All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.S05E11.1080p.BluRay.Remux.eng

- Whoa!
- This is so awesome.

- I can see the ocean.
- Check this out.

Oh, here's fine.

It's three regular rooms put together.

- Look at all these snacks.
- Look at this view.

- I call this bed.
- Thanks.

Bryan, it's amazing.

Well, this trip's been
a long time coming.

Figured I'd go big, heh.

- Mom, can I have these jelly beans?
- If she gets jelly beans,

then I'm watching
Hot Tub Time Machine 2.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

Nobody's gonna
watch or eat anything.

We came to Hawaii
for a nice family vacation,

not to sit in a hotel room,
binging on candy and pay-per-view.

They're just restless
from being on planes all day.

Okay, look, tell you what.

Why don't you take them
down to the pool for some lunch?

I'll unpack everything,
bring down the suits,

we all go for a swim? Yeah?

- Yeah.
- All right.

- Come on, come on! Let's go!
- Let's go surfing.

You're a lock for dad of the year.

- Get out of here.
- Thanks. You're the best.

Let's get some towels.

Oh, my God.
We're going to play in the lazy river...

What'd you forget?

I'll kill you! Why you did that?

I'm sorry!
What makes you the boss?

I'm sorry! I... No! I love you!

- I'm sorry!
- You son of a gun.

- No!
- Hey, hey, hey!

- What the hell's going on here?
- Thank God you're here.

- Talk some sense into him.
- What are you doing?

Flippa decided to enter us
into Shrimpapalooza.

- Is that a real thing?
- Oh, it's legit.

It's the shrimp cook-off
that was started

by one of the food blogs.

We win that,
our Yelp rating will explode.

That's great. Sounds like
it'd be great for business, no?

Yeah, except the part
he forgot to mention.

We're competing against Choy.

Sam Choy?
The Sam Choy, celebrity chef?

And godfather of Hawaiian cuisine.

And when we lose to him,

it's gonna kill our rep
and my business.

You're losing
to a local culinary legend,

- there's no shame in that.
- Read the sign.

No one's gonna eat
second best shrimp.

Aah, I'm gonna kill you.

What's that gonna solve...
Is that gonna solve anything?

It won't.
But it gonna feel real good.

Listen to me, I might know
somebody who can help.

But do you think you can refrain

from murdering Flippa
while I make a call?

Yeah. Can I mess him up
just a little bit?

- No.
- No.

Clear a path.
Get out of the way.

Get out of the way!

Vic's name is Bryan Wallace.

Just got here from
Grand Rapids, Michigan.

Fifteen minutes after
he checks into the hotel,

gets shot at point-blank range.

- Any witnesses?
- No, not yet.

Family was at the pool
when it happened.

From what we can make of it,
it just looks like a robbery.

Well, according to the wife,

the only suitcase that's missing
is the husband's carry-on.

- What was in it?
- She doesn't know.

She says it's the only bag
she didn't pack herself.

Okay, so our shooter ignores
all these valuables,

grabs what he came for
and then just takes off.

Clearly, he was after something
our victim brought with him,

- and he was willing to kill for it.
- The question is, what?

We've been taking statements
from anyone in the lobby.

So far, no one recalls
seeing anyone suspicious.

What about security cameras?

Got my best guy poring
through the footage.

Great.

Officer Kai, back in the saddle?

I told Gene here I used to
work this gig over at the Marriott.

He was kind enough
to let me take the wheel.

- Still got the touch, I see.
- Indeed, I do.

But, full disclosure,

your window of opportunity
has finally closed.

I've been in an exclusive
relationship for three weeks.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Well, who's the lucky girl?

Her name is Brenda.
Met her at a karaoke bar.

My rendition of "Love ls a Battlefield"

closed the deal.

Bold choice.
I'm sure you hit those high notes.

Check out this suitcase.

Yeah, that matches the
description of our stolen bag.

- Can you punch in on those tags?
- Sure.

Flight 27 out of Gerald Ford.

That's the same flight
as our victim.

- Then that's our shooter.
- We still need to I.D. him.

- Can you pull every angle on this?
- You got it, sister.

