All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - 09x19

♪ Have you thought of Honolulu... ♪

♪ Where your boredom
would be banned ♪

♪ Bid your family
toodle-oo-loo ♪

♪ Sail away to that far land ♪

♪ That's just the isle for you ♪

♪ And you'll ♪

♪ Have your work too... ♪

What?

The music, Dad.

- My deck, my music.
- Yeah, okay.

But since when did you start
getting into musical theater?

Since I saw your mother sign up
for drama in high school.

What, she sang? My mom sang?

We both did.

You sang?

I had no choice.

See, I joined chorus
so I could meet her.

Nice. I mean,
that's smooth, Dad.

Smooth. I guess it worked
out all right, huh?

♪ Tender boy ♪

♪ I don't care... ♪

Dad?

You okay?

Dad?

I remember when she lost that.

You good?

Yeah. Fine.

Go.

It's okay.

Sure?

Really, it's okay.

All right. I'll be back.

Duke. What do we got?

A dead window washer.

And I take it
that if we're here,

it wasn't an accident, right?
- Definitely not.

The rig came down
because the line was cut.

Got a name?

Not yet. He was discovered
early this morning.

No ID or phone on him.
Only thing in his pocket

was a set of keys.
We're trying to match them

with the vehicles in the area.

Fabrique Window Washing Hawaii.

We call this company,

might be able to tell us
who this guy is.

Tani's trying
to get ahold of them now.

I also got officers
taking statements.

See if anyone was here
last night and saw something.

Okay.

So, uh, what do we think?
Why kill a window washer?

This-this guy

spends all day
looking into windows.

Maybe he saw something
he wasn't supposed to.

Maybe.

Maybe he had beef that was
completely unrelated to his job.

They made it look like
a work accident.

Yeah.

Any luck getting a name?

I actually
can't get ahold

of Fabrique Window Washing
Hawaii because the company

doesn't exist.

So what was this guy

doing up there?

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x19 ♪
Pupuhi Ka He'e O Kai Uli

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

So, HPD matched

those keys

that were found in the
vic's pocket to a van

that was parked nearby,
and it's registered

to this individual.

Meet your wannabe
window washer.

Fellow by the name
of James Cooper.

Now, Cooper's a corporate
consultant based out of Miami.

We don't have a local address
on him yet.

But the address

on that registration is
to a vacant lot in Kawailoa.

So this guy has a fake address,
works for a fake company,

and he's 6,000 miles away
from home.

I contacted Miami PD.

I asked them
to go by the guy's apartment.

The doorman there says the guy

- hasn't been there in almost a year.
- Hmm.

Okay, so,
what's this guy been doing?

Well, I checked his travel
records, you know, just to see

how long he's been
on the island.

This guy is a regular
globe-trotter.

In the last year,

he's been to Boston,
Atlanta, London,

San José in Costa Rica

before landing here
two months ago.

He's a consultant.

Maybe he's going
from client to client.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Maybe the consultant thing...
I think it's a cover.

The guy's here
snooping around this building

in the middle of the night.

More like he's-he's casing it
for a robbery.

Pretty ingenious
way to get access,

posing as a
window washer.

All right, Junior,
do me a favor.

Look into all the tenants
that have offices

in that building
and see if any of them

would be obvious targets,
all right?

Okay.
Also,

while you're at it,

reach out
to HPD Robbery Division.

See if there's been any

high-end burglaries recently.

Please.
Copy.

- Tani, go ahead. You're on speaker.
- Hey.

I'm on the roof with Jerry.

I can tell you
the killers

were definitely
here last night.

I'm sorry.

Did you say "killers,"
as in plural?

Yeah. We got fresh shell casings
from two different guns.

Shots were definitely fired

before our vic's rig was cut.

Okay. Didn't expect
to hear that.

Yeah. There's also a lot
of footprints up here,

but fortunately,

the roof is white membrane,

so the silt impressions
are pretty clearly defined.

You said "bunch of footprints"?

Well, hell,
they can belong to anybody.

I mean,
what if it's an office worker

who just went outside
for a smoke break?

The roof is
restricted access,

so the only person that has
the key is the maintenance man.

I'm guessing that our Vic
probably picked the lock.

Let's say all those footprints
are from last night.

How long is it gonna take CSU
to sort through them?

Actually, Jerry's
covering that right now.

Is that right?

I got a crime scene
modeling drone.

