All language subtitles for Hawaii Five 0 s10e10_English

Previously onHawaii Five-O...

After my first marriage ended,
told myself

I would never get involved
with someone

with yakuza ties again.

Tamiko, you can
get free of it.

Look at me. I did.

MASUDA:
You can fool others

by carrying
that badge, but...

you can only fool
yourself for so long.

One day, you will
accept who you are

and who you'll
always be.

♪

♪ Boy, tell me, can you take
my breath away? ♪

Hey. Do you mind
handing me

the conditioner right there
on the counter?

This one?

Yeah.

♪ 'Cause I'm feelin' so safe

Thank you.

♪ I'll be your baby...

TAMIKO:
Oops.

Okay, I see.

The old, uh, conditioner trick.[chuckles]

[chuckling]:
Very clever.

♪ On the same wave...

I really do have to, uh,

make it into work
at some point today.

You're not going anywhere
until you get my back.

So...

♪ I'm on the back,
I'm holdin' tight. ♪

[Tamiko gasps]

[grunting]

Adam! [screams]

[grunting]

Tamiko!

[intruder speaking Tagalog]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[both grunting]

[groans]

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song playing]

MAN [distorted]:
Mr. Noshimuri.

Get up.
[gasping]

Mr. Noshimuri, get up.

No, no. [grunts]
Tam-Tamiko.

Tamiko.

She-she was taken.
[panting]

I know.

D-Did you get a ransom call?

What do they want?

Is she okay?

Do you know who took her?

I killed one of them.

He may have
a-a phone, a wallet.

Something that could
help us find what...

Your help is not
needed here.

I think they're Filipino.

One of them said
something in Tagalog.

Let me rephrase.
Your help is not wanted.

Yeah, well-well,
like it or not, I'm involved.

And I have access

to resources even you don't.

The men who kidnapped
my daughter

were quite clear when
they contacted me.

Any involvement
by the authorities,

and Tamiko will be killed.

Then we'll leave Five-O
out of it.

You're not listening
to me, Mr. Noshimuri.

My men and I will
take care of this-- alone.

We're done.

Here.

Get dressed
and go home.

[vehicle pulls to a stop,
doors open and close]

GROVER:
Yes. Oh, thanks
so much, guys,

for coming to help.

I really appreciate it.

Listen, I promise you it's
gonna go by really quick

because we got
so many extra hands.

Happy to help.Especially when there's

a free meal
at the end of it.

Literally the only
reason I'm here.

Dinner's on me tonight,
but full disclosure,

you're gonna have
to earn those steaks,

because we're gonna
have to move everything

out of this place... today.

Okay, the good folks

that purchased my home
gave me a little extra time

to clean out the garage,
and, unfortunately,

time is running out.

I'm in an episode
of Hoarders.

Yeah. Uh, Cap, how...

how do you want to
attack this thing?

You want to do three piles?
You know, toss, keep, maybe?

Three... three piles?

What do you mean, three piles?

One pile.

One pile. This whole place
is just one big pile.

And we're gonna take this pile,
take it right out here,

and dump it in
these dumpsters right here.

You think I'm gonna pay
some idiot with a van

to bring some more of this dusty
stuff over to my new place?

TANI:
How should we do this?

Should we all make
our own trips,

or should we do it
assembly line style?

Oh, assembly line style
is right.

Let me tell you exactly
how it's gonna work, Junior.

You hand it to me,
I will hand it to you,

tiptoe over here,

and you just throw it
in the dumpster right there.

Okay. All right, people,
let's remember,

everything must go.

JUNIOR:
Hey, Cap.GROVER: Yeah.

GROVER:
Look, it's Samantha's old bike.

TANI:
I don't think you guys

are quite grasping
the assembly line concept.

This girl loved this bike
so much, she made me

ship it out here when we
moved here from Chicago.

Look at that. Let me see.

[bell rings]

She was so crazy
about this thing.

I still remember the day

we brought this bike home.[bell ringing]

Ooh. She rang
that stupid bell

from the bike shop
all the way home.

Well, memories are great,
aren't they?
Yeah.

You know why? Because they
don't take up any space.

