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Previously on Hawaii Five-0:

It's not that I don't love you. I do.

But I have to go away for a little bit.

How long?

The truth is I don't really know.

- So you're going back to Afghanistan?
- No, Nepal.

If you leave today, I can't...
I can't wait for you.

Not anymore.

I'll always, always love you.

- Where are you?
- On my way.

What about your cover?

Didn't question it.

Are you sure you can do this,
lieutenant?

Absolutely.

Hello.

Hello.

What makes you think
it was Catherine?

It was an international number
but there was no country code,

which means the call came
from a satellite phone.

Plus I got two other calls
just like it recently.

- Detective Williams.
- Yeah.

I'm Special Agent Kang
with the FBI.

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.

This is not about my brother.
This is about me. This is about Five-0.

This is 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.

EMS responding
to pedestrian versus auto.

Twenty-five-year-old male.
BP 140/90. Tachy at 160.

ETA two minutes.

Okay, what are we looking at?

About 14 hours in this guy.

So cancel your dinner plans.

Patient is a 24-year-old male.
Broken femur, one cracked rib.

Patient's bleeding internally
from a ruptured femoral artery.

Thank you.

So you're the new pro
they brought in from the mainland.

Long way from Cleveland General.

Mm-hm.
- Welcome to paradise.

Okay, I'm good.

Ready when you are.

Then let's get going. Scalpel.

Hey!

Oh, no!

- So this is the guy who's after us?
- Yeah.

Hmm.

Who is he?

He's Federal Prosecutor
Robert Coughlin.

- Coughlin?
- Coughlin.

Yeah, he's Rex's brother.

Recently transferred here
from Boston.

How do we know him?

Rex Coughlin was an IA detective

who investigated me
a few years back.

Hmm. What for?

Cash that went missing
from the evidence room.

Which Chin was exonerated for.

And then more recently,

he accused me
of protecting Gabriel Waincroft.

So, what you're saying
is you had no idea

that you gave a free ride to the kid

who would become
a ruthless cartel drug lord?

All I knew was that two years
after my dad died,

Gabriel told Malia
that he was leaving

to take a construction job
on the mainland.

Did you or your wife have any contact
with Gabriel after that?

Malia stayed in contact
with him for a few years,

but over time, it was just
too hard to get a hold of him.

So you're telling us you neither saw
nor heard from him

after he left for this so-called job
off the island.

Yes, that's what I'm telling you.

The whole thing was a witch hunt.

In Coughlin's eyes,
I was guilty until proven innocent.

He was so desperate
to bring Chin down

he made a deal with the devil
to do it.

What do you mean?

Rex cut a deal with Gabriel
in exchange for Gabriel agreeing

to testify against Chin.

Right, but while the deal
was being hammered out,

Rex made the mistake
of having Gabriel

temporarily transferred
out of Halawa.

It's all there, just as we agreed.
All it needs is your signature.

So, what do we do about this guy?

Well, first of all,
we need to figure out

if this is an official investigation
or just a personal vendetta.

If it is an investigation, Robert's gonna
have people working for him, right?

We need to figure out
who they are.

McGarrett.

All right. We're on our way.

Talk to me, Duke.

Got three dead:
two hospital staff and one patient.

Three more seriously injured,
including the real surgeon,

who was found unconscious
in the doctors' lounge.

Operating theory
is that this was a hit.

The guy on the table
was the intended target.

Everybody else was just collateral.

So who's this guy?

Tommy Luana, age 25,
unemployed, no family.

All right, it says here that he was
struck by a vehicle this evening.

Is there any possibility
that wasn't an accident?

Not a chance.

Why you say that?

It was one of our patrol cars
that hit him.

- One of ours?
- Luana just ran right in front of it.

Nobody knows why.
Officer behind the wheel tried to stop,

but it was impossible
to avoid the collision.

What else do we know that could tell
us why somebody wants him dead?

Not much. But you might be interested
to know that he was booked

on a 5 a.m. flight to Hong Kong.

We found the boarding pass
in his patient's belonging pouch.

Well, those travel plans are either
the world's biggest coincidence,

or Luana knew somebody was
after him, tried to get out of town.

