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Previously onHawaii Five-O...

You will return
to your task force on Hawaii,

to be my eyes and ears
inside Five-O.

Adam.
I'm sorry

I was gone so long.
I just had to get away.

Welcome home, bro.

If you're so suspicious
of the guy,

why'd you welcome him
back to the team?

I want him where I can
keep an eye on him.

HPD's actually looking
to shift more resources

to Filipino territory.
It's all in there.

Noshimuri.

Watch your back.

You sure this is safe?

It's a hell of a lot safer
than the last spot.

HPD's gonna be all over that location tomorrow morning.

Yeah, interesting
how that happened.

I suggest you keep your
theories to yourself, Endo,

or I'll be burying four bodies
tonight, not three.

Come back to bed.

I wish I could, Ms. Townsend,
but I really must

get back to work.

Well, my dinner's
gone cold,

so I may have to order
more room service later.

About that...

I, um,

I have a confession to make.

When I found out you were
staying with us,

I asked if I could bring
your dinner to the room.

You see, I am a big fan
of your Deirdre Naismith novels

and I was hoping you might
autograph my copy

of Murder at the Crossing.

What's the matter?

Didn't I give you enough
to remember me by?

N-No.

No uh, yes.

Y-Yes, you did. Of course.

I-I It's just...

Oh, dear boy, I'm only joking.

It would be a pleasure

to sign your book.

"To my number one fan,

"Leo.

"You've got a
devoted fan in me.

With love, Maureen Townsend."

Thank you.

May I ask,

when can we expect
a new Deirdre book?

Not anytime soon.

That was supposed to be
the next novel, but...

Well, you can see
what I think of it.

Y-You mean to tell me

that's an entire
Deirdre Naismith novel

the whole world will never see?

Sometimes you have to know
when to let things die.

Hey.

I'm Reigns.

Welcome home, Mr. Reigns.

Can I take your bag?

No, but I'll take a hug.

I'm happy you're home safe.

It's good to see you.

So, how was everything
over there?

I mean, I-I know
you're not allowed

to talk about the details,

but, like, how did it go?

Yeah, it was good.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Hey, uh, take a right up here.

Uh, okay.

Uh, where are we going?

Just take the right.

Okay.

What exactly...?

Been thinking about this
ever since I left.

That was nice.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

I can't say I, uh, thought
it was gonna be in a car.

Well you're the one
who told me to pull over.

Come here.

Thank you so much.

Living here all these years,

it's my first time
at this festival.

Well, it's
a literary festival.

It's for people
who like to read.

I like to read.Really?

Yeah, really.

What is that? I got a Tom Clancy
on my nightstand right now.

I believe that you have it.
I just don't think you have

the patience to sit down
and actually read the book.

What are you, a bookworm?

I like to read.
Uh-huh.

Hey. There he is.

Harry Langford.

Hello, chaps.

Lovely to see you.

Good to see you.How you doing, buddy?

Good.
Good.

So, why are we here?

Yes, well, it, uh,

it seems I've written
a best-selling book.

I'm sorry, did you just say

you wrote a book?

You wrote a best-selling book?

Honestly, it's all very surreal.

One day I just,

um, well, I sat down and I just
started writing this thing.

More out of boredom,
really, than anything.

And, um, yeah.

Based on my experiences with a,

with a generous dollop
of artistic license thrown in.

Couple of weeks later,

I have a manuscript, I send it
to a friend in publishing,

and the next thing you know,

I've got a seven-figure
book deal.

What?Just so, um,

I don't think
I'm losing my mind here,

y-you wrote a book in two weeks,

and then
somebody gave you

a million dollars?

$2 million, actually.

Sorry. So vulgar
to talk numbers.

No, I mean, I'm disgusted.

He's disgusted,

but I'm okay with you
paying for dinner tonight.

It'll be my absolute pleasure.

Pleased to meet
you, Mrs. Doyle.

I'm delighted you liked it.

What?

Yes.
Harry.

The dead drop

in Kalemegdan Park...What's the matter with you?

is based on real events.

Belgrade is a
beautiful city.

I think you broke him.

I didn't do anything.
What'd I do?

Belgrade can indeed be
a beautiful city, but...

it can also be quite
a dangerous one.