Unlike that bike.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's right.

Samantha's a grown woman.

She ain't gonna ride
this bike anymore.

Hell, she probably doesn't
even realize it's still here.

Come on, let's get rid of it.

Just take...No. Don't-don't...
don't touch that.

Joons.You're sure, Cap?

TANI:
Joons.

Not helping.

You know, when I came back
from deployment,

my mom decided to throw out
my entire collection

of pro wrestling
action figures.
What?

Yeah. You know, she assumed
that I didn't want them.

And, well, did you?

You know, I just wish
I was consulted.

Put that bike down.

That's my daughter's bike.

I'm calling
Samantha tonight

and see if she still
wants to keep it.

Well, that's a great idea.Yeah.

Here's another.
Next time, leave Junior at home.

Bring his mom instead.[cell phone ringing]

[Grover chuckling]Officer Rey.

Yeah. Okay, we're on the way.

Well, it sounds like
we just caught a case.

Actually, we caught three.

All right, guys,
Duke Lukela said

we have three victims.

Is that correct?

That's right. All male.
All in their early 40s.

Oy. Prime of their lives.

Guys in their 40s
love saying that.

Okay, Tani, you're up.
Let's go.

Meet victim number one.

This is Pekelo Aukai.
He's the chef-owner

of one of the trendiest
new restaurants on the island.

Well, he was until this morning.

The general manager told me
that he came in early

to start prep
for tonight's dinner rush.

[yells]

The arson unit is saying
that his gas line

was tampered with.

That's one way
to get the job done.

Lou?

Victim number two's name
is Makaio Keahi.

Apparently, Mr. Keahi made
his ducats running a fleet

of charter fishing boats.

Must have been better
at steering those than his car.

[tires screeching]

Let me guess. Brakes failed?GROVER: Yep.

And they had help.

STEVE:
All right, that's two.

Junior, you're up.

Okay, so victim number three

is Jon Kalama,
successful photographer.

His wife said that
he came home from his run,

showered and went for
his usual morning swim.

CSU techs said that
it looks like

someone played around
with the pool light wiring.

The thing was a death trap.

Three homicides, all designed
to look like accidents.

Did CSU find
any prints,

foreign DNA
at any of the scenes?

None.
Same.

Nothing here.

Super.
So we are at square zero

with whoever set up these traps.

Well, if we can't connect
the killer

to any of these victims,
we need to see

if we can connect the victims
to each other, right?

JUNIOR: See, I was thinking
the same thing.

So, when I spoke to Jon's wife,
I showed her

photos of the two other victims,

and she said that she's never
seen or heard of them before.

Same with the boat man's
old lady.

TANI:
Pekelo's single,

but his business partner gave me
the same answers.

STEVE:
Well, let's get to work.

We need to find out
what connects a chef,

a boat captain
and a photographer.

Sounds like the setup
for a bad joke.

Yeah? Well, the joke's on us,

'cause we're the ones
that are gonna

have to solve a triple homicide.

You okay?

You're not your usual ray
of sunshine this morning.

Oh, no, I'm fine.

I just got some blood work
back from my doctor.

I guess my cholesterol's
getting up there,

and blah, blah, blah.
Oh.

Don't they have,
like, old-man drugs

for you to take for that?Yeah, they do.

This guy's telling me I got to
change my whole diet now.

Like, no rich foods.

He says I can't eat steak.

Oh, no. I mean, what else
are you gonna eat?

Oh, oh, I see what you did.
That's a caveman joke, right?

Yeah, that's funny.
Good job.

I see what you did there.[cell phone ringing]

Hey, Adam, what's up?

Hey, Steve, listen,
I don't, uh...

I don't think I'm gonna
make it in today.

You okay?

Yeah, I just, uh...

I came down with
a bug or something.

All right, well, rest up.

I mean, there's nothing going on
here that we can't handle.

Let us know if you
need anything, all right?

Thanks. Will do.

All right, pal.

Junior, how we doing
connecting these victims?

Uh, yeah, well, I checked
their cell records,

and three nights ago, um,
Jon, our photographer,

placed a call
to the other two vics.

Oh, well, there you go.
We have them connected.

