Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 12 - Kapu - full transcript

Please, where are you taking me?

If you want to live,
you'll do exactly what I say.

Is your name
Jonah Adkins?

Yes.

Is your father
the executive vice president

of the Certified
National Bank?

Please, if it's money you want,
just call my parents.

I'll tell you
what I want.

I want to hear you
beg for you life.

But I want you to do it
in Spanish.

What?



Beg for your life,
Jonah,

en español.

Uh, uh...

Por favor, señor...

no making me muerto?

That was pathetic.

I should kill you
for that.

No, no, please don't.
I don't want to die.

Then sing me a song.
What?

Something from
the '90s.

If it moves me,

I'll consider
letting you live.

I was born in the '90s,

I don't know
any of those songs.



Then you're dead.

Uh...

Uh, uh...

♪ You are... my fire ♪

♪ The one... desire ♪

♪ Believe... when I say ♪

♪ I want it that way. ♪

Man, you look like you could
use a change of underwear.

Not cool, dudes.

Oh, oh.

Congratulations, you
are now officially

a pledge of the Beta Phi Tau.

Now, onto the first test
in your initiation.

We call it the century.

To complete it, you'll need
to consume 100 shots of beer,

in under 100 minutes.

What say ye?

Bottoms up.

♪ ♪

Drink, drink, drink...

Where you going, lightweight?

36 shots to go...
you got this.

What the hell?

♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x12 ♪
Kahu (Guardian)
Original Air Date on January 14, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

♪ Sweet home Waimanalo ♪

♪ Where the skies are so blue ♪

♪ Sweet home Waimanalo ♪

♪ Sang Min's coming home
to you. ♪

What, no flowers?

Where do I sign for him?
Right here.

Come on, girl.
I came all the way

from a haole prison on the
mainland to snitch for you.

No in-flight movie,
no meal service.

Least you can do is, uh,
show me some love.

Let's get a couple of
things straight.

One, don't call me girl.
You can address me as

Officer Kalakaua or
don't address me at all.

Two, this is not a vacation.
You're here to testify

at a federal trial in exchange
for a sentence reduction.

So, please, don't pretend
you're doing me any favors.

'Cause, trust me,
there are plenty of things

I'd rather be doing
than babysitting your ass

for the next 24 hours.

I get it. So you want
to hit the shrimp truck

before we check
into the hotel?

Get in the car.

Still spicy.

Hey.

Max got an
I.D. yet?

No, he's still fishing
out body parts.

I think he's
enjoying it, too.

I can't believe
that was a person.

Crispy.

Um, I told you my nephew

was maybe gonna come
visit from Jersey.

Well, that happened.
Here he is.

What's up, bro?
Call me E-Train.

Put your hand
down, okay?

That's not your bro,
your name's Eric.

Please go wait in the car
like I asked you to, okay?

Can I at least
have the keys?

You didn't even
crack a window.

Then wait outside.
Anywhere but my crime scene.

Okay? Please?
Come on.

Don't look at me
like that, just go.

Yo, how you doin', sweetheart?

Okay, so your nephew
visits from Jersey,

and you, uh, bring him
on a homicide call?

That's... yep.

Okay. Just a hunch,
but do you think maybe

he would've enjoyed
the beach a little more?

Yeah, he's lucky
he's not locked up.

Okay, couple months ago
he gets popped

in a stolen car.
Make a couple phone calls,

get the charges dropped.
My sister's worried sick,

does not know what
to do with him.

So she send him to me, maybe
I can, I don't know,

scare some sense into him.

How's that working out?

He just saw his first dead body

and he's still acting
like a complete idiot

so, I guess I have
my work cut out for me.

Right. What do we know?

Okay, according to
Max, guy was dead

before he hit the tub.

Well, if the acid bath
didn't kill him, what did?

Blunt force trauma
to the head.

We also got signs
of forced entry,

and... a bunch
of stolen lab gear.

We got, uh, bioreactor,
particle protector,

couple of laser
microscopes.

You know, bunch of other
stuff I've never heard of.

All right, so
the vic was in here

when the robbery
went down.

Yeah. Wrong place,
wrong time.

Guy gets bonked
in the head

and then turned into human soup.
That's smart.

Get rid of any evidence
on the body

they could trace back, right?

Guy's stealing
fancy microscopes,

probably know a thing
or two about DNA.

Okay, things just
got interesting.

