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Previously on Hawaii Five-0:

What do you want from him?

Gabriel wants me to transfer
all my assets

to a holding company he controls.

Gabriel got away with the money

meant to buy us freedom
from the Yakuza.

Without it we're both dead.

It's not that I don't love you, I do,
but I have to go away for a little bit.

- How long?
- The truth is I don't really know.

If you leave today, I can't...
I can't wait for you. Not anymore.

I'll always, always love you.

It should be right off this trail.

Over here, I think I see it.

- Holy mother lode.
- Take everything.

Zingiber zerumbet, it's great for
hair masks and conditioners.

Oh, and this Cocos nucifera,
I can use it for skin toner.

And don't forget eye cream.

I don't believe it.
Vanilla planifolia orchid.

Chanel uses it in theirs.
It retails for 350 an ounce.

Ha-ha. We might actually make
some real money this year.

- Is that...?
- Just get it. Drop the flowers.

- Where's it coming from?
- Ha-ha. Who cares?

Oh, my God.

Matter of fact, I'll be real glad
when Williams gets back on his feet,

so I can drive
my own damn truck.

Yeah. I'm sure he'll appreciate
the sentiment and the eggplant parm.

Yeah, well, guy goes
under the knife to save his kid

the least I can do is make sure
he gets a decent meal.

Speaking of which,
you got any plans tonight?

Weird segue. No, I don't.

Well, good, because Renee's taking
the kids to the movies

so I figure you and me,
we can go to Rumfire,

- have some beers, some pupus...
- Okay stop, stop, stop.

I know what you're doing.
You don't have to, okay?

Do what?
What are you talking about?

You don't have to babysit me, Lou.
Catherine left. It sucks.

I'm hurting a little bit
but it's happened before, A,

B, I'm gonna be fine.
All right?

Brother, let me explain
something to you.

There's only one way to get over
a woman walking out on you

and it involves you,
me and that bar.

You gonna help me
get back on the horse?

No. I just figured we'd go over
there and get good and drunk.

- Why, what'd you have in mind?
- Hold on.

Yeah, McGarrett.

Yep. We're on the way.

No, we're not.
I'm on the way. I got this.

- Go make sure our boy's okay.
- You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Just don't hog all the credit
for the eggplant parm, okay?

Guess what?
You get to drive your truck after all.

- Congratulations.
- Lucky day.

Manager for a local dealership
called it in.

Turns out those two were
trying to buy

a $90,000 sports car
with counterfeit cash.

Now here's
where it gets interesting.

The lab says that the money came
from the same batch of bills

that your old friend, Miko Mosley,
was printing in his bathroom.

Well, Miko was dropping that money
all over the island before he was killed.

Just a matter of time
before some of it turned up.

Okay. Well, how does it all end up
with these two dimwits?

Look, like we told the sergeant,
we didn't know the money was fake.

- We believe you.
- Thank you.

But here's the problem,

the person that printed that money
who, by the way, is dead,

was trying to use it to bankroll
a drug operation,

which is why we need to know
how it ended up with you.

You don't think we believe
you had all that money on you

from selling that crazy
beatnik hand cream, do you?

Okay, look, we found the
money in the Makua Forest.

We can show you where.

So not only do you two take money
that doesn't belong to you

but you also decide
to bury the body?

We were trying to be respectful.

- Get these two idiots out of here.
- Let's go.

- What do you got, Max?
- No ID on the vic.

COD was a single carbon arrow
through the chest,

pierced the sternum
and punctured the heart.

I estimate TOD to be
between 4 and 6 a.m.

Murder by bow and arrow.

That's kind of a unique MO
for this century.

You know what,
I can understand the appeal.

Arrows are quiet, untraceable,
accurate from a distance.

So we got a remote location,
middle of the night.

I'm thinking maybe it could have been
a money drop and maybe the killer,

seeing right away that the money
is counterfeit, leaves it here.

Or maybe it wasn't
about the money at all.

Maybe he lured our victim out here,
shot him from a distance,

- and it was a carefully planned-out hit.
- Whatever the case may be,

this funny money is starting to become
a magnet for dead bodies.