Duke, was there a cell phone
in that pouch too?

- Yeah.
- Let's get that to the lab right away,

- see what they can pull off it.
- Copy that.

- Max, what do you got?
- Well, in the case of Mr Luana,

it appears the COD
was asphyxiation.

The killer elected
to simply just disconnect his ventilator.

And left unattended,
he quickly expired.

Well, at least the guy
died peacefully.

There is something quite puzzling.

Please note the four-inch incision
along the abdomen.

According to the nurse's report,
this wound was sutured

when Mr Luana
first entered the O.R.,

which suggests that he recently
underwent surgery.

- However, you can see that...
- Killer opened him back up.

Now, why the hell
would they do that?

I have no idea.

However, X-rays would
probably have been taken

when Mr Luana was first admitted
to the hospital.

Perhaps those images
can tell us something.

What is that?

It appears that until the time
of his murder,

Mr Luana had a small object
implanted near his abdomen,

just below the surface of his skin.

Well, add that up
with his travel arrangements,

I'd say Mr Luana
was some kind of a mule.

This wasn't a hit. It was a robbery.

The question is,
what was this guy carrying

inside of his body

that was worth taking out
a whole roomful of people?

We weren't supposed to meet
for another 72 hours.

- Yeah, well, couldn't wait.
- Clearly.

Okay, so what's going on?

Five-0 knows about you.

Yeah, well, I suppose
that was inevitable.

The important thing is
they can't know about you.

They don't.

But they're smart.
They'll figure it out soon enough.

Only if you slip up.

And I have faith that won't happen.

Inspector, this changes nothing.
You just keep doing what you're doing,

and sooner or later, we're gonna
get something solid on these people.

No, I don't think so.

Why's that?

I've been under for months now,
and I haven't seen anything

to warrant disbanding
or indicting members of Five-0.

Any of them.

Yes, they're aggressive,
but they stay in bounds.

- "Stay in bounds"?
- Mm-hm.

These guys keep moving
the boundary

to where there's no line anymore.

This is a different country than it was
when this task force was created.

Now, we're in a civil war.

The civilians versus anyone
with a badge.

And men like Steve McGarrett
have helped erode the trust

between what we do
and the people who need us.

- Then establish an oversight.
- It's too late for that.

These people have operated
by their own rules for too long now.

And in my experience,
free rein leads to gross misconduct.

Well, I haven't seen any.

You sure your relationship
with Chin Ho Kelly

isn't clouding your judgement?

Now, I understand
it's gotten personal for you.

Well, if you feel that way,
why don't you pull me out?

Oh, I see. You've got eyes on me.

In case I withhold intel,
you still get it anyway.

Well, once it got personal,
I had no choice.

Sir? With all due respect,
this operation is a witch hunt.

Excuse me?

You're looking for anything
to bring them down.

Any speck of impropriety.

Because this entire operation
is all about your brother.

Yeah. I know about that.

And I'm sorry, I'm not gonna be
a pawn in some personal vendetta.

I think you're forgetting your place,
inspector.

You're not the one
calling the shots here.

Now, this is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna go back to Five-0,

and you will stay under
until you get something.

Is that clear?

And if I refuse?

You're, what, gonna write me up
for insubordination?

When the San Francisco P.D.
agreed to participate

in this investigation,
it was with the understanding

that you would be
under my sole supervision.

Which means you work for me.

So either you do your job,
or you surrender your badge and gun.

Your choice.

So we're pretty sure
this is our suspect.

She was seen entering the hospital
about ten minutes

after Tommy Luana was brought in.

- Nice job dodging the cameras.
- Yeah.

I pulled every single angle.

Eight cameras, not one of them
got a clear shot of her face.

Here she is entering
the doctors' lounge.

And there she is leaving.

Now, this is where
it gets interesting.

See this tattoo?

Yeah, it looks
like a monarch butterfly.

Now take a look at this.

This is dash-cam footage
from the patrol car that hit Luana.

It's about a minute after impact.

Look at that.

Same ink.
Our suspect was at the scene.

