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Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

Can I give you a lift?

Who are you? What do you want?

Jessie, you're gonna want to hear
what I have to say.

Undercover?

I need to keep a close eye
on a local Yakuza boss.

Guy by the name
of Hideki Tashiro.

If I do this thing,
am I gonna end up dead?

I'll protect you.
You have my word.

All right, Noshimuri.

You got yourself a C.I.

My father was
a very cautious man.

That's why he had
large sums of money

buried all over the island.

A large portion
of that money

once belonged to you.

And I know where that's buried.

- Michelle, we're done here.
- No, no, wait, wait.

I know something about you,
Adam Noshimuri.

Something that could change
your life forever.

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 8x16 ♪
O Na Hoku O Ka Lani Wale No Kai 'Ike I Kahi O Pae
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@elder_man

I know this
can seem overwhelming,

but please don't feel like
you're being auditioned here.

As head of admissions,
it's my job

to uphold the exacting standards

we've established here
at Lawrence Academy

and to maintain a student body

that reflects
our diverse community.

But listen, this process
is just as much about

you deciding if we're the
right fit for your son, Noah.

Well, we love this school.

Isn't that right, Paul?

Yeah, we certainly do.
We love it.

Ms. Meech, we just
want to give Noah

the best possible
start to life, and...

you know, everybody
that we talk to

says that this is the place.

They do.
Yeah.

Why don't you tell me
a little bit about Noah.

He's the single greatest thing
that's ever happened to us.

He is, um, so loving

and-and kind and compassionate.
And, Ms. Meech, this...

this kid is absolutely
killing it at preschool.

Like, the teachers just

- won't stop raving about him.
- That's true.

He recently informed us
that, uh,

he wanted to be a doctor
when he grows up, so...

Or a ballplayer
'cause, you know,

he's super athletic.
He is athletic.

He's athletic.
He's smart. He's artistic.

He could be an architect
or something like that.

Wow. Well, he sounds wonderful.

I can't wait to meet him.

Well, speaking of meeting, um...

Ms. Meech, I'm sorry,
but we were under the impression

that Headmaster Waller would be

part of this
interview as well.

I'm so sorry. I guess
you haven't heard.

Headmaster Waller went
missing three days ago.

Vanished.

No one knows where he went.

Oh, my gosh,
that's... terrible.

It's a missing persons case.

Why do you need us
to go undercover?

Because HPD already

questioned everybody
at that place,

okay, and nobody said anything.

The point is this. They...
these people, they don't talk

to anybody unless you're part
of their little stupid clique.

They gossip. They talk
behind each other's backs.

- You understand?
- Here's the thing.

We're going to insert you two.

You're gonna pose
as prospective parents.

You're gonna go to a couple of
events, see what you can learn.

See, all due respect, Commander,
I'm just worried

that no one's gonna believe
that we're someone's parents.

Maybe they'll believe it
for you, but I'm

far too young
to be anyone's mother.

Hey, is it just me,
or are you picking up

on the chemistry going on?
I mean, it's like they're married.

- Okay.
- It's crazy.

When Headmaster Waller
didn't make it home,

his wife called the police.

They came and searched
the school,

conducted interviews
with our entire staff.

Of course, as an
ambassador of this school,

I can assure you that no one
in our community

could've had anything to do
with his disappearance.

Someone's gotta have a theory
as to what happened to him.

If I'm being candid, um,
Headmaster Waller has

a strong personality,
and, uh, that personality

did sometimes
rub people the wrong way.

But listen, I don't want
to make this sad situation

the focus of our meeting,
so let's get back to Noah.

You must have pictures.

Of Noah?

Do we ever.

♪ Yeah, she's the boss
and I'm an old... ♪

Come on. Closer.

Come on. You're in love.

No, we're not.
We're married.

♪ But when she looks
behind these eyes, girl ♪

♪ I can see the psyche... ♪

And voila.

One beautiful nuclear family.

Wow. What a lovely family.

Noah looks like
such a happy young boy.

