Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Ka Hakaka Maika'i - full transcript

Amidst a wave of robberies with relatives tied up as leverage for the owner to 'cooperate,' restaurant chain owner Griffin's corpse is found tied-up in his pool at home. However he was alone and actually killed before being bound. Danny fatherly breaks the news to crushed bright preteen son Josh, whose custody and management of the firm go to his aunt, Samantha Martell, who left it, perhaps forcibly, to head the Griffin charity, which looks after street children, mainly by offering free gym programs. While the team works out the identity and motive of the fiend, Joe White calls a marker on a lip-reader to clarify father McGarret's investigation, but that leads to a direct confrontation with Wo Fat, who kills again to stop them.

You know it's
bad luck to tape

your own hands,
and you...

you want to wrap it a little
thicker over your knuckles.

Let me help you out
with that right hand.

You know how to do this?

Yeah, did Muay Thai,
little jiujitsu.

Really?

Yeah.

Used to spar
with my ex-boyfriend.

It was kind of fun
until I started beating him.

Oh. Maybe you should be
going out



into that ring instead of me.

It's not too late
to call it off.

It's not gonna look so hot
if your nose is over here.

I'm sorry. Are you...
you paying me a compliment?

Maybe.

Okay, make a fist. Tight.

Okay.

Hey, McGarrett?

Yup.
You're up.

All right.

One more for luck.

All right.
Showtime.

Showtime.

You did try and talk him
out of it, right?



Yeah, I did.

Didn't really work.
Clearly.

Wow.

Oh, not that guy.

Oh, look at this.

This is perfect.

What are you doing?

Getting ready to throw in
the towel before you die.

Mouth guard.

Mouth guard.

You need a helmet,
not a mouth guard.

Get get 'em.

Guys, come here.

Any questions?

Let's go.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x06 ♪
Ka Hakaka Maika'I (The Good Fight)
Original Air Date on October 24, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==



Loco Moco from Rainbow?

Yes, sir.

Hope you brought enough
for everyone.

Special Agent Kensi Blye
from NCIS's

Los Angeles Office,
this is Steve McGarrett.

Nice to meet you, sailor.

- Nice to meet you. NCIS, huh?
- Yup.

You tell Sam
that I haven't forgotten about

that steak dinner I owe him,
but he got to come out here

to collect, okay?

I'd start saving up.
Man can put away the protein.

- Here, you can take this one.
- Thank you.

Oh, nice.

Wow.

Ooh.

What are you doing with that?

I needed help
analyzing the footage.

According to Joe, this meeting
between Governor Jameson,

Wo Fat and your father

was recorded by a surveillance
camera in Governor Jameson's

office over a year ago.

Only you have no idea what he's
saying because the audio sucks.

What she means is,

that the audio file
is unrecoverable.

I flew Agent Blye
in from L.A.

She's an expert lip reader,
and we can trust her.

You sure about that?

Is there something
I should know?

Um, basically, I owe Joe one.

He pulled a few strings

and got me out of a sticky
little situation in Jakarta,

so, uh, yeah, you can trust me.

You weren't supposed
to be in Jakarta.

You weren't supposed
to know I was in Jakarta.

Point taken.

What is this
called again?

Loco Moco. It's a
mixture of rice,

hamburger,
couple fried eggs and gravy.

Mmm. Separate-- delicious.

Together-- heaven.
It's great.

Yeah, it's good. Listen,
have you got anything yet?

Right. Um, so I managed

to decipher some
of the conversation.

They exchanged pleasantries.

And... small talk,
small talk, small talk

until... here.

Your father says something
that gets a reaction.

What did he say?

He says, "I want to
know about Shelburne."

Shelburne?

And then your man Wo Fat
responds by asking,

"Who told you about Shelburne?"

And that's when your father

turns around, and I can't see
what his response is,

but Wo Fat clearly tensed up
at the word "Shelburne."

Shelburne.

That mean anything to you?

No.

Me, neither.
Well, could be

a name of someone,
or a street?

