All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-0 S02E18 Radio.en

What's up, Honolulu.
Let's light this candle.

Hey, folks, welcome to
the Bobby Raines Show.

I am the aforementioned
Bobby Raines as most of you know.

Just note, if you're
gonna send me fan mail,

don't put your name on the front
in crayon, because I'm not opening.

That's all I need to do is
find some rabbit pellets in there,

and I got hantavirus, thank you.

Five miles offshore
today on the Snark Ark,

because I'm not going on shore.
I refuse to do it.

I cannot go into the city anymore.
I'm sorry.

The kids in that Occupy movement

driving me absolutely crazy
when I go by.

To me it appears to break down
into two main groups, Uncle Fester.

You got the wide-eyed stoner kid

who's hitting the gecko bong
more frequently

than one of Bob Marley's kids
at a Phish concert.

Or else you have
the disaffected rich kid

who's gonna, "Show my dad that
I'm not part of the whole machine."

You walk in his shoes.

You walk in his shoes.
I've just had enough.

So what are you
trying to say, Bobby?

What I'm saying is, it's over.

It's time to Zamboni off the loser ice
and get these kids out of there.

One man saving the world
as we know it

is another man's vagrancy.

And at this point, I only see you
as squatters who apparently

don't know squat, all right?

We've had enough of it, kids.

Time to go home now.
Get back in the basement, okay?

And they always hit me with,
"You don't have any compassion

for the common man."
What, are you kidding me?

I wanna help the helpless.

I don't wanna help the clueless.

And you have officially lapsed over

into clueless, my friend.
Listen.

You're looking back on times that
weren't even hip when they were hip.

Woodstock was a mud hole
with no cell coverage.

All right, my man?

You're a dreamer.
You are a rebel without a clue.

And I'm sorry to blow your mind,
little silver surfer.

But guess what.

It's a time in history
where your mind deserves to be blown.

Come on, monkey, come on down.

All right, quit splashing.

Grace, I'm waiting. Come on.

Don't wave, come on.

Grace.

She's safe.

Let's do it again.

What did you do?
You met a new friend today?

No, that was Dylan from school.
His mom works here.

Dylan, huh?

Yeah, he's the funniest boy
in school.

- I bet he's a regular Chris Rock.
- Who?

All right, listen to me, all right?

I'll tell you something.
I want you to pay attention.

I've told you before,
you gotta be careful around boys.

- You understand?
- Danno.

No, no, no, listen.
You can't trust all boys.

You just can't. They have...
They have, uh...

- What?
- They have motives.

They got motives.
Now listen. I don't wanna scare you

and make you think
that all boys are evil.

- Okay? But this kid...
- He's just a friend.

He's evil. All right?
I said it. He's evil.

All right? You understand me?
That boy's no good.

Nod your head if you understand.

I love you. Come on.

Hey, didn't you go to the pool
at the Hilton today?

- Yeah, I did. Yeah, Grace loved it.
- Good.

Maybe a little bit too much.

You wanna talk about it?

No, I don't wanna talk about it.
What's with all the rubberneckers?

Our vic, Bobby Raines.

- Bob... The radio guy?
- Yeah.

- Oh, man.
- What, you know this guy?

Yeah, man, Raines.
He was a comedic genius.

He used to have a show in New York.
I used to listen to it all the time.

I'm sorry, man.

What do we know?

All right, so SIS is still processing,

but it's looking like
some type of an explosion.

- Like an equipment malfunction?
- More like a bomb.

What about his family?
Were they notified?

Divorced. He's got a daughter.
He used to talk about her all the time.

Yeah, Chin's tracking her down now.

Okay, listen. I do not want her
to see this. So, please.

Please keep her away from here,
okay?

Yeah.

This charge was directional.
They used low explosive.

It was not a mass detonation device.

And this charge was meant to kill
whoever was sitting in front of it.

Directional hit would be consistent
with the injuries.

Our victim sustained
massive hemorrhaging

and laceration
to the chest cavity and head.

