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Come on, Raintree, tell me the truth.

When you were flying those commercial buses,

how many times you fall asleep on the job, huh?

You give a man a hot meal, a comfy chair, and auto pilot,

I defy anyone not to take a nap.

Man, I knew it.

Yeah, I like flying, buddy. That's why I like this.

Less sleeping, more piloting. I don't miss the heavies.

- Except the flight attendants. - I miss them.

Hey, you ever fly Swissair?

Blond, tall, always friendly.

- Yeah? - Sure. Yeah.

We got a bogey at 8 o'clock.

- Yeah, I got him. - DEA?

I don't know. No markings.

Take her down in case we have to dump.

Yeah.

Down!

Buddy. Buddy.

Oh, jeez.

Buddy. Oh, no. Buddy.

Turn around.

Commander, you understand why this was necessary?

Yeah. Yeah.

You don't want me to know I'm at a CIA black site in Morocco.

Come on, boys.

Seventeen hours on a C-5 Galaxy. The smell of saffron and cumin

as we drove through the market, that call to prayer from the Minaret,

one of your drivers was speaking in Berber to his wife,

apologising for something he said last night.

I just hope that whatever you got on the other side of this door is worth it.

Come. Closer.

So you do know who I am.

You have your mother's eyes.

And her resolve, so I'm told.

Why am I here?

Forgive you? For killing Wo Fat?

Yeah. He said he understood.

Said that his son's obsession with revenge was his ultimate undoing.

Huh. Mm. So you flew all that way for a fortune cookie quote?

They don't got phones in Morocco or what?

Clearly, it was important to this old man

that he look me in the eye when he said what he had to say.

- Did he mention Doris? - Yeah, he mentioned Doris briefly.

He said that despite my mother's betrayal,

he still loved her.

The fact that she looked after his son for as long as she did,

whether it was out of guilt or pity or a sense of duty,

he said he was grateful for that.

Steve. Steve.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Sorry, commander, he just went right by my desk.

No, it's okay. I know him. Thanks. I got it, chief, I got it.

Nahele, what's wrong?

COD was respiratory failure

brought on by acute methamphetamine overdose.

I'm waiting for toxicology,

but I suspect they're gonna merely confirm

what seems to be painfully obvious.

That this is yet another victim

of the same batch of fentanyl cut crystal.

Making the 11th victim in the last two weeks alone.

This thing's an epidemic.

And now it's killing kids.

I found him in the locker room.

He was passed out.

He wasn't moving.

I had no idea Makaio was doing drugs, you know?

He was my friend.

I just didn't know.

You remember when I told you I was never gonna let anybody hurt you?

Well, I made the same promise to the people of this island

when I put this badge on.

Now, these sons of bitches who are selling this stuff, they don't know it yet,

but I'm a man of my word.

Get up.

Slowly.

- You all right? - Better than him.

You see this guy?

He's dead.

So is this woman.

And this guy in the thousand-dollar suit.

But I really want you to look at this one.

Look at the kid.

This kid was just 16 years old.

Well, we all gotta go some time, don't we?

Yeah, okay. So the stuff you've been putting in your body,

it's cut with a powerful opiate called fentanyl.

And the people who've been using it don't live to try it again.

I guess that makes me special.

No, it makes you lucky. You're alive because of dumb luck.

You've been putting a loaded gun to your head, you're just getting clicks.

I think we should put another bullet in that chamber.

You only shot half the bag.

Let's use the other half, huh?

I mean, you just said it yourself.

We all gotta go some time. But you're lucky, right?

You're a lucky guy. You're special.

You just said so yourself.

You're insane, man. What the hell do you want?

What do I want?

I want the name of your dealer.

- Angela? - Michael?

First-time user.

- My friend recommended you. - Well, you got a good friend.

Any time you need me, you just hit that rainbow,

and like a leprechaun, I'll be at the end of it.

I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that.

- See you around. - I'm sure.

I mean, I gotta give you credit.

I gotta give him credit.

Using a mobile app to deliver drugs? It's genius.

Well, you know, they really do have an app for everything.

- An app for everything. - Smart thinking.

Well, it is smart, but it's also very risky, because, you see, now we have a list

of everybody that you sold drugs to.

Look, man, we know this meth isn't being made on this island, okay?

I mean, the level of purity, there's an industrial process going on here.

And Oahu

is too small to run that kind of operation without attracting attention.

