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Previously on Hawaii Five-0...

Harry Langford. Does MI6 got some
business in Hawaii we should know about?

I've taken an early pension and, um,

I'm traveling the world
enjoying my golden years.

I'm beginning to suspect
that my retirement

- may have been a little premature.
- Paris, Munich, London.

This is gonna be
Chernobyl times a hundred.

Still happy you decided
to spend the day with us?

Let's say I have a newfound
appreciation for what you boys do.

- Uh-oh.
- What is that?

Is that British for everything's okay?

- Watch your eyes.
- Oh!

- What the hell's the matter with you?
- I fixed it.

Reactor's stable.

The George Cross.

Gentlemen, on behalf
of a grateful nation, we thank you.

You may wanna take a look at
the top one. Looks a little sketchy.

I'll send it up to the lab
for a threat assessment.

Anonymous package.
No return address.

What do you think the chances
are we watch this

and it isn't deeply disturbing?

- Betamax. I got it.
- Right.

All right.

Hey, can you believe
that watching a movie at home

used to mean jumping in the car,
driving to a video store,

and hoping that the movie you wanted
to watch was available to rent?

- Yeah, those poor souls.
- Like, seriously.

Nowadays, you can just, you know,
fire up your phone

and watch The Fast and Furious franchise
from the comfort of your own toilet seat.

Yeah, it's a great time to be alive. And
thank you so much for that mental image.

Well, you know, I was hypothetically
speaking, you know, uh,

- I obviously don't do that.
- No, of course not.

- Shall we watch the tape?
- Mm-hm.

All right, here we go.

Okay. It looks like it was taken
from some sort of hidden camera.

Can you make out what they're saying?

No, but can you hear that?
It sounds like breathing.

It's coming
from whoever shot this video.

Great. So some perv just
sent us an old sex tape.

No, this isn't a sex tape.

I think we just watched a murder.

- So...
- So?

Do you wanna discuss the, uh,
pink donkey in the room?

- There's a pink donkey in the room?
- The pink elephant.

Who's that?
What are you talking about?

- Noriko.
- What about her?

What about her? Well, uh, after
everything she put Adam through,

uh, you think it's just a coincidence
that the same day she dies

is the same day that Adam skips town?

You don't find that to be
a little cause and effect-ish?

Until I have some
clear evidence in front of me

that implicates Adam in any of this,
there's nothing to discuss, Danny.

Oh. Well, what about when you do have
some clear evidence? Then what?

Then I'm gonna have a very
difficult decision to make.

- Boys.
- Hey.

Thanks for coming by. Great to see you.

- Good to see you, man.
- Come on.

- That's a nice, uh, spread.
- Whoa. Look at this place.

- Oh, hello.
- Gentlemen,

allow me to introduce
Lady Helen Mortimer.

- Oh, hi.
- Hey.

- It's lovely to meet you both.
- You too.

Harry told me so much about you.

Back in my MI5 days, I used to run
security for the Mortimers.

And when I found out they'd be
vacationing in Hawaii,

I, um, thought I'd pop in
and pay a visit.

And we are thrilled to have him.
Harry's like family to us.

Well, you guys
certainly draw quite a crowd.

The lobby's full of photographers.
We had to, uh,

knock a couple guys out
to get to the elevator.

Hmm, I thought my days of being chased
by the paparazzi were long gone,

but then my daughter hit puberty,
developed a rebellious streak,

and suddenly became
the favorite of every tabloid editor.

Mm-hm.

Oh, and here she is.
Lady Sophie has just woken up

so I do apologize
if she's a little bit grumpy.

Just getting ready
for my wild night out on the town.

Lady Sophie, these are my friends,
Steven and Daniel.

- How's it going?
- Very good.

- Hey.
- How are you?

You know, um, Commander McGarrett
and Detective Williams

have both had the honor
of meeting Her Majesty.

Yes, it's true. We did. It was,
uh, it was a career highlight for me.

Yeah, it was pretty cool.
We got, uh, we got medals.

They gave us... we ate fish and chips
for lunch. Liked it a lot.

- She had a big sword.
- So let me get this straight,

- you're like a, um, like a royal, um...
- I am.

