01x03 - Malama Ka Aina (Respect the Land)
Posted: 10/07/10 08:21
(man chanting, echoing from distance)
(men join in chant)
Announcer (over P.A.): Aloha, football fans, and welcome the grudge match; the inter-island rivalry everyone's been waiting for: The Kapui Kings versus the P-Boy's Scorpions.
Yeah.
(both grunt)
Oh! How'd you miss that facemask call, ref?!
He only tried to gouge the kid's eyes out! You suck!
I'm glad she's on our team.
No, she's just getting warmed up.
Danny: Sorry we're late.
Hey, brah.
Nice hands, brah.
Hey, Gracie.
I'm Steve. It's great to meet you finally.
Your dad, he talks about you all the time.
Talks about you a lot, too.
(all laugh)
Really? Does he?
We, uh, we commiserate.
It's a father-daughter thing.
Hi, I'm Kono.
Hello.
And I'm Uncle Chin.
Are you a football player?
I used to be. I used to play quarterback for that red team.
He was a legend, too, till, uh, till I came along and shattered all his records.
That's a really pretty tennis outfit.
Yeah, I had to pick her up today at a country club.
Step-Stan decided that she should start taking tennis lessons.
What's wrong with tennis, Danny?
I'll tell you what's wrong with tennis.
It can be played on a table, which makes it an activity, not a sport.
You throw the ball, I catch the ball, that is a sport.
It's my duty as a father to teach my daughter the difference.
Dad, I can still hear you.
Well, you're not supposed to be listening to me, huh?
You're supposed to be paying attention, 'cause it's football.
It's a sport.
Dad, I'm hungry.
How can you be hungry?
We ate an hour ago.
We didn't eat nachos an hour ago.
What was I thinking about?
Of course, we didn't.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, get me some.
All right.
Oh!
Yeah!
I mean, is this place great or what, huh?
It's a real ballpark here.
Remember Yankee Stadium?
Uh-huh.
Popcorn, we got corndogs.
They don't have that kind of food at country clubs, do they?
Well, they have hot dogs, but they don't come on a stick.
No stick?
Defeats the whole purpose.
Come here. Come on.
Excuse me. I'm a police officer.
Yes?
We may have a situation here.
This is my daughter Grace.
I need you to take her and your daughter into the bathroom and wait there until I get back, all right?
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, come on, kid, listen to me.
This nice lady's gonna watch you for a little bit.
I want you to go with her, okay?
Daddy...
Hey, I'm just gonna go make sure there's no bad guys, that's all-- all right?
I'll be right back.
Come here. I love you. Go on.
Okay, come on.
(phone rings)
Where are my nachos?
Hey, I'm right in front of you.
Got two guys headed to the field, strapped.
I think something's about to go down.
We got trouble.
Kono, call HPD for backup.
Hey, all right Come on, Junior.
g*n! g*n!
Put it down! Put it down! Hey!
(people screaming)
Get out of the way!
Black shirt! Runner!
Got him.
Hands behind your head right now-- right now!
Got him. Got him. Go!
Go get Grace!
All right, everybody, keep the peace and stay calm.
Grace!
(sirens approach)
Grace!
Daddy! Daddy!
Come here.
(sighs with relief)
You okay, huh?
You okay?
Freeze!
Put your hands where I can see 'em!
Turn around slowly.
Sid?
(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 1x03 ♪
Malama Ka Aina (Respect the Land)
Original Air Date on October 4, 2010
(indistinct radio transmission)
Kono: There's no I.D. on this victim.
See if any of the other witnesses know him.
You're a hell of a quarterback.
What's your name?
Junior Satelli.
Junior, all right, you got lucky today. It's just a scratch.
Hey, boss, over here.
You're gonna be all right, kid.
Excuse me.
This is one of the sh**t.
Do you recognize the art?
It's a 14K tattoo.
This guy's a Triad enforcer.
The other vic is Samoan.
These guys are from two different gangs.
So what are we looking at here, a g*ng w*r?
The Triads and Samoans have coexisted on this island for as long as I can remember.
They never brought their wars into the public, especially in front of their families.
You guys okay?
Yeah, okay. You?
Yeah. I lost my runner in the parking lot.
Danny: That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life.
v*olence follows me? I mean, how do you even come up with something like that?
No, what happened here has nothing to do with my job.
In fact, it is just the opposite, okay?
She is safe because I am a cop.
Danny: Huh? You know, I can't, I can't even do this right now.
She'll be there in five minutes.
An officer's bringing her home.
Yeah. Good-bye.
Can't wait to meet your ex.
Yeah, the two of you can plan my demise.
So what do we got?
Six friendlies wounded, two hostiles dead.
Think it was a g*ng sh**ting.
Triads and Samoans.
Well, if this is a g*ng w*r, the problem is there's only gonna be one winner.
Yeah. And the losers: whoever gets in the way.
(dog barks, woman speaks indistinctly)
(baby crying)
What do you want?
Where's Sid?
I haven't seen him in months.
She has your eyes.
I gotta go.
All right.
Well, if you see him, tell him I'm looking for him.
(baby fussing)
So I got an I.D. on the target of our g*ng sh**ting.
His name is Mana Sapolu.
HPD says he's a high-ranking lieutenant.
If this is a g*ng w*r, Sapolu might be retaliation.
Crime Reduction Unit says the Samoans are responsible for murders of at least seven Triads in the last six months.
That's why this was so public.
The Triads are sending a message they're not gonna sit back and get taken out one-by-one.
Kono: Hey, guys!
I got something.
Been going through the cameras left behind, trying to I.D. the sh**t-- this is what I saw.
(g*nf*re)
Wait, wait, wait.
Go back. Rewind that.
Steve: Check it out.
That's Junior Satel, the quarterback.
So wait a minute-- everyone's running away from the g*nshots, but this kid Junior's moving right towards it.
Kono: Thought you might find that interesting, so I asked around.
Junior's uncle is Mana Sapolu, our dead Samoan.
Yeah, so he's probably in the g*ng.
And knows who the sh**t are.
Kono: EMTs released him.
I saw him heading for the locker room.
Come on.
You know, when I was a kid, this island seemed like the safest place on Earth.
That's the thing about being a kid, you don't know any better.
You could leave your door unlocked, no one would bother you.
If people had a beef, they'd settle it with their fists, not with g*ns.
Back home, you win a fistfight, you go home and you lock the doors twice, 'cause you know somebody's coming back with a g*n.
