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Five-O!
- Coming up next on

The Savannah Walker Show:
Savannah takes a thrilling

ride-along with Hawaii's elite

crime-fighting task force,
Five-O.

Wait, wait, wait,
what are you doing?

This is as far as you go, okay?

Zoom in there.

I want to see
what they're looking at.

Oh, my God.

♪ Mama told me

♪ Not to waste my life

♪ She said spread your wings

♪ My little butterfly

♪ Don't let what they say

♪ Keep you up at night...

Live from

Hilton Hawaiian Village
in beautiful Waikiki,

it's The Savannah Walker Show!

Starring your host,
Savannah Walker!

Aloha!

And here she is,
the queen of talk,

Savannah!

Welcome, thank you, guys.

Give it up for my boys.

Yes!

Aloha, everyone, aloha!

Welcome to the show!

Now, as you know,
we have got it going on

from Hawaii all week long.

It has been incredible.

We've been shooting everywhere
in our country's 50th state,

and it has been fantastic.

From the beaches
of the North Shore

to the skyscrapers of Waikiki,
we have done it all,

and it has been amazing.

Am I right?

Yes.

But we have saved
the very best for last.

My producers thought
it would be exciting

to do something different,
something truly out of the box.

And so they arranged for me
to hang out with Five-O,

Hawaii's elite
crime-fighting task force.

Yes.

And with
the governor's blessing,

I was able to take
my camera crew behind the scenes

for the ultimate ride-along.

Now, I want to warn you,
this is not gonna be

one of our typical
Savannah shows.

It is going to be scary,
it's going to be graphic,

and it might be a good idea
to put those little ones down

for an early nap.

Because I am talking unscripted,

unedited and unbelievable.

Are you ready?

All right!
This is gonna be off the hook!

Tommy, roll the tape.

Welcome to the home of Five-O.

This beautiful building
opened in 1871,

designed by
Australian Thomas Rowe

in an Italian
Renaissance revival.

It doesn't look like

your average police station,
does it?

That's because Five-O
aren't your typical cops.

They're a task force that
handles high-priority cases.

Cases that often put them
in life and death situations.

In this show, we're gonna get
to know Five-O's key personnel.

To start,
let's meet the big kahuna,

Lieutenant Commander
Steve McGarrett,

the boss man
and Honolulu native.

Born and raised
on the island of Oahu,

Steve was
a celebrated quarterback

for the Fightin' Nuts
of Kukui High,

a standout at the Naval Academy

and a highly decorated
Navy SEAL

who saw action
around the globe.

Hi, Commander McGarrett.
Hi.

Hi. I understand
you were handpicked

by the late Governor Jameson,
uh, to lead Five-O,

and tasked with cleaning
up crime on the islands.

That's, um, a pretty
awesome task.

Uh, I'm sorry,

was I supposed
to say something back to you?

Well, that's how an
on-camera interview works.

I, um, ask the questions,
and then you answer.

Okay, um, I'm not really
comfortable with that,

and, uh, I don't...

I thought you guys were
just gonna follow us around.

You know?

Okay, this is gonna be
a little tougher than I thought.

Um, well, okay.

Working alongside
Steve McGarrett

is Detective Danny Williams,

a New Jersey transplant
who seems to have brought

his feisty Jersey
attitude with him.

Um, Detective Williams,
can I...

No, no-no-no, no-no-no.

Please, okay? I know
the governor thinks

that this is good PR,
but I disagree strongly,

so please keep the camera out
of my face and we'll be fine.

Please? I said please.
Thank you.

Peace.

Oh, Lieutenant Kelly.

Can I ask you
a few questions?

I'm a little bit
busy right now.

Well, I understand that

Commander McGarrett's
father trained you.

What drew you to a life
in law enforcement?

Uh, family.

I come from a long line of cops.

I guess it's in my DNA.

Well, if you weren't a
cop, what would you be?

Jazz trumpet.

Really? Like Miles Davis?

Well, there's only one
Miles Davis, but...

maybe that's why
I became a cop.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

No, it's good,
we're on the way.

Hey, Chin, let's go.

Yo, let's go!
Oh, oh.

This is it, we caught a case.

Come on, let's go.

Uh, Commander McGarrett,

uh, can you tell us
where we're going?

Did you sign the
personal safety waiver?

You guys all need to do that,
all right, before you come.

Uh...
Make sure they get one.

A safety waiver? Why?

