01x04 - Paniolo

[bunniefuu]

♪ E komo mai ♪

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- WOMAN: Let's walk, girls.

♪ E komo mai ♪

- ♪ E komo mai ♪
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ I'm finally home. ♪

(TIRES SCREECH)

♪ ♪

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

(MURMURING)

WOMAN: Somebody call .

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

♪ ♪

Howzit, Hina?

Oh, look who finally
makes an appearance.

(CHUCKLES) That your way of
thanking me for the new job?

It's my way of reminding you
you got responsibilities here.

No, but, seriously...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Thank you for the new job.

Though your dad for
sure is gonna fire me

when he hears I called you.

- You did the right thing.
- Gonna right-thing my way

right out of a job.

You're fine. How is he?

Stubborn. Like you.

WALLY: Junior Boy.

For katsu, always double-dip the batter!

Hey, Dad.

She didn't say it was this bad.

Your face is all buss up.

Hina call you?

Somebody had to.

She's a spy.

She's a friend, Dad, and
she wouldn't have needed

to call me if you did.

- It's nothing.
- It's not nothing.

I slipped. End of story.

What'd the doctor say?

You know the rules. You
like to stay in my kitchen,

you got to help work.

Pile of dishes not gonna
wash themselves.

You didn't see a doctor?

No need for involve any doctors.

Why are you running the kitchen,
Dad? You can barely stand up.

Kimo! Da burner's too hot!

What, you think this place
made out of money?

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

On my way.

Hey, Dad, you need to get checked out.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- I'm on time.
- (EXHALES)

If you're on time,
you're five minutes late.

I have a big brother, thank you.

Two of 'em, actually.

I've also already been here
for minutes confirming

our injured Marine's out of surgery

and able to talk with us.

The next minutes were
spent waiting for you.

(CHUCKLES) Well, there is such
a thing as being too on time.

Anyway, I was just talking
to the responding officer.

- And?
- Wounded Marine

is Master Sergeant Kaleo Whitman.

HPD was called when
he fell off his horse

in Ka'a'awa. Shot in the left flank.

KALEO: It was my day off.

Just riding up Kahana.

And, all of a sudden, I-I felt
this white-hot pain on my side.

Felt like the shot came afterward.

What happened next?

I rode as fast as I could
before I got shot again.

Any idea who shot you?

I didn't see anybody.

There are hunters up there.

Must've been one of them.

Mistook me for a trophy?

There's nothing funny about this.

I know, babe. I'm...

I'm sorry.

Uh, let's go over this again.

NALANI: I don't understand.

He just told you it was an accident.

NCIS investigates all shootings

involving Marine or Navy personnel.

Even if it's an accidental one.

Does it need to happen now?

My husband just got out of surgery.

It's best to get it when it's
fresh in his mind, yeah.

Won't take long.

Babe, you know what I could use?

Some of them ice chips
the nurse promised me.

- Please.
- (SNIFFLES)

I'm sorry.

- It's just a lot for her.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Be a lot for anyone. (EXHALES)

So you're riding up there,

minding your own business and then...

- (SNAPS FINGERS)
- ... bang, you've been hit.

You don't call out or look for help?

I was in the middle of nowhere.

Figured I could ride for help.

Didn't realize how bad it was

till blood started pooling on my saddle.

Any chance this wasn't an accident?

What, like someone
intentionally shot me?

Guys,

I work in career planning.

Spend my off-time with my family.

Pretty boring stuff.

This was...

(STRAINED): just bad luck. (GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Near-fatal g*nsh*t wound on
a morning ride is just bad luck?

Could be. But Jesse and Lucy thought

there might be more there.

Said the wife seemed like
she wanted them gone.

So you did some more digging
on Whitman's background.

Uh-huh. (EXHALES)

Master Sergeant Kaleo Whitman

spent most of his career
with the st Marine Division

and the Marine Mounted Color Guard

until he requested a transfer
home four years ago.

Stationed at K-Bay as a career planner.

Lives with his wife and son.

Record clean?

Few minor dustups

before he enlisted. Kid stuff.

Marines straightened him out.

I'm assuming there's a "but"?

Now, this is where it gets weird.

Kaleo said a hunter tagged him, right?

But these are the approved
hunting grounds in the area.

And... this is the location
Kaleo said he was shot.

Two miles seems a little far for
a hunter to accidentally stray.