It could be a code
for something.

I don't think so.
I ran it through

Naval Encryption Database
and didn't get anything.

Mokoto led us to this video.

Maybe he knows
what Shelburne is.

I'm sorry.

Who's Mokoto?

Really, guys?

I've got level five
security clearance.

I can run his name
whether you tell me

who he is or not,
so are we gonna do this or what?

Why were you in Jakarta?

Another story, another day.

Anything you tell me about
Mokoto stays between us.

Mokoto hired my father
to investigate Governor Jameson.

Yeah. Danny.

I'll be right there.

I caught a case.
I got to go.

Thanks for the help,
okay? Aloha.

Aloha. Mahalo
for the breakfast.

Something tells me
he's not going to let this go.

No.

Vic was Jake Griffin.

The restaurant guy?

Yeah, one and only.

Five restaurants in Hawaii,
20 on the mainland.

Oh, you got to sell a lot
of misoyaki butterfish

to buy a place like this, huh?

Never would
have pegged you

as a butterfish
type of guy.

No, I'm not.
I'm really not.

My wallet is not, either,
but I weaned Grace off

of fish sticks
onto butterfish,

and now it is her favorite,
so that's good.

It's good.

Yeah. Pool guy found the
body duct-taped to a chair,

single gunshot
wound to the chest.

What we got, Lori?

Body was dumped in the pool.

Unfortunately, chlorinated water

is quite effective
at eliminating trace evidence.

Oh, that's convenient.

Or premeditated.

However, based on

the size of the contact
muzzle burn

and at the entry wound,

I would hazard a preliminary
guess that the victim

was shot with a .38 caliber
handgun at point-blank range.

HPD turn up a
murder weapon yet?

Not yet. They're inside
processing.

It looks like a
robbery gone bad.

How you think
this went down, Lori?

Well, usually,
the most dangerous time

in an encounter like this is
before the victim's restrained,

'cause usually
that's when a struggle

can happen, but what bothers me
about this is,

Jake was already
duct-taped to the chair.

All right,
so he poses no threat,

he can't fight back.

So, why shoot him?

Yeah.

Several Reuben Tam
paintings taken.

Jewelry, silverware,
electronics.

Okay, so,

these thieves definitely
knew what they were after.

Yeah, HPD says

there were other home invasions
in Honolulu this week.

- Same M.O.?
- Yeah.

Minus the dead guy
in the pool.

All right, let's call HPD,

let's make sure we know
everything there is to know

about these other
home invasion cases.

Yeah.

Our victim--
he have a family?

He's divorced.

Wife's on the mainland.

They got one kid.

Josh, 14.
Lives here.

Lives here, huh?
It's 3:15.

Yeah. So?

School let out
15 minutes ago.

Hey, Danny, where you going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Josh.

Hey, buddy.

What's going on?

Why are all these police
at my house?

Son, I'm a detective.

My name's Danny Williams.

Where's my dad?

Come here.

Where's Josh?

I need to see my nephew.

You Jake's sister?
Yes.

- I'm Samantha.
- Is Josh okay?

He's fine. He's with
one of our detectives.

There's
someone here

to see you, buddy.

Josh.

Oh, God.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna
be okay.

Kid makes the
lacrosse team today.

He can't wait to come
home and tell his pop.

Danny, we're gonna find
the people who did this.

All right, these other two
home invasions-- what do we got?

Well, both took place
within the last five days

in the same
upscale neighborhoods,

both with the same M.O.

Four masked gunmen were waiting
for the families

inside their homes.

No signs of forced entry.

These guys duct-taped
the men to chairs

and beat them in front
of their wives and children

until they gave up the location
of their valuables-- unreal.

Right, but Jake Griffin
was alone, right?

Josh had not come
home from school yet.

Mm-hmm, maybe that's why
the situation escalated.

I mean, they had
no leverage.

Maybe that's why
Jake fought back.

Yeah, maybe, but why were
these people targeted

in the first place?

