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Previously on Hawaii Five-0:

Chin, what's the matter? You know this guy?

Yeah, his name is Gabriel Waincroft. He's my brother-in-law.

What I should do is throw you off this roof.

And I should do the same for not protecting my sister.

You murdered my father, you son of a bitch.

Tell me why!

Delivery.

You see, this is a chess game to him.

He just sent us a very clear message that he is Mossad.

I'd like to introduce you to Inspector Abby Dunn.

San Francisco P.D. is putting together a task force based on what we do.

- Aloha. - Hi.

I like you, Chin. I... Heh.

- I really like you. - I like you too, Abby.

But I'd rather have this conversation in person.

Except I'm in San Francisco right now.

It's work stuff.

Look, it's... It's all there.

- Let me see my brother now. - Deal's a deal.

Matty. Matty, it's me.

Take him with you or would you prefer that we ship him?

- There's my boy. Come here. - Mama.

- Hey, Ma. - Hello, handsome.

Mm, so good to see you.

We all deserve nice things.

An escape from the bland, the mundane, the vanilla.

What you've seen here today can be your escape.

The Mau Loa Vacation Club is offering an exclusive opportunity

for timeshare ownership.

And if you sign up with us today, you too can live the dream.

Shall we?

- He's very good. - Yeah, yeah, he's great.

You know, timeshare ownership is kind of like an oxymoron.

You know, you basically get a fancy hotel room

with a mortgage payment, that's all it is.

Does someone have a question?

No. No, my husband was just remarking

on how beautiful the place is.

- Mr. Williams. - Mm.

Let me paint this picture for you.

- Okay. - The sun's melting into the Pacific.

You've got a bottle of Domaine Chandon Étoile Rosé on ice

and this beautiful wife of yours in your arms.

Can you imagine anything more romantic than that?

No, no.

You can put the paintbrush down for a second.

Honey, I need to speak to you alone...

No, no, don't be rude, sweetheart. It's okay.

- Just carry on. We're good. - Clara, now. I need to speak...

I gotta speak to her right now. You understand, right? See?

- Come on. - Excuse us.

We'll be right back.

- Sorry. - Promise.

- Ma? - Yeah.

Make it stop. It's over. Please, I don't wanna do it anymore.

- You promised. - Yeah, I did. I promised.

I promised I'd pretend I was Dad so you could get tickets to a cruise.

To where, I have no idea.

Okay, but you... You promised me it will only take one hour.

- We've been here for four hours. - Four hours is nothing.

Do you know how long I was in labour with you?

- Thirty-six hours. - Mm.

Not to mention every Saturday,

all those Little League tournaments. Remember those?

Driving all over the Tri-state area?

I sacrificed for you.

So man up and pretend that we're married,

because I am not leaving here without that cruise. Got it?

Mm-hm. I got it. You're gonna be on a cruise, I'm gonna be in therapy, Ma.

- About time. - Ma?

- Need help over there? - Unh.

Fix him, please.

- Hey, what do we got? - So our victim's a John Doe.

He was brought in DOA, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest.

- The guy who brought him in? - His name is Neil Palea.

CSU swabbed his hands. No trace of GSR.

- Doesn't look like he's our shooter. - What's his connection to the vic?

Mm, he wouldn't tell me.

What, he's refusing to cooperate?

Not exactly.

Hey, Neil.

This is Commander Steve McGarrett. Remember, I told you about him?

He needs to ask you a few questions.

My uniform is stained.

I can't show up for work like this. I need to go home and change.

Okay.

No problem.

Neil like Neil Armstrong?

First man on the moon.

Commander Armstrong's left boot hit the lunar surface

at precisely 2:56 Coordinated Universal Time.

Yes, sir.

One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

"One small step for a man."

Acoustic analysis confirmed the missing syllable.

Really?

- Did you know that? - No.

I didn't know that either. Huh.

You know, Neil, I really just wanted to, uh,

ask you about the guy you brought into the hospital today.

Was he a friend of yours?

What was his name?

- Mark. - Mark.

Thank you.

- You know what his last name was? - I already told you his name.

We're late for work.

Oh, you and Mark work together?

Oh. Where was that?

Hey, Neil, Mark was...

Mark was hurt.

Real bad. He died.

And I wanna find the person who did it,

so I need you to tell me what you saw.

Do you know who hurt Mark?

Okay, Neil. That's okay.

Neil came to us about five years ago

after his mother passed away.

He's highly functioning and capable of a lot,

but like anyone on the spectrum, he's had his difficulties.