It'll render a 3-D map
of the entire rooftop,

which should give us

the depth, angle
and sole pattern

of every footprint up here.

Well, looks like
your new toy picked up

five distinct sets
of footprints now,

but one of them's
all over the place.

Yeah, I'm thinking that's
the maintenance man,

so I'm gonna eliminate that.

These prints match the shoes
of our victim.

They're, uh,
they're concentrated

at the edge of the roof,
which makes sense,

'cause that's where he
was setting up his rig.

Two other sets of footprints
emerge on the roof.

Tani, where'd you say you found

those shell casings?

Right here.

Well, that makes sense.

They see Cooper.
They start firing.

Yeah, then Cooper
tries to escape.

Tries to get on the rig,

slide down the side
of the building,

and then our attackers
cut the line.

And Mr. Cooper
is quickly introduced

to the sidewalk.

Okay. H-Hold up,
hold up. I got...

I got two sets of prints here
that belong to our assailants.

I got those.

We got one set of prints that
belongs to our victim here.

But what about this other set...

that move away from the action

towards the south exit?

According to the program,
those are smaller

and made a shallower impression,

most likely female.

The balls of the feet
were the deepest.

She was running away
from the attackers.

So, if she was with the victim,

what are we thinking?
An accomplice?

Well, whoever she was,
she took the fire escape.

You know what this means?
We have an eyewitness.

We're gonna get the answers
we want soon as we find her.

Yeah, unless the killers
find her first.

Turns out there are
quite a few

things of note
about your window washer.

First, before the fall,
he sustained

a nonfatal bullet wound
to the back of the shoulder.

Wow, buddy,
you had some luck.

Survive a gunshot wound

only to plummet to your death.

Well, the irony is that

even if the fall
hadn't killed him,

he still would've died
within a few months.

How so?

Late-stage bladder cancer.

His lungs show traces
of toluene.

It's a chemical used in fuels,

solvents
and other industrial products.

Prolonged exposure to it has
been linked to bladder cancer,

but this is where it get weird.

It wasn't until I washed off

the blood that I noticed
his fingerprints,

or the lack thereof.

It looks like
he burned them off with acid.

Not to speak ill of
the dead, but that

is downright disgusting.

Well, it's pretty effective,

too, though. I mean,
if this guy's a thief,

it pays to have fingers
that don't leave a print.

The more we learn
about Old Sticky Fingers,

the more about him
just screams "burglar."

So, I looked into all
the offices in that building,

and none of them look like
high-value burglary targets.

You know, you got CPAs,
investment consultants.

- One company makes kids' TV.
- Uh-huh.

I'll bet he wasn't in it
for the alphabet cartoons.

Yeah, I'll tell you
something else.

There's an easier way
to get financial records

than hanging off the side
of a building.

Just the man
I was about to call.

Plus two. CSU processed the van,

and they found a garage door
clicker in the glove box.

Does it have an address on it?

'Cause I-I don't know if
that's gonna help, Jer.

You know, unless you want us
driving around the island

pointing the clicker
at random garages.

Well, we don't have to
cover the whole island.

There are empty cups

from Kope Kahuna Cafe
in the van.

We also found a couple receipts

from gas stations,
and using those locations,

I was able to narrow
the search area

to this half mile-radius
in Kapolei.

And I cloned

the clicker's signal so
we can cover more ground faster.

All right, Jerry, Junior,

get these clickers to HPD.
Help them with the canvass.

Please, let us know
if you get a hit.

Field work. Sweet.

Yeah, Adam, what's good?

Hmm. Okay.

Well, text me the address.

So, we got a body off Iwilei.

Adam's gonna need a little
help with the scene.

Busy day out there today.

Bad never rests, baby.
Neither do we.

Yes, sir.

So, you get an ID

on old Shirtless
Joe Jackson here?

Not yet. His wallet's gone,

and his prints
aren't in the system.

Yeah, well,

at least he had prints.

- What?
- Long story.

- Go on.
- Okay.

So, sanitation worker
found the body.

ME says he was strangled.

TOD was sometime
around 3:00 a.m.

He was strangled, all right.

Look at those ligature
marks there. All right,

not very unusual
to find a man

shirtless on Oahu,

but look at his slacks
and shoes.

Clearly this guy was dressed
for an evening out,

not a beach barbecue.

- That's what I was thinking.
- Right.

You know, the wallet, I get it.

