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What do you want with me?

Seriously?

You've been hunting us
for weeks.

On whose orders?

Michael Noshimuri.

So, what, you're, uh,

you're just avenging his death,
is that it?

Yes.

Yeah?

I know everyone
who worked for my brother.

Nice try.

This isn't about revenge.

The clan you represent has

nothing to do with my family.

So why is there
a price on my head?

What did he say?

I said,

my friends are gonna
have fun with you

before they cut you
into little pieces.

You shut your mouth.

And we're gonna make
your boyfriend watch.

Shut your mouth!

Kill me and you'll never
find out who wants you dead.

Good point.

I got five more bullets.

Now tell me
who sanctioned the hit!

The Oyabun.

Who is he?!

Adam. Adam!

This is not the way, okay?

It's the only way.

Kono, this guy knows the Yakuza
will kill him if he talks to us.

He needs to know
we'll do the same

if he doesn't answer
our questions.

Please, help me.

Can you help me get out?

Can you help me?

No!

No, no!

♪ Hawaii Five-O 4x04 ♪

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@elder_man

♪

Cheers, ladies.

To the future

Mrs. Nathan Cotchin.

To our good friend Nate,

who at the age of 25
has decided he's cool

with having sex with one woman

for the rest of his life.

Thanks for making us
look bad to our girlfriends.

Ooh!

If I forget to tell you later,

I had a really good time
tonight.

This is where we first met.

You were 16,

standing right over there
in a red and white sundress.

You looked over and smiled

and I knew I had to find out
who you were.

I remember seeing you...

What just happened?

What do you mean?

What, did I miss something?

I mean, the music
just went all sad.

That's because that's how the
filmmakers want you to feel.

Sad. See?

Well, no, this is supposed
to be a romantic comedy.

This is neither
romantic nor funny.

I don't understand what's happening.
I got it.

Okay, this is what
they call the third act.

They-they got
to come up with

some goofy obstacle so that when
they get back together at the end,

so get to feel all,
uh, warm and fuzzy.

Yeah, you know,

can you guys just save
the running commentary

for the DVD release?

Yes. All right.
Okay.

Quiet.

Now,

watch this.

Are you ready?

Montage fades out and...

Sam, I thought
you were never coming back.

Well, you thought wrong.

I have an 11-year old daughter.

So I'm very hip to this

specific genre of cinema.

This is
the most unrealistic movie

I've ever seen in my life.

Stop talking!

I'm sorry, man.

Oh, come on.
Turn off the phone.

Are you serious?
Are you serious?

McGarrett.

I'd ask you to tell me how the
movie ends, but I already know.

Uh-huh. No, yeah.
We're on the way.

No problem.

Bye.

Sorry.

Finally! These guys suck.

The C.O.D.

was three close-range GSWs
to the chest.

Lacerations and defensive wounds
on his hands

indicate that the victim...

Put up a good fight
before he was shot dead.

Yes, thank you for completing

my exact thought,
Commander McGarrett.

The guy's name
is John Fitzpatrick.

He's from Saint Petersburg,
Florida.

He checked in yesterday.

What's with
the penguin suit?

There was a big black tie
wedding here tonight.

Some wealthy family
from New York

booked out half the resort.

I'm thinking
he was a guest.

Weddings, I tell you,
every time.

It's a bad idea.

You got dysfunctional
family members.

Bunch of bitter friends.

And they're all fueled
by an open bar.

Something terrible
is bound to happen.

And you wonder why
you're divorced.

Okay, you know I'm right.

This guy and another guy,
they get into a beef

over, uh, I don't know,

let's say a broad
at the reception.

They end up back
in the room here, uh,

get into a little fisticuffs.

Uh, this guy doesn't realize

his buddy has a gun--
bang, here he is.

Interesting.

Very detailed theory.

I particularly enjoyed
your use

of the word "fisticuffs""
Thank you.

But according to the GM,

the bride bailed on
the wedding mid-ceremony.

Reception never
even happened.

Ah, well, at least we're dealing
with a smart woman.

All right, Chin.

