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Lousy weather.

Yeah.

Think I'm catching a cold.

Too bad.

Hey.

Hey.

Son of a bitch.

I'm on him.

I'm on him.

Turn the fucking wheel.

No!

Let's go. I got him.

I got him.

Holy shit.

Where the hell's he going?

Whoa!

Shit!

Newman, get in here now.

Yes, I heard you the first time.

I'll get on it right away.

Yeah, you too.

Newman, get in here.

And when I say now, I mean now.

We're on my time, not yours.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

What's this?

What is what, sir?

Starting right now, I want you to explain this packet of shit

to me.

There's nothing to explain, Lieutenant, it's all in here.

Nothing to explain, huh?

All right, first of all, our buddies in the DEA.

You pissed them off because you won't hand

over your case to them, right?

Second of all, then they decide to go ahead and do it your way,

suddenly your cell phone is conveniently on the blink.

Don't ever do that again.

And last but not least, I got to figure out

some way to pull $2 mil out of my tuchus

in case we lose this lawsuit.

And you still want to stand there and tell

me there's nothing to explain?

No, I think you've said it all, Lieutenant.

Sit down, Newman.

You're such a screw up.

Thank you, sir.

In spite of that fact, you also

happen to be one of the best men I've ever had work under me.

Well, thank you, sir.

What time is it, Newman?

It's 2:30, sir.

Wrong.

It's time for a change.

Here.

What's this?

It's your transfer.

I think it's time for you to go someplace warm and quiet, maybe

even tropical.

Someplace where you're not gonna get in trouble.

But, sir, look...

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

Look, get a little tan, all right?

Eat some pineapple.

If you want, you can even arrest a hula girl for jaywalking.

I don't care.

Just get your shit together, all right?

Maybe one day, we'll work together again, maybe.

Look, Lieutenant Janus...

Hugh Janus.

Yeah, hold on.

Get outta here.

Get outta here.

Give me a little privacy, huh?

Yes, sir.

Nut.

Yeah.

I can meet you about 3:30.

How about that?

Good.

Shit, I would have given anything,

anything to see the look on that smug bastard's face

while the DEA is ripping him a new asshole

for stealing their bust.

Hey, man, that's not even the best part.

Thanks to Newman, the department could be facing a multimillion

dollar lawsuit for conducting a high speed car chase

that recklessly and needlessly endangered lives,

quote unquote.

Oh, man, that's great.

That is great.

Super cop is finally knocked down a peg or two.

Has Janus seen this yet?

I had Rita slip it on his desk this morning.

Sorry, Shane.

This jerk made me do it.

Don't worry, kiddo.

Sure you can make it up to me somehow.

If you ever leave that boyfriend of yours.

Well, if I do, you'll be the first to know.

What's so funny, huh?

- What's so funny? - Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing

Nothing, man.

It's nice to know who my friends are.

Guy can't take a joke.

I could have kicked his ass.

Absolutely.

Wow.

Can you believe this?

This is like, so cool.

Yeah.

Real cool, Terri.

Must only be 140 degrees out here.

You know, I'm not too crazy about this whole centerfold

idea, and like, making you more self-absorbed

than you already are.

Come on, Derek Simmons of Cavalier magazine.

I think he knows a good thing when he sees it.

Besides, I just about flipped out

when Kristen called me and told me

that we were chosen to be Cavalier's Sexy Sorority

Sweethearts issue, and that we were

gonna be in the centerfold.

You know, I wonder if Kristen and the other girls

have arrived yet.

Wow.

Look at this place.

Wow.

This place.

Hi.

Welcome to Konoloa Resort.

Is this your first time on the island?

Yeah.

We're here for the reunion.

Great.

What are your names?

Terri Walker.

William Culp.

Got you.

You'll be right here in the Pele suite.

Don't you need our credit card numbers or anything?

No, sir.

Your stay is all-inclusive.

I'll be back in just a moment.

No way!

Yeah, babe, I told you.

"Cavalier" magazine is covering the whole thing.

What I don't understand is why Derek Simmons

would be interested in a small town Hawaiian sorority like you

guys.

I mean, there was only, like, one sorority at Big

Island University... yours.

Quality, not quantity, my dear.

Like your fraternity was any bigger.

Here are your keys and a map of the resort.

There's an alumni luncheon at the main banquet room at 12:30.

What do you say we hit the jacuzzi?

I hear this place has an amazing spa,

and after that long plane ride, I could sure use it.

So I get that Derek Simmons is this dot com millionaire nerd,

and he opened his own men's magazine, "Cavalier,"

to compete with the other big ones.

What I don't get is why does he want girls who graduated five

years ago to be a centerfold?

I mean, you guys aren't famous.

You weren't famous then and you're not famous now.

So what are you trying to say?

I'm not as hot now as I was five years ago?

Well, let me take you into the jacuzzi

and show you how hot I still am.

Now this is what I call class.

I could definitely get used to this.

I wonder if this Derek Simmons guy's married or what.

I mean, not that it really matters.

As long as he fools around.

Oh, this place is incredible.

Cannot wait to party tonight.

That's for sure. What's this?

Thank you.

Welcome to Hawaii, blah, blah, blah.

"You can get all you deserve and more, Love, R."

What the hell does that mean?

Who the hell is "R"?

Who the hell cares?

Obviously this "R" person wants us to have a good time, which

is exactly what I intend to do.

I suggest you do the same.

