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Previously...

The Raven and his followers

went to great lengths
to poison half the city.

And now, it appears
he blames you

for stopping the attack.

Hawai'i's in the building.

Ah, here's another Parker
convict who's filing an appeal.

Herman Maxwell.

Maxwell is the Raven.

Where is Maxwell's plane?

Kalaeloa Ground,

Alpha 945
declaring an emergency.

Need medical assistance.

Alpha 945.

Hold your position. Acknowledge.

Kalaeloa Ground, Alpha 945

requesting taxi to hangar.

Alpha 945. Hold your position.

Emergency vehicles
en route to you.

Gonna need your license
and registration.

- Really?
- No, sir.

We do need you to open the
main cabin door and let us in.

You don't want me to do that.

Three clear.

The air is clean.

You sure?

Yeah, check for yourself.
Plus, the pilot

seems unaffected.
Okay.

But for safety,
you take your mask off first.

Just kidding, bud.

Passengers got dosed
with something.

Probably these.

Poisoned drink,
just like back in D.C.

I mean, it fits Maxwell's MO.

Yeah, you know what
else fits his MO?

He's not here.

Hey, can I come out yet?

Hey, get the pilot out of here.

Check his vitals,

and then bring him back to Pearl
for questioning.

Yes, sir.

This guy tricks us into
believing he's coming to Oahu,

while he could be anywhere
in the world right now.

Aloha, NCIS.

Sorry I couldn't be there
for the welcoming committee.

My schedule's
kind of packed today.

But I'm sure I'll see you soon.

♪ ♪

Morning, sleepyhead.

What is all this?

Breakfast in bed.

Duh.
Yeah, I can

see that. There's just...

there's so...

much of it.
Mm-hmm.

Well, you're always doing
nice things for me.

Making meals, running errands,

giving me financial advice.
Well, there was

no way I was gonna let you pay
for that extended warranty.

I just wanted
to show my appreciation.

You know this is way more than
either one of us can eat, right?

You know that I am from Texas.

Okay. No. That can't be
your response to everything.

Did I go too far?

Way too far.

And I love it.

Domestic Lucy is hot.

Yours or mine?

I think both of ours.

Uh...

Herman Maxwell's plane
just landed at Kalaeloa.

The Raven is here?

Means all hands on deck.

Okay, I'll get dressed.

And I will get the
biscuits out of the oven.

Wow.

You made it.

Barely. 12 hours
in a C-130.

Grateful for the Navy,
but you'd think they'd offer

some kind of snack.
I'm starving.

Homemade biscuit?
Ooh.

Where's Knight?

Assisting Jesse and Kai.

Look, what do we know
about the plane?

Dead passengers
flew under aliases.

All members of The Unkindness.

That really what they
call themselves?

It's a Poe reference.
Maxwell stays on theme.

Trust us. It tracks.

- What did the pilot say?
- Not much.

He was hired last-minute
to fly here,

and he submitted the manifest
with Maxwell's name on it.

Didn't think anything
out of the ordinary.

Until passengers died violently
halfway over the Pacific Ocean.

Yeah, uh-huh, until that.

Look, Maxwell keeps playing us.

He wants us to know
exactly where he is.

He recorded the video

an hour before the plane landed,

in the heart of Waikiki.

Okay, well,
that's where we go now.

What gives?

He's not gonna be there, Nick.

So what do we do? Just
stay here and suck our thumbs?

No. We're gonna try
to figure out his next move.

'Cause that worked
so well last time.

We have to act fast.
We got to flood the streets.

We got to find him.

We have to act smart.

We have to review the evidence,

and we have to come up
with a plan.

He wants us to know he's here.

He's expecting us to go hard.

Okay. So what, then?

Maxwell managed
to escape prison,

evade both NCIS

and the FBI,
all to get him to Hawai'i.

He's got to have a reason.

RIMPAC.

Rim of the Pacific Exercise.

World's premiere maritime
joint exercise. 26 nations.

Creates a unique
training opportunity,

promotes maritime security.

