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♪ ♪

(laughs)

(gasps)

A fortune teller.

Let's go in.
No.

Seriously?

Come on, don't you want
to know what the future holds?

Not really.

Okay, well, I do.

Come on.

The Fool?

That can't be good.

Not bad, not good.

It just is.

Okay.
You have

eternal optimism for romance.

(giggles)

No matter how many times

your heart is broken.

(sighs)
Sounds about right.

And yet,

you have difficulty maintaining

emotional balance
in a relationship.

Okay, two for two.

That's just spooky.

This is because
you seek out unavailable,

immature partners.
Heard that.

Partners with

wandering hearts.

What? I'm mature.

Shall I continue?

(sighs)
Yeah.

What?

What's wrong?

The Death card.

Ooh.

That's mature.

(laughs):
What?

Okay, so, what?

It represents
some sort of an ending

or, uh, metaphorical death?

It represents death.

Esmerelda sense that

death is closing in on you.

So...

I'm... gonna die?

(sighs)

Look, is this some sort
of a joke or something?

Because it's really
not funny.

Death is closing in.

Soon, you will feel his

touch.

Look how beautiful you are.

Such a handsome boy.

(snorts)
Yeah.

How's your girth, huh?

One more.

(grunts):
Okay.

Handsome boy.

Yes, you are.

All right.

(horses snorts)
I think you're good.

Shh, you're okay.

(whinnies)

It's okay.

Aah!
(screams)

I'm Death and I've come

to touch you
with my icy fingers.

You idiot.

Couldn't resist.

Yeah, well, you almost
gave me a heart attack.

It's okay.

Go give him a hard time
out there for me, okay?

Think you're good with it.

♪ ♪

Hyah!
(sighs)

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x04 ♪
Popilikia (Misfortune)
Original Air Date on October 15, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

(distant movement)

(clattering)

Mmm, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Go back to sleep.

There's something downstairs.

No, no, there isn't.
Come back to...

(loud clattering)

What do you think you're doing?

There's somebody downstairs.

Which is why you're gonna
stay up here where it's safe.

Don't be a caveman.

I'm coming with you.

No, you're not.

Then you're coming with me.

Hey, Cath...
hey, listen to me, hey.

Hey, hey, hey,
come here.

(distant movement continues)

Don't move!

Mom?

Hi, honey.

What are you doing?

Uh, making eggs.

No, I mean,
what are you doing here?

Stop playing with your gun
and come have breakfast.

Do you want orange juice?

Good morning,
Lieutenant Rollins.

I, uh,

hope I wasn't
interrupting anything.

I told you
it was safer upstairs.

I was just...
I-I should really...

No, no, no, no, you should
join us, absolutely.

It's no trouble at all.
How do you like your eggs?

How do you like your eggs?

Oh, no, no, you two

want to catch up,

and I really have to run, so...

Briefing at the base.
Aww.

That's too bad.
Another time then?

Absolutely.

Great. See ya.

Okay.

Ooh, I like her.

Okay, Mom?

Mom!

Come on, sit down.
Mom.

Come on.
Mom, I don't want breakfast.

You know,
your security system sucks.

Okay, you know
what, stop. Okay?

What are you doing here?

I never left the island,

but I think
you already knew that.

Yeah, you persuaded WITSEC
to turn the plane around.

I can be very persuasive.

I remember, Mom.
Why'd you do it?

I wanted to come home.

Tired of running.

Okay, where have you been
for the last few weeks?

I just needed some time.

I-I wasn't sure
how you'd take this.

Well, you should've
told me what the plan was.

Sure, sure, you never
would have agreed to it.

No, I probably wouldn't
have agreed to it.

See?
W-what is this?

What are these bags?
You're staying?

Yeah, is that okay with you?

Mom...

What?

Wo Fat is still
out there. Okay?

I don't think this
is the safest place

for you to be right now.

You're worrying too much,
you know that?

(phone ringing)
You should get that.

McGarrett.

Got it.

So what, she breaks into your
house and just starts cooking?

Yeah, pretty much.

That's very strange.

Although, she is a
McGarrett after all.

Why'd she come back?

I don't know, Danny, she
says she's tired of running.

Now she's tired of running,
after all these years?

What happened in the house
with Wo Fat?

