Five-0!
Coming up next on The Savannah Walker Show,
Savannah takes a thrilling ride-along
with Hawaii's elite crime-fighting task force, Five-0.
Wait, what are you doing? This is as far as you go, okay?
Zoom in there. I wanna see what they're looking at.
Oh, my God.
Live from Hilton Hawaiian Village in beautiful Waikiki,
it's The Savannah Walker Show,
starring your host, Savannah Walker!
And here she is,
the queen of talk, Savannah!
Thank you, guys. Give it up for my boys. Yes!
Aloha, everyone, aloha!
Welcome to the show!
Now, as you know,
we have got it going on from Hawaii all week long.
It has been incredible.
We've been shooting everywhere in our country's 50th state,
and it has been fantastic.
From the beaches of the North Shore to the skyscrapers of Waikiki,
we have done it all, and it has been amazing. Am I right?
Yeah!
Yes, but we have saved the very best for last.
My producers thought it would be exciting
to do something different,
something truly out-of-the-box.
And so they arranged for me to hang out with Five-0,
Hawaii's elite crime-fighting task force.
Yes. And with the governor's blessing,
I was able to take my camera crew behind the scenes
for the ultimate ride-along.
Now, I wanna warn you,
this is not gonna be one of our typical Savannah shows.
It is going to be scary,
it's going to be graphic,
and it might be a good idea to put those little ones down for an early nap,
because I am talking unscripted,
unedited,
and unbelievable.
Are you ready?
All right! This is gonna be off the hook!
Tommy, roll the tape.
Welcome to the home of Five-0.
This beautiful building opened in 1871,
designed by Australian Thomas Rowe
in an Italian Renaissance revival style.
It doesn't look like your average police station, does it?
That's because Five-0 aren't your typical cops.
They're a task force that handles high-priority cases.
Cases that often put them in life-and-death situations.
In this show, we 're going to get to know Five-C's key personnel.
To start, let's meet the big kahuna,
Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett,
the boss man and Honolulu native.
Born and raised on the island of Oahu,
Steve was a celebrated quarterback for the Fighting Nuts of Kukui High,
a standout at the Naval Academy,
and a highly decorated Navy SEAL who saw action around the globe.
- Hi, Commander McGarrett. - Hi.
I understand you were handpicked by the late Governor Jameson
to lead Five-0, and tasked with cleaning up crime on the islands.
That's, um, a pretty awesome task.
Uh, sorry. Was I supposed to say something back to you?
That's how an on-camera interview works.
I ask the questions, and then you answer.
Okay. Um, I'm not really comfortable with that,
and, uh, I don't... I thought you guys were just gonna follow us around.
You know?
Okay, this is gonna be a little tougher than I thought.
Um, well, okay. Working alongside Steve McGarrett
is Detective Danny Williams, a New Jersey transplant
who seems to have brought his feisty Jersey attitude with him.
- Detective Williams, can I... - No, no, no.
Please. I know the governor thinks this is good PR.
I disagree strongly. Please keep the camera out of my face.
We'll be fine. Please. I said please. Thank you.
Peace.
Oh. Lieutenant Kelly.
- Can I ask you a few questions? - I'm a bit busy.
I understand McGarrett's father trained you.
What drew you to a life in law enforcement?
Uh, family. I come from a long line of cops. I guess it's in my DNA.
Well, if you weren't a cop, what would you be?
Jazz trumpeter.
Really? Like Miles Davis?
Well, there's only one Miles Davis.
But maybe that's why I became a cop. Now, excuse me.
No, it's good. We're on the way. Chin, let's go. Hey, let's go!
- Heading out? - This is it. We caught a case. Let's go.
Uh, Commander McGarrett, uh, can you tell us where we're going?
Did you sign the personal safety waiver?
You guys all need to do that, all right? Before you come.
Make sure they get one.
Uh, a safety waiver? Why?
Wait. Wait, wait. What's so funny?
Better call your insurance agent from the car.
Tell him you want full coverage.
