Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Ha'awe Make Loa - full transcript
McGarrett discovers that a botched bank robbery actually wasn't about the money, while Danny protects a Victoria's Secret supermodel who has been threatened by a stalker.
- Next in line.
- After you.
- I can help who's next.
- Please, be my guest.
Okay, thanks.
- Next, please.
- Oh, Window 3 is open.
Next customer, please.
- Aloha, Max.
- Hello, Sabrina.
Another deposit? Must be Friday.
You know, Max, you can always
set your account up for direct deposit
and you won't have the hassle
of coming in the bank every week.
Your time-saving assessment
is quite correct.
I've had this thought myself,
but eventually decided against it.
Oh, yeah? Why is that?
FBI crime data shows a spike
in Internet banking fraud.
Most notably
in direct-deposit scams,
which is turning out to be
quite troublesome.
Here I thought the reason you came in
every week was to see me.
It is. Oh, uh--
I-- I mean, uh, yes,
you are the reason why I come in.
I was just looking for, uh,
the right moment to ask you for your...
For your phone number.
I'm free on Saturday. I was thinking
maybe we could get some sushi.
Yes, I believe my social calendar can
accommodate such an engagement.
How would 8:00 be?
I know of a great sushi place.
Serves raw fish with rice
and cooked things as well--
- Everybody, get down!
- Aah!
On the ground!
On the floor, face down! Let's go!
What, are you deaf? Hit the deck.
- Now!
- Get down, now!
You.
Empty the drawer,
put all the money in the bag now.
Quickly! Don't try anything stupid.
Nobody moves, you understand?
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt.
Let's go, lady. Quicker, please.
- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!
- Hey!
What did I say?
Get down on the floor, man!
Empty the till and hand me the bag.
Now hit the deck.
You lie flat. Nobody moves.
- For three minutes!
- Three minutes! You hear that?
Nobody!
You. You're coming with me.
- No, no! Help me!
- You try to run,
and I will put a bullet in your head.
Do you understand?
- You're coming with me.
- Hey, watch out!
Where the hell were you? Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
Don't move!
Call 911!
Someone get an ambulance now!
Hang in there.
We have help coming.
I need you to stay calm!
Help is on the way!
Just hang with me here, sir.
You're gonna be all right.
Somebody got shot.
- Send an ambulance.
- Max?
Sabrina?
- You looking for someone?
- Yeah, we are.
- We're looking for Arlo.
- Arlo?
- It's cool, Behati. I got them.
- Are you sure?
They look like a couple of dangerous
types. Maybe I should frisk them.
Ha-ha-ha.
- Yeah? No?
Nice to meet you guys.
- You too.
- You too.
That flirt's getting into trouble
all the time.
Oh, she was just kidding
about the pat-down?
Okay, you know what? For your sake,
I really hope Gabby comes back soon.
- That's funny.
- Guys, thanks for coming down.
I got a situation that's a little bit
above my pay grade.
All right, what do you got?
So I was doing my usual
security sweep
and I found this in the models'
makeup trailer this morning.
"You won't ignore me anymore."
- Who was it addressed to?
- That's the thing. We don't know.
I got a number of girls in for the show
tomorrow. Could be any of them.
- Ever had a stalking incident before?
- Nothing.
I got two guys
going through the fan mail
to make sure
we didn't miss anything.
Excuse me a second. It's McGarrett.
Okay, you got it.
We're on the way.
- Feel very old, Arlo.
- Nah.
All right, we caught a case.
Well, uh, why don't I stay here
with Arlo,
and you can take care of
the, uh, other thing?
Why are you giving me a look?
They called you, not me.
- I could really use the help with this.
- You'll get the help.
Steve, beat it. I got this.
- Ooh, oh. Do me a favor.
- What?
Drop this off by Fong,
get a handwriting analysis.
Absolutely, Detective Williams.
Anything else I can do for you?
That's it.
You need anything else?
- That's it.
- We're good, Steve. Thank you.
Just behave yourself.
Single gunshot wound
to the abdomen.
Her stomach's distended,
she's tachycardic.
Call ahead, notify the trauma team.
Let them know there's a patient coming
in who needs surgery right away.
Max, hey. I heard you were inside
when it happened.
- You all right?
- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
Commander, I know you'll
need a statement from me right away,
but I just need to get to the hospital.
Bank patron, Jim Rogers was here
and then he rushed one of the gunmen
after they took a woman hostage.
- That was smart.
- Or gutsy. Probably saved her life.
- The gun went off during the struggle?
- It was a single round.
Discharged into Jim's chest.
Injury was a through-and-through.
The bullet must have hit the second
victim after exiting Jim's body.
Max seemed pretty affected
about this whole thing.
- Know anything about the second vic?
- Yeah, bank teller, 28.
Her name is Sabrina Lane.
Apparently Max was coming in
to see her
once a week
for the past several months.
Max has a girlfriend?
Yeah, Romeo's been
holding out on us.
How bad are her injuries?
Shot in the abdomen,
lost a lot of blood. Too soon to tell.
Now, the bank manager says
that only $5,000
was taken by the robbers,
all from the teller drawers.
Never even made a move for
the bank vault or safety-deposit boxes.
Anyone get a look at these guys?
No, everyone was face-down
to the ground, eyes to the floor.
Then the gun went off
and it was chaos.
Let's pull footage from all
these cameras, see what they tell us.
Thanks.
That was Max.
Jim Rogers is out of surgery.
- He'll be all right.
- What about Sabrina?
No update on her condition.
She's still under the knife.
You guys need to see this.
So, I reviewed the bank's
surveillance footage.
Both of the cameras had a perfect
vantage point, but we got one problem.
Something wrong with the cameras?
No, according to the bank,
they're functioning perfectly.
Okay, then I just have to ask,
where are their heads?
That's what I was gonna ask you.
Mr. Fong, you have any luck
getting a usable image?
Unfortunately, no.
And I don't think I'm gonna be able to.
But there is something
you can help me outwith.
Here. Put this on.
- Seriously?
- Mm-hm.
It's for demonstration purposes only,
so, please, indulge me.
How do I look?
Now stand under
that surveillance camera.
Oh, whoa.
Now take it off.
What's the trick?
Infrared radiation.
Invisible to the naked eye,
yet disruptive to CCD sensors
like the ones in video cameras.
Okay, so I take it these aren't
rhinestones.
Infrared LEDs.
Our suspects must have sewn them
into the shirts, very high-tech.
Okay, so maybe this bank robbery
wasn't amateur hour after all.
But if that's the case,
then why only take 5 grand?
- Hello.
- Hey.
- Behati, right?
- That's right.
- Hey. Danny.
- This is Nina.
- Hi, Nina.
- Hi.
- Monique.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Danny. Nice to meet you guys.
- Nice to meet you.
- Let me guess.
- You're a cop?
- Yes, I'm a cop. What gave it away?
Slacks and a button-down.
Aha. Well, at least
I'm not wearing a tie, right?