Wait.

Wait, what's so funny?

Better call your insurance agent
from the car.

Tell him you want full coverage.

Wait, you guys--
you're kidding, right?

They're kidding, right?

Come on, come on!
We got to keep up.

I'm trying.
Try harder; we're losing them!

You want me to run
all the red lights?

Fine. But you're
paying the tickets.

It's a deal.

Just don't lose them.

Shh.

Don't tell anyone.

Okay, we're at
the crime scene with Five-O.

Let's take a look.

Duke, what do you got?

It's a real mess down there.

Let's increase the radius
to include this rooftop here.

It's got a clear
line of sight.

There might be
a surveillance camera

that picked something up.

Wait, wait, wait,
what are you doing?

This is as far as you go, okay?

We won't get
in the way.

I'm sorry, it's my crime scene,
my rules.

Okay?
Okay.

Zoom in there.

I want to see
what they're looking at.

Oh, my God.

- Is all of that blood?
- Wow.

Billy, boost the levels up.

I want to hear
what they're saying.

That's some
serious mutilation.

Killer must have used
an axe or a cleaver.

Did he say "mutilated"?

Let's get Max
over here right away.

Okay, come on,
come on, come on.

Officer Kalakaua, can you
tell us who the victim is?

Can you at least tell us
if it was a man or a woman?

We don't know.

You won't say 'cause it'll
compromise the case?

No. I'm telling you,
we don't know.

Central to M.E. Two.

Five-O is at your crime scene,
requesting you expedite

due to special circumstances.

Steve, you ever
seen anything like this?

Never.

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x21 ♪
Imi loko ka 'uhane (Seek Within One's Soul)
Original Air Date on April 29, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Welcome back.

Now, when my producers
suggested I conduct a ride-along

with Hawaii's
elite task force, Five-O,

I thought we'd be
breaking up bar fights

or maybe busting shoplifters.

I had no idea we'd be

standing over a dead body
in an alley.

And to top it all off,

they can't tell if the victim
is a man or a woman.

I have to tell you,
if this is a typical day

at the office for these guys,
I am so glad I'm not a cop.

Let's take a look.

No blood trail indicates this
was most likely a body dump.

Savannah, M.E.'s office.

Okay, let's go.

That is Dr. Max Bergman.

He's a medical examiner
with the City of Honolulu.

His job is to examine the
body for cause of death

and search for physical clues
left behind by the killer.

Let's talk to him.

Dr. Bergman.

I'm...

Oh, Savannah Walker!

I know who you are.
You do?

I find your show
to be quite inspiring.

Really?

Yes, I mean, y-your
compelling interviews,

your self-improvement
segments,

your unusual foray
into pop culture.

It's-it's quite inspirational.

Wow, you really
are a fan.

Yes, I mean, I wake up
at 5:00 a.m. each morning

so I can catch the live feed
from the mainland.

I got hooked on to your show

during my undergrad years
at Arizona State.

Uh, uh, and
the Christmas segment

where you did the reenactment
of, uh, the birth of Jesus

and the camel kept on
licking the baby-- oh, my God.

It had me in stitches!

Not literally,
but metaphorically.

Well, uh, A.S.U.,
I understand,

has an incredible
life sciences program.

Oh, it's exceptional.

But, uh, it's-it's
the party scene--

that's the reason
why I went there.

It's off the hook.

Not many people know this,
but, uh, in my frat house,

I was referred to as "Beerman"
instead of Bergman.

Oh, my God, I can't believe
I'm talking to you right now!

I'm thrilled to
meet you, too.

Um, listen, Dr. Bergman,
I'm wondering, you know,

since you're such a...
a faithful viewer,

if I might not ask you
for a little favor.

Of course.

On close examination,
victim is male, Caucasian.

Face desecrated
beyond recognition.

Lower arms exhibit
significant trauma,

with both hands

appearing to be severed
above the wrist.

Liver temp indicates our victim

was murdered
eight to ten hours ago.

Killer must have hacked up
the body to prevent I.D.

It's a pro move.

Max, what is that?

What?

There's a camera
on your shirt, Max.

Oh, this camera.

Nice try.

Uh-oh.

Is this yours?

Yeah.

Sorry.
This was not part of the agreement.

Well, it's called "investigative
reporting," Commander.

Oh, that's what it's
called when you interview

chefs and
celebrities, huh?

This is not 60 Minutes.
Hold on.

