Previously on Hawaii Five-O...
After my first marriage ended, told myself
I would never get involved with someone
with yakuza ties again.
Tamiko, you can get free of it.
Look at me. I did.
You can fool others
by carrying that badge, but...
you can only fool yourself for so long.
One day, you will accept who you are
and who you'll always be.
Hey. Do you mind handing me
the conditioner right there on the counter?
This one?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Oops.
Okay, I see.
The old, uh, conditioner trick.
Very clever.
I really do have to, uh,
make it into work at some point today.
You're not going anywhere until you get my back.
So...
Adam!
Tamiko!
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Mr. Noshimuri.
Get up.
Mr. Noshimuri, get up.
No, no. Tam-Tamiko.
Tamiko.
She-she was taken.
I know.
D-Did you get a ransom call?
What do they want? Is she okay?
Do you know who took her?
I killed one of them.
He may have a-a phone, a wallet.
Something that could help us find what...
Your help is not needed here.
I think they're Filipino.
One of them said something in Tagalog.
Let me rephrase. Your help is not wanted.
Yeah, well-well, like it or not, I'm involved.
And I have access
to resources even you don't.
The men who kidnapped my daughter
were quite clear when they contacted me.
Any involvement by the authorities,
and Tamiko will be killed.
Then we'll leave Five-O out of it.
You're not listening to me, Mr. Noshimuri.
My men and I will take care of this... alone.
We're done.
Here.
Get dressed and go home.
Yes. Oh, thanks so much, guys,
for coming to help.
I really appreciate it.
Listen, I promise you it's gonna go by really quick
because we got so many extra hands.
Happy to help. Especially when there's
a free meal at the end of it.
Literally the only reason I'm here.
Dinner's on me tonight, but full disclosure,
you're gonna have to earn those steaks,
because we're gonna have to move everything
out of this place... today.
Okay, the good folks
that purchased my home gave me a little extra time
to clean out the garage, and, unfortunately,
time is running out.
I'm in an episode of Hoarders.
Yeah. Uh, Cap, how...
how do you want to attack this thing?
You want to do three piles? You know, toss, keep, maybe?
Three... three piles?
What do you mean, three piles?
One pile.
One pile. This whole place is just one big pile.
And we're gonna take this pile, take it right out here,
and dump it in these dumpsters right here.
You think I'm gonna pay some idiot with a van
to bring some more of this dusty stuff over to my new place?
How should we do this?
Should we all make our own trips,
or should we do it assembly line style?
Oh, assembly line style is right.
Let me tell you exactly how it's gonna work, Junior.
You hand it to me, I will hand it to you,
tiptoe over here,
and you just throw it in the dumpster right there.
Okay. All right, people, let's remember,
everything must go.
- Hey, Cap. - Yeah.
Look, it's Samantha's old bike.
I don't think you guys
are quite grasping the assembly line concept.
This girl loved this bike so much, she made me
ship it out here when we moved here from Chicago.
Look at that. Let me see.
She was so crazy about this thing.
I still remember the day
we brought this bike home.
Ooh. She rang that stupid bell
from the bike shop all the way home.
- Well, memories are great, aren't they? - Yeah.
You know why? Because they don't take up any space.
Unlike that bike.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, she's right.
Samantha's a grown woman.
She ain't gonna ride this bike anymore.
Hell, she probably doesn't even realize it's still here.
Come on, let's get rid of it.
- Just take... - No. Don't-don't... don't touch that.
Joons. You're sure, Cap?
Joons. Not helping.
You know, when I came back from deployment,
my mom decided to throw out my entire collection
- of pro wrestling action figures. - What?
Yeah. You know, she assumed that I didn't want them.
And, well, did you?
You know, I just wish I was consulted.
Put that bike down.
That's my daughter's bike.
I'm calling Samantha tonight
and see if she still wants to keep it.
- Well, that's a great idea. - Yeah.
Here's another. Next time, leave Junior at home.
Bring his mom instead.
Officer Rey.
Yeah. Okay, we're on the way.
Well, it sounds like we just caught a case.
Actually, we caught three.
All right, guys, Duke Lukela said we have three victims.
Is that correct?
That's right. All male. All in their early 40s.