Oh, yeah.

I can see him fitting in
quite well here.

Well, we love the way
that sounds.

Is there anything that we can do
to increase our chances?

Well, as a matter of fact, yes.

- What? How much?
- $600.

- $600?
- And-and that's just for the fund-raiser.

There's also
a charity event today

to raise money
for the school.

And rumor has it, if you don't
bid on something pricey,

- your kid's not getting in.
- Tell you what.

If you ever in the future are
planning to have any children,

you better start saving
your money right now,

because it never ends.

Renee and I just went
to visit Samantha at college.

She's already blown through
her monthly allowance.

Yeah, well, good beer
ain't cheap.

Wait, what?
Huh?

What? Did I say beer?

Because I meant books
and school supplies.

She meant books.
I did.

Mm-hmm.

Well, anyway,

I realize I'm a little
late to the party,

but how do we know that this
disappearance of our Vic

has any connection to
him being a headmaster?

Couldn't he have
been carjacked?

Hell, the guy could've been
murdered at random

or for any number of reasons

that have nothing
to do with that school.

You're absolutely right, okay?

Except when you take
into consideration the fact

that his briefcase,
his laptop and his cell phone

were all still in his office.

That in itself is weird,
but then consider

that two days later the janitor
of the school

finds a nine-millimeter
shell casing

in a vacuum cleaner bag.

All right, well, fair enough.

So you're thinking
that the murder took place

- somewhere on school property?
- Correct.

We're thinking
the killer got the body

out of there in the trunk
of Waller's car,

while forgetting the
personal effects in his office.

CSU searched the school.
They didn't turn up anything.

And right now they're
looking into his computer

to see if they can recover
anything that's relevant.

There's also an APB out
on his Audi.

Meanwhile, I pulled
his financials.

There's no big withdrawals that
would suggest that he ran off.

But I'm still not hearing a why.

'Cause we don't have
a motive yet, all right?

But that school
is our primary crime scene.

Yeah. I mean, he was
a polarizing figure.

Right, people either loved him
or hated him.

Well, it looks like there
were a lot of people

who were firmly
in the “hate” camp.

I just got off the phone
with the board of trustees,

and over the past five years,

they've received over a hundred
complaints about Waller.

They're sending over
the letters

and e-mails as we speak.

We'll start going
through them A.S.A.P.

No, no, no.
Hold that thought.

I got a better idea--
I'll ask Duke if he can

commit some HPD
resources to that.

'Cause I need you two
at that fund-raiser.

That's where we need to be
if we're gonna narrow down

that suspect pool
and gather more Intel.

All right, I'll call
the governor, requisition

some funds for this auction.

Oh, would you
also ask

if they would spring for a new
cocktail dress for me?

Because I have nothing
in my closet

that would suggest “soccer mom”.

Hell no.

We'll try not to bid on
anything expensive, sir.

No, no, you can bid.
Go ahead and bid.

Just don't, uh... don't win.

Vito.

Vito, Vito,
Vito, please.

This is not right.

These numbers
cannot be right.

This is a... we're
trying to make

a small Italian restaurant,
not-not the Taj Mahal.

Hey, you swipe
to the left

if you like the broad?
Look at that one.

I-I don't know.

I'm the wrong person to ask.

Please put the phone away.

Can we focus?
Can we focus?

These contractor
bids are-are nuts.

I... it's just...
it's not even close

to within our budget.

Come on. It's gonna be okay.

You know, people come in here,

they see this space,
they think

it's gonna take ages
to build.

Me, I can make this place into
a restaurant three, four weeks.

The problem you have
is all the paperwork, you know?

You got your zoning,
you got your work permits,

you got... you got
your liquor license, you know?

But as long as
that's all lined up,

you're good to go.

Okay, the liquor license,
we should be good.

Steve put the thing
in like a month ago,

so that's... that
shouldn't be a problem.

A month ago?
Yeah, a month ago.

I hate to tell you,
but it's gonna take a year

for that license
to get approved.