As I'm sure you remember.
Ah.

Okay, who-who's that?

That is me.

Or rather, my, um,
literary alter ego

Michael Blanton.

I-I'm confused.Me, too.

Excellent. That was the idea.

MI6 regulations
state that I can't

appear at any
of these book events,

in case my face
ends up in the papers.

Ah.
There are a
number of people

who would put two
and two together,

and, uh, I don't particularly
want a target on my back.

Right.Isn't he a target now?

Not while I've got
my eye on him.

And that guy is an
unemployed actor I hired.

Lovely chap. But, uh,
whilst he looks the part,

he doesn't have the chat
to go with that suit.

Hence the, uh, earpiece.

It's very, uh,

it's very Cyrano of you.

Yes. My cunning plan seems
to be working out rather well.

Mr. Blanton is making
quite the impression.

Oh, that's me.
Excuse me for a second, please.

Hey, Lou.

What do you got?Hey. Sorry to interrupt,

but we got a hot one
that's moving pretty quick.

HPD was called
to two murder scenes

this morning,
and they seem to be linked.

Okay. How so?

Okay, victim number one
is Makeo Palila.

He was a music teacher
at Kuwili High.

He was found this morning.

He'd been garroted
with an antique ukulele string.

Now, the killer takes
a handwritten note,

pins it to the victim's chest.

And the note has some kind
of quotations on it,

and a name: Deirdre Naismith.

Victim number two

is Ilihia Makamae.

She was a bookstore owner.

Stabbed in the chest

with a vintage letter opener.

Same thing.

Note from the killer,
handwritten, quotation,

so on and so forth, and again
the name Deirdre Naismith.

I'm gonna send you
pictures right now.

Who, uh, who is
Deirdre Naismith?

Well, Deirdre Naismith was
a fictional crime writer.

And this character appeared
in a series of novels

by an author named
Maureen Townsend

between the years 1917 and 1939.

And before you even ask, yes.

Whole lot of bodies
dropping in those books.

So we're thinking these murders
are just the beginning?

I just got off
the phone with Duke.

Apparently HPD struck out
in their search for Endo Tanaka.

All right, they're saying
the trail's gone cold.

Despite the fact that we have
every port and every airport

on high alert,
the fear is that Endo

may find a way off this island
if he hasn't already.

Well, that would
certainly fit the yakuza

standard operating procedure.

The last thing they want is for
Endo to fall into our hands.

And the information he has,
it could pose

an existential threat
to their entire business here.

Yeah, I understand all that, but
I haven't given up yet. Okay?

I know that, uh,
over the past few weeks,

there's been some tension
between us, Adam.

I also know that you did
what you did for good reasons.

That's why I want you
to get back out there.

I want you to get out there,
lean on your connections,

find out what you can because
if Endo is still on this island,

we need to bring him in.

Yes.Can you do that?

I can do that.
Okay.

Hey.

I trust you. Okay?

Thanks, Steve.

Can I show you something?

So, both of our victims had
traces of ether in their, uh,

throat and mouth.

All right, so they were, they
were I mean, they were drugged

before they were killed,
but ether?

That's a strange choice
for sedation, no?

I was thinking that, too, but it
sort of goes with the whole, uh,

M.O., you know,
getting choked out

with a ukulele string

and stabbed
with a letter opener.

It's like a vintage murder
art project

or something, you know?

Hey!

My man. What's up, buddy?

What's up?
Welcome back.

I have a confession it's very
good to see you, by the way.

Um, I've been sleeping
in your bed.

It's all good, man.

It's just, you know,
it's good to be back.

Joon!
Hey.

What's up, Cap?

Good to see you, man.

What the hell you
doing here, anyway?

Shouldn't you be at home
with your feet all propped up,

watching The Young
and the Restless?

Mm, see, it's good
to see you, Cap.Tell you what, man,

you picked a head-scratcher
of a case to come back to.

Check it out.Speaking of which,

I just got off the phone
with the lab.

They finished analyzing
the content

and the handwriting
of those notes.

And the ink from those notes,
by the way,

from the 1920s.

Preliminary handwriting
analysis confirms

that both of those notes were
written in the handwriting

of Maureen Townsend.Wait a minute.