Mm-hm. Not only that,
H.P.D. canvass turned up a witness

who says she saw a woman
in a hooded sweatshirt

running after Luana right before
he ran into oncoming traffic.

All right, I'm thinking Tommy Luana
was trying to flag down the patrol car.

Mm-hm. Except he was reckless
and got hit instead.

Meanwhile,
our suspect hangs around,

finds out what hospital he's being
brought to and follows him there.

I already ran the tattoo through
the H.P.D. database, came up empty.

All right, so the lab
just pulled location data

off of Tommy Luana's cell phone.
We may have a lead.

So yesterday afternoon, Luana visited
an herbal medicine shop in Chinatown.

Owner's name is David Yang.

This guy used
to be a big-deal plastic surgeon,

until about 20 years ago
when he got popped

for selling oxycodone prescriptions
and lost his licence.

But here's the interesting part.

Yang's actually been
on H.P.D.'s radar for a while

because the word is Yang
does backroom surgery for cash.

Mostly underworld clientele.

You're thinking whatever
was embedded inside of Luana,

that Yang put it there.

Yeah, Luana can't just walk
into a clinic and ask for that procedure.

All right, Danny and I are gonna
check out this Dr Yang.

If we can find out what Luana was
carrying, it might help us ID our killer.

Oh, boy.

What's with the eye roll?

You got poop in a jar.
"What's with the eye roll"?

This is not poop.
This is black mushroom.

This is a... This is a very, uh...

It has a lot of healing properties,
this particular fungus.

Hmm. I don't get how people buy into
this New Age crap. I don't understand.

Traditional Chinese medicine
has been around for centuries.

- It's hardly New Age science.
- It's hardly science.

I don't know about that.

I took some cat's claw once
as a pain reliever.

It worked pretty good.
Almost as good as aspirin, I'd say.

I will stick with the aspirin.
And you can waste your money

and time on this voodoo medicine
peddled by quacks.

Heh. Dr Yang is no quack.

Dr Yang is a healer.

Of the mind, the body and the soul.

Dr Yang is also in big trouble

for implanting small foreign objects
into people's bodies.

I think I should talk to my lawyer.

Your lawyer?
What you want to do that for?

We just want
to have a friendly conversation.

Tell me, do you recognise this guy?

- No.
- Nice try. Look.

We know he came here.

We know he left
with something implanted in his body.

We want to know
what that something is.

Doctor-patient privilege. Ask him.

Well, he's unfortunately dead,
so we can't ask him anything

unless maybe you got some magic
potion that can bring him back to life.

I'm sorry, I really don't know
anything about that.

Look, we know
you're not responsible.

All the same,
I want to talk to my lawyer.

No, no.
Trust me, you want to talk to us,

because if you don't talk to us,
we are going to tell everybody, uh,

that you are snitching for Five-0.

We're gonna put the word out
on the street

that you've given us the name
of every scumbag

that you ever stitched up
in this place.

Imagine what they'll do to you.

Okay. This guy needed
a temporary implant.

- All I did was the needlework.
- What did you implant?

A flash drive.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

What was...?
What was on the flash drive?

I don't know. And I didn't ask.

- All right, how'd you guys hook up?
- He was sent here by another man.

A customer who had been here
a few times before.

This man even paid for the job.

Good, okay. What was his name?

Chris Dalton, 32, no record.

According to Linkedln,
he's a cyber-strategist at Sillex Labs.

It's a computer company
with offices here on the island.

I'm uploading the address
to your GPS now.

- Okay, question.
- What's a cyber-strategist?

Yes.

Basically, his job is to protect
computer systems from hackers.

I also ran Dalton's financials.

And in addition to the 5K
he paid Dr Yang,

he also slipped 10 to Luana and
bought his plane ticket to Hong Kong.

And it looks like Dalton
was gonna follow him there too,

because he's booked on a flight
that leaves the day after tomorrow.

Not anymore, he's not.

You gonna keep looking
at your watch every ten seconds?

They said five minutes
ten minutes ago, all right?

- They said that.
- Gentlemen?

Gentlemen, I'm sorry
to keep you waiting. I'm Elliot Brenner.

Unfortunately, Mr Dalton
is unavailable at the moment.

