All language subtitles for Hawaii.five.0.2010.S03E16.480p.WEB-DL.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

Translated By The Community Of WWW.MY-SUBS.COM

♪
(women whooping, screaming)

ANNOUNCER: Ladies, I give you
our very own Honolulu Hercules--

Brad Steel!

Come on, let's flash those bills
and get some thrills!

♪

Hey, Brad, baby! Over here!
Tina!

Over here!
You guys!

This is crazy!

Relax!
You are not gonna be

"Mrs. Bob Johnson" till Sunday.

(women giggling, squealing)

♪

Okay, stop it.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

To Bob Johnson...

(all shouting happily)

I am, like, God, that
guy was, like, so hot.

Get the numbers.

All of you have to swear

you cannot tell Bob
about any of this.

Uh, pictures don't lie,
girlfriend.

You're so nasty!

Tina! You didn't...!

Oops! I just tweeted it.

Oh, my God!

I'm kidding.

Relax!

Bob the Snob is never
gonna find out.

There. Gone.

All right, girls,
where do you want to go?

WOMAN:
Another strip club.

(all laughing)

What do you say--
Danzibar?

(all agreeing)
Yes!

Let's get this party started!

(music blaring)

♪ Come on, 'cause I know
what I like ♪

♪ And you're looking
just like my type ♪

♪ Let's go for it
just for tonight ♪

♪ Come on, come on,
come on...! ♪

(groaning)

Oh, my God...

Is everyone okay?
I think so.

Oh, my God, that guy has a gun.
What?

Oh, my God...
(all screaming)

(screaming)

(all screaming, crying)

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x16 ♪
Kekoa (The Warrior)
Original Air Date on February 11, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

(knocking on door)

(music blaring)

Mick!

♪

Hello?

Mick?

Aloha.

Aloha.

I see you met Brittany.

I see you haven't changed.

(wry laugh)
Shoot me if I ever do.

(both laughing)

(groans happily)

God, it's good
to see you, Steve.

Been too long, man.

Come on, sit down.

Put your dogs up.

I'll buy you a drink.

So, uh, I hear you're running
some kind of a task force now.

Glad to see your talents
haven't gone to waste.

Same goes for you, pal.

Looks like the private
sector's paying well.

Yeah, well,
after 25 years

in Navy Intel,
it was either hang a shingle

or buy a rocking chair,

so... I hung a shingle.

That's why I came
to see you, Mick.

I want to hire you
for your services.

I need a full surveillance
package on this target.

Who is she?

It's my mother.

Kid, you don't need a P.I.,
you need a therapist.

Trust me, she's not
your average mom.

She's a former
government agent.

She disappeared from
my life 20 years ago

because of an assignment,
now she's back...

says she's changed.

I don't believe her.

She goes dark a
few hours every day.

She racks up too many
miles on the odometer.

I want to know
what she's up to.

Well, why come to me?

You've got the resources
to handle this.

No, I don't want my
people involved.

Besides, there's
no one better than you

at recon and surveillance.

Full surveillance package
means I'm on her 24/7.

That's audio,
stills, video...

Good chance I'll see
your mother naked.

(phone ringing) Okay, you know,
I didn't need to know that.

Just saying.
Just saying.

McGarrett.

On the way.

Name is Thomas Hoapili,
46 years old,

ran a local wholesale
fish market,

widowed, one daughter--

Maggie Hoapili,
21 years old,

lives in Miliani.

All right, what about the
witnesses in the other car--

they see anything?

All they saw
were two people in hoodies

put three slugs in our vic

before dumping the weapon
and fleeing the scene.

Max confirms that was
the cause of death.

Okay, so Thomas was alive
before the accident.

Question is, what was he doing
in the trunk?

Maybe a kidnapping gone bad?

No, why kill
your bargaining chip?

DANNY:
No, he's right.

If this was a K&R,

shooters would've
fled the scene,

picked up Thomas another day.

What else do we know?

Uh, we ran the car
they were driving;

it was reported stolen
two days ago

from a rental car company
at Honolulu International.

HPD's processing.

