All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.S04E10.1080p.BluRay.Remux.eng

Look at them go!
Our ever-ready servicemen

enjoying a little R & R
on the exotic island of O'ahu,

the gathering place
of the Hawaiian Islands,

where a veritable tropical paradise
meets a bustling metropolis.

But after a day of sand and surf,

it's back to work for these lucky boys
serving Uncle Sam

on the most beautiful place
on Earth.

Keep up the good work, fellas.
America's proud of you.

Morning, Red.
Steak and egg special, please.

Just the way I like it.

What the hell was that?
Artillery practice?

Someone better tell those
guys it's Sunday.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
what the hell is going on?

Japs are bombing the island.

December 7, 1941.

President Roosevelt called it
"a date which will live in infamy."

On that peaceful Sunday morning,
over 70 years ago,

American forces withstood
an unprovoked attack,

and our nation was thrust headlong
into the largest global conflict

in human history.

And though the guns
have fallen silent,

we still gather at this very spot
where the attack took place

to honor the survivors... and the fallen,

members of our greatest generation,

and resolve to take care of them
as they took care of us.

You must know we will never,
ever forget

the sacrifices you made
for your country.

I gotta tell you, Pearl Harbor Day,
it always gets to me. Every year.

Every single one of these veterans
here today,

they are the definition
of the word hero.

They experienced all the horrors
of war, and then they come home,

they drop their duffel bags off,
and they go back to work,

supporting their families the next day
like nothing ever happened.

- They certainly set the bar high.
- Amazing.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Killing the man
that murdered my father.

Take a seat, sir.

What's this guy in for, bingo brawl?

Tried to shoot one of the veterans
at the memorial today.

Mr. Toriyama,
where'd you get this gun?

It was my service weapon.
And you can call me David.

- You're a veteran, David?
- Korean War.

Did these come with this?

You realize if you pulled the trigger,
this thing would have malfunctioned,

probably blown up in your face.

Then maybe you shouldn't
have stopped me.

You said your name is McGarrett?

Hasn't changed since the last time
you asked me.

- Have we met before?
- No, I don't think so.

I know you from somewhere.

Sir. Sir, you said Ezra Clark killed
you father. How do you know that?

I was there.
That man is a murderer and a thief.

He dishonored my family and he
dishonors the United States Military.

Okay, you know what?
Take it easy. All right?

They're some serious charges.
Ezra Clark is a decorated soldier.

Now, if he killed your father,
why wasn't he prosecuted?

Son, if you know anything
about World War II,

you'd know that a Japanese
accusing a white soldier of a crime,

any crime,
would never be taken seriously.

- Okay, what about after the war?
- I tried.

But the police said
there wasn't enough evidence

to open an investigation.

Okay, when did this alleged crime
take place?

- May 24, 1943.
- 15 in the afternoon.

Why would Ezra Clark
kill your father?

Our katana.
Ezra Clark shot my father for it.

- A samurai sword.
- That's right.

And it belonged to my family
for centuries,

passed down
from generation to generation.

If what you're telling us is true,
why are you going after Clark now?

My wife passed away 20 years ago.

And in August,
my only child died in a car accident.

I couldn't dishonor them
while they were alive,

but now,
finding justice is all I have left.

Excuse me, David.

So, what do you think?
You believe him?

- Why would he lie?
- I don't know.

It was a long time ago,
what he's talking about, right?

This guy served his country.

All right?
We owe it to him to find the truth.

If that is the truth,
it's been buried for about 70 years.

Last time I checked, there's no statute
of limitations for murder.

Our life on the island
was beautiful before the war.

I was 10,
and my brother Kenji was 17.

He was a great student,
terrific athlete and my hero.

Hey, who do you like best,
Joe DiMaggio or Hank Greenberg?

Are you kidding?
It's like asking what's better,

chocolate or strawberry.
You know they're both great.

- Yeah.
- Aloha, boys!

Mrs. Kennedy!

We lived in a house
on Damon Street in the Manoa Valley.

Leave that outside.

Everybody knew us,
and we knew them.

Kenji, you're looking
sharp out there.

- Better than last year.
- Thanks, Dad.

My father James taught history
at Punahou School,

a 100-year-old institution.

It's where President Obama went.

My mother Martha
was very civic-minded,

active in the PTA
and community theater.