He died instantly.

- Who's in this room, Max?
- His producer.

He was hit
by the backblast, wasn't he?

That is correct. But his injuries
were minor due to the fact

he was not in the broadcast booth.

All right, let's go find him.

You're extremely lucky you weren't in
that booth when that bomb went off.

Well, it came close.

I was headed
in there on the next commercial.

I can't believe Bobby's dead.

I'm sorry, man.

So besides you, who else had access
to the soundboard?

No one.

We were a two-man operation.
I produced. Bobby was the voice.

Okay, anybody else you can
think of have access to the yacht?

Uh, well, there, when we're docked,
me, Bobby, yacht club security.

But nobody got in or out
without a keycard.

Miles, can you think of anybody
who'd wanna do something like this?

Look, Bobby completely rewrote the
rulebook on what you could do in radio.

And he'd speak his mind.
Some people didn't like it.

I thought he came here to retire.

Yeah, he did.
But a guy like Raines,

he's only alive
when he's behind the mic. Heh.

He had all the money in the world.

- But he missed his acolytes.
- Acolytes?

That's what he called his fans.

Okay, so let me get this straight.
Bobby gets tired of living the good life.

He picks up the mic
and starts the show back up, right?

Oh, yeah.
It was a total pirate operation.

Bobby, he buys up the signal.
We air when we want to,

and our ratings, they were sky high.

We were smoking
the competition with static.

- Static?
- Well, yeah.

He didn't keep a regular schedule,
so his die-hard fans,

they'd keep their dials tuned to Raines'
station so they wouldn't miss him.

- It's gone, it's gone.
- Wait, wait, wait. What?

- Breathe. What are you talking about?
- Raines' body's gone.

What do you mean it's gone?

Somebody stole my van
with the body in it.

Okay, first of all, please slow down.

We don't even know
which way they went.

This road is the only way
out of the marina.

Easy, please.
Easy, Speed Racer, huh?

Actually this vehicle was engineered
to be driven in this manner.

Would you stop, Max?
You're not helping.

I am personally responsible
for that body.

Hammer down, if you will.

Kono, this is not a good time. You are
interrupting vehicular manslaughter.

- You're chasing the morgue van?
- How'd you know?

Couple of Raines' fans took the body.
They're live-tweeting.

- I'm tracking their phones.
- Internet is good for something.

- Where are these idiots?
- Get over to Aloha Tower.

You'll cut them off there.

There it is.

Hey, hands on the wheel.
On the wheel!

Hey, you. Hey, get out of the car.
Put your hands on the hood.

Hands behind your back.

Unlock your fingers.
Against the hood.

The body's still here. He's okay.

He's all... You mean, aside from
the fact that he's dead, right, Max?

Okay, so let me get this straight.

You guys stole the body because
you're big Bobby Raines fans.

- Is that right?
- Not fans.

Acolytes, dude.

- Dude?
- Sir.

Yeah. So where exactly were
you planning on taking this body?

We're gonna fly him
to the Big Island.

And toss him in the Kilauea Volcano.

Wait a minute. Fly him commercially?
Like Weekend at Bernie's style?

Okay. Well, that is, without question,

the stupidest thing
I've heard in my entire life.

I second that.
Get these guys out of here.

Let's go.

Tell me, Brandi. Did your father
get any threats recently?

No. I mean,
there were always the crazy acolytes,

people who hated what he said,
but I grew up with that.

You get used to it.

Could he have been
worried about work?

He never talked about work
when we were together.

How was his relationship
with his producer, Miles Rogers?

They were like brothers.
Moved here from New York together.

So no change in your father's routine
or behavior recently?

- Tell him about the gun.
- Gun?

About a month ago, my father
took me with him to buy a gun.

Did he say what
he was worried about?

No, I just remember it being odd.

My father
was anti-gun his whole life.

He got one for Brandi too.

He said he wanted me
to be able to protect myself.

And he never said why.

Do you think he knew
someone was trying to kill him?