- How old is your daughter?
- How'd you know I got a daughter?
- Run a background check on me?
- No, you have glitter on your shirt.
Oh. Yeah, she's, uh...
She's obsessed with the stuff.
- Do you have any pictures?
- Of my daughter?
- Yeah.
- My pride and joy.
- I got plenty of pictures.
- Show us.
- Wanna see?
- Yes, please.
- Join us on the couch.
- Right here?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Let's see. This is Grace
when she was--
Hello. When she was 3. This is her
when she was just a little baby girl.
Oh, my gosh, she's so cute.
- She's pretty, right?
- Her mother must be gorgeous.
Her mother's a very pretty lady,
but people say that she looks like me.
I don't see it.
- You don't, huh? Huh.
- No.
I'm kidding.
I'm just busting your stones.
- That's very nice.
- Heh.
You guys, this is, um,
my most favorite day of all time
in the history of my life,
but I do have a purpose here.
I have to ask you guys some
questions, privately, one at a time.
- Who wants to go first?
- Me.
Okay, good.
I've got a lot of ex-boyfriends,
a lot of ex-managers.
I bet you do,
but at the risk of sounding indelicate,
which one of them do you think
would like to see your head
hanging on a wall?
Franco. Definitely Franco.
- Ha. Does Franco have a last name?
- Angeleco.
Franco Angeleco,
the race car driver?
Wasn't he, uh, killed in a Grand Prix
last year?
Yeah. He hated me
for breaking up with him.
I mean, I was thinking more along
the lines of somebody more current.
That's not what you asked me,
detective.
You asked who didn't like me.
Franco was the only person
I could think of.
People think it's easy what we do,
you know,
just stand there and look pretty,
but it's a whole mindset.
I'm not just selling a product,
I'm selling a fantasy.
So many times people confuse
the fantasy with reality.
They think that they know you.
That, you know, the girl in the
magazine and on TV is really me.
They don't understand
it's just a persona I take on,
and that can be really
scary sometimes.
Police have confirmed two people...
I should have done something.
Done what? They had guns.
When the customer rushed the robber,
I could have helped him.
Maybe Sabrina wouldn't have
gotten shot.
Max, listen to me, okay?
You're in a life-threatening situation,
everything's moving so fast,
a hundred miles an hour.
Don't second-guess yourself.
Sabrina's here. She's alive right now.
If you hadn't have been there
to help her, she might not be.
Okay?
What'll you tell her, Jim?
You tried to play hero and got shot?
Come on, Donna,
I just want a few minutes with Megan.
Is that too much to ask?
Jim, you walked out on us
six years ago.
The fact that we're even here
is a big deal.
Excuse us. Pardon the intrusion.
Hi, I'm Steve McGarrett.
This is Officer Kalakaua.
We're with Five-0.
How you feeling, sir?
Um...
- I've been better.
- Yeah, I bet.
I hope you guys understand
the time-sensitive nature of this case.
If you're up to it, we need to ask you
a couple of questions,
- if that's okay.
- It's fine. I was just leaving.
- Donna, would you--?
- Bye, Jim.
Let's go, Megan.
But I didn't get to say
goodbye to Daddy.
Come on.
Pretty confident I can spot
an ex-wife when I see one.
You got it.
She's still listed
as my emergency contact.
Actually kind of get the feeling she was
a little disappointed I made it through.
- That bad, huh?
- Yeah.
Whatever happened
to forgive and forget, right?
Look, um, the nurse told me
that someone else was shot.
The bullet went in and out of me?
Yeah, it was a bank teller.
Ugh.
- Is she okay?
- It's too soon to tell, sir.
We were hoping that you might be able
to help us catch the guys who did this.
Yeah, yeah, anything I can do.
Okay, um, well, the security footage
from inside the bank wasn't much help.
But it appeared that you got a look at
the shooter when his mask came off?
Yeah, it's all such a blur, I mean...
It happened so fast, but, yeah,
I kind of remember his face.
Okay, excellent.
We'd like to get you together
with a sketch artist.
Maybe get a composite
out there to the media,
hopefully generate a lead,
maybe even get an ID.
Yeah, absolutely.
Don't you think it's a little strange
the gunman grabbed the hostage
before the police arrived?
Well, not if they thought someone
hit the silent alarm
and then they wanted insurance
making their break.
They controlled the floor.
No one had a chance to hit the alarm.
They grabbed a hostage
thinking if the cops did show,
They wouldn't have
to go back and get one.
I don't know. What do you got?
So, H.P.D. recovered the backpack
used in the robbery.
- Whereabouts?
- Bushes along the Pali Highway.
And here's the fun part.
All the cash was still inside.
Robbers must've ditched it
after the dye pack went off.
Okay, so two innocent people shot
and all over nothing.
Yeah, tell me about it.
I sent it to Fong for processing,
he came back with a print.
All right, we get an ID?
Yeah, Makani Jacobs,
23, long sheet.
But all for small-time muggings
and liquor store jobs.
Never taken on anything big
like a bank heist before.
Five-0! Open up!
Psychedelics, firearms.
Looks like we missed the party.
Maybe not.
Hey, Makani Jacobs?
- Hey, Five-0.
- Hands in the air.
Okay, lower them just a little.
Yeah, that's good.
Where you going, buddy? Hey.
- Hey, where you going?
- He's running.
Where you going? Hey! Oh, man.
Hey!
Got a suspect traveling on foot
heading south on Koke Street.
What's he wearing? Nothing.
That's right, he's bare-ass naked.
Hey, he)'-
Your turn, fair's fair.
Fair? It's not fair. How is this fair?
Pu-- Ugh.
Put your hands behind your back.
And keep your legs closed.
You look like you can use a cup
of coffee and a sandwich.
Don't worry.
She's not going anywhere.
I'm fine, thank you.
Her folks are flying in,
but they're not gonna be here
for another several hours.
So I figured I'd be here
when she wakes up.
May I help with that?
Sure.
Hey, I got your message.
What's going on?
You ID my stalker yet or what?
System kicked back a hit
on the handwriting.
- Okay, who is he?
- It's not a "he."
It's a "she."
Name's Denise Pope, L.A. resident.
She was arrested two years ago
for attacking a movie star.
Cut her bad
before they managed to arrest her.
- Why isn't she in jail now?
- Good lawyer got her committed
to a minimum-security psych home
in Camarillo.
Only it didn't hold.
I reached out to the director.
Turns out she went AWOL
two weeks ago.
All right, um, run facial recognition
on all security cameras at the airport.
- Okay.
- I'm on it.
Hey, Arlo, it's Detective Williams.
Let me ask you a question.
You ever heard of a girl named
Denise Pope?
No? Okay, ask the girls, because
I think she might be our stalker.
- Got something.
- All right, I'll call you back. Goodbye.
- What's up?
- She's here, Danny.
She flew in three days ago
under the alias Janice Meeks.
Janice Meeks.
We need to find her now, okay?