(distant siren wailing)

We didn't get that far.

How could you not get that far?

Steve, this is a man who's
been chasing her for 20 years.

She's got a shot to get him
and she doesn't take it?

That doesn't seem weird to you?

All silence.

That's good.

Both of you.

Apple doesn't fall
too far from the tree.

KONO:
Hey, guys.

So, the victim's name
is Billy Keats.

He was the star player
of the Diamond Head Polo Club.

I never knew they had
polo on this island?

Five clubs.

Why, you a polo fan?

Absolutely, it is
the sport of kings.

It fits me, doesn't it?

(laughs)

Diamond Head Club's
owned by Spencer Madsen.

The, uh,
the billionaire mogul guy?

One and the same.

All these stables,
practice fields,

all part of
the Madsen estate.

KONO: Yeah, that's why
Keats was up here.

Hey, there's something
you should know before you...

(groans)
That's the something.

Seriously, I mean,
a headless horseman? Come on.

Yeah, so, about that:
according to the

victim's girlfriend,
Keats rode off

to the practice
field this morning

with his head attached.

About half an hour later, the
horse returned to the stables,

dragging the body,
minus the head.

Just got a
text from Max.

He found the head.

Max.

Oh, gentlemen.

Allow me to introduce you
to Mr. Keats.

Yeah, we just met
the rest of him.

Okay, we got any idea
what did this yet, Max?

Some kind of sword?

That is unlikely.

If you note the precision
of the cut

as well as the fact that
the instrument in question

was wielded high in the air.

High enough, to reach our victim

while he was straddling a horse.

Ah, so what did it?

Well, I believe
I have the answer

if you allow me
to test my hypothesis.

Test, please.

As you can see, the trail of
blood indicates the trajectory

the victim's head took
after being severed.

Working backwards, we can

determine that it
was at this location

where the final
blow was struck.

All right, we got a boot
print right here.

Can we get a cast?

Okay, so, uh, so,
what's your theory, Max?

Aah!

What the hell is that?

This is garroting wire.

The placement of which took into
account the victim's height,

as well as his daily schedule.

Okay, so this is personal.

Whoever strung this wire
and killed Billy Keats,

was trying to make a statement.

Message delivered.

Loud and clear.

I'd really thought
we'd be together forever.

Were you and Billy engaged?

Not exactly.

He wasn't ready
and neither was I.

(laughs)

Maybe I was.

He just needed
some time, you know?

We only knew each
other a few months.

Billy came to play

for the Diamond Head Club
mid-season.

(sighs)

He started on a different team.

The Island Blue Club.

(sniffles)

Nicole Carr,
this is Steve McGarrett

and Danny Williams.
They're both Five-O.

Nicole was Billy's girlfriend.

ALEX:
We're, uh, very

sorry for your loss.

I still can't
believe he's gone.

Just yesterday we were...

The psychic.

She predicted this.

You saw a psychic that predicted
Billy would be decapitated?

She said that I'd
be touched by death

and I thought that she
meant I was gonna die

but she meant Billy.

She meant that I would
be touched by his death.

Okay, when was this?

Yesterday.

In Chinatown.

You think the psychic knew
more than she was saying?

Yeah, well, if she did,
I doubt her intel came

from a crystal ball.

Best case scenario: she is
psychic and she can just

tell us who
murdered Billy Keats.

And where the hell
I put my keys.

I'm sure it's
just a con.

Yeah, but you know what?

Cons are observant,
so she might've noticed

something out of the ordinary.

Uh, like somebody following
them or strange behavior.

All right.

Go ahead and check
out the psychic.

I'm gonna see what
I can dig up on Keats.

(door opens, bell jingles)

Hello.

Come in, come in.

Madame Esmerelda
can feel your bond.

This relationship
is very strong,

and it will yield many children.

Us? No.
No, we, uh...

No, I don't think that
that's gonna ever happen.

No, um, not that you have
any reason to sense this,

but we're not here
for a reading.

Please, sit down.

Uh, we actually would like
to know about a reading

that you gave Billy Keats
and Nicole Carr.

I see many people every day.

I understand, um,
but do you tell all of them

that they're
gonna be touched by death?

Okay, let's...

let's just drop the act.

