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(gavel banging)

JUDGE: Mr. Parrish, you sit before this
court having been convicted

of the crime of murder
in the first degree.

Despite the abundance
of evidence against you,

you gave neither acknowledged your guilt

nor showed any remorse.

Someday, you will sit in
judgment before a higher power.

But today, it's up

to this court to decide your fate.

The criminal justice system has made

every attempt to reform you,

only to have you prove time and time again

that you are beyond redemption.

So while this is hardly the
first time you're gone to jail,

(alarm bell ringing)

I'm gonna make sure it's the last.

(alarm bell continues ringing)

It is therefore the judgment of this court

that for the crime of
murder in the first degree,

you be imprisoned for the
remainder of your natural life.

(tires screech, horn blares)

(alarm whooping)

(sirens approach)

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 4x14 ♪ Na hala a ka makua (Sins of
The Father) Original Air Date on January 31, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
web dl sync snarry

♪

What are you in for?

You don't know?
(door opens)

WOMAN:
Mr. Williams...

Principal Fisk will see you now.

Thank you.

Hope you beat the rap, buddy, all right?

Keep your chin up.

FISK: The school code of conduct
requires that students both act

in a safe and responsible manner

and respect the rights of their peers.

Unfortunately, Grace is here today

because she violated both those rules.

Okay, uh, look, I, uh, I, uh,

I know what kind of kids get called

into the principal's office.

I know that because
I was one of those kids.

But in this case,

the apple falls very far
away from the tree, okay?

Grace is a very sweet and, uh,

respectful young lady, always.

No one doubts that,
Mr. Williams.

But the fact remains

that your daughter physically
struck a classmate.

Well, then I'm gonna have to say that, uh,

maybe this kid deserved it.

Had it coming, you know?

Hold on. It's never okay
to hit another student.

Uh... oh... I don't know
if I agree with you.

I mean, what if this kid
was picking on her?

And he started it, and she was
just defending herself?

I mean, how can you assume
that just, out of the blue,

she acted with malicious intent?

I'm sorry, are you a lawyer?

No, no, no, no, I'm a cop, you see.

And, uh, as a cop, we always, uh,

we always think about motive, right?

Like when a girl
who's never been in trouble

gets straight A's, all of a sudden ends up

in the principal's office,

you got to think that there were
maybe extenuating circumstances.

Very well.

Grace, would you care to explain to us

why you punched Lucas Banks
so hard that he required

four stitches to stop the bleeding?

I've got no excuse.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I realize it's not easy

to admit when you're wrong.

Now, uh, the only thing left
to discuss is your punishment.

DANNY:
Suspended for a week.

You understand that's a big deal, right?

You're aware of that?

I know, Danno.
I'm sorry.

What do you mean you're sorry?

Hold on. Stop.

Explain something to me, okay?

Because I know that you would

never punch some kid in
the face for no reason.

So tell me what happened.

Lucas was picking on my friend Katie.

I told him to stop.

And when he didn't, you hit him?

You said the only way to deal with bullies

is to stand up to them.

Okay, that-that's fine.

But why didn't you say something

when she asked you what happened?

Why didn't you speak up?

Because I'm no rat.

You're-you're no rat?

(phone rings)

Who are you and what have
you done with my daughter?

Listen to me: we will
discuss this further later,

but for now,
you're grounded, you understand?

Detective Williams.

(sirens wail in distance)

I mean, I don't get it.

Apparently, these days,
the kids pledge of allegiance,

it's to the Mafia Code of Omerta, right?

I mean, I have no idea
what's gotten into her.

Really?
Yes, really.

She reminds me of somebody else I know.

Oh, yeah?
Who's that?

Well, let's see.
She's, uh, she's scrappy,

stubborn, hotheaded, and loyal to a fault.

She's you, pal.

Ah, that's disturbingly insightful.

Maybe I was a little hard on her, no?

I think so.
Come on.

