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PILOT:
Ladies and gentleman,

we're starting our initial
descent into Honolulu.

Looks to be a beautiful
day in paradise:

82 degrees and not
a cloud in the sky.

Don't forget to turn in your

agricultural declaration forms
to a flight attendant.

We'll be on the
ground shortly.

Aloha.

Hi.

Thank you.

MAN: I'm going
to make a call.

Don't go anywhere.

You're hilarious.

(alert chimes gently)

PILOT: We'll be landing
shortly, folks.

Please fasten your seatbelts.

Flight attendants,
prepare for landing.

Your seat backs up.

Seat backs up, please.

Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you.

Excuse me.

You need to return to
your seats now, we're landing.

Hello?

(screams)

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x15 ♪
Mai Ka Wa Kahiko (Out of the Past)
Original Air Date on Febuary 6, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Do you do this for fun?

Yeah, it's a great workout.

Mm-hmm.

How far to the top?

1,048 steps.

It's kind of like
nature's Stairmaster.

Nature's Stairmaster?

Okay, listen, if you don't
think you can hack it,

you need to tell me now,
all right?

'Cause I don't want
to get halfway up

and have to carry
you back down.

Listen...

You know how to throw little
balls around; that's great.

Are we going to
do this or what?

I don't know.

Your shoe's untied.

Oh, that's your strategy?

My shoe's untied? Really?

Nice one.

♪

Okay, Weston!

Okay, it's on now!

Hey.

(groans, pants)

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Let me see.

(groaning)

Okay. Easy.

Okay, it could be fractured.

We should get you
to a hospital.

No, no, it's not necessary.

I'm fine.

That wasn't a question.

Hey, it's McGarrett.

Listen, uh, can we get
uh, paramedics

at the base of
Koko Head Stairs, please.

Yeah, okay. Thank you.

Do you think you can
put any weight on it?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay, let's give it a go.

All right, easy.

Easy, easy, easy...

Okay...
(gasps)

All right. Okay.
(grunts)

Okay. (moans)

Maybe I'll just wait
up here for... for a bit.

Mm-hmm.

I'll carry you. Come on.

No, really.

What? No, really?

You're fine? You're good?
Yeah.

Okay, your choices are I leave
you up here until you die,

or I'm going to
carry you down.

Okay...

Come on.

Just... here...

(grunting)

Okay?
Yeah.

For the record,
I won, you know.

Okay, you won the race.

Yep.

Oh, God.

This is ridiculous.

I'm fine.

Just taking the
necessary precautions.

I'm going to send you
the hospital bill.

So, listen, if she
get's too annoying,

you just sedate her, okay?
(laughs)

(sighs)

Bye.

(cell phone rings)

McGarrett.

I'm on my way.

DANNY: Steve, this is
Mark Dunkerly.

He's the president of
Hawaiian Airlines.

Hey, nice to meet you.
How do you do?

Obviously,
we're devastated.

Something like this
has never happened before.

Mr. Dunkerly, we're
going to need

your airline's full
support on this on.

Absolutely. Anything
we can do, Commander.

All right, thank you.

Kono's inside.
All right.

Thanks.

After the flight attendant found
the body in the bathroom,

all the passengers were kept in
their seats until HPD arrived.

They're currently
sequestered in a hangar,

and Chin's with them now.

Who's the victim?

A U.S. marshal.

He was escorting a prisoner
named Sal Painter,

who is not among
the passengers in the hangar.

Okay, which makes him
our primary suspect, right?

Yeah, we also found
a murder weapon,

two plastic knives held
together with a rubber band.

HPD found it
in the lavatory trash.

Danny?

You know this guy?

Yeah.

His name is Dave Collins.

He, uh, worked out of the

U.S. Marshal field office
in New Jersey.

I'm sorry.

He was a buddy of mine;
we kept in touch.

Has three kids.

We got a smashed cell phone.

STEVE:
Kono, uh...

(cell phone rings) Let's see if
Fong can get something off of it.

Excuse me.
Chin, what've got?

How about another
missing passenger.

Who?

According to
the flight manifest,

a man named Rick McGuire.

