Hawaii Five-0

Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

What are you doing in my house? Who are you?

I'm Marco Reyes.

When your brother disappeared,

he was in possession of a significant amount my money.

Okay. How much money?

18-and-a-half million dollars.

You have until Monday to bring my money to this address.

What happens if I don't bring you the money?

You'll get a package with your brother's head in it.

Three years ago, Matt gets on that plane.

Not a single piece of luggage,

but he's supposed to have 18-and-a-half million dollars.

If that's the case, then it's here on the island.

So, what? How you supposed to find it?

About a month after he disappeared,

he sent me a postcard.

Yeah? What'd it say? Did it mention the money?

No, he didn't mention the money.

He just wrote, “Wish you were here.”

It was a picture of this remote area

on Oahu with a rock formation and a couple of palm trees.

Danny!

Hey, Danny?

In here.

Whoa.

You were right.

Yeah. Um...

Except for the fact that, uh, Reyes said that Matty owed him

18-and-a-half million dollars.

You see, this is only $13 million.

Are you sure?

Yes, I am positive-- I counted it three times.

So, Matty must have taken some to help himself disappear.

Yeah.

And now I am, uh,

five-and-a-half million dollars short.

And I have two days to come up with all of it,

or, um... my brother's dead.

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Hey, I'm here to see Ko.

He doesn't like talking to cops.

I understand.

Uh, I'm not here as a cop, though.

I'll get back to you.

What is he doing here?

I, uh... I need a favor.

Hey.

Listen, Steve told me about the money.

Ah.

I figured you'd come here first.

Uh... well, he turned me down.

Danny, that's a good thing.

The last thing you want in this world is

to owe a man like Ko.

Right. Well, if it meant saving my brother,

I'd go for it, you know?

I hear that.

But there are other ways.

Really?

I'm short five-and-a-half million dollars.

I really don't see any other ways.

I may have one.

Aloha and welcome

to Honolulu International Airport.

Please proceed to baggage claim to collect all checked bags.

We hope you enjoy a wonderful stay in our island paradise.

Mahalo.

Excuse me, Mr. Bristol? Gordon Bristol?

I'm Gordon Bristol.

Sir, can you please come with us?

What's going on?

Have I done something wrong?

Why did you come to Hawaii, Mr. Bristol?

Why does anyone come to Hawaii?

See the ocean, work on my tan.

Is that a problem?

Is this your bag, sir?

Yes.

Mr. Bristol, we randomly search luggage for security reasons,

and your bag came to our attention.

Would you like to explain

why you were transporting a weapon onto the island of Oahu?

There's been a mistake.

I... have never seen that before in my life.

I don't even own a gun.

Mr. Bristol,

illegal transportation of an unregistered firearm,

as well as being in possession of a sound suppressor

are felonies in the state of Hawaii,

as well as being a violation of Federal statutes.

I'm afraid we're gonna be detaining you,

pending Federal arrest.

If you'll please stand up,

place your hands behind your back.

Was fur ein spiel.

Unglaublich, wie wir zuruckkamen,

um zu gewinnen.

What a match.

I am surprised we came back to win.

All right.

Coconut shrimp.

Sweet and sour sauce?

All you can dip.

Mmm.

From the ocean to the deep fryer,

to your sophisticated palate.

I am most pleased

that our midfielders played with aggression.

Surveillance suspect sounds like a robot.

That's a computer program.

The guy in the bookstore is speaking German,

and I don't speak German.

It is also fortuitous that the keeper cleared the foot

to prevent the equalizer from drinking.

And your robot needs to work on its English.

So, I take it there's been no chatter

about the counterfeiting?

No, just a bunch of talk about soccer.

But I'm convinced our guy's gonna broker a deal

with the German to unload his counterfeit money any day now.

Or... maybe they just like soccer.

You know, in other countries, they call it football?

Doesn't seem right.

Trust me, he's just luring his buyer

with a mutual affection for sports.

Just laying the groundwork for the deal.

And when he makes it, I'll be listening.

So I take it you're gonna need more shrimp.

I'll just throw it on your tab.

In my experience,

the key to surveillance is patience and stamina.

Your experience?

Trust me.

It's only a matter of time

before he slips up and proves me right.

Got a real mess in there.

Our suspect is traveling under the name Gordon Bristol.

That's an alias.

We know that he boarded the red eye from Detroit last night.

His luggage gets flagged...

because of this.

Beretta 92FS,

with an extra 15-round clip and a cobra sound suppressor.

That's not exactly a sportsman's gun.

Where is this guy Bristol now? What happened?

Oh, he escaped.

But not before he took down five guys in the TSA holding room.

Five guys? Took down five guys by himself?

With his bare hands.

All right, Lou, listen to me:

Contact Detroit PD.

Let's get them prints, surveillance photos,

whatever we can of this guy,

see if they can tell us who he really is.

All right, you got it.

Gas must be cheap these days, 'cause this is the second time

that you've come out here for nothing.

I'm not here about my problem with IA.

Right.

Because if you were, you'd be on your knees,

begging me to tell them you didn't take my bribe.

Well, if the truth still matters,

I've got nothing to worry about.

Good luck with that.

Looks like you've been having trouble making friends in here.

I got enough friends on the outside.

So do I.

I'm here about one of them.

Let me guess.

This pal of yours is in trouble.

Needs some sort of financial assistance.

This isn't for me.

And there's a clock on this.

He's almost out of options.

How much help does your friend need?

Five-and-a-half million dollars' worth.

Oh, is that all?

And if the money isn't there?

My friend's brother dies.

Tell your friend I'll give him 500 for a black suit.

We're done here.

Guy's real name is Stegner, first name Joseph.

38 years old.

No known employment history

outside the construction business.

He owns a house in West Bloomfield, Michigan--

tony little suburb outside of Detroit.

This guy lives pretty high on the hog for somebody

who supposedly spent his whole life swinging a hammer.

Got a criminal record?

Well, according to Detroit PD,

Stegner's name's been connected

to a few beat-downs and a couple homicides,

the first being a gunned-down

union boss, and the second

a juror who was killed in a hit and run.

Now, Stegner has been brought in a few times

for questioning on both these murders.