Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 6, Episode 15 - Ke Koa Lokomaika'i - full transcript
A man who was shot is brought to the hospital by another man. Steve then goes to talk to the one who brought the one who was shot but he's mentally challenged so it's hard for Steve to question him. So Steve promises to let him do his routine if he helps him and he does by showing him where he found him. Steve then takes him to where he works, a parking garage and Steve notices he follows a routine which the one who was shot told him to do. Steve then discovers someone broke into the bank next to the garage by digging a hole through the garage but they didn't take anything or least anything that they can see. And Danny's mother comes to take part in a time share presentation and asks Danny to accompany her but they later learn the invite was pretense to get her to come.
Previously on Hawaii Five-O...
Chin, what's the matter?
You know this guy?
Yeah, his name
is Gabriel Waincroft.
He's my brother-in-law.
What I should do is throw you
off this damn roof!
I should do the same to you
for not protecting my sister.
You murdered my father,
you son of a bitch.
Tell me why!
Delivery.
You see, this is
a chess game to him.
He just sent us a very clear
message that he is moves ahead.
I'd like to, uh, introduce you
to Inspector Abby Dunn.
San Francisco PD
is putting together
a task force
based on what we do.
Aloha.
Hi.
I like you, Chin, I...
I really like you.
I like you, too, Abby.
But I'd much rather have
this conversation in person.
Except I'm in San Francisco
right now.
Work stuff.
Okay, it's-it's all there.
Let me see my brother now.
Deal's a deal.
Matty.
Matty, it's me.
Want to take him with you?
Or would you prefer
that we ship him?
♪ ♪
There's my boy!
Come here.
Mama!
Hey, Ma.
Hello, handsome.
Mm, so good to see you.
We all deserve nice things.
An escape from the bland,
the mundane, the vanilla.
What you've seen here today
can be your escape.
The Mau Loa Vacation Club
is offering
an exclusive opportunity
for timeshare ownership.
And if you sign up
with us today,
you, too, can live the dream.
Shall we?
He's very good.
Yeah, yeah, he's great.
You know, “timeshare ownership”
is kind of like an oxymoron.
You know, you basically
get a fancy hotel room
with a mortgage payment--
that's all it is.
Does someone have a question?
No, no, my husband
was just remarking
on how beautiful
the place is.
Mr. Williams.
Hmm?
Let me paint this
picture for you.
Okay.
The sun's
melting into the Pacific.
You've got a bottle of Domaine
Chandon Etoile Rosé on ice,
and this beautiful wife of yours
in your arms.
Can you imagine anything
more romantic than that?
No, no.
You-you can put the paintbrush
down for a second.
Honey, I need to speak
to you alone if that's...
No, no, don't be rude,
sweetheart. It's okay.
Just-just carry on.
We're re... we're good.
Clara, now.
I need to speak,
I got to speak to her right now,
you understand, right?
See? Come on.
Excuse us.
We'll be right back.
Sorry.
Promise.
Ma?
Yeah?
Make it stop.
It's over.
Please, I don't want
to do it anymore.
You promised.
Yeah, I did. I promised.
I promised that
I would pretend I was Dad
so you could get
tickets to a cruise.
To where, I have no idea.
Okay, but you-you
promised me
that it would
only take one hour.
We've been here
for four hours.
Four hours is nothing.
Do you know how long
I was in labor with you?
36 hours!
Mm.
Not to mention,
every Saturday,
all those Little League
tournaments.
Remember those?
Driving all over
the tri-state area?
I sacrificed for you.
So man up and pretend
that we're married,
because I am not leaving here
without that cruise-- got it?
Mm-hmm, I got it.
You're gonna be on a cruise,
I'm gonna be in therapy, Ma.
About time.
Ma...?
Fix him.
Please?
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 6x15 ♪
Ke Koa Lokomaika'i
(The Good Soldier)
Original Air Date on February 19, 2016
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
Hey, what do we got?
So, our victim's a John Doe.
He was brought in DOA, multiple
gunshot wounds to the chest.
What about the guy
who brought him in?
His name is Neil Palea.
CSU swabbed his hands.
No trace of GSR.
Doesn't look like
he's our shooter.
Well, what's his connection
to the Vic?
Mm, he wouldn't tell me.
What, he's refusing
to cooperate?
Not exactly.
Hey, Neil...
this is Commander
Steve McGarrett.
Remember I told you
about him?
He needs to ask you
a few questions, okay?
My uniform is stained!
I can't show up
for work like this.
I need to go home and change!
Okay.
No problem.
“Neil” like Neil Armstrong?
First man on the moon.
Commander Armstrong's left boot
hit the lunar surface
at precisely 2:56
Coordinated Universal Time.
Yes, sir.
“One small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind.”
“One small step for a man.”
Acoustic analysis confirmed
the missing syllable.
Really?
Did you know that?
No.
I didn't know that, either.
Huh.
You know, Neil, I really
just wanted to, uh,
ask you about the guy you
brought into the hospital today.
Was he a friend of yours?
What was his name?
Mark.
Mark. Huh.
Thank you.
You know what
his last name was?
I already told you his name.
We're late for work.
Oh, you and Mark
worked together?
Ah, where was that?
Hey, Neil, Mark was,
Mark was hurt.
Real bad. He died.
And I want to find
the person who did it,
so I need you to tell me
what you saw.
Do you know who hurt Mark?
Okay, Neil, that's okay.
Neil came to us
about five years ago
after his mother
passed away.
He's highly functioning
and capable of a lot,
but like anyone
on the spectrum,
he's had his difficulties.
Social interaction,
for example.
Neil doesn't
really have friends.
That's why Mark was
so important to him.
You know,
I'm wondering if, uh,
the reality of Mark's death
has actually sunk in yet.
Well, Neil
processes trauma
differently than you and I.
His routine is very
important to him.
And Mark was part
of that routine.
Every day, Neil would
take the bus to Mark's house
and they would drive
to work together.
And on Saturdays,
they'd play Konane.
A disruption of that
routine may be
more difficult for him
than Mark's death.
Hey, Neil.
You know, Janet was just
telling me that, uh,
you go by Mark's house
every morning before work.
Did you go there today?
Yes.
He was hurt.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Can you take me
to Mark's house?
No.
I'm one hour and 47 minutes
late for work.
I'm gonna be in trouble.
Neil...
Remember what we talked about.
Sometimes schedules
can change.
Now, Commander McGarrett
needs your help.
No.
No! I have to leave!
I have to close P-2 at 9:00 p.m.
Very important!
How about this, Neil?
What if we make a deal?
What if you show me
where Mark's house is,
and I promise you I will get you
to work before 9:00 p.m.
Number six bus.
Okay.
At the coffee shop,
make a right.
It's the house
with the blue mailbox.
Blue mailbox.
All right, buddy.
Hey, Kono, uh, stay
with Neil for a minute?
Yeah, copy that.
Five-O!
Clear!
Clear.
Valuables are untouched.
This wasn't a robbery.
It was an execution.
Vic's name is Mark Walker.
Looks like he was
heading to Los Angeles.
And he was planning
on taking Neil with him.
One way tickets
purchased this morning.
These guys were in a hurry
to get out of town.
Yeah, but who
were they running from?
Neil, how you doing?
You okay?
You promised you would
take me to work.