Uh, call Saint Petersburg PD.

See if they can tell us anything
about the victim.

You and I, let's go talk
to the wedding party.

See if they know anything
about Fitzpatrick.

Okay.

Excuse me, Mrs. Cotchin?

Steve McGarrett, Five-O.

This is Detective Danny
Williams, my partner. - Hi.

Thank you so much for coming.

Allen? Police.

Allen Kingston,
I'm Mrs. Cotchin's attorney.

I-I spoke with
Sergeant Lukela.

He assured us
the police would do

everything they could
to help find Dahlia.

Yes, ma'am, and I'm sure
that's the case,

but we're not here about
the, uh, the missing bride.

We're actually here about the
murder of one John Fitzpatrick.

I'm sorry, am I supposed
to know who that is?

He found him, uh,
in a hotel room

wearing a tuxedo

and he had
your wedding program.

Well, that may be,

but he was not invited.

I oversaw the guest list myself.

Okay, you're saying he was
a wedding crasher?

Nathan Cotchin is heir

to one of the largest real
estate fortunes in New York.

Ever since news of
the engagement broke,

the tabloids have been
hounding him and Dahlia.

They've had paparazzi camped
outside their building for weeks.

Okay, well, the victim's room
was searched.

Uh, there was
no camera equipment.

So it's highly unlikely
that he was a paparazzi.

Whoever he was, I am terribly
sorry he lost his life.

But my future daughter-in-law
is missing.

With all due respect,
Mrs. Cotchin,

my guess is
that's no coincidence.

Whoa-whoa-whoa. Wait a mine.

Are you implying
that Dahlia is a suspect?

No. I mean, you know, for all
we know, she could be a target.

We're just saying
that her running

might not be a case
of cold feet.

Excuse me.

Chin, what do you got?

So I got this footage
from the videographer.

And it looks like
the wedding's going off

without a hitch, right?
Until right here.

Check out the expression
on Dahlia's face.

Something scared her.

She's looking over that way.
Can you zoom in?

Well, it looks like everyone's
smiling except this guy.

That's our victim.

Fitzpatrick was at the ceremony.

He's the reason
the bride took off.

No, I-I don't get it.

This guy crashed my wedding
and now he's dead?

Who was he?

John Fitzpatrick, from Florida.

Dahlia never
mentioned this guy?

No. Why?

Because he's the
reason she ran.

I knew there had
to be an explanation.

All day, she was so happy
and confident.

All that changed when
she saw this guy.

Now, could he be an
ex-boyfriend of hers,

somebody from her past?

I know all her friends,
and she has very little family.

We don't keep secrets.

Well, respectfully,
Nathan,

your fiancée just ran out
of her own wedding ceremony

to get away from
this person.

So, I mean, whatever
her connection is with him,

she's been hiding
it from you.

If this man is dead,
then where is Dahlia?

So why did Fitzpatrick

crash this wedding?

I don't know. My money's
on him being a jealous ex.

Weddings tend to bring them out
in droves, you know?

You ever talk
to anybody about this?

About what?

About your issues with weddings,
they're deep-seated.

I'm just saying that you should
maybe workshop them.

No, I'm-I'm literally speaking
from experience.

I got two cousins,
two of my cousins had

their weddings busted up
by jealous exes.

Okay, so you think Fitzpatrick
came to break up the wedding,

and Dahlia, what, lost her mind
and then killed him?

I don't know. I mean, she is our
only natural suspect,

but TOD does not match up.

The valet guy said
that she beelined for her car.

Yeah, not to mention she's
a hundred pounds soaking wet.

There's no way she could
inflict those defensive wounds

that we saw
on that guy.

Monkey, what's going on?

You good?

Yeah. Gabby makes better
pancakes than you.

Really? That's-that's

what you called, to make that
point to me now, ruin my day?

Seriously.
It's not even close.

She needs to teach you how

to make 'em all gooey
in the middle.

Oh, okay. Well, then

why don't you put
the master chef on the phone?

I'll get her recipe, huh?

Okay. Love you, Danno.

