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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Jeff's going to be

the first American president from Hawaii.

Vote for Jeff Kinkaid, or else!

-Perfect.
-If we go public now,

it'll look like an obvious
bid to get votes.

They way things are going,
your campaign may need it.

He's as good as dead.

You use that tape, and I'm gone.

I'm not anxious to become
a grieving fiancée.

If I already know the truth,

how long will it be before
the press learns it, too?

This could cost us the election.

You're a friend
of the Kinkaids, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm not.

-Rebecca?
-Experienced divers like Danny

don't make mistakes with their equipment.

That's nice.

Now, how about
you give me I can really use?

Ha ha! That's it. This guy's
as good as dead.

Gotcha.

[man] Island International
is ready to funnel

another half million into
the Kinkaid war chest--

No, no, no, listen,

this is Jeff's first campaign.

I don't want him beholden to anybody.

-[cell phone ringing]
-Damn it, Matt, relax.

Every dollar contributed
through my bank is strictly legal.

Kinkaid.

Tell him we're not ready
to sell the Kinkaid Oahu.

Not now, not in the foreseeable future,

not at any price.

Aloha, Mrs. Fletcher.
Welcome to the Kinkaid Oahu.

-Thank you.
-You've been pre-registered.

Penthouse suite number one.
Compliments of Mr. Kinkaid.

Oh, and we do have messages
for you, too. Here you go.

-Thank you.
-You're very welcome.

[man] The campaign money is clean.

Come on, Matt, ease off, will you?

Look, you've got my word.

I will not do anything to embarrass Jeff.

Good, because if you're
lying to me, Brett,

I swear I won't just
kick you off this campaign.

I'll make sure that nobody
in all these islands

ever does business with you again.

Jess!

Ha ha!

You're early.

We had a tail wind all the way from Tokyo.

-How was the book tour?
-Oh, exhausting.

Six countries in two weeks.

Incidentally, thank you
so much for your hospitality.

Well, I'll never forget yours

when we brought the boys to Cabot Cove.

-You'll stay through the election, right?
-Oh, I can't.

They've advanced
the publication date on my new novel.

[woman on P.A.]
Telephone for J.B. Fletcher.

Please pick up a courtesy phone.

Hello, this is J.B. Fletcher.

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher, this is Bill Forsythe.

I'd like to invite you
to appear on my show.

I appreciate your invitation
to appear on your show, Mr. Forsythe,

but I'm here in the islands for a rest.

-I understand.
-Thank you so much.

Good-bye.

Jess, I was the soul of discretion

after you told me that all you wanted

was a little rest and a lot of fun.

It was the other way around.

Well, the fun part starts this afternoon.

We've invited a few friends

to a Luau fundraiser for Jeff

at the old plantation.

He'll be there, of course,

and so will Danny and mother.

Oh, and how is Rebecca?

She's feisty as ever,
and can't wait to see you.

Oh, great.

Matt, I read about
the election on the plane,

including an in-depth article
about Randy Thompson.

It must be a difficult
situation for Danny...

I mean, his brother
running against his boss.

He'll live with it.

Jess, I've had this dream too long

to let a little inconvenience get
in the way of my plans

for Jeff's political career.

He's going to be the first American
president from Hawaii.

[phone ringing]

[people chattering]

Who's the girl?

We're working on it.

Where'd you get the video?

-It was dropped in the mail slot.
-Bull!

You had Thompson under surveillance,
and you got lucky.

-Wrong.
-Where's your evidence, Danny?

In my gut. Shred the damn thing.

He's protecting his boss.

I'm protecting my brother.

Jeff, you leak this,

and you smear yourself
as a cheap, dirty-tricks politician

for the rest of your career.

There won't be any "rest of my career"

unless I win on Tuesday.

He's right. It's a tough
league for rookies.

One strike, and you're out.

There's still time to turn it all around.

Keep hitting the issues.
The environment, crime--

If we've got this, why not go with it?