You can't break a promise!
Nope. No, you're right.
I'm not gonna
break a promise, Neil.
We're gonna go to work, okay?
We're going to work.
I just, I gotta
ask you one question.
Did Mark say anything about you
guys going to Los Angeles today?
No, no more questions.
You told me you would
take me to work.
Okay, all right.
Okay, let's go
to work, Neil.
Come on.
Let's get you
to work, buddy.
Okay.
All right?
Neil, I gotta just say good-bye
to my friends over here.
Is that okay?
Okay?
Um...
All right, we get
anything else on the Vic?
Yeah, we found out
that Mark has an ex-wife
and a daughter on the island.
We'll reach out,
see if they know anything.
Yeah, but until
we find out
who murdered Mark
or what he was into,
we're gonna have to assume
that Neil's in danger.
All right.
Look, I promised I'd
take him to work, okay?
So I'm gonna... I'm gonna hang
with him for a while tonight,
see if I can maybe
build up some trust.
Maybe he'll tell
me a few things
- and fill in the blanks, you know?
- Yeah.
Why does the crime scene
clean-up guy
look like Gerard Hirsch?
Because it is
Gerard Hirsch.
Hirsch, what are you doing?
What-what is this?
Well, since you took away my
livelihood, I've had to adapt.
After seeing how busy
you all were,
I figured I should, uh, feed
off the teat, as they say.
Thanks for that image.
Charming.
Mm.
I see you've been
in business since '82, huh?
There's nothing wrong
with a little white lie.
My customers like to feel that
they're in experienced hands.
Ah, instead of the hands
of an ex-art-forger-
turned-Waikiki-
caricature-artist.
I don't see your better half.
Where is the lovely
Inspector Abigail Dunn?
Don't tell me you two
have broken up already.
She's in San Francisco
on business.
And don't change
the subject.
How did you know
that we were here?
I got a police scanner.
The early bird gets
the blood splatter.
It's “spatter.”
Whatever.
Point me to the carnage.
Yeah, uh, early bird.
You're too
early, okay?
CSU hasn't even finished
processing the scene.
When they finish,
we'll call you, okay?
Who's the new guy?
I got to go, all right?
Yeah, me too.
All right.
Well, uh,
give me a call
when the place is
ready to be cleaned.
Or for any other, uh...
needs you may have.
Are you implying
sexual needs, Gerard?
Um, sure.
I'll pass.
For now.
I don't know how many
ways I can say no.
He-he just
doesn't listen.
I know, they're all the same,
they're all the same.
They lure you in
with a prize,
and then they hit you
with the hard sell.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams,
it's your lucky day.
I bet.
I just got off the phone with my manager.
and he's agreed to release
that primo third-floor unit
at a special
discounted rate.
But we need to lock
this deal up tonight.
Okay, look, um, uh, we really
appreciate the effort.
Uh, you're doing
a fantastic job.
The pocket square's phenomenal.
But, anyway, we're not gonna...
No timeshare.
We're not gonna get
involved in it,
uh, today,
tomorrow, anytime.
No timeshare.
So, uh, if we could get
those cruise tickets
and end this very long day,
that would be fantastic.
Mr. Williams...
it's clear to me why
your wife loves this place.
She's a sophisticated woman
with impeccable taste.
Mmm.
Do you really want
to disappoint her?
If we get the cruise tickets,
yes, I can live with that.
I have to say, I am surprised.
Mmm.
I mean, you struck
me as a kind of man
who would do anything
to keep his wife happy.
I mean, think about it,
Mrs. Williams.
Every morning, waking up
with the Pacific Ocean
calling out
to greet you.
The warm, salty air
tickling your naked skin.
Okay, that's enough.
That's my mother.
No more, okay?
What?
Yeah,
my dad couldn't make the trip.
It's not a big deal,
but that's that.
It's, uh, it was
all a sham, okay?
- It's over now.
- Daniel.
What?
Seriously?
Uh-huh.
But you still have money, right?
We split up
about six months ago.
Mark had a bad
gambling problem.
He bounced around jobs
for a little while,
and that's why he ended
up working at the garage
a year and a half ago.
No one
else would hire him.
Did he ever talk about Neil?
Yeah, they were pretty close.
He liked the fact that
Neil didn't judge people.
Mm.
Did he ever mention
anything about taking Neil
on a trip to Los Angeles?
Not to me.
We were barely in touch
until a week ago.
And what happened a week ago?
Mark showed up.
Wanted to tell me
about some trust
that he was setting up
for our daughter.
Ma'am, if you don't
mind my asking,
how much money did
he leave your daughter?
Well, I haven't gotten
any paperwork yet,
but, knowing Mark, it couldn't
have been that much.
Ooh, boy, was his ex-wife wrong.
I looked into that trust.
Mark wired a hundred grand
into his daughter's account.
All right, well,
that's a lot of money
for a guy who makes
12 bucks an hour.
Maybe... maybe he's coming off
a big gambling win or something.
Uh, no chance, his ex-wife said
he was addicted.
If he was still in the game,
he'd be in it till he was broke.
Okay, well, wherever
he got that money,
it could be what got him killed.
All right, I'll call you back.
What's going on, Neil?
It's 8:58, and it takes me
two minutes to walk down to P-2
and set up the cones.
What's going on, Neil?
Why are you closing this down?
I can't
talk about it.
I have to go.
They're gonna be here.
Who's gonna be here?
Neil, who are you
waiting for?
Mark said not to
talk about it.
It's top secret.
Okay.
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♪ ♪
Well, I'm impressed.
This definitely
took some skill.
Yeah, whoever
did this
tunneled at least
20 yards,
then had to get
through three feet
of steel-reinforced
concrete,
and that was
before they got
to the five inches
of solid steel.
You said nothing
was taken?
Cash is all
accounted for.
Safety deposit boxes
were all untouched.
They literally walked in,
hit the emergency release,
and walked right
out the door.
Who breaks into a vault
to get inside a bank?
As crazy as it sounds,
it does make sense.
See, our security office
is right outside the vault.
From there,
you can shut down
the bank's entire alarm
system without tripping
any surveillance cameras
or motion sensors.
Yeah, all right,
Mr. Fuller,
we're gonna need to see all the,
uh, security footage, please.
That's not possible.
The thieves deleted it.
Right.
Well, do either of you have
any idea what they were after?
We have customer
records and files,
but we checked, and
everything's accounted for.
What about the
private offices?
Miss Koha and I
checked both ours.
Nothing's been disturbed.
And the employees
in all the other offices
say nothing's missing.
Okay, and how
many people know
about the security
layout in here?
Maybe a dozen people.
All right, we're gonna need
to question all of them.
We're also gonna
need full inventory
of-of the bank offices.
Of course.
Hey, guys.
Yeah, uh, keep us
posted, please.
So it looks like Mark
used his key card
to let the crew in
every night at 9:00 p.m.
for the last six nights.
Any cameras in the garage?
Yeah, but every night from
8:55 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.,
the cameras at the entrance and
on P-2 were conveniently down.
I think I might have an idea
where Mark got the money
for his daughter's trust.
Right, he was
their inside man.
For 100K, he gave 'em
access to the garage
and a guarantee that
he would look the other way
when they dug their tunnel.
Probably made assurances that
he could keep Neil quiet too.