It's now directly
or indirectly tied to three murders.

- So where are we going, gentlemen?
- You will know when we get there.

A little cliché, I know. Personally,
I would've preferred to meet over tea.

But in this case,
I'm afraid it wasn't possible.

Tom Bishop.
I work for Goro Shioma.

- You're not Japanese.
- You're very perceptive.

So am I here about the money

or the men who were
shot outside my home?

We're satisfied you had
nothing to do with that hit.

As for the money,
out of respect to your late father

Mr. Shioma wants to
resolve the situation peacefully.

And for that I am grateful.

But it has been weeks
and he's grown impatient.

I'm sure you can understand that.

Listen, I have friends looking for
Gabriel Waincroft as we speak.

I'm aware of your relationship
to Five-0.

In the meantime,
we've been pursuing our own leads.

This is Aaron James,

one of Gabriel Waincroft's
most trusted soldiers.

If anyone knows
Gabriel's whereabouts, it's him.

I find it hard to believe you
brought me here

just to watch you
beat the information out of him.

Like I said, you're very perceptive.

No, we're not gonna question him.
You are.

Gentlemen, unfortunately,
your victim is still a John Doe.

No hits on the fingerprint or DNA

and I ran a facial rec
across all databases.

Unfortunately there were no matches.

So this guy gets it with close
to a million dollars

in counterfeit money on him.

You would think he'd at least
have some kind of rap sheet.

Or at least be in the system
for something, right?

Judging from his appearance
and lack of any records,

I'd say it's more likely
he was homeless.

Oh, quite the contrary, lieutenant.

Vintage Rolex, designer clothes.

All the items found on the
victim's body were high-end.

My best guess would be mid-'80s.

Looks like this guy
didn't get out much.

That's an understatement.

Blood work shows there was
a severe deficiency in vitamin D

- due to lack of sun exposure.
- That's hard to pull off in Hawaii.

So this guy,
he hasn't been in the sun

or bought clothes since Reagan
was president.

Sounds like someone
who doesn't wanna be found.

How does this guy end up suddenly
in the middle of nowhere

with an arrow
sticking out of his chest

and close to a million dollars
in fake money?

Look, if he was off the grid
for 30 years,

we need to find out
what he looked like back in the day.

That could give us the ID
that we're looking for.

Age progression software uses
sophisticated modelling

to predict visual changes
in a person as they get older.

However, the software can be used
to age-reverse a subject as well.

Can it bring back my afro?
I think my old lady would dig it.

- Hold on, stop it right there.
- What? You recognise this guy?

Yeah, you know, call Jerry.
He's gonna love this.

Our vic's name is Harrison Crane,

and at one point he was
the richest man in Hawaii.

That is until he pulled
a Howard Hughes

and dropped off
the face of the planet.

Other than a few
unconfirmed sightings,

no one's seen or heard
from the guy in over 20 years.

So one day the guy's
on the cover of the society pages

and the next day
he just up and vanishes? How come?

One of the island's
great unsolved mysteries.

And as contributing author
to Crane's Wikipedia page,

I can tell you
there are a lot of theories.

Some say he fled the country
to dodge the IRS.

Others think
it was a psychotic break.

And there are some who have posited
that it could have been an abduction.

And by abduction,
I mean alien abduction.

Clearly, the guy was holed up
somewhere on the island.

Well, he did have
properties all over Oahu.

He was actually the sole heir to a
real estate fortune worth millions,

except that when he died, there was
no one left to manage any of them.

Yeah, we're talking primo properties
in Kahala and Waimanalo,

completely abandoned
and left to fall into disrepair.

To this day,
you can find homeless people

squatting in vacant
beachfront mansions.

Crane never even bothered to evict.

Which pissed off the neighbours

when they saw their property
values take a nosedive.

Hell, that sounds like a good motive.

Take a bath on your house,
the whole thing is Crane's fault,

you figure out a way to
draw him out and kill him.

I'm not so sure about that.
I just came from the lab.

So they matched the DNA
off the arrow

to a recently released
ex-con named Ano Kahue.

When the cops went to pick him up,
he immediately confessed.