You see?

- He looks a little confused. - He does, doesn't he?

Let me straighten you out in case you haven't figured out your part in this.

You're gonna tell us how it's getting here.

You're gonna give us the name of the person

who's bringing it onto the island, all right?

Or you can spend the next 30 years of your life living in a box,

putting that back together.

Might need to run it by Earl Scheib first.

Listen, I'm just transpo.

Three times a week, I fly out to the Green Island Atoll,

pick up the cargo, and bring it back.

Well, that cargo is killing people, okay?

Last victim was a 16-year-old boy

who was supposed to go to his junior prom this weekend.

Well, you look surprised. What, were you too busy counting your money

to think about what this garbage does to people?

Who do you work for? We want names.

- Look, if I tell you... - No, no, no negotiation.

His name's Dae Won. He's the only guy I deal with.

Dae Won.

Okay.

All right. Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna call Dae Won.

And you're gonna tell him

that you can't make this next run.

And right after that, you're gonna recommend this pilot.

Great pilot, you trust him with your life. You're gonna recommend him.

That's not gonna work. Dae Won's gonna know something's up.

- What do I tell him? - Why don't you tell him you can't fly?

- Right. - And why is that?

You broke my arm.

Look, the good news is you don't have to lie now.

Hey, mate.

This is the guy I was telling you about.

How are you doing?

I'm Evan Raintree.

That's David Carson, my mechanic.

I just need a pilot.

- Wait, did you talk to this guy? - Talk to me about what?

That's my mechanic.

I don't fly without my mechanic. We're a package deal.

If you want this job, you'll make an exception.

Okay. All right. I don't want the job.

You're not gonna waste my time, mate.

All right. Wait, wait, wait.

Francis knows you, I don't.

But if you check out, the both of you, job's yours.

Oh, I told you. They're clean.

Is this gonna be a problem? Running your prints?

No. No, it's not gonna be a problem.

You're next, partner.

Maybe we should be checking you out.

- Hands. - Yeah, yeah. Knock yourself out.

Got it good?

I'll be in touch.

That went well.

You know, he won't care if you're cops.

If you don't check out, he will kill you.

Kill us.

Your guy works fast. He's already run your prints.

Also got chatter on the Darknet.

Okay. How solid are these IDs that you created for us, Jerry?

They're solid so far.

As long as he doesn't dig too deep, we're good.

- I think. - He thinks.

I'm gonna go get my will sorted out.

He's kidding, right?

I have faith in you, Jerry.

Thanks, McGarrett.

- Hey. - Hey.

So you had a sit-down with Wo Fat's father, huh?

Yeah. It, uh...

It was not what I expected, I'll tell you that.

You know, if he was kept off the grid for 40 years,

how did he even know that you that killed his son?

I have no idea.

But his handlers monitored the meet,

and, uh, I don't know, it was clear to me that I was just there to listen.

So you never even got a chance to ask him if he knows where your mother is?

No, but what I did get from the conversation

is that he has not seen Doris for at least a couple of decades,

and the people detaining him

are making sure those two don't connect.

Well, forgiveness is the last thing I would ever expect from that bloodline.

So trust me. Take it. Move on.

Well, it worked for you and Abby, right?

Well, seeing as she's back in San Francisco getting her things,

yeah, I guess you could say that.

How do you feel about that?

Well, let's just say I'm getting used to the idea

that I'm gonna have a lot more throw pillows in my life.

But...

- I'm good with all of it. - Good.

How about your niece?

Sara.

She's still with Child Services.

You know how long that can take, right?

It's not just about finding a home. It's about finding the right home.

I see that look on your face.

Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind.

Yo. We got the call. We're on.

Buddy.

Mayday. Mayday.

I'm in a Cessna aircraft en route to Oahu.

And I have a serious, serious problem.

Repeat. Mayday. Mayday.

Our pilot has been shot.

Request immediate assistance.

This is Honolulu International Control.

We read you. Go ahead.

This is Detective Danny Williams with the Five-0 task force.

I need help landing this plane.

You're a cop?

Hey, put down the gun.

- You put yours down. - Put down the gun.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

- Not gonna happen. - Shoot him.

- Hang on. - Shoot him.

Mayday request, switch to channel 17 for immediate assistance.

- Don't answer that. - If I don't, we're gonna die.

Either we shoot each other or this plane goes down, understand?