(dog barking)

Lou, what do we know?

Our fugitive's name is Roy Parrish.

He ditched the van he escaped in.

He's been on the run for 37 minutes.

APB's gone out.
We got birds in the air,

we got the roadblocks set up
within a 15-block radius.

HPD is performing car-to-car
searches as we speak.

Gentlemen, Mr. Parrish
is a three-striker.

So we're putting away the bean bags,

and we going to the real thing.

Because if this guy gets cornered,

no way he's gonna surrender.

So, according to the prosecutors,

Roy Parrish was running a real
estate scam on rich marks

all across the country.

Hmm. See? There's another reason
why I rent.

Apparently, he was soliciting investments

on a Honolulu land development
that never existed.

One of the guys he conned
got wise and flew in to confront him.

Guessing that didn't
work out so well for him.

Parrish was arrested for the murder.

And since he was already
being investigated by the FBI

for wire fraud, the case went Federal.
Parrish got life.

Breaks out during the sentencing hearing.

What about the cameras?
Did they catch anything?

The whole thing, thankfully.

You might not believe it otherwise.

Check this out.
So Parrish is being

led to a prisoner transport
when this happens.

You know, something tells me
this isn't the first time

Parrish has slipped a pair of cuffs.

He's been in and out
of jail his whole life.

His last stint was 12 years
for armed robbery.

He may have swapped
the shotgun for a business suit,

but clearly, he's still very dangerous.

Hey, guys, so I just spoke
with the prosecutor.

Apparently, the Feds had
a star eyewitness.

It was a local construction guy

named Archie Akama who placed
Parrish at the murder scene.

Now, during testimony,

Parrish threatened
to kill this guy in open court.

It took three marshals to restrain him.

Okay, get us Akama's address.

We should go grab him and get him

into protective custody right away.

Right. Meantime, you guys reach out
to Parrish's people.

Hit friends, family, former associates,

anybody who could harbor a fugitive.

Okay. He's got a daughter
on the island.

Kono and I will start there.

This guy Parrish, he's sharp enough

to put together
an elaborate real estate scam.

It's hard to imagine that he would risk
going back to prison

just to take a shot at a witness.

I'm guessing he's laying low,

looking for a way
off the island right now.

Yeah, maybe.
But he's not gonna last long

without help, right?

He'll have to surface sooner or later.

(sirens wail in distance)

Drive.

(engine rumbling, revving)

Okay, here's how it's gonna go, big guy.

Keep both your hands on that wheel.

Blondie, you go ahead
and pass me back those guns.

I got a better idea.

How about I send back some handcuffs,

you put 'em on, nobody has to die, okay?

(laughs)

You're the funny one, I guess.

Guns!
Pass 'em back, grip first.

Come on!
Give 'em to me.

Clearly you haven't thought this through.

I mean, this entire place is locked down.

You're not getting out of here.

Oh, we'll just have
to see about that, won't we?

Trust me, all right?

The only way this ends well
for you is if you surrender

yourself right now.

I'll take that under advisement.

Right now, all you gotta do
is shut up and drive.

That's gonna be a problem.

(dog barking,
indistinct radio communication)

(helicopter passes overhead)

All right, blondie, give me your phone.

That your daughter?

I say is that your daughter?

Yeah.

What's her name?

Her name is Grace.

Hi, Daddy.

No, honey, I'm-I'm
not your daddy.

I'm a good friend of your daddy's,

and he asked me to call you

because there's a sound
that he wants you to hear, okay?

Hold on.

Now listen to me.

You don't make it through that checkpoint,

she's gonna hear you die, you understand?

GRACE:
Danno...?

You nod your head if you understand.

Danno, are you there?

Here it comes, honey.
You just listen up.

Danno?

Danno, are you there?

(phone rings)

Grover.
Lou, it's McGarrett.

Listen, our fugitive was just spotted.
Where?

