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Look out!

Hey behind you!
Get out of the water!

Hey, behind you!

Aaron, that wasn't funny.

You're the only one
who isn't laughing.

The lifeguards are going
to kick you off the beach

if they see you.
Yeah, whatever, Liz.

We're in Hawaii. They have real
sharks here, you idiot.

I'm off to claim
my next victim.

Okay, fellas, grand opening
is next week.

You get to taste test

my menu items.

Today we got shrimp jambalaya,
shrimp and grits,

shrimp pupu, shrimp kabobs,
shrimp fried rice.

And for the keiki's,

my classic corn-battered

shrimp on a stick.

Okay, you know why shrimp
trucks are so popular?

Is because people know what
they're going to get

when they go to one--
they're going to get

garlic scampi, hot and spicy,
lemon and butter.

Three flavors, not 31.

But this island is crawling
with competition, man.

A diverse menu can only make
my product stand out

in an oversaturated market.

Now dig in to the grinds,

and tell me what you think,
please.

Jambalaya has got some kick.

- Mm-hmm.
- Try it.

You know what?

You got a cast-iron stomach,

but that should be weaponized.
You got any water in there?

Sparkling or flat?

Seriously, I can't
breathe right now.

Anything.
Coming right up.

Man.

I know you didn't call me here
just for lunch.

So, what's on your mind, son?

I need to know why
my father was meeting

with Wo Fat and
Governor Jameson.

Okay? I need to know what was
being discussed on that video.

I told you I got the DOD
working on extracting the sound.

But it's not an easy job,
the audio was scrubbed.

It's been four weeks.

Yeah, well, it's the DOD, son.

Nothing happens overnight.

Who's your guy in
digital forensics?

I'll give him a call.

That won't be necessary.

Just give me some more
time on this.

We'll have some answers
soon enough.

McGarrett.

What's cooking, Max?

One right hand
of a John Doe murder vic.

Approximately
30 to 40 years old.

- Where's the rest of him?
- The Coast Guard is dragging

the shorelines of Waikiki Beach
where the hand was found.

Why are we tagging
this guy a homicide?

This guy-- it's a hand.
He could be shark food.

Blood had elevated
levels of lead,

indicating the victim
was indeed shot.

The hand was then
severed postmortem

by something sharp enough
to cut through a bone.

Most likely a boat rotor
cut through a body dump.

All right, what are you doing?

We're dealing with a wet body,

so after 24 hours
of submersion,

the skin separates
from the dermis.

Try to roll a print

and you only get
a black smudge.

But the outer
layer of the skin

actually maintains its ridging.

All you need is an extra set of
hands and you're in business.

You're putting the guy's
hand like it's a glove.

Max, that's disgusting.

Yes, but very effective.

Sweet. We got a hit.

The victim's name
is Blake Spencer.

Okay, got a local address?

Sir, we're told
Blake Spencer lives here?

Sure, it's the apartment
above the bar. Why?

Blake Spencer was found
murdered this morning.

Murdered?

I don't get it.

He was such a good kid.
How well did you know Blake?

Blake was a lot more
than just a renter.

I considered him a friend.

You see that cutlass?

That's Royal Navy.

Blake got it off an 18th
century British schooner

that sank off
the Antilles.

He gave it to me as a thanks

for not going after him
for back rent.

So Blake was a diver?

Damn good one.
Best salvage diver

who ever walked though my door.
Salvage diving.

That's, uh,
that's dangerous work.

Lucrative, too.

Blake found wreck sites
all over the world.

Had collectors lining
up to buy from him.

So why's he living in
an apartment above a bar?

He moved back to Hawaii
after his mom got sick.

Had to put her in a
rest home near Waipahu.

You know, that didn't keep
him out of the water though.

From what I could tell he was
going after a new wreck.

He tell you what it was?

Nah.

But if Blake was interested
in it,

it had to be something big.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Thanks.

I'll be downstairs
if you need me.

Lovely place.

I'll get Lori
to track down the mother.

All right, what's
missing here?

Oh, besides a box spring,

a television, anywhere to sit,
I have no idea.

Blake traveled the world
diving shipwrecks,

looking for
hidden treasure.

Don't you think he would have
kept something?

He's got a sick mother
to support.

Maybe he had to
sell everything.

Or he was sinking everything
into his next treasure hunt.

