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Holoholo Ka'a Traffic.
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Hard Rock 102.9.
Aloha.
It's Big T Velvet here, live from Waikiki Beach,
getting us started with another uninterrupted block
of the throwbacks that you love. A hui hou.
♪ Take me down to the Paradise City ♪
♪ where the grass is green and the girls are pretty ♪
- ♪ Take me home ♪ ♪ Oh, won't you please take me home? ♪
♪ Just a urchin livin' under the street, I'm a hard case that's tough to beat ♪
♪ I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat ♪
♪ I'll pay you at another time ♪
♪ Take it to the end of the line ♪
♪ Take me down to the Paradise City ♪
♪ where the grass is green and the girls are pretty ♪
♪ Oh, won't you please take me home? ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Take me down to the Paradise City ♪
♪ where the grass is green and the girls are pretty ♪
♪ Take me home...
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Steal my jacket!
Steal my jacket!
-
♪ Take me down to the Paradise City ♪
♪ where the grass is green and the girls are pretty ♪
♪ Oh, won't you please take me home? ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Take me down...
What the hell was that?
If that's the best you can do, you might as well go out
and ring that fucking bell right now.
Or I'll ring it for you.
We go again in 30 seconds.
Get your asses back in the pool.
Sir, yes, sir!
Commander Hale.
Come on! Back in the pool!
Commander Hale, you have a phone call.
If it's not my wife, tell 'em to call back.
It's the police, sir.
So it was a hit-and-run?
You can get a copy of the police report and the death certificate by tomorrow.
Sorry for your loss.
- Thanks. - Mm.
♪ It's home game, baby, and we wearin' that black ♪
♪ I got two pits smokin' in the yard out back ♪
♪ I just brewed up a fresh batch, them hos waiting to get cracked ♪
♪ Special blend, ain't no way to get that ♪
♪ Yet we still sippin', bong bubbling 'cause it's full of that green Gremlin ♪
♪ I'm trying to skewer up some veggies, but my fingertips keep slippin' ♪
♪ Call up the missus for assistance ♪
♪ She came with a bevy of bad bitches...
Wow.
- Cooking dinner. - Yes, ma'am.
You trying to get in my pants?
Why, hell yeah.
Big dog got to eat.
Is it working?
- We'll see after dinner. - Hey.
What'd I say about running in the house?
Sorry, Dad.
Yes, sir.
Before I forget, Lani has a dentist appointment tomorrow.
So can you get Kai from soccer?
I can.
How was your day?
It was good.
You know, the usual.
Water competency drills with the new cadets.
I really don't know how many are gonna make it, though.
You'll get 'em there. You always do.
Yeah, hope so.
Also, Walter finally managed to get himself killed.
Hit-and-run.
Had to go down to the morgue, I.D. the body.
Wait. Your father died?
Traffic down there is out of control, with all that roadwork.
Took me an extra 45 minutes to get home.
Babe, I'm so sorry.
Do you want to talk about it?
Not really.
Well, did you at least call your brother in Oklahoma?
Jonny doesn't take my calls.
So leave a message.
Damn it.
The tank's empty.
He needs to know his father died.
Well...
knowing Jonny, it's a safe bet he's got bigger problems.
Fuck.
- - ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I been up, I been down ♪
♪ Take my word, my way around...
Oh, what the fuck?
Hey! Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa. Hey, baby!
♪ I said, Lord, take me downtown ♪
♪ I'm just looking for some tush...
Valentina. Baby, what are you doing?
Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hi. I'm home.
Uh, you're packing because...
Whoa. Why is everything in the car?
Where are you going? What the hell's going on?
Valentina, please talk to me.
Now he wants to talk.
- We talk all the time. - No, no. I talk.
And talk and talk and talk and talk, but you don't hear me.
Ooh. So weird.
I'm a grown-up, Jonny.
I manage a bank.
And... you're dicking around.
I am a police officer who just had a really shitty day at work.
I'm sorry that I'm late, but I'm still the same guy that you fell in love with.
- You know, I haven't changed. - Yeah, and you never will change.
Oh, fuck.
This is that, uh... this is that boundaries shit, right?
Uh, I'm sorry. Valentina, please look at me.
I am sorry.
I hear you, and I'm listening.
Um, what do you want to talk about?
Okay.
I am leaving...
you.
No!
Do you even know what today is?
Wednesday.
It's my birthday.
- No. - Mm-hmm.
I'm so sorry, xuxu.
Don't "xuxu" me!
I don't need a man who's sorry.
I need a man who is here.
Even when you're here, you're not here.
Valentina.
Mi amor...
mi mucho te quiero.
Mucho.
Te quiero mucho.
Like, big, big-time.
- Okay, Jonny. - Will you forgive me, please?
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'll make it up--
Nenê.
Nenê, ne--
Today's Friday, by the way.
And I don't speak Spanish, 'cause I'm from Brazil.
I speak Portuguese.
Seu idiota.
Ah, they're just so similar.
I mean, Portuguese is basically...
drunken Spanish.
Baby!
Xuxuzinho!
Ah, come on.
Oh...
Goddamn it.
Not again.
I'm so fucking horny. Shit.
♪ I know just how to whisper ♪
♪ And I know just how to cry ♪
♪ I know just where to find the answers ♪
♪ And I know just how to lie ♪
♪ I know just how to fake it ♪
♪ And I know just how to scheme ♪
♪ I know just when to face the truth ♪
♪ And then I know...
- Yeah? - Jonny, hi.
This is Leila Hale.
Okay.
I'm James's wife.
Hi, James' wife.
Yeah, it's kind of crazy we've never met.
♪ And I know when to let you loose...
Crazy.
Listen.
Your father Walter...
I'm afraid he's passed away.
Figured he died years ago.
He died yesterday.
The funeral's tomorrow.
We're hoping you'll come.
I know it's been a long time.
So James couldn't call me himself.
You two have a complicated history with a lot of shared trauma.
Mm. You sound like a shrink.
Child psychologist, actually.
I'm not a child.
And I haven't talked to James in ten years,
and I haven't been to Hawaii in 20, so I'm good.
That's not how it sounds to me.
Mm.
I am a very respected police officer on the reservation,
and, you know...
I've had Eat Pray Love explained to me numerous times,
and I have many audiobooks that I'm excited to listen to.
Like, you know, I'll be there, but-but I'm--
Oh...
What the fuck?
Hello? Jonny?
You guys got the wrong house, man.
Oh, shit.
- Ah, fuck. - Oopsie.
Detective Jonny Hale, 26 Arrowwood Lane.
Two-six... Okay, it's the right house.
Your father Walter sent you a package.
Where is it?
Walter's dead, man.
And you'll join him right now if you don't give me the package.
I haven't talked to Walter since I was a kid,
and whatever you're looking for, he wouldn't have sent it to me, okay?
So just...
Fuck, I can't go when you're watching me.
Fucking weirdos.
Okay, hey, hey, hey. Ooh, easy. It's sharp.
Whoa.
Sword fight.
Be cool, man, all right?
Be cool.
You know what this is?
A badly drawn horse.
It's a dragon.
Looks like an angry horsey.
It's a dragon, asshole.
It's a dragon's asshole?
You know what these tattoos mean?
Hai.
Yakuza.
That's right.
And even an idiot like you knows you don't want to fuck with us.
Listen, you broke into my house, Naruto over here put a sword to my neck,
and now, legally, I'm allowed to kill both of you.
Just give us the fucking package!
Bro, I've had the worst day ever.