For your information,

I have a degree in journalism
from Northwestern.

Your professors
must be very proud.

Let's erase that.

Savannah, behind you.

Officer, can I ask you
a few questions, please?

The victim has yet
to be identified.

Do you have
any suspects?

Not at this time.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Wait, if I could
just get a name.

Hey!

Hey, guys! It's Wo Fat!

Savannah, get down!

Did you get that?

Please tell me you got that.
Duke, call it in.

Get a bird in
the air now.

Wo Fat is not leaving
this island.

Who is Wo Fat?

Wo Fat is a ruthless
son of a bitch.

W... Wait, can I say that on TV?

You already did.

Wo Fat is a global terrorist.

He tortured and murdered
innocent people.

He supplies arms
to our country's enemies.

He's a true sociopath.

He's devoid of any morals...

or scruples.

Seems like there's...
more to this guy.

What aren't
you telling us?

Wo Fat was the man behind
the murder of John McGarrett.

Steve's father.

He would've killed
Steve's mother, too,

if given the opportunity.

So what you're saying
is that capturing Wo Fat

is personal for Steve?

That's the way this job is.

Sometimes it crosses over
into the personal.

Has it ever gotten
personal for you?

Yes.

Sadly, after this interview,
I learned that Lieutenant Kelly

lost someone very dear to him,
his wife, Malia,

as a direct result
of a Five-O investigation.

Now, out of respect,
I won't go into further detail,

but what I will tell you is that
despite their personal losses,

Five-O has forged
an incredible bond,

one akin to family,

or what the locals
refer to as "'ohana."

Now, what if I was
to tell you that we--

and by "we" I mean this show--

had a direct hand
in helping this investigation?

To explain how, let's meet
Officer Kono Kalakaua.

Kono grew up
on the North Shore of O'ahu

and spent the early part of her
life as a professional surfer.

Now, when a knee injury
sidelined her career,

she followed in the footsteps
of her cousin, Chin Ho Kelly,

and joined the ranks
of law enforcement.

A skilled sniper
and martial artist,

Kono explains here
how Five-O uses technology

to help solve crimes.

In a lot of cases, we use
public surveillance cameras

because they allow us to capture
evidence of criminal activity.

However, this case was a little
different because we had

your crew tagging along with us
the whole time,

so what we did was we took the
video you shot and enhanced it

in order to get a better look
at our suspect, Wo Fat.

When you say "enhanced,"
what do you mean exactly?

Uh, well,
Five-O is, um, equipped

with the latest
in digital forensic hardware,

which allows us to improve image
quality by manipulating zoom,

frame rate, um, angle,

uh, at the same time
increasing resolution.

Wow.
Who on the Five-O team

is well-versed in
all this high-tech wizardry?

Uh, that would be me.

How on earth
did you get so tech-savvy?

Xbox.

Here he is over the body

when we arrived on-scene.

What is Wo Fat looking for?

And why show up
posing as a cop?

My guess is he heard about
the murder after the fact;

shows up wearing the uniform

so he can get access
to the crime scene.

Which would mean
that Wo Fat's not the killer.

Okay, fine. Why's he so
interested in our John Doe?

Oh, welcome.
Please, come in, come in.

Ms. Walker, so good
to see you again.

Billy, Todd, always a pleasure.

Where are
your glasses, Max?

Oh, I'm wearing contacts.

Uh, they don't respond
to indoor precipitation

like my spectacles do.

Uh-huh. Is that
gel in your hair?

Thank you for noticing,
Detective.

Huh. Lost him
to Hollywood.

Max.

At your service.

Okay. Were-were you any closer
on an I.D. for the victim?

Not yet.

AFIS was out of the question

because the victim's hands
were removed.

I did submit
a DNA sample to CODIS,

but the results
came back negative.

There were no matches
in the missing persons database.

However, I was able to confirm
that the C.O.D.--

that's cause of death--
was indeed a shotgun wound.

And upon closer examination, I
noticed that the victim's skin

was removed from
the upper right arm

in near-surgical
precision.

You mind stepping
to your right a little bit?

Yes, I mind.
Beat it. Go away.

What'd I tell you?
Keep that camera out of my face.

Get the hell out of here.

In here.

I told the investigators

that the mutilation of the body

was caused by a high-energy
and blunt force trauma

with an implement like a hammer.

But also a portion
of the skin was excised

on the right upper limb
between the elbow joint

and the shoulder.

