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Damn it.

Look... for the record,
all right?

To be clear,

I do this for you,

we're even, we're square, right?
There's no-no favor

hanging over my head anymore?

Are you referring to the liver
that I gave you,

the-the gift of life?

Is that the...? That's the one.

Yeah, okay, we're even,

'cause this is life or death.

All right. All right. Good.

Hey, bud. Thank you.

I just got to make sure
you're okay with this.

I mean, you've been getting a
lot of mileage out of this one.

You sure you want to retire it
on something small like this?

- Yeah, yeah.
- You-you don't, you don't know

what we're walking into,
you haven't met her.

You'll-you'll understand
when you, when you do, okay?

Danny, I've done a lot of
protection details in my life.

We're gonna babysit
a-a novelist for a day?

It's gonna be a cakewalk.

Okay, well, that's...
You know, your,

naive optimism is-is very cute.

I got to say, this is
genuinely fascinating.

I've seen you in a lot
of tough situations

over the years, right? Yeah.

Life on the line type stuff,
back to the wall.-

Look at you, you're all tense
and edgy over an old lady?

Well, that-that should tell
you something, shouldn't it?

All right. I mean,
all I'm saying

is that it doesn't
make sense to me, all right?

And she's not even
your mother-in-law anymore

and look how dramatic
you're being.

Okay, I'm not being
dramatic, okay?

You don't know her, I do.

She, she's a certain way;

She tortured me my
entire marriage.

Okay? Just, what are you
gonna do? Just tell me.

I'm gonna stand there
and look handsome

and not say anything ever. That's right.

That's right... she's-she's,
she's very snobby,

she does not, have
a good sense of humor.

You will offend her if you are
yourself, so don't do that.

Okay?

Whatever you want.
I'm just saying,

I'm sure she's not as bad
as you're making out.

Okay.

Thank God you're here.

Something terrible has happened.

Did someone die?

The airline has lost my luggage.

Hello.

Who's this?

Um... Yeah. Come on in, come on in.

Stop dragging your feet, Daniel.

I'm walking as fast as I can.

Victim's name is Brad Chen.

24 years old.

C.O.D. was...

Well, he was hit
by a semitruck head-on

traveling
at 70 miles per hour. Yeah, that'll do it.

You'll excuse me if I
don't lift the sheet

to take a look at this one?
Of course.

This happened on the H-1 highway
late last night,

and according to witnesses,

Mr. Chen walked
into oncoming traffic

shirtless and screaming
at passing motorists.

Really? Well, it seems to me

that Mr. Chen's sudden desire

to stop a speeding truck

with his face was perhaps
chemically induced.

He was definitely
on drugs, all right.

Just not the kind
you might expect.

Tox screen indicates
a cocktail of HGH

and testosterone,
as well as a huge dose

of pyrovalerone.

Okay, I've heard
of the first two,

but what's Pyro... Pyro...

Valerone. It's a central
nervous system stimulant.

Athletes use it

to increase stamina
and to shed weight.

But the thing is,

this drug is almost chemically
identical to bath salts.

It causes delirium,
agitation, paranoia.

Users often feel invincible,

which can lead
to self-injurious behavior.

Okay, so the guy
took a bad cocktail

of drugs and convinced himself
he was the Incredible Hulk.

What do you guys
call that again?

What is it, "death
by misadventure"?

Yes, but this isn't
a case of that.

I had the lab run
a tissue sample,

and analysis confirmed
that our vic

was definitely
a regular steroid user,

but there was no sign

that he'd ever used
pyrovalerone before.

And for good reason...
Nothing good

can come out of
combining these drugs.

A high dose like this, and
pyrovalerone is extremely lethal.

So you're saying the
presence of this drug

all but guaranteed his death?

I'm saying that if Brad Chen
hadn't been killed by the truck,

he would have died
within a matter of hours

from massive cardiac arrest.

Well, then that leads me

to conclude there's only one
of two things possible here.

Either Chen goofed up
his regular injection

by topping it off
with the drug that killed him...

Or someone wanted him dead and
then messed with his steroids

to make it happen, in
which case, this wouldn't

be an accident. That's right.
It'd be murder.

This is all my fault.

This is what I get
for flying commercial.

And of course, also...

for compromising my standards

for the sake
of my cheapskate publisher.

Here.

Do sit down.

