03x24 - Aloha. Malama Pono (Farewell and Take Care) (Season Finale)

[bunniefuu]

(tires screeching, sirens wailing)

Dispatcher: All units, be advised: in pursuit of silver Camaro heading east on Pokukaina.

Suspect now heading north on Coral Street.

Requesting backup.

All available units requested for immediate assistance.

(car horns blaring)

Kono, give me your phone.

(tires screeching)

(horn blaring)

This is a burner, all right?

Keep it on you.

Lay low. We're gonna straighten this out.

We're gonna find you as soon as we can. You got it?

Okay.

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x24 ♪
Aloha. Malama Pono (Farewell And Take Care)

Original Air Date on May 20, 2013

♪

(sirens wailing, tires screeching)

(g*ns clicking)

Lukela: Everybody stand down!

Where's Kono?

No idea.

Steve, she was seen getting inside your car outside the Palace.

Pop the trunk.

(indistinct radio transmission)

I know you want to protect her, but Kono's wanted for questioning in the m*rder of Victor Asanuma.

I got to bring her in.

Duke, come on.

You really think she had anything to do with that?

The Crime Lab matched the ballistics to her g*n.

How do you explain that?

Michael Noshimuri used her g*n to pull off the m*rder.

He set her up.

Victor Asanuma was the star witness in Michael's manslaughter trial.

Duke, you and I both know he's the one who pulled the trigger.

That may be true, Steve, but Kono's in a relationship with Adam Noshimuri.

His father was a Yakuza boss for 30 years.

The prosecuting attorney thinks maybe she did her boyfriend's brother a solid by taking care of his problem.

Duke, you tell the prosecuting attorney we'll deliver him the real k*ller; we just need some time.

I hope you know what you're doing, Steve.

You know what you're doing, right?

(cell phone ringing)

McGarrett.

HPD is all over me about Kono.

Well, you tell them you don't know anything, all right?

Like they'd believe me.

Oh, listen to me.

We just got to keep our stories consistent, okay?

That's all.

Just tell me about this plane.

Hickam picked up an unidentified aircraft.

F-22s were scrambled, but before they could intercept it, the plane landed here.

No markings, no logos, just a tail number.

No. It's not registered with the FAA either.

So we don't know who flew the plane or where it was coming from.

Chin: All we got are bodies.

Max: We have five dead.

Three were k*lled by sharp-force trauma-- either stabbed or their throats were slit.

The two others were sh*t.

Whoever k*lled these guys also landed this plane.

Know anything else about the victims?

No cell phones or wallets on them.

I'm thinking our suspect must have taken them off the bodies.

Also three of our vics have empty holsters.

Seem odd to anyone?

Not if it was a rendition flight.

Chin: What makes you think that?

Plane's unregistered, right?

There's no flight recorder in the cockpit.

I'm thinking these five guys were government agents, the k*ller is their rendition suspect-- somebody resourceful enough to be able to k*ll five feds, then land a jet.

Chin: That's one serious national security thr*at.

Yeah, and now he's loose on the island.

Catherine: Steve, so I ran your victims through the National Security database.

There ID's as GS8's through the Department of Agriculture.

That's got to be a CIA cover.

What about the plane's registration number?

The tail number's registered to a Webster-Cole Leasing out of Wilmington, Delaware.

It's an executive transpo company.

Word is is that it's a CIA front company and the feds are using it to transfer ghost detainees to black sites for interrogations.

Apparently, it was en route from Brisbane to Cuba.

I've got nothing yet on the prisoner that they're renditioning.

You get anything off the bloody prints we found on the plane's steering wheel?

Yoke.

What?

It's called a yoke.

The yoke.

Yeah, I ran them, but there were no matches in any of our print databases.

Steve: Well, of course there wasn't.

The CIA doesn't want him to exist.

Good. All we got to do is find an anonymous maniac who butchered five people from getting off the island.

Hey, listen, I got to run, but, um, I-I'll be here if you need anything, okay?