What's the link?
There has to be a link.

Well, typically
home invaders have been

inside their victims' homes
prior to the attack.

They use that opportunity to
assess their victims' assets.

All right, so then we
cross-check maids, contractors,

deliveries-- anyone with access
to their homes.

Yes, start with that.

We'll talk to the victims,

see if they remember anything
they forgot in the statements.

We already told
the other detectives,

we don't remember anything.

Okay, sometimes
being back

in a specific environment
that you were at

just prior to a trauma
can trigger a memory.

The only thing that you
and the other victims

have in common was that
you all ate at high-end

Waikiki restaurants
in the days

leading up to
the attacks.

Restaurants that you frequent
at least once a week.

Look, we want to help,
we do, but

I was duct-taped to a chair
and had a gun put to my head

in front of my wife
and kids.

I don't remember
much beyond that.

Understand.

My kids thought
they were going to die.

When a violation of
this kind takes place,

the experience can be
extremely traumatic.

It'll take some time,
but you will get past it.

Try and think back

to when you were arriving
or when you were leaving.

Do you remember
anybody bumping into you?

Ask you for directions,
use your phone?

No, nothing
like that.

Did your purse ever
leave your side?

No, I always keep it
on the table so I can see it.

What about your car?

What, what about it?

Where'd you park?

Uh, down the street.

No, you didn't.

Remember, honey,

we were running late
and you valeted.

No, I parked...

Wait, um,
you're right.

I gave my car to the valet.

Do you keep your house keys
on the same key chain?

I do.

Why do you ask?

We'll be in touch, but call us
if you remember anything.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's up?

Danny, is there
a valet stand

out the front
of that restaurant?

Yes, there is.

Very bright orange and yellow
sign-- Kokua Valet.

Let me guess-- you, too.

Yeah, I think
we just found

our link.

Kokua Valet-- they serviced
all the restaurants

where the vics ate,
including Jake Griffin's place.

Yeah, the company has got
20 freelance employees

on the payroll, but get this--

four specific employees
all worked together the nights

the victims were
at the restaurants.

Let me guess,
all four of 'em were off

the days
that the invasions took place.

You got it.

Any of these four
got a record?

Yeah, one.

Oh, Dave Lockhart,

proud owner of a string of
petty theft and robbery charges.

This guy working tonight?

Nope, and neither
are the others.

Dave Lockhart.

Five-O.
Open up.

Clear right.

Clear left.
Room clear.

Last room clear.

Nobody's home.

They could be
on the prowl.

Find something?

Yeah, looks like these guys are
taking impressions of the keys

on the job, then they come
back here, they make copies.

I got molds,
I got some kind of polymer gel.

All right,
I give you ten to one,

we check the victim's locks,

we find trace evidence
of this stuff.

What do you got, Chin?

Surveillance pictures.

Looks like our suspects
cased all the houses

before they hit 'em.

All right, I know that one.

That's the Laskos',
there's Doroughty's.

I do not recognize
this one. You?

No.

Could be there right now.

I'll get a picture.

Sun's to the east.

Looks like Aina Haina.

Yeah, Kono, listen, Chin sending
you through a photo.

Find that house
for us right away.

We think
they could be hitting it.

Just let my family go, I'll
give you whatever you want.

Shut up.

Don't hurt him, please.

Shut up.
No, stop.

I'll give you whatever you want.
I said shut up.

Where's the safe?
Huh?

Don't make me ask you again.

How many guys are
we looking at here?

Looks like we got
three home invaders,

no sign of the fourth.

Hostage count is four.

Two adults, two children.

- Looks like they're already restrained.
- Laser mic is online.

Tell me where it is
or you're all going to die.

In the office behind the plasma.

We got to breach

and we got to breach right now.
Okay, Chin,

Lori, you guys
take the rear.

You two, you're on me.

All right, come on.

Down.

Go, go.
Turn around.

Clear left.

I said turn around.

Room clear.

Let's see your hands.

Room clear.

