Hawaii Five-0 s09e14 Episode Script

Ikliki I Ka La O Keawalua (Depressed With The Heat of Kealwalua)

1 (woman singing in Hawaiian) (phone line ringing) MAN (on recording): Aloha, it's Luka.
You know what to do.
(hits redial, line ringing) (hangs up) Don't worry, he'll show.
(phone beeps) You guys are on next.
Our drummer's running late.
Any chance we can get a little delay? I can buy you a couple of minutes, that's it.
You're on in five, or you're not on at all.
Fire dancers! Come with me.
(up-tempo drumbeat playing) (phone line ringing) (phone ringing) Hey, man.
Luka, where you at? I been calling you.
I'm sorry, Flip.
I messed up, I know.
I just had to take care of something important.
What's more important than the set we gotta play - in five minutes? - I said I'm sorry.
Look, I'm about to unload the kit.
I'll be right there.
Okay, I'll see if I can hold off the stage manager.
Yo, she's like a straight-up viper out here.
(loud thud, gasp over phone) Luka? (Luka grunting, crying out) Yo, Luka.
FLIPPA (over phone): You still there? Luka? You still there? (engine starts, tires screech) [Hawaii Five-O theme song plays.]
Hawaii Five-O 9x14 Ikliki I Ka La O Keawalua (siren winds down, stops) - Duke.
- Commander.
What are we looking at? Victim's van and wallet were stolen.
No security cameras or witnesses.
But we got a BOLO out on the vehicle.
- Maybe we'll get lucky.
- How's he doing? We managed to get a statement from him, but I think he's still in shock.
All right, give me a minute.
Could you give us a minute, please? We're gonna do everything we can to find out who did this, you understand? All I heard was a thud, and a crack when his phone hit the deck.
I thought he'd flaked on the gig, so I was annoyed.
That was the last time I ever talked to him.
Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't do that.
Don't beat yourself up.
Not now, okay? You got it? Steve, something ain't right about this.
Killed over his wheels and an old drum kit? No.
Luka would have handed over the keys like that.
Dude loved life too much to risk it all over some stuff.
All right, listen to me, I promise you, as soon as I know something, you're my first call.
All right? In the meantime, I need you to do something for me.
I need you to hang in there.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Thanks, Steve.
- I got you.
Noelani, what do we got? Commander, we have nine stab wounds.
- Jagged patterns at points of entry.
- Nine? - Mm-hmm.
- That's a little excessive, no? Yeah.
As is the wound on the carotid artery.
Seems our carjacker was determined to not leave any witnesses behind.
It's possible this guy stole the van and the wallet to make it look like a carjacking.
I'm just saying this looks, uh-- this looks like something personal.
What else we got? Just this.
- A long, blonde hair? - Mm-hmm.
I found it on the victim's shirt.
Could be completely unrelated to our murder.
Yeah, or it could belong to our killer.
All right, so our Vic, Luka Palakiko.
The lab ran that foreign hair found on his body.
No matches in the system, but listen to this.
We did a deep dive on Luka.
So, when he wasn't playing gigs with Flippa, he worked as a family therapist at a clinic in Kailua.
No criminal record, but check this out.
In the last three months, he paid over five grand to a Venmo account, and the owner's name is Annie Kehr.
Who's Annie Kehr? She's a 15-year-old high school sophomore.
- With long, blonde hair.
- Mm-hmm.
This bird is making payments to an underage girl whose hair was found on his body the night he was killed.
Screams "inappropriate relationship.
" It's the kind of relationship that sets you right up for blackmail, not to mention murder.
Maybe Flippa didn't know his boy as well as he thought he did.
- Hey.
- STEVE: Hey.
I just spoke to Annie Kehr's parents.
They haven't seen her since yesterday.
She was supposed to be at a friend's house - studying for a test.
- Was she not there? Not unless the friend lives on Maui.
The flight record showed that she took off yesterday.
In fact, the flight left HNL Airport one hour after Luka Palakiko was stabbed to death.
