All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - 08x21 - Ahuwale Ka Nane Huna (The Answer to the Riddle is Seen).DIMENSION.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

STEVE:
Previously on Hawaii Five-O:

STEVE: Harry Langford.

Does MI6 got some business
in Hawaii we should know about?

I've taken an early pension,
and, um, I'm traveling the world

enjoying my golden years.

(grunting and groaning)

I'm beginning to suspect
that my retirement

may have been
a little premature.

GROVER:
Paris, Munich, London.

This is going to be Chernobyl
times a hundred.

DANNY: Still happy you decided
to spend the day with us?

HARRY: Let's say I have
a newfound appreciation

for what you boys do.

Uh-oh.
DANNY: What is that?

Is that British for
“everything's okay” or what?

Watch your eyes.
DANNY: Oh!

- What the hell is the matter with you?
- I fixed it.

Reactor's stable.

MAN:
The George Cross.

Gentlemen, on behalf
of a grateful nation,

we thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ Mailman ♪

♪ Bring me no more blues ♪

♪ Mailman ♪

♪ Bring me no more blues... ♪

You may want to take
a look at the top one.

It looks a little sketchy.

I'll send it up to the lab

for a threat assessment.

Anonymous package,
no return address.

What do you think
the chances are we watch this

and it isn't deeply disturbing?

(chuckles)

Betamax. Got it.

Okay.

All right. (sighs)

Hey, can you believe
that watching a movie at home

used to mean jumping in the car,
driving to a video store

and hoping that the movie
you wanted to watch

was available to rent?

Yeah, those poor souls.
Seriously.

Nowadays you can just,
you know, fire up your phone

and watch the
Fast and Furious franchise

from the comfort
of your own toilet seat.

Yeah, it's a great time
to be alive.

And thank you so much
for that mental image.

JUNIOR: Well, you know,
I was hypothetically speaking.

You know, uh,
I obviously don't do that.

No, of course not.

Should we watch the tape?

Mm-hmm.

TANI:
All right, here we go.

Okay.

Looks like it was taken
from some sort of hidden camera.

(labored breathing,
distorted conversation)

Can you make out
what they're saying?

(labored breathing continues)

TANI:
No, but can you hear that?

Sounds like breathing.

It's coming from
whoever shot this video.

(labored breathing continues)

Great. So some perv
just sent us an old sex tape.

No, this isn't a sex tape.

I think we just
watched a murder.

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 8x21 ♪
Ahuwale Ka Nane Huna
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♪ ♪

So?

So?

Do you want to discuss the, uh,
uh, pink donkey in the room?

There's a pink
donkey in the room?

The pink elephant.
You know what I mean?

What's that?
The elephant. The elephant.

What are you talking about?
Noriko.

What about her?

“What about her?”

Well, uh, after everything
she put Adam through, uh,

you think it's just
a coincidence

that the same day she dies

is the same day
that Adam skips town?

You don't find that to be
a little cause-and-effect-ish?

Until I have some clear evidence
in front of me

that implicates Adam
in any of this,

there's nothing
to discuss, Danny.

Oh.

Well, what about
when you do have

some clear evidence?
Then what?

Then I'm gonna have a very
difficult decision to make.

Boys.

- Hey!
- Thanks for coming by.

Great to see you.
Good to see you, man.

Come on.
(chuckles)

DANNY: Nice, uh, spread.
STEVE: Whoa.

STEVE:
Look at this place.

Oh, hello.

Gentlemen, allow me
to introduce

Lady Helen Mortimer.

- Oh, hi. Hi.
- It's lovely to meet you both.

- You, too.
- Harry's told me so much about you.

HARRY:
Back in my MI5 days,

I used to run security
for the Mortimers.

When I found out they'd be
vacationing in Hawaii,

I, um, thought I'd pop in
and pay a visit.

And we are thrilled to have him.

Harry's like family to us.

Well, you guys certainly
draw quite a crowd.

The lobby's full
of photographers.

We had to, uh, knock a couple
guys out to get to the elevator.

Mmm. I thought my
days of being chased

by the paparazzi
were long gone.

But then my daughter
hit puberty,

developed a rebellious streak

and suddenly became the favorite
of every tabloid editor.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, and here she is.

