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Oh, you see these?

The ones with the long black spines?

They're called wana.

Those are the dangerous ones, yeah?

Yeah, only if you touch 'em.

Here, the smaller purple ones you can actually hold.

Yeah, I'll pass.

Okay.

Actually, this one's even cooler.

If by "cool", you mean gross and slimy...

No, no, no, you don't even have to touch it.

Geez, Jasper!

- What the hell? - What...

Come on! Come on!

Hey.

Admit it, I got you good.

All you got was a place on the couch for the night.

Gabby.

My throat.

I can't...

I am not falling for another prank.

I, I need he...

Babe?

Babe?! Babe?!

Babe!

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You guys gonna say anything?

Eventually.

We're just taking it all in.

It's all really doable.

I'll plan the big moves.

But then with a Eurail Pass,

I can sort of play the rest by ear.

Okay, but where are you gonna...

There are hostels everywhere,

so plenty of places to stay.

- Great, but also... - And I'll be with people,

you know, the whole time, so it's safe.

And if you're wondering what I'll learn...

Mom, you always say

first-hand experience is invaluable, right?

What's more first-hand than this?

Well, clearly you put a lot of thought into it.

- Cassandra helped. - Yeah,

it's got her fingerprints all over it.

What's that mean?

It means we've never discussed the idea of a gap year.

'Cause it wasn't really a thing when you were my age.

But lot of colleges encourage a trip like this.

You haven't even

- gotten into college yet. - But when I do,

I'll just be deferring for a few months.

- Do you have any more questions? - I don't think so.

I do.

Who's paying for this?

- I am. - With what?

My bank account.

There it is, Jane.

There it is.

Okay, look, just hold on.

What? What? It's my money, okay?

Grandma and Grandpa gave it to me.

- For college. - For education,

and I'd learn so much on this trip.

My parents didn't save their entire lives to give you a fund

so you can blow it on some road trip with your girlfriend.

Daniel.

Guys,

we're gonna need to table this.

That's convenient.

That's my job.

You know, how she earns money?

Guys, we're just gonna take a breath,

okay, everyone, and we'll...

Yeah.

It's weird.

I've never seen the beach this empty before.

Never been the scene of a sudden death of a Marine before.

No official C.O.D. yet?

Marine Corporal Jasper Kanahele

stepped into a tidepool

and 30 seconds later had a massive seizure and died.

Reason number 67 why I never step foot in the water.

Figured living with Whistler,

she would've got you on a surfboard by now.

Our love is strong

but not surfboard strong.

You do know what happened here is really unusual, right?

The ocean didn't give him a seizure.

Uh, all I know for sure is

feet, water, death, so...

Yeah, well,

I'm sure, uh, Commander Chase can give us some context.

Let me know what she says.

You're really not coming?

Oh, I'm not, I'm really not.

Mm-mm.

Feet, water, death.

Got it.

- Good morning, Kai. - Hey.

Assuming Lucy went to get protective gear.

Uh... No.

Do we need it?

Uh, only if you take two more steps toward me.

Otherwise, you should be okay.

Right.

So, uh, you know what we're dealing with?

You've heard of a closed-room mystery?

- Yeah. - This is a closed-pool mystery.

Can't figure out why he seized?

Oh, no, Corporal Kanahele died of a fentanyl overdose.

Get that from an instant tox screen?

Got that from these.

They were in the tidepool with him.

MCRT ran a test.

100% pure fentanyl.

- And lots of it. - Okay, so the mystery

is how the fentanyl got in the pool.

And at a high enough concentration

to kill a fully grown man in an instant.

There's no chance that the drugs were his?

Victim's girlfriend insists

he never did a drug in his life.

People lie.

Science doesn't.

I swabbed his nose and mouth. Came up negative.

Drugs likely entered his bloodstream

through abrasions on his feet.

So we're chalking this up as a tragic accident, then?

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

MCRT just handed me these.

Six more bags of fentanyl scattered across the beach.

Is that for me?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

But based on that face,

I should've gone with the extra bold.