I mean, it's possible.

But... ?

Spoke to Forensics.

The b*llet pulled from
Whitman was a . .

From a handgun, not a r*fle.

Maybe he didn't know.

Kaleo Whitman's been a
Marine for close to years.

- He probably knew.
- Which means he probably lied.

What else is he lying about?

♪ ♪

JESSE: Kaleo said he was
shot a half mile from here,

but this is the area the
dogs tracked the blood to.

Risky play, lying to NCIS.

Considering he must've known we
were gonna check his story out.

(BARKING)

This is where Kaleo was hit.

Blood spatter's consistent
with a slug to the side.

Okay, what else do you see?

(INHALES, EXHALES)

Judging by the fact that
the suspect used a handgun,

not a r*fle,

as well as the b*llet trajectory...

Dense tree cover this way.

Only clear position the sh**ter
could've had would've been...

around here.

Which is a clear line of sight.

Kaleo was on horseback in a
bright-colored flannel shirt.

Which isn't something
you accidentally hit

unless you're... drunk or blindfolded.

Drunk,

blindfolded or on a ATV.

And ATVs are loud.

Which means he saw the suspect,
or at least heard him.

Also means

not a single part of
Kaleo's story is true

except that he got shot.

KAI: Jesse and Lucy

found at least seven shell
casings at the crime scene.

This wasn't accidental.

Whoever shot Kaleo intended to k*ll him.

So I spoke to his C.O.
and members of his unit.

Kaleo was squared away.
No sign of trouble in his life.

All evidence to the contrary.

Time for him to tell us the truth.

He's gone.

He left in a hurry.

He pulled his IV.

No doctor would have authorized this.

Reach out to HPD and put out a BOLO.

Kaleo Whitman may be on the run.

♪ ♪

Master Sergeant Whitman disappeared

after a nurse's visit
to check his sutures.

Slipped out of the hospital
and no one saw him leave.

Dangerous move, considering
his internal injuries

from being shot.

Hey. Gave Mrs. Whitman a wellness check.

Says she has no idea
where her husband is.

You believe her? Considering
she was all squirrelly

- at the hospital?
- Well, something's off.

I asked HPD to sit on
her house, just in case.

What about their son?

LUCY: HPD's trying to track
him down at his school

and bring him home.

No one informed him
that his father was shot?

Wife said she wanted him
to have a normal day.

Yeah, that makes no sense at all.

Stay on the wife. Find the son.

Whitman was in some type of
altercation out in the woods.

Took a b*llet for his trouble
but won't say a word about it.

Well, did he flee or was he taken?

ERNIE: Oh, he fled

but had help doing it.

Game tape doesn't lie.

JESSE: Is that guy wearing cowboy boots?

ERNIE: Real deal, too.
I'm guessing Ariats.

Heritage Roughstock.

Had a pair in the ' s.

It was a look.

How 'bout a more traditional
ID on the man?

(EXHALES)

Hoku Alia.

Name he gave hospital
security at check-in.

Hung out in the lobby
for about ten minutes,

then left out a back exit with Whitman.

Hey, shove over for a second.

What? That's like bumping Kirk
out of the captain's chair.

Yeah, come on. You're hardly Kirk.

You suggesting that
you run the Enterprise?

Okay, you can both be Kirk

if someone can connect these two men.

Kaleo Whitman was in the Marine
Mounted Color Guard, right?

Those positions are
usually given to guys

who grew up in horse
country on the mainland.

But Whitman is from Oahu.

- JESSE: Yeah.
- _

Raised in a paniolo family.

Hawaiian cowboys.

ERNIE: Alia Ranch, as in Hoku Alia?

JESSE: Looks like
these guys are cousins.

JESSE: Whitman and Hoku
were raised on this ranch.

Still run by his parents.

And Whitman's parents?

His dad died when he was a kid.

His mom wasn't around.

Kaleo started acting out.
The Alia family took him in.

I'm guessing he still has ties?

That's why he moved back to the island?

Yeah, he's been bringing
his son Micah here weekly.

They compete in rodeos.

Got to give the Hawaiians credit.

Integrating cowboy
culture into their own.

Goes all the way back
to King Kamehameha III.

I didn't know.

Cowboys have a code, right?

So do paniolo.

They use the word "hanohano".

"Honor".

You read an article or something?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Nah.
I just like cowboys.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Federal agents.