Love you, too.

Okay, I swear I did not
put her up to that.

Have I told you
how fantastic you are?

Um, not in the last 12 hours.

Hey, if you are gonna be late
at work tonight,

that's totally fine

because we have an entire
mani-pedi night planned.

You got a mani-ped...?
Listen, do me a favor.

You are not allowed to top

my daddy-daughter
spa nights, please.

No, no, this is
just gonna be mediocre...

unlike my pancakes.

Hey, um...

so I kind of hate
to bring this up again,

but they're really pressing me
for an answer.

So... have you given any more
thought to what we discussed?

Uh, yes, of course I have,
and I do want to talk about it,

but Steve and I just pulled up
to a crime scene, so, um...

Okay, um, yeah, no problem.
We'll chat about it when

when you get home. Okay.
Okay.

We just pulled up

to a crime scene?

Keep driving.
We'll find one, okay?

Okay.

Any news of our runaway bride?

No, still MIA.
Airports are on alert

and I got units
searching the island.

I did hear back
from the Saint Petersburg PD

about our victim, though.

According to them,
John Fitzpatrick doesn't exist.

Driver's license was a fake

along with the credit card he
used to register at the hotel.

Okay, so we got

a guy who flies to Hawaii
under an alias,

crashes a wedding,

and then ends up shot
dead, is that right?

Pretty much.
I ran his prints through IAFIS

and didn't get a hit.

But I did hear back
on the murder weapon.

Ballistics came back to
a Ruger .9mm recently used

in a string of armed robberies.
No arrests yet,

but HPD is circling a suspect.

Meet Ty Amano, 22 years old.

Been in and out of juvie
for drug possession.

Looks like he graduated
to armed robbery.

And now possibly murder.

Side out, bitches!

Ty!

Time to sub out.

I already told you,

I don't own a gun, and
I definitely don't know nothing

about no dead guy at a wedding.

I was getting tacos up
in Waimanalo last night.

Really? I'll bet
you got witnesses

to corroborate that alibi,
too, huh?

Your dealer,
a buyer maybe?

Or wait a minute.
Maybe you're with the guys

you've been pulling off the
armed robberies with, huh?

I ain't no robber.

Okay. Well,
that's fine.

Then you won't mind if HPD goes

and searches your apartment
right now, yeah?

Just to make sure there's
no stolen goods, right?

All right, all right, man.
Okay, so here's the deal:

I might have some stuff
back at my place,

but I'm just holding it
for a friend.

Oh, okay.

I swear I got nothing on

this dead guy!
I got rid

of that gun two days ago.

What, you dumped it?

Hell no.

The piece is worth
500 bucks.

Old dawn patrol buddy asked me

to hook his boy up with some
heat, so I did him a solid.

Nice solid, unloading a hot gun,
you idiot.

Who'd you sell it to?

Let me go check
the sales receipt.

Hey, you want to be a smart-ass, huh?
I don't freaking know!

Buyer didn't give me a name.

Haole, brown hair,
medium height.

He look like this guy?

Yeah, that's him.

Oh, man.

He's your dead dude?

Yeah, he was killed with the gun
you sold him.

What else do you know about him?

Nothing. My buddy just said
he was a friend.

Someone he knew
growing up in Germany.

This guy was German?

Didn't talk German.

Sounded pretty American to me.

Turns out John Fitzpatrick
is actually Brad Dixon.

He's a U.S. citizen convicted

of running confidence scams
all throughout the EU.

In fact, he was just released

from a Munich prison
six weeks ago.

The Cotchins had deep pockets.

Guess this guy was
targeting them.

Yeah, and it gets better.
According to the report,

Dixon's game was actually
running sweetheart scams

against rich bachelors

using female accomplices
as bait.

Okay, who was the accomplice?

His sister, Nicole Dixon.

But you know her as...

Dahlia Swain.

AKA our runaway bride.

So German police arrested Brad
and Nicole Dixon back in 2008.

They were convicted
on multiple counts

of embezzlement
and extortion.