We both know enough
about interrogation

technique to know that
all you do is manipulate

people into
offering information

about themselves
that you feed back to them.

Esmerelda also knows
a thing or two.

First thing is you can't
force me to talk to you.

That's not what... We don't want
to force you to do anything.

Uh, we are here
for your help.

Uh, Billy Keats was murdered

this morning and we thought
maybe you could use your

gift to help, uh, bring
his killer to justice.

(sighs)

You want Esmerelda

to talk,

you pay for a reading.

How much?

50 bucks.

Pay her.

Why do I have to pay her?

Because you make more money
than I do.

Excuse me. 15,

20, 25, 30,

40, 50.

There you go.

(clears throat)

The boy got a phone call
during the reading.

He didn't answer it,

but, uh, it made
him nervous.

I could see the caller ID.

It was from someone named Al.

That's actually very impressive.

Okay, what else?

After the reading,
the boy stayed back.

He told the girl
he needed to pay, but I knew

he want to ask a question.

I told him

I knew he had secrets.

I told him
he can ask me anything.

And did he?

Yes.

He asked me one question:

"Does he know?"

Does who know what?

The universe hasn't
shared the answer with me.

Whatever it was,

I sense it contributed
to his death.

(doorbell rings)

Morning, Mrs. McGarrett.

Doris, please, call me Doris.

You're Chin Ho Kelly, right?

Yes, ma'am.
Well, come on in.

Thanks.

I've actually seen
you play football.

Really?

Yeah, Steve used
to make me drive him

to your games, so he
could study your footwork.

Ah, you're the one to blame
for him breaking all my records.

Well, I was just the chauffeur.

Well, I hope you don't mind,

but Steve asked me to bring
you by some breakfast.

Oh, how nice.

Except, um, the thing is
I've already made breakfast

and Steve knows that,
so I really hope

you're a better cop
than you are a liar.

Excuse me?
Coco puffs

from Liliha Bakery.

Ah, that is really good work.

I mean, appealing
to my nostalgic side

and everything, well,
I'm sure Steve

told you that I used to bring
these every Sunday morning

to him and his sister.

But if there's one thing

I learned at the CIA

about using a diversionary
technique, it's, um,

avoid the obvious.

They're just coco puffs.

They're still really delicious.

They're even better
with a cup of coffee.

Okay.

You can tell my son that
whether or not he cares

to acknowledge it, I've been
taking care of myself

since before he was born

and I'm actually
pretty damn good at it.

So, you can stay here
and have that cup of coffee,

talk Kukui High football,
if you want that, I'm game.

But if you're here
just to babysit me,

you can leave right now.

But the coco puffs stay with me.

I'll take my coffee black.

Good choice.

DANNY:
I am not saying that Madame

Esmerelda was,
in fact, the real deal.

There are obviously bad
apples in the bunch.

Okay, stop, seriously.

You, Danny Williams,
believe in psychics?

Hey, listen, all I know
is that when I was a cop

back in New Jersey,
there was a lady

and she definitely
had something.

Uh, a gift.

(laughing) A gift.

Don't mock me.
You gonna mock me?

I know what I know, okay?

We were, there was
this girl in Hoboken.

She went missing,
she's seven years old.

We got no evidence.

We got no leads,
we got nothing.

This lady, she comes in.

She lights a candle,

she starts touching
the girl's clothes,

and then out of nowhere,
all of a sudden,

she takes us right to the kid.

It was amazing.

You sure she wasn't in on it?

It... what are you, impugning
my investigative skills?

We-we cleared her obviously.

She had a gift.

Okay, so let
me get this straight,

you do believe in psychics,
but you don't believe in ghosts.

That's correct.

Oh, that makes sense.

Totally.

What can I say?
I'm complicated.

Hey, guys.

So, I pulled
Billy Keats' financials.

Turns out, his former
team was still paying him.

Okay, wait, his
girlfriend said he left

that team a few months ago.
Right.

And not only was
the general manager keeping him

on the payroll, he actually
upped what he was paying him.

DANNY:
Hold on.

Who quits their job
and gets a raise?

Very good question.

The general manager's

a guy named Al

Reingold.
Al. Al!

The, uh, the psychic said

that Billy ignored a call
from a guy named Al

and it made him nervous.

