Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Lapa'au - full transcript
A young, particularly nosy female customs and immigration officer's corpse in found in an airplane that crashed in the sea, but she died earlier from blowfish poison. Danny, who still hasn't found a decent apartment, temporarily adopts her loyal dog, especially to Steve's dismay. Her supervisor Jeff Morrison, whom she failed to inform timely, helps the team retrace her recent investigations, which concerned diverse matters, like animal (part) smuggling and sweatshops.
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Yo! What are you waiting for?
There's a plane!
Look out!
Plane behind you!
Look out! A plane!
Look out! Look out!
Take cover!
Don't be afraid, my friend.
I can't.
You know, buddy,
I got to tell you,
I'd be way more impressed
with your ninja skills
if A) the door was locked,
and B) you didn't call
and get the room number.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.
Next time, I'll come
through the window, okay?
Oh, wait a minute.
There are no windows.
Do me a favor, please.
Okay, this is
obviously temporary
until I find something
different,
and more importantly than that,
this place isn't haunted.
Not haunted?
You run a blue light
over this apartment,
the last thing
you're gonna be worried about
is ghosts, my friend.
You what I'm saying?
Mmm.
What are we watching?
Enemy Mine?
Mm-hmm.
That's awesome.
I feel like
I'm in a time machine.
Like a tiny, little, really
badly-decorated time machine.
Okay.
I like this movie.
Okay?
I think it's a classic.
You have to pause...
Buh-buh.
If you're gonna be here,
I'm gonna have to ask
you to sit quietly
and give this cinematic
masterpiece
Thank you.
Oh.
That's disgusting.
You okay?
Huh?
I mean, you want a tissue
or something?
What's the matter?
Nothing's the matter.
You weren't moved by that
little moment right
there, that scene?
Evidently not as much as you.
Oh, well, I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm sorry that I got
drawn in to a beautiful film
about sacrifice and friendship.
I apologize. The dude just gave birth.
He's an alien, okay?
They got different
plumbing on this planet.
Okay, I don't know.
They're all hermaphrodites or whatever.
I just didn't understand
why you were crying, okay?
It's kind of like... I
mean... I'm not... Did I cry?
You know what? Forget it.
Forget it. Forget it.
Forget it. You don't
know what it's like
to be a father,
you don't understand.
You know what I could do?
I'll find a cartoon.
Okay, speaking of cartoons,
are you planning
on bringing Gracie here?
Because if you are,
as a law enforcement official,
I'm required
to call the Department
of Child Protective Services.
Oh, you think you're funny.
I'm gonna give it
a medium. It's okay.
A cultureless...
Shh. McGarrett.
...animal.
Yeah, we're on the way.
Put your shoes on.
The victim's name is
Monica Jennsen, 28.
She was an ICE agent.
Body was brought ashore
by the Coast Guard.
This is Special Agent in Charge,
Jeff Morrison, her supervisor.
How you doing? Wish we would have
met under better circumstances.
Lori's told me a lot
about you guys and your team.
Oh, so you guys
know each other?
We worked together
on a federal task force
a few years ago.
We're really sorry
to hear you lost an agent.
I appreciate that.
What makes you guys think
that this was anything more
than mechanical problems
with the plane?
Initially, I did think that,
but then I got on scene,
and they said
the medical examiner
has concerns
about possible foul play.
Max is with the body
at the end of the pier.
Okay. And now
she was the only one on board?
Yeah, just her. The
surfers that pulled her
from the plane are pretty
positive about that.
None of this makes any sense.
She wasn't even
scheduled to fly today.
What kind of case
was Jennsen working on lately?
Mostly routine stuff.
Comparing shipping numbers
and cargo weights
to customs manifest.
And if she came
across something unusual,
she was supposed to loop me in.
You think maybe she got
in over her head this time?
Maybe. She was a quick study,
eager to impress,
but she was definitely green.
What about her red book?
Can we see that?
Yeah, I can get that
out of her office.
Wait, wait, wait.
What's a red book?
It's an investigator's
day-to-day diary.
They turn it into their
supervisor at the end of
the week so we know exactly
what they've been working on.
All right, we're definitely
gonna need that,
plus, any active case files.
Absolutely.
Whatever you guys need.
All right, great. Thanks.
Hey.
We know anything yet?
All I can give you right now are
my preliminary observations.
However, it's exactly
those observations
that give me reason for concern.
As you can see, the victim
show signs of swelling
around the tongue
and tenseness
around the throat muscles.
There's no bruising
from the impact,
or water in the lungs,
which leads me to believe
that she was dead
before the impact.
And I'm thinking COD
was most likely poisoning.
And what about TOD?
Well, based on
liver temperature,
I'd say at least
eight hours ago.
What kind of plane was she in?
A Cessna 177 Cardinal.
177?
You sure about that?
Positive. Why?
Because the Cessna
177's fuel tank
gives it a maximum flight time
of just over four hours.
So she couldn't have
been flying the plane.
That's right.
Agent Jennsen was dead
long before that plane
even took off.
Jeff?
Jeff?
Yeah, I looked, um...
looked everywhere,
and her... her, um...
her red book's not in here.
Maybe she took it home with her.
Yeah. Maybe.
Listen, I'm sorry.
It's, um...
It's always tough losing someone
you work with.
Yeah.
Monica reminded me a lot of you.
Hardworking, motivated,
stubborn.
All in the best possible way,
of course.
Of course.
She did not deserve
to die like this.
I know.
We're going to find
who did this, I promise.
I want to help.
So, I've been scanning
through Jennsen's case file.
It's just like Morrison said.
It's all lightweight stuff.
Tracking shipping containers,
verifying way bills.
So what got her killed?
What about the
plane's recovery?
The NTSB investigative team
isn't due
to arrive on site
until later today.
All right, well, listen.
Speed that up, okay?
We need to find out what's
on that flight recorder.
Roger that. Hey. Did you
get Jennsen's red book?
Not yet.
It wasn't in her office.
I'm gonna try her home.
Danny and I will meet you there.
Okay.
Okay.
Whoa.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Yeah, you got good taste
in humans, huh?
What are you doing?
He's waiting for Agent
Jennsen to come home.
All right,
Danny, take the kitchen,
we'll take the living room.
Let's find that red book.
I've got signs of forced
entry through the back window.
Can you believe this?
Somebody tried to drug
the dog. I'd like
to kill them.
Geez. Doesn't look like
the place was tossed.
Well, maybe they knew exactly
what they were coming for.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take a look at this.
These are surveillance photos.
Maybe it's a case
she was working on.
Yeah. I mean,
definitely a fresh case.
Look at the date stamp.
It's two days ago.
Guys, I found the red book.
That's weird.
Last few pages are torn out.
No way Jennsen did this. Whoa,
whoa. Why do you say that?
These books-
they're subject to subpoena.
By law, they have
to remain intact.
She wouldn't risk losing a case
over missing pages.
Maybe that's what the
burglar was after. Whoa, whoa.
What kind of a moron would break
into a house,
try to drug a dog,
just to get some pages
out of a book?
I don't know.
