All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-0 (2010) S09E23

Uh-uh.

Why are you uh-uh-ing?
See, there's no room

for conversation here.
- Oh.

So it's like that, huh?

You-You're just gonna
just tell me how it is.

I'm not telling you.
I didn't make the rules.

There's prom rules, right?

There's rules.
Your son picks my daughter up.

Okay, there's corsages.

There's photographs.
They go to the dance.

They come home.
Maybe a kiss

on the cheek, and then
that's it. That's it.

Huh. I'm surprised
you didn't want them

to shake hands at the end.

- They can do that.
- For my own clarity...

Okay.
...this corsage bringing

and photographs and all of that,
that takes place at your house?

Yeah. I mean, I don't see
what the difference is, but yeah.

Oh, you don't see what
the difference... Good, good.

If you don't see
what the difference is,

how about you arrange
for the limousine.

And that way

I can sit at my house
in my easy chair

while all the corsage business
and photographs

takes place at my house.
How about that?

Why don't, um,

Grace and Will just
meet at the dance?

There we go. Problem solved.

No. See, I'm with Danny

on this one. I-I always think
that a boy should pick up a girl

no matter what.

- That's my guy.
- That's right.

I hope this doesn't
mean that you think

that you're driving tomorrow
night. That's not gonna happen.

Wait, hold up.

- What's tomorrow?
- What?

Oh, nothing. We're just
gonna go to a wedding.

Joons is doing me a favor,

and he's gonna be my plus-one.

Why are you looking at me
like that? That's...

- It's a platonic plus-one.
- Mm-hmm.

Obviously.

Don't. You don't need
to do that, guys.

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

You guys are so weird sometimes.

Hey.

Look who it is. Little
sis is back in town.

Sorry we're late.
Hey.

Baggage claim was crazy.

Took forever to get
her stuff. You know.

Huh?

Yeah, like it's my fault.

No, no.
I'm not blaming you.

No, hey, don't listen
to him. We don't.

How are you? Aw. It's good to see you.
You're right on time.

Nice to see you. Hi.
Welcome back, Mary.

Hey, uh, Junior, Tani,

this is my kid sis, Mary.
Hi.

It's nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. Hello.

Hi. Hello.
Nice.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.
New friends. Good-looking.

Yeah, they're young
and hip and... Mm-hmm.

Able to keep you in touch
and make you look old.

- It's a bonus.
- Mm-hmm, yep.

- Yep.
- Speaking of kids, how's Joanie?

- She's got to be, what, five, six now?
- She's six.

- It's crazy.
- She's six years old.

Thanks for asking.
But she's away at her very first

Girl Scout camp retreat,

so I came here - Yeah.
for a little, short trip.

And that's why I took
a couple days off.

You know, fill the freezer

with mint chip mochi ice creams

and just, you know.

- Nice. You remembered.
- Yeah.

Not that you're gonna be
there to eat them, but yeah,

I remembered.
Uh-oh.

- I knew you were still mad.
- I'm not mad.

- Yes, you are.
- You're totally mad.

Right?
Look at your vein.

You're mad. That vein. Yeah.

Why are you mad? Why is he mad?

Why am I mad?

'Cause I got an Airbnb

'cause I'm freaking allergic

to the cat that he adopted.
- Didn't adopt a cat.

I offered to board the cat

'cause he was gonna
leave it on the street

to fend for itself,
and that won't do.

Okay? I'm just saying,

if there's another reason you
don't want to stay with me...

...then just don't blame it
on Mr. Pickles. That's all.

Maybe, uh, you know, she thinks
it's a little crowded.

You got a Navy SEAL in the
guest room. You got a dog

on the couch.

Yeah, it's like it's
a full house, all right?

- Okay.
- So, I'm looking forward to this Airbnb

'cause it's just nice,
right? New.

So new it doesn't
even have one review.

Not one. No one's
said anything about it.

It may not even exist.

- It's probably a be a disaster.
- I think you're a disaster.

Maybe you should stop
adopting animals.

- No-no disrespect.
- I'm just happy to be here.

Yep. Good to be
home, huh, Mary?

- Just say yes.
- Yes.

Hey, you can't
park there, buddy.

Taxis only.

Hi.

You don't mind if we play music, right?
Uh...

Oh, my gosh, babe.

This is my song!

Yes!

Uh, ma'am, does
this look right?

No.

Oh! See that bakery up-up there?

- Is that where you're going?
- No.

But they have
a lovely haupia pie.

