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Still on for dinner Saturday?

Yeah, there's a new spot in
Wai'alae Caleb heard about.

As long as it's not another
Brazilian meat restaurant.

No, he promised.
They have fish.

- Bet it's fried.
- Or we go to Uncle Bo's again.

I mean, it-it's just an idea.

Sadie, look out.

No!

Help! Somebody!
Sadie!

Sadie! Sadie!

Breach in three, two, one!

Go, go, go!

- Don't move!
- Clear! Clear!

Move!

Clear!

Move up. Let's go.

Breach!

On the ground, now!

Don't move!

Clear!

It's the third lab
ELITE's brought down so far.

Taking a lot of bioweapons
off the board.

What do you think?

I like the jumpsuits.

Very stylish.

They were undercover as movers.

- Hmm.
- My idea.

Well, I am just so glad

that your secret agent club's
making progress.

Well, thanks to you getting
the Chemist to give up

his lab locations.

So, does that mean
I get a jumpsuit, too?

I got something even better.

Mm, thanks, but I already
have a laptop

and this one...
is kind of broken.

My team found it in a safe
at the lab.

It's encrypted with something

we haven't been able
to crack yet.

And you want Ernie
to take a look.

If he's up for it.

I'll read him into the mission.

Well,

knowing Ernie,
I bet he's mostly

figured it out
on his own by now.

Got a new case?

Yeah, a Marine's wife
was abducted. Two hours ago.

Let me know if I can help.

Count on it.

I mean, he was wearing

a clown mask, you know?

What kind?

I'm sorry?

Happy clown, sad clown.

Orange hair? Red?I... I-I don't know.

Just a clown.
Kind of a scary one, I guess.

Uh... Or I was just scared.

- How many suspects did you see?
- I mean,

somebody grabbed Sadie
and someone was driving. So two.

But there could
have been more.

- It was all so fast.
- And Sadie didn't mention

anything to you
- about being threatened?
- No.

- I told you, no.
- No one harassing her

or showing her
unwanted attention?

Like a stalker or something?

Like anything
out of the ordinary.

No. Nothing like that.

Sadie and Caleb are a normal
couple with a normal life.

- Why would they take her?
- I-I don't know.

But we are doing
everything in our power

- to get her back.
- Okay.

Hang tight, okay?

What do we know?

Victim is Sadie Latham,

married to Master Sergeant
Caleb Latham stationed at K-Bay.

She was grabbed
at around 8:00 a.m.

An abduction in a public place
in broad daylight?

- That's unusual.
- Doesn't feel like

a typical
kidnap-and-ransom, either.

Sadie works as a manager
at a health club.

They don't have deep pockets.

Any family money?

No, not at first blush, no.

Canoe club's not cheap.

Lana there has the access.

Sadie's her guest
three mornings a week.

They have a
routine, then.

What's Lana's background?

Thinking they took
the wrong woman?

Aren't you?

Lana works here,
runs food and beverage.

But there were several
other members in the lot.

All right, well, let's
- look into all of them.
- I'll get my team on it.

- Okay.
- NCIS notify the husband yet?

He's been in training
all morning. Unreachable.

But Jesse and Kai are on
- their way to K-Bay now.
- Okay.

- Fall out.
- Hoorah!

Master Sergeant Latham.

Yes, sir?

I'm Agent Holman,
this is Agent Boone.

NCIS?

Yeah.
Could we get a word?

- Everything okay?
- Uh,

a little before 8:00
this morning,

your wife was abducted.

- I don't understand.
- I know it's a lot to process.

We're doing everything we can
to get her back,

but we need your help.

Have you or your wife
come into any money recently?

No.

No, I enlisted when I was 18.

Sadie's been working
since she was 17.

I mean, we make do, you know,

nothing extra.

Anything in your work
that might be sensitive?

I'm a logistics
specialist.

That's about as unsensitive
as you get.

Anyone that might wish you harm?

Somebody

- come to mind?
- No. No, no, no, no.

Um, I was just...

W-Why would anyone do this?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

We're gonna need
your help to do it.