- My girl just broke up with me, okay? - Shut up.
This other lady's trying to tell me I have daddy issues.
I said just shut up.
- Now you fucking clowns are-- - Shut the fuck up!
♪ Every time I see you, all the rays of the sun ♪
♪ are all streaming through the waves in your hair ♪
♪ And every star in the sky ♪
♪ is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight ♪
♪ The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost ♪
♪ and it's looking for a rhythm like you ♪
♪ You can take the darkness from the pit of the night ♪
♪ and turn it to a beacon ♪
♪ burning endlessly bright ♪
What's up, Zuko?
♪ I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know ♪
♪ well, it's nothing till I give it to you ♪
♪ Every time I see you, all the rays of the sun ♪
♪ are all streaming through ♪
♪ the waves in your hair...
Fuck. Hold on.
♪ The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost ♪
♪ and it's looking for a rhythm like you ♪
Helicopter.
Fuck.
♪ I can make the runner stumble ♪
♪ I can make the final block ♪
♪ And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle ♪
♪ I can make all the stadiums rock ♪
Oh, shit!
♪ But I'm never gonna make it without you ♪
♪ Do you really wanna see me crawl? ♪
Oh, fuck yeah.
♪ And I'm never gonna make it like you do ♪
♪ making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love...
Hey, man, wh-wh-- Hey, hey, hey.
Just, th-that's... Hey, that's my mom... that's my mom's shrine. Don't--
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love ♪
- Oh, shit! - ♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all...
Oh, yeah, motherfucker!
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all...
"Thanks for nothing"?
Xuxuzinho.
Bro!
♪ Making love...
Whoo!
"Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit!"
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love...
Oh.
Whoa.
Oh, yeah.
That is a dragon.
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
♪ Making love ♪
♪ out of nothing at all ♪
Fuck you, Walter.
...Walter Hale.
Hmm.
Mr. K's Syndicate boys.
Interesting crowd.
Yakuza, Syndicate.
Walter was a private detective.
I guess he walked a fine line.
There was no line.
Not with him.
So no Jonny?
Nah. Wrote Walter off years ago.
It's his father. Something in him must want to be here.
You don't know Jonny like I do.
And you don't know him like you think you do.
Cousin!
- Hey, Nani. - I missed you so much.
- Oh, you grew up. - Ooh!
You called him?
It's for your own good. Family's family.
- Jonny, hi. - Hey.
I'm Leila. We spoke on the phone.
- Yeah. - Lani, Kai.
This is your Uncle Keo.
- So you're my dad's brother? - Half.
How come I never met you?
'Cause your father doesn't like me.
Why not?
Because I'm better-looking.
You have more hair.
So much more.
Can I braid it?
No.
Aw. Man.
Jonny.
James.
Oh, good. I was worried this would be awkward.
I'm sorry, I know your wife actually does the talking for you.
Oh. If she did, she'd probably ask
why you're dressed like a gorilla at a gay bar.
Oh, shit.
You got sand in your vagina.
Sorry.
Please. I'm sorry.
You got old.
You got fat.
I can lose weight. You're still gonna be old as fuck.
Oh, are we gonna keep measuring dicks, or can we be civil for a minute?
Haven't decided yet.
Tell him.
I should've called. I'm happy you're here.
Couldn't hear. You were mumbling. What?
I should've called. I'm happy you're here.
Oh. Thanks, Jimmy.
No, I'm not. Leila told me to say that.
Can we just get on with the fucking funeral?
You're the puppet. Just have her shove her hand up your ass
- and tell you what to say. - It's a fucking funeral. Shut up.
Gentlemen. Please.
Sorry.
A close family friend, Governor Peter Mahoe,
has come here to share a few words of remembrance about Walter.
- Mahalo. - Aloha.
My dear 'ohana...
Oh, Keo.
You got pretty, brah.
Long time, brah.
Thank you all for taking the time
to mark the end of one journey and the start of another.
Walter Hale was by no means a simple man.
And I'd be lying if I said he hadn't made mistakes.
But since he has departed so suddenly,
the families still face many challenges,
one being that sacred code of ho'oponopono, or forgiveness.
You kept Malia's house?
Yeah, I took over the mortgage after she passed.
It's a lot smaller than I remember.
Nah, it was always small.
She made room for you anyway.
Yeah, and you fucking hated that.
What are you talking about?
Jonny the Bastard.
What?
Yeah, I'm the walking reminder that he fucked around on your mother,
and you never let me forget it.
Oh, Jesus Christ. This again?
That's not what I was saying.
- What are you saying? - Walter left Malia for Kim.
It broke up my family.
All right? I was just a kid.
I'm sorry if it took me a fucking minute to get over it.
Yeah, maybe you still haven't.
And maybe you're still a bastard.
- Mm. - Well, this should be fun.
Yeah, I'm fucking pumped.
Well, it's nice to have you boys under the one roof.
Your mother would've been very happy.
Yeah, I was sorry to hear that Malia had passed on.
Yeah, you should've come back, then.
You were like a son to her.
- I wasn't her son. - I know that, asshole.
That's what "like a son" means.
- Oh, my God, Haunani. Every damn-- - "Asshole."
Literally, you fucking dumbass.
- "Like a son." That's what it means. - Loves to talk rubbish.
What? What? Oh, shit.
Don't copy Auntie.
Uh, so... are you seeing anyone, Jonny?
Hmm?
Yes.
No. I-I don't know.
Sounds serious.
Well, I think Walter would have really appreciated you being here.
I'm not here for him.
I came to find out who killed him.
Killed him?
- What are you talking about? - Yeah, it was a hit-and-run.
I don't think so.
Okay, kids, go get ready for bed.
It's just getting interesting.
- Hey! Don't talk back to your mother. - Whoa.
Good boy.
What the hell are you talking about?
They came into my house last night,
- and they tried to kill me. - Who tried to kill you?
I'm betting half of Oklahoma wants to kill you.
There's not a lot of yakuza in Oklahoma.
There we go. I knew it.
I knew you couldn't come back here without stirring shit up.
- Oh, f-- - Wait, wait, James.
Nothing changes with you. Even after all these years,
you're still looking for new ways to get yourself killed.
- Mālie. Mālie. - Yeah, don't worry about it.
- I don't expect you to help me. - Nothing to help with.
That's the same thing you said about my mother.
Let me talk to you outside for a second.
Nah, I'm good right here.
No, you're not.
Go.
- Wow. - Mm.
I see he still knows how to be a real dick.
Just cut him some slack, Nan.
He's... you know he's been through a lot.
Sure you don't want to go any further?
What's the matter? Truth hurt?
You need to get your head out of your ass.
Oh, that's a great note, James.
Someone killed Walter?
You haven't seen or talked to the guy in over 20 years,
and all of a sudden, you want to go sniff around in his business?
You're just gonna stir up trouble. That's what you do.
It's like your fucking superpower.
That's what I do because I'm a cop.
- Not here you're not. - You don't have to worry about it.
I see it. You got your... your beautiful wife
and your kids and your job with the Navy.
I'm sure you're real fucking popular around here.
Fuck you. You're not gonna make me apologize for that.
Why don't you trust me just fucking once?
You couldn't find the guy who killed your mother,
so now all of a sudden, you decided someone killed your father.
- Fuck you. - So you got to find that guy.
Fuck you, man. You don't get it.
- There's nothing to get. - Just go back to your life.
- It was a hit-and-run. - I'll figure it out myself.
At least I got a fucking life to go back to.