Yeah, but the strange thing
is, there's no history

of them ever calling
each other before that.

And I cross-checked
their phone records

as far back as I could--
we're talking about years here--

and there's still nothing.That is weird.

How long did the calls last for?

Uh, just a couple of minutes.

Uh, long enough
to set up a meet.

Because that same night
the calls were made,

Jon's credit card
showed up a charge

at a dive bar
in Waipahu.

I sent the bartender
a photo of our vics,

and he confirms
that the three of them

sat at a table
for a few rounds.

Okay. Hey, guys, what's up?

So, we have
established

that our victims
knew each other.

We do not know how or why

somebody would want
to kill them.
Yeah.

But we got ourselves
a suspect.

At least for one
of the victims.

TANI: Seems that
Makaio Keahi's

boat business was struggling.

In fact, he had
just filed a lawsuit

against his main competitor,
Brian DiSalva.

DiSalva recently
upgraded his fleet,

and ever since then, Makaio's
numbers have plummeted.

I didn't know you could
sue someone for that.Oh, this is America.

I could sue Lou here
for wearing that shirt.

Yeah, you could, but
even if a judge had

absolutely no fashion sense,
he'd just toss the case.

Well, it sounds like
Makaio's case was

just as ridiculous.
I spoke to the arbitrator

who was trying
to close the case.

She says that Makaio
allegedly sent over

a bunch of thugs over to
one of DiSalva's boats

to try to sabotage it.
And, apparently, last week,

DiSalva said he's
threatening to retaliate.

I guess we need to talk
to Mr. DiSalva.

If I'm being honest,

doesn't surprise me
someone killed Makaio.

That dude had a unique ability
to get under your skin.

Sure was making
my life miserable.

GROVER:
Do you suppose
that this man

realizes that he just

gave us a motive

for him to commit mur...

You really ain't
too bright, are you?

I mean, first, you start
off by threatening the guy

in front of an arbitrator.
That's right.

We-we know all about that.

Who do you think
you're talking to?[scoffs]

I said that I would break
a-a stern light, maybe,

not kill the guy.

Look, genius,

Makaio's wife said that
he drove his car back

from the docks last night
without incident,

meaning that his brake line
was tampered with before dawn.

GROVER:
So, where were you

between the hours of
11:00 p.m. last night

and 6:30 a.m. on
this fine morning?

I was with my girlfriend
at the movies,

and then we came back
to my place and went to sleep.

All right, then, Casanova.

We're gonna go check
your story out.

But it's gonna be
a while, so...

enjoy your surroundings.

This is perfect, really.

Makaio's dead,
and he's still messing with me.

You know what the worst part is?

I gave him a job
when he was struggling.

You'd think that would count
for something.

Hold on.

Makaio used to work for you?

About ten years ago, yeah.

He was in bad shape then--
living in his car,

stringing together random jobs.

I let him sleep on my boat,
work it off as a deckhand.

He was grateful till he wasn't.

And what changed?

He came into money.

A lot, as far as
I could tell.

Next thing I know,
he's bought his own boat,

and he's working
as my competition.

I don't suppose you have
any idea where that windfall

came from, do you?I asked him.

More than once.
He never gave a straight answer.

Did a deep dive into the
financial history of our vics.

Makaio wasn't the only one
to come into a pile of money

ten years ago,
because at the same time, Jon

put a down payment
on a condo.

I spoke to Pekelo's
business partner.

She said that he opened
his first restaurant--

you guessed it-- ten years ago.

They all got some kind
of payday at the same time.

GROVER:
Yeah, but you wouldn't know it
by their bank accounts.

According to
some old bank statements,

all of them had nearly nothing
in their accounts.

Which means that their big score
likely came in the form of cash.

They had to have got that
cash illegally, right?

Well, seems to me like whatever
they were involved in back then

finally caught up with them.

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

We got to figure out
where the cash came from.

Hey. Was surprised to
get your call, man.

It's been a while.Yeah.

I need some information, Bodhi.

[exhales, clears throat]

Inflation.

What do you know
about Filipino gang activity?

Particularly anyone
who's got beef with the yakuza.

