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("(Don't Fear) The Reaper"
by Blue Öyster Cult playing)

♪ All our times have come... ♪

♪ Seasons don't fear
the reaper... ♪

What just happened?

We're out of gas.

So what do we do now?

It's okay. There was
a station about a mile back.

Well, you're not
leaving me here.

You want to walk
in those heels?

I'll be back
before you know it.

♪ Baby, I'm your man... ♪

Promise.

♪ La, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la... ♪

Please turn on.

Come on.

I beg you, please.

Please! Please!

Come on, Jerry,
you know that never happened.

Yeah, well,
Scotty Hartwell's uncle

lived two houses down
from the girl that got murdered

that night.

You can ask him
if you don't believe me.

Jerry,

no one believes anything
you say anymore.

Last week, you
told us Tron

was based off real-life events.

Fine, guys, don't believe me.

But you better watch your backs,
because the Axe Man is real.

And his name is Bo Bradley.

And he lives
in these very woods,

waiting for
unsuspecting campers

to wander

onto his property,
and then...

Bleh.

If he's
really out there,

how come no one's ever seen him?

'Cause no one's
ever lived to tell the tale.

Or maybe it's 'cause
he doesn't exist.

Not true!

Yes, true!

Not true!

- Yes, true!
- Not true!

- Cool it, guys.
- Yes, true!

It would seriously suck
to get busted breaking curfew.

You know what, guys?
I'm gonna go take a whiz.

I'll meet you guys
back at the cabin.

The counselors will see you.

We're not supposed
to be outside, remember?

So where am I supposed to go?

Careful out there.

If you don't come back,
can I have your comic books?

I'm coming to get
you, Jerry...

Bo Bradley!

Oh, man.

I laid there
for what felt like hours,

holding my breath.

Hours?
Felt like hours.

Then what happened?
I mean, how'd you get away?

Well, I almost didn't.

My heart was beating so loud,

I thought for sure
he was gonna hear it.

When he finally moved on,
I ran back to the camp,

told everyone what I saw.

No one believed me.

Well, we believed you,

we just didn't think it was
Bo Bradley, the axe murderer.

Yeah, you made
that clear

when you made me the
laughingstock of the camp.

She used to be kind of a bully.

Okay, first of all, destroying
you guys at Donkey Kong

does not make me a bully.

Secondly,

I did not make you
a laughingstock.

You did that to yourself.

Look,
I know what I saw.

A crazy axe murderer
who'd just finished

burying his latest victim.

And that's why

he brings us here, to dig holes

in search of a dead body
that may not exist.

Hold up, I thought you
were just telling that story

cause it's
Halloween tomorrow.

You mean we're actually
out here looking for a body?

- Yeah.
- What?

Jerry. What happened

to coming up here
to camp, bond

and drink in the
woods and stuff?

Look, I'm sorry.
I know I should've

told you
about all the digging,

but I figured if I did,
you wouldn't have come.

And you would have been
100% correct.

This is our last chance.

Why is this
your last chance?

Whole property's been
sold to developers.

Couple days,
they're gonna bulldoze the place

and put up a golf course.

We won't be able
to dig here again.

Well, then we can just dig
in my backyard next year.

Come on. Look, I know
you guys think I'm crazy.

But if there's even
the slightest chance

that there's someone buried
out in those woods?

Well, that victim deserves
to be found.

And since this is our last shot,

I'm gonna need
all your help to do it.

All right.

I'm in.

I'll help you, Jerry.

Guys?

Dig it up.

I dig till the vodka runs out.

That's a good plan.

Breaking news
tonight in Moanalua.

An HWP crew called to repair
a broken water line

at the Church of our Saints

made a grisly discovery
when they found a body

buried on the property.

The remains have
since been identified

as 24-year-old Karen Miles

of Manoa, reported missing
four months ago...

Honey.

Honey.

What's wrong?

Honey, what's up?

Uh, it's Katie.

Tell me this doesn't look like

what they just showed
on the news.

Katie drew that?

Yes.

Three days ago.

[Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x05 ♪
A'ohe Mea 'Imi a Ka Maka
elderman ==
@elder_man

Okay.

