All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.2010.S02E06.720p.BluRay.X264-REWARD-NHI

You know it's bad luck
to tape your own hands.

And you wanna wrap it
a little thicker over your knuckles.

Let me help you out
with that right hand.

- Ahem.
- You know how to do this?

Yeah. Did some Muay Thai.
A little jujitsu.

Really?

Heh. Yeah.
Used to spar with my ex-boyfriend.

It was kind of fun
until I started beating him.

Ah. Maybe you should be going out
into that ring instead of me.

It's not too late to call it off.

It's not gonna look so hot
if your nose is over there.

I'm sorry. Are you...
You paying me a compliment?

Maybe.

Okay. Make a fist. Tight. Okay.

Hey, McGarrett!
- Yeah.

You're up.
- All right.

- One more for luck.
- Okay.

- Showtime.
- Showtime.

You did try and talk him
out of this, right?

- Yeah, I did. Didn't really work.
- Clearly.

Wow.

Oh, not that guy.

Oh, look at this. This is perfect.

- What're you doing?
- Getting ready to throw in the towel.

- Mouth guard.
Mouth guard.

You need a helmet,
not a mouth guard.

- Okay. Go ahead.
Go get them.

Fighters to the middle.
Any questions? Touch gloves.

Are you ready? Are you ready?
Let's fight!

- Loco Moco from Rainbow?
- Yes, sir.

Hope you brought
enough for everyone.

Special Agent Kensi Blye
from NCIS' Los Angeles office.

- Steve McGarrett.
- Nice to meet you, sailor.

- Nice to meet you. NCIS?
- Yep.

Tell Sam I haven't forgotten
that steak dinner I owe him.

But he's gotta come
here to collect.

I'd start saving up.
Man can put away the protein.

- Here you can take this one.
- Thank you. Nice. Wow.

- Ooh.
- What are you doing with that?

I needed help analyzing the footage.

According to Joe, this meeting
between Governor Jameson,

Wo Fat, and your father
was recorded by a surveillance camera

in Governor Jameson's office
over a year ago.

Only you have no idea what
he's saying because the audio sucks.

What she means is that
the audio file is unrecoverable.

I flew Agent Blye in from L.A.

She's an expert lip reader,
and we can trust her.

You sure about that?

- Is there something I should know?
- Basically, I owe Joe one.

He pulled a few strings and got me out
of a sticky little situation in Jakarta.

So yeah. You can trust me.

You weren't supposed to
be in Jakarta.

You weren't supposed to know
I was in Jakarta.

Point taken.

What is this called again?
Loco Moco.

It's a mixture of rice, hamburger,
a couple fried eggs and gravy.

Mm. Separate, delicious.
Together, heaven. It's great.

Yeah. It's good.
Listen, you got anything yet?

Right. So I managed to decipher
some of the conversation.

They exchange pleasantries.

And small talk, small talk, small talk.

Until here. Your father
says something that gets a reaction.

What's he say?

He says,
"I want to know about Shelburne."

Shelburne?

And then your man, Wo Fat,
responds by asking:

"Who told you about Shelburne?"

That's when your father turns,
and I can't see his response.

But Wo Fat clearly
tensed up at the word "Shelburne."

Shelburne?

That mean anything to you?

- No.
Me neither.

Well, it could be a name
of someone or a street?

It could be a code for something.

I don't think so. I ran it through
Naval Encryption Database

and didn't get anything.

Mokoto led us to this video.

- Maybe he knows what Shelburne is.
- I'm sorry. Who's Mokoto?

Really, guys?
I've got level five security clearance.

I can run his name
whether you tell me or not.

- So are we gonna do this or what?
- Why were you in Jakarta?

Another story, another day.

Anything you tell me
about Mokoto stays between us.

Mokoto hired my father
to investigate Governor Jameson.

Yeah, Danny.

I'll be right there.
I caught a case. I gotta go.

- Thanks for your help, okay? Aloha.
- Aloha.

Mahalo for the breakfast.

Something tells me
he's not gonna let this go.

No.

Vic was Jake Griffin.

- The restaurant guy.
- Yeah. One and only.

Five restaurants in Hawaii.
Twenty on the mainland.

Oh, you gotta sell a lot of Misoyaki
Butterfish to buy a place like this, no?

Never would've pegged you
as a butterfish type of guy.

You know, I'm not. I'm really not.
My wallet is not either.

