Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 9, Episode 13 - Ke iho mai nei ko luna - full transcript
♪ Feeling alive
and I can't complain ♪
♪ Sun is out
and nothing's in our way ♪
♪ No cares, no fears,
we're all right ♪
♪ Sipping on that
summer sunshine ♪
♪ Feeling free, so electrified ♪
♪ The day is bright
and time is on our side... ♪
- Hey.
-Where's my girl?
Good morning
to you, too.
Yo!
Uncle Steve.
- Steve.
- What's up? What's up?
Don't do that.
Don't get up.
Don't get up. Stay right there.
Oh, hi, hi, hi.
- How you doing?
- Good.
- Good. You look good. You look good.
- Thank you.
How's Pops doing? Is he looking
after you okay while Mom's away?
That's a silly question.
Of course I am.
- Whoa, hey.
- What?
What's the matter with you?
What are you, an animal?
- Just want a little piece.
- She's, uh, recovering
from a serious accident.
You don't need pancakes.
She needs pancakes.
Sit down and relax.
Eat up, so you can
get back in bed.
But I'm not at all tired
or hungry.
- Yay!
DANNY: Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Please put the, uh, plate back
in front of my daughter, please.
Thank you. Okay,
here's the thing.
Doctor said you got
to eat a lot of food,
you got to get a lot of rest,
and you'll feel like
a nice young lady again,
you'll feel normal,
like a person,
so please eat your pancakes.
Okay. But, Dad, I was actually
feeling a little cold.
Could you get me my sweatshirt?
Please?
You're cold?
You don't have
a fever or nothing.
All right. Don't touch
her pancakes, you animal.
Please. You got to do something.
He's driving me crazy.
- It's that bad?
- Yeah.
He's all up in my business
all day.
Checking up on me,
bringing me food.
So much soup.
- Soup? He's doing soup?
- Soup.
Matzo ball?
Oy, he's like a Jewish
grandmother with that stuff.
All right, look, Gracie,
here's the thing.
When you were
in the hospital,
Danno was really
upset, of course.
He felt helpless, there
was nothing he could do.
He just had to sit there
and wait for the news,
but now that
he's got you
back home, he wants to
take care of you, you know?
And he's gonna do everything
he can to get you
back on your feet.
He loves you, you know.
- And I love him for that.
- Hmm.
But if you could just
get him out of here,
even for a few hours.
- Give me one of those pancakes.
DANNY: Hey.
What's the matter with you?
Why aren't you eating? Huh?
I was waiting for you.
You were waiting for me
so you could start eating?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Eat. Come on.
You want me to butter
your pancakes like you're six?
Yeah.
(laughing)
(cell phone ringing)
You never butter
my pancakes.
Yeah. McGarrett.
Yeah, I'm with him right now.
We'll be right there.
"We"? What's "we"?
I need you, buddy.
I just got a homicide.
I'm gonna need you
on this one.
I'm so sorry. Grace, are you
gonna be okay if I take him?
Aw. You go.
I'll be okay,
but I was really
looking forward to spending
the day with you, Daddy.
(chuckles) Me, too, Monkey.
Eat, please.
(mouthing): Thank you.
STEVE:
So, uh...
you've been spending a lot
of time with Rachel, huh?
Yeah. We're taking care
of our daughter
who was in a near-fatal
car accident.
Uh-huh. I'm just saying,
this whole, uh,
this whole
"playing house" thing,
wondering how much
it's got to do with...
Rachel as well as Grace.
What's going on there?
I... Nothing's going on.
I mean, we don't want
to kill each other for the
first time in a long time.
Is that... is that
all right with you, or...?
Yeah! Yeah,
yeah, yeah.
I-I'm just wondering if
you've thought about, maybe,
what the plan is,
you know?
No. No, no. No plan.
It's not, uh...
it's not like a special op,
you know what I mean?
There's no...
no specific plan.
So it's just, it's,
uh, freestyling,
you're freestyling, like,
relationship jazz?
DANNY:
Yeah, I'm basically Miles Davis.
Noelani, good morning.
Commander McGarrett,
Detective Williams.
DANNY: Glad I didn't let
you eat those pancakes.
Why?
'Cause of him?
Oh, I don't have
a weak stomach like you.
Uh, sorry.
What do we know so far?
John Doe. Couple surfers
found him this morning.
Throat was slashed.
My stethoscope camera
indicated no water
in the lungs,
which means he was dead
before he hit the water.
No, I don't think this guy
was killed and thrown
in the ocean; I think he was
killed at the bottom of the ocean.
- Really?
Commander McGarrett's right.
The internal bleeding
and marbling of the skin
are signs of sudden
and massive
decompression.
DANNY: Decompression.
So, like, he came up too quick
and got the bends?
Exactly. The rapid
change of pressure
causes the nitrogen
in the body to separate,
forming bubbles in the blood,
wreaking havoc
on the internal organs.
It's like when you
shake up a bottle of soda
and then remove the cap.
This guy literally exploded
from the inside.
STEVE: And decompression--
or rather
a lack of decompression--
this severe means this guy
had to have been deep.
I mean, at least 150 feet plus,
and he had to have stayed there
for a prolonged period of time.
DANNY: All right,
so where's his dive gear?
I mean, the guy
looks like he's ready
for his shift at
Banana Republic.
That's a really
good point.
The guy's not wearing
any dive gear, so what
was he doing on the bottom
of the ocean?
[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]
♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x13 ♪
Ke Iho Mai Nei Ko Luna
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== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
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♪
♪ ♪
Hey, what are
you doing?
Hey!
(hammering continues)
I guess Mom didn't tell you
I was coming over.
She told me you might need
a hand with this deck.
- Wrong.
- Are you sure? 'Cause...
it looks like nothing's changed
since the last time I was here
at Thanksgiving.
You brought the wrong wood.
It's red cedar.
It'll last longer.
Sure. It'll take me days
to power-wash
and re-coat every year,
but that's not
your problem, is it?
You're never here, anyway.
- I'm here now.
- Hm. Yeah,
until you make up some excuse
to go run off.
You and your, uh, busy schedule.
All right.
You know what, Dad?
This time, I don't need
an excuse to leave.
You're enough.
Victim's name is Jason Kamaka.
He was a professor of
oceanography at Oahu State.
That is until three months ago,
when he took a leave of absence
to work on this project.
The Neptune One.
It's a deep-sea research lab.
Okay, well, now we know
what our victim
was doing on the bottom
of the ocean.
Oof. I thought
my commute was bad.
The Neptune's crew is six weeks
into a two-month mission,
and they are studying the
effects the Kilauea's lava flow
has on marine ecosystems.
Everything was put together
by this guy.
DANNY:
Who's he?
ADAM: Claude Nostromo.
Guy made his fortune
in database software
and cloud engineering systems.
Now his company has interests
in everything from rockets
to hydrogen fuel
to the Neptune One.
This thing's on the bottom
of the ocean,
completely cut off
from the outside world,
which means our victim
had to have been killed
by one of four people, no?
TANI: So you're saying that
this murder could've been
over lava research?
I don't know. Maybe.
I don't know what it was over.
But here's the thing.
There are some other factors
to take into consideration.
I mean, these guys are in
serious close quarters
for long periods of time.
That can make anybody crazy.
Plus, you got the depth factor
and what that does to the brain.
Something called
high-pressure nervous syndrome.
I'm talking about paranoia,
hallucinations,
delusions.
Before you know it,
you got a highly combustible
situation down there.
CLAUDE:
This is unbelievable.
I mean, with
projects like this,
y-you make contingencies
for every possible situation.
Truly, I never could've
imagined that...
DANNY:
Murder. Yeah, that's
a crazy one.
STEVE: Mr. Nostromo,
when was the last time
you heard from the Neptune One?
- We lost contact 12 hours ago.
- I'm sorry, 12 hours?
No, I mean, it's...