To get your wife home safe.

All right.
What do I need to do?

Right now, come with us.

The FBI will explain everything
in more detail.

HPD found the van dumped
a few miles from the canal.

Registered to a hauling service

who reported it stolen
yesterday.

- Any prints?
- Lots.

From hauling service employees

who all have alibis.

All right. FBI pull anything
useful from the traffic cams?

Only if you like the circus.

Wow.

That's pretty creepy.

Seriously, can you
take that thing

off the screen?

What, you got a problem
with clowns, Sam?

Not as long as they
keep their distance.

I do have a problem with
this abduction case, though.

Broad daylight,
dozen witnesses.

Yeah, it's like
they wanted to be seen.

Maybe it was
a message.

"We can get to you anywhere."

Yeah, but why Sadie?

Social media is mostly posts

about fitness.

A few hundred followers, hardly
any interaction with them.

Might not have anything
to do with her.

Not specifically, anyway.

Caleb's even more boring.

He spends his days on base
and nights

- with his wife.
- Okay,

what about the other
women at the canoe club?

Could any of them have
been the potential target?

Based on the video...

...Sadie's exactly who
the suspects wanted.

All right.

Let's take a deeper look at her.
And Caleb.

We're missing something.

Uh...

I'm just doing an extended
background check.

No need for SCIF.

This isn't for the background.

You've been wondering
what I'm doing here in Hawai'i?

I have.

Trying to figure out
what NCIS ELITE is.

Maybe even breaking some rules.

Maybe?

Please tell me it's not
all just an elaborate ploy

to get me to do tech support.

ELITE recovered this
at an illegal lab

operating in Pakistan.

Hmm. Color me intrigued.

The lab is run
by the Chemist.

He's currently in our custody.

Wait.

You want me to help
with the super top-secret,

"no one can know about it"
mission, don't you?

In a small way, yes.

Do I get to join ELITE?

- No.
- Do I get to meet the members?

No.

But you may help
thousands of people

if you can break
this encryption.

Okay, fine. I'll do it.

But you're a bad salesman.

This is everywhere she goes.

The nail salon, grocery store.

Oh, the smoothie shop
by the health club.

Short list.

Any other places
you can think of?

I don't know, uh, maybe, um...

Uh...

Oh, sometimes she heads over
to the North Shore for lunch.

Okay, can you tell us
- where she eats?
- I just...

Look, this is starting
to feel like busywork.

That's because it is, Caleb.

We need you busy
because we need you

thinking clearly, all right?

Now, maybe the nail salon is key

to figuring out
who took your wife,

but more likely,
it's gonna help jar

- some small detail you forgot.
- Right, right, a-and this guy,

over here with my phone.

I mean, what if she's
trying to reach me?

Well, that would be great.

We'd hand you the phone.
But...

it's probably gonna be
a ransom call that comes in.

Ransom? I can't...
I-I don't have any money.

You got to be
strong, Caleb.

For Sadie.
We got a lot of people here

who are trying to help...

It's a blocked number.

Okay, if it's them,
remember, keep them talking.

And insist on seeing Sadie.
We need to make sure she's okay.

Caleb Latham.

Who are you? Where's Sadie?

She's safe.

For now.

No, no, I-I want to see her.

You will see her when you follow
these instructions.

I need you to... No, no, I need to see her first.

Just prove to me
that you have her.

That's the last time
you see her alive

unless you follow
my exact instructions.

Uh, y-yeah, anything.

Please, just don't hurt her.

Pack two large duffel bags
with three million dollars.

Have it by noon tomorrow.

Await my instructions.

What, wait, what,
three million dollars?

I-I don't, I don't have... Get it.

Or Sadie dies.

Caleb.

Caleb, do something, ple...

Sadie!

Tell me you traced the call.

You know-you know
- where they are?
- The call was made

through a VPN,
so we can't trace it.

- Oh, my God.
- We'll get a team
analyzing the video

for any clues,
we will find her location.

- They're gonna kill her.
- They won't do anything yet.

They need Sadie alive
to get the money.

Three million dollars.

