All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.2010.S07E10.HDTV.x264-LOL

You're safe here, Reese.

Let my voice be your guide

as you feel the tension
dissolve from your muscles,

and your eyelids grow
heavier and heavier...

until they close.

Now, I'd like you to imagine

you're at the top
of a tall staircase.

As I count back from ten,

I would like you to take
one step with each count...

growing more and more relaxed.

Ten...

nine...

eight...

Keep going.

When you get to the fifth step,

you will enter the water.

Walk into the water.

Let it surround you.

By the time you reach zero,

you'll be completely submerged.

Completely...

relaxed.

Reese, you're now
in a hypnotic trance.

In this state,
I'd like to explore the source

of your anxiety.

In your nightmares,
tell me what you see.

The woods.

What is it, Reese?

No, no, no!

What's there?

What do you see?

There!

Let's go!

Lock the area down.
Lock it down.

I got something.

Reese, don't!

Did I do this?

Mom... Dad...

Did I do this?!

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 7x10 ♪
Ka Luhi
(The Burden) 00:02:44,953
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@elder_man

Okay. So, which
one's your sister?

I'm looking.

Since when do
insurance agents

get to have
this much fun?

I wouldn't worry about it,
buddy.

If she's anything like you,

I'm sure she's having
a miserable time.

She's nothing like me.

I mean, she's like
a bucket of sunshine.

Glass is always
half-full...

with her, you know?

That's my sister
right there.

- I got it.
- What are you doing?

Right, right,
right, right, right.

We're going too far left.

That's your sister?

Yeah.

You got it.
Go, go, go, go!

Dig! Dig!

Yeah, she's...
she's pretty cute.

What's the matter with you?
That's my baby sister.

Why don't you tell him that?

That guy's getting
a little handsy.

I thought you said
she was married.

She is married.

He's spotting her.
He's doing the thing.

He's-he's spotting her?
Yes.

That is a man who
just rounded first base

and is getting ready
to slide into second.

That-that's my sister.

You're sick.

You got it!
You got it!

Go, go, go!

Well played.

Bridget!

Hey.

Uh, I'll be right back.

Look at you,
on a paddleboard.

I'm very impressed.

Hey.
Oh, man, I love Hawaii.

You know it's snowing
back in Jersey?

Bridget, this is Steve,
my partner.

And this is my baby sister,
Bridget.

Aloha.

- Hi. It's great to finally meet you.
- Welcome to Hawaii.

- Great to meet you.
- You know, I've heard a lot about you.

I hope, uh, at least
some of it was good.

Mm, yeah.

What's that? What's...
Mostly.

Well, my mother
called you a catch.

I love your mother.

By the way,
while I have you,

it's a little late,
but thank you very much

for the cookies
you sent Danny and I

when we were, uh,
recovering in hospital.

That was very sweet.

Oh, yeah, no problem.

How's the new liver?
It's good.

Thank you very much.

But I have been reading
in these medical journals

that sometimes
the recipients

of organ donations start taking
on the traits of the donor,

so I'm a little concerned
about that.

Ooh, yeah, let's hope
that doesn't happen;

one Danny is more than enough.

Oh, look at that,
what you guys did.

You got something in common,
that's so nice.

Excuse me for a second, please.

It's McGarrett.

Okay, copy that, I'm on the way.

Guys?

Hey, uh, listen.
Huh?

I'm really sorry,
I got to rain check brunch.

Okay? But you stay,
have a nice visit.

Enjoy yourself.

Yeah, I'm sorry
you're gonna miss out.

Me, too. I hope I...

I hope I get to see you
again before you leave.

- Yeah, same here.
- Bridget!

We got to go.
Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, one sec.

All right.

Bye, guys.
Bye.

So, when you get the message,

please... give me a call back.

Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Hey, cuz.

Hey.

Oh, everything okay?

You know, I don't know.

