MAN: Bye, babe.
I'll pick up the groceries on my way home.
Oh, uh, and add sardines to the list.
And blueberries.
You're sure?
Oh, you think I'm weird, don't you? (laughs)
I think you're beautiful.
And weird.
Hon, I'm sorry. Of course, you're not weird.
You're perfect. No. Jared, look.
JARED: What the hell?
* *
(laughing): Hey, Katie.
Are you drunk?
Maybe. A little.
I didn't get out of Air Raid till 2:00 a.m.,
and there was this off-the-hook after-party,
and everybody... Did you set up the meet?
(sighs) Not exactly.
The truth is, I'm not sure this whole
confidential informant thing is working for me.
It's not a choice, Kenny.
Well, I mean, it kind of is, right?
No! You were busted with enough contraband
to send you away for years, so either
help me get evidence on the prison guards you sell to,
or I take you back to jail.
But those jerks still owe me five grand on the last deal.
The money doesn't matter. It does to me.
They think I'm some chump they can short? No, no, no, no.
They need to make it right, or there is no deal.
It's a sting operation.
That is the whole point of the deal.
You don't keep the money either way. What's in it for me?
Staying out of prison.
Okay, just set up the meet, Kenny,
or I'm done trying to help you.
You call this "help"?
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
Morning, boss. Morning.
Assuming there's more than just some stolen tires?
Actually, there's not.
Whole bunch of stolen tires, though.
Okay and that requires the SAC because?
Well, less about what was stolen,
more about who it was stolen from.
Lot of brass live here.
Highly motivated to get some answers.
Which means we are, too. Yep.
Okay. How many cars were hit?
12. Sometime between 1:00 and 6:00 in the morning.
Whoever nabbed the tires somehow got on base
and close to their homes without being spotted.
So, no witnesses?
None so far. KAI: Hey.
Residents who have security cams all report
their systems going down for several hours last night.
At the same time? Yeah.
So, somebody hacked into everyone's security systems
to steal tires?
Seems more like a prank than theft.
Hey, Boom-Boom's back!
Doesn't seem too happy about it.
BOOM-BOOM: 36 hours ago, I was taking apart
an IED in Bahrain.
Now my talents are evidently needed to identify a...
tire thief.
Well, your talents are always appreciated.
Just to be clear, we didn't call.
Oh, my boss did. Lives in the neighborhood.
Asked me to do what I could to figure this out.
I'm not sure you're gonna have much luck.
Thieves-- they-they were smart.
They used gloves, disabled the cameras,
so there's
not much evidence.
So you're doubting my abilities?
No. No, no. That's not what I meant.
Good, 'cause that'd be a mistake. Mm.
It's nice to have you back, Boom-Boom.
It's always good to see you, Special Agent Tennant.
Boone.
I-I would... I'd never doubt your abilities.
Uh-huh. Never!
Keep me updated. Yeah.
I just... I thought Boom-Boom and I were good.
Maybe talk less.
WHISTLER: We've been planning this for months,
and suddenly he gets cold feet?
Over five grand he'll never actually get.
He's a criminal. They're not known for being dependable
or smart.
ASAC Curtis wanted to give Kenny Sparks to a more senior agent,
and I convinced him to trust me to handle it.
I can't screw it up.
He really calls himself "Kenny Sparks"?
Yeah. Tells you everything you need to know.
This is the first CI you've handled.
Give it time. I don't have time.
Curtis wants the meet set this week.
Take down the prison guards.
It's a big case. 'Cause
Kenny sells them burner phones and drugs for the inmates?
And the guards have info on every gang inside the prison.
I mean, it could help make a lot of other cases.
(sighs) Look, I can't help you with Kenny,
but I can tell you this.
You are smart, resourceful,
and you look fantastic in that suit.
You got this.
Morning, Kate. FBI have something for us on tire-gate?
(laughing): Uh, no.
Just dropped in for a little moral support.
But I'll leave you to it.
Everything okay?
Kate's running her first CI, and he's giving her problems.
Ah. They almost always do.
Any luck with the security footage?
Still going through it. Nothing yet.
All right, go back a few hours.
They could've been on base and waiting.
(phone buzzing)
Well, it looks like Ernie's got something.
All right, go check it out.
I got to update the base commander in a couple hours.
Hoping to have something to share.
Hey. What do tires, spoons,
mannequins and golf trophies have in common?
Uh... they're all nouns?
