All language subtitles for NCIS Hawaii - S03E02_track3_eng

Previously on NCIS: Hawai'i...

Sam Hanna,
what are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Are you staying
in Hawai'i long?
Depends.

On?
Tennant.

I'm mostly here
to make sure she's solid.

We're dealing
with an internal matter.

Anything to do
with the dead WITSEC witness

on Waikiki Beach?

The U.S. Marshals' information.

They don't have a leak.
They have a flood.

So you're saying our entire
database was breached?

What if it's not the intel
from the breach

that our suspects care about?

What would they care about?
Prisoner transfer.

Marshals are moving them
for security.

Listen, I need you
to get the pilot

to turn
the plane around now.

What the hell?

Crichton, are you there?

TENNANT
Crichton. Are you with me?

I'm here. I'm just...
a little shaken.

Second crash landing
in a year.

Yeah. Maybe flying's not for me.

Are you okay?

Hit my head when we crashed.
But I'm all right.

Give me the sitrep.

I got two injured marshals,
and we're gathering the convicts

in the rear for evacuation.

Flight crew's securing
the cockpit.

Was this just a crash or...

Probably not,
but we're on our way.

Coast Guard's pushing out in...

Five to ten.
Five to ten.

We good to go?

Locked and loaded.
Let's roll.

We're boarding now, Crichton.
Stay on the line.

What the hell was that?

What's happening?

You there?

Crichton?

Crichton!

Make any kind of sound
if you can.

They could be hunkered down.

It's been five minutes.

Pike, how long
until we make contact?

We're making our approach.
Moments away.

Any luck raising the cockpit?

We got nothing.

Plane's comms are still jammed.

Is that even possible?

As possible as taking
a perfectly good airplane

out of the sky for
no apparent reason.

You're going in blind.

We don't know
if the suspects are

still on the plane
or how many there are.

Yeah, but we do know

you've got 12 convicted felons
on the manifest.

Most of them
violent offenders.

This is
the United States Coast Guard.

We are boarding the plane.

Put your weapons down
and your hands in the air.

Crichton?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened?

They blew off the main
cabin door and breached.

They had smoke grenades
and automatic weapons.

How many casualties?

All of us.

M-Martinez is bad.

A couple rounds missed
his body armor.

And the other guys...
I don't know. Doc.

Hey, hey.

You can put
the shotgun down now. Okay?

Come on, come.

What else can you tell us
about the suspects?

Not much. I mean, there
were four, maybe five.

They knew exactly
what they were doing.

Could be military.
Why would you say that?

They were moving with precision,
laying down covering fire.

Small squad tactics.

Total focus
on their objective.

They wanted one
of the prisoners.

Any idea which one?

No. Th-The attackers were
laying down covering fire.

Th-The convicts
rushed the door.

There was, there was
too much smoke in here

to see what happened
when they got here.

I-I wish I had
more for you to... Hey.

You did good, okay?

Thank you.

All five marshals are wounded.
No fatalities.

What about the crew?

Pilot and copilot were

locked in the cockpit
the whole time.

And the convicts?

Gone.

Emergency protocol
following a crash landing.

The convicts were unshackled,

given life vests,
and prepared for evacuation.

And when the shooting started,
they evacuated themselves.

All except him.

Jaxon Kekoa,

currently serving 30 years for,

among other felonies,
hijacking an airplane.

Aloha.

Aloha, Mr. Kekoa.

You want to tell us
what happened here?

Where do I start?

Maybe the part where
the plane was taken down

and gunmen abducted
one of your friends.

I got no friends here.
Maybe not.

But you do have
a history of violence.

And you did try
to hijack a plane. Yeah.

In 1995.

Look where it got me.

Saying you had nothing
to do with this mess?

Considering I'm the only one
who stuck around,

I'd say that's obvious.

Why don't you just
tell us what you saw?

I don't think so.

What do you mean
you don't think so?

I don't endorse what happened,

but it's not my mess
to clean up.

Five marshals were
shot here.

Sounds like a you problem.

We can make it
a you problem.

Listen, take Mr. Kekoa
back to NCIS.

All right? Get the marshals
and flight crew to safety.

There were 12 convicts
on this plane,

and we only have
custody of one.

And we got to find
the other 11.

And the men who broke 'em out.

Before anyone else
gets hurt.

