* *
(both gasp, laugh)
MAN: Here we are.
Thank you.
(laughs)
To my...
fiancée. Mm...
The most beautiful,
brilliant
and kick-ass entrepreneur O'ahu has ever seen.
(laughs) I only just signed the lease.
4,000 square feet
of prime Honolulu real estate that you will turn
into the most successful spa on this island.
I am in awe of your talent.
I couldn't have done it without you.
What is it, baby?
Don't turn around.
We're being watched.
I'm gonna get us to safety.
But I need you to do exactly what I say.
(exhales)
Okay, but Jack-- It'll be fine.
Let's go.
Who's following us, Jack?
No time for questions. You remember the plan, right?
Yes. Don't talk to anyone, wait for you to reach out.
And the go bag, have it ready. Right, of course.
But I-I don't understand.
What does this mean? It means I'm not safe.
And if you're with me, neither are you.
But, Jack--
Everything is gonna be all right.
I'll do everything in my power to protect you.
Have the bag ready, wait for my call.
Jack, wait.
(grunting)
Jack! Jack!
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
Jack!
* *
Darn it!
Four points, Juicy Lucy.
Two points, Boomtown Boone.
No. See, I alternate weight training
and boxing with zone two cardio,
depending on the day of the week.
Know what I'm saying? Okay.
Hey.
Morning.
How was the run?
Oh, it was fantastic.
10K in just under 42 minutes.
(whistles)
You two really missed out. Right, Holman?
(gasping): Yeah. Yeah, you really missed out.
Sorry we couldn't make it. Been a busy morning.
Yeah, looks like it.
Hey, you, uh, doing okay there, buddy?
KAI: Yeah, yeah.
I'm okay. Just letting the oxygen
run back into my lungs. SAM: You know what?
I'm gonna make you a juice.
You got to up your nutrition game,
VO2 max for the Devil Dash. Yeah.
What? "Devil Dash"?
It's an Ironman triathlon on the island, and, uh,
when Sam mentioned it, I said it sounds...
sounds cool, so...
Hey, you-you don't think that he thinks that--
That you're going to do it with him?
SAM: Hey.
You aren't allergic to fungi, right?
Mm, he definitely thinks that.
What the hell kind of juice is he making you?
(panting)
You guys played Trashball without me?
Yep.
Damn it.
Hi, can I, can I help you?
Hi. I-I need to speak to someone
with top-secret security clearance.
Oh, actually, we all have top-secret security clearances.
What is this regarding?
My fiancé.
Uh, he works in Navy intelligence.
What's his name and rank?
It's Commander Jack Spence. (stammers)
I have classified information.
I need to speak to the top boss.
I-I hear you, ma'am.
I-I just, I'll need a little more context--
My fiancé is imminent danger.
He's involved in Operation Red Rabbit.
I can't say more here.
Okay.
Okay, uh, well, if you just want to take a seat,
and we'll be right with you.
JESSE: What's that about?
Operation Red Rabbit.
What's that? No idea.
I can't tell you how much I have hesitated coming here.
I-I know the importance of secrecy for his missions.
I mean, most of the Navy isn't even aware of their existence.
Did you get a look at the guy who was following you?
Um, not a good one. I mean, he's...
balding, mid-40s, tall.
We lost him once we were in the stairwell.
TENNANT: It sounds like a scary experience.
Has anything like this happened before?
Jack disappearing?
No.
I mean, he goes off the grid sometimes.
Travels to God knows where.
It's part of the job, but...
this was different.
I mean, someone was after him here, where we live.
This elite task force that he's in.
Do you know the name of his CO?
Or other members of his unit? No.
Jack-Jack would never give up classified information.
Even to me.
TENNANT: But he gave up
Operation Red Rabbit? Yes.
But only the name.
And I overheard him say it once on the phone.
To who? I have no idea.
Look, I-I wouldn't have come here unless I feared the worst.
Okay, that he has been compromised--
Or killed.
By enemy agents.
Look.
You did the right thing by coming to us, okay?
And we will do everything that we can to find him.