Really?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
Yeah. I'm at a loss, too.
I'm hoping that wasn't just a random question.
I don't think tires were this thief's first caper.
Caper?
Has more flair than "illicit activity."
I found similar crimes going back the last few months.
Three country clubs were hit.
But only the golf trophies were stolen.
They worth anything? Only to the people who won them.
And this one:
a bunch of luxury clothing stores
at the mall were burglarized,
and the thieves only took the mannequins.
Very caper-esque. See? And finally,
a neighborhood on the windward side of the island
had seven houses robbed in one night.
Well, that's more serious.
Not when you hear what they stole. Spoons.
Spoons?
Bizarre, right?
Well, clearly, suspect's not doing this for the money.
All the other thefts happened off base?
Yeah. And I can't find any connections between them.
(phone buzzing) Oh, it's Jesse.
Maybe he found something at the crime scene.
Well? Uh,
actually, they... lost something.
BOOM-BOOM: How can it be gone?!
It was right there.
It's okay. It's okay. We're locking down the base.
We'll find your van. Okay?
How is this okay when all the evidence
I collected was in there?
Right. Definitely not okay.
We got it. Ernie tracked the van using GPS.
It's one block over.
Oh, easy. It doesn't feel right.
What? Like it's a trap? Easy enough
to set explosives, wait for us to get close.
(loud popping) JESSE: Get back!
What the hell?
What is that?
Elephant toothpaste. (laughs)
Is it dangerous?
Only to my evidence... and my pride.
It's kind of awesome.
Devon Gage and Ross Lamont have a combined 15 years
of working at FDC Honolulu.
Operating a criminal enterprise the whole time.
Agent Whistler.
Uh, Gage and Lamont run a contraband pipeline to convicts.
A couple months ago,
I identified their supplier-- Kenny Sparks.
Took some convincing, but he agreed to wear a wire,
set a meet to take them down.
We make a case against these guards, and we can turn them.
Gain access to the inner workings
of criminal networks across the state.
We'll have a time and place soon, so let's prep.
I want to share an ops plan with the OIG by end-of-day.
Thank you.
Kate?
How's it going with Sparks?
Uh... (laughs) He's a handful.
I've been there.
You've done a great job so far.
Identifying him, bringing him in,
getting him to cooperate. Thank you.
But I'm wondering why Sparks hasn't set the meet yet.
Kenny's being difficult.
Cold feet? Not exactly.
There's a financial dispute between him and our targets.
Nothing I can't handle.
No doubt. Still, it wouldn't hurt for me to, uh,
meet him myself, just to kick the tires.
He's pretty nervous already.
I don't need to tell you how much we've got riding on this.
I'd like for you to set that up.
Of course. I'll call him now.
Yes, I got a couple of acceptances,
but I'm still waiting to hear back
from my first choice, and...
Um, hey, I got to go, okay?
Okay. Yup, talk later.
Didn't hear you come in.
Years of stealth training.
As a spy? As a nosy mom.
I don't remember you mentioning a first-choice college.
Probably 'cause I didn't.
But you have one?
I got to study. Yeah, sure.
You know what? I didn't even want to know anyways.
Reverse psychology? Really?
It was worth a try. Embarrassing to both of us.
But not as embarrassing as Jesse and Kai.
They're totally blowing up on RushCut, literally.
Wait. What does any of that mean?
You haven't seen it yet? Seen what?
For real? Look, okay.
It's got, like, 10,000 hits.
(popping) JESSE: Get back!
(laughs)
What the hell? What is that?
I sent it to Gracie, made sure she saw it.
Yeah, I'm sure her dad appreciated that.
Who posted this?
Mm. Frankie-A.
Not sure if it's a person or a group.
But they posted this other one that's pretty funny.
All these Navy dudes come out of their houses,
and the tires on their cars are just gone.
Hysterical.
Hey, um, I'm gonna need you to send me those videos.
Okay.
(sighs)
Sorry. Did I wake you?
It's okay. Can't sleep?
Oh. Might be the sound
of my career going down the drain that's keeping me up.
As long as you're not putting too much pressure on yourself.
(laughs)
Hey, thought you got Kenny to set the meet.
Well, I did after a lot of arm-twisting.
But Curtis wants to meet with him tomorrow.
I think he's losing faith in me.
Kate, you're, like, his best agent.
Then why can't I keep Kenny in line? You will.
