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STEVE: Dad? JOHN: I didn't say it enough.

I love you, son.

STEVE :
Dad? Dad! No, no, no!

STEVE: Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe. JOE: It's all right, Steve.

I couldn't be prouder...

of the man you've become.

DORIS:
I'm so sorry.

STEVE:
Mom!

I love you so much.

JOE:
You continue to go
down this road, son,

you got to ask yourself:
how many more lives

is that gonna cost?

JOHN:
And pretty soon,
you're gonna need to decide

what kind of man you are.

JOE:
You're the closest thing
I ever had to a son, Steve.

DORIS:
I wasn't trying to hurt you.

JOHN:
I just hope someday
you can understand.

JOE:
Don't wait as long
as I did to find someone.

I don't want that
to happen to you.

DORIS:
I love you.

Whoa.

Morning.

Good morning.

Wow, that's a lot.

A lot?

Yeah.
I was maybe going
for, you know,

sweet, thoughtful, romantic.

I would have even taken,
"Hey, nice spread."

Yeah, no, it's-it's really nice.
It's nice.

I just-- 'cause...

You know, I just grab a coffee
on the way to work.

Yeah, yeah, and you're
usually late because of it.

I shouldn't have asked you
to stay over.

Wait, what does that have
to do with anything?

I just have a routine,
and I-I'm...

used to my own space,

and...

Maybe we're just...
we're moving too fast.

All right.

I'll clean up.

Well, I'll help.

Uh, hey, I-I got it.

Junior, you home?

You really have to start using
single-origin coffee beans.

This mixed blend stuff
assaults the senses.

Boy, it's a good thing
you're cute, Eddie, 'cause

you fail as a guard dog.

He knows a friendly face
when he sees one.

Uh-huh.

And he just loves
his Uncle Gerard, don't you?

Don't...? Yes, you do. Oh.

Yes, you do.

You-- please,

please don't do that.
Eddie, beat it. Let's go.

Out.

Hirsch, you broke
into my house? Why?

Well, no one came to the door,
which was unlocked.

Frankly, I was worried.

Thank you for the welfare check.

I appreciate it.

No, I don't like to run
with my keys.

Danny's on spring break
with his kids,

and Junior slept
somewhere else, so...

I bet I know who it is.

What do you want?

My Uncle Oscar just
had heart surgery.

Okay,
He's, uh,

78, and managing
on his own

is getting
difficult, so...

he's moving in with me.

Okay, I know.

Before you go off
on my generosity,

I owe it to the guy.

He had a huge impact
on me as a kid.

He taught me all
the essentials--

lock-picking,

pickpocketing, how to pull
off a flawless con job...

Good, so he's the one
we should thank.
Hey.

I'm a model citizen
these days, but

my uncle, uh...
well, I'm not so sure.

See,

when the movers dropped off

Oscar's boxes,

I started, uh,
unpacking a little bit.

And, uh...

I found this.

What is that?It's an antique snuffbox.

It's worth, uh...
quite a bit.

How much is "quite a bit"?

I'd say...

several hundred...

thousand.

Excuse me?
And, uh...

given Oscar's history
of criminal ventures,

I have a sneaking
suspicion

that it's, um...

ill-gotten.

All right, let's go
arrest your uncle.

I-I know the statute of
limitations is six years,

so he's in the clear.

But if you could look at

the, uh, HPD
archives and maybe

see if someone reported

the box stolen, and then

at least I can
return the box

to its rightful owners.
Right.

Right, right.

And if there's
no report,

you could sell it
to the highest bidder.

Hey, elder care is not cheap.

Okay, I'll-I'll have Tani

on this right away.Oh, thank you, Steve.

Yeah. McGarrett.

Yeah. No, no, no.

I'll get some people down
there as soon as possible.

Of course. Thanks.

All right, figure this.

We got a dead John Doe.

No ID, the only evidence
we have is that

tire iron, that jack, and that
flat tire with a nail in it.

Hey, Adam.

Hey, Noelani.

What you got here?
Uh...

pretty straightforward.

Single shot through
the left chamber of the heart.

Died instantly.

ADAM:
So, guy gets a flat tire,

pulls over to change it,
someone stops

and jacks him for his car
and wallet.