And now my beautiful
Louis Vuitton vintage luggage

is God knows where.

I mean, how difficult can it be

to get seven suitcases
on a plane?

Seven suitcase? How long,
how long you staying for?

Two days.

So you packed light.

Sorry. That's a terrible joke.
This is horrible,

what's happened,
but we're gonna get

to the bottom of it; We'll figure it out.
You know, I don't think

that you really
understand the enormity

of this crisis, Daniel.

No, I-I do.

But please, explain to me
the enormity of the crisis.

Isn't it obvious?

I have absolutely
nothing to wear

for my book signing. You look fantastic!

You should wear what you're wearing
right now. Don't be ridiculous.

I can't possibly wear this
travel-stained, creased outfit.

My fans expect me to look
glamorous all the time.

I guess I'll just have to pray
to the gods of fashion that

I can find something suitable
in this godforsaken place.

You don't say much, do you?

How long have you known him?

Daniel's my partner.
We work together.

My name's Steven.

And for the record, it's very
nice to meet you, Mrs. Savage.

Please, call me Mandy... Steve.

And I'm very happy that
we're gonna be working together.

I hope that Daniel
filled you in on the problem.

My usual security
officer, Gavin,

well, his visa ran out,

so he's trapped in the U.K.

Aha. Well,

we will endeavor to fill.

Gavin's shoes

and make sure your stay here
is both pleasant and safe.

Well... you certainly
look the part.

But are you capable?

I can handle myself.

I'll bet you can.

He's a...

ex-Navy SEAL.

He's the head of Five-O, so
he could definitely handle

a couple of crazy
fans, no problem.

Well, how divine.

A Navy SEAL...
That is so exciting.

Well, I think we'd
better stop chitchatting,

otherwise I'm never
gonna get anything to wear.

Would you mind calling the limo?

The lim... We got,

I got my car downstairs.

What is it?

It's a Camaro.

A Camaro?

I don't think so.

I'll just go freshen up.

Ciao.

So...

what do you think?

Expensive.

Not about the champagne. She's great.

I love her. See?

I love her. Yeah, well,

she served you champagne.

She didn't give me
any champagne.

She also never told me
to call her Mandy...

I've known her 20 years.

Right? You hear the thing
about the car? Yeah.

What do you think
about that? Not nice.

Not a nice thing to say.

I think she knows
what she wants, and I think

you need to relax.

That's all. Just take it,
take it down a notch.

Okay?

Ready to go, boys?

Yep.

Do you mind? Do I mind?

Of course I don't mind. Thank you.

Andiamo.

Andiamo. You speak Italian.

You're quite the charmer.

Kiss-ass.

From the age of four,

I couldn't get that mitt
out of his hand.

Well, obviously, you had
yourself one talented boy.

Scouts started coming to his games
when he was in junior high.

All of them said Brad
had the potential

to be one of those
five-tool players.

He got a full ride
at Vanderbilt,

won a national
championship there...

and then worked his way up

to Triple-A ball in Texas.
Coaches were saying it was

just a matter of time before
he got called up to the majors.

So how'd he end up
back in Hawaii?

About a year ago,
he tore his rotator cuff.

Had the surgery,
did all the right things,

and... eventually got back
to about 90% of what he was.

That ten percent.

Yeah. Yeah,
that makes all the difference

when you're talking about
having a career in the pros.

Kid was tough, though.

Never gave up.
That's why he moved back.

To rehab and get healthy.

He knew the odds
were against him,

but that wasn't gonna
stop him from trying.

Mr. Chen, were you aware that
your son was doing steroids?

No.

But baseball was
everything to Brad,

and he was desperate
to get that back.

The injection he took

last night contained
a lethal dose of the drug

pyrovalerone,

and it's highly unlikely
that that was an accident.

I don't understand.
What are you saying?

We're treating this incident

like a homicide.

Do you know of anyone

who might've wanted
to target your son?

Target him?

Yeah. No, of course not.
He was a good kid.

Well, in that case,
whoever supplied Brad

with those steroids
is our lead suspect,

which is why it's very important
that we track them down.

I'm sorry, but I have no idea

where Brad would've
gotten steroids from.

It doesn't make sense.

Why would someone
want to hurt my boy?

Well, Mr. Chen, that's what
we're gonna try to find out.

Okay, here we go.

I got, empty vials.

They have letters on them.
I'm guessing for

the day of the week
that he took the dose.