Things go sideways on all of us sometimes.
I'm just used to being...
better at things than everyone else.
I bet you freaked out
every time you got a B on a test.
I never got a B. Hmm.
(phone ringing)
Oh.
What's up, Kenny?
Katie! (laughs)
You should be here. The DJ is dope!
Uh, not in the mood for a dope DJ.
What do you need? There a problem with the meet?
Yeah, my money's the problem, Katie.
I can't just let those guys get away
without paying what they owe.
It's bad business.
It's not business, Kenny.
I told you. It's a sting...
But it's my money!
From the commission of a crime.
Yeah. Look, I called off the meet.
Kenny, no, that's not the plan.
They're not getting a thing from me until I see some green.
Trust me. It's the right move here. I got go.
(sighs)
You have something uplifting and encouraging to say now?
(sighs) I got nothing.
(sighs)
TENNANT: Any luck on the videos I sent?
Have to admit, I was a little surprised you found these.
Because I'm too old for RushCut?
I refuse to answer that on the grounds
that it may incriminate me. Smart.
Alex showed me.
Also said I wasn't allowed to get my own account.
Mm. Doesn't want you to see what he and his friends post?
Which makes me only want to see even more.
I used to know everything about this kid.
Now, I don't even know his first-choice college.
ERNIE: Oh, it'll get worse.
After he leaves, you'll be completely shut out.
Did I say that out loud?
Well, Frankie-A's been busy.
We found posts on all the thefts
that Ernie identified, plus a few others.
All right, show me. ERNIE: Okay.
He started small.
Fairly innocent pranks.
Other than the whole breaking-and-entering thing.
Why spoons? 'Cause it's funny.
I mean, not to me, of course.
But then, the thefts changed, seemed to get more personal.
ERNIE: The golf trophies were all taken
from private country clubs.
Hashtagged "rich-people-problems."
And the post with the stolen tires slams military officers.
Sounds like someone has a problem with authority.
Well, the thefts are evolving.
And becoming more sophisticated.
Getting onto base,
hacking personal security cams takes skill.
All right, well, any luck tracking down Frankie-A?
No, RushCut accounts are anonymous.
Frankie-A could be anybody.
I think it's a reference to Frank Abagnale.
The Catch Me If You Can guy?
I don't think this is quite at his level.
And Frankie-A doesn't seem to be in it for the money.
Not yet, anyway.
Keep digging.
Hey, Boom-Boom. I got your text. (camera shutter clicking)
You said you found something?
I look like Boom-Boom to you?
Hey, Bam Bam. I'm sorry.
I don't mistake you for Boone or Tennant.
I didn't see you.
Even though I'm standing right in front of you?
Uh... What's going on?
Holman thinks we look alike.
KAI: I really don't.
I don't.
Well, I'll take that as a compliment.
And we can move on. Yes, please. Thank you.
I... I got your text. You said you had a lead?
Yeah. Been examining the device
that set off the elephant toothpaste.
It's pretty impressive, actually.
Small explosive set off by a remote detonator,
probably from a cell phone.
Like a bomb?
Yeah, only this one isn't dangerous.
Just strong enough to break the bottom of some tubes
and allow the chemicals to mix.
Um, how exactly is this stuff made?
Skipped that day of seventh grade science, huh?
BAM BAM: It's pretty easy.
Concentrated hydrogen peroxide,
potassium chloride as a catalyst.
You know what a catalyst is, right?
Makes it go boom? Close enough.
BAM BAM: Then you add soap, food coloring
and baking yeast. Lots of baking yeast in this case.
I did some digging. Turns out,
the commissary here sold over 100 bags of it last week.
To one person?
BOOM-BOOM: Lieutenant Commander William Morrison.
Navy pilot. Lives on base.
This is great. Thank you, Boom-Boom.
I'm Boom-Boom. She's Bam Bam.
Isn't that what I said? I... I don't know.
Is it?
Uh, I'm...
Great work, both of you. Thank you.
Sorry.
He's fun to mess with.
Always brings sunshine to my day.
KENNY: Katie,
I-I know you're pissed, but...
What's going on? Who...?
(laughing): Who is this?
My colleague, Special Agent Curtis.
We agreed I would only talk to you.
You also agreed to set a meet, which you cancelled.
So let's not worry about agreements right now.
You've been giving Agent Whistler the runaround.
Is that what you told him?
Kenny, we just really need you to...