I asked the state to shut down

all east-facing beaches until we figure out

where the fentanyl came from and how far it spread.

Oh, I'm sure they took that well.

19 calls and counting.

Hawai'i tourist bureau, hotel unions, surf clubs.

I told them all the same thing...

better annoyed tourists than dead ones.

Yeah, that's the right call.

I mean, this stuff is insidious.

If the devil got into the drug business,

fentanyl would be his product of choice.

You speaking from professional experience?

Let's just say fentanyl and I go way back.

Okay, thank you. We're now up to

14 bags across three beaches.

None extend past the high tide line.

So they washed to shore.

Are we thinking drug drop gone bad?

Whatever happened, we now have multiple beaches

reporting a substance easily dissolvable in water

and deadly to the touch.

And no idea how much is still out there.

Okay, get the geolocation data to Ernie

- so he can try to triangulate. - On it, boss.

Spread the word.

Guys, no one travels

without a drug rescue kit.

Not until this case is over.

Hey. What do we know about fentanyl on the island?

It's everywhere.

Some of it stolen from hospitals and pharmacies,

most of it imported from outside sources.

What about the bags we found?

Based on chemical analysis, it's 100% pure.

And it's been flooding the island for months.

Any idea who's bringing it in?

FBI and DEA believe

it's the Caldero cartel out of Colombia.

Why would a Colombian cartel run drugs through Hawai'i?

Either as a distribution hub, ferrying narcotics from

China, where they're made, to the mainland,

or they're manufacturing them here.

In the islands?

It's hard to tell.

It's the first real evidence

the Calderos are operating here at all.

Well, hopefully it'll get us closer to shutting them down.

Just need to find how those drugs washed up on the beach.

But that's insanity!

You hear yourself, right?

You're saying I need to spend 60,000 just to fix it up,

and then still lose 20 when I sell?

That's not how math works.

By your logic, I should just

burn it down and take the insurance.

I'm kidding, I'm totally kidding.

I'll get back to you.

You selling your place?

No, my father's place.

Your father?

It's a long story.

So tell me.

My father passed the other month.

Left me some property I need to get rid of.

Oh, guess it's not a long story.

God, Ernie, I'm so sorry.

Real estate's a fickle game.

No, I'm sorry about your dad.

There's nothing to be sorry about.

He died... the other month.

You didn't say anything.

There's nothing worth saying, so...

Anyway, I inputted the geolocation data

where our drugs were found.

Based on current patterns

and a little help from an algorithm I wrote,

I'm 98.6% sure the fentanyl

was dumped about a quarter mile off the Kailua coast.

98.6% sure?

I'm actually 100% sure.

I just wanted to appear modest.

Ooh, it worked.

You appeared 1.4% modest.

Why would somebody dump drugs out at sea?

Only one way to find out.

Whoo!

Sometimes I pinch myself they pay us to do this.

Yeah. Makes up for every late-night stakeout,

that's for sure.

Can't remember the last time I was out this far.

I just want to jump in, you know?

Yeah, you're the waterman.

I'm more of a boatman, but I hear ya.

We're getting close to the spot.

I'll get Wilbur.

He's the tall diver with the good hair, right?

I always forget his name.

No, that's Carl.

Shame on you.

He got you cupcakes for your birthday.

Yeah.

This is Wilbur.

As in an acronym for something?

As in Orville's brother.

Ah-ha-ha, the Wright Brothers,

'cause it's a drone.

Uh, well, Wilbur isn't just a drone.

I modified him with

an underwater laser-scanning camera.

If there's something down there, we'll find it.

Like a sunken crate filled with drugs?

Who knows?

It's not every day I get to spend time with my little buddy.

That's cool, Ern. I like you, too.

No, I meant Wilbur.

Oh.

There's a whole lot of nothing down there.

Yeah.

No active reef, no fish.

Mostly sand and...

What's that?

Uh, it's hard to say, given the depth,

but it doesn't look natural.

Need to get down there and see.

Could be a sunken ship.

Some sort of debris.

Yeah, all sorts of weird stuff ends up in the ocean.

Uh, let's just let the professionals check it out.

