All language subtitles for Hawaii Five 0 - 2x18 - 1818

*

What's up, Honolulu?

Let's light this candle.

Hey, folks, welcome
to the Bobby Raines show.

I am the aforementioned
Bobby Raines,

as most of you know,

just a note, if you're gonna
send me fan mail,

don't put your name
on the front in crayon

'cause I'm not opening it.

That's all I need to do

is find some rabbit pellets in
there, and I got hantavirus.

Thank you.

Five miles offshore today
on the Snark Ark

'cause I'm not going onshore.

I refuse to do it.

I cannot go
into the city anymore.

I'm sorry.

The kids in that Occupy
movement driving me

absolutely crazy when I go by.

To me, it appears
to break down

into two main groups,
Uncle Fester.

You got the wide-eyed
stoner kid

who's hitting the gecko bong
more frequently

than one of Bob Marley's kids
at a Phish concert

or else you have the disaffected
rich kid who's gonna show my dad

that I'm not part
of the whole machine.

And you walk in his shoes.

You walk in his shoes.

I've just had enough.

So what are you trying
to say, Bobby?

it's over.

It's time to Zamboni
off the loser ice

and get these kids out of there.

One man saving the world

as we know it
is another man's vagrancy.

And at this point, I only see
you as squatters who apparently

don't know squat, all right?

We've had enough of it, kids.

Time to go home now.

Get back in the basement, okay?

And, you know,
they always hit me

with "Well, you don't have
any compassion

for the common man."

Wow, you kidding me?

I want to help the helpless.

I don't want to help
the clueless.

And you have officially
lapsed over

into clueless, my friend.

Listen, you're looking
back on times

that weren't even hip
when they were hip.

Woodstock was a mud hole
with no cell coverage.

All right, my man?

You're a dreamer.
You are a rebel

without a clue.

And I'm sorry

to blow your mind,
little silver surfer.

But guess what?

It's a time in history

when your mind
deserves to be blown.

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

* Hawaii Five-O 2x18 *
Lekio (Radio)
Original Air Date on February 27, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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Come on, monkey!
Come on down!

All right, you're splashing.

Grace, I'm waiting here!
Come on!

Don't wave. Come on!

So what'd you do?

You made a new
friend today?

No, that was Dylan
from school.

His mom works here.

Dylan, huh?

Yeah, he's
the funniest boy in school.

I bet he's a
regular Chris Rock.

Who?

All right, listen
to me, all right?

I'm gonna tell you something,
I want you to pay attention.

I've told you before

you gotta be careful
around boys, understand?

Danno...

No, no, no,
listen.

You can't trust all boys.
You just can't.

They, uh, they have, uh...

What?

They have motives.

They got motives.

Now, listen, I don't want
to scare you

and make you think
that all boys are evil, okay?

But this kid...
He's just a friend.

He's evil, all right?
I said it. He's evil.

All right?
Understand me?

That boy's not good.

Nod your head if you understand.

I love you.
Come on.

Hey, didn't you go to the pool
at the Hilton today?

Yeah, I did, yeah. And Grace loved it.
Good.

Maybe a little bit
too much.

You want to talk
about it?

No, I don't want
to talk about it.

What's, uh, what's
with all the rubberneckers?

Our vic, Bobby Raines.

The radio guy?

Yeah.

Oh, man.

You know this guy?

Yeah, man, Raines...
he was a comedic genius.

He used to have a show
back in New York.

I used to listen to it
all the time.

I'm sorry, man.

What do we know?

All right, so S.I.S. is still
processing, but it's looking

like some type
of an explosion.

Like an equipment
malfunction?

More like a bomb.

What about his family?
They been notified?

He's divorced.
He's got a daughter.

Used to talk about her
all the time.

Yeah, Chin's tracking
her down now.

She definitely doesn't
need to see this, so please

keep her away from here, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

This charge was directional.

They used low explosive.

It was not
a mass detonation device.

This charge was meant

to kill whoever was
sitting in front of it.

A directional hit
would be consistent

with the injuries.

Our victim sustained
massive hemorrhaging

and lacerations
to the chest cavity and head.

He died instantly.

