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Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

We finally managed
to locate your niece's

aunt and uncle in Mexico.

They retained a lawyer

and are taking steps
to adopt Sara.

I'm gonna miss you,

Uncle Chin.

I'm gonna miss you, too.

She was kidnapped, Steve!

I got to get to Mexico.

Thank you

for coming.

This whole thing

is nothing but a revenge play.

Wait, wait, wait.
You guys had dealings

with the Diegos?
Yes.

We caught a case

a couple months back.

Juan Diego was killed
in a shootout.

Juan Diego's brother,

Carlos, is the head
of the cartel.

Okay, this is
blood for blood.

And I'm not gonna put this
on anyone else. This is on me.

Do you see Uncle Jorge's
car right behind me?

They're gonna take you
someplace safe.

Kono.

He's alive.

He's alive,
and we're gonna find him.

This is Mexico.

I know.

The cartels kill
whoever they want.

Some cop from Hawaii
means nothing down here.

I'm not gonna argue that, Kono;
you're right.

Now let me tell you something
about your cousin.

He's strong, he's resourceful,

and he's holding on.

He's holding on
because he knows

we're gonna come
and get him.

And we're gonna get him.

And we're gonna bring him back.

Huh?

Take the door.

Adam.

Adam.

I couldn't just sit by
and do nothing.

How did
you find us?

It wasn't easy.

You know, I'm pretty sure
you're violating your parole.

Yeah, well, all I'm worried
about right now is Chin.

What's the latest?

We grabbed somebody
from Diego's crew.

McGarrett's in there
trying to get a lead

on where Chin might be.

Hey.

You didn't have to come.

But I'm glad you did.

So what's up?

That's one tough son of a bitch.

Brother Adam.

I'm here to do
whatever you need.

Thank you, man.

We need all the
help we can get.

All right, so, according
to homeboy here,

Diego has a compound
in the jungle.

He thinks that's where
they'll take Chin, all right?

But it's 30 miles north of here,
so we got to go.

Oh, we ready to go. Danny's out
there loading the car right now.

Load up homeboy, too.

We need him for navigation.

Let's do this.

Doggy, doggy.

When were they last fed?

Six days, patrón.

You know, we didn't
always use the collar.

But the dogs would tear open
the carotid artery.

Next thing you know, it would
be over too quickly, huh?

You know, it's funny.

You're doing all this
for your brother's honor,

when the truth is he had none.

You didn't know my brother.

I know he tried to sell you out.

He was gonna give up Frontera,
knowing that the DEA

was gonna use him to bring down
your entire organization.

He betrayed you, Carlos.

Understand...

this is not
just about Juan.

Gabriel Waincroft
was a friend.

So I want you to say hello
to him for me.

I'll blow his brains out!

Chin, we got you.

Steve.

You all right?

Yeah.

Let's get you out
of here. Come on.

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 7x12 ♪
Ka 'aelike
(The Deal) 00:05:23,545
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@elder_man

Uncle Chin!

Hey.

Hey. You ready?
Hey.

Almost.

Hey, Steve.

When I said good-bye to Sara,

I promised her
I would see her again.

Thanks for helping me
keep that promise.

You're welcome.

Oh.

You dropped something,
by the way.

Come here.

Do you have to go?

I do.

But I'll see you again
real soon, okay?

May I have a word
with you, please?

Give me one second.

Actually, Jorge, I wanted
to talk to you, too.

I wanted to say
I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have blamed
you for what happened.

No, I'm the one
who should apologize.

And thank you...

for bringing Sara back.

Of course.

You know Maria and I,

we just want
what's best for her.

Which is why we've come to
a very difficult decision.

These...

are documents
of legal guardianship.

We're relinquishing
custody to you.

Yeah.

Juarez is not
a safe place for her.

She should return
to Hawaii with you.

All you have to do
is sign.

I don't know what to say.

Just promise me that...

that we can come and visit
from time to time.

Of course.

Of course.

Thank you, Jorge.

Oh.

Can we go home now,
Uncle Chin?

Yes. We can.

♪ I wish that I could be ♪

♪ In Hawaii ♪

♪ And kicking back
is where you'd find me ♪

♪ And somewhere
underneath a palm tree ♪

♪ On the island of Hawaii ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

Hey, man,

I don't pay you enough
to come in on a Saturday.

What are you doing here?

