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Previously on Hawaii Five-0:

Chin, what's the matter?
You know this guy?

Yeah, his name is Gabriel Waincroft.
He's my brother-in-law.

What I should do
is throw you off this roof.

And I should do the same
for not protecting my sister.

You murdered my father,
you son of a bitch.

Tell me why!

Delivery.

You see, this is a chess game to him.

He just sent us a very clear message
that he is Mossad.

I'd like to introduce you
to Inspector Abby Dunn.

San Francisco P.D. is putting together
a task force based on what we do.

- Aloha.
- Hi.

I like you, Chin. I... Heh.

- I really like you.
- I like you too, Abby.

But I'd rather have this conversation
in person.

Except I'm in San Francisco
right now.

It's work stuff.

Look, it's... It's all there.

- Let me see my brother now.
- Deal's a deal.

Matty. Matty, it's me.

Take him with you
or would you prefer that we ship him?

- There's my boy. Come here.
- Mama.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hello, handsome.

Mm, so good to see you.

We all deserve nice things.

An escape from the bland,
the mundane, the vanilla.

What you've seen here today
can be your escape.

The Mau Loa Vacation Club is offering
an exclusive opportunity

for timeshare ownership.

And if you sign up with us today,
you too can live the dream.

Shall we?

- He's very good.
- Yeah, yeah, he's great.

You know, timeshare ownership
is kind of like an oxymoron.

You know, you basically get
a fancy hotel room

with a mortgage payment,
that's all it is.

Does someone have a question?

No. No, my husband
was just remarking

on how beautiful the place is.

- Mr. Williams.
- Mm.

Let me paint this picture for you.

- Okay.
- The sun's melting into the Pacific.

You've got a bottle of Domaine
Chandon Étoile Rosé on ice

and this beautiful wife of yours
in your arms.

Can you imagine anything
more romantic than that?

No, no.

You can put the paintbrush down
for a second.

Honey, I need to speak to you alone...

No, no, don't be rude, sweetheart.
It's okay.

- Just carry on. We're good.
- Clara, now. I need to speak...

I gotta speak to her right now.
You understand, right? See?

- Come on.
- Excuse us.

We'll be right back.

- Sorry.
- Promise.

- Ma?
- Yeah.

Make it stop. It's over.
Please, I don't wanna do it anymore.

- You promised.
- Yeah, I did. I promised.

I promised I'd pretend I was Dad
so you could get tickets to a cruise.

To where, I have no idea.

Okay, but you... You promised me
it will only take one hour.

- We've been here for four hours.
- Four hours is nothing.

Do you know how long
I was in labour with you?

- Thirty-six hours.
- Mm.

Not to mention every Saturday,

all those Little League tournaments.
Remember those?

Driving all over the Tri-state area?

I sacrificed for you.

So man up
and pretend that we're married,

because I am not leaving here
without that cruise. Got it?

Mm-hm. I got it. You're gonna be on
a cruise, I'm gonna be in therapy, Ma.

- About time.
- Ma?

- Need help over there?
- Unh.

Fix him, please.

- Hey, what do we got?
- So our victim's a John Doe.

He was brought in DOA,
multiple gunshot wounds to the chest.

- The guy who brought him in?
- His name is Neil Palea.

CSU swabbed his hands.
No trace of GSR.

- Doesn't look like he's our shooter.
- What's his connection to the vic?

Mm, he wouldn't tell me.

What, he's refusing to cooperate?

Not exactly.

Hey, Neil.

This is Commander Steve McGarrett.
Remember, I told you about him?

He needs to ask you
a few questions.

My uniform is stained.

I can't show up for work like this.
I need to go home and change.

Okay.

No problem.

Neil like Neil Armstrong?

First man on the moon.

Commander Armstrong's left boot
hit the lunar surface

at precisely 2:56
Coordinated Universal Time.

Yes, sir.

One small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind.

"One small step for a man."

Acoustic analysis confirmed
the missing syllable.

Really?

- Did you know that?
- No.

I didn't know that either. Huh.