Okay, well, if she pre-checked, that would give her enough time to get from the crime scene to the airport, no? Well, it certainly looks like she skipped town.
Maui PD's looking for her as we speak.
Let me ask you a question.
Do you really buy that this 15-year-old girl stuck nine holes into a fully grown man, one right through his neck? Well, maybe she had help.
Maybe someone found out about the relationship and strongly disapproved; I know that I do.
(phone ringing) Tani Rey.
Okay, thanks for the information.
We're gonna talk to Annie ourselves.
Maui PD just picked her up at a bus stop.
They're escorting her back to Oahu as we speak.
Hi, Annie.
Uh, my name's Steve McGarrett.
I'm guessing you already met my colleague here, Tani Rey.
Jill Yamada.
I'm Annie's lawyer.
STEVE: Well, you must know that, as a minor, Annie is under no obligation to, uh, to speak to us without her parents present, okay? You think I want to talk to them? After what they did? JILL: With all due respect, Commander, this seems like overkill.
Why is Five-O involved in a juvenile runaway case? Ms.
Yamada, this is a murder investigation.
One in which your client is a person of interest.
What are you talking about? Luka Palakiko was murdered last night.
One of your client's hairs was found on the body.
Uh, Luk-Luka is-- Luka is dead? (stammering, crying) No, no, no.
- When's the last time you saw Luka, Annie? - Last night.
Um, he drove me to the airport before his gig.
I had-- (crying) Annie, I'm really sorry to have to ask this, but were you and Luka in a relationship? What? No.
Luka-Luka was gay.
Well, why was he sending you money? - Because he was trying to save my life.
- Luka was Annie's therapist.
He counseled LGBTQ youth.
Like me.
I saw him every Tuesday.
My parents thought I was at debate club.
When they found out I was gay, they flipped out.
Arranged to send me to conversion therapy.
You say conversion therapy? The state of Hawaii banned that last year, no? - For good reason.
- JILL: Yes, and that's why Annie's parents want to send her to a school in Idaho, where it's still legal.
Luka didn't want to see that happen to me.
That's why he arranged to send me to a sanctuary home for LGBTQ youth in Maui.
He was also paying my legal fees.
We're working to get Annie emancipated so she can make her own decisions.
The judge rejected our first petition, so her only chance now is getting both parents' signatures.
- Boss.
- Yo.
Hold it right here, please.
TANI: Speak of the devil.
We have a problem.
They're her legal guardians, they have the right to end this conversation and take her away.
Please, don't make me go home with them.
They're gonna send me on a plane to that to that place.
Annie, you're not going anywhere.
Okay, I'll be right back.
Everything okay? Mr.
and Mrs.
Kehr, Steve McGarrett.
Maybe we could go talk someplace a little more private? If that's okay.
Just through here.
Thank you.
WOMAN: This is crazy.
You have no right to keep us from our daughter.
You drag us in here, tell us she was picked up in Maui in connection with a crime? Yeah, she was involved with a crime.
A murder, as a matter of fact.
STEVE: Do either of you two know a man named Luka Palakiko? No.
Why? Well, you should.
Your daughter was seeing him once a week.
He's a counselor for LGBTQ youth.
Well, he-he was.
Not ringing any bells, huh? Thank you.
This is pretty interesting.
I do have another question.
Why'd you just lie to me? I just asked you if you knew Luka, you said no.
But here it says that you hired a private investigator - to look into him.
- Buddy unless you two have a rock-solid alibi, you've got some 'splaining to do.
Please, we're just trying to do what's best for her.
We love our daughter very much.
We just hate the sin.
There's nothing sinful about the little girl sitting in my office right now.
It's a good thing she knows that about herself, too.
Can I ask you a question? I can't wrap my head around this.
I have two children myself.
What kind of parents would send their child off to someplace to be tortured It's not torture, it's healing.
Whether you understand this or not, this is spiritual warfare, and we are battling for the soul of our little girl.
All she needs is guidance onto a better path to make the right choice.
