02x02 - Blind Curves

[bunniefuu]

(CONSTRUCTION VEHICLE
RUMBLING, CLANKING)

♪ ♪

Swipe right on your break.

If you go faster, we may
actually get to take one.

Hey.

Stop, stop, stop!

You were supposed
to drain all the fluids.

The car was prepped. I swear.

(GASPING)

♪ ♪

(YAWNS)

Coffee?

Looks like you need it more than I do.

Just need to get my day going.

You sound like your dad.

I am his son.

He's also middle-aged.

(GROANS)

Okay, why are you so worn-out?

I'm middle-aged, apparently.

Seriously, Alex, what is it?

College apps? SAT prep? Homework?

Oh, I'm getting tired
just hearing all of it.

Fall semester of senior year is tough.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Mrs. Allen wants you to sign it.

And acknowledge that you got a "C"

in a subject you usually ace?

C-plus.

- Okay, what happened?
- Mom, it's one paper.

It's not like I'm on drugs
or getting arrested.

So, can you just sign it, please?

You sure nothing else is going on?

Because Jane Eyre is a classic.

It's a Gothic coming-of-age
story about a young woman,

like, finding herself.

And you didn't see any parallels?

Clearly not. (CHUCKLES)

Won't happen again.

- KAI: Hey, boss.
- TENNANT: Hey.

KAI: Our victim is Marine
Staff Sergeant Travis Cobb.

Workers found him in the back of a sedan

as they were crushing it.

Would've been tough to I.D. him,

except he had his dog
tags tucked in his boot.

It's a Marine thing.

Is that the car?

Yeah. A few more seconds

and Cobb would've been crushed
and missing forever.

Anyone report him missing?

His C.O. put him on

unauthorized absence status yesterday.

And he ended up here?

KAI: Car was empty when it
was prepped for disposal,

two days ago, so our theory is

he was k*lled and dumped
at night during off-hours.

Do we know the cause of death?

JESSE: No, not yet.

But we're really hoping
it wasn't from the crushing.

Talk about nightmare fuel.

All right, Kai,
when we're finished here,

follow up with Chase for an answer.

Yeah, yeah, I got it, boss.

(QUIETLY): Thank you.

Doesn't look like they're
running any CCTV.

We have any other leads on
who might have dumped the body?

This place is on

a suburban home security package.

Spare key in a fake rock,

"Beware of Dog" sign with no dog,

and all the employees have alibis.

What would a young marine be doing

to get dumped in a junkyard?

It's the stuff you see
with mobsters and criminals.

JESSE: According to his C.O.,

he couldn't be further from either.

Said he was a good marine
with a good heart.

Maybe his C.O. didn't really know him.

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

Thank you so much, Annie.

Oh, I think word's gotten
out about this place.

(CHUCKLES)

But, hey, waiting can be fun. Right?

Yeah. Totally.

I'm sorry, I just thought

supplying our respective
teams with caffeine fixes

is sort of our thing now.

I want to tell my boss we're dating.

Say something.

I'm just, we, uh... (CHUCKLES)

We were, we were on coffee,

and now we're-we're on-on
talks with bosses.

Well, there's an FBI barbecue coming up,

and I want you to come with me.

Okay. Yeah, same page now.

I-I think you should
totally tell your boss

so... I can meet your team.

This is great.

Yeah, it is.

Okay, so then why does it
seem like you're worried?

He could take me off as NCIS liaison.

No, he wouldn't do that.

Would he?

Uh, if he felt like there was
a conflict of interest.

(PHONE CHIMING)

sh**t. I, um, I-I have to run to K-Bay.

I think you're doing the right thing.

(SIGHS)

It's gonna be okay. Really.

Oh, yes, you're done.

Okay, never mind.

Sometimes it can be a sobering reminder:

how fragile our physical forms are.

Don't get me wrong,
I-I've seen many physical forms.

I'm just...

Crushed in a car is new.