HPD found the stolen
lab gear in a Dumpster

three blocks from here.

I'm thinking this
was a murder staged

to look like
a robbery.

CSU just finished
processing the point of entry

and determined the door was
broken from the inside.

Okay, so the killer had
access to this place

but did not want us
to know that.

Mm-hmm, and according to
campus security,

there are over 300 students
and faculty members

with keycard access
to this lab.

Then every one of them
is a suspect.

This is a huge blow
to the university.

Professor Cutler wasn't
just a brilliant educator

and researcher--
he was ohana,

a member
of the O'ahu State family.

Okay, well someone in
his ohana wanted him dead.

We've determined that
the robbery was staged.

What?
Professor Cutler was killed

by somebody who had
access to the lab.

Who would've wanted to do
something like that?

Well, Mr. Roth, you're
chairman of the department.

We were hoping
you could tell us.

There you go.

List of every student
and faculty member

with lab access.

Thanks. So did Professor
Cutler use the lab often?

I'd say so. Once these
guys get published,

half their time is spent
writing and researching.

Then it falls on teaching
assistants like me

to pick up the slack
in the classroom.

Bram, do you know what
he was working on

in the lab
last night?

No. Been spending a lot
of late nights there.

Keeping weird hours.

But then there's a lot about
the professor's behavior

that seemed odd lately.

Really? How so?

Well, he started
missing lectures.

When he did show up,
he seemed distracted.

I asked him if
everything was okay,

and he told me to
mind my own business.

There was one incident
a couple of days ago,

but I'm quite certain
it was nothing.

Why don't you let us
make that call?

I heard yelling.

When I looked outside,
I saw a student

storming out of Joel's office.

She was crying
and she seemed very upset.

Does this student
have a name?

I'm sure she does,
but I don't know what it is.

All I can tell you
is she was about five-two

with brown hair
and dark colored eyes.

Did the professor say what
the argument was about?

Joel was a very private person.

I never asked him
about his personal life.

Whoa, whoa, a female student
comes out of his office

with tears in her eyes--
how's that a personal matter?

Wait a minute,
I never meant to insinuate...

You just did.

Look, your friend is dead,

so why don't you stop
trying to protect him.

If you know something,
you need to tell us.

Right now.

Joel had a way of connecting
with his students;

making complex ideas
understandable.

Intellect like that can be very
alluring to a young woman.

You should've seen the way
they looked at him.

He ever cross the line?

I have my suspicions.

But if I had found out
that he was sleeping

with a student,
I would have had to fire him.

That's why I just never asked.

♪ Unskinny bop,
just blows me away ♪

♪ Unskinny bop ♪

♪ All night and day ♪

♪ Unskinny bop, bop, bop ♪

♪ She just loves to play ♪

♪ Unskinny bop,
got nothin' more to say... ♪

You got to be kidding.

Aloha, Mrs. Min.

Your husband wanted
to surprise you

with a late lunch.

Consider me surprised.

What kind of two-star dump
you putting me up in here?

Bathroom doesn't even
have a flat iron.

About time.
I'm starving.

All right, first of all,
cross your legs.

Okay, second of all,
I don't know how

Excuse me, brotha.
you managed this,

but I am not signing
for this food.

You tell 'em, sister.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Bruddah, you call these
jumbo shrimp?

They're small,
they're rubbery,

and they got no flavor.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I can't take
the food back now.

Okay, if it's that bad,
why are you still eating it?

And a better question is,

what the hell
are you doing here?

Sang called me from the joint.
Said he needed some

fresh threads for his court
date. Check it out.

Check those lapels, huh?

Tony Montana style.

Made to measure, brah.

My tailor is the best
on the Island.

I don't buy nothing
off the rack no more.

I'm sure you don't.

Oh, you think
this is funny?

Yesterday,
you were sitting in a supermax

in Virginia
'cause half the bad guys

on this island wanted you dead.

And now, you're back.

And there are some very
dangerous people

who do not want you
testifying tomorrow.

So, I'd quit treating this place
like a hospitality suite.

Okay, I'm just curious.

How many people did you invite?

I'm not expecting no one else.

Oh, thank God.

Jason Parker

from the office of the
prosecuting attorney.

I'm here to prep the witness

for his testimony
tomorrow.

Officer Decker here
will relieve you

of duty while we prepare.

He's all yours.

This is where you work?

Yeah.
Not bad.

Oh, bitchin' computer.

No, hey...
You got Minesweeper on this thing?