Now, Brad served
five years in prison, but Nicole

got out after six months.

Well, she must have

testified against him
to get a reduced sentence.

So she rolls on
her brother,

she moves to New York, changes
her name to Dahlia Swain,

finds a new mark,
the Cotchin kid,

and dupes him into marrying her.

Meanwhile, Brad gets
out of prison,

finds out that his kid sister
is about to cash in,

crashes the wedding to make
sure he gets his cut.

It's got to be about more
than just money.

I mean, check it out.
How would you feel

if your sister rolled on you
the way she did him?

I'd want to kill her.
Fair point.

So he gets a gun for revenge.

Dahlia realizes that
she can't buy his silence.

So that explains why she ran.

Well, it's a good thing she ran,
for the Cotchins, anyway,

because if this guy doesn't co ,

they are out a lot of money.

Yeah, somehow, I don't think
the groom is gonna see

that silver lining
when we break the news to him.

Well, this goes to show you

why people should never, under
any circumstances, get married.

Why? In case you marry
a con artist

who's after all your money?

No, Steve.

Because people are never
who they say they are.

And even if they are,
they end up changing.

Relationships, they don't work.
They don't last forever.

Bottom line. That's it.

What has gotten into you today?

Uh, Gabby, she was offered

a six-month curatorship
in Denver, Colorado.

Oh! Oh, well,
why didn't you say so?

That is terrible.

Well, it is terrible
considering the last time

she left for a job,
she almost didn't come back.

- Ah. - Ah.
Okay.

Can't really tell her not
to take the job, either.

She actually said
that she wasn't gonna take it

if I wasn't comfortable.

Oh, good! You're clearly not
comfortable, so...

What am I supposed to do?
It's a no-win. I cannot win.

I make her stay, and then she
resents me, I let her go,

and I'm miserable.

You want my advice?
Absolutely not.

When Catherine was gonna
turn down the job

that Billy offered her

because of me,
you know what I told her?

I told her
to take the job.

That's because you're stupid

and you don't listen to anybody.

'Cause I didn't want her
to pass by

a great career opportunity
because of me.

You told your girlfriend
that it was okay to take a job

with her good-looking ex.

All right, that is not noble,
it's stupid.

Let me ask you a question then.

If Gabby asked you
to put your career on hold

and move to Denver,
would you do that?

No, I wouldn't do that.
But I got a daughter

who lives here.
It's not the same thing.

Plus you'd miss me
too much.

Plus I'd miss you too much.

There you go.

Lieutenant Kelly.

Chin, it's me.

Kono, how are you?

Where are you?

Kowloon. We got a lead
on the shooters

that came after us.

We managed to get the drop
on one of their associates.

He give you anything?

Riku Sato.

Have you heard of him?

Yeah. He's the Oyabun for one

of the largest Yakuza families
in Japan.

But why is he coming after Adam?
I thought they were allies.

They were.

But something's changed.

This isn't about revenge
for Michael's death anymore.

How can you be so sure?

Because they don't just want
Adam dead,

they want me, too.

Kono...

Chin, I can handle this.

Well, at least let me call
the Hong Kong police department

so they can get you
to a safe place.

No. No, Sato has strong ties
to the Chinese triads,

and they own the police.

We can't trust anyone
right now.

All right, well, then you guys
need to keep moving.

Get out of Hong Kong.
Get out of Asia.

That's the plan.

Get me off speakerphone.

Yeah?

You promised me

you would take care of Kono.

Now do it.

No.

There's got to
be some mistake.

I am inclined

to agree
with my son.

I'm sorry, are we missing
something here?

My-my firm did a full
background check on Dahlia.

I-I don't understand

how the investigators could
have missed something like this.

You ran a background
check on my fiancée?

And you wonder why I never wanted
anything to do with the business.

Okay.

I'll-I'll go
talk to him.

Give me a minute.

What kills me is that my
mother's right.

I feel so stupid.

You're not the first guy
to fall for it, Nathan.

Dahlia and
her brother

have been running
this con for years.

I hope you find her so
I can look her in the eye

and ask her how
she could do this to me.