You heard him.
He-he said by noon tomorrow.

Which gives us some time.

Are you crazy?
I can't-I can't do that. I...

- You need to calm down, Caleb.
- I can't calm down.

They took my wife, okay?

- I can't calm down!
- Caleb.

Who are you?

Brock Overton.

- Brock?
- Caleb's friend.

Excuse me. You okay, Marine?

They took Sadie, man.

You serve

- with Caleb?
- Yes, sir.

Iraq. Two tours.

But I've been out a few years.

I got him now, sir.

- Come on.
- Man, I'm crazy, bro...

we're good,

we're good.

Three million dollars?

Doesn't make sense.
What are these guys thinking?

Sadie looked scared
but unhurt.

No, they want to make sure
she's safe and sound

because they want their money.

Again, I'll say it.
Three million?

- Lathams have nowhere near that.
- I know.

But there's an opportunity here.

We use the drop
to get these guys.

Can the FBI
pull together some cash?

Not much, but some.

All right, I'll talk
to Tennant about chipping in.

Get Ernie the video
and see what he can find.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're a big man, aren't you?

Sitting there behind
your firewalls

and your triple-encrypted
blockchain.

You think Kyber's new for me?

I was cracking
post-quantum cryptography

when you were just a blip
in your programmer's eye.

Who are you talking to?

Me? No one.

You know, just
eccentric Ernie.

You never know what
wacky thing I'll do next.

You know.

Kind of felt like
you were talking

to that busted computer.

Nope.

Just doing regular NCIS stuff,

like I always do.

Okay.

Any luck tracing
- the ransom call?
- None.

It was transmitted off
an untraceable server

and the voice distortion
the kidnapper used

is impossible to
reverse engineer.

- Okay, so, all dead ends.
- Uh, with the video, yes.

But I did find
something interesting

in Latham's
service record.

Three years ago,
Latham was stationed in Iraq,

leading a convoy
that hit an IED. Seven dead.

That must have been
most of his squad.

Yeah. Only two
survivors: Latham

and Sergeant Brock Overton.

What's the connection?

The mission was classified.

Caleb said his work
wasn't sensitive.

That's exactly what
you should say

if your work
- was really sensitive.
- Yeah.

I'll let Tennant know.

Oh, Ernie...

...could you send me
all of that?

Already sent, chief.

Did you just call me chief?

Sure did, guv.

You know, just expanding
the vernacular.

Okay.

Well, thanks...

Hoss.

So, Ernie's a complicated
coffee guy, huh?

- Flavors and toppings.
- Ernie doesn't drink coffee.

Oh, that's good to know.
- He's a tea guy.
- Mm.

But only from specific places

and at a certain time of month.

Look, it's complicated.
What's the goal?

Ernie kicked me out
of his office this morning.

- He said I was hovering.
- Oh.

Well, first of all
we call it "the lair,"

and secondly, a cup of tea
is not gonna cut it.

You got to think bigger.
You know what?

I actually have a list
of acceptable tribute.

You're kidding me.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

No.

What the hell
is "rare, exotic oil"?

Talking about Ernie acting
weirder than usual, aren't you?

He's, uh, working on
a secret side project

but pretending he's not, right?

No. I don't know
what you mean.

Hey, Ernie happen
to mention anything

about our kidnap case?

Yes.

Caleb Latham
led a convoy in Iraq

that hit an IED.

Only two
survivors.

Latham and a
Brock Overton.

The mission was
classified.

Jesse said Brock Overton
came to the Lathams' today

for support.

Former Marine buddy who survived

a traumatic event with Latham.

It's not strange for them
to stay tight.

Still, let's try and find
anything we can

about the secret convoy,

okay, including
the members of the unit

- who did not make it back.
- Copy.

Oh, Jesse got
Sadie's friend Lana coming up.

I'm gonna join them.

Where the hell and I gonna find
some rare, exotic oil?

Sadie's been like
a sister to me

since my own sister died.

She's my rock.
Always there.

I only wish that
I could do the same for her.

