01x10 - Lost

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Guys, we need to be in the car in five.

Uhp, two minutes.

Julie, your homework is in the den,

and Alex...

I'm not sure where
your baseball bag got to.

I already put it by the door.

Okay.

Good.

(CLEARS THROAT) So, um...

Tommy.

I'm thinking

maybe something's going on with him.

How come?

He missed school, and a bunch
of baseball practices.

Even after Coach told him
that he was about to lose

his starting spot.

Has he been sick?

I don't think so.

I asked him if everything was okay,

and he told me to mind my own business.

Have you spoken to him since then?

I texted.

I didn't hear back. I'm j... I'm just...

Worried.

Well, his parents
got divorced last year,

and his mom moved to Arizona
for that new job.

It's a lot for a guy to deal with.

I know.

He ever talk about
how things are at home?

No.

I was closer

to his mom Romi, but...

I should have called to check in to see

how he and his dad were doing.

So I'll do that.

Okay?

That'd be great.

Thanks.

TENNANT: Andy.

It's Jane Tennant.

I was talking to Alex

and realized it's been a while
since we've seen you and Tommy.

Love to have you guys over.

I tried to leave a message at your work,

but I must have the wrong number.

So please give me a call
when you get this.

All right, let's set something up. Bye.

JESSE: All right, keep me posted.

- Hey, boss.
- Hey.

I'm gonna do a
around this container,

- but Kai will fill you in, all right?
- Okay.

So, what do we know?

Someone saw blood dripping out
of the container this morning,

they opened the door, found our victim

Port Inspector Russell Goodrick
with three shots to the chest.

Very sad, but so far,
all CGIS's business.

They were here first,

called us when they
realized those crates

in the back are full of spare parts

for Navy M machine g*ns.

I assume they normally
load these containers

with more than two crates?

Normally.

Hey, Boom-Boom.

Tennant.

CGIS scanned the container's labels.

It's supposed to be filled
with tractor parts

bound for Myanmar.

No one knows why it was
moved to this holding area.

- How long has it been sitting here?
- Two days.

Any idea what we're looking for?

Not unless Gates just figured it out.

Blood spatter has a void pattern.

Something was here when he was m*rder*d.

Now, based on the void,
it had sharp edges.

Was inches longer
and ten inches wider

than the spare parts crate.

Boom-Boom, let's assume

that they might also have been crates,

potentially weapon-related,
what conclusions can we draw?

They'd be big enough for heavy g*ns.

Maybe even RPGs.

Navy would never ship commercially.

Which means we might be looking
at an ill*gal arms shipment.

JESSE: Hey, guys.

I noticed a weird shape

in the shadow
of the top of the container.

Long shot, but I thought it might be

an errant b*llet casing,

so I climbed up there
and took a picture.

What is it?

ERNIE: It's a tracker.

Any idea who it belongs to?

No. I just know it's not RFID,
which is passive.

It's GPS-based, though not routing

through the usual
satellite constellation,

as far as I can tell.

Meaning?

It's fancy.

I'm limited in what I can figure out,

since we want to leave it in
place so as to not alert

whoever put it there
that we are on to them.

Our victim doesn't seem like
a sophisticated tracker

kind of guy.

Port inspector for ten years,

solid performance reviews.

Divorced last year.

Fellow inspectors said
he complained a lot about

being "divorce poor".

He have the kind of access that
would have allowed him

to move the container
to the holding area?

No, but CGIS is pulling a list

of employees with those credentials,

as well as info on who accessed
the biometric scanners

at the port last night.

They're gonna share it
when it's in hand.

Lot of reasons folks
steal military weapons,

but Goodrick's dead.

So, if he was involved,
he got double-crossed.

Maybe by whoever put the tracker
on the container.

Ernie, you need to get
a bead on who that was.

I will put on my aluminum hat.

Lucy, stay with Goodrick.

We need to know whether
he's a victim or a perpetrator.

And in either case,
who moved the container

to the holding area and what
was inside when they did?