I'll just ask Carl and his team to suit up and take a...

... look.

It's like he's staring right at me.

I mean, if he still had his eyes.

Kind of unsettling, right?

Definitely unsettling.

This one really gets my juices going, too.

The crabs and fish had already gone to work

on the corpse, not to mention all the water decay.

Judging by decomp,

he was down there about 45 days.

That's pretty nasty.

Were you able to get an I.D.?

Dental records match

a Mililani resident named Stanley Chao.

I'm assuming the crash killed him.

Other way around, actually. A myocardial infarction

caused him to lose control of the aircraft.

How could you tell?

Labs showed extremely elevated cardiac troponin levels

consistent with somebody who had a recent M.I.

I only got one question.

If the pilot's been dead for six weeks,

why are the drugs just coming ashore now?

Okay, Jesse. Great.

Listen, we gotta check with forensics

to see if the plane holds any answers.

All right, I'll be in soon.

Bye.

What's up?

You were out late last night.

I was studying at Cass's place.

And hiding in your bedroom, hoping I'd leave

before you came out for breakfast?

I wasn't hiding.

Avoiding, evading, dodging.

This. I was avoiding, evading, dodging this.

Alex, we need to talk about it.

- So you can tell me no to Europe, too? - No.

Is it 'cause you don't like Cass?

You don't want me to be around her?

No, we like Cass just fine.

You dropped a bomb on us yesterday.

Out of nowhere.

It wasn't out of nowhere.

I've been thinking about it for weeks.

Really put the work in.

I thought you'd be proud of me for taking initiative.

I am. Okay, really, I am.

But it was just last month that you were

finally cleared to play baseball again.

I thought we had a plan.

You guys had a plan.

I... I didn't know what I wanted.

But then this trip came along,

and I felt excited for the first time since my injury.

Okay.

I hear you. And I respect it.

So...

can I go?

You're 18.

Can't stop you.

But you can manipulate me into doing it your way,

like you always do.

Okay, I like to see it more as

illuminating the righteous path.

Mom.

Look,

if you want to take a gap year

and go to Europe...

your father and I aren't gonna stop you.

Really?

We're not gonna help you, either.

- But... - Just like we said,

that money is for college and college only.

So, if you want to go,

you gotta figure out a way to pay for it yourself.

- Okay. - Okay.

I will.

You're telling me he didn't mention it at all?

No, I think I'd remember if he told me his dad died.

Two months ago.

In South Carolina. I looked it up.

Look, if he didn't want to talk about it...

I know, it's weird. He didn't tell any of us.

I was gonna say, if he didn't want to talk about it,

then maybe we should respect that.

Which is why I'm talking to you about it.

Can I help you with something?

Hey, Bam Bam.

It's me.

Special Agent Holman, this is...

Special Agent Tara.

I know who you are.

Why are you here?

Oh, uh, for the plane.

That we fished out of the water.

With a dead guy in it.

Sure.

Here it is.

Yeah, we see that. Um, any insight?

It was definitely the source of

the fentanyl that drifted to shore.

Aside from the intact baggies that we found inside,

there are traces of the drug all over the cabin.

So the drugs just floated out after impact?

Actually, no.

The plane was secure when it crashed.

Someone liberated the drugs after the fact.

These burn marks are made from a mixture of strontium nitrate

and potassium perchlorate.

Mixed together, they make underwater flares.

- Used by divers at night. - Mm-hmm.

So someone went down there to retrieve the drugs.

Yep, and during the salvage operation,

some of the packets got free and drifted to shore.

Any idea how much fentanyl was on board?

Mm, best estimate, several crates.

Could be 100 kilos.

This cargo strap was cut with a serrated dive knife.

I found five other pieces that were sliced the same way.

Are we thinking the dealers came for their own stash?

Why would they wait so long?

'Cause they wouldn't have known where to look.

Your pilot turned off his transponder.

No one would have known where he went down.

That explains why the crash wasn't picked up on radar.

Yeah, but then how did anyone find it at all?

Okay. What do we know about our dead pilot?

