Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 5, Episode 6 - Ho'oma'ike - full transcript

Previously On Hawaii Five-0

There's a vintage bookshop in town

that's a cover
for a counterfeiting operation.

Jerry, you might be
onto something here, okay?

But you can't be doing this.
You're a civilian.

Thomas Farrow is clean.
His business is legit.

This guy is counterfeiting money.

- Thank you, sir.
- I'm sure of it.

- Who is he?
- If he knows,

we're gonna have to deal with that.

There's a listening device
implanted in the spine.



I just need someone to walk
into that store and sell it for me.

My uncle recently passed away.

Found this in his attic.
Looks like it might be worth something.

You have yourself a deal.

- Hello, Mr. Ortega.
- What are you doing here?

Returning your book.
Did you ever read it?

There's a passage in here

that warns of the perils of meddling
in someone else's affairs.

"He who does will face retribution."

Trick or treat.

Where's the enthusiasm, kids?

Better get those sugar levels up.

Is--? Is that blood?

Oh, that. Hm.



I was just carving up the corpse
of a man I recently murdered.

Mm.

Corn syrup, red food coloring
and just a pinch of flour.

That, children,
is the secret to realistic fake blood.

- Happy Halloween.
- Whoa.

That was weird.

Right.

- Where were we?
- Unh!

Okay, message delivered.

I won't say a word about anything.
Just, please, stop hurting him.

Such compassion.

But you see, while you were
just following your natural curiosity,

my associate here
failed to do his job.

Which was to protect our interests
from prying eyes.

Well, consider my prying eyes
diverted.

Look, I get it.

You just want to run your nice, friendly
counterfeiting operation

out of your antiquarian bookshop.

We all have hobbies.

Exactly.
Ours just happen to intersect.

Excuse me one moment.

God, you killed him!
Why would you do that?

Please don't.

Now, I want to know everything
you told Steve McGarrett.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Your flight landed hours ago.

I swung by your place,
tried calling you a bunch.

Yeah, I didn't feel like, uh,
going home yet, you know?

Yeah, I figured.

I figured, then I remembered
you telling me about this place.

Said it was a special spot for you.

How are your folks holding up?

You know, my mom's, uh,
just walking around the house, uh,

like a zombie.
She ain't put two words together.

My dad, he's putting on a brave face.
You know.

How you doing?

I'm all right.

You know, it's not your fault, Dan.

I don't know about that.

The coroner told us Matt was dead
before Marco even got to the island.

Matty. Matthew Williams! Hey!

Think about it like this,

three years ago if I didn't let
my brother get on that plane,

right now, he's sitting in jail,
not in the ground, right?

What are you doing?
Don't do that, man. Don't do that.

- It's true. It's the truth.
- Don't do that, man.

What, are you gonna second-guess
every decision you made?

I did that with my old man, Danny.
I did that with Freddie too.

The truth is I could never have saved
either of them.

Don't do that to yourself.

Your kids trick-or-treating tonight?

Samantha's a little old for it,
and after what she went through,

she still likes to stay close to home.
But the boy,

might as well be
the Super Bowl tonight.

Been gearing up for it for weeks.

I paid 50 bucks
just for his costume alone.

- He's only gonna wear it once.
- Mm.

All this for a pile of candy
we're only gonna throw in the trash.

Heh-heh.
Come on, now, be honest.

All that candy
doesn't get thrown away.

Well, the house gets its rake.
But, uh, mostly Twix.

Gentlemen, the good news is
our homicide victim is well preserved.

The bad news,
it's below zero in there.

You know what we call below zero
in Chicago?

April.

So Henry Chun,
manager of the restaurant.

Kitchen staff showed up for work
and found him like this.

The safe and the register
were both untouched.

The same can't be said
about the victim's tongue.

Max, get that thing out of my face.

Oh, forgive me.

The clean cut suggests that the tongue
was removed post-mortem.

The victim likely bled out
from the multiple stab wounds

to the chest and the abdomen.
I counted at least 17 of them.

All right, well, let's have CSU collect
all the knives in the place

and see if one of them comes back
as our murder weapon.