You never forget your firsts.

Like the time I went to examine

a body flattened by a plane wheel.

Quite literally, like a pancake.

Couldn't eat breakfast for a week.

Right.

So, uh, given the state
of this physical form,

were you able to learn...

just... well, anything?

Postmortem examination can be
revealing in any circumstance.

For example,

the liquid oozing from the car
wasn't all blood, per Se,

since our marine bled quite a bit

before his body was dumped.

- So, what was it?
- Organs.

Decomposing and crushed in the vehicle.

I was also able to
identify time of death

as roughly to hours ago.

And then there's the evidence
of how he died.

May have been crushed and broken,

but the pieces were there.

Well, most of them.

Part of the back
of the skull is missing.

As well as the incisors.

This, unfortunately,

is not my first g*nsh*t
wound to the face.

- Any other signs of struggle?
- That's harder to tell.

But there was something else.

I found trace evidence
of a unique chemical compound

in his sinuses and lungs.

Do you know what it is?

Not something I'm familiar with.

Sorry. It's cold.

It's all right. Doing your job.

Are the leads warm, at least?

Nobody I talked to at K-Bay
knew where Cobb went

the night he was m*rder*d,
who he was with,

- or why he had a weird chemical in his lungs.
- Okay.

Did they have anything else
to say about him?

I did learn he was from Daytona.

Had no nonjudicial punishment.

And he also brought doughnuts to work

at the motor pool every Monday.

- So the leads are colder than the coffee.
- Except...

in spite of a bright future
with the Marine Corps,

he was getting out.

- Any word on where he was going?
- Never submitted

for travel orders back to the mainland.

- Maybe he was staying here.
- I mean, it makes sense.

Everybody I talked to assumed Cobb had

an entire life outside of K-Bay
that he just never talked about.

A life that led to his m*rder.

But do we have any ideas on what
he might have been mixed up in?

Drugs, reckless behavior?

Never popped positive or arrested.

He was squeaky clean.

But, yeah, he had to have been
staying for something.

Can't just be the palm trees.

Maybe it was for someone.

♪ ♪

(DOOR BEEPS)

- Hey, Ernie, any update on the...
- Shh.

Representative.

(LOUDER): Representative.

(HUFFS)

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERPHONE)

Trying to get Cobb's cell phone records?

Sorry about that.

I got his call log,
but I've been in automated hell

trying to access more.

You should've seen when I tried
to dispute a hidden fee.

They broke me like a bad habit.

Well, usually I'd be
dealing with Caroline,

but she went on her honeymoon
in Turks and Caicos.

Anyway, here's what else I got on Cobb.

He didn't post much on social media,

but he was following
car accounts, literally.

And bank records show

a bunch of transactions
at auto retailers.

It's not surprising he was into cars.

He worked in the motor pool.

But what about a significant other?

There's one number
that comes up a lot.

And if I could just get off hold,

I'll be able to find out
who it belongs to.

WOMAN (OVER PHONE):
Thank you for waiting.

(ERNIE SHUSHING)

Hi, this is Ernie Malik from NCIS.

No, no, I usually speak with Caroline.

Oh, I know. (CHUCKLES)

I know. She's so much
better off with Dan.

I got her the griddler.
The stand mixer was taken.

(CHUCKLES) You?

Oh, my. Sneaky.

I know. Caroline is the best.

So if you could just
unlock those records.

Mahalo.

Yes!

- Dude, the griddler?
- It was on her registry.

Oh, look.

number belongs to a Lani Jones.

Girlfriend theory tracks.

All right. Can you get me her address?

Of course, but I can do you one better.

Lani's phone pinged there moments ago.

JESSE: Nice.

- Griddler for the win.
- Bruddah.

♪ ♪

You sure this is the right place?

I mean, uh, give or take.

There's not much else around here.

Not much here.

Looks like an old airfield.

Place like this is
supposed to be off-limits.

