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Whoo-wee.

You sure got all of that one.

Thanks. You have a great
day today, Captain Grover.

You know I will. Good to meet you.

Mr. Grover, sir.

Yeah.

If I could make a suggestion...

I haven't even swung a club yet.
You're already making suggestions?

It's just,

you may not want to tell
everyone you're law enforcement.

This club,

- it can be a little...
- Eh, say no more, Pakele.

I get it. Blue-collar guy
on a cop's salary like myself

doesn't exactly fit in with
the ritzy, glitzy profile

of most of your membership here.

Yeah, I already got that memo
in the form of my application

being stuck on the bottom
of a pile for years.

Driver, please.

- Captain Grover.
- Oh, what the hell?

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

My name is Zev Shaham.

I am the head of
security here at the club.

Wait just a minute. Before you start

asking for membership cards and such,

you ought to know that my
wife won this round for me

fair and square by bidding
on it at an auction.

Of course. And we're very
pleased to have you here, sir.

In fact, there is a matter
I need your assistance with.

Well, can it wait, say, 18 holes?

I'm sorry, Captain, it cannot.

Yeah, he's dead, all right.

Have you called HPD?

I was about to do so, sir,
when we were made aware

that you were on the premises.

Management thought it
would be more prudent

to seek your assistance.

Oh, did they, now?
Since we don't yet know

if it's an accident or some
kind of equipment malfunction,

management is hoping this can be handled

with the appropriate level
of discretion and sensitivity.

As I'm sure you can appreciate,

the club has a reputation to protect.

Oh, I'm as discrete and
sensitive as the next guy,

but not for nothing, you do have

a dead body in your cryo-chamber.

Okay.

Tell me something,

do you know if anybody entered this room

while this gentleman was
receiving his treatment?

Not that I am aware of.

And for obvious reasons,
we can't have cameras here,

so there's no way to check.

- Why do you ask?
- Come here.

You see these dents

on the inside of the door?

This guy was trying to bang
his way out of this thing.

And these bruises

all over his hands tell the same story.

Maybe the locking
mechanism malfunctioned,

trapping him inside.

Doubtful.

Look at these handles on
the outside of the door.

They both have indentations.

Someone barred the door shut.

I got some bad news for you, buddy.

This gentleman here was murdered.

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If you, if you keep doing
this, you're gonna get, uh,

you're gonna get more wrinkles.

You're a dermatologist now?

- Well, I'm just saying...
- Well, zip it.

You... Just saying,

maybe lighten up a little bit.

Okay. Don't tell me to lighten up.

- Okay.
- All right?

Where is this lady? Is she coming,

uh, this week or wh... How
long are we gonna sit here?

Have you heard anything
about, uh, Mrs. Wo Fat?

I, uh, reached out to Interpol.

There were no hits on any
of Daiyu Mei's aliases,

but I can't say I'm
surprised she's laying low

after what went down.

- You know?
- Okay, well, hmm.

Haven't heard back from Adam?

- Nope.
- No.

- Left him messages.
- Yeah, I left him messages, too.

I'm gonna keep leaving him
messages until he calls me back.

Yeah, well, assuming that happens,

he's got a lot of explaining to do.

- Hi.
- Good morning, Mr. Williams.

Hi. I am sorry to keep you waiting.

- It's okay.
- Uh, are we expecting Charlie's mother?

Uh, no, no. She's not
coming today, unfortunately.

I am here, though.

I'm Steve McGarrett.
I'm his, uh, his partner.

We work together.

I see. Uh, typically, these meetings

are only open to family.

He's family. He's, uh,
basically Charlie's uncle.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

I'm also, uh,

his emotional support friend.

- Okay, then.
- Okay.

So, I called this meeting

- because...
- Yeah, no, I know, I know. Um...

Another kid punched,
uh, Charlie, so, uh,

I guess the-the question is,
what-what are you guys, uh,

- what are you gonna do?
- Yes.

That is the question.

And if this were an isolated incident,

I'd be giving you a
very different answer.

So it's not... What do you
mean, an isolated incident?

- This has happened before? What?
- When the teacher spoke with Charlie

after today's altercation, he admitted

that he and Blake have had friction

- for quite some time.
- What kind of friction?

- Steve.
- Sorry.

What kind of friction?

Blake's been engaging in all
the typical bullying behaviors.

Uh, intimidation, name-calling.

And recently, he started
taking Charlie's things.

