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Yeah. I got your text.

I'm on my way.

Look, I'm sorry, boss.
The Lees' pool took longer than expected.

They're out of town again.
The filter's all gunked up.

Well, this doesn't sound
like anything major.

There's a short in the sensor.

Yeah, I'll be there in ten.

Pfft.

Come on, captain. Don't give up.
You'll get the hang of it.

You're wasting your time
on this old dog.

I'm a casting rod-off-the-jetty,
sandwiches-and-beer kind of guy.

This harpoon stuff ain't my thing.

- Spear fishing.
- I stand corrected.

Ah, I guess McGarrett was right.

- Right about what?
- Oh, nothing.

He just said, you'd never catch on
quite as quick as he did.

Oh, so McGarrett said that, did he?

Oh, now, come on,
don't let that get under your skin.

The guy's a Navy SEAL.
He grew up on the island.

You're a city boy.

He was a natural, though, I gotta say.

He took home half a dozen fish
on his very first time out.

- How many?
- Half a dozen.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Slow down. Hold on now.

Remember
that when you get over your target...

- Oh.
- Aah.

A city boy, my ass.
Take a look at that sucker.

How many did McGarrett get
on his first try?

Half a dozen.

But I'll tell you what, that's three times
bigger than anything he caught.

Oh!

- You got your phone?
- Yeah.

- Take a picture and send it to him.
- Oh, come on.

You sure you wanna kick up
that hornet's nest?

Oh, hell, yeah, I do.

- Come on, just take a picture.
- All right, all right.

- All right. Ready?
- Yeah.

Smile.

Victim's Nico Kane. He's a pool man.

His boss sent him by
to check on a thermostat glitch,

he never heard back from him,
so he decided to swing by himself.

- Who are the homeowners?
- Nathan and Olivia Cameron.

They're an elderly couple, semi-retired.

They split time between here
and Seattle.

House has been empty
for over a month.

Max, what do we know?

Two gunshot wounds to the thorax.

Based on the body temp and degree
of coagulation in the blood pool,

I estimate the TOD
to be roughly two hours ago.

The trajectory of the rounds
and the position of the body

suggest that the victim was shot
by somebody inside the house.

He died when he fell

and there was no effort
to move the body.

There's no sign of forced entry.
Door was open and the key in the lock.

There's valuables for the taking,
but nothing seems to be missing.

Where did Nico get the key?

Flower pot.
The owner kept the key there,

in case Nico needed to get
to the control panel for the pool.

Also trusted him with the alarm code.

How many other people had access
to this house?

One. A friend of the family
checks in on this place

a couple times a week
when they're away.

Okay, so maybe the friend
mistakes Nico for an intruder,

shoots him, then panics and runs off.

Maybe. But this friend isn't really
the shooter type. She's just a kid.

Dawn Hatfield, she's a sophomore
at Waikiki Community College.

She's never had a run-in with the law.

H.P.D.'s trying to track her down now.

If she's the only person
who had access to this house

and she didn't pull the trigger,

who did?

I'm thinking
whoever did the interior decorating.

Come on.

This make sense to any of you guys?

I've seen similar measures taken
at other crime scenes

to mask the odor
of a decomposing human body.

Yeah, but in this case,
the body's out there.

So, what the hell was going on
in here?

Neighbor said she saw a sanitation truck
come by this morning to empty her bin.

Nothing unusual about that.

No, but when she went
to pull it back up, it felt heavy,

so she looked inside

and found a big bag of trash
someone else dumped in there.

So she flagged me down,

thought it might have something to do
with our murder investigation.

You don't remember me, do you?

No. I'm sorry, I don't.

Pua Kai.

Pro Bowl weekend last year.

I helped you crack a monster case.

Oh, yeah, right. Now I remember. Yeah.

I figured you would.

You may also remember,
we kind of had a moment.

Yeah, we did, didn't we?

Yeah, and look at you now.

You followed through
and you became a cop.

Graduated top third of my class.

Well, I'm not surprised.
You seem like a really sharp guy.

- Mind if I ask you something?
- Yeah. Sure.

How do you feel
about workplace romances?

You mean, like you and me?

I was just wondering if you'd
ever consider dating a colleague.

Uh...

- You like sushi?
- Yeah. I love sushi.

Pua, I have a boyfriend.

Scale of one to ten, how serious is it?

Ten.

Look, you're a really sweet guy.

I'm very flattered. I really am.

Well, in case things go sideways
with Mr. Ten,

I'm around, but the offer's limited.

