01x07 - Rescuers

[bunniefuu]

... descent to rescue .

We have located the PIW.

CG, sector. Copy.

Good, Moore? It's really
choppy down there.

You handle the hoist.
I'll handle the swimming.

Swimmer's on her way down.

It's okay, sir.

Just breathe. Hang on.

A harrowing rescue

as Coast Guard Officer Tracy Moore

saves a stranded fisherman

who was clinging to life
after more than four hours...

Got a bona fide hero in our midst.

... after the fisherman's wife
called the Coast Guard

to report her husband missing at sea...

- I'm turning this crap off.
- No, wait!

We got to see the interview.

What do you care? They
only interviewed Moore.

I'm right behind her.
They got my good angle.

Don't have any good angles, Westbrook.

Hey, Tracy, where are you going?

Party over already?

There is no party, and I'm leaving.

Oh, not before I buy you a drink.

th rescue mission?

You're famous.

I don't know how you do it in the Navy,

but in the Coast Guard,
it's called doing our job.

And you did it real good.

♪ We had to go... ♪

Let's go get a drink.

♪ Love, love, love ♪

♪ Love... ♪

Oh. Morning, Ernie.

Morning... Whistler.

Special Agent Tara.

DIA Officer Whistler.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

I, uh, brought the
security clearance forms

for you to review.

Oh, yes. The forms.

And I, uh, thought you
might want this back.

I felt something was off.

Well, um,

next time, it'll find its way

to the lost and found.

Next time, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Did you honestly come all the way here

just to return it?

Well, the forms, too.

- I-I do need you to review them.
- Mm.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Have a good day, Ernie.

You have a good day, Whistler.

So... forms?

Mm-hmm, yeah. Yes. Lots of forms.

Well, must be some pretty good forms,

the way they make you glow.

Oh, duty calls. Got to go.

You mean you got to glow.

Full house today. What gives?

Victim is Navy Petty
Officer Dave Andrews.

Hiker found him here in the early a.m.

Why is the Coast Guard here?

Andrews is ours. Crime scene is theirs.

Judging by the angle of the blow,
he was hit from behind.

Defensive wounds. He fought back.

And lost.

Look with your eyes, not your hands.

Sorry. Who are you?

Special Agent Neil Pike, Coast
Guard Investigative Service.

- Well, Neil, we were just...
- Special Agent Pike.

Special Agent Pike, we're
only trying to assist.

There's nothing to assist.

Yes, he got hit on the head,
yes, he fought back,

and, yes, he lost, hard.

Do you have any other
brilliant observations?

He didn't die here. There's
no blood around the scene.

And there should be, based on
that nasty gash on his head.

He was dumped.

Special Agent Tennant.

I didn't know the NCIS SAC
would be here today.

Because your SAC asked for our help.

I was being intense again, wasn't I?

- Just a little.
- Sorry.

Sorry.

I'm socially awkward.

What do we know about
Petty Officer Andrews?

Navy Rescue Swimmer and air crewman.

Part of Helicopter Maritime
Strike Squadron out of K-Bay.

Didn't report for work this morning.

K-Bay's on the other end of the island.

What's he doing here?

We're not the only ones wondering.

Got a dozen texts and phone calls
from someone named Tracy?

Uh, that

would be Tracy Moore.

Andrews' girlfriend,

Coast Guard Rescue Swimmer.

The one from the news? Saved
the fisherman two weeks ago?

Yeah, I saw that. She's a hero.

Guess we need to talk to her.

She also didn't report in today.

Lucy, Kai, canvass the area.

See if anyone saw him get dumped. Pike,

- we need to find Tracy.
- I can check in

with her unit at Barbers
Point, see what they know.

I'll have someone meet you there.

When you say "someone"...

Play nice this time, Neil.

Boone, I just want to say

I hope there are no hard feelings.

Why? 'Cause on our last joint
assignment, you stranded me

on a sandbar to run down
drug runners by yourself?

Nah, I barely remember those six hours.

That was not my experience of it.

Let's stick to the case at hand...
finding Tracy Moore.

Yeah, of course I knew Andrews.

Hardly a night out where he
wasn't glued to Tracy's side.

- How long were they dating?
- Few months.

Met at a local pool, training off-hours.

Gave Tracy a hard time for
hanging with a Navy fish, but

he was good people.

- What about Tracy?
- What can I say?

She's the best of us.