But the more information that we have,
the better.
Is there anything else you can tell us
that may help us find him?
Um...
You can look in, um, his office at our house.
It's locked.
I'm not supposed to go in.
We'll look into it.
(quietly): Thank you.
An elite Navy intelligence task force?
Why haven't we heard of it?
Doesn't mean they don't exist.
Ever heard of Task Force 157?
No. TENNANT: Task Force 157
is a secret Navy intel group.
Ran ops for over a decade.
Including overthrowing the Chilean government.
SAM: Supposedly did jobs that were too sensitive
or too dirty for the CIA.
Supposedly.
Disbanded in '77, existence officially denied.
JESSE: Wow, so we thinking Jack Spence
might be a real Navy secret agent? Yes, we do.
My source at ONI could confirm the existence
of Operation Red Rabbit
and of Lieutenant Commander Jack Spence.
But that's as far as I can get.
Everything else remains classified.
A Navy intelligence officer
is pulled off the streets of Hawai'i?
TENNANT: We don't know if he was
pulled off yet. Maybe he's in hiding.
Either way, you'd think ONI
would want to know what happened to their guy.
Unless they already do.
I'll put in a call to PACOM, see if we can't get read in.
Great.
Ernie, will you-- Go through CCTV footage
of the restaurant? It's downloading as we speak.
Jesse, grab Kai. Head over to Talia and Spence's house.
Good. I was hoping to get the secret spy room.
Look, if Commander Spence is in trouble,
we need to find him fast.
(engine shuts off)
Okay. Uh...
(phone chiming)
(sighs)
Sorry.
(sighs) Sorry.
What's that about?
Oh, Sam's got me signed up on this... wellness app.
It rates the quality of my steps. (chuckles)
Special apps, Ironman triathlon?
You're in deep, my friend.
Nah, it's cool. He's just, like, really, really into fitness.
And you're really into him.
I'm just trying to make new friends, Jesse.
Well, mission accomplished.
Wow. It's a nice house.
Yeah.
Clearly no kids.
Mm-hmm.
Sure.
You notice something else?
There is hardly any sign of Jack Spence.
Yeah. No personal items,
mementos.
Not even a picture of him and Talia.
Yeah, maybe it's a security risk.
Maybe.
Think we found it.
I'll grab the shim from the car. No need.
This is just a standard-issue three-wheel combination lock.
And that means...?
Just got to listen for the clicks.
And have had...
some really odd hobbies in high school.
Wow.
Whoa.
Hey.
Any chance you encountered security lasers in high school?
Gettin' some serious Jason Bourne vibes.
Looks like fake passports.
Listening devices.
Why would a Navy intelligence officer
keep all this at home?
Maybe because he's not supposed to have it.
Take a look.
Whoa.
Looks like hieroglyphics or a...
cipher.
You know what it means?
Spence has got a lot more going on than even Talia thinks.
(sighs)
ERNIE: You see there? That's the man Talia identified at the bar.
The one who was watching them.
He's throwing some serious shade their way.
Yeah. Or he's waiting for them to be done with their table.
When Spence and Talia leave, he doesn't follow them.
He stays put.
Maybe she has the wrong guy.
Well, no one else from the restaurant
are following them, either.
However, outside is a different story.
I don't know where he ended up, but watch the unmarked SUV.
It peeled off right after him.
Same SUV pulled up behind them
when they arrived at the restaurant.
Okay, so he was being followed.
(computer beeps) (phone buzzes)
Oh, it's Kai,
with pics from inside Spence's house.
ERNIE: "La."
I think they think it's some sort of cipher.
Maybe the dots and the dashes are Morse code?
ERNIE: "La."
LUCY: Or here. See?
The birds and the waves.
Looks like some
ancient Egyptian cave dwellings. (gasps)
Kate knows a guy at U.H. who can help...
La. La. See the kahako?
Mm-hmm. That's Hawaiian for "sun."
And this one is Sanskrit for "sun."
They all mean "sun."
So, we thinking it's
a... a highly-coded map,
like directions in relation to the sun kind of thing?
