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Here we are.

Thank you.

To my...

fiancée.
Mm...

The most beautiful,

brilliant

and kick-ass entrepreneur
O'ahu has ever seen.

I only just signed the lease.

4,000 square feet

of prime Honolulu real estate
that you will turn

into the most successful
spa on this island.

I am in awe of your talent.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

What is it, baby?

Don't turn around.

We're being watched.

I'm gonna get us to safety.

But I need you
to do exactly what I say.

Okay, but Jack--It'll be fine.

Let's go.

Who's following
us, Jack?

No time for questions.
You remember the plan, right?

Yes. Don't talk to anyone,
wait for you to reach out.

And the go bag,
- have it ready.
- Right, of course.

But I-I don't understand.

- What does this mean?
- It means I'm not safe.

And if you're with me,
neither are you.

But, Jack--

Everything is gonna
be all right.

I'll do everything in my power
to protect you.

Have the bag ready,
wait for my call.

Jack, wait.

Jack! Jack!

Jack!

Darn it!

Four points, Juicy Lucy.

Two points, Boomtown Boone.

No. See, I alternate
weight training

and boxing
with zone two cardio,

depending on the
day of the week.

- Know what I'm saying?
- Okay.

Hey.

Morning.
How was the run?

Oh, it was fantastic.

10K in just
under 42 minutes.

You two really missed out.
Right, Holman?

Yeah.
Yeah, you really missed out.

Sorry we couldn't make it.
Been a busy morning.

Yeah, looks like it.

Hey, you, uh,
doing okay there, buddy?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm okay.
Just letting the oxygen

- run back into my lungs.
- You know what?

I'm gonna make you a juice.

You got to up
your nutrition game,

- VO2 max for the Devil Dash.
- Yeah.

What? "Devil Dash"?

It's an Ironman triathlon
on the island, and, uh,

when Sam mentioned it,
I said it sounds...

sounds cool, so...

Hey, you-you don't think
that he thinks that--

That you're going
to do it with him?

Hey.

You aren't allergic to fungi, right?

Mm, he definitely thinks that.

What the hell kind of juice
is he making you?

You guys played Trashball
without me?

Yep.

Damn it.

Hi, can I,
can I help you?

Hi. I-I need to speak
to someone

with top-secret
security clearance.

Oh, actually, we all have
top-secret security clearances.

What is this regarding?

My fiancé.

Uh, he works
in Navy intelligence.

What's his name and rank?

It's Commander Jack Spence.

I have classified information.

I need to speak to the top boss.

I-I hear you, ma'am.

I-I just, I'll need
a little more context--

My fiancé is imminent danger.

He's involved
in Operation Red Rabbit.

I can't say more here.

Okay.

Okay, uh, well, if you
just want to take a seat,

and we'll be
right with you.

What's
that about?

Operation Red Rabbit.

- What's that?
- No idea.

I can't tell you how much
I have hesitated coming here.

I-I know the importance
of secrecy for his missions.

I mean, most of the Navy isn't
even aware of their existence.

Did you get a look at the
guy who was following you?

Um, not a good one.
I mean, he's...

balding, mid-40s, tall.

We lost him once we were
in the stairwell.

It sounds like
a scary experience.

Has anything
like this happened before?

Jack disappearing?

No.

I mean, he goes
off the grid sometimes.

Travels to God knows where.

It's part of the job, but...

this was different.

I mean, someone was after him
here, where we live.

This elite task force
that he's in.

Do you know the name of his CO?

- Or other members of his unit?
- No.

Jack-Jack would never give up
classified information.

Even to me.

But
he gave up

- Operation Red Rabbit?
- Yes.

But only the name.

And I overheard him say it
once on the phone.

- To who?
- I have no idea.

Look, I-I wouldn't have come
here unless I feared the worst.

Okay, that he
has been compromised--

Or killed.

By enemy agents.

Look.

You did the right thing
by coming to us, okay?

And we will do everything
that we can to find him.

