09x07 - Pua a'e la ka uwahi o ka moe

[bunniefuu]

Would you do something, Milton, please?

You're the one driving. What exactly would you like me to do?

I don't know, sh**t back, maybe. sh**t back, huh?

Okay, just say so and I'll do it.

sh**t back, please, Milton.

Whoa!

Some cr*ck sh**ting, Detective.

Hold it steady, damn it.

Now you're just pissing him off.

You think you can do any better?

No, I'm positive I could better, but you're even worse at driving than you are at sh**ting that gat.

Hey, get closer. I'm gonna sh**t out his tires. All right, all right, all right.

Do whatever you're gonna do, but make it quick.

Whoa, hey!

Oh... thank you.

You good? Yeah, good. Thanks, man.

What do you say, fellas? What you got here...

"hoo-doovers"?

I'll tell you what... next time, you should get yourself a plate of food, all right?

No, I'm-I'm kidding. And try the squash blossoms, all right?

They're very good. Excuse me, come here.

What's with the guy's plate? It was piled like this.

What is this, the last supper for this guy?

He's enjoying the food.

Enjoying the food? Yeah.

This is k*lling us, the soft opening. It's destroying us.

What are you talking about? Just so you know, okay?

And the langoustines and the veal, why?

Why langoustines and veal?

That's what this is all about.

Danny, this whole event is to show people what we're doing here and what-what we're gonna cook. Everybody has a great time.

Besides, these guys are cops, they deserve the best.

We-we deserve to make some money at some point. Do we not, huh?

I'm-I'm going to have a drink.

I might get drunk.

♪ Been dreaming of... ♪ Steve. Duke.

Just wanted to introduce you to someone.

This is Milton Cooper. Retired HPD detective.

Mr. Cooper, how do you do? Good to meet you.

Please, Milton.

Milton it is. Good to meet you. Milton.

And he also happens to know your grandfather.

Really? God, it's like going back in time.

Look at him.

You-you look just like him.

Really? And I hear you're even more like him in spirit.

Well, I take that as a-as a great compliment, sir. Thank you.

Just tell me when you want to leave.

Yeah.

You know, your grandfather and I were best friends.

I didn't know that.

He'd be so proud to see you wearing a badge.

You know, all we used to talk about was becoming detectives.

Wait a minute, my grandfather, he wanted to be a cop?

Oh, yeah.

That-that was, that was the dream until December 7, 1941, when it... it all changed.

Yeah.

I think about him a lot. You know, what might've been if he hadn't lost his life that day.

I joined the HPD.

But that was because of all of the people that sacrificed their lives.

Just like your grandfather.

All those years of service...

I did it to honor him.

That's, uh...

Milton, that's... that's incredible.

I don't know what to say. You know, when I knew I was gonna meet you, I dug this out of storage.

It belongs to your grandfather.

It's even got your initials on it, too.

Yeah, it does.

You know, inside, there's a bit of a mystery.

It's the last unsolved case of Chang Apana.

The Chang Apana?

The legendary HPD detective, Chang Apana.

Your grandfather and I were obsessed.

We used to get together on the weekends, see if we could cr*ck the case.

We thought it would be good, you know, practice to became detectives.

Now, I'm gonna leave this with you, because, uh, maybe you'll have better luck than we did.

How 'bout that?

I'm gonna treasure this, Milton.

Uh, thank you so much.

I can't get over it. You look so much like him.

Take it easy. You, too, sir.

I think that was mostly a success.

What're you talking about, mostly a success?

Everybody I spoke to said it was awesome.

That's because it was free.

I'm telling you, we made a lot of fans tonight.

All right? Those people are gonna be back with their friends, with their family, and they're gonna pay for a meal, I'm telling you.

I hope so because, so far, the only thing that this has done is give me a headache and emptied my pocket.

We got to figure out a way to make some money. I-I mean, nobody warned us about this? I mean...

You mean why didn't we listen when everybody warned us, is that what you mean?

Who's the kid in that photo?

This picture? Yeah.

That is Steven McGarrett senior.

Oh, wow. That's my granddaddy.

Oh, yeah? And he's with, uh, none other than Chang Apana.

Oh, that's, uh, that's Chang Apana, huh?

Yeah, the one, the only.

I don't get it. Why do people lose their mind every time Chang Apana's name gets brought up?

