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I'm sorry.

- You mind if we reset in five?
- Of course.

All right. I hear you.

I'm coming.

Stay here.

This Chinese needle stuff,

I don't need anyone I know
thinking I've lost my mind.

I understand.

All right. All right.

Mm-hm.

...change my decision. And before
you say it, I ran the numbers.

They don't add up.
Nothing about this deal does.

So do yourself a favor.

Respect my decision.

How does he look, Doc?

I got to say,
the surgeon did an amazing job here.

- Right on.
- It helps that Eddie's a lucky boy.

The bullet missed all
of his major organs. And I'm...

I'm amazed that he's able to stay away
from the sutures without a cone.

Oh, no, he's been licking himself,
just not there.

Mm-hmm. Well, that shows
an improved range of motion.

All right, Eddie, here we go.
We're gonna have a look at you walk.

- Here we go. Walk around.
- Walk over here. Walk to me.

Walk to me. Come here. Come here.
What a good boy. Turn around.

- No discomfort.
- Good boy. Good boy.

- How's his snoring?
- It's gone. Thankfully, it's gone.

Well, that shows a strong recovery,
so that's good news.

- Excuse me.
- You feeling okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- I'm sorry about that.

Tell you what. Hop up here.
Let me have a look at you.

- Doc, I'm good. I really am.
- Oh, come on, while you're here.

- Have a seat.
- All due respect,

you're a vet, Dr. Shaw. I'm not...

I was pre-med before I switched over
to veterinary medicine, so up you get.

All right. Okay. All right.

Let's see.
You've been getting enough sleep?

- Enough. Yeah.
- Mm-hm.

- A bit of an elevated pulse.
- I rev a little higher than most.

Lift your shirt up.

All right.
I wanna hear you breathe a little bit.

- All right.
- Here we go.

- Doc, I really am fine.
- Just hold on. Breathe.

One more time.

You know, uh,

you and Eddie here are roughly
the same age in human-slash-dog years.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Hey, Eddie, you're officially
over the hill, buddy.

- Oh. Hardly.
- Congratulations.

But I would like to see you taking
better care of your bodies.

And you might wanna consider
taking up a relaxing hobby.

- I'm opening a restaurant pretty soon.
- Oh.

What is that sound you just made?

It's, uh... I was thinking
more about, you know,

playing golf or something like that.

- Golf?
- Yeah, golf. It's a lot of fun.

It's like a business meeting outside.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey, I always said he was an animal...

Forget the restaurant, my number one
stressor just walked into your office.

L, uh, I hate to interrupt the physical,
but we got to go, so come on.

Okay. Well, we were done
here anyway.

- Eddie, you want a treat?
- You want a treat, Eddie?

Doctor, he didn't get a treat?
He wasn't a good boy?

Did he pee on the floor?
Did he bite you? What did he do?

- Thanks, Doc.
- Come on.

- Remember what I said.
- I will. Copy that. All right.

What... what did he say?

He said I should take up golf
to reduce stress.

- That would work, for sure.
- The idea of beating you

with a five iron sounds pretty relaxing.

Victim's name is Mei Lin,
52 years old.

Body turned up in an alley
off Maunakea this morning.

She was found by a local vendor
who recognized her.

Mei was a prominent figure
in the Chinatown community.

She'd been an acupuncturist there
for over 25 years.

She actually had a shop close by
to where her body was found.

- Phone and wallet were missing.
- So, uh, what? A robbery gone bad?

- Doubtful.
- Why?

Well according to HPD, her daughter,
Cammy, is missing.

She worked with her mother,
didn't show up at the shop this morning.

They went to her house,
she wasn't there,

and all their calls
were going to voicemail.

Sorry. The daughter goes missing
the exact same time the mother dies?

Maybe she could be hiding. I mean,
you know, people don't disappear.

- Unless somebody makes them disappear.
- Right.

How long did Mei work for you?

I've known Mei for nearly 30 years.
But she doesn't work for me, exactly.

She rented space in my shop
for her business.

Just a bed and the address, really.

Most of her work
was done in client homes.

- She was doing house calls?
- Yes.

And her daughter, Cammy,
she worked with her?

Cammy was her pupil,
learning acupuncture from her mother.

Okay. Uh, do you know
if they were working last night?

No. But she keeps an appointment book.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, that'd be great. Thanks.

Oh, good. This is, uh...
might as well be in Chinese.

Give it to me.

What is that? Date change.

Here it is, Friday.