Stanley Chao lived alone.

No family. He was running a nearly bankrupt

one-man tour and cargo operation.

Yet we found 70 grand in cash at his apartment.

So, running drugs to stay afloat.

Sure. And the drug dealers

who hired him would have known his rough route.

Maybe it just took 'em a while to find the plane.

The Caldero Cartel is moving

a bunch of this stuff through Hawai'i every month.

A kilo is worth maybe four grand wholesale.

Why risk exposure retrieving any of it?

They wouldn't.

Just write it off.

If not the cartel, then who?

So, someone...

found that plane,

pulled off a sophisticated salvage operation

50 feet beneath the sea in the middle of the night.

Now, that... that takes experienced divers.

Can't be that many divers with this particular skill set

on the island.

This is Hawai'i.

The best watermen in the world live here.

But experienced divers

looking to unload a dangerous product,

that is not all that common.

Look, whoever took the drugs will be trying to sell them.

Let's start there.

Right.

Every one of these places is the same.

Same old-timey dive suit,

same big trophy fish on the walls.

Same nasty glares as we walk in.

Don't judge, Luce, that might be awed reverence

for our public service.

Hey there. How you doing?

Got a few questions.

Mm-mm.

- We don't talk to cops. - Whew.

Ooh, that's awe, all right.

Maybe, uh, I don't know,

let me handle this?

Need a little charm in your approach.

Aloha!

Do y'all mind if we talk?

Wow, that was amazing.

- You should teach that at FLETC. - Shut up.

You drinking?

Oh, I mean, wish we could,

but we're on duty.

No drinking, no talking.

That's the rules.

You kidding?

Hey. Hey!

Hey, buddy, get back here.

And answer some questions

or risk having this whole place shut down.

Police tried to shut this place down

three times over the last year.

Noise complaints, fighting.

How about distribution of Schedule II narcotics?

No, that's new.

It's also against the rules.

Look, I get it. You don't like cops,

we don't like surly bartenders,

so same, same.

But some divers stumbled upon

several crates of high-grade uncut fentanyl.

And we already have one death

from accidental overdose,

so the longer this crap is out there...

I can't help you.

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

No, you just thought of something right then.

You're deciding not to help.

I don't want to get involved.

What you don't want are those drugs out there.

I promise you.

Ring the bell,

and maybe I'll help.

This bell right here?

- Sure. - Jess...

What's going on? What's happening?

Read the rules, Jess.

Every ring of the bell is a round on you.

You just bought three.

Geez.

Dude was in here a couple days ago.

Trying to move serious weight.

I tossed him out.

Cash or credit?

This is the place.

Put the respirator on.

No, they always fog up on me.

This stuff is volatile, all right?

I'm gonna have to pull rank here.

You outrank me?

Obviously. Put the respirator on.

Cameron?

You here?

Seems empty.

Except all the lights are on and the door was open.

Back there.

Careful.

Federal agents. Don't move.

He's not moving anywhere.

What's the verdict, Commander?

Well, we're supposed to think the victim died

of an accidental overdose.

But that's not what this is.

See that?

Yeah, looks like ligature marks on his wrists.

Bruising on the arms, too.

Someone tied him down,

shot him full of enough drugs to stop his heart.

Then removed his bindings and slipped away.

No sign of the stolen fentanyl anywhere here.

The cartel tracked Cameron down before we could.

Killed him and took their drugs back.

Maybe.

You got another theory?

This was likely cartel,

but what if the drugs weren't here?

What if someone else has them?

And who would that be?

Cameron's partners.

Amanda Lee and Tyler Malone...

Cameron's partners in Journey Hawai'i Tours.

They started the company three years ago.

They take tourists on extreme adventures.

You think Amanda and Tyler have the stolen fentanyl?

Accessing the downed plane at night was

at least a two-person job,

so Cameron couldn't have done it alone.

And since they're not in custody...

I'm assuming they're in the wind?

Well, their socials went dark

around the time Cameron was killed.

Residences are empty,

cars still parked in the marina.

And their tour boat is missing.

Transponder?