That's what we're gonna find out.

All right, good.
See you back at the shop.

All right, so get this.

Turns out that Raines
was getting a little jumpy recently,

scaring up for bear.

Got himself a gun
and one for his daughter.

Did Chin say there was a threat?

Uh, the daughter didn't
know anything specific.

So, what, he just runs out
and joins the NRA?

Well, maybe he's just
a worried father

looking out for his helpless,
defenseless,

and very innocent little girl.

Listen, don't give me a look, okay?
I would be very content

knowing that Grace had a stun gun
in her back pocket at all times.

There are very many unsavory
characters roaming around this rock.

Why don't you tell me what
happened at the Hilton today?

Nothing happened at the Hilton.

Okay,
because you seem upset to me.

You became a shrink
all of a sudden?

Yeah, and you can take a seat
in the back there

if you'd be more
comfortable lying down.

Or you can stay where
you're sitting and tell me

because either way,
I'm gonna keep asking. It's up to you.

Okay, Sigmund, you wanna know
what's bothering me.

It's your hour.

Okay, I'll tell you.

Today, by the pool there was
this very, very creepy, creepy child.

- Okay.
- I mean, real, real malcontent.

Okay, and you should've
seen Grace.

She's giggling like a schoolgirl
every time this kid opens his mouth.

Uh, Grace is a schoolgirl.

And this guy's a stalker. Okay?

- He's a stalker. He fits the profile.
- Profile?

Called her five times in three days.

- How do you know?
- I dumped her phone.

- You dumped your kid's phone?
- Yes.

And the stalker is 10?
Is he what... 10-years-old?

Ted Bundy was 10 once.

Yes, he was, Danny.

Yes, he was.

Fong took apart the soundboard.

The wiring for the IEDs was connected
to the sound effects button

marked "boom"
and they were hidden

here and here
in these speaker boxes.

SIS lifted prints off the soundboard.
Most belonged to Raines and producer,

There were foreign ones
we ran through the system.

- Good. We get any hits?
- Yeah.

They came back to a Tony Archer,
ex-N.Y.P.D. Homicide.

Spent 30 years as a lead investigator,
90 percent conviction rate.

According to press back in the day,
he wrote the book

- on interrogation techniques.
- What's he doing on our island?

He retired to O'ahu four years ago.

Six months after landing,
he pulls a PI license. Check this out.

Back when he was on the job,

N.Y.P.D. Got hit
by a corruption scandal.

Wait, I remember this.

Raines used to talk about this.
He went at N.Y.P.D. Every morning.

He was relentless.

Were there ever charges
filed against Archer?

No. He was clean.

But the guys that were dirty
were friends of his.

Maybe Archer
was harboring a grudge.

He certainly had the know-how.

- He did a stint on the bomb squad.
- We have an address on this guy?

No, but he has a slip
registered in his name

at the South Shore Sailing Club.

- Hey.
- Don't move.

- Who are you?
- Five-0.

- Five-what?
- Put your weapon down right now.

- You're trespassing.
- Put your weapon down.

Maritime law says
I can shoot your ass off right now.

- There is no such law.
- What if I blow it off anyway?

How about you put the gun down.
Last time I'm gonna tell you.

Listen, tough guy,
I want a little ID first, all right?

My name is
Commander Steve McGarrett.

The badge on my vest
is the only ID you're gonna get.

I didn't bring my glasses.
You wanna step a little closer to me?

Yeah?
Why don't you come over here?

- I just finished saying that, McGruff.
- McGarrett, two R's, two T's.

- McGarrett.
- Whatever.

I hope you find it
in your heart to forgive me.

Listen... Whoa, just listen.

I see no reason
for one of us to get shot here.

We don't have to do this.

What we should do is maybe,

put our little peashooters
down at the same time.

Oh, yeah? How's that done, huh?

Well, we'll count, "one, two, three."

- Count of three, put our guns down?
- You got it.

- You want me to start?
- That would be nice.

- All right. One.
- All right.