As of 1100 hours,

ten of the most dangerous
convicts housed

in the Hawai'i Federal
Penitentiary have escaped

their transport plane and are
likely somewhere on Oahu.

Almost all of the remaining
fugitives are violent offenders.

We're talking
armed robbery,

aggravated assault,
kidnapping, murder.

Those are just the highlights.

Eight men. Two women.

For now, our sole mission
is to find them

and bring them back into
custody as soon as possible.

We're splitting
into teams to focus

on individual targets
for apprehension.

Grab your assignment

from the marshals
and get to work.

But remember...

be careful.

Each of these convicts
is desperate.

Oh, hey.

Y'all, uh,
partnering up?

Yeah. Pike, Kai and I are going
after the, uh, Gant cousins.

Ooh.

Lydia, Gil and Hammond.

They're all serving life
for a series

of home invasions
across the country.

They call themselves
the Gang of Three.

They got a nickname?
Yeah.

But they're no match
for the Three Musketeers.

Nope.

Y'all got a nickname, too?

We do not.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, these suspects
seem pretty vicious.

Yeah. Ended up
in a gun battle with the FBI

when they were finally arrested.

Bad news.

Yeah, but they're easy
to find, too.

Sticking together in their
orange jumpsuits and all.

Kate, these guys are going
after violent cousins

who have a nickname.

That's cool.

Who'd we get?
Uh, Milton Blanc.

Milton Blanc.
Sounds intriguing.

Some kind of a serial killer?

No. An arsonist.

Mm. Part of a fringe
terrorist cell?

Part of the U.S. Postal Service.

Until he burned down
a mail distribution center.

Must have, uh,
put up quite a fight

when he was getting
arrested, though, right?

He turned himself in.

Nice.

Maybe you don't even have
to go into the field.

Yeah, he might just
turn up here.

Well...

This blows.
Get us another one.

I don't think
it works like that.
Come on.

We're the Dynamic Duo.
Thelma and Louise.

Two badass gals with guns.

This Milton guy's
beneath us.

Lucy. They're all
important fugitives.

Fine.
I will do it myself.

You get who you get
and you don't get upset.

Yep. Got it, boss.

We're all over Milton
the polite arsonist.

Please and thank you.

Sam, you missed our big meeting.

Oh, I got the gist.

You know, bad guys out there.

We need to bring 'em back here.
All right, I can

get one of the marshals
to hook you up with the team.

Get you a good assignment.

Actually, you and I have
our own assignment.

What do you mean?
Think it'd be better
coming from him.

Got some sort of thing
for my office?

Well, it's a little
crowded out there

with our brother
and sister agencies.

Plus, you can't beat the decor.

What do you think, Sam?

Oh, it's very soothing.

Okay, why do I feel
like this is a hit?

What we need
to speak about is sensitive.

I know why you're here.

You don't think
I'm fit for duty.

It's why you sent Sam
to babysit me.
Not true.

You didn't send him to watch me?
No, I did.

That's not why I'm here.

Alexi Volkoff.

He's one of our escapees.

Russian national arrested
for smuggling.

Officially, yes.

And unofficially?

Much worse.

Volkoff was
Russian military.

Worked in weapons development.

Now he works
for organized crime.

They call him the Khimik.

The Chemist. Not great
with nicknames, are they?

So, what kind of chemist?

The kind
that keeps you up at night.

Toxic warfare agents that
he sells to the highest bidder.

He's actually a war criminal.

Why was he in Hawai'i?

He was taken
into custody on Guam

transporting illegal substances.

Extradited for questioning
by DOD.

All right, so, you're saying

that the Russian mob breached
the Marshals Service,

took down a plane,

and then staged a paramilitary
attack, all for this guy?

He has a stockpile

of nasty stuff hidden
all over the world.

We need to know where.

Which is why you and Sam are
going to bring him back alive.

That part's
particularly important.

He's no good to us dead.

So, what have you got
to work with?

My people are on it.

And if we work
together in the field,

I can't have you acting
all worried, okay?

I'll handle myself.

Bullets start to fly,

I'll duck behind you. Copy.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ernie, you got to relax.

How can I relax when there's
computer guts everywhere?

You wanted real-time
forensic analysis of

the plane's flight
computer? Ta-da.

I didn't mean real real-time.

I meant, you know, like, "Call
me when you got something."

One hand can't clap.
It's just easier if we co-work.