Who was in this room, Max?

His producer.

He was hit by
the backblast, wasn't he?

That is correct.

But his injuries were minor

due to the fact he was not
in the broadcast booth.

We should go find him.

You're extremely lucky
you weren't in that booth

when that bomb went off.

It came close.

I was headed in there
on the next commercial.

I can't believe Bobby's dead.

I'm sorry, man.

Listen, besides you,

who else had access
to that soundboard?

No one.

We were a two-man
operation.

I produced;
Bobby was the voice.

Okay. Anybody else
you could think of

have access to the yacht?

Here when we're docked?

Me, Bobby,
yacht club security.

Nobody got in or out
without a keycard.

Miles, can you think
of anybody

who'd want to do something
like this?

Look, Bobby completely rewrote
the rule book

on what you could do in radio.

And he'd speak his mind.
Some people didn't like it.

I thought he came here
to retire.

Yeah, he did,

but a guy like Raines,

he's only happy
when he's behind the mike.

He had all the money
in the world,

but he missed his acolytes.

Acolytes?

That's what he called his fans.

Okay, so let me get
this straight.

Bobby gets tired
of living the good life,

he picks up the mike and starts
his show back up, right?

Yeah. It was
a total pirate operation.

Bobby... he buys up the signal;
we air when we want to.

And our ratings...
they were sky-high.

I mean, we were smoking
the competition with static.

With static?

Yeah. He didn't keep
a regular schedule,

so his die-hard fans...
they'd keep their dials tuned in

to Raines' station
so they wouldn't miss him.

It's gone! It's gone!
Wait.

Breathe. What are you
talking about?

Raines' body... it's gone!

What do you mean, it's gone?

Somebody stole
my van

with the body in it!

Okay, first of all,
please slow down, okay?

We don't even know
which way they went.

This road is the only way
out of the marina.

Easy, please!

Easy, Speed Racer, huh?

Actually, this vehicle
was engineered

to be driven in this manner.

Would you stop it?
You're not helping!

Commander, I am personally
responsible for that body,

so hammer down if you will.

Kono, this is not a good time.

You're interrupting
vehicular manslaughter.

You're chasing the morgue van,right?
How'd you know that?

A couple of Raines' fans
took the body.

They're live-tweeting everything, and
I'm tracking them through their phones.

Okay, finally, the Internet
is good for something.

Where are these idiots?

Get over to Aloha Tower.

You'll be able
to cut 'em off there.

There it is!

Hey, hands on the wheel!
On the wheel!

Hey, you, you,
get out of the car.

Hands behind your head.

Interlock your fingers.
Hands behind your back.

Interlock your fingers.
Against the hood.

Against the hood here.

The body's still here!
He's okay!

You mean, aside
from the fact

that he's dead,
right, Max?

Okay, so let me get
this straight:

you guys stole the body

'cause you're big Bobby Raines
fans, is that right?

Not fans.

Acolytes, dude.

"Dude"?

Yeah.
Sir.

So where exactly were you
planning on taking this body?

We were gonna fly him
to the big island...

...and toss him
in the Kilauea volcano.

Wait a minute. You were gonna
fly him commercially?

Kind of Weekend
at Bernie's style?

Okay, well, that is
without question

the stupidest thing I have
ever heard in my entire life.

I second that.

Get these guys out of here.

Tell me, Brandi.

Did your father get
any threats recently?

No. I mean, there were always
the crazy acolytes,

people who hated what he said,

but we grew up like that.

You get used to it.

Could he have been worried
about something at work?

He never talked about work
when we were together.

How was his relationship
with his producer Miles Rogers?

They were like brothers.

Moved here
from New York together.

All right.

So no change in your father's
routine or behavior recently?

Tell him about the gun.

A gun?

About a month ago

my father took me with him
to buy a gun.

Did he say
what he was worried about?

No, I just remember
it being odd

'cause my father was
anti-gun his whole life.

He got one
for Brandi, too.

He said he wanted me to be able
to protect myself.

And he never said why?

Do you think he knew
someone was trying to kill him?

That's what
we're gonna find out.

All right, good.

See you back at the shop.

All right, so get this.