KAI: Yeah, well, according to
the records Ernie forwarded,

both Cobb and his girlfriend's
phones have pinged

in this location a bunch
of times in the recent past.

Why, though?

I mean, if they were teenagers,

this could be like some make out spot.

Oh, yeah? You and your
high school sweetheart

make out at a lot of airfields?

Great Falls Overlook
on the Potomac, actually.

Yeah, that's romantic.

(ENGINES RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

You hear that?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

So which one are you gonna follow?

The Challenger has horses

and a finely tuned Z maybe , ?

- All right, Z?
- What?

No, the Challenger.

It may have more horsepower,

but it's also like pounds heavier.

Guess we're going with
the Z after all.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What's the plan?

Not really sure. Improvising.

Yeah, says the guy driving
straight toward another car!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Ooh.

- KAI: Pretty reckless, don't you think?
- JESSE: Yeah.

How'd you do that J-turn
at that speed, anyway?

Fast hands.

So loosen your grip
and trust you won't crash.

- Cool.
- Hey!

What?

You do know it's ill*gal

to street race on the island, right?

First off all, not technically
on a street.

Okay? And secondly,
cops tend to ignore us.

Long as we're not bothering anybody.

We're not the cops. We're NCIS.

We're looking for Lani Jones.

You found her.

When was the last time
you saw Travis Cobb?

(DOOR OPENS)

I-I thought he got called into training.

Sometimes he can't talk
for a couple days.

How'd you two meet?

On the track.

My family's been involved

with racing...

pretty much since the first
car landed on the island.

And Cobb?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Thought he was just another
military kine guy

with his chest all puffed up. (SCOFFS)

Then he beat the best car
on the strip in a stock Mustang.

KAI: He was getting
out of the Marine Corps.

Was that to be with you?

Nobody else in the unit knew about you.

Is there a reason you two kept
the relationship a secret?

Marines couldn't know he was racing.

Any of the other racers
know about you two?

Better they did.

As long as Travis was with me,

they knew to keep their distance.

So you're saying he needed protection.

People don't like losing.

And especially to outsiders.

Maybe somebody lost bad enough
to ignore that protection.

People ever put money

or even their cars on the line?

Some do. Yeah.

How often did Cobb roll those dice?

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

Every time.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

DANIEL: Boom.

TENNANT: Wow. Going hearty.

Well, feel like I'm about
to earn the extra calories.

So, you think Alex's bad grade

is symptomatic of something worse?

Maybe.

He's got on his plate, okay?

- Things can snowball.
- I know.

I stress about all the things
he has ahead of him, too.

I feel like there's a "but" coming.

I just... This doesn't sound like

a problem yet. That's all.

- So you're saying I'm overreacting.
- No.

I would never say that.

He is hiding something.

All right? He's just not
around as much anymore.

Stashes his phone every time he sees me.

And you haven't figured it out yet?

He met a girl, Jane.

He doesn't hide them from me.

Naomi, Tess...

even Carly.

No one liked Carly, not even Alex.

Which means he must
really like this one.

I mean, you remember how I was
when we first started dating.

Every moment outside of work,
I was focused on you.

But I still held down a job,
made a life for ourselves.

Remember?

I'd page you to meet me for
a little late night movie?

Oh, my gosh.

You're really dating us now.

(LAUGHS)

JESSE: We're talking
$ , to $ , cars

with tens of thousands of
dollars in modifications.

Cam shafts, headers,
carbon fiber paneling.

Are you hearing what I'm saying?

I am hearing a lot of words
that I understand individually

but not together.

Okay, what's up?

Nothing.

I'm just... I'm thinking about barbecue

and full transparency,
and it's freaking me out.

So, Whistler.

(SIGHS): Yeah.

I thought everything
was smiles and sunshine

since you guys got back together.

Yeah, I know. It's been amazing.

So amazing that she wants
to tell her boss about us.

It's a big deal.

