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All right. So I got it. You selfishly punched yourself in the eyeball

so that I didn't get to do it. Is that right?

No, not even close.

You know, buddy, if it's something that's embarrassing,

or something you don't wanna share with us, you know, we understand.

Yeah, we totally understand, Steve.

The last thing we would wanna do is make you uncomfortable.

Yeah. You can tell us when you're ready, boss.

You guys suck at reverse psychology.

Well, then tell us the damn story, why don't you?

Y'all know that I've been trained by the U.S. government

to resist interrogation, right?

That's fine, so we'll just keep taking bad guesses then.

How about that?

Okay. You were opening a bottle of champagne,

and the cork exploded in your face.

- Black eye. - Yes.

Ha, ha. All the damn bullets you've been dodging for years,

and you end up getting hit in the face with a cork projectile?

See, now, that's what you call ironic.

Hey, you know what? You don't get to make jokes

when you show up to work in a suit that's been MIA since 1972.

- Oh! - Ha-ha-ha.

I'm having a dream.

We're all at a Temptations concert.

Oh, yeah, that's funny.

You joke, but there's a very sad story that goes with this suit.

Oh, I'll bet. If you paid money for it, it's definitely a sad story.

So you gonna tell us what happened here?

- I'll tell you what happened. - Mm-hm.

Right after you tell me why you're rocking the panda eye.

Yeah, all right, Grimace.

No, Steve, come on. We wanna know

how a Navy SEAL gets a black eye on a date, huh?

- Hey. What, uh...? - Hey.

Whoa, you guys look, uh...

- Terrible. - Right?

You too. You look terrible too. You don't. You look fantastic.

- Thanks, Danny. - Beautiful as always.

We were arguing about who had the crappiest Valentine's Day.

Oh. Sorry, Kono.

It's okay, I get to see Adam in a couple of days.

Why don't you tell Kono what happened to, uh...?

With the eye shadow?

Yeah. Go ahead, champ. Make her feel better.

Is there a crime scene here?

Maid arrived about an hour ago,

found a woman, Launa Cruz, unresponsive on the bathroom floor.

GSW to the chest.

EMTs detected a faint pulse. They took her to Kuakini.

She's in critical condition.

Okay, clearly there was a struggle.

Now, one shot went into the wall, one went into our vic.

She went into the tub.

The killer must have left, thinking he, uh... He'd done the job right.

Okay, so, what do we know about Miss Cruz?

Married to a contractor named Jack Cruz.

- They live on the North Shore. - A long way from home.

- What about this place? - It's owned by a company

called Purview Properties, established five years ago.

Uh, they rent houses and apartments to people having affairs.

It's like a sex pad.

Yeah. No paper trail, no questions asked.

Purview Properties. Busting up marriages since 2010.

We'll reach out. Find out whose name's on the contract.

Well, looks like little Miss Cruz

was stepping out on her husband.

Where, uh...? Where's Jack Cruz? Anybody know?

- Haven't been able to reach him. - Oh, what a shock.

Okay, so we're thinking that, uh, Mr Cruz found out

Mrs Cruz was having an affair, came here and tried to kill her?

Or something went down with the person she was meeting.

Well, whatever the case may be, I think we can agree

that Launa Cruz is having a far worse Valentine's Day than any of us.

Oh, my Daisy, what have they done to you?

What have they done to you? They've changed you.

Wow! Ha, ha.

She hasn't changed a bit.

Ah.

Come on.

You take any longer,

and they are gonna need to cut the grass.

You have some place you'd rather be?

Busiest night of the year tonight.

Yeah?

Why is that?

It's Valentine's Day.

- What? - It's Valentine's Day.

It's the busiest night.

- What? - You can still save a par here.

Forget par, chef, I forgot Valentine's Day.

Listen, chef, I need a favour.

You can use your influence

and get a table for me and Renee tonight, right?

No, impossible.

We have been booked solid for months.

I'm a dead man.

- What about your par? - You win!

Thank you.

Sorry!

Can I help you?

Hey, happy Valentine's Day, baby.

Mm-hm.

Oh, okay. Okay, I see.

You... You thought... You thought I forgot.

