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Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

His hacker handle is "Toast."

He's really a-a genius,
42 minutes of the day.

What about the rest
of the time?

- Baked like a potato.
- Uh-huh. Pakalolo.

- Can I smoke in here, guys?
- No.

Huh, look at that.
It's Toast.

Hey, yo, Toast, what's up, man?

- Please! Please! Please!
- You're not talking much now, are you?

Hey, hey, Jerry, listen,
McGarrett is on a phone call

from Toast...

What if Wright stole
that CI list

the first time
he breached the system?

What, like an insurance policy?

Exactly like
an insurance policy.

Now we find ourselves
with no other option

but to go to Wright for help.

So you want me
to figure out who accessed

your server and smoked your CI.

His name was Toast.

- Unfortunately, now, he's...
- Toast?

I'm sorry. Was that too soon?

You're the last person
we wanted to see,

but you breached
our system successfully,

which makes you the expert,
you understand?

- How much longer?
- Won't be long now.

Don't.

Okay. Excuse me,
excuse me, excuse me.

Sorry, sorry, there...

Wait, wait, wait,
could you hold it please?

- Yes.
- Would you hit 16 for us?

16, sure. You got it.

Thank you.

How you guys
doing today?

- Hello.
- Morning.

Java time.

Get it while
it's hot.

Hey, hey.
There you are.

Thank you.

- Mmm.
- Cheers.

Drew, dude,
why is it when

it's your turn to pick up
the coffee, it's always late?

Because I'm a good person, Tim.

I take the time to talk
to people, unlike you,

who's a socially inept
misanthrope.

Sir, there are
only four bodies here.

The guy from the elevator,
where is he?

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x24 ♪
Hewa ka lima
(The Hand I

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

It's delicious. Okay.

Now try this one.

Percy.

Okay, do you want
my honest opinion?

Yeah.

I don't taste a damn
bit of difference

between either one of these.

Exactly.

Am I missing something?

I've been hearing about
this place on the North Shore

selling kouign-amann, not your
average, run of the mill pastry.

So, this morning, I get one
of the guys from the kitchen

and run around there
and pick up one for me.

You know, I want
to check out my competition.

Okay.

Turns out
my competition... is me.

Wait, so one of these is...

Yeah.

Oh, wow.

That's pretty good, then.
Must've figured out your recipe.

So by "figured out,"
you mean "ripped off"?

That's cold, P.

All right, well, what do you
want me to do about it?

I've been robbed, Officer.
What you gonna do about it?

All right, first of all,
I'm a captain.

Whatever, man.

Look, second
of all, Percy,

copying somebody's recipe
is dishonest, okay?

I'd-I'd even go as far as to say
it's-it's unethical,

but illegal? Percy.

You'll have a hard time
proving that.

You're my brother
and I love you

and I'd love
to help you, but, um,

I don't really think
there's much I can do,

and I'm late, okay? I got to go.

Call me later, call me later.

You know what? Fine.

That's fine, man.
Go on, get back to work.

Don't be mad.

Yeah? Well, it ain't like Five-O

ain't got enough manpower

to handle things
for a couple of hours,

especially today,

when your brother needs you.

You gonna play
the brother card

now? Come on, Percy,
I got to go to work.

And never mind
all those times, man, when I

stood up for you come

- Oh, here we go.
- running home crying,

"Percy, Percy,
they're calling me names."

- All right, all right.
- "Percy, they keep picking on me."

I will, I will help you, okay?

- Just saying, brah, I'm saying...
- But, look, all right, fine,

we'll ride out
there together,

we'll talk to
this guy and see

if he'll be
reasonable, okay?

That's what I'm
talking about, bro.

You walk in there, flash
your badge, bust a few heads.

You ain't busting-- What?
You know what I'm saying?

They'll think twice
about messing

with my kouign-amann again.
- All right,

slow your roll there,
Death Wish.

These are bakers,
not dope dealers,

and we ain't on the South Side

of Chicago anymore, okay?

Now, I'll take you out there,

and I told you we'd get
this straightened out,

but you listen to me:

we're gonna do this,

we're gonna do this my way.

You in or you out?