But the more information
that we have,

the better.

Is there anything else
you can tell us

that may help us find him?

Um...

You can look in, um,
his office at our house.

It's locked.

I'm not supposed to go in.

We'll look into it.

Thank you.

An elite Navy
intelligence task force?

Why haven't
we heard of it?

Doesn't mean they don't exist.

Ever heard of Task Force 157?

No.
Task Force 157

is a secret Navy intel group.

Ran ops for over a decade.

Including overthrowing
the Chilean government.

Supposedly did jobs
that were too sensitive

or too dirty for the CIA.

Supposedly.

Disbanded in '77,
existence officially denied.

Wow, so we
thinking Jack Spence

might be a real
- Navy secret agent?
- Yes, we do.

My source at ONI could
confirm the existence

of Operation Red Rabbit

and of Lieutenant Commander
Jack Spence.

But that's as far as I can get.

Everything else
remains classified.

A Navy intelligence officer

is pulled off the streets
of Hawai'i?

We don't
know if he was

pulled off yet.
Maybe he's in hiding.

Either way, you'd think ONI

would want to know
what happened to their guy.

Unless they already do.

I'll put in a call to PACOM,
see if we can't get read in.

Great.

Ernie, will you--Go through CCTV footage

of the restaurant?
It's downloading as we speak.

Jesse, grab Kai. Head over
to Talia and Spence's house.

Good. I was hoping
to get the secret spy room.

Look, if Commander Spence
is in trouble,

we need to find him fast.

Okay. Uh...

Sorry.

Sorry.

What's that about?

Oh, Sam's got me signed up
on this... wellness app.

It rates the quality
of my steps.

Special apps,
Ironman triathlon?

You're in deep,
my friend.

Nah, it's cool. He's just, like,
really, really into fitness.

And you're
really into him.

I'm just trying
to make new friends, Jesse.

Well, mission accomplished.

Wow. It's a nice house.

Yeah.

Clearly no kids.

Mm-hmm.

Sure.

You notice something else?

There is hardly any sign
of Jack Spence.

Yeah. No personal items,

mementos.

Not even a picture
of him and Talia.

Yeah, maybe
it's a security risk.

Maybe.

Think we found it.

I'll grab the shim
- from the car.
- No need.

This is just a standard-issue
three-wheel combination lock.

And that means...?

Just got to listen
for the clicks.

And have had...

some really odd hobbies
in high school.

Wow.

Whoa.

Hey.

Any chance you encountered
security lasers in high school?

Gettin' some serious
Jason Bourne vibes.

Looks like
fake passports.

Listening devices.

Why would
a Navy intelligence officer

keep all thisat home?

Maybe because he's not
supposed to have it.

Take a look.

Whoa.

Looks like
hieroglyphics or a...

cipher.

You know what it means?

Spence has got a lot more
going on than even Talia thinks.

You see there? That's the man
Talia identified at the bar.

The one
who was watching them.

He's throwing
some serious shade their way.

Yeah. Or he's waiting for them
to be done with their table.

When Spence and Talia leave,
he doesn't follow them.

He stays put.

Maybe she has the wrong guy.

Well, no one else
from the restaurant

are following them, either.

However, outside
is a different story.

I don't know where he ended up,
but watch the unmarked SUV.

It peeled off
right after him.

Same SUV pulled up behind them

when they arrived
at the restaurant.

Okay, so he was being followed.

Oh, it's Kai,

with pics from
inside Spence's house.

"La."

I think they think
it's some sort of cipher.

Maybe the dots and
the dashes are Morse code?

"La."

Or here. See?

The birds and
the waves.

Looks like some

ancient Egyptian
cave dwellings.

Kate knows a guy
at U.H. who can help...

La. La. See the kahako?

- Mm-hmm.
- That's Hawaiian for "sun."

And this one
is Sanskrit for "sun."

They all mean "sun."

So, we thinking it's

a... a highly-coded map,

like directions in relation
to the sun kind of thing?