Wait... You guys, you're kidding, right?
They're kidding, right?
Come on, come on! We gotta keep up.
- I'm trying. - Try harder. We're losing them!
Want me to run the red lights?
Fine. You pay the tickets.
It's a deal, okay? Just do not lose them.
Shh.
Don't tell anyone.
Okay. We're at the crime scene with Five-0.
Let's take a look.
- Duke, what do you got? - It's a real mess down there.
Let's increase the radius to include this rooftop here.
It's got a clear line of sight.
There might be a surveillance camera that picked something up.
Wait, what are you doing? This is as far as you go, okay?
We won't get in the way.
I'm sorry. It's my crime scene, my rules.
"Okay? " Okay
Zoom in there. I wanna see what they're looking at.
Oh, my God.
Is all of that blood?
Billy, boost the levels up. I wanna hear.
That's some serious mutilation.
Killer must've used an ax or cleaver.
Did he just say "mutilated"?
Let's get Max over here right away.
Okay, come on, come on, come on.
Officer Kalakaua, can you tell us who the victim is?
Can you tell us if it was a man or woman?
We don't know.
- Because it'll compromise the case? - No. I'm telling you, we don't know.
...Five-0 is
at your crime scene requesting...
Steve, you ever seen anything like this?
Never.
Welcome back.
Now, when my producers suggested I conduct a ride-along
with Hawaii's elite task force, Five-0,
I thought we'd be breaking up bar fights or maybe busting shoplifters.
I had no idea we'd be standing over a dead body in an alley.
And to top it all off, they can't tell if the victim is a man or a woman.
I have to tell you, if this is a typical day at the office for these guys,
I am so glad I'm not a cop.
Let's take a look.
Well, no blood trail indicates this was most likely a body dump.
Savannah, ME's office.
Okay, let's go.
That is Dr. Max Bergman.
He's a medical examiner with the City of Honolulu.
His job is to examine the body for cause of death
and search for physical clues left behind by the killer. Let's talk to him.
Dr. Bergman. I'm...
Oh. Savannah Walker! I know who you are.
You do?
- I find your show to be quite inspiring. - Really?
Yes, I mean, your compelling interviews,
your self-improvement segments,
your unusual foray into pop culture. It's quite inspirational.
Wow, you really are a fan.
Yes, I mean, I wake up at 5 a.m. each morning
so I can catch the live feed from the mainland.
I got hooked on your show during my undergrad years at Arizona State.
And the Christmas segment
where you did the reenactment of the birth of Jesus
and the camel kept on licking the baby...
Oh, my God. It had me in stitches!
Not literally, but metaphorically.
ASU, I understand, has an incredible life sciences program.
Oh, it's exceptional. But, uh, it's the party scene.
That's the reason why I went there. It's off the hook.
Not many people know this, but, uh, in my frat house,
I was referred to as Beerman instead of Bergman.
Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm talking to you right now!
I'm thrilled to meet you too.
- Um, listen, Dr. Bergman. - Yes?
I'm wondering, you know, since you're such a faithful viewer,
if I might not ask you for a little favor.
Of course.
On close examination, victim is male, Caucasian.
Face desecrated beyond recognition.
Lower arms exhibit significant trauma.
With both hands appearing to be severed above the wrist.
Liver temp indicates our victim was murdered eight to ten hours ago.
Killer must've hacked up the body to prevent ID.
It's a pro move.
- Max, what is that? - What?
- There's a camera on your shirt, Max. - Oh, uh, this camera. it's...
Nice try.
Uh-oh.
- Is this yours? - Yeah.
- Sorry. - This was not part of the agreement.
Well, it's called investigative reporting, commander.
Oh, that's what it's called when you interview chefs and celebrities?
- This is not 60 Minutes. - Hold on.
For your information, I have a degree in journalism from Northwestern.
Your professors must be very proud.
Let's erase that.
- Savannah, behind you. - Oh, come on.
Officer, can I ask you a few questions, please?
The victim has yet to be identified.
