Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 11 - Kahu - full transcript
The team helps find a boy's father, and discovers that his disappearance is related to moonshiners and a reclusive bank robber.
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Is something on your mind?
Okay, remember when you said
we'd go someplace special
before my leave ends?
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Well... was this the special
place that you had in mind?
Yeah.
Why?
No reason. No, it's great.
It's great.
It's great.
I just wanted to make sure.
Just... Yeah.
Well, obviously you had
some other place in mind?
Okay, well, if you
want me to be honest,
I didn't think that
we would be eating breakfast
out of a box in a parking lot.
Well, I think you're missing
the bigger picture here.
Am I? Yeah?
Yeah.
Uh-huh. I mean,
we're alone, right?
Yes.
We're alone, right?
Mm-hmm.
We're alone in the car.
And eating in the car is part
of the whole retro drive-in
experience
with a Polynesian twist, of course.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, look, I love Rainbow.
All I'm saying is that sometimes
a table.
Waiters, too. Maybe even
a, a romantic setting.
So...
How is this not romantic?
We have great food...
(loud rock plays)
We got romantic music...
First off...
(turns radio off)
'80s hair bands is not romantic.
And second...
we're being carjacked.
Yo, keys and wallet--
hand 'em over!
Okay, just hang on a sec.
Is a picnic romantic?
Yes!
Hey, haole, you deaf?!
There's no waiters at a picnic.
How is this any different
to a picnic?
Okay, Steve? What?
Crazy guy with a gun.
Give me the money or your
lady's gonna watch you bleed!
You sure you want to do this?
All right.
Help! Please help me!
This dude's crazy!
Looks like somebody made
Santa's naughty list.
This genius tried
to carjack me.
You sure picked the wrong car,
brother.
Crazy man ripped out
my nose ring!
Make sure you put
that in evidence.
Absolutely.
Let me take this trash
off your hands.
Thanks, brother.
Hey, Duke.
Who's the kid?
LUKELA:
I'm not sure.
All I heard is
he's a hothead.
Needed some time
to cool off.
Come on, brother.
You know, a bobby pin
works better.
You got one I could borrow?
Nah, I'm fresh out.
What's your name?
Ethan Awana.
So, uh... what are
you in for, Ethan?
See that broken window?
Yes.
You do that?
Yeah.
Any reason in particular?
Only way I could get someone
to pay attention to me.
You got my attention.
You want to tell me
what's going on?
It's my dad.
What about him?
He didn't come home last night
and he's not answering his cell.
He wouldn't just leave me.
It's Christmas Eve.
Okay.
What's your dad's name?
Bruce Awana.
I think something bad
happened to him.
How bad?
Really bad.
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x11 ♪
Kahu (Guardian)
Original Air Date on December 17, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
KAMEKONA: Testing, one, two,
three, testing...
DANNY:
Testing what, okay?
It's not even in my ear yet,
okay? Please?
This is so ridiculous.
This whole thing is so stupid.
I can't believe
I'm doing this.
Blame it on
the Jets, brah.
Fumbling away the game
at the last possession.
All right, let me explain
something to you, all right?
The refs blew the call.
It goes down in the books
as a loss
and you owe me a favor.
A favor,
like helping somebody
move a couch.
That's a favor.
Not going to buy a helicopter
wearing a wire.
It's gonna be a walk
in the park, man.
Check these out.
Sweet, huh?
Yeah, they're sweet.
I've reviewed all
the maintenance
and the flight log,
all this needs
is a little
cosmetic work
and my brand-new logo.
Man!
This is your brand-new logo?
Yep, you like it?
No, I don't like it.
'Cause it's the same
logo, only this time
you're wearing a yarmulke.
For your information,
it's a propeller beanie.
Oh...
And it's all about
maintaining your brand identity
across multiple
business platforms.
But what do you know?
You're just a cop.
All I need you to do
is bring the price
of the chopper down
to 170 grand.
Me?
Mm-hmm.
Your plan makes zero sense.
Why me?
Because the seller's a white guy
and you haoles speak
all the same language.
You mean English?
Yeah.
KAMEKONA:
Salesman at six o'clock.
Aloha! Name's
Freddy Schumaker.
My friends call me
"Fast Freddy,"
'cause I got a need for speed,
if you know what I mean.
All right, Fast Freddy,
Danny Williams.
My friends just
call me "Danny""
Danny?
Yeah.
I'm not going to beat
around the bush.
You got good taste.
Otherwise, you would
not be standing
in front of one of
the most magnificent
flying machines
ever built.
And by the look
on your face,
you got questions.
So fire away.
Ask him about the rodah.
What about the "rodah?"
Rodah... Oh,
the rotor!
DANNY: Yeah.
FREDDY: The rotor.
This here is your standard
semi-rigid main rotor
with, uh, three
blades, Danny.
What else can
I tell you 'bout?
Ask him if there's any
transmitting problems
with the cyclic pitch input?
Any, uh... how's it turn?
Does it turn good?
No, don't ask him that, brah!
Excuse me?
This guy, man...
DANNY: All right, look,
I'm gonna level with you.
My friend sent me in here
because he wanted to make a deal.
He was afraid you were
gonna rip him off.
FREDDY:
Seriously?
Let's cut the crap.
What's your best price?
For a friend of yours?
Uh-huh.
Because I'm in
a generous mood...
$200,000.
Wait, wait...
do you hear that?
Hear what?
That's sleigh bells.
Oh.
Old Longbeard's giving me
the thumbs up to close
this deal right now.
So I'm gonna give you
a Christmas special, Danny.
I'm gonna drop it to 180K
if he pays cash.
That's not gonna work, either.
Well, that's too bad.
You'll have to tell
your friend tough luck.
And that's a shame, too,
Oh, man.
because he must be
pretty desperate
to send a guy in
(laughing): who doesn't know a damn thing
about helicopters.
Yeah, yeah, it's true.
I don't know anything
about helicopters.
But being a law
enforcement officer,
see, I do know a thing or two
about tax evasion.
So what do you say, uh,
make it an even 170
and I will forget that the whole
"dropping the price for cash"
conversation ever happened.
What do you think?
Deal.
Deal.
All right.
Yes!
(feedback squeals)
Hey!
KAMEKONA:
Yeah, baby!
Yeah!
What about your mom, Ethan?
She's dead.
Got sick when
I was three.
Well, don't get
all choked up about it.
We do okay.
So there's no family
on the island
you can stay with?
Maybe an aunt
or an uncle?
No.
Has your dad got
a girlfriend, buddy?
Maybe he's
dating someone?
No.
Where's your dad like
to hang out after work?
Does he drink,
maybe go to a bar?
ETHAN: Look, I know what
you guys are thinking.
That my dad's a drunk
or something...
or that he ran off
with some girl,
but, nah, that ain't him.
He takes care of me.
There's no aunts,
no uncles, nobody.
It's just him
and me.
ETHAN:
This is it.
This is my dad's store.
Stay in the truck.
Something's wrong!
No.
CATHERINE:
Nothing's wrong.
You're lying to me!
Ethan! Stay in the car!
Ethan!
Okay, listen, I need
you and Chin to get up
to this general store in Ka'a'awa.
ETHAN: Dad?
Ethan, wait!
Dad! Dad?
Is that my dad's blood?
Is it? What happened to him?
I don't know.
STEVE:
I'll be in in a second.
What did they say?
Did they find my dad?
Not yet, but we're not
jumping to conclusions.
I know what I saw.
It was blood.
Ethan,
any number of things
could have happened
in there, okay?
I want to help you guys
find my dad.