He said he was out hunting,
and saw what he thought was a boar

moving through the brush.
When he discovered he'd killed Crane,

- he panicked and fled the scene.
- And left all that money there?

Yeah. When I asked him about that,

he said killing Crane
was an accident

but taking the money
would've been stealing.

Ex-con with a moral compass.

He also offered to take a polygraph
so I'm inclined to believe him.

Okay. So our murder was
actually a hunting accident.

Still doesn't explain
what Crane was doing

in the middle of nowhere
with a million counterfeit cash.

It turns out
there is someone we know

that might have some answers.

The lab found some prints
all over a bunch of the bills.

Remember this weasel?

Gerard Hirsch.
Shady art appraiser

and, if I recall correctly,
he was quite smitten with you.

Sure. Until he realised I was a cop
and had to cooperate or go to jail.

Yeah. Well, either way, looks like
this bird hasn't learned his lesson yet.

No. H.P.D. busted him
on a bunch of forgeries.

- He just got out of Halawa last month.
- All right, how do we find him now?

Well, Jordan, you are a man
of many varied interests.

You know something, buddy,
this one's on the house today.

How about that, huh?
You like that?

Thanks for visiting our island.

Well, Officer Kalakaua, I see
you're displaying your badge today.

Ah. Yeah. You know,
when your PO said you'd be here,

we expected to find you sipping
Moët by the pool. Not this.

What can I say? Times are tough.

The particulars of my parole
forbid me

from participating
in any art transactions.

Isn't this technically
an art transaction?

Really?
You're gonna write me up

for selling caricatures
for 30 bucks a pop?

$30? I should right now.

No, we got you on something
much bigger. Let's go.

Doesn't make sense.
In the 15 years I've worked here,

Mr. Crane never
once left the property.

When's the last time you saw him?

A few months ago maybe.

I leave his meals and laundry
by the door to his quarters.

If he needs something,
he just leaves me a note.

You're saying
you've never been inside?

As far as I know, no one other
than Mr. Crane

has ever stepped
foot beyond that door.

Yeah?

Well, that's about to change.

Crane obviously didn't keep
up with the latest decorating trends

but the man was quite tidy.

This place is like a time capsule.

If I pass out,
take over filming for me.

Jerry, you do know
that the crime lab

is gonna take pictures
of everything, right?

Oh, these are for
my personal collection.

I'll tell you,
I've seen some crazy in my day,

but what kind of guy just up
and decides he wants to live like this?

Someone with a severe case of OCD.
Take a look.

Book, comb, glasses, pen, watch.

Random items,
yet they're arranged alphabetically.

Yeah, and look at these cans,
it looks like a grocery store in here.

All the labels facing out.

This is a person who was obsessed

with getting things in order.

That goes a long way to explain

why he was so terrified
of the outside world.

- Lou.
- Yeah.

You notice what's different
about these pictures here?

They're the only ones
that aren't ancient.

Everything else is from before
Crane went full-recluse.

This guy has no family,

and up until a day ago
he never even left the house.

Why is he holding
onto this girl's picture?

I don't know,

but these photos
look like they were taken recently.

So if we can find her
maybe we can get some answers.

Yeah.

Who's the homeless dead guy?

All right, don't insult us.

You know it's Harrison Crane

and we know the two of you have
been in contact with each other.

I believe you're mistaken.

In fact, I'm quite sure
no one has been in contact with Crane

for quite some time.

That guy made J.D. Salinger
look like a social butterfly.

You done? Okay, good.
Maybe you can explain to us

how your prints got on almost
$900,000 worth of counterfeit cash

that he had on his person
when he died.

Hold up. Counterfeit?

- That little weasel.
- Sorry?

A few weeks ago,
I sold some paintings

to this gangster wannabe
named Miko Mosley.

Yes, I've been dealing art again.
Put me in solitary.

Anyway, Mosley paid me in cash,

cash that I, in turn, gave to Crane,

but I had no idea
that money was fake.

Okay, wait. So you can identify
phoney artwork but not currency?

My dear, spotting a bogus
Van Gogh is one thing.

A bogus Benjamin
is a different skill set.