Sara and I usually talk
every day, but I haven't heard

from her in almost a week.

I keep leaving messages

for Jorge and Maria but--

I can't help thinking that

they're distancing us
on purpose.

Well, you know, um,
she's at a new school,

making new friends.

That's probably all it is.

Why don't you try that again

and maybe, uh,
this time look me in the eye?

Cuz, you don't really
want to know what I think.

Actually, I do.

Okay.

I think you might have taken
things too far.

Multiple background checks,

having a judge
delay the adoption.

I mean, you even used Sara
to recon their house.

If I was them, I wouldn't
want you in Sara's life.

Cuz, I love you.

But you're gonna have to make
things right with that family

if you want to have any kind
of relationship with Sara.

You know what?

You're right.

You're right.

Thank you.

So, why are they
hypnotizing this kid again?

His therapist was trying
some New Age mumbo jumbo.

According to her,
Reese suffered

from a lot of blackouts.

There'd be like-like
whole chunks of his day

that he couldn't remember.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm sorry, just to,
just to be clear,

you're telling me that

an emotionally
disturbed teenager

who's been having blackouts

now all of a sudden knows
where a body is buried?

Yeah.

I mean, obviously,
we got HPD sitting on him

until we know more, but yeah.

Gentlemen, what I have here
are the remains

of an adolescent female,
estimated to be

16 to 18 years of age.

Unfortunately,
due to the extent

of the soft tissue decay,
I cannot actually determine

the time or cause of death.

However, based on the

compound fractures to the torso,
and the blow to the anterior

of the skull, I can safely say

that our victim died
an extremely violent death.

Hmm. You have an I.D.?

Not yet, but I did send
bone marrow samples

to the DNA lab for processing.

Oh, and, uh, I found this CD.

This was inside
her jacket pocket.

“I'm sorry.
Meet me at nine.

Our spot”"

Well, maybe we should run
that over to Eric,

see if he can pull
some prints off it.

maybe match it to Reese.

Guys, we got a hit
on that bone marrow DNA

in the Missing Persons'
Database.

You're not gonna believe it...

this is Maggie Reed.

Maggie Reed?

Are you sure
about that?

100% match.

Who's Maggie Reed?

Maggie was a star softball
player at Kukui High.

Ten years ago, she-she left
the house one night.

She never came home.
It was a huge case.

Half the island was
looking for this kid.

You say ten years ago?

Yeah.

Well, that would make Reese

only eight
when Maggie was killed.

Yeah, I think it's safe to say

he didn't do this.
Yeah.

Well, then how the hell did he
know where the body was buried?

I don't know.

So, at the moment,
we believe your son witnessed

somebody burying Maggie Reed's
body in the woods ten years ago.

Now, according to
your therapist, Reese,

at that age, seeing
something like that,

it's possible you
could've blocked it out

as a way to cope.

Thing we're having
a little difficult time

understanding, though,
is how an eight-year-old

ends up out in the woods
that time of night,

you know, in the first place.

Well, we used to live
in Maunawili, so...

those woods were
behind our house.

We used to go camping
there sometimes.

And Reese played
in those woods

almost every day.
All the neighborhood kids did.

Even at night?

Well... there
were a few times

I snuck out after dark.

I had this, um, this little fort
that my friends and I built.

I'd hang out there when, uh...

...if you guys were fighting.

So, then it's possible

that you went out there
during an evening or something,

or maybe you snuck out while you
went camping, either-either way,

you just wandered out
in the woods

and you happened to stumble
on somebody digging a grave.

I-I guess.

Reese, why don't you describe
the person that you saw?

I already told you
everything I remember.

The flashlight.

Raincoat.

Any sounds you remember?
Maybe...

you heard this person's voice?

I don't think so.

Need you to, uh...
to try to think back, Reese.

Try to remember.

I am trying!

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Look, Commander,

our son's been
through a lot today.

Of course.

You guys should go home,
get some rest.

