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911. What's
your emergency?

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Please send... Please
send an ambulance!

Okay. Sir, tell me
what's happening.

My brother... My brother,
he... he's had an accident.

He's, uh, still
breathing. Come quick.

Please!

Michael
Walker, 46 years old.

Appears he slipped, hit
his head, and fell in.

Brother says he had a
drinking problem, so...

That who call it in?

Tate Walker. He
found the body.

Seems pretty shaken up.

Mr. Walker, I'm
Detective Katsumoto.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

But if it's all right, I do need
to get clear on some details.

So, you got here at what time?

Uh, just after 10:30, I think.

I... walked in the back,

and he was facedown, bleeding.

Pulled him out of the water.

Just... tried
everything I could.

So he was already hurt
when you got here.

You immediately
tried to save him.

And you called 911 right away?

Yeah.

Was there anyone else here?

Then can you tell me why there's
an empty six-pack over there

but only five bottles?

And that was
when you began to suspect

that Michael Walker's
death was no accident? Yes.

Did you find other evidence

to support that
suspicion, Detective?

Forensic evidence suggested
Michael's head injury

was caused by someone slamming
his head against the concrete

rather than a simple fall.

And in the days prior, the
defendant sent his brother

numerous angry text
messages and e-mails.

What were these messages about?

The brothers were fighting over
their late mother's estate...

a fight that ended
when Michael died.

Back to this missing bottle.

Now, we've heard testimony

that Michael struggled
with alcoholism.

The defense has suggested

that perhaps he drank a
beer while driving home

and tossed the bottle
out the window.

Is this possible? No.

Security video shows Michael
purchasing that six-pack

with all six bottles at 9:06
p.m. at a convenience store

less than a two-minute
drive from the crime scene.

HPD canvassed his entire route.

Searched the whole house.
We never found the bottle.

So, where is this bottle now?

Only Tate Walker knows that.

Our evidence suggests
he arrived at the house

earlier than he claims,

drank a beer with his
brother, an argument ensued,

and Tate wound up
slamming Michael's head

against the concrete
edge of the pool.

Causing the blunt-force trauma

detailed by our
medical examiner?

Yes.

And while Michael
was bleeding out,

Tate got rid of the bottle
with his prints and DNA on it,

came up with a story, worked
up some tears, and called 911.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

So, you got from one
missing beer bottle

all the way to murder.

You're forgetting the
forensic evidence and motive.

Right. Motive.

Siblings disagreeing
over their inheritance.

That never happens.

And the forensic evidence
was inconclusive.

Sustained.

Withdrawn.

How long have you been
on the force, Detective?

Just over 19 years.
Consecutively?

Weren't you recently
fired by HPD?

That decision was reversed
by the review board.

I was reinstated.

Defense exhibit 207, Your Honor.

HPD's official report
detailing the circumstances

leading to Gordon
Katsumoto's termination.

Do you recognize this
document, Detective?

Yes.

So, you broke your old
partner out of prison

and used him as bait for some
kind of hostage exchange?

Objection. Relevance.

Uh, it goes to
credibility, Your Honor.

It seems that when
Detective Katsumoto wants

a certain result, he's
willing to bend the rules

and even break the law
to get it. Your Honor...

So why should the
jury believe you

about some missing beer
bottle or anything else?

Objection! How hard did you
look for that bottle, Detective?

Mr. Lee, that's enough.

How do we know you didn't
find it and discard it?

Objection! Sustained.

The jury will disregard
Mr. Lee's remarks.

Lily. I got your text.
We have a verdict?

Hung jury.

Judge sent them back three
times, but it was hopeless.

So we get to go
through all this again.

No.

The P.A. has decided
not to retry the case.

You're kidding.

Hey, we both know
Walker's guilty as sin.

Yeah, but without
any new evidence,

everything will still hinge
on your credibility, and...

I'm sorry, Gordon.