Stabbing someone 17 times.

It's possible our killer got caught up
in the moment.

But cutting out the tongue,
that's sending a message.

Maybe our vic runs his mouth off
about something and it gets him killed.

Well, we find out
what that something is,

we find our killer.

A motorist found him wandering
the streets up in Waimanalo.

He was dehydrated and disoriented.
Said he'd talk only to Five-0.

All right.

Jerry, just take your time
and tell us what happened.

When I got home,
Farrow was waiting for me.

Wait a minute. Farrow, the bookshop
owner that you were surveilling?

He put one of those
Guantanamo hoods on my head

and took me to a house somewhere
and was questioning me.

Kind of like Marathon Man
but without the dental abuse.

And instead of torturing me,
he was beating on this other guy.

What, uh--? What other guy?
Who is he?

I don't know his name,
but he's in on the counterfeiting.

- Or he was.
- What do you mean he was?

Farrow killed him
right in front of me.

It's all my fault.

Wait, why would Farrow
kill his own man?

For letting me get too close.

Please don't.

Now, I want to know everything
you told Steve McGarrett.

I told him everything!
He didn't believe me,

he even told me
to stop spying on you.

If I had told him the truth
from the beginning,

that guy would still be alive.

What have I told you
from the beginning, Jerry?

I told you to back off, right?
What were you thinking?

I don't know. That I was right
and you were wrong.

Look, I only did it for a couple weeks.

Farrow must have found out
and grabbed me to see what I know.

But he slipped up.

That doesn't change anything.

That money still leaves
the island tonight.

Okay, Jerry, um,
that doesn't make sense. I'm sorry.

If this guy had a plan
to move that money tonight,

why would he...?
Why would he just let you go?

I don't know.
He's a criminal mastermind.

But you can bet he has a plan.
Look, I know it sounds crazy.

I'm sorry
I went behind your back,

but I'm telling you the truth
and I can prove it.

Jerry, tell me the movers already
came and picked up your stuff.

No, they're not coming till next week.

This was Farrow.

He took everything, my files, my
backups, my backups of my backups.

Well, you must have backups
someplace else.

No, all my backups were here.

This was my life's work.

You had hours of recorded
conversations, surveillance photos.

That's what Farrow was doing.

He's destroying everything
you had on him.

- So you believe me?
- Yeah.

I, um... TBD.

That's good enough for me.
Now can we go arrest this guy?

Whatever happened
to immunity and means?

Since when does Five-0
need a warrant?

Since you decided to conduct your own
illegal surveillance operation, Jerry.

Oh, right.
Good point, that was my bad.

We want to protect you, okay?
If you're wrong, you could go to jail.

When we get in there,
just let me do the talking.

Copy that.

I'm sorry, I just...

I don't see how any judge
is gonna sign off on a warrant.

Recent and reliable information,
that's the criteria.

You have the recent, but I'm not
so sure about the reliable part.

What are you saying?

You're a self-published conspiracy
theorist who was breaking the law.

Hey, I am reliable.
I helped Five-0 find the Black Unicorn.

Excuse me?

What did I just say?
Outside, about not talking?

What did I say about not talking?

Listen, I know it's a lot to ask, Ellie,

but if I had another option,
I wouldn't be here.

Okay, look, it's a long shot,

but I'll give it a try
because I owe you one.

Thank you, that's all I'm asking.
Thank you.

All right, thanks, Duke.
H.P.D. ran our vic, Henry Chun.

No criminal record
and according to friends and family,

- he wasn't having trouble with anyone.
- That they know of.

Somebody really went out of their way
to kill this guy in brutal fashion.

That's a real nice costume
you got there, doc.

You know, my son's going
as a Ninja Turtle. He's 12.

Don't mind him, Max.
Look, every Halloween,

Max dresses up as a character
from a Keanu Reeves movie.

Except I wouldn't say The
Replacements is his strongest work.

If you were well-versed,
in the Keanu oeuvre,

you'd know that nine was the number
worn by the character Johnny Utah

from the 1991 masterpiece
Point Break.

I'm gonna give you a tip.