What do you
mean by "excised"?

Well, the killer cut the skin
off with a razor or a scalpel.

Most likely, the missing part
had an identifying mark,

like a tattoo or a scar.

So now what? How do you
identify the victim?

Well, shotgun pellets recovered
from the victim may help.

I sent them over to Fong.

Fong? What's a Fong?

I'm here with Charlie Fong,

criminalist for
the Honolulu Police Department.

Now, Charlie, tell me, what
does a criminalist do?

Well, that can vary a lot
from day to day.

One day, I might
get called to court,

the next day, I could be
running QC samples all day.

Then there are other days
when I'm...

If you could sum it
up in one sentence,

what would it be?

I analyze evidence
to solve crimes.

Wow.

One sentence exactly;
that was impressive.

Precision. That's what
my job is all about.

Kind of like a quarterback

throwing a perfect,
chest-high spiral.

If you're off
even a little,

well, it could
cost you the ball game.

Hmm. Now, do you ever
get out in the field?

On occasion.

But solving crimes isn't
all about getting shot at.

Actually, most of the heavy
lifting is done here

behind a microscope.

This is
where the real action is.

Wow, so you're like the
brains behind Five-O.

Well... there's no "I" in team,

but someone has
to show them the way.

Well, I understand that
Dr. Max Bergman sent over

some shotgun
pellets to analyze.

What have you
come up with?

Nothing yet.

Hey, guys.

So, Danny was right
about our M.O.

This was the work
of a pro.

It's a Russian mob
out of Kansas City.

So I contacted the KCPD
Organized Crime Bureau,

and apparently hacking up
enemies is a local specialty.

All right, look, we need to get
a list of possible associates,

uh, anybody traveling
from over there with an alias.

Right.

It's already done.
Dimitri Markov.

Flew in two days ago.

Checked into
the Grand Kuali'i in Waikiki.

Come on. Let's
check it out.

Ladies and
gentlemen, lunch is served.

Uh, looks amazing,
but listen, big guy.

We got to rain-check this,
all right?

Don't worry. Flippa can
doggy-bag that for you.

All of Kamekona shrimp truck
meals travel exceptionally well,

and at only $9.99 per plate,
easy on the wallet, too.

Super tasty grinz anyone?

Hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?

Product placement, brah.

And for today only,

anyone mentioning
The Savannah Walker Show

gets 50% off.

That's half price.
You know, this, uh...

doesn't actually go
on the TV today.

It airs another day.

You gonna honor
this thing, uh...

you know,
on that day as well?

Looks like a yes.

Thank you.

Whatever our vic was involved
in, it was important enough

to get the attention
of a couple of heavyweights

like the Russian mob
and Wo Fat, all right?

If the KC mob sent Markov
down here to whack our guy,

he would've left, he
wouldn't have stuck around.

I agree, but the motel says
he hasn't checked out yet.

Doesn't make sense. Guy comes
down here, kills somebody

and sticks around
for a tan? No sense.

Doesn't sound
very "pro" to me.

Okay, let me get this straight--
this is Detective Williams' car,

but Commander McGarrett
does all the driving?

It's 'cause
I'm the better driver.

He's a control freak.
That's why he drives.

And he's got issues
with, uh, the truth.

Okay.
Why don't you tell her

about the remote
control thing you got?

What remote control thing?

The thing where you
come to my house

and you grab the clicker
and you got to be in charge

and you got to pick which
TV station we watch.

Okay, the way I was brought up...
Uh-huh.

it's polite to let the guest choose
Oh.

what you're gonna watch
on TV, all right?

Okay. Fair enough.
What about having to be

first through
every single door?

Or having the last word
every conversation?

Or picking where I eat lunch
every single day? You. Why?

What-what does Emily Post
have to say about that?

Hmm? - I'm not gonna--
I mean, you're indecisive.

I can't help it
if you're indecisive.

I'm not indecisive.
You're a control freak.

These two fight, but really...
they love each other.

Where do you want
to go for lunch today?

I'll go wherever
you want to go.

Oh, my God. See?

We're here at the Grand Kuali'i,

where we believe our suspect,
the Russian mobster

Dimitri Markov, is staying.

You stay here, you understand?

You don't go any further
than this.

Five-O!

Go, go, go.

Clear left.

Clear here.

Where the hell is this guy?

To your right, to your right.

Those look like
surveillance photos.

Hey! what'd I just tell you?