So how many people have to die
before you become the Queen?

Legitimate question. Is that a faux pas,
you don't ask something like that?

Uh, it's fine.

No, the truth is,
I've never actually counted.

- Ah.
- Oh, she has. It's 34.

- Hmm, long shot.
- So, boys, shall we?

- Hm? What?
- Ah.

Um, about our lunch,
just a slight change of plan.

Sorry about this, chaps. This is
Lady Sophie's standard holiday move.

She underpacks and then insists
on turning her first day

- into a shopping spree.
- It's okay.

- Are you serious right now?
- I'm hungry.

Oh, yeah, I know. We're all hungry.
Where'd you get the animal crackers?

I was with Charlie today.
And he's five.

So you have to have snacks
for five-year-old kids

'cause if their blood sugar drops too
low, they act like, um, psychopaths.

- Give me a cracker.
- No.

- Give me a cracker.
- It's my food.

You know what? Might I suggest that
when Lady Sophie reappears,

we all agree that whatever she's
wearing, we say it looks fantastic.

- Yep.
- Then we can all go and eat.

Good idea.

Yeah, you put them away.

- Hey.
- Stunning.

That is amazing.
You should get that outfit.

I don't know. I'm not convinced by the
trousers. I'm just not loving the cut.

- I like them a lot.
- No, you're right.

I think the high-waist jeans from before
with the pink suede mules are good.

Keep those. And the silk bomber jacket
from three outfits ago,

- I think that's the jam.
- Take note, gents.

This one actually knows
what he's talking about.

Let me get everything together
and we'll grab that lunch, yeah?

Okay.

- How?
- Well, um,

I have a 16-year-old daughter
and I have really good sense of style.

I appreciate your patience, gents.

Lunch is definitely on me.

Well, given how empty my stomach is,
it's probably gonna cost you.

It's amazing where the time goes.

I was there when Sophie was born,
you know, watched her grow up.

She was such a sweet child.

It's been a few years
since I last saw her

and, um, well, let's just
say she's changed quite a bit.

It's called puberty, buddy.
My daughter's a different person

every single day. It's a nightmare.

Hey, I just feel like it's my duty
to warn you guys

that my personality is about to take
a serious left-hand turn

if I don't get some food into my system.

- Agreed.
- Thank you.

Was that...

Don't talk to me
unless you got more animal crackers.

Sophie, how are we doing in there?

Sophie?

Sophie?

She's gone.

Based on the video format
and the quality of the recording,

it looks to be
about 20 to 30 years old.

Yeah, and unfortunately, we were unable
to ID any of the people in the footage.

All right. First things first,
are we sure this is even real?

I mean, it certainly looks that way,

but the only way to know for sure
is if we talk to whoever sent it.

And whoever that person is went through
a lot of trouble to cover their tracks.

There's no return address,
and according to the lab,

there was no prints found
on the package.

We sent the envelope
to CSU for handwriting analysis,

but the chances that that
gets us an ID are slim to none.

All right. For now, let's say
we treat this as a genuine murder.

First thing we're gonna need to do
is establish our crime scene.

In order to get a video
from this point of view,

it means that either the owner
of the motel or an employee

that worked at the motel
found a way to get a camera

and mount it up there so that anybody
staying in the room wouldn't notice it.

Well, check this out.

You hear that heavy breathing?

At first we thought this was
just the creeper exerting himself.

Yeah. But according to Noelani,

that kind of breathing is indicative
of a chronic respiratory condition,

most likely COPD.

It would be nice
if we knew which motel this was.

That way we could
cross-reference past employees

and maybe find one of them
who had COPD.

Yeah, see, that's what
we were thinking, but unfortunately,

we don't have a lot
of information to go off.

I mean, based off of the tropical-themed
decor and the complimentary lei,

it looks like a local motel.
But beyond that, it just seems

impossible to pinpoint
a specific location.

- Impossible?
- Yeah.

Young people.
Nothing's impossible.

Just means you two youngins
would have to get out

and do some good
old-fashioned police work.

Now, this video is our best and our only
lead, so here's what we have to do.

We have to dive deep.