You're doing good. Keep going.

Two. Three.

Learned a big lesson,
didn't you, pal?

All right, you learned a big lesson too,
old man, huh?

Look, are these bracelets necessary?
I know you guys ran me.

- You know I'm a cop.
- No, you're an ex-cop.

So do me a favor, zip it. We found
your prints all over Raines' boat.

Well, of course you did. You found
plenty of them, didn't you, muscles?

Muscles?

That's nice, uh,
it's Detective Danny Williams.

The reason you found
those prints on the boat, detective,

I'm his daughter's godfather.

I mean, Bobby was my best pal.

I had a beer with him
at least once a week,

every week on that boat.

Oh, and speaking of
the aforementioned,

there's one sitting over there.
Would you mind fetching that for me?

You guys talk telepathically?
Because I don't hear an answer.

Please.

- What the hell's your name again?
- Still Detective Danny Williams.

Well, Danny, you're a big hump.

- Okay.
- A hump.

All right, listen.

Let's go back.
How'd you know Raines?

- From back in New York?
- Yeah.

I did some work for him in New York.

And I did a little work for him here.

What kind of work?

Uh, "work" work, like,
you know, after-you-retire work.

- A little of this, little of that.
- Okay, pretend I'm an idiot.

Okay.

Uh, security.
I did a little security for work.

I mean, Bobby was a nut-job magnet,
right?

- So security.
- Okay, I just... Me,

I find it to be a very big coincidence
that you used to work bomb squad.

Now this guy's dead,
and he was killed by a bomb.

- Coincidence?
- Mm-hm.

You got me there, hairdo.
You got me there.

So let me tell you the story.
Here's how it goes.

I moved out here
pretending I was gonna retire,

but because I was a good cop,

I knew that this guy, too,
would move out here someday.

So one night
I paddle out to his yacht.

And because I know how,
I plant this very sophisticated bomb.

Then I leave my prints
all over the boat,

just to confuse you guys.

I'm telling you this
was a perfect crime.

My luck, I had to run
into you two Sherlocks.

I mean, that is some amazing,
amazing police work.

That was that was great.
That was very entertaining.

- He's wasting our time.
- Lock him up.

Okay.

- What is that?
- What is what?

There it is again.
What's the sound?

- What? I don't hear nothing.
- There's a sound.

Well, I mean, it's a very old boat.
It's creaky probably.

- Watch him.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Danny? Nice.
- Mm.

Danny, get him over here.

Sit down.

- What is this?
- You wanna explain?

- Bait.
- No, try again.

The guy's my suspect.

Oh, suspect?
No, you don't get a suspect.

He's crazy.
Keep him away from me.

You been in the chum box, pal.
Nobody's gonna go near you.

Stop talking.

- Who are you?
- Len Marks.

I... Did I just say
stop talking? I asked him.

- Who are you?
- Leonard Marks.

I'm a security guard
at the yacht club.

Yeah, now tell my boys here why
you didn't show up to work last night,

and why you left your post and
allowed someone to kill my best friend.

- Tell them.
- Huh?

I met a girl.

You were supposed to be on the job,
you bum.

- You rent-a-cop piece of garbage.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay. Took off work
because you met a girl.

I met her at the Slippah's Bar
the night before.

- What did you do? You called in sick?
- No, he didn't even do that.

The guy just didn't show up.
That's what he did.

All right. All right, all right.
When you did show up,

you notice anybody
hanging around Raines' yacht?

Anybody scouting it out,
acting weird, anything?

Yeah, his acolytes are
always trying to get a piece of him.

Photos, autographs, anything.

That's it, now we're talking, buddy.

What? What are you doing?

- What the hell are you doing?
- Get out of here.

The guy's a suspect.
He's supposed to be in jail.

- Hey!
- Would you stop?

- The guy belongs in jail, all right?
- Okay, all right.

So we'll save him a place right next
to you, the bunk right on top. Okay?

- Can I ask you a question?
- Yeah, go ahead.

