Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 10, Episode 3 - E Uhi Ana Ka Wa I Hala I Na Mea I Hala - full transcript

♪ Dark in the city,
night is a wire ♪

♪ Steam in the subway,
earth is afire ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do, do,
do, do, do, do, do ♪

♪ In touch with the ground ♪

♪ I'm on the hunt... ♪

Sir?

Allow me.

♪ I'm lost in a crowd... ♪

Thank you, miss.

You're welcome, sir.



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This is the
Neptune Four research team,

conducting dive four
of our salvage mission.

Approaching the west side of crash site.

I'm gonna get in close, see
if I can identify some spots

for the lift bags.

What is that?

Zoom in.

It looks like a diver.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

Uh...

I'm sorry, Ms... .?

Liu.



Sergeant Liu, actually.

Military Police Corps.

I was there when you were arrested

on conspiracy to commit murder.

See?

- You remember.
- I didn't realize

we had a breakfast on the books.

Otherwise, I would have
asked for a rain check.

I'm sorry, this is
so spontaneous, but...

I wanted to share some news with you.

Someone planted a bomb at
Commander McGarrett's house.

- Well, that's terrible.
- Mmm.

Is he okay?

McGarrett? Oh, he's fine.

I mean, it helps that
whoever did it was, uh...

What is that word?

Incompetent.

See, McGarrett has this dog.

I mean, he's no ordinary mutt.

He used to hunt IEDs for the Marines.

So he just sniffed that
bomb out with no problems.

Well, that's a relief.

Do you have any suspects?

Ah. That's funny.

Because, once again, I have a
feeling that y-you don't have

any evidence to back up
that slanderous allegation.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here,

enjoying this delicious
breakfast with you.

You know what?

You're right.

This is delicious.

Well...

Sergeant Liu, thank you
for coming all this way

to update me in person.

Nice as this chat has
been, I can't help but think

you'd be better off spending
your time looking for the person

who's actually responsible
for planting that bomb.

Mmm. Can I share something with you?

I'm one of those, uh, clingy types.

- Hmm.
- And once I'm interested in somebody,

I can't let go.

So, basically, what I'm telling you is,

you will be seeing a lot more of me.

And Commander McGarrett.

And the rest of the Five-O
team, for that matter.

So we are gonna be all
up in your business 24/7.

- Lucky me.
- Yeah.

Well, when that luck runs out,

we're gonna be there to take you down.

One for the road?

We'll catch you later.

- Breakfast is served.
- Hey. Thanks.

Good job in there.

Sounds like you really
got under his skin.

- Yeah. It's a talent I have.
- Well...

This is an excellent croissant.

Oh, you should have
seen his face when I dug

into his bread basket.

Totally triggered him.

Yeah, it did.

He's making a call.

Hey. I got a job for you.

Yeah, usual spot. An hour.

All right, let's see who
Cullen's setting up a meet with.

Look at that. It's a burner.

Well, that's a surprise.

So, what's next?

It's a good thing
you got the day off work.

This stakeout just
officially turned into a tail.

Do you think this plan
of McGarrett's is gonna work?

Hell, I don't know.

I know one thing: you ever
try to talk Steve McGarrett

out of a plan... any plan, no
matter how damn crazy it is...

Is a losing proposition.

Yes, true,

but, you know, it's like that
saying about pulling a lion

by the tail.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that sound
like something you just made up.

All right. Well, you
understand what I'm saying.

Annoying the enemy

in the hopes that he might
do something irrational,

that's-that's a bold move,

especially when that irrational
thing might be eating you.

Or, just setting aside the
lion analogy for one moment,

blowing up your house again.

Are-are you... are you okay?

'Cause you seem a little...

And please don't take this
the wrong way, but cranky.

Oh, no, that's the right way.

So, is the apartment
search not going well?

Hell no.

Matter of fact, I'm starting to

get the idea that I got a better chance

of getting a selfie with Bigfoot

than getting an apartment
in our price range.

Victim's name is Jay Kahale, 38.