But he's here. You're gonna
have to make him available.

Well, he's in the middle
of something very important.

Can I ask what this is about?

It's about a homicide
that we're working.

And we think he's connected,
so we'd like to see him.

- He's in here. Open it.
- Yes, sir.

You keep him locked up?

He's sequestered right now.

Mr Dalton is currently the subject
of an internal investigation.

What'd he do?

I'm not at liberty to talk about it.

Go ahead.

Guess Chris didn't want
to talk about it, either, huh?

- Where's he park his car?
- Over here.

How many ways
in and out of this area?

Just one.

He's gone.

Danny, get an alert out right away.

Have Kono and Grover check
Dalton's house, all right?

Let's try this again.
What exactly did Dalton do?

Our company manages
computer systems for the NSA.

Because Dalton was on the account,
he was given security clearance.

We believe he used it
to download classified material.

What kind of material?

Black ops intel.

Files on active
nonofficial cover agents.

We're not sure what he planned
to do with it.

We were about to question him.

Is there any chance

that Dalton could've put
that information onto a flash drive?

We're still running
diagnostics on his hardware,

- but, yeah, that's the likely scenario.
- This woman?

She killed three people this morning

trying to get her hands
on a flash drive

that Dalton was trying
to smuggle out of the country.

Too late.

You need to contact
your NSA liaison right now

and tell them exactly what happened.

This woman,
she could be working alone

or for a foreign intelligence service.

Either way,
those agents are now compromised.

They need to be pulled out
of the field immediately.

- All right?
- You got it.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

Kono, help me out with something.

Dalton's job is to safeguard
classified information, state secrets.

What would make him load
all that stuff onto a flash drive

and try to sneak it
out of the country?

Money.

America's got plenty of enemies.

Maybe Dalton was gonna sell
those secrets to the highest bidder.

All right, fine, everybody likes money.
But I don't know.

He looks like he's doing all right
for himself.

And the guy seems
to be a pretty patriotic guy.

Look at him.

ROTC.

He's flying an American flag
at his front door.

He's a Boy Scout.
You actually think this guy is willing

to sell out his country
for a couple of bucks?

He might if the price was right.

Honestly, though,
the bigger question is,

how did our killer find out
about the flash drive?

Well, perhaps the good Dr Yang
told her about it.

Yang's gotta figure this little
plastic stick's a high-value item,

seeing as how Dalton's willing to shell
out cash to have Luana mule it out.

He tells the killer, she hightails it down
and tries to take it,

with dollar signs in her eyes.

Or maybe she found out
from Dalton.

Butterfly tattoo.

So our killer's name is Anna Novick.
According to Dalton's neighbours,

the two have been dating
for about six months

and living together for the past three.

Okay.
What else do we know about her?

Well, for starters,
she told her neighbours

she was from Seattle, Washington.

But records show
she's from someplace else.

She's from Saint Petersburg, Russia.

She came here two years ago
on a short-term student visa

and liked it so much
she decided to stay.

All right, so, what do we got?

We got a nerdy
government contractor

with access
to confidential information.

We got a pretty Russian girl
who is also a trained killer.

Uh, I'll take a guess.
She's a... She's a spy.

She honey-potted Dalton and talked
him into stealing some files for her.

All right, I'm with you
on the spy part, okay?

But there's something about this
that still doesn't make sense.

If Anna talked Dalton into doing this,
then why isn't he giving her the file?

Why is he trying to smuggle it out?

Well, it could be that Dalton
went rogue and had plans of his own.

Somehow Anna finds out
and wants the files for herself.

I'm not so sure about that.

I pulled Dalton's cell-phone records,
and about a minute after he escaped,

turns out he texted Anna.

"Need help.
Iwilei and Pacific. One hour."

- When did Dalton send this message?
- About 52 minutes ago.

If these two aren't working together,

this boy just signed
his own death warrant.

- I'm screwed.
- What happened?

Brenner knows.
I didn't cover my tracks well enough.

Take a breath.
It's okay. We'll figure it out.

Can't go back to my house.

No, no, no!

Chris Dalton! Anna Novick!

Get out and keep your hands
where we can see them!