I mean, you're better off
just taking the whole thing.
All right, listen, we need
to get this stuff back
and analyzed.
Lori, have Fong
run that book for prints.
Okay.
Come here, buddy.
Oh, I got you. Come here.
Hey, what are you doing, Danny?
What do you mean,
what am I doing?
The CSU's on their
way right now.
This guy's contaminating
a crime scene.
We got to take him with us.
He's not riding in the car.
What do you want me to do,
tie him to the bumper?
Come on.
Can you explain to me again
why I'm sitting in the back
and the dog is riding shotgun? I
already told you, he needs the window.
Oh, yes, right. How else is he
gonna enjoy his tour of Waikiki?
You know, for your
information, dogs get carsick.
Really?
Yeah, it's a fact.
Oh, it's a fact?
Yeah.
So, all of a sudden
you're a dog expert?
No, not all of a sudden;
I've had dogs my entire life.
Really? You didn't have a
dog when I met you. Yeah.
Yes, I did, but I lost the dog
in the divorce.
Rachel got custody of my dog.
What happened to it?
He was old.
He died in the
quarantine process.
Which is another reason why I
hate this miserable island.
Guess that makes two of you.
Yeah, buddy, I knew I liked
this guy for a reason.
Here's what Agent Jennsen
had on her camera.
She took about eight photos.
All of the same guy.
Okay, can you punch in closer?
I can do better than that.
I'll run his face through
DMV database
using facial recognition.
You read my mind.
All right, we got a match.
Liam Miller, 40.
NCIC shows no criminal record.
Not even a speeding ticket.
Why would Agent Jennsen follow
around a guy like that? McGarrett.
Maybe he's
an ex-boyfriend.
All right, thank you very much.
That was the Coast Guard.
They're at the crash site
pulling the black box
from Jennsen's plane right now We
gotta to. What about Liam Miller?
Kono, grab Chin, see if you can
find Miller.
And I want to find out
why Jennsen was following him.
Yeah. Okay. Ready?
Whoa. Hold up a second.
What are you doing with the dog?
I'm gonna take him
to an animal shelter.
When?
When I have time.
Mr. Miller, we just need
to ask you some questions
about Agent Jennsen.
Oh, yeah, I... ah,
I saw that on the news.
What a horrible accident.
It wasn't an accident-
she was murdered.
Murdered? Oh, my...
Is that pakalolo?
Huh...
Oh... yeah.
Oh, sorry. Um...
Yeah, here's my card.
I have a doctor prescription.
I'm a cancer patient.
I use medical marijuana to help
with my anxiety and appetite.
The chemo side effects
were pretty brutal.
Sorry to hear it.
Well, well, it's okay.
They say I'm one of the lucky
ones; my tumor's shrinking.
So how did you meet
Agent Jennsen?
Well, uh, she
came to talk to me
a few days ago,
asked for my help.
She was investigating a smoke
shop where I buy marijuana.
Did Agent Jennsen give you any
details as to why she was
investigating a place that
sold medical marijuana?
The smoke shop's not exactly
a legitimate caregiver.
I guess Agent Jennsen thought
they were selling to anyone.
Not just cardholders like me.
Oh. Here's the... actually...
Here's the place.
She said she was gonna get back
to me, but she never did, so...
I just assumed that she handled
the problem without me.
Yeah, unfortunately,
she never had the chance to.
I've handled cases
like this before.
There's a lot of money in
selling medicinal marijuana.
Enough to kill an
ICE agent over?
Hey.
That sounds like a plan.
Uh, let me call you back later.
Me, too.
What?
You don't have to keep
it a secret.
I know you're back with Malia.
Relax, cuz.
I'm cool with it.
You are?
Yeah.
When did you turn the
corner on that one?
When I was relieved of duty,
she came to my house
'cause you were worried
about me. Really?
That's when I realized
she still loved you.
Are you as hungry as I am?
What, you got the munchies?
I could eat the whole left side
of the Side Street menu right now.
You got a contact high
from Miller's place.
I know this shirt I'm wearing
reeks of it.
Oh, I guess that's good, right?
Means we'll fit right in
at the smoke shop.
Let's go.
Here you go, Commander.
All right, good.
You are aware that that's
an orange box, right?
Yeah, they call it a black box,
but they paint 'em orange
to help recovery teams like
that find them more easily.
You check in with Lori? Yeah, Max
narrowed down the COD on Jennsen.
She's gonna go over there with
Morrison and get the results.
Hey, Max.
Oh, aloha.
Do I know you?
No, I don't think so.
Oh, yes.
I- I think we've met before.
No. I think I would have
remembered a guy like you.
Well, I'm rarely wrong about
previous human encounters.
You are...
Jeff Morrison.
It was my agent who was killed.
Oh. I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
So, Max, you said on the phone
you... you got something for us?
Yes. I have positively
identified
the killer of Agent Jennsen.
Good.
Great. Who is it?
Right this way.
Wow, Max, you...
you fooled me.
I was certain there was a very
tiny, tiny body under there.
Well, technically, it is.
Let me explain.
This is a body of a
fully-grown puffer fish.
Highly poisonous,
and according to my
chemical calculations,
the origin of the substance
utilized by the murderer
to kill the victim.
It looks harmless.
Ah, looks can be very deceiving,
Agent Morrison.
A small puffer fish like this has
enough toxin to kill 30 human beings.
A fish just like this was milked
for its poison, and then
that poison was ingested orally
by Agent Jennsen.
Most likely with a hot beverage
of some sort to disguise
the bitterness,
like a coffee or tea.
None of this makes any sense,
though.
Who would have access
to something like this?
Well, I really haven't thought
about that.
Spearfishermen would avoid them
for obvious reasons.
And apart from a few select
Japanese chefs who are licensed
to serve the nonpoisonous part
as a delicacy,
I don't know.
Good luck.
Thanks, Max.
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Hey.
So... from what I hear,
you're the guy to talk to about
a little medicinal herb.
Is that right?
Who did you hear that from?
From a guy named Miller.
I burn fatties with him
once a week.
He said even if I don't
have my medical card...
...Brody would be
able to hook me up.
Look... Liam,
he's a good customer,
but he can't be telling
everybody about this place.
We're trying to stay under
the radar, know what I mean?
I won't tell anyone.
Just keep it a little
secret between you and me.
You want to keep secrets
with me, don't you?
What's your name, girl?
It's definitely not girl.
It's Officer Kalakaua.
You're under arrest for sales
to a police officer.
Damn! I knew you were a cop.
Yeah, sure you did.
Now, sales to an undercover is
a hard case to beat, Brody,
but maybe if you help us,
we can cut you some slack.
Have you spoken
to this woman before?
I ain't speaking to you.
You lied to me.
Then talk to me.
Do you know that woman?
I don't know her, and I ain't
speaking to any cops.
I want my lawyer.
No problem.
But I'm seizing the security
footage from your back room.
And if the woman we're asking
you about is on it,
and you're lying to us,
you're gonna be looking
at a lot more
than a sales case.
Walk!
I'm not seeing her.
Maybe Brody was
telling the truth.
