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Aloha, it's Luka.

You know what to do.

Don't worry, he'll show.

You guys are on next.

Our drummer's running late.

Any chance we can get
a little delay?

I can buy you a couple
of minutes, that's it.

You're on in five,

or you're not on at all.
Fire dancers!

Come with me.

Hey, man.

Luka, where you at?
I been calling you.

I'm sorry, Flip.
I messed up, I know.

I just had to take care
of something important.

What's more important than
the set we gotta play

in five minutes?
- I said I'm sorry.

Look, I'm about
to unload the kit.

I'll be right there.

Okay, I'll see if I can
hold off the stage manager.

Yo, she's like a straight-up
viper out here.

Luka?

Yo, Luka.

You still there?

Luka?

You still there?

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x14 ♪
Ikliki I Ka La O Keawalua
(Depressed With The Heat of Kealwalua)
Original Air Date on Febrary 1, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

- Duke.
- Commander.

What are we looking at?

Victim's van and wallet
were stolen.

No security cameras
or witnesses.

But we got a BOLO out
on the vehicle.

- Maybe we'll get lucky.
- How's he doing?

We managed to get
a statement from him,

but I think he's still in shock.

All right, give me a minute.

Could you give us
a minute, please?

We're gonna do
everything we can

to find out who did this,
you understand?

All I heard was a thud,

and a crack when his
phone hit the deck.

I thought he'd flaked
on the gig,

so I was annoyed.

That was the last time
I ever talked to him.

Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't do that.

Don't beat yourself up.
Not now, okay?

You got it?

Steve, something ain't
right about this.

Killed over his wheels
and an old drum kit? No.

Luka would have handed over
the keys like that.

Dude loved life too much to
risk it all over some stuff.

All right, listen to me,

I promise you,
as soon as I know something,

you're my first call.

All right? In the meantime,

I need you to do something
for me.

I need you to hang in there.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Thanks, Steve.
- I got you.

Noelani, what do we got?

Commander, we have
nine stab wounds.

- Jagged patterns at points of entry.
- Nine?

- Mm-hmm.
- That's a little excessive, no?

Yeah. As is the wound
on the carotid artery.

Seems our carjacker was
determined to not leave

any witnesses behind.

It's possible this guy
stole the van and the wallet

to make it look like
a carjacking.

I'm just saying
this looks, uh--

this looks like
something personal.

What else we got?

Just this.

- A long, blonde hair?
-Mm-hmm.

I found it on
the victim's shirt.

Could be completely
unrelated to our murder.

Yeah, or it could belong
to our killer.

All right, so our Vic,
Luka Palakiko.

The lab ran that foreign hair
found on his body.

No matches in the system,
but listen to this.

We did a deep dive on Luka.

So, when he wasn't
playing gigs with Flippa,

he worked as a family therapist
at a clinic in Kailua.

No criminal record,
but check this out.

In the last three months,

he paid over five grand
to a Venmo account,

and the owner's name
is Annie Kehr.

Who's Annie Kehr?

She's a 15-year-old
high school sophomore.

- With long, blonde hair.
- Mm-hmm.

This bird is making payments
to an underage girl

whose hair was found on his body
the night he was killed.

Screams "inappropriate
relationship."

It's the kind of relationship
that sets you right up

for blackmail,
not to mention murder.

Maybe Flippa didn't know his boy
as well as he thought he did.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just spoke to
Annie Kehr's parents.

They haven't seen her
since yesterday.

She was supposed to be
at a friend's house

studying for a test.
- Was she not there?

Not unless the friend
lives on Maui.

The flight record showed
that she took off yesterday.

In fact, the flight left
HNL Airport one hour after

Luka Palakiko was stabbed
to death.

Okay, well, if she pre-checked,
that would give her enough time

to get from the crime scene
to the airport, no?

Well, it certainly looks
like she skipped town.

Maui PD's looking
for her as we speak.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you really buy that
this 15-year-old girl

stuck nine holes
into a fully grown man,

one right through his neck?

Well, maybe she had help.

Maybe someone found out
about the relationship

and strongly disapproved;
I know that I do.

Tani Rey.

