Hawaii Five-0

Uh-uh.

Why are you uh-uh-ing? See, there's no room

for conversation here. Oh.

So it's like that, huh?

You-You're just gonna just tell me how it is.

I'm not telling you. I didn't make the rules.

There's prom rules, right?

There's rules. Your son picks my daughter up.

Okay, there's corsages.

There's photographs. They go to the dance.

They come home. Maybe a kiss

on the cheek, and then that's it. That's it.

Huh. I'm surprised you didn't want them

to shake hands at the end.

They can do that. For my own clarity...

Okay. ...this corsage bringing

and photographs and all of that, that takes place at your house?

Yeah. I mean, I don't see what the difference is,

but yeah. Oh, you don't see what the difference... Good, good.

If you don't see what the difference is,

how about you arrange for the limousine. Uh-huh.

And that way

I can sit at my house in my easy chair

while all the corsage business and photographs

takes place at my house. How about that?

Why don't, um,

Grace and Will just meet at the dance?

There we go. Problem solved.

No. See, I'm with Danny

on this one. I-I always think that a boy should pick up a girl

no matter what. That's my guy.

That's right. I hope this doesn't mean that you think

that you're driving tomorrow night. That's not gonna happen.

Wait, hold up.

What's tomorrow?

What? Oh, nothing. We're just gonna go to a wedding.

Joons is doing me a favor,

and he's gonna be my plus-one.

Why are you looking at me like that? That's...

It's a platonic plus-one.

Mm-hmm. Obviously.

Don't. You don't need to do that, guys.

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

You guys are so weird sometimes.

Hey.

Look who it is. Little sis is back in town.

Sorry we're late. Hey.

Baggage claim was crazy.

Took forever to get her stuff. You know. Huh?

Yeah, like it's my fault. No, no.

I'm not blaming you. No, hey, don't listen to him. We don't.

How are you? Aw. It's good to see you. You're right on time.

Nice to see you. Hi. Welcome back, Mary.

Hey, uh, Junior, Tani,

this is my kid sis, Mary. Hi.

It's nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Hello.

Hi. Hello. Nice.

Yeah. Mm-hmm. New friends. Good-looking.

Yeah, they're young and hip and... Mm-hmm. Able to keep you in touch

and make you look old. It's a bonus. Mm-hmm, yep.

Yep. Speaking of kids, how's Joanie?

She's got to be, what, five, six now? She's six.

It's crazy. She's six years old.

Thanks for asking. But she's away at her very first

Girl Scout camp retreat,

so I came here for a little, short trip. Yeah.

And that's why I took a couple days off.

You know, fill the freezer

with mint chip mochi ice creams

and just, you know.

Nice. You remembered. Yeah.

Not that you're gonna be there to eat them, but yeah,

I remembered. Uh-oh.

I knew you were still mad. I'm not mad.

Yes, you are. You're totally mad.

Right? Look at your vein.

You're mad. That vein. Yeah.

Why are you mad? Why is he mad?

Why am I mad?

'Cause I got an Airbnb

'cause I'm freaking allergic

to the cat that he adopted. Didn't adopt a cat.

I offered to board the cat

'cause he was gonna leave it on the street

to fend for itself, and that won't do.

Okay? I'm just saying,

if there's another reason you don't want to stay with me... Got you.

...then just don't blame it on Mr. Pickles. That's all.

Maybe, uh, you know, she thinks it's a little crowded.

You got a Navy SEAL in the guest room. You got a dog

on the couch.

Yeah, it's like it's a full house, all right?

Okay. So, I'm looking forward to this Airbnb

'cause it's just nice, right? New.

So new it doesn't even have one review.

Not one. No one's said anything about it.

It may not even exist. It's probably gonna be

a disaster.

I think you're a disaster.

Maybe you should stop adopting animals.

No-no disrespect. I'm just happy to be here.

Yep. Good to be home, huh, Mary?

Just say yes. Yes.

Hey, you can't park there, buddy.

Taxis only.

Hi.

You don't mind if we play music, right? Uh...

Oh, my gosh, babe.

This is my song!

Yes!

Uh, ma'am, does this look right?

No.

Oh! See that bakery up-up there?

Is that where you're going? No.

But they have a lovely haupia pie.

Brah, I'm gonna puke.

Uh, okay.

Wait, wait.

No, I'm not.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yes!

Message him. Yes!

Swipe left. Yes, girl.

Sir, wake up. This is your stop.

Thank you. Have a good night. Thank you.

You've reached Diane. Leave a message,

and make it a good one. Hey, babe.

Uh, I'm just finishing up. I'll be home soon.

Love you.

Dude, not how this works. Use the app.

Plus, I'm done for tonight.

Drive. Now.

Oh, good morning, Ms. Rey.

Are you all set for your big wedding tonight?

I am, yes. And I noticed, actually, your eyebrows

had a lot to say about the matter

when it was brought up yesterday.

So you think you can read my eyebrows?

Child, please.

Better try Sanskrit. It'd be easier.

All right.

Okay, all right, fine. I-I'll admit

I was mildly curious when I heard

that you invited Junior to be your plus-one to a wedding.

By the way, you know when you invite somebody to a wedding,

that's usually considered a date. Yes.

That is true, but in this case, Junior knows that we're going

as friends, and he's just fine with it.

He's cool with it. He said so himself.

He can say so until the moon turns to green cheese.

I see how that boy looks at you.

All right, look.

You two are grown.

I'm not trying to get in your business.

All I'm trying to say to you is

it might seem like Junior's a great, big, tough Navy SEAL,

and he is, but inside that man's chest

beats the heart of a puppy dog.

Just be careful.

Lou, it's 2019.

I would hope that gender politics

have evolved at least to the point where men and women

can just be friends.

Again with the eyebrows.

You know... You...

Yeah, Duke.

Oh.

Okay. Okay, we're on the way.

Look at you, forced to drive your own car.

McGarrett must really have the day off.

Yeah. Can't you tell I'm glowing?

I feel peaceful.

Yeah? Well, I think whatever

we're about to hear'll wipe that glow right off your face.

He's right. HPD got a call

from a woman whose boyfriend didn't come home last night.

He was working the night shift

driving for that Coast rideshare app.

We traced his sedan, and we found it here.

Rideshare app.

Since when did it become okay

for any Tom, Dick and Harry to just hop right into your car?

Well, in this case, it wasn't.

Thanks. The driver took two gunshot wounds.

All right. Well, do we have a line on any Tom, Dick or Harry?

'Cause seems to me like the passenger

would be a likely suspect. Yeah.

That would be a great theory, but there's one problem.

Passenger took two bullets himself.

Twist.

What the hell happened here?

I don't know, but Duke's got something you guys need to see.

Drive. Driver's a local named Sam Pukahi.

The hostage taker is Carter Hill.

According to his license, he's from New Jersey.

All right, well, that explains

why he doesn't have a car.

Does not explain why he stuck somebody up with a knife.

Well, judging by the way he was behaving on that video,