♪ Came in from a rainy Thursday ♪
♪ on the avenue ♪
♪ Thought I heard you talking softly...
Hey, baby.
You want to go to private singing room with me?
I don't sing.
Oh, I can make you sing.
Uh... maybe another time.
Woof.
- You look like you can use it. - Do I?
Oh.
Mmm.
I knew I smelled shit.
Jonny Hale.
Alekai.
You know, I didn't think that even you were dumb enough to come back here.
I look a lot dumber than I am.
I see they managed to put your... face back together.
Mm.
Mr. K says hello.
That old fuck still alive?
Still the Syndicate kahuna, still alive and kicking.
He wants to see you.
Hard pass.
Well, do yourself a favor.
Don't try to run when it kicks in.
Sorry, hon.
You roofied me?
Pussy.
Aloha, Jonny Hale.
Mr. K.
Good to see you.
You know, you showed a lot of character
bringing your father's spirit here to rest.
I like that, bruddah. That's pono.
- I respect that. - Thank you.
And that is why you can still take a piss standing up, brah.
You know, the Syndicate has a long memory, bruddah,
and you hurt a lot of my guys.
You killed my mother.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
And, brah, if you think you're gonna hang around over here...,
my guys are gonna take that personally.
It's not gonna be good for you, Jonny.
It's not gonna be good for them, either.
And that is why I am here right now offering you free passage.
It's a better deal than you'll get from the yakuza.
I mean, if you send your men for me, I'm gonna put 'em in bags.
Except for the fat shit over there, you know, because he won't fit.
I'm trying to do you a favor, Jonny boy.
Why don't you just go back home to where you came from?
I'm from here.
No, you're not from here, brah.
Not anymore.
Let's go, boys.
Get him. Let's go.
Ah, f-- Come on, man.
All right, all right, listen.
- Oh, no. Shit. - Come on.
- Goddamn it. - Hold him down!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - Hold him down.
You don't listen, brah.
You no listen. You like doing your own kind of thing.
- Yeah, bruddah. - Oh, fuck! Come on!
You're gonna wear my mark now, brah.
You're gonna wear my mark.
You're gonna be safe now but not for long.
I'm gonna give you seven days.
Seven days, and then if you're not gone by that time, brah,
you're gonna go for a long swim.
Do you understand me, Jonny boy?
I hate swimming. Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
Get him up!
Ow.
Detective Rennert.
- Detective Rennert. - Hmm?
How you doing?
Commander James Hale.
- Walter's son. - Yeah.
- I'm sorry for your loss, truly. - Thank you.
But I am late for a briefing.
- You mind if I walk with you? - Sure.
I was hoping to get a look at the police report.
You can, but I can tell you you're not gonna find anything in it.
Why's that?
'Cause he was hit in Kalihi.
No one talks to the cops over there.
No witnesses, no forensics, no nothing.
Traffic cams?
Uh, one. Wasn't working.
That's pretty convenient, isn't it?
Half of them are out across the island.
We got, like, what, two guys in a truck fixing 'em?
Budget cuts.
So a private detective with known ties to the criminal underworld
gets killed in a dead zone, and no one's giving it another look?
There is no reason to believe that this was
anything other than a straight hit-and-run.
You guys don't investigate hit-and-runs?
Sure, we do. All 46 of them.
What about his personal effects?
You can stop by the desk sergeant on the way out, sign for 'em.
All right. Thanks.
Commander Hale.
I know who you are.
Navy SEALs and all that.
Let's just say your brother's reputation precedes him.
Now I got two badass sons looking into their father's death.
Guy like Walter, well, it would be a big mistake.
I can almost guarantee you
that you'll end up poking a bear that doesn't want to be poked.
Detective Rennert...
with all due respect,
you don't really know who I am.
So you're gonna have to take my word for it when I tell you
that I'm the fucking bear.
Thanks for your time.
Hmm.
Impressive.
Please have beer.
Oh.
Nice little hand-me-down.
All right.
Holy sh-shit!
Ah, fuck.
Hey, suck my boto, you fucker.
Well, fuck you, fat Jackie Chan! Fuck!
Whoa!
- Hey. - Cunt! Fuck!
Say, boto.
- Fuck. Oh, wait. - Come here.
Wait, wait, wait! Oh, my God, somebody!
Somebody help me!
It's all right. I'm a cop.
Now, what were you doing
in Walter's apartment?
You trying to rob him?
Hey, fuck you, okay?
Walter was like a father to me.
Walter wasn't a father to anyone.
Yeah, how the fuck would you know?
Because I'm his son.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
You're Jonny.
Wow. Uh, hey, look.
I just worked for your dad, okay?
Hacked emails and tapped the phones and took fuck-pics of people. That's it.
You know who would've wanted him killed?
How much time you got?
Walter was a fucking disruptor, brah.
What's the last thing he had you doing?
Uh, get a job with Nui Loa.
Who's that?
No, no, it's a fucking catering company.
Like, a high-end kind.
You know, like, I've been carrying around
shrimp toast on trays for the last two weeks.
Why would he want you doing that?
I don't know, brah.
He just told me to get the fucking job. I got the fucking job.
Fucking motherfucker, that fucking hurts, brah.
You swear a lot.
Fuck you, cuz.
- Fucking-- - What's your name?
Pika.
That's a stupid name.
Well, good news, Pika.
You work for me now.
Come here. Come here.
It's fixed. You're welcome.
Here.
It'll help your balls drop.
Aloha, pervert.
Oh. Do I know you?
No.
No, I can't say that I've been in before.
Well, you know, the hardest part is coming through the door.
What's your kink, man?
We're running a special on the anal beads.
Two for one.
You look like you could handle a couple of ropes.
No, thanks. I'm stocked up.
Okay.
I was, uh, just noticing your security camera system.
I was thinking maybe the camera out front probably has
a pretty good view of the street.
I was hoping... I could get a look at it.
Uncle!
Huh? What is it?
Got a sexy soldier out here.
Uncle?
I was hoping to get a look at some of your security camera footage
from a couple nights ago, between 12:00 and 4:00 a.m.
Can't help you, friend.
Oh. Not really a friend.
More of a paying customer.
You think you can buy me for 300 bucks?
Get the fuck out of my store, you fucking squid.
Well, the cash isn't really for the help.
I'm gonna get that for free.
It's for the damage.
What damage?
- Did you shoot these? - Yeah.
You're a little pervert.
It was for your dad, okay?
And also, twisting my nose does not fix my nose.
That beer will.
Did Walter surf?
Nah. He had bad knees.
The fin's on wrong.
- Oh, shit. - What the hell?
What the fuck are you up to, Walter?
The Hawaiian people have been waiting far too long
to be given what is rightfully yours.
Yes!
Good turnout, considering the weather.
Yeah, the governor's been trending up in low-income neighborhoods.
Hawaiian people are living in tent cities
when they should be living in their own homes on their own land,
on their own 'aina.
Uh, I'm gonna take this.
- You go up and stand by with him. - Copy that.
So I need each and every one of you to come...
I'm at work. What do you want?
Hey. What is it you actually do for Peter again?
Uh, PR, emails,
plan events, dinners.
Pretty much wipe his ass at this point. Why?
So you're an assistant. Listen.
I found some plans or a survey or something in Walter's apartment,
and it's got this government seal on it, but I have no idea what it is,
- so... - And this matters because?
Because they were jerry-rigged into a fucking surfboard.
He was hiding them.
I can access the database when I get back to the office.
There should be an eight-digit file number
on the plans-- text them to me.
I got it. Okay. Listen, I see it.