Strongest, bravest, fastest.

Their relationship good?

Thick as thieves since day one.

She didn't report in today.

She's been off her game recently.

- Off how?
- Calling in sick.

Avoiding the unit.

Just... not herself.

- Did something happen during the rescue?
- Yeah.

She became famous.

What are we watching?

Viral footage of Tracy Moore
rescuing that fisherman.

Yeah. Descending
feet from the air. Just

taking the ladder to clean out
the gutters gives me vertigo.

That'll be sure to put a few points

on your dating profile scoreboard.

Long as I'm on that board, baby! Yeah.

- Where's this video from?
- Everywhere.

Went viral a couple weeks
ago after the rescue.

Shared more than a million times.

First woman of color to become

a rescue swimmer with the
Coast Guard. It's a big deal.

Yeah. Coast Guard wanted
to promote in a big way.

Full-court press.

Lot of attention.

Yeah, and Tracy was supposed to
do a publicity tour last week,

hit the morning shows.

What happened?

She refused.

Is she just shy, or
is it something else?

One more element worth considering?

Tracy lives a mile from
where Andrews was dumped.

I need Kai and Lucy to go to her place.

We need to find this woman.

Tracy Moore? NCIS.

I'm afraid we're here
with some difficult news.

- What's going on?
- Petty Officer

Dave Andrews was...

He was k*lled last night.

What?

No.

That can't be.

We've been trying to call.

Yeah, Coast Guard, too.

I... I went camping.

My-my phone died last night.

Hey.

It's...

- Hey, hey. I got you.
- Here. We'll...

we'll help you get inside.

Gotcha.

I didn't leave any music on.

♪ Once more just to dream ♪

♪ In the silvery moonlight ♪

♪ My honey, I know ♪

- ♪ I know ♪
- ♪ With the dawn ♪

♪ That you will be gone ♪

♪ But tonight you belong to me ♪

♪ Just to little old me. ♪

- I just don't understand.
- Try to focus.

Was Dave Andrews at your house?

Yes, he was...

he was watching the cat.

Oh, God.

Tracy.

We'll-we'll find your cat. Okay?

You have any idea who
might have done this?

The teddy bears, the music...

it all just seems set up,
like it was personal.

No.

Uh...

You and Dave were in a relationship?

And you got into a fight?

What? No. Why would you think that?

We just...

We hear you're having trouble at work.

Not showing up. You went away alone.

Called and texted a bunch of
times before your phone died.

Dave and I were fine.

Okay. Dave was here.

Clearly, someone hurt him.

Just, can you try to think of why?

No one would hurt Dave.

Would someone hurt you?

Oh, thank God. Jinx?

She's terrified.

- And definitely hiding something.
- Clearly,

- all of this was meant for her.
- Do we bring her in?

Not yet.

No. I can't talk about it, not now.

Yeah, of course. Yeah, I'm
sorry. Uh, let's just...

You know, I got to go.

- Is everything okay?
- Yes, yeah. All good.

Thanks. Um, you?

Oh, case is a puzzler.

But in brighter news, I got something

that's gonna blow your mind.

Bowling?

Oh, it's not just bowling.

It's rock and bowl.

Which I guess really is just bowling,

but with music.

- I may have oversold it.
- Can-can you... ?

Just...

Um...

Mm-hmm?

I am not ready for that.

Really? It's easy to learn.

As long as you don't
mind renting the shoes.

No, I'm not... I'm not ready for...

for talking about dating at work.

I'm not talking about dating.

You want us to go bowling
and eat nachos or whatever.

- That is a date.
- I'm sorry. You're-you're the one

who came bouncing in with
the whole bracelet thing.

Yes, and... people saw.

Ernie's not people.

I mean, not technically.

It puts pressure on me.

I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

where's the Whistler from this morning?

And can you bring her back?

Look, I ju... I just think

we-we need to keep things...
compartmented.

Yeah. I don't know. Secret.

Just for now at least.

Is this about the phone
call you just had?

My phone call has nothing
to do with anything.

Okay. Well, I don't want
to be compartmented.

And I don't like these kinds of secrets,

- so if you...
- You know, uh, thank you.

Thank you, Special Agent Tara. We can...

We can resolve this matter later, okay?

Blood and DNA

from the scene is on its way to the lab.

Dave Andrews was
k*lled at Tracy's house,

so she's involved somehow.

