10x20 - He puhe'e miki (A Gripping Cuttlefish)

[bunniefuu]

Dad? I didn't say it enough.

I love you, son.

Dad? Dad! No, no, no!

Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe. It's all right, Steve.

I couldn't be prouder... of the man you've become.

I'm so sorry. Mom!

I love you so much.

You continue to go down this road, son, you got to ask yourself: how many more lives is that gonna cost?

And pretty soon, you're gonna need to decide what kind of man you are.

You're the closest thing I ever had to a son, Steve.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

I just hope someday you can understand.

Don't wait as long as I did to find someone.

I don't want that to happen to you.

I love you.

Whoa.

Morning.

Good morning.

Wow, that's a lot.

A lot?

Yeah. I was maybe going for, you know, sweet, thoughtful, romantic.

I would have even taken, "Hey, nice spread."

Yeah, no, it's-it's really nice. It's nice.

I just... 'cause...

You know, I just grab a coffee on the way to work.

Yeah, yeah, and you're usually late because of it.

I shouldn't have asked you to stay over.

Wait, what does that have to do with anything?

I just have a routine, and I-I'm... used to my own space, and...

Maybe we're just... we're moving too fast.

All right. I'll clean up.

Well, I'll help. Uh, hey, I-I got it.

Junior, you home?

You really have to start using single-origin coffee beans.

This mixed blend stuff assaults the senses.

Boy, it's a good thing you're cute, Eddie, 'cause you fail as a guard dog.

He knows a friendly face when he sees one.

Uh-huh. And he just loves his Uncle Gerard, don't you? Don't... ? Yes, you do. Oh.

Yes, you do.

You... please, please don't do that. Eddie, b*at it. Let's go.

Out.

Hirsch, you broke into my house? Why?

Well, no one came to the door, which was unlocked.

Frankly, I was worried.

Thank you for the welfare check.

I appreciate it. No, I don't like to run with my keys.

Danny's on spring break with his kids, and Junior slept somewhere else, so...

I bet I know who it is. What... do you want?

My Uncle Oscar just had heart surgery.

Okay, He's, uh, 78, and managing on his own is getting difficult, so... he's moving in with me.

Okay, I know.

Before you go off on my generosity, I owe it to the guy.

He had a huge impact on me as a kid.

He taught me all the essentials...

Lock-picking, pickpocketing, how to pull off a flawless con job...

Good, so he's the one we should thank.

Hey. I'm a model citizen these days, but my uncle, uh... well, I'm not so sure.

See, when the movers dropped off Oscar's boxes, I started, uh, unpacking a little bit.

And, uh...

I found this.

What is that? It's an antique snuffbox.

It's worth, uh... quite a bit.

How much is "quite a bit"? I'd say... several hundred... thousand.

Excuse me? And, uh... given... Oscar's history of criminal ventures, I have a sneaking suspicion that it's, um... ill-gotten.

All right, let's go arrest your uncle.

I-I know the statute of limitations is six years, so he's in the clear.

But if you could look at the, uh, HPD archives and maybe see if someone reported the box stolen, and then at least I can return the box to its rightful owners. Right.

Right, right.

And if there's no report, you could sell it to the highest bidder.

Hey, elder care is not cheap.

Okay, I'll-I'll have Tani on this right away. Oh, thank you, Steve.

Yeah. McGarrett.

Yeah. No, no, no. I'll get some people down there as soon as possible.

Of course. Thanks.

All right, figure this.

We got a dead John Doe.

No ID, the only evidence we have is that tire iron, that jack, and that flat tire with a nail in it.

Hey, Adam. Hey, Noelani.

What you got here? Uh... pretty straightforward.

Single sh*t through the left chamber of the heart.

d*ed instantly. So, guy gets a flat tire, pulls over to change it, someone stops and jacks him for his car and wallet.

Yep. Only this is not an isolated incident.

Well, how do you know? Because, according to HPD, these robberies are being perpetrated by what they're calling "the Fix-a-Flat Robbers."

Two guys who hit airport rent-a-car companies.

See, they target a car, stick a nail in the tire, car gets rented, tourist drives off, they follow that tourist.

Once the tire goes flat...

These guys rob the tourists for everything they have.

But this time they graduated to m*rder.

So, why'd they suddenly decide to drop a body?

Cap? What do you say, Duke?

We sent a photo of our Vic around to all the car rental places at HNL.