Because of the depth,
it's not uncommon to go
several hours without contact,
but usually the comms are
restored relatively quickly, which is...
DANNY: I mean, given
the circumstances,
uh, your communication problem's
probably not
a coincidence, right?
STEVE: Somebody just
killed Dr. Kamaka,
so it's feasible
that the person responsible
cut communication channels
to keep things quiet down there.
Do you know anybody down there
who had a beef with him?
No. All of these
scientists,
I mean, underwent
a robust vetting process.
STEVE:
Well, of course,
but that vetting process goes
out the window if somebody's
suffering from high-pressure
nervous syndrome, no?
The ocean...
it's our last great frontier.
I mean, 95% of it
is still unexplored.
And with all great
pioneering ventures,
there's gonna be risks,
but there's no way of truly
knowing how someone
will respond
to that pressurized environment
until they're down there.
I agree. I agree.
Anyway, first things first.
We're gonna need
the personnel files
of everybody down there, please.
Sure. Of course, of course.
Um...
Now, if you'll excuse me, uh,
I need to get on top of this.
Hey, Gina? Will you
get me Reynolds?
Does Reynolds have the files
that we need, or...?
GINA (over intercom): Sir,
I have Mr. Reynolds for you.
Gina, just hold a second.
Thank you so much.
- Excuse me?
- I have a crisis to manage.
I have to deploy a sub
with a salvage-rescue team.
Plus, I need to formulate
a PR response
so I can get ahead
of this story.
Excuse me,
Mr. Nostromo.
I think you're missing
the real crisis here.
I mean, the best-case
scenario is that...
is that Dr. Kamaka
is the only victim,
but we're not gonna know that
until we get down there.
Down there?
Yes, sir.
Until we get down there
to your lab.
Your lab is a crime scene,
and everybody down
there is a suspect.
TANI: Guys, meet our suspects,
the crew of the Neptune One.
Jim Walker, Linda Brady,
Marcus Nash and Nina Kane.
All of these people
are hand-picked by Nostromo
for this mission.
Consider them,
like, the dream team of
oceanographers and scientists.
ADAM: And one of them
is a murderer.
STEVE: That is our
working theory.
So, we are gonna go down there,
assess the situation,
collect evidence and
interview the suspects.
Bad news is the sub
only carries three people.
Oh. Well, I know who I nominate.
Mm. Danny and I are actually
gonna run point
on this one from up here.
Oh.
Junior's gonna take lead
on this mission.
- And, uh, he's gonna take you two with.
- Okay.
This is our ride down.
It's a three-person,
one-atmosphere
submersible.
We're gonna need
to take our time going down
as the sub acclimates us
to the higher pressure
of the lab, okay?
So you may experience
some nausea and dizziness, and
that's just your body adjusting.
STEVE: Right, the sub
is also equipped
with a low-frequency antenna,
which means you guys
should be able to communicate on
comms while you're down there.
TANI:
What's happening with
the Neptune's transmitter?
Is that still down?
STEVE:
It is still down.
Nobody's heard from the Neptune
since right before
Dr. Kamaka was killed,
which means we don't know
what we're walking into,
which is why...
you guys are
gonna take these.
Stun guns, I presume.
Yeah. Cute, right?
Like any highly
pressurized environment,
firearms would be too dangerous.
So, we're gonna take these.
Any other questions?
No. All set.
Without further ado, be safe,
and, uh, Junior,
don't, uh, do anything
I wouldn't do.
Whoa. Talk about a blank check.
All right. Hoo-yah.
STEVE: Hoo-yah.
KAMAKA: Anyway, buddy,
I hope you're taking care
of your mom for me.
Don't get too used to being
the man of the house, though,
because there's only 7,212
minutes left until I come home.
You better believe I'm counting
down every single one.
Love you.
(computer clicking)
Jason sent these messages
every day,
and that was
the last one that we got.
Mrs. Kamaka, first of all,
we're very sorry for your loss.
Uh, clearly, your husband was...
was a dedicated father, too.
The only reason he took that job
was to help my son Kevin.
See, he was recently diagnosed
with Gaucher disease.
It's a genetic disorder.
There's an experimental
treatment,
and it's shown positive results
for Kevin, but...
But insurance won't cover it?
Nostromo offered three times
what Jason was making
at the university, and Jason
said that it was the only way
that we could afford
the next round of treatments.
And I begged him not to go,
that we'd find another way.
Let me talk to you
about Jason for a minute.
During his time
on that lab,
did he ever mention
anything to you
about the other people
down there?
Maybe he had a problem
with somebody,
maybe he felt in danger
at some stage?
Mm, he didn't talk much
about the work.
I mean, he couldn't.
Nostromo's lawyers had him sign
an NDA the size of a phonebook.
And Jason knew that his
communications with the surface
were being monitored.
But, uh...
What?
The last time we spoke,
just, um, yesterday, actually,
I could tell he was agitated,
and I asked what was wrong.
And what did he say?
Just that the job wasn't
what he had signed up for.
From the day my son
was diagnosed,
I've had to face the possibility
that I could lose him.
(crying):
But I never even thought
what my life would be like
without Jason here.
He's been my rock, you know?
Mrs. Kamaka,
we can't begin
to imagine
what you and your son
have been through.
But I can
only assume
that you're not ready
to give up any time soon.
Okay, well,
neither are we.
♪ ♪
(filtered breathing)
(beeping)
Okay, we're good.
We've got
three percent oxygen,
80% helium,
and 17% nitrogen.
Five suits, five tanks.
That should mean everyone else
is still on board.
Where's the welcoming party?
Hey!
Five-O! Identify yourself!
Guys, I saw someone.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
ADAM:
Is that Kamaka's blood?
No, it can't be.
Kamaka was killed
over 12 hours ago.
This looks fresh.
JUNIOR:
Hey, you!
Hand up right now!
Get out here. Move.
It's okay, buddy. We're Five-O.
We're here to help.
You're Dr. Walker, right?
Did you get him?
Please tell me that you got him.
Did we get who?
Wh-What happened to you?
It was Nash. He attacked me.
Dr. Marcus Nash?
Where is he now?
(panting):
I don't know. I...
I woke up this morning,
and the power was out.
Brady and Kane told me
that we'd been sabotaged,
that the power and comms
were cut,
and that Kamaka and Nash
were both missing.
So we split up
to look for them,
and that's when Nash came out
of nowhere and he attacked me.
He was out of his mind.
Somehow, I managed
to fend him off and get away.
JUNIOR: Do you know
why he attacked you?
Was it the
conditions in here?
Was the atmosphere
getting to him?
No, he was perfectly fine
until this morning.
I have no idea what happened.
The guy just snapped.
Wait.
You mean you don't know
where he is?
He's still out there?
TANI:
Dr. Walker,
Jason Kamaka's dead.
His body washed ashore
this morning.
ADAM: Based on
what you're telling us,
it seems like Nash was
the one who killed him.
Yeah. Hey, where's
the rest of your crew?
I don't know.
But we have to help them.
♪ ♪
(gasps)
Hey. Easy. Five-O.
Jim?
Hey, hey. Stop, stop.
Clear.
(straining):
Can't... breathe...
She's hyperventilating.
I think it's a panic attack.
You guys have any oxygen?
Just the dive tanks, but
they're all in the bay.
And with Nash out
there, it's not safe.
Did he attack you, too?
BRADY: Didn't
have a chance.
I locked myself in here.
Kane did the same
in her cabin.
But when her panic
attack started,
she thought she could
get to the bay for a tank,
but then she saw Nash,
so she detoured here.
Guys, this needs stitches.
There's a med kit
on that cart.
She needs oxygen. We have to
get her the dive tanks.
All right, listen up.
Adam, I want you to get
Dr. Kane a tank, okay?
When you're down there,
I want you to contact HQ
and request for an evac vessel
A.S.A.P.