Keep making sense. But this--

Suggestion.

We wait for the new poll this afternoon.

If we're still losing ground,
we'll reexamine our options.

Danny? Agreed?

I said my piece.

You use that tape, and I'm gone, for good.

[woman] I want them held.
They've seen their lawyer.

Let them yell. I don't care.

Book them and isolate them now!

I love tough cops.

You're supposed to, especially this one.

I came for my pressure gauge,

so I can start diving again
before I get too old.

We're still checking it out.

A week it takes to check an air gauge?

Listen, Buster, I'm not anxious

to become a grieving fiancee.

If someone wants to kill you,

I want to find out about it.

Your boss' disposition any better

since he got ahead in the polls?

Randy's just doing his job.

[phone ringing]

You're busy. I'll see you later.

Detective Matsumoto.

[woman on P.A.]
Telephone for J.B. Fletcher.

Please pick up a courtesy phone.

This is J.B. Fletcher. [chatter]

Excuse me, Miss Dougherty,
package for you.

No, I'm so sorry. You're very kind,

but I'm not giving any interviews.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher. I'm Liz Dougherty,

Jeff Kinkaid's campaign manager.

Yes, and I'm very pleased to meet you.

Thank you, and likewise.

And I have a confession to make.

You're a little late, Miss Dougherty.

Several members of the media
have already told me

that it was you who told them
that I was in the islands.

Well, I will just apologize.

I thought that if you
and the right people got together,

you might mention
your old friends the Kinkaids,

and that could translate into votes.

No more, I promise.

Good. I'll hold you to it.

These just came in from the Macau police.

Brett Reynolds, and of course you
recognize Martin Osborn.

I'll add them to the file.

Last week you said
you'd have a case by now.

I was wrong. But--

Damn it, Danny. We've got Osborn dead-bang

sending a ton of cash
out of southeast Asia

and a flood of unexplained
money coming into Hawaii.

And not enough evidence to prove
it's coming out of Reynolds' bank.

And from there, right into
your brother's campaign chest.

Danny, are you sure you aren't

unconsciously dragging your feet on this?

What I started to say,
Randy, if you'll let me finish,

is that I've finally got a man
in place in Reynolds' Bank,

a guy who's as good as they get at
uncovering money laundering,

no matter how hard they try to bury it.

[chuckling] You're a genius, Joe.

I never thought anyone would be able
to straighten out these accounts.

Thank you, Sir. It wasn't
just the arithmetic.

The computer codes were corrupted.

Well, I'm assigning you

to the same kind of troubleshooting
at our Hilo branch

and boosting your salary 10%.

That's very generous of you, Sir.

I've got a lot of friends in Hilo.
When do I start?

They'll be expecting you tomorrow morning.

Terrific.

Um, one thing, Sir.

About the Kaanapali beach file.

What about it?

If I could spend one more day on it

and meet with you for
half an hour tomorrow?

Uh, morning's dead.

[intercom buzzing]

-Yeah.
-Mr. Osborn is here to see you.

Tell him just a minute.

Um, tomorrow, 2:30. I'll notify Hilo.

Yes, Sir.

Mr. Osborn. I thought
you were in Hong Kong.

I decided to take a holiday

to observe your elections.

You did receive the additional
two million we dispatched

on behalf of our chosen candidates?

It's been put to work.

Good.

Frankly, Reynolds, we're very concerned

about Jeff Kinkaid's drop in the polls.

I believe I have made it abundantly clear

that it's not in our interests to
see Randall Thompson

seated in the senate.

Look, we're doing the best we can.

But I've gotta tell you
that Jeff's brother Danny

is the loose cannon.

He could put us both out of business.

We are very aware of Danny Kinkaid.

Very much aware.

[traditional Hawaiian music playing]

[guests applauding]

As you all know, like my grandson here,

I ran for political office once myself,

A little too aggressively,
they used to tell me.

-You remember, Jessica?
-Indeed.

I suspect they mean that you were a woman

before your time, Rebecca.

