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You're kidding me, right?

No, I'm not kidding you.

You've been here
three-quarters of your life,

and you never once,
not even once,

dipped your malasada
into your cup of coffee?

Why is that so strange?

I mean, I'm not saying
it's strange

as much as it is just sad.

I mean, you're on this island,

which is sitting on the best
coffee in the entire world...

100% Kona coffee.

Now, how do you expect to enjoy
the fusion of the flavors,

the sweetness of the dough

up against the bitterness
of the coffee,

it's just, it's heaven, man.

You know what?
I'll tell you what.

- Just observe.
- Okay.

All right. I'm gonna do it.

Okay? You ready?

All right, I'm going in.

Yeah, roll that around
in your mouth.

That's pretty good.

Damn right it's pretty good!

It's pretty good, man.
Yeah, I told you.

Hey, wait, whoa-whoa-whoa.
Wait a second, whatcha doing?

What are you doing?
Are you double-dunking?

I'm gonna let that slide,

'cause I know
you didn't know, okay?

But you never double-dunk.

Never double-dunk. Okay.
When you double-dunk,

now you're messing
with the coffee-to-cake ratio.

You're risking oversaturation,

and that can lead
to the dreaded...

free dive.

Free dive?

No, you don't want
no part of the free dive.

No. No.

That's where a chunk
of your malasada breaks off

and just sinks right to the
bottom of your cup of coffee.

And then you don't see
that nasty, soggy thing again

until you're down
to the last sip.

And let me tell you something.

Soggy malasada...
Nobody's friend.

Nobody's friend. Copy.

Got it. Got it. All right.

I got to tell you
the truth, man.

I mean, I don't know who it was
that invented this damn thing,

but in addition
to being a genius,

the man had to love coffee...
I mean, look at it.

These babies are
the perfect size for dunking.

Circumference is spot-on.

This thing is engineered
to fit into any coffee cup.

You've spent a lot of time
thinking about this,

haven't you?

And that brings me to the last
item on this morning's brief...

This weekend's
Honolulu Police Expo.

Organizers are expecting
almost 5,000 officers

from around the country.

That means additional patrols.

Five-O resources
if we need them.

Now, officially,

these mainland cops
are coming here

to share techniques,

to attend workshops
and test out new equipment

and firearms?

But unofficially,

we all know
that this is an opportunity

for our brothers and sisters
in blue to...

have a good time, to...

let off a little steam.

Why doesn't he
just call it what it is?

Spring break for cops.

If it's anything like last year.

Get the goat! Get the goat!

Obviously,
we want our fellow officers

to have a good time...

up to a point.

But more importantly,

we want everyone
to go home safe.

You think that's funny?

All right.

That, I believe,
is five times in a row.

You rig this thing?

No. Are you sure?

'Cause if you
didn't rig this thing,

then it is designed
specifically...

Engineered...
To humiliate adults.

'Cause nobody can be that lucky.
Again.

Again? Yeah, 'cause I need more
whipped cream flung up my nose.

This time I'm going first, okay?

Mouth.

There you go.

This time I'm getting you
for sure.

All right.

Ready?

You're not gonna
get away with it.

Really? I mean, look at this.

This is ridiculous.

Daddy, what was that?

I don't know, buddy.
Sit right here.

I'll go find out, all right?

The explosion
devastated the offices

of local law firm,
Hadley and Becker.

Rescue and recovery teams...

Hey, let me give you
a hand there.

Gently, please.

The cause of the blast
is unknown,

but we are hearing reports
of at least one casualty.

Much easier with two people.

Mahalo, Jerry.

No sweat. Here are
the boxes you asked for.

I got another half dozen
in my van if you need them.

Um, actually...

that should not be necessary.

Um, if my calculations
are correct,

the rest of my possessions
should fit perfectly

in these seven remaining boxes.
Okay, then...

let the packing commence.
Where do you want me?

Um... yeah, you could start
on those shelves over there.

Check.

Sorry.

Hello. What have we here?

Max, what are these?

Um, those are my daily journals.

What? Get out.
You keep a journal?

