Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly fancies himself as
the pancake master.
But in a few minutes,
you're gonna find out that he has got nothing on your old man.
Ah.
I call this...
my pineapple papaya pancake surprise.
Needs another "P," pecans.
Next time, next time.
You know, I do all the cooking
around here, and your mother has the nerve to tell me,
"The only thing that belongs in pancakes
are blueberries and chocolate chips."
Well, you know what I heard when she said that, don't you?
Challenge.
Right, right, um...
pancake challenge.
I feel you.
I tell you something, son, I really value these times
we get to spend together, Will.
Father and son, little man, big man,
breaking bread, bonding.
Reminds me of the times I spent with your grandfather.
Wow, epic fail.
You know, last week I was reading an article
in The Advertiser.
It was talking about the effect that these screens
have on young people.
The director of neuroscience
at UCLA said that the fix that you get
from being on that phone all the time
is equivalent to electronic cocaine.
And Chinese researchers call it "digital heroin."
You know what I call it?
I call it "If you don't put that damn thing down,
I'm throwing it out the window."
Sorry.
Down. Thank you.
Now we can spend some real quality
family father and son time together.
Oh, Dad, that's Grace.
We're gonna walk together,
so I'll see you later.
Wait, wait, where you going?
By my clock, you got another 40 minutes
before your first class.
Why don't you go answer the door,
get your little girlfriend, bring her into the kitchen.
We'll sit down and have breakfast
like civilized people.
Chin Ho Kelly.
Do you hear that sizzling?
Look at that golden brown deliciousness.
Beat that, pancake master.
Eat your heart out, Chin.
Morning, Mr. Grover.
Well, good morning, Grace.
How are you?
Good.
You are just in time.
Have a seat.
Sit down and relax.
And prepare to taste greatness.
Just humor him.
Really?
Yeah.
I know, seriously.
You know you two are sitting right next to each other, right?
Romeo and Juliet, put down the phones.
Both of you.
These fluffy, light cakes of deliciousness
deserve your full and undivided attention.
Oh, my God, that's disgusting.
What you talking about?
You haven't even tried 'em yet!
I think I'm gonna throw up.
Hang on.
Give it up.
He's dead, isn't he?
Harbormaster called it in.
Body was here when he showed up for work.
Guy's been cut open and hung up like some prized catch.
His wallet was on the dock.
His name's Sam Harrison from Pennsylvania.
Yeah, a photo of this guy popped up
in my kid's phone at breakfast.
And the photo's trending on social media; you believe that?
It's all everybody's talking about.
I'm thinking that's what the killer wanted.
Yeah, well, whoever killed this guy didn't just want him dead.
They're trying to make a statement.
♪ Hawaii Five-O 7x15 ♪ Ka pa'ani nui (Big Game
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
Kamekona, you're no good!
Treat your workers like you should!
Kamekona, you're no good!
Treat your workers like you should!
...three, four, we don't want this shirt no more!
One, two, three four,
we don't want this shirt no more!
Ugh. Finally.
Kamekona, you're no good!
Treat your workers like you should!
Took you long enough.
Please tell me this is not
the, uh, the emergency you called us about.
Dang right. You got to arrest this guy.
And get him off my beach!
Your cousin? Yes.
The one you told me that you loved
more than your first shave ice stand?
Not anymore. He's dead to me.
He got my workers to unionize;
now they're all on strike.
Excuse me.
Uh... we've talked about this before, yeah?
About emergencies.
And that they have to be actual emergencies, remember?
Now, a labor dispute,
it's just like a flat tire; it's not an emergency.
Brah, I haven't sold a single shrimp all morning.
You got to throw them all in Halawa
or they gonna kill my business.
Can't do that.
Why not?
'Cause this is public property.
Also, uh, it is perfectly legal for someone to engage
in a peaceful protest against what they feel
are unfair working conditions.
Unfair?
I haven't missed a single paycheck.
It ain't about that.
We get paid pennies for what we do.
We don't get no health, no dental,
no time and a half for overtime.
And every Christmas,
he forces me to dress like an elf.
To bring joy to the children.
It's humiliating!
So clearly you both have
very strong opinions about all this, but like I said,
labor disputes are out of Five-O's jurisdiction.