Okay, what about
the murder weapon?

It is a Smith & Wesson .45.

Fong's working his magic
right now.

(sighs) All right.

This accident happened two
blocks away from the H1 on-ramp.

I'm thinking these guys were
trying to get out of town,

drive him to a
remote location,

kill him there--
this was an execution.

Hey...

so Fong ran ballistics
on the murder weapon

and pulled a partial print.

Says he's got something
we need to see.

Hey, Charlie,
what do you got?

That partial I pulled
got a hit in AFIS.

Who is it?

I'll show you.

You're not gonna like it.

CHIN:
Kamekona?!

Look, I got nothing
to do with this.

I loved Thomas.

He was my cousin.

I gotta go see Maggie...

STEVE:
Hey, hey, sit down.

Chin and Kono are
going over there.

Right now you need to tell us
what's going on.

I don't know.
I swear.

Look, Thomas and I,
we was tight.

He the only was
waiting for me

when I got out of Halawa.

Only one believed in me when
nobody in the family would.

Gave me money to start
my first shave ice stand.

I owe him everything.

You guys are sweating
the wrong guy.

DANNY: Okay.
That's fine.

But you got to explain to me
why your prints

are all over our murder weapon.

Killers must've took it
from Thomas--

a gun that I gave him.

You... you gave him a gun?

For protection.

Protection from what?

He didn't say.

Ah, see, I don't believe that.

It's the truth.

My cousin needed help,

I help him.

That's the way it works.

You understand that, Steve.

You do know that trafficking
in illegal firearms...

STEVE:
All right.

You think of anything else,
you give us

a call, all right?
Absolutely.

You gonna get in the car?

No, I'm not gonna get in the car

until you tell me
what is going on

in that goofy head of yours.

Excuse me?

The, uh, shrimp king
knew something

and you just let him go.

That's right.

Why?

Trust me.

(engine starts)

Goofy head, huh?

Stop gloating and drive.
Let's go.

Go, go, go!

(engine revving)

♪

(grocery cart rattling)

(sighs quietly)

♪

(bottles clank)

You're following me.

No, I wasn't.

Oh, really?

Well, I suggest
you try something

with a little more fiber,

because, clearly,
you're full of crap.

Okay, all right, all right,
all right, guilty as charged.

I was just

looking for an opportunity
to say hello.

What, were you gonna ask my help
deciding what cantaloupes

are ripe?
Close, close.

Actually, it's grape related.

I was... I was going to ask
for a wine recommendation.

Ah, wine recommendation.

Hmm.
You look like the kind

of woman who appreciates
the finer things in life,

and so I ask you,

"Which of these do you think
goes better

with a grilled... branzino?"

All right, branzino is a fish,

so you're gonna want to go
with a white,

not a red, and
I got to say,

that is probably the worst
pickup line I have ever heard.

Oh, well.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

All right.

Let's make a deal.

You take me out to lunch,

and I will tell you everything
I know about wine pairings.

Gun?

What...

Why did my father need a gun?

We were hoping
you could tell us.

Can you think of anyone who
might have wanted to hurt him?

No.

Everybody loved him.

My father didn't have
any enemies.

Was he doing anything unusual?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Nothing was out of the ordinary
when it came to my dad.

What do you mean?

He had a routine.

You could set
your clock by it.

Monday through Saturday,
he opened this place

at 4:30 in the morning,
closed at 9:00

at night.

Then it was dinner,

whatever novel he was reading,

then off to bed.

Sunday we went to church,

and Tuesday nights,
we'd go hit golf balls

at the Ala Wai driving range.

And what about last night?

When I left work,

he was still in his office.

Tell me about
this commendation

from HPD.

Oh, last year someone tried
to rob us.

My dad took his gun away
and held him

until the police showed up.

Was he ever worried
about payback?

Do you think that's why
my father was murdered?

(tires squealing)

Hands on the hood.

Get them on the hood.

What's up, buddy?
'Sup?

I don't know;
you tell me.

Wow.

Wow, now, this

is insult to injury.

This guy's got
The Guns of Navarone.