Prime target for a terrorist
like Maxwell

who's tried to attack
the military in the past.

Lots of media attention.
Big bang for his buck.

Lucy, you and Ernie
fill in the rest of the team

on Maxwell's followers.
We might not be able

to track his movements, but...

We'll have better luck

with the Uncaring.

The Unkindness.
Whatever they're called.

Hey, Tennant, you have a sec?

Talk fast.

Look, I appreciate your
position on this. Thanks.

Uh, you're the boss,
and this is your turf.

Agreed.

And I certainly don't want
our relationship

to get in the...
Because there isn't one.

Because there isn't one.

Although I'd argue
that we are friends.

Are you getting close
to a point?

It was my team leader
that Maxwell targeted.

It was my people
that he tried to kill.

You got skin in the game.
I get it.

I won't make a play
without you knowing it.

Except this one.

That's fair.
Good talk.

Commander Chase, how you doing?

Well, better than
these poor souls.

Sucking down a bottle full
of poison is a nasty way to go.

I would say it's maybe
the 17th worst way to go.

Special Agent Jesse Boone,

meet ME Dr. Jimmy Palmer.

Jimmy Palmer.
Name sounds familiar.

Yeah, I'm one of the folks
that inhaled

The Raven's biotoxin here at HQ.

No, that's not ringing a bell.

Maybe you heard about the time

where I helped jury-rig
a body to explode?

Nope, but that sounds dope.

Oh, you're the guy
who Ernie thought might be...

No, it was the first thing
you said, about the, uh, poison.

Kind of feels like you were
gonna say something else.

No, definitely
it was the poison.

Okay, gentlemen.
Three victims.

Mysterious toxin.
Madman fugitive on the loose.

Right. As I was just
saying to Dr. Chase,

we don't know much
about the biotoxin

that Maxwell dosed us with,

but it's definitely different

than the nerve agent
you're dealing with.

And I suggested it could be VX,

since we know it responds
to atropine.

And that's when I said

that VX evaporates too slowly.

It doesn't create the kind of

vapor that you would've been
dealing with on that plane,

and then I made this
little vapor pun.

It was funny.
Guys.

I don't need the blow-by-blow.
Maybe bottom-line it?

We're dealing with so man.

Maybe a little blow-by-blow.

Uh, so man was developed

by Germany as a pesticide
during World War II.

Similar to organophosphates,
but much more potent.

And it's highly volatile.

Even a fraction of an ounce
on your skin

can be fatal.

So, all you'd need
is about a pint

to cause mass casualties.

How hard is it to come by?

Uh, well, for you and me,
impossible,

but for someone as versed in
the dark web as your suspect...

We got to find this guy,

make sure he doesn't use it.

Oh, yeah.

That is amazing.

Am I right?

32 points of individual
ergonomic adjustment.

It's like I never really
knew how to sit before.

I engineered it myself.

Uh, but I could make one for you

and... any new friends
you might have.

I'm happy for you.
You deserve bliss.

Well, thank you very much,

but maybe now is not the time
or place to talk about this.

I second that thought,

and I'm, uh,
I'm wondering if we could

just pivot back to tracing

the IP address
of Maxwell's video.

I already did.

The video was filmed
on a burner phone,

but it was bounced back
to an originating server

in Pennington Gap, Virginia.

What's in Pennington Gap?

Oh, some decent hiking,

a few antique stores...

And USP Garrison.

Federal prison where Maxwell
was serving his sentence.

This guy's good.

I mean, unhinged, maniacal
and ruthless, but good.

He put together
this entire scheme

from inside
a maximum security prison.

It would've taken
years of planning,

a chess master's understanding

of strategy and...

An inside man.

Someone who would give him

access to the Internet

and room to operate.

And who spent
just as much time inside

as Maxwell himself.

Meet Lieutenant Gary Shay.

And he's had a sudden influx

of expendable income.

This is everything
from Herman Maxwell's cell.

Not much in there, hmm?