We already got you on indecent
exposure and possession, Makani.
We still got a problem,
it's a big problem,
because that's nothing
compared to bank robbery.
Okay, so jail time, no doubt,
but you play it clean from here on in,
maybe we can help you.
Pfft. Oh, man.
I wanna help, I really do,
but like I said, I don't know nothing
about robbing banks.
You don't know or you can't remember
because your cerebral cortex
is fried from magic mushrooms?
You're a real Debbie Downer,
know that?
- You're a circus animal.
- How's this buzz-kill?
We have your fingerprints on a
backpack ditched along the highway.
Know what else we have? We have
a gun that we found at your house.
And the gun matches the caliber
of the gun
that wounded two people
in the bank--
- Wait a second, two people?
- Two people.
I thought there was only...
The second victim was a bank teller
and she's touch-and-go.
And if things take a turn
for the worse,
you're going down for murder.
It's pretty psychedelic, huh?
Uh, uh-- All right, listen.
I was there, okay?
Inside the bank. I'll give you that.
But murder? Hell, no.
I didn't shoot no one.
- All right, who did? Somebody did.
- It was the other bruddah, not me.
- Oh, the other bruddah.
- Yeah.
- Huh. What's his name?
- Look, I don't know his name.
- You don't know your partner's name?
- I swear, I don't.
I was leaving my PO's office
when this haole comes up to me.
I never seen the dude before,
but he offers me 20 G's
to help him pull a bank job.
Okay, let me get this straight.
All right? Just for me.
A stranger offers you a flat fee
of 20 large
to help him pull a job that netted 5?
Sure, that happens all the time.
It's the truth, man.
That's the way it went down.
I swear, the next thing I know,
this lolo rushes him.
The two are going at it
when the gun goes off.
His gun, not mine.
Then we ran out of there.
Split in different directions.
- And I haven't seen him since.
- All right.
If what you're telling me is true and
you're not trying to protect the shooter,
you're not gonna have a problem
giving me a description, are you?
No problem at all.
So, Makani's sketch is on the left
and Jim's is on the right.
Hmm.
Eyewitness descriptions are notorious
for being unreliable,
but this is ridiculous.
Maybe our naked hula dancer
is still hallucinating.
It's Jim's description I'm questioning.
On the video, you see that
he only gets a split-second look
at the shooter before he gets shot.
Makes sense that he wouldn't
remember details well.
Okay, I buy that,
but take a look at those two sketches.
They're almost exact opposites
of each other.
All right, we have to get both
these sketches in front of Jim Rogers
and ask him what is going on.
How is it, Charlie?
Hey, just in time.
I'm comparing the bullet recovered
from the bank teller
to the test-fired round
in Makani Jacobs' gun.
- Well, that's not a match.
- That's right.
Okay, so Makani's gun
didn't fire the bullet.
Supports his story about him
not being the shooter, doesn't it?
You also need to see this.
Okay, backpack used in the robbery.
Red dye on the leaves.
Could that have leaked out after
the bag was thrown down the hillside?
My first thought as well.
Then I measured individual
droplet size.
They're all less than one millimeter
in diameter.
The only reason
that would happen is
if the dye pack exploded
inside the bag,
right there in the bushes
where it was found.
So you're saying that the bank robbers
threw out the backpack
and all the money
even before the dye packs exploded.
That's the only explanation.
Why would someone go through
all the trouble of robbing a bank
just to throw out all the cash?
Ho, ho. Hey, Steve, that's him.
That's our guy.
Go to Jim's room right now.
Go, go, go.
Out, out, out. Get out of here!
Come on, get UP!
- You all right?
- Yes, I think I'm okay.
Steve!
Steve, Jim's dead.
What? How?
Strangled. The suspect must have
known he was talking to the cops.
But Jim's sketch is useless. It was
Makani's that put us on the shooter.
Yeah, but the killer doesn't
know that.
Call H.P.D.
Call H.P.D. Have them
put a personal security detail
on everybody
that was in that bank, okay?
Our gunman is tying up loose ends.
Chin, any luck cleaning up
that footage?
Yeah, I reached out
to an FBI contact
who recommended
we try vascular mapping.
What is that?
It's when you isolate a suspect's
vein pattern
and run it against a federal database.
It's like a fingerprint.
Got us a hit to a Martin Cordova.
This guy's a gun for hire with ties
to the Sinaloa drug cartel,
as well as West Coast organized
crime back on the mainland.
That's definitely the guy
from the hospital.
Good, because the FBI
has him as a suspect
in over 20 unsolved murders.
They were closing in on him
two years ago.
They lost the scent. Now he's MIA.
Okay, wait a sec.
So we have a Mob enforcer
who goes into hiding in Hawaii
and now he's back
as an inept bank robber?
- Doesn't make sense, does it?
- Hold on a sec.
Maybe we're looking at this
all wrong.
What if this heist was actually a hit
disguised as a bank job?
I like it, but the problem
with your theory is Cordova's M.O.
His wet work is straight-up,
cold-blooded kills,
nothing ever this fancy.
And not to mention, if it's a hit,
who's the target?
- The woman Cordova took hostage.
- Yep.
That explains why they grabbed her
before the cops arrived.
Okay, and a murder-for-hire plan
would also give credence
to Makani's story
about being paid 20 grand up-front
for his role in the robbery.
Yeah, he was unknowingly recruited
for a hit, not a heist.
That also explains why
they ditched the backpack
before the dye pack went off.
Why keep it if the bills
could be traced back to you?
We need to go back
through this footage,
see if there's anything
that can support this hired gun theory.
- It's Max.
- Yes, Max?
I believe I have something.
During my post-mortem examination,
I noticed something significant
in Jim Rogers' CT scan.
What was that?
In medical terms, it's called
Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma,
more commonly known
as brain cancer.
Inoperable due to its infiltration of the
nervous tissue within the brain stem.
Jim Rogers was on the verge of dying.
He only had weeks to live.
I contacted Jim's primary physician
and confirmed all my findings.
However, it's within
my toxicological assay
where things got truly interesting.
The results showed that
there were diminishing levels
of chemotherapy drugs
within Jim's blood.
- Diminishing?
- Okay, wait a second.
So, Jim not only knew
he was dying...
He was giving up the fight to live.
Thanks, Max.
Hang in there, buddy, okay?
- Guys, take a look at this.
- What do you got?
Before Makani and Cordova
make entry, check out Jim.
He's pacing,
he's checking his phone.
He even exits the bank and
then almost immediately goes back in.
It's like he's stalling.
He's waiting for the robbery
to get started.
Yeah, and here's the kicker.
While you were talking to Max,
I looked into Jim's financials
and found an undisclosed withdrawal
in the amount of $20,000
from his personal account
just two days prior to the bank robbery.
Twenty K.
So maybe our naked hula dancer's
not so crazy after all.
All right.
Jim ordered this hit on himself.
He hired Martin Cordova to kill him
during this bank robbery.
