All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.2010.S01E03.HDTV.XviD-LOL

Aloha, football fans,

and welcome the grudge match;

the inter-island rivalry
everyone's been waiting for:

The Kapui Kings versus
the P-Boy's Scorpions.

Yeah.

Oh! How'd you miss
that facemask call, ref?!

He only tried to gouge
the kid's eyes out! You suck!

I'm glad she's on our team.

No, she's just getting
warmed up.

Sorry we're late.
Hey, brah.

Nice hands, brah.

Hey, Gracie.
I'm Steve. It's great

to meet you finally.

Your dad, he talks
about you all the time.

Talks about you a lot, too.

Really? Does he?

We, uh, we commiserate.
It's a father-daughter thing.

Hi, I'm Kono.

Hello.

And I'm Uncle Chin.

Are you a football player?
I used to be. I used to play

quarterback
for that red team.

He was a legend, too,
till, uh, till I came along

and shattered
all his records.

That's a really pretty
tennis outfit.

Yeah, I had to pick her up
today at a country club.

Step-Stan decided
that she should

start taking
tennis lessons.

What's wrong with tennis, Danny?

I'll tell you what's
wrong with tennis.

It can be played on a table,

which makes it an activity,
not a sport.

You throw the ball, I catch
the ball, that is a sport.

It's my duty as a father

to teach my daughter
the difference.

Dad, I can still hear you.

Well, you're not supposed
to be listening to me, huh?

You're supposed to be
paying attention,

'cause it's football.
It's a sport.

Dad, I'm hungry.

How can you be hungry?
We ate an hour ago.

We didn't eat nachos
an hour ago.

What was I thinking about?
Of course, we didn't.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, get me some.

All right.

Oh!
Yeah!

I mean, is this place great
or what, huh?

It's a real ballpark here.

Remember Yankee Stadium?

Uh-huh.
Popcorn, we got corndogs.

They don't have that kind of
food at country clubs, do they?

Well, they have hot dogs,

but they don't come
on a stick.

No stick?
Defeats the whole purpose.

Come here. Come on.

- Excuse me. I'm a police officer.
- Yes?

We may have
a situation here.

This is my daughter Grace.
I need you

to take her and your daughter
into the bathroom

and wait there until
I get back, all right?

Okay.
Thank you.

Hey, come on, kid, listen to me.

This nice lady's gonna
watch you for a little bit.

I want you to go with her, okay?
Daddy...

Hey, I'm just gonna
go make sure

there's no bad guys,
that's all-- all right?

I'll be right back.
Come here. I love you. Go on.

Okay, come on.

Where are my nachos?

Hey, I'm right in front of you.

Got two guys headed
to the field, strapped.

I think something's about
to go down.

We got trouble.

Kono, call HPD for backup.

Hey, all right
Come on, Junior.

Gun! Gun!

Put it down! Put it down! Hey!

Get out of the way!

Black shirt! Runner!

Got him.

Hands behind your head
right now-- right now!

Got him. Got him. Go!
Go get Grace!

All right, everybody,
keep the peace and stay calm.

Grace!

Grace!

Daddy! Daddy!

Come here.

You okay, huh?

You okay?

Freeze!

Put your hands
where I can see 'em!

Turn around slowly.

Sid?

♪ Hawaii Five-O 01x03 ♪
Malama Ka Aina
Original Air Date on October 4, 2010

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

There's no I.D. on this victim.

See if any of the other
witnesses know him.

You're a hell of a quarterback.
What's your name?

Junior Satelli.

Junior, all right, you got lucky
today. It's just a scratch.

Hey, boss,

over here.

You're gonna be all right, kid.

Excuse me.

This is one
of the shooters.

Do you recognize the art?

It's a 14K tattoo.
This guy's a Triad enforcer.

The other vic is Samoan.

These guys are from
two different gangs.

So what are we looking at here,
a gang war?

The Triads and Samoans have
coexisted on this island

for as long as I can remember.
They never brought

their wars
into the public,

especially in front
of their families.

You guys okay?

Yeah, okay. You?

Yeah. I lost my runner
in the parking lot.

That is
the most ridiculous thing

I have ever heard in my life.

Violence follows me? I mean,

how do you even come up
with something like that?

No, what happened here has
nothing to do with my job.