Look, I'll talk to you later.

I have to get ready for that banquet.

Later.

Damn, Willy, you could raise the dead.

- Look who's talking. - I'm thirsty, baby.

You go get me something to drink.

Sure.

Don't miss me too much.

Will?

Will?

Will, is that you?

Will?

Will?

Sorry I took so long, babe.

Terri!

My God, Terri!

Help!

Help!

Somebody.

Detective! Detective!

Excuse me, ma'am.

You can't be here right now.

I'm the hotel manager.

I understand, but this is a crime scene

and we have to keep it clear.

I have a right to know what's going on.

We'll brief you when we've finished, all right?

...especially in the last 72 hours.

There's my forensics guy.

I'll call you, Cindy!

Ferguson, this is Shane Newman, my new partner.

Try to do anything to embarrass me, please.

We'd like him to stick around for a while.

Friends call me Fergie.

Local dead guy specialist.

Welcome to Hawaii.

Thank you.

So, uh, what's going on here?

Yeah, clue us in.

Theresa Noel Walker, Thousand Oaks, California,

single white female.

Guy over there is her boyfriend.

He found the body.

How'd it happen?

Looks like strangulation.

And where's the body?

Bring her in.

Somebody meant business.

Those are some serious bruises, man.

Looks like the killer had a lot of upper body strength.

Or is completely insane.

Fergie, just the facts, please.

Take her out.

I took some fiber samples.

I'll get you the results ASAP.

Have a look at this.

Found this in the water.

"Final Exam."

"Failed."

Look, it's got her name at the top of the page.

Obviously you dusted for prints.

Yeah, it's clean.

There was nothing.

What time do you think this happened?

10:30? 10:45?

So what's the boyfriend's story?

Flew in from LA this morning.

According to him, he took a walk for a few moments

when the homicide occurred.

We'll do a background check on him and the victim.

You can get whatever you can.

I'm on it.

Let's go talk to the boyfriend, shall we?

Oh, yeah.

I'm Detective Newman, this is Detective Seska.

Can I get your name?

Will.

Will Culp.

We're very sorry, of course, about your girlfriend.

Do you know anyone, anyone at all, who

would want to do her any harm?

No.

We just got here today.

Have you seen this?

It had her name on it, so whoever

did this was expecting her.

It wasn't just some random psycho?

A psycho, maybe, but definitely not random.

You two were here on vacation?

Kind of.

It was her college reunion, and then

she was there for some photo shoot for "Cavalier" magazine.

"Cavalier" magazine?

Who is she supposed to meet?

Can you, uh, give us any names?

The only one I know for sure was

Derek Simmons, the publisher.

And then she was waiting to hear from his photographer

for the photo shoot.

OK.

Any other information you might have that would help us?

I guess I should tell you about her sorority sisters.

They were here for the shoot as well.

"Sexy Sorority"... something or other.

I don't know, the whole thing...

it sounded funny to me.

I mean, why would this guy, Derek Simmons,

fly these girls all the way out here even after they

graduated five years ago?

It just didn't make sense.

I'd talk to him.

Look, Mr. Culp, I know this is difficult,

but if you could give us some of the names

of the sorority sisters, we could at least start there.

There's Kristen Neal, and then Amanda and Megan.

Terri and those girls were tight in college,

but it kind of fell apart after school.

I don't understand why anybody would do this.

At the front desk, they should have

a list of all the attendees.

We can get their room numbers, contact them.

Thank you very much, Mr. Culp.

We'll be in touch.

Listen, um, promise me one thing.

That you'll go talk to Derek Simmons.

I think he's the key.

I know he is.

Thanks for your help.

We need to talk to Derek Simmons.

I think you're right.

Excuse me, officers.

We're detectives.

So that girl was murdered?

Yeah, looks that way.

Look, it's totally important that this

not make it into the media.

We could have a serious problem on our hands

with the high season coming up.

I've got news for you.

You've already got a serious problem...

a dead girl at your resort.

And there's no need to make things

worse by starting a panic.

There's a big difference between informing the public

and starting a panic.

People may want to know there's a killer on the loose.

There are tourist dollars at stake here, detective.

If word gets out, they'll stay away.

You know, dead tourists don't pay their bills.

Don't make me go over your heads, detectives.

There's a lot more going on here than just

the matter of one dead girl.

What's wrong with you, lady?

I've got to call this girl's parents back in California

and tell them they can come to Hawaii

and pick up the body of their daughter.

Now how easy do you think that is?

So here's what you can do for us.

Get us a list of the reunion attendees

and we'll see what we can do about the press.

That doesn't sound very reassuring.

Well, it's just going to have to do.

Fine.

Come with me.

Here you go.

The reunion attendees, their room assignments, and a list

of special activities.

OK, thank you very much.

We need anything else, we'll be giving you a call.

Remember, you promised to keep it quiet.

We didn't promise.

We said we'd try.

Damn it.

Sweet lady.

Oh, yeah.

We'd like to thank all the alumni

that helped making this reunion such a tremendous success.

Ladies, make sure you write down your room

numbers beside your names in case we

need to get in touch with you.

We already have the information.

All they need to do is sign in.

My Omega Kappa Omega reunion pictorial photo

sessions will take place over the next two days.

Wardrobe will be dinnerwear, sundresses,

and swimsuits for those who feel comfortable wearing them.

Best of luck.

Anything about the victim strike you as being strange?