Nah, turned off.

- Cell phones? - Left in their cars.

Okay.

Uh, let's assume they know the cartel is after them.

Lucy, can you contact

the harbormasters on all the islands

- and reach out to the Coast Guard, too? - Mm-hmm.

They might be rookie criminals, but they're expert sailors.

If they don't want to be found,

- they probably won't be. - Mm.

Maybe, but the channel between the islands

can be treacherous even for experienced sailors.

Yep. So, I dug into Journey Hawai'i Tours' purchase orders.

They bought a handheld GPS device last year.

- You able to trace it? - Uh-huh.

At 6:22 this morning, their device pinged

on a remote beach on Kauai.

Jesse, Kai, go find them.

Hey, Ernie.

Don't do that.

Don't do say hello?

Don't say it with

all that "I'm sorry your father died" energy.

But I am sorry.

And I know it, and thank you.

I'm fine.

Let's track the cartel.

I, uh... I respect your feelings.

You don't want to talk about your dad.

- I'm not gonna make you. - Great.

But if you did want to talk,

know that I'm here.

To talk, if you want, which I know you don't.

You done?

I think so.

Let me show you what I found.

The Caldero cartel has covered their tracks completely.

The only sign of them is their product.

So, I have been looking into

our dead pilot's movements instead.

- And? - Chao played it smart.

No digital connection to the cartel,

no communications, no bank deposits.

So we're at zero?

More like 30,000 feet.

I-I don't care how careful someone is.

There are pieces of data you can't hide.

For instance, flight manifests

filed with the FAA.

Chao's Cessna takes off and lands

at a variety of airports around Hawai'i.

Makes sense for somebody running

a tour and cargo operation.

Except these three trips in the last few months,

he takes off and lands at the same airfield.

- Maybe he took tourists on a day trip? - Mm-mm.

There were no other passengers listed on the manifests.

And he was gone for at least eight hours.

I'm not following.

Cessna has a six-hour range.

So Chao landed somewhere secretly?

Find out where, and money to malasadas,

you'll find your cartel hub for all these drugs.

Yep.

These guys are really trying to get lost out here.

Figure they realized how big a mistake

they made stealing those drugs?

Figure I don't care. I got zero sympathy for them.

That's a little harsh.

Look, every packet of fentanyl they stole

might as well be a loaded gun.

Yeah, it's a dangerous narcotic.

Not just dangerous.

Lethal.

I feel like you got a story to tell.

Not my story.

Hitchcock and Gomez.

Worked night patrols at the Second District back in D.C.

Hitch had 20 years in, five kids.

Gomez was putting himself through

law school on the weekends.

And one night, they got a call.

Two students, Georgetown, OD'd in their dorm.

I'm detective on deck.

Show up to the scene, what do I find?

Two dead bodies.

No, four.

You know, Hitch and Gomez found the kids on the floor.

What does their training tell them?

- Try lifesaving measures. - Yeah.

Gave the kids mouth-to-mouth...

and like that, stopped breathing.

Just from the residue on their lips.

Spent the morning informing two kids' parents,

Gomez's wife and...

Hitch's whole family.

Man, I'm sorry. I...

Like I say... not my story.

I'm just the only one left to tell it.

- Hey, if you need a moment... - Hey, you smell that?

Smoke.

Yeah.

Damn, it's been going a while.

Hey, you think Amanda and Tyler were here?

- Oh, my God! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey! - Tyler... please help him!

- Hey, you can't go in there! - Tyler! But Tyler!

Amanda, Amanda, if he was in there,

there's no helping him now.

I'm sorry.

This can't be happening.

I went for a hike, and Tyler was just fine.

Why were you here on Kauai?

I wanted to get away for a few days.

And the crates of fentanyl you stole?

How does that play in your getaway?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know exactly what I'm talking about, Amanda.

Tell the truth.

Why are you acting like this?

My friend just died in a fire.

No, he didn't.

There was no one inside.

No sign of the drugs.

Oh, thank God.

Tyler's okay.

Probably not.

What do you mean?

The fire wasn't an accident.