His calculator, his Nintendo Switch.

His Nintendo Switch. Yeah,
he told me that he lost that.

I don't know why he'd lie to me.

Don't feel bad.

Kids are often afraid to come
forward about being bullied.

But the school takes
this issue very seriously.

Okay, great. So what... again,
what's the school gonna do?

Well, we've found the
only cure is conversation.

Between both kids and
both sets of parents.

So are the... Blake's
parents, they coming in, or... ?

I got a call just before I came in.

And, unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Tatum

will not be able to make it in today.

So, then what are we doing here?

I mean, if they're not gonna show up,

how are we gonna have a-a conversation?

Okay. Uh, look...

- Wait, hold on.
- No, no, no. It's fine.

Um, I appreciate, um,

you calling me in, but I-I will, um,

I'll handle it from here.

- Okay? Come on. Let's go.
- Yep.

- Okay. And thank you. Uh...
- Oh.

This was, uh, very productive.

- Was it?
- Not really.

Thank you.

You have one new voice-mail message.

Hey, uh, sorry I'm calling so early.

I'm sure you're still asleep, but, uh...

I just got called up for reserve duty.

I'm on my way to Dillingham,
so by the time you get this,

I'll be wheels up.

I don't know how long I'll be gone,

and I'm not allowed to get
in contact while I'm away,

but I'll call you as soon as I can.

And, um, Tani, I'm looking forward
to picking up from where we left off.

Hello?

Officer Tani Rey, good morning.

Is it?

Because I'm at work and nobody's here.

Well, that's because Steve

had to help Danny with something

and Quinn has got a deposition in court,

and I'm sure you heard about

Junior getting called up, right?

Uh, yeah, I did.

- And where are you?
- Well, I'm at the Ali'i Aina golf club.

How lovely.

Well, it ain't that lovely.
I managed to catch myself

a homicide while I've been here.

Really? Okay, well, in that
case, give me the address.

Well, um, we kind of got this.

I'm getting helped out by
the head of security here,

and we're, uh, trying to
keep a light footprint.

A light footprint?

Yeah, I get it. You're trying
not to upset the guests?

Something like that, yeah.

Wait a sec. Is this the same

fancy-pants golf club that
you've been trying to get into

for, like, ever?

What the hell's that
got to do with anything?

I'm just saying.

Well, instead of just
saying, why don't you get

to just doing and make yourself useful?

Can you run financials and,
uh, phone records on our Vic?

All righty, then. Okay, who is this guy?

His name is Chuck
Tsao. He's 44 years old.

Been a member here at
this club since 2009.

- On it.
- Great. Keep me posted.

Dr. No. What you got for me?

Well, it appears Mr.
Tsao arrived at 8:15 a.m.

for his regular cryotherapy session.

His killer barred the door shut
and then maxed out the timer.

As a result, Mr. Tsao was subjected

to a negative-200-degree chilling blast

of evaporating liquid
nitrogen for over ten minutes.

Ooh. Minus 200?

Damn, that's cold.

Yeah. And excruciating.

At extreme temperatures like that,

things go from bad to
worse with remarkable speed.

Well, I have to get Mr. Tsao

back to the lab, but
it's going to be hours

before he thaws out
enough for an autopsy.

All right. Well, thanks for your help.

And, uh, do me a favor, just
take the service entrance.

We don't want to scare the members.

Right. Got it. Let's go.

Captain Grover.

As requested, here is the sign-in sheet

from the front desk.

According to our system, 167 members

were on the premises at
the time of the murder.

167... well, we got a suspect pool.

It's an Olympic-sized
suspect pool, but...

And a lot of VIPs on that list.

We need to tread carefully,
not to step on anyone's toes.

167 people?

That's a hell of a lot of toes to avoid.

Let's get to work.

_

Ariko.

It's good to see you.

Thank you for meeting me.

I expected to see your recent problems

weighing heavily on you, but...

you look as handsome as always.

So, you heard what happened?

That Kenji now has what
was once Masuda-san's?

Yes.

Look, I need a favor.

You still have the ear of important men?

Ears...

and other things.

I need a sit-down with the
kumicho of the Tokyo syndicate.

I cannot help you with that.

You can't or you won't?

What you ask is not
within my power to promise.

I've come a long way, okay?

And I am sorry for your wasted journey,

but the boss will never
agree to sit down with someone

who carries a law enforcement badge.

I don't have that badge anymore.

I gave it up.

