Previously...
DUCKY: The Raven and his followers
went to great lengths to poison half the city.
And now, it appears he blames you
for stopping the attack.
TORRES: Hawai'i's in the building.
Ah, here's another Parker convict who's filing an appeal.
Herman Maxwell.
Maxwell is the Raven.
Where is Maxwell's plane?
PILOT: Kalaeloa Ground,
Alpha 945 declaring an emergency.
Need medical assistance.
Alpha 945.
Hold your position. Acknowledge.
Kalaeloa Ground, Alpha 945
requesting taxi to hangar.
Alpha 945. Hold your position.
Emergency vehicles en route to you.
(sirens wailing)
Gonna need your license and registration.
Really? KAI: No, sir.
We do need you to open the main cabin door and let us in.
You don't want me to do that.
Three clear.
(meter beeps, trills)
The air is clean.
You sure?
Yeah, check for yourself. Plus, the pilot
seems unaffected. Okay.
But for safety, you take your mask off first.
Just kidding, bud.
Passengers got dosed with something.
Probably these.
Poisoned drink, just like back in D.C.
I mean, it fits Maxwell's MO.
Yeah, you know what else fits his MO?
He's not here.
(knock on door)
PILOT: Hey, can I come out yet?
Hey, get the pilot out of here.
Check his vitals,
and then bring him back to Pearl for questioning.
AGENT: Yes, sir.
This guy tricks us into believing he's coming to Oahu,
while he could be anywhere in the world right now.
(cell phone chimes)
Aloha, NCIS.
Sorry I couldn't be there for the welcoming committee.
My schedule's kind of packed today.
But I'm sure I'll see you soon.
* *
(vocalizes) Morning, sleepyhead.
What is all this?
LUCY: Breakfast in bed.
Duh. Yeah, I can
see that. There's just...
there's so...
much of it. Mm-hmm.
Well, you're always doing nice things for me.
Making meals, running errands,
giving me financial advice. Well, there was
no way I was gonna let you pay for that extended warranty.
(laughs) I just wanted to show my appreciation.
You know this is way more than either one of us can eat, right?
You know that I am from Texas. (laughs)
Okay. No. That can't be your response to everything.
(laughs)
Did I go too far?
Way too far.
And I love it.
Domestic Lucy is hot.
(cell phones buzzing) Yours or mine?
I think both of ours. (groans)
(sighs) Uh...
Herman Maxwell's plane just landed at Kalaeloa.
The Raven is here?
Means all hands on deck. (timer dings)
Okay, I'll get dressed.
And I will get the biscuits out of the oven.
Wow.
(elevator bell dings)
You made it.
Barely. 12 hours in a C-130.
Grateful for the Navy, but you'd think they'd offer
some kind of snack. I'm starving.
Homemade biscuit? Ooh.
Where's Knight?
Assisting Jesse and Kai.
Look, what do we know about the plane?
Dead passengers flew under aliases.
All members of The Unkindness.
That really what they call themselves?
It's a Poe reference. Maxwell stays on theme.
Trust us. It tracks.
What did the pilot say? LUCY: Not much.
He was hired last-minute to fly here,
and he submitted the manifest with Maxwell's name on it.
Didn't think anything out of the ordinary.
Until passengers died violently halfway over the Pacific Ocean.
Yeah, uh-huh, until that.
Look, Maxwell keeps playing us.
He wants us to know exactly where he is.
He recorded the video
an hour before the plane landed,
in the heart of Waikiki.
Okay, well, that's where we go now.
What gives?
He's not gonna be there, Nick.
So what do we do? Just stay here and suck our thumbs?
No. We're gonna try to figure out his next move.
'Cause that worked so well last time.
We have to act fast. We got to flood the streets.
We got to find him.
We have to act smart.
We have to review the evidence,
and we have to come up with a plan.
He wants us to know he's here.
He's expecting us to go hard.
Okay. So what, then?
Maxwell managed to escape prison,
evade both NCIS
and the FBI, all to get him to Hawai'i.
He's got to have a reason.
RIMPAC.