- Do you have any suspects? - Not at this time.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
- Wait, if I could just get a name. - Hey.
Guys! It's Wo Fat! Hey! Savannah, get down!
Did you get that? Please tell me you got that.
Duke, call it in. Get a bird in the air right now.
Wo Fat is not leaving this island.
Who is Wo Fat?
Wo Fat is a ruthless son of a bitch.
Wait, can I say that on TV?
You already did.
Wo Fat is a global terrorist.
He tortured and murdered innocent people.
He supplies arms to our country's enemies.
He's a true sociopath.
He's devoid of any morals or scruples.
Seems like there's more to this guy.
What aren't you telling us?
Wo Fat was the man behind the murder of John McGarrett,
Steve's father.
He would've killed Steve's mother too, if given the opportunity.
So, what you're saying is that capturing Wo Fat is personal for Steve?
That's the way this job is.
Sometimes it crosses over into the personal.
Has it ever gotten personal for you?
Yes.
Sadly, after this interview,
I learned that Lieutenant Kelly lost someone very dear to him,
his wife, Malia,
as a direct result of a Five-0 investigation.
Out of respect, I won't go into further detail,
but what I will tell you is that despite their personal losses,
Five-0 has forged an incredible bond,
one akin to family, or what the locals refer to as ohana.
Now, what if I was to tell you that we...
And by we, I mean this show
...had a direct hand in helping this investigation?
To explain how, let's meet Officer Kono Kalakaua.
Kono grew up on the North Shore of Oahu
and spent the early part of her life as a professional surfer.
Now, when a knee injury sidelined her career,
she followed in the footsteps of her cousin, Chin Ho Kelly,
and joined the ranks of law enforcement.
A skilled sniper and martial artist,
Kono explains here how Five-0 uses technology to help solve crimes.
In a lot of cases, we use public surveillance cameras.
They allow us to capture evidence of criminal activity.
However, this case was a little different
because we had your crew tagging along with us,
so, what we did was we took the video you shot and enhanced it
in order to get a better look at our suspect, Wo Fat.
When you say "enhanced,"
what do you mean exactly?
Uh, well, Five-0 is, um, equipped with the latest in digital forensic hardware,
which allows us to improve image quality
by manipulating zoom, frame rate, angle,
uh, at the same time increasing resolution.
Who on the Five-0 team is well-versed in all this high-tech wizardry?
Uh, that would be me.
Heh. How on earth did you get so tech-savvy?
Xbox.
Here he is over the body, when we arrived on-scene.
What is Wo Fat looking for?
And why show up posing as a cop?
My guess is he heard about the murder after the fact.
Shows up in uniform so he can get access to the crime scene.
Which would mean that Wo Fat's not the killer.
Okay, fine. Why's he so interested in our John Doe?
Oh, welcome. Please, come in, come in.
Ms. Walker. So good to see you again.
Billy, Todd, always a pleasure.
- Where are your glasses, Max? - Oh, I'm wearing contacts.
Uh, they don't respond to indoor precipitation like my spectacles do.
Uh-huh. Is that gel in your hair?
Thank you for noticing, detective.
Huh. Lost him to Hollywood.
Max.
At your service.
Okay. We any closer on an ID for the victim?
Not yet.
IAFIS was out of the question because the victim's hands were removed.
I did submit a DNA sample to CODIS, but the results came back negative.
There were no matches in the missing persons database.
However, I was able to confirm that the COD... That's cause of death.
...Was indeed a shotgun wound.
And upon closer examination,
I noticed that the victim's skin was removed from the upper right arm
in near-surgical precision.
You mind stepping to your right a little bit?
Yes, I mind. Beat it. Go away.
What did I tell you? Keep that camera out of my face. Get the hell out of here.
In here.
I told the investigators that the mutilation of the body
was caused by a high-energy and blunt force trauma
with an implement like a hammer.
But also, a portion of the skin was excised on the right upper limb
between the elbow joint and the shoulder.