Okay, thanks for
the information.

We're gonna talk
to Annie ourselves.

Maui PD just picked her up
at a bus stop.

They're escorting her back
to Oahu as we speak.

Hi, Annie.

Uh, my name's Steve McGarrett.

I'm guessing you already met
my colleague here, Tani Rey.

Jill Yamada.
I'm Annie's lawyer.

Well,
you must know

that, as a minor, Annie
is under no obligation

to, uh, to speak to us without
her parents present, okay?

You think I want
to talk to them?

After what they did?

With all due respect, Commander,

this seems like overkill.

Why is Five-O involved
in a juvenile runaway case?

Ms. Yamada, this is
a murder investigation.

One in which your client
is a person of interest.

What are you talking about?

Luka Palakiko was
murdered last night.

One of your client's hairs
was found on the body.

Uh, Luk-Luka is--
Luka is dead?

No, no, no. No.

- When's the last time you saw Luka, Annie?
- Last night.

Um, he drove me to the airport
before his gig.

I had--

Annie, I'm really sorry
to have to ask this,

but were you and Luka
in a relationship?

What? No.
Luka-Luka was gay.

Okay.

Well, why was he
sending you money?

- Because he was trying to save my life.
- Luka was Annie's therapist.

He counseled LGBTQ youth.

Like me. I saw him
every Tuesday.

My parents thought
I was at debate club.

When they found out
I was gay, they...

flipped out.

Arranged to send me
to conversion therapy.

You say conversion therapy?

The state of Hawaii
banned that last year, no?

- For good reason.
- Yes, and that's why

Annie's parents want to
send her to a school in Idaho,

where it's still legal.

Luka didn't want to see that
happen to me.

That's why he arranged
to send me to a sanctuary home

for LGBTQ youth in Maui.

He was also paying
my legal fees.

We're working to
get Annie emancipated

so she can make
her own decisions.

The judge rejected
our first petition,

so her only chance now is

getting both parents'
signatures.

- Boss.
- Yo.

Hold it right here, please.

Speak of the devil.

We have a problem.

They're her legal guardians,
they have the right

to end this conversation
and take her away.

Please, don't make me
go home with them.

They're gonna send me
on a plane to that...

to that place.

Annie, you're not
going anywhere.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Everything okay?

Mr. and Mrs. Kehr,
Steve McGarrett.

Maybe we could go talk someplace
a little more private?

If that's okay.
Just through here.

Thank you.

This is crazy.

You have no right to keep us
from our daughter.

You drag us in here, tell us
she was picked up in Maui

in connection with a crime?

Yeah, she was involved
with a crime.

A murder, as a matter of fact.

Do either of you two
know a man

named Luka Palakiko?

No. Why?

Well, you should.

Your daughter was
seeing him once a week.

He's a counselor
for LGBTQ youth.

Well, he-he was.

Not ringing any bells, huh?

Thank you.

This is pretty
interesting.

I do have
another question.

Why'd you just lie to me?

I just asked you
if you knew Luka, you said no.

But here it says that you hired
a private investigator

to look into him.
- Buddy...

...unless you two have
a rock-solid alibi,

you've got some
'splaining to do.

Please, we're just trying to do
what's best for her.

We love our daughter very much.
We just hate the sin.

There's nothing sinful
about the little girl

sitting in my office right now.

It's a good thing she knows
that about herself, too.

Can I ask you a question?

I can't wrap

my head around this.

I have two children myself.

What kind of parents

would send their child off
to someplace to be tortured...

It's not torture, it's healing.

Whether you understand this or
not, this is spiritual warfare,

and we are battling
for the soul of our little girl.

All she needs is guidance

onto a better path
to make the right choice.

Choice?

Do your children make decisions

about their education,
or do you?

It's not Annie's fault
she entered life

with her wires crossed.

It's a problem with a solution.

Mr. Kehr, I don't know how to
break this to you, but Annie's

not the one
with the wires crossed.

Do you have children?

No, I don't.

But when I do,

I intend to love them
unconditionally,

for who they are.

Excuse me.

We're not done here,
so, uh, please get comfortable.

I'll be back.

Okay. What do we got?