Yep, got one here, too.

This one says Wednesday, which
would make that his last dose.

All right, let's bag it
and take it back to the lab.

Our killer's DNA or fingerprints
could be on one of these vials.

Wouldn't that be so-helpful?

Which probably means
it's not gonna happen.

Ever the optimist.

Yo, check this out.

Bags of blood?

Not typically what people
put in their fridge.

No.

You know, I thought
"shop till you drop"

was just an expression.
I may actually

collapse under the weight
of these bags.

Yeah, you guys got
a lot in common, you know.

She's got no impulse control
either.

And also, did you notice
that she didn't take

any of my advice, but you,
it's like you were, like,

a fashion guru or something.
Yeah.

Let me tell you something, buddy.
What?

I'm four glasses
of champagne in today,

I am going with the flow
and enjoying the ride.

I suggest you do the same thing.

Small token to say thank you
for all your help.

What?

I realize, of course,

that Daniel had to come because
of the family obligations

and that, but you came here

of your own volition,

and for that,
I thank you. Cuff links, wow.

This...

I mean that-that...
You-you really,

you didn't have to do this.

No, it's nothing really.

Nothing? That's what I got.

Did you say something, Daniel?

No, I didn't.

Amanda... Mandy,
tell me something.

Where do you get these ideas
for all these books you write?

Well,

they just come to me,

Steven. Yeah.

In fact, I've just had
this wonderful idea

for a new romance.

It's a brilliant story

about a handsome
police detective

who risks everything
for the love of an older woman.

Not that old, actually.

I would, I would read that.

Yeah, except he
can't actually read

unless it's a cereal box
or something like that.

You know, my favorite

sex scene was in a limousine.

Well, not a limousine like this.

I mean, this reminds me
of my daughter's wedding day.

Yeah? I had such high hopes
for Rachel.

She dated some wonderful men.

She even dated a minor member

of the royal family. Is that right?

Yeah.

Well, I had a vision
of arriving at her wedding

to a marvelous English cathedral

in a horse-drawn carriage.

Instead, I found myself

in a place called "Hackensack,"

driving in a white limousine

with a fish tank in it.

My dad paid extra
for the fish tank.

Really classed it up, you know?

Really nice.-

Well, Daniel, you and I have
different ideas

of what constitutes class.

So lab results

are back, and as we expected,
the blood in the mini fridge

was drawn from our vic.

- Makes sense.
- The guy was doping.

Drawing and reinjecting
his own plasma

to increase stamina
and endurance.

Yeah, that would be
the natural assumption.

However, Noelani found
no evidence of increased

blood oxygenation
during autopsy.

Well, why is this guy
storing his own blood?

Could be a member
of a vampire community.

Yeah, that was a good one.

You're not joking.
He's not joking.

It's a real thing.

I mean,
they're not actual vampires.

Just like-minded individuals

who embrace a lifestyle

and drink blood on occasion.

Yeah.

What do you say
we table the vampire theory

for now, Jerry? Copy that.

Do we have anything else?

Lab results on the vials.

The discarded silver-topped ones
were a mix

of steroids and testosterone,

and the recently used
gold-topped one tested positive.

Okay, so what do we think?

Someone switched out
one of the vials,

and our vic just didn't notice?

That sounds good, except for
there's another possibility.

Maybe this gold top vial
is one of many

that are circulating
at the moment.

Which means
there could be a whole batch

of bad product out there.

Well, if that's the case,
we could be looking

at a lot more body drops.

And this could escalate
into a full-blown

public health crisis.

Well, whatever the case
may be, one thing is clear.

We're on a clock, people.
We need to find

the source of these drugs
before more people die.

Ladies and gentleman,
it's my pleasure

to introduce our honored guest.

You know her as the acclaimed
author of such bestsellers

as Five Nights in Cairo,

Castle of Secrets
and Mallory's Lament.

Her latest novel,
The Queen's Chamber,

is available through
Mystique Publishing.

Please

give a warm welcome
to Amanda Savage!

Hello.

Keep these mouth-breathers
away from me,

and don't let them paw me.

I hate to be touched.

Anything else?

Yes. When I say the code word,
get me out of here.

What's the code word?

"Get me out of here."

Got it.

Thank you for coming.

You look wonderful.

We love you, Amanda! Thank you.

You rang?

Indeed I did. Adam?