I'll show them out.

Folks, this way.

How's the kid holding up?

He's pretty shaken.

Tell me you got something.

Yeah. I do.

Eric processed the CD
found on Maggie's body.

If there were any prints,
they've long since degraded.

But he was able
to recover the data.

It's an old school mixtape.

“Without You,”
“Used To Be My Girl.”

“How Can You Mend
a Broken Heart.”

We know if Maggie
had a boyfriend?

Actually, I'm thinking
it came from an ex.

Songs aren't just about love.

They're more
about heartbreak and regret.

All right. So, we need to dig
into Maggie's personal life.

Where were we
with the old case files?

HPD's on it.

I was also able to track down
Maggie's parents

on the mainland.
I'm gonna reach out to them now.

Yeah, good.

After ten years,
they deserve to know

what happened to their daughter.

Mmm.

That is so good.
I got to learn how to make that.

Good.

What are you grinning about?

What am I grinning about--?
What are you talking about?

I'm happy! I'm happy
you're happy, that's all.

You got a new job,
everything's going good,

I'm happy. That's it.
Yeah. It's good. I mean,

don't get me wrong,
it's great to be

a stay-at-home mom too, but...

it feels really good to be
outside in the world again.

Hey, look, if, uh, discussing

actuarial tables and, uh,

dismemberment and
accidental death,

if that brings you
joy and happiness,

then I'm happy for you.

Thank you.

Everything's good at home?

Sophie's still
playing Little League,

please...
No. She's not.

Sorry.

All she cares about
is Minecraft,

and chasing Pokémon,
hanging with her friends.

And Ted? Ted's, uh, he's good?

Ted, yeah? Yeah. He's good.

You know, he's just...

really busy, ever since
he got the promotion last year.

Lot of hours in the office,
and business trips, all that.

Mm.

But on the plus side, I get
the TV all to myself at night.

Bridget!

Hey!
There you are!

Hey.
Uh, this is Spencer.

He's got the bigger office
next door to me.

Yeah, but you got
the better view.

True. Oh!

Sorry. Spence, this is
my brother, Danny.

Oh! The, uh...

cop/father of two.
Yeah. That's me.

It's nice to meet you, man.
Good to see you.

So, Bridge, we have a seminar
in seven minutes.

Another seminar?
Actually, you know what?

Good, I could use the nap.

Hey. We got to go.

- But we're still on for dinner tonight?
- Yeah.

Absolutely. Uh, 5:00 p.m.
Bali Steak and Seafood.

Okay.
No, no, no. I got this.

Come hungry. All right?
Thanks. You're the best.

I love you.
Love you, too.

See you later.

Take care.
Nice to meet you, man.

Day drinking, now?

So fun.

What have you Ben up to?
Uh...

just working a little bit.
Oh, you mean managing

your fantasy football team?
Oh! You know me. You know me!

Thank you. Yep. Bye, bye.

Hey.

Think you might be right.
Well, that's...

very good news.
Care to elaborate?

Okay. The guy,

uh, the goofy kid on the...

paddleboard with my sister?

I think something
might be going on.

Are you kidding me?
How do you know?

Well, I-I don't know for sure.

But I was sitting there,
and I was...

I was having drinks with her,
and this guy comes in,

and they had
this very strange vibe.

And then,
he called her “Bridge.”

which made me
want to throw up.

Mm-hmm.

Then they go to leave together,

and he, as they walked away,

put his hand right on her back.

Then what?

That's it.

He put his hand on her back?

Yeah.

Okay. Just for me.

Okay. Uh...

He, he put his hand on her back,
and you thought, that's it.

They're on, that's...
No. That's how...

you put your hand on my back.
Right.

That's not, this is this,
this is this and this...

is how he touched her.

Feel the difference?

Yeah. It's very different.
Right?

I can come back.

No.

No.

Uh, I just, uh,
I just talked to Duke.