I told you to wait
back there, didn't I?

Over there. He's
the one they're looking for.

Commander, he's over here.

What? What?
The suspect.

That's the suspect.

Hey, Dimitri Markov, let
me see your hands. Now!

Show me your hands.

Hey! Freeze!

I said hold it right there!

Did he really just do that?

Welcome to my world.

Steve?

What's he saying?

Not much. He's, uh...

he's claiming
he's never heard of Wo Fat.

He did admit to stalking the
victim, but he won't I.D. him,

and he certainly won't cop
to the murder.

That doesn't surprise me,
'cause he's not our guy.

Now, you guys know
what an alibi is, right?

I know you know.

It's when you tell your wife
you've been working all weekend,

but you're really out
playing golf with your boys.

Right? We've all done it.

But in this case,

the Russian hit man
had a great alibi,

because two security cameras
put him all the way

on the North Shore at the time
the murder took place.

But Five-O still thought
he was a piece of the puzzle

because of these.
You remember these?

The photos they found
at Markov's motel room?

Well, it turns out that
these photos were of the victim.

So, I ran facial recognition
on those surveillance photos

and got a hit to
a Roger Carson.

There's not a lot on
him in the system,

but he rents an apartment
here, so I sent a unit by.

They said they saw
signs of forced entry,

so they sat on the place
until we got here.

Five-O!

Clear!

Clear!

It's an Easter egg hunt.

Well, somebody was
looking for something.

Could have been Markov
before we grabbed him.

Could have been Wo Fat.

Or our butcher.

Kono, what do you got?

Ran our vic's credit cards.

Roger Carson checked into
the Waikiki Sun Motel

by the airport 36 hours ago.

That's only a couple
miles from here.

Why would he need a second
place so close to home?

Manager said
he checked in with a woman.

Roger? Is that you?

Ma'am, it's Five-O.

Ma'am, if you'd open
the door, please.

How you doing?

I'm, uh, Commander
Steve McGarrett.

This is Detective
Danny Williams.

What's your name?

Kammie Leeds.

Miss Leeds, how do
you know Roger Carson?

He's my boyfriend.

Oh, my God, something bad's
happened, hasn't it?

May we come
in, please?

You guys stay here.

Miss Leeds...

Okay, get out of here.
I mean it, get out of here.

Hey! Hey!

Commander, can
you share with us

what the victim's
girlfriend had to say?

Couple days ago,
they came home,

and they found
their apartment tossed.

Carson said it was a robbery.

He moved her in here,
and then he disappeared.

Does it get to you?

Excuse me?

Having to inform
a loved one about a death.

It's difficult.

You're delivering
the worst information

anybody's ever gonna tell them,

and you're about
to change their life forever

with that information.

How do you cope
with that?

You don't cope with it.

You use it to keep going.

I wasn't comfortable
pressing Commander McGarrett

for more information at such
a clearly sensitive time.

But later, I was told
that the victim's girlfriend,

when shown an autopsy photo,

pointed out that the skin
removed from Roger's arm

was right where he had a tattoo.

For some reason,
the killer wanted it.

Yeah, I remember
that guy.

Came in for
a custom job.

What kind
of custom job?

Some sort of
mythical thing.

Like a goddess.

Look at all
these photos on the wall.

You take a picture
of the goddess?

Yeah, I wanted to; piece
came out real tight.

But dude was all
cagey about it.

Wouldn't let me.

What about the stencil paper

you use as a template
in the beginning?

You, uh... you got that?

No, I already gave
that to the other cop.

Wait. What other cop?

He came in this morning
asking about the same customer.

Is this the cop?

Yeah, brah, that's him.

All right, you got cameras
in here, or what?

Yeah, right there.

Does it work?
Yeah.

How far back's it go?

Uh, we clear the
disks every week.

Want to take a look?
Yeah, we do.

All right.

There. That's the artwork
for the tattoo.

Kono, uh,
can you isolate that image?

Uh, Chin, what do you think?

Well, the way she's
emerging from the stream--

almost like she's
made of water--

makes me think
of Kalawahine.

Ka... That's crazy. I was
gonna say the same exact thing.

Yeah, she's an ancient goddess.

Protector of all the water
sources in the Ko'olau Valley,

formed by a mountain range
on the leeward coast.

Hold on.
Steve, look at this.

Looks like there's a
pattern or something

in the bottom
of the skirt.

You see that?

