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That's nice. Now, how about you
give me something I could really use?

(LAUGHS) That's it.

This guy's
as good as dead.

Gotcha!

REYNOLDS: Island International is
ready to funnel another half million

into the Kinkaid
war chest.

No. No. No, no, no. Listen,
this is Jeff's first campaign.

I don't want him
beholden to anybody.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Damn it, Matt,
relax, all right?

Every dollar contributed through
my bank is strictly legal.

Kinkaid.

Look, tell him we're not
ready to sell the Kinkaid Oahu.

Not now, not in the foreseeable
future, not at any price.

WOMAN ON PA: Attention to all
Hawaiian holiday tour group members.

Today's tour will take you to some
of Oahu's most famous sights...

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

Thank you.

Well, you've been pre-registered.
Penthouse suite number one.

Compliments
of Mr. Kinkaid.

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

Thank you.
You're very welcome.

REYNOLDS:
The campaign money is clean.

Come on, Matt,
ease off, will you?

Look, you've got my word. I will
not do anything to embarrass Jeff.

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

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

I'll make sure that
nobody in all these islands

ever does business
with you again.

WOMAN ON PA: Attention,
Kinkaid Oahu guests.

Tours of the neighboring islands
are now boarding in the...

Jess!

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

You're early.

Well, we had a tail wind
all the way from Tokyo.

Well, how was
the book tour?

Oh, exhausting!
Six countries in two weeks!

Incidentally, thank you so
much for your hospitality.

Well, I'll never forget yours when
we brought the boys to Cabot Cove.

Now, you will stay through
the election, won't you?

Oh, I can't.

You know, they've advanced the
publication date on my new novel.

WOMAN ON PA:
Telephone for J.B. Fletcher.

Please pick up
a courtesy phone.

Hello, this is
J.B. Fletcher.

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher,
this is Bill Forsythe.

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

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

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

(CHUCKLING) I understand.
Maybe another time.

Thank you so much.

Sorry to have bothered
you. Bye. Goodbye.

Jess, I was the soul
of discretion

after you told me
that all you wanted

was a little bit of rest
and a lot of fun.

It was the other way around.

Well, the fun part
starts this afternoon.

We've invited
a few friends

to a luau fundraiser for
Jeff at the old plantation.

He'll be there, of course,
and so will Danny and Mother.

Oh, and how is Rebecca?

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

Oh, great!

Matt, I read about
the election on the plane,

including an in-depth
article about Randy Thompson.

It must be a difficult
situation for Danny.

I mean, his brother
running against his boss.

He'll live with it.

Jess, I've had
this dream too long

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

for Jeff's
political career.

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

(PHONE RINGING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

JEFF: Who's the girl?

BOONE:
We're working on it.

Where'd you
get the video?

It was dropped
in the mail slot.

Bull! You had Thompson under
surveillance and you got lucky.

Wrong! Where's your evidence, Danny?

In my gut.
Shred the damn thing.

(SCOFFS) He's
protecting his boss.

I'm protecting
my brother.

Jeff, you leak this

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

for the rest
of your career.

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

unless I win
on Tuesday.

He's right.

It's a tough league for rookies.
One strike, and you're out.

There's still time
to turn it all around.

Keep hitting the issues.
The environment, crime...

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

Keep making sense.
But this...

Suggestion.

We wait for the new poll
this afternoon.

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

Danny? Agreed?

I said my piece.

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

SHARON: I want them held. They've seen
their lawyer. Let them yell, I don't care.

Book them
and isolate them now!

I love tough cops.

You're supposed to,
especially this one.

I came for my pressure gauge, so I can
start diving again before I get too old.

We're still
checking it out.

A week it takes
to check an air gauge?

Listen, buster, I'm not anxious
to become a grieving fianc�e.

If someone wants to kill you,
I want to find out about it.

Your boss' disposition
any better

since he got ahead
in the polls?

Randy's just
doing his job.

(PHONE RINGING)

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

Detective Matsumoto.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

WOMAN ON PA:
Telephone for J.B. Fletcher.

Please pick up
a courtesy phone.

This is J.B. Fletcher.
WOMAN: Yes, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm with the Honolulu News,
and I was wondering...

