Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 20 - Pe'epe'e Kainaka - full transcript

Yeah. I got your text.

I'm on my way.

Look, I'm sorry, boss.

The Lees' pool
took longer than expected.

They're out of town again.

The filter's all gunked up.

Well, this doesn't
sound like anything major.

Just shorten the sensor.

Yeah. I'll be there in 10.

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 4x20 ♪
Pe'epe'e Kainaka (Those Among Us)
Original Air Date on April 25, 2014



== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

Come on, Cap.

Don't give up.
You'll get the hang of it.

You're wasting your time
on this old dog.

I-I'm a casting
rod-off-the-jetty,

sandwiches and beer kind of guy.

This harpoon stuff
ain't my thing.

Spearfishing.

I stand corrected.

Huh, I guess
McGarrett was right.

Right about what?

Oh, nothing.

He just said,
you'd never catch on



quite as quick as he did.

Oh, so McGarrett said that,

did he?

Oh, now, come on,

don't let that
get under your skin.

The guy's a Navy SEAL.
He grew up on the island.

You're a city boy.

He was a natural, though,

I got to say.

He took home half a dozen fish
on his very first time out.

How many?

Half a dozen.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Slow down.
Hold on, now.

Remember,
that when you get

over your target...

Oh, ho...!

"A city boy", my ass.
Take a look at that sucker.

How many did McGarrett get
on his first try, you say?

Half a dozen.

Oh.

But I'll tell you what...

that's three times bigger
than anything he caught.

You got your phone?

Yeah...

Take a picture
and send it to him.

Oh, come on.
You sure you want to

kick up that hornet's nest?

Oh, hell yeah, I do!

Come on,
just take a picture.

All right. All right.

All right. Ready? Smile.
Yeah.

Victim's Nico Káne.

He's a pool man.

His boss sent him by to check
on a thermostat glitch,

but he never
heard back from him,

so he decided to
swing by himself.

Who are the homeowners?

Nathan and Olivia Cameron.

An elderly couple,
semi-retired.

They split time between

here and Seattle.

The house has been
empty for over a month.

Max, what do we know?

Two gunshot wounds
to the thorax.

Based on the body temp
and degree of coagulation

in the blood pool,

I estimate the T.O.D.
to be roughly two hours ago.

The trajectory of the rounds
and the position of the body

suggest that the
victim was shot by

somebody inside the house.

He died when he fell

and there was no effort
to move the body.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Door was open
and the key in the lock

when his boss found him.

There's plenty of valuables
for the taking,

but nothing seems to be missing.

Where'd Nico get the key?

Flower pot. The owner
kept the key there,

in case Nico needed to get the
control panel for the pool.

He also trusted him
with the alarm code.

How many other people
had access to this house?

One. A friend of the family
checks in on this place

a couple times a week,
when they're away.

Okay, so maybe the friend, uh,

mistakes Nico
for an intruder,

shoots him,
then panics and runs off.

Maybe. But, this friend
isn't really the shooter type.

She's just a kid.

Dawn Hatfield, she's a sophomore
at Waikiki Community College.

She's never had
a run-in with the law.

HPD's trying to
track her down now.

All right, well, if she's
the only other person

who had access to this house and
she didn't pull the trigger...

...who did?

I'm thinking whoever
did the interior decorating.

This make sense
to any of you guys?

I've seen similar measures
taken at other crime scenes

to mask the odor of a
decomposing human body.

Yeah, but in this case,
the body's out there.

So, what the hell
was going on in here?

Neighbor said she saw
a sanitation truck

come by this morning,
to empty her bin.

Nothing unusual about that.

No, but when she went to
pull it back up, it felt heavy,

so, she looked inside

and found a
big bag of trash

someone else
dumped in there.

So she flagged me down,
thought it might have something

to do with our
murder investigation.

You... don't...
remember me...

do you?

No. I'm sorry, I don't.

Pua...

Kai.

Pro Bowl weekend last year.

I helped you
crack a monster case.

Oh, yeah, right!
Now I remember!

