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- ♪ Crazy ♪
- ♪ Do, do, do ♪

♪ I'm crazy for feeling ♪

♪ So lonely ♪

♪ I'm crazy ♪

♪ Crazy for feeling so blue... ♪

- It was absolutely insane.
- Oh, no.

No, when I landed,
when you first got there,

- two feet, it was so crowded.
- Oh, wow.

Uh, Neil?

Oh, thank you.

♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪

♪ And crazy... ♪

People drinking
and dancing in the street.

Mm-hmm. You are so well-traveled.

Well, that's the problem
with working so hard.

You have to watch life go by
from inside a hotel room.

Well, I think

a lot of fun things
can happen in a hotel room.

♪ I'm crazy for trying and crazy... ♪

♪ And I'm crazy ♪

♪ For loving ♪

♪ You ♪

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NCIS.

What kind of musubi
you got tonight, Holman?

Hey, Johnson.

Uh, spam as usual,
and I just sat down, so...

I figured.

You know, I've been working
the security shift in Kalaeloa

five nights a week for...

Eight years. I know.

Right after retiring
from the Marine Corps.

Yeah, and you know
what my wife always says.

Nothing good happens after 1:00 a.m.

Yeah, and thankfully,
we still have a few hours.

Speaking of, I've actually...

Yeah, I'm not gonna hold you.

I got a flight coming in 20 from SFO.

Some big tech billionaire
in the oral hygiene space.

Coming in for the night
just to go for a swim, probably.

Imagine having that kind
of money, right?

I wouldn't trade a cold beer
and the love of a good woman

for eight of those fancy jets.

Hey, that's what I love about you, Paul.

Listen, I, um...

- Maybe we can chat in a bit.
- Yeah.

You go ahead, have your dinner.
I'll check in on you later.

All right.

Johnson, I really...

Yeah.

Okay. All right, we're on our way.

Now, you could remove Betty's coil wire,

distributor cap or rotor,
but that's only on cars

that were made before the mid-'90s.

Anything after that...

What's wrong?

I don't see how teaching
me to dismantle a car

is getting me any closer to driving one.

Gracie, I'm teaching you the building
blocks here. It's important.

But that's not the point,
Dad. You're stalling.

Am not.

Look, another thing to know

about cars made
before the mid-'90s is that...

Great.

You know what?

This is an excellent
learning opportunity.

Let's pop the hood
and find out what's wrong.

Hey, Kai, what's up?

Yeah.

I got to go in. Pick this up later?

Can't wait.

I don't believe you, but I love you.

- Ooh!
- Ah!

Oh. What?!

You'd think I did this for a living.

- Wow, wow, wow. Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

I-I surrender to you, almighty queen

of the glow-in-the-dark mini golf.

Thank you. You know what the secret is?

Superpower night vision?

That. And... the Lucy Tara wrist flick.

Observe.

Boop.

See?

- You just flick it.
- Flick it?

I don't think I've been mini-golfing

- since high school.
- Uh, yeah,

I know it's a little silly
for a first date, but...

No, no, it's the perfect amount of silly

for a first date.

Um... Oh, shoot, uh...

I lost you to the PGA, didn't I?

Well, I'm sorry, it's work,
so I-I just have to...

I have to go.

But can I get a rain check?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

- Thank you.
- See ya.

It's a start.

It is.

May I?

Please.

It's not so much blending
as it is connecting.

I, uh, completely agree.

- Better?
- Much.

Learn the rules like a pro

so you can break 'em like an artist.

Hmm. The man knows his Picasso.

Oh. Sorry.

Oh, man.

I can't stay. I'm sorry.

I go where my creativity takes me.

Picasso?

Lil Wayne.

I'm sorry to ruin your Friday night.

Hmm.

Criminals can be so inconsiderate.

Victim is Elliott Sacks, 41.

Federal prosecutor
from Arlington, Virginia.

He called the Hi-Oc from the Wembley.

A federal prosecutor from Virginia.