Yeah, well, that would
make sense if Billy

was taking hush money from Al.

Hush money? For what?

Horse doping.

I like it, it's a good theory.

Where did it come from?
All right, since

Billy Keats left Al mid-season
and for a rival team,

I figured that Al wasn't paying
him out of a goodwill gesture.

So, I looked into who else
was on Al's payroll

and I found the name of a

veterinarian from the mainland.

This guy was busted

for supplying racehorse owners

with a performance-enhancing
drug called Demorphin.

So, you think he supplied
Al with the same stuff

for his polo ponies?

Well, I mean, the guy
was based in Nevada.

I don't think he's gonna be
making house calls to Honolulu.

DANNY:
Okay, so, uh, Al,

he gets tired of being extorted,

maybe he decides to wipe
Billy off the books for good.

♪ ♪

(people laughing and chatting)

(bell rings)

(fans cheering)

(yelling and cheering)

Hey, Al Reingold?

Yeah?

What do you got in the bag?

DANNY: Al, we already have you
on the horse doping.

Why don't you just do us all
a favor and cop to the rest?

There isn't anything else.

STEVE:
Why are you lying?

I hate it when suspects lie.
I already gave you an

alibi, man.

I was at that horse auction,
you gotta look into it.

But you have motive.

Plus, we got your
financial records.

Billy Keats was on
to you and you were tired

of paying him off to keep quiet.

Okay, look, B-Billy
found out about the drugs,

but he wasn't gonna rat me out.

He was happy taking
the money.

I didn't kill him, I swear.

DANNY:
We'll see about that.

Kono, we got something?

Yeah, so forensics
came back on the

boot print you
found at the scene.

There was a logo on the sole:
some kind of a crest.

Did you track down the manufacturer?
Yup.

Okay, good, please, tell me that
you can trace it back to Al.

Uh, hate to be a buzzkill,

but the boots were
custom made for Spencer

Madsen's team, not Al's.

The Diamond Head Club.
Right, and

sorry again, Danny,
but Al Reingold's alibi checks.

He was at the horse
auction on Molokai.

He was placing bids all weekend

and only got back
in to Honolulu about an hour

before you guys
tracked him down.

You know, I really, really
wanted Al to spend

the rest of his life in prison.

Son of a bitch almost
got me trampled to death

while a bunch of one percenters
sipped champagne and cheered.

Kono, we gotta
track down everybody

with a pair of those boots.

I worked closely
with the designer on these.

The crest on the
sole was my idea.

My wife has always
been a polo fan.

It's why Spencer bought
the Diamond Head Club.

I still can't believe it,
Billy was such a strong rider.

It's just awful.

How can we help?
We're gonna need

a list of everybody
with a pair of these boots.

AMANDA:
That's a long list.

All the players have
them, of course,

but we also give
them as gifts.

So, there have
to be what, Amanda?

A few hundred pair floating
around the island?

At least.

What about video surveillance?

You must have security.

AMANDA:
Absolutely. There's nothing

up on the practice field, but
there are cameras at every gate.

DANNY: Whoever hung up
that garroting wire

had to have done it after
the team practice last night

and before Billy
rode in this morning,

so something maybe on film?

Yeah, I'd like Officer Kalakaua
to go over that footage.

Of course, I'll call our head of
security and make arrangements.

Great, thank you.

Dad,

what's going on?

I heard Billy was killed
in an accident.

Is it true?

It's true, Jake.

But these folks were just
telling us that it...

it's not an accident.

Jake, these are
investigators from Five-O.

They're looking
into Billy's murder.

Murder?

What happened?

Billy was up on the
practice field and he...

he rode into a garroting wire.

What?

Jake, Billy's been decapitated.

Oh, my God.

KONO: The wire was strung
between the goalposts.

Someone targeted him.

It's not him. Me.

Jake, what are you
talking about?

It was supposed to be me
out there this morning.

Billy and I traded
practice times.

Chin, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be on Doris detail.

(whispering): Your mom saw me coming
a mile away.

Why are we whispering?

Coco puffs?

Really, Steve?

I thought you were

smarter than that
and don't blame Chin.

I forced him
to bring me down here.

She's very persuasive.

I know.

What do I have to do to get
you to listen to reason?