Autopsy report's back
from Noelani.

Our victim is Karen Miles,
24 years old, from Manoa.

She went missing
four months ago.

C.O.D. was blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

So Noelani could only establish
an approximate time of death,

but it's consistent
to when Karen disappeared.

Autopsy also turned up ligature
marks on her wrists and ankles,

as well as an injection mark
on her neck.

Toxicology shows traces
of ketamine in her system.

So she was drugged,
tied up, bludgeoned.

Well, then there's this.

That crucifix necklace that
she's wearing, that appeared

in Katie's drawings
of the victims.

Here's the thing, though.
HPD has confirmed

that that detail was never
released to the public.

Well, that settles it.

The kid definitely knew
about this murder.

- All right, how?
- Well,

maybe it came to her
in a vision.

In a vis-- What you mean, like,
"I see dead people"?

Like, that kind of vision?

I mean, like, a medium.

You believe in that stuff?

You don't? The existence

of people with psychic abilities
has been well-documented.

Yeah, like, in movies?

Okay, okay.

Presuming there's a,
uh, real-world

explanation
for all of this,

we're gonna need to go
to the source and find it.

So we need to go
and talk to that girl.

No.
James Worthy,

uh, NBA Finals
MVP for '88.

It was Magic.

Dude, I wouldn't
test Crystal.

She's the undisputed master
of Donkey Kong

and sports trivia of Camp Hina.

Well, it doesn't change
the fact that you're wrong,

and to prove it,
let's see what the Internet

has to say about the matter.

Oh, my God. No service.

The Internet's saving you
from yourself right now.

There's never Internet up here.

All right.

That's four holes. So far, Nada.

I'm shocked.

This is my shocked face.

Who wants next shift?

I'm really just supposed
to pick some random spot

and start digging?

Of course not.

There's a science to this.

I've been keeping a detailed,
color-coded record

of every excavation site
for the past years.

Well, why haven't
you ever tried right there?

I mean, I'm no killer, but it
seems like a pretty clutch spot

to hide a body, you know?

It's accessible from
the road, by the river,

so the soil's easy to
dig in, no tracks. I'd...

I'd check right there.

That's actually some
pretty sound logic.

Good. I'm being
helpful already.

Only problem is,
that spot you're pointing to?

It's right at the edge
of Bo's property line.

As in Bo Bradley's
a real person?

Yeah, but he's
probably not some

psycho axe murderer.

He's probably just
some regular dude.

No, truth is, no one really
knows what Bo Bradley's like.

I checked every database I have
access to, all I ever found

was an expired driver's license
from 26 years ago.

Guy's a ghost.

Or maybe he's dead

and he's actually a ghost.

- Ooh-ooh!
- Ooh-ooh!

You know what, guys,
come to think of it,

you got a real solid

system set up here.

Why don't we just forget
I ever said anything?

No, what you said
makes a lot of sense.

So starting at dawn we head
into the belly of the beast.

And since none of you

believe in the legend
of Bo Bradley,

you have nothing
to fear, right?

_

I saw Bo Bradley with this
big axe and it had blood on it.

Did you? Out there,
in the pitch dark?

And you're sure
it was Mr. Bradley?

Yes, 100%.

So what did he look like?

Uh, tall, scary...

And you saw a body?

There wasn't a dead body

at that moment.

He obviously just
buried it already.

So you saw a man in
the woods with an axe.

Do you think he was just
out there chopping wood?

I know what I saw.

Okay, Jerry.

I think maybe we've taken enough
of the officer's time.

Son...

it sounds like
your imagination's

got the best of you.

And he's got a great one.

I keep telling you.

You should've seen his
presentation on Roswell

at the talent show.

No one believed me.

The sheriff, counselors...

not even my friends.

I wasn't gonna
give up that easy.

I spent months
researching the case

at the local library.

Eventually, I came across
this teenage runaway

named Susanna Tumuro.

She disappeared
around the same time.

I did everything I could
to track her down.

When the trail went cold,
I became even more convinced

that she'd been Bo's victim.

She's still missing
to this day.

The thought that
she might be out there

in those woods...