Excuse me, Miss
Dougherty, package for you.

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

but I'm not giving
any interviews.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm Liz Dougherty,

Jeff Kinkaid's
campaign manager.

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

Well, thank you,
and likewise.

And I have
a confession to make.

You're a little late,
Miss Dougherty.

Several members of the media
have already told me

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

Well, I will
just apologize.

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

you might mention your
old friends, the Kinkaids,

and that could
translate into votes.

No more, I promise.

Good. I'll hold you to it.

These just came in
from the Macau police.

Brett Reynolds, and of course
you recognize Martin Osborn.

I'll add them
to the file.

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

I was wrong. But...

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

sending a ton of cash
out of Southeast Asia

and a flood of unexplained
money coming into Hawaii.

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

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

Danny, are you sure you aren't
unconsciously dragging your feet on this?

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

is that I've finally got a
man in place in Reynolds' bank.

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

no matter how hard
they try to bury it.

(CHUCKLING)
You're a genius, Joe.

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

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

The computer codes
were corrupted.

Well, I'm assigning you

to the same kind of
troubleshooting at our Hilo branch

and boosting
your salary 10%.

That's very generous
of you, sir.

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

They'll be expecting you
tomorrow morning.

Terrific!

Um, one thing, sir.

About the
Kaanapali Beach file.

What about it?

If I could spend
one more day on it

and meet with you for
half an hour tomorrow?

Morning's dead.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yeah. SECRETARY: Mr.
Osborn is here to see you.

Tell him just a minute.

Tomorrow, 2:30.
I'll notify Hilo.

Yes, sir.

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

I decided
to take a holiday

to observe
your elections.

You did receive the additional
two million we dispatched

on behalf of our
chosen candidates?

It's been put to work.

Good.

Frankly, Reynolds,
we're very concerned

about Jeff Kinkaid's
drop in the polls.

I believe I have made
it abundantly clear

that it's not
in our interests

to see Randall Thompson
seated in the Senate.

Look, we're doing
the best we can.

But I've gotta tell you that Jeff's
brother Danny is the loose cannon.

He could put us both
out of business.

We are very aware
of Danny Kinkaid.

Very much aware.

(TRADITIONAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUESTS APPLAUDING)

As you all know,
like my grandson here,

I ran for political office
once myself.

A little too aggressively,
they used to tell me.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING) You remember, Jessica?

Indeed.

I suspect they mean that you were
a woman before your time, Rebecca.

Exactly! And you damn well
better get home and mix some poi,

like a proper
tutu wahine.

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

A candidate for
the next century!

WOMAN: Another question?
Now, no more questions.

Everybody, go have
a good time.

And vote for Jeff Kinkaid, or else!

Oh, this should have
a warning label on it.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Sharon, you should keep an eye on
your young man's fit and finish.

Now, that would have made
a great campaign photo.

If it was a candidate's collar.

Rebecca, thank you
so much for your help.

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

Thanks! I found a new
coral reef to ravage.

Gotta rescue Jeff.

Well done, Rebecca.

Adequate.

If I may, it's quite apparent that
Danny is still your favorite grandson.

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

Somebody in this family
has to look out for him.

Jessica!
Hello, Danny.

Welcome to Hawaii.
Thank you.

And, Sharon,
how lovely to see you.

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

Oh, we met during my
training over at NYPD.

Sun instead of snow.
Somehow it agrees with me.

You bet.

Okay, what?

Jeff, I've got
an idea.

Why don't we give all these
people a big happy surprise

and announce
our engagement?

Come on,
we've talked about this.

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

Is your dad going to be pushing your
buttons for the rest of your life?

Of our lives?

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

If we go public now,

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

"Rich candidate to marry girl
from wrong side of the reef"?

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

It's not
the right time, Liz.

Honey, I'm sorry.

(HUKILAU SONG PLAYING)

We've got 50 TV spots scheduled
between now and Tuesday.

But, I have to admit, I don't
like the way the polls are going.

Well, then buy
another 100 spots.

This is about
winning, Jeff.

And if you need money on
Wednesday morning, it'll be there.