Because you quit?

Or because you want
people to think you did?

I'm through with that life.

And that's the truth.

But if you need another reason...

tell the kumicho to see me
out of respect for my father.

I can ask.

But that is all.

That is all I need.

Thank you, Ariko.

Oh, and, Adam...

Be careful where you walk
while you are in Tokyo.

Kenji has many loyal men here.

Okay, what do we got here?

A wallet.

A phone.

Locked. No surprise there.

Oh.

What is this?

Oh.

Hello.

- Well...
- Ooh.

That's quite a wad of spending cash.

Think it's safe to assume that Mr. Tsao

liked to lay the occasional
bet on his golf games.

Apparently, for some of the members,

the joy of the game isn't enough.

Yeah. Sad, ain't it?

Ah. Look at this.

This is what you call the classic, uh,

golfer's dirty trick.

See, you cut a hole in your pocket,

and you carry a ball in there.

That way, when you lose
your ball in the rough,

you can just drop a new
one through your pant leg

and get yourself a better spot.

A gambler who was also a cheat.

What's this?

Chuck seems to have printed out some...

old golf scores here.

Why is that odd? I mean,
from what I've seen,

most golfers are obsessed
with their scores.

Yeah, they are.

But it seems like Mr. Tsao

may have cheated the wrong person.

First of all,

these are scores from a
club in Phoenix, Arizona.

And secondly,

I looked through all these pages,

didn't see Chuck's name once.

But I did see another
name on every single page.

Right here.

Raul Diaz.

Ever heard of him?

No, he's not a member of this club.

Huh.

Then why, I wonder,
was our Vic so obsessed

with Mr. Diaz's scores?

You all right?

No, I'm-I'm not all right.

I just found out my kid has
been being tormented for weeks

and I didn't know about it.
So, no, I'm not all right.

Look, Charlie's probably, uh,
a little embarrassed, Danny.

- Wh-What's embarrassing?
- I mean,

you think he did something wrong?

No, what are you talking about?

Of course not.

Getting bullied like that, it carries

- a lot of shame for a kid.
- It does?

- Yes, it does. Yes.
- How would you know?

The first few months when
I was in military school,

I was bullied, all right?

Pretty relentlessly. It sucked.

The kids were brutal. I got to tell you,

in all honesty, it
actually toughened me up.

The whole experience made me stronger.

I'm gonna put Charlie in karate.

That's not what I'm say...
You know what I'm talking about.

It made me tougher mentally.

Fine. That, too. Can you
make a right, please?

All I'm saying, Danny,

is that, always, there's a
story to a kid who bullies.

There's a reason why they do it.

Okay. Then I would be
happy to hear that reason

if those people would've
shown up to the meeting today.

I would've been compassionate,
I-I don't know. I would've done

whatever you want me to
do, but they didn't show up.

What do you want me to do?
All I want you to do is know,

uh, the whole situation
before you go off half-cocked,

doing something crazy

like this, like we're about to do.

Silver Camry. That's him, okay?

You absolutely sure
you want to do this?

That's it, it's the right...
I... What did I...

Don't yell at me.
I'm just asking.

- What did I just say 19 times?
- I'm... asking you.

- Fine. Yep. Mm-hmm.
- Can you just do what I ask

you to do one time in the world?

I'll put these lights on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Is there a problem?
Was I driving too fast?

No. You, uh, you Blake Tatum's father?

- I am.
- Okay.

Uh, follow me. Come on.

Come on.

All right, Tani, I've been
waiting for some good news.

I did a full sweep

on your victim Chuck,
and nothing jumped out

as far as his phone
records or financials.

- How about his score cards?
- Ah, yes.

The mysterious Raul Diaz.

So, he was the golf pro
at this club in Arizona.

He doesn't work there
anymore. I couldn't find

a current address, but
I'm texting you this photo.

Okay, thanks.

This is, uh, Raul Diaz.

He was a golf pro at a club in Phoenix.

- You ever seen him?
- He's a member at the club.

But his name is not Raul Diaz.

It's Ed Ramirez.

Are you serious? I'll
need a wedge for this.

Idiot.

You really shouldn't be talking
to your caddy that way, man.

Especially when he's right.

Oh. I'm sorry. Did I
break your concentration?

So, here's what we know, Ed.

Or should we call you Raul?

Oh, yeah, that's right. All
these names, so confusing.

Tell you what, why
don't we just call you

Prime Suspect in the Murder
of Chuck Tsao. Good for you?