Someone poured gasoline all over the cabin.

- Who would do that? - The same people who killed

your other partner, Cameron.

- Which you clearly know about. - Which is why you and Tyler

were hiding in this cabin with the fentanyl you stole.

Hey, Amanda.

Listen to me... those drugs belong to the Caldero cartel.

They clearly want them back.

- Two people are dead already. - Two?

Yeah, a Marine died

from your drugs contaminating a tidepool.

- I feel sick to my stomach. - Good.

Now you know how deep you're in it.

So talk to us, Amanda.

Look, I told Ty and Cam

I wanted nothing to do with any of this.

It was so stupid, taking those crates.

But you helped?

I'm the one who found the plane.

Tracking tiger sharks.

I wanted to call the Coast Guard.

Ty and Cam wanted a closer look.

And when they found those drugs?

They saw an opportunity.

To pay off our boat, the equipment.

I-I begged them to just walk away.

They wouldn't listen.

What-what happens if that cartel has Tyler now?

If the Caldero cartel got their drugs back,

Tyler's probably dead.

Got endless FBI and DEA reports of informants

and enemies they've killed over the years... none pleasant.

My gut says he's still alive.

Why would they keep him alive?

To get information, figure out who else he told.

See if anything could lead back

to their operation in Hawai'i.

It's hard to believe Tyler

knows anything about their operation,

considering we can't track it.

There is no can't, Kate Whistler.

- There is only when. - What does that mean?

It means we have the answer.

Actually, I have the answer.

Ernie's just here for the ride.

I mean, it was a team effort.

I spent all morning trying to find out where

Stanley Chao's plane was secretly landing.

And coming up empty.

That's when I came in to save the day.

That's when she came to ask

- for my assistance. - Okay.

The real clue wasn't in the flight manifest.

It was in the chemical makeup of the fentanyl itself.

You should tell them what we found.

Someone should.

The fentanyl we're dealing with

is nearly 100% pure.

Which means, of course,

it's a fraction of a percent impure.

And it's that fraction that gives the whole operation away.

It's mostly sulfur dioxide.

I know we're supposed to be impressed.

There's only one place in Hawai'i where

there's a higher-than-normal amount of sulfur dioxide.

Kilauea.

The cartel is manufacturing fentanyl

- near an active volcano. - It's a great cover for them.

Remote, far from prying eyes, hard to spot.

Hard, but not impossible.

Call REACT, let Jesse and Kai know.

We're bringing these guys down.

Estimating ten, maybe 12 suspects.

Several armed, all with protective gear and respirators.

Respirators mean the drugs are inside.

Drugs aren't the only thing that's inside.

I got eyes on Tyler.

And a lot of fentanyl.

So we're a go to breach?

It's not that simple, Lucy.

We got our drugs, the bad guys, our missing man.

And a lot of guns and volatile chemicals in there.

If we go in hard,

a stray bullet hits those drugs, they aerosolize.

Tyler's a sitting duck.

Need to get him out now.

If we go in now, there's a good chance Tyler dies.

Hey, we stay put, he definitely dies.

So, two bad options.

I got a third.

I go in, grab him, get him out before you breach.

That's a terrible idea.

Best bad idea we got.

Jesse, what the hell are you doing?

Grabbing the kid and getting him to safety.

That's a terrible idea.

That's what I said.

Going in alone surrounded by armed suspects?

I learned from watching you, boss.

Can we at least take a beat here?

Not really. I'm steps away.

And I'm the only good shot at getting Tyler back safely.

Okay, Kai, I want you and REACT ready to move

the moment Jesse and Tyler are clear.

All right.

- Ready to roll. - Okay, Jesse.

Go for it.

I swear, I didn't tell anyone.

It was just me and Cameron.

- Shh. Quiet. - It was just me and Cameron.

- I said shut up. - Please don't hurt me anymore.

Hey, kid.

See what it says on my chest?

- I'm the good guys. - You're getting me out of here?

Yeah, if you close your mouth for two seconds.

Can you walk?

Yeah, I think so.

You really are a pain in my ass. Come on.