Last appointment was at 9:00
at the house of a man named Tom Boyle.

Excuse me.

Tommy Boyle.

That's a wise guy from Boston,
moved out here a couple years ago.

He's a big shot guy.

Danny, if it's the same Tommy Boyle,
we got trouble.

Why?

Danny, you get the exact same HPD
daily briefs each morning

that I do, do you not?

I do, uh, but I also feed, uh,
two children and take them to school.

- Plus, I don't like to read, which...
- Tommy Boyle,

he killed himself last night.
The alert said he swallowed a bullet.

So you got a doctor and a patient
that both died the same night,

and, uh, the doctor's apprentice,
she goes missing.

- This is not a coincidence.
- No.

Sorry, Commander, but
Mei Lin's GSW was a through-and-through,

and there was no ballistic evidence
found at the scene.

All right.
We got an estimated time of death?

Based on liver temp, I'd say
between 9 and 11 pm last night.

So that's after her appointment.
What about the client, Tommy Boyle?

Well, I would put Mr. Boyle's TOD
in the same timeframe as Mrs. Lin.

HPD reported a possible suicide.

My preliminary exam revealed cordite
residue on Mr. Boyle's trigger finger,

which would support this hypothesis.

I may have found motive
in his medical records.

Mr. Boyle was battling
a very aggressive adenocarcinoma.

Statistically, he should
have died like six months ago.

All right. One of the many things
acupuncture is used for is pain relief.

That's what I'm thinking
he was doing it for.

So what, you think
he was tired of waiting around?

It looks that way, yes.
But because of the manner of his death,

I'm required to do a full autopsy.

Noelani, do me a favor, please,
go into this with an open mind.

- You thinking foul play?
- How about you tell us?

- Understood, Commander.
- All right.

- Okay. So what do you think?
- I don't know.

I guess I just don't see
Tommy Boyle as a suicidal type.

I mean, the fact that the guy
was pursuing alternative therapies

tells me he wanted to live, not die, no?

So maybe this was a hit disguised
to look like, uh, he killed himself.

Maybe it was some kind of payback,
retribution for something.

So if that's the case,
then Mei and Cammy

probably witnessed, uh, the murder.
The shooter then got Mei.

Obviously, wants Cammy as well.
Now, she's gone.

They're gonna be looking for her, right?

Right.

- Hey, listen to me.
- Huh?

Let's, uh,
let's you and I both be realistic

about our expectations going in there,

what we're gonna get out
of talking to Tommy Boyle's kid.

- I don't know what that means.
- Have you ever heard the expression,

"As welcome as a cop
at an Irish mobster's wake"?

No. That's not an expression.
You just made that up.

I did just make it up.
I made it up to make a point, okay?

It's not gonna be
a hospitable environment...

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Sure.

- Whoa. Can I help you?
- Uh, yes. Yes, you can.

I'm here to see, uh,
Conor Boyle actually.

- I'm sorry. That's not possible.
- It's not possible? Okay.

Well, you see I'm wearing a badge,
right? You see that?

- I do.
- Okay. Let's start over again.

My name's Commander Steve McGarrett.

This is my partner,
Detective Danny Williams.

There's currently
an active investigation happening.

We need to speak to Conor,
a couple of minutes of his time,

- then we'll be out of here, all right?
- Hey.

Look, I understand, but unless you're
gonna charge my boss with something,

- I suggest you disappear.
- See, I told you it would be like this.

Yeah, you really did, didn't you?
I know. Hey.

That was good.
Did that help relieve any stress?

I feel quite relaxed now.
Thanks for asking. I'm sorry, buddy.

No hard feelings, huh?

- Conor Boyle.
- It's okay. Just take a walk.

It's okay. It's okay.

My name's Commander Steve McGarrett.
This is Detective Danny Williams.

- We need to talk.
- You're right, we do.

I'm supposed to be
laying my father to rest today,

and now I'm told you're
holding his body for an autopsy?

- Sorry about that. It's protocol.
- You know what else is protocol?

Giving a dead man some dignity.
My father deserves a decent burial.

These people have come here
to pay their respects.

Okay. Listen, we know what your
father did back in Boston, okay?

So just do us a favor, okay?
Couple of minutes.

Conor, the sooner you answer our
questions, the sooner we're gone.

Please?

Your father, he was a very lucky man.

