Aloha

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There was a time

I knew everything in the sky.

Every satellite...

...every constellation...

...souvenirs of space walks

and astronauts...

...and rockets launched by NASA

in the '60s.

As a kid,

I looked up and felt the future.

It belonged to me.

I know you've deceived me

Now here's a surprise N

Hey, hey, man, check this out.

Then 2008 happened.

Budgets crashed.

NASA was just another business

looking for cash.

The billionaires took over.

Satellite pirates with deep pockets,

drunk with the idea of ruling the world.

I left the military and took a job

with the biggest billionaire of them all.

Carson Welch.

I went to the gray side.

Messed up bad in Kabul, Afghanistan,

broke about 18 bones in two legs.

Lost my gig-

For a year, I waited for scraps...

...like a hungry cat

outside a seafood restaurant dumpster.

Finally, I got a crappy second chance.

- At least I was going back to Hawaii.

- Woody.

Just wanted to say hello

before we landed.

How you doing?

How's the contractor job going?

Miss the uniform?

Sometimes.

Heard you popped your balloons

in Afghanistan. Thought you were dead.

I'm excited about this gig.

I'm delivering a blessing

on a pedestrian gate.

Only in Hawaii, huh?

- Below the aloha exterior.

- Casablanca, baby.

Tracy's gonna flip out

when she sees you.

- Colonel Lacy?

- Yes, sir.

Are you aware

of the so-called Arrival myth?

- What's that?

- The calendars say...

...that this week is the return

of the playful Hawaiian god Lono...

...and he will wreak havoc in the sky

with the fire goddess Pele.

- Mitchell? Hey.

- Oh.

Sorry. Sorry.

He's a Hawaiian-myth buff.

Yeah, of course he is.

All right, Mitchell, be cool.

Relax and enjoy a bitching summer.

Make love not war, huh?

- Morning, captain.

- Morning, airman.

Good to go.

Well, sh*t. Looks like we're down

to dwindling resources, huh?

Colonel, I'm here to save you,

you great white obsolete whale.

After Kabul,

I'm surprised you can make a joke.

- Can I be honest? You look terrible.

- I've missed your psychotic hands.

Good times. When's the last time

we worked together?

- Silent Reaper?

- Jesus. Silent Reaper?

Yeah. It's been a while.

- How's your life?

- I got no life. You're my life, Fingers.

"Colonel."

Nobody calls me Fingers anymore.

I'm a big old deal around here.

Got my name on the wall.

I'm so powerful,

I'm erect just thinking about it.

Present arms!

Of course, the old ex-girlfriend.

Pause for the memories.

She handles all these ceremonies

around here now.

All right, Gilcrest, I want to introduce you

to your Air Force liaison. A fast burner.

F-22 pilot on loan to Space Command

for "career broadening." Yep.

Decorated two years ahead of schedule.

General Dixon's favorite.

Meet your watchdog.

Heh. Enjoy.)'-

Captain Allison Ng, sir.

I know you have a meeting.

I'll take us on a flyby of the island.

I'd like to take you

through how this is gonna work.

Hey! I refuse to talk to you.

Well, you just broke that promise.

Are you okay?

So good. Super, super good.

Woody never told me

you were coming.

- He never tells me anything.

- Sir, if I may?

- He talked to me.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Because you're not married to him.

Hey, I called you five times last year.

- I was worried about you.

- You still in Forensics?

I'm head of the department.

I make my own hours.

Will you stop getting more beautiful?

Heh.

An awkward silence lasts four seconds.

I'll end this in three.

Sir? If I may?

- You've gotta meet my kids.

- Yeah.

I'll be right back, captain.

Don't get lost now.

Never. Sir.

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