Good.

Good, because then it's not
weird that I'm freaking out.

That's a big deal for her.
Why are you freaking out?

'Cause she's our FBI liaison.

What happens if
her boss changes his mind

after he finds out about us?

And then, and then we-we
no longer work together,

and then we start to grow apart and...

If that even happens,
you'll roll with it.

- Well, it's not just me. She's worried about it, too.
- Of course she is.

I mean, Whistler might
have gone full Adele

in front of our entire team, but
she wasn't always that person.

I'm just saying.

TENNANT: Hey.

We got any more info
about the ill*gal races?

Uh, ask the resident expert.

(SCOFFS) Wouldn't say I'm an expert.

KAI: Oh, you do know a lot about cars.

And you were fanboying
over that maneuver

Lani pulled at the track.

I don't know. I got into cars

and street racing a long time ago.

Oh, I feel like there's a story.

Well, it started when I watched
The Fast and the Furious.

I was wrong.

KAI: Wait, I'm sorry.

The movie about cars?

Uh, first off,
it's a movie about family.

And are you serious, dude?

You haven't watch it?

Oh, right. It's not part
of the Nora Ephron

- cinematic universe.
- Oh.

Okay, listen, maybe you two can
have a movie night, all right?

But for now, how about pointing me

to any leads regarding Cobb?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

KAI: We have been trying to build a list

of who Cobb has raced in the past.

People he might have crossed

and who might've had reason to k*ll him.

Lani couldn't tell us everybody,

so we started just tracking
the cars themselves.

Cobb's had several cars
registered under his name

over the years.

Yeah, all cars you could see on a track.

But he never seemed
to hang onto them for very long.

Not if he was rolling the dice
every time he went out there.

The latest is a Toyota Supra
that he registered last week.

No records of him purchasing it, either.

TENNANT: Then who did?

The car was so new it didn't even have

a title in the system yet.

So we're in the process
of tracking the purchase.

That's got to sting, losing
a car you just bought.

Yeah, especially to somebody

you already think doesn't belong.

Well, where's the car now?

KAI: We can't find it.

It's not at Cobb's house or at K-Bay.

So put out a BOLO.

Find the car, maybe
we find the m*rder*r.

Ernie, any luck finding the Supra?

I sent HPD everything I had.

They pulled over a vehicle
matching the description.

Then why aren't you more like...

"Yeah, bro, I just solved the case"?

Mostly because I would
never say that. (CHUCKLES)

But also this.

Footage of HPD pulling over the Supra.

(KAI SIGHS)

We're looking for a racer
and m*rder*r, and, uh,

that guy looks like he says,
"It's Mai tai o'clock".

He said he purchased
the vehicle yesterday

through an online ad.

According to the VIN and
title, it's not Cobb's car.

Yeah, but it's the same make,
same model,

and it matches the description.

And what, we're just supposed to believe

that it's not Cobb's car?

That is why you're not done. Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's called VIN cloning.

You take the VIN number
from a clean car,

put it on a stolen car
to mask the theft.

Cobb's car was stolen...

and ended up in a chop shop.

Can you, can you figure out which one?

Using details from the images of the ad,

signage, proximity to landmarks,

I may be able to I.D.

the location of potential
chop shops nearby.

That's Kaka'ako.

ERNIE: Right around the street
from an auto repair shop.

Oh, it's a great place
to operate a chop shop.

You did solve the case.

(TOOLS BUZZING, BUSY CHATTER NEARBY)

- NCIS!
- Hands up!

- Whoa, whoa!
- Let's go, let's go!

- Back against the car!
- Hands where I can see them!

Federal agency. Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Hey, NCIS! Hands up!

On your knees!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)

♪ ♪

- Clear.
- Clear.

VIN number is being scratched.

Blank titles.

LUCY (OVER COMM): Hey, guys,
you might want to come in here.

JESSE: What you got, Luce?

LUCY: That's a b*llet hole.