Okay, guys, I just got off
the phone with Fong.
He lifted a foreign print
from the red book.
Jason Akita.
He's a two-striker.
Greatest hits include burglary
and narcotic sales.
Hey. We're gonna need the data
off this as soon as possible.
Who's this guy?
I've seen him before.
There.
Time stamp shows he was at the
smoke shop three days ago.
That and the fact that his print
was found on her red book
makes him
a pretty damn good suspect.
Exactly, and you said
he's a two-striker?
That means one more felony
pop and he goes away
for life without the
possibility of parole.
You don't get a better motive
for murder than that.
What part of "Don't
move" did he not understand, huh?
Stay on him.
Lori, bag!
Got it!
Drop something?
I got pills and powder.
Hey, look at that.
Let's go for a walk.
I don't know nothing
about no murder, man.
I'm-I'm just a courier.
I take packages from point A
to point B.
Oh, yeah? You're just an
innocent drug mule, is that
what you're saying?
Oh, I... I don't look at what
they give me, brah.
I learned that from being
a pizza delivery guy
on the North Shore.
If you don't know what's
inside the box,
they can't blame you
for screwing up the order.
Shut your mouth.
Now listen to what
I tell you, all right?
You kill a cop on this island,
we take it really personally.
So you should start
talking to me now.
We know you were at her house.
We got your prints to prove it.
Okay.
Here's the deal. I'm gonna
give it to you straight, brahs.
I broke in to that house
because I was working
as an informant to Ms. Jennsen.
Well, that makes zero sense.
It's the truth.
As soon as I found out that she
was killed in that plane crash
in the news, I remembered
that she had written my name
down in that book of hers.
You were trying to get it back?
Exactly.
Fellas, I can't
walk these streets
if people find out I'm a snitch.
So I broke in, and
I took the pages with
the information that
I had given her.
Why didn't you
just take the whole book?
'Cause she was a nice lady,
for a cop.
I didn't want to ruin the rest
of the good work she was doing.
You said you gave her
information- what was that?
She was tracing the stuff
that was coming
from the customs house,
so I gave her
this area to watch.
It's where they would
send me to pick up
packages that
have bypassed customs.
You gave her... did she
follow up on that?
I don't know.
Where are the pages
you tore out of the book?
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Found it.
It's pretty toasted.
Yeah.
Why don't you run it over to Fong,
see if he can recover anything.
All right.
He has not stopped barking
since Danny left.
Hey,
hey, hey.
We get anything
off the flight recorder?
We're almost done compiling
the data, but it's sort of hard
to focus with the dog barking.
He seems fine now, so...
By the way, if you
were thinking about going
in your office, I just,
a little warning.
- It's not a small dog, and, uh, I'd
watch my step. - You went in my office?
Yeah, land mines, all
over the place. Danny...
I'm gonna take him for a walk.
Come on, buddy.
What do we got?
Okay, this graph shows that
three miles into the flight
the autopilot was engaged.
The fuel level
was low at that time,
which I'm sure was intentional.
Two miles after that,
the pilot-side door
was opened, causing
an on-dash alert. Okay,
so it's exactly
as I figured, right?
The murderer flew the plane,
he parachuted out, knowing
the plane would run out
of gas and crash.
The question is,
where exactly did
he exit the aircraft?
Well, I cross-referenced
the variables,
such as fuel,
opening of the door,
flight timeline,
and using that I came up
with a five-mile radius
where he might have
landed right in here. The jungle's
a bad place for a drop zone.
His parachute would've
got all tangled up
if his exit was in
this area. So, Lori,
I want you to head
down there with Chin,
see if you can pinpoint
the exact drop zone.
Okay, you got it.
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Wow, it's pretty
dense down there.
Steve's right-
whoever this guy is,
if he bailed out over it,
he's got to be a pretty
experienced jumper. Wait.
I think I see something
in the trees over there.
You see a parachute? Yep.
Got it.
Looks like one of us
is going for a climb.
Huh.
Sure you don't need any help
recovering that evidence, Sheena?
I'm good.
Hey, Lori.
Take a look at this.
You find something?
Yeah, motorcycle tracks.
This impression right here
is from the center stand.
Looks like our jumper
stashed the bike
before the murder
to make his getaway.
Huh. Doesn't look like
any tire tracks I've seen
before. Yeah, that's because
it's a specialty tire
designed to fit an older bike.
An Avon Speedmaster,
ribbed, to be exact.
And the center stand
impression's
definitely from
an older Triumph.
You sure about that?
Yeah, 100%. I own one.
'68 Bonneville. I've been
putting that baby together
for the past two years.
So, uh,
how does that help us?
Well, it helps us
because finding spare
parts on this island
for a bike like that
is a pain, trust me.
There aren't many late-model
Triumphs in Hawaii.
Okay. All right,
I'll run a full DMV check
and put together a list
of possible suspects.
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I'll run these pages you found
through the video
spectral comparator.
If there's any residue of ink
left on the pages,
it'll bring it up
for us to read.
The pages were pretty burnt.
I'd be surprised if...
Luckily for us,
the pages are wax-based
and not loose-leaf.
The wax base makes
for a slower burn.
See here?
Says something about
a suspect she's been following.
And now the words: "stash pad."
Yeah.
Wow.
Your victim was
on a narco
investigation, right?
Yeah. Uh, she was
tracking a delivery,
and this address
might be where it landed.
If we could find the drugs,
we might find the killer.
Thanks, Fong.
You're a geek god.
I got about a dozen
heat signatures,
half of them ought to be people.
What are you thinking, guard
dogs? No, too small for that, too.
All right, load and make ready.
We'll figure it out
when we get in there.
Five-O, Five-O.
Show me your hands.
Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.
Okay, uh,
for the record, these
people looked a lot scarier
as heat signatures.
Who's in charge?
I am. Why are you
pointing guns at us?
I think you know why.
We're making flower leis.
Nothing else.
You don't believe me?
Take a look around.
Thank you, we will.
Step back, ma'am,
step back, please.
There were more heat
signatures back here.
Danny, what do you see?
I don't know.
Excuse me, miss,
do you have the key
to this door?
Okay, what the hell is this?
Definitely not a drug ring.
Modern-day animal poaching
is big business.
A billion-dollar industry with
almost little or no attention
paid by law enforcement.
Why not, if it's
such a big problem?
We live in a post-9/11 world;
resources are limited.
This, uh,
looks pretty tasty.
What's this?
This... is bear bile.
Bear bile?
Yeah, an adult bear
was milked half a dozen times,
and then killed for this.
Some people drink
a bottle a day
'cause they think
it's good for their liver.
I wish she would've told me
she stumbled upon this.
Probably had no idea
the danger she was in.
I'm sure she thought
she had this handled.
Yeah.
Guys,
looks like we found the source
of our puffer fish poison.
Oh, what'd the nice lady
have to say about that?
Nothing. She wanted
to talk to a lawyer.
She's not gonna say anything-
there's too much risk,
too much profit involved.
Plus, I guarantee
she has no control
over what's coming in
and out of this place.