No, we're thinking it isn't a cipher at all.
It's a logo.
Sunstreak Café in Waimanalo?
What does Secret Agent Jack Spence
have to do with a bakery?
(indistinct chatter)
(Hawaiian music playing)
Oh. Smells good.
Yeah, refined sugar.
The enemy of discipline and promise.
Right. Yeah, of course.
I was just, like...
You're training for the Devil Dash.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
Copy. Excuse me.
What can I get you?
Putting out a fresh tray of pistachio malasadas.
Flavor of the week.
Yeah, and they look amazing.
But actually, we're federal agents with NCIS.
Yeah, we were wondering if we could
ask the owner a few questions?
I'm the owner. Jill Lee.
SAM: Okay. What's this regarding?
(phone keyboard tapping)
Do you know this man?
I've never seen him before.
Excuse me.
Are you sure?
'Cause we have reason to believe
he's spent time in here.
Look, I don't know everyone that comes in.
Well, maybe we can ask some of your employees?
I can connect you with a few.
Let me just grab another tray from the oven.
I'll be right back.
Think she's lying?
About everything but the malasadas.
Jack, it's happening.
They're here and they're in the front
and I don't know what to do...
You mind if I keep this?
Where is Jack Spence?
I have no idea.
He gave me that phone for emergencies.
Okay, let's start this again.
But this time, with the truth.
How do you know Jack Spence?
He's my fiancé.
And if you're here, then that means he must be in trouble.
(door opens)
Have you located Jack?
We're still putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
Thank you for your patience.
So... how did you and Jack meet?
Uh, we met online seven months ago.
Seven months? Short courtship.
Well, when we finally met in person,
things moved quickly.
And when you know, you know, right?
I would definitely call it whirlwind.
We met on a dating app a year ago.
Jack swooped into my life.
I had practically given up on dating,
I was so focused on work.
At what point did he tell you
that he worked with Navy intelligence?
It must have been a couple months in.
He'd be away for stretches at a time.
He'd be unreachable.
He felt that he had to explain why.
JILL: Even though I worry about him
when he's gone,
in a way, it's good for me.
I can really focus on the café.
That's been a huge part of our connection.
The café.
How so? Well, Sunstreak, you know,
was just a little coffee cart
when we started dating.
Jack... really encouraged me to
turn it into a full-blown restaurant.
He even designed the logo.
TALIA: He's been so supportive.
Expanding the salon, that was his idea.
He helped secure the loan.
JILL: He's been there for me
every step of the way.
(exhales) I've had to take out lines of credit recently.
I didn't know that was possible.
Business been slow?
TENNANT: Did Jack ever ask you for money?
Sure. Yeah.
Uh, I helped him buy a car.
It's too risky to use his own name.
The Navy can be slow to reimburse mission expenses.
I've had to help Jack out of a couple sticky situations,
financially speaking.
And then, of course, uh, the go bag.
Go bag?
Yeah, part of his bug-out plan.
$50,000 in cash for if he calls.
Emergency use only.
I guess love really is blind.
KAI: $250,000.
That is how much Spence "borrowed"
from Talia and Jill combined.
LUCY: Safe to say
none of it was for actual official business.
No, and his secret spy room is a complete fake.
The passports are knockoffs
and the security lasers connect to nothing.
Man, is this guy even in the Navy?
Why are you on an exercise ball?
SAM: To strengthen his core.
(whispers): I think he hid my chair.
SAM: So,
I found Jack Spence.
Oh, that's great.
There's only one problem.
He's been stationed in Bahrain for the past year.
So definitely not the same guy Talia and Jill are engaged to.
Sounds like our Jack Spence is 100% con man.
KAI: Yeah, but how'd he know about
Operation Red Rabbit?
Guess I'll have to talk to the real Jack Spence and find out.
Uh, boss,
what do you want to do about the... you know.
Offer them some coffee?
TENNANT: Thank you for speaking to us, Lieutenant Commander Spence.
I understand you want to talk to me
about Operation Red Rabbit?