(SIGHS)

Thank you.

- Hey, Kai, get the lights.
- Yeah.

KAI: Oh, yeah.

That is a b*llet hole.

And a whole lot of blood to go with it.

LUCY: MCRT found a nine-millimeter slug,

and we're collecting DNA
and pulling chemical samples

to see if we can match those found

in Staff Sergeant Cobb's airways.

But all signs point to him
being m*rder*d in a paint booth.

What else have you found?

It's a crime haven here.

We're talking stolen vehicles,
drug paraphernalia,

fraudulent documentation,

but also racing gear.

So someone here is tied to that world.

And k*lled Cobb. Anyone talking?

We're trying to squeeze them,
but they're staying quiet.

All right, well, do we know
who runs this place?

The business is registered

under an LLC, not a person.

And if they're good,

it'll take us a beat to unpack
who the real owner is.

We're pulling prints
in the meantime, but honestly,

no telling how many come back.

All right, well,
see if any of those prints

point to investigations
in other agencies.

Maybe someone already
did the legwork for us.

Thank you.

FBI coming in with the assist.

Everything we have on the people
working in that chop shop.

Thank you.

Take it this means nothing changed.

Oh, Lucy was worried
that you weren't gonna be

the NCIS liaison anymore.

Oh, that.

Sorry. She talks to me about stuff.

Trust me, I know. (SCOFFS)

So, how'd it go?

You're asking me to talk about
things outside of work?

Happy to talk about criminals, too.

Uh, yeah, it was fine.

But... ?

Well, it was awkward.

I mean, first, I-I-I walk in,
and he's playing with

some fancy new tongs.

Weird.

He's really into barbecue.

Then I had this whole speech
prepared about

how I'm dating an NCIS special agent

and how I won't let it interfere
with my responsibilities,

and he stops me.

Apparently, it's... it's just
a form I have to fill out.

Sounds easy enough.

But then he said,

- "Can't wait to meet him at the barbecue".
- Oh.

- Oh.
- And I said,

"Same. Thanks".

"Thanks"? Now he's gonna

expect me to show up with,
like, someone like Kai.

(CHUCKLES) Well, that's on him, not you.

What do I tell Lucy?

She'll be fine.

I don't know if you know this or not,

but she's pretty crazy about you.

♪ ♪

Hey, it's almost time to eat.

I'll eat later. I have
a lot of work to do.

- Alex.
- Yeah?

Come here a sec.

What's up?

Are you dating someone?

- Like, it's fine if you are.
- I know it's fine.

- How long?
- Two months.

Why does it matter? Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

- So we're fine, then.
- Totally.

Except you usually tell me.

Which suggests there's
a reason you aren't now.

Or it suggests you need me
to tell you everything

in order to trust me.

Look, if I see my son
acting differently,

I have a right to know
what's happening in his life.

This is all because
of that English assignment.

No, it's because you're keeping secrets.

It was one bad grade.

Look, I can't be there for you

if I don't know where "there" is.

I don't need you to be there for me.

- I'm sorry. I...
- Maybe you don't.

But I'm still the parent,
and you're still the kid.

I'll save some food for you.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

JESSE: Whistler came through.

FBI sent over profiles,
dossiers, rap sheets.

It's a good thing, too,

'cause we tracked
the purchase of the Supra.

Guy who lost it's been off-island.

Couldn't have k*lled Cobb.

(SIGHS) All right, who else do we have?

I narrowed it down to
six potential suspects.

KAI: We are looking
at things like motive,

opportunity, history.

Yeah, David Kang spent time in
Halawa for aggravated as*ault,

Andrew Ray for armed robbery
and grand theft.

Tell me about him.

LUCY: Solomon "Sol" De la Cruz.

Did three years for
second-degree as*ault.

Which he pleaded down from
attempted second-degree m*rder.

Yeah, as well as auto theft and
violating Hawai'i statute - :

altering the identification
mark of a vehicle.