Yes, since I was
eight years old.

Whoa.

You're like John Doe in Se7en
meets Doogie Howser.

What do you write about?

Anything. Everything.
My thoughts.

Insights into
the human condition.

Wow. Really?

D-Do you mind if I...

If it'll keep you quiet, please.

Good.

DHS just left.
No sign of radioactivity.

Whatever caused this,
it doesn't appear

to be connected
to our missing uranium.

That's a silver lining, I guess.

Except for the fact that
the stuff's still out there.

Tell us about the body
they found, Chin.

Well, rescue and recovery
team had dogs

scouring the rubble
looking for survivors,

and they actually
picked up a scent.

Except that the body
that they found

wasn't actually someone
who was caught

in the explosion.
Who was it, then?

He's a police sergeant
from Milwaukee

by the name of Miles Barton.

He's in town for the convention.

According to HPD, there are
over a dozen out-of-town cops in

from all different cities

here to help search
for survivors.

Barton was one of them...
Except his C.O.D.

was a deep stab wound.

No such thing
as an off-duty cop.

Yeah. Body's
actually down there.

CSU found gravitational
blood spatter

on the ground,
so the thinking is

he was knifed up here
and then tossed into that hole.

To stall discovery of the body.

All these other volunteers,

nobody saw anything?
Nothing yet.

But we're still
questioning people.

All right, thanks, Chin.
Take a look.

Noelani.

Commander.

Detective. What do you got?

Well... the shape
and depth of the wound

indicate the victim was
definitely stabbed with a knife.

There's also some trauma
to the body,

fractured skull,
some broken ribs.

But, given the nature
of the contusions

and the position of the body,
I believe

these injuries were sustained
when he fell down here.

Got it.

Noelani.

Yep? Anybody from your team

been down here yet?

Not yet.

Danny, come here
for a minute, will you?

What do you got?

Fresh tracks.

Someone came
all the way down here

after the building came down.

Maybe somebody
looking for survivors?

I don't think so.

The vault's used to store
my firm's most important files.

Ones relating to open cases,

as well as documents
that are sensitive in nature.

Can you think
of anybody who'd want

to get their hands
on those files?

It would certainly be valuable
to opposing counsel.

Or someone who wanted
to gather information

on a client, I suppose.

I wish I could tell you
exactly what was stolen,

but from what I've been told,
it could be some time

before it's deemed safe
to go in.

And even then we're talking
thousands of files.

It could days, if not weeks,
to do a full inventory.

All right,
listen, thanks very much.

We appreciate your time.
Of course.

And if there's
anything I could do

to help with your investigation,

please let me know.
Yeah, man, we will. Thanks.

This is obviously
not an accident.

No one watches a tower come down

and sees an opportunity
to steal a bunch of files.

No.

Hey.

Hey. So the fire inspector
confirms that the explosion

was caused by a gas
leak, but he thinks

it wasn't just
a simple accident.

Okay, what do you got?

They found drilling equipment
underground.

So it looks like there
was actually a heist crew

that was tunneling
toward the basement,

they hit the gas main,
and that's what caused

the explosion. Okay.

So whoever did this
obviously took off

when their plan went sideways,
and they came back this morning.

Right. They could
have been dressed

as volunteer rescue workers.

As soon as they get underground,

they go after
what they came here for

in the first place.

Our Vic sees them
as they're coming out.

Gunshot would have drawn
too much attention,

so instead they knife him,
toss him in the hole.

Well, security cameras
are obviously buried,

so that's not gonna be any help.

Wait a minute.

Every news channel
on this island

had a camera crew right here
an hour after the explosion.

Yeah, it's possible that
one of them could've seen

our perps as they
were leaving last night.

I'll go over and talk to them,
see if I can

get you copies of their footage.

All right.

The shockwave from the blast
was felt for miles

around the Honolulu area.

Damage to the building
is extensive

and will run well into
the tens of millions of dollars.

Witnesses at the scene
describe...

Much obliged. Frank Bama.

Man, I didn't know
you were in town.

Well...

