Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 9 - Hau'oli La Ho'omoaika'i - full transcript

(cheering)

Huddle, huddle, huddle!

♪

Hey!
Hey!

Hut, hut!

I just want to thank my hands
for being so awesome.

Nice catch, Captain.
Thank you.

Why is he here?

I mean, uh, his family's all
in Chicago.

He had no place to go.

So you invited him
to a family football game?



Yeah.

Oh. Look, I understand you guys
had a bonding moment,

but you're aware that
that's the guy

that ratted you out
to the governor?

I'm just reminding you.

I mean, it's Thanksgiving, okay?

I mean,
call me the bigger man.

They're waiting for you.
Come on, let's huddle!

Come on, guys.
Let's bring it in.

CATHERINE:
Huddle, huddle!

42-35, our favor.
Come on, guys. Let's bring it in.

Listen, we hold 'em here,
the game's ours.

All right, now we got 'em.
This is the play.

Danny, I want you to line
up on my right, run a post,



you two line up on either side of me.
I want you to cross...

Just-Just give me the ball.
I'll get it into the end zone.

The only way you're
getting the ball

is if you got a jet pack
up your culi, okay?

On three-- defense!
One, two, three.

ALL: Defense!
All right!

DANNY: You know you're giving
the ball to me.

Let's go. Come on.
Easy six!

Here we go. Here we go.
Ready?

CHIN:
Set... hut!

(cheers, groans)

Please! No, no, no.
Mr. All-State QB. We're all tied up.

Next touchdown wins.

(turkey call ringtone plays)
Hold up, hold up, hold up.

That's it I gotta go.
Whoa, whoa, go where?

Go where?
What are you talking about?

I gotta, I gotta put
the turkey in the oven.

Oh-oh! What are you doing?
What are you doing?

You want to eat today or what?

Oh! Have Mary put the thing
in the thing.

What are you doing?
Mary's the prep cook.

What are you all looking
at me for?

The prep cook doesn't get
to stuff the turkey, okay?

This is my operation.
Oh, come on, are you serious?

This is unbelievable.
We got a game here.

I'll be back in ten minutes!

What the hell?

It didn't thaw.

What?!

I know, I know.

Did you take it out

of the freezer last night?
Yeah.

And you put it
in cold water?

Yeah. For sure.

Did you put it in cold water?

No.

No, I-I completely
forgot.

Please don't be mad.
Please.

You know what?
I knew something like this

would happen if I made you
my prep cook.

Well, then why'd you make me
your prep cook

if you knew this was
gonna happen?

You forced me to make you
my prep cook. You told me

that mashing potatoes
wasn't enough responsibility.

You wanted more
responsibility.

And I made you
my prep cook.

You're right.

(doorbell rings)

Okay, but listen.
I'm sorry.

Joan was so fussy last night.

I couldn't-I couldn't
get her down.

And I apologize.

(doorbell rings)
Yes, I'm coming!

Okay, uh, do me a favor.

Put the oven on,
get the sides started.

And I'll-I'll figure
something out.

(knocking)

(groans)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Aunt Deb?

(chuckles)
Come here and give me a hug.

(groans)

What are you doing here?

Well, it's been years
since I've seen you,

and I figured it's
high time

I paid you a visit.

You look fantastic.

Well, look at you.
Let me see...

Whoa-oa-oa-oa.
What?

(laughs)
What do you got?

I see a little little gray
fleck right there.

Oh, yeah, a little bit.
You like that?

Yeah, yeah, I like it.

I think it makes you
look very distinguished.

Thank you very much.
Yeah.

The tattoos not so much.

Aunt Deb?

Oh! It's Mary
and her little lamb.

Oh, honey! Oh!

I didn't know
you were coming.

Did you know
she was coming?

No, I had no idea.

Oh, it's so great
to see you guys.

Well, come on.
Let's sit down.

Aunt Deb, we'd love to,
but we're in

the middle
of a culinary crisis right now.

