NCIS: Hawai'i

All right, Malia, stay in your lane!

Left wing, Julie! Left wing!

Come on, girls, hustle up!

Good job, Warriors, good job!

Ladies and gentlemen, please clear the field.

I need everyone to move back to the parking lot.

Bring all your stuff with you.

Come on, move down to the parking lot.

Move back down to the parking lot.

Thank you.

All right, Warriors, bring it in,

bring it in.

Mom, I don't know anything about soccer.

They don't care. Just have fun, okay?

Go be with your team. I love you. Mmm.

Come on, get off the field, off the field.

Secure a perimeter and 24-hour security

while we recover all classified components, okay?

Excuse me, Captain.

You can't move anything. This is a crime scene.

Jane Tennant, Special Agent in Charge, NCIS Hawai'i.

Well, Special Agent in Charge Tennant,

I'm Captain Joseph Milius.

Deputy Chief of Staff, Pac Fleet. I know.

Then I suspect you also know the protocol

for investigating an accident involving a Navy pilot.

Can we talk for a minute... privately?

Will it end this conversation sooner?

It's worth a shot.

Look, you can't be so sure this was an accident.

Because?

Because your pilot, Lieutenant Commander Walters,

reached out to my office 12 hours ago.

Wanted to file a report.

- About what? - Don't know.

Until I do, this is a crime scene.

Well, call this site whatever you want,

but this is a top secret Navy program,

and I've got a job to do.

I know your next move, Captain.

Gonna run this up the chain of command?

But what's gonna come back down is that I'm in charge.

So all you're doing is delaying my investigation,

which isn't fair to Commander Walters,

his family...

or even you.

You should tell the wolf pack this was your idea.

It'll sell better.

Let's give it a beat, Tennant.

Make it more believable.

Someone want to say how the fists started flying?

- This punk wen touch my girl. - Just her nice necklace.

Okay, that's it-- you're coming in.

- Hey, those guys started it! - Keep it up and you'll go, too.

Officers, please, your tactics

are just really harshing my mellow.

How about you mind your own business, sir?

Look, um...

Had a pretty simple situation here.

These clowns disrespected the barkeep.

My tattooed friend there tried to defend her honor.

And then, uh,

what do you do?

You separate them? No.

You have a thoughtful conversation

about the power of listening? No.

You kick ass, you take names,

and then you hope no one's filming.

Your I.D. Now.

I haven't done anything wrong, so there's absolutely

no reason for me to share that with you.

All right, wise guy.

You're going in, too.

It's escalation.

Let's go.

- Morning. - Morning.

Ooh, pajama day?

I wish.

Youth soccer game at almost dark thirty.

I'm gonna need the rundown on our dead pilot

Lieutenant Commander Walters.

Background, fitreps...

Current assignment, friends and family, recent activity.

And dark Holualoa, splash of soy.

I have AFMES fast-tracking the autopsy.

Was there anything left to autopsy?

- Experimental F-35 - C had an emergency fail-safe.

Plane goes out of control, automatic ejection.

Although at that speed, the force of it

is probably what killed him.

4-H weekend?

No, cleaning campsites at Bellows Field.

Here.

Jesse, it's my day, remember?

Oh, well, where's the new guy?

Not sure, but at some point, that will get old.

All right, guys, what else do we know?

Our pilot was at the stick of a top secret

experimental aircraft with self-flying capabilities.

He called last night, told the switchboard

he had something to report. Did he say what?

No. I left him a voice mail.

But he never returned.

Could be criminal activity, fraud,

security leak, something personal.

And the crash could be completely unrelated.

All right, well, the program's on hold until we figure out

what happened, so that's gonna create some heat.

So, Lucy, I need you to go to AFMES

to get the autopsy results.

Jesse, I need you to... Hook up with Ernie.

Dive into Commander Walter's private life.

Please and thank you.

I got to handle something.

Mandarin?

Yeah. I want to read Journey to the West

in the original as Wu Cheng'en intended.

Hey.

I'm trying to get some insight into Lieutenant Commander...

Lieutenant Commander David Walters.

Graduated U.S. Naval Academy with distinction.

Multiple combat tours. Went Top Gun three years ago.

Transferred to the Pathfinders as a test pilot

- and instructor. - Ernie?

I'm looking for more color.

Like why he was coming into NCIS before the kaboom?

Don't sweat it.

I'll just piggyback on his social media,

get a full sense of the man-- hopes, dreams,

weird fetishes if he had any.

I don't think Walters had social media, though.

Some fighter pilots don't.

Everyone else does.

His friends, family, dental hygienist.

He may not post,

but they certainly do.

I'm headed to the pilot's apartment-- call me.

How'd you know where I was?

Deputy sergeant texted me when he saw your credentials.

You know, I got over 50 résumés for your job.

Interviewed a dozen highly capable

candidates, including you.

Getting arrested two weeks in

makes me question my judgement.

Cops at the bar weren't being professional.

Local and vocal don't always jibe, and it was

my obligation to correct their behavior.

No need to involve the badge.

Look, I won't pretend to know your experiences.

And I respect where you're coming from.

- Thank you. - Not done.

When anyone on my team gets in trouble,

I'm the first call.

Can't help if I don't know.

You can't live with that,

this isn't gonna work.

Understood. Won't happen again.

Hi. I'm gonna need

Commander Walters' preliminary results ASAP.

- Almost done. Gonna have to wait.

Whistler.

What's DIA doing here? "What are you doing here?"

is a more pertinent question.

Investigating a suspicious death.

Of a pilot who worked a top secret defense project?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Silos, clearances, stakeholders.

Spare me. We've been read in.

No, and yet, Pac-Fleet asked

DIA to handle the dissemination of sensitive information,

so you will get the report when I clear it.

Thank you.

You're right.

- I know. - I shouldn't be so pushy.

- It's not a good look. - And I should respect the hierarchy.

Hmm, that'd be refreshing.

You still can't see it.

No, it's Inoki.

- Can you spell that? - I-N-O-K-I.

- K-I? Okay. - Yeah.

- Give me an hour. - All right, I'll call back later, bye.

Hey, sorry.

- Got tied up. - Not to pile on, New Guy.

But I abandoned a conservation weekend to get here.

What's your excuse?

Got locked up by HPD.

Hey, it's been two weeks.

New Guy has a name.

Kai Holman. Born in Waimanalo.

Still holds the record for the most strikeouts

in the Interscholastic League.

Former Marine, including three years CID

before joining NCIS.

See, I listen. It's not bad.

And, uh, you are Jesse...

something with a B?

Don't see a lot of uniforms in places like these.

No photos, no bottles of booze.

TV's covered in dust.

Walters was a slave to his work.

But he's going to local places all over the island.