In fact,
it is just the opposite, okay?

She is safe because I am a cop.

Huh? You know, I can't,

I can't even
do this right now.

She'll be there in five minutes.

An officer's bringing her home.

Yeah. Good-bye.

Can't wait to meet your ex.

Yeah, the two of you can plan
my demise.

So what do we got?

Six friendlies wounded,
two hostiles dead.

Think it was
a gang shooting.

Triads and Samoans.

Well, if this is
a gang war,

the problem is there's
only gonna be one winner.

Yeah. And the losers:
whoever gets in the way.

What do you want?

Where's Sid?

I haven't seen him in months.

She has your eyes.

I gotta go.

All right.

Well, if you see him,
tell him I'm looking for him.

So I got an I.D. on the target
of our gang shooting.

His name is Mana Sapolu.

HPD says he's
a high-ranking lieutenant.

If this is a gang war,
Sapolu might be retaliation.

Crime Reduction Unit says
the Samoans are responsible

for murders of at least seven
Triads in the last six months.

That's why this was so public.

The Triads are sending a message
they're not gonna sit back

and get taken out one-by-one.

Hey, guys!
I got something.

Been going through
the cameras left behind,

trying to I.D.
the shooters--

this is what I saw.

Wait, wait, wait.
Go back. Rewind that.

Check it out.

That's Junior Satel,
the quarterback.

So wait a minute--
everyone's running

away from the gunshots,
but this kid Junior's

moving right towards it.

Thought you might
find that interesting,

so I asked around.

Junior's uncle is
Mana Sapolu,

our dead Samoan.

Yeah, so he's probably
in the gang.

And knows who the shooters are.

EMTs released him.

I saw him heading
for the locker room.

Come on.

You know,
when I was a kid,

this island seemed like
the safest place on Earth.

That's the thing
about being a kid,

you don't know
any better.

You could leave your door unlocked,
no one would bother you.

If people had a beef,
they'd settle it

with their fists,
not with guns.

Back home, you win
a fistfight,

you go home and you lock
the doors twice,

'cause you know somebody's
coming back with a gun.

Hawaii's just catching up
to the times.

Maybe.

Hey, there's Junior.

What do you think's in the bag?

I don't know.
I'll give you three-to-one

it ain't his lunch.

Hey! Junior.

How's it?

Let's take a look
at your lunch.

Hey, hey,
I didn't do nothing.

You didn't do
anything yet.

We know Mana Sapolu's
your uncle.

What do you got?

Look at that.

What are you thinking, huh?

What are you
thinking about?

It's all my fault, man.

I asked him to come watch
me play today,

and if I wouldn't have
done it, he...

You were starting
quarterback

in the biggest game
of the year.

You think your uncle was
gonna stay away?

You lost someone
you love today, I get that.

But putting another body
in the morgue,

you think that's gonna

make you feel better?

Junior, tell us
where we can find the men

who shot your uncle.

I promise you
we'll take 'em off the street.

International Marketplace.

The guys that did this...

they just started using

the store trains
to front their meth business.

All right.

If I see you anywhere
but a football field,

I will arrest you.

You understand?

Yes.
Go home.

Excuse me?
Go.

Hold on, hold on.
Wait, whoa-whoa-whoa.

Go.
Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Okay, let me ask
you a question.

What the hell is the matter
with you, huh?!

He's just a kid.

No, he's not just
a kid.

He's a kid with a gun, okay?

What, did you want me

to book him, Danno?
You think that's funny?

Let me break it down
for you, okay?

Kids with guns kill
innocent people and cops!

Right.
All right, now, that kid,

maybe he's going to finish
a math assignment,

but more likely he's
looking for another gun

so he can shoot someone!

Why? 'Cause you conveniently
just decided

to forget about the law!

He's angry because
somebody came along

and killed a member
of his family today.

And he feels like if he doesn't
do something about it,

nobody will.

So let's prove him wrong.

Come on, we got
a killer to catch.

There's something wrong with
you, you know that, right?

So you like to kill people
on football fields, huh?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Manu Sapolu.

That's because these girls are
like, "Give us some money."

Go ahead, take the girls
back to the house.

What the hell
are you doing here?

There's a tape of the game.

It's only a matter of time

before you're I.D.'d
and arrested.

What are you talking
about, cuz?

