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Not bad for your first time.

I could've kept going.

First rule of spearfishing is:

you kill what you eat,
you eat what you kill.

Well, guess what's
for lunch today.

You know, your dad took me
fishing a couple of times.

He and some of the vets would
rent a boat for the day.

Where, in Kailua Bay?

Yeah. Oh, man,
when I was a kid, I always

wanted him to take me.

It was back when I was a rookie,

very eager to impress.

Took me five minutes to realize

it was less about the fishing,
more about the drinking.

Yeah, that was my dad.

I'll tell you, though,

he had some great stories.

I want to show you something.

One of the last things

my father said to me
before he was killed...

it didn't make sense at the time...

but he called me "Champ."

My entire life,
he's never once called me that.

It's got to be a clue...
He wanted you to find it.

All this stuff was inside.

The postcards are
from Osaka, Japan.

I got two names off of them,
both former Yakuza lieutenants,

now deceased.

They're photos of a car.

Looks like the
result of a car bomb.

I got an unmarked key.
Looks like a furniture key.

Right. And I've tried every
single lock in this entire house.

I even tracked down
my dad's old desk

from the HPD... Nothing fits.

This number right here,
I've been trying

to match this number
to bank accounts

passports,
social security numbers.

Nothing, nothing comes up.

Look, you were his partner
when he retired, Chin.

Does any of this
make sense to you?

I think this is a case number.

No, I considered that...
It doesn't match HPD's

filing format.
No, no, no. Back when

everything was logged manually,
they used this format

for police reports.

Now it's all done electronically.

Well, if this is a case file,

can you get your hands on it?

Well, I know someone
back at the archives.

He's probably the only guy on
the force that'll take my call,

but... yeah, I'll reach out.

Thanks.

That's us.

All right, if you could escort
them out, it'd be great.

Shoots.

So, vic's name is Erica Harris.

She's 26, and she's
here on her honeymoon.

They found her in
Kahana State Park

wearing nothing but a nightie.

Totally disoriented.

She was suffering from
dehydration and exposure.

Any signs of assault?

No sexual trauma,
but she does have

some minor injuries,
including defensive bruising.

Looks like a possible
abduction case.

Possible abduction? Either
you're abducted or you're not.

The thing is, she doesn't
actually remember being taken.

HPD tried to get a
statement from her,

but she doesn't even
know how she ended up

in the middle of the forest
20 miles away from her hotel.

Have we ruled out the obvious,
like psychiatric disorders,

sleepwalking, I don't know,
a hard night of partying?

Yeah, thank you very much.

Yeah, I have definitely heard
wilder drinking stories

than ending up half
naked in the forest,

but her blood alcohol is normal.

Yeah, we're still waiting
on her tox panel.

Medical history's clean, though.

What about the husband,
he see anything?

His name is Jake Harris,
and he's nowhere to be found.

Which means he might be a suspect.

Or a victim.

I-I don't understand.

I mean...

why would somebody do this to us?

Why would they take Jake?

Look, I know this is hard,
but, um...

I need you to try to tell
us what happened last night.

Um...

After dinner, we, um...

we went for a long
walk along the beach.

We got back to our hotel
room around 10:30...

went to sleep.

I woke up.

It was dark and cold.

You were in the forest?

No, it was inside a room.

Inside a room but
not your hotel room.

Was anybody in the room with you?

I'm not sure.

It was really dark.

It's okay.

You said your hands
and feet were tied.

How did you free yourself?

I don't know.

It was all really foggy.

It...

I just remember...

running through the woods,

and I kept thinking...

"Don't stop.

Just keep going."

So that's what I did.

What happened after that?

That's all I remember.

Okay, um, listen,
we're gonna let you rest.

Okay? I know this has been really
hard for you, so just try to relax.

Come on.

Okay, why'd you cut that short?

Because I have interviewed
enough victims to know

when to back off.
Danny, she's not just a victim,

she's a witness, and the
information we get from her

could help find her husband.

She can't tell us something
she doesn't know.

All right? It's called
trauma-induced amnesia.