- All right, that's cool.
- All right.

Hey, just know I got
your back, big dog.

This is good. This must be
the other guy.

Listen, Troy, I'm flattered,

um, but that was
an undercover assignment.

It was a one-time thing.
I'm a cop.

I'm not a fitness instructor.

Totally get that, but people
really love your class.

They keep asking
when you're coming back.

Well, of course they did.

My Booty Boost routine
is off the chains.

Well, if you ever want to make
a little extra cash, hit me up.

Okay, yeah, thanks.
I'll keep that in mind.

Shootz.

Cortana, how long is it gonna
take me to get to the office?

Your office

is 8.7 miles.

Fastest route is the H-1 East.

Because of unusual traffic,
it will take you 21 minutes.

Traffic sucks.

I wouldn't know.

I don't drive.

How many days till Christmas?

There are 227 days
until Christmas.

Don't tell Santa
I've been naughty.

It will be our secret.

Hey, Joons, what's up?

Yo, I just picked up
some Cocoa Puffs.

If you don't get in soon,
they're gonna be all gone.

Cocoa Puffs, wow.
This from a man

who considers oatmeal
an indulgence.

What's going on?

I'm just stress eating.
Was up all night

preparing for this
hearing today.

How's the statement going?

Uh, last count,
I was on my 15th draft.

At this point,
I'm just moving words around.

I'm sure whatever you're
gonna say is gonna be powerful.

Yeah, let's just hope
it's powerful enough

to keep this guy behind bars.

Tani, I need to get
this right for Maya

and for my parents.
- You will, you will.

It's gonna be great.
I know it is.

And you're gonna have
your mom and your dad there.

Yeah.

Hey, um, let's talk
about this at work

'cause someone's at my door.
- Sounds good.

Okay, bye.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Just hear me out.

I don't hear well
with a gun in my face.

- You were saying?
- I need your help.

You've got to be kidding me.

I know how this looks,
but I saved your life once,

and I need you to
return me the favor.

Let's be clear about one thing,

I don't owe you anything.

Listen to me,
a bunch of guys with guns

just shot up my office.
- You have an office?

That's not the key takeaway
from that sentence.

The point is,
I barely escaped with my life.

The other four people
that I work with,

they weren't so lucky.
- And the killers know

that I saw their faces,
and they're gonna hunt me down

till they finish
whatever it is they started.

Well, then we
better get moving.

I think the safest place for you
is behind bars.

I don't think you understand.
This is not about my safety.

This is about national security.

This is about the safety
of everyone on this island.

Since our last tango,

I spent the year
seeing the world.

And I settled in Singapore,
and life was pretty good.

I had a beautiful Dutch
stewardess on my arm and a bar

up the street that made
the best Sling in the city.

And then my luck turned.

U.S. Marshals
caught up with me,

and I spent a few weeks
in custody,

but then the darnedest thing
happened, my luck turned again.

Turns out,
my skill set

is highly valued by Uncle Sam,

so he offered me a job...

in exchange for
full immunity, of course.

And what's Uncle Sam
got you doing?

I presume you're not, uh,
sweeping floors.

Working for the NSA in a covert
station right here on Oahu.

Like hiring Jaws
to be a lifeguard.

I'm a changed man.

I swear. And don't you think
I'd rather be in that office

than rotting away in a cell?

Now why don't you start
by telling us

what happened this morning?
- Three gunmen came in

and shot up the place.
It was...

it was brutal.
I only managed to slip away

because I was in the kitchen
when they showed up.

Right,
I'm assuming nobody

called it in because
no one knows

this place even exists,
is that right?

The NSA keep
everything hidden,

from the existence
of their stations

to the identity
of their personnel.

And now their personnel
are dead because of me.

What are you
talking about?

It was my fault.
They came up to me in

the lobby and asked me
to hold the elevator.

I used my badge
to give them access.

It's all my fault.

Don't flatter yourself.
Those hitters would've found

their way up with
or without your badge.

You think the NSA's
gonna believe that?

You know what this looks like.

They're gonna think
that I was involved.

- That's why you came to us?
- Yeah.