Hell, I could ask you
the same thing.

I'm just unpacking
from the Mexico trip.

What about you?

Well, I promised Duke
I'd help him get together

some, uh, SWAT seminar
for the cop convention next--

What the hell?

Hey.

What's up?

You're back.

Yeah.

How was your trip?

Good.

What's going on?

Okay, here's the deal.

Ever since I moved out
of Chin's place,

I've been sort of homeless.

So...

on occasion, I come and sleep
in your office.

But it's only when I can't find
a couch to crash on.

Jerry, you moved out of
Chin's place months ago.

Why didn't you say something?

Yeah, Jerry, you don't
have to sleep in an office.

No, it's cool.

I'm kind of digging
the whole nomad thing.

And it's pretty
comfy here.

Look, I would sleep
down in my bunker,

but there are no windows,

and I like to wake up
to the natural light,

so as not to mess with
my circadian rhythms.

You do realize it's almost
10:00 in the morning, right?

Jerry,

you got to get a place.

You need somewhere to live.

I've been trying, but it's hard

when you don't have
a credit history.

I'll vouch for you, okay?

It's-- What's this?
What is this?

Oh, let me see.

Those were here
when I showed up.

Figured they were left for you.

- Why is there four missing?
- Ha!

Oh, no.

“Oh, no,” what?

I did it again.

What'd you do?

I was sleep-eating.

Well, that explains
that dream.

Huh.

“Commander McGarrett,
please say yes.

Dr. G. Kimbo.”

Who's Dr. Kimbo?

Hey.

You, uh, you want to
tell us something, Max?

Well, it appears that
Dr. Kimbo was under

the mistaken impression
that you were in charge

of all the hiring decisions.

Quite unfortunate,
because he was actually

a really strong candidate.

Strong candidate?

You're not even
gonna offer us one?

You know,
some cops I know

consider that an
arrestable offense?

Max, why are you hiring
a new coroner?

Well, even with Noelani
on board,

the M.E.'s office
is still short-staffed.

Case in point,
I had to come in on Saturday

to do an autopsy on a body.

All right, well,
who is he?

Mitch Lawson.
Uh, he's 39 years old.

HPD found his abandoned car
along Halawa Drive.

When they inspected his vehicle,

they found the fuel gauge
at empty.

Then they noticed blood
on the trunk's lid.

Mr. Lawson's body was discovered
inside the trunk.

Uh-huh.
We got a C.O.D.?

C.O.D. was blunt force
trauma to the head,

resulting in several

depressed skull fractures.

Time of death was
between 8:00 and 9:00 p.m.,

which is actually
interesting because

when HPD did their
preliminary investigations,

according to their notes,
the victim's key card

was swiped in the place of work
at 9:37 p.m.

Okay. So somebody
kills him at work,

and then uses the card to get
the body out of the building.

And then they
dump the body

into the victim's trunk,
and they drive off.

And then, shortly thereafter,
they run out of gas.

Hmm. Well, it definitely sounds
like none of this was planned.

You know, it's just more
of a, uh, improvised,

learn-as-you-go kind of thing.

Max, where's this guy work?

I'm thinking that's
our primary crime scene.

He was a car salesman at
Pacific Motor Sales in Honolulu.

Okay, let's call Duke,
have him take CSU

down there to process,
then we'll have to

question everybody there;
I'm thinking our killer

probably worked
with our Vic here.

Yeah, you might want to pump
your brakes there, chief.

You're talking about
car salesmen here.

So what?

They are masters
of psychological warfare.

Coupled with the fact
that they're all born liars.

You never bought a car before?

They'll lie to you
just to make conversation.

You can question them till
you're blue in the face,

they're never gonna
give you a straight answer.

You seem to have
quite an insight

into the profession, Captain.

You damn right I do,
and I'll tell you why.

I spent every summer
of my teenage years

washing Chevys at my uncle's
dealership back in Chicago.

To this day, my Uncle Kenny's
the crookedest bird I ever met.

You go ahead and march HPD

and them crime lab people
in there if you want to.

All you're gonna do is end up
raising the perp's antenna.

Okay, so, uh,
what do you have in mind?

Well, if there's one thing

my Uncle Kenny's
crooked ass taught me,

it's that you never cede
an advantage.

And right now, we're sitting on
a pretty significant one.

Are we? What's that?

Element of surprise.