You know, Neil,
I really just wanted to, uh,

ask you about the guy
you brought into the hospital today.

Was he a friend of yours?

What was his name?

- Mark.
- Mark.

Thank you.

- You know what his last name was?
- I already told you his name.

We're late for work.

Oh, you and Mark work together?

Oh. Where was that?

Hey, Neil, Mark was...

Mark was hurt.

Real bad. He died.

And I wanna find the person
who did it,

so I need you to tell me
what you saw.

Do you know who hurt Mark?

Okay, Neil. That's okay.

Neil came to us
about five years ago

after his mother passed away.

He's highly functioning
and capable of a lot,

but like anyone on the spectrum,
he's had his difficulties.

Social interactions, for example.

Neil doesn't really have friends.

That's why Mark
was so important to him.

You know, I'm wondering
if, uh, the reality of Mark's death

has actually sunk in yet.

Well, Neil processes trauma
differently than you and I.

His routine is very important to him,
and Mark was part of that routine.

Every day Neil would take the bus
to Mark's house,

and they would drive
to work together.

And on Saturdays,
they played Konane.

A disruption of that routine
may be more difficult for him

- than Mark's death.
- Hey, Neil.

You know, Janet was just telling me

that, uh, you go by Mark's house
every morning before work.

Did you go there today?

- Yes. He was hurt.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Can you take me to Mark's house?
- No.

I'm one hour and 47 minutes late
for work.

- I'm gonna be in trouble.
- Neil,

remember what we talked about?

Sometimes schedules can change.

Now, Commander McGarrett
needs your help.

No. No. I have to leave.

I have to close P-2 at 9 p.m.
Very important.

How about this, Neil,
what if we make a deal?

What if you show me
where Mark's house is

and I promise you
I will get you to work before 9 p.m.

Number 6 bus.

Okay.

At the coffee shop, make a right.

It's the house with the blue mailbox.

Blue mailbox.

All right, buddy.

Hey, Kono, uh,

- stay with Neil for a minute?
- Yeah. Copy that.

Five-0.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Valuables are untouched.

This wasn't a robbery,
it was an execution.

Vic's name is Mark Walker.

Looks like he was headed
to Los Angeles

and he was planning
on taking Neil with him.

One-way tickets
purchased this morning.

These guys were in a hurry
to get out of town.

Yeah,
but who were they running from?

Neil, how you doing? You okay?

You promised
you would take me to work.

- You can't break a promise.
- Nope.

You're right,
I'm not gonna break the promise.

We're gonna go to work, okay?
We're going to work.

I... I just...
I gotta ask you one question.

Did Mark say anything about you
going to Los Angeles today?

No.

No more questions. You told me
you would take me to work.

Okay. All right.

Okay, let's go to work, Neil.
Come on.

Let's get you to work, buddy. Okay.

All right?

Neil, I gotta just say goodbye
to my friends over here.

Is that okay?

Okay?

Um... All right,
we get anything else on the vic?

We found out Mark has an ex-wife
and a daughter on the island.

We'll reach out,
see if they know anything.

Yeah, but until we find out who
murdered Mark or what he was into,

we have to assume
that Neil's in danger.

All right. Look, I promised
I'd take him to work, okay?

So I'm gonna hang with him
for a while tonight,

see if I can maybe
build up some trust,

maybe he'll tell me a few things
and fill in the blanks, you know?

Yeah.

Why does the clean-up guy
look like Gerard Hirsch?

Because it is Gerard Hirsch.

Hirsch, what are you doing?
What is this?

Well, since you took away
my livelihood, I've had to adapt.

After seeing how busy you all were,

I figured I should, uh,
feed off the teat, as they say.

- Thanks for that image.
- Charming.

So you've been in business
since '82, huh?

Nothing wrong with a little white lie.

My customers like to feel
that they're in experienced hands.

Ah, instead of the hands

of an ex-art-forger-
turned-Waikiki-caricature-artist?

I don't see your better half.

Where is the lovely
Inspector Abigail Dunn?