The rest of y'all
are gonna stay in here
and keep that door locked.
Okay. Tani, on me.
Wait, where are you two going?
To find Nash.
Clear. Moving.
Clear.
Why is this hallway so short?
(quietly):
Do you have the A.L.S.?
Yeah.
You looking
for blood?
No. Something else.
Fingerprints.
I think
there's something behind here.
(beeps)
(shouting)
(stun gun crackling)
(panting)
Well, the stun guns work.
Um, Joons.
We got weird-looking stuff
in a secret room.
You know how Nostromo said
that they were studying
the lava flow?
JUNIOR:
Yeah.
I'm thinking that was a lie,
'cause these
aren't lava rocks.
STEVE: All right, Tani.
According to the geologist
we spoke to at Oahu State,
those rocks that you found,
they are a rare earth element
called yttrium.
Safe to say Nostromo
isn't collecting them
because they're shiny
and pretty.
GROVER:
No, you got that right.
This yttrium's worth
more than gold.
And it's a key component
for microprocessors, microchips,
mobile chipsets.
All things made
by Nostromo's company,
so he's keeping them pockets
nice and fat.
And I'll tell you
something else. China?
They have the market cornered
on this stuff.
So he's prospecting.
STEVE: You better believe
he's prospecting.
And let me tell you
something else.
If Nostromo finds
his own reserve of yttrium,
we're talking about
billions of dollars in profits.
Well, ill-gained profits, as it
is illegal to mine the waters
that are claimed
by the State of Hawaii.
So the whole lava flow study,
that was just a cover for
this illegal yttrium operation?
I mean, it would make sense
why Kamaka
told his wife that the job
wasn't exactly
what he had signed up for.
GROVER: Yeah, but he wasn't
the only one who got misled.
Nostromo gave us
his CCTV coverage,
all the stuff that was recorded
before the comms went out.
Well, what a surprise.
That secret room you found?
No footage to be found on there,
but you can still see
who was going down the hallway.
Same two crew members
every night,
except, of course,
for last night,
when we had a new member
going down there.
Yeah. Our victim,
Jason Kamaka.
TANI:
Hold on, you said two scientists
knew about the hidden room?
We know Nash was one of them,
because we found him in there.
But who was the other one?
Care to explain, Dr. Brady?
I... I don't know what that is.
Oh, that-that was convincing.
JUNIOR: Yeah.
See, we have video footage
of you and Nash
walking up and down that hallway
every night
with yttrium samples.
We also know Dr. Kamaka found
out about that room last night.
So all that's left to sort out
is whether Nash acted alone
in killing Kamaka, or if you
had a hand in that, too.
WALKER:
Brady,
what the hell
are they talking about?
Is this true?
Nostromo sent me and Nash
down here
on a different mission
than the rest of you.
We were mapping the ocean floor
for yttrium deposits.
The samples we collected
were supposed to help Nostromo
figure out
where to mine for it.
Right, and then
the mission was compromised
when Kamaka found out about it,
and then he
confronted you.
It was you. You killed him.
(shouting)
BRADY: No, no! I swear. I...
I didn't even know he'd
found out about the samples.
I didn't kill Jason Kamaka,
and neither did Nash.
KANE:
She's lying.
I saw Nash with the knife.
He was about to kill Walker.
No, Nash didn't kill Kamaka.
He couldn't have.
He was working with me
all night, and I can prove it.
Sit down. Sit down.
Just hand me that tablet.
Please.
Every evening,
we input the mapping data
into the system.
We were up all of last night
because we finally
finished our research.
Nash and I have
distinctive log-ins,
and every entry
is time-stamped, so...
Wait. This can't be right.
The data, the maps.
Everything's gone.
The system's been wiped.
Do you expect us
to believe that?
It's true.
Except, if you and Nash
were the only ones
who knew about the data, then
who else could have erased it?
Nostromo.
WALKER:
Oh, he's awake.
JUNIOR:
Listen up.
What do you mean?
Why would Nostromo do that?
WALKER: Wait,
you're not actually
gonna listen
to this lunatic,
are you?
Mm-hmm.
- Be clear.
- To cover his tracks.
When I logged on this morning,
the data was gone.
I thought maybe the drives
had been corrupted,
or that one of us had
wiped them accidentally.
Then I realized Kamaka was
missing, and it all made sense.
Nostromo was
covering his tracks.
If he could have Kamaka killed,
then we were all expendable.
TANI:
So you're saying
that he was gonna kill
everybody in the lab?
Do you have any idea how much
money he put into this plan?
If Kamaka threatened to expose
it, then having him killed
was nothing more
than a business expense.
Truth is, with the data mapping
nearly complete,
Nostromo didn't need
any of us anymore.
Just knowing about this
made us a liability to him.
Is that why you had that knife?
Why you were acting
all paranoid?
I didn't know
who to trust.
I still don't.
A-All I know
is that whoever Nostromo
sent after Kamaka
could be coming for me next.
Joons.
So I still think he's crazy.
Um, but is he maybe
a little less so?
ADAM: Guys, we're
talking about
a billion-dollar
investment here.
If Nostromo thought
that was in jeopardy,
I'm not sure there's much
he wouldn't do to protect it.
What happened to Dr. Kamaka
is a tragedy,
but that doesn't excuse
you making
wild, baseless accusations.
I'm sorry, base...
you said "baseless"?
Somebody killed him,
you understand?
And you, you are the one
with billions on the line.
I say this fully realizing
how it sounds:
Do you know how
much money I have?
It's enough
for a thousand lifetimes,
and that's living really well.
All you super rich
guys are the same.
There's never enough money.
Because if there was,
you'd stop at just being
regular rich.
Money is just a means to an end.
It's a way to make dreams
like the Neptune
into reality.
Dr. Kamaka shared my dreams.
He was a man of science.
He shared my passion
for the betterment of humanity.
GROVER: Or you could
just cut the crap
about the betterment of
humanity "Kumbaya" stuff
since we already know
about the yttrium.
STEVE: Okay,
here's the facts.
You were conducting
secretive and highly illegal
mining operations down there.
The night that Jason Kamaka
finds out about it, he's killed,
and then somebody goes ahead
and wipes all the data.
So, unless you
can explain to us
who else would be trying
to cover their tracks...
Wait, hold on.
Did you say someone
just wiped the drives?
GROVER: Here's the part
where he pretends to be surprised.
- No. You don't understand.
There's no backup for that data.
Not in my office,
not in the cloud, not anywhere.
What?
You really expect us to believe
that some tech whiz genius
forgot to back up
his billion-dollar data?
It's by design.
The computers on the lab
are air-gapped
to prevent them from being
hacked, which means that no one
can access them remotely,
including me.
So if someone
wiped those drives,
it had to be done
down at the lab.
Explain something to me.
Why would anybody else erase
that drive?
Well, there's
only one reason:
to keep the data away from me
and sell it on the open market.
There are foreign interests
who would pay hundreds
of millions for it.
Oh, well, easy
come, easy go.
Looks like you've been had.
I think I know by whom.
- Go on.
- I have an inside man down there,
someone I sent
for the sole purpose
of keeping an eye on the others.
You know, prevent this
exact thing from happening.
We're gonna need a name.
All right.
Bleeding stopped.
No sign of infection,
but he doesn't look well.
I think the conditions
are getting to him.
All right. Well, I need you to
just keep an eye on him, okay?
The evac vessel is an hour out.
(exhales)
Uh, I'm not feeling
so great myself.
Is this that dizziness
you warned us about,
as our bodies adjust?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, it has to be. I mean...
I mean, we just got here.
But Walker, he...
he should have adjusted
a long time ago.
Unless...
Huh?
What are you doing?
I saw you check the air
when we got here.
You said it was fine.
Yeah, well, not anymore. Look.
The oxygen levels are dropping
to one percent.
Anything below that
is dangerously hypoxic.
So someone tampered with
the levels after we got here.