Turns out that Raines was
getting a little jumpy recently,

was gearing up for bear,

got himself a gun
and one for his daughter.

Did Chin say
there was a threat?

Uh, the daughter didn't know
of anything specific.

So, what, he just runs out
and joins the NRA?

Well, maybe he's just
a worried father looking out

for his helpless, defenseless,
and very innocent little girl.

Listen,
don't give me a look.

Okay, I would be
very content knowing

that Grace had a stun gun
in her back pocket at all times.

There are very many
unsavory characters

roaming around this rock.

Why don't you tell me what
happened at the Hilton today?

Nothing happened
at the Hilton.

'Cause you seem upset to me.

You became a shrink
all of a sudden?

Yeah, and you can take
a seat in the back there,

uh, if you'd be more
comfortable lying down.

Or you can stay
where you're sitting

and tell me what happened,
because either way,

I'm gonna keep asking you,
so it's up to you.

Okay, Sigmund, you want
to know what's bothering me?

It's your hour.

Okay, I'll tell you.

Today by the pool,

there was this very,
very creepy, creepy child.

Okay.

I mean, real, real malcontent.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, and-and you should
have seen Grace.

I mean, she's giggling
like a schoolgirl

every time
this kid opens his mouth.

Uh, Grace is a schoolgirl.

And this guy's
a stalker, okay?

He's a stalker.
He fits the profile.

Profile?
Called her five times in three days.

How do you know that?
Because I dumped her phone.

You dumped your
kid's phone?

Yes.
And the stalker is... ten? Is he?

What, ten years old?

Ted Bundy was ten once.

Yes, he was, Danny.

Yes, he was.

Fong took apart the soundboard.

The wiring
for the IEDs

was connected
to the sound effects button

marked "Boom,"

and they were hidden here

and here in these two
speaker boxes.

S.I.S. lifted

some prints off the soundboard.
Most of them

belonged to Raines
and his producer,

but there were a couple
of foreign ones

we ran through the system.

All right, good.
We get any hits?

Yeah. They came back
to Tony Archer, ex-NYPD

Homicide.
Spent 30 years

as the lead investigator,
90% conviction rate.

According to the press
back in the day,

he wrote the book
on interrogation techniques.

What's he doing on our island?

He retired to Oahu
four years ago.

Six months after landing,

he pulls a P.I. license.

Check this out.

Back when he was on the job,

NYPD got hit

by a corruption scandal.

Wait a minute.
I remember this.

Raines used to talk about this.

He went hard

at the NYPD
on the radio every morning.

He was relentless.

Were there ever charges
filed against Archer?

No.

He was clean, but the guys that
were dirty were friends of his.

Well, maybe Archer was harboring
a grudge against Raines.

He certainly had the know-how.
Says here

he did a stint
on the bomb squad.

We have an address on this guy?
No, but he has a slip

registered in his name
at the South Shore Sailing Club.

Hey.

Don't move!
Who are you?

Five-O.
Five what?

Put your weapon down
right now.

You're trespassing.
Put your weapon down!

Maritime law says that I can
shoot your ass off right now.

There is no such law.
What are you talking about?

What if I blow it off anyway?

How about you put
the gun down right now?

Last time I'm gonna tell you.

Listen, tough guy,

I want a little I.D.
first, all right?

My name is Commander
Steve McGarrett.

The badge on my vest is
the only I.D. you're gonna get.

I didn't bring my glasses,

so you want to step
a little closer to me?

Oh, yeah? Why don't
you come over here?

I just finished saying that,
McGruff, didn't I?

McGarrett.
Two "Rs," two "Ts."

McGarrett.
Whatever.

I hope you'll find it in
your heart to forgive me.

Listen. Whoa.
Just listen.

I see no reason for one
of us to get shot here.

We don't have to do this.

What we should do
is maybe, uh,

put our little peashooters
down at the same time.

Oh, yeah, how's that done?
Well, uh,

you count... one, two, three.

On the count of three,
we put our guns down, huh?

You got it.

You want me to start?

That would be nice.

All right.
All right.

One.

You're doing good.
Keep going.

Two.

Three.

Learned a big lesson,
didn't you, pal?