And I was hoping you guys could
protect me from these psychos

because I saw their faces
and they saw mine.

Yeah, they're
gonna be coming for you.

All right, I'm gonna need you
to give Junior here the address

of where the NSA's
been putting you up.

All right? We're gonna put
a security detail on that place

in case these hitters
come looking for you.

We'll also need you to
provide us a description of them.

Had to see this for myself.

- I don't think we've met.
- Aaron Wri...

That was for a friend of mine.

Toast.

I guess I deserve that.

Yeah, that's nowhere near
what you deserve.

I knew what I was walking into
when I came here.

I came anyway.

Because I'm not
the only one in danger.

The NSA wasn't

wasting my talents

on some
garden-variety listening post.

If you weren't listening,
what were you doing?

Committing acts of war.

Using cyber weapons

to attack hostile countries.

Sabotaging missile programs,
disrupting power grids.

We are conducting
covert black-op campaigns

against our enemies
every single day.

And they're doing
the exact same thing.

We are just much better at it.

Our tools of the trade are some
of the most malicious code

and cyber weaponry
ever developed.

That's what worries me
about a hit on that office.

So if the code gets
in the wrong hands...

It could lead to world war.

Why should we believe you?

Don't.

Go see for yourself.

- Hey!
- Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon, now!

Five-O!
- Stand down!

Stand down, stand down.

Stand down.
All right, stand down.

I'm NSA Branch Chief
Michael Flores.

Lieutenant Commander
Steve McGarrett

of the Five-O Task Force.

This is my partner,
Officer Tani Rey.

You want to tell me what
you're doing here, Commander?

HPD got a call from the tenant
in this building,

said they heard shots fired.

Looks like they heard right.

You want to tell me
what the hell's

going on here,
Branch Chief Michael Flores?

I'm aware of the Five-O's
standing on the island.

So, as a professional courtesy,
I'm gonna fill you in.

This place is an NSA field
office. We got four victims,

all intel analysts.
Based on the casings,

we got multiple shooters,
all of them well-trained.

We just don't know
how many.

Now, security cameras
were disabled

in and outside the building

in advance of the attack.

You guys got any idea why
they'd choose to hit you here?

Well, that's the thing.

This is just a standard
listening station

focused on gathering
North Korea SIGINT.

We got a dozen of them
throughout the Pacific.

So these guys
were just unlucky, then.

Yeah.

Look, I'm sure
you understand that,

due to the sensitivity
of this matter,

my agency is now gonna take
over this investigation.

You bet. No problem. Listen,

uh, we're around.
You need anything,

you just give us a call, all right?
- Will do.

Oh, just one last thing
before we head out.

You said there were
four victims.

You sure there were no, uh,
no survivors, no witnesses?

That's right. Just the four.

Copy that.

The NSA

lied to our face. Twice.

Yeah. Meanwhile,
I am telling the truth,

so can you take
these cuffs off, please?

Yeah, not happening.

Not that we can take them

at their word,
but for what it's worth,

they're saying
the computers were wiped.

Hope that's true.
For all our sakes.

Well, the fact
is, any number

of foreign countries
and rogue groups

would want to hit this place.

Yeah, whoever it was,
someone had to clue them in

on the office's location.

So who knew about it?

Aside from a few suits
at the Pentagon and DOD,

it was just the six of us
at the station.

Hang on. Six?

You said it was you
and the four victims.

So who's the sixth?

Our branch chief,
Michael Flores.

That's the guy
we just talked to.

Why wasn't he there
this morning?

Had a briefing
at the FBI field office,

said he'd be in late.

Oh. Well, that's convenient.

Either Agent Flores
is one very lucky man...

Or he knew about
the attack in advance.

Okay, guys,
we got eyes on Flores.

I think we're gonna go ask him.

Hands. Keep them
where I can see them.

Open the door.

Shut the door.

Turn around,
put your hands on the vehicle.

Turn around.

There's that famous
Five-O hospitality.

Oh, that's, uh, that's rich,
coming from the person

who just lied to us twice.

We know what was really
going on at that station.

We also know Aaron Wright
was working for you

and that he got away.

- You got him?
- No.