Traffic cam caught Luka's van
at the intersection

of Kealanani and Farrington
20 minutes after TOD.

I got a clear shot of the
driver through the windshield,

ran it through facial rec,
and somebody popped.

Meet Connor Russell, 23-year-old
ex-con, and the driver

of Luka's stolen van.

Which makes him
look good for murder.

What was Russell in for?

He did three years of a
five-year bid in Halawa

for felony assault in the first.
Got out four months ago.

And that's just the kicker
on a rap sheet full of arrests

since he turned 18.

Plus, he has a sealed
juvenile record.

Who knows
what's on that.

So maybe this was a carjacking
and nothing more.

Or maybe the Kehrs hired
Russell to kill Luka,

in which case, we're gonna
find a connection somewhere.

Makes sense. I mean,
when their PI didn't turn up

anything actionable,
the Kehrs enlist

this ex-con Russell to
make their problem go away.

Okay.

For now,
we keep the parents on ice.

Okay? Presuming
they come up clean,

they do not leave this building

until they sign
Annie's emancipation papers.

All right? In the meantime,
Junior, grab Jerry,

go check out this guy's
last known address.

With pleasure.

Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.
Where is Connor?

It's okay.

Shh.

Okay, so I spoke
to the roommate.

She said she hasn't seen
Russell in a few days,

does not know where he is.
They never speak.

And he spends all his
time alone in his room.

You mean his locked room.

I'll go get the ram.

Hang on.

Coming through!

Or you could do that.

Clear.

Not what I was expecting.

Some ex-con living in a
normal house with a roommate.

Yeah, I get what you mean.

Like, take the encryption here.

This guy's got his computer
locked up pretty tight.

That means he must have
something worth hiding on it.

Damn it.

Let's hope I can
crack this puppy here.

I'm gonna have to take it
back to HQ.

All right, I'll call up CSU.

No, no. I got it.

Hey, Jerry, slow down.
What's your rush?

There were three charges
set on that computer,

only one of them went off.

Sounds like you got lucky

there, Jerry.

Yeah, I'm not feeling
so lucky, but thanks.

Guy hooks up a bomb
to his computer?

Now, there's somebody
who doesn't want anybody

finding out what's on it.
- Yeah.

I mean, I don't want anyone
finding out what's on mine.

What's that?

I mean not that there's
anything weird on it,

it's just, you know, my stuff.

But I just use your standard
80-bit password.

I agree.
A bomb's kind of extreme.

So we got an ex-con

who locks himself away
in his room all day

doing God knows what
on his computer.

And we know

he has skills with explosives.

Sounds like
a combustible situation.

No pun, I swear.

Guys, is that McGarrett
on the line?

Yes.

Good, he needs to hear
this-- Steve. It's Adam.

Hey.

Bomb squad just did
a sweep of the place.

Said t-the charges on the
computer were gunpowder-based,

but they also found trace
elements of ammonium nitrate

on four of his shirts and two
pairs of shoes in his closet.

Ammonium nitrate

is the key ingredient
for a fertilizer bomb.

Which is usually staged
in a large vehicle,

like a panel truck.

or a van.

Okay, wait a minute.

I get that Russell needs a van

to get this bomb to the target,

but why take
a massive risk

killing someone in a public
place? Why not just rent one?

Because he wants
to get away with it.

You rent a vehicle,
even under

a fake name, leaves a trail.

That's how they caught
Timothy McVeigh.

Yeah, and now we got
our own McVeigh

right here on the island.

All right, you're planning
a mass casualty attack,

it's gonna take a lot of things,
it's gonna take a lot of research,

it's gonna take
a lot of planning.

I think that's probably
what this guy was looking into

on his computer.

Yeah, well, take it from me,
CSU's gonna find Nada

on that machine. It's shot.

But maybe I can access
the data another way.

Uh, let me
head back to HQ,

dig around, see what I can find.

Jerry, you got
second degree burns.

- You don't have to be a hero.
- No, I'm good.

I mean, I'm even more fired up
to catch this guy.

Let's do this.

Uh, which reminds me,

I'm gonna need a pair
of working hands.

Junior, can you be my wingman?