Not for me.

Oh, come on. Really?

Really? Where you going?
Anywhere but here.

So, you know, like,
call me when you got something.

Yeah.

Not feeling the usual creative
energy I'm used to in here.

Yeah, Ernie's being
a little territorial

since he's having
a hard time

cracking the hack.

That's not an honest accounting

of the situation.

Well, the situation is,
we need to find

the person that breached
the Marshals Service

and brought that plane down.

You are the only one
that can do that.

I know I am.

I was just hoping I'd be

further along,
but I, you know...

Ernie?

What?

I got something.
For real?

You're not just trying to
buoy my spirits something?

Your hacker wormed his way into
the emergency override system,

activated the plane's
crash-landing protocol.

You can do that?
Well,
technically yes.

But no. It's impossible.

There are so
many layers of security.

Firewalls,
redundancy systems.

Even if you were
contemplating it,

you'd have to gain access
to the plane's hardware.

Okay. So how did he do it?

He gained access to
the plane's hardware.

Short-range micro receiver.

Okay, so that was in
the plane's computer?
No,

but it was in the cockpit,

hidden inside
the copilot's flight bag.

Look, he probably didn't
even know it was there.

Though you might
want to question him.

Okay, we will.

So, that little device

gave the hacker
access to the plane?

Yes, and
it's wonderful.

Not 'cause it caused
a plane crash,

that's terrifying,

but because, in order
for this to have worked...

...the hacker had
to be within

a 50-mile range.

He's on island.

Okay. Great.

Now find him.

Well done.

You need to tell us
what you know.

I can tell you he's never

gonna play
baseball again.

What did you see?

This isn't good.

How did Crichton get approved
to interrogate Kekoa?

Our friends in the Marshals
Service have skin in the game.

Thought it would offer
a personal touch.

Well, those marshals

are about to get
real personal with your witness.

You need to wipe that smile off
your face and start talking.

This needs to stop.

Open to suggestions.

You don't got a play.

All right? You belong to us,

and every second
that you remain silent,

your situation gets worse.

Then why are you
the one acting desperate?

All right, all right.

Time for
a shift change.

We're good, Tennant.

Yeah, I think
your blood sugar's low.

There's sandwiches
in the kitchen.

Nah, I'm good. I'm not hungry.

Yeah, go grab
one anyway.

Sure. Okay.

I could eat.

Well, we'll fix
you a plate.

Want to apologize
for our colleagues.

They're feeling emotional.

But not you, right?

You feel fine.

I'm feeling like
we can have

a reasonable conversation.

Okay, give it your best shot.

Why'd you stick around when
all the other convicts fled?

I've got less than
two years left.

I'll take three hots and a cot

for the next 547 days
over whatever's out there.

So, if you had
nothing to do

with this escape,
why not help us?

I've spent close to 30 years
in maximum security.

You're the folks
that put me there.

I'd say you put yourself there.

Either way,

I've made peace

with myself and the Lord.

I'm not
on their side.

And I'm not on yours.

You're Hawaiian.

From Waialua, right?

Born and raised.

And your family goes back
to the beginning, yeah?

Even though your
mom and dad passed,

you still have aunties who
live in your family home.

That's right. I do.

How would they feel
about hard-core criminals

from the mainland
invading Hawai'i?

Like it's not
the first time?

Yeah, but in this case,
you can stop them.

You won't
help the law.

Help Hawai'i.

Jaxon, don't do it for us.

Do it for your aunties.

Yeah, you guys are good.

What did you see, Jaxon?

Not much.

I kept my head down
when the shooting started.

But?

But when it stopped,

I saw them grab
the Chemist and...

might've got
a look out the window

at the gunmen's boat.

And the hull ID.

Nice job.

So, you want to
talk about it?

Not much to say.

We're about a mile from where
the boat's GPS was tracked.

REACT is meeting us,
and hopefully

the Chemist is still there.

That's not
what I meant.

You seem
a little tense.

Big day at the office.

If you don't want
to talk about it,

just let me know.

Think I just did.

Look, I'm over
the armchair analysis, okay?

The constant probing
about my well-being,

the endless check-ins. I'm good.

Mm.

I don't need a babysitter.

Oh, I'm not a babysitter.

Then what
are you?

Eh, a friend.

I don't need
that either.

I think you do.

Because you may be good, Jane,

but you're not okay.