It turns out the case file
on Maggie Reed was checked out

years ago by a detective,
Pearson Yang.

He was on the original
investigation,

and he's now part
of the Cold Case Department.

Oh, that's great.
Danny and I will...

go talk to him now.
Thanks, Kono.

Let's go. I'll walk you out.

Get your hand off me.

Just do me a favor
and shut up, okay?

Just shut up.

What, am I breathing
too loud?

No, I can hear you
thinking.

Oh!
You-you are thinking

that I am overreacting.

That I'm being ridiculous,
about this thing with Bridget.

Okay? I know these things,
all right?

Just like I knew that Grace
had a boyfriend, I know this.

Maybe nothing has happened yet
with Bridget specifically,

and Spencer, or whatever,

but it's-it's on
its way to happening.

Okay? Trust me. I know.
I am her brother.

You're also a cop,

and gut feelings can be wrong.

You know that, too.
Yeah, I know.

Finally.

Oh, look at this!
What a coincidence.

She's got to cancel dinner, now.

Because a work thing
has come up.

We're gonna have
drinks now, instead.

Danny, nothing's happening!

Her whole thing
is a work thing.

I know it's a work thing,
and it called

S-P-E-N-C-E-R.

Meet Travis Wilson.

High school dropout,
a couple stints in juvie

some bar fights. Maggie,

on the other hand,
was a straight-A athlete

with two very successful,
very strict parents, so...

naturally, she fell

head over heels
for this scumbag.

Detective Yang,
why do you think he killed her?

Well, they kept their
relationship a secret,

but the rumor was,
she dumped him

two days before she disappeared.

Okay. Did you, uh...

you question this Wilson kid?

He denied they
were ever dating.

I could never prove otherwise.

All I had was
high school gossip.

And did Wilson have an alibi?

No. And that night,

he was unaccounted for between
8:30 p.m., when he got off work,

and 10:00 p.m., when he showed
up at a bar in Waimanalo.

Meanwhile, Maggie left her house

around 8:15.
She told her parents

she was going out
to study with a friend,

who told us they
never made plans.

So, you think they met up.

Yeah.

I just couldn't prove it.
But it all fits.

Maggie drops him.

Wilson's angry, humiliated.

So, he lures her out of the
house somehow, and kills her.

All right.
Um, you should probably

take look at this, we, uh...

found it amongst
Maggie's remains.

This is Wilson's statement.

Yeah. Look at that, Danny.

S's are the same.

9's the same.

Same handwriting.

Travis gave this CD to Maggie.

I was right-- they
were seeing each other.

Maggie left her
house to meet him,

and the lying
bastard killed her.

Hey, Travis.

You ever think of giving up
on that piece of crap?

Aren't you a
few months early?

“A few months early”?
What's he talking about?

This guy shows up
every year on the day

that Reed girl disappeared.

Wants me to confess to something
I had nothing to do with.

Who are you guys?

Five-O.

You recognize this?

Where'd you get that?

We, um...

we found it with
Maggie Reed's remains.

Never thought we'd find her,
did you?

Travis, clearly, uh...

Maggie meant something to you.

Was she your girlfriend?

We talked about running away
together.

Just thought,
maybe she went without me.

So, you finally admit it.

Only took about a decade.

You've been lying
to me for years.

I lied to you because I knew
you'd never believe me.

Come on. I know how this goes.

Guy like me's never gonna
get a fair shake from the cops.

You lied because you killed her.

I loved her!

I had nothing do with this.

Okay.

Hey.

If you had nothing to do with
this, why don't you tell me

how things happened
with you and Maggie.

We'd been seeing each other
for a few months.

Kept it quiet.

It was cool at first,
but after a while...

...I didn't want
to hide it anymore.

But she said we had to.

I thought she was ashamed of me.

It turned...
into this huge fight.

I-I was being a jerk.

I wanted to tell her
I was sorry.