Let me see. Sure enough, we got an ID.

John Doe's name is Greg Dean.

Flew in this morning from O'Hare.

According to the airline, Mr. Dean flew in with his wife Cynthia.

Then where the hell is she?

Hey.

Hi. Double cappuccino.

Extra dry. Small token of my appreciation.

Oh, gimme, gimme.

So...

What's new?

Anything you want to tell me?

Who told you?

About you and Junior, no one.

McGarrett might have mentioned that Junior slept elsewhere last night, but you don't need to be a genius to put it together.

So, I'm guessing Rey-Rei is now official?

Excuse me? You know, Rey and Reigns... Rey-Rei, got it? Rey-Rei.

Please don't make that a thing. No promises.

Why don't we just focus on your uncle, shall we?

Okay, fine.

Did you find anything yet?

Actually, yes, as much as it pains me to admit it, your instincts were right.

I was able to dig up an old police report on a stolen antique snuffbox.

Oh, so much for my early retirement.

Well, this report's from 1978, so... the case wasn't fully digitized, but it looks like it was stolen from a woman named Tabitha May.

What?

1978 was the year my uncle moved to Seattle.

He only came back to Oahu recently because of his health.

I suppose the timing of his move to Seattle could be a coincidence. Hold on.

It's saying that this was not just a robbery.

It was also a homicide. Wait, a what?

A housekeeper was sh*t when she stumbled upon the robbery-in-progress.

Uncle Oscar might be a thief, but he's not a k*ller.

Well, you just told me that 1978 was the year that he left the island with a key piece of evidence from a homicide in hand.

O-Okay, that... could be... quite suspicious.

I'll tell you what, I'll have HPD pull the evidence.

In the meantime, let's see what the Internet has to say.

Okay, here's an old article about the robbery from The Advertiser.

Oh! Oh! Hold on, wait!

Look, Tabitha's fiancé Jay Gilbert was the main suspect, not Oscar Hirsch.

See, I told you my uncle would Ne...

Oh. I take it you recognize this man?

That's Uncle Oscar.

It seems Uncle Oscar, posing as Jay Gilbert, he met Tabitha, a month later they were engaged.

Soon after that, the box was stolen, the housekeeper was sh*t, and Tabitha never saw her fiancé again.

Hey, I don't suppose you could pretend... that you never saw this?

There's a statute of limitations on a robbery.

Not when it comes to m*rder.

I just have to see if he's up.

He usually takes a nap this time of day.

Yes, that's right.

French fries. Hey. Gerry-boy.

Whoa, when I said bring me a delicious snack, I meant food, but... I'll take this, as well.

Uncle Oscar, this is Tani, a friend.

I know from personal experience she does not respond to talk like that.

So sorry, please, forgive me.

May I present my soon-to-be fiancée Therese? Oh, stop it.

I keep telling you I'm already married.

Hmm.

You're already married? Mm-hmm.

May I see your hand?

I don't see a ring.

Do you see a ring? I don't see a ring.

Where's your ring?

What? I was wearing it. Therese... my darling... will you marry me? Please say yes.

How did you get this off of my finger?

You better watch yourselves around this one.

Uncle Oscar, um, we wanted to ask you about your, uh, move to Seattle.

1978, right?

Mm. Um, what prompted you to leave?

There's no state income tax in Washington.

So, nothing drove you to leave Hawaii?

Um, just your average wanderlust.

Yeah, hmm. You weren't in any kind of trouble?

Trouble? Um, no.

What kind of trouble, uh... ? I'm sorry, you two.

His heart rate is spiking.

You better go lie down. Ah.

Sure. Thanks, Oscar. Yeah.

See you in a minute. Yeah. Sure, Ger.

That doesn't make me feel like your uncle's innocent, but with the heart condition, agitating him could be dangerous, so let's get the facts first.

Okay.

Look who showed up to work.

Yo, what's up? Good to see you, brother.

Good to be back, brother. Hey.

What we got? All right, so, HPD found Greg and Cynthia's rental car a few miles from the crime scene.

Luggage was missing, the car was wiped clean, but it has the same M.O. as the other rentals they hit.

Except they took a body this time.

Got to be a reason for that.

Maybe the guy was trying to defend his wife, fought back, and they had to put him down.

That doesn't explain what happened to the wife.

Well, what if this was a targeted kidnapping?