Are you kidding me? Danny, guy was a legend.

I mean, he was-he was a real-life Hawaiian cowboy who became HPD's most famous detective.

34 years this guy policed Blood Town and Hell's Half Acre, almost single-handedly busting up gambling joints, opium dens, and he did all of it without a g*n.

His w*apon of choice was a bullwhip.

He's like the Hawaiian, uh, Indiana Jones.

That's right. He was-he was also the inspiration for Charlie Chan, but he was, eh, less like that character.

This guy was stabbed six times, he was sh*t once, he got thrown out of a second-story window, run over by a horse and buggy. I mean...

I can't believe he lived through it all. And you know what else?

He never let a bad guy get away.

Apprehended every one of his suspects.

Sounds like you.

He was also a three-time recipient of the department's medal of valor, so I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

Thank you. That's not how I meant it.

Anyway, this is Chang Apana's last unsolved case.

Oh, yeah? Who was the, uh, who was the victim?

It was actually a-a missing persons case.

This kid.

Lyla Kekoa. She was a girl, went missing in April, 1932.

I guess she was from a-a poor family.

Um, says here that, uh, whole family worked on a-on a sugarcane plantation.

Basically, the type of girl whose disappearance probably wouldn't attract much attention, but it didn't stop Apana from working this case every day until he was forced to retire. Milton was right, there's a-there's a lot of stuff in here. I just...

I don't know-I don't know where to start or what to do with it, even. Well, good news is, uh, I don't have to.

So I'm gonna wish you luck.

Have a good evening.

Hey, drive safe.

Chucklehead, wake up.

Hey, wake up. What're you doing? Huh?

Wake up. Got something.

Oh, Milton.

Must've dozed off. Well, that's, uh, you know, what happens when you burn this much midnight oil.

Anyway, so, I told you I put the word out to my stoolies.

Something came back, third party.

Uh, deal is I cannot know who or where it came from.

Think you might like it.

Lyla.

April, 1932. I mean, it's got to be one of the last photographs taken of this kid before she went missing.

Take a look, uh, what she's wearing around her neck.

That's some serious ice.

Looks to me like around $500 worth.

Let me ask you a question, Milton.

How does a poor girl like Lyla end up with a piece like that?

I don't know.

So you're gonna go see the brother again, huh?

Milton, get down!

You know, generally, when people sh**t at you in front of your office, it means you're on to something.

It looks like somebody wants Lyla's disappearance to remain a mystery.

And you say you didn't get a look at the perps?

No. It was dark and over quickly, like my first marriage.

Whoa, Flanagan. Come over here.

Detective McGarrett. Glad to see you're okay.

I appreciate that, thanks.

Listen, I need you to put the word out we're looking for a maroon Fleetmaster.

Usual reward for any information, okay?

I'm on it.

So, today, what we're gonna do, I'm gonna put your arms over your side and you're gonna push up, okay?

So, what I need you to do is put your hands down by your chest here, okay?

Oh, you're not gonna catch a wave like that, you know? good luck trying to catch a wave lying on your side, but I promise you, it's not good.

Okay, so, if you want to surf today, sister, you-you gonna need to be on your stomach.

You're cute. All right, o-okay.

I promise you, you're not, y-you're not gonna catch a wave like that.

You need to flip over to the other side.

Okay?

If that's what you want to do.

Then you can carry on trying to surf like this, but, uh, today's not...

Hey, if it's surf lesson you guys want, then go down to the office and book with them, okay?

It's about your sister.

Just give me a minute, okay?

I already told you everything I know, okay?

Lyla disappeared a long time ago.

All right? I-I don't have anything else to say.

Maybe you help us a little bit. I mean, I'm getting sand in my shoes.

You ever seen that photograph of your sister?

No. No. Where'd you get this from?

It's, uh, from an anonymous donor. We don't know who took it, we don't know where it's from.

But, uh, we do know that it's probably the last photograph taken of her. And we're just curious... maybe you could help us out... where she got a necklace like that.

We're thinking somebody must've bought that for her. Maybe an admirer.

Wonder if you had anybody in mind.

Yeah. Yeah, I think I know.

Okay, just, uh, for my own sanity, wh-what makes you think that this time is gonna be any different?

It has to be. It does?

Yeah, it does, all right? Uh-huh.

We want to find this kid, Lyla Kekoa... got to talk to Pettifer.

