All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.S06E02.1080p.BluRay.Remux.eng

Okay, Sammy,
let's introduce ourselves.

- Earplugs, boys.
- Earplugs.

Fire in the hole!

Arming.

Three, two, one.

Device neutralised.

It's empty.

No explosive device found.

Confirmed, no device.

All clear. That's an all clear.

Take the reins, Jimmy.

- Good work, sergeant.
- Thank you.

Sorry, Greg. Looks like you're
a little overdressed for this dance.

Hey, at least it's a nice day.

All right.

You're doing great.

Keep coming.

Come on, keep going.

Okay, I think that's enough for today.

No, no, I just need a minute.
I'm good. Let's keep going.

Babe, you're being stubborn.

That's good. No, I'm good.
I'm good, I'm good.

I just wanna get out of this place.

The doctor said you could
be discharged today, remember?

Yeah, well, what does she know?
That's what she said yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Adam.

There was nothing else
you could have done.

You had to give Gabriel the money.

If you hadn't, we'd both be dead.

But we have everybody on this now.

We're gonna find him
and your money,

and we'll get the Yakuza
off our backs for good.

Yeah.

This is one hell
of a honeymoon, huh?

We have the rest of our lives
for a honeymoon.

I'm here with you.

And there's no place I'd rather be.

Besides, where else can a girl get

a different flavour of Jell-O
every night with her dinner?

Lou, what do we know?

We get an anonymous call,
comes into 911 with a bomb threat.

Call came from a pay phone
not even two blocks from here.

Guy was using one of those, uh...

- One of those voice scramblers.
- Yeah, yeah.

So he tells dispatch
there's a bomb in a briefcase

in the lobby of the Monroe building.
Turns out that was just a decoy

because there was a secondary
device in the trunk of this car here,

right at the edge
of the frozen zone.

Basically, whoever did this was
deliberately targeting first responders.

It also means that he was
familiar with H.P.D. evacuation

and frozen zone protocol.

Okay, whoever did this had
to have been watching

to know when to detonate
the device, right?

So we need to canvass every story

on every building
that had an eye line to this scene,

including all the rooftops.

Well, the ball's already rolling
on that, chief.

Matter of fact, the bomb squad swept
the entire perimeter

with dogs before H.P.D. set up
the command post.

It's a petroleum-based IED.

Dogs could have missed this easily.

All right, so what? Happy accident
or well-thought-out plan?

Yeah, but why? What is this about?

- Is anybody taking credit for it?
- No, not yet. Cowards.

Probably just waiting
to get to a safe place.

Or maybe they're not done yet.

Camera two, frame up tighter.

Okay, let's go, people.

- Last looks. We're on in two.
- You got it.

"A short time ago,
H.P.D. bomb squad..." Ahem.

"A short time ago,
H.P.D. bomb squad,

along with firefighters
and emergency medical personnel,

responded to the 300 block
of King Street..."

Come on, let's get
this graphics loaded, all right?

"...had been planted inside a briefcase.
Building and the surrounding area

were immediately evacuated
by first responders..."

Stop what you're doing!
Everyone out of the station!

Clear it now! Go, go, go!

Arming.

Fire in the hole!

On three, two, one.

All right, let's take a look inside.

Wait, wait. Go left. There's
something right there on the left.

What is that?

That's Jason Duclair.

And those are all the fires he set.

What the hell's going on?
We locked this guy up.

Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home.

Your house is on fire
and your children all burn.

Except for Duclair
who sits in despair,

weaving his laces
as fast as he can.

Release him from prison,
or more will be damned.

Except for Duclair
who sits in despair,

weaving his laces
as fast as he can.

Release him from prison,
or more will be damned.

Well, I'm flattered I have a fan,
but I have no idea who that might be.

See, I think you know
exactly who that is.

Come on, Duclair, who's the poet?

I'm not sure,

but maybe if I could see
some crime scene photos,

I might recognise a signature.

What do you think?

A decoy.

Hold on.

Secondary device.
So he was targeting first responders?

That's right.

- It's beautiful work.
- Hey.

That "beautiful work" buried
the father of two little girls.

Stop.

Do you have any photos
of any of the victims?

All right, listen to me.
You sick son of a bitch.

What's your friend's name?

I don't have any friends.

All right, I got Duclair's prison records.
This is all the correspondence.

We're gonna need
full background checks

on anybody Duclair has had
any contact with

since he got to Halawa, plus any
known associates on the outside,

as far back as we can go.