Hawaii's just catching up to the times.
Maybe.
Steve: Hey, there's Junior.
What do you think's in the bag?
I don't know.
I'll give you three-to-one it ain't his lunch.
Hey! Junior.
How's it?
Let's take a look at your lunch.
Hey, hey, I didn't do nothing.
You didn't do anything yet.
We know Mana Sapolu's your uncle.
What do you got?
Look at that.
What are you thinking, huh?
What are you thinking about?
It's all my fault, man.
I asked him to come watch me play today, and if I wouldn't have done it, he...
You were starting quarterback in the biggest game of the year.
You think your uncle was gonna stay away?
You lost someone you love today, I get that.
But putting another body in the morgue, you think that's gonna make you feel better?
Junior, tell us where we can find the men who sh*t your uncle.
I promise you we'll take 'em off the street.
International Marketplace.
The guys that did this... they just started using the store trains to front their meth business.
Steve: All right.
If I see you anywhere but a football field, I will arrest you.
You understand?
Yes.
Go home.
Excuse me?
Go.
Hold on, hold on.
Wait, whoa-whoa-whoa.
Go.
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Okay, let me ask you a question.
What the hell is the matter with you, huh?!
He's just a kid.
No, he's not just a kid.
He's a kid with a g*n, okay?
What, did you want me to book him, Danno?
You think that's funny?
Let me break it down for you, okay?
Kids with g*ns k*ll innocent people and cops!
Right.
All right, now, that kid, maybe he's going to finish a math assignment, but more likely he's looking for another g*n so he can sh**t someone!
Why? 'Cause you conveniently just decided to forget about the law!
He's angry because somebody came along and k*lled a member of his family today.
And he feels like if he doesn't do something about it, nobody will.
So let's prove him wrong.
Come on, we got a k*ller to catch.
There's something wrong with you, you know that, right?
So you like to k*ll people on football fields, huh?
You're under arrest for the m*rder of Manu Sapolu.
(Sid chuckling, speaking softly)
That's because these girls are like, "Give us some money."
Go ahead, take the girls back to the house.
What the hell are you doing here?
There's a tape of the game.
It's only a matter of time before you're I.D.'d and arrested.
What are you talking about, cuz?
You were the one pointing the g*n.
Listen to me. You need to come with me right now and talk to my people.
Your people?
You mean the drug dealers you ripped off when you were a cop.
Stay away from me.
(yelling in pain)
What the hell are you doing?!
I'm a cop again.
I was trying to cut you a break.
I was trying to do things a different way.
I guess I was wrong.
Sid: Hey! Ow!
Come on!
In here.
Give me a break!
Have a seat!
Steve: What's going on?
This is Sid.
He was at the football game.
And part of a Samoan g*ng.
Kono? Don't tell me you're working with them?
How do you know him?
He's our cousin.
He's our cousin.
I'm also a cop.
Steve: You're a cop?
Undercover.
Chin said you quit the HPD.
That would have been the easy way out.
Before I took this assignment, I had the whole department coming down on me just because I shared blood with this thief.
Watch your mouth.
All right, just got off the phone with HPD.
His story checks out.
He's working with the g*ng unit.
They got him undercover with the Samoans.
That's what I was trying to tell you.
The police department said that I quit to set up my cover.
I've been under with the Samoan gangs for 11 months.
Trying to identify the major players and collect enough evidence to take them down on Federal warrants.
What can you tell us about this g*ng w*r?
I ain't saying another word in front of this dirty cop.
You want to believe I took money from drug raids, that's fine.
But you're going to tell us what you know.
I'll tell these two.
I ain't talking to you.
(gasping)
You saw Sid at the football game, didn't you?
And you let him go.
He wasn't involved in the sh**ting.
He was trying to get away.
You give him a pass because he's family.
They didn't do that for you.
Sid: Been working my way up.
They're starting to trust me.
For the past six months, I was muscle for their call girl operations.
And finally starting to get in some of their security work.
From what I've been able to put together, this beef with the Triads was instigated by the Samoans.
Why?
No idea.
But from what I been hearing, it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
We're in the business of making things better, so why don't you tell us where to start.
There's a repair shop over on Lagoon Samoans sometimes use for deliveries.
Been a lot of activity over there lately.
Not sure what... but I heard it something to do with muscling the Triads out of one of the rackets.
If you're looking for answers--
I'd start there.
So this is where Sid thinks the Samoans are doing business.
What kind of business?
I'd say chop shop, but I can't see anyone stealing and stripping these hoopties.
You know, I was thinking about it.
I think you should send Chin home for a couple days.
Law enforcement is Chin's family business, so when he lost his badge, he lost his family.
If he wants to wear a badge, he has to be able to deal with things like this.
You weren't held when you were a baby, were you?
It's called tough love, partner.
(muttering)
Oh, and by the way, I was held.
Okay? I have photos, if you want proof.
Photoshop.
So you say something?
No.
Have to give the Samoans props.
Sure can pack away the pies.
Right?
That's a lot of pizza.
Maybe not.
Look at this.
What do you see?
I don't see anything.
Exactly.
No cheese drips, no grease stains.
Nothing. No crust.
Doesn't that seem strange to you?
Not half as strange as it must to a man who lives on take-out.
What do they deliver in these boxes is what I'm saying.
Okay, all right, what's that look?
What look?
The look-- the look you give me when you don't tell me what you're thinking about.
Next thing I know, I'm getting sh*t at.
Looking for iodine. Iodine.
Iodine.
Look at that, mystery solved.
Grab one of those boxes, put it on this table here.
Right here?
Yeah.
Okay, enough already.
What are we doing here?
When iodine mixes with metal, it forms binary salts.
Binary salts-- all right.
Is there a reason for this chemistry lesson?
Pay attention.
You might learn something.
Any metallic objects that were left in those boxes... will have left trace elements behind.
The iodine will bring it out in a couple of seconds.
Wow.
Thick crust, extra b*ll*ts, please.
Yeah.
Come on, I can use a good slice. Let's go.
You know what? This place actually sounds all right.
I'm sure it does.
It says here they fly in the water.
That's great. Yeah.
This town could use a good slice.
It's a shame we got to put them out of business.
You should try lolani's in Waikiki.
They do the best ham and pineapple on the lsland...
Oh! Oh!
What?
Let me explain something to you, okay?
Pizza is mozz, sauce and dough.
That is it.