Other than being dead?

And beautiful?

Whatever.

Crime of passion, maybe?

That'd be nice and neat, wouldn't it?

Look, you're the hot shot LA detective.

Why don't you tell me what you think?

But I got a little news for you.

Things move a lot slower out here.

We're on what we call Hawaiian time.

And that's what I came to Hawaii was to get away

from all that crap back in LA.

You know, the bad career...

Bad marriage.

...bad divorce, and I don't think

I'm some hot shot detective.

I haven't even been laid since I've been here.

Look, we can talk about this some time over cocktails, OK,

but right now we have some work to do?

Got the names of all the sorority sisters,

and according to the schedule, it

looks like right now they're at the alumni luncheon

with our friend, Derek Simmons.

Let's head over there, all right?

Tram comes about every 10 minutes.

Haven't got laid in a while, huh?

It's the tram.

Come on, they come every 10 minutes.

If you're here for the reunion,

I'm afraid you just missed it.

Homicide.

Homicide?

Detective Seska and Newman.

What's your name, sir?

Derek Simmons.

I'm in charge of the reunion.

What's going on?

One of your centerfolds has been murdered.

Oh, my God.

Who?

Terri Walker, and it happened about four hours ago.

Do you know who did it?

No, not yet.

Can we get a list of everyone who attended the luncheon?

At least that way we could rule a few people out.

Do you think it was someone who knew her?

Well, we're not exactly in a position

to answer that question just yet.

I'm sorry.

This was an informal come-and-go as you please type of thing.

Terrific.

The closest thing we have is a sign-up

sheet for the photo shoot.

That might shed some light on who was here.

- May we see it? - Sure.

Right this way.

Thank you.

Here's Kristen's signature.

What?

Are you Kristen Neal?

Yes.

May we speak with you for a moment?

Sure.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this,

but your friend, Terri Walker, has been killed.

What?

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

It's... you guys...

Who are you?

We're her friends.

What did you say to her?

It's Terri.

She's dead.

Really?

Oh, my God.

Her boyfriend found her body this morning in the jacuzzi.

Any of you know anything?

She didn't fly in with us.

She came with her boyfriend.

I'm going to have to get your names for our report.

Megan Davidson.

Amanda Calvin.

Taylor Cameron.

I'm Derek's photographer.

All of you knew the deceased?

We were in the same sorority, Omega Kappa Omega.

Well, except for me.

I just met them.

I'm just here shooting this session.

OK, fine.

When was the last time you guys saw her?

A couple of months.

I mean, after graduation, we all moved back to LA,

and we got together once or twice a year.

Was she popular in school?

No enemies you can think of at all?

It's been a long time, but no, none I can think of.

How about you two girls?

Everybody liked her.

Terri was great as Kristen said.

Well, somebody didn't seem to think so.

Listen, let me give you guys my card.

If you think of anything, you give us a call, all right?

Yeah, in the meantime, keep your eyes open, safety in numbers,

and all that, all right?

I don't want anybody to leave the hotel, all right?

Thanks a lot.

Unbelievable.

Problem?

Daddy's little rich girls.

How about that Simmons guy?

He's got it made.

Yeah, at least he made it himself.

Do you think any of those tits are real?

Yeah, real expensive.

What, are you jealous?

No.

I like my boobs and I like to work.

All these women are on a mission to marry a rich guy

and then screw their pool boy.

Oh, no bitterness there.

Look, all I'm saying is that they make the rest of us

look bad.

And you make them look bad.

Just try to stay professional.

Are you actually paying me a compliment?

Well, mark it down on your calendar.

It doesn't happen often.

And you do have nice boobs.

It's a water bra.

Bastard.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey, I can meet you there.

About 15 minutes?

OK.

All right, bye.

Why would anyone want to do this?

Think it was someone who knew her?

It was Terri.

She's dead.

What are you doing here?

I want to give you something.

Ah!

Help! Help!

Promise me one thing?

That you'll... you'll go talk to Derek Simmons.

I think he's the key.

, but we're here.

We'll have a good time.

Try to relax.

Have some fun, we're in Hawaii.

They'll catch the guy.

You'll be fine, I promise.

Fergie?

Bet this is the most action you've

seen in a long time, huh?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but it looks like you've got victim

number two on your hands.

That's Amanda Galvin.

We talked to her yesterday.

Two sorority girls dead in less than 24 hours.

At this rate, there won't be anyone

left for the next reunion.

Well, so much for that crime of passion theory.

Yeah, and nice and neat went right out the window along

with it.

Also, I found this by the body.

Looks like we've got a serial killer on our hands.

These girls are so young.

Shane, look, I read your file.

Two dead sorority girls within a few hours...

Stop, quit, all right?

Now tell me, what is she saying to you?

Well, she's saying to me that her killer was very

motivated and very anxious.

Serial killers usually are.

That's what she's saying to me.

What she's saying to you?

Oh, you guys had me thinking I lost my touch, like maybe

this chick isn't dead.

All this what she's saying to me, what's she saying to you

shit?

Now, see, that guy's funny.

You ought to take your act on the road, Ferguson.

I always did want to be a comedian.

And now you work with dead people.

Interesting.

This makes two deaths at this resort in a single day.

Is this the work of a serial killer?

Well, we haven't ruled out anything yet.

In fact, we just left the scene, but as

soon as we get any pertinent information,

we'll get it to you.

Right.