Do you believe this?
Mitch's body's still warm,

and they're already bringing in
someone to replace him.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please give a warm welcome

to the newest member

of the Pacific Auto team,
Mr. Roy Watts.

Yeah!

Morning, ladies
and gentlemen.

All right,

who's ready
to move some metal, huh?

Huh? Come on!

Well, that was a
short-lived vacation.

Yeah, right?
Danny had it right.

He got out of town with Melissa
before the call came in.

Huh. Hey, how's Sara?

Still adjusting.

Actually, she didn't want me
to go to work this morning,

but Abby offered to
take her to the beach,

and that cheered her up.

Oh. Kids are
so resilient.

And with time, she'll put what
happened behind her and move on.

I hope.

Hey. Thanks for coming in.
Let's get to work.

And if you're not on the floor,

I expect you to be
on the phones,

working those lead sheets.

So get out there
and close, close, close.

Because it's what Mitch
would have wanted.

And if that's not
incentive enough,

remember that
the end-of-the-year bonus

is still up for grabs.

This looks like
a two-horse race to me.

Yeah, with only
one horse left running.

Only person with a shot
at beating Mitch's numbers,

Paul Burnett.

Mitch and Paul are
the heavy hitters here.

Hmm.

Schlubs like me,
best we can hope for

is making our numbers so
we don't get fired this month.

Wasn't always that way, though.

I was Salesman of the Year,
'07 to '09.

Hey, listen, how much
is that bonus, anyway?

50K.

Let's get out there

and put your best foot
forward...

Lou.

According to
some of the guys here,

Paul Burnett and our Vic

were constantly butting heads.

Two alpha males
in the same office

vying for the same sales,
you know.

Anyway, they would always
undercut each other's deals.

They even ran around
bad-mouthing each other

all over town.

Okay, and now with Mitch
out of the picture,

Paul's a shoo-in
for that bonus, right?

That's right, all $50,000 of it.

And, boy, does he need it.

Paul Burnett made some
pretty poor business decisions.

He invested everything he had

into a nightclub
that's hemorrhaging cash,

and now he's about to go broke.

All right, so he had motive
and he had opportunity.

Plus, we also know
he was there late last night.

Oh, it gets better than that.

I spoke to the receptionist,
who said

Burnett was the first one
in the office today,

and outside of a sales meeting,

he's been in his office,
holed up

with the blinds drawn
and the door locked.

Well, it sounds like that
could be our crime scene.

Hey, Lou, any chance
you can get into that office,

take a look around?

Yeah. Yeah, I think
I got an idea about that.

What is it? I'm busy.

Pardon the interruption,
but I got a customer here.

He's interested
in a test drive.

Really? It looks like the only
thing he's interested in

is the free Danish tray.

You know, it's funny
you should mention food.

He does have a passion for it.

The man is looking to expand

his shrimp truck business,
and he told me

he's gonna be needing about
four or five new trucks.

And you're just, uh,

handing me this
amazing opportunity

out of the goodness
of your heart?

Oh, hell no.

I'm doing it
because when it comes

to fleet sales
around this place,

I hear that you are the man.

That and the fact
that you're gonna give me

50% of the commission.
Ha.

Finder's
fee is more like 20%.

Then I'll take 40.

I like you.
I like you.

Which is why I am
willing to kick you 30.

My man.

35 it is.

Well played.
Thank you.

Jackass.

Hello, sir. How you doing?

Paul Burnett.

I'm in charge of
all the fleet sales

here at Pacific Motor Sales.

I hear you want to test drive
one of our fantastic trucks.

Yeah, what's up, Lou?

What's up is
I just found a smoking gun.

Interesting choice of words,
considering our victim

had his head bashed in,
but go on.

It's a figure of speech.
Just listen.

I've got Mitch Lawson's
lead sheets here, okay?

I found them in the top drawer
of Paul Burnett's desk.

He stole them.

And apparently he's been
spending all morning

trying to poach Mitch's
potential customers.

You're telling me this guy Paul,
he kills Mitch,

then he steals and uses
Mitch's lead sheets

to get ahead
so he can get the bonus?

Okay, I got to meet him.
We're bringing him in.

This thing got
seat warmers?

We don't order any
with that feature.

It's hardly necessary
in a warm climate like Hawaii.

Until you're on
a long haul

and your butt
falls asleep.

You got to keep that
posterior stimulated.