What do you mean by excised?
Well, the killer cut the skin off with a razor or a scalpel.
Most likely, the missing part had an identifying mark,
like a tattoo or a scar.
So, now what? How do you identify the victim?
Shotgun pellets recovered from the victim should help.
- I sent them over to Fong. - Fong? What's a Fong?
I'm here with Charlie Fong,
criminalist for the Honolulu Police Department.
Now, Charlie, tell me, what does a criminalist do?
Well, that can vary a lot from day to day.
One day, I might get called to court.
Next day, I could be running QC samples all day.
Then there are other days when...
If you can sum it up in one sentence, what would it be?
I analyze evidence to solve crimes.
Wow. One sentence exactly. That was impressive.
Precision. That's what my job is all about.
Kind of like a quarterback throwing a perfect, chest-high spiral.
If you're off even a little...
Well, it could cost you the ballgame.
Hmm. Now, do you ever get out in the field?
On occasion.
But solving crimes isn't all about getting shot at.
Actually, most of the heavy lifting is done here, behind a microscope.
This is where the real action is.
Wow, so you're like the brains behind Five-0.
Well, there's no I in team,
but someone has to show them the way.
Well, I understand that Dr. Max Bergman sent over
some shotgun pellets to analyze.
Now, what have you come up with?
Nothing yet.
Hey, guys. So Danny was right about our MO.
This was the work of a pro. It's a Russian mob out of Kansas City.
So I contacted the K.C.P.D. Organized Crime Bureau,
and apparently, hacking up enemies is a local specialty.
All right, look. We need to get a list of possible associates.
Anybody traveling from over there with an alias.
- Right. - It's already done.
Dimitri Markov.
Flew in two days ago.
Checked into the Grand Kuali'i in Waikiki.
Let's check it out.
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- Super tasty grinds, anyone? - Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?
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- That's half price. - You know, this, uh,
doesn't actually go on the TV today.
It airs another day. You gonna honor this thing on that day as well?
- Looks like a yes. - Thank you.
Whatever our vic was involved in,
it was enough to get the attention of a couple of heavyweights
like the Russian mob and Wo Fat, right?
If the KC mob sent Markov down here to whack our guy, he would've left.
- He wouldn't have stuck around. - I agree,
but the motel says he hasn't checked out.
Doesn't make sense. Guy comes to kill somebody. Sticks around for a tan?
No sense. Doesn't sound pro to me.
Okay, let me get this straight.
This is Detective Williams's car,
but Commander McGarrett does all the driving?
- It's because I'm the better driver. - He's a control freak.
- That's why he drives. - And he's got issues with, uh, the truth.
Heh. Okay. Why don't you tell her
about the remote control thing you got?
What remote control thing?
Where you come to my house, grab the clicker,
and gotta be in charge.
You gotta pick which TV station we watch.
- Okay. The way I was brought up. Uh-huh.
It's polite to let the guest choose what you're gonna watch on TV.
Okay, fair. What about having to be first through every single door?
Having the last word of every conversation?
Or picking where I eat lunch every single day? You.
Why? What does Emily Post have to say about that?
What am I...? You're indecisive.
- I can't help if you're indecisive. - I'm not. You're a control freak.
- Can't even decide... - These two fight,
but, really, they love each other.
Where do you wanna go for lunch?
- I'll go wherever you wanna go. - Oh, my God.
- You see? - Fine.
We're here at the Grand Kuali'i, where we believe our suspect,
the Russian mobster Dimitri Markov, is staying.
You stay here, you understand? You don't go any further than this.
Five-0!
Go, go, go.
- Clear left. - Clear here.
Billy. Over here. Those look like surveillance photos.
Hey! What did I just tell you?
I told you to wait back there, didn't I?
Over there. He's the one they're looking for.
- Commander, he's over here. - What?
- The suspect. That's the suspect. - What?
Dimitri Markov, let me see your hands. Right now! Hey!
Hey! Freeze! Hold it right there!
Did he really just do that?
