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Previously on Hawaii Five-0...

We finally managed to locate
your niece's aunt and uncle in Mexico.

They have retained a lawyer
and are taking steps to adopt Sara.

- I'm gonna miss you, Uncle Chin.
- I'm gonna miss you, too.

She was kidnapped, Steve.
I got to get to Mexico.

Thank you for coming.

This whole thing is nothing
but a revenge play.

Wait, wait, wait,
you guys had dealings with the Diegos?

Yes, we caught
a case a couple months back.

Juan Diego was killed in a shoot-out.

Juan Diego's brother, Carlos,
is the head of the cartel.

Okay.
This is blood for blood.

And I'm not gonna put this
on anyone else. This is on me.

Do you see Uncle Jorge's car
right behind me?

They're gonna take you some place safe.

Kono. He's alive.

He's alive, and we're gonna find him.

- This is Mexico.
- I know.

The cartels kill whoever they want.

Some cop from Hawaii
means nothing down here!

I'm not gonna argue that, Kono.
You're right.

Now, let me tell you something
about your cousin.

He's strong, he's resourceful,

and he's holding on.

He's holding on because he knows
we're gonna come and get him.

And we're gonna get him,
and we're gonna bring him back.

- Hm?

Take the door.

- Adam.
- Adam.

I couldn't just sit by
and do nothing.

Hey.

- How did you find us?
- It wasn't easy.

You know, I'm pretty sure
you're violating your parole.

Yeah, well, all I'm worried about
right now is Chin. What's the latest?

We grabbed somebody from Diego's crew.

McGarrett's in there trying
to get a lead on where Chin might be.

Hey, you didn't have to come,
but I'm glad you did.

- So, what's up?

That's one tough son of a bitch.
Brother Adam.

- I'm here to do whatever you need.
- Thank you, man.

We need all the help we can get.
All right.

So according to homeboy here,
Diego has a compound in the jungle.

He thinks that's where
they'll take Chin, all right?

But it's 30 miles north of here,
so we got to go.

We ready to go. Danny's out there
loading the car right now.

Load up homeboy, too.
We need him for navigation.

Let's do this.

- When were they last fed?
- Six days, Patron.

You know,
we didn't always use the collar.

But the dogs would tear open
the carotid artery...

Next thing you know,
it'd be over too quickly, huh?

You know, it's funny. You're doing
all this for your brother's honour,

but the truth is he had none.

You didn't know my brother.

I know he tried to sell you out.

He was gonna give up Frontera,

knowing that the DEA was gonna use him
to bring down your entire organisation.

He betrayed you, Carlos.

Understand.

This is not just about Juan.

Gabriel Waincroft was a friend.

So I want you to say hello
to him for me.

I'll blow his brains out!

- Chin, we got you.
- Steve.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Let's get you out of here.
Come on.

Uncle Chin.

Buddy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You ready?
- Almost.

Hey, Steve.

When I said goodbye to Sara,
I promised her I would see her again.

Thanks for helping me keep that promise.

You're welcome.

Oh, you dropped something, by the way.

Come here.

- Do you have to go?
- I do.

But I'll see you again real soon, okay?

May I have a word with you? Please?

Give me one second.

Actually, Jorge,
I wanted to talk to you, too.

I wanted to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have blamed you for what happened.

No, I'm the one who should apologise.

And thank you for bringing Sara back.

Of course.

You know Maria and I,
we just want what's best for her...

which is why we've come
to a very difficult decision.

These are documents
of legal guardianship.

We're relinquishing custody to you.

Yeah,
Juarez is not a safe place for her.

She should return to Hawaii with you.

All you have to do is sign.

I don't know what to say.

Just promise me that... that we
can come and visit from time to time.

Of course. Of course.

Thank you, Jorge.

Oh.

Can we go home now, Uncle Chin?

Yes, we can.

Hey, man. I don't pay you enough
to come in on a Saturday.

What are you doing here?

Hell, I could ask you the same thing.

I'm just unpacking from the Mexico trip.
How about you?

Well, I promised Duke
I'd help him get together some, uh,

SWAT seminar for the cop convention
next... What the hell?

- Hey.
- What's up?

- You're back.
- Yeah.

How was your trip?

Good. What's goin' on?