Does that make sense to you?

Mayday request, do you copy?

- Stay awake, Steve. Steve. - We gotta land.

All right, you know what? You win. You win.

Shoot me, shoot me. Go ahead. But who's gonna fly this plane?

Well, apparently, you can't fly it either.

True, but the people on the other end can.

You wanna shoot me? Sit on my lap. Be my guest. Do it, all right?

Huh?

Look, I promise you,

if I land this plane safely, you and I will pick up right where we left off.

- All right? Huh? - Fine.

All right. Good.

Steve.

Switching to channel 17.

- You're all right. No, you're not. - I'm gonna die.

You just hang in there. You're gonna be all right. All right?

Again, this is Detective Danny Williams.

I am in a Cessna aircraft. I'm headed your way.

My pilot, my colleague has been shot. He's got multiple gunshot wounds.

I need EMT standing by right when we get this thing on the ground,

which I have no clue, zero clue how to do.

Over.

Copy that, detective. Approach is good.

We need to slow you down.

Okay. All right. Slow us down. How do I do that?

Between you and the pilot are three pull-levers.

The furthest to your left is your throttle.

Push it down to 25 percent.

Okay. Done.

Good, good. Now keep both hands on the control.

Check your level. Dead centre to the pilot.

Make sure you don't dip below the horizon line.

And keep your compass heading between north and the number three.

Okay. North and number three. Got that.

Buddy? Oh, no. Oh, no.

Steve. All right, all right, you. I need you to do something for me.

Focus on getting the plane down. Don't talk to me.

Do what I tell you, or I'm gonna drop this thing in the water. Understand?

What do you want?

I want you to put your hand on his neck

and tell me if you feel a pulse, okay?

- I don't know. - What do you mean, you don't know?

Keep your hand on his neck. Either you feel a pulse or you don't.

Uh, Control, I got an alarm and I don't know what it is.

Check your gauges. What do you see?

What do I see? What do I see? I see a lot of gauges.

What's your air speed?

Air speed is 155.

What about altitude?

Altitude's 500 but falling.

- Fuel? - Fuel?

No good.

The needle's right at zero.

All right. You're running out of fuel.

- We need to get you down soon. - Yeah.

Well, that's fine, fine with me.

The Coast Guard has been notified.

Stand by for emergency ditch procedure.

- What does he mean by ditch? - I don't know.

What do you mean by ditch?

Detective, based on your current altitude, air speed and available fuel,

you're never gonna make the runway.

- Kono. - I just got a call from Honolulu ATC.

Somebody attacked our transport mid-flight.

Steve's been shot.

Shot? Is he okay?

He's not responding.

Who's flying the plane?

What are we gonna do? He said we have to ditch.

Yeah, well, we're not ditching.

Control, we just...

lost both of our engines.

All right, detective, beneath the dash is a large red handle.

Pull it to feather your prop.

- But don't try to fight gravity. - Uh-huh.

Large red handle, do not fight gravity. Copy. Got that.

Okay, detective, next to the radio controls

are your landing gear settings.

There's a switch labelled "up water." Flip it.

Lower your flaps one more peg to the landing position.

Okay.

Okay, done.

Now you're gonna have to put her down on the water.

Adjust your course to 175 degrees and let yourself glide.

All right. Uh, Control, that's not gonna work, okay?

My partner, he's unconscious. If I put this thing down in the water,

I'm not gonna be able to get him out of the plane, and he's gonna drown.

You don't have a choice, detective.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I got a choice.

I'm gonna put this thing down on the beach, okay?

Detective, we strongly advise against that.

I understand your concern for your friend, but consider yourself.

Your best chance of survival is a water landing.

Listen. I'm not gonna put it down in the water.

I'm putting this down on the beach. Clear the beach.

Hold on.

All right, here we go.

- You're gonna kill all of us. - Shut up. Shut up.

We have a plane coming in for an emergency landing.

We need an immediate evac of Waikiki to Kuhio Beach.

Emergency personnel only.

Come on.

Hey, Steve, I know you've never been good at listening to me,

but now you've got no choice. You stubborn son of a bitch, do not die.

Hey, listen to me. Do not die, okay?

I'm not landing this thing for you to die on me. You understand?

Good. Good. All right, here we go.

Everyone, clear the beach.

Evacuate the beach immediately. We have an emergency situation.

- Off the beach now! - Let's go.

