Hawaii Five-0

("Hula Girl at Heart" by Jimmy Buffett playing)

Ooh! Smells good.

Yeah, yeah.

Should I wake up Steve?

No, no, no, uh, he and I went out late last night.

Yeah. (chuckles)

Ah... yeah!

What you doing there, you pouring the bacon grease into the batter?

Oh, I'm so glad you're paying attention.

Fat is flavor, son.

Yep, that's, uh, definitely a new one.

Let me tell you a little something about this recipe.

It helped me seal the deal

with the love of my life.

One taste of Mama Bama's waffles

and she knew there was no going back.

Might want to think about that

when it comes time for you to land your own special someone.

Actually, I'm kind of seeing

- someone pretty special right now. - Oh, and how's that going?

It's amazing. (chuckles)

- Sounds like you got it bad. - Yeah, it's...

You know, we've been friends for a long time.

- Mm-hmm. - And I used to lie awake at night,

hoping that it would become

something more, you know, just begging.

And now it has,

I'm still in bed,

lying awake thinking about the different ways

I can screw this thing up.

Well, if that's the case,

you definitely need this recipe.

Yeah, look, we all mess up sometimes.

But when you do, these waffles are like

a get-out-of-jail-free card.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Hey, you want to, uh, walk me through that recipe one more time?

- Sure, sure. - Yeah.

A little more coconut wouldn't be bad.

Yeah, yeah, I got you.

Look at that. Macadamia?

Yeah, nuts. You got it.

Oh, you were killing it out there.

It's a good day for me if I can make it to the bottom

of the wave without eating it.

Yeah, well,

Tani's been giving me some pointers, but

you're no slouch yourself out there, Mr. Noshimuri.

It's okay. Trust me.

I'm used to being second best in the ocean.

My ex-wife was a pro surfer.

And very competitive.

Hey, listen, uh... being away

from Five-O hasn't been easy.

So, you inviting me out like this...

it means a lot, thank you.

Well, I've always known you to be a good guy, Adam.

And you made me feel welcome since day one.

And, for what it's worth, I really

hope Steve puts you back on the team.

You and me both.

Well, just give him time.

You know, Steve, he's smart, he's fair.

I'm sure he's gonna come around.

Olivia, hey.

Okay. Calm down, and just tell me what's going on.

Okay, just stay where you are... I am on my way.

- Okay. - Everything okay?

Look, I'm sorry, I got to go.

_

Hey.

Hi, good morning. Welcome to Cow Poop Valley.

Population, a lot.

Uh, don't mind her... She was looking at her phone

instead of where she was walking.

There's enough hazards on this job as it is.

Okay.

Uh, presume we have a Vic...

aside from Tani's boots?

Yeah, follow me.

So, uh, last night, HPD received a call from

a nearby ranch owner, who reported that four men

rode through her property on horseback.

They were carrying torches with rifles slung over

their shoulders, and bandanas covering

their faces.

HPD sent officers up

to talk to the ranch owner to see

if anyone had seen or heard anything.

That's what led them to here, where they found this.

Good morning, Noelani.

What can you tell us about the Vic?

Daniel Kekaula, 41 years old.

TOD was roughly 1:00 a.m.

Cause of death was a gunshot wound to the back of the head.

Looks like a few other things

happened to this guy before that.

Yeah, according to CSU,

there's four sets of hoofprints leading up to the house.

The splintered door suggests that the riders kicked

the door in and dragged Mr. Kekaula out here.

After that, the victim suffered a number of serious bone fractures.

Between the rope burns on his wrists, the abrasions

on the back of his head, and the gravel and dirt embedded

into the wounds,

it appears that the victim was

dragged across the ground at a high rate of speed

for at least several minutes.

"Dragged" as in tied behind one of the horses?

Faster! Faster!

You like it back there, boy?

Exactly.

- That'll do it. - The house seems to be undisturbed.

The valuables still inside, so we can rule out a robbery.

What about revenge?

It's possible these guys wanted to make Kekaula

suffer before they killed him.

Or maybe they were trying to get

some info out of him and he wasn't talking.

Well, if that's the case, I wonder what the hell

this guy knew that would make all of this worthwhile?

_

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

Where is he?

He didn't come home last night.

I'm sure it's fine.

But what if it's not?

I want you to be honest with me, Olivia.

When was the last time you saw your father?

Three days ago. But that's only because

of his new job.

He has to work crazy hours.

Sometimes even travel.

He left me money for food

a-and he calls every night to check in.

Until last night.

It's not what you think!

He's been staying out of trouble.

He's-he's just...

busy.

Well, you know, this is not getting you out of school.

Go grab your stuff.

I will drive you.

Well, it would appear

that getting dragged behind a horse

was nothing more than a cherry on top

of a cow-patty sundae for your Vic.

How's that?

I've been looking

into Kekaula's finances.

Look, this guy was flat broke.

I mean, the whole nine, maxed-out credit cards,

multiple liens on the property,

overdue mortgage payments.

For the last couple of months, this guy's been going in and out

of every banking institution on the island trying to get a loan

so he can keep his ranch afloat.

They all told him to go pound sand.

Well, this is an all-too-common

story for paniolos these days.

Especially the, uh, the smaller ranch-owners.

Yeah, it's getting harder and harder

to make a living off the land.

Given how brutal

this murder was, I just think the guy

just ran out of legitimate places

to try to borrow money and turned

to some more unsavory types.

Sure, but if this was about recovering a debt,

why didn't they take any of his valuables?

TV, laptop,

anything they could sell for a quick buck.

None of that stuff was touched.

All right, Lou, thanks.

Why don't you keep digging into our Vic,

let us know what you turn up?

Yes, sir.

Hey, boss, so, I, uh, got a pretty good idea

of what our Vic was up to last night before he was killed.

- Uh-huh. - According to Noelani,

he turned up with a blood alcohol level of 0.21.

That's a lot of drinking.

Yeah, I asked around,

and there's a bar not too far from here

where the local paniolos

- like to hang out. - Oh, right.

Yeah, the Cattle Prod.

- What, you know it? - I do,

- I do. - When did you go there?

Oh, you think I had no life before I met you?

All right, why don't you, uh, why don't you two

go down, check this bar out,

see if, uh, anybody saw our victim last night.