- You got shoes?
- I'm in Hawaii.

What the hell do I need shoes for?

You gotta have shoes to go to jail.

So now you're concerned
about my health and hygiene?

That's very nice.
That's very sweet.

You wanna fetch them?
They're right over there.

Fetch.

Thanks.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Let's go.

This is frigging stupid.

Hey, Max.
So you said you have something.

Yes. During my examination,
I used a sticky disc

and an x-ray fluorescence detector
to scan the body for trace.

I found potassium nitrate, carbon,

sulfur, barium, and copper,
both in the wounds and on the torso.

So is that good or bad?

- It's perplexing.
- How so?

Well, the first three components
make gunpowder,

common in bomb victims.

However, the latter two
are each utilized

to create the colors
green and blue, respectively.

Colors, okay.
You've lost me, Max.

I found thin paper inside
Raines' wounds.

I sent it over to the lab for analysis,

and they determined
it was nosing paper.

Like the kind
used to make firecrackers.

Well, not exactly.

The bomb used to kill your victim

was manufactured using repurposed
commercial-grade fireworks,

the kind you would find in a July 4th
or Chinese New Year celebration.

I imagine
it was a rather crude weapon.

But very effective.

Chin and Kono have got a list
of importers and permit holders

of professional-grade fireworks.

I've got them
chasing them down now.

- Okay.
- Wait, wait. Hold it. Hold it.

Just let me get this straight here,
Magoo.

You now have
your crack task force team

running around asking guys
if they illegally sold fireworks

to some wacko
that wants to blow up Raines.

That's good because I literally can
see them lining up to confess now.

And I bow to your prowess
as a detective.

Okay, please shut up. All right?

What we do,
after we drop your sorry ass off at jail,

- is our business. You understand?
- Listen, just, please, Dick Tracy, stop.

Because you and I both know this is
a complete waste of time. You know it.

- You got a better idea?
- Yes.

Yes, I have.
I always have a better idea.

Give me the phone.

Why?

I wanna schedule a pedicure.
I know a guy.

- Give me the phone.
- Oh, he knows a guy.

- That's promising.
- Give me the phone.

Here you go.

Hey, yo.

Hold on a minute.
This is your guy?

- That's my guy.
- That's our guy.

Easy, gentlemen.
There's plenty of me to go around.

What's up, T?
What's up with the jewelry?

They run you down for the cash
you owe me on the card game?

Cash? Cards?
What are you talking about, man?

You know there's no gambling on
this island. It's illegal, right, officers?

So how can I be of service
to my community?

I'll tell you.
You remember that big mortar firework

you got me for New Year's Eve
a couple years ago?

Of course I do.
H.P.D. Wasn't too happy

when you launched it
off of Magic Island.

True that. Ha, ha.

Well, we need to know
where you bought it.

At the fireworks store. Where else?

It's the only place they sell
that heavy-duty stuff.

Oh, good.
And you can take us there, right?

Can, can.
But I ain't walking in there.

That'll damage
my future firework acquiring skills.

All right.

Two blocks down. Let's roll.

All right. Come on.

Oh, listen, since we're trying
to work together, maybe,

- you can consider taking these off.
- Maybe consider putting shoes on.

- He don't need shoes.
- Stop. Don't enable him.

I wanna help you, gentlemen.

But I'm just a humble owner
of a tiny produce market.

Just produce, huh?

Look at that. What do we got?
What do we got here?

Yeah, these kind of
look like fireworks to me.

Let me tell you something about this.
Okay? I don't care about this.

I want the aerial mortars.
The large aerial mortars.

- Understand me?
- Sell any of those?

Look, I sell mortars for New Year's.
This guy comes in. He wants big ones.

- I had to call China for that.
- Okay, what's this guy's name?

- I didn't ask.
- What did he look like?

Dark hair. About your height.
That's all I remember.

Okay. Book him, Muscles.

I like this guy.

- Come on. Turn around.
- No, no. Wait, wait.