Guy maxed out his credit card
on boat and equipment rentals.

12 grand alone last month.

You know, this is
generally not the kind

of reading material you find
under a mattress.

Looks like codes
and stuff.

I bet they're
navigational coordinates.

Blake probably encoded them

to protect his dive sites.

A lot of trouble to go through.

Must be something pretty valuable.

You hear that?

Huh?
Listen.

You know, the treasure
Blake was looking for--

looks like he already found it.

Yeah, and it might
have got him killed.

Excuse me,
Mrs. Spencer,

I'm Officer Lori Weston.

Is it okay if I come in
and talk to you?

Please, come in.

Can I get you
something to drink?

- Or eat?
- No, thank you.

I have a sandwich here.

My son likes one
when he comes home.

Your son?

- You mean Blake?
- Yes.

He should be home any minute.

He's always so
hungry after school.

Blake's still in school?

Sixth grade now.

His teachers say he's one

of the smartest
in his class.

Do you have children?

No, ma'am. I don't.

Well, you have plenty
of time for that.

Did you say

you wanted to talk
to me about something?

Is something wrong, dear?

It's amazing.

I mean, one day you are
the king of the ocean, right?

The next thing you know,

you' hanging from
the ceiling in a museum

and children are looking

at your private parts.

Yep, kind of puts
things in perspective.

Excuse me.

Five-O, right?
You called about the coins?

Yeah, I'm Steve McGarrett,

this is Detective Williams.
Danny, please.

Hi. Dr. Gabrielle Asano.

I'm the museum's curator

of historic and cultural affairs.
Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.
Nice to meet you.

Very nice to meet you.

Danny.

- Huh?
- The coins?

Oh, sorry.

Um...

Have...

you ever seen
anything like this?

What's the matter?

As a matter of fact... I have.

The Princesa Del Mar
was a Spanish trade galleon

lost at sea in 1682,

after it came under cannon fire
from English pirates.

These coins

are from that wreck.

Spanish galleon?
Is it possible

that something like that could
have sunk in local waters?

Absolutely.

The galleon's believed
to have diverted here

for repairs
after the pirate attack.

Salvage divers have been
looking for the wreck for years.

Right, so what you're saying is,
whoever recovered these coins

may actually have
found the Princesa?

Pirate ships

and cannonballs
and treasure.

I thought this stuff only
happened in movies.

I can assure you
the treasure is very real.

And very valuable.

Valuable? How, uh, how much
are we talking about?

On the collectible market,
the coins would fetch

maybe a couple thousand...

...each.

And the Princesa

was believed to be carrying
several tons of them.

That's a lot of money.

That's a lot of motive.

Gentlemen, would you mind if
I held on to these for a while?

On behalf of the museum,
I'd like to authenticate them.

I'm sorry, but these coins are actually
evidence in a murder investigation.

Yeah, but...

I'm thinking it won't hurt to
just give her one little coin.

Go ahead.
It's fine.

It's just one coin.

- Why are you losing your mind?
- I'm not losing my mind.

If you want to ask her out,
ask her out.

- I'm just saying.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who said anything
about asking her out?

Come on.
You left Dr. Asano a coin

so you have a reason
to go back and see her.

- It's fine.
- Uh, that's not true.

I left her a coin
because she might

be able to help
with our investigation.

Really? You know
what you should do?

You should ask her out
for coffee.

I don't want... I'm not...

I'm not looking
for a relationship.

Coffee's not a relationship.
It's a beverage.

That's not true.
Every single relationship

starts with a cup of coffee.

Then it's dinner
and a movie. Okay?

Next thing you know, you're
divorced, you're moving

to Hawaii so you can see your
daughter every other weekend.

You need to talk
to somebody professionally.

- Okay?
- I do. You.

And now the session's over.

No, the session's
not over, Danny.

You need to get back
on the horse, and a cup

of coffee's a good place to start.
What are we doing?

Need to make a stop.
Just wait here.

Hi, Cat.

- Thank you for meeting me.
- Yeah.

Got that for you.

Oh, look at that.

Thank you.

What do you need
this time?

What do you
make of this?

Our victim was a wreck diver,
and we think

that he may have been killed
at one of his dive sites.

Okay, well, if you're right
about these being coordinates,

then the cipher
should be easy to crack.