No, we're thinking
it isn't a cipher at all.

It's a logo.

Sunstreak Café in Waimanalo?

What does
Secret Agent Jack Spence

have to do with a bakery?

Oh. Smells good.

Yeah, refined sugar.

The enemy of
discipline and promise.

Right. Yeah,
of course.

I was just, like...

You're training for
the Devil Dash.

Keep your eyes
on the prize.

Copy.
Excuse me.

What can I get you?

Putting out a fresh
tray of pistachio malasadas.

Flavor of the week.

Yeah, and they
look amazing.

But actually, we're
federal agents with NCIS.

Yeah, we were wondering
if we could

ask the owner
a few questions?

I'm the owner. Jill Lee.

- Okay.
- What's this regarding?

Do you know
this man?

I've never seen him before.

Excuse me.

Are you sure?

'Cause we have
reason to believe

he's spent
time in here.

Look, I don't know everyone
that comes in.

Well, maybe we can ask
some of your employees?

I can connect you with a few.

Let me just grab another tray
from the oven.

I'll be right back.

Think she's lying?

About everything
but the malasadas.

Jack, it's happening.

They're here
and they're in the front

and I don't know what to do...

You mind if
I keep this?

Where is Jack Spence?

I have no idea.

He gave me that phone
for emergencies.

Okay, let's start this again.

But this time, with the truth.

How do you know Jack Spence?

He's my fiancé.

And if you're here, then that
means he must be in trouble.

Have you located Jack?

We're still putting the pieces
of the puzzle together.

Thank you for your patience.

So... how did
you and Jack meet?

Uh, we met online
seven months ago.

Seven months? Short courtship.

Well, when we finally
met in person,

things moved quickly.

And when you know,
you know, right?

I would definitely
call it whirlwind.

We met on a dating app
a year ago.

Jack swooped into my life.

I had practically
given up on dating,

I was
so focused on work.

At what point did he tell you

that he worked with
Navy intelligence?

It must have been
a couple months in.

He'd be away
for stretches at a time.

He'd be unreachable.

He felt that
he had to explain why.

Even though I worry about him

when he's gone,

in a way, it's good for me.

I can really focus on the café.

That's been a huge
part of our connection.

The café.

- How so?
- Well, Sunstreak, you know,

was just a little coffee cart

when we started dating.

Jack... really encouraged me to

turn it into
a full-blown restaurant.

He even designed the logo.

He's been so supportive.

Expanding the salon,
that was his idea.

He helped secure the loan.

He's been there for me

every step of the way.

I've had to take out
lines of credit recently.

I didn't know
that was possible.

Business been slow?

Did Jack ever
ask you for money?

Sure. Yeah.

Uh, I helped him buy a car.

It's too risky to
use his own name.

The Navy can be slow
to reimburse mission expenses.

I've had to help Jack out of
a couple sticky situations,

financially speaking.

And then, of course, uh,
the go bag.

Go bag?

Yeah, part of his
bug-out plan.

$50,000 in cash for if he calls.

Emergency use only.

I guess love really is blind.

$250,000.

That is how much
Spence "borrowed"

from Talia and Jill combined.

Safe to say

none of it was for
actual official business.

No, and his secret spy room
is a complete fake.

The passports
are knockoffs

and the security lasers
connect to nothing.

Man, is this guy
even in the Navy?

Why are you on an exercise ball?

To strengthen his core.

I think he hid my chair.

So,

I found Jack Spence.

Oh, that's great.

There's only
one problem.

He's been stationed in Bahrain
for the past year.

So definitely not the same guy
Talia and Jill are engaged to.

Sounds like our Jack Spence
is 100% con man.

Yeah, but how'd
he know about

Operation Red Rabbit?

Guess I'll have to talk to the
real Jack Spence and find out.

Uh, boss,

what do you want to do
about the... you know.

Offer them some coffee?

Thank you for speaking to us,
Lieutenant Commander Spence.