Choice? Do your children make decisions about their education, or do you? NED: It's not Annie's fault she entered life with her wires crossed.
It's a problem with a solution.
Kehr, I don't know how to break this to you, but Annie's not the one with the wires crossed.
Do you have children? No, I don't.
But when I do, I intend to love them unconditionally, for who they are.
Excuse me.
We're not done here, so, uh, please get comfortable.
I'll be back.
What do we got? Traffic cam caught Luka's van at the intersection of Kealanani and Farrington 20 minutes after TOD.
I got a clear shot of the driver through the windshield, ran it through facial rec, and somebody popped.
Meet Connor Russell, 23-year-old ex-con, and the driver of Luka's stolen van.
Which makes him look good for murder.
What was Russell in for? He did three years of a five-year bid in Halawa for felony assault in the first.
Got out four months ago.
And that's just the kicker on a rap sheet full of arrests since he turned 18.
Plus, he has a sealed juvenile record.
Who knows what's on that.
So maybe this was a carjacking and nothing more.
Or maybe the Kehrs hired Russell to kill Luka, in which case, we're gonna find a connection somewhere.
Makes sense.
I mean, when their PI didn't turn up anything actionable, the Kehrs enlist this ex-con Russell to make their problem go away.
For now, we keep the parents on ice.
Okay? Presuming they come up clean, they do not leave this building until they sign Annie's emancipation papers.
All right? In the meantime, Junior, grab Jerry, go check out this guy's last known address.
With pleasure.
(knocking on door) (whispers): Hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Where is Connor? It's okay.
Okay, so I spoke to the roommate.
She said she hasn't seen Russell in a few days, does not know where he is.
They never speak.
And he spends all his time alone in his room.
(grunts) You mean his locked room.
I'll go get the ram.
Hang on.
Coming through! Or you could do that.
Not what I was expecting.
Some ex-con living in a normal house with a roommate.
Yeah, I get what you mean.
Like, take the encryption here.
This guy's got his computer locked up pretty tight.
That means he must have something worth hiding on it.
Damn it.
Let's hope I can crack this puppy here.
I'm gonna have to take it back to HQ.
All right, I'll call up CSU.
No, no.
I got it.
Hey, Jerry, slow down.
What's your rush? (indistinct radio chatter) There were three charges set on that computer, only one of them went off.
STEVE: Sounds like you got lucky there, Jerry.
Yeah, I'm not feeling so lucky, but thanks.
Guy hooks up a bomb to his computer? Now, there's somebody who doesn't want anybody - finding out what's on it.
- Yeah.
I mean, I don't want anyone finding out what's on mine.
What's that? I mean not that there's anything weird on it, it's just, you know, my stuff.
But I just use your standard 80-bit password.
I agree.
A bomb's kind of extreme.
STEVE: So we got an ex-con who locks himself away in his room all day doing God knows what on his computer.
JUNIOR: And we know he has skills with explosives.
Sounds like a combustible situation.
No pun, I swear.
Guys, is that McGarrett on the line? Yes.
Good, he needs to hear this-- Steve.
It's Adam.
Bomb squad just did a sweep of the place.
Said t-the charges on the computer were gunpowder-based, but they also found trace elements of ammonium nitrate on four of his shirts and two pairs of shoes in his closet.
STEVE: Ammonium nitrate is the key ingredient for a fertilizer bomb.
Which is usually staged in a large vehicle, like a panel truck.
or a van.
JUNIOR: Okay, wait a minute.
I get that Russell needs a van to get this bomb to the target, but why take a massive risk killing someone in a public place? Why not just rent one? Because he wants to get away with it.
You rent a vehicle, even under a fake name, leaves a trail.
That's how they caught Timothy McVeigh.
Yeah, and now we got our own McVeigh right here on the island.
All right, you're planning a mass casualty attack, it's gonna take a lot of things, it's gonna take a lot of research, it's gonna take a lot of planning.
I think that's probably what this guy was looking into on his computer.
Yeah, well, take it from me, CSU's gonna find Nada on that machine.
It's shot.
But maybe I can access the data another way.