It's really not safe
to text while driving.

Good point, brah.

Grab the wheel.

Thanks.

Just take the next left
up here.

Left?

Sorry, bruddah,
change of plans.

How's it going?

He's not gonna be
taking the truck.

Let's go.

Paul, we know your nightclub

is tanking.

We know that you got
creditors coming after you.

We know that
that $50,000 bonus

would have gone a long way
to saving your ass.

So you think I killed Mitch
for that bonus money.

Well, you're a sharp guy.
Yeah, that's...

that's a great theory and all,
but here's the thing...

...I didn't do it.

So...

sorry you had
to waste your time.

But since you have me here,

what kind of car
are you driving?

Because we have some incredible
lease programs right now.

Okay, the only thing I want
to hear out of you right now

is your alibi for last night,
assuming you have one.

You got one of those?

I do.

Uh, after work,
I went for sushi.

Nobu, of course.

And since you seem
to have such a problem

believing anything
a car salesman would say,

try asking the valet.

Or, uh, Tina, the hostess.

Or the four friends

I had dinner with.

Or...

try asking the blonde
I took back to her hotel.

I think her name was Jennifer,
but I might be wrong on that.

I don't know.

Now, if there is
nothing else, uh...

I've got some metal to shift.

I left five deals up in the air.

Sit your ass down.

Unless you have
something useful to add,

we're gonna run
your alibi, okay?

It's gonna take a little
while, so get comfortable.

In the meantime, we'll tell your
boss that you're tied up here.

I'm sure your coworkers
will be happy to take some of

those deals off your hands.

No, wait, wait, wait!

Just wait.

Uh...

I guess there was
the phone call.

Phone call.

Yeah. Um...

Last night, when I was
leaving the dealership, uh...

I passed by Mitch's office and
I-I overhead him on the phone.

I didn't get the details,

but the conversation
sounded pretty heated.

I mean, Mitch was pissed.

And you get to
work the next day,

you found out Mitch
has been killed,

but you don't... you
don't think to tell

the cops about
that phone call?

Well, I was busy.

You know...

stealing those leads.

Hey, come on. Mitch would've
done the same thing.

Well, it looks like

Paul's alibi checks out.

Multiple witnesses account for

his movements last night.
Oh, well. Back to square one.

Hey, I pulled the phone
records from the dealership.

It turns out the phone call
that Paul overheard last night

was between Mitch and
the dealership stock manager.

Mitch called him
to find out if the car

that he'd taken a deposit on
was ready for delivery.

The stock manager told him

that another salesman
had sold it to somebody else,

and when Mitch found out,
he went through the roof.

Well, hell, I ain't surprised.

You violating rule number one,
boosting somebody's sale.

That's something you just
don't do in this trade.

Okay, so maybe Mitch confronts
this other salesman,

things get heated,
Mitch winds up dead.

We know who stole the sale?

Hey, Bob-o. You got a sec?

I-I sure do.

Yeah, I just got
a quick question for you.

By any chance, did you, uh,

happen to kill Mitch last night?

Wha... What?

Wh-Why on earth are you...

I mean, why are you asking me?

Well, Bob, for one thing,
that key chain of yours.

You don't really strike
me as the sparkly

stiletto heel type, you know?

I don't know what that has to do
with anything,

but if you must know,
those keys belong to my wife.

Oh.

Oh, well, that makes
perfect sense.

Yeah. Why you got them?

She needed new tires,

so I brought her car
to work today.

New tires. Yeah, you got to get
that taken care of.

Good thinking. Good thinking.

So, I guess you just took
a cab home last night?

I mean, the only reason I'm
asking is 'cause I just, uh...

happen to notice that your car
is in the parking lot as well.

She dropped her own car off.

Oh.

Well, all right.

Never mind.

You know, you're real quick
on your feet, Bob.

I could learn a lot from you.

Didn't you tell
me you were

Salesman of the
Year, '07 to '09?

Yeah, I was.

Don't be so modest, Bob.
Look at this!

Two trophies here,
Salesman of the Year,

2007 and 2009.

What happened to 2008?

L-Look, I-I wish we could
keep talking here,

but I-I really... I need to get
back to these lease agreements.

Oh. My bad.
Yeah, of course. Yeah.

Hey. Always be closing, right?

I almost tripped
over this thing.