But why literally steal

the shirt off the guy's back?

Have a theory on that.

Maybe what they stole
wasn't any ordinary shirt.

You see this button?

This button's made of bamboo.

So, what-what is this?
Some Eco-friendly trend

I don't know about?

Are you serious?

The shirt this button came
from was no ordinary shirt.

It was a shirt that is
impervious to any trend.

It was a work
of fine art.

And if you're looking
for the finest, my friend,

there's only
one game in town.

So this is where you get
your endless collection

of Aloha shirts, huh?

Yeah, well,
we all weren't blessed

with the Noshimuri cheekbones
there, Adam.

You see, some of us have
to make a little effort

to-to look good.

Very little effort,

mind you.
- Right.

Lou.

- My man.
- Hey. Been a minute, my friend.

What can I help
you with today?

Unfortunately, um,

I need your help
with a homicide investigation.

Take a look
at this button.

♪ Beneath the palm trees ♪

♪ In the early morning... ♪

Bamboo.

Moderately aged.

And the threads
are heavy rayon.

I wouldn't be surprised
if this came off a...

vintage 1950s Royal Hawaiian.

Wow.

Guess that means
it's worth real money.

Couple grand, at least,

especially here.

You thinking our perp might show
up here, trying to unload it?

I hope so.

There are a couple
other places he can go,

but we can have HPD sit
on those.

Thing is,

if the killer knew enough
about this shirt

to recognize its value...

Then they'd know
where to get top dollar.

Boom.

♪ Out on a limb in the wind ♪

♪ Of a hurricane ♪

♪ Down at the bar like a star
in the howlin' rain ♪

♪ Nobody to love you... ♪

All right, you're too quiet.

Joons, what's going on?

It's nothing.

Come on.

When I was with my dad
this morning,

we found my sister's
old charm bracelet

from when she was ten.

Well, that's not nothing.

You know, after the accident,

you know, when my dad
had told me what had happened

and that Maya was gone...

...he didn't cry.

Not once.

In a weird way,
it was-- it was kind of good,

because he was like my rock.

You know, you could've thrown
anything at him

and it would've bounced
right back off.

But now it's...

Well, you're older,

and you know how much
pain he must be in.

Yeah. And still,
he's like a brick wall.

Like, you should've seen
the way

he shoved this bracelet
into his pocket,

like it was just, like,
a receipt or something.

Wait, are you telling me

that a man that you share

DNA with doesn't like
talking about his feelings?

That's... I'm sorry,

can you fan me so I don't faint?

'Cause I'm driving, so--
Yeah, thank you. Okay.

- Good? Yeah.
- That's much better. Yeah.

Reigns.

All right. Got it.

It's Pua.
They found the place.

What do we know,
Pua?

My partner and I kept eyes
on front and back.

No one's gone in or out.

Okay, so if our mystery woman
really was Cooper's accomplice

and she came back here
after everything

on the roof went south,

that means she could
still be in here.

Good work, Pua.
You want to do the honors?

Looks like someone's
living here.

Maybe that someone's
behind Door Number One.

What the hell is that?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Yo, yo, yo!
Get down! Get down!

You good?

Yeah. Can we get
some lights?

What the hell?

So, these are paint bombs,
apparently.

Yeah. They're rigged to go off
like a booby trap.

Look, they got mounted
paintball guns everywhere.

They're all pointed
at the art.

Think it's stolen?

No.

Look at this.

Stencils,

poster paper,

X-Acto knives.

Okay, looks like we had
this guy all wrong.

Cooper wasn't
a thief.

He was an artist.
And, by the looks of it,

he was a graffiti artist.

Guess what's
in spray paint.

Toluene.

It's what Noelani
found in his lungs.

Okay. So,

let's assume Cooper didn't go up
to the building to rob it.

He went there to tag it.
Question is,

who'd want to kill
a street artist?

No idea.

But I know who to ask.

Uh-huh.

Interesting.

Guys, the-the picture,

so to speak,

is coming into focus.

You see
the green-blue

shading pattern

o-on these pieces?

And in these stencils,
the style

of the figures they create,

juxtaposing
an overarching aesthetic

of humanity and pathos.

Add to that
the paint bomb booby trap,

which clearly meant to obscure
the artwork and which speak

to our mystery artist's famously
obsessive need for secrecy.

But the real clincher...

Oh, the clincher.
Yes, let's get

to the clincher,

because this is
a murder investigation

and not an art seminar.