Like you learned a big lesson,
too, old man, huh?

Look, are these
bracelets necessary?

I know you guys ran me.
You know I'm a cop.

Oh, you're an ex-cop.

So do me a favor.
Zip it.

We found your prints
all over Raines' boat.

Well, of course you did.

You found plenty of 'em, too,
didn't you, Muscles?

Muscles?

That's nice.

Uh, it's Detective
Danny Williams.

The reason you found those
prints on the boat, Detective,

is because Bobby
was my best pal.

I mean, I'm his daughter's
godfather.

I had a beer with him
at least once a week,

every week on that boat.

Oh, and speaking of the,
um, aforementioned,

there's one sitting
over there.

Would you mind
fetching that for me?

You guys talk

telepathically?
Because I don't hear an answer.

Please.

What the hell's your name again?

Still Detective Danny Williams.

Well, Danny,
you're a big hump, okay?

A hump.
Okay.

All right, listen.

Let's go back.
How did you know Raines?

From back in New York?

Yeah. I did some work

for him in New York, and I did
a little work for him here.

So, what kind of work?

Uh, work work.

Like, uh... you know,
after you retire work.

A little of this,
a little of that.

Okay, pretend I'm an idiot.

Okay.

Uh,

security.

I did a little security work.

I mean, Bobby was a...
a nut job magnet, right?

So... security.

Okay, I-I just...
I don't know if it's me.

I find it to be
a very big coincidence

that you used to work bomb squad

and now this guy's dead,
and he was killed by a bomb.

Coincidence?
Mm-hmm.

You got me there, Hairdo.

You got me there.

So let me tell you the story.

Here's how it goes.

I moved out here pretending
I was going to retire,

but because I was a good cop,

I knew that this guy, too,
would move out here someday.

So, one night,
I paddle out to his yacht,

and, because I know how,
I plant

this very sophisticated bomb.

Then I leave my prints
all over the boat

just to confuse you guys.

I'm telling you,
this was a perfect crime.

My luck I had to run
into you two Sherlocks.

I mean, that is some amazing,
amazing police work.

That was... that was great.

That was very entertaining.

He's wasting our time.

Lock him up.

Okay.

What is that?

What is what?
There it is again.

What's the sound?
Well, I-I don't...

I don't hear nothing.
There's a sound!

Well, I mean,
it's a very old boat.

It's creaky, probably.

Watch him.

Yeah, yeah.

Danny.
Mmm.

Nice.

Danny, get him
over here.

Sit down.

You want to explain this?
Bait.

No, try again.

Guy's my suspect.

Suspect? No, you
don't get a suspect.

- What do you mean?
- He's crazy! Keep him away from me!

Hey, you've been

in a chum box, pal.
Nobody's going

to go near you...
believe me.

Stop talking.

Who are you?

Len Marks.

I... did I just
say stop talking?

I asked him.

Who are you?

Leonard Marks.

I'm a security guard
at the yacht club.

Yeah, now, tell my boys here

why you didn't show up
for work last night,

and why you
left your post

and allowed someone to kill
my best friend. Tell them.

Huh?

I met a girl.

You were supposed
to be on the job,

you bum, you rent-a-cop
piece of garbage, you.

Okay, okay,
okay, okay.

You took off work
'cause you met a girl.

I met her at the Slippah's Bar
the night before.

Okay, so what'd you do?
You called in sick?

No. He didn't even do that.
The guy just didn't show up.

- That's what he did.
- All right.

All right, all right.
When you did show up,

did you notice anybody
hanging around Raines's yacht?

Anybody scouting it
out, acting weird?

Anything?
Yeah.

His acolytes were always trying
to get a piece of him...

photos, autographs, anything.

That's it.
Now we're talking, buddy.

Whoa.

What? What
are you doing?

What the hell
are you doing, man?

Get out of here.
The guy's a suspect.

He's supposed to be
in jail. Hey.

Get... get off...
Would you stop?

The guy belongs in jail, all right?
Okay. All right.

So we'll save him a place
right next to you...

the bunk right
on top, okay?

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, go ahead.
You got shoes?