I figured you would.

Uh, you may also remember,
we kind of had a moment.

Yeah... we did, didn't we?

Yeah, and look at you now.

You followed through
and you became a cop.

Graduated top third
of my class.

Well, I'm not surprised.

You seem like
a really sharp guy.

Uh, mind if I
ask you something?

Yeah. Sure.

How do you feel about
workplace romances?

You mean like, you and me?

I-I was just wondering
if you'd ever consider

dating a colleague.

Uh...

You like sushi.

Yeah. I-I love sushi.

Pua...

I have a boyfriend.

Scale of one to ten,
how serious is it?

Ten.

Look, you're
a really sweet guy.

I'm very flattered.

I really am.

Well, in-in case things go
sideways with Mr. Ten,

I-I'm around...

but the offer's limited.

Once I get my detective shield,

I'm, I'm gonna be
a pretty hot catch.

I think you already are.

Now why don't you
show me what you found.

Hey, boss, over here.

Oh, man,
it stinks like paint thinner.

Good nose.

Acetone.

Bi-layered liquid,

acetone.

Those air fresheners were there

to mask the odor
of the chemicals.

Looks like our vic walked in on
somebody cooking crystal meth.

Excuse me.

Dawn Hatfield?

Yeah?

How you doing?
I'm Steve McGarrett from Five-O.

Is everything all right?
Yeah.

I just want to ask you a couple
of questions. That okay?

Yeah.

I think I was there
three days ago.

Yeah, Tuesday--
that was the last time

I checked the house.

You sure about that?

Yeah. I'm positive.

Stopped by before my classes.

Okay, you're really
starting to freak me out.

Was there like
a break-in or something?

Oh, my God.

That's Nico.
That's the Camerons' pool guy.

What happened?

Somebody shot him
from inside of the house.

How well
did you know Nico?

I mean, I didn't.

Really, I mean we...

bumped into each other
a few times at the house.

Can you think of anybody else
that might have had access

to the key or the alarm code
besides you and Nico?

No.

I don't think so.

You never took anybody
to the house with you?

No. The Camerons
specifically told me not to,

so, I always went alone.

Okay. All right.

The last time
you were there was Tuesday?

Yeah. I watered
the inside plants,

checked the thermostat,

made sure
everything was okay.

Do you remember seeing
anything unusual in the kitchen?

No. It was spotless.

Like it always is.

Why are you asking me
these questions?

Because last Tuesday
the alarm was disarmed

and it was never
turned back on again.

Oh, my God.

I... I didn't reset the alarm.

That's how someone got
in the house, isn't it?

So Nico's dead.

This is all my fault.

Hey.

Hey.

Physical therapy
appointment, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.
My mandatory hour of joy

with Nurse Ratchet,
thanks to you.

Thanks to me?
Mm.

What, you gonna blame that
building collapsing on us on me?

I am. Yeah.

And how exactly
am I responsible?

Well, uh...
about four years ago,

you came and knocked on my door

and told me that I had
no choice but to work with you,

so, I figure everything terrible

that's happened to me since
is your fault.

Hmm.

You're like a cloud,
dark cloud,

that never goes away.

Do me a favor, when you see
Nurse Ratchet, have her, uh,

check your head while
she works the rest of you over,

'cause you got some damage
up there, too.

Okay. You done?
Amber's waiting in the car.

I got to go.
Amber's waiting in the car?

Yeah. Amber's
waiting in the car.

That's what I said.

Huh.

Things must've gone well
in Maui then.

They did.
You look very surprised.

Well, I mean...
a little surprised,

given your propensity
to blow up relationships.

My propensity to to blow up--

that's funny coming from the guy

whose girlfriend
is currently AWOL.

AWOL?
Yeah.

No. I know where she is.

She's on the mainland
visiting friends.

To get away from you.

Go to PT.

I will.
Enjoy.

Thanks.
I hope it hurts.

Uh-huh.
A lot.

I love you.
Love you, too.

Just checked in with CSU.