If you have to explain
your Halloween costume to someone,

it's probably not a good costume.

Okay.
Uh, Max, so, what do you have for us?

Well, I can safely say
that our murder weapon

wasn't among the knives
collected from the restaurant.

My autopsy shows
that the stab wounds

were inflicted
by a uniquely curved blade.

In fact, it is of my opinion, that our
murder weapon isn't a knife at all.

I believe it's a sickle.

What kind of a maniac uses a weapon
like that to mutilate and kill someone?

I'm thinking
maybe it's not a coincidence

this thing happened on Halloween.

It's Eddie...

- Hey, give me some good news.
- Sorry, struck out.

- What did the judge say?
- I don't know

if he was more surprised
by the actual warrant request,

or the fact
that you even asked for one.

Apparently, Five-0 has a reputation
for being gung-ho cowboys.

- His words.
- It's, uh-- It's grossly exaggerated.

Well, maybe so, but I threw
every legal precedent at the guy

and he wouldn't budge.
I'm sorry I couldn't come through.

All right.
Thanks, Ellie, I appreciate it.

- Well?
- We're good to go. Stay put, Jer.

- Really? We're good to go?
- I believe Jerry.

That's all the probable cause I need.

- Hey, Five-0.
- Hey, what are you doing?

On your knees.
Hands behind your head.

Hands behind your head.
Get on your knees.

Hands behind your head.
Interlock your fingers.

- What the bloody hell is going on?
- Shut up, don't move.

- Where were you this afternoon?
- What?

- Where were you this afternoon?
- I was here, handing out candy.

- It's what you do at Halloween.
- Anybody back that up?

Try every kid in the neighborhood.

Would you mind telling me
what the bloody hell is going on?

Get up. Up. Up.

You've been accused
of kidnapping and murder.

- Heh. By who?
- Me.

Yeah, this is where he held me.

And that room back there
is where he shot the guy.

What...?

What? I don't know who this man is,
but he's clearly deranged.

- I've never seen him before in my life.
- He's lying.

Bring in the crime-lab guys,
tear this place apart.

- There's got to be evidence here.
- I presume you have a search warrant.

Hell, yeah, we do.
Show him, McGarrett.

Turn around.

Sorry for the misunderstanding,
Mr. Farrow.

We'll be on our way now.
Let's go, Jerry.

- Wait, we're just leaving?
- Let's go.

You have a lovely home.

Hey, Duke, it's McGarrett.
I need a full surveillance package.

Subject's name is Thomas Farrow.

I want a unit on him 24/7 and I want
updates on any and all activity.

All right, thank you.

- Wait, what's going on?
- Yes, what is going on, Steve?

He had what looked to me
like a shrapnel scar on his arm.

The type I've only ever seen in battle.

But H.P.D. background check
didn't mention

- anything about military service.
- That's right.

I don't think Thomas Farrow
is who he says he is.

Okay, first a tongue, now eyes.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say
these two murders are connected.

Which means we have a serial killer

with a lot more body parts
to choose from.

All right, we need
to get in touch with the FBI.

See if they've got anything
matching this killer's MO.

Might not be the first time.

- Max, what's wrong?
- I know who our killer is.

Last Halloween,

something terrible happened.

It started as a prank

- and ended in murder.
- Aah!

They thought
they could bury the past.

But this Halloween,
they're going to learn

evil begets evil!

Allow me to introduce you
to our killer. Jack Knife.

Released in 1984,
it was originally panned by critics

as a pale knockoff
of John Carpenter's Halloween.

However, in recent years,
it is enjoying a well-deserved,

rabid cult following from...

Would you stop with the film-school
lecture and just let us see the rest of it?

Fine. But pay very close attention.
The next part may look familiar.

Tad? I thought you could use
an extra hand.

Tongue cut out,
killed with a sickle and strung up.

It's just like our first vic,
Henry Chun.

Okay, we have a copycat killer who's
reenacting scenes from this movie.

What's the body count
in this thing, doc?

Surprisingly, only three.

However, Jack Knife
took a token from each kill.

First the tongue, then his eyes,
the last victim loses his ears.