- Fong, what's up?
- I got Denise Pope, Danny.
- Where is she?
- Where the models are staying.
The Modern Honolulu.
And get this, she told the front desk
she was part of the shoot
and demanded the room
right next door to Behati Prinsloo.
Hey, Arlo, it's Danny.
Where's Behati right now?
She went back to the hotel. Why?
- Oh, my God. Who are you?
- Didn't you get my letters, Behati?
Please, don't hurt me.
You should have thought of that
before you ignored me.
I'm sorry, I never got your letters,
I promise. Please, just go.
We could have been
such good friends.
- Aah!
- Unh.
You Okay?
Okay, so the guy's
terminal with the big C,
he's gonna die anyway,
I get that, okay?
But to hire a contract killer
and stage a bank robbery.
Why? Help me out with this one.
I don't know.
Maybe he was ashamed.
Maybe he didn't want anybody
to know it was suicide.
Okay, so he puts innocent lives
at risk?
One them who's still in the hospital
recovering, I might add?
No, if it was suicide,
he would have just swallowed a bullet.
"Whatever happened to
forgive and forget?"
- What?
- Remember that?
Something Jim said to us
when we interviewed him,
right after his ex-wife
and daughter left the room.
It's stayed with me ever since.
"Whatever happened to
forgive and forget?"
His ex couldn't get out of the room
fast enough.
Whatever Jim did to her,
she couldn't forget.
Wait a minute.
- Kono.
- What?
Jim staged this entire thing
so that he could redeem himself
in the eyes of his family.
That is seriously insane.
I know it is, but people do crazy
things when it comes to their kids.
- Chin, what do you got?
- Hey, I think I found a connection
between Jim Rogers
and Martin Cordova.
Lab results came back
on Cordova's blood,
from the sample we got
when he escaped
through the window at the hospital.
It turns out it also contained
chemotherapy drugs.
Okay, so, Jim wasn't the only
one battling cancer?
Cordova was as well?
Okay, where was Jim being treated?
It could be where the two of them met.
Guys, Five-0.
Have you seen this man?
His name is Martin Cordova.
He probably checks in under an alias.
Yes, I know him.
He calls himself Jonathan Medina.
Can you tell us where to find him?
- Do you have his address?
- He's in Treatment Room 16.
- He's here now?
- Yeah.
- Down the hall, first door on the left.
- Okay, listen to me very carefully.
I need you three
to clear this floor, okay?
I need it done quickly,
but I need it done calmly.
You understand? Can you do that?
Okay, let's go.
Okay, secure the exits.
I got Cordova.
You looking for me?
We found Cordova.
The plan was to box him in.
- But I think something went wrong.
- Where's McGarrett?
That's the thing I don't know.
He's not answering his phone.
Trace it. I'll call Danny.
- So where we headed?
- Shut up and drive.
I know about your cancer.
I know about Jim's too.
I also know why he hired you.
But the one thing I can't figure out
is why you agreed to do it.
I mean, he paid your accomplice
20 grand, right?
He didn't pay you a dime.
We were diagnosed
about the same time.
We had the same treatment
schedule.
People tend to reveal a lot about
themselves when they're gonna die.
What did Jim tell you?
Let's just say he made some
bad decisions
when it came to his wife and his kid.
He wanted to turn it around,
but it didn't work out.
She didn't want anything to do
with him.
Wouldn't even let him see
his own daughter.
How old are your kids?
Pull over.
Let's walk.
So this whole thing
was for Jim to redeem himself?
You stage a bank heist.
Jim saves a woman's life so he can
die a hero in his daughter's eyes.
And you agree to help him.
Why would you do that?
I'm thinking, Cordova, it's because
your situation wasn't all that different.
Am I right?
Just keep moving.
How many kids you got, man?
One? Two?
Are they the reason you stopped
killing people?
Past like yours, it must be tough
coming to terms
with your own mortality.
Life full of regrets.
Is that why you decided to grant
a dying man his final wish,
Cordova, because you felt
that somehow, some way,
it might actually make up
for all the pain you've caused? Huh?
Stop.
Turn around.
What did I tell you?
Take it.
Do it.
I'm dying anyway-
There's nobody here.
Nobody will ever know
what went down.
Call it self-defense.
There is no way
I'm gonna make it that easy for you.
It's either like this
or I go out the slow way.
I'm tired of that option.
So you pull the trigger,
or I Will.
- Get up.
- Unh.
Get up.
- You okay, Steve?
- Yeah.
You're gonna get your wish, Cordova.
You're gonna die,
but you're gonna die in prison.
Book him, Danno.
- Max, where are we going?
- It's a surprise.
- You're really not gonna tell me?
- Just close your eyes.
Okay, now you can open them.
Max, it's beautiful.
Mahalo, and now for
your dining pleasure, the bill of fare.
Uh...
I think I'll have the C6 this evening.
The turkey and Swiss
on whole wheat.
Excellent choice, madam.
I know it's not quite
the evening out that we planned, but...
Max.
It's perfect.
- This is so cool.
- If it's so cool,
why do you got your face glued
to your phone? What are you doing?
I'm tweeting pictures so my friends
can see where I am.
- What'd she just say?
- She's tw-- Forget about him.
Come here, Gracie,
I'm gonna take a photo with you in it
to really stick it to them, okay?
- Thanks, Uncle Steve.
- You got it, honey.
Hit it. Yeah, that's it.
Ha-ha-ha. Ha, ha!
We got it. Ha-ha-ha.
- Arlo.
- Hey, glad you could make it, boys.
I can't thank you enough
for what you did.
What are you thanking him for?
He didn't do anything. I did everything.
Look at this.
Gracie, come here.
Ahem. Aloha, gentlemen.
All right.
How you doing?
Looking sharp, guys.
Thank you, bruddah.
Uh, how'd you get in tonight?
Um...
I used to date one of the models.
- You did?
- Yep.
She give you Steve McGarrett's
pass?
Well, if you're Steve McGarrett,
you must be Danny Williams.
- Is that right?
- My little cousin, Flippa.
Howzit, howzit.
All these hotties out here, I feel like
I died and went to heaven.
Yeah, yeah. I can see that.
You know that impersonating
a police officer is a felony, right?
Agh.
I'll give you one week of free lunch.
Oh, bribery, that's good.
I can add that to the charges now too.
Man.
Two weeks. Two weeks free lunch,
you get to stay. How about that?
- Shoots, deal.
- Get out of here.
- Mahalo.
- Hey, look, it's Danny.
- You made it.
- You look amazing.
- Thank you.
- This must be Grace.
- Yeah.
- You're even cuter in person.
Sweetheart, you wanna
put on some makeup?
- Sure.
- All right, come on.
Hey, just makeup, though, please.
No, um, secrets or nothing.
So I have to go do the show.
But, Danny, I really wanna
thank you for everything.
Oh, thank you.
And enjoy this time
with your daughter.
Little girls really need their daddies.
They grow up very fast.