So, the Cameron house
was apparently wiped clean

of any usable prints.

Fong's still processing
the trash we found

in the neighbor's bin.

Well, if the inside of
that house is any indication

of how good our shooter is
at covering up his tracks,

we're probably not going
to find anything.

Our perp might not be
as smart as you think.

Pulled some data off the
wireless modem in the house.

Someone logged into the
WiFi network multiple times

over the last three days,

including right up until
the time of the murder.

I was able to get the user
from pulling an IP address.

Kid named Joseph Son.

No priors.
Nothing in the system.

He's a Chem major at
Pacific Isle University.

Rents an apartment
two blocks from campus.

A Chem major who's obviously
way too smart

to cook meth in his own kitchen.

Building's
surrounded, Joseph.

Nowhere to run.

Steve, he's headed for the roof.

I got him.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't be stupid.

Joseph...
it's all over.

Get on your knees,
put your hands behind your head,

interlock your fingers.

No, no, don't do it,
don't do it,

don't do it!

Joseph. No! No!

So, this kid was more afraid
of going to prison

than he was of dying.

I don't think so.

It wouldn't be the first time
we've seen someone

try to take
the easy way out.

I'm telling you, Chin.

I mean, you didn't see
the look in his eyes

before he jumped off
that roof.

There was no fear there.

It was anger, hatred.

Fong.

Duke, CSU find anything
in Son's apartment?

Just a laptop.
The place was clean.

No evidence that he was
using or selling drugs or

engaging in any kind of
criminal activity.

And the neighbors said
he was a great student.

Not too many friends,
pretty much kept to himself.

And nothing in our cameras

that connected him with our vic
or the Cameron family.

Well, he chose that house
for a reason.

We need to find out
what that was.

Hey, remember those water
bottles we found in the trash?

Yeah. According to Fong,
there was residue

of hydrochloric acid,
sulfuric acid

and hydrogen peroxide
inside of them.

Hydrogen peroxide's
not used in cooking meth.

That's because Son wasn't
cooking meth in that kitchen.

He was making a bomb.

Well, ain't that cute?

You waiting
for an autographed picture

of me and that fish
I caught this morning?

No, I'm not, but not bad

for a guy in shallow water

with a snorkel
and a spear gun.

"Not bad"?

Yeah, you see, real
fishermen, what they do

is they dive out past
the jetty, first of all.

We free-dive in at least
30 feet of water.

We don't use a snorkel.

We certainly don't use
a fancy spear gun.

We use a, uh, hand spear.

Do you know what
a hand spear is?

You ever see one of
those before? Yeah.

Well, excuse me,
Jacques Cousteau.

You know, jealousy is
an ugly cloak, my friend.

You do not wear it well.

"Jealousy"?

No, no, no.

Look, that fish was
probably old, depressed,

you know,
maybe a little, uh,

senile, you know,
swimming around...

looking for a tiger shark
to end his days,

and then bumped into you.

A senile, depressed fish?

That's right.

You are some piece of work,
McGarrett, you know that?

All right.

To what do I owe the displeasure
of this visit?

I need your help
on something, Lou.

All right, you got it.
What is it?

That jumper out by university,

a kid named Joseph Son.
Yeah.

He's the suspect in the murder

of the pool guy up in Lanikai.

At the crime scene, we found
acetone, hydrogen peroxide,

hydrochloric
and sulfuric acid.

TATP.

I'm thinking he was
building a bomb.

But for what?
I don't know.

That's why I'm here.

We checked his apartment,
we checked his car.

They're both clean.
No explosives.

No, no contraband.

So you think there's
other players involved.

Yeah, and I think there's
an explosive device

out there somewhere.

Listen, I got a, I got that
sick feeling on this one, Lou.

I can't stop thinking this is
a part of something much bigger.

I need everybody you got
on this.

Hey.

Hey.

Is that Son's laptop?

Yeah. I just got into
some encrypted files.

It looks like Son's been
chatting over the Internet

with a top-tier Al-Qaeda figure
in Yemen, for over a year.