GROVER:
Yep.

Only this is not
an isolated incident.

Well, how do you know?

Because,
according to HPD,

these robberies are
being perpetrated

by what they're calling
"the Fix-a-Flat Robbers."

Two guys who hit airport
rent-a-car companies.

See, they target a car,
stick a nail in the tire,

car gets rented,
tourist drives off,

they follow that tourist.

Once the tire goes flat...

These guys rob the tourists
for everything they have.

But this time they
graduated to murder.

So, why'd they suddenly
decide to drop a body?

LUKELA:
Cap?

GROVER:
What do you say, Duke?

We sent a photo

of our vic around to all
the car rental places at HNL.

Let me see.

Sure enough,
we got an ID.

John Doe's name is Greg Dean.

Flew in this morning
from O'Hare.

According to the airline,
Mr. Dean flew in

with his wife
Cynthia.

Then where the hell is she?

Hey.

Hi.Double cappuccino.

Extra dry.

Small token of
my appreciation.

Oh, gimme, gimme.

So...

What's new?

Anything you want
to tell me?

Who told you?

About you and
Junior, no one.

McGarrett might have
mentioned that Junior slept

elsewhere last night,

but you don't need to be a
genius to put it together.

So, I'm guessing

Rey-Rei is now official?

Excuse me?
You know, Rey

and Reigns-- Rey-Rei,
got it? Rey-Rei.

Please don't make
that a thing.
No promises.

Why don't we just focus
on your uncle, shall we?

Okay, fine.

Did you find anything yet?

Actually, yes, as much
as it pains me to admit it,

your instincts were right.

I was able to dig up
an old police report

on a stolen
antique snuffbox.

Oh, so much for my
early retirement.

Well, this report's
from 1978, so...

the case wasn't fully
digitized, but it looks like

it was stolen from a
woman named Tabitha May.

What?

1978 was the year my
uncle moved to Seattle.

He only came back to Oahu
recently because of his health.

I suppose the timing
of his move to Seattle

could be a coincidence.

Hold on.

It's saying that
this was not

just a robbery.

It was also a homicide.

Wait, a what?

A housekeeper was shot
when she stumbled

upon the robbery-in-progress.

Uncle Oscar might be a thief,
but he's not a killer.

Well, you just
told me that 1978

was the year that
he left the island

with a key piece of evidence
from a homicide in hand.

O-Okay, that...

could be... quite suspicious.

I'll tell you what,
I'll have HPD pull the evidence.

In the meantime, let's see
what the Internet has to say.

Okay, here's an old article

about the robbery
from The Advertiser.

Oh! Oh! Hold on, wait!

Look, Tabitha's fiancé

Jay Gilbert was the main
suspect, not Oscar Hirsch.

See, I told you my uncle

would ne--

Oh.

I take it
you recognize this man?

That's Uncle Oscar.

It seems Uncle Oscar,
posing as Jay Gilbert,

he met Tabitha, a month later
they were engaged.

Soon after that,
the box was stolen,

the housekeeper was shot,
and Tabitha

never saw her fiancé again.

Hey, I don't suppose
you could pretend...

that you never saw this?

There's a statute
of limitations on a robbery.

Not when it comes to murder.

I just have to see
if he's up.

He usually takes a nap
this time of day.

OSCAR:
Yes, that's right.

French fries.Hey.

Gerry-boy.

Whoa, when I said bring me
a delicious snack,

I meant food, but...
I'll take this, as well.

Uncle Oscar,
this is Tani, a friend.

I know from personal experience
she does not respond

to talk like that.

OSCAR:
So sorry, please, forgive me.

May I present
my soon-to-be fiancée

Therese?
Oh, stop it.

I keep telling you
I'm already married.

Hmm.

You're already married?Mm-hmm.

May I see your hand?

I don't see a ring.

Do you see a ring?
I don't see a ring.

Where's your ring?

What? I was wearing it.

Therese...

my darling...

will you marry me?

Please say yes.

THERESE:
How did you get this

off of my finger?

You better watch yourselves
around this one.

Uncle Oscar, um,
we wanted to ask you

about your, uh, move to Seattle.

1978, right?

Mm.