But I weaned Grace
off of fish sticks onto butterfish.

Now it's her favorite.
So that's good.

- That's good.
- Yeah.

Pool guy found the body
duct-taped to a chair.

Single gunshot wound to the chest.

What do we got, Lori?
Body was dumped in the pool.

Unfortunately, chlorinated water
is quite effective

at eliminating trace evidence.

Oh, that's convenient.

Or premeditated.

However, based on the size
of the contact muzzle burn

and at the entry wound,

I would hazard a preliminary guess
that the victim was shot

with a.38 caliber handgun
at point blank range.

H.P.D. Turn up a murder weapon yet?

- Not yet. They're inside processing.
- It looks like a robbery gone bad.

How do you think
this went down, Lori?

Well, usually the most dangerous time
in an encounter like this

is before the victim's restrained

because usually that's when
a struggle can happen.

But what bothers me about this is Jake
was already duct-taped to the chair.

All right, so he poses no threat.
He can't fight back.

- So why shoot him?
- Yeah.

Several Reuben Tam paintings taken.

Jewelry, silverware, electronics.

Okay, so these thieves
definitely knew what they were after.

Yeah, H.P.D. Says there were other
home invasions in Honolulu this week.

- Same MO?
- Yeah. Minus the dead guy in the pool.

All right. Let's call H.P.D.

Make sure we know everything there is
about these other cases.

Yeah.

- Our victim. He had a family?
- He's divorced.

Wife's on the mainland.
They got one kid. Josh, 14, lives here.

Lives here? It's 3: 15.

- Yeah, so?
- School let out 15 minutes ago.

Hey, Danny, where are you going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Josh.

- Hey, buddy.
- What's going on?

Why are all these police in my house?

Listen, I'm a detective.
My name's Danny Williams.

Where's my dad?

Come here.

Where's Josh?

I need to see my nephew.

- You're Jake's sister?
- Yes, Samantha.

- Is Josh okay?
- Fine. He's with one of our detectives.

There's someone here
to see you, buddy.

Josh.

Oh, God.

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

Kid makes the lacrosse team today.

Can't wait to come home
and tell his pop.

Danny, we're gonna find
the people who did this.

As of now, there has been no arrest

in the murder of Jake Griffin.
Detectives are still at the scene.

All right. These other
two home invasions. What do we got?

Both took place
within the last five days

in the same upscale neighborhoods.
Both with the same MO.

Four masked gunmen were waiting
for families inside their homes.

No signs of forced entry.

These guys duct-tape the men
to chairs and beat them

in front of their wives and children

until they gave up
the location of their valuables.

- Unreal.
- But Jake Griffin was alone, right?

Josh had not come home
from school yet.

Maybe that's why the situation
escalated. They had no leverage.

- Maybe that's why Jake fought back.
- Yeah, maybe.

But why were these people
targeted in the first place?

What's the link?
There has to be a link.

Well, typically, home invaders
have been inside

their victims' homes
prior to the attack.

They use that opportunity
to assess their victims' assets.

All right, so then we crosscheck
maids, contractors, deliveries.

Anyone with access to their homes.

Yes, start with that. We'll talk
to the victims. See if they remember

- anything they forgot in the statements.
- Okay.

We already told the other detectives.

We don't remember anything.

Okay. Sometimes being back
in a specific environment

that you were at just prior
to a trauma can trigger a memory.

The only thing that you
and the other victims have in common

is you all ate
at high-end Waikiki restaurants

in the days leading up to attacks.

Restaurants that you frequent
at least once a week.

Look, we wanna help. We do.

But I was duct-taped to a chair

and had a gun put to my head
in front of my wife and kids.

- I don't remember much beyond that.
- I understand.

My kids thought
they were going to die.

When a violation
of this kind takes place,

the experience can be
extremely traumatic.

It will take some time,
but you will get past it.

Try and think back
to when you were arriving,

when you were leaving. Do you
remember anybody bumping into you?

Ask you for directions?
Use your phone?

No, nothing like that.

Did your purse
ever leave your side?

No, I always keep it
on the table so I can see it.

What about your car?

- What about it?
Where'd you park?

- Uh, down the street.
No, you didn't.

Remember, honey,
we were running late and you valeted.

No, I parked...

Wait, you're right.
I gave my car to the valet.

Do you keep your house keys
on the same keychain?

I do. Why do you ask?