Wow, okay, it looks
like you're gonna need

a free consultant
to help with that.

- Are you volunteering?
- Yes, I am.

Thank you very much.
That'd be very helpful.

What is this?
What are we looking at?

The lab's still trying
to unscramble the voice on the audio,

but apparently
the poem "Ladybug Ladybug"

has several different versions
dating all the way back to 1744.

Now, the rhyme was inspired
by a technique

of smoking insects out of gardens.

In the poem, the ladybug

can fly away
from the smoke and fire,

but her children burning is actually
a reference to the larvae

left behind on the plant,
still trapped in their pupal cases.

Remember,
trapping people inside his fires

was Duclair's signature.

And weaving his laces refers
to an insect that manages

to undo its pupal case
and escape,

which seems like a clear reference
to Duclair escaping from prison.

We're checking libraries
on the island

for books with that poem in it
that may have been checked out.

We'll cross-reference
all those names

- against Duclair's associates.
- All right.

Whatever the case may be,
I'm thinking the identity

of the poet
is probably inside this box.

- Thanks for the lift, Jer.
- No worries.

Oh, and I want you to know,
there are no strings attached here.

This is just a personal favour

that is in no way meant
to influence any pending decision

about possible employment
opportunities with Five-0.

It never crossed my mind.

Well, maybe I'm being
a little paranoid here,

but these are delicate times.

Decisions are being made,

and I really want to get out
of the shrimp business.

Tell you the truth,
I don't even like shrimp.

They're the ocean's vacuum cleaner.

And, unless they're
butterflied correctly,

you're eating their poop chute.

Jerry, you know what?

You've been a big help to Five-0.

I'm sure
McGarrett will do right by you.

Fingers crossed.

Sorry about the smell.

Yeah, I'm not sure these, uh, garlic
shrimp air-fresheners are helping.

Yeah, I tried to tell the boss,
but he thinks freebies draw customers.

And flies.

Tell me about it. It's like riding around
in a shrimp burrito all day.

But it pays the bills. Sort of.

Actually, not really.

Anyways, I got to scoot.
Catch you later.

Oh, and put in a good word
with the boss, if you can.

- Will do.
- Thanks again, Jerry.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Welcome home.

Whoa, whoa. Heh.

Easy.

What are you doing?

Oh, you get a pass
on the honeymoon,

but you're carrying me over the
threshold this time, Mr. Noshimuri.

All right, then, buckle up.

Watch your feet.

I love you.

I love you too.

What is it?

What is it? Kono, wait, wait. Hey!

Duke, it's me.
I need you to run a plate.

Most of this junk is from
a bunch of twisted women.

They all want to marry Duclair
and have conjugal visits

and make little pyromaniac babies.

Okay. Well, is there anybody

who Duclair had
any regular correspondence with?

One guy. He traded letters with
a former cellmate of his from Halawa.

Tim Richards.

Did a stretch for commercial arson

and has some priors with H.P.D.
for grand larceny and forgery.

And the letters that he wrote
to Duclair, they trace back

to a P.O. box in Honolulu
rented to Richards.

Yeah, that's a little suspect.

Why wouldn't he send them
from his own place?

And what makes it even more odd
is that the letters are just small talk,

like news, weather, sports stuff.

Yeah, but I guarantee you, there's
a hidden message inside the text.

That's what I was thinking, but...

Actually, it's not about
what's inside those envelopes,

it's about what's on them.

Now, when the lab was processing
all those letters and envelopes

recovered from Duclair's cell,
one of the techs noticed

that the stamp on this envelope
didn't quite line up with the postmark.

And when she peeled it back,
she found this.

- Wila writing.
- Mm-hm.

Easy to conceal, hard to detect.

Wila writing is how convicts secretly
communicate with each other

inside and outside of jail.

Yeah, but not every convict can do it.

It's kind of an art form.

Maybe if you had priors
for, say, forgery,

then you'd probably be good at it.

Right. The notes on the back
of these stamps read

like a series of love letters.
Clearly Richards idolizes Duclair.

He gushes about his skills
and technique as an arsonist.

He wants to carry the torch
and continue his work.

"Carry the torch"?

Richards' words, not mine.

But there's nothing in here
about some direct plan

to bust Duclair out of jail, is there?

Right, but hold on a second.

We don't have Duclair's letters
to Richards going out of Halawa.

We have one side
of the conversation.