Lady Sophie's just woken up,
so I do apologize

if she's a little
bit grumpy.

Just getting ready for
my wild night out on the town.

HARRY:
Lady Sophie, these are

my friends, Steven and Daniel.
How's it going?

DANNY: Very good.
Hi.

How are you?
HARRY: You know, um...

Commander McGarrett
and Detective Williams

have both had the honor
of meeting Her Majesty.

STEVE:
Yes, it's true, we have.

It was, uh... it was
a career highlight for me.

DANNY: Yeah, it
was pretty cool.

We got, uh...
we got medals.

They gave us, uh...
we had fish and chips for lunch.

I liked it a lot.

She had a big sword.

So, let me get
this straight.

You're, like, a, um...
like, a royal, um...

I am.
How many people

have to die before you
become the queen?

- Hey, hey.
- Legitimate question. Is that a faux pas?

You don't ask
something like that?

Uh, well... (stammers)

It's fine.

No, the truth is
I've never actually counted.

Ah.
Oh, she has.

- It's 34.
- Mmm, long shot.

SOPHIE:
So, boys...

shall we?

Hmm? What?

Oh, um, about our lunch.

Just a slight change of plan.

♪ One, respect ♪

♪ Better watch every word
on your lips ♪

♪ And two, don't get too ahead
of yourself, not yet ♪

♪ Three, I bet you ain't never
had a touch like this ♪

♪ And number four,
stop asking for it... ♪

Sorry about this, chaps.

This is Lady Sophie's
standard holiday move.

She underpacks,
and then insists on turning

her first day
into a shopping spree.

It's okay.

Are you serious right now?

I'm hungry.

Oh, yeah, I know.
We're all hungry.

Where'd you get
the animal crackers?

I was with
Charlie today.

And he's five.

So you have to have snacks
for five-year-old kids,

'cause if their blood sugar
drops too low,

they act like, um, psychopaths.

- Give me a cracker.
- No.

Give me a cracker.

This is my food.

You know what?
HARRY: Might I suggest...

that when Lady Sophie reappears,

we all agree
that whatever she's wearing,

we say it looks fantastic.
Yep.

Then we can all go and eat.

Good idea.

Hey, put 'em away.

Hey.

Stunning.

That is amazing.

You should get
that outfit.

I don't know.

I'm not convinced
by the trousers.

I'm just not loving the cut.

STEVE:
I like 'em a lot.

No, you're right.

I think the
high-waisted jeans

from before.

The pink suede mules are...
are good. Keep those.

And the silk bomber jacket
from three outfits ago.

I think that's the jam.

Take note, gents.

This one actually knows
what he's talking about.

Let me get
everything together,

and we'll grab that lunch, yeah?

Okay.

How?

Well, um...

I have a 16-year-old daughter,

and I have a really good
sense of style.

(sighs)

I appreciate
your patience, gents.

Lunch is
definitely on me.

Well, given how empty
my stomach is,

it's probably gonna cost you.

(chuckles) It's amazing
where the time goes.

I was there when Sophie
was born, you know.

Watched her grow up.

She was such
a sweet child.

It's been a few years
since I last saw her, and, um,

well, let's just say
she's changed quite a bit.

It's called
puberty, buddy.

Yeah, my daughter's a different
person every single day.

It's a nightmare.

Hey, I just feel
like it's my duty

to warn you guys
that my personality

is about to take a...
a serious left-hand turn

if I don't get some food
into my system.

Agreed.
Thank you.

What was that?
Don't talk to me

unless you have more
animal crackers.

Sophie?

How we doing in there?

Sophie?

Sophie?

She's gone.

TANI:
Based on the video format

and the quality
of the recording,

it looks to be
about 20 to 30 years old.

Yeah, and unfortunately,
we were unable to I.D.

any of the people
in the footage.

GROVER: All right,
first things first.

Are we sure this is even real?

I mean, it certainly
looks that way,

but the only way
to know for sure

is if we talk
to whoever sent it.

And whoever that person is
went through

a lot of trouble
to cover their tracks.

There's no return address,
and according to the lab,

there was no prints
found on the package.

We sent the envelope to CSU
for handwriting analysis,

but the chances that that gets
us an I.D. are slim to none.