I'm thinking, at some point,
Mark must have realized
that he and Neil
were both loose ends
and that the crew was gonna clip
them once the job was done.
Which is why Mark wanted
to skip town with Neil.
All right.
Am I in trouble?
No, no, you're not
in trouble.
You were given a set
of instructions,
you followed them,
end of story.
What story?
Uh, no,
what he means is--
that's it, there's
nothing more to say.
Then why don't you say that?
I don't know.
I, uh...
I don't know,
you're right.
Neil, you're right,
and-and I... and from now on,
I will say that.
But right now, we need to ask
you about the guys
who have been coming
here every night.
I'm not supposed
to talk about it.
Yeah, I know, I know,
but, you see, the thing is
we really need you to.
Neil,
we think those are
the same men
who killed Mark.
We need to find them before
they hurt someone else.
Are they gonna hurt me?
No. No, no, no, no.
No one's gonna hurt you, Neil.
No one's gonna hurt you,
but, uh, you see,
the thing is you're the only
one who's seen them,
so we need your help.
Can you tell us how many
of them there were?
Four.
Okay. All right.
Do you know their names?
No.
Can you describe
what they look like?
He broke the rules.
Who broke the rules?
Every night he'd smoke
in the stairwell.
I told him once,
“It's not allowed.”
He got very angry.
After that, Mark said
I should not talk to him.
Okay, can you tell us
what that man looked like?
It's okay.
What about the cigarettes
he smoked, Neil?
Can you tell us what kind
of cigarettes he smoked?
I-I picked them up
after my shift,
but I didn't
throw them away.
I thought someone could
see them and report it.
Yep, well, you did the right
thing. Can I have those?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Would you get these
to Eric right away,
see if he can pull
some DNA?
Mm-hmm.
You did real
good, Neil.
You did real good.
Thanks, Ma.
It's, uh...
it's an interesting, um...
sandwich there, Ma.
There's no, uh,
there's no condiments--
no mustard, no mayo.
You didn't, uh,
cut off the crust,
like you know I like.
Ma?
I see.
You're, uh, you're upset with me
'cause I blew the,
uh, cruise tickets
and now you're giving me
the silent treatment, right?
Just stealing a page out of
your playbook, sweetheart.
What-what does that mean?
Well, when you were growing up
and I did something
that you didn't like,
you froze me out.
Right. I-I mean,
I was a little child.
You're an adult woman.
It's very mature, though.
Yes, well, how does it feel?
How does it feel?
I don't know.
Definitely doesn't
taste good, though.
Detective Williams.
Yeah.
I'm Special Agent Kang
with the FBI.
I'd like to speak
to your mother Clara.
About the timeshare?
No, it's about your brother
Matthew.
My brother Matthew?
Matthew's been dead
for over a year.
What, uh, what do you want
to talk to my mom for?
Just need to ask her
a few questions.
Uh, okay, uh...
but now is, um,
not a good time.
My-my kids are
on their way over.
Later today is fine.
See you then.
All right.
Give you a call.
Do you have any idea why
the FBI would want to talk
to you about Matty?
Matty?
Uh-huh.
No, I have no idea.
All right.
Okay.
One orange soda
with a blue straw.
I like your models.
Thank you.
You know, I, uh, I actually
served on this one a few times.
The USS Enterprise.
Got a lot of fond memories.
We called her the Big E.
Oh.
That was her nickname.
You know, Neil, you probably
already know this,
but this ship was
a tracking station for...
For the Friendship 7
space capsule.
It was used in
the third Mercury mission.
Astronaut John Glenn was
the pilot, and on that mission
became the first American
to orbit the Earth.
That's right, Neil.
Can I pick it up?
You're supposed
to ask permission
before you touch
someone's things.
Yeah. Yeah.
Have at it.
That's pretty cool, huh?
Hey. Our stairwell smoker.
We got an I.D. on him.
All right.
Hey, Neil, can you, uh...
can you do me a favor?
Okay, so, Eric processed
the cigarette butts
that Neil collected.
We got a DNA hit
on this guy--
Tyson Vargas.
He did two years
at Halawa for robbery.
Was paroled
six months ago.
Hey, Neil, is that the guy
that, uh, that you saw smoking
in the stairwell?
Yeah.
Clear.
Nothing to indicate
they fought back.
These guys
were taken by surprise.
I got Vargas over here.
Neil said there were four men.
I'm thinking this is
the entire heist crew.
Or maybe there's
a fifth man
and this is
a double-cross.
If not, then whatever
they stole from the bank
really pissed somebody off.
Liver temperature puts TOD
at approximately
11:00 a.m. this morning.
As for the cause
of death, well...
that should appear obvious.
Additionally, our
victims suffered
extreme abrasions
and various
premortem contusions.
Well, if they were tortured
before they were executed,
maybe they already
gave up what they stole.
You know what, that supports
your fifth member
of the crew theory, and if
that's the case, that means
Neil still might be in danger.
Kono, do me a favor.
Take him back
to his apartment
and have HPD put a full
security detail on the place
until all this is done.
Copy that.
Max, we gotta I.D. these guys
right now, please.
Sam Liliha.
Leo Cruz.
And finally,
we have Paul Koha,
in our system
for armed robbery
and aggravated
assault.
Paul Koha.
You recognize that name?
Yeah, the assistant
manager at the bank,
Ella Koha.
Well, I'm guessing
that's not a coincidence.
Ella, your brother
was part of the crew
that robbed your bank.
All right? Which means you
had to have been involved.
It wasn't like that.
It wasn't?
Then tell us how it was.
I found out
that Mr. Fuller was
laundering money for a client.
Which client?
I don't know. I swear.
The funds
were spread out
across dozens of
falsified accounts.
I found out he was
keeping records
and account numbers
in his office safe.
I told my brother about it
and he said we'd be
taking money from someone
who probably stole it
themselves.
No one would get hurt.
We could drain the accounts
and my manager, Mr. Fuller,
wouldn't be able
to report it to the police.
Well, that explains why
they ignored
all that cash in the vault.
They'd have
to carry all that money.
The account numbers
would be worth more.
How much money
did your brother
and his crew steal, Ella?
$94 million.
Where's the money now?
I transferred it
to an offshore account.
All right.
So whoever executed the crew
is looking for that money.
Was Mark a bad person?
No.
Sometimes people
make bad decisions.
It doesn't
change the fact
that Mark
was your friend
and that he
cared about you.
Wait a minute.
What could the FBI
possibly want with your mother?
I have no idea.
Why do you think
I'm calling you?
Did you ask her?
Of course I asked her.
What kind of
stupid question is that?
Whoa!
Why you getting mad at me?
'Cause I don't have time
for the obvious, okay?
I gotta drop my mom at the Feds
in 20 minutes and
I have no idea why.
Stop. You want me
to come down there?
I'll come down there, all right?
No, that's very nice of you,
but you got your hands full.
Hey, you know what?
You could use
those-those cruise tickets
and flee the island. Huh?
That's very funny, Steve.
I actually would do that,
except for the fact that
I didn't get the cruise tickets.
Hey, well, listen, I-I gotta go.
Before my mom ends up on
America's Most Wanted.
Okay, listen, you need me,
I'm here, all right?
Thank you very much.
Yo.
APB is out on Fuller.
We got units stationed
at his home and at the bank.