The real clincher

is the signature

panda motif,

just visible here.

Th-There's no doubt in my mind.

Ms. Rey, your investigation
has inadvertently solved

one of the great mysteries

of the modern
art world.

You have found the studio

of the legendary Brikz!

Who's Brikz?

Brikz is an anonymous artist.

Works in secret,
mostly at night.

Along with Banksy

and maybe
David Choe,

he's one of the top
street artists in the world.

One look at this image
and you'll see why.

- May-may I?
- Yeah.

- Wow.
- Wow.

Impressive.

- Mm.
- I mean, illegal, but impressive.

Yeah, but I-I'm guessing
that the illegal aspect of this

is part
of the appeal, right?

Oh, mass appeal.

In the space
of a decade,

Brikz went
from anonymous

young Turk tagger
to international gallery star.

And he really stayed
anonymous

for that whole time?

Well, anonymity was part
of his brand.

It made him very famous.

And extremely rich.

Somebody knew who he was.

Somebody was with him
the night he was killed.

A woman.

As far as I understood,

the only person who knew
his real identity was

his art dealer,
Sterling Jacobs.

Based in New York.

He handled all of Brikz' sales

and publicity.

Okay, well,
it's possible this guy

would have an idea of who
would want his client dead.

So, Junior, why don't you go
get onto this Jacobs guy?

see what he knows.
- On it.

Oh, and something else
I can tell you.

I-I made some calls
on the way here.

It seems that a number
of Brikz pieces

recently started appearing here
in Honolulu.

- Okay.
- But as soon

as they went up,
they got defaced.

What do you mean, defaced?

Defaced how?

I'll show you.

A prominent
local art critic

posted an image of one
of the defaced pieces yesterday.

So you're suggesting
that someone committed murder

over spray paint on a wall?

Crossing out someone's work

like that is basically
a death threat.

So we find out who defaced

this guy's art,
good chance we find our killer.

♪ Come on, now, break down ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Knowledge is born
when the deejay gets loose ♪

♪ You never see him sweat
but produce the def juice ♪

♪ Here in full effect,
known for causin' a wreck ♪

♪ Try the gas but he manifest
what I express. ♪

This is the craziest thing
I've ever agreed to.

All I know is
our suspects

made sure to deface
every one of Brikz' pieces.

If an undiscovered one comes up,
why wouldn't they hit that, too?

And I'm pretty sure
this is gonna do the trick.

Wow. It's
actually...

It's actually pretty good.

Thanks. It's, uh...

what I do.

Now, to get the word out

via my Instagram.

I'm not exactly an influencer,

but I do have enough followers
that word of my find

should get out
pretty quickly.

"Just found.

"#Undiscovered #Brikz

"#Honolulu

#Kapolei."

#StopSayingHashtag.

Okay.

The trap is set.

Now we just wait.

You buy vintage shirts here,
right?

For a classic piece
like that,

you want to talk
to our appraiser.

Hey.

You need an appraisal?

All right, let me
see what you got.

Sir, are you aware of
what you have here?

This is a 1950s Royal
Hawaiian "Hula Dancers"

in rayon.

We don't get stuff like this
coming through here often.

Huh. This is--

Uh-oh.

You're missing a button.

- Uh...
- Wait, w-wait.

I have an extra button here
that just might work. Let me...

Lucky day!

It's a perfect match.

Man, if I didn't
know better,

I'd swear this thing came
from this exact same shirt.

Yeah. W-What can I get for that?

Oh, I'd say about 30 to life.

I didn't kill that dude.
I didn't kill that dude.

He was already dead
when I found him.

I swear.
I swear.

You have the right
to start running your mouth.

Tell us exactly what happened.

All right,
all right.

I was at this
pai gow poker game, okay?

And that-and that dead dude
was there, too,

and he was on one hell
of a hot streak

'cause he must've won 20 grand
before he cashed out.

Did Mr. Hot Streak have a name?

Uh, Earl... something?

Look, it was my first time
at that game.

Uh, and it was definitely
my last.

When I finally went bust,
I went out the back,

and that dude, Earl,
was out there dead.

All right,
I ain't gonna lie.

I searched his pockets
but his roll was gone,

so whoever killed him
must have taken it.

So I just...

I just took what I could.

Meaning the shirt.

So, obviously, you knew
how valuable it was.

Well, Earl wouldn't shut up
about it the whole night.