Okay? A person's in shock,
they suppress memories.

Tell me where my son is.
Erica's mother-in-law,

Nancy Harris, just flew
in from San Francisco.

I want to know what
happened to my son.

Just where is he? Ms. Harris,

I'm Lieutenant Commander
Steve McGarrett with Five-O.

My unit is handling this case.

Okay, we are putting all of our
resources into finding your son.

I'd like to talk to
my daughter-in-law.

Erica's fine, okay? She's being
treated for her injuries right now.

No, you don't understand.

Erica is no victim.

If something happened to my son,
she's responsible.

Jake and Erica met six months ago,

and three weeks later,
they were engaged.

So you don't believe in love
at first sight? Well, Jake

has never been the impulsive type,

so it concerned me to see
him act so recklessly.

Nevertheless, I decided
to give them my blessing,

provided they sign a
prenuptial agreement.

So Jake had some money?

Jake is a managing partner

at Harris, Axelrod and Price.

It's the law firm that
my late husband founded.

So I guess they didn't
sign the prenup, huh?

No. No, and after I suggested it,

he stopped returning
my phone calls,

I couldn't reach
him at the office,

and then... I found out that

they ran off to Hawaii.

It was Erica.

I am sure of it.

She targeted my son for his money.

She rushed him into marriage,
she manipulated him.

Jake has a vast fortune.

All she has is a spotty
past and a lot of debt.

How do you know that?

'Cause I did my homework.

Now, I trust that
you will do yours.

Please...

find my son.

Mother-in-laws.

I take it you didn't have a
good relationship with yours.

No, not really.
She lives in Manchester.

She came to visit once...

It was the longest and
worst 48 hours of my life.

Wait a minute,
your mother-in-law came

all the way from England
and stayed for two days?

No, no, I checked her into the
Holiday Inn after two days.

It was me or her, babe.

Guys, what do we know?

We ran background
on our newlyweds.

Erica Harris, born Erica Wells,

Jacksonville, 1984.

Since then, she bounced around
the country taking dead-end jobs

and amassing over a hundred
grand in debt. Six months ago

she lands in San Francisco and
lands temp work at a law firm

where she meets her husband,

Jacob Harris.

Wow, look at that guy.

- She obviously married him for his looks.
- Love is blind.

It's not that blind.

Okay, so evidently,

you, Danny, are down with the,
uh, mother-in-law's

gold digger theory.

She gets a temp job at a law firm,

and six months later she is
married to the senior partner,

so yes. It could be
she targeted him.

Okay, so the debt gives
her financial motive

and might be why she
wants to get rid

of her husband,
but stage her own abduction?

So she looks like a victim
instead of a suspect.

And it keeps us busy looking
for someone who doesn't exist.

Hotel security reported no signs

of forced entry at
the honeymoon suite,

and the room wasn't
accessed by key card.

Okay, so we got two
people that get grabbed

from their hotel room in the
middle of the night, and we have

no idea how the
abductor got in or out.

We know that the couple's
rental car was taken

from the south parking
structure at 2:30 a.M.

I also pulled the call log
from the hotel room phone.

Nothing out of the ordinary there.

But... the night
they were abducted,

there were five calls

placed from Erica's cell phone
to the same local number.

Pagoda Hotel, Waikiki.

All right, so if she did clip her husband,
maybe she had an accomplice.

I don't know anything
about a Pagoda Hotel.

I certainly didn't
make any calls to it.

Okay, so how do you
explain the five calls

from your cell phone to the
front desk there yesterday?

I don't know.

Maybe Jake borrowed my phone.

He forget to bring
his cell charger.

Yeah, from what we hear,
you had to pack in a hurry.

You spoke to Jake's mother.

Look, I know what
she thinks of me,

but I didn't marry
Jake for his money.

Is it true that you wouldn't
sign a prenuptial agreement?

No.

No. I was willing
to sign the prenup.

Jake was the one who refused.

He didn't want to give
his mother the victory.

That's why we came here.

To get away from her.

The woman is toxic.