So you guys are gonna have to figure this out
by yourself, all right? If you can't arrest him,
at least buy a delicious breakfast shrimp loco moco.
Well, I-I definitely can't do that.
That would be crossing a picket line.
I'm from a union family.
And I'm a friend of the working man.
Crossing the line is just something that we do not do.
Socialist.
How about you, McGarrett?
Excuse me, just for a second, please.
Yeah, Chin.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell him I'll be right there.
All right.
Hey, listen, we just caught our second homicide for the day.
Guess the Coast Guard just fished a body out of the water.
Do me a favor,
would you stay here and make sure
these two don't kill each other please?
I'll meet you back at the shop in a little bit.
To-go bag? I got to go. Sorry.
I thought we was ohana.
She was found floating about five miles offshore.
Judging from the state of decomp, she's been dead
and in the water for three or four days.
Cause of death?
Multiple blunt force trauma to the back of the head.
Multiple?
So then there's no chance she slipped off the boat
and hit her head?
Correct. This is definitely a homicide.
We got an I.D.?
Nothing on her person,
and her prints weren't in the system.
She does have an interesting tattoo, though.
I ran it through the database and came up empty.
A number like that must have a specific meaning.
Maybe we find out what that is, and we find out who she is.
You know what? I'm gonna reach out to the Shoah Foundation,
ask them about this.
The Shoah Foundation? Yeah, it looks like a tattoo
from a World War Two concentration camp.
Lieutenant, this woman
is in her 30s.
How could she have been in the Holocaust?
Turns out our prize catch this morning,
Sam Harrison,
has himself a pile of enemies.
- Oh, he liked to hunt exotic animals. - That's right.
The more exotic, the more endangered,
the better, as far as he was concerned.
Which, I'm sure you would guess,
would turn him into persona non grata
amongst the animal rights groups.
Right, those people can be pretty nuts.
So you're thinking one of them targeted Harrison.
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking,
and it was probably a shark lover.
Oh, he killed a shark, too?
No, but he wanted to.
You see, for the last few months,
Harrison's been dying to bag a great white.
He traveled to Australia, he traveled to New Zealand,
Africa, Dominican Republic.
Struck out every place, so he decided to
try his luck here on Oahu.
Sharks are a family god here.
So if locals found out that he was here to kill a great white,
they'd probably want to do the same thing to him.
Boom.
So anybody specific?
This lady.
Her name's Lily O'Neill.
She's very big in the conservation world.
They call her... the Shark Whisperer.
No, I've heard of her.
She free-dives with sharks
to show people that they're not as dangerous as everyone thinks.
But what makes you think that she's involved?
Well, she's been shaming
Harrison online ever since he made public
his desire to go shark hunting.
But then when she found out he was actually coming here,
threats started pouring in.
"Better think twice about what you're here to do,
"or trust me,
you won't be the only one hunting for a trophy."
And there's a dozen more of those.
Okay, hang on.
So, Lily is passionate about protecting sharks.
Yes, she won't hesitate to call someone out
if she believes that they're a threat to them,
but she's never once resorted to violence.
I think this is the first time somebody actually
took this thing right to her doorstep.
Maybe she decided to step her game up.
♪ I just want ♪
♪ I wanna be here with you ♪
♪ Not bracing ♪
♪ For what comes next ♪
♪ The hungry fools ♪
♪ Who rule the world ♪
♪ Can't catch us ♪
♪ Surely they can't ruin everything ♪
♪ Got some new words ♪
♪ I can see sideways ♪
♪ If there's a limit ♪
♪ Hasn't found me yet. ♪
Lily O'Neill?
Yeah?
Five-O.
Look, when I found out what Harrison was planning,
I admit, I got a little carried away.
But those were just words, okay?
I mean, as awful as that guy was,
he didn't deserve to die that way.
Besides, killing Harrison
accomplishes nothing.
The work people like me are doing,
educating the public
and fighting to get legislation passed,
that is gonna do a lot more to protect the shark population
than taking out one single hunter.
So you believe her?
I'll have HPD look into her alibi,
but I'm pretty sure it's gonna check out.
Okay, so what's our next move?
I don't know, I think maybe we're looking at this wrong.
She makes a good point.