(sighs)
Okay, I'll tell you what...
I'm recruiting you as a member
of the Five-O task force--
just until we
close this case.
All right.
Where do we start?
We start with
a full debrief.
I want to know everything you
can tell me about your father,
okay? First I'm
gonna find somebody
who can take you home.
You're gonna pack
a bag, come
stay with us until
we find your dad.
And I can take him over there.
I still have two days of leave.
Okay, perfect.
I know what you
guys are doing.
What are we doing?
You just want me
out of the way.
That's not true, pal.
Right now, you're our best
source of information.
Now wait here
a second.
Okay.
This makes it official.
Now, all you
got to do
is hit this, then tap
the Five-O tile
to get a direct line
to me and my team.
So it's like the bat signal.
Yeah.
That is what it is like.
It's like the bat signal
and as soon as we know
something about your dad,
you're our first call.
Let's move.
I like this kid.
Course you do.
He's you at 13.
HPD has not found
any witnesses.
Yeah, no kidding.
This part of the island
no one talks to cops.
Crime techs recovered
a .12 gauge shotgun
from behind that row
of canned goods there.
Was the shotgun registered?
No, of course not. Sending it
to the lab for processing.
I'm thinking that weapon
will be consistent
with this spatter.
Okay, the shooter,
he takes a shot,
dumps the gun, takes off.
The victim, well, he's alive,
so maybe he goes
and tries to get help?
Well, maybe.
Here's the part I don't get.
Check it out.
Drag marks?
Yeah.
All right, so either our shooter
or somebody, uh,
takes our victim out of here.
General store,
remote location,
makes you think this could be
a robbery gone bad, right?
Then there's this.
A-ha.
Why take the body
and leave the cash?
I miss you, too, monkey,
very much.
Listen,
I got good news.
I am gonna keep all the presents
that Santa brings you
and you can have them
when you come home, okay?
All right, I love you, too.
Bye.
She did this on purpose.
I swear she did it on purpose.
Rachel-- she picks this week
to go visit Stan in Vegas,
and me like an idiot,
I say, "Yeah,
you can take Grace with you."
Why would you do that?
I don't know why
I did that.
Like I said, I'm an idiot.
Maybe I though that
a little goodwill
would go a long way in
this upcoming custody hearing.
This will be the first Christmas
that I have not spent
with Grace.
I am not okay with it.
When is she coming back?
Not soon enough.
You're coming to my house.
Mom's making Christmas dinner.
Well, she's unpacking it
and reheating it.
All right, um,
I appreciate it very much,
but I do have plans.
You have plans?
Yes, I have plans.
What did I just say?
You said you have plans.
I do.
Sitting on the couch
with a pizza watching
Miracle on 34th Street--
that's not plans.
Oh, oh,
but Christmas with the McGarretts is
something you can't miss.
That's right.
Yeah, I'm just curious.
What do you guys do?
You give out subscriptions
to Guns & Ammo,
huh?
Grenades as stocking stuffers?
Catherine's gonna be there, too,
Danny.
I'm gonna save
a place for you
at that table; it's a done deal.
(phone rings)
Okay, as your friend.
I'll try not to kill myself.
Kono?
The lab got a hit off a print
pulled from the shotgun.
The print matches a guy
named Moku Bradford.
He's got priors.
He did an 18-month bid
for aggravated assault.
DANNY:
Sounds like the kind of guy
who would have
an unregistered shotgun.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
That look like
blood to you?
DANNY:
Yeah, what do you think?
I think
we're in the right place.
(rustling)
Hey, hey, hey, hold it
right there. Moku Bradford,
drop the shovel right now.
He's got blood
on him, Steve.
Okay, look, we got people
searching the jungle right now.
Eventually, they are going
to find that body.
You cooperate with us now,
small chance you won't spend
the rest of your life in prison.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
STEVE: Really? You come walking
out of the forest
covered in blood;
you're carrying a shovel.
All right,
it's pretty obvious
you just buried the guy
you shot last night.
Hold up.
You think I shot someone?
No, no,
we don't think.
We're pretty positive.
We got your prints
all over the shotgun
we found
in Bruce Awana's store.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, guys.
Did something happen to Bruce?
CHIN:
Hey, guys, over here.
Here, give me that.
Call Steve.
Tell him I think
we found the body.
(speaks Hawaiian)
Why didn't you tell me
you had an imu dug out there.
A what?
I'm sorry. What's an imu?
It's an underground pit
used to slow-roast a pig.
Okay, all right, uh,
hold on a second.
You're making kalua pig?
That's what you're hiding?
That's pig juice and stuff
you got on your face?
(blows)
Yeah.
(chuckles)
Look, man, I've been
sent up for hunting
without a license before.
I can't afford
no more fines.
All right, what about Bruce?
You know anything
about his disappearance?
I don't know nothing about that.
Bruce is my friend, okay?
I work for the dude.
STEVE: How do you
explain your prints
all over Remington shotgun
that we found in his store?
Look, that piece
belongs to Bruce.
Okay, but...
but I'm not saying I never
checked it out a few times.
Why would Bruce
need a gun?
This isn't
a high-crime area.
Would he have any reason
to fear for his safety?
I don't know.
I figured Bruce
had his reasons.
But that's his business,
not mine.
I'm sorry about
the pig juice, brah.
ETHAN:
So, what are you guys,
like, boyfriend
and girlfriend?
I guess you could say that.
How come
you're not married?
You sound like my mother.
Coming in.
Whoa.
Whoa, there, cowboy.
That's a lot of BBs there.
Yeah, well, your boyfriend
said I could help.
Yes, but... not like this.
Okay.
Where are your clothes?
Over there.
Oh, we're gonna need a suitcase.
There's one in the basement,
but I'm good
with just a shopping bag.
A shopping bag? I think we can
do better than a shopping bag.
Where's the basement?
What are you waiting for?
Oh, um...
I mean, I can't go down there.
I hurt my knee playing soccer.
So...
Yeah, I'll just use
a shopping bag.
Yeah, you know what?
Um, I don't trust
these stairs anyway.
They look a little old to me.
So maybe it's better
you just stay up here.
Yeah.
Cool.
It should be
on your left.
Did you find
a suitcase yet?
Uh, Ethan, would you mind
finding me a flashlight?
It's pretty dark
down here.
CATHERINE: Steve, there must be,
like, 20, 30,000 here.
I mean, it's just stashed
in the suitcase.
Guy with a general store
on a remote part of the island--
no way he's coming up
with that kind of cash.
Maybe Bruce got himself
wrapped up in something dirty.
And maybe that something
got him killed.
Cath, looks like
Kono's got a lead.
I'll call you back.
All right, so I got
this security footage
from a local hospital
after checking to see
if they had
any gunshot victims
that were admitted recently.
Okay.
Last night, there was
an anonymous drop-off
at the emergency room.
There.
That's our
gunshot victim.
That's not Bruce Awana.
No, but his DNA sample
matches the blood found
at the general store.
Okay, who is he?
He's a John Doe
that died during surgery.
A-ha, so a mystery
on top of a mystery.
All right, what
about the driver?
He never turns around,
so there's no way
to ID him.
This is fun so far.
You having fun?
KONO: There's more.
When I ran the plates, guess
whose name is on the pink slip.
Bruce Awana.
Okay, so looks
like Bruce is not
"Father of the Year" after all.
STEVE:
No.
More like our primary suspect.
Gentlemen, even with your
rudimentary understanding
of pathology, you can
probably tell by the condition
of the body
that the COD
was a shotgun blast.