We have to analyze every single clue
that we can grab off here

and then we can cross-reference that
against motels

- that were operating at that time.
- An island this size,

that could be hundreds
of possible locations easy.

Then we better get started.

Hey. Where's the girl?
Blonde, British, barely legal.

Listen, mate. We traced a request
for a car from her phone to this vehicle

- so we know you picked her up.
- Look, I don't want any trouble.

She just told me to keep driving
until I got pulled over.

- Huh. That's very smart.
- Which one of you is Harry?

I am.

So the lab had a go at cleaning up
the sound on the recording.

Unfortunately,
the camera was too far away.

It didn't pick up much and what it
did get was mostly inaudible, except for this.

I never promised you anything.

Did he say,
"I never promised you anything"?

Yeah, it's creepy. But it doesn't
get us any closer to getting an ID.

- Okay, what else?
- There's this.

You see how it gets brighter there?

Those are car headlights
sweeping across the window,

which means that the room
is on the first floor.

- Very good.
- Yeah.

Must be one of those
drive-up-to-your-door type motels.

Right. And check this out.

Oh, yeah.
Those were the good old days.

Back then, people used
cell phones for making calls

instead of standing around looking
at damn cat videos.

Yeah. And we identified it
as a Motorola MicroTAC Elite.

They were manufactured
between the years of '94 and '97.

I was thinking we should look at missing
persons cases during that timeframe.

I mean, who knows, it could
get us an ID on the victim.

- What about the room key?
- Yeah, we looked into that too.

Looks pretty generic and it doesn't
have the name of the motel on it

or any distinguishing characteristics.

Yeah, except the room number, 13.

Well, it could explain the victim's luck,
but other than that, it's not very helpful.

When people build hotels,
they do so under the assumption

that most people are superstitious,
that's why when you go up in a tall building,

you never see the number 13
on the elevator bank.

I would assume that, uh,
it's probably rare, the motel

that would have a room number 13.

So we find one that does and it
could very well be our crime scene.

Boom.

Well, I just broke
the news to Lady Helen.

- How'd she take it?
- Not well.

I had to promise I'd find Sophie
and get her back safely.

The girl has no idea
of the risk she's put herself in.

Look, Harry, I mean, uh,
we're not going anywhere,

we're gonna make sure you get
this kid back safe, all right?

HPD's got a description, every cop
on the island's looking for her,

- we're gonna find her, promise.
- I wish I found that more comforting,

but as you've already seen,
Lady Sophie is extremely resourceful.

I spoke to some friends back in London,
had them run a deep surveillance dive

on all of Sophie's devices
and social media accounts,

and, uh, it appears
she's wiped her phone clean

and was clever enough not to leave any
clues behind as to how she's intending

- on spending her time on the island.
- All right.

Well, this shouldn't be too difficult.
She's 16 years old, right?

So we just got to go to the source
that knows her best.

You know Sophie's best friend?

Oh, Harry Langford, calling me
at home in bed after midnight.

What would my father say?

He'd tell you to be quiet and listen
because this is serious, Carlotta.

- Sophie's gone off on a little adventure.
- Well, how did that happen, Harry?

Aren't you supposed
to be looking out for her?

- Where is she?
- How the hell should I know?

Listen, you're supposed
to be her best friend,

she probably texts you every time
she goes to the bathroom.

This is Detective Danny Williams
and his partner, Steve McGarrett.

- Hello.
- Hello, Steve McGarrett.

- Hi.
- Carlotta, please.

Assuming you're right,
and Soph did say something to me,

why would I betray her confidence
and share that information with you?

Now, listen here,
you puffed up little trollop.

You're gonna tell us what you know
and you're gonna tell us right now,

because if you don't, I'll be having
to have a word or two with your father.

It's frozen, I think
she got disconnected or something.

No, I'm just trying
to process that whole trollop bit.

- I think I'm done with this call.
- Uh, Carlotta, hi, it's me, Steve.

I know this seems like a fun joke,
she slipped the bodyguard,

she's out there, uh, exploring
the island, having a fun time,

but the bottom line is if word
gets out that a British royal

is on the loose, Sophie could
find herself in a bunch of trouble.

You guys are such killjoys.
She's met a boy there.