- You are, by helping us.
- I told you

everything I could about
- what happened this morning.
- Well, we have

other questions.

Did Sadie ever mention anyone

being angry with Caleb?

No one is angry with Caleb.

Most people would be too afraid.

What does that mean?

He's just a little scary.

Scary?

How?

Like, Sadie was scared of him?

Honestly, yes.
Sometimes.

But not like...

I'm not saying
what happened today was...

But they were having problems.

Hey, you want to
help Sadie, right?

Just tell us what you know.

Things haven't been good
for a while.

Really, since Caleb
came back from Iraq.

Something happened over there.

He was different.

- Different how?
- Secretive.

Withholding.
When he's drinking.

And it gets worse
when his buddy Brock is over.

He gets violent.
They egg each other on.

Did Sadie
ever tell you

- Caleb hurt her?
- She didn't have to.

I could see.

But she did say that
she was thinking of leaving.

Taking a break.

And she told him, too.
He didn't react well.

Caleb have an alibi
for the time of the abduction?

Yeah. He was at
K-Bay all morning.

His buddy Brock,
however...

Do we really think that
Caleb had his buddy

abduct his own wife?

What I think is something's off.

Is Brock still
at the Lathams' house?

No. Whistler said
- he left an hour ago.
- All right.

Let's get eyes on him.

If he and Caleb are involved,

maybe one of them
will lead us to Sadie.

You need to try and get

some rest.

Yeah.

It just doesn't feel right.
Sadie's still out there.

I get it.

But tomorrow's gonna be
a long day. We need you strong.

I've got a team of
FBI agents here

who've got your back.

You'll wake me
if there's any news, right?

Promise.

You see something?

Not yet.

'Cause you keep
looking that way.

You thinking
Brock is coming back?

I'm not thinking anything.

I just don't want to look
at the house.

Isn't that the point
of a stakeout?

To, you know, keep an eye

on whoever you're staking out?

A watched pot never boils.

Okay.

Some deep wisdom you're selling.

I'm not selling it.

I just know it.

Dude, you give me
such a hard time

whenever I talk about

being one with the island,

but you're just
as superstitious as anyone.

Doesn't make it any less true.

Latham's on the move.

Hey, let's
hang back.

See what's he up to.

I don't want to make
any sudden...

Oh, my God!

No! No!

Caleb Latham, hands up!

I-I can't...

Sadie?

Where is she?

I don't know.
The kidnappers have her.

I-I just came
for the money.

- What money?
- Gonna want to see this.

Been holding out on us.

How you and your wife
have been fighting.

Secret mission to Iraq.

Oh, yeah,
and the big one right now.

Why Brock Overton was killed
and dumped in an empty grave.

Brock was a brother to me.

I would never hurt him or Sadie.

"To the end and back."

That's what she said
on our wedding night.

That's how it is.

Still doesn't explain
Brock's dead body.

It started in Iraq.

Our last mission.

We were providing cover

for an intel op
delivering cash

- to a local sheikh.
- Bribe money.

Yeah. And a lot of it.

Three million dollars.

It's exactly
what the kidnappers want.

We were less than two clicks
from the rally point

when we hit the IED.

It's like hell broke open.

Brock and I
were riding support.

That's the only reason
we survived.

So your unit is wiped out.

Seven Marines killed,

and you decide
to steal the money?

There was nothing we could do.

They were gone.

As far as anyone was concerned,

the money was, too.

Brock said the guys
would have done the same.

So you smuggled the
money into the U.S.

and then buried it
in a graveyard.

Plot belonged to Brock's family.

We just wanted to be careful.

Swore to wait five years
before we even looked at it.

- Who else knows about this?
- Nobody.

That was the deal.
Just him and me.

I didn't even tell Sadie.

Well, someone knew.

Because they kidnapped
your wife over it

and killed your buddy.

I don't know what to tell you.

For Sadie's sake,

you better think of something.

I know you need
your space, Ernie.

I just stopped by
to drop this off.

Hey. What's this,
now-- a gift?

Consider it tribute.

Oh. It's, uh...

essential oils.

It's not just any
essential oils. Agarwood.