Yo, Chin,
where are you?

I'm headed toward
Tantalus Drive.

It's the last place that
Dahlia's cell phone

registered a signal.

And that was at 7:30 last night,

and after that, nothing.

Tantalus has notoriously

bad cell phone reception.

Look, she was
trying to lay low.

She was on the run.
Maybe she chucked her phone.

Or maybe she never
left the area.

Oh, look. Look, look.
It's, uh...

Catherine's boss-
slash-ex-boyfriend.

Uh, Billy? Is that his name?
Yes.

You know his name's Billy.

Huh. Billy.

What's he doing here?

They're supposed to be working.
Oh, maybe he's

come to ask you for
her hand in marriage.

You're actually enjoying
this, aren't you?

Oh, we all gotta be
reminded of our mistakes, babe.

Billy.

What's up?

Cath just headed
up to see you.

What are you doing,
keeping the car warm?

We gotta make it a short visit.
We're on a job.

Hey, you remember

Detective
Danny Williams?

Hey, it's my pleasure.
Of course.

Good to see you.
Again.

Actually, I'm glad
I ran into you.

I never got a chance
to thank you.

For what?

Oh, for being cool
with all this.

Catherine
told me

how you encouraged her
to take the job.

Don't mention it.

Truth is, I'm lucky
to have her.

We make
a great team.

That's good.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

Little Wing,

this is Big Kahuna,
be advised:

Commander McGarrett is
headed to your position.

You guys got code names
for each other?

Yeah.

That's cute.

Whew...

Looking sharp, Rollins.

With the earpiece,
the whole thing, huh?

Yeah.

Billy and I are running
a personal security detail

on a visiting
Saudi diplomat, so...

Nice.

Women, I know they
dress modestly there,

but I mean, the way
this guy looks at me,

you'd think I was wearing
a string bikini.

What's his name?
I'll beat him up.

Okay, see,
that's sort of exactly

what we're being
paid to prevent.

Oh! Right.
Okay.

Yes. So that
would be bad.

Got it.

Which leads me to
the reason why I'm here.

What, you're not here...
I thought you'd come

to show me your
new pantsuit.

No, smart-ass.
I need a favor.

What do you need?
So, uh...

our client has a packed
schedule tomorrow,

and Billy asked me to run
some threat assessments

on all the people
he's meeting with.

Only...

You don't have access
to Navy Intel anymore.

So you thought you'd
come to Five-O

and run the
background checks.

Mm-hmm.
Ah.

Look at you.
You are handsome and smart.

Uh... ah...

I don't know
how I feel

about allocating
Five-O resources

to a private
security job.

Okay. Um...

Remind me again

how many satellites

I have repositioned
for you over the years.

Hmm?

You owe me.

Steve...
Okay, okay, okay. Relax.

Come on,
I'll log you in.

Dahlia!

Dahlia!
Can you hear me?

Air One to Incident Command.

Be advised that we have
the wreck in sight,

and the victim seems to

still be within the vehicle.

Air One, 10-4.

Dahlia!

We've stabilized
your neck.

We're gonna slide you out
onto a stretcher.

Just stay calm.

There's a helicopter here

that's gonna take you
to a hospital, okay?

Okay.

Okay, Dahlia.

Give me a minute, Mom.

I'm so sorry, Nathan.

I love you.

I always have.

Everything you ever
told me was a lie.

Even your name.

How do you expect me to believe
anything you say now?

Just, please,
let me explain, okay?

I don't want
to hear about it.

You know, when I heard
what happened to you,

some tiny part of me

still cared whether
you lived or died.

Now I don't know
why it mattered.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart,
wait, wait.

Nathan!

You know what,
give him some space.

You can't help
him right now.

Are you
really sure

that Dahlia
did those things?

Yeah, we're, uh...
we're certain.

I mean, she left behind
a trail of victims,

so, yeah.
Excuse us.

Please.

I'm not going to pretend
I'm sad he's dead.

My brother
was a monster.

That's why
you ran

when you saw him
at the wedding, huh?

