles.

And he grew up.

Was kind of hoping
you could fix that, too.

You know, I think about
all the decisions

he's gonna have to make
this year.

What's gonna happen...

It's not just
his life, Janey.

It's ours, too.

Every day,
I struggle

to stop myself from trying
to keep him on the track

I think is right for him.

Maybe we just need
to loosen our grip a bit.

Trust Alex not to crash.

Fair enough.

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