Oy. Prime of their lives.
Guys in their 40s love saying that.
Okay, Tani, you're up. Let's go.
Meet victim number one.
This is Pekelo Aukai. He's the chef-owner
of one of the trendiest new restaurants on the island.
Well, he was until this morning.
The general manager told me that he came in early
to start prep for tonight's dinner rush.
The arson unit is saying that his gas line
was tampered with.
That's one way to get the job done.
Lou?
Victim number two's name is Makaio Keahi.
Apparently, Mr. Keahi made his ducats running a fleet
of charter fishing boats.
Must have been better at steering those than his car.
- Let me guess. Brakes failed? - Yep.
- And they had help. - All right, that's two.
Junior, you're up.
Okay, so victim number three
is Jon Kalama, successful photographer.
His wife said that he came home from his run,
showered and went for his usual morning swim.
CSU techs said that it looks like
someone played around with the pool light wiring.
The thing was a death trap.
Three homicides, all designed to look like accidents.
Did CSU find any prints,
foreign DNA at any of the scenes?
- None. - Same.
Nothing here.
Super. So we are at square zero
with whoever set up these traps.
Well, if we can't connect the killer
to any of these victims, we need to see
if we can connect the victims to each other, right?
See, I was thinking the same thing.
So, when I spoke to Jon's wife, I showed her
photos of the two other victims,
and she said that she's never seen or heard of them before.
Same with the boat man's old lady.
Pekelo's single,
but his business partner gave me the same answers.
Well, let's get to work.
We need to find out what connects a chef,
a boat captain and a photographer.
Sounds like the setup for a bad joke.
Yeah? Well, the joke's on us, 'cause we're the ones that are gonna
have to solve a triple homicide.
You okay?
You're not your usual ray of sunshine this morning.
Oh, no, I'm fine.
I just got some blood work back from my doctor.
I guess my cholesterol's getting up there,
- and blah, blah, blah. - Oh.
Don't they have, like, old-man drugs
- for you to take for that? - Yeah, they do.
This guy's telling me I got to change my whole diet now.
Like, no rich foods.
He says I can't eat steak.
Oh, no. I mean, what else are you gonna eat?
Oh, oh, I see what you did. That's a caveman joke, right?
Yeah, that's funny. Good job.
I see what you did there.
Hey, Adam, what's up?
Hey, Steve, listen, I don't, uh...
I don't think I'm gonna make it in today.
- You okay? - Yeah, I just, uh...
I came down with a bug or something.
All right, well, rest up.
I mean, there's nothing going on here that we can't handle.
Let us know if you need anything, all right?
Thanks. Will do.
All right, pal.
Junior, how we doing connecting these victims?
Uh, yeah, well, I checked their cell records,
and three nights ago, um, Jon, our photographer,
placed a call to the other two vics.
Oh, well, there you go. We have them connected.
Yeah, but the strange thing is, there's no history
of them ever calling each other before that.
And I cross-checked their phone records
as far back as I could... We're talking about years here...
- And there's still nothing. - That is weird.
How long did the calls last for?
Uh, just a couple of minutes.
Uh, long enough to set up a meet.
Because that same night the calls were made,
Jon's credit card showed up a charge
at a dive bar in Waipahu.
I sent the bartender a photo of our vics,
and he confirms that the three of them
sat at a table for a few rounds.
Okay. Hey, guys, what's up?
So, we have established
that our victims knew each other.
We do not know how or why
somebody would want to kill them. Yeah.
But we got ourselves a suspect.
At least for one of the victims.
Seems that Makaio Keahi's
boat business was struggling.
In fact, he had just filed a lawsuit
against his main competitor, Brian DiSalva.
DiSalva recently upgraded his fleet,
and ever since then, Makaio's numbers have plummeted.
I didn't know you could sue someone for that.
Oh, this is America. I could sue Lou here for wearing that shirt.
Yeah, you could, but even if a judge had
absolutely no fashion sense, he'd just toss the case.
Well, it sounds like Makaio's case was
just as ridiculous. I spoke to the arbitrator
who was trying to close the case.
She says that Makaio allegedly sent over
a bunch of thugs over to one of DiSalva's boats
to try to sabotage it. And, apparently, last week,
DiSalva said he's threatening to retaliate.