And it looks the same
as one of these trails.

He's right. Check it out.

Kono, can you, uh...

can you overlay
this-this trail pattern,

uh, and the image of the tattoo?

Well, that is not just a tattoo.

Then what is it?

It's a map.

Now, most guys get a tattoo
of a dragon or barbed wire

or their girlfriend's name.

But not Roger Carson.

His tattoo was
of a very specific area of O'ahu

called the Ko'olau Valley.

And the question Five-O
was asking: what did it mean?

The only reason I can think of
why anybody would tattoo a map

onto their body is to hide
something valuable

and not forget
where it is, right?

Well, whatever our vic stashed,
it was valuable enough

for a Russian mobster
and Wo Fat

to come out of the woodwork
looking for it.

And don't forget
about our killer.

He was the first one
to get to Carson.

He knew about the map,
he hacked up our vic,

then cut the
tattoo off his arm.

Well, if our killer
has the map,

then maybe this is
where he's headed next.

Okay, there's only
one problem,

'cause there's 45 trails
stretched out

over 50 miles
of terrain.

So where do we start?

To help Five-O figure it out,

they enlisted the help
of Lieutenant Catherine Rollins

of Naval Intelligence.

Um, uh, sometimes...

well, actually,
make that a lot of the times,

Commander McGarrett will ask
for my help.

And he usually repays me
in breakfast or dinner.

It's kind of like
a little game that we play.

Using military
resources to help a friend--

uh, isn't that risky?

Uh, well, Steve and my C.O.
go way back,

so he cuts him some slack.

What about you and Steve?

Tell us about your history.

Uh, we served
in the military together.

You're also
his girlfriend, right?

Uh, how is that relevant?

Just, America wants
to know.

Well, that's none of
America's business, so...

Okay, um, well,
what about this case?

How did you help Steve?

Well, he had asked me for some
advanced satellite imagery

of the Ko'olau Valley's
trail system

to help determine
where his victim, Roger Carson,

uh, might have hidden something.

Should I take this off now?

No? Sorry. Okay.

Hey, Steve?
Yeah.

There's a Secret Service
agent on the phone.

He says he needs
to talk to you right now.

Commander McGarrett?

Yes.

I'm Special Agent Kershaw.
We need to talk.

Okay, well, Agent Kershaw,
I'm in the middle

of an active
murder investigation.

Your homicide
is why I'm calling.

This is a matter
of national security, Commander.

Can I be assured

of the confidentiality
of this conversation?

Agent Kershaw,
hold that thought for a second.

I need you guys to shut
this down right now, okay,

and wait in my office.
Right now, let's go.

Later, Commander McGarrett
was able to share

with me
what that call was about.

It turns out, our victim's name
wasn't Roger Carson,

but Gary Ray Percy.

And before Hawaii,
he resided in Washington D.C.,

where he worked at the Bureau
of Engraving and Printing.

That's right,
where money is printed.

And he was
a well-trusted employee

right up until he started
taking his work home with him.

Who's ever seen one of these?

Couple of people?

It's called a 3-D printer.

Now, who's got a phone
I can borrow?

You guys are very generous.

Thank you.

I promise to return it.

Now, I'm gonna show you
just how easy this is.

You put the phone here...

...turn the machine on,

and the computer
scans your item.

And then... you have...

...an exact 3-D replica
of your phone.

Right?

Now, imagine if you could
use this machine

to replicate the master plates
for the U.S. $100 bill.

That's what Mr. Percy did.

He smuggled the 3-D printer
into his office

and made an exact replica of
the U.S. $100 currency plates.

Whoever tossed Percy's
apartment must have thought

that's where he was
hiding the plates.

Well, Agent Kershaw said there
was a leak in his department,

so I'm thinking
that's how Wo Fat

and the Russian mob
got on to it.

Either one of them could have
been looking for those plates.

Well, it definitely
wasn't our killer.

He knew the plates
weren't there.

He had inside
information.

He found out
about the tattoo,

killed Percy and
cut it off his arm.

Okay, well, there's only
one person who knew Percy

well enough to know
about the tattoo

and whether or not he could've
been hiding something.

I told you, I don't know.

Roger never said anything
about Washington D.C.

or any currency plates.

You mean Percy.
Gary Ray Percy.

Percy, Carson, Roger--
whatever you want to call him.

He told me he used to sell
big-ticket appliances in Denver.

Washing machines,
ranges, stoves.