Yeah, but why would you mess
with the levels if that means
that you're affected, too?
ADAM: Except,
not everyone's affected.
(door opens)
TANI:
Guys,
McGarrett spoke to Nostromo.
There is a third person
who knows about the yttrium.
They also have motive
to kill Kamaka.
Hey!
(shouting)
Stay back.
Against the booths, now!
Stay back.
Easy, easy.
Okay, Tani, I want you
to contact McGarrett
and let him know
what's going on.
(panting):
We can't. The comms are down.
We're too far
from the sub antenna.
We... we got to get
to the moon pool.
It's barricaded. We got
to break it. Ready? On three.
One, two, three.
Again.
Two, three.
Oh, she's taking
the submersible.
McGarrett?
McGarrett, do you read?
No. Without the sub,
the comms are gone.
Yeah, along with
our only way off this lab.
Sub's gone.
TANI: I'm guessing
whatever Kane's
exfil plan was
after killing Kamaka
changed when we got here.
At which point,
taking our sub
became her best way off the lab.
It looks like
she didn't want anyone
getting off
the lab, period.
Almost all the oxygen
supply is gone.
TANI: Joons,
exactly how much
breathable air do we have left?
Well, if we keep
all our activity levels
down to a minimum,
I'm guessing
at least 40 minutes to an hour.
Hey, yo!
Hey, I just tried calling you.
We got a problem.
What?
The GPS on the sub
showed movement, right?
So Nostromo's people tried
to get in touch with them,
and-and nothing. Th-The comms
just stopped transmitting.
Did you try to contact them?
Several times, got nothing.
GROVER: Well, sound to me
like they've been jacked,
which means
our guys are down there
stranded or worse.
Danny, come with me.
Lou, send me the coordinates
of the Neptune to my phone,
please. And how far away
is that Coast Guard evac vessel?
- I'll hit them up and find out.
All right, tell them
me and Danny are gonna meet them
at the dive site,
and, Lou, tell them to hurry.
Yes, sir.
(rapid beeping)
Sorry, what are you
looking for exactly?
Because unless
it's a secret cache
of oxygen, I don't see
the point in exerting yourself.
This is a transmission buoy.
We can put a message on it,
and then we send it up
to the surface.
It'll broadcast our SOS
to all emergency frequencies.
Joons, by the time someone
catches that signal
and sends a crew down...
- I know. It's a Hail Mary,
but it's our best shot.
Mayday. Mayday.
This is Officer Junior Reigns
with the Five-O Task Force
in urgent need of assistance.
We are six people
stranded on board
the Neptune One underwater lab.
At 1605, we have roughly
37 minutes left of usable air.
Lab coordinates,
north: 21 degrees,
26 tack 927,
west:
157 degrees,
62 tack 179.
Depth of 127 meters.
Please contact the
Five-O Task Force.
Please send help. Over.
Wait, Joons.
I'm gonna go. Let me go.
No. Look at you.
You can barely stand up.
You don't look too hot yourself.
(beeps)
I'll be back.
(inhales)
(device beeping)
♪ ♪
(coughing)
(both panting)
(grunts)
Thanks. (pained breaths)
- I got disoriented.
- Yeah.
(groans)
You can get me dinner
when we're out of here.
I want sushi.
Okay? Like,
really expensive sushi.
Hey.
I went to go to see
my dad this morning.
It sucked.
(panting):
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Turns out that's the best
part of my day.
Oh. (coughs)
(Tani panting)
DANNY:
Slow down a little bit.
Slow down.
The GPS says
you're right
on top of the lab.
- Stop.
- All right.
There's the
Coast Guard boat.
That's good. They should
have a diving bell.
I'll go down
with the rescue team.
We don't even know what's
going on down there.
- They could be dead, for all we know.
- Hey, hey. Stop.
Please don't do that.
Okay?
I'm anxious, too.
We need to stay positive.
So keep your mind on the rescue
and not think like that, please.
(beeping)
Is that the phone?
GROVER: Hey, it's Grover.
Hey, Lou.
What's up?
So, a fishing trawler
just picked up
an SOS message from Junior.
Somehow, the kid got
a transmission out.
My man.
Look, it's bad.
He says they're running out
of breathable air.
There's six of them down there.
Down to 37 minutes.
Only, the transmission
was recorded at 1605.
That's 31 minutes ago.
They got six minutes'
worth of air?
Which means, by the time
that vessel gets here
and launches that evac op,
it's gonna be too late.
What are you doing now,
Beautiful Mind, huh?
I'm doing the math.
We got two dive tanks,
they're both 80s,
which means we've got 160
cubic feet of trimix, right?
Which breaks down
to approximately
112 minutes of breathable air.
Divide that by the six people
that are underneath this,
you got a little over
18 minutes each.
If they take turns, they should
be able to ration the air
in these two tanks
and make it last
when the Coast Guard
gets here with more air.
That's great, but the tanks are
up here, so what I imagine is,
you're gonna swim
those tanks down there?
What, you got a better idea?
No.
Call the Coast Guard,
tell that vessel
they need to be here--
they got 18 minutes
to get here and get more
air down to these people.
Your math is goofy, okay?
You got to use some
of the air yourself,
you got to go down there,
you're gonna leave the tanks,
come back up,
what about you?
What about your air, huh?
Danny, the best chance
of survival for these guys
is if I free-dive
these tanks down, okay?
Now, I got the weight
of the tanks.
It's gonna help
get me down there.
Ideally, I'd have some kind
of guideline, but I don't.
Why don't you use the anchor?
There's no way the anchor's
gonna reach 130 meters, Danny.
There's no way you're gonna make
130 meters, either.
Let's just be real
for a second.
You go down there,
you're gonna have to hit
a little bit of air, you know?
Then what? How are you not gonna
explode when you come back up?
I'm gonna exhale all
of it on the ascent.
But listen, if I get back
to this boat and I look
like a potato, you got
ten minutes to get me
to a hyperbaric chamber,
all right?
Do me a favor,
drag this over here.
Come on.
- Steve...
- Uh-uh.
No pep talks.
Besides, you suck at them.
Thank you.
(deep breathing)
(inhales deeply)
♪ ♪
(deep breathing)
(air hissing)
♪ ♪
Rescue team,
15 minutes.
I can't stay.
Not enough air. Understand?
Make this last.
I got to go.
Stay calm.
One for the road.
♪ ♪
(gasping)
Steve!
♪ ♪
You okay?
Huh?
Everybody else, they okay?
Rescue team?
Oh. They'll be there
in ten minutes. It's all good.
Don't ever, ever do that
to me again, please.
Now that I know you can
hold your breath that long,
I don't want
to hear you complain
when I bring takeout
into the car.
Okay?
GROVER:
Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Well, I got some very good news
on our murderess, Nina Kane.
What's up?
Well, the United States Navy
tracked her sub,
led us right
to her dealer.
Wait a minute,
we got her in custody?
Oh, no.
No, she's in ICU.
In her haste
to surface
and collect on her payday,
she gave herself the bends.
Wow. Karma really is a bitch
sometimes, huh?
We got some good news, too.
Uh, Nostromo is gonna do
the right thing
and, uh, take care
of our vic's kid's
medical bills.
STEVE:
Even the experimental
gene therapy treatments.
Kid's covered for life.
That's the least he can
do with his rich ass.
STEVE: Well, and
assist the Feds
in their investigation
of his illegal mining operation.
(door opens)
Look who's back
from the abyss.
STEVE:
Hey.
GROVER: Well, look who
survived the decompression.
We did, yeah.
16 hours.
16 hours stuck in a hyperbaric--
I'm sorry, scratch that--
hyper-barbaric chamber
with, um,
Adam and Joons
arguing about
what's better,
cartoons or anime.
- It's anime.
Oh, cartoons. Come on.
Help me.
Hey, where's Junior?
Junior said he would
be in later.