Exactly!

And you damn well better get home

and mix some poi,
like a proper tutu wahine.

Well, I believe my grandson
is ahead of his time, too.

A candidate for the next century!

Another question? Now, no more questions.

Everybody, go have a good time.

And vote for Jeff Kinkaid, or else!

Oh, this should have
a warning label on it.

[both laughing]

Sharon, you should keep an eye

on your young man's fit and finish.

Now, that would have made
a great campaign photo.

If it were the candidate's collar.

Rebecca, thank you so much for your help.

Oh, the pity is he needs it.
I love your necklace.

Thanks. I found a new
coral reef to ravage.

Gotta rescue Jeff.

Well done, Rebecca.

Adequate.

If I may, it's quite apparent

that Danny is still
your favorite grandson.

Fortunately, other people aren't as
perceptive as you are.

Somebody in this family
has to look out for him.

-Jessica!
-Hello, Danny.

-Welcome to Hawaii.
-Thank you.

And, Sharon, how lovely to see you.

Hello, Jessica. It's so great
to see you, too.

Oh, we met during my training
over at N.Y.P.D.

sun instead of snow.
Somehow it agrees with me.

You bet.

Okay, what?

Jeff, I've got an idea.

Why don't we give all these people

a big, happy surprise

and announce our engagement?

Come on, we've talked about this.

Jeff, is this how it's going to be?

Is your dad gonna be pushing your buttons

for the rest of your life? Of our lives?

No, he's not. But he's right.

If we go public now,

it's just gonna look like
an obvious bid to get votes.

"Rich candidate to marry girl

from wrong side of the reef"?

The way things are going,
your campaign may need it.

It's not the right time, Liz.

Honey, I'm sorry.

[hukilau song playing]

We've got 50 T.V. spots
scheduled between now and Tuesday.

But I have to admit,

I don't like the way the polls are going.

Well, then buy another 100 spots.

This is about winning, Jeff.

And if you need money
on Wednesday morning,

it'll be there.

[sighs] The hukilau.

The net is cast out and drawn back,

and many fish are caught.

Jeff, for the last time,

Reynolds and his bank
are gonna bring you down.

Danny, enough. I've seen the accounting.

Every penny that Reynolds raised for me

is from individuals all over the islands.

Right. And the fish in the net

can get away any time they want.

[sizzling]

[indistinct chattering]

Danny, the latest new poll...

we've lost another point.

I know what you're thinking.

We've got to go with the Thompson video.

What do you think, Liz? Where and when?

We can drop it off at
channel 5 tomorrow morning.

Then you do it without me.

I'm out of here.

Pal, you sure picked
a great time to let your hatred

for your brother
and your old man bubble up.

-You son of--
-Danny, don't!

Let's get out of here.

Everything we want is in
Reynolds' personal computer

in a file called "Kilauea".

Hmm. Hawaii's hottest volcano.

Like the subject matter,
I figure it covers payoffs,

disguised Campaign
contributions, also sources.

Dirty money transferred
illegally into Hawaii

from criminal organizations abroad,

Yakuza, drug cartels, and others.

Including Osborn.

Here's our problem.

I have one shot
at getting it out of there.

Late tomorrow morning,
when Reynolds is at a meeting.

Can you download it onto a floppy disk?

No, he's got a watchdog on it.

But we can use his modem,

send it via phone to another computer.

What about you going back
to the bank right now?

Security's too heavy at night.

Business hours are better,
when I can move around.

Is your office computer secure?

Negative. It's on an open network.

But I do have access to a secure one.

I don't know, maybe
I shouldn't have walked out.

Danny, you acted on principle.

And you were right.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello? [chatter]

No, I can't. Cancel that.

I won't be in till this afternoon.

-I'll reschedule.
-Right.

Okay, bye.

I wish I could grow orchids in Cabot Cove.

Afraid your winters are a little harsh.

Listen, I'm gonna be trucking these to
the Botanical Gardens,

then heading up to the sugar mill.