Sandals,

soap...

ramen...

books.
Why does a psychiatrist

need to inventory an escaped
prisoner's personal effects?

Just finishing up my profile.
Insurance reasons.

Oh, careful.
That's a first edition.

Sorry.

Searching for
hidden cell phones.

That important for your profile?

Yeah, I barely
got to know Maxwell.

He's a hard nut to crack.
I mean,

how does a guy like that...

Scrawny, annoying...

Manage to attract a following?

I don't get to know the inmates.

You knew he had a first edition.

Not a crime.

And you can't be blamed if
he told you about his beliefs...

Conspiracy theories,
government cabals...

No matter how batty they are.

You done?
Supposed to be my day off.

I'd like to go home now.
But what you

can be blamed for
is buying his BS

and enabling his operation
from inside

this very prison.

Not a psychiatrist, are you?

Nope.

You're a Fed.

Well, technically,
a suspended Fed.

I was accused of killing
my former partner,

but that's a long story.

Okay, so what is this?
Distraction.

You come in here
on your day off,

and my colleagues execute
a warrant to search your house.

Which they've completed,
and, uh,

ooh...

Doesn't look good for you.

What are you doing with five

high-powered servers
in your basement?

I got nothing to say.

Yeah, well, we both know
that's not true.

You got plenty to say,

and I'm an excellent listener.

So you might as well
have a seat.

Don't worry, you're gonna
get to know the inmates,

believe me.

Herman Maxwell wormed his way
into Lieutenant Shay's head.

He convinced him
that he was the key

to freeing the common man from
the shackles of big government.

Used him to gain access
to the Internet.

Communicate instructions
to his followers.

Plan his attacks.

Including framing me.

So, Shay was basically
his right-hand man.

I mean, he must know
where Maxwell is now.

He's a glorified errand boy.
No actionable intel.

But we do have the servers
from Shay's basement.

We have something else, too.

Element of surprise.

Maxwell has no idea
we found the servers.

Probably contain
messages, transactions.

Potentially every move
he's made or will make.

Kasie has the servers now.
Analyzing them with Ernie.

Okay, it might help us track him
down. Take him off the board.

Parker, you have a standing
invitation to cuff him yourself.

I'd like nothing more, but...

I'm gonna stick close to Vivian.

How's she doing?

She's out of surgery. Bullet
didn't hit anything vital.

She'll pull through.

Good to hear.

Listen, Tennant,

when you bring Maxwell in,

you give him my regards.

"All that we see or seem

is but a dream
within a dream."

That's beautiful.

Ernie Malik?

Edgar Allan Poe, actually.

It was inscribed
in the first edition

from Maxwell's prison cell.

Someone quoted Poe
in a Poe book?

Tacky, right? Who does that?

"W.S.," apparently.

Whoever that is cared enough

to give Maxwell
this first edition.

Though not quite enough
to write an original quote.

Fascinating.

Fascinating in an
"it helps us breach

these encrypted servers"
kind of way?

More in a "might give us insight"

into Maxwell's past"
kind of way.

Well, I would love
to mull the mystery

of the tacky inscription
with you for hours,

but again, encrypted servers.

An actual clue to finding
Maxwell in the present.

What level encryption
are we dealing with?

AES 256. Unhackable.

Yeah, for everybody else,
but not you guys, right?

Unhackable means unhackable,

not sometimes hackable
because we're neat.

But then you just use
a backdoor or brute force.

There is no backdoor to AES,
and it's virtually impenetrable

to brute force.
Got it.

Virtually impenetrable means

a little bit penetrable, right?

It doesn't matter. This isn't
AES. It's a Rook block cipher.

Basically the same thing.
Unhackable.

Unless, of course,
you saved the life

of the man who invented it while

thwarting a menacing
hacker attack on the island,

and he gave you
the key as a thank you.

And voilà.

We're in.

Wow. I got to hand it to you,
that was awesome.

Incredible, Ernie.

I bet your boyfriend
can't do that.

Firstly, not my boyfriend.

Secondly, not a competition.