I'm the only one who's
still trying to find her,

bring her justice.

Keeps me up at night.

Guess I'm the only one.

Oh!

Hello?

Who's there?
Identify yourself.

Hey, Jer.

Sorry to scare you.

Noelani?

What are you doing here?

And why are you dressed as...
Sadness from Inside Out?

Really?

Barb from Stranger Things?

Okay, now you're just
guessing people with glasses.

Here.

Jinkies, where are my glasses?

I can't see without
my glasses.

Velma from Scooby-Doo.
Of course.

And I would've
gotten it, too,

if it wasn't for your
meddling headlights

in my eyes.

Let me turn the car off.

Anyway, so I was
at a costume party

when I got a call from Eric,
and he told me about

your camping
trip/victim search

and he thought that the GPR that
we have at the M.E.'s office

might help expedite
the digging.

That or he was asking
me to bring a VCR.

His reception
was kind of bad.

Wow, I'm touched.

You came all the way
out here to help

and you brought
ground-penetrating radar?

Hey, tomorrow's
Halloween, right?

What spookier
way to spend it

than playing a game of
Capture the Cadaver?

We got this, Jer.

If there's a
body out there,

we'll find it.

Hey, uh, Katie?

Do you know who that woman
in the picture is?

Oh. Okay.

Well, Katie, if you don't know
who-who that woman is,

how did you know what kind
of necklace she was wearing?

Hmm, okay.

Hey, Katie.

You're not in trouble. Okay?

We just want to know why
you drew this picture.

I didn't draw it. Molly did.

A few months ago,
Katie started talking to herself

in her room at night.

And when we asked her
who she was talking to,

she said it was
to her friend, Molly.

We were concerned at first,

but our pediatrician

said it is quite common
for intellectually advanced kids

to have imaginary friends.

Has Katie, uh,
made any other drawings

since she invented Molly?

Yeah.
Okay.

We're gonna need to
see those, please.

Of course.
We'll get them for you.

All right,
we need to look

into all the adults that
Katie's come in contact with

over the past few months.

I mean, this information

had to have been shared
with this kid, right?

So we're not just looking
for a killer.

We're looking for some creep
who's sick enough

to share the details of their
crime with a five-year-old girl.

Still nothing.

We should probably
pick up the pace.

Looks like it's about to rain.

Hey, Noelani, I can help

push the GPR for a while
if you're getting tired.

You know, this is a $15,000
piece of state-owned equipment.

I can operate it. Thanks.

Copy that.

Oh, my God.

It can't be.

This is my flashlight.

I dropped it that night.

What night?

Are you sure this is his house?

Does it look
like anyone sane lives here?

Gordie, take this.

So, who wants
to go in? Ano?

This was your dumb idea.

That you're
chickening out of?

It's not like
I'm afraid of Bo.

It's just...

the cops could arrest
us for trespassing.

Fine. I'll do it.

Run.

- Oh.
- Leave it.

Wait up.

You came face-to-face

with an axe murderer twice?

And you're still
coming out here?

Or maybe
the reason he survived

is because Bo Bradley's
not a murderer.

It's just some dude
that lives in the woods.

I know what
I saw that night.

And if you don't believe me
after all these years,

why don't you just go?

Guys.

I found something.

You think it's a body?

Only one way to find out.

Hold up. Stop digging.

It's a bone.

This is huge.

This is awesome.

I can't believe it.

Um...

Um? No, please, no "um."

Well, it's just that

the bones are
deteriorated,

so it was hard to tell at first,

but based on the fusion
of the tibia and fibula,

these are canine.

A dog? You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I wish
I wasn't, but... sorry.

We should get going before
it really starts to come down.

Jerry.

Come on, we're tired.
Time to call it.

Hey, dude, what are you doing?

Sometimes killers bury dogs
on top of bodies.

It throws off scavengers
and search teams.

Come on, Jerry.

Let it go.

Look, it's been fun, man,
but we're about to get drenched.

You can go if you want.
Wouldn't be the first time.

Dude,
that was 30 years ago.

How many times
do we have to apologize

for bailing on you
when we were 12?

It's why we've
been coming out here

every year with you since.