Hands, hands, hands.

Turn around and
back up to me.

Clear.

It's gonna be all right.

Is there anybody else
in the house?

Hey! Chin, Lori, number four's
coming to you right now.

Five-O!
Don't move!

Freeze, freeze!

Nice work.

How many times I got
to tell you, I didn't kill Jake?

What are you doing?

Why are you, uh-- are you
covering for your crew, huh?

I mean, you know there is
no honor amongst thieves.

Eventually they
will rat on you,

so why don't you just
beat 'em to the punch?

Hey.
Hey.

You didn't miss anything--
this guy's

vocabulary
does not stray

too far
from the word "lawyer."

Oh.

So what happened?

Jake connect the dots,
figure out

you were making copies
of his customers' keys

and then hitting
their homes?

Lawyer.

See what I mean?

'Cause, you see,
this wasn't a random score.

Jake was on to you,
wasn't he?

Lawyer.

You go to his hale, ask him
not to talk to the cops,

and then everything goes
out the door.

You crazy?

I never even met the man.

What do you mean you
never met the guy?

You were a valet driver
at one of his restaurants.

What, do I look like an idiot?
That doesn't make any sense.

No, man, the guy's just
a name on a T-shirt.

His sister's the one that
ran the whole operation,

at least until he
kicked her to the curb.

He fired her, why?

How the hell would I know? I
told you, I never met the man.

Look, you think
we hit his house?

Go through our stash.

You won't find a damn thing
from Jake Griffin's place.

By the way, lawyer.

I called

because my findings
were highly unusual

and I thought
they may be

pertinent
to your investigation.

Great, because we have
a suspect in custody

who swears he didn't
murder Jake Griffin.

Oh, how is your sense
of smell, Agent Weston?

Excuse me?

I detect a hint
of strawberry and lavender,

perhaps even
some fresh coconut.

Body wash or shampoo?

Max, you're
creeping me out.

Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying
to be forward, Agent Weston.

I was merely trying
to prove a point.

Sometimes our olfactory senses
are our best forensic tools.

Okay, olfactory senses.

What are you
trying to say?

You didn't happen
to notice a faint odor

of Australian tea tree oil
on your suspect, did you?

I try not to smell
the suspects, Max. Why?

Well, it is just
one of several

atypical findings
in this case.

When I swabbed the duct tape
that bound your victim,

I was able
to recover some traces

of Australian
tea tree oil

and eucalyptus oil

that was preserved
on the adhesive side

of the duct tape.

As you can see,

Mr. Griffin
suffered no trauma

or subdermal bruising
of the wrists.

So our vic didn't put up a
fight when he was restrained.

And I believe
I know why.

I found high-velocity
blood spatter

under the duct tape,

which would suggest
that Jake Griffin was dead

before he was taped
to the chair.

Doesn't make any sense--
I mean, why shoot him

and then tape him to a chair?

So it turns out that our vic's
sister, Samantha Martel,

was dropped from
the Griffin Enterprises payroll

a few months ago.

What, was she fired?

Nothing in the record
that states that.

When I reached out
to the company,

the party line was that
Samantha left on her own

to work at Jake's
charitable foundation.

And what, is that legit

or is the foundation just
code for tax shelter?

No, n-no, Griffin did a lot of
good work for the community.

I mean, the guy opened gyms
all over the island

to keep kids off the street.
Noble

but not as profitable.

So I just spoke
to Griffin's attorney.

Um, it turns out his entire
estate and all his restaurants

fall to his
son Josh

but only after he turns 25.

And until then, I bet
I can guess who's in control.

The sister Samantha.

Yeah, looks like
she maybe shot her way

back into
the restaurant business.

Excuse me.

Joe.

It's set.

We're meeting Mokoto
tomorrow afternoon, his place,

1600 hours.

Okay, I'll be there.

Hey, uh,
is Kensi still with you?

No, I dropped her off

at the airport an hour ago.
Why?

Oh, I was just wondering.