DANNY: Okay, let's
just put aside
your lack of social skills
for one second.
How are we gonna
ID this guy?
His prints and DNA
are not in the system.
Kidneys.
Okay, I'll bite.
What are those crystals?
Indeed. Oxalate crystals
to be exact.
They were taken
from the right kidney.
DANNY:
Okay, is that it?
Should we expect a further
long-winded explanation?
Antifreeze poisoning.
What?
I was foregoing your
"long-winded explanation."
Okay, so crystals formulate
in the kidneys
when antifreeze is ingested.
So, what, this guy
was shot and poisoned?
That is my bottom line.
Additionally...
Ah-ah-ah. See?
"Additionally""
I knew it.
The term "short and sweet" is
a meaningless phrase to you,
obviously,
but continue.
As I was saying,
I was able to retrieve
some residue
from beneath
the victim's fingernails,
and was later able
to identify them as ti leaves.
Chamomile or Earl Grey?
Neither, because they're
from the ti plant.
They are indigenous
to Hawaii
and are traditionally utilized
to make ceremonial leis, capes,
and sometimes even
cooking utensils.
I think I have an idea
of what's going on here.
Really?
Yeah. I think this guy
was sampling his own product.
What was that, radiator fluid?
No. Moonshine.
♪
(rooster crows)
Okay, I see an albino kid
playing the banjo,
we're out of here, okay?
(door opens)
Hey!
Hey, Uncle.
What you thinking, bringing
da kine cop to this place?
Uncle, I'm a cop.
Yeah, but
you're family.
How many, uh, uncles
you got, buddy?
Uncle Choi.
Hi.
Danny Williams.
Eh, don't, don't...
it's fine.
I been making okolehao
since Chin was in diapers.
That's Hawaiian
for white lightning.
Old family recipe.
Very popular
around the holidays.
The key
is in root
of ti leaf.
That-that's good.
Sounds delicious.
Actually, it is, but it's not
for the weak of heart.
Uncle,
we're here because
we're working a homicide
of a suspected bootlegger.
We found antifreeze
in his system,
and I heard that sometimes
these guys use
radiators as stills.
Is that true?
Mm. Amateur move.
Bathtub cook.
Those guys only care about...
making a dollar.
On the house.
Merry Christmas.
No,
thank you-- um, I like eggnog
this time of year,
and, uh, voluntarily
burning a hole
in my stomach
is not on my bucket list,
this year, anyway.
CHIN: Okay, we're
on duty,
so maybe next time.
But there is
one more thing.
Do you happen
to know this guy?
Mm...
Sorry.
I don't mix with the lowlifes
that sell bad hooch.
I know where you
can get it, though,
if you're that desperate.
Yeah, where-where is that?
Word is
there's a general store
out in Ka'a'awa.
Oh.
Okay.
All right.
Thank you, Uncle.
Go easy.
(exhales)
All right, Bruce is selling
moonshine out of his store.
Yeah. Maybe he was in business
with our John Doe,
they got into a beef
and the deal goes south.
Right, and Bruce
shoots Mr. Doe,
does an ER body dump,
takes off.
Okay. It's a good theory.
Now we just got to prove it.
STEVE:
How's he holding up?
CATHERINE: Uh, well, he hasn't
thrown anything
through a window
yet, so...
All right, just say it.
We, uh... we still need
an ID on the vic,
and as it stands,
Ethan's our best chance
of getting one.
And what makes you think
he knows who our victim is?
His dad
had a side business hustling
moonshine out the back door.
Okay, maybe Ethan
can recognize
one of his dad's
business partners,
and if he can, maybe we can get
a lead on Bruce's whereabouts.
Wait. Just think about this
for a second, Steve.
You want Ethan
to possibly implicate
his own father
in a crime.
Or you could look at it
as Ethan helping us
ID a murder vic.
And next you'll want him
to testify.
That's a possibility, yeah.
But he'd have to live with that
for the rest of his life.
What's the alternative, Cath?
I don't like this
any more than you do,
but if this kid's dad
is involved,
he's gonna find out
sooner or later, okay?
And what are we supposed to do,
keep lying to the kid?
(sighs)
Okay, I'll-I'll do it.
Just... let me talk to him.
Okay. You sure?
Yeah, yeah. Um,
just give us some space, okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
Ethan?
You guys were
talking about me,
weren't you?
You want a juice or something?
Uh, we got a machine
in the hallway-- my treat.
You don't have
to bribe me.
Just... say what
you're gonna say.
Okay.
We need your help.
Okay? I need
you to tell me
if you recognize this man
from your dad's store.
That man's dead, isn't he?
(softly):
Yeah.
He was the one
killed at the store.
Does he look familiar?
Do you think my dad did it?
We don't know.
(crying quietly)
(sobbing)
Okay.
I'm really sorry, Ethan.
(continues sobbing)
My dad wouldn't do that.
(sniffles)
He wouldn't.
I believe you.
I believe you.
(sniffling)
(sighs, sniffles)
Can I still have a juice?
Absolutely.
I like orange.
Orange? All right.
Orange it is.
I'll be right
back, okay?
Ethan?
Damn it!
CATHERINE:
Ethan!
(fire alarm blaring)
CATHERINE: Ethan! Stop!
ETHAN: Stop right here.
This is it.
Keep it.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, what are
you doing, huh?
Pull-the-fire-alarm- and-escape trick?
You think I don't know that?
You said you were
gonna help me.
I am helping you.
We are.
Help me put my dad in jail?
How'd you find me anyway?
DANNY: We traced the phone
that Steve gave you.
Listen to me, Ethan.
It's your dad that we're
talking about here--
I totally get that-- but
what we're trying to do,
we're trying to
get to the truth.
I know it can be painful...
But he wouldn't hurt anyone.
Nobody.
Not unless they
tried to hurt him.
Or me.
Now, that's the truth.
CATHERINE:
So help us prove that.
Do you know this guy or not?
I've seen him
before, but...
I don't know his name.
He hangs out with the guy
who lives here,
Darrin Hodge.
Who's Darrin Hodge?
Really bad guy.
My dad warned me
to stay away from him.
Why?
Darrin and a few
of his friends came into
my dad's store to talk to him.
They started arguing.
So my dad pulled
a shotgun on them,
and told them
to get the hell out.
Do you remember what
the argument was about?
All right, Ethan, thank you.
You've been a big help.
Danny and I-- we're gonna
check this place out.
Nope.
I'm coming with you.
You're not coming with us.
Why not?
You know why not.
The safest place
for you to be right now
is anywhere but here.
Then I want to go home.
Got him.
Okay, fine.
If we find your dad in here,
we'll take him to you.
Deal.
Deal?
Beat it.
(door creaking)
Steve, over here!
Hey, hey, hey.
Put the gun down.
Moku, put
your gun down.
Relax.
Relax, Moku.
Put the gun down.
You don't want to do this,
buddy. Put the gun down.
Put it down.
Put it down.
Where's Bruce?
You killed one of
Darrin Hodge's crew,
and you were
covering your tracks.
No, man, I didn't
kill nobody!
DANNY: But you did just break in
to Darrin Hodge's place, right?
Just so I know
so I'm not losing my mind.
No!
No?
No?
No. I-I mean...
yes, okay?
But... it's not what you think.
Let me tell you what
I think-- we should forget the
whole "jury of your peers" thing,
and dump your funky ass
in an active volcano someplace.
Look, man...
I know Darrin Hodge. Okay?
He's my moonshine supplier.
He's your moonshine supplier?
That's right.
So you, you were the one
selling moonshine
out of the general store,
not Bruce Awana.