I just need you to do it as fast as you can
- because I-I was--
You hung up on me, you fucking...
If you were a man, I would punch you in the face.
Family, right? I mean, you've got probably lots.
Oh, my God, bro, I can't even--
- Even in the same house. - Whatever.
That was racist. My bad.
Huh.
Okay, well, looks like you got stuff to figure out.
Uh, I'm gonna go to the clinic 'cause I'm pretty sure
you gave me a concussion.
Oh, sh--
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa, man. I almost killed you.
Bullshit.
- You were still reacting. - Reacting?
That's why my gun was out, huh?
Where'd you get the gun, anyway?
Family heirloom.
Cocksucking fucker!
- Who's Uncle Fester? - Fuck you!
I have alopecia, okay?
That's Pika. What are you doing here?
Same thing as you, I guess.
Huh. I thought it was a hit-and-run.
Yeah, I'm being methodical. You should try it sometime.
I got here before you, didn't I?
Yeah, maybe, but you don't have that.
This is the stickiest computer.
Gross.
Oh, man.
Just mowed him down like he was nothing.
- There's no license plate. - He didn't even brake,
not till way after the hit.
When someone crosses your path, your natural reaction is brake and swerve.
Unless you're aiming for him.
Yeah.
Did Walter have any connections at the DMV?
Uh, yeah, but I don't know who it was.
All right, well, ask around. I need a list of every blue van on the island.
What was the name of the caterer?
- What caterer? - Uh, Nui Loa.
All right, well, give me a list of all the events
they had over the last week and what they have
- coming up for the next two weeks. - Okay.
I'm just being methodical.
Uh, so...
there's, like, the matter of compensation, yeah,
so we gonna discuss that right now or...
Shoots. I'm just gonna head out, then.
I guess we're not gonna get any punani this month, huh?
You live your whole life just to end up in a shitty little apartment
that smells like ass and...
with no one here to miss you when you're gone.
Hey.
He fucking deserved it.
Come on.
Grab your little pee-pee.
"Grab your little pee-pee."
Bro, you said it yourself: The van never even slowed down.
That just means it was a hit-and-run.
That's not the same as saying it was a targeted assassination.
Walter's apartment was just torn apart by someone.
Yeah, or Walter was a fucking slob.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph and all the fluffin' saints.
My God, you're as useless as a bag of limp dicks, I'll tell you.
Talking to you is like pushing rope.
Then stop talking to me.
Come on.
Hear me out.
The busted traffic cam, half of the cast of Dragon Ball Z's at my house,
the no headlight on the van.
Something's rotten here, man.
It could be something, or it could be nothing.
"It could be something, or it could be nothing."
Yes, Jimmy, you're absolutely right.
Look, I'm not ruling it out.
Then why does it sound to me like you are?
I don't know, 'cause you're not very bright.
I'm fucking brighter than you are.
Dude, I've been a rez cop for 15 years. I know what the fuck I--
Fuck! Go, go, go!
Come on, you piece of shit.
Oh, shit.
Shit. Bulletproof.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh.
Everybody down!
Stay down!
Get off!
Jump!
Oh, shit.
You good?
Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?
Shots fired on King and Alakea.
Please send emergency services and backup.
What the fuck?!
Gee, James, you still think it could be nothing?
Are you out--
You blew up my car. You blew up my fucking car.
No, I blew up their car, and then it landed on yours.
Oh, shit!
I just blew up your car.
You're welcome?
I saved your life, man.
Come on. Help me.
You fucking asshole.
I fucking loved that car.
What the actual fuck are you guys thinking, huh?!
Those are four yakuza hitters you-you turned into toast back there.
You want to tell me why the yakuza wants you dead?
You'd have to ask them.
Yakuza? That's who that was?
Mm-hmm. So this is the brother from Oklahoma, the cop?
That's me.
Not according to your boss.
Suspended with pay, pending an investigation for...
- What the hell is he talking about? - ...excessive force.
- I'm getting paid? - What the fuck, Jonny?
- Sweet. - Could you shut the fuck up?
I'm trying to help you here.
If you want to help, here.
Take this. It's a security cam video of the hit-and-run.
It'll give you the make and model of the van you're looking for.
How the hell'd you get this?
By doing your job.
Yeah.
This kind of shit, that doesn't happen here every day.
So you consider this your final warning.
I can't have two guys who look like they eat steroid pancakes for breakfast
turning my island into Beirut!
Detective, that is uncalled-for.
Are you gaslighting us?
'Cause I feel emotionally targeted right now.
Now, you two stop doing this wrecking crew shit,
or I will fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked!
Again, uncalled-for.
Yeah, with my boundaries and all that fucking, I feel triggered.
Yeah, I'm, uh...
I'm gonna go take a piss.
Don't be here when I get back.
Is Mercury in retrograde, or is Detective Sergeant Boomer just an asshole?
He's a fucking asshole.
I don't think he likes me very much.
Does anyone actually like you?
Fuck you.
I'm just saying, you could work on your people skills a little bit.
Jesus Christ.
"Can't understand what I'm saying 'cause I'm farting out of my mouth."
Do you ever shut up?
It's like you're getting paid by the fucking hour.
What?! Say what?!
What do you charge to not talk?
Uh, I tracked down the original architect
and found that these were for a property on the east side of the island, up north.
They were commissioned by the Robichaux firm.
Who's that?
Marcus Robichaux is a big haole developer.
Hotels and resorts are all over here, Asia, Europe.
His family controlled the sugarcane industry
on the island for generations.
So you think Walter was working with Vampire Lestat here?
Mm, Robichaux is big-time.
If he needed P.I. work, he'd hire, like, I don't know, ex-CIA or Mossad,
not a bottom-feeder like Walter.
No offense.
So Lestat's building more hotels. So what?
It's not a hotel. It's a casino.
- What? - What do you know about casinos?
Nothing. I just know how to read.
It says Sacred Princess Casino on the back.
Hot damn. Look at that.
Show-off.
That makes no sense.
Gambling is illegal here.
I think we should have a talk with Mr. Robichaux.
He's actually hosting his annual fundraiser for the art museum tomorrow.
- Sweet. - Mm.
No, you can't. You can't go.
Sounds like fun.
It's invitation only, for big donors.
And you two big fuckers don't exactly blend in.
- Oh, we're big donors, and, uh-- - N-No.
- Ew. - Don't worry.
We blend.
Where do you think you're going?
I'm going to a motel so I can get some rest.
No, you should stay here.
Right, James?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
What are you doing?
You look beautiful.
Oh, Lani, go back to bed, baby.
You're no fun.
Oh, bad Lani.
Hello.
One twenty-one.
Ooh, ta-ta-ta.
What is James doing with you?
Too big.
Ooh!
- Don't even think about it. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm just gonna take a ride down to Robichaux's construction site.
Not on my bike.
That's the bus, just like the olden days.
Jonny, get off my bike.
Forget a tie?
You look good, though. Good job.
You want to tell me why you got suspended?
Nah.
Uh, I shot a dealer who was selling meth to kids on the rez.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
Still can't ride my bike.
You can ride this one.
Oh.
- Walter's old piece of shit. - Yeah.
- It's from, like, the '40s. - Mm-hmm.
It's all rusty and probably doesn't even run.
He used to call it a knucklehead.
- Like a dime a dozen. - Yeah.
It's pretty crowded in here.
I could get it off your hands for like, I don't know...
300 bucks.
No chance. Nice try, though.
