Previously on Hawaii Five-O...
We finally managed to locate your niece's
aunt and uncle in Mexico.
They 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 shootout.
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 someplace 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.
Huh?
Take the door.
Adam.
I couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
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.
Oh, 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.
Doggy, doggy.
When were they last fed?
Six days, patrón.
You know, we didn't always use the collar.
But the dogs would tear open the carotid artery.
Next thing you know, it would be over too quickly, huh?
You know, it's funny.
You're doing all this for your brother's honor,
when 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 organization.
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.
(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 7x12 ♪ Ka 'aelike (The Deal) Original Air Date on January 6, 2017
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Uncle Chin!
Hey.
Hey. You ready? Hey.
Almost.
Hey, Steve.
When I said good-bye 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 apologize.
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.
Thank you, Jorge.
Oh.
Can we go home now, Uncle Chin?
Yes. We can.
♪ I wish that I could be ♪
♪ In Hawaii ♪
♪ And kicking back is where you'd find me ♪
♪ And somewhere underneath a palm tree ♪
♪ On the island of Hawaii ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
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.
What 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 going 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 not to mess with my circadian rhythms.
You do realize it's almost 10:00 in the morning, right?
Jerry,
you got to get a place.
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 is there four missing? - Ha!
Oh, no.
“Oh, no,” what?
I did it again.
What'd you do?
I was sleep-eating.
Well, that explains that dream.
Huh.
“Commander McGarrett, please say yes.
Dr. G. Kimbo.”
Who's Dr. Kimbo?
Hey.
You, uh, you want to tell us something, Max?
Well, it appears that Dr. Kimbo was under
the mistaken impression that you were in charge
of all the hiring decisions.
Quite unfortunate, because he was actually
a really strong candidate.
Strong candidate?
You're not even gonna offer us one?
You know, some cops I know
consider that an arrestable offense?
Max, why are you hiring a new coroner?
Well, even with Noelani on board,
the M.E.'s office is still short-staffed.
Case in point, I had to come in on Saturday
to do an autopsy on a body.
All right, well, who is he?
Mitch Lawson. Uh, 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 C.O.D.?
C.O.D. was blunt force trauma to the head,
resulting in several
depressed skull fractures.
Time of death was between 8:00 and 9:00 p.m.,
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 p.m.
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.
Hmm. Well, it definitely sounds like none of this was planned.
You know, it's just more of a, uh, improvised,
learn-as-you-go kind of thing.
Max, where's 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 want to 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 till 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's 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're 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? What's that?
Element of surprise.
Do you believe this? Mitch's body's 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!
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.
Huh. Hey, how's Sara?
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.
Hmm.
Schlubs like me, best we can hope for
is making our numbers so we don't get fired this month.
Wasn't always that way, though.
I was Salesman of the Year, '07 to '09.
Hey, listen, how much is that bonus, anyway?
50K.
Let's get out there
and 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 hemorrhaging 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
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.
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.
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% of the commission. Ha.
Finder's fee is more like 20%.
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. Thank you.
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 want to 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 got to meet him. We're bringing him in.
This thing got seat warmers?
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 got to keep that posterior stimulated.
It's really not safe to text while driving.
Good point, brah.
Grab the wheel.
Thanks.
Just take the next left up here.
Left?
Sorry, bruddah, change of plans.
How's it going?
He's not gonna be taking the truck.
Let's go.
Paul, we know 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.
Well, you're a sharp guy. Yeah, that's...
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 programs 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 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 coworkers 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-I overhead him on the phone.
I didn't get the details,
but the conversation sounded pretty heated.
I mean, Mitch was pissed.
And you get to work the next day,
you found 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 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 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, Mitch winds up dead.
We know who stole the sale?
Hey, Bob-o. You got a sec?
I-I sure do.
Yeah, I just got a quick question for you.
By any chance, did you, uh,
happen to kill Mitch last night?
Wha... What?
Wh-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.
Oh, well, that makes perfect sense.
Yeah. Why you got them?
She needed new tires,
so I brought her car to work today.
New tires. Yeah, you got to get that taken care of.
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...
happen 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 could learn a lot from you.
Didn't you tell me you were
Salesman of the Year, '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?
L-Look, I-I wish we could keep talking here,
but I-I really... I need to get back to these lease agreements.
Oh. My bad. Yeah, of course. Yeah.
Hey. Always be closing, right?
I almost tripped over this thing.
Oh, 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...
Uh, just leave it! Leave it! No, it's no trouble at all.
Don't worry about it. It's just... Ooh, ooh. Oh.
Ooh, Bob.
That looks like blood, Bob.
Whoops.
Huh? What's the matter?
Oh. Oh, yeah.
You got to believe me.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
So, you just bashed Mitch's head in about five, 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.
He 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?
I...
Watch out for the blood.
I-I was desperate.
Look, i-if I don't make my quota,
I'm out of a job.
I-I figured Mitch would be pissed when he found out,
but I was wrong.
He went absolutely crazy.
Really? Well, what happened? Sit down, tell me about it.
He stormed in here, and he...
he said I had to get the buyer on the phone
and-and unwind the deal.
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-I didn't want him to go to the boss.
So, uh... I even offered to give him his commission back.
And that's when he-he attacked me.
Oh, so it was self-defense, then?
I didn't mean to kill him.
I just wanted him to stop.
Then, when you realize 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?
Uh, 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.
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 coworker-- physically attack him--
over a $500 commission?
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. That's drug money.
All right.
So, Mitch must've 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-and Canada.
But the final product is assembled in India.
Okay, India is one of Asia's major trade centers 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 them 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?
Five-O! Let's see your hands!
Hey!
Well, Sung's not here.
HPD's 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,
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.
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,
'cause 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
onto that,
you're looking at the end of your days as a free man.
Okay, look, all right,
I've been smuggling drugs onto 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 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?
Yeah, I was in the process of-of
sourcing a new smuggling route onto Oahu.
Was I annoyed with Mitch?
Sure. That haole screwed me.
But I'm not suicidal enough to kill a cop over it.
All right?
You sit tight.
Really?
So 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 that 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 recognize him. He was here yesterday.
He came in to pick up a car he bought from Mitch.
Thing is, it had already been sold.
Right, by Bob Mason, yeah?
Okay, how'd this guy react
once he realized the car wasn't here anymore?
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 license, he was gone.
Excuse us for a sec.
That's the same move I use.
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 came on back to his office.
That must mean you still have his driver's license.
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 license 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 is was a narco case.
What's a terrorist doing involved?
Two to one says that's more bad news.
Max.
Yeah, Max.
Wait, 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 materials.
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 maximize casualties.
So we need to focus on public, 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's parked there right now.
Let's go.
Jared Namal, Five-O!
Fall back, fall back!
He's in here.
Secure the perimeter. Gun!
Oh, my God.
What's that 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, fall 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 want to 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, 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 analyzing the weapon.
And hopefully we can trace where the nuclear material
was sourced from.
But the minute I get some new information,
you'll be the first to know.
Thank you very much.
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.
Hey.
Please come in. Hey, thank you.
Thanks, Max.
What brings you around in the neighborhood?
Oh, I'm, uh...
...here about the rental.
Yes, uh...
well, I was just gauging the temperature
of the 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-wasn't too hard
to piece together.
And it wasn't just you hiring a new M.E.
or-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's the only home I've ever known.
Leaving it is a monumental decision.
I just thought...
in some ways you'd be... disappointed with 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 got your Five-O 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.
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