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- Dad?
- I didn't say it enough.

I love you, son.

Dad? Dad! No, no, no!

- Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe.
- It's all right, Steve.

I couldn't be prouder...

of the man you've become.

- I'm so sorry.
- Mom!

I love you so much.

You continue to
go down this road, son,

you got to ask yourself:
how many more lives

is that gonna cost?

And pretty soon,
you're gonna need to decide

what kind of man you are.

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

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

I just hope someday
you can understand.

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

I don't want that to happen to you.

I love you.

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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.
- So, guy gets a flat tire,

pulls over to change it, someone stops

and jacks him for his car and wallet.

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?

- Cap?
- 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.

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.

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.

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?

Trouble? Um, no.

- What kind of trouble, uh... ?
- 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.

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.

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.

_

We found it during an investigation.

Unfortunately, it's still ongoing,

so we can't reveal any further details.

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.

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.

All right, we're searching
for Cynthia Dean.

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

we got something.

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?

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.

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. ♪

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?

However, another driver

will be along shortly
to pick you all up.

- 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.

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?

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.
- It doesn't.

But I bet Cynthia's lying ass can.

Attention all staff,

King's Medical is implementing
lock-down procedures.

- Duke, what's going on?
- Steve,

we've searched the
hospital from top to bottom.

Cynthia Dean is gone.

All right, so Greg

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

those robbers from taking that suitcase.

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.

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.

You obviously knew

hat 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.

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.
- 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.
- So, this isn't

the first time they've
done this smuggling thing.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- Drop it.
- What?

Thanks for the confession, by the way.

It'll make it

that much easier to
put you away for murder.

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.
- 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.

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.

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.

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.
- 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.
- 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

and busted an armed senior
citizen. How about that?

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.

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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