Shut up and listen is what we need, Kenny.
Or you can leave here in cuffs.
All right?
Special Agent Whistler caught you
with the burner phones and drugs.
If we can't get the guards, we get you.
Is that simple enough to understand?
I have been helping. Not enough.
You make sure the meet is back on, or I'll make sure
you don't see the light of day for ten years.
Katie...
Just do what he said, Kenny, okay?
Lieutenant Commander Morrison co-pilots a C-2 Greyhound.
He runs supplies and cargo to aircraft carriers.
That's him. Doesn't look like a guy
that spends a lot of time on RushCut.
Commander Morrison, I'm NCIS Special Agent Jane Tennant,
this is Special Agent Boone.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Sure. What about?
Maybe we can start with, uh, golf trophies.
Uh, okay. I... I don't play.
We're investigating
a series of thefts, and your name came up.
Somebody stole golf trophies?
JESSE: Not only trophies,
but tires and mannequins
and, uh... spoons. Mm.
Do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth?
Have you recently purchased a large quantity of baking yeast?
(laughing): I barely even cook.
And I just got back last night from a run to the USS Nimitz.
What's in here?
My camper van.
I mean, not that I ever get to use it.
Look, be honest, okay?
Did the guys from the squadron put you up to this?
We're gonna need to take a look.
Sure. No problem.
Here you go.
As you can plainly see,
I got nothing to hide.
(sighs)
Trophies, tires, spoons and mannequins.
Can you explain how all this ended up here?
I don't know.
Somebody must've put it there while I was gone.
Who else has access?
Nobody.
I hope I don't need to remind you
that keeping things from us is an offense in and of itself.
My son. Robbie.
17 and too damn smart for his own good.
Okay, well, where is Robbie now?
I haven't seen him since I got back.
My camper van's gone, too.
Why the hell would he do this?
(sighs)
Hard to believe
a teenager committed all these crazy thefts.
KAI: Yeah. Kid's super intelligent,
but he's been in trouble before.
Got kicked out of three schools in Arizona,
and had to come live here with his dad.
What'd he do?
Most recently? He hacked his school's computer network.
Changing test scores?
Adding Christmas bonuses to janitorial staff.
Makes me kind of like him.
Yeah. Cute.
Okay, GPS on Morrison's camper van says
it should be right around here.
All right, let's try not to spook him.
NCIS!
(whines, barks)
Oh, my gosh. You're not Robbie.
No, you're not, little guy. You're not Robbie at all, huh?
Hey, Luce, I got him. Robbie?
Robbie Morrison! NCIS!
You stay here, buddy, okay?
LUCY: Robbie, stop!
KAI: Robbie.
You got your pick?
Yeah. (engine starting)
Think we'd better hurry. Yeah.
Okay, got it.
Hey! Hey, get back here!
Got to give him credit.
Pretty impressive getaway.
Hey. Still no sign of Robbie?
No, but Jesse and Kai found the plane he stole at Dillingham.
Was anyone hurt? Looked like he landed safely.
He's lucky. Even left some cash for gas.
Morrison confirmed that Robbie's been taking flying lessons
the last few years.
Following in his dad's footsteps.
Or trying to fly the nest. Literally.
Morrison said that there's been a lot of tension
between them since he and his wife divorced.
This kind of tension could get him or someone else killed.
Which is why we need to find him before that happens.
Any luck tracking his phone?
No. He probably changed his SIM card.
(dog barks, whines)
I'm sorry. Do we have a visitor?
LUCY: Yeah, he's vicious.
Until you rub his belly.
Oh. Hey, if you end up adopting that little guy,
we'll have a playdate with him and Pepper.
Not happening.
Puppies are cute, but they grow up to be dogs.
I'll drop him off at Morrison's later.
You have something for us, Ernie?
Yeah, I was digging into Robbie's social media profile.
The one for Frankie-A? No, for Robbie himself.
Frankie-A's pranks target mostly authority figures.
But on his personal posts, Robbie is more of a crusader.
He's always supporting the underdog and getting into
some heated exchanges. It's pretty wide-range, too.
Protecting the environment, social issues, animal rights.
Underpaid janitorial workers.
Exactly. Almost feels like he's looking for a fight.
Anything that might help us track him down?
Not yet, but I made a contact list--
anyone he might reach out to.
Good. I'll get Jesse and Kai to keep an eye out
for the father in case Robbie reaches out.
Okay. Hi.