Here...

have a look.

You know him?

Yeah.

That's Muhammad Nazaria.

He's a poster boy

for the American
Jihadi movement.

And he grew up in a suburb
in Cleveland, Ohio.

Ivy-League-educated.

Last I heard he was hiding

in some lawless region
of Yemen.

Well, he may be in hiding,
but he continues

to get his message out.
The thing that worries me

is that chats
between Nazaria and Son

stopped a few months ago,
after this last exchange.

"Joseph, you must remain strong.

"The very definition of jihad
is to fight against

"and destroy the infidels.

"Once you've chosen this
path of righteousness,

you can never abandon it."

And then Son responds:
"You have shown me

"I have the heart of a lion.

"I'm prepared to sacrifice
my life on this earth

"for the good of our noble
jihad until our way is

is the way of life
for all people."

It's pretty clear

from reading the exchanges
over the last year

that Nazaria has slowly
indoctrinated Son

into his own radical way
of thinking.

Well, American kids
like Joseph Son,

becoming radicalized terrorists

is-is one of the intel
community's biggest fears.

So, Customs has
Son taking two trips

to Yemen over the
past 18 months.

He was traveling
on a student visa

issued through the university.

Now, I had TSA pull
the manifests

from all of his flights,

to see if he was
traveling with someone.

Sure enough, he was.

This kid--

Brian Miller, he was with Son

on every single one of his
flights to and from Yemen.

Same as Son.
No criminal history.

And no known ties to any
terrorist organizations

that would put him on the
radar with DHS or the FBI.

All right, look,
TATP is cheap,

it's easy to make,

there's how-to videos
all over the Internet.

It's possible these kids
are lone wolves,

inspired by Nazaria,

and planning some kind
of attack of their own.

Get down!

I'm good!
I got you guys covered.

Lou, you okay? Lou?

Perimeter is secure.

10-4.
We have a least 2 bogies--

one on the ground floor,
one on the second floor.

Look at that.

Lucky twice in one day.

Copy two bogies.

You know, only you
can see getting shot

as being lucky.

You stay down until I can
get you out of here.

That ain't happening.

It's over, Miller!
There's no way out!

Moving in! Cover me!

Throw down your weapon,
come out with your hands up!

He's done.

Got movement!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Give me your hands.

Oh, so you surf,

you kill people
and you make bombs, huh?

You're a real Renaissance woman.

I don't think
you get it, Dawn.

This is the major
leagues, right?

This is your life,
right here in this room.

Right now. This is it.

Okay, anything,
anything else happens

as a result
of those explosives,

anybody else gets hurt,

anybody else dies,

you're gonna pay for this
for the rest of your life.

You understand what
I'm saying to you?

Do you want to end this?

You can end this, right now.

You tell me where those
explosive devices are,

we end this right here,
right now.

You think you scare me?

You think I'm afraid?

Go ahead and beat me.

Torture me.

Do whatever you like.

Because you'll never get
in my head.

Steve...

we got something.

Get her over
to the Palace.

We're not done.

Look what we found.

This is no small-time,
lone wolf operation.

No.

They were gearing up for a war.

All right, so we know that Son,
Miller and Dawn Hatfield

were planning an attack
on Hickam Air Force Base.

It's what we don't know
that worries me.

Russian-style

military weapons,
100 G's in cash?

Somebody had to be backing these kids.
FBI's running the three of them,

looking for any connections

they may have
to players here or overseas.

And HPD and DHS
are stepping up security

all across the islands,

especially at military and
government installations.

Do-it-yourself bomb-making
instructions.

Nice touch.

The lab is running handwriting
comparisons to the samples

that we recovered from Son,
Miller and the girl-- no match.

I think we have to assume
the worst and operate

as if whoever drew up
these instructions

are still right here
on the ground on Oahu.

Yeah, and that there might be
other cells out there

waiting to strike.