Aloha.
What are the odds
I get her phone number?
- Zero.
- Ah.
Oh, no, no, no.
- After you.
- I can help who's next.
- Please, be my guest.
Okay, thanks.
- Next, please.
- Oh, Window 3 is open.
Next customer, please.
- Aloha, Max.
- Hello, Sabrina.
Another deposit? Must be Friday.
You know, Max, you can always
set your account up for direct deposit
and you won't have the hassle
of coming in the bank every week.
Your time-saving assessment
is quite correct.
I've had this thought myself,
but eventually decided against it.
Oh, yeah? Why is that?
FBI crime data shows a spike
in Internet banking fraud.
Most notably
in direct-deposit scams,
which is turning out to be
quite troublesome.
Here I thought the reason you came in
every week was to see me.
It is. Oh, uh--
I-- I mean, uh, yes,
you are the reason why I come in.
I was just looking for, uh,
the right moment to ask you for your...
For your phone number.
I'm free on Saturday. I was thinking
maybe we could get some sushi.
Yes, I believe my social calendar can
accommodate such an engagement.
How would 8:00 be?
I know of a great sushi place.
Serves raw fish with rice
and cooked things as well--
- Everybody, get down!
- Aah!
On the ground!
On the floor, face down! Let's go!
What, are you deaf? Hit the deck.
- Now!
- Get down, now!
You.
Empty the drawer,
put all the money in the bag now.
Quickly! Don't try anything stupid.
Nobody moves, you understand?
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt.
Let's go, lady. Quicker, please.
- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!
- Hey!
What did I say?
Get down on the floor, man!
Empty the till and hand me the bag.
Now hit the deck.
You lie flat. Nobody moves.
- For three minutes!
- Three minutes! You hear that?
Nobody!
You. You're coming with me.
- No, no! Help me!
- You try to run,
and I will put a bullet in your head.
Do you understand?
- You're coming with me.
- Hey, watch out!
Where the hell were you? Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
Don't move!
Call 911!
Someone get an ambulance now!
Hang in there.
We have help coming.
I need you to stay calm!
Help is on the way!
Just hang with me here, sir.
You're gonna be all right.
Somebody got shot.
- Send an ambulance.
- Max?
Sabrina?
- You looking for someone?
- Yeah, we are.
- We're looking for Arlo.
- Arlo?
- It's cool, Behati. I got them.
- Are you sure?
They look like a couple of dangerous
types. Maybe I should frisk them.
Ha-ha-ha.
- Yeah? No?
Nice to meet you guys.
- You too.
- You too.
That flirt's getting into trouble
all the time.
Oh, she was just kidding
about the pat-down?
Okay, you know what? For your sake,
I really hope Gabby comes back soon.
- That's funny.
- Guys, thanks for coming down.
I got a situation that's a little bit
above my pay grade.
All right, what do you got?
So I was doing my usual
security sweep
and I found this in the models'
makeup trailer this morning.
"You won't ignore me anymore."
- Who was it addressed to?
- That's the thing. We don't know.
I got a number of girls in for the show
tomorrow. Could be any of them.
- Ever had a stalking incident before?
- Nothing.
I got two guys
going through the fan mail
to make sure
we didn't miss anything.
Excuse me a second. It's McGarrett.
Okay, you got it.
We're on the way.
- Feel very old, Arlo.
- Nah.
All right, we caught a case.
Well, uh, why don't I stay here
with Arlo,
and you can take care of
the, uh, other thing?
Why are you giving me a look?
They called you, not me.
- I could really use the help with this.
- You'll get the help.
Steve, beat it. I got this.
- Ooh, oh. Do me a favor.
- What?
Drop this off by Fong,
get a handwriting analysis.
Absolutely, Detective Williams.
Anything else I can do for you?
That's it.
You need anything else?
- That's it.
- We're good, Steve. Thank you.
Just behave yourself.
Single gunshot wound
to the abdomen.
Her stomach's distended,
she's tachycardic.
Call ahead, notify the trauma team.
Let them know there's a patient coming
in who needs surgery right away.
Max, hey. I heard you were inside
when it happened.
- You all right?
- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
Commander, I know you'll
need a statement from me right away,
but I just need to get to the hospital.
Bank patron, Jim Rogers was here
and then he rushed one of the gunmen
after they took a woman hostage.
- That was smart.
- Or gutsy. Probably saved her life.
- The gun went off during the struggle?
- It was a single round.
Discharged into Jim's chest.
Injury was a through-and-through.
The bullet must have hit the second
victim after exiting Jim's body.
Max seemed pretty affected
about this whole thing.
- Know anything about the second vic?
- Yeah, bank teller, 28.
Her name is Sabrina Lane.
Apparently Max was coming in
to see her
once a week
for the past several months.
Max has a girlfriend?
Yeah, Romeo's been
holding out on us.
How bad are her injuries?
Shot in the abdomen,
lost a lot of blood. Too soon to tell.
Now, the bank manager says
that only $5,000
was taken by the robbers,
all from the teller drawers.
Never even made a move for
the bank vault or safety-deposit boxes.
Anyone get a look at these guys?
No, everyone was face-down
to the ground, eyes to the floor.
Then the gun went off
and it was chaos.
Let's pull footage from all
these cameras, see what they tell us.
Thanks.
That was Max.
Jim Rogers is out of surgery.
- He'll be all right.
- What about Sabrina?
No update on her condition.
She's still under the knife.
You guys need to see this.
So, I reviewed the bank's
surveillance footage.
Both of the cameras had a perfect
vantage point, but we got one problem.
Something wrong with the cameras?
No, according to the bank,
they're functioning perfectly.
Okay, then I just have to ask,
where are their heads?
That's what I was gonna ask you.
Mr. Fong, you have any luck
getting a usable image?
Unfortunately, no.
And I don't think I'm gonna be able to.
But there is something
you can help me outwith.
Here. Put this on.
- Seriously?
- Mm-hm.
It's for demonstration purposes only,
so, please, indulge me.
How do I look?
Now stand under
that surveillance camera.
Oh, whoa.
Now take it off.
What's the trick?
Infrared radiation.
Invisible to the naked eye,
yet disruptive to CCD sensors
like the ones in video cameras.
Okay, so I take it these aren't
rhinestones.
Infrared LEDs.
Our suspects must have sewn them
into the shirts, very high-tech.
Okay, so maybe this bank robbery
wasn't amateur hour after all.
But if that's the case,
then why only take 5 grand?
- Hello.
- Hey.
- Behati, right?
- That's right.
- Hey. Danny.
- This is Nina.
- Hi, Nina.
- Hi.
- Monique.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Danny. Nice to meet you guys.
- Nice to meet you.
- Let me guess.
- You're a cop?
- Yes, I'm a cop. What gave it away?
Slacks and a button-down.
Aha. Well, at least
I'm not wearing a tie, right?
- How old is your daughter?
- How'd you know I got a daughter?
- Run a background check on me?