Duclair was calling the shots
on his own escape.

I'm with him. Let's get a warrant
for Richards' place, find those letters.

It's just an office, Danny.
It's an office.

That's like your girlfriend saying,
"It's just a toothbrush."

Next thing you know,
you're out closet space, okay?

Your stuff's been moved to the attic,
including your sports memorabilia,

and your garage is turned
into an arts-and-crafts studio.

How did Rachel ever say yes to you?

- Wow.
- Huh?

Okay, this is all I am saying, all right?

If you encourage Jerry,
he is going to expect something.

- What? A badge.
- He's not getting a badge.

- He's just getting an office.
- Well, an office creates expectation

- for a badge.
- Then he's gonna be disappointed.

He'll be disappointed
for about five minutes,

until he pouts and then you cave
because you are spineless

- and you give him a badge.
- Not gonna cave.

Speaking of caving, what happened?

What, you just bailed
on the proposal?

No, I didn't bail.
I've been planning the op.

- The op?
- Yeah.

I secured a ring.
I reconned a location.

- Now I just got to execute.
- Wow.

I mean, it just... It sounds so romantic
the way you say it, you know?

I mean, I could see it now.

You and Catherine
in matching camouflage cargo pants

on some very exotic shooting range,
and you get down on one knee

and you say, "Babe, I want you
to join my unit for a lifelong mission."

- I mean, it's every girl's fairy tale.
- You want to hear a secret?

- Yeah.
- You do?

Sometimes when you speak,

when your mouth opens,
all I hear is: wah, wah, wah.

It's like I'm in a Charlie Brown cartoon,

only you're Linus, with better hair.

Why do I got to be Linus?

That's your take-away?
That's your take-away from that?

- Oh. Two o'clock, the strip mall.
- What?

Richards' P.O. says he was
delivering barbecue for a local joint.

Got him.

Let me see your hands.
Show me your hands right now!

Don't do anything stupid, all right?

Get out of the car.

Put hands behind your head,
interlock your fingers.

- On your knees.
- What the hell?

- Take it easy.
- Hands behind your head.

- I didn't do anything.
- Why'd you run?

Because you cut me off
and started chasing me, man.

Is he searching my trunk?

- You can't do that, man.
- Shut up.

All right, the car looks clean.

I'll get CSU to take it to the garage
and look it over properly.

Get up.

I'll make it simple for you, all right?

We found the wila letters
that you sent Duclair.

If there's another device out there,
you need to tell us about it right now.

I'm not saying another word
without a lawyer.

You want a lawyer? We're executing
a search warrant on your house now.

If we find what we're looking for,
you're gonna need a lawyer.

Look, I don't know how many more
ways to say I don't know anything

about any bombs
planted in my house.

Okay, I don't think you understand
the gravity of the situation.

Two police officers are dead, okay?

Three are in the hospital
fighting for their lives.

Now, there's no lawyer.

You don't get a phone call.
No one's coming.

All right? You and me, we're not
leaving this room until I get answers.

And this is the last time
I ask you nicely.

I wrote the letters for someone else.

Oh.

It's the truth.

Before I got out, Duclair came at me.

He heard from guys on the block
that I did wila for people inside.

Said I could make money
if I met with a friend of his.

Great. What's Duclair's friend's name?

- I didn't ask, I didn't wanna know.
- What's his name?

I met him at a coffee shop downtown
for five minutes.

He needed some letters
transcribed into wila.

He gave me a key
to a P.O. box near the mall.

He'd leave the letters inside,
I'd pick them up,

transcribe them,
take them back the next day.

There was always cash for me.

I'm gonna show you some photos
and you're gonna...

You're gonna point out
Duclair's friend, all right?

He wore sunglasses
and a baseball cap.

Looked like a thousand other guys.

Look, you're wasting
your time with me.

Whoever planted those bombs
is still out there.

You transcribed
those letters for Duclair,

which means you knew
he was planning an escape.

That makes you an accessory,

and that gives me the right
to send you to Halawa.

- Give me a minute, Lou.
- This can't wait.

Okay, we're not done, all right?
I'll be right back.

You need to listen to this.

The barking dog might be
a problem with the neighbours.

I know you're attached to him,
but he needs to be put down.

Consider it done.

Now, Duclair made this phone call
right after you and Danny

left him from up at Halawa
this morning.

The guys in the lab unscrambled
the voice on the zip file.

The poet's voice is a direct match
to the guy who picked up this call.