What's that?
We, um, screwed up the turkey.

(phone rings)
It's still frozen.

"We."

Well, then I got here
just in time.

McGarrett. Yeah, okay,
I'm on the way. I gotta go.

What, you're leaving already?

It's work. I gotta go. Listen,

can you handle
the bird, please?

Are you kidding?
We got it covered. Go. Go.

I want constant updates,
though.

All right?
All right, okay, go, go.

So, what are the odds of me
actually eating turkey today?

What do I got,
a 10% chance? 20%?

Will you relax, okay?
My Aunt Deb is there.

She's gonna figure
everything out.

Oh, your Aunt Deb.
Your father's sister.

The one who took care of Mary
after your mother faked her death?

There's something seriously wrong

- with you, you know that?
- Me?

You like reminding me of that? Why
would you like reminding me of that?

It's the truth.
Yes, it's the truth. Yes, it's the truth.

Aunt Deb who raised Mary
all by herself.

That must have
been trying.

You don't know
the half of it.

She walked away
from a record deal

when that kid got thrown
in her lap, you know that?

She was a singer?
You didn't know that?

I did not.
Yeah, she struggled

as a backup singer for 20 years,

and she finally got a big break,
but she walked away from it

as soon as Mary came
into the picture.

Just like that, huh?
Just like that.

She knew she couldn't raise a kid
if she was gonna be on the road

half the year,
so she quit.

She became a singing
coach instead.

Oh, ah, Catherine.
Yeah?

Hey.
What's up?

All right,
here's what we know:

so, a four-man crew was out
trolling for some skipjack

when they hooked this.

Huh. 45-gallon barrel.
That's not your usual bycatch.

Let me guess.
There's a-a body in here.

Just take a look.

All right.

Oh, no.

Where's the rest of him?

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪

(bell dings)

Help you ladies?

Yeah, we need a turkey.

You know it's Thanksgiving,
right?

Yeah. Look, hairnet, we don't
need sarcasm, all we need

is a turkey, okay?

Please?
We're desperate.

Let me check.

(fussing)

Here, honey, come here.
No-no-no-no-no-no.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on,

come on.

(fussing continues)

My baby.

(sighs)

You're like a baby whisperer.

(both chuckle)
I got my moves.

Oh, yeah? Can I have some?
What is it?

I don't know. I just,
I really feel like

I'm in over my head.

Did you ever feel
like that with me?

Always.
Really?

So I'm guessing I didn't
make life very easy for you.

Well, let me
put it this way.

You had your moments.

How'd you do it, Deb?
Huh?

I mean, I feel like

I have no clue what I'm doing.

You think I did? (chuckles)

Oh, honey, I-I was winging it
the whole time.

And it-it was scary.

Being a mom is the hardest job
in whole wide world.

But, you know,
I can't think of anybody

who's better suited
for it than you.

You got a big heart.

You're smart.
All you have to do

is love her with everything you got
and you're gonna be fine.

Hey, sweetie.

Okay, here we are.

Oh, you're kidding.

That's the best you got?
The runt of the litter?

Hey, next time plan ahead.

Thank you for that sage advice.

KONO:
What are you saying, cuz?

CHIN:
I'm saying it's over.

After we got back from
Tokyo, we took down

the rest of Michael Noshimuri's
allies.

That faction's gone, Kono.

They're finished.

(chuckles)

Oh, wow.

Any closer to finding Adam?

Um, from what I've been able
to piece together,

I think he may be in Seattle.

So I'm flying there today.

Okay. It's gonna be easier
for you to move around

now that you don't have
to look over your shoulder.

Yeah.
So I guess that means

you'll be spending Thanksgiving
at 30,000 feet.

Table's gonna feel empty
without you.

I'll be there next year.

I promise.

Hey, look, I should get going.

I don't want to miss my flight.

Good luck.

Mahalo, cuz...

for everything.

I just got off the
phone with Kono.

She's heading
to Seattle.

New lead?

We'll see.

So where are we at?