(SIGHS)
The Hukilau.

The net is cast out
and drawn back,

and many fish
are caught.

Jeff, for the last time, Reynolds
and his bank are gonna bring you down.

Danny, enough!
I've seen the accounting.

Every penny that Reynolds
raised for me

is from individuals
all over the islands.

Right.

And the fish in the net can
get away any time they want.

(SIZZLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Danny, the latest new poll.
We've lost another point.

I know what
you're thinking.

We've got to go with
the Thompson video.

What do you think, Liz?
Where and when?

We can drop it off at
Channel 5 tomorrow morning.

Then you do it without me.
I'm out of here.

Pal, you sure
picked a great time

to let your hatred for your
brother and your old man bubble up.

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

WOMAN: Easy.

Let's get
out of here.

Everything we want is in Reynolds' personal
computer in a file called "Kilauea."

Hmm! Hawaii's
hottest volcano.

Like the subject matter,

I figure it covers payoffs, disguised
campaign contributions, also sources.

Dirty money transferred illegally into
Hawaii from criminal organizations abroad.

Yakuza, drug cartels,
and others.

Including Osborn.

Here's our problem. I have one
shot at getting it out of there.

Late tomorrow morning, when
Reynolds is at a meeting.

Can you download it
onto a floppy disk?

No, he's got
a watchdog on it.

But we can use his modem, send
it via phone to another computer.

What about you going back
to the bank right now?

Security's too heavy
at night.

Business hours are better,
when I can move around.

Is your office computer
secure?

Negative. It's on
an open network.

But I do have access
to a secure one.

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

Danny, you acted
on principle.

And you were right.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello? SECRETARY: Danny,
can you make the meeting?

No, I can't. Cancel that. I
won't be in till this afternoon.

I'll reschedule.
Right.

Okay, bye.

(SIGHS) I wish I could grow
orchids in Cabot Cove.

Afraid your winters
are a little harsh.

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

then heading up
to the sugar mill.

Oh, I thought
that was long gone.

No, no. I'm going to donate
it as an historical site.

Ben just stops by
to keep it up.

And Danny uses it
sometimes as an office.

Probably your last chance to
see it as Kinkaid property.

(CHUCKLES) I'd love to,
Ben, but thank you.

It's good to see you again. Likewise.

Be careful, bruddah,
you hear?

I hear you!
Nothing to worry about.

Rebecca?

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

A great deal,
in fact.

Danny's lucky
to be alive.

Oh, come on, Grandma.

I had a diving accident
about a week ago.

If it was an accident.

Apparently, there's reason
to believe it wasn't?

The Coast Guard had to fly
him to a decompression chamber.

It's a miracle
he didn't die.

Experienced divers
like Danny

don't make mistakes
with their equipment.

My pressure gauge glitched.

There's been no evidence
found of any tampering.

As if he didn't
have enemies.

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

Look, if I worried about everybody
that hated me, I couldn't do my job.

Anyway, time
for a swim.

Take care.

I'll see you
in an hour, okay?

Perfect.

(MOTORBOAT REVVING)

Hey! Hey!
What're you...

Hey! Cut it out!
What're you doing?

WOMAN: I want you to take three
men and I want you to go...

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

The Coast Guard called
for another chopper.

He can't be gone,
not like this.

We used to race in
from the point.

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

The press
has been calling.

Do you want me to issue
a statement for you?

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

Yeah. No.

(SIGHING) Oh, God. Right on
top of the Thompson video.

I haven't leaked it yet.

I was planning on
doing it this morning,

but then Matt called
about Danny.

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

What?

I don't know.

I guess I don't understand how you could
be thinking about anything but Danny.

They're doing
all they can do.

Yes, of course.

Did you find
anything, Jessica?

Only Danny's shirt,
towel, and shoes.

I sent them off
to forensics.

Any sign he ever
got out of the water?

The tide is rising. His footprints
would have been washed away.

He's gone.
No!

There's no reason
to believe that.

He could have been caught in a riptide
and carried 20 miles away from here.

I pray to God
you're right.

And there's that
motorboat Jessica heard.

We may know a lot more
if we find it.