What's the NCIS connection?

Navy Seaman Neil Blake.
Moonlights as a driver.

This is his car.

- But no Blake.
- No.

Fled the scene, but he wasn't
the only one in the car.

Bellhop at their hotel says Sacks

got in the Hi-Oc with a woman.

Saw them at the hotel bar together.

So this is a manhunt.

That's why I called everyone.

Any sign of the woman?

Forensics found some hairs.

We'll see what they turn up,

but this is Blake's eighth
pickup of the night.

Right, so it could be anyone's hair.

Looks like he was shot point-blank.

Yeah, twice in the head.

Found some nine-millimeter
casings in the front.

Great. There's only 8.1 billion rounds

of those sold every year.

Was there any sign
of a robbery gone wrong?

Sacks still had his wallet
and plenty of cash still in it.

Maybe Blake was having
some sort of mental break.

It's possible.

Or maybe Blake knew the woman or Sacks

and had some sort of beef.

Also possible.

If Blake is a suspect, why dump his car?

- I mean, he can't get far on foot.
- He's not on foot.

HPD got a report of a stolen car
a couple blocks away.

Driver was male. Witnesses say
there was a passenger.

Let me guess. Female.

She a suspect or a hostage?

I don't know, but I don't like it.

We need to find Blake and this woman

before anyone else gets hurt.

Hey, what can you tell us about Blake?

Good Shabbas to you, too.

Neil Blake is a machinist's mate.

Enlisted four years ago.

He's also been driving
the night shifts for Hi-Oc

five nights a week
for the last four months.

How can a person work
two full-time jobs?

Money is a solid motivator.

Blake's Navy take-home pay
is around 3K a month.

He probably makes double that
working for Hi-Oc.

Well, maybe, but according to the app,

he's had mixed reviews.

Like violent murderer mixed?

Like he's not much of a talker
and enjoys country music mixed.

Uh, is that a bad review or a good one?

No, I mean, working
five-night shifts for Hi-Oc

and 40 hours a week for the Navy is a...

it's a solid recipe for mental burnout.

Yeah, but not necessarily
a recipe for murder.

No, unless you combine burnout
and a history of anger issues.

He was written up twice
for insubordination.

Then, two years ago, he started
a physical altercation

with someone from his unit;

knocked out a guy's tooth.

Was he reprimanded?

All nonjudicial punishment.

He was counseled and required to see

a behavioral psychologist, which he did.

No problems since.

All right, Blake had seven
pickups before this one.

Why shoot a federal prosecutor?

What do we know about Elliott Sacks?

Ivy League undergrad,
Ivy League law school.

Clerked for a federal judge,
then rose in the ranks

at the D.C. D.A.'s office

until he took a job as
an assistant U.S. attorney.

He also likes skiing
and ultra-marathons.

Ooh, for those who don't think
26.2 miles is enough.

Okay, well, any possible
connections to Blake?

None. Worlds apart in every way.

Guys, what was Sacks doing
on the island?

Not sure. Still waiting to hear from

FBI field office to get info
on any official business.

You tried Whistler?

Home and cell. No answer.

What? It's 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday.

How should I know where she is?

6:00 a.m. on a Saturday.
I know exactly where she is.

Yes, I will go find her.

Please and thank you.

Ugh.

Lucy.

Yeah. Hi.

You're here at the beach.

I am here at the beach, yeah.

It's weird. Um, I, uh,
was just looking at you.

For you. Was looking for you.
I mean, I-I need you.

For business. Work. Uh, invest...

There's an investi... We have a case.

I am just gonna try again. Um...

I... I am here on official business.

There was a murder,
and we need your help.

Oh. Yeah, of course.
I'll grab my clothes.

Yeah.

You do that.

HPD's still looking for Blake
and the woman in full force.

- No hits on the stolen car?
- Nothing so far.

But, I mean, it's been hours.

They-they could be deep in the woods,

in a ditch somewhere.