Okay. Today, we don't care
about counterfeit cash,

we don't care about
parole violations,

we wanna know about Crane
and what the money was for.

A painting.
Crane called me late last night.

He was trying to unload this
very lovely Edward Hopper

that I actually had sold him
25 years ago

back when
I was first starting out.

He offered to sell it to me cheap,

like, way below what he
could get for it at auction.

I thought he was kidding.

But sure enough,
I showed up with the cash

and I left his house
with the painting.

Okay, wait. There's plenty of
legitimate art dealers out there.

So why come to you?

Well, he said he needed the money
right away and it had to be in cash.

For others, that was a deal-breaker.
He was desperate.

- I see, someone put a ring on that.
- Yeah, beat you to it.

Unlucky you.

- Chin, what do you got?
- Looks like Crane

may not have been as cut off
from the world as we thought.

We found several recent photographs
of a young woman at his place.

Facial rec ID-ed her as
Laura loane, 30 years old, local.

Okay. What's Crane's
connection to Laura?

I'm not sure because
we can't seem to find her.

Her cell phone's off, and her boss says
she didn't turn up to work.

- Hey, that McGarrett?
- Yeah.

All right, check this out.

Crane has a landline here
and it hadn't been used in years

until last night. He gets a phone call
from a burner cell.

Right after that, he calls this
Laura six times in a row.

- All the calls went unanswered.
- Hold on now.

We got six frantic phone calls
to a woman that we can't find?

That's right, followed by our vic
headed out to this secluded spot

with a bag full of money.

The whole thing adds up
to just one thing.

Crane was on his way
to a ransom drop.

This was a kidnapping.

Jimmy, keep this guy
on ice for me, would you?

- You got it, commander.
- All right. Let me know.

All right, so the burner the
kidnapper used has been turned off.

CSU will track it if
it powers back up.

Our biggest problem
right now is the media.

We cannot let the news of
Crane's death get leaked, okay?

If the kidnapper finds out
Crane's body is in the morgue,

he's gonna cut his losses
and kill Laura.

It's been hours since Crane
missed the ransom drop.

The kidnapper will know
something went wrong.

The kidnapper also knows he chose
an unpredictable, eccentric target.

My guess,
he's gonna practise patience,

eventually he's gonna call back.

In the meantime,
we need to figure out

what the connection
between Laura and Crane is.

Her name is Laura loane.
You know her?

Did something happen?

She was kidnapped.

Your client was called
to pay the ransom,

but he was killed
before he could deliver it.

Sorry that we have to be
the ones to deliver this information, sir,

but we need to know
about the connection

- between your client and Laura.
- Yeah.

Laura's mother Peggy was a
waitress at a coffee shop in Waipahu

that Harrison used to
frequent back in the '70s.

They became romantically involved,
but it didn't last long.

Once Harrison's issues started
getting in the way, he ended it.

But Peggy was always
his one true love,

and after she died

Harrison took it upon himself
to provide for her daughter.

Laura's father was a dead-beat

and so Harrison directed me
to set up a trust in her name.

At the time, he did this solely
out of his love for Peggy

but as the years went by,

he grew quite fond of Laura

and then the two stayed in touch,
trading letters.

Who else knows about this?

I honestly couldn't say.

Harrison didn't speak to very many
people, especially in recent years.

And of course, I was barred from
ever mentioning Laura to anyone.

What about Laura?

Was there anything to stop her from
discussing her connection to Crane?

Well, it's no secret Harrison
guarded his privacy

so I imagine Laura
would have respected that.

But to answer your question,

no, she could have told
whomever she wanted.

You know, not long ago, I was
in the same predicament you are.

So I know what's going
through your mind.

Stall for time. Right now,
that's what it's all about.

I'm not stalling.
I've told you everything.

You've given me some light
background on Gabriel's organisation.

That's trivial.

What I need
is Gabriel's present location.

Not where he was last week
or where he's gonna be in a month.

I don't know how many different
ways I can say it

but I can't give you information
that I don't have.

I don't believe you.

More importantly, those men out there,
they don't believe you.

Look, you wanna get out of here alive
and in one piece,

you'll tell me what I wanna know.

If you don't, they'll kill you.

Adam.