Let me see your hands.

This is obviously
not gonna work.

You got a bike chain
in the trunk or what?

Thanks, brother.
That hurt my feelings.

Turn around.

Hey, you want
to explain this?

Why'd you lie to us?

I didn't lie, technically.

What do you mean, "technically"?

I just wasn't
completely forthcoming.

Okay, well,
now's your chance to, uh,

be completely forthcoming.

This lolo, Quentin Thorne,

tried to rob my cousin
last year.

Thomas got him put away.

He was thinking his brother,
Eddie,

was looking for revenge.

Well,
why would Thomas think that?

He seen Eddie hanging
around the fish market

the last few weeks.

Why didn't he just call
the cops?

He did. Cops told him

if Eddie doesn't threaten him,

there's nothing they can do.

Okay, so what, Thomas
came to you for a gun?

I was taking care of ohana.

His daughter, Maggie...

Thomas was the only one she had.

Now the kid got nobody.

All because Eddie Thorne
got his payback.

All right, so you thought
you'd come down here

and get a little
payback yourself, is that right?

No, no, no,
I just was gonna scare him,

make him confess,

make a citizen's arrest.

A citizen's arrest.

That's good.

You know how stupid that sounds?

In retrospect, yes.

I had to do something.

Yeah, but this
ain't it, buddy.

Okay? You do this,
you're gonna end up in prison,

and we do not want that.

I'm touched.

Oh, don't-don't give me
a puppy-dog sad eyes, please.

Okay? You're not off the hook.

You're on house arrest
till this I over.

I've got an island to feed,
brah.

Okay, then you are
on shrimp truck lockdown

till otherwise advised.
Is that clear?

Like the sweet waters
of Hanauma Bay.

So which one's Eddie's house?

Second one on the left
with all the tacky lawn trolls.

Clear.

What do you got?
I have photography.

I got a logbook.

"Pier 38."

Dates and times
last couple weeks.

Oh, look at this.

Looks like Eddie was
keeping an eye on Thomas,

working out a good time
to grab him.

(jingling)

Hey, you Eddie Thorne?

Seriously?

Oh, dude, you broke Chucky.

Yeah.

You killed Thomas Hoapili.

You're under arrest.

THORNE:
Just 'cause I had pictures

of the guy doesn't mean
I killed him.

DANNY:
No, I guess not,

but Thomas did put
your brother, Quentin,

in prison and revenge is
a pretty strong motive.

Yeah, you'd be right if I gave
a damn about my brother.

Dumb punk deserves
to be in jail.

That market job was a bad play.

He's a good liar, too.
That's a survival skill.

You're gonna need it
when you get to prison.

I'm not going down
for this murder.

You don't get a vote.

Look, man, I was just trying
to rob the guy.

'Cause it went so
well for your brother?

Quentin liked to stick up
convenience stores

for pocket change.

That market did big money.

Some of those tuna go
for six figures.

Quentin was out of his league.

He didn't have a plan
for that job, I did.

So you did your homework.

Yeah, you're damn right I did.

I cased that place for weeks.

I clocked every move
Hoapili made.

If he hadn't got himself killed,

I'd be set for life.

(sensor buzzes)

I got something you need to see.

Okay, so Maggie said her
father was still at work

when she left
last night, right?

So I pulled the footage from
a security camera on pier 38.

(beeping)

Now, that is Thomas Hoapili.

Notice the time stamp.

He closed up shop at 9:15.

But that's not Eddie Thorne,

is it?

No, I ran matrix; he's too tall.

The other perp is a female.

Brown hair;

five foot, seven.

I got a better look at her.

Their vehicle matches
the stolen rental

from the crash site,
and both perps

match our witness description.

Chin, run that back.

Thomas is empty-handed.

The other two never go back
into the store to grab anything

after they take him down.

This wasn't a robbery.

All right, the crash happened
at 2:43 a.m., right?

That's right.
Well, this is time-stamped

9:15 p.m.

So what happened

in the five and a half hours

before Thomas turned up dead?

Mmm. This was a great choice.

From now on,
I only drink pinot noir

from the Willamette Valley.