The thing is,
his car is parked at his house
and his cell phone
has been turned off.
Seems he knows
we're looking for him.
Well, we're not the only ones.
I mean, whoever Fuller was
laundering money for
is now out, just under 100 mil,
so I'm pretty sure they'd like
a word with him, too.
Ah! Aloha, colleagues!
That's a stretch.
Hirsch, what are you doing?
You're not supposed to be here.
Rules are meant to be broken.
I've spent my entire
life in an industry
where conventional wisdom
is constantly challenged
by the avant-garde.
What are you talking about?
I'm not really sure,
to be honest.
But I-I did find something
that might interest you.
First, I need to know
that I'm “your guy”"
I wet your beak,
you'll wet mine.
Just to be clear,
did you just threaten
to withhold evidence
unless we give you
a “first call” guarantee?
Is that what just happened here?
Your words. Not-not mine.
Well, here's
a few more words:
obstruction of justice.
Message received.
Good.
Um...
While I was cleaning
the Tyson Vargas crime scene,
I discovered this laptop.
The lid was closed.
Your geek squad just dusted it.
Got some unusable partials,
but the real prize was
inside the Cracker Jack box.
What does that even mean?
Check it out.
On the outside, spotless.
But inside...
beaucoup blood.
That computer was open
when that crew was executed.
So the shooter comes in
looking for his money.
He checks the laptop
and sees a zero balance.
Right, which means
there could be some
usable prints on this thing.
Yeah. I'll have the lab process
the inside of the laptop.
Oh, I hate saying this:
Good work, Hirsch.
Oh, what do you know--
a compliment.
Hey...
HPD just grabbed Fuller
at the airport.
They're bringing him in.
All right, good.
Mrs. Williams,
on April 19, 2011,
agents from the New Jersey
field office
paid you a visit.
Your son Matthew
had been on the run
for months and the FBI
wanted to know if he had
made contact with you.
Right. And I'll tell you
what I told the agents then.
I had not spoken to Matty
for well before he disappeared.
Are you aware that lying
to a federal agent is a felony?
What...
What-what-what is this?
Ask your mother.
She should recognize it.
It's a bank statement
showing a balance
of nearly $50,000.
Okay. So what?
Detective, your brother
opened this account
in your mother's name
after he became a fugitive.
We've been monitoring
it ever since.
We had no proof that she
was aware of the account
until a couple
weeks ago,
when she withdrew $700
to purchase a plane ticket
to Hawaii.
Mrs. Williams,
the only way
you'd have known
about this account
is if you had been in contact
with your son.
That's not true.
Then how do you explain this?
Because a couple of months
after we lost Matty,
the bank called and told me
about the account.
I don't know when
he deposited the money
or how he even got it.
I only used it
so that I could come
and visit my son
and my grandchildren.
All right, Ma,
you don't have to say
anything else.
Look, she didn't know.
I'll pay back the $700.
That's it,
we'll call it a day, okay?
While that's
a generous offer, Detective,
it doesn't
change the fact
that we can still arrest your
mother for obstructing justice.
What...For... A-Are you
kidding me? My...
This case
should have been closed
when my brother was murdered.
What-what is... what is...
what's going on?
What is this about?
Mrs. Williams,
I'd like a minute with your son.
You're free to go.
No, I-I'll walk her out.
Come on.
I'm so sorry.
Ma, not here. Come on.
You would have
made me turn him in.
I know, I know.
It's okay.
I would have done the same thing
if it had been you.
I know. You did
the right thing, okay?
And I promise I would have done
the same thing.
It's okay, Ma, come here.
I love you.
I love you too.
Okay, one more
time, Mr. Fuller--
Who were you laundering
the money for?
Okay, when you were planning
your little getaway,
our techs did some digging
into the bank security system.
You know,
they found out, apparently,
you were telling
the truth about
the surveillance video
being scrubbed.
What you neglected
to mention
was that you were
the one that scrubbed it.
Almost three hours
after the break-in.
Right, you saw
the video of the break-in.
You recognized
Ella's brother.
Then you send somebody
to execute him and his crew
and get the money back.
I want a lawyer.
Oh, he wants a lawyer.
Oh, well, the best lawyer
in the world ain't gonna
keep you from spending
the rest
of your life in jail.
Guys...
Crime lab got a print
off that laptop.
Belongs to Gabriel Waincroft.
Lucky day!
This is gonna go quicker
than we thought.
All right,
so we now know
that you've been laundering
money for Gabriel Waincroft,
which means we also
understand why you haven't been
telling us anything,
because you're scared of him.
And you should be.
So, go ahead, you can play
tough guy with us all you want.
He's gonna kill you.
He's gonna kill you.
Soon as he finds you.
And even jail won't
protect you from that.
He's right.
Unless we get
to him first, though.
How do you think
you're gonna do that, huh?
Well, that's
where you come in to it.
Where the hell have you been?
Tracking down your cash.
My assistant manager Ella
has it.
Where is she now?
I just spoke to her.
She's at home.
Send me her address.
I can get your money
and I can meet you
anywhere you want.
That's not necessary.
Just give me the address.
I have everything under control.
I'm not gonna let you guys
use me as bait.
Okay, Ella, the guy
you stole from,
uh, he knows who you are.
And he can
get to you anywhere.
You want to stay alive,
you help us catch him.
Steve...
I got her.
I think she's right.
Listen, no one wants
to catch Gabriel more than I do.
But we ran this play
once before,
and the bait ended up
getting stabbed 28 times.
We're tracking Gabriel.
We got a lock on his cell.
I say we go in now.
That's too risky.
That's too many variables
that we can't control.
All right?
But we bring him to us,
we have the tactical advantage.
All right, Kono,
we're in position.
All good here.
ETA on Gabriel?
He's heading south on Punahou,
a block away from King.
Should have visual
in a few seconds.
Hold on, guys.
The signal just went dark.
Hey, if Gabriel
killed his phone,
that means he must know
he's walking into a trap.
Guys,
I have a visual on our target
and four hostiles
moving on your location
from the east side.
Gabriel knows we're here.
All right, Kono, hold your position.
Copy that.
Lock yourself in the bathroom,
lie down in the tub
and stay there.
No matter what
happens out here,
don't come out
unless I tell you.
Guys, we're gonna go
floor by floor,
split this building into thirds,
shoot anything that moves.
Don't do it.
Don't do it!
Aah!
Girl... I love you!
Love you, too.
Hey.
Hey...
You okay?
I will be.
Where is he?
Where's Gabriel?
He's where he belongs.
You... have been asking me...
the same exact questions
for the last two hours.
My answers are
not gonna change, okay?
I was not in contact
with my brother
and I did not
help him in any way.
I find that hard to believe.
Yeah, I know.
You and your brother were close.
In fact, you were the last
person to see Matt
before he fled the country.
And with all the resources
at your disposal
as a member of Five-O,
you'd have done
everything in your power
to locate
and assist your brother.
Mm.
Right.
Smile all you like,
Detective Williams.
We both know it's true.
No, I'll tell you
what we both know:
is that you, my friend,
just showed your hand.
This is not ab... about
a bank account.
Someone's pulling
the strings here,
I'm just...
I'm just not sure who.
This is definitely not about
my brother; it's about me,
it's about Five-O, it's about
the people that I work with.