I mean, you guys seemed
to have, uh,

you seemed to have quite a past.

Steve, she's young enough
to be my daughter.

You know something, Joe?

She kind of reminds me
of wife number two.

Tall, dark, lethal.

Seems to be your type.

Sorry, you're breaking up.

♪ ♪

Is that any way to welcome a
houseguest, Commander White?

You must admit that with the
lack of suitable hiding places

in this apartment,

you set the odds
firmly in my favor.

What do you want?

I want to know
why you are asking questions

about men that are
no longer with us.

I'll stop asking
those questions

when you tell me
about Shelburne.

What does it mean?

You've done more work than
I could have imagined, old man.

Would you do me one favor?

What's that?

Tell John McGarrett that his son
will be along soon enough.

How's Josh?

He's going to need
some time to heal,

but he's a
strong boy.

A lot like
his father.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.
Thank you.

Has there been any
progress in the case?

As a matter of fact,
there has, yeah.

That's why we're here.

Mrs. Martel, uh,
where were you

at the time of
your brother's murder?

I was working at Jake's
charitable foundation all day,

until the police
called. Why?

You used to, uh, used to run

a couple of restaurants
for Jake, right?

Well, yeah, but what does that
have to do with anything?

Well, I was just wondering
if there were any hard feelings

when your brother fired you.

What?

No, he didn't
fire me, I quit.

Really?

Why would you do that?

I mean, just change careers
out of the blue.

Okay, look, you
don't understand.

I have always loved
that foundation,

working with
those kids.

When a position
opened up,

Jake offered me
a job full-time.

I don't have anything to do
with the restaurants anymore.

Yeah, that was
true yesterday,

but now that Jake's passed,
you're in control.

What-- no, that's--
Jake's will?

That's about
taking care of Josh.

Look, I don't care
what you think.

I did not kill my brother.

Okay.

Gonna have to ask you, uh,
Mrs. Martel, do you own a gun?

Well, I mean,
it's not really mine.

Uh, Jake had a gun.

Well, you see,

there was nothing registered

in either of your names, ma'am.

Well, no, it wouldn't
have been registered.

Jake found out that one of
the guys that he was helping

with his charity got ahold
of a gun, and he took it away.

Where's the gun now?

Hands up. Hands up.

Jake wanted
to build a place

where underprivileged kids
could come and be safe.

All of these kids can
come and train for free.

Hey, Mrs. Martel.

Just need you to sign
a couple things.

What, you in the market
for some cleaning products?

Fighters use these
to wipe down after they train.

Uh, kills ringworm,
staph, MRSA.

Hey, look what
they're made from.

Australian tea tree oil
and eucalyptus oil.

Those are the same
oils that Max found

on the duct tape he
pulled off our vic.

Yeah. We're good.

All right, good job.

Jake's gun's right in there.

Honey, is everything all right?

They need the gun.

For what?

They think that I killed Jake.

What?

Mr. Martel, I'm going to ask you
to just step back, all right?

Come on, brah, that's my wife
you're talking about.

You don't actually think she
killed her own brother, do you?

No gun.

What-What do you mean?
It's got to be there.

Well, it's not.

When was the last
time you saw it?

I don't know,
maybe a couple weeks ago.

Hey, it's all right.

You didn't do anything wrong.

All right?

Okay, um, who else knew
about this gun, besides you two?

Just Jake and I.

Well, and Boriero.

Who's Boriero?

One of the fighters
who trains here.

That's the kid I mentioned.

Jake took the
gun off of him,

said that if he
wanted to train here,

he had to stay
out of trouble.

That was one of Jake's
only rules about this place.

Okay, fine. Where's he at?
Is Boriero here?

No, he hasn't trained here
for a few weeks.

Why is that?

He left after an argument with
my brother about going pro,

said that he wanted
a sponsorship.

But Jake said that the
foundation wasn't about that.

All right.

You know where Boriero lives?

Vitor Boriero.

He went away in 2009 for taking
part in an armed robbery.