Brah, I'm gonna puke.

Uh, okay.

Wait, wait.

No, I'm not.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yes!

- Message him.
- Yes!

- Swipe left.
- Yes, girl.

Sir, wake up. This is your stop.

Thank you.
Have a good night.

Thank you.

You've reached Diane.
Leave a message,

and make it a good one.
- Hey, babe.

Uh, I'm just finishing up.
I'll be home soon.

Love you.

Dude, not how this
works. Use the app.

Plus, I'm done for tonight.

Drive. Now.

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x23 ♪
Ho‘okāhi no lā o ka malihini
elderman ==
@elder_man

Oh, good morning, Ms. Rey.

Are you all set for your
big wedding tonight?

I am, yes. And I noticed,
actually, your eyebrows

had a lot to say
about the matter

when it was brought up
yesterday.

So you think you can
read my eyebrows?

Child, please.

Better try Sanskrit.
It'd be easier.

All right.

Okay, all right,
fine. I-I'll admit

I was mildly curious
when I heard

that you invited Junior to be
your plus-one to a wedding.

By the way, you know when you
invite somebody to a wedding,

that's usually
considered a date.

Yes.

That is true, but in this case,
Junior knows that we're going

as friends,
and he's just fine with it.

He's cool with it.
He said so himself.

He can say so until the
moon turns to green cheese.

I see how that
boy looks at you.

All right, look.

You two are grown.

I'm not trying to get
in your business.

All I'm trying
to say to you is

it might seem like Junior's a
great, big, tough Navy SEAL,

and he is, but inside
that man's chest

beats the heart
of a puppy dog.

Just be careful.

Lou, it's 2019.

I would hope
that gender politics

have evolved at least
to the point where men and women

can just be friends.

Again with the eyebrows.

You know... You...

Yeah, Duke.

Oh.

Okay. Okay, we're on the way.

Look at you,
forced to drive your own car.

McGarrett must
really have the day off.

Yeah. Can't you tell
I'm glowing?

I feel peaceful.

Yeah? Well, I think whatever

we're about to hear'll wipe
that glow right off your face.

He's right. HPD got a call

from a woman whose boyfriend
didn't come home last night.

He was working the night shift

driving for that
Coast rideshare app.

We traced his sedan,
and we found it here.

Rideshare app.

Since when did it become okay

for any Tom, Dick and Harry
to just hop right into your car?

Well, in this case, it wasn't.

Thanks.

The driver took
two gunshot wounds.

All right. Well, do we have a
line on any Tom, Dick or Harry?

'Cause seems to me
like the passenger

would be a likely suspect.
- Yeah.

That would be a great theory,
but there's one problem.

Passenger
took two bullets himself.

Twist.

What the hell happened here?

I don't know, but Duke's got
something you guys need to see.

Drive.

Driver's a
local named Sam Pukahi.

The hostage taker
is Carter Hill.

According to his license,
he's from New Jersey.

All right, well, that explains

why he doesn't have a car.

Does not explain why he
stuck somebody up with a knife.

Well, judging by the way he
was behaving on that video,

I don't think Mr. Hill
was thinking very clearly.

Seemed really desperate.

He might have been
trying to get away

from a desperate
situation, himself.

So our driver was

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Could be.

Our victims
have one thing in common.

The bullets that killed them

are all .22 caliber.

Okay, here's a theory. Hill's
on the run from someone.

That someone catches up to him

and shoots both men dead.

That's the case, then Hill

is the, uh, target.

The driver's the collateral.

So, here's one thing I
don't understand, though.

Why would he put Hill
in the trunk

and then just leave
the other body out?

We can ask the killer
that when we find him.

In the meantime, we need to
find out a little bit more

about Mr. Hill.

Why was he on the island?

So, Adam did look into Hill.

The guy's got no record.

But Carter Hill
turns out to be

a mid-level marketing executive
from Jersey City.

He's in town

for a conference
on digital analytics

and consumer research
statistics.

So, the guy

who abducts a rideshare driver
at knifepoint

and gets dumped in the trunk

of a car

is some middle-management exec

- here talking about statistics?
- Yeah.

And he ended up becoming one.

Look, abducting a driver
at knifepoint,

that's a crazy thing to do.

We need to figure out
what made Hill so desperate

that it compelled him

to do something like that.

Why don't you take the day off

like you said
you were going to, okay?

Go be with your sister.
Fly a kite.

- Have a life. Something, please.
- Excuse me.