FBI's building a drug case against him,

but the man has all the
experience to work a chop shop.

Maybe even run it.

Does he have a connection to Cobb?

Other than they both like cars, no.

Do any of the other guys?

JESSE: They all have the
capacity to pull the trigger,

but finding the motive's
been the tricky part.

LUCY: Ooh, found it.

Sol's connection to Cobb.

KAI: That's Lani Jones.

Cobb's girlfriend.

We dated years ago.

We were practically kids.

Well, old enough for him
to get a tattoo of you.

He surprised me with it.

Heck of a surprise.

Um, you do stupid things
when you're young and in love.

(CHUCKLES)

You do.

So, what changed?

He did.

Started getting into shady stuff.

I couldn't be a part of it.

And how'd he feel when
you started dating other guys?

You think he k*lled Travis?

I'm just asking
if there's reason to believe

that Sol would.

Yes.

But I told him to stay away.

Apparently, he didn't listen.

So, do you have any idea
where Sol might be?

What time is it?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING, LIVELY CHATTER)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(WHIRRING)

There he is.

There's a lot of bystanders.

- Let's try to do this quietly, then.
- Okay.

Maybe he'll give up easy.

Don't jinx it.

Federal agents.

Hands where I can see them.
We need you to come with us.

(GRUNTING)

You had to jinx it!

- Ah!
- (CLAMORING)

(GROANS)

(BYSTANDERS EXCLAIMING)

You picked the wrong car, brah.

JESSE: Hey, Sol.

(GROANING)

Didn't want to tackle him?

And risk hitting one of these cars?

No.

It's pretty bold to be
hanging out at an auto show

after we just raided your chop shop.

I like cars. And it's not my chop shop.

Yeah? Well, you're there a lot

and, uh, you know,
your prints are all over it.

I like cars.

Were you there three nights ago?

I know this game.

I didn't do whatever you think I did.

Look, with your history

and the heat that you're facing now,

I would say cooperating
is your best option.

I work at an auto repair shop.

That's all you know.

Everything else has reasonable doubt.

JESSE: You know who doesn't use terms

like "reasonable doubt"?

Innocent people.

Got to know about crime
when you're a criminal.

So, you admit to being a criminal?

Got that stamped on me a long time ago.

Kind of like that?

JESSE: Yeah.

We talked to your ex-girlfriend.

Hell of a driver.

KAI: Oh, yeah.

We also heard you're the jealous type.

Was it hard

seeing her with other guys?

And especially after
this last one, right?

Just a clean-cut marine in his day job

and a hell of a racer in his off-hours.

And even though he was
an outsider, he just seemed...

just seemed perfect for her.

Unlike you.

You think I k*lled this guy
'cause he hurt my feelings?

Our medical examiner
found trace evidence

of a unique chemical in
Travis Cobb's airways.

At first, she wasn't sure what it was,

but after a visit to
where he was m*rder*d,

it all made sense.

Isocyanate.

- Found in high-performance car paint,
- (COUGHING)

in Travis Cobb's lungs,

and in the paint booth
where you m*rder*d him.

(GROANING)

- Hey.
- Get a medic.

Medic!

- (SHALLOW BREATHING)
- Hey.

Get a medic!

LUCY: Hypersensitivity pneumonitis.

Sol is deathly allergic to car paint.

Okay, well, that makes sh**ting
Cobb in a paint booth difficult.

Well, impossible, actually.

MCRT did another sweep.

Sol's prints are literally
everywhere but the booth.

All right, maybe we're thinking
about this all wrong.

Maybe Cobb wasn't there
even about his car

or to confront somebody.

You think he was meeting someone?

Or someone brought him in.

What's a guy like Cobb
doing at a chop shop, though?

I don't know... he was getting
out of the Marine Corps

to settle into
the racing world, you know?

He had skills from working
in a motor pool.