She also worked for her father, who
was a Hawaiian territorial senator.

All right, let's get down to business.
Topic of the day:

If you could invent one thing
to make your everyday life easier,

- what would it be?
- Oh, I got this. That's easy.

Kenji would want a machine
that makes girlfriends.

Ha-ha-ha.
- David's gonna build a robot

that cleans his room
and takes out the trash.

- You boys.
- That's a good one too.

David, eat your vegetables.
They're not so bad.

Listen to you mother,
she's always right.

Our neighborhood
was a special place.

A big melting pot.

There was never any trouble,
all of us got along great.

But then everything changed
on December 7th.

In the weeks that followed,

the military began arresting
prominent Japanese:

teachers, bankers, lawyers,
Buddhist priests,

newspaper editors,
and our community leaders.

I'll never forget the day
they came for my family.

President Lincoln's speech
in Springfield was like a prophecy.

He warned of the tragic consequences
of a civil war.

He said, "A house divided against
itself cannot stand."

- Are you James Toriyama?
- Yes.

- You're under arrest.
- Under arrest?

What's the meaning of this?
On what charges?

What's going on here?
Why am I being arrested?

Who are you?
What do you want?

You're being detained by order
of the United States government.

- On what charge?
- Mind your manners, Jap.

You got two minutes to get
your things.

- Only take what you can carry.
- You can't do this.

- We're American citizens! We have...
- No! No...

Now you got one minute.

Hurry, boys. Do what he says.

What about our house
and the rest of our things?

Anything that you can't carry
is now property

of the United States Government.

And if I were you, I'd get going.

- Come on, lady. Let's go!
- That's right, keep walking.

- Over here! Get in line!
- Take a seat!

You, move over!

- James! James!
- Martha? Martha?

- James!
- Martha! Martha!

- Over here!
- Martha!

Get in line!

- Are you all right?
- I'm okay.

It's okay, son. We're together now.

- Move it. Let's go.
- Let's go. Let's do what he says.

I was only 10,
but I'll never forget that humiliation.

Paraded like POWs
in front of friends and neighbors

we had grown up with.

And we were as American
as they were.

They kept us in jail for a while,

until we were relocated to a camp

outside a gulch in Waipahu.

Its name was
Honouliuli Internment Camp,

but we called it Hell Valley
because it was so damn hot.

And it wasn't a camp at all.
It was more like a prison.

Guard towers and searchlights.
There was barbed wire.

Armed soldiers
patrolled the perimeters

and would shoot anyone
trying to escape.

We just couldn't get over
the shock of being imprisoned.

Everybody lost their homes
and businesses.

Boys, why don't you take
those two over there?

David. Take that one.

We were looked upon as traitors
in our own country,

but let me tell you something.
During the entire war,

there was not one single incident
of treason

ever committed by
Japanese-Americans! Not a one!

So apparently, David Toriyama
is who he says he is.

He's a widower, no surviving family,

taught for 25 years
in the public school system.

And yes, when he was a kid,
he was an internee at Honouliuli.

- Service record?
- Well, it's pretty impressive, actually.

He served in Korea and was
personally cited by Douglas MacArthur

for bravery at the battle of Inchon.

Okay, um...

What about his father?
Anything on him, James Toriyama?

Well, here's where the information
conflicts with what David told us.

Now, camp operations
was under the jurisdiction

of the Army Provost Marshal General,
but the official camp history

is in the National Archives.
I was able to access it,

and I found only one reference
to a James Toriyama.

He was killed by a fellow internee
in May of 1943.

David, as it turns out,
your father was killed

during a fight with another internee.

- Where did you learn that?
- From the official record.

That might be the official record,
but it's not the truth.

So you're saying there
was a cover-up?

What have I been telling you?

My father was murdered by a GI and it
was buried because he was Japanese!

- Yeah, Danny.
- So I got a hit on Ezra Clark.

Pulled up a juvenile record.

Apparently, this guy had a permanent
spot on Santa's naughty list.

- Give me the highlights.
- Okay. He was considered

a troubled youth
with years of repeat offenses

and a tendency
toward violent behavior.

Last case he caught, he got into a
beef, broke a bottle over a kid's face,

cut him up pretty good.
Judge labeled him high risk.

Gave him two choices,
the army or jail.

Looks like he might get the chance
to experience both.