Looking for Kaleo Whitman
and his cousin Hoku Alia.

Just want to talk to 'em.

PANIOLO: Sorry, ma'am.

Can't help you.

Boss.

Five o'clock.

Hoku Alia!

Saw that coming.

(PANTING)

- (NEIGHS)
- (GASPS)

♪ ♪

(GRUNTS)

- MAN: Leave him alone!
- (PANTING)

(AGITATED CHATTER)

I didn't do anything, man.

First rule of not looking guilty...

don't run from the Feds.

Where's your cousin Kaleo?

(PANTS) I don't know
what you're talking about.

Second rule... don't lie to the Feds.

We have video of you
leaving Tripler with Kaleo.

If you don't want this whole ranch
crawling with NCIS agents,

you'll want to be more forthcoming.

(PANTING)

(SCOFFS)

Kaleo called,

said he needed some new clothes
to leave the hospital in.

So I brought them.

Nothing ill*gal about that.

So why'd you run?

You reminded me of my ex-wife.

Funny.

Your cousin's been shot.

He's already lied to us
about what happened.

Now he's disappeared.
This doesn't look good.

- Where's Kaleo?
- I don't know.

(HORSE NEIGHS LOUDLY)

- (SHUSHING SOFTLY)
- (SNORTS)

(WHISPERING): It's okay.

It's okay.

Somebody shot your cousin.

And if he's running, then he's worried

that someone's gonna finish the job.

Or he's going after them.

Neither version ends well for Kaleo.

By not talking to us,

you're jeopardizing his life.

Isn't 'ohana important to you?

Hanohano?

I brought Kaleo here.

He took his horse, headed mauka.

Your gut-shot cousin

took off into the mountains
and you didn't ask why?

Which stall?

What?

Which stall was his horse in?

♪ ♪

(THUMPS)

What you got, boss?

Backpack.

Looks like a kid's.

HOKU: I don't know
what you expect to find.

- Kaleo's a good guy.
- (UNZIPPING)

It's crystal meth.

More than three pounds.

Nothing good about that.

♪ ♪

Been doing a chemical analysis

of the meth we got from the ranch.

Since you called us down here,

kind of figured there'd be more.

Michelangelo didn't paint
the Sistine Chapel in one day.

You're comparing this
meth to Michelangelo?

He's comparing himself to Michelangelo.

Well, to be precise, I sculpt with data.

He sculpted with marble.

Right. That is the only difference.

All right.

Good news, bad news.

The meth has a unique chemical makeup.

If we can track the distribution,

I might be able to figure
out who's dealing it.

Okay, what's the bad news?

I need to take a trip to HPD

to access the... narcotics database.

That's bad how?

(GROWLS)

Detective Reed.

From the drug task force.

They used to date. They don't anymore.

It's a thing.

Never mix business with pleasure.

People just end up getting hurt.

- Broke your heart, huh?
- (PHONE CHIMING)

It's okay.

Uh, it's HPD.

No sign of Whitman's son
Micah at school today.

- Or anywhere.
- Since the meth

at the ranch was found
in a kid's backpack,

I'm thinking this isn't a coincidence.

Time to check back in with the wife.

- Okay.
- See what she knows.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS) You got to be kidding me.

LUCY: Is that from Tennant?

It's just family stuff.

Want to talk about it?

I've had every issue
imaginable with my family.

Nope. I'll pass.

Seriously?

We're both millennials.

Oversharing's kind of our thing.

My thing is keeping personal
and professional separate.

Even so, sometimes an
outsider's opinion helps.

It's my father.

He's fallen over a few times.

Is he sick?

Yeah. Came back to
help take care of him,

but it seems he doesn't want
to take care of himself.

How so?

Skipped his last four
doctor appointments.

Maybe he's worried if
he goes to the doctor,

he'll get more bad news.

(EXHALES)

Mrs. Whitman.

Special Agent Tara again. This is

- my colleague...
- We already spoke.

I know...

And I told you I don't
know where Kaleo is.

We're actually here to talk
about your son, Micah.

Is he home?

No. I'm sorry.

He wasn't at school today either.

Micah's fine. And now's not a good time.

Hey, ma'am, all due respect,

we can't find your husband.

And we believe he's involved
in something serious.

Possibly Micah, too.

So if we can have a few minutes.