(whines)
(phone ringing)
Hey, Kate, everything all right?
I don't know. Meet's officially back on.
Set for tomorrow night.
That sounds all right.
Yeah, but I'm worried it's gonna fall apart.
Kenny was so upset.
I don't know if we can count on him.
Did you tell ASAC Curtis that?
Well, I don't want him to feel like I'm undermining him.
His instincts are probably right here.
Doesn't sound like
you believe that, even a little bit.
(sighs) Yeah, I don't know what I believe.
Stop second-guessing your instincts, Kate.
That's not you.
You break murderers for breakfast.
Terrorists for lunch and kingpins for a midday snack.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm a badass.
I got to go.
Bye.
Everything's set for tomorrow night.
I've alerted the team. Oh, good.
I knew Kenny'd come through.
Well, he almost didn't.
He tried to back out of his CI agreement.
That's not unusual. They scare easy.
Sure.
Is there something else?
Uh, yes, sir, there is.
You agreed to trust me to handle Kenny up until now.
Why didn't you trust me enough to see this through?
To be honest, you didn't exactly inspire confidence.
Well, I assure you, I've had the situation fully under control.
Look, I was only trying to protect you and this operation.
Well, with all due respect,
I don't need protecting.
All right, then.
Kenny's all yours.
Make some magic happen tomorrow.
Thank you, sir.
(phone buzzing)
Kate Whistler.
What? No. No.
Don't-don't do anything. I'm on my way.
JESSE: I'm not sure following Morrison's gonna do
much good.
Well, his son's a fugitive.
Don't you think he'll want to make contact?
I mean, I think he's got as little idea
what's going on with Robbie as we do.
There he comes. (engine revving)
What's this now?
MAN: Hey.
Can I help you, man? (grunting)
Hey!
Federal agents! Back off!
(grunting)
Hey!
Stop! Hey, stop! (tires squealing)
(panting)
(tires squeal, engine revs)
Hey. Hey, Commander Morrison?
Yeah. This is Special Agent Jesse Boone, NCIS.
I need an ambulance at 1070 King Street right away.
Oh, there she is.
You're about to find out what a huge mistake you've made.
Officer Martinez?
I'm Agent Whistler. Thank you for calling.
Loudmouth here says he works for you.
Claims he's deputized.
Tell her, Katie. Tell her how important I am.
Stop talking.
What exactly happened here?
Neighbor reported suspicious activity.
Like he was casing the house up the street, trying to get in.
Which I explained was part of a top secret operation.
When I approached him, he tried to run.
I had to chase him down, detain him.
He hasn't shut up since.
It's true. Kenny is assisting on an investigation.
And I appreciate everything you've done, but
I can take it from here. You sure?
Little time behind bars might do this jerk some good.
Yeah, I couldn't agree more,
but I got it, if that's okay with you.
(laughing): Yeah.
Sorry for the misunderstanding, Officer.
FBI values your service.
Just don't.
Devon Gage's house?
Really? One of the targets of our investigation?
I know where he hides his cash.
I figured I'd make myself whole since you won't lift a finger.
So you were gonna rob him?!
What's wrong with you?
This operation took months to put together,
and you're about to blow it over a couple thousand dollars?
Get locked up?
You know what? Set up the meet your damn selves.
I'm done.
(sighs)
Hey.
How's he doing?
Two skull fractures.
They're keeping him under because
of some swelling on the brain.
And the suspect?
We looked through security footage for the vehicle,
but there's no good angle, and the plates were covered.
So it was premeditated.
It's got to be connected
to Robbie's thefts, right? I guess.
He didn't really steal anything of value.
We're missing a piece only Robbie can fill in.
Kid's got no idea his dad's in the hospital,
and we got no way of reaching him.
Actually, we do.
Hey, Ernie, I need you to do something.
* *
Dad!
Hello, Robbie.
We were hoping you'd show up.
You've been busy.
You tricked me, huh?
Posted that video of my dad getting hurt on RushCut?
Had a feeling you'd see it.
Wasn't a trick, Robbie.
Your dad's in pretty bad shape.
Is he gonna be okay?
TENNANT: Doctors hope so.
I was just messing around.
Yeah, well, someone took it personal.
It was just funny videos. They're crimes, Robbie.
Your dad mentioned that you'd had some difficulties
with your mom in Arizona.
Her boyfriend and I didn't get along.
She chose him.
That's hard.
