Hawaii Five-0

Would you do something, Milton, please?

You're the one driving. What exactly would you like me to do?

I don't know, shoot back, maybe. Shoot back, huh?

Okay, just say so and I'll do it.

Shoot back, please, Milton.

Whoa!

Some crack shooting, Detective.

Hold it steady, damn it.

Now you're just pissing him off.

You think you can do any better?

No, I'm positive I could better, but you're even worse at driving

than you are at shooting that gat.

Hey, get closer. I'm gonna

shoot out his tires. - All right, all right, all right.

Do whatever you're gonna do, but make it quick.

Whoa, hey!

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Oh... thank you.

- You good? - Yeah, good. Thanks, man.

What do you say, fellas? What you got here--

"hoo-doovers"?

I'll tell you what-- next time,

you should get yourself a plate of food, all right?

No, I'm-I'm kidding. And try the squash blossoms, all right?

They're very good. Excuse me, come here.

What's with the guy's plate? It was piled like this.

What is this, the last supper for this guy?

He's enjoying the food.

- Enjoying the food? - Yeah.

This is killing us, the soft opening. It's destroying us.

- What are you talking about? - Just so you know, okay?

And the langoustines and the veal, why?

Why langoustines and veal?

That's what this is all about.

Danny, this whole event

is to show people what we're doing here

and what-what we're gonna cook. Everybody has a great time.

Besides, these guys are cops, they deserve the best.

We-we deserve to make some money at some point. Do we not, huh?

I'm-I'm going to have a drink.

I might get drunk.

- Steve. - Duke.

Just wanted to introduce you to someone.

This is Milton Cooper. Retired HPD detective.

Mr. Cooper, how do you do? Good to meet you.

Please, Milton.

Milton it is. Good to meet you. Milton.

And he also happens to know your grandfather.

- Really? - God,

it's like going back in time.

Look at him.

You-you look just like him.

- Really? - And I hear you're even more

like him in spirit.

Well, I take that

as a-as a great compliment, sir. Thank you.

Just tell me when you want to leave.

Yeah.

You know, your grandfather and I were best friends.

I didn't know that.

He'd be so proud

to see you wearing a badge.

You know, all we used to talk about was becoming detectives.

Wait a minute, my grandfather, he wanted to be a cop?

Oh, yeah.

That-that was, that was the dream

until December 7, 1941,

when it... it all changed.

Yeah.

I think about him a lot. You know, what might've been

if he hadn't lost his life that day.

I joined the HPD.

But that was because of all of the people

that sacrificed their lives.

Just like your grandfather.

All those years of service--

I did it to honor him.

That's, uh...

Milton, that's... that's incredible.

- I don't know what to say. - You know,

when I knew I was gonna meet you,

I dug this out of storage.

It belongs to your grandfather.

It's even got your initials on it, too.

Yeah, it does.

You know, inside, there's a bit of a mystery.

It's the last unsolved case

of Chang Apana.

The Chang Apana?

The legendary HPD detective,

Chang Apana.

Your grandfather and I were obsessed.

We used to get together on the weekends,

see if we could crack the case.

We thought it would be good, you know, practice

to became detectives.

Now, I'm gonna leave this with you, because,

uh, maybe you'll have better luck than we did.

How 'bout that?

I'm gonna treasure this, Milton.

Uh, thank you so much.

I can't get over it. You look so much like him.

- Take it easy. - You, too, sir.

I think that was mostly a success.

What're you talking about, mostly a success?

Everybody I spoke to said it was awesome.

That's because it was free.

I'm telling you, we made a lot of fans tonight.

All right? Those people are gonna be back

with their friends, with their family,

and they're gonna pay for a meal, I'm telling you.

I hope so because, so far, the only thing that this has done

is give me a headache and emptied my pocket.

We got to figure out a way to make some money. I-I mean,

nobody warned us about this? I mean...

You mean why didn't we listen when everybody warned us,

is that what you mean?

Who's the kid in that photo?

- This picture? - Yeah.

That is Steven McGarrett senior.

Oh, wow. That's my granddaddy.

- Oh, yeah? - And he's with, uh, none other

than Chang Apana.

Oh, that's, uh, that's Chang Apana, huh?

Yeah, the one, the only.

I don't get it. Why do people lose their mind

every time Chang Apana's name gets brought up?

Are you kidding me? Danny, guy was a legend.

I mean,

he was-he was a real-life Hawaiian cowboy

who became HPD's most famous detective.

34 years this guy policed Blood Town

and Hell's Half Acre, almost single-handedly

busting up gambling joints, opium dens,

and he did all of it without a gun.

His weapon of choice was a bullwhip.

He's like the Hawaiian, uh, Indiana Jones.

That's right. He was-he was also

the inspiration for Charlie Chan, but he was, eh,

less like that character.

This guy was stabbed six times, he was shot once,

he got thrown out of a second-story window, run over

by a horse and buggy. I mean...

I can't believe he lived

through it all. And you know what else?

He never let a bad guy get away.

Apprehended every one of his suspects.

Sounds like you.

He was also a three-time

recipient of the department's medal of valor,

so I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

- Thank you. - That's not how I meant it.

Anyway, this is Chang Apana's last unsolved case.

Oh, yeah? Who was the, uh, who was the victim?

It was actually a-a missing persons case.

This kid.

Lyla Kekoa. She was a girl,

went missing in April, 1932.

I guess she was from a-a poor family.

Um, says here that, uh,

whole family worked on a-on a sugarcane plantation.

Basically, the type of girl whose disappearance

probably wouldn't attract much attention,

but it didn't stop Apana from working this case every day

until he was forced to retire. Milton was right,

there's a-there's a lot of stuff in here. I just...

I don't know-I don't know where to start

or what to do with it, even. - Well,

good news is, uh, I don't have to.

So I'm gonna wish you luck.

Have a good evening.

Hey, drive safe.

Chucklehead, wake up.

- Hey, wake up. What're you doing? - Huh?

Wake up. Got something.

Oh, Milton.

- Must've dozed off. - Well, that's, uh, you know,

what happens when you burn this much midnight oil.

Anyway, so, I told you I put the word out to my stoolies.

Something came back, third party.

Uh, deal is I cannot know who or where it came from.

Think you might like it.

Lyla.

April, 1932. I mean, it's got to be

one of the last photographs taken

of this kid before she went missing.

Take a look, uh, what she's wearing around her neck.

That's some serious ice.

Looks to me like around $500 worth.

Let me ask you a question, Milton.

How does a poor girl like Lyla end up

with a piece like that?

I don't know.

So you're gonna go see the brother again, huh?

Milton, get down!

You know, generally, when people shoot at you

in front of your office, it means you're on to something.

It looks like somebody wants

Lyla's disappearance to remain a mystery.