Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Kanalua - full transcript
Five-0 turns to August March for help in finding a pair of art thieves who are involved in a kidnapping, but is March actually in on the plot?
All units, be advised.
Armed robbery in progress,
Aloha Tower Marketplace.
- He's done, keep moving.
- Uhn.
Come on, get in, get in.
Come on, go, go, go.
All units
suspects are eastbound
from the Aloha Tower Marketplace
in a gray taxi.
Two Bravo, 140,
we're pursuing suspect
vehicle northbound on Richards Street.
Two Bravo, 140,
do we have a current direction
of travel?
Negative. We lost sight of him
in the area of Richards and King.
Dispatch, be advised,
we no longer have the gray taxi.
Repeat, we have lost the suspects.
How do you recover
from something like that?
You don't.
Cath, I need a favor.
Of course.
I want you to help me
find my mother.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Wait, I thought
you told witness protection
that you wanted her location
kept secret,
- even from you.
- Yeah, I did,
but that was before I found out
that she had a chance to kill Wo Fat
and she didn't do it.
What? But I don't understand.
- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.
The crime lab said she intentionally
fired her weapon into the floor
when Wo Fat confronted her.
She didn't want him hurt.
She let him escape.
I wanna know why.
- And if you don't like the answer?
- I can handle the truth.
This is your mother we're talking about.
Catherine, it's not gonna prevent me
from doing my job, okay?
Look, will you do it?
Will you help me?
- You'll owe me.
- What's new? Add it to my tab.
Don't think I won't.
McGarrett. Yeah, I'm on the way.
Three armed male suspects
knocked over an art gallery.
One guy got shot
as they were making off
and holed up in that store over there.
Between employees and customers,
we're estimating
at least a dozen hostages.
He make any demands yet?
Yeah. He says he's willing
to give up one of the hostages
if we send in some medical help.
If he's really badly wounded,
it might be safer for the hostages
- if we just wait him out.
- I like that.
The Gandhi approach. We sit back,
let him bleed out. Situation resolved.
Problem with that is we need him alive
so we can flip him
for the names of his partners.
I'm gonna need a vest.
Vest, please.
- You don't know what my plan is.
- I know you.
Any plan you have
is going to involve me
- in potential serious bodily harm.
- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about this.
Over the years, our marriage
has become predictable.
- Okay, so,
- You know--?
What's the plan?
Well, he wants a paramedic.
We're gonna give him a paramedic.
Let's go.
Let's go. Nice and slow.
Turn around.
Put your kit on the floor.
Now.
Make a move,
and I put a hole in you.
Mister,
that wound looks pretty nasty.
- I wouldn't waste time if I were you.
- And I'd shut up if I were you.
Turn around.
Look, you're gonna die
unless you let me help you.
- What's in there?
- Medical supplies.
Kick it over.
Freeze. Freeze.
- Stay down.
- I'll kill her, I swear to God.
You're not gonna get out of here alive.
- Put it down.
- Get them out of here.
- Listen, just let her go, huh?
- Back off.
You're dying. Let us
help you. It's not worth it, buddy.
Back off, or you're gonna be
wearing her blood.
- What did you do?
- What did I--? I didn't do anything.
You didn't have to.
He's dead.
Mr. Strathern, you said the men
who robbed your gallery
didn't take any cash.
- They wanted what was in the safe?
- Right.
They stole some of
our more expensive lithographs.
Did you recognize any of these men?
No. No, they were wearing masks.
Why do you ask?
Because if they targeted
something specific in your safe,
they could have been disgruntled
employees or business partners.
I-- I don't have partners.
My grandfather opened up
the first shop back in 1946.
It's been family-run ever since.
Okay,
I'm gonna need you to do
an inventory of everything
that was taken.
Of course.
I'll have a list for you in a few hours.
You were very lucky back there,
my friend.
- I'm sorry, lucky?
- Mm-hm.
First of all,
luck had nothing to do with it.
- I had the situation under control.
- Oh, okay.
- Well, you are something else.
- Right.
You must have known our suspect
was gonna bleed to death
while threatening to kill a hostage.
You're good. You're really good.
Let me ask you a question. How much
money do I have in my wallet, Kreskin?
Or should I say,
the Amazing McGarrett?
You done?
Because I wanna see who's calling me.
Don't you know who's calling you?
- I do. It's Max.
- You're lying.
I'm not lying, I have caller ID.
You're a fraud.
Yes, Max?
Got to give these art aficionados credit.
By torching the getaway car,
they basically burned our chances
of getting DNA, prints, anything.
- Gentlemen.
- Peg leg.
A peg leg is a prosthesis often made of
wood and portrayed in pirate movies.
A cane, such as the one I'm using,
is a mobility aid.
And ballistic trauma is not something
to be making fun of, Detective Williams.
I knew I should have just said hello.
What do we got, Max?
I haven't had the time to make
many preliminary observations.
However, I can tell you that the victim
appears to be male and mid-40s.
Oh.
Seeing as he looks like
something that belongs
at the bottom of an ashtray,
I'm gonna say
that the cause of death was,
and this is just a guess, fire.
- Ehhh.
- Wow.
Because that wasn't obnoxious at all.
I was only trying to participate
in the jocularity.
You know what,
never mind Mr. Negativity.
I thought it was funny.
Okay, so if fire didn't kill this guy,
what did?
Well, in all probability,
the gunshot wound to the rear
of the cranium was the culprit.
All right, using a taxi
as a getaway vehicle.
It's the perfect way
to blend into mall traffic.
Idles by the curb, nobody asks
any questions. These guys are slick.
Maybe your boy crispy here
- picked up the wrong fare.
- No way.
The way H.P.D. described the chase,
this guy was in on it.
Once he did his part,
his partners double-crossed him.
Commander McGarrett is correct.
Our victim was no ordinary cab driver.
- How do you know?
- Because this is no ordinary cab.
Whoa. You're not kidding.
That's a high-performance racing
engine with a full nitrous system.
This thing was painted up
to look like a taxi.
Yes, with 763 horsepower,
the H.P.D. didn't have any chance.
Max, I'm gonna need an ID
on this guy as soon as possible.
You got it.
I knew you wouldn't sit still for long.
I just can't be at home right now.
Two years ago,
I thought I lost Malia forever.
It was this job
that brought her back to me.
That was time
I thought I'd never have with her.
And I will always be so grateful.
There's no need
to feel sorry for me, coz.
I'll see her again.
- If there's anything...
- I know.
Hey, you lD'd our dead
hostage taker from the mall.
Yeah, name's George Solani.
He's an ex-con with priors
for armed robbery and assault.
I also checked
into his past associates
to see if we might get a match
on our two outstanding suspects.