What does that mean?

You didn't take any time off

these last couple of months.

You dropped your son
at Annapolis

and went on a one-woman tour

of Maggie Shaw's greatest hits.

Hometown,
brother's cabin in Vermont,

old safe house near the Ozarks.

You didn't go international.

'Cause I would've
been flagged.
Yeah, but...

...you're chasing a ghost.

It means you haven't moved on.

Does Swift know?

I don't see how it's
any of Swift's business.

Look, she got away
and it's on me.

Yeah, I get it.

You got unfinished business.

If I was you, I'd do the same.

But you got to own it

or you'll eat yourself alive.

All right,
looks like we're here.

Make sure the REACT
team knows that

we need
the Chemist alive.

Everyone needs a friend, Jane.

Chemist
isn't here.

Now the question is:

who killed his extraction team?

Marshals got four of
the escaped fugitives.

Found this last one
waiting at a bus stop.

Can you
believe our luck?

I mean, it is good.

Four of ten bad guys in custody.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, none of them
brought in by us.

We haven't even
left the bullpen.

There's no reason to leave
until we've mapped out

where we think
our arsonist might go.

This is R and D.

Mm, it is R and D,

which is fancy letters
for doing boring homework.

I guess.

If you think homework is boring.

What do you
think, Earnest?

I think you
can't read.

The sign on the door.

Oh, no, we saw it.

Just, I don't know,
figured it was a joke.

And which part is funny?

This is
the kitchen.

If you want privacy,

why aren't you
in your lair?

'Cause it is full of
forensic lackeys,

and Interrogation's
got fugitives,

and the War Room
has a funny smell.

Hmm.

What are you even doing?

Tracking
the hacker.

You still haven't found him?

Which is completely understandable

and not at all
a comment on your abilities.

Maybe you need
a palate cleanser.

Like coming up with
some sort of algorithm

to predict when
our arsonist might strike.

A, that's not
how algorithms work.

B, waste of my time.

C, you shouldn't be
looking for fires,

you should be looking for
the potential for fires.

Sadly, there are just too many
good places to set aflame,

so Kate created
a theory matrix,

which is really just
an Excel spreadsheet.

But you shouldn't
be looking

for opportunities,
you should be

looking for preparation.

It's not that easy to
start a fire.

You need tools. Fuel, for one.

That's it.

There was a report
on the theory matrix

about a gas truck that was
stolen from a parking lot.

I know. It was empty.

You can't start a fire
with an empty gas truck.

But you can bring it back
to the fuel depot.

Which has thousands of
gallons of gasoline.

Homework is fun.

Brilliant. You should probably

go there now, like immediately.

And-and put my sign back

as you close the
door behind you.

Okay?

What's the new guy doing?

Sam Hanna
is not new.

Been with OSP

in the L.A. field
office for years.

Okay, so what's
the not-so-new guy doing?

Oh, hard to say.
My guess

would be some sort of
standing meditation.

Perhaps the Wuji
stillness practice.

Clearly, sounds like
he's from L.A.

And these men--
where are they from?

BOOM-BOOM:
Oh, based off their

personal effects
and the equipment,

I'm guessing Russia.

Former military.
Tracks with the tattoos.

And since they were able

to breach our convict plane
and get away

with their target
in under six minutes,

I'd say
they were special forces.

So, whoever took them out
were equally skilled.

Rival gang maybe.

What does that look mean?
It means

they disagree with you.
BOOM-BOOM:
Yeah, it's just,

based off the wounds,
the shooting pattern,

scuff marks
on the cabin floor...

You're looking
at one perpetrator.
BOOM-BOOM: And he came

from inside the boat.
So, you're suggesting

the Chemist did this
to his own men?

No, it's impossible.

He's a scientist,
not a professional killer.

What does that look mean?

Guessing it means
they disagree with me now.

Okay, look, the killing on
this boat was brutal and fast,

but nothing about it speaks
to professional.

BOOM-BOOM:
Two of these men
were stabbed

multiple times,
and I'm pretty sure

the other two ended up
shooting each other,

trying
to take down the assailant.

First one died instantly.

But the last one--
he died slowly.

Someone tried to disembowel him.

Tried?

It was crude,

but effective.

This just doesn't sound
like our missing chemist.

So, there was a stowaway
who killed these men

and took our chemist.

Any idea where they went?

I'll find out.