At least we know what kind
of people we're
dealing with, right?
You guys know anyone else
who might run
in these circles?
We might.
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Watch your tail.
Watch your tail.
Come on. Come on,
come on, come on, come on.
Oh! What's up, brothers?
What's up with the canine?
What's up with the canine?
It is a victim's dog
that we need to take
to an animal shelter. Yes,
we are, but the investigation
that we're currently working on
keeps interfering.
I told you already,
I'm gonna deal with it
when I get a chance.
Thank you.
Looks hungry, brah.
If you're gonna
keep a pet,
you got to feed him.
Ah, see, no, it's not a pet,
and we're not keeping him.
We-we are not keeping him?
So you don't need to feed it.
I am a grown man- I've been making
my own decisions for a very long time.
But thank you.
Go ahead, go eat.
You want me
to have one of my guys
take him to the shelter?
Enough with the dog, please!
Enough with the dog,
that's all I ask.
I'm using manners.
I said "please."
Okay? Thank you.
What we need to
know from you is:
who around here poaches animals?
Okay? Specifically,
the endangered type.
Why are you asking me?
I sell shrimp,
not baby seals.
Kamekona, come on,
you must know somebody.
Heck, no. I've seen
fin-less sharks wash ashore,
found dead turtles on the reef,
but I... personally don't know
anybody poaches anything
but eggs.
What are you doing here, Max?
Kono told me that
you guys would be here,
and since I both needed to eat
and drop this off to you,
I figured it was a bit
of fortuitous timing.
Got a new car.
Yes, I did, and thank you
for noticing.
Unfortunately,
in order to purchase
a sweet ride like this,
it necessitated me to sell off
my entire prehistoric
fossil collection
and my DS-9
action figures.
However, I feel it
was very worth it.
I like it.
Thank you.
I would like a shrimp-flavored
tofu special, please.
Only thing special
about that order-
no one but you orders it.
What do you got, Max?
Oh. The lab reports came in
for the pills you found
in your suspect Jason
Akita's duffel bag.
You'll be as surprised
as I was when I found out
they were shark cartilage.
Shark cartilage.
Is that even illegal?
Immoral, absolutely.
Illegal...
unfortunately not.
Immoral or not,
that stuff really works.
You got to go
to Chinatown, see one
La'au Kanaka, if that's
what you're looking for.
You just said five seconds ago
that you don't know anybody.
Well, you asked me if
I knew any poachers.
That's like asking me
if I know anybody
that kills cows.
I don't.
And if you ask me for a
restaurant that serves beef,
I can point you
in the right direction. Okay,
Kamekona, do you know
La'au Kanaka?
What's the statute
of limitations?
What are you talking about?
You got immunity, okay?
Now, talk!
All right. Biggest one on the
Island- name's Dr. Yang.
I used to go to him plenty
when I used to train.
You gonna want
black market supplements,
you're gonna need to go see him.
Did you say you were training?
Funny, huh, haole. Funny.
Nah, he's kidding.
He doesn't mean it.
You got an address?
Yeah, boss.
What's wrong with your mutt?
Don't worry, he probably
got a shrimp tail
stuck in his throat.
You gave him a shrimp tail?
What the hell's
the matter with you,
feeding him shrimp tails? You
wanted me to give him real shrimp
at six bucks a pound?
You're a Neanderthal.
That's it, cough it up.
You're okay, buddy.
♪ ♪
Early to be closed, no? I think so.
Whoa.
Did he just break in?
He did. That's something
he does regularly.
Hello?
Five-O.
Dr. Yang, you here?
Just want to talk.
Dr. Yang?
Well, it looks like there was
a hell of a fight in here.
That's a blood trail.
Looks like the loser
was dragged out the back door.
Yeah.
Got a wallet.
We're too late.
Somebody grabbed the doctor.
For what?
Maybe our killer
was tying up loose ends.
This does not make any sense.
All right, our killer, he
goes to all this trouble
to make Jennsen's death
look like an accident.
If the guy who grabbed
our doctor is our killer,
why is he getting so
sloppy all of a sudden?
Chin, you're on speaker.
What do you got?
So we ran the list
of older Triumph motorcycles
through the local DMV database.
It turns out that
one of the registered owners
is a guy that we spoke to
earlier today,
Liam Miller.
That's the guy who sent you
to the smoke shop.
Mm-hmm. And get this-
he's a pilot
and he's jump-qualified.
Yeah, well, get this-
it says here
in Dr. Yang's log,
Liam Miller's being treated
for pancreatic cancer.
Let's go say hello
to Mr. Miller.
♪ ♪
House is empty. We're clear.
Where the hell is this guy?
Mr. Miller, this is Angie,
Dr. Mangold's nurse.
Please call us as soon
as you get this message.
It's about your lab results.
That sounds good.
Get against the counter
right now. Right now.
Where's Dr. Yang?
Where is he?
Dr. Yang is in
the process of learning
what it feels like
to be helpless.
What the hell is that
supposed to mean?
Where is he?
He told me I was being cured,
that the cancer
was behind me as long as
I bought his damn medicine.
And when Agent Jennsen
stumbled onto Dr. Yang,
you killed her
to keep him in business?
And to keep yourself alive.
That doesn't matter now.
My oncologist
told me the cancer has spread.
Dr. Yang lied to me;
I'm a dead man, just like her.
It's just a matter of time.
Son of a bitch!
Jeff.
You killed her for nothing!
Nothing!
I thought I was gonna die.
I never wanted it
to come to that.
I tried to steer Agent Jennsen
to the marijuana clinic,
but she didn't care-
she just...
wanted to stop
the animal poaching.
She wouldn't leave it alone.
All right,
if you actually feel remorse
for murdering Agent Jennsen...
you'd do the right
thing and tell us
where is Dr. Yang,
where's he at?
He's in there.
Where's the key?
I threw it away.
You threw it away?
I wasn't planning
on opening it back up.
Hey! He's alive.
Danny, get a medivac helo
in here right now.
This is Detective
Danny Williams.
I need a medivac.
I'll text you
my coordinates now.
I was hoping that the chemo IV
had already killed him.
All right, they're two out.
All right.
Why don't you shoot me,
Agent Morrison?
I can see it in your eyes
that you want to.
Yeah? Okay.
I'm a dead man anyway.
Go ahead.
Draw your weapon.
Shoot me.
Come on, pull your
weapon and shoot me.
You'd be doing me a favor. Hey.
You're not getting off
that easy.
Hey.
Wait, wait, wait.
No dog? What, you finally
took it to a shelter?
No, I, uh,
I gave the little pooch
to Grace,
and Rachel, of course,
resisted at first,
but then the dog won her over.
So score one for the single
fathers of the world. That's nice.
You do realize that technically
it's not your dog to give away?
Ah, the dog needed a home;
I found it a home.
Problem solved.
Hey, hey.
Uh...
I didn't get a chance
to thank you and your team
for the fine work
that you did, and, um...
I wanted you to see this.
Agent Jennsen was awarded
the Medal of Valor...
posthumously.
Good.
She, uh...
she made the
ultimate sacrifice.