Oh, that's kind of
a weird placement

for a plant, Bob,
don't you think?

Hey, brother,
if you're trying

to get your luck to change,
you better get some feng shui

going on up in here;
I'm not feeling it right now.

Tell you what,
let me help you out.

Why don't we move this over...

Uh, just leave it! Leave it!
No, it's no trouble at all.

Don't worry about it.
It's just... Ooh, ooh. Oh.

Ooh, Bob.

That looks like blood, Bob.

Whoops.

Huh? What's the matter?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

You got to believe me.

I didn't mean for
this to happen.

So, you just bashed Mitch's
head in about five, six times

with one of these trophies
by accident?

I had a buyer who was ready
to sign on a car.

But he was very particular.

He would only take silver
with certain options.

And it just so happens
that that exact same model

came in in inventory.

Except, Mitch already
had a deposit on it.

But I know you, Bob.
Always be closing.

You didn't let that stop you,
did you?

I...

Watch out for the blood.

I-I was desperate.

Look, i-if I don't
make my quota,

I'm out of a job.

I-I figured Mitch would be
pissed when he found out,

but I was wrong.

He went absolutely crazy.

Really? Well, what happened?
Sit down, tell me about it.

He stormed in here, and he...

he said I had to get
the buyer on the phone

and-and unwind the deal.

Said he didn't care
what I...

what I said, but he had
to have the car back right away.

Which, as you know,
it's impossible to do.

I-I didn't want him
to go to the boss.

So, uh... I even offered
to give him his commission back.

And that's when
he-he attacked me.

Oh, so it was
self-defense, then?

I didn't mean to kill him.

I just wanted him to stop.

Then, when you realize
he's dead,

now you got a real problem.

I guess you had to improvise
then, huh? What'd you do?

Just wait till everybody left,

then put Mitch in the trunk of
his own car and drove around,

looking for a spot
to dump the body?

Only, you couldn't do that
before you ran out of gas.

So you just left the car there,

and then took a cab
or something home, right?

Next day, you just wake up,
and you get in your wife's car

and just drive
to work, right?

That about the gist of it, Bob?

Look, there's got to be
a way we can figure out

how to keep all this
in this office.

All right, well...

I'm listening.

What if I give you
all my commission next month?

Uh, quarter.

I mean year.

You can have it all.

What do you say, Roy?

Come on.

Let's make a deal.

Hold on, Bob.

You still think
I'm a car salesman?

Bob.

Time to pack it up there, Roy.

Yeah.

What's up?

Chin, something about this
doesn't add up.

Doesn't it seem odd to you that
Mitch would be this desperate

to get one car back?

Well, these guys are sharks.
You said so yourself.

Yeah, I know, I know.

But even considering
the dog eat dog of it all...

...do you think it makes sense
for a guy to come in

and attack his coworker--
physically attack him--

over a $500 commission?

May have a point there.

Well, I did some digging.

Look at that.

Those are Mitch's sales reports
for the last two years.

And every other month
for the last two years,

he's sold the same exact car
to the same exact person.

Who the hell buys
that many of the same car?

A gentleman by the name
of Lee Sung.

Here's what we know
about Lee Sung.

He came from Seoul
six years ago.

He runs a local body shop.

According to HPD's
Narcotics Division,

he's a known affiliate
of the KFS syndicate.

It's a Korean street gang

that controls most of
the heroin trade on the island.

Okay, but most guys in the
drug trade go for flashy cars.

They don't normally order
economy cars in bulk.

Yeah, there's more.

HPD searched
Mitch Lawson's house.

They found a secret safe

with close to a million dollars
cash inside.

Oh.

Well, that ain't car money.
That's drug money.

All right.

So, Mitch must've gotten
involved in Sung's

heroin business,
and those car sales

were a way of laundering money.

Wait a minute, there's
another possibility.

Lou, where are those cars
manufactured?

Well, the parts were mostly made
in Japan and-and Canada.

But the final product
is assembled in India.

Okay, India is one of Asia's
major trade centers for heroin.

So, you're saying
these cars were used

to smuggle dope
into Hawaii?

Well, it explains
why Mitch was so desperate

to get that vehicle back.

It also means whoever
Bob Mason sold the car to

is driving around
a payload of drugs.

Well, assuming that Sung hasn't
tracked them down already.

All right, Kono, get an APB
out on that vehicle,

and notify SWAT, have
them meet all of us

down at Sung's body shop.