The last two times that we made a visit to this guy his people made it very clear that he didn't want to talk to anybody, he don't want any visitors.

Yeah, well, maybe we were a little too polite last time, Milton.

Well, we need a warrant, you understand? Without a warrant, he's not gonna let us in. He's not gonna invite us in.

This guy... look at him, look at him.

This beauty. He looks like a walking pool table.

Just calm down, calm down.

Just relax. How you doing?

Hey, how you doing there? You two again.

Yeah. Yeah. - Unless you have a search warrant, this is gonna be a short conversation.

Oh, sure, sure, we got a warrant.

Yeah, now what... Milton, where'd you put that...

I had a warrant somewhere.

I had it somewhere, I-I Milton, where'd you, uh... where'd you put that search warrant? stuck it in my shoe.

Definitely a short conversation.

Afternoon, Mr. Pettifer.

Who the hell are you?

Oh, I'm, uh, I'm Detective Steve McGarrett.

And this here handsome thing is my partner, Detective Milton Cooper.

Is that, uh, that the LA Times?

Can I see that?

That's amazing. You had this flown in from the... from the states? That's very rich, very nice.

You can't just barge into my house and harass me in my own home.

Governor Poindexter will hear about this.

I'll have both your badges.

Mr. Pettifer, we just want five minutes of your time, Just a couple questions.

I want you off my property now.

Uh-huh. I understand that, sir.

Why don't you take a look at this?

That kid's name was Lyla Kekoa, but I don't have to tell you that, do I?

Such a rare beauty.

So much life ahead of her.

But it's been nine years now, I don't know how you think I can help.

Well, you can start by, uh, maybe telling us if you know anything about that ice she was wearing around her neck in that picture.

I don't know anything about that.

Really? Well, 'cause we, uh, think that somebody bought it for her, somebody who can afford a thing like that.

Someone with a nice plantation, somebody who, uh, has papers flown in from the States...

Now, wait a second. No, you wait a second, sir.

You had her father and her brother working in the cane fields, but you had that kid up here in the house, didn't you, huh?

She meant something to you, Mr. Pettifer.

Lyla.

Lyla was too delicate to work the cane.

Uh-huh.

Uh, so you had her up here. Was that out of the kindness of your heart or did she have to do something for you?

I loved Lyla.

Like a daughter.

If you cared about her, now's the time to show it.

Lyla came to me a week before she went missing.

What, uh, what for?

To offer me money.

$300 dollars, as I recall.

Wait a minute, Lyla gave you money?

It was the first installment to pay off a debt her father had owed me.

She was determined to get her family off my plantation.

Wait a minute, you didn't think to ask where this kid was getting the money?

Maybe where the necklace came from.

Believe what you want, detectives.

The truth is I only wanted the best for that girl.

And when she offered me the money...

...it hurt.

You gonna answer that?

Hello.

Yes. It's for you.

Detective McGarrett.

Sir, I got word from one of my street snitches.

He's got eyes on that Fleetmaster.

You get the address?

I tell you what, I do not believe Pettifer, not for two seconds, okay?

He had motive, all right?

Lyla, his, uh, his precious, his daughter, she wanted to leave the plantation... come on.

If she was desperate to pay off Mr. Pettifer, then who knows what kind of trouble that girl got mixed up in.

Probably the kind of trouble make a girl disappear.

There's our Fleetmaster.

sh*t-out taillight.

And a couple fatheads who look like they enjoy sh**ting at cops. Yeah, that's them right there.

Guess they're not in the mood to talk.

And get closer.

I'm gonna sh**t out his tires. All right, all right, all right.

Do whatever you're gonna do, but make it quick.

Whoa, hey!

It's just what I need in my life... a nice drive out to the country.

Shut up and sh**t, will you?

You know, these automobile things... they work a lot better when you're actually on the road.

You know what I mean, on the road.

Oh, no, no, no.

Steve, it's gonna blow. Get back.

They're both dead.

Then get out of there!

What are you doing?

You crazy idiot! What are you doing?

Aw, damn it.

Damn it? How about

"thank you for saving me from being barbecued"?

How about that?

I was trying to get his wallet.

Now our best hope of ID'ing those guys just went up in smoke.

Milton.

What?

Come have a look at this. It's pretty bad.

He, uh, he wants me to come over there.