Rim of the Pacific Exercise.
World's premiere maritime joint exercise. 26 nations.
Creates a unique training opportunity,
promotes maritime security.
Prime target for a terrorist like Maxwell
who's tried to attack the military in the past.
Lots of media attention. Big bang for his buck.
Lucy, you and Ernie fill in the rest of the team
on Maxwell's followers. We might not be able
to track his movements, but...
We'll have better luck
with the Uncaring.
The Unkindness. LUCY: Whatever they're called.
Hey, Tennant, you have a sec?
Talk fast.
Look, I appreciate your position on this. Thanks.
Uh, you're the boss, and this is your turf.
Agreed.
And I certainly don't want our relationship
to get in the... Because there isn't one.
Although I'd argue that we are friends.
Are you getting close to a point?
It was my team leader that Maxwell targeted.
It was my people that he tried to kill.
You got skin in the game. I get it.
I won't make a play without you knowing it.
Except this one.
(clears throat) That's fair. Good talk.
Commander Chase, how you doing?
Well, better than these poor souls.
Sucking down a bottle full of poison is a nasty way to go.
I would say it's maybe the 17th worst way to go.
Special Agent Jesse Boone,
meet ME Dr. Jimmy Palmer.
Jimmy Palmer. Name sounds familiar.
Yeah, I'm one of the folks that inhaled
The Raven's biotoxin here at HQ.
No, that's not ringing a bell.
Maybe you heard about the time
where I helped jury-rig a body to explode?
Nope, but that sounds dope.
Oh, you're the guy who Ernie thought might be...
No, it was the first thing you said, about the, uh, poison.
Kind of feels like you were gonna say something else.
No, definitely it was the poison.
Okay, gentlemen. Three victims.
Mysterious toxin. Madman fugitive on the loose.
Right. As I was just saying to Dr. Chase,
we don't know much about the biotoxin
that Maxwell dosed us with,
but it's definitely different
than the nerve agent you're dealing with.
And I suggested it could be VX,
since we know it responds to atropine.
And that's when I said
that VX evaporates too slowly.
It doesn't create the kind of
vapor that you would've been dealing with on that plane,
and then I made this little vapor pun.
It was funny. (laughs) Guys.
I don't need the blow-by-blow. Maybe bottom-line it?
We're dealing with soman.
Maybe a little blow-by-blow.
Uh, soman was developed
by Germany as a pesticide during World War II.
Similar to organophosphates, but much more potent.
And it's highly volatile.
Even a fraction of an ounce on your skin
can be fatal.
So, all you'd need is about a pint
to cause mass casualties.
How hard is it to come by?
Uh, well, for you and me, impossible,
but for someone as versed in the dark web as your suspect...
We got to find this guy,
make sure he doesn't use it.
Oh, yeah.
That is amazing.
Am I right?
32 points of individual ergonomic adjustment.
It's like I never really knew how to sit before.
I engineered it myself.
Uh, but I could make one for you
and... any new friends you might have.
I'm happy for you. You deserve bliss.
Well, thank you very much,
but maybe now is not the time or place to talk about this.
I second that thought,
and I'm, uh, I'm wondering if we could
just pivot back to tracing
the IP address of Maxwell's video.
I already did.
The video was filmed on a burner phone,
but it was bounced back to an originating server
in Pennington Gap, Virginia.
What's in Pennington Gap?
ERNIE: Oh, some decent hiking,
a few antique stores...
And USP Garrison.
Federal prison where Maxwell was serving his sentence.
This guy's good.
I mean, unhinged, maniacal and ruthless, but good.
He put together this entire scheme
from inside a maximum security prison.
It would've taken years of planning,
a chess master's understanding
of strategy and...
An inside man.
WHISTLER: Someone who would give him
access to the Internet
and room to operate.
And who spent just as much time inside
as Maxwell himself.
Meet Lieutenant Gary Shay.
And he's had a sudden influx
of expendable income.
(alarm buzzes)
This is everything from Herman Maxwell's cell.
Not much in there, hmm?
Sandals,
soap...
ramen...
books. Why does a psychiatrist
need to inventory an escaped prisoner's personal effects?