Um, what prompted you to leave?

There's no state income tax
in Washington.

So, nothing drove you
to leave Hawaii?

Um, just your average
wanderlust.

Yeah, hmm.

You weren't in
any kind of trouble?

OSCAR:
Trouble? Um, no.

What kind of trouble, uh...?

THERESE:
I'm sorry, you two.

His heart rate
is spiking.

You better go lie down.

Ah.

Sure. Thanks, Oscar.

Yeah.

See you in a minute.

Yeah. Sure, Ger.

That doesn't make me feel
like your uncle's innocent,

but with the
heart condition,

agitating him
could be dangerous,

so let's get
the facts first.

Okay.

GROVER:
Look who showed up to work.

Yo, what's up?
Good to see you, brother.

Good to be back,
brother.

Hey.

What we got?All right, so,

HPD found
Greg and Cynthia's rental car

a few miles
from the crime scene.

Luggage was missing,
the car was wiped clean,

but it has the same M.O.
as the other rentals they hit.

Except they took a body
this time.

Got to be a
reason for that.

Maybe the guy was trying
to defend his wife,

fought back, and they
had to put him down.

That doesn't explain
what happened to the wife.

Well, what if this was
a targeted kidnapping?

I mean, these guys
take advantage

of the highly publicized
Fix-a-Flat robberies,

use that as cover
to kidnap Cynthia.

Uh, we reached out
to her family,

and they haven't gotten
any ransom demands.

STEVE:
Either way,
we got to find this woman.

Junior, why don't you get
some more search teams

down to the scene
and widen the search parameter.

If she got away on foot,
she could still be out there.

Sir.
Lou, Adam,
want you to pull

all previous
Fix-a-Flat robbery case files.

We got to ID these perps.
We got to do it right now.

TANI:
We found it during
an investigation.

Unfortunately,
it's still ongoing,

so we can't reveal
any further details.

HIRSCH:
Something wrong,
Ms. May?

We thought you'd be
thrilled to have

such a valuable
item returned.

Oh, no.

Of course I am.

And thank you.

But to be honest,

this is a very painful reminder
of a very difficult time

in my life.

My housekeeper
was murdered,

and I was betrayed
by someone very dear to me.

Your fiancé Jay Gilbert.

So you did your homework.

We read that article from '78.

Well, here's something
that didn't make the papers:

I never recovered from that.

Never learned
to trust again.

Well, I can't imagine
what that must have felt like,

to be taken advantage of
in that way.

Well, worse than that
was that I found out

I wasn't the only one.

The detectives who were
handling the case told me

they found someone
who fit his description.

He had pulled the same con
on four other women before me.

Who knows how many after?

He was my one true love.

But to him...

I was just a mark.

Here's everything HPD has
on these Fix-a-Flat Robbers,

including police sketches based
on witnesses' descriptions.

But we don't have any IDs yet

on Bronytail here
or his partner.

And no pattern to where
they choose to strike.

Times, locations, even
the rental companies they target

vary from robbery to robbery.

All right, so they're just
choosing cars randomly.

Yeah, but HPD
canvassed

the rental car lots
with those sketches

and dug through a mountain
of security footage.

These robbers were
never spotted

on the premises of
any of the companies.

They had help.

Sure.

STEVE:
I mean, somebody
who can access

multiple car rental lots
without seeming out of place.

Could be a mechanic or, uh,

someone who works for a...
a car wash service?

Those companies usually have
their own employees.

What about airport buses?

Think about it-- uh,

Honolulu International,
they have shuttles

that access multiple
car rental lots.

And all the drivers would
have access to all the lots.

All right, let's pull up
HNL employment records,

see what we find.

JUNIOR:
All right, we're searching
for Cynthia Dean.

She's blonde,
five-six, 110 pounds.

KANAPELE: Officer Reigns,
we got something.

JUNIOR:
All right, let's move.

Come on.

Attaboy.

Her pulse is fading.

Call a medic right now.

I need a medic
in Quad Four.

Come on, Cynthia, stay with me.

There.

That should do it.

Thank you.
Well, here, for your trouble.

Thanks, but we'll
just take it all.

Wallets and
cell phones now!

The keys to the rental.