According to records, he
was a demo diver in the Navy

until five years ago when he
switched to private sector work.

He was found down 180 feet underwater

inside the wrecked fuselage of a plane.

Oh, you mean that wreck

that they, uh, found near, uh, Pupukea?

I saw that on the news. That?

Yeah, well, that's probably where Kahale

heard about the wreck, too.

Because, according
to the diving company,

he wasn't a member
of their salvage team.

They're thinking he just decided
to take a sneak peak before

- it was brought up to the surface.
- Well, based on the hole

in his head, I'm guessing he
didn't just run out of oxygen.

Correct.

C.O.D. was a single .357 Magnum round

through the back of the head.

Hang on a second. I realize
the .357 is a powerful iron,

but last I checked, you
can't fire one underwater.

No. The official murder
weapon was a power-head.

- A what?
- Oh, a bang stick.

It's a specialized firearm

used by divers

to fend off sharks.

And because the density of
water is approximately 800 times

that of air at sea level,
the device needs to be fired

while in contact with the target.

Which means our killer
had to be close enough

to press it into the
back of our vic's head.

So, looks like our
killer was very, very sneaky

and was able to come up
behind him undetected.

Right.

The two of them were
diving this wreck together.

The killer decides to stick it
to Kahale when he's not looking,

left him there for fish food.

Mm-hmm, well, that explains the how.

- Doesn't explain the why.
- Yeah.

What the hell could've
been on this plane

worth killing for?

A decades-long mystery

may soon be solved.

Today, a research team
has announced the discovery

of Flight 912, the commercial plane

that crashed over the Pacific in 1983.

It'll be several days before the plane

is dredged up and returned to Hawaii.

In the meantime,

federal investigators are awaiting

the recovery of the plane's black box,

hoping it will finally explain
what caused Flight 912 to crash

more than 36 years ago.

This report aired the
day of the discovery,

so the research team had already ordered

the deep-dive recovery
equipment from the mainland,

and it's due to arrive later today.

Which means three days
passed from the announcement

of the plane being discovered

to our vic's body being
found early this morning.

So, Kahale had a 72-hour window
to dive down to that plane

before it was going to be dredged up.

What the hell was he doing down there?

I don't know, but wreck diving

is pretty risky, especially
in confined spaces like that.

Which is why it's almost
always done in teams.

Well, that supports our
theory that Kahale's killer

was his dive partner.

Check this out. Our
vic's phone was turned on

a couple hours after T.O.D.

It pinged off a tower in Haleiwa.

HPD canvassed the area and found

a burnt-out boat registered to our Vic.

CSU is processing it now.

So the killer uses

the victim's boat to get back to shore

and then torches it to destroy
any incriminating evidence?

Certainly confirms that
they were working together.

Right. But why power on
Kahale's phone after killing him?

Okay.

So, we know this was
at least a two-man job.

We also know that our
killer's an experienced diver,

so let's look into the Vic.

His phone records, employment
records, the whole shebang.

Let's see if we can figure
out who he was diving with.

- All right, you got it.
- In the meantime,

you, with me.

We need to learn more
about this plane crash.

I guess it is true what they say.

You can tell a lot about
a person by how they drive.

All right, first of all,
this is a pursuit, all right?

So normal rules of the road,

they don't apply.
Second of all, last time

we were in this position,
you were criticizing me

for not driving recklessly enough.

Actually, I was referring
to our friend, Mr. Cullen.

Okay.

But now that I know what triggers you...

All right.

Hello?

Everything all right?

Yeah, it's nothing.

You speak Kurdish.

Not according to my
translator, but yeah.

- You?
- No.

Looks like this is the stop.

Well, if you want plenty of photos

of Cullen sitting in his
car, I got you covered.

Hey, yo, here's his boy.

Are they just enjoying
each other's company?

Why aren't they talking?

They're smart.

This is the airport.

Even if we had a directional mic,

we wouldn't pick any of
this up from this range.

Well, you don't go
through that much trouble

to hide what you're talking about

- unless it's about something illegal.
- I agree.