You don't know the things
he's capable of.

Oh, we do.

Uh, we read his jacket.

We read yours, too.

I made a lot
of mistakes, okay?

I won't deny that.

But I wasn't after
Nathan's money.

I love him.

Okay, I mean, well,
it seems very convenient.

I mean, you leave
a life as a con

to then fall in love
with a guy

who's filthy rich.

I know how
it looks.

But I didn't find out
about Nathan's money

until we were engaged.

I swear.

I guess
I was crazy,

thinking that my past
wouldn't catch up with me

and I would actually
get a fresh start.

I keep thinking if...

only if I had
just stayed

and told Nathan the
truth, you know...

maybe he would have
forgiven me.

But instead, you ran out

on your own wedding.

When I saw Brad there,
I panicked.

All I knew was that
I had to get away from him.

So I just got in
the car and...

drove.

How'd you end up
crashing the car?

I was speeding.

There was a truck...

It was only maybe
a few minutes later

that I heard
someone pull up.

I called for help.

They found me...

There were footsteps.

No!

No!

No! No!

That's when everything
went black.

Crime Lab finished
processing the car wreck.

They pulled a shoe print
off the rear fender.

Size 11.

Tread pattern
matches the shoes

Dixon was found dead in.
So...

Dixon, he, uh...

follows his sister
out of the wedding,

and catches up
with her

at the scene
of the accident.

He's packing a gun,
looking for revenge,

but then he figures
he can save a bullet

and send Dahlia to her death

in a fiery
wreck.

Okay, well,
that's one mystery solved.

But it still
doesn't explain

how Dixon ends up dead
in a hotel room.

Yeah, I don't get
that, either.

I mean, if it's me,
I'm out of there,

I'm on the first plane.

Right, but he's gotta
clear the hotel room first.

But before he can
get out of there,

somebody confronts him
and then shoots him with his own gun.

Wait a minute.

Dixon checked in using one of

his former aliases,
John Fitzpatrick, right?

Yeah.
So how does our killer know

what name to ask for
to find the right room?

Well, maybe he knew him
under that name.

Hey, maybe it's a...
old accomplice

or somebody he burned.

Or somebody who found out
about his criminal history.

Which would have come back
in Dahlia's background check.

Barbara.

Uh, come in.

How-how's Nathan
holding up?

I want to see
the report.

I'm sorry?

The background report
I had you run on Dahlia.

I paid for it.

Now I'd like
to see it.

Okay, I-I know
you're upset.

We've all been caught off
guard by what happened.

But I can assure you
there is nothing in that report

that indicates
any issues.

I will be
the judge of that.

All right,
look...

my investigators
dropped the ball.

I'm sorry.

The report in 24 hours

or you're fired.

You can have it now.

Just give me a second

to pull it up on my computer.

Okay.

Fire me?

I don't think so.

Sit!

I don't get it, Allen.

Why would you keep
that information from us?

What's in it for you?

It doesn't matter.

Here's what's gonna happen now.

You're gonna wire $5 million

into a numbered account
in the Caymans,

and I'm gonna disappear.

Call it my severance.

Sorry.

You get nothing.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Really?

Hey, hey, hey!
Drop the weapon.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down right now.
Okay, okay!

Hands behind your
head and turn around.

Get on your knees.

Cross your feet.

Did you get what you need?

Yeah, I'd say we got
everything we need.

Thank you.

So you've had a, uh,

busy 24 hours
in the Aloha State.

We got, uh...

attempted extortion, murder.

What else?

Exercising your right
to silence?

That's the first
smart thing you've done.

We matched the gun that
you pulled on Barbara Cotchin

to the one that was used
to kill Brad Dixon.

Probably figured
that a lawyer would know better

than to hold onto
the murder weapon.

12 years you worked
for that family

without ever once receiving
the recognition

that you felt you deserved.

Until Dahlia's background check
comes back.

All you got to do

is wait for the wedding
to go off without a hitch.

And then you can hold
that potential scandal

over Barbara Cotchin's head

and get whatever you want.

