Hawaii Five-0

Hey, Dad.

Spoke to Aunt Deb last week.

Looks like she's gonna give chemo a shot.

She, um...

she said to me, "The McGarretts are fighters."

And Mary, Mary's good.

You wouldn't believe it, Dad, but she has, uh...

she's become such a strong woman.

And she's such a great mother to that little girl.

She sends me videos, like, every other day.

I'm getting to watch Joanie grow up.

It's amazing.

Kid's starting to take her first steps.

I really wish you were here for all of this.

I think you would have liked being a grandfather.

I miss you, Dad.

Hey, Mary.

Yeah, it's me.

No, no, no, I'm here now.

I just, I wanted to call you guys

and just check on you, see how you're doing.

I know. Four years.

No, it's crazy.

Yeah.

No, I'm right here.

Hey, Mary, listen, let me call you back, okay?

Excuse me!

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you.

I-I saw you at... John McGarrett's grave.

Did you know him?

You're his son, aren't you?

Yeah. You have his eyes.

Ellie Clayton.

I'm Steve McGarrett.

And I-I'm still at a loss. I'm sorry.

I can see that.

Um... do you mind telling me how you knew my dad?

How do you like your coffee?

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When I was a kid, my dad owned a bar.

One night, someone came in to rob it, and he was killed.

Your father investigated.

I'm sorry.

He never found who did it,

but your dad, he stayed in my life.

Every few weeks he'd check in,

and on the anniversary of my father's death,

he'd take me to lunch.

We'd get some shave ice and walk on this beach.

It meant a lot to me.

It made a difficult day a little bit easier.

I'll always be grateful for that.

So, now, on the anniversary

of his death, I come to pay my respects,

honor his memory.

When was the last time you guys spoke?

It was shortly before he died, actually.

He called me to tell me he might have a new lead in the case.

Did he say what it was?

No.

He followed a lot of leads over the years.

None of them ever came to much.

You know, no matter how many setbacks,

your dad, he never gave up.

Yeah.

He was stubborn like that.

Oh, I have to run. I'm sorry.

I have to be in court in an hour. What, you're a lawyer?

How do you know I'm not a defendant?

Well, I've met a lot of defendants,

they don't look like you.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Deputy Prosecutor.

Five-O Taskforce.

Good to know we're on the same side.

I'm glad I had a chance to meet you.

Your dad talked a lot about you.

He was really proud.

Well, it was nice to meet you, too, Ellie.

Hey, Ellie.

Your dad's bar, what was the name of it?

The Aces High.

In Kapahulu.

That's right.

What?

Nothing.

I-I remembered is all.

Well, good-bye, Steve.

Bye.

Hey, whoa.

What are you guys doing? What?

We're packing boxes, just like you asked.

With the newspapers? Are you crazy?

There's evidence in these pages.

Of what?

Several connected global conspiracies I've yet to prove.

You got 18 boxes worth of files labeled, like,

"Unexplained phenomena,"

"Area 51."

You hold on to old VHS tapes,

along with newspapers.

You know what your problem is, brah?

You're the hoarder.

Yeah, a hoarder of truth.

Jerry, compulsive hoarding is a symptom of OCD.

Have you ever been diagnosed?

Oh, yeah, Dr. Shaw?

Hanging out with dead people all day

could be considered borderline necrophilia.

Have you ever been diagnosed?

Denial is another symptom.

What did I say?

I'm gonna start packing up the kitchen.

What the hell?

We're downstairs working, and you're up here listening to...

Pictorial onlay, fine dust jacket...

What are you listening to?

Nothing.

Book on tape.

You mean bookshop owner on tape.

Bookshop owner-slash-counterfeiter.

I don't believe this. Is this live?

It's from a few days ago.

I was just catching up between packing boxes.

Jerry, are you aware that in the state of Hawaii,

bugging someone is a felony, and carries with it

a $10,000 fine and a five-year prison sentence?

Are you aware of the consequences

of flooding the market with counterfeit currency?

This guy Farrow could crash

a small economy if we don't stop him.

There is nothing to stop.

The Secret Service already cleared Farrow.

Secret Service?!

What do they know?!

They still believe that Oswald acted alone.

Jerry, enough.

I know for a fact that McGarrett already asked you

to back off twice.

And you didn't listen.

How are we supposed to trust you now?

How'd you even manage to bug this guy?

Pulled a Trojan Horse move.

Hid the bug in a rare book,

and I sold it to him via a third party.

But don't ask me who, 'cause I'll never tell.

It was Kamekona.

I'll give you points for creativity.

But you got to get the book back.

And you got to shut this thing down.

Crap, it's McGarrett. Please don't say anything.

You gonna get the book back? Fine.

All right.

Commander!

Dude, I thought you couldn't make it.

Sorry, buddy, I'm not here for the packing party.

I need a word with Chin. You got a sec?

Yeah.

What's up?

Hey, listen.

Did my dad ever talk about a cold case back in '95?

It was robbery-homicide.

Victim's last name was Clayton.

Yeah.

Yeah, that case haunted him.

I found this in his toolbox.

I never understood why. Then this morning I met

Clayton's daughter and it started to make some sense.

Apparently, my dad kept in touch with her.

What happened?

Well, there had been

a string of robberie in the neighborhood.

And Clayton was closing up this place

when the killer came in and shot him in cold blood.

Grabbed the cash box and took off.

Meanwhile, the daughter was upstairs in the apartment

that they shared when the whole thing happened.

Poor kid heard the shot.

What about suspects? They ever have any suspects?

Yeah, for a minute.

Homeless guy.

Uh... Ned Burrows.

HPD found him during the canvass.

Lab tested a sweatshirt he was wearing,

and it came back with traces of GSR.

He claimed that he found the sweatshirt in a Dumpster

a couple blocks from the crime scene.

Of course, no one believed him at first.

But then he alibied out.

But after they let him go,

your dad became convinced

that Burrows knew more than he said.

So, he went back into that neighborhood every night

for a month, looking for the guy,

but never found him.

And over the years, he kept up the search.

The guy was a ghost.

What?

A couple of days before my dad was killed,