Hawaii Five-0

No! No! No! No!

Daddy, I want to go home!

No! No!

Here's Daddy. Here's Daddy.

It's just a bad dream, sweetheart.

It's just a bad dream.

I got you.

I got you.

I got you. I got you, sweetie.

It's gonna be all right. It's all right.

Been a few weeks now since the last one.

Beginning to think maybe she's ready to get past it,

but last night, man, it just...

It was awful.

Another nightmare, huh?

Yeah.

The whole thing-- the abduction...

and being locked up in a cage...

and watching Ian die and...

It just plays over and over on a loop in her head.

And she can't... It just never ends.

That son of a bitch Ian, man.

He really got under my daughter's skin.

She can't shake it.

Yeah.

We both know what it's like not to want to close your eyes.

Only cure for that though is time.

This is killing me.

I feel utterly helpless.

Every night, I pray to God to take this thing off of her

and put it on me 'cause I can handle it.

This is my little girl.

She shouldn't have to carry this.

You know what though, Lou?

Let me tell you something.

You're doing the only thing you can do.

You're being there for Samantha.

Knowing she's got a father that loves her

and will do whatever it takes to keep her safe...

that's exactly

what she needs right now.

Fool!

You've fallen right into my trap!

Without you to protect them,

the people of Earth will perish!

You better get in there and help save Gotham.

Carpool's gonna be here in ten minutes.

All right, you two warriors! Let me see this!

Let's go, Supermen.

To school!

Capes down, brush your teeth,

grab your backpacks.

I really appreciate you rearranging your day like this.

I know it's a pain. Hey.

Comes with the territory when you are married

to a real superhero.

I'll make it up to you tonight.

Mm. I promise.

You always do.

I... Not negotiable.

You have a long day of surgery ahead.

Love you.

I love you, too.

I wish you could babysit me every day, Poppy.

I wish I could, too, kiddo.

Are you gonna be here after school?

Oh, you better believe it.

Um, your parents get home

around dinner time, eh?

What do you say we take them to J.J. Dolan's for some pizza?

Cool.

We're gonna have fun, Poppy.

We sure will.

Be a good boy.

You, too.

- Is the patient prepped? - Yes.

Okay, go ahead and place an A line and a central line

before he goes into the O.R. Do you want me to call a...?

Yes, and then we can put the ventricular drain

to stabilize the intracranial bleeding.

How far out are you?

I'll be up in a minute.

I'm pulling into the garage now.

(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)

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Dig deep. You got this.

Keep breathing.

Okay?

Just a little further.

All right, push yourself now. Push yourself.

Straight away, push yourself.

Go, Grace! Go!

Go! Push yourself, Grace!

That's it.

Hey.

That right there is what we call

a six-minute, 18-second mile.

That President's Physical Fitness medal is in the bag.

You hear me?

Good, 'cause I didn't do so hot last year.

Forget about last year.

This year's gonna be different.

Thanks for helping me, Uncle Steve.

Danno says the only thing he hates

more than swimming is running.

Don't worry about Danno.

You know, it scares me to think

what that guy's gonna be like

when he actually is a grumpy old man.

That looks just like your car, Uncle Steve.

Because it is my car.

Listen to me, you don't... you don't move from this spot.

Okay? You don't talk to anybody...

Okay, I won't.

Don't move, all right? I won't, I won't. I promise.

Go!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch.

McGarrett.

All right, I'm on the way.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't hang up.

I need to report a stolen car.

It's mine.

Yo. Hey.

Let me ask you a question.

Okay? At what point

did you think that it was a good idea to leave

my innocent 12-year-old daughter alone

in a... in a deserted street by herself?

When did you think that was okay?

Good morning. I'm fine.

How are you though? No.

No, no, no, no. Don't do that, okay?

Answer the question. What?

It's not like I left her in the middle of Makaha.

Oh, right, right. Huh?

Because deviants and nutjobs

and psychopaths, they only hunt victims

in-in high-crime neighborhoods. Is that right?

She was never in any danger, Danny.

I left for, like, not even five minutes.

Okay? I mean...

you're overreacting like usual.

Excu... I'm overreacting? Yeah, you're over...

I'm sorry I don't obsess over

every possible worst-case scenario in life.

No, no. You obsess over a death trap on wheels.

You know what? That car is a classic.

Mind yourself. Oh, please.

With the sales pitch. It's a classic piece of junk, that car.

You know what that car means to me.

Uh-huh. Do you not?

All right, don't do that, okay?

You do something wrong, and then somehow

you turn it around and I'm the bad guy.

You are the bad guy. You can't see

how you're the bad guy in this?

No, I don't.

You guys still seeing that therapist?

All right, you need a few more sessions.

Our victim's name is Dr. Christine DuPont.

She's a chief neurosurgeon on staff here.

She was called in this morning on her day off

to perform an emergency surgery.

Not only did the shooter

know the doctor's schedule,

he also knew the entire hospital security system layout.

He managed to get in and out of here

without once getting his mug picked up on camera.

Commander, you might want to take

a look at this.

Fell out of the doctor's clothing.

It looks like a through-and-through.

Copper-jacketed.

Probably nine-millimeter semi-auto.

No shell casings found at the scene.

Shooter must have policed his own brass.

This was a well-planned hit.

Who puts a hit out on a brain surgeon?

This might explain it.

Dr. DuPont was brought in to operate on Paul Delano.

Who in the hell is that?

He's a, um, organized crime guy

that we have a bad history with.

He was brought in this morning from Halawa Prison,

and according to the warden, he went to the infirmary

last night complaining of a severe headache.

The CAT scan showed a slow-leaking

brain aneurysm, but because of the delicate location

of the hemorrhage,

Dr. DuPont was the best chance they had

of saving Delano's life.

Looks like somebody didn't want that to happen.

Gang Intel in Halawa has an informant

in general pop who says that Delano has been bragging about

running his O.C. operations from inside the prison.

Well, the easiest place to get him would have been from inside,

so that kind of rules out other inmates.

Mm-hmm. And the prison ward here is well protected.