I mean, why is that not
the first thing that you did?

You mean, like, 12 months?

Yeah, yeah, like a year.

You know?

But let me see what I can do
to, um, expedite the process.

Come here, come here.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Uncle Vito's here.
All right? All right, kid?

Huh?

I don't want you
to touch my hair.

I don't touch your hair.
I'm your uncle.

I love you. Used to sit on
my lap when you were a kid.

Get out of here.
You pissed me off.

Adam Noshimuri.

Time we had a talk.

Who are you?

What am I doing here?

Who I am is not important.

What you're doing
in Hawaii,

what you've been up to
ever since you got back--

that's the important thing.

You're here for the money.

I'm sorry. What money?

$20 million that used to
belong to your father.

It was taken from your family

and ended up in the hands
of Michelle Shioma.

I don't know where you're
getting your information from,

but that's simply not true.

Last time I spoke
to Michelle,

before she died,

she told me
about your visit with her.

She said that you discussed
that money

and that she told you
where it's buried.

I don't suppose
it matters to you

that Michelle was lying.

It's just her word against mine.

But I'm telling the truth here.

Hopefully we can avoid
any more unpleasantness

and you'll just tell me

where I can find this money.

Once I have it, we can...

review your current
accommodations.

I don't know where the money is.

That's a shame.

But I thought you might
say that.

Which is why I brought
someone along...

...to jog your memory.

Jessie...

this is Adam Noshimuri.

He's going to tell you
where the money is.

I'll leave you to it.

You're doing great, by the way.

Very convincing.

For God's sake, Adam, just
tell him where the money is.

I can't do that.

You gotta give
Hideki something.

Otherwise, he's gonna make
me beat you to death,

and neither of us want that.

I can't tell him
where the cash is,

because I don't know.

Michelle said
what she said to screw me.

It was her way of getting even.

Then we have a big problem.

Well?

Did he talk,
or did he die?

You have something
you want to tell me?

I'll take you to the money.

As a wise man once said,

I love it when a good plan
comes together.

Who said that?

Hannibal Smith
from The A-Team.

Greatest TV show
of all time.

What we got here
is more like the B or C team.

But it's the best I could
scrape up for what you were

willing to spend.

Well, I'm impressed
that you actually

got an electrician
for 20 bucks an hour.

He's not technically
an electrician.

What's that?

What did you say?

You know what?
I don't want to know.

Forget that.
Look, big guy.

I need you to do me
a solid here.

Uh, stick around, supervise.

I just remembered
I got somewhere I need to be.

Oh, no, no. Sorry.

I gotta bounce
after this boba's done.

Got my own business to run.

What are you talking about?
Come on.

I need you to keep
an eagle eye on this crew here.

I'm gonna be gone an hour--
two, tops-- right?

You do me this favor,
I'm gonna slap you up

a meal for two
as soon as this place opens.

Lucky for you,
you're negotiating

in my preferred
currency.

You got two hours, OG.
Two hours.

Two!

How far?

It's gonna take a while.

You have until 4:00.

If I don't have
the money by then...

Well, I don't have
to tell you how things end.

You drive.

You're up front.

You feel that?

You make any move
I don't like,

try anything stupid,

I'll be painting
that windshield red.

Let's go.

For those of you
who don't know me...

why not?

You're in my garden.

No, anyway...
I'm Natalie Barton,

head of the
Lawrence Academy PTA,

and we're here today
to raise money

to equip our fabulous new gym

that will be opening
in the spring.

Of course, I'm obligated
to call it fabulous, seeing as

my contractor
husband, Jared,

has been overseeing
its construction.

I prefer “builder.”

Whatever, hon.

Now, if I could just get him

to fix that toilet
that's been running.

Now, I would be remiss
if I didn't mention

how very sad we all are

that Headmaster Waller
isn't here with us today.

The gym was very much
his vision.

But I know that he
would want today

to go ahead as planned.

So let's join his family
in praying for his safe return.

We hope to have him back soon.