Okay.

I'll get these over to Adam,

see if he can identify Cullen's friend.

While you're at it, have Adam put

an HPD detail on Cullen.

We'll follow his boy,

see what he's been tasked to do.

At first, we all thought

the flight was delayed.

But then someone from the airline

gathered us all into a room.

That's when I learned
that the plane had crashed

and that my, uh... my brother

and 156 other people were dead.

We're sorry for your loss.

Mr. Ennis, we understand that
you're something of an authority

when it comes to Flight 912.

You've been keeping the
victims' families up to date

with various search
and recovery missions.

A lot of people chose to move on.

I don't blame them for that, but, uh...

I never gave up hope.

And now I will finally be able

to lay Ron's body to rest.

Well, Mr. Ennis, it seems that the crash

has, uh, taken one more victim.

We're actually investigating
the murder of a diver

whose body was found in
that wreckage this morning.

Apparently, he and his dive partner

had gone down there poking around,

looking for something.

Any idea what that might have been?

Uh, yeah, I mean,

what everyone's looking for.

Answers.

The NTSB called off
their search in 1986,

but privately funded groups
have continued looking for it,

because still, after all these years,

no one knows why 912 crashed.

If it was mechanical error,

why did it crash five hours
into a six-hour flight?

If there was engine failure,

why didn't the pilot report it?

So, if this was about answers,

then why do you think
someone would dive down there?

Why wouldn't they
wait till the plane was

dredged up and inspected?

Because a lot of folks believe

that the truth will never come out.

That it will be covered up.

Covered up by who?

Take your pick.

There have always been
people with crazy ideas

about why 912 went down.

You know what, spend five
minutes on the Internet.

You'll see. The conspiracy
theories are out of control.

So, I did a deep dive

into the Flight 912 message boards,

and let's just say the Internet can be

- a very dark place.
- What?!

You mean it's not all cat
videos and Keanu Reeves memes?

Plenty of that, but
there's also no shortage

of conspiracy theories
surrounding the crash.

- Mm-hmm.
- For instance,

a lot of people think
the manufacturer has been

covering up a mechanical
defect that took the plane down.

Well, that doesn't seem so out there.

Well, then there are
those who believe the plane

went through a wormhole and
passed into another dimension.

Yep, there's a crazy.

But the most widely
circulated theory by far

involves the Star Wars defense project.

Oh, yeah, back in the '80s.

The government was
talking about us being able

to take out Russian nukes with lasers

- fired from outer space.
- Exactly. Yes.

But I bet you didn't
know the Star Wars program

has close ties to Hawaii.

I did not know that.

The Pacific Missile
Range Facility on Kauai

was at the center of the
Strategic Defense Initiative.

It's where most of the Star
Wars testing took place.

So the theory goes that, back in 1983,

an early test to take down a missile

resulted in the accidental
downing of Flight 912.

Now, some conspiracy theorists
think the reason the wreckage

was never found is because
the military got to it first

and buried the discovery.

Well, we know that's not true,

because the plane was
discovered three days ago

by a private research group.

Sure. The plane was.

Hear me out. Is it possible

the military sent someone down

to retrieve incriminating
evidence before the wreckage

was brought to the surface?

I don't know.

You look different, Jerry.

Ah! You shaved your beard.

Look, hey, no. Come on.

Listen, Jay Kahale was former Navy.

Maybe the military
went off-books for this.

All right, outsourced the job
to someone who would

- provide plausible deniability.
- No!

I cannot wrap my head
around the United Stated Navy

engaging in a coverup
just to bury the cause

of some airplane that went down, what,

like, 30 years ago? Uh-uh.

Hey, Joons, you're on
speakerphone with everybody.

What's up?

So I dumped Kahale's phone
and was able to track down

several divers he had
been in contact with

over the last few days.

Uh, one of them told me that Kahale

had contacted him about a job.

Apparently, he has a client
who was willing to pay

a lot of money for them
to recover something

off of a wreck, no questions asked.