Oh, I thought that was long gone.

No, no. I'm going to donate it

as an historical site.

Ben just stops by to keep it up.

And Danny uses it sometimes as an office.

Probably your last chance to
see it as Kinkaid property.

[chuckles] I'd love to,
Ben, but thank you.

-It's good to see you again.
-Likewise.

Be careful, bruddah, you hear?

I hear you. Nothing to worry about.

Rebecca?

You're right, Jessica.
There is something to worry about.

A great deal, in fact.

Danny's lucky to be alive.

Oh, come on, grandma. I had
a diving accident about a week ago.

If it was an accident.

There's reason to believe it wasn't?

The coast guard had to fly him to
a decompression chamber.

It's a miracle he didn't die.

Experienced divers like Danny

don't make mistakes with their equipment.

My pressure gauge glitched.

There's been no evidence
found of any tampering.

As if he didn't have enemies.

She means that I've put
a lot of bad guys away.

Look, if I worried about
everybody that hated me,

I couldn't do my job.

Anyway, time for a swim.

Take care.

I'll see you in an hour, okay?

Perfect.

[motorboat revving]

Hey! Hey, what are you...

Hey! Cut it out! What are you doing?

[indistinct chattering]

The coast guard called
for another chopper.

He can't be gone, not like this.

We used to race in from the point.

Danny's the strongest
swimmer I've ever seen.

The press has been calling.

Do you want me to issue
a statement for you?

You know, "I have every faith that
he'll turn up safely"?

Yeah. No.

[sighs] Oh, God.

Right on top of the Thompson video.

I haven't leaked it yet.

I was planning on doing it this morning,

but then Matt called about Danny.

Damn it, Liz, this could
cost us the election.

What?

I don't know.

I guess I don't understand
how you could be thinking

about anything but Danny.

They're doing all they can do.

Yes, of course.

Did you find anything, Jessica?

Only Danny's shirt, towel and shoes.

I sent them off to forensics.

Any sign he ever got out of the water?

The tide is rising.

His footprints would've been washed away.

He's gone.

No! There's no reason to believe that.

He could have been caught in a riptide

and carried 20 miles away from here.

I pray to God you're right.

And there's that motorboat Jessica heard.

We may know a lot more if we find it.

The operator might have seen him,
might have even picked him up.

Mother, why don't you
try to get some rest?

I'm all right!

As soon as you hear anything.

Sure, Matt.

Always it was as if Danny
were some sort of distraction.

Keeping Matt from his real work,

grooming Jeff for political office.

[men chattering]

[dial  tone]

[line  ringing]

[phone ringing]

[warbled beeping]

I don't know if being in love with someone

whose disappearance you're investigating
is a plus or a minus.

They didn't give us that scenario
at the police academy.

But I do know for sure that I need
all the help I can get, Jessica.

How much do you know
about Danny's current investigation?

Who he might be antagonizing?

Very little.

Danny never talked about his work.

Never mind where I was this morning.

This is about something
entirely different.

I've got in my hand
a recording made last night.

A little conversation
Danny Kinkaid had in his office.

Let me tell you about it.

Just what do you think
you're doing, Mrs. Fletcher?

Actually, I came to see you, Mr. Thompson.

But your secretary said that you were out.

So you figured you'd rummage
through Danny's office?

I'm quite sure you're as concerned as I am

about what has happened to Danny.

I thought it might be useful

if we talked about his current cases.

You're a friend of the Kinkaids,
Mrs. Fletcher. I'm not.

Besides, if, as it appears,
Danny has drowned,

I certainly don't intend
to give the public

access to the cases he was working on.

So if you'd just be kind enough to--

Mr. Thompson, thank you
for your cooperation.

This tape was anonymously
deposited in channel 5's...

Thompson's finished.

We'll see.

The man you see is Randall Thompson,

the current district attorney in Honolulu

and a candidate for the U.S. Senate.