Yeah.
I never should've opened
my mouth to Darrin
about those deliveries.
What deliveries?
It was Bruce's thing, man.
He'd make these
monthly deliveries
to some guy who paid him
a ton of cash up front.
What guy?
Some weird,
secretive dude, man!
H-He was a recluse,
like, uh, what's his name?
Howard Hughes.
When Darrin found out
about this guy
and the cash
he was paying Bruce,
I guess he just figured there
was more where that came from.
Okay...
so... you and Darrin
put a crew together
to roll this guy; you guys
were in on it together...
No.
No, okay, I didn't want
no part of that.
Like I said, man,
Bruce is good peoples.
He threw me a lifeline
when nobody else would.
So when you heard that Darrin
might've killed Bruce,
you went to the ranch looking
for him-- with a shotgun.
That's how we do things
on this part of the island, man.
We take care of our own.
That's very nice.
Who's this reclusive guy?
What's his name?
What's his address? Where is he?
I'd tell you
if I knew, man, but...
Bruce kept these things
to himself.
So, Darrin and his
crew needed Bruce
to lead them to
Mr. Secret Moneybags.
They get to the general store,
try to take him by force, right?
Bruce resists.
There's a struggle.
One of Darrin's crew
gets shot, okay?
I'm thinking,
we find this recluse,
good chance we find out
what happened to Bruce.
Hey, maybe this'll help.
Remember all the money
that Catherine found in
the basement of Bruce's house?
Yeah.
Well, HPD ran
the serial numbers,
and they traced the bills back
to a five-year-old
Chicago bank job.
So there's the robber:
his name is Stuart Rizzi.
He locked all the employees
in the vault,
and walked out
with two mill in cash.
So Rizzi's the recluse.
He's been using Bruce
to send him supplies
while he lays low.
He was paying him with the money
from the bank heist.
Yeah, it's like his
own personal Amazon.
STEVE: All right, Kono,
see if you can pull up a list
of all Ka'a'awa
real estate transactions
made in the last five years.
Easy.
I need the ones paid in cash.
(beeping)
KONO:
All right.
Three purchases.
Rizzi's not gonna use
his real name,
that's obvious,
so I'll cross-check
the buyers
with their DMV photos.
Bingo. That's our man.
That's Rizzi.
KONO: Okay, so,
he bought the property
under an alias.
And not just any property
but a five-acre compound
in the middle of the valley.
Let's go.
I thought I knew every inch
of this island.
Can't even see this place
from the air.
Hey, it's Bruce
Awana's car.
Someone ran a bypass
on the electronic gate.
Compound's
been breached.
He could still
be in there.
STEVE:
Chin,
cover the house.
This isn't Bruce. Or Rizzi.
Darrin Hodge.
The other guy must be
one of his crew.
Safe to say
they didn't make it out
with the money
they came for, huh?
Let's move.
Clear.
Maybe Rizzi
got the jump on Darrin
and his boy
and fled with Bruce.
Sounds about right.
But fled where?
I will raise you
two candy canes...
and a mint.
I will see
your two candy canes...
and your mint.
What do you got?
It's your call.
Pair of nines.
Three kings.
Nice!
(chuckling)
(door unlocking)
Dad!
Ethan. Ethan, stay back!
ETHAN:
Let go of my dad!
BRUCE:
Everything's gonna be
okay, Ethan.
Merry Christmas.
My kid's got nothing
to do with this.
Leave him out of it.
Why would
I do that, Bruce?
We're all family here,
aren't we?
I mean, I trusted you.
That is, until you
shot your big mouth off
about me to your pals.
I didn't say anything.
You wanted privacy;
I gave it to you.
I didn't even know who
you really were until today.
RIZZI: I'd like to
believe you, Bruce.
I really would.
But I don't.
You probably
told them that I was
worth a small fortune
and I was easy pickings.
No,
hey, I didn't. I swear.
Look, I'm gonna make
this real plain
and simple for you.
You're gonna give me
all the money
I gave you,
whatever's left of it.
Dad!
It's all right, Ethan.
Nothing's gonna happen.
I'm gonna give
this man his money
and we'll never have
to see him again.
I like the sound of that.
Now where the hell's
the cash?
Okay, it's over here.
In the basement.
In the basement.
Let's go to the basement.
All right. Easy.
(phone vibrating)
(sighs)
Catherine's not answering.
She's at the house with the kid.
I don't like it, Danny.
What if Rizzi showed up?
Hold on.
Let's just think
for a second, okay?
If Rizzi is going on the run,
he knows he needs
some cash.
Right.
We're all over
his house, so he's got
to go someplace else.
He's gonna go to Bruce
for whatever scraps he has left.
Yeah, but that money is sitting
on a shelf
in an HPD
evidence room.
Rizzi doesn't know that.
Uh-uh.
The kid goes down.
I'm keeping
an eye on you.
No, let-let me go.
It'll only take a second.
Get down the damn steps, kid!
Dad. I got this.
It's okay.
Give me that.
What the hell is this?!
I-It's supposed to be in there.
(grunts)
ETHAN: Dad!
BRUCE (grunts): I'm all right, Ethan.
It's okay.
(smoke detector beeping)
Who the hell else is here?
What? I-I... No one!
(grunts)
You move
and I'll kill both of you.
(smoke detector beeping)
(phone vibrating)
(grunts)
(grunting)
(Rizzi shouts)
(sirens wail,
tires screech outside)
Ethan. You okay?
I'm good, but...
how's my dad?
He's all right.
How'd you like that timing?
A little slow.
I got it under control.
She's right.
BRUCE:
I'm really sorry.
ETHAN:
I love you, Dad.
BRUCE:
I love you, too.
Hey, um...
I'll be right back.
I just want to...
talk to them for a second.
What's up, buddy?
I just wanted to say thanks.
You guys are pretty good.
You're not too bad
yourself, buddy.
Hey, Ethan.
I'll tell you what.
In about ten years when you're
tired of breaking hearts,
give me a call-- we'll save
a spot for you on Five-O.
I'll think about it.
Merry Christmas.
(chuckling)
Oh, so the kid's
a smart-ass.
Well, takes one
to know one, so...
♪
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
Ho ho ho!
Mele Kalikimaka.
Ah, yes,
the customary ritual
of gift-giving
originating
from the Roman
celebration of Saturnalia...
Why can't you just say mahalo
like everybody else?
Mahalo.
KAMEKONA: All right!
Where's the big kahuna?
I want to give him his present.
Oh, he said he was gonna be
a few minutes late.
CHIN:
One free...
helicopter tour.
One free tour plus a guest.
Thanks, Kamekona.
DANNY: Very nice of you.
DANNY: I'm gonna have to
respectfully decline.
I'll give mine
to Chin because
I'm pretty sure with you
driving that thing,
it's gonna end up in somebody's
front lawn.
(chuckling)
I think I'll ask Sabrina
to accompany me on
the inaugural flight.
Yeah? Mile High Club, buddy?
2.8 miles to be exact.
15,000 feet is
the maximum altitude
for a commercial helicopter.
(others chuckling)
What?
KAMEKONA: You can all redeem
your tickets as soon as I get
my pilot's license.
Wait, wait, wait.
You bought a helicopter
and you don't have
your license yet?
Technicality, sista.
(others chuckling)
Oh, there he is.
007 in the house.
Ooh, yeah. Hello.
That's a rental, for sure.
He's gonna need a bib.
Looks smooth though.
(all chuckling)
Wh-What are you doing?
What is...
(chuckles)
Whoo!
I'm taking you to dinner.