He spent the last 18 months
dying very slowly and painfully,

- so how do you figure?
- I just mean that most

of his associates are either, uh,
doing time on the mainland

or buried over on a beach somewhere.
You know, this guy's lucky,

gets to retire over here
in what some people call paradise.

Still, I wouldn't call being
diagnosed with lung cancer

the week after he moves out here "luck."
But, hey, maybe that's just me, you know?

- Fair enough.
- Was there something you wanted

to ask me, detectives? Because I'd like
to get back to mourning my father.

Yeah. How did you, uh, how did you
find out about your father's death?

I got a call from his maid
around 7:30 this morning.

She said she found him in the living
room, gun was still in his hand.

I told her not to touch anything.

I called 911,
went straight over to the house.

And the gun, had you...
had you seen that gun before?

The Beretta 92? Yeah.
That was his gun.

It wasn't registered to him.

Wish I could tell you to go ahead
and charge him with that.

This woman, her name is Mei Lin.
She was your dad's acupuncturist.

And she turned up dead last night
after their appointment.

She also has a daughter, her name's Cammy.
But no one can find her.

She's not answering her phone.
No one's seen her.

And we feel if we find Cammy,

she can really shed some light
on exactly what happened that night.

Look, your father had a lot of enemies,
right? A lot of people didn't like him.

A lot of people wanted to do him dirty.

I'm sorry. You think someone killed him
and made it look like a suicide?

Until we have conclusive evidence
that it was suicide,

we have to keep an open mind
about your father's death, okay?

I spent my life living
in the shadow of my father's decisions,

good and bad.

I don't expect that
to change now that he's dead.

Whoa.

- What? What is that reaction?
- I literally, literally,

was just thinking, walking up these
steps, that door is gonna be open.

I didn't say anything
because I didn't wanna bet you,

- I know you wouldn't pay.
- You know I wouldn't pay?

I would have taken that bet.

Cammy?

Hey, hands!
Show me your hands, right now!

Hands.

Junior.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Cammy,
and so is he.

- Yo, did he just get in that car?
- See, I knew this was gonna happen.

- What?
- You're rubbing off on Junior.

Hey. Yo.

- Hey, you all right?
- Yeah.

I kindly asked this guy to step out
of the vehicle, and he didn't listen,

- so it's his fault.
- Would you please tell me what the hell

- is going on here, Junior?
- My friend's in trouble.

- Your friend, Cammy Lin?
- Yeah. And this guy knows why.

Junior, it's Cammy.
You're the only one I can trust.

Please, I need your help.
Oh, God. My phone is about to die...

That's it. When I got the message,

I tried calling her,
and it went straight to voicemail,

so I went over to her place.

- How do you know this girl, Cammy?
- We went to school together.

And when I got shipped out,
she checked in with my mom once a week

and, you know, everything, you know?

So I just spoke to the crime lab.
The strontium level on the round

that killed Tommy Boyle matched
the GSR on Mei Lin.

Wait a minute.
They were killed by the same gun?

- Yeah. It seems like that.
- That makes sense. I mean, we were

thinking that they saw something,
they got scared and they ran.

Yeah. But if what they saw was Boyle
being murdered in what's supposed to be

a staged suicide, why the hell would
the killer use the same gun to kill Mei?

As soon as the ballistics and forensics
come back, the whole thing is blown.

Maybe our guest can help us understand.

George Thomas, muscle for hire,
low-level felon, multiple arrests.

Tell me something, George. Were you
that kid that didn't listen in school?

Okay. Why don't you tell us
why you were looking for Cammy Lin?

Nothing? All right.
I'll start the conversation.

I think this guy is trying
to tie up a loose end.

- Uh-huh.
- Either for himself or some other bird.

Mmm. What my colleague is implying,
George,

is that either you killed Tommy Boyle
and Mei Lin or you know who did.

But, you know, if you're the guy that
was just hired to clean up the mess,

George, I suggest you start talking,
because whoever you're protecting,

whatever they're paying you, I promise
you, buddy, it ain't worth a live jolt.

McGarrett.

I'll be right there.

Well, despite how much I'm
enjoying this riveting conversation,

I got something I need to attend to.

However, I'm gonna leave you in the
very capable hands of Captain Grover

and Officer Reigns. All right, George?

Hey, we're gonna find Cammy, all right?
I promise.

- That is one vacant stare.
- Hmm, I don't know.

You sure you didn't
give him brain damage

when you slammed his head
against the steering wheel?

No, Captain Grover. I think brain damage
was a pre-existing condition.

- Don't you think, George?
- I need to see a doctor.