This new gymnasium is a sign
of what we can achieve

if we work together,
opening our minds,

our hearts
and our checkbooks.

Now, let's go spend some money.

I have to say,
this whole situation

with Headmaster Waller
is a little unnerving.

At the risk
of sounding heartless,

we're about to commit
to sending our son here,

and we don't even know who's
gonna be running the school.

Yeah. Uh, do you guys have
any idea why he went AWOL?

Yeah, I heard he

was dipping
into the gymnasium fund.

It would explain why
they're back to fund-raising.

Yeah, and Sheila
from the yearbook committee

told me Waller was

having an affair with someone

on the Spring Gala
committee.

And what about

the Finkelman kid who was
expelled from school last year?

I heard the family
was gonna sue.

- Hey, how's it going, everyone?
- Hi. How are you?

Hey. Good to see
you guys.

We just wanted to know,
do you guys know anything

about what happened to,
uh, Headmaster Waller?

Hey, you guys heard anything
about Headmaster Waller?

Hi. Hello.
Hey. Hi.

Nice to see you.
Hi.

All right, and then there's
the Davis family.

Apparently, Waller kicked their
son off the basketball team

after he failed
the Algebra I midterm.

This is all good stuff.

Good job, kiddo.
Gonna start running

some of these leads,
see if anything pans out.

Listen, in the meantime,
you guys better get back

in that party,
keep digging for info, please.

Okay, I-I gotta go rescue Junior

before he snaps
and chokes out Tad.

Okay. Who's... who's Tad?

Uh, Tad Beckerman, optometrist.

Major player on the PTA.

He also has awful halitosis

and no respect
for personal space.

Buh-bye.

Good-bye.

How'd it go this
morning with Vito?

It was good. We might be,
uh, just a little,

uh, over budget with the,
uh, contractor bids.

How much?

- Oh, like 50% over.
- 50%?

Don't worry about it.
Vito's gonna take care of it.

It's fine.
Why am I not reassured?

You're negative.
Your negative attitude

doesn't help anything.

Doesn't accomplish anything.
Neither does Vito.

You want to talk to me
about my negative attitude?

And I'd also like
to talk to you about the fact

that you took way too long

to, uh, put in the thing
for the liquor license.

It's about nine months late.

So that was your fault,
but don't worry.

Vito's gonna take care of it.

That's correct.
All right, good.

You know what's
weird about this?

Who the hell would have thought
the two of you

opening a restaurant together
would cause all this friction?

Hi, Eric.
Gentlemen.

Headmaster Waller's laptop.

Straight from the crime lab.

Did a deep dive on this puppy.

And yes, recovered a bunch
of deleted files,

including this one.

“Dear members of the board
of trustees:

“It is with great sadness
and disappointment

“I'm writing you
to recommend

“the immediate termination
of our head of admissions,

Ms. Meech.”
ERIC: Apparently, this Meech lady

was taking bribes, admitting
certain kids to the school.

Wait a minute.
Clearly, this letter

never got sent.
As of this morning,

Meech was still
working there.

Well, the guy might
have changed his mind,

decided to just dump
this e-mail.

Except that's the thing.

This file was deleted
after Waller went missing.

Like, the very next day.

So, who would stand
to gain from doing that?

Sweet ride, Ms. Meech.

Looks like business
has been good.

Oh, well,
I got a great deal on it.

Yeah, I'm sure
it was a steal.

Hey, uh, you want
to do me a favor?

Just hang onto this
for a second, okay?

HPD will be by
to pick it up.

What the hell is going on?

Surprise, Meech.

Now we get to
interview you.

This is ridiculous.

I never took a penny
from any of the parents.

No, you were smarter than that.
You took payment in kind.

Right? Luxury vacations.

Holiday rentals.
Expensive meals.

No, that's just gossip.

Oh.
I'm friends

with many of the parents.

I enjoy their company
outside of school.

As far as I'm aware,
that's not a crime.

Is that what you told Waller
when he confronted you about it?