Uh, let me head back to HQ, dig around, see what I can find.
Jerry, you got second degree burns.
- You don't have to be a hero.
- No, I'm good.
I mean, I'm even more fired up to catch this guy.
Let's do this.
(grunts) Uh, which reminds me, I'm gonna need a pair of working hands.
Junior, can you be my wingman? Yeah, man.
Let's go.
STEVE: All right, good call, you two.
Tani, Adam, listen to me.
I need you to contact the HPD and HDO right away, all right? Tell them there is-- there is a mobile bomb that could detonate anywhere at any time.
They need to pull over every van that matches the make and model of this one, doesn't matter if i-it's a different color.
Russell knows we're onto him, and it's highly likely he slapped a coat of paint on it already.
- You got it.
- STEVE: Oh, also, no checkpoints, all right? I don't want this guy triggering an early blast 'cause he thinks the net's dropping.
TANI: Understood.
Hey, boss, listen, Russell got out of prison four months ago.
I'm thinking there's a good chance that he came up with his plan before that.
BARTON: The Connor Russell I knew was a nervous, angry kid, but I never took him to be a killer.
Why'd they bunk him with one? A young guy like that would get eaten alive in a place like this.
Believe it or not, I was the safest choice.
GROVER: (chuckles) A guy who murdered his wife and a U.
Safest choice, you? I've changed my life around.
My work here, in the ministry, in the library is all aimed at helping others do the same.
Everybody can change.
Even someone as lost as as Connor.
GROVER: Uh, no argument there, but, uh, the problem is, Connor changed for the worse.
Who'd he talk to in here? Who did he associate with? He was shy, he wasn't really built for prison, or any other kind of social life, for that matter.
He was scarred by relentless bullying in high school, so days, he spent by himself, and at night, in the cell, he only talked to me because, well, I was there.
And even then, he didn't say much.
Here's the thing, this murder of Luka Palakiko, we're thinking it's the beginning of something.
We have reason to believe that Connor is planning some kind of - mass-casualty event.
- No.
- That's not the Connor I know.
- Well, there's a strong possibility that you didn't know this Connor as well as you think you did.
(sighs) Listen, admittedly, this is a long shot, but it could be a psychotic break.
Connor is, uh, in his early 20s, when heritable disorders typically have an increased opportunity to present.
How in the hell would you know all of that? I'm in prison.
All I do is read.
Hold on.
How are you-how are attaching a heritable disorder to Connor? Well, Connor's father was a paranoid schizophrenic.
Oh, you didn't know that.
- No.
- Russell, Sr.
went off his meds and killed himself when Connor was 13.
And perhaps a different demon from the same hell has come to reclaim the son.
Listen to me, I read Connor Russell's medical report, all right? There was nothing in that history that would indicate any of that.
(laughs) Incomplete medical records in a state prison? (laughs) Color me shocked.
All right, thanks for your help.
If you think of anything else, feel free to reach out, all right? (lock buzzes, latch clicks) So, Connor was a loner, bullied relentlessly in high school, now he's a bomb maker who's possibly mentally ill.
All right, we got to find which high school he went to.
(phone ringing) Do me a favor, call HPD, have them put a detail on it.
Yeah, Jerry, what do you got? JERRY: Got something you need to see.
Using the ISP from Russell's building's Internet provider, we located a private, password-protected site on the dark Web.
Take a look.
(chanting): White power! White power! Blood and soil! - Blood and soil! - GROVER: We got racism, sexism and anti-Semitism.
It's like the hate trifecta.
JERRY: Yeah, what it is is alt-right crap.
Online Klansmen, Neo-Nazis.
Yeah, it gets worse.
Check out this video.
(distorted): Every proud member of United Aryan Division has been red-pilled.
Join us, do the same, - and the truth will be revealed to you.
- Russell.
The truth behind our country's Okay, I mean, I'm starting to think the murder of Luka was a twofer, right? - Uh, Russell gets his van - JERRY: And he gets to exercise his racial hatred by killing a person of color.