You were the one
pointing the gun.

Listen to me. You need to come
with me right now

and talk to my people.

Your people?

You mean the drug dealers you
ripped off when you were a cop.

Stay away from me.

What the hell are you doing?!

I'm a cop again.

I was trying
to cut you a break.

I was trying to do things
a different way.

I guess I was wrong.

Hey! Ow!

Come on!
In here.

Give me a break!
Have a seat!

What's going on?

This is Sid.
He was at the football game.

And part of a Samoan gang.

Kono? Don't tell me
you're working with them?

How do you know him?

He's our cousin.
He's our cousin.

I'm also a cop.

You're a cop?

Undercover.

Chin said you quit the HPD.

That would have been
the easy way out.

Before I took this assignment,
I had the whole department

coming down on me just because
I shared blood with this thief.

Watch your mouth.

All right, just got off
the phone with HPD.

His story checks out.

He's working with the gang unit.

They got him undercover
with the Samoans.

That's what I was trying
to tell you.

The police department
said that I quit

to set up my cover.

I've been under with
the Samoan gangs for 11 months.

Trying to identify
the major players

and collect
enough evidence

to take them down
on Federal warrants.

What can you tell us
about this gang war?

I ain't saying another word
in front of this dirty cop.

You want to believe I took money
from drug raids, that's fine.

But you're going to
tell us what you know.

I'll tell these two.

I ain't talking to you.

You saw Sid at the
football game, didn't you?

And you let him go.

He wasn't involved
in the shooting.

He was trying to get away.

You give him a pass
because he's family.

They didn't do that for you.

Been working my way up.

They're starting
to trust me.

For the past six months,
I was muscle

for their call girl operations.

And finally starting to get
in some of their security work.

From what I've been able
to put together,

this beef with the Triads

was instigated
by the Samoans.

- Why?
- No idea.

But from what I been hearing,

it's going to get a lot worse
before it gets better.

We're in the business
of making things better,

so why don't you tell
us where to start.

There's a repair shop
over on Lagoon

Samoans sometimes use
for deliveries.

Been a lot of activity
over there lately.

Not sure what... but I heard
it something to do

with muscling the Triads
out of one of the rackets.

If you're looking
for answers--

I'd start there.

So this is where Sid thinks
the Samoans are doing business.

What kind of business?
I'd say chop shop,

but I can't see anyone stealing
and stripping these hoopties.

You know, I was
thinking about it.

I think you should send Chin
home for a couple days.

Law enforcement is
Chin's family business,

so when he lost his badge,
he lost his family.

If he wants
to wear a badge,

he has to be able to deal
with things like this.

You weren't held when
you were a baby, were you?

It's called tough love, partner.

Oh, and by the way,
I was held.

Okay? I have photos,
if you want proof.

Photoshop.

So you say something?

No.

Have to give
the Samoans props.

Sure can pack away the pies.

Right?
That's a lot of pizza.

Maybe not.

Look at this.

What do you see?

I don't see anything.

Exactly.

No cheese drips,
no grease stains.

Nothing. No crust.

Doesn't that seem
strange to you?

Not half as strange as it must
to a man who lives on take-out.

What do they deliver in these
boxes is what I'm saying.

Okay, all right,
what's that look?

What look?

The look-- the look
you give me

when you don't tell me
what you're thinking about.

Next thing I know,
I'm getting shot at.

Looking for iodine. Iodine.

Iodine.

Look at that,
mystery solved.

Grab one of those boxes,
put it on this table here.

Right here?
Yeah.

Okay, enough already.
What are we doing here?

When iodine mixes with metal,
it forms binary salts.

Binary salts-- all right.

Is there a reason for
this chemistry lesson?

Pay attention.
You might learn something.

Any metallic objects

that were left
in those boxes...

...will have
left trace elements behind.

The iodine will bring it out
in a couple of seconds.

Wow.

Thick crust,
extra bullets, please.

Yeah.

Come on, I can use
a good slice. Let's go.

You know what? This place
actually sounds all right.

I'm sure it does.
It says here they fly in the water.

That's great. Yeah.

This town could use
a good slice.

It's a shame we got
to put them out of business.

You should try Iolani's
in Waikiki.

They do the best ham and
pineapple on the Island...

- Oh! Oh!
- What?