All right, for now, let's say

we treat this
as a genuine murder.

First thing we're
gonna need to do

is establish
our crime scene.

In order to get a video

from this point of view,
it means that either

the owner of the motel
or an employee

that worked at the motel

found a way to get a camera
and mount it up there

so that anybody staying
in the room wouldn't notice it.

Well, check this out.

You hear that
heavy breathing?

At first,
we thought this was

just the creeper
exerting himself.

(groans)
Yeah.

But according to Noelani,
that kind of breathing

is indicative of
a chronic respiratory condition,

most likely COPD.

It would be nice
if we knew

which motel this was.

That way, we could
cross-reference past employees

and maybe find one of them
who had COPD.

Yeah, see,
that's what we were thinking,

but unfortunately, we don't have
a lot of information to go off.

I mean, based off the
tropical-themed decor

and the complimentary
lei, it looks like

a local motel.

But beyond that,
it just seems impossible

to pinpoint
a specific location.

- Impossible?
- Yeah.

(chuckles)

Young people.
Nothing's impossible.

Just means you two young'uns
gonna have to get down

and do some good,
old-fashioned police work.

Now, this video is our best
and our only lead,

so here's what we have to do--
we have to dive deep.

We have to analyze

every single clue that we can
grab off here, and then we can

cross-reference that
against motels

that were operating
at that time.

TANI: On an island this size,
that could mean

hundreds of
possible locations, easy.

Then we better get started.

(woman screams, gasps)

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

Hey. Where's the girl?

Blonde, British,
barely legal.

HARRY: Listen, mate,
we traced a request

for a car from her phone
to this vehicle,

so we know you picked her up.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

She just told me to keep driving
until I got pulled over.

DANNY: Huh.
That's very smart.

Which one of you is Harry?

I am.

_

TANI: So, the lab had a go
at cleaning up

the sound on the recording.

Unfortunately,
the camera was too far away.

It didn't pick up much.

And what it did get
was mostly inaudible,

except for this.

MAN (distorted, faint):
I never promised you anything.

Did he say,
“I never promised you anything”?

TANI:
Yeah. It's creepy.

But it doesn't get us
any closer to getting an I.D.

Okay, what else?

There's this.

You see how it gets
brighter there?

Those are car headlights
sweeping across the window.

Which means that the room
was on the first floor.

- Very good.
- Yeah.

Must be one of those drive-
up-to-your-door type motels.

Right.
And check this out.

GROVER: Oh, yeah,
those were the good old days.

Back then, people used cell
phones for making calls

instead of standing around
looking at damn cat videos.

Yep. And we identified it
as a Motorola

MicroTAC Elite.

They were manufactured between
the years of '94 and '97.

I was thinking we should look at

missing persons cases
during that time frame.

I mean, who knows?

It could get us an
I.D. on the victim.

What about the room key?

JUNIOR:
Yeah, we looked into that, too.

Looks pretty generic.

It doesn't have the name
of the motel on it

or any distinguishing
characteristics.

Yeah, except
the room number-- 13.

Well, it could explain
the victim's luck,

but other than that,
it's not very helpful.

GROVER: When people build
hotels, they do so

under the assumption that
most people are superstitious.

That's why, when you go up
in a tall building,

you never the see the number 13
on the elevator bank.

I would assume that,
uh, it's probably rare

that a motel would have
a room number 13.

So we find one that does,

and it could very well
be our crime scene.

Boom.

Well, I just broke the
news to Lady Helen.

How'd she take it?
Not well.

I had to promise
I'd find Sophie

and get her back safely.

The girl has no idea

of the risk
she's put herself in.

Look, Harry, I mean, uh,
we're not going anywhere.

We're gonna make sure you get
this kid back safe, all right?

HPD's got a description.
Every cop on the island

is looking for her.
We're gonna find her. Promise.

I wish I found that
more comforting,

but as you've
already seen,

Lady Sophie is
extremely resourceful.

I spoke to some friends
back in London.

Had them run a deep
surveillance dive

on all of Sophie's devices
and social media accounts,

and, uh, it appears
she's wiped her phone clean

and was clever enough not to
leave any clues behind as to how

she's intending on spending
her time on the island.