I had a little problem
with a client

turned out to be
a budding warlord.

Threatened to cut my head off
if I didn't fly for him.

Ew. Yeah, so...

I decided it was time
for a little R&R.

Good thinking. So, your boss,

offered up his couch.

It was economically desirable,
so here I am.

Well, it's good to see you.

Likewise. Hey, you don't mind

if I leave my gun
over there, do you?

No.

Okay, yeah, I'm gonna

go across the street
and get a little poke.

Fine by me.

All right. Look at that.

That's some big-time
destruction right there.

Yeah.

That have anything to do with
that, missing uranium?

Hey, how'd you know about that?

Um, I might've overheard
McGarrett saying something

about it on the
phone this morning.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, stop overhearing stuff.

And whatever you do,

please, do not mention the words
"missing uranium" to anybody.

Okay. Keep it on the QT.

Yeah. Roger that.

You know, my hearing's

not what it used to be, anyway.

- Good.
- Too many hours with my keister

parked next
to a turboshaft engine.

Okay. Good to see you, big man.

You, too, Frank.

- All right, bye.
- All right. Take care.

Well, I'm glad that you find
my intimate recollections

so engrossing,
but I was under the impression

that you came here to help pack.

Yeah, yeah,
I'll get right on that.

This is amazing stuff.
I mean, it says here.

McGarrett was a fugitive
for a couple days?

Yes. That was
an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Whoa, hold up.
He came to you for help?

That is correct.

Hey, I'm sorry I broke
into your house. I...

I didn't really have
anywhere else to go.

No apology is necessary.

In fact, I'm quite humbled
that you feel comfortable enough

to come to me. However,

I am curious as to how
you acquired that wound.

I'm guessing that it
was a crudely sharpened

piece of unsterilized metal...

I got shanked in prison, Max.

I suppose that one might have
a problem with a fugitive

seeking shelter in their home.

But truth be told, I was moved.

Up until that point,
our relationship was

strictly professional.

Commander McGarrett
was taking a huge risk.

I was a sworn member
of law enforcement, and I was

duty-bound to turn him in.

He knew that,
yet he still came to me.

He trusted me.

I saw him as a colleague,
but he saw me as a friend.

Wow, that's touching, dude.

Truly.

Is that the dead guy

from the explosion?

I assume so.

Something wrong?

Um, no. I...

just realized that this might be
the last postmortem

I get to conduct.

Okay.

Hope it's a good one.

Crime Clean.
Cleaning up the streets

one crime at a time.

Thanks, man.

Not interested.

But you should be.

Sadly, as well as you guys do
your job,

we will always have crime.

Upside?

There will always be
crime scenes.

This is
a guaranteed revenue stream.

In fact, not only is
my business recession-proof,

I actually do a little better
in downtimes.

Well, what do you know,

it's Commander McGarrett
and Officer Kalakaua

of the Five-O task force.

I work a lot
of their crime scenes.

In fact, you could say we're
practically work colleagues.

We have no affiliation
with this man.

He's... he's very sorry
to bother you officers,

and we hope that you enjoy
your stay in Hawaii.

Aloha.

I was just about

to close that sale.
No, you weren't.

Listen, we need
some information.

Look, with all
the crime scenes that you troll

looking for work,
have you ever come across

a stringer that goes by the name
G Stealth?

Sure. I know him well.

Excellent. We believe he
sold footage of that building

explosion last night
to a local news station.

So we're gonna need
his real name.

That I don't know.

Okay. How do
we get ahold of him?

Couldn't tell you that, either.

You-you...

you literally just said
you know him well.

Okay, maybe not that well.

But we do bump into each other

at the occasional
double homicide.

Sometimes we even

knock back a few afterward.

You know, to wind down.

Hey, you know what,

one time,
we hit up this karaoke place.

Stealthy pounded
a few too many sake bombs,

and I had to give him a lift
home.

Okay. Terrific.

You remember
where you dropped him off?

I'm not sure.

But you know
what might jog my memory?

What? If you guys

offered me an exclusive contract
to clean up Five-O's

crime scenes.