- Rarest of the rare.
- Uh-huh.

- Thanks.
- That's it?

I was told agarwood's
your favorite essential oil.

Number one on your list.

What list is that?

Your list of acceptable tribute.

Oh. That list.

No, I just made this up.

Came up with
impossible stuff to get

so people would leave me alone.

Well, it's not
impossible, Ernie,

but it's very complicated.

Took a full day, forced me to...

call on favors from folks
you don't want to owe.

- Underworld types?
- Worse. Air Force pilots.

Well, I think you and I are...
both are gonna laugh

about this someday...

Maybe not this day.

Anyway, I can return the favor.

I cracked your uncrackable
- computer here.
- You did?

Wasn't that hard
once I locked in.

How up to speed are you
on the latest use

of multivariates
in isogeny-based cryptography?

You kidding me?

Yeah.
I had to brush up on it, too.

But once I did,

she opened for me like a flower.

What's this?

Inventory list.
The worst kind.

Arms, chemical
weapons, bioagents.

Cross-referenced to where
they're warehoused.

I recognize some
of these locations.

My team took 'em down.

- But there's a fourth.
- Yep.

And it's got some
nasty stuff.

Including something
simply listed as

Compound X.

You have any idea
what the X stands for?

No.

Any idea where
this lab is?

No, not yet.
It's pretty well-coded.

But I bet
with a little more time...

...and a lot
of this Agarwood,

I'll get there.

Superhero.

Digging, Jesse-- what
do you know about it?

What, like holes or jazz slang?

Holes. One of the most
ancient practices.

Practical and spiritual.

We dig for water,
which helps produce life.

We dig for graves once
that life has left us.

Very philosophical.

What does it have to do
with our dead body?

Victim had experience
digging holes.

Based on his callouses

and his ten years
in the Marines.

Feel you're headed
towards a point?

He used an entrenching shovel,
I imagine.

Which takes more effort,

gets more grit
in the fingernails,

and has a unique blade
shape, which coincides

with the wound pattern
on Mr. Overton's skull.

Huh.

So he was killed
- with his own shovel.
- Likely.

We could confirm that

if you found one
at the crime scene.

No shovel.

No three million dollars either,

if it was even there.

Oh, I'm guessing it was.
Or some of it, at least.

I found higher
than usual amounts

of C17H21NO4

and staphylococcus
on his fingers.

Translation?

Cocaine and feces.

Found on 90%
of all U.S. currency.

Oh, well, that's it for me
and paper money from now on.

Imagine your kidnappers followed
Mr. Overton to the grave.

Killed him.
Took the cash.

If that's what happened,

they wouldn't need
Sadie anymore.

They said they'd send
ransom instructions by noon.

Then I suppose you'll
have your answer soon.

Hey, I don't understand
what we're doing here.

I mean, they already
have the money.

They-they won't call.

We don't know that
for sure, Caleb,

so we proceed as planned.

- As if they're gonna call.
- And if they do?

- I mean, what-what do I say?
- Listen, you take a breath, okay?

You listen to their instructions

and then you answer
in the affirmative.

And you'll try and keep them
on the line this time.

Okay, Caleb.
This is you.

Caleb?

- Caleb, is that you?
- Sadie?

Baby, oh, God.
Are you okay?

Ha-Have they hurt you?

No. I'm okay.

Just... just do what
they say, okay?

Then I can go home.

If not...

Do you have the money?

Uh, I... D...

Y-yes. Yes.

Yes, yes.
I've got it here.

Bring it to Sandy Beach Park.

Remember. Two bags.

Come alone.
Wait for instructions.

You have one hour or Sadie dies.

Wait, wait, one hour?
No, I need more...

Wait, let me speak to...

We don't have the money.

He said he was gonna kill her.

How fast can we get
an advance team to Sandy's?

Already making the call.

We're on the move in ten, Caleb.

What?

How we looking,
money-wise?

Uh, maybe 50K in FBI cash,

another 25 from NCIS
and some stacks of funny money

that won't fool anyone long.