Welcome to my world.
Steve?
What's he saying?
Not much. He's, uh, claiming he's never heard of Wo Fat.
He did admit to stalking the victim, but he won't ID him,
and he certainly won't cop to the murder.
That doesn't surprise me because he's not our guy.
Now, you guys know what an alibi is, right?
I know you know.
It's when you tell your wife you've been working all weekend,
but you're really out playing golf with your boys.
Right? We've all done it.
But in this case, the Russian hit man had a great alibi,
because two security cameras put him all the way on the North Shore
at the time the murder took place.
But Five-0 still thought he was a piece of the puzzle because of these.
You remember these?
The photos they found at Markov's motel room?
Well, it turns out that these photos were of the victim.
So I ran facial recognition on those surveillance photos
and got a hit to a Roger Carson.
There's not a lot on him in the system,
but he rents an apartment here, so I sent a unit by.
They said they saw signs of forced entry,
so they sat on the place until we got here.
Five-0!
Clear!
It's an Easter egg hunt.
Well, somebody was looking for something.
Could have been Markov before we grabbed him.
- Could have been Wo Fat. - Or our butcher.
Kono, what do you got?
KONG". Ran our Vic's credit cards.
Roger Carson checked into the Waikiki Sun Motel
by the airport 36 hours ago.
That's only a couple of miles from here.
Why would he need a second place so close to home?
Manager said he checked in with a woman.
Roger?
- That you? - Ma'am, it's Five-0.
Ma'am, if you'd open the door, please.
How you doing?
I'm Commander Steve McGarrett. This is Detective Danny Williams.
What's your name?
Kammie Leeds.
Miss Leeds, how do you know Roger Carson?
He's my boyfriend.
Oh, my God. Something bad has happened, hasn't it?
May we come in, please?
You guys stay here.
Miss Leeds, uh...
Get out of here. I mean it.
Get out of here. Hey. Hey.
Commander, can you share with us
what the girlfriend had to say?
Couple days ago, they came home. They found their apartment tossed.
Carson said it was a robbery.
He moved her in here, and then he disappeared.
Does it get to you?
- Excuse me? - Having to inform a loved one
- about a death. - It's difficult.
You're delivering the worst information anybody's ever gonna tell them.
And you're about to change their life forever with that information.
How do you cope with that?
You don't cope with it. You use it to keep going.
I wasn't comfortable pressing Commander McGarrett
for more information
at such a clearly sensitive time.
But later, I was told that the victim's girlfriend,
when shown an autopsy photo,
pointed out that the skin removed from Roger's arm
was right where he had a tattoo.
For some reason, the killer wanted it.
Yeah, I remember that guy. Came in for a custom job.
What kind of custom job?
Some sort of mythical thing.
- Like a goddess. - You got all these photos on the wall.
- You took a picture of the goddess? - I wanted to.
Piece came out real tight.
But dude was all cagey about it. Wouldn't let me.
What about the stencil paper you use as a template?
- You, uh, got that? - I already gave that to the other cop.
Wait. What other cop?
He came in this morning asking about the same customer.
- Is this the cop? - Yeah, brah, that's him.
- You got cameras in here, or what? - Yeah, there.
- Does it work? - Yeah.
- How far back's it go? - We clear the disks every week.
- Wanna take a look? - Yeah, we do.
There. That's the artwork from the tattoo.
Kono, uh, can you isolate that image?
Chin, what do you think?
The way she's emerging from the stream,
almost like she's made of water,
makes me think of Kalawahine.
That's crazy. I was gonna say the same exact thing.
Yeah, she's an ancient goddess.
Protector of all the water sources in the Ko'olau Valley
formed by a mountain range on the leeward coast.
Hold on. Steve, look at this.
Looks like there's a pattern or something
in the bottom of the skirt. See that?
Looks like the same as one of these trails.
He's right. Check it out.
Kono, can you, uh, overlay this trail pattern
and the image of the tattoo?
Well, that is not just a tattoo.
KONG". Then what is it?