Did Kahale say what it was

they were supposed to recover?

My guy asked,

and when Kahale wouldn't tell him,

he passed on the job.

But he was offered 30
grand for one day's work,

so it's got to be
something pretty valuable.

That's a lot of money,
but he was smart to turn that job down.

It sounds sketchy as hell.

But someone did take Kahale's offer.

Someone who did the math and figured out

they'd be better off cutting him
out of the deal entirely.

Yeah. So they murder Kahale, and
then reach out to his contact

to renegotiate the deal.

That could explain why
Kahale's phone was turned on

a couple hours after
his confirmed T.O.D.

The killer would have
needed that number.

Guys, there's something else.

Apparently, Kahale was
very clear that he needed

a diver who specialized
in underwater welding.

There's one obvious reason

Kahale would need a
diver with welding skills.

To find the black box.

It's definitely one way to ensure that

the cause of the crash
was never discovered.

Still think that
theory is so, uh, crazy?

What are the odds these guys are
just off for a weekend getaway?

They don't look like weekend bags to me.

Adam, what you got?

Oh, straight to the point. I like that.

I ran the photos you sent over.

Facial rec got a hit on the
guy Cullen was meeting with.

I just e-mailed you his jacket.

Why am I not surprised he has one?

Sam Bishop.

Boy, he's really racked
'em up, hasn't he?

"Criminal trespassing,
aggravated assault,

attempted murder."

Well, based on his résumé,
I'm guessing Cullen didn't

hire him because of his
proficiency in Excel.

Appreciate your help
with this one, Adam.

How's your case going?

It's a weird one, for sure.

Started with a dead diver,
now it seems his murder

might be tied to the
coverup of a plane crash

from the '80s.

Looks like you picked a good day

to be out of the office.

Good luck with that, buddy.

Hey, listen, thanks
again. Keep us posted,

- all right?
- Anytime.

So Cullen, who's already
tried to murder you once,

responds to being provoked

by reaching out to this peach

with attempted murder in his jacket.

Who then proceeds to pick
up four scary-looking dudes

with gear bags.

Just a wild stab here,

but if I had to guess, I'd say that

their next stop is gonna be your place,

because they're going
to go there to kill you.

Let's see if you're right about that.

Wow, Mr. Pollock, you
look surprisingly normal.

Where's your little tinfoil hat?

Come on, I feel like when you decide

to be Internet famous in
online conspiracy theory forums,

you're kind of setting
yourself up for that joke.

Just level with us...
Do you really think that

some kind of mischief
went on, on Flight 912?

Or did you just get so bored and rich

after you sold your
cyber security company

that you ran out of
stuff to spend money on?

How much did it cost to bankroll

five failed attempts
to uncover the wreckage?

In terms of your self-respect, I mean.

Okay, I'm guilty.

Of being a rich guy, a free thinker,

and having an interest
in finding a plane wreck

that I couldn't.

Last I checked, there
was no mandatory minimum

for any of that.

This...

being stuck in a windowless
cell without being Mirandized

or told what I'm being charged with,

that just sounds like more evidence

of deep state, if you ask me.

Is that right?

Well, we got evidence,
too. Show him the thing.

They can deny it all day,
but, friends, I have sources

who know for a fact that the military

is still actively
searching for Flight 912.

And we better find it before they do.

Because if they get to it
first, you can guarantee

that we will never learn
why that plane crashed.

You didn't just have an interest in 912.

You believed that the
military was behind it

and that they were
gonna step in and destroy

any incriminating
evidence once the plane

was dredged up. So, what do you do?

You hire a local diver

to go down and get the
black box from the plane,

while it's still at
the bottom of the ocean.

Problem is, your diver
never came back up.

Because the welder he hired
to go with him decided to put

a bullet in the back of his head,

courtesy of some kind of
shark gun or some such thing.

And then just left him to rot
at the bottom of the ocean.

All right. Gonna guess by
your creepy blank expression

that none of this is news to you.

Maybe you already have the black
box from the killer. Who knows?