He said he got it at an
estate sale for five bucks,

and now it's worth
three or four grand.

I mean, how come stuff happens
to guys like him and never me?

If you want to turn
your luck around, pal,

tell us where you and Earl
played pai gow poker last night.

Damn.

I guess that means
no luck, huh?

If I keep trying to hack
my way past this encryption,

the system's gonna
wipe all the data.

I'm gonna have to take
this back to CSU.

The good news is there's
a fingerprint reader.

And this thing is covered
in fingerprints.

Hang on, I thought Brikz burned
his fingerprints off.

Which means that these might
belong to his accomplice.

And if she's an
authorized user,

I could use her prints
to get access.

Did CSU already run 'em?

Yeah. She's not in the system.

But I'll bet you dollars
to malasadas

that whatever's on this
hard drive can help us ID her.

Well, I think I already
beat you to it, buddy.

I found these in a drawer.

You know, most of them

are most likely reference shots,
of in-progress pieces,

but check this one out.

Oh, you think that's her?

Yeah, I hope so.

You know, I was thinking
we could run facial rec

if we can separate
those two images.

No doubt. I'll call the lab.
Make a reservation for two.

Wow. Almost 2,500 likes.

Looks like I am a bit of
an influencer after all.

You don't like me
very much, do you?

That's not true. I...

I like... your art.

I think...

I think you're talented,
you're talented.

Thanks.
But I'm not really.

Well, come on.

You just whipped up
an "original" Brikz.

You fooled over
2,400 people so far.

That doesn't make me talented,
it makes me a good forger.

And profiting handsomely for it
from what I've heard.

I made some money...

but I-I wasn't happy.

No matter how many people
my forgeries fooled,

I knew I was just like
my paintings:

a phony.

When I got arrested,

it was kind of a relief.

Cleaning up crime scenes
may not be glamorous, but...

at least I can look at myself
in the mirror every day.

That's something
not everyone can say.

Look at that.

Your scheme might
have actually worked.

Hey.

Get ready to come in.

It's the cops!
Get out of here!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Hey! Five-O! Stop!

Stop!

Cuff him.

Ow!

Dude, that really hurt.

Stay down.

Wow.

That was shockingly
well done.

Uh, excuse me while I go throw
up and have a heart attack.

All right, boys,
turn around, please.

Congratulations,

you just defaced a fake Brikz.

I truly hope it was worth
the murder charge.

Wait, what?

We didn't murder anyone.

No. No. I'm sure
he just flung himself

right off the roof, didn't he?

Brikz is dead?
And you think we killed him?

We got nothing but respect
for Brikz.

Man's a legend.

Is that why you were running
all over town

vandalizing his art?

This? We were
paid to do this.

But it's not
what you think.

The paint we use
comes off.

I have a spray bottle
in my backpack. I can show you.

Okay. Don't move.

Okay, Mr. Clean,
show me.

Question: Why?

With what this guy pays,
we weren't asking.

All right.
I'm gonna need a name.

Meet Sterling Jacobs,
Brikz' agent.

I don't get it.

Why would this guy pay somebody

to deface one of his own
client's murals?

My guess, he's taking them off
the market

until a time
in the not-too-distant-future

when the value
is gonna skyrocket.

That actually
makes a lot of sense,

if you think about it.

Noelani mentioned that the Vic
had bladder cancer,

so Jacobs finds out

his superstar client
is on the way out...

Right. And he's looking for
one last chance to cash in.

An original Brikz
captured in the wild

is easily worth six figures.

What do you mean, "captured”?
What? Do they chisel this thing

off the side of a building?

Chisel, chainsaw, whatever.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And our victim probably wasn't
too happy when he found out

what his agent was doing.
- Definitely not.

They probably got in some
sort of confrontation,

- things got heated...
- Okay.

So Jacobs wants to bump up the
timetable on his client's death.

He hires a couple of shooters,
like he hired the vandals.

We gotta find this guy.
I think I just did.

Look at this. According
to his financials,

Sterling Jacobs got here
one day after his client did.

He's rented
a house in Makaha.

Let's go to Makaha.

Clear.

I got a body down here.

Oh, boy...

Yeah.

Is that Jacobs?

Yeah. And by the look of it,
he's been dead 24, 36 hours.

Which means that he couldn't
have killed his client.

Although,
I think we just found out

how our killer figured out

Brikz' real identity.