Heard from the hospital.
Bullet's inches from his heart.

He's in surgery now,
but it's pretty much touch and go.

- Well, let's hope he pulls through.
- Yeah.

So I had TSA send over
the x-ray of our stolen bag.

It was scanned right before Wallace
boarded his flight in Grand Rapids.

- What do we got?
- Some clothes,

toiletries, a couple of magazines.

That's hardly anything
worth shooting somebody over.

Which means there's something
that we're not seeing.

Or maybe this ain't about the bag.

You think this robbery
might be a smoke screen for a hit?

Yeah, it could be. Here we are
talking about a suitcase

instead of who might
want Wallace dead.

Well, maybe that's
the question we need to ask.

I don't think
this is a good plan, bro.

It's the only one we got.

Oh, Steve McGarrett.

- How are you?
- Konnichiwa, Chef Morimoto.

- My friend, Chef Kamekona.
- Hi.

Oh, we just got fresh ono
so you must stay for lunch.

I got to rain-check, chef.

But I was kind of hoping you could
do my friend Kamekona a favor.

Right, well, you see, chef,

I'm competing in a shrimp cook-off
and the competition is mad intense.

I'm gonna really have to
bring it to have a chance.

So we figured, who better
to help me step up my game

than an actual Iron Chef.

Oh, you want me to
teach you how to cook?

No. I want you to
teach me how to win.

Be my sensei.
Like Mr. Myagi in Karate Kid.

The movie? Ralph Macchio?

Yes, Pat Morita.

Wax on. Wax off.

Yeah, "paint the fence," yeah.

But I'm not running cooking school.

Sorry, no.

- Okay. Sorry, big guy. Tried.
- That's okay.

Maybe he'll give me
a job washing dishes

when we lose to Choy.

Choy? You said Sam Choy?

Yeah, Sam Choy, yeah.
He's competing in the cook-off.

Okay, Daniel-san, I will train you.

And together we will
destroy him, Sam Choy.

That's awesome.
Chef, domo arigato.

- Thank you.
- Hey, congratulations.

I'll leave you to it, okay?

Yeah, Lou, what do you got?

Well, we looked into
our vic, Bryan Wallace.

This guy sure picked a
hell of a time to go on a vacation.

What are you talking about?

Wallace lost his job
as a consultant five months ago.

He hasn't collected
a paycheck since.

Wait, if he's broke and out of work,

what's he doing taking his family
on an expensive trip?

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would he keep something
like that from me?

The kids. He promised them.

- What did he promise?
- This trip.

They've been talking
about coming to Hawaii

ever since they saw it
on one of their TV shows.

Then last Christmas...

he promised to take them.

If he had told me
what had happened with work,

I would have made him cancel.

I just feel so terrible
that he had to keep this to himself.

That's not important right now.

The most important thing is that
your husband gets through this

and he has you and your children
to support him.

I promise you,

we're gonna do everything we can
to find out who did this, okay?

- Thank you.
- Of course.

I'm gonna go check with the doctors
to see if they have an update.

- Sure.
- Yeah, of course.

Tell me, how do you keep your wife
in the dark about something like that?

When the governor
took my badge, I lost my job,

I thought I was never
gonna work again.

Now, I went home
and put a brave face on

for Renee and the kids, but, man...

When you're alone at night
and think about the prospect

of not being able
to take care of your family,

you know what kind of a load
that is to carry?

Pride, brother.

It is one of the seven deadlies.

Makes you do things
you otherwise wouldn't.

All right, so if Wallace
is capable of lying to his family,

what else could
he have been hiding?

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say our shooter's camera shy.

He definitely knew
where the cameras were positioned

and was careful to avoid them.

That's every angle we have.

None of them caught
an image of his face.

Maybe this kid did.

Hotel towel says

- he's probably a guest here.
- Thanks.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Yeah, I'm gonna
need to see your phone.

I wasn't looking at those websites.

I swear, my friend borrowed my cell.

That sounds like a
reasonable defense.

I'm only interested in the photos
you took in the lobby.

So, please, hand it over.

I'll tell you what. I'll trade you.

For what?