♪ Well, it's not the same, it's not as simple as before ♪
♪ It's not our bodies but our brains they're using for their war ♪
♪ Confused and in pain, we don't know what we're fighting for ♪
♪ So they watch us kill each other as we pile up on the floor ♪
♪ So what's the future to the youths of today? ♪
♪ 'Cause I said I'm looking for the truth ♪
♪ but I see them look to the books and pray ♪
♪ With YouTubes and Facebooks, them can't look away ♪
♪ Don't let our culture die in the museum display...
They're really gonna put a casino here?
I don't see any construction site.
- You sure you got the right address? - Of course I did.
Look.
Yep. Weird.
You boys look lost.
That depends. Where are we?
The Kingdom of Hawaii, brother.
Yeah, I mean this valley-- who owns it?
You do.
And I do. We all do.
But everybody's welcome here.
Auntie.
- Mahalo, boy. - Huh.
Didn't know this community was here.
Nobody does.
Here.
Come on, boy.
Remember this?
Oh, fucker.
Being here is about more than just family by blood.
It's about ohana of community.
That's why we need to protect it.
These are Hawaiian Home Lands.
Why didn't the government do anything?
For ten centuries, the Aha Moku have been responsible for this land.
They think we live here because we don't have any homes.
But the haoles, they will come for this land.
And when that happens, we'll be ready to sound the alarm.
You know something we don't?
More than I want.
Less than I should.
You Hawaiian?
Half.
There's no half.
You're either in or you're out.
Hmm? Your brain's not confused.
Just your spirit.
Be one with your spirit.
Come on, let's get back to work.
Mahalo.
It's Pika.
Hey.
Shit. We got to go.
Cops pulled a blue van out of the surf off Makapu'u.
So, our John Doe is Simi Iona,
low-level accountant in the governor's office.
Went missing a few days ago.
Uh, does that mean anything?
- No? - Nope.
Damage to the front grill of the van makes it a contender for our hit-and-run.
Yeah, not to mention someone went through the trouble of dumping it in the ocean.
Yeah. No plates.
But I do have a list
of all the blue vans registered on the island.
Any... any familiar names leap out to you?
Can we keep this?
No!
It's police business, as in my business,
as in not yours because-- and-and this bears repeating--
you're not a cop here.
And you, you are not a cop anywhere.
Yes? Yes?
Yes? What?
Pika.
- Hey. Focus. - Ow. Whoa, what? What?
I'm right here.
We need you to find out what you can about this Hayashi Imports.
What's that?
It was the only Japanese name on Rennert's blue van list.
- We can at least start there. - Whoa. Hey, come on, guys.
We got... we got the Robichaux party in a few hours.
We're not invited.
Don't worry. I know the caterer.
Of course you know the caterer, you fat fuck.
Fucking Japanese yakuza clowns.
Hey! Marcus!
- Hey. - There you are, Robichaux. Come on.
- Hey. - Hey.
Oh, cheers.
Hey, where you guys stay? He's here.
- Can you hold this really quickly? - Whoa, what the hell is this?
I just got to go to get something in the back.
- Where are you going? - I-I'll be right back.
- Hey, brah! - Oh, my bad. My bad.
- Oh, hey. How are you? Hey, hey. - Hi.
All right, all right.
Hey. You guys are late.
We blend.
Shit, Magnum P.I. ain't got shit on us.
Come on, let's go.
Nice place.
- What's this? - Hayashi Imports.
- Oh. - It's owned by a whole slew
of Japanese holding companies.
- You know what that means: yakuza. - Yakuza.
So it's a front?
- Doesn't have to be. - Oh, thank you.
The yakuza got plenty of legit businesses here on the island.
Okay. You guys good?
- Yeah. - I got to get back to work.
Hey, split up.
You guys look like The Rock fucked himself and had twins.
Uh, I hate to admit it-- kid's probably right.
Jonny.
This fucking guy.
Hey. James. Hey.
Stop standing around. You look like a fucking narc.
I really like your scarf.
Hello, my good man. Give me a Kalohe.
- You got it. - Oh.
Didn't see you there. Aloha.
Vodka and Guinness?
You call that a Kalohe?
Yeah. It means, uh...
Mischievous. Yes.
Or a rascal, which, um, seems appropriate.
Who, me?
Make sure you use soap,
and fix your collar, brah.
Yo, give me a plate.
I hope you won't be offended, but you don't, um...
you don't look like you belong here.
Jonny Rascal.
You look like all kinds of trouble to me.
No, it's Hale. Jonny Hale.
- Hale? - Mm-hmm.
As in Walter Hale?
Yeah, he's my father. You knew him?
Yes.
Wait. What do you mean, "knew"? Has something happened to him?
He's dead.
How did he die?
Violently.
How-how did you know my father?
Look, please, can you...
I hired him to look into my husband's activities.
Who's your husband?
I'm sorry. I...
I assumed.
I'm Monica Robichaux.
You're Marcus Robichaux's wife.
Awesome.
- Yo. Can I help you? - Hey.
Hey. Dropped that.
Hayashi Imports. Small world.
What do you know about it?
I know that you guys misplaced a blue van.
Are you a cop?
No.
U.S. Navy.
You're the frogman.
You got a little something.
So, why would you hire Walter to investigate your husband?
We're getting a divorce.
Without some leverage, things won't go well for me.
You mean financially?
No, Jonny.
I do not mean financially.
So, what does a frogman want with a blue van?
What does the yakuza want with a guy like Robichaux?
I don't know anything about yakuza,
but a man who works at Pearl Harbor should know better
than to fuck with the Japanese.
I think you're forgetting how that story ended.
Well, if you're getting divorced,
what the hell are you doing at this party?
Look...
I can't talk here, okay? It's not safe.
Come and see me tomorrow.
I'm staying at the penthouse of Kiani Towers in Waikiki.
You know, there's a famous Japanese saying:
"The child of frog is still just a frog."
Huh.
Interesting.
What's that mean?
It means that frogs never look both ways when crossing the street.
Oh.
I got to go, frogman.
See you around.
I look forward to it.
Sir?
- Come with us. - Whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Oh, fuck.
What's up, fellas? Get you a drink?
Would you please come with us, sir.
Uh, I still got a stack of dishes.
Mr. Robichaux would like a word with you.
Yeah.
Fucking prick.
Ah. Gentlemen.
Come in.
This is very exciting.
We never have gate-crashers at these events,
and I think you can understand why.
Because, honestly, who the fuck would want to go
to a fundraiser if they didn't have to?
I don't know. Food's pretty good.
Open bar.
Yeah.
Looking at you, the two of you,
big men, big muscles,
but I assume that most people, when they see you, will think,
"What a pair of lumbering idiots."
Hmm.
Am I right?
But not me. Not me.
I look into your eyes, and I can see that you are smarter than you look.
Well, not him.
Well, that's obvious. You are the clever one.
Mr. Robichaux, I'm James Hale.
This is my brother Jonny.
We're Walter Hale's sons.
I hope there's not a problem.
I paid Walter in full, and I even gave him a bonus
for his... for his discretion.
You hired Walter?
I did, yes.
Walter's dead.
I'm awfully sorry to hear that.
Are you?
I don't think you are, 'cause I think you knew,
and I think you knew who we were the moment we showed up.
That's why you invited us down here, so you can see what is what.
Now, I know he's the clever one, but is he implying
that I had something to do with Walter's death?
No.
- No? - Mr. Robichaux--
- 'Cause that would be absurd, my friend. - I'm not implying shit.
I'm saying it direct to you, "Robi-cocks."