I have a life. I'm on my way
to meet Mary for breakfast right now.

Good.

Actually, are you sure
she wants to hang out with you?

'Cause it seemed to me
like she wanted some alone time.

Do you realize

that this whole situation
is your fault?

Right?

If you'd have just taken
that cat in the first place,

my sister wouldn't have to stay
at a stranger's house.

I'll take credit for it,
'cause it seemed to me

that she was thrilled to be
staying at a stranger's house.

No, no, she's not thrilled,
all right?

May-Maybe she's
grudgingly accepting.

I would call it grudgingly
accepting of the situation.

No, no, no, I think
you grudgingly accepted

the situation.
She was completely fine with it.

Says you.

Good rebuttal, Steve.

Hey, Mary's calling
on the other line.

I got to go.
I'll call you later.

Hey, Mary, how you doing?

- Where are you, at the diner?
- No.

I'm not. Um, we need
to take a rain check,

and you need

to come here right away.
- What are you talking about? Why?

Last night
after you dropped me off,

I was walking
to the grocery store,

and I met the guy
across the street, Ben Miller.

He couldn't have been sweeter,

and I told him how much
I was loving the Airbnb,

and he told me
about a Thai restaurant,

and everything was great.

Then last night I'm sitting

out on the lanai,
and I see Ben... pissed.

He's screaming
at some other guy,

and they're
clearly talking about me,

because they're pointing
and they're waving,

and it's very strange.

Right?

Okay. Well, I can see

how that would be
unsettling for you,

but it's not really
any of your business, Mary.

Well, they made it my business,
because it turns out

Mystery Man is the Airbnb host,

and he's so sorry,
but I have to leave here

by 6:00 p.m.

So that Ben Miller guy,

he stabbed me in the back.

I mean, can you believe that?

Yeah, kind of.

I mean, Airbnb's are
technically illegal here,

and the locals hate them--
it's possible that Ben

didn't know that his neighbor

was renting
this joint out online

until you told him about it.

I was so nice to him.

Look, it's fine.
I'll take Pickles to a kennel.

You can pop an allergy pill

on the way to my place, Mary.
Come on.

Steve, how long
have you known me?

You're not gonna leave
that house, are you?

No, I'm not gonna leave,
because I really like this place

and I paid for it, okay?

I'm not gonna let some jerk
intimidate me

into spending my vacation

fighting off anaphylactic shock
at your house.

You know, in fact...

I need you to make a stop
on your way here, please.

Okay.

Morning.

Hi.

Thought I would surprise you
with some malasadas

from Leonard's.

Oh. Wow, that's...
Oh. This is my brother,

- Steve.
- Hello.

Yeah. Check them out.

So good.

- Um... uh...
- Look at this house!

- You have a great house.
- Thanks. You, uh...

Freakin' huge.
...you didn't have to,

with...

Of course I had to.
You've been so generous.

I mean, you gave
me that great

restaurant recommendation.
Can I...?

I do know you're the one trying
to get me kicked out,

but hey, it's okay.

I didn't come
here to fight.

Um, who wants
an Airbnb'er

living, you know,
across the street?

- Right. Yes.
- Right? I get it.

- Technically, it is illegal.
- R-Right.

You know, if you
wanted to report it...

my brother's the
head of Five-O.

You could report
it right now.

By the way...

not for nothin',

but these are really good--
you should try one.

I'm a single
mom, and, uh,

I don't really get
a lot of time to myself,

but this weekend
I have two nights.

Okay? And that
house over there,

it has the most beautiful
outdoor rain forest shower.

I saw it.

It's beautiful.

It's done
really nicely.

- Very relaxing.
- It's amazing.

I mean, as much as I love my
brother, he just doesn't have

a beautiful rain shower--
though he does have a lot of pets.

Looks like
you know something

about having pets, too, huh?

Oh. Yeah, we, um...

well, we have a cat.

I've got a cat.

So, what do
you say?

Could you put up with a very quiet,
law-abiding neighbor

for just one more day?

When in doubt,
use the "single mom" card.

Works every time, I mean.

It might have taken
a little bit

of emotional manipulation,
but I think Ben

is actually a reasonable guy.

Oh, yeah?
I do.

I think Ben's
a liar.

- You do?
- Yep.

Wait.

- What?
- He doesn't have a cat.

Did you have any allergic
reaction over there?

No.

- No. You're fine.
- But that's so weird.

Why would Ben lie
about having a cat?

I don't know.