We have no comment at this time,

except to tell you that the young woman

has not yet been identified,

although we're working on that now.

The afternoon news...

Cheap. Danny was right to veto it.

( phone rings )

Yes? [chatter]

Thanks.

The lab.

Bombed out on Danny's shirt and shoes.

Nothing.

-What about his phone?
-His phone?

His secretary called him
when we were on the terrace,

and I saw him put his phone

back in the pocket of his shirt

before he went down to the beach.

I didn't notice it there.

[typing]

No. There's no cellular phone
on our inventory.

Why don't you try his number?

Okay.

The mobile customer
you have called is not available...

Either it's turned off or out of range.

Ah. Try the sugar mill.

I'm dialing.

[line  ringing]

[modem screeching]

Sounds like a fax or modem.

Uh, may I?

-Oh, yes. Please.
-Thanks.

[ringing]

Hello? Oh, yes, Jessica,
is there any news?

I can't be sure yet, Rebecca.

Could you tell me if Danny's car
is still parked out in front?

Yes, it is.

What about his bicycle?

It was leaning against
the wall on the terrace.

Why, no, it's gone.

Thank you, Rebecca. I hope to be able

to explain in a little while.

The sugar mill would be reachable
on his mountain bike.

I'd better alert the Lieutenant.

Listen, Sharon, if Danny's alive,

he's obviously gone to
a great deal of trouble

to keep the police out of this.

You're right.

Freeze! Put the gun down!

On the ground! Now!

Keep your hands high! Turn around!

I just...

I didn't kill him.

Back away from the gun!

Ben was...

Sharon, Ben was my best friend.

I saw the gun outside.

I wasn't thinking that
it was the murder weapon.

I picked it up. I came in here.
That's when I saw Ben's body.

You can put your hands down now.

Danny, they'll be running a paraffin test.

Detective Matsumoto.

I need a homicide forensics team.

The old Kinkaid sugar mill on Weaver Road.

I'm sure you had your reasons, Danny,

but you put everyone through hell.

I'm sorry, Sharon, but I--

How long have you been here?

A couple of minutes.

[Sharon] Where did you leave your bicycle?

[Danny] It's out there behind Ben's truck.

[Sharon] Did you see anyone?

Five of six.

[Danny] No.

Danny, what the hell is going on?

So the computer
at the mill received a file

transmitted by an undercover man

at Brett Reynolds' Bank.

Evidence enough to put Reynolds away

for currency violations,

corruption of public officials,

election fraud, you name it.

Information that was probably copied
onto the missing disk.

And someone tried to kill you
this morning out in the bay.

Yes. I was about halfway out into the bay,

and I saw this outboard
motorboat coming at me,

one of those rubber-inflatable jobs.

Which means it could've been deflatable.

That's probably why
we haven't been able to locate it.

Right.

Anyway, the pilot of the boat

started circling me,
leaving this trail of chum.

Shark bait? My god.

Can you identify him?

Well, he was wearing a full mask.

The dive suit was black.

It had a silver stripe on the shoulder.

After he finished spreading the chum,

every shark in the Kauai Channel
came in for dinner.

I was supposed to be the entree.

I survived because I knew
the only hope I had

was to not move and to hope that they'd
be too busy to notice me.

Well, after a while,
they finished and swam away.

Thank god.

I knew I'd be generating a lot of grief.

But right then I didn't feel

like I could confide in anyone.

I hoped if I got back to the mill

and examined the new computer file,

maybe I could find a clue

about who was trying to take me out.

-Mm-hmm.
-But someone beat me to it.

And killed Ben,

who was at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Your undercover man...

Did you by any chance
have a meeting with him last night?

Well, yes. But how--

I stopped by your office.

I noticed a notation on your calendar,

The letter "Y".

His name is Joe Yoshinaga.

Well, could he have tipped someone?

Or come up here by himself?

Anything's possible, but--

Did anyone besides you and Yoshinaga

know about the transmission?

