All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.S02E07.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-KiNGS

All right.

Quiet, I'm rolling.

Halloween,

All Hallows' Eve,

the fourth night in our search

for the huaka'i po--
the Night Marchers--

ghost warriors
who roam the islands.

Something's in there.

I think we should go home.

Just, uh, just a
little longer, babe.

I'll protect you.

Wow. I feel super safe now.

You hear that?

It's probably a...
bird or something.

This is, uh...

Kulamanu Heiau, a...

an ancient temple and-and...

burial ground,
a sacred graveyard.

Locals, uh, consider trespassing

onto the grounds taboo.

There, uh...

there have been many sightings
of the Night Marchers up here,

so... even though we may anger

the spirits protecting

this heiau,
it's worth the risk.

What is this?

Hey, uh, maybe

you shouldn't...

Christian!

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x07 ♪
Ka Iwi Kapu (Sacred Bones)
Original Air Date on October 31, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

♪

Here you go.

♪ ♪

Trick or treat!

Uh, sorry?

Trick or treat?

It's Halloween;
she wants a treat.

Oh, uh, I really
don't have anything.

I'll bet you do.

Why you just go look,
you can find something.

Don't look at me
like that, please.

Do you know how
amazing you look?

You look fantastic.

Okay? It's gonna be great--
we're gonna get so much candy.

Will you trust me for once,
please? Thank you.

Here you go.
Happy Halloween.

Uh, whatever.

What is this?

- A little something for Dad?
- Come here, come here.

Get behind me.
What is this?

What is this?
You giving alcohol to a kid?

I told you,
I didn't have anything.

Hold this.
Listen to me.

How about six
months, six months

for distributing to a minor.
Daddy, let's just go.

- I'm trying to be nice.
- You trying to be nice?

I'm gonna show you nice in
one second. Don't move.

Hello?

Okay, yes, I...
I'll be right there.

You are lucky.
Get inside, close that door.

Beat it. Now.

I am very sorry.

I know we're supposed to go
trick-or-treating, but Daddy

just got called to work.
Okay? So I got to go, and

- I got to take you back...
- I'll get my stuff!

I can tell you are
just crushed...

shattered at
the change of plans.

Really bummed, I can see.

Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt
trick-or-treating.

No, it's fine.
Grace was thrilled.

She hates that hotel.

I have got to find
an apartment.

Well, you've found
ten apartments, Danny--

none are good enough.

It's called taste
and standards, buddy.

Go home!

I'd like to.
Thank you.

You're forbidden
to be here.

Just like New Jersey.
Sleep it off, buddy, huh?

Hey, guys.

So, we think there are two
vics buried up the trail--

Christian O'Connor
and Kat Forester.

Two amateur documentarians who
were trying to film the Night Marchers.

What are the
Night Marchers?

- Hawaiian ghost warriors.
- Yeah.

Oh, so good,
so we have our suspects.

- You know what?
- Hey, don't laugh.

My grandfather
saw them once.

Saw the...?

Yeah.

- Hey, Kono.
- Yeah?

- Who found the bodies?
- Roommate. Over there.

She, uh, was supposed to meet
them but she was running late,

and by the time
she got up there,

they were already
dead and buried.

And technically, she
didn't find the bodies,

so much as a hand sticking out
of a shallow grave. Spooky.

Where's Weston?

Oh, she was, uh,
she had to change

into something
more appropriate.

Meaning she
was wearing

something inappropriate?

No, no, no, uh,
that's not what I said.

That's kind of
what you said.

Oh, she was wearing a costume?

Please don't tell
her I told you.

You didn't tell me;
I guessed.

Yeah.

Hi.
Right.

Okay, let's
get started.

Oh, you told them.

They guessed.

Okay.

Oh, this is fascinating.

I was at a Halloween
party with...

What's so fascinating?

The party isn't fascinating--
what's fascinating

is that you're not willing
to tell us about it.

You're kind of being all secretive--
isn't that kind of weird?

Weird? Really?

I'm not secretive. No,
it's just my private life.

And I can have a private life.
Yeah.

Like you all have.

Why are you staring at me?

I... Because
I am just imagining,

uh, who Lori Weston's
alter ego might be.

Uh...

mm, Wonder Woman?

No.

Slutty Wonder Woman?

Stop it, Danno.

Chin, what have you got?

A search of the
surrounding area

hasn't turned up
anything yet.