No one here remembers
anything unusual about him.

Where was he sitting?

Seat 35G.

Looks like McGuire left
something behind.

Why would he leave
his stuff behind?

Maybe he didn't want to
draw any attention to himself.

STEVE: Kono, go through this,
see if you can

find anything that'll help us
locate our suspects.

Okay, so, Painter had
an accomplice,

obviously another passenger.

All right, but where are they?

'Cause they didn't get off the
plane five miles up in the air.

I know.

He talking to the vic's wife?

STEVE:
Yeah.

Hey, listen, we get anything
out of that duffle bag

we pulled off the plane?

Not a thing.

No usable prints.
No DNA.

STEVE: Hey...
Here she is.

Yes. Hi.

Wow. Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

It's just a minor sprain.

KONO:
Here, have a seat.

Oh, I'm good.

Thank you.

Lori, sit down.
You should elevate it.

No, no, thanks, Doc,
I'm fine, really.

All right.

What's up with
the TSA footage?

All right, should be
loaded up by now.

Okay, so that's Collins's flight
just prior to arrival

at the gate.

Look at that.

LORI: Okay, so they must've
gone through

the service cart lift in the galley,
- Right.

and accessed the wheel well
through the baggage compartment.

DANNY: All right,
so the guy on the left

could be the right
build for Painter.

All right, well,
now we know how

they got off of the plane.

What else we got on these two?

Uh, well, HPD arrested
Painter last year

for robbery and assault.

Evidently, he liked hitting
high roller poker games

all over the Island.

Unfortunately, he skipped
town before sentencing.

He was also the chief suspect

in similar incidents in
Chicago and New York,

which is where he was rearrested
and extradited back to Hawaii.

Okay, good.

What about the other guy?

KONO:
Rick McGuire.

Resides in Westchester County,
New York, no criminal record,

But he makes a lot
of trips to O'ahu.

Eight times in the
past year alone.

This guy's five-nine.

DANNY:
Yeah, so what?

- How tall is Painter?
- Five-nine.

Kono, uh, come back

in the footage here to the piece
where the guys are side by side.

DANNY:
Oh, I see-- how can

they both be five-nine when
this guy's clearly a half a foot

taller than the other one?
STEVE: Exactly.

Whoever got off the plane with
Painter was not Rick McGuire.

We need to find out
who the real Rick McGuire is,

and who this guy

who's impersonating
him now is.

Copy.

Danny and I are gonna
stay focused on Painte

Now, tell me about him.

Does he have anybody
on the Island?

Any friends, any family,
anybody who could

help him
hide out while he's here?

No family, no known associates.

DANNY:
Okay, what about enemies?

You know, maybe he's looking
for payback.

KONO: The main witness
in the trial

against him was a woman
named Holly Malone.

She ran the high stakes
poker games that he hit.

We're going downtown.

Let's go talk to her.

She's the only link
we got to Painter.

♪

Officers.

Everything is on
the up-and-up here.

This is a charity event.

We've got seats available,

if you'd like to play.

The buy-in is $50,000.

Oh, is that all? You got 50?
I don't... on me, no.

I, uh, I actually want to send
my kid to college one day.

(laughs)

Come over here for a second.

Sal Painter--
we think you know him.

He's back
on the Island.

He killed a U.S. marshal,
and he escaped custody.

I see.

Um, what-what is Five-O planning
on doing about that?

Well, that depends on how
helpful you plan on being

with us today, Ms. Malone.

We want to know
who he ran with.

Somebody on the Island
may be harboring him.

I know who his partner was.

Um, one of my dealers-- Bronco.

He leaked the locations
of the games to Painter.

Bronco.

Yeah, it's Painter's cousin.

STEVE:
Okay.

Where do we find Bronco?

You can check
the Ali Mani Motel.

That-That was their crash pad

on the Windward side.

(phone ringing)

Kono, what'd you find?

Rick McGuire-- the real one--

he died two years ago
in New York.

Excellent.

Okay, which means
Sal Painter's accomplice

stole McGuire's identity.
KONO: Which he used

to purchase and register
a Crown Vic in Oahu.