I remember a truck.

I brought the fireworks
to a farm truck,

- and he drove away.
- What farm truck?

- You're sure about the farm truck?
- Yeah. I only remember

because it had a big picture
of a lettuce on it.

What?

Um, we gotta go back to the boat.

- Come on.
- Back to the boat?

We gotta go back to the boat.

Okay, so, what are we doing here?

Bobby had this pet charity. Uh...

Hale Ku'oko'a,

House of Freedom,
for runaway kids.

Wait, hold on a second.
I heard about that charity.

They put the kids up
and give them legal help

- to emancipate themselves.
- Right.

- Raines was involved in that?
- Oh, yeah. Big time.

Why?
What's so special about this charity?

I guess when Bobby was a kid,
his dad was a piece of work.

Used to knock him around with
whatever the hell he had in his hand,

and well, anyway, it was bad.
So one day he ran away.

Never looked back.
Made something of himself.

And I guess
he wants to give back to the kids.

Let's see, is... Here you go.

Here you go. Here you go.
There's your head of lettuce there.

Let me see that.

Why'd you take this picture anyway?

Uh, I guess somebody's parents
thought that Raines was, you know,

getting in the middle of their
family business. They didn't like it.

So they got together,
and they wanted to protest.

And me, I wanted to take pictures
just in case,

you know,
they cross that line again.

What are you talking about?

Well, some of these
runaway charities

have been vandalized, just, you know,
property damage kind of crap.

- Well, right. Until now.
- Is that why Raines bought the gun?

No. That would be me.

I told him he should be strapped
in case something happened.

- And guess it did a lot of good, right?
- Come on. You didn't know

these whacks were gonna
make bombs out of fireworks.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Look, all right.

Let's put a name to this face
and find our killer.

Doug Leland.
Tax records show

he works at Taka's Farm
on the North Shore.

But when we reached out to them,
they said he hadn't been there in days.

Is something wrong?

- Uh, this is a computer.
- Wow. That's pretty good, detective.

I'm Kono, by the way.

- Anthony.
- Pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure. I hope to enhance
that feeling as time goes on.

All right.
Do we know where Leland lives?

Uh, yeah.
We got a home address, but it's bogus.

- It's not even a residential building.
- See, uh, I don't know.

What don't you know?
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that this guy didn't do it.

- Is that right?
- Yeah, that's right.

- Care to elaborate?
- Yeah, um, Leland's a coward.

See when H.P.D. Rolled up,

the protesters he was with,
they all linked arms and sat down.

But not this guy. He just ran.

Because he had something to hide.
Makes sense.

Well, you see a suspect.
I see a coward.

This afternoon,
you couldn't see without glasses.

Hey, check this out.

According to this, Leland
worked demolitions for five years

- at a mine in Colorado.
- That means he knew explosives.

Do you still think that he didn't do it?

Um, I'm just saying
that something about it don't feel right.

But he has motive.

He has means, which means he is
a suspect, so we will check him out.

In the meantime, what do we got
on his known associates?

Well, H.P.D. Has field interview cards

on the protesters
associated with Leland.

And most of them
live or work off-island.

A couple of them are in jail,
except one. Karen Whitfield.

- Let's talk to her. See what she knows.
- What do I do with him?

- Tony.
- Hmm?

It's been a pleasure
and you're free to go. All right?

Go, go. Where am I going?

What, am I gonna go to the beach?
Have a mai tai?

There's some guy
running around there

that killed a friend of mine.
I don't think so, pal. I don't think so.

- You got no choice.
- You don't know me.

I don't know you. But I knew Bobby.
And I owe him.

I owe him more than one.

So I'm asking you, please.

Please let me help you with this one.

Doug told me he was losing his son

due to the emancipation program
Raines supported.

- The Hale Ku'oko'a House?
- That's right.

And I didn't think it was right.

Some radio guy getting
in the middle of family problems.

Doug was trying to work things out
with his son.

- Wanna sit?
- Yeah.