Am I right?
Hmm?
It's okay. Don't answer.
Hey.
You. You got
something you want to ask me,
just come on out, ask me, okay?
This isn't going anywhere.
Maybe not.
But this task force
has crossed the line before
and they will again.
You just need to be
there when it happens.
Yes, sir.
You all right?
Yeah, I'll make it.
We had him.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Chin, what's the matter?
You know this guy?
Yeah, his name
is Gabriel Waincroft.
He's my brother-in-law.
What I should do is throw you
off this damn roof!
I should do the same to you
for not protecting my sister.
You murdered my father,
you son of a bitch.
Tell me why!
Delivery.
You see, this is
a chess game to him.
He just sent us a very clear
message that he is moves ahead.
I'd like to, uh, introduce you
to Inspector Abby Dunn.
San Francisco PD
is putting together
a task force
based on what we do.
Aloha.
Hi.
I like you, Chin, I...
I really like you.
I like you, too, Abby.
But I'd much rather have
this conversation in person.
Except I'm in San Francisco
right now.
Work stuff.
Okay, it's-it's all there.
Let me see my brother now.
Deal's a deal.
Matty.
Matty, it's me.
Want to take him with you?
Or would you prefer
that we ship him?
♪ ♪
There's my boy!
Come here.
Mama!
Hey, Ma.
Hello, handsome.
Mm, so good to see you.
We all deserve nice things.
An escape from the bland,
the mundane, the vanilla.
What you've seen here today
can be your escape.
The Mau Loa Vacation Club
is offering
an exclusive opportunity
for timeshare ownership.
And if you sign up
with us today,
you, too, can live the dream.
Shall we?
He's very good.
Yeah, yeah, he's great.
You know, “timeshare ownership”
is kind of like an oxymoron.
You know, you basically
get a fancy hotel room
with a mortgage payment--
that's all it is.
Does someone have a question?
No, no, my husband
was just remarking
on how beautiful
the place is.
Mr. Williams.
Hmm?
Let me paint this
picture for you.
Okay.
The sun's
melting into the Pacific.
You've got a bottle of Domaine
Chandon Etoile Rosé on ice,
and this beautiful wife of yours
in your arms.
Can you imagine anything
more romantic than that?
No, no.
You-you can put the paintbrush
down for a second.
Honey, I need to speak
to you alone if that's...
No, no, don't be rude,
sweetheart. It's okay.
Just-just carry on.
We're re... we're good.
Clara, now.
I need to speak,
I got to speak to her right now,
you understand, right?
See? Come on.
Excuse us.
We'll be right back.
Sorry.
Promise.
Ma?
Yeah?
Make it stop.
It's over.
Please, I don't want
to do it anymore.
You promised.
Yeah, I did. I promised.
I promised that
I would pretend I was Dad
so you could get
tickets to a cruise.
To where, I have no idea.
Okay, but you-you
promised me
that it would
only take one hour.
We've been here
for four hours.
Four hours is nothing.
Do you know how long
I was in labor with you?
36 hours!
Mm.
Not to mention,
every Saturday,
all those Little League
tournaments.
Remember those?
Driving all over
the tri-state area?
I sacrificed for you.
So man up and pretend
that we're married,
because I am not leaving here
without that cruise-- got it?
Mm-hmm, I got it.
You're gonna be on a cruise,
I'm gonna be in therapy, Ma.
About time.
Ma...?
Fix him.
Please?
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 6x15 ♪
Ke Koa Lokomaika'i
(The Good Soldier)
Original Air Date on February 19, 2016
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
Hey, what do we got?
So, our victim's a John Doe.
He was brought in DOA, multiple
gunshot wounds to the chest.
What about the guy
who brought him in?
His name is Neil Palea.
CSU swabbed his hands.
No trace of GSR.
Doesn't look like
he's our shooter.
Well, what's his connection
to the Vic?
Mm, he wouldn't tell me.
What, he's refusing
to cooperate?
Not exactly.
Hey, Neil...
this is Commander
Steve McGarrett.
Remember I told you
about him?
He needs to ask you
a few questions, okay?
My uniform is stained!
I can't show up
for work like this.
I need to go home and change!
Okay.
No problem.
“Neil” like Neil Armstrong?
First man on the moon.
Commander Armstrong's left boot
hit the lunar surface
at precisely 2:56
Coordinated Universal Time.
Yes, sir.
“One small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind.”
“One small step for a man.”
Acoustic analysis confirmed
the missing syllable.
Really?
Did you know that?
No.
I didn't know that, either.
Huh.
You know, Neil, I really
just wanted to, uh,
ask you about the guy you
brought into the hospital today.
Was he a friend of yours?
What was his name?
Mark.
Mark. Huh.
Thank you.
You know what
his last name was?
I already told you his name.
We're late for work.
Oh, you and Mark
worked together?
Ah, where was that?
Hey, Neil, Mark was,
Mark was hurt.
Real bad. He died.
And I want to find
the person who did it,
so I need you to tell me
what you saw.
Do you know who hurt Mark?
Okay, Neil, that's okay.
Neil came to us
about five years ago
after his mother
passed away.
He's highly functioning
and capable of a lot,
but like anyone
on the spectrum,
he's had his difficulties.
Social interaction,
for example.
Neil doesn't
really have friends.
That's why Mark was
so important to him.
You know,
I'm wondering if, uh,
the reality of Mark's death
has actually sunk in yet.
Well, Neil
processes trauma
differently than you and I.
His routine is very
important to him.
And Mark was part
of that routine.
Every day, Neil would
take the bus to Mark's house
and they would drive
to work together.
And on Saturdays,
they'd play Konane.
A disruption of that
routine may be
more difficult for him
than Mark's death.
Hey, Neil.
You know, Janet was just
telling me that, uh,
you go by Mark's house
every morning before work.
Did you go there today?
Yes.
He was hurt.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Can you take me
to Mark's house?
No.
I'm one hour and 47 minutes
late for work.
I'm gonna be in trouble.
Neil...
Remember what we talked about.
Sometimes schedules
can change.
Now, Commander McGarrett
needs your help.
No.
No! I have to leave!
I have to close P-2 at 9:00 p.m.
Very important!
How about this, Neil?
What if we make a deal?
What if you show me
where Mark's house is,
and I promise you I will get you
to work before 9:00 p.m.
Number six bus.
Okay.
At the coffee shop,
make a right.
It's the house
with the blue mailbox.
Blue mailbox.
All right, buddy.
Hey, Kono, uh, stay
with Neil for a minute?
Yeah, copy that.
Five-O!
Clear!
Clear.
Valuables are untouched.
This wasn't a robbery.
It was an execution.
Vic's name is Mark Walker.
Looks like he was
heading to Los Angeles.
And he was planning
on taking Neil with him.
One way tickets
purchased this morning.
These guys were in a hurry
to get out of town.
Yeah, but who
were they running from?
Neil, how you doing?
You okay?
You promised you would
take me to work.
You can't break a promise!
Nope. No, you're right.
I'm not gonna
break a promise, Neil.
We're gonna go to work, okay?
We're going to work.
I just, I gotta
ask you one question.
Did Mark say anything about you
guys going to Los Angeles today?
No, no more questions.
You told me you would
take me to work.
Okay, all right.
Okay, let's go
to work, Neil.