You're getting nowhere.

You wanna break him,
it'll take more than words.

Threats mean nothing
to a man like this.

And by the way, don't think for
a second that if he walks out of here,

he's not gonna come after you,
because he will.

He'll come after you
and everyone you care about.

Starting with that lovely wife of yours.

That's supposed to scare me?

The Ivy League boy who gave up
everything for some piece of ass

is gonna get rough?
Please.

Where is Gabriel? Where is he?

You can keep doing this
until your hand breaks

and you're gonna keep getting
the same answer.

Let's find out.

All right, thanks. Okay, so a search
of Laura's apartment came up empty.

No signs of a break-in or a struggle.

Okay, clearly,
the abduction happened elsewhere.

Let's get location data
from her cell carrier, all right?

That'll give us a list of places
that Laura went to frequently.

Chances are,
she got picked up from one.

Copy that. H.P.D.'s also looking
into Laura's friends and relatives,

cross-referencing
for any criminal records.

Okay, good.

Jerry.

You all right?

- What's the matter?
- Take a look.

Details are sketchy
but we can confirm

the body of reclusive real estate
magnate Harrison Crane

was found in Makua Forrest
early this morning.

A police investigation is underway

and we're hearing reports this may
have been a hunting accident.

However, there's no official statement
from the Honolulu Police Department.

She's probably dead already,
isn't she?

Mr. Crane had no known family

and hasn't been seen or heard from
in more than 20 years.

One silk handkerchief,
one fountain pen,

one set of keys, one cell phone.
Sign here.

And this thing has been ringing
like crazy.

Thanks.

Go for Gerard.

You should
really answer your phone, Mr. Hirsch.

Who is this?

Shut up
and listen to me very carefully.

- He wants the painting?
- Yes,

and he threatened to kill
this Laura loane woman

and come after me
if I don't hand it over.

Well, that's a pretty desperate plan.

Well, my question is, how did
he even know about the Hopper?

He probably had Crane
under surveillance

from the moment
he put this thing in motion.

If that's the case, last night,
when you went to Crane's house,

he would've seen you leave
with the painting.

Well, he said he would call back
with a time and place for the drop.

That's perfect. When he does,
you keep him talking, we'll run a trace.

What we have to do, though, is get
the painting back. So where is it now?

Actually, I don't have it anymore.

- I flipped it to a collector this morning.
- Then get it back.

That might prove difficult.

This particular collector is not what I
would call a friend of law enforcement.

In fact, he's a Russian crime lord.
Alexander Kozlov.

I never heard of him.

Well, if you had, he wouldn't be
doing his job very well.

Crime lord or not,
we need to get that painting.

We could try appealing to his better
angels but I think that's a nonstarter.

- Or we could just take it back.
- That's a much better plan.

Assuming the painting
is still on the island.

- What?
- Why wouldn't it be?

Because there's a good chance

Kozlov's people were planning
to smuggle it out today.

I forgot to mention this earlier,

but the Hopper actually fell off
the back of a truck 25 years ago.

- It's a stolen piece.
- Anything else?

Look, if this painting disappears,
then our girl dies.

Your foot even on the gas?

There's a reason we always take
Danny's car, okay?

I see why.

They wouldn't just toss
a 3 million dollar painting, would they?

Hold on.

Oh!

Out of the car.

There it is, centre lane.

It's over there. Careful.

Steve.

All right, get him in here.

Hirsch, let's go, you're up.

Is this it?

Well?

- Is this the Hopper?
- Yep, that's it, good as new.

So I guess my work is done here,
right?

Not quite.

- This is hideous.
- Put it on.

You don't have a choice.

If you're gonna make a shirt
with a built-in wire,

- why can't it be practical and stylish?
- That shirt just might save your life.

If it doesn't,
don't let me get buried in it.

Okay, how does it look?
Honestly?

You look fine.

Okay. So, look, we'll be listening in and
we'll have eyes on you the whole time.

First sign of trouble, we move in.

Can I at least wear
a bullet-proof vest?

Why? If they shoot you,
it'll be in the head.

Oh, terrific. What if I say no
to all of this? What then?