He thinks I'll get sick if I look at his open, pustulous sore. Most people can't stand the sight of blood. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing to be ashamed of, buddy.

That's very nice of you, uh, nurse.

You have a nice bedside manner.

You're gonna need it dealing with that guy.

Thanks.

Uh, but for the record...

...I'm a doctor.

Apologies.

Bingo.

I need a phone.

There you are. Hey.

Hey. Okay, so, I, uh, roped Flanagan in to help us, obviously.

So I'm sitting in there and I notice the, uh, the jock guy getting his arm worked on. I don't know if you see, Yeah. but his, uh, his girlfriend had this, uh, Letterman sweater on. Anyway, long story short, made me think of where I seen something like that before.

Take a look at the sweater under her leg.

I see an F.

Uh, what is that a 32?

F 32? Turns out that sweater's from Franklin High School.

Sent Flanagan down to the library, he picks up the yearbook from that time...

Went through, looking for a picture of the girl from that photograph...

Class of 1932.

Well, look at that. Alexa Alani.

Wait a minute, Alexa Alani... why's that name ring a bell?

♪ Someone like you ♪

♪ Cures everything gloomy ♪

♪ Turns wrong into right ♪

♪ Brightens the night ♪

♪ Brings happiness to me ♪

♪ Makes me luckier than throwing a seven ♪

♪ Takes me nearer to heaven ♪

♪ Than anyone's allowed to do ♪

♪ When your heart is talking ♪

♪ I feel like I'm walking on a cloud ♪

♪ Some lucky someday ♪

♪ I'll find ♪

♪ Someone I can boast to... ♪ Hey. Huh?

That's Earl Blackstone.

I see that. That's-that's not why we're here, though.

Okay? McGarrett?

♪ You know who, who, who I'll give the most to ♪

♪ You prey on my mind, stay till I find ♪

♪ Someone like you... ♪

Hi.

How's everybody doing tonight?

The singer's really something, isn't she?

Oh, you're not gonna introduce me?

Yuki?

This is Detective Steve McGarrett.

He's also the latest example of the harassment I've been subjected to by his department of degenerate cops.

Earl, it's very simple.

If you want HPD to leave you alone, all you got to do is not run illegal gambling dens and don't push dope.

Now, that sounds like slander.

Unless of course, you have some evidence?

No...

Because if you did, I would be in jail instead of sitting here in this fine establishment with this beautiful young lady, sipping on Krug '28.

♪ Any other boy... ♪ Steven.

Yeah.

Uh, you could, uh, you know, use the bathroom or something?

Well, Yuki, it was a pleasure.

Nice to meet you.

Good-bye, Detective.

You stay safe now.

'28, huh?

Thanks for the drink, Earl.

I'll see you around.

Yuki.

♪ Like you for me ♪

♪ Until I find someone like you. ♪

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it once again for the exquisite Alexa Alani.

Toodles, boys.

Nice set.

Yeah.

You only saw the last couple of minutes.

Oh, maybe we could catch the rest of your show some other time.

Say, do you mind if we ask you some questions?

I don't talk to cops.

Good night, Detectives.

Good night.

That went well.

Oh.

Sorry for the secrecy.

There were a lot of eyes on me in that room.

Yes. Yes, there were.

Talking to cops can be bad for your health.

Ah. Figured you'd be calling.

Heard you were going around town asking questions about Lyla.

How did you know her? We were hula girls in the same show.

She was working two jobs, trying to pay off her father's debts, make a better life.

Well, I got to ask you, you ever seen her wearing this necklace before?

I was with her the night that photo was taken.

Hmm.

We were at the same joint, the Gator Lounge.

Lyla was over the moon.

Over the moon?

She was in love.

It was around 1:00. She got into a man's fancy new car, and, uh, and that was it.

Is that, uh, the guy who gave her the necklace?

Mm-hmm. Same guy, huh?

What was his name?

Would've been a big scandal if people had put it together.

She was seeing...

Alexa. Alexa, stay with me.

Stay with me. We're gonna get an ambulance, you understand?

Who was Lyla's boyfriend? What was his name?

James-James.

James? James who?

Heads up.

I told you guys to drop this and work the Blackstone case.

Captain, I can explain.

That's okay. I think I can explain it just fine.

Because you two knuckleheads think you know better than me, now this poor young girl is dead.

That about sum it up?