Come on.
Let's get you
to work, buddy.
Okay.
All right?
Neil, I gotta just say good-bye
to my friends over here.
Is that okay?
Okay?
Um...
All right, we get
anything else on the Vic?
Yeah, we found out
that Mark has an ex-wife
and a daughter on the island.
We'll reach out,
see if they know anything.
Yeah, but until
we find out
who murdered Mark
or what he was into,
we're gonna have to assume
that Neil's in danger.
All right.
Look, I promised I'd
take him to work, okay?
So I'm gonna... I'm gonna hang
with him for a while tonight,
see if I can maybe
build up some trust.
Maybe he'll tell
me a few things
- and fill in the blanks, you know?
- Yeah.
Why does the crime scene
clean-up guy
look like Gerard Hirsch?
Because it is
Gerard Hirsch.
Hirsch, what are you doing?
What-what is this?
Well, since you took away my
livelihood, I've had to adapt.
After seeing how busy
you all were,
I figured I should, uh, feed
off the teat, as they say.
Thanks for that image.
Charming.
Mm.
I see you've been
in business since '82, huh?
There's nothing wrong
with a little white lie.
My customers like to feel that
they're in experienced hands.
Ah, instead of the hands
of an ex-art-forger-
turned-Waikiki-
caricature-artist.
I don't see your better half.
Where is the lovely
Inspector Abigail Dunn?
Don't tell me you two
have broken up already.
She's in San Francisco
on business.
And don't change
the subject.
How did you know
that we were here?
I got a police scanner.
The early bird gets
the blood splatter.
It's “spatter.”
Whatever.
Point me to the carnage.
Yeah, uh, early bird.
You're too
early, okay?
CSU hasn't even finished
processing the scene.
When they finish,
we'll call you, okay?
Who's the new guy?
I got to go, all right?
Yeah, me too.
All right.
Well, uh,
give me a call
when the place is
ready to be cleaned.
Or for any other, uh...
needs you may have.
Are you implying
sexual needs, Gerard?
Um, sure.
I'll pass.
For now.
I don't know how many
ways I can say no.
He-he just
doesn't listen.
I know, they're all the same,
they're all the same.
They lure you in
with a prize,
and then they hit you
with the hard sell.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams,
it's your lucky day.
I bet.
I just got off the phone with my manager.
and he's agreed to release
that primo third-floor unit
at a special
discounted rate.
But we need to lock
this deal up tonight.
Okay, look, um, uh, we really
appreciate the effort.
Uh, you're doing
a fantastic job.
The pocket square's phenomenal.
But, anyway, we're not gonna...
No timeshare.
We're not gonna get
involved in it,
uh, today,
tomorrow, anytime.
No timeshare.
So, uh, if we could get
those cruise tickets
and end this very long day,
that would be fantastic.
Mr. Williams...
it's clear to me why
your wife loves this place.
She's a sophisticated woman
with impeccable taste.
Mmm.
Do you really want
to disappoint her?
If we get the cruise tickets,
yes, I can live with that.
I have to say, I am surprised.
Mmm.
I mean, you struck
me as a kind of man
who would do anything
to keep his wife happy.
I mean, think about it,
Mrs. Williams.
Every morning, waking up
with the Pacific Ocean
calling out
to greet you.
The warm, salty air
tickling your naked skin.
Okay, that's enough.
That's my mother.
No more, okay?
What?
Yeah,
my dad couldn't make the trip.
It's not a big deal,
but that's that.
It's, uh, it was
all a sham, okay?
- It's over now.
- Daniel.
What?
Seriously?
Uh-huh.
But you still have money, right?
We split up
about six months ago.
Mark had a bad
gambling problem.
He bounced around jobs
for a little while,
and that's why he ended
up working at the garage
a year and a half ago.
No one
else would hire him.
Did he ever talk about Neil?
Yeah, they were pretty close.
He liked the fact that
Neil didn't judge people.
Mm.
Did he ever mention
anything about taking Neil
on a trip to Los Angeles?
Not to me.
We were barely in touch
until a week ago.
And what happened a week ago?
Mark showed up.
Wanted to tell me
about some trust
that he was setting up
for our daughter.
Ma'am, if you don't
mind my asking,
how much money did
he leave your daughter?
Well, I haven't gotten
any paperwork yet,
but, knowing Mark, it couldn't
have been that much.
Ooh, boy, was his ex-wife wrong.
I looked into that trust.
Mark wired a hundred grand
into his daughter's account.
All right, well,
that's a lot of money
for a guy who makes
12 bucks an hour.
Maybe... maybe he's coming off
a big gambling win or something.
Uh, no chance, his ex-wife said
he was addicted.
If he was still in the game,
he'd be in it till he was broke.
Okay, well, wherever
he got that money,
it could be what got him killed.
All right, I'll call you back.
What's going on, Neil?
It's 8:58, and it takes me
two minutes to walk down to P-2
and set up the cones.
What's going on, Neil?
Why are you closing this down?
I can't
talk about it.
I have to go.
They're gonna be here.
Who's gonna be here?
Neil, who are you
waiting for?
Mark said not to
talk about it.
It's top secret.
Okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Well, I'm impressed.
This definitely
took some skill.
Yeah, whoever
did this
tunneled at least
20 yards,
then had to get
through three feet
of steel-reinforced
concrete,
and that was
before they got
to the five inches
of solid steel.
You said nothing
was taken?
Cash is all
accounted for.
Safety deposit boxes
were all untouched.
They literally walked in,
hit the emergency release,
and walked right
out the door.
Who breaks into a vault
to get inside a bank?
As crazy as it sounds,
it does make sense.
See, our security office
is right outside the vault.
From there,
you can shut down
the bank's entire alarm
system without tripping
any surveillance cameras
or motion sensors.
Yeah, all right,
Mr. Fuller,
we're gonna need to see all the,
uh, security footage, please.
That's not possible.
The thieves deleted it.
Right.
Well, do either of you have
any idea what they were after?
We have customer
records and files,
but we checked, and
everything's accounted for.
What about the
private offices?
Miss Koha and I
checked both ours.
Nothing's been disturbed.
And the employees
in all the other offices
say nothing's missing.
Okay, and how
many people know
about the security
layout in here?
Maybe a dozen people.
All right, we're gonna need
to question all of them.
We're also gonna
need full inventory
of-of the bank offices.
Of course.
Hey, guys.
Yeah, uh, keep us
posted, please.
So it looks like Mark
used his key card
to let the crew in
every night at 9:00 p.m.
for the last six nights.
Any cameras in the garage?
Yeah, but every night from
8:55 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.,
the cameras at the entrance and
on P-2 were conveniently down.
I think I might have an idea
where Mark got the money
for his daughter's trust.
Right, he was
their inside man.
For 100K, he gave 'em
access to the garage
and a guarantee that
he would look the other way
when they dug their tunnel.
Probably made assurances that
he could keep Neil quiet too.
I'm thinking, at some point,
Mark must have realized
that he and Neil
were both loose ends
and that the crew was gonna clip
them once the job was done.
Which is why Mark wanted
to skip town with Neil.
All right.
Am I in trouble?
No, no, you're not
in trouble.
You were given a set
of instructions,
you followed them,
end of story.
What story?
Uh, no,
what he means is--
that's it, there's
nothing more to say.