All right, good.
We got an address

attached to the registration?

It's a vacant lot.

Clever.

Okay, all right,

not your average
idiot criminal mentality.

Can't wait to meet this guy.

I don't have anyone here
by the name of Bronco.

Is that his real name?

Uh, what about this guy, ma'am?

Have you seen this man around?

Yes. Mr. Painter.

Room 224-A.

- I think he's there now.
- Okay.

Would you like me
to call him for you?

No, no. We want to surprise him.

Thank you.

Painter!

Painter!

(grunting)

Come on.
(panting)

Huh?

Where's your partner? Huh?
Where's your partner?

I don't have a partner!

You don't have a partner. Here.

(groaning)

Huh?

Hey, listen to me. Hey, hey!

Listen to me. I need the name
of your accomplice.

Your accomplice, the guy that
helped you kill Dave Collins

and escape custody.

I don't know.

You don't know...?

(groaning)

Oh, Danny, if
we drown him,

he won't be able to
tell us anything.

Hey. I'm trying to drown him. He
killed a friend of mine, okay?

(gasping)
Huh? Where is he?

Where is he?

I don't know.
I swear!

Before this morning, I never saw
the guy in my life!

(panting)

(water dripping)

You guys seem to have a
listening comprehension problem.

I don't know any
Rick McGuire.

Okay, if you don't
know this guy,

why would he help you escape?

Told me he'd been in my shoes.

That was good enough for me.

DANNY:
Okay, well, I'll tell you who

it wasn't good for.

U.S. Marshal Dave Collins.

Look, I didn't kill
the guy, okay?

Last I saw the marshal,
he was heading to the john

to make a call, and
he never came back.

And how long was that
before you landed?

(sighs)

15, maybe 20 minutes.

He was getting all antsy.

Kept looking around,
like he was

checking somebody out
a few rows in front of us.

Okay, who was
he checking out-- McGuire?

No clue. All I know

is, a couple minutes
before we land,

this guy comes up
and says he can help me.

Then he unlocks my leg shackles,
like he's my best friend.

Well, how did he know
how to do that?

I didn't ask, and I didn't care.

I followed him to
the back of the plane,

he got us down
into the baggage compartment.

Next thing I know,
the plane lands,

and he's leading us out
of the wheel well.

That was the last time
I saw him.

All right, did he say
where he was going?

No. All he said was
he had work to do.

- What kind of work?
- We didn't exactly swap life stories.

Okay, but he must have
said something.

Why he killed Collins,
where he was going.

Something. He must have
said something.

No. The guy hardly
said a word.

He was all calm and cool.

Only time he lost it
was when he dropped that key.

That really
pissed him off.

Wait a minute. What key?
What are you talking about?

He couldn't open the hatch
to the cargo hold,

so he used this key
to pry it open.

It worked, but the key slipped,
and fell into the hold.

All right, we got to call Kono.

Have her search the hold
for that key.

We get a print off it,
maybe we can find out

who McGuire really is.

All right, if what
Painter told us is true,

Collins recognizes this
McGuire guy on the plane...

From where, we don't know.
Right.

McGuire knows he's
been compromised.

He kills the marshal.
That part makes sense.

Until he unshackles Painter.

Why help a guy
you don't know?

Probably so we'd spin our wheels
tracking the escaped fugitive

instead of looking for
some random missing passenger.

Buys himself some time
and throws us off.

Right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just got off the phone
with Kono.

She get the key that
Painter was talking about?

Yeah. She's on her way
to Fong's to drop it off,

but she sent a shot of it.

Serial number

on the key traces back
to a private mailbox

at Mailbox Dispatch

near Diamond Head.

Services high-end
beach houses in Kahala.

Okay.

- We have an address?
- Uh, let me look it up.

(computer chirping)

STEVE:
Okay.

Find out who owns that box,
we track down McGuire.

- I'll go check it out.
- Oh, no, no, no, gimpy.

Please, let me.
I got this one, okay?

Thanks.

See? Chivalry isn't dead.

I carried you
down a mountain.

Hey, Charlie?

Found this in the cargo hold
of our crime scene.