And I want you
and your team to have it.
Uh, no, we can't accept this.
Yes...
you can, and you will.
Monica...
Monica would have
wanted it that way.
Mahalo nui loa.
♪ ♪
Yo! What are you waiting for?
There's a plane!
Look out!
Plane behind you!
Look out! A plane!
Look out! Look out!
Take cover!
Don't be afraid, my friend.
I can't.
You know, buddy,
I got to tell you,
I'd be way more impressed
with your ninja skills
if A) the door was locked,
and B) you didn't call
and get the room number.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.
Next time, I'll come
through the window, okay?
Oh, wait a minute.
There are no windows.
Do me a favor, please.
Okay, this is
obviously temporary
until I find something
different,
and more importantly than that,
this place isn't haunted.
Not haunted?
You run a blue light
over this apartment,
the last thing
you're gonna be worried about
is ghosts, my friend.
You what I'm saying?
Mmm.
What are we watching?
Enemy Mine?
Mm-hmm.
That's awesome.
I feel like
I'm in a time machine.
Like a tiny, little, really
badly-decorated time machine.
Okay.
I like this movie.
Okay?
I think it's a classic.
You have to pause...
Buh-buh.
If you're gonna be here,
I'm gonna have to ask
you to sit quietly
and give this cinematic
masterpiece
Thank you.
Oh.
That's disgusting.
You okay?
Huh?
I mean, you want a tissue
or something?
What's the matter?
Nothing's the matter.
You weren't moved by that
little moment right
there, that scene?
Evidently not as much as you.
Oh, well, I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm sorry that I got
drawn in to a beautiful film
about sacrifice and friendship.
I apologize. The dude just gave birth.
He's an alien, okay?
They got different
plumbing on this planet.
Okay, I don't know.
They're all hermaphrodites or whatever.
I just didn't understand
why you were crying, okay?
It's kind of like... I
mean... I'm not... Did I cry?
You know what? Forget it.
Forget it. Forget it.
Forget it. You don't
know what it's like
to be a father,
you don't understand.
You know what I could do?
I'll find a cartoon.
Okay, speaking of cartoons,
are you planning
on bringing Gracie here?
Because if you are,
as a law enforcement official,
I'm required
to call the Department
of Child Protective Services.
Oh, you think you're funny.
I'm gonna give it
a medium. It's okay.
A cultureless...
Shh. McGarrett.
...animal.
Yeah, we're on the way.
Put your shoes on.
The victim's name is
Monica Jennsen, 28.
She was an ICE agent.
Body was brought ashore
by the Coast Guard.
This is Special Agent in Charge,
Jeff Morrison, her supervisor.
How you doing? Wish we would have
met under better circumstances.
Lori's told me a lot
about you guys and your team.
Oh, so you guys
know each other?
We worked together
on a federal task force
a few years ago.
We're really sorry
to hear you lost an agent.
I appreciate that.
What makes you guys think
that this was anything more
than mechanical problems
with the plane?
Initially, I did think that,
but then I got on scene,
and they said
the medical examiner
has concerns
about possible foul play.
Max is with the body
at the end of the pier.
Okay. And now
she was the only one on board?
Yeah, just her. The
surfers that pulled her
from the plane are pretty
positive about that.
None of this makes any sense.
She wasn't even
scheduled to fly today.
What kind of case
was Jennsen working on lately?
Mostly routine stuff.
Comparing shipping numbers
and cargo weights
to customs manifest.
And if she came
across something unusual,
she was supposed to loop me in.
You think maybe she got
in over her head this time?
Maybe. She was a quick study,
eager to impress,
but she was definitely green.
What about her red book?
Can we see that?
Yeah, I can get that
out of her office.
Wait, wait, wait.
What's a red book?
It's an investigator's
day-to-day diary.
They turn it into their
supervisor at the end of
the week so we know exactly
what they've been working on.
All right, we're definitely
gonna need that,
plus, any active case files.
Absolutely.
Whatever you guys need.
All right, great. Thanks.
Hey.
We know anything yet?
All I can give you right now are
my preliminary observations.
However, it's exactly
those observations
that give me reason for concern.
As you can see, the victim
show signs of swelling
around the tongue
and tenseness
around the throat muscles.
There's no bruising
from the impact,
or water in the lungs,
which leads me to believe
that she was dead
before the impact.
And I'm thinking COD
was most likely poisoning.
And what about TOD?
Well, based on
liver temperature,
I'd say at least
eight hours ago.
What kind of plane was she in?
A Cessna 177 Cardinal.
177?
You sure about that?
Positive. Why?
Because the Cessna
177's fuel tank
gives it a maximum flight time
of just over four hours.
So she couldn't have
been flying the plane.
That's right.
Agent Jennsen was dead
long before that plane
even took off.
Jeff?
Jeff?
Yeah, I looked, um...
looked everywhere,
and her... her, um...
her red book's not in here.
Maybe she took it home with her.
Yeah. Maybe.
Listen, I'm sorry.
It's, um...
It's always tough losing someone
you work with.
Yeah.
Monica reminded me a lot of you.
Hardworking, motivated,
stubborn.
All in the best possible way,
of course.
Of course.
She did not deserve
to die like this.
I know.
We're going to find
who did this, I promise.
I want to help.
So, I've been scanning
through Jennsen's case file.
It's just like Morrison said.
It's all lightweight stuff.
Tracking shipping containers,
verifying way bills.
So what got her killed?
What about the
plane's recovery?
The NTSB investigative team
isn't due
to arrive on site
until later today.
All right, well, listen.
Speed that up, okay?
We need to find out what's
on that flight recorder.
Roger that. Hey. Did you
get Jennsen's red book?
Not yet.
It wasn't in her office.
I'm gonna try her home.
Danny and I will meet you there.
Okay.
Okay.
Whoa.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Yeah, you got good taste
in humans, huh?
What are you doing?
He's waiting for Agent
Jennsen to come home.
All right,
Danny, take the kitchen,
we'll take the living room.
Let's find that red book.
I've got signs of forced
entry through the back window.
Can you believe this?
Somebody tried to drug
the dog. I'd like
to kill them.
Geez. Doesn't look like
the place was tossed.
Well, maybe they knew exactly
what they were coming for.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take a look at this.
These are surveillance photos.
Maybe it's a case
she was working on.
Yeah. I mean,
definitely a fresh case.
Look at the date stamp.
It's two days ago.
Guys, I found the red book.
That's weird.
Last few pages are torn out.
No way Jennsen did this. Whoa,
whoa. Why do you say that?
These books-
they're subject to subpoena.
By law, they have
to remain intact.
She wouldn't risk losing a case
over missing pages.
Maybe that's what the
burglar was after. Whoa, whoa.
What kind of a moron would break
into a house,
try to drug a dog,
just to get some pages
out of a book?
I don't know.
I mean, you're better off
just taking the whole thing.
All right, listen, we need
to get this stuff back
and analyzed.
Lori, have Fong
run that book for prints.
Okay.
Come here, buddy.
Oh, I got you. Come here.
Hey, what are you doing, Danny?