Well, the best pinots
are from Burgundy,

if you can afford it,
but give me a smooth,

inexpensive Oregon pinot
any day of the week.

You really do know your wines.

I do.

Lucky I bumped into you.

Well, likewise.

Here's to, um,

what, uh,
your Hawaiian vacation.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

(laughing)

What's so funny?

Uh, no, I just, um,

I can't believe

I'm actually dining
with royalty.

Do they really

call you the fabric king
of Ohio?

Fabric is my life.

♪ For fabrics, drapes,
upholstery ♪

♪ There's only one
real place to be ♪

♪ The one and only fabric king

♪ Of Ohio, give us a ring.

Oh, God, that's just awful.

I know, isn't it?

But that little jingle

has kept my family in business
for over 75 years.

So,

enough about me.

I want to know about you.

What, you mean when I'm not
making wine recommendations?

Yeah, yeah, what do you do?

How do you spend your days?

Well, I was a schoolteacher.

Retired now,

and after 25 years
of chalk dust, uh,

I prefer
to spend my days outdoors.

That explains
your extraordinary figure.

(chuckles)

Okay, I think you've really had
a little too much to drink.

No, no, no,
it's just my Midwestern honesty.

Oh, that's-that's got to be it.

(phone ringing)

Sorry.

Oh, it's just...

(beeps)

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the factory;
I got to take this.

One of the looms
is on the fritz.

Oh, the looms, yes.

Sorry, excuse me.
Absolutely.

Yeah?

STEVE:
Hey, what'd you find?

Nothing.

Subject left the house
at approximately 10:30.

Took a walk on the beach.

Got her nails done;
French tips, by the way.

As far as I can see,
she's got nothing to hide.

I told you she's good, okay?

You want to find something,
you got to dig deeper.

Well, it's your dime, kid.

If my shovel hits something,
I'll call you.

Yeah, okay, good.

Problem?

No.

Then why are you staring at me?

You hired somebody to run
surveillance on your mother?

Okay,
I know what you're gonna say.

Well, what am I gonna say?

That hiring somebody
to spy on their mother

is the act of a crazy person.

Uh, yeah, I would've used
different words

like, uh, "whack job"
or "psychopath."

"Crazy" works, though.
It works.

Yeah, I had no choice,
Danny, okay?

Have you ever tried speaking
to your mother

like a... like a human being,

like normal people do?
What am I going to say?

"Mom, I know you're running
a covert op. What is it?"

Yeah, that would work.
Oh, okay.

Look, if she's in the game,
why don't you confront her?

Right?

I mean, don't bring in
an outside source.

She finds out that her son
put a tail on her,

I promise you...
I promise it will end badly.

It's not going to end badly.

This guy wrote the book
on surveillance.

My mother is never
going to see it coming.

How are the looms?

Oh, just weaving away.

Good. Good to hear.

Oh, I hope you don't mind,
I took the liberty

of ordering another
bottle of wine.

Well, if I drink any more wine,
I might do something I regret.

I hope so.

(chuckles)

I confirmed the C.O.D.
was multiple gunshot wounds.

However, it's what
happened to Mr. Hoapili

prior to being shot
that's quite interesting.

Take a look.

A shattered jaw,
six broken ribs,

signs of internal bleeding

and a fractured sacroiliac.

That would be a joint
in the pelvis.

I knew that.
No, you didn't.

You didn't know it, either.

Okay, uh,
if you two

are finished,
I'd like to continue.

Max, could all of this have been
a result of the accident?

No. The trunk never sustained
any damage due to the crash,

so Mr. Hoapili suffered
his extensive trauma elsewhere.

Okay, so he
was picked up,

he was beaten, dumped
in the trunk like this.

That would be correct.

And the extent of his injuries,
left unattended,

would have killed
Mr. Hoapili,

whether or not he had been shot.

And then there's this.

These cuts and contusions
on his knuckles

are defensive wounds.

Quite severe.

Which can only mean one thing.

Thomas was in a fight.

Not just a fight,
but the fight of his life.

Hey.

