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Back in the day, this used to be my beat.
District 5. Mm-hmm.
Every good cop knows his neighborhood.
I used to spend 60-plus hours a week here,
and most of it was to get to know the people.
Earn their trust, right? Mm-hmm.
If people trust you,
then they'll open up when the time comes.
Makes a cop's job a lot easier.
You ever wish you'd chosen another line of work?
Every day.
Never.
All units, suspect pursuit
west on Kamehameha Highway, passing Makalapa Road.
That's only a couple blocks from here.
Can we go?
Well, you got the badge
and the wheel.
Whoa.
This is Kelly and Kalakaua, Five-O, we're on it.
4.6 miles to exit 15.
You did pass the HPD test for pursuit driving, yeah?
There's a test?
4.2 miles to exit 15.
3.8 miles to exit 15.
Traffic ahead.
Redirecting. Put your hands where I can see 'em!
When possible, please make a U-turn.
Let me see your hands!
Redirecting.
When possible, please make a U-turn.
Chin, I got blood.
What is it?
Oh, my God.
Yo.
"Yo."
What happened to the courtesy knock?
Oh, uh, I think it got played out
with the high-five and the bro-hug.
I could... you want me to do it now?
Happy?
What's in the box?
I got you a present.
You got me a present?
Yeah, I wanted to put a smile on your face.
Really?
No, UPS left it for you.
You know anybody in Bettendorf, Iowa?
Yeah. Finally.
So, uh, what is this?
I, uh, I've been looking
for a master cylinder for my dad's car.
That piece of junk in the garage?
Hey, all right, that piece of junk in the garage
was my dad's pride and joy,
and he bought it for us to fix up together.
We just never got around to it.
Okay.
So you thinking about getting it started again?
Yeah, I'm doing okay, too.
I found this place in Iowa that do parts for Mercury Marquis,
so, you know...
Man.
You know, I am not a gearhead,
but that does not look like a master cylinder to me.
Yeah, that's because it's a clutch plate.
Do me a favor. Am I crazy or does that say
"1974 master cylinder for a Mercury Marquis"?
You bought it online?
Yeah, I bought... Why?
What, are you a schmuck? What's the matter with you?
You don't order anything off the Internet.
Danny, it's the 21st century.
Says the guy with no master cylinder.
All right, you got a point.
McGarrett.
Yes, we're on our way.
Looks like a bad wreck.
CHiPs. Reminds me of CHiPs.
You remember CHiPs?
Of course I remember CHiPs.
You know I always thought that would be the sweetest gig.
You get to ride a motorcycle all day,
solving crimes, you go on chases.
No, n-no, you know, the mortality rate for motor cops
is five times higher than regular people.
Danny, it's a TV cop fantasy.
Why you got to ruin it with statistics?
All right, fine, it's a TV cop fantasy.
In my TV cop fantasy,
I am Erik Estrada, you're the other guy.
I don't think so, baby.
What do we got?
HPD says it started as a routine traffic stop,
then the kid gunned it and took off.
Is he alive? Barely.
EMS took a while to stabilize him.
They're working on getting him out now.
Got an I.D.?
Not yet, but, uh,
we ran the plates and found out the car's a rental.
Kono's reaching out right now to the car rental company
to get the driver's info.
Wait a second.
Call said this was a crime scene.
This looks like a traffic fatality.
Well, we're here because it's about to get interesting.
We got a John Doe.
Actually, scratch that...
we got part of a John Doe.
What it is, Max?
Holy geez.
Something you don't see every day.
White male, approximately 30.
Cloudiness of the cornea puts T.O.D.
at about six to eight hours ago.
There's not a lot of blood in the box.
Minimal capillary hemorrhaging indicates
postmortem dismemberment.
You'll notice the irregular marks
alongside the posterior surface
of the C3 vertebra.
Really, Steve?
Most likely caused by a saw.
You ever see anything like this before?
Murder and mutilation, uh, as an isolated incident, no.
It's a serial killer thing.
Well, the head could be a trophy.
They just pulled the driver out, but EMS
doesn't think he's going to make it.
Hey, guys.
What's your name?
Look, we found the head.
Okay, why'd you kill him?
Who is he? Just give me a name.
Who is the guy?
Ming-han.
What did he say? Ming-han... it's a name in Mandarin.
Ming-han.
Ming-han... is that, is that your name?
Is that you?
Is it the dead guy? Who's Ming-han?
Tell me, who's Ming-han?
Is it you?
Great, now we got two John Does.
And no answers.
Spoke to the rental car IScompany.TLE SWITCH
Turns out the renter is a local.
His name's Spenser Owens.
Okay, doesn't look like Spenser's
our driver or our victim.
No, he's alive and well.
No priors, not even a speeding ticket in the system.
HPD said he reported the car stolen this morning,
and I have officers
bringing him over for a statement.
Let's just assume the driver is the murderer, okay?
He put a head in a box, he went for a cruise in a stolen car.
Where was he going?
GPS was damaged during the accident.
Maybe I can pull something off it, though.
Get a point of origin, destination.
Hey.
All right, so I ran prints on our driver
and the ones found on the box
through AFIS, TSA, and Immigration,
but I still came up with nothing.
Driver spoke Mandarin, right?
Maybe he was illegal.
That would explain why he's not in the system.
Okay, what about our John Doe #2?
You mean Jack?
You got an I.D.?
No, Ja... his head was in a box... Jack.
That just ain't right, bro.
Too soon? Little bit.
Okay, what do you know about him?
Uh, besides the fact
that his eyes were blue, nothing, but Max said
he's done posting the body and the head, so...
we should head over.
Okay.
We need to I.D. These guys, figure out what's going on.
Chin, you take the car.
Kono, talk to this Spenser guy who rented the car.
We'll go talk to Max.
"Jack"?
You have zero sense of humor. Zero. That's not true.
I... It's bad, Danny.
Spenser,
you're a local.
What are you doing renting a car?
Mine was in the shop.
I've been working nights on a loft conversion
off Farrington, so I didn't even realize the car was gone
till I left work this morning.
I see you filed a police report.
Yes, that's the first thing I did.
Report says that you left the keys in the car.
I'm an idiot.
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