Once I get my detective shield,
I'm gonna be a pretty hot catch.

I think you already are.

Now, why don't you show me
what you found.

Hey, boss, over here.

Oh, man, it stinks like paint thinner.

Good nose. Acetone.

Bilayered liquid, acetone.

Those air fresheners were there
to mask the odor of chemicals.

Looks like our vic walked in
on somebody cooking crystal meth.

Excuse me.

- Dawn Hatfield?
- Yeah?

How you doing?
I'm Steve McGarrett from Five-0.

- Is everything all right?
- I wanna ask you a couple of questions.

- That okay?
- Yeah.

I think I was there three days ago.

Yeah, Tuesday. That was the last time
I checked the house.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah. I'm positive.

Stopped by before my classes.

Okay, you're really starting
to freak me out.

Was there, like, a break-in
or something?

Oh, my God. That's Nico.
That's the Camerons' pool guy.

What happened?

Somebody shot him
from inside of the house.

How well did you know Nico?

I didn't.

Really. I mean, we bumped into
each other a few times at the house.

Can you think of anybody else
that had access to the key

or the alarm code
besides you and Nico?

No. I don't think so.

You never took anybody
to the house with you?

No. The Camerons specifically told me
not to, so I always went alone.

Okay. All right. The last time
you were there was Tuesday?

Yeah. I watered the inside plants,
checked the thermostat,

made sure everything was okay.

Do you remember seeing
anything unusual in the kitchen?

No. It was spotless.

Like it always is.

Why are you asking me
these questions?

Because last Tuesday
the alarm was disarmed

and it was never turned back on again.

Oh, my God.

I... I didn't reset the alarm.

That's how someone got in the house,
isn't it?

So Nico's dead.

This is all my fault.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Physical therapy appointment, huh?

Yeah. Yeah. My mandatory hour of joy
with Nurse Ratched, thanks to you.

- Thanks to me?
- Mm-hm.

What, you gonna blame

- that building collapsing on us on me?
- I am. Yeah.

And how exactly am I responsible?

Well, uh, about four years ago,
you came and knocked on my door

and told me I had to work with you,

so I figure everything terrible that's
happened to me since is your fault.

You're like a cloud, dark cloud,
that never goes away.

Do me a favor,
when you see Nurse Ratched,

have her check your head
while she works the rest of you over,

- because you got damage there too.
- Done? Amber's waiting in the car.

- Amber's waiting in the car?
- Yeah. Amber's waiting in the car.

Huh.

Things must've gone well in Maui then.

They did. You look very surprised.

Well, I mean, a little surprised,

given your propensity
to blow up relationships.

That's funny coming from the guy
whose girlfriend is currently AWOL.

- AWOL?
- Yeah.

I know where she is.
On the mainland visiting friends.

To get away from you.

- Go to PT. Enjoy.
- I will. Thanks.

I hope it hurts. A lot.

- I love you.
- Love you too.

Just checked in with CSU.

So the Cameron house was apparently
wiped clean of any usable prints.

Fong's still processing the trash
we found in the neighbor's bin.

Well, if the inside of that house is any
indication of how good our shooter is

at covering up his tracks,
we're not gonna find anything.

Our perp might not be
as smart as you think.

Pulled data off the wireless modem
in the house.

Someone logged
into the Wi-Fi network multiple times

over the last three days, including
right up until the time of the murder.

I was able to get the user
from pulling an IP address.

Kid named Joseph Son.

No priors. Nothing in the system.

He's a chem major
at Pacific Isle University.

Rents an apartment
two blocks from campus.

A chem major who's obviously way too
smart to cook meth in his own kitchen.

Building's surrounded,
Joseph. Nowhere to run.

Steve, he's headed for the roof.

I got him.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't be stupid.

Joseph, it's all over.

Get on your knees,

put your hands behind your head,
interlock your fingers.

No, no, no, don't do it,
don't do it, don't do it!

Joseph. No! No!

So this kid was more afraid of going
to prison than he was of dying.

I don't think so.

Wouldn't be the first time we've seen
someone take the easy way out.

I'm telling you, Chin.
You didn't see the look in his eyes

before he jumped off that roof.
There was no fear there.

It was anger, hatred.

Fong.

Duke, CSU find anything
in Son's apartment?

Just a laptop. The place was clean.

No evidence
that he was using or selling drugs

or engaging in any criminal activity.

And the neighbors said
he was a great student.

Not too many friends,
pretty much kept to himself.