(others chuckling, clapping)
All right.
♪
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Is something on your mind?
Okay, remember when you said
we'd go someplace special
before my leave ends?
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Well... was this the special
place that you had in mind?
Yeah.
Why?
No reason. No, it's great.
It's great.
It's great.
I just wanted to make sure.
Just... Yeah.
Well, obviously you had
some other place in mind?
Okay, well, if you
want me to be honest,
I didn't think that
we would be eating breakfast
out of a box in a parking lot.
Well, I think you're missing
the bigger picture here.
Am I? Yeah?
Yeah.
Uh-huh. I mean,
we're alone, right?
Yes.
We're alone, right?
Mm-hmm.
We're alone in the car.
And eating in the car is part
of the whole retro drive-in
experience
with a Polynesian twist, of course.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, look, I love Rainbow.
All I'm saying is that sometimes
a table.
Waiters, too. Maybe even
a, a romantic setting.
So...
How is this not romantic?
We have great food...
(loud rock plays)
We got romantic music...
First off...
(turns radio off)
'80s hair bands is not romantic.
And second...
we're being carjacked.
Yo, keys and wallet--
hand 'em over!
Okay, just hang on a sec.
Is a picnic romantic?
Yes!
Hey, haole, you deaf?!
There's no waiters at a picnic.
How is this any different
to a picnic?
Okay, Steve? What?
Crazy guy with a gun.
Give me the money or your
lady's gonna watch you bleed!
You sure you want to do this?
All right.
Help! Please help me!
This dude's crazy!
Looks like somebody made
Santa's naughty list.
This genius tried
to carjack me.
You sure picked the wrong car,
brother.
Crazy man ripped out
my nose ring!
Make sure you put
that in evidence.
Absolutely.
Let me take this trash
off your hands.
Thanks, brother.
Hey, Duke.
Who's the kid?
LUKELA:
I'm not sure.
All I heard is
he's a hothead.
Needed some time
to cool off.
Come on, brother.
You know, a bobby pin
works better.
You got one I could borrow?
Nah, I'm fresh out.
What's your name?
Ethan Awana.
So, uh... what are
you in for, Ethan?
See that broken window?
Yes.
You do that?
Yeah.
Any reason in particular?
Only way I could get someone
to pay attention to me.
You got my attention.
You want to tell me
what's going on?
It's my dad.
What about him?
He didn't come home last night
and he's not answering his cell.
He wouldn't just leave me.
It's Christmas Eve.
Okay.
What's your dad's name?
Bruce Awana.
I think something bad
happened to him.
How bad?
Really bad.
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x11 ♪
Kahu (Guardian)
Original Air Date on December 17, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
KAMEKONA: Testing, one, two,
three, testing...
DANNY:
Testing what, okay?
It's not even in my ear yet,
okay? Please?
This is so ridiculous.
This whole thing is so stupid.
I can't believe
I'm doing this.
Blame it on
the Jets, brah.
Fumbling away the game
at the last possession.
All right, let me explain
something to you, all right?
The refs blew the call.
It goes down in the books
as a loss
and you owe me a favor.
A favor,
like helping somebody
move a couch.
That's a favor.
Not going to buy a helicopter
wearing a wire.
It's gonna be a walk
in the park, man.
Check these out.
Sweet, huh?
Yeah, they're sweet.
I've reviewed all
the maintenance
and the flight log,
all this needs
is a little
cosmetic work
and my brand-new logo.
Man!
This is your brand-new logo?
Yep, you like it?
No, I don't like it.
'Cause it's the same
logo, only this time
you're wearing a yarmulke.
For your information,
it's a propeller beanie.
Oh...
And it's all about
maintaining your brand identity
across multiple
business platforms.
But what do you know?
You're just a cop.
All I need you to do
is bring the price
of the chopper down
to 170 grand.
Me?
Mm-hmm.
Your plan makes zero sense.
Why me?
Because the seller's a white guy
and you haoles speak
all the same language.
You mean English?
Yeah.
KAMEKONA:
Salesman at six o'clock.
Aloha! Name's
Freddy Schumaker.
My friends call me
"Fast Freddy,"
'cause I got a need for speed,
if you know what I mean.
All right, Fast Freddy,
Danny Williams.
My friends just
call me "Danny""
Danny?
Yeah.
I'm not going to beat
around the bush.
You got good taste.
Otherwise, you would
not be standing
in front of one of
the most magnificent
flying machines
ever built.
And by the look
on your face,
you got questions.
So fire away.
Ask him about the rodah.
What about the "rodah?"
Rodah... Oh,
the rotor!
DANNY: Yeah.
FREDDY: The rotor.
This here is your standard
semi-rigid main rotor
with, uh, three
blades, Danny.
What else can
I tell you 'bout?
Ask him if there's any
transmitting problems
with the cyclic pitch input?
Any, uh... how's it turn?
Does it turn good?
No, don't ask him that, brah!
Excuse me?
This guy, man...
DANNY: All right, look,
I'm gonna level with you.
My friend sent me in here
because he wanted to make a deal.
He was afraid you were
gonna rip him off.
FREDDY:
Seriously?
Let's cut the crap.
What's your best price?
For a friend of yours?
Uh-huh.
Because I'm in
a generous mood...
$200,000.
Wait, wait...
do you hear that?
Hear what?
That's sleigh bells.
Oh.
Old Longbeard's giving me
the thumbs up to close
this deal right now.
So I'm gonna give you
a Christmas special, Danny.
I'm gonna drop it to 180K
if he pays cash.
That's not gonna work, either.
Well, that's too bad.
You'll have to tell
your friend tough luck.
And that's a shame, too,
Oh, man.
because he must be
pretty desperate
to send a guy in
(laughing): who doesn't know a damn thing
about helicopters.
Yeah, yeah, it's true.
I don't know anything
about helicopters.
But being a law
enforcement officer,
see, I do know a thing or two
about tax evasion.
So what do you say, uh,
make it an even 170
and I will forget that the whole
"dropping the price for cash"
conversation ever happened.
What do you think?
Deal.
Deal.
All right.
Yes!
(feedback squeals)
Hey!
KAMEKONA:
Yeah, baby!
Yeah!
What about your mom, Ethan?
She's dead.
Got sick when
I was three.
Well, don't get
all choked up about it.
We do okay.
So there's no family
on the island
you can stay with?
Maybe an aunt
or an uncle?
No.
Has your dad got
a girlfriend, buddy?
Maybe he's
dating someone?
No.
Where's your dad like
to hang out after work?
Does he drink,
maybe go to a bar?
ETHAN: Look, I know what
you guys are thinking.
That my dad's a drunk
or something...
or that he ran off
with some girl,
but, nah, that ain't him.
He takes care of me.
There's no aunts,
no uncles, nobody.
It's just him
and me.
ETHAN:
This is it.
This is my dad's store.
Stay in the truck.
Something's wrong!
No.
CATHERINE:
Nothing's wrong.
You're lying to me!
Ethan! Stay in the car!
Ethan!
Okay, listen, I need
you and Chin to get up
to this general store in Ka'a'awa.
ETHAN: Dad?
Ethan, wait!
Dad! Dad?
Is that my dad's blood?
Is it? What happened to him?
I don't know.
STEVE:
I'll be in in a second.
What did they say?
Did they find my dad?
Not yet, but we're not
jumping to conclusions.
I know what I saw.
It was blood.
Ethan,
any number of things
could have happened
in there, okay?
I want to help you guys
find my dad.
(sighs)
Okay, I'll tell you what...