All right, you want to put a pepperoni on your slice that's fine, but ham, out.
Fruit, out.
Okay, I don't care where we are.
Pizza and pineapple do not belong in the same airspace.
I guess you feel quite strongly about this.
(funeral dirge ringtone plays)
That's cute.
Did your ex get a new one, too?
No, it's... miserable attorney.
Yes, Lord Vader.
Is that a joke?
Yeah, over my dead body.
Let me explain to you why.
She is my daughter too, okay?
I don't care.
Hey, hey! Listen to me!
You scumbag.
You low-life, miserable, money-suck--
Hello? Hello?!
Uh! Uh!
(horn honking, Danny grunting)
Okay. What up?
Rachel is trying to take me back to court over visitation, because she says that it is not safe for Grace to be around me.
Like the football sh**ting was my fault.
Aw, man...
I'm sorry.
Hey, you the owner?
Pie or slice, officers?
Steve: We want to ask you a couple questions.
You mind turning that off?
I got money on this fight.
Okay. I got it.
(turns off TV)
You have no idea where you are, do you?
Well, we know we're not in New York, huh?
From your accent I'd say Jersey--
West Orange?
Bingo. You, too?
Yeah.
You're a long way from home.
Yeah, don't remind me.
You've been making deliveries to Kamomi Auto Shop?
Yeah. I make a lot of deliveries to a lot of places.
I'll bet you do.
This one was a special order.
Look, I just deliver the pizzas, man, you know?
What people choose to put in the boxes afterwards, that's up to them.
Now if you gentlemen have any more questions... speak to my lawyer.
(fight playing on TV)
Hey, I tried.
I thought you were very reasonable.
Your turn.
Oh...!
You guys have been watching too many gangster movies.
How do you figure?
This whole death march routine.
Like I'm supposed to believe a couple of cops are going to cap me and dump me in the ocean.
Please.
We're not going to sh**t you, Joey.
Whoo, that's a load off.
Hey, Joey, you got an 'aumakua?
What'd you call me?
An 'aumakua.
No, what's an 'aum... what's that?
Some Hawaiians believe that the spirits of their ancestors appear in other living forms.
Oh, for instance, like a shark.
Right?
And that those animals, those specific animals, will be there to protect them in times of need.
Danny: Looks like you could use one of those 'aumakuas right about now, Joey.
Hey... What the hell, man?
Those dolphins? Huh?
Hey, hey.
Tell me those are dolphins!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Are those sharks?
No! No!
Come on, Joey.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Get me out of here!
You let us know when you're ready to talk, Joey.
Don't leave me!
Help! Hey!
Hey!
Don't leave me here! Hey!
Hey... Wait!
Hey!
Wait! Wait!
Joey: Get me out of here!
Let me ask you a question.
Are you literally insane?
Oh, relax.
It's a cage for tourists.
They're... they're homeless Galapagos sharks.
They're not man-eaters.
Joey: Hey!
Joey doesn't know that, though.
Hey, you want a beer?
Yeah.
To, uh... to Joey.
Help!
Hey, what are you going to do about your ex, man?
I have no idea.
Gracie's my life.
If I lose her, I got no reason to be here.
I'd be alone on this island.
Hey! Wait!
Well, you still got Joey.
(chuckling): Yeah.
Hey! Hey!
(laughing): We should go get him.
All right, all right.
Just get me out of here!
Okay. All right.
Why are you running g*ns to the Samoans?
I got business with them.
I know you got business with 'em-- what kind of business?
Samoans are helping us squeeze the Triads out of their gambling operations.
We got the g*ns and money.
The Samoans got the muscle and the local what's-what.
And that's all I know.
I swear. Please!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Who's "we"?
Who are you working for?
Salvo.
Frank Salvo?
Yeah! Yeah!
He's coming to town tomorrow.
Why?
Because the guy he brokered the deal with got clipped.
You know, the guy who got sh*t at the football game.
Salvo wants to see the operation and sit down with the new boss of the Samoan g*ng and make sure everything's straight.
Joey, hold up a second.
Who's Salvo?
(sighs)
Frank Salvo is the head of the Salvo crime family back in Jersey.
If he's the one pulling the strings, the real w*r hasn't even begun yet.
Kono: Frank Salvo.
Suspected of a half dozen kills.
Three years ago, he put a b*llet in his uncle to take over the family.
Danny: His crews do it all.
Okay? They got prostitution, loan-sharking, protection, dr*gs-- you name it.
The only racket they don't have is illegal gambling 'cause Atlantic City gets all the action.
That's why he's setting up shop out here.
Of course. Honolulu just sh*t down legalized gambling again.
Salvo knows this is an island of opportunity.
He takes over illegal gambling, does things his way.
Let me tell you, he will spread like a virus.
Okay, and since the New Jersey Mob doesn't like partners, it's only a matter of time before they cut out the Samoans.
Chin: Once that happens, every street from Mauka to Makai will be as bloody as that football field.
Well, we have to eliminate the virus.
How?
According to Joey, Salvo is here for a sit-down with the new head of the Samoan g*ng.
This guy-- Tuinei.
Manu Sapolu's underboss.
Steve: Right.
Tomorrow night is Tuinei's big audition to see if he can run these casinos.
We need to be on the inside, getting Salvo on tape, spelling out the punch.
Okay, how are we going to do that?
Sid: What do you need, cuz?
Said it was urgent.
There's a rolling casino tonight.
Can you get us in?
I said I was working security detail for something.
Then, will you do it?
Putting me in a tough spot, kid.
This thing goes south, I risk compromising my investigation.
I wouldn't be asking you to do this if I didn't think that we had a real sh*t at ending this g*ng w*r.
I'll help you, but I don't want anything to do with Chin Ho.
That's cold, brah.
That is still family.
You think I want to feel this way?
We were boys, me and Chin.
I thought I knew him.
You do know him.
I know that what he did set me back with HPD.
I know if I'm not the one volunteering for the hardest jobs-- the ones that nobody will take-- they're going to think I'm dirty, too.
You think I like living in a tenement?
Away from my wife and baby almost a year.
That's what being related to Chin Ho did for me.
Do you ever think for a second that maybe he didn't do anything?
That maybe he was set up?
All that matters is what the bosses think, and they took his badge away.
To think anything else is career su1c1de.
He protected you at the football field, and this is how you pay him back.
He thought I was a gangbanger, and he let me go.
What kind of cop does that?
The kind that knows how to look after his family.