Whoa, whoa, what?

Chuck is dead?

- Well, that's news to me.
- Is it?

Because here's how it sounds to me.

Chuck was losing piles of money to you
out here on this golf course.

Despite the fact that he was cheating.

But because a cheat knows a cheat,

he did some digging
into you and he found out

that you're actually a pro

from Arizona.

You've been hustling from club to club,

playing under different names
and sandbagging your handicap

to take money off unsuspecting golfers.

Mr. Tsao could have exposed
you to those players,

to the country clubs,

to the police, so you...

you killed him.

Okay. Okay, hold on.

Yes, I hustle a game now
and then, I'll admit that.

- But I swear I didn't kill Chuck.
- Where were you

between the hours of 8:00 a.m.
and 9:00 a.m. this morning?

I was having breakfast with
the rest of my foursome.

Th-they can confirm it.
I never left the table.

We need their names.

You need to understand something.

Chuck was a degenerate gambler.

Maybe the worst I've seen,
and I've seen my share.

If I was to guess, I'd say
that's what got him killed.

So, are you telling us that

you weren't the only person
that Chuck was gambling with?

You kidding?

The guy had a serious problem.

He'd lose 25K on the course,

then go straight to the
poker table and lose 25 more.

And he never had a problem paying?

Actually, never. He was always on time.

In fact, he usually settled in cash

over a whiskey at the end of the night.

Don't move.

So, Chuck's losing
upwards of 50K every night,

and he's paying at the
club's bar like he's got

a personal ATM machine on
the premises or something.

Yeah, but your friend on the phone,

she said his financials looked normal.

She would've noticed he was
moving that kind of money

in and out of his
personal banking account.

Then where the hell was Chuck
getting all that cash from?

So... pulling me over

and-and bringing me out here, I mean...

Don't you think this
is a little extreme?

No. No, I-I don't think
it's extreme at all.

What do you think?

I mean, I...

He doesn't think it's extreme, either.

What-what I do think
is extreme is-is your son's behavior,

and your behavior, as well.

I mean, you didn't think
it was important to show up

to the school this afternoon?

Are-are you one of those
people who don't think

that the rules apply to you?

I mean, that would... that would explain

why your son acts the way he does.

Whoa, hold on, hold
on. We're not here to put you

- or your son on trial.
- You want to tell him that?

Um, look, we're just
here because we want

to figure out what's going
on between Blake and Charlie.

I want to know why you
didn't think it was important

to show up at that meeting.

I am under a lot of stress.

I didn't realize how
bad things had gotten

with Blake.

Now you know. Your son is a bully.

- What are you gonna do about it?
- He's...

What are we gonna do about it, no?

I mean, isn't that why we
are here? To find a solution?

I-I'm sorry I didn't
make that meeting, man.

I-I-I had an appointment
with my attorneys.

I mean, they charge $250 an hour

whether you're there or
not, you know, so, uh...

I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Uh, Blake's mom and I,
we're getting a divorce.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

It has been... Ah, man, it has been

so toxic, and it has been so bad,

and we've really...
we've really been trying

to keep Blake out of it.

I get it.

That's, uh... that's tough.

Yeah. And, uh, look, man, I-I...

I'm not... I'm not making excuses

for-for what my kid has
done and how he's acted.

I get it. I-I went
through something similar,

see, but I had a thing with my oldest.

- She started acting crazy...
- Yeah.

Doing things out of character,
so I understand, it sucks.

Yeah. It sucks. It does.

It's not easy. I wish you luck.

Look, you'll, uh, you'll
figure it out. Thank you.

I appreciate that, and I'm sorry about

what's happened with Charlie.

And I'll-I'll talk to Blake. I'm sorry.

Hold-hold on. One second.

I-I literally just watched
you guys walk through that

and figure it out.

There's no reason your kids
can't do the same thing.

Am I wrong?

What makes you think

Chuck kept his cash
in his whiskey locker?

Remember the immortal words

of Raul Diaz.

He said, "Our Vic always
settled by the end of the day,"

in cash, over what? A whiskey.

Now, he only had 10K in his spa locker.

So it stands to reason he
stashed it someplace else.

- Ergo...
- Uh, I apologize. There's a dress code

- to the whiskey lounge.
- Oh.

Gentlemen are required to wear a jacket.

Since management has emphasized...

discretion...

- Is that a member's jacket?
- Yes, it is.