Jonny.
If you don't mind me asking, what was the nature of your business with Walter?
Not that it's any of your business, but my beautiful wife here,
I suspected she was cheating on me, so I had Walter tail her.
There's a lot of that going around.
Well, it turned out that she was not.
He presented a quite comprehensive report.
Can I please ask you to put that down?
That is a French F1 grenade from World War I.
Sacrebleu!
Who cares?
Well, you might when your hand's been blown off.
Oh.
Is that, uh...
how you ended up with those fingers?
Oh, my.
I guess the help has forgotten to take out the trash.
I-Is that all?
I really need to get back to my guests,
so is there anything else I can do for you?
- Uh, yeah, actually-- - That was a rhetorical question.
All righty, then. Thanks for your time.
Please, feel free to exit the way you came in.
- That was the wife? - Yeah, well, the ex-wife.
Interesting.
Did you finish the dishes?
No, I was interrupted by some coked-up yakuza.
- Well, that explains the fingers. - Right.
Oh, honey.
Now what the fuck have you done?
Hey, hey. Stop, please.
Thank you.
Just gonna need you all to stand back.
No.
Hey.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Twenty-two?
- Yeah. Yeah, 22. Go ahead. - Copy, 22.
Stand back.
Behind the line. Stay right here, please.
Robichaux!
You French fuck!
Hold it there. You're on private property.
Ah, shit!
Hale!
Oh, it's fat John Cena.
Oh, yeah.
Sweet dick, bro.
Mr. Hale...
I'm starting to develop a very strong dislike for you.
You killed her...
I know you fucking killed her.
Who is it I'm supposed to have killed today?
You killed your wife.
You killed my father, you fucking asshole.
Mm-hmm.
Mr. Hale, I think perhaps you're confused.
Call the police.
Let me guess.
James sent you.
Nani called me.
Oh. She shouldn't have.
Well, lucky for you, she saw it differently.
I managed to convince Mr. Robichaux to drop the charges.
He killed his wife.
If that's true, it's none of your business.
Let the cops handle it.
That's their job, not yours.
I loved Walter.
But there was something inside him.
A darkness.
Caused him to destroy everything good in his life
over and over again.
He did it to Malia, to Kim, to you.
Himself.
And that darkness, it lives in you, too.
And James.
But the two of you, you have something he never had.
A brother.
It'll take a few minutes to process you out.
Love you, Jonny.
Uncle.
Mahalo.
Just like old times.
Asshole.
Jonny.
Hey! I'm talking to you!
You can't just come back here tearing shit up,
doing whatever the fuck you want.
Leave me alone, James.
This is my home.
Fucking shit up is not gonna bring your mother back.
- Hey! What the-- - Motherfucker.
Ah, fuck.
Ah! Fuck you!
Come on!
Fuck!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck is wrong with you?
What kind of man
abandons his little brother when he needs him the most?
That's not what happened.
- No? - No!
You sent me away, James.
You were going to prison.
The Syndicate was gonna fucking kill you!
If they didn't do it when you were on the inside,
they would've got you the fucking moment you got out.
Goddamn.
I was trying to fucking protect you.
I didn't know what else to do.
You wouldn't fucking listen to me.
It was, uh... it was the only thing I could think of to save your life.
You have no idea what it's like
to look at your mother, dead in the streets,
and she's staring into your eyes.
Fucking haunts me.
I couldn't protect her. I couldn't do anything.
You were all that I had left, and you fucking...
I know I let you down.
I fucked up.
I'm your big brother, and I fucking gave up on you.
If I could, I'd...
I'd do everything differently.
I'm really sorry, Jonny.
I'm really...
...really fucking sorry.
I'm so fucking angry.
It's all I got.
Why are you chasing this so hard?
Walter wasn't any kind of father to you.
I never found the man that killed my mom.
Now someone killed my father.
It...
Someone's got to give them justice.
I'm all they have.
No, they got me, too.
So do you.
I'm not gonna lie to you, man.
You hit, like, fucking hard
for an old fucker.
You think I punch hard?
You have no idea what's coming.
You got to be kidding me.
He started it.
Seriously?
You're supposed to be the adult here.
Hey. What about me?
You're a developmentally arrested narcissist
with anger issues.
And do you really want to pull my focus right now?
No, don't laugh.
Don't get me started on you.
You're a passive-aggressive control freak.
I'm passive?
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
- Shut up. - You're both juggling enough
crippling daddy issues to keep you in therapy for the rest of your lives,
but instead, you just pound on each other like fucking cavemen.
Mom, guess what. I just--
Oh, Kai.
Whoa. What happened?
Me and your dad just beat up on the bad guys.
Looks like they beat you up.
Nah, we wrecked those guys.
Your mother did this to us.
No, you don't get to do that.
Yuck. Get a room.
- Told you I have a girlfriend. - Mm.
Latina. Spicy.
Okay, I got to go now.
- Cute. - I was just thinking about you. Oh, God!
"Spicy."
Ah, damn.
Ah, mi amor.
- I miss you. - Why is your house
a crime scene?
- Oh, shit. I forgot about that.
You know what? I don't want to know.
Millie said your mail was piling up, so I stopped by to pick it up.
You have a package and...
a bunch of overdue bills-- no surprise there.
- There's a package? Who's it from? - Uh, someone...
- from Hawaii? - Holy shit.
It's the package the yakuza was looking for.
What's in it?
You think I'd open your mail?
Nenê.
- It's a thumb drive. - Okay, baby, listen.
- Don't call me that. - I need you to bring me the thumb drive.
I'm gonna send you a ticket to Oahu.
You're in Hawaii?
This whole time?
I wanted to go there with you. You told me you were never going back.
I will explain everything once you get here.
- I promise. - Oh, okay. Great.
Except I'm not going to Hawaii.
- Nenê. - I'll FedEx it to you.
No, listen. It's too important. You have no idea what's going on here.
And I don't want to know.
- Xuxu. - What did I tell you
- about calling me that? - Xuxuzinho.
Hey, no. You listen to me.
There is no way in hell I'm coming to Hawaii.
Aloha.
Welcome to Daniel K. Inouye International Airport.
If you've just arrived, we hope that you enjoy...
Ah, man, I can't believe I wore this.
It's hot, hot.
We're in Hawaii, and I got a leather coat on.
I look stupid. Do I look stupid?
- Just take it off. - Take it off? Take it off, right.
The muscles. How do my muscles look?
- Yeah, you're good. - Show the muscles?
You're good. You look jacked.
I just feel like you're trying way too hard.
There she is. Holy shit. There she is. Goddamn, she looks hot.
Not bad, boss.
I underestimate you.
- Chili pepper water. - Yeah, she's hot.
She's so spicy.
She's spicy, brah.
Hey, Valentina.
Aloha. Hey, how are you--
We're not getting back together.
I'm staying for a day, I'm going to the beach,
- and then I'm gonna go home. - Okay.
Is that your brother?
- Yeah. - Hey. James. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
He looks like you, only smarter.
Hey, aloha, beautiful.
I just want to introduce myself. My name is Pika.
If you need anything, let me know. I'm your guy.
Bro, she's not your guy.
Did you bring the flash drive?
Welcome to Daniel K. Inouye International Airport.
I can't thank you enough.
This is... lifesaver. Got it.
- You can handle this? - Yes, no worry.
- You look so beautiful. I just-- - Nope.
Not gonna happen.
Damn, right in the olos, huh?
I like her.
Might want to pick up your balls.
Get my balls? Yeah?
Just our love language, bro.