I worry about you, Kono.
You know those HPD guys, the ones that you depend on for back up?
You think they don't know who your cousin is?
They're wrong about him, and so are you.
He's a good man.
Listen, kid.
If you want my help, you got it.
But not Chin.
End of story.
He's not going undercover.
Everyone knows him on the island.
It's just me, McGarrett and Danny.
I can probably get you in if you don't mind serving drinks.
I don't know about the two haoles.
They clean up nice.
They can go as whales.
Trust me.
(engine purring)
Detour.
I beg of you.
I beg of you.
What are you doing?
Turn around! Turn around!
Kono: I'm in.
Copy that.
I have house security online.
Aloha, gentlemen.
Name?
Edwards.
Sid: They're good to go.
Let them in.
♪ ♪
That guy's all yours.
Very large.
Steve: We're in.
Gotcha.
And you're loud and clear.
Vaveni and soda, please.
What do I look like?
Try one of the ladies holding drinks.
Yeah, good idea, right?
How come I look like a waiter, you look like James Bond?
I don't know.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
Clearly.
Mind if we join you?
Ten to start.
Gentlemen, Salvo's on his way in with Tuinei, new Samoan boss.
Shall we?
Danny: What do you think?
Think he's got an ace.
Such serious men.
How about a... drink before business?
Whiskey, straight up.
Beer in the bottle.
Thank you, sweetheart.
(chuckling)
Enjoy.
Hope you like it.
Got to come out here more often.
All right, look.
Now that Sapolu's gone, my friends on the mainland are a little concerned that you could do everything that Manu said you could.
We can, and we will.
We're more motivated than ever to take out the Triads.
Salvo: That's what I'm afraid of.
We're not shipping out all this firepower and cash for you to finance some never-ending g*ng w*r.
You're getting paid to get the Triads out of the gambling business so that we can go on with our operation uncontested.
That's it.
Tuinei: Then your money is being well spent.
You've seen for yourself.
The rooms are up and running.
What's going on?
These two names--
I have to take...
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I cleared them.
They're good to go.
The boss wants to see it.
Guys, I'm getting a bad feeling about this.
Salvo: I need to know from you that you and your people are going to protect my investment.
What is this?
I think you need to see this.
You know what to do.
Something wrong?
How is it that you people have been fumbling around on this moss-covered rock for generations, and in two seconds, my men find two names on that list that don't check out?
We've been made.
Get Sid in here.
He's running the gate.
I want to see him right now.
My men are handling Sid.
You just find the two men that he let in here.
Steve: Where did they take Sid?
Salvo's got him by the pool.
Chin: He's in trouble.
I'm coming in with backup now.
Can I help you?
Invitation only.
(groans)
Tell me what I want to know, I make it fast and painless.
That's very considerate of you.
(grunts)
It is when you consider the other option.
Which is I put one in your gut and I watch you bleed out.
Because that's exactly what's gonna happen if you don't start talking.
Now, who are those two guys you let in here?
And are you a cop?
(cocks g*n)
(Kono and Danny giggling, chattering)
(moaning)
(giggling)
Get them the hell out of here!
No, we can't-- Oh, oh, hey.
Guys, I'm really sorry.
We don't want any trouble.
Hey!
(men grunting)
Use the g*n!
(g*nsh*t)
(sirens approaching)
(siren whoops)
(intercom buzzes)
Rachel, just hear me out.
All right, before you sic your lawyers on me and try to take Grace away from me, I want to remind you of something.
I moved 5,000 miles so that I could see Grace twice a week.
Twice a week, okay?
That is 48 hours, 52 times a year, for a grand total of 2,500 hours.
When you factor in sleep and school, I can really only count on about 400 hours of real face time each year.
And then, you know, that's only gonna shrink when she starts making friends and then she goes off to college.
So, ultimately, that does not leave me with a lot of time to spend with my daughter.
Not as much as I would want.
But I never complained.
I never complained, because every single one of those minutes reminds me of what I am doing and why I am here.
That little girl is my life.
So I am asking you, I am begging you, Rachel, to please, please, just be kind... and don't take her away from me.
That's all.
Woman: I will get Miss Rachel, sir.
Man: Detective Williams, this is Rachel's counsel.
Yeah, will you put Rachel on, please?
That won't be necessary.
Don't tell me what's necessary, just do what I tell you to do.
Rachel's dropping the petition.
She's what?
She's decided not to fight you for visitation.
Daddy!
Hi, monkey.
(groans happily)
God!
(sighs)
Guess what? I think I know what I want for my birthday.
Tell me.
A football-- a squishy pink one.
A squishy pink one?
Oh!
(sighs): Oh.
That's the second best news I've heard all day.
(sighs)
Danny: Hey.
Hey.
So, uh, HPD is rolling out the red carpet for Sid.
What do you mean?
Well, he goes undercover for a year, basically ends the g*ng w*r.
Now he helps us get Salvo.
That guy's a hero now.
So are he and Chin cool then?
I don't know if I'd say "cool," more like defrosting, you know.
It's gonna take time.
It's a hell of a grudge to hang onto, man.
Chin saved that guy's life.
Yeah, that reminds me, did you, uh, speak to the governor about my custody issue?
Governor doesn't discuss her business with me.
I might have heard something about Step-Stan building a new hotel, though, and, uh, you need government approval for that.
Thank you.
Let me ask you something.
How far deep did you have to dig?
I mean, how much of your soul did you just lose by actually appreciating me?
Uh, I'm measuring.
Right.
Maybe you're not as alone around here as you think, Danno.
(crowd cheering over TV)
(laughs)
What are we watching?
You getting your ass handed to you in the state championship.
(Danny groans)
Kukui put all the old games online.
You just got sacked, boss.
You should've passed.
Why pass when you can run?
Danny: Oh.
(chuckles)
Chin: Ah, see, now I gotta admit, that was a beautiful play.
Your dad couldn't stop screaming.
You were there with my dad?
Yeah.
I was fresh out of the academy, he was my training officer.
I'll tell you, any day that Steve McGarrett was starting at quarterback was an official day off.
I just got one question: What's a quarterback doing with the number 50?
No, it's five-oh.
Yeah.
No, it's not, it's not 50, it's five-oh.
It's what my dad used to call our family, because we weren't native Hawaiian, so he nicknamed us "five-oh's" after the 50th state in the Union-- I don't know.
It was his way of making us feel like we belonged someplace, I guess.