All right, well,
this shouldn't be too difficult.

She's 16 years old, right?

So we just gotta go to
the source that knows her best.

You, uh... you know
Sophie's best friend?

Mmm, Harry Langford.

Calling me at home
in bed after midnight.

What would my father say?

He'd tell you to be quiet
and listen,

because this is serious,
Carlotta.

Sophie's gone off
on a little adventure.

Well, how did that happen,
Harry?

Aren't you supposed to be
looking out for her?

Where is she?

How the hell should I know?

DANNY: Listen,
you're supposed to be

her best friend.
She probably texts you

every time you go
to the bathroom.

This is Detective
Danny Williams

and his partner,
Steve McGarrett.

Hello.

Hello, Steve McGarrett.

Hi.
Carlotta, please.

Assuming you're right

and Soph did say
something to me,

why would I betray
her confidence

and share that information
with you?

Now, listen here,

you puffed up
little trollop.

You're going
to tell us

what you know, and you're
going to tell us right now.

'Cause if you don't,
I'll be having to have

a word or two
with your father.

It's frozen. I think she got
disconnected or something.

CARLOTTA:
No.

I'm just trying to process

that whole “trollop” bit.

I think I'm done with this call.

STEVE:
Oh, Carlotta.

Hi. It's me.

Steve.

I know this seems
like a fun joke.

She slipped her bodyguard.

She's out there
exploring the island,

having a fun time,
but the bottom line is--

if word gets out that
a British royal is on the loose,

Sophie could find herself
in a bunch of trouble.

You guys are such killjoys.

She's met a boy there.

When? How?

On a dating app.

STEVE:
Okay. All right.

You got a name for this kid?

No, but Soph texted me
a photo of him the other day.

He's actually quite cute.

Oh. Well, that's good.

Uh, could you send us
the photo, please?

Uh, for investigative
purposes,

not because he's cute...
allegedly.

Yeah. All right, fine.

Hi. I'm calling
because I think my parents

may have honeymooned
at your motel.

It was back in the '90s.
'95 if I have my dates right.

Yeah, anyway,
it's their anniversary,

and I'd love to book them
in the same room

that they stayed
in back then.

I do know that they stayed
in room number 13.

Could that have been your motel?
So you don't have a room 13?

No room 13, huh?

You did? Really?

Okay, so the manager's saying
that this place-- the Avalon--

they renumbered their rooms
a while ago,

but they did at one point
have a room 13.

It also looks like
they remodeled

at some point
in the last ten years.

Let me have a look at that.

JUNIOR:
Check it out.

TANI:
Holy crap.

That's our motel.

You sure this is it?

Room 13.
At least it used to be.

Okay, so...

Decor's a little bit different,
but the basic layout's the same.

I think this could be it.

Say, was there ever an opening
in this ceiling?

Like, for an AC vent
or something?

The rooms were remodeled
before I started working here,

but as far as I know,
they've always

used wall units
for the air-conditioning.

Huh.

Okay.

We need to get up
into this attic.

And by “we,” I mean you two.

♪ ♪

JUNIOR:
Watch your step.

Hey. Check this out.

Looks like someone spent
quite a bit of time up here.

TANI:
Look at this.

Looks like
an old AC vent.

Yeah, but it's
not connected.

Give me your knife.

Hi there.

Hi.

Looks like we found
our crime scene.

(labored breathing)

You know what the weird thing
about all this is?

I think I have a good idea,
but, uh, go ahead.

Well, if it wasn't
for creepy, heavy-breathing guy

and his weird,
perverted obsession,

we wouldn't know anything
about this murder.

I'm not
defending him.

- I knew you were gonna...
- Well, it kind of sounds like you are.

- No, I'm not defending him.
- Yeah.

I'm just saying
it was useful to us.

Okay.
From our point of view.

Obviously,
I'm appalled by somebody

videotaping people
having sex.

Uh-huh.

I mean, without
their consent, obviously.

So, I just spoke
with the owner.

He bought the place
ten years ago.

Okay, so he's not our guy.

Right, but the man
he bought it from

had owned this place
since the '70s.

So, then, that's the guy
we need to talk to.

GROVER: That's gonna be
a little problem.

He died three years ago.