He just has to take care
of something first.
Okay.
♪ ♪
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
and I can't complain ♪
♪ Sun is out
and nothing's in our way ♪
♪ No cares, no fears,
we're all right ♪
♪ Sipping on that
summer sunshine ♪
♪ Feeling free, so electrified ♪
♪ The day is bright
and time is on our side... ♪
- Hey.
-Where's my girl?
Good morning
to you, too.
Yo!
Uncle Steve.
- Steve.
- What's up? What's up?
Don't do that.
Don't get up.
Don't get up. Stay right there.
Oh, hi, hi, hi.
- How you doing?
- Good.
- Good. You look good. You look good.
- Thank you.
How's Pops doing? Is he looking
after you okay while Mom's away?
That's a silly question.
Of course I am.
- Whoa, hey.
- What?
What's the matter with you?
What are you, an animal?
- Just want a little piece.
- She's, uh, recovering
from a serious accident.
You don't need pancakes.
She needs pancakes.
Sit down and relax.
Eat up, so you can
get back in bed.
But I'm not at all tired
or hungry.
- Yay!
DANNY: Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Please put the, uh, plate back
in front of my daughter, please.
Thank you. Okay,
here's the thing.
Doctor said you got
to eat a lot of food,
you got to get a lot of rest,
and you'll feel like
a nice young lady again,
you'll feel normal,
like a person,
so please eat your pancakes.
Okay. But, Dad, I was actually
feeling a little cold.
Could you get me my sweatshirt?
Please?
You're cold?
You don't have
a fever or nothing.
All right. Don't touch
her pancakes, you animal.
Please. You got to do something.
He's driving me crazy.
- It's that bad?
- Yeah.
He's all up in my business
all day.
Checking up on me,
bringing me food.
So much soup.
- Soup? He's doing soup?
- Soup.
Matzo ball?
Oy, he's like a Jewish
grandmother with that stuff.
All right, look, Gracie,
here's the thing.
When you were
in the hospital,
Danno was really
upset, of course.
He felt helpless, there
was nothing he could do.
He just had to sit there
and wait for the news,
but now that
he's got you
back home, he wants to
take care of you, you know?
And he's gonna do everything
he can to get you
back on your feet.
He loves you, you know.
- And I love him for that.
- Hmm.
But if you could just
get him out of here,
even for a few hours.
- Give me one of those pancakes.
DANNY: Hey.
What's the matter with you?
Why aren't you eating? Huh?
I was waiting for you.
You were waiting for me
so you could start eating?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Eat. Come on.
You want me to butter
your pancakes like you're six?
Yeah.
(laughing)
(cell phone ringing)
You never butter
my pancakes.
Yeah. McGarrett.
Yeah, I'm with him right now.
We'll be right there.
"We"? What's "we"?
I need you, buddy.
I just got a homicide.
I'm gonna need you
on this one.
I'm so sorry. Grace, are you
gonna be okay if I take him?
Aw. You go.
I'll be okay,
but I was really
looking forward to spending
the day with you, Daddy.
(chuckles) Me, too, Monkey.
Eat, please.
(mouthing): Thank you.
STEVE:
So, uh...
you've been spending a lot
of time with Rachel, huh?
Yeah. We're taking care
of our daughter
who was in a near-fatal
car accident.
Uh-huh. I'm just saying,
this whole, uh,
this whole
"playing house" thing,
wondering how much
it's got to do with...
Rachel as well as Grace.
What's going on there?
I... Nothing's going on.
I mean, we don't want
to kill each other for the
first time in a long time.
Is that... is that
all right with you, or...?
Yeah! Yeah,
yeah, yeah.
I-I'm just wondering if
you've thought about, maybe,
what the plan is,
you know?
No. No, no. No plan.
It's not, uh...
it's not like a special op,
you know what I mean?
There's no...
no specific plan.
So it's just, it's,
uh, freestyling,
you're freestyling, like,
relationship jazz?
DANNY:
Yeah, I'm basically Miles Davis.
Noelani, good morning.
Commander McGarrett,
Detective Williams.
DANNY: Glad I didn't let
you eat those pancakes.
Why?
'Cause of him?
Oh, I don't have
a weak stomach like you.
Uh, sorry.
What do we know so far?
John Doe. Couple surfers
found him this morning.
Throat was slashed.
My stethoscope camera
indicated no water
in the lungs,
which means he was dead
before he hit the water.
No, I don't think this guy
was killed and thrown
in the ocean; I think he was
killed at the bottom of the ocean.
- Really?
Commander McGarrett's right.
The internal bleeding
and marbling of the skin
are signs of sudden
and massive
decompression.
DANNY: Decompression.
So, like, he came up too quick
and got the bends?
Exactly. The rapid
change of pressure
causes the nitrogen
in the body to separate,
forming bubbles in the blood,
wreaking havoc
on the internal organs.
It's like when you
shake up a bottle of soda
and then remove the cap.
This guy literally exploded
from the inside.
STEVE: And decompression--
or rather
a lack of decompression--
this severe means this guy
had to have been deep.
I mean, at least 150 feet plus,
and he had to have stayed there
for a prolonged period of time.
DANNY: All right,
so where's his dive gear?
I mean, the guy
looks like he's ready
for his shift at
Banana Republic.
That's a really
good point.
The guy's not wearing
any dive gear, so what
was he doing on the bottom
of the ocean?
[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]
♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x13 ♪
Ke Iho Mai Nei Ko Luna
(
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪
♪
♪ ♪
Hey, what are
you doing?
Hey!
(hammering continues)
I guess Mom didn't tell you
I was coming over.
She told me you might need
a hand with this deck.
- Wrong.
- Are you sure? 'Cause...
it looks like nothing's changed
since the last time I was here
at Thanksgiving.
You brought the wrong wood.
It's red cedar.
It'll last longer.
Sure. It'll take me days
to power-wash
and re-coat every year,
but that's not
your problem, is it?
You're never here, anyway.
- I'm here now.
- Hm. Yeah,
until you make up some excuse
to go run off.
You and your, uh, busy schedule.
All right.
You know what, Dad?
This time, I don't need
an excuse to leave.
You're enough.
Victim's name is Jason Kamaka.
He was a professor of
oceanography at Oahu State.
That is until three months ago,
when he took a leave of absence
to work on this project.
The Neptune One.
It's a deep-sea research lab.
Okay, well, now we know
what our victim
was doing on the bottom
of the ocean.
Oof. I thought
my commute was bad.
The Neptune's crew is six weeks
into a two-month mission,
and they are studying the
effects the Kilauea's lava flow
has on marine ecosystems.
Everything was put together
by this guy.
DANNY:
Who's he?
ADAM: Claude Nostromo.
Guy made his fortune
in database software
and cloud engineering systems.
Now his company has interests
in everything from rockets
to hydrogen fuel
to the Neptune One.
This thing's on the bottom
of the ocean,
completely cut off
from the outside world,
which means our victim
had to have been killed
by one of four people, no?
TANI: So you're saying that
this murder could've been
over lava research?
I don't know. Maybe.
I don't know what it was over.
But here's the thing.
There are some other factors
to take into consideration.
I mean, these guys are in
serious close quarters
for long periods of time.
That can make anybody crazy.
Plus, you got the depth factor
and what that does to the brain.
Something called
high-pressure nervous syndrome.
I'm talking about paranoia,
hallucinations,
delusions.
Before you know it,
you got a highly combustible
situation down there.
CLAUDE:
This is unbelievable.
I mean, with
projects like this,
y-you make contingencies
for every possible situation.
Truly, I never could've
imagined that...
DANNY:
Murder. Yeah, that's
a crazy one.
STEVE: Mr. Nostromo,
when was the last time
you heard from the Neptune One?
- We lost contact 12 hours ago.
- I'm sorry, 12 hours?
No, I mean, it's...