So I did some digging
into Brad Chen.

As you'd expect for an athlete
who was rehabbing from injury,

guy was a total gym rat.

Those are the logs
from a local gym

called "Island Club and Spa."

Okay. Well,
it looks like he spent

every waking hour here.

Makes sense. These places
are swimming in steroids.

Plus, tons of people
looking for shortcuts

to get some gains, and dealers
who see a captive market.

Right, so this is likely

where Brad got his supply.

I'm impressed.

Thing is,

if we're gonna catch the guy
who sold to him,

we can't exactly go in there

flashing our badges.

Okay. Yeah, I know
what this look means.

Do you know what it means?

Okay.

Hey, thanks for that tip. No worries.

Matt. Matt Zenner. Matt Zenner.

Hey, dude, I'm gonna
definitely hit you up

about that personal
training, all right?

Only if you want
to get swole, dude.

Yes, sir. Yeah.

Hey, attention, everyone.

I want to introduce our latest
addition to the ICS family.

This is Ashleigh.

She'll be teaching

step aerobics and yoga.

But today, she's just observing

and learning the ropes.

So make her feel at home.

Thank you so much.

Hi. I'm Ashleigh.

Hi. Millie. Nice to meet you. So,

is this, like, a
chill place to work?

'Cause, um, you know,
the last gym I was at...

It was swimming with
these muscle heads.

You know the type. Like,
they get all juiced up

on steroids, and then they...

they get agro with
the female staff.

Yeah, I hate to break it
to you, but there's a lot

of that here, too. Really?

All right, my man,

thank you.Okay.

I'm pretty sure that
guy thinks I'm gay.

Weird. You're just
a normal heterosexual dude

chatting up every muscly guy
in this gym.

What would make anyone
think that?

Anyway, did you find anything?

Well, I've been laying
it on pretty thick that,

you know, I'm in the
market for some juice,

but everyone here
is pretty cagey

about where they
get their product.

Meanwhile, I've done, like,

17 sets of bench press,
80-something dead lifts,

ran ten miles on the treadmill.

I don't know how much
more of this I can take.

Okay, well, I got a tip for you.Okay.

So, my new bestie,
Millie the dance instructor?-

She says that that guy,

Derek... he's, like,

really deep in the roids scene.

He seems pretty intense.Yeah.

And he's single, too, from what
I hear, so get in there, cowboy.

Go get him.

That's impressive, man.

Yeah, thanks.

Hold on a second.

I got to 'gram this.

"Just another day in the lab.

"#Gymtime,

"#Gains,

#BeYourBest."

Dude,

your biceps, man...
They're jacked.

Got any tips?

Most people, when they think
arms, they think biceps.

Tri is the bigger muscle.

You got to do your dips,

skull crushers,
close-grip push-ups.

Yeah, man. Yeah,
yeah, I-I hear you, man.

You know, sometimes
I'm just a little bit

impatient, you know?

Want to see them gains.

I feel you.

So, you know anyone
who could hook me up?

You know what I mean?

Meet me out back.

Five minutes.

All right.

Ashleigh. Yeah?

I need a favor.

Um, okay. What?

My kid's school just called.

He puked all over
the lunch room,

and I gotta pick him up.

Can you cover my class?

Um, okay. Yeah, what...
What-what class is it?

Hi. Okay, hello.
Thanks for coming.

Welcome to Booty Boost 101.

DJ, drop that beat.

Thank you.

Next. You all right?

Hear that stuff
about the wedding?

Yeah, it was a little harsh. Little bit.

But that's the difference

between, English
and American. You know, they...

Look, first of all,
they're notoriously stuck-up.

And second of all,
their humor, it's...

I mean, it's a little cutting,
you know?

I-I don't...
I don't think it is...

has anything to do
with cultural differences.

I think she just
doesn't like me.

You know, never has. I know.

You know, when I...

when I was gonna propose
to Rachel,

I thought it'd be a nice thing
to ask her for her blessing

'cause her father
had passed away.

So I flew all the way
to England,

which I could not afford
at the time,

only for her to tell
me, "No. Beat it."

She told you no?

Yeah. Specifically, she said,
"I'm gonna tell Rachel

"the same thing I
always tell my agent.

Never take the first offer."

That's what she said.

I'm glad you think that's funny.
No, I'm sorry.

It's not funny. Please, go on.