Whoa! All at once. He speaks.

Yeah. But he ain't wrong. Head trauma,

that could be a pretty dangerous thing
if it ain't treated right.

Oh, you don't have to explain the
dangers of head trauma to old George.

He knows all about it given his history.

Surprised? We know you used
to be a boxer back in the day.

'Course now you're just a pathetic,
degenerate creeper

that likes to look
into people's apartments.

You're kind of like a reverse Rocky.

All right, enough small talk.
Who you working for?

You know something,
many years and, uh, many pounds ago,

- I was a boxer myself.
- What? Well, were you any good?

Man, when I was 15,
I was 20 and 0. And then I quit.

- Why's that?
- Well, my old man always told me,

"Always go out a winner."
Words to live by.

- Oh, yeah.
- I was so good,

I could take one look at a guy,
size him up,

tell you what his fighting style was.

Like tough guy, Georgie, here. Oh,
I know what you are. You're a dancer.

Like to float around the ring,
land on the ropes, cover up,

let your opponent just punch himself out
while you do nothing.

Well, I got some bad news
for you, partner.

You can dance around
all you want to in here.

You can clam up, give me that steely
gaze every time I ask you a question,

you ain't wearing me down.

Because I'll just keep on coming.

I can outlast you.
I can outthink you.

You ain't going the distance with me,
partner.

Not today. Not ever.

- Hey, what have we got?
- Okay.

So this... this actually could be
a good lead. Go ahead.

All right. Well, I reached out to all
other law enforcement agencies

to see if they had anything
current on Tommy Boyle.

Turns out the feds have been sitting on
the Boyles since they got to the island.

So they didn't let him sail off
into the sunset after all.

They did not. In fact, they increased
the surveillance in the last two weeks

to see if any old friends were coming
out of the woodwork, uh, you know,

to pay their respects. By the way,
I thought you might like to see this.

Oh, look at that. They caught
the, uh, grumpy majtre d' on camera.

Look at that. That's why I told you,
you got to pay more attention.

- You never know who's watching.
- Anyway, the feds had eyes

on the Boyle house this morning, they
saw this guy coming in to see the son.

- Okay. Who is he?
- That is Karl Ludwig.

He travels on a German passport,
and up until two weeks ago,

he was the vice president
of the Alliance of German Banks.

- Okay. What happened? He quit?
- Financial news says nobody knows.

Okay. So what, he must be
here to pay his respects?

- Hmm.
- After everyone's gone?

I don't know.
Maybe they're taking a meeting.

Right. But why would this guy have a
meeting on the day that his father dies?

Well, I don't get it.

What?
I don't understand what you don't get.

Well, a lot of things, but in this case,
we are going to see a Triad guy

who's supposed to, in theory, help us
out with a strange German banker guy

and Tommy Boyle's kid.
I don't see the...

- It's Chinatown, Danny, okay?
- Oh, that's good.

- I don't know what that means...
- A sit-down with this guy

could really break the case open.
All right, five minutes with this guy,

nobody drops a piece of litter around
here without Jin Leung knowing about it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Because I see trash all over the place.
He must be a very busy guy.

All right. Okay.

Who are these clowns?
What are these guys doing?

That is my grandson in the black.

- Ah.
- Oh...

He's very handsome.

- Your partner?
- Yes. And he didn't mean

- any disrespect, Mr. Leung.
- No. I really didn't. I apologize.

You appear to be
an intelligent young man.

- Thanks.
- But when you open your mouth,

- the effect disappears.
- Ah.

Your father, I knew, so you may stay.
You may sit down.

Well, thank you.

But not you.

You go to the back row and be quiet.

Okay. Got me on a time-out.

I hear you are opening
a restaurant nearby.

Yeah. Yeah, we're working on it.

- Italian?
- Yes.

In Chinatown?

Well, we, uh, we wanna give people
options, Mr. Leung, you see.

I understand.

In fact, my grandson
wants to be a movie star.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

- Huh.
- And I poured a lot of money

into his training, dialogue coach,
and dental work.

I plan to make him the next Bruce Lee

and finance a series
of movies of my own.

I wish you the greatest success
with that.

But why are you here?

Mei Lin.

- I heard what happened.
- I thought you would.

I suppose you want to know
who killed her.

Yes, very much so.

That I do not know.

Okay. But you heard what happened
to Tommy Boyle on the same night, right?

Not how I imagined he would die,
but, you know,

I imagine there is honor in how
he chose to terminate his suffering.