Wait. You think that I would
do something to hurt Jake?

We're not saying that, okay?

But you need to understand

you're our only witness
in this investigation.

Yeah, and unfortunately,

that does make you a
person of interest.

We just got married.

This is our honeymoon.

Now Jake is missing.

I-I can't even go
back to our hotel room

because it's a crime scene.

Listen, why don't you let us
set you up in a hotel room

with an HPD detail?

Why? So you can keep an eye on me?

This room alone is bigger
than my whole apartment.

The trunk of my car is
bigger than your apartment.

Oh, thanks for reminding me.

So this is what
$5,500 a night buys.

You know, I'm probably
biased 'cause I'm local,

but I can't imagine a
honeymoon spot less exotic

than a Waikiki hotel

with a ukulele band in the lobby.

Why? Where do you want to
go when you get married?

Cleveland? Ha.

If I get married,

it'll probably be somewhere
with cobblestone.

Like Prague or Brussels.

Ooh. Fancy.

Malia and I were
gonna go to Lanai.

That's the furthest I could
take her on a cop's salary.

Yeah. She didn't
even deserve that.

Hey. Easy to judge
from a distance.

It wasn't so simple.

Sorry. It's just...

If you want to forgive
her for abandoning you

when you needed her most,
that's fine.

But I sure as hell don't have to.

Hey, cuz.

You smell that?

What?

Oh. Smells like
nail polish remover.

Lots of it.

Connecting suite next door.

What, you think that could
have been the point of entry?

Yeah. There was this
case a few years back.

A burglar pumped acetone gas

into a high-rise condo
before he robbed the place.

Acetone, like in
nail polish remover.

Yeah, exactly. But in gas form,

it actually incapacitates
the victims.

So they won't wake up
during the robbery.

That's disturbingly
well thought-out.

It might also explain

why Erica has no memory
of the abduction.

Hold on.

What are you doing?

Just large enough to
feed a gas line through.

We need to get into that room.

I spoke to the manager.

All the calls from Erica's cell?
Room 106, right here.

Did you get a name?

No. The guy paid cash up front.

He's been here a week.

Hello?

Hello? Anyone home?

Nobody's home. All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to open it.
That's what doors do.

First of all, you cannot
open doors without consent.

Is that clear? And second?

Second, it's probably locked.

Yes. It's locked.

But I may have heard a
distant cry for help.

"Please help me,
" Coming through this door.

Therefore giving us probable
cause to enter the premises.

And we would be remiss not to
render assistance to that call.

Right? I agree, yes.

Whoa! Whoa! What the
hell are you doing?

Probable cause. I thought
we were just doing a thing.

A thing... I meant that we'd
get a key from the manager,

you Neanderthal animal.

Okay. Just go.

Come check this out. I cannot wait

to tell these people that you

and the state of Hawaii
owe them a new door.

Erica and Jake Harris.

They're in all of these.

Looks like they picked up a
stalker on their honeymoon.

Yeah.

Gun! Gun! Oh! Oh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Five-O!

You move, I'm gonna
kill you. Okay?

Yeah.

Kurt Miller. Berkeley, California.

What are you people
doing in my room?

We're investigating a case.
What are you doing?

He's got a P.I. License.

I'm investigating a case, too.

This looks like our
source of the acetone.

Chin!

You find something?

Yeah. Jake Harris.

Hey, the medical examiner says
Jake's been dead for 12 hours.

That puts the murder
at about 2:00 A.M.

Fits Erica's timeline.

Yeah, but that's
not the only thing.

Someone fed gas into their
room from an adjoining suite.

My guess is that it's acetone,

which explains Erica's memory gap

and how she just
woke up in the woods.

Did you get an ID on whoever
rented the adjoining suite?

No. It wasn't booked
for last night.

Suspect gained access using
a stolen maintenance key.

You get anything on your end?

I'll let you know.

Look, I know how this must look.

I'm a former cop, myself.

There's an abduction.
There's one person missing.

You find me here with
some incriminating photos.

Some incriminating photos?

