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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.