I thought you were gonna
find some ratty jacket

at a lost-and-found.

Zev... do you have any idea

how long I've waited to
put one of these things on?

How do I look?
- Like you were born to wear it.

Wait, whoa-whoa-whoa, hold on a second.

I-I want to take a selfie.

My wife will get a kick out of this.

Okay.

Come here.

Well, hot dog.

They sure did this place
up right, didn't they?

Here's Chuck's locker.

J. Darby 25 single malt.

Mr. Tsao had good taste.

Yeah. Whoa.

I heard of light beer, but light scotch?

Either Chuck drank up

all this fine whiskey, or...

Show me the money.

What did I tell you?

- Tani, it's Lou.
- Lou, how's it coming?

Well, so far, everything's
coming up dollars.

Didn't you just tell
me that when you ran

Chuck's financials,
they all came back clean?

His personal accounts were,
yeah, but since we last spoke,

I dug into his businesses.

Now, I'm just starting
to make some headway,

but tell me, what do these
places have in common?

A used car lot, a seedy
bar, multiple pawn shops,

and a check cashing place.

Well, they're all
high-volume cash businesses.

Ideal for money laundering.

You're exactly right.

You should look for multiple titles

of ownership, few creditors,

and little to no available
public information.

Uh, yeah. Okay, will do,
mystery man on the phone.

All right, I'm gonna get Duke on this.

We need to get HPD over to

all of Chuck's businesses right now.

I want them to dig up
everything they can find

from accounting ledgers, hard drives,

dummy receipts, cooked books...

Now, they're not gonna
be all out in the open,

so the guys are gonna
have to get creative.

What do you say, Duke?

We just finished hitting the last
of Mr. Tsao's businesses.

As of now, the count
is over 120 million.

- Dollars?
- That's right.

And we still have more vans
filled with cash coming in.

Well, just what in the hell
was this guy all mixed up in?

About that... I had CSU

examine the bills,

and they found duplicate patterns

in the numerical sequences.

So you're saying the
money was counterfeit?

Yes, sir. We got confirmation
of that just a few minutes ago.

Thanks, Duke. Let me know

- if you find anything else.
- You got it.

You've got a theory.

You're damn right I got a theory.

And I'll bet you all that
funny money we just found

that our Vic was laundering money

- for a counterfeiting ring.
- Makes sense.

Now, let's see. What else
do we know about this guy?

He's a degenerate gambler.

So he finds himself

falling into a hole... What does he do?
Maybe he starts skimming.

You know, to cover the debt.
After all, with all that cash,

nobody's gonna be too upset
about a little cash missing

here or there, but once
that hole starts getting

bigger and bigger, well, he needs

to play more and more often and
for larger and larger amounts,

until finally, old bad
luck Chuck found himself

in a hole there was no crawling out of.

The counterfeiter he was working for

must have realized what he was doing.

I bet they were not
too happy about that.

Oh, you got that right, and
I bet that was the moment

they decided that his
services were no longer needed,

and that's when old Chuck's
luck ran out permanently.

Lou, I got something.

All right, come on,
tell me something good.

I spoke to Secret Service.

They could tell from the ink
on Chuck's counterfeit cash

that it was generated in North Korea.

And it's not just showing up in Oahu.

Bills like these are
popping up globally.

You're talking about a
worldwide criminal operation.

Exactly. And how did all
this funny money get here?

Well, let me tell you another
fun factoid that I learned...

Apparently, North Korea's
trade embargoes are so severe

that most of their exports,

especially illegal ones, are
being routed through China.

Okay, so we need

to find a connection with
the People's Republic.

Nice work, kiddo.
That's a hell of a lead.

- Well, I aim to please.
- All right, we'll be in touch.

- Here you go.
- All right.

Hold the door, please.

Hang... hang on, kiddo. Here you go.

Let me help you out. Come on.

- I got you.
- Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

So, uh, the Secret Service says

that that counterfeit money
was printed in North Korea.

And, you know, by the
way, some of the members

you have in this place
are some absolute...

Oh. This is new. What is it?

I have some experience
in forensic accounting,

and I created this visual

to help us better understand

Chuck's business ventures and how

the counterfeit money came into play.

Maybe we can start with this. Hmm.

The bills were shipped
out of ports in China.

Do any of Chuck's
businesses track to that?

No, but let me...

I've been looking through
well-known businesses

of our club members,
trying to find any signs of

financial indiscretion,
and with this new

information about China,

this could narrow down
my search quite a bit.