It's a map.
Now, most guys get a tattoo of a dragon, or barbed wire,
or their girlfriend's name, but not Roger Carson.
His tattoo was of a very specific area of Oahu
called the Ko'olau Valley.
And the question Five-0 was asking:
What did it mean?
The only reason I can think of why anybody would tattoo a map
onto their body is to hide something valuable
and not forget where it is, right?
Whatever our vic stashed, it was valuable enough
for a Russian mobster and Wo Fat to come out of the woodwork
- looking for it. - And don't forget our killer.
He was the first one to get to Carson.
He knew about the map, hacked up our vic,
and cut the tattoo off his arm.
Well, if our killer has the map, maybe this is where he's headed next.
Okay. There's only one problem.
Because there's 45 trails stretched out over 50 miles of terrain.
So where do we start?
To help Five-0 figure it out,
they enlisted the help of Lieutenant Catherine Rollins
of Naval Intelligence.
Um, sometimes... Well, actually, make that a lot of the times.
...Commander McGarrett will ask for help.
And he usually repays me in breakfast or dinner.
It's kind of like a little game that we play.
Using military resources to help a friend. Uh, isn't that risky?
Uh, well, Steve and my CO go way back,
so he cuts him some slack.
What about you and Steve? Tell us about your history.
Uh, we served in the military together.
You're also his girlfriend, right?
Uh, how is that relevant?
Just... America wants to know.
Well, that's none of America's business, so...
Um, well, what about this case? How did you help Steve?
Well, he had asked me for some advanced satellite imagery
of the Ko'olau Valley's trail system
to help determine where his victim, Roger Carson, uh,
might have hidden something.
Should I take this off now?
No? Sorry. Okay.
- Hey, Steve? - Yeah.
There's a Secret Service agent on the phone.
He says he needs to talk to you right now.
- Commander McGarrett? - Yes.
I'm Special Agent Kershaw. We need to talk.
Okay, Agent Kershaw, I'm in the middle of an active murder investigation.
Your homicide is why I'm calling.
This is a matter of national security, commander.
Can I be assured of the confidentiality of this conversation?
Hold that thought for a second.
I need you guys to shut this down right now and wait in my office.
Right now, let's go.
Later, Commander McGarrett was able to share with me
what that call was about.
It turns out, our victim's name wasn't Roger Carson,
but Gary Ray Percy.
And before Hawaii, he resided in Washington D.C.,
where he worked at the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.
That's right, where money is printed.
And he was a well-trusted employee
right up until he started taking his work home with him.
Who's ever seen one of these?
Couple of people? It's called a 3D printer.
Now, who's got a phone I can borrow?
- I do. - Here.
Here you go.
You guys are very generous. Thank you.
I promise to return it.
Now, I'm gonna show you just how easy this is.
You put the phone here,
turn the machine on,
and the computer scans your item.
And then,
you have
an exact 3D replica of your phone.
Right? Now, imagine if you could use this machine
to replicate the master plates for the U.S. $100 bill.
That's what Mr. Percy did.
He smuggled a 3D printer into his office
and made an exact replica of the U.S. $100 currency plates.
Whoever tossed Percy's apartment must have thought
that's where he hid the plates.
Agent Kershaw said there was a leak in his department,
so I'm thinking that's how Wo Fat and the Russian mob got on to it.
Either could've been looking for those plates.
Wasn't our killer.
He knew the plates weren't there. He had inside information.
He found out about the tattoo, killed Percy and cut it off his arm.
There's only one person
who knew Percy well enough to know about the tattoo
and whether he could've been hiding something.
I told you, I don't know.
Roger never said anything about Washington D.C.
or any currency plates.
You mean Percy. Gary Ray Percy.
Percy, Carson, Roger... Whatever you wanna call him.
He told me he used to sell big-ticket appliances in Denver.
Washing machines, ranges, stoves.
- What? You believed that? - I had no reason not to.
Okay, well, here's our problem. We don't believe you, all right?