All right, guys?

Five-O! Let's see your hands!

Hey!

Well, Sung's not here.

HPD's trying to track him down.

Well, I ran every VIN number
on this sheet.

The car that was sold out
from under Mitch is not here.

That means the buyer
could still be in danger.

Well, hopefully not for long,
because HPD just spotted

the car, and they're
pulling him over now.

Sorry, Officer.
It's a new car.

Um, was I speeding?

Sir, I'm not pulling you over
for a violation.

We have a very serious situation
here. For your own safety,

I need you to exit the vehicle
and come with...

Get out of my car.

So, no witnesses.

Squad car had a dash cam in
it, but the perp shot it out.

I'm gonna get it over
to the lab anyway,

see if they can pull
something off the hard drive.

Looks like they got
what they came for.

All right.
Here's what I don't get.

Okay, most smuggling operations,
they expect to write off

a certain percentage
of their shipments.

It's the cost
of doing business.

Everybody knows that.

So even if this car was loaded
with product, to kill a cop

and a civilian in broad daylight
doesn't make any sense to me.

Yeah, you're right.
They wouldn't.

Wouldn't be worth the risk.

So why would they do it?

Mr. Sung in the flesh.

I'd say it's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

But it's not.

You and Mitch--
slick operation, huh?

I mean,
judging by the mountain

of cash we found
at Mitch's house,

I'd say business has been good.

No witty retort to that one?

Okay, then maybe you can help me
understand something else.

You're under the radar,
you're making a bunch of money,

things are good.

And then this double homicide
in broad daylight,

killing a cop no less.

Explain that to me,

'cause that's a
pretty ballsy move.

You had to know that
would get my attention.

I'm sure you hear this
all the time,

but I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Nice try, nice try.

But we found the car
and the bodies

you left with it.

And if you add
your drug charges

onto that,

you're looking at the end
of your days as a free man.

Okay, look, all right,

I've been smuggling drugs
onto the island,

but like you said, my game
is all about avoiding cops,

not capping them in the streets.

Truth is, Mitch was no longer
handling transpo for us.

Really?

He called a couple weeks back

to say that
he had a better offer

and was calling time
on our arrangement.

You just accepted that?

Yeah, I had to.
Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I was in the process of-of

sourcing a new smuggling route
onto Oahu.

Was I annoyed with Mitch?

Sure. That haole screwed me.

But I'm not suicidal enough
to kill a cop over it.

All right?

You sit tight.

Really?

So lab tore that car apart.

There wasn't any evidence
of heroin,

or any other drug
for that matter.

So there's no drugs in the car;
what's in that car?

We just don't know yet.

I just got this
off the dash cam.

It's pretty damaged, but the
techs were able to salvage it.

That's our shooter.

Can you enhance that?

Yeah, I recognize him.
He was here yesterday.

He came in to pick up a car
he bought from Mitch.

Thing is, it had
already been sold.

Right, by Bob Mason, yeah?

Okay, how'd this guy react

once he realized
the car wasn't here anymore?

Not well. He was upset.

Ken, the manager, stepped in.

Took him into his office
and offered him

a discount on another vehicle.

Let me guess--
he didn't want another vehicle.

He actually agreed
to take a test drive.

But when Ken came back

from photocopying the guy's
driver's license, he was gone.

Excuse us for a sec.

That's the same move I use.

You agree to take a test drive
to get the manager

out of his office,
you go into his office,

get on his computer
and find out

the name and address
of the buyer.

Right, once he's got
this kid's address,

he goes and
follows this kid,

waits for the chance
to jack the car.

But then, the coppers show up.

Now you're forced to improvise.

Excuse me, you were saying,
uh, the guy left

before your manager
came on back to his office.

That must mean you still have
his driver's license.

Yes.

Thank you very much.

“Tad Smith.”

Why do I get the feeling
that's not his real name?

You guys were right.

- The driver's license was a fake.
- So the good news

is that we ran the photo and
we got a hit with facial rec.

The bad news is
that's where the good news ends.

Suspect's name is Jared Namal.

He's been on a FBI
and Interpol watch list

for the past six months.

For what?

Namal's believed
to have ties

to several active terror cells.

Wait a minute, I thought
this is was a narco case.

What's a terrorist
doing involved?

Two to one says
that's more bad news.

Max.