We'll be in touch,
but call us if you remember anything.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

- What's up?
- Danny, is there a valet stand

- at the front of that restaurant?
- Yes, there is.

A very bright orange and yellow sign.
Kokua Valet.

- Let me guess. You too.
- Yeah, I think we just found our link.

Kokua Valet.
They serviced all the restaurants

where the vics ate,
including Jake Griffin's place.

Yeah, the company's got 20 freelance
employees on the payroll, but get this.

Four specific employees

all worked together the nights
the victims were at the restaurant.

Let me guess. All four of them were off
the days that the invasions took place.

- You got it.
- Any of these four got a record?

Yeah, one.

Ah. Dave Lockhart,

proud owner of a string
of petty theft and robbery charges.

- This guy working tonight?
- Nope. And neither are the others.

Dave Lockhart, Five-0, open up.

Clear right!

Clear left. Room clear.

Go ahead.

Last room clear.

- Nobody's home.
- Could be on the prowl.

- Find something?
- Yeah.

Looks like these guys are
taking impressions of keys on the job.

Then they come back here.
They make copies. I got molds.

- I got some kind of polymer gel.
- All right. I give you 10-to-1,

when we check the victims' locks,
we find trace evidence of this stuff.

What do you got, Chin?
- Surveillance pictures.

Looks like our suspects cased
all the houses before they hit them.

I know that one.
That's the Laskos.

There's Doroughty's.
I do not recognize this one. You?

- No.
- They could be there right now.

Get a picture.

Sun's to the east.
Looks like Aina Haina.

Yeah, Kono, listen.
Chin's sending you through a photo.

Find that house right away.
We think they could be hitting it.

Let my family go.
Shut up.

- Shut up!
I'll give you whatever you want.

Shut up!

Where's the safe?

Don't make me ask you again.

How many guys we looking at?

Looks like we got three home invaders.

No sign of the fourth.

Hostage count is four.
Two adults, two children.

- They're already restrained.
- Laser mic's online.

Tell me where it is,
or you're all gonna die!

If we're gonna breach,
we gotta breach right now, okay?

Chin, you guys take the rear.
You two, you're on me.

We're moving now.
All right, all right, Come on.

Go! Go!

Turn around!
I said, turn around!

- We're all clear!
Let me see your hands!

Room clear.

Hands, hands, hands!
Turn around and back up to me.

Clear.

It's gonna be all right.

- Is there anybody else in the house?
- Uh...

Chin, Lori, number four
is coming to you. Right now.

Five-0! Don't move!

Freeze!

Nice work.

How many times I gotta tell you?
I didn't kill Jake.

What are you doing?
Are you covering for your crew?

Huh? You know there's
no honor amongst thieves.

Eventually, they will rat on you. Why
don't you just beat them to the punch?

Hey. You haven't missed anything.

This guy's vocabulary does not stray
too far from the word "lawyer."

Ah. So what happened?

Jake connect the dots?
Figure out you were making copies

of his customers' keys.
And then hitting their homes?

- Lawyer.
- Know what I mean?

Because you see,
this wasn't a random score.

- Jake was onto you, wasn't he?
- Lawyer.

You go to his hale, ask him not to talk,
and then everything goes out the door.

You crazy?
I never even met the man.

Never met the guy? You're a
valet driver at one of his restaurants.

Do I look like an idiot?
That doesn't make sense.

Nah, man.
The guy's just a name on a t-shirt.

His sister's the one
that ran the whole operation.

Least until he kicked her to the curb.

- He fired her? Why?
- How would I know?

I told you, I never met the man.

Look, you think we hit his house?
Go through our stash.

You won't find a damn thing
from Jake Griffin's place.

By the way. Lawyer.

I called because
my findings were highly unusual.

I thought they may be pertinent
to your investigation.

Great.
We have a suspect in custody

who swears
he didn't murder Jake Griffin.

How's your sense of smell,
Agent Weston?

Excuse me?

Ooh, uh... Ahem. I detect a hint
of strawberry and lavender.

Perhaps even some fresh coconut.
Body wash or shampoo?

- Max, you're creeping me out.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I wasn't trying to be forward,
Agent Weston.

I was merely trying
to prove a point.

Sometimes our olfactory senses
are our best forensic tools.

Okay, olfactory senses.
What are you trying to say?

You didn't happen to notice a faint odor

of Australian tea tree oil
on your suspect, did you?