And as it stands right now, we're just asking everyone

at the resort and in the immediate area

to exercise caution for the time being

until our perpetrator is apprehended.

Then you're saying these incidents are related

and the work of a single individual.

The evidence seems to point that way.

Thank you.

God, Kristen, isn't this a bit creepy?

I mean, with Terri being killed in a hot tub and all.

Oh, please, it's not the same hot tub, for Christ's sake.

Move a little left.

Oh, yeah, right there.

What about Amanda being killed?

What the hell is going on here, Kristen?

Do you think that our person has anything

to do with all of this?

Oh, my God!

Stop it!

That is for rubbing me too hard and just shut the hell up.

I'm sorry, Kristen.

This whole thing has just got me freaked out.

I probably shouldn't think about it anymore, huh?

That would be a good thing.

Just get the oil and finish me.

Come on.

Yeah, hey, never mind about Ferguson.

He sees dead people.

Jesus, everybody here a comedian?

You were supposed to be discreet.

We were, and discretion told us

it was better to warn the public than to let

the bodies stack up.

Look, Miss Pratt, whether you like it or not,

the guests are in danger.

Two can play at this game.

I'll hold my own news conference.

Well, just spell my name right.

It's Shane with a "C".

Hey, I can be funny.

Well, at least the lieutenant let us

set up shop here at the hotel.

Saves us a 45 minute drive.

Newman, can I see you outside?

- Now? - In a minute.

I got a couple of calls to make.

It's not a request.

So there's a happy camper.

Yeah, he's harmless.

Can you call the sorority association

and get a list of the Omega Kappa Omega members?

We'll see if we find a stable connection between the victims,

all right?

- Just about to do so. - I'll be back.

The hell's your problem?

What are you talking about?

Let's start with what happened with that reporter?

Where do you get off making public statements

without authorization?

It needed to be done.

Since you're relatively new around here,

detective, let me spell it out for you.

This isn't LA.

Hawaii is all about tourism.

We rely on tourist dollars to survive,

and tourists aren't going to come here if they think

there's a nutcase at large.

Sounds like you've been talking to the Hawaii

Tourism Authority.

Pratt's attorney, actually.

He's at the verge of suing this department...

and you, personally.

And the resort owners are good, responsible people, detective.

I don't have a problem with the way

the hotel's handling this.

My issue is with Ms. Pratt.

You will cooperate with Ms. Pratt fully.

Period.

Dismissed.

Thanks.

How are you doing?

I don't know.

I just... I can't believe she's gone.

So sorry.

Really, I'm sorry.

Are you OK?

I don't know.

Mm-hmm.

OK, well thank you very much for your help.

Yep, bye.

You find anything out?

Well, the sorority association said that their class of 1997

had nine Omega Kappa Omega members.

Four of them were seniors...

Terri Walker and Amanda Galvin were two of them.

Then Kristen Neal and Megan Davidson were the others.

Right.

So I asked the association if they had any other information

on the sorority, and they said they nearly got their charter

yanked three times.

Yeah?

They say why?

Well, apparently that information is confidential.

But you know, I bet you the boyfriend, Will Culp,

might know something.

He's listed as an alumnus from '94 to '97.

Let's go talk to Mr. Culp.

Oh, maybe if we're lucky, we'll run into Miss Pratt

again.

Yeah, that'd be great.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Yeah, I feel really bad.

I was just checking to see how you were doing.

Let's just pretend that didn't happen.

Well, isn't this cozy?

Oh, no.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Just want you to know right now you're not a suspect.

We just need to get some things cleared up, OK?

You are in serious trouble, my friend.

Now if you cooperate with me, maybe I can help you out.

I want a lawyer.

I bet you do.

I would too in your position.

Give me a break.

Oh, God knows you need one.

Just think about what this looks like.

You got no alibi, you found the body,

and now you just so happen to be sleeping

with your dead girlfriend's pal?

Give me a break.

I don't know anything.

I think you might.

Seems you girls made some enemies in the day.

So?

So it looks like somebody might be using this reunion

to settle an old score.

Tell me about you and Will.

The one thing I can't figure out is why you killed Amanda.

I mean, maybe you're sleeping with her, too?

It wasn't like that.

Oh, yeah?

Well, tell me what it was like then.

I just wanted to see how he was doing.

Didn't mean for anything sexual to happen.

It just happened.

You've got to believe me.

Grief does strange things to people.

Let's just say for a minute that I believe you,

which I don't.

You went to school with these girls.

What were they like?

They were popular, except for the people they screwed over.

But it was no big deal.

Just harmless fun mostly.

Mostly?

It was our last year together.

There was this girl, Rachel Kincade.

And what was she like?

Nice.

Smart, too.

Nearly took everybody by surprise

when she drove her car off that bridge and killed herself.

Just stay at the hotel, Mr. Culp.

Rachel and Kristen were running for class president.

Kristen was trying to make it a popularity contest.

Rachel was running on the issues.

She had a pretty good chance of winning, too.

What happened?

Kristen started a rumor that Rachel

was sleeping with her professors to get the answers

for the final exams.

We all kind of went along with it.

Final exam.

Uh, Miss Neal, we'd like to ask you a few questions?

Sure.

What can you tell us about Rachel Kincade?

Never heard of her.

Well, you should.

Somebody connected to her could be trying to kill you.

Like I said, I've never heard of her.