Move as fast as you can. Clear the beach.

This way, let's go!

- Okay, sweetie, come on. - This is an emergency landing.

- That plane is coming to this beach. - Go with this officer, okay?

- Move! Get off the beach! - Come on.

- Everybody off the beach now! - Let's go.

Here he comes.

Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on.

We gotta take cover.

Come on.

- All right. - Steve. Steve.

Come on, he's still alive.

- Come on! - We gotta get him out of here.

- Come on. Come on. - I got you. Ready?

Come on. Come on.

- Grab his legs. - All right.

Come on.

EMTs, get over here now!

- Right over here. - Right here.

Careful.

You got him?

Multiple gunshot victim. Male.

Code three to Tripler right now.

No, I'm all right. It's just some busted ribs. Thank you.

- Danny. Hey. - Hey.

- Where is he? - He's resting in the surgery.

EMTs said he lost a lot of blood.

Well, you know Steve is as tough as they come, Danny, okay?

- He's not gonna go out without a fight. - I know. Yeah.

Where are you going? You need to get yourself checked out.

- I'm fine. Come on. - Danny.

Danny.

I think I need to see a doctor.

Who were the guys in the helicopter, huh?

Huh? Were they business rivals?

I want a name.

You need to give me a name.

Do it. Go ahead.

Danny.

Do it.

Hello?

What is it?

It's Steve. Come on.

Hey, doc. What's going on?

I'm afraid it's not good news.

Commander McGarrett has suffered a devastating trauma to his liver.

A bullet was cut into multiple fragments,

making the entire organ inoperable.

If he doesn't receive a new liver in the next few hours, he will die.

Uncle Steve was hurt pretty bad.

The doctor says he needs a new liver.

But they said there's not enough time to wait to find a donor

either on the island or in the mainland.

- I'm in. - Me too.

Same here.

We can run some tests to determine which, if any of you,

are the correct tissue match for Commander...

Let me just save everybody some time.

Uh, Steve and I are the same blood type.

Um, so just, you know, just use mine.

Doesn't my dad need his liver?

You know, I didn't know this,

but the liver is actually an amazing organ.

It can completely regenerate.

So they're gonna take half of your father's liver

and give it to Uncle Steve,

and then in time, both livers will grow to normal size.

Doc, do me a favour. Let's just go in there and get it over with, huh?

- Okay. Will do. - All right? Thanks, doc.

Hey, what are you doing, monkey? Oh, hey.

You know I got a got a broken rib, right?

What are you doing, huh? What are you upset for?

Everything's gonna be all right. Promise.

Wipe those tears away. What are you doing?

Hey.

How are you holding up?

First you, and then McGarrett.

I'm just tired of us getting shot at.

Hey.

Oh, come on.

You're not even gonna give me my money back.

Lou.

I'm tripping, man. I'm sorry.

We're all feeling it, Lou.

You know, when I first met McGarrett,

I couldn't stand his ass.

And if you would have told me that the day would come...

...when I'm in a hospital corridor...

...torn up inside, almost to the point of tears because...

...my man is in a room with his life hanging in the balance...

...and...

...I swear, man, I'd gladly take his place...

...I'd have told you you was off your meds.

Damn, that man can get under your skin.

Yeah. Yeah, he can.

You know, when I first lost Malia,

as you might imagine, I was in a pretty dark place.

But McGarrett, it was like he knew I wasn't sleeping.

This guy would call me up in the middle of the night

and be like, "Yo, Chin, what are you doing?"

I'd be like:

- "Nothing. Nothing." - Nothing. Ha, ha.

He would say, "You wanna go grab some coffee?"

So we'd go to this place near me.

And we'd just sit there.

Sometimes, we would talk.

Other times, we wouldn't say much of anything.

And this went on for weeks.

Now, he never said anything to anybody. He never mentioned it.

This was something he did

because he knew I couldn't bear to be alone.

You know, he was there for me, like when my father died,

John McGarrett was there for me.

Two times in my life, I really needed a friend.

And both times, that friend was named McGarrett.

They're gonna be okay.

Thank you, doctor.

Hey, boss.

Why is it that people never say what they wanna say

until something like this happens?

The day I met you,

six years ago at Waimea Bay...

...you changed my life.

You gave me more than just a job.

You gave me a family.

And I never told you how much I appreciate it all.

Mahalo.

"Get your tuchas out of bed, tough guy.