If by reason, you mean you're
going to stop treating me

like a child, then, nothing.
I'm all ears.

Mom.
No, Steve, seriously.

What's your long-term plan?

You gonna drag me to work
with you every day?

She has a point there.

STEVE:
My office, now.

You got a better plan?

Yeah, my plan is
to go home, alone,

unpack and settle in, okay?

I just want to live
my life, all right?

I just want to, I want to find
a place of my own

and get on with things.

You think Wo Fat's just
gonna let that happen?

You don't even know if he's
still on the island, Steve.

And I told you,
I am done running.

I am done.

Okay?

He comes after me again,
I'll handle it.

Really, Mom?
Yeah.

I can handle it, Steve.

I've already given him
too much of my life.

(sighs)

Okay.

Okay.
All right.

I'll have Chin
give you a ride home.

Chin's working.
I'll grab a cab.

Later, Chin.

Latahs.

(sighs)

She tell you why
she let Wo Fat go?

No, not yet.

What do you got?
Some info

on Jake Madsen
that might help us

figure out who'd want him dead.

Turns out Jake was
kidnapped ten years ago.

It was actually a big case
at the time.

HPD worked it
along with the FBI.

He was abducted
outside of his school,

and the kidnappers held
him for almost two weeks.

They cut off his finger and mailed it
back to his parents

as proof of life along with
a ransom demand of $20 million.

Did the Madsens make the trade?

Didn't have the chance.
Jake actually escaped

before the ransom
was paid.

Brave kid.
Yeah.

And after the kidnappers
were arrested,

it was Jake's testimony
that convicted them.

Well, life must've been hard
for him after that--

always looking
over his shoulder to see

if somebody else was coming for him.
Not to mention

he was marked
for life.

That's a lot
for a kid

to grow up with.

Sad case.

What about the kidnappers, Chin?

Let's find out.

All right, looks like one of 'em
died in prison,

and the other one,
Randy Thorpe,

was released from Halawa
a couple of months ago.

And get this,

he went AWOL from his
halfway house two days ago.

(line ringing)

What's up, boss?
Kono, where are you?

Leaving the Madsen estate.
The field trip was a bust.

Didn't get anything
from the surveillance footage.

STEVE:
Okay, Kono, listen,

I need you to turn around
and go back

to that house immediately.

Boss, what's going on?

STEVE: I need you to put Jake
Madsen in protective custody

right away. One of his former
kidnappers is on the loose,

and it looks like
he's out for revenge.

(engine revving)

(tires screech)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Amanda was right there
by the blast.

She's in critical condition.
What about Jake?

He was conscious when
the paramedics took him.

He should be released
pretty quick.

And what kind of protection
does he have?

Oh, I sent three
unis with him.

Danny, track down
that kidnapper, Randy Thorpe.

He struck out twice. Last thing
we need is another attempt.

All right.

What do you got, Fong?
Won't know for sure

until I get back to the lab,
but we found three cell phones

on scene. The first two
belong to Amanda and Jake.

And you're thinking
the third was a trigger?

That's the theory.

All right, what about
the explosive device?

I've got fragments, but it might take
some time to get these analyzed.

Do you mind? I think I might
know somebody who can help.

Thanks.

STEVE:
Aloha.

Hey.

How you doing?
Good.

How's everything going with your mom?
You know,

Doris is being Doris--
stubborn.

Yeah, reminds me of
somebody I know.

Ooh. Low blow.

I don't know,
but something tells me

that you didn't ask me here
to talk about your mom.

What is that supposed to mean?
It means,

well, let's see, it's, uh,
too early for dinner

and it's too late
for lunch,

so you must have
a favor to ask me.

Go ahead, deny it
to my face. Deny it.

(laughing): Okay.
(laughing): I knew it.

Listen. Seriously,
this is important.

Um, I need to know what kind
of explosive device this is,

and I don't have time to wait
for the lab to turn it around.

Yeah, I can probably have
someone take a look at it, but, um...

it's gonna cost you.

Okay, I knew that was coming.
Mm-hmm?

Okay, so, see that truck right there?
Yeah.

You can order anything
you want from that truck.

No.

(phone ringing) Anything.
Really?

Yeah, like,
sky's the limit.