I thought it was to get justice

for Susanna Tumuro.

Or maybe because
you're my friends

and you actually
believe me.

But apparently it was
all out of pity.

Jerry, you really believe that?

Come on, Crystal.

I'd really like
to help you keep looking,

but I got to get
this GPR out of here

before it gets worse.
It's already pouring.

Jerry, I-I can't let Noelani
lug that thing back by herself.

Right? Hey, maybe McGarrett
can pull a favor

and-and get us a permit to come
back here after the demolition.

Look, just go.

Hey, guys, check this out.

Okay, the lab
analyzed

all of Katie's drawings.

So, of the 42, these three

all featured the same blue-eyed,

- redheaded woman.
- Yeah.

There's something else
these three have in common.

Handwriting analysis determined
that Katie didn't draw them.

Then who did?

No, I don't want to play

that game, Molly.

Hey. Katie's been
through a lot today.

It's okay.

Who the hell was that?

Stop! What are you doing here?

Come back!

Wait, what are you doing here?

She bit me.

Where's Jerry?

He refused to
come with us.

Oh, great, so he's alone
in the pitch dark.

Yeah, what were
they supposed to do,

throw him over
their shoulder?

Has anyone
seen my keys?

No. My keys and my phone
are missing, too.

I'm good. I put my
phone and car keys

under my pillow when I made
my bed this morning.

And...

now they're not here.

All right.

I see what's going on.

Noelani told you I spook easily,

so y'all are messing with me,
right? Funny.

Not cool, but funny.

Really?

Hey.

Okay, so as of now they got
the dogs searching the woods,

but it looks like
she got away.

Well, at least we know that
Katie's telling the truth.

There is a Molly.

Judging by the bite marks
on the mother's hand,

clearly, she's
very real.

So, what, she just sneaks
into people's houses

and draws creepy pictures
of real-life crime scenes? Why?

Maybe the
kid can't speak.

Maybe she was born that way

or maybe from some
kind of trauma.

What if this kid
knows so much about the murder

because she was there?

She's just trying to tell
the story the only way she can.

Now listen to me,
there's a chance this girl

knows who the killer is,
which means we need to find her

and we need to find her
right now.

I knew it. I was right.
Now they got to believe me.

Take your time, Emily.
Whenever you're ready.

It was early in the morning.

I was leaving the Laundromat.

_

Hey, honey.

Are you lost?

I don't remember

what happened after that.

I must have managed
to flag down a car.

The next morning I filed
a report, but it went nowhere.

Well, not nowhere.

That report is how
I found you.

You really think the same man
that did this to me

killed the girl
they found in the church?

It's very possible.

Like you, she was also

injected with
ketamine.

We also think
he might be

targeting a certain type
of woman.

Karen Miles also had red hair
and blue eyes.

So if I hadn't gotten away...

Hey.

Emily, you did, you got away.

Well, there's no denying it,

these two women
look very similar.

So either our perp has a thing
for blue-eyed redheads,

or he's targeting these women

because they remind him
of someone.

Okay, Molly drew three pictures
all featuring

a redheaded woman.

Now so far,

we've presumed
this is three drawings

of the same incident,

but what if they're
three different victims.

If that's the case, then we're
looking for a serial killer.

It's possible.
Lou, do me a favor.

Search missing persons for
redheads who have gone missing

in the last few years.

Tani, I need you to go back
through Molly's drawings.

See if you can find anything
at all that might help

point us towards
potential burial sites.

That means that this poor girl

would've witnessed
three different murders?

Yeah, I guess it does.

How could we all lose our keys?

The keys, anyone?

Looked here eight times.

Jerry?

A-Are you okay? We were
really worried about you.

Are you kidding?
I'm better than okay.

Will you cut the crap

and just tell us
where you put them.

- Put what?
- Look, Jerry.

I've been a good sport
for the last three decades.

Coming up here,
digging holes

so you can live out some
stupid Hardy Boys fantasy.

Ano, dial it back.

No, no, no. But-but-but
keeping us hostage

by taking our keys
and our phones?

You've gone too far this time.

What are you talking about?

I didn't take your phones.
Why would I?