No one. Joe and I hatched the idea

together last night in my office.

Thank god he's okay.

But why protective custody?

[chattering]

Ben?

[sighs] Oh, um...

yeah. Okay. Yeah. Thanks, Sharon.

She wouldn't go into details right now,

but Ben was killed at the old sugar mill.

I can't believe it.

Danny, Ben and I, we were always together.

It was probably vagrants or squatters.

That mill is deserted
for months at a time.

We're up four percentage
points since the video.

And we still don't know who the girl is.

Wait till somebody gets a line on her.

What is it, Jeff?

I'll tell you what it is.

Maybe I've just gotten
religion or something,

but a good friend of mine
has been murdered,

my brother was almost killed,

and we're cackling about popularity polls

and some poor girl's
about to get skinned alive.

Oh. Good evening.

I heard that Danny's in police custody.

And I saw he left a pass
for you downstairs. Why?

That is between Danny
and me, Mr. Thompson.

Do you have any idea what's been happening

to my wife and children
since this morning?

Photographers, reporters...

I'm so sorry.

I know all about your call

to the Immigration Service.

Because of the tension

between you and Danny,

and what happened to him today,

I felt I should learn
all I could about you.

And when I saw you
with that young woman on television,

I knew that your kiss
wasn't that of a lover.

You see, on the plane,

I read a magazine story all about you.

About your exemplary service in Vietnam

and your later visits there
concerning prisoners of war.

Those dates, and what I saw on T.V.,

prompted my call
to the immigration service.

And according to them,

you brought a child and her ailing mother

back from Vietnam in 1979.

The young woman I saw on television

is that child, isn't she?

She's your daughter.

No. No, she's--

Mr. Thompson, if I already know the truth,

how long do you think it's going to be
before the press learns it, too?

Anna's a sweet girl. Sensitive.

She wants to go to college.

She doesn't deserve
to be badgered and hassled.

I'm sure that's true.

I can't let them hurt her.

There's only one way out of this thing.

I'll have to withdraw from the campaign.

Look, I'm still a friend
of the Kinkaids, Mr. Thompson,

and obviously I want to
see Jeff win on Tuesday,

but not this way.

We checked all the other islands.
Nobody makes or stocks

any wet suits with stripes
on the shoulder.

What about the listening device?

Strikeout. No fingerprints
and no way to trace it.

At least we know how Ben's killer learned

that Danny was planning
to transfer the file.

[phone rings] Yes? Yes, bring him in.

We got an anonymous phone tip
about an hour ago.

The caller said that Matt Kinkaid's car

was on Weaver Road near the sugar mill

at about the time Ben was killed.

-Hello, Matt.
-What have you got?

We found this red dust on the hood

and the tire rims of his car.

It matches the soil at the sugar mill.

This was in his glove compartment.

A floppy disk, bravo brand.

There's enough in here
about illicit money transfers

to put Reynolds away for good.

Where were you this morning
after you left Rebecca's?

Well, I...I went to
the suite at the hotel.

-For how long?
-A couple of hours.

Alone?

I didn't know what happened to Danny.

I didn't want to be with anyone.

Surely you can't think I killed Ben.

Matt, don't leave Honolulu.

[Rebecca] Those are the five good bruddahs

of Ben Kamaka, Jessica.

They've scattered his ashes
on the sea he loved so.

Knowing Ben, he would've approved.

[women sobbing]

[band playing traditional Hawaiian music]

Hi.

How you holding up, mother?

I'm so happy about Danny.

But Ben...

I know. I loved him, too.

I'm sorry we're late.

My bodyguard.

-You okay, gram?
-You scared the life out of me!

You're my darling, you know.

We're gonna miss Ben, aren't we?

Yes.

[Danny] Jessica.

What is it, Danny?

Nothing.

We just got word on Danny's air gauge.

The o-rings were deliberately fouled

with some kind of acid
that made them porous.

And we found the boat hidden in a grove

about three miles away
from here, deflated.