A service station in Wai'anae.

We need all available resources up there

to start searching the area, okay?

Wait a minute! That's halfway
across the island!

I'm not gonna abandon our
perimeter on the hope

that this thing is real.

Listen, this is solid, you understand?

Solid. One of Chin Ho's
CI's called it in.

And the longer we waste time,
the more time

Parrish has to slip away.

We need to boots on the ground
up there right now!

Did you hear me? Right now.

(siren wailing in distance)

Turn around, let's go!
Let's go!

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

GRACE (over phone):
Danno?

Okay, Grace.

We're gonna have to try this again later.

Bye.

(laughing): See...

what you can get accomplished
if you put your mind to it?

You didn't choose this car
by accident, did you?

No, I didn't.

Okay, I assume, uh,

you got everything figured out, so...

you want to tell us what happens next?

What happens next is this:

You're gonna handcuff your partner's wrist

to that steering wheel.

Then give me his phone.

Looks like we're gonna be spending

a little bit of time together.

Those things are trackable.

So they got to go.

Do it.
Come on.

STEVE:
You know what, Parrish?

Clearly you're a smart guy.

I mean, getting out of the courthouse,

and making it this far, that's impressive.

But here's something you might not know.

Every single cop on the island
right now is looking for you.

Plus the TSA and the Port Authority

have both been alerted,

which means you show
your face at the airport

or any of the docks, they're
gonna be all over you.

And it's only a matter of time

before our team come looking for us.

So what I'm saying to you
is that with or without us,

there is no way you're
getting off this island.

But I'm not running.

I got other plans.

We need some new wheels.

Parrish isn't here.

And you are?

Agents Kohl, Denson, FBI.

Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly
from Five-O.

This is Officer Kono Kalakaua.

Yeah, Parrish was our case.

We put in a better part of a year

to get that conviction,
just to have him skip on us

during sentencing, so you know
this is an epic disaster.

I got a Federal prosecutor on my ass.

All right, well, our team's
doing everything we can

to bring Parrish in.
Good, we can use the help.

Goes without saying he's one
slippery son of a bitch.

So what'd the daughter have to say?

Nothing helpful.

Maybe you guys'll have
better luck with her.

Look, it's like I already told the FBI.

My father hasn't been by here today

and he hasn't tried to contact me.

When was the last time you spoke with him?

It's about a year ago.

He called the night he was arrested,

swore he was innocent.

Nothing since then?

Here.

Your father sent you these from prison?

At least two or three a week.

But they're unopened.

Didn't answer any of his
collect calls, either.

That man's never been a father to me.

Why should I be a daughter to him now?

You're not curious what he has to say?

No.

The man's a natural born liar.

You can't trust a word
that comes out of his mouth.

You mind if we hold onto these?

Yeah, that's fine.

I have no use for them.

KONO:
Petrie Park, right?

I used to go there with my dad

when I was a kid.

Sure that was nice.

Look.

Clearly there was a time

when that man meant something to you.

Otherwise you wouldn't
have kept those letters.

So if he tries to contact you,

tell him to turn himself in.

'Cause whatever you may think of him now,

I know you don't want this
to end badly for him.

♪

(siren wailing nearby)

Aw, man.

Is there a problem, Officer?

Yeah, can you step out of the car?

Wait, are...
you even a cop?

No, but, uh,

they are.

What size pants you wear?

Like, 34?

All right, this is Kauhi Street.

What are we looking for?

You'll know it when you see it.

Make a right.

PARRISH:
You figure it out yet?

The eyewitness

at your trial, Archie Akama.

He was a construction worker.

That it?
That's right, smart guy.

How'd you know where he was working?

It's a funny thing
about being in prison...

some of the biggest crooks
you're ever gonna meet

are in there.

The guards.

I paid one them off to get me an address.

So, what, you're just gonna go
in there and pull Akama out?