Okay, so maybe it's not
just that he doesn't like

having strangers around--
maybe he's hiding something.

It's possible. It's also possible he's just
a guy who lied about having a cat.

- But why?
- Mary, I don't know.

It's just what happens.
I'll tell you one thing, though.

It doesn't make him
interesting,

and it definitely
doesn't make him worth

talking about when
we're supposed to be spending

the day together.

What the hell?

"We need to talk about Ben
Miller-- behind the banyan tree,

one hour."

Okay. Now, that,

that's interesting.

Let's go,
Murder, She Wrote.

So, here's what we know.
Carter Hill landed on Oahu

three nights ago, spent
the last two days at his

marketing conference,
and then late last night

he becomes Pukahi's passenger,

hostage taker,
and one of the victims

in a double homicide.

He was here with
three colleagues

from the Jersey City-based
company they work for.

No wife, no kids.

Financials indicate

he hardly left the hotel.

All credit card charges
are for on-site restaurant,

bar and coffee shop.

I mean,
not to speak ill

of the dead, but, like...

is there anything interesting
about this man?

- At all?
- It's not much,

but he did make a relatively
sizable withdraw from the ATM

at the hotel
yesterday afternoon.

That's interesting-- $600.

Mm, could be. Or it could be
a great big nothingburger.

What we really need to find out
is what this guy

was doing
last night.

Hey. So, I got something.

CSU found a Wi-Fi-enabled
mileage tracker in Pukahi's car.

It collects location data so that drivers
can figure out their mileage for taxes.

So does that mean that we'll be
able to see where our vics drove

last night?
- Exactly.

This is everywhere Pukahi went
last night during his shift.

I looked into his Coast driver
account, and if we isolate

the beginning
of the hostage taking

as the end of his last paid ride

- around 2:00 a.m.
- If the term

"as the crow flies" refers
to a direct route,

that crow is drunk off its ass.

Yeah, look at that.
Meandering,

loopy, kind of random.

Looks like he's trying
to shake a tail

or... figure out
where to go next.

The red dot is

where he stopped, I assume?
- Yep.

Looks like
he stopped there

for around 15 minutes early on.

You know where that is
specifically?

Kailua. Looks like a back alley.

Okay. It looks like Hill
might not have been

the boring pencil pusher

we thought he was.

Noelani just said
they found cocaine and ecstasy

in his system.

Mm.

Could explain
what the $600 was for.

Yeah. I've seen
this movie before.

Guy blows into town

looking for a good
time, goes out

and gets a little high,

and now he starts flashing
his knot around everywhere.

Next thing you know,
you're getting

the wrong kind of attention
from the wrong kind of people,

and that's where
the trouble begins.

So we just need to figure out
where this guy went partying.

Hill's hotel restaurant charges

were often split
with Austin Matthews,

one of his colleagues
from Jersey City.

- I'll start with him.
- All right,

why don't you guys
go check out what's in that alley.

- Alley duty. Sweet.
- All right.

So, about tonight.
Chivalry aside,

the Hilton is halfway
between both of our houses.

Yes,

I'll admit that meeting there
would be the most efficient way

to do it.
- Also, one thing

I wanted to talk to you about.

There are
gonna be

quite a few...

eligible young
females there,

and I was thinking
that, you know,

maybe we should come up
with some kind of code,

a signal...

for you to...

utilize...
- Mm-hmm.

...um, when you
want me to be...

a wingwoman.

I appreciate it.

But all I want to do is
take advantage of the open bar,

free food,

and dance.
Oh.

We don't have to dance
if you don't...

Oh, no, we're dancing.
You assumed to my face

that I'm a terrible dancer, so
now I have to put you to shame.

Honestly, if you got it,
serve it.

I just don't think you got it.

I guess we'll see, then.

Okay. Serve it.

Uh-oh.

Morning to you, too.

We're working
on a homicide investigation.

Do you recognize this man?

According to his
rideshare history, he was parked

in your alley
for 15 minutes.

Yeah. He checked in
late last night. Paid cash.

Has housekeeping been
to his room yet?

Uh, no. He hasn't
checked out yet.

Trust me,
he's checked out.

- Oh.
- All right, we're gonna need

the key, like, now.

Bingo.

Joons?

If Carter was killed in the car,
then whose blood is that?

So, let me get this straight.

Our Vic rented himself
a motel room

to get high in-- the
whole thing ends up

being a bloodbath? Ooh.

Buzzkill.