All right,
so Richards is telling the truth.

He was the middleman,
but Duclair doesn't trust him anymore.

He wants him dead.

The barking dog might be
a problem with the neighbours.

I know you're attached to him,
but he needs to be put down.

Consider it done.

Now, I'm no genius,

but you don't have to be a genius
to figure out who the dog is.

Duclair put the hit on you.

And your boy was willing
to go along with it.

That bomb
at your house was meant for you.

You're running out of friends real fast.

You wanna stay alive,
give us the name.

You knew all along?

Huh?

I got an itch on the end of my nose.
Can one of you guys get it for me?

Get up.

You're gonna pay for what you did
to those officers, all right?

I swear to God,
as long as I live and breathe,

you're never gonna see the light
of day outside of this place.

You're gonna wanna take that.

Hello, commander.

- Who is this?
- That's not important.

What's important now
is that you look out the window.

Do I have your attention now?

You had my attention this morning
when you murdered those two officers.

Listen to me very carefully,
commander.

You will walk out
of the prison gates with Mr. Duclair

tomorrow morning
at exactly 7 a.m.

You will wait there
for further instructions.

If you fail to appear,

then you'll have the blood of more
innocent people on your hands.

You still breathing, commander?

Because that feels an awful lot
like the light of day.

Yeah, well, enjoy it.
By the time the sun goes down,

you're gonna be back inside.

There you go again,
making promises you can't keep.

How we looking?

GPS signal's really strong.

As long as he keeps
those shoes on,

we should be able to track him
wherever he goes.

Danny, that burner phone that our poet
used to contact Steve last night

just came back online.

We should have a location
in a few seconds.

We got a SWAT team
that's ready to roll

as soon as we give them a location.

All right, I'll stay on with you.

- Danny, we got to go!
- What's going on? Where is he?

Right outside the palace.

Hey! No! Don't touch it! Get back!

Step away from the van!

Get everybody out of the palace and
back everybody away from this van.

- We got to evacuate.
- Everybody move! Move!

I sense a road trip coming on.

You've tracked my cell signal

and heard from your men,
so you know your options are limited.

What do you want?

Take Mr. Duclair
from the prison grounds

and drive north on Highway 3.

If you do anything other than that,
Iolani Palace is rubble.

If your bomb squad tries
to defuse the device

or anyone follows you,
the bomb will be remotely detonated.

There will be no second chances.

Okay, fine. Where am I going?

I'll tell you.

Kono, would you please
just come here and sit with me?

We had two Yakuza sitting
outside our house yesterday.

I knew we should've taken up
Chin's offer on a protection detail.

Look, if I thought we were in danger,
I would have.

You know how Shioma operates.

If he sent men to hurt us,
we never would have seen them.

Okay? He's just posturing,
trying to intimidate us.

He needs us to get
that money back from Gabriel.

And what happens
when he finds out we can't?

The minute Steve makes
the drop with Duclair,

the bomb squad's gonna move in,
they're gonna defuse

the device in the van.
When that's done,

we got birds standing by
to move us in on Duclair's location.

This is footage from the camera
in the front of the palace.

- Got him.
- Nice.

All right.

Andre Trout, manslaughter two,
arson first-degree.

Looks like he set some brushfires
back in Northern California in 2003

when he was still a juvenile.

And one of them killed a firefighter.

Convicted in juvie court at age 13.

Maxed out in 2013.

DMV records have him
moving to Oahu last June.

Wait, wasn't Duclair
originally from California?

Yeah, Southern California.
But, look, the dates don't work.

Trout was inside
when Duclair was setting his fires.

All right, then.
What's the connection?

Let's go ask him.

You're gonna stop
right up here on the right.

Take these off.

Don't make it any harder than it is.
Just do it.

Well, gentlemen, it's been fun.

I'm afraid this is where
we have to say goodbye.

Yeah, for now.

This must be so hard for you guys.

- This does not feel right.
- We'll get him back.

And the poet too. Just trust the plan.

- The plan?
- Yeah.

You know what Mike Tyson
said about plans?

"Everybody's got one
till they get punched in the mouth."

Well, well, well.

Hey, I got something.

Lou, what do you got?

Found the latest verse from our poet.

What does it say?

It says, "Who killed Duclair?

'I, ' said the sparrow,
with my bow and arrow.

Who'll watch him burn?
'I, ' said the tern.

'With my little eye
I'll watch him burn. '

Who'll make his shroud?