Course not. I was
just saying, if it was,

I-I-I totally win this round.

Got something.
Actually, four somethings.

Cell phones currently sending
messages back and forth,

and they're all on Oahu.

Got four pings from the phones.
Probably Unkindness members.

And definitely heading
towards Ford Island.

It's the heart of Pearl Harbor.

Navy's holding public tours
for RIMPAC today.

It's a prime
target for an attack.

We should be there.

No, I got 50 NCIS and FBI agents
on the scene.

I have another 150
Base Security on call.

Okay, let me rephrase this...
I should be there.

You'll get your shot.

Guys, we do not make
a move until we have

eyes on Maxwell. Strict recon,
short of an imminent threat.

Understood, boss.

I feel like I stick out
like a sore thumb.

You may be a tad overdressed
for crowd recon.

Really?

It's a terrific pantsuit.

You're definitely the most
stylish undercover agent here.

You were standing right there
when I got dressed today.

Mm-hmm, and you were so excited

to match your belt
to your boots.

All four pings are converging
on the Missouri.

We have nothing.
There's too many tourists.

Okay, according to GPS,

they're on the stair landing.

Jesse, go.
Kai.

Federal agents.

Nobody move.

Any of these guys look
like terrorists to y'all?

Nah. No, not in the least.

Search them anyway,

but I'm guessing
we just got played.

They were all members of the

East Lansing Senior
Singles Travel Club.

Someone threw
The Unkindness cell phones

into their fanny packs.
Unbelievable.

Or totally believable.
I should've seen it coming.

How would you have
seen that one coming?

Because I literally wrote
the book on Herman Maxwell.

It was a dossier,
from years ago.

But I know how he thinks.
Or I thought I did.

Okay, so throw it out.

Start from scratch.
There's no time.

Time is a construct.

Now you're just
quoting me to me.

Okay, you need to buck up.

You're the best cyber guy
that we've got.

Cyber specialist,
but point taken.

And the only one who can
figure out Maxwell.

You know, with all these
compliments... Ernie!

Okay, he had to be coordinating
this, maybe a fifth cell phone.

Signal in and out.

Someone turning it on
for a moment, then back off.

But if it exists,

I think I could
power it up remotely.

Is that the phone?

Yeah.
Fifth cell phone

just came on line,

and it's currently
inside the Marquess hotel.

Okay, I am gonna go tell
Tennant and Torres.

See?

The best.

Thank you.
Well, this looks delightful.

Herman Maxwell.

Federal agents.
Let me see your hands.

Might as well mix
a couple more of these.

Need to see those hands.

Ah.

He's holding something.

Drop it now.

You really don't want me
to do that.

All right, let's remain calm...

...and no one
gets hurt.

Okay, Mr. Maxwell?

Well, I'm not the one

whose bloodstream's coursing
with adrenaline,

Special Agent...

Tennant.

Or pointing a gun.

We'll put our weapons down

if you put
whatever that is down.

I'm sorry,
Special Agent Torres...

Oh, my God, yes,
I know who you are.

I know all of Parker's friends,

but if I let go of this
button, it goes boom.

She should stop
walking this way.

We don't want me to get fidgety.

Good point.

I've stopped.

And maybe this has
gotten off to a far more

adversarial start
than it needs to.

So why don't we just
order some food,

have a chat?

Oh, I'm not hungry. Uh, you?

Look, why don't we let

all these tourists go,

so no one else
makes you fidgety?

Sure.

Knight should escort them out.

I'll do it.

No. "Let's eat.
Let's talk."

She oozes hostage negotiator.

You didn't volunteer

to escort the patrons out,
so you're the boss.

You did volunteer, so you know
the Parker connection

will exasperate me,

and you want to eliminate
that issue. Very smart,

all of you.

Get them out of here, Knight.

Tennant...
We'll be fine.

We'll see.

Excuse me.

I'm NCIS Special Agent Knight.

I need everyone to follow me out
immediately. Let's go.