Did you get that yogurt
from our kitchen?

Yeah. Why?

It's not a free-for-all in there.

I have low blood sugar.

Guys?

Tracy.

Well, if she's involved,
she's not talking.

She's acting cagey.

'Cause of guilt?

Or 'cause she's guarded.

She's a Black female swimmer

who wears blue, metaphorically speaking.

She's earned some hesitation.

- Need to respect it.
- Well,

I've certainly had my share
of run-ins, in uniform and out.

Then you'll know how to talk to her.

Can't do it blind.

Gonna need to know more about her first.

I mean, is she a victim or a suspect?

Ah. And that is my cue.

I have been zipping through
socials, search engines,

public records to show you
all things Tracy Moore.

Tracy's from Cleveland,
adopted at the age of six.

Decent family. Enlisted at .

Hasn't looked back.

That's it?

I mean, I... I just heard
so many stories

about how you're NCIS's secret weapon.

I am.

Okay. And yet...

I can only tell you what exists.

Like every detail of Tracy's routine.

Trains every morning at a local pool.

Swims the ocean in the evening.

Pays her bills on time.
Changes her oil early.

Nothing from her past?

From to , she's completely blank.

No digital footprint.

What about before ?

Glad someone's curious.

I recovered this from, of all things,

a defunct Vine account.

Only record from this period.

That's Tracy in the middle.
Who are the dudes?

Yeah, I'm still working on IDing them.

Oh, if you need help,

my tech team's at your disposal.

I do not need help, and
you're eating my yogurt.

What do you see?

American Renaissance Academy.

Tracy trains there in the morning.

May be my way to get her to open up.

h*! h*!

Members only, brah.

Last I heard I was one.

Kai Holman.

E ku'u 'ohana.

- How long you been back?
- Couple of months.

Tell me why I shouldn't be insulted.

I've been busy.

Hey, congrats on your dad.

- Congrats?
- Test results.

Glad he's doing better.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. We're all relieved.

So you here to work out?

'Cause I can tell you
ain't been in the water.

- Night diving off a cliff count?
- Ah.

Come on. That's just stupid, Kai.

I'm actually here for work.

Hey, Petty Officer Moore, you got a sec?

She one of yours?

Wish I could claim her,
but she's all her own.

Mind if I go in?

Membership's $ a month.

- I'm good for it.
- You can go in, then.

You were impressive down there.

My mom was the real waterman.

Taught me everything.

How about you? There's not a
lot of watermen in Cleveland.

Hmm. Guess not.

Almost drowned when I was a kid.

Pure luck I survived.

Vowed never to be helpless again.

Coast Guard Rescue
Swimmer is about as far

from helpless as you can get.

Well, it's easy to stay focused

- when someone else's life is on the line.
- You know,

focus can also be a distraction.

I mean, your boyfriend was
m*rder*d, but you're here.

You see, some cops see you
here, they think about you

avoiding our questions, they
think you're acting guilty.

What do you think, Special Agent?

I think you're scared.

I think you're hurting.

You're hiding something
about David's m*rder.

Eddie... Foreman.

Guy I knew back home.

He did this.

Ex-boyfriend?

If you could call it that.

I didn't have much choice in the matter.

Why do you think it's Eddie?

When I was , Eddie took me
to a carnival for Sweetest Day.

Spent his last dollar trying
to win me a teddy bear.

Bean bag toss.

He lost.

But he was sure the game was rigged.

Beat the attendee within
an inch of his... life.

- It was ten years ago.
- Eddie was a bad guy.

Ran with a crew, pulled robberies.

Sometimes he forced me to help.

Help how?

Be the lookout...

or his alibi.

But the last time...

he did something, and I just couldn't.

What did he do, Tracy?

He robbed a store.

Set a fire so that there
would be no evidence.

The building went up,

and a couple was k*lled
in their apartment.

And Eddie?

I refused to be his alibi.

He went to prison.

And you think Eddie blames you.

The last thing he texted
me ten years ago.

"You got away with m*rder".

Recognize any of them?

That's him.

That's Eddie.

Meet Eddie Foreman.

Small-time crook with
big-time felony dreams.

In and out of juvie until he
graduated to maximum security.

Ten years for burning
down a corner store,

k*lling a sleeping couple
on the second floor.

Light sentence for m*rder.

He pled down to
involuntary manslaughter.