I mean, these guys take advantage of the highly publicized Fix-a-Flat robberies, use that as cover to kidnap Cynthia.

Uh, we reached out to her family, and they haven't gotten any ransom demands.

Either way, we got to find this woman.

Junior, why don't you get some more search teams down to the scene and widen the search parameter.

If she got away on foot, she could still be out there.

Sir. Lou, Adam, want you to pull all previous Fix-a-Flat robbery case files.

We got to ID these perps. We got to do it right now.

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We found it during an investigation.

Unfortunately, it's still ongoing, so we can't reveal any further details.

Something wrong, Ms. May?

We thought you'd be thrilled to have such a valuable item returned.

Oh, no.

Of course I am.

And thank you.

But to be honest, this is a very painful reminder of a very difficult time in my life.

My housekeeper was m*rder*d, and I was betrayed by someone very dear to me.

Your fiancé Jay Gilbert.

So you did your homework.

We read that article from '78.

Well, here's something that didn't make the papers:

I never recovered from that.

Never learned to trust again.

Well, I can't imagine what that must have felt like, to be taken advantage of in that way.

Well, worse than that was that I found out I wasn't the only one.

The detectives who were handling the case told me they found someone who fit his description.

He had pulled the same con on four other women before me.

Who knows how many after?

He was my one true love.

But to him...

I was just a mark.

Here's everything HPD has on these Fix-a-Flat Robbers, including police sketches based on witnesses' descriptions.

But we don't have any IDs yet on Bronytail here or his partner.

And no pattern to where they choose to strike.

Times, locations, even the rental companies they target vary from robbery to robbery.

All right, so they're just choosing cars randomly.

Yeah, but HPD canvassed the rental car lots with those sketches and dug through a mountain of security footage.

These robbers were never spotted on the premises of any of the companies.

They had help. Sure.

I mean, somebody who can access multiple car rental lots without seeming out of place.

Could be a mechanic or, uh, someone who works for a... a car wash service?

Those companies usually have their own employees.

What about airport buses?

Think about it... uh, Honolulu International, they have shuttles that access multiple car rental lots.

And all the drivers would have access to all the lots.

All right, let's pull up HNL employment records, see what we find.

All right, we're searching for Cynthia Dean.

She's blonde, five-six, 110 pounds. Officer Reigns, we got something.

All right, let's move.

Come on.

Attaboy.

Her pulse is fading. Call a medic right now.

I need a medic in Quad Four.

Come on, Cynthia, stay with me.

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There.

That should do it.

Thank you. Well, here, for your trouble.

Thanks, but we'll just take it all.

Wallets and cell phones now! The keys to the rental.

Gonna need that ring, too.

No, please. Let her keep the ring.

Hand it over now!

Not the time to be a hero!

And then I ran straight to the woods.

I could hear them f*ring, and I just kept going.

I don't think I realized that I was hit until the sh*ts stopped.

And I-I tried to keep moving, and I-I started to feel faint.

And then, next thing I remember is waking up in this hospital bed.

All right, Cynthia, I'm gonna show you a composite sketch.

Are these the guys who att*cked you?

Him.

That's who k*lled my husband.

Hey, Cap.

I thought I was getting pretty good at reading you, but, uh, what was going on with you when Cynthia was telling her story?

I'm not sure I buy that grieving widow story.

These guys had a really good scam going.

Why would they risk getting hemmed up on a m*rder beef over a wedding ring?

Doesn't add up.

All right.

So, this looks like all the notes and documents from the detective about the robbery/homicide at Tabitha's.

Including crime scene photos.

Oh.

Right through the eye?

That's gonna be hard to unsee.

There is no way Uncle Oscar could do something that brutal.

Well, it looks like Jay Gilbert was the prime suspect.

And look at this... There's a whole section dedicated to the four other cons that Tabitha was telling us about.

The detectives dubbed him the "Casanova Conman" because he romanced the women before he robbed them.

Just like every other relationship.

Smooth sailing.

Oh, don't tell me there's trouble in paradise already.

Junior and I got into our first fight.

It was more like a tiff, really.

Actually, I don't know what it was. Well, what happened exactly?

He made me breakfast.

That monster.

Okay, listen, relationships are more like a marathon than a sprint.

But it's okay to stumble over those early hurdles.

There are no hurdles in marathons.

Okay, okay, just stay with me here.

You just have to get through those hurdles, just say sorry a-and move on.