Nothing in our canvass connected him
with our vic or the Cameron family.

He chose that house for a reason.
We need to find out what that was.

Hey, remember those water bottles

- we found in the trash?
- Yeah.

According to Fong,
there was residue

of hydrochloric acid, sulfuric acid
and hydrogen peroxide inside of them.

Hydrogen peroxide's not used
in cooking meth.

That's because Son
wasn't cooking meth in that kitchen.

He was making a bomb.

Well, ain't that cute?

Waiting
for an autographed picture of me

and that fish I caught this morning?

No, I'm not, but not bad
for a guy in shallow water

with a snorkel and a spear gun.

"Not bad"?

Yeah, you see, real fishermen,

what they do is they dive out
past the jetty, first of all.

We free-dive in at least 30 feet of water.

We don't use a snorkel.

We certainly don't use
a fancy spear gun.

We use a hand spear.

Do you know what a hand spear is?

- Hand spear. Wow.
- Yeah.

Well, excuse me, Jacques Cousteau.

You know,
jealousy is an ugly cloak, my friend.

You do not wear it well.

Jealousy? No, no, no.

Look, that fish
was probably old, depressed,

you know, maybe a little, uh, senile,

you know, swimming around,

looking for a tiger shark
to end his days,

and then bumped into you.

- A senile, depressed fish?
- That's right.

You're some piece of work,
McGarrett, you know that?

All right. To what do I owe
the displeasure of this visit?

- I need your help on something, Lou.
- You got it. What is it?

That jumper out by university,
a kid named Joseph Son.

- Yeah.
- He's the suspect in the murder

of the pool guy up in Lanikai.

At the crime scene,
we found acetone, hydrogen peroxide,

hydrochloric and sulfuric acid.

TATP.

I'm thinking he was building a bomb.

- But for what?
- I don't know. That's why I'm here.

We checked his apartment,
we checked his car.

They're both clean.
No explosives. No contraband.

Think there's other players involved.

Yeah, and I think there's an explosive
device out there somewhere.

Listen, I got a...
I got that sick feeling on this one, Lou.

I can't stop thinking this is a part
of something much bigger.

All right,
I need everybody you got on this.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Is that Son's laptop?
- Yeah.

I just got into some encrypted files.

Son's been chatting over the Internet

with a top-tier al Qaeda figure
in Yemen, for over a year.

Here, have a look.

You know him?

Yeah. That's Muhammad Nazaria.

He's a poster boy
for the American jihadi movement.

And he grew up in a suburb
in Cleveland, Ohio.

He's Ivy League-educated.

Last I heard he was hiding
in some lawless region of Yemen.

Well, he may be in hiding,
but he continues to get his message out.

The thing that worries me
is chats between Nazaria and Son

stopped a few months ago,
after this last exchange.

"Joseph, you must remain strong.

The very definition of jihad is to fight
against and destroy the infidels.

Once you've chosen
this path of righteousness,

you can never abandon it."

And then Son responds:

"You have shown me
I have the heart of a lion.

I'm prepared to sacrifice my life
on this earth

for the good of our noble jihad

until our way is the way of life
for all people."

It's pretty clear from reading
the exchanges over the last year

that Nazaria
has slowly indoctrinated Son

into his own radical way of thinking.

Well, American kids like Joseph Son
becoming radicalized terrorists

is one of the intel community's
biggest fears.

So Customs has Son taking two trips
to Yemen over the past 18 months.

He was traveling on student visa
issued through the university.

Now, I had TSA pull the manifests
from all of his flights,

to see if he was traveling
with someone.

Sure enough, he was.
This kid, Brian Miller.

He was with Son on every single one
of his flights to and from Yemen.

Same as Son. No criminal history.

And no known ties
to any terrorist organizations

that would put him on the radar
of DHS or the FBI.

All right, look, TATP is cheap.

It's easy to make, there's how-to videos
all over the Internet.

It's possible these kids are lone wolves,

inspired by Nazaria, and planning
some kind of attack of their own.

Agh!

Lou, get down!

- I'm good. I got you covered.
- Lou, you okay? Lou?

- Perimeter is secure.
Ten-four.

Two bogies, one on the ground floor,
one on the second floor.

Look at that. Lucky twice in one day.

Copy, two bogies.

You know, only you
can see getting shot as being lucky.

You stay down
until I can get you out of here.

That ain't happening.

It's over, Miller. There's no way out.

Move in! Cover me!

Throw down your weapon,
come out with your hands up!