My homeboys are gonna flip
when I send them this.

Okay, I ever see that photo online,

you're spending the rest
of your puberty behind bars.

- Kono, what do you got?
- Got an I.D. on our shooter.

He's a Belgian national
named Lukas Janssen.

Interpol has him connected to a string
of robberies throughout Europe.

Well, how did our vic get
mixed up with a guy like that?

He didn't. He just shared
a connecting flight with him.

Janssen was
coming in from Antwerp

and he just happened to be seated
next to the entire Wallace family.

But this is where it gets
interesting, though.

While the plane's in the air,

TSA gets word that Lukas is
smuggling stolen artwork into Hawaii.

But when he lands,
they don't find anything.

They let him go.
And less than an hour later,

Janssen shoots Bryan Wallace
in his hotel room

and takes only one thing:

A carry-on suitcase that was
stored in the airplane's cabin.

A suitcase that he had access to
throughout the entire flight.

All right, Janssen
must have suspected

they were gonna search him
when he landed.

So Janssen slips whatever
he's smuggling into Wallace's bag,

tracks the guy down at his hotel,

shoots him and then
gets his bag back.

Well, it looks like Wallace's luck
just went from bad to worse.

- Nicole Booth?
- Yes.

Steve McGarrett.
This is Captain Lou Grover.

I understand you called TSA
with the tip about Lukas Janssen.

That's right.
My firm chartered a flight

as soon as we heard
that he was en route.

Thank you.

- Wait. You're an insurance agent?
- Recovery specialist.

And if you don't mind,
I'd like to see Janssen right now.

That's going to be a little difficult.

- We don't have him.
- What do you mean?

Janssen got past TSA by hiding
whatever he was smuggling

in another passenger's bag.

Now that passenger's in surgery,
fighting for his life.

This isn't just about
a piece of stolen art.

We're investigating
an attempted murder.

Look, I'm sorry to hear that,

but with all due respect,
I'm working a case too.

And if I don't recover that piece,
it's going to cost my firm $55 million.

What did this guy steal?

Vincent van Gogh's Vase with Irises.

It was stolen from
the Bremen Museum in 2012.

Bishop & Copley Insurance
holds the policy

and is on the hook for the full value.

According to Interpol,

Janssen was investigated
for the heist, but never charged.

This guy is meticulous
in both planning and in execution.

I mean, short of
catching him in the act,

your only chance to nail him
is when he unloads the artwork.

- Which is why Janssen's here.
- Okay, wait a minute.

If this was stolen three years ago,
why's he only moving it now?

The hardest part
in trafficking art isn't stealing,

it's converting it into cash.

Especially when you're
dealing with a van Gogh.

I mean, there's only a handful of
potential buyers for a piece like that.

But it just so happens
that the wealthiest collectors

are gathered here
in Hawaii this week.

The Pacific Art Forum.

It's a big international art event
they hold in Honolulu.

And where the
legitimate art world gathers,

there's a black market
that travels with it.

So Janssen's
just following the money.

All right. How does he go about
finding a buyer?

Very carefully. These transactions
occur in the shadows.

Communications
through back channels,

often using a middleman
to broker the deal.

So we find the middleman,
we find Janssen.

Why don't I get a list of attendees

and run it against
the FBI's database?

Don't bother. The guy that we want
isn't in any criminal database.

Gerard Hirsch.

See, on paper he's clean.
A respected art appraiser.

But to insiders,
he's a black market facilitator,

dealing in stolen art
and high-end forgeries.

He's also a notorious perv.

Good. We'll be able to get
some leverage on him.

We just need some bait.

Oh, no.

Welcome.

Lot 16 from 1888...

I must say, you two clean up nicely.

The Bentley was
a nice touch, as well.

Asset forfeiture, my dear.
They make the best loaners.

Two million three.
Thank you. At two million three now.

Lloyd's bid at two million three.
Not yours, Mr. Park.

At $2,300,000.

It's brilliant, isn't it?

It perfectly embodies
the ideals of neo-Spatialism,

while simultaneously critiquing the
commercialization of the movement.

I take it this isn't
just a hobby for you?