Gonna need that ring, too.

No, please.Let her keep the ring.

Hand it over now!

Not the time
to be a hero!

And then I ran
straight to the woods.

I could hear them firing,

and I just kept going.

I don't think
I realized

that I was hit
until the shots stopped.

And I-I tried
to keep moving,

and I-I started to feel faint.

And then, next thing I remember

is waking up
in this hospital bed.

All right, Cynthia,
I'm gonna show you

a composite sketch.

Are these the guys
who attacked you?

Him.

That's who killed my husband.

Hey, Cap.

I thought I was getting pretty
good at reading you, but, uh,

what was going on with you when
Cynthia was telling her story?

I'm not sure I buy
that grieving widow story.

These guys had a really
good scam going.

Why would they risk
getting hemmed up

on a murder beef
over a wedding ring?

Doesn't add up.

All right.

So, this looks
like all the notes

and documents from
the detective

about the robbery/homicide
at Tabitha's.

Including crime scene photos.

Oh.

Right through the eye?

That's gonna be hard to unsee.

There is no way Uncle Oscar
could do something that brutal.

Well, it looks like Jay Gilbert
was the prime suspect.

And look at this--
there's a whole section

dedicated to the four other cons

that Tabitha was
telling us about.

The detectives
dubbed him

the "Casanova Conman"

because he romanced the women
before he robbed them.

Just like every other
relationship.

Smooth sailing.

Oh, don't tell me there's
trouble in paradise already.

Junior and I got into
our first fight.

It was more like
a tiff, really.

Actually, I don't
know what it was.

Well, what happened exactly?

He made me breakfast.

That monster.

Okay, listen,
relationships

are more like a marathon
than a sprint.

But it's okay to stumble
over those early hurdles.

There are no hurdles
in marathons.

Okay, okay,
just stay with me here.

You just have to get
through those hurdles,

just say sorry a-and move on.

Yeah.

Right, yeah, I know that.

I'm supposed to be
helping you here,

not the other way around,
so why don't we, uh,

just put the couples
therapy aside

and focus on your
uncle, shall we?

Okay, this is the inventory
from all the items

that Oscar stole
from the heiresses.

Okay.

Snuffbox,
some first-edition books.

So, clearly, Uncle Oscar

made some bad choices
with these women,

but it is possible
that someone else

killed Tabitha's housekeeper.

Well, the slug that killed her
was a .256 Winchester Magnum.

That's really rare.

And if you look
at the evidence list...

a custom-engraved pistol

stolen from heiress number two,
Lindsay Harp.

And this requires
that exact same rare ammunition.

Okay, so they think
the Casanova Conman

used the gun he stole
from one heiress

in the robbery of another?Hirsch...

it's really looking
like your uncle did this.

Okay, okay, wait.

These items-- the crystal,
the, uh, first-edition books--

they have to be sold in
a specialized market, right?

Now, Uncle Oscar had a roommate
at the time named Stanley.

Guy was an "antiques dealer,"

but he sometimes moved goods
that, uh...

lacked proper certification.

Right, he was a fence.

Yes. A fence.

So, what if he fenced
the pistol for Oscar

before the murder?

That would exonerate Oscar,
right?

Maybe.

But are you really
telling me you believe

that your uncle had no
part in this murder?

T-Truthfully,
I-I'm not sure of anything.

I'm... I just know that
I got my uncle into this mess.

I-I have to make every effort
to get him out of it.

Spit it out.

Spit what out, Cap?What, you think

you can read me
but I can't read you? Come on.

All right,
it's nothing, okay?

We're working
a case right now.

We should focus
on that, yes?

Oh. Oh, okay.

Alexa...

how's my commute look?

ALEXA:
Traffic looks sluggish.

The fastest route takes
about 35 minutes via H1.

See, we got plenty of
time to get into it.

Hey, that's impressive,
but, you know,

I'm not surprised,
because I know for a fact

that Danny got everybody
one of those for Christmas.

Don't change the subject.

Come on, kid,
what's eating you?

Breakfast.

Breakfast?

Mm-hmm. All I did
was make breakfast.

You know, you wake up
before she does.

You slip out of bed.

You make some bacon,
you make some eggs, yes?