You on a union break?

Studying the terrain.
What do you see?

Two sets of footprints.

One clean, one bloody.

Came from the boat.

Stopped right here.

So, they had a vehicle.

Yeah, but they didn't go
for the road.

Something that can go off-road.
If it was big enough

to stop here,
it could hold five.

I figured a UTV.

So, they're heading north then,
into the mountains.

Good place to get lost.

And a great place to catch
a helicopter off the island.

They got almost an hour on us.

Then we better get moving.

What part of "Keep out"
don't you understand?!

Hey... Swift.

You're the boss, and I shouldn't
be yelling at you.

Shouldn't yell at anyone, Ernie.

Yes. Of course. No.

Especially when
they're bringing you treasure.

The laptop
from the gunmen's escape boat.

Looks like they were
communicating directly

with your hacker.

Oh, amazing.

I'll dig in right away.

Oh. Um...

is there something else?

No. Just thought

I'd observe your work,
if that's okay.

Yes. Totally. So fun.

We're wasting our time.
I mean,

we can hit every shop, hotel
and restaurant in Waikiki,

but there's no way
our Gang of Three could be here

without being spotted.

Actually, there is one way.

Hotel security found these
in a family bathroom inside.

Our suspects Clark Kent-ed it.

Whoa. You mean, Superman-ed it.

Since they took
theirs jumpsuits off...

Oh, my God. That's right.
Though it could go the other way

because it's a transitioning...

Okay, well, let's just
assume that they're not

running around in red
and blue onesies.
No, they are

in yellow T-shirts
and board shorts.

Caught on CCTV
in the hotel lobby

about ten minutes ago.

Headed to
the conference center.

Why would they stay
in Waikiki

when they could literally
go anywhere on the island?

They don't want to be on
the island. They want off.

Hotels host day trips
for the cruise lines.

Passengers disembark, you know,
use the pool and the beach,

and then, at 5:00 p.m. sharp,
they're back on the ship.

Well, that gives us two hours
to find them then.

Can't be hard
if they're in yellow T-shirts

and board sh... Oh.

Dude.

Hello?

Hard man to get in touch with.

Who is this?

My name is Ernie,
and I was hoping

I can talk
about your cell phone provider.

My cell phone provider?

Just kidding.
I represent the Police State.

And I just want to say
from one cyberpunk to another:

my hat's off to you.

I'm hanging up.

Nice try, friend,

but I'm already
inside your system.

Got your phone number
from the dead Russian gunmen

who breached that plane
you took down.

No idea
what you're talking about.

Don't be so modest.

It was quite a feat.

Managed to pull it off
and stay basically untraceable.

Yeah, sure.

Which of course means
you're still a little traceable.

Took me a beat,
but you can't piggyback

onto a plane's
emergency controls

without using a great deal
of energy.

If you say so.

I tracked the power signals
of your servers,

which got me
a general location, but

you're smart.

Hunkering down
in an industrial area with tons

of satellite dishes and cell
phone towers to hide behind?

It's gonna take hours
to search the area, unless...

Unless you take the bait
and try to run.

Then you're easy to find.

Welcome, travelers.
Please grab some food,

settle in.
The presentation starts soon.

Uh... what exactly is this?

Kai, how sheltered are you?

This is the big pitch.

Pitch for what?

Timeshares.

Hey.

Table 12. We got one
of our fugitives.

Good catch.

I think I got number two.

Okay, one more, we got
the complete set.

There she is.

We take them
all down together

before they can take
any hostages.

Not sure Pike got the memo.

Hey, there.
Do you mind if I squeeze in? Oh.

I don't want to miss a minute
of this presentation.

I'm gonna tell you
what every visitor feels

the moment
they set foot on our island.

"This is paradise."

Oh, my God,
so true.

And what every visitor feels

as they embark on their ship--

"Why am I leaving paradise?"

What if I said you could leave
today with a sliver of paradise?

Uh, I'd say, I'd like
to hear some more. Am I right?

This short video will lay out
the 14 reasons

why Sliver of Paradise Timeshares

are tailor-made for you.

Hey, so, listen, I have actually
seen this a lot of times.

So, if you have any
questions, just ask.

I'm right here.

What does Pike think
he's doing?

Boring her into submission?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, basically.

According to the text
he just sent,

he keeps her distracted while
we get in close to her cousins,

and we take them down
at the same time.