This happened seven years ago.
He should still be in prison.

He was released early on
good behavior two weeks ago.

Guess where he ended up.

Eddie checked in five days ago.

Geez, what happened? He lose a bet?

No. Kind of feel like I did, though.

What did I ever do to tee you off, man?

Oh, you mean aside from stranding me

in the middle of the Pacific?

Stop it. That was a miscommunication.

Yeah, well, you're pushy,
you're opinionated,

you don't play well with others,

but other than that, you're aces.

Well, good. I'm glad we cleared that up.

You want to go first?

- Do you mind?
- No.

He might be armed.

All right.

Eddie Foreman, federal agents.

Gentlemen, come on in.

Cup of coffee? I just brewed some.

It's from the, uh... it's from
the Honolulu Coffee Company.

- This is damn good.
- We need you to stand up, sir.

Put your hands behind your head, now.

Did you know that, uh,
Hawai'i is the only U.S. state

where coffee is grown?

I was surprised, too.

Okay, all right.

What brings you to Hawai'i, Eddie?

What brings anyone here? Paradise.

Long way from the Ohio
State Penitentiary.

Mm. I'm free now.

Did you know you can
go anywhere you want?

See whoever you want?

Best thing about America.

You want to know what's un-American?

What's that?

Prison.

No man should be able to do
to you what they do there.

I like to think no crime
should go unpunished.

Easy to say on that side of the cuffs.

You followed her here, didn't you?

Gonna have to be more specific.

Tracy Moore.

Tracy?

I haven't seen Tracy in...

seven years?

, days if I'm being precise.

Is Tracy here?

Where were you two nights ago?

Something bad happen two nights ago?

Why would you think that?

Well, I'm assuming you
didn't haul me in here

because something good happened.

Where were you?

I was on a Hawaiian boat tour.

They call it a "booze cruise".

What time was this tour?

: to : p.m., but I
got there early, and I, uh,

bought a round of drinks
for a bachelorette party.

You can ask the bartender.
He'll remember me.

I'm a big tipper.

Two nights ago, Dave Andrews,

Tracy's colleague, was
m*rder*d in her home.

Oh, yeah?

You don't sound surprised.

I guess I'm not.

I mean, to be honest, uh,

trouble always seems to follow Tracy.

How long has she been here?

Came as soon as she
heard Eddie got picked up.

- You get a confession?
- No.

But he's definitely guilty.

Might be true, but
we got nothing on him.

Alibi checks out, forensics came back.

Foreign DNA found at
Tracy's doesn't match Eddie.

Someone else k*lled Andrews.

Doesn't make sense. I mean,
it can't be a coincidence

Eddie's on the island.

What if Eddie had an accomplice?

According to court records
from Cleveland,

Eddie had a knack for enlisting
people to do his bidding.

Case after case, he managed
to convince younger people

to follow his lead.

Yeah, I saw it a lot

as a street cop...
a charismatic predator

taking advantage of vulnerable kids.

He did with Tracy, too.

I'll have Ernie look
into his prison time,

see if he made friends inside.

What do we do with Eddie?

We let him go.

But we keep a close eye on him.

- You got him, right?
- We did.

And he's going to jail?

We don't have anything to hold him.

- Oh...
- Not yet at least.

He's gonna get away with it.

Again.

And I have nowhere to go.

You don't have to go, Tracy.

We'll protect you, and we will stop him.

So many times.

I let him get away
with it so many times.

There was so much I
should have said or done.

If I had, those people
would still be alive.

And... Dave.

You were a kid.

Eddie was an adult.

He used you.

That's not what it felt like.

He made me feel like I was
the only girl in the world,

like he was the only guy who cared.

Because that's what a predator does.

You were smart.

You got away.

No. I ran away to the Coast Guard.

All the way to Hawai'i,
and he still found me.

All 'cause I had to be a hero.

You are a hero, Tracy. You are.

There'll be no more running.

We'll put you up, protective custody.

This will be okay.

- Hey, stranger.
- Hey.

What are you up to?

Mm, gonna take Tracy back

to her place to pick up some stuff.

Mm. Are we gonna continue
this cat and mouse game?

Starts with a "W", ends with a "ler".

Fine. Three questions. Go.

- You're seeing her?
- Yes.

- How long?
- This time?

There are other times?

And those are your three questions.

Thank you for playing.

Hey, you didn't answer the second one.