Yeah, Max.

Wait, hey...

Max, slow down.

I can't understand you. Hold on.

Go ahead.

I said, the dead car buyer

had traces of gamma radiation
in his system.

The only way
that would be possible

is if he was exposed
to some sort of volatile

radioactive materials.

Possibly uranium.

I have to finish
putting the lab on lockdown.

When I have more information,
I will give you a call.

That car was being used

to transport
radioactive material.

Namal could be looking
to build a dirty bomb.

DHS is allocating

all available resources.

The director's being
briefed as we speak.

All right.

Namal is gonna be looking
to maximize casualties.

So we need to focus on public,
highly-populated areas.

I got something.

I ran Namal's financials.

He subleased a unit

in an apartment
complex two weeks ago.

And satellite surveillance

shows his car's parked there
right now.

Let's go.

Jared Namal, Five-O!

Fall back, fall back!

He's in here.

Secure the perimeter. Gun!

Oh, my God.

What's that all over his face?

It's radiation poisoning.

McGarrett!

McGarrett, get in here!
I think we got it.

Radiation levels
are off the charts.

All right, everybody, fall back.

We need to evacuate
this building,

get DHS in here right away.

Let's go.

Hey.
Hey, Chin.

Kono's inside.

Actually...

I came to talk to you.

Uh-oh.
Sounds serious.

We, uh, gonna talk
about our feelings, huh?

Should I get you
a beer first?

Yeah, Kumbaya.

Actually, uh...

I did want to say thank you.

What you did for me yesterday,

coming all the way
down to Mexico,

that was above and beyond.

And I think it was a violation
of your parole as well.

Yeah, well, you don't
have to say anything.

Actually, you know what, I do.

Listen, man...

when you and Kono first got
together, I was hard on you.

I'll always do what I can
to protect my family, you know.

But time and again
I've watched you put her first.

And when you came down to Mexico

and put yourself
on the line for me...

...it meant a lot.

You know, I meant, uh...

you don't have to say anything
to my parole officer, right?

Right?

All right, all right, all right.

Your secret's safe with me.

Thank you.

I will take one of those beers.

All right.

Coming right up.

Thanks.

Yes, sir, DHS is currently
analyzing the weapon.

And hopefully we can trace
where the nuclear material

was sourced from.

But the minute I get
some new information,

you'll be the first to know.

Thank you very much.

Yes, sir.

Bad time?
No, it's all good.

Just, uh...

just getting done here.

The guest suite is all yours.

Actually, that's not
why I'm here.

I was doing some
apartment hunting.

I found a great listing.

It's clean, roomy,

close to work.

What's the problem?

Look familiar?

Oh, Commander, what
a pleasant surprise.

Hey.

Please come in.
Hey, thank you.

Thanks, Max.

What brings you around
in the neighborhood?

Oh, I'm, uh...

...here about the rental.

Yes, uh...

well, I was just
gauging the temperature

of the local leasing market.

Sabrina and I are
thinking about upgrading

to a bigger space.

You know, Max,
I hear your dollar

goes a long way in Africa.

Come on, Max, I mean,
it wasn't-wasn't too hard

to piece together.

And it wasn't just
you hiring a new M.E.

or-or listing your apartment;
the minute you got back,

I had a feeling we'd be
having this conversation,

because you changed
when you went away, Max.

It was clear that that
experience really affected you.

Hawaii's the only home
I've ever known.

Leaving it
is a monumental decision.

I just thought...

in some ways you'd be...
disappointed with me.

Max...

you're a man who is driven by
the desire to help other people.

That's the most important thing
in the world.

I'm proud of you.
I'm so proud of you.

And also you should know that,
from personal experience,

it doesn't matter how far
you travel or where you go,

you can always
come back home, okay?

And if you ever do
decide to do that,

you got a job and got your
Five-O ohana waiting for you.

Mahalo.

Yeah, man.

Oh, I believe
that's you.

Excuse me for a second.

Yeah, Lou, what's good?

Listen, we got a real problem.

DHS X-rayed that suitcase.

They found it to be empty.

What are you talking about?

How is that possible?

Well, apparently, the levels
we detected at the apartment

were from residual radiation.

What if we were too late
and Namal has already

passed that uranium off
to somebody else?

That's right.

And whoever
that someone else is,

they now have enough of
that stuff in their possession

to kill half the population
on this island.

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