But accessory to commit murder?

That definitely has a mandatory minimum.

You want some help with that?

Give us a name.

Wow.

And I've been told I have
an active imagination.

I'll admit that I
chartered a plane to Oahu

the minute I heard that
that wreck had been found.

I didn't have anything to do with

killing any diver or
stealing any black box.

I'm not surprised by any of it.

The truth is, there are
way bigger wackos out there

when it comes to this stuff.

Okay. So, to be clear, you're not...

you're not disputing that you're crazy.

You're telling us that there are

much crazier people out there

that we should be
pursuing rather than you.

- Yes.
- Well, anybody come to mind?

Delphi Son.

That ain't a name.

I don't know his real name, but this guy

is basically the godfather

of Flight 912 conspiracy theories.

He posts under dozens
of different user-names

across all the sites, promoting

often contradictory conspiracy theories.

This guy is even more responsible

for 912 hype than I am.

Okay.

Hey.

What are you gonna do?

Deep-state stuff, man.

Just sit tight.

Check for any communication
he may have had with Kahale.

And while you're at it,
check into this Delphi Son,

- whoever that is.
- Copy that.

Come on.

Maybe they're digging
your grave in advance.

That'd be considerate of them.

No, my guess is they're
moving something.

Probably a body.

That is a lot of money.

That's the kind of money
Cullen isn't gonna be leaving behind

if he's thinking about disappearing.

They're on the move.

Hey, what's the good word, kiddo?

Well, you know Kahale's
burned-out boat?

CSU found a few pieces of
gear that survived the blaze.

Specifically, some
fire-retardant gloves

and a Kevlar apron.

Oh, that has to belong to a welder.

Yeah. Lab are running
DNAs tests as we speak,

so hopefully we can get a hit.

All right, how about you?

You find anything to link
that kook Pollock to our Vic?

Unfortunately, no.

I dumped his phone and his laptop,

and there's really nothing
here that would indicate

that he and Kahale
were in communication.

- So he was telling the truth?
- Yeah, it looks like it.

But he was right about
that Delphi Son person.

Whoever they are,

they generate about 80% of the posts

on these conspiracy
forums about Flight 912.

So, who stands to benefit from him

keeping that plane
crash on people's minds?

I don't know. But I think
we might be getting an I.D.

HPD's Cyber unit is
tracking the IP address

that Delphi Son was using.

With a VPN, it makes
the user hard to find,

but it's not impossible.

I think a guy walking that fast

must have something important to say.

Actually, yeah.

The plane wreckage was finally recovered

a few hours ago, and get this:

turns out the black
box was still on board.

Get out.

Are you sure?

NTSB just received it
from the salvage company.

They're analyzing it as we speak.

If our Vic was not going

down there to get the black box, then...

Then what was he doing down there?

I don't know, but they
started processing the wreck,

and it appears a welding gun
was used to remove several seats

from the first-class cabin.

Well, that's it.

One of the first-class
passengers must have

hidden something beneath their seat.

Yeah. Something worth killing for.

That's not good.

Bishop must have made us back there.

Yeah, and made sure
we couldn't follow him

to wherever he's taking the cash.

So, there were 24 passengers
seated in the first-class cabin.

One of them was carrying
the item or items

- Kahale was hired to retrieve.
- All right, folks,

these people died over 30 years ago.

We've got names, we've
got old addresses,

employee records and not much else.

- Gonna have to dig deep.
- Deep like...

oh, I don't know, bottom of the ocean?

See what I did there?

Nailed it.

Okay, great. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Tow truck's on the way.

You sure you don't want to
just drive back on the rims?

My blood sugar's low.

Oh, I got some beef jerky
in the truck. You want it?

I'd rather eat my own fingers.

What do you got against beef jerky?

Nothing. Except that it's meat

trying to do a plywood impression.

Oh, good news.

HPD still has eyes on Cullen,

but Bishop has not shown
up with the money yet.

Any chance these guys are
gonna double-cross their boss?