People like her are not gonna go kill somebody,
uh, especially if it doesn't help their cause, you know?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't an activist who killed Harrison.
Right, just somebody who wanted us to think that it was.
Jerry, what do you got?
Chin was right.
I spoke to the Shoah Foundation
and the tattoo on our Jane Doe's arm
matches the concentration camp I.D.
of one Itzhak Rozen,
a Holocaust survivor who was held at Auschwitz.
After World War II,
he settled in New York and died last year at the age of 83.
His only surviving relative was his granddaughter.
That's her.
That's our Jane Doe.
Her name is Leia Rozen.
She also lived in New York and by all accounts,
she and granddad were pretty close.
I can only assume she got the tattoo as a way of honoring him.
All right, we, uh, we know what Leia was doing in Hawaii?
No, but get this:
her last credit card purchase was on Molokai,
specifically, in Kalaupapa.
Kalaupapa?
You mean the old leprosy colony?
Yeah.
Well, I mean, that place hasn't been under quarantine
since the late '60s, but travel there
is still heavily restricted.
Yeah, she must've been invited by someone who lives there.
It's the only way you can visit.
Okay, uh, do me a favor, will you, Jerry.
Contact the sheriff of Molokai.
Tell them that Chin and I are gonna come over.
Sure thing. Oh, and just FYI,
I heard that once you get to Molokai,
it's still a 90-minute hike
down to Kalaupapa.
Half that if you go by mule.
I don't think either of those things are gonna happen,
but thank you.
Aloha.
You must be Commander McGarrett.
Yes, indeed.
Lieutenant Kelly? Aloha.
I'm Sheriff Alana. Welcome to Kalaupapa.
Thanks for meeting us.
Glad to be of help.
Like I told Special Consultant Ortega,
you are welcome to use our station while you're here.
And my department will assist in any way we can.
We appreciate that.
I took the liberty of looking into the victim.
Apparently, she arrived here
two weeks ago as part of a volunteer group.
So I'm gonna take you to meet Bill Walker,
the volunteer coordinator. Okay.
He should have more information.
Great, thanks.
Kalaupapa is a National Historical Park,
so access here is restricted.
You have to be either a resident or a volunteer
in order to visit.
And what do the volunteers do here?
Mainly, they help with the upkeep of the grounds
and with whatever the patients need.
Patients? I thought leprosy had been cured.
Actually, we prefer to call it Hansen's disease.
And it was.
But there's still a small number of former patients living here.
The trauma they suffered from being ostracized by society
made it difficult for many of them to leave,
even after the quarantine ended.
How many people live here in total?
Well, between the patients, their families,
government workers and the handful of folks
who work at the small businesses here,
a little over a hundred.
Hey, Bill.
Hey, Alana.
Good afternoon. How are you today?
I'm all right.
Good to see you.
Uh-huh.
Bill, uh, these gentlemen are with the Five-O Task Force
on Oahu.
They would like to ask you some questions.
Well, what can I do for you?
Well, we'd like to ask you some questions
about one of your volunteers here, Leia Rozen.
We found her body off the coast of Oahu this morning, sir.
Leia's dead? Yes, sir.
We, uh, we think she may have been murdered
while she was here on this island.
I'm very sorry.
What can you tell us about her?
Huh. A very... a very nice young woman.
Uh, quiet, but hardworking.
Uh, the group that she came with
left, uh, four days ago.
Uh, Leia wanted to stay on Molokai a little longer
to do some sightseeing.
I see. Do you, uh, do you happen to know where she went?
No. Uh... uh...
there's a bungalow just down the road
where we house our volunteers and, uh,
the next group wasn't coming in until next month,
so I... I told Leia she was welcome to stay there.
This is her bungalow right here.
She had the back room, all to herself.
Back here.
It looks like Leia might have done some exploring.
Or had plans to.
Maybe she went walking along the cliff,
and got too close to the edge, fell off?
That definitely would have killed her.
It's a 1,600 foot drop into the ocean.
Yeah, except her injuries aren't consistent
with that kind of a fall.
Chin...
What's up?
A Glock 26 right there.
Leia Rozen came here to help people,
so why would she need a gun?
That's funny.
He's a natural.