That's an idea. Yeah.

Or how 'bout this one?
If you cooperate,

we won't shut down
your sales booths

or fine you for operating
without a permit.

That's really good advice.

Let's go.

O-Okay. You want
to take a right up here.

Th-This definitely
looks familiar.

You said that an hour ago.

Well, I'm quite confident
that this is the general area.

Maybe.

Let me tell you something.

There's gonna be a
crime scene cleanup

in this truck
if you don't remember

which house it is, all right?

Wait. That-that's it.

The one with the hula girl
mailbox... I'm sure that's where

I dropped him off. All right.

Okay, how sure?

Eight...

Ni... ninety-five percent.

Works for me.

By the way, this
should go without saying,

but you do not leave this
vehicle, you understand?

Got it. And I should warn you,

Stealthy has a couple
of, outstanding warrants

on his head... just trespassing

and whatnot.

He might not be so happy
to see you.

Okay, and you wait until now
to mention this?

Sorry. Small oversight.

G-Stealth! Five-O!

Open up!

Five-O!

Not good.

Hirsch? What the hell

are you doing here?

Hey, buddy. You son of a bitch.

You ratted me out?

Well... Whatever.

Just go! Drive!

Now!

Oops.

Nice going, Hirsch.

G-Stealth's footage
give us anything yet?

We're just going through it now.
It's about 40 minutes of tape.

What about you?

Well, I looked into that

drilling equipment that
was recovered from the scene,

but unfortunately,
it was a dead end.

Those tools were stolen from
a construction site a week ago.

Hang on a sec.

Guys, look at this.

You see these rescue vehicles
arriving on scene?

Check out the one in the back.

Those are taillights.
He's pulling out.

Doesn't look like a first
responder vehicle, either.

Could be the perp's
fleeing the scene.

Yeah, I'm gonna
enhance it and see

if I can get a look
at that plate.

Who's it registered to, Kono?

Jimmy Rorke.

He was pinched
for grand theft and B&E.

We got an address on this guy?

Guys, come on back here.

Apparently, Rorke had

an accomplice...
But from the looks of things,

he must have sustained
these wounds in a blast.

Obviously, Rorke didn't want
to take him to the hospital.

Chin.

No I.D.

All right, let's run this guy's
prints through the system.

Get CSU down here to tear this
place apart so they can find

something to tell us
where Rorke is.

Jerry...

It's getting good now.

Well, I'm sorry to disturb you,

but if you're not gonna
help me pack my belongings,

could I at least ask you
to try to stay out of my way?

Sorry.

The way you and Sabrina met,

it was classic... it's, like,
right out of a Rom-com.

Yes, I believe they
call it a "meet-cute."

I'm right at the part where
you're about to ask her out.

Next please.

Window three's open.

Next customer, please.

Aloha, Max.

Aloha, Sabrina.

Another deposit?

Must be Friday.

You know, Max, you can always

set your account up
for direct deposit, and that way

you won't have the hassle of
coming in the bank every week.

Your time-saving assessment
is quite correct.

I've had this thought myself,

but eventually decided
against it.

Yeah? Why's that? FBI crime data

shows a spike in Internet
banking fraud, most notably

in direct deposit scams,

which is turning out
to be quite troublesome.

Here I thought the reason
you came in every week

was to see me. It is.

I-I-I... I mean,

y-yes, you...

are the reason why I come in.

I was just looking, for a...
the right moment

to ask you... for your...

for your phone number.

I'm free on Saturday.

I was thinking maybe
we could get some sushi?

Yes.

How would 8:00 be? I know

of a great sushi place,
serves r-raw fish,

with rice...

Wow, so you just went for it.

I did. Truth be told,
I wasn't aware

I was capable of such bravery.

Yeah, me, too.
So where'd that come from?

Actually, Officer Kalakaua...
She suggested that I man up

and put myself out there.

So I followed her counsel
to a T,

and the results exceeded
my wildest expectations.

Of course, Sabrina got shot
moments later and nearly died.

However, the experience
did bring us together.