The car could have broken down,

and human traffickers
could have picked them up

off the side of the road.

Okay, that third scenario
seems a little unlikely.

Sorry, it's just, lately,
I've been looking at

every car on the island like a potential

black hole of misery.

Gracie has her learner's permit

and is now determined
to get her license.

That's usually how it works.

She's a responsible kid, Jesse.

It's not her that I'm worried about.

It's every wacko with 3,382 pounds

of steel at their disposal.

Hey.

Blake's commanding officer
says that other than

the occasional complaint
about being tired,

Blake's been a model sailor
for the last two years.

- You speak to anyone in his unit?
- All of them.

All with the same headline:

"Since his anger management training,

he's been on the straight
and narrow; a changed man."

I would have to disagree
with that assessment.

Finally found some CCTV
footage of the stolen car.

NCIS.

That's the right make and model.

And a woman in the back seat.

He's driving like a bat out of hell,

and she does not look happy.

All right, update HPD.

Let's try to get a clear image
of the woman. Identify her.

- Yep.
- Thanks.

Hey, that was Whistler.

So our dead federal prosecutor
doesn't seem to be working

any active cases that would
have him in Hawai'i.

- So just a pleasure trip?
- Not sure.

But he did put in several calls

to Whistler's colleague at the FBI,

Special Agent Keith Jones.

- I guess they knew each other.
- What did Jones say?

He didn't want to
discuss it over the phone.

Whistler's heading to his house now.

All right, Jesse, you and Lucy
meet her there.

Find out why Sacks was on the island.

Whistler, what's your 20?

Uh, I just arrived at Agent Jones's.

We're a few behind.
Do you have any indication

why Sacks flew in?

He was cagey about the whole thing.

But Jones was shocked
to hear about the shooting.

I don't know, it's...

What's going on?

Whistler!

Gunshots from the house.

Be careful, Whistler.

Okay, I'm just coming up
to the front door.

Do you see anything?

Okay, um, Jones is dead.

Shot in the head. Blake is here
but no sign of the woman.

Where are you now?

I'm covering outside.

- Blake see you?
- I don't think so. I'm not sure.

Just stay put, Whistler.
Whatever you do, do not...

I have to find his hostage.

- Just wait. Whistler, do not...
- I'm going in.

...go inside.

Federal agent.
Hands where I can see them.

Stay where you are.

I need you to get down on the ground...

NCIS!

Put your hands on your head!
Down on the ground now!

You okay?

- She went out the back door.
- Who?

- The killer.
- Okay.

This is NCIS Special Agent Tara.

I need backup and an ambulance
at 231 Keola Street.

Got a female suspect
armed and dangerous,

and an agent down.

You have to go after her.

No, no, I'm not going anywhere,
and neither are you.

Okay, I was moving
to secure Seaman Blake

and, oh, she came out of nowhere.

And you didn't check your blind spots?

- I thought I did.
- Well, you didn't.

'Cause she came out of nowhere.

Anything else you can tell us about her?

Tattoos, piercing,

a regional accent?

Oh, no, we didn't exactly
make small talk.

You put the compress back on your jaw.

I'm fine, Lucy.

Nothing is fine about this situation.

You went in without backup.
You should've waited for us.

- I mean, you could have been killed.
- All right.

She knows that she
got in a bit too deep,

but I think she learned a lesson.

And thanks to her,
we have Blake in custody, so...

- Put the compress...
- On the jaw. Yeah, got it.

Whistler.

- Who's that?
- Uh, my boss.

Uh, ASAC Curtis,

this is Agent Tara and
Agent Boone, NCIS.

- How are you?
- Oh, I-I'm fine. Just some bruises.

Uh... And some minor head trauma.

I briefed Agent Boone and Agent Tara

on everything I know about the suspect,

and I intend to...

No, go to Tripler. Immediately.

Yes, sir. Look, I don't know

what the hell happened in there,

but I lost one agent today,
and that's enough.

We're really sorry about Agent Jones.

