Hawaii Five-0

The American dream.

Everybody's chasing it.

Some find it.

Most don't.

And then there's the unlucky few who die trying.

This gal was one of those.

But she wasn't just anyone.

She had people who loved her,

who cared for her, people who would want answers.

Please,

don't.

I won't tell anyone, I promise.

(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)

Adam?

And that's why PHP

was heavily influenced by C language.

This is so helpful.

I really appreciate it, man.

Hey, Jer.

Morning, roomie.

Hey, what's all this?

Oh, just prepping for my interview

at InoTech.

Ani here is my I.T. consultant.

Wait a minute.

Shouldn't you be in school, little man?

Why? Just to be force-fed more misinformation?

It can wait.

Ani and I have more important things to worry about.

This new gig I applied for requires programming skills,

and I know nothing about programming.

Well, maybe that means you're not the right man

for the job.

That's the problem.

I'm not the right man for any job.

And since my mom took off to Maui,

I figure I need at least 50K a year

to move out of this place and get my own.

Oh, and I need a small loan.

Just 20 bucks to pay said I.T. consultant.

The financials that we discussed are non-negotiable, Jerry.

Don't worry.

Chin's good for it.

Or maybe I just call your parents

and let them know you're ditching school.

Shrewd negotiator.

Good luck, Jerry.

Well, I got to jet anyways.

Oh, listen.

If InoTech calls, I was a coder at your company for seven years.

What company?

Your global import-export business.

By the way, you're incredibly successful.

Come on, big guy.

That the best you got?

Better?

It's good, but your hips

are telegraphing your jab.

Is that right? Mm-hmm.

Told you.

Nice hook.

Did you learn that in law school?

Actually, I was club boxing champ

my junior year of college.

That right hook came in handy with the boys.

Oh, yeah?

Lucky me, saved by the bell.

Let's say we get some water, Mayweather?

So you ever gonna give me an answer?

About your friend?

Yeah.

Not gonna let that go, are you?

No. No, I'm not. No?

I'm telling you, you and Jess are perfect

for each other.

There's no such thing, Ellie.

Come on, her favorite movie is

Guns of Navarone, she supports the Second Amendment,

and she spends her weekends surfing.

Not to mention that she's drop-dead gorgeous.

Drop-dead gorgeous? Yeah.

I never saw The Guns of Navarone.

Come on, Steve, say yes. It'll be good for you.

Look, I really appreciate what you're trying to do, okay?

But right now, I-I'm just taking my time.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I cannot let you be set up, okay?

I got two words for you: Patty Fitzgerald.

Who's Patty Fitzgerald?

Patty Fitzgerald is someone that my aunt set me up with

when I was 19 years old, okay?

I was single, I was young.

I figured why not? Big mistake?

It was a colossal mistake.

What happened? Trust me, you do not want to know.

Hey, Dr. Shaw.

Gentlemen.

You okay?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

Dr. Bergman's waiting for you guys inside.

I'll be there in just a minute.

Please, I'll join you guys

in a moment. Okay.

What's wrong with Dr. Shaw?

I don't know. She appeared to be upset

after we concluded the autopsy on our victim.

Did she say why?

I chose not to pry, but she is still a trainee,

and in our profession, seeing the worst

of humanity every day can take a toll on you.

All right, what do we know about her?

Our victim is Brooke Waiakea.

22 years old, and she was found

in a marinepod earlier this morning.

What's a marinepod?

It's a unique containment system for marine aquaculture,

designed for rough ocean conditions

and a diversity of species.

I can take it from here, Dr. Bergman.

Are you sure?

Yes, thanks.

It's likely our victim was in the water for roughly six hours.

I put her time of death around midnight.

C.O.D. was a single gunshot wound to the head.

Okay.

Looks like some powder burn around the entry point there.

Close-contact wound.

That's right.

You find any other trauma?

Nothing, and no defensive wounds.

So she was executed.

Yeah, Duke, what's up?

All right, thank you. Thanks.

Looks like Pier 54 recovered Brooke's car.

CSU sent it over to HPD impound for processing.

Thanks.

All right, let us know if you find anything else.

Will do.

That's the one right there.

Hey, Five-O!

Show me your hands. Hands.

Turn around slow, keep your hands up.

Morning, fellas.

Stay right there.

GPS tracker.

I can explain that.

Got a piece.

Smith & Wesson 36.

Well, I can explain that, too.

I'm all ears.

You find yourself in a room with four walls and no windows.

You've either committed a crime or know something about one.

If you're guilty, you might as well come clean,

because the man will sweat it out of you.

But if you're innocent and you know something they don't,

well, that's a different story.

There you are.

I was starting to get lonely.

We ran your prints.

Your name's Harry Brown.

30 years with the HPD, huh?

You had a hell of a career, too; highly decorated officer.

And if I might add, poker buddies with your old man.

Why didn't you just

tell us who you were?

I figured, under the circumstance,

we'd end up here anyway. Besides, I missed the place.

We also know you're a P.I. licensed to carry.

Told you I could explain the heater.

It also explains

why you were trespassing in HPD impound.

You were illegally tracking Brooke, weren't you?

Also, you knew

the GPS would lead back to you.

I couldn't just leave it there.

Who, uh...

who hired you to follow Brooke?

No one. I was doing it as a favor for her father.

An old Coast Guard buddy of mine from way back when.

He lives on Lana'i.

About six moths ago,

his only daughter packed her bags and moved to Oahu,

pursue big city dreams.

At first, it was copacetic.

They talked every day.

Well, as soon as the calls started to dwindle

and the father asked why, you know, she got cagey.

All right, so you figured you'd do your Coast Guard buddy

a favor and come out here and check it out?

Well, I woke up this morning,

I saw that the GPS signal was coming from the police impound.

I knew something was wrong.

And you thought you'd get

the information off the GPS, locate Brooke's killer

and deal with it yourself.

More or less.

But I would've left them breathing.

Okay, why did Brooke stop calling home?