Ho, ho, hey.
Stop. Stop.

Stop. Please,
go wait in my office,

okay?
What am I supposed to do in there?

I don't know.

Why don't you go meditate

on the poor life decisions
you've made,

maybe think about how you can
turn it all around.

Please.

Okay.

It's like, uh,

house-training a puppy.

I mean, the kid has
zero impulse control.

Guys, I got a voice mail

you need to hear.

This came through on
Professor Cutler's cell phone

two days ago.

You can't do this to me.

If you keep ignoring me,

there will be consequences.

As far as threats go,
that's not subtle.

We identify the caller?

Yeah, number came back
to a Rebecca Fine.

She's a senior
in Cutler's advanced chem class.

Five foot two,
brown hair, brown eyes.

Matches the description
of the student

that was seen leaving
Cutler's office in tears.

Mm-hmm, and she had access
to the lab.

According to Cutler's
teaching assistant,

he had been spending
a lot of late hours there.

Okay, okay, let me
take a stab at this.

So, Cutler is

getting cute with, uh,
young Rebecca here.

Uh, they're using

the lab for, um,
late-night hookups.

Relationship goes south,
he tries to end it

and Rebecca kills him.

I like it.

Let's see what Rebecca's
got to say about it.

Now-now, this...

Now, this is the best thing
I've ever seen.

What?

Thank you.

What?
What is it?

Oh, it's our own

Danny Williams.

Oh.
As Mr. November in the 1998

Newark Police
Academy

calendar.

Look at you, buddy.

I was young,
this was for charity.

Where did you get this?

Uh, I believe you
just e-mailed it to me.

No, I didn't.
Yeah,

you just e-mailed it to me, too.

And, it looks like
you e-mailed it

to everybody
in your address book.

Get up.

Stand up.

Stand up, stand up.

Do you think that is funny?

You know Grace
is on that e-mail?

Oh... my bad, man.

I know how scarring it could be
for a kid to see that photo.

Your calendar hung
in our kitchen for years.

Mom thought it was the biggest
deal when you became a cop.

Oh, that's good.
Well, at least

somebody in the family
is making her proud,

right?

That's low, dude.

Oh, it's low?
Suck it up, okay?

While you are-- look at me

when I'm talking to you--
while you are here,

you are going to be living

in what is called
the real world.

That means,
you act like an idiot,

and I am gonna call you out.

Now, you can go
back to New Jersey,

and you can continue
to waste away your life.

Or, you can say here and you can
maybe learn something.

It's your choice.

But please know,

please know that
unlike your mother,

I am not a pushover, okay?

You pull another stunt like that
again, and I am not

going to be as courteous as
I am being right now, you dig?

Yeah.

Ready?

Let's go, I got
a case to work.

Let's go. You're gonna
like this, I promise.

♪ ♪

I need to rethink my decision
to skip college.

Easy, there, tiger.

Kelly, your dads are here

to pick you up.

Those aren't my dads.

I'm sorry.

You think I look old enough
to be her father?

That's the... that's the
part you bumped on?

You were right.

This is definitely
worth coming for.

Okay, excuse me.

We're looking for
Rebecca Fine.

Is she here?
Yeah.

Becky's room's upstairs.

Second door on the right.

All right, thank you.

You guys go ahead,
I don't want to...

get in your way.

Okay. Behave
yourself, please.

Yup.

How you doing, baby doll?

What's going on?

Go away!

Rebecca, this is
Commander McGarrett of Five-O.

Open the door.

One second.

I'm just getting changed.

You buying that?

No.

Window.

Rebecca, stop!

Well, this is definitely
a first.

How do you want to play it?

Shoot her tires out.

You don't get a vote.

Rebecca, pull over.

No.

Please?

No!

Okay, that didn't work.

You guys are making
a huge mistake.

My dad's a
big-time lawyer.

He's gonna own
this entire building

by the time he's through
with you.

Hmm. How do you... how
do you figure that?

This is textbook
police harassment.

You can't just arrest someone

and then keep them in a dungeon

for no reason.

You can't do this to me.

If you keep ignoring me,
there will be consequences.

So, we got a witness
who saw you storming out of

Joe Cutler's office in tears.

The next day,
you leave this message.

Day after that,

he's dead.

This is crazy, because I didn't

kill him.
Really?

Then why'd you run
when we came to look for you?

I'm not saying anything else
without my lawyer.