All right, lookit, the military
sends all IEDs used

in attacks
against coalition forces

to an FBI warehouse near Quantico.
They also keep

a library of documents recovered
from raids

on Al-Qaeda
and Taliban safe houses.

Okay, I'll get everything
we have and send it

over to them.
Let's see if we can match

the designs of these devices
or the handwriting

in these documents to anyone
they may have

in their database-- see if we
can find these kids' partner.

The Symbionese
Liberation Army...

the BLA...
the United Freedom Front--

you know what all these groups
have in common, Dawn?

They all attacked their
own country and they all lost.

Their soldiers
were either killed

or sent to prison.

You understand what
I'm trying to tell you?

This little jihad
or whatever it was

you had going-- it's over,
it's finished, okay?

It's history.

The only thing left for you
right now is to save yourself.

Now, I know
you weren't acting alone.

I know that you had help.

I want names.

While you're thinking
about that, why don't you

do me a favor and help me
understand something?

Help me understand how
somebody like you,

a smart, standout high school
athlete from Seattle,

born in the greatest
nation on Earth,

turns against her own people?

You... are not my people.

Who are your people?

"Allah has cursed
the unbelievers

and proposed for them
a blazing hell!"

You should have it now.

Got it.

Good news is these instructions
are fairly detailed.

And the Arabic dialect used
in some of the writing

is unique to the Hazara region
of Afghanistan.

Okay, that should
narrow it down a bit.

I can get even more specific.

This is definitely designed
to be a roadside bomb.

TATP used
to initiate the charge,

C-4 used as the explosive,

and the combination of nails,
ball bearings and gravel

projectiles make it very unique.

Okay, so you've
seen this before.

IEDs like this have been used
in the area around Kandahar

over last couple of years.

That's where I'll start looking
in the database.

Okay, thanks.
I'll be in touch.

There was enough hardware
in that house

to make three bombs, Dawn.

Why don't you
tell me your plan?

Maybe detonate an IED
on the road

leading into
the Air Force base?

Wipe out some innocent
soldiers,

then what, a couple
of secondary devices

to shred up
the first responders?

That sound about right?

"Innocent" soldiers?

They drop bombs thousands
of feet in the air,

killing innocent women
and children like cowards!

Cowards?

You want to talk about cowards?

You should have said so.

Okay, let's talk about cowards.

Why don't we start
with your boy Nazaria,

your mentor?
Let's start with him.

Where is he?
He's hiding...

in a cave in the mountains
of Yemen.

You think that traitor
cares about you?

You think that piece of
garbage gives a damn

that your friends are dead
and that you're gonna spend

the rest of your God-forsaken
life rotting

in some federal prison?

Muhammed Nazaria is a warrior;
he's a soldier of God,

pursuer of the truth
and the light, okay?

He is the leader!

Leaders lead from the front.

And I don't see him, do you?

Where is he?

Don't you get it, Dawn?

They found you, okay?

Because they look for people
like you.

They look for people who are
vulnerable,

people who
are emotionally fragile,

who have a big wound
on the inside,

who are trying to get back
at somebody for something.

And they make you feel like you're
an important part of something,

a cause...
a cause bigger than you.

So big, in fact, that it's worth
giving your life for.

I am a soldier of Allah, and we
must fight you as you fight us.

Those of us that believe must
fight in the cause of God!

What are you talking about?
These words that

are coming out of your mouth,
they're not even your words!

They're phrases
that have been cherry-picked

from a holy book

and tailored to fit the lies
they've told you.

Listen to me, all right?

I get that it was rough
growing up,

your mom was alcoholic, your old
man, he was never around,

I get it. How old were you
when he died?

You were, like,
eight or nine, right?

I lost my old man, too.

I know what it's like
to lose a parent.

I didn't lose him.

He died, okay? He died fighting
your imperialistic war

against the peaceful
children of Allah!

You're wrong.

Your dad was a hero, okay?

He was a patriot, a soldier

fighting
for his country, Dawn.

You gotta remember him.

What would he make
of all this?

You gotta know,

somewhere inside you,
that this is wrong.