Let me explain something
to you, okay?

Pizza is mozz, sauce and dough.

That is it.

All right, you want
to put a pepperoni on your slice

that's fine, but ham, out.

Fruit, out.

Okay, I don't care where we are.
Pizza and pineapple

do not belong in
the same airspace.

I guess you feel
quite strongly about this.

That's cute.
Did your ex get a new one, too?

No, it's... miserable attorney.

Yes, Lord Vader.

Is that a joke?

Yeah, over my dead body.

Let me explain to you why.

She is my daughter too, okay?

I don't care.

Hey, hey! Listen to me!

You scumbag.

You low-life,
miserable, money-suck--

Hello? Hello?!

Uh! Uh!

Okay. What up?

Rachel is trying to take me
back to court

over visitation, because
she says that it is not safe

for Grace to be around me.

Like the football shooting
was my fault.

Aw, man...

I'm sorry.

Hey, you the owner?

Pie or slice, officers?

We want to ask you
a couple questions.

You mind turning that off?

I got money on this fight.

Okay. I got it.

You have no idea
where you are, do you?

Well, we know we're
not in New York, huh?

From your accent I'd say Jersey--
West Orange?

Bingo. You, too?

Yeah.

You're a long way
from home.

Yeah, don't remind me.

You've been making deliveries
to Kamomi Auto Shop?

Yeah. I make a lot of deliveries
to a lot of places.

I'll bet you do.

This one was a special order.

Look, I just deliver
the pizzas, man, you know?

What people choose
to put in the boxes afterwards,

that's up to them.

Now if you gentlemen have
any more questions...

speak to my lawyer.

Hey, I tried.

I thought you were
very reasonable.

Your turn.

Oh...!

You guys have been watching
too many gangster movies.

How do you figure?

This whole
death march routine.

Like I'm supposed to
believe a couple of cops

are going to cap me
and dump me in the ocean.

Please.

We're not going
to shoot you, Joey.

Whoo, that's a load off.

Hey, Joey, you
got an 'aumakua?

What'd you call me?

An 'aumakua.

No, what's an 'aum...
what's that?

Some Hawaiians believe that
the spirits of their ancestors

appear in
other living forms.

Oh, for instance, like a shark.

Right?

And that those animals,
those specific animals,

will be there to protect
them in times of need.

Looks like you could use

one of those 'aumakuas
right about now, Joey.

Hey... What the hell, man?

Those dolphins? Huh?
Hey, hey.

Tell me those are dolphins!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Are those sharks?

No! No!
Come on, Joey.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get me out of here!

You let us know when
you're ready to talk, Joey.

Don't leave me!

Help! Hey!

Hey!

Don't leave me here! Hey!

Hey... Wait!

Hey!

Wait! Wait!

Get me out of here!

Let me ask you
a question.

- Are you literally insane?
- Oh, relax.

It's a cage for tourists.

They're... they're homeless
Galapagos sharks.

They're not man-eaters.

Hey!

Joey doesn't know that, though.

- Hey, you want a beer?
- Yeah.

To, uh... to Joey.

Help!

Hey, what are you going to do
about your ex, man?

I have no idea.

Gracie's my life.

If I lose her, I got
no reason to be here.

I'd be alone on
this island.

Hey! Wait!

Well, you still got Joey.

Yeah.

Hey! Hey!

We should go get him.

All right, all right.

- Just get me out of here!
- Okay. All right.

Why are you running guns
to the Samoans?

I got business with them.

I know you got business with
'em-- what kind of business?

Samoans are helping us
squeeze the Triads

out of their gambling
operations.

We got the guns and money.

The Samoans got the muscle
and the local what's-what.

And that's all I know.
I swear. Please!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Who's "we"?

Who are you working for?

Salvo.
Frank Salvo?

Yeah! Yeah!
He's coming to town tomorrow.

Why?

Because the guy he brokered
the deal with got clipped.

You know, the guy who got
shot at the football game.

Salvo wants to see the operation

and sit down with the new boss
of the Samoan gang

and make sure
everything's straight.

Joey, hold up a second.

Who's Salvo?

Frank Salvo is the head

of the Salvo crime family
back in Jersey.

If he's the one
pulling the strings,

the real war
hasn't even begun yet.

Frank Salvo.