Not me.
That's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna walk right
up to that foreman,

show him that badge of yours,

And you say whatever you got to say.

To get Akama to come out and
come back to the car with you.

You got it?

I got it. Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

But know one thing:

I'm gonna be watching.

You disappear on me for one second,

I suspect you're gonna tip them o,

your partner here

is shot dead.

Okay.

Your little buddy

has quite an attitude problem.

Doesn't he?

Yeah, when you point a gun in his face,

it kind of brings out the worst
in him, you know?

Yeah.

Let's just hope he knows
how to follow directions.

What happened?
(sighs)

What'd he say?
According to the foreman,

no one named Akama works here.

You expect me to believe that?

What, do you think I'm an idiot?

You can believe what you want.

That's what he said, okay?

Maybe you're not taking into consideration

the fact that this guard,

the guy that gave you the address,

maybe he played you, okay?

He played me?

Now I'm getting played by guards.

Don't try to get inside my head, okay?

Who's he talking to?

What'd you say to him?

I didn't say anything.

You told him to call the cops, didn't you?

I didn't tell him anything.

Get out of here. Come on, drive.

Wh-Where?

Anyplace, just out of here.

You're not thinking straight,
Roy, okay? Listen to me.

Getting revenge against the guy

who testified against you

is not gonna change anything.

What are you talking about?

You think I want him dead?

Archie Akama's the last guy in the world

I want dead.
Then why are you looking for him?

He's the only one that can clear my name.

Now drive!

DANNY: Okay, do me a favor.
Explain something to me.

How is it that the same guy
that testified against you

is now gonna be the same guy
that clears your name? Hmm?

I want to get him to recant his testimony.

DANNY: Oh, right. With a gun to his head,
I'm sure he's gonna...

admit to anything you want him to.

Maybe he'll say he's Santa Claus
or something. Hmm?

The only way I'm ever
gonna prove I'm innocent

is to have him admit
that he lied under oath.

Wait a minute.
Why would he perjure himself

just to get you convicted?

Because the whole thing was
a massive frame-up

from the get-go.

STEVE: Stop.
Back it up.

Okay. What happened?

Tell us what happened from the beginning.

Listen, after my last little bit,

I promised I was never gonna go up again.

I needed a job,

I answered an ad in the newspaper
for a sales job, and I took it.

I didn't know the whole damn
thing was just a scam.

They were just looking
for some mope with a record

to pin the whole thing on.
Who's "they"?

Dale Sullivan. He's the one
that gave me the job.

The one I went to
when one of the investors

was making big noise
about the frame-up.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Sullivan said it was
all a misunderstanding.

The next thing I know, the Feds
are kicking my door down,

the investor's shot in the head

and they got an eyewitness on the scene.

Archie Akama.
Paid off, no doubt.

If that ain't enough, they planted

the murder weapon in my place, okay?

Soon as I saw that, I knew
it was Sullivan from the get.

They made sure all the
contracts had my signature,

they ran the cash through
an account he opened in my name.

You add that up with the murder
weapon and the eyewitness,

it was just the final nail.

What'd the Feds say
when you told 'em all that?

The same thing the two of you
are thinking right now,

that I'm lying.

So, did they look into Sullivan?
They said

he didn't exist.
By the time I got arrested,

he was already out of the picture.

I'll tell you one thing,
that little rat Akama,

he's still out there somewhere,
and I'm gonna find him.

Okay, um, well,
let's-let's say you do find him,

let's say you're telling the truth,

you put a gun to this guy's head, uh,

and you get a confession out of him,

it's not gonna help you, okay?

I mean, he would've been under
duress, and it'll never stick.

Why do you think I picked your car?

Word is Five-O are the only cops
that will give a guy like me

a fair shake.
Yeah, well,

you know, our goodwill
usually runs out when someone...

jacks our car and puts a gun to our heads.
It's the only way

you were ever gonna believe me.

You heard it from Akama's own mouth

that he perjured himself.