I try not to smell the suspects, Max.
Why?

Well, it is just one of several
atypical findings in this case.

When I swabbed the duct tape
that bound your victim,

I was able to recover some traces
of Australian tea tree oil

and eucalyptus oil that was preserved

on the adhesive side of the duct tape.

As you can see,
Mr. Griffin suffered no trauma

or subdermal bruising of the wrists.

So our vic didn't put up a fight
when he was restrained.

And I believe I know why.

I found high-velocity blood splatter
under the duct tape,

which would suggest Jake Griffin was
dead before he was taped to the chair.

Doesn't make any sense. Why shoot
him and then tape him to a chair?

So it turns out that our vic's sister,
Samantha Martel,

was dropped from Griffin Enterprises
payroll a few months ago.

- Well, was she fired?
Nothing in the record

states that.
When I reached out to the company,

the line was Samantha left on her own
to work at Jake's charitable foundation.

And is that legit? Or is the foundation
just code for tax shelter?

No. Griffin did a lot of good work
for the community.

The guy opened gyms all over
the island to keep kids off the street.

Noble, but not as profitable.

So I just spoke to Griffin's attorney.

Turns out his entire estate and
all his restaurants fall to his son, Josh.

But only after he turns 25.

And until then,
I bet I can guess who's in control.

Sister Samantha.

Yeah. Looks like she maybe shot her
way back into the restaurant business.

Excuse me.

- Joe.
It's set.

We're meeting Mokoto tomorrow
afternoon, his place.

- 1600 hours.
- Okay, I'll be there.

- Hey, is Kensi still with you?
- No.

I dropped her off at the airport. Why?

I was just wondering.
I mean, you guys seem to have a...

Seem to have quite a past.

Steve, she's young enough
to be my daughter.

You know something, Joe? She kind of
reminds me of wife number two.

Tall, dark, lethal.
Seems to be your type.

Sorry, you're breaking up.

Is that any way to welcome
a houseguest, Commander White?

You must admit that
with a lack of suitable hiding places

in this apartment,
you set the odds firmly in my favor.

- What do you want?
- I want to know why you are asking

questions about men
that are no longer with us.

I'll stop asking those questions
when you tell me about Shelburne.

What does it mean?

You've done more work
than I could've imagined, old man.

- Would you do me one favor?
- What's that?

Tell John McGarrett that his son
will be along soon enough.

How's Josh?

He's going to need some time to heal,
but he's a strong boy.

- A lot like his father.
- Excuse me.

- Go ahead.
- Thank you.

Has there been
any progress in the case?

As a matter of fact, there has.
Yeah, that's why we're here.

Mrs. Martel, where were you
at the time of your brother's murder.

Well, I was working at
Jake's charitable foundation all day

until the police called. Why?

You used to run a couple
of restaurants for Jake, right?

Well, yeah, but what does that
have to do with anything?

Well, I was just wondering
if there were any hard feelings

- when your brother fired you.
- What? No, well, he didn't fire me.

- I quit.
- Really? Why would you do that?

I mean, just change careers
out of the blue.

Okay, look, you don't understand.

I have always loved that foundation,
working with those kids.

When a position opened up,
Jake offered me a job full-time.

I don't have anything to do with
the restaurants anymore.

Yeah, that was true yesterday, but now
that Jake's passed, you're in control.

Well, no, that's... Jake's will?

That's about taking care of Josh.

Look, I don't care what you think.
I did not kill my brother.

Okay, I have to ask you, Ms. Martel.
Do you own a gun?

Well, I mean, it's not really mine.
Jake had a gun.

There's nothing registered
in either of your names, ma'am.

No, it wouldn't have been registered.
Jake found out that one of the guys

he was helping with his charity got
a hold of a gun. And he took it away.

Where's the gun now?

Heads up. Heads up.

Jake wanted to build a place

where underprivileged
kids could come and be safe.

All of these kids can come
and train for free.

Hey, Ms. Martel.
I need you to sign a couple things.

You in the market
for some cleaning products?

Fighters use these to wipe down
after they train.

Kills ringworm, staph, MRSA.

Hey. Look what they're made from.

Australian tea tree oil
and eucalyptus oil.

Same oils that Max
found in the duct tape

- he pulled off our vic.
- Yeah. We're good.

All right. Good job.

Jake's gun's right in there.