- No, you have glitter on your shirt.
Oh. Yeah, she's, uh...
She's obsessed with the stuff.
- Do you have any pictures?
- Of my daughter?
- Yeah.
- My pride and joy.
- I got plenty of pictures.
- Show us.
- Wanna see?
- Yes, please.
- Join us on the couch.
- Right here?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Let's see. This is Grace
when she was--
Hello. When she was 3. This is her
when she was just a little baby girl.
Oh, my gosh, she's so cute.
- She's pretty, right?
- Her mother must be gorgeous.
Her mother's a very pretty lady,
but people say that she looks like me.
I don't see it.
- You don't, huh? Huh.
- No.
I'm kidding.
I'm just busting your stones.
- That's very nice.
- Heh.
You guys, this is, um,
my most favorite day of all time
in the history of my life,
but I do have a purpose here.
I have to ask you guys some
questions, privately, one at a time.
- Who wants to go first?
- Me.
Okay, good.
I've got a lot of ex-boyfriends,
a lot of ex-managers.
I bet you do,
but at the risk of sounding indelicate,
which one of them do you think
would like to see your head
hanging on a wall?
Franco. Definitely Franco.
- Ha. Does Franco have a last name?
- Angeleco.
Franco Angeleco,
the race car driver?
Wasn't he, uh, killed in a Grand Prix
last year?
Yeah. He hated me
for breaking up with him.
I mean, I was thinking more along
the lines of somebody more current.
That's not what you asked me,
detective.
You asked who didn't like me.
Franco was the only person
I could think of.
People think it's easy what we do,
you know,
just stand there and look pretty,
but it's a whole mindset.
I'm not just selling a product,
I'm selling a fantasy.
So many times people confuse
the fantasy with reality.
They think that they know you.
That, you know, the girl in the
magazine and on TV is really me.
They don't understand
it's just a persona I take on,
and that can be really
scary sometimes.
Police have confirmed two people...
I should have done something.
Done what? They had guns.
When the customer rushed the robber,
I could have helped him.
Maybe Sabrina wouldn't have
gotten shot.
Max, listen to me, okay?
You're in a life-threatening situation,
everything's moving so fast,
a hundred miles an hour.
Don't second-guess yourself.
Sabrina's here. She's alive right now.
If you hadn't have been there
to help her, she might not be.
Okay?
What'll you tell her, Jim?
You tried to play hero and got shot?
Come on, Donna,
I just want a few minutes with Megan.
Is that too much to ask?
Jim, you walked out on us
six years ago.
The fact that we're even here
is a big deal.
Excuse us. Pardon the intrusion.
Hi, I'm Steve McGarrett.
This is Officer Kalakaua.
We're with Five-0.
How you feeling, sir?
Um...
- I've been better.
- Yeah, I bet.
I hope you guys understand
the time-sensitive nature of this case.
If you're up to it, we need to ask you
a couple of questions,
- if that's okay.
- It's fine. I was just leaving.
- Donna, would you--?
- Bye, Jim.
Let's go, Megan.
But I didn't get to say
goodbye to Daddy.
Come on.
Pretty confident I can spot
an ex-wife when I see one.
You got it.
She's still listed
as my emergency contact.
Actually kind of get the feeling she was
a little disappointed I made it through.
- That bad, huh?
- Yeah.
Whatever happened
to forgive and forget, right?
Look, um, the nurse told me
that someone else was shot.
The bullet went in and out of me?
Yeah, it was a bank teller.
Ugh.
- Is she okay?
- It's too soon to tell, sir.
We were hoping that you might be able
to help us catch the guys who did this.
Yeah, yeah, anything I can do.
Okay, um, well, the security footage
from inside the bank wasn't much help.
But it appeared that you got a look at
the shooter when his mask came off?
Yeah, it's all such a blur, I mean...
It happened so fast, but, yeah,
I kind of remember his face.
Okay, excellent.
We'd like to get you together
with a sketch artist.
Maybe get a composite
out there to the media,
hopefully generate a lead,
maybe even get an ID.
Yeah, absolutely.
Don't you think it's a little strange
the gunman grabbed the hostage
before the police arrived?
Well, not if they thought someone
hit the silent alarm
and then they wanted insurance
making their break.
They controlled the floor.
No one had a chance to hit the alarm.
They grabbed a hostage
thinking if the cops did show,
They wouldn't have
to go back and get one.
I don't know. What do you got?
So, H.P.D. recovered the backpack
used in the robbery.
- Whereabouts?
- Bushes along the Pali Highway.
And here's the fun part.
All the cash was still inside.
Robbers must've ditched it
after the dye pack went off.
Okay, so two innocent people shot
and all over nothing.
Yeah, tell me about it.
I sent it to Fong for processing,
he came back with a print.
All right, we get an ID?
Yeah, Makani Jacobs,
23, long sheet.
But all for small-time muggings
and liquor store jobs.
Never taken on anything big
like a bank heist before.
Five-0! Open up!
Psychedelics, firearms.
Looks like we missed the party.
Maybe not.
Hey, Makani Jacobs?
- Hey, Five-0.
- Hands in the air.
Okay, lower them just a little.
Yeah, that's good.
Where you going, buddy? Hey.
- Hey, where you going?
- He's running.
Where you going? Hey! Oh, man.
Hey!
Got a suspect traveling on foot
heading south on Koke Street.
What's he wearing? Nothing.
That's right, he's bare-ass naked.
Hey, he)'-
Your turn, fair's fair.
Fair? It's not fair. How is this fair?
Pu-- Ugh.
Put your hands behind your back.
And keep your legs closed.
You look like you can use a cup
of coffee and a sandwich.
Don't worry.
She's not going anywhere.
I'm fine, thank you.
Her folks are flying in,
but they're not gonna be here
for another several hours.
So I figured I'd be here
when she wakes up.
May I help with that?
Sure.
Hey, I got your message.
What's going on?
You ID my stalker yet or what?
System kicked back a hit
on the handwriting.
- Okay, who is he?
- It's not a "he."
It's a "she."
Name's Denise Pope, L.A. resident.
She was arrested two years ago
for attacking a movie star.
Cut her bad
before they managed to arrest her.
- Why isn't she in jail now?
- Good lawyer got her committed
to a minimum-security psych home
in Camarillo.
Only it didn't hold.
I reached out to the director.
Turns out she went AWOL
two weeks ago.
All right, um, run facial recognition
on all security cameras at the airport.
- Okay.
- I'm on it.
Hey, Arlo, it's Detective Williams.
Let me ask you a question.
You ever heard of a girl named
Denise Pope?
No? Okay, ask the girls, because
I think she might be our stalker.
- Got something.
- All right, I'll call you back. Goodbye.
- What's up?
- She's here, Danny.
She flew in three days ago
under the alias Janice Meeks.
Janice Meeks.
We need to find her now, okay?
We already got you on indecent
exposure and possession, Makani.
We still got a problem,
it's a big problem,
because that's nothing
compared to bank robbery.