All right.

Hey, you!

Hey. I was just coming to find you.

What are you doing here in Hawaii?

I am done.

Like, done done?

Yep. In a few weeks, this thing goes in the closet.

I'm through collecting a government check.

Wow.

So what's the next chapter in the life of Billy Harrington?

How about I tell you over dinner?

I'm seeing someone.

McGarrett.

In Amsterdam, you told me that was over.

It was.

And what happened between you and me was real.

And I'll never regret Amsterdam or working together in Kabul, but it's been five years, Billy.

Things change.

Well... if things change again, I'll be staying at the llikai.

It was good to see you.

You, too.

Braga: Commander, my name is Luis Braga.

I run the Latin American counterterrorism desk here at Langley.

Why is Lieutenant Rollins asking questions about a flight that doesn't exist?

Your nonexistent flight just landed in Hawaii with five dead aboard.

What?!

You didn't know?

We were transferring a high-value target on that flight.

We keep communications to a minimum for security.

Danny: Just a suggestion: maybe you ought to pay closer attention, 'cause your high-value target is now in the wind.

Mr. Braga, we can help you, but you have to come clean with us.

Who is the prisoner?

Rafael Salgado.

What do we know about him?

Ever heard of NLM?

Chin: National Liberation Movement--

Latin American t*rror1st organization.

Salgado's got ten years in.

He was picked up brokering an arms deal in Australia because we think he has knowledge about an upcoming att*ck.

An att*ck? Where?

Our intel suggests it's domestic, on American soil, and it's going down soon.

Okay, what do you want us to do?

I'm sending an action team to Hawaii as we speak, but for now, I need you to carry the ball.

But remember, we need Salgado alive.

It's the only way we'll stop that att*ck.

(knocking)

Whose house?

My family owns it through a holding company.

Who else knows that?

Just family.

Thanks for picking this up.

Ooh.

Kono, you should still be in the hospital.

It's not really an option.

HPD's looking for me.

They think I k*lled Victor Asanuma.

Why do they think you're involved?

'Cause we found his remains in a barrel in a dockside warehouse.

Single tap to the head.

Crime Lab tested the b*llet, and it was fired from my g*n.

What?

How?

Your brother.

After he got out of prison, we were under the same roof for a couple of nights.

He must have taken my g*n and then returned it to my holster.

Did you know he was gonna do that to me?

Do you actually think I'd let him do that to you?

I don't know what to think.

You haven't exactly been transparent with me lately.

Hey, if anyone should be questioning loyalty here, it's me.

You used my phone to spy on me.

Adam, I want to believe you.

From the beginning, you said you want out of the family business, But from everything I'm seeing, you've taken over from your father as the Oyabun.

Kono, I told you... everything I'm doing is to protect us.

Michael's putting together an army to fight me for control of our enterprises.

I need our partners to think I'm still in charge.

I thought you were trying to legitimize the business.

I am. Kono, I promise you, I am.

But it's not that simple.

My father's allies stand to lose a lot of money, so I need to make those moves very quietly.

If they see me as weak, I'm dead.

I'll call you back.

What do you got?

Pulled the cell phone records of our dead CIA operatives.

One of the phones was used right after the plane landed.

Tried to ping it, but it looks like it was turned off right after the calls were made.

Made to where?

Five-O!

Hey!

Who are you?

Five-O.

Rafael Salgado-- where is he?

Who?

Rafael Salgado.

That's... that's Pedro.

Pedro?

Yeah, that's Pedro Silva.

Danny: How do you know him?

He's my son's father, but but I haven't seen him in years.

We know he called you twice in the last hour.

No. I-I received some calls, but they were hang-ups.

He called to see if she was home.

Where's your boy?

Excuse me?

Your son. Where is he?

Jack's upstairs.

He's playing in his room.

(TV playing quietly)

Oh, my God.

Where is he?

Where's Jack?

Where's my son?

How long were you two together?

(crying): Um... just my sophomore year.