So, I-I made her that CD

and left it outside
her bedroom window.

Um,
on that CD, uh,

you said “our spot.” Where
was... where was your spot?

It was this part of Sherwood
Beach no one ever went to.

We would always go and hang out.

But...

Maggie never showed up
that night.

Now I know why.

Yeah...

My fault.

She never would've
left the house

if I didn't give her that CD.

I showed Reese

Travis Wilson's picture,
but it didn't jog his memory.

All right, so the kid

can't say one way or the other

whether Wilson
was the guy in the raincoat.

Is that right?
No.

But he thinks it's because
he wasn't under hypnosis

long enough to get
a look at the person's face.

The good news is that Reese

is feeling better
and wants to help.

He's willing to go back under
and have you guys observe.

Well, all right.
Well, it's worth a shot.

Okay.

I'll set it up with his
therapist.

Thanks, Kono.

What's the matter with you?

You're still thinking
about your sister?

You remember I told you
about Grace Tilwell, right?

Yeah, your partner from Jersey
who got murdered? Yeah.

What about her?
Well,

uh, about a year into, uh...

my marriage with Rachel,

uh, we started having
some problems.

Work was heavy,
bills were piling up,

uh, loans,
all kinds of stuff.

Grace was the only person

that, uh, that I was
talking to at the time.

Only person I confided in.
Only person I laughed with,

did everything with.
Every day I was with her, right?

One day, I come to work,

and I notice I'm-I'm looking at
her a little differently.

Know what I mean?

I do.
Point is this, okay?

The way that I saw

Bridget looking at Spencer,

that whole thing?
I recognized it.

Why? Because I went through
the same thing with my partner.

I had no idea, Danny.
I'm sorry.

All right?
Well, it wasn't

the best moment
of my life, okay?

Nothing happened.

You know, Rachel said

that she wanted to have kids,
and I realized

what I would be destroying if I,
if I went forward with this,

so I stopped it
before it even started.

Once again, the point is

I see what Bridget is
going through,

because I went
through it myself.

Okay.

“Okay,” what?
Okay. Okay.

You got to talk to her.

When you reach the bottom,

you'll be submerged,
floating,

completely relaxed.

Three... two... one.

Now drift.

Let it all fade away, except
for the sound of my voice.

Come with me, Reese.

Come with me back to the woods.

This time, Reese, go slow.

Pay attention.

What do you see?

Yellow stripes.

It's cold.

I want to go home.

Keep going, Reese.

You're safe.

She's dead.

What else do you see?

There's blood.

Blood on her face.

Blood in her hair.

Reese, listen to my voice.

You're safe. You're warm.

No, no.
There's blood everywhere.

She's dead, she's-she's dead.

I need to go home!
I want to go home!

Reese, the person
in the raincoat--

did you see their face?

Do you see anything else?

Always fresh, always cold.

Always fresh, always cold.
Always fresh, always cold.

Always fresh, always cold.

Always fresh, always cold.
Always fresh, always cold.

That's the last thing
he remembers.

You know, one night recently,
I had a little too much cheese

and then I drank
a little too much scotch.

Well, the dreams I had after
that made more sense than this.

Right, yeah.
He came to and had no idea

what he was
talking about, either.

Hang on a second.

I knew that
sounded familiar.

Uncle Icy was a big deal
ten years ago.

I mean, they had
a shop off Kapahulu,

but that truck went everywhere.

You know, there was
a road about a hundred feet

from where Maggie's body
was found.

Maybe the Uncle Icy truck
was there that night.

Yeah, Reese could've spotted it

while he was moving
through the woods.

Kai Mahelona?

Five-O.

Eh, Five-O.

Howzit.

So...

what can Uncle Icy do for you?

Uh, Uncle Icy can tell us
everything he knows

about Maggie Reed.

I don't know any Maggie Reed.

Think back, 2006.

Teen girl went missing.

Oh, yeah.