Unh.

He's done.

Got movement!

Go, go, go!

And give me your hands.

Oh, so you surf, you kill people
and you make bombs, huh?

You're a real Renaissance woman.

I don't think you get it, Dawn.

This is the major leagues, all right?

This is your life, right here in this room.
Right now. This is it.

Okay, anything, anything else happens
as a result of those explosives,

anybody else gets hurt,
anybody else dies,

you're gonna pay for this
for the rest of your life.

You understand what I'm saying to you?

Do you wanna end this?

You can end this right now.

Tell me
where those explosive devices are,

we end this right here, right now.

You think you scare me?

You think I'm afraid?

Go ahead and beat me.

Torture me. Do whatever you like.

Because you'll never get in my head.

Steve, we got something.

Get her over to the Palace.

We're not done.

Look what we found.

This is no small-time,
lone-wolf operation.

No.

They were gearing up for a war.

All right, so we know
that Son, Miller and Dawn Hatfield

were planning an attack
on Hickam Air Force Base.

It's what we don't know that worries me.

Look at this.

Russian-style military weapons,
100 Gs in cash?

Somebody
had to be backing these kids.

FBI's running the three of them,

looking for connections they may have
to players here or overseas.

And H.P.D. and DHS are stepping up
security all across the islands,

especially at military
and government installations.

Do-it-yourself bomb-making
instructions. Nice touch.

Lab is running
handwriting comparisons

to the samples that we recovered
from Son, Miller and the girl.

No match.

We assume the worst and operate as
if whoever drew up these instructions

are still right here
on the ground on Oahu.

Yeah, and that there might be
other cells out there waiting to strike.

All right, look,
the military sends all IEDs

used in attacks against coalition forces
to an FBI warehouse near Quantico.

They also keep a library of documents

recovered from raids on al Qaeda
and Taliban safe houses.

I'll get everything and send it to them.

Let's see if we can match
the designs of these devices

or the handwriting in these documents
to anyone in the database,

see if we can find these kids' partner.

The Symbionese Liberation Army,

the BLA,

the United Freedom Front,

you know what all these groups
have in common, Dawn?

They all attacked their own country
and they all lost.

Those soldiers were either killed
or sent to prison.

You understand
what I'm trying to tell you?

This little jihad
or whatever it was you had going,

it's over, it's finished, okay?
It's history.

The only thing left for you right now
is to save yourself.

Now, I know you weren't acting alone.
I know that you had help.

I want names.

But while you're thinking about that,
help me understand something.

Help me understand
how somebody like you,

a smart, standout high-school athlete
from Seattle,

born in the greatest nation on earth,
turns against her own people?

You are not my people.

Who are your people?

Allah has cursed the unbelievers
and proposed for them a blazing hell.

Okay. You should have it now.

Got it.

Good news is these instructions
are fairly detailed.

And the Arabic dialect used is unique
to the Hazara region of Afghanistan.

That should narrow it down a bit.

I can get even more specific.

This is definitely designed
to be a roadside bomb.

TATP used to initiate the charge,
C-4 used as the explosive,

and the combination of nails,
ball bearings and gravel projectiles

- make it very unique.
- Okay, so you've seen this before.

IEDs like this have been used
in the area around Kandahar

over last couple of years. That's where
I'll start looking in the database.

- Okay, thanks.
- I'll be in touch.

There was enough hardware in that
house to make three bombs, Dawn.

Why don't you tell me your plan?

Maybe detonate an IED on the road
leading into the Air Force Base?

Wipe out some innocent soldiers,
then a couple of secondary devices

to shred up the first responders?
That sound about right?

Innocent soldiers?

They drop bombs
thousands of feet in the air,

killing innocent women and children
like cowards.

Cowards?

You wanna talk about cowards?

You should have said so.
Okay, let's talk about cowards.

Why don't we start
with your boy Nazaria, your mentor?

Let's start with him. Where is he?

He's hiding in a cave
in the mountains of Yemen.

You think that traitor cares about you?

You think that piece of garbage gives
a damn that your friends are dead

and that you're gonna spend
the rest of your God-forsaken life

rotting in some federal prison?

Muhammed Nazaria is a warrior.

He's a soldier of God,

pursuer of the truth and the light, okay?

He is the leader.

Leaders lead from the front.

And I don't see him, do you?

Where is he?

Don't you get it, Dawn?

They found you, okay?

Because they look for people like you.

Look for people who are vulnerable,
people who are emotionally fragile,

who have a big wound on the inside,

who are trying to get back
at somebody for something.