Huh? Pay attention.

Magnum. All right?

You're like stalkerazzi.
There's 200 photos

of the same couple.

I'm not saying anything else
without my counsel here.

So book me if you have to.

Do not say it.

Thank you.

We book you, it's going
to be for murder one.

What are you talking about?

Jake Harris is dead.

They found his body at the Akahai.

His father's an old friend.

I've been working at the
firm for over 20 years

as an in-house investigator.

Jake was like family.

Nancy asked me to help.

Nancy Harris? Jake's mother?

After they got engaged,

she had me run a
background check on Erica.

Then the kids took off,
and she sent me to find them.

How long were you tailing them?

I got here after the wedding.

Followed them for about a week,

until two days ago.

Why did you stop?

I got made.

Jake spotted me and demanded
I back off, so I did.

Oh, maybe if I'd been there,
I could have stopped it.

Okay, uh...

Let me ask you a question, okay?

You ran background on Erica.

You saw how she was with Jake.

Was she playing him?

I'll tell you like I told Nancy.

I've seen a lot of gold
diggers in my time,

but Erica was not one of them.

The way she loved Jake...

There's no faking that.

I got this one.

Thank you.

My first week out of the academy,

we get a call.

Drive-by shooting.

And um, an eight-year-old kid
gets shot in the crossfire.

And it is my job to go
tell this kid's mother

that she has lost her son.

I remember that moment.
It was brutal.

I remember sitting there,
thinking,

"This has got to get easier."
You know?

Yeah. But it doesn't.

I was 16.

My mom was late for dinner.

Mom was never late.

And, uh, the doorbell rang,
and from the minute

I saw that cop's face,
I knew right away.

How did it happen?

It was a car accident.

Drunk driver.

You know, my dad used to say
he felt sorry for the cop

who had to come and tell us.

And I never understood
what he meant by that,

until the day came that
I had to do it myself.

I guess the day you get used to it

is the day you hang it up, right?

Radio? Yeah.

Are you serious?

What?

You're not gonna do something?
You're not gonna change this?

What's wrong with this?

You're gonna leave this?

You're not gonna do
something about this?

It's okay. It's okay?!

All right. Okay.

I know that you have been
trained to endure torture.

Okay? But this is
unbearable, okay?

This is... This is...
This is not right.

Okay? Songs this bad make
even stable people want

to kill other people.
You understand?

I think it's kind of catchy.

You...

Sounds like he's
torturing a walrus.

Max?

Max!

Uh, yes, oh, hi.

Uh, uh, th-the room
gets extremely cold,

which causes the soundboard
to expand and contract,

which causes the
pitch to be off-key.

I had a piano tuner,
but he liked to... chat.

It was emotionally draining.

Max, do you have the autopsy
results on Jake Harris?

I do.

C.O.D. Was asphyxiation as a
result of ligature strangulation.

No defensive wounds,

no apparent signs that the
victim tried to resist.

There was a canister of
acetone gas at the scene.

We think he was sedated.

Yes, that would be consistent
with the tox panel.

Mr. Harris had elevated
levels of ketone in his blood.

I'm guessing we'll
find the same thing

when we get back Erica's
tests from the hospital.

The wife was assaulted as well?

Yeah, she was abducted
from the hotel.

Was she taken to a remote area?

Yeah.

And let me guess... They were
newlyweds here on honeymoon?

Okay, how are you putting
this all together?

Well, in my spare time

I contribute to an
online community

devoted to unsolved homicides.

So you work with
dead bodies all day,

and your hobby is dead bodies?

I also make pickles.

It's a good way to
reuse specimen jars.

There we go.

About a year ago there
was a series of homicides

in French Polynesia.

So you think they're
connected to the Harris case?

Similar M.O.

All victims were newlywed couples,

all were dosed with tranquilizing
agents prior to the attack,

and in every case the men
were asphyxiated on site.

What about the women?

Well, the killer took
more time with them.

They were always found 24 to
48 hours later, mutilated.

Their bodies were discarded
in isolated areas.