We frontline soldiers, we are the tip of the spear, The blood of the impure will run in the streets.
Blood from sea to shining sea.
All right, so maybe I'm just being naive, but I figured that Hawaii would be the last place on Earth that you'd find a Neo-Nazi.
Well, thanks to the Internet, they're everywhere now.
STEVE: Yeah.
And ours is building a bomb.
(banging on door) Can I help you, Officer? Workers said they may have spotted a vehicle of interest pulling into this business park.
It's a, uh, 2005 Chevrolet van, white.
Haven't seen it, sorry.
Well, you mind if I take a quick look around? You made all this, huh? Modern art's more of my wife's kind thing.
You have yourself a nice day.
You too, sir.
(gags) (officer gurgling) Adam, - Tani, what do you got? - We've pulled over 11 vans and we're looking into leads off a half a dozen tips, - but so far nothing.
- Boss, I got to tell you, we're up against it here.
We cast the net as far as we could, but HPD is stretched to capacity.
Plus, we've got a finite number of eyes in the sky; we're not gonna spot every van on the road.
Call NSA, all right? Have them redirect a keyhole satellite.
Every second on this one counts.
We got to find this guy before he detonates that bomb.
- Please tell me you got something.
- I think so.
I've watched this, like, a dozen times now.
And I think I'm finally on to something.
Look at the language he's using.
Five syllable words, long sentences.
This from a guy who never even graduated high school.
There's no way he could have written this on his own.
Okay, so what? You think-- he, maybe he's got a co-conspirator and if we find out who that is then that might help us - identify the target.
- Exactly.
Now check this out.
This is a new toy I picked up from some new friends at Quantico.
It is a high-speed text analysis algorithm designed to look for similarities in language patterns.
See, everyone's got their unique way of speaking and writing and what this program does is it studies those patterns and can often attribute them to a specific writer.
So, we inputted the audio from all the hate videos, the transcripts of which are currently being cross-referenced with the whole Web and the dark Web, looking for phrasal and/or keyword matches.
Is that a good sound? That is a great sound; it means we got a hit.
Okay, see? There are two turns of phrases that repeat often in the videos.
"Tip of the spear" and "from sea to shining sea.
" Now, these same phrases appear intact in op-eds published in a Scottsdale, Arizona newspaper in the late '90s, early 2000s.
Now, this is a mainstream publication, so the odds are they wouldn't be overtly racist.
But writers tend to reveal themselves by their word choices and speech patterns.
So let's meet our author.
STEVE: Roger Barton.
Russell's old cellmate.
STEVE: Guess where we're going? You can't drive any faster than this, man? Step on it.
- Usually you ask me to drive slower.
- Well, not today.
Anything you want to talk about, buddy? What you trying to say, man? Back at HQ, you were watching those videos, - balling up your fists pretty good.
- Just drive, please.
Keep your eyes on the road.
Just drive.
All right.
(grunts) (groans) Commander McGarrett, to what do I owe this (choking) GROVER: Steve.
(groaning) Steve! (gags, coughs) Get up.
(grunts) Found those videos.
You wrote those speeches.
Where'd you send that minion of yours with that bomb? If I knew, maybe you could get it out of me, big fella.
Connor has chosen his own destination.
I guess your Wizard told you to smarten up since you got no swastika tattoos.
You're clean-cut, most of you are wearing suits now; it's getting harder and harder to pick you guys out in the world.
And in the joint.
It's no wonder he's been flying under the radar.
Halawa's an extremely diverse environment.
Wouldn't be the most welcome spot for a Neo-Nazi piece of trash like this.
No, no, no, no.
I'm not the trash.
I'm the one cleaning it up.
Do you feel me, dawg? (grunts) (both grunting) Yeah, come on.
As bad as I'd like to crack your head open against this windowsill like an egg, I need some information.
Now what is this lunatic gonna do next? Where is he taking that van?! Now, I-I expect this kind of savagery from him, but you, you're the real disappointment.
(stammering) I got to hear this, Lou.
Let him go.