"See no evil, hear no evil,
speak no evil."

Great, now our killer's gonna be
looking for someone else.

Okay, but... I mean, why now?
This movie's 30 years old.

Not to mention
very difficult to get ahold of.

I had to employ my superior
eBay skills

to procure this bootleg VHS copy
from Japan.

Okay, the fact that
it's really rare might help us.

I'm gonna go check online,
see if there's been any recent sales.

All right, look, I get the guy
who sees Top Gun and wants to enlist,

but what kind of lunatic
sees a stupid slasher film

and then identifies
with a pumpkin-head killer?

Oh, I can field that one.

Jack Knife is one of the first antiheroes
to emerge from the slasher film genre.

Freddy Kruger, Mike Myers,
those were guys you ran away from.

But in this day and age,
with all the bullying,

modern audiences tend
to sympathize with Jack Knife.

We are rooting for him
to get his revenge.

So our murders
could be revenge killings.

If that's true, then our victims
weren't chosen at random.

Well, it's also worth noting that
they're both of the same age, 48.

All right, then we need to find out
what else they have in common.

If we can make a connection,

it could help identify
who our killer's targeting next.

Okay, here's who
Thomas Farrow is on paper.

Educated at Oxford,
moved here from Britain in 2012,

his business license shows he opened
his bookshop two months later.

Okay, so in theory, for two years,

this guy has been running
his bookshop

as a front to counterfeit cash. Why has
it not showed up on the radar yet?

Well, you heard McGarrett,
the guy's former military.

Which means we could be dealing
with a highly skilled individual.

Fluent in spy craft,
capable of creating a ghost identity

that can withstand
any background checks.

My money's on him being
an MI6 bad-ass.

That's British Secret
Intelligence Service.

- I know. I've seen James Bond.
- All right.

- Interpol came up empty on Farrow.
- What about the Brits?

I sent his photo
to their Ministry of Defense.

They said they'd run it up the chain,
but it may take some time.

And you bought that?

It's 2014, any kid with a cell phone
can do a facial rec and ID.

They're stalling.

Wait a minute,
if Farrow's government knows

that he was counterfeiting cash
on U.S. soil,

maybe they're not
so eager to claim him.

True.

Hey, can you guys manage here
without me?

- No.
- Well, you're gonna have to.

I have a British source.

He's kind of my one-stop-shop
for all Brit-related intel.

We also watch Doctor Who
together.

Huh.

Okay, look, I love the guy. I do.
I think he's fantastic.

And I'd like to believe him,
but we have nothing.

We have no body,
we have no counterfeit money.

Now, look, Jerry's eccentric,
Danny, but he's not crazy.

I mean, why would Farrow
even be interested in Jerry

if he didn't think
he was onto something?

By that same rationale,
why would he let him go

- if he was moving that money tonight?
- Unless that's his plan.

He knew Jerry would come back
and tell us everything, right?

Maybe he's waiting to see
how we would react.

So, what, we just wait, sit back,
and wait and see what happens?

Hold on. Duke.

Put a unit on him,
we're on the way.

Right on cue.

Farrow loaded up the van,
he's headed to the airport.

Step away from the vehicle.
Step forward and get on your knees.

On your knees right now,
put your hands behind your head.

That's right, interlock your fingers.
Hands behind your back, let's go.

Keep them there.

Steve, we got nothing
but old books here.

He played us.

All right, here she is,
in all of her mint, first-edition glory.

Bought her off a collector
in Texas a few months back.

Had to throw in a 5.1 Dune laser disc
to close the deal.

Which was cool because,
I mean, I have like six of them.

- Where were you this afternoon?
- Here.

Halloween's one of my busiest days
of the year. Why?

You rent that movie out
to anybody lately?

Does this look like
Blockbuster to you?

No, it doesn't,
because those don't exist.

All my items are pay-to-play.

Although,
I do hold free monthly screenings.

Jack Knife kicked off my Halloween
Slash-a-thon two weeks ago.

It was a big hit. Sold a bunch
of T-shirts and replica masks.