Yeah, man. Let's go.

All right, good call, you two.

Tani, Adam, listen to me.
I need you to contact

the HPD and HDOT
right away, all right?

Tell them there is--
there is a mobile bomb

that could detonate
anywhere at any time.

They need to pull over

every van that matches
the make and model of this one,

doesn't matter if i-it's
a different color.

Russell knows we're onto him,

and it's highly likely
he slapped a coat of paint

on it already.

- You got it.
- Oh, also,

no checkpoints, all right?

I don't want this guy

triggering an early blast

'cause he thinks
the net's dropping.

Understood.

Hey, boss, listen,

Russell got out of prison
four months ago.

I'm thinking there's
a good chance that he came up

with his plan before that.

The Connor Russell I knew

was a nervous, angry kid,

but I never took him
to be a killer.

Why'd they bunk him with one?

A young guy like that
would get eaten alive

in a place like this.

Believe it or not,
I was the safest choice.

A guy
who murdered his wife

and a U.S. Marshal.
Safest choice, you?

I've changed my life around.

My work here, in the ministry,
in the library

is all aimed
at helping others do the same.

Everybody can change.

Even someone as
lost as... as Connor.

Uh,
no argument there,

but, uh, the problem is,
Connor changed for the worse.

Who'd he talk
to in here?

Who did he associate with?

He was shy, he wasn't
really built for prison,

or any other kind
of social life, for that matter.

He was scarred by relentless
bullying in high school,

so days, he spent by himself,
and at night, in the cell,

he only talked
to me because,

well, I was there.

And even then,
he didn't say much.

Here's the thing, this murder
of Luka Palakiko, we're thinking

it's the beginning
of something.

We have reason to believe that
Connor is planning some kind of

mass-casualty event.
- No.

- That's not the Connor I know.
- Well,

there's a strong possibility
that you didn't know this Connor

as well as you think you did.

Listen, admittedly,

this is a long shot,

but it could be
a psychotic break.

Connor is, uh,
in his early 20s,

when heritable disorders
typically have

an increased
opportunity

to present.

How in the hell
would you know all of that?

I'm in prison. All I do is read.

Hold on.

How are you-how are attaching
a heritable disorder to Connor?

Well, Connor's father was
a paranoid schizophrenic.

Oh, you didn't know that.

- No.
- Russell, Sr.

went off his meds and killed
himself when Connor was 13.

And perhaps

a different demon
from the same hell

has come to reclaim the son.

Listen to me,

I read Connor Russell's
medical report, all right?

There was nothing
in that history

that would indicate any of that.

Incomplete
medical records

in a state prison?

Color me shocked.

All right, thanks for your help.

If you think of anything else,

feel free to reach out,
all right?

So, Connor was a loner, bullied
relentlessly in high school,

now he's a bomb maker
who's possibly mentally ill.

All right, we got to find
which high school he went to.

Do me a favor, call HPD,
have them put a detail on it.

Yeah, Jerry, what do you got?

Got something you need to see.

Using the ISP from Russell's
building's Internet provider,

we located a private,
password-protected site

on the dark Web.

Take a look.

White power!

White power!
Blood and soil!

- Blood and soil!
- We got racism,

sexism and anti-Semitism.

It's like the hate trifecta.

Yeah,
what it is

is alt-right crap.
Online Klansmen, Neo-Nazis.

Yeah, it gets worse.
Check out this video.

Every proud member
of United Aryan Division

has been red-pilled.

Join us, do the same,

and the truth will be revealed to you.
- Russell.

The truth behind
our country's...

Okay, I mean, I'm starting
to think the murder of Luka

was a twofer, right?

- Uh, Russell gets his van...
- And he gets to exercise

his racial hatred by killing
a person of color.

We frontline soldiers,
we are the tip of the spear,

The blood of the impure
will run in the streets.

Blood from sea to shining sea.

All right, so maybe
I'm just being naive,

but I figured that Hawaii
would be the last place on Earth

that you'd find a Neo-Nazi.

Well, thanks to the Internet,
they're everywhere now.

Yeah.

And ours is building a bomb.

Can I help you, Officer?