What do you mean,
what am I doing?
The CSU's on their
way right now.
This guy's contaminating
a crime scene.
We got to take him with us.
He's not riding in the car.
What do you want me to do,
tie him to the bumper?
Come on.
Can you explain to me again
why I'm sitting in the back
and the dog is riding shotgun? I
already told you, he needs the window.
Oh, yes, right. How else is he
gonna enjoy his tour of Waikiki?
You know, for your
information, dogs get carsick.
Really?
Yeah, it's a fact.
Oh, it's a fact?
Yeah.
So, all of a sudden
you're a dog expert?
No, not all of a sudden;
I've had dogs my entire life.
Really? You didn't have a
dog when I met you. Yeah.
Yes, I did, but I lost the dog
in the divorce.
Rachel got custody of my dog.
What happened to it?
He was old.
He died in the
quarantine process.
Which is another reason why I
hate this miserable island.
Guess that makes two of you.
Yeah, buddy, I knew I liked
this guy for a reason.
Here's what Agent Jennsen
had on her camera.
She took about eight photos.
All of the same guy.
Okay, can you punch in closer?
I can do better than that.
I'll run his face through
DMV database
using facial recognition.
You read my mind.
All right, we got a match.
Liam Miller, 40.
NCIC shows no criminal record.
Not even a speeding ticket.
Why would Agent Jennsen follow
around a guy like that? McGarrett.
Maybe he's
an ex-boyfriend.
All right, thank you very much.
That was the Coast Guard.
They're at the crash site
pulling the black box
from Jennsen's plane right now We
gotta to. What about Liam Miller?
Kono, grab Chin, see if you can
find Miller.
And I want to find out
why Jennsen was following him.
Yeah. Okay. Ready?
Whoa. Hold up a second.
What are you doing with the dog?
I'm gonna take him
to an animal shelter.
When?
When I have time.
Mr. Miller, we just need
to ask you some questions
about Agent Jennsen.
Oh, yeah, I... ah,
I saw that on the news.
What a horrible accident.
It wasn't an accident-
she was murdered.
Murdered? Oh, my...
Is that pakalolo?
Huh...
Oh... yeah.
Oh, sorry. Um...
Yeah, here's my card.
I have a doctor prescription.
I'm a cancer patient.
I use medical marijuana to help
with my anxiety and appetite.
The chemo side effects
were pretty brutal.
Sorry to hear it.
Well, well, it's okay.
They say I'm one of the lucky
ones; my tumor's shrinking.
So how did you meet
Agent Jennsen?
Well, uh, she
came to talk to me
a few days ago,
asked for my help.
She was investigating a smoke
shop where I buy marijuana.
Did Agent Jennsen give you any
details as to why she was
investigating a place that
sold medical marijuana?
The smoke shop's not exactly
a legitimate caregiver.
I guess Agent Jennsen thought
they were selling to anyone.
Not just cardholders like me.
Oh. Here's the... actually...
Here's the place.
She said she was gonna get back
to me, but she never did, so...
I just assumed that she handled
the problem without me.
Yeah, unfortunately,
she never had the chance to.
I've handled cases
like this before.
There's a lot of money in
selling medicinal marijuana.
Enough to kill an
ICE agent over?
Hey.
That sounds like a plan.
Uh, let me call you back later.
Me, too.
What?
You don't have to keep
it a secret.
I know you're back with Malia.
Relax, cuz.
I'm cool with it.
You are?
Yeah.
When did you turn the
corner on that one?
When I was relieved of duty,
she came to my house
'cause you were worried
about me. Really?
That's when I realized
she still loved you.
Are you as hungry as I am?
What, you got the munchies?
I could eat the whole left side
of the Side Street menu right now.
You got a contact high
from Miller's place.
I know this shirt I'm wearing
reeks of it.
Oh, I guess that's good, right?
Means we'll fit right in
at the smoke shop.
Let's go.
Here you go, Commander.
All right, good.
You are aware that that's
an orange box, right?
Yeah, they call it a black box,
but they paint 'em orange
to help recovery teams like
that find them more easily.
You check in with Lori? Yeah, Max
narrowed down the COD on Jennsen.
She's gonna go over there with
Morrison and get the results.
Hey, Max.
Oh, aloha.
Do I know you?
No, I don't think so.
Oh, yes.
I- I think we've met before.
No. I think I would have
remembered a guy like you.
Well, I'm rarely wrong about
previous human encounters.
You are...
Jeff Morrison.
It was my agent who was killed.
Oh. I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
So, Max, you said on the phone
you... you got something for us?
Yes. I have positively
identified
the killer of Agent Jennsen.
Good.
Great. Who is it?
Right this way.
Wow, Max, you...
you fooled me.
I was certain there was a very
tiny, tiny body under there.
Well, technically, it is.
Let me explain.
This is a body of a
fully-grown puffer fish.
Highly poisonous,
and according to my
chemical calculations,
the origin of the substance
utilized by the murderer
to kill the victim.
It looks harmless.
Ah, looks can be very deceiving,
Agent Morrison.
A small puffer fish like this has
enough toxin to kill 30 human beings.
A fish just like this was milked
for its poison, and then
that poison was ingested orally
by Agent Jennsen.
Most likely with a hot beverage
of some sort to disguise
the bitterness,
like a coffee or tea.
None of this makes any sense,
though.
Who would have access
to something like this?
Well, I really haven't thought
about that.
Spearfishermen would avoid them
for obvious reasons.
And apart from a few select
Japanese chefs who are licensed
to serve the nonpoisonous part
as a delicacy,
I don't know.
Good luck.
Thanks, Max.
♪ ♪
Hey.
So... from what I hear,
you're the guy to talk to about
a little medicinal herb.
Is that right?
Who did you hear that from?
From a guy named Miller.
I burn fatties with him
once a week.
He said even if I don't
have my medical card...
...Brody would be
able to hook me up.
Look... Liam,
he's a good customer,
but he can't be telling
everybody about this place.
We're trying to stay under
the radar, know what I mean?
I won't tell anyone.
Just keep it a little
secret between you and me.
You want to keep secrets
with me, don't you?
What's your name, girl?
It's definitely not girl.
It's Officer Kalakaua.
You're under arrest for sales
to a police officer.
Damn! I knew you were a cop.
Yeah, sure you did.
Now, sales to an undercover is
a hard case to beat, Brody,
but maybe if you help us,
we can cut you some slack.
Have you spoken
to this woman before?
I ain't speaking to you.
You lied to me.
Then talk to me.
Do you know that woman?
I don't know her, and I ain't
speaking to any cops.
I want my lawyer.
No problem.
But I'm seizing the security
footage from your back room.
And if the woman we're asking
you about is on it,
and you're lying to us,
you're gonna be looking
at a lot more
than a sales case.
Walk!
I'm not seeing her.
Maybe Brody was
telling the truth.
Okay, guys, I just got off
the phone with Fong.
He lifted a foreign print
from the red book.
Jason Akita.
He's a two-striker.
Greatest hits include burglary
and narcotic sales.
Hey. We're gonna need the data
off this as soon as possible.