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

Mother, why don't you try to
get some rest? I'm all right!

As soon as
you hear anything.

Sure, Matt.

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

Keeping Matt
from his real work,

grooming Jeff
for political office.

MAN: Taxi!

(MEN CHATTERING)

(PHONE RINGING)

I don't know if being
in love with someone

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

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

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

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

Who he might be
antagonizing?

Very little. Danny never
talked about his work.

(SOFTLY) Never mind
where I was this morning.

This is about something
entirely different.

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

A little conversation Danny
Kinkaid had in his office.

Let me tell you about it.

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

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

But your secretary said
that you were out.

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

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

about what has happened
to Danny.

I thought it might be useful if
we talked about his current cases.

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

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

I certainly don't intend
to give the public

access to the cases
he was working on.

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

Mr. Thompson, thank you
for your cooperation.

MALE NEWSCASTER: This tape was
anonymously deposited in Channel 5's...

Thompson's finished.

We'll see.

The man you see
is Randall Thompson,

the current District Attorney
in Honolulu

and a candidate
for the U.S. Senate.

We have no comment
at this time,

except to tell you that the young
woman has not yet been identified,

although we are
working on that now.

The afternoon news...

Cheap! Danny was right to veto it.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

MAN: Detective Matsumoto,
we did a complete workup

on Danny Kinkaid's shirt and
shoes. We couldn't find anything.

Thanks.

The lab. Bombed out on Danny's
shirt and shoes. Nothing.

What about his phone?
His phone?

His secretary called him
when we were on the terrace,

and I saw him put his phone
back in the pocket of his shirt

before he went down to the
beach. I didn't notice it there.

(TYPING)

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

Why don't you try
his number?

Okay.

AUTOMATED VOICE: The mobile customer
you have called is not available...

Either it's turned off
or out of range.

Ah.

Try the sugar mill.

I'm dialing.

(MODEM SCREECHING)

Sounds like a fax
or modem.

May I?

Oh, yes. Please.
Thanks.

(RINGING)

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

I can't be sure
yet, Rebecca.

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

Yes, it is.

What about his bicycle?

Now, it was leaning against
the wall on the terrace.

Why, no, it's gone.

Thank you, Rebecca. I hope to be
able to explain in a little while.

The sugar mill would be
reachable on his mountain bike.

I'd better alert
the lieutenant.

Listen, Sharon,
if Danny's alive,

he's obviously gone to
a great deal of trouble

to keep the police
out of this.

You're right.

Freeze!

Put the gun down!
On the ground! Now!

Keep your hands high!
Turn around!

I just...

I didn't kill him.

Back away from the gun!

Ben was...

Sharon, Ben was
my best friend!

I saw the gun
outside.

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

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

You can put
your hands down now.

Danny, they'll be
running a paraffin test.

Detective Matsumoto. I need
a homicide forensics team.

The old Kinkaid sugar mill
on Weaver Road.

I'm sure you had
your reasons, Danny,

but you put everyone
through hell.

I'm sorry, Sharon,
but I...

How long
have you been here?

A couple of minutes.

Where did you leave
your bicycle?

It's out there
behind Ben's truck.

Did you
see anyone?

Five of six.

DANNY: No.

Danny, what the hell
is going on?

So, the computer at
the mill received a file

transmitted by an undercover
man at Brett Reynolds' bank.

Evidence enough to put Reynolds
away for currency violations,

corruption of
public officials,

election fraud,
you name it.

Information that was probably
copied onto the missing disk.

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

Yes.

I was about halfway out
into the bay,

and I saw this outboard
motorboat coming at me,

one of those
rubber-inflatable jobs.

Which means
it could've been deflatable.

That's probably why
we haven't been able

to locate it.
Right.

Anyway, the pilot of the
boat started circling me

and he was leaving
this trail of chum.

Shark bait? My God!
Can you identify him?

Well, he was wearing
a full mask.

The dive suit was black. It had
a silver stripe on the shoulder.

After he finished
spreading the chum,

every shark in the Kauai
Channel came in for dinner.

I was supposed
to be the entr�e.

I survived because I knew the
only hope I had was to not move

and to hope that they'd
be too busy to notice me.