Let me ask the two of yous a question: was it worth it?

Whatever information this girl gave you?

You cr*ck the case with it?

No?

No?

g*ns and badges. I'm taking yous both off the street until further notice.

Oh, Cap... Enough!

g*ns, badges, now!

Anthony.

I warned yous.

So I went through the HPD archives, pulled everything from around the time that Lyla Kekoa went missing.

April 10, 1932, James Whitmour receives a brand-new Phantom Il for his 25th birthday.

That is definitely a "fancy car."

That's our James.

Whitmour? Whit... Is this kid the son of, uh, uh, Clarence Whitmour, the casino man?

Mobster, you mean? Yeah, the very same.

In fact, his pops is the one that bought him that car.

Well, who's the broad?

That would be James's fiancée, Ellen DeBecker, of the DeBecker diamond fortune.

Okay. Well, if I was engaged to her, I'd be keeping my hula girlfriend a secret, too.

Good work, Flanagan. It looks like we need to talk to James Whitmour.

Yeah, one problem with that.

He's dead.

He's dead. This ran in the late edition of the Honolulu Star, April 18, 1932.

April 18. That's-that's the same day that Lyla went missing.

The crime scene report states that James Whitmour was found by a b*at cop at 3:30 a.m. in an alley in Hell's Half-Acre.

C.O.D., multiple g*nsh*t wounds, mostly likely Tommy g*n.

A Tommy g*n, you say?

Where's the blood, Flanagan?

If he was hit by a Tommy g*n, there'd be a big pool of blood under the body.

Show me the autopsy report.

Okay. Right here, look at this:

"Liver mortis observed in the posterior and lumbar."

Which means that he would've had to have been sitting down when he was sh*t.

Yes, indeed, but the previous photo you showed us, Flanagan, he was clearly lying facedown in the street.

So someone moved the body.

Maybe he was sitting in that fancy car when he got sh*t.

If Lyla Kekoa left the club with James that night, it's possible that she was inside of that car when the hit went down.

It's possible.

Yes, hello. This is McGarrett.

Doctor, are you 100% sure?

No, no, I appreciate the call. Thank you.

That was Dr. Shinseki, from the coroner's office.

He just told me off the record that he has managed to I.D. one of the perps from the Fleetmaster crash by his fingerprints.

The man was a known associate of Clarence Whitmour.

And if I don't miss my guess, Clarence Whitmour knows exactly who k*lled his son.

It was Earl Blackstone.

It is common knowledge that there has been a feud between these two families since 1932.

What odds do you want, on this being the spark that ignited the whole thing?

All right, let's say Lyla was in that car.

All right, makes sense to me that Whitmour would want to make the whole thing disappear because he would not want people knowing that his son was messing with a hula girl.

So the crime wasn't the m*rder, it was the cover-up.

Exactly. We need to go and talk to Clarence Whitmour.

Because you know what this means?

He knows what happened to Lyla Kekoa.

You think we got everyone?

Yeah, I do now.

If Whitmour was putting up this much resistance, it can only mean one thing. Yeah, he's still in the house.

Lyla Kekoa.

What happened to her?

Huh?

Mr. Cooper, one or two? Oh.

I-I would say let's go with three...

Three? ...'cause time is of the essence.

And hey, I'm no, uh, I'm no math wiz, but I believe that puts your odds at, like, uh, 50-50, you know?

Three it is.

Now the odds are slightly worse.

You're crazy. You can't do this.

You're supposed to be cops.

Cops? What, you see any badges?

I don't, I don't have a badge.

You?

No, no badges.

No, I don't have a badge.

Okay, okay, I'll tell you what you want.

What? I'll tell you what you want.

Oh, good. Okay. Thank you very much.

Your son, James, was in a relationship with Lyla Kekoa.

They were together the night he was gunned down.

In fact, he was driving a very nice, new Rolls Phantom Il that you bought him.

My guess is that both of those kids were k*lled inside of that vehicle.

You got word of it, you know, told your g*ons to go tidy it up.

Make it look like he was all by himself.

I mean, losing a son is one thing...

...but covering up a scandal that comes from an engaged man being found dead next to his hula girl sweetheart...

You made sure that secret d*ed with your son.

You buried it that night.

Where is she, Mr. Whitmour?

What'd you do with Lyla's body?

Okay, I'll tell you what happened to her.