Well...
that's the thing...
I need to make it clear that I'm not at liberty to
discuss any of the compartmented details of the mission.
Which is all the details.
We understand, Commander.
We actually need you to identify
the man in this photo.
That's Tyler Bingham.
What's he in, some kind of trouble?
Who is he to you?
Well, Mr. Bingham is a headhunter
for a private security firm.
One of the biggest in the country, ma'am.
How'd you guys meet?
At a foreign affairs lecture in D.C.
about three years ago.
(chuckles)
Did he say he was recruiting me?
Because I told him I wouldn't leave
until the mission is complete.
So Mr. Bingham is recruiting you.
Yes, ma'am. Aggressively.
For a role in the high six figures.
Have you and Mr. Bingham ever discussed
the details of your work?
I would never divulge sensitive information.
We spoke of my upbringing, my training.
Typical recruiting stuff.
I'm sorry, am I missing something here?
We have reason to believe that
this man has stolen your identity.
Are you saying I'm compromised?
TENNANT: Yes, but
not in the way that you think.
He's using your identity to extort money from women.
Here in Hawai'i.
I don't understand.
So, he's just a con man scamming lonely women?
Who also fooled a highly-trained
Navy intelligence operative.
(lock beeps)
ERNIE: Scrappy, insightful, and adventuresome.
What now?
The three words I'd use to describe you
on an online dating profile.
Thanks. I'm knee-deep
in dating apps.
I found the one Spence used
to woo Talia and Jill.
Oh, rock climbing.
Yeah, he's got it all.
Scuba diving, riding a camel...
LUCY: Oh, a French Bulldog.
To show his soft side. Mm-hmm.
This is the work of an expert con artist.
Presents himself as a globetrotting adventurer
to bolster
the spy story he tells his victims later.
He's a genius.
Sounds like you have profile envy.
(scoffs) Let me see yours.
Excuse me?
Your dating profile.
I don't have one, never will.
But tech is kind of your thing.
I prefer the classic approach to dating.
Oh.
Putting myself in physical environments
in which I may meet a prospective date
over the period of weeks or months and then...
...Googling her.
How's that been working out for you?
Anyway,
I've been looking into common points
of Talia and Jill's story.
Hardworking entrepreneurs,
unlucky in love...
Trying to zero in on other victims.
Did you find one? Nope.
Fourteen.
Wow, he's made quite the mark.
ERNIE: This is an online forum of women
scammed by our Jack Spence.
Started by a woman named Sharon Waters
in Texas. Victim zero.
S. Waters. Is that her?
ERNIE: "Sorry friends, will be MIA.
"Following up a lead
"on Mr. X's location.
Packing sunscreen."
That was four days ago.
Do you think Sharon Waters is here on O'ahu?
If she is, I'll find out where.
LUCY: Handsome.
Soulful. (chuckles)
Swimmy?
KAI: Swimmy? What?
Yeah, you know, like swim... Aquatic.
The three words that would
best describe you on a dating profile...
Oh. ...if you didn't have a girlfriend in Canada.
Yeah, let's-let's just focus on the case.
Room 112.
Here we go.
Sharon Waters?
Special Agents Tara and Holman.
Cops? Uh, no. NCIS.
You mind if we ask you a few questions?
Come in, I guess.
You're here about George Malone,
or whatever name he's currently using to
manipulate and defraud women?
Yeah. Yeah, we found your forum online.
I'm sure you were surprised how many women
could fall for his story.
It's easier than you think.
You ever heard of love bombing?
KAI: Oh, yeah.
Uh, it's an explosion of affection, protection
and admiration as a form of manipulation.
I've seen some things.
And, if unleashed on the right person,
one who's eager for connection,
it can result in undying loyalty.
Like giving away all your money to a con man?
Bingo.
I got an anonymous tip that George might be here.
(phone chiming) Oh. Excuse me.
Hey, why didn't you alert the police about the tip?
'Cause they've been useless for ten years.
No offense.
(text whooshes)
He's ruined the lives of at least 14 women,
and all the cops do is file a report.