I'm recruiting you as a member
of the Five-O task force--
just until we
close this case.
All right.
Where do we start?
We start with
a full debrief.
I want to know everything you
can tell me about your father,
okay? First I'm
gonna find somebody
who can take you home.
You're gonna pack
a bag, come
stay with us until
we find your dad.
And I can take him over there.
I still have two days of leave.
Okay, perfect.
I know what you
guys are doing.
What are we doing?
You just want me
out of the way.
That's not true, pal.
Right now, you're our best
source of information.
Now wait here
a second.
Okay.
This makes it official.
Now, all you
got to do
is hit this, then tap
the Five-O tile
to get a direct line
to me and my team.
So it's like the bat signal.
Yeah.
That is what it is like.
It's like the bat signal
and as soon as we know
something about your dad,
you're our first call.
Let's move.
I like this kid.
Course you do.
He's you at 13.
HPD has not found
any witnesses.
Yeah, no kidding.
This part of the island
no one talks to cops.
Crime techs recovered
a .12 gauge shotgun
from behind that row
of canned goods there.
Was the shotgun registered?
No, of course not. Sending it
to the lab for processing.
I'm thinking that weapon
will be consistent
with this spatter.
Okay, the shooter,
he takes a shot,
dumps the gun, takes off.
The victim, well, he's alive,
so maybe he goes
and tries to get help?
Well, maybe.
Here's the part I don't get.
Check it out.
Drag marks?
Yeah.
All right, so either our shooter
or somebody, uh,
takes our victim out of here.
General store,
remote location,
makes you think this could be
a robbery gone bad, right?
Then there's this.
A-ha.
Why take the body
and leave the cash?
I miss you, too, monkey,
very much.
Listen,
I got good news.
I am gonna keep all the presents
that Santa brings you
and you can have them
when you come home, okay?
All right, I love you, too.
Bye.
She did this on purpose.
I swear she did it on purpose.
Rachel-- she picks this week
to go visit Stan in Vegas,
and me like an idiot,
I say, "Yeah,
you can take Grace with you."
Why would you do that?
I don't know why
I did that.
Like I said, I'm an idiot.
Maybe I though that
a little goodwill
would go a long way in
this upcoming custody hearing.
This will be the first Christmas
that I have not spent
with Grace.
I am not okay with it.
When is she coming back?
Not soon enough.
You're coming to my house.
Mom's making Christmas dinner.
Well, she's unpacking it
and reheating it.
All right, um,
I appreciate it very much,
but I do have plans.
You have plans?
Yes, I have plans.
What did I just say?
You said you have plans.
I do.
Sitting on the couch
with a pizza watching
Miracle on 34th Street--
that's not plans.
Oh, oh,
but Christmas with the McGarretts is
something you can't miss.
That's right.
Yeah, I'm just curious.
What do you guys do?
You give out subscriptions
to Guns & Ammo,
huh?
Grenades as stocking stuffers?
Catherine's gonna be there, too,
Danny.
I'm gonna save
a place for you
at that table; it's a done deal.
(phone rings)
Okay, as your friend.
I'll try not to kill myself.
Kono?
The lab got a hit off a print
pulled from the shotgun.
The print matches a guy
named Moku Bradford.
He's got priors.
He did an 18-month bid
for aggravated assault.
DANNY:
Sounds like the kind of guy
who would have
an unregistered shotgun.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
That look like
blood to you?
DANNY:
Yeah, what do you think?
I think
we're in the right place.
(rustling)
Hey, hey, hey, hold it
right there. Moku Bradford,
drop the shovel right now.
He's got blood
on him, Steve.
Okay, look, we got people
searching the jungle right now.
Eventually, they are going
to find that body.
You cooperate with us now,
small chance you won't spend
the rest of your life in prison.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
STEVE: Really? You come walking
out of the forest
covered in blood;
you're carrying a shovel.
All right,
it's pretty obvious
you just buried the guy
you shot last night.
Hold up.
You think I shot someone?
No, no,
we don't think.
We're pretty positive.
We got your prints
all over the shotgun
we found
in Bruce Awana's store.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, guys.
Did something happen to Bruce?
CHIN:
Hey, guys, over here.
Here, give me that.
Call Steve.
Tell him I think
we found the body.
(speaks Hawaiian)
Why didn't you tell me
you had an imu dug out there.
A what?
I'm sorry. What's an imu?
It's an underground pit
used to slow-roast a pig.
Okay, all right, uh,
hold on a second.
You're making kalua pig?
That's what you're hiding?
That's pig juice and stuff
you got on your face?
(blows)
Yeah.
(chuckles)
Look, man, I've been
sent up for hunting
without a license before.
I can't afford
no more fines.
All right, what about Bruce?
You know anything
about his disappearance?
I don't know nothing about that.
Bruce is my friend, okay?
I work for the dude.
STEVE: How do you
explain your prints
all over Remington shotgun
that we found in his store?
Look, that piece
belongs to Bruce.
Okay, but...
but I'm not saying I never
checked it out a few times.
Why would Bruce
need a gun?
This isn't
a high-crime area.
Would he have any reason
to fear for his safety?
I don't know.
I figured Bruce
had his reasons.
But that's his business,
not mine.
I'm sorry about
the pig juice, brah.
ETHAN:
So, what are you guys,
like, boyfriend
and girlfriend?
I guess you could say that.
How come
you're not married?
You sound like my mother.
Coming in.
Whoa.
Whoa, there, cowboy.
That's a lot of BBs there.
Yeah, well, your boyfriend
said I could help.
Yes, but... not like this.
Okay.
Where are your clothes?
Over there.
Oh, we're gonna need a suitcase.
There's one in the basement,
but I'm good
with just a shopping bag.
A shopping bag? I think we can
do better than a shopping bag.
Where's the basement?
What are you waiting for?
Oh, um...
I mean, I can't go down there.
I hurt my knee playing soccer.
So...
Yeah, I'll just use
a shopping bag.
Yeah, you know what?
Um, I don't trust
these stairs anyway.
They look a little old to me.
So maybe it's better
you just stay up here.
Yeah.
Cool.
It should be
on your left.
Did you find
a suitcase yet?
Uh, Ethan, would you mind
finding me a flashlight?
It's pretty dark
down here.
CATHERINE: Steve, there must be,
like, 20, 30,000 here.
I mean, it's just stashed
in the suitcase.
Guy with a general store
on a remote part of the island--
no way he's coming up
with that kind of cash.
Maybe Bruce got himself
wrapped up in something dirty.
And maybe that something
got him killed.
Cath, looks like
Kono's got a lead.
I'll call you back.
All right, so I got
this security footage
from a local hospital
after checking to see
if they had
any gunshot victims
that were admitted recently.
Okay.
Last night, there was
an anonymous drop-off
at the emergency room.
There.
That's our
gunshot victim.
That's not Bruce Awana.
No, but his DNA sample
matches the blood found
at the general store.
Okay, who is he?
He's a John Doe
that died during surgery.
A-ha, so a mystery
on top of a mystery.
All right, what
about the driver?
He never turns around,
so there's no way
to ID him.
This is fun so far.
You having fun?
KONO: There's more.
When I ran the plates, guess
whose name is on the pink slip.
Bruce Awana.
Okay, so looks
like Bruce is not
"Father of the Year" after all.
STEVE:
No.
More like our primary suspect.
Gentlemen, even with your
rudimentary understanding
of pathology, you can
probably tell by the condition
of the body
that the COD
was a shotgun blast.
DANNY: Okay, let's
just put aside
your lack of social skills
for one second.
How are we gonna
ID this guy?