Okay, according to Fong,

the barrel our vic was
found in was filled with lye.

Surprise,
it's highly corrosive.

It's also cheap and easy
to get.

Hey.
Hey.

Max finish the autopsy?
He did.

And look what he found
around the vic's neck.

What is that,
a medical alert ID?

Says the name is Kyle Russo,
D.O.B.: 5-9-78.

(computer beeping)

Our vic was Secret Service.

♪

STEVE:
Excuse me, Devon Campbell.

Steve McGarrett.

Catherine Rollins. Five-O.
Field office said

you guys were coming.
Hang on a sec. Sorry.

Busy day. Yeah, we can see that.
What's going on?

The president's on his way
to the Island.

He'll be here
later today.

He usually does
Thanksgiving in DC,

but two nights ago he decided
he wanted to come here.

Doesn't leave us much prep time,
but... we'll be ready.

What can I do for you?
We need to talk

to you about one
of your agents, Kyle Russo.

Yeah, what about him?

He was murdered yesterday.

Why?

We found his remains
in a barrel

just offshore this morning.

You got any suspects?
STEVE: No, sir, we don't.

But everything is pointing
to a professional hit.

When was the last time you
spoke with Agent Russo?

I got a text from him
last night.

He said he was headed up
to the North Shore this morning

to check on a bookstore
POTUS might want to visit.

What time did
he send that text?

A little after 9:00. Why?

Because our M.E. puts
time of death someplace

between 5:00 and 7:00.

That means Agent
Russo's killer

took his phone, sent you
that text so you wouldn't

be suspicious
when he didn't show up

for work this morning.
Right.

My God.

Agent Campbell.
What?

All our agents have intel
on POTUS's trip

stored on their phone.

Itinerary down to
the half-minute.

Path of the
motorcade,

emergency protocols.

If that intel has fallen
into the wrong hands,

then we have a threat
to the president.

As a precaution, we're changing
the path of the motorcade

as well as all safe houses,
escape routes.

HPD's helping us
lock everything down

and SWAT's gonna back up
our Counter Assault Team.

Thank you for coming,
Captain.

No problem.
I got everybody on this.

All right.

What do you want from my team?
Plain and simple.

I need you to find the son of a bitch
that killed Kyle Russo.

Now, I don't have
assets in place

to run an investigation.

Right now, my only
concern has to be

the president's safety
and security.

I have no other
priorities.

All right,
I need to, uh,

retrace
Russo's steps.

What can you tell me about
his activities yesterday?

He was in Kailua
for most of it.

POTUS stays at

a private home out there
when he's in town.

Russo was looking into
some of the residents

to see if any of 'em posed a threat.
He check in with you?

He said there was one guy

he wanted to run
some background on,

maybe... maybe
talk to again.

He give you
a name?

Keith Nolan.
That's all he gave me.

Apparently, this guy's
renting a house out there

less than a quarter
of a mile from the one

POTUS is staying in.

Russo said it was
probably nothing.

When I got that
text last night,

I just assumed
the guy checked out.

Yeah, maybe he did.

But if Russo considered
him a potential threat,

he's somebody
we want to talk to.

All right.

Mr. Nolan?

Steve McGarrett,
Five-O.

Can we
talk to you?

DANNY:
Hey.

Boiling water
on the stove.

The guy, uh,
took off in a hurry.

That is a big bullet.

This is a NATO 7.62
sniper round.

It's accurate up
to 1,000 meters.

So maybe Russo was
onto something.

(door creaks open)

Hey! Five-O!

Let me see your hands,
right now. Who are you?

I'm Sheila Hicks.

I live up the street.

I look after the house
for the owner.

Can I put my hands
down now, please?

Of course you can.
I'm sorry.

Uh...
you, uh,

you happen to get
a look at the guy

that's been
staying here?

Mr. Nolan?

Yeah, he got in
yesterday morning.

He's from Maui.

He's a very friendly guy.

(door creaks open)

Oh, it's just my daughter!