Okay. So you believe
that it was suicide?

Mr. Leung, the son is, uh...
he's acting pretty strange.

- As all sons do.
- Yeah.

Well, he took time out from mourning his
father's death to meet with this man.

Mr. Ludwig.
Ex-German financial banker.

- Bloomberg reported he retired.
- Okay.

So a retired banker meeting
with the son of a retired mobster.

Yes. Well, Tommy had retired,
but his son was not...

...or shall I say,
he was trying to fill his father's shoes.

- Vice has nothing on this kid.
- Hmm. Conor had different aspirations.

He received an MBA in college,
and to him, his father was a dinosaur.

In fact, I heard
that he was working on a deal.

One that would really put him
on the map, you know,

to step out of his father's shadow.

Had something
to do with foreign currency.

You mean the euro?

Mr. Leung,
any information you could give us

would be very gratefully received, okay?

I heard he was looking for seed money.

In the beginning, he came up short.

And then he found someone who was
willing to finance the whole thing.

- Who was that?
- His father.

The old-fashioned way, right?

But then a strange thing happened.

Two days ago, he phoned me
and asked me for the money.

Now, that is strange, right?

Why would he do that when his father
was already so generous with the money?

He would do that if his old man had

had second thoughts
about giving him the money.

To come so close to a prize like that
and to lose it in the final moments...

Hm.

No, that would put poison
in a man's heart.

Mr. Leung,
will you excuse me for a minute, please?

Yeah. Sorry, buddy, still nothin'
out of motormouth George.

Right now, I want us to focus on Conor
Boyle and this Karl Ludwig guy, okay?

I'm almost a hundred percent certain
there's some kind of currency deal

going down. Now, if Tommy Boyle's
death was not a suicide,

my gut is telling me that all
of this has something to do

- with the motive behind that murder.
- All right. I'm on it.

Mr. Leung, thank you very much for your
time. Really appreciate everything.

You know,
it's only courteous to return the favor.

Of course, yeah. What can I do for you?

Well, as you can see, my grandson
needs a new sparring partner.

It would, uh, be my honor.

No, no, not you, but the one
in the back with the big mouth.

Fight this guy? Why am I
gonna fight him? It's so stupid.

- You don't have a choice, come on.
- Uh, yes, I do have a choice.

I have a... I'm a cop, okay?
I do not have to participate

in this goofball's Bruce Lee
kung fu fantasy.

I don't have to do that, you understand?
I do have a choice.

Listen to me. Take your shirt off.

All right. Oh, one more thing,
make sure you don't hit him, okay?

- Don't hit the kid.
- What do you want me to do, bite him?

- You're supposed to lose, Danny.
- I'm supposed to lose?

- That's the thing.
- You want me to...

It's bad enough I gotta
participate in this stupid thing.

- You want me to lose on top of it all?
- Okay. Unless you wanna walk

out of here in a hail of bullets,
just get in there and lose, all right?

Come on.

I don't know why I got to wear gloves
if I can't hit him.

You got to make it
look like you're trying.

This is the dumbest thing,
the most embarrassing, stupidest,

dumbest thing you ever got me
involved in ever in my life.

Excuse me. If it's any consolation,

I'd rather it was me that was
gonna take this beating, all right?

- But he chose you.
- I'm sorry. Did you say beating?

- I'm not taking a beating.
- Hey, hey, stop talking.

- You're embarrassing me now.
- I'm embarrassing you?

- Wing Chun style.
- Wing-what?

You will fight Wing Chun style.

- Okay. I don't know what that is.
- Yeah you do. Wax on, wax off.

- Come on, let's go, let's go.
- Don't touch me ever.

Begin.

Oh, give me a second. All right.

Please, come on.

Okay. All right.

Hey.

Hey.

You're doing really good, okay?
Back up, and take a breath.

- What are you doing?
- You know how hard it is to let

somebody swing at you and not hit back?
It's impossible.

Do me a favor. Just take the beats
and we get out of here, will you?

Come on. Just don't beat him. Go.

All right.

All right.

Hey, hey!

Hey, my bad, man. You... you all right?

- I'm impressed.
- I didn't mean any disrespect.

You would have been
had you not fought back.

He's very good.

Excuse me.

- Lou, what do you got?
- All right.

So I spoke to the lead FBI agent
surveilling the Boyles.

You were right. It wasn't Tommy,

it was Conor who was the center
of that investigation.