Workers said they may have
spotted a vehicle of interest

pulling into this business park.

It's a, uh,
2005 Chevrolet van, white.

Haven't seen it, sorry.

Well, you mind
if I take a quick look around?

You made all this, huh?

Modern art's more
of my wife's kind thing.

Hmm.

You have yourself a nice day.

You too, sir.

Adam,

Tani, what do you got?
- We've pulled over 11 vans

and we're looking into leads
off a half a dozen tips,

but so far nothing.
- Boss,

I got to tell you,
we're up against it here.

We cast the net
as far as we could,

but HPD is stretched
to capacity.

Plus, we've got a finite number
of eyes in the sky;

we're not gonna spot
every van on the road.

Call NSA, all right?

Have them redirect
a keyhole satellite.

Every second on this one counts.

We got to find this guy
before he detonates that bomb.

Jerry.

- Please tell me you got something.
- I think so.

I've watched this,
like, a dozen times now.

And I think I'm finally
on to something.

Look at the language
he's using.

Five syllable words,
long sentences.

This from a guy who never
even graduated high school.

There's no way he could have
written this on his own.

Okay, so what?
You think--

he, maybe he's got
a co-conspirator and if we

find out who that is
then that might help us

identify the target.
- Exactly. Now check this out.

This is a new
toy I picked up

from some new
friends at Quantico.

It is a high-speed
text analysis algorithm

designed to look
for similarities

in language patterns.

See, everyone's got
their unique way

of speaking and writing
and what this program does

is it studies those patterns
and can often attribute them

to a specific writer.

So, we inputted the audio
from all the hate videos,

the transcripts of which are
currently being cross-referenced

with the whole Web
and the dark Web,

looking for phrasal
and/or keyword matches.

Is that a good sound?

That is a great sound;
it means we got a hit.

Okay, see? There are
two turns of phrases

that repeat often
in the videos.

"Tip of the spear" and
"from sea to shining sea."

Now, these same phrases
appear intact

in op-eds published in
a Scottsdale, Arizona newspaper

in the late '90s, early 2000s.

Now, this is a
mainstream publication,

so the odds are they
wouldn't be overtly racist.

But writers tend to reveal
themselves

by their word choices
and speech patterns.

So let's meet our author.

Roger Barton.

Russell's old cellmate.

Guess
where we're going?

You can't drive any faster
than this, man? Step on it.

- Usually you ask me to drive slower.
- Well, not today.

Anything you want
to talk about, buddy?

What you trying to say, man?

Back at HQ, you were watching
those videos,

balling up your fists pretty good.
- Just drive, please.

Keep your eyes on the road.
Just drive.

All right.

Commander McGarrett,
to what do I owe this...

Steve.

Steve!

Get up.

Found those videos.

You wrote those speeches.

Where'd you send that minion
of yours with that bomb?

If I knew, maybe you could
get it out of me, big fella.

Connor has chosen
his own destination.

I guess your Wizard
told you to smarten up

since you got
no swastika tattoos.

You're clean-cut,
most of you

are wearing suits now;
it's getting harder and harder

to pick you guys out
in the world.

And in the joint.
It's no wonder he's been flying

under the radar.

Halawa's an extremely
diverse environment.

Wouldn't be
the most welcome spot

for a Neo-Nazi
piece of trash like this.

No, no, no, no.
I'm not the trash.

I'm the one
cleaning it up.

Do you feel me, dawg?

Yeah, come on.

As bad as I'd like
to crack your head open

against this windowsill
like an egg,

I need some information.

Now what is this lunatic
gonna do next?

Where is he taking that van?!

Now, I-I expect this kind
of savagery from him,

but you, you're
the real disappointment.

I got
to hear this, Lou.

Let him go. I got to hear
this, please. Come on.

Instead of aligning yourself
with your people,

you've allowed yourself
to become a stooge

for the politically-correct
Neo-Marxists

who are trying to turn
this country into a place

where the worst possible crime
is a white man

speaking his mind.

Let's get one thing
straight, all right?

You are not my people.

My grandfather,

he died defending this country

from pricks just like you.

That's it and that's all.

I'm not taking this anymore.