I'm in Hawaii. What the hell
do I need shoes for?

You're going to jail. You got
to have shoes to go to jail.

Oh, so now you're concerned
about my health and hygiene?

That's very nice.
That's very sweet.

You want to fetch them?

They're right over there.

Fetch.

You ready?
Yeah.

Let's go.

This is frigging
stupid!

Hey, Max.

So you said you have something.

Yes.

During my examination,
I used a sticky disc

and an X-ray
fluorescence detector

to scan the body
for trace.

I found potassium
nitrate, carbon,

sulfur, barium,
and copper

both in the wounds
and on the torso.

So is that
good or bad?

It's perplexing.
How so?

Well, the first three
components make gunpowder,

common in bomb victims.

However, the latter two
are utilized

to create the colors
green and blue,

respectively.

Colors. Okay.

You've lost me, Max.

I found thin paper
inside Raines' wounds.

I sent it over to the lab
for analysis,

and they determined
it was nosing paper.

Oh, like the kind you use
to make firecrackers?

Well, not exactly.

The bomb used to kill
your victim was manufactured

using repurposed
commercial-grade fireworks,

the kind you would
typically find in a July Fourth

or Chinese New Year's
celebration.

I imagine it was
a rather crude weapon.

But very effective.

Chin and Kono have got

a list of importers
and permit holders

for professional-
grade fireworks.

Okay, I got them
chasing them down now.

- Okay.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Hold it. Hold it.
Hold it. Hold it.

J-Just let me get this
straight here, Magoo.

You now have your
crack task force team

running around, asking guys if
they illegally sold fireworks

to some wacko that wants
to blow up Raines?

That's good

because I literally
can see them

lining up
to confess down there.

And I bow to your prowess
as a detective.

Please, shut up. All right?

What we do after we drop
your sorry ass off in jail

is our business, you understand?

Listen, just, please,
Dick Tracy, stop.

Because you and I both know

this is a complete
waste of time.

You know it.

Got a better idea?
Yes.

Yes, I have.

I always have a better idea.

Give me the phone.

Why?

I want to schedule
a pedicure.

I know a guy.
Give me the phone.

Oh, well, he knows a guy.
That's very promising.

Give me the phone.

There you go.

Hey, yo!

Hold on a minute.
This is your guy?

That's my guy.

That's our guy.

Easy, gentlemen.

Plenty of me to go around.

Hey.
What's up, T?

What's up with
the jewelry?

They run you down
for the cash you owe me

on the card game
last week?

Cash? Cards?

What are you talking about, man?

You know there's no gambling
on this island.

It's illegal, right, officers?

So how can I be
of service

to my community?
Well, I'll tell you.

Okay, you remember that big
mortar firework you got me

for New Year's Eve
a couple years ago?

Of course I do.

HPD wasn't too happy when you
launched it off of Magic Island.

Oh, true that.

Well, um, we need to know

where you bought it.

At the fireworks store,
where else?

It's the only place they sell
that heavy-duty stuff.

Oh, good. You can take
us there, right?

Can, can.

But I ain't walking in there.

That'll damage my future
firework-acquiring skills.

All right.

It's two blocks down.
Let's roll.

All right, come on.
Okay.

Hold it.

Listen, since we're trying
to work together,

maybe you could consider
taking these things off.

Maybe you can consider
putting your shoes on.

Don't need shoes.

Stop. Don't enable him.

I want to help you, gentlemen,

but I'm just
the humble owner of a tiny

produce market.

Just, uh, produce, huh?

Look at that.
Whoa!

Okay, oh, what
do we got?

What do we got here?

- Wow.
- Yeah.

These kind
of look like

fireworks to me.

Let me tell you something
about this, okay?

I don't care about this.

I want the aerial mortars.

The large aerial mortars,

you understand me?
Sell any of those?

Look, I sell mortars
for New Year's.

This guy comes in,
he wants big ones.

I had to call China
for that.

Okay, what's
this guy's name?

I didn't ask.

What'd he look like?

Haole.

Dark hair.

About your height.

That's all I remember.

Okay, book him, Muscles.

I like this guy.

Come on. Turn around.

No, no, wait, wait.

I remember a truck.