- Here he is.
- Here he comes.

Mr. Walker. Over here, Mr. Walker.
What's it like to be a free man?

Now that HPD's
unfounded allegations

and harassment are over,

I can finally mourn the
loss of my brother, Michael,

in peace.

♪ Just a steel town girl
on a Saturday night ♪

♪ Lookin' for the
fight of her life ♪

♪ She has danced into
the danger zone ♪

♪ She's a maniac,
maniac on the floor ♪

♪ And she's dancing like
she's never danced before ♪

♪ She's a maniac, man... ♪

Hey, Mrs. Fredericks,
I'm here to walk Pippin.

Hey, boy! Hey!

Come on. Let's get your leash!

Let's get your leash, buddy.

Chh-chh-chh-chh-chh-chh...

Oh, my God. You scared me.
Sorry, uh, who are you?

No. Who are you?

A-And how did you
get in the house?

I'm Jin. From JinDog?

Mrs. F gave me the door code

so I can take
Pippin on his walks.

Where is Mrs. F, by the way?

Oh. Carol went on a cruise.

She asked me to house-sit

and take care of the
dog while she's away.

I'm her friend Margot.

She must have
forgotten to tell you,

but she won't be needing your
services for a couple weeks.

Oh, yeah? Cruise,
huh?

What's with the
rubber gloves, huh?

Pippin had a little accident.
I think he misses Mommy.

So, uh, Carol will just
message you when she's back.

Oh, sorry, Pippin.
Change of plans.

I'll see you in a
couple weeks, okay?

So... I think I'll
just... go, then?

Carol will just message
you when she's back, okay?

♪ I don't always make
you smile, but I try ♪

♪ I'm not a perfect
man, I know ♪

♪ But, baby, I promise,
we'll always do it together ♪

And
there you are, laddie.

And can I be gettin'
ya anything else

this fine, beautiful marnin'?

Uh, you can stop
talking like that.

Yeah, just so we're clear,

nobody's after
your Lucky Charms.

That's
my leprechaun voice.

I do it for Joy every
night when I tuck her in.

Cracks her up every time.

You know, ever since I
moved in with Suzy and Joy,

starting and ending each day
together, i-it's just the best.

That is so incredibly
sweet. It's adorable.

Yeah, you know, after
we put Joy to sleep,

our favorite thing
to do is to sit

and just talk and tell stories

about all the things we
missed when we were apart.

Yeah, since me
and Mahina got back together,

we've been loving
catching up, too.

Speaking of, I'm making
up with her before work,

so I got to jet.

I know what that
means.

Do you think we spend
too much time together?

Is this a test? I feel
like this is a test.

No, it's not a
test. I promise.

Okay. Well, we spend more time
together than most couples,

but I don't think it's too much.

No. I mean, I don't either.

But I'm just wondering if
maybe we're missing out on...

missing each other.

Or you're overthinking
it, like you always do.

Okay, but listen.

If we try to share
stories with each other

at the end of the day, well,
they're just the same stories.

That makes them inherently
less interesting.

Tell you what.

We'll spend the rest
of the day apart...

just a little experiment...
and just see how it goes.

Yeah. All right.

Hi. Hi.

Mrs. Fredericks has
vanished! I need your help!

H-Hold on, Jin.

Who is Mrs. Fredericks,

and how did you know
where we were gonna be?

Find My Friends.
No, no, no, no.

When you were tracking
our sleeping habits,

I deleted you from the app.

Yeah, I know you did,
but baby girl didn't.

And you guys are
always together.

Anyway, Mrs. F is one
of my favorite clients.

Sweet dog, great
snacks, never cancels,

and then, all of a sudden,
she's going on a cruise?

And this rando named Margot...

clearly that's not
her real name...

is house-sitting and
taking care of Pippin?

Yeah, right!

Jin, how are you so sure

that your client doesn't
just go on vacation?

Mrs. F tells me
everything, okay?