Stay.

What the hell is going on?

They're attacking Pearl Harbor.

Hey, look at this. I'm, uh, doing my own research on Chang Apana.

It's actually, uh, it's a good... W-What's the matter with you?

I think I just solved this case.

I think I know what happened to Lyla Kekoa.

All right, now, bear with me.

Finding the car is the key to finding out what happened to Lyla.

Let me just stop you for one second.

Just, I just want to be clear.

Um, Chang Apana, this brilliant detective... he was HPD's finest.

You know, greatest of all time.

He couldn't solve this case, but you, uh... you did it in your sleep?

I know this sounds crazy, but I'm telling you this was all in the file.

It's nuts. I mean, it was like a bunch of pieces to a puzzle.

I just had to put 'em together.

What? Why with the face?

Nothing. I-I just realized I'm not gonna get any peace until you continue, and I let you finish this thing.

So, please, go ahead. Thank you, Daniel.

Okay, on the night that Lyla Kekoa went missing and James Whitmour got m*rder*d, they were last seen, the two of them, getting into James's Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Okay.

Now, James's body was found sometime the next morning.

But Lyla Kekoa, never seen or heard of ever again.

Nor was the Rolls-Royce Phantom... a very distinctive car that would have attracted a lot of attention.

I don't care how distinctive the car was, finding a 90-year-old automobile is basically impossible.

It could be in a million different pieces.

It could be in a million different places...

Exactly.

Okay, James Whitmour d*ed behind the wheel of that car.

Multiple g*nsh*t wounds. They hit him with a machine g*n.

Which means those b*ll*ts had to cut through the frame of the car, through the windshield to get to him.

Oh, so a 90-year-old car with b*llet holes.

You should have just said that.

That doesn't make it that much easier.

Whitmour senior orders the cleanup.

Okay, he has to get Lyla and the Rolls off the road before this tragedy turns into a scandal.

Now, like the driver, the car is riddled with b*ll*ts, riddled.

It can't be drivable.

So, how do you get rid of a wrecked car?

You tow it. You tow it.

That's what you do, you tow it.

One of Whitmour senior's listed companies is a haulage firm.

Now, I'm going through their old log books, and I find a record of a journey made from downtown Honolulu to the Whitmour estate that very same night.

So you think that the car was put on the estate somewhere?

A dead body, blood, sh*t-up car... it's got to be put somewhere no one can find it. Right?

January 23, 1932.

Whitmour senior submits plans to the local zoning commission for a swimming pool to be built on the estate.

Now, according to financial records, he hired a company to, uh, to start work on said project.

Check this out.

No pool.

No pool.

Unbelievable. What?

You did it, you solved a 90-year-old cold case.

I didn't solve it.

I just got it over the finish line.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses.

Okay... what's the problem?

I don't know, look, this case, this case.

This case has got me thinking about what I really want to do with my time, okay.

What you want to do with your time? Yeah.

Your time? What are you laughing at?

'Cause, you know, you got, you got two jobs, and-and now you're solving cases in your sleep.

You don't have any time. That's not what I'm talking about.

That's not what I mean. What are you talking about?

I'm talking about my grandfather. Uh-huh.

Okay, what about him?

He would have given anything to be a cop, that guy.

You know what he gave? He gave his life fighting for this country.

And then here I am, I got the badge.

I got this great job.

What am I doing running a restaurant, Danny?

What am I doing?

Uh, is that a joke, or...

No, it's not a joke. And I'm really sorry.

I know you're gonna be mad.

Danny, being a cop is all I know now.

And I love my job.

Why am I gonna walk away from it?

Dude, I'm sorry. I really am sorry.

I didn't...

You're mad, right?

If you're out, I'm out.

What did you say?

If you're out, I'm out.

I thought you were sick of dodging b*ll*ts.

You told me you didn't want to get sh*t at.

I'd-I'd rather die from a b*llet than die from the stress of running this place.

Really? Seriously? Yeah.

What about the... I mean, we got...

Kamekona calls me, like, twice a day.

He wants to buy us out of our share, so...

Don't move, don't move.

Okay.

To-to us... Okay. Yes.

...and our very short and-and beautiful but successful run. Yes. Passionate.

Passionate, successful run... Yes.

...as restaurateurs.

And, if I may... to knowing when to quit.

- Cheers. Cheers.