I don't know. I mean, it's possible.

Good news is, at some
point, that money and Cullen

are gonna be in the same place,
and we're gonna be right there.

So... any ideas on how
we can kill some time

while we're waiting for the tow truck?

Wow. That sounded so
different in my head.

It did?

- Yeah.
- What was in your head?

- Play tic-tac-toe.
- Tic-tac...

- Yeah. - You're thinking
about playing tic-tac-toe?

- I was.
- Yeah. I don't want to play tic-tac-toe.

Okay. Well, uh... 20 questions?

- Sure. You go first.
- Okay. Oh, yeah.

I'm thinking about a thing.

- A croissant.
- Oh, damn you, Commander.

So I dug through all my
passengers, and I got nothing.

Yeah, me, too. I
thought I had a guy, 3C,

but turns out he just shared
a name with a murder suspect

from a homicide in Boston back in '81.

Guys, we struck out.

Please tell us you got something.

So, I heard back from HPD Cyber.

Our conspiracy peddler,

- Delphi Son...
- Yeah?

It's none other than Joe Ennis.

- Our Joe?
- Mm-hmm.

The very same.

Yeah, he's been hyping up

these conspiracies, and
we think we know why.

Turns out the passenger in 4C
was Joe's brother, Ron Ennis.

Was it odd that he
was sitting in first class?

No, but what was odd

was his travel itinerary.

According to flight records,

Ron Ennis was in New York
for less than 24 hours.

Barely enough time for
dinner and a Broadway show.

But it was enough time
for him to pull off this.

"Dizzy New Heist: Socialite
Murdered in Jewel Robbery

on 49th Floor."

The victim was Hannah Carlisle,

heir to a cosmetics fortune.

She was killed when she came home

to find the robber
breaking into her safe.

Thief took her life and $4.1 million

in jewelry.

And by the NYPD starts investigating,

Ron Ennis is already on
a flight back to Honolulu.

Right, but here's the real kicker.

The big international
insurance company that held

Hannah Carlisle's policy...

Joe Ennis worked in
their Honolulu office.

Well, there you go.

See, with that kind
of inside information,

of course he would know
what was inside that safe.

$4.1 million in jewelry.

Back in the '80s? That's
got to be $10 million now.

- Mm-hmm.
- No wonder the guy never stopped

looking for that damn plane.

Yeah, so when the plane
turns up, Joe wastes no time.

He sends a couple divers
down there for 30 grand a pop

to bring up his brother's suitcase.

Except one of them kills the other

and is now shaking down Joe.

Well, it seems like now
everything this guy touches

turns to crap.

And the bodies keep piling up.

We got to find Joe.

Tac One, you are cleared to breach.

Go!

Clear! Clear!

Clear!

All clear. No sign of the suspect.

If you're looking
for a 20 on Joe Ennis,

I got some bad news
for you. He ain't here.

When Tani and Junior went by his office,

he wasn't there, either,
but check this out.

Over the last two days, Joe wired money

into his checking account

from a bunch of different sources.

Half a million dollars total.

Oh. Well, that sounds
like a nice round figure

to pay off an underwater bandit.

Exactly. And he just
withdrew it all in cash.

Well, that must mean that
Joe's already on his way

to meet with the killer, and we
have have no idea where that is.

APB went out wide... still no Joe.

All right, we need to seal
up the ports and the airports.

I'm sure that Joe's
gonna try to leave town

the minute he gets his
hands on that money.

I got news. DNA results
are back on the glove found

- on our vic's boat.
- Any hits?

No, but they were able to
determine that it's female DNA.

Underwater welding is already so niche,

I feel like the number
of women in that field

is a niche within a niche.

You're right. I already checked.

There are four female underwater
welders on all of Oahu,

- and only one of them has worked
with our victim before. - Mm-hmm.

Okay. Name's Sara Brown.

Works underwater demo for

a local outfit near Honolulu Harbor.

Well, given their history,
I'm sure Kahale reached out

to Ms. Brown to partner
with him on this gig.