Then Laura dies and you go to jail
for a very long time.

But if you pull this off,
I will personally make sure

that all the outstanding charges
against you disappear.

You know, you're the reason
I'm in all this mess to begin with.

If you hadn't honey potted me,
I never would have fallen for that sting.

I'm sorry. Honey what?

You used your feminine charms
to entrap me.

I was just doing my job.

Maybe so. But you can't deny
there's something between us.

Oh, it's him.

- Okay. You're on.
- Hello?

- Do you have the painting?
- Yes.

Good. Take the 22 bus
to Waikiki Beach.

Get off at Ohua
and make sure you come alone.

Wait. How do I find you?

Keep your phone on.

But...

Okay. Let's go.

- Got him.
- Okay. Be advised. Hirsch just landed.

- Copy. I got eyes on him.
- Yeah, same here.

Facial rec is up and running.

We're live scanning
the crowd right now.

Nobody moves
until the drop is done

and the kidnapper
has the package in hand.

Where is this guy?

- Hello?
- Cross the street.

Okay, Hirsch is on the move.

Copy that.

He's crossing Kalakaua at Ohua.

The kidnapper's got a signal bouncer
on his phone. We can't trace it.

The restaurant at the corner.
Head inside.

Hey, we're about to lose visual.

Everybody, hold your positions,
all right? Do not blow cover.

Do not blow cover.

Okay, I'm here.

Give your name to the hostess.
She's expecting you.

He hung up.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Gerard Hirsch.
- That was fast.

Your friend just called to say
you'd pick it up.

Must have fallen out of his pocket
at the bar.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Well done. Now,
dump the phone you came in with

and head to the gift shop.
You're gonna buy some new clothes.

Guys, what's going on here?

Hirsch should still be in there.

GPS on his phone
show he hasn't moved.

If this deal goes down inside,
we're gonna lose this guy.

We lost audio,
his wire must be down.

- Kono, move in.
- Copy that.

- Lou, back her up.
- You got it.

- What do you got?
- Guys, I'm not seeing him.

Keep looking.

That's good. Keep walking straight.

When you get to the corner,
you're going to turn right.

Now, keep moving until you get to
the park bench facing the ocean.

I see it.

The guy feeding the pigeons.
Sit down next to him.

Okay. What now?

Leave the bag and walk away.

When I know I'm not being followed,
we'll release the girl.

Guys, I got Hirsch.

He just passed Uluniu
and he's headed south.

- He changed his clothes.
- He's over there. He's over there.

Kidnapper's on the move.

- He's headed right to you.
- We're moving in.

Move!

Hey, stop right there. Five-0. Hey!

- He's dead.
- Laura's not here.

Thanks.

We got his phone.
I already checked him for ID.

He's got nothing.

No registration papers either.

That's because it was stolen.
It was called-in this morning.

Let's get CSU out here.
See if we can get an ID on this guy.

If we can get an ID,
maybe we can get an address,

find where he's hiding Laura,
maybe find an accomplice.

Wait, he does have a partner.

- Well, how do you know?
- He told me.

He said once he knows he's not being
followed, we'll release the girl.

So the partner's sitting on Laura

waiting to hear
that the drop went down.

Look at this. The last ten calls
made from this phone

- went to the same number.
- Mom.

Now, what kind of kidnapper
loves his mother that much?

Let's find out.

Did you get it?

Mikey, are you there?

You recognise that voice?

Don't move.

Where is he? Where is my son?

Where's Laura, tell us now.

Grover, stay on her.
Chin, Kono, follow me.

We're gonna search every inch
of this place.

- Turn around.
- She's gotta be here,

nobody leaves until we can find her.

That man trusted you
and you betrayed him.

He shut the whole world out
and let you in.

What, did you find about Laura?

Saw an opportunity to get yourself
a little payday? All about the money.

I just wanted to help my son.
You don't understand.

My Mikey had it rough his whole life.
Always deserved better.

I just wanted to give him a chance.

We were never gonna hurt her.

Chin. Kono.

- We need to move this. Let's go.
- This way, this way.

Laura, it's okay, we're Five-0.

Give me your hand, Laura.

Give me your hand.
It's gonna be okay.