Just finishing up my profile. Insurance reasons.
Oh, careful. That's a first edition.
Sorry.
Searching for hidden cell phones.
That important for your profile?
Yeah, I barely got to know Maxwell.
He's a hard nut to crack. I mean,
how does a guy like that--
scrawny, annoying--
manage to attract a following?
I don't get to know the inmates.
You knew he had a first edition.
Not a crime.
And you can't be blamed if he told you about his beliefs--
conspiracy theories, government cabals--
no matter how batty they are.
You done? Supposed to be my day off.
I'd like to go home now. But what you
can be blamed for is buying his BS
and enabling his operation from inside
this very prison.
Not a psychiatrist, are you?
Nope.
You're a Fed.
Well, technically, a suspended Fed.
I was accused of killing my former partner,
but that's a long story.
Okay, so what is this? Distraction.
You come in here on your day off,
and my colleagues execute a warrant to search your house.
(cell phone chimes)
Which they've completed, and, uh,
ooh...
Doesn't look good for you.
What are you doing with five
high-powered servers in your basement?
I got nothing to say.
Yeah, well, we both know that's not true.
You got plenty to say,
and I'm an excellent listener.
So you might as well have a seat.
Don't worry, you're gonna get to know the inmates,
believe me.
Herman Maxwell wormed his way into Lieutenant Shay's head.
He convinced him that he was the key
to freeing the common man from the shackles of big government.
Used him to gain access to the Internet.
Communicate instructions to his followers.
Plan his attacks.
Including framing me.
So, Shay was basically his right-hand man.
I mean, he must know where Maxwell is now.
He's a glorified errand boy. No actionable intel.
But we do have the servers from Shay's basement.
We have something else, too.
Element of surprise.
Maxwell has no idea we found the servers.
Probably contain messages, transactions.
Potentially every move he's made or will make.
Kasie has the servers now. Analyzing them with Ernie.
Okay, it might help us track him down. Take him off the board.
Parker, you have a standing invitation to cuff him yourself.
I'd like nothing more, but...
I'm gonna stick close to Vivian.
How's she doing?
She's out of surgery. Bullet didn't hit anything vital.
She'll pull through.
Good to hear.
Listen, Tennant,
when you bring Maxwell in,
you give him my regards.
"All that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream."
That's beautiful.
Ernie Malik? (scoffs)
Edgar Allan Poe, actually.
It was inscribed in the first edition
from Maxwell's prison cell.
Someone quoted Poe in a Poe book?
Tacky, right? Who does that?
"W.S.," apparently.
Whoever that is cared enough
to give Maxwell this first edition.
Though not quite enough to write an original quote.
Fascinating.
Fascinating in an "it helps us breach
these encrypted servers" kind of way?
More in a "might give us insight
into Maxwell's past" kind of way.
Well, I would love to mull the mystery
of the tacky inscription with you for hours,
but again, encrypted servers.
An actual clue to finding Maxwell in the present.
What level encryption are we dealing with?
AES 256. Unhackable.
Yeah, for everybody else, but not you guys, right?
Unhackable means unhackable,
not sometimes hackable because we're neat.
But then you just use a backdoor or brute force.
There is no backdoor to AES, and it's virtually impenetrable
to brute force. Got it.
Virtually impenetrable means
a little bit penetrable, right?
It doesn't matter. This isn't AES. It's a Rook block cipher.
Basically the same thing. Unhackable.
Unless, of course, you saved the life
of the man who invented it while
thwarting a menacing hacker attack on the island,
and he gave you the key as a thank you.
And voilà.
We're in.
Wow. I got to hand it to you, that was awesome.
Incredible, Ernie.
I bet your boyfriend can't do that.
Firstly, not my boyfriend.
Secondly, not a competition.
Course not. I was just saying, if it was,
I-I-I totally win this round.
Got something. Actually, four somethings.
Cell phones currently sending messages back and forth,
and they're all on Oahu.
Got four pings from the phones. Probably Unkindness members.
And definitely heading towards Ford Island.