I don't know where
you're getting your information.

We know about the letter, Helen.

On the day he died,

Headmaster Waller
wrote this letter

to the school board,
recommending you be fired.

Later that night,
his wife calls HPD

to report the fact
that he hasn't made it home.

And then less than
12 hours later, this letter

is deleted
from Waller's computer.

And-and you think
that I did that?

No, we know you did.

See, that's impressive.

You're in and out
of his room

in under 90 seconds.

That's just enough
time to log on

to that computer
and delete that file.

That's right.
Now, if this letter...

had it gone out
to the school board,

that would have meant
the end for you.

And not just
at Lawrence Academy.

So, what do you do?
You go to Waller,

and you beg him
not to ruin your career.

And when he refuses,
you kill him.

And you get his body
off school premises

in the trunk of his car.
Isn't that right?

No.

Okay. Listen.

I did go and see Anthony--

to try and persuade him
not to send the letter.

But he refused,
and that was the end of it.

I came into work the next day
expecting to be fired,

only to hear
he had gone missing.

And you know what?

In that moment,
I saw that as a gift.

A gift from who?

From God, of course.

It was an answer to prayer.

Yeah, I don't... I don't think
that's how that works.

Listen, I had nothing to do
with Anthony's disappearance,

as God is my witness.

Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, again, um,

I don't think God's
on your side, Helen.

I think you're playing
for the other guy's team. - Yeah.

Really?

Okay. Thank you.

Looks like we're not
gonna have to ask God

to come and testify
on your behalf after all.

We got some new evidence.

Great.

Uh, you're not going
anywhere any time soon,

so just, you know,
get comfortable.

From here,
we have to go on foot.

Lead the way.

Can I get some water?

You drink when we
have the money.

Move!

See, Commander McGarrett

and Detective Williams--
these guys are 24-7, 365

keeping these
crime-infested streets

safe for the likes
of you and me.

100% devoted
to doing good deeds.

Honestly, I don't even think

these guys have time
for a sandwich,

no less some itty-bitty thing
like a liquor license.

That's what
happened here.

They didn't submit
the paperwork in time,

and now they're facing
a catastrophe

of opening an Italian restaurant
without any vino.

Marone!
Can you imagine that?

I can, unfortunately.

But there's very little
I can do.

I knew I could count on you.

Wait. Did you just say
you're not gonna help?

'Cause I was really thinking
this was gonna go the other way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Russo.

No, no, no, no, no.
Call me Vito.

We can only issue

a fixed number
of licenses a month.

And if I move up
Mr. McGarrett

and Mr. Williams' application
to the front of the line,

then it means someone else's
gets delayed.

I can live with that.

Someone who was diligent enough

to get their paperwork in
on time.

Hey. Is this your wife?

Hey, ma Che Bella, huh?

I bet she'd like a nice
romantic dinner for two,

best table in the house.

Beautiful meal and,
with your help,

a nice, cheeky
ziti alla Genovese,

compliments of Uncle Vito.

What about it?
Mr. Russo,

what you're suggesting sounds
an awful lot like a bribe.

A bribe?

No!

All I'm offering is some nice
top-shelf booze

and the best veal Milanese
this side of Italy.

And, in exchange,
maybe you can help

my nephew's application
go to the top of the pile.

Okay.

I see where your head's at.

How about $500?

Whew!

I haven't searched
that hard for nothing

since I broke
Cindy Traill's necklace

while trying to remove her bra

at the Williamsburg multiplex
in ninth grade.

- What?
- That's too much

of the wrong information,
but thank you.

Bottom line--
whoever drove Waller's car

off school grounds wiped it down
before they ditched it.

What about blood evidence?
Yeah, none of that, either.

Not in the trunk of the car or the cabin.
What you're saying

is that somebody cleaned
this whip from top to tail,

or Waller's body
was not in there.

Which means
it could still

be at that school.

What do you got, buddy?
What do you got?

Find it. Go on, go on.

I may have something here

- at the construction site.
- Copy that. Let's go.