I mean...
Wrong.

'Cause suddenly,
I'm the bad guy.

Suddenly, we're moving too fast,
all because

I wanted to save Tani
a trip to the coffee shop.

Right.
Cap...

how do you get worked up
over breakfast?

I got some bad news
for you, young fella.

I don't have the slightest idea

what Tani was upset about.

But I'll tell you one thing--
it wasn't breakfast.

Tani is a...

little complicated, okay?

I have no idea
what she was thinking,

but I do know one thing:
she thinks the world of you.

So,

give her some space.

Give her some time.
She'll figure it out.

Thanks, Cap.Sure.

Now let's see
if we can do something

to elevate that mood of yours.

Alexa, play us
something upbeat.

ALEXA:
The playlist "Throwback Vibes."

♪ Ow

♪ Yeah, yeah...

♪ I used to think maybe...

Hey, uh, Cap, looks
like Steve's hunch paid off.

They found a shuttle
bus driver at HNL

who appears to be
the robbers' inside man.

He and Adam are moving over
there right now to talk to him.

Well, that's perfect.

See?

Walking on sunshine now, baby.

♪ Now I'm walking on sunshine

♪ Wow

♪ I'm walking on sunshine, wow

♪ And don't it feel good

♪ I say it, I say it,
I say it again now. ♪

LONO:
This is Makani Kai.

Next up, Avis and Hertz.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Hey, my name

is Commander Steve McGarrett
of the Five-O Task Force.

I regret to inform you
that this bus

is now out of service.MAN:
What?

STEVE:
However, another driver

will be along shortly
to pick you all up.
WOMAN:
Really?

So, if you wouldn't mind,
mahalo.

Hey, what the hell's going on?

Why don't you tell us?

Okay, here's how it worked.

Every now and then,
the bus clears out on my route.

If I'm making good time, I stop
in one of the rental car lots,

I get out, I stretch my legs.

I go to the holding area
for cars

waiting to get picked up
that day.

What about security cams?

I know
the blind spots.

And on these big lots,
there are plenty.

All right, so you pick a car.
Then what?

I check the coast is clear.

Then I take one of these nails
and I prop it

underneath the front tire.

So when the car's
brought to the renter,

one of the tires is already
punctured and leaking.

I text some photos of the car
and its plate to my guys.

They're waiting outside the lot
when it rolls out.

All right, they score,
you get your cut.That's it, man.

I swear.

I never signed up for murder.

All right,

we need names right now.

Move in. Go.

You two with me.

This side.Clear!

Down the hall.
Clear.
Clear.

Move.

ADAM:
It's one of
our robbers.

This is Eric Tenney.
This is his place.

He's got a pulse.
We need an ambulance.

This is Officer
Junior Reigns requesting

immediate
EMT assistance.

I have an adult male,
breathing but unresponsive.

Whoa. What the hell
happened here?

ADAM:
It's Greg and Cynthia's luggage.

Well, maybe, uh, our robbers

came back here
to split up the score,

there's a disagreement,
they turn on each other?

Yeah, but somebody tied
this guy to a chair

and gave him a hell
of a beating,

like they were trying
to get information

out of him
or something.

I mean, why would
his partner do that?

Oh, oh.

Check this out.
Looks like a secret compartment.

Appears to be lined with lead.

So the X-ray machines
wouldn't see what's in there.

Yeah. Also got a GPS tracker
stuck inside.

Well, you know what this means.

Cynthia lied to us.

Her husband wasn't killed
over some wedding ring.

He was killed over this bag.

Yeah, they were trying
to smuggle something in.

Can't argue with you guys there.

Still doesn't explain
who tortured our perp

and trashed the place, though.GROVER:
It doesn't.

But I bet Cynthia's
lying ass can.

WOMAN :
Attention all staff,

King's Medical is implementing
lockdown procedures.

Duke, what's going on?

LUKELA:
Steve,

we've searched the hospital
from top to bottom.

Cynthia Dean is gone.

STEVE:
All right, so Greg

wasn't killed over a ring,
he was killed trying to stop

those robbers from taking
that suitcase.

GROVER:
I think it's safe

to assume that whatever
these guys were smuggling,

it's worth a hell
of a lot of money.