Hm. Okay, I don't want
to state the obvious,

but I just think that
maybe we'll do better

if we look where the hand is.

Yeah, but we have
to wait for the priest.

- Why?
- 'Cause this is a heiau.

An ancient Hawaiian temple.
We have to wait for the Kahu

to bless us and ask for the spirits'
permission before we can enter.

Oh.

Okay, well, I just,
let me just get this

straight so I understand.

There's a crime scene
right there.

All right, and forensic
evidence is degrading

as we speak, but
we are gonna wait

for a priest to tell us...

that the magic ghost says it's
okay for us to check it out.

Mm-hmm. It's their culture, Danny--
you just have to respect it.

Oh, that's a-a beautiful
thought, Wonder Woman,

but I think the spirits
will make an exception

so that we can catch
a murderer, no?

Really?
Gloves are going on?

You're making a mistake.

Well, I think
I'll take my chances.

They're gonna be here soon.

I got it, all right?

A woven leather bracelet...

The roommate identified
as the male victim's.

A lot of footprints.

Ah. Everybody...

I have found an ancient
Hawaiian artifact.

Look at that.

Huh?

Maybe they got a picture
of their killer.

Uh, evil spirits, they gonna
come and curse me now, or what?

Do not.

You should've waited
for the priest, buddy.

Shut up.

Well, because it says
utilities included, okay?

And everybody knows

that satellite television
is a utility.

No?

Well, a good day to you, sir.

You're out of
your mind, Danny.

Listen, I-I've lived in
squalor for way too long.

Okay? I'm gonna get what I want,

I'm gonna get want
at a reasonable price,

and I'm not gonna pay
any moving fees, okay?

That does not make me crazy.

No, what makes you crazy
is thinking it's okay

to trample all over
a sacred burial ground.

Oh, here we go.

- Here we go.
- Here we go?

I am an insensitive jerk.
I didn't say a jerk,

but "insensitive" is
accurate, yeah, Danny.

It was a murder scene, Steven.

Yeah, you know what?

You cannot treat people's
beliefs like a joke.

Danny, a heiau is an
incredibly important part

of Hawaiian culture.

Okay, and investigating a crime
scene is very important to my job.

Right, and if you want
HPD to cooperate with us,

you can't disrespect
their religion, man.

How would you feel if
somebody desecrated a church.

I personally would care,
I would care, okay?

But that's a good question,
because guess what?

It's not the same thing.

It's exactly the same thing.

But you don't believe in any of
that anyway, right? You don't...

Could we please not have
this conversation?

Because generally,
this conversation

doesn't go very well.

- Good.
- 'Kay?

In history, it doesn't go well.

Okay, fine.

Good. I mean, no afterlife,
no higher power.

- No nothing.
- Okay, okay, okay.

I think that people
make stuff up

to make themselves feel better.
How's that?

Wow.

Don't "wow" me.

I'm... no, I mean it's just...

Wow.

Okay, listen, okay, I believe
what I see in front of my face,

and sometimes,
I don't even believe that, okay,

but if it makes you feel
any better,

next time, I will pretend, okay?

Wow.

Don't "wow" me!

Chin,

anything?

Well, the camera was recording
when the murders took place,

but it looks like
our killer was camera shy.

Not a single shot of him.

But we did find
something interesting.

Look at this.

...it's worth the risk.

What is this?

Hey, maybe, uh...

Hey, maybe you shouldn't, uh...

That bag...

wasn't at the scene.

Christian!

Yeah, I wonder what the hell
was in that bag?

There's a lot of ancient
skeletal remains up there.

Wait a minute.
You think grave robbers?

Could be. Some unscrupulous
collectors would pay a lot

for the artifacts
up there.

Okay, so,
these two kids surprise him,

and he kills them 'cause
he wants to keep his secret.

Maybe.

There could be something
in this section.

Something the camera picked up
that we can't see right now.

Kono, have Fong
dig through this,

see what he can come up with.

Danny and I are gonna go
and talk to Max.

The female vic died of blunt
force trauma to the head,

mostly likely killed by
the very shovel that buried her.

The male victim had dirt
and debris in his lungs.

Unfortunately,
he was buried alive.

You know, uh, Keanu,
Halloween was yesterday.

You're aware
of that, right?

- What?
- Hmm?

Oh. Yes, I came directly
to work after a costume party.