We were... both studying literature in Peru.

Pedro was very political.

(sniffles)

I didn't realize how radical he was until he was implicated in a bombing on campus.

Two people were k*lled, and I was pregnant with his baby.

So then you came here.

(sniffles)

I got as far away as I could.

I didn't...

I didn't want my child to be associated with a m*rder*r.

(sniffles)

Jack...

Jack is all that I've got.

(sobbing): Just get my son back, please.

Steve: Hey.

Something's not adding up here.

I mean, clearly, Salgado knew about his son the whole time.

So why show up now, when the feds are after him?

APB is out.

TSA's been alerted.

All right, so we got a t*rror1st who's on the run with a little kid.

He's got limited resources, and he's smart enough not to contact any of his known associates 'cause he knows that we'll be monitoring.

Well, then who does Salgado reach out to for help?

No idea.

But I think I know someone who might.

♪

You look tired, Steve.

Something keeping you up at night?

A loss of nerve, perhaps?

I sleep fine.

You know this man?

Should I?

He's an NLM t*rror1st.

His name is Rafael Salgado.

I'm familiar with the NLM.

They claim to be ideologically driven, but I think they're just a bunch of thugs and peasants.

This morning, Salgado k*lled five men and kidnapped his son.

I can't imagine what he has planned for the afternoon.

How do I find him?

What makes you think I can answer that?

A high-value target like this won't last long on his own.

He needs friends-- the kind of relationships you used to cultivate.

So if you were him, who would you go to for help?

You've come here to ask about a case?

Is that all you want to talk about?

I'm giving you the chance to save a little boy's life.

And what's in it for me?

The exercise yard.

15 minutes a day.

You'll get to see the sun again.

I burn easily.

Okay.

Let's go at this another angle.

You help me... or I discontinue your pain medication.

What's next?

No dessert?

There's a gentleman named Arturo Casey in Waikiki.

He controls an international investment company called Outrigger Securities.

Makes most of his money off the books.

Doing what?

He traffics in arms, expl*sives, chemical weapons, identity papers.

Very resourceful, I'm told.

Hey, that's funny, you're the second McGarrett we've had here in 48 hours.

What do you mean, second McGarrett?

Doris McGarrett.

You two related?

She came in yesterday morning.

Adam: People who worked for my father used this place as a supply depot.

If there's pro my brother k*lled Victor Asanuma, it's going to be in here somewhere.

♪

Adam.

You got something?

(vehicle approaching)

Get out of sight.

Hey.

Brother?

What are you doing here?

I need a g*n. I got heat.

How much heat?

A lot.

Cops are asking questions about those bodies they dug up.

Even Kono doesn't trust me.

She cloned my damn phone.

I need to protect myself.

You got something?

If you needed a piece, you should've come directly to me.

That's what I'm doing here.

(keypad beeping)

S & W J-Frame.

Reliable as a rooster in the morning.

Clean, too.

What are you doing?

Give me the g*n.

It's only a five-sh*t, so make sure you're close enough to make each one count.

Something wrong?

I told you.

No.

Something else?

Adam: Why?

Should there be?

(chuckles)

I was just asking.

Thanks, brother.

Appreciate it.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

What was Michael doing in there?

After you left, he searched the van.

I think he was looking for these.

Michael must have left them there.

Adam: Is that blood?

Yeah, and dirt.

If we can match the blood to Asanuma and the dirt to the body dump, that might be enough to take the heat off of me.

And help prove Michael pulled the trigger.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, Adam.

(engine starts)

Everyone's looking for you, Kono.

That's why I called you.

I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

I need you to run these for DNA.

I'm fighting for my life, Charlie.

Evidence on these gloves could put me in the clear.

All right.

Thanks.

Casey: I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you just can't walk into my office and arrest me for no reason.

I'll have your badge, you hear me?

Okay, Mr. Casey, here's the thing: usually I'd dance with you for a while in here, but I don't have any time today, okay?