Okay, first of all,
spoiler alert.

But second,
you owe Kono big-time.

I... I suppose I do.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I need to see what happens next.

So, CSU

just finished going
through the trash.

They found two pairs
of coveralls.

Wait a minute.

Rorke had two accomplices.

And we just got an I.D. back
on the guy in the van.

His name is Leo Stein.
No priors,

but his prints were
in the system

because he used to clerk
for a federal judge.

How does somebody like that
become a criminal?

I don't know,
but here's the best part.

Until very recently,

he worked at the law offices
of Hadley & Becker.

Which means he could have known
what was in that safe.

Maybe he was the inside man.

Hey. Hey.

I just got back
Rorke's phone records.

You ready for this? Yeah.

8:00 this morning,
he makes a 40-second call

to Brian Hadley's cell phone.

So Rorke and his partners steal
something out of Hadley's safe,

and then they call Hadley.

Yeah, which, Hadley

conveniently forgets
to tell Danny and I

when we spoke to him.

So, then, is it just me,

or is this starting to look
more like an extortion attempt?

That's ridiculous.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

No one has attempted

to blackmail me
or any of my clients.

We have

phone records that
suggest otherwise.

Why don't you just
let us help you?

All right, we can help you.

If it were up to me,
I would let you,

but my client doesn't want
to involve the authorities.

They'd prefer
to resolve this on their own.

Which, by the way, is
perfectly legal for them to do.

Okay, look, why don't you just

tell us the name of your client?

We'll go talk to them,
gently persuade them.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Attorney-client privilege
prevents me from shar...

Wait. Wait.
Attorney-client privilege?

A cop was murdered.
You understand that, right?

Yes.

And I'm sorry
that that happened.

Believe me, I want to help...
I don't think you are.

I don't think you are
sorry, all right?

You're obstructing
an investigation.

You understand that?

Why don't you just tell us
what the hell is going on?

Again, that information
is confidential.

Not only am I within my rights

to protect my client's
interests.

I could be disbarred for

cooperating with you.
All right. I understand.

Book him, Danno.

Absolutely. Come on.

I'm afraid I'm gonna

have to take that.

Five more minutes!

Jerry.

Well, look at that. We're done.

I got to say,
reading some of your diaries,

I see Max Bergman
in a whole new light.

But there's something
I've been dying to ask you.

You mention your prehistoric
fossil collection and your.

DS9 action figures a few times.

They were obviously
important to you.

That would be correct.

So why did you sell 'em?

It was a sacrifice
for a larger purpose.

Well, don't leave me hanging.

Very well.

Gentlemen.

What are you doing here, Max?

Got a new car.

Yes, I did, and thank you

for noticing.

Unfortunately,
in order to purchase

a sweet ride like this...

It necessitated me to sell off
my entire prehistoric fossil

collection and my
DS9 action figures.

However, I feel it
was well very worth it.

Why'd you go with a Camaro?

Well to be honest,

it was because of
Detective Williams.

What do you mean?

Well, I guess in some ways,

you can say I've always
looked up to him.

- Really?
- Yes.

Detective Williams
may have a gruff exterior,

but underneath is
a very caring individual.

I mean, considering
the sacrifice he made

for his daughter
by moving out here,

or the fact
that he gave up a piece of his

vital organ without hesitation

in order
to save Commander McGarrett.

And at times,
he can be quite witty.

Max, can I ask you something?
Of course.

Have you ever mentioned any
of this to Detective Williams?

No. That would be inappropriate.

What? Sharing your feelings?

Telling the people in your
life what they mean to you?

How is that inappropriate?

Well, perhaps you're right,

but it's just something
I'm not comfortable with.

I get that.

It isn't easy for you,

but you're going to
have to get past that.

You're not going to be
working with stiffs anymore.

You're going to be
interacting with living,

breathing people
on a daily basis.

Gonna have to learn to open up
and share your feelings.

Trust me. It's a good thing.

Well, I think we've just.

I.D.'d the blackmail target.

Meet Edward Gabler.