- We were hoping that you did.
- Still looking for him.

All right, he's
a tough guy

to pin down, just like you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, we did
our homework.

You were supposed to be at an
FBI field office this morning.

The security logs show
that you were never there.

Got changed
to the U.S. District Court.

Why don't you check the logs?

We will. You got an explanation
for everything, don't you?

Why don't you
do us a favor

and explain this?

That's a photograph of you

and Colonel
Farzin Shogredhi

having lunch in Istanbul
last month.

Why don't you tell me
why you would be breaking bread

with a high-ranking member
of Iran's

Revolutionary Guard?
- It's curious, and given

that your office targets
Iran's missile programs,

it's possibly treasonous.

Where'd you get that photo?

From a buddy of mine at Langley.

Well, your buddy clearly
wasn't read into this op.

The man in that photo,

Colonel Shogredhi, is one of
our most trusted double agents.

He's been working
the American side for years now.

You understand, Commander?

It's taken me five
years to establish

this station's global
intelligence footprint.

Do you think that I want
to see it destroyed?

Or see what happened
to my colleagues?

McGarrett.

Commander, it's Officer Kai.

The officers sitting
on Aaron Wright's place noticed

a suspect attempting
to break in.

When they engaged him,
gunfire was exchanged.

One officer was hit.
He's in stable condition.

And the suspect?

He's dead. No ID on him,
but CSU pulled a print.

Lab is running it now.

Results are back. Our dead
shooter's name is Adlan Rugova.

He's an international
gun for hire

wanted by authorities
across Europe.

Let me guess, he came
in under an alias.

Correct.
And he didn't travel alone.

We checked CCTV at HNL
arrivals and it seems Rugova

was accompanied by
two other gentlemen.

Facial rec IDed them
as Petra Salamov

and Andre Malaj,
Albanian nationals.

Aaron here confirmed

that these were the guys
that hit the NSA station.

That's them, for sure.

100%. No way
I'm forgetting those faces.

Uh, let's get their names
and their photographs out

to all authorities,
ports, airports.

Jerry, dig into this, see if you
can find out who hired them.

- Copy that.
- Here's the good news.

I'm thinking these guys must
still be on the island.

They're guns for hire, which
means they don't get paid

until the job is done.

And right now, their job
is killing Aaron Wright.

Which is why we're gonna
let them take a shot.

Wait, what?

Sounds to me like you're bait.

All right, here's the deal.

We have to find out
who hired these hitters,

which means we have to take
at least one of them alive.

Okay, I thought the
whole point was that

we're using Wright as bait.
Where is he?

He's in Rendition,
safe and sound.

All you need is this:

- Wright's phone.
- I'm the bait?

You and Junior.

I'm gonna put you guys

in a tactical, unmarked SUV.

Okay, so we're just gonna
drive around and wait

for them to get up
on our location

and start shooting at us?

Exactly.

That's a great plan.

All right, Steve, you know

where to find me
if you need me.

All right, take care, buddy.

Damn it.

Hey, yo, that didn't
sound so good.

Everything okay?

No, Percy,
everything is not okay.

Listen, if you got
to get back, man,

it's all right.
- Nah, they...

We halfway there now.
T-They got enough people.

They're fine.
All right.

Let's just get
this over with.

You know, why they got
to steal your recipe?

- Can't blame them for trying.
- What you mean?

Kamekona's restaurant
is doing pretty good.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- Profits are going through the roof.
- Really?

Yeah. We packed,
breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Oh, and I suppose
that that's all due

to your would-famous
kouign-amann, then, huh?

In part, yeah.

Makes sense.

Hey, you know
something? Uh...

I'm thinking about
making a move.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Open my own shop.
- Oh, that's good. Good for you.

You play your cards right,

I might let you get in
on the ground floor.

Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, man, what are we doing?

What are you doing, brah?

Let me ask you
a question, Percy.

Why is it that whenever you want
to ask me for one thing,

you do it by asking
for something else?

- Man, come on.
- Boy, I've been a cop for 30 years.

You think I don't know a load
of bull when I smell one?