Make you feel like you're
an important part of something,

a cause, a cause bigger than you.

So big, in fact,
that it's worth giving your life for.

I am a soldier of Allah,

and we must fight you as you fight us.

Those of us that believe must fight
in the cause of God.

What are you talking about?

These words coming out your mouth,
they're not even your words.

They're phrases that have been
cherry-picked from a holy book

and tailored to fit the lies
they've told you.

Listen to me, all right?

I get that it was rough growing up.

Your mom was an alcoholic,

your old man,
he was never around, I get it.

How old were you when he died?
You were, like, 8 or 9, right?

I lost my old man too.
I know what it's like to lose a parent.

I didn't lose him.

He died, okay?

He died fighting your imperialistic war
against the peaceful children of Allah.

You're wrong.

Your dad was a hero, okay?

He was a patriot, a soldier fighting
for his country, Dawn.

You gotta remember him.
What would he make of all this?

You gotta know, somewhere inside you,
that this is wrong.

Some shred of regret.

My only regret is that you stopped me.

Yo, your friend at Quantico's
got something you should see.

All right.

So the FBI matched
the evidence we sent

to two devices used
in two separate bombing incidents.

One of those devices
targeted a U.S. military convoy

traveling down a highway
outside of Kandahar in June 2012.

We lost four Marines that day.

There was one survivor,
Marine Sergeant Kirk Emerson.

He survived, but he lost parts
of both legs and an arm in the attack.

He's recovering in a VA hospital
in San Diego.

Now, the IED that was used

was processed by the FBI
as soon as it hit the warehouse,

because it was used
in a fatal attack on our soldiers.

Right. The components were too fried,
couldn't get any DNA or fingerprints.

Right. In November of 2012,
an Army EORT

recovered an identical device
buried on the side

of the same highway
leading into Kandahar.

That bomb failed to detonate,
it was recovered intact

- then sent to Quantico for processing.
- And?

Well, because it wasn't involved
in a fatal attack,

it was set in backlog,
waiting processing until right now.

But the FBI thinks they may
have found some usable prints.

Okay, we got several good lifts
off the device.

We also got a hit
in the immigration database.

Their faces should be showing up
on your screen in a second.

According to TSA, these two arrived
on your island 18 months ago

as legal refugees
from Kandahar, Afghanistan.

These animals just walk into our country?
Through the front door?

Immigration granted them
refugee status last year.

Well, how does that happen?

Because until you pointed us
in the direction of that IED in backlog,

we had no evidence linking these men

to any militant activities
or terrorist groups.

They live a couple miles
from the base.

Well, we got the students.

Let's go get the teachers.

Come on, Mika! Move your feet!

Move your feet, Mika!

Shoot it! Shoot it!

Yes! Good play! Excellent play!

Police! Out of the way!

Uday Jahani!
Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground now.

Put your hands behind your head.
Turn around.

On your knees. Turn around.

You're under arrest.

Stand up.

Turn around.

Rahim Ahad! Get down on your knees!
On your knees!

I said, get down!

Put your hands
behind your back. You're under arrest

for the murder of four American
servicemen in Afghanistan

and for conspiracy
to commit acts of terror

against the United States of America.
Get up.

Take a good look.

This is what your last seconds
of freedom look like.

They wanted to stay loyal to the cause,

but they're nowhere near as loyal
as their star pupil.

You see, these men, they got families,
they got kids they wanna see again.

So, uh, they gave everything up.

The plan to bomb the Air Force Base,

the network leading back to Yemen,
the money trail,

they even gave up
Nazaria's safe house.

It's all over.

The only thing I need out of you, Dawn,

is why.

I understand
why these guys hate us.

From the day they were born,

they've been bred to believe
that we are the enemy.

But you, with the opportunities
and the freedoms you were born with,

- with the life...
- You think you know me.

But you know nothing about me.

I know that your dad
was probably your last chance,

and when he died,
you lost your way.

You're pretty proud of yourself,
aren't you?

Brian and Joseph are dead.

You've got me in a cage,
wrapped up neatly in a bow.

Do you think we're the only ones?

We're not.

There are many more like me.

We're your neighbors.

We serve your coffee,
wash your cars.

And we will never stop fighting

until every single person
who walks this earth accepts Islam

and all the wonders of God.

That's never gonna happen.

Not in this country, anyway,

because for every one of you,
there's a thousand of me.

And just like you,
we're willing to die for the cause too.