So do me a favor, tell me, Rafael Salgado-- where is he?

Never heard of him.

How would I know?

Because, despite the expensive suit and the nice watch, you're just the type of morally bankrupt low-life scumbag who would give him a car, some cash and a fake I.D., okay?

So you've got one minute exactly to tell me everything you know.

And what happens if I decide not to cooperate?

Well, it's simple.

I'm gonna let you go.

Beautiful.

We're on the same page.

Not quite.

Right after I let you go, I'm gonna spread the word that you were in here, cooperating with Five-O.

And when I tell them that you were squealing like a pig to save your own skin, every animal you've ever helped is gonna start crawling out of the woodwork.

And they've gonna come back and put a b*llet in you, your wife and your two kids.

Did you just thr*aten my family?

30 seconds.

You'd have me k*lled?

This is ridiculous.

20 seconds.

I've got rights!

The Supreme Court says you do not have rights when you provide material support for a foreign t*rror1st network.

But I'm really glad you're paying attention, 'cause you have seven seconds.

Time's up.

Wait.

Danny! Hey.

Listen, Casey said Salgado is driving a black 2010 Escalade, okay?

Plate number is Alpha-Zulu-two-five-three-one.

All right?

Okay.

Alert HPD, and call Catherine after that, see if she can locate it via satellite.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wo Fat just gives you this guy, Arturo Casey--

I mean, what if he's playing you?

He's not playing me.

Listen, now that he's behind bars, he's scared that Casey's gonna poach his turf.

That's why he gave him up in the first place.

This is not about him helping us, it's about him helping himself.

Doris: Steve.

Just got your message.

What's so important?

My office.

Now.

Okay.

You went to see Wo Fat.

Why would you do that?

Answer my question!

Don't yell at me, please, Steve.

No, no.

Don't give me the hurt feelings thing, Mom, okay?

Because "A," I don't buy it, and "B," I don't care.

Tell me right now: what could you possibly have to say to that man?

Okay.

I just wanted to look the man in the eye who orchestrated your dad's m*rder.

Changed the course of your life, Steve.

It all started with me.

If I hadn't k*lled Wo Fat's father, then... everything would be different.

I got to say, for a former spy, you're, uh... you're not very good at this at all.

What?

Lying, Mom.

I pulled the surveillance video from the prison.

The audio was scrambled purposefully, and your back was conveniently to the camera.

Just tell me one thing.

How'd you get the scrambling device past the guards?

I can't work that one out.

You know, if we're gonna be in each other's lives, Steve, you're gonna have to learn to trust me.

You have literally never given me the whole truth.

Ever in my life.

And you want me to trust you?

The night Wo Fat came after you, you told me that you two struggled over the g*n and he got away.

That was another lie.

I know for a fact that you let him go that night, Doris.

Now, why don't you tell me right now why you would do something like that.

Why don't you tell me right now who he is to you!

Okay, okay...

(door opens)

Hey... hey, we got a fix on Salgado's car.

Catherine's gonna put a satellite on it.

Okay, thanks.

To be continued.

Okay.

(sighs softly)

(sirens wailing)

Catherine: All right, I've got your black Suburban heading westbound on Harding.

Left on Waialae, right on Palolo.

Steve: Where's he going, Cath?

Catherine: Somewhere up the Ridge.

There's only one road in and out.

Get me a roadblock on Palolo and Kiwila.

(tires screeching)

Hey!

Get out of the car!

Out!

On your knees, hands behind your head.

Interlock your fingers.

Where's the boy?

Where's Jack?

Get up.

Where is he?

(panting)

Huh?

They took him.

Mi hijo.

They took my boy.

We know about the phone calls to Lyla, to see if she was home so you could grab your son.

No.

You're lying.

I'm not lying.

I didn't take Jack.

Okay, well, here's the part I don't get.

Could've h*jacked that plane to a non-extradition country.

Why would you come here and risk getting caught just to go and kidnap a son you never met?

Because I didn't come to kidnap him.