She wouldn't have planned a trip

without telling me
a hundred times.

And plus, she would
never go on a cruise.

She hates the water.

Whenever she's on water, it
makes her upper back sweat.

She tells me everything.

And then Margot says that Pip
had an accident on the floor,

which is a lie, because that dog
is more housebroken than I am!

Good to know. I
don't know, Jin.

It sounds a little paranoid.

Maybe this Margot girl
is who she claims to be,

and your client just forgot
to fill you in on her plans.

No, man.

As a former thief/con
artist/male model,

I know when I see a liar,

and that lady is
definitely lying, okay?

- Game recognizes game, dawg.
- Very well, Jin.

If it'll make you feel
better, we'll look into it.

Won't we? Yes, you will.

Um, I got to go see Katsumoto
as soon as possible.

Well, but... Jin:
Good. You can go.

And then me and baby boo will
work on the Fredericks case.

First of all, we don't
know it's a case yet.

Second of all, it
isn't up to you.

And third of all, never
call me boo again, okay?

Roger that, honey buns.

We... Well, you
wanted to spend

the day apart, so,
uh... you two have fun.

Well done.

I didn't know how we were
gonna get rid of him.

Now, where do we start?

I've testified
at a lot of trials.

Some you win, some you lose.

A witness refuses to testify or
the evidence just isn't there.

But this one...

A killer just went free, Magnum,
and it was entirely my fault.

No, Gordy. Don't do that.

I'm sure there's
gonna be some... No.

No, this case just became
a very expensive black eye

for the P.A.'s office and HPD.

So now the P.A. won't
retry without new evidence,

and HPD won't spend another
dime looking for any.

All I need is something

that might tip the scales,
convince them to try again.

Problem is, I've been
ordered to stand down.

But there's nothing stopping
me from looking into it.

I need your help, Magnum.

The Walkers
are East Coast, old money.

Father drank himself to death
when Michael and Tate were kids,

so their mother spoiled
them, especially Tate.

He was the golden boy.

Went into real estate.
Grew the family fortune.

Michael chose a
different path, huh?

Well, he inherited
Dad's alcohol problem

and lived off Mom's money

while he went from one
failed venture to the next.

How'd the mom die?

Cancer, 18 months ago.

The brothers started
fighting over her fortune,

particularly the family home.

Michael wanted to
sell, Tate didn't.

What was Tate's alibi?

Said he was at his private
cigar club until 10:15 p.m.

then drove over to find
Michael dead at 10:30.

But you think he left earlier.
What did the club say?

Not much.

Said all they had was the
time Tate arrived... 8:21 p.m.

I tried to get a
list of everyone else

who was there that night,

but the club refused
to hand it over,

citing privacy rights of
their high-end clientele.

This is a murder investigation.
You couldn't get a warrant?

Turns out the judge is
a member there, too.

It's a good thing I
don't need permission.

Okay. I've used
your alarm code

to access Mrs. Fredericks'
security system.

And there we have
Margot arriving

at the doorbell
cam this morning.

Cool how fast you can do this.

Yeah, you know, I'd probably
be able to do it even faster

if there weren't...
crumbs all over my laptop.

Mm. I binge when I'm anxious.

Or nervous. Or happy.

Right.

Let's see if we can get an
ID from facial recognition.

Uh, okay. Looks like
we've got a hit.

Okay, Margot.

Time to find out what
your real name is.

Name... Margot Atkins, 35,
from Kahului, no priors,

and excellent credit history.

What? No!

Jin, there's absolutely
nothing suspicious here at all.

Wrong. This thing
must be broken.

No, Jin. I can
assure you it is not.

Please. You have
to keep looking.

I want you to give this
woman, whoever she is...

Margot Atkins. Yeah.

I want you to give this
woman a digital colonoscopy!

Please!

And that, my friend, is
what a miracle looks like.