Here I am, driving
all the way to the North Shore

chasing behind your "stolen
recipe," when the truth is,

all you want to do
is soften me up

to get me to invest
in your new bakery.

You know, Percy,
if you want me to invest

in one of your harebrained
schemes, why don't you just say,

"Hey, Lou, I got a harebrained
scheme. You want to invest?"

And then I'll say,
"Hell no, Percy,

and then we can just move on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Let's get one thing straight, little brother.
- What?

- I don't need your help, brah.
- What?

Besides, what the hell
makes you think

I would want you to have you
as a partner?

- You just pitched me this thing.
- It don't matter!

If I ask you what time it is,

you'd tell me
how to build a watch.

You think that 'cause you've
been a cop for 30 years,

you know every damn thing,
and I'm just an idiot

with a harebrained scheme?

Let me tell you something,
L'il Percy.

Well, bring it, brah.

Bring it.

I apologize.

Yeah, well, you know what?

You can kiss my black...

What did you say, brah?

I mean it, Percy.
I was being a jerk. I'm sorry.

You feeling okay,
little brother?

Shut up, fool.

You're so stupid.

- No, you stupid.
- Percy, I'm your brother.

- Yeah.
- I-I'm not one of these guys

you deal with out in the streets

back in Chicago.

Y-You ain't got to try
to be slick when you want

to ask me for something
you need if you need it.

I love you, man. Damn.

And I love you, too,
little brother.

So does that, uh,

that mean you gonna come in...

Hell no, I'm not giving
you any money, boy.

I said I love you, I didn't say
I just lost my damn mind.

Are you crazy?

Now, let's go get
this pastry-stealing punk.

I feel like w-we're, like,
gazelles at a watering hole.

Do you not watch, uh,
nature documentaries?

Like, there's
always a gazelle

at a watering hole,
she's minding her own business,

she's getting a sip of water,
and then...

and a lion comes up and...
and eats her.

I feel like that.

That's basically us.
We're just driving around,

waiting for some Euro assassins
to, uh, start shooting at us.

Gazelles.

Hmm?

My parents won't be coming
to the parole hearing today.

- What?
- I meant to tell you before,

but there was always a plan
for me to go on my own.

The truth is, my dad doesn't
even know it's happening.

My mom found the notice
in the mail,

she just didn't tell him.

Yeah, we figured
it was for the best.

So you have to go there

and then make a statement
on behalf of your family?

It's-it's all on you?

Mm-hmm.
That seems like

a lot of pressure.

Yeah. It's not the kind
I'm used to, either.

Well, you're not going alone.
I'm coming with you.

No, no, you don't have to.

I know.

Hey.

So we've been digging
into everyone that worked

in this NSA office,
and it turns out

taking highly skilled hackers
and giving them NSA cyber tools

can have unintended
consequences.

One of our dead analysts,
a Mr. Tim Aquino,

was running
a side hustle,

using his NSA resources
to blackmail

everyday citizens.

- What kind of blackmail?
- Standard stuff.

He was pulling texts and e-mails
off of people's devices,

threatening to reveal
compromising photos,

details of affairs,
other illegal activities.

He'd get a few grand
per shakedown, and then

a couple of weeks ago, he hit
pay dirt on something big

because that's when he opened up
an account in Zurich

into which 325K
were recently wired.

We traced the wire

and it came back to this guy.

Meet Alan Kinross,
CEO of Cryolaris Technologies.

It's a medical device
manufacturer based on Oahu.

Okay, so this CEO just paid
a small fortune in blackmail.

I'm thinking it's probably not
to cover up something salacious,

like an affair.
- More like a corporate scandal.

Something that could take down
a publicly traded company.

Yeah, I tried digging
deeper into Cryolaris,

but I hit a wall.

It seems they installed
some next level cyber security

after the blackmail payment.

So Tim Aquino uncovers something
about this company,

and then threatens them.
The company makes a big payment,

and now they don't

want the information out there.

So they hire hitters
to take out the NSA office

and wipe all the drives.

Yeah.
Burying the scandal for good.

All right, look, my instinct is
we bring the CEO in

and rake him over the coals,
find out what he's hiding,

but this guy looks
like he'd be

lawyered up and
probably with the best,

so we need some evidence before
we go anywhere near him.