Yeah, I think
it's also safe

to assume that Greg and Cynthia
have a contact on this island.

Whether it's the buyer

or whoever it is
they're smuggling for,

those people find out
what's going on,

then they use the GPS tracker
to locate the suitcase.

And then they arrive
at Tenney's house

and realize they're too late.

His accomplice has already taken
off to go fence the merchandise.

Right, then they put
the screws on Tenney

to find out where
his friend's gone.

I can't imagine that their
efforts were unsuccessful.

I mean, they left
the guy in a coma.

And now the only person
who can give us a bead

on who these guys are
is Cynthia.

And now she's M.I.A.

Hirsch, if your uncle's
old roommate confirms

that he didn't sell the gun

before Oscar disappeared,
that would mean that Oscar

had access to the likely
murder weapon that night.

Do you understand
what that means?

I know.

Look...

Y-You have to understand.

Oscar wasn't just my fun uncle
who taught me how to run cons.

When my father
was too busy

with his art career
to give me any attention,

Oscar was always there for me.

He was my whole world
when I was a kid.

STANLEY:
Sure.

I fenced items
for Oscar all the time.

Watches, jewelry, art.

He stole 'em,
I sold 'em.

And we'd split the profits
fifty-fifty.

That's not a bad gig.Not at all.

Your uncle was p-prolific.

Especially when it came to
those ladies. They were loaded.

Crystal, china.

First edition Faulkner.

Moses smell the roses.

What about
an engraved pistol?

Do you remember
anything like that?

Oh, you mean, you mean the .256?

With the ivory inlay?

Hmm.

That would have fetched
a pretty penny.

But Oscar wouldn't part with it.

TANI:
You obviously knew

that he was scamming
these heiresses.

Do you remember a Tabitha May?

He told me about
the antique snuffbox she had.

Thing was worth a boatload.

No wonder he skipped town.
Didn't want to share

that big a score
with old Stanley.

What about that night
that-that Oscar left?

Do you remember that?Sure.

He came back to the apartment
late, acting real cagey.

Then, in the middle of the
night, he split without a word.

Left behind all
his worldly possessions.

It made no sense until I read
about the robbery in the papers.

That's when I put
two and two together

and realized what happened.

Oscar killed that lady.

You didn't think
to go to the police?

I considered it,
but it would have been hard

to explain how I got
that information.

Always did feel
guilty, though,

thinking about
that poor housekeeper,

shot through the eye like that.

Meanwhile,
Oscar's probably

still living on what
he fetched for that snuffbox.

Well, he's not exactly
living the high life.

He, uh, moved
in with me.

Wait. Oscar's
back in town?

Yeah.
Well.

The stones on that guy.

So, you gonna arrest him?

Well, after the story you just
told, we may have no choice.

Especially if we find out

he's still in possession
of that pistol.

The smoking gun, huh?

I'd be surprised
if he ever sold it.

It-it could've linked him
to the murder, of course.

Your uncle's a lot of things,
Gerard, but he's no dummy.

I'm not really sure
who my uncle is anymore.

TANI:
Thank you, Stanley.

We have to get a search warrant
so we can search those boxes

that Oscar had sent over
to Gerard's house.

So this might
all be over soon?

It could take a few hours
to get the warrant,

but if we can find that gun,

this cold case could be solved
by the end of the day.

So, I guess
there's no denying it.

My uncle's a murderer
after all.

Did you hear what he said
about the housekeeper?

That he shot her in cold blood?
Uh, yeah.
No.

Specifically that she was shot
through the eye.

That wasn't in the papers.
Only the police know that.

Yeah, and one other person:
the murderer.

You think Stanley killed her,
and not my uncle?

I do.

And if I'm right, I think I know
what he's gonna do next.

Hey.JUNIOR:
So, we have an APB out

on our missing robber
Christian Hopkins.

No sign of him yet.

And still no word back
on Cynthia's whereabouts.

But we looked
into her travel history

and found an
interesting pattern.

She's been logging dozens
of trips a year,

all with Greg.GROVER:
So, this isn't

the first time they've done
this smuggling thing.

ADAM:
The destinations vary.
Amsterdam, London, Chicago.

