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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!

Let's go. Grab your stuff.

- I got something. - Reese, don't!

Hold on, son, hold on.

Did I do this?

Mom, Dad, did I do this?

Oh!

Okay. So which one's your sister?

I don't know, I'm looking.

Since when did 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,

the glass is always half full, you know?

That's my sister right there.

Right, right, right, right. We're going too far!

- That's your sister? - Yeah.

You got it. Go, go, go. Dig. Dig.

Danny, 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 spotting her?

- Yes. - That is a man who just

rounded first base and is getting ready to slide into second.

- Yes. Yes. Yes. - That's my sister. You're sick.

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

Whoo!

- Bridget! - Hey!

- Uh, I'll be right back. - Okay.

Look at you on a paddleboard. I'm very impressed.

Oh, man, I love Hawaii.

You know it's snowing back in Jersey?

Bridget, this is Steve, my partner. This is my baby sister Bridget.

- Aloha. Welcome to Hawaii. - Hi. Great to finally meet you.

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

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

- Mm, yeah. - What's that look?

I mean, 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 the 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. - Oof.

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. - Paradise.

It's McGarrett.

Okay. Copy that. I'm on the way.

Guys, hey, uh, listen, I'm really sorry. I gotta 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 get to see you again before you leave.

- Yeah. Same here. - Bridget!

- We got to go. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, one sec.

- All right. - Stop it.

- Bye, guys. - Bye.

So when you get the message, please give me a call back.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Hey, cuz. - Hey.

Ooh. 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 and 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 wanna 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 wanna have any kind of a relationship with Sara.

You know what?

You're right.

You're right. Thank you.

So why are they hypnotising this kid again?

His therapist was trying some New Age mumbo jumbo.

According to her, Reese suffered from a lot of blackouts.

It would be like whole chunks of his day he couldn't remember.

Okay, excuse me. I'm sorry.

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's 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.

Uh, unfortunately, due to the extent of the soft tissue decay,

I cannot accurately 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.

- Mmm. You have an ID? - 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 we can 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?

- Hundred percent match. - Who's Maggie Reed?

Maggie was a star softball player at Kukui High.

Ten years ago, she left the house one night, she never came home.

It was a huge case. Half the island was looking for this kid.

- You said 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.

The thing we have 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.

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 neighbourhood 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 snuck out while you went camping.

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.

I 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. - Thank you.

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. The 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 are 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.

Mm! That is so good. I gotta learn how to make that.

What are you grinning about?

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.

I mean, he's just really busy ever since he got the promotion last year.

A 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. There you are. - Hey!

- Hey! - Uh, this is Spencer.

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

- Yeah, but you got the better view. - True. Uh, sorry.

Spence, this is my brother Danny.

Oh, the, uh, cop-slash-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 ten minutes.

Another seminar? Actually, you know what?

Good. I could use the nap. Hey. We gotta go,

but we're still on for dinner tonight?

Yeah, absolutely. Uh, 5.00. Bali Steak and Seafood.

No, no, I got this. Come hungry, all right?

- Thanks. You're the best. - I love you.

- I love you, too. See you later. - All right.

- Take care. - Nice to meet you, man.

- Day drinking now?

- So fun. What have you been 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. Yup. Bye-bye. Hey.

- I think you might be right. - Oh, 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 don't know for sure.

But I was sitting there and 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 wanna throw up.

- Mm-hm. - And 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.

Uh, he put his hand on her back and you thought that's how...

No, that's how you put your hand on my back.

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.

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 a part of the Cold Case Department.

Oh, it'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.

Please do me a favour and shut up, okay? Just shut up.

- What? Am I breathing too loud? - No. I can hear you thinking.

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 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. I know.

Oh, look at this. What a coincidence.

She's gotta cancel dinner now because a work thing has come up.

- We're gonna have drinks now instead. - Danny, nothing's happening.

- The whole thing is a work thing. - I know it's a work thing,

and it's called S-P-E-N-C-E-R.

Meet Travis Wilson, high school dropout.

A couple of 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.

Okay, Detective Yang, why do you think he killed her?