Is it true that you went
into that house without backup?

- What were you thinking?
- I...

Thank heavens she did.

Yeah, because there-there
wasn't a moment to spare.

And because of Whistler, we now have

a suspect in custody back at NCIS

and invaluable info on the other.

Yeah, and what we need now
is to find a connection

between our two victims.

Well, Agent Jones and, uh,
Elliott Sacks were friendly.

They worked together in D.C.
a few years back.

Do you know what Sacks
was doing on Oahu?

I don't know. But I intend to find out.

I'll look through, uh,
Agent Jones' notes

and his calendar
back at the field office.

- Do you mind if I join?
- I insist.

I'm glad you're okay.

All right, I'm gonna wrap up
here, head back to Pearl.

Feel better, Whistler.

Hey.

Thank you.

Yeah. You're welcome.

I arrived at the hotel.

Sacks and the woman got in.

Uh, he was telling her a story.

Yeah, what kind of story?

Something about travel.

And then what happened?

One minute, they were kissing,

and then she just shoots him.

Out of the damn blue.

I-I tried to jump out,
but she put the gun on me

and said to keep driving.

But you abandoned the car.

There was blood all over the window.

She forced me to steal another one.

Did she tell you why she was doing this?

No. But she had a plan.

Gave me an address and said
she wanted me to drive there.

Said if I didn't follow her instructions

or tried to get help, she would kill me.

Neil, what happened in that house?

We-we snuck in through the back door.

She sent me first.

The guy was eating breakfast.

And he just looked at me...

surprised, then... then she shot him.

God, the look on his face.

Hey.

You're doing great, okay?

I need you to dig deep, Neil.

Can you think of anything else
she said to you?

Um...

Uh, she called me "Rain."

Rain?

Like, uh, like from the sky?

No, like, like, "Keep driving, Rain."

I think, uh, I think she had an accent.

Yeah, I-I don't know from where,

but it wasn't American.

That's a good detail, Neil.

Is there anything else?

Like, anything that could explain

why this woman killed two people?

Two people?

Uh, there were three.

- We made another stop before the house.
- Where?

The Honolulu Palm Hotel.

Room 303.

Hey. Just spoke to Kai.

HPD confirmed a third body
at the Honolulu Palm.

A New York lawyer shot in his bed.

Two lawyers and an FBI agent.
They gotta connect.

- What do you got on the lady-killer?
- Uh, not much.

Working on a sketch to give
to law enforcement,

and then I'm gonna send out
to international databases, too.

Where'd you get this?

I drew it based on CCTV footage

and Blake's description.

Like... with your hands?

No, Jesse, with my feet.

What's wrong? It's hard to get
an accurate jawline

based on hearsay.

No, I'm actually really impressed.

I'm more of a stick-figure guy myself.

You don't say.

It's gonna take a beat
till I can narrow down

where this woman might be from.

I mean, there's 195 Interpol
offices around the world.

All right. Hey, what about Rain?

No impact on the process.

No, man, Kai said that
our suspect called Blake "Rain."

Said, "Keep driving, Rain."

Rain? What does that mean?

Might be, like, a nickname.
Like, I got a buddy Dave we call Pinky.

Why?

'Cause he's always there
but doesn't do much.

What? You thinking nickname?

No. Sort of.

It's not "Rain." It's rehén. Spanish.

For "hostage."

That may just narrow the field.

Thank you.

I never met Agent Jones, but I...

I know it's a great loss. I'm sorry.

Yeah, he, uh...

...he was a good one.

He brought us, uh,
malasadas every Friday.

Kept me off a diet for four years.

Well, we'll get his killer.

Jane Tennant's never let me down.

Good news.

Whistler is gonna be fine.

That's great. She was a big gift for us

after turning down
that promotion at DIA.

- Uh, promotion?
- Yeah.

They wanted her in
a management role in D.C.

Whistler wanted to stay in Hawai'i.

- Lucky for us, I guess.
- Yeah.