It's the heart of Pearl Harbor.
Navy's holding public tours for RIMPAC today.
TORRES: It's a prime target for an attack.
We should be there.
No, I got 50 NCIS and FBI agents on the scene.
I have another 150 Base Security on call.
Okay, let me rephrase this-- I should be there.
You'll get your shot.
Guys, we do not make a move until we have
eyes on Maxwell. Strict recon, short of an imminent threat.
Understood, boss.
(indistinct chatter)
I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb.
You may be a tad overdressed for crowd recon.
Really? (chuckles)
It's a terrific pantsuit.
You're definitely the most stylish undercover agent here.
You were standing right there when I got dressed today.
Mm-hmm, and you were so excited
to match your belt to your boots.
(chuckles) (chuckles)
All four pings are converging on the Missouri.
We have nothing. There's too many tourists.
TENNANT (over comms): Okay, according to GPS,
they're on the stair landing.
Jesse, go. Kai.
Federal agents.
Nobody move.
Any of these guys look like terrorists to y'all?
Nah. No, not in the least.
(sighs)
Search them anyway,
but I'm guessing we just got played.
KNIGHT: They were all members of the
East Lansing Senior Singles Travel Club.
Someone threw The Unkindness cell phones
into their fanny packs. Unbelievable.
Or totally believable. I should've seen it coming.
How would you have seen that one coming?
Because I literally wrote the book on Herman Maxwell.
It was a dossier, from years ago.
But I know how he thinks. Or I thought I did.
Okay, so throw it out.
Start from scratch. There's no time.
Time is a construct.
Now you're just quoting me to me.
Okay, you need to buck up.
You're the best cyber guy that we've got.
Cyber specialist, but point taken.
And the only one who can figure out Maxwell.
You know, with all these compliments... Ernie!
Okay, he had to be coordinating this, maybe a fifth cell phone.
Signal in and out.
Someone turning it on for a moment, then back off.
But if it exists,
I think I could power it up remotely.
(typing on keyboard) (computer trills)
Is that the phone?
Yeah. Fifth cell phone
just came on line,
and it's currently inside the Marquess hotel.
Okay, I am gonna go tell Tennant and Torres.
See? (chuckles)
The best.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Thank you. Well, this looks delightful.
Herman Maxwell.
Federal agents. Let me see your hands.
Might as well mix a couple more of these.
Need to see those hands.
Ah.
He's holding something.
(crowd gasps)
Drop it now.
You really don't want me to do that.
(switch beeps) (crowd gasps, screams)
All right, let's remain calm...
...and no one gets hurt.
Okay, Mr. Maxwell?
Well, I'm not the one
whose bloodstream's coursing with adrenaline,
Special Agent...
Tennant.
Or pointing a gun.
We'll put our weapons down
if you put whatever that is down.
I'm sorry, Special Agent Torres...
Oh, my God, yes, I know who you are.
I know all of Parker's friends,
but if I let go of this button, it goes boom.
She should stop walking this way.
We don't want me to get fidgety.
Good point.
I've stopped.
And maybe this has gotten off to a far more
adversarial start than it needs to.
So why don't we just order some food,
have a chat?
Oh, I'm not hungry. Uh, you?
(chuckles)
Look, why don't we let
all these tourists go,
so no one else makes you fidgety?
Sure.
Knight should escort them out.
I'll do it.
No. "Let's eat. Let's talk."
She oozes hostage negotiator.
You didn't volunteer
to escort the patrons out, so you're the boss.
You did volunteer, so you know the Parker connection
will exasperate me,
and you want to eliminate that issue. Very smart,
all of you.
Get them out of here, Knight.
Tennant... We'll be fine.
We'll see.
Excuse me.
I'm NCIS Special Agent Knight.
I need everyone to follow me out immediately. Let's go.
(overlapping chatter)
MAXWELL: Special Agent Knight,
you should know that I'm holding a dead man's switch,
which is connected to a device that will release
enough nerve agent to cause significant casualties, so
if anyone else tries to come in...
It goes boom. Got it.
Fast learner.