Jerry, we need to look under the
hood of this company, and now.

I hear you, but their servers
are air-gapped.

Accessing the
data requires

being physically on site,

and I can handle that,

but I can't do it
while also hacking

into their security so I can get
in and navigate the building.

Sounds like you could
use some help.

Me and my big mouth.

Uh-oh. Did you come here
to lay me out again, Slugger?

Sadly, no. I'm here because
we have to work together.

Hi, there. Ron Janderman,
Oahu HVAC Repair.

Here for a
service call.

Janderman...

Janderman...

Don't have you here.

Can I see some ID?

Please don't tell me I went

to the wrong address again.

Stop messing around
and do your job.

My boss is gonna
have my ass.

You're good to go.

Hey, will you do a guy a solid

and just check
one more time, please?

There you are.

Must've missed it.
Elevator Four will

take you down
to the basement.

Sorry, big guy. Had to make him
sweat a little, am I right?

Let me tell you
something, you pull another

stunt like that, you're leaving
this van in a bag.

Copy that. Hold up, Jer.

You can step off
that elevator in three...

two... one.

All clear. Now we are the only
ones that can see the live feed.

Chop, chop. Don't go left,
don't right, go straight

through the double doors.

We got a problem.

There's a biometric
palm scanner.

This was supposed to be
a super-hackable

RFID badge reader.

Looks like you could use a hand.

Come on, that was solid.

Stupid. Make it work.

- Less talking, more helping.
- Relax.

This is gonna be easy
like a Sunday morning.

Why? Wh--
Just stop talking.

I spent a few weeks hacking
palm scan access ATMs

in Japan.
Paid for my whole trip.

And then some.

All right, Jerry,
how you doing in there?

65%, almost there.

All right, Steve, check it.

Oh, oh, oh, Jerry, Jerry,
you got company,

you got a bogey.

A security guard headed
towards the server room.

- I need more time.
- Do something.

What, do you think I'm back here
playing Fortnite?

Hello?

Mr. Anahi, this is

Ed LaFontaine of lead
counsel in HR Legal.

Uh, we need to speak

to you about a conduct complaint
our office received.

Seems some very
serious allegations

have been levied
against you.

You need to come up
to floor seven immediately.

Of course. I'll be right there.

- What do you say, pal?
- I'm not your pal,

but thanks.
- Journey of a thousand miles

begins with a baby step,
so I'll take it.

He's good at what he does.
I'll give him that.

Yeah, but the face,
the face is-is so punchable.

Yeah.

That's a mountain of data
you got there, Jer. How are

you gonna find a needle
in that haystack?

Split the haystacks.
I'm digging into finances.

And I'm on legal
searching for keywords

like "exposure,"

"non-disclosure,"
and "settlement."

Oh, speaking of settlement,
I found a bunch of payments,

big ones, all clustered between

May and October of 2017.

Narrowing my search
of that timeframe.

Oh, my, my.
Let me see that.

Yeah, this is bad.

Two years ago,
Cryolaris developed

a cutting-edge
new anesthesia machine.

Only problem was the three
people it killed during R&D.

Three people killed?

With those numbers, there's no
way this machine goes to market.

Yeah, and yet, it did.

And quite the market it's been.

They cleared half a billion
on this device alone.

They do the math

and decide it's cheaper
to pay out settlements

than fix the product flaw
that's killing people?

This information got
out, we're talking

a Class I FDA recall,

millions in payouts
and penalties.

Yeah, not to mention
criminal negligence charges

for the top brass.

All right, sounds like
there's a whole bunch of people

that need to be rounded up,
starting with the CEO. Adam,

call HPD. Have them lend
a hand with the arrests.

Jerry, reach out to the FDA.
We got to get this machine

off the market
before it kills somebody else.

You want to task me
to do something?

I do. Stop talking.

- Junior, what's good?
- Hey, looks like the hitters

took the bait.
We just picked up a tail.

Where you at?

Heading east on Kanealii.

- We're passing Star Road.
- All right, here we go.

They're making an approach.