We know from her bio
that Maureen died in 1974.

Well, here's where it gets
a little weird.

There was an Internet search.

It turns out that none of
the sentences of those notes

were found in any
of the published novels

about this character
Deirdre Naismith.

But all is not lost,

because I think I might have
identified somebody

who can help us out.

It turns out
that there is a woman

who is a world-renowned expert
on all things Maureen Townsend.

Her name is Suzanne Ridge.
She's on the island.

She plans to do
a keynote speech today

at the literary fair.

Just came from there.

Well, you love books,
so go back.

Deirdre was Maureen's
greatest creation.

A crime writer who always
got invited into the most

coveted dinner parties
and events, where

inevitably a murder
would take place

and she would
help solve it.

Here.

This is an example

of Maureen's handwriting,

taken from her journal.

You see how it matches

those two notes
that you showed me?

Yeah, I can't tell
the difference.

Yes, but that is not
what made the hair

on the back of my neck
stand on end.

These quotations
they are word-for-word

copies of passages

taken from an
unpublished manuscript

Murder at the Colony.

I'm sorry, Ms. Ridge, but if
it's an unpublished manuscript,

how do you know about it?

Well, rumors of this
manuscript have been

swirling about
for a hundred years.

It's the great white whale in
the crime publishing industry.

Thanks to my connections
to the Townsend estate,

I was able to secure
exclusive access

to Maureen's letters
and diaries.

Now, at the time,
she abandoned work

on Murder at the Colony
in February 1920.

There's mention
in her journal of a tryst

with a dashing bellman.

Imagine, what if he had taken

her discarded papers
that night? So...

I went out on a flier.

I reached out to
the bellman's descendants.

And... I struck gold.

The handwritten manuscript

had been in the family
the whole time,

stuffed away in a
box in the attic.

It was in remarkable condition.

A complete first
draft of the book.

With a little bit
of persuasion...

I managed to secure
exclusive rights.

And, at my festival talk today,

I'm finally going to unveil

Maureen's plans
for the last installment

in the Deirdre Naismith series.

Do you realize,
what you just said

makes you a person of interest?

Absolutely.

Your prime suspect, I expect.

That doesn't worry you at all?

A little bit, perhaps.

But, honestly,
to be incriminated

in a real-life
murder investigation,

it's a little bit of a thrill.

Uh, well, in that case, uh,
where were you this morning

between 6:00 and 8:00?

Well, I ordered room
service at that time,

uh, and Kevin, my assistant,
took his breakfast with me,

and we went through
my schedule for the day.

Okay, well, we're gonna have
to verify that alibi, of course,

and, um, check with
the bellman's family

to make sure your
story's accurate.
Of course.

I'll text Lou.While we wait on that,

what can you tell me about
the victims in the novel?

I mean, if this killer
really is using

this story as a blueprint,
what can we expect?

There were four
deaths in all.

The first victim was
garroted in the salon.

The second, stabbed
in the library.

Okay, so our guy's not done yet.

The third murder

was the butler
at the colonial mansion,

where the book was set.

His nightcap...
poisoned with arsenic.

Okay, wha-what about the fourth?

It appears, from
Maureen's diaries,

that Maureen felt
imprisoned by the success

of the Deirdre Naismith
character.

She wanted to flex her muscles
and write something else.

So, her plan for
Murder at the Colony

was to end the book
by killing off

her most successful creation,
Deirdre Naismith herself.

She planned to
send her off in

gloriously tragic fashion

tossing her
over the side

of a red and blue sailboat

into the crystal waters
off Oahu,

an anchor

tied to her foot,

weighing
her down.

But, as history shows,

Townsend couldn't
bring herself to do it

and she threw
the manuscript away.

Suzanne, you are
about to publish

the complete text of the final
case of Deirdre Naismith.

It's highly likely
you could be the fourth victim.

Oh...
Yeah, so I-I think you
should probably cancel

that talk today,

just until we figure out
what's going on.
No.

No.

I can't cancel this event.

It's been planned to coincide
with the 100th anniversary

to the day of when Maureen
threw her masterpiece

into the trash.

Fans and literary press
have traveled

from all around the world.