His notepad.

You think this is in code?

This is today's.

"Deposition 10:00 a.m. C.D."

Was Jones supposed to be
at a deposition today?

- On a Saturday?
- Yeah.

I'll make some phone calls,
see what I can find out.

Uh, by the way, Agent Curtis,

you were lucky to get Whistler.

Yeah.

Adam Greensboro, defense
attorney from Rye, New York,

specializing in corporate liability law.

Shot in the head twice,
just like the other two.

He arrived yesterday and was
scheduled to leave tomorrow.

Flew in all the way from New York
for a weekend visit.

Didn't even pack a bathing suit.

A federal prosecutor, an FBI agent,

and now a defense attorney?

No way this is a coincidence.

The federal prosecutor
and Agent Jones were friendly,

but there's no evidence they
were working a case together.

And there's nothing connecting
Adam Greensboro to either of them.

Definitely smells like
a professional hit.

And she may not be done.

Come on, guys, we have got to find

the connection
between these three victims.

What were the lawyers
doing on the island?

Uh, we-we may have an answer.

And you're right, she's not done.

There are no official cases
linking Federal Prosecutor Sacks

to Defense Attorney Greensboro.

At least not on public record.

Waiting for a "but."

But when we went through
Agent Jones's notes,

we found something about a deposition

taking place today at 10:00 a.m.

Yet no deposition exists
on the official calendar

of either the prosecutor
or the defense attorney.

Figure the deposition was secret.

What kind of case requires
this much secrecy?

An extremely high-profile one.

We found another piece in Jones's notes.

The initials C.D.

This is where things get interesting.

Our defense attorney Greensboro
specializes in

corporate liability,
and was recently retained

by Carter Dunlap: C.D.

As in Dunlap Armor?

One of the biggest arms
manufacturers in the country.

Two brothers, Carter and Jeremy.

But things are not going well.

They're facing international civil suits

for their role in smuggling arms
to South American cartels.

There have been whispers
of criminal charges.

The attorney general wants to hold them

- personally responsible.
- If that's true,

it would be huge.

Arms manufacturers have never
been successfully prosecuted.

And governments never had
an inside witness before.

Rumor is Carter's gonna
turn on his brother,

come clean about selling guns
to the cartels.

Well, if Carter Dunlap testifies,

his company goes down.

And all these cartels
could go down with them.

Pretty strong argument
for hiring an assassin.

Murder everyone involved
in the deposition.

Where's Carter now?

No idea, but it's a safe bet...

He's on Oahu, with a target on his back.

Carter Dunlap's not listed
on any commercial flights

into Honolulu in the last two weeks.

Still checking private.

You check flights to Maui,
Kauai and the Big Island?

Yeah. And cruise ships and yachts

and fishing boats.

And he's not registered
at any hotels, either.

Maybe he's using an alias.

Maybe he's just not here at all.

He's definitely on the island.

Dude, how long have you been there?

I don't know, a few hours.

Got a little lonely downstairs.

How do you know Dunlap's on Oahu?

Manifest from Kalaeloa Airfield.

He was on a NetJet
from Wilmington to Honolulu

arriving last night.

- Any idea where he is now?
- Not yet.

I know someone who could help.

Paul Johnson. He works night security

at Kalaeloa, so if
Carter Dunlap arrived there,

Johnson definitely spoke to him.

All right, Kai and Jesse,
go talk to him.

Maybe he'll help us track Dunlap.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Come on in, fellas.

Can I fix you some coffee?

No, we're okay.

- I'm sorry if we woke you.
- Nah, nah.

I'm just getting ready
to fix some breakfast.

At 2:00 p.m.?

That's early in the morning for me.

You know, I've been telling
Holman here for months

that he needs to stop by
and look at my stamps.

Did he tell you that I have

a U.S. Air Mail six-cent red?

Uh, no, he never mentioned that.

Johnson, we're actually
here on business.

We have some questions
for you that may help

with an investigation.