Social interactions, for example.

Neil doesn't really have friends.

That's why Mark was so important to him.

You know, I'm wondering if, uh, the reality of Mark's death

has actually sunk in yet.

Well, Neil processes trauma differently than you and I.

His routine is very important to him, and Mark was part of that routine.

Every day Neil would take the bus to Mark's house,

and they would drive to work together.

And on Saturdays, they played Konane.

A disruption of that routine may be more difficult for him

- than Mark's death. - Hey, Neil.

You know, Janet was just telling me

that, uh, you go by Mark's house every morning before work.

Did you go there today?

- Yes. He was hurt. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- Can you take me to Mark's house? - No.

I'm one hour and 47 minutes late for work.

- I'm gonna be in trouble. - Neil,

remember what we talked about?

Sometimes schedules can change.

Now, Commander McGarrett needs your help.

No. No. I have to leave.

I have to close P-2 at 9 p.m. Very important.

How about this, Neil, what if we make a deal?

What if you show me where Mark's house is

and I promise you I will get you to work before 9 p.m.

Number 6 bus.

Okay.

At the coffee shop, make a right.

It's the house with the blue mailbox.

Blue mailbox.

All right, buddy.

Hey, Kono, uh,

- stay with Neil for a minute? - Yeah. Copy that.

Five-0.

- Clear. - Clear.

Valuables are untouched.

This wasn't a robbery, it was an execution.

Vic's name is Mark Walker.

Looks like he was headed to Los Angeles

and he was planning on taking Neil with him.

One-way tickets purchased this morning.

These guys were in a hurry to get out of town.

Yeah, but who were they running from?

Neil, how you doing? You okay?

You promised you would take me to work.

- You can't break a promise. - Nope.

You're right, I'm not gonna break the promise.

We're gonna go to work, okay? We're going to work.

I... I just... I gotta ask you one question.

Did Mark say anything about you going to Los Angeles today?

No.

No more questions. You told me you would take me to work.

Okay. All right.

Okay, let's go to work, Neil. Come on.

Let's get you to work, buddy. Okay.

All right?

Neil, I gotta just say goodbye to my friends over here.

Is that okay?

Okay?

Um... All right, we get anything else on the vic?

We found out Mark has an ex-wife and a daughter on the island.

We'll reach out, see if they know anything.

Yeah, but until we find out who murdered Mark or what he was into,

we have to assume that Neil's in danger.

All right. Look, I promised I'd take him to work, okay?

So I'm gonna hang with him for a while tonight,

see if I can maybe build up some trust,

maybe he'll tell me a few things and fill in the blanks, you know?

Yeah.

Why does the clean-up guy look like Gerard Hirsch?

Because it is Gerard Hirsch.

Hirsch, what are you doing? What is this?

Well, since you took away my livelihood, I've had to adapt.

After seeing how busy you all were,

I figured I should, uh, feed off the teat, as they say.

- Thanks for that image. - Charming.

So you've been in business since '82, huh?

Nothing wrong with a little white lie.

My customers like to feel that they're in experienced hands.

Ah, instead of the hands

of an ex-art-forger- turned-Waikiki-caricature-artist?

I don't see your better half.

Where is the lovely Inspector Abigail Dunn?

Don't tell me you two have broken up already?

She's in San Francisco on business. Don't change the subject.

How did you know we were here?

I got a police scanner.

- The early bird gets the blood splatter. - It's spatter.

Whatever. Point me to the carnage.

Early bird, you're too early. Okay?

CSU hasn't finished processing the scene.

When they finish, we'll call you. Okay?

- Who's the new guy? - I gotta go.

- Yeah, me too. - All right.

Well, uh, give me a call when the place is ready to be cleaned.

Or for any other, uh, needs you may have.

Are you implying sexual needs, Gerard?

Um...

- Sure. - I'll pass.

For now.

I don't know how many ways I can say no.

- Just... I... - He just doesn't listen.

I know. They're all the same. The same.

They lure you in with a prize, then they hit you with the hard sell.

- Yeah. - Mr. and Mr. Williams.

- It's your lucky day. - Ahem. I bet.

I just got off the phone with my manager

and he's agreed to release that primo third floor unit

at a special discounted rate.

But we'll need to lock this deal up tonight.

Okay, look, um, we really appreciate the efforts.

You're doing a fantastic job. The pocket square is phenomenal.

But anyway, we're not gonna... No timeshare.

We're not gonna get involved in it

today, tomorrow, anytime, no timeshare.

