Hawaii Five-0

Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

Hey, Grace. I'm Steve.

Your dad talks about you all the time.

He talks about you a lot, too.

- Daddy! - Aw, come here, monkey.

And I realized the only way this place

would be tolerable

is 'cause I'd get to be here with you.

It's bad enough I'm grounded

on Halloween.

Why do I need a babysitter? I'm 14.

Hi. Look, I'm sorry. I know I should have called,

but I-I was in a panic,

so I just jumped in the car and came straight here.

Okay, come on, come on. Come in. What are you talking about?

What's the matter? What's going on?

Uh, it-it's Grace. She didn't come home.

- Come home from where? - She drove to a party,

but she knows her curfew is midnight.

I woke up at 2:00, and she wasn't back.

And I have been trying her phone, but she won't answer.

Okay. Okay. Um, look.

L-Let's just calm down. Everything's fine, I'm sure,

but I'm just gonna have HPD run a trace on her phone,

put a BOLO out on her car. You got your plate number

in your head, by any chance? - No, she wasn't driving my car.

Well, whose car was she driving?

Stan bought Grace a car two weeks ago.

It doesn't have plates yet.

I see.

Hang on. Okay.

Hey. Yeah, this is Detective Williams.

I need you to run a trace on a phone for me, please.

Two miles off the freeway.

Rachel, this has got to be it.

Did we pass it?

- Because... -No, this is it.

Danny, what would she

be doing out here?

Oh, my God, Danny.

Oh, no, Grace.

Oh, no.

Danny. Is my daughter in there?

- Grace! - Yeah, it's her.

- How bad is it, man? Come on! - Grace!

- Come on, how bad is it? - Grace!

- Grace! -Rachel!

We're going to the hospital.

[Hawaii Five-O theme song plays]

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Hey.

I know. I know.

You all right? You all right?

What's going on?

Uh, she's, uh, she's in critical condition.

And there was another kid in the car, and she's

pretty bad off, too, so it's not good, Steve.

All right. All right, all right.

- Rachel. - Hi.

You okay? Who's the kid? Who's this other...?

We're not... we're not sure.

I mean, she's a new girl in Grace's class,

but, I mean, they were at a party.

Maybe Grace was giving her a ride home.

We just... we don't even know anything.

Williams?

- You're Grace's parents, right? - Yes.

Yeah, I'm Katie's dad.

The girl your daughter put in intensive care.

Katie has a collapsed lung.

Broken ribs. Her leg is shattered.

But you're not blaming this on Grace.

- She was driving. - Okay, that's enough.

Like a lunatic, judging by

- Katie's injuries. - Okay, okay.

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

Sir, we're very sorry about your daughter,

but this is not the time or the place.

Did you even bother to teach her

how to drive? - Okay, that's enough.

Or does Cop Dad just bail her out

every time she drives home drunk

from a party? - Okay. All right.

God help you if Katie dies.

- Shut your mouth! Shut your... - Oh, or what?

- Shut your mouth. - You'll do the same to me?

- That's my daughter. - Get out of here.

That's my daughter in there.

Get out of here. Get out of here.

Take him downstairs.

Cool him out downstairs.

- Steve. - What?

- I need to talk to you. - What?

HPD's opened an investigation.

- Into what? - They had no choice.

The damage to Grace's car suggests she was going

almost double the speed limit. - What are you talking about?

They have to follow protocol. A tox screen's been ordered,

and vehicle homicide's coming in to do an assessment.

VHS?

We're talking about Grace Williams.

You know this girl. It's not her.

- Something's wrong here. - I'm sorry, Steve.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Lin, you have a visitor in the main lobby.

Dr. Lin, a visitor in the main lobby.

You're going to wear

a hole in the floor.

Grace is not responsible for that accident,

- I'm telling you right now. - Yeah, we know that.

And Steve has promised to find out exactly what happened.

And in the meantime, all we can do is just be here

for when Grace wakes up, which she will.

Uh-huh.

- Mr. and Mrs. Williams? - Hi.

Hey. What's going on?

The good news is there's no damage

to Grace's internal organs.

But she does have a depressed skull fracture,

which we need to operate on as soon as possible.

A-All right. What exactly does that mean?

It means the injury to her skull is putting pressure

on her brain.

We're calling in a neurosurgeon

and a surgical team, but we won't

know the extent of the damage until we get in there.

All right, well, what... So, when do we know?

So, how long does that take or...?

It could be a while.

Did you get a pager from the nurses' station?

Yeah. This-this thing here?

Wherever you are in the hospital, that pager

will go off as soon as we have an update for you.

- Yeah, I've ordered a cheeseburger before. - Danny.

Thank you.

Hang in there.

We'll see you guys soon.

Do you want to talk about the car?

Because I know that you're mad about it.

Uh, no, I-I don't want to talk about the car, Rachel.

I'm not mad.

Well, I know that you are, because, you know, I would be.

I just told you I'm not mad about it, Rachel.

You should have told me about it. You didn't.

- Right. - It's over.

But Stan didn't ask me.

So the car just... Did it just magically appear?

No. He did it because he feels guilty

about having moved to Vegas.

And I just... I couldn't just return it, because...

I mean, you...

you should have seen Grace's face.

I didn't see her face, Rachel.

I didn't, and that moment's gone now.

It's just that she wanted to tell you,

and, you know, she knew that you would be upset about it,

so she-she kept putting it off.

So I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry.

I heard you, Rachel. You're sorry.

I accept your apology.

Okay? I forgive you.

All right? I-I'll write it down,

and then we'll take it, and we'll get it notarized.

Is that good? You happy with that?

No. I'm just trying to help you understand.

Understand what, Rachel? Understand what?

That it's not your fault? I got it.

It's never your fault.

There's all kinds of things that happen

that you should have told me about

that you don't tell me about.

I'm used to it, all right?

I'm used to it.

I'm gonna get a coffee.

Koa, come on, open the door.

Come on. Please.

I can hear you in there. Open it.

What the hell?

I don't want to talk about it.

What happened? Who did that to you?

I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

Before you ask, yes, I'm still clean.

And no, I don't need you solving any more of my problems.

I can handle it.

You know, you were never a burden to me, Koa.

Not when you were using, and not now.

I just want to help you.

Would you let me help you?

I went out looking for Alana.

She's one of the addicts I've been counseling

at the rehab facility.

She went missing.

Okay. Did she... did she just walk out, or...

No, I discharged her a week ago.

She was inpatient for opiates, but she completed her treatment,

was doing well, so we sent her home.

She's supposed to check in with me every night at 6:00 p.m.,

but last night, she didn't.

Okay. And so you went looking for her

at all her favorite underground fight clubs?