Eddie, Eddie.

This way. This way.

Seem weird to you?

Yeah, why would they
only pour one of these forms?

Yeah, this finish, man.

- This trowel work's really sloppy.
- Mmm.

Yeah, whoever poured this
was in a rush.

TANI, let's get CSU down here.

Have 'em bring a jackhammer,
please.

Yo! Commander! Commander!

We got something.

We got something.
This could be Waller.

Hey, Commander, over here.

What do you got?

Looks like a gun.

Give me your glove, Eric.

A nine-mil.

Matches the shell casing
they found in the school.

Okay, we have our Vic,
our murder weapon.

Now we just need to find out
who pulled the trigger.

If you've got
some kind of plan,

now would be a good time
to let me in on it

before he loses his cool

and puts a bullet
through your head.

I'm working on it.

Work faster.

Okay, wait for it.

Here we go.

The gun is registered to...

Jared Barton.

What's with the look?
You know this guy?

Yeah. He and his wife
hosted the fund-raiser

we went to.

And his construction company
is building this gym.

Jared Barton, Five-O!

Drop the bag!

Hands behind your head!

Interlock your fingers!

Don't move.

Walk.

Steve.

I think we got
the right guy.

Mr. Barton, sorry to keep you
waiting so long.

We, uh... we had to send out
for some money counters

to get a tally on all that cash
you had in the back of your car.

Yeah, it's a lot of money.
I guessed, uh...

I guessed three million.

Yeah.
I was two short.

You got $5 million in there.

You care to tell us

how you got your
hands on that money?

Hmm.
No?

I mean, I've
heard of the, uh,

construction business
being lucrative,

but not...
not that lucrative.

Okay, clearly he's not
gonna tell us anything,

so why don't we tell him
what we know?

We got a warrant for
your company records.

We were able to take a peek
at the books

on that little gym
that you've been building.

Turns out you're taking
a giant bath

on that thing.

Supposed to be
a million dollars

for the whole thing,
and as of now,

you are ten million in expenses.

That's... that's, uh...
that's over budget.

That means you are
either the worst

construction manager
of all time,

uh, or you have been using
that place

to launder big sums of money.

I'm-I'm going
with the latter. Huh?

I'll take it further.

We also think that Waller,

Headmaster Waller, he got a look

at those, uh...
at those books also.

Hey. Hey.

We found Waller's body

and the gun
that presumably killed him

in a slab of concrete
on your construction site.

You understand?

So you either tell us
what you know,

or you're going down
for this murder.

The crime lab is processing
the gun right now.

Tell them not to bother.

I killed Waller.

And you're right
about the money laundering.

You're right about it all.

Oh. I wasn't expecting that.

Well, since you're
feeling so cooperative,

you want to tell us

who you're laundering money for?

I can do that.

But first I need to know
my family is safe.

Do you have reason to believe
that they're in danger?

My employers are a
Venezuelan drug cartel.

They don't like complications.

I knew that as soon as they
heard about Waller's body,

they'd cut bait
on the operation here.

Which would make you
a dead person.

That's why you got a
trunk full of cash.

You were gonna use it
to disappear.

I deserve prison or worse
for what I did,

but my family,
they knew nothing,

and for all I know,
they are already in danger.

Please.

There.

Untie him.

Dig.

- Hello?
- Mrs. Barton,

this is Commander
Steve McGarrett of Five-O.

Is everything okay?

We have reason to believe
you're in imminent danger.

It's extremely important
you stay put.

Now, tell me
exactly where you are,

and I'll send the
closest HPD unit

to your location.

Hey. Did you see that before--
that call he got?

What about it?

I was right.

Hideki is taking orders
from someone.

Like that makes a difference
right now.

Unless your plan is to turn
this hole into a tunnel,

you better
find gold soon.

Enough!

You bought yourself
another three hours of life,

but your time is up, Noshimuri.

No, no, wait. Wait.

- No.
- Stop.

- Wait. No, it's here.
- Stop!