- Okay. Just get out and play dumb.
- Shut up.

What language was that?
Who were you talking to?

Driver! Out of the car!

Hold your fire.

Stay down.

Danny!

Get out!

Move, move, move!

Danny, now!

Got him!

Keep moving.

Get your hand off that rifle.

Get down!

This way! They're over here!

What's up?

You and your girlfriend
are in a lot of trouble, Chris.

- She's not my girlfriend.
- She's not your girlfriend?

- That's not what your neighbours said.
- You don't understand.

I thought she was somebody else.

I don't know who this woman is.

Oh, so you're telling me you
didn't know she was a Russian spy?

What?

No. What?

Okay.

I think I see what's going on here.
Anna's a very attractive woman.

You were taken with her.
She seduced you

and convinced you
to download classified information.

You're wrong. It wasn't like that.

Then why don't you set me straight?

I just wanted
to make my country a better place.

By compromising
its national security?

No, I just wanted things
to be different.

- How?
- No more mass surveillance.

No more spying on Americans.

When I met Anna, she told me
that she felt the same way.

I said that I wanted
to do something.

She said that if we had leverage,
we could force change.

- Change?
- Yeah.

If we had secrets that the government
didn't want revealed, we could...

...extort them.

But instead of money,
we would demand change.

She said that we would be patriots.

She saw an opening,
and she exploited it. You understand?

She made you feel like
stealing those files was a noble act.

She probably figured
she'd just grab them afterwards.

That was never gonna happen,

because I told her
once we had that information,

we had to leave the country,

but they might be onto us,
so we had to be careful.

- Smuggle it out.
- Hmm.

She said she'd do it.
She practically begged me.

But I told her I would handle it,
because I didn't want to put her at risk.

- But you put Tommy Luana at risk.
- He doesn't know what he's carrying.

If he's stopped,
he can plead ignorance.

He's not gonna plead anything.
Okay? Tommy Luana's dead.

Anna killed him and two other people
to get her hands on that flash drive.

- Anna has the drive?
- Yeah, Anna has the drive.

And here's what I don't understand,
here's what I can't figure out.

Anna has the drive,
but she still came for you.

Now, why would she do that?

Why, why, why?

Because she needs me.

How does she need you?

I encrypted the flash drive.

I didn't even tell her I was doing it.

The key isn't written down anywhere.
It's all in my head.

I'm the only one
who can unlock those files.

Anna probably tried to open them
and when she couldn't,

she must have realised
what I'd done.

You're a smart kid.

So without you, the drive is useless.
Is that right?

And that's why she came running
when I texted.

Where is she right now?
You know where she's going?

No.

What about people
she might reach out to?

No.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm coming up now.

Hey.

The patrol car that Anna took off in

was found abandoned
on Castle Street.

H.P.D. canvassed the area,
but nobody saw her get in.

We did ID one of her associates,
though.

The guy Kono clipped.

His name's Oleg Larionov.

He's former Russian FSB
turned private contractor.

He's in surgery now, but they think
he's gonna pull through.

When he gets out, we're gonna
move him to a secure wing

- and post SWAT outside his door.
- All right, good.

Also, you got a visitor.

- Brenner.
- Commander.

Sorry to barge in like this
but this couldn't wait.

Oh, no problem. What's up?

Our engineers were able to identify
which files Chris downloaded.

The good news is any field ops

that have been mentioned
have been shut down.

Most of the agents
have been recalled.

Great.

The bad news is
there are still deep-cover operatives

who, at the moment,
can't be reached.

All right.
Well, you'll be happy to hear

that Dalton took steps
to encode those files

on that drive in such a way
that only he can access them.

So for now, the information is safe.

That is good to hear.

No encryption is foolproof. People
behind this will throw everything

- they have into breaking it.
- You're right.

But we've bought ourselves time
to find them.

At the very least,
time to find those operatives

who were potentially compromised
and pull them out of the field.

Actually, that's why I'm here.
You might be able to help with that.

How so?

Your name came up in connection
with one of the operatives.

The CIA's been desperate trying
to reach her but they've had no luck.

I think everyone's hoping
you might have a direct line.