It's been a few weeks, on and off.

Mostly off.

And always frustrating.

Why frustrating?

She wants everything on the DL.

- And that's a problem?
- Yes.

We're both adults,
not breaking any rules.

And she'll-she'll barely
look at me here.

She's embarrassed by me.

Maybe she's embarrassed by herself.

- Well, that's silly.
- Did you ask her?

Uh... No, but...

Maybe you should, since
you're both adults and all.

You're the last person I should
be taking advice from.

Your dating life's
a series of train wrecks.

Oh. Sorry. Duty calls.

Hey. Hey.

I think I got something for you.

- What am I looking at?
- Well, I figured out that

all these guys ran in Eddie's
robbery crew back in Cleveland.

Any of them still around?

Louis Grayson.

He was involved in the store fire.

Refused to flip on Eddie,
served hard time for it.

At the Ohio State Penitentiary?

Yup, same cellblock.

And according to the deputy
warden, they stayed close.

Louis went on parole last year.

Where is he now?

He didn't check in with
his PO last week, so...

no one knows.

Look at him go to town.

Not a care in the world.
Do you think he's made us?

Yeah, he's definitely made us.

Yeah, the least he could do is

send over some leftovers. I'm starving.

Got some poke here in the back.

Happy to go halfsies.

Yeah, we're good.

Thanks, though.

Unbelievable.

What gives?

It's my dad.

Had some medical tests.

Oh. Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, he's doing well.

That's good news.

Only he never told me
about any of these tests.

I... I came here to take care of him,

and I'm out of the loop.

That's the most you've talked
about your personal life

since you joined the team.

Yeah, but we don't... we
don't really get personal.

Nah, bro, you don't get personal.

I've told you about my wife's
obsessive party planning,

my kid's learning difficulties,

my sister's divorce.

I mean, I didn't even know
you had a father.

Now you know.

My dad was a piece of work.

He was an engineer, you know?

Uh, but when he got old, he started

calling me out of the blue.

He'd be like, the TV remote was broken,

or coffee machine, garage door.

Right. He would get you to fix it. Okay.

Yeah, and then, one time, I came early,

and I walked in on him.
He was messing with the TV.

And I knew in that moment he
didn't actually need my help.

He just wanted you to come over.

Yeah.

So I did.

You know, every time
he'd call, for two years

until he died.

What about your dad?

Owns a restaurant.

That's it?

I give you this sweet,
anecdotal story about my dad,

and all you got is, "Owns a restaurant"?

My dad was a painter.

- Hey, Pike, private convo.
- Guys?

You guys have been on
comms this whole time.

Hello? How am I supposed to know?

Guys, Eddie's on the move.

Just grab a couple
days of clean clothes.

Um...

You can wait by the door.

Check the restrooms.

No sign of Eddie anywhere.

Pike, Eddie fled out the kitchen exit.

Hey.

Uh, all right.

Pike, where the hell are you?

Doing my job.

I got eyes on Eddie.

Hit the floor now!

- Federal agent!
- Drop it!

Name's Louis Grayson. Ring a bell?

Yeah.

From the old days.

He-he used to pull jobs with Eddie.

They served time together.

And it looks like Eddie convinced
him to come after you.

You see? You see how he does?
How he bends everyone to him?

Not anymore. We're tracking him.

And we know he was behind all this.

You keep telling me that, but...

Why don't you get
Tracy out of here, huh?

I'm gonna wrap this up.

Eddie tooled around for
about a half an hour,

went back to his room.

Pike's watching the hotel now.

We know where Eddie is.
How do we take him down?

Uh, DNA came back from
the Andrews m*rder.

Matches Louis Grayson.

I dumped Louis's phone.
Lots of texts with Eddie.

Plus these.

He was stalking her.

And sending the photos to Eddie.

While we've been sitting on Eddie...

He's been sitting on Tracy.

But can we prove it?

HPD found ten grand cash
in Louis's hotel room.

Eddie emptied his bank account

of about double that
before he flew here.

Put that with the texts, and
the history between these guys...

It's enough to bring Eddie back in.

Let Pike know you're on your way.

Eddie drains his bank account,

has his buddy skip parole,

comes to an island in
the middle of the ocean

just to get to Tracy.

You're wondering what his exit plan is.

I'm realizing he doesn't have one.

I know we've got eyes on Eddie,

but we should go back to the safe house.