The trouble is, his old crime partners
are deceased or already in jail.
So obviously he found a new crew.
Yeah.
Hey,
you are not supposed to be here.
So I hear.
Thanks for being there
for me this morning.
Come on, man. Of course.
That's what family's for.
You all right?
Yeah. Come on.
- Let's get to work.
- All right.
What's the latest?
Our gallery owner, Karl Strathern,
sent me photos of the lithographs
that were stolen during the heist.
Did he give you an estimated value?
Thirty thousand, retail.
- Thirty thousand?
- Yeah.
Anyone else find that strange?
Those guys went to a lot of trouble
for 30K.
The car alone's
worth more than the entire take.
Why kill a cop and risk life in prison
for 30 stacks?
It doesn't make any sense.
Unless he thought the lithos
were originals and worth a lot more.
Okay, even if these geniuses made
a mistake and stole the cheap stuff,
they still have to fence
what they took.
There can't be a very large customer
base for stolen art on the island.
That's true,
but luckily we know somebody
who used to run in those circles.
Hey, buddy.
I hope you're wearing sunblock.
Yeah. Skin cancer? Bring it on.
My age, it doesn't matter.
You know, the one regret I have, having
lived on this island my whole life...
...I never learned to surf.
It's never too late to start.
- Tell that to my knees.
- Tell it to the rest of your body too.
- I'm just saying.
- Say it to yourself, blondie.
You basically called yourself old
when we sat down.
Yeah, yeah, that's my business.
Yeah. As an aging man,
my time is at a premium.
So, what brings you here,
or did you just want to sit here
posing as garage sale bookends?
Here.
Well, let me guess.
You wanna know if I know this man.
- Yes.
- Do you?
What? This is a thing now?
You come to me for help?
A simple yes or no will suffice, March.
I almost got shot
last time I helped you.
I almost get shot every day.
It's no fun. I agree.
Listen, March, your help brought
down a diamond smuggling ring.
Yeah, according to the papers,
those diamonds disappeared
along with the killer of your suspect.
We'll find the shooter.
We always do.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, obviously the girl
was in over her head.
Which brings us back
to why you're here
with a picture of a dead man
on your phone.
Anything you tell us is confidential.
You know that.
No. I do not know this man.
- Enjoy the rest of your day.
- We're not done.
- Oh, joy.
- Okay.
Did you hear about the art gallery
robbery this morning?
- I was here all morning.
- That was not an accusation.
Hah. Sorry, habit.
An art gallery was hit
this morning on Ala Moana.
- Yeah?
- An H.P.D. officer was killed.
All right?
That dead guy on the phone,
he was part of the crew
that took down the score.
- Sounds like sloppy work to me.
- Was sloppy, sloppy and stupid.
These guys went to a lot of trouble
to get their hands
on $30,000 worth of lithographs.
That sound strange to you?
Well, it all depends
on the quality of the lithos.
If these mutts
knew what they were doing,
the art can be aged and reframed
and then sold as originals
to naive new-money types.
Okay, so if I wanted to unload
something like that,
who would I go to see
to broker a deal?
The only fence I know is yours truly.
And as you know,
I'm out of the business.
But because I'm willing
to do you two nudniks a favor,
and I cherish my me time
and hope that you'll soon disappear,
I'll make a few inquiries.
Good. Thank you.
Did you...? You said "me time"?
Yeah, I said "me time."
Starting now.
- It's my subtle way of saying bug off.
- Okay.
That was fast.
I got to run.
Got a briefing with my SAC
in a half hour.
Oh, come on.
At least give me a chance
to win some of my money back.
Wish I could.
I'll see you back at the shop.
Thanks for the early Christmas bonus.
Ahem.
- You looking for someone to play with?
Ha-ha-ha. Seriously?
Rack them.
What are you drinking?
Whatever you're buying.
Say hello to our cab driver.
Any luck identifying him?
Well, not yet,
but this is fortuitous timing
because I'm actually
going to examine his skull
right now.
Why'd you boil his face off, Max?
Huh? Why?
And why are you now playing laser tag
with his skull?
Well, by stripping off
the charred tissue,
I am able to rebuild a computerized
approximation of the victim's face
by taking an accurate digital scan
of his skull.
Oh.
Oh, my.
- "Oh, my" what? Do you know him?
- It's Tyler MacNamara.
Who's Tyler MacNamara?
He's retired now,
but during his heyday,
he was the best stock car driver
in the racing circuit.
That explains how he evaded police.
But not why he partook
in the armed robbery.
The man made millions
winning races and endorsements.
Something brought him
out of retirement to drive again.
All right, with the unlocked door
and the half-eaten egg sandwich
on the dining room table,
it's safe to say that MacNamara
left in a hurry this morning.
Everybody take a room.
Let's see if we can find some intel
of opportunity to work off.
This place is very nice.
Does not look to me like this guy
was hurting for money.
Background check said
that MacNamara went
through a divorce last year.
Maybe the house
is all he ended up with.
So he gets beat up
by his wife in the divorce,
she splits,
takes all his cash and prizes,
and he hits an art gallery?
I can relate, but I'm not buying it.
Yeah, me neither.
MacNamara's background
say he have any kids?
Yeah, he's got a daughter
named Karen.
The kid has a bedroom upstairs.
Clothes are in the closet.
We need to find her.
Guys, in here.
I found this on the desk.
Daddy, please do what they say.
I'm so scared.
No wonder MacNamara
drove the getaway car.
- They have his daughter.
- Please do what they say.
Is my daughter still alive?
At this point, we have no evidence
to lead us to believe that she is not.
When was the last time
you spoke to Karen?
Um... A couple days ago.
She was gonna spend the weekend
at her father's place.
She loves the beach
in front of his house.
Have you noticed any changes
in your daughter's life recently?
- Changes?
- Yeah, changes.
No new friends maybe?
Sometimes in these cases,
the victim will know their abductor.
Uh...
Uh...
- Karen had a new boyfriend.
- Okay.
I disapproved.
- Why?
- He was older.
He worked at the automotive shop
on King Street.
I just got a really bad feeling
the first time I met him.
Well, what's his name?
George.
- George Solani?
- Yes.
Do you know him?
Do you think he's involved?
We think he is.
Oh, my God.
- Wait, you're Irish?
- Yeah.
- No way.
- This mick bleeds Kelly green, honey.
What's with the trailer-park drawl?
Well, I'm Irish
by way of DeKalb, Illinois.
Uh-huh. Home of barbed wire.
And Cindy Crawford.
Bet you had a poster of her
on your wall.
- Ha-ha. Right above my bed.
- No.
- Yeah. Uh-huh.
- Oh. Ha-ha.