- When? How?
- On a dating app.

Okay. All right,
you got a name for this kid?

No. But Soph texted me a photo of him
the other day. He's actually quite cute.

Oh, well, that's good. Uh,
could you send us the photo, please?

Uh, for investigative purposes,
not because he's cute, allegedly.

Yeah, all right. Fine.

Hi, I'm calling
because I think my parents

- may have honeymooned at your motel.
- It was way back in the '90s.

- '95, if I have my dates right.
- Yeah. Anyway, it's their anniversary

and I'd love to book them in the same
room that they stayed in back then.

I do know that they stayed
in room number 13,

- could that have been your motel?
- So you don't have a room 13?

- No room 13, huh?
- You did? Really?

Okay. So the manager's saying
that this place, the Avalon,

they renumbered their rooms a while ago,
but they did at one point have a room 13.

It also looks like they remodeled
at some point in the last ten years.

Let me have a look at that.

Check it out.

Holy crap, that's our motel.

- You sure this is it?
- Room 13, at least it used to be.

Okay. So decor's a little bit different,
but the basic layout is the same.

I think this could be it.

Was there ever an opening in this ceiling,
like for an AC vent or something?

The rooms were remodeled
before I started working here,

but as far as I know,

they've always used wall units
for the air conditioning.

Oh, okay.

We need to get up into this attic,
and by "we," I mean you two.

Watch your step.

Hey, check this out.

It looks like someone spent
quite a bit of time up here.

Look at this.

- Looks like an old AC vent.
- Yeah, but it's not connected.

Give me your knife.

- Hi, there.
- Hi.

It looks like we found our crime scene.

You know what
the weird thing about all this is?

I think I have a good idea,
but, uh, go ahead.

Well, if it wasn't for creepy,
heavy-breathing guy

and his weird perverted obsession,

we wouldn't know anything
about this murder.

- I'm not defending him...
- Well, it kind of sounds like you are.

No, I'm not defending him.

- I'm just saying it was useful to us.
- Okay.

From our point of view.

Obviously, I'm appalled by somebody
videotaping people having sex.

- Mm-hm.
- Without their consent, obviously.

So I just spoke with the owner.
He bought the place ten years ago.

- Okay. So he's not our guy.
- Right.

But the man he bought it from
had owned this place since the '70s.

- So then that's the guy we need to talk to.
- That's gonna be a little problem.

He died three years ago. Come on.

I can't believe Sophie ran off
with this pond weed.

- What could she possibly see in him?
- Oh, come on.

Her father is an actual Lord, right?
And this guy's a pond weed.

She's rebelling. Makes total sense.

All right, good news
is he does not have a criminal record.

Oh, he doesn't
have a driver's license either.

So there's no way we can identify him?

You guys, get out, move away.
I gotta do everything?

Look, he may not
have a license or a record,

but if he is under the age of 30, he
definitely has a social media footprint.

Well, if he isn't behaving himself,

I'm gonna leave a pretty
heavy footprint on his face.

Look at you, all tech savvy.

You know, I got a 16-year-old daughter,
nothing I wouldn't do to spy on her.

All right, Travis Lynch.

- Complete and utter muppet.
- That's a new one.

Hey, uh, Danny,
bring up his timeline thing.

There we go. Oh, look at that.

These photographs
were uploaded less than an hour ago

from the Muse Beach Club.

There, that's Sophie.

It says, uh, "Scored a real-life
princess, hashtag life goals."

Firstly, she's a lady, not a princess,
and secondly...

Actually, I don't have anything to add
to that, I just wanna kill him.

Hey, Harry,
this picture has over 300 likes.

Which means we're not the only ones
that know Lady Sophie's at this party.

We better pick her up quickly

before the wrong kind of people realize
she doesn't have any security.

I know this song. It's the one
that gives me a bad headache.

Hey, uh, Harry, I think we should split
up, cover more ground, huh?

Uh-huh.

Yo, pops, this is a private party.

Ah! Ah!

You're not Lady Sophie.

- Dude, are you serious right now?
- Where is she?

- Where is who?
- Hi, Harry.

I guess... I guess you found Travis.