Special Agent Knight,

you should know that
I'm holding a dead man's switch,

which is connected
to a device that will release

enough nerve agent to cause
significant casualties, so

if anyone else tries
to come in...

It goes boom. Got it.

Fast learner.

Now, you two, take out
your comms, put them on the bar.

Step back, please.

Now, I know you don't want

to give up your weapons, but
I don't want you to keep them,

so...

let's find our way out
of this conundrum.

Okay, let's go, guys.

My team is clear.
Nobody in or out of that bar.

Unless we need
to make an entrance.

I'd rather not,

since our friends are inside,

and it took me years
to break in Tennant as a boss.

Hey. I just spoke to Lucy.
She says EOD's on their way.

Already here.

Uh, where's Boom-Boom?

He's TDY. I'm Bam Bam.

Seriously? Or...

Does it look like I'm kidding?

It's hard to say. I...

I heard there was
a hostage situation

and an explosive device
that needs some disarming.

Would anyone
like to focus on that?

- Yeah.
- Device is not

in the bar,
as far as we can tell.

We're doing
a room-to-room search,

checking the hotel's
security cameras, but,

honestly, Maxwell
has a bigger problem

with the government than he does
the hospitality industry, so...

We're guessing
the bomb's off-site.

Did you get a look
at the detonator?

Briefly. No wires
from what I could see.

So, if the device
is outside of the hotel,

the detonator's talking to it.

Yeah, which means we might be
able to triangulate the signal.

Look, with RIMPAC going on,

there's a lot of possible
targets. How about we

find the device, disable it
before he loses interest

in our friends
and decides it's game over?

"Though subject

"has a limited
social media presence,

"the posts that exist
focus almost exclusively

"on government attempts
to control

the thought and actions
of its citizens."

That pablum

could describe any member of any
anti-government group anywhere.

Where's the insight,
the analysis?

I was an idiot when I wrote it.

No, here. I found
some insight. "S..."

Let me guess,

"While we find no overt threats

"to specific targets,

"we cannot rule out
those threats

being made in other ways."

Did you memorize
Maxwell's dossier?

Only the parts I hated.

Okay, uh, that's a lot of

not helpful self-loathing.

Technology's better now,

so let's figure out
how we can use it to

learn more about him.

Great idea.

Okay, so what do we do?

I'm gonna start... thinking.

You two should start talking.

- About what?
- Doesn't matter.

It's all white noise.
Uh, the weather,

sports, your relationship.
Really?

I vote not sports.

- Just talk.
- Uh...

Well, there's-there's us.

Obviously, we

moved pretty fast through the

"will they, or won't they,

yes, then no, then no..."

"...then yes."

Good.
But...

uh, since giving
our relationship a try,

we managed to put
all that behind us.

Uh-huh.

But there were still some things

we didn't know about each other.

For instance, Kate is the
only person in the world

who doesn't like pineapples.

Mm. And she loves
to make her bed

as soon as she leaves it.

And Lucy is really ticklish
behind her right knee,

and she would

eat pizza every day,
if she could.

Uh-uh.

But I-I guess
what you're really asking

is if it's working.

And I would say...

Definitely.
Yes.

Thank you.

What? What?
You calmed my brain

with your happy talk,

maybe even made me
a better person.

Really?
No.

But I did figure out
what motivates Maxwell.

Turns out it's...

nothing.

So, I ran his posts

through a plagiarism filter.

New technology. Thank
you, Lucy. Mm-hmm.

Turns out, it's
a cut-and-paste masterpiece

from an obscure paper
written almost 20 years ago

by a professor
who specializes in

crowd psychology.

- How to control groups of people?
- Yeah.

Professor's name
is Woodrow Staggs.

W.S.

Like the inscription in the
Poe book from Maxwell's cell.

Where is he?

According to travel
records, here on the island.

Why?
I have no idea.

Ticklish, huh?

Sorry.

Okay.

We're unarmed.

No comms.

Just the three of us.

Now what?

We wait.
Look, I don't know you.

Torres didn't work the case
that got you arrested.