The plan doesn't go
the way you want it to.

Dahlia's brother shows up.

You track him
back to his room

and you popped him
with his own gun.

That about cover it or what?

You really think I'm dumb enough
to blackmail Barbara Cotchin?

You go up against power
like that and you lose.

Dahlia...

Dhalia was a weak target.

I knew she'd cut me in on
whatever con she was running.

Oh.

Oh, so you...
so we actually

have given you more credit
than you deserve.

This was just about putting
a little extra money

in your pocket, that's it?

Did you, did you ever consider

that perhaps Dahlia was not
marrying Nathan for his money?

What else is there?

The German prosecutors
sent over

their files this morning.

Turns out they only
became aware of the case

when Dahlia turned
herself in.

Why would she do that?

When Dahlia was
14 years old,

both her parents died and
Brad became her custodian.

He threatened
to abandon her

if she didn't go along
with the scams.

I don't know what
to think anymore.

I understand.

I was thinking maybe

this would help
you figure that out.

HPD found it

in the car wreck.

I thought you should have it.

Good luck, Nathan.

"For so much of my life,

"I believed I was unworthy
of anyone's love.

"But then I met you
and everything changed.

"I realized

"that if you could see
the good in me,

"then maybe I could
see the good in myself.

"The truth is that in more ways
than you'll ever know,

"you saved me.

"And for that reason

"and so many more,

"I promise
to be eternally faithful

"and to honor you so long

as we both shall live."

Nathan?

When I asked you to marry me,

I said I would love you
no matter what.

And I meant what I said.

You are everything to me.

And I can't

imagine my life without you.

Nathan?

It's not the beachside wedding

with the band
and the orchids you love.

But I don't want to go another
day without you as my wife.

We are gathered here today
to join this man

and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Do you, Dahlia,

take Nathan to be your
lawfully wedded husband,

promising to love,
honor and cherish him

as long as
you both shall live?

For thousands of years,

one of the world's great
archeological enigmas...

Hey.

Hi.

Grace just fell asleep.

Hi.

Hi.

So...?

So...

I just want us
to be happy.

And if that means

that I say no to this job,

then that's what I'll do.

I, um, I really like that idea.

But I cannot, um,

be the guy that makes
you put your career on hold.

I can't do that.

Then it's just six months.

And we will make it work.

Yeah, you know,
I thought about that, too.

And it six months,
but then, I mean,

there's gonna be
another offer, right?

And I... listen,
I-I don't have a problem

with you coming and going.

I-I really don't at all.

I mean, I'd rather
have you here part-time

than not at all.

You know, but Grace...

I know how she feels
about you.

And I...

I cannot keep taking
that away from her.

You know, I mean,
the whole reason I moved here

in the first place was
to give her some stability.

I...

So...

Well, our timing
really stinks, doesn't it?

I don't know, I...

Look, uh, before I met you,

I, um, I was kind of looking
around trying to figure out

another reason
to hate this place.

Because I really,
really hated it.

Um, and, uh...

when I met you, you gave me...

You made me realize
what I was missing.

You know, I mean, you have
no idea what that means to me.

I get it, okay?

This is home for you now.

And...

maybe one day it
will be for me, too.

Okay.

Well, I have to admit.

Part of me had doubts that
we could make this work.

But after seeing you
in action today,

I know I made
the right choice.

Thanks.

Although it kind of sounds like
you're congratulating yourself.

It kind of did, didn't it?

Mm.

I'll pick you up
tomorrow at 8:00.

All right, coffee and malasadas,
on you.

Hey.

Hey.

Couldn't sleep.

I wanted to make sure
you got home okay is all.

Aw.

How was your first day?

Uh, it was a big change.

Yeah, I bet.
Mm-hmm.

But in a good way.

Good.
Yeah.

Billy already got us
another gig,

so I think...
I think we're gonna be busy.

Good, I'm glad.

Come here.

I'm gonna go wash up.

Will you, um, open us
a bottle of wine?

Yeah.

Red or white?

Um...

surprise me.
Okay.

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