Yeah, well, it can't be
Hill's blood,

'cause he bled out
in the trunk of his car

from the gunshot wound,
and there are no other injuries.

Right. So where does the blood
come from? Who's it from?

HPD's interviewing motel guests
as we speak, and so far

no one saw Hill coming or going
with anyone last night.

Well, sorry to pile on
the bad news,

but I talked to Austin Matthews,
Hill's friend

from the conference.

He was shocked to hear

of the drugs in Hill's system.

It seems none
of Hill's colleagues

even knew he'd left

the hotel last night.

Then he was
pretty good

at keeping his bad behavior
on the low.

Hence, the secret motel room.

Still no idea

who Hill was there with,
but we do have a lead

on where he
may have scored his drugs.

Check it out.

Ecstasy pills are often stamped
with an image or logo.

I reached out to Narcotics
to see if they might know

who could have sold these
to Hill.

According to one
of their C.I.'s,

these particular pills

are mostly being dealt
out of a bar

in Kailua, right
in the same neighborhood

as our motel.

Lab results are back
from the blood in the bathroom.

They didn't get a hit,

but it's female DNA.

This guys brings
a lady home.

Obviously,
it did not go... well.

We need to find out
who she is, and I think

a great place to start would be
where Hill scored his drugs.

He could have
met her there.

I'll reach out
to the bar right now.

Well, they said
they were gonna meet us

in an hour-- they're, like,
a couple minutes late.

Whatever. I got
two more minutes,

then I'm going to lunch--
my stomach's done waiting.

What?

Here he is.

Is this from you?

Maybe. You guys cool?

We're on time.

Got held up. Lots of oddballs
around this time of day.

I'm Blake.

Saw you talking to Miller.
You want the dirt on him?

- Yes, we do. Whatcha got?
- It'll come at a price.

- I like this kid. All right.
- Miller has something

of mine-- a drone.

The way I gather the intelligence
I need to keep the 'sac safe.

The 'sac?
The cul-de-sac.

Keep up, lady.

Yeah, keep up, lady.

Okay, so Ben stole your drone?

Well, sort of. Accidentally
crashed it in his backyard,

and now he won't
give it back.

Aha. Okay, so you were spying

with your toy drone,
you crashed it on his property,

and now he won't return it,
is that what you're saying?

You get the drone back
from Miller,

I'll give you the dirt
you're looking for.

You know,
when I was a kid,

if I hit a baseball
over the neighbor's fence,

I'd go knock on their door
and say, "Hello.

I'm Steve. Can I please
have my baseball back?"

You think I haven't
tried that?

- Miller's being a jerk about it.
- I wouldn't want you spying

on my house with your toy camera
in the sky, either, okay?

Would you stop?
I'll bet he doesn't have

anything to tell us anyway.
Wait, wait!

I do! I'll show you!

Okay. Since all
the drone footage

goes to my phone,
I have all the photos

I took up until
it crashed.

- Great.
- Mm-hmm.

What I'm about to show you

is obviously really sensitive

and could get us all murdered.

Are you prepared
to take that risk?

- What?
- Go ahead.

See? They're up all night
doing super-secret stuff.

Even when my parents are asleep.

My bet is,
it's some kind

of government thing.

You guys ever hear
of CIA black sites?

H-Have you ever thought

that maybe your neighbors
are night owls?

No, it is weird

that they stay up all night

and then they go outside
in the dark

to smoke-- they can
just crack the window.

- It's weird.
- Mary...

it's not weird that somebody
doesn't want their house

smelling like
an ashtray.

Are you crazy?
Look, I'm sorry, kid,

your case is just not
strong enough, okay?

Does this mean you're not
gonna give me my drone?

Yeah. I remember him.

It was Carter something.

I made him drinks last night
from about 9:00 to closing.

Okay. Was he alone?

- He came in alone.
- Okay.

But that guy had no
trouble making friends.

Really?

- With who?
- Everyone.

Which is weird,
because the bar is

a locals-only
kind of place.

And that guy is a
straight-up haole.

But he started buying rounds
for all the regulars,

talking to people,
telling jokes.

It's like he wanted to be
everyone's best friend.

That-- I hear ecstasy

will do that to you.
- Mm-hmm.

Ecstasy?
Mm-hmm.

I don't know
anything about that.

Relax, okay? We're not
here about the drugs.

What we need is to know

if Carter left the bar
with a woman.

Yeah.

Kira Pang.

She works at the
bar as a server.

Carter was...

clearly into her.

She gets that a lot, but...

he was being really cute
about it, you know?