Ah, you don't secretly
have this thing

where you love dressing up
like you're in The Matrix?

The two concepts are not
mutually exclusive.

All right, Max, what do we,
uh... what do we got here?

Well, I have some good news
and... weird news.

Take a look at this.

See the marks under her right
eye-- fingerprint bruising.

Okay, he grabbed her face.

Exactly, and when he did that,
he very kindly left a print.

A nice one on the right lens.

I ran it through the system,

and found a match.

Man by the name
of Greg Straithan.

- Oh.
- Nice work, Max.

I'm impressed.

And now the weird news.

Our suspect, Greg Straithan...

is dead.

Greg Straithan--

nice long sheet.

Burglary two,
criminal trespass, did

three years at Chino in
California for assault.

Looks good for
our suspect.

Except for the part where
he's not actually alive.

How did he die?

Shot and killed
in his apartment last week.

His girlfriend, Nikki Royce,
admitted to it.

She's got a history of mental
illness. They've got her

on a psych hold
at Okalani hospital.

Okay, this says she
shot him in the face.

Yeah, with a shotgun.

Okay, so, no dental records.

Right? No face to identify him.

With the girlfriend's
confession,

I'm pretty sure they didn't

print the body.

- What are you getting at?
- It just seems

like a really good way
to fake your own death.

That is, unless
you think

a dead person

slapped our victim
in the face.

Okay, if that's the case,

the girlfriend
was definitely in on it,

right, so let's go talk to her.

Lori, I could use
your profiling skills

to determine if she's crazy,

or just acting crazy.
All right.

You know, there's a big question

that we haven't asked yet.

Somebody got shot
at Straithan's apartment.

So, if not him, then who?

Whoever it is, he's buried
in Straithan's grave.

I'll get the paperwork started
for an exhumation.

Okay, in the meantime,
if Straithan is alive,

and he's been walking
around all week,

maybe our victims had
some prior interactions.

So, Kono, see if the roommate
recognizes him, okay?

I've never seen him.
Sorry.

Do you think

he did it?

He's, uh, someone
we're looking into.

How are you handling all this?

Oh, you know.

Not great.

The worst part is, I lost both
my roommates, and I'm all alone.

I've never lived
by myself before.

Yeah. So your-your friends--
they, uh...

they never told you
about anyone threatening them

or scaring them
this past week?

Well, there was that one
weird guy up at the heiau.

What weird guy?

Somebody was bothering them
a few nights ago.

Christian tried to
make him go away,

and I guess he fell and
hit his head on a rock.

Kat said he was
bleeding really bad.

Hey.

Hey.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

I was hoping since
it hadn't rained

the past few days,
we'd get lucky.

Did you get the warrant yet
to exhume Straithan's grave?

No, I'm still working on it.

If you find his blood up here,
it'll help convince the judge

he's among the living.
Yeah.

Mahalo, Kahu.

No problem, sistah.

The kupuna like you.

You hitting
Pops later?

- Yeah.
- Waves should be firing.

See you there.
All right.

Kono, check this out.

That's blood.

Roommate was right.

Looks like someone
took a nasty fall.

This isn't the first time

Nikki Royce has been
committed for mental issues.

As a teenager, she
was hospitalized

with an eating
disorder.

All right.

So, the, uh...
the Halloween party

you went to--
who threw it?

Oh, just a friend.

Ah.

Go by yourself?

This is it.

Don't let her get
too close to you.

She is a scratcher.

Listen, I said I am not going
back into the chicken anymore.

You can't make me.

The chicken?

Kitchen. Kitchen!

There are...
There are bugs.

There are bugs.

Listen, I told them...
I told them, and...

So, Nikki, we need to
talk to you about Greg.

Okay?

Look. The lights.

There's something
in the lights.

It stabs you.

- Nikki, talk to us about Greg.
- No.

No, I can't. No, no.

No, I can't.

- I can't.
- We know he's alive.

You guys

faked his death.

You pretend to be crazy.

And take the chance the hospital
will discharge you

in a couple of years, right?

Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

Thank you
so much.

Okay, no one will believe me.

All right, well,
where is he?

He comes at night
and talks to me.

Ah.

You've got
to tell them.

They won't believe me.

Hmm.

- I shot him!
- Who did you shoot,

Nikki? Who'd you kill?

Greg.

Then he came back.

He's haunting me.