I am not going to let

some psychopath steal
this moment from me.

From Maureen!

Besides,
if I just

avoid the ocean and sailboats,
I'll be fine.

Mm, Kevin,

this is Commander McGarrett

and Detective
Williams.

Pleasure to meet
you both.

These books need
dedications for some

of our VIP guests.

Oh!

This is one of my most

treasured
possessions.

It actually belonged
to Maureen herself.

Huh.
Fancy pen.

How did you,
how'd you end up owning it?

A fan

gave it to me at a book signing

in Minneapolis about a year ago.

Hmm.

No chance you got
that fan's name?

No.

It was wrapped
when he gave it to me,

so I had no idea what a...

special gift it was
until I opened it

at the hotel later that night.

May I see it?

Well, yes, certainly.

Thank you.

Oh, that's a nice pen.
Mm-hmm.

What on earth
is that?

It looks to me
like a transmitter.

So, if this pen was
in close proximity

to your laptop,
that would enable

somebody to get access
to the hard drive.

Yeah, and you'd have no idea.

Well, it seems like we just
figured out how somebody else

got their hands
on that manuscript.

Hey.
Hey.

So, no surprises,
but alibis

for both Suzanne Ridge
and her assistant

Kevin Tapley
both checked out.

According to hotel records,

Suzanne ordered breakfast
for her and Kevin.

The room service runner
delivered it,

and he remembers this vividly,
because Suzanne tipped him

a hundred bucks.

And cell records
also place them

at the hotel
at the time of the murders.

All right, we-we have this new
evidence that says somebody

could have absolutely
gotten that-that manuscript

from Suzanne's laptop.

And, about that,

lab confirmed exactly
what you thought.

That device
you found in Suzanne's pen,

that would have enabled
anybody on the receiving end

to grab files from
any computer within range,

including this theoretically
protected manuscript.

So, not only did the killer
get a sneak preview

of how the book ended,

by obtaining
the handwritten manuscript,

he was able to trace
the relevant passages,

and then produce those notes
that he left on the victims.

It was very smart,
giving Suzanne that pen.

All right, let's look
at auction catalogs,

see if we can find
evidence of the sale.

Okay, if we can
ID the guy

who gave it to her,
then we're one step closer

to finding our killer.

The name

is Blanton.

Michael Blanton.

Pleasure to meet you.

Double-oh-seven?

Try triple... oh-seven.

Harry?

Thank you very much,
appreciate it.

Junior, Tani, thanks for coming.

Yeah.
Of course. Any
more developments?

Actually, yes, but, uh,
let's go over here.

Um, as McGarrett
no doubt told you,

I've been using an earpiece to
feed my actor chap his lines.

When the, uh, device
wasn't transmitting earlier,

I feared the worst, but
in the last couple of minutes,

he switched it back on again.

Now, he's rolling around
in the trunk of a car.

Here, this is live.

Please, I'm not
who you think I am!

I'm an actor!
My name's Gabe Darsyk! Please...

Come on.

All right, well, the good news
is, he's still alive.

Yes, but he could be in
an awful lot of trouble.

Right, because the kidnappers
think it's you

in the trunk of the car.
The super spy

with a head full
of state secrets.

They're probably taking him
somewhere to rendition him.

Or it could be one of many
injured parties I've pissed off

over the years.And I take it
that's quite a long list.

Well, I can't lie,

but this could turn
very nasty, very quickly.

Harry, you got to help me,
please.

We will. Don't worry.

I'm assuming you can't

tell us where
they're taking you.

No. No.

They haven't said, and I
can't see anything from in here.

Please, Harry,

please help me.
I don't want to die, man.

All right, Harry, we might be
able to use your comms link

to try and trace a signal.

Tani.

Yeah, one step ahead of you.

Hey, you got something?

Yes, sir. Per your request,
we have procured

a list of attendees for last
year's event in Minneapolis.

That's where
Suzanne got the pen.

Then we cross-referenced
these names

against TSA records,

travel records
to Oahu.

Okay, we're just playing the
odds here, but I-I'm pretty sure

our killer isn't the only
Maureen Townsend fan

that would've
made the trip.
Right again.

There were four attendees
from last year's

event that came here
to hear Suzanne talk, so

we texted their photo
to Suzanne's phone to see if

she knew any of 'em.