They kept their relationship a secret,

but rumour 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 pm,

when he got off work, and 10 pm, 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 a look at this.

We, uh, found it amongst Maggie's remains.

This is Wilson's statement.

Yeah. Look at that, Danny. S's, they're the same.

Nine'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-0.

You recognise 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.

I know how this goes.

A guy like me is never gonna get a fair shake from the cops.

- You lied because you killed her. - I loved her.

I had nothing to 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.

We kept it quiet.

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

I didn't wanna hide it any more,

but she said we had to.

I thought she was ashamed of me.

It turned into this huge fight.

I was being a jerk.

I wanted to tell her I was sorry,

so I made her that CD and left it outside her bedroom window.

Um, on that CD, uh, you said, "Our spot".

Where was your spot?

There's this part of Sherwood Beach that no one ever went to.

But we'd always go and hang out.

But Maggie never showed up that night.

Now I know why.

It was my fault.

She never would have 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. I mean, it's worth a shot.

Okay. I'll set it up with his therapist.

Thanks, Kono.

What's the matter with you? You 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 noticed I'm looking at her a little differently.

- You know what I mean? - I do.

The point is this, okay?

The way that I saw Bridget looking at Spencer,

that whole thing, I recognised it. Why?

Because I went through the same thing with my partner.

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

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 realised what I would be destroying

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 gotta 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 wanna 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 wanna 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.

- Wait a second.

- I knew that sounded familiar. - Uncle Icy.

It was a big deal ten years ago.

I mean, they had a shop off Kapahulu, but that truck went everywhere.

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 have spotted it while it was moving through the woods.

Kai Mahelona.

- Five-0. - Hey, Five-0. 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, a 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 to 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.

- Are you going to see Bridget? - Uh, yes, I am.

Okay. Can I give you some advice?

I give you one compliment and now you're Buddha with the life lessons, what?

- Never mind. - No, no, I wanna 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'll give me a ride? That's very nice of you.

Hey! Congratulations, buddy, nice work.

Hey, I heard about the case.

You, uh, got time for an appetiser, maybe?

- Yeah. Yeah. - Good.

So, uh, how was the, um, the seminar with, um, Spencer?

Was it good? You guys have fun or what?

You wanna 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 wanna split 'em?

Sure. Uh, what about, uh, what about... is he married?

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay. You?

I was just asking you 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. If you have something to say, just say it.

Okay. I'll say it.

Whatever is going on, you need to stop it now.

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

- I know. Yeah. - Mmm.

You know that every morning I wake up and I watch the ceiling fan

and I just feel 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 gotta 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 don't... 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 wanna 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 co-workers say he left work, what, 8.30, right?

And we got witnesses who put him at the bar in Waimanalo at 10 pm.

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. - Go ahead.

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'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 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, 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.

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

But I got something else. We gotta 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 called 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 gotta 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 have 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 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.

- Hm. - But according to the ME,

if he was going about 30 miles an hour and hit a 200-pound boar,

it would have 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 on 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?

Well, 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 him that we found her killer.

This is all really good. I like this.

But unfortunately, this evidence is circumstantial.

- How are 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.

Why are you putting him through this again?

He's told you everything he knows.

Well, 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 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,

but 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? Humour me.

One more 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 back seat.

Who else is with you?

No one. I'm alone.

♪ Baa baa black sheep

♪ Have you any wool?

♪ Yes, sir, yes, sir

♪ Three bags full ♪

Mommy?

I see my mommy.

And 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 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. Thanks. 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. - Thank you, though.

All right. 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 don't want... 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 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 gonna make things worse.

Yeah.

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.

- Hm? - Thank you.

That's it. That's all I got.

- Do you wanna come in? - No.

I don't wanna interrupt anything. I mean, you're all dressed up.

- Get in here, you jerk. - Thanks.

Wait a minute. 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 it 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 and Dr Pepper. Make it fast.

I'm in a damn hurry.

Remember when you tried to grow that moustache?

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

- Okay. - I'm serious.

Ten-four, good buddy.

Come on.

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

You bet your ass on that, boy.

- Man.