Yeah.

Right, yeah, I know that.

I'm supposed to be helping you here, not the other way around, so why don't we, uh, just put the couples therapy aside and focus on your uncle, shall we?

Okay, this is the inventory from all the items that Oscar stole from the heiresses.

Okay.

Snuffbox, some first-edition books.

So, clearly, Uncle Oscar made some bad choices with these women, but it is possible that someone else k*lled Tabitha's housekeeper.

Well, the slug that k*lled her was a .256 Winchester Magnum.

That's really rare.

And if you look at the evidence list... a custom-engraved p*stol stolen from heiress number two, Lindsay Harp.

And this requires that exact same rare amm*nit*on.

Okay, so they think the Casanova Conman used the g*n he stole from one heiress in the robbery of another? Hirsch... it's really looking like your uncle did this.

Okay, okay, wait.

These items... the crystal, the, uh, first-edition books...

They have to be sold in a specialized market, right?

Now, Uncle Oscar had a roommate at the time named Stanley.

Guy was an "antiques dealer," but he sometimes moved goods that, uh... lacked proper certification. Right, he was a fence.

Yes. A fence.

So, what if he fenced the p*stol for Oscar before the m*rder? That would exonerate Oscar, right?

Maybe.

But are you really telling me you believe that your uncle had no part in this m*rder?

T-Truthfully, I-I'm not sure of anything.

I'm... I just know that I got my uncle into this mess.

I-I have to make every effort to get him out of it.

Spit it out.

Spit what out, Cap? What, you think you can read me but I can't read you? Come on.

All right, it's nothing, okay? We're working a case right now.

We should focus on that, yes?

Oh. Oh, okay.

Alexa... how's my commute look?

Traffic looks sluggish.

The fastest route takes about 35 minutes via H1.

See, we got plenty of time to get into it.

Hey, that's impressive, but, you know, I'm not surprised, because I know for a fact that Danny got everybody one of those for Christmas.

Don't change the subject.

Come on, kid, what's eating you?

Breakfast.

Breakfast? Mm-hmm. All I did was make breakfast.

You know, you wake up before she does. You slip out of bed.

You make some bacon, you make some eggs, yes?

I mean... Wrong.

'Cause suddenly, I'm the bad guy.

Suddenly, we're moving too fast, all because I wanted to save Tani a trip to the coffee shop.

Right. Cap... how do you get worked up over breakfast?

I got some bad news for you, young fella.

I don't have the slightest idea what Tani was upset about.

But I'll tell you one thing... It wasn't breakfast.

Tani is a... little complicated, okay?

I have no idea what she was thinking, but I do know one thing: she thinks the world of you.

So... give her some space.

Give her some time. She'll figure it out.

Thanks, Cap. Sure.

Now let's see if we can do something to elevate that mood of yours.

Alexa, play us something upbeat.

The playlist "Throwback Vibes."

♪ Ow ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah... ♪

♪ I used to think maybe... ♪ Hey, uh, Cap, looks like Steve's hunch paid off.

They found a shuttle bus driver at HNL who appears to be the robbers' inside man.

He and Adam are moving over there right now to talk to him.

Well, that's perfect.

See?

Walking on sunshine now, baby.

♪ Now I'm walking on sunshine ♪

♪ Wow ♪

♪ I'm walking on sunshine, wow ♪

♪ And don't it feel good ♪

♪ I say it, I say it, I say it again now. ♪ This is Makani Kai.

Next up, Avis and Hertz.

Ladies and gentlemen. Hey, my name is Commander Steve McGarrett of the Five-O Task Force.

I regret to inform you that this bus is now out of service. MAN: What?

However, another driver will be along shortly to pick you all up.

Really? So, if you wouldn't mind, mahalo.

Hey, what the hell's going on? Why don't you tell us?

Okay, here's how it worked.

Every now and then, the bus clears out on my route.

If I'm making good time, I stop in one of the rental car lots, I get out, I stretch my legs.

I go to the holding area for cars waiting to get picked up that day.

What about security cams?

I know the blind spots.

And on these big lots, there are plenty.

All right, so you pick a car. Then what?

I check the coast is clear.

Then I take one of these nails and I prop it underneath the front tire.

So when the car's brought to the renter, one of the tires is already punctured and leaking.

I text some photos of the car and its plate to my guys.

They're waiting outside the lot when it rolls out.