Okay.
Do you have any idea where he might be now?
Nope, another dead end.
I'm headed home, so...
LUCY: If you, uh, if you didn't
want to work with the police,
what exactly were you hoping to do here?
The only thing I can do at this point:
Look him in the eye, let him know that one day,
his number will be up and I'll be waiting.
(cell phone ringing) Ugh. Now, if you will excuse me...
Uh...
(phone beeps)
Yeah, go ahead.
I wouldn't say she was our biggest fan.
Still, she shouldn't have lied to us about Spence's location.
You think she knows? I know she does.
Those texts she was getting? I read them upside down.
From an unknown sender. Address in Kailua.
One of, uh, "Mr. X."
Spence could be there now.
POTTS: He's a famous author, you know.
Spence? Spy thrillers.
Uses a pseudonym. They're gonna make one into a movie.
Hoping he won't leave my back house
when Hollywood comes calling. Wonderful tenant.
Uh-huh. And you're sure he's in there now?
POTTS: Saw him an hour ago.
He brought me chocolates.
Always brings little gifts when he travels.
Okay. Well, Mrs. Potts, I think it's best you stay back.
I hope you won't disturb him while he's writing.
Do our best.
(grunts)
Hey, Doc, we, uh...
Wow.
That's-that's-that's one really burnt body.
I didn't know you were squeamish, Holman.
I'm not squeamish.
(Sam chuckles)
I, um...
I take it this is what's left of Spence.
CHASE: Eh, allegedly Spence.
I need one last dental X-ray to confirm the identity,
as the deceased's fingerprints are, well,
with his fingers, elsewhere. Right.
Could use a hand.
I got it.
(groans) Okay.
Please hold the head in the A-position
while I take the X-rays.
So... come here often?
It's a...
nice place you got here.
Ganesh.
The Hindu god of new beginnings.
That's an unusual choice for a-a morgue.
Oh, what can I say? I'm a bliss junky
who surrounds herself with decaying corpses.
I contain multitudes.
Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions
can you keep afloat.
No doubt you are a man
filled with contradictions, Agent Hanna.
Like the mellifluous layers of a cipollini onion.
I've been called a lot worse.
KAI: Guys.
I'm still holding the head.
Apologies.
(machine beeping) All... done.
Thank you.
So, how long till we get a match on his dental records?
Ah, could be hours, could be days.
Oh, but...
that's interesting. What's interesting?
At first glance, John Doe appears to have been killed
by a primary blast injury.
His arms are missing. But look at this.
He suffered an intracranial hematoma
in the back of his skull. The result of
blunt force trauma.
You're saying he was murdered before the explosion?
Then positioned postmortem so his body
was facing the gas stove.
To make it look like an accident.
There was a lot of people who might want Spence dead.
Yeah, but one really sticks out.
You bring me in for questioning while Spence is still out there?
(laughs) Y'all are no better than the cops in Houston.
Look, I understand your frustration.
Jack Spence doesn't deserve
to walk free after what he did to you.
Thank you.
TENNANT: And it's understandable
why you'd want to take matters into your own hands.
Track him down in Hawai'i.
Confront him. Make him pay.
Oh, I haven't confronted him, yet.
And you may not get the chance.
Why? He skip town again?
He's dead.
I don't believe it. How?
Blunt force trauma followed by a gas explosion.
(laughing)
That's so... Oh.
Well, I-I guess karma really is a bitch, huh?
(laughs)
Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, you two think I did it.
Well, you certainly had the motive.
Yeah, like, me and 13 other women.
But you're here and knew where he was.
Someone gave you his address.
You need to talk to David Bell.
Who's David Bell?
SHARON: A PI I hired to locate Spence.
He's been tracking him for months.
Bell texted you the address?
SHARON: Yes, but I hired him to find Spence, not kill him.
(scoffs) Look,
I'm not gonna shed a tear over this man's death,
but question me all you want, I didn't do it.
(lock chimes)
Emily Garcia.
Teacher. Bubbly, bantery,
boba-licious. Dude, she's perfect for you.