Right?
Damn.

That's actually
a good plan. Yeah.

Don't tell him I said that.

The key is, you can't think
of a timeshare as a cost.

You have to think of it
as an investment.

Do you...?
Will you shut up?

Yeah. Sure.

Oh, there's just one
more thing, though.

You're under arrest.
What?!

Come on.

Ooh, God.

All right, all right, all right.
All right! God.

Federal agents!

Drop the knife!

Nowhere to run.
Take one more step,

I'll cut his throat.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lydia, you don't
want to do that.

Assaulting a federal agent comes

with some pretty stiff penalties.

I'm serving consecutive
life sentences.

Totally worth it.

Okay, well, you make
an excellent point,

but do you think we could
just talk about this?

No more talking!

Aha! Three Musketeers!

No, you're-you're...
you're bleeding pretty badly.

Let's get you checked out.

Not if you're gonna
leave me hanging, bro.

Yeah, come on, Jess.

Come on, Jess.
This was his plan.

Okay, okay.
Three Musketeers.

Three Musketeers!

Hell yeah!

Oh, it really does hurt, though.

This really hurts.

Milton Blanc,
federal agents.

You got to be kidding me.

Stay where you are.
And definitely

do not drop that lighter.

See? That was exciting.

Yeah, yeah.
We got our guy.

Walter Pimm.

Kicked out of every college
you enrolled in.

Never held a job longer
than three months in your life.

Quite a résumé.

I don't bow down
to the constraints of society.

No.

You're an outlaw.

Accessing loyalty accounts
at a grocery chain.

Hacking reservation databases
at the airline.

It's very Jesse James.

I know your type, Walter.

Just toiling away in the dark.

Waiting for someone
to appreciate your talent.

Well, congratulations.

You have the entire
federal government leaning in.

You're going
to be the most

famous domestic terrorist
in the world.

I'm not a terrorist.

Hmm.

You broke
into the Federal Marshal servers

and took down a passenger plane
on behalf of foreign nationals.

All in the service
of abducting Alexi Volkoff,

aka the Chemist,
who's a literal war criminal.

You'll get 30 to life,
if you're lucky.

Supermax. That's where all
the accomplished felons go.

Unless you work with us.

Tell us the plan,
who's behind it,

where they're taking
the Chemist.

And how they intend

to get him off the island.

You know, I just
don't get it, Milton.

You had a perfectly nice job
at the post office,

no criminal record.

Kind of crazy to blow it all up
just to start some random fire.

No.

There was nothing random
about my fire.

It was spectacular.

And it's narrow-minded
to suggest

that I'm crazy for clearing
the brush of society.

We think you're crazy
'cause you use terms like

"clearing the brush of society."

We live in a world
that's both too big

and too small
at the same time.

Too much supply and too
much demand leads to waste.

So...

burn it all down?

You sound like a Batman villain.

That's hurtful.

And just because you're
wearing badges doesn't mean

you understand the depravity
of the human mind.

Spend a few weeks in
Cellblock C, and you'd see.

I was nowhere near the
weirdest one on that plane.

We know, Milton.

Killers and armed robbers. No.

You don't know.

No one
in the prison system knows.

There's just one.

A sociopath

who scared
all the other sociopaths.

The Chemist, some kind
of warfare expert.

No, no, the Khimik isn't
who I'm talking about.

Okay.

Color me intrigued.

Do you smell... smoke?

Pull over now.
He started a fire.

How's that even possible?

I don't know.
Just pull over!

Come on.

Trade.
Yeah.

Painter's got to paint.

Forget about the fire, Milton.
It doesn't matter.

Well, it kind of matters.
How are we going to explain it?

Just tell us who the
craziest convict is.

His name's Henry West.

He's serving five years
for embezzlement,

but he's actually
a serial killer.

He's got 20 bodies on him,

and the Feds don't
even know about it.

You're kidding.

Got to be honest.

I'm actually kind of glad
you guys caught me.

It's not safe out here
with Henry running around.

Come on. We may have
just solved 20 murders.

Got to admit that's cool. Yeah.

Yeah, it's pretty cool.

According to our hacker,
this is where

the Chemist is supposed
to wait for the helicopter.

Since it's not coming,

it seems like this arrest
would be a walk in the park.

Something's off, right?

Yeah. Let's find out.

Alexi Volkoff,
federal agents!