This is our guy.

We have a serial killer.

We got three couples murdered
over the course of seven days.

One in Bora-Bora, one in Huahine,
the other in Mooréa.

All of them were newlyweds.

The newlywed killer.

Someone should just tell this guy

that if people stay
married long enough,

they just kill each other.

It gets weirder. Check this out.

So here's Erica Harris.

Now, here are his previous
three female victims...

All from the mainland,
dark hair, blue eyes.

At least we know he has a type.

This may help us
find his next victim.

And there definitely
will be a next victim.

Last time this guy
dropped three bodies.

All right, this guy's
pretty clever, right?

He commits a crime,

and before the bodies are found,
he's off to another island.

Which means he may not
be on Oahu anymore.

McGarrett. I'll put out an alert

to all the statewide law
enforcement agencies

and send over what
we have so far. Okay.

That was HPD.

They found the Harris rental car.

Nothing in the trunk.

The rearview is tilted up,
the seat's pushed way back.

I'm thinking our guy is tall...
probably about six feet.

Right, well,
if Erica was unconscious,

he couldn't have
taken her very far.

She said she came
to in a dark room,

didn't know where she was.

We should check all nearby
storage facilities and outposts.

I need all of your men.

We're gonna start here,
we're gonna canvass outwards.

Guys, guys,

our suspect could still be here,
so look sharp.

Okay, let's go.

These the photos we
got off the P.I.?

Yeah, he was trailing the
Harrises for over a week,

snapping photos,
so I got to thinking

that maybe he wasn't the
only one following them.

Well, serial killers tend to
stalk their victims beforehand.

So I ran the photos through the
facial recognition software.

I didn't get any hits on
the national database,

so... I started going
through the photos manually.

You ever play Where's Waldo?

Look at that.

He's in three
different photographs,

each one taken at a different
time in a different location.

What are the odds that that's a
coincidence? That's not a coincidence.

I think you just found
our serial killer.

Hey, yo, over here.

This door, huh?

This is where he could have
been holding our victim.

Okay, one, two, three, go.

Good?

Clear.

See this rope?

Has blood on it.

Come check this out.

Wow.

Very charming fellow.

Must have been the popular
kid in high school.

I got morphine.

This must be how he sedated her.

I guess he didn't use
a big enough dose.

Morphine is a Schedule
I controlled substance.

Right, which means every
dose is traceable.

I'll get Kono onto it.

Have you tracked that
vial of morphine?

Yeah, I got a hit
on the Rx number.

It looks like this
particular vial was released

to the chief medical officer

aboard a Pacific Discovery
cruise ship... The Eternity...

but it was stolen from
the ship's infirmary

two days ago.

A cruise ship? Yeah.

Why, what are you thinking?

The previous murders...

Bora-Bora, Huahine, and Mooréa...

they're all popular stops
on Polynesian cruise lines.

So this guy's traveling
by cruise ship

and he's stalking his victims
on shore when the boats dock.

I'm betting he's on The
Eternity right now.

McGarrett.

So we took another look at
those murders from a year ago.

Each one of them occurred

when The Star of Polynesia
was docked at port.

That's a cruise ship
that tours those islands.

Dates and locations match exactly.

Now we know how he got from
island to island... on that boat.

Right, and that
morphine you found?

That was just stolen off a
local ship called The Eternity.

I checked the passenger
lists for both cruise ships,

and there's one name
that appears on both.

Bradford Matinsky, 36.

He boarded The Eternity four
days ago on the Big Island.

And he matches the photos
we got off of that P.I.

This is our guy.

Okay, where's that ship now?

Ten miles off of Kauai...
it's scheduled to dock

in less than an hour,
right around sunrise.

We're working on all our
options to keep it at dock.

Okay, well, tell them
Customs is backed up,

call in a bomb threat.

Hell, have CDC quarantine
the entire ship

on suspicion of a
black plague outbreak.

I don't care what you do.

Okay, nobody disembarks.

Got it.

Give me those two.

Put that on.

Absolutely not.