Wow. Thank you, sugar daddy.
Uh-huh.

You got it. Can you hold that
thought for a second? Danny.

Got a hit on our suspect
Randy Thorpe's credit card.

He just used it to check in
to the Paradise Motel,

which, by the way, looks nothing
at all like paradise.

Why? You got eyes on the place?
Yeah. As we speak.

All right, good. I'm on my way.

Oh, oh.
Mm-hmm.

You're welcome.

STEVE: Hey! Five-O!
Don't move!

DANNY:
No, no! I don't...

...think that
that is a good idea.

Why do I bother?

(grunts)

(horn honks)

(tires screech, horn honks)

DANNY: Steve, where you going?
He's over here.

(grunts)

(grunting)

Hey.

Can I get a hand here?

Not one of mine,
you can't.

Hey.

He's riding back
in your car, okay?

You know that water's
polluted, don't you?

Hey. If I'd jumped in, you'd be
giving two tetanus shots, okay?

Why do we both
have to suffer?

Oh, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

Can you please just put it
in your arm like a normal human?

You know what? You're such
a girl, you know that?

Just turn around or something.
Cover your eyes.

You can insult me all you like,
but I am not the one

who took a header in
the Ala Wai Canal. That was you.

Hey, how you going
downstairs with Randy?

The "good cop" routine
is not working.

Really?

"Bad cop" it is.

I don't got to talk to you.

Shut up.

The game is...

you get to guess
what I think about people

who cut fingers
off little kids, you...

DANNY: He thinks that
really bad things

just happen to
them, and I agree,

so if something bad
should happen in here,

I'm gonna be forced
to say that you got crazy

and had to be subdued.

You can't do that.

(gasps)

Okay. Look...

I planted a bomb for 50 grand.

DANNY:
What do you mean?

What do you mean "planted"?
Somebody hired you? Who?

I don't know.

I swear.

Whole thing was arranged
online-- e-mails.

I got 50 grand wired
into my account.

Fact is...

I'd have done it for free

just to get back
at that little creep.

DANNY:
Little creep?

Th-The child...

the child that you abducted
and mutilated? He's sick.

All these years, only thing I wished
I did different was kill him,

instead of just cutting
off his finger.

Book him, Danno.

Attempted murder.

(hollow tapping)

(clicks)

STEVE: Wow, I'm impressed
by the turnaround.

What can I say,
I aim to please.

I owe you.
Yes, you do.

So, the device was made of
Composition C-4 plastic explosive.

It's not terribly
sophisticated.

Sophisticated
enough to kill.

KONO: Our kidnapper
Randy's story

checks out. I got e-mails
and a wire transfer.

CHIN: Still don't know who
hired him to plant the bomb, though.

Okay. Uh, Catherine has
something she wants us to see.

This is a forensic recreation
of the point of detonation

and the blast trajectory.

Wait a minute,
according to that,

the device was planted
in the passenger-side door.

So, what, Randy screwed up?
No, in the e-mails

he was specifically instructed
to put it there.

That doesn't make any sense.
Well, it does

if Amanda Madsen was
the target instead of her son.

Why would... she be the target?
Who would want her dead?

Thanks to Fong,

we may have the answer
to that question.

Turns out the third cell phone
he found at the scene

wasn't a trigger device
after all.

It was a burner phone, and
it belonged to Amanda Madsen.

There was only
one phone number

programmed into it, and, uh,
the texting back and forth was,

shall we say, intimate.

Amanda Madsen was having
an affair with who?

That's the kicker.

She was having
an affair

with the headless horseman?

Looks like it.

Okay, well, this changes
pretty much everything.

Uh, the two people
with motive in this now

are Billy's girlfriend
and Amanda's husband.

Figure out who knew about the
affair, we find the killer.

According to the hospital,
Amanda Madsen's

in stable condition
and taking visitors.

Call ahead to the hospital,
have them put a uni on the door.

DANNY:
Steve, something's wrong.

DANNY:
That's Amanda's room.

That's Amanda's room.

(monitor flatlining)

STEVE:
She's dead.

Kono just said she was stable.

She was.

She's got
petechial hemorrhaging.

Somebody suffocated her.

That makes no sense.

Thank you though.

Danny, what do you got?

Got bad news.