But you got played

because I wanted to be able to get you a real genuine

Valentine's Day surprise, baby.

Ah. Oh.

Oh, so you...? You didn't forget?

- Hell, no. - Oh.

Like you didn't forget my birthday last year?

And you didn't forget

our wedding anniversary the year before that?

See, why you gotta bring up old stuff?

Babe, come on now. Why can't you see this for what it is?

Your man is home standing in front of his beautiful wife,

offering you these flowers and these...

These chocolates as a token of my love.

Oh. Oh, no, I see.

You know, I see what this is.

- I knew you would. - Oh, yeah. No, no. I see...

- I see a man... - Yes, you do.

- ...who ran out, mm-hm, - Mm-hm.

And bought the last sorry bunch of gerbera daisies

from the convenience store over on Durely Street.

- How you know that? - You didn't even take the sticker off.

And I see the suit that I brought to the dry cleaners last week

because I was going to donate it to the Salvation Army.

- And I see... Ooh. - What?

Ooh, I see a man still wearing his golf shoes.

Hmm. Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Hey, I taught you well.

You really are a cop's wife.

- And you, Louis Purnell Grover... - Huh?

...are in the doghouse.

Twenty-four hours, no parole.

Wha...?

- Hey. - Mm. That man.

- Ha, ha. Oh, no. - Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.

Okay, so, what does a night in the doghouse look like?

I'll tell you what it looks like.

Me in a janky motel

on a horrible mattress stuffed with nails

and a wafer-thin wall with some freaky couple

on the other side of it trying to set a new sex endurance record.

Lou, why didn't you come to my place, huh?

I mean, mi casa su casa. You know that.

Oh, I came to your house,

but it was completely dark.

I figured you were in there romancing, so I went over to Danny's house.

Right. The romance was definitely not happening at my place.

Yeah, it looked like you was playing charades or something.

You were playing charades?

I was not playing charades.

Melissa and I had a, um...

What do you call it? An exchange of opinions.

An exchange... Oh, okay. Yeah. Us married folks call that a fight.

So then I just went to a motel.

- What about my place? - Were you even at home?

- Nope. - Well, then.

All right. That's my sorry-ass Valentine's Day story.

Come on now, McGarrett, time for you to share.

Why is everyone so obsessed? I don't see how a humiliating story

about me is gonna make anyone feel any better.

You know, it just might.

Okay, fine. I'm happy to oblige right after Chin steps up.

- How about that? - Okay, fair enough.

Guys, there's absolutely nothing to tell.

Hey, Abby, it's me again.

Listen, I just wanted to say

that whatever you're going through, I hope you know that you can tell me.

Okay?

Just give me a call back. Thanks.

Got voicemail again?

Yeah.

Hey, you know, silence doesn't always mean something bad is going on.

I'm sorry, Kono. Here I am blabbing about my situation,

- and you've got Adam in prison. - Oh, no. It's all right.

At least I didn't humiliate myself at the Kahala last night.

You don't have to remind me, okay?

Speaking of which, will you do me a favour?

Don't let the guys know about my nightmare, okay?

If they do, I'm just gonna be a punch line

between now and December.

- Got it. - Thank you.

Chin, Kono.

- Duke. - Chin, it was, uh,

very good to see you last night.

- So, what's the latest? - Mrs Cruz is in a coma.

Doctors are doing everything they can, but it's not looking good.

All right. Well, once she's stable, let's get CSU in here

- and collect some evidence. - Of course.

But there's something else you should know.

All right, according to Duke,

Launa Cruz contacted H.P.D. yesterday to report her husband missing.

The thing was it was less than 48 hours,

so no official investigation was opened.

- That changes things. - There's more.

Mrs Cruz had a clear abrasion between her thumb and forefinger.

It's the kind of injury typically associated with the slide of an automatic weapon

as it catches the skin when it goes back.

- Wait a minute, she fired the gun? - Well, here's the thing,

her prints aren't anywhere on the champagne glasses.

Okay, maybe we got this whole thing wrong.

Maybe Jack Cruz was the one having the affair,

he was using that house to do so.

Launa shows up to confront him, they wrestle over the gun.

Right. So our victim started out as our perp.