I mean, this place
is so exclusive,

even I had a tough
time finding an in.

So you didn't just know a guy?

No, but I know a guy who knows
a gal who knows another guy.

Long story short, we're on a
day pass as prospective members.

And you owe the other guy a
very expensive box of cigars.

Well, thank you very
much for getting us in.

Hey, uh, you don't
happen to know a guy

who can get me the cigars
on the cheap, do you?

I knew that was coming.

Hey, let me ask you something.

You think you know
enough about cigars

to keep this guy busy
while I do my thing?

Is a Cohiba Behike made
out of medio tiempo leaves?

Hi.

Hey, there.

I just moved here from New York,

and I'm thinking about
becoming a member.

But I'm very particular about
temp and moisture levels.

I mean, if you're
dropping 50 large

on Gurkha Black Dragons
or King of Denmarks,

the old 70/70 rule just
isn't gonna cut it.

Which is why our
state-of-the-art humidor

allows each customer to set
their exact specifications

for an ideal smoke.

I can give you a
tour if you'd like.

That would be great.
Right this way.

Okay.

Time to find out who might
have seen Tate leave early

on the night of the murder.

Or not.

Looks like their records
only go back six months.

Right this way, sir.

Valerie is getting
your cigars ready now.

But why talk to a computer

when you can talk to
the killer himself?

Your
usual, Mr. Walker.

Thank you, Valerie.

Anything for you, sir?

Uh, still deciding. Thank you.

What's that? Any good?

The best. Aztec
Reserve Number 10.

Pricey, though.

Well, I wouldn't be here if
I didn't like burning money.

Thinking about joining.
You happy here?

Yeah. They've been good to me.

You got this air about you, like
you're celebrating something.

Well, I am. My freedom.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah. I've been in a courthouse
for three weeks, on trial.

Do you mind if I ask what for?

Murdering my brother.

But then you already knew
that, didn't you... Mr. Magnum?

During trial prep,
my attorney dug up

all the dirt there is
on Gordon Katsumoto.

Your name came up a lot.

I assume he sent you.

Maybe I just don't
like murderers.

Mm.

Well, you tell
Detective Katsumoto

that there's no hard feelings.

I understand he was just
trying to do his job.

But if I catch you
sniffing around again,

rest assured there
will be consequences.

I'm not afraid of
consequences, Mr. Walker.

But you should be.

Yeah. Tate's attorney just hit
me with a restraining order.

Can't say I'm surprised.

He's also threatening to
sue the whole department.

My C.O. just read
me the riot act.

I'm guessing the
cigar club was a bust.

It wasn't all that bad.

I mean, Rick made
out like a bandit.

I feel like I've died
and gone to Havana.

What about you?

I did find out that
Tate's favorite cigar

is a nub-style cigar that takes
about 20 minutes to smoke.

And he said he was
there for two hours,

so he either chain-smoked
six of these things

or he wasn't there as
long as he said he was.

That's good, but
it's circumstantial.

Yeah. Without an eyewitness,
it's really not enough.

And with this restraining order,
now your hands are tied, too.

No, there's plenty I can do

without getting within 100
yards of this guy. Such as?

Did you know that Tate changed
attorneys right before trial?

Yeah. He was originally
with Zoe Rivera.

But then he dropped her after
they lost a motion hearing.

No. That's what he claimed.

But I just talked to a
buddy at the courthouse,

and he overheard them
arguing just before trial.

Tate didn't drop Rivera.
Rivera dropped him.

That isodd.

A high-profile murder like this

is the kind of case defense
attorneys dream about.

Exactly. So what did Rivera find
out that made her walk away?

That's a good question.

But Rivera's a pro,

and she's bound by
attorney-client privilege.

She's never gonna talk. Sure.

But behind every high-profile
attorney is a shady P.I.

Okay. Here we go.

That's it. Pour the wine.

Set the scene. Aw.

Come on! Give me the money
shot, you cheating bastards!