I came here to protect him.

Protect him from who?

From the NLM.

They knew the CIA picked you up in Australia, and they went after your kid, didn't they?

I was too late.

They got to him first.

Makes sense.

Kidnapping is a tactic consistent with NLM security measures.

If an operative is captured, a hit squad is sent to secure his family as collateral.

So they're holding Salgado's son right now to make sure he does not divulge the target of their att*ck.

The priority is extracting information.

Keep Salgado detained.

My team is on ground and will be there any minute to interrogate him.

Okay, but he's not gonna give you anything if he knows it means his son is going to die.

My men can be very persuasive.

With all due respect, sir, I agree with Detective Williams.

The best way to get Salgado to talk and to talk quickly is to convince him we can get his son back.

Commander, I don't know what it is you have in mind, but it's not happening.

I'm not taking any chances with thousands of lives at stake, even if it means Salgado's son has to die.

I'm sorry?

Is that perfectly clear, gentlemen?

Yeah, it's perfectly clear-- connection's no good.

Did you just hang up on the CIA?

No, no, I, uh, hung up on a schmuck.

A gigantic schmuck.

(door opens)

All right, we're out of time.

So listen carefully.

You k*lled five CIA operatives.

You m*rder*d hundreds of civilians.

The only choice you have left now is whether or not you want your son's blood on your hands, too.

All right, you want a chance at being a father, here's your sh*t.

You give us the target, we get your son back-- that is my offer.

Why should I trust you?

You should trust us 'cause you don't have a choice, okay?

Clearly this kid means something to you, so...

What time is it?

It's 3:27.

I was on the way to meet the men who took my son when you picked me up.

All right, what'd they want?

My life in exchange for his.

You believe them?

That is the way we operate.

Okay, when's the meet?

4:00. A farm in Kaneohe.

If I'm a minute late, they'll put a b*llet in my boy.

We can get to Kaneohe in less than 30 minutes, but you have got to give us something.

What is the target?

What's the target?!

San Francisco.

San Francisco? What...

Where-where in San Francisco?

Trust goes both ways, yeah?

I'll tell you that once my son is free.

Catherine, get word out to the authorities in San Francisco.

Tell them the NLM are planning an att*ck.

Braga's people just pulled up outside.

Okay, they're gonna make us hand him over.

No. If you hand me over now, hundreds of people will die, not just my son.

We have a deal; you made a promise.

Let's go.

They got the parking lot covered!

(car horn honks)

(horn blaring)

Out of the car.

Out of the car, let's go!

Five-O. We need your car, buddy.

Let's go.

(phone ringing)

It's Fong.

Hey, Charlie, tell me you got something.

Fong: I processed those gloves you gave me and found two sets of DNA.

On the outside, I got a donor match to our victim Victor Asanuma.

And the DNA on the inside came back to Michael Noshimuri.

Looks like we found our k*ller.

Okay, Charlie, I need you to get that evidence to McGarrett right away.

Copy that.

And Charlie?

Yeah, Kono?

You're a good friend.

Mahalo.

(phone beeps)

(door opens)

(footsteps approaching)

How did you get in here?

I think those belong to me.

You need to leave. Now!

Or I'm calling security.

Hang up.

(speaks Spanish)

Where's my son?

(speaks Spanish)

You are two minutes late.

I'm not exactly familiar with this place.

Or maybe you decided to make a stop and talk to the cops?

I did what you asked.

I'm here.

Now let my son go.

Not in front of my boy.

Please.

The deal was my life for his.

We lied.

No!

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

Stay with me.

The target in San Francisco-- where is it?

What is the target?

What is the target?

Listen to me.

This man cannot die.

You understand me?

He cannot die.

Steve!

Max, what are you doing here?

Someone broke into the Crime Lab; Charlie Fong was stabbed.

What?

It's bad, Steve; they don't know if he's gonna make it.

We're trying to stabilize your prisoner, but he's demanding to talk to Commander McGarrett.