All right, I got eyes on them.

Yep, it's our hitters.

Okay, hold on.

- We're in pursuit.
- Don't lose them. I'm on the way.

RPG incoming, one o'clock!

Hang on!

Tani, you okay?

Yeah.

Told you my plan would work.

Yeah, like a charm.

Mr. Kinross, how you doing?

I'm Commander Steve McGarrett,

this is Jerry Ortega.

Thank you for the names.
Now I know who to sue.

You're welcome.

Spoken like a true
corporate scumbag.

So, an hour ago,

I, uh, I personally pulled this
phone off of a dead assassin.

What's that got to do with me?

Well...

Well, you see,
this phone gave me access

to the dead guy's
overseas bank accounts,

one of which shows
a large payment from you.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

That's fine. I'm gonna break it
down for you, all right?

In this phone,
there is evidence of you

personally sending
a wire transfer

of $325,000 to Tim Aquino.

Tim Aquino is the NSA agent

who blackmailed you
and your company. You remember?

We know about the devices
you were selling.

Remember?
The highly profitable ones

that saved lives but also
occasionally killed people?

But what
we didn't know

was that your company has
a secret little slush fund.

A slush fund that you used
to hire a bunch of paid gunmen

to kill Tim Aquino
and three of his colleagues.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

That's right. Right here.

We got you tied
to blackmail and murder.

Basically, dude,
you're in deep.

I want my lawyer.

Probably not the worst idea.

So what's next for Mr. Wright?

Same as before. He can continue
to working for the government,

or go to jail.
- Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

Hey.

You're back
on my radar.

You mess up one more time,
I'm gonna make sure

you're out of a job and back
in prison. Are we clear?

I'll be a good boy, I promise.

Put 'er there, partner.

Really?

I thought we had made
some progress.

I'm not decking you again.
That's progress.

Well, it's been a pleasure
working with you.

All of you.

Look at me, I'm getting
teary-eyed. In fact,

are you guys sure you don't have
a spot for me on your roster?

I feel like you guys
could use my help.

I'm sure you pay better
than the NSA, too.

It's like peanuts over there.

That's enough, let's go.

I'm just saying,
there's a reason why Tim Aquino

needed that extra 325K.

Hey, Jer...

...I meant to tell you
this morning:

that was a hell
of a right cross.

Yeah, I agree.

I'm just jealous
I didn't get in one of my own.

Thanks.

Mm.

Wow.

Man, this thing
is the meaning of life.

My compliments to the chef.

Thank you. They're flying off
the shelves, that's for sure.

They damn well should be.

And priced right, too. $3.65.

You ain't slick. One for every
day of the year, right?

And all these things,

you-you bake right here, in-house?
- Mm-hmm.

Since 1968.
My mother opened the place.

All the recipes are hers.

Is that right?

Well, I'll tell you what,
this thing here...

I've never even heard of it.
This, this, uh,

koogan, kween-uh...

Kouign-amann.

Huh?

It's called kouign-amann.

Oh.

The pastry originated
in Northern France.

My parents

tried it on their honeymoon.

Your parents
didn't eat no damn

kouign-amann in France
or no other damn place.

That's my recipe,
and you stole it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do.

And you'd better cop to it
before my brother

goes all "Hulk smash"
up in here.

All right, relax.
You got me, okay?

It's not a family recipe.

'Course it's not
a family recipe,

'cause your thieving ass
stole it from me.

- All right, Percy.
- I didn't steal anything.

You did.

I swear. No-- we bake
everything else here.

But these, we buy wholesale.

Wait, what?

Wholesale?

Exactly who are you buying
these things wholesale from?

Yeah.

You know, I'm really
disappointed in you, Flippa.

I mean, you're the last person
in the world I thought

would do something
like this.

Explain yourself.

Ever since my food truck
burned down,

I've been trying
to reopen a new business.

Kamekona mentioned

your baked goods being
the "toast of the restaurant."

So I've been testing the market,

seeing what kind
of appetite there is

for the best pastries
I ever tasted.

Turns out, sky's the limit.

So, let me get this right.

My hard work becomes
your side hustle.