Visitors are not required
to check in

here at the nurses' station,

and the uni obviously
didn't make it to the room

before the code blue.

Okay, stop right there.

Go back.

(typing)

You got a camera
at the end of the hall?

Zoom in--
camera two.

Rewind.

Freeze right there.

Freeze on that.

That's not Spencer; that's Jake.

He didn't stay long.

Long enough to kill his mother.

I know about my wife.

The hospital called.

Did you know that your
son smothered her?

We need to
talk to Jake.

Mr. Madsen, where is he?

It wasn't Jake.
Yes, it was.

We saw him at the hospital,
he was caught on camera.

This is all my fault.

He was so angry.

What are you
talking about?

Angry about what, the affair?
Yeah.

No.

About my reaction to it.

You knew
that Billy Keats

was having an affair
with your wife?

I knew.

I loved Amanda, but she hadn't
loved me for a very long time

if she ever did.

Jake was upset...

...that I didn't do anything
about the affair.

He thought I was weak
like when he was a boy.

What, what are you
talking about?

(sighs)

The kidnapping.

We know about
the kidnapping.

No, you don't--
you think you do.

Even the FBI
didn't know.

They thought
the first demand

for ransom came after those
monsters sent proof of life,

but it didn't.

The first demand came
the day after

Jake was abducted.

They wanted $20 million.

I wanted to pay it,
Amanda convinced me not to.

Your wife didn't want to pay
to get her son back?

She said, if we gave in
to their demands,

we'd all be sitting ducks
for the rest of our lives.

So you didn't
pay the ransom,

and they cut his finger off.

Did Jake know about this?

The kidnappers
told him.

He was only ten years old.

We were supposed to...
protect him,

but he knew that I...

couldn't stand up to his mother,
and he knew she was

incapable of
putting him first.

So he took care of himself.

Right?

He got away,

he testified against
the men who took him.

He was only ten years old.

When he found out about the
affair, he asked me to...

...divorce Amanda,
and I told him I wouldn't.

You have to understand.

He was so angry.

You have to
understand

that you cannot protect him
anymore,

and he killed two people.

It's all my fault.

Jake.

Five-O.

We need to talk to you.

DANNY:
Come on down.

Yah!
Oh.

(Jake grunts, horse neighs)

Jake Madsen,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Billy Keats

and Amanda Madsen.

(handcuffs clicking)
Get up.

My dad told you I was out here,
didn't he?

He didn't want to, Jake.

But he did.

He knows everything?

Yeah, he knows
and he blames himself.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Whoa, that's
twice in one day.

You're getting to be
a regular regular.

What can I say?
This stuff is addictive.

Mm-hmm.

Beauty and brains.

Where have you been
all of my life?

(Chin laughing)
Aw.

Okay, what's wrong?

What do you mean, what's wrong?
Something's bothering you.

Right?
I could always tell.

You could always tell
is a long time ago.

I know, but...
Wouldn't you say, Mom?

Yeah, but am I wrong?

No, you're not.

No, I need to ask
you a question.

Please, anything.

I'm, I'm done
keeping secrets.

Okay, well,
that's good

'cause I read the ballistics
report from the safe house

the day Wo Fat escaped.

Okay, what about it?

You fired your weapon
three times into the floor.

You let
Wo Fat escape.

I want to know why.
It just happened.

Okay?

Wo Fat surprised me,
he lunged at me,

we struggled for the gun,
and it discharged.

You know, I...
I wasn't aiming.

The next thing
I knew,

he heard Catherine
coming up the stairs

and he was out the window
before I could fire again.

What else do you
want to know?

No, I mean, that was it.

Are you sure?

(laughing):
Yeah.

That's it?

That's it.
Okay.

So... we okay?

Yeah, we're okay,
Mom, we're good.

Okay.
You hungry?

I'm starving.
Come on.

Why don't you go ahead?

I'll catch up.

Get a couple beers?

DORIS:
Hey, guys.

Hey. Aloha.
So, what do you recommend?

Garlic shrimp--
only way to go.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just, I
just asked Doris

about letting
Wo Fat escape.

And?

She explained
everything.

Uh, there was a struggle,
he overpowered her.

The shots were wild.

Shots were wild.

Uh, do you believe her?

♪ ♪

No.

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