Don't tell me
you two have broken up already?

She's in San Francisco on business.
Don't change the subject.

How did you know we were here?

I got a police scanner.

- The early bird gets the blood splatter.
- It's spatter.

Whatever. Point me to the carnage.

Early bird, you're too early. Okay?

CSU hasn't finished
processing the scene.

When they finish, we'll call you.
Okay?

- Who's the new guy?
- I gotta go.

- Yeah, me too.
- All right.

Well, uh, give me a call
when the place is ready to be cleaned.

Or for any other, uh, needs
you may have.

Are you implying sexual needs,
Gerard?

Um...

- Sure.
- I'll pass.

For now.

I don't know how many ways
I can say no.

- Just... I...
- He just doesn't listen.

I know. They're all the same.
The same.

They lure you in with a prize,
then they hit you with the hard sell.

- Yeah.
- Mr. and Mr. Williams.

- It's your lucky day.
- Ahem. I bet.

I just got off the phone
with my manager

and he's agreed to release
that primo third floor unit

at a special discounted rate.

But we'll need to lock
this deal up tonight.

Okay, look, um,
we really appreciate the efforts.

You're doing a fantastic job.
The pocket square is phenomenal.

But anyway, we're not gonna...
No timeshare.

We're not gonna get involved in it

today, tomorrow, anytime,
no timeshare.

So, uh, if we could get
those cruise tickets

and end this very long day,
that would be fantastic.

Mr. Williams,

it's clear to me
why your wife loves this place.

She's a sophisticated woman
with impeccable taste.

- Mm.
- Do you really wanna disappoint her?

If we get the cruise tickets, yes,
I can live with that.

I have to say I am surprised.

I mean, you struck me
as the kind of man

who would do anything
to keep his wife happy.

Think about it, Mrs. Williams.

Every morning,
waking up with the Pacific Ocean

calling out to greet you.

The warm, salty air
tickling your naked skin.

Okay. That's enough.

That's my mother.

- No more, okay?
- What?

Yeah. My dad couldn't make the trip.
It's not a big deal. But that's that, so...

It was all a sham. Okay?

- It's over now.
- Daniel?

- What?
- Seriously?

- Uh-huh.
- But you still have money, right?

We split up about six months ago.

Mark had a bad gambling problem.

He bounced around jobs
for a little while,

and that's why he ended up working
at the garage a year and a half ago.

No one else would hire him.

Did he ever talk about Neil?

Yeah. They were pretty close.

He liked the fact
that Neil didn't judge people.

Did he ever mention anything about
taking Neil on a trip to Los Angeles?

Not to me.

We were barely in touch
until a week ago.

And what happened a week ago?

Mark showed up,
wanted to tell me about some trust

that he was setting up
for our daughter.

Ahem.
Ma'am, if you don't mind my asking,

how much money
did he leave your daughter?

Well, I haven't gotten
any paperwork yet.

But knowing Mark,
it couldn't have been that much.

Ooh, boy, was his ex-wife wrong.

I looked into that trust.

Mark wired a hundred grand
into his daughter's account.

All right, well, that's a lot of money
for a guy who makes 12 bucks an hour.

Maybe... Maybe he's coming off
a big gambling win or something.

No chance.
His ex-wife said he was addicted.

If he was still in the game,
he'd be in it till he was broke.

Wherever he got that money
could be what got him killed.

All right, I'll call you back.

- What's going on, Neil?
- It's 8:58, and it takes me two minutes

to walk down to P-2
and set up the cones.

What's going on, Neil?
Why are you closing this down?

I can't talk about it.

I have to go.

- They're gonna be here.
- Who's gonna be here?

Neil, who are you waiting for?

Mark said not to talk about it.

Top secret.

Okay.

Well, I'm impressed.

- Definitely took skill.
- Yeah, whoever did this

tunnelled at least 20 yards,

then had to get through 3 feet
of steel-reinforced concrete.

And that was before they got
to the 5 inches of solid steel.

Wow. You said nothing was taken?

Cash is all accounted for.