Leave! Before I call the cops!

- Uh... Sir, we are the cops.
- I never heard of Five-0.

Okay, how about here,
I'll show you my badge again.

Son, are you implying
I can't see or read?

Of course not. I'm sorry. I just figured
you'd remember us from this morning.

Well, I don't!

Mr. Clark, we just wanna get
some answers, that's all.

Ma'am, no offense,
but I don't care for the police,

so unless you're here
for some other reason,

I suggest you get
the hell out of my house.

Yeah, we will.
As soon as we're done talking to you.

You were a guard
at the Honouliuli camp.

You remember a family, the Toriyama
family, specifically, a James Toriyama?

James Tori... What? Seriously?

I can't remember
what I had for breakfast,

let alone some Jap
from 70 years ago.

Yeah, because they all
look alike, right?

That's what we called
the enemy back then.

There's nothing between the lines.

Okay, well, when you say it,
it sounds personal. I'm just saying.

Listen to me. We were at war.

Those people were our enemies.

What were "those people"
to you before the war?

- Get out!
- One more question.

Did you kill James Toriyama?

That's why you're here?
To accuse me of murder?

Answer the question. Did you kill
James Toriyama and steal his katana?

No.
Now get out before I lose my temper!

Dad? Are you all right?

- What's going on?
- It's okay, honey.

My daughter Linda. Huh.

Kind of takes the wind
right out of your sails, doesn't it?

If I hated the Japanese so much,
why would I have married one?

Mr. Toriyama?

Can I help you?

Just came in to see
if you needed anything. You okay?

Yeah, yeah. Thank you.

If I may, sir,
I'd like to shake your hand.

You do know I was going to murder
a man today.

You were a soldier.
You know guns.

I think you know your weapon
wasn't going to fire.

I think you went to Pearl Harbor today
to make a point, not kill a man.

- What's your name, son?
- Chin Ho Kelly.

- Korean?
- It's in the mix.

A little Japanese as well.

In fact, I had an uncle who spent
some time at the Sand Island camp.

- You have a family, son?
- Not yet.

When you do,

make sure you tell your children
what happened to us.

They must never forget.

If you need anything at all,
just let me know.

- Excuse me.
- Thank you.

- Ezra Clark give you anything?
- Besides attitude? Not much.

Well, the medications he's taking

is for treatment of Alzheimer's
and dementia.

My Aunt Louise is on the same
pain regimen, so it's possible,

depending on what stage he's in,
he might not even really remember

whether or not
he killed David's father.

It's also possible
he has selective memory.

Some of the guards at those camps
weren't known for their humanity.

There were plenty of cases
where internees

were actually killed by them,
allegedly for resisting orders.

What are we gonna do about
Mr. Toriyama? We can't keep him here.

I still don't understand.
How come I'm not under arrest?

Who says you're not? I'm placing you
under house arrest, all right?

You're to stay here
until we get to the bottom of it.

You're going to investigate my case?

Yes, I am. That's my job.
But there's one thing I need from you.

Soldier to soldier.

I need your word
that you're telling me the truth.

- I am.
- Okay. That's good enough for me.

- Thank you.
- No, don't thank me yet.

You got a picture
of that stolen katana?

That's my mother.

Oh. Here's my father. Ha-ha.

- Who's this soldier?
- That's my brother, Kenji.

He didn't want to stay
in the camp, so he enlisted.

Many of the nisei his age
did the same.

He was in a unit that was composed
mostly of Japanese-Americans.

The 442nd
Regimental Combat Team.

Yeah, the 442nd
Purple Heart Battalion.

They were the most decorated
infantry unit

in the history of
the United States Army.

Their motto was "Go For Broke."

Good to know you weren't sleeping
in your Annapolis class

during that lesson.

What happened to Kenji?

Killed in action. Italy.

Not a day goes by
that I don't miss my brother.

Oh. Here's the sword.

- Beautiful.
- Yes.

Brilliant piece of craftsmanship
from the Koto Era.

Up until that time, katana were
regarded as evil and ugly.

But swords like this were considered
deeply spiritual,

pure and benevolent.

There's an inscription.

"Heaven favors the strong
and the just."

Mr. Toriyama, I'd like to borrow
this photograph, please.

I'd like to run it through a crime
database of stolen artifacts,

see if your sword has popped up
anywhere in the last 70 years.