Oh, no, no. No thanks.
I'll stand.

I got two new knees
a couple years ago.

Warranty expired.

So how do you know Leland?

- I met him at one of the protests.
- Do you have children?

When I was 12-years-old,
I broke my arm.

And that was right after
I'd just gotten stitches

after falling off my bike.

One of my teachers thought
I was being abused by my father

and tried to put me in a home.

When I tried
to tell them the truth,

they just thought
I was scared and lying.

It took two years for everything
to get back to normal.

But if I had been taken away,

my life and my father's
would have been ruined.

So when I heard Leland's story,
I wanted to do something.

And because I'm a paralegal,

I was able to help with some forms
to fight the emancipation. But...

But, uh, it never happened, did it?

- No? No.
- No.

So you just stopped helping him?
Just stopped? Why?

Look, Karen, um, I lost a very,

very, very dear friend of mine.
He got murdered.

And I just think
Leland might know something.

I was with Doug one day and I saw,

I don't know, these devices

with wires coming out of them,
these diagrams

and these pictures
of someone's house and boat.

I'm so stupid. I should've just...

It's okay.

Did you ask him about it?

I got scared. I just left.

We never talked after that.

And where did you see this?

Ahem. In his RV.

Where is that?

He had it parked near Manoa Falls.

But that was a couple weeks ago.

Karen.

Do you think
that Doug's capable of murder?

Doug blamed Raines
for breaking up his family.

He was angry, and he talked about
sending Raines a message. So...

Yes.

I think he killed him.

Move in!

The couch.

Clear.

Let's go.

You're lying!

We found the exact same type
of bomb materials in your RV

- that was used to kill Raines.
- What can I say? It's a coincidence.

Bomb-making a hobby of yours?

- Yeah, I like to work with my hands.
- You think this is a joke?

Raines financed
your son's emancipation.

You wanted him dead for it.

I wanted him dead. That's right.
But I didn't kill him.

I don't believe you.

Those bombs were
just meant to scare him.

I wanted to blow that whole damn
runaway home into the sky.

- But...
- But what?

I don't know. All right?
I just couldn't do it.

- Where were you two days ago?
- I drove my RV up to Manoa.

Anybody who can vouch for that?

No. I went up there alone.

Wait, you drove your RV
up to Manoa a couple days ago?

- That's right.
- And before then?

I'd never been there before.

Leland's friend, Karen, told me the RV
was parked in Manoa Falls weeks ago.

Now Leland's saying he's never
been there before two days ago.

- One of them's lying.
- Yeah. Or both. I'll go tell McGarrett.

Karen Whitfield?

Five-0.

Karen?

Body's still warm.

Hey, hey, hey. Drop the gun!

Don't be ridiculous. I told you.

When I got here,
she was dead already and still warm.

So naturally, I searched
the perimeter looking for the killer.

What is he doing here?

- I am following the evidence.
- What evidence?

Come here.

See this? Slippah's Bar.

Okay, what does that
have to do with the murder?

Well, Slippah's Bar is this joint
that my suspect,

that security guard,

he was there that night
that the bomb was planted.

I understand. I'm sure
there were plenty of girls there.

That's very true.
But when I showed him her picture,

he ID'd her as the girl
he went home with.

All right, so she picks him up.
She steals his keycard.

She gets access to the yacht.

Where she plants one of the bombs
she stole off of Leland

after she befriended him.

Homegirl's quite the operator.

Nice. Gold stars all around here.

Okay, so Karen blew up Raines.

Makes sense,
but it still does not explain motive.

And it still does not explain
who killed her.

So it turns out that
Karen Whitfield's an alias.

Her real name is Susan DuPree.

She has outstanding warrants

in Arizona and California
for sweetheart scams.

Targeted the wealthy,
lonely seeking-love set.

- And she also had a male partner.
- That's old-school scam right there.

Okay, well, Raines was single.
Maybe he was one of their marks,

- and things did not go so good.
- No, no,

No. If he had a girl,
I think I'd have known about it.