Come on.

HARRY:
I can't believe Sophie

ran off with this pond weed.

What could she
possibly see in him?

Oh, come on, man.

Her father's an
actual lord, right?

This guy's a...
pond weed.

She's rebelling.
Makes total sense.

All right, good news is he
does not have a criminal record.

Oh.

Doesn't have a driver's
license, either.

So there's no way
we can identify him.

You guys, get
out... move away.

I gotta do everything?

Look. He may not have a license
or a record, but...

if he is under the age of 30,
he definitely has

a social media footprint.

HARRY: Well, if he isn't
behaving himself,

I'm going to leave a pretty
heavy footprint on his face.

Look at you,
all tech savvy.

DANNY: I got
a 16-year-old daughter.

Nothing I wouldn't do
to spy on her.

STEVE:
Travis Lynch.

Complete and utter Muppet.

That's a new one.

Hey, uh, Danny,

bring up his
timeline thing.

STEVE:
There we go.

Oh, look at that.

These photographs
were uploaded

less than an hour ago
from the Muse Beach Club.

HARRY:
There.

That's Sophie.

Says, uh...

“Scored a real-life princess.

Hashtag, life goals.”

Firstly, she's a lady,
not a princess.

And secondly...

Actually, I don't have
anything to add to that.

I just want to kill him.

Hey, Harry.

This picture
has over 300 likes.

Which means we're not
the only ones who know

Lady Sophie's at this party.

We better pick
her up quickly

before the wrong kind of people
realize she doesn't have

any security with her.

(dance music blaring)

♪ Go out of your mind,
get crazy like psycho ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Crazy like, crazy like,
crazy like psycho ♪

♪ Somebody say hey ♪

♪ We wanna party ♪

♪ Hey, we wanna party... ♪

I know this song.

It's the one that gives me
a bad headache.

Hey, uh, Harry, I think
we should split up,

cover more ground, huh?

Uh-huh.

♪ Go out of your mind,
get crazy like psycho ♪

♪ ♪

Yo, pops,
this is a private party.

(grunting)

♪ Crazy like, crazy like,
crazy like psycho ♪

♪ ♪

(yells, groans)

You're not Lady Sophie.

Dude, are you serious
right now?

Where is she?
Where's who?

STEVE:
Hi, Harry.

Hi.
I guess, uh...

I guess you found Travis.

Yo, I bought a bottle
to reserve this cabana.

You can't be here right now.
Why don't you

get on your feet
and kick me out of here?

DANNY:
Everybody calm down.

Let's, uh... let's move
back from the party.

You... you can stay there.
Everybody, let's-let's, uh...

let's clear this area.

This is crazy.
I didn't do anything.

You want to talk?

You can call my dad's lawyer.

He can...

Ow!
Kind of had that coming.

That, like, really hurt.

Good.

Now that I have
your attention,

let's start with where
Lady Sophie Mortimer is.

Looks a little
like the girl

that you were playing
tonsil tennis with.

Yea-high, blonde,
very smart.

English,
way out of your league.

I don't have any idea, dude.

Well, that's not
the right answer, is it, matey?

Which means I'm gonna have
to break one of your arms now.

But I'll be a
gentleman about it

and let you
choose which one.

You-you guys can't do this.
You guys are cops.

No, actually,
we're cops.

He's, uh...
he does his own thing.

STEVE:
Yeah, and while you do

your own thing,
we're gonna look this way, okay?

O-O-Okay, okay!

I'll talk.

Excellent decision.

I met her on a dating app.

I was just minding
my own business,

swiping left,
and then boom, we match.

I mean, she's hot,
she's got good chat.

She has an amazing body.

Did I say body?

I meant personality.

DANNY:
That was good.

Good save.
TRAVIS: Anyway,

we message back and forth,
and she tells me

she's gonna be on the island
for a couple days.

She wants someone
to show her a good time.

So I tell her

I can get her into
this sick party,

and she said she was down.

So you arranged
to meet, huh?

Right.

She has me pick her up
outside this store on Kalakaua.

I had no idea this chick
was, like, royalty or whatever.

As far as I know
from her profile,

she's Katie from London.

And then I find out
she's some kind of princess

when people
start recognizing her.