So, uh, if we could get those cruise tickets

and end this very long day, that would be fantastic.

Mr. Williams,

it's clear to me why your wife loves this place.

She's a sophisticated woman with impeccable taste.

- Mm. - Do you really wanna disappoint her?

If we get the cruise tickets, yes, I can live with that.

I have to say I am surprised.

I mean, you struck me as the kind of man

who would do anything to keep his wife happy.

Think about it, Mrs. Williams.

Every morning, waking up with the Pacific Ocean

calling out to greet you.

The warm, salty air tickling your naked skin.

Okay. That's enough.

That's my mother.

- No more, okay? - What?

Yeah. My dad couldn't make the trip. It's not a big deal. But that's that, so...

It was all a sham. Okay?

- It's over now. - Daniel?

- What? - Seriously?

- Uh-huh. - But you still have money, right?

We split up about six months ago.

Mark had a bad gambling problem.

He bounced around jobs for a little while,

and that's why he ended up working at the garage a year and a half ago.

No one else would hire him.

Did he ever talk about Neil?

Yeah. They were pretty close.

He liked the fact that Neil didn't judge people.

Did he ever mention anything about taking Neil on a trip to Los Angeles?

Not to me.

We were barely in touch until a week ago.

And what happened a week ago?

Mark showed up, wanted to tell me about some trust

that he was setting up for our daughter.

Ahem. Ma'am, if you don't mind my asking,

how much money did he leave your daughter?

Well, I haven't gotten any paperwork yet.

But knowing Mark, it couldn't have been that much.

Ooh, boy, was his ex-wife wrong.

I looked into that trust.

Mark wired a hundred grand into his daughter's account.

All right, well, that's a lot of money for a guy who makes 12 bucks an hour.

Maybe... Maybe he's coming off a big gambling win or something.

No chance. His ex-wife said he was addicted.

If he was still in the game, he'd be in it till he was broke.

Wherever he got that money could be what got him killed.

All right, I'll call you back.

- What's going on, Neil? - It's 8:58, and it takes me two minutes

to walk down to P-2 and set up the cones.

What's going on, Neil? Why are you closing this down?

I can't talk about it.

I have to go.

- They're gonna be here. - Who's gonna be here?

Neil, who are you waiting for?

Mark said not to talk about it.

Top secret.

Okay.

Well, I'm impressed.

- Definitely took skill. - Yeah, whoever did this

tunnelled at least 20 yards,

then had to get through 3 feet of steel-reinforced concrete.

And that was before they got to the 5 inches of solid steel.

Wow. You said nothing was taken?

Cash is all accounted for.

Safety deposit boxes are all untouched.

They literally walked in, hit the emergency release,

and walked out the door.

Who breaks into a vault to get inside a bank?

As crazy as it sounds, it does make sense.

See, our security office is right outside the vault.

From there you can shut down the bank's alarm system

without tripping any surveillance cameras or motion sensors.

Yeah. All right, Mr. Fuller, we're gonna need to see

- all the security footage, please. - That's not possible.

- The thieves deleted it. - Right.

Well, do either of you have any idea what they were after?

We have customer records and files,

but we checked. Everything's accounted for.

What about the private offices?

Miss Koha and I checked both ours. Nothing's been disturbed.

And the employees in all the other offices say nothing's missing.

Okay. And how many people know about the security layout in here?

Maybe a dozen people.

We're gonna need to question them.

We're also gonna need full inventory of the back offices.

- Of course. - Hey, guys.

Yeah. Keep us posted, please.

So it looks like Mark used his key card

to let the crew in every night at 9 p.m. for the last six nights.

Any cameras in the garage?

Yeah, but every night from 8:55 p.m. to 5 a.m.,

the cameras at the entrance and on P-2 were conveniently down.

I think I might have an idea

where Mark got the money for his daughter's trust.

- He was their inside man. - Right.

For 100 K, he gave them access to the garage

and a guarantee he'd look the other way when they dug their tunnel.

Probably made assurances that he could keep Neil quiet.

I'm thinking at some point Mark must have realized

that he and Neil were both loose ends

and the crew was gonna clip them once the job was done.

Which is why Mark wanted to skip town with Neil.

Right.

- Am I in trouble? - No. No, you're not in trouble.

You were given a set of instructions, you followed them.

- End of story. - What story?

Neil, what he means is that's it. There's nothing more to say.

Then why don't you say that?

I don't know. I, uh...

I don't know, you're right. Neil, you're right. And...

And I... And from now on, I will say that.