And you told Special Agent Boone
that Micah was at school.

I thought he was.

Aren't you surprised
to find out he's not?

He's probably with his friends.

That's what they do sometimes.
They skip class.

Well, there's more.

Uh, we found several pounds
of meth at the ranch.

In your son's backpack.

Is none of this a surprise to you?

I really can't talk right now.

Well, we need to speak
to Micah. So if you can

- start calling...
- I think you should leave.

Sorry, may I please use your bathroom?

Make it quick.

Okay, just... Okay.

Uh, Mrs. Whitman.

Is everything okay?

I'm just worried for my husband.

I need time to process.

Of course.

I understand completely.

(SHOUTING, GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(g*nshots)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

He must have snuck in the back way.

Or was there all morning. I don't know.

That was pretty quick thinking.

Signal for help.

Saw it on the news.

Any idea who he was?

What he wanted?

Kaleo.

He wanted to know where
he was, but I don't.

So... he said

we'd wait.

And if I tried anything, he was
gonna cut me into pieces.

Okay, clearly your husband
is involved in something bad.

We want to help.

But we can't do that if
you don't help us, too.

I don't know.

You want to know what I think?

You're protecting someone.

Kaleo, too.

That's why he's been
acting so irrationally.

It's your son Micah,

isn't it?

This is his.

(CRYING)

(EXHALES)

Kaleo is a good man.

He's just trying to fix this.

What exactly is Micah mixed up in?

I don't know a lot.

Just that Micah was in bad
trouble with some g*ng

and Kaleo was trying to fix it.

Because of the drugs in Micah's bag.

That g*ng shot your husband.

Kaleo... (INHALES) took
Micah somewhere safe.

And he met up with them to
try to sort it out, but...

they tried to k*ll him.

Where's Micah now?

Kaleo didn't tell me.

Explains why he left the hospital.

He's going to your son.

(INHALES, EXHALES)

We're gonna protect your family.

But in order to do that,

I need to know where
Kaleo and Micah are now.

Somewhere in the mountains.

Somewhere only his family knows.

His family?

Like Hoku?

(KEYS CLACKING)

(SHUDDERS)

So calm.

How can you do that?
A man just attacked us.

Wasn't calm in the moment.

I feel like I'm seven cups of coffee in.

Hey, there's no trick. Just...

too much practice in
life-threatening situations.

After a few tours, you get
good at compartmentalizing.

And the man you shot?

Don't have a lot of sympathy

for drug dealers who try to k*ll my f...

... colleagues.

You almost said "friend".

I almost took a knife for you.

Actions speak louder than words.

Yeah.

Hey.

I don't like what I had to do.

And I don't want to make a habit of it.

But, right now, I'm just...

I'm cruising on adrenaline.

And tonight I will crash.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

All right, for what it's worth,

the suspect you took down
was a real scumbag.

Name's Jon Mendoza.

Just released from Halawa for
an as*ault that left a guy blind.

And that's the cherry on top

of a lifetime of felonies.

What about g*ng affiliations?

Uh, his ink connects
him to at least four.

He plays the field.

So we're no closer to ID'ing
the group slinging the meth?

ERNIE: Well, we're a little closer.
I managed to pinpoint

the chemical makeup of the drugs. So...

now I guess I'm... (EXHALES)

(GASPS) If-if you're
on your way to HPD,

- I'm coming.
- No, no, no.

You're not invited.

(A) I'm useful.

(And B) don't you want a wingman

for when you see Detective Reed again?

(EXHALES) Fine.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ernie Malik?

Dalia.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (GRUNTS)

You look good.

Still lifting?

No.

He's being modest, isn't he?

He's definitely working out.

"Modest" isn't a word
that comes to mind.

Uh, can we, uh, find a meth g*ng?

(SCOFFS)

You always have the best toys.

Did you get a look at the,
uh, chemical makeup

of the meth I sent, the one with
the irregular isomeric SMILES?

Uh, what are isomeric SMILES?

Stands for "simplified
molecular-input line-entry system".

Oh, that old chestnut.

It's basically the building
blocks of a molecule.

Depending on how the meth was cooked,

sometimes they have unique
compounds we can pinpoint

and therefore trace.

You learn this on the job?

She has a master's in chemistry from UH.

It's why she's on the task force.

Ernie and I like getting
weird with compounds.

(QUIETLY): Ew.