I mean, he'd be useful
at a place like that.

Someone was trying to read him in.

ERNIE: Guys, I broke through!

The LLC that owns the repair
shop is owned by another LLC,

which is owned by another LLC.

Well, uh, you get the point?

For a bunch of gearheads, they're good.

But even Michael Schumacher
made mistakes.

Like when he was disqualified

for turning in on Villeneuve on lap

- of the Final Grand Prix.
- Ernie.

Sorry. Research led me down
very specific rabbit holes.

And irrelevant though they may seem,

it made me realize...

look for the mistakes.

A few years ago, someone failed to file

proper documentation.

And when the IRS audit showed up,

so did the owner, Myron Chan.

Not a lot on him as of late.

Sort of been M.I.A.

Okay, well, did he have
any connections to Cobb?

I'm still looking,
but I can link him to both

the auto shop and the junkyard
where Cobb was dumped.

So, when you say M.I.A....

(SCOFFS) Please.
I'll text you his address.

(MUTTERS)

♪ ♪

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

There's no way this guy k*lled Cobb.

He may know who did it.
He owns the place.

Mr. Chan.

I'm Special Agent Lucy Tara

from NCIS.

I have some questions for you.

You're the registered owner
of Surfrider Auto Repair.

We know it's a front for a chop shop.

A marine was k*lled in your facility.

Mr. Chan, if you're here,
who's running the operation?

KAI: Hey.

Someone's been visiting.

♪ ♪

LUCY: Lani Jones.

TENNANT: What else
do we have on Lani Jones?

All right, though her family

is racing royalty, it turns out they got

into serious financial trouble
about a decade ago.

They had taken out massive loans
to build a racetrack.

Except that's when all racing
on the island became ill*gal.

So they turned to a life of crime.

Cue "Uncle" Myron.

He had the infrastructure
and a cancer diagnosis.

It makes sense he let
the chop shop operate there

in exchange for early retirement.

Lani's dad was running it
before he passed,

and now she's in charge.

ERNIE: And it turns out

our devastated girlfriend
is quite ruthless.

I dug into her past.

She has a history of violent behavior.

Cobb was ready to give up
everything for her,

and she k*lled him? Why?

LUCY: Maybe he changed his mind?

There's only one person
who knows the answer.

♪ ♪

TENNANT: Jesse, take the front.

Kai, take the opposite side.
Lucy, you're with me.

Lani's been cooperating so far.

You think she's gonna resist?

The second she realizes she's a suspect.

Lani's fleeing!

Jump!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

This is Special Agent in Charge Tennant

requesting air support
for suspect fleeing

eastbound toward Farrington
Highway in a red Nissan Z.

I got to sign you guys up
for my dodgeball team.

Y'all go after her.

I'll stay back and clear
the house with Kai.

- Where's Kai?
- (ENGINE RUMBLES)

- (SIREN WAILING)
- TENNANT: Ernie,

tell me you have eyes on Lani.

ERNIE: Working on it.

HPD helo is arriving on station...

now.

Is Kai okay?

He's better than okay.
He's gaining on her.

(HORN BLARING)

Ernie, how far back are we?

You wouldn't happen to have
nitrous on that thing, would you?

(HORN HONKING)

TENNANT: All right, how
much road do we have left?

HPD's setting a roadblock
about a half a mile ahead.

All right. Go, go, go, go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

JESSE: That curve's our chance.

You trust me?

TENNANT: What are you doing?

Loosening my grip.

(PANTING)

It's the end of the road.

TENNANT: Lani's in the process

of making a full confession
to Cobb's m*rder.

And turning state's evidence
about the chop shop's dealings.

It's probably the only hope she ever has

of seeing the outside of a prison again.

Should help the FBI
close up a few cases, too.

Aren't you glad
you trusted me not to crash?

It was like I was watching Bullitt.

No, Fury Road.

Or Fast and the Furious?

Kai cutting through traffic like butter.