Can you help
me, please?

I just want him to go away
so I can get some sleep.

Please?
Yeah.

Okay, so,

your professional assessment--
is she just a great liar?

In the course of five minutes,
we witnessed aphasia,

dermatillomania, paranoia,
vivid hallucinations.

My professional assessment--
that girl's off her rocker.

Yeah, a little bit,
but is she telling the truth?

Did she shoot Straithan?

Well, she thinks she did,
but there's no way to tell

if she shot him
or somebody else.

All right, listen,
get Danny on the phone,

have him meet you
at Straithan's apartment.

And maybe forensics
can tell us who

she actually
killed.

The apartment was available

15 minutes ago,
and now it's rented?

Doesn't make any sense.

What, you trying
to shake me down?

Well, I'm a cop.
How about that?

Hello?

Hello?!

If you're looking
for an apartment,

I think there's one available
in this building.

Oh, uh, yeah,
that's-that's nice, but I think

it's a little rich
for my blood. Thank you.

You'll have to
take the stairs.

Something is wrong
with the elevator.

Of course something's wrong
wi the elevator.

I'm cursed.

- Oh.
- Hey.

So, what do we got?

Well, plenty of blood
to test, as you can see.

Luckily,
the crime scene cleaners

are backed up.
We'll compare

the DNA from the blood splatter
to the DNA from his hair.

If they match each other,
Greg Straithan's dead.

If not, he's most likely
our killer.

His landlord was just telling me
about Straithan's habits.

- How are you?
- Good.

This a two-bedroom?

Yeah.

Uh, Straithan-- did he, uh...
he seem like the kind of guy

that would fake his own death?

Well, he certainly
was secretive.

I was never sure what
he did for a living.

Always paid for
everything with cash.

Huh. This is nice, this carpet.

This rug here--
what is this?

- This Berber?
- Yeah.

Huh. Thought so.

Um, did he ever seem
like he was afraid?

Maybe he was hiding
from somebody?

Oh, I don't think so. He was
a pretty intimidating person.

This is very nice.
Italian marble.

You know, uh, by law,
you know, you're gonna have

to disclose that there
was a murder here.

You'll probably have
to cut the rent in half.

You think?

Yeah, at least.
I mean, most people-- they won't

even rent a place where
there's been a violent crime.

Bad mojo, stuff like that.

Me, personally-- I don't mind
a little bit of blood.

Okay, Chin just got the warrant
to dig up Straithan's grave.

All I can tell you is,

the last time I saw that casket,
he was in there.

All right,

but are you certain
it was Greg Straithan's body?

I only know
what I was told.

I'm not gonna get in trouble
for this, am I?

You're manipulating
a landlord into renting you

a dead guy's
apartment at a cut rate.

- Is that right?
- Absolutely.

That's interesting.

It's the move, babe.

I mean, all the
homicide detectives

back home have
the nicest pads.

- I'm telling you.
- Huh.

Let me just go on record
by saying

I think it's wrong to disturb
someone's final resting place.

Okay. Noted on record.

Now crack it open.

Okay. Wait a minute.

This gravesite
was undisturbed?

Is there any sign anybody
could have messed with this?

No, not a thing.

Then I am completely at a loss
as to how to explain this.

Well, I have

either good news
or bad news,

depending on where
you stand.

Your dead suspect
is, in fact, dead.

Well, what'd you find?

Well, the two
DNA samples

from Greg Straithan's
apartment--

the blood from
the murder scene

and his hair from
his brush-- they matched.

Okay, so unless Straithan
reanimated as a zombie,

he is definitely
and simply dead.

Well, considering
his head wasn't intact,

reanimating as a zombie
would be completely impossible.

Right.

Now, for the curveball.

The blood that Kono found
at the heiau--

well, it belonged
to an unknown subject.

Didn't match Straithan,

the victims
or anybody in the system.

Okay, well, chances are that
blood belongs to our killer.

Hey. It's Kono.

Fong found something
on the camcorder.

She's on her way
to see him now.

I started by isolating
the footage

from the point
the camera goes airborne.

Took some doing, but
after demultiplexing

and deinterfacing
the segment,

I was able to enhance

and highlight the
individual frames.

That's the duffel bag.

Camera went
right over it.

Good news is...

the bag was open.

That look like a hand to you?

Yeah, and I bet it belongs
to Greg Straithan.