All right, Brenner.

I don't know where Doris is, okay?

I'm not talking about your mother,
commander.

I'm talking about
Lieutenant Catherine Rollins.

What?

Apparently, she's called you
a few times from a sat phone.

Yeah, she's, uh...
She's doing aid work in South Asia.

According to the information
that we have,

she's involved
in a clandestine operation in Kiev.

- Ukraine?
- Yes.

Do you have any way
of reaching her?

My understanding
is she's not scheduled

to check in with her handler
until the end of the week.

Of course, the fear is that by then,
it might be too late.

Commander?

Do you have a direct line
to Lieutenant Rollins?

No. No, I don't.

Tell me again.

Tell me you're the only one
who knows how to unlock those files.

- What?
- "What" what? Listen to me, all right?

Somebody very important to me
is at risk because what you have done.

Now, tell me you're the only one
who can unlock those files.

- Yes, yes.
- Are you sure?

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Yes.

I encrypted the file
with a 128-bit AES key,

and I tacked on a few
additional security measures.

Trust me, it is secure.

I am the only person that, um...
Trust me, it's, uh...

- Hey.
- I'm the per...

What the hell's
the matter with him?

Chris, hey, hey. Chris.

- Chris.
- Uh...

- Hey, hey.
- Um...

Steve. Ahem. Ahem.

Danny.

Danny.

Oh, my...

- Danny, you all right?
- Ugh.

What the hell happened?

I don't know, I'm thinking...

I'm thinking it must've been fentanyl.
The Russians used to use it.

They must have put it
into aerosol form

and piped it in through the vents.

Hey, take it easy, take it easy.

It's been 40 minutes.
They're long gone.

Dalton might be halfway
off the island now.

Use your legs, use your legs.

Yeah, that's right. Okay, okay.

Hey.

You guys all right?

- No.
- Same thing happened to you?

Feel woozy.

- What about the people downstairs?
- I'll check on them.

- Dalton's gone.
- What?

Kono, pull up the Palace cameras.

- Okay.
- What about Jerry?

Anybody check on Jerry?

Dudes! Kono! The craziest thing
just happened to me.

Yeah, we know, Jer.
The same thing happened to us.

- What?
- We were all asleep, Jerry.

Okay.

All right, so it looks
like she came alone.

I'll pull up the surveillance footage
from outside the Palace

as well as traffic cams,
see where they went.

We gotta find her
before she forces Dalton

to decrypt these files.
Danny, grab some earplugs.

- Why?
- Because you're gonna need them.

That's not really an answer.

I totally thought
I was being abducted.

I was so happy to wake up
in my bunker

and not some alien mother ship.

But also, same time,
a little bummed it didn't happen.

- I, uh... I need a minute with Oleg.
- That's fine with me.

How's everybody doing? Good?

No, uh, everything's fine.

At ease.

He's got it under control.
I'm pretty sure, okay?

Thanks. See? You get it?

- Yeah.
- Great.

Hey, he, uh...
He needs a doctor in there, please.

MAN Commander McGarrett,

this is SWAT team Delta.

We are en route to your location.
ETA less than one minute.

Oh, don't be that way, honey.
It was just business.

Was any of it real?

Well, definitely not the orgasms.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

Don't do it.

Clear!

Let's go.

- Where's the information?
- Clear.

Where's the information?

- Is it safe?
- Clear here.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Catherine's safe.

Well, I mean,
she's on a covert op in the Ukraine.

- I don't know how safe she is.
- Well, you can contact her, right?

Nope, not while she's in the field.

You angry because she lied
to you again or what?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm angry.

You know something,
if I'm honest with myself,

I also understand why she did it.

I mean, given the circumstances,
I would have done the same thing.

Yeah, see,
because I think that maybe

she just didn't want you
worrying about her.

Little hard not to now.

I think that she is gonna be fine.
She's gonna be fine.

She's a very tough lady.
She can handle herself.

Everything will be okay.

Thanks, Danny.

Hey.

Hey.

Left you a couple messages.
Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I heard about today.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to help.

It's all right.

Are you sure everything's okay?

No.

Chin, there's something
I need to tell you.