I got to hear this, please.
Come on.
Instead of aligning yourself with your people, you've allowed yourself to become a stooge for the politically-correct Neo-Marxists who are trying to turn this country into a place where the worst possible crime is a white man speaking his mind.
Let's get one thing straight, all right? You are not my people.
My grandfather, he died defending this country from pricks just like you.
That's it and that's all.
I'm not taking this anymore.
You know what? I'm done talking.
I'm gonna throw you a beating you'll never forget.
Oh, no, no.
It's too late for that, now.
The reckoning has already begun.
(yelps) (lock buzzes, latch clicks) Hold on.
Commander McGarrett, found this in a stash spot.
My man.
I told you shaking down that cell would pay off.
Prison phone calls are recorded unless you got your own personal burner.
You were scared, huh? I was just messing with you, dawg.
STEVE: If you ain't gonna talk, I'm pretty sure this will.
JERRY: Commander, we got the SIM data you sent over from the burner.
- Running it now.
- STEVE: All right, guys.
I got Tani on the other line.
Call me when you got something.
(phone ringing) Yeah, we got a hit on the van.
We're on the way right now.
- Who called it in? - Witness said a guy matching Russell's description parked a red van and walked off.
Dropping you a pin now.
STEVE: Okay, I got it.
We're, like, 20 minutes out.
Call HPD, have them set up a perimeter.
- We'll see you there.
- Copy that.
- What's taking so long? - Captain says it's protocol for the robot to make first approach.
When? Next Thursday? I got movement in the van.
Screw it.
Tani? Tani! You gotta be kidding me.
Tani! Clear.
Connor Russell, get out of the van, now! Damn it, he's trying to throw us off.
Of course he kept the white driver alive.
That maniac stole my truck! All right, we got HPD and HDO looking for this new truck.
Please tell me you got something off the SIM that came out of Barton's burner.
Yep, four frequent contacts in addition to Connor Russell.
Yeah, and using those five numbers, we found a group chat on the shadowy app Tyrade, which is a go-to platform for white nationalists after they get kicked off of mainstream sites like Twitter - and Facebook Messenger.
- What were they chatting about? "The reckoning.
" Whatever that means.
Also found an encrypted video that Russell messaged to the entire group which has yet to post on their boards.
And he told his buddies that it was set to automatically post on a public forum - at 6:00 p.
- Okay, well, it's got to be some kind of announcement for after the bombing.
- You know? Like claiming credit? - Well, they are terrorists.
Well, I'm working to crack the encryption now.
(distorted): On behalf of United Aryan Division.
I'd like to begin with a message of thanks.
Thanks for having us in Honolulu.
In Seattle.
In Denver.
And in Virginia Beach.
Five cities.
They're detonating bombs coast-to-coast.
"Blood from sea to shining sea.
" And we're just getting started.
Come on, sweetie.
Let's go.
You too, Trevor.
STEVE: All right, these guys have got locations in five different cities-- which means thousands of potential victims-- - and it's going down any minute.
- Yeah, but the problem is, - we don't know where.
- GROVER: What about the chat? Do they name any targets in the chat? Scrolling back through it now.
There-- A link to a document called "Fireworks Shopping List.
" Open that.
This doc lists all five targets.
Honolulu's target is Wailele Community Center.
GROVER: There's got to be at least a couple hundred kids there.
Jerry, get FBI and local PDs to those other targets right now.
Do that right now.
Junior, call HPD.
Have 'em set up a perimeter - while we intercept the bomber.
Grover - Got it.
I'm gonna call the center.
I'm gonna have 'em start evac - from the back.
- All right, good.
Grover, Junior, you guys are with me.
Let's go.
Jerry, I want eyes on that place.
You understand? Dig into the security system.
Comm up.
Let me know what you see.
Copy that.
(indistinct chatter) (beeps) Guys, I got a van parked by the north entrance.
(beeping) Okay, we got movement.
It's Russell.
Repeat, suspect is on site.
Commander, we got a problem.
Looks like Russell's got a grip detonator.