I guess we need to talk to Mr. DiSalva.
If I'm being honest,
doesn't surprise me someone killed Makaio.
That dude had a unique ability to get under your skin.
Sure was making my life miserable.
Do you suppose that this man
realizes that he just
gave us a motive
for him to commit mur...
You really ain't too bright, are you?
I mean, first, you start off by threatening the guy
in front of an arbitrator. That's right.
We-we know all about that.
Who do you think you're talking to?
I said that I would break a-a stern light, maybe,
not kill the guy.
Look, genius,
Makaio's wife said that he drove his car back
from the docks last night without incident,
meaning that his brake line was tampered with before dawn.
So, where were you
between the hours of 11:00 p.m. last night
and 6:30 a.m. on this fine morning?
I was with my girlfriend at the movies,
and then we came back to my place and went to sleep.
All right, then, Casanova.
We're gonna go check your story out.
But it's gonna be a while, so...
enjoy your surroundings.
This is perfect, really.
Makaio's dead, and he's still messing with me.
You know what the worst part is?
I gave him a job when he was struggling.
You'd think that would count for something.
Hold on.
Makaio used to work for you?
About ten years ago, yeah.
He was in bad shape then... Living in his car,
stringing together random jobs.
I let him sleep on my boat, work it off as a deckhand.
He was grateful till he wasn't.
And what changed?
He came into money.
A lot, as far as I could tell.
Next thing I know, he's bought his own boat,
and he's working as my competition.
I don't suppose you have any idea where that windfall
- came from, do you? - I asked him.
More than once. He never gave a straight answer.
Did a deep dive into the financial history of our vics.
Makaio wasn't the only one to come into a pile of money
ten years ago, because at the same time, Jon
put a down payment on a condo.
I spoke to Pekelo's business partner.
She said that he opened his first restaurant...
You guessed it... ten years ago.
They all got some kind of payday at the same time.
Yeah, but you wouldn't know it by their bank accounts.
According to some old bank statements,
all of them had nearly nothing in their accounts.
Which means that their big score likely came in the form of cash.
They had to have got that cash illegally, right?
Well, seems to me like whatever they were involved in back then
finally caught up with them.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
We got to figure out where the cash came from.
Hey. Was surprised to get your call, man.
- It's been a while. - Yeah.
I need some information, Bodhi.
Inflation.
What do you know about Filipino gang activity?
Particularly anyone who's got beef with the yakuza.
Hey, man, you got a light?
You got any intel, or am I taking my money back?
All right. They call themselves the Pinoy Playas. Okay?
They just showed up on the island a few months ago
looking to get a piece of the fentanyl trade.
Which the yakuza has locked up.
Right. Me, I'm a free market kind of guy.
You know, competition's healthy.
But yakuza, they don't see it that way.
Two weeks ago, a warehouse full of Pinoy product
just went up in flames, and...
the word on the street is Masuda's guys lit the match.
Where do I find them?
Who, the Pinoy Playas?
- Yeah. - Uh-uh.
All right, what's it gonna take, Bodhi?
Hey, listen, man. I can't spend
your money if I'm dead, right?
But trust me,
these aren't the guys you want to tangle with.
Right now I'd worry about tangling with me.
Talk, or I promise you
that when I find these guys...
And believe me, I will find them...
I'll tell 'em you sent me.
There's a bar...
on Eluwene.
Anyone want to take me out, this guy goes with me.
Put the guns down, guys. Guns down.
Wallets, phones, cash on the table in front of you.
Come on!
Hurry up.
You. Put it all in there.
Now. All right, come on, come on.
Hurry up!
Fill it up. All that cash. Come on.
That's good. Hurry up.
Hand it over.
Get up. You're coming with me.
Move!
Let's go.
You're gonna die for this.
So, yeah, we got an update on our victims
and what they were up to ten years ago.
We know that Makaio worked for DiSalva as a deckhand.
Also, he picked up other odd jobs:
janitorial work, construction, whatever he could get.
And our chef, Pekelo,
worked as a busboy for different places,
and Jon got by parking cars for various valet companies.
So no indication of criminal activity.
As far as we know, their day-to-day lives
were pretty normal.
