NCIS: Hawai'i

Hey!

Oh. Thank God, thank God.

I don't get it.

I mean, the Velcro actually makes it pretty practical.

Not the wallet, the witnesses.

A hundred sunbathers, and HPD hasn't found anyone

who actually saw the shooting.

That doesn't surprise me.

Shell casings forensics found

were from a .45-- makes a big...

Folks get scared and run.

Well, it looks like our victim was being chased

for about five blocks, and no one helped then, either.

Yeah. People suck sometimes.

HPD's canvassing the shops

and going to get us CCTV footage.

Think I should join? Uh...

Don't ask me, ask the boss.

I told you not to call me that.

He, uh, prefers "Boss Junior." Yeah.

Nope. Little Boss?

How about you just tell me what we got on our victim?

DLNR is already asking when we can

get the body off the beach. Anytime.

There's nothing here to help us, unless getting sandwiches

from the grocery store for lunch every day is a crime.

It does seem a little thin as a motive.

What else do we got on him?

Josh Moore, DoD employee card has him working

with a Navy contractor called IRW Procurement.

We've got a call into his supervisor.

Other than that, there's $32 in his wallet

and a digital watch on his wrist.

So not a robbery.

But likely targeted.

At least two suspects.

One was chasing him, and led him right to the other, where...

I mean, it's pretty clever.

And ballsy. I mean, right in the middle of Waikiki?

Yeah, the question is, why go to all the trouble?

Yeah, one of many questions I'm gonna have to answer

when I talk to the assistant director,

the mayor's office, the press...

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, Baby Boss.

Yeah, I'm really ready to abdicate the throne.

Any word on when Tennant's back?

She's got her final sign-off appointments today.

So if she passes, then she's back.

And if she doesn't?

Oh. Goodness.

I'm taking early retirement. Hello?

Broken clavicle, broken rib. Second broken rib.

Stab wound, numerous lacerations,

contusions, concussions.

The size of your file makes it hard to know

which callus goes with which injury.

I can do a diagram if you like.

And that doesn't even include the injuries

you sustained last year.

Sorry, is Dr. Elson not available?

She just has a clearer understanding

of my history, and she finds me charming.

She's on vacation in Phuket.

Perhaps exhausted by the size of your file as well.

Funny.

I wasn't joking.

That said,

I reviewed everything, including your most recent X-ray,

and given that you're not reporting any pain

or diminishment of motion...

No. None.

...there's no reason, medically speaking,

that you can't return to full duty.

Assuming that you pass your...

My psych evaluation and my final clearance interview. Got it.

You've clearly done this before.

Not by choice.

I'll sign the paperwork today.

Thank you.

Special Agent Tennant.

Thank you for your service.

No one's gonna accuse you of not giving it your all.

I spoke with Josh Moore's boss.

IRW is a contractor providing MREs

and other foodstuffs to ships at Pearl.

They have no access to top secret information

or big corporate rivalries.

Moore worked in account management.

He was quiet, considerate, well-liked.

And boring.

But nice boring.

Not the kind of guy you'd want to kill boring.

Which somebody did, in a very

public and brutal way.

We find any witnesses yet?

A handful of merchants

saw some of the chase.

They said suspect number one

was a white guy, kinda big.

Okay. Suspect number two?

A couple of drunk surfers claim the trigger was a cop.

You're kidding.

No. Dressed in full uniform, hanging out at the beach.

Oh, they said he was wearing running shoes.

Huh. Anyone sober to confirm that? No.

- Cameras? - Nothing that helps.

The one angle toward the shooting

was obscured by palm trees, and the others confirm

what we already know.

As a rule, nice accountants don't get chased

through public places and murdered by fake policemen.

Ernie.

Maybe he can tell us what we're missing.

Hey, Ernie.

How many sessions did you have

with your personal therapist?

Six.

The minimum required.

The minimum necessary. Really?

A man you believed to be dead kidnapped, tortured,

and almost killed you,

and six sessions later you're A-OK?

Not gonna lie, it was a lot.

And if it wasn't for Maggie Shaw,

I wouldn't be here.

Your former mentor, and current fugitive.

That's right.

And, yes, she did escape while in my custody.

I had to do a lot of soul-searching.

But I understand the value

of confronting my feelings

instead of running away from them.

Understanding the value and actually doing the work

are two different things.

Then I was unclear.

I am doing the work.

My therapist helped.

You've had experiences few could heal from.

The CIA is very good at helping field officers

compartmentalize those experiences.

You keep the physical and the emotional

in different boxes while they're happening.

Then after, you deal with them separately

once the torture stops.

So, physically...

I've been given the all-clear.

And you think I should, too.

That chapter of my life is done.

Adrian Creel is dead,

and he can't hurt me or anyone I love.

Maggie Shaw is gone.

The rest is just...

it's the stuff of life.

We deal with it.

Tell me about the rest.

I just dropped my son off at the Naval Academy.

He called me asking how to separate

his whites and colors, so apparently

I'm a failure as a parent.

Yeah, kids are supposed to make us feel that way.

I'll send in the approval.

Good luck in your administrative interview.

I suspect they'll be harder on you than I was.

Tell me something good, Ernie.

I programmed the smart home devices at my condo

to be completely self-sustaining if I become incapacitated.

Of course, now my smart home doesn't need me anymore.

Well, can your smart home tell us about Josh Moore?

No, it can't, but I can.

His résumé, social, bank account--

what do they tell you?

That he's a down the middle of the plate kind of guy,

which I already knew. Nice and boring.

Exactly, but even boring people have something

about their boringness that is specific.

A hobby no one cares for, a movie no one loves.

Moore, however, is generic in every conceivable way.

At least on paper.

Big college, big major.

Animals and nature

on his socials. No people.

Drives a silver car.

Has a job no one is curious about.

Even his name is instantly forgettable.

Okay, what are you trying to say?

Nobody is this boring.

Not even boring people.

He's not a person.

He's a creation.

One that somebody wanted to kill.

He was living under an alias.

What are you thinking? Spy? Crook?

Well, based on the single federal IP address

I traced all his info to,

I'm thinking WITSEC.

Hey, Jane Tennant.

Sam Hanna.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you. I brought coffee.

Ah, well, amazing,