Some shred of regret.

My only regret
is that you stopped me.

Yo... your friend at Quantico's
got something you should see.

All right.

So the FBI matched
the evidence we sent

to two devices used in two
separate bombing incidents.

One of those devices targeted
a U.S. military convoy

traveling down a highway

outside of Kandahar,
in June 2012.

We lost four Marines that day.

There was one survivor,
Marine Sergeant Kirk Emerson.

He survived,
but he lost parts

of both legs and
an arm in the attack.

He's recovering in a
VA Hospital in San Diego.

Now, the IED that was used
was processed by the FBI

as soon as it hit the warehouse,
because it was used

in a fatal attack
on our soldiers.

Right. The components
were too fried,

so couldn't get any
DNA or fingerprints.

Right.

In November of 2012,
an Army EORT recovered

an identical device buried
on the side of the same highway

leading into Kandahar.

That bomb failed to detonate;
it was recovered intact

and then sent to Quantico
for processing.

And?

Well, because it wasn't involved
in a fatal attack,

it was set in backlog,

waiting processing
until right now.

But the FBI thinks

they may have found
some usable prints.

Okay, we got several good lifts
off the device.

We also got a hit
in the immigration database.

Their faces should be showing up
on your screen in a second.

According to TSA, these two
arrived on your island

18 months ago as legal refugees
from Kandahar, Afghanistan.

Hold on. These animals just
walk into our country?

They come through
the front door?

Immigration granted them
refugee status last year.

Well, how does that happen?

Because until you pointed us

in the direction
of that IED in backlog,

we had no evidence linking

these men to any militant
activities or terrorist groups.

They live a couple miles
from the base.

Well, we got the students.

Let's go get the teachers.

Come on, Mika! Go get 'em!

Move your feet, Mika!

Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Yes! Good play!
Excellent play!

Police! Out of the way!

Uday Jahani!

Get down on
the ground!

Get down on the ground now!

Put your hands behind your head.
Turn around.

On your knees.
Turn around.

You're under arrest.

Stand up.

Rahim Ahad!
Get down on your knees!

On your knees!

I said get down!

Hands behind your back.

You're under arrest...

for the murder of four American
servicemen in Afghanistan

and for conspiracy
to commit acts of terror

against the United States
of America.

Get up.

Take a good look.

This is what your last seconds
of freedom look like.

They wanted to stay
loyal to the cause,

but they're nowhere near
as loyal as their star pupil.

You see, these men,
they got families,

they got kids
they want to see again.

So, uh...

they gave everything up.

The plan to bomb
the Air Force base,

the network leading
back to Yemen,

the money trail--

they even gave up
Nazaria's safe house.

It's all over.

The only thing I need
out of you, Dawn...

is why.

I understand why
these guys hate us.

From the day
they were born,

they've been bred to believe
that we are the enemy.

But you...

with the opportunities
and the freedoms

that you were born with,
with the life...

You think you know me.

But you know nothing about me.

I know that your dad was
probably your last chance,

and when he died,
you lost your way.

You're pretty proud of yourself,
aren't you?

Brian and Joseph are dead.

You've got me
in a cage,

wrapped up neatly in a bow.

Do you think
we're the only ones?

We're not.

There are many more like me.

We're your neighbors.

We serve your coffee,

wash your cars...

and we will never stop fighting

until every single person
who walks this earth

accepts Islam
and all the wonders of God.

That's never
gonna happen.

Not in this country, anyway,

because for every one of you,

there's a thousand of me.

And just like you,

we're willing to die
for the cause, too.

And no matter
what you do,

no matter how hard
you come at us,

you will never change
the way we think

and you will never, ever...

change the way we live.

You wanted to sacrifice
your life for the cause, right?

Congratulations.

You just did.

Thank you.

Dawn Hatfield is being
charged with murder

and criminal conspiracy.
She's looking at life-plus.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer lady.

She'll have plenty of time
to come to her senses.

Do me a favor.
You hear me

complain about my PT ever again,

I want you to punch me
in the head.