Hey, man, you got a light?

You got any intel,
or am I taking my money back?

All right. They call themselves
the Pinoy Playas. Okay?

They just showed up on the
island a few months ago

looking to get a piece
of the fentanyl trade.

Which the yakuza has locked up.

Right. Me, I'm a free
market kind of guy.

You know, competition's healthy.

But yakuza, they don't
see it that way.

Two weeks ago, a warehouse
full of Pinoy product

just went up in
flames, and...

the word on the street is
Masuda's guys lit the match.

Where do I find them?

Who, the Pinoy Playas?

Yeah.[chuckles]
Uh-uh.

All right, what's it
gonna take, Bodhi?

Hey, listen, man.
I can't spend

your money if I'm dead, right?

But trust me,

these aren't the guys
you want to tangle with.

Right now I'd worry
about tangling with me.

Talk, or I promise you

that when I find these guys--

and believe me,
I will find them--

I'll tell 'em you sent me.

[straining]:
There's a bar...

on Eluwene.

♪

[exhales]

[groaning]

Anyone want to take me out,
this guy goes with me.

Put the guns down, guys.
Guns down.

ADAM:
Wallets, phones, cash on
the table in front of you.

Come on!

Hurry up.

You.

Put it all in there.

Now. All right,
come on, come on.

Hurry up!

Fill it up.
All that cash. Come on.

That's good.
Hurry up.

Hand it over.

Get up.
You're coming with me.

Move!

Let's go.

You're gonna die for this.

[grunts]

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

[gunfire]

So, yeah, we got an
update on our victims

and what they were
up to ten years ago.

We know that Makaio worked
for DiSalva as a deckhand.

Also, he picked up
other odd jobs:

janitorial work, construction,
whatever he could get.

JUNIOR:
And our chef, Pekelo,

worked as a busboy
for different places,

and Jon got by parking cars
for various valet companies.

So no indication
of criminal activity.

As far as we know,
their day-to-day lives

were pretty normal.

Well, the only thing
even remotely connected

to anything criminal
then and now

is Jon's apparent interest
in prisoner advocacy.

Huh.So, over the last couple years,
he's put a lot of money

into a local group called
the Innocent Walk Foundation.Oh, wait.

I've heard of them. They're
like the Innocence Project.

Right?Yes. And I spoke

to the head of the organization.

He told me that Jon

specified that he wanted
all of his donations

to go to a specific case,
that of a Roger Maliah,

who's currently at
Halawa serving life

for the murder of an
investment banker.

Okay. Did Jon's boss
say anything

about why Jon was so
interested in this case?

He didn't, but I will say

that the murder happened
ten years ago.

Same time these guys
got their money.

All right.
Let's reach out to Halawa,

see if we can get some face time
with Roger Maliah.

What you got there?

Is that one of
those malasadas

Junior brought in today?Yep.

Two of them, actually.

Oh, give me one of
those. I'm starving.What?

No, no way.
Not with your new diet.

Mm-mm.My new diet?

Yeah.Doctor didn't say
anything about malasadas.

He said no red meat.

Give me a doughnut.I am pretty sure

that a rich, buttery pastry
filled with creamy,

sinfully delicious custard

is not part
of your new diet.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Yeah.

This might be the best...

Mm, no. It is the best
malasada I've ever had.

Mm!

You're just gonna sit there, eat
that thing right in front of me,

huh?Mm-hmm. I am.

'Cause the way I see it,

it's good practice.
You know? 'Cause people are

gonna be eating this stuff
around you all the time.

I'm starting
to get that feeling.I'm gonna have to talk

to Junior about bringing this in
every single day.

Give me that doughnut.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Don't touch the doughnut.

STEVE:
Just give me the doughnut!

QUINN:
Just drive. Drive. [horn honks]

[knocking]

Tell Masuda I'm here.

He doesn't want to see you.

Hey!Masuda!

Masuda!MASUDA:
Hey!

What are you doing here?

[grunts]

ADAM:
He's with the Filipinos

who took Tamiko.

He'll know where
they're keeping her.

Take him in the back.

I thought I made
myself clear.

You were not to get involved!