I'll run cryptography
and let you know what I find.

Mahalo.

See, this is usually
the part where, you know,

you ask me out
to dinner as a thank you.

Oh, no... absolutely.
Anywhere you want, okay?

But before you decide,

I, uh... I need to ask
you one more favor.

Sasabune, omakase menu.

Yeah.

Now, what's the favor?

Fine.

Um...

you remember Joe White?

Your old commander?
Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Uh, I heard
he's overseeing

SEAL Team training at Pearl now.
Yeah, he is.

Uh...

look, he submitted a piece
of intel for analysis, okay?

It's a video I'm trying
to pull sound from.

DOD has been sitting
on it for weeks now.

I just... I was hoping you
could check the status for me.

Look, if the request
came from Joe,

I'm sure it's
being handled.

Could you just check
for me, please?

Do you think someone at DOD
is giving you the runaround?

I don't know. I don't
know what's going on.

Yeah. Okay.

Good timing.

The Coast Guard
just recovered the rest

of Blake Spencer's body
at sea.

Max found traces of helium
in the lung tissue.

So we know Blake was killed
right after a mixed gas dive,

which means deep water.
Exactly.

And check this out.

He still had
his dive bag on him.

What is that?
There's something in there.

I had everything sent
to the crime lab for analysis.

I'm heading over there now.
Hopefully, whatever's

inside that bag
could lead us to our killer.

Good. Hey.

Did you get anything
from the mother?

Not exactly.

How'd she take it?

I didn't tell her.
What? What are you talking about?

- Why not?
- The woman's suffering from Alzheimer's.

She thinks Blake's
11 years old.

There's no way she'd
be able to process it.

Uh, how'd the
museum work out?

How'd it go, Danny?
How was the museum?

Enough, okay?

Turns out that our victim
uncovered a major shipwreck.

So we're thinking that somebody
got hip to what he was doing,

followed him out to the site
and killed him.

We need to find out who else
knew about that treasure.

An old wallet?

It's the only thing I
found in the dive bag.

And last I checked,
17th century pirates

didn't carry leather wallets
made in New York City.

Right. So it
belonged to Blake?

I don't think so.

But based on
the oxidation,

I'd say this thing
was submerged

for at least 50 years.

I may be able to date
it more accurately

once I'm done
processing these.

Wow, there was
money inside it.

The wallet prevented the bills
from deteriorating completely,

but the ink is mostly gone.

Either way, he didn't get
this off the Princesa.

All right, so he could
have been diving

another wreck
when he was killed.

I'll let you know when
I'm done processing.

Yeah, thanks, Charlie.

Hey.

Um, I need a favor.

This is my
activity log

for the HPD database.

The login that's
circled here

was made from an IP address
that I don't recognize.

Now, I managed
to back-trace it

through a couple of proxies,
but I can't get past a VPN.

Can you help?

Chin, if someone hacked
into your account,

you need to notify
the department.

I will-- if the threat's legit.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Thanks for the beer.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks for nothing.

Can I buy you a drink?

Seen you making the rounds.
You a cop?

Mm-hmm. Lori Weston, Five-O.

Jimmy Koller.

Nice to meet you,
Jimmy Koller.

Well, that's an
interesting ring.

What is that, white
gold or something?

Oxidized silver.

Got it off the HMS Pegasus.

Right. Thought you
might be a diver.

You... by any chance,
you know a Blake Spencer?

As well
as the next guy.

Blake mostly kept to himself,
but I heard he was a real pro.

Hmm.

You hear anything about him
diving the Princesa Del Mar?

No.

But I know a guy who's been
hunting the Princesa for years.

Sunk a lot of money
into finding her, too.

And who might that be?

I'm Jesse Billings,
president of Voyager Marine,

the world leader in deep water
shipwreck exploration.

Today, I'm going to offer you
a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

to invest in what just may be

the greatest treasure hunt
of all time.

For the past
two years,

Billings has been
pitching investors

on the hunt for the Princesa.

He's already sold
millions in shares.

Which means he had a lot to lose
if someone found

the wreck before he did.

At Voyager Marine,
This is Detective Williams.

our world-class team
of researchers,

technicians and divers

search the oceans for treasures

once thought lost forever.

Here's what I don't get--
with all the resources

that Jesse had,
how was Blake able

to beat him to
the Princesa?