STEVE: Give it to me! (grunting) Take the shot! I can't! (groans) Suspect is down.
Repeat, suspect is down.
Request bomb squad and immediate evac.
GROVER: Careful.
(sirens wailing) (tires screeching) Keep moving! Keep moving! GROVER: All right.
Well, it should only take 'em, I don't know, about 20 minutes to defuse the bomb.
So you can relax.
Well, don't relax.
Look, I've seen you play football, so, uh, don't go all butterfingers on us now.
We shall overcome Yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord We shall overcome Lord, sweet day We shall overcome One day We shall overcome One day (TV anchor speaks indistinctly) We shall overcome Some day Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everyone's headed down to the park.
What are you doing here? Every now and then, a brother needs his local.
Look, man, if you came down here for me to spill my guts, then you're gonna have to settle in, 'cause it's a long story.
Lord, one day June 1988.
One of my cousins was graduating from high school down in Belleville, Illinois, in Southern Illinois where most of my family's from.
And (inhales) I'm driving.
After about five or six hours, my stomach started growling, telling me I needed to put something in it.
So I took the first exit I could.
Entered a town called Elkhart, Illinois, and found a roadside little divey cafe or whatever.
Get myself something to eat.
Now, let me preface this by saying-- since you don't know about Elkhart, Illinois, I assume-- that it is the country.
And I'm talking country, country-ass country.
Like time warp country.
So, of course, when, uh, this face goes into that, uh, that little divey cafe, I get more than a few sideways looks from the two good ol' boys sitting at the bar.
Didn't bother me.
Nothing I hadn't seen before.
Just sat down, ordered my food, and started eating.
But, um, not long after I did, a couple walked in.
Black couple.
And, um to this day, I have no idea why them two redneck sons of bitches chose them instead of me, but they did.
Because as soon as they sat down-- and I mean as soon as they sat down, them two good ol' boys got off their stools and went right for 'em.
And one of them said something that I cannot repeat.
Moments like that happen man, and you know what's coming; hairs on your arms stand up, you get tense all over your whole body.
You feel your anger just welling up.
The blood rushes to your ears and it feels like somebody just set a damn match to them.
I heard those words and I immediately found a desire to join the conversation.
So I went over there.
And the three of us just went at it.
Like animals.
And what started on the inside of that place spilled into the outside, in the parking lot.
And them boys gave me an ass whupping and I gave them one, too.
But, uh, it was two of them.
So When the cops showed up, I am not ashamed to say that I was not upset.
I had my share of lumps and bruises and blood.
But the thing that stood out the most from that is breaking a finger.
Same finger right here.
So I showed up at my cousin's graduation looking like I had been in a hatchet fight and everybody had a hatchet but me.
Fingers taped together with a makeshift splint made out of Scotch tape that I picked up from a Shop 'n Save.
I'm really sorry you went through that, Lou.
I appreciate that, man.
I-I Funny enough, though, I don't really I don't really think about it as much here, you know? This place is-is certainly much different, and, um things like that don't happen.
I tell you, man, this damn this damn finger is the reason why I can never put it completely out of my mind.
Because an hour before it rains, and it this damn finger takes me right back to that nightmare.
I And it rains a lot on this island of yours.
I love you, man.
I love you right back.
I know a great Hawaiian man They made of stone, made of sand And as I watch him walk across The lonely beach I find myself surrounded in the sadness Of his eyes Commander McGarrett? Hey, Annie.
How you doing? I just wanted to say thank you.
For everything.
My parents signed the papers.
That's great news.
They may never change, but now my life will.
So thank you.
It's our pleasure.
Well, that's my cue.
You better get up there.
(exhales) Okay.
Don't cry, Annie.
Look to your left.
Now look to your right.
I guarantee in both directions you're seeing people who are here today because of what Luka did for them.
Now I want us to do something for him.
If you knew Luka in any way and he touched your life, I want you to take out your phone and turn on the flashlight and hold it up like this.
I want him to see us down here and see us saying, "Thank you, and we love you.
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