And that PIT maneuver.
Oh! It was a thing of beauty.

TENNANT: Okay, it was, but it was

way more intense in the passenger seat.

Well, that's just because
you weren't in control.

Me, on the other hand, total control.

Aw, all this because she almost
ran over your friends.

KAI: I don't have friends.

I got 'ohana.

- Bro!
- (ERNIE LAUGHING)

I watched it last night. It's good.

- No way.
- LUCY: Aw.

Tell me a time and a place,

- and I'll watch the rest of them with you.
- Um...

How many are there?

- There's many.
- LUCY: Mm-hmm.

So, so many.

- Yeah?
- And they're awesome.

ERNIE: It's a lot of them.

- KAI: It's like a trilogy, right?
- Way better.

LUCY: So, just a form, huh?

WHISTLER: Yeah, looks like I'll still be

dropping in as NCIS's FBI liaison.

I can't believe we were
so worried about it.

I went to some pretty dark places.

Uh, there is something else, though.

My-my boss kind of assumes you're a guy.

Oh.

I mean, Lucy's not really
a masculine name.

No, it-it's my fault.

I mean, he said, "Looking
forward to meeting him",

and I should've just said "her".

Hey, hey. It's fine. It's fine.

No, it's not, it's not fine, Lucy.

I...

I haven't done this before.

Have you ever introduced
a girlfriend to your coworkers?

You make it look so easy. (CHUCKLES)

- You know, we don't have to do this today.
- No, no.

I-I want to. I just...

It's a lot for me.

Well, you won't be alone.

I'll be right here with ya.

Always.

(SOFTLY): Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Okay.

- ♪ Keep your eyes on me ♪
- (BOTH LAUGH)

♪ I said, "You're holding back..." ♪

WHISTLER: Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Special Agent Whistler.

Uh, this is my...

my girlfriend, Lucy Tara.

- Oh.
- (CHUCKLES)

I... (CHUCKLES)

I believe we've met before.

You're the scrappy one from NCIS.

Ooh, you know it!

Sorry, uh...

I like your apron.

(CHUCKLES)

Welcome to the FBI family.

Can I get you guys something to drink?

Yes, please. That would be great.

All right, I got some
homemade sangria here.

♪ We took the floor and she said ♪

- Ooh.
- There you go.

- ♪ Don't you dare look back ♪
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

♪ Keep your eyes on me ♪

♪ I said, "You're holding back ♪

♪ Shut up and dance with me" ♪

♪ This woman ♪

♪ Is my destiny ♪

♪ I said, "Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Shut up and dance with me". ♪

(SONG ENDS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey, I got your call.

Could've just called back.

Well, you know I'm
terrible on the phone.

(CHUCKLES) That's right.

You were more of a pager guy.

(LAUGHS)

- Want a drink?
- Yes.

So, Alex has a girlfriend.

Yes.

Not sure it was worth
the trouble of finding out.

Well, at least it's all
out in the open now.

I just...

I needed to know what
was going on with him.

When, uh, Alex was five years old,

he came into the living room...
You were running late from work.

Uh, something was going on with him,

and he asked me, um...

"How much longer until Mommy gets home?"

And I said, "Uh, an hour or so.
But maybe I can help you out".

And you know what he told me?

"It's okay.

I'll wait till Mommy gets home.
She'll fix it".

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Then you got home, and you fixed it.

He was sad that day

because the kids didn't like
his show-and-tell about beetles.

(CHUCKLES)

And he grew up.

Was kind of hoping
you could fix that, too.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

You know, I think about
all the decisions

he's gonna have to make this year.

What's gonna happen...

It's not just his life, Janey.

It's ours, too.

Every day, (CHUCKLES) I struggle

to stop myself from trying
to keep him on the track

I think is right for him.

Maybe we just need
to loosen our grip a bit.

(SCOFFS)

Trust Alex not to crash.

Fair enough.

♪ ♪