You mean, uh,
your daddy, right?

Excuse me, guys.

Rebecca Fine...

I believe this is yours.

See, after your arrest, HPD
showed up to search your room

and it was flooded.

It seems that the toiled
got clogged

when you tried to flush
your stash.

Ah.

So, that's why you ran.

You have no idea
the pressure I'm under.

Midterms are this week,

and I have been up
for days studying.

I just...
I needed a little boost,

so I bought some prescription
uppers off of a friend.

It was the only way I could
keep up with all the cheaters.

Cheaters?

What are you talking about?

Kids in my advanced chem class
are cheating.

Someone's been selling them
the exams.

That's why I went to go see
Professor Cutler.

And why I left him that message.

I was just trying to get him
to do something about it.

But he ignored you,
is that right?

He said he'd
look into it,

but he couldn't do anything

unless there was proof.

Then he told me
to focus on acing the midterm,

totally disregarding that
the class is graded on a curve

and the cheaters were
dragging my grade down.

I mean, this is my future
we're talking about.

Do you know how much
of an impact even a few

tenths of a GPA
point can have on your

ability to get
into med school?

I have no idea. Tell me.

It's the difference
between Johns Hopkins and...

a state school.

Oh, horrible.

Got it.

Hey.

That was Max.

He just finished autopsying
Cutler's body.

Based on the skull fractures,

to inflict that kind of damage,

he's saying the killer had to
have been at least 190 pounds.

Okay, Rebecca is definitely
not our killer.

And this cheating business
changes everything.

If Cutler was

looking into it,
maybe one of his students

killed him to avoid being
expelled.

Wow, I mean, college
is a lot more cutthroat

than I remember.

I just talked to Fong.

He found spyware
on Cutler's work computer.

It was used to pull a bunch
of files off the hard drive.

Okay, well,
that would explain

how the seller got his hands
on the exams.

Fong know who hacked the computer?
No.

That's a dead end,
the spyware was untraceable.

Okay, we need to find
a kid that's cheating

and roll him to get the name

of the guy who sold the exam.

Want to know
who's cheating?

What'd you do?

Did you get some scoop
from the sorority girls?

No.

I was just gonna say,

you could check the transcripts.

See whose grades
spiked the most.

Chances are, they're cheating.

Kid's got a point.

I'll wait out here.

This is, uh, college.

It's not a virus,
you cannot catch it.

Go.
Okay.

Hey.

Tyler Brown, come on down.

Let's go.

All right, stop.

I'm in the middle
of writing a midterm,

what's this about?
What's this about? I'll tell you

what it's about,
it's about your grades.

All right, one day,
you're about to drop out

of this place, the next
day you're gunning for

the dean's list.

What's your secret?

Just started applying myself,
I guess.

Oh, yeah?
Well.. whoa, what are you doing?

You need a nickel that bad,
I'll lend you one, okay?

Your boy here

chucked this can on the way out.
Look at this.

Drinks. One of the few
things you can take

into a test.

See, you mock up a fake label
with an answer key on it,

no one looks twice.

That's good.

Nice catch, E-Train.

Thanks.

Please, Steve.

Look at that.

Okay, dopey,
who'd you buy the exam from?

♪ ♪

I think my ribs are broken.

Yeah?
Uh-huh.

Well, next time a cop
calls your name, don't run.

Seriously...
it hurts when I breathe.

Then breathe less.

Come on, get up.
Turn around.

A little excessive,

don't you think, guys?

I mean, all I did
was sell some exams.

Oh, you forgot about the part
where you brained your boss

and dumped him
into an acid bath.

What? You guys think
I killed Professor Cutler?

Yes, we do.

No. Look, I'll admit,

Cutler was not my
favorite person.

I mean, he was so wrapped up
in his research, I was basically

teaching the class for him.

I gave his lectures,
graded the papers and exams,

I figured for all
that extra work

I was due some
compensation.

Right. So, you hacked
his computer for the exams.

He finds out you're selling
them, then you kill him.

Huh?
No, I didn't kill him.

And I certainly didn't
hack his computer,

because I wrote
all those exams myself.

Cutler was so checked out,

he never even asked to see them.

All right, thank you.

T.A.'s story checks out.

Got three other faculty members

vouching for the fact
that he did

write the exams for the class.
Well, that means

Cutler's computer was hacked
for something else.

Yeah, but for what?