That's how.

That's our dead diver.

Blake worked
for Jesse Billings.

So he didn't discover
the Princesa;

he stole the coins
from his boss.

Yeah, and you know what?
I bet Jesse was pretty upset

- when he found out about it.
- Thank you.

Um, only one problem
with that theory.

Just got off the phone

with Dr. Asano
from the Bishop Museum.

The coins we found
in Blake's apartment are fake.

- You think I killed Blake Spencer.
- He's a mind reader.

Yes, that's what we think.

Why would I kill
my best diver?

I'll tell you why--
because Blake found out

that the treasure hunt
you hired him for was a scam.

Why don't you take
a look at this photo?

Where did you get these?

We found those
in Blake's apartment.

Those coins are about
as real as your tan.

You know what? I bet you
haven't even dipped a toe

in the water in years.

But I have to commend you

on a somewhat elaborate scam.

It's pretty good-- you dump a
bunch of fake coins in the ocean

to convince your investors
that you have found

the Princesa Del Mar.

But you didn't find
the Princesa, did you?

And Blake realized
the coins were fakes,

and that's why he took them.

And you knew he was going
to open his mouth

about it,
so you had to kill him.

I've, uh...

I've salted a few shipwrecks--

I admit that--
but I had no idea

Blake knew it.

I swear.

- Got some news on those bills.
- Great.

What is it?

I traced that IP address
you gave me.

That login was made
from a home computer.

- Okay. Do we know the owner?
- Yeah.

It was Kono.

Kono was dismissed
from the force.

What's she doing
using your password

to access
HPD files?

You know what?

That was me.

I was at Kono's house
that day.

I used her computer to check up
on some case work.

- Thanks.
- Right.

So what do we know
about those bills?

Took some work,
but I was able

to piece together
one of them.

- What is that, a five?
- Good eye.

It's pretty faded, but
there's still some ink there.

And wait till
you see this.

The Hawaiian overprint note,
issued in 1942.

After Pearl Harbor,
the decision was made

to pull all the paper money
on the Islands and destroy it,

replacing it with this.
Why?

Because, had the Japanese
invaded Hawaii, they would have

been able to seize huge sums
of U.S. currency.

But this way, the
Federal Reserve

just declares the Hawaii-stamped
bills worthless. Problem solved.

Of course, the invasion
never happened.

When the war ended, the
overprint notes were recalled.

Okay. How did Blake get this?

Not from the Princesa.

He must have been diving
another wreck.

If that wallet
was underwater for 50 years,

he may have been salvaging a ship
that sunk during World War II.

Okay, hang on a second.
Catherine decrypted

the coordinates from
Blake's notebook.

Look where they fall.
It's a straight line from Oahu to Maui.

His wreck must
have sunk

along a ferry
or shipping route.

That's a lot of ground to cover.

And Blake could have been killed
at any one of these sites.

I may know
how to find which one.

According to Blake's

credit card company, he rented
one of your salvage boats.

Yeah. Most of
my business

is wreck divers.

Blake wasn't due back
until tomorrow.

Did he say where he planned on diving?
I didn't ask,

and he wouldn't
have told me if I had.

Blake didn't talk
to anybody about his work.

Okay, Mr. Julian, that boat
is now a crime scene,

so you think you can help us
find where it is?

All my rentals are equipped
with tracking systems.

Just a second.
I'll pull it up.

Okay, perfect.
Great.

Is there a problem?

The transponder on his boat
isn't working. Must be busted.

Or Blake disabled it
because he didn't want

anyone following him to his dive site.
Okay, listen to me.

Give me the tags
and a description of the boat.

Okay, if Blake's killers
haven't sunk the boat,

it's got to still be out there
somewhere, right?

6588, Sector Honolulu.

Request op and position.

Sector Honolulu, 6588,

operations normal, position
21 degrees, 45.3 minutes north,

157 degrees, 25.4 minutes west,

one plus one zero minutes
to bingo.

Continuing parallel search
for the overdue vessel.

So let me ask you a question.

If a woman leaves
the relationship status

on her profile page empty,
does that generally mean

that she is single
or that she is taken?

Is this about the hot
doctor from the museum?

I mean, you should
ask her out.

What, he... he talked
to you about this?

What, are we
in high school?

- No, we're not, but...
- Hey, guys.