Listen, we're going after
a dangerous suspect

who may now be aware the
police are after him.

We don't want to spook him;
we want to blend in.

Put the lei on.

Please don't make me wear flowers.

Danny, we don't
have a lot of time.

I'm gonna do it, okay,
but I'm not gonna be happy.

And take the tie off.

No one on a cruise
ship wears a tie.

Oh, yes, they do,
they do all the time

so they can hang themselves
when they're bored.

Okay, well, put it in your pocket

and you can kill yourself later.

Kalia deck, cabin 226.

Make sure the corridors
are clear before we go in.

I'm not going to put
any passengers at risk.

Keep all these folks back, okay?

All right.

Ready?

One, two...

He's not here.

Listen up. You guys have been
docked here for over an hour,

which means our suspect
is more than likely

getting a little antsy right now,

so we need to execute the
search as quickly as possible

before he takes things
into his own hands.

Take a look at the photos

and pass 'em along.

His name is Bradford Matinsky.

He's six feet tall,

36 years old.

He's extremely dangerous

and he's more than likely armed,
so do not try to apprehend him.

Okay? If you spot him,
you radio me immediately.

Got that?

Okay, move out, let's go,
let's go, go.

Unfortunately, we are experiencing

mechanical issues with the
gangway at this point.

For your safety we ask
that you remain onboard

until further notice.

I'm sure we'll be able to
get you folks underway soon.

Danny, check that suitcase.

We got to find out how
this guy picks his victims.

Heads up.

What do you got?

Wedding and engagement rings.

Matinsky took these
off his victims.

These are trophies of his kills.

This guy is beyond disturbed.

Okay, I bet he even eats
from the buffet line.

Wait a minute, Danny,
check this out.

Looks like this guy
did his homework.

These are from the Akahai's
internal booking system.

It's a reservation list for
every room in the hotel,

and Jake Harris' name is circled.

How the hell does
he get this stuff?

He's got travel itineraries,
topography maps,

wedding announcements.

All the women look alike.

In each of these couples
all the women...

That's how he does it.

That's how he does it.

Danny, look, they're all couples.

He finds couples booked
into honeymoon suites

and he stalks them online.

Finds the ones that fit his M.O.

I mean, we got... we got
at least four couples here.

Okay, so how are we going to find
out who's next? I don't know, pick.

Commander McGarrett.

Commander McGarrett,
I've got eyes on the suspect.

Atrium deck,
headed down the stairwell.

Copy that. Do not close
on Matinsky, okay?

We're headed your way.

I'm still on him.

He's heading towards the
staterooms on the...

Danny.

I got him, go ahead.

You all right?

He went that way.

Ma'am, back in your room.

Back in your room, close the door.

All right, Coast Guard's
got divers in the water.

Kauai PD has been up
and down the shoreline.

There's no sign of Matinsky.

Yeah, he's gone.
Question is, where did he go?

All right, he could
have gotten on the plane

when Erica got away,
but he didn't.

All right,
he got back on the boat.

That's right,
'cause he's not a runner.

His drive to kill overpowers his
self-preservation instincts.

He didn't kill Erica,
so now he needs a substitute.

All right, listen, I'm looking
over his file. Check this out.

Kristen and Elliott Clark.

Right? They got
married four days ago.

Travel itinerary says that they are in
Kauai now staying in a honeymoon suite

at a hotel that I
cannot pronounce.

The Hikina.

That's not far from here.

All right, Chin,
you got me and super SEAL.

Go ahead. Hey.

So I dug up a little
more background info

on our man Bradford Matinsky.

Turns out, he's a systems analyst

for an engineering firm
in Lansing, Michigan.

Well, explains his
computer skills.

Two years ago, he was engaged to
be married to a Natalie Hayes.

They were planning a big
beach wedding in Barbados.

Let me guess. She had a change of heart.
Can't imagine why.

Took it pretty hard, though.

He quit his job,
he went on unemployment.

And two months later,

Natalie Hayes goes missing.

Surprise, surprise.

Was Matinsky ever charged?