Glad to see you're

following Steve's orders
and staying put.

I took it to heart.

Working is therapeutic.

Otherwise, I let my emotions
get the better of me.

I'm so sorry.

You hungry? I can whip
some of these up for you.

No. I'm good.

I'm good.

I could use your eyes
on something, though.

You recognize them?

I might if you had
a better picture.

I wish I did.

These the two that
killed my cousin?

Right now they're suspects.

Mind if I keep that?

Show your suspects
to my people?

Sure.

But you got to promise

to call us first
if you get a name.

I learned my lesson, sistah.

I promise.

Okay.

Take care, Kame.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah, Chin.

You remember when Maggie told us

she and her father
went to the driving range?

Yeah, Tuesday nights?

Yeah.

I had HPD canvass all of

Thomas's known associates.

The owners of Ala Wai Golf say

they haven't seen Thomas
and Maggie there in years.

Kono, if Maggie lied to us

about hitting golf balls
with her father,

I wonder what else she told us
that wasn't true.

Yeah.

MAGGIE: Okay, the albacore's coming
in later this afternoon.

CHIN: Maggie, can we talk
to you for a moment?

Do you have any news?

What was your father
really doing Tuesday nights?

What are you talking about?

He wasn't hitting golf balls.

What was he really doing?

Uh, would you guys
give us a minute?

Thank you.

KONO: It would save us
a lot of time

if you told us
the truth.

I can't tell you.
CHIN: Look, Maggie,

I know all about wanting

to protect the reputation
of your family,

but if your father was mixed up

in something
that got him killed,

you need
to tell us now.

You know nothing
about my father.

You covering for someone else?

CHIN:
If you don't tell us,

we're going to need
to bring you in

for impeding
a homicide investigation.

All right, if that's the way

you want to play it,
that's fine by me.

You can't do this.

Watch me.

KONO: Maggie, what
is so important

you'd risk
going to jail?

I told you
I have nothing to say.

(sighs)

All right.

Well, if you're not
going to talk to us,

maybe you'll talk
to someone else.

(buzzer sounds, door opens)

KAMEKONA:
Mags.

Uncle.

(sobbing)

Maggie, I know
what you're feeling,

cause I'm feeling it, too.

But you have to cooperate
with these people.

You need to trust them.

They're only here to help us.

Maggie, your father was beaten

within an inch
of his life.

If you want
to protect

the people who did this,
go right ahead.

You told me
my father was shot.

CHIN: He was, but
that was after

somebody used him
as a punching bag.

No. It's impossible.

The picture doesn't lie.
No one could beat

my father that way.

He was the best.

Best?

Best at what?

KAMEKONA:
Whatever you know,

please tell these guys.

Have you ever heard
of Kapu Kuialua?

Lua.

It's the ancient
Hawaiian martial art,

primarily hand-to-hand combat.

What's that got to do with
your father's murder?

My father was an Olohe,

a Lua master,

and I'm his student.

Why didn't Thomas ever tell me?

We kept it secret.

My father grew up
believing it was huna.

The practice was outlawed
by the Colonial powers

because they felt
threatened by it.

Some traditionalists
still believe that training

should only
be done in secret,

and only by native
Hawaiian men.

Well, if only by men,
then how did you get involved?

My father wanted
to pass on his legacy,

and I'm an only child.

He made me swear

never to tell outsiders
what we were doing.

For eight years,
he trained me secretly.

CHIN:
Let me guess--

on Tuesday nights.

You said "outsiders."

So, who were the insiders?

My father didn't
just train me.

There were others.

How many?

He trained
about two dozen men

on his compound out in Waimea.

(yells in Hawaiian)

(men grunting)

Maggie, what are you doing
bringing these people here?

Shane, just hear them out.

Mr. Kawano,
I'm Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly.

This is Officer
Kalakaua, Five-O.

We're here to investigate
the murder of Thomas Hoapili.

Thomas Hoapili wouldn't
want you here.

This is private property.
You're trespassing.

This is my family's property.
These officers are welcome here.

They need our help.

For my father, please.