Had our answer
in about 15 seconds.

Collin Hansen

is who she ID'd.
Um, he's a mechanic,

no kids, never been married.

He's been on Oahu
for three days.

Well, I'm pretty sure
we can guess

how this guy's been whiling
away his hours while he's been

on the island. All right, we got
to, we got to grab this guy,

and quick, before
he drops another body.

Oh, business must be good.

I heard you've been
making the rounds today,

asking questions.

Just one.

Where's Haru?

You seem concerned.

I didn't know
you cared about Haru.

He was my contact
for information.

I'll have a new contact
for you soon.

Where is he?

I put him on a plane.

He's taking care of something
for me in Japan.

In Japan, huh?

That's right.

And what about Endo?
He in Japan, too?

If you're feeling the pressure

of living this double life
of yours, let me know.

I'd be more than happy
to put you on a plane, too.

I hope you got good insurance
on this rental, Harry.

Right now that's the least
of my worries. Drive it

like you stole it,
my friend.
If you insist.

Okay. According to the trace

on Gabe's earpiece,
they're still on the move.

Kidnappers are heading north
through Nanakuli.

Oh, wait.

It looks like their little
drive's come to an end.

The signal stopped moving
outside a warehouse at what

looks to be the intersection
of Ma'aloa and Mahihi.

Okay, I'll call HPD. I'll
have them set up a perimeter

and wait for us there.

Listen, please. I-I-I know
you guys think I'm, like,

this treasure trove, like,
of, like, sensitive intelligence

or whatever, but I'm telling
you, I'm just an actor.

All right,
y-y-you could look me up.

Look me up. I-I went to
University of Cincinnati,

School of Drama,
class of 2011.Shut up!

please, look,
I'm from Mason City, Iowa.

I am, like, the least British
person you have ever met.

Here. Now transfer
the money.Money? What money?

Oh, that's not good.Your money, slick.
We read your book.

We know about the gold

in Switzerland, bank accounts
all over the world.

We're taking every single penny.That's what

I'm trying to tell you. I didn't
write the damn book, okay?

I have, like, 60 bucks...You think that we're stupid?

No!
Hey, we know you got
a million-dollar advance.

But I don't have the money.

Okay, okay, wh-wh-whoa-whoa.Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Pay attention, pay attention.

See that right there?
That is our account number

to First Island Bank
of West Bay

down in the Caymans.Okay.

Hey.Yeah, yeah.

Start the transfers.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Do it now.

Or eat a bullet. Okay.

Collin Hansen. Five-O. Open up.

Clear.

Clear.

Take a look at this.

These are photocopies
of the manuscript.

These are the same sentences
that appear on the murder notes.

Look at this
tracing paper.

He's been tracing
Maureen Townsend's handwriting

until he got it down.

Yeah, Noelani, go ahead.

Another body
and another handwritten note.

The circumstances
of this murder match the M.O.

of your killer.
I'm in the backyard

of a private residence
here in Makiki.

The license in the vic's pocket
lists him as Joel Butler.

There's your Butler.

All right, you got
a cause of death?

Officially, no, but I can
make an educated guess.

I found this vintage
bottle of arsenic

placed deliberately
next to our vic's body.

Well, that certainly tracks
right along

with the vintage
methods of murder

that we've been
looking at.

I also found a human hair
by the bottle.

It didn't match our vic's,
so I ran it, but

the DNA wasn't in our system.
All right, keep us posted,

Noelani. We'll be
in touch, all right?

This is troubling.

What do you got?

She's next.

If she doesn't cancel
that talk right now,

she's a sitting duck.

Gabe,

it's going to be okay.

We're a couple of minutes out.

I want you to do
what the kidnappers are asking.

Go to my bank's website,
Taft London.

Transfer them all of my money.

The entire balance

of ten million.

Dollars?

Gabe, if you're ready for
the password, clear your throat.

Very good.

Okay, the login name is HarryL1.

The password is all caps

LAN6F0RD with a six for
the "G" and a zero for the "O."

You know, for a spy, you really
should have a stronger password.

I'm just saying.

Damn it.

Stop screwing with us.