Are you trying to tell us that you never

tried to ruin her reputation just so you

could be class president?

Oh, please.

How petty do you think I am?

You know, we do a little checking.

We found out who was selling the test answers.

It wasn't Rachel Kincade, it was you.

You know, I'm not admitting to anything, but so what?

She was about to kick your ass in the election

and you found a way to nip it in the bud.

Seems pretty flawless, doesn't it?

I want to talk to my lawyer.

No, you don't need a lawyer.

You're not being charged with anything.

Then I don't need to answer any more of your questions.

No, you can do whatever you want.

And what's the catch?

No catch.

Free to go.

Damn straight.

I will.

Hey, you know what tomorrow is?

It's the fifth anniversary of Rachel Kincade's suicide.

Then catch the bastard and earn your damn paycheck.

Oh.

Charming girl.

You know, part of me is actually

rooting for the killer.

Detective.

Oh, Miss Cameron.

Call me Taylor.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll call you Miss

Cameron if that's all right.

How's the case progressing?

Eh, we're getting there.

Well, maybe I can help you.

I was a psychology major in school.

And now you're still a photographer.

It all works out.

Here's my number.

Call me if, um, you can think of anything, if I can help you.

Think about it.

That was interesting.

I think she likes me.

Hey, Rita, it's Shane Newman.

Listen, I need for you to pull a file for me ASAP.

Yeah, it's an old case five years back.

Suicide... the name is Kincade, Rachel.

I'm not sure how to spell the last name.

K-I-N-C-A-D-E.

Whatever, you know.

Anyway, if you can do that for me, I'd appreciate it.

You are the bomb, Rita.

Thanks.

Bye.

Make a note, Seska.

Stay friends with the girls in records.

"The bomb?"

Whatever you say, homey.

It's all good, dog.

I was just thinking...

there's one sure way to find out who is doing this.

Which is?

Well, we let the killer finish the job and arrest

whoever is left alive.

You got a sick sense of humor, detective.

I like that.

Got the lab report back.

The rope used in the first homicide

is standard synthetic fiber, available in any hardware

store.

Checked under the fingernails for skin, for blood...

both negative.

What about the exam page?

No fingerprints at all, and the paper used

is standard issue.

Nothing specific.

So in other words, we got zilch.

You know, since you know everything about everything,

why don't you handle forensics for the rest of the day

and I'll go drink?

You do that.

Smartass.

Your friend.

This is Newman.

Lovely Rita.

Yeah, what do you got for me?

Well, talking to any of Rachel's family

members is a no-go.

At age 5, she was placed in LA's foster care system

after her single mother died of an apparent drug overdose.

The records are still sealed, but I'm working on it.

And now your best bet is to contact

Professor William Andrews.

He was Rachel's student advisor at Big Island U.

Professor Andrews?

Uh-huh.

Oh, I almost forgot, can you put a check on Derek Simmons?

He's a publisher at "Cavalier" magazine.

See if you can find any dirt on this guy.

Got it.

Derek Simmons, "Cavalier" magazine...

I'll get back to you on that.

And here's Professor Andrews' number.

He's relocated now in LA.

The number is 323-555-1267.

Yeah, I'll give them a call.

Hey, Rita, I owe you one.

Thanks.

All right, bye.

Catch you later.

Derek Simmons, "Cavalier" magazine...

let's see what we've got on you.

Bingo.

Derek Simmons, millionaire publisher

of "Cavalier" magazine and owner of LA's infamous strip club,

"Cads and Cavaliers."

Was arrested in his club last night on charges of aggravated

assault. The alleged victim, James A. Wynorski

was quoted by witnesses as saying to Mr. Simmons

"get your sisters and mama in here.

They could shake it better than these chicks."

Mr. Simmons was unavailable for comment.

Typical male response.

Well, he may be a jerk, but he's not a killer.

Hopefully I can find the record of his arrest file

and maybe that will ease Shane's mind.

Listen, can you give this Professor Andrews a call?

Rita said that his name came up as Rachel

Kincade's student advisor.

Check out the area code.

LA number.

Evidently he transferred from Big Island University

to some college in Los Angeles.

Anyway, let's check this guy out.

All right.

Yeah, Sam?

I'm sorry to interrupt, Professor Andrews.

Um, Thursday, Detective Julie Seska from Hawaii on line one.

Detective from Hawaii?

What could she possibly want with me?

Tell her I'm in a meeting and I'll

call her back as soon as I can.

Um, actually, sir, she said that it's urgent.

Has something to do with one of your students

from five years ago.

Her name was Rachel Kincade.

Rachel Kincade?

Put her through, Sam.

Yes, sir.

Line one.

This is Professor Andrews.

Professor Andrews, this is Detective

Julie Seska from Hawaii.

Sir, I'm very sorry to bother you,

but I was hoping you could answer

a few questions concerning a former student

of yours, Rachel Kincade?

Yes.

You say that she was a student of mine.

That's right.

It also says here that not only were you one of her professors,

but you were also her student advisor, correct?

Well, yes, that may very well be.

But you see, detective, I had so many students over the years,

I sometimes have difficulty placing them all.

Well, this one shouldn't be so difficult.

Ms. Kincade died in 1997 of an apparent suicide.

Does that, uh, name sound more familiar to you now?

Yes.

Rachel Kincade, I remember now.

Troubled girl.

So tragic.

Yes, it was.

Well, we were hoping that you could

shed some light on some, uh, recent deaths

that we've had here.