Little tacky, I know,
but I was 11 years old, you know.
There's no perv ruling
on preteens.
Maybe not in DeKalb.
- And what is that supposed to mean?
- Let me guess.
You lived right off of Main Street,
had a house with a white picket fence
and a dog named Spot.
Guinness,
and she was a chocolate Lab,
and it was Fernwood Avenue,
with a chain-link fence,
- two blocks off of Main Street.
- I was close.
You're pretty good at this.
So, Irish from Illinois who wanted
to grow up and marry Cindy Crawford,
what brought you out
to this little rock?
- Uncle Sam.
- You're in the military?
I was in the military,
six years with the Army,
25th Infantry Division.
Duty, honor, country.
And now? What do you do
when you're not hustling
poor, innocent girls
out of their pay check?
Heh. I work for the government.
Mm. So do I.
Or at least it feels that way every April
when I'm filing my tax returns.
Well, I'm Irish
by way of DeKalb, Illinois.
- Home of barbed wire.
- And Cindy Crawford.
Let me guess.
You lived right off of Main Street,
had a house
with a white picket fence
and a dog named Spot.
Guinness,
and she was a chocolate Lab,
and it was Fernwood Avenue,
with a chain-link fence,
- two blocks off of Main Street.
- I was close.
Heh. You're pretty good at this.
Anything on Solani?
We pulled security video
from the auto shop that he worked at.
We found footage of him talking
to two men who fit the description
of our suspects
from the gallery heist.
- They ever turn around?
- No, these two are clearly camera shy.
Yeah, but we did manage
to isolate some distinctive tattoos
on their necks and forearms
to help us ID them.
And we got a hit.
Matt and Tony Kapule.
These guys are bad news.
All their priors are class A felonies.
Do we have a current address?
According to H.P.D.,
these two are MIA.
Okay, so how do we find them?
Oh. The only thing you're gonna find
on me is a few blood thinners.
I don't care what he says.
Just take care of it.
Kimo.
Yeah, I don't know if you're paying
these guys by the spoken word,
but if so, you really got
a great deal with that guy.
Yeah, he doesn't talk much,
but he listens well.
Ah.
It's not every day
I get a visit from a man
of your reputation and status,
Mr. March.
So, what can I do for you, my friend?
I got a job I need a little help with.
How many airbags
you got in this boat?
- Why?
- The way you're driving,
- I want as much protection as I can get.
- Okay, can we please focus?
All right? I'm all jammed up here.
I'm getting cramps.
You're like the annoying kid in the car
who keeps saying,
"We there yet, we there yet?"
Patience.
Well, are we there yet?
I asked my old associate
if he knew the Kapule brothers.
Heh. He not only knew them,
he told me where to find them.
- Well, where would that be?
- Sand Island.
They got a warehouse there
that they use
as a drop for their heists.
Five-O.
In here.
This one's dead.
This one's alive.
Where is she?
Where is Karen? Huh?
Where is Karen? Is she still alive?
What did you do with her?
- This is Chin Ho Kelly with Five-O...
- Where are you holding her?
Hey, hey, do not die.
Do not die on me. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Where is Ka--?
Steve, Danny.
What do you got, Chin?
These are the lithographs
that were stolen this morning.
This is everything?
It's everything on the gallery owner,
Strathern's, list.
Wait a minute. Why kill the Kapule
brothers and leave all the art behind?
Well, maybe they were killed
buying something else.
Miscreants like these
tend to stack up enemies, right?
- Hey, guys.
- Yeah.
You need to see this.
Okay, so our vics took photos
of Strathern's safe and its contents
weeks ago. Check out the date stamp.
Ooh. Back up. How'd they get access
to that safe to begin with?
Maybe they were working
with someone on the inside.
Or maybe they were the inside job.
Take a look.
- See that reflection?
- Yeah.
That's one of the brothers.
He's wearing a shirt that says
"Pale Security."
Those guys install safes
and security systems.
- I see their trucks all over town.
- So that's it.
These guys pose as employees
so they can get in and case the safe.
Hold on a second, widen out again.
Let me see that.
Okay, Strathern said his safe
was cleaned out, right?
- Yeah, why?
- Because these two pieces right here,
they were not on Strathern's list
of art that was stolen.
Why wouldn't he report that?
Turns out these two paintings,
along with half a dozen others,
were stolen from an art dealer here on
the island back on December 7th, 1941.
That's the day
Pearl Harbor was attacked.
It was reported that the thieves
broke in and stole the paintings
while the owner was out
helping search for survivors.
And because of their extreme value,
the HSI inherited the investigation.
Why would Strathern
have these in his safe?
Strathern told me that his grandfather
started the gallery in the '40s.
Prior to that, there's no record of him
owning his own business.
Okay, so Grandpa, he takes advantage
of one of the worst days
in this country's history,
steals these paintings,
among others,
sells a few,
starts his own little dynasty.
Wait a minute.
You think Strathern knew
where his grandfather got
these pieces?
It would certainly explain why he's been
keeping them hidden all these years.
Then Strathern knows more
than he's told us
- about the heist.
- Yeah.
And about the kidnapping
of Karen MacNamara.
Seriously,
where does Strathern think he's going?
I think this tells us
everything we need to know.
Why do they always run?
Because they are hoping
that the person chasing them
is gonna end up wrapped around
a telephone pole, which is possible.
Strathern, get out of the car.
Get out.
Turn around. Turn around.
Where's Karen?
I don't know who you're
talking about. Who's Karen?
All right, turn around.
Hey.
What'd you do, conveniently forgot
to tell us about these?
Listen to me very carefully.
Unless you wanna go down
for the kidnapping of Karen MacNamara
and the murder of her father,
I suggest you tell us
what the hell is going on right now.
Look, I already told you,
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't do that.
Do not waste our time, okay?
We already know about
your grandfather and his sticky fingers.
- Okay?
- You don't get it, do you?
I'm the victim here.
That robbery this morning
was a front to extort me for money.
The Kapule brothers stole
those paintings because they knew
you would pay big money
to keep your family's secret?
Why? Why did you keep
those paintings? Huh?
Why didn't you destroy them?
They're a liability, evidence of a crime.
Why keep them?
Those paintings were originals,
priceless.
I couldn't bring myself
to destroy them.
- How'd you get them back?
- I paid the thieves what they asked.
- When?
- Just now.
- When just now?
- Less than a half an hour ago.
Oh, that's impossible.
Because the Kapule brothers,
they've been dead for over two hours.
- Who'd you pay the money to?
- I don't know, I never met him before.
Everything was done over the phone.
He made me wire money
to an account in the Cayman's
before he provided me with a drop spot
to pick up the paintings.