Maybe you can get a print or
DNA or something off of it.

Find out who this
Rick McGuire really is.

Thanks, Kono.
I'll get right on it.

Is that Dave
Collins's phone?

Oh, yeah. I managed
to restore the data from it.

Just reconstructing
the call log now.

(computer chirping)

Looks like

right before the phone
was smashed, he was trying

to make a call,
but he never got to hit send.

Well, who was he
trying to call?

Pulling up the number now.

(computer chirps)

Wait a minute.
That's Danny's number.

Did he know Collins?

Yeah.

Why was Collins
trying to call Danny

right before he was killed?

Paperwork says the box belongs

to a Rick McGuire.

- You got a billing address?
- Oh, yeah.

It's another private mailbox
in New Jersey.

New Jersey, huh?

But you know that tampering with
the mail is a federal offense.

Yeah, of course I know that.
I'm a cop.

You got a customer over there.

Go deal with her.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Steve,
I got an address on McGuire.

Rick McGuire,
Five-O! Open up.

Clear.

Coming in.

Come in.

There's dust everywhere.

Doesn't look like

anyone's stayed
here in a while.

One more spot to check.

Got something?

I don't know.

(computer chirps)

Oh, my God.

That's Grace.

And Rachel.

And Danny and Stan.

McGuire had them all
under surveillance.

Why? Who the hell is this guy?

Good contact, Grace.

Excuse me?

Grace Williams?

I'm Officer McGuire.
I'm here to pick up Grace.

- Is everything all right, Officer?
- Her father had a little accident.

Is he okay?

Yeah, sweetie,
he's okay.

I just got to take you
to the hospital, all right?

Where's my mom, or Uncle Steve?

They're both with him at the
hospital, waiting for you.

I don't want you to worry,
all right? He's okay.

I'm not supposed
to go with strangers.

I'm not a stranger.

I'm a policeman.

And I'm also an old
friend of your dad's.

You are?

Uh-huh.

You know that...
your old house in New Jersey,

the one up on, um,
Laurel Forest Circle?

The one with
the bad garage door

that used to drive
your father crazy?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah.

So why don't we go see
your daddy, okay?

It's okay, Grace.

(phone ringing)

DANNY:
Hey.

You find anything
at McGuire's place?

Danny, Danny,
where are Rachel and Grace?

Uh, Grace should be at a tennis
lesson right now. Why?

Pacific Club.

Okay, Danny, listen
to me, all right?

McGuire's been
stalking your family.

Hold on-- what?
What'd you just say?

Okay.

We found photos in his computer.

We found photos
of Rachel, of Grace,

of all you guys.

Whoa, whoa, slow down.
What are you talking about?

- Thank you.
- Steve? Steve?

Tennis instructor says a uniform
picked up Grace 30 minutes ago.

Hold on, hold on,
whoa, whoa, whoa. What uniform?

What the hell are you
talking about, Steve?

Danny...
(beeping)

This is Rachel
calling me right now.

Do not move;
I'll call you right back.

Rachel, where are you
and where's Grace?

Uh, well, I was going to ask you
the same thing.

You sent someone to
pick her up? Are you hurt?

No, I'm fine.
Listen to me.

I want you to go to HPD
right now, you hear me?

- Danny, what's happened?
- Rachel, listen to me.

Go to HPD, do exactly what
I tell you to do, okay?

Danny, where is Grace?

She's calling me right now,
on the other line.

Go straight to HPD.

You hear what I said?

Grace?
Baby, can you hear me?

Where are you? Are you okay?

(man laughing over phone)

Grace?

You know, I'm surprised.

I thought Manhattan was the only
island you'd ever set foot on.

Listen to me, listen to me,
you son of a bitch.

Whoever this is, if you touch
my daughter, you lay a finger

on her, I swear to God
I'll kill you, you hear me?

Hey, is that any way to talk
to your training officer?

Why don't you just
take it down a notch, D.

Rick Peterson...

Hey, sweetie,

I want you to say hello
to Daddy, okay?

Okay.

Danno?

The policeman said you were
in the hospital,

and we're coming to see you.