Suspected of a
half dozen kills.

Three years ago,
he put a bullet

in his uncle
to take over the family.

His crews do it all.

Okay? They got
prostitution,

loan-sharking, protection,

drugs-- you name it.

The only racket they don't have
is illegal gambling

'cause Atlantic City
gets all the action.

That's why he's
setting up shop out here.

Of course. Honolulu just shot
down legalized gambling again.

Salvo knows this is an island
of opportunity.

He takes over illegal gambling,

does things his way.

Let me tell you,
he will spread like a virus.

Okay, and since the New Jersey
Mob doesn't like partners,

it's only a matter of time
before they cut out the Samoans.

Once that happens,
every street from Mauka to Makai

will be as bloody
as that football field.

Well, we have to eliminate
the virus.

How?

According to Joey,
Salvo is here for a sit-down

with the new head
of the Samoan gang.

This guy-- Tuinei.
Manu Sapolu's underboss.

Right.

Tomorrow night
is Tuinei's big audition

to see if he can run
these casinos.

We need to be on the inside,

getting Salvo on tape,
spelling out the punch.

Okay, how are we
going to do that?

What do you need, cuz?

Said it was urgent.

There's a rolling casino
tonight.

Can you get us in?

I said I was working
security detail

for something.

Then, will you do it?

Putting me
in a tough spot, kid.

This thing goes south,

I risk compromising
my investigation.

I wouldn't be asking you
to do this

if I didn't think
that we had a real shot

at ending this
gang war.

I'll help you, but I don't want
anything to do with Chin Ho.

That's cold, brah.

That is still family.

You think I want
to feel this way?

We were boys,
me and Chin.

I thought I knew him.

You do know him.

I know that what he did
set me back with HPD.

I know if I'm
not the one

volunteering
for the hardest jobs--

the ones that nobody
will take--

they're going to think
I'm dirty, too.

You think I like living
in a tenement?

Away from my wife
and baby almost a year.

That's what being related
to Chin Ho did for me.

Do you ever think for a second

that maybe he didn't
do anything?

That maybe he was set up?

All that matters
is what the bosses think,

and they took his badge away.

To think anything else
is career suicide.

He protected you at
the football field,

and this is how
you pay him back.

He thought I was a gangbanger,
and he let me go.

What kind of cop does that?

The kind that knows how
to look after his family.

I worry about you, Kono.

You know those HPD guys,

the ones that you
depend on for back up?

You think they don't know
who your cousin is?

They're wrong about him,
and so are you.

He's a good man.

Listen, kid.

If you want my help,
you got it.

But not Chin.
End of story.

He's not going undercover.

Everyone knows him
on the island.

It's just me, McGarrett
and Danny.

I can probably get you in if you
don't mind serving drinks.

I don't know
about the two haoles.

They clean up nice.

They can go as whales.

Trust me.

Detour.

I beg of you.
I beg of you.

What are you doing?
Turn around! Turn around!

I'm in.
Copy that.

I have house security online.

Aloha, gentlemen.

Name?

Edwards.

They're good to go.

Let them in.

♪ ♪

That guy's all yours.

Very large.

We're in.

Gotcha.

And you're loud and clear.

Vaveni and
soda, please.

What do I look like?

Try one of the ladies
holding drinks.

Yeah, good idea,
right?

How come I look like a waiter,
you look like James Bond?

I don't know.

He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Clearly.

Mind if we join you?

Ten to start.

Gentlemen, Salvo's on his way in

with Tuinei, new Samoan boss.

Shall we?

What do you think?

Think he's got an ace.

Such serious men.

How about a...

drink before business?

Whiskey, straight up.

Beer in the bottle.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Enjoy.

Hope you like it.

Got to come out here more often.

All right, look.
Now that Sapolu's gone,

my friends on the mainland
are a little concerned

that you could do everything
that Manu said you could.

We can, and we will.

We're more motivated
than ever

to take out the Triads.

That's what I'm afraid of.

We're not shipping out
all this firepower

and cash for you to finance

some never-ending
gang war.

You're getting paid

to get the Triads out
of the gambling business

so that we can go on
with our operation uncontested.

That's it.

Then your money
is being well spent.

You've seen for yourself.

The rooms are up and running.

What's going on?

These two names--
I have to take...