I got something.
It's just a partial, but based
on the oil composition and layering,
it came from the last person
to touch this painting.
Okay.
- We got a hit.
- Who is it?
A guy named August March.
You know him?
What's this all about, McGarrett?
Why are you treating me like this?
Huh? What's this?
It's a ballistics report.
It shows that the bullet
that killed Angela Branson--
The girl that got in over her head
stealing diamonds.
Do you remember her?
--Matches the slugs that we pulled out
of the Kapule brothers.
- So?
- So...
...the same gun was used
for all three murders.
Oh.
If you found out
who killed that poor girl
they fished out of the harbor,
good for you.
Look, I'm tired.
- I'd just like to go home now.
- Do me a favor, please.
Okay? It was cute for a minute,
but the helpless grandfather thing
is not gonna work for you anymore.
Hey, March, you, uh...?
You recognize this?
- No.
- You should, because it belongs to you.
This gun is the gun
that was used to kill Angela
and the Kapule brothers,
and we found it in your apartment.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- I'm an old man with lots of enemies.
Mm-hm.
I needed protection.
I got that gun off the street.
I didn't have time
to check on its history.
Nice try.
I personally think that the extortion
method was definitely the way to go.
Why go through the trouble of fencing
a couple of high-profile paintings
when you could just sell them back
to the owner?
You don't know
what I'm talking about.
- No idea.
- No idea.
Any idea how your prints
ended up on the stolen artwork?
No.
I mean, gloves,
that's what I would have done.
I mean, I figure an old pro like you
would know to wear gloves.
Thirty years in prison
made you rusty, March.
- Maybe it's just old age.
- Maybe.
- I'm not going back to jail.
- I don't think you have a choice.
What are my options?
I don't think you understand.
You don't have any options.
You're going back behind bars
where you belong.
There are always options.
What if I took you to where
the Kapule brothers hid Karen?
Uh-uh. No, no. You're bluffing.
Mm.
Look at the last photo.
That's time-stamped five hours ago.
Tell me Karen's still alive.
Of course she is.
I've always got an ace up my sleeve
when I play poker.
- All right. Get up.
- Get up.
Over there. Pull over.
I'll take you to her.
Where is she?
This way.
It's just up there to the left.
- Hey!
- Oh-ho!
I understand, sir.
ME's office scooped up
what was left of March.
H.P.D.'s gonna comb the area
and canvass out.
- We're not gonna find Karen out here.
- Oh, you call me Mr. Negativity?
Danny, March played us.
He led us out here knowing
he was gonna jump in front
of that truck.
- Sometimes suicide is impulsive.
- Nothing about March was impulsive.
He was always thinking
two moves ahead.
And the minute we caught him,
the minute, he decided
he was going out on his own terms.
I guess at that age, the road-kill option
is preferable to dying in prison.
He gets to lead us on a goose chase
before he checks out.
- Fine.
- Exactly.
Hey, Kono, you got me and Danny.
What's up?
I ran a list of Matt Kapule's aliases,
and I got a hit on a credit card
he used two days ago to rent a car.
A red 2012 Altima.
The car that they stashed
Karen in was red.
Right. So we compared
the proof-of-life photo
against the factory specs,
they're the exact same dimensions.
Okay, that's got to be our car.
Did we get a plate?
H.P.D. has birds
in the air looking for it.
Wait. That could take days.
We need to narrow this grid.
We can rule out street parking too.
They wouldn't want
that car getting towed.
Steve's right.
They're gonna hide the car someplace
where it'll go unnoticed.
Someplace people leave cars
for a long time.
Try long-term parking.
I'll get H.P.D. calling in a description
to every long-term
parking structure on the island.
But some log license plates,
some don't.
Have them start on the south end
of the island and work their way up.
- All right?
- Okay. Why?
March dragged us all the way up here
to the Pali Highway.
I figure he wanted to lure us
as far away from Karen as possible.
You got it.
Hey.
Anything?
Security camera caught
our Altima
entering a parking structure
by the airport.
Is it still there?
No record of it leaving,
but the place is roughly five acres.
- The car could be anywhere in there.
- A manual search will take hours.
Our friends over at Norsat
are redirecting a satellite over the lot,
so if Karen's still in the car,
they'll pick her up on thermal imaging.
I think we have something.
- It's a body.
- Let's go.
All right, there it is.
She's alive.
Hey. Hey. You hear me?
This is Detective Danny Williams.
- We need an ambulance right away.
- You're gonna be okay.
So the doctor says, "if this is my pencil,
then where's my thermometer?"
- Brutal.
- You tell me that joke once a month.
- Hey.
- Oh.
Okay, big guy,
what's with the aviator jacket?
It's 162 degrees.
Just got back
from my helicopter lessons.
- Your what?
- I'm sorry. Hold on a second.
You're learning to fly?
You know what Hawaii's
top industry is?
Let me give you a hint.
It ain't shrimp.
Okay. Ahem.
Let me get this straight.
Okay? You think that tourists
are gonna pay you
to take them up
in a flying death trap?
Mm-hm.
I'm creating new revenue streams.
Monetizing my brand.
"Kamekona's.
Come for the shrimp,
stay for the helicopter tour."
- Your slogan needs some work.
- What do you mean it needs work?
Linguistically speaking,
it doesn't flow.
It needs to rhyme.
It doesn't need to rhyme.
I think it's great.
- You can't do a jingle.
- Say it again.
I-- I--
You know what?
Hey.
The very first time I laid eyes on Malia,
was right here on this beach.
I was staying here at the Hilton
while my apartment
was getting repainted.
There she was.
She was riding
these little ankle slappers,
and she still managed
to lose her board.
You know,
I've actually done that myself.
Hmm.
I found her board, of course,
but I told her
she couldn't get it back
until she agreed
to go out to dinner with me.
- Nice. Extortion. It's a good move.
- Mm-hm.
It didn't quite work out, though.
She told me I could keep it.
And then,
about a week later, I get a knock
on my door from some surf shop
saying that the board
is actually theirs,
and I owe them five days rental.
- That's great. The player gets played.
- Yeah.
When she heard the news,
she felt pity on me
and she called me.
That's...
That's...
You hungry?
Bro, I am starving.
All right, let's go.
McGarrett's buying.
McGarrett never buys.
I know. I just wanted
to hear those words out loud.
- Come on.
- Ah.
Don't do it, Max. Ha.
Ha-ha. More jocularity at my expense.
- Great.
- Hey.
Oh. Excuse me.
Hey. What's up?
Um... I bypassed WITSEC
like you asked...
- Where is she?
- She's here.
What do you mean she's here?
Your mother's on Oahu, Steve.