This guy withdrew

$2 million in cash

from four different banks
this afternoon.

Plus, he's also
been trading calls

with his lawyer Brian
Hadley all day long.

Okay, we know
where Gabler is now?

HPD went by his house.

His car is there, but he's not,
so BOLO's out now.

All right, what else
we know about him?

Well, Gabler's a former
weatherman who was accused

of stabbing to death
his girlfriend Heather Mayfield

in his North Shore vacation home
eight years ago.

Hadley represented him.

Now, in the trial, the
jury deadlocked, the judge

declared a mistrial.

Prosecution decided
not to refile.

You said
the C.O.D. was a stab wound?

Yeah.

They ever find
that murder weapon?

No, but they had plenty
of other evidence.

What?

Just go with me on this
for a second, all right?

What if that's what
was in the safe?

You mean the knife

that was used to kill
Heather Mayfield?

I do.

Check it out. Rorke

and his accomplice...
They go, they grab it, right?

Our victim sees them, they
panic, they use the same knife

to kill our Vic.

So you're saying Gabler...

Instead of... I don't know...
Throwing the knife in the ocean

or something,
he gives it to his lawyer?

That's right.

Yeah, I can almost hear
O.J. right now saying,

"Damn. I wish I'd
have thought of that."

It's a pretty wild
hunch there, boss.

Yeah, maybe.
Why don't we talk to him

and find out?

What is this?

- Round three?
- No. We're done

sparring. You see, despite
your best efforts to stymie us

in this investigation,

we figured out
who you were covering for.

Edward Gabler. Right?

You know what else
we figured out?

We figured out
what was stolen from that safe.

It was the knife
that Gabler used

to kill his girlfriend,
Heather Mayfield.

We know that because
we pulled her autopsy report.

And our M.E. compared
her stab wound

to the victim's stab wound,

and confirmed
that it was the same blade.

Somehow Leo Stein

figured out
that you had that knife.

I don't know.
Maybe wanted some cash.

Came to you.

All right, so here's the thing.

Counselor, you got
one move left, and that's

to cooperate, all right? We
already have you on obstruction

of justice, and now possible

accessory to murder, but you
already know that, right?

For the record,

I never thought
this would play out as it did.

Right after he killed Heather,

Ed called me up in a panic.

I got to his house
just before the police did.

That's when he asked me
to dispose of the knife.

But it was evidence,

so I couldn't destroy it.

But I couldn't exactly
turn it over, either.

So I stuck it in our safe,
and I tried to forget about it.

And for years I did...
until Leo came to see me.

He said he had reason to
believe the firm had the knife.

He threatened to go public.

He told me
he wanted justice for Heather.

It wasn't about
the money for him.

He was... I don't know...
An idealist.

So you fired him just
in case he did go public.

Nobody would believe him.
They'd think he was just upset

'cause he got laid off.
It's good. It's smart.

I'll tell you
what's gonna happen now.

You're gonna tell us exactly
where we can find Edward Gabler.

He's on his way
to pay the blackmail.

I'm not sure where.

But he has my car,
which has GPS.

Hey.

Look, we got a hold
of Leo Stein's e-mails.

You ain't gonna believe this.

Seems for the last
several weeks,

he's been in touch with Heather
Mayfield's brother, Alan.

Now Gabler has a restraining
order on Alan Mayfield.

He's had it for several years,

because Mayfield threatened
to kill him.

Where-where is this guy?
He's on the island?

Yeah, according to travel
records, he got here last week.

So Alan Mayfield is the

third player in this?
That's right.

And I'll bet you this. He don't
give a damn about money.

Just wants to draw Gabler out
so he can kill him.

This is a revenge play.

Mr. Gabler?

You bring the money?

It's in the backseat.

Slowly.

That's close enough.

Let's see the cash.

It's all here.

Two million.

So where is it?

Remember me?

You were supposed

to wait till I was gone.

Look, I don't want any part
of this, you understand?

Then go!

You got what you wanted.

Look. Don't do this.

I have more money.

I can pay you whatever you want.

I just gave away $2 million.

You actually think
I care about money?