And no matter what you do,

no matter how hard you come at us,

you will never change
the way we think

and you will never, ever
change the way we live.

You wanted to sacrifice your life
for the cause, right?

Congratulations.

You just did.

Thank you.

Dawn Hatfield is being charged
with murder and criminal conspiracy.

- She's looking at life, plus.
- Couldn't happen to nicer lady.

She'll have plenty of time
to come to her senses.

Do me a favor. You hear me complain
about my PT ever again,

I want you to punch me
in the head. Okay?

Okay.

Good job.

- Excuse me. Kirk Emerson?
- That's right.

I'm Steve McGarrett.

- This is Danny Williams.
- Hey, man.

We're with the Five-0 Task Force
in Hawaii.

You are a long way from home.
What can I help you with?

Help us? No, uh, you've done enough.

What? This? Nah.

I'm just doing my job, man.

Call it a bad day at the office.

Kirk, we've got some news for you

that we felt you deserved
to hear in person.

Yesterday, we broke apart a terror plot
on the island of Oahu.

It was targeting American soldiers
stationed at Hickam Air Force Base.

I heard about that.
It's been all over the news.

Yeah. Well, we did withhold
some information

because we wanted
to tell you something personally.

The two Afghan nationals
that we put away,

they're the same two men who
attacked your convoy in Afghanistan,

wounded you
and killed your buddies.

You have no idea what that means.

For you to come all this way
and tell me that in person.

Look, we know it's not gonna
bring your friends back. We know that,

but we were hoping maybe it'd help
you sleep at night a little better,

knowing that the men responsible are...

They're gonna finally pay
for what they did.

How do you say "thank you"
in Hawaiian?

Mahalo.

Mahalo.

Hey. No thanks necessary.
We're just doing our job.

You can call this one a good day
at the office, I think, right?

Oorah.

Semper fi.

Woo-hoo.

Got that right, bruddah.

I would not have guessed that.

Okay, look, this is my fracture
two weeks ago and this is it today.

See the difference?

- Oh. Nice rack, bruddah.
- What do you mean?

Ribs. Nice.

Oh, right.
Everything's about food with you.

Not a lot of meat
on that bone though, huh?

So you, too, with the food.
That's odd. Okay.

If there ever is a planetary famine,

please remind me
not to be near these two.

Hey, thanks a lot for inviting me.

Hey. Yeah.

Um, Pua, you know this is not a date,
right?

- We're just friends.
- That's cool.

Uh, I mean, I was wondering
if you had a cousin.

You know,
someone who kind of looks like you?

Exactly like you?

No, I don't, Pua.

Or anyone will do.

That's kind of freaky.

All right.

Enjoy.

Mm. Have mercy.
Will you look at my fish?

She sure does clean up nice,
don't she?

She sure does.

Well, listen, ladies and gentlemen,

before we dig in,
I'd just like to take the time

to say a few words
about my worthy opponent.

Here we go.

To become so strong and mighty,

you've spent many years
in the depths of the ocean,

avoiding the nets of the trawlers,
dodging the fisherman's spear...

- Did you write this?
- No, this is all him.

- That's good, I like it. Keep going.
- You were not one to be fooled

- by the baited hook, Amen.

- Or by the shiny lure, oh, no.
- Hallelujah.

You knew no fear,

for you were king of the sea.

That is, until that fateful moment
yesterday,

when you swam around that reef
and found yourself

looking deeply into the eyes
of a mighty warrior.

Stop. Stop there. We're done,
we're bored, we're hungry.

- Pass the damn fish around the table.
- I'm not bored.

Fine, fine. Let's eat. Let me get a little
of this first, see how that is. Oh.

Mm.

It's like liquid.
It's just melts in your mouth. I just...

That's good.

Go ahead, move that around
in your mouth. How you like that?

- How's that taste?
- You know what?

It tastes like a suicidal fish
who gave his life to pump up your ego.

Yeah, you're just gonna keep
right on flogging that dead horse.

- No, just keeping it real, man.
- Real? Let me tell you what's real.

You, me, fish-off. This weekend.

Biggest catch wins.

Anyone wanna take the action here?
Who? Who?

I'm holding the book.

- Got McGarrett opening at 2-to-1.
- What?

Based on experience
and local knowledge.

All right. I'll take, uh...
I'll take Grover for 20, just because.

Good.

- No? All right, I'll take Grover for 40.
- Ow!

So, what's it gonna be?

Uh-oh.

Mm.

Hmm.

You're on.