Come here, sweetie.

Mom, what's going on?

It's okay.

These men are Five-O.

We just have
some questions

about the man who's
renting this house.

Can you tell us
what he looked like?

Sure. He's 40s.

Six feet.

Black hair.
Oh, and you know what?

And he had a tattoo
on the back of his neck.

Uh...

how 'bout this guy?

You, uh... you seen him?
SHEILA: Yes.

I saw him and Mr. Nolan
talking outside yesterday.

What time was that?

Little after 4:00?

You know, he didn't
stay very long.

Maybe three,
four minutes.

And then he left,

and Mr. Nolan took off
right after that.

But I-I haven't seen
either of them since.

Okay, how 'bout you?

You see anything?

I just got in an hour ago.

She flew in
for the holiday.

My Andrea's been traveling
for the last few months

but she wanted

to spend Thanksgiving
with her mom.

Oh, that's nice.

That's nice.
Uh, here's your keys.

Thank you.
Sorry about the scare,

and thanks
for your help.

You need anything,

I'm right
next door.

Nosy neighbor is a cop's
best friend, right? - Right.

All right,
thank you.

All right, so Maui PD
has no record

of anyone named
Keith Nolan

that matches
our description.

And according to TSA,

nobody flew in yesterday
under that name.

So I am taking a wild guess,

"Keith Nolan" is an alias.

All right, so Russo...

he's out here
clearing houses,

he meets a guy who calls
himself "Keith Nolan""

he gets a vibe.

All right,
I'm thinking maybe

Nolan could sense
that Russo was onto him.

He follows him
and he kills him.

It's a good theory.

If we're right,
I only have one question:

this guy had to have known
the president was coming

before the Secret Service
went public with it.

That's closely-guarded info.

How did he get it?
Advance team's

been on the ground for 36 hours.
(phone ringing)

Maybe he figured it out.

Yeah, McGarrett.

Wait a minute, what?

What do you mean, she was...

When was she arrested?

Oh, Mary got arrested.

No, my aunt.
Your aunt got arrested?

I didn't see that coming.

(buzzer sounds)

(Steve sighs)

STEVE:
Hi.

Hi.

Thanks.

A second.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Good.

(door closes) Do you want to tell me
what happened?

Well, I...

I needed some grass,
and, uh...

how was I supposed to know
the guy was a narc?

What?
I wouldn't even be here

if it weren't for those fascists
at the dispensary.

They wouldn't
take my card.

The dispensary?

What... wait
a minute, why...

Yeah, and the guy
behind the counter

told me where
I could find some,

and then I run
into this narc...

Okay, stop, please.
For a minute.

What?

Can we go back?
Yeah.

Why do you have
a medical marijuana card?

I have cataracts.

You have
cataracts?

Yes.

Cataracts, that's what happens
when you get old.

Are you telling me
the truth?

Look...

half the people
my age get them.

(laughs)

Deborah.

Steven...
I'm a cop.

I read people
for a living.

You're not telling me
everything.

Oh...

this isn't how
I wanted to do this.

(sighs)
Do what?

(sighs)

(clears throat)

Okay, um...

A couple of months ago,
I wasn't feeling so good,

and, um... I was tired
all the time,

nauseous, headaches...

So I went to the doctor

and they ran a whole
bunch of tests, and, um...

Turns out...

I have a tumor
in my brain.

You have cancer?

Yeah.

How bad is it?

It's bad.

Okay, all right.
(clears throat)

What's the plan?

What's the course
of treatment?

Well... there is none.

There is none,
it's... it's...

it's too far along.

No, but...
you know,

chemo, radiation...

No, we talked
about that,

but I... I decided
against it.

Why?

Because they said
it wouldn't work...

so I...

All right, so you just...
that's it? You just give up?

Is that what you're gonna do?
No, no, no, no, wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. 'Cause you can't do that.
No, you can't,

because that's what...
You gotta fight this.

Listen to me.