Excuse me, excuse me.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(whispering)

(monitor flatlines)

I got the target.

(doorbell rings)

Hey, go, hide.

Kono?

Get away from her!

Thank you for finding these.

Where did you get those?

She asked you a question, Michael.

Your girlfriend tried to burn me.

And you let her.

You started this, Michael, when you stole her g*n to k*ll the man that put you in jail.

He had to go.

And so does she.

I was only trying to save your life.

How does putting her away for m*rder save my life?

You've had a target on your back ever since you crawled in bed with her.

And all I've done is try to protect you.

Not anymore.

It stops now.

Tonight she dies... I take over the business, and you're on your own.

(g*n cocks)

No! No!

No!

(both grunting)

(g*nsh*t)

Adam!

(gasps)

(sniffles)

Brah.

Department of Homeland Security, acting on information obtained during an investigation, thwarted an att*ck at Fisherman's Wharf tonight.

The att*ck was planned for 8:00 p.m., taking advantage of the peak dinner-hour crowd.

Mommy!

Thank you.

How's Fong?

He's in surgery.

It's still too early to tell.

It's all my fault.

He's strong, Kono; he'll pull through.

Where's Adam?

You need to leave. Now.

Adam... the guys who work for your brother are gonna want payback.

(Doris speaking Chinese)

Ready?

Ready.

Okay, guys, we're all good.

Once we get to Shanghai, I'll take you inland.

And don't worry, nobody's ever gonna find you.

How long?

As long as it takes to put all your enemies behind bars.

I'm going with you.

Danny: Kono, you can't go with him, okay?

We just cleared your name.

Guy's about to go on the lam.

It's not good.

I'm not leaving Adam.

Okay, Kono, you can't be serious.

You're not actually considering this, right?

Steve, don't stop her.

Follow your heart.

I'll take good care of her.

I know you will.

It's not forever.

Okay.

Okay?

I'll take that as a promise?

Promise.

Thank you.

Okay.

I'm seriously gonna miss you, sista.

Ditto.

Take care of these boys for me.

Be seeing you.

Can I go with you guys, huh?

That, I support.

I support that.

(laughter)

Mom, I-- can I talk to you for a sec?

Yeah.

I mean, he's just gonna end up getting himself sh*t, so I figure I got to stick around for that, eh?

You'd miss him in a week.

I don't think so.

Why are you doing this?

I get to help people you care about.

It's the least I could do.

That's not what I'm talking about, okay? Listen to me.

You don't have to go with them, all right?

You make a phone call, get them squared away.

You don't have to get on the boat.

Yeah, but a phone call isn't gonna make people disappear.

And besides, my sources will only deal with me.

Soon as I get them situated, I'll be back.

Okay? To be continued.

Yeah, to be continued.

Okay?

Yeah.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

Sometimes I wonder how different things would have been if you hadn't blown out your knee.

Cousin, I don't even know what life would be like if I wasn't cop.

I love you, cuz.

Aloha.

Malama Pono.

Doris: Time to go.

Okay.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

♪
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♪

Leilani.

Hi. It's, uh, Chin Ho Kelly calling.

Look, I know it's been a while.

Yes, well, in my defense, you did say to call when I was ready.

Yeah.

Um, listen, I, uh, I can't promise anything as exciting as a prison riot, but, um, if you're still up for it, I'd love to take you on a second date.

(chuckles)

Um, great.

I don't know what I was thinking.

(door buzzes)

(lock clanks)

Thank you for coming, Commander.

Don't flatter yourself.

I was coming even if you hadn't asked.

Yes.

You want to know why your mother paid me a visit.

I can answer that.

But first, you're going to do something for me.

And what's that?

You're going to get me out of here.

Oh.

Is that so?

Is that right?

(expl*si*n in distance)

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

You set me up?

Yes, but not in the way you think.

They're not here to break me out.

They're here to k*ll me.

And you're the only one who can protect me from them.

From who?

Who are "they"?