I mean, he's skipping class,

he's spending late nights
in the lab,

and we got no evidence of
this so-called research project

that he's been working on.

Maybe he was hiding it.

What do you mean?
I mean, if he knew

there was spyware
on his computer,

he probably started
being careful.

Maybe he didn't keep
his work at the office.

Nah, HPD already
checked the house,

and they came up with nothing.

I don't mean to besmirch
the good people of the

Honolulu Police Department,
but it is possible

they missed something.
"Besmirch"?

Yeah. I'm just saying,
hypothetically speaking,

if I was hiding something
in my mother's house...

...which I am not...

...I'd make sure the cops

had to tear the place apart
to find it.

And I'm no chemistry genius.

Kid's been on a
roll, lately.

Might be worth
a second look.

Fine. Fine, but you're still
waiting in the car.

What else is new?

You hear that?

Yeah, Danny, I hear it.
I have ears.

It's a reasonable
question.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's coming from
behind this bookcase.

Lock's busted.

Hydroponic grow room.

Lights are on timers.

They must have been off
when HPD did their sweep.

That's why they
didn't hear it.

Okay, um,
been my experience here,

but I think the grow room
usually means one thing, no?

Yeah, but this isn't marijuana.
I can see that.

What is it?
I don't know.

Whatever it is,
is was worth killing for.

And of course,
this is Charlie.

He's a crime
scene technician.

He uses science

to provide our investigations
with new and helpful leads.

Just like he's about
to do now. Right, Charlie?

That's the idea.

Oh, sweet thermal
cycler, dude.

How do you know

what that is?

Duh. Discovery
Channel.

You can learn
a lot from TV.

That's weird.

DNA analysis matched the sample
to a species

called Kawaihae hibiscadelphus.

What's so weird about it?

Well, what's weird is,
it's been thought

to be extinct
for about 200 years.

Which means your victim either
found a very rare specimen,

or he brought it back to life.

It's pretty cool, right?

I don't understand it.

How did our vic get his hands
on an extinct plant?

We don't know yet,
but the real question is,

why did it get him killed?

Anyway, how are things going
on your end?

I'm back at the room now.

I just have to get Sang Min
to court in the morning.

Then I ship his greasy mullet
back to the mainland.

All right, hang in there, cuz.

Yeah.

What happened?

Sneaky bastard blindsided us.
He's gone.

I think I found out

how our victim got
a hold of that plant.

I combed through
Cutler's financials,

and over the past six months,
he's been booking

regular hunting trips.

Now, the thing about that is,

he doesn't own a hunting license

or even own a gun.

Guy must have sucked
at hunting, huh?

I don't think
it was about the hunting.

I think it was about
where he was going.

Where was that?

Niihau.

Right. Niihau.

I obviously know

what you're talking about,
but for the kid's sake,

why don't you explain
what that place is?

Right.

Niihau is the northernmost
island of Hawaii.

It's also the largest
private island in the world.

Wait. Some dude owns his own
private island in Hawaii?

That's pretty pimp.
Yeah, well,

it's been owned
by the same family since 1864.

And they allow
a small population

of about a hundred native
Hawaiians to live there.

Yup, no longer as interesting.

They live entirely off the land.

They have no telephones,
no running water.

And the only way
outsiders can visit is

through one of these exclusive
hunting trips.

It's also home

to thousands of plant species

that exist nowhere else
in the world.

So what are we thinking?
Cutler-- he goes over there

looking for this extinct plant,
uh, he finds it,

and somehow, it gets him killed?

Locals call it the
Forbidden Island for a reason.

If anybody saw Cutler taking
plants from there illegally,

I'm sure they wouldn't
take too kindly to it.

All right, we need

to retrace Cutler's steps,

see who might have caught on
to his secret.

First place
we need to start is Niihau.

Okay, owners have a foreman
who oversees operations.

I'll call ahead
and get us cleared

for helicopter transport.

I get to ride in a helicopter?

No.
Finally, something cool happens.

No, no, no, you're not...

You're not riding
in a helicopter. I apologize.

We will stay here.
Uh, I'll do some work

on Cutler's computer.
We find out who hacked it,

maybe we'll get our killer.
Wait a minute.

Crime lab said
that's a dead end.

I know. I got a guy.

Why don't you just admit,
you don't like flying with me?

Okay, I don't like flying
with you. Have a safe flight.

We get two or three
hunting parties

coming through
here every day.