What gave me away?

Gerard Hirsch. Appraisals.

- Naomi Lin. Acquisitions.
- Two million five.

Two million, five hundred
and fifty thousand dollars.

How about two-six? Two million six.

Two million six-fifty?

Now, there's a man
who knows what he wants.

Tell me about it. He's my boss.

Oh, your boss has excellent taste.

Well, perhaps. But, um, to him,
art is just a commodity.

Something you buy high
and sell higher.

Shame not to be appreciative
of what you have.

Ahem. Actually, you know,
if you wouldn't mind,

there is, uh, something
I'd love to get your eyes on.

Look at her.
She's reeling him right in.

- I'm not on the list?
- Who is that guy?

What? Of course I'm on the list.
Give me that.

- See? I'm right there.
- You gotta be kidding me.

- Hey, Kono...
- What are you doing?

Researching my book
on the CIA's use of art sales

to covertly fund
a moon colonization project.

- What are you doing?
- Working a case.

Oh, I see, undercover.
Looking good, commander.

Nicole, this is Jerry.

Nicole Booth.
Bishop & Copley Insurance.

Really, Bishop & Copley?

Wow, you must've worked
the Pordenone case.

Yes, I did.

I'd love to interview you for my book.

Yeah, maybe.

Looks like he took the bait.

It's the pressure.

It's affecting my game.

Problem is,
you are cooking from here.

You should be cooking from here.

To be your best,
you must search within yourself.

Rediscover your passion.

That's heavy.

Tell me, who did you train under?

Trigger Mike.

I'm not familiar
with Chef Trigger Mike.

I should hope not. He ran the mess
up at Halawa Correctional.

Gave me my first job in a kitchen.

I became pretty good at it too.

My butter shrimp was so famous,

the night guards used to
sneak in the fresh catch.

I used to grill them up
in my cell on a hot plate

that ran off a car battery.

Some of the best meals
I ever cooked.

Show me that.

This is how you will beat Choy.

Now we just work
on your technique.

I picked it up in
San Miguel last week.

The seller clearly
underestimated its collectability.

You can tell more about a painting's
provenance by looking at its back.

The gallery labels,
the patina of the frame,

even the nails used
to secure the canvas...

They all tell a story.

And what story does this tell you?

Unfortunately,
that this piece is a forgery.

Albeit a very good one.

I spent $80,000
of company money on this piece.

You're telling me it's worthless?

I'm sorry.
You could go after the seller,

but I'm guessing
he demanded payment in cash.

If that's the case,
then he's long gone.

My boss is going to fire me.
If he doesn't kill me first.

I may have a solution
to your problem.

Please.

I'll do anything.

I could write up an appraisal,

vouching for the piece's authenticity.

That way,
you can unload it at auction.

And your problem becomes, well...

someone else's problem.

I am so glad that you said that.

Five-0! Gerard Hirsch, get your
hands where I can see them!

- What is this?
- Your problem. And it's a big one.

We got you on conspiracy
to commit fraud.

And once the FBI starts looking
into every sale you've ever touched,

who knows how many more
counts you'll be facing?

The only way to help yourself now
is by helping us.

Meet Tom Emery.
According to Hirsch,

he's one of the biggest buyers
of stolen art in the world.

And he's holding a private party
today at his Kahala mansion

- to show off his collection.
- And add to it.

This party is known among insiders

to be the place to buy
and sell stolen artwork.

A stolen art swap meet?

Seems like a good place
to unload a hot van Gogh.

Janssen will be there, guaranteed.

I want us inside that party
when Janssen shows up.

Security's gonna be tight.

No one's gonna be allowed
without being vetted.

Thankfully, Hirsch is on the list,

and he's willing to vouch
for Chin and me.

Grover and I are gonna
lead the entry team.

As soon as you guys give us word
that Janssen is on site, we'll move in.

- I'll notify SWAT.
- I'll find something to wear.

- Hey, Jerry.
- Shh. Don't say my name.

Just be cool and meet me
in the hallway.

- Jerry, what's this?
- When I got home,

I checked my research
and realized I made a mistake.

