Hawaii Five-0

Dad? I didn't say it enough.

I love you, son.

- STEVE (on phone): Dad? Dad! No, no, no! - (gunshot)

Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe. It's all right, Steve.

I couldn't be prouder...

of the man you've become.

I'm so sorry. Mom!

I love you so much.

You continue to go down this road, son,

you got to ask yourself: how many more lives

is that gonna cost?

And pretty soon, you're gonna need to decide

what kind of man you are.

You're the closest thing I ever had to a son, Steve.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

I just hope someday you can understand.

Don't wait as long as I did to find someone.

I don't want that to happen to you.

I love you.

Whoa.

Morning.

Good morning.

Wow, that's a lot. (chuckles)

A lot?

Yeah. I was maybe going for, you know,

sweet, thoughtful, romantic.

I would have even taken, "Hey, nice spread."

Yeah, no, it's-it's really nice. It's nice.

I just... 'cause...

You know, I just grab a coffee on the way to work.

Yeah, yeah, and you're usually late because of it.

I shouldn't have asked you to stay over.

Wait, what does that have to do with anything?

I just have a routine, and I-I'm...

used to my own space,

and...

Maybe we're just... we're moving too fast.

All right. I'll clean up.

- Well, I'll help. - Uh, hey, I-I got it.

_

Junior, you home?

You really have to start using single-origin coffee beans.

This mixed blend stuff assaults the senses.

Boy, it's a good thing you're cute, Eddie, 'cause

you fail as a guard dog.

He knows a friendly face when he sees one.

- Uh-huh. - And he just loves his

Uncle Gerard, don't you? Don't... ? Yes, you do. Oh.

Yes, you do.

You... please,

please don't do that. Eddie, beat it. Let's go.

- Out. - (Eddie whines)

Hirsch, you broke into my house? Why?

Well, no one came to the door, which was unlocked.

Frankly, I was worried.

Thank you for the welfare check.

I appreciate it. No, I don't like to run with my keys.

Danny's on spring break with his kids,

and Junior slept somewhere else, so...

- I bet I know who it is. - What... do you want?

My Uncle Oscar just had heart surgery.

- Okay, - He's, uh,

78, and managing on his own

is getting difficult, so...

he's moving in with me.

Okay, I know.

Before you go off on my generosity,

I owe it to the guy.

He had a huge impact on me as a kid.

He taught me all the essentials...

Lock-picking, pickpocketing, how to pull off a flawless con job...

Good, so he's the one we should thank.

Hey. I'm a model citizen these days, but

my uncle, uh... well, I'm not so sure.

See, when the movers dropped off

Oscar's boxes,

I started, uh, unpacking a little bit.

And, uh...

I found this.

- What is that? - It's an antique snuffbox.

It's worth, uh... quite a bit.

- How much is "quite a bit"? - I'd say...

several hundred... thousand.

- Excuse me? - And, uh...

given... Oscar's history of criminal ventures,

I have a sneaking suspicion

that it's, um...

ill-gotten.

All right, let's go arrest your uncle.

I-I know the statute of limitations is six years,

so he's in the clear.

But if you could look at

the, uh, HPD archives and maybe

see if someone reported

the box stolen, and then

at least I can return the box

- to its rightful owners. - Right.

Right, right.

And if there's no report,

you could sell it to the highest bidder.

- Hey, elder care is not cheap. - (phone ringing)

Okay, I'll-I'll have Tani

- on this right away. - Oh, thank you, Steve.

Yeah. McGarrett.

Yeah. No, no, no. I'll get some people down there as soon as possible.

Of course. Thanks.

All right, figure this.

We got a dead John Doe.

No ID, the only evidence we have is that

tire iron, that jack, and that flat tire with a nail in it.

- Hey, Adam. - Hey, Noelani.

- What you got here? - Uh... pretty straightforward.

Single shot through the left chamber of the heart.

- Died instantly. So, guy gets a flat tire,

pulls over to change it, someone stops

and jacks him for his car and wallet.

Yep. Only this is not an isolated incident.

- Well, how do you know? - Because, according to HPD,

these robberies are being perpetrated

by what they're calling "the Fix-a-Flat Robbers."

Two guys who hit airport rent-a-car companies.

See, they target a car, stick a nail in the tire,

car gets rented, tourist drives off,

they follow that tourist.

Once the tire goes flat...

These guys rob the tourists for everything they have.

But this time they graduated to murder.

So, why'd they suddenly decide to drop a body?

Cap? What do you say, Duke?

We sent a photo

of our Vic around to all the car rental places at HNL.

- Let me see. - Sure enough, we got an ID.

John Doe's name is Greg Dean.

Flew in this morning from O'Hare.

According to the airline, Mr. Dean flew in

with his wife Cynthia.

Then where the hell is she?

Hey.

- Hi. - Double cappuccino.

Extra dry. Small token of my appreciation.

Oh, gimme, gimme.

So...

What's new?

Anything you want to tell me?

Who told you?

About you and Junior, no one.

McGarrett might have mentioned that Junior slept

elsewhere last night,

but you don't need to be a genius to put it together.

So, I'm guessing

Rey-Rei is now official?

- Excuse me? - You know, Rey

and Reigns... Rey-Rei, got it? Rey-Rei.

- Please don't make that a thing. - No promises.

Why don't we just focus on your uncle, shall we?

Okay, fine.

Did you find anything yet?

Actually, yes, as much as it pains me to admit it,

your instincts were right.

I was able to dig up an old police report

on a stolen antique snuffbox.

Oh, so much for my early retirement.

Well, this report's from 1978, so...

the case wasn't fully digitized, but it looks like

it was stolen from a woman named Tabitha May.

What?

1978 was the year my uncle moved to Seattle.

He only came back to Oahu recently because of his health.

I suppose the timing of his move to Seattle

- could be a coincidence. - Hold on.

It's saying that this was not just a robbery.

- It was also a homicide. - Wait, a what?

A housekeeper was shot when she stumbled

upon the robbery-in-progress.

Uncle Oscar might be a thief, but he's not a killer.

Well, you just told me that 1978 was the year that he left the island

with a key piece of evidence from a homicide in hand.

O-Okay, that...

could be... quite suspicious.

I'll tell you what, I'll have HPD pull the evidence.

In the meantime, let's see what the Internet has to say.

Okay, here's an old article

about the robbery from The Advertiser.

Oh! Oh! Hold on, wait!

Look, Tabitha's fiancé

Jay Gilbert was the main suspect, not Oscar Hirsch.

See, I told you my uncle would Ne...

- Oh. - I take it you recognize this man?

That's Uncle Oscar.

It seems Uncle Oscar, posing as Jay Gilbert,

he met Tabitha, a month later they were engaged.

Soon after that, the box was stolen,

the housekeeper was shot, and Tabitha

never saw her fiancé again.

Hey, I don't suppose you could pretend...

that you never saw this?

There's a statute of limitations on a robbery.

Not when it comes to murder.

I just have to see if he's up.

He usually takes a nap this time of day.