Safety deposit boxes
are all untouched.

They literally walked in,
hit the emergency release,

and walked out the door.

Who breaks into a vault
to get inside a bank?

As crazy as it sounds,
it does make sense.

See, our security office
is right outside the vault.

From there you can shut down
the bank's alarm system

without tripping any surveillance
cameras or motion sensors.

Yeah. All right, Mr. Fuller,
we're gonna need to see

- all the security footage, please.
- That's not possible.

- The thieves deleted it.
- Right.

Well, do either of you have any idea
what they were after?

We have customer records
and files,

but we checked.
Everything's accounted for.

What about the private offices?

Miss Koha and I checked both ours.
Nothing's been disturbed.

And the employees in all the other
offices say nothing's missing.

Okay. And how many people know
about the security layout in here?

Maybe a dozen people.

We're gonna need to question them.

We're also gonna need full inventory
of the back offices.

- Of course.
- Hey, guys.

Yeah. Keep us posted, please.

So it looks like Mark
used his key card

to let the crew in every night at 9 p.m.
for the last six nights.

Any cameras in the garage?

Yeah, but every night
from 8:55 p.m. to 5 a.m.,

the cameras at the entrance
and on P-2 were conveniently down.

I think I might have an idea

where Mark got the money
for his daughter's trust.

- He was their inside man.
- Right.

For 100 K,
he gave them access to the garage

and a guarantee he'd look the other
way when they dug their tunnel.

Probably made assurances
that he could keep Neil quiet.

I'm thinking at some point
Mark must have realized

that he and Neil
were both loose ends

and the crew was gonna clip them
once the job was done.

Which is why
Mark wanted to skip town with Neil.

Right.

- Am I in trouble?
- No. No, you're not in trouble.

You were given a set of instructions,
you followed them.

- End of story.
- What story?

Neil, what he means is that's it.
There's nothing more to say.

Then why don't you say that?

I don't know. I, uh...

I don't know, you're right.
Neil, you're right. And...

And I... And from now on,
I will say that.

But right now,
we need to ask you about the guys

who've been coming here
every night.

I'm not supposed to talk about it.

Yeah, I know. I know, but you see,
the thing is, we really need you to.

Neil, we think those are
the same men who killed Mark.

We need to find them
before they hurt someone else.

Are they gonna hurt me?

No. No, no, no.
No one's gonna hurt you, Neil.

No one's gonna hurt you.

But, uh, see, the thing is,
you're the only one who's seen them,

so we need your help.

Can you tell us how many of them
there were?

- Four.
- Okay. All right.

- Do you know their names?
- No.

Can you describe
what they looked like?

- He broke the rules.
- Who broke the rules?

Every night,
he'd smoke in the stairwell.

I told him once it's not allowed.
He got very angry.

After that, Mark said
I should not talk to him.

Okay, can you tell us
what that man looked like?

- Mm.
- It's okay.

What are the cigarettes
he smoked, Neil?

Can you tell us what kind of cigarettes
he smoked?

I picked them up after my shift,
but I didn't throw them away.

I thought someone could see them
and report it.

Yup. Well, you did the right thing.
Can I have those?

Thank you. Thank you.

Let's get these to Eric.
See if he can pull some DNA.

Mm-hm.

You did real good, Neil.
You did real good.

Thanks, Mom.

It's, uh...

It's an interesting, um,
sandwich there, Ma.

There's no, uh...
There's no condiments.

No mustard, no mayo.
You didn't, uh, cut off the crust

like you know I like. Ma?

I see. You're, uh...
You're upset with me

because I blew the,
uh, cruise tickets,

and now you're giving me
the silent treatment.

Just stealing a page
out of your playbook, sweetheart.

- What does that mean?
- When you were growing up

and I did something that you didn't like,
you froze me out.

Right. I... I mean, I was a little child.

You're an adult woman.
It's very mature, though.

Yeah. Well, how does it feel?

How does it feel? I don't know.

Definitely doesn't taste good,
though.

- Detective Williams.
- Yeah.