Pierre!

Oh! Magnum, would...
Come on. I'm working.

Go ride a dolphin or something.

I can't do that.
Literally. It's illegal.

I-I need to talk to you.

And what could two old rivals
possibly have to talk about?

You think
we're old rivals?

After the thing with
the thing and the guy,

yeah, I think of
us as old rivals.

Don't you? I don't
ever think of you.

Like... ever.

Well, for somebody who
wants something from me,

you're off to a great start.

Well, actually, I think we
can both help each other.

Hmm. I'm listening.

You worked with Zoe Rivera on
the Tate Walker case, right?

So I'm guessing you can
tell me why she dropped him.

And, uh, ifl did, what would
this info be worth to you?

Well, you know, I could, uh,
throw a couple cases your way.

A couple?

Come on. What are you,
pandas at the zoo?

Hump, already.

I want five.

And no skip traces
or background checks.

Good cases.

Well, I suppose
there's another option.

I could, uh, go up there
and tell that lovely couple

you're trying to
take pictures of...

All right, all right, all
right, all right, all right!

Three cases.

Final offer.

Deal.

De...

I'd have taken 10 bucks.

Okay.

Zoe asked for the files
from Tate's real-estate biz.

Just due diligence...

you know, make sure there's
no surprises at the trial.

But...

But?

He hands over all
the files except one.

So Zoe asks me, not
you, to look into it.

And...

And?

Ocean Sunset Holdings.

You're welcome... partner.

Okay. Here we go.

The
money shot. The money shot.

By the way, your
car... solast year.

Okay, Jin.

I've looked everywhere.

Margot Atkins is as
clean as a whistle.

She doesn't even have
a parking ticket.

Mm!

I got a message from
Mrs. F on my JinDog app.

"Hi, Jin.

Got your message, but cell
service is bad on the ship.

Sorry I forgot to tell you

my friend Margot was
watching the house

and looking after
Pippin while I'm gone.

See you in a few
weeks. Carol."

Ha!

Well, that settles it.

Are you kidding me?
Do you see this?

She called me Jin.

'Cause... that's your name?

Yeah. You know that,
and I know that.

But Mrs. F doesn't know that.

She doesn't call me
Jin. She calls me Jon.

Well, maybe she finally
learnt your name.

I've been walking her
dog for over a year.

She's never gonna learn my name.

Margot must have
stolen Mrs. F's phone

and then sent this to
throw me off her scent.

There's
something wrong here.

I can feel it in my gut.

Maybe that's because you're
on your third bag of crisps.

Please. You got
to keep looking.

Jin, there is
nowhere else to look!

There just isn't a
there there. I'm sorry.

Oh, there's a
there-there there, okay?

And I'm gonna go there to
prove there's a there there.

So there.

God.

So, according to Pierre, the
files Tate wouldn't turn over

were for a company called
Ocean Sunset Holdings.

It's an LLC under his
late mother's name

that paid somebody $50,000

just a few days after you
charged Tate with murder.

Fifty K to who? James Harris.

It's a 61-year-old
retired landscaper.

I am texting you a
photo of him right now.

So why'd Tate give
this guy $50,000?

That I don't know.

But if his first
lawyer dropped him

after she found out about it,

I'm thinking it had to
be some kind of payoff.

If Tate paid off a witness,
that would definitely be enough

to put him back on
trial for murder.

Okay, so, I
still haven't figured out

why Tate Walker paid
James Harris $50,000.

But I did find this.

That's Michael
Walker's cell number.

So, Tate's brother called Harris
just three days before he died.

Yeah, but I don't know why.

I went through his banking
records, his phone records,

and outside of that
$50,000 payment

and that one phone call,
can't find any connection

between him and the
Walker brothers.

There may not be a digital
trail, but I found a paper one.

Seems Harris was the
gardener at the Walker estate

20 years ago.