I just appreciate the sciences.

- And the smiling thing?
- Turns out

both the isomeric SMILES and the
deprecated CAS have identifiers.

Whoever was cooking
for them clearly thinks

they're Walter White.

That's a reference to a popular TV show.

Oh, yes, I know what Breaking Bad is.

ERNIE: I'm linking to your database.

Pinpointing everywhere this,
uh, particular strain of meth

has been seized.

Hopefully we can find a pattern.

That's the problem.
This stuff is everywhere.

It's not a problem, Dalia.

Opportunity gap.

I created a reverse "stone
still pond" algorithm

to help narrow it down.

So your, uh... your fancy
skipping stone whatsit

identifies all the meth
with that chemical makeup

and where it might be coming from?

- I describe it right?
- Sure.

In the same way that someone
might describe the Taj Mahal

as a pile of marble and jade.

It's gonna take a beat.

That's okay.

I'm into it.

Hoku, we need to know where
Kaleo and Micah are hiding.

Why? So you can arrest them?

Nobody's been arrested.

Not yet, at least.

TENNANT: Look, we don't think you

or any of the other paniolos
are involved in this.

Micah, on the other hand,
has some explaining to do.

Micah isn't a criminal.

And I want to go now.

Hoku, please.

A man broke into my
house, almost k*lled me.

They're looking for Micah and Kaleo now.

You need to tell them.

What do you need to know?

For starters,

you can help fill in some of the gaps.

Micah got in with the wrong
group of friends at school.

I guess one of them was
earning quick kala,

easy cash.

Told Micah he could do the same.

Quick cash doing what?

Running packages up and down
the mountain on horseback.

Micah's a good kid.

He just wanted to
contribute to the ranch.

Did Micah know what he was running?

On his second trip,

Micah opened the package.

The moment he saw the
meth, he wanted out.

It's not the paniolo way,

no matter how much money is involved.

Except this isn't your "put your
two weeks in" kind of gig.

Micah went to his dad for help.

Kaleo hid him,

then went to talk to the g*ng.

Why didn't he go to the
police to sort this out?

He didn't want Micah to get in trouble.

Figured he'd negotiate
with these people,

keep the boy out of the system.

(INHALES, EXHALES)

I'm so sorry.

So he hid Micah in the mountains?

Wanted to get to him
before the g*ng did.

Okay.

Where in the mountains are they?

I can't tell you.

Listen, man,

we're running out of time.

I can't tell you.

But I can show you.

Okay, whoa, whoa.

Need help getting on your mount?

No, I'm cool. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(HORSE SNORTING)

- Don't look cool.
- (GRUNTS)

Totally cool.

Go on.

(HORSE SPUTTERS)

Let's ride.

Add this to the list of things
I didn't know about you.

Where'd you learn to ride?

TENNANT: Tama Hills.

JESSE: Tama Hills. Is that Wyoming?

TENNANT: Japan.

My dad was stationed
there when I was .

And while the other kids in my school

were going to game centers,

I went to the stables.

I had a, uh, wooden rocking
horse named Max in Aberdeen.

So, same thing.

(HORSE SPUTTERS)

But the real thing
really hurts your a*s.

Almost there.

You think you're in pain,
Whitman did this

with sutures in his abdomen.

The things we'll do for our kids.

The things we won't do for our kids.

There's got to be a line, right?

Course there's a line.

Whitman is trying to do
right by his boy, but...

desperate parents don't
always make good decisions.

DALIA: Must be hard,

working with him every day.

(LOUD SLURPING)

He has his quirks.

I wouldn't be able to
concentrate on anything else.

- (COUGHS)
- LUCY: Oh, I-I didn't mean it like...

He's like a stealth b*mber. (SCOFFS)

You don't even know what hit you.

ERNIE: I got something.

My algorithm pinpointed

six key distribution hubs

for our strain of meth.
They're in there.

DALIA: Those are public high schools.

Which makes sense.
Whitman's son was approached

by a friend of his at school
to run drugs for them.

So the g*ng uses teenagers
to push their products.

Kids get caught, then
can't do hard time.

It's pretty clever.

And also awful.

What's that... place over there?

- Doesn't look like a school.
- Warehouse

in Waikele. That must be
where they're manufacturing

- their meth!
- (SIGHS)

Way to steal my moment, Dalia.

He always takes too long on the windup.