Kono: Hmm.
I like that.
Five-O.
(men join in chant)
Announcer (over P.A.): Aloha, football fans, and welcome the grudge match; the inter-island rivalry everyone's been waiting for: The Kapui Kings versus the P-Boy's Scorpions.
Yeah.
(both grunt)
Oh! How'd you miss that facemask call, ref?!
He only tried to gouge the kid's eyes out! You suck!
I'm glad she's on our team.
No, she's just getting warmed up.
Danny: Sorry we're late.
Hey, brah.
Nice hands, brah.
Hey, Gracie.
I'm Steve. It's great to meet you finally.
Your dad, he talks about you all the time.
Talks about you a lot, too.
(all laugh)
Really? Does he?
We, uh, we commiserate.
It's a father-daughter thing.
Hi, I'm Kono.
Hello.
And I'm Uncle Chin.
Are you a football player?
I used to be. I used to play quarterback for that red team.
He was a legend, too, till, uh, till I came along and shattered all his records.
That's a really pretty tennis outfit.
Yeah, I had to pick her up today at a country club.
Step-Stan decided that she should start taking tennis lessons.
What's wrong with tennis, Danny?
I'll tell you what's wrong with tennis.
It can be played on a table, which makes it an activity, not a sport.
You throw the ball, I catch the ball, that is a sport.
It's my duty as a father to teach my daughter the difference.
Dad, I can still hear you.
Well, you're not supposed to be listening to me, huh?
You're supposed to be paying attention, 'cause it's football.
It's a sport.
Dad, I'm hungry.
How can you be hungry?
We ate an hour ago.
We didn't eat nachos an hour ago.
What was I thinking about?
Of course, we didn't.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, get me some.
All right.
Oh!
Yeah!
I mean, is this place great or what, huh?
It's a real ballpark here.
Remember Yankee Stadium?
Uh-huh.
Popcorn, we got corndogs.
They don't have that kind of food at country clubs, do they?
Well, they have hot dogs, but they don't come on a stick.
No stick?
Defeats the whole purpose.
Come here. Come on.
Excuse me. I'm a police officer.
Yes?
We may have a situation here.
This is my daughter Grace.
I need you to take her and your daughter into the bathroom and wait there until I get back, all right?
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, come on, kid, listen to me.
This nice lady's gonna watch you for a little bit.
I want you to go with her, okay?
Daddy...
Hey, I'm just gonna go make sure there's no bad guys, that's all-- all right?
I'll be right back.
Come here. I love you. Go on.
Okay, come on.
(phone rings)
Where are my nachos?
Hey, I'm right in front of you.
Got two guys headed to the field, strapped.
I think something's about to go down.
We got trouble.
Kono, call HPD for backup.
Hey, all right Come on, Junior.
g*n! g*n!
Put it down! Put it down! Hey!
(people screaming)
Get out of the way!
Black shirt! Runner!
Got him.
Hands behind your head right now-- right now!
Got him. Got him. Go!
Go get Grace!
All right, everybody, keep the peace and stay calm.
Grace!
(sirens approach)
Grace!
Daddy! Daddy!
Come here.
(sighs with relief)
You okay, huh?
You okay?
Freeze!
Put your hands where I can see 'em!
Turn around slowly.
Sid?
(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 1x03 ♪
Malama Ka Aina (Respect the Land)
Original Air Date on October 4, 2010
(indistinct radio transmission)
Kono: There's no I.D. on this victim.
See if any of the other witnesses know him.
You're a hell of a quarterback.
What's your name?
Junior Satelli.
Junior, all right, you got lucky today. It's just a scratch.
Hey, boss, over here.
You're gonna be all right, kid.
Excuse me.
This is one of the sh**t.
Do you recognize the art?
It's a 14K tattoo.
This guy's a Triad enforcer.
The other vic is Samoan.
These guys are from two different gangs.
So what are we looking at here, a g*ng w*r?
The Triads and Samoans have coexisted on this island for as long as I can remember.
They never brought their wars into the public, especially in front of their families.
You guys okay?
Yeah, okay. You?
Yeah. I lost my runner in the parking lot.
Danny: That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life.
v*olence follows me? I mean, how do you even come up with something like that?
No, what happened here has nothing to do with my job.
In fact, it is just the opposite, okay?
She is safe because I am a cop.
Danny: Huh? You know, I can't, I can't even do this right now.
She'll be there in five minutes.
An officer's bringing her home.
Yeah. Good-bye.
Can't wait to meet your ex.
Yeah, the two of you can plan my demise.
So what do we got?
Six friendlies wounded, two hostiles dead.
Think it was a g*ng sh**ting.
Triads and Samoans.
Well, if this is a g*ng w*r, the problem is there's only gonna be one winner.
Yeah. And the losers: whoever gets in the way.
(dog barks, woman speaks indistinctly)
(baby crying)
What do you want?
Where's Sid?
I haven't seen him in months.
She has your eyes.
I gotta go.
All right.
Well, if you see him, tell him I'm looking for him.
(baby fussing)
So I got an I.D. on the target of our g*ng sh**ting.
His name is Mana Sapolu.
HPD says he's a high-ranking lieutenant.
If this is a g*ng w*r, Sapolu might be retaliation.
Crime Reduction Unit says the Samoans are responsible for murders of at least seven Triads in the last six months.
That's why this was so public.
The Triads are sending a message they're not gonna sit back and get taken out one-by-one.
Kono: Hey, guys!
I got something.
Been going through the cameras left behind, trying to I.D. the sh**t-- this is what I saw.
(g*nf*re)
Wait, wait, wait.
Go back. Rewind that.
Steve: Check it out.
That's Junior Satel, the quarterback.
So wait a minute-- everyone's running away from the g*nshots, but this kid Junior's moving right towards it.
Kono: Thought you might find that interesting, so I asked around.
Junior's uncle is Mana Sapolu, our dead Samoan.
Yeah, so he's probably in the g*ng.
And knows who the sh**t are.
Kono: EMTs released him.
I saw him heading for the locker room.
Come on.
You know, when I was a kid, this island seemed like the safest place on Earth.
That's the thing about being a kid, you don't know any better.
You could leave your door unlocked, no one would bother you.
If people had a beef, they'd settle it with their fists, not with g*ns.
Back home, you win a fistfight, you go home and you lock the doors twice, 'cause you know somebody's coming back with a g*n.
Hawaii's just catching up to the times.