I know. I just...

I-I can't be caged like that.

I felt like I was gonna explode.

I just... I just need to breathe.

This is peaceful to you, huh?

Only place I feel like myself.

Yeah, raging waters, bottomless depths.

You don't like the water?

Let's just say,
the water and I don't jibe.

I barely made it through
my water training at FLETC.

Well, that's just because
you weren't trained right.

I could show you some tricks.

I can say without hesitation

that's one offer I won't
be taking you up on.

Where the hell is he?

Calling it in.

Damn it, Pike.

What's up, boss?

Eddie's out of pocket. You need
to get Tracy out of there now.

On it. Tracy, we got to go now.

I'm sending backup units.
Take her to the safe house.

They're already here.

Not possible, Lucy.

Don't!

Where's Special Agent Pike?

Oh, he's in the car. Breathing. For now.

Good. He's still alive.

No one else has to get hurt.

Well, that depends if you listen.

I'm only here for her.

It's not happening.

What? You're gonna take
a b*llet for this girl?

Honestly, she's not worth it.

Put the g*n down. You can tell me why.

Two people died because of her.

You started that fire, Eddie.

You always got somebody else
to blame, don't you, Tracy?

You couldn't do a simple job.

You forced me to help you.

You have free will like everyone else.

You made your choice, and
I paid the price for it.

- A third of my life.
- Gonna be a lot longer

if you try to hurt Tracy.

I'm not going back to prison.

How do you figure?

We're done talking.

Jump in the water!

Go! Go!

Stay where you are!

I'm not going in alive.

Not your choice. Hands on your head.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Thank you.
- All right.

Tracy!

You can come back now. You're safe.

You gonna give me a hard time?

Nah. I'm gonna give you a hand.

I'll wait to give you a hard
time until you stop bleeding.

Ow.

Ah, there he is.

Man of the hour.

I just got off the phone with your SAC

and thanked him for sharing
his best agent with us.

Thanks, Tennant. I appreciate that.

Listen, dude, I know I
give you a hard time, but

it means a lot to us,
you having Lucy's back.

I would be beaming right now if
it didn't hurt so much to smile.

Pike, seriously, thank you, bro.

Hey, I'm taking Jesse out to
dinner if you want to join.

Oh, I can't.

Pain pills just kicked in.

But any other night,
though, and I mean that.

Any... other... night.

- Baby steps, Pike.
- Yeah.

- Baby steps.
- Come on, Neil.

- I'll drive you home.
- All right.

Where are you taking me?

Local joint.

Thank you.

You're... gonna tell me I look awful.

No.

Well, did I forget another
tennis bracelet or something?

No.

Okay, well, I'm gonna
limp back to my desk now.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I got hit in the head today, so
I'm not sure I heard you right.

I'm sorry, Lucy.

You were right.

I-I had a bad phone call
and took it out on you

and hurt your feelings.

That is the last thing
that I want to do.

You're... you're embarrassed by me.

No.

No. I'm-I'm embarrassed by me.

Look, I am trying to do this your way,

be, you know, all

expressive and smiley.

It's just, it's-it's
hard for me to be...

Human?

I'm trying here, Lucy.

I know you are.

And, uh, if you want
to keep this between us,

I can be good with that.

You can?

You want this to be compartmented,

so that's how it'll be.

Our secret.

And, uh, secrets can be fun.

Do you want to tell me
more about the fun part?

What is this place?

Just a little slice of home.

Kai.

I never expect you.

Wanted to grab a bite, but

maybe you can't fit us in.

Shame on me if I cannot make
room for my 'ohana.

Mr. Holman, it's a real pleasure.

- Pleasure's mine. You work with Kai?
- Yeah, Dad.

This is Jesse.

I'm sure he's told you all about me.

Yeah, that's my son. Never
stops talking about work.

Yeah, he won't shut up
about his family, either.

- I like this one.
- All right, all right.

You think we can sit?

Yeah, come. Sit. Stay.

Thank you.

- Grab another chair.
- No, no, Dad.

Dad, you don't have to...

Oh, come on. Let the man sit.

I'm sure he's got some
interesting stories

about little Kai.

Maybe one or two.

Kai told me about your
medical tests going well.

Congratulations.

Yeah, Pop. Congratulations on that.

I say something... I said
something wrong, didn't I?

No.

No. Let's celebrate, yeah?

Congratulations, Dad.