Wait a minute, she came back?
No, she had the plane turn around
right after takeoff.
She never even left the island.
Armed robbery in progress,
Aloha Tower Marketplace.
- He's done, keep moving.
- Uhn.
Come on, get in, get in.
Come on, go, go, go.
All units
suspects are eastbound
from the Aloha Tower Marketplace
in a gray taxi.
Two Bravo, 140,
we're pursuing suspect
vehicle northbound on Richards Street.
Two Bravo, 140,
do we have a current direction
of travel?
Negative. We lost sight of him
in the area of Richards and King.
Dispatch, be advised,
we no longer have the gray taxi.
Repeat, we have lost the suspects.
How do you recover
from something like that?
You don't.
Cath, I need a favor.
Of course.
I want you to help me
find my mother.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Wait, I thought
you told witness protection
that you wanted her location
kept secret,
- even from you.
- Yeah, I did,
but that was before I found out
that she had a chance to kill Wo Fat
and she didn't do it.
What? But I don't understand.
- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.
The crime lab said she intentionally
fired her weapon into the floor
when Wo Fat confronted her.
She didn't want him hurt.
She let him escape.
I wanna know why.
- And if you don't like the answer?
- I can handle the truth.
This is your mother we're talking about.
Catherine, it's not gonna prevent me
from doing my job, okay?
Look, will you do it?
Will you help me?
- You'll owe me.
- What's new? Add it to my tab.
Don't think I won't.
McGarrett. Yeah, I'm on the way.
Three armed male suspects
knocked over an art gallery.
One guy got shot
as they were making off
and holed up in that store over there.
Between employees and customers,
we're estimating
at least a dozen hostages.
He make any demands yet?
Yeah. He says he's willing
to give up one of the hostages
if we send in some medical help.
If he's really badly wounded,
it might be safer for the hostages
- if we just wait him out.
- I like that.
The Gandhi approach. We sit back,
let him bleed out. Situation resolved.
Problem with that is we need him alive
so we can flip him
for the names of his partners.
I'm gonna need a vest.
Vest, please.
- You don't know what my plan is.
- I know you.
Any plan you have
is going to involve me
- in potential serious bodily harm.
- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about this.
Over the years, our marriage
has become predictable.
- Okay, so,
- You know--?
What's the plan?
Well, he wants a paramedic.
We're gonna give him a paramedic.
Let's go.
Let's go. Nice and slow.
Turn around.
Put your kit on the floor.
Now.
Make a move,
and I put a hole in you.
Mister,
that wound looks pretty nasty.
- I wouldn't waste time if I were you.
- And I'd shut up if I were you.
Turn around.
Look, you're gonna die
unless you let me help you.
- What's in there?
- Medical supplies.
Kick it over.
Freeze. Freeze.
- Stay down.
- I'll kill her, I swear to God.
You're not gonna get out of here alive.
- Put it down.
- Get them out of here.
- Listen, just let her go, huh?
- Back off.
You're dying. Let us
help you. It's not worth it, buddy.
Back off, or you're gonna be
wearing her blood.
- What did you do?
- What did I--? I didn't do anything.
You didn't have to.
He's dead.
Mr. Strathern, you said the men
who robbed your gallery
didn't take any cash.
- They wanted what was in the safe?
- Right.
They stole some of
our more expensive lithographs.
Did you recognize any of these men?
No. No, they were wearing masks.
Why do you ask?
Because if they targeted
something specific in your safe,
they could have been disgruntled
employees or business partners.
I-- I don't have partners.
My grandfather opened up
the first shop back in 1946.
It's been family-run ever since.
Okay,
I'm gonna need you to do
an inventory of everything
that was taken.
Of course.
I'll have a list for you in a few hours.
You were very lucky back there,
my friend.
- I'm sorry, lucky?
- Mm-hm.
First of all,
luck had nothing to do with it.
- I had the situation under control.
- Oh, okay.
- Well, you are something else.
- Right.
You must have known our suspect
was gonna bleed to death
while threatening to kill a hostage.
You're good. You're really good.
Let me ask you a question. How much
money do I have in my wallet, Kreskin?
Or should I say,
the Amazing McGarrett?
You done?
Because I wanna see who's calling me.
Don't you know who's calling you?
- I do. It's Max.
- You're lying.
I'm not lying, I have caller ID.
You're a fraud.
Yes, Max?
Got to give these art aficionados credit.
By torching the getaway car,
they basically burned our chances
of getting DNA, prints, anything.
- Gentlemen.
- Peg leg.
A peg leg is a prosthesis often made of
wood and portrayed in pirate movies.
A cane, such as the one I'm using,
is a mobility aid.
And ballistic trauma is not something
to be making fun of, Detective Williams.
I knew I should have just said hello.
What do we got, Max?
I haven't had the time to make
many preliminary observations.
However, I can tell you that the victim
appears to be male and mid-40s.
Oh.
Seeing as he looks like
something that belongs
at the bottom of an ashtray,
I'm gonna say
that the cause of death was,
and this is just a guess, fire.
- Ehhh.
- Wow.
Because that wasn't obnoxious at all.
I was only trying to participate
in the jocularity.
You know what,
never mind Mr. Negativity.
I thought it was funny.
Okay, so if fire didn't kill this guy,
what did?
Well, in all probability,
the gunshot wound to the rear
of the cranium was the culprit.
All right, using a taxi
as a getaway vehicle.
It's the perfect way
to blend into mall traffic.
Idles by the curb, nobody asks
any questions. These guys are slick.
Maybe your boy crispy here
- picked up the wrong fare.
- No way.
The way H.P.D. described the chase,
this guy was in on it.
Once he did his part,
his partners double-crossed him.
Commander McGarrett is correct.
Our victim was no ordinary cab driver.
- How do you know?
- Because this is no ordinary cab.
Whoa. You're not kidding.
That's a high-performance racing
engine with a full nitrous system.
This thing was painted up
to look like a taxi.
Yes, with 763 horsepower,
the H.P.D. didn't have any chance.
Max, I'm gonna need an ID
on this guy as soon as possible.
You got it.
I knew you wouldn't sit still for long.
I just can't be at home right now.
Two years ago,
I thought I lost Malia forever.
It was this job
that brought her back to me.
That was time
I thought I'd never have with her.
And I will always be so grateful.
There's no need
to feel sorry for me, coz.
I'll see her again.
- If there's anything...
- I know.
Hey, you lD'd our dead
hostage taker from the mall.
Yeah, name's George Solani.
He's an ex-con with priors
for armed robbery and assault.
I also checked
into his past associates
to see if we might get a match
on our two outstanding suspects.
The trouble is, his old crime partners
are deceased or already in jail.