Who's this guy?
I've seen him before.
There.
Time stamp shows he was at the
smoke shop three days ago.
That and the fact that his print
was found on her red book
makes him
a pretty damn good suspect.
Exactly, and you said
he's a two-striker?
That means one more felony
pop and he goes away
for life without the
possibility of parole.
You don't get a better motive
for murder than that.
What part of "Don't
move" did he not understand, huh?
Stay on him.
Lori, bag!
Got it!
Drop something?
I got pills and powder.
Hey, look at that.
Let's go for a walk.
I don't know nothing
about no murder, man.
I'm-I'm just a courier.
I take packages from point A
to point B.
Oh, yeah? You're just an
innocent drug mule, is that
what you're saying?
Oh, I... I don't look at what
they give me, brah.
I learned that from being
a pizza delivery guy
on the North Shore.
If you don't know what's
inside the box,
they can't blame you
for screwing up the order.
Shut your mouth.
Now listen to what
I tell you, all right?
You kill a cop on this island,
we take it really personally.
So you should start
talking to me now.
We know you were at her house.
We got your prints to prove it.
Okay.
Here's the deal. I'm gonna
give it to you straight, brahs.
I broke in to that house
because I was working
as an informant to Ms. Jennsen.
Well, that makes zero sense.
It's the truth.
As soon as I found out that she
was killed in that plane crash
in the news, I remembered
that she had written my name
down in that book of hers.
You were trying to get it back?
Exactly.
Fellas, I can't
walk these streets
if people find out I'm a snitch.
So I broke in, and
I took the pages with
the information that
I had given her.
Why didn't you
just take the whole book?
'Cause she was a nice lady,
for a cop.
I didn't want to ruin the rest
of the good work she was doing.
You said you gave her
information- what was that?
She was tracing the stuff
that was coming
from the customs house,
so I gave her
this area to watch.
It's where they would
send me to pick up
packages that
have bypassed customs.
You gave her... did she
follow up on that?
I don't know.
Where are the pages
you tore out of the book?
♪ ♪
Found it.
It's pretty toasted.
Yeah.
Why don't you run it over to Fong,
see if he can recover anything.
All right.
He has not stopped barking
since Danny left.
Hey,
hey, hey.
We get anything
off the flight recorder?
We're almost done compiling
the data, but it's sort of hard
to focus with the dog barking.
He seems fine now, so...
By the way, if you
were thinking about going
in your office, I just,
a little warning.
- It's not a small dog, and, uh, I'd
watch my step. - You went in my office?
Yeah, land mines, all
over the place. Danny...
I'm gonna take him for a walk.
Come on, buddy.
What do we got?
Okay, this graph shows that
three miles into the flight
the autopilot was engaged.
The fuel level
was low at that time,
which I'm sure was intentional.
Two miles after that,
the pilot-side door
was opened, causing
an on-dash alert. Okay,
so it's exactly
as I figured, right?
The murderer flew the plane,
he parachuted out, knowing
the plane would run out
of gas and crash.
The question is,
where exactly did
he exit the aircraft?
Well, I cross-referenced
the variables,
such as fuel,
opening of the door,
flight timeline,
and using that I came up
with a five-mile radius
where he might have
landed right in here. The jungle's
a bad place for a drop zone.
His parachute would've
got all tangled up
if his exit was in
this area. So, Lori,
I want you to head
down there with Chin,
see if you can pinpoint
the exact drop zone.
Okay, you got it.
♪ ♪
Wow, it's pretty
dense down there.
Steve's right-
whoever this guy is,
if he bailed out over it,
he's got to be a pretty
experienced jumper. Wait.
I think I see something
in the trees over there.
You see a parachute? Yep.
Got it.
Looks like one of us
is going for a climb.
Huh.
Sure you don't need any help
recovering that evidence, Sheena?
I'm good.
Hey, Lori.
Take a look at this.
You find something?
Yeah, motorcycle tracks.
This impression right here
is from the center stand.
Looks like our jumper
stashed the bike
before the murder
to make his getaway.
Huh. Doesn't look like
any tire tracks I've seen
before. Yeah, that's because
it's a specialty tire
designed to fit an older bike.
An Avon Speedmaster,
ribbed, to be exact.
And the center stand
impression's
definitely from
an older Triumph.
You sure about that?
Yeah, 100%. I own one.
'68 Bonneville. I've been
putting that baby together
for the past two years.
So, uh,
how does that help us?
Well, it helps us
because finding spare
parts on this island
for a bike like that
is a pain, trust me.
There aren't many late-model
Triumphs in Hawaii.
Okay. All right,
I'll run a full DMV check
and put together a list
of possible suspects.
♪ ♪
I'll run these pages you found
through the video
spectral comparator.
If there's any residue of ink
left on the pages,
it'll bring it up
for us to read.
The pages were pretty burnt.
I'd be surprised if...
Luckily for us,
the pages are wax-based
and not loose-leaf.
The wax base makes
for a slower burn.
See here?
Says something about
a suspect she's been following.
And now the words: "stash pad."
Yeah.
Wow.
Your victim was
on a narco
investigation, right?
Yeah. Uh, she was
tracking a delivery,
and this address
might be where it landed.
If we could find the drugs,
we might find the killer.
Thanks, Fong.
You're a geek god.
I got about a dozen
heat signatures,
half of them ought to be people.
What are you thinking, guard
dogs? No, too small for that, too.
All right, load and make ready.
We'll figure it out
when we get in there.
Five-O, Five-O.
Show me your hands.
Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.
Okay, uh,
for the record, these
people looked a lot scarier
as heat signatures.
Who's in charge?
I am. Why are you
pointing guns at us?
I think you know why.
We're making flower leis.
Nothing else.
You don't believe me?
Take a look around.
Thank you, we will.
Step back, ma'am,
step back, please.
There were more heat
signatures back here.
Danny, what do you see?
I don't know.
Excuse me, miss,
do you have the key
to this door?
Okay, what the hell is this?
Definitely not a drug ring.
Modern-day animal poaching
is big business.
A billion-dollar industry with
almost little or no attention
paid by law enforcement.
Why not, if it's
such a big problem?
We live in a post-9/11 world;
resources are limited.
This, uh,
looks pretty tasty.
What's this?
This... is bear bile.
Bear bile?
Yeah, an adult bear
was milked half a dozen times,
and then killed for this.
Some people drink
a bottle a day
'cause they think
it's good for their liver.
I wish she would've told me
she stumbled upon this.
Probably had no idea
the danger she was in.
I'm sure she thought
she had this handled.
Yeah.
Guys,
looks like we found the source
of our puffer fish poison.
Oh, what'd the nice lady
have to say about that?
Nothing. She wanted
to talk to a lawyer.
She's not gonna say anything-
there's too much risk,
too much profit involved.
Plus, I guarantee
she has no control
over what's coming in
and out of this place.
At least we know what kind
of people we're
dealing with, right?
You guys know anyone else
who might run
in these circles?
We might.
♪ ♪
Watch your tail.
Watch your tail.
Come on. Come on,
come on, come on, come on.