- A mistake about what?
- Bishop & Copley.

The insurance company
Nicole claims to work for.

It turns out they did not
handle the Pordenone case.

Well, then why didn't she correct
you when you said they did?

Maybe because she's not
who she says she is.

Just hang on a minute,
and I can explain.

What's to explain?
I know who you are.

You're a bounty hunter
who tracks lost and stolen

pieces of art
for massive rewards, right?

And based on the warrants
out for your arrest

in Athens and Budapest,

it's clear you don't have
a problem bending the law.

Look, this isn't just
a payday for me, all right?

I track these pieces down,

and I return them
to their rightful owners.

So what if I have to
bend the rules sometimes?

Hey, Bryan Wallace is laying
in a hospital room fighting for his life.

And while I've been out there trying
to catch the guy who put him there,

you've been lying to me.

The really crazy part is
I still need your help.

There's dozens of artworks
and buyers who need to be I.D.'d.

See, here's the deal.

We get Janssen.

You get to return the van Gogh
and collect the reward.

The whole $1.5 million of it.

Girl's got to eat, right?

Yeah, flying private
can't be cheap, either.

Look, thank you, really.

I promise I'll be up front
moving forward,

and help any way I can, really.

All right, good.

You're not gonna be working alone.
You should know that.

You mad at me for outing you?

No, I'm just enjoying the pungent
aroma of those chips you're eating.

Mango Habanero.

Got to stay fueled up
on these long stakeouts.

Oh, by the way, if nature calls...
I got you covered.

- Put that away. That's disgusting.
- All right, guys. All right, heads up.

Our guys just landed.

Thank you.

I ordered some spyglasses
off the back of a comic book once.

Not as cool as these.

Uh, Mr. Hirsch?

Mr. Park, Ms. Lin.

Thank you. Enjoy the event.

Entry team, stand by.
Players on set.

Running facial rec.
Should have a guest list for you shortly.

Chin, you got
any sign of the subject?

Negative.

Guys, none of these
paintings are coming up as stolen.

Something ain't right here.

Here comes our host now.

Tom. This is Mr. Park.

Ms. Lin.

I hear you had quite the haul today.
Did you bid on the Richter?

Unsuccessfully, I'm afraid.
Frozen out at $7 million.

There's always that one
that gets away.

I suppose I'll have to find a way
to spend my money here today.

Well, then...

why don't I show you
where we keep the good stuff?

Holy mother lode.

- Oh, my God.
- Wait.

Those paintings were stolen
from the Himerman in '72.

And that piece
is from the Doscher heist.

I'm told it's human nature
to want what you cannot have.

Thankfully, I wouldn't know.

This is quite the collection.

I'd ask how you put it together,
but I'm guessing you'd rather not say.

Discretion is key.

But what's the point in owning
something so rare and expensive

if you cannot show it off
to your friends?

If you'll excuse me,
I have some business to attend to.

We got eyes on the subject.
Janssen is here.

All right, move, move!

All right, entry team,
be ready to roll!

Be advised. Subject is on the move.

Emery's taking
Janssen into the office.

Looks like they're
about to make a deal for...

Chin, say again your last.

Chin? Kono?

Jerry? Jerry, we lost Chin and Kono.
What's going on?

I don't know.
But I suddenly lost cell service.

Yeah, me too.

Someone's using a signal jammer.

Move!

- On the floor right now!
- Down! Down! On the floor!

- On the ground!
- Everybody down!

If it wasn't already obvious,

this is a robbery.

SWAT's established a perimeter.

Every entry point in the house
is locked down.

Got to be a way to breach.

Not without calling attention,
and that endangers the hostages.

You guys see
what's happening here, right?

Janssen's trading up.

The van Gogh was just his way in
so he could boost Emery's collection.

Yeah, and judging from the gunfire,

he's got at least four or five
accomplices with him

armed with automatic weapons.

I don't get it.
We had eyes on the place.

Every guest was checked going in.

How did he get a bunch of guys
in there with guns?

How is he planning on getting out?

After that alarm went off,

this place became as impenetrable
as the Dreadfort.

What?

Game of Thrones? Anyone?