Yeah, well, Arizona sucks, anyway.
So you move in with your dad?
Yeah, he wasn't expecting that. He's gone a lot.
But it doesn't matter. I'm fine.
What you've been doing isn't fine.
Nobody was getting hurt.
Can't say that anymore.
Look, whoever did this to your dad could be looking for you.
I'm gonna need a list of every theft you've committed, Robbie,
no matter how small.
You've got to find whoever did this.
He needs to pay.
WHISTLER: Just...
call me back, okay? We need to talk.
Please, Kenny.
Hey!
Everything okay, Kate?
Well, I was hoping we could talk, but if you're busy...
No. Let's talk.
The case I'm working on got me rattled.
It just feels like I don't know what I'm doing.
This is the CI?
He's impossible, completely undependable.
Says he'll cooperate, changes his mind.
Get him back in line, he does it all over again.
How do I... make him get in line?
Well, you may not be able to make him do anything.
What? So I just give up?
No, that's not what I'm saying.
You can't make him cooperate.
You're gonna have to convince him.
All right, what does he want?
Well, to stay out of jail, I assume.
Well, that's logical, but most criminals don't think logically.
Doesn't not going to jail make sense to everybody?
I've handled a lot of CIs.
Every one of them is different.
They're people, not tools.
You're gonna have to get to know them.
Figure out what motivates them.
Is it money? Fear? Love?
You're saying I need to get inside his head
and figure out what makes him tick.
And use it to convince him
that cooperating is what he wants.
Good luck.
Hey.
Ah. Still puppy-sitting. (yelps)
He's a very good helper. Yeah?
Well, has he helped you identify Morrison's assailant yet?
LUCY: Sadly,
no, but we've gone through the list of thefts
that Robbie gave you. Housewives,
senior military officers, golfers.
No criminal records or history of violence.
Maybe he left some out?
Strange. He doesn't have any collar or tags.
And there were no toys or dog food
at the Morrisons' house, either.
Well, I'm pretty sure the puppy isn't a suspect.
No, but how did Robbie get him?
Maybe it's not Robbie's dog.
Let's find out.
Robbie's at Juvenile Detention.
Let's give 'em a call. Wait, wait.
Oh, this sounds like the spark of genius igniting.
I like how you put things. Thank you.
This attack might not be the result of Frankie-A's thefts,
but because of Robbie's real-life account.
You said he was involved with a lot of causes
and had some heated exchanges.
One of them was with a guy suspected
of breeding fighting dogs-- Nico Androv.
Androv's pretty blatant about what he does with these dogs.
Well, dogfighting's illegal.
Well, here, but not abroad.
They code.
Like, they call a big dogfight a "convention."
A "champion" is a dog that's won three fights.
Authorities haven't shut him down?
None of the fights take place on U.S. soil.
He trains them, ships them off.
(dog barks)
Dogs aren't born violent.
The breeders make them that way.
And Robbie always champions the underdog.
(whines)
That little guy might be worth ten grand
if he's from a champion line.
If Robbie took a whole litter, no wonder Androv's pissed.
Send Androv's picture to Jesse and Kai,
see if they recognize him.
Robbie's gone.
Gone where? No one knows.
He disappeared from the detention facility.
At the hospital, Robbie said
whoever attacked his father was gonna pay.
He already knew who it was.
He's going after Androv.
Thanks for meeting me, Kenny.
I don't want to fight, Katie.
Do what you got to do.
I'm not changing my mind.
Hey, I get it. You got to make your own choices.
I'm just here 'cause I love the water.
I'm most relaxed when I'm out on the waves surfing.
You surf? Yeah, as much as I can.
There's a lot you don't know about me.
And there is a lot I don't know about you, either.
Like what? Your real name
is Kenneth Abramowitz, not Kenny Sparks.
It's in my record. Yeah, I know it.
But I didn't know that Kenneth Abramowitz applied
to join the sheriff's department back in Ventura,
where you're from.
I got rejected. Twice.
Said I wasn't fit.
Must've hurt.
Especially with your father and older brother both cops.
I was never good enough for them,
and man, would they let everyone know.
But Kenny,
you got a chance here to show everyone how good you are.
By getting pinched by the FBI and forced to cooperate?
No one's forcing you.
You made some really bad choices,
but you can start making good ones.
It's up to you.
And my money?
This was never about the money, Kenny.
'Cause you know we'd never let you keep it.