I'm doing this for Heather.

You killed my sister.

Danny.

That's him, it's Rorke.

It looks like he's alone.

All right, Chin, we're
going after Mayfield,

you take Rorke. I'm on it.

Now get on your knees.

Listen. I...

Listen, p-please.

I...

Out of the truck.

Let me see your hands.
Show me your hands!

Alan.

Put the gun down, Alan.

He's not worth it.

Listen, you've got the evidence
in your hand.

They got to retry the case.

Don't throw your life away
'cause of this guy.

What life?

My life is over.

An innocent man was
killed this morning.

And I'm an accessory.

Alan, you're not like him.

All right, you're
not like Rorke, either.

You're not a killer.

You put that gun down.

Let us take him in.

He'll be convicted this
time, you understand?

Alan, you want justice
for Heather,

you put the gun down right
now, let us take him in.

Drop the knife, drop the gun.

You, hands behind your head,
and lock your fingers right now.

Edward Gabler, you're under
arrest for the murder

of Heather Mayfield.
Get up. Let's go.

Yeah, all right!

Yeah, buddy.

All right, Flip.

Very nice.

Great.

Hey, everyone.

Friends, Hawaiians, countrymen.

And women.

Lend me your ears.

Is he lit? Hammered.

Max. I don't know you very well.

But you seem like a good egg.

And you're...

you're obviously well-loved.

I mean, look at this turn out.

Anyhoo,
I wanted to wish you luck.

Rumor has it,

you're heading to Madagascar.

Never been myself,
but hear it's lovely.

So, I want to wish
you safe travels.

I wish you health and happiness.

A-And, may the odds
be ever in your favor.

And if any of you are interested

in acquiring
a Crime Clean franchise...

You're done.

Okay, all right, Th-that's all.

And I'chaim!

L'chaim.

Speech! Speech!

Come on, Max. Come on, Max.

I haven't prepared anything.

Come on, say a few words.

Speech!

Well, um, thank you, everyone,
for coming out tonight.

And a very special mahalo
to Kamekona

for hosting
tonight's festivities.

Also, I want to reassure
my, now, former colleagues

that the M.E.'s office will be

in very capable hands.

Dr. Noelani Kunha

is more than up to the task.

However, if you ever
need consult

on open or prior investigations,

of course I am available
by e-mail or text.

So please contact me
at any time.

So with that, I just wanted
to say mahalo.

It's been a honor and privilege
to be working with the HPD

and the Five-0 Task Force.
Thanks, man.

Hey!

But,

what I will miss the most is...

is my adopted family.

And by that I mean you.

Commander McGarrett.

As you know, I grew up
as an only child.

And I always wanted
a big brother.

And when I started working
with the Five-0,

I finally got one.

Mahalo, Max.

Detective Williams.

This might be a surprise to you,

but I always considered you
as something of a role model.

That does,
that does surprise me.

Surprises us all, Max,
but go on.

I've always been on the
receiving end of your sarcasm,

but, truth be told,
it never bothered me.

I always took them as
a token of affection.

I'm going to miss
your little quips.

I hope that you would consider

texting me one of those
from time to time.

To you, buddy.

Lieutenant Kelly.

Nobody understands the meaning
of ohana more than you.

And for that reason,

among many others,

you are gonna make an amazing
father to little Sara.

And from what I've already seen,

you already are.

Mahalo, brother.

Kono.

Without you,

I would've never married
my beautiful Sabrina.

And Detective Williams is
my role model as an individual,

but your loving relationship
with Adam

is something that
Sabrina and I hope to emulate.

Love you, Max.

Sergeant Grover.

I'll miss your smile.

Yes, that one.

I know a part of you
will always belong to Chicago,

but Hawaii has claimed you
as one of its sons,

and I truly believe that
the islands are a better place

because you are here.

Damn it, Max.

Jerry.

Thank you for being a friend
and all your counsel.

You've changed me in many ways,

and allowed me to grow in ways
I never could've imagined.

All of you will be ohana to me.

Forever.

I love you.

Max. To Max!

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