You find out that Sullivan
put him up to the whole

damn thing.

Listen,

stick with me and help me track him down.

And if you do, you'll find out
I'm telling the truth.

There's only one problem with that.

Akama's address

was on those cell phones you smashed.

CATHERINE:
Steve, it's me again.

Listen, I've got an update for you,

so give me a call when you get this.

I tracked down a bunch
of Parrish's old associates.

They swear they haven't heard

from Parrish in years.

See, that's interesting.

Kono and I went through the letters

he wrote to his daughter
while he was in prison.

Parrish swears

that he'd gone straight.

He claims that a guy named
Dale Sullivan set him up

for both the embezzlement and the murder.

Okay, didn't his own daughter herself say

that he's a skilled liar?

If she doesn't believe him, why should we?

Right.

Except for the fact that one of the leads

he asked her to look into
actually turned up something.

Take a look at this.

It's an online job posting

that Parrish claims he answered.

It actually expired a little while ago,

but I was able to dig up a cached copy.

Now, according to him, this guy Sullivan

interviewed him and
then hired him for a sales job.

"Lucrative commissions.

No experience necessary."

Thin on details, right?
Mm-hmm.

And the e-mail address
for responses is anonymous.

I checked with the Web site
and according to their records,

52 people responded to this ad.

And Parrish was one of them.

Then we need to contact
every single person

who responded to this ad.

Kono's with HPD right now,
doing exactly that.

Okay, um...

Let's suppose for a second

that Parrish really was framed.

I mean, if you're looking for a fall guy,

he certainly fits the bill, right?

Two-time felon.

No one's gonna think twice about
throwing the book at him.

It would also explain why

none of his old crew have heard from him.

Maybe he really did clean up his act.

You know, if Parrish really was framed,

Archie Akama lied under oath.

I'm still waiting to hear

whether the guys picked Akama up.

When I tried them earlier,
they weren't answering.

I tried Steve three times
in the last hour.

It keeps going to voice-mail.

(phone rings) Is that them?

No, it's Grover.

Lou, what's going on?

GROVER:
What is going on

is we just canvassed all of Wai'anae.

There's no sign of Parrish...

if he was even here to begin with.

You need to get yourself another CI.

Wait a minute.
What CI?

That CI of yours
who said he spotted Parrish.

McGarrett called into me
a couple of hours ago.

I haven't been able
to get a hold of him ever since.

I never called McGarrett about a CI.

Well, so why would he lie to me?

There's only one reason
why he'd lie to you.

Steve and Danny are in trouble.

DANNY:
Okay, we are officially

driving around in circles.

What's next?

I'm thinking.

Well, think faster.

'Cause we're gonna run out of gas.

Roy, it's time to face the facts.

You're out of options, okay?

I mean, you can't keep running,

and you can't find Akama by yourself.

I could still shoot you both
and take the car.

Yeah, that would prove everything

you just said is a lie.

Now, if you want to clear your name,

if that's what you want to do,

there's only one way to do it.

How's that?

Yeah, how is that?

You let us take you in.

We track down Akama,

sort out what's going on.

No Feds, no HPD.

Just you and us and Akama in a room.

What, no catered lunch?

This offer is genuine, okay?

It's the only offer you're gonna get.

You have my word, I promise.

If Akama is lying,
we will get it out of him.

You came to us for a fair shake.

You gonna let us give you one or what?

Okay, all right.

I'll do it your way.

(engine revving)

(siren whooping)

Clear!

Clear.
MAN (muffled): Help! Help me!

(muffled):
Help me! Help!

Thank God!

Some lunatic stole my car.

What kind of car, exactly?

DANNY:
You know, I gotta, uh...

I gotta ask a question.

You are a three-time felon.

Guys like you do not get out of the joint

and, uh, get jobs selling real estate

to rich investors.
Not legitimately, anyway.

So you didn't kill anybody, fine.