I understand
you want to talk to me

about Operation Red Rabbit?

Well...

that's the thing...

I need to make it clear
that I'm not at liberty to

discuss any of the compartmented
details of the mission.

Which is all
the details.

We understand, Commander.

We actually need you to identify

the man in
this photo.

That's Tyler Bingham.

What's he in,
some kind of trouble?

Who is he
to you?

Well, Mr. Bingham
is a headhunter

for a private security firm.

One of the biggest
in the country, ma'am.

How'd you guys meet?

At a foreign affairs
lecture in D.C.

about three
years ago.

Did he say he was recruiting me?

Because I told him
I wouldn't leave

until the mission is complete.

So Mr. Bingham
is recruiting you.

Yes, ma'am.
Aggressively.

For a role in
the high six figures.

Have you and Mr. Bingham
ever discussed

the details of your work?

I would never divulge
sensitive information.

We spoke of
my upbringing, my training.

Typical recruiting stuff.

I'm sorry,
am I missing something here?

We have reason to believe that

this man has
stolen your identity.

Are you saying I'm compromised?

Yes, but

not in the way that you think.

He's using your identity
to extort money from women.

Here in Hawai'i.

I don't
understand.

So, he's just a con man
scamming lonely women?

Who also fooled a highly-trained

Navy intelligence operative.

Scrappy, insightful,
and adventuresome.

What now?

The three words
I'd use to describe you

on an online
dating profile.

- Thanks.
- I'm knee-deep

in dating apps.

I found the one
Spence used

to woo Talia
and Jill.

Oh, rock climbing.

Yeah, he's got it all.

Scuba diving,
riding a camel...

Oh, a FrenchBulldog.

To show his
soft side.
Mm-hmm.

This is the work of
an expert con artist.

Presents himself as
a globetrotting adventurer

to bolster

the spy story he tells
his victims later.

He's a genius.

Sounds like
you have profile envy.

Let me see yours.

Excuse me?

Your dating profile.

I don't have one, never will.

But tech is kind of your thing.

I prefer the classic
approach to dating.

Oh.

Putting myself in
physical environments

in which I may meet
a prospective date

over the period of weeks
or months and then...

...Googling her.

How's that been
working out for you?

Anyway,

I've been looking into
common points

of Talia and
Jill's story.

Hardworking
entrepreneurs,

unlucky in love...

Trying to zero in
on other victims.

- Did you find one?
- Nope.

Fourteen.

Wow, he's made quite the mark.

This is an online
forum of women

scammed by
our Jack Spence.

Started by a woman
named Sharon Waters

in Texas.
Victim zero.

S. Waters.
Is that her?

"Sorry friends,
will be MIA.

"Following up a lead

"on Mr. X's
location.

Packing sunscreen."

That was four days ago.

Do you think Sharon Waters
is here on O'ahu?

If she is, I'll find out where.

Handsome.

Soulful.

Swimmy?

Swimmy? What?

Yeah, you know,
like swim... Aquatic.

The three words
that would

best describe you
on a dating profile...

Oh....if you didn't have
a girlfriend in Canada.

Yeah, let's-let's just
focus on the case.

Room 112.

Here we go.

Sharon Waters?

Special Agents Tara and Holman.

Cops?
Uh, no. NCIS.

You mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Come in, I guess.

You're here about
George Malone,

or whatever name
he's currently using to

manipulate and
defraud women?

Yeah. Yeah, we found
your forum online.

I'm sure you were
surprised how many women

could fall
for his story.

It's easier
than you think.

You ever heard of love bombing?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, it's an explosion
of affection, protection

and admiration as
a form of manipulation.

I've seen
some things.

And, if unleashed
on the right person,

one who's eager for connection,

it can result
in undying loyalty.

Like giving away
all your money to a con man?

Bingo.

I got an anonymous tip
that George might be here.

Oh. Excuse me.

Hey, why didn't you alert
the police about the tip?

'Cause they've been useless
for ten years.