His prints and DNA
are not in the system.
Kidneys.
Okay, I'll bite.
What are those crystals?
Indeed. Oxalate crystals
to be exact.
They were taken
from the right kidney.
DANNY:
Okay, is that it?
Should we expect a further
long-winded explanation?
Antifreeze poisoning.
What?
I was foregoing your
"long-winded explanation."
Okay, so crystals formulate
in the kidneys
when antifreeze is ingested.
So, what, this guy
was shot and poisoned?
That is my bottom line.
Additionally...
Ah-ah-ah. See?
"Additionally""
I knew it.
The term "short and sweet" is
a meaningless phrase to you,
obviously,
but continue.
As I was saying,
I was able to retrieve
some residue
from beneath
the victim's fingernails,
and was later able
to identify them as ti leaves.
Chamomile or Earl Grey?
Neither, because they're
from the ti plant.
They are indigenous
to Hawaii
and are traditionally utilized
to make ceremonial leis, capes,
and sometimes even
cooking utensils.
I think I have an idea
of what's going on here.
Really?
Yeah. I think this guy
was sampling his own product.
What was that, radiator fluid?
No. Moonshine.
♪
(rooster crows)
Okay, I see an albino kid
playing the banjo,
we're out of here, okay?
(door opens)
Hey!
Hey, Uncle.
What you thinking, bringing
da kine cop to this place?
Uncle, I'm a cop.
Yeah, but
you're family.
How many, uh, uncles
you got, buddy?
Uncle Choi.
Hi.
Danny Williams.
Eh, don't, don't...
it's fine.
I been making okolehao
since Chin was in diapers.
That's Hawaiian
for white lightning.
Old family recipe.
Very popular
around the holidays.
The key
is in root
of ti leaf.
That-that's good.
Sounds delicious.
Actually, it is, but it's not
for the weak of heart.
Uncle,
we're here because
we're working a homicide
of a suspected bootlegger.
We found antifreeze
in his system,
and I heard that sometimes
these guys use
radiators as stills.
Is that true?
Mm. Amateur move.
Bathtub cook.
Those guys only care about...
making a dollar.
On the house.
Merry Christmas.
No,
thank you-- um, I like eggnog
this time of year,
and, uh, voluntarily
burning a hole
in my stomach
is not on my bucket list,
this year, anyway.
CHIN: Okay, we're
on duty,
so maybe next time.
But there is
one more thing.
Do you happen
to know this guy?
Mm...
Sorry.
I don't mix with the lowlifes
that sell bad hooch.
I know where you
can get it, though,
if you're that desperate.
Yeah, where-where is that?
Word is
there's a general store
out in Ka'a'awa.
Oh.
Okay.
All right.
Thank you, Uncle.
Go easy.
(exhales)
All right, Bruce is selling
moonshine out of his store.
Yeah. Maybe he was in business
with our John Doe,
they got into a beef
and the deal goes south.
Right, and Bruce
shoots Mr. Doe,
does an ER body dump,
takes off.
Okay. It's a good theory.
Now we just got to prove it.
STEVE:
How's he holding up?
CATHERINE: Uh, well, he hasn't
thrown anything
through a window
yet, so...
All right, just say it.
We, uh... we still need
an ID on the vic,
and as it stands,
Ethan's our best chance
of getting one.
And what makes you think
he knows who our victim is?
His dad
had a side business hustling
moonshine out the back door.
Okay, maybe Ethan
can recognize
one of his dad's
business partners,
and if he can, maybe we can get
a lead on Bruce's whereabouts.
Wait. Just think about this
for a second, Steve.
You want Ethan
to possibly implicate
his own father
in a crime.
Or you could look at it
as Ethan helping us
ID a murder vic.
And next you'll want him
to testify.
That's a possibility, yeah.
But he'd have to live with that
for the rest of his life.
What's the alternative, Cath?
I don't like this
any more than you do,
but if this kid's dad
is involved,
he's gonna find out
sooner or later, okay?
And what are we supposed to do,
keep lying to the kid?
(sighs)
Okay, I'll-I'll do it.
Just... let me talk to him.
Okay. You sure?
Yeah, yeah. Um,
just give us some space, okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
Ethan?
You guys were
talking about me,
weren't you?
You want a juice or something?
Uh, we got a machine
in the hallway-- my treat.
You don't have
to bribe me.
Just... say what
you're gonna say.
Okay.
We need your help.
Okay? I need
you to tell me
if you recognize this man
from your dad's store.
That man's dead, isn't he?
(softly):
Yeah.
He was the one
killed at the store.
Does he look familiar?
Do you think my dad did it?
We don't know.
(crying quietly)
(sobbing)
Okay.
I'm really sorry, Ethan.
(continues sobbing)
My dad wouldn't do that.
(sniffles)
He wouldn't.
I believe you.
I believe you.
(sniffling)
(sighs, sniffles)
Can I still have a juice?
Absolutely.
I like orange.
Orange? All right.
Orange it is.
I'll be right
back, okay?
Ethan?
Damn it!
CATHERINE:
Ethan!
(fire alarm blaring)
CATHERINE: Ethan! Stop!
ETHAN: Stop right here.
This is it.
Keep it.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, what are
you doing, huh?
Pull-the-fire-alarm- and-escape trick?
You think I don't know that?
You said you were
gonna help me.
I am helping you.
We are.
Help me put my dad in jail?
How'd you find me anyway?
DANNY: We traced the phone
that Steve gave you.
Listen to me, Ethan.
It's your dad that we're
talking about here--
I totally get that-- but
what we're trying to do,
we're trying to
get to the truth.
I know it can be painful...
But he wouldn't hurt anyone.
Nobody.
Not unless they
tried to hurt him.
Or me.
Now, that's the truth.
CATHERINE:
So help us prove that.
Do you know this guy or not?
I've seen him
before, but...
I don't know his name.
He hangs out with the guy
who lives here,
Darrin Hodge.
Who's Darrin Hodge?
Really bad guy.
My dad warned me
to stay away from him.
Why?
Darrin and a few
of his friends came into
my dad's store to talk to him.
They started arguing.
So my dad pulled
a shotgun on them,
and told them
to get the hell out.
Do you remember what
the argument was about?
All right, Ethan, thank you.
You've been a big help.
Danny and I-- we're gonna
check this place out.
Nope.
I'm coming with you.
You're not coming with us.
Why not?
You know why not.
The safest place
for you to be right now
is anywhere but here.
Then I want to go home.
Got him.
Okay, fine.
If we find your dad in here,
we'll take him to you.
Deal.
Deal?
Beat it.
(door creaking)
Steve, over here!
Hey, hey, hey.
Put the gun down.
Moku, put
your gun down.
Relax.
Relax, Moku.
Put the gun down.
You don't want to do this,
buddy. Put the gun down.
Put it down.
Put it down.
Where's Bruce?
You killed one of
Darrin Hodge's crew,
and you were
covering your tracks.
No, man, I didn't
kill nobody!
DANNY: But you did just break in
to Darrin Hodge's place, right?
Just so I know
so I'm not losing my mind.
No!
No?
No?
No. I-I mean...
yes, okay?
But... it's not what you think.
Let me tell you what
I think-- we should forget the
whole "jury of your peers" thing,
and dump your funky ass
in an active volcano someplace.
Look, man...
I know Darrin Hodge. Okay?
He's my moonshine supplier.
He's your moonshine supplier?
That's right.
So you, you were the one
selling moonshine
out of the general store,
not Bruce Awana.
Yeah.
I never should've opened
my mouth to Darrin
about those deliveries.