Now, you two, take out your comms, put them on the bar.
Step back, please.
Now, I know you don't want
to give up your weapons, but I don't want you to keep them,
so...
let's find our way out of this conundrum.
JESSE: Okay, let's go, guys.
My team is clear. Nobody in or out of that bar.
Unless we need to make an entrance.
I'd rather not,
since our friends are inside,
and it took me years to break in Tennant as a boss.
Hey. I just spoke to Lucy. She says EOD's on their way.
Already here.
Uh, where's Boom-Boom?
He's TDY. I'm Bam Bam.
(laughs)
Seriously? Or...
Does it look like I'm kidding?
It's hard to say. I...
I heard there was a hostage situation
and an explosive device that needs some disarming.
Would anyone like to focus on that?
Yeah. KNIGHT: Device is not
in the bar, as far as we can tell.
JESSE: We're doing a room-to-room search,
checking the hotel's security cameras, but,
honestly, Maxwell has a bigger problem
with the government than he does the hospitality industry, so...
We're guessing the bomb's off-site.
Did you get a look at the detonator?
Briefly. No wires from what I could see.
So, if the device is outside of the hotel,
the detonator's talking to it.
Yeah, which means we might be able to triangulate the signal.
JESSE: Look, with RIMPAC going on,
there's a lot of possible targets. How about we
find the device, disable it before he loses interest
in our friends and decides it's game over?
ERNIE: "Though subject
"has a limited social media presence,
"the posts that exist focus almost exclusively
"on government attempts to control
the thought and actions of its citizens."
(groans)
(grunts)
That pablum
could describe any member of any anti-government group anywhere.
Where's the insight, the analysis?
I was an idiot when I wrote it.
No, here. I found some insight. "S..."
Let me guess,
"While we find no overt threats
"to specific targets,
"we cannot rule out those threats
being made in other ways."
Did you memorize Maxwell's dossier?
Only the parts I hated.
LUCY: Okay, uh, that's a lot of
not helpful self-loathing.
Technology's better now,
so let's figure out how we can use it to
learn more about him.
Great idea.
Okay, so what do we do?
I'm gonna start... thinking.
You two should start talking.
About what? ERNIE: Doesn't matter.
It's all white noise. Uh, the weather,
sports, your relationship. Really?
I vote not sports.
Just talk. LUCY: Uh...
Well, there's-there's us.
Obviously, we
moved pretty fast through the
"will they, or won't they,
yes, then no, then no..." (both chuckle)
"...then yes."
Good. But...
uh, since giving our relationship a try,
we managed to put all that behind us.
ERNIE: Uh-huh.
But there were still some things
we didn't know about each other.
For instance, Kate is the only person in the world
who doesn't like pineapples.
Mm. And she loves to make her bed
as soon as she leaves it.
And Lucy is really ticklish behind her right knee,
and she would
eat pizza every day, if she could.
(both laugh) Uh-uh.
LUCY: But I-I guess what you're really asking
is if it's working.
And I would say...
Definitely. Yes.
Thank you.
What? What? You calmed my brain
with your happy talk,
maybe even made me a better person.
Really? No.
But I did figure out what motivates Maxwell.
Turns out it's...
nothing.
So, I ran his posts
through a plagiarism filter.
New technology. Thank you, Lucy. Mm-hmm.
Turns out, it's a cut-and-paste masterpiece
from an obscure paper written almost 20 years ago
by a professor who specializes in
crowd psychology.
How to control groups of people? ERNIE: Yeah.
Professor's name is Woodrow Staggs.
W.S.
Like the inscription in the Poe book from Maxwell's cell.
Where is he?
ERNIE: According to travel records, here on the island.
Why? I have no idea.
Ticklish, huh?
Sorry.
Okay.
We're unarmed.
No comms.
Just the three of us.
Now what?
We wait. Look, I don't know you.
Torres didn't work the case that got you arrested.
So, while it seems like you were waiting
for someone, it doesn't seem to be us.
Well, I'd love to see Agent Parker, but
with him on the verge of losing his job and
going to prison...
He's not going anywhere.