All right, they score, you get your cut.

That's it, man. I swear.

I never signed up for m*rder.

All right, we need names right now.

Move in. Go.

You two with me.

This side. Clear!

Down the hall. Clear. Clear.

Move.

It's one of our robbers.

This is Eric Tenney. This is his place.

He's got a pulse. We need an ambulance.

This is Officer Junior Reigns requesting immediate EMT assistance.

I have an adult male, breathing but unresponsive.

Whoa. What the hell happened here?

It's Greg and Cynthia's luggage.

Well, maybe, uh, our robbers came back here to split up the score, there's a disagreement, they turn on each other?

Yeah, but somebody tied this guy to a chair and gave him a hell of a b*ating, like they were trying to get information out of him or something.

I mean, why would his partner do that?

Oh, oh.

Check this out. Looks like a secret compartment.

Appears to be lined with lead.

So the X-ray machines wouldn't see what's in there.

Yeah. Also got a GPS tracker stuck inside.

Well, you know what this means.

Cynthia lied to us.

Her husband wasn't k*lled over some wedding ring.

He was k*lled over this bag.

Yeah, they were trying to smuggle something in.

Can't argue with you guys there.

Still doesn't explain who tortured our perp and trashed the place, though. It doesn't.

But I bet Cynthia's lying ass can.

Attention all staff, King's Medical is implementing lock-down procedures.

Duke, what's going on? Steve, we've searched the hospital from top to bottom.

Cynthia Dean is gone.

All right, so Greg wasn't k*lled over a ring, he was k*lled trying to stop those robbers from taking that suitcase.

I think it's safe to assume that whatever these guys were smuggling, it's worth a hell of a lot of money.

Yeah, I think it's also safe to assume that Greg and Cynthia have a contact on this island.

Whether it's the buyer or whoever it is they're smuggling for, those people find out what's going on, then they use the GPS tracker to locate the suitcase.

And then they arrive at Tenney's house and realize they're too late.

His accomplice has already taken off to go fence the merchandise.

Right, then they put the screws on Tenney to find out where his friend's gone.

I can't imagine that their efforts were unsuccessful.

I mean, they left the guy in a coma.

And now the only person who can give us a bead on who these guys are is Cynthia.

And now she's M.I.A.

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Hirsch, if your uncle's old roommate confirms that he didn't sell the g*n before Oscar disappeared, that would mean that Oscar had access to the likely m*rder w*apon that night.

Do you understand what that means? I know.

Look... Y-You have to understand.

Oscar wasn't just my fun uncle who taught me how to run cons.

When my father was too busy with his art career to give me any attention, Oscar was always there for me.

He was my whole world when I was a kid.

Sure.

I fenced items for Oscar all the time.

Watches, jewelry, art.

He stole 'em, I sold 'em.

And we'd split the profits fifty-fifty.

That's not a bad gig. Not at all.

Your uncle was p-prolific.

Especially when it came to those ladies. They were loaded.

Crystal, china. First edition Faulkner.

Moses smell the roses.

What about an engraved p*stol?

Do you remember anything like that?

Oh, you mean, you mean the .256?

With the ivory inlay? Hmm.

That would have fetched a pretty penny.

But Oscar wouldn't part with it.

You obviously knew hat he was scamming these heiresses.

Do you remember a Tabitha May?

He told me about the antique snuffbox she had.

Thing was worth a boatload.

No wonder he skipped town. Didn't want to share that big a score with old Stanley.

What about that night that-that Oscar left?

Do you remember that? Sure.

He came back to the apartment late, acting real cagey.

Then, in the middle of the night, he split without a word.

Left behind all his worldly possessions.

It made no sense until I read about the robbery in the papers.

That's when I put two and two together and realized what happened.

Oscar k*lled that lady.

You didn't think to go to the police?

I considered it, but it would have been hard to explain how I got that information.

Always did feel guilty, though, thinking about that poor housekeeper, sh*t through the eye like that.

Meanwhile, Oscar's probably still living on what he fetched for that snuffbox.

Well, he's not exactly living the high life.

He, uh, moved in with me.

Wait. Oscar's back in town?

Yeah. Well.

The stones on that guy.

So, you gonna arrest him?

Well, after the story you just told, we may have no choice.

Especially if we find out he's still in possession of that p*stol.

The smoking g*n, huh?

I'd be surprised if he ever sold it.