Yo, I bought a bottle to reserve this
cabana, you can't be here right now.

Why don't you get on your feet
and kick me out of here?

Everybody calm down.
Let's, uh, let's move back to the party.

You... you can stay there.
Everybody, let's, uh, let's clear this area.

This is crazy. I didn't do anything.

You wanna talk, you can call
my dad's lawyer, he can... Ow!

- Kind of had that coming.
- That, like, really hurt!

Good. Now that I have your attention,

let's start with where
Lady Sophie Mortimer is.

Looks a little like the girl that you
were playing tonsil tennis with.

Yay high, blonde, very smart,
English, way out of your league.

I don't have any idea, dude.

Well, that's not the right answer,
is it, mate?

Which means I'm gonna have
to break one of your arms now.

But I'll be a gentleman about it
and let you choose which one.

You guys can't do this.
You guys are cops.

No, actually, we're cops.
He's, uh, he does his own thing.

Yeah, and while you do your own thing,
we're gonna look this way, okay?

Oh, okay. Okay. Okay! I'll talk!

Excellent decision.

I met her on a dating app.
I was just minding my own business,

swiping left, and then boom, we matched.

I mean, she's hot, she's got good chat,
she has an amazing body.

Did I say body? I meant personality.

That was good. Good save.

Anyway, we messaged back and forth,

and she tells me she's gonna be
on the island for a couple of days.

She wants someone
to show her a good time.

So I tell her I can get her into this
sick party and she said she was down.

- So you arranged to meet, huh?
- Right.

She asked me to pick her up
outside this store on Kalakua.

I had no idea that this chick was,
like, royalty or whatever.

As far as I know, from her profile,
she's Katie from London.

And then I find out
she's some kind of princess

- when people start recognizing her.
- Mm-hm.

But she didn't exactly play it
on the downlow.

What does that mean?

I mean,
that chick really knows how to party.

Oh, stop!

A little while later, I decide
I should go get her a drink.

A Shirley Temple, before you ask.

But when I get back,
she's sitting on some other dude's lap.

I felt kind of used, but I was like,
"Whatever. This chick is bananas."

I'm sorry, but she is.

Okay. So was it
the last time you saw her?

No. Um, a little while later,

I saw her split with these two chicks
and no, I don't know who they are.

What did they look like?

They were blonde.

So we're looking for three blonde girls,
it's a good lead.

Yeah, with this head start,
she could be anywhere by now.

Hold on a minute.

Excuse me, old chap. Couldn't help
noticing you all alone here.

Yeah, I'm married to a woman.

Lovely as you are,
I'm more interested in your camera here.

You're a photographer, right?
Freelance, I'm guessing?

Yeah. What tipped you off?

You've got that
"buzzard hanging around a waterhole"

look about you, plus I recognized
you from the crowd of paparazzi

outside the Hilton this morning.

Is that a celebratory whiskey,
did you get your shot?

I did.
Not that it's any of your business.

Actually, it is. We're gonna need
to take a look at that camera, okay?

Oh, here we are.

As soon as the bureau desk opens,
those pictures go in.

Spoiled little princess partying
with men twice her age.

The tabloids
go crazy for this stuff.

Your family must be very proud of you.

Look, you might not like what I do,
but I gotta make a living.

Those pictures are worth
a lot of money to me.

What pictures?

What'd you do?

You deleted them!

I'm gonna sue you! You hear me?

Hey, listen,
I just heard back from Noelani.

She pulled the medical records
of the man who owned the motel back

when the tape was made.
No evidence of a pulmonary condition.

All right. So we rule him out then.

Junior's trying
to dig up some employee records.

Maybe one of them
might be our peeping Tom.

Okay. Um, in other news,
I may have just ID'd our victim.

Oh, all right, I'm listening.

So I was looking at open
missing persons cases from '94 to '97,

and I cross-referenced them with images
that I took from the video.

- Look what I found.
- Hmm.

- Lara Levy.
- Mm-hmm.

I looked at her HPD file.

Her roommate at the time
told the police

that she was in this secretive relationship
with this guy from out of town.

So then he becomes the main avenue
of inquiry, but HPD never finds him.