Any luck tracing the boat?

We're trying, but we also found something

on the beach nearby.

A small tube of antibiotic salve.

Over-the-counter, but powerful stuff.

What is it, Jessica?

Sharon, I think I know
who killed Ben Kamaka.

What are you doing here?

I've got an appointment in three minutes.

I suggest you cancel it.

We thought you'd like to join us.

Someplace quiet,

where you won't be bothered

by people asking embarrassing questions

about Island International Bank
and its clients.

I don't understand.

Jeff Kinkaid's campaign is back on track.

I've erased the kilauea file.

The pity is, there's still
a living history of it.

You.

I'm not going anywhere, Osborn.

[gun cocks]

[Thompson] The young woman
with whom I was shown

on television yesterday is Anna Rawlings,

my daughter. She was eight years old

when I brought her and her mother,
who has since died,

over from Vietnam.

I kept her a secret

from my dear wife and my children

for fear of losing them.

Well, I was wrong.

Now it's up to you, the voters at home,

to decide at the polls
whether you, like them,

can understand and forgive.

Thank you very much.

Well done.

Won't help Thompson now.

We're in.

Everything all right, Jess?

Thanks, Matt.

Liz, I notice that you wear your watch

on your right wrist.

Yes.

I've never known
a right-handed person who did that,

but left-handers often do.

You are left-handed?

Yes.

But when we first met,

I noticed you signing
a delivery with your right hand.

Is that because your left hand is injured?

[laughs] Yes.

Well, not my hand. My shoulder.

Where you cut it on some coral
while you were diving?

And, of course,
coral wounds readily infect

and have to be treated with antibiotics.

What is this about, Jessica?

Coral would certainly have torn
your diving suit, wouldn't it?

This morning, at the funeral,

I noticed that one of Ben's friends

had repaired his guitar case
with a strip of silver duct tape.

And I thought of the silver stripe

that Danny said was on the diving suit

of his would-be murderer.

A stripe that wasn't a stripe at all,

but a length of silver duct tape

used to temporarily repair
a rip in the wet suit.

I don't understand.

We found your black
wet suit in your apartment,

slashed on the left shoulder

and repaired with silver duct tape.

And I'm sure that by tonight

we'll have traced the boat to you.

Tell us about Ben Kamaka, Liz.

I had nothing to do with
what happened to Ben.

Wrong. We also found this
in your apartment.

The entire kilauea file,
incriminating Reynolds

and a lot of other people, including you.

It was the same disk
you planted in Matt's car.

Only on that one, you erased anything

that could incriminate you.

Liz, there's only one place

you could have gotten this disk.

And that's at the mill,

where Ben was murdered.

[chuckles]

That's ridiculous.

How could I have even known about it?

Boone Aldridge bugged Danny's office

and told you what he had heard.

-That isn't--
-Save it, Liz.

Boone Aldridge already
gave us a sworn statement.

[sighs]

All right.

I went to the mill.

I didn't have any idea

that Danny was still alive,

or that Ben would show up.

But I knew I had
to get my hands on that file,

and I had to get it out of
Danny's computer.

It was still downloading what
Yoshinaga was sending

and I was copying it onto the disk...

[door slams] when I heard Ben's truck.

I hoped he wouldn't see me,

but when he came in
and headed for the computer,

I had no choice.

No. No!

I had to make certain that no one

would ever be able
to access Danny's computer.

Liz...

I did it for you.

You know that, don't you?

It's what we wanted, together.

But I guess, when it came down to it,

I wanted it more than you.

Jess, I wish you could stay
for the election.

Unfortunately, I can't.

I think we can win it all.

Now that you've publicly
disavowed Reynolds

and hired me as your campaign manager.

Good, huh? Ha ha!

Have I got some news!
Brett Reynolds and Martin Osborn

have just been picked up in Hilo on
their federal warrants.

Aloha, Jess. Thanks for everything.

Be sure to come back
next time you need a rest.

[laughs]