- We'll have to make it work.
- Okay.

- Hey, boss.
- Yeah?

If the kidnappers didn't take
the three million,

who did?

Kidnappers are smart.

There's a lot of distractions
in that park.

Plus, there's
a lot of foot traffic

- during this time of day.
- Yeah, we're gonna stop 'em.

There's 20 federal agents
heading there now.

Kai and Whistler
are escorting Caleb

with the fake money.

Which leaves us to finding
the actual money.

You got something?

Turns out, three million
dollars goes missing

from a secret convoy--
exploded or not--

the military doesn't
write it off so easily.

I talked to a friend at
DoD inspector general's office.

They ran
an independent investigation.

Yeah, which included
interviewing

everyone in Iraq who knew
about the cash in the convoy.

Total of nine
personnel.

Five Marines,
four civilian contractors.

Only one of whom
currently resides in Hawai'i.

Marlon Vega.

He oversaw the transfer
of the cash

from the States to Iraq.

He's kind of like
a traveling bank teller.

He lost his job
when cash disappeared.

I'm guessing you don't think
his being in Hawai'i

- is a coincidence.
- Well, Vega's had issues

since he got back Stateside.
Drinking, drugs.

Got arrested for assault,
skated on a technicality.

Yeah, his last known address
is over in Kahaluu.

We're gonna go check it out.

Okay.

Yes, hello?
I'm here.

KIDNAPPER [distorted]:
You have the money?

All of it.
Where are you?

Take it to the restroom

at the far side
of the parking lot.

You have 20 seconds to comply.

I-Is that where Sadie is--
the restroom?

Take the money to the restroom.

Leave it in the stall and go.

You have ten seconds to comply.

All right.
All right, all right!!

Okay, the money's there.
Now what?

Hello?

Hello?

Caleb's heading
- to the parking lot.
- All right.

Eyes open.
It's showtime.

We've got
incoming.

Federal agents!

- Stop!
- WHISTLER [on comms]:
Move in. Move in.

Hey!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Stop the damn car!

Don't move!

Whoa.
What's with the guns?

Sadie Latham.
Where is she?

Sadie what now?

The woman you kidnapped.

I didn't kidnap anybody.

I'm just doing a job here.

Why'd you run?'Cause I thought

you were trying
to carjack me, dude.

And the bags--
why'd you take them?

Some dude hired me to
on TaskRabbit.

Paid me 500 bucks
to get it done quick.

Damn well better pay

to fix my whip
now, too.

Our TaskRabbit was hired

by a Patrick Logan
to grab those bags.

Which is an
alias, of course.

He was supposed
to receive a call

telling him where
to deliver the cash.

We're still waiting.

Kidnappers watched
- the whole thing.
- Probably.

Which means they know
we're onto them.

Except it doesn't feel like

we're onto them.

What are we gonna tell Caleb?

The truth.

What happened?
Did-did you find her?

It didn't go as we expected.

Sadie?

Baby, what'd they do?

They said I should say goodbye.

What do you mean, goodbye?

You did this to her.

Caleb, help me! No! Caleb... No! No, no, no!

No, no, sto... Stop, stop, wait, wait, wait!

Did they...

She's dead?

Oh...

- Hey.
- Oh, no. No.

We're not sure
what we saw, okay?

Let's, um... let's...

Let's just hold on,
- Marine. Yeah?
- Hey.

You got this?

Yeah.

Please tell me you traced
that video call, Ernie.

I traced the
video call.

No blockers or signal bouncing.

Just a straight shot

to an old bait and tackle shop
on the west side.

I'll get Jesse and Hanna
- over there.
- Here's the interesting part.

The shop's been vacant
for a year.

Just went under a new lease

to none other than Marlon Vega.

The only guy on the island

who knows about the stolen
three million dollars.

FBI is about ten minutes out.

All right, let's move.

But if there's clowns in there,
you're on your own.

I got movement inside.
One suspect.

One, two, three.

- Marlon Vega! Federal Agents.
- Freeze!

They never listen.

- I'll go around.
- All right.

Damn.
That is scary.