So obviously he found a new crew.
Yeah.
Hey,
you are not supposed to be here.
So I hear.
Thanks for being there
for me this morning.
Come on, man. Of course.
That's what family's for.
You all right?
Yeah. Come on.
- Let's get to work.
- All right.
What's the latest?
Our gallery owner, Karl Strathern,
sent me photos of the lithographs
that were stolen during the heist.
Did he give you an estimated value?
Thirty thousand, retail.
- Thirty thousand?
- Yeah.
Anyone else find that strange?
Those guys went to a lot of trouble
for 30K.
The car alone's
worth more than the entire take.
Why kill a cop and risk life in prison
for 30 stacks?
It doesn't make any sense.
Unless he thought the lithos
were originals and worth a lot more.
Okay, even if these geniuses made
a mistake and stole the cheap stuff,
they still have to fence
what they took.
There can't be a very large customer
base for stolen art on the island.
That's true,
but luckily we know somebody
who used to run in those circles.
Hey, buddy.
I hope you're wearing sunblock.
Yeah. Skin cancer? Bring it on.
My age, it doesn't matter.
You know, the one regret I have, having
lived on this island my whole life...
...I never learned to surf.
It's never too late to start.
- Tell that to my knees.
- Tell it to the rest of your body too.
- I'm just saying.
- Say it to yourself, blondie.
You basically called yourself old
when we sat down.
Yeah, yeah, that's my business.
Yeah. As an aging man,
my time is at a premium.
So, what brings you here,
or did you just want to sit here
posing as garage sale bookends?
Here.
Well, let me guess.
You wanna know if I know this man.
- Yes.
- Do you?
What? This is a thing now?
You come to me for help?
A simple yes or no will suffice, March.
I almost got shot
last time I helped you.
I almost get shot every day.
It's no fun. I agree.
Listen, March, your help brought
down a diamond smuggling ring.
Yeah, according to the papers,
those diamonds disappeared
along with the killer of your suspect.
We'll find the shooter.
We always do.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, obviously the girl
was in over her head.
Which brings us back
to why you're here
with a picture of a dead man
on your phone.
Anything you tell us is confidential.
You know that.
No. I do not know this man.
- Enjoy the rest of your day.
- We're not done.
- Oh, joy.
- Okay.
Did you hear about the art gallery
robbery this morning?
- I was here all morning.
- That was not an accusation.
Hah. Sorry, habit.
An art gallery was hit
this morning on Ala Moana.
- Yeah?
- An H.P.D. officer was killed.
All right?
That dead guy on the phone,
he was part of the crew
that took down the score.
- Sounds like sloppy work to me.
- Was sloppy, sloppy and stupid.
These guys went to a lot of trouble
to get their hands
on $30,000 worth of lithographs.
That sound strange to you?
Well, it all depends
on the quality of the lithos.
If these mutts
knew what they were doing,
the art can be aged and reframed
and then sold as originals
to naive new-money types.
Okay, so if I wanted to unload
something like that,
who would I go to see
to broker a deal?
The only fence I know is yours truly.
And as you know,
I'm out of the business.
But because I'm willing
to do you two nudniks a favor,
and I cherish my me time
and hope that you'll soon disappear,
I'll make a few inquiries.
Good. Thank you.
Did you...? You said "me time"?
Yeah, I said "me time."
Starting now.
- It's my subtle way of saying bug off.
- Okay.
That was fast.
I got to run.
Got a briefing with my SAC
in a half hour.
Oh, come on.
At least give me a chance
to win some of my money back.
Wish I could.
I'll see you back at the shop.
Thanks for the early Christmas bonus.
Ahem.
- You looking for someone to play with?
Ha-ha-ha. Seriously?
Rack them.
What are you drinking?
Whatever you're buying.
Say hello to our cab driver.
Any luck identifying him?
Well, not yet,
but this is fortuitous timing
because I'm actually
going to examine his skull
right now.
Why'd you boil his face off, Max?
Huh? Why?
And why are you now playing laser tag
with his skull?
Well, by stripping off
the charred tissue,
I am able to rebuild a computerized
approximation of the victim's face
by taking an accurate digital scan
of his skull.
Oh.
Oh, my.
- "Oh, my" what? Do you know him?
- It's Tyler MacNamara.
Who's Tyler MacNamara?
He's retired now,
but during his heyday,
he was the best stock car driver
in the racing circuit.
That explains how he evaded police.
But not why he partook
in the armed robbery.
The man made millions
winning races and endorsements.
Something brought him
out of retirement to drive again.
All right, with the unlocked door
and the half-eaten egg sandwich
on the dining room table,
it's safe to say that MacNamara
left in a hurry this morning.
Everybody take a room.
Let's see if we can find some intel
of opportunity to work off.
This place is very nice.
Does not look to me like this guy
was hurting for money.
Background check said
that MacNamara went
through a divorce last year.
Maybe the house
is all he ended up with.
So he gets beat up
by his wife in the divorce,
she splits,
takes all his cash and prizes,
and he hits an art gallery?
I can relate, but I'm not buying it.
Yeah, me neither.
MacNamara's background
say he have any kids?
Yeah, he's got a daughter
named Karen.
The kid has a bedroom upstairs.
Clothes are in the closet.
We need to find her.
Guys, in here.
I found this on the desk.
Daddy, please do what they say.
I'm so scared.
No wonder MacNamara
drove the getaway car.
- They have his daughter.
- Please do what they say.
Is my daughter still alive?
At this point, we have no evidence
to lead us to believe that she is not.
When was the last time
you spoke to Karen?
Um... A couple days ago.
She was gonna spend the weekend
at her father's place.
She loves the beach
in front of his house.
Have you noticed any changes
in your daughter's life recently?
- Changes?
- Yeah, changes.
No new friends maybe?
Sometimes in these cases,
the victim will know their abductor.
Uh...
Uh...
- Karen had a new boyfriend.
- Okay.
I disapproved.
- Why?
- He was older.
He worked at the automotive shop
on King Street.
I just got a really bad feeling
the first time I met him.
Well, what's his name?
George.
- George Solani?
- Yes.
Do you know him?
Do you think he's involved?
We think he is.
Oh, my God.
- Wait, you're Irish?
- Yeah.
- No way.
- This mick bleeds Kelly green, honey.
What's with the trailer-park drawl?
Well, I'm Irish
by way of DeKalb, Illinois.
Uh-huh. Home of barbed wire.
And Cindy Crawford.
Bet you had a poster of her
on your wall.
- Ha-ha. Right above my bed.
- No.
- Yeah. Uh-huh.
- Oh. Ha-ha.
Little tacky, I know,
but I was 11 years old, you know.