No offense.

He's ruined the lives
of at least 14 women,

and all the cops do
is file a report.

Okay.

Do you have any idea
where he might be now?

Nope, another
dead end.

I'm headed home, so...

If you, uh,
if you didn't

want to work
with the police,

what exactly were you hoping
to do here?

The only thing I can do
at this point:

Look him in the eye,
let him know that one day,

his number will be up
and I'll be waiting.

Ugh. Now,
if you will excuse me...

Uh...

Yeah, go ahead.

I wouldn't say she was
our biggest fan.

Still, she shouldn't have lied
to us about Spence's location.

- You think she knows?
- I know she does.

Those texts she was getting?
I read them upside down.

From an unknown sender.
Address in Kailua.

One of, uh, "Mr. X."

Spence could
be there now.

He's a famous author, you know.

- Spence?
- Spy thrillers.

Uses a pseudonym. They're gonna
make one into a movie.

Hoping he won't leave
my back house

when Hollywood comes calling.
Wonderful tenant.

Uh-huh. And you're sure
he's in there now?

Saw him an hour ago.

He brought me chocolates.

Always brings little gifts
when he travels.

Okay. Well, Mrs. Potts,
I think it's best you stay back.

I hope you won't disturb him
while he's writing.

Do our best.

Hey, Doc, we, uh...

Wow.

That's-that's-that's
one really burnt body.

I didn't know
you were squeamish, Holman.

I'm not squeamish.

I, um...

I take it this
is what's left of Spence.

Eh, allegedly Spence.

I need one last dental X-ray
to confirm the identity,

as the deceased's
fingerprints are, well,

- with his fingers, elsewhere.
- Right.

Could use a hand.

I got it.

Okay.

Please hold the head
in the A-position

while I take
the X-rays.

So... come
here often?

It's a...

nice place you got here.

Ganesh.

The Hindu god of new beginnings.

That's an unusual choice
for a-a morgue.

Oh, what can I say?
I'm a bliss junky

who surrounds herself
with decaying corpses.

I contain multitudes.

Only by learning to live in
harmony with your contradictions

can you keep afloat.

No doubt you are a man

filled with contradictions,
Agent Hanna.

Like the mellifluous layers
of a cipollini onion.

I've been called a lot worse.

Guys.

I'm still holding the head.

Apologies.

All... done.

Thank you.

So, how long till we get a match
on his dental records?

Ah, could be hours,
could be days.

Oh, but...

- that's interesting.
- What's interesting?

At first glance, John Doe
appears to have been killed

by a primary
blast injury.

- His arms are missing.
- But look at this.

He suffered
an intracranial hematoma

in the back of his skull.
The result of

blunt force trauma.

You're saying he was murdered
before the explosion?

Then positioned postmortem
so his body

was facing the gas stove.

To make it look like
an accident.

There was a lot of people
who might want Spence dead.

Yeah, but one
really sticks out.

You bring me in for questioning
while Spence is still out there?

Y'all are no better
than the cops in Houston.

Look, I understand
your frustration.

Jack Spence doesn't deserve

to walk free
after what he did to you.

Thank you.

And
it's understandable

why you'd want to take matters
into your own hands.

Track him down in Hawai'i.

Confront him. Make him pay.

Oh, I haven't
confronted him, yet.

And you may not get the chance.

Why? He skip town again?

He's dead.

I don't believe it. How?

Blunt force trauma
followed by a gas explosion.

That's so... Oh.

Well, I-I guess karma
really is a bitch, huh?

Oh. Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, you two think I did it.

Well, you certainly had
the motive.

Yeah, like,
me and 13 other women.

But you're here
and knew where he was.

Someone gave you his address.

You need to talk to David Bell.

Who's David Bell?

A PI I hired to locate Spence.

He's been tracking him
for months.

Bell texted you
the address?

Yes, but I hired him
to find Spence, not kill him.

Look,

I'm not gonna shed a tear
over this man's death,

but question me all you want,
I didn't do it.