Check, check and check.

You know I don't have an aluminum hat.

I know.

I was going to track it using

triangulation software that I developed.

Because that's what I do.

I develop, uh,
sophisticated technologies

in service of your crime-fighting.

You know that I think you're super smart

and amazing, right?

Hi, Tommy.

Hi, Ms. Tennant.

Your dad home?

No, he-he's at work.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

He-He's been really busy.

He told me to clean up, I just
haven't really gotten to it yet.

You're not at school. Are you sick?

Um, a little under the weather.

Can I get you anything?
Some soup, aspirin?

No, thank you. I-I have
everything I need.

Okay.

Hey, did your dad change
his number, by chance?

I reached out a couple times
and he hasn't called me back.

No, same number. Try the hospital.

Okay.

What did you want to talk to him about?

Just checking in. Making
sure you guys are okay.

Tell your dad I want to have you guys

over for dinner sometime.

Absolutely.

Well, I'm gonna go lay on the couch.

Let me take the trash out for you,

so you don't have to go out.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Uh...

- Thanks, Ms. T.
- Of course.

Get some rest, okay? Feel better.

I assume this isn't a social call.

Uh, no.

So it's really hard
to track that signal.

Not only is it encrypted

and bouncing off satellites
I don't have access to,

it's also in such a narrow
band of oscillation that...

I love your passion for this.

I don't know who's tracking it,
but I do know where they are.

- TENNANT: NCIS!
- (OTHERS SHOUTING)

Hands where we can see them.

DIA got wind of a large
illicit arms shipment

on the Haven Grace,

a ship out of the Marshall Islands.

So the Navy did
a positive control boarding

with a Coast Guard
law enforcement detachment.

How big is a "large shipment"?

Ten containers' worth.

LUCY: That's a lot of weapons.

Where did they come from?

We're not exactly sure,

but there are many legitimate
arms sales from U.S. companies

to foreign governments,
and they're all supervised

and regulated by the DoD.

And sometimes, you know,

these weapons fall into the wrong hands.

The arms trade
is a $ billion business.

That much money motivates people.

Were all the containers
bound for Myanmar,

like the tractor parts?

No. Seven different destinations.

So your JIA task force put
trackers on all the containers,

let them continue on their way,

thinking it might help you
catch whoever's behind it all?

Yes.

What have the trackers told you?

Four containers are still in route.

Five reached their destination ports,

where they sit ignored.

TENNANT: Makes me think the
person who is behind it all

knows that you intercepted the shipment.

It seems likely at this point.

JESSE: And the tenth container,

the one sitting out
at the Port of Hawai'i?

Moved by an unknown
person to that location,

ended up a crime scene.

What do you know about
the guy who was k*lled?

We learned about him
when CGIS discovered him dead.

And so you sat tight,

hoping our m*rder investigation
would lead to your arms dealer.

It's hard for me to give a compliment,

but you're all very good at your jobs.

So, of the five people
who used the biometric scanners

to access that part
of the dock yesterday,

CGIS has spoken to three.

All of them have alibis for last night.

Any of the five have the credentials

to change manifest logs?

Yes. Clark Lohan, who
hasn't been reached yet,

and George Burley, who was.

But HDOT did an audit trail.

They feel confident neither
of them were responsible.

I mean, Ernie could have
changed everything

without anyone knowing

and left a little poem for them
to find years later.

Ernie's special.

According to Whistler, the street value

of those stolen machines g*ns and RPGs

is almost $ million.

I don't know, might have been
worth it to buy an Ernie-type.

Nothing about our dead guy's bio
makes him seem like someone

who'd have the know-how
or the means to do that.

Then maybe Russell Goodrick was
just doing his job last night.

I mean, did he have any reason
to be on that part of the dock?

If he did, he took it
to the grave with him.

You know what else he took
to the grave with him?

The location of his
brand-new pickup truck.

Did he pay cash?

- Yeah.
- Oh, great.