There's no perv ruling
on preteens.
Maybe not in DeKalb.
- And what is that supposed to mean?
- Let me guess.
You lived right off of Main Street,
had a house with a white picket fence
and a dog named Spot.
Guinness,
and she was a chocolate Lab,
and it was Fernwood Avenue,
with a chain-link fence,
- two blocks off of Main Street.
- I was close.
You're pretty good at this.
So, Irish from Illinois who wanted
to grow up and marry Cindy Crawford,
what brought you out
to this little rock?
- Uncle Sam.
- You're in the military?
I was in the military,
six years with the Army,
25th Infantry Division.
Duty, honor, country.
And now? What do you do
when you're not hustling
poor, innocent girls
out of their pay check?
Heh. I work for the government.
Mm. So do I.
Or at least it feels that way every April
when I'm filing my tax returns.
Well, I'm Irish
by way of DeKalb, Illinois.
- Home of barbed wire.
- And Cindy Crawford.
Let me guess.
You lived right off of Main Street,
had a house
with a white picket fence
and a dog named Spot.
Guinness,
and she was a chocolate Lab,
and it was Fernwood Avenue,
with a chain-link fence,
- two blocks off of Main Street.
- I was close.
Heh. You're pretty good at this.
Anything on Solani?
We pulled security video
from the auto shop that he worked at.
We found footage of him talking
to two men who fit the description
of our suspects
from the gallery heist.
- They ever turn around?
- No, these two are clearly camera shy.
Yeah, but we did manage
to isolate some distinctive tattoos
on their necks and forearms
to help us ID them.
And we got a hit.
Matt and Tony Kapule.
These guys are bad news.
All their priors are class A felonies.
Do we have a current address?
According to H.P.D.,
these two are MIA.
Okay, so how do we find them?
Oh. The only thing you're gonna find
on me is a few blood thinners.
I don't care what he says.
Just take care of it.
Kimo.
Yeah, I don't know if you're paying
these guys by the spoken word,
but if so, you really got
a great deal with that guy.
Yeah, he doesn't talk much,
but he listens well.
Ah.
It's not every day
I get a visit from a man
of your reputation and status,
Mr. March.
So, what can I do for you, my friend?
I got a job I need a little help with.
How many airbags
you got in this boat?
- Why?
- The way you're driving,
- I want as much protection as I can get.
- Okay, can we please focus?
All right? I'm all jammed up here.
I'm getting cramps.
You're like the annoying kid in the car
who keeps saying,
"We there yet, we there yet?"
Patience.
Well, are we there yet?
I asked my old associate
if he knew the Kapule brothers.
Heh. He not only knew them,
he told me where to find them.
- Well, where would that be?
- Sand Island.
They got a warehouse there
that they use
as a drop for their heists.
Five-O.
In here.
This one's dead.
This one's alive.
Where is she?
Where is Karen? Huh?
Where is Karen? Is she still alive?
What did you do with her?
- This is Chin Ho Kelly with Five-O...
- Where are you holding her?
Hey, hey, do not die.
Do not die on me. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Where is Ka--?
Steve, Danny.
What do you got, Chin?
These are the lithographs
that were stolen this morning.
This is everything?
It's everything on the gallery owner,
Strathern's, list.
Wait a minute. Why kill the Kapule
brothers and leave all the art behind?
Well, maybe they were killed
buying something else.
Miscreants like these
tend to stack up enemies, right?
- Hey, guys.
- Yeah.
You need to see this.
Okay, so our vics took photos
of Strathern's safe and its contents
weeks ago. Check out the date stamp.
Ooh. Back up. How'd they get access
to that safe to begin with?
Maybe they were working
with someone on the inside.
Or maybe they were the inside job.
Take a look.
- See that reflection?
- Yeah.
That's one of the brothers.
He's wearing a shirt that says
"Pale Security."
Those guys install safes
and security systems.
- I see their trucks all over town.
- So that's it.
These guys pose as employees
so they can get in and case the safe.
Hold on a second, widen out again.
Let me see that.
Okay, Strathern said his safe
was cleaned out, right?
- Yeah, why?
- Because these two pieces right here,
they were not on Strathern's list
of art that was stolen.
Why wouldn't he report that?
Turns out these two paintings,
along with half a dozen others,
were stolen from an art dealer here on
the island back on December 7th, 1941.
That's the day
Pearl Harbor was attacked.
It was reported that the thieves
broke in and stole the paintings
while the owner was out
helping search for survivors.
And because of their extreme value,
the HSI inherited the investigation.
Why would Strathern
have these in his safe?
Strathern told me that his grandfather
started the gallery in the '40s.
Prior to that, there's no record of him
owning his own business.
Okay, so Grandpa, he takes advantage
of one of the worst days
in this country's history,
steals these paintings,
among others,
sells a few,
starts his own little dynasty.
Wait a minute.
You think Strathern knew
where his grandfather got
these pieces?
It would certainly explain why he's been
keeping them hidden all these years.
Then Strathern knows more
than he's told us
- about the heist.
- Yeah.
And about the kidnapping
of Karen MacNamara.
Seriously,
where does Strathern think he's going?
I think this tells us
everything we need to know.
Why do they always run?
Because they are hoping
that the person chasing them
is gonna end up wrapped around
a telephone pole, which is possible.
Strathern, get out of the car.
Get out.
Turn around. Turn around.
Where's Karen?
I don't know who you're
talking about. Who's Karen?
All right, turn around.
Hey.
What'd you do, conveniently forgot
to tell us about these?
Listen to me very carefully.
Unless you wanna go down
for the kidnapping of Karen MacNamara
and the murder of her father,
I suggest you tell us
what the hell is going on right now.
Look, I already told you,
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't do that.
Do not waste our time, okay?
We already know about
your grandfather and his sticky fingers.
- Okay?
- You don't get it, do you?
I'm the victim here.
That robbery this morning
was a front to extort me for money.
The Kapule brothers stole
those paintings because they knew
you would pay big money
to keep your family's secret?
Why? Why did you keep
those paintings? Huh?
Why didn't you destroy them?
They're a liability, evidence of a crime.
Why keep them?
Those paintings were originals,
priceless.
I couldn't bring myself
to destroy them.
- How'd you get them back?
- I paid the thieves what they asked.
- When?
- Just now.
- When just now?
- Less than a half an hour ago.
Oh, that's impossible.
Because the Kapule brothers,
they've been dead for over two hours.
- Who'd you pay the money to?
- I don't know, I never met him before.
Everything was done over the phone.
He made me wire money
to an account in the Cayman's
before he provided me with a drop spot
to pick up the paintings.
I got something.
It's just a partial, but based
on the oil composition and layering,
it came from the last person
to touch this painting.