But she didn't exactly
play it on the down-low.

What does that mean?

I mean that chick
really knows how to party.

♪ Ah, I'm walkin' in the club ♪

♪ All eyes on me,
shake it, shake it up ♪

♪ It's a celebration
every time we link up ♪

♪ Yeah, move on the dance floor,
on the dance floor ♪

♪ Move on the dance floor,
on the dance floor ♪

♪ Move on the dance floor ♪

♪ On the dance floor ♪

♪ ♪

(screaming)

♪ On the dance floor,
on the dance floor ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom,
boom, b-boom... ♪

A little while later, I decided

I should go get her a drink.

It was a Shirley Temple,
before you ask.

But when I get back,
she's sitting

on some other dude's lap.

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

I felt kind of used.

But I was, like, whatever.
This chick is bananas.

I'm sorry, but she is.

STEVE:
Okay. So, was that

the last time
you saw her?

No. Um...

a little while later,
I saw her split

with these two chicks.

And no, I don't know
who they are.

Well, what'd they look like?

They were blonde.

DANNY: So we're looking
for three blonde girls.

This is a good lead.

Yeah, with this head start,
she could be anywhere by now.

Hold on a minute.

Excuse me, old chap.

Couldn't help noticing you
all alone here.

Yeah, I'm married.

To a woman.

Lovely as you are,

I'm more interested
in your camera here.

You're a photographer, right?
Freelance, I'm guessing.

Yeah, uh, what tipped you off?

You've got that

“buzzard hanging around
a water hole” look about you.

Plus, I recognize you
from the crowd of paparazzi

outside the Hilton
this morning.

Is that a celebratory whiskey?

Did you get your shot?

I did.

Not that it's any
of your business.

Actually, it is.

We're gonna need to take
a look at that camera, okay?

HARRY:
Ah.

Here we are.

PHOTOGRAPHER: As soon as
the bureau desk opens,

those pictures go in.

Spoiled little princess
partying with men twice her age.

(chuckles) The tabloids
go crazy for this stuff.

Your family must be
very proud of you.

Look, you might not
like what I do,

but I gotta make a living.

Those pictures are worth
a lot of money to me.

What pictures?

What'd you do?

You deleted them.

I'm gonna sue you!

You hear me?

(knock at door)

Hey, listen, I just
heard back from Noelani.

She pulled the medical records
of the man who owned the motel

back when the tape was made.

No evidence
of a pulmonary condition.

All right,
so we rule him out, then.

Junior's trying to dig up
some employee records.

Maybe one of them
might be our Peeping Tom.

Okay. Um, in other news,

I may have just
I.D.'d our victim.

Oh. All right, I'm listening.

So, I was looking at open
missing persons cases

from '94 to '97,
and I cross-referenced them

with images that I took
from the video.

Look what I found.

Hmm?

GROVER:
Lara Levy.

Mm-hmm.

I looked at her HPD file.

Her roommate at the time
told the police

that she was in
this secretive relationship

with this guy from out of town.

So, then, he becomes
the main avenue of inquiry.

But HPD never finds him,

so her...

her missing persons case
goes unsolved.

You got something on your mind?

Yeah. Just...
I just think it's sad.

I'm sitting here
20 years later,

I'm going through
her case file...

I'm trying to find
something about this girl

that's gonna tell us something
about who her killer is.

And I'm doing that
because there was

no one at the time
that cared enough about her

to find out.

There was nobody

fighting for justice
on her behalf.

You know, she wasn't married,
she was an orphan.

She had nobody.

So she was just forgotten.

(sighs)

TANI...

This is the tough
part of the job--

these type cases.

They don't always end

with us knocking
on somebody's door

and giving them the news
that they've been

waiting years to hear
and give them closure.

Sometimes there is no closure.

No closure, no healing.

Not in the here
and now, at least.

Sometimes it's just about us
getting justice for the victim,

and that's all.

And that's enough.

Hey, I got something
y'all are gonna want to see.

So I just heard back
from the lab.

They got some DNA
off an old soda can

that we found in the attic.

They ran it and got a hit.

JUNIOR:
Arthur Dubbins.

He's in our system
for theft

and aggravated assault,
and guess where he used to work.

The Avalon.