Must be nice taking a chopper down here.
Pretty sure my ass is broken.
Nah, your ass looks fine to me.
Funny.
Hey, uh, Eric, this is Bill.
Bill's gonna take you to the bungalow
where our victim was staying.
Need you to process that right away.
Right. Hello, Eric.
Uh, let me help you with your things.
Oh, thank you. Whoa.
Thanks, Bill.
Real smooth.
What? I wasn't expecting that.
You coming?
Yep, yep! Right behind you, buddy.
You could have warned me.
Hey, Bill.
Hey. Hey.
So, my office just got in touch
with the other volunteers Ms. Rozen was here with.
And according to them, she never mentioned having a gun
or made any indication that she might need one.
The only thing I could think of
is that she had it for protection.
Protection from what?
This is Kalaupapa.
We don't see much crime here.
Maybe it wasn't this place she was worried about.
You think she was running from someone?
It's certainly possible. I mean, this is a...
it's a very isolated part of the world,
travel here is restricted.
I can't think of a better place
to hide out if someone was after me.
As expected,
Mr. Harrison's cause of death
was blood loss from a central incision
on his thoracic cavity.
But I did find something unexpected.
What's that?
See this part of the wound right here?
Yeah.
Take a look at the pattern.
- Those look like bite marks. - They are.
In fact, they're bite marks of a shark.
A great white, to be exact.
Wait, hang on. You're saying that
in addition to being split open,
this guy had an encounter with Jaws?
That's right.
Well, I guess Harrison
had his little shark hunt after all.
Yep.
And from the looks of it,
the killer attempted to hide the fact
that he was bitten by making this incision.
Well, then whoever pulled Harrison out on the water,
that must be our guy.
Yeah, well, it's illegal to hunt great whites in Hawaii,
so there wouldn't be too many people
willing to arrange a hunt.
At least our suspect pool would be small.
Well, despite that, I don't think we'll find them
advertising on Yelp, so how we gonna find 'em?
There's one person who might know.
One, two, three, four!
We don't want his shrimp no more!
Let me get this right.
At Lieutenant Kelly's birthday,
Chicago here fills his thick head
with the idea of unionizing.
And then this morning, McGarrett and Williams
refuse to do their civic duty by squashing this unrest.
Now Five-O wants my help?
Sorry, sistah. Not how it works.
Oh, come on now, big fella.
Kamekona, this isn't just about us.
If you help us find the person we're looking for,
you'd be helping the mano,
which you know is sacred to a lot of people in Hawaii,
including me.
The shark is my family's aumakua.
Mine, too.
Then we need to protect them.
Okay, I'll help.
But just for the record,
this for the sharks, not you two crime-fighters.
Noted. What you got?
It's been an open secret.
Local restaurants be serving up shark fin soup,
although it's been banned.
Economics 101 says,
where there's demand, there will be be supply.
That's where these finners come in.
There's only a handful of 'em on this rock,
and I'm betting that's who you want to call
when you're setting up a shark hunt.
That's good. You have some names?
Yeah. Why don't you go buy some shrimp tacos?
I'll go write them down while you wait.
Kamekona, we can't take sides. Come on.
By supporting that lolo's stupid picket line,
you already chose a side.
You know, can I just say something
as a former police union rep?
These kind of showdowns, nobody wins.
And you two are family, so you got even more to lose.
You should know,
you single-handedly sabotaged my business.
Okay, I-I might've mentioned the word "union"
to Flippa at the party, but I also asked him
to get me a second piece of cake
and some diet soda, so as far as I'm concerned,
that was nothing but a lot of chitchat and small talk.
Nobody was trying to ruin your business.
If that was an apology, I didn't hear the words.
Kamekona, my man,
I'm sorry.
There. You feel better now?
Nah. Oh, brother.
Words are not gonna solve my problem.
Yes, they will.
Listen, you're known all over this island as being
a very smart and very shrewd businessman,
so I know you know good help is hard to find.
Now, if you just put your pride aside for a minute,
I'm sure you can come up with a solution
that both of you can live with.
And on the low, probably one
you'll end up benefitting from, so...
I'll take it into advisement.
All right, you do that. In the meantime,
let's have those names.
Wait here. I'll go get them.