- Just bear with me.
- All right, though, take your time.

I'm gonna go get me
a sangwich from over...

- Got something.
- Or not.

Michael Mayfield.

Member in the club since 2017.

His import-export company

- operates out of Shanghai.
- Well, that's good.

But you know, Zev,

lot of people do business
out of China these days.

Does he have any other
connection to our Vic?

Yes. Apparently, around nine months ago,

Mr. Mayfield and Chuck

suddenly started signing
up for joint tee times.

These guys are playing three,
four times a month since then.

So, Chuck's businesses,
what were they doing,

what was it, nine months ago?

- What were they doing then?
- Here.

Just about the same time,

Chuck saw a distinct uptick

in income all over his businesses.

So, Chuck found himself a lot
more than a golfing partner.

- Yeah.
- Hey, that list from this morning,

is Mayfield on it?

He came in just after
8:00 for an 8:45 tee time.

He should still be on the
course, but not for long.

This is Zev.

I need to get ahold of a member
who's currently on the course.

A Michael Mayfield.

Tell him there's an urgent
call back at the clubhouse.

Ah, yeah. Have him come to
us so we don't make a scene.

Captain, there's one
thing I don't understand.

Why would Mayfield stay on the premises

after killing Chuck?

The guy's a member here at the club.

He knows the club's fully aware

of everybody's comings
and goings around here.

Of course.

It would have looked
very, very suspicious

if he would swipe out right
after committing murder.

Mm.

Here he comes. Mr. Mayfield.

Thanks. You have a great
day today, Captain Grover.

That's Mayfield?

- Yeah.
- I met that guy on the first tee.

He gave me a different name.

Zev, what's going on?

Fernando said there was a call...

Don't-don't you run. Don't you...

Whoa, whoa!

So much for not making a scene.

- Get out of the way!
- Hey! Hey, what are you doing?

Coming through. Come on!

You can't take that.

This is Zev.

Turn on Toro system
on hole 17 right now.

Mr. Mayfield.

I don't know why you're
running. We just wanted to

chase you down and
return your three iron.

Yeah. Hang on a second

while I, uh, get these handcuffs on you.

This is actually a
really nice three iron.

Wait a second, what is this?

How'd this happen?

Don't worry, I'll tell you.

You see, because I'll wager
a large sum of money that, uh,

the indentations on your thee iron

are the same distance apart

as the handles on the cryo-freezer

back at the club.

The one you barred

in order to flash-freeze Chuck.

I'm no detective, Mr. Mayfield,

but this doesn't look good for you.

Stand up.

I don't think we
can say this investigation's

flying under the radar anymore.

I would say not.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey,
hey, no running in the house.

Guys.

Dogs... dogs really
are the great equalizer.

Thank you.

You don't know the half of it. Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Salud.

Yeah, Blake's wanted a
puppy forever, so, uh,

I'm never getting him out
of here. Thanks for that.

Ah, kind of like Danny.

I'm staying here temporarily.

Yeah. You, uh, you've
been moving your stuff

into Junior's room, though.

I... Yeah. That's because I
don't want to sleep every night

with Eddie's fur engulfed in my face

every night. That's why.

Don't worry about the angry outbursts.

They're kind of his
love language for me.

No. Hey, look, man. It's no worries.
I'm going through a divorce.

I feel right at home.

That is tough stuff, man.

It's a stupid question,
but how you doing?

I'm not doing good, but, I mean,

it's got to get better
eventually, right?

Maybe. Yeah, I mean,

you know, definitely gonna
get worse than it is right now.

- Oh, great.
- Well, look,

you're alone now, right?
You-you slowly start to realize,

like, you know, the one thing
that meant the most to me...

My family... that thing's
broken up now, and...

you're partially responsible for that.

So you're gonna get depressed.

You're not gonna be able to sleep.

The point is, you're gonna be a wreck,

but that's, you know,
that's a good thing.

Why is that a good thing?

It's a good thing because, uh,

divorce is a, is a, is a
trauma, it's a real trauma,

and, you know, you got
to heal from that trauma,

and as long as you're not numb,

as long as you're going
through the stages of grief

that you need to go through,

you'll come out of that
and you-you will heal.

That way, you get to be a good dad.

Yeah, that's the most important thing.

Absolutely. And this is the
only advice I'm gonna give you...