Well, the only thing even remotely connected
to anything criminal then and now
is Jon's apparent interest in prisoner advocacy.
- Huh. - So, over the last couple
years, he's put a lot of money
into a local group called the Innocent Walk Foundation.
Oh, wait. I've heard of them. They're like the Innocence Project.
- Right? - Yes. And I spoke
to the head of the organization.
He told me that Jon
specified that he wanted all of his donations
to go to a specific case, that of a Roger Maliah,
who's currently at Halawa serving life
for the murder of an investment banker.
Okay. Did Jon's boss say anything
about why Jon was so interested in this case?
He didn't, but I will say
that the murder happened ten years ago.
Same time these guys got their money.
All right. Let's reach out to Halawa,
see if we can get some face time with Roger Maliah.
What you got there?
Is that one of those malasadas
- Junior brought in today? - Yep.
Two of them, actually.
Oh, give me one of those. I'm starving.
What? No, no way. Not with your new diet.
- Mm-mm. - My new diet?
Yeah. Doctor didn't say anything about malasadas.
He said no red meat.
- Give me a doughnut. - I am pretty sure
that a rich, buttery pastry filled with creamy,
sinfully delicious custard
is not part of your new diet.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Yeah.
This might be the best...
Mm, no. It is the best malasada I've ever had.
Mm!
You're just gonna sit there, eat that thing right in front of me,
- huh? - Mm-hmm. I am.
'Cause the way I see it,
it's good practice. You know? 'Cause people are
gonna be eating this stuff around you all the time.
- I'm starting to get that feeling. - I'm gonna have to talk
to Junior about bringing this in every single day.
Give me that doughnut.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Don't touch the doughnut.
Just give me the doughnut!
Just drive. Drive.
Tell Masuda I'm here.
He doesn't want to see you.
Hey! Masuda!
- Masuda! - Hey!
What are you doing here?
He's with the Filipinos
who took Tamiko.
He'll know where they're keeping her.
Take him in the back.
I thought I made myself clear.
You were not to get involved!
I was careful.
They have no idea this has anything to do with you.
And if they figure it out? Huh?
What then?
Your actions have placed my daughter in great danger
when I have already arranged for her return.
What are you talking about?
- When? - Tonight.
They guaranteed they will release her unharmed.
And you believe them?
Yes.
With respect, Masuda-San, Tamiko was innocent in all this.
That didn't stop them from taking her,
from nearly killing me. These are not honorable men.
- How can you take them at their word? - Because...
Because I'm giving them exactly what they want.
Sakazuki ceremony.
You're transferring power?
I am.
You met Kenji Higashi,
my wakagashira.
So the ransom...
it's your life for hers.
A small price for Tamiko's return.
No. Small price?
Masuda-San, there must be another way.
This way poses the least risk.
It's a father's sacrifice.
One I'm ready to make.
Mr. Higashi...
shall we proceed?
_
Do you know this man?
We need your help, Mr. Maliah.
You need my help?
Where have you been the last ten years
when I needed help getting out of here?
Yeah, we get it.
You don't trust the cops or the system.
But this man... he's been in your corner for years.
I've never seen that guy before in my life. What's this about?
You heard of the Innocent Walk Foundation?
This guy's name is Jon Kalama.
He's been privately bankrolling
an effort to get you out of this place.
And this morning, he was murdered.
I don't understand.
Mr. Maliah, the man you were convicted of killing,
Cameron Winston... You worked for him?
I did landscaping for him.
And when he stiffed me on a payment,
I admit we got into it.
Things got physical.
I put my hands on him.
But you didn't kill him.
No. Someone did, though.
That same night in the same room we argued in.
I mean, your DNA, your prints were all over that crime scene.
- You know that, right? - Yes, they were.
But since he was holding some fancy party that night,
meaning dressed up rich people only,
there was no way I could've moved in and out
without nobody seeing me, which nobody did.
- Because you weren't there? - No, ma'am, I was not.
That's the truth,
which don't matter unless the right people believe it.
But the clocks ran out, so now they never will.
What? What are you talking about?
My final appeal was denied.
Just came down last week.
So I'm in here for the long haul.
The toughest part is knowing I'll
never get to see my little girl again.