You're done.
There's nothing there.

Stop right there.
Don't move.

Get him out. Now!

- So disappointing.
- No.

Wait, wait. Let me explain.
That gun's not even loaded.

Stop.
It's true. It's true.

I'd tell you to pick it up
and check for yourself,

but trust me,
you don't want to touch it.

And why's that?

Because 15 years ago,
it was used in a murder.

A local guy killed his
business partner with that gun.

My father tidied up
the whole thing,

but he kept the murder weapon
as an insurance policy.

You're just talking.
No.

No, no.
Saying whatever you think it'll take

to keep me from rolling your
dead body into that hole.

It's the truth.

And this guy is rich.

Has far too much to lose.

Which makes that gun worth
a lot of money.

More than 20 million, maybe.

And Shioma's money?

You keep that for yourself?

I told you, Michelle was lying.

She didn't tell me
where it's buried.

And as far as I'm concerned,
it's blood money anyway.

I didn't want anything
to do with it

after my father died,
and I still don't.

And it's definitely
not worth my life.

Assuming you're telling
the truth...

...what if this guy
can't afford the blackmail?

Then I'll still owe you.

You take whatever payment
you want.

I should just kill you
right now.

Save myself the wasted time.

You need the name
of the businessman.

You need a little more
information to get him to bite.

Information I can give you.

But that will only happen
if you let me walk out of here.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey, these witnesses here
say that Mrs. Barton

and her daughter were both
abducted by gunmen.

Suspects fled
in a late-model SUV.

- We get a plate?
- No plate.

However, HPD
identified these three

bodies here.

Over here, you got your two
dead Venezuelan nationals.

They're connected
to the Ramirez cartel.

And this gentleman here was a
bodyguard, a Christopher Deacon.

Okay, the husband
said that he hired

private security
to keep an eye on his family.

So the cartel grabs
Barton's wife and daughter,

and they do it
in broad daylight.

All right, the only reason
they would do that is to

leverage Barton into
giving them their money back.

So, now what?

Let's give them what they want.

Step away from the car.

Where's my family?

Better question:
Where's our money?

You get it when I see
my family is safe.

Unless you want this to be
the last time you see them,

give us the cash.

Let them go.

Actually,
I think you need to pay

for all this trouble.

So now I'm going to kill your
wife and kid while you watch.

Let 'em go!
Drop your weapon! Do it now!

Surprise. He's not listening.

Last chance!
Drop your weapon now!

You got a shot?
Negative.

Well played.

You know,
it's interesting.

I just got a call
from the crime lab

that's processing
the gun that...

was used to kill
Headmaster Waller.

The forensic evidence,
unfortunately,

was too degraded to pull
any kind of definitive I.D.

However, they were
able to identify

two DNA markers,
both of which...

show that the shooter
was a female.

When you confessed
to that murder,

you knew your wife was the one
who pulled the trigger.

And now you're
prepared

to spend the rest
of your life in prison

rather than see her do any time
at all? Is that right?

Doesn't sound like you
can prove any of that.

No, I can't.

I can't prove any of that.

Where are you?

This is on me.

I should've never
dragged you into this.

I wanted in. Remember?

I'm shutting
the task force down, Adam.

It's too dangerous.

Look, I understood
the risks.

And with respect,
if I thought

I couldn't handle it,
I'd tell you.

I'm all in--
now more than ever.

You're not shutting
this down.

Look, I was right about Hideki.

He is taking orders
from someone.

And something tells me
whoever it is

orchestrated the move
against the other bosses,

had Agent Fisher
and his family killed.

But I can't shake
this feeling

that there's something else
going on, Steve.

An angle I'm not seeing.

What are you talking about?

Remember what I told you

about my meeting
with Michelle Shioma?

How she said she had information
that would change my life?

Yes, I do.

I remember you said you felt
like she was...

she was messing with you, trying
to get in your head, right?

Yeah.

Well, now I'm not so sure.

- Why?
- I can't help feeling

there's something else
going on here

and that it's
all connected.