Okay, here's the deal.

Ever since I moved out of Chin's place,
I've been sort of homeless.

So, on occasion,
I come and sleep in your office,

but it's only when I can't find
a couch to crash on.

Jerry, you moved out
of Chin's place months ago.

Why didn't you say something?

Yeah, Jerry,
you don't have to sleep in an office.

No, it's cool. I'm kind of
digging the whole nomad thing.

And it's pretty comfy here.

Look, I would sleep down in my bunker,
but there are no windows,

and I like to wake up
to the natural light

so as to not mess
with my circadian rhythms.

You do realise it's almost 10.00
in the morning, right?

Jerry, you got to get a place.
I mean, you need somewhere to live.

I've been trying, but it's hard
when you don't have a credit history.

I'll vouch for you. Okay? It's...

What's this? What is this?

Oh, let me see.

Those were here when I showed up.
Figured they were left for you.

- Why's there four missing?

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no, what?

- I did it again.
- What'd you do?

I was sleep eating.

Oh, that explains that dream.

Huh.

"Commander McGarrett, please say yes.
Dr G Kimbo".

Who's Dr Kimbo?

Hey.

You, uh...
you wanna tell us something, Max?

Oh. Well, it appears that Dr Kimbo
was under the mistaken impression

that you are in charge
of all the hiring decisions.

Quite unfortunate because he was
actually a really strong candidate.

Strong candidate?

You're not even going to offer us one?

You know, some cops I know consider
that an arrestable offence?

Max, why are you hiring a new coroner?

Well, even with Noelani on board,
the ME's office is still short-staffed.

Case in point, I had to come in on
a Saturday to do an autopsy on a body.

All right. Well, who is he?

Mitch Lawson. He's 39 years old.

HPD found his abandoned car
along Halawa Drive.

When they inspected his vehicle,
they found the fuel gauge at empty,

then they noticed blood
on the trunk's lid.

Mr Lawson's body
was discovered inside the trunk.

Uh-huh. We got a COD?

COD was blunt force trauma to the head

resulting in several
depressed skull fractures.

Time of death
was between eight and nine pm,

which is actually interesting

because when HPD
did their preliminary investigations,

according to their notes,
the victim's key card was swiped

in the place of work at 9.37 pm.

Okay. So somebody kills him at work

and then uses the card
to get the body out of the building.

And then they dump the body into
the victim's trunk and they drive off.

And then shortly thereafter,
they run out of gas.

Uh-huh. Well, this definitely sounds
like none of this was planned.

You know, this is more of a, uh,

improvised-learn-as-you-go
kind of thing then.

Max, where does this guy work? I'm
thinking that's our primary crime scene.

He was a car salesman
at Pacific Motor Sales in Honolulu.

Okay. Let's call Duke, have him
take CSU down there to process,

then we'll have
to question everybody there.

I'm thinking our killer probably
worked with our vic here.

Yeah, you might wanna
pump your brakes there, Chief.

You're talking about car salesmen here.

So what?

They are masters
of psychological warfare.

Coupled with the fact
that they're all born liars.

You never bought a car before? They'll
lie to you just to make conversation.

You can question them
until you're blue in the face.

They're never gonna give you
a straight answer.

You seem to have quite an insight
into the profession, Captain.

You damn right I do.
And I'll tell you why.

I spent every summer
of my teenage years washing Chevys

at my uncle's dealership
back in Chicago.

To this day, my Uncle Kenny
is the crookedest bird I ever met.

You go ahead and march HPD
and them crime lab people in there

if you want to, all you gonna do
is end up raising the perp's antenna.

Okay. So, uh, what do you have in mind?

Well, if there's one thing
my Uncle Kenny's crooked ass taught me,

it's that you never cede an advantage.

And right now, we're sitting
on a pretty significant one.

Are we? And what's that?

Element of surprise.

Mike from Service,
pick up line four.

- Mike from Service, line four.
- Can you believe this?

Mitch's body is still warm

and they're already
bringing in someone to replace him.

Ladies and gentlemen, please give
a warm welcome to the newest member

of the Pacific Auto team,
Mr Roy Watts.

Yeah. Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

All right.
Who's ready to move some metal, huh?

Huh? Come on!