Okay, we're gonna need to have
the names of everyone

- who attended this screening.
- Good luck.

I don't even know who was there.

I just blasted an invite
to everyone on our mailing list.

It's over a thousand
e-mail addresses.

Yeah, well, go back there and blast
us out a copy of it there, Blockbuster.

I'll see what I can do.

All right, our suspect pool
just exploded.

Yeah,
but the timing does seem right.

This screening a couple weeks ago,
now we got bodies dropping.

Yeah, someone left that screening
just a little too inspired.

Mm-hm.

Ugh.

What is the appeal? I don't get
the appeal to horror movies.

What is that?

- What?
- Nothing.

Oh, not nothing.

You got something to say,
why don't you just say it?

Look, you're a big, strong guy
and you're afraid of horror movies.

- Oh, pfft.
- That's no judgment,

- no judgment.
- I don't watch them

because they insult my intelligence.

Look at all these stupid people and they
do stupid stuff and go in stupid rooms

and then they end up getting killed
in the worst possible way imaginable.

Let's say I hear a noise in my garage.
I get my pistol.

End of movie.

All right, here are those e-mails.

- Okay, great.
- Found something else in the back.

This is for you, big guy.
Take one home to your kids.

Boy, stop.

- You don't want this?
- Keep walking.

Blast from the past.
What you doing with these, brah?

I have two homicide victims,

and it turns out you went
to high school with both of them.

They were a couple years ahead
of you, Henry Chun and Mark Lerner.

Damn.
Sure, I remember those guys.

- What happened?
- We're still trying to figure that out.

What can you tell me about them?
Were they friends?

They were tight, they used to go
surfing together all the time.

They had a rep for being tough guys,
as much as that means in high school.

- You saying they were bullies?
- Mm-hm.

Strong preying on the weak.
But they knew better.

- They never liked to mess with me.
- Heh-heh.

All right, who did they mess with?
Anyone stand out?

Maybe somebody that they targeted
more than the others?

The way I remember it,

they were equal-opportunity haters.

And Chun and Lerner, they wasn't
even the worst of the bunch.

This kid they ran with, Brad Weiss,
he was the ringleader,

he was the vicious one.

- Mahalo.
- You think Weiss did those murders?

No, I think he's the next victim.

Mr. Weiss,
this is the Honolulu Police Department.

You have to call us back right away.

Help! Help!

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this to me?

GPS on Weiss' phone
shows he's at his house,

but Dispatch can't get ahold of him.
I'm on my way.

Kono and I are right behind you.

I want this perimeter locked down.
Nobody in or out!

Guys! Out back!

I'll check the perimeter.

I got a pulse.
I need EMT's at the back of the house.

I'll Call it in!

Damn it.

He's gone.

Where's your money?

Payment for those books
was made weeks ago.

I was just delivering them
to the buyer.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you enjoy
this game you're playing?

Obviously not.

I'm tied to a chair in
a windowless room with no cameras,

- and I haven't the faintest idea why.
- Yeah, you do.

- Sure, you do. You know exactly why.
- No, I don't.

You went to my home
with no warrant,

you make fictitious claims
of kidnapping and murder,

and then you arrest me
for conducting legitimate business.

That's harassment.
You have nothing to hold me on.

Actually, we do,
you failed to fill out form 7501,

authorizing the exportation
of commercial goods.

A technicality usually handled
by U.S. Customs.

Right,
but they're swamped right now,

so we're gonna hold the shipment
and you

until they can send somebody
to straighten that out.

It's probably gonna take a little while.

Meanwhile, your men
are busy searching my home

and place of business
to find evidence of a crime

I didn't commit.

I've read my fair share
of detective novels.

Well, that's good,
because you know how this ends.

Sad, really.

Heh.

Smart man like yourself,

willing to risk his entire career

to indulge the ramblings
of a crazy person.

That's a nasty scar.
How'd you get it?

Automobile accident.

German book buyer is legit. He's been
in business for over 20 years.

Okay. So that whole exchange
was a setup.

He was just testing to see if we were
watching him and we took the bait.

I think we might be too late.