So, while it seems
like you were waiting

for someone,
it doesn't seem to be us.

Well, I'd love to see
Agent Parker, but

with him on the verge
of losing his job and

going to prison...

He's not going anywhere.

What about "dead man's switch"
do you not understand?

The glass that was

on the table
that you just palmed.

Oh. Yeah, this glass?

I wasn't gonna
throw it. I'm...

I'm just bored.

Talking to psychopaths just

make me thirsty.

Looking at
you, I'd say you're here

to be the muscle, but boredom

as a negative transference?

A subconscious attempt
to lead me to the idea that

this isn't worthwhile.

Well played.

Did it work?

No, not at all, but if we're

gonna be waiting together,

I'm glad to have interesting
people to talk to.

You want to give us a clue
about what we're waiting for?

Not particularly.

What's happening in the bar?

Lot of talking.

Maxwell seems calm.

Well, he has been in jail

for ten years.
Plenty of time to work on

centering exercises
for a moment like this.

What, you think he was
in jail meditating?

That's what I'd do.

I'd be writing letters
to my wife,

begging her to wait for me.

You think she wouldn't?

Nah.

She's solid.

I mean, I do have

this cousin in Scottsdale

who's always had eyes
for her, but...

Kai, tell me where you are.

- Look up.
- 00.

You'll see us.

I got you.

Uh, we found a signal booster.

Bam Bam's working on it, so...

If she can disable it, it could
shut down Maxwell's detonator.

All right, go tell the snipers
to get ready to take the shot.

Got it.

Hey. You.

My name is Kai.
Whatever.

Pass me another alligator clip.

How
close is she to disabling it?

I'm... kind of afraid to ask.

Come on, man.

Hey, Bam Bam.

Any idea how long
this is gonna take?

Not long, if you want me
to rush it

and possibly activate the bomb.
So, it depends.

No, that's-that's the opposite
of what we want.

Yup, and it would be
very, very bad

for my professional
reputation, so...

You know, you and Boom-Boom
have the same bomb-side manner.

Okay. Everything's
in place.

Jesse, we're good to go.

Copy that.

You want to say a little prayer?

If you think it'll help.

Okay, why didn't your,
uh... your...

your thingy activate?

The MD/MDIX auto switcher.

Bad guy built a failsafe
to protect his signal.

What does that mean?

Might mean nothing.

Might mean I've made things
much, much worse.

Okay, so what do you think?

Well, two minutes have
passed, and nothing

has exploded, so that's a plus.

But you still figure this thing
is talking to a bomb somewhere?

Probably.

Okay, so we keep triangulating,
from this to the bomb.

This would be so much easier
if we knew

what we were looking for.

I mean, it would be
easier if criminals

just handed themselves in, but

if they did,
we'd be out of jobs.

Speak for yourself.

I have a master's
in electrical engineering.

Nice.

We really appreciate you
coming in, Professor Staggs.

I must confess to being confused

why I needed to be dragged
to Pearl Harbor

from a beautiful view
and some really bad golf.

Did you write this?

Yes.

Yes, I did, 20 years ago.

Nobody really cared
about it then, so...

I'm not sure that that's true.

Uh, there's been plenty
of influencing, disrupting,

corrupting and usurping
of various groups

in the intervening years.
Not by me.

But you did get a grant

from the military to run
a PsyOps pilot program

training people
in your theories.

In how to influence people
to undermine

hostile organizations.
Yes,

and, like my paper,
it did not get much traction.

The program was cancelled
after a couple years.

I've been an academic
for the past 18.

Do you recognize him?

Herman Maxwell.

He looks vaguely familiar.

Maybe from the program?
Or your university?

Could he have been a super fan?

Don't see many of those
in the crowd psych biz.

Well, you gave him

this with an inscription.

All right, well, I...

I used to do a lot of that then.

Professor Staggs,
we have two agents

in the Marquess with Maxwell.

He's holding a detonator,

probably to a-a
nerve agent bomb.

He's already killed
multiple people, j...

Please try a little harder.