There's no way.
We need answers.

- We need the partner.
- What do we got on the partner?

- What do we know?
- Not much. White male, early 20s.

No real ID or composites.
But according to the crime report,

they made off with close to a million
before they disappeared.

Yeah, well, close to a million dollars
wasn't enough for these two.

They came here to pull another scam.
Tell me, when did she get to O'ahu?

Okay, got the credit card statements.

So she bought a ticket from Phoenix
to O'ahu last summer, June 12th.

Okay. Get me phone records
from the day she landed.

- I got some outgoing 808s.
- Give me names.

- Well, what is it?
- It's Todd Dutton.

- Brandi's husband.
- Yeah, and Karen's partner.

Why?

Tell me why.

You talk to me, you son of a bitch,
or I'll kill you right here.

I don't care who's watching.

It's not what you think, okay?
I would never hurt Brandi.

What? What'd you say?

You wanted her money.

So you and Karen,
you had Bobby Raines killed,

because you knew that your wife
stood to inherit Bobby's millions.

I didn't have anything to do with that.
That was Karen's idea.

- Why?
- She was tired of waiting.

Waiting?
Waiting, that's the grift, right?

Isn't that the plan? You wait.

The plan was for me to marry Brandi
and to skim off of her trust.

But this time it was...
It was different.

Different, how? How different?

I fell in love with Brandi.

Karen knew
she wasn't getting a payday, huh?

She killed Mr. Raines
because she thought

that if my wife inherited his money,
I'd pay her off.

You just killed her instead?

I went over there to reason with her,
okay?

Things...

They got out of control.
I just... I wanted her out of my life.

Bobby trusted you.

He gave you his daughter.

I'm sorry.

Not good enough.

Hey.

- It's nice.
- Huh?

Tony had it right.
The whole shoe thing's overrated.

It's nice.

On that, I mean,
if this is something you're gonna do

regularly, you should invest
in some nail clippers, Danny.

- I'm just saying.
- No, no. I didn't,

I didn't say it's gonna be
a lifestyle choice.

You know, I just...
I'm enjoying it. It feels good.

It does feel good.
That it does, my friend.

That it does.
And you know what else?

- We got everything we need here.
- No, no.

We don't have
everything we need,

because this guy, he promised me
an authentic slice of New York pizza.

Real authentic New York slice. All he
did was bring us to the S.S. Minnow.

- Yeah, what's with that?
- It's a little depressing. And it's...

It's not honest.

Tony! I am starving.
What's going on?

Put a sock in it. Will you?

Here she comes. The one, the only
original Ray's, flown in direct.

Now, when Tony Archer
promises you something,

you can bet you get it
50 percent of the time anyway.

- Go ahead.
- Good man. You're a good man, Tony.

- This is beautiful.
- All right. This is great.

What are you doing?
You fold... You fold it up?

- This is good.
- Fold it up. Bend it over.

This is good.

That's a... That's a good piece
of pizza right there.

No, no. You see, where we come from
you don't say piece. It's a slice.

We call it a slice.

Hold on, don't try to domesticate him.
He's an animal. Trust me.

- What are you talking about, animal?
- You were born an animal.

You're gonna be an animal
the rest of your life.

- I'm eating a pizza. An animal?
- Hold it, hold it.

Let me ask you. Do you two hens peck
at each other like this all the time?

- Yeah, absolutely.
- No, no.

No, no. I tell you what I'm gonna do.
Because I'm a good guy.

More importantly, I need some laughs.
I'm gonna be your marriage counselor.

You got a problem with a case,
any time you need help, basically.

I'll be your man. Okay?

- Can we have a little group hug here?
- All right. Thanks, buddy.

Now let's eat this pizza,
I got 13 of them.

- You do? Give me a hug.
- Sure I do.

Come on, give me another hug.
You're a good man.

What's the difference?
Why is it so good in New York?

- You tell me.
- The water has bromide.

- Bromide?
- Is bromide allowed in the water?