Swipe right. It's not for me.
It's for the case.
All right, see this?
One of Spence's dating profiles
is currently active.
He's viewed several local women in the last 24 hours.
Which means someone hacked it, or...
Spence is still alive.
And still on the prowl.
Looking for another mark.
Late 30s, early 40s,
small business owners.
All right, nice work. Keep watching, see what he does.
You know,
nowadays, finding love
online isn't all that different from meeting someone at a bar.
That's not true.
When you meet someone at a bar,
they get to know you as a three-dimensional human being.
Dating apps distill your entire personality
into bullet points.
That's a bad thing? It is if your bullet points
are: divorced, can't talk about work,
and not, you know, classically handsome.
I mean, who is?
Seriously?
I'm just saying
my best qualities can't be captured in a profile.
Yeah, but you're never gonna know unless you try.
Maybe hot teacher
loves un-classically handsome.
(phone buzzes)
I got a hit on the dental X-rays.
It's a match for David Bell, Sharon Waters' PI.
So, our con man is still alive.
Yep, except now he's a murderer.
KAI: Bell's phone
pinged outside Spence's hideout several times
over the last 48 hours.
Spence likely realized he was being followed,
so he killed Bell.
And rigged his house to explode to cover his tracks.
Yeah, look, he's probably halfway to...
...to Tahiti by now. Sorry.
But not without his go bag filled with money.
He's gonna need resources to get off the island.
Which means he's desperate and even more dangerous than before.
Okay, so how do we find him?
By offering him exactly what he wants.
I know this man inside and out.
He is not capable of murder.
I understand you think that,
but a con man like Jack Spence
is an expert manipulator.
Look, I know from personal experience.
(sighs)
You-You've been conned?
I did the conning.
My previous career required me
to get people to do all sorts of things
that were not in their best interest.
(stammers) You expect me to believe you now? No.
I don't expect you to.
I'm asking.
Help us find Spence.
Look, if you're right, and all of this is a misunderstanding,
then he can tell us himself.
What do you want me to do?
You have his go bag of cash still, right?
You're gonna give it to him.
TALIA: But I can't reach him.
He's not responding to my calls or my texts.
TENNANT: What about TheOneSpark.com?
TALIA: I mean, he deactivated the account after we met.
It appears as though he's reactivated it.
Message him there.
Say you want to stay with family for a while,
but you want to get him his money first.
We'll do the rest.
Smart move to do this on game day.
Big crowd.
Easy for Spence to get lost if he spots trouble.
You think he'll know it's a trap?
Not if we do our job right.
Okay.
I know this seems intense, but you'll be great.
All you have to do is meet Spence,
and give him the go bag.
We'll take it from there.
You're not gonna hurt him, right?
Of course not.
ERNIE: 1:45, guys. Now or never.
You okay?
Yes. I just-- I want to get this over with.
Okay.
(excited chatter)
ANNOUNCER (over speakers): Attention, tickets are available
at the box office, located outside the main gate.
KAI: Oh, that looks so good.
Go get one. Oh.
Sam says we're only doing whole grain carbs
and lean proteins until the Devil Dash.
Sam's not here.
Yeah, but he's watching.
He's always watching.
There's Talia.
Did Talia just get a message from Spence?
Nothing on the chat.
LUCY: He must've just texted her.
Why would you say that?
'Cause she just bolted.
She's headed into the stadium.
Jack. Hey!
I got a visual.
Talia's with Spence. Section CC.
This won't be much longer, my love.
What is it? What's wrong?
Excuse me. Sorry.
Run.
Hey!
I don't think so. (gasps)
Sorry. Excuse me.
SAM: Spence?
We lost him in the crowd.
Yeah, along with the money.
What the hell happened, Talia?
What happened is we've been swindled this time.
Jack Spence lied to Talia about everything,
and yet she still believes in him?
So much so she gave him $50,000 of her own cash
to help him escape.
Yeah, and screwed us over in the process.
Love is a powerful emotion.
Works like a drug on your brain.