Miss that little kid like crazy, though.
I'd write her a letter if I knew where they were living.
The fact that she's out there,
growing up...
and I'm gonna miss her whole life.
It's torture, bro!
I don't get a guilty read off that guy.
I mean, after all these years, denying it as loud as though he
just got cuffed. In my experience,
people like that are either
innocent or delusional,
and he does not seem like a crazy person to me.
Let's assume Maliah is telling the truth.
Maybe that's why Jon Kalama
was supporting his appeals process.
Because he knows the guy didn't do it.
How do you figure?
I don't know. Maybe Jon did it himself.
Maybe he's the killer or he knows who did it.
Yeah, Lou, what's up?
You got me and Quinn.
And we got news.
Pulled that file from the murder
of that banker from ten years ago.
Guess who HPD interviewed right at the scene.
Please tell me it was one of our victims.
Try all three.
They were all working various kinds of service jobs that night
at some swanky fundraiser.
Pekelo was a busboy, Jon was working valet,
and Makaio was tending bar.
They were all suspects at the time?
No, actually, forensics cleared them.
The only reason they were even in the file is
because they all made statements.
And each one of them told the cops, "Didn't see a thing."
Yeah, they could've lied to the cops.
I mean, maybe they all witnessed the murder.
Yeah, if the killer was a high-society, rich,
two-hour-lunch-on-Tuesday type, it's not hard to believe
they would pay big bucks for silence.
All right, I can see that. I mean, that would
explain where all that cash came from.
Why kill them now?
We just found out that Roger Maliah's final
appeal process was denied.
Now, Jon was bankrolling those appeals.
I mean, what if that is the thing
that tipped him over the edge?
What if that was the final piece?
The guilt got too much, you know?
So Jon reached out to the others
with that phone call three days ago.
He said it was time to come clean
and name the real guilty party.
Maybe.
Look, if I was the killer and I found out about that plan,
those would be the three voices I'd want to silence.
We need to find out who did this murder and fast.
Because the way it looks now,
they just killed three more people.
Detective Belden, come in.
Wanted to run this by you before it goes wide.
A card game in Kalihi
was just stuck up by a gunman in a mask.
Nearby pedestrians called in the gunshots.
The robbery victims are a bunch of hard cases
who didn't feel like talking,
but a sweep of the bar where it happened
turned up this.
One of them said the gunman tangled
with their muscle and that the watch
came off his wrist during the fight.
Seems like some kind of a... inscription on the back.
- CSU take a look yet? - Yeah.
They pulled a print and got a hit that was...
Well, let's just say it made me sit up straight.
How long until we arrive?
Ten minutes.
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You have reached the voice mailbox of...
Adam Noshimuri.
I need you to listen to me very carefully.
If you get her back...
When.
When you get her back,
you must promise me that you'll protect her.
Masuda-San...
you don't need to worry.
Thanks very much
for coming by, Ms. Keilana.
We're, uh, gonna try not
to take too much of your time.
Time is no issue, dear.
I'm happy to help.
Great, then let's start with this.
Have you seen these men before?
No. I'm sorry.
You sure?
Because they were all working service jobs
at a fundraiser ten years ago.
A fundraiser you attended.
I'm sorry.
You expect me to remember the waitstaff
at an event I attended a decade ago?
Well, we were kind of hoping you would try,
considering...
these three men were murdered
this morning.
And when we cross-referenced their names against
every other name on the guest list
to that event, there was only one connection,
and that was you.
Three nights ago, Makaio Keahi
took a rideshare to your home.
You want to tell us why?
I really couldn't say.
Maybe he went to the wrong address
before realizing his mistake.
Hmm.
Light wringing of the hands,
involuntary muscle tonus, dilating pupils.
Before Five-O, I was Army CID.
Had a lot of experience administering polygraphs.
And they are very unreliable, by the way.
You know what isn't? Human behavior.
Most subjects who are lying just give one tell,
and you gave us three.
Here's what I think happened.
I think Makaio went to your house to talk to you
about the party ten years ago and what happened there.
And the fact that those three men
witnessed Cameron Winston's murder
and had their silence bought and paid for
by a killer with deep pockets.
Yeah. That would be you.