That would explain

how his fingerprint
showed up on the victim.

He wasn't at the heiau,
but his fingers were.

So Kat gets knocked over,

she falls face-first
into the bag,

fingerprint transfers
onto her glasses.

What I can't explain
is how his hand ended up

five miles from where he
was supposed to be buried.

It's because the killer

wasn't stealing anything
from the heiau.

He was hiding something.

I bet I know where the
rest of Straithan is.

Thanks, Fong.

Oh, great.
There's Gabby.

Did you know she was
going to be here?

'Cause you should have
told me if you did.

Did not, but, uh, that's not
going to help you, bud.

You should just
be yourself. Be yourself.

Hey, Gabby.

What are you
doing here?

Um, the Burial Council sent me
to ensure the iwi is protected.

Right. Right. The iwi.

That's the bones.

- I know that.
- Protecting the cultural significance

of this site is, uh...

it's extremely important
to Daniel.

Yeah.

Don't you have someone
to, uh, go shoot?

Nope. Nope.

Hey, I heard you guys
had a lovely dinner.

- Uh-huh.
- We did.

- We... it was... it was lovely.
- It was good.

I had a great time. Yeah.

Hey, um, Grace really
wants to go to the museum,

and, uh, I thought maybe I could
bug you for a private tour.

I would love to meet Grace.

Good. Good.

Uh, Dr. Asano,
we're planning

on using
ground-penetrating radar

to locate
Straithan's remains.

It utilizes
high-frequency EM waves

to see beneath
the ground.

That way, we won't have
to indiscriminately

dig everything up.

I'm sure the council
will be grateful

for your efforts.
Good.

Danny! Somebody threw

a rock through your window.

Yeah, I know. It happened
the night of the murders, Chin.

Keep up, babe.
No, bruddah.

The other one.

How does this even happen?

Well, maybe it's
the consequence of dismissing

an entire culture's
spiritual beliefs.

Oh, right, a ghost.

A ghost busted my windows.
That really what you believe?

Well, what
we believe,

Danny, is that our ancestors
are here with us,

just as much as they were
when they were alive.

You... okay. Okay.

Let me ask you a question.

HPD, they secured this area,
correct?

Correct. They closed
the access road down

the night of the murder.

Okay. So let's just imagine
for a moment

that a living, breathing
human being did this to my car.

I know it's crazy.

Let's just imagine it.

How is it that somebody
got here, came in,

left, nobody said anything,
twice?

Go ahead.
He never left.

The homeless guy.

That homeless guy told us
not to come in here

the night of the murder.
It would explain

the roommate's
story about the man

who accosted the victims
a few nights prior.

All right,
so what are we saying?

Our killer lives here?

I know where I would hide.

You know, if I was homeless,

living in Hawaii,
there's about 96,000 places

I'd choose to live
before this one.

It's private.

Natural protection
from the elements.

Access to the heiau.

Okay.

You know, it's really easy
to get lost in here.

He probably knows
exactly where he's going.

You just need to know
where to look.

Well, that helps me.

Ancient Hawaiian burials

tend to be
no more than a meter deep.

Okay. So anything above

or below this marker
is most likely our guy.

Oh, got something here.

What is that,
about two meters down?

Looks like we found the rest
of Greg Straithan.

Whoa. Hold on.
There's another one

on the other side
of the field.

Two and a half
meters down.

I thought there
was only one body.

Supposed to be.

Looks like multiple hits here.

You have three or four
down there.

I got something!

Okay, I'm going to need a radio.

Steve, we've got more
than one body down here.

Say again.

It's looking like dozens
all over the heiau.

I've seen something
like this before.

It might be the dumping
ground of a serial killer.

I got blood.

Lot of it.

I got the white bag
from the video.

And it's empty, Danny.

All right!
Hands up.

Put your hands
up right now.

Drop the weapon.

I warned you
not to come here.

Drop the weapon right now.

Get on your knees.

On your knees.

On your knees.

Hands behind your head.
Interlock your fingers.

You angered the spirits.

I know.
That's what I keep hearing.

Let's go.

Your name is Samuel Lee.

You're a combat veteran.

Vietnam.

How long you been homeless,
Samuel?

All right.

We're testing this bag
right now.

It had a severed
hand in it.

You want to tell us

how it got in there,
help yourself out?

No. It was empty
when I found it.

It was contaminating

the heiau.