I brought the fireworks to
a farm truck, and he drove away.

Wait, farm truck?

Y-You sure about the farm truck?

Yeah. I only remember

because it had a big picture
of a lettuce on it.

What?

Um, we, uh, we got to go
back to the boat.

Come on. We got to go back.
Back to the boat?

Okay, so what are
we doing here?

Bobby had this pet charity, uh,

Hale Ku'oko'a...

House of Freedom...
for runaway kids.

Hold on a second.

I heard about
the charity.

They put the kids up
and give them legal help

to emancipate themselves, right?
That's right.

Raines was involved in that?
Oh, yeah, big-time.

Why? What's so special
about this charity?

I guess when Bobby was a kid,
his dad was

a piece of work.

Used to knock him
around with

whatever the hell
he had in his hand.

And, uh, well, anyway,
it was bad.

So, one day,
he ran away,

never looked back.
Made something of himself.

And, uh, I guess he wants
to get back to the kids.

It's here...
Here you go.

Here you go.
Here you go.

There's your head of lettuce
right there.

Let me see that.

Why'd you take
this picture anyway?

Uh, I guess somebody's parents,

they thought that Raines
was, you know,

getting in the middle of
some of their family business.

They didn't like it.

So they got together
and they wanted to protest.

Me, I wanted to take pictures,

just in case, you know,
they crossed that line again.

What are you talking about?

Well, some of these
runaway charities...

they've been vandalized.

Just, you know, property damage

kind of crap.
Well, right,

until now.

Is that why Raines
bought the gun?

No.

That would be me.

I told him
he should be strapped,

in case something happened.

Guess it did him
a lot of good, right?

Come on,
you didn't know

that these whack jobs
were gonna go out

and make bombs
out of fireworks.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Look, all right.

Let's put a name to this face
and find our killer.

Doug Leland.

Tax records show
that he works at Taka's Farm

on the North Shore,
but when we reached out to them,

they said he hadn't
been there in days.

Is something wrong?

Uh, this is a computer.

Wow, that's pretty good,
Detective.

I'm Kono, by the way.

Uh, Anthony.

Pleasure to meet you.
Pleasure.

I hope to enhance that feeling
as time goes on.

All right,

do we know where Leland lives?

Uh, yeah.

We got a home address,
but it's bogus.

It's not even a
residential building.

See, uh...

I don't know.

What don't you know?
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that this guy
didn't do it.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Care to elaborate?

Yeah, um... Leland's a coward.

See, when HPD
rolled up,

the protestors he was with,

they all linked arms
and sat down.

But not this guy; he just ran.

Yeah, he ran because he had
something to hide. Makes sense.

Well, you see a suspect,
I see a coward.

This afternoon, you couldn't see
anything without your glasses.

Hey, check this out.

According to this,

Leland worked demolitions

for five years

at a mine in Colorado.
That means he knew explosives.

Do you still think
that he didn't do it?

I'm-I'm just saying,

there's something about it
don't feel right.

But he has motive;
he has means,

which means he's a suspect,
so we will check him out.

In the meantime, what do we
got on his known associates?

Well, HPD has
Field Interview Cards

on the protestors
associated with Leland,

and most of them
live or work off-island;

couple of them are in jail,
except one:

Karen Whitfield.

Let's go talk to her,
see what she knows.

What do I do with him?

Tony.
Hmm?

It's been a pleasure, and
you're free to go, all right?

Go? Go?
W-Where am I going?

What, am I gonna go
to the beach, have a mai tai?

There's some guy
running around there

that killed a friend of mine.

I don't think so, pal.
I don't think so.

You got no choice.
Look, you don't know me.

I don't know you.

But I knew Bobby.

And I owe him.

I owe more than one.

So I'm asking you, please,

please let me help you
with this one.

Doug told me he was
losing his son due to

the emancipation program
Raines supported.

Uh, the Hale Ku'oko'a House?

That's right.

And I didn't think
it was right.

Some radio guy getting in
the middle of family problems?

Doug was trying to work things
out with his son.

Want to sit?

Okay.

No, no, thanks.

I'll stand.

I got, uh, two new knees
a couple years ago...

warranty expired.