Well, that puts a dent

in my "just doing his job" argument.

JESSE: But he's still dead,

which means the k*ller's out there,

like Scrooge McDuck,
rolling around in a vault

full of dangerous weapons.

No, no, that is not
what Scrooge McDuck did.

Who the hell is this McDuck?

Not important. Let's find the truck,

see if it helps us figure out

who Goodrick's coconspirators were.

You know, sometimes
I think I should have

spent my childhood surfing less
and watching TV more.

Really?

Nope.

- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- Excuse me, Dr. Frost?

- Margot?
- She's not there, I'm afraid.

Otherwise, she probably
would have stopped me.

I'm sorry, I'm in the middle
of something.

Then I'll try not to take
a lot of your time.

I'm looking for Dr. Andrew Wilson.

Front desk, the people in the office

he's supposed to work at...

they all pointed me to you.

Dr. Wilson no longer works here.

I've realized that.

But do you know where I can find him?

No.

Could you tell me anything
about why he left?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Look, Ms....

Special Agent Tennant.

(SIGHS)

I really don't know where he is.

But you know more than you're saying.

We let him go two months ago.

It just wasn't working out.

Well,

there's no law against
firing people for cause.

I'm guessing

"just wasn't working out"

doesn't quite cover what happened.

Look...

... let me make this easy for you.

We both know that if he left a sponge

inside of a patient or something,

that's actionable malpractice.

Probably be public record.

If he violated employment law,

you'd say, "It's a personnel matter",

because that's confidential.

But your unwillingness
to tell me anything

makes me think
it's something the hospital

doesn't want people to know about.

We were unable to find some fentanyl.

We couldn't prove Dr. Wilson
was responsible,

but we had our suspicions.

He failed a drug test.

That's a personnel matter.

I'm afraid I'm unable to say.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Hey. Back from being a superspy?

Not a superspy. Not even a spy.

Just a smart, sexy woman

sitting in a warehouse,
trying to save the world

from evil men stealing big weapons.

That is a lot to put on a business card.

(LAUGHS) Hey, I, um...

I made dinner reservations.

Oh.

Look, I know, I know,
I know you're nervous

about people at work
finding out about us,

but I will be shocked
if anyone we've ever met

is at this restaurant.

That's because it's fancy, right?

- Not 'cause it's gross?
- Yes.

Um...

Willing to give it a try.

Great. Good.

- Because after, I thought...
- (PHONE CHIMES)

Oh.

More later. Looks like
my BOLO came through.

LUCY: Nice truck.

What's it doing out here?

Long way to the port.

Nothing here.

Jesse.

JESSE: What's under the blanket?

Well, the good news is,

it's not a body.

TENNANT: Andy?

Jane.

How funny to run into you down here.

It's not an accident, I'm afraid.

Excuse me?

Tommy used your tablet at home
to locate your phone.

Just in case you were wondering,
he wasn't happy about it.

I made it clear he had no choice.

I don't understand
why you needed to find me.

This isn't easy for me, Andy.

Our kids have been friends a long time.

But you know the drill.

You used to be
a mandatory reporter, too.

Hey, Tommy's fine.

No. He's not.

And neither are you.

Look, Jane, I don't need
to be lectured...

I went to the hospital, Andy.

So you know they're not gonna
give me my job back.

I'm not here because you're unemployed.

I'm here because you have a drug problem

that is affecting your son,

and I have a legal responsibility

to do something about it.

I told you, Tommy is fine.

You can say that as much as you want,

but it doesn't make it true.

You have until tomorrow to call Romi

and tell her what's going on.

Otherwise I will go to the authorities.

(SCOFFS)

Tommy's welcome to stay with us
while you figure things out.

(TRILLING)

Where do I put them when he's done?

On ice in a cooler in the evidence room

until we don't need them anymore.

Then to AFMES, where
they get a nice drawer.

I had a case in Lejeune where
parts turned up a few at a time.

Coroner kept putting them
in separate drawers

until he ran out of space.