But right now, we need to ask you about the guys

who've been coming here every night.

I'm not supposed to talk about it.

Yeah, I know. I know, but you see, the thing is, we really need you to.

Neil, we think those are the same men who killed Mark.

We need to find them before they hurt someone else.

Are they gonna hurt me?

No. No, no, no. No one's gonna hurt you, Neil.

No one's gonna hurt you.

But, uh, see, the thing is, you're the only one who's seen them,

so we need your help.

Can you tell us how many of them there were?

- Four. - Okay. All right.

- Do you know their names? - No.

Can you describe what they looked like?

- He broke the rules. - Who broke the rules?

Every night, he'd smoke in the stairwell.

I told him once it's not allowed. He got very angry.

After that, Mark said I should not talk to him.

Okay, can you tell us what that man looked like?

- Mm. - It's okay.

What are the cigarettes he smoked, Neil?

Can you tell us what kind of cigarettes he smoked?

I picked them up after my shift, but I didn't throw them away.

I thought someone could see them and report it.

Yup. Well, you did the right thing. Can I have those?

Thank you. Thank you.

Let's get these to Eric. See if he can pull some DNA.

Mm-hm.

You did real good, Neil. You did real good.

Thanks, Mom.

It's, uh...

It's an interesting, um, sandwich there, Ma.

There's no, uh... There's no condiments.

No mustard, no mayo. You didn't, uh, cut off the crust

like you know I like. Ma?

I see. You're, uh... You're upset with me

because I blew the, uh, cruise tickets,

and now you're giving me the silent treatment.

Just stealing a page out of your playbook, sweetheart.

- What does that mean? - When you were growing up

and I did something that you didn't like, you froze me out.

Right. I... I mean, I was a little child.

You're an adult woman. It's very mature, though.

Yeah. Well, how does it feel?

How does it feel? I don't know.

Definitely doesn't taste good, though.

- Detective Williams. - Yeah.

I'm Special Agent Kang with the FBI.

I'd like to speak to your mother, Clara.

- About the timeshare? - No, it's about your brother, Matthew.

My brother, Matthew? Matthew's been dead for over a year.

What do you wanna talk to my mom for?

Just need to ask her a few questions.

Uh, okay. Uh, but now's, um, not a good time.

My kids are on the way over.

Later today is fine. See you then.

All right. Give you a call.

Do you have any idea why the FBI would wanna talk to you about Matty?

- Matty? No, I have no idea. - Uh-huh.

All right.

Okay, one orange soda with a blue straw.

I like your models.

Thank you.

You know, I actually served on this one a few times.

The USS Enterprise.

A lot of fond memories.

We called her the Big E.

That was her nickname.

You know, Neil, you probably already know this,

but this ship was a tracking station...

For the Friendship 7 space capsule.

It was used in the third Mercury mission.

Astronaut John Glenn was the pilot,

and on that mission became the first American to orbit the Earth.

That's right, Neil.

Can I pick it up?

You're supposed to ask before you touch someone's things.

Yeah. Yeah.

Have at it.

It's pretty cool, huh?

Hey. Our stairwell smoker,

- we got an ID on him. - All right.

Hey, Neil, can you, uh, do me a favour?

Okay, so Eric processed the cigarette butts that Neil collected.

We got a DNA hit on this guy.

Tyson Vargas.

Did two years at Halawa for robbery.

Was paroled six months ago.

Hey, Neil, is that the guy that, uh...?

That you saw smoking in the stairwell?

Yeah.

Clear.

Nothing to indicate they fought back.

- These guys were taken by surprise. - I got Vargas over here.

Neil said there were four men.

I'm thinking this is the entire heist crew.

Or maybe there's a fifth man and this is a double cross.

If not, then whatever they stole from the bank

really pissed somebody off.

Liver temperature puts TOD at approximately 11 a.m. this morning.

As for the cause of death, well, that should appear obvious.

Additionally, our victims suffered extreme abrasions

and various premortem contusions.

If they were tortured before they were executed,

maybe they gave up what they stole.

You know, that supports your "fifth member of the crew" theory.

If that's the case, Neil still might be in danger.

Kono, do me a favour. Take him back to his apartment

and have H.P.D. put a full security detail on the place

- until all this is done. - Copy that.

Max, we gotta ID these guys right now, please.

Sam Liliha.

Leo Cruz.

And finally we have Paul Koha,

in our system for armed robbery and aggravated assaulted.

- Paul Koha? - You recognise that name?

The assistant manager at the bank, Ella Koha.