Don't ever, ever disrespect your ex

in front of your kid.

Don't do it, because they...

they watch and they see everything

and-and-and they follow our lead.

You know what I mean?

And, you know, look, I
guess you don't have to,

uh, go through this alone.

You ever want to get together,
have a beer, you know,

give us a call.

Well, fellas, thank you.
I really appreciate this.

I mean, this really helps.

And-and thank you for-for
giving Blake an opportunity

to apologize to Charlie. Thank you.

Oh, it's good, man.
Kids fight, they make up. It's good.

Yeah. Eight-year-olds,
they make it look so easy, don't they?

Yeah, they do.

- There you are.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, people. Finally.

I heard you, uh, you had some
real "you" time today, huh?

Yeah, yeah, if that's what
people call "self-care,"

then I, uh, I don't want
anything to do with it,

'cause I need human interaction.

- Tag. You're it.
- I'm a human.

Look at this miniature human.

- Who's that with Charlie?
- That's, um...

- Who are you?
- This is Luke.

- Hi. I'm Luke.
- Luke, this is Tani.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- He's a colleague of ours.

It's a pleasure. Hello.

- That's, uh, Danno.
- Yeah.

Uh, let me get you a drink.

- Yes.
- Okay.

Did you, uh, did you
hear from Junior today?

Yeah, yeah. He left a voice mail.

That's a tough message to
get. It's tough to leave, too.

Hey, listen, you know, uh,

he's gonna be okay. He's
in great company, okay?

But, uh, if you want to
talk about it, just...

I'm available. You should call me.

Yeah, thanks. Appreciate that.

- All right.
- Means a lot, actually.

Uh, where's Grover and Quinn?

Oh, Quinn, I don't know,
she may or may not be coming,

and Grover had to do
some post-case wrap-up,

something or other. I don't
even know. Do you know?

No.

Okay. I don't even know.
What do you want to drink?

_

Hey.

Wait, wait, wait. Let
me get this straight.

- Mm-hmm?
- You've been trying

- for eight years to get into the club?
- Yep.

And now, when they finally
offer you a membership,

- you say no?
- Yeah, well, you know,

us Americans, Zev, we're kind of funny.

Uh-huh. That's one way to put it.

I actually like the club a lot, Zev.

The people, though, not so much.

Did you know that, um,
while I've been at the bottom

of this wait list for all these years,

the club has been fast-tracking

more high-income
clients for membership.

Wish I could say that surprises me.

Yeah. That was a little
something I learned

when going over the club's books.

Today was extremely clarifying.

You're a very honorable man.

So are you, baby. Now, you see this?

This is what it's about,

not that pretentious,
hoity-toity nonsense.

Okay, just two guys out here

playing a round of golf,

having a good time,
enjoying the weather.

- I agree.
- Good. Now let's play.

- Okay.
- How about we, um,

- make it interesting?
- What?

- Winner buys drinks.
- You're on.

All right, then.

- Let's see you now.
- All right, here we go.

All right, give me room now. Step back.
Watch the master at work.

Mr. Noshimuri.

The only reason you are here

and not in the bottom
of the Sumida River

is because of the respect
I have for your father.

I am very grateful for
this meeting, Ryo-sama.

I suggest you make the
most of this opportunity.

You will not get another like it.

There are things you must know

about Kenji Higashi.

He killed Masuda-San.

He brings dishonor

to his clan, to the entire organization.

He is not to be trusted.

You are taking quite a risk,

coming here with these
kinds of accusations.

And all because

you want to do the right thing, yes?

With respect.

Kenji is not fit to be oyabun.

You feel you are better suited to lead?

I already have the support
of a number of the brothers...

but I will only proceed
with your blessing.

You are sure this is what you want?

The reason I am here

in this room,

on this earth,

is because of Hiro Noshimuri.

His blood is in my veins.

I have tried to run from my destiny...

Child of a frog is a frog.

Oyabun is my birthright,

kumicho.

I will allow this,

but on one condition.

You must first prove your loyalty.

Of course.

Whatever you ask of me, I will do it.

You will return to your
task force on Hawaii,

to be my eyes and ears inside Five-O.

If I return to Five-O, I-I
become a target to Kenji.

So does Tamiko. I-I...

I cannot have that.

As long as you do what I ask of you,

you have my word

Kenji will pose no threat.

So, Mr. Noshimuri,

the question remains...

How badly do you want
to fulfill your destiny?

To whom are you loyal?

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