You know what?
I'm done talking.

I'm gonna throw you a beating
you'll never forget.

Oh, no, no. It's too late
for that, now.

The reckoning
has already begun.

Hold on.

Commander McGarrett,
found this in a stash spot.

My man.

I told you

shaking down that cell
would pay off.

Prison phone calls are recorded

unless you got
your own personal burner.

You were scared, huh?

I was just messing
with you, dawg.

If you ain't gonna talk,

I'm pretty sure this will.

Commander, we got the SIM data

you sent over from the burner.

- Running it now.
- All right, guys.

I got Tani on
the other line.

Call me when you got something.

Yeah, we got a
hit on the van.

We're on the
way right now.

- Who called it in?
- Witness said a guy matching

Russell's description parked
a red van and walked off.

Dropping you a pin now.

Okay, I got it.

We're, like, 20 minutes out.

Call HPD, have them
set up a perimeter.

- We'll see you there.
- Copy that.

- What's taking so long?
- Captain says it's protocol

for the robot
to make first approach.

When? Next Thursday?

I got movement in the van.

Screw it.
Tani?

Tani! You gotta be
kidding me. Tani!

Clear.

Connor Russell,
get out of the van, now!

Damn it, he's trying
to throw us off.

Of course he kept the
white driver alive.

That maniac stole my truck!

All right, we got HPD and HDOT
looking for this new truck.

Please tell me you got
something off the SIM

that came out of
Barton's burner.

Yep, four frequent contacts

in addition to Connor Russell.

Yeah, and using
those five numbers,

we found a group chat
on the shadowy app

Tyrade, which is a go-to
platform for white nationalists

after they get kicked off of
mainstream sites like Twitter

and Facebook Messenger.
- What were they chatting about?

"The reckoning."
Whatever that means.

Also found an encrypted video

that Russell messaged
to the entire group

which has yet to post
on their boards.

And he told his buddies
that it was

set to automatically post
on a public forum

at 6:00 p.m. tonight.
- Okay, well, it's got to be

some kind of announcement
for after the bombing.

- You know? Like claiming credit?
- Well, they are terrorists.

Well, I'm working to crack
the encryption now.

Bingo.

On behalf
of United Aryan Division.

I'd like to begin
with a message of thanks.

Thanks for having us
in Honolulu.

In Seattle.

In Denver.

Chicago.

And in Virginia Beach.

Five cities.

They're detonating bombs
coast-to-coast.

"Blood from sea to shining sea."
And we're just getting started.

Come on, sweetie.
Let's go.

You too, Trevor.

All right,
these guys have got locations

in five different cities--

which means thousands
of potential victims--

and it's going down any minute.
- Yeah, but the problem is,

- we don't know where.
- What about the chat?

Do they name any targets
in the chat?

Scrolling back through it now.

There-- A link to a document

called "Fireworks
Shopping List." Open that.

Yahtzee. This doc lists
all five targets.

Honolulu's target is
Wailele Community Center.

There's got to be
at least a couple hundred kids there.

Jerry, get FBI and local PDs

to those other targets right
now. Do that right now.

Junior, call HPD.
Have 'em set up a perimeter

while we intercept the bomber. Grover...
- Got it.

I'm gonna call the center.

I'm gonna have
'em start evac

from the back.
- All right, good.

Grover, Junior,
you guys are with me.

Let's go. Jerry,
I want eyes on that place.

You understand?
Dig into the security system.

Comm up.
Let me know what you see.

Copy that.

Guys, I got a van
parked by the north entrance.

Okay, we got movement.

It's Russell.

Repeat, suspect is on site.

Commander, we got a problem.

Looks like Russell's got
a grip detonator.

Give it to me!

Take the shot!

I can't!

Suspect is down. Approach.
Repeat, suspect is down.

Request bomb squad
and immediate evac.

Careful.

Careful.

Keep moving! Keep moving!

All right.

Well, it should only take 'em,

I don't know, about 20 minutes
to defuse the bomb.

So you can relax.

Well, don't relax.

Look, I've seen you
play football, so, uh,

don't go all butterfingers
on us now.