Quite a nasty gash

you got on your forehead.

Want to tell me
how it happened?

Keep in mind...

I already know the answer.

They were trespassers.

Too many people.

Too many people treading
on the iwi of the tupuna.

You attacked
these two kids.

And they fought back,

and you fell down,
hit your head on a rock.

Is that what you mean?

They were desecrating the aina.

So you beat them to death
with a shovel?

No!

I warned them to stay away.

Like I warned you.

But they...
they wouldn't listen.

Do you always protect the heiau?

It wants me to protect it.

It needs me to keep its secrets.

Just like it keeps your
secrets, right, Samuel?

I mean, it's the perfect place
to dump a body.

No one would ever
dare look there.

No. No, the land is sacred.

Kapu.

They're...
they're being punished.

By the evil spirits

and blah, blah, blah.

Uh...

What about the rock
that hit my window?

Was that an evil spirit, too?
No, I think that was you.

You needed to learn respect!

What happens to people
that don't respect the heiau?

They open the door.

The dead will be looking
for you now.

I don't know.

He's clearly disturbed,
but I don't like him for this.

What's not to like?

I mean, he, uh, had the bag
from the crime scene,

he admits to jumping those kids,
and he is obsessed

with keeping people
out of the heiau.

All right, which
begs the question--

would he ever dig it
up to bury bodies?

I don't think so.
Plus, if we're looking

for a serial killer,
we're looking

for someone organized,
meticulous.

Samuel does not fit
the profile at all.

I'm not convinced it
is a serial killer.

I mean, where does
Greg Straithan fit in?

We know who killed him,
right? Nikki Royce.

Why would a
serial killer bury

an already dead body
in his dumping ground?

I think we can explain.

All told, there were 32
different victims

dismembered and buried
at the heiau.

They all died within
the past two years.

We've already identified
three of them

through the DNA database--
James Yamamoto,

Chuck Anderson
and Emma Kirkland.

But here's the interesting part.

Emma died in a
car accident,

Chuck had a
brain aneurysm,

and James died
of a heart attack.

Anyone care to venture a guess

as to what they all
have in common?

Well, none of them
were murdered.

Exactly.

Meaning we don't have
a serial killer on the Island.

Now, every single body
had a specific part missing.

Very precise surgical work.

Whoever did this definitely
had medical experience.

Okay, well, that...

I mean, that rules out
Samuel Lee completely.

Plus,

the blood you guys found
on his machete

and at his campsite--
wild boar.

He'd just
killed dinner.

Okay, so what parts
were missing exactly?

The ligaments and tendons
from major joints--

the elbows, knees, wrists--
were all removed postmortem.

On a hunch,

I had Fong test
the duffel bag

for evidence of
liquid nitrogen.

All over the inside
of the bag.

I don't know
what that means.

Well, liquid nitrogen
is utilized by biotech firms

to freeze donor tissues.

Most of the organs have
to be harvested

from living bodies.

However, there are some tissues
that can be harvested

from cadavers
up to 48 hours after death.

Okay, so our guy
steals dead bodies,

cuts off the parts
that he needs,

and then dumps the bodies
back in the heiau

where no one will look.

Exactly.

We're not looking
for a serial killer.

We're looking for a businessman

who's selling cadaver parts
on the black market.

HPD has no active investigation
into the body parts trade.

However, nationwide
it's a booming business.

Cadaver tissue can be used

in anything from ACL surgery
to filling in wrinkles.

They make a profit
by giving the tissue away

but charging
huge shipping fees.

I mean, an ACL alone
can cost five grand.

We also found
another commonality

between the three
identified bodies.

They all had their funerals

and burials at the same place:

Makaha Memorial Park
and Mortuary.

Might sound familiar to you--

that's where we dug up
Straithan's casket.

Okay, well, that's
how he's getting

his hands on the bodies.

He intercepts them
before they go

in the ground.
And according

to the families, our friendly

neighborhood mortuary attendant
is the one

who helped them
through their grief.

His name's Tyler Mitchell.

No wonder he was
so unhappy

about us exhuming
Straithan's grave.

He knew it was empty all along.

He's got
a record--

extortion and fraud.

If he killed Kat
and Christian,

we can add murder to that list.

Tyler Mitchell, Five-O.

Moving.
Move.

Mitchell's car is
still out front.

He's working late.