Hey, monkey. You okay?

Can you look around and tell me
where you are right now?

Hey.

Your phone is cloned.

So any calls you
make or any calls you receive,

I'm gonna know about.

Uh, Rick, just please...

just tell me
what you want, Rick.

I'll do anything
you tell me to do.

Just tell me what you want.

(phone rings)

Don't answer that.

Rick, you got a beef with me,

you can come, you can put
a bullet right in my head.

Just, please, I'm begging you,
let my daughter go.

Listen, when I
hang up the phone,

you're gonna take your cell
and your gun,

and you're gonna
throw them out the window.

And then I want you to go
to Halekauwila and South.

There's a bus bench...
Okay.

...with a disposable phone
taped underneath.

You're gonna go there,
you're gonna get it,

and you're gonna wait

for my phone call.

Okay. Uh...

I'll do what you say.
Just please...

please don't hurt my daughter,
Rick. I'll do anything.

Just please,
please don't hurt her.

Oh, D.

Whatever happens to Grace,
that's...

It's all...
it's all on you, buddy.

You act like a smart guy,

you don't do
what I tell you to do...

...and then sweet, beautiful
little Gracie dies.

Now, do we understand
each other?

Yes. Yes.
I understand perfectly.

Good.

Because we're only
gonna play this one way, D.

I've had a long, long time

to think about how
I was going to make you suffer

like you did to me.

So you better drive fast, kid,

because you got 11 minutes.

All right.
Ready to go?

LORI:
Hey.

Hey.
Okay, Rachel's safe.

She's at HPD headquarters
with the baby.

HPD squad car
is watching her house.

Also put out a MAILE AMBER Alert
with a description of Grace.

Okay.
Anybody heard from Danny yet?

He's not answering his cell.
Nothing yet.

Okay. Okay.

All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right.

Kono, what
do you got?

Chin said that Fong
pulled a print off the laptop

you got at McGuire's place.
Okay.

We got a hit-- Rick Peterson.

He's an ex-cop from New Jersey.

Cop from New Jersey?

Does Danny know this guy?

Yeah, Danny put him in prison.

(engine roaring,
tires screeching)

(horns honking)

(tires screeching)

(tires squealing)

(phone ringing)

Rick.

I'm here. Please...
don't do anything stupid.

Okay? Please don't hurt her.

Okay? Please.

You sound a little winded,
partner.

Is island life making you soft?

Listen to me. Please, Rick.

I know...

I can imagine
what life in prison

must have been like for a cop.

You know?

What do you know, D?

Listen to me, Rick.

I did what I thought was right.

You understand me? I did
the only thing that I could do.

Yeah, what you did...
what you did was destroy

every beautiful thing
I had in my life.

Every beautiful thing
in my life, and I swear to God

I'm going to do the same to you.

In 2001, Sergeant Rick
Peterson was arrested

for stealing money and
half a key of coke

from a crime scene.

This is video from
Peterson's criminal trial.

Officer Williams,
is this the first time

you witnessed
Sergeant Peterson

unlawfully removing evidence
from a crime scene?

You're under oath,
Officer Williams.

No, it was not
the first time.

PROSECUTOR: What sort of things
did Sergeant Peterson take?

Drugs, guns, money.

Danny was the key
prosecution witness.

Peterson served
ten years,

and he was released
seven months ago.

This whole thing's
about revenge.

(cell phone ringing)

Dave Collins recognized
Rick Peterson on that plane.

He was calling to warn Danny,
and that's what got him killed.

And then Peterson threw
Sal Painter into the wind

to send us on a
wild goose chase.

It bought him enough time
to put his plan in motion.

Okay. HPD just found
Danny's phone

and gun along the
Ala Wai Canal.

Which means Peterson has already
made contact with Danny

and he's controlling him now.

All right, Lori, listen to me.
I need you to hook

into the Camaro's police GPS
and get me a location.

Okay?
Okay.

Kono, get a description
of Peterson over to HPD

and have them add it
to the MAILE AMBER Alert.

Then go down to the crime lab,

and if there's anything
to find on that laptop,

you find it, okay?
Find it, find it, find it.