We have you surrounded.
Come out with your hands up.

He looked
like he was scared.

But I don't think
it's us he's scared of.

Okay.

We breach.

Federal agents!

Hands where we can see 'em!

I think
you can see all of our hands.

So what's the plan here?

I was hoping
you had some ideas.

Are you joking? Help me!

I will tell you the plan.

You will get the hell
out of here,

and we will be on our way.

Yeah, I don't like that idea.

Sam?
Me, either.

If I put even one inch
of pressure on this string,

his head blows off
like a watermelon.

Please believe him.
He's a maniac.

I really am.

Okay.

Let's start easy.

Get your guys
out of here.

All of you need to leave.

It's not happening.

You have no idea who I am.

Henry West, right?

Serving three to five
for embezzlement.

I never knew white-collar
criminals to get so violent.

Except
this one's got a nasty hobby.

Pickleball?
Dismembering bodies.

At least 20
that my team learned.

Not cool, Henry.

Get out of here, or he's dead!

Just do what he says!

He's an escaped fugitive
just like you. What do we care?

'Cause he's valuable,

enough to have a rescue team
pull him out of that plane.

And a helicopter,
which will be here any minute.

Should you tell him?

This is your island.

Yeah, I know, but
you're a guest.

Tell me what?

There is no helicopter.

No rescue.

We shut that down.

It's just us.

You're screwed, Henry.

Okay.

New plan.

We all die.

You okay?

No, I am not okay.
I almost died.

But you didn't.

So, you're welcome?

And you? Okay?

Yeah.

It's good
to ease back into work.

Huh. Yeah.

Leaving so soon?

You should try to sound
a little less pleased.

But, yes, I'm escorting the
Chemist back to the mainland.

Taking Sam with you?

Actually, no.
He's sticking around.

He, uh...

He didn't tell you?
Nope.

And I got to ask

why either of you were here
in the first place.

As hard as it may be
to believe,

Special Agent in Charge Tennant,

you're valuable
to this organization.

And we want
to take care of you.

Is that why Sam's staying?

You'll have to ask him.

Just spoke
to the Marshals Service.

Crichton and his guys
are gonna be okay.

And the fugitives are
back in custody.

Except Henry West, of course.

And no collateral damage.

Also, except Henry West.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm collateral damage.

Four stitches.

I can't wear a necktie for,
like, a month.

My godson's cotillion's
coming up in a few days.

I have questions.

Maybe ask it at the bar.

First round's on me.

Though we will definitely
need a ride.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, you guys.

We got Wet Wednesdays
at my condo complex.

It's a potluck, it's free beer.

All you got to do
is bring a side.

Yeah. As weird as that sounds...

I think it sounds fun.

You do?

I'll bring two sides
and a dessert

if I get to see Jesse squirm.

Yeah. Okay, let's go.

Let's go. All right, cool.

So, I hope you like home brew,

because I have an imperial stout

that I have been cellaring
in a storage locker...

Imperial stout.
Oh, you know what?

I forgot... No.

Hey.
Ahoy!

I heard
you might be staying a while,

and I was gonna offer you
a spare room,

but... you got it covered.

Well, that's the perks
of living on a boat.

Your bed goes
wherever you want to be.

And you want to be in Hawai'i?

Who wouldn't?
It's beautiful.

And I can appreciate
the slower pace. Okay.

You thought today was slow?

It's all relative.

See?

♪ Your dirtbag ♪

♪ Your small cash,
your pocket change... ♪

Honestly, Sam,
why are you here?

♪ The kitty looking out
behind your door... ♪

Brass has me teaching
a, uh, seminar

on Unconventional Tactics
in Modern Law Enforcement.

I call it "Kick Ass
and Take Names 101."

Okay, for real?

Why? You don't
like the name?

Or are you worried I'm actually
here to keep tabs on you?

Are you?

♪ Your favorite game,
your secret shame... ♪

No. I'm not concerned
with your state of mind.

You're okay, even if
sometimes you're not.

There's the wise and cryptic
words I've grown to love.

Maybe you should just
stop chasing ghosts.

Let Maggie Shaw be.

Focus on the now.

Is that what you're doing?

Every hour of every day.

So, if you need anything...

I can take care of my team.

Okay.

I meant, like, a beer.

Hmm?
Well...

In that case... mahalo.

To more adventures.