Then he realized

it was more fun to put them together.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Like a jigsaw puzzle.

Worst one ever.

I had a m*rder in D.C. where
the k*ller cut the body apart,

but with a dull-bladed saw.

I mean, it flicked bits all over

his garage.

We never found the body,
but we got a conviction

because of chunks that were
found in between two cabinets.

- Yeah, but cleanup always gets them.
- Yeah.

Idiots think they just need to
splash a little bleach around.

You got to scrub the cracks
with a toothbrush.

And degreaser.

They never remember
to use the degreaser.

Exactly. I remember this case
during the heat wave of...

Okay, that's enough.

Oh, suddenly you're squeamish?

No, no, I am not squeamish.

I just don't need more visual images

to go with the ones
I've already got filed.

Yeah, fair enough.

We all got to be able to sleep at night.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

JESSE: Positive I.D.

Fingers belong to Clark Lohan,

a terminal planner
for the Honolulu Harbor.

He was on Kai's list
of folks who accessed

the dock last night.

All of him?

It was just a list.

I guess we better find out.

Fingers crossed.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Something went down in there.

Should we do a wellness check?

Clark Lohan?

Clark Lohan, NCIS!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Clark Lohan? NCIS.

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Lucy?

You got him?

Almost positive.

JESSE: Paramedics are on
their way. Who did this to you?

Russell Goodrick, from DOT.

But it-it wasn't his idea.

There was another guy. He was in charge.

You know who he was?

No.

Did Russell mention his name?

I don't remember.

What did he look like?

He was tall...

... muscly and had a shaved head.

They said they were gonna
come back and k*ll me.

Thank God you found me first.

Put some pressure on it, okay?

Okay.

What time did, uh, Russell
and the other guy show up?

That was a-after dinner.

They wanted me to take them
down to the dock.

And I said no. They cut off my fingers.

How did you know I was here?
I was s-screaming,

but I didn't think
anybody could hear me.

LUCY: Uh, we didn't.

We found your fingers.

Can a doctor put them back on?

Uh, I don't know.

They weren't on ice.

But you should, you should talk

to the folks at the hospital.

LUCY: You changed the manifest

on a container at the port, didn't you?

The tall one said he was gonna
k*ll me unless I helped him.

He said it was the only thing
that I had to do.

And I didn't think
they were coming back.

Why didn't you call the police?

I was scared.

I should have called the police.

(GRUNTING) I don't feel good.

I'll see if the ambulance is here.

Hey, no, no, no, w-why don't you

just stay in the chair for now?

Russell was my friend.

I can't believe he would be involved

with people who would do
something like this.

You never know
what people are capable of.

I guess not.

I know I'm gonna have
to call social services

if he doesn't do the right thing, but...

Alex won't be happy.

I think we're in a world where
happy is almost impossible.

I-I think about this a lot.

I mean, about how being
a mandatory reporter

is gonna affect
my relationship with my kids.

I mean, how much will my
daughters want to share with me

when they know I can put folks in jail?

I think they'll be smart enough
to know that you can't put

their boyfriends in jail just
for being their boyfriends.

I can't?

(CHUCKLES)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Ernie just confirmed for DOT
that Lohan changed the manifest.

Used something called steganography

to keep it from being
noticed by the other techs.

Another thing I got to worry about.

Well, the good thing about this,

unlike the future boyfriends
of your daughters,

you won't know it's there.

What do you have, Kai?

KAI: HPD gave us the list

of local folks they thought
might be involved

in the container shipment.

Now, based on the nature of
the weapons that were offloaded

and Clark's somewhat vague description,

one name floated to the top.

Jason Roberts.

Tall, muscular, shaved head.

Dishonorably discharged

almost immediately
after he finished basic training

for assaulting a bunkmate.

And he was arrested

five years ago for trying to sell an M

to an undercover FBI agent.

Why is he not in jail?

He got to plead to a lesser charge

when he flipped on a coconspirator.