Mm-hmm. He was the handyman
there for about 15 years.

GROVER: Okay. We got
a current address on him?

JUNIOR:
I do, but we're not

gonna find him there.

Why not?
Arthur Dubbins collapsed

about three weeks ago
from a stroke.

He was admitted to the hospital

and has been
in a coma ever since.

(monitor beeping)

GROVER: Mrs. Dubbins, I have
here the admitting forms

from when your husband
checked into the hospital.

Can you please verify for us
that this is your signature?

It is.

The handwriting analysis
determined

that these two samples

were a 98% match.

You sent that to us.

You wanted us
to find out who did this.

GROVER: I can't imagine
how difficult

this must have
been for you

to keep that secret
all these years.

I'm sure you wanted
to go to the police

and tell them what you
knew the whole time.

Only your husband
wouldn't hear of it, am I right?

TANI:
Then he had a stroke.

He went into a coma,
and you thought,

“This is my chance to finally
do the right thing”.

But what if somehow he woke up?

Found out what you did?

What then?

Mrs. Dubbins...

I can promise
you one thing.

Regardless of what
happens to your husband,

we can protect you.

We will protect you.

You have my word on that.

But, ma'am, we're going to
need your help on this case.

It was so long ago now.

Arthur...

hadn't been sleeping.

He was drinking more.

I could tell there was
something eating at him.

When I confronted him...

...he finally told me
what he'd seen.

Did your husband
know the identity

of the man who
committed the murder?

I think he did.

Why do you say that?

Because he had access
to the guest logs.

And the one time
I asked him about it...

...he hit me.

Said, if I were ever
to tell anyone what he'd seen

or if I went to the police,
he...

he'd kill me.

(sniffs, sighs)

There's something else.

Something I think
you should see.

♪ You gonna know my name ♪

♪ I ain't playing no games ♪

♪ Don't try to tell me
what to do... ♪

Where's this party, then?

Over there, on our
friend Oliver's boat.

We're super early,
but don't worry--

it'll pick up soon.

♪ Watch me, watch me ♪

♪ One, two,
one, two, three, four... ♪

♪ ♪

Come on.

It'll be totally lit.

I promise.

All right, so the plate
on the BMW

came back as a rental.

It's currently on loan

to a James Hollis
of Detroit, Michigan.

Did we run background
on this guy?

Yeah, I did, and I got
absolutely nothing.

You know why?

There is no James Hollis.
It's a fake name.

Whoever rented this car didn't
want it traced back to them.

I'm getting a very bad feeling
about this.

Well, there is some good news.

Well, let's have that, then.

Apparently, the Beemer

has a vehicle recovery system.

Rental company's
checking into that right now.

Soon as I hear from them,
you're my first call.

STEVE: All right, thanks, Lou.
All right.

How's it going, kids?

You know when
you're watching a video

with your family
and a sex scene comes on?

No.

Okay, well,
this whole thing's

kind of been like that,
hasn't it, Junes?

JUNIOR:
Yeah, I've seen a lot

of stuff I wish I could unsee.

TANI:
But, um,

within all the kink,

we did find
nine recordings

of Lara with the same guy.

JUNIOR: And the dates match
with those her roommate provided

in an old HPD
missing person report.

So this has to be the guy
that Lara was seeing.

GROVER: All right,
how you doing on I.D.'ing him?

These are the best screen grabs
that we could get.

As you can see, the camera angle
is really working against us.

It's basically impossible
to get a visual

that's gonna help us
identify him.

Okay, what about audio?

I mean, the two of these

must have had some conversations
that ended up getting recorded.

I'm sure they did,
but Dubbins only recorded

the bits when they were
getting down to, you know...

Yeah, yeah.
TANI: Yeah, we did find

two times, though, where Lara
refers to him as Paul.

Okay, so here's
what we know.

The killer's
name is Paul.

He was between the
ages of 30 and 40.

And according to Lara's
old roommate's statement

when Lara first
went missing,

she would see this
man at this motel

every Thursday
for a few months.

That's not a lot to
go on. We know...

GROVER:
Hang on.

There's a pin
on that jacket.

Zoom in on that pin.

GROVER:
There it is.