But, uh, you must've known

that what you were doing
was not on the up and up.

How old's your daughter?

Eleven?

Twelve?

Where were you when she was born?

I bet you were right there.

You probably held her in your arms

and heard her first little cry.

Wouldn't be surprised if you cut the cord.

You probably did, didn't you?

You know where I was?

No.

Max seg, Otter Creek,

Wheelwright, Kentucky.

By the time I was released,

my little girl was already six years old.

With my record...

I was lucky if I could see her

a couple hours every weekend.

I'd take her to the park

and push her on a swing

and buy a shaved ice.

You know what that's life.

I was there

every Saturday, no matter what,

until I...

till I went up again.

The years kept piling up,
one after another.

By the time I got out,

she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Already made up her mind
what kind of man I was.

I figured

that new job I had was my chance

to make a little bit of money.

Maybe put her in college,

do something right for once in my life.

No.

You guys go ahead and believe
whatever you want to.

(sirens blaring in distance)

When did you tip them off? Right
after you gave me your word?!

Nobody tipped anybody off, Roy.
I told you our team

would come looking for us,
didn't I tell you that?

Lose them! Now!

Do you hear me?

(siren whooping)

(patrol car engine revving)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(grunting, gunshot, glass breaking)

Now your turn.
Put 'em on, nice and tight.

Back up. Put 'em on.

(Parrish groans) Lean back.
Sit back.

(sirens blaring)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

Buddy, just so you know,

uh, the brake's
the square pedal on the left.

I'm aware of that.
Okay, so what are you doing?

Whatever you're doing,
don't do it, please.

Listen to me, Danny.
Guilty guys... they run.

They don't kidnap a couple of
cops to prove they were framed.

Okay, good. So we drop him off
at HPD, and then we look

into the story ourselves.
Do not... without... No, we don't.

No, we don't?
No, we don't. No, we don't.

Why don't we?
Gave him our word

we would track down Akama before
we turn him over to the cops.

All right, that's what we're gonna do.

Sit back. Sit back.

(sighs)

39 Olive Avenue, Wahiawa.

What is that?
That is Akama's address, okay?

The foreman did not say
that he wasn't working.

He said he wasn't working today.

Okay?

Oh, don't... Look, don't
give me a look, okay?

I did the hard part.
All you got to do now

is outrun the cops.

(sirens blaring)

(engine revving)

Buckle up.
How?

(tires squealing)

Hold on.

(engine revs)

(horn honks)

(horns honking, tires squealing)

(engine revving)

CHIN:
They did what?!

GROVER:
McGarrett just evaded HPD.

Now, officers on

the scene say they saw Detective Williams

with his gun on the fugitive.

Which begs the question...
what the hell is going on?!

I'm not sure.

But I may have an idea
of where they're going.

I'm on my way.

Hey, take it easy.

Nice and slow.

I don't trust you in
these bracelets, either.

Come on. Let's go see

what Archie Akama has to say.
Turn around.

Hold on. Hold on.

Door's open.

You stay with him.

I'm going in.

STEVE:
I got him.

Akama was my only chance
of not going back to jail.

It's all over. That's it.

I'll call it in.

(phone beeps on)

No dial tone.

(phone beeps)

Get down!

Get down!
(gunfire blasting)

(gunfire blasting, glass breaking)

Stay down!

I'm staying down!

Not you. Him.

I got bullets flying
over my head! Huh?

(grunts)

(glass breaking, rapid gunfire continues)

(grunts) (gunfire pops)

Nice entrance.

Why is it everywhere you go,
people are shooting at you?

Today, they weren't gunning for me, okay?

Where's Parrish?

We got separated during the gunfight.

He ain't here. He's gone.

Oh, thank God.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine, too.

Glad to see you guys in one piece.

Any word on Parrish?

No. HPD is canvassing
the neighborhood right now.

Okay, so, what happened?