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

Thank God.

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

but right then I didn't feel
like I could confide in anyone.

I hoped that if I could
get back to the mill

and examine the new
computer file,

maybe I could find a clue about
who was trying to take me out.

Mmm-hmm.

But someone
beat me to it.

And killed Ben, who was at the
wrong place, at the wrong time.

Your undercover man,

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

Well, yes. But how...
I stopped by your office.

I noticed a notation on your
calendar, the letter "Y."

His name is
Joe Yoshinaga.

Well, could he
have tipped someone?

Or come up here
by himself?

Well, anything's
possible, but...

Did anyone besides you and Yoshinaga
know about the transmission?

No one.

Joe and I hatched the idea
together last night in my office.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHING) Thank God he's okay.
But why protective custody?

SHARON ON PHONE: I can't
get into it right now,

but Ben was killed
at the sugar mill.

I'm sorry, I know
how close you were.

Ben?

(SIGHING)
Oh... Um...

Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
Thanks, Sharon.

She wouldn't go into
details right now,

but Ben was killed
at the old sugar mill.

(SIGHING)

I can't believe it. I mean, Danny,
Ben and I, we were always together.

It was probably vagrants
or squatters.

That mill is deserted
for months at a time.

We're up four percentage
points since the video.

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

Wait till somebody
gets a line on her.

What is it, Jeff?

I'll tell you
what it is.

Maybe I've just gotten
religion or something,

but a good friend of mine's been
murdered, my brother was almost killed,

and we're cackling
about popularity polls

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

Oh! Good evening.

I heard that Danny's
in police custody.

And I saw he left a pass
for you downstairs.

Why?

That is between Danny
and me, Mr. Thompson.

Do you have any idea what's been
happening to my wife and children

since this morning?

Photographers,
reporters...

I'm so sorry.

I know all about your call
to the Immigration Service.

Mr. Thompson, because of the
tension between you and Danny,

and what happened
to him today,

I felt that I should learn
all that I could about you.

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

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

You see, on the plane, I read
a magazine story all about you.

About your exemplary service
in Vietnam

and your later visits there
concerning prisoners of war.

Those dates,
and what I saw on TV,

prompted my call
to the Immigration Service.

And according to them,

you brought a child and her ailing
mother back from Vietnam in 1979.

The young woman I saw on
television is that child, isn't she?

She's your daughter.

No. No. No, she's...

Mr. Thompson, if I
already know the truth,

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

Anna's a sweet girl.
Sensitive.

She wants to
go to college.

She doesn't deserve
to be badgered and hassled.

I'm sure that's true.

I can't let them
hurt her.

There's only one way
out of this thing.

I'll have to withdraw
from the campaign.

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

and obviously I want to
see Jeff win on Tuesday,

but not this way.

We checked
all the other islands.

Nobody makes or stocks any wet
suits with stripes on the shoulder.

What about the listening
device? (SIGHS) Strikeout.

No fingerprints
and no way to trace it.

Well, at least we know
how Ben's killer

learned that Danny was
planning to transfer the file.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?
Mr. Kincaid.

Yes, bring him in.
MAN: Yes, ma'am.

We got an anonymous phone tip
about an hour ago. The caller said

that Matt Kinkaid's car was on
Weaver Road near the sugar mill

at about the time
Ben was killed.

Hello, Matt.

What do you got?

We found this red dust on the
hood and the tire rims of his car.

It matches the soil
at the sugar mill.

This was in
his glove compartment.

A floppy disk,
Bravo brand.

There's enough in here
about illicit money transfers

to put Reynolds away
for good.

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

(HESITANTLY) Well, I went
to the suite at the hotel.

For how long?
A couple of hours.

Alone?

I didn't know
what happened to Danny.

I didn't want to be
with anyone.

Surely you can't think
I killed Ben.

Matt, don't leave
Honolulu.

REBECCA: Those are the five good
bruddahs of Ben Kamaka, Jessica.

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

Knowing Ben,
he would've approved.

(WOMEN SOBBING)

(BAND PLAYING
TRADITIONAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC)

Hi.

How you holding up,
Mother?