'I, ' said the beetle,
'with my thread and needle. '

Who will be famous?
'I, ' said the fish.

'It's my only wish. '"

You do realise what this means,
don't you?

Trout. Trout has to be the fish.

This was never about freeing Duclair.

Getting worried there for a second.

We had an agreement.

You wanted their attention,
I gave it to you.

Why? Why are you doing this?

As the end of its life would approach,

the phoenix would build a pyre nest,

set it on fire
and be consumed in the flames.

After three days, the birth,

or as some legends say, the rebirth,

the phoenix would rise from the ashes.

Where's Duclair?

Call Cath. Find him.
I'm going after Trout.

Hey, Catherine. Things did not go
so well. I need a five on Duclair.

He's about 300 yards due east
of the original drop spot.

And he's not moving.

Duclair's gone. I need road closures,
I want air support,

all the backup I can get.
If anybody is wearing a badge,

they should be looking
for this guy.

Okay, all right, thank you.
Chin, listen, I'll get back to you

once we have something,
all right? Bye.

- What's up?
- Bomb squad defused the device.

- Palace is safe.
- All right, good. Finally, good news.

Okay, Danny, listen.

They chose this as the drop-off spot
because they know the area, right?

So that gives them an advantage.
But Duclair can't get far.

He's shot, he's leaking blood.
He's got no shoes.

I don't get it. Why would Trout go
through all the trouble of freeing him

just to kill him?

Jealousy.

Maybe Trout wants
to be more famous than Duclair.

The last line of his note said
that fame was his only wish.

Tell me you got someone in custody.

Wish I could.
The search units are out.

H.P.D.'s got their birds up.
The K-9's out in full force.

CRU and SWAT are beating
the bushes,

but so far,
there's no sign of either guy.

Listen, I want
their faces plastered everywhere.

Media, Internet, everywhere.

- Right now.
- You got it.

Fame. Fame. You're giving him
exactly what he wants.

What choice do I have?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Anything?

I checked every satellite,
traffic cam, nothing.

I'm sorry.

Best thing you can do right now?

- Come home. Get some rest.
- I can't find Gabriel.

Now I lost Trout and Duclair?
How am I supposed to sleep,

knowing these guys are out there?

Yeah, I knew
you weren't gonna go for that.

It's who we are.
Job always comes first, right?

- Yep.
- Okay.

I'm gonna go get you
some coffee, then.

Thank you.

- Hey, Catherine.
- Yeah?

I... I was really hoping
that you and I could, uh...

Could spend some time together.

We will.

We will.

Thanks for coming home.

There is no other place
that I would rather be.

McGarrett.

Busy couple of days, commander.

I'm gonna hunt you down.
You know that, right?

That won't be necessary.
I'm not running.

The sommelier here at Hy's has
paired a wonderful marinated rib eye

with a very bold
Scarecrow Cab for me.

Love for you to join.
Make sure you come alone.

Talk.

Where do I start?

Trout was pretending
to be my protégé.

Said he wanted to continue
my work on the outside.

I thought he had promise.

Turns out he was a lot more unstable
than I realised.

He did his homework, though,
I'll give him that.

He knew everything about my fires.

Here you are, sir.

The problem is, he didn't
really know anything about me.

He didn't know that burning
and killing people...

...is who I am, not what I do.

Okay, look, I didn't come here
for a history lesson, all right?

I wanna know why Trout wants
to kill you.

For the same reason he started
those pathetic brushfires.

- Fame.
- Yeah.

You can imagine my disappointment

when I realised he wanted
to kill me all along.

Why are you here?

You could have stayed hidden,
but you're here.

Because I'm a tortured man,
commander.

I realise now
I can't escape my thoughts

unless I'm locked away, alone,
with no opportunity to act on them.

In a way, it's ironic.
Freedom is my prison.

Ah. Okay, I'm done
with the couch session.

Where's Trout?

It's the same P.O. box
that Trout used to send me the letters.

What do I find when I get there?

Heh. Well, that would take
all the fun out of it, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it would.

Everybody up. Everybody up. Let's go.

Let's go. Move.

Let's go!

Just get down on the floor,
hands behind your back.

- What, no dessert?
- Not tonight. Come on.

Don't give me any trouble.
Get on the floor.

Behind you.

Kono, what are you...?

- Kono, what are you...?
- Stay here.

What's going on?

They're back.

Turn off the car and put your hands
out the window so I can see them.

Do it now!