Once they
touch down,

- the hunters are on their own.
- Well, the guy

we're looking for
has been here nine times

in the past three months.

You recognize him?
Honestly, when they're all

geared up in camo and guns,
it's hard to tell them apart.

Oh, this guy wasn't
here to hunt.

We think he was splitting off on
his own to explore the island.

Well, if that's the case,
it's hard to imagine

he'd have gone unnoticed.

You should try
asking the locals.

But I got to warn you.

They're a little
wary of outsiders.

We'll give it a shot.

He would go into the jungle
on his own.

We've also seen smoke
coming from the same area,

about three miles north.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Not for a few days.

But the smoke was
there this morning.

Thank you for your help.

She recognized Cutler.

A number of the locals saw him
heading out

into the jungle just on his own.

They also saw smoke

coming from a spot about
three miles due north of here.

Must be where
Cutler's laying up, right?

Mm-hmm. Exactly, and
apparently, they saw smoke

there this morning, which means
somebody else is out there.

And that somebody else
could be our killer.

I need you to call back
all the hunting parties

that are currently
on the island.

We're going after a suspect.

We don't want anybody getting
in the way.

Hold on a second.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
wait in the car. I get it.

No, no. I, uh...

I, uh... I was thinking about
what I said to you this morning,

and, um, I want to tell you
that I-I think it was wrong.

I want to apologize.

You mean when you were ragging
on my nickname?

'Cause I've gotten over that.

Can you just shut up
for two seconds, please?

I am trying to
be serious, okay?

Okay, uh...
now, this, um...

This may be hard
to believe, um,

but, um, there was
a time in my life--

albeit a very brief one-- when
I was not so different from you.

Okay? I thought
I was a tough guy.

I got myself into
some trouble.

Uh, difference is,
I had a-a father around

to, uh, kick my ass, set me
straight when I got out of line.

Now, your mother, she
is an amazing person,

and she loves
you very much,

but she's completely
and utterly incapable

of getting tough with you

and telling you the things
that you need to hear.

Which at this point
in your life is,

you've, um...
accomplished nothing of note.

And have zero
value to society.

Is this normally
how you apologize?

'Cause you may want
to rethink the approach.

Right.

Your mother,
uh, she expects more of you.

Eric, I expect more of you.

But more important
than all of that,

you should expect more
from yourself.

Hmm?

You're right.

Hmm. You want to
repeat that, please?

No.

Uh-huh. Huh.

You, uh... you
did good today.

Why don't you come, uh, get
my back? How about that?

Really?
Yeah.

All right!

♪ ♪

Hello, hombres.

Who are you?

I'm the guy

who lives here in the house,
whose door you just knocked on.

- Who are you?
- Hey.

We ask the questions.

Hey, chill, bro.

My name's Bullwinkle.

Oh, okay, right.

You're, um,
Toast's roommate.

Uh, is he home?

Yeah.

Okay, good.
Can I speak to him, please?

No, I meant, like, home home,
in Baltimore.

He went back
for his sister's Bat Mitzvah.

I don't believe this.

I know.
It's crazy, right?

12 years old,
and already a woman,

according to the laws of Moses.

Little young, no?

Anyway, mazel tov.

Where are my manners?

Would you like the first hit?

Uh, I, uh... I would,

except I'm on duty, you see,
so I can't do that.

Oy. What, are you gonna,
like, arrest me now?

That all depends on how good
are you with computers.

Based on all
these broken branches,

somebody came through here
recently.

I'd say

we're in the right place.

Hey! Hey!

Hands in the air!
Five-O!

Put it down right now.

Drop it.

Put it down.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

My name's Dr. Brian Stephens.

I'm a botanist. I'm-I'm just
doing a little research here.

Can you at least
lower your weapons?

We'll lower the weapons

when you tell us
how you know Joel Cutler.

Oh, look, I-I... Guys, I know
I'm not supposed to be here,

but can you leave Joel
out of it?

He's just trying
to help me out.

Joel Cutler is dead.

Joel and I were roommates
at Stanford. Uh...

I went on to work
as a botanist

for an agricultural
engineering firm, and...

Well, then, three years ago,
everything changed,

when my son, Avery--
he was diagnosed

with a degenerative disease.

Adrenoleukodystrophy.

Yeah. I'd never
heard of it, either.

It's very rare. It...

It affects about one
in every 100,000.

And ever since
my son's diagnosis, well,

I've dedicated my life

to beating the disease.