So how do you know Leland?

I met him
at one of the protests.

Do you have children?

When I was 12 years old,
I broke my arm.

And that was right after
I'd just gotten stitches

after falling off my bike.

One of my teachers thought
I was being abused by my father

and tried to put
me in a home.

And when I tried
to tell them the truth,

they just thought
I was scared and lying.

It took two years for everything
to get back to normal.

But if I had been taken away,

my life and my father's
would have been ruined.

So, when I heard Leland's story,
I wanted to do something.

And because I'm a paralegal,
I was able to help

with some forms to fight
the emancipation.

But...

But, um...
that never happened, did it?

No.

So you just stopped
helping him.

Just stopped. Why?

Look, Karen, um...

I lost a very...

very, very dear friend of mine;
he got murdered.

And, uh,

I just think
Leland might know something.

I was with Doug one day,
and I saw...

I don't know,
these-these devices

with wires coming
out of them.

These diagrams

and these pictures
of someone's house and boat.

It...

I'm so stupid.

I should have just...

It's okay.

Um, did you ask him about it?

I got scared.

I just left.

We never talked
after that.

And where did you see this?

In his R.V.

Where is that?

He had it parked
near Manoa Falls.

But that was a couple weeks ago.

Um...

Karen, um...

do you think that Doug
is capable of murder?

Doug blamed Raines
for breaking up his family.

He was angry and he talked
about sending Raines a message,

so...

yes.

I think he killed him.

* *

Leland!

Move it!

On the couch!

Clear.

Let's go.

You're lying!

We found the exact same
type of bomb materials

in your R.V. that was used
to kill Raines.

What can I say?
It's a coincidence.

Bomb-making a hobby of yours?

Yeah, I like to work
with my hands.

You think this is a joke?

Raines financed your
son's emancipation

and you wanted him dead for it.

I wanted him dead.
That's right.

But I didn't kill him.

I don't believe you.

Those bombs were just
meant to scare him.

I wanted to blow that whole damn
runaway home into the sky.

But...

But what?

I don't know...

All right?
I just couldn't do it.

Where were you two days ago?

I drove my R.V.
up to Manoa.

Anybody who can vouch for that?

No.

I went up there alone.

Wait. You drove your R.V.

up to Manoa
a couple days ago?

That's right.

And before then?

I'd never been there before.

Leland's friend Karen told me

the R.V. was parked
in Manoa Falls weeks ago.

Now Leland's saying he's never
been there before two days ago.

One of them's lying.

Yeah. Or both.
I'll go tell McGarrett.

Karen Whitfield?

Five-O!

Karen?

Karen.

Her body's still warm.

Hey, hey, hey!
Drop the gun!

Don't be ridiculous.

When I got here she was dead
already, and she was still warm.

So naturally,
I searched the perimeter,

looking for the killer.

What is he doing here?

I am following the evidence.

What evidence?
Come here.

See this?

Slippah's Bar.

Okay. So what does that
have to do with the murder?

Well, Slippahs Bar's
this joint that my suspect...

that, uh, security guard...

he was there that night
that the bomb was planted.

Okay, I understand,

but I'm sure there were
plenty of girls there.

That's very true.

But when I showed him
her picture,

he I.D.'d her as the girl
he went home with.

All right. So she picks him up;
she steals his keycard;

she gets access to the yacht.

Where she plants
one of the bombs

she stole off of Leland
after she "befriended" him.

Homegirl's quite the operator.

Nice.

Gold stars all around here.

Okay.
So-So Karen blew up Raines.

Uh, makes sense, but it still
does not explain motive.

And it still does not explain

who killed her.

So, it turns out that
Karen Whitfield's an alias.

Her real name
is Susan Dupree.

She has outstanding warrants
in Arizona and California

for sweetheart scams...

targeted the wealthy
"lonely seeking love" set.

And she also had a male partner.

That's an old school scam
right there.

Okay, well, Raines was single.

Maybe he was one of their marks
and things did not go so good.

No, no, no, no.
If-If he had a girl,

I think I'd have known about it.

There's no way.

We need answers.
We need the partner.