So in addition to being tall,

he seems like a stand-up guy.

- Do we know how to find him?
- Yeah.

Let's grab Boom-Boom
and go get our weapons.

Call me when you have Roberts in hand.

Why am I the only one
in the entire building

that doesn't get to call him that?

Just need more bonding time.

Bonding time?

Tommy called me.

His mom's coming
from Phoenix to get him.

I'm sorry.

What did you do?

I can't talk about it, Alex.

If Tommy knows and wants
to share, he can, but... hey.

It's not my story to tell.

I asked you to help him.

I know, and I hope I did.

Not the right way!

I didn't have a choice, sweetheart.

Alex.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(EXHALES)

KAI: There's only one way in.

It's hard for us to arrive discreetly.

JESSE: And no place for
our arms dealer to run.

Hopefully he's smart
enough to know that.

Just FYI, if you find the weapons,

please don't open all the crates
and start moving the inventory.

- That's what you're focused on?
- You brought me here

because I know what to do with
the contraband, right?

JESSE: Yes.

Well, you're my ride back,
so don't slow me down.

You know, I do respect how you
don't care if people like you.

Who doesn't like me?

Nobody. No...

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

Hey, you see that?

JESSE: What?

Move, move, move!

How many of those does he have?

Based on the inventory, he'd have .

Well, how about we stop him

before he shoots all of them at us?

KAI: Hey, I hate to talk this to death,

but I vote for an indirect approach.

Modified Fabian?

That's what I was thinking.

Meaning?

Let's sneak around behind him.

Won't he see us coming?

- Kai.
- Yeah?

Propane tank.

Good idea, Boom-Boom.

NCIS!

Put it down!

Thank you.

(GRUNTS) That would've hurt.

I called you Boom-Boom back
there. I'm sorry about that.

It's all good.

JESSE (OVER PHONE): Roberts is
dead. Boom-Boom, Kai and I aren't,

despite the dude launching
some rockets at us.

- Ouch.
- Yeah.

We, uh, we did a modified
Fabian, worked out all right.

And the weapons?

Looks like everything's here.

Any idea who Roberts is working for?

We're grabbing all the
papers from his office.

Ernie's on his finances
and digital records.

So, if there's something
to be found, we'll find it.

Good. I'm glad you guys are okay.

♪ What am I to you? ♪

You're right. I don't, uh...

I don't recognize anyone.

(WHISPERS): Mm. You have
to know somebody to get in.

Oh, who do you know?

Chef Dax.

(LAUGHS)

He did the same thing back in Dallas.

He takes over restaurants on
the nights that they're closed,

and he matches the food to the place.

So, tonight we're having...

I'm guessing Pan-Asian seafood,

but that's-that's only based
on the big fish on the walls

and the soy sauce on the tables.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Hey, um...

... thank you

for caring about
how I feel about all this.

I very much care.

But I think, uh, maybe next time...

(EXHALES)

... we could go to a regular restaurant.

Where someone could see us?

(GASPS)

Wow.

I'm super excited about that.

(LAUGHS)

Um...

Okay.

In the interest of full disclosure,

I feel like I should tell you,

I'm almost certain everyone in
my office knows what's going on.

But they're on my side,

so they'll pretend they don't.

Well, then, I'm, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

I'm awfully glad that I'm...

I'm feeling more comfortable
with things.

Hey. (CLEARS THROAT)

Congrats on getting
all those weapons back.

In retrospect, seems inevitable.

Why, because there's no market
for black-market RPGs

on a fairly small island
with a giant military presence?

Yeah, there's that, uh...

it's just, mm, it's also
the stupidity of the plan.

I mean, why did Roberts k*ll
Goodrick but leave Lohan alive?

Did he think that he
would bleed to death?

Only if he skipped an entire
semester of high school biology.

- (BOTH LAUGH)
- Yeah.

Actually, you know,
now that you say that...

when we found Lohan,
there was a shower curtain

underneath the chair
where he was being held.

To keep the floor clean.