Oh. Uh, this isn't a personal visit?

Master Sergeant Paul Johnson,

retired, at your service.

At ease, Top.

We're looking for some info

on a passenger that arrived
at your airport last night.

Carter Dunlap.

He was on a NetJet
arriving from Wilmington.

Yeah. At 2318 hours.

Came in with a bodyguard.
Left in a hurry.

You have any idea where he was headed?

I tried to chat him up,
but he's not the friendly type.

I can find out where he went.

- You can?
- No problem.

He got into a car service
with my buddy Alan.

He's the one who shore-fishes in Kaena.

Hey. Think you can give him a call?

Well, my...

little black book is in the kitchen.

I can call him right now.

You and Paul are tight.

No, honestly, I barely know the guy.

I met him getting coffee
once before night shift.

I left my wallet in the car,
and then he just spotted me.

Now he calls me every
night shift like clockwork.

Guess it's kismet...
You helping out some lonely guy

and now he's helping us solve a case.

No. No, he's not lonely. He's got a wife

he doesn't stop talking about.

So, mostly, I just try and...

get him off the phone.

All right. Alan said

he dropped your dude off at

4562 Waiholo Street

in Kahala.

Little after midnight.

Does that help?

It does.

Hey, thank you, Paul.

Of course.

- Anytime.
- Yeah.

Kahala address is a luxury Airbnb.

Carter booked it under an alias.

Sounds like a lovely location
for a secret deposition.

Hopefully not
a lovely location for a murder.

- You got a moment?
- Not really.

You're gonna want to hear this.
Hot off the presses.

We got a hit on a suspect
all the way from sunny Brazil.

Andrea Medina?

Born in Argentina.

Former soldier
in the Brazilian drug trade,

with ties to various cartels.

She's been linked to at
least 20 murders for hire

in South America.

Sounds like she's expanded
her business to the U.S.

Someone in the cartels
or the Dunlap organization

probably hired her
to stop this deposition.

Yeah. That's why we got to go. Now.

Good luck. I'll be here.

Federal agents. Open up.

We're gonna need Boom-Boom to open this.

Who is it?

Federal agents, Mr. Dunlap.
Open the door.

Oh.

We're looking for Carter Dunlap.

Ask for I.D., Martin.

Can I see some I.D.?

Mr. Dunlap, we're NCIS agents.

We need to talk to you right away.

Ask them what this is about.

There's been a series of murders
in the last 15 hours.

Every one of them is connected to you.

I knew it.

It's okay, Martin. They're here to help.

I-I knew something was wrong

when Greensboro didn't show.

We know this all must be very upsetting.

All this planning to get here...

Mr. Dunlap, we know about the
troubles your company is facing.

The civil lawsuit,

the possible criminal investigation.

We believe someone or some outfit

has a strong interest
in stopping your deposition.

Yeah. I know exactly who's behind it.

My brother Jeremy.

Okay, you think your brother
hired a hit woman

to stop your deposition?

I know he has offshore bank accounts

to take care of problems... like me.

That is why I am trying to stop him.

He's taken the good name
of my family's company.

He's gotten in bed with-with
drug dealers, thieves.

I think you should come with us.

Why? Do you think the
killer knows where I am?

Yes, we do.

You'll be safer at Pearl Harbor
under protective custody.

Yes. Whatever you say.

I-I will go.

Martin, we need to pack a bag.

My clothes. Laptop.

All the gluten-free items
from the cupboard.

Yes, sir.

I'll go with you.

No, it's okay.

Martin knows where my things are.

Does he really think
I was gonna help him pack?

No sign of Andrea out here.

So unless we go...

Shots fired from inside the house!

Get down! Get down!

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

Three shots from the upper level.

Suspect's still in the house.

- Kai, Lucy.
- Clearing the house.

We got to get Carter out of here.

Let's go, Carter. Let's go.

Out there in the open?

Better than in here with the shooter.

I got her!