So how do we sober Talia up?
ERNIE: By showing her exactly who
she fell in love with.
I've been digging into George Malone,
the alias Spence used to scam Sharon a decade ago.
Turns out, the real George Malone was born in 1928.
Spent his whole life in Providence, Rhode Island,
until he disappeared 12 years ago.
Malone's home caregiver
was a person of interest in his disappearance.
That's Spence.
His real name is Arnold Russo?
ERNIE: Yes, and he had
a reputation.
Several of his elderly patients
accused him of stealing.
JESSE: Let me guess, he disappeared
along with Malone. ERNIE: Only to resurface
in Houston a few months later.
So Spence kills Malone,
and he steals his identity.
ERNIE: Then moves thousands of miles away,
where he starts a more profitable racket:
conning young women.
This gonna be enough to convince Talia?
Maybe.
But I think it's time we bring in the big guns.
TALIA: If I'm not going to jail,
then let me go home.
I'm done helping you.
We will, but first,
there was some information we held from you
because it was need-to-know.
But now, you need to know.
(sighs)
Have a seat.
I'm Sharon Waters.
Jack's first fiancée.
(scoffs)
Jack has never been engaged before.
SHARON: Actually, he has.
Sixteen times.
(laughs)
That's impossible.
JILL: I'm Jill.
Jack and I have been engaged for the last four months.
TENNANT: Jack told them both the same spy story he told you...
(sighs deeply)
...before robbing them blind.
TALIA: Uh, that's absurd.
JILL: Yeah, it's absurd but it's true,
because Jack had me take out lines of credit,
and then he asked me for the money to help him lie low.
I think "lie low" actually meant he was spending time with you.
(scoffs) Well, I mean, Jack wanted me
to expand my business, too, but it's-it's still my business.
He's barely involved.
And Jack doesn't even care about money. He always says...
BOTH: "Money often costs too much."
Every line that he's used on you,
he has used on us, too.
Oh, my God, I'm such an idiot.
SHARON: You're in good company.
TENNANT: Hey.
You just have an open heart
that a con man took advantage of.
He's not just a con man, he's a murderer.
And I let him get away.
But he doesn't have to get far.
Think hard.
Is there anything you may know that could lead us to Jack?
The Cayman Islands.
TENNANT: Talia found several calls
on her salon phone bill to the Caymans.
Turns out, they track to a bank.
If he's trying to get to the Cayman Islands,
how's he gonna do it?
Can't board any commercial flights,
all his IDs are burned.
SAM: Well, 50 grand is more than enough to charter
a plane or a boat off island. TENNANT: He's gonna need
a lot more than that to start from scratch overseas.
Think he's gonna try to find a new mark?
I bet he's already got one.
Sam's right.
I found another one of Spence's dating profiles,
and it's active as we speak.
Meet his latest target,
Molly Berry, a Waikiki entrepreneur who owns
a yacht charter company.
She's taking Spence for a spin on her boat
this afternoon. We got to get Spence
before Molly takes him off the island.
I'll grab Kai and Lucy.
(device beeps)
Wait a sec.
This makes no sense.
What?
Molly's IP address,
it tracks to this building.
You're saying she's here?
As of an hour ago.
It's Talia.
She's playing us again, right under our noses.
I'm on it, boss.
JESSE: Talia?
Where's Sharon?
TALIA: Um,
she left a little while ago.
I-I thought she was with you guys.
(exhales)
Ahoy! Captain Berry!
Molly, my sweet!
I finally made it.
Hello, George.
105, 107, 109.
Molly said her yacht is in slip.
111... I think you mean Sharon.
(scoffs) Whoever it is,
we're too late.
I'll call Sam.
(engine approaches)
What are you two standing around for?
(laughs) What'd I say?
He's always watching.
This is definitely not your houseboat.
Borrowed it from one of my neighbors.
KAI: Let's go get 'em.
You look good, Sharon. Powerful.
That's the gun pointed at your head, jackass.
Let's go.
You know, if you wanted to see me,
you could've just reached out.