Don't remember hearing
a lot of complaints.

- Anywho, the warehouse.
- Yes.

Owned by a man named Sam Jennings.

Crazy Sam? He used to run a group

called the Kolohe Krew. Small-time.

Yeah, they upped their profile.
Threw in with a cartel.

Linked to numerous g*ng murders.

We've been looking for their
distro hub for two years.

Thanks to me, you got him.

(CHUCKLES)

You want to seal the deal?

I'd love to see you kick
in a door in those sandals.

Why don't I leave you both to finish up.

I'm gonna go round up the others
so we can crash that warehouse

and take these guys down.

I was... thinking...

- No.
- (ZIPPING)

You didn't even let me finish.

You were thinking maybe
we grab lunch or drinks.

Just friends, no strings. Am I close?

You know how this ends.

I do. (EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

Coffee.

Midafternoon. I pick the
location and we go dutch.

Great.

We're close.

There's blood here.

TENNANT: h*.

And old dressing, too.

- Hey, Kaleo!
- Hey, shh!

Hands where I can see them!

(QUIETLY): Jesse.

Do it!

Micah,

put the g*n down.

They're with me.

We're law enforcement. NCIS.

Just here to help.

Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

Where's your dad?

Over here.

Cuz!

(EXHALES WEAKLY)

Pupils are dilated.

Pulse is thready. He's going into shock.

Is he gonna die?

TENNANT: We're gonna get him help.

I'm calling for a medevac.

Here. Here, put pressure on it.

Okay.

(GRUNTS, PANTING)

This is all my fault.

Hey. No. Listen,

you did the right thing
by going to your father.

(GROANS) No service.

I'm gonna bandage him up,
but it's not gonna last long.

I'm okay.

- I can ride.
- You can't ride.

- Not like that.
- Unfortunately,

we don't have another choice.

Without phone service, the only way down

is the way we came.

I'm thinking about earlier today.

The guy who attacked you?

No. Your dad.

(CHUCKLES) What, now?

Yeah, why not?

Shouldn't you be worried about all

the gangbangers with g*ns
we're about to arrest?

This is me compartmentalizing.

Hey, you helped me. I'm gonna help you.

You don't need to worry
about my dad, okay?

- I'm handling it.
- Are you?

Handling it?

All I know is you're there
for your teammates.

Literally saved my life,
and you barely know me.

But with your dad...

He's a grown man.

He can take care of himself.

No offense,

but is that why you came home?

So he can take care of himself?

(MAGAZINE CLICKS IN g*n)

Time to roll.

Good to go.

On your six.

That's Ernie's friend?

Like Sarah Connor got together with...

whatever Ernie is.

A baller.

Ernie's a baller.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

A stealth baller.

- Down on the ground!
- On the ground now!

Hey, don't, don't! Down, down!

- Hands!
- Down on the ground!

- Put your hands up!
- Hey!

Are they the only ones here?

That's what it looks like.

- Four guys?
- Where's the rest of the g*ng?

♪ ♪

He's getting worse by the second.

We got to get him down soon
or else he's not gonna make it.

(ENGINES RUMBLING)

That can't be good.

- TENNANT: Not you.
- Why?

- I can sh**t.
- I can fight, too.

What I need you to do is take
your cousin and his son

and ride down this mountain
as fast as you can.

We got this.

Need you to do this now, Marine.

Yeah.

(ENGINES RUMBLING)

Think they'll surrender if we ask nice?

About to find out.

(INDISTINCT POLICE TRANSMISSION)

This guy just confirmed
the rest of the g*ng

headed up into the mountains
to "handle some business".

I can't get ahold of Tennant or Jesse.

Keep getting their voice mail.
They're out-of-pocket.

Those mountains are remote.

Even if they had service,

it'd be hard to get 'em
any help in time.

National Guard keeps birds
in the air at all times.

Yeah. So?

It's time to call in the cavalry.

(ENGINES RUMBLING)

You got a plan for us
to get out of this?

Sorta.

Not the confidence I've grown
to rely on from you, boss.

(EXHALES)

Need you to flank them.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna be nice.

(KISSING NOISES)

Come on.

♪ ♪

(ENGINES SHUT OFF)

NCIS.

You're all under arrest.

(CHUCKLES): Oh, yeah?

And, uh, who-who's arresting us?

I am.

Yeah, no.