- Honey, is everything all right?
- They need the gun.

For what?
- They think that I killed Jake.

- What?
- Hey, Mr. Martel.

I'm gonna ask you to just step back,
all right?

No gun.

What do you mean?
It's gotta be there.

Well, it's not.

- When was the last time you saw it?
- I don't know.

- Maybe a couple weeks ago?
- Hey, it's all right.

You didn't do anything wrong.
All right?

Okay, who else knew about
this gun besides you two?

Jake and I. Well, and Boriero.

- Who's Boriero?
- One of the fighters who trains here.

That's the kid I mentioned.
Jake took the gun off of him.

Said that if he wanted to train here,
he had to stay out of trouble.

That was one of Jake's only rules
about this place.

Okay, fine. Where's he at?
Is Boriero here?

No. He hasn't trained here
for a few weeks.

Why's that?

He left after an argument
with my brother about going pro.

He wanted a sponsorship. But Jake
said the foundation wasn't about that.

All right,
we know where Boriero lives?

Vitor Boriero. He went away in 2009
for taking part in an armed robbery.

He strong-armed the owner
of a Kapi'olani beer joint

and then cleaned out the safe.

This guy sounds like
a complete gentleman.

Guy drives an '82 Jeep

CJ-7, black. It should give you
a heads-up, if he's home.

- Am I driving? Of course, I'm driving.
- All right. Thanks.

Oh, and one more thing.
Word to the wise,

Boriero's trained.

- I would not engage in hand-to-hand.
- That's not going to happen.

I like my gun.

There's the Jeep.
Looks like he's home.

Doesn't look like Boriero's
worried about theft.

The benefits of being
built like King Kong.

- You're not gonna believe this.
- What do you got?

He's obviously not very bright.

Plain sight,
we have a beautiful.38 caliber.

Same caliber as the murder weapon.

Hey!
- Hey.

What you guys doing?

Boriero, Five-0.
Show me your hands right now.

Get on the ground.
On the ground. Hey!

No, no, no! No, no, no. Come on!

Going north.

My shoulder. My shoulder.
My shoulder.

I'm supposed to fight tomorrow, man.

Plenty of chances to fight
where you're going, Boriero.

- You're going away. Understand?
- Going away for what?

We found Jake's murder weapon
in your Jeep.

You know that gun ain't mine.
You planted it.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Do not engage in hand-to-hand.

- Do you remember that?
- Must've forgot.

- Must've forgot it. Okay.
- Hey, tell me something.

- What?
- When did Max say time of death was?

Between 9 and 10 a.m.
Why?

Because this guy didn't do it.

According to this, you were
in the hospital yesterday morning.

Yeah, I was sparring the night before.
Took a head punch.

Figured I should get that checked out.

All right.
Well, I hope that the head punch

didn't mess
with your memory too much.

We got questions we wanna ask you.

You really think I killed Jake?

How do we know
this isn't just a stab at an alibi?

Might be able to fake a wristband.
Can't fake a CT scan.

- Call the hospital.
- Oh, we got somebody doing that.

In the meantime,
why don't you tell us

how the gun that killed Jake
ended up in your Jeep?

Jeep's wide open.
Anyone could've planted that.

- Why would someone do that?
- Why would I shoot Jake?

Without that gym,
I'd be on the streets.

I don't know. Old habits die hard.

Jake called me a loser to my face.

And not many men have the stones
to say that to me but he was right.

- And I respected him for it.
- I believe that.

You did respect him up until where
he wouldn't give you a sponsorship.

You got it all wrong.

A lot of money in MMA these days.
I mean, you turn pro,

get a couple of pay-per-view fights.
Talking about a lot of money.

A lot of money, but Jake
was not interested in that, right?

He didn't want his charity
to turn into a business.

You guys fought over it.
When it did not go your way,

- you shot him.
- That's crazy.

Look, did I wanna go pro?
Sure. Who wouldn't?

But I turned down Marshall's offer,
but he wouldn't let it go.

Marshall, Jake's brother-in-law?
What does he have to do with this?

He said he'd train me,
manage me, the whole shot.

He even asked me
if I could recruit other guys too.

How much commission
was he asking for?

20 percent.

20 percent.
When was the last time you saw him?

He came by yesterday
to break the news about Jake.

Said he didn't want me
to hear it on TV.

Was your Jeep parked in front
when he came?

Yeah, always in the same spot.