Because of the depth,
it's not uncommon to go
several hours without contact,
but usually the comms are
restored relatively quickly, which is...
DANNY: I mean, given
the circumstances,
uh, your communication problem's
probably not
a coincidence, right?
STEVE: Somebody just
killed Dr. Kamaka,
so it's feasible
that the person responsible
cut communication channels
to keep things quiet down there.
Do you know anybody down there
who had a beef with him?
No. All of these
scientists,
I mean, underwent
a robust vetting process.
STEVE:
Well, of course,
but that vetting process goes
out the window if somebody's
suffering from high-pressure
nervous syndrome, no?
The ocean...
it's our last great frontier.
I mean, 95% of it
is still unexplored.
And with all great
pioneering ventures,
there's gonna be risks,
but there's no way of truly
knowing how someone
will respond
to that pressurized environment
until they're down there.
I agree. I agree.
Anyway, first things first.
We're gonna need
the personnel files
of everybody down there, please.
Sure. Of course, of course.
Um...
Now, if you'll excuse me, uh,
I need to get on top of this.
Hey, Gina? Will you
get me Reynolds?
Does Reynolds have the files
that we need, or...?
GINA (over intercom): Sir,
I have Mr. Reynolds for you.
Gina, just hold a second.
Thank you so much.
- Excuse me?
- I have a crisis to manage.
I have to deploy a sub
with a salvage-rescue team.
Plus, I need to formulate
a PR response
so I can get ahead
of this story.
Excuse me,
Mr. Nostromo.
I think you're missing
the real crisis here.
I mean, the best-case
scenario is that...
is that Dr. Kamaka
is the only victim,
but we're not gonna know that
until we get down there.
Down there?
Yes, sir.
Until we get down there
to your lab.
Your lab is a crime scene,
and everybody down
there is a suspect.
TANI: Guys, meet our suspects,
the crew of the Neptune One.
Jim Walker, Linda Brady,
Marcus Nash and Nina Kane.
All of these people
are hand-picked by Nostromo
for this mission.
Consider them,
like, the dream team of
oceanographers and scientists.
ADAM: And one of them
is a murderer.
STEVE: That is our
working theory.
So, we are gonna go down there,
assess the situation,
collect evidence and
interview the suspects.
Bad news is the sub
only carries three people.
Oh. Well, I know who I nominate.
Mm. Danny and I are actually
gonna run point
on this one from up here.
Oh.
Junior's gonna take lead
on this mission.
- And, uh, he's gonna take you two with.
- Okay.
This is our ride down.
It's a three-person,
one-atmosphere
submersible.
We're gonna need
to take our time going down
as the sub acclimates us
to the higher pressure
of the lab, okay?
So you may experience
some nausea and dizziness, and
that's just your body adjusting.
STEVE: Right, the sub
is also equipped
with a low-frequency antenna,
which means you guys
should be able to communicate on
comms while you're down there.
TANI:
What's happening with
the Neptune's transmitter?
Is that still down?
STEVE:
It is still down.
Nobody's heard from the Neptune
since right before
Dr. Kamaka was killed,
which means we don't know
what we're walking into,
which is why...
you guys are
gonna take these.
Stun guns, I presume.
Yeah. Cute, right?
Like any highly
pressurized environment,
firearms would be too dangerous.
So, we're gonna take these.
Any other questions?
No. All set.
Without further ado, be safe,
and, uh, Junior,
don't, uh, do anything
I wouldn't do.
Whoa. Talk about a blank check.
All right. Hoo-yah.
STEVE: Hoo-yah.
KAMAKA: Anyway, buddy,
I hope you're taking care
of your mom for me.
Don't get too used to being
the man of the house, though,
because there's only 7,212
minutes left until I come home.
You better believe I'm counting
down every single one.
Love you.
(computer clicking)
Jason sent these messages
every day,
and that was
the last one that we got.
Mrs. Kamaka, first of all,
we're very sorry for your loss.
Uh, clearly, your husband was...
was a dedicated father, too.
The only reason he took that job
was to help my son Kevin.
See, he was recently diagnosed
with Gaucher disease.
It's a genetic disorder.
There's an experimental
treatment,
and it's shown positive results
for Kevin, but...
But insurance won't cover it?
Nostromo offered three times
what Jason was making
at the university, and Jason
said that it was the only way
that we could afford
the next round of treatments.
And I begged him not to go,
that we'd find another way.
Let me talk to you
about Jason for a minute.
During his time
on that lab,
did he ever mention
anything to you
about the other people
down there?
Maybe he had a problem
with somebody,
maybe he felt in danger
at some stage?
Mm, he didn't talk much
about the work.
I mean, he couldn't.
Nostromo's lawyers had him sign
an NDA the size of a phonebook.
And Jason knew that his
communications with the surface
were being monitored.
But, uh...
What?
The last time we spoke,
just, um, yesterday, actually,
I could tell he was agitated,
and I asked what was wrong.
And what did he say?
Just that the job wasn't
what he had signed up for.
From the day my son
was diagnosed,
I've had to face the possibility
that I could lose him.
(crying):
But I never even thought
what my life would be like
without Jason here.
He's been my rock, you know?
Mrs. Kamaka,
we can't begin
to imagine
what you and your son
have been through.
But I can
only assume
that you're not ready
to give up any time soon.
Okay, well,
neither are we.
♪ ♪
(filtered breathing)
(beeping)
Okay, we're good.
We've got
three percent oxygen,
80% helium,
and 17% nitrogen.
Five suits, five tanks.
That should mean everyone else
is still on board.
Where's the welcoming party?
Hey!
Five-O! Identify yourself!
Guys, I saw someone.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
ADAM:
Is that Kamaka's blood?
No, it can't be.
Kamaka was killed
over 12 hours ago.
This looks fresh.
JUNIOR:
Hey, you!
Hand up right now!
Get out here. Move.
It's okay, buddy. We're Five-O.
We're here to help.
You're Dr. Walker, right?
Did you get him?
Please tell me that you got him.
Did we get who?
Wh-What happened to you?
It was Nash. He attacked me.
Dr. Marcus Nash?
Where is he now?
(panting):
I don't know. I...
I woke up this morning,
and the power was out.
Brady and Kane told me
that we'd been sabotaged,
that the power and comms
were cut,
and that Kamaka and Nash
were both missing.
So we split up
to look for them,
and that's when Nash came out
of nowhere and he attacked me.
He was out of his mind.
Somehow, I managed
to fend him off and get away.
JUNIOR: Do you know
why he attacked you?
Was it the
conditions in here?
Was the atmosphere
getting to him?
No, he was perfectly fine
until this morning.
I have no idea what happened.
The guy just snapped.
Wait.
You mean you don't know
where he is?
He's still out there?
TANI:
Dr. Walker,
Jason Kamaka's dead.
His body washed ashore
this morning.
ADAM: Based on
what you're telling us,
it seems like Nash was
the one who killed him.
Yeah. Hey, where's
the rest of your crew?
I don't know.
But we have to help them.
♪ ♪
(gasps)
Hey. Easy. Five-O.
Jim?
Hey, hey. Stop, stop.
Clear.
(straining):
Can't... breathe...
She's hyperventilating.
I think it's a panic attack.
You guys have any oxygen?
Just the dive tanks, but
they're all in the bay.
And with Nash out
there, it's not safe.
Did he attack you, too?
BRADY: Didn't
have a chance.
I locked myself in here.
Kane did the same
in her cabin.
But when her panic
attack started,
she thought she could
get to the bay for a tank,
but then she saw Nash,
so she detoured here.
Guys, this needs stitches.
There's a med kit
on that cart.
She needs oxygen. We have to
get her the dive tanks.
All right, listen up.
Adam, I want you to get
Dr. Kane a tank, okay?
When you're down there,
I want you to contact HQ
and request for an evac vessel
A.S.A.P.
The rest of y'all
are gonna stay in here
and keep that door locked.