No, y-you're gonna lead us to
the Marine and his punk kid.

Uh, maybe you go home tonight.

Or what?

You gonna k*ll a federal
agent in cold blood?

Better you than me going back
to my bosses without what's mine.

Then talk to me.

Let's work it out.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, lady, you do not know me.

Your name's Sam Jennings.

You're years old.

Served two sentences at Halawa.

You have an arrest warrant
for distribution of meth.

So you might as well turn yourselves in

and I'll do what I can for you.

Or what? I got six against one.

TENNANT: Actually,

by my estimation,

it's just you.

How you figure?

Your boys are doing
their own kind of math.

Might be all right
rushing into the woods

to try to k*ll a wounded
Marine and his kid.

But definitely having second
thoughts about sh**ting a fed.

Mandatory life sentences
for all of them.

This isn't a ride-or-die crew.

They want to see their families again.

You left one thing out about me.

(CHUCKLES): They call me Crazy Sam.

Well, you got one thing wrong about me.

I'm not alone.

(g*nsh*t)

- (g*nsh*t)
- Put your hands up! Now!

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

♪ ♪

That could've gone worse.

- (BELL TINKLES)
- Oh, look who's back.

- Twice in one day.
- Don't start.

You're so hardheaded sometimes.

What is this about now?

Skipping doctor's appointments.

I missed a couple.

You missed them all.

I'm busy, Kai.

And nobody can take me
when I do have time.

There's always an excuse.

- Let me finish.
- No.

Let me finish.

I always have an excuse.

For not being here when you need me.

But a friend reminded me
the reason I'm home

is to make sure you
get the care you need.

But I've been too hardheaded
and hung up on the past to do it.

I get that from you, by the way.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hey, you get your good
looks from me, too.

You hungry?

You like a burger?

What I want is for you to see a doctor.

And because you're
too busy to go to him,

- I brought him to you.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Wally.

- It's been a few weeks.
- Karl.

I'm gonna check your vitals.

(RUSTLING)

You got something to say?

Yeah.

Wipe down the tables.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SOFT KNOCK)

How's he doing?

NALANI: Much better now, thanks to you.

Doctors said he lost a lot of blood.

But they were able to close the wounds.

You married one tough Marine.

What about Micah?

Well, since he came clean about the meth

and is cooperating with the D.A.,

they're not gonna charge him.

Thank you.

Yes. Thank you.

You saved my whole family.

What you did was very brave.

But it was also very foolish.

If there's a next time,

you need to call us.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- MICAH: Dad!

- NALANI: Micah!
- You're gonna be okay?

- Hold on.
- Yeah. But maybe don't hug me just yet.

I'm so sorry.

Micah...

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- It's gonna be okay.

Your dad's gonna be okay.

As a small token of our gratitude,

my 'ohana wants to invite
your team to the ranch for a luau.

♪ ♪

♪ You can sing about the
yellow rose of Texas ♪

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

♪ Sing about the Mason-Dixon Line ♪

♪ Sing about the Southern
belles of Georgia ♪

♪ There is something
special on my mind ♪

Hey.

Got my dad to see a doctor.

So, uh, thank you...

friend.

Wait, wait, wait!

Does this mean that we can
start texting each other

- our problems? (GASPS)
- Hey, just-just baby steps.

- Baby steps, Lucy.
- (CHUCKLES)

Hi-h*, Silver! Away!

Hey, take it easy, new guy.

I was essential in saving the day.

Hey, dude, dude, all respect, man.

You would not catch me dead on a horse.

That ish is hard. I'm more
of a... dirt bike kind of guy.

Yeah, well, you should've seen Tennant.

She was, like, born in the saddle.

Hey, hey! Cut the music! Cut the music!

Everybody listen up!

- (SONG STOPS)
- Special Agent Tennant,

on behalf of my 'ohana,

we'd like to present you with a gift.

Thank you very much.

(APPLAUSE, CHEERING)

Uh, haven't forgotten about
you, Special Agent Boone.

Here we go, here we go.

This is for your bravery

and for being hanohano.

Hanohano.

(CHEERING)

Yo, yo, yo!

We also got you one
more thing. (INHALES)

- For your 'okole.
- (LAUGHTER)

As we're guessing you're
about to be pretty sore.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, thanks, guys.

- All right, turn the music back on!
- (CHEERING)

- (SONG RESUMES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