I'm surprised you even remember me.
I could never forget you, Sharon.
Right there. There, 11 o'clock.
LUCY: Yeah, I see Sharon and Spence.
What's happening?
Actually, she's got a gun on him.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you.
Shut up, George. Remember when your car broke down
on Galveston Island?
We spent all night with the top down,
gazing at the stars.
(yelps)
Yep, nope, definitely not just talking.
We don't have much time.
We don't need much time.
I said shut up.
Okay! Okay-- What do you want?
Money? I-I got a whole bag of it.
And bank accounts, too.
I stopped caring about the money a long time ago.
SPENCE: What do you want me to say?
That I lied to you? Cheated you?
That's a start.
Don't pretend that you've got no part in this.
You were perfectly happy living the romance novel tragedy
you always dreamed of.
SHARON: So now you blame your victims?
SAM: NCIS! We're boarding your vessel!
Those are the cops, Sharon.
How do you think you look with a gun pointed at my head?
KAI: Federal agents.
I'll tell you how. You look crazy.
Don't call me crazy.
He's not worth it, Sharon.
This woman's trying to kill me.
Shut up, George.
Come on, Sharon. Let us take it from here.
(grunting) Drop the weapon!
SPENCE: Listen.
George isn't my real name.
I'm actually OSP on a deep-cover mission.
I can't say more.
Really? 'Cause I'm all ears.
SHARON: Screw you, George!
SPENCE: Wait. What are you doing?
No. No, no, no!
(grunting, sputtering)
Didn't anybody ever tell you that money often costs too much?
Please tell us that you got him.
Jack Spence has been arrested.
He's being charged with murder and fraud.
He won't hurt anyone ever again.
And what about Sharon?
Is she okay?
TENNANT: She's in custody, too.
My guess, the prosecutor will go easy on her,
given the circumstances.
Can NCIS get our money back?
Well, some of it is evidence, and very wet.
We're working on the Cayman account, but...
there's not enough there to make anyone whole again.
So, what do I do now?
You allow yourself to grieve.
Then you focus on getting your businesses back on track.
It's not gonna be easy, but you have each other.
And that is your best new asset.
(exhales)
We're gonna be okay.
* *
* When I'm lying at night *
* Going out of my mind... *
Meet up at the pools bright and early?
Get some laps in before sunrise?
Yeah, uh... Hey, about that.
Um...
(exhales)
Look, you're the best gym buddy ever,
but the truth is, I...
You don't want to do the Devil Dash?
(exhales) Yeah.
Good. 'Cause I don't want to, either.
Really?
But it was your idea.
Only because you said you missed those 5:00 a.m. runs
at boot camp. Yeah, I was lying to impress you.
I know. Nobody misses those runs.
I was just waiting to see how long till you cracked.
So you were gonna keep running and swimming
and biking with me until I gave up?
Pretty much.
Wow, that is...
diabolical.
I know.
Yeah. And the ball chair?
Oh, that was just plain hilarious.
Oh. Not for me.
I don't just keep fit, you know.
Drink a little beer, listen to some music.
Okay. Is that an invitation? Huh?
Mm... Huh? Yeah? No? Okay.
(elevator bell dings)
So, uh...
what kind of music you like?
I'll send you a playlist.
* I'm lucky I've got *
* Good people *
* Helping me out, yeah, I've got... *
What the...
* There when I'm down *
* Yeah, I've got good people lifting me up... *
"Ernie Malik is whip-smart,
Sriracha-hot and moves like Jagger. Lucy."
* Good people... *
All right, guys, you can come out.
Ugh, finally. (clears throat)
It's really dusty back there.
You could've just waited at the desk.
That's what I said.
Not as fun.
We couldn't agree on three adjectives
that capture your essence, so we settled on 60.
Fine.
Since you went through all that trouble,
I suppose I can do a one-month free trial.
LUCY: Oh, thank God,
because I don't think the headshot photographer I booked
is refundable.
She's kidding. Please tell me she's kidding.
How else are we gonna capture those classic good looks?
* Good people. *
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