Excuse me.

What the hell happened here?

What the hell
happened here?

You want the long
or the short version?

I want the... you got a...
the nightmare version

where this isn't
actually happening

and-and then this is a-a joke?
Do you have that version?

No.

Then tell me what happened.

Your Uncle Vito asked me
for some cheap labor.

Then he went out
and ran an errand.

Left me to supervise.

Oh. Well, you've done
a fantastic job.

It wasn't my fault.

Vito promised
to be back in two hours.

I waited three.

Eventually,
I had to get back

and run my truck and
make some money.

Trying to get in touch
with him all afternoon,

but it's going straight
to voice mail.

Okay, okay. All right,
I'm-I'm-I'm having a...

a headache.
I got a big headache,

and I got... I got...
I got bad déjà vu happening,

and I'm having a stress-induced
tumor right now,

just so you know
where I am, okay?

Is that a thing?
No, it's not a thing!

You putz.

Hello?

This is a collect call

from the cell block of
the Honolulu Police Department.

Would you like
to accept the charges?

Bribing a public official?

Seriously?

Something you want to say?

Yeah.

Thanks for paying my bail.

Okay.

Okay, look.

I messed up.

I know.

But I can't be expected
to carry all the blame.

I mean, what the hell
are you guys thinking anyway?

Opening up a restaurant?

That's a terrible idea.

And then add
to the fact

that you two know less
than nothing about the business.

'Cause if you did, you'd know

it's a full-time,
back-breaking grind

just to squeeze out
a few bucks profit.

Not something you do
on the side, you know,

like some kind of a hobby,
because you think

you know a thing or two
about good food.

You know, any schmuck
who watches the Food Network,

he thinks he's an expert.

But you're not special.

You're not even average.

And when it comes
to stuff like this,

you're terrible.

Okay? At least with me around,
you got a fighting chance.

Uh, wow.

I think this has been
a very interesting

learning experience--
and one that we should probably

put behind us now.

So you're saying I'm fired?

The thought had
crossed our mind.

What I'm saying is

that since you so accurately
diagnosed just now

where and how we're going
wrong, that you should

stick around and help us
get it right.

Nobody was
gonna fire you.

That's not true.

Okay, it doesn't matter.
Okay, it's behind us.

It's in the past.
Come over here.

Hug?
Yeah. Come on.

Hey, You, too, sailor.

Get in here.
Coming in, too?

Yeah, come on, sailor.
All right, okay. That's nice.

Whoa. What is that?
Hmm?

My keys?
No, no.

Over there. Look.

On the TV.

What? What are you
talking about?

This guy.

I-I've seen
this guy before.

Whoa, wait. When did
you see this guy?

Vito, Vito, are you sure
about this?

Of course. I never
forget a face.

About two months ago,
I go to this guy's house.

Quoted him a bathroom
remodel, you know?

He talked my ear off,
then, of course,

I never seen or heard
from the guy again.

Did you mention Danny
to this guy?

Well, actually, I did, you know?

He said he knew some guys
on the Jersey PD,

so I told him about
how my nephew

moved to Honolulu to
become a cop in paradise.

Your Uncle Vito,
that's how he tracked you here.

This guy's from Jersey?

What, this guy,
you know him?

He's a friend of yours?
No, he's not a friend of mine.

He actually tried to kill me.

I don't... I don't...
I don't know who you are.

Should I know who you are?

Pity.

Oh.

And I told him
where to find you.

Oops.

Just...

listen to me for a second.

This... this could be
our only chance

to figure out why this guy
did what he did.

You know...
do you know his name?

Do you know his address?

Think, please.

Everything okay?

Turn on the news.

Local business magnate
Joshua Stern

was found dead at his home
earlier today

in what HPD are saying
is a suspected suicide.

Is this Hideki's work?

No. Looks like your guy

didn't have the blackmail money,
so he took the easy way out.

You know what this means,
don't you?

Yeah.

I'm still on the hook
for that 20 million.

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