We have a jukebox
in the back.

Somehow he found out
her favorite song,

made sure it played every
half hour till closing.

When I left, they
were still talking.

Uh, though the way
they were looking at each other

made it clear that... talking
wasn't all they'd be doing.

Kira said that
she'd close up.

Wait. Why are you
asking me all this?

Is Kira okay?

We don't know.

A woman's blood was found
in a nearby motel room

that Carter Hill
rented last night.

And this morning
he was found murdered.

What happened?

We don't know. That's-that's
what we're trying to find out.

Yeah, I know you said
you left before Kira, but...

can you think of anyone
who might have taken issue

with Kira leaving
the bar with Carter?

Maybe a regular,
someone who liked her,

somebody that
might get jealous.

No.

But we do get
a lot of creeps.

Kira can be a bit wild,
but she's smart.

And she's careful.

I mean, the girl carries
a gun in her purse.

Okay.

Do you by chance know
what kind of gun she carries?

So, it turns out Kira Pang

was carrying a .22,

the same caliber weapon
that was used to kill

both Hill and Pukahi.

Well, that should point
to Kira Pang

as our killer,
except for one thing.

CSU confirmed
that was her blood

in that hotel room,
and a hell of a lot of it.

I can't imagine
she'd be able to...

to chase Hill out
to this remote location,

let alone kill him.

According to Kira's roommate,
she didn't come home last night.

All right, so where is she,
and how did her gun

end up being used
in a double homicide?

Guys, I just spoke to the lab.

In addition to Hill,

there was a second blood type
found in the trunk of the car,

and it matches the blood
that was in the motel.

So Kira was in the trunk?

That would make sense.

Uh, think about it, Cap.

Let's say that Hill brings Kira
back to the motel,

things go sideways,
and then suddenly

he ends up with a dead girl
in his room.

No, take it further.
And then...

he panics,
he realizes

he's got to get rid of this
body, he goes downstairs,

finds Pukahi in a car
a couple of blocks away

to help him get rid of the body?

I don't know. Maybe that's why they went right
to the alley behind the motel.

They're driving around
looking for someplace

to dump this body.

What if they
never got the chance?

What do you mean?

The manager
at the bar

said Kira kept a .22
in her purse,

but we never found a purse
at the motel.

I would think

that Hill moved it
along with the body

when he moved the body.

Except it wasn't at the
crime scene, either.

Maybe...

because Hill tossed the purse
in the trunk

along with Kira.
- Uh-huh.

And...

Okay, this might be
a crazy thought,

but what if Hill

didn't realize that Kira
was actually still alive

when he put her in the trunk?

So he goes to open the trunk.

She's there.
She has the gun.

Bang-- shoots
the first person she sees.

Which I'm guessing
would be the driver,

which would explain
why he was found dead

a few feet away from the car.

That would also explain why Hill

was found in the trunk.

Let's say he goes
for the gun.

She shoots him a
couple of times.

He falls in
the trunk.

Well, by that logic,
that means that she

could still be out there
in the woods where

they found the bodies.
- Yeah, but it's been

over 12 hours,
and she's lost a lot of blood.

We need to get out
there right now.

We need to find her.

Come on.

Over here.

That's got to be Kira's shoe.

She made it a long way.

Come on. Eddie's got something.

There she is.
She's down there.

I'll call for a medevac.

Hey, Kira! I need
you to hold on!

- Okay?
- Please help me.

Please help me.

Mary?

Lunch is here.

Where are you? Mary?

Steve.

Hi. Please tell me you
haven't done something stupid.

Steve, I was right about Ben.

Where are you?

I'm in his basement.

They went out
and left the back door unlocked.

Mary, did you
break into their house?

Have you...
have you lost your mind?

Listen, this is really serious.

What?

Mary, Mary, what'd you find?

Mary. What are you doing here?

I don't know.

I actually cared about finding
that kid's toy, so...

Okay.
And then I found those.

These? What, you call me
in a panic

'cause you found
a pair of rain boots?

Yeah. Rain boots,
cat litter with no cat,

smoking outside...

Thought they were
running a meth lab.

- Meth lab.
- Yeah.

Meth cooks use litter to
absorb the spilled chemicals.

Everyone knows if you light
a cigarette in a meth lab

you're gonna blow up. So yeah.

And working at night

would prevent the neighbors
from seeing what you're doing.

Suburbia is a perfect cover
for a meth lab.

It's actually
a good theory, Mary.