Maybe.
Steve: Hey, there's Junior.
What do you think's in the bag?
I don't know.
I'll give you three-to-one it ain't his lunch.
Hey! Junior.
How's it?
Let's take a look at your lunch.
Hey, hey, I didn't do nothing.
You didn't do anything yet.
We know Mana Sapolu's your uncle.
What do you got?
Look at that.
What are you thinking, huh?
What are you thinking about?
It's all my fault, man.
I asked him to come watch me play today, and if I wouldn't have done it, he...
You were starting quarterback in the biggest game of the year.
You think your uncle was gonna stay away?
You lost someone you love today, I get that.
But putting another body in the morgue, you think that's gonna make you feel better?
Junior, tell us where we can find the men who sh*t your uncle.
I promise you we'll take 'em off the street.
International Marketplace.
The guys that did this... they just started using the store trains to front their meth business.
Steve: All right.
If I see you anywhere but a football field, I will arrest you.
You understand?
Yes.
Go home.
Excuse me?
Go.
Hold on, hold on.
Wait, whoa-whoa-whoa.
Go.
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Okay, let me ask you a question.
What the hell is the matter with you, huh?!
He's just a kid.
No, he's not just a kid.
He's a kid with a g*n, okay?
What, did you want me to book him, Danno?
You think that's funny?
Let me break it down for you, okay?
Kids with g*ns k*ll innocent people and cops!
Right.
All right, now, that kid, maybe he's going to finish a math assignment, but more likely he's looking for another g*n so he can sh**t someone!
Why? 'Cause you conveniently just decided to forget about the law!
He's angry because somebody came along and k*lled a member of his family today.
And he feels like if he doesn't do something about it, nobody will.
So let's prove him wrong.
Come on, we got a k*ller to catch.
There's something wrong with you, you know that, right?
So you like to k*ll people on football fields, huh?
You're under arrest for the m*rder of Manu Sapolu.
(Sid chuckling, speaking softly)
That's because these girls are like, "Give us some money."
Go ahead, take the girls back to the house.
What the hell are you doing here?
There's a tape of the game.
It's only a matter of time before you're I.D.'d and arrested.
What are you talking about, cuz?
You were the one pointing the g*n.
Listen to me. You need to come with me right now and talk to my people.
Your people?
You mean the drug dealers you ripped off when you were a cop.
Stay away from me.
(yelling in pain)
What the hell are you doing?!
I'm a cop again.
I was trying to cut you a break.
I was trying to do things a different way.
I guess I was wrong.
Sid: Hey! Ow!
Come on!
In here.
Give me a break!
Have a seat!
Steve: What's going on?
This is Sid.
He was at the football game.
And part of a Samoan g*ng.
Kono? Don't tell me you're working with them?
How do you know him?
He's our cousin.
He's our cousin.
I'm also a cop.
Steve: You're a cop?
Undercover.
Chin said you quit the HPD.
That would have been the easy way out.
Before I took this assignment, I had the whole department coming down on me just because I shared blood with this thief.
Watch your mouth.
All right, just got off the phone with HPD.
His story checks out.
He's working with the g*ng unit.
They got him undercover with the Samoans.
That's what I was trying to tell you.
The police department said that I quit to set up my cover.
I've been under with the Samoan gangs for 11 months.
Trying to identify the major players and collect enough evidence to take them down on Federal warrants.
What can you tell us about this g*ng w*r?
I ain't saying another word in front of this dirty cop.
You want to believe I took money from drug raids, that's fine.
But you're going to tell us what you know.
I'll tell these two.
I ain't talking to you.
(gasping)
You saw Sid at the football game, didn't you?
And you let him go.
He wasn't involved in the sh**ting.
He was trying to get away.
You give him a pass because he's family.
They didn't do that for you.
Sid: Been working my way up.
They're starting to trust me.
For the past six months, I was muscle for their call girl operations.
And finally starting to get in some of their security work.
From what I've been able to put together, this beef with the Triads was instigated by the Samoans.
Why?
No idea.
But from what I been hearing, it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
We're in the business of making things better, so why don't you tell us where to start.
There's a repair shop over on Lagoon Samoans sometimes use for deliveries.
Been a lot of activity over there lately.
Not sure what... but I heard it something to do with muscling the Triads out of one of the rackets.
If you're looking for answers--
I'd start there.
So this is where Sid thinks the Samoans are doing business.
What kind of business?
I'd say chop shop, but I can't see anyone stealing and stripping these hoopties.
You know, I was thinking about it.
I think you should send Chin home for a couple days.
Law enforcement is Chin's family business, so when he lost his badge, he lost his family.
If he wants to wear a badge, he has to be able to deal with things like this.
You weren't held when you were a baby, were you?
It's called tough love, partner.
(muttering)
Oh, and by the way, I was held.
Okay? I have photos, if you want proof.
Photoshop.
So you say something?
No.
Have to give the Samoans props.
Sure can pack away the pies.
Right?
That's a lot of pizza.
Maybe not.
Look at this.
What do you see?
I don't see anything.
Exactly.
No cheese drips, no grease stains.
Nothing. No crust.
Doesn't that seem strange to you?
Not half as strange as it must to a man who lives on take-out.
What do they deliver in these boxes is what I'm saying.
Okay, all right, what's that look?
What look?
The look-- the look you give me when you don't tell me what you're thinking about.
Next thing I know, I'm getting sh*t at.
Looking for iodine. Iodine.
Iodine.
Look at that, mystery solved.
Grab one of those boxes, put it on this table here.
Right here?
Yeah.
Okay, enough already.
What are we doing here?
When iodine mixes with metal, it forms binary salts.
Binary salts-- all right.
Is there a reason for this chemistry lesson?
Pay attention.
You might learn something.
Any metallic objects that were left in those boxes... will have left trace elements behind.
The iodine will bring it out in a couple of seconds.
Wow.
Thick crust, extra b*ll*ts, please.
Yeah.
Come on, I can use a good slice. Let's go.
You know what? This place actually sounds all right.
I'm sure it does.
It says here they fly in the water.
That's great. Yeah.
This town could use a good slice.
It's a shame we got to put them out of business.
You should try lolani's in Waikiki.
They do the best ham and pineapple on the lsland...
Oh! Oh!
What?
Let me explain something to you, okay?
Pizza is mozz, sauce and dough.
That is it.
All right, you want to put a pepperoni on your slice that's fine, but ham, out.