DANNY: Split up at the courthouse
to go find Parrish.

Turns out, he was
in our car. My car.

And, um, uh, he's innocent, also.

STEVE: The Feds convicted
the wrong guy.

This man Dale Sullivan...
he, uh... he framed Parrish

for the murder.
He also paid off Akama

to lie under oath.

That much we know.

We got Kono running down a lead right now.

Hopefully, she can tell us
who this Sullivan guy really is.

DANNY:
Well, whoever he is,

I'm thinking that he
found out Parrish escaped,

came here to kill Akama to make sure

he didn't recant his testimony.

Right. Then he sat
on the house,

hoping that Parrish would come back here.

We need
to I.D. these shooters ASAP.

All right?
On it.

No sign of Parrish.

Lady next door had her car stolen.

Found these in the driveway.

All right, let's get the plate number out.

Make sure HPD keeps close
eyes on Parrish's daughter.

He's on his own now.
He may turn to her.

Yeah.

Let's get photos and prints
of all these dead bodies.

We need to get CSU started
on running I.D.'s.

(grunts) Let's take a look.

(phone ringing)

Kono, what do you got?

So far we tracked down 12 people
who responded to the job post.

Three of them have criminal records.

Now coincidentally, those same three are

the only ones who were called in
for a job interview

with a man named Dale Sullivan.

They were being screened...
Sullivan was

looking for someone with a record

to pin the crime on.

That's not all.
So based on the descriptions,

I had HPD put together
a composite sketch of Sullivan.

Chin, you're never gonna believe this,

but we met this guy, today.

The FBI agent from this morning.

Yeah, Agent Kohl.
How'd you know that?

I'm standing over
his partner's body right now.

(distorted):
Parrish isn't here.

You are...?

Agent Kohl.

CHIN:
Our fake Fed is Julian Lynch.

Arrested back in 2008
for securities fraud,

but investigators couldn't
make the charges stick.

Seems like this guy has a knack

for staying one step removed
from the cons he runs.

Yeah, by setting other
people up to take the fall.

Look... according to TSA,
Lynch arrived

in Hawaii back in December of 2012.

That's three weeks before

Parrish responded to the job posting.

Right. That's when Parrish
became Lynch's patsy.

Did you say "patsy"?

I did. I've been wanting
to use that word for a while.

You know, if Lynch is bold enough

to pose as an FBI agent
to track this guy down,

he's not gonna stop now just
because the heat's turned up.

Right. That's why we need
to find Parrish before he does.

GROVER:
McGarrett.

The HPD unit we put on Parrish's daughter

just called in to say
she's leaving her house.

Is he still tailing her?
He was,

and then 15 minutes ago
he stopped answering his radio.

♪

PARRISH:
Lauren.

Thanks for meeting me here.

Listen, I gotta...

disappear for a while.

But before I do, there's...

something I wanted you to know.

Never killed that man.

Guess I never gave you
much reason to believe me,

but you gotta believe me now.

Please say you do.

You shouldn't have run.

What'd you do?

(gun cocks)

In her defense, she thought I was FBI.

Wait, what's going on?

What's going on is, probably
for the first time in his life,

your father's telling the truth.

Listen, do whatever you got to do,

but let my daughter go.
Maybe.

We'll see.

You know, it didn't have to go this way.

You could've just lived the rest
of your life in prison.

For a crime I didn't commit?
Does that really matter?

I mean, come on, no offense, but a guy

like you, sooner or later, you
were gonna end up back there.

Please don't do this.
Sorry, hon, I can't be constantly

looking over my should,
wondering if and when

Daddy here is gonna pop up
and get his revenge.

♪

GROVER:
Officer down.

He's gone.
This one belongs to Lauren Parrish.

He must have tailed her here.
There's a lookout about

a half mile down through those woods.

That's got to be where they are.
Let's go. Come on.

I'm so sorry, Dad.
PARRISH: Please stop crying.