So either give us some better answers,
or we release you from protective custody.
Which I think would be a bad thing.
There's a psychopath out there hacking people up.
Don't think you want that.
Your choice.
After our place was ransacked, Roger, my boyfriend,
started acting all paranoid.
I said, "Okay, we got burglarized. Let's just go to the cops."
But he was all freaked out and said he didn't wanna involve the cops.
So you went to the motel.
What about this guy?
You know this man?
- No. - His name is Wo Fat.
- You've never met this guy? - No.
Okay. Who'd you tell about the break-in?
- My brother, Tony. - Tony.
Tony own a shotgun?
Think so. Why?
Why? Because it's the last thing your boyfriend saw.
All right, I'm thinking Kammie confides in Tony.
Tells him about the break-in, about having to go on the run.
And brother, being the criminal genius that he is, puts two and two together.
Realizes Percy was in possession of something valuable.
Exactly. Tony tracks down Percy, puts both barrels to his head.
Percy starts talking, tells him everything.
Tells him about the currency plates,
about the map tattoo, about the Russian stalking him.
All right. Then Tony kills Percy, makes it look like a mob hit.
That was to throw us off.
Then he cuts the tattoo off Percy's arm so no one else can find it,
- goes on a treasure hunt. - Exactly.
But what Tony does not know is that Wo Fat is looking for the same plates.
Steve? Hey, so I got those hi-res sat photos
- from the Ko'olau Valley trail system. - Great.
Take a look at this.
All right. See those two trees there in the clearing?
Uh-huh. - They look just like our Vic's tattoo.
- Where was this photo taken? - Trailhead at Waimano Ridge.
Think that's where the plates are buried?
If it is, that's where Tony's headed.
SAVANNAH'. Formed on Oahu's Leeward Coast,
largely inaccessible by car,
the Ko'olau Valley lies within the jagged remains
of an ancient volcano.
Home to a system of treacherous hiking trails
that climb some 3100 feet above sea level,
it's easy to see why Gary Ray Percy chose this location
to hide his copies of the $100 engraving plates.
Right here. GPS says this is the spot.
Here are the two banyan trees,
there's the mountain, just like the tattoo.
Hey, you see this?
Looks like it was just dug up.
Guys, over here!
I've got Tony.
Whoa, whoa. You, stay back. You, hey, back it up.
Plates are gone.
- Wo Fat must have tracked him here. - The body's still warm.
Wo Fat's gotta be close.
Get out of my way! Go! Move it!
I got fresh tracks.
- It's Wo Fat! - Don't let him get away!
Come on, move, move!
Over here!
He's gone.
We need to secure the perimeter.
I got blood.
Well, he can't have got too far.
- Get down! Get down! - Chin!
Chin?
Danny, hey.
- Chin! Chin, you all right? Huh? - Come on. Let's get up.
- I'm okay. He got my vest. - Let's go.
Billy! Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Yeah, I think so. The camera is toast.
- What are you doing? - I'm trying to get my phone.
What, are you crazy? Put it away.
I gotta get this!
Come on! Come on!
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
- I got him! - Got him?
Finish it!
Do it!
Intubate the patient, give him 10mg of morphine...
All right, he gets his own floor.
I want a full security lockdown, guns on every exit.
Nobody gets in or out without my approval.
Commander McGarrett, is he gonna make it?
I don't care.
Plan Blue. All available staff to OR.
There you have it, folks.
Another case solved by our nation's most elite task force, Five-0!
You know,
over 24 pulse-pounding hours,
my crew and I shadowed their every move.
It was terrifying, and it was dangerous.
And it was something that I will never, ever do again.
Over the course of a day, we risked our lives
to bring you this very special episode.
But you know what?
It is nothing compared to the risks
that the brave members of Five-0 take every day
to keep these islands safe.
They are truly heroes.
And I salute them.
Until next time,
Mahalo Nui Loa.
Oh, you guys are awesome. Oh, yes, thank you.
Thanks for coming out. Thank you.