Before he died,

Michael was digging into his
mom's records on the house.

I figured he was just totaling
up home-improvement expenses,

getting ready to sell.

Something else had
to be going on.

Tate didn't just hand somebody
$50,000 for no reason.

Well, here's the
interesting part.

I went back through
those records

and found what looks
like another payoff.

Back in 2003, Tate's
mom paid Harris 100K.

Then he never worked
for the family again.

Okay, either that's one
hell of a severance package

or Mom was paying him
to keep his mouth shut.

Then, 20 years later, Tate's
about to go on trial for murder.

And he gets another payment.

So, obviously, Tate didn't
want you or the P.A.'s office

to find out about whatever
happened back then.

Prior bad acts areadmissible.

So Harris could have
knowledge of something

that, if it came to light,
wouldn't look good for Tate.

We still need to figure
out what Harris knows.

If I go to Harris without
enough information to flip him,

he's gonna tip off Tate,

and Tate's gonna have his
attorney file suit against you,

me, HPD, and everybody
else they can think of.

We need to find someone who
knows what happened back then.

I saw a list of old employees
in the files Michael pulled.

All right. Well, send it over,
and I'll track them down.

It's go time.

Changed the code.
Nicely played.

Oh, hi, Pippin!

I love you, too.

But Papa J's in the
middle of something!

Too... many...

nacho... chips!

Hey, Siri. Call wifey.

Calling Wifey.

Hi, Jin.

Hey, Higgs! What
are you doin'?

Well, I was about to go
and join Magnum on a case.

Oh, cool. Cool, cool.

When you're on your
way, can you be a lamb

and stop by Mrs. F's house
with a tub of butter,

some Vaseline, or
a water-based lube?

Excuse me?

Well, I took your advice.

I went to sneak in to
see what Margot's up to.

Hang on. I-I never said that.

No, I'm pretty sure you did.

And she changed the
front-door code,

and the back door's locked.

But there is a doggy door.

You're stuck, aren't you?

Like Winnie-the-Pooh.

Hey, what'd you think
the lube was for?

I'm on my way.

Thank God.

Oh, God. She's back.

Hey, Pippin. Pippin.

Get the tug toy, boy.

Let's play tug, boy! Come on!

Yeah. Ah. Now pull.

Pull, Pippin!

Pull, Pippin!

Pull, Pippin.

Pull!

Pull... Yes!

I can help you or what?

Uh, yeah. Are... Are you
the building manager?

Yeah. I'll be right down.

I just got a couple questions.

Why? What is this about?

I'm looking for a girl
named Paula Nelson,

and this was her
last known address.

Paula? She was a maid
for a house in Manoa.

I don't know if that helps.

Paula the maid? Yeah.

God. She hasn't lived
here for a long time.

Do you have any idea
where she's at now?

No.

She was here one
day, gone the next.

Never even came
back for her stuff.

Mm. Sorry I cannot
help you, bro.

Oh, e-excuse me. Uh,
how long ago was this?

About 20 years ago.

Got
her. Paula Nelson.

Grandmother on the mainland
reported her missing

back in 2003. And
they never found her?

No. And here's the kicker.

Harris got his first payoff

just a few days after
she disappeared.

Whatever happened 20 years
ago may have happened to her.

Odds are Tate
Walker was involved.

Hi, Todd.

Yes, I've signed
all the documents

and just had them notarized.

Sure. Let me get
that number for you.

I'm gonna put you
on speaker. One sec.

007...

275...

Shh. 1485.

Okay. Great,
Mrs. Fredericks.

I'll have the appraiser meet you
at the property for the final...

Pippin, get out.

Wonderful.

And how long will it take
for the funds to transfer?

Okay. Thank you for your help.

Pippin, shut up.

Pippin,
get out of the way.

Seriously.
Pippin, go lay down.

Jin, I'm on my way.

I'll be there in
like five minutes.

In trunk. Stop.