I don't want
to spend

whatever time
I have left

in some hospital,

getting pumped
full of poison

and feeling crappy
all the time, okay?

That's not how
I want to do this.

This is what
I've decided.

(sighs)

I know...

Okay.

That's why you're here,
isn't it?

You wanted to come say
good-bye to us.

(sighs heavily)

(sniffs)

Listen, uh...
you can't say

anything to your sister.

Wait, what?

You can't do that, Deb.
That's not fair.

You can't keep
this from her.

No, I-I'm gonna
tell her,

I'm just waiting for
the right moment, okay?

Okay.

Look...
Hmm?

You better get
back to work.

I've still gotta
get booked.

You're not
getting booked.

I am getting
booked.

I don't want any
special treatment, okay?

I'm serious.

Fine. Fine.

You're getting booked.

(sniffs)
Good.

I'll send someone to pick
you up when you're through.

Make sure he's
good-looking, okay?

(laughs)

Kid, I love you.
I love you, too.

It's gonna
be all right.

Hey.
Hey.

So I'm running through
some footage that HPD pulled.

I was able to track

Kyle Russo's
movements

from a food truck
he ate at

through Duke's Marketplace,
and you guys were right.

He was followed.

Guy in
the baseball cap.

DANNY: All right, about
six feet tall,

uh, black hair,

tattoo on his neck.

Matches our description.

All right, keep going.

All right, Chin,
roll it back

a little bit.

Let's see if you could snap in,

get a clean frame of his face.

Killer's name is Dante Barkov.

He's an assassin-for-hire.

He has no allegiance
to anybody.

What are you doing
to find him?

Well, we have
an alert out.

We're also looking into
any known associates

he may have
on the Island.

But right now,
we don't have any leads

on his exact
whereabouts.

Given the circumstances,

your boss needs
to cancel his trip.

That's not
gonna happen.

All due respect, sir,
we're not talking about

a whack job with
a six-shooter, here, okay?

This man
represents

a serious threat
to the president.

Gentlemen...

the president
won't cancel.

I mean, think of
the message it'd send.

The message?

You get the feeling this gentleman isn't
telling us the truth?

Oh, do you get
that feeling, too?

This trip is not about
Thanksgiving, is it?

If it was,
the president would

turn his plane around
and go home

because of
a man like this.

So why don't you
level with us,

and tell us what this
smoke screen is all about?

The president is coming
for a secret meeting

with a small group
from North Korea.

These are one-on-one talks

which could lead to disarmament,

maybe even regime change.

The stakes are huge.

He won't cancel.

Gentlemen, whether
we like it or not,

Air Force One is wheels down
at 6:00 p.m.

If you're right,

Barkov is still planning
to assassinate the president.

We have two hours to find him.

CHIN: I just got
off the phone with Fong,

who thinks Barkov
might have had some help

in disposing of
Kyle Russo's body.

It turns out

that the M.O.
is pretty specific.

For starters,

the lye that was used

was actually potassium lye.

It's a lot less common
than the regular kind.

Also, it was mixed with water,
which speeds up the reaction.

I cross-referenced
this particular M.O.

with some old cases
and got a few hits.

Anyone with a connection
to Barkov?

Just one.

Rafael Moreno.

He's a cleaner
for an Albanian crime syndicate.

Barkov allegedly did
some jobs for him.

Now, according to Interpol,

Moreno has disappeared
at least a dozen bodies

in the last 18 months.

Okay, so Barkov kills Russo
once Russo gets onto him,

but, uh, body disposal
isn't exactly in his wheelhouse.

So he calls his boy,

Rafael, who hops a flight

to Oahu to help out.

Except for the fact
that there's no record

of any Rafael Moreno
on any inbound flights.

So he used a fake ID.

Which is exactly why
I've got TSA

checking to see if they took
any snapshots of him

while he was at the airport.

If we can determine
what flight he was on,

we can get an alias.

Right, track him down here
on the Island,

see if he can lead us to Barkov.
Right.