Big-time athlete.

What's this got to do with me?

Well, the thing is,
we just found her body,

and we have reason to believe
that your truck

was near the crime scene.

No, that's not possible.

Can you prove
your whereabouts

the night
Maggie Reed disappeared?

Come on, brah, what you think?
What was that, ten years ago?

Why don't you have
a seat, please.

Yeah, Lou.

Hey.

Drop whatever you're doing
and get down to HPD right now.

What's going on?

Travis Wilson just confessed
to the murder of Maggie Reed.

Yang.

What happened?

What happened is
two hours after we left him,

Wilson comes through those doors

and says he wants to confess
to killing Maggie Reed.

Okay, I just...

after ten years,
all of a sudden,

he decides to come clean?

It's different now.

There's a body, the CD.

He knows he was
caught in a lie.

Decided this was
his only move.

Okay.

I was certain he didn't do it,
but I guess I was wrong.

Congratulations.

Must feel good.

Ten years, get your guy, huh?

You're damn right it does.

Buddy, I am
very impressed.

I'm very impressed you
admitted you were wrong.

That is called personal growth,
and I'm very proud of you.

Thank you. Appreciate that.

Yeah.

You going to see Bridget?

Uh, yes, I am.

Okay. Give you some advice?

I give you
one compliment

and now you're Buddha with
the life lessons? What?

Never mind.
No, no, I want to know.

Please, tell me.

Just go easy on her.

Don't be a cop about this.
Okay.

Okay. I'll give you a ride
to the Hilton.

Oh, in my own car
you're giving me a ride?

That's very
nice of you.

Congratulations, buddy.

Nice work.

You, uh, got time
for an appetizer maybe?

Yeah, yeah.

Good.

So, uh, how was
the, um...

the seminar with,
uh, Spencer?

It was good? You guys
have fun or what?

You want to talk about
family deductibles?

I mean, if that's
interesting to you,

we can talk about
family deductibles.

Or we can discuss
these jumbo lump crab cakes.

He, um, he seems like
a nice guy, Spencer, right?

Yeah, he is.
So you want to split them?

Sure. Uh, what about,
uh, what about...

Is he married?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. You?

I mean, I'm just asking a
question, that's all.

Asking what?

Asking what, Danny?

He's a colleague.

I know.

He's just a colleague.
I know what he is.

Okay.

You have something to say,
just say it.

Okay, I'll say it.

Whatever's going on,
you need to stop it now.

Oh, you think you know
what's going on?

I do, yeah.
Mm-hmm.

You know that every morning
I wake up

and I watch the ceiling fan?

And I just feel
the-the air on my face,

and I love that moment.

Because then the dog
needs to be let out,

and I need to make breakfast
for the kids,

and get them off to school.

And then when school's done,
I got to race back.

I have to make dinner,
make sure their homework's done,

walk the dog, and then
it just starts all over again.

I'm doing it
all by myself.

Ted's never around.

I mean, our parents
are never in town.

And if they are in town,
they need something.

Guess who's handling
all that.

Yeah, me.

Because you guys left years ago.

I have no support.

I have no one to turn to.

Honestly,

I feel like, every day...

I get closer to...

completely disappearing.

Until one day,
I walk into work,

and someone actually sees me.

Spencer's a friend. Okay?

He's... he's there for me.

Okay.

I-I don't understand.
Do you want my blessing or...?

For what?
Nothing's even happened.

Nothing's happened yet.

God.

God knows you're a saint, Danny,
but if you could just be

a human being for one second.

Can you even hear me?

I am lonely.

I am so unhappy.

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

Go try therapy, get separated
for a little while.

Well, I'm sorry, unlike you,

I can't just walk away
from my children.

Uh-huh.

You know, my, um, my children
can look me in the eye

and they can know
that I never lied.

Aloha. Can I start you two off
with some cocktails?

No, thank you.

Hello.