Okay, so that's... that's why

you're out here--
searching for a cure?

It's taken me some time,
but I...

I think I found it.

Kawaihae hibiscadelphus.

Its alkaloidal compounds

might have the key
to beating the disease.

But I couldn't
have done this alone.

So Cutler was helping you.

That's why he was
coming out here

and why he had samples
of this plant on O'ahu.

Yeah. Joel was a...
an amazing chemist.

He could see things

in the data that I could
never have found.

And now he's dead
because of me.

Who else knew

what you guys were onto?

No one.

We didn't want anyone to know
where we discovered it.

Well, somebody found out.

Dude?

Why do you have so much
ranch dressing?

Uh, because
it's delicious?

Would you please stop?

Please let him
concentrate.

Come here.

Come over here.
All right. Yeah.

Pretty sneaky, but...

you cannot hide from me.

Gotcha.

Gotcha?

What do you got?

If I tell you,
can I keep my pineapple bong?

What bong?

What we got here
is a Trojan horse virus.

It was embedded
in an e-mail attachment.

Once it was opened,

it gave the sender
remote access to the computer.

Okay, good. I need to know
who sent the e-mail.

You got it.

Hey, Danny, any luck
with the computer?

I'd say so.

We just figured out
who killed Cutler.

Who?

You are not gonna believe this.

Okay, the virus on Cutler's
computer was embedded

in an e-mail attachment
sent from...

Patrick Roth.

His boss at the university.

He sent it as a memo

to the entire
chemistry department, so he

could keep tabs on everybody.

Roth must have gotten

sick and tired of
watching his employees

publish papers
and cash in.

He sees that Cutler is
onto something big,

he kills him so he can
claim it as his own.

All right, I'll pick him up.

All right. Chin and I
are heading back now.

All right. Got it.

That was Danny.

HPD's still
looking for Roth.

Nobody at his office
knows where he is.

Commander,
I rounded up

all of the hunting parties,

but one person is
still unaccounted for.

We've tried radioing him,
but he's not responding.

You got a name?
According to the tour operator,

his name is Patrick Roth.

Roth must have found out Cutler

wasn't working alone.
Yeah, and now he's come out here

to take Stephens
out, too.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You even knock
on the door?

When I found out she
changed her name,

I figured it was
just for safety.

You know, with guys
out gunning for me,

she don't want that blowing
back on her and the boy.

But now that
I seen this...

...I realize it's me
she's protecting herself from.

You know what
I don't get?

Is that you agreed
to testify

just so you could
track down your ex-wife,

but... even if
she took you back,

I mean, you knew it wasn't
gonna be happily ever after.

You had to know that

we were gonna
catch you eventually.

I didn't even think about that.

I just...

I just wanted to see her again.

You can take me back

to jail now.

I'll make you
a deal.

You follow through
with the testimony tomorrow,

and I'll pull some strings
and get you transferred

back to Halawa.

That way at least
you can be close.

I busted the prosecuting
attorney's head pretty good,

and I don't see him
cutting me no breaks.

That was the deputy
prosecuting attorney.

I can sell the transfer by getting
you placed in maximum security.

It's harder to escape,
and also...

it'll protect you from all the guys
who want you dead.

It won't do any good.

She's never gonna
forgive me.

You never know.

People have a way
of surprising sometimes.

How can a girl who's so spicy
also be so sweet, huh?

Don't make me change
my mind. Let's go.

♪ ♪

That was an excellent move.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, guys.

Just thought I'd come
and see how you two are doing.

Avery, this is
Commander McGarrett

with Five-O.

It's nice to meet you, sir.

Well, the honor's
all mine, Avery.

Your dad's told me
what a brave kid you are.

You mind if I steal
your dad away for a second?

No.

You got a sec?

Yeah.
Good to meet you.

It's good to
meet you, sir.

What's this?

It's a letter,

signed by the governor,

giving you permission
to carry on your research

on Niihau for
as long as it takes.

Thank you, thank you.

You're welcome.

You okay?

Yeah. I think I know what
I want to do in my life.

Want to be a cop?
No!

The job is way too stressful.

Oh.

I want to work in a crime lab.

That's a very good
career, Eric.

It'd be nice.

You need some sort of degree
to do that?

I don't think so.

You watch the Discovery
Channel, right?

Should be okay.
You know?

Mm-hmm, that's good.

Come on.

I'll buy you
a loco moco.

A what?!

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