RICK:
Where are you?

I just crossed Punahou Street.

All right.

I want you to drive to the
entrance of Diamond Head Crater.

You got 18 minutes.

And, D,

you turn left instead of right,

you stop anywhere,

you try to call
your Five-O buddies,

then your daughter dies.

You got that?

(sighs)
Yes.

All right, looks like Danny's
four miles ahead of us.

Make a left at the next light.
All right.

(cell phone ringing)

Kono, what do you got?

So Peterson tapped into Danny
and Rachel's voice mails

and downloaded them
onto his computer.

It looks like he was focused

on one message
from a few months ago.

Listen to this.

DANNY:
Rachel, uh, it's Danny.

Uh, listen to me.

Uh, I don't... I don't care

if the baby is mine
or if it's Stan's.

I love you, okay?

And I-I just feel in my heart

that there-there's
still a shot, okay?

We have a chance.
And this is ridiculous.

I'm doing this on a voice mail.

Will you please call me back?

That's all I can find.

Listen to me.
Kono, you go find Rachel.

I don't care if they're wearing
an HPD uniform or not--

nobody gets in to see her.

Okay?
Yeah, you got it.

Hello, partner.

You look good.

I'll take that gun.

Where's Grace?

Grace is safe.

Gun.

I dumped the gun
like you told me to.

I'm talking about the gun

that you took out
of your ankle holster.

All right?
Now, don't be a wiseass.

Give me the gun.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Huh?

Now, I know you don't care
what happens to you,

but trust me-- if you die,
Gracie's going to die.

Now, give me the gun
and stop playing around!

Listen to me, Rick.

I'm going to kill you.

I swear to God that I
am going to kill you.

You understand me?
Good. Good.

You stay angry, 'cause if memory
serves me correctly,

you get real stupid
when you get angry.

Now, give me the gun.

Attaboy.

Right hand
to the steering wheel.

Tight.

You don't mind, do you?

Go ahead.
Good.

Now sit tight.

I'll be right back.

What's wrong?

We just lost the signal.

Call Lori.

(beeping)

Chin?

Lori, we lost the signal;
can you resend?

I lost it too; I think

it's been disabled
at the source.

I'll keep trying.

He's off the grid.

Now it's just you and me.

You disabled the GPS.

Now what, Rick?

You know, ten years in stir,

you learn to value your privacy,
you know what I'm saying?

Rick... you are free.

Okay? You served your time.

Why are you doing this?

You're gonna screw
everything up.

Just give me my daughter,
and you can walk.

You can walk;
you can have a life.

Just give me Grace.

You want me
to walk away?

Just like you
walked away, right?

And allowed me to rot
in that prison for a decade.

You stole money, and you
stole drugs, and you got caught.

You got caught, Rick.

I'll tell you what...
How is any of that my fault?

I'll tell you what,

why don't we go visit
that judge and that jury,

and we'll ask them.

The ones you got to
convict my ass, remember?

What did you want me to do?
I was under subpoena.

I didn't have a choice, Rick!

You had a choice.

I was a good cop, D.

You weren't a good cop, Rick;
you were a dirty cop.

You betrayed me.

You were my partner,
and you sold me out.

I mean, you were supposed
to have my back, bro.

(exhales)
You have my daughter.

Yeah, I got your daughter.
You have my daughter.

What more do you want, huh?

I want my life back, Danny.

I want Kim back.

You know, she left me
five years ago.

She found somebody else.

Can't blame her, though,
you know?

Can't wait forever.

You know what that
feels like, don't you?

(panting)

And Cole...

already graduated high school.

But he doesn't talk
to me anymore.

I'm dead to him.

(wry chuckle)

I really wish things
were different.

I really do.

So do I.

Uncuff yourself.

(keypad beeping)

All right, drive.

What are you doing?

I'm making things different.

(engine starts)

(phone rings)

Kono,

I just got a
text from Danny.

I thought you said he didn't
have his phone with him.

He doesn't.

Let me call Steve.

Kono, is everything
all right?

Not really.

Rachel got a text originating
from Danny's cell phone.