See, three nights ago, Makaio met up with the other two guys.
Seemed one of them developed a guilty conscience
and was planning on coming clean and naming the person
who really murdered Winston at that fundraiser.
That's what Makaio went to talk to you about, right?
And he was hoping you would
handle it, which you did.
But not in a way he was expecting.
You had him and the other two men killed.
That's crazy.
It also doesn't make any sense.
For one thing, Cameron Winston was a dear friend of mine.
He was also your stockbroker, right?
According to SEC filings, that man
took a wrong turn in a short sale for you,
which cost you $5 million.
That was the day before that fundraiser.
So, that night, you waited until the guests left,
and then you bashed Mr. Winston's head in.
Only trouble is there were still
three staff members around wrapping things up.
Then maybe they saw you do it,
or maybe they could just place you at the scene of the crime.
But either way, we figure you, uh, thought the best option
would be to pay these guys to keep their mouths shut.
These working-class guys with service jobs,
how can they say no to that kind of money?
I'm no lawyer,
but this sounds very circumstantial.
Do you have any actual evidence?
Evidence that you killed Cameron Winston?
No, we don't, but as far as these other three guys go,
that's kind of a different story, because you are not
the type of woman that's gonna get your hands dirty
killing people yourself.
See, I'm sure you're
a very, very capable woman...
Experienced at planning big parties,
throwing fancy soirees.
But hiring a contract killer?
That's a different skill-set.
Which is why we've subpoenaed your bank records,
phone logs, text transcripts.
We're going through them right now.
So you better be pretty damn sure that there is no trace
of any contact... any at all...
Between you and whoever killed those men.
Because if there is, we're gonna find it.
Okay, we're gonna find it, we're gonna find them,
we're gonna bring them in here, and they're gonna roll on you.
Because that's what happens... I've seen it a thousand times.
Unless you give us a name right here,
right now.
Five steps out, then stop.
Both of you, walk.
Now.
Papa.
Tamiko. Tamiko.
Keep moving!
Ready...
and...
Go.
Or we kill you both.
When I say, drop to the ground.
Move!
Ready. Now!
Tamiko.
- Tamiko. - Adam?
- Adam. Adam. Adam. - Hey. Hey. Hey.
I got you. I got you.
I'm right here. I'm right here.
Are you hit? Are you hit?
- I don't think so. - Is that your blood?
Masuda. Masuda.
Daddy? Daddy?
Oh, no, no!
No, no! Dad...
I need you to stay.
Daddy.
Take a left at Anonui.
No, we're going to King's Hospital.
No, we take him to our guy.
He doesn't need some shady mob doctor.
He needs surgeons, plural.
A real hospital.
This isn't your call to make.
Turn left here!
Hey!
That wasn't a suggestion.
Tamiko...
_
Daddy?
Daddy, no.
No, Daddy. Please, please, please.
Daddy, please, please, oh...
Daddy, no.
No.
Daddy, no, please, no...
We come bearing gifts, Roger.
We found your daughter.
She's in sixth grade,
in Punaloa Elementary,
living in a one-bedroom in Manoa with her mom.
Thank you.
Now I can... I can write to her.
Yeah, you can.
In fact...
we think you can probably, uh,
deliver that letter to her in person.
We have Cameron Winston's killer
in custody.
His real killer.
Congratulations, Mr. Maliah.
You're about to be a free man.
Get out.
Captain of the softball team?
Well, that's great.
That's great. Well, you know what I'm
gonna have to start calling you now, right?
Captain Grover.
Uh-uh. You walked right into that.
And that's... that's right, the bad jokes will never stop
as long as I am your dad.
- Hi. - Oh. All right.
Well, I love you more, sweetheart.
All right, bye, little mama.
Well, judging by all the I-love-you's,
either that was your daughter or they've extended happy hour.
Yeah, that was Samantha, all right.
The little girl...
103 pounds of bossing me around,
and she's been having me wrapped around her finger...
her whole life.
Hey, uh, Cap, you ask her about keeping that bike?
Yeah. She said she'd think about it, you know.
But she did thank me for checking,
so...
All right, as promised, uh, dinner's on me.
Yes!
Oh, my God.
- Heck yeah. - Oh!