Yeah, but only necessary

if you plan to k*ll him

and move the body to hide
the location of the m*rder.

And if that was your plan,

you wouldn't forget to circle
back and finish the job.

No.

Goodrick and Roberts are dead pawns.

Clark Lohan's in charge.

And he cut off his own fingers
so we wouldn't suspect him.

And it worked.

(SIGHS)

Excuse me.

Cutting off my own fingers

is a level of commitment
I am not capable of.

He might have had one
of the other guys do it.

- Sure, but no.
- (DOOR BEEPS)

How would I work my magic?
No F, no R, no five?

Jesse and Kai are headed to
look for Lohan at the hospital.

Though I'm guessing he's already gone.

So, tell me what his next move might be.

Well, there's no evidence

Lohan is an international arms dealer,

but he worked really hard
to throw suspicion

off of himself and onto
Goodrick and Roberts.

We've realized that he
moved the container

but let Roberts steal the contents.

Maybe the container itself
was what's important.

Like, maybe,

it was built out of some sort
of radioactive material.

Interesting.

Obviously, that isn't it.

Radiation detectors installed
after Fukushima are still here,

Coast Guard uses them
all over the docks.

A meaningful amount of radiation
would trigger something.

Okay, so it's not the container?

No, no, it definitely is.

Ernie-Ernie used a CAD/CAM program

to analyze the crime scene photos.

Turns out the inside of the container

is six inches shorter than the outside.

ERNIE: Too small a discrepancy
for the human brain to hold.

We know what might be hidden back there?

No idea.

Get Whistler, figure it out.

Lucy, head to the port.
I'll have CGIS meet you there.

Clark Lohan orchestrated
the deaths of two people

to get whatever's hidden there.

Must be worth it.

LUCY: It's already gone.

A DVD?

A list compiled by DoD
of all the weapons

and weapons systems that
have been misplaced or stolen

in the last six months.

Couldn't find a mimeo machine
to make a copy with?

I thought it would be faster

than taking the time
to make a secure link

to send the file to you.

It's fine. I'm prepared
for all kinds of data.

You bring me a Betamax tape, I'm ready.

Okay, thanks. Last confirmed
sighting of Lohan

is two hours ago, when a
nurse checked his vitals.

minutes to the dock,
to weld open the wall.

He's minutes ahead of us.

We've alerted TSA and HSI
to watch the airports,

but there are no flights
departing HNL until the morning,

so that's probably not
his exit strategy.

JESSE: I mean, this guy's smart.

He knows as soon as the
hospital sees he's missing,

we're gonna find out.

Yeah, but he waited
to leave the hospital

until we cleared the crime scene.

He's thinking all of this through,

so he has to have a plan
to get himself off the island

or just get it off the islands.

Do we have any idea what it is?

Eliminating things that are too big...

... loses objects.

How do you guys lose so many things?

The DoD doesn't lose them.

It happens to have many, many things,

some of which other
people steal or lose.

Anyway, there are still
to choose from.

It's not regular ordnance.

Eighteen.

And based on its size, the power source

is either small or external.

Eleven.

A guy cut off his own fingers.

You don't do that for
a run-of-the-mill weapon.

You can steal anything
and net a million dollars.

- No, you can't.
- Yes, you can.

But this is special. It's one of a kind.

Bingo.

Best guess is that it's a prototype

of a top secret laser-guidance system

that disappeared from a
lab a couple months ago.

The developer insisted that
it was accidentally destroyed,

and there's no chatter
about it being for sale

to prove that they were wrong.

How much is it worth
on the black market?

Well, ten years of R&D,
fully functional,

but not production-ready...

- million.
- Ten million.

I have no idea. But a lot.

High-value target limits the buyers,

probably also limits the sellers.

I had Interpol send me their database

of suspected arms dealers
and known associates,

hoping to get a point of contact
between one of them

and Clark Lohan.

I didn't, but considering

how hot Lohan is right now,

his best play might be to lay low

and have the buyer come to him.