It's about respect.
Yeah?
Those guys took advantage of you.
Same way they're taking advantage
of their power as guards.
But you can help stop them.
I'm giving you the opportunity to earn some respect.
It's up to you to take it.
* *
(barking)
Oh, watch out!
(sighs) Guess this is the place.
Yeah, looks like Robbie's already here.
He must be freeing Androv's dogs.
Vests aren't gonna help much if one of these dogs attacks.
Oh, great. ROBBIE: Let go!
Robbie! No, wait, please!
(dog growling) Get in there!
(barking)
Let's see how much of a smart-ass you are now!
(barking)
Help!
NCIS! Get Androv.
(barking)
Hey, hey. It's okay.
(grunting)
(grunts) You're under arrest, scumbag!
(barking, growling) Hey, hey.
(growling, barking) Easy.
Climb over the fence. Go.
(growling) It's okay. Good boy. There you go.
(barking) You're a good boy, aren't you?
We're gonna find you a new home, okay?
That's a promise. (growling)
(barking)
You okay?
Yeah, but if you hadn't come...
Hey, hey, it's over now. You're safe, okay?
You're safe. Come on. All right.
CURTIS: You sure he'll hold it together?
Don't worry. Kenny's solid.
Okay, here we go.
WHISTLER: Come on, Kenny.
Sparks.
Wasn't sure you'd show up.
I almost didn't.
You seem jumpy tonight.
Yeah? 'Cause you guys owe me.
I was worried you'd pull another fast one.
LAMONT: Is that all it is?
Show me the money,
I'll be totally chill.
Merchandise first.
This bunch is even better.
I've got burner phones in books,
and toothpaste with high-grade weed.
And ecstasy disguised as aspirin.
GAGE: Impressive.
Come on, get the money.
It's all going home with me.
If I don't see some cash.
GAGE: It's all there.
That's all we need. Move in! Move in!
Nice work, Agent.
Federal agents!
FBI! Don't move!
Hands up!
(excited chatter)
(laughs)
I'm sorry, Dad.
Yeah. Me, too.
I'm just glad you're okay.
TENNANT: You know, for a smart kid,
confronting Androv alone was a dumb choice.
Those dogs didn't have any choice.
But you're right.
So, you're taking me back to juvie?
Just to pick up your stuff.
(sighs)
There may be a better way for you
to make restitution for your crimes.
(door opens)
So you're the kid that messed up my van, huh?
Uh... yeah. I'm real sorry about that.
Well, that was a real pain-in-the-ass move.
You know that, right?
Kind of cool, though.
I hear you got some talent with computers.
Yeah, I guess so.
TENNANT: Well, it might be a win for everyone
if you put your talents to more productive use.
BAM BAM: We work with kids on the island, teaching
science and coding.
Deal is, you do your community service hours with us.
Stay out of trouble, listen to everything we tell you.
Your record gets clean.
Lot more fun fighting crime than committing it.
What do you say?
Yeah.
(insects trilling)
(door opens, closes)
Hey. Hope you ate.
There were some leftovers in the fridge.
Yeah. Um, I wasn't hungry.
Is everything okay?
I don't know.
I heard from my first-choice school.
Oh, baby.
Hey, I'm sorry.
But you got into those other schools, so you have choices.
No, Mom. That's... that's not it.
I got in.
(laughing): Oh, my God. What? This is great! Yeah.
That's amazing. All right, do I get to know
what school it is now?
I got into the U.S. Naval Academy.
I'm going to Annapolis.
(gasps)
Sounds like the operation couldn't have gone any better.
So, how'd you get Kenny to come around?
I took Tennant's advice. Figured out what makes him tick.
Loud techno and go-go dancers?
A little respect. And really,
well, just to feel good about himself.
Well, guess you two aren't that different.
(both laugh softly)
Hey, thank you for putting up with me.
I find you very easy to put up with.
How did I get through all those months with you away?
No idea.
I am pretty awesome. Yes.
Yes, you are. (laughs)
(phone ringing) No.
(scoffs) Sorry.
I will get rid of him.
(laughing): Katie!
I told you not to call unless it was an emergency.
It's a total emergency.
I got a big lead, partner. Wait till you hear.
We're not partners. WOMAN: Kenny?
Hold on. I'll be right there.
It's the scoop of the year, Katie.
Get ready for what Kenny Sparks got for you, baby.
(laughing): Right?
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