(phone rings)
Hey, this is TSA now.

Hey, uh,

you got a second for me?

For you I got a whole minute.

Thank you. Come here.

Oh, thanks.

Deb?

Yeah.
Hi.

I'm Catherine Rollins;
I'm Steve's friend.

Friend?

(chuckles)

Steve asked me to,
uh, come pick you up

and take you back to his place.

And did he tell you
anything else?

I'm so sorry.

If there's anything
you need at all,

just please let me know, okay.
Thank you.

Let's get you home.

No, I don't... I don't want
to go back there just yet.

Where would you like to go?

Take me to the most
beautiful spot on the Island.

I know just the place.

Come on.

STEVE:
I need some advice.

It's, uh, it's about my aunt.

Aunt Deb, she's sick.

She's sick?

Sick, uh...

She's sick;
she's got a brain tumor.

(groans)

I'm sorry, man.

Yeah.

What, uh,

what-what are they gonna do?

(sighs) It's inoperable,

but she's refusing any
other kind of treatment.

I guess that's
her choice, right?

Well, yeah, it's her choice,
but here's the thing,

I mean, it's not just her who's
gonna be affected by this.

I mean, Mary?

Mary-Mary's gonna be
destroyed if we lose her.

Okay?
Mm-hmm.

First Mom pulls

her famous disappearing
act again and now this?

What do I do? How do I... How
do I get her to change her mind?

I don't think, uh,

I don't think you...

I don't think you do try
to change her mind.

You know, I mean, look,

if this...

is your last
Thanksgiving together,

what, you want
to spend it arguing?

No.
No.

You want to try to make
some memories,

some good memories,
something that's gonna last,

something that's gonna bring you
through whatever's coming next.

That's my opinion.

Um,

I'm sorry, man.

(door opens)
Yeah.

Hey, so TSA came through.

Moreno flew in late last night

using the name Diego Silva.

Rented a car using
the same alias.

I was able to ping it
and get a location.

Five-O! Hey, Five-O.

Hey, hey, don't move.
Don't you move.

Rafael Moreno,
you're under arrest.

Get down on your knees.

Put your hands behind your
head, interlock your fingers.

(gunshot, groaning)

Really?

You really thought

that lame ass move
was gonna work?

Brother, you're a lot
dumber than you look.

(groaning continues)
Get up.

CHIN: Steve, the rest
of the house is clear.

There's something you're gonna
want to see.

I got him, I got him.

What's the matter?

Somebody shoot you?

'Cause you got
a nasty boo-boo.

Looks like Barkov's
been staying here as well.

The question is where is he now?

(sirens wailing)

STEVE:
Okay, good.

Yeah, keep me posted.

Hey.
Yeah?

That was Campbell.

The Secret Service,
did they blink?

Air Force One is being diverted
to Kona,

and they are pulling
the security detail as we speak.

(sighs)

What about the house?
CSU find anything

that can tell us
where Barkov's headed?

No, not yet.

They're going through the garage
right now.

They did find a couple bags
of lye, though.

This must be where
they brought Russo's body.

Thanks, Captain.

So you gonna tell us
where Barkov is?

Okay, uh,

Rafael, let me, uh,

you know, break it down for you,
'cause you seem like

you might be confused;
I'm here to help you.

Uh, you're an accessory

after the fact, which is,
uh, it's bad.

Uh, got about a half dozen

international law
enforcement agencies

that want to talk to you,
they want to ask you questions

about some terrible things
that they think you've done.

That's just the beginning.

Right, not to mention,

Barkov planned to kill
the president, too.

We should add
that to the list.

What?

I don't know nothing
about the president.

Oh, I'm sure you don't.

Just like
you didn't know anything

about Kyle Russo, right?

How about this, Rafael?

You're gonna die in prison.

Okay?

But if you talk to us,

then maybe, maybe
we can help you.

I tell you anything
about Barkov,

I end up in his crosshairs.

No, no, no.

We'll protect you.
(scoffs)

Not from him.