But there's one city they
travel to regularly.

Antwerp.

It's a hub for the global
diamond trade.

GROVER:
Well, that makes sense.

Diamonds are highly portable,
they're easy to stash,

and who the hell's gonna
think of a Midwestern couple

as some kind of big
diamond smuggler?

All right, let's reach out
to HPD, see if they can tell us

anybody who fences diamonds
on the island.

I'm sure there are
not many places

that Hopkins can move
that much ice.

STEVE:
Right. But we have
to assume

that the guys who put
Hopkins' partner

in a coma know
where he's headed.

And if they find
him first,

he's dead.

OSCAR:
Weren't you gonna
say hello, Stan?

What? Nothing to say?

Okay. I'll do
the talking.

'Cause I've had 42 long years
to think of what I wanted

to say to you after
you forced me off the island.

None of this would have happened
if you'd just done

what you were supposed to do.

It was one job, Stan.

And you just couldn't let it go.

No, I was supposed to just walk
away from that kind of payday

because you got the hots
for the mark?

I loved Tabitha.
And she loved me.

She didn't love you.

She loved Jay Gilbert,
a fiction, a myth.

Tell you what, Stan.

I'm gonna call the cops.

I'm gonna tell 'em everything.

They can put me away
for thieving, conning.

I don't care.

As long as they
put you away, too.

I'm afraid
I can't let you do that.

TANI:
Drop it.
STANLEY:
What?

Thanks for the confession,
by the way.

It'll make it

that much easier
to put you away for murder.

STEVE:
Any luck with
those diamond fences?

No, nothing yet, but
we got something else.

So, a nurse
working Cynthia's floor

at the hospital

reported her
cell phone stolen.

HPD tracked it and found it
in the trash can out front.

We figured Cynthia must have
swiped it on her way out,

so we pulled records

and found an
outgoing call

to this guy.JUNIOR: Fetu Kahele.

A known player with
the local Samoan street gangs.

It appears that
this is the guy

that Cynthia and Greg were
smuggling the diamonds to.

It makes sense, the Samoans
would want diamonds.

It's a tax-free
mobile currency.

All right, let's have HPD
round up anybody

they find affiliated
with this gang.

If these guys
are going after the diamonds,

there's a good chance
Cynthia's with them.

GROVER:
Hey, Eric Tenney's
out of his coma.

Just in time to inform us

that his partner
Christian Hopkins

is gonna sell those diamonds
to one of their connections.

The meeting's in ten minutes
in a parking structure

in Chinatown,
and I have the address.

Let's go.

Move, move, move!Yo, yo, get out of the way!

Look, I don't know
who you are,

but you can take the diamonds
and the money.

Good idea.No, please! Aah!

Let's go.

I said, let's go.

You took something from me
that I can't get back.

FETU:
It's Five-O! Shoot 'em!

Hands! Hands! Right now!

Weapons down!
Put it down!

Get on your knees!That's it, fellas.
Nice and slow.

STEVE:
Hands on your head, interlock
your fingers right now.

Now! Move!

Boss?

Copy.

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

Look at me. Cynthia.

Be smart, Cynthia.

Got to drop that weapon,

or we got to put you
down. You know that.

Cynthia.

I'm putting

my weapon down.

Don't look at
him. Look at me.

Okay?

I know that you just lost

the most important person
in your life, okay?

I understand the
weight of that pain.

I do.

Cynthia, look at me.

If you kill this man,

it's not gonna take
that pain away.

Please put the weapon down.

Please.

It's okay.

Just turn around
for me, okay?

I got you.

Everything's
gonna be okay.

I got you. Come on.

Watch your head.

You know, it's funny. If
things went differently,

we might still be
running cons today.

But there was a wrinkle.

I fell in love.HIRSCH:
You could've

gone to the police,
tell them what really happened.

Honestly, the thought
of implicating myself

or doing time for my part in it,
that didn't scare me.

No, it was the...

It was the thought of
looking Tabitha in the eye

and admitting what I had done.

So I held on to
that damn snuffbox

for all of these years,

hoping that I would
have the chance...

...and the courage to return it.

Yeah.

I-I-I know I caused you
a lot of pain.

Truth is,

you saved my life.