Coast Guard just called.

They found Blake's boat
40 miles east of Oahu.

Pilot says it is not moving
with the currents.

Ooh!
Even I know what that means.

- Means the boat is anchored.
- That's right.

So the site Blake was diving
must be right below it.

Yeah, there's only one way
to find out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Those are deep waters.

You'd be crazy
to dive that by yourself.

Yeah, I would.
That's why I'm taking a partner.

Partner?

Steve, glad you called.

Chin, it's not
a good time.

I want to know why
you were using

my password to access
HPD records.

I wanted to see
my case file.

Why?

'Cause I want to know
what they have on me.

See if there's any chance of me
ever getting my badge back.

You could have just asked me.

You just got reinstated
a month ago.

Last thing I want to do
is cause you any trouble.

You shouldn't
even be here.

What the hell
is he doing here?

Lieutenant Kelly.

It's nice to see you
got your badge back.

Yeah, some of us,
we weren't so lucky.

You got ten seconds
to turn around

and go back to your car, Ray.

You want me to leave, Kono?

No.

Bye-bye.

Good ol' cousin Chin.

He's back with
Five-O, that right?

Yeah.

And, uh, you used his password
to get me those HPD files?

I can't decide whether that
was really resourceful...

or incredibly stupid.

Look, Frank,

you came to me for access,
I got you access.

Chin won't be a problem.

I'll make sure of it.

You better.

Your cousin starts
poking his nose

where it doesn't belong,

that's gonna be a problem
for all of us.

I might not handle it
as delicately as you.

We got blood.

Gunshot spatter and a pool here
where Blake must have dropped.

Why right here?

Could have set up
while Blake was diving,

and popped him right when
he got out of the water.

Got a slug here. Nine mil.

All right,
check out this trajectory.

Shooter had to be on the boat
for this to line up.

Which means he either forced
his way on or...

Or Blake trusted him enough
to have him on board.

So, uh, you hear

anything back from the DOD about
that surveillance video yet?

Still no word.

What?

I just can't shake this feeling

there's something you're not
telling me, Joe.

Well try harder
'cause when we break 150 feet

and the narcosis sets in,
you're gonna have

enough trouble keeping your head
straight without those thoughts

bouncing around in it.
Understand?

Yeah.
Okay. I splash first.

We're gonna follow
the anchor line down.

Stay close, stay focused.

- Now let's go see what Blake found.
- Yes. sir.

Max, you need a hand?

Oh, thank you,

but it is against
protocol

for anyone but the ME
to handle the remains.

No, no, I don't want to help.
There's actually a hand

right there if you want,
if you need a hand.

Ah, that was very humorous.

Hey, guys, so the car
is a late 1930's

Packard model ambulance,
military issue.

So, this guy
could have been a soldier?

I don't know. Max?

Well, I can't answer that.

But I can tell you that we have
a full skeleton here.

It's male,
roughly six feet tall.

As for the COD, well,
it wasn't anything nefarious.

Just a few broken bones.

Any chance we can get
an ID on him?

Teeth are intact, however,
if he is as old as the car

that we found him in,
then most likely

we don't have dental records
that go that far back.

So ID'ing him would
be a long shot.

We could always take him
to JPAC.

They got X-rays and records

going all the way back
to the '30s.

So if this guy served,
he's probably in the system.

Let's hope so.
Blake died salvaging this car.

We need to find out
why it was worth killing for.

Okay. Bag him up, kid.
You're going with.

Yes!

Did you know that JPAC

is the largest forensic
lab in the world,

and that it specializes
exclusively

in postmortem
identification?

Which, incidentally,

is my favorite type
of identification.

You need a paper bag
or something?

Huh? Oh, sorry.

It's just this place
is like my Graceland.

Okay.

But no souvenirs.

Gentlemen.

Hi, I'm Dr. Tallridge.

Scientific Director.
Joe White.

Max Bergman.

Max, welcome to JPAC.

Um, why don't we find
a lab table

and see what you got here.

All right,
I researched archives

for the Advertiser
and The Maui News.

Went all the way
back to 1938.

No articles
mentioning anything

about a car
lost at sea.

I found something with Naval
History and Heritage Command.

These guys, they keep records

of every incident report
ever filed.

This was dated

July 19, 1942.