He strong-armed the owner
of a Kapiolani beer joint

and then cleaned
out the safe.

This guy sounds like
a complete gentleman.

Guy drives an '82 Jeep

CJ-7, black.

It should give you
heads up if he's home.

Am I driving?
Of course I'm driving.

All right, thanks.

Oh, and one more thing.
Word to the wise:

Boriero's trained.

I would not engage him
hand-to-hand.

That's not going to happen.

I like my gun.

There's the Jeep.

Looks like he's home.

Doesn't look like Boriero's
worried about theft.

That's one of the benefits
of being built like King Kong.

Not gonna believe this.

What do you got?

He's obviously not very bright.

Plain sight.

We have a beautiful .38 caliber.

Same caliber
as the murder weapon.

Hey!
Hey.

What you guys doing?

Boriero, Five-O.

Show me your hands right
now. Get on the ground.

On the ground. Hey!

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no!
Come on!

♪ ♪

Door, door!

♪ ♪

My shoulder, my shoulder!

My shoulder!
Huh?

I was supposed
to fight tomorrow, man.

Yeah, plenty of chances to fight
where you're going, Boriero.

You're going away,
you understand?

Going away for what?

We found Jake's
murder weapon in your Jeep.

You know that gun ain't mine.
You planted it.

You good?

Yeah.

Yeah?

"Do not engage in hand-to-hand."

Do you remember that?

I must've forgot.

Must've forgot it. Okay.

Hey, tell me something.

What?

When did Max say
the time of death was?

Uh, between
9:00 and 10:00 a.m. Why?

'Cause this guy didn't do it.

According to this, you were in
the hospital yesterday morning.

Yeah.

I was sparring the night before,
took a head punch.

Figured I should
get that checked out.

All right, well, I hope
that the head punch

didn't mess with your
memory too much,

because we got some questions
we want to ask you.

You really think I killed Jake?

How do we know this isn't
just a stab at an alibi?

I might be able
to fake a wristband,

but you can't fake a CT scan.

Call the hospital.

Oh, we got somebody doing that.

In the meantime,
why don't you tell us how

the gun that killed Jake Griffin
ended up in your jeep?

Jeep's wide open.

Anyone could have planted that.

Why would someone do that?

Why would I shoot Jake?

Without that gym, I'd
still be on the streets.

I don't know.

Old habits die hard.

Jake called me a loser
to my face.

Not many men have the stones
to say that to me,

but he was right,
and I respected him for it.

I believe that. You did
respect him, up until the point

where he wouldn't
give you a sponsorship.

You got it all wrong.

Lot of money
in MMA these days.

I mean, you turn pro, you get
a couple of pay-per-view fights.

We're talking
about a lot of money.

It's a lot of money, but Jake
was not interested in that.

Right? He didn't want his
charity to turn into a business.

You guys fought over it,
and when it did not

go your way, you shot him.

That's crazy!

Look, did I want to go pro?

Sure. Who wouldn't?

But I turned down
Marshall's offer,

but he wouldn't let it go.

Oh, Marshall?

Jake's brother-in-law-- what
does he have to do with this?

He said he'd train me,
manage me, the whole shot.

Even asked me if I could recruit
a couple of the other guys, too.

How much commission
was he asking for?

20%.

20%. When was the
last time you saw him?

He came by yesterday
to break the news about Jake.

Said he didn't want me
to hear it

on TV.

Was your jeep parked in
front when he came by?

Yeah. Always in the same spot.

All right, so I looked
into Marshall Martel

like you asked, and I found
something very interesting.

According to his
credit card statement,

yesterday morning,
he spent $84

at a hardware
store five blocks

from the crime scene.
Check out what he bought.

Duct tape and cleaning supplies.

Check out the time stamp.

10:17.

That's right around TOD.

One, two. One, two, three.

One. One.

One, two.

Hey!

Marshall!

Hang on. Just
finishing up.

No, you're all finished.
Come on, you're done.

Do five.