He was here
every Thursday

because he was
on a layover,

because he's an
airline pilot.

Okay, so if we can
figure out which airline

that pin is associated
with, we can I.D. him.

Well done.

TANI:
Later, Uncle Lou.

Oh, not for me,
but thank you.

Suit yourself.

So much for that party,
I guess.

Well, it's been lovely,

but I think this is
where I bow out.

Go sit down.

I'd really much rather not.

If I was you,

I'd keep my mouth shut
and do as I was told.

'Cause if you want any chance
of getting off this boat Al...

(groans)

Perhaps I can save you all
a lot of bother.

You're clearly massively
out of your depth.

I mean, what was the plan?

To kidnap me?

Demand a ransom?

Look, I hate to disappoint,
but there are people

who already know I'm missing,

and they are not
the sort of people

you want coming after you.
Trust me.

Best option all around
would be to...

to let me off this boat, and
we'll let bygones be bygones.

I have a terrible memory
for faces anyway.

I'm just gonna put this all down
to a silly misunderstanding.

No hard feelings, okay?

Great speech.

But we're not gonna ransom you.

We're gonna sell you
to the highest bidder.

A bona fide princess
like yourself

should fetch top dollar.

♪ ♪

(door handle jiggling)

It's locked.

Allow me.

I could've done that.

SS Martha.

Clever girl.

Got a nice, rich prince for you.
(camera clicks)

You'll make a
lovely couple.

Well, you won't
technically be a couple.

More like you'll be joining
his roster of girlfriends.

(camera clicks)

Some might call it a harem.

(sobs)

(camera clicks)

Come on, now.

Stop crying.
You'll ruin the photo.

We want the prince
to like what he sees.

Don't we?

The prince might notice
a black eye, but...

...maybe he won't care about
a few bruises on your body.

HARRY:
Good afternoon, everyone.

Who are you?

Where the hell
did you come from?

HARRY:
To be honest,

it's a long story,
and it's probably

not worth getting into
right now.

Sophie, you all right?

OLIVER:
What...

you're her dad?

Come to pick her up?

I'm just here to make sure
she, uh, gets home safely.

(chuckles)

What about you?

Who's here to make sure
you get home safe?

Oh, he should be along
any minute.

To help me beat
you imbeciles to death.

(man grunts, yells)

STEVE:
What'd I miss?

Hey, Soph.

How about I just shoot you two

in the head and dump
your bodies overboard? - Whoa, whoa.

Okay, all right. Take it easy.
Hold on for a second.

He's got a point. I mean...

Strange choice
of hand cannon.

Beretta M9,

double action.

It's got a 13-pound
trigger pull.

He's right. By the time you
actually squeeze a round off,

I'm gonna have that thing
in your mouth.

Why don't you two
just shut up and die?

(grunting and groaning)

SOPHIE:
Well, um...

I had a good run, but...

I think it's time
I go home now.

Mm-hmm.

(knocking at door)

Mrs. Hoff?

I'm Captain Lou Grover with
the Hawaii Five-O Task Force.

What's this all about?

Lara Levy.

♪ ♪

Sarge.

I got something.

Oh, you're safe.

Thank God.

Well, technically thank Harry.

And Steve and Danny as well.

Hello, darling.

I came as soon as I heard.

Daddy.

Hey.

You, uh, want to grab
a beer or something?

So, uh, is, uh, she hip?
Does she know?

Does who know what?

Does she know

that you are her real father?

I mean, the way she had us
running around the island.

She's very elusive,
you know.

It's, uh... it's like you
guys are very similar.

And that look you
had on your face,

uh, when you thought
she was in danger.

That is... that is the
look of a scared father.

I know that look.

And not to mention when,
uh, Lord What's-His-Name,

he showed up and she
ran into his arms,

gave him a big hug,
you looked like

you were about to
throw up, so...

(sighs)

Lady Helen was
separated at the time.

And, um, when she told me
she was pregnant,

I very much wanted
to do the right thing.

Which, in the end,
meant accepting

her decision to go back
to her husband.

STEVE:
Harry, can I ask you

a question?

Hmm?

You think the kid
has a right to know

who her real father is?

If she ever asks,
I won't lie.

In the meantime,
I'll always be there for her.

Fair enough.

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