Yeah, but it's not,
'cause I've looked everywhere,

and there's nothing here.
The guy's just a jerk.

Okay, you were right.

I'm just a really bad
judge of character.

Hey.

- I didn't say that.
- But it's true.

Why?

Wrong about Ben, wrong
about what I thought

was going on in this house,
wrong about...

my last three boyfriends,
wrong about

what I did to you.
I lied.

I lied about Airbnb,
but you knew.

I lied because I had
plans to hang out

with my ex-boyfriend
from middle school

that I reconnected with

on the Internet.
He asked me out for a drink.

I said yes, I was so excited,
then he ghosted me.

- He ghosted you?
- Yeah, he never showed up,

'cause I was a really
bad judge of character.

Stop... saying that.

Okay? I don't want
to hear it again. You're wrong

about yourself.
Look at me.

You're in the fight,
you're having a go, okay?

It's more than
I could say for myself.

But what happens
if you find somebody

who's actually good for you

and it works out?

Then what?

It's all worth it, right?

So I'm proud of you, sis.

- I'm proud of you.
- Thank you.

Okay?

Should we go?

We can't go.
I need to ask you a question.

The living room upstairs,

it's right above
this room, right?

Think so. Why?

Well, because it's
a larger space upstairs.

I don't understand this wall
right here.

This wall
doesn't make sense to me.

And it's a CMU wall,
which means it should be structural.

Why doesn't it go
all the way up?

What are you doing?

Wait. Don't go
in there.

Hold on.

Oh, wow.

Whoa. Okay, uh, Mary...

tell me again how you're
a bad judge of character.

- Steve?
- Huh?

- Look.
- What?

Did you remove the tape?

No. Why?

I think someone's in the house.

That's not good.

Okay. That's worse.

Mary, are you sure
this is gonna work?

Just trust me, Steve.

Hey, hey!

Get down and your hands
behind your head! Go!

I'm gonna go crack
a window.

Get up on your feet.
Let's move.

Go, go, go.

Get in the corner.
Turn-- turn around.

You all right?

Yeah.

Good to see you again, neighbor.

Nice job, Mary.

Thanks.

Hey, how'd you know
about that gas?

The Internet.

Okay.

We're very lucky that
they didn't fire their guns.

It's very combustible.

Oh, okay.

All right, medevac's
still ten minutes out.

I don't know, Kira
may not have that long.

No, she doesn't.

She's fading.
She can't hold on much longer.

Hey. No.

No, no, no. Joons,
there's 50 feet

of rock wall between us and her.
- No, I have to go

down there and stabilize her,
okay? I can hold her

against the wall until
the helo gets here.

Joons, that's crazy.

This is every
day with Steve.

Now you know how I feel.

Uh, what, am I gonna stop you?

Thanks.

Hey, Kira!

I'm gonna come down.
I just need you to hold on

a little bit longer--
can you do that?

I don't know.

Yes, you can, okay?
You made it this far.

I'm coming down.

Joons.

I-If you fall, then you
forfeit the dance-off.

I win by default.
Those are the rules.

Don't get your hopes up.

All right, see you soon!

You know what?

I can't watch this. I can't
watch it. Just let me know

- when it's over.
- Lou, not watching

is just gonna make it worse.

I will take my chances,
thank you.

Joons!

Okay, I got you. I'm here.

I got you.

I'm here.

It's gonna be okay.

Hey, buddy.

Hi.

Looks like you're gonna
make the wedding after all.

Mm.

You only, you only get
a few people, right?

- - What?
Uh, people in life

that you... that you
care about, you know?

You're young, you meet new
people all the time, you know?

When you get old, you
get really old like me,

you can count the good
ones on one hand.

Have-have a good
time tonight.

Okay, listen, boy picks
up girl for prom,

even if boy and girl are just
friends who are gonna spend

the whole time eating
cocktail weenies

and maybe come
home early.

You look nice.

Okay, fine.

But you better find
the inner strength

to put it into third gear,
'cause we're late.

Okay.

You know I'm gonna go
exactly the speed limit.

Well, you're far
too predictable.

Ma'am?

Why, thank you, sir.

You know,
sense of accomplishment.

That'll be good.
Yeah.

No, thing... Wt. Whoa.

Well, if it isn't

Miss Nancy Drew

with her bad self.
- Me?

Yeah.
Now, you stop

with all that.

We, uh, hear
congratulations

are in order.

Not that any of us
are surprised.

I mean, you are a McGarrett

after all.
- That's right.