All right, I got Tyler. We're coming out.

Jesse, wait.

Jesse.

Hey there.

Kai, what's going on there?

No visual on Jesse.

We got gunshots!

Kai, breach now!

Federal agents! Put your guns down!

Put this on.

Put your guns down!

Guns down!

Come out with your hands up!

Hands up. Come out.

- Exterior clear. - What about Jesse?

Go.

Hey. You good?

Yeah, I'm just a bit dizzy, but otherwise...

Jesse...

Hey, hey, talk to me.

Get to that Narcan, Kai.

He's seizing.

Hang in there, man.

Hang in there, Jesse. Come on.

Administering Narcan now.

Hey, Jesse.

Hey, hey.

His pulse is thready.

Come on.

Hang in there, Jesse, come on!

I got you. Hey.

Come on, Jesse.

No breath sounds.

Come on, Jesse.

Come on, Jesse.

Hey.

Come on.

I got you. I got you.

We got him. He's back.

We got him back.

I feel like crap.

Hey.

Hey, shouldn't you be at the hospital?

Yeah, well, I got a clean bill of health.

And I wanted to personally escort

Tyler back here for questioning.

That kid's been through a lot.

Kid's also responsible for this whole mess.

Caldero cartel did more than their fair share.

And we shut their operation down.

Took a lot of drugs off the streets.

For now. There'll be more.

- As it's always been. - Yeah.

Fentanyl is different.

I mean, people don't think it's dangerous

'cause it's prescription, but this street stuff...

- It's insidious. - Yeah.

And dealers mix it with other drugs.

Some kid could be at a party and take a hit

from a joint and die in an instant.

Some kid?

Our kids.

You worried about Gracie?

Yeah, almost constantly.

- What about you? - Same.

Though right now, I'm trying to keep Alex

from running to Europe with his girlfriend.

Oh, yeah?

That's a new one.

Luckily, he doesn't have the money to pay for it.

Perfect.

Oh, look, it's my hero.

Yep, okay, that's two you owe me.

Yeah, well, Heather's baking you a cake.

You headed home?

Yeah. Hey, you cool with that job for Alex?

What job for Alex is that?

At my dad's restaurant.

Hina hired him for weekends.

Something about earning money for a trip.

When did this happen?

Uh, today, I guess, while we were fighting crime.

Yeah, sure, I'm cool. Yeah.

Hey, you're here late.

Mm-hmm, I offered to do Jesse's paperwork

since he almost died today and all.

How long is he gonna milk that?

Oh, weeks, I'm sure.

What's your excuse?

I'm just reading up on, uh, South Carolina real estate law.

Ah, your dad's house.

Yep, gotta get rid of it somehow.

'Cause you're trying to get rid of any connection to him?

Nice try.

Still don't want to talk about it.

And I respect that.

But you should know that if you want to get rid

of that house, I happen to live with

a very talented former lawyer

who loves dissecting contracts.

And kicking legal butt.

Thanks, Luce.

I might just take you up on that.

Okay, good. You should.

My father wasn't around much when I was little.

Usually, he was with a girlfriend.

When my mom finally kicked him out,

I was maybe... seven.

He wasn't around at all.

Man, I'm sorry.

He...

lived maybe a mile from my place.

Two-minute drive.

He wouldn't come.

Not for birthdays or graduations or holidays.

I got past it, learned to accept it, you know?

It was just me and my mom.

Didn't bother me. He didn't want to see me.

I didn't want to see him, either.

I threw myself into my school.

Did my own thing.

And I got accepted into every college I applied for

with a full ride.

And that is when I went to go see him.

Two minutes away.

To show him what I did without him.

And what happened?

He wasn't there.

He'd moved away.

Like, months before...

to South Carolina.

The house you inherited?

Who knows? Who cares?

I think you do, Ernie.

So, yeah, I'd like to get rid of the house.

If Whistler could help, that would be great.

Yeah, I'll talk to her tonight.

Thanks.

Hey, Ernie?

Yeah?

Your dad doesn't know what he missed out on.

Thanks, Luce.

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