Treats me like shit, and I love it.
♪ Baby, come back, oh, baby...
So, you're telling me your estranged father,
who you haven't even spoken to in 20 years,
was murdered by the yakuza for this thumb drive?
Did I tell you it's really good to see you?
Like, really good.
- Can you get in? - Of course I can get in.
Fuck me.
I can't get in. Shit.
Why? What's up?
I don't know, some kind of banking firewall or something.
It's a cold wallet.
It's digitally encrypted.
The drive is the key.
So whoever's account this is,
they need the drive in order to access their money.
And Pika, if he hacks it, then we'll be able to get the money,
we'll find out who it is.
Yep. Except he can't.
He needs the seed phrase-- randomly generated 12 words
that only the account holder has.
How many words?
Twelve.
Try these.
- Where'd you get that? - It was in Walter's stuff.
So, uh, you two been chasing murderers in a minivan?
- Yeah. - Yeah, he blew up my other car.
- Yeah, doesn't surprise me at all. - That's not what happened.
- Literally what happened. - No, it's not. I actually saved your life.
Remember when I saved your life,
- how cool that was? - No, you didn't.
- Can you two shut up, please? - Remember?
I'm trying to focus back here.
- This is what I've been dealing with. - Oh, dude, trust me, I know.
- I lived with him. - Thanks for saving my life, man.
- You're welcome. - So heroic of you.
She's hot.
Really hot, dude.
- Spicy hot. - Yeah, hot.
You know I'm sitting right here, right?
Chili pepper water.
Do you all have fucking Tourette's?
What's wrong with you?
Oh, shit!
What the fuck?
- What the-- - What was that?
Uh, oh, my God.
Oh, my... oh, my God.
- It's a fucking helicopter. - Fuck.
Here, grab Leila's gun.
Holy shit.
What the fucking Bullet-Tooth Tony is this?
Less talk and more shooting.
- Oh, shit! - Your wife's amazing.
Oh, shit!
Shit!
Oh, shit!
- Let me fucking drive! Trust me! - Seriously, bro, let her drive.
- Come on. - Go, go, go, go, baby.
Go. Go, go, go, go, go.
Where is it? Oh, fuck.
I've been here for less than an hour, and already people are shooting at me.
You know these fuckers. Of course they want to kill them.
- I know I do. - Baby, you look so beautiful.
Fuck you!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. - I got it.
Shit!
Shit.
Oh, fucking ninjas on bikes with guns.
- Cool. - Oh, my God!
Fuck you, ninjas!
Oh, my God!
- Hold on! - What?
- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit.
I love you.
I know.
Oh!
Oh, my God!
- It's a ninja! - Oh, my God!
Shit!
Oh!
Whoa!
Oh! His fucking arm came off!
- Get him, bro! - Oh!
- Yeah! Woo-hoo! - Oh, shit! Holy fuck.
- Holy shit, he's erasing his head. - Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Oh, damn.
- Oh, shit. - Fuck.
Fuck.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - Yeah.
- Yeah. Hold on to that thing. - Oh.
- I got two shots. - I'm gonna lay it down.
Hey.
Don't you miss.
I'm gonna kill them all.
- Go! Go! - Fuck!
Go, go, go, go! There's a helicopter--
I know!
Why doesn't your fucking car go faster?
Mommy!
Oh, my fucking God.
Aloha. Welcome to Zippy's.
What can I get you today?
Oh, my God. That's so good.
It's so disgusting. It's all disgusting.
Got blood everywhere. You're eating?
Leila's gonna kill me.
It's not that bad, bro.
- It's got bullet holes in it. - Looks good.
Oh, my God.
I just got in. I just got in.
Uh, but, uh, I-I...
- I don't know what I'm looking at. - Here.
These are international wire transfers.
- See, these are SWIFT codes here. - Mm.
Wow, $12 million going into the same account over three years?
Whose account?
I'm trying to see.
It went through several offshore accounts
and then into the same account in the Cayman Islands,
uh, belonging to a...
"Mayhoe" P.A.
Peter Mahoe. No fucking way.
Bro.
You know him?
Know him? Brah, everybody knows him.
He's the governor.
Holy shit.
Governor.
- Hey. - Hey.
How's Jonny doing?
Ah, he's Jonny.
Thank you, by the way, for getting him out of jail.
Well, the trick is not getting him out, it's keeping him out.
- Right? - What was he thinking,
attacking Robichaux like that?
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I think there might be more to Robichaux then we first thought.
Robi-cocks wants to build a casino resort in Hawaii
but he needs someone to legalize gambling
and he wants to build it on Hawaiian Home Lands.
Right, so for $12 million he buys himself a governor
and then he brings in the yakuza for extra muscle.
But Walter's kicking up dirt for Robi-cocks's wife
and stumbles across the freaking motherlode.
These are plans for a resort and casino
to be built on Hawaiian Home Lands no less.
Well, he can draw up whatever plans he wants
but I'm telling you, Nani, it's not going to happen on my watch.
Tomorrow, I'm gonna ask for a comprehensive review
of all Robichaux's projects on the island.
- Okay. - Good work, Nani.
- I'll take these. - Oh. Thank you, Uncle.
And then that kid,
the one that Rennert brought up from the ocean...
- Simi Iona. - Right, the government accountant.
Walter must've found him, and he got him to download all those dirty transactions.
Maybe blackmail?
- Maybe he's a whistleblower? - Snitch witch.
- Either way, he gave Walter that drive. - Right.
Peter figures it out so he's got to get it back before everything comes out.
He calls Robichaux, Robichaux calls the yakuza...
Then they torture the accountant who gives up Walter.
And then they kill Walter.
- Then they kill Walter. - Shit.
Excuse me.
I can set up anywhere or...?
- Yeah, table. - Okay.
Thanks.
- By the... volcano. - Put your stuff here, baby.
Baby, we're home.
I would love to make you a drink.
- Something strong. - Strong.
Kai? Lani?
Okay.
Um, I'm probably gonna need a shower.
- Yeah, there's one down the hall. - Sorry. Okay.
- Leila! - First in the shower, I love it.
James.
James, what's going on?
Lani! Kai!
Kai!
Come here, baby.
Kai, are you okay?
- Kai. - They took her.
I-I tried.
They-they took her.
I'm sorry, I should've protected her.
No, it's okay. It's okay.
- I couldn't do anything. I... - No, it's okay. Come here.
- I should've... I should've protected her. - No.
You did the right thing.
I should've done something. I should've done something.
- Okay. - I should've done something.
I should've protected her. I should've...
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
I tried to protect her.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - All right, come on.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I should've done something.
I'm sorry.
Hey, why don't you guys go with Valentina.
- Okay. Okay. - It's gonna be all right, bud.
- Okay. - Come here. I'm Valentina, guys.
Jonny, this is me, Marcus.
And here it is, live from the basement, the Robichaux show
and we have guests on the show today.
Get that camera out of my face, you haole piece of shit!
- -
Feisty as fuck.
Look at all this mess you have made
and all for a father who does not give a shit about you.
Oh, more people are coming in. It's a party.
- Look who's here. -
- Nani! Nani! - Leila. Leila.
That's a little something for you, James.
All right, Jonny, I think you get the idea.
The drive for the women.
I want you to bring it over here
- and I want you to do it fucking now. -
You know where I live.
Toodles.
Fuck me.
Grab a bag. Stack up.
You know he's not gonna trade.
Neither are we.
All right, quick recap: in and out in 15 minutes.
Let's go get the girls.