- Well, that was a mistake.
- Hey, guys, I just got off

with Sara Brown's supervisor.
She took off with one

of their work boats today,
told him it was for a job.

Well, they'll certainly
be disappointed to find out

she's been using company resources

for her little murderous side hustle.

Good news for us is those
boats have GPS trackers,

so right now we have
Brown's current location.

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I suppose I made out better
than Jay Kahale did in all this.

No!

Clear. I'll check the perimeter.

This is Officer Lou Grover

requesting immediate assistance.

We're at Pier 14, right off Nimitz.

Joe, which way did she go?

Hey! Hey! Five-O! Stop!

Stop!

I got her. She's heading
east on the docks.

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I'm okay. I'm okay.

She's the one who needs help.

Breathing's shallow.

You are very much under arrest.

I didn't know they taught

underwater fighting in mermaid school.

- You should see what I can
do when I have my tail. - Mm?

Well, I just got off the
phone from the hospital.

Our pal Joe is headed into surgery

and looks like he's gonna
survive that gut shot.

Hey, just got a call from the NTSB.

They finished their analysis of
the black box from Flight 912.

All right, here we go. Let's have it.

Was it a bird strike?

Pilot error? What?

That's the thing.
According to the NTSB tech,

there's no data in the black box.

You mean it's damaged from
being underwater for so long?

No. I mean, someone wiped it.

What's up?

That call you got earlier,
it was from a woman in Iraq.

Her husband was a police officer

who was killed in Mosul last year.

You traced my phone call?

Which is interesting to me
because I know for a fact

you were stationed there for a time,

training local police
forces. You know, if you're

really that interested,
you could've just asked.

I am asking. This is me
asking. What happened?

Two weeks after we
finished training him,

he was gunned down by
some local insurgents.

We spent months training them,

teaching them everything that we could.

Okay.

I mean, we are talking about

one of the most dangerous
parts of the planet right now.

I-I get the feeling that
no amount of training

would've saved that guy's
life, I'm sorry to say.

I keep in touch with his widow.

It's nearly impossible for her
to make a living over there,

let alone support two kids.

I help out when I can.

So, is it just me,

or are you always this
up in everyone's business?

No, it's just you.

Look, if I'm gonna be
working with somebody,

I like to know as much
as I can about them.

When I first met you, I had this feeling

that you'd be a great
fit for the task force.

You mean when we were

- pointing guns in each other's faces?
- Mm, yes.

I kind of have a gut
instinct on these things.

And, I mean, of course,
you're gonna need

an official discharge, but I figured,

given your recent disciplinary actions,

your C.O. wouldn't have
a problem with that.

So, what do you say, Quinn?

It would be an honor.

Right answer. Welcome aboard.

Hands. Let me see your hands right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh.
Take it easy. Take it easy.

I'm Commander Steve McGarrett
of the Five-O Task Force.

What's going on?

Sergeant Liu, under orders

of the provost marshal
general, you are under arrest.

- Wait, what the hell?
- Wh-What is this?

We have our orders,
Commander. Please, stand down.

Stand down? Hey, Quinn, I
got... Get out of the way. Quinn.

Just don't worry, sit tight, okay?

I'm gonna to the bottom of this.

You better have a damn good reason
for doing what you just did.

CID got an anonymous
tip a few hours ago.

We searched Sergeant Liu's apartment,

found a substantial amount
of currency associated

with a money laundering operation.

Hey! Let me ask you a question.

You thought that stunt was gonna work?

Huh? I made one phone call,
one phone call to the governor.

Quinn's being processed out as we speak.

Let me get something
clear with you right now.

So, listen, you want to do this with me?
You want to dance with me?

I'll do this every
single day of your life.

I'll make your life so miserable,

you'll wish for an
eight-by-ten cell

just to get some peace. All right?

You know, Commander,

you think you got the whole picture.

You have no idea what's going on here.

Is that right?

But you're smart. I'm
sure, at some point,

you'll figure it out.

Yeah, I'm sure I will.