There's nothing to go on.
We obviously got married.

Rachel told me to blow
it off, which I did,

but then, you know, things
start to get a little rocky

between Rachel and I.

You got somebody in her ear
telling, you know,

"You're not good enough.
You're not good enough."

Then you start to think, "Not
good enough. Not good enough."

"Things aren't working.
Not good enough.

Not good enough."
You know what I mean?

You know what that is, right?

That right there,
that's self-pity talking.

Okay? 'Cause let me
tell you right now,

you, my friend,
you are more than adequate.

Thank you. Thank you. You're welcome.

Yo, Derek.

We cool? Dude, you got some nerve

coming into our gym,

asking around for product
on your first day.

That kind of move will
get people talking.

And the last thing we
want is for you to ruin

the sweet situation
we got going here.

Okay, so you're worried
about the cops coming down here?

Yeah.

All right. Well, am I gonna get
my product or what?

Because I still need
to hit my quads today.

Smart-ass.

Yeah, I got your product.

But how about we give
you a beatdown instead?

Kick his ass.

You broke my nose, man.

Yeah, I broke your nose?

Now you're under arrest.

All right?

Dude, you're a cop?

Yeah, I'm a cop.
Now you're gonna tell me

the name of the dealer
supplying this gym.

All right? Move
before I break your teeth.

So, I've been reviewing CCTV
from the gym.

For liability reasons,
almost the whole club

is covered with cameras,
which is good for us

because a week ago,
our vic, Brad Chen,

was captured lurking around
the "employees only" area.

Check this out.

What is he doing?

Where's he going?

Into the men's locker room
or something? What is that?

Yeah. No cameras in there,
of course, but check out

the time code. He exits
less than three minutes later.

Wearing the exact same clothes.

Oaky, where's he going
in such a hurry?

Well, I spoke
to the gym manager,

and he did a quick check,

and it seems one of their
master keys went missing.

These keys can open
any locker in the place.

However, none of the members

reported anything stolen
around that date.

I guess not. The only thing

that Chen would have been going
in that locker room to steal

would be steroids.Right.

So, no one's gonna report that.

Okay. So, Chen swipes
the master key

and then goes into the locker

of someone that he
knows has product.

He's only got a short window.
Doesn't check the vials,

ends up grabbing one
of the gold tops.

You're saying he dosed himself
by accident?

Which means that whoever
he stole the drugs from

was either
the intended target...

Or that was the person
who was peddling

this new poisoned steroid.

Just heard from Junior.

According to one of
the regular buyers at the club,

the steroids are all run through
a member named Moses Pacheo.

Perfect. You got an address?

The hell happened here?

Neighbor called in a complaint.

The homeowner, Moses Pacheo,

was tearing his own house apart.

Wait, one man did all this?

Mr. Pacheo was in an extremely
agitated state when we arrived.

We tried to subdue him,
but he resisted.

I've never seen anything
like it. He put five

of my officers down. Move! Move!

That's it. Stop!

Get down on the ground! LUKELA
So I gave the order to open fire,

and he took three slugs
like it was nothing.

So, what put him
under that sheet?

His own heart, apparently.

All of a sudden,

he collapsed and dropped dead

from a massive cardiac arrest.

Well, sounds to me like he got
ahold of the same toxic batch

of steroids that killed
Brad Chen, doesn't it?

Yeah. And now that he's dead,

we're no closer to finding out
who's behind all this.

Well...

found the inventory
for Pacheo's house of roids.

And they all have silver tops.

Ones I found in the bathroom
have gold tops.

Okay, these are unopened.

These must be the
ones he's selling.

Maybe the ones with gold
tops are for personal use? Yeah.

Also found a used vial
and syringe.

Looks like he had just shot up.

Well, that explains
why he went berserk.Yeah.

Got something
you guys should see.

Wow.

See, that's just nasty.

I hope this guy didn't do
a lot of home cooking.

Check it out.

That appears to be the initials
of whomever this blood

was drawn from
and the date that it was drawn.

If it's other people's plasma,

then that likely means
different blood types.

So Pacheo couldn't have been
using this to dope himself.

Then what was he using it for?

So, I heard back

from the lab.
That cache of drugs

that Moses Pacheo was selling

tested positive
for HGH and testosterone.

However, his personal stash
was positive for pyrovalerone.

That confirms it.