Okay, so jail time, no doubt,
but you play it clean from here on in,
maybe we can help you.
Pfft. Oh, man.
I wanna help, I really do,
but like I said, I don't know nothing
about robbing banks.
You don't know or you can't remember
because your cerebral cortex
is fried from magic mushrooms?
You're a real Debbie Downer,
know that?
- You're a circus animal.
- How's this buzz-kill?
We have your fingerprints on a
backpack ditched along the highway.
Know what else we have? We have
a gun that we found at your house.
And the gun matches the caliber
of the gun
that wounded two people
in the bank--
- Wait a second, two people?
- Two people.
I thought there was only...
The second victim was a bank teller
and she's touch-and-go.
And if things take a turn
for the worse,
you're going down for murder.
It's pretty psychedelic, huh?
Uh, uh-- All right, listen.
I was there, okay?
Inside the bank. I'll give you that.
But murder? Hell, no.
I didn't shoot no one.
- All right, who did? Somebody did.
- It was the other bruddah, not me.
- Oh, the other bruddah.
- Yeah.
- Huh. What's his name?
- Look, I don't know his name.
- You don't know your partner's name?
- I swear, I don't.
I was leaving my PO's office
when this haole comes up to me.
I never seen the dude before,
but he offers me 20 G's
to help him pull a bank job.
Okay, let me get this straight.
All right? Just for me.
A stranger offers you a flat fee
of 20 large
to help him pull a job that netted 5?
Sure, that happens all the time.
It's the truth, man.
That's the way it went down.
I swear, the next thing I know,
this lolo rushes him.
The two are going at it
when the gun goes off.
His gun, not mine.
Then we ran out of there.
Split in different directions.
- And I haven't seen him since.
- All right.
If what you're telling me is true and
you're not trying to protect the shooter,
you're not gonna have a problem
giving me a description, are you?
No problem at all.
So, Makani's sketch is on the left
and Jim's is on the right.
Hmm.
Eyewitness descriptions are notorious
for being unreliable,
but this is ridiculous.
Maybe our naked hula dancer
is still hallucinating.
It's Jim's description I'm questioning.
On the video, you see that
he only gets a split-second look
at the shooter before he gets shot.
Makes sense that he wouldn't
remember details well.
Okay, I buy that,
but take a look at those two sketches.
They're almost exact opposites
of each other.
All right, we have to get both
these sketches in front of Jim Rogers
and ask him what is going on.
How is it, Charlie?
Hey, just in time.
I'm comparing the bullet recovered
from the bank teller
to the test-fired round
in Makani Jacobs' gun.
- Well, that's not a match.
- That's right.
Okay, so Makani's gun
didn't fire the bullet.
Supports his story about him
not being the shooter, doesn't it?
You also need to see this.
Okay, backpack used in the robbery.
Red dye on the leaves.
Could that have leaked out after
the bag was thrown down the hillside?
My first thought as well.
Then I measured individual
droplet size.
They're all less than one millimeter
in diameter.
The only reason
that would happen is
if the dye pack exploded
inside the bag,
right there in the bushes
where it was found.
So you're saying that the bank robbers
threw out the backpack
and all the money
even before the dye packs exploded.
That's the only explanation.
Why would someone go through
all the trouble of robbing a bank
just to throw out all the cash?
Ho, ho. Hey, Steve, that's him.
That's our guy.
Go to Jim's room right now.
Go, go, go.
Out, out, out. Get out of here!
Come on, get UP!
- You all right?
- Yes, I think I'm okay.
Steve!
Steve, Jim's dead.
What? How?
Strangled. The suspect must have
known he was talking to the cops.
But Jim's sketch is useless. It was
Makani's that put us on the shooter.
Yeah, but the killer doesn't
know that.
Call H.P.D.
Call H.P.D. Have them
put a personal security detail
on everybody
that was in that bank, okay?
Our gunman is tying up loose ends.
Chin, any luck cleaning up
that footage?
Yeah, I reached out
to an FBI contact
who recommended
we try vascular mapping.
What is that?
It's when you isolate a suspect's
vein pattern
and run it against a federal database.
It's like a fingerprint.
Got us a hit to a Martin Cordova.
This guy's a gun for hire with ties
to the Sinaloa drug cartel,
as well as West Coast organized
crime back on the mainland.
That's definitely the guy
from the hospital.
Good, because the FBI
has him as a suspect
in over 20 unsolved murders.
They were closing in on him
two years ago.
They lost the scent. Now he's MIA.
Okay, wait a sec.
So we have a Mob enforcer
who goes into hiding in Hawaii
and now he's back
as an inept bank robber?
- Doesn't make sense, does it?
- Hold on a sec.
Maybe we're looking at this
all wrong.
What if this heist was actually a hit
disguised as a bank job?
I like it, but the problem
with your theory is Cordova's M.O.
His wet work is straight-up,
cold-blooded kills,
nothing ever this fancy.
And not to mention, if it's a hit,
who's the target?
- The woman Cordova took hostage.
- Yep.
That explains why they grabbed her
before the cops arrived.
Okay, and a murder-for-hire plan
would also give credence
to Makani's story
about being paid 20 grand up-front
for his role in the robbery.
Yeah, he was unknowingly recruited
for a hit, not a heist.
That also explains why
they ditched the backpack
before the dye pack went off.
Why keep it if the bills
could be traced back to you?
We need to go back
through this footage,
see if there's anything
that can support this hired gun theory.
- It's Max.
- Yes, Max?
I believe I have something.
During my post-mortem examination,
I noticed something significant
in Jim Rogers' CT scan.
What was that?
In medical terms, it's called
Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma,
more commonly known
as brain cancer.
Inoperable due to its infiltration of the
nervous tissue within the brain stem.
Jim Rogers was on the verge of dying.
He only had weeks to live.
I contacted Jim's primary physician
and confirmed all my findings.
However, it's within
my toxicological assay
where things got truly interesting.
The results showed that
there were diminishing levels
of chemotherapy drugs
within Jim's blood.
- Diminishing?
- Okay, wait a second.
So, Jim not only knew
he was dying...
He was giving up the fight to live.
Thanks, Max.
Hang in there, buddy, okay?
- Guys, take a look at this.
- What do you got?
Before Makani and Cordova
make entry, check out Jim.
He's pacing,
he's checking his phone.
He even exits the bank and
then almost immediately goes back in.
It's like he's stalling.
He's waiting for the robbery
to get started.
Yeah, and here's the kicker.
While you were talking to Max,
I looked into Jim's financials
and found an undisclosed withdrawal
in the amount of $20,000
from his personal account
just two days prior to the bank robbery.
Twenty K.
So maybe our naked hula dancer's
not so crazy after all.
All right.
Jim ordered this hit on himself.
He hired Martin Cordova to kill him
during this bank robbery.
- Fong, what's up?
- I got Denise Pope, Danny.
- Where is she?
- Where the models are staying.