CHIN: Before Thomas was shot,
he was in a fight.

In fact, he was
almost beaten to death.

Do you recognize
either of them?

No. I'm sorry.

Can you think of anyone

who might have
wanted him dead?

I've run this pa lua for
Thomas for nine years.

In all that time,
I've never known him

to have any enemies,
especially among the haumana.

It's what I told you.

Thomas wasn't just
a Lua master;

he was our patron.

He allowed us to
use his land.

His money paid
for our classes.

We looked up to him.
Doesn't mean

that someone here didn't have
a motive to hurt him.

No one could match
my father's abilities.

No one here would lay
a hand on him,

because no one could.

Well, someone did.

CHIN:
And if anyone here

was in a fight,
there'd be signs of injuries,

so we're going to have
to check everyone.

Starting with you.

Hey. I just got off
the phone with Chin.

He just finished a
visual examination

of all the students,
looking for trauma.

He also ran alibis.

Doesn't look like any of them

had anything to do
with the murder.

Guys.
Whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

Thought I told you to stay put.
I got something.

Showed the fuzzy
picture around

and got the girl's name:
Kat Carrigan.

Who is she?

Ex-MMA fighter

with mad skills
in Muay Thai.

Got herself banned
from legal competition

for all sorts of
rule violations.

Got her.

Kat Carrigan.
According to TSA, she arrived

on the island two days ago
from Bangkok.

Clear.

Check this out.

(crowd yelling and cheering)

His name is Ramsey Pollock.

Flew into Oahu two days ago.

Same flight as Kat Carrigan.

What do we know
about him?

He's American,
33 years old.

He was the former
MMA heavyweight contender.

He's proficient
in six different martial arts,

and he lives most
of the year in Brussels.

Well, looks like Pollock's
been racking up

some serious
frequent flyer miles.

The past four months, he's been
in six different countries,

including Russia, Colombia

and, most recently, Thailand.

According to authorities,
he is suspected

in all of those countries
of running illegal fights.

Now, these are high-stakes
underground bouts

where wealthy fans
pay big bucks to sit ringside.

There's no rules,
there's no refs.

People die.

This guy's also
got a reputation

for defeating
every style of fighter

that he's ever gone up against.

Unfortunately,
every time law enforcement

gets close to bringing him down,
Pollock disappears.

Of course, no witnesses?
Right.

Well, what's the first rule
of fight club?

You do not talk
about fight club.

DANNY: No, nobody's
talking about it,

but people are paying
top dollar

to sit ringside
at these fights.

I just ran Pollock's financials.

26 wire transfers
in the last 48 hours,

each for 100 grand.

That's almost $2.5 million.

So, looks like Pollock
brought his fight club to Oahu.

Okay, so he comes here,

he kidnaps Thomas Hoapili,
forces him onto the fight card.

Now, if Pollock fought every
other type of fighter and won,

he needed to up the ante.

Offer the fight fans
something worth paying for.

And fighting
an elusive Lua master,

now that makes it a hot ticket.

KONO:
But then why stick around?

I mean, after that car crash,

Pollock would be an idiot
not to flee the island.

Ah, but maybe Pollock and Thomas
was just the undercard.

STEVE:
What are you talking about?

Pollock just wired
half a million dollars

into Kat Carrigan's account,
just this morning.

So, what, payment for
helping him grab Thomas?

Either that or a purse
for another fight.

CHIN: Well,
two underground

fight nights are certainly

more profitable than one.

So if our vic was the undercard,
maybe Carrigan is

the main event.

I think we might know
who her opponent is.

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

CHIN:
Maggie, it's Lieutenant Kelly.

Where are you?

(electricity crackles)

Steve.

It was Pollack
and Carrigan.

Security cam
confirms it.

I already called
in the vehicle.

Kono pulled Pollack
and Carrigan's phone records.

20 international calls

made in the last three hours.

She cross-referenced the numbers

with TSA,
got names and passports.

DANNY:
Bunch of rich guys

flew in on private jets.
According to TSA,

they're still here.
You were right.

There's a second fight.

KONO:
Hey, guys?

