Hawaii Five-0

How'd we do?

You tell me.

No hard feelings, okay?

(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)

Daniel, sometimes I feel

that you could be, uh, a little overly sensitive.

Okay, uh, why, uh... why is it that you feel that way?

I don't know.

I guess it's the way you are.

I mean, you'll take the most benign comment,

and-and you'll take it as a personal insult.

It's extremely annoying.

Positive language, Commander.

Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um, when you do that, it is...

the opposite of pleasing to me.

Is that okay?

Okay, I think that the reason that you, uh, think

that I am so sensitive is because I'm an actual person.

I mean, I have feelings.

I'm not an animal, I'm not a killing machine robot.

Active listening, Detective Williams.

Don't deflect.

This is stupid. I'm sorry, but can we move on? I don't...

Gentlemen, when I conducted your psychological audit

back in September, you agreed

to check in with me and share your progress.

Frankly, I'm not seeing any.

Which leaves me to wonder whether you should be

coming here more regularly. Wait a second.

I didn't mean to give you that impression,

because things have actually been great,

right? Yeah, it's true.

Um, we've been getting along a lot better.

- More communicating. - Right.

Fighting a lot less. Mm-hmm. Really?

Yeah. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Mm, and how do you account for this sudden breakthrough?

Account... Okay.

Well, I would say, if I'm being honest,

that I think Steve is doing a really, really, really good job

with his control issues.

He's working on it, and he's doing good.

Wow. And who's the sensitive one now? You see?

What did I say? Did I say anything? I didn't say anything.

No, no, no, you didn't say... no, you didn't

say anything, 'cause that would require using words,

uh, you know, to articulate a thought.

Why would... why would you say anything?

Why speak English when you can just

blow air out of your nose Mouth.

and tilt your head to... Out of my mouth.

It was your nose. I know it.

I saw it. It was your nose. Ooh, Commander,

I take it you disagree

with Detective Williams' assessment?

Okay, actually, you know what?

Here's the real reason we're getting along so great,

is 'cause I don't listen to him anymore.

Uh, can we get back to the control issue thing?

Actually, we'll have to get that next time.

The hour is up. Oh, wait, hold on.

What next... what next time? What next time?

I'd like to see you again, and...

Me, us, or what?

And I'm giving you both something to take with you.

What is it?

That, gentlemen, is your homework.

Since you saw fit to waste

almost the entire hour attacking each other,

you're going to do a little conflict counseling

on your own time,

and I expect that completed

by our next session.

Hey, Lou, what's with the big turnout?

Security guard was one of ours.

Mike Velasco.

He made his pension last year.

Took a part-time job

so he could spend more time with his grandkids.

We're doing a door-to-door right now to see if anybody

saw the perp fleeing.

All right. What about witnesses

inside the store?

No. All they saw was a guy in a mask with a big gun.

He was in and out, got what he wanted, psh.

The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than

a couple minutes.

He shot Mike before he could press the silent alarm.

Move! I said, move!

And then he made me empty the safe.

What was in the safe?

About three million dollars worth of loose diamonds.

They were just delivered last week.

So who else knew about that delivery?

Just my staff and our supplier.

All right, Ms. Price, we're gonna need a list

of everybody who works for you, of course,

and whatever security footage you have, please.

Of course. I'll get that for you right away.

Thank you.

All right, so our thief

didn't just do his homework.

Somebody tipped him off about that diamond delivery, right?

Kono, what do you got?

Witnesses described a late-model Chevy Impala

speeding away around the time of the robbery.

Canvass turned up tire treads

consistent with the make and model.

All right, tucked-away alley,

just a block or two away from the crime scene.

This has got to be the getaway car, right?

Yeah, and there's something else.

It's a whole lot of blood.

It's on the passenger side,

so I'm thinking our thief may have been shot

by his own wheelman.

That's a smart move.

Let the guy with the gun do all the work

while you wait in the car. He comes back, you pop him,

- and you double your money. - Low risk,

big reward, except for one thing.

Where the hell's the body?

Well, there's a blood trail

leading away from the scene.

HPD's still canvassing, but looks like he got away.

CODIS just matched our blood sample

to a guy named Jacob Anders.

He's in the system for aggravated assault

- and one burglary charge. - We need to check

emergency rooms and look into Anders' known associates,

anybody he might reach out to

now that he's wounded and on the run.

Hey, check it out.

Traffic cam

just caught a black Impala running a red light

three blocks away from our crime scene.

Now, facial rec

I.D.s the driver as Emma Mills.

The court documents indicate she's this guy's girlfriend.

It's a hell of a way to break up with somebody.

Kill him and cut him out of a score. It's pretty cold-blooded.

Well, no honor among thieves.

Anyway, GPS on Emma's phone shows her to be

at her apartment right now.

You know, she must think

Anders is dead.

It's the only reason she'd feel safe just

sitting at home. Well, HPD dispatch is

sending the closest unit available

to pick her ass up.

Whoa, no, no. Call them off.

What? Call them off.

All right? Anders is the priority.

He's a cop killer.

The best way to get to that guy is keeping

this girl in play. Fine.

Anders is gonna patch himself up,

and then he's gonna come after Emma.

When he does, we're gonna be waiting for him.

That's her.

Oh, it's perfect.

Thank you. We'll take it. Excellent.

This is crazy. You cannot do this.

Agnes is coming back this week.

You're not supposed to do this. Okay.

How can you move into somebody's apartment?

I'll tell you how we do it. Okay, see this is

a court order, says we can do anything we want. Anybody asks,

I'm Agnes's nephew, and we're just house-sitting, okay?

It's gonna be fine. I promise. No problem.

Thank you so much. She want everything

just right! You don't touch nothing!

It's gonna be fine, no problem, but okay.

Thank you. No touch!

Mahalo. Nothing, all right?

All right. Smells in here.

It's like, uh, loneliness and despair.

That's mothballs.

Hopefully, Anders will, uh, show up soon,

and we can call it a day, huh?

Guess who's the queen of QVC.

Oh.

I get it. I got a match.

Mr. Pickles.

Hey! Oh!

Hey, whoa, whoa! Oh! What are you...?

What is the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?

Thing jumped out of nowhere. I got scared. What do you want?

What I want you to do-- maybe react like a grown man.

How about that? It's a cat.

Okay, let me explain something to you

that you do not know.

I don't like... I don't like cats.

I love cats.

Of course you love cats. Yeah, I love cats.

Who doesn't love cats? They're awesome. They're like

like adorable little ninjas. They're smart, and they're fast,

and they're, uh, cute and cuddly at the same time.