♪ We shall overcome ♪

♪ Yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord ♪

♪ We shall overcome ♪

♪ Lord, sweet day ♪

♪ We shall overcome ♪

♪ One day ♪

♪ We shall overcome ♪

♪ One day ♪

♪ We shall overcome ♪

♪ Some day ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

Everyone's headed
down to the park.

What are you doing here?

Every now and then,
a brother needs his local.

Look, man,

if you came down here

for me to spill my guts,

then you're gonna have
to settle in,

'cause it's a long story.

♪ Lord, one day... ♪

June 1988.

One of my cousins was
graduating from high school

down in Belleville, Illinois,

in Southern Illinois
where most of my family's from.

And...

I'm driving.

After about five or six hours,

my stomach started growling,

telling me I needed
to put something in it.

So I took
the first exit I could.

Entered a town called
Elkhart, Illinois,

and found
a roadside little divey

cafe or whatever.

Get myself
something to eat.

Now, let me preface this
by saying--

since you don't know about
Elkhart, Illinois, I assume--

that it is the country.

And I'm talking country,
country-ass country.

Like time warp country.

So, of course, when, uh,

this face goes into that, uh,

that little divey cafe,

I get more
than a few sideways looks

from the two good ol' boys
sitting at the bar.

Didn't bother me.
Nothing I hadn't seen before.

Just sat down, ordered my food,

and started eating.

But, um, not long after I did,

a couple walked in.

Black couple.

And, um...

to this day,

I have no idea

why them two
redneck sons of bitches

chose them instead of me,

but they did.

Because
as soon as they sat down--

and I mean as soon

as they sat down,

them two good ol' boys
got off their stools

and went right for 'em.

And one of them said
something that...

...I cannot repeat.

Moments like that
happen man, and...

you know what's coming;
hairs on your arms

stand up, you get tense
all over your whole body.

You feel... your anger
just welling up.

The blood rushes to your ears

and it feels like somebody
just set a damn match to them.

I heard those words
and I immediately found

a desire to join
the conversation.

So I went over there.

And... the three of us
just went at it.

Like animals.

And what started on the
inside of that place

spilled into the outside,

in the parking lot.

And them boys gave me
an ass whupping

and I gave them one, too.

But, uh, it was two of them.

So...

When the cops showed up,

I am not ashamed to say

that I was not upset.

I had my share

of lumps and bruises and blood.

But the thing

that stood out the most
from that is...

breaking a finger.
Same finger right here.

So I showed up
at my cousin's graduation

looking like I had been
in a hatchet fight

and everybody had a hatchet
but me.

Fingers taped together

with a makeshift splint

made out of Scotch tape

that I picked up
from a Shop 'n Save.

I'm really sorry
you went through that, Lou.

I appreciate that, man. I-I...

Funny enough, though,
I don't really...

I don't really think about it
as much here, you know?

This place is-is certainly

much different, and, um...

things like that

don't happen.

I tell you, man,

this damn...

this damn finger is the reason

why I can never put it
completely out of my mind.

Because an hour
before it rains, and it...

this damn finger takes me right
back to that nightmare. I...

And it rains a lot

on this island of yours.

I love you, man.

I love you right back.

Cheers.

♪ I know a great ♪

♪ Hawaiian man ♪

♪ They made of stone,
made of sand ♪

♪ And as I watch him
walk across ♪

♪ The lonely beach ♪

♪ I find myself surrounded
in the sadness ♪

♪ Of his eyes... ♪

Commander McGarrett?

Hey, Annie. How you doing?

I just wanted to say thank you.

For everything.

My parents signed the papers.

That's great news.
Congratulations.

They may never change, but...

...now my life will.

So thank you.

It's our pleasure.

Well, that's my cue.
You better get up there.

Okay.

Don't cry, Annie.

Look to your left.

Now look to your right.

I guarantee

in both directions you're
seeing people who are here today

because of what
Luka did for them.

Now I want us

to do something for him.

If you knew Luka in any way

and he touched your life,

I want you
to take out your phone...

...and turn on the flashlight

and hold it up like this.

Higher.

I want him to see us down here

and see us saying,

"Thank you, and we love you."

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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