Oh, you believed that?

I had no reason not to.

Okay, well,
here's our problem.

Okay, we don't
believe you, all right?

So you either give us
some better answers,

or we're gonna release you
from protective custody.

Which I think would
be a bad thing,

'cause there's a psychopath
out there hacking people up.

Don't think
you want that.

Your choice.

After our place was ransacked,

Roger, my boyfriend,
started acting all paranoid.

I said,
"Okay, we got burglarized.

Let's just go to the cops."

But he was all freaked out,

and said he didn't want
to involve the cops.

So you went to the motel.

What about this guy?

You know this man?

No.
His name is Wo Fat.

You've never met this guy?
No.

Okay, who'd you tell
about the break-in?

My brother, Tony.

Tony.

Tony own a shotgun?

Think so. Why?

Why? 'Cause it's the last thing
your boyfriend saw.

Recently paroled,

Kammie's brother, Tony Leeds,

had a long rap sheet and
an extremely violent history.

All right, I'm thinking Kammie
confides in Tony, all right?

Tells him about the break-in,
about having to go on the run.

And brother, being the criminal
genius that he is,

puts two and two together.

Realizes Percy was in possession
of something valuable.

Exactly. Tony tracks down Percy,
puts both barrels to his head,

Percy starts talking,
he tells him everything.

Tells him about
the currency plates,

about the map tattoo,
about the Russian stalking him.

All right, and then
Tony kills Percy,

makes it look
like a mob hit.

That was to throw us off.

Well, then he cuts the tattoo
off Percy's arm

so no one else can find it,
and goes on a treasure hunt.

Exactly but what
Tony does not know is

that Wo Fat is looking
for the same plates.

Steve?
Yeah.

Hey. So, I got
those hi-res sat photos

from the Ko'olau Valley
trail system.

Great.
Take a look at this.

All right, see those two
trees there in the clearing?

Uh-huh.

They look just like
our vic's tattoo.

Where was this
photo taken?

A trail head
at Waimona Ridge.

You think that's where
the plates are buried?

If it is,
that's where Tony's headed.

Formed on
Oahu's Leeward Coast,

largely inaccessible by car,
the Ko'olau Valley lies

within the jagged remains
of an ancient volcano.

Home to a system
of treacherous hiking trails

that climb some 3,100 feet
above sea level,

it's easy to see why Gary Ray
Percy chose this location

to hide his copies
of the $100 engraving plates.

Right here.

The GPS says
this is the spot.

Here are the two banyan trees,
there's the mountain,

just like the tattoo.

Hey, you see this?

Looks like it was just dug up.

Guys, over here!

I've got Tony.

Whoa, whoa, you, stay back.

You, hey, back it up.

Plates are gone.

Wo Fat must have
tracked him here.

The body's still warm.

Wo Fat's got to be close.

Get out of my way!
Go! Move it!

Got fresh tracks.

Steve, it's Wo Fat!

Don't let
him get away!

Come on, move, move, move!

Over here.

He's gone.

We need to secure
the perimeter.

I got blood.

Well, he can't
have got too far.

Chin!
Get down!

- Chin!
- Chin, you all right?

Huh?

Danny, hey.

Chin!

Chin, you all right? Huh?

Got my vest.
I'm okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Camera's toast.

What are you doing?

Trying to
get my phone.

Are you crazy?
Put it away.

I got to get this!

Come on!

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

I got him!
Got him?

Finish it!

Do it!

Intubate the patient, give him
ten milligrams of morphine

and get him to the O.R. now.

All right, he gets
his own floor.

I want a full security
lockdown, guns on every exit.

Nobody gets in or out
without my approval.

Commander,
is he going to make it?

I don't care.

Plan Blue.
All available staff to O.R.

Plan Blue.

All available staff to O.R.

There you have it, folks.

Another case solved
by our nation's

most elite task force, Five-O!

Yes!

You know,
over 24 pulse-pounding hours,

my crew and I
shadowed their every move.

It was terrifying,
and it was dangerous.

And it was something that
I will never, ever do again.

Over the course of a day,
we risked our lives

to bring you
this very special episode.

But you know what?

It is nothing
compared to the risks

that the brave members
of Five-O take every day

to keep these islands safe.

They are truly heroes.

And I salute them.

Until next time,

Mahalo Nui Loa.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Thanks for coming out.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming out.

You guys are great.
Best audience ever!

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