Gabe, cough again if you need me
to repeat the password.

And enter the
password now.

Gabe, did you hear me?

I said clear your throat
if you need the password.

Say it louder this time.

The hell are you talking about?

Uh...

Nothing.
Uh... nothing.

I was just talking
to myself.

I think the question is...

...who's he talking to? Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, just...

I don't know who the hell
is listening,

but I'm gonna spare you
having to hear your friend die.

Harry!

You sure you don't want us
to come with you?

Trust me. I got Gabe
into a total dog's dinner.

I'm the one
to get him out.

All right, well, at least
take a gun with you.Afraid not.

Going in unarmed is the, uh,
surest path to success. Besides,

if I need a gun,
I'll, um,

I'll just borrow one
from the kidnappers.

Hello, chaps. Now, now,

let's not act rashly,

not when I'm here to make sure
you get your money.

That's right. I'm the
gentleman you're after,

spy turned
memoirist.

This poor lad is just
an actor I hired to, uh,

to be my public face.

I'm unarmed,

and I will happily
wire you the money

if you stay calm
and ensure nobody gets hurt.

And considering
you've read my book

thanks for the support, truly,

you've no idea
what a brutal business

publishing is, and
every little bit helps

you'll know

that, um, it's no idle threat

when I tell you that, if
you become unreasonable,

I'm going to have
to put you both down.

So...

shall we do this the nice way?

Get up, get up,
get up.

Make it fast.
No funny stuff.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Done. The money's
all yours.

$10 million, not bad for
a morning's work. If it's all

the same to you, my friend
and I will take our leave.

We have a signing event
to get to,

and I need to sell
a book or two.

Not so fast.

You leave when we get
confirmation the money's there.

The three homicides today

match perfectly with the murders
in the book, okay?

Come on,
y-you really want your boss

to be a match for the fourth?

If it were up to me, Suzanne
would cancel the event,

but she's headstrong.

That said, you're
more than welcome

to try to convince
her yourself.

Okay, we can be
pretty convincing.

Officer, all quiet?

Quiet as a mouse, Commander.

Nobody been in or out.

Ms. Ridge?

Hello?

Open it.

Suzanne!

Guys, I need a paramedic
in here now!

Got it.No, no, no, no! Suzanne!

Okay, stay with me.

Come on, breathe, breathe.

Suzanne.

Oh, thank God.

Suzanne,
can you hear me?

Suzanne, hey, hey.

She's pretty
out of it, man.

I think Hansen must've ethered
her like he did the others.

He left a note.

What, does this look
familiar to you?

Looks like the last page
of the novel.

Hey, Danny, look at that.

Hey, John McClane.All right.

We need to lock down this hotel,
update the APB.

I want every cop on the island
looking for Collin Hansen.

He couldn't have gotten
very far.

Now, that's what
I like to hear.

Just spoke to our man
in the Caymans.

The money came through.

And he's cashing it
as we speak.

And with that...
we'll be on our way.

It's a pleasure
doing business with you.

What kind of a plan was that?!

Are you serious?! I thought you
were supposed to be some kind

of a super spy.
I mean, that was the least

James Bond thing
I have ever seen

just-just watching you roll over
and give those guys $10 million.

Calm down, dear boy.

It's all being handled.

Excuse me.

I'll take
that, thanks.

All right,
come on, let's go.

Harry, dear.

I got your money back.

Maria, darling, I knew I could

count on you
thank you so much.

Now, we didn't get
to discuss terms.

I assume you'll be taking a cut?

Oh, Harry.

That won't be necessary.

'Cause I'll be taking it all.

You should have called me back
when we were stationed

in Athens.

Live and learn, right, darling?

Oh, dear.

How's it going?

Have you
made any progress

in determining
who that maniac was

who tried to kill me?

Yes and no.
Uh, have you got a second?

I know you're about
to get onstage here.

Of course.

Okay, good thing.
May I?
Sure.

Um... okay, so,
apparently, the killer

came into your room
through the air vent, right?

So, what we did, we-we
traced that air duct back

to an access point,
hoping that maybe we could

catch this person
on-on a security camera

along the way, but
unfortunately that was a, uh,

well, it was a dead end.