Well, that was a short-lived vacation.

Yeah, right? Danny had it right.

He got out of town with Melissa
before the call came in.

- Yeah. Hey, how's Sara?
- Um, still adjusting.

Actually, she didn't want me
to go to work this morning,

but Abby offered to take her
to the beach and that cheered her up.

Oh. Kids are so resilient.

And with time, she'll put what
happened behind her and move on.

- I hope.
- Hey, thanks for coming in.

Let's get to work.

And if you're not on the floor,
I expect you to be on the phones,

working those lead sheets.

So get out there
and close, close, close,

because it's what Mitch
would have wanted.

And if that's not incentive enough,

remember that the end of the year bonus
is still up for grabs.

This looks like a two-horse race to me.

Yeah. With only one horse left running.

Only person with a shot at
beating Mitch's numbers, Paul Burnett.

Mitch and Paul
are the heavy hitters here.

Schlubs like me, best we can hope for
is making our numbers

so we don't get fired this month.

It wasn't always that way,
though.

I was Salesman of the Year '07 to '09.

Hey, listen,
how much is that bonus anyway?

Fifty K.

So let's get out there.
Put your best foot forward.

- Lou.
- According to some of the guys here,

Paul Burnett and our vic
were constantly butting heads.

Two alpha males in the same office
vying for the same sales, you know?

Anyway, they would always
undercut each other's deals.

They even ran around bad mouthing
each other all over town.

Okay. And now
with Mitch out of the picture,

Paul's a shoo-in for that bonus, right?

That's right, all $50,000 of it.

And boy, does he need it.

Paul Burnett made some pretty
poor business decisions.

He invested everything he had into
a nightclub that's haemorrhaging cash,

- and now he's about to go broke.
- All right. So he had motive

and he had opportunity, plus we also
know he was there late last night.

Oh, it gets better than that.

I spoke to the receptionist who said

that Burnett was the first one
in the office today.

And outside of a sales meeting,

he's been in his office holed up with
the blinds drawn and the door locked.

Well, it sounds like that could
be our crime scene.

Hey, Lou, any chance you can get
into that office, take a look around?

Yeah. Yeah,
I think I got an idea about that.

What is it? I'm busy.

Pardon the interruption,
but I got a customer here.

He's interested in a test drive.

Financing, line six.
Financing, line six.

Really? It looks like the only thing

he's interested in
is the free Danish tray.

You know, it's funny you should mention
food. He does have a passion for it.

The man is looking
to expand his shrimp truck business,

and he told me he's gonna be needing
about four or five new trucks.

And you're just, uh,

handing me this amazing opportunity
out of the goodness of your heart?

- Oh, hell, no.
- Huh.

I'm doing it because when it comes
to fleet sales around this place,

I hear that you are the man.

That and the fact that you're gonna
give me 50 percent of the commission.

Finder's fee
is more like 20 percent.

Then I'll take 40.

I like you. I like you. Which is why
I am willing to kick you 30.

My man, 35 it is.

- Well played.
- Later.

Jackass.

Hello, sir. How you doing?
Paul Burnett.

I'm in charge of all the fleet sales
here at Pacific Motor Sales.

I hear you wanna test drive
one of our fantastic trucks.

Yeah, what's up, Lou?

What's up is I just found a smoking gun.

Interesting choice of words
considering our victim

had his head bashed in, but go on.

It's a figure of speech.
Just listen.

I've got Mitch Lawson's
lead sheets here. Okay?

I found them in the top drawer
of Paul Burnett's desk. He stole them.

And apparently, he's been spending
all morning trying

to poach Mitch's potential customers.

You're telling me this guy, Paul,
he kills Mitch,

then he steals
and uses Mitch's lead sheets

to get ahead so he can get the bonus?

Okay. I gotta meet him.
We're bringing him in.

This thing got seat warmers?

Uh, we don't order any
with that feature.

It's hardly necessary
in a warm climate like Hawaii.

Until you're on a long haul
and your butt falls asleep.

You gotta keep
that posterior stimulated.

It's really not safe
to text while driving.

Good point, brah. Grab the wheel.

Thanks.

We're just gonna
take the next left up here.

Left?

Sorry, brother, change of plans.

How's it going?

He's not gonna be taking the truck.