Marlon Vega, stop!

Damn it!

Stop shooting. You're done.

This wasn't supposed
to go like this.

This wasn't supposed to happen!

Yeah, well,
I didn't have "shoot-out

at the old bait and tackle shop"

on my to-do list, either,
so give up.

Shut up!

Tell me where
Sadie is, Marlon.

Just let me get out of here!

Drop the weapon!

Any sign of Sadie?

She's not inside.

Damn.

We're too late.

Got coast guard dive teams
searching the area,

but there's no guarantee
they'll find Sadie.

Yeah, well, it's almost
certainly guaranteed they won't.

And all we have
to ID her is the blood

found at the bait shop.

Hopefully, Commander Chase
gets a positive ID.

May offer

some sort of closure for Caleb.

Just lots of unanswered

- questions here.
- Yeah, like, where's the

- three million dollars?
- And why'd they
keep up the kidnapping

once they got the money?

W-We're assuming Marlon Vega
had a partner.

Who managed
to evade identification

even after forensics
swept the bait shop.

It's possible.

Yeah, but it's
not likely.

Well, if you're looking
for tidy endings,

you won't do better than this.

The shovel that killed
Brock Overton?

Probably Sadie, too.

Hidden behind some moldy boxes
in the storeroom.

Along with the cell phone
he used

to make the ransom calls.

And this damn clown mask.

So it looks like his partner
double-crossed him,

disappeared and then left Vega
holding the bag?

Yeah.
That's what it looks like.

What's off here?

Can't say.

Oh, it's Commander Chase.

Maybe she'll fill the gaps.

As I know you're aware,
the body tells a story.

You can learn a person's
deepest secrets

just by observing
their biology.

And what have you observed
with Marlon Vega?

He lived an unhappy life.

One filled with narcotics
addiction and alcohol abuse,

both of which
exacerbated hypertension.

None of which
help me figure out

who he partnered with
to kidnap and kill Sadie Latham.

Kidnapped, yes.

Killed? I'm not sure.

What do you mean?

We heard Marlon beat Sadie
on the video call,

we have the murder weapon
and her blood

- is all over the scene.
- Yes, we have her blood,

but it's telling me
a different story.

- Okay, what story?
- The video call

showed your suspect raining
blows down on her from above

and behind, like so.

The spatter should be cascading
in a flooding pattern

on the wall of the opposite side
of the wound.

Like this.

In this case, however,

the pattern was sort of blotted
along the wall,

almost as if someone
poured it on and spread it

with a sponge.

So, you're saying

that the blood splatter
was placed?

Postmortem?

I can't say.

- It's all you've been saying.
- No, I mean, I cannot confirm

it was done postmortem
because I cannot confirm

Sadie Latham is dead.

The blood you found
at the scene was not shed today.

Oxidation
of the hemoglobin suggest

it had been stored
in very cold conditions

for at least five months.

So, you're telling me that
this murder was staged.

And the kidnapping partner
we're looking for

is Sadie Latham herself?

Progress report on Sadie Latham?

Yeah, we put a BOLO out.
Her photo's floating

in every airport,
train station, bus depot

and cruise line
in North America.

She's not going anywhere.

No, she's already gone, but...

maybe we can keep her
where she's run to.

Ernie... You want me to tell you how
she pulled it off, don't you?

I want you to give me anything
that can get me closer to her.

However she planned this,
she didn't use the Internet.

There's no emails or alias
accounts or even secret banks.

Her footprint is nonexistent.

Well, she had plenty
of time to plan this,

but she couldn't
have done it alone.

'Cause she didn't, but Marlon
Vega's body is in the morgue.

- No, he was a patsy.
- So, Sadie

tricks him into
pretending to kidnap her,

then follows Brock to the grave
where the money was.

Kills him, takes the cash.

And stages her own murder.

Sounds a lot like my ex-wife.

I mean, except for
the murder part.

Lana said that there was
two kidnappers in that van.

I'll have her brought in,
see if she knows anything more

- about the second suspect.
- Good.

I got Kai and Whistler
talking to Caleb Latham again.