Then why don't you say that?
I don't know.
I, uh...
I don't know,
you're right.
Neil, you're right,
and-and I... and from now on,
I will say that.
But right now, we need to ask
you about the guys
who have been coming
here every night.
I'm not supposed
to talk about it.
Yeah, I know, I know,
but, you see, the thing is
we really need you to.
Neil,
we think those are
the same men
who killed Mark.
We need to find them before
they hurt someone else.
Are they gonna hurt me?
No. No, no, no, no.
No one's gonna hurt you, Neil.
No one's gonna hurt you,
but, uh, you see,
the thing is you're the only
one who's seen them,
so we need your help.
Can you tell us how many
of them there were?
Four.
Okay. All right.
Do you know their names?
No.
Can you describe
what they look like?
He broke the rules.
Who broke the rules?
Every night he'd smoke
in the stairwell.
I told him once,
“It's not allowed.”
He got very angry.
After that, Mark said
I should not talk to him.
Okay, can you tell us
what that man looked like?
It's okay.
What about the cigarettes
he smoked, Neil?
Can you tell us what kind
of cigarettes he smoked?
I-I picked them up
after my shift,
but I didn't
throw them away.
I thought someone could
see them and report it.
Yep, well, you did the right
thing. Can I have those?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Would you get these
to Eric right away,
see if he can pull
some DNA?
Mm-hmm.
You did real
good, Neil.
You did real good.
Thanks, Ma.
It's, uh...
it's an interesting, um...
sandwich there, Ma.
There's no, uh,
there's no condiments--
no mustard, no mayo.
You didn't, uh,
cut off the crust,
like you know I like.
Ma?
I see.
You're, uh, you're upset with me
'cause I blew the,
uh, cruise tickets
and now you're giving me
the silent treatment, right?
Just stealing a page out of
your playbook, sweetheart.
What-what does that mean?
Well, when you were growing up
and I did something
that you didn't like,
you froze me out.
Right. I-I mean,
I was a little child.
You're an adult woman.
It's very mature, though.
Yes, well, how does it feel?
How does it feel?
I don't know.
Definitely doesn't
taste good, though.
Detective Williams.
Yeah.
I'm Special Agent Kang
with the FBI.
I'd like to speak
to your mother Clara.
About the timeshare?
No, it's about your brother
Matthew.
My brother Matthew?
Matthew's been dead
for over a year.
What, uh, what do you want
to talk to my mom for?
Just need to ask her
a few questions.
Uh, okay, uh...
but now is, um,
not a good time.
My-my kids are
on their way over.
Later today is fine.
See you then.
All right.
Give you a call.
Do you have any idea why
the FBI would want to talk
to you about Matty?
Matty?
Uh-huh.
No, I have no idea.
All right.
Okay.
One orange soda
with a blue straw.
I like your models.
Thank you.
You know, I, uh, I actually
served on this one a few times.
The USS Enterprise.
Got a lot of fond memories.
We called her the Big E.
Oh.
That was her nickname.
You know, Neil, you probably
already know this,
but this ship was
a tracking station for...
For the Friendship 7
space capsule.
It was used in
the third Mercury mission.
Astronaut John Glenn was
the pilot, and on that mission
became the first American
to orbit the Earth.
That's right, Neil.
Can I pick it up?
You're supposed
to ask permission
before you touch
someone's things.
Yeah. Yeah.
Have at it.
That's pretty cool, huh?
Hey. Our stairwell smoker.
We got an I.D. on him.
All right.
Hey, Neil, can you, uh...
can you do me a favor?
Okay, so, Eric processed
the cigarette butts
that Neil collected.
We got a DNA hit
on this guy--
Tyson Vargas.
He did two years
at Halawa for robbery.
Was paroled
six months ago.
Hey, Neil, is that the guy
that, uh, that you saw smoking
in the stairwell?
Yeah.
Clear.
Nothing to indicate
they fought back.
These guys
were taken by surprise.
I got Vargas over here.
Neil said there were four men.
I'm thinking this is
the entire heist crew.
Or maybe there's
a fifth man
and this is
a double-cross.
If not, then whatever
they stole from the bank
really pissed somebody off.
Liver temperature puts TOD
at approximately
11:00 a.m. this morning.
As for the cause
of death, well...
that should appear obvious.
Additionally, our
victims suffered
extreme abrasions
and various
premortem contusions.
Well, if they were tortured
before they were executed,
maybe they already
gave up what they stole.
You know what, that supports
your fifth member
of the crew theory, and if
that's the case, that means
Neil still might be in danger.
Kono, do me a favor.
Take him back
to his apartment
and have HPD put a full
security detail on the place
until all this is done.
Copy that.
Max, we gotta I.D. these guys
right now, please.
Sam Liliha.
Leo Cruz.
And finally,
we have Paul Koha,
in our system
for armed robbery
and aggravated
assault.
Paul Koha.
You recognize that name?
Yeah, the assistant
manager at the bank,
Ella Koha.
Well, I'm guessing
that's not a coincidence.
Ella, your brother
was part of the crew
that robbed your bank.
All right? Which means you
had to have been involved.
It wasn't like that.
It wasn't?
Then tell us how it was.
I found out
that Mr. Fuller was
laundering money for a client.
Which client?
I don't know. I swear.
The funds
were spread out
across dozens of
falsified accounts.
I found out he was
keeping records
and account numbers
in his office safe.
I told my brother about it
and he said we'd be
taking money from someone
who probably stole it
themselves.
No one would get hurt.
We could drain the accounts
and my manager, Mr. Fuller,
wouldn't be able
to report it to the police.
Well, that explains why
they ignored
all that cash in the vault.
They'd have
to carry all that money.
The account numbers
would be worth more.
How much money
did your brother
and his crew steal, Ella?
$94 million.
Where's the money now?
I transferred it
to an offshore account.
All right.
So whoever executed the crew
is looking for that money.
Was Mark a bad person?
No.
Sometimes people
make bad decisions.
It doesn't
change the fact
that Mark
was your friend
and that he
cared about you.
Wait a minute.
What could the FBI
possibly want with your mother?
I have no idea.
Why do you think
I'm calling you?
Did you ask her?
Of course I asked her.
What kind of
stupid question is that?
Whoa!
Why you getting mad at me?
'Cause I don't have time
for the obvious, okay?
I gotta drop my mom at the Feds
in 20 minutes and
I have no idea why.
Stop. You want me
to come down there?
I'll come down there, all right?
No, that's very nice of you,
but you got your hands full.
Hey, you know what?
You could use
those-those cruise tickets
and flee the island. Huh?
That's very funny, Steve.
I actually would do that,
except for the fact that
I didn't get the cruise tickets.
Hey, well, listen, I-I gotta go.
Before my mom ends up on
America's Most Wanted.
Okay, listen, you need me,
I'm here, all right?
Thank you very much.
Yo.
APB is out on Fuller.
We got units stationed
at his home and at the bank.
The thing is,
his car is parked at his house
and his cell phone
has been turned off.
Seems he knows
we're looking for him.
Well, we're not the only ones.
I mean, whoever Fuller was
laundering money for
is now out, just under 100 mil,
so I'm pretty sure they'd like
a word with him, too.
Ah! Aloha, colleagues!
That's a stretch.