Emily Garcia.

Teacher.
Bubbly, bantery,

boba-licious.
Dude, she's perfect for you.

- Swipe right.
- It's not for me.

It's for the case.

All right,
see this?

One of Spence's
dating profiles

is currently active.

He's viewed several local women
in the last 24 hours.

Which means someone
hacked it, or...

Spence is still alive.

And still
on the prowl.

Looking for
another mark.

Late 30s, early 40s,

small business owners.

All right, nice work.
Keep watching, see what he does.

You know,

nowadays,
finding love

online isn't all that different
from meeting someone at a bar.

That's not true.

When you meet someone at a bar,

they get to know you as
a three-dimensional human being.

Dating apps distill
your entire personality

into bullet points.

- That's a bad thing?
- It is if your bullet points

are: divorced,
can't talk about work,

and not, you know,
classically handsome.

I mean, who is?

Seriously?

I'm just saying

my best qualities can't be
captured in a profile.

Yeah, but you're never
gonna know unless you try.

Maybe hot teacher

loves un-classically handsome.

I got a hit
on the dental X-rays.

It's a match for David Bell,
Sharon Waters' PI.

So, our con man is still alive.

Yep, except now he's a murderer.

Bell's phone

pinged outside Spence's hideout
several times

over the last 48 hours.

Spence likely realized
he was being followed,

so he killed Bell.

And rigged his house to explode
to cover his tracks.

Yeah, look,
he's probably halfway to...

...to Tahiti
by now. Sorry.

But not without his go bag
filled with money.

He's gonna need resources
to get off the island.

Which means he's desperate and
even more dangerous than before.

Okay, so how do we find him?

By offering him
exactly what he wants.

I know this man inside and out.

He is not capable of murder.

I understand you think that,

but a con man like Jack Spence

is an expert
manipulator.

Look, I know from
personal experience.

You-You've been conned?

I did the conning.

My previous career required me

to get people
to do all sorts of things

that were not
in their best interest.

You expect me
to believe you now?
No.

I don't expect you to.

I'm asking.

Help us find Spence.

Look, if you're right, and all
of this is a misunderstanding,

then he can tell us himself.

What do you want me to do?

You have his go bag
of cash still, right?

You're gonna give it to him.

But
I can't reach him.

He's not responding
to my calls or my texts.

What about TheOneSpark.com?

I mean, he deactivated
the account after we met.

It appears as though
he's reactivated it.

Message him there.

Say you want to stay
with family for a while,

but you want to get him
his money first.

We'll do the rest.

Smart move to do
this on game day.

Big crowd.

Easy for Spence to get lost
if he spots trouble.

You think he'll know
it's a trap?

Not if we do our job right.

Okay.

I know this seems intense,
but you'll be great.

All you have to do
is meet Spence,

and give him
the go bag.

We'll take it from there.

You're not gonna
hurt him, right?

Of course not.

1:45, guys.
Now or never.

You okay?

Yes. I just--
I want to get this over with.

Okay.

ANNOUNCER [over speakers]:
Attention, tickets are available

at the box office,
located outside the main gate.

Oh, that looks so good.

- Go get one.
- Oh.

Sam says we're only doing
whole grain carbs

and lean proteins
until the Devil Dash.

Sam's not here.

Yeah, but he's watching.

He's always watching.

There's Talia.

Did Talia just get a message
from Spence?

Nothing on the chat.

He must've just texted her.

Why would you say that?

'Cause she just bolted.

She's headed
into the stadium.

- Jack.
- Hey!

I got a visual.

Talia's with Spence. Section CC.

This won't be much longer,
my love.

What is it? What's wrong?

Excuse me. Sorry.

Run.

Hey!

I don't think so.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Spence?

We lost him
in the crowd.

Yeah, along with the money.

What the hell happened, Talia?

What happened is we've been
swindled this time.

Jack Spence lied to Talia
about everything,

and yet she still
believes in him?