Okay. Tani, on me.
Wait, where are you two going?
To find Nash.
Clear. Moving.
Clear.
Why is this hallway so short?
(quietly):
Do you have the A.L.S.?
Yeah.
You looking
for blood?
No. Something else.
Fingerprints.
I think
there's something behind here.
(beeps)
(shouting)
(stun gun crackling)
(panting)
Well, the stun guns work.
Um, Joons.
We got weird-looking stuff
in a secret room.
You know how Nostromo said
that they were studying
the lava flow?
JUNIOR:
Yeah.
I'm thinking that was a lie,
'cause these
aren't lava rocks.
STEVE: All right, Tani.
According to the geologist
we spoke to at Oahu State,
those rocks that you found,
they are a rare earth element
called yttrium.
Safe to say Nostromo
isn't collecting them
because they're shiny
and pretty.
GROVER:
No, you got that right.
This yttrium's worth
more than gold.
And it's a key component
for microprocessors, microchips,
mobile chipsets.
All things made
by Nostromo's company,
so he's keeping them pockets
nice and fat.
And I'll tell you
something else. China?
They have the market cornered
on this stuff.
So he's prospecting.
STEVE: You better believe
he's prospecting.
And let me tell you
something else.
If Nostromo finds
his own reserve of yttrium,
we're talking about
billions of dollars in profits.
Well, ill-gained profits, as it
is illegal to mine the waters
that are claimed
by the State of Hawaii.
So the whole lava flow study,
that was just a cover for
this illegal yttrium operation?
I mean, it would make sense
why Kamaka
told his wife that the job
wasn't exactly
what he had signed up for.
GROVER: Yeah, but he wasn't
the only one who got misled.
Nostromo gave us
his CCTV coverage,
all the stuff that was recorded
before the comms went out.
Well, what a surprise.
That secret room you found?
No footage to be found on there,
but you can still see
who was going down the hallway.
Same two crew members
every night,
except, of course,
for last night,
when we had a new member
going down there.
Yeah. Our victim,
Jason Kamaka.
TANI:
Hold on, you said two scientists
knew about the hidden room?
We know Nash was one of them,
because we found him in there.
But who was the other one?
Care to explain, Dr. Brady?
I... I don't know what that is.
Oh, that-that was convincing.
JUNIOR: Yeah.
See, we have video footage
of you and Nash
walking up and down that hallway
every night
with yttrium samples.
We also know Dr. Kamaka found
out about that room last night.
So all that's left to sort out
is whether Nash acted alone
in killing Kamaka, or if you
had a hand in that, too.
WALKER:
Brady,
what the hell
are they talking about?
Is this true?
Nostromo sent me and Nash
down here
on a different mission
than the rest of you.
We were mapping the ocean floor
for yttrium deposits.
The samples we collected
were supposed to help Nostromo
figure out
where to mine for it.
Right, and then
the mission was compromised
when Kamaka found out about it,
and then he
confronted you.
It was you. You killed him.
(shouting)
BRADY: No, no! I swear. I...
I didn't even know he'd
found out about the samples.
I didn't kill Jason Kamaka,
and neither did Nash.
KANE:
She's lying.
I saw Nash with the knife.
He was about to kill Walker.
No, Nash didn't kill Kamaka.
He couldn't have.
He was working with me
all night, and I can prove it.
Sit down. Sit down.
Just hand me that tablet.
Please.
Every evening,
we input the mapping data
into the system.
We were up all of last night
because we finally
finished our research.
Nash and I have
distinctive log-ins,
and every entry
is time-stamped, so...
Wait. This can't be right.
The data, the maps.
Everything's gone.
The system's been wiped.
Do you expect us
to believe that?
It's true.
Except, if you and Nash
were the only ones
who knew about the data, then
who else could have erased it?
Nostromo.
WALKER:
Oh, he's awake.
JUNIOR:
Listen up.
What do you mean?
Why would Nostromo do that?
WALKER: Wait,
you're not actually
gonna listen
to this lunatic,
are you?
Mm-hmm.
- Be clear.
- To cover his tracks.
When I logged on this morning,
the data was gone.
I thought maybe the drives
had been corrupted,
or that one of us had
wiped them accidentally.
Then I realized Kamaka was
missing, and it all made sense.
Nostromo was
covering his tracks.
If he could have Kamaka killed,
then we were all expendable.
TANI:
So you're saying
that he was gonna kill
everybody in the lab?
Do you have any idea how much
money he put into this plan?
If Kamaka threatened to expose
it, then having him killed
was nothing more
than a business expense.
Truth is, with the data mapping
nearly complete,
Nostromo didn't need
any of us anymore.
Just knowing about this
made us a liability to him.
Is that why you had that knife?
Why you were acting
all paranoid?
I didn't know
who to trust.
I still don't.
A-All I know
is that whoever Nostromo
sent after Kamaka
could be coming for me next.
Joons.
So I still think he's crazy.
Um, but is he maybe
a little less so?
ADAM: Guys, we're
talking about
a billion-dollar
investment here.
If Nostromo thought
that was in jeopardy,
I'm not sure there's much
he wouldn't do to protect it.
What happened to Dr. Kamaka
is a tragedy,
but that doesn't excuse
you making
wild, baseless accusations.
I'm sorry, base...
you said "baseless"?
Somebody killed him,
you understand?
And you, you are the one
with billions on the line.
I say this fully realizing
how it sounds:
Do you know how
much money I have?
It's enough
for a thousand lifetimes,
and that's living really well.
All you super rich
guys are the same.
There's never enough money.
Because if there was,
you'd stop at just being
regular rich.
Money is just a means to an end.
It's a way to make dreams
like the Neptune
into reality.
Dr. Kamaka shared my dreams.
He was a man of science.
He shared my passion
for the betterment of humanity.
GROVER: Or you could
just cut the crap
about the betterment of
humanity "Kumbaya" stuff
since we already know
about the yttrium.
STEVE: Okay,
here's the facts.
You were conducting
secretive and highly illegal
mining operations down there.
The night that Jason Kamaka
finds out about it, he's killed,
and then somebody goes ahead
and wipes all the data.
So, unless you
can explain to us
who else would be trying
to cover their tracks...
Wait, hold on.
Did you say someone
just wiped the drives?
GROVER: Here's the part
where he pretends to be surprised.
- No. You don't understand.
There's no backup for that data.
Not in my office,
not in the cloud, not anywhere.
What?
You really expect us to believe
that some tech whiz genius
forgot to back up
his billion-dollar data?
It's by design.
The computers on the lab
are air-gapped
to prevent them from being
hacked, which means that no one
can access them remotely,
including me.
So if someone
wiped those drives,
it had to be done
down at the lab.
Explain something to me.
Why would anybody else erase
that drive?
Well, there's
only one reason:
to keep the data away from me
and sell it on the open market.
There are foreign interests
who would pay hundreds
of millions for it.
Oh, well, easy
come, easy go.
Looks like you've been had.
I think I know by whom.
- Go on.
- I have an inside man down there,
someone I sent
for the sole purpose
of keeping an eye on the others.
You know, prevent this
exact thing from happening.
We're gonna need a name.
All right.
Bleeding stopped.
No sign of infection,
but he doesn't look well.
I think the conditions
are getting to him.
All right. Well, I need you to
just keep an eye on him, okay?
The evac vessel is an hour out.
(exhales)
Uh, I'm not feeling
so great myself.
Is this that dizziness
you warned us about,
as our bodies adjust?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, it has to be. I mean...
I mean, we just got here.
But Walker, he...
he should have adjusted
a long time ago.
Unless...
Huh?
What are you doing?
I saw you check the air
when we got here.
You said it was fine.
Yeah, well, not anymore. Look.
The oxygen levels are dropping
to one percent.
Anything below that
is dangerously hypoxic.
So someone tampered with
the levels after we got here.
Yeah, but why would you mess
with the levels if that means
that you're affected, too?