Well, I'm guessing that's not a coincidence.

Ella, your brother,

he was part of the crew that robbed your bank, all right?

Which means you had to have been involved.

It wasn't like that.

It wasn't?

Then tell us how it was.

I found out that Mr. Fuller was laundering money for a client.

- Which client? - I don't know. I swear.

The funds were spread out across dozens of falsified accounts.

I found out he was keeping records and account numbers

in his office safe.

I told my brother about it,

and he said we'd be taking money from someone

who probably stole it themselves.

No one would get hurt.

We could drain the accounts,

and my manager, Mr. Fuller, wouldn't be able to report it to the police.

That explains why they ignored all that cash in the vault.

They'd have to carry all that money.

The account numbers would be worth more.

How much money did your brother and his crew steal, Ella?

Ninety-four million dollars.

Where's the money now?

I transferred it to an offshore account.

All right.

So whoever executed the crew...

...is looking for that money.

Was Mark a bad person?

No.

Sometimes people make bad decisions.

It doesn't change the fact that Mark was your friend,

and that he cared about you.

Wait a minute, what could the FBI possibly want with your mother?

I have no idea. Why do you think I'm calling you?

- Did you ask her? - Of course I asked her.

- What kind of stupid question is that? - Whoa.

Why are you getting mad at me?

Because I don't have time for the obvious.

I gotta drop my mom at the feds in 20 minutes, and I have no idea why.

Stop. You want me to come down there, I'll come down there, all right?

No, that's very nice of you, but you got your hands full.

Hey, you know what? You could use those cruise tickets

and flee the island, huh?

That's very funny, Steve.

I would do that except for the fact that I didn't get the cruise tickets.

Anyway, listen, I gotta go

before my mom ends up on America's Most Wanted.

Okay, listen, if you need me, I'm here, all right?

Thank you very much.

- Yo. - APB is out on Fuller.

We got units stationed at his home and at the bank.

The thing is, his car is parked at his house

and his cell phone has been turned off.

He knows we're looking for him.

We're not the only ones.

I mean, whoever Fuller was laundering money for

is now out just under a hundred mil,

so I'm pretty sure they'd like a word with him too.

- Ah. Aloha, colleagues. - That's a stretch.

Hirsch, what are you doing? You're not supposed to be here.

Rules are meant to be broken.

I spent my entire life in an industry where conventional wisdom

is constantly challenged by the avant-garde.

- What are you talking about? - I'm not really sure, to be honest.

But I did find something that might interest you.

First, I need to know that I'm your guy.

I wet your beak, you wet mine.

Just to be clear, did you just threaten to withhold evidence

unless we give you a first-call guarantee?

Is that what just happened?

Your words, not mine.

Well, here's a few more words:

"Obstruction of justice."

Message received.

- Good. - Um,

while I was cleaning the Tyson Vargas crime scene,

I discovered this laptop.

The lid was closed.

Your geek squad just dusted it, got some unusable partials,

but the real prize was inside the Cracker Jack box.

- What does that even mean? - Check it out.

On the outside, spotless.

But inside, beaucoup blood.

That computer was open when that crew was executed.

Shooter comes in looking for his money,

he checks the laptop and sees a zero balance.

Right, which means there could be useable prints on this thing.

I'll have the lab process the inside of the laptop.

I hate saying this. Good work, Hirsch.

Oh, what do you know, a compliment.

Hey, H.P.D. just grabbed Fuller at the airport.

- They're bringing him in. - All right, good.

Mrs. Williams, on April 19th, 2011,

agents from the New Jersey field office paid you a visit.

Your son, Matthew, had been on the run for months,

and the FBI wanted to know if he had made contact with you.

Right. And I'll tell you what I told the agents then.

I had not spoken to Matty for well before he disappeared.

Are you aware that lying to a federal agent is a felony?

What...? What...? What is this?

Ask your mother. She should recognise it.

It's a bank statement showing a balance of nearly $50,000.

Okay. So what?

Your brother opened this account in your mother's name

after he became a fugitive.

We've been monitoring it ever since.

We had no proof that she was aware of the account

until a couple of weeks ago

when she withdrew $700 to purchase a plane ticket to Hawaii.

Mrs. Williams, the only way you'd have known about this account

is if you'd been in contact with your son.

That's not true.

Then how do you explain this?

Because a couple of months after we lost Matty,

the bank called and told me about the account.

I don't know when he deposited the money

or how he even got it.

I only used it so that I could come and visit my son and my grandchildren.

All right, Ma, you don't have to say anything else. Look, she didn't know.