I'm Special Agent Kang
with the FBI.

I'd like to speak to your mother,
Clara.

- About the timeshare?
- No, it's about your brother, Matthew.

My brother, Matthew?
Matthew's been dead for over a year.

What do you wanna talk
to my mom for?

Just need to ask her
a few questions.

Uh, okay.
Uh, but now's, um, not a good time.

My kids are on the way over.

Later today is fine. See you then.

All right. Give you a call.

Do you have any idea why the FBI
would wanna talk to you about Matty?

- Matty? No, I have no idea.
- Uh-huh.

All right.

Okay, one orange soda
with a blue straw.

I like your models.

Thank you.

You know, I actually served on this one
a few times.

The USS Enterprise.

A lot of fond memories.

We called her the Big E.

That was her nickname.

You know, Neil,
you probably already know this,

but this ship was a tracking station...

For the Friendship 7 space capsule.

It was used
in the third Mercury mission.

Astronaut John Glenn was the pilot,

and on that mission became
the first American to orbit the Earth.

That's right, Neil.

Can I pick it up?

You're supposed to ask
before you touch someone's things.

Yeah. Yeah.

Have at it.

It's pretty cool, huh?

Hey. Our stairwell smoker,

- we got an ID on him.
- All right.

Hey, Neil, can you,
uh, do me a favour?

Okay, so Eric processed
the cigarette butts that Neil collected.

We got a DNA hit on this guy.

Tyson Vargas.

Did two years at Halawa for robbery.

Was paroled six months ago.

Hey, Neil, is that the guy that, uh...?

That you saw smoking
in the stairwell?

Yeah.

Clear.

Nothing to indicate they fought back.

- These guys were taken by surprise.
- I got Vargas over here.

Neil said there were four men.

I'm thinking
this is the entire heist crew.

Or maybe there's a fifth man
and this is a double cross.

If not, then whatever they stole
from the bank

really pissed somebody off.

Liver temperature puts TOD
at approximately 11 a.m. this morning.

As for the cause of death,
well, that should appear obvious.

Additionally, our victims
suffered extreme abrasions

and various premortem contusions.

If they were tortured
before they were executed,

maybe they gave up what they stole.

You know, that supports
your "fifth member of the crew" theory.

If that's the case,
Neil still might be in danger.

Kono, do me a favour.
Take him back to his apartment

and have H.P.D.
put a full security detail on the place

- until all this is done.
- Copy that.

Max, we gotta ID these guys right now,
please.

Sam Liliha.

Leo Cruz.

And finally we have Paul Koha,

in our system for armed robbery
and aggravated assaulted.

- Paul Koha?
- You recognise that name?

The assistant manager at the bank,
Ella Koha.

Well, I'm guessing
that's not a coincidence.

Ella, your brother,

he was part of the crew
that robbed your bank, all right?

Which means
you had to have been involved.

It wasn't like that.

It wasn't?

Then tell us how it was.

I found out that Mr. Fuller
was laundering money for a client.

- Which client?
- I don't know. I swear.

The funds were spread out
across dozens of falsified accounts.

I found out he was keeping records
and account numbers

in his office safe.

I told my brother about it,

and he said we'd be taking money
from someone

who probably stole it themselves.

No one would get hurt.

We could drain the accounts,

and my manager, Mr. Fuller, wouldn't
be able to report it to the police.

That explains why they ignored
all that cash in the vault.

They'd have to carry all that money.

The account numbers
would be worth more.

How much money did your brother
and his crew steal, Ella?

Ninety-four million dollars.

Where's the money now?

I transferred it
to an offshore account.

All right.

So whoever executed the crew...

...is looking for that money.

Was Mark a bad person?

No.

Sometimes people make
bad decisions.

It doesn't change the fact
that Mark was your friend,

and that he cared about you.

Wait a minute, what could the FBI
possibly want with your mother?

I have no idea.
Why do you think I'm calling you?

- Did you ask her?
- Of course I asked her.

- What kind of stupid question is that?
- Whoa.

Why are you getting mad at me?