Okay, what do we got
on the partner? What do we know?

Not much.
White male, early 20s.

No real I.D.
or composites,

but according
to the crime report

they made off
with close to a million dollars

before
they disappeared.

Yeah, well, close
to a million dollars

wasn't enough
for these two.

They came here
to pull another scam.

Tell me, when did
she get to Oahu?

I got the credit card
statements.

She bought a ticket from Phoenix
to Oahu last summer, June 12.

Okay, give me phone records
from the day she landed, Kono.

All right, got some
outgoing 808s...

Give me names.

Whoa, what is it?

It's Todd Dutton.

That's Brandi's husband.

Yeah. And Karen's partner.

Why?

Now tell me why.

You talk to me,
you son of a bitch,

or I will kill you right here.

I don't care
who's watching.

Look, it's not
what you think, okay?

I-I would never hurt Brandi.

What?

What'd you say?

You wanted her money.

So you and Karen...
you had Bobby Raines killed

because you knew that your wife
stood to inherit Bobby's millions.

No, no... I didn't have anything
to do with that.

That was all Karen's idea.
Why?

She was tired of waiting.

Waiting?

Waiting, but that's-that's
the grift, right?

Isn't that the plan?

You wait?

The plan was
for me to marry Brandi

and to-to skim off of her trust.

But this time it was...
it was different.

Different how?
How different?

I fell in love with Brandi.

And Karen knew she wasn't
getting a payday, huh?

She killed Mr. Raines

because she thought that if...

if my wife inherited his money,
I'd pay her off.

You just killed her instead?

I went over there
to reason with her.

Okay? Things...

I mean, they got out of control.

I just... I wanted her
out of my life.

Bobby trusted you.

He gave you his daughter,
but now...

He gave you his daughter.

I'm sorry.

Not good enough.

* *

Hey.

* *

I'm sorry.

It's nice.

I think Tony had it right:

the whole shoe thing's
overrated.

Nice.

Look, on that... I mean, if this
is something you're gonna do...

regularly...

you should invest
in some nail clippers, Danny.

No, no. I-I didn't...

I didn't say that it's gonna
be a lifestyle choice.

You know, I just...
I'm enjoying it; it feels good.

It does feel good.
That it does, my friend.

That it does.

And you know what else?

We got everything
we need right here.

No. No. We don't
have everything we need

because this guy...
he promised me

an authentic slice
of New York pizza...

a real, authentic
New York slice.

And all he did was bring us
to the SS Minnow here.

Yeah, what's with that?

Depressing,
and it's... it's not honest.

Tony! I am starving.
What's going on?

Put a sock in it,
will you?

Here she comes.

The one, the only,
original Ray's,

flown in direct.

Now. When Tony Archer
promises you something,

you can bet you get it...
50% of the time anyway.

Here. Try it.
You're a good man.

You're a good man, Tony.

This is beautiful.

All right.
This is sweet.

What are you doing?
You fold... you fold it up?

This is good.

Fold it up.
Bend it over.

Oh, this is good.

That's a... that's a good
piece of pizza right there.

No, no, no, no.

See, where we come from,
you don't say "piece."

It's a "slice."
We call it a slice.

Slice.
No, hold on. Don't try to, um,

domesticate him.
He's an animal.

Trust me.
I'm not an animal.

You were born an animal.

You're gonna be an animal
for the rest of your life.

It's pizza. What makes me an animal?
Hold-hold it.

Hold it. Hold it.
Huh?

Let me ask you something.

You two hens peck at each other
like this all the time?

All the time?
- No. - Yeah.

Absolutely.
No, no.

Well...
Come on.

I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

'Cause I'm a good guy.

And more importantly, I need
some laughs in my life.

I'm gonna be your
marriage counselor.

Thank you.
You got a problem with a case,

or any time you
need help, basically,

I'll be here for you.

Okay? Could we have
a little group hug here?

Oh, yeah.
All right. Love you.

Now let's eat this pizza.
I got three of them.

You do?
Sure do.

Give me a hug.

You're a good man.

What's the difference?
Why's it so good in New York?

You tell me.
The water's bromide.

The water. Bromide?
It's bromide...

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