It-it could've linked him to the m*rder, of course.

Your uncle's a lot of things, Gerard, but he's no dummy.

I'm not really sure who my uncle is anymore.

Thank you, Stanley.

We have to get a search warrant so we can search those boxes that Oscar had sent over to Gerard's house.

So this might all be over soon?

It could take a few hours to get the warrant, but if we can find that g*n, this cold case could be solved by the end of the day.

So, I guess there's no denying it.

My uncle's a m*rder*r after all.

Did you hear what he said about the housekeeper?

That he sh*t her in cold blood? Uh, yeah.

No. Specifically that she was sh*t through the eye.

That wasn't in the papers. Only the police know that.

Yeah, and one other person: the m*rder*r.

You think Stanley k*lled her, and not my uncle?

I do. And if I'm right, I think I know what he's gonna do next.

Hey. So, we have an APB out on our missing robber Christian Hopkins.

No sign of him yet.

And still no word back on Cynthia's whereabouts.

But we looked into her travel history and found an interesting pattern.

She's been logging dozens of trips a year, all with Greg. So, this isn't the first time they've done this smuggling thing.

The destinations vary. Amsterdam, London, Chicago.

But there's one city they travel to regularly.

Antwerp.

It's a hub for the global diamond trade.

Well, that makes sense.

Diamonds are highly portable, they're easy to stash, and who the hell's gonna think of a Midwestern couple as some kind of big diamond smuggler?

All right, let's reach out to HPD, see if they can tell us anybody who fences diamonds on the island.

I'm sure there are not many places that Hopkins can move that much ice.

Right. But we have to assume that the guys who put Hopkins' partner in a coma know where he's headed.

And if they find him first, he's dead.

Weren't you gonna say hello, Stan?

What? Nothing to say?

Okay. I'll do the talking.

'Cause I've had 42 long years to think of what I wanted to say to you after you forced me off the island.

None of this would have happened if you'd just done what you were supposed to do. It was one job, Stan.

And you just couldn't let it go.

No, I was supposed to just walk away from that kind of payday because you got the hots for the mark?

I loved Tabitha. And she loved me.

She didn't love you.

She loved Jay Gilbert, a fiction, a myth.

Tell you what, Stan.

I'm gonna call the cops.

I'm gonna tell 'em everything.

They can put me away for thieving, conning.

I don't care.

As long as they put you away, too.

I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

Drop it. What?

Thanks for the confession, by the way.

It'll make it that much easier to put you away for m*rder.

Any luck with those diamond fences?

No, nothing yet, but we got something else.

So, a nurse working Cynthia's floor at the hospital reported her cell phone stolen.

HPD tracked it and found it in the trash can out front.

We figured Cynthia must have swiped it on her way out, so we pulled records and found an outgoing call to this guy. Fetu Kahele.

A known player with the local Samoan street gangs.

It appears that this is the guy that Cynthia and Greg were smuggling the diamonds to.

It makes sense, the Samoans would want diamonds.

It's a tax-free mobile currency.

All right, let's have HPD round up anybody they find affiliated with this g*ng.

If these guys are going after the diamonds, there's a good chance Cynthia's with them.

Hey, Eric Tenney's out of his coma.

Just in time to inform us that his partner Christian Hopkins is gonna sell those diamonds to one of their connections.

The meeting's in ten minutes in a parking structure in Chinatown, and I have the address.

Let's go.

Move, move, move! Yo, yo, get out of the way!

Look, I don't know who you are, but you can take the diamonds and the money.

Good idea. No, please! Aah!

Let's go.

I said, let's go.

You took something from me that I can't get back.

It's Five-O! sh**t 'em!

Hands! Hands! Right now!

Weapons down! Put it down!

Get on your knees! That's it, fellas. Nice and slow.

Hands on your head, interlock your fingers right now.

Now! Move!

Boss?

Copy.

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

Look at me. Cynthia.

Be smart, Cynthia.

Got to drop that w*apon, or we got to put you down. You know that.

Cynthia.

I'm putting my w*apon down.

Don't look at him. Look at me.

Okay?

I know that you just lost the most important person in your life, okay?

I understand the weight of that pain.

I do.

Cynthia, look at me.

If you k*ll this man, it's not gonna take that pain away.

Please put the w*apon down.

Please.

It's okay.

Just turn around for me, okay?

I got you.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I got you. Come on.