Could literally eat everything on this menu.
See, when you say "literally," I, uh...
Oh, you don't think I could? No, I don't think you could do it.
- Is that a challenge? - That is a challenge.
- Challenge accepted. - Okay, bring it on.
Cap, what do you think?
Cap, you good?
Lou, I'm not actually gonna order the entire menu.
No. It's got nothing to do with that, but thank you.
That's a relief.
Um... no, I was just kind of drifting off,
thinking about my kids.
Samantha's been gone for three years now.
And Will's gone, too.
You miss 'em.
Yeah.
Yeah, I miss 'em.
But it's more than that, you know.
You hear all about being an empty nester
and all the perks that go along with it,
and trust me, there are some perks, but...
there's pitfalls, too.
And, um, the one pitfall nobody ever talks about
is...
how do you deal with the feeling
of not being needed anymore?
Lou, Will and Samantha are always gonna need you.
Yeah, but it's not the same.
You know, over all these years,
I-I've been everything to those kids,
from chef to chauffeur
to the... ATM machine,
and Lord knows, plenty of that.
I have been their first and last line of defense against
this cold, cruel world
for more than 20 years, and now...
now the world is free to throw whatever it wants at them,
and there's nothing I can do about it.
I mean, you'll always be their father, Cap.
- That's never gonna change. - Yeah.
You'll always be their ATM, too.
Thank you so much.
You know, that-that's what I needed to hear.
That... uh, I feel better.
I feel better now.
You know what? I am gonna keep Samantha's bike.
Nice.
And half of the other crap they left
lying around my house.
Makes me feel good to know that I can still protect
something about their lives,
even if it's just their childhood memories.
And that is a damn sight better than nothing.
- Of course. - It's all your fault.
Yeah, no. I know it's my fault.
And I'm happy. Look.
Look at him. He's happy.
All right, now, let's eat.
Hey, listen, I'm gonna go get
a bag of your things from the apartment, okay?
- You're leaving? - It's all right.
I'll be right back.
Okay? You're in good hands.
Try to rest.
Hey.
Why don't you take a walk?
He's not yours to command.
No. He's very much yours now.
You know, something's been bugging me.
Ever since the car,
when you flashed your gun.
We don't do hospitals.
Discretion. It's the yakuza way.
No, I know all about the way, thank you.
I also know that, at the end of this mess,
I'm looking at the one person who came out on top.
Are you suggesting I was somehow involved
with Masuda-san's death?
Oh. Not a suggestion.
Got to say, I admire the stones.
That's not a denial.
Your crackpot theory doesn't rate one.
Oh, no?
Because it all checks out to me.
There's no way your trusted mob doctor
would test the slugs that killed the boss.
But King's Hospital? That means a proper autopsy.
And what do you think they would've found, huh?
I don't know.
Maybe, just maybe those slugs would've matched to your gun.
Next, you're gonna tell me
I coordinated Tamiko's kidnapping with the Filipinos.
Did you?
That is what got Masuda
to hand you the keys to the yakuza.
Pretty convenient for you
that the only people who could confirm this are now dead.
It's late. I know you have an errand to run for Tamiko.
Why don't we finish our business before you leave?
Kenji. Wait, wait.
You don't have to do this.
You abducted this man,
brought him here,
traded off with me as we beat the information out of him.
I believe it was your enthusiasm
that got him to reveal the details of the drop.
And now you've grown a conscience?
I'm not saying what I did can be excused,
but I did it for a reason.
To bring Tamiko home.
But this, Kenji, this,
this is cold-blooded murder.
There's no purpose to it.
Staying out of prison is the purpose.
What do you expect me to do?
Let you turn him over to the authorities?
I won't let this man
and the stories that he can tell cause trouble for me.
And the same goes for you.
I will make sure the authorities find out about your role
in everything that took place tonight.
And your career with Five-O will be over.
Are we clear?
Kenji, don't. Don't, don't, don't! No!
Uh...
Hey, Steve.
Hey, Adam, how you feeling, pal? Better?
Yeah, much better. Thank you.
Uh, I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning.
If you're up for it, I'd actually like
to see you at HQ now.
Right now?
Yeah. That work for you?
Yeah.
I'm on my way.
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