What deliveries?
It was Bruce's thing, man.
He'd make these
monthly deliveries
to some guy who paid him
a ton of cash up front.
What guy?
Some weird,
secretive dude, man!
H-He was a recluse,
like, uh, what's his name?
Howard Hughes.
When Darrin found out
about this guy
and the cash
he was paying Bruce,
I guess he just figured there
was more where that came from.
Okay...
so... you and Darrin
put a crew together
to roll this guy; you guys
were in on it together...
No.
No, okay, I didn't want
no part of that.
Like I said, man,
Bruce is good peoples.
He threw me a lifeline
when nobody else would.
So when you heard that Darrin
might've killed Bruce,
you went to the ranch looking
for him-- with a shotgun.
That's how we do things
on this part of the island, man.
We take care of our own.
That's very nice.
Who's this reclusive guy?
What's his name?
What's his address? Where is he?
I'd tell you
if I knew, man, but...
Bruce kept these things
to himself.
So, Darrin and his
crew needed Bruce
to lead them to
Mr. Secret Moneybags.
They get to the general store,
try to take him by force, right?
Bruce resists.
There's a struggle.
One of Darrin's crew
gets shot, okay?
I'm thinking,
we find this recluse,
good chance we find out
what happened to Bruce.
Hey, maybe this'll help.
Remember all the money
that Catherine found in
the basement of Bruce's house?
Yeah.
Well, HPD ran
the serial numbers,
and they traced the bills back
to a five-year-old
Chicago bank job.
So there's the robber:
his name is Stuart Rizzi.
He locked all the employees
in the vault,
and walked out
with two mill in cash.
So Rizzi's the recluse.
He's been using Bruce
to send him supplies
while he lays low.
He was paying him with the money
from the bank heist.
Yeah, it's like his
own personal Amazon.
STEVE: All right, Kono,
see if you can pull up a list
of all Ka'a'awa
real estate transactions
made in the last five years.
Easy.
I need the ones paid in cash.
(beeping)
KONO:
All right.
Three purchases.
Rizzi's not gonna use
his real name,
that's obvious,
so I'll cross-check
the buyers
with their DMV photos.
Bingo. That's our man.
That's Rizzi.
KONO: Okay, so,
he bought the property
under an alias.
And not just any property
but a five-acre compound
in the middle of the valley.
Let's go.
I thought I knew every inch
of this island.
Can't even see this place
from the air.
Hey, it's Bruce
Awana's car.
Someone ran a bypass
on the electronic gate.
Compound's
been breached.
He could still
be in there.
STEVE:
Chin,
cover the house.
This isn't Bruce. Or Rizzi.
Darrin Hodge.
The other guy must be
one of his crew.
Safe to say
they didn't make it out
with the money
they came for, huh?
Let's move.
Clear.
Maybe Rizzi
got the jump on Darrin
and his boy
and fled with Bruce.
Sounds about right.
But fled where?
I will raise you
two candy canes...
and a mint.
I will see
your two candy canes...
and your mint.
What do you got?
It's your call.
Pair of nines.
Three kings.
Nice!
(chuckling)
(door unlocking)
Dad!
Ethan. Ethan, stay back!
ETHAN:
Let go of my dad!
BRUCE:
Everything's gonna be
okay, Ethan.
Merry Christmas.
My kid's got nothing
to do with this.
Leave him out of it.
Why would
I do that, Bruce?
We're all family here,
aren't we?
I mean, I trusted you.
That is, until you
shot your big mouth off
about me to your pals.
I didn't say anything.
You wanted privacy;
I gave it to you.
I didn't even know who
you really were until today.
RIZZI: I'd like to
believe you, Bruce.
I really would.
But I don't.
You probably
told them that I was
worth a small fortune
and I was easy pickings.
No,
hey, I didn't. I swear.
Look, I'm gonna make
this real plain
and simple for you.
You're gonna give me
all the money
I gave you,
whatever's left of it.
Dad!
It's all right, Ethan.
Nothing's gonna happen.
I'm gonna give
this man his money
and we'll never have
to see him again.
I like the sound of that.
Now where the hell's
the cash?
Okay, it's over here.
In the basement.
In the basement.
Let's go to the basement.
All right. Easy.
(phone vibrating)
(sighs)
Catherine's not answering.
She's at the house with the kid.
I don't like it, Danny.
What if Rizzi showed up?
Hold on.
Let's just think
for a second, okay?
If Rizzi is going on the run,
he knows he needs
some cash.
Right.
We're all over
his house, so he's got
to go someplace else.
He's gonna go to Bruce
for whatever scraps he has left.
Yeah, but that money is sitting
on a shelf
in an HPD
evidence room.
Rizzi doesn't know that.
Uh-uh.
The kid goes down.
I'm keeping
an eye on you.
No, let-let me go.
It'll only take a second.
Get down the damn steps, kid!
Dad. I got this.
It's okay.
Give me that.
What the hell is this?!
I-It's supposed to be in there.
(grunts)
ETHAN: Dad!
BRUCE (grunts): I'm all right, Ethan.
It's okay.
(smoke detector beeping)
Who the hell else is here?
What? I-I... No one!
(grunts)
You move
and I'll kill both of you.
(smoke detector beeping)
(phone vibrating)
(grunts)
(grunting)
(Rizzi shouts)
(sirens wail,
tires screech outside)
Ethan. You okay?
I'm good, but...
how's my dad?
He's all right.
How'd you like that timing?
A little slow.
I got it under control.
She's right.
BRUCE:
I'm really sorry.
ETHAN:
I love you, Dad.
BRUCE:
I love you, too.
Hey, um...
I'll be right back.
I just want to...
talk to them for a second.
What's up, buddy?
I just wanted to say thanks.
You guys are pretty good.
You're not too bad
yourself, buddy.
Hey, Ethan.
I'll tell you what.
In about ten years when you're
tired of breaking hearts,
give me a call-- we'll save
a spot for you on Five-O.
I'll think about it.
Merry Christmas.
(chuckling)
Oh, so the kid's
a smart-ass.
Well, takes one
to know one, so...
♪
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
Ho ho ho!
Mele Kalikimaka.
Ah, yes,
the customary ritual
of gift-giving
originating
from the Roman
celebration of Saturnalia...
Why can't you just say mahalo
like everybody else?
Mahalo.
KAMEKONA: All right!
Where's the big kahuna?
I want to give him his present.
Oh, he said he was gonna be
a few minutes late.
CHIN:
One free...
helicopter tour.
One free tour plus a guest.
Thanks, Kamekona.
DANNY: Very nice of you.
DANNY: I'm gonna have to
respectfully decline.
I'll give mine
to Chin because
I'm pretty sure with you
driving that thing,
it's gonna end up in somebody's
front lawn.
(chuckling)
I think I'll ask Sabrina
to accompany me on
the inaugural flight.
Yeah? Mile High Club, buddy?
2.8 miles to be exact.
15,000 feet is
the maximum altitude
for a commercial helicopter.
(others chuckling)
What?
KAMEKONA: You can all redeem
your tickets as soon as I get
my pilot's license.
Wait, wait, wait.
You bought a helicopter
and you don't have
your license yet?
Technicality, sista.
(others chuckling)
Oh, there he is.
007 in the house.
Ooh, yeah. Hello.
That's a rental, for sure.
He's gonna need a bib.
Looks smooth though.
(all chuckling)
Wh-What are you doing?
What is...
(chuckles)
Whoo!
I'm taking you to dinner.
(others chuckling, clapping)
All right.
♪
== sync, corrected by elderman ==