Whoever did this to him--
electrical burns,

they pulled his fingernails out,
God knows what else.

These guys were pros.

Maybe Special Ops,
military intelligence.

What do players like that
want with someone in the art world?

Junior, go ahead.

I think I've ID'd
Brikz' accomplice.

The lab was able to separate
the double images of her

that we found in the warehouse,

enough to run
facial recognition.

I got a hit on
an INTERPOL Red Notice

for a Nicaraguan national,

Teresa Estrada.

What's she wanted for?

Terrorism.

I did it. I'm in.

My son was 19.

Esteban never hurt anyone.

He only spoke out

when he saw others being hurt.

And for that... one night,

he disappeared
from his dormitory...

stolen in the night

by these government men.

A month later, his body
was found in a well.

They...

They...

They butchered him.

Laptop has hours
of footage like this.

Looks like it's from
a documentary

that Brikz was making.

He wanted the world
to hear Teresa's story

so that she could
set the record straight.

About what?

Teresa Estrada is no terrorist,

she's a dissident artist.

She makes street art
in her native Nicaragua

that protests
government corruption.

To protect her identity,
she goes by the name of Fenix.

After Esteban was murdered,

I knew I had to carry on
his fight,

calling out the monsters

who oppress and slaughter
their own people.

Powerful stuff.

Yeah. She made some
powerful enemies, too,

including this guy,

Arturo Granera.

He's a top official in
Nicaragua's Directorate

of Intelligence Affairs.

According
to State Department Intel,

Granera's ruthless
and highly ambitious.

Has his eye set
on the presidency.

Anyone who gets in his way
tends to go missing.

Geez. First Teresa's
son, now Teresa.

It's like pissing this guy
off runs in the family.

Granera must have known it was
her behind the protest pieces.

Right? He sends a team out here
to track her down.

Wait. We ran
James Cooper's

travel records back before
we knew he was "Brikz."

There. Look.

He was in Costa Rica
a couple of months ago.

Nicaragua's right next door.

Guy with money like that,
it wouldn't be hard

to get Teresa's papers

and then smuggle her back
into the States.

Looks like Brikz knew

he was at the end of the road,
so decided

to make a difference
on the way out.

Okay. Here's one
thing I don't get:

So Teresa is an enemy
of the state,

so why not just take her out on
the roof and be done with it?

'Cause Granera wants
to bring her in alive.

I agree
with Junior.

I mean, for somebody like her,

somebody who's... who's
embarrassed Granera personally,

the best thing he can do
is discredit and diminish.

Show trial. Long, slow
death in a dark cell.

Which also means that

even though the strike team
did get there before us,

we still have a chance
to intercept

before they take her off Oahu.

Unless they already have.

- We got to find that strike team.
- Okay, how?

Joe White. Joe White had
a friend in the Agency

in Nicaragua.

I'm gonna make a call.

♪ Woo-hoo, woo-hoo-hoo ♪

♪ Woo-hoo,
woo-hoo-hoo ♪

♪ Woo-hoo, woo-hoo-hoo ♪

♪ Woo-hoo,
woo-hoo-hoo... ♪

Hiya, pal.

Gentlemen, excuse me...

Game's closed
unless you have an invitation.

Yeah? Well, mine's engraved.

Time to cash
out, boys.

Recognize this guy?

I know if we

shut this game down,

you'll just pop up in a few days

at another location,

but that's a major pain
in the ass,

not to mention
the lost revenue.

So why don't you
do yourself

and the both of
us a favor here

and answer the question?

Yeah, I know him.

Or knew him, I should say.

His name's Earl Whitaker.

Won big last night, too.

Cashed out early, around 2:00,

maybe 3:00.
You notice

if anybody followed him when he left?
- No.

Next person to leave wasn't
for another hour or so.

See, Earl was strangled--
which leads us to believe

that this was something
of a more personal nature.

We're gonna need to find out
some more about his life.

How much time you two got?

Just... skip to the juicy parts.

Okay. Well, let's see,
for starters, he cheated

on his taxes--
I know that for a fact.

And Whitaker,
this guy would always brag

about how he wouldn't declare
a dime of his winnings.

Oh, and speaking of cheating,

he wasn't always the
most faithful guy

to his ex-wife
and his girlfriend.

Yo, Jerry, you get that link?

- Calling it up now, Commander.
- We need it now.

Please tell me
Joe's spy friend got a hit.