I'll pay back the $700. That's it, we'll call it a day, okay?

Well, that's a generous offer, detective. But it doesn't change the fact

we can still arrest your mother for obstructing justice.

For...? Are you kidding me?

This case should've been closed when my brother was murdered.

What is...? What's going on? What is this about?

Mrs. Williams, I'd like a minute with your son.

You're free to go.

No, I'll... I'll walk her out. Come on.

- I'm so sorry. - Mom, not in here. Come on.

You would have made me turn him in.

I know. I know. That's okay.

I would've done the same thing if it had been you.

I know. You did the right thing, okay?

I promise. I would've done the same thing.

It's okay, Ma. Come here.

- Okay. I love you. - I love you too.

Okay, one more time.

Mr. Fuller, who were you laundering the money for?

Okay.

When you were planning your getaway,

our techs did some digging into the bank's security system.

Yeah, they found out you were telling the truth

about the surveillance video being scrubbed.

What you neglected to mention

was that you were the one that scrubbed it,

almost three hours after the break-in.

You saw the video of the break-in, you recognised Ella's brother.

Then you sent somebody to execute him and his crew

and get the money back.

- I want a lawyer. - Oh, he wants a lawyer.

Oh, well, the best lawyer in the world

ain't gonna keep you from spending the rest of your life in jail.

Guys.

Crime lab got a print off that laptop.

It belongs to Gabriel Waincroft.

Lucky day. This is gonna go quicker than we thought.

So we now know that you've been laundering money

for Gabriel Waincroft, which means we also understand

why you haven't been telling us anything.

- Because you're scared of him. - And you should be.

Go ahead, you play tough guy with us all you want.

- He's gonna kill you. - He's gonna kill you.

As soon as he finds you.

And even jail won't protect you from that.

He's right. Unless we get to him first, though.

How do you think you're gonna do that?

Well, that's where you come into it.

Where the hell have you been?

Tracking down your cash.

- My assistant manager, Ella, has it. - Where is she now?

I just spoke to her.

- She's at home. - Send me her address.

I can get your money

and I can meet you anywhere you want.

That's not necessary.

Just give me the address.

I have everything under control.

I'm not gonna let you guys use me as bait.

Okay, Ella, the guy you stole from, he knows who you are.

And he can get to you anywhere.

You wanna stay alive, you help us catch him.

Steve.

I got her.

I think she's right.

Listen, no one wants to catch Gabriel more than I do,

but we ran this play once before,

and the bait ended up getting stabbed 28 times.

We're tracking Gabriel.

We got a lock on his cell. I say we go in now.

That's too risky.

There's too many variables that we can't control, all right?

But we bring him to us, we have the tactical advantage.

- All right, Kono, we're in position. - All good here. ETA on Gabriel?

He's heading south on Punahou, a block away from King.

We should have visual in a few seconds.

Hold on, guys, the signal just went dark.

Hey, if Gabriel killed his phone,

that means he must know he's walking into a trap.

Guys, I've got a visual on our target and four hostiles

moving on your location from the east side.

- Gabriel knows we're here. - Kono, hold your position.

Copy that.

Lock yourself in the bathroom, lie down in the tub and stay there.

No matter what, don't come out unless I tell you.

Guys, we're gonna go floor by floor, split this building into thirds.

Shoot anything that moves.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Girl, I love you.

Love you too.

Hey.

You okay?

I will be.

Where is he? Where's Gabriel?

He's where he belongs.

You have been asking me

the same exact questions for the last two hours.

My answers are not gonna change, okay?

I was not in contact with my brother, and I did not help him in any way.

- I find that hard to believe. - Yeah, I know.

You and your brother were close.

In fact, you were the last person to see Matt before he fled the country.

And with all the resources at your disposal,

as a member of Five-0,

you'd have done everything in your power

to locate and assist your brother.

Mm.

- Right. - Smile all you like, Detective Williams.

- We both know it's true. - No, I'll tell you what we both know,

is that you, my friend, just showed your hand.

It's not about a bank account.

Someone's pulling the strings here, I'm just not sure who.

This is not about my brother.

It's about me, about Five-0, about the people that I work with.

Am I right?

Hmm?

It's okay. Don't answer.

Hey.

You.

You got something you wanna ask me, just come on out, ask me, okay?

This isn't going anywhere.

Maybe not.

But this task force has crossed the line before,

and they will again.

You just need to be there when it happens.

Yes, sir.

You all right?

Yeah, I'll make it.

We had him.