You're the only good thing
that ever came out of me.

Let's face it...

I've made enough mistakes
for... two lifetimes.

It's not your fault.

Listen, this is between you and me.

She doesn't need to see...

(Lauren screams)

Daddy!

Daddy? Daddy...

(Parrish gasping)

You son of a bitch!

(groans)

D... Daddy...

LYNCH:
Kill her, and dump 'em both.

(gunshots)

Daddy...

Daddy...

CHIN: Okay, why don't you come with us.
Daddy...

Let's give them some space
to work, okay? Come on.

I got to get pressure on this wound.

GROVER:
This is 3901 to Central.

I got a male GSW, critical condition.

I need a 10-10 expedited
to my location.

STEVE:
Stay with us, Roy.

(panting)

His pulse is fading.

Chin. Send her over.

STEVE:
Lauren, come here.

Come here.
Keep your hands here.

Give me your hand.
He can hear you, okay?

You talk to him. Talk to him.
(sniffles)

(crying):
I believe you.

I believe you.

I believe you.

I love you.
I always have.

(sniffles)

(sobbing, sniffling)

(crying)

(sobbing)

♪

♪

JUDGE: Lauren Parrish, on behalf
of the United States

District Court of Hawaii,
I would like to apologize

for the gross miscarriage
of justice that resulted

in your father's wrongful conviction.

It will never bring him back,

but the record will now show
that Randall Parrish

was posthumously pardoned of all charges.

Thank you for coming.

Figured you might want these back.

PARRISH:
I'm still holding out hope that

one day you'll read these letters.

Because my biggest fear

isn't that I'll spend
the rest of my life in prison

for a crime I didn't do,

it's that I'll die in here
without getting the chance

to tell you how proud I am of you...

and how much you mean to me.

The time we spent together

were the happiest moments of my life.

And I want you to know
that there's nothing

that's made me happier
than being your daddy.

♪

(elevator bell dings)

I don't get it;
I thought I was grounded.

(sighs):
Uh...

I had some time to think
about it, and, uh...

I realized I was maybe a little
bit too hard on you, okay?

You were?

Yes. I was.

Listen, um... I want
you to know something.

I am very proud of you, you know,

for sticking up for your friend.

I'm sorry I didn't say that yesterday.

All right?

You know, I make mistakes, too, sometimes.

I don't always know what
the right thing to do is.

But I always...
I always love you,

no matter what, all right?

Come here.
You're the best.

♪

♪

Hey!
Hey!

CHIN:
Hey, look who made it.

KONO: Hey, Grace, I got a seat
right here for you.

STEVE:
Yeah, sit down, guys.

Help us finish off
these pu-pu's.

Yeah, I don't, uh, think

that sounds right to me,
still, to this day.

(laughter) Oh.

Whoa! That is some serious
bruising you got there.

You should see the other guy.

OTHERS:
Oh! Ooh!

(laughter)

Okay, I'm gonna go get another round.

Danny, come for a walk.

Do you need me to pay for it?

No, I've got Catherine's Amex.
Oh, nice. Be right back.

KAMEKONA:
You got to help me out, Grace.

I was just trying to convince the guys

we should hit the pool for a little dip.

All right, come on, now, we got food here,

people trying to eat...
don't nobody want to see

all that.
Yo, yo, yo, yo.

You're just chickening out
of the belly flop contest

I challenged you to.
GRACE: That sounds fun.

Hey, hey, hey, don't encourage him.

Hey, uh, can I have
three more of these, please?

And, uh, what are you drinking?

I will have a
Longboard... Wow.

Yeah, a Longboard and a Shirley Temple

for my date.

Here it is.
You got money.

That's amazing.
Yeah, I work.

I make money.

Thank you.

Don't touch it.

You're welcome.
Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

♪

(laughing)

She's a great kid, Dan.

Yeah, she's got a mean right cross, too.

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