So much so she gave him
$50,000 of her own cash

to help him escape.

Yeah, and screwed us over
in the process.

Love is a powerful emotion.

Works like a drug on your brain.

So how do we
sober Talia up?

By showing her
exactly who

she fell in love with.

I've been digging
into George Malone,

the alias Spence used
to scam Sharon a decade ago.

Turns out, the real
George Malone was born in 1928.

Spent his whole life
in Providence, Rhode Island,

until he disappeared
12 years ago.

Malone's home caregiver

was a person of interest
in his disappearance.

That's Spence.

His real name is Arnold Russo?

Yes, and he had

a reputation.

Several of his elderly patients

accused him of stealing.

Let me guess,
he disappeared

along with Malone.
Only to resurface

in Houston a few months later.

So Spence kills Malone,

and he steals his identity.

Then moves thousands
of miles away,

where he starts
a more profitable racket:

conning young women.

This gonna be enough
to convince Talia?

Maybe.

But I think it's time
we bring in the big guns.

If I'm not going to jail,

then let me go home.

I'm done helping you.

We will, but first,

there was some information
we held from you

because it was need-to-know.

But now, you need to know.

Have a seat.

I'm Sharon Waters.

Jack's first fiancée.

Jack has never been
engaged before.

Actually, he has.

Sixteen times.

That's impossible.

I'm Jill.

Jack and I have been engaged
for the last four months.

Jack told them both the same
spy story he told you...

...before robbing them blind.

Uh,
that's absurd.

Yeah, it's absurd
but it's true,

because Jack had me take out
lines of credit,

and then he asked me for
the money to help him lie low.

I think "lie low" actually meant
he was spending time with you.

Well, I mean, Jack wanted me

to expand my business, too,
but it's-it's still my business.

He's barely involved.

And Jack doesn't even care
about money. He always says...

"Money often costs too much."

Every line
that he's used on you,

he has used on us, too.

Oh, my God, I'm such an idiot.

You're in good company.

Hey.

You just have an open heart

that a con man
took advantage of.

He's not just a con man,
he's a murderer.

And I let him get away.

But he doesn't have to get far.

Think hard.

Is there anything you may know
that could lead us to Jack?

The Cayman Islands.

Talia found several calls

on her salon phone bill
to the Caymans.

Turns out, they track to a bank.

If he's trying to get
to the Cayman Islands,

how's he gonna do it?

Can't board
any commercial flights,

all his IDs are burned.

Well, 50 grand is more
than enough to charter

a plane or a boat off island.
He's gonna need

a lot more than that
to start from scratch overseas.

Think he's gonna try
to find a new mark?

I bet he's already got one.

Sam's right.

I found another one
of Spence's dating profiles,

and it's active as we speak.

Meet his latest target,

Molly Berry, a Waikiki
entrepreneur who owns

a yacht charter company.

She's taking Spence
for a spin on her boat

- this afternoon.
- We got to get Spence

before Molly takes him
off the island.

I'll grab Kai and Lucy.

Wait a sec.

This makes no sense.

What?

Molly's IP address,

it tracks to
this building.

You're saying she's here?

As of an hour ago.

It's Talia.

She's playing us again,
right under our noses.

I'm on it, boss.

Talia?

Where's Sharon?

Um,

she left a little while ago.

I-I thought she was
with you guys.

Ahoy! Captain Berry!

Molly, my sweet!

I finally made it.

Hello, George.

105, 107, 109.

Molly said her yacht is in slip.

111...I think you mean Sharon.

Whoever it is,

we're too late.

I'll call Sam.

What are you two
standing around for?

What'd I say?

He's always watching.

This is definitely
not your houseboat.

Borrowed it
from one of my neighbors.

Let's go get 'em.

You look good, Sharon. Powerful.

That's the gun pointed
at your head, jackass.

Let's go.

You know,
if you wanted to see me,

you could've
just reached out.

I'm surprised you
even remember me.

I could never
forget you, Sharon.