Let's go kill 'em all.
Oh, shit.
No.
Dummy.
Post one, acknowledge.
Post one?
Post two, acknowledge.
Post five, come in.
What's going on?
Guys, what the hell is happening out there?
Oh, they're playing with the lights now.
- Craig. - Sir.
Home base, come in.
Home base.
The wires have been cut.
Can you restore the power?
Negative. Like I said, they cut the wires.
Generator's offline so I'm gonna go see if I can...
- Craig. - Oh, fuck.
You're cutting off, darling.
- We're under attack. - What?
We're under attack.
I repeat: we are under atta--
Craig?
Craig? Craig?
Uh, no, there's no Craig here.
Jonny.
Robichaux.
Jon, boy, what are you doing?
Nothing. I thought we were just saying each other's names.
I'll see you in a sec.
'Kay, toodles.
Nakamura, go do your thing.
♪ There's no place to run ♪
♪ when I step to you, son ♪
♪ I'm banging on your head like a drum ♪
♪ Banging on your motherfucking head like a drum ♪
♪ Brap, you hear the cracking sound of bones snappin' ♪
♪ pop lockin', chessboxin' gods back in action ♪
♪ Try to add it up, you get struck with subtraction ♪
♪ Reduce your whole fucking crew down to a fraction ♪
♪ Breaking bodies down to the smallest compound ♪
♪ Slam dunk your crown, now there's no rebound ♪
♪ ... heads on the ground, legs and meds on the ground ♪
♪ Your whole house is surrounded like the feds on the ground ♪
♪ This is fatal, whirlwind, human tornado ♪
♪ Chop-socky, Green Hornet and Kato ♪
♪ Hard body, big back, impact of a shotty ♪
♪ Godbody probably do karate at the party ♪
♪ Naughty by Nature when I'm facing with a hottie ♪
♪ Honey, lemon chaser, sub bourbon in my toddy ♪
♪ There's no place to run when I step to you, son ♪
♪ Bong, I'm banging on your head like a drum ♪
♪ Banging on your head like a drum ♪
♪ Banging on your motherfucking head like a drum ♪
♪ Brap, banging on your head like a drum ♪
♪ Banging on your motherfucking head like a drum ♪
♪ I'm banging on your head like a drum ♪
♪ Sledgehammer bust through your lung ♪
- ♪ Recoil from the blast of my gun ♪ - Hey!
♪ Me and my brother, we stand here as one ♪
♪ Banging on your head like a drum ♪
♪ Banging on your motherfucking head like a drum ♪
♪ Banging on your head like a drum ♪
- ♪ Banging on your head like a drum ♪ - Hey.
I think he's dead.
Don't tell Leila.
Obviously psycho runs in the family.
Leave the hammer, okay?
Now let's go.
Ah.
Goddamn it.
Oh, no.
Oh.
What took you so long?
You're bleeding. I'm so sorry.
- You were right. - The kids.
Yeah, yeah, they're safe.
- They're okay? - They're with Val.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine, I'm fine.
He went that way.
- Baby. Yeah? - Yeah.
Hey.
Yeah, I'm-I'm okay.
Jonny.
Let's go.
Robichaux's running, man.
Fuck.
- What are you doing? - Hey, James?
I'm getting you out of here.
I got this. Go with Jonny...
I'm going after him, bro.
...and show that haole he fucked with the wrong family.
You go.
Frogman, did you miss me?
I just met your wife.
She was very good.
Oh.
Are you ready?
Let's dance.
Robi-cocks.
A gun?
Come on.
You are a whole lot harder to kill than your dad, I'll give you that.
I've had a long day of fucking up all your businesses
so why don't we skip the foreplay and just get right to the banging.
- Sure. - Ready? Fuck.
Ah, fuck you, Van Damme.
Did you really think you could stop me?
That meatheads like the two of you can stop a man like me?
You stopped nothing, Jonny, 'cause you are nothing.
That's what you are.
All you ever did was annoy me,
like a mosquito buzzing in my ear.
In a minute, you'll be dead, Jonny.
And within a year, my casino will be built.
And there's no one on this island to get in my way.
So you and your brother and your pathetic father...
...you all died for nothing, Jonny.
You tried to take something that's mine.
But nobody takes anything from me.
Fuck.
I did take one thing from you.
Yeah, and what's that?
Jonny!
I got you.
I got you, brother.
I'm gonna cry if you're crying.
Peter Mahoe!
You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.
What they hell are you talking about?
Yeah, we also got you for bribery, but, uh, we can get into all that
back at the station, yeah?
- This is ridiculous. - Let's go.
- The audacity of it all. - Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.
- All of this mess, it's all Robichaux. - Mm-hmm.
I was set up.
Nani. James.
Jonny.
You've known me all your lives.
I was trying to protect you.
I've given everything I have for you!
I was more of a father to the two of you than Walter ever was!
So don't stand there and judge me!
Nani.
Please, Nani.
Don't turn your back on me now.
Nani.
I will clear all this mess up!
Nani! We're family!
All right, that's enough. Get him in there.
Hey, Mom.
I'm sorry it took me so long to come home.
I'm sorry about a lot of things.
I think...
I think maybe staying angry this whole time was my way of just, um...
holding on to you.
But I know that's not what you would've wanted for me.
- Who's hungry? - Yes!
She's a great woman.
You would've liked her a lot.
I don't know if I'll get another chance with her...
because she's stubborn, like you.
But if I do...
...I'm gonna try to get it right this time.
Hey, Jonny boy.
I see you still on my island, brah.
Yeah, well, it turns out it's my island, too.
Everything's cool, Jonny.
Much aloha.
Mm.
Oh, that healed up really good, brah.
- Do you like it? - I like it.
Yeah, that's cool.
You know, brah, all the illegal gambling
here in Hawaii nei goes through the Syndicate.
But then there's the yakuza, brah,
who make a deal with Robichaux's team.
So what am I to do, brah?
Well, I could pick a fight with the yakuza, a war,
and plenty of my people die, they make.
So you let us do it for you.
Right.
You could've helped.
Yeah. I let you live.
What's this?
A little token of my aloha, brah.
It's the name of the man who killed your mother.
And it wasn't one of mine.
This does not make us friends.
I think it does.
Fuck you, fat shit.
Sorry, Mama.
What was that about?
- He's just flexing. - Hmm.
Nah, but he gave me this.
♪ I'm an ordinary man...
It's the man that killed my mom.
♪ So I find out all I can...
Not gonna try and stop me?
The way I see it...
...there was a time I should've been there for you and I wasn't.
I'm here for you now.
Whatever you decide, I got your back.
♪ And it helps to keep me warm...
♪ So I, I don't mind...
I just always thought there'd be a time where me and Walter could get it together
and sit down and have a few beers.
I'd figure out a way how to forgive him.
You, uh, you ever wonder why Walter sent that flash drive to you?
It was the last thing he did.
♪ No, I....
I think maybe he was calling you home.
♪ I don't mind ♪
♪ So take...
Twelve million.
♪ Take me home...
A lot of money.
A lot of money in a little penis.
It's a lot of money for a little penis.
Twelve million to buy back our childhood.
♪ 'Cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ Oh, Lord ♪
♪ 'Cause I've been a prisoner all my life ♪
♪ And I can say to you ♪
♪ So take ♪
♪ take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ Oh, Lord ♪
♪ Well, I've been a prisoner all my life ♪
♪ And I can say to you ♪
♪ But I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ 'cause I don't remember ♪
♪ Take, take me home ♪
♪ ♪