Family drama.
This is why I never do business with family.
Oh, hey.
I'm sorry. I... I've just never seen anybody do this.
Really? What about on TV?
I don't watch a lot of TV.
You looking for fingerprints?
Yep. We know our victim was killed up close,
so we want to see if anyone other than her
or any of the other volunteers may have been in here.
So, how do you find a fingerprint?
Well, I'll show you. Come check this out.
All right. First, we take our aluminum powder,
then we take our dusting brush and we dip it in.
Not too much.
And then, we give our area
a few gentle swirls...
The powder will pick up a latent print.
Baby.
All right.
Now, we take our tape,
like this,
and we stick it, like that.
There we go.
And we slowly
lift the print.
Slow.
Got it.
Stick the tape to the card, like that.
Boom. Voila.
Easy-peasy, George and Weezy, huh?
Isn't that something.
Pretty cool, right? I mean, it leaves
kind of a crazy mess, but I don't care.
I don't got to clean it up.
Now...
all we got to do is run this
against the millions of prints in the system.
And it'll tell us if it belonged to Leia,
another volunteer or someone else.
Thank you for showing me this. Eh.
You're welcome.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Most people that come here do the same thing.
So, uh, how long have you lived here?
My parents sent me here in 1950.
I was, uh, eight years old.
Have you ever been to Oahu?
Never. Oh, dude. You got to go.
I know where all the great eats are.
Oh, hey, look at that.
Oh, wait, wait, wait a minute.
Hey, Billy, you know who that guy is?
Yeah.
He works the bar downtown, only, he...
he's not Tony, he's Mikey.
Chin, go around.
Tony Nguyen.
Las Vegas PD's been looking for you.
You got outstanding warrants for theft, assault,
damage to property.
Coming out here to lay low, that's pretty smart.
Yeah, I'll tell you what's not smart...
...is bashing Leia Rozen's head in,
and throwing her body in the water.
Look at the photograph.
Hey, okay, wait.
Look, that girl came into the bar a few times,
but I've haven't seen her in a week.
I had no idea she was even dead,
and I sure as hell didn't kill her!
Where were you four days ago?
I was with my girlfriend.
I work here in town for six days,
then I go topside for five.
Me and my girl were in Kaunakakai,
way on the other side of the island.
I just got back this morning.
All right, let's say for a minute that that's true.
Your prints were found in the bungalow where Leia was staying.
How do you explain that?
I was there because I was selling her a gun. Okay?
Go on.
Last week, her and some other volunteers
came to the bar to unwind.
After a few drinks, the lady let it slip
that she was looking to buy a piece.
A few nights later,
I went over to the bungalow and I sold her one.
Did she say why she needed a gun?
She just said something about wanting to "make things right."
She didn't share any details and I didn't want to know.
I just wanted to get my money so I could take my girlfriend away.
If this kid's telling the truth, then maybe Leia
didn't come here to disappear.
Maybe she came here to settle a score.
Maybe she was the one who was after someone.
Yeah, and maybe that someone got to her first.
Okay, so I was going over Leia Rozen's travel record,
and it definitely appears
that she may have been chasing someone.
She came to Molokai straight from Buenos Aires,
and before that, she was in Spain.
But she'd been globe-hopping for a better part of the year.
After her grandfather died, she left New York for Poland,
Rome and Genoa.
She gets around.
Yeah. Woman logged some serious miles.
You know what, Jerry, do me a favor.
Go through that list again, and... and this time,
in order, please.
Okay. Uh, Poland, Rome,
Genoa, Spain, Argentina.
Yeah, Argentina. You know what?
All these countries have something in common.
What?
They're all stops along the Nazi ratlines.
Oh, wow. He's right.
How'd I not see that?
Wait a minute, w-what are the ratlines?
They're the escape routes that the Nazis used
to disappear after World War II.
Sympathizers in these countries, they made fake I.D.s,
passports, the whole nine.
So, we're thinking that Leia Rozen was here
looking for a Nazi?
Yeah, apparently, one she was convinced was right here
in Kalaupapa.
Get the feeling that that tattoo
wasn't the only way she was gonna honor her grandfather.
At Auschwitz there was an SS-Unterscharfuhrer.