What about "dead man's switch" do you not understand?
The glass that was
on the table that you just palmed.
Oh. Yeah, this glass?
I wasn't gonna throw it. I'm...
I'm just bored.
Talking to psychopaths just
make me thirsty.
MAXWELL: Looking at you, I'd say you're here
to be the muscle, but boredom
as a negative transference?
A subconscious attempt to lead me to the idea that
this isn't worthwhile.
Well played.
Did it work?
No, not at all, but if we're
gonna be waiting together,
I'm glad to have interesting people to talk to.
You want to give us a clue about what we're waiting for?
Not particularly.
What's happening in the bar?
Lot of talking.
Maxwell seems calm.
Well, he has been in jail
for ten years. Plenty of time to work on
centering exercises for a moment like this.
What, you think he was in jail meditating?
That's what I'd do.
(scoffs)
I'd be writing letters to my wife,
begging her to wait for me.
You think she wouldn't?
Nah. (chuckles)
She's solid.
I mean, I do have
this cousin in Scottsdale
who's always had eyes for her, but...
(chuckles) (cell phone buzzes)
(cell phone beeps) Kai, tell me where you are.
KAI (over phone): Look up. 2:00.
You'll see us.
JESSE: I got you.
Uh, we found a signal booster.
Bam Bam's working on it, so...
If she can disable it, it could shut down Maxwell's detonator.
All right, go tell the snipers to get ready to take the shot.
Got it.
Hey. You.
My name is Kai. Whatever.
Pass me another alligator clip.
JESSE (over phone): How close is she to disabling it?
I'm... kind of afraid to ask.
Come on, man.
Hey, Bam Bam.
Any idea how long this is gonna take?
Not long, if you want me to rush it
and possibly activate the bomb. So, it depends.
No, that's-that's the opposite of what we want.
Yup, and it would be very, very bad
for my professional reputation, so...
You know, you and Boom-Boom have the same bomb-side manner.
Okay. Everything's in place.
Jesse, we're good to go.
JESSE: Copy that.
You want to say a little prayer?
If you think it'll help.
Okay, why didn't your, uh... (stammers) ...your...
your thingy activate?
The MD/MDIX auto switcher.
Bad guy built a failsafe to protect his signal.
What does that mean?
Might mean nothing.
Might mean I've made things much, much worse.
Okay, so what do you think?
Well, two minutes have passed, and nothing
has exploded, so that's a plus.
But you still figure this thing is talking to a bomb somewhere?
Probably.
Okay, so we keep triangulating, from this to the bomb.
This would be so much easier if we knew
what we were looking for.
I mean, it would be easier if criminals
just handed themselves in, but
if they did, we'd be out of jobs.
Speak for yourself.
I have a master's in electrical engineering.
Nice.
We really appreciate you coming in, Professor Staggs.
I must confess to being confused
why I needed to be dragged to Pearl Harbor
from a beautiful view and some really bad golf.
Did you write this?
(sighs) Yes.
Yes, I did, 20 years ago.
Nobody really cared about it then, so...
ERNIE: I'm not sure that that's true.
Uh, there's been plenty of influencing, disrupting,
corrupting and usurping of various groups
in the intervening years. Not by me.
WHISTLER: But you did get a grant
from the military to run a PsyOps pilot program
training people in your theories.
In how to influence people to undermine
hostile organizations. Yes,
and, like my paper, it did not get much traction.
The program was cancelled after a couple years.
I've been an academic for the past 18.
Do you recognize him?
Herman Maxwell.
He looks vaguely familiar.
Maybe from the program? Or your university?
Could he have been a superfan?
(laughs) Don't see many of those in the crowd psych biz.
Well, you gave him
this with an inscription.
All right, well, I...
I used to do a lot of that then.
Professor Staggs, we have two agents
in the Marquess with Maxwell.
He's holding a detonator,
probably to a-a nerve agent bomb.
He's already killed multiple people, j...
Please try a little harder.
I'm sorry. Trust me, I...
I-I want to help. I...
He's just not ringing any bells. I'm sorry.