He's got a lot of
bodies to hack up.

Okay, we need
to split up.

Chin, take the second floor.

I'll go around the back.

Lori, get
the basement.

I got this floor.
Be careful.

Got it.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Steve, I found Tyler Mitchell;
he's dead.

Don't bother with the ambulance;
it's way too late for that.

I'm pretty sure
he's been embalmed alive.

Whoever killed him
went through his files too.

Lori?

Lori.

Hey, Lori, hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Easy, easy, easy, don't move
so fast, take it easy.

Ah, damn it, he got
the drop on me, sorry.

Don't say sorry;
he could have killed you.

You okay?

- Yeah, yeah.
- You sure?

Steve, don't look
so concerned.

I'm fine.

Really, I'm fine.

Hey, Danny's checking it out,

but it looks
like the son of a bitch

got out
using a service elevator.

He's gone.

Embalmed alive--

not how I want to go out.

Guess... looks like
Tyler's not our killer.

No, but he was
working with him.

Found these client files.

Now, I think our killer
was actually trying

to get rid of evidence,
but Lori interrupted him.

Didn't get everything, though.

Wait, wait,
what evidence?

His body supplier, for one.

And the fact that
all the bodies

came out of Kapana General.

All signed out
by the same charge nurse--

Jacob Garrison.

Kono, what do you got?

Sending over
Garrison's DMV photo now.

All right, I got it.

He's been charge nurse

at Kapana General
for about four years.

Financials were a mess
until recently--

credit card and student loan
debt totaling over 100 grand--

and then six months ago,
he pays everything off.

That's a lot
of tendons.

Send HPD over to Kapana General.

Already done.

Supervisor said Garrison skipped
his shift today.

He's not at home either.

However, a year ago,

he bought a piece of property
out near Barber's Point.

Very nice,
nice and remote.

Perfect place
to hack up bodies.

♪ ♪

Moving.

Go.

You smell that?

Some sort
of chemical.

That's formaldehyde--

it's highly flammable
and it's everywhere.

Drop it!

Put your hands
where we can see them!

Put your hands
where we can see them!

Garrison.

Hey, hey, hey, don't
do it, don't do it.

Get away from me.

Just close the lighter,
Garrison, close the lighter.

Just close the lighter,
okay, close it.

Hey, no, no, no.

Hey, Garrison,
don't do it.

- Okay?
- Close the lighter,

Garrison, just
close the lighter.

Garrison, no!

Run, run.

Run, run,
everyone out now!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Seriously, uh, all you
have is paper or plastic?

Yeah, well, that's,
uh, that's the old me.

The new me is going
to buy a steak knife.

Ooh.
Maybe even a pot,

maybe a pan.

Hey.

Hey, this is the last of it.

What are you, some sort of monk?

- You hardly have anything.
- You

are not done.

Here you go.

What's this for?

This is a paintbrush
and this is a can

of lavender tulip
for Grace's bedroom.

Please don't get anything
on the baseboards.

Thank you.

This is a very large mattress.

What you planning
on doing

on this very large mattress?

Please, please watch
the walls, boys.

- Second bedroom on the left.
- Trust you to find

the only mattress place on the
island that doesn't deliver.

- Only you could do that.
- No, no, they, they deliver.

It just costs an extra 50 bucks.

You only cost me a beer.

- Hey.
- Welcome.

Just the last
of the paperwork to sign.

All right, um, everything
looks great, by the way.

Oh, good.
Yeah.

Um, I was going to ask
you about a pet deposit,

if, uh, I need to put that
because my daughter--

she wants a dog.

Oh, I'm sorry, we have
a strict no pet policy.

What are you
talking about?

What about
the old lady?

- What old lady?
- The old lady

with the big dopey hat and the
little dog, and she was gardening.

She's the one who told me the
elevator was busted, which,

by the way, you're
gonna fix, right?

It sounds like
you're describing Mrs. Kekoa.

Okay, Mrs. Kekoa.

Well, Mrs. Kekoa died
five years ago.

She fell down
the elevator shaft.

Okay.

Hey.

Bed's all,
uh, set up.

What else?

Uh...

yeah, we're, we're gonna,
we're gonna leave.

What?

Pack it up,
pack it up.

- You mean "pack it up"?
- Hey.

Pack it up, pack it up.

Hey, hey.

Danny, wait a minute,
where are you going?

Danny, wait.

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