Let's go.

Paul, we know
that your nightclub is tanking.

We know that you got creditors
coming after you.

We know that that $50,000 bonus

would have gone a long way
to saving your ass.

So you think I killed Mitch
for that bonus money?

- You're a sharp guy.
- Yeah. That's a great theory and all,

but here's the thing.

I didn't do it.

So, sorry you had to waste your time,

but since you have me here,
what kind of car are you driving?

Because we have some incredible
lease programmes right now.

Okay. The only thing I want
to hear out of you right now

is your alibi for last night,
assuming you have one.

- You got one of those?
- I do.

Uh, after work, I went for sushi.
Nobu, of course.

And since you seem to have such
a problem believing anything

that a car salesman would say,

try asking the valet
or, uh, Tina, the hostess,

or the four friends I had dinner with,

or try asking the blonde
I took back to her hotel.

I think her name was Jennifer,
but I might be wrong on that.

I don't know.

Now, if there is nothing else,
uh, I've got some metal to shift.

- I left five deals up in the air.
- Sit your ass down.

Unless you have something useful to add,
we're gonna run your alibi. Okay?

It's gonna take a little while,
so get comfortable.

In the meantime, we'll tell your boss
that you're tied up here.

I'm sure your co-workers will be happy

to take some of those deals
off your hands.

- No, wait, wait, wait. Just wait.

Uh... I guess there was the phone call.

- Phone call?
- Yeah. Um...

Last night,
when I was leaving the dealership, uh,

I passed by Mitch's office,
and I overheard him on the phone.

I didn't get the details, but
the conversation sounded pretty heated.

I mean, Mitch was pissed.

Then you get to work the next day,
you find out Mitch has been killed,

but you don't... you don't think
to tell the cops about that phone call?

Well, I was busy, you know,
stealing those leads.

Hey, come on.
Mitch would've done the same thing.

Well, it looks like
Paul's alibi checks out.

Multiple witnesses account
for his movements last night.

Oh, well, back to square one.

Hey, I pulled the phone records
from the dealership.

It turns out the phone call
that Paul overheard last night

was between Mitch
and the dealership's stock manager.

Mitch called him to find out
if the car that he'd taken a deposit on

was ready for delivery.

The stock manager told him that another
salesman had sold it to somebody else.

And when Mitch found out,
he went through the roof.

Well, hell, I ain't surprised.

You're violating rule number one,
boosting somebody's sale.

That's something you just don't do
in this trade.

Okay. So maybe Mitch confronts this
other salesman, things get heated,

- and Mitch winds up dead.
- We know who stole the sale?

- Hey, Bobbo, you got a sec?

I sure do.

Yeah, I just got quick question for you.

By any chance, did you, uh,
happen to kill Mitch last night?

What?

Why on earth are you...
I mean, why are you asking me?

Well, Bob, for one thing,
that key chain of yours.

You don't really strike me as the
sparkly stiletto heel type, you know?

I don't know what that
has to do with anything,

but if you must know,
those keys belong to my wife.

Oh. Well, that makes perfect sense.

Yeah. Why you got 'em?

She needed new tyres,
so I brought her car to work today.

New tyres?
Yeah, you gotta get that taken care off.

Good thinking. Good thinking.

So I guess you just
took a cab home last night?

I mean, the only reason I'm asking
is ̒cause I just, uh,

happened to notice that your car
is in the parking lot as well.

She dropped her own car off.

Oh. Well, all right. Never mind.

You know,
you're real quick on your feet, Bob.

I can learn a lot from you.

Hey, didn't you tell me you were
Salesman of the Year from '07 to '09?

- Yeah, I was.
- Don't be so modest, Bob. Look at this!

Two trophies here, Salesman of the Year
2007 and 2009!

What happened to 2008?

Look,
I wish we could keep talking here,

but I really... I need to get
back to these lease agreements...

Oh, my bad. Yeah, of course, man.
Hey, always be closing, right?

Almost tripped over this thing.

You know, that's kind of
a weird placement for a plant, Bob.

Don't you think?

Hey, brother, if you're trying
to get your luck to change,

you better get some feng shui
going on up in here.

I'm not feeling it right now.
Tell you what, let me help you out.