You got six months to get into game shape for the Turkey Bowl.

With Love and Aloha, Nicky 'The Kid' DeMarco."

Did he, uh, mention me at all?

- Uh... Nope. Just Steve. - Ah.

Here's one from Governor Denning.

"Commander McGarrett, on behalf of myself

and the entire State Capital 'ohana,

we wish you best wishes on a speedy recovery.

- Sincerely, Governor Denning." - That's nice, isn't it?

- Is that it? - Um...

Yeah.

You know, uh, I'm sure there's one in here for you. Here.

Here's one... Uh, no, it's for Steve.

You can read it anyway.

I think it's from Sang Min. The handwriting's terrible.

Sang Min?

"I would've offered you my liver, McGurrett,

but we both know it's no god."

I'm guessing he meant good.

Aloha, everybody.

- What's up, party people? - Hey, you guys.

- What's up? - Sorry we're late.

You know, if a stranger was to pass by this room,

they'd get the impression you two boys are a couple of rock stars.

Yeah. Yeah. Him, him, not me.

I'm just a roadie, I think.

Well, we have some good news.

We leveraged Dae Won into giving up his contact on the Korean side.

There's a DEA task force in the process,

- shutting down his entire operation. - All right.

- Thought you'd wanna know. - That's excellent. Good work.

As reluctant as I am to bring attention to the outstanding matter

of my going-away party,

unless we are at Rum Fire in 23 minutes,

we will lose our reservation.

No, I get it. Listen, if I had a choice between a cold beer

and sitting around here with us, I know what I'd do.

Well, since you put it like that.

All right. You heard the man. Let's leave them alone.

- Hey. - Aloha.

- We'll see you back soon, all right? - Thanks, buddy.

So Adam's out in four months,

and he's got it in his head that you're going surfing.

- Yeah. - So rest up.

Don't worry about it. I'm gonna take it easy on him.

- He'll be fine. He'll do great. - We'll see.

You... are indestructible.

- I love you, man. - I love you right back, buddy.

Stay out of my fridge.

Okay. Let's go, deputy dog. I'll get you home.

Hey, do me a favour. Don't get used to that nickname.

Or him, for that matter. Go ahead.

Okay. Bye.

- Bye. - Bye, Charlie.

Dog.

Where's the, uh...?

Uh, channel 36, there's a game on.

- No, I wanna watch this. - Dangling, the senate...

You're making me watch a soap opera?

The game's gonna keep me up. I wanna go to sleep.

This will put me to sleep.

You wanna sleep, I could bounce this lamp off your head. You'd go right out.

You want me to turn it up?

Whosever idea it was to have me share a room with you

is a complete idiot.

You realise you didn't have to give me your liver.

Where were you gonna get one? The supermarket?

Of course I had to. What are you talking about?

I'm gonna have to listen to this for the rest of my life, aren't I?

I'm gonna have to listen to this forever, this speech

about the selfless sacrifice you made on my behalf.

No, no, no, because, Steve, I am not like you, okay?

I give without the expectation of thanks. All right?

And do me a favour, please?

Try to take care of that thing. I had it for 39 years. It means a lot.

You'll probably wreck it in two weeks.

- How am I gonna wreck it? - You like getting shot at.

I like getting shot? You think I chose to get shot?

How about this, if I hadn't have taken those bullets for you,

it'd be my liver in your body. How about that?

- Hold on. - Hold on.

You didn't save my life, Steve.

You were on the wrong side of the plane when we got shot at. That's A.

B, there is zero chance if the roles were reversed here,

you'd be giving me a piece of your liver, okay? No chance.

How can you say that?

- You saying I'm not generous? - You're not generous.

I've never even seen you take your wallet out.

There's no way you're giving me one of your vital organs.

If this liver comes with your negative attitude,

I swear to God, I'm gonna cut it out myself.

Crazy. He's crazy.

It's not like I'm asking for a "thank you," Steve.

I'm not saying give me a speech or a gift or anything like that.

But you, you just... You're a big giant ingrate, you know?

My son, who I gave bone marrow to, he was more grateful than you are.

Come to think of it, he's 4, and he's more emotionally mature than you,

- so it makes complete and total sense. - He's a kid.

I promise you. You give him time, he's gonna grow up to hate you

- just as much as I do. - Okay. That's enough.

You do realise the curtain doesn't block sound, right?

I know you can still hear me.