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

I cleared them.
They're good to go.

The boss wants to see it.

Guys, I'm getting a bad feeling

about this.

I need to know from you

that you
and your people

are going to protect
my investment.

What is this?

I think you need
to see this.

You know what to do.

Something wrong?

How is it that you people

have been fumbling around

on this moss-covered rock
for generations,

and in two seconds,
my men

find two names on that list

that don't check out?

We've been made.

Get Sid in here.
He's running the gate.

I want to see
him right now.

My men are handling Sid.

You just find the two men
that he let in here.

Where did they take Sid?

Salvo's got him by the pool.

He's in trouble.

I'm coming in with backup now.

Can I help you?
Invitation only.

Tell me what I
want to know,

I make it fast
and painless.

That's very considerate of you.

It is when you consider
the other option.

Which is I put one in your gut
and I watch you bleed out.

Because that's exactly
what's gonna happen

if you don't
start talking.

Now, who are those two
guys you let in here?

And are you a cop?

Get them the hell
out of here!

No, we can't-- Oh, oh, hey.

Guys, I'm really sorry.
We don't want any trouble.

Hey!

Use the gun!

Rachel, just hear me out.

All right, before you sic
your lawyers on me

and try to take Grace
away from me,

I want to remind you
of something.

I moved 5,000 miles

so that I could see Grace
twice a week.

Twice a week, okay?

That is 48 hours,
52 times a year,

for a grand total
of 2,500 hours.

When you factor in
sleep and school,

I can really only count on about

400 hours of real face time
each year.

And then, you know,
that's only gonna shrink

when she starts making friends

and then she goes
off to college.

So, ultimately, that does not
leave me with a lot of time

to spend with my daughter.

Not as much as I would want.

But I never complained.

I never complained,

because every single one
of those minutes

reminds me of what I am doing
and why I am here.

That little girl is my life.

So I am asking you,
I am begging you, Rachel,

to please, please,
just be kind...

and don't take her away from me.

That's all.

I will get Miss Rachel, sir.

Detective Williams,
this is Rachel's counsel.

Yeah, will you
put Rachel on, please?

That won't be necessary.

Don't tell me what's necessary,
just do what I tell you to do.

Rachel's dropping the petition.

She's what?

She's decided not
to fight you for visitation.

Daddy!

Hi, monkey.

God!

Guess what? I think I know
what I want for my birthday.

Tell me.

A football--
a squishy pink one.

A squishy pink one?

Oh!

Oh.

That's the second best news
I've heard all day.

Hey.

Hey.

So, uh, HPD
is rolling out

the red carpet for Sid.

What do you mean?

Well, he goes
undercover for a year,

basically ends the gang war.

Now he helps us get Salvo.

That guy's a hero now.

So are he and Chin cool then?

I don't know if
I'd say "cool,"

more like defrosting,
you know.

It's gonna take time.

It's a hell of a grudge
to hang onto, man.

Chin saved that guy's life.

Yeah, that reminds me,

did you, uh, speak
to the governor

about my custody issue?

Governor doesn't discuss
her business with me.

I might have heard something
about Step-Stan building

a new hotel,
though, and, uh,

you need government
approval for that.

Thank you.

Let me ask you
something.

How far deep
did you have to dig?

I mean, how much of your soul

did you just lose
by actually appreciating me?

Uh, I'm measuring.

Right.

Maybe you're not as alone around
here as you think, Danno.

What are we watching?

You getting your ass handed to
you in the state championship.

Kukui put
all the old games online.

You just got sacked, boss.
You should've passed.

Why pass when you can run?

Oh.

Ah, see, now
I gotta admit,

that was a beautiful play.

Your dad couldn't
stop screaming.

You were there with my dad?

Yeah.

I was fresh out of the academy,

he was
my training officer.

I'll tell you,
any day that

Steve McGarrett was
starting at quarterback

was an official day off.

I just got one question:

What's a quarterback doing
with the number 50?

No, it's five-oh.
Yeah.

No, it's not,
it's not 50, it's five-oh.

It's what my dad
used to call

our family, because we weren't
native Hawaiian,

so he nicknamed us "five-oh's"

after the 50th state in
the Union-- I don't know.

It was his way
of making us feel

like we belonged
someplace, I guess.

Hmm.

I like that.

Five-O.

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