So her...
her missing persons case goes unsolved.

You got something on your mind?

Yeah, I'm just...
I just think it's sad.

I'm sitting here 20 years later,
I'm going through her case file...

I'm trying to find something about this
girl that's gonna tell us something

about who her killer is and I'm doing
that because there was no one

at the time that cared enough about her
to find out.

There was nobody fighting
for justice on her behalf.

You know, it's like, she wasn't married,
she was an orphan, she had nobody.

So she was just forgotten.

Tani...

This is the tough part of the job,
these type of cases.

They don't always end with us knocking
on somebody's door

and giving them the news that they've
been waiting years to hear

and give them closure.

Sometimes there is no closure.

No closure, no healing,
not in the here and now at least.

Sometimes it's just about us getting
justice for the victim and that's all.

And that's enough.

Hey, I got something you all
gonna wanna see.

So I just heard back from the lab.

They got some DNA off an old soda can
that we found in the attic.

They ran it and got a hit.

Arthur Dubbins. He's in our system
for theft and aggravated assault.

- And guess where he used to work?
- The Avalon.

Mm-hmm. He was the handyman
there for about 15 years.

- Okay. We got a current address on him?
- I do. But we're not gonna find him there.

Why not?

Arthur Dubbins collapsed
about three weeks ago from a stroke.

He was admitted to the hospital
and has been in a coma ever since.

Mrs. Dubbins,
I have here the admitting forms

from when your husband
checked into the hospital.

Can you please verify for us
that this is your signature?

It is.

The handwriting analysis
determined that these two samples

were a 98 percent match.
You sent that to us.

You wanted us to find out who did this.

I can't imagine how difficult
this must have been for you

to keep that secret all these years.

I'm sure you wanted to go to the police

and tell them
what you knew the whole time.

Only your husband wouldn't hear of it,
am I right?

Then he had a stroke.
He went into a coma and you thought,

this is my chance
to finally do the right thing.

But what if somehow he woke up...
found out what you did, what then?

Mrs. Dubbins...
I can promise you one thing.

Regardless
of what happens to your husband,

we can protect you, we will protect you.
You have my word on that.

But, ma'am, we're gonna
need your help on this case.

It was so long ago now.

Arthur... hadn't been sleeping.

He was drinking more.

I could tell there
was something eating at him.

When I confronted him...

...he finally told me what he'd seen.

Did your husband know the identity
of the man who committed the murder?

- I think he did.
- Why do you say that?

Because he had access to the guest logs,

and the one time I asked him about it...

...he hit me.

Said if I were ever
to tell anyone what he'd seen,

or if I went to the police, he'd...

...he'd kill me.

There's something else.

Something I think you should see.

Where's this party, then?

Over there, on our friend Oliver's boat.
We're super early.

But don't worry, it'll pick up soon.

Come on. It'll be totally lit,
I promise.

All right. So the plate
on the BMW came back as a rental.

It's currently on loan
to a James Hollis of Detroit, Michigan.

- Did we run background on this guy?
- Yeah, I did,

and I got absolutely nothing.
You know why?

There is no James Hollis,
it's a fake name.

Whoever rented this car
didn't want it traced back to him.

I'm getting a very
bad feeling about this.

- Well, there is some good news.
- Well, let's have that then.

Apparently, the Beamer
has a vehicle recovery system.

Rental company
is checking into that right now.

As soon as I hear from them,
you're my first call.

- All right. Thanks, Lou.
- Right.

How's it going, kids?

You know when you're watching
a video with your family

- and a sex scene comes on?
- No.

Yeah, okay. Well, this whole thing has
kind of been like that, hasn't it, Junes?

Yeah. I've seen a lot of stuff
I wish I could unsee.

But, um, within all the kink,

we did find nine recordings of Lara
with the same guy.

And the dates matched
with those her roommate provided

in an old HPD missing person report.

So this has to be the guy
that Lara was seeing.

How you doing ID'ing him?

These are the best screen grabs
that we could get.

As you can see, the camera angle
is really working against us.

It's basically impossible
to get a visual

- that's gonna help us identify him.
- Okay. What about audio?