- Why don't we move this over...
- Just leave it!

- It's no problem at all.
- Just leave it!

Don't worry about it, it's just...
Oh, oh, oh. Oh, Bob.

That looks like blood, Bob.

Whoops.

What's the matter?

- Oh.
- You've gotta believe me.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

So you just bashed Mitch's head
in about five or six times

with one of these trophies by accident?

I had a buyer who was ready to sign
on a car, but he was very particular.

Would only take silver
with certain options.

And it just so happens that that
exact same model came in in inventory,

except Mitch already
had a deposit on it.

But I know you, Bob.
Always be closing.

You didn't let that stop you, did you?
Huh?

- I...
- Watch out for the blood.

I was desperate.

Look, if I don't make my quota,
I'm out of a job.

I figured Mitch would be pissed
when he found out, but I was wrong.

He went absolutely crazy.

Really? Well, what happened?
Sit down and tell me about it.

He stormed in here and he said I had
to get the buyer on the phone

and unwind the deal.
He said he didn't care what I...

what I said, but he had
to have the car back right away,

which, as you know,
it's impossible to do.

I didn't want him to go to the boss,
so I...

I even offered
to give him his commission back.

And that's when he attacked me.

- Oh, so it was self-defence then?
- I didn't mean to kill him.

I just wanted him to stop.

Then when you realised he's dead,
now you got a real problem.

I guess you had to improvise then, huh?
What'd you do?

Just wait till everybody left then put
Mitch in the trunk of his own car

and drove around looking for a spot
to dump the body?

Only you couldn't do that
before you ran out of gas.

So you just left the car there and then
took a cab or something home, right?

Next day, you just wake up,
and you get in your wife's car

and just drive to work, right?
That about the gist of it, Bob?

Look... there's got
to be a way we can figure out

how to keep all this in this office.

All right. Well...

I'm listening.

What if I give you
all my commission next month?

Quarter... I mean, year.

You can have it all.

What do you say, Roy? Come on.

Let's make a deal.

Hold on, Bob.

You still think I'm a car salesman?

Bob.

Let's go.

- Got it?
- Excuse us.

All right, radio it in.

- Time to pack it up there, Roy.
- Yeah.

What's up?

Chin, something about this
doesn't add up.

Doesn't it seem odd to you
that Mitch would be this desperate

to get one car back?

Well, these guys are sharks.
You said so yourself.

Yeah, I know, I know. But even
considering the dog-eat-dog of it all...

...do you think it makes sense for a guy
to come in and attack his co-worker?

Physically attack him
over a $500 commission?

You may have a point there.

Well, I did some digging.

Look at that.

Those are Mitch's sales reports
for the last two years.

And every other month
for the last two years,

he's sold the same exact car
to the same exact person.

Who the hell buys
that many of the same car?

A gentleman by the name of Lee Sung.

Here's what we know about Lee Sung.
He came from Seoul six years ago.

He runs a local body shop.

According to HPD's Narcotics Division,

he's a known affiliate
of the KFS syndicate.

It's a Korean street gang that controls
most of the heroin trade on the island.

Okay. But most guys in the drug trade
go for flashy cars.

They don't normally
order economy cars in bulk.

Yeah, there's more.

HPD searched Mitch Lawson's house.

They found a secret safe with close
to a million dollars cash inside.

Oh. Well, that ain't car money.
Hat's drug money.

All right. So Mitch must have gotten
involved in Sung's heroin business,

and those car sales
were a way of laundering money.

Wait a minute.
There's another possibility.

Lou, where are those cars manufactured?

Well, the parts were mostly
made in Japan and Canada,

but the final product
is assembled in India.

Okay. India is one of Asia's
major trade centres for heroin.

So you're saying these cars
were used to smuggle dope into Hawaii?

Well, it explains why Mitch was
so desperate to get that vehicle back.

It also means
whoever Bob Mason sold the car to

is driving around a payload of drugs.

Well, assuming that Sung
hasn't tracked him down already.

All right. Kono, get an APB out
on that vehicle and notify SWAT.

Have them meet all of us down
at Sung's body shop. All right, guys?

I'm about to load.

Five-0!
Let me see your hands!

Hey!

- We'll get it.
- Thank you.

Well, Sung's not here.
HPD is trying to track him down.