All right. So I looked into
Marshall Martel like you asked.

I found something interesting.
According to his credit card statement,

yesterday morning,
he spent $84 at a hardware store

five blocks from the crime scene.
Check out what he bought.

Duct tape and cleaning supplies.

- Check out the timestamp.
- 10: 17.

That's right around TOD.

One, two. One, two, three.
One. One. One, two. One, two.

Hey, Marshall.

- Hang on. Just finishing up.
- No, you're all finished. You're done.

Take five.

What are you talking about?

Talking about the fact
that you killed Jake Griffin.

- Excuse me?
- Then you went to the hardware store

to cover up the crime
which is good indication

that you weren't
planning on killing him.

Right, but when you did, you wanted
the cops to be looking the other way.

So you covered it up
and made it look like

one of those home invasion crimes
you saw on the news.

- What's going on?
- Hands behind your back. Come on.

Marshall, are they arresting you?
Marshall, say something.

- Ma'am, I'm sorry about this.
- Marshall, say something! Marshall!

It was an accident.
I was just trying to scare him.

- What? He was my brother.
- He had all the money in the world.

All I wanted was something for us

so we wouldn't have to come
to him with hat-in-hand anymore.

- But he just wouldn't listen.
- So, what? You killed him?

We were arguing. He went for the gun.
It went off. I panicked.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Excuse me. Fight night!
- Oh, yeah.

Pardon me, wahine.
Excuse me, brother. Pardon me.

Make sure everybody gets some, brah.
Yeah. Feed the people.

Oh, good seats, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

That is a lot of popcorn.
Even for you, Kamekona.

Give me some cracky munchy.

Air-popped. Healthy kind, sister.

- You guys hungry?
- Don't mind if I do.

Oh, easy, brah.
No more refills over here.

I know this is for charity,
but this is crazy.

- Right? Even for McGarrett.
- So his opponent,

says in his statistics here

that he's 21-8 with 13 TKOs.
What's a TKO?

It means that 13 of his opponents
were unable to continue fighting him.

- Oh, so that's a good thing then.
- Not for McGarrett.

Okay, okay. Listen, listen.

The mantra is, this is all for charity.
Okay, so you have to just say it.

- I'll be fine.
- Okay.

Yo, McGarrett.

Thanks for taking my spot on the card.
Jake wouldn't want the fans

- cheated out of a fight.
- It's all for the kids, brah.

I'll try to put on a good show for you.

Besides, I'm the one
who dislocated your shoulder.

Yeah, I didn't forget.
Hit them hard, bro.

- Excuse me, miss.
- Yeah, thanks. All right.

Now from the sold out
Blaisdell Arena in Honolulu, Hawaii,

it's time!

This here's the main event
of the evening.

That's your cue.
And your last chance to back out.

MMA legend,
Chuck "The Iceman" Liddell

takes on hometown hero,
Steve McGarrett.

Okay, stay down. Let's go home.
Can we go home? Stay down.

It's charity. Don't get up.

Oh, yes! Come on!

Ooh!

Oh, you the man.

I didn't know an arm
could bend that far back, brah.

Actually the rotator cuff
has an amazing range of mobility.

Want me to get you
a steak for that eye?

Right?
Who knew charity hurt so much?

Boss, when you got back up,
and went after that guy, it was pure...

- Pure imua, brah!
If that means pure stupidity,

- then we're all in agreement.
- What you got going with that hand?

I'm about to give you a beating, buddy.
Bring it.

- Get chairs out of the way. Let's go.
My money is on the SEAL.

Now this I wanna see.
No really.

Joe.

What happened to you?
Where's Mokoto?

- He's dead.
- Dead? What happened?

I got here. Door was open.
His body's in the study.

- It looks like he was tortured.
- What?

Who would torture
an old man in a wheelchair?

Wo Fat.

I don't understand.
Why would he come here?

- How did he know about Mokoto?
- Wo Fat paid me a visit last night.

What are you talking about?

He got the jump on me.
And then he disappeared.

- Did you tell him about Mokoto?
- No. But he must've known.

Okay, Wo Fat's either cleaning house,
or he's looking for answers, right?

We did this.

- What?
- Our questions got Mokoto killed.

No, Joe. Wo Fat started this,
and I plan to finish it.

You continue to go down this road,
son, you gotta ask yourself:

How many more lives
is that gonna cost?