It's okay. We got you.

It's okay.

You're all right, it's okay.

You're all right, it's going to be okay.

So, what do you think?

He's telling the truth.
He doesn't know where Gabriel is.

Okay. Well, we tried, right?

I'm afraid it's all on you now.

We can't just wait around
for Gabriel Waincroft to surface.

That day may never come.

So as of now,
the clock's officially ticking.

Mr. Shioma wants what you owe him
and he wants it soon.

How the hell does Goro expect me
to come up with that kind of money?

My business is gone.

I could sell everything I have
and it wouldn't be close to enough.

You'll figure it out. And then,
you'll do whatever's necessary.

Even if it means
getting your hands dirty.

I think you proved today
that you're capable of that.

- You drew these?
- Ha-ha.

- They're good.
- I think so.

- They look pretty good.
- Got your cheekbones.

- That's good.
- Yours too.

- It looks good, right?
- Yeah.

- That's nice. These are nice.
- Hey. Hey.

Yours is the best.

- Hey.
- Hey. Look who is here.

- See you spread the word.
- I might have mentioned it in passing.

- Come on, Steve. We're here for you.
- Yeah, man. As long as Lou's paying.

- Oh, see, that's low.
- I like the sound of that.

Yeah, I bet.

What's he doing here?
What are you doing here?

- I came bearing gifts.
- How about that. Nice, huh?

- Hey, look at that.
- Cartoons.

- What, he drew these?
- All right. I'll show you mine.

Look at that.

- Look at that, that's cute.
- Nice, right?

- Made one for you too.
- Look at yours.

- It's Rambo.
- Detail's amazing.

You might have gone a little
overboard on the abs.

I had to use my imagination
a little bit.

What are you talking about?
What's that mean?

Excuse me, miss. Can
you get this gentleman a beer?

- You got some catching up to do.
- Thank you very much.

Hey, so, I just got back from
the hospital.

I saw Danny and little Charlie
and they're both doing really good.

The doctor said they should be out
in a couple days.

- That's great.
- Good to hear.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, 12 'o clock
brunette, she's checking you out.

Don't be obvious.

Scrumptious.

I had my eye on her earlier
but I'll stand down.

- Yeah, you do that.
- No offence to Steve,

but I don't think he's the one
she's interested in.

What are you talking...?
Why, what...? What the hell?

Oh, my God. That's Jerry Rice.

Oh, from Dancing with the Stars?

What the hell is the matter with you?
That's Jerry Rice,

the number one greatest
of all-time NFL wide receiver,

13-time pro-bowler, three Super Bowls
for the San Francisco 49ers.

Played alongside my cousin's
husband Jesse Sapolu.

Oh, I don't follow baseball.

Excuse me, sir, Mr. Rice? Excuse me.
I'm so sorry to bother you, sir.

A really good friend of ours,

his son is actually in the hospital
right now

recovering from a bone marrow
transplant.

He's a huge fan.
I'm really sorry to bother you

but if you can spare an autograph,
it'd really make his day.

- Yeah. What's the kid's name?
- It's actually for our friend.

He's the dad. He was the donor.

- Okay. What's your friend's name?
- His name is Danny.

- All right.
- He'll love this.

That's awesome.

I appreciate this so much.
Thank you.

- Oh, no problem. There you go.
- You'll make the guy's day.

You know, Jerry,
we're so super stoked

that the Pro-Bowl's coming back
to Oahu this year.

Hey, me too, brother.
Came here 13 times as a player.

Got to captain
the winning team in 2014.

And, you know,
paradise never gets old.

That's right. That's right.

- We'll be rooting for your squad.
- Yeah. I appreciate that. Thank you.

Hey, you got time to take
a quick picture with us?

- Sure. Bring it in.
- Let's go, let's go.

- Come on, you all.
- Hirsch can take it.

If you have a minute, I could draw it.

Okay, just take the picture, Picasso.

All right. Okay.
Everyone say aloha.

Aloha.

Hey, Adam, I see you made it
home from the clinic okay.

Hey.

Hey. How's PT?

It's good.

Everything okay?

Everything's great.

Best part of my day.