No. He was a person of interest,

but he was never formally
charged with the crime.

Case is still unsolved.

All right, so this nut
job kills his fiancée,

and now he's living out some sort of sick,
sadistic revenge fantasy.

Exactly. The dates of
the murders coincide

with the anniversary
of the wedding,

almost to the day.

Marriage gets called
off in December of '08.

Polynesian murders go
down in December of '09.

And a year later, here we are.

Oh, crap.

I thought I turned it off.

Oh, honey, you just
completely ruined my Zen.

Sorry. It's a private number.

Don't do it.

It could be my parents.

Exactly.

Hello?

Aloha, Mrs. Clark.

This is Jonathan
from guest services.

I'm sorry to disturb you,

but you have a call
at the front desk.

I'm in the middle of a massage.

Do you know what it's about?

I'm sorry, I don't,

but they said it's
a family emergency.

Oh, my God. Okay.

I'll be right there.

There's a courtesy phone
on the second floor

at the end of the hallway.

I can connect you from there.

Thanks. I'm on my way.

I wasn't able to get in
touch with the Clarks.

All right, we're still
ten minutes out.

We need to find them.

Get their security on it.

This can't be right.

I don't know. He said the
courtesy phone would be here.

I said to look for...

Hey, that's him right there.

That's him? That's him.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Relax!

Go! Go! Go! Come on! Come on!
Come on! I'm going.

All right!

May 18, 1996.

What is that?

It's the last time I puked.

All right, don't make
me break my streak.

You will not puke in this car.
You will not puke...

Hey!

If you're gonna be sick in here,

you crack that window.
This is a loaner.

Oh, truck! Truck! Truck! Truck!

Truck!

Get on it! Get on it!
Let's go! I'm on it.

He's got Kristen.

Come on, come on. Yeah.

Drop your weapon!

Stay back!

I'm warning you.

Stay right there!

Put the guns down!

Put your weapon and let
the girl go, please.

I do, and I go to jail.

You don't, and you die.

So does she!

Listen to me, huh?

We know about your fiancée.

We know she left you on the
altar in front of your friends,

in front of your family.

We know that must have hurt.

You don't know anything.

I do, all right?
I know what it's like

to have someone you
love walk away from you.

What are you doing?

What? What are you doing?

The guy's clearly a psychopath.

You trying to make friends with him,
you trying to connect?

He's standing right
in front of us.

I see he's standing
right here, Danny,

but you're a cop.

You're not a therapist, you know?

Hey, hey, hey, I have been trained

for this kind of thing, okay?

What, what, to bore
people into submission?

Don't listen to him, okay?

His idea of communication

is-is he drops a witty one-liner
and then shoots you in the face.

Don't worry about it. Know what?

I'm might shoot this guy just so

he doesn't have to
listen to you talk.

Why don't you do your thing,

I'll do mine, all right? Okay.

Matinsky, put the knife down.

It's over. It's over!

No! No! No! No!

Hey, hey, you're okay.

Come here, come here.
You're all right.

You okay?

I don't know that I can do this.

I don't think you
can afford not to.

You accused your daughter-in-law
of some pretty terrible things.

She has every reason to
hate you right now, but,

the truth is, she needs you.

You both loved him.

And despite everything,
you're family.

That should stand for something.

Do you really think
that she'll forgive me?

Never know unless you try.

Take all the time you need.

Hey, got a minute?

Yeah.

So, I heard back from my guy
over at the HPD archives.

He looked up that case number
that your dad had written down.

What did he say?

The file is missing.

Which means it was
either lost somehow...

Or somebody stole it?

Yeah. I was able to get a
little bit of information

just based on the
file number itself.

Here's the thing.

The case was opened
on April 19, 1992.

That was, uh... That was the day

my mother had her car accident,
the day she died.

Yeah.

Okay, uh... why...

Why would somebody steal my
mother's accident report?

Because according to this,

it wasn't an accident report.

What are you talking about, Chin?

It was a homicide.

You're saying that my
mother was murdered?

I think that's what your
father was investigating.

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