Hey. How'd it go?

I don't want to talk
about that right now.

What the hell's
going on?

What'd you do,
dig a grave?

Yeah, I did, actually.

Wilson didn't do it.

Okay.

You need to stop, okay?

The kid confessed.
It is over.

It's not over, Danny.

I leave you alone
for two seconds.

What is the
matter with you?

Hear me out.
Would you, please?

All right, now...

the night of, Wilson's coworkers
say he left work,

what, 8:30, right?

And we got witnesses that
put him at the bar in Waimanalo

at 10:00 p.m.

Which means Wilson
had to leave work,

drive to Sherwood Beach,
meet Maggie, kill Maggie,

drive Maggie's body
back to the woods,

dig a three-by-five-foot hole,
bury the body,

clean the evidence off the car,
clean the evidence off himself,

all in an hour and a half;
which I can tell you right now

is impossible,
because I just tried it.

Okay.

Yeah?

What if their spot was actually
in the woods,

and it wasn't in the beach?
He lied about that?

Doesn't matter. I did a bunch
of different equations,

none of them make sense, none of
them fit for the timeline.

None of it works.

Okay, what if he
pre-dug the hole?

Pre-dug the hole?
That close to the road?

And three feet deep?

I mean, that's some pretty
poor advance planning.

Wouldn't you say?

Not to mention

she was beaten to death.

Somebody caved
this girl's head in.

That-that's a crime of passion.

It's something that
happens in the moment.

Premeditation almost always
involves a weapon.

All right, let's say this
all that makes sense,

we have one major problem.

What's that?
Kid confessed.

Come on, man.

Wilson broke the moment
we showed him

the photo of Maggie's remains.

He blames himself for her death.

As far as he's concerned,
Maggie wouldn't have even

left her house that night
if it wasn't for him, all right?

So the guilt of that,

plus Yang harassing him
for ten years,

I swear, man, the kid just
wanted it to be over.

All right, so now what?

Back to Uncle Icy?

No, Uncle Icy
didn't do it, either.

Turns out in 2006,
he didn't even have his truck.

But I got something else,
we got to go for a drive.

Okay, so the crime scene's
about 100 feet into the woods

this way, right?

I'm walking back to my truck

when I see that.

All right? So I call Uncle Icy,
and I ask him

if he's ever done any
advertising in this area.

And he sends me this.

“Always Fresh, Always Cold.”

So the kid did
not see his truck,

but he saw that sign.

Correct, but here's the thing,

you can't see that sign
from the grave site.

You got to be on the road.

Right, so what is an
eight-year-old kid

doing on the road at night?

He's in an automobile.
He's got to be in a car.

So I think, “What if Maggie Reed

was on this road, too?”

I checked, there's a bus
stop about a mile down there.

And that bus stops
at Sherwood Beach.

Now that,

along with Max's report

that said Maggie Reed
suffered compound fractures.

Right, injuries that

she could've gotten
if she was hit by a car.

A car that eight-year-old
Reese Holland

was a passenger in the back of.

So, in theory, whoever
was the driving that car,

killed Maggie Reed.

I pulled Reese's family's
DMV records.

And it turns out that Reese's
dad filed an insurance claim

on his car in 2006.

He said he hit a boar.
Hmm.

But according to the M.E.,

if he was going about
30 miles an hour,

and hit a 200 pound boar,

there would've been
a lot more damage.

Whatever he hit
was more like 120.

Which was roughly
Maggie Reed's weight.

We also found that
the height of the bumper

with this car was consistent
with Maggie's injury.

When was this claim filed?

That's the thing.

Fred Holland filed it the
day after Maggie went missing.

Son of a bitch.

Ten years
I was chasing the wrong guy.

What kind of cop
does that make me?

It makes you the
type of cop that cares.

All those years weren't wasted.

You kept Maggie's memory alive,

and now you get
to call her parents

and tell them that
we found her killer.