I was careful.

They have no idea this has
anything to do with you.

And if they figure it out? Huh?

What then?

Your actions have placed
my daughter in great danger

when I have already
arranged for her return.

What are you talking about?

When?

Tonight.

They guaranteed they will
release her unharmed.

And you believe them?

Yes.

With respect, Masuda-san,

Tamiko was innocent
in all this.

That didn't stop them
from taking her,

from nearly killing me.
These are not honorable men.

How can you take them
at their word?Because...

Because I'm giving them
exactly what they want.

ADAM:
Sakazuki ceremony.

You're transferring power?

I am.

You met Kenji Higashi,

my wakagashira.

So the ransom...

it's your life for hers.

A small price
for Tamiko's return.

No. Small price?

Masuda-san, there
must be another way.

This way poses the least risk.

It's a father's sacrifice.

One I'm ready to make.

Mr. Higashi...

shall we proceed?

[lock buzzes, door opens]

QUINN:
Do you know this man?

We need your help, Mr. Maliah.

You need my help?

Where have you been
the last ten years

when I needed help
getting out of here?

QUINN:
Yeah, we get it.

You don't trust the
cops or the system.

But this man... he's been
in your corner for years.

I've never seen
that guy before in my life.

What's this about?

You heard of
the Innocent Walk Foundation?

This guy's name is Jon Kalama.

He's been
privately bankrolling

an effort to get you
out of this place.

And this morning,
he was murdered.

I don't understand.

Mr. Maliah, the man you
were convicted of killing,

Cameron Winston--
you worked for him?

I did landscaping for him.

And when he stiffed me
on a payment,

I admit we got into it.

Things got physical.

I put my hands on him.

But you didn't kill him.

No. Someone did, though.

That same night
in the same room we argued in.

I mean, your DNA, your prints
were all over that crime scene.

You know that, right?Yes, they were.

But since he was holding
some fancy party that night,

meaning dressed up
rich people only,

there was no way
I could've moved in and out

without nobody seeing me,
which nobody did.

Because you weren't there?

No, ma'am, I was not.

That's the truth,

which don't matter unless
the right people believe it.

But the clocks ran out,
so now they never will.

What? What are you
talking about?

My final appeal was denied.

Just came down last week.

So I'm in here
for the long haul.

The toughest part
is knowing I'll never get

to see my little girl again.

Miss that little kid
like crazy, though.

I'd write her a letter if
I knew where they were living.

The fact that
she's out there,

growing up...

...and I'm gonna miss
her whole life.

It's torture, bro!

I don't get a guilty read
off that guy.

I mean, after all these years,
denying it as loud as though he

just got cuffed.
In my experience,

people like that are either

innocent or delusional,

and he does not seem
like a crazy person to me.

Let's assume Maliah
is telling the truth.

Maybe that's
why Jon Kalama

was supporting
his appeals process.

Because he knows
the guy didn't do it.

How do you figure?

I don't know.
Maybe Jon did it himself.

Maybe he's the killer
or he knows who did it.[phone ringing]

Yeah, Lou, what's up?
You got me and Quinn.

And we got news.

Pulled that file from the murder

of that banker
from ten years ago.

Guess who HPD interviewed
right at the scene.

Please tell me it was
one of our victims.

Try all three.

They were all working various
kinds of service jobs that night

at some swanky fundraiser.

Pekelo was a busboy,
Jon was working valet,

and Makaio was tending bar.

They were all suspects
at the time?

No, actually,
forensics cleared them.

The only reason
they were even in the file is

because they all
made statements.

And each one of them told
the cops, "Didn't see a thing."

Yeah, they could've
lied to the cops.

I mean, maybe they all
witnessed the murder.

Yeah, if the killer was
a high-society, rich,

two-hour-lunch-on-Tuesday type,
it's not hard to believe

they would pay
big bucks for silence.

All right, I can see that.
I mean, that would

explain where all
that cash came from.

Question is:
Why kill them now?

We just found out that
Roger Maliah's final

appeal process was denied.

Now, Jon was bankrolling
those appeals.

I mean, what if
that is the thing

that tipped him over the edge?

What if that was
the final piece?