Well, I ran every VIN number
on this sheet.

The car that was sold out
from under Mitch is not here.

That means the buyer
could still be in danger.

Well, hopefully not for long,
because HPD just spotted the car

- and they're pulling him over now.

Sorry, officer. It's a new car.
Um, was I speeding?

Sir, I'm not pulling you
over for a violation.

We have a very serious situation here.

For your own safety, I need you
to exit the vehicle and come with...

Get out of my car.

So no witnesses.

Squad car had a dash cam in it,
but the perp shot it out.

I'm gonna get it over
to the lab anyway

and see if they can pull
something off the hard drive.

Looks like they got what they came for.

All right. Here's what I don't get.

Okay. Most smuggling operations,

they expect to write off
a certain percentage of their shipments.

It's the cost of doing business.
Everybody knows that.

So even if this car
was loaded with product,

to kill a cop and a civilian in broad
daylight doesn't make any sense to me.

Yeah, you're right. They wouldn't.
It wouldn't be worth the risk.

So why would they do it?

Mr Sung in the flesh.

I'd say it's a pleasure to make
your acquaintance, but it's not.

You and Mitch, slick operation, huh?

I mean, judging by the mountain
of cash we found at Mitch's house,

I'd say business has been good.

No witty retort to that one? Okay.

Then maybe you can help me
understand something else.

You're under the radar, you're making
a bunch of money, things are good,

and then this double homicide in broad
daylight, killing a cop no less.

Explain that to me
because that's a pretty ballsy move.

You had to know that would
get my attention.

I'm sure you hear this all the time,

but I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Nice try. Nice try. But we found the car
and the bodies you left with it,

and if you add your drug charges
on to that,

you're looking at the end
of your days as a free man.

Okay, look.

All right, I've been smuggling drugs
into the island, but like you said,

my game is all about avoiding cops,
not capping them in the streets.

Truth is, Mitch was no longer
handling transpo for us.

- Really?
- He called a couple of weeks back

to say that he had a better offer
and was calling time on our arrangement.

- You just accepted that?
- Yeah, I had to.

- Oh, yeah?
- I was in the process

of sourcing a new smuggling route
to Oahu.

Was I annoyed with Mitch? Sure.

That haole screwed me, but I'm not
suicidal enough to kill a cop over it.

Okay?

You sit tight.

- Really?

The lab tore that car apart.

There wasn't any evidence of heroin,
or any other drug for that matter.

So there's no drugs in the car.
What's in the car?

- We just don't know yet.
- I just got this off the dash cam.

It's pretty damaged,
but the techs were able to salvage it.

- That's our shooter.
- Can you enhance that?

Yeah, I recognise him.
He was here yesterday.

He came in to pick up a car
he bought from Mitch.

The thing is, it had already been sold.

Right, by Bob Mason, yeah? Okay.

How'd this guy react once he realised
the car wasn't here any more?

Not well. He was upset.
Ken, the manager, stepped in.

Took him into his office and offered him
a discount on another vehicle.

Let me guess,
he didn't want another vehicle.

He actually agreed to take a test drive,

but when Ken came back from
photocopying the guy's driver's licence,

he was gone.

Excuse us for a sec.

That's the same move I used.

You agree to take a test drive
to get the manager out of his office,

you go into his office,
get on his computer

and find out the name
and address of the buyer.

Right, once he's got this kid's address,

he goes and follows this kid,
waits for the chance to jack the car.

But then the coppers show up,
now you're forced to improvise.

Excuse me, you were saying, uh,
the guy left

before your manager Ken
went back to his office.

That must mean you still
have his driver's licence?

Yes.

Thank you very much.

"Tad Smith".

Why do I get the feeling
that's not his real name?

You guys were right.
The driver's licence was a fake.

So the good news
is that we ran the photo

and we got a hit with facial rec.

The bad news is,
that's where the good news ends.

Suspect's name is Jared Namal.

He's been on a FBI and Interpol
watch list for the past six months.

For what?

Namal's believed to have ties
to several active terror cells.

Wait a minute.
I thought this was a Narco case.

- What's a terrorist doing involved?

- Two to one says that's more bad news.
- Max.

Yeah, Max?

Whoa, hey, Max, slow down.

