Hawaii Five-0

Whoo-wee.

You sure got all of that one.

Thanks. You have a great day today, Captain Grover.

You know I will. Good to meet you.

Mr. Grover, sir.

Yeah.

If I could make a suggestion...

I haven't even swung a club yet. You're already making suggestions?

It's just,

you may not want to tell everyone you're law enforcement.

This club,

- it can be a little... - Eh, say no more, Pakele.

I get it. Blue-collar guy on a cop's salary like myself

doesn't exactly fit in with the ritzy, glitzy profile

of most of your membership here.

Yeah, I already got that memo in the form of my application

being stuck on the bottom of a pile for years.

Driver, please.

- Captain Grover. - Oh, what the hell?

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

My name is Zev Shaham.

I am the head of security here at the club.

Wait just a minute. Before you start

asking for membership cards and such,

you ought to know that my wife won this round for me

fair and square by bidding on it at an auction.

Of course. And we're very pleased to have you here, sir.

In fact, there is a matter I need your assistance with.

Well, can it wait, say, 18 holes?

I'm sorry, Captain, it cannot.

Yeah, he's dead, all right.

Have you called HPD?

I was about to do so, sir, when we were made aware

that you were on the premises.

Management thought it would be more prudent

to seek your assistance.

Oh, did they, now? Since we don't yet know

if it's an accident or some kind of equipment malfunction,

management is hoping this can be handled

with the appropriate level of discretion and sensitivity.

As I'm sure you can appreciate,

the club has a reputation to protect.

Oh, I'm as discrete and sensitive as the next guy,

but not for nothing, you do have

a dead body in your cryo-chamber.

Okay.

Tell me something,

do you know if anybody entered this room

while this gentleman was receiving his treatment?

Not that I am aware of.

And for obvious reasons, we can't have cameras here,

so there's no way to check.

- Why do you ask? - Come here.

You see these dents

on the inside of the door?

This guy was trying to bang his way out of this thing.

And these bruises

all over his hands tell the same story.

Maybe the locking mechanism malfunctioned,

trapping him inside.

Doubtful.

Look at these handles on the outside of the door.

They both have indentations.

Someone barred the door shut.

I got some bad news for you, buddy.

This gentleman here was murdered.

If you, if you keep doing this, you're gonna get, uh,

you're gonna get more wrinkles.

You're a dermatologist now?

- Well, I'm just saying... - Well, zip it.

You... Just saying,

maybe lighten up a little bit.

Okay. Don't tell me to lighten up.

- Okay. - All right?

Where is this lady? Is she coming,

uh, this week or wh... How long are we gonna sit here?

Have you heard anything about, uh, Mrs. Wo Fat?

I, uh, reached out to Interpol.

There were no hits on any of Daiyu Mei's aliases,

but I can't say I'm surprised she's laying low

after what went down.

- You know? - Okay, well, hmm.

Haven't heard back from Adam?

- Nope. - No.

- Left him messages. - Yeah, I left him messages, too.

I'm gonna keep leaving him messages until he calls me back.

Yeah, well, assuming that happens,

he's got a lot of explaining to do.

- Hi. - Good morning, Mr. Williams.

Hi. I am sorry to keep you waiting.

- It's okay. - Uh, are we expecting Charlie's mother?

Uh, no, no. She's not coming today, unfortunately.

I am here, though.

I'm Steve McGarrett. I'm his, uh, his partner.

We work together.

I see. Uh, typically, these meetings

are only open to family.

He's family. He's, uh, basically Charlie's uncle.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

I'm also, uh,

his emotional support friend.

- Okay, then. - Okay.

So, I called this meeting

- because... - Yeah, no, I know, I know. Um...

Another kid punched, uh, Charlie, so, uh,

I guess the-the question is, what-what are you guys, uh,

- what are you gonna do? - Yes.

That is the question.

And if this were an isolated incident,

I'd be giving you a very different answer.

So it's not... What do you mean, an isolated incident?

- This has happened before? What? - When the teacher spoke with Charlie

after today's altercation, he admitted

that he and Blake have had friction

- for quite some time. - What kind of friction?

- Steve. - Sorry.

What kind of friction?

Blake's been engaging in all the typical bullying behaviors.

Uh, intimidation, name-calling.

And recently, he started taking Charlie's things.

His calculator, his Nintendo Switch.

His Nintendo Switch. Yeah, he told me that he lost that.

I don't know why he'd lie to me.

Don't feel bad.

Kids are often afraid to come forward about being bullied.

But the school takes this issue very seriously.

Okay, great. So what... again, what's the school gonna do?

Well, we've found the only cure is conversation.

Between both kids and both sets of parents.

So are the... Blake's parents, they coming in, or... ?

I got a call just before I came in.

And, unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Tatum

will not be able to make it in today.

So, then what are we doing here?

I mean, if they're not gonna show up,

how are we gonna have a-a conversation?

Okay. Uh, look...

- Wait, hold on. - No, no, no. It's fine.

Um, I appreciate, um,

you calling me in, but I-I will, um,

I'll handle it from here.

- Okay? Come on. Let's go. - Yep.

- Okay. And thank you. Uh... - Oh.

This was, uh, very productive.

- Was it? - Not really.

Thank you.

You have one new voice-mail message.

Hey, uh, sorry I'm calling so early.

I'm sure you're still asleep, but, uh...

I just got called up for reserve duty.

I'm on my way to Dillingham, so by the time you get this,

I'll be wheels up.

I don't know how long I'll be gone,

and I'm not allowed to get in contact while I'm away,

but I'll call you as soon as I can.

And, um, Tani, I'm looking forward to picking up from where we left off.

Hello?

Officer Tani Rey, good morning.

Is it?

Because I'm at work and nobody's here.

Well, that's because Steve

had to help Danny with something

and Quinn has got a deposition in court,

and I'm sure you heard about

Junior getting called up, right?

Uh, yeah, I did.

- And where are you? - Well, I'm at the Ali'i Aina golf club.

How lovely.

Well, it ain't that lovely. I managed to catch myself

a homicide while I've been here.

Really? Okay, well, in that case, give me the address.

Well, um, we kind of got this.

I'm getting helped out by the head of security here,

and we're, uh, trying to keep a light footprint.

A light footprint?

Yeah, I get it. You're trying not to upset the guests?

Something like that, yeah.

Wait a sec. Is this the same

fancy-pants golf club that you've been trying to get into

for, like, ever?

What the hell's that got to do with anything?

I'm just saying.

Well, instead of just saying, why don't you get

to just doing and make yourself useful?

Can you run financials and, uh, phone records on our Vic?

All righty, then. Okay, who is this guy?

His name is Chuck Tsao. He's 44 years old.

Been a member here at this club since 2009.

- On it. - Great. Keep me posted.

Dr. No. What you got for me?

Well, it appears Mr. Tsao arrived at 8:15 a.m.

for his regular cryotherapy session.

His killer barred the door shut and then maxed out the timer.

As a result, Mr. Tsao was subjected

to a negative-200-degree chilling blast

of evaporating liquid nitrogen for over ten minutes.

Ooh. Minus 200?

Damn, that's cold.

Yeah. And excruciating.

At extreme temperatures like that,