NCIS: Hawai'i

Well, friends, you've seen me heli-ski in Alaska,

canyon-jump over Bourne George, climb Mount Everest,

but nothing has quite prepared me for this.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

All-you-can-drink mai tais.

Let's go!

Looking good, Kayla. Looking good.

Oh...

Sorry, buddy,

but you were delicious.

- Ha, ha, ha, ha. - Yeah.

Kayla?

Kayla!

Kayla!

How many more minutes till she's here?

What, Julie bean?

Hey, Alex, give me the marble polish.

We have marble polish?

Yes. Under the sink, in the red bottle.

Oh. Fancy.

Didn't you guys, like, sleep in tents in Afghanistan?

Iraq, please.

You said she'd be here by 0800.

I know, baby. That is in 0-4 minutes from...

Aloha!

Now.

Aunt Maggie!

Hey. Hello, my darling.

Hey, Maggie.

Well, it seems I've been missed.

Alex, help her with her bag, please.

Oh, thank you.

Hi.

Janie.

You're literally saving my life.

Can you believe I came home from a dreadfully boring seminar

to find my kitchen totally flooded?

I had to take a boat to get to the fridge.

Stay as long as you'd like.

- Thank you. - What'd you bring me?

- Julie, that's rude. - No, no.

I like a girl who knows her worth.

Buying you gifts was the highlight

of my speaking engagement.

Gen Z-- whoa, boy-- avoid them like the clap.

Except for you, darling boy.

You're perfection.

They're ancient wishing pearls from the South China Sea.

Very rare and valuable. So think of all your wishes.

They may come true.

Say thank you.

Thank you. Oh.

Coffee? Yes.

Janie.

So, how are you? Tell me everything.

How is work? Are you dating?

Have you visited the new wife?

Is she big as a whale?

Slow down, Mags.

No one's coming to take your prisoner.

We have time. Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm just desperate for adult gossip.

I can't even ask my students what their favorite food is.

I might trigger an allergy.

- Sorry, Mags. I got to go in. - Oh, no.

Never apologize for work.

Besides, I'd like nothing more than to spend some time

- with Julie and Alex. - A ninja knife?

This is awesome.

It's a kunai, Alex.

It's just hella deadly.

I'll teach you how to throw it.

See? We'll be fine.

Uh, no, no, no.

This woman here,

last night, was taken?

Oh. Yeah. Taken.

Yeah, yeah, and you saw it?

Yeah, yeah.

Taken. Uh...

Liam Neeson.

"I don't know who you are..."

Liam Neeson. That's not...

Th-Thank you.

Thank you.

What do we know?

Abductee is Kayla Barlow,

28 years old from Southern California.

On the island with her new husband,

Lieutenant Adam Parish.

Submariner stationed out of Point Loma.

On leave for their honeymoon.

Hotel cameras didn't pick up anything,

and no other eyewitnesses besides the husband.

There's 100 people here, and no one besides the husband

saw a grown woman get abducted?

No one here saw it,

but possibly thousands saw it on their phones.

Kayla is an influencer.

Extreme travel space.

Adam was recording her dancing and...

posting it live.

Kayla!

Look, I've watched this video a dozen times.

There's nothing more I can tell you.

You get a look at his face?

Barely.

What about the license plate?

No.

Can you tell us anything about him?

He looked like everyone at the luau.

Aloha shirt. Khaki shorts.

I didn't even try to help.

Okay. Okay.

Did Kayla have any bad interactions with locals?

Anyone seem suspicious or off?

No.

Look, we were having a great week.

Everyone was so nice.

Th-They made a big deal about it being our honeymoon.

What about back home?

Did Kayla have any issues?

Maybe a jealous ex?

Nothing like that. No.

Your wife has a pretty big social media following.

What about obsessed fans?

Yeah. She gets weird comments all the time.

Trolls or whatever.

Just...

nothing that seemed to bother her.

Anything that bothered you?

Look,

it's just not my world, okay?

I spend months at a time in a metal tube.

I-I don't even have Instagram.

What exactly do you do in the metal tube?

I'm the weapons officer.

So you know how to operate missiles and torpedoes.

And have top secret clearance.

Yeah.

You think this has something to do with me?

You know they have to volunteer.

- For what now? - To serve on a submarine.

Physical and psychological testing.

Takes a very particular mental disposition

to handle that type of claustrophobia.

Mm, not to mention aquaphobia, thalassophobia...

I was a late swimmer.

Oh. How late?

It's an ongoing process.

Just-- What do you know about Lieutenant Parish?

He's a weapons officer on the USS Hemstead--

a Los Angeles Class Fast Attack sub.

That sounds impressive. It is.

But I'm not sure what the upside is

to kidnapping his wife in the middle of a luau.

Can't force him to share intel

with NCIS all over the case.

Kayla, on the other hand, is not your average influencer.

No kidding.

She has, like, actual skills.

Extreme hiking, camping.

Ooh, haggling in the Jakarta Market.

Well, decorating one's house and applying makeup

is a skill, Lucy.

Um, the point is,

there are 1,000 comments in a dozen different languages.

So it's gonna take a beat to pinpoint likely suspects.

Meanwhile, we have a getaway car to track.

Yes.

Abductor was also skilled,

managed to speed off avoiding all cameras.

- License plate? - Nope.

And it's a silver pickup.

One of the most common vehicles on the island.

Wait, but check out this windshield.

There's something on the driver-side visor. You see it?

Some kind of parking pass.

And a barcode. I'm running it now.

It's from an automated ticketing station

at Waikiki Marina.

Three miles from the luau.

Good luck with that aquaphobia.

There are 100 boats here.

If our abductor had access to one,

he could be miles away by now.

Well, we got to start somewhere.

So, dockmaster says it's been mostly regulars and tourists,

except yesterday a mainlander came in,

wanting to charter a boat for island-hopping,

no questions asked.

Got himself a "sweet little cabin cruiser"

and overpaid in cash.

Sounds like our guy. When did he leave?

He didn't. Slip 21.

You all right?

I, uh, don't love boats.

Or the sea.

Or anything water-related, really.

But you live on an island.