Because I don't have time
for the obvious.

I gotta drop my mom at the feds
in 20 minutes, and I have no idea why.

Stop. You want me to come down there,
I'll come down there, all right?

No, that's very nice of you,
but you got your hands full.

Hey, you know what?
You could use those cruise tickets

and flee the island, huh?

That's very funny, Steve.

I would do that except for the fact
that I didn't get the cruise tickets.

Anyway, listen, I gotta go

before my mom ends up
on America's Most Wanted.

Okay, listen, if you need me,
I'm here, all right?

Thank you very much.

- Yo.
- APB is out on Fuller.

We got units stationed at his home
and at the bank.

The thing is,
his car is parked at his house

and his cell phone
has been turned off.

He knows we're looking for him.

We're not the only ones.

I mean, whoever Fuller
was laundering money for

is now out just under a hundred mil,

so I'm pretty sure
they'd like a word with him too.

- Ah. Aloha, colleagues.
- That's a stretch.

Hirsch, what are you doing?
You're not supposed to be here.

Rules are meant to be broken.

I spent my entire life in an industry
where conventional wisdom

is constantly challenged
by the avant-garde.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm not really sure, to be honest.

But I did find something
that might interest you.

First, I need to know
that I'm your guy.

I wet your beak, you wet mine.

Just to be clear, did you just threaten
to withhold evidence

unless we give you
a first-call guarantee?

Is that what just happened?

Your words, not mine.

Well, here's a few more words:

"Obstruction of justice."

Message received.

- Good.
- Um,

while I was cleaning
the Tyson Vargas crime scene,

I discovered this laptop.

The lid was closed.

Your geek squad just dusted it,
got some unusable partials,

but the real prize
was inside the Cracker Jack box.

- What does that even mean?
- Check it out.

On the outside, spotless.

But inside, beaucoup blood.

That computer was open
when that crew was executed.

Shooter comes in
looking for his money,

he checks the laptop
and sees a zero balance.

Right, which means there could be
useable prints on this thing.

I'll have the lab process
the inside of the laptop.

I hate saying this.
Good work, Hirsch.

Oh, what do you know,
a compliment.

Hey, H.P.D. just grabbed Fuller
at the airport.

- They're bringing him in.
- All right, good.

Mrs. Williams, on April 19th, 2011,

agents from the New Jersey field office
paid you a visit.

Your son, Matthew,
had been on the run for months,

and the FBI wanted to know
if he had made contact with you.

Right. And I'll tell you
what I told the agents then.

I had not spoken to Matty
for well before he disappeared.

Are you aware that lying
to a federal agent is a felony?

What...? What...? What is this?

Ask your mother.
She should recognise it.

It's a bank statement
showing a balance of nearly $50,000.

Okay. So what?

Your brother opened this account
in your mother's name

after he became a fugitive.

We've been monitoring it ever since.

We had no proof
that she was aware of the account

until a couple of weeks ago

when she withdrew $700
to purchase a plane ticket to Hawaii.

Mrs. Williams, the only way
you'd have known about this account

is if you'd been in contact
with your son.

That's not true.

Then how do you explain this?

Because a couple of months
after we lost Matty,

the bank called
and told me about the account.

I don't know
when he deposited the money

or how he even got it.

I only used it so that I could come
and visit my son and my grandchildren.

All right, Ma, you don't have to say
anything else. Look, she didn't know.

I'll pay back the $700.
That's it, we'll call it a day, okay?

Well, that's a generous offer, detective.
But it doesn't change the fact

we can still arrest your mother
for obstructing justice.

For...? Are you kidding me?

This case should've been closed
when my brother was murdered.

What is...? What's going on?
What is this about?

Mrs. Williams,
I'd like a minute with your son.

You're free to go.

No, I'll... I'll walk her out. Come on.

- I'm so sorry.
- Mom, not in here. Come on.

You would have made me
turn him in.

I know. I know. That's okay.

I would've done the same thing
if it had been you.

I know.
You did the right thing, okay?

I promise.
I would've done the same thing.