Hirsch, what are you doing?
You're not supposed to be here.
Rules are meant to be broken.
I've spent my entire
life in an industry
where conventional wisdom
is constantly challenged
by the avant-garde.
What are you talking about?
I'm not really sure,
to be honest.
But I-I did find something
that might interest you.
First, I need to know
that I'm “your guy”"
I wet your beak,
you'll wet mine.
Just to be clear,
did you just threaten
to withhold evidence
unless we give you
a “first call” guarantee?
Is that what just happened here?
Your words. Not-not mine.
Well, here's
a few more words:
obstruction of justice.
Message received.
Good.
Um...
While I was cleaning
the Tyson Vargas crime scene,
I discovered this laptop.
The lid was closed.
Your geek squad just dusted it.
Got some unusable partials,
but the real prize was
inside the Cracker Jack box.
What does that even mean?
Check it out.
On the outside, spotless.
But inside...
beaucoup blood.
That computer was open
when that crew was executed.
So the shooter comes in
looking for his money.
He checks the laptop
and sees a zero balance.
Right, which means
there could be some
usable prints on this thing.
Yeah. I'll have the lab process
the inside of the laptop.
Oh, I hate saying this:
Good work, Hirsch.
Oh, what do you know--
a compliment.
Hey...
HPD just grabbed Fuller
at the airport.
They're bringing him in.
All right, good.
Mrs. Williams,
on April 19, 2011,
agents from the New Jersey
field office
paid you a visit.
Your son Matthew
had been on the run
for months and the FBI
wanted to know if he had
made contact with you.
Right. And I'll tell you
what I told the agents then.
I had not spoken to Matty
for well before he disappeared.
Are you aware that lying
to a federal agent is a felony?
What...
What-what-what is this?
Ask your mother.
She should recognize it.
It's a bank statement
showing a balance
of nearly $50,000.
Okay. So what?
Detective, your brother
opened this account
in your mother's name
after he became a fugitive.
We've been monitoring
it ever since.
We had no proof that she
was aware of the account
until a couple
weeks ago,
when she withdrew $700
to purchase a plane ticket
to Hawaii.
Mrs. Williams,
the only way
you'd have known
about this account
is if you had been in contact
with your son.
That's not true.
Then how do you explain this?
Because a couple of months
after we lost Matty,
the bank called and told me
about the account.
I don't know when
he deposited the money
or how he even got it.
I only used it
so that I could come
and visit my son
and my grandchildren.
All right, Ma,
you don't have to say
anything else.
Look, she didn't know.
I'll pay back the $700.
That's it,
we'll call it a day, okay?
While that's
a generous offer, Detective,
it doesn't
change the fact
that we can still arrest your
mother for obstructing justice.
What...For... A-Are you
kidding me? My...
This case
should have been closed
when my brother was murdered.
What-what is... what is...
what's going on?
What is this about?
Mrs. Williams,
I'd like a minute with your son.
You're free to go.
No, I-I'll walk her out.
Come on.
I'm so sorry.
Ma, not here. Come on.
You would have
made me turn him in.
I know, I know.
It's okay.
I would have done the same thing
if it had been you.
I know. You did
the right thing, okay?
And I promise I would have done
the same thing.
It's okay, Ma, come here.
I love you.
I love you too.
Okay, one more
time, Mr. Fuller--
Who were you laundering
the money for?
Okay, when you were planning
your little getaway,
our techs did some digging
into the bank security system.
You know,
they found out, apparently,
you were telling
the truth about
the surveillance video
being scrubbed.
What you neglected
to mention
was that you were
the one that scrubbed it.
Almost three hours
after the break-in.
Right, you saw
the video of the break-in.
You recognized
Ella's brother.
Then you send somebody
to execute him and his crew
and get the money back.
I want a lawyer.
Oh, he wants a lawyer.
Oh, well, the best lawyer
in the world ain't gonna
keep you from spending
the rest
of your life in jail.
Guys...
Crime lab got a print
off that laptop.
Belongs to Gabriel Waincroft.
Lucky day!
This is gonna go quicker
than we thought.
All right,
so we now know
that you've been laundering
money for Gabriel Waincroft,
which means we also
understand why you haven't been
telling us anything,
because you're scared of him.
And you should be.
So, go ahead, you can play
tough guy with us all you want.
He's gonna kill you.
He's gonna kill you.
Soon as he finds you.
And even jail won't
protect you from that.
He's right.
Unless we get
to him first, though.
How do you think
you're gonna do that, huh?
Well, that's
where you come in to it.
Where the hell have you been?
Tracking down your cash.
My assistant manager Ella
has it.
Where is she now?
I just spoke to her.
She's at home.
Send me her address.
I can get your money
and I can meet you
anywhere you want.
That's not necessary.
Just give me the address.
I have everything under control.
I'm not gonna let you guys
use me as bait.
Okay, Ella, the guy
you stole from,
uh, he knows who you are.
And he can
get to you anywhere.
You want to stay alive,
you help us catch him.
Steve...
I got her.
I think she's right.
Listen, no one wants
to catch Gabriel more than I do.
But we ran this play
once before,
and the bait ended up
getting stabbed 28 times.
We're tracking Gabriel.
We got a lock on his cell.
I say we go in now.
That's too risky.
That's too many variables
that we can't control.
All right?
But we bring him to us,
we have the tactical advantage.
All right, Kono,
we're in position.
All good here.
ETA on Gabriel?
He's heading south on Punahou,
a block away from King.
Should have visual
in a few seconds.
Hold on, guys.
The signal just went dark.
Hey, if Gabriel
killed his phone,
that means he must know
he's walking into a trap.
Guys,
I have a visual on our target
and four hostiles
moving on your location
from the east side.
Gabriel knows we're here.
All right, Kono, hold your position.
Copy that.
Lock yourself in the bathroom,
lie down in the tub
and stay there.
No matter what
happens out here,
don't come out
unless I tell you.
Guys, we're gonna go
floor by floor,
split this building into thirds,
shoot anything that moves.
Don't do it.
Don't do it!
Aah!
Girl... I love you!
Love you, too.
Hey.
Hey...
You okay?
I will be.
Where is he?
Where's Gabriel?
He's where he belongs.
You... have been asking me...
the same exact questions
for the last two hours.
My answers are
not gonna change, okay?
I was not in contact
with my brother
and I did not
help him in any way.
I find that hard to believe.
Yeah, I know.
You and your brother were close.
In fact, you were the last
person to see Matt
before he fled the country.
And with all the resources
at your disposal
as a member of Five-O,
you'd have done
everything in your power
to locate
and assist your brother.
Mm.
Right.
Smile all you like,
Detective Williams.
We both know it's true.
No, I'll tell you
what we both know:
is that you, my friend,
just showed your hand.
This is not ab... about
a bank account.
Someone's pulling
the strings here,
I'm just...
I'm just not sure who.
This is definitely not about
my brother; it's about me,
it's about Five-O, it's about
the people that I work with.
Am I right?
Hmm?
It's okay. Don't answer.
Hey.
You. You got
something you want to ask me,
just come on out, ask me, okay?
This isn't going anywhere.
Maybe not.
But this task force
has crossed the line before
and they will again.
You just need to be
there when it happens.
Yes, sir.
You all right?
Yeah, I'll make it.
We had him.
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