Good thought.

These guys would be
on the HSI watch list, right?

Yep.

Viktor Ivanov.

ERNIE: He landed in Kona on
the first flight this morning.

Find him.

Now.

TENNANT: Jesse, Lucy,
Viktor Ivanov is in the bar.

No sign of Clark Lohan,

so the two of you keep
laying low. We don't want him

to see you and recognize
you from the house.

I regret being so nice to him.

Don't let him change
who you are, Agent Tara.

ERNIE: Besides, what's your option?

Poke his wounds, make him cry?

Heads up. Lohan's about to walk in.

Okay, nobody move until
we're sure the backpack

has the device in it,

and give them both a chance

to get clear of the civilians
before we arrest them.

I can't see what it is.

TENNANT: It's a security token.

That's the money transfer.

Transfer's done.

Lucy, Jesse, get ready.

Ivanov's heading out the back,
Lohan is heading out the front.

Jesse, help Kai.

Lucy and Agent Reyes, stay with Lohan.

Try not to let him destroy that token.

Viktor Ivanov.

NCIS.

Put the bag down.

Raise your hands where I can see them.

(GRUNTING)

TENNANT: Jesse, Kai's in trouble.

I'm good. You go!

Clark, NCIS.

Let's put all eight fingers
on top of the car.

Nice and easy.

Gonna make a great story in prison.

(g*nshots)

Fabian!

What-what the hell does that mean?

(GROANS)

Who knew ancient Roman
strategy was so handy?

I did my research.

Great job, everyone.

(EXHALES)

But you think Tommy's gonna be okay?

I think so. I hope so.

Then you did the right thing.

I know, but...

this isn't the way I wanted it to go.

I'm worried it might make Alex

more reluctant to come to me
with his own problems.

Look, I know there's a lot
going on at your house,

and the baby's only a month away...

Hey, I'm always there for my son, okay?

I'm not here to pick a fight, Daniel.

I'm here because I'm nervous.

(EXHALES)

He's hurt and he's really,
really mad at me.

I just need to know that
you're gonna keep an eye out,

through the sleep deprivation

and the feedings and the diapers.

You didn't come to pick a fight,
you just came

to make me regret my life decisions.

No. (LAUGHS SOFTLY)

(SNIFFLES)

No.

I just want Alex to know that
he has someone to turn to.

Look, Janie,

Alex talks to me about
all sorts of things...

girls, getting invited to parties

he's not sure he should go to...
but he brought this to you.

Lucky me.

Which means, he thought you were

the right person to handle it.

He might not have known
what you were gonna do exactly,

but he's a smart kid, he knew enough.

How long you think
he's gonna be mad at me?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Remember in sixth grade,
when he wanted a phone

and we wouldn't let him have one?

- Yes.
- Longer than that.

(CHUCKLES)

But he'll come around. He loves you.

Even though he doesn't
say it often enough.

You get the fancy sign when Palakiko

got recruited to the S.E.C.?

Kid's a wall on the offensive line.

- He's gonna play on Sundays.
- Mm-hmm.

And you're gonna park close to the gym.

Everyone wins. Hey.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Have a nice evening, Jane.

You, too, Daniel.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(VEHICLE DEPARTING)

- How long you been here?
- Not long.

I just came by to put the
guidance system in the vault

until someone comes to
get it from the mainland.

How much food do you bring for lunch?

Oh, it's not food. Fingers.

I'm, uh, I'm taking it to AFMES,

mostly so they're not here anymore.

Do you want to walk with me?

We can circle by your office
and pick up your stuff.

Okay.

Then maybe we go celebrate?

Do you want to go to that restaurant

and actually try the food this time?

No.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Did Tommy already leave?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry, Alex.

About everything that happened.

If Tommy plays baseball
at his new school,

his team is called the Sand Lizards.

Are Sand Lizards fierce?

I don't know.

Me, either.

Good night, Mom.

Good night, Alex.

I love you.