Mm. Can't imagine
that's going well.

That bitch!

Are you sure?

I know it's hard to believe.

I sacrificed everything for her.

How could she do this?

That's what we're gonna ask
when we find her.

And for that, we need your help.

What exactly can I do?

I mean, look, you know her
better than anyone.

Yeah, well, clearly,
that means nothing.

You know her better than us.

Is there anywhere she ever
mentioned wanting to go?

I don't know, um,
lots of places, man, uh...

She liked the beach.

- Any particular beach?
- She would talk about

going on these vacations,
you know, uh, Greek isles,

Phuket, Fiji.

I always said, uh,

we already lived
in paradise, right?

How'd she know about the money?

I never said a word.

Does the name Marlon Vega
mean anything to you?

He was a contractor involved
with the money you stole.

So, we think Marlon Vega
suspected what you did

and he came to Hawai'i
to confront you.

But found Sadie instead.

This is...

this is screwed-up.

And Brock didn't deserve
any of this.

Hey, do you want to do right
by Brock?

Yeah.

Then help us
bring her to justice.

There must be something.

You should ask Lana.

Yeah, those two were
constantly together.

You know?
Like, best friends.

Maybe she was honest with her.

Lana Kyle
in the conference room?

Lana Kyle was not at home,
nor was she at work

or answering her phone
or even carrying her phone.

Get this--
it was left in her car

that's been sitting
at the Kahala Mall for two days.

- You're kidding me.
- No.

And Lana was the one that told
us there was two kidnappers.

But if Sadie went willingly,

Vega wouldn't have
needed anyone else.

Are you telling me that
Lana Kyle is our third suspect?

And she handled all the details.

Using her own identity?
That's not very smart.

No, using her sister's identity,
who died three years ago.

Okay.

What details
did Lana's dead sister handle?

Foreign banks, new identities,
plane tickets

and a hotel in Fiji.

Cheers to you, girl.

Mmm.

Money and freedom.

Tastes good, doesn't it?

It worked out
just the way you said.

I still can't believe it.

Listen.

Couldn't have happened
without you, babe. No way.

And now we're in this
to the end.

To the end and back.

Oh, that is a funny
way to put it.

Since you're both
definitely going back.

To the mainland, to face,

oh, just a lot of charges.

Oh, you can
certainly try, Sadie.

Might even get the drop on me.

But then there's
these guys.

Sadie?

She's not gonna help you.

In fact, she was probably
planning on stranding you.

If you're lucky.

Just ask her husband.

No! Please!

It was all her.
She forced me to do it.

I swear to God.

- What the hell?
- She is a monster.

- That's bull!
- Don't worry, girls.
You'll both get your chance

to tell me everything.

- Sadie planned it all!
- Aloha.

Please! Stop!

Hey.

- You hear from Tennant?
- Yeah.

It's gonna take a couple days
to work out extradition

for Lana and Sadie.

Tennant is staying put.

She deserves some R and R.

Yeah. Kai and Whistler
are finishing up

with Caleb, then we're gonna
hit the bar. You want to join?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll meet you there.

All right.

Feeling like
something's wrong, Ernie.

Yeah, but we can't
talk about it here.

- War room?
- No time.

Here, here.

Casual. Casual.
Shut this.

All right.

What am I looking at?

This is from the motherboard

of the secret laptop
you brought me.

You broke the code?

There isn't a code.

Well, I mean,
there is a code,

but not the one I
was trying to break.

Maybe skip to the urgent part.

This is a Trojan horse.

And it was activated
the moment anyone

tried to break into
the internal files.

What does this Trojan Horse do?

Infects whatever system
is trying to access it.

You're saying
your system's compromised?

No, because I wasn't the
first to access it, was I?

You didn't come directly to me,

even though I'm the best
computer specialist you know,

no matter how quirky.

No, Ernie,
I didn't come to you first.

The ELITE team tried
to break the firewall

while they were still
in Pakistan.

Then whoever planted this has
been inside the ELITE server.

For, like, three days.

Which means the entire
operation's been revealed.

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