Dead Fredericks. Stop.

Need backup. Stop.

Jin, why are you
talking like that?

My battery's at 2%.
I'm trying to be brief.

Okay. Well, can you be
a little less brief?

I was right! Margot's
a crook and a killer.

She murdered Mrs. F
to run a Lehman Lift.

It's a home-equity scam.

Margot poses as Mrs. F,

cashes out, and then
pockets the money.

It's the perfect con,
minus the murder.

Jin, slightly more brief.

I'm locked in a trunk
with a dead Mrs. F,

and Margot's taking
me somewhere,

but I'm sure it's gonna
end up with a dead Jin!

Okay, Jin. Don't worry.

But once your phone dies, I
won't be able to track you.

Do you know the make and
model of Mrs. Frederick's car?

Yeah. I think it's
blue. Does that help?

Never mind. I'll look it up.

Okay. Don't worry,
Jin. Everything...

Hello? Higgins?

Jin?

Hey, Higgins. What's up?

TC, Jin's in trouble.

He's in the trunk
of a gray sedan.

Its last known GPS coordinates

had him heading
north on the H-2.

We need to track from the sky.
It's a matter of life and death.

Can you make it to Island
Hoppers? Yeah. I'm on my way.

I can be there in five
minutes. I'll be ready.

I'm still not sure about this.

I'm under express orders
not to touch this case.

They said you couldn't touch
Michael Walker's murder,

but they didn't say anything
about a 2003 cold case.

I'm sorry. I, uh,
don't think I knew her.

I only worked outside,
so I didn't really...

didn't really talk to the maids.

Why are you just
looking for her now?

It's never too late
to give the family closure.

And in this case, some new
info has come to light.

Really? What kind of new info?

Like the fact that you
talked to Michael Walker

just a few days before he died.

Yeah. Mike...

Mike called to ask if I could
help fix the landscaping

on his mom's house.

He was hoping to sell.

Uh, what's that got
to do with the girl?

Well, we were hoping
you'd tell us, Mr. Harris.

But you're gonna
have to stop lying.

Lying?

We know about the
$100,000 payment

you received after
Paula disappeared.

Michael didn't call about
landscaping, did he?

Look, I-I don't
know what you're...

Something
happened back then.

And we think you
stayed quiet about it.

Then, 20 years later,
Michael comes to you,

asking questions, and ends
up dead three days later.

You know what that
looks like, right?

Wait. You don't think
that I had anything...

Your phone was off the
night Michael was killed.

I-I was probably fishing.

I always turn it off
when I take the boat out.

Anybody go with you?

Oh. So you don't
have an alibi?

We know Michael had a beer
with whoever killed him.

It means it was someone he knew.

And right after he's killed,
Tate Walker pays you $50,000.

I think we just found ourselves
a brand-new prime suspect.

No. No! I-I don't know anything
about what happened to Mike.

But you do know what
happened to Paula, don't you?

You can go down for
Michael's murder,

or you can start
telling the truth.

Twenty years ago, I
was tending the rose garden

when I heard arguing.

Paula?

She was a sweet
kid. Pretty, too.

Tate was around 19
and arrogant and...

I'd seen the way
he looked at her.

So, when I heard the
scream, I ran to help.

But I was too late.

I found Paula at the bottom
of the stairs, not moving.

Looked like her neck was broken.

I saw Tate at the
top of the stairs,

breathing hard, bloody
scratches on his face.

You're a witness
to this woman's murder,

and you never called the police.

I was gonna... I wanted to call,
but Mrs. Walker came to me.

She told me it was an accident.

I knew it wasn't true.

I was scared.

And...

she offered me more money
than I'd made in a year.

So you stayed
quiet for 20 years,

until Michael came calling.

Michael was away at
college when it happened,

but I think he was
starting to figure it out.

I told him to talk to his
brother, and I hung up.

A few days later, I
found out he was dead.