I can't understand you. Hold on.

- Go ahead.
- I said the dead car buyer had traces

of gamma radiation in his system.

The only way that would be possible
is if he was exposed to some sort

of volatile radioactive material,
possibly uranium.

I have to finish putting
the lab on lockdown.

When I have more information,
I will give you a call.

That car was being used
to transport radioactive material.

Namal could be looking
to build a dirty bomb.

DHS is allocating
all available resources.

The director's being briefed
as we speak.

All right. Namal is gonna
be looking to maximise casualties,

so we need to focus on public
and highly populated areas.

I got something.
I ran Namal's financials.

He subleased a unit
in an apartment complex two weeks ago.

And satellite surveillance shows his car
is parked there right now.

Let's go.

Jared Namal! Five-0!

Fall back, fall back!

He's in here. Secure the perimeter.

Guys!

Oh! What's all over his face?

It's radiation poisoning.

McGarrett.

McGarrett, get in here!
I think we got it.

Radiation levels are off the charts.

All right, everybody, all back!
We need to evacuate this building.

Get DHS in here right away.
Let's go.

- Hey.
- Hey, Chin. Kono's inside.

Actually, I came to talk to you.

Uh-oh. Sounds serious.

We, uh, gonna talk about our feelings,
huh? Should I get you a beer first?

Yeah. Kumbaya.

Actually, uh, I did wanna say thank you.

What you did for me yesterday,
coming all the way down to Mexico,

that was above and beyond.

And I think it was a violation
of your parole as well.

Yeah, well,
you don't have to say anything.

Actually, you know what? I do.

Listen, man,

when you and Kono first got together,
I was hard on you.

I'll always do what I can
to protect my family, you know.

But time and again,
I've watched you put her first.

And when you came down to Mexico
and put yourself on the line for me...

it meant a lot.

You know, I meant, uh,

you don't have to say anything
to my parole officer, right?

- Right?
- All right. All right.

- Your secret's safe with me.
- Thank you.

- I will take one of those beers.
- All right.

- Coming right up.
- Thanks.

Yes, sir.
DHS is currently analysing the weapon.

And hopefully, we can trace where
the nuclear material was sourced from.

But the minute
I get some new information,

you will be the first to know.

Thank you very much, sir.
Yes, sir.

- Bad time?
- No. It's all good.

Just, uh, just getting done here.
The guest suite is all yours.

Actually, that's not why I'm here.

I was doing some apartment hunting,
I found a great listing.

- It's clean, roomy, close to work.
- What's the problem?

Look familiar?

Oh, Commander, what a pleasant surprise.
Please come in.

Thank you. Thanks, Max.

What brings you around
in the neighbourhood?

Oh, I'm, uh... here about the rental.

Yes, uh... oh, well, uh,
I was just gauging

the temperatures
of local leasing market.

Sabrina and I are thinking
about upgrading to a bigger space.

You know, Max, I hear your dollar
goes a long way in Africa.

Come on, Max. I mean, it wasn't...
it wasn't too hard to piece together.

And it wasn't just you hiring a new ME
or listing your apartment.

The minute you got back, I had a feeling
we'd be having this conversation

because you changed
when you went away, Max.

It was clear that that experience
really affected you.

Hawaii is the only home I've ever known.
And leaving is a monumental decision.

I just thought, in some ways,
you'd be disappointed in me.

Max, you're a man who is driven
by the desire to help other people.

That's the most important thing
in the world.

I'm proud of you.
I'm so proud of you.

And also, you should know that,
from personal experience,

it doesn't matter how far you travel
or where you go,

you can always come back home. Okay?

And if you ever do decide to do that,

you got a job and you got
your Five-0 ohana waiting for you.

- Mahalo.
- Yeah, man.

- Oh, I believe that's you.

Excuse me for a second.

Yeah, Lou. What's good?

Listen, we got a real problem.

DHS x-rayed that suitcase.
They found it to be empty.

What are you talking about?
How is that possible?

Well, apparently,
the levels we detected at the apartment

were from residual radiation.

What if we were too late

and Namal has already passed
that uranium off to somebody else?

That's right.
And whoever that someone else is,

they now have enough of that stuff
in their possession

to kill half the population
on this island.