How is that fair to me, man?

You're not hearing me. I want us
to start a wholesale business.

Together.

Was planning on talking
to you next week

after I crunched the numbers.

What?

Man, I-I don't know
what to say, man.

Say yes. We partner up,
split the profits 70-30.

No, no, no.
I think you mispronounced 50-50.

Bruddah, I'll be putting up
the capital,

taking all the risk;
ergo, I take more of the profit.

All right,
first of all, who said

you putting up
all the capital?

Count me in.

Grover brothers in for half.

That works.

Lou, you'd do that for me, man?

Didn't you hear him say
sky's the limit?

I'm doing it for me.

But yeah.

That's what
brothers do.

I love you, brother.

Eh, I love you, too.

Yeah.

Next time, ask.

- All right, sorry.
- Come on, bring it in.

Thank you, thank you.

Hey, you guys,
you guys are so...

Yeah, yeah. Mm-hmm
Okay, okay,

The Hawaii Paroling
Authority will now hear

the case for early release
of inmate

Palani Kuewa.

Inmate has served
six years

of his first-degree negligent
homicide conviction.

The board has reviewed
the inmate's parole plan

and recognize
Mr. Kuewa's completion

of IOP substance
abuse treatment

in addition to his involvement
in community outreach programs

during his incarceration.

Mr. Kuewa, I understand
you'd like to say something?

On the night of August 5, 2012,
I made a mistake.

I had a few too many drinks, and
I got behind the wheel of a car.

People do it
all the time,

but the difference is,
because of me,

a young woman died, and several
more lives were ruined.

There's nothing I can do
or say that'll change that.

This system is supposed
to be about justice,

but if there were
any real justice in this world,

Maya Reigns would still
be alive,

and I'd be in her place.

All I can
tell you is this:

whatever the board
decides today,

it won't change what I do
with the rest of my life,

which is to continue the work
I started in prison,

educating people
and doing everything I can

to make sure that no one makes
the same terrible mistake I did.

But as for forgiveness?

I would never think to ask
your family for that,

because I know I will
never forgive myself.

The board will now
hear a statement

from the immediate family
of the victim, Maya Reigns.

Please.

My name is Junior Reigns.

Maya was my sister.

I'm here on behalf of my family

to argue for parole
to be denied.

See, in my line of work,
I see the worst kind of people.

People beyond reform,

beyond forgiveness.

But this man that I just heard,
he's not that.

You know, I came
here thinking that

he needed to pay for what
he did, for what he took.

But honestly,
I wouldn't even know

what that price would look like.

What I do know is that the hate

that I've carried
towards this man

has cost me
way too much.

It's blocked out my
good memories of Maya.

And I-I'm afraid that some
of them are gone for good.

I don't want to give hate
that power anymore.

I want to remember
my sister for the joy

that she brought to this world,
and not for what happened

that one day.

I owe her that much.

And I know what Maya
would want me to do today.

Thank you.

I really think
you did the right thing.

I hope my dad sees it that way.

We got a problem.

Whoa, whoa. Slow down.
Slow down. What's going on?

When Wright was leaving,

he mentioned the 325K
that Kinross paid to Aquino.

The thing is,
he was down in Rendition

when I discovered
that wire transfer.

So how did he know
the exact amount?

Here's how. He was aware
of Tim Aquino's blackmail scam,

and he used that to play us.

- Wait. What?
- I looked into the payment

made to the hitters.

It originated overseas

and then was rerouted
through dozens

of anonymous IP addresses
to make it look like

it came from Cryolaris,
when it actually came from...

Aaron Wright.
We got to call Flores.

Wright knows the tech

in that NSA station
is worth millions,

so he hires a team to
pull it off the drives,

wipe them, then takes out the
entire office for good measure.

Yeah, and he gets away with it
by pinning it all on Cryolaris

and making himself
look like a victim.

Son of a bitch.

This is Agent Flores.

Hey, this is Steve McGarrett.
I'm on speaker?

No.

All right, keep it that way.

Listen to me very carefully.
Don't react.

Wright set this whole thing up.

It was his play
from the beginning.

Flores, talk to me!

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