I don't know what you're talking about,
but I do know this is all by design.

If the alarm went off,
it's because Janssen wanted it to.

And you can be certain
he's got an exit strategy.

Well, the guy's best card
is the hostages.

Maybe he's gonna play
that to negotiate.

Yeah, and if he finds out
that Chin and Kono are cops,

they're the first ones
he's gonna leverage.

I could reach out to my contacts
at the security companies.

If we can track down
the schematics,

there may be a way that we could
remotely override the alarm.

That's smart.
Okay, thank you, Nicole.

Listen, even if SWAT
could breach this place right now,

I wouldn't make the call.

Not without knowing
where the hostages were,

how many shooters we got in there.
We'd just be going in there blind.

There's got to be a way to reestablish
communication with Chin and Kono.

Well, theoretically speaking,

I suppose there is a way
to crash a signal jammer.

- Okay.
- If I could tap the frequency...

I don't care how
you do it. Do it, okay?

- Can you do it now?
- Copy that.

H.P.D.'s response time
was supposed to be four minutes,

yet the cops already
have the place surrounded.

But the only way that's possible

is if they were tipped off
before the alarm was triggered.

Yeah, find out how.

Holy crap! I did it!

All right, Jerry, I got the feed up here.
Patch me through to their corns.

You got it.

Please hold for Steve McGarrett.

- Go ahead.
- All right, guys.

Just listen, don't say anything.
We don't want to draw any attention.

Kono, nod
if all the hostages are okay.

- Good.
- All right, Chin,

I need you to show me the shooters
and where they're positioned.

All right, stand by, guys.

We've got six threats all armed
with Steyr machine pistols.

Three at the north
watching the hostages,

the other three with the artwork.

All right, I'll have SWAT
ready as soon as we can make entry.

- Tell me you got the schematics.
- I did.

There's something here
I need you to see.

This is the office, which doubles up
as a fortified panic room

when Emery needs to be
holed up inside the house.

But here's where he takes
his paranoia to the next level.

This is a tunnel.
As in an escape tunnel.

Wait. Janssen was in the office
when the alarm was tripped.

That tunnel is how he
and his boys got into this house.

And that's how
he's gonna take the art out.

- We have a problem.
- Hmm?

The police took out
our signal jammer.

Collect everyone's phones,
and make sure they are turned off.

Already done.
I'm still showing a signal.

Only it's radio, not cellular.

And it's coming
from inside the house.

We've got cops in here.

This is the mouth of the tunnel,

it's about 200 yards from here.

This is where we'll be positioned.

Once we detain
Janssen and his men

and get them out of there,
then we go back in

and we secure the hostages, copy?

Guys? It's Jerry.

- We got a problem.
- Jerry, what's in his hand?

Signal finder. He's looking for
an outgoing frequency.

Yeah, it's them.

You two...

Hand over your earpieces.

I'm still registering a signal.

If anyone tries coming in here,

your people die first.

All right, H.P.D.
and emergency personnel

are staying put
to help secure the hostages.

Nobody moves until Janssen
and his men are all in cuffs.

I'm not gonna put Chin
and Kono at more risk.

All right, gentlemen,
we got six hostiles

about to poke their heads out
and get a surprise.

Any of them tries to engage you,
you light that ass up.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm afraid that this...

is where we say goodbye.

Au revoir.

Get back from the bag.

- Close to the walls.
- It's locked.

The gallery is hermetically sealed.

The doors only open from outside.

Oh, I know that look.
All right, what's going on?

Janssen's been three steps
ahead of us this whole time.

All right, he eluded TSA.

He made us think
this was about a sale,

when it was actually a heist.

He even used the alarm system
to his advantage by locking us out.

It ain't checkers, it's chess.

I get that, but what do you
think his next move is gonna be?

I don't know, but if Janssen

can get his hands
on those security schematics,

that man is smart enough
to know that we can too.

If anyone tries coming in here,

your people die first.

Do you want to tell me
what you're doing?

- You see that?
- See what?

There, check it out.

The shooters are all wearing
patent leather shoes.

- Guys, you better get back here.
- For what?