To make us stay, Jerry.

But I'm done. We all are.
It's over.

You're right,
the search is over...

'cause I found proof.

This look like
a dog bone to you?

Well?

I mean, I have to take it
back to the lab to confirm,

but this is a human femur.

I'm sorry,

but could you say that again,
only slower?

It appears you've found
human remains.

Booyah!

Where did you
find this?

Four feet under the dog bones.

So the dead dog was
there to throw off

the scent, just like you said.

You were right.

You actually did it, Jerry.

We need to get an
excavation team up here ASAP.

Yeah, I hate
to change the subject,

but at least one of us

is gonna need our phones
in order to do that.

Don't look at me.
I told you I didn't take them.

Who did then?

Wait, wait.

One...

We're all here.

Surprise, suckers!

When my heart starts
beating again,

I'm gonna kill you.

Aw, oh, look at your faces.
Priceless.

Dude! Who the hell are you?

Oh, Eric, Noelani,
this is Gordie.

He-he was in our bunk, too.

He usually comes up here
every year with us to dig,

but he bailed 'cause
he had a conference.

Oh, it wrapped early.

Figured I'd come out
and surprise you guys,

but by the time I got here,
you were already out digging.

And then I remembered I had
this costume in my car

from the office party
last night, and, well, you know,

the whole "scaring the crap
out of you guys" thing

just kind of snowballed
from there.

Oh, come on, guys.

Who can blame me for having
a little fun at your expense?

- I can.
- Yeah, me. I blame you.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

It was you?

You took our keys
and our phones?

Yeah. Nice touch, right?

No, I didn't.

- Yeah, I hated that.
- Jerk.

Fine. I stashed 'em
in the car.

I'll go get them. Okay?

All right? Just...
try to lighten up.

You're right,
he is a jerk.

Sorry about that.

Gordie's usually
a really good guy

when he's not being
a total asshat!

Yeah, well, Jer,

I'm gonna have to take
your word for that one, pal.

Speaking of asshats...

Dude...

I'm sorry for doubting you

and acting like a dick,

and calling you crazy
and all that stuff.

Past few years,

I was even starting to think
I might be crazy myself.

Gordie?

Not cool.

- It's not funny.
- Come on.

You guys are
so gullible.

Oh, come on.

I'm not even falling for that
a second time.

Guys, this isn't a joke.
His throat's been slashed.

What?

It looks like they missed
the carotid artery,

but he's still losing
blood rapidly.

- That's real blood?
- Yes! Clear!

Come on, come on, get him on
the bed. Get him on the bed.

Wait, that means...
Somebody's out there.

Only one person that could be.
Bo.

Jerry, the door!

He must know
we found his victim.

He's got no other choice
but to kill us all.

We got to fortify
all these windows.

Hurry! He's
trying to get in.

- I got this door.
- Pulse is fading.

- Stay with us, Gordie!
- Someone get the back door.

Crystal, help me move this.

Maybe he gave up.

Because axe-wielding maniacs

have notoriously short
attention spans?

He's plotting
his next move.

What is he gonna do?
We got every way in sealed off.

Eric, get me more towels.
I need to stem this bleeding.

- Is he gonna make it?
- I can stabilize him but we need

to get him
to a hospital right now.

Hey. Hey, hey.

You smell that?

Gasoline.

He's trying to smoke us out.

We leave, he's gonna
chop us to bits.

Yeah, but if we stay,
then we're literally toast.

That's why we need
to get out of here.

I'll go out the front
and cause a diversion.

- You guys head out the back.
- Are you crazy?

That door's on fire

and there's an axe murderer
out there.

I got us into this 30 years ago.
Now I'm gonna get us out.

Aah!

Let's-let's put him
down right here.

Uh, Bo Bradley's a lot younger
than I thought he'd be.

That's not Bo Bradley.

That's our old
camp counselor.

Blaine Morgan.

He must've been
the one that Jerry saw

with the axe that night.

So Bo Bradley had nothing
to do with this after all?

He just saved our lives.

You guys all right?

We will be now...
thanks to you, Mr. Bradley.