The-the duct,
it's been closed

for-for a while, like,
that passage, they're

working on the air conditioning
for the floor above,

so it's blocked.

In layman's terms, there is

absolutely no way
that anybody,

let alone the, the killer,

could have gotten into
your room through the ceiling.

Plus, with an officer
guarding the door

and balcony windows
ten stories up,

we started
figuring that maybe,

just maybe, that, uh,
whoever's behind this...

they were inside
the room the whole time.

Look, you staged this
whole thing almost perfectly.

I mean, you knew
we'd rush in to save you.

And I'll be the first to admit,
your performance in the bathroom

was very convincing,
but there is one thing

that you could
never have known about,

and that was
the sealed-off air duct.

That's crazy.That's crazy? I don't know.

I don't know if it is crazy
when you think about what

a steroid boost these murders
have been to your new book.

Yeah, I mean, it's,
it's pretty wild out there.

Standing room only.

That's the kind of publicity

some writers would kill for.

And, by the way,
we have

a pretty good idea who,
uh, leaked the news

of a murder investigation
out to those media vultures

perched outside... Kevin.

You can't prove any of that.

Maybe not, but here's
something we canprove.

Suzanne, while you were
in your room preparing

for the finale
of the greatest publicity stunt

I've ever heard of,

Kevin here was out doing
your dirty work.

You see, folks,

as law enforcement officers,

we're obligated to look further

into your flimsy alibis.

And when we did so,
we found that

Kevin here, well,
his didn't quite hold up.

See, all you had going for you
in that case was your word

and the presence
of Kevin's cell phone

to say that he was
in the hotel with you,

but, come to find out,

Kevin was someplace else
altogether.

Ain't that right, Kev?

Kevin, we found blood,

uh, in the trunk of
your, uh, rental car.

I had CSU cross-reference the
DNA from the blood to the, uh,

the hair on
the arsenic bottle left

at the third crime scene.

Guess what, Kevin.

Perfect DNA match.

How'd that end up
in your trunk, Kevin?

You killed Collin Hansen

and you put him
in the trunk of your car.

That's right, 'cause

Collin Hansen
didn't kill anybody.

You just planted one of his
hairs on that arsenic bottle

to set him up.

Poor guy was just
a fan of old

crime stories
little did he know he'd end up

being the victim of a new one.

All right, so here's
what's gonna happen.

You two are gonna come with us,

and we're gonna have
you sit in some very,

very uncomfortable chairs

for as long as it takes
for you to tell us

what you did
with the body

of poor Mr. Collin Hansen.

Look, bracelets to go
with your outfit.

Come on.

All right.

Thanks for letting me
use the shower, man.

Oh, least I could do.

Yeah, yeah, that is true.

Can I ask you a question?

Uh, why would you

check in to this
baller suite

right after you just
lost all your money?

Oh, I may have lost some money,
but I certainly have not

lost my taste
for the finer things in life.

I have very fond

memories of this Leilani Suite.

In fact, uh,

you could say it's
my happy place.

It's your...
Okay.

Stay for a drink?

No, I got to catch a flight.

I have an audition
first thing in the morning.

Oh, I hope it's
for something exciting.

It's for a, uh,
deodorant commercial.

Ah.

But, got to say,
after working with you,

I am very excited
by the idea of boring.

No offense.

None taken.

Thanks for everything.

Thanks, Harry.

Coming.

Aha!Hey, good evening.

Here you go, buddy.Oh, you shouldn't have.

I could call downstairs,
get them to send something up.

You're on a budget.

Hi.
Hi.

Hi.Hey, young lady.

Hey.
Hello.

Hey, you're not staying?

No, I think I've, uh,

had enough excitement
for one lifetime.

So...

enjoy.
Goodbye.

So, you, um, you lost
$10 million, that's, uh,

that's a bummer.

Well, to be honest,
Daniel, retirement

was beginning to bore me anyway.

I don't know.

Maybe I'll go back to work. Yeah?

'Cause if you want to work,

there's a space on this
task force for you.

Well, thank you, Steve.

But I don't want
to do thatmuch work.

Ah.

I was thinking of something
much more low-key.

Yeah, well, I don't blame you.

Guys, I think the show's
about to start.

Whoa!

Got you.

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