Oh! What's up, brothers?
What's up with the canine?
What's up with the canine?
It is a victim's dog
that we need to take
to an animal shelter. Yes,
we are, but the investigation
that we're currently working on
keeps interfering.
I told you already,
I'm gonna deal with it
when I get a chance.
Thank you.
Looks hungry, brah.
If you're gonna
keep a pet,
you got to feed him.
Ah, see, no, it's not a pet,
and we're not keeping him.
We-we are not keeping him?
So you don't need to feed it.
I am a grown man- I've been making
my own decisions for a very long time.
But thank you.
Go ahead, go eat.
You want me
to have one of my guys
take him to the shelter?
Enough with the dog, please!
Enough with the dog,
that's all I ask.
I'm using manners.
I said "please."
Okay? Thank you.
What we need to
know from you is:
who around here poaches animals?
Okay? Specifically,
the endangered type.
Why are you asking me?
I sell shrimp,
not baby seals.
Kamekona, come on,
you must know somebody.
Heck, no. I've seen
fin-less sharks wash ashore,
found dead turtles on the reef,
but I... personally don't know
anybody poaches anything
but eggs.
What are you doing here, Max?
Kono told me that
you guys would be here,
and since I both needed to eat
and drop this off to you,
I figured it was a bit
of fortuitous timing.
Got a new car.
Yes, I did, and thank you
for noticing.
Unfortunately,
in order to purchase
a sweet ride like this,
it necessitated me to sell off
my entire prehistoric
fossil collection
and my DS-9
action figures.
However, I feel it
was very worth it.
I like it.
Thank you.
I would like a shrimp-flavored
tofu special, please.
Only thing special
about that order-
no one but you orders it.
What do you got, Max?
Oh. The lab reports came in
for the pills you found
in your suspect Jason
Akita's duffel bag.
You'll be as surprised
as I was when I found out
they were shark cartilage.
Shark cartilage.
Is that even illegal?
Immoral, absolutely.
Illegal...
unfortunately not.
Immoral or not,
that stuff really works.
You got to go
to Chinatown, see one
La'au Kanaka, if that's
what you're looking for.
You just said five seconds ago
that you don't know anybody.
Well, you asked me if
I knew any poachers.
That's like asking me
if I know anybody
that kills cows.
I don't.
And if you ask me for a
restaurant that serves beef,
I can point you
in the right direction. Okay,
Kamekona, do you know
La'au Kanaka?
What's the statute
of limitations?
What are you talking about?
You got immunity, okay?
Now, talk!
All right. Biggest one on the
Island- name's Dr. Yang.
I used to go to him plenty
when I used to train.
You gonna want
black market supplements,
you're gonna need to go see him.
Did you say you were training?
Funny, huh, haole. Funny.
Nah, he's kidding.
He doesn't mean it.
You got an address?
Yeah, boss.
What's wrong with your mutt?
Don't worry, he probably
got a shrimp tail
stuck in his throat.
You gave him a shrimp tail?
What the hell's
the matter with you,
feeding him shrimp tails? You
wanted me to give him real shrimp
at six bucks a pound?
You're a Neanderthal.
That's it, cough it up.
You're okay, buddy.
♪ ♪
Early to be closed, no? I think so.
Whoa.
Did he just break in?
He did. That's something
he does regularly.
Hello?
Five-O.
Dr. Yang, you here?
Just want to talk.
Dr. Yang?
Well, it looks like there was
a hell of a fight in here.
That's a blood trail.
Looks like the loser
was dragged out the back door.
Yeah.
Got a wallet.
We're too late.
Somebody grabbed the doctor.
For what?
Maybe our killer
was tying up loose ends.
This does not make any sense.
All right, our killer, he
goes to all this trouble
to make Jennsen's death
look like an accident.
If the guy who grabbed
our doctor is our killer,
why is he getting so
sloppy all of a sudden?
Chin, you're on speaker.
What do you got?
So we ran the list
of older Triumph motorcycles
through the local DMV database.
It turns out that
one of the registered owners
is a guy that we spoke to
earlier today,
Liam Miller.
That's the guy who sent you
to the smoke shop.
Mm-hmm. And get this-
he's a pilot
and he's jump-qualified.
Yeah, well, get this-
it says here
in Dr. Yang's log,
Liam Miller's being treated
for pancreatic cancer.
Let's go say hello
to Mr. Miller.
♪ ♪
House is empty. We're clear.
Where the hell is this guy?
Mr. Miller, this is Angie,
Dr. Mangold's nurse.
Please call us as soon
as you get this message.
It's about your lab results.
That sounds good.
Get against the counter
right now. Right now.
Where's Dr. Yang?
Where is he?
Dr. Yang is in
the process of learning
what it feels like
to be helpless.
What the hell is that
supposed to mean?
Where is he?
He told me I was being cured,
that the cancer
was behind me as long as
I bought his damn medicine.
And when Agent Jennsen
stumbled onto Dr. Yang,
you killed her
to keep him in business?
And to keep yourself alive.
That doesn't matter now.
My oncologist
told me the cancer has spread.
Dr. Yang lied to me;
I'm a dead man, just like her.
It's just a matter of time.
Son of a bitch!
Jeff.
You killed her for nothing!
Nothing!
I thought I was gonna die.
I never wanted it
to come to that.
I tried to steer Agent Jennsen
to the marijuana clinic,
but she didn't care-
she just...
wanted to stop
the animal poaching.
She wouldn't leave it alone.
All right,
if you actually feel remorse
for murdering Agent Jennsen...
you'd do the right
thing and tell us
where is Dr. Yang,
where's he at?
He's in there.
Where's the key?
I threw it away.
You threw it away?
I wasn't planning
on opening it back up.
Hey! He's alive.
Danny, get a medivac helo
in here right now.
This is Detective
Danny Williams.
I need a medivac.
I'll text you
my coordinates now.
I was hoping that the chemo IV
had already killed him.
All right, they're two out.
All right.
Why don't you shoot me,
Agent Morrison?
I can see it in your eyes
that you want to.
Yeah? Okay.
I'm a dead man anyway.
Go ahead.
Draw your weapon.
Shoot me.
Come on, pull your
weapon and shoot me.
You'd be doing me a favor. Hey.
You're not getting off
that easy.
Hey.
Wait, wait, wait.
No dog? What, you finally
took it to a shelter?
No, I, uh,
I gave the little pooch
to Grace,
and Rachel, of course,
resisted at first,
but then the dog won her over.
So score one for the single
fathers of the world. That's nice.
You do realize that technically
it's not your dog to give away?
Ah, the dog needed a home;
I found it a home.
Problem solved.
Hey, hey.
Uh...
I didn't get a chance
to thank you and your team
for the fine work
that you did, and, um...
I wanted you to see this.
Agent Jennsen was awarded
the Medal of Valor...
posthumously.
Good.
She, uh...
she made the
ultimate sacrifice.
And I want you
and your team to have it.
Uh, no, we can't accept this.
Yes...
you can, and you will.
Monica...
Monica would have
wanted it that way.
Mahalo nui loa.