A Navy transport vessel
was delivering supplies

to Maui when a big storm hit,

sending some of the cargo
overboard.

Including a 1939 Army ambulance.

You found it.

I did find it,
but it doesn't explain why

Blake was salvaging that car.
I don't get it.

Maybe there's something
valuable inside.

No, I mean, according
to this report,

the ambulance was transporting
a body for burial.

The deceased was a
Captain Robert S. Murphy.

You think those were
his remains inside?

I don't know. I mean, there were
bones in the front seat.

There was no casket
in the back.

Wait a minute.

I've seen this guy before.

I was just a little girl
when my father died.

We were living in Maui,
he was stationed at Pearl.

After the attack,

it took a few days until we
heard that he'd been killed.

Dad was supposed
to have been buried

in the family plot, but...

But he never made it home.

Not knowing where he was,
it always haunted my mother.

Haunted the rest of us, too.

Mrs. Spencer,
I'm... I'm so very sorry.

No family

should ever have to suffer
through something like that.

You've served,
haven't you?

Yes, ma'am, Navy.

I can tell.

You have that
look about you.

My son Blake wants to be
a sailor when he grows up.

I can't keep that boy
out of the water.

Mrs. Spencer...

...about Blake...

Mrs. Spencer,
thank you.

We'll, uh, we'll be
on our way.

But she still doesn't know
about Blake.

Better to tell her
when we have answers.

He was looking for
his grandfather.

That's why finding
that ambulance

was so important
to him.

He wanted to give
his mother some closure

by finally bringing home
the body.

Yeah, I understand why it
was important to Blake,

but why would somebody
kill him for it?

Joe, go ahead.
Steve, we got a match on those remains.

All right, did it come back
to a Captain Robert Murphy?

No.

Docs ID'd our man

as Private Miles Brodic.

He served with the 27th Infantry
out of Schofield.

Beyond that, I can't tell you
much about him because his file

has been classified
for nearly 70 years.

Well,

let's get it
declassified.

A few months into
his enlistment,

Private Miles Brodic faced
a court-martial

on multiple charges
of petty theft.

He was dishonorably
discharged in May of '41.

After his discharge,

Brodic took a job
at Kealani Cemetery.

He was there when the
bombs dropped on Pearl.

He was also there when
the government issued

the order to recall
all the paper money

on the islands
and replace it

with the Hawaiian
overprint note.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Lori, Kealani Cemetery

is where all the recalled money
was sent to be destroyed.

They burned
over a hundred million dollars

of it at the crematorium there.

Actually, not all the
money was destroyed.

According to
the military,

$2 million was siphoned off
by someone with inside access.

Brodic.

By the time the MPs got wind
of it, Brodic was long gone.

Anybody want to guess how he
snuck the loot off the island?

Robert Murphy's casket.

Brodic knew it was going
to Maui, so he stashed

- his money inside of it.
- Explains why somebody

would shoot Blake over it.

That money is still
valid currency.

So we find that casket,

we find our killer.

Anybody want
some shrimp mochi

for dessert?

That's, uh, shrimp-
flavored ice cream?

Mm-hmm.

Huh, that's, that's interesting.
I'm full.

Yeah, I'm good, too,
but thank you.

Shoots.

I'll just leave the bill.

I'll settle up with the big man.

Thanks, Joe.

You guys are gonna
want to see this.

You remember
Remo Julian?

Yeah.

Isn't that the charter operator
that Blake rented his boat from?

Mm. He's also
a very accomplished liar.

Crime lab just finished
processing the boat.

They found the transponder
intact and fully functional.

Okay, so Remo was playing
with us

when he said it
was malfunctioning.

Mm-hmm. It gets better.

I hacked into his system,

pulled the navigational
logs for his entire fleet.

Turns out there were two boats
at Blake's dive sites

the night that
he was killed.

Remo tracked Blake out there.

Remo Julian!

Five-O!

Clear.

Clear.

I checked the rest of the floor.

Remo's gone.

Steve!

Danny?

I think I found Captain Murphy,

our vic's grandfather.

Remo took the money and tossed
the bones aside like trash.

Looks like he left
in a hurry, too.

All right, so that's how
he dried the cash, right?

Guys, I got fresh blood
on this bill.

This could mean we have
another victim.

Take a look
at this coffin.