ADAM: Except,
not everyone's affected.
(door opens)
TANI:
Guys,
McGarrett spoke to Nostromo.
There is a third person
who knows about the yttrium.
They also have motive
to kill Kamaka.
Hey!
(shouting)
Stay back.
Against the booths, now!
Stay back.
Easy, easy.
Okay, Tani, I want you
to contact McGarrett
and let him know
what's going on.
(panting):
We can't. The comms are down.
We're too far
from the sub antenna.
We... we got to get
to the moon pool.
It's barricaded. We got
to break it. Ready? On three.
One, two, three.
Again.
Two, three.
Oh, she's taking
the submersible.
McGarrett?
McGarrett, do you read?
No. Without the sub,
the comms are gone.
Yeah, along with
our only way off this lab.
Sub's gone.
TANI: I'm guessing
whatever Kane's
exfil plan was
after killing Kamaka
changed when we got here.
At which point,
taking our sub
became her best way off the lab.
It looks like
she didn't want anyone
getting off
the lab, period.
Almost all the oxygen
supply is gone.
TANI: Joons,
exactly how much
breathable air do we have left?
Well, if we keep
all our activity levels
down to a minimum,
I'm guessing
at least 40 minutes to an hour.
Hey, yo!
Hey, I just tried calling you.
We got a problem.
What?
The GPS on the sub
showed movement, right?
So Nostromo's people tried
to get in touch with them,
and-and nothing. Th-The comms
just stopped transmitting.
Did you try to contact them?
Several times, got nothing.
GROVER: Well, sound to me
like they've been jacked,
which means
our guys are down there
stranded or worse.
Danny, come with me.
Lou, send me the coordinates
of the Neptune to my phone,
please. And how far away
is that Coast Guard evac vessel?
- I'll hit them up and find out.
All right, tell them
me and Danny are gonna meet them
at the dive site,
and, Lou, tell them to hurry.
Yes, sir.
(rapid beeping)
Sorry, what are you
looking for exactly?
Because unless
it's a secret cache
of oxygen, I don't see
the point in exerting yourself.
This is a transmission buoy.
We can put a message on it,
and then we send it up
to the surface.
It'll broadcast our SOS
to all emergency frequencies.
Joons, by the time someone
catches that signal
and sends a crew down...
- I know. It's a Hail Mary,
but it's our best shot.
Mayday. Mayday.
This is Officer Junior Reigns
with the Five-O Task Force
in urgent need of assistance.
We are six people
stranded on board
the Neptune One underwater lab.
At 1605, we have roughly
37 minutes left of usable air.
Lab coordinates,
north: 21 degrees,
26 tack 927,
west:
157 degrees,
62 tack 179.
Depth of 127 meters.
Please contact the
Five-O Task Force.
Please send help. Over.
Wait, Joons.
I'm gonna go. Let me go.
No. Look at you.
You can barely stand up.
You don't look too hot yourself.
(beeps)
I'll be back.
(inhales)
(device beeping)
♪ ♪
(coughing)
(both panting)
(grunts)
Thanks. (pained breaths)
- I got disoriented.
- Yeah.
(groans)
You can get me dinner
when we're out of here.
I want sushi.
Okay? Like,
really expensive sushi.
Hey.
I went to go to see
my dad this morning.
It sucked.
(panting):
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Turns out that's the best
part of my day.
Oh. (coughs)
(Tani panting)
DANNY:
Slow down a little bit.
Slow down.
The GPS says
you're right
on top of the lab.
- Stop.
- All right.
There's the
Coast Guard boat.
That's good. They should
have a diving bell.
I'll go down
with the rescue team.
We don't even know what's
going on down there.
- They could be dead, for all we know.
- Hey, hey. Stop.
Please don't do that.
Okay?
I'm anxious, too.
We need to stay positive.
So keep your mind on the rescue
and not think like that, please.
(beeping)
Is that the phone?
GROVER: Hey, it's Grover.
Hey, Lou.
What's up?
So, a fishing trawler
just picked up
an SOS message from Junior.
Somehow, the kid got
a transmission out.
My man.
Look, it's bad.
He says they're running out
of breathable air.
There's six of them down there.
Down to 37 minutes.
Only, the transmission
was recorded at 1605.
That's 31 minutes ago.
They got six minutes'
worth of air?
Which means, by the time
that vessel gets here
and launches that evac op,
it's gonna be too late.
What are you doing now,
Beautiful Mind, huh?
I'm doing the math.
We got two dive tanks,
they're both 80s,
which means we've got 160
cubic feet of trimix, right?
Which breaks down
to approximately
112 minutes of breathable air.
Divide that by the six people
that are underneath this,
you got a little over
18 minutes each.
If they take turns, they should
be able to ration the air
in these two tanks
and make it last
when the Coast Guard
gets here with more air.
That's great, but the tanks are
up here, so what I imagine is,
you're gonna swim
those tanks down there?
What, you got a better idea?
No.
Call the Coast Guard,
tell that vessel
they need to be here--
they got 18 minutes
to get here and get more
air down to these people.
Your math is goofy, okay?
You got to use some
of the air yourself,
you got to go down there,
you're gonna leave the tanks,
come back up,
what about you?
What about your air, huh?
Danny, the best chance
of survival for these guys
is if I free-dive
these tanks down, okay?
Now, I got the weight
of the tanks.
It's gonna help
get me down there.
Ideally, I'd have some kind
of guideline, but I don't.
Why don't you use the anchor?
There's no way the anchor's
gonna reach 130 meters, Danny.
There's no way you're gonna make
130 meters, either.
Let's just be real
for a second.
You go down there,
you're gonna have to hit
a little bit of air, you know?
Then what? How are you not gonna
explode when you come back up?
I'm gonna exhale all
of it on the ascent.
But listen, if I get back
to this boat and I look
like a potato, you got
ten minutes to get me
to a hyperbaric chamber,
all right?
Do me a favor,
drag this over here.
Come on.
- Steve...
- Uh-uh.
No pep talks.
Besides, you suck at them.
Thank you.
(deep breathing)
(inhales deeply)
♪ ♪
(deep breathing)
(air hissing)
♪ ♪
Rescue team,
15 minutes.
I can't stay.
Not enough air. Understand?
Make this last.
I got to go.
Stay calm.
One for the road.
♪ ♪
(gasping)
Steve!
♪ ♪
You okay?
Huh?
Everybody else, they okay?
Rescue team?
Oh. They'll be there
in ten minutes. It's all good.
Don't ever, ever do that
to me again, please.
Now that I know you can
hold your breath that long,
I don't want
to hear you complain
when I bring takeout
into the car.
Okay?
GROVER:
Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Well, I got some very good news
on our murderess, Nina Kane.
What's up?
Well, the United States Navy
tracked her sub,
led us right
to her dealer.
Wait a minute,
we got her in custody?
Oh, no.
No, she's in ICU.
In her haste
to surface
and collect on her payday,
she gave herself the bends.
Wow. Karma really is a bitch
sometimes, huh?
We got some good news, too.
Uh, Nostromo is gonna do
the right thing
and, uh, take care
of our vic's kid's
medical bills.
STEVE:
Even the experimental
gene therapy treatments.
Kid's covered for life.
That's the least he can
do with his rich ass.
STEVE: Well, and
assist the Feds
in their investigation
of his illegal mining operation.
(door opens)
Look who's back
from the abyss.
STEVE:
Hey.
GROVER: Well, look who
survived the decompression.
We did, yeah.
16 hours.
16 hours stuck in a hyperbaric--
I'm sorry, scratch that--
hyper-barbaric chamber
with, um,
Adam and Joons
arguing about
what's better,
cartoons or anime.
- It's anime.
Oh, cartoons. Come on.
Help me.
Hey, where's Junior?
Junior said he would
be in later.
He just has to take care
of something first.
Okay.
♪ ♪
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