The guilt got too much,
you know?

So Jon reached out to the others

with that phone call
three days ago.

He said it was time
to come clean

and name the real guilty party.

Maybe.

Look, if I was the killer
and I found out about that plan,

those would be the three voices
I'd want to silence.

We need to find out who
did this murder and fast.

Because the way it looks now,

they just killed
three more people.

[knocking]

Detective Belden, come in.

Wanted to run this by you
before it goes wide.

A card game
in Kalihi

was just stuck up
by a gunman in a mask.

Nearby pedestrians
called in the gunshots.

The robbery victims
are a bunch of hard cases

who didn't feel like talking,

but a sweep of the bar
where it happened

turned up this.

One of them said
the gunman tangled

with their muscle
and that the watch

came off his wrist
during the fight.

Seems like some kind of a...
inscription on the back.

CSU take a look yet?Yeah.

They pulled a print
and got a hit that was...

Well, let's just say
it made me sit up straight.

♪

MASUDA:
How long until we arrive?

Ten minutes.

[cell phone buzzing]

FEMALE VOICE: You have reached
the voice mailbox of...

ADAM:
Adam Noshimuri.

I need you to listen to me
very carefully.

If you get her back...

When.

When.

[chuckles softly]

When you get her back,

you must promise me
that you'll protect her.

Masuda-san...

you don't need to worry.

STEVE:
Thanks very much

for coming by,
Ms. Keilana.

We're, uh,
gonna try not

to take too much
of your time.

Time is no issue, dear.

I'm happy
to help.

Great, then let's
start with this.

Have you seen
these men before?

No. I'm sorry.

You sure?

Because they were all
working service jobs

at a fundraiser ten years ago.

A fundraiser you attended.

[laughs]
I'm sorry.

You expect me
to remember the waitstaff

at an event
I attended a decade ago?

STEVE: Well, we were kind
of hoping you would try,

considering...

these three men were murdered

this morning.

And when we cross-referenced
their names against

every other name
on the guest list

to that event, there was
only one connection,

and that was you.

QUINN: Three nights
ago, Makaio Keahi

took a rideshare to your home.

You want to tell us why?

I really couldn't say.

Maybe he went
to the wrong address

before realizing his mistake.

QUINN:
Hmm.

Light wringing of the hands,

involuntary muscle tonus,
dilating pupils.

Before Five-O,
I was Army CID.

Had a lot of experience
administering polygraphs.

And they are very
unreliable, by the way.

You know what isn't?
Human behavior.

Most subjects who are lying
just give one tell,

and you gave us three.

STEVE: Here's what
I think happened.

I think Makaio went
to your house to talk to you

about the party ten years ago
and what happened there.

And the fact that
those three men

witnessed Cameron
Winston's murder

and had their silence
bought and paid for

by a killer
with deep pockets.

Yeah.
That would be you.

See, three nights ago, Makaio
met up with the other two guys.

Seemed one of them developed
a guilty conscience

and was planning on coming clean
and naming the person

who really murdered Winston
at that fundraiser.

That's what Makaio went
to talk to you about, right?

And he was
hoping you would

handle it, which you did.

But not in a way
he was expecting.

You had him and the other
two men killed.

That's crazy.

It also doesn't
make any sense.

For one thing, Cameron Winston
was a dear friend of mine.

He was also
your stockbroker, right?

According to SEC
filings, that man

took a wrong turn in
a short sale for you,

which cost you
$5 million.

That was the day
before that fundraiser.

So, that night, you waited
until the guests left,

and then you bashed
Mr. Winston's head in.

Only trouble is
there were still

three staff members around
wrapping things up.

STEVE: Then maybe
they saw you do it,

or maybe they could just place
you at the scene of the crime.

But either way, we figure you,
uh, thought the best option

would be to pay these guys
to keep their mouths shut.

These working-class guys
with service jobs,

how can they say no
to that kind of money?

I'm no lawyer,

but this sounds
very circumstantial.

Do you have any actual evidence?

Evidence that you killed
Cameron Winston?

No, we don't, but as far as
these other three guys go,

that's kind of a different
story, because you are not

the type of woman that's
gonna get your hands dirty

killing people yourself.