This is all really good.

I like this, but unfortunately
this evidence is circumstantial.

How we gonna get Fred Holland?

I got an idea.

That's good, Reese.

Your body is numb.

You're completely relaxed.

What's going on here?

Why didn't we know about this?
Sir,

your son is 18-years-old, he
consented to this session, okay?

And you know that our son
is not well.

W-Why are you putting
him through this again?

He's told you everything
he knows.

Well, that's-that's the thing,
he may have told us,

but you have not.

What's that supposed to mean?

Ten years ago your
car was in an accident,

the very night that
Maggie Reed died.

We know that 'cause
you filed a report.

You said you hit something.

Yeah, yeah, I remember that.

It was, it was a boar.

Except it wasn't a boar, was it?

What are you implying?

What we're implying, sir,
is that your son is not well.

That he's not well because
he saw something so traumatic

he couldn't process it.

Commander, this
is all a mistake.

Okay.
Honey, let me handle this.

Don't pretend that
you care about him.

You're just using him.

Excuse me, sir.

Maybe your wife's right.

Maybe this is a mistake.
Why don't we find out?

Okay? Humor me for one minute.

Doctor, if you could ask
Reese about the car, please.

Reese, let's go back to
that night in the woods.

And then, farther back.

Back to a car.

Where are you, Reese?

Our car.

The backseat.

Who else is with you?

No one, I'm alone.

Mommy?

I see my mommy.

She's all dirty.

You told me that was a boar.

You told me
that was a boar.

Now, now tell them

that this is nonsense.

Mrs. Holland...

It was an accident.

I'd, I'd had some wine
that night.

Too much.

We'd been fighting.

We were in such
a bad place then.

I was upset.

I had to get out of the house,

so I... I grabbed Reese

and I took your car.

We were gonna go to a hotel.

Why didn't you just
call the police?

Because that's not
how she died, is it?

Maggie had a skull fracture,

except it wasn't from
being hit by a car.

I was so afraid
they'd take Reese away from me.

I panicked.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

All right.

What are you gonna say to her?

I don't know.

You want me to pick you up?

No.

Uh, in fact, once again,
I could've just driven myself.

Yeah, I know. All right.
Thank you, though.

Just call me if you
want me to pick you up.

I don't want you to pick me up.

What do you want, Danny?

Uh...

I-I don't want, uh,
I don't want anything.

I just want you to know
that I love you very much.

And I obviously do not

have all the answers.

If I did, I'd probably
still be with Rachel.

I'm f-far, very far
from perfect.

Bridget, if you do this,

you cannot take it back.

Maybe it'd make you happy
for a little bit,

but, at the end of the day,
it's just...

it's just gonna
make things worse.

And all that stuff about
you being alone is not true

because I am
here for you always.

Always, you call me,
I pick up the phone.

No matter what.

Okay?
Forever.

Hmm?

Thank you.

That's it.

That's all I got.

Do you want to come in?

No, I don't want to
interrupt anything.

I mean, you're all dressed up.

Get in here, you jerk.

Thanks.

Wait a minute.

Ugh.
This...

this is what you flaked
on me, for a cheeseburger?

Yeah, well, plans changed.

Oh! You're watching
Smokey and the Bandit?

Yeah.
Without me?

We watched 6,000
times when we were kids.

I know, I still love it.

Burned out the VHS tape. I'm in.

Uh-huh.

You know what?
What?

Steve kind of reminds me
of the Bandit.

Why? 'Cause he's
reckless and arrogant?

Let me have a...

Diablo sandwich, a Dr. Pepper,
and make it fast.

I'm in a damn hurry.

Remember when you tried to grow

that mustache?

Yeah, don't tell Steve
about that, please.

Okay.

I'm serious.

10-4, good buddy.

Come on.

You must be in a hell of a
hurry, huh, Sheriff?

Bet your ass on that, boy.

Uh-huh.

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