The Modern Honolulu.
And get this, she told the front desk
she was part of the shoot
and demanded the room
right next door to Behati Prinsloo.
Hey, Arlo, it's Danny.
Where's Behati right now?
She went back to the hotel. Why?
- Oh, my God. Who are you?
- Didn't you get my letters, Behati?
Please, don't hurt me.
You should have thought of that
before you ignored me.
I'm sorry, I never got your letters,
I promise. Please, just go.
We could have been
such good friends.
- Aah!
- Unh.
You Okay?
Okay, so the guy's
terminal with the big C,
he's gonna die anyway,
I get that, okay?
But to hire a contract killer
and stage a bank robbery.
Why? Help me out with this one.
I don't know.
Maybe he was ashamed.
Maybe he didn't want anybody
to know it was suicide.
Okay, so he puts innocent lives
at risk?
One them who's still in the hospital
recovering, I might add?
No, if it was suicide,
he would have just swallowed a bullet.
"Whatever happened to
forgive and forget?"
- What?
- Remember that?
Something Jim said to us
when we interviewed him,
right after his ex-wife
and daughter left the room.
It's stayed with me ever since.
"Whatever happened to
forgive and forget?"
His ex couldn't get out of the room
fast enough.
Whatever Jim did to her,
she couldn't forget.
Wait a minute.
- Kono.
- What?
Jim staged this entire thing
so that he could redeem himself
in the eyes of his family.
That is seriously insane.
I know it is, but people do crazy
things when it comes to their kids.
- Chin, what do you got?
- Hey, I think I found a connection
between Jim Rogers
and Martin Cordova.
Lab results came back
on Cordova's blood,
from the sample we got
when he escaped
through the window at the hospital.
It turns out it also contained
chemotherapy drugs.
Okay, so, Jim wasn't the only
one battling cancer?
Cordova was as well?
Okay, where was Jim being treated?
It could be where the two of them met.
Guys, Five-0.
Have you seen this man?
His name is Martin Cordova.
He probably checks in under an alias.
Yes, I know him.
He calls himself Jonathan Medina.
Can you tell us where to find him?
- Do you have his address?
- He's in Treatment Room 16.
- He's here now?
- Yeah.
- Down the hall, first door on the left.
- Okay, listen to me very carefully.
I need you three
to clear this floor, okay?
I need it done quickly,
but I need it done calmly.
You understand? Can you do that?
Okay, let's go.
Okay, secure the exits.
I got Cordova.
You looking for me?
We found Cordova.
The plan was to box him in.
- But I think something went wrong.
- Where's McGarrett?
That's the thing I don't know.
He's not answering his phone.
Trace it. I'll call Danny.
- So where we headed?
- Shut up and drive.
I know about your cancer.
I know about Jim's too.
I also know why he hired you.
But the one thing I can't figure out
is why you agreed to do it.
I mean, he paid your accomplice
20 grand, right?
He didn't pay you a dime.
We were diagnosed
about the same time.
We had the same treatment
schedule.
People tend to reveal a lot about
themselves when they're gonna die.
What did Jim tell you?
Let's just say he made some
bad decisions
when it came to his wife and his kid.
He wanted to turn it around,
but it didn't work out.
She didn't want anything to do
with him.
Wouldn't even let him see
his own daughter.
How old are your kids?
Pull over.
Let's walk.
So this whole thing
was for Jim to redeem himself?
You stage a bank heist.
Jim saves a woman's life so he can
die a hero in his daughter's eyes.
And you agree to help him.
Why would you do that?
I'm thinking, Cordova, it's because
your situation wasn't all that different.
Am I right?
Just keep moving.
How many kids you got, man?
One? Two?
Are they the reason you stopped
killing people?
Past like yours, it must be tough
coming to terms
with your own mortality.
Life full of regrets.
Is that why you decided to grant
a dying man his final wish,
Cordova, because you felt
that somehow, some way,
it might actually make up
for all the pain you've caused? Huh?
Stop.
Turn around.
What did I tell you?
Take it.
Do it.
I'm dying anyway-
There's nobody here.
Nobody will ever know
what went down.
Call it self-defense.
There is no way
I'm gonna make it that easy for you.
It's either like this
or I go out the slow way.
I'm tired of that option.
So you pull the trigger,
or I Will.
- Get up.
- Unh.
Get up.
- You okay, Steve?
- Yeah.
You're gonna get your wish, Cordova.
You're gonna die,
but you're gonna die in prison.
Book him, Danno.
- Max, where are we going?
- It's a surprise.
- You're really not gonna tell me?
- Just close your eyes.
Okay, now you can open them.
Max, it's beautiful.
Mahalo, and now for
your dining pleasure, the bill of fare.
Uh...
I think I'll have the C6 this evening.
The turkey and Swiss
on whole wheat.
Excellent choice, madam.
I know it's not quite
the evening out that we planned, but...
Max.
It's perfect.
- This is so cool.
- If it's so cool,
why do you got your face glued
to your phone? What are you doing?
I'm tweeting pictures so my friends
can see where I am.
- What'd she just say?
- She's tw-- Forget about him.
Come here, Gracie,
I'm gonna take a photo with you in it
to really stick it to them, okay?
- Thanks, Uncle Steve.
- You got it, honey.
Hit it. Yeah, that's it.
Ha-ha-ha. Ha, ha!
We got it. Ha-ha-ha.
- Arlo.
- Hey, glad you could make it, boys.
I can't thank you enough
for what you did.
What are you thanking him for?
He didn't do anything. I did everything.
Look at this.
Gracie, come here.
Ahem. Aloha, gentlemen.
All right.
How you doing?
Looking sharp, guys.
Thank you, bruddah.
Uh, how'd you get in tonight?
Um...
I used to date one of the models.
- You did?
- Yep.
She give you Steve McGarrett's
pass?
Well, if you're Steve McGarrett,
you must be Danny Williams.
- Is that right?
- My little cousin, Flippa.
Howzit, howzit.
All these hotties out here, I feel like
I died and went to heaven.
Yeah, yeah. I can see that.
You know that impersonating
a police officer is a felony, right?
Agh.
I'll give you one week of free lunch.
Oh, bribery, that's good.
I can add that to the charges now too.
Man.
Two weeks. Two weeks free lunch,
you get to stay. How about that?
- Shoots, deal.
- Get out of here.
- Mahalo.
- Hey, look, it's Danny.
- You made it.
- You look amazing.
- Thank you.
- This must be Grace.
- Yeah.
- You're even cuter in person.
Sweetheart, you wanna
put on some makeup?
- Sure.
- All right, come on.
Hey, just makeup, though, please.
No, um, secrets or nothing.
So I have to go do the show.
But, Danny, I really wanna
thank you for everything.
Oh, thank you.
And enjoy this time
with your daughter.
Little girls really need their daddies.
They grow up very fast.
Aloha.
What are the odds
I get her phone number?
- Zero.
- Ah.
Oh, no, no, no.