Peterson must've cloned it.

Well, what'd the text say?

It says, "I'm going to make

Stan pay for breaking us up."

Does that make any sense to you?

Kono, listen to me.

Have HPD locate Stan Edwards

and place him in protective
custody right away.

Hi, Stan Edwards please.

This is Danny Williams calling.

Take the phone.

What the hell are you doing?
Take the phone.

You're gonna tell him
you need to see him

right away at
Ala Moana Park.

It's right across the
street from his office.

Just wait.

Will you stop arguing with me

and just get on the phone?

Stan, listen, it's Danny.

I need to speak
to you right away.

Steve, Stan Edwards's secretary
said he just left the office

to meet Danny across the street
at Ala Moana park.

No answer on Stan's cell phone.

Lori, call Kono, have
her meet us there, okay?

See that lonely little
trash can there?

There's a gun taped inside.

You go get it, and you meet
Stan halfway up this path.

Rick, please.

Will you just listen to me?

Just listen to me
for one second, okay?

Stop whining, please.

When you get out, you so
much as look back at me,

you start to run away,

you deviate from anything
I tell you to do,

and I swear to God
your little girl dies,

and it's gonna be your fault.

Why are you doing this, Rick?

Why are you doing this?

This is about you,
and this is about me.

This is not about Grace,
and this is not about Stan.

Why are you doing this?
I want you

to pull the trigger
when you see him; I want

three shots center mass.

I want him dead before
he hits the ground.

I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna kill
an innocent guy.

I'm killing Stan, Rick.

Come on, this is insane.

Come on, don't
tell me a little

part of you doesn't
want to do this.

I heard everything.

You and Rachel actually had
a shot one time, didn't you?

You had a little baby.

Almost looked like
that baby was yours.

What do you... What do you think
this is going to do, Rick?

What do you think
this is gonna do?

You think I'm gonna
go to prison? Huh?

You think I'm gonna got to
prison for murder under duress?

I don't care if
you go to prison.

But I know Rachel's not
gonna forgive you for this.

So you're gonna
lose the only thing

that means anything to you.

You're gonna lose your family.

Now, I've had enough talking.

Get out!
Please, just tell me...

Get out of the car, D.

Don't make me ask you again.

Hey, Danny, what's going on?

Danny?

How's Grace? Is she okay?
Stop, stop.

Stan, listen to me...

What's going on, Danny?

(tires squealing)

STEVE:
Get Peterson!

Go, go, go! Danny!

There's a man inside my car.

And he's-he's
going to kill Grace...

...if I don't kill you.

Danny, what...

I don't have a choice,
do you understand me?

I don't have a choice.
This for Grace?

Don't talk to him, shoot him.

Danny!
I don't have a choice.

I'm sorry.
Danny!

I'm sorry.

(groaning)

Danny!

(gunshots)

Good boy.

Rick Peterson!

Get your hands where
I can see them!

Do it now!

Put down your weapon!

Do it now!
All right.

Danny!

He'll be okay.

Listen, I put one
in the shoulder,

the rest were in the grass.

Okay?
Tell Rachel I'm sorry.

I need a paramedic
here right now.

Yeah, right now.

You're gonna be all right.

Rachel, he's been shot
in the shoulder.

Keep pressure, keep
pressure right here.

Okay, listen to me.

Paramedics are
on their way, okay?

He's gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right, buddy.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Oh...!

Danny!

Listen to me, you
son of a bitch.

Next one's in your head;
now tell me

where my daughter is.

Huh?

Huh?

(engine roaring,
tires squealing)

Grace!

(muffled):
Daddy!

Okay, baby, stay away
from the door, okay?

(sirens wailing)

You okay, baby?

Huh?
Yeah.

You hurt anywhere?

Are you sure?

Oh, come here.

Okay.

One more second, sweetheart,
we'll have you out of here.

It's okay.

I want to go home.
I know, baby, we're gonna

go home right now, okay?

Okay.

We're gonna go home,
monkey, okay? Come on.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. So sorry.

It's okay.

(Rachel sobs)

I'm sorry.

(Rachel sobbing)

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