See, I'm sure you're

a very,
very capable woman--

experienced
at planning big parties,

throwing fancy soirees.

But hiring
a contract killer?

That's a different
skillset.

Which is why we've subpoenaed
your bank records,

phone logs,
text transcripts.

We're going through them
right now.

So you better be pretty damn
sure that there is no trace

of any contact--
any at all--

between you and whoever
killed those men.

Because if there is,
we're gonna find it.

Okay, we're gonna find it,
we're gonna find them,

we're gonna bring them in here,
and they're gonna roll on you.

Because that's what happens--
I've seen it a thousand times.

Unless you give us
a name right here,

right now.

[crickets chirping]

♪

[sobbing]

Five steps out,
then stop.

Both of you, walk.

Now.

Papa.

Tamiko. Tamiko.

Keep moving!

Ready...

and...

[over comm]:
Go.

[grunting and groaning]

[speaking Tagalog]

Or we kill you both.

When I say, drop to the ground.

Move!

KENJI: Ready.Now!

[shouts in Tagalog]

Tamiko.

Tamiko.
Adam?

[sobbing]: Adam. Adam. Adam.Hey. Hey. Hey.

I got you. I got you.

I'm right here.
I'm right here.

Are you hit?
Are you hit?

I don't think so.Is that your blood?

Masuda. Masuda.

Daddy? Daddy?

[coughing]
Oh, no, no!

No, no! Dad...

[sobbing, speaking Japanese]

I need you to stay.

[crying]:
I need you to stay.

[coughs]

[speaking Japanese]

Daddy.

Take a left at Anonui.

No, we're going to
King's Hospital.

No, we take him to our guy.

He doesn't need some
shady mob doctor.

He needs surgeons,
plural.

A real hospital.

This isn't your call to make.

Turn left here!

Hey!

[gun clicking]

That wasn't a suggestion.

MASUDA [weakly]:
Tamiko...

Daddy?

Daddy?

[sniffles]
Daddy, no.

No, Daddy.
Please, please, please.

[sobbing]:
Daddy, please, please, oh...

Daddy, no.
[sniffles]

[sobbing]:
No.

[Tamiko sobbing loudly]

Daddy, no,
please, no...

[Tamiko's sobbing fades]

♪

[lock buzzes, door opens]

We come bearing
gifts, Roger.

We found your daughter.

She's in sixth grade,

in Punaloa Elementary,

living in a one-bedroom
in Manoa with her mom.

[crying]

Thank you.

Now I can...
I can write to her.

[laughs]
STEVE:
Yeah, you can.

In fact...

we think you can
probably, uh,

deliver that letter
to her in person.

We have Cameron Winston's killer

in custody.

His real killer.

Congratulations,
Mr. Maliah.

You're about to
be a free man.

[crying]

[laughing]

♪

GROVER:
Get out.

Captain of the softball team?

Well, that's great.

That's great.
Well, you know what

I'm gonna have to start
calling you now, right?

Captain Grover.

[laughs]

Uh-uh. You walked
right into that.

And that's... that's right,
the bad jokes will never stop

as long as I am your dad.

Hi. Oh.All right.

Well, I love you more,
sweetheart.

All right, bye, little mama.

Well, judging
by all the I-love-you's,

either that was your daughter
or they've extended happy hour.

Yeah, that was Samantha,
all right.

The little girl...

103 pounds of bossing me around,

and she's been having me wrapped
around her finger...

her whole life.

JUNIOR:
Hey, uh, Cap,

you ask her
about keeping that bike?

Yeah. She said she'd think
about it, you know.

But she did thank me
for checking,

so...

All right, as promised,
uh, dinner's on me.

Yes!

Oh, my God.

JUNIOR:
Heck yeah.Oh!

Could literally eat everything
on this menu.

See, when you say
"literally," I, uh...

Oh, you don't think I could?No, I don't think
you could do it.

Is that a challenge?That is a challenge.

Challenge accepted.Okay, bring it on.

Cap, what do you think?

Cap, you good?

Lou, I'm not actually
gonna order the entire menu.