Looks like it could have
been in our sunken ambulance.

Doesn't look like Remo Julian

will be giving us any answers.

Looks like COD
was blunt-force trauma

to the head.

Victim also shows signs
of defensive wounds

on his arms and his neck.

Hmm. That's peculiar.

What'd you got?

Subdermal bruising.

Looks like the fatal blow
left an indentation

on the victim's skull.

Oh.

And it looks like our killer
wears a very unique ring.

Take a look at this.

That's the crest
of the HMS Pegasus.

How did you know that?

Because I met Remo's killer.

Jimmy Koller.

That's an interesting
ring. What is that?

Move in.

Okay, listen,
there's a tiny, tiny chance

that you're going to get out
before your 90th birthday.

But that window
of opportunity

is closing rapidly,
you understand?

Okay, window's closed. Thanks.

Wait.

Blake radioed Remo
from the wreck site.

Said he needed a winch
and a couple guys

to help dredge something up.

Right, 'cause
not often you find

a casket at the bottom
of the ocean.

Especially one
with $2 million in it.

All right, so how long before
you and Remo turned on Blake?

Hey, Remo and I were willing
to split the money

three ways, but Blake
gave us some line

that the bones belonged
to his grandfather.

He was just trying
to cut us out.

So you killed him.

Then you killed Remo

so you could take
the whole $2 million

to yourself, right?

No honor among thieves.

Blake wasn't lying.

He didn't care
about the money.

And that really was
his grandfather.

He just wanted
to bury the man,

put the past behind him.

Family plot's still in Maui.

VA's making arrangements to send
the remains there for burial.

All right. Did you
notify the family?

Not yet. I wanted Sylvia
to hear it from me.

You going to tell her
about Blake, too?

She needs to understand
her son didn't die for nothing.

Because of what he did,

her father can finally
be laid to rest.

Small consolation, I know.

It's times like these, all the
little things help, don't they?

Yeah.

Listen, Lori, I can make the
notification if you want.

Hey, thanks. No.

I need to do this on my own.

It's not the first time

I've had to tell a parent
they lost a child. I just...

hoped I'd never have
to do it again.

Who's that?

That is an old friend.

Excuse me a second.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, dinner's not
until 8:00, and you...

I think
you may be a little overdressed.

Hmm.

Actually, I'm going to need
to ask for a rain check.

Okay.

Orders came in today,

and I'm being sent T.A.D.
to NAVCENT.

My flight for the Gulf
leaves tonight.

- Tonight?
- Yeah.

Wow.

Yeah.

So...

Yeah.

Anyway, um,

before I left, I just wanted

to get back to you
about that thing

that you asked me about.

Yeah.
I checked with the DOD,

and they said that they haven't
received any intel requests

from Commander White.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

I should probably go pack.

Yeah, listen,
um, Catherine,

uh, about this
rain check, uh...

you're-you're probably
gonna get some leave

in the next few months.

Why don't we meet
somewhere halfway?

I don't know.
Mumbai or something?

I like Indian food.

I know, but if your mom
catches you

up this late,
she's gonna kill us both, okay?

Go to bed, all right?

And I'm gonna see you
really soon, and I can't wait,

'cause I'm gonna kiss you

all over
your little monkey face, okay?

All right.

Yeah, Danno loves you,
too, baby.

All right.

Okay.

Detective Williams.

What are you doing here?

Uh, well, it's a nice night,

and I was wondering
if you'd like

to get a cup of coffee with me.

I would like that.

Chin, I'm really not up
for a lecture right now.

Good, because I'm not here
to give you one.

I'm here to apologize.

Everything you're going
through right now

I've been through myself.

Getting kicked off the force,

dealing with disappointment,

the frustration,
the anger.

I remember what that felt like.

And I also remember that
the only person who stood by me

through all of it was you.

You're not alone in this, Kono.

When you want to talk,

I'll be here.

You never gave that video
to the DOD, did you, Joe?

No.

You know what?

I know he was your friend,
but he was my father.

Whatever it is you're trying
to protect me from,

I can handle it,
you understand me?

Did you ever think that maybe

you're not the only one
I'm trying to protect?

What are you
talking about?

Risk versus reward, Steve.

How much damage are you willing
to do to your family,

to your family's name?

'Cause whatever's on that video

is not going
to bring your father back.

I need to know.