It's okay, Ma. Come here.

- Okay. I love you.
- I love you too.

Okay, one more time.

Mr. Fuller, who were you laundering
the money for?

Okay.

When you were planning
your getaway,

our techs did some digging
into the bank's security system.

Yeah, they found out
you were telling the truth

about the surveillance video
being scrubbed.

What you neglected to mention

was that you were the one
that scrubbed it,

almost three hours
after the break-in.

You saw the video of the break-in,
you recognised Ella's brother.

Then you sent somebody
to execute him and his crew

and get the money back.

- I want a lawyer.
- Oh, he wants a lawyer.

Oh, well,
the best lawyer in the world

ain't gonna keep you from spending
the rest of your life in jail.

Guys.

Crime lab got a print off that laptop.

It belongs to Gabriel Waincroft.

Lucky day. This is gonna go quicker
than we thought.

So we now know that
you've been laundering money

for Gabriel Waincroft,
which means we also understand

why you haven't been
telling us anything.

- Because you're scared of him.
- And you should be.

Go ahead, you play tough guy with us
all you want.

- He's gonna kill you.
- He's gonna kill you.

As soon as he finds you.

And even jail won't protect you
from that.

He's right.
Unless we get to him first, though.

How do you think
you're gonna do that?

Well, that's where you come into it.

Where the hell have you been?

Tracking down your cash.

- My assistant manager, Ella, has it.
- Where is she now?

I just spoke to her.

- She's at home.
- Send me her address.

I can get your money

and I can meet you
anywhere you want.

That's not necessary.

Just give me the address.

I have everything under control.

I'm not gonna let you guys
use me as bait.

Okay, Ella, the guy you stole from,
he knows who you are.

And he can get to you anywhere.

You wanna stay alive,
you help us catch him.

Steve.

I got her.

I think she's right.

Listen, no one wants to catch Gabriel
more than I do,

but we ran this play once before,

and the bait ended up
getting stabbed 28 times.

We're tracking Gabriel.

We got a lock on his cell.
I say we go in now.

That's too risky.

There's too many variables
that we can't control, all right?

But we bring him to us,
we have the tactical advantage.

- All right, Kono, we're in position.
- All good here. ETA on Gabriel?

He's heading south on Punahou,
a block away from King.

We should have visual
in a few seconds.

Hold on, guys,
the signal just went dark.

Hey, if Gabriel killed his phone,

that means he must know
he's walking into a trap.

Guys, I've got a visual
on our target and four hostiles

moving on your location
from the east side.

- Gabriel knows we're here.
- Kono, hold your position.

Copy that.

Lock yourself in the bathroom,
lie down in the tub and stay there.

No matter what,
don't come out unless I tell you.

Guys, we're gonna go floor by floor,
split this building into thirds.

Shoot anything that moves.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Girl, I love you.

Love you too.

Hey.

You okay?

I will be.

Where is he? Where's Gabriel?

He's where he belongs.

You have been asking me

the same exact questions
for the last two hours.

My answers are not gonna change,
okay?

I was not in contact with my brother,
and I did not help him in any way.

- I find that hard to believe.
- Yeah, I know.

You and your brother were close.

In fact, you were the last person
to see Matt before he fled the country.

And with all the resources
at your disposal,

as a member of Five-0,

you'd have done everything
in your power

to locate and assist your brother.

Mm.

- Right.
- Smile all you like, Detective Williams.

- We both know it's true.
- No, I'll tell you what we both know,

is that you, my friend,
just showed your hand.

It's not about a bank account.

Someone's pulling the strings here,
I'm just not sure who.

This is not about my brother.

It's about me, about Five-0,
about the people that I work with.

Am I right?

Hmm?

It's okay. Don't answer.

Hey.

You.

You got something you wanna ask me,
just come on out, ask me, okay?

This isn't going anywhere.

Maybe not.

But this task force
has crossed the line before,

and they will again.

You just need to be there
when it happens.

Yes, sir.

You all right?

Yeah, I'll make it.

We had him.