No. It's got nothing to do
with that, but thank you.

That's a relief.

Um... no, I was just
kind of drifting off,

thinking about my kids.

Samantha's been gone

for three years now.

And Will's gone, too.

You miss 'em.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss 'em.

But it's more than that,
you know.

You hear all about being
an empty nester

and all the perks
that go along with it,

and trust me,
there are some perks,

but...

there's pitfalls, too.

And, um, the one pitfall
nobody ever talks about

is...

how do you deal with the feeling

of not being needed anymore?

Lou, Will and Samantha
are always gonna need you.

Yeah, but it's not the same.

You know, over all these years,

I-I've been everything
to those kids,

from chef to chauffeur

to the... ATM machine,

and Lord knows, plenty of that.

I have been their first
and last line of defense against

this cold,
cruel world

for more than 20 years,
and now...

now the world is free to throw
whatever it wants at them,

and there's nothing
I can do about it.

I mean, you'll always be
their father, Cap.

That's never
gonna change.

Yeah.

You'll always be their ATM, too.

Thank you so much.

You know, that-that's
what I needed to hear.

That... uh,
I feel better.

I feel better now.

You know what? I am gonna
keep Samantha's bike.

Nice.

And half of the
other crap they left

lying around my house.[sighs]

Makes me feel good to know
that I can still protect

something about their lives,

even if it's just
their childhood memories.

And that is a damn sight
better than nothing.

Of course.

It's all your fault.

Yeah, no. I know it's my fault.

And I'm happy. Look.

Look at him.
He's happy.

GROVER:
All right, now,
let's eat.

[door opens]

Hey, listen,
I'm gonna go get

a bag of your things
from the apartment, okay?

You're leaving?It's all right.

I'll be right back.

Okay? You're in good hands.

Try to rest.

Hey.

Why don't you take a walk?

He's not yours to command.

No. He's very much yours now.

You know, something's
been bugging me.

Ever since the car,

when you flashed your gun.

We don't do hospitals.

Discretion. It's the yakuza way.

No, I know all about
the way, thank you.

I also know that,
at the end of this mess,

I'm looking at the one person
who came out on top.

Are you suggesting
I was somehow involved

with Masuda-san's death?

Oh. Not a suggestion.

Got to say, I admire the stones.

That's not a denial.

Your crackpot theory
doesn't rate one.

Oh, no?

Because it all
checks out to me.

There's no way
your trusted mob doctor

would test the slugs
that killed the boss.

But King's Hospital?
That means a proper autopsy.

And what do you think
they would've found, huh?

I don't know.

Maybe, just maybe those slugs
would've matched to your gun.

Next, you're
gonna tell me

I coordinated Tamiko's
kidnapping with the Filipinos.

Did you?

That is what
got Masuda

to hand you
the keys to the yakuza.

Pretty convenient
for you

that the only people who could
confirm this are now dead.

It's late. I know you have
an errand to run for Tamiko.

Why don't we finish our business
before you leave?

ADAM:
Kenji. Wait, wait.

You don't have to do this.

You abducted this man,

brought him here,

traded off with me as we beat
the information out of him.

I believe it was your enthusiasm

that got him to reveal
the details of the drop.

And now you've grown
a conscience?

I'm not saying
what I did can be excused,

but I did it for a reason.

To bring Tamiko home.

But this, Kenji, this,

this is
cold-blooded murder.

There's no purpose to it.

Staying out of prison
is the purpose.

What do you
expect me to do?

Let you turn him over
to the authorities?

I won't let this man

and the stories that he can tell
cause trouble for me.

And the same
goes for you.

I will make sure the authorities
find out about your role

in everything
that took place tonight.

And your career with Five-O
will be over.

Are we clear?

Kenji, don't.
Don't, don't, don't!

No!

[phone ringing]

Uh...

Hey, Steve.

Hey, Adam,
how you feeling, pal? Better?

Yeah, much better. Thank you.

Uh, I'll see you first thing
tomorrow morning.

If you're up for it,
I'd actually like

to see you at HQ now.

Right now?

Yeah. That work for you?

Yeah.

I'm on my way.

[phone beeps]

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