He did. The CIA
just intercepted

a live video signal
transmitting from Oahu

to the Directorate
of Intelligence offices

in Managua.

This is
happening now?

Yeah.

Remote interrogation.
Guaranteed Granera

and his goons are
on the other side of this.

So I'm guessing
they decided against

taking her back to Nicaragua.

Yeah, they must know
that every cop on this island

is after Teresa,
so the safer play is to get

the confession now.
- Yeah.

And once they do,
they're gonna kill her.

She's saying she's guilty

of crimes
against the state...

This is obviously coerced.

I'm guessing they have
some kind of leverage.

Other than all the guns
pointed at her head?

Yeah, I'm talking
about loved ones and relatives

that are in danger.
I mean, you saw the way

that she speaks
about her son.

Everything this
woman does

is for her family.

I just sent you the contact
to Joe's man in Nicaragua.

I want you to give him a call,

have him look into her family
in-country, please.

Copy.

Jerry, where are we at
tracing the signal.

- Please. Come on.
- Well, it's being route?

through an anonymizer.
I mean,

we can get there--
it's just gonna take time.

I mean, time,
we don't have time.

There's thousands
of high-end homes

on this island-- they
could be in any one of 'em.

Hold on.

Look at that.

That looks like
a painting.

Think you can pull
another rabbit out of your hat?

I can try.

It's a little tough
to make out

from this angle, but...

it bears a striking
resemblance

to... Synesthesia,

by prominent local artist
Mahealani Chang.

Jerry, can you help him
find out who bought this?

We got to get
an address.

How does a Nicaraguan
strike team

end up in the home
of an art collector on Oahu?

You said you only found
one sleeping bag

in that warehouse, right?

It's possible Teresa
was staying somewhere else.

Yeah, I mean, Brikz has
connections to the art world.

Maybe he put her up with
a patron of the arts,

someone who sympathizes
with her cause.

Got it. Found the buyer.

They live at Akulikuli
Terrace over in Black Point.

All right, Tani, with me.

Jerry, drop a pin,
send it to our phones.

Five-O!
¿Qué pasó?

Everybody down!
On the ground, right now!

Come with me. Come on. Come on.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Five-O.

Case dismissed.

Victoria Whitaker? Five-O.

What's up?

What do you want?

Cops already told me
Earl was killed.

Yeah, but we figured we'd
stop by, see if you can help

clear some
things up for us.

You see, we pulled
your phone records.

You received a text last night

right around your
ex-husband's time of death.

A text that happens
to have been sent

by the dealer of the game
he was playing in.

He told us

that you bribed him
into contacting you

should Earl start
winning big.

Before you accuse me
of something, you should know

I was home last night.
- We know.

That's why we'd like to talk
to your boyfriend.

Do you know where he is?

No. I mean...

I-I haven't even seen him
in, like, a week.

Hey!

Admire the effort.

The execution-- not so much.

So...

Teresa is being granted asylum.

Yeah. And thanks to
McGarrett's CIA friend,

so is the grandmother that
she left in Nicaragua.

Her abuela?

- Yeah.
- That is great.

Mm-hmm.

I love that word, abuela.

- It's a great word.
- Mm.

So, why did you invite me here?

You-you made it very clear
that it's not a date.

This is for you.

George Davis? Who's that?

He is the lawyer that's
handling Brikz's estate.

Apparently, he set aside
a huge chunk of money

to start a foundation
for dissident artists,

and they need
someone to run it,

and I put out your name.

Tani, I-I don't know
what to say.

- Wh-Why me?
- You mentioned that

your only skill was
copying other artists.

I don't know if that's
true, but if it is,

then why don't you
do it one last time?

Why don't you copy Brikz and
pick up where he left off?

I know that you
can do this.

And I know you'll
be good at it.

'Cause you're talented.

Wait, are you sure
this isn't a date?

I mean, I'm gonna
take that back.

Yeah. Never mind.
Never mind.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
Cheers.

Thank you.

So, if this isn't a date,

can we plan one for tomorrow?

Hirsch, please don't ruin
this beautiful moment.

♪ You sold me the butterfly ♪

♪ Dreamy rose ♪

♪ Where the flower smells... ♪

Maya, I have
a surprise for you.

Daddy, I love it!

I love you so much, Daddy.

Dad?

Let's get you to bed.

I got you, Dad.

It's okay, Dad.

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