Watch your head.

You know, it's funny. If things went differently, we might still be running cons today.

But there was a wrinkle.

I fell in love. You could've gone to the police, tell them what really happened.

Honestly, the thought of implicating myself or doing time for my part in it, that didn't scare me.

No, it was the...

It was the thought of looking Tabitha in the eye and admitting what I had done.

So I held on to that damn snuffbox for all of these years, hoping that I would have the chance... and the courage to return it.

Yeah.

I-I-I know I caused you a lot of pain.

Truth is, you saved my life.

After what happened, I went straight. I never robbed anybody again.

I also... never loved another woman again.

Not like I loved you.

I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but... if you'd be willing to give me a chance, I'd-I'd like to try to gain it back.

As nice as, uh, half a million dollars would be, helping Uncle Oscar get a sh*t at a second chance, it's... it's priceless, isn't it?

Have to agree with you on that.

And who knows? If things go well enough with Tabitha, maybe he won't have to move in with me.

What?

You guys are always telling me to be honest.

Yeah. You're right. Honesty's good. It's good.

Feel like honesty could have saved those two a lot of heartbreak.

Hey, you know, getting past those hurdles is what helps you get through the, uh... the relay?

No. What... What race has hurdles?

It's called the hurdles.

Ah. Aptly named.

What's going on?

Since when did you start locking the front door?

Uh, since McGarrett came home to find this guy on our couch, drinking our coffee, making out with our dog. Hey.

Eddie definitely made the first move.

Hmm. Well, I got some good news, Joon. We weren't the only ones who closed a case today.

These two, apparently, have just solved a 40-plus-year-old m*rder and busted an armed senior citizen. How about that?

Congrats. Congrats.

McGarrett's gonna be out soon.

Anyone up for a beer? Oh, not for me. But I would like a glass of that Central Coast chardonnay that I saw languishing in the fridge this morning.

All right. Chardonnay for the man. Oh, no.

I-I can get it. I-I know where you keep the stemware.

Cap?

No, I'm good, I'm...

Yeah, um, I think I'll have some wine.

Can we go somewhere to talk?

My reaction this morning.

It was... Not about breakfast?

It was not, no.

I know I-I don't talk about this a lot, but, you know, my-my mom left us when, when I was really young, and, uh, I think it...

I think it really screwed me up back then, and... it still does.

Any time someone's good to me, any time I start to like someone, like... like, really like them, I g-get this fear that I'm gonna lose them because I don't deserve them.

And so I self-sabotage, because if someone's gonna leave you, then it's better to be the one that ends it, right?

And that's why my problem is you.

Because you're so good and you're so kind and you're so lovely to me that every... frightened and insecure bone in my body just... just wants to blow it up before you do.

Look at me. Hey. Look at me.

I'm not going anywhere.

I could totally start being meaner if that's what you want.

You couldn't if you tried.

Mmm.

It's quite puckery with a sexy nose of, uh, oak and molasses.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's funny.

I-I'm only getting a whole lot of BS.

The problem is, you're not tasting it right.

You have to take in the aroma, then tilt your head back, swirl it around in your mouth to excite the taste buds.

Am I interrupting something?

Good. Beer.

Thank you. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. You got it, buddy.

There you go.

So, I just got off the phone with Interpol.

Cynthia is cooperating.

Mmm! They seem optimistic that with her help, they'll be able to shut down the diamond smuggling operation.

Well, I'll drink to that.

With a beer.

Hey, where is everyone?

Yeah, that's a good question.

When he was five years old, I asked my son Steve what he wanted to be when he grew up.

"I want to be a cop, Dad, like you."

I told him to... be anything but that.

The life of a cop is... is not easy.

It's not that I'm not proud of the work that I did, but more than anything, I have, uh...

I have regrets.

It's McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett. My name is Michael Claypool.

I'm a barrister here in London, and at my client's instruction, I've been tasked with hand-delivering a package to you.

If it works for you, I can be in Honolulu in two days' time.

I'm-I'm sorry, who's your client?

Doris McGarrett.

There must be some mistake.

My mother, she d*ed, uh, months ago now.

Her estate's all been settled, so, uh...

This is a separate matter.

And your mother's instructions were very clear.

Upon her death, I was to wait a period of four months before contacting you.

This package, what is it?

I'm sorry. I don't know.

I'm just following the instructions I was given.