Okay, so, HPD returned
Karen Miles's personal effects

to the family today.
According to them,

that crucifix necklace
that she was wearing,

that didn't belong to her.
She was an atheist.

So, I had the lab run it
for traces of DNA,

see if they could get a hit.
They got a hit.

Jane Martin. Arrested for
possession three years ago.

Okay. Well,
we're not thinking that

this Jane Martin
is our killer, are we?

She looks like
one of the victims:

red hair, blue eyes.

Well, except that
she's still alive.

Public records showing

a current address

in Minnesota.

All right...

Huh.

She filed a petition for divorce

from Dennis Coleman
two years ago.

She was denied custody
of her daughter

because of her drug history.

Her daughter's name is Molly.

Serial killers,

they often leave a totem
on their victims, right?

And that's interesting

because Molly's
other two drawings

clearly show jewelry
on the bodies.

Look at that.
That's-that's a bracelet.

And this one

is definitely, that's a ring.

Okay. Maybe
Dennis Coleman's our guy

and he's leaving his ex-wife's
jewelry on his victims.

Got an address for this guy?

Clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Hey, hey, I got him.

Hold it right there.

Shh. He's sleeping.

We good.

Come here.

You're safe now, Molly.

So, CSU exhumed
two more bodies.

Locations match Molly's
two other drawings.

Both were redheads, both were
wearing Jane Martin's jewelry.

Well, it sounds like
Coleman lost his mind

after his wife divorced him
and just took his rage out

on any woman
who looked like her.

I have come across
some sick individuals in my day,

but to take this little girl

and use her as part of your
twisted revenge fantasy?

If there's a special place in hell,
boy, he's got that all to himself.

Yeah. Poor kid
never had a chance

at a normal life--
no friends, no school.

Well, at least she gets
to see her mom now.

Well, where the hell

has she been all this time?

She was in rehab when
Coleman took off with Molly.

She's now clean.

Apparently, she's been
looking for her daughter

ever since.

She's actually on her way
right now.

Well, Tani...

getting that DNA
off that necklace,

that was a great move.

If that kid's got any kind
of future in front of her,

she owes it to you.

He's right.

Excuse me.

Mr. Bradley, hi.

Uh...

I just wanted to say thank you

for saving our lives.

I wasn't sure what you
get someone for that,

but the store had
hot cocoa gift baskets,

so I figured...
who doesn't like hot cocoa?

You'd have to be crazy not to.

So, tell me what happened.

Well, Blaine Morgan
made it through surgery.

HPD already has his confession.

He admitted to abducting
Susanna Tumuro in 1982

and burying her
near your property.

He was trying to exhume the body
before developers found it,

but had forgotten
the exact location.

But then he saw us up there
and figured he'd sit back

and let us do all the work.

You know, Jerry, if
it wasn't for you,

no one would've ever known
what happened to that girl.

Well, I had help.

And if it wasn't for you...

me and all my friends
would be dead.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bradley,

for thinking you
had anything to do with this.

Eh. I heard all
those stories.

And I did nothing
to discourage 'em.

In fact, I welcomed it.

Kept campers
off my property.

Most of the time.

Do you know
I nearly caught a kid...

who was hiding
in my living room once.

What?

That's crazy.

Weird.

Is that for me?

Wow.

- - That's beautiful.
Well, thank you.

Is this you?

- And who's this?
- It's you.

Uh, Molly?

Uh, someone's
here to see you.

Mom?

Yes, baby, it's me.

Excuse me.

Captain Keo.

Hi. I wasn't sure
I was gonna hear from you.

Well, this went against
my better judgment, believe me.

But I ran the ballistics

on the gun you gave me.

Looks like your hunch was right.

Um, it...

it matched to an open case?

That's right, homicide.

Victim's name is

Noriko Noshimuri.

Listen, I got to ask.

Is she any relation
to Adam Noshimuri

who married
Officer Kono Kalakaua?

As far as I'm concerned, prison
would be letting her off easy.

She deserves worse,
a lot worse.

Yeah.

I'm guessing by your reaction,

that's not what
you wanted to hear.

No, it wasn't.

Captain Keo,
thank you for your help.

I really appreciate it.

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