You two, talk about your relationship some more.
As relaxing as you find it, Ernie, I'm not going to talk
about how much I love Lucy in front of Professor Staggs.
That's really sweet. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay, Professor Staggs,
it seems like a big coincidence
that both you and Maxwell are on the island right now.
STAGGS: Yes, well, it is a big coincidence.
Believe me, I'm here in sort of a family...
Done.
Can you lose the beard?
His name's not Maxwell. It's Jason.
It's Jason Hearns. Yes.
He was in my PsyOps pilot program,
and I had to let him go.
Why?
Clinically speaking?
He was crazy.
You know, typically at this point in a hostage situation,
we are negotiating a deal.
Patience. Something you learn
sitting in a cell for years on end.
I wouldn't know.
No, you wouldn't do well, Nick Torres.
All those years undercover,
then running around D.C. with your gun waving.
You don't know who I am.
Sadly, I do.
You wear your personality on your sleeve,
and it's not particularly interesting.
Yeah, Torres,
you need to find a better hobby than brooding.
TORRES: I have a tragic backstory,
what can you do?
MAXWELL: Little cliché, isn't it, though?
Deep dark secrets, wearing a mask
of pain to cover up... What?
We all have them, don't we,
Jason?
Masks.
MAXWELL: Wow. You know my name.
Took you long enough to use it.
You're wearing a mask.
We needed to know what you're trying to project
in order to know what you're trying to protect.
MAXWELL: Phrasing. I like it.
Honestly, though,
you couldn't even begin to understand.
(laughs)
And I thought you two were being smart on your own.
You think finding Professor Staggs
changes things here?
I have half the military on this
island waiting to see if I kill the two of you.
I am still in control.
What are your people doing, Tennant?
Hm?
Escalating this when we need solutions.
We're just trying to clean up the mess
that you brought onto our shores.
Well, it's your brilliant leadership that got us here.
Okay, you two, stand down.
Screw you, Torres.
(whispers): Need time to disarm the bomb.
Oh, you'd like that.
MAXWELL: I mean it. Back off.
The professor? Too dangerous.
Not if you were the last man
alive. Okay, you know what?
I'm done. I'm done talking to him,
and I sure as hell can't talk to you.
Move away from each other, or I will shoot you both.
Looks like our little dialogue here has broken down.
You are useless to me.
So, maybe I will just release this button and end it now.
TORRES: Maybe we can bring your friend,
the professor,
let him talk to you.
We could just start from the beginning.
No. Go ahead.
Bring the professor.
Hey, we've been running for, like, an hour.
What are we looking for? Following a signal
that's communicating with the booster
but having a hard time landing on it.
What, you mean, like, it's moving?
Maybe, in a car or on a bike.
Anybody seem to be circling?
No.
Hey, we're in the right area, right?
Yes, it seems like it.
Okay.
Ernie,
check my location, see if it matches
with any possible targets connected to RIMPAC.
Yeah, the device is here somewhere.
Maybe we can ID the target, just help us find it.
You sure you're good doing this? Hell no.
It's terrifying.
But I trained Hearns, I want to help stop him, so...
What exactly did you train him for?
I was creating a virtual army online
who could attract fringe groups:
white supremacists, terrorists.
Identify them,
take them out,
but instead...
You created one.
He built a network of toadies to help him.
He's gonna assume he can manipulate you as well.
Well, I am an expert in human behavior
with a great deal of experience
studying alternate personalities.
Yeah, but he's a psychopath,
and he hasn't gotten any more stable
in the years since you last saw him.
(cell phone dings)
Kai and Bam Bam have narrowed down a location of the device.
They could probably use some help.
Yeah, put me in, coach.
We need you to buy us some time.
I'll do my best.
None of the Navy physical assets are anywhere near that park.
No presentations or tours.
Hold on. A bunch of sailors from the
USS Essex are having a spirit day
with foreign visiting sailors.
What, you mean, like, sack races and balloon fights?
It says flag football, but same idea.
Well, why would Hearns attack a bunch of sailors
running slant routes?
Oh, see, you know sports. Slant routes.