Heading towards the beach side
of the property!

You okay?

Yeah.

But she's not.

Chamomile tea.

Splash of milk?

It's got some milk in it, yeah.

This looks like an interrogation room.

Because it is.

Safest place you could be.

Ah.

Let's take this time to chat.

I hope we can keep it brief,

considering my brother hired
someone to kill me today.

Must be hard.

Your own brother hiring a hit woman

to murder a federal prosecutor,

an FBI agent and your defense attorney.

It's a known fact that
he's been doing business

with drug cartels.

This was his attempt to silence me.

And he hired one of the best.

My father always said,

"If you're gonna do something,
do it right."

Why do you think she shot
your bodyguard and not you?

I don't know.

Clearly, she was aiming for me.

And missed?

I got lucky.

I don't think she missed, Mr. Dunlap.

I think murdering your bodyguard
was her exact order.

And all the orders

came from you.

That's absurd.

Everyone who was killed
in the last 24 hours was

an important player in the case
against your family's company.

And I was next.

Except your bodyguard.

He wasn't important.

He was a sacrifice.

To make it look like
you were the target.

That's ludicrous.

I am the whistleblower here.

- My brother...
- We just spoke to your brother.

He's got a much different

and yet similar story.

Says he's the one
about to turn state's evidence

against the company.

And those offshore bank accounts

that you told us
belong to your brother...

Well, we did some digging and...
they're yours.

Four $100,000 payments made
to a Brazilian bank account

linked to Andrea Medina.

So you might want to start this story

from the beginning.

I want to speak to my lawyer.

That's gonna be hard.

Since you had him murdered.

I'm gonna grab a tea.

You should be horizontal.

Oh, the-the doctor said

movement is good for a cracked rib.

Really?

No.

Uh, not even close.

So, I heard you-you
took down Andrea Medina.

Yeah.

She won't be hurting anyone anymore.

Look, I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about...

...being so hard on you earlier.

"Feelings are like waves.

"You can't stop 'em from coming,

but you can choose which one to surf."

Wow.

I did not have Lucy surf quotes
on my bingo card today.

I've, um... I've been seeing this...

I, uh... Never mind.

Okay. Well...

I...

Well, I guess I should go.

Is it true?

Uh...

What?

That you...

turned down a big job
in D.C. so you could...

...stay-stay here in Hawai'i?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well...

I-I was... I was going to,

and then, you know, all that...

all that business with Cara happened...

No. No, don't. Don't. I-I will not...

let you hurt me anymore.

I won't let you do this to me.

- Because I wanted to be closer to you?
- No.

No, because you ruined everything.

Because we had something so special.

Then you broke my heart
into a million pieces.

Because I loved you, Kate.

I... Don't.

Don't say anything else, please.

Didn't expect to find you
in here, Gracie Grace.

Someone had to work on Betty.

Here.

Try her out.

Okay.

- You fixed her.
- Yeah.

Turns out she just needed a jump.

Luckily, we had the Subaru.

How'd you know how to do that?

YouTube, Dad. Duh.

Right.

Hey.

How 'bout we take the
old girl for a spin?

Really?

You think I'm ready?

Yeah.

I think you're more than ready.

How 'bout we take the Subaru instead?

Sure.

Ah. You're back.

Sorry about last night.

- I-I had a work emergency.
- Oh.

Well, you're welcome to finish.

Take all the time you need.

Hey, listen, Marci.

I have something to admit to you.

This is bad.

It's really bad.

I'm actually a-a much better
artist than this.

I know.

You-you do?

Mm.

"Art is a lie
that makes us realize truth."

Pablo Picasso.

So can I just cut to the chase and...

can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Or do I have to sign up
for another ten-lesson package?

Let's see
what you can actually do first.

Skylar.

Mom, I'm home!

Hi, honey!

Hey. Johnson.

Hey. How you doing?

Yeah, I was, um...

I was just... just thinking about you.

Yeah?

All right, what's on the menu?

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