Okay.

Good job.

Excuse me.

Kirk Emerson?
That's right.

I'm Steve McGarrett.

This is Danny Williams.
Hey, man.

We're with the Five-O
Task Force in Hawaii.

You are a long way
from home, man.

What can I help you with?

Help us? No, uh...

you've, uh...
you've done enough.

What? This? Nah.

I'm just doing my job, man.

Call it a bad day at the office.

Kirk, we've got
some news for you

that we, uh, we felt you
deserved to hear in person.

Yesterday,
we broke apart

a terror plot
on the island of Oahu.

It was targeting American
soldiers stationed

at Hickam Air Force Base.
I heard about that.

It's been all over the news.

Yeah. Well, we did
withhold some information

'cause we wanted to tell you
something personally.

The two Afghan nationals

that we put away...

they're the same two men

who attacked your convoy
in Afghanistan,

wounded you and
killed your buddies.

You have no idea
what that means.

For you to come all this way
and tell me that in person.

Look, we know it's not gonna
bring your friends back.

We know that.

But... we were hoping

maybe it'd help you
sleep at night

a little better, knowing that
the men responsible are...

they're going to finally pay
for what they did.

How do you say
"thank you" in Hawaiian?

Mahalo.

Mahalo.

Hey.

No thanks necessary.
We're just doing our job.

You can call this one
a good day at the office,

I think, right?

Oorah.

Semper Fi.

Okay, look, this is

my fracture two weeks ago
and this is it today.

See the difference?

Ooh. Nice rack,
bruddah.

What do you mean?

Ribs. Nice.

Oh. Right.

Everything's about
food with you

Not a lot of meat
on that bone though, huh?

So you, too, with the food.

That's... that's odd.

Okay.

If there ever is
a planetary famine,

please remind me
not to be near these two.

Hey...

thanks a lot for inviting me.

Hey!

Yeah, um...

Pua, you know this is
not a date, right?

We're just friends.

That's cool.

Uh, I mean I was
wondering if you had a cousin...

you know, someone who
kind of looks like you?

Exactly like you?

No.

I don't, Pua.

Or-or anyone will do.

Enjoy.

Mmm! Have mercy.

Will you look

at my fish? Mm-hmm!

She sure does clean up nice,
don't she?

She sure does.

Well, uh, listen,
ladies and gentlemen,

before we dig in,
I'd just like to take the time

to say a few words
about my, uh...

worthy opponent.

Here we go.

To become

so strong and mighty,

you spent many years

in the depths
of the ocean,

avoiding the nets
of the trawlers,

dodging the fisherman's spear...

Did you write this?

No, this is all him.

That's good, I like it.
Keep going.

You were not one to be fooled

by the baited hook

or by shiny lure,
oh, no.

You knew no fear,

for you were
king of the sea...

that is, until that
fateful moment yesterday,

when you swam

around that reef
and found

yourself looking
deeply into the eyes...

of a mighty warrior.

Stop. Stop there.

We're done, we're bored,
we're hungry.

Pass the damn fish

around the table.
I'm not bored.

Fine, fine.

Let's eat.
Let me get a little

of this first...
I got it.

Ooh! Mmm!

It's like liquid.
It's just...

just-just melts
in your mouth.

I just... Mmm!

There-- move that
around in your mouth.

How you like that?

How's that taste?
You know what?

It tastes like a suicidal fish

who gave his life
to pump up your ego.

Yeah, you're just
gonna keep right on

flogging that dead horse.

I'm just keeping it real, man.
Real?

Let me tell you what's real,
partner.

You, me, fish-off.

This weekend.

Biggest catch wins.

Thank you.

Anyone want to take
the action here?

Who? Who?

I'm holding the book.

I got McGarrett
opening at two to one...

What?
...based on

experience and
local knowledge.

All right.

I'll take, uh,
I'll take Grover for $20.

- Just because.
- Good.

No?

All right,
I'll take Grover for $40.

Ow!

So what's it gonna be?

You're on.

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