That's when Tate came by.

Wanted to thank me for
my years of service.

He told me to forget
that Mike ever called.

Then he gave me a check.

I didn't ask for it.

But you still took it.

So, the brothers may
have been arguing

about selling Mom's house,

but it looks like
the real motive here

was Michael figuring out
what happened in 2003.

Tate wouldn't have
been the golden boy

if Mom hadn't covered
up what he did.

So while Michael's
piecing this together,

he's getting more
and more angry.

Confronts Tate about
his call with Harris

and then threatens
to turn him in.

Tate kills his brother to keep
the truth from coming out,

then offers Harris another
payoff to stay quiet.

It all fits, but we
still can't prove it.

I mean, right now I could
charge Harris with obstruction

and Tate with bribery.

But murder, it's just
Harris' word against Tate's.

Without more evidence,
Tate doesn't get away

with only one murder.

Okay, Jin. You got this.

The trunk release is...

Jon?

Hey!

Freeze! FBI!

That's a Costco card. Get out.

I'm so sorry, but my foot fell
asleep a couple miles back.

I just need a minute to
wiggle my toes individually.

Get out of the trunk
now or you die in it.

Okay. Jon!

Oh! What's going on?

Everything's gonna
be okay, Mrs. F.

You!

I let you in to use the phone...

and you shot me!

Get out of the car and walk

or the next one
goes in your head.

Oh!

You. Help her. You're
not gonna believe this,

but all the blood
rushed to the other leg.

Now this one's
completely asleep.

I-I...

Aah!

Mrs. F! Quick, get the gun!

Ow!

Mrs. F, get the gun!

Quick! Come on, Carol! Faster!

Grab the gun before she...

Oh!

She dropped the gun!

No! Please!

Yeah!

Thanks.

Any luck with the M.E.?

Pulled records for every
Jane Doe on Oahu since 2003.

None of them were
a match for Paula.

And after 20 years, our odds
of finding her are slim.

I mean, Tate could have
dumped her in the ocean,

buried her in the woods.

Tate's in real estate, right?

His mother's house
is worth a fortune,

yet he is dead set
against selling it.

You think he buried
her on the property?

Harris said he used to
tend to a rose garden.

I don't see one. I walked
every inch of that estate.

I don't think there is one.

Yeah, but there used
to be. Right here.

What's there now?

Concrete patio.

This concrete patio was
put in 20 years ago.

I think we just found Paula.

Get out of
my way. Get...

Sir... This is my property!

Sir... Hey! Hey!

Stop that!

Stop digging!

You. Hey, you!

You're about to
lose your job again.

The phone number for complaints

is at the bottom of
this search warrant.

Take him.

No hard feelings.

Just doing my job.

P.A.'s
office says the new case

against Tate is solid.

They're gonna try him
for Paula's murder.

Once they get a conviction,
they can use that

as new evidence to retry
him for killing his brother.

Cheers to that.

Yeah. Hey, Gordy,
it's last call.

How about I buy you a
beer? Uh, I'd love to,

but now is the worst part
of any case... paperwork.

Ah. I'll see ya.

See you later. See you, Gordy.

You sure you guys
don't mind closing up?

Mm-hmm. Oh, come on.
It's the least we can do.

Thanks for your
help today, buddy.

Bye.

Oh.

What are you laughing at?

Jin just texted me and TC.

How adorable is
that?

After Mrs. Fredericks was
released from hospital,

she asked Jin to stay with her
and Pippin until she recovers.

That's sweet. Yeah.

We actually made rather
a good team, he and I.

Also, uh, I think I've
answered the question

as to whether we spend
too much time together.

Mm. And?

Well...

whilst time apart definitely
works for some couples,

I'm not sure it
works so well for us.

And unfortunately for you, it
means you're stuck with me.

♪ Baby, bring it to me ♪
All right.

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪

♪ Bring it on home to me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, bring it to me ♪

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