H.P.D. went to the bookshop,
tore the place apart,

found nothing
about counterfeit money.

Might have unloaded it already,
he might have set it on fire.

Fine.
We go after him for the murder.

I don't care how good you are,
you kill somebody,

- you're gonna leave evidence.
- I spoke to Fong.

CSU's processing the house now.

Fong better give me
something soon.

- I can't hold this guy forever.
- One more thing, you have a visitor.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I hope it's not a bad time.

Detective Williams said that you
weren't busy, he insisted I wait.

- Did he?
- Yeah, she was saying, uh,

this guy was really nice and polite
and that he was a gentleman.

I wanted to make sure we were
talking about the same McGarrett.

Oh, that's funny.
So twice in one day.

What, you wanted to come see
where us gung-ho cowboys work?

Look, about that, I'm sorry
I couldn't get your warrant.

Especially after everything
you did for me.

Ah, Ellie,
you don't owe me anything.

Anyway, I thought you should know,
after I requested the warrant,

I got a bunch of calls.

Apparently, Thomas Farrow
is active in local politics.

He's donated money
to half the judges on the island.

Even worked on
the governor's campaign

- and was invited to the inauguration.
- Ah.

Well, it's a good thing
we didn't do anything stupid, then.

Seriously, if you're going to proceed,
you should tread carefully.

Yeah. Thanks for the advice.

Guess who hit the mother lode?

Jerry, hey. You remember
Deputy Prosecutor Clayton?

- Hey.
- Hi.

You were saying?

Uh, yeah. Um, you know Area 51?
Turns out there's an Area 52.

Blows your mind, right?

What did you do, Steve?

Nothing you, uh...
You would want to know about.

All right. I'll show myself out.

What did you find on Farrow?

Well, first of all, spoiler alert,
his name's not Farrow.

Mr. Weiss,
we need to ask you a few questions.

Henry Chun and Mark Lerner
are both dead.

Ring a bell?

Yeah, they were killed by
the same person who did this to you.

We think it was someone
you went to high school with.

Did you happen to get a good look
at your attacker's face?

No, he was wearing a mask,
but I know who it is.

Sam Cole.

This is all my fault.

When we were seniors in high school,
we used to pick on Sam.

- But I took it too far.
- What happened?

That movie came out, Jack Knife.

I thought it'd be funny
if we string Sam up like a scarecrow,

you know, like in the movie.

Henry and Mark said no,
but I talked them into it and...

So we beat him up
and took his clothes

and left him there all night.

When we took him down
in the morning, he was still crying and...

I said we'd kill him if he told anybody
and he never did.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Couple of years ago.

I go to get gas,
he's working the register

and we do that thing where you
pretend like you don't know each other.

When he took my money,
his hand was shaking.

Well, see, nobody goes
through something like that

without getting scars.

I was just a stupid kid.

I got an address on Cole. Let's go.

Good news.

Looks like you're gonna be
going home soon.

Ah, glad you've finally come
to your senses.

No apology necessary.

That's big of you.

Anyway, after we process
your extradition order,

we'll hand you over to the British
government in a couple hours, okay?

Major William Corrigan, right?

Former British Special Forces,
court-martialed in 2004

for excessive force in combat,

never showed up for the trial,
instead, you disappeared.

And here you are, living in Hawaii
under a false identity

and counterfeiting money
to stay afloat.

Bravo, commander.

You're a murderer.

Five innocent Iraqis died
as a direct result of your orders.

- I'm a soldier.
- No, you're not.

You gave up that privilege
when you crossed the line.

What line? Warfare's messy.
It lives in the gray. Always has.

My team had just cleared out
a village of insurgents.

As our convoy was leaving,
I spotted a hatchback approaching,

wrong side of the road.

Hundred meters out,
I had a decision to make.

So you lit it up, huh?
A mother and her four kids.

I wasn't taking any chances
with my men.

- You didn't even fire a warning shot.
- You've led men in battle.

You know how it is,
you hesitate, they die.

Was there collateral? Sure.

But all my boys
made it back that day.

You never cared about your men,
Corrigan.

If you did,
you wouldn't have killed this guy.