I'm so happy about
Danny, but Ben...

I know.
I loved him, too.

I'm sorry we're late.

My bodyguard.

You okay, Gram?

You scared
the life out of me!

You're my darling,
you know.

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

Yes.

DANNY: Jessica.

What is it, Danny?

Nothing.

We just got word
on Danny's air gauge.

The O-Rings
were deliberately fouled

with some kind of acid
that made them porous.

And we found the boat
hidden in a grove

about three miles away
from here, deflated.

Any luck
tracing the boat?

We're trying, but also we found
something on the beach nearby.

A small tube of
antibiotic salve.

Over the counter,
but powerful stuff.

What is it, Jessica?

Sharon, I think I know
who killed Ben Kamaka.

What are you doing here?

I've got an appointment
in three minutes.

I suggest
you cancel it.

We thought you'd like
to join us.

Someplace quiet,

where you won't
be bothered

by people asking
embarrassing questions

about Island International
Bank and its clients.

(CHUCKLING)
I don't understand...

Jeff Kinkaid's campaign
is back on track.

I've erased
the Kilauea file.

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

You.

I'm not going
anywhere, Osborn.

(GUN COCKING)

THOMPSON ON TV: The young woman with
whom I was shown on television yesterday

is Anna Rawlings, my daughter.
She was eight years old

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

over from Vietnam.

I kept her a secret
from my dear wife

and my children

for fear of losing them.

Well, I was wrong.

And now it's up to you,
the voters at home,

to decide at the polls whether you,
like them, can understand and forgive.

Thank you very much.

Well done.

Won't help
Thompson now.

We're in.

Everything
all right, Jess?

Thanks, Matt.

Liz, I notice that you wear
your watch on your right wrist.

Why, yes.

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

but left-handers
often do.

You are left-handed?

Yes.

But, when we first met,

I noticed you signing a
delivery with your right hand.

Is that because
your left hand is injured?

(CHUCKLES) Yes.

Well, not my hand.
My shoulder.

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

And, of course, coral
wounds readily infect

and have to be treated
with antibiotics.

What is this about,
Jessica?

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

This morning
at the funeral,

I noticed that one
of Ben's friends

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

And I thought of
the silver stripe

that Danny said was on the diving
suit of his would-be murderer.

A stripe that wasn't
a stripe at all,

but a length
of silver duct tape

used to temporarily repair
a rip in the wet suit.

I don't understand.

We found your black wet
suit in your apartment,

slashed on the left shoulder and
repaired with silver duct tape.

And I'm sure that by tonight
we'll have traced the boat to you.

Tell us about
Ben Kamaka, Liz.

I had nothing to do
with what happened to Ben.

Wrong! We also found
this in your apartment.

The entire Kilauea file

incriminating Reynolds and a lot
of other people, including you.

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

Only on that one, you erased
anything that could incriminate you.

Liz, there's only one place
you could have gotten this disk.

And that's at the mill,
where Ben was murdered.

(CHUCKLES)

That's ridiculous.

How could I have even
known about it?

Boone Aldridge bugged
Danny's office

and told you
what he had heard.

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

Boone Aldridge already
gave us a sworn statement.

(SIGHS)

All right.

I went to the mill.

I didn't have any idea that Danny was
still alive, or that Ben would show up.

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

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

It was still downloading
what Yoshinaga was sending

and I was copying it
onto the disk

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSING)
When I heard Ben's truck.

(GUN COCKING)

I hoped
he wouldn't see me,

but when he came in and
headed for the computer,

I had no choice.

No. No!

I had to make certain that no one would
ever be able to access Danny's computer.

Liz?

I did it for you.

You know that, don't you?

It's what we wanted,
together.

But I guess when
it came down to it,

I wanted it
more than you.

Jess! Oh, I wish you could
stay for the election.

(SIGHS)
Unfortunately, I can't.

I think we can
win it all.

Now that you've publicly
disavowed Reynolds

and hired me
as your campaign manager.

Good, huh?

Have I got some news! Brett
Reynolds and Martin Osborn

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

Aloha, Jess.
Thanks for everything.

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

(LAUGHS)

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