After what happened,

I went straight.
I never robbed anybody again.

I also...

never loved
another woman again.

Not like I loved you.

I know I don't deserve
your forgiveness,

but if you'd be willing
to give me a chance,

I'd-I'd like to try
to gain it back.

As nice as, uh,
half a million dollars would be,

helping Uncle Oscar get a shot
at a second chance, it's...

it's priceless, isn't it?

Have to agree
with you on that.

And who knows? If things
go well enough with Tabitha,

maybe he won't have
to move in with me.

What?

You guys are always
telling me to be honest.Yeah.

You're right. Honesty's
good. It's good.

Feel like honesty could
have saved those two

a lot of heartbreak.

Hey, you know,
getting past those hurdles

is what helps you
get through the, uh...

the relay?

No. What...

What race has hurdles?

It's called the hurdles.

Ah. Aptly named.

What's going on?

Since when did you start
locking the front door?

Uh, since McGarrett
came home to find this guy

on our couch,
drinking our coffee,

making out with our dog.HIRSCH:
Hey.

Eddie definitely made
the first move.

Hmm. Well, I got
some good news,

Joon. We weren't the only
ones who closed a case today.

These two, apparently,

have just solved a
40-plus-year-old murder

andbusted an armed senior
citizen. How about that?

JUNIOR:
Congrats. Congrats.

McGarrett's
gonna be out soon.

Anyone up for a beer?Oh, not for me.
But I would like

a glass of that
Central Coast chardonnay

that I saw languishing
in the fridge this morning.

All right. Chardonnay
for the man.Oh, no.

I-I can get it. I-I know
where you keep the stemware.

Cap?

No, I'm good, I'm...

Yeah, um,
I think I'll have some wine.

Can we go somewhere to talk?

My reaction this morning.

It was...Not about breakfast?

It was not, no.

I know I-I don't talk
about this a lot,

but, you know, my-my mom left us
when, when I was really young,

and, uh, I think it...

I think it really screwed me up
back then, and...

it still does.

Any time someone's good to me,

any time I start
to like someone, like...

like, really like them,

I g-get this fear

that I'm gonna lose them

because I don't deserve them.

And so I self-sabotage,

because if someone's
gonna leave you,

then it's better to be
the one that ends it, right?

And that's why my problem

is you.

Because you're so good
and you're so kind

and you're so lovely to me

that every...

frightened and insecure bone
in my body just...

just wants to blow it up
before you do.

Look at me. Hey. Look at me.

I'm not going anywhere.

I could totally
start being meaner

if that's what you want.

You couldn't if you tried.

Mmm.

It's quite puckery

with a sexy nose of,
uh, oak and molasses.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's funny.

I-I'm only getting
a whole lot of BS.

The problem is, you're
not tasting it right.

You have to take
in the aroma,

then tilt your head back,

swirl it around
in your mouth

to excite the taste buds.

Am I interrupting
something?

Good. Beer.

Thank you.Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
You got it, buddy.

There you go.

So, I just got off the phone
with Interpol.

Cynthia is cooperating.

Mmm!They seem optimistic
that with her help,

they'll be able to shut down
the diamond smuggling operation.

Well, I'll drink to that.

With a beer.

Hey, where is everyone?

Yeah, that's a good question.

JOHN:
When he was five years old,

I asked my son Steve what
he wanted to be when he grew up.

"I want to be a cop,
Dad, like you."

I told him to...

be anything but that.

The life of a cop is...

is not easy.

It's not that I'm not proud
of the work that I did,

but more than anything,
I have, uh...

I have regrets.

It's McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett.
My name is Michael Claypool.

I'm a barrister here in London,

and at my client's instruction,
I've been tasked

with hand-delivering
a package to you.

If it works for you,

I can be in Honolulu
in two days' time.

I'm-I'm sorry,
who's your client?

Doris McGarrett.

There must be some mistake.

My mother,
she died, uh, months ago now.

Her estate's all been settled,
so, uh...

This is a separate matter.

And your mother's instructions
were very clear.

Upon her death,

I was to wait a period
of four months

before contacting you.

This package, what is it?

I'm sorry. I don't know.

I'm just following
the instructions I was given.

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