I'm sorry. Trust me, I...

I-I want to help. I...

He's just not ringing any bells.
I'm sorry.

You two, talk about
your relationship some more.

As relaxing as you find it,
Ernie, I'm not going to talk

about how much I love Lucy
in front of Professor Staggs.

That's really sweet.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay, Professor Staggs,

it seems like a big coincidence

that both you and Maxwell
are on the island right now.

Yes, well,
it is a big coincidence.

Believe me, I'm here
in sort of a family...

Done.

Can you lose the beard?

His name's not Maxwell.
It's Jason.

It's Jason Hearns. Yes.

He was in my PsyOps
pilot program,

and I had to let him go.

Why?

Clinically speaking?

He was crazy.

You know, typically at this
point in a hostage situation,

we are negotiating a deal.

Patience.
Something you learn

sitting in a cell
for years on end.

I wouldn't know.

No, you wouldn't
do well, Nick Torres.

All those years undercover,

then running around D.C.
with your gun waving.

You don't know who I am.

Sadly, I do.

You wear your personality
on your sleeve,

and it's not
particularly interesting.

Yeah, Torres,

you need to find a better hobby
than brooding.

I have a tragic back story,

what can you do?

Little cliché, isn't it, though?

Deep dark secrets,
wearing a mask

of pain to cover up...
What?

We all have them, don't we,

Jason?

Masks.

Wow. You know my name.

Took you long enough to use it.

You're wearing a mask.

We needed to know
what you're trying to project

in order to know what
you're trying to protect.

Phrasing. I like it.

Honestly, though,

you couldn't even begin
to understand.

And I thought you two
were being smart on your own.

You think finding
Professor Staggs

changes things here?

I have half the military on this

island waiting to see
if I kill the two of you.

I am still in control.

What are your people
doing, Tennant?

Hm?

Escalating this
when we need solutions.

We're just trying
to clean up the mess

that you brought
onto our shores.

Well, it's your brilliant
leadership that got us here.

Okay, you two, stand down.

Screw you, Torres.

Need time to disarm the bomb.

Oh, you'd like that.

I mean it. Back off.

The professor?
Too dangerous.

Not if you were the last man

alive.
Okay, you know what?

I'm done. I'm done
talking to him,

and I sure as hell
can't talk to you.

Move away from each other,
or I will shoot you both.

Looks like our little dialogue
here has broken down.

You are useless to me.

So, maybe I will just release
this button and end it now.

Maybe we can bring your friend,

the professor,

let him talk to you.

We could just start
from the beginning.

No. Go ahead.

Bring the professor.

Hey, we've been running
for, like, an hour.

What are we looking for?
Following a signal

that's communicating
with the booster

but having a hard time
landing on it.

What, you mean,
like, it's moving?

Maybe, in a car or on a bike.

Anybody seem to be circling?

No.

Hey, we're in the
right area, right?

Yes, it seems like it.

Okay.

Ernie,

check my location,
see if it matches

with any possible targets
connected to RIMPAC.

Yeah, the device
is here somewhere.

Maybe we can ID the target,
just help us find it.

You sure you're good
doing this? Hell no.

It's terrifying.

But I trained Hearns,
I want to help stop him, so...

What exactly did you
train him for?

I was creating
a virtual army online

who could attract fringe groups:

White supremacists, terrorists.

Identify them,

take them out,

but instead...

You created one.

He built a network of toadies
to help him.

He's gonna assume
he can manipulate you as well.

Well, I am an expert
in human behavior

with a great deal of experience

studying
alternate personalities.

Yeah, but he's a psychopath,

and he hasn't gotten
any more stable

in the years since
you last saw him.

Kai and Bam Bam have narrowed
down a location of the device.

They could probably
use some help.

Yeah, put me in, coach.

We need you to buy us some time.

I'll do my best.

None of the Navy physical assets
are anywhere near that park.

No presentations or tours.

Hold on. A bunch
of sailors from the

USS Essex are having
a spirit day

with foreign visiting sailors.