Deaths that may or may not involve

the death of Ms. Kincade.

What's this all about?

I just got off the phone with the chief.

He wants to know what progress is being made?

Well, we've got a pretty good idea of why

the girls were being killed.

We just don't have a perp yet.

You don't have any suspects at all?

We've got a dozen suspects, I just

don't want to make a mistake.

And with all due respect, Captain,

I've only been on this case 48 hours.

Are you sure you're up to this?

Yes, I'm up to this.

And maybe if I spent less time on the carpet,

more time out there and get a few things done.

Bring me a solid suspect, detective.

Your stay on the islands might depend on it.

Captain, I can handle this.

I just got to get used to that ass-kissing part.

You two have to stop meeting like that.

I thought I left politics behind in LA.

Guess it's the same everywhere.

What are you working on?

I just got off the phone with the California DMV.

Seems that Taylor Cameron just got a driver's license

last year and then applied for his social security card

within 30 days of each other.

Last year?

Kind of strange to wait until you're 26, huh?

Should we bring her in for questioning?

Nah, no grounds.

I'll go visit her myself.

Make it more of a social cause.

You think that's such a good idea?

No, but it hasn't stopped me yet.

Oh, the things we do for our job.

Oh, yeah, it's pure hell, isn't it?

Detective Newman?

It's Will Culp.

- I need to talk to you. - You got me.

Fire away.

I think I remember someone who might have a motive.

- Can we meet in person? - Yeah.

When and where?

Now.

I'm down by the shopping mall.

It's nice and public.

Are you in danger?

Hurry, I'm at the.

That was Will Culp.

Sounded urgent.

Well, let's hit it.

Where the hell do you think he is?

I don't know. Let's split up.

You go down there, I'll look over here.

Shane?

Yeah, it's me.

I'm taking the back service elevator to the basement.

Meet me there.

Back service elevator...

OK, 30 seconds.

And be careful.

Meet you there.

Hang in there, buddy.

Help me, Jesus.

Just hang in there.

I... I remembered something.

What'd you remember?

Rachel... she had a...

Rachel had what?

Hang in there.

Shane!

- You all right? - Yeah.

Down there.

Shit!

You hurt?

No, I'm fine.

You see who it was?

Fuck!

Oh, God.

Geez.

Yeah, 50 on crazy eights in the fifth.

Right, later.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

Nothing to do, there's nothing to choose.

You got to roll with it.

Oh, yes, you got to roll with it.

Hey.

Rita, how you doing?

Been real busy down here.

As a matter of fact, just working on a case

that came down today.

December 17, 1989, huh?

Keep up the good work, Charley.

Hey, how's your uncle?

Is he still working in the mayor's office?

Must be nice to have friends in high places, huh?

You got the Rachel Kincade file.

What do you want now?

Derek Simmons.

There should be an arrest file on aggravated assault.

Thank you.

Hey, Charlie's still your bookie, I see.

Paying off a bad debt?

You know, as far as I know, cops placing illegal bets

can get them thrown off the force.

What do you want, Rita?

This.

What the hell is this?

Rachel Kincade?

Yeah, it's the file of the case

that Shane's working on in Hawaii and I want you to help.

Oh, come on, Rita.

You know what?

And check out Professor William Andrews.

I think he's a key player in all this.

And call in Lieutenant Janus.

help?

Simmons' file.

Don't say I never gave you anything.

Oh, Laker tickets.

Paid in full.

Go on, guys, get out of here.

I'm busy.

"Cavalier" magazine.

This Derek Simmons guy really gets around.

I wonder if he's single?

Thank you.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

Oh, too, too, too!

Well, good news or bad?

Is it never good news?

Whoever killed him had it planned

right down to the getaway.

Why would anybody kill this trust fund kid?

Looks like Will was on to something.

Did he say anything before he died?

Not really.

He said she had a...

a guy.

A what?

A boyfriend?

These days, could have been a girlfriend.

Newman?

Detective Newman?

This is, uh, Taylor Cameron.

Ah, Ms Cameron, nice to hear from you.

Did you think about what I said?

Yeah, we'd like to get your thoughts on this.

Is it OK with your, um, supervisor?

Well, let's just keep it between ourselves for now.

If anything shakes lose, I promise you'll get full credit.

Sounds good.

So when do you want to meet?

You name it.

5 o'clock OK?

5 o'clock it is.

What?

Hi. Come on in.

Miss Cameron.

Please, call me Taylor.

Taylor?

That wasn't so hard, was it?

No, that was easy.

You look great.

Thank you.

Wow, someplace they gave you here.

You ready to go out?

Actually, I ordered room service.

There was a great shrimp platter I wanted to try,

but it's too big for one.

Sure, that sounds so good.

Would you like some wine?

I guess one glass wouldn't kill me, would it?

I hope not.

I've been saving this for a very special occasion.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Here's to...

Getting the bad guy?

I'm still not quite sure why you had me come down here.

Do I need an attorney present.

Easy there, professor, what are you getting so jumpy about?

We just need your expert opinion regarding a former student

of yours, Rachel Kincade.

Well, I told everything I know to the police in Hawaii,

and I still don't understand why you're

questioning me about this.

You haven't told us everything, professor.

It looks like Rachel's car going over the cliff

may or may not have been the accident

everybody thought it was.

Her brake lines were severed, Professor.

Oh, my God I was just her advisor.