And you know, uh,

what a vacation is, right?
You're not supposed

to be breaking up meth labs,
stuff like that,

when you're on vacation.
- Yes,

I know what a vacation is,
and I still need one.

What's the plan
for tonight?

You're not going back
to that Airbnb, are you?

Hell no.

Mary doesn't know this yet,
but I'm about to book her

a very nice room in
an excellent hotel, and yes,

already checked,
and they have

a luxurious rain forest shower.

Well, how about

if I had other plans?

Do you still have
that mochi ice cream

in your freezer?

Course I do. Always.

Just in case.

Good. 'Cause
I'm coming over.

Good. Who's that?

Oh, my God, it's him.
He's calling me right now.

The guy who ghosted you?

Don't... No, no, no, no.
He had his chance.

He had his chance.
I know, I know, I know.

Oh, don't be like that.

Come on, man, you
were young once.

- Give the man a second chance.
- Young...?

He already blew her off once.
Steve,

maybe the guy had a really good
reason for not calling sooner.

- I mean, come on.
- Let me tell you a really good excuse.

That he's dead
and in the ground.

And he's not dead,
'cause he's calling.

So give me the phone.
Listen,

don't listen to him.

You want her to be
miserable and lonely

like you for the rest
of her life?

Take the phone call.

- No, don't listen to that. Give me the phone.
- Hello?

- Just let her take the call.
- Hey.

- Would you stop?
- How are you?

You know what?
This is on you.

Whatever happens.
What about them?

They were saying stuff.

Why is it on me?
Why you pick on me?

Wait. What?

No way.

No, it's no problem.
We'll talk later.

All right. Bye.

He broke

his freaking leg, okay?
- Aw...

Yeah. Broke
his leg, huh?

- Broke his leg.
- Lucky day!

Congratulations.

You tell him to bring that X-ray
along with him tonight, okay?

'Cause I want to see it.
Come on,

Steve, lighten up.
All right, well, look,

if he flakes on you again, I'm
gonna break his other leg, okay?

♪ O beautiful ♪

♪ 'Ilima ♪

♪ Choice ♪

♪ Of my heart ♪

♪ O sweet. ♪

Hey, thank you
for inviting me.

You know, with the
hearing coming up,

it's kind of all I've
been thinking about,

so it's been a
nice distraction.

Thank you.

Well, if it's a distraction
you're looking for...

♪ Girl, to be with you ♪

♪ Is my favorite thing... ♪

Prepare to be humble.

Here we go.

♪ I can't wait ♪

♪ Till I ♪
Okay.

♪ See you again... ♪
Okay, okay.

Oh, no!

Joons, people are watching.

Oh. Yeah, I was just...
I was just kidding.

Okay. Mm-hmm.
Okay.

Turn it on?
Yes.

♪ I want to put on ♪

♪ My, my, my, my, my ♪
Okay.

♪ Boogie shoes ♪

♪ Just to boogie with you... ♪

Okay. Yeah. No,
I can roll with that.

Okay. Yeah.

♪ Sun comes up ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I want to do it ♪

♪ Till I can't get enough ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, uh-huh ♪

♪ I want to put on ♪

♪ My, my, my, my ♪

♪ My boogie shoes ♪

♪ Just to boogie with you ♪

♪ Yeah, I want to put on ♪

♪ My, my, my, my,
my boogie shoes ♪

♪ Just to boogie with you ♪

♪ I want to put on ♪

♪ My, my, my, my,
my boogie shoes ♪

♪ Just to boogie with you... ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ We've got the feeling... ♪

Oh, my goodness.

Okay, well, I...

I can't compete with this, so...

he's all yours, ladies.

- I'm gonna get some water.
- Okay.

♪ What a feeling ♪
♪ What a feeling ♪

♪ I have never felt
this way before... ♪

Hi.

Hi.

You guys make a great couple.

Oh, no, no.

- We're just friends.
- Really?

Well, is he single?

Good luck.

♪ And this is gonna take ♪

♪ A long time ♪

♪ And I wonder what's mine ♪

♪ Can't take no more ♪

♪ Wonder if you'll understand ♪

♪ It's just the touch
of your hand ♪

♪ Behind a closed door ♪

♪ All I needed was the love... ♪

You're pretty good at this.

♪ All I needed... ♪

I told you I've
been practicing.

Why?

♪ All I ever... ♪

'Cause I was
looking forward to it.

♪ Only you ♪

♪ Only you. ♪

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