He couldn't have been more than,
what, 19.
He oversaw the barracks that we were in.
We had nicknames for him,
but I... I never knew his real name.
But one night,
he dragged me
and my brother and my sister
out of the barracks.
He held a gun to my head,
and made me to choose
which one of them would live.
If I didn't choose,
all three of us would die.
So I did.
I chose.
I don't remember
what happened to that guard.
He fled when the Soviet Army appeared.
It's difficult to know that that man
may have gotten away
with what he did.
Well, that SS guard must have been the person Leia was after.
Leia told Tony Nguyen
she wanted to right a wrong.
What that guard did to Leia's grandfather certainly qualifies.
Now, that guard, who was 19 years old, he said,
in 1945, which would make him about 91 today.
We're saying we think that Leia Rozen was killed
by a 91-year-old Nazi fugitive.
You know, I don't know.
Maybe.
Yeah, all right. Well, look. If that is the case,
we're gonna need to retrace Leia's steps,
talk to the same people she did
and see if we can identify this guard.
Got to hand it to you, Mr. Reynolds.
Dolphin excursion's a pretty good front
for a shark finning operation.
Yeah, I was impressed. Look, you got the shirt,
and everything. It's good.
I'm glad you're impressed.
Okay. So do you want the bad news, or the really bad news?
You pick.
Okay. So the cops came and searched your boat.
They found half a dozen shark fins packed in ice below deck.
Depending on the species,
that's a $30,000 haul.
But it's about a $50,000 fine,
since this is your second offense.
It's a fish, lady.
Just like the ahi you throw on the grill,
only bigger.
Except you slice the fins off of them while they're still alive,
and throw them back in the water to suffocate and die.
It's not exactly humane, is it?
People stop eating the soup,
I'll stop finning the sharks.
Okay, you're done with finning sharks, okay.
But let's get to the really bad news,
which is that we found blood on your boat.
A lot of blood. Human blood.
Did some tests, found out that it belonged
to, uh, Sam Harrison.
You know who that is, right?
I think that he came to you, okay,
and said he wanted you to help him find
a great white shark, like Roy Scheider, in Jaws.
You know.
Uh, didn't go as planned.
Uh, shark bites the guy.
You can't take him to the hospital
because you're a shark finner--
it's not good for business--
so you, uh, you cut him up,
hang him up there on the dock,
make it look like a shark-lover did it.
That's my theory. What do you think?
Harrison got in touch with me
through a restaurant I sell to.
Offered me ten grand to take him out.
Took a couple hours, but we finally found
a 16-footer off the coast.
I told him it was a bad idea,
but Harrison wanted to get in the water without a cage.
Well, big surprise--
the shark charged him.
You can guess what happened next.
I tried to patch him up with a first-aid kit.
By the time I got back to shore,
Harrison was in bad shape.
He's yelling at me to take him to the hospital.
Look, the whole world wanted that guy dead anyway.
Trust me, no one's crying for him.
Yeah, I'd agree with you.
But trust us,
no one's crying for you either.
Okay, this is the guard Itzhak Rozen was talking about.
His name is Tomas Sauer.
We'll age him up 70 years.
Boom. That's what he looks like now.
All right, send this picture to Sheriff Alana.
See if she recognizes this guy.
On it.
I've got to say, man, if Tomas actually did
come out here, it's kind of genius.
The only people that were coming through Molokai
in the 1940s were leprosy patients and missionaries.
The chances of Tomas being discovered
were practically zero.
Well, no one ever said the Nazis were stupid,
just pure evil.
The sheriff just replied. What'd she say?
She doesn't recognize the picture,
but she's gonna ask around.
Seems like Leia was pretty sure
that Tomas was at Kalaupapa at some point.
Maybe it was before the sheriff got here.
Yeah, maybe we need to ask somebody
who's been in Kalaupapa for a longer period of time.
Uh, I, uh, recognize him.
But what you're saying, that-that couldn't be true.
Why? Who is this guy?
Uh, this is, uh, Allen Smith.
He-he came here as a missionary
after the war.
He worked in the...
orphanage, where I was.
Married a local girl.
You know, he...
he did a lot of good work here.
He helped a lot of people.
Mr. Walker, whatever good this man may have done,
it doesn't make up for what he did before he got here.