She was a troubled girl.

Just because I couldn't help her doesn't mean

I killed her, for God's sake.

Is that what you're implying?

Do I need to have an attorney present?

No, no, professor, no one's accusing you of anything.

I just get a little riled up sometimes.

Fact of the matter is brake lines could

have been severed in the fall.

I'm just trying to get a better feel for this case

because Rachel's death looks like it's

connected to the deaths in Hawaii right now.

You know what?

I think I've wasted enough of your time already.

Thank you so much for coming in.

If I have any more questions, be sure to contact you.

You hear from Shane yet?

He hasn't been there long enough.

You have any luck?

You know Rita?

She emailed me the report.

I just haven't sifted through it yet.

What are you looking for?

Notification of next of kin.

And there it is...

Derek Kincade.

Wait a minute.

Derek?

What is it?

Derek.

The guy throwing the reunion is Derek Simmons.

The magazine guy.

You don't actually think he's the brother?

Well, I don't know.

It could be, and he knows everybody is going to be here.

You expect me to believe that a big-time publisher went

to the serious trouble and expense

to stage a reunion to lure girls into a death trap?

All I'm saying is we should check it out.

It's pretty thin.

Yeah, it's downright bulimic.

So the quicker you look into Simmons' background,

the quicker we can clear him.

I'm on it.

We're on our way, Lieutenant.

Don't let Newman know about this, all right?

I don't want him trying his cowboy shit.

Actually, sir, James and I are not exactly on the best

of terms with Newman.

It's probably best if he doesn't know we're involved.

I don't think James could take it.

I heard all about that one.

I also heard that you deserved it.

Now, listen, if you try purposely to mess him up just

to get back at him, I'm going to have

both your hands on platters.

You got it?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Oh, hi, Rita, have to seat.

All right, Mark James, get back to work and get off the horn.

So, Rita, I hear it pays to be friends with the girls in...

which department are you in?

Records, sir.

Records.

Well, I hear you're friendly with all the girls down

in records, Lieutenant Janus.

Oh, you can call me Hugh.

Now, is that "Hugh" or "huge?"

Actually, it's both.

I'm Hugh and I'm huge.

He's such a jerk.

I don't know.

Why is he always sticking up for Newman?

You think he's sweet on him?

Could be.

You think the Lieutenant's gay?

I don't know.

He's kind of tidy.

Always talking with his hands.

Smokes, too.

Always working out, you know?

I think you're sweet on him.

Here's to you, Rachel.

Finally won.

- Hello? - Professor?

Sam?

You're burning the midnight oil, aren't you?

You should be home now.

I'm trying very unsuccessfully to finish up some work.

Hey, there's two LAPD detectives.

They said they're on their way over here to speak to you.

I've tried to deter them, but they're very insistent.

Listen, I'll take care of that, OK?

You go home and get some rest.

OK.

Is there anything I can do?

No, no.

We'll take care of it tomorrow.

I'll see you then.

OK.

Check that out. There he goes right there.

Professor!

We need to ask you a few questions regarding

the death of Rachel Kincade.

Oh, my God.

I need to get out of here.

Hey, he's making a run for it.

Let's go.

Let's go.

This son of a bitch is mine.

Come on!

Put on the gas!

Push it!

Go, go!

Go faster!

Get after that little...

I'm on it!

Daniel!

Stay with him!

That son of a bitch is under arrest.

Let's get him.

Let's go.

So why did you become a cop?

Now I came here to get your perspective on the case.

Don't dodge the question.

Tell me why you became a cop?

It's, uh, personal.

Well, you tell me something personal about you,

then I'll tell you something personal about me.

When I was 20 years old and my sister was 18,

she disappeared one day.

We found her three weeks later sort of.

Never did find her killer, though.

Anyway, the cops said that they didn't have enough manpower.

I'm so sorry.

Anyway, I joined the force the very next day

and, uh, told myself I'm going to get this guy.

Did you?

Nope, but got a lot of others since.

Do you think you're going to get this guy?

Oh, you can count on it.

Beautiful necklace.

It's my grandmother's.

My grandfather made it especially for her.

It's beautiful.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Got to be kidding.

Newman.

Really?

OK, I'll be right there.

What?

- I got to go. - What's wrong?

I'll call you later.

All right?

Listen, Pratt, my patience is wearing very thin.

I need the room number now.

That information is confidential.

Well, not according to the search warrant, it isn't.

The room number now.

What's going on here?

Well, your friend Rita in LA has been doing some checking.

Apparently Derek Simmons didn't even

exist until three years ago.

He changed his name from James Derek Kincade.

What Will was trying to say is that she had a brother.

We need that room number now.

Fine.

Come with me.

Police!

We have a warrant!

I'll check the bedroom.

Bedroom's clear.

Come on, this way.

Well, looky, looky.

Plane ticket to Hawaii.

Ah, Derek and Rachel, '97.

Mm-hmm.

Exhibit A. We'll make a call.

Get the boys from the lab up here.

Nice work, detective, but how the hell did you

get a search warrant so fast?

Make a note, Newman.

Always stay friends with the boys in the judicial system.

Thanks for letting me hang here.

No problem.

Want to order some room service?

No, I'm great.

Are you OK?

Just thinking.

Where were you when Terri was murdered?

What the hell kind of question is that?

It's a good one.

Where were you?

I was at the luncheon with you.

Most of the time.