Fruit, out.
Okay, I don't care where we are.
Pizza and pineapple do not belong in the same airspace.
I guess you feel quite strongly about this.
(funeral dirge ringtone plays)
That's cute.
Did your ex get a new one, too?
No, it's... miserable attorney.
Yes, Lord Vader.
Is that a joke?
Yeah, over my dead body.
Let me explain to you why.
She is my daughter too, okay?
I don't care.
Hey, hey! Listen to me!
You scumbag.
You low-life, miserable, money-suck--
Hello? Hello?!
Uh! Uh!
(horn honking, Danny grunting)
Okay. What up?
Rachel is trying to take me back to court over visitation, because she says that it is not safe for Grace to be around me.
Like the football sh**ting was my fault.
Aw, man...
I'm sorry.
Hey, you the owner?
Pie or slice, officers?
Steve: We want to ask you a couple questions.
You mind turning that off?
I got money on this fight.
Okay. I got it.
(turns off TV)
You have no idea where you are, do you?
Well, we know we're not in New York, huh?
From your accent I'd say Jersey--
West Orange?
Bingo. You, too?
Yeah.
You're a long way from home.
Yeah, don't remind me.
You've been making deliveries to Kamomi Auto Shop?
Yeah. I make a lot of deliveries to a lot of places.
I'll bet you do.
This one was a special order.
Look, I just deliver the pizzas, man, you know?
What people choose to put in the boxes afterwards, that's up to them.
Now if you gentlemen have any more questions... speak to my lawyer.
(fight playing on TV)
Hey, I tried.
I thought you were very reasonable.
Your turn.
Oh...!
You guys have been watching too many gangster movies.
How do you figure?
This whole death march routine.
Like I'm supposed to believe a couple of cops are going to cap me and dump me in the ocean.
Please.
We're not going to sh**t you, Joey.
Whoo, that's a load off.
Hey, Joey, you got an 'aumakua?
What'd you call me?
An 'aumakua.
No, what's an 'aum... what's that?
Some Hawaiians believe that the spirits of their ancestors appear in other living forms.
Oh, for instance, like a shark.
Right?
And that those animals, those specific animals, will be there to protect them in times of need.
Danny: Looks like you could use one of those 'aumakuas right about now, Joey.
Hey... What the hell, man?
Those dolphins? Huh?
Hey, hey.
Tell me those are dolphins!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Are those sharks?
No! No!
Come on, Joey.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Get me out of here!
You let us know when you're ready to talk, Joey.
Don't leave me!
Help! Hey!
Hey!
Don't leave me here! Hey!
Hey... Wait!
Hey!
Wait! Wait!
Joey: Get me out of here!
Let me ask you a question.
Are you literally insane?
Oh, relax.
It's a cage for tourists.
They're... they're homeless Galapagos sharks.
They're not man-eaters.
Joey: Hey!
Joey doesn't know that, though.
Hey, you want a beer?
Yeah.
To, uh... to Joey.
Help!
Hey, what are you going to do about your ex, man?
I have no idea.
Gracie's my life.
If I lose her, I got no reason to be here.
I'd be alone on this island.
Hey! Wait!
Well, you still got Joey.
(chuckling): Yeah.
Hey! Hey!
(laughing): We should go get him.
All right, all right.
Just get me out of here!
Okay. All right.
Why are you running g*ns to the Samoans?
I got business with them.
I know you got business with 'em-- what kind of business?
Samoans are helping us squeeze the Triads out of their gambling operations.
We got the g*ns and money.
The Samoans got the muscle and the local what's-what.
And that's all I know.
I swear. Please!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Who's "we"?
Who are you working for?
Salvo.
Frank Salvo?
Yeah! Yeah!
He's coming to town tomorrow.
Why?
Because the guy he brokered the deal with got clipped.
You know, the guy who got sh*t at the football game.
Salvo wants to see the operation and sit down with the new boss of the Samoan g*ng and make sure everything's straight.
Joey, hold up a second.
Who's Salvo?
(sighs)
Frank Salvo is the head of the Salvo crime family back in Jersey.
If he's the one pulling the strings, the real w*r hasn't even begun yet.
Kono: Frank Salvo.
Suspected of a half dozen kills.
Three years ago, he put a b*llet in his uncle to take over the family.
Danny: His crews do it all.
Okay? They got prostitution, loan-sharking, protection, dr*gs-- you name it.
The only racket they don't have is illegal gambling 'cause Atlantic City gets all the action.
That's why he's setting up shop out here.
Of course. Honolulu just sh*t down legalized gambling again.
Salvo knows this is an island of opportunity.
He takes over illegal gambling, does things his way.
Let me tell you, he will spread like a virus.
Okay, and since the New Jersey Mob doesn't like partners, it's only a matter of time before they cut out the Samoans.
Chin: Once that happens, every street from Mauka to Makai will be as bloody as that football field.
Well, we have to eliminate the virus.
How?
According to Joey, Salvo is here for a sit-down with the new head of the Samoan g*ng.
This guy-- Tuinei.
Manu Sapolu's underboss.
Steve: Right.
Tomorrow night is Tuinei's big audition to see if he can run these casinos.
We need to be on the inside, getting Salvo on tape, spelling out the punch.
Okay, how are we going to do that?
Sid: What do you need, cuz?
Said it was urgent.
There's a rolling casino tonight.
Can you get us in?
I said I was working security detail for something.
Then, will you do it?
Putting me in a tough spot, kid.
This thing goes south, I risk compromising my investigation.
I wouldn't be asking you to do this if I didn't think that we had a real sh*t at ending this g*ng w*r.
I'll help you, but I don't want anything to do with Chin Ho.
That's cold, brah.
That is still family.
You think I want to feel this way?
We were boys, me and Chin.
I thought I knew him.
You do know him.
I know that what he did set me back with HPD.
I know if I'm not the one volunteering for the hardest jobs-- the ones that nobody will take-- they're going to think I'm dirty, too.
You think I like living in a tenement?
Away from my wife and baby almost a year.
That's what being related to Chin Ho did for me.
Do you ever think for a second that maybe he didn't do anything?
That maybe he was set up?
All that matters is what the bosses think, and they took his badge away.
To think anything else is career su1c1de.
He protected you at the football field, and this is how you pay him back.
He thought I was a gangbanger, and he let me go.
What kind of cop does that?
The kind that knows how to look after his family.
I worry about you, Kono.