It was literally the only football specific
I could think of. My brother once scored a touchdown
in high school running a...
What do you see?
Petty Officer Second Class Leo Staggs.
Professor Staggs said he was here for family.
I-I think Leo's his son. (line ringing)
JESSE (over phone): Ernie. Jesse, you got to keep Staggs
from entering the bar. What'd you say?
Don't let Staggs in.
Hello, Jason.
Professor Staggs.
This was all a setup.
We were supposed to bring Staggs here.
Well done, Special Agent Tennant.
Jason, this is a no-win situation.
How can I help you see that?
Well, it was a no-win situation the minute you cut me loose.
That was 20 years ago.
TENNANT: Professor, I think it's best
if you don't engage in conversation with Mr. Hearns.
All due respect, Special Agent Tennant, shut up.
This is my moment.
Hey, look, we get it.
You did all this so we'd bring Staggs to you.
You're going through your list of grievances.
You take down Parker,
you take down the mean man who fired you.
You have something you want to say?
I don't want to say anything.
Parker put me away. No big deal. I ruined him.
But this man--
this man abandoned me.
Told me working with him would give purpose to my life,
would make up for growing up in a foster home surrounded by
misfits and idiots,
and then he threw me away.
I gave you skills. Skills that you could've used to...
To what? Run a clandestine PsyOps
operation at my grocery store?
Well, I was thinking the tech industry, but...
I've built something that you couldn't even imagine.
I have people literally willing
to kill for me. You expect me to be impressed?
I expect you to be in awe.
Hey. Hey.
What are we looking for?
Shave ice cart.
Those guys look way too built to be vendors.
Yeah? Yeah.
(grunting)
Look, killing Professor Staggs
isn't gonna undo the harm done to you.
I don't want to kill Professor Staggs.
I want him to know that every person I hurt
is because of him. I want him to watch.
Watch what?
Watch me kill his son.
(exhales slowly) (grunting continues)
(grunting)
(shouting)
Okay. What now, Bam Bam?
Clear the area.
This bomb is big enough
to cause some major damage.
This time, a prayer would be useful.
No, please, don't do this.
Take me. Leave my son alone.
Please.
Too late. Let's watch.
(beeping)
(beeping stops)
TORRES: Um... I think I blinked.
Did something happen? What did you do?
Torres!
(grunts)
(grunting)
Mm-mmm.
Shoot me. TORRES: No.
Promised Parker that he could say hi.
The bomb?
Disabled.
Your son is safe, too.
(cheering, laughing)
God, I love rum. Is that wrong?
Well, do you love it more or less
than punching bad guys in the face?
Oh... tough call.
Come on, punching.
Especially since you saved the day.
I'd argue it was a group effort.
You know, a lot of the credit goes to Bam Bam. Where is she?
I invited her, but she just kind of growled at me.
(laughter)
Hey, uh, listen,
you know I really didn't mean all that stuff, right?
About how I got my job or not wanting to sleep with me?
I feel like that's a trick question.
(chuckles) Look, I'm sorry we gave you
another terrible trip to Hawai'i.
Yeah, well,
guess I'll just have to come back.
For some relaxation, right?
Not because the world is being threatened.
Why not a little bit of both?
Sure.
Sure...
(laughter) Right? Yeah.
WHISTLER: Well, Raven got his wings pinned,
chemical weapons disabled.
KNIGHT: And Parker full of gratitude
because we saved his ass. Well done.
(speaking Hawaiian)
(cheering)
* I speak in grey to match *
* The shade on *
* The inside of my brain * (door closes)
* I decay *
* When my tongue touches... *
Today was a good day. Mm-hmm.
And I'm only sorry
I missed out on all your breakfast goodies.
I can have you a full tray in less than 45 minutes.
You do not have to do that. (chuckles)
Who doesn't love breakfast for dinner?
Or after-dinner snack?
Or... breakfast.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
So, in the morning?
Definitely.
* You look at me *
* Covered in the colors of you *
* Ooh *
* Covered in the colors of you *
* Ooh *
* Red, orange, yellow, green. *