- Yes, of course.
- Thanks.

- Steve?
- That's my grandfather.

This man right here is my grandfather.
What is he doing in your family album?

I don't know. What's his name?

- He looks like he was in the Navy.
- His name was Steven McGarrett.

He was an ensign.
And he served on the Arizona.

And he died in the attack
on Pearl Harbor.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'd like to state,
for the record, that I am confused.

We got an old guy with a gun
who made a premeditated decision

to kill somebody.

And we don't lock him up,
instead, we run errands for him.

This isn't a street crime.
And it's not about money.

This case is about honor.
His method, it was wrong.

I don't condone it.

But we owe it to him to,
at the very least, investigate.

I see what's happening. You know
what you're becoming?

- Bet you're gonna tell me, aren't you?
- A big softie.

I was right.

With a bleeding heart,
which somehow you now have.

I mean, I don't know, maybe you're
becoming a human being, Steve.

Welcome.

So this is where the Army stores
all its old MP records.

How old is old?

Well, the military's been in Hawaii
since the McKinley Era.

- That's what? 120 years.
- Oh, that's good.

- We can go find King Tut.
- Heh.

Please, after you.

- Hey. Come on.
- Huh?

You know, how I feel about
cramped spaces like this.

I'll hold your hand, come on.

Hey, claustrophobia is not something
you make fun of, Steve, okay?

- We'll hold a telethon. Come on.
- You're a jerk, you know that?

Let's go.

What is that sound? Is that rain?

- It's rats.
- You could've lied.

Looks like these are all tagged by year.
Looking for 1943.

Yeah, I'm in the '60s here.

'57.

- Right here. '43. I got it.
- Let's see what we got.

- Nice little rat condo?
- Yeah.

All right, January.

February.

And May, here we go.

They're MP daily reports,
duty logs.

What is that? It's an S.I.R.

- What's an S.I.R?
- A Serious Incident Report.

The writing's pretty faded.

But look there, it says May 24.

That's the time the old man
said the murder took place.

All right, pack all this up.
Get everything back to the lab.

- Everything?
- Everything.

Here it is.

"Type of criminal activity...

Murder by shooting.
Victim's name, James Toriyama."

This looks like the witness report.
That's interesting.

Ezra Clark is a witness,
not an offender.

All right, page three.

Where's the rest of it?

- That's all there is.
- What do you mean "That's all there is"?

There's no description
of the actual events.

- Maybe it ended up rat kibble.
- I don't think so.

You see this jagged tear mark?
It's longer than the others

and discolored along the edges.
I think it was torn off.

All right, go back to page one. Let's
see if we can work out who wrote this.

There. George, George P?
Is that a P? It's George P.

It's good, all we got to do
is find George P.

If he's alive, maybe
he can tell us what happened.

And if that page is just missing or
it was actually torn out deliberately.

If that's the case,
David Toriyama was right.

This was a cover-up.

- Yeah, Danny.
- Ho, what are you doing?

- Where are you?
- I'm at the house.

I'm just going through
my grandfather's stuff.

Seeing if I can find a connection
to David Toriyama.

- And?
- Nothing yet. What about you?

I reached out to the Pentagon
and all the veterans organizations.

As far as I can tell, there was no one

in the Honouliuli MP unit
with the name George P.

Yeah, and I had Catherine
ask David.

He said he never heard
of the guy either.

The name had to come
from somewhere.

Hey, you get any hits on the sword
from the stolen artifacts database?

Nothing.

Okay, so that means

it could still be
with the person who stole it

- and then killed James Toriyama.
- Right now, Ezra Clark.

Yeah, that's what David thinks.

Except, after 70 years,
memories fade,

and David might not be remembering
all the details.

You know what we need to do?
We need to jar his memory.

The main guard tower was here.

An American soldier sat up there
behind a.30 caliber machine gun.

Someone was watching
our every move.

This is where my mother
had her garden.

The ground was so sandy.

She could only grow root vegetables.

Parsnips, carrots, radishes.

And this is where she collapsed

when we got the news that Kenji
had been killed in Italy.

Listen.

Can you hear her cry?

I still can.

Here.

Right here.

This is the place.

This is where we lived.

David!

Nice throw, son.

David, stay here.
I'll be right back.

Are you sure, David?
That Ezra Clark pulled that trigger?