Did you find them?
I'm still working on that.

But I just found four calls
to a local number

on Pollock's call log.

They all go to Shane Kawano.

Why the hell's
he talking to our killer?

Every fight
needs a promoter, right?

Shane,

what's going on?

Your father gave me no choice.

(sobs softly)

Shane.

After all he did for you?

You son of a bitch.

He treated you

like a brother!

I gave my soul to that school,

but I was always
still in his shadow.

That's the way he liked it.

What are you talking about?

I went to him.

I showed him what we could do.

The money we both could make.

How we could open the school
to outsiders,

teach them.

So you had him murdered
because he wouldn't exploit Lua?

Because he wouldn't sell out?

Is that it?
Hey!

Your father was
an extreme traditionalist.

He was living in the Stone Age.

And when you inherited
his mantle,

you would have been
as stubborn as he was.

But with us out of the way,
you could just cash in.

You're the one
who killed my father.

(grunting)

Save your strength.

(whispers):
Gonna need it.

It looks like they're
consolidated in Diamond Head.

446 Alapali Place.

It's listed as a private
residence-- beach rental.

(engine starts)

(crowd cheering)

This is what you made
my father do?

I won't fight!

(crowd cheering)

(both grunting)

(screams)

(coughs)

(gasps)

Get up!

(yelling)

POLLOCK:
Get up!

Get up! Fight!

Fight!

Get up! Fight!

Get her!
Get her!

(yelling)

(crowd cheering)

(screams)

(yells)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You want to
hit someone,

come hit me.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen.

Going somewhere?

DANNY: Hope you had
a fantastic evening.

These nice gentlemen

with the hats and the guns,
they're gonna take you to jail.

Thank you very much
for your patronage.

Come on.

Maggie.

Kawano had my father killed.

And he's going to jail

for the rest of his life
for that.

Come on, I got you.

(groans)

Yeah.

(quietly):
Yes.

♪

(sighs)

Uncle, what are you
still doing here?

You should go home.

I'll be fine.

Little sistah,

through thick and thin,

your pops...
always there for me.

I'm always gonna
be there for you.

♪

Hey, we missed you surfing
yesterday morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I had something else
to do, you know.

Yeah? What's going on?

Oh, nothing. No, it's just
some, uh, work-related stuff.

So...

Mm.

Well, I can't believe that you
passed up my grandmother's ragu

for a beef stew MRE.

I had a craving.

For military rations?

Can you do me a favor
and pass me that canteen

behind you
there, please?

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

You know what,
I got my camo in the car.

If you want, I can throw them on
and we can play out

this whole
"trapped in a foxhole"

fantasy thing
you got going on right now.

I'll put this beef
stew down right now.

You love the foxhole
fantasy, don't you?

(laughs)

(Doris clears throat)

Oh, God.

(chuckles):
I'm so sorry.

Catherine, could you quick
just help me with this?

Yeah. Oh.

Doris, you look amazing.

Thank you.
What's the occasion?

I've got a date.

Sorry, what?

(doorbell rings)

That's probably him.

(doorbell rings)

Yes, I think it's just stuck
in kind of a thing there, see?

Yeah.

Yeah.

(knocking)

What are you doing here?

You told me to keep
an eye on your mother.

An eye, not hand.

Not any other part of your body.
She's my mother.

Steve, at my age, they're
all mothers or grandmothers.

What can I tell you?
We got chemistry.

(gasps)
Anthuriums.

Oh, they're so beautiful.

Thank you.

Um, Mick, this is Catherine.

Catherine, this is Mick.
Hi. How are you?

Hi. Very nice to
meet you, Mick.

How you doing?

And I think
you already know Steve.

Um, I'll just
put these in water.

You want to wait
in the car or...

Yeah, but, uh,
don't be too long,

'cause we got
reservations.

DORIS:
Got it.

Oh, Doris,
let me take the flowers.

Oh, thank you.

(whispers):
Chemistry.

You know, if you wanted to know
what I was up to,

you could have just asked.

Don't wait up.

(laughing)

== sync, corrected by elderman ==