You were gone for quite a while at one point.

I had to go to the bathroom.

For 15 minutes?

There was a line.

Why am I defending myself to you?

Because maybe you've got something to defend against.

Are you accusing me of something?

Look, all I know is that if the killer's

doing this to avenge Rachel, tonight's

the anniversary of her death.

And you and I are the only two still left alive.

So?

So I know I didn't do it, which leaves you.

Look, that is far enough.

Where in the hell did you get that?

Wouldn't you like to know?

What the hell?

I suppose you think that I had something to do with this, too.

Shut up!

Dead.

Damn it.

OK, go outside and find out what's going on.

You go find out what's going on.

Yes, I am the one with the gun, which is why you

are going to go check it out.

Hey, girls.

Oh, my God.

I shot a cop!

Officer! Officer!

I shot a cop!

Are you OK?

No!

Julie?

Julie, hang in there, sweetie.

Shane.

Hang in there. Hang in there.

- It was an accident. - Yeah.

Just go, just go. Get out of here now.

9-1-1.

Yeah, Detective Shane Newman.

Yeah, I need an ambulance at the Konaloa Hotel.

Second floor, ocean tower.

Yeah.

Code 3, we got an officer down.

I repeat, officer down.

Right away.

Hang in there, sweetie.

Hang in there.

It'll be all right.

You're going to be all right.

Oh, my God.

It's Derek Simmons.

Newman, thought you might like to know.

Julie is out of danger.

That's good.

She's tough.

A little R&R and she'll be back on the job.

Really?

I figured after this mess, she'd want to transfer.

We offered.

She said no way.

That somebody had to keep you out of trouble.

That's funny.

You did a good job, detective...

both of you.

A little rest wouldn't kill you either.

They figure out what they're going

to do with that sorority girl who shot Julie?

Well, you said it was accidental.

Looks like that's going to be good enough.

You know, another case like this,

I'm going to want to transfer to sanitation.

This the guy?

Yeah.

After we searched Simmons' room, we found a picture of the two

of them together.

Seems like they were a close-knit family.

You know, after those sorority girls drove Rachel

to commit suicide, Simmons decided to take

the law into his own hands.

He sure went through a lot of trouble.

Somewhere there's a double whiskey with my name on it.

Amen to that, and I'm buying.

It's a beautiful necklace.

Son of a bitch.

What's wrong?

One second.

She said that necklace was one of a kind.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, Kristen.

Taylor, you almost scared me to death.

Well, sometimes you just take what you can get.

Why are you all dressed in black?

I had a death in the family.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You know, I've got to get ready, but maybe we could talk later?

Isn't it wild about Derek Simmons being a killer?

He was a sick freak.

You could say that.

Or you could say he was a brother that loved his sister,

and that kind of family devotion is very

hard to come by these days.

Wouldn't you say?

I would say that psycho's ran in their family.

You know his sister killed herself

over absolutely nothing.

Nothing?

That wasn't nothing!

That's nothing!

Derek's my brother!

- Brother? - Yeah!

Derek, Rachel... that was my brother and my sister!

My God, you were in on this?

OK, OK...

Fucking stupid, you know that?

Taylor.

Stop it!

God, Taylor!

Get off of me!

Taylor!

Shane!

You're just in time.

Let her go, Taylor.

I knew you'd find out.

Let her go. Back away.

Now.

What are you going to do?

Shoot me?

If you force me to.

I don't believe you.

Kristen's not worth it.

Yes, she is.

Did you know that Rachel was pregnant

when she killed herself?

That's right.

And the funny thing is all those things

that you called her in school...

a slut, a whore...

was all true!

She just wanted to be loved.

Like me and Derek did, only she couldn't find love.

She had to search up father figures.

She was always looking for daddy, and all she could find

was a horny, middle-aged professor.

Professor Andrews?

Yeah, that's right.

Professor Andrews.

What a nice guy he was, huh?

When she found out she was pregnant with his child,

he dumped her just like that!

Then Kristen here and all her buddies

started playing evil games with her.

So poor Rachel couldn't take it anymore.

She just couldn't take it...

just like me.

You better back off, Shane, or I'll break her neck!

Back off!

Don't do it.

You want her?

Taylor!

Stop!

There's no way down from there.

I know!

Taylor, you need help.

No one's gonna help me!

Come on down.

- No! - Come on.

We can help you.

No, you won't.

Don't do it!

Goodbye, Shane.

Get Ferguson on the line.

He's got another pickup to make.

Crazy bitch.

Hey, stranger.

Hey.

- How you feeling? - Feel great.

Hm?

I'm just glad you're back.

How are you feeling?

What's that mean?

I hate to admit this, but, uh, there was a while there when

I thought you might be the...

What?

I just think you're really weird.

Well, thank you, I guess.

So now that you're back, I guess we can finally close this case,

right?

Unless you're still stuck on nailing

that Professor Andrews back in LA on the obstruction

of justice charges?

Nah, I decided to give the guy a break.

Uh, no.

Hey, Professor.

Sam?

Good to see you.

Don't worry, Professor.

They'll never convict you.

What do you mean?

- Why? - My name's Sam Kincade.

Kincade!

Sound familiar?

I'm sorry.

You know, he's one lucky son of a bitch

because I'm sure he was next on Taylor's hit list.

He is one lucky son of a bitch.

It's a good thing for him Rachel doesn't have any more

relatives running around.

Uh, yeah.