You know those HPD guys, the ones that you depend on for back up?
You think they don't know who your cousin is?
They're wrong about him, and so are you.
He's a good man.
Listen, kid.
If you want my help, you got it.
But not Chin.
End of story.
He's not going undercover.
Everyone knows him on the island.
It's just me, McGarrett and Danny.
I can probably get you in if you don't mind serving drinks.
I don't know about the two haoles.
They clean up nice.
They can go as whales.
Trust me.
(engine purring)
Detour.
I beg of you.
I beg of you.
What are you doing?
Turn around! Turn around!
Kono: I'm in.
Copy that.
I have house security online.
Aloha, gentlemen.
Name?
Edwards.
Sid: They're good to go.
Let them in.
♪ ♪
That guy's all yours.
Very large.
Steve: We're in.
Gotcha.
And you're loud and clear.
Vaveni and soda, please.
What do I look like?
Try one of the ladies holding drinks.
Yeah, good idea, right?
How come I look like a waiter, you look like James Bond?
I don't know.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
Clearly.
Mind if we join you?
Ten to start.
Gentlemen, Salvo's on his way in with Tuinei, new Samoan boss.
Shall we?
Danny: What do you think?
Think he's got an ace.
Such serious men.
How about a... drink before business?
Whiskey, straight up.
Beer in the bottle.
Thank you, sweetheart.
(chuckling)
Enjoy.
Hope you like it.
Got to come out here more often.
All right, look.
Now that Sapolu's gone, my friends on the mainland are a little concerned that you could do everything that Manu said you could.
We can, and we will.
We're more motivated than ever to take out the Triads.
Salvo: That's what I'm afraid of.
We're not shipping out all this firepower and cash for you to finance some never-ending g*ng w*r.
You're getting paid to get the Triads out of the gambling business so that we can go on with our operation uncontested.
That's it.
Tuinei: Then your money is being well spent.
You've seen for yourself.
The rooms are up and running.
What's going on?
These two names--
I have to take...
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I cleared them.
They're good to go.
The boss wants to see it.
Guys, I'm getting a bad feeling about this.
Salvo: I need to know from you that you and your people are going to protect my investment.
What is this?
I think you need to see this.
You know what to do.
Something wrong?
How is it that you people have been fumbling around on this moss-covered rock for generations, and in two seconds, my men find two names on that list that don't check out?
We've been made.
Get Sid in here.
He's running the gate.
I want to see him right now.
My men are handling Sid.
You just find the two men that he let in here.
Steve: Where did they take Sid?
Salvo's got him by the pool.
Chin: He's in trouble.
I'm coming in with backup now.
Can I help you?
Invitation only.
(groans)
Tell me what I want to know, I make it fast and painless.
That's very considerate of you.
(grunts)
It is when you consider the other option.
Which is I put one in your gut and I watch you bleed out.
Because that's exactly what's gonna happen if you don't start talking.
Now, who are those two guys you let in here?
And are you a cop?
(cocks g*n)
(Kono and Danny giggling, chattering)
(moaning)
(giggling)
Get them the hell out of here!
No, we can't-- Oh, oh, hey.
Guys, I'm really sorry.
We don't want any trouble.
Hey!
(men grunting)
Use the g*n!
(g*nsh*t)
(sirens approaching)
(siren whoops)
(intercom buzzes)
Rachel, just hear me out.
All right, before you sic your lawyers on me and try to take Grace away from me, I want to remind you of something.
I moved 5,000 miles so that I could see Grace twice a week.
Twice a week, okay?
That is 48 hours, 52 times a year, for a grand total of 2,500 hours.
When you factor in sleep and school, I can really only count on about 400 hours of real face time each year.
And then, you know, that's only gonna shrink when she starts making friends and then she goes off to college.
So, ultimately, that does not leave me with a lot of time to spend with my daughter.
Not as much as I would want.
But I never complained.
I never complained, because every single one of those minutes reminds me of what I am doing and why I am here.
That little girl is my life.
So I am asking you, I am begging you, Rachel, to please, please, just be kind... and don't take her away from me.
That's all.
Woman: I will get Miss Rachel, sir.
Man: Detective Williams, this is Rachel's counsel.
Yeah, will you put Rachel on, please?
That won't be necessary.
Don't tell me what's necessary, just do what I tell you to do.
Rachel's dropping the petition.
She's what?
She's decided not to fight you for visitation.
Daddy!
Hi, monkey.
(groans happily)
God!
(sighs)
Guess what? I think I know what I want for my birthday.
Tell me.
A football-- a squishy pink one.
A squishy pink one?
Oh!
(sighs): Oh.
That's the second best news I've heard all day.
(sighs)
Danny: Hey.
Hey.
So, uh, HPD is rolling out the red carpet for Sid.
What do you mean?
Well, he goes undercover for a year, basically ends the g*ng w*r.
Now he helps us get Salvo.
That guy's a hero now.
So are he and Chin cool then?
I don't know if I'd say "cool," more like defrosting, you know.
It's gonna take time.
It's a hell of a grudge to hang onto, man.
Chin saved that guy's life.
Yeah, that reminds me, did you, uh, speak to the governor about my custody issue?
Governor doesn't discuss her business with me.
I might have heard something about Step-Stan building a new hotel, though, and, uh, you need government approval for that.
Thank you.
Let me ask you something.
How far deep did you have to dig?
I mean, how much of your soul did you just lose by actually appreciating me?
Uh, I'm measuring.
Right.
Maybe you're not as alone around here as you think, Danno.
(crowd cheering over TV)
(laughs)
What are we watching?
You getting your ass handed to you in the state championship.
(Danny groans)
Kukui put all the old games online.
You just got sacked, boss.
You should've passed.
Why pass when you can run?
Danny: Oh.
(chuckles)
Chin: Ah, see, now I gotta admit, that was a beautiful play.
Your dad couldn't stop screaming.
You were there with my dad?
Yeah.
I was fresh out of the academy, he was my training officer.
I'll tell you, any day that Steve McGarrett was starting at quarterback was an official day off.
I just got one question: What's a quarterback doing with the number 50?
No, it's five-oh.
Yeah.
No, it's not, it's not 50, it's five-oh.
It's what my dad used to call our family, because we weren't native Hawaiian, so he nicknamed us "five-oh's" after the 50th state in the Union-- I don't know.
It was his way of making us feel like we belonged someplace, I guess.
Kono: Hmm.
I like that.
Five-O.