It is beautiful.

Mm-hmm.

You know, the navy

took me all around the world,
but this...

This is home.

Yeah.

You know, Catherine,

I got a feeling you're gonna
be sticking around for a while.

So, um, can I ask you a favor?

Of course.

Well,

you know Steve has

that tough guy act down pat.

Mm-hmm.

But underneath it all,

he's still
that vulnerable little guy

who thought he lost his mom
and had to grow up too soon.

And Mary,

she's the only one

who really gets that about him
because she lived it, too.

And, um,

well, once I'm gone,

they're gonna need each other
more than ever,

even though they both
won't want to admit it.

Stubborn kids.

So...

You think maybe
you could see to it

that they stay close?

I will.

I promise.

Thanks.

CHIN:
Hey, Steve,

found a boarding pass.

It's one
of Barkov's known aliases.

Check the arrival time.

Barkov landed on Oahu 12 hours
before the Secret Service

even started
their canvass.

So either this guy is psychic...

Or the president
is not the target.

He's after somebody else.

Who's the target, huh?

Who's the real target?

Hey, what's going on?
Barkov's not here

for the president--
he's on a job.

That's right. And since
Barkov called Moreno here

when he needed help,

I'm thinking that job was
for his old friends back

in Albania.
You gonna tell me

who the real target is?

Huh?
Guys, clear out.

CSU, come on. Let's clear out.

Come on, what, are you gonna
waterboard me now?

I don't think so.

What's going on? No, no...

(coughing)

What's going on: you're gonna
talk or you're gonna burn.

You understand?
Wait, wait. You can't do this! Hey!

Who's the target?
Who's the target?!

Who's the target?! Huh?!
Okay, okay, okay!

Okay. Barkov's target is
a woman in Kailua. - Not enough!

Andrea Hicks! Andrea Hicks!
That's all I know!

DANNY: Hold on, hold on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. The nosy neighbor.

The one who gave us
Barkov's description.

Her daughter's name was Andrea.

CHIN: What did she do
to warrant a hit?

I don't know and I didn't ask.

But Barkov won't leave
the Island till the job is done.

(phone ringing)

No answer at Sheila Hicks'.
(phone rings)

Catherine, what do you got?
Okay,

so I've been looking
into Andrea Hicks.

Up until two months ago,
she was living in Dallas,

working as a dental hygienist.
Then...

she just dropped off the grid.

Do we know why?

Well, according to the FBI,

she witnessed the murder
of a high-ranking member

of a Russian crime family.

The Feds wanted
to talk to her-- she went

into hiding instead.
DANNY: Okay,

and meanwhile the family,
they hire Barkov

to track her down
and shut her up,

permanently.
All right, Catherine, listen to me.

You keep trying
to find Andrea, okay?

We're almost in Kailua.

Yeah, you got it.

(siren blaring)

(quietly):
We need to get out of here.

What?
Yeah, come on...

(click)

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

Came from the woods.

Secure the perimeter.

We need to lock it down.
Get your men in position.

All right, you heard the man.
Let's move out.

There, there, there.

♪

(gunshot)

SHEILA:
Oh, my God!

(sobbing)

(gasps)

(gunshot)

Danny!

(sobbing)

Okay, okay.

She caught it
in the shoulder.

She's gonna be okay.

♪

What's the matter?

You all right?

Why wouldn't I
be all right?

Well, you do seem
a little nervous.

Nervous?

Oh, no, no. We're about
to meet the president.

Why are you so zen?
That's a better question.

All of you.

I'm just cool like that.

You know, the president's
a local boy.

That makes us
practically hoapili.

I don't know
what that means.

I was nervous, too,
the first time.

"The first time"?

When'd you meet
the president?

I can't tell you that.

It's classified.

Oh, it's classified,
huh? Oh.

Was it during, uh,
Operation Strawberry Fields?

I've already
said too much.

Huh.

How do I look?
I look all right?

Yeah, you look very handsome.

Thank you.