Lieutenant Colin Helms.
What, was he collateral too?

What did you do with his body?

You're nothing but a coward.

No.

The cowards are the politicians
who send us into battle

and second-guess
every decision we make.

It's never their blood
that's spilled though, is it?

What do you got?

Okay, CSU found blood trace
in Farrow's living room.

- Corrigan's living room.
- What?

Farrow is Corrigan. Corrigan
is Farrow. You know what I mean.

- Just get to the good part.
- Thank you.

Anyway, it's not blood.
They ran tests. It's not blood.

It's, uh-- It's corn syrup,
red food coloring and flour.

- They faked Helms' murder.
- Mm.

All right,
this was Corrigan's plan all along.

Releasing Jerry,
the deal with the German.

He wanted us to focus on him
so Helms was free to move that cash.

You got to hand it to the guy.
As far as distractions go,

he's up there
with Hans and Simon Gruber.

We gotta find Helms
before he makes that deal.

Drop your weapon.

Hands in the air. Drop your weapon.

Where's your father, Aaron?

When I came home with this,
he told me the story.

I always knew he was weak.
Pathetic.

Finally understood why.

What did you do to your father?

He's where he belongs.

Aaron, what did you do?

My father was smart. He could've
done something with his life.

Before they ruined it.

And mine too.

Look around.

At school, I'm the poor kid.

The one they laugh at.

- This is what those guys did to me.
- Hey.

This is not like the movies.

If I shoot you,
it won't be in the shoulder.

It'll be one shot. Center mass.
You're dead.

Now, that's how you end
a horror movie.

Guys, I think I got something.
Take a look.

According to British intel, Helms
has ties to a radical IRA splinter group.

The IRA? I thought they died
with the last Duran Duran album.

Well, they're making a comeback.

New faces, same ideology.

- The IRA, not Duran Duran.
- I got it.

But check this out.

This freighter has been anchored
four miles offshore.

Hasn't moved in hours.

Tag numbers show it being registered
out of Belfast, Ireland.

Why is a former British soldier
doing business with the IRA?

Corrigan thinks he was betrayed
by his own government.

He's not counterfeiting for profit.

He's funding a war
against his own country.

Target is five kilometers away.

- You are green to engage.
- Roger that.

Steve!

Checkmate.

- Okay, now you can say I told you so.
- Do I get a badge now?

No.

Come on, we got a sweet track record,
you and I.

We'll see.

- Eric Dickerson.
- Yes.

- Huge fan. Huge fan.
- Thank you.

Sir, you set the all-time single season
rushing record in your second year.

- I mean, that's-- It's insane.
- Thirty years, still holding up.

A.P. came pretty close
two years ago though.

You must have been sweating that out.

Nah. Would've been good for
the league, but between me and you,

I love my record.

Awesome. That's awesome.

- Hey, what brings you to the island?
- The ono.

- I come every fall for some fishing.
- All right.

I got to tell you,
my buddy's a huge football fan.

He's gonna be pretty jealous
when he learns that I met you.

- Let's take a picture and rub it in.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- Man, this is cool.

All right. You ready?

Eric Dickerson.

You gotta be kidding me.

Unbelievable.

- Nice technique.
- Casting is all about finesse.

You use brute force, like you did
with yours, you don't get as far.

Where'd you learn how to fish?

Every summer
we'd visit family in Australia.

Dad would take me down
to Port Phillip Bay,

we'd throw in a line and sit there
for hours, just me and him.

Mm. Whoa. Okay, not too fast.
You'll lose it.

Watch and learn, McGarrett.

All right. Look at that.

- Just like that, huh?
- What?

- You thought I was all talk?
- No, I just--

You know, I just, uh, figured you'd be,
like, a catch-and-release-type gal.

- Soft on fish violence and all that.
- Well, laugh it up,

because you're gonna gut it, cook it
and serve that fish to me

- with an ice-cold beer.
- Is that right?

Yep.

Consider it your apology for going
behind my back on that warrant.

Oh, right. That, uh...

Okay, it's a deal.

- Now we're even.
- All right.