I-I-I understand.
Do you know where he is now?
Well, he moved up topside 15 years ago.
I believe he has a place in Mauna Loa, and, uh...
I mean, his daughter can take you there.
Who's his daughter?
Sheriff Alana.
Allen Smith, Five-O!
Clear.
Looks like Tomas took off in a hurry.
No wonder Sheriff Alana wasn't returning our calls.
When we sent her that photograph,
we were basically telling her and her old man
to get out of town.
All right, get out the BOLO. Alert TSA and FBI.
Make sure they know that Alana's a cop, all right?
She's probably armed.
Hey, guys, I got something you got to see.
You see this?
Yeah, I see that.
Looks like a bleach stain.
I thought so, too, so I ran my black light over it.
You may have found the crime scene.
Okay, so maybe, uh, maybe Leia Rozen
comes to this house to confront Tomas.
Do you remember Itzhak Rozen?
He was my grandfather.
Clearly, the old guy doesn't pose much of a threat,
but Bill did say that Alana used to stay here a lot.
Right, and if she was here,
she could have picked up something heavy,
hit her over the head, killed her,
and then just dumped the body.
Yeah, it was smart of Alana
to take the gun back to Leia's bungalow.
Got us thinking somebody was after her.
She sent you in the wrong direction
just long enough for her and Herr daddy to get away.
See what I did there?
Yeah, you're very clever-- why don't you make yourself useful
and start going through Tomas' stuff,
see if you can find something that might give us an idea
of where they're headed, okay?
Check.
It's bad enough this guy's managed
to escape justice all these years.
If he disappears again, though...
He's not gonna disappear again.
What makes you say that?
'Cause it's not 1945.
There's a... there's a camera on every street corner,
not to mention everybody's pocket.
Everybody's got a cell phone.
All the kids have got smart phones.
And social media, 24-hour news.
There is no hiding anymore.
We're gonna put the word on the street
and he won't stay missing for long, I promise you.
Thanks for all your help, Bill.
We really appreciate it.
Take care of yourself, okay?
Uh, yeah, thank you, Lieutenant.
Uh...
Well, I hope you find 'em.
We'll find 'em.
They were my friends.
I know they were.
I'm sorry, Bill.
It's been a pleasure, Eric.
Same here.
Listen, can I be real with you for a sec?
When I first got here, and we met,
I acted all... weird.
And, uh... I'm sorry.
I hadn't noticed.
Right.
Thank you.
It's a beautiful place.
I'd like to come back sometime.
You're welcome anytime, brah.
Thanks for agreeing to a sit-down.
Mahalo.
Not easy marching around in a circle all day, is it?
I admit, my dogs are barking a little,
but we'll be back here tomorrow, bright and early.
I know you will, but I've been thinking.
Showdowns like this, nobody wins.
The thing is, I can't give you
everything you're asking for.
However, what if I was to make you part
of my management team, effective immediately?
Really?
You showed some real leadership ability,
Norma Rae.
I know it wasn't easy
getting your co-workers to join in
on your little walkout.
So what do you say?
What duties would this new position entail?
Same as before-- sell my shrimp.
So all I get is a title bump?
No, you also get your own truck.
You'd be operation manager for the North Shore division
of Kamekona Enterprise, Incorporated.
Really? My own truck?
I'm thinking about expanding.
Time seems right.
The North Shore is an underserved market.
What about them?
You're gonna need people to work it.
Take 'em with you.
Maybe give 'em a modest raise.
When I say "modest," I mean small.
So you in or what?
Mahalo.
You earned it, little cuz.
♪ I see trees of green ♪
♪ Red roses, too ♪
♪ I see them bloom ♪
♪ For me and you ♪
♪ And I think to myself ♪
♪ What a wonderful world ♪
♪ I see skies of blue ♪
♪ And clouds of white ♪
♪ The bright, blessed day ♪
♪ The dark, sacred night ♪
♪ And I think to myself ♪
♪ What a wonderful world. ♪
Alana Smith, you're under arrest
for the murder of Leia Rozen.
Tomas Sauer...
for forced imprisonment, torture and murder,
you're under arrest for war crimes
under the laws of the Geneva Convention.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man