Right there. There, 11 o'clock.

Yeah, I see
Sharon and Spence.

What's happening?

Actually, she's
got a gun on him.

Not a day goes by
that I don't think about you.

- Shut up, George.
- Remember when your car
broke down

on Galveston Island?

We spent all night
with the top down,

gazing at the stars.

Yep, nope, definitely
not just talking.

We don't have much time.

We don't need much time.

I said shut up.

Okay! Okay-- What do you want?

Money? I-I got
a whole bag of it.

And bank accounts, too.

I stopped caring about
the money a long time ago.

What do you want me to say?

That I lied to you?
Cheated you?

That's a start.

Don't pretend that you've got
no part in this.

You were perfectly happy
living the romance novel tragedy

you always
dreamed of.

So now
you blame your victims?

NCIS!
We're boarding your vessel!

Those are the cops, Sharon.

How do you think you look
with a gun pointed at my head?

Federal agents.

I'll tell you how.
You look crazy.

Don't call me crazy.

He's not worth it, Sharon.

This woman's trying to kill me.

Shut up, George.

Come on, Sharon.
Let us take it from here.

Drop the weapon!

Listen.

George isn't my real name.

I'm actually OSP
on a deep-cover mission.

I can't say more.

Really? 'Cause I'm all ears.

Screw you, George!

Wait.
What are you doing?

No. No, no, no!

Didn't anybody ever tell you
that money often costs too much?

Please tell us that you got him.

Jack Spence has been arrested.

He's being charged
with murder and fraud.

He won't hurt
anyone ever again.

And what about Sharon?

Is she okay?

She's
in custody, too.

My guess, the prosecutor
will go easy on her,

given the
circumstances.

Can NCIS get our money back?

Well, some of it is evidence,
and very wet.

We're working on
the Cayman account, but...

there's not enough there
to make anyone whole again.

So, what do I do now?

You allow yourself
to grieve.

Then you focus on getting
your businesses back on track.

It's not gonna be easy,
but you have each other.

And that is your best new asset.

We're gonna be okay.

♪ When I'm lying at night

♪ Going out of my mind...

Meet up at the pools
bright and early?

Get some laps in
before sunrise?

Yeah, uh...
Hey, about that.

Um...

Look, you're the best
gym buddy ever,

but the truth is, I...

You don't want to do
the Devil Dash?

Yeah.

Good. 'Cause I don't
want to, either.

Really?

But it was your idea.

Only because you said
you missed those 5:00 a.m. runs

- at boot camp.
- Yeah, I was lying
to impress you.

I know.
Nobody misses those runs.

I was just waiting to see
how long till you cracked.

So you were gonna keep
running and swimming

and biking with me
until I gave up?

Pretty much.

Wow, that is...

diabolical.

I know.

Yeah. And the ball chair?

Oh, that was just
plain hilarious.

Oh. Not for me.

I don't just
keep fit, you know.

Drink a little beer,
listen to some music.

Okay. Is that
an invitation? Huh?

Mm... Huh? Yeah? No? Okay.

So, uh...

what kind of music you like?

I'll send you a playlist.

♪ I'm lucky I've got

♪ Good people

♪ Helping me out,
yeah, I've got... ♪

What the...

♪ There when I'm down

♪ Yeah, I've got good people
lifting me up... ♪

"Ernie Malik is whip-smart,

Sriracha-hot and moves
like Jagger. Lucy."

♪ Good people...

All right, guys,
you can come out.

Ugh, finally.

It's really dusty back there.

You could've just
waited at the desk.

That's what I said.

Not as fun.

We couldn't agree
on three adjectives

that capture your essence,
so we settled on 60.

Fine.

Since you went through
all that trouble,

I suppose I can do
a one-month free trial.

Oh, thank God,

because I don't think the
headshot photographer I booked

is refundable.

She's kidding.
Please tell me she's kidding.

How else are we gonna capture
those classic good looks?

♪ Good people.

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