You do, too.

Thank you.

Hey!
KAMEKONA: Hey!

Here they are, America's heroes.
Look at you.

No thanks necessary.

All in a day's work.

I will take one of those
Longboards though. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, brother.

All right,
want to make a toast.

Uh, making the world safer for
turkey and apple pie, that's us.

(all chuckling)

Speaking of turkey and
apple pie, where's dinner?

Well, I'm afraid, uh,
Mary and I struck out,

uh, when it came
to finding a turkey

big enough
to feed everybody here.

But Kamekona here
has graciously offered

to fix... a shrimp casserole.

Hey, you guys
save the world,

I'll save supper.

DANNY:
No, absolutely not.

We're not eating shrimp
for Thanksgiving.

Beggars can't be
choosers, brah.

STEVE:
Actually, they can.

Uh, I have a
contingency plan.

Really? What kind of plan?

I can't tell you;
it's classified.

Again with the classified, huh?

I had the talk with Mary.

How'd she take it?

She's a strong girl,

but I think right now,
she needs her brother.

(sobbing softly)

We're gonna get
through this.

Yeah?

I just feel
so bad for Joan.

She's so young, and she's not
gonna remember her aunt.

I know. It's
okay though.

We're gonna tell her
all about Aunt Deb.

We're gonna tell her all
about how much she loved us.

All right?

I'm really sorry
about the turkey.

Come on.

That's the best thing
that could've happened.

NICKY: ♪ She's only got
a thing for me ♪

♪ He's got a thing for my baby

♪ But she don't swing...

DANNY: So this was
your contingency plan?

STEVE: Will you
just have a seat.

♪ Fellas should stay away

♪ This gal don't sway

♪ She's only got
a thing for me. ♪

(music ends)

Yeah!

Boy, you're a
great audience.

And because
you're a great audience,

I got a special surprise
for you.

Is he gonna tell that
Sinatra story again?

No, I don't think so.

Many, many years ago,

my good friend John McGarrett
used to brag about

his sister singing in
these legendary nightclubs

in Los Angeles,
like the Trocadero,

Ciro's and the Cocoanut Grove.

And the beat goes on and on.

Well, I never got to hear her.

But as fate has it,

right here tonight in this club,

we have... Deb McGarrett.

(applause, crowd murmuring)
Deb,

would you please come up
and sing a song

for this marvelous audience?

(applause)

Hey!

(crowd cheering, murmuring)

(mouthing)

You plan this?

Just making
some memories, right?

Oh, boy. Okay.

(chuckles)

Well, I certainly
didn't expect this.

Um...
(clears throat)

I mean,
I haven't sung in, well...

(chuckles): about a hundred
years, and, uh...

(crowd chuckles)

Well, these old pipes
are pretty rusty.

But, uh, since it's
a special occasion,

oh, what the hell.

I'd like to dedicate this song
to my family,

my little ohana, Steve,
Mary and baby Joanie.

(sighs)

I love you all so very much.

Here goes. Bear with me.

Maestro.

(piano playing jazzy intro)

♪ Taking stock of what I have
and what I haven't ♪

♪ What do I find?

♪ The things I've got
will keep me satisfied ♪

♪ Checking up on what I have
and what I haven't ♪

♪ What do I find?

♪ A healthy balance
on the credit side ♪

♪ Got no diamond, got no pearl

♪ Still I think
I'm a lucky girl ♪

♪ I've got the sun
in the morning ♪

♪ And the moon at night

♪ Got no silver, got no gold

♪ What I've got
can't be bought or sold ♪

♪ I've got the sun
in the morning ♪

♪ And the moon at night

♪ Sunshine gives me
a lovely day ♪

♪ Moonlight gives me
the Milky Way ♪

♪ Got no diamond, got no pearl

(laughs)

♪ Still I think
I'm a lucky girl ♪

♪ And with the sun
in the morning ♪

♪ And the moon in the evening

♪ I'm all right.

(music ends, crowd cheering)