Okay.
- We got a hit.
- Who is it?
A guy named August March.
You know him?
What's this all about, McGarrett?
Why are you treating me like this?
Huh? What's this?
It's a ballistics report.
It shows that the bullet
that killed Angela Branson--
The girl that got in over her head
stealing diamonds.
Do you remember her?
--Matches the slugs that we pulled out
of the Kapule brothers.
- So?
- So...
...the same gun was used
for all three murders.
Oh.
If you found out
who killed that poor girl
they fished out of the harbor,
good for you.
Look, I'm tired.
- I'd just like to go home now.
- Do me a favor, please.
Okay? It was cute for a minute,
but the helpless grandfather thing
is not gonna work for you anymore.
Hey, March, you, uh...?
You recognize this?
- No.
- You should, because it belongs to you.
This gun is the gun
that was used to kill Angela
and the Kapule brothers,
and we found it in your apartment.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- I'm an old man with lots of enemies.
Mm-hm.
I needed protection.
I got that gun off the street.
I didn't have time
to check on its history.
Nice try.
I personally think that the extortion
method was definitely the way to go.
Why go through the trouble of fencing
a couple of high-profile paintings
when you could just sell them back
to the owner?
You don't know
what I'm talking about.
- No idea.
- No idea.
Any idea how your prints
ended up on the stolen artwork?
No.
I mean, gloves,
that's what I would have done.
I mean, I figure an old pro like you
would know to wear gloves.
Thirty years in prison
made you rusty, March.
- Maybe it's just old age.
- Maybe.
- I'm not going back to jail.
- I don't think you have a choice.
What are my options?
I don't think you understand.
You don't have any options.
You're going back behind bars
where you belong.
There are always options.
What if I took you to where
the Kapule brothers hid Karen?
Uh-uh. No, no. You're bluffing.
Mm.
Look at the last photo.
That's time-stamped five hours ago.
Tell me Karen's still alive.
Of course she is.
I've always got an ace up my sleeve
when I play poker.
- All right. Get up.
- Get up.
Over there. Pull over.
I'll take you to her.
Where is she?
This way.
It's just up there to the left.
- Hey!
- Oh-ho!
I understand, sir.
ME's office scooped up
what was left of March.
H.P.D.'s gonna comb the area
and canvass out.
- We're not gonna find Karen out here.
- Oh, you call me Mr. Negativity?
Danny, March played us.
He led us out here knowing
he was gonna jump in front
of that truck.
- Sometimes suicide is impulsive.
- Nothing about March was impulsive.
He was always thinking
two moves ahead.
And the minute we caught him,
the minute, he decided
he was going out on his own terms.
I guess at that age, the road-kill option
is preferable to dying in prison.
He gets to lead us on a goose chase
before he checks out.
- Fine.
- Exactly.
Hey, Kono, you got me and Danny.
What's up?
I ran a list of Matt Kapule's aliases,
and I got a hit on a credit card
he used two days ago to rent a car.
A red 2012 Altima.
The car that they stashed
Karen in was red.
Right. So we compared
the proof-of-life photo
against the factory specs,
they're the exact same dimensions.
Okay, that's got to be our car.
Did we get a plate?
H.P.D. has birds
in the air looking for it.
Wait. That could take days.
We need to narrow this grid.
We can rule out street parking too.
They wouldn't want
that car getting towed.
Steve's right.
They're gonna hide the car someplace
where it'll go unnoticed.
Someplace people leave cars
for a long time.
Try long-term parking.
I'll get H.P.D. calling in a description
to every long-term
parking structure on the island.
But some log license plates,
some don't.
Have them start on the south end
of the island and work their way up.
- All right?
- Okay. Why?
March dragged us all the way up here
to the Pali Highway.
I figure he wanted to lure us
as far away from Karen as possible.
You got it.
Hey.
Anything?
Security camera caught
our Altima
entering a parking structure
by the airport.
Is it still there?
No record of it leaving,
but the place is roughly five acres.
- The car could be anywhere in there.
- A manual search will take hours.
Our friends over at Norsat
are redirecting a satellite over the lot,
so if Karen's still in the car,
they'll pick her up on thermal imaging.
I think we have something.
- It's a body.
- Let's go.
All right, there it is.
She's alive.
Hey. Hey. You hear me?
This is Detective Danny Williams.
- We need an ambulance right away.
- You're gonna be okay.
So the doctor says, "if this is my pencil,
then where's my thermometer?"
- Brutal.
- You tell me that joke once a month.
- Hey.
- Oh.
Okay, big guy,
what's with the aviator jacket?
It's 162 degrees.
Just got back
from my helicopter lessons.
- Your what?
- I'm sorry. Hold on a second.
You're learning to fly?
You know what Hawaii's
top industry is?
Let me give you a hint.
It ain't shrimp.
Okay. Ahem.
Let me get this straight.
Okay? You think that tourists
are gonna pay you
to take them up
in a flying death trap?
Mm-hm.
I'm creating new revenue streams.
Monetizing my brand.
"Kamekona's.
Come for the shrimp,
stay for the helicopter tour."
- Your slogan needs some work.
- What do you mean it needs work?
Linguistically speaking,
it doesn't flow.
It needs to rhyme.
It doesn't need to rhyme.
I think it's great.
- You can't do a jingle.
- Say it again.
I-- I--
You know what?
Hey.
The very first time I laid eyes on Malia,
was right here on this beach.
I was staying here at the Hilton
while my apartment
was getting repainted.
There she was.
She was riding
these little ankle slappers,
and she still managed
to lose her board.
You know,
I've actually done that myself.
Hmm.
I found her board, of course,
but I told her
she couldn't get it back
until she agreed
to go out to dinner with me.
- Nice. Extortion. It's a good move.
- Mm-hm.
It didn't quite work out, though.
She told me I could keep it.
And then,
about a week later, I get a knock
on my door from some surf shop
saying that the board
is actually theirs,
and I owe them five days rental.
- That's great. The player gets played.
- Yeah.
When she heard the news,
she felt pity on me
and she called me.
That's...
That's...
You hungry?
Bro, I am starving.
All right, let's go.
McGarrett's buying.
McGarrett never buys.
I know. I just wanted
to hear those words out loud.
- Come on.
- Ah.
Don't do it, Max. Ha.
Ha-ha. More jocularity at my expense.
- Great.
- Hey.
Oh. Excuse me.
Hey. What's up?
Um... I bypassed WITSEC
like you asked...
- Where is she?
- She's here.
What do you mean she's here?
Your mother's on Oahu, Steve.
Wait a minute, she came back?
No, she had the plane turn around
right after takeoff.
She never even left the island.