Pacheo was the intended target

of those tainted steroids,
not Brad Chen.

Yeah. It's pretty obvious
Chen got dosed

when he stole the vials
from Pacheo, not realizing

that he had taken one
of the tainted gold tops.

All right, let's talk about
Pacheo's personal blood bank.

DNA shows it was drawn
from several male donors,

all of whom were steroid users.

Hey, wait a minute. Okay.

What does that say
right there? "M.Z."

I talked to a guy
at the gym today.

A juicer named Matt Zenner.

You don't say.

Okay, here's how it worked.

Once a week, I'd draw
blood and trade it

to Moses for steroids.

It was a great deal.

In fact, he even
kicked me some cash

to bring other guys
in on the operation

so long as they
matched the profile.

What was the profile? Healthy,

fit guys between the
ages of 18 and 25.

So, that's how
you came to know Brad Chen?

Yeah. I brought him in on
the deal a few months ago.

But just the other week,
Moses cut Brad out.

Why? Moses told him his
blood was no good.

Something about his
platelet count was off.

In any case, he was out.

Hang on.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

If he is, it would explain why.

Chen stole steroids
out of Pacheo's locker.

Right. His supply got cut off,

and suddenly there was no
way for him to get his stuff.

It's not like he could
just stop his rehab.

Moses Pacheo.

What'd he need
all that blood for?

I don't know.

He made it clear this was a
"no questions asked" situation.

I wasn't about to jeopardize
a sweet deal like this

by pushing him for answers.

I'm done smiling for the month.

Well, I don't know
about you two guys,

but I'm absolutely famished.Good.

I went ahead
and made reservations

at three of the nicest,

most expensive restaurants
on the island.

Would you like
to hear your options? No.

No? Steven, darling.

No? This is your island.

So tell me,

where would you take a woman

hungry to explore
the local flavors?

I got just the place.

Come on.

Please make sure
that everything is fresh,

because if she gets
food poisoning,

we'll all be killed.

Hold up. Your ex-mother-in-law

is Amanda Savage?

What? I read.

Y-You read romance novels?

Don't knock 'em.

The Mallory series... is dope.

You know, I got to tell you
something, I've known a lot

of people in my life.
And that man right there?

He's the best of the best.

Are you talking about

the heavy fellow
in the T-shirt or Daniel?

Mandy.

Did he ask you to do PR for him?

No, of course not.

Well,
let's stop talking about him.

Tell me something
about yourself.

You want to get you an autograph

or something like that?
Yeah? Yeah.

Thank you. Yeah, no doubt.

Tell her hi.

Yeah. I'll be sure to do that.

Hey.

Here we go.

Ooh. Lunch is served.

The, proprietor
would like a autograph.

Okay, I'll have Gavin send him,

um, a headshot from London.

This looks delicious.

Thank you, Steven, this was an
excellent choice. You're welcome.

You know, if I,
if I were to pick this place,

you would've told me
that it was,

no good, that it was cheap.

Probably.

What is your point?

My-my point is that, um...

is that I can't win with you.

You're being oversensitive,
Daniel. Am I?

All right, well,

then you're gonna think
this is very childish.

You guys enjoy, all right?

So, I did

some digging into our dead
steroid dealer, Moses Pacheo,

and I think I worked out
what's going on.

Guy was a high school dropout.
Couldn't hold a steady job.

Cut to eight months ago,
and his financials reveal

that he's been making
thousands of dollars a month.

My theory is that he's
been trading the plasma

of healthy young men for
pharmaceutical-grade steroids

and cash.

Okay, putting aside

why anyone would even want
human blood in the first place,

we have any idea
who was supplying

the steroids to Pacheo?

I've been trying
to follow the money,

but the cash received was run
through several shell corps.

It's gonna take a while
to sort that out.

Yo. We got something.

Okay.

Given that Pacheo
was regularly moving blood,

we looked into the handful
of biomedical couriers

on the island, and,

what do you know, we found one

that made regular pickups
at Pacheo's house

and then dropped off at a clinic

of a local doctor
named Niles Werner.

Well done, young ones.
Saved Jerry

a pile of work.

Well, it turns out Werner was
a regular snake oil salesman.

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Always thought
Father Time was undefeated.

Where do I sign up?

Well, I don't think
that's gonna work, because,

two years ago,
this guy's medical license

was suspended
after several claims.