I've thought about that face
every day for the last 70 years.

So David was here,
25 yards away from the tents.

And according to Ezra Clark's
statement, he was posted here,

just 10 yards away.

Well, David said he responded to the
sound of a gunshot, right?

He goes in, he finds his father on the
floor, bleeding from a head wound.

Well, Ezra had the means,
he had the opportunity.

Wait a second, though. If Ezra stole
the sword, why would he stick around?

And no one, not even David,
said that he had it on him.

Well, maybe he stashed it
and came back and got it later.

Or maybe Ezra didn't kill James.

Maybe he was responding to the
same gunshot that David heard.

He went in, got blood on himself
trying to revive him.

Charlie, what do you got?

I used a forensic laser
on the incident report

to bring up the missing signature.

The first name is definitely George
but the last name did not start with P,

as we originally thought.

It's an R.
The diagonal stroke was missing.

Guy you're looking for
is an ex-cop named George Rigby.

Yeah, Dad passed away in '92.
He was with H.P.D. for 30 years.

Moved up the ladder
from beat cop to administration.

- What about World War II?
- Well, he was with homicide.

Even though Hawaii was under
martial law, they still needed cops,

and Dad was just too old
to be drafted.

Right.

- Let me help you with that.
- Yeah.

Dad always wanted to be a writer.
That's why he kept all his casework.

He never got around to that novel.

If what you're looking for exists,
it's in here.

I gotta tell you, man,
this guy Rigby didn't miss a trick.

I mean, he's got notes of every single
crime scene he was ever on,

the witness descriptions.
I mean, the details are incredible.

- Hold on, hold on.
- What?

This is it. All right,
Ezra Clark's witness statement.

"I heard a gunshot and responded.
Saw a guy run out the back of the tent.

He wasn't one of the camp guards, but
I had seen him hanging around before."

- Well, does he identify the guy?
- No, not here.

Keep flipping pages.
I'm telling you,

if Rigby was half the cop
that he seems to be,

he had to have run down
that lead.

Got it. Rigby ID'd the guy
as Joseph Archer.

He was the kid brother
of Albert Archer,

who was the head guard
at the camp.

All right.
That explains the missing page.

Joseph commits a murder,
and then Albert rips out the page

of the incident report
to protect his little brother.

Chin, was Joseph a GI?

No, but I'm guessing he must've
paid his brother a visit at the camp,

and then used his access
to rip off some internees.

What else you got on Archer?

Well, he was in and out
of trouble his whole life.

Mostly petty stuff,
property and auto theft.

Then in 1952, he graduated to the
big time and was arrested for murder.

He died in Halawa after
serving out a life sentence.

We need to run down
that homicide report.

I'm way ahead of you.
The murder weapon was a.38,

and it's still in H.P.D. custody.

All right, they never did an autopsy
on David's father,

so the bullet
could still be inside his body.

Chin, where was
James Toriyama buried?

There's a little cemetery
near the camp.

It's no more than a potter's field.

If we could find that bullet and match
it to that gun, we've got our killer.

Firing one!

It's a match.

How you doing? Five-0.

- You Thomas Archer?
- Yes.

- Grandson of Joseph Archer?
- That's right. What can I do for you?

You ever seen this?

Sure. That's my grandpa's sword.

Do you know where it is?

- May I?
- Is there something wrong?

Do you have any idea how your
grandfather got this sword?

Where?

How?

Mr. Toriyama, Ezra Clark
did not kill your father.

The man who pulled the trigger
was named Joseph Archer.

He was a career criminal who died
while serving a life sentence

in the penitentiary.

On behalf of the
United States Government,

we'd like to return this property to you,
its rightful owner,

and extend our most humble
apologies.

David, one more thing.

Excuse me.

Sir...

I believe I owe you an apology.

Thank you.

I remembered why your grandfather's
picture was in our family photo album.

There was this young serviceman who
used to come to our house for tutoring.

He and his wife
were about to have another child

and he wanted better for them,
so he asked my father

to help him prepare
for an officer aptitude test.

For three months,
he would come over after dinner,

and when he had spare time,
he'd play catch with me.

That man was your grandfather,
Steven McGarrett.

And the last time I saw him

was December 6, 1941.

The night he gave me this.

It was a gift for my father's help.

You have his heart.

That's how I remembered.