The two of these must've had
some conversations

- that ended up getting recorded?
- I'm sure they did,

but Dubbins only recorded the bits
when they're getting down to, you know.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah. We did find two times, though,

where Lara refers to him as "Paul."

Okay. So here's what we know.

The killer's name is Paul,
he's between the ages of 30 and 40,

and according to Lara's old roommate's
statement, when Lara first went missing,

she would see this man at this motel
every Thursday for a few months.

It's not a lot to go on, we know.

Hang on. There's a pin on that jacket.
Zoom in on that pin.

There it is. He was here every Thursday

because he was on layover
because he's an airline pilot.

Okay. So if we can figure out which
airline that pin is associated with,

- we can ID him.
- Well done.

Later.

- Oh, not for me, but thank you.
- Suit yourself.

So much for that party, I guess.

Well, it's been lovely,
but I think this is where I bow out.

- Go sit down.
- I'd really much rather not.

If I was you, I'd keep my mouth shut
and do as I was told.

Because if you want any chance of
getting off this boat alive...

Perhap... perhaps I
can save you all a lot of bother.

You're clearly massively out of your
depth. I mean, what was the plan?

To kidnap me? Demand a ransom?

I hate to disappoint, but there
are people who already know I'm missing.

And they are not the sort of people you
want coming after you. Trust me.

Best option all around would be
to let me off this boat

and we'll let bygones be bygones.

I have a terrible memory
for faces anyway.

I'm just gonna put this all down
to a silly misunderstanding.

No hard feelings.

Great speech.

But we're not gonna ransom you.

We're gonna sell you
to the highest bidder.

And a bona fide princess like yourself
should fetch top dollar.

It's locked.

Allow me.

I could've done that.

- "SS Martha."
- Clever girl.

We've got a nice, rich prince for you.
You'll make a lovely couple.

Well, you won't technically be a couple.

More like you'll be joining
his roster of girlfriends.

Some might call it a harem.

Come on now, stop crying.
You'll ruin the photo.

We want the prince
to like what he sees, don't we?

The prince might
notice a black eye, but...

...maybe he won't care
about a few bruises on your body.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Who are you?
Where the hell did you come from?

To be honest, it's a long story

and it's probably not worth
getting into right now.

- Sophie, are you all right?
- What?

You're her dad? Come to pick her up?

I'm just here to make sure she,
uh, gets home safely.

What about you? Who's here
to make sure you get home safe?

Oh, he should be along in a minute,
to help me beat you imbeciles to death.

What did I miss? Hey, Soph.

How about I just shoot you two in
the head and dump your bodies overboard?

Whoa, okay. Take it easy, hold on for
a second. He's got a point, I mean...

Strange choice of hand cannon.

A Beretta M9, double action,
it's got a 13-pound trigger pull.

He's right, by the time you
actually squeeze your round off,

we're gonna have that thing
in your mouth.

Why don't you two just shut up and die?

Ah!

Well, then. I had a good run,
but I think it's time we go home now.

Mm-hm.

Mrs. Hoff? I'm Captain Lou Grover
with the Hawaii Five-0 Task Force.

What's this all about?

Lara Levy.

Sarge, I got something.

Oh, you're safe. Thank God.

Well, technically, thank Harry.
And Steve and Danny as well.

Hello, darling.
I came as soon as I heard.

Daddy.

Hey, you, uh,
wanna grab a beer or something?

So, uh, is she hip, does she know?

Does who know what?

Does she know
that you are her real father?

I mean, the way she had us running
around the island, she's very elusive,

you know,
it's like you guys are very similar.

And that look you had on your face
when you thought she was in danger,

that is... that is the look
of a scared father, I know that look.

And not to mention when, uh,
Lord What's-His-Name, he showed up,

when she ran into his arms,
he gave her a big hug,

you looked like you're about
to throw up, so... you know.

Lady Helen was separated at the time.

And, um, when she
told me she was pregnant,

I very much wanted
to do the right thing,

which in the end meant accepting her
decision to go back to her husband.

- Harry, can I ask you a question?
- Mm-hm?

You think the kid has the right to know
who her real father is?

If she ever asks, I won't lie.

In the meantime,
I'll always be there for her.

Fair enough.