Including a patient who died

in a clinic
he was running in Florida.

He was reinstated six months
ago, and he set up shop here

in Hawaii. The guy is notorious

for pushing the boundaries
of ethical science.

And it looks like now

he's taking the blood
of these young men

and injecting it
into his rich clients,

who are seeking, like,
the elixir of life.

I understand Dr. Werner

having access
to the HGH that Pacheo

was trading for blood,

not to mention the pyrovalerone.

What I don't understand is
why the hell

a guy would want to murder
one of his key suppliers.

Wait a minute. Jerry,

can you pull up
Pacheo's financials again,

please?

Check this out.

You see how those payments
keep increasing?

What if that was because Pacheo

was squeezing Werner
for more and more money?

Makes sense. I mean,
what the hell are you gonna do,

go to the cops?

Right. Can't do that

when your business model is

trading illegal
steroids for blood.

Sounds like a motive
for murder to me.

We need to pay
Dr. Werner a visit.

Five-O! Show me your hands!

Back it up! Hey. Whoa, whoa. Okay.

Put your weapons down!
Weapons down!

On the ground. Now.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Hands behind your head.
Interlock your fingers.

Tani.

Okay.

She has an irregular pulse.

Okay, she can't take
much more of this.

This is Adam Noshimuri
with Five-O.

I need an ambulance
at my location right away.

No, no, no, no.
We can't do an ambulance.

We need to do something
right now, Adam.

Hey!

Five-O! Don't move!

Prison doctor will fix that
right up. Come on.

Get your ass up. You ain't hurt.

Paddles.

Yeah.

All right.

Okay, Tani.

Okay. Three,

two, one.

Clear.

Okay.

Move back. Move back.

What is that?

Adrenaline.

You okay?

What's up, boss? What's up?

How you doing?
Can I get, two Longboards,

please?

Rough day?

Well, yeah. But, no,

I got a buddy of mine
coming to meet me.

Thanks.

You can just keep it open, yeah?

Good evening.

Hi.

Do you mind if I sit down?

No, please. Thank you.

I, thought you were having
dinner with Rachel and the kids.

Yes, I am.
But I needed to see you first.

I feel like I'm being set up.

No, no.

I-I swiped Steven's phone.

It was on the nightstand
next to the bed

he was sleeping in with me.

I'm just kidding you.

No, I just...

I borrowed it. I-I see.

And texted me from his phone
to get me to...

Yes. I'm sorry about
all the subterfuge,

but I had to have
a conversation with you,

and I knew that
you'd say no if I asked.

Here I am.

What-what do you want
to talk about?

Right.

I know that you think that,

when we first met,

that I did not like you.

Well, it's true.

I didn't. I hated you, actually.

And not because of the
reasons that you say.

Not because, um, you're American

or because you're
a man of modest means.

It's because...

you remind me of
where I was from.

Excuse me?

Well, I grew up
with three siblings

in a two-bedroom
council house in London.

My father was a honest
and hardworking man,

and he loved his kids.

And he told them that every day.

A bit... a bit
like you do, Danny.

But what I had
wasn't enough for me.

I was always searching for...

something else.

You know, the light at
the end of the rainbow,

the following the dream.

Something more.
I think that's...

why I got married so many times.

I was always looking for
a man as good as my father,

but I could never...

could never find him.

And then when Rachel found you,

who was good, I...

I think I was...

jealous.

Okay?

Right. So...

now I will confess
something else.

My bodyguard

is not detained in England.

I used that as a ploy to come
here to see you and to have

a talk with you about
something really important.

Yeah? Yeah.

You-you didn't want to... you
didn't want to just tell me that

when you... when
you first saw me?

You wanted to torture me
for the whole day?

Torture you?
You sound like my agent.

No, I'm not gonna torture you.

I'm just going to ask you
a very important question.

Do you care about
my daughter, Daniel?

Yes, I do.

Well, good. Then don't toy
with her affections.

I know that you two have
been seeing each other a lot,

and I know that she is talking
about you all the time.

So I don't want to see
her hurt again, okay?

I want you to do right by her.

Will you do right by her?

Yes.

I think this calls for a toast.

Yes. You want...
You feel free to have,

I don't think so. Or anything
else you like. I could...

I could order for you. Well,
that's very kind of you.

Um, how about, um,
some champagne?

Champagne. Please. Coming up.

Champagne it is then.

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