What, you mean, like,
sack races and balloon fights?

It says flag football,
but same idea.

Well, why would Hearns attack
a bunch of sailors

running slant routes?

Oh, see, you know sports.
Slant routes.

It was literally
the only football specific

I could think of. My brother
once scored a touchdown

in high school running a...

What do you see?

Petty Officer
Second Class Leo Staggs.

Professor Staggs said
he was here for family.

I-I think Leo's his son.

Ernie.
Jesse, you got to keep Staggs

from entering the bar.
What'd you say?

Don't let Staggs in.

Hello, Jason.

Professor Staggs.

This was all a setup.

We were supposed
to bring Staggs here.

Well done,
Special Agent Tennant.

Jason, this is
a no-win situation.

How can I help you see that?

Well, it was a no-win situation
the minute you cut me loose.

That was 20 years ago.

Professor, I think it's best

if you don't engage
in conversation with Mr. Hearns.

All due respect,
Special Agent Tennant, shut up.

This is my moment.

Hey, look, we get it.

You did all this so we'd
bring Staggs to you.

You're going through
your list of grievances.

You take down Parker,

you take down the mean
man who fired you.

You have something
you want to say?

I don't want to say anything.

Parker put me away.
No big deal. I ruined him.

But this man...

This man abandoned me.

Told me working with him
would give purpose to my life,

would make up for growing up
in a foster home surrounded by

misfits and idiots,

and then he threw me away.

I gave you skills. Skills
that you could've used to...

To what?
Run a clandestine PsyOps

operation at my grocery store?

Well, I was thinking
the tech industry, but...

I've built something
that you couldn't even imagine.

I have people literally willing

to kill for me.
You expect me to be impressed?

I expect you to be in awe.

Hey.
Hey.

What are we looking for?

Shave ice cart.

Those guys look way too built
to be vendors.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Look, killing Professor Staggs

isn't gonna undo
the harm done to you.

I don't want to kill
Professor Staggs.

I want him to know
that every person I hurt

is because of him.
I want him to watch.

Watch what?

Watch me kill his son.

Okay. What now, Bam Bam?

Clear the area.

This bomb is big enough

to cause some major damage.

This time, a prayer
would be useful.

No, please, don't do this.

Take me.
Leave my son alone.

Please.

Too late. Let's watch.

Um... I think I blinked.

Did something happen?
What did you do?

Torres!

Mm-mmm.

- Shoot me.
- No.

Promised Parker
that he could say hi.

The bomb?

Disabled.

Your son is safe, too.

God, I love rum. Is that wrong?

Well, do you love it
more or less

than punching bad guys
in the face?

Oh... tough call.

Come on, punching.

Especially since
you saved the day.

I'd argue it was a group effort.

You know, a lot of the credit
goes to Bam Bam. Where is she?

I invited her, but she just
kind of growled at me.

Hey, uh, listen,

you know I really didn't mean
all that stuff, right?

About how I got my job or
not wanting to sleep with me?

I feel like that's
a trick question.

Look, I'm sorry we gave you

another terrible trip
to Hawai'i.

Yeah, well,

guess I'll just
have to come back.

For some relaxation, right?

Not because the world
is being threatened.

Why not a little bit of both?

Sure.

Sure.

Sure.

Sure...

Right? Yeah.

Well, Raven
got his wings pinned,

chemical weapons disabled.

And Parker full of gratitude

because we saved his ass.
Well done.

♪ I speak in grey to match ♪

♪ The shade on ♪

♪ The inside of my brain ♪

♪ I decay ♪

♪ When my tongue touches... ♪

Today was a good day.
Mm-hmm.

And I'm only sorry

I missed out on all
your breakfast goodies.

I can have you a full tray
in less than 45 minutes.

You do not have to do that.

Who doesn't love
breakfast for dinner?

Or after-dinner snack?

Or... breakfast.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

So, in the morning?

Definitely.

♪ You look at me ♪

♪ Covered in the colors of you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Covered in the colors of you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Red, orange, yellow, green. ♪