What are you talking about?

Talking about the fact
that you killed Jake Griffin.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah.

Then you went
to the hardware store

to cover up the crime,
which is a good indication

to me that you weren't
planning on killing him.

Right, but when you did,
you wanted the cops

to be looking the other way,

so, you covered it up
and made it look like

one of those home invasion
crimes you saw on the news.

What's going on?

Hands behind your back.
Come on.

Marshall, why are
they arresting you?

Marshall, say something.

Samantha,
I'm sorry about this.

Marshall, say something!

Marshall?!

It was an accident.

I was just trying
to scare him.

What? He was my brother.

He had all the money
in the world.

And all I wanted was a
little something for us.

Something so that
we wouldn't have to come to him

with hat in hand anymore,
but he just wouldn't listen.

So, what, you killed him?

We were arguing, he went for
the gun, it went off, and I...

I panicked.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh!

Excuse me.

Oh, yeah.

Pardon me, wahine.
Excuse me, brother. Pardon me.

Sure, make sure everybody
gets some, brah. Yeah.

Kona.
Oh.

Oh, good seats, huh?

Oh, yeah.

That is, um, a lot of popcorn,
even for you, Kamekona.

Oh, give me
some kakimochi.

Air-popped.
Healthy kind, sistah.

You guys hungry?

Don't mind if I do.

Oh, easy, brah!

No more refills

over here.

I know this is for charity,
but this is crazy.

Right? Even
for McGarrett.

So, his opponent...

It says in his statistics here

that he's 21 and eight,
with 13 TKO's.

What's a TKO?

It means that 13 of his
opponents were unable

to continue fighting him.

Oh, so that's a good thing then?

Not for McGarrett.

Okay, listen.

Listen, the mantra is,
"This is all for charity."

Okay, so you have to say it.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

Yo, McGarrett?

Thanks for taking my spot
on the card.

Jake

wouldn't want the fans
cheated out of a fight.

It's all for the kids, brah.

I'll try to put on
a good show for you.

Besides, I'm the one who
dislocated your shoulder.

Yeah, I didn't forget.

Hit 'em hard, bro.

Excuse me, Miss.

Yeah, thanks. All right.

And now, for our main event,

MMA legend
Chuck "The Iceman" Liddell

takes on hometown hero
Steve McGarrett

in an exhibition charity match.

Okay, that's your cue and
your last chance to back out.

Would you...?

It's your funeral.

♪ ♪

Okay, stay down!

Let's go home. Can we
go home? Stay down.

It's charity.
Don't get up.

Stay down.

Go! Yes! Come on!

Come on.

Oh.

Oh, you the man.

I didn't know an arm could
bend that far back, brah.

Actually, the
rotator cuff

has an amazing range
of mobility.

You want me

to get you a steak for that eye?

Right? Who knew charity
hurt so much?

Boss, when you got back up,
and went after that guy,

it was pure...

Pure imua, brah!

That means pure

stupidity, and we're
all in agreement.

What you got going on
with that hand there, Danno?

I figured while
you're at it,

bring it.

Allright, get the chairs
outta the way, let's go.

My money's on the SEAL.

I'll take that action,
Danny's one scrappah.

Joe.

What happened to you?

Where's Mokoto?

He's dead.

Dead? What happened?

I got here.

Door was open, his
body's in the study.

Looks like he
was tortured.

What?!

Who would torture an old man
in a wheelchair?

Wo Fat.

I don't understand.

Why-Why would he come here?

How did he know about Mokoto?

Wo Fat paid me a visit
last night.

What are you talking about?

Got the jump on me,
and then he disappeared.

Did you tell him about Mokoto?

No... but he must have known.

Okay.

Wo Fat's either cleaning house,

or he's looking
for answers, right?

We did this.

What?

Our questions got Mokoto killed.

No, Joe.

Wo Fat started this.

But I plan to finish it.

You continue to go
down this road, son,

you got to ask yourself,

how many more lives
is that gonna cost?

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