Well, him and that other bird,
Karl Ludwig.

- So this was about money.
- Yeah, it is.

You see,
when German banks converted to the euro,

Ludwig was the guy appointed
to destroy the old currency,

- but, of course...
- He saved some for a rainy day, huh?

Well, yeah. Problem is, you got yourself
a handful of Deutschmarks these days,

all you got is a handful of dirty paper.

Unless you can get rid of them. Okay.
But you need to do it at a central bank

and if Ludwig does that, he incriminates
himself, so he sells them to Conor.

That's right, and the FBI figured
there was some sort of

money laundering thing at play,
so they gonna wait,

let Conor complete his transaction
and then move in on him.

- And?
- Conor and Ludwig got the jump

on the feds before they could move in
and that's when they went to ground.

- Hey.
- What did you do?

- Take the scenic route or something?
- Long story short,

this idiot made me get into
a kung fu fight with another idiot.

I wanna come with you guys next time,
you have more fun.

- You guys got something or what?
- Well, we still got nothing

on Conor or Ludwig. But we may
have a lead on Cammy's location.

We're taking a deeper listen
into Cammy's voicemail

to see if there were maybe some, uh,
location dependent sound.

Here's the enhanced background sound.

That sounds like metal on metal, right?

Some kind of big door latching,
I hear echoes,

maybe she moved into an enclosed space.

- We're thinking the same thing.
- That could be anywhere on the island.

The last message she left on her phone
before she got cut off,

I think she was trying to say
she was in Ewa Beach.

There's a couple of rail cars down there
where we used to hang out

when we were kids.
I mean, it's isolated.

- There are a lot of places to hide.
- All right. Let's hope you're right.

- Yeah. Tani.
- Yeah.

Man, I should have picked up.

I thought she was just calling again
to meet up for lunch.

What do you mean, Junes?

Cammy, she...
she called me a few weeks back.

She wanted to meet up for lunch.

She was Layla's best friend.

There's no way I wanted to talk about my
ex leaving me or what happened in Iraq.

I just figured, you know, I'd call
her back when the time was right.

- So you sent the call to voicemail.
- Yeah.

Okay.

I didn't mean for any of this stuff
to happen, I'm sorry.

Yeah, of course you didn't.

Come on, Junes, this isn't your fault.
It's not.

I mean, if you answered the phone,

there's no way you could have
saved her mother.

What if picking up
could've meant I saved Cammy?

Check down here.

Hey, get your hands up!

Right now!

- Cammy?
- Junior.

Hey! It's okay. It's okay.

I'm fine, by the way.

I'm gonna let the rest
of the guys know you're okay.

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

My mom. Anyone can sew.

I'm sorry about your mom.

- Hey, so you saw what happened?
- Yes.

All right. Well, you have to come
with us and make a statement.

- I can't do that.
- Why not? You're with us.

- Because you're law enforcement.
- What does that mean?

One of the men who
killed my mother was a cop.

You brought me this deal, son.
I looked at it thoroughly.

So there you go.
Respect my decision.

- Are you sure you saw a badge?
- My mother treated cops.

I've seen badges my entire life.

Ma!

Ma!

Ma!

- I should've stayed with her.
- No, you...

That's not what she wanted.
She wanted you to live.

Hey, hey. Ssh!

All right, spread out.

What? What is it?

It's trouble.

It's over.

All right, Conor,
help me understand this, huh?

You go to see your father,
he turns you down,

says he's not gonna fund
this little currency deal of yours,

- and so you kill him, is that right?
- I want my phone call.

We'll do the talking for you.
Go ahead, Junior.

Okay. So autopsy results
show that your father

had a substance
in his body called tetrodotoxin.

It's a paralyzing agent,
stops the victim from moving any muscle

in their body, they can't even scream.
But you know what? They can feel pain.

And you knew he was having
acupuncture that day.

And you figured no one would notice
another needle hole in his body.

You didn't know Mei and her daughter
were gonna be there, right?

Their session ran late.
That was the surprise.

And they see you kill your father,
so what do you do?

You go after them,
you hunt them down, you kill Mei.

But Cammy got away
because Mei sacrificed herself for her.

Wonder what that feels like to have
a parent that loves you that much?

And after you killed
Auntie Mei and Cammy escaped,

you went back to the house
and you finished the job, right?

You killed your father, Conor.

He was already dying.

But you lost patience, didn't you?

You're just starting out.
You'll see worse.

See you in 25.

Got you.