Because Janssen's
not coming out that tunnel.

He's going out the front door.

- Move out! Move out!
- Load up! Load up!

Shut it down.

Steady. Steady.

Stand fast. I repeat, stand fast.

Everyone, stay calm.

Everybody close your eyes
and cover your mouth!

Stay low!

- Door's open!
- Move toward the door!

Go! Let's go, let's go!

Let's go!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Paramedics, get in here!

These people
need medical attention.

All right, come on.
Come on, this way.

Hey, cuff this guy.

- And you, keep your nose clean.
- Thanks!

Freeze! Drop your weapon!

Steve, cover me!

Lukas Janssen!
Get them up! Get your hands up.

You're under arrest
for attempted murder,

armed robbery
and a whole bunch of other stuff.

- Get up against the car.
- What happened?

"What happened?"

You just caught the bad guy.
That's what happened.

- Where's Nicole?
- I'm here.

I know I said I'd help any way I can,
but I'm not suicidal.

Let's go.

You all right? Huh?

Need an ambulance or something?

Yeah, you know me.
I just got to walk it off.

Listen, thank you
for keeping your word.

I know you guys could've easily
returned this yourselves.

Well, if law enforcement weren't
barred from collecting cash rewards,

you'd be going home
empty-handed right now.

- It was lovely working with you.
- You too.

I'm glad we both got
what we wanted.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Oh, wait. I forgot to ask,
how's Bryan Wallace doing?

He's doing okay. The doctors say
he should make a full recovery.

I'm glad to hear it.

I hope his luck changes soon.

I'll tell him.

- Hello.
- Steve, it's Chin.

I got word from the FBI that the
paintings we recovered were fakes.

What? How's that possible?

Well, according to Tom Emery,
those paintings were all decoys

and the real ones are stored
in a vault inside his house.

Hold on.
Jerry had the security schematics.

Why didn't we know about the vault?

Because Nicole conveniently omitted
that one page from the file.

Well, there's only
one reason she'd do that.

Like I said, girl's got to eat, right?

I'll make sure the pieces
get back to their rightful owners.

As for the van Gogh,
please see that the reward

goes to someone deserving.

I don't understand.

What kind of person would just
give us this kind of money?

Somebody who figured
you were due for some good luck.

All cooks please report
to your cooking stations at this time.

- KAMEKONA Hey.
- Hey.

I've got to say, Jerry,
you've helped us before,

but you took it from like a four
to an 11 on this one. Thank you.

Yeah, I think hanging out with Steve
is having an effect on you.

Oh, yeah, driving
head-on into a suspect?

Vintage McGarrett.

Now that I have sustained
bodily injury for you guys,

you think I can get that badge?

No, but to show our appreciation,
lunch is on me today.

This isn't lunch.
And besides, it's free.

Right, and as for now,
so are your services.

You brought your own bib?

It's hardly my first rodeo.

Trust me, when the grinds start
coming fast and furious,

you're gonna be wishing
you had one of these babies.

Watch your sauté work.

Don't get sloppy
with the presentation, okay?

Just want to wish you good luck

and say hello to an old friend here.

Hi, Sam. Good to see you.
How's the family? Everything good?

Yeah, Carol and the boys are great.

We've actually been spending
a lot more time back here

since I opened the new place.

You know,
after I signed the contract,

I heard you were
eyeing up the same spot.

I hope there's no hard feelings.

Please, I'm just happy
with your success.

- Good to be catching up.
- Good luck.

Hey, can't wait to taste your food.

We must crush him.

I don't think I can do this.

Of course you can.
You are a shrimp samurai.

All right. All right.

- All right.
- Yeah!

And the winner of the first annual
Shrimpapalooza cook-off...

Kamekona Tupuola!

- Congratulations.
- Awesome.

Chef, thank you.

I don't know what you taught him,
but whatever you taught, it helped.

What helped was my secret ingredient.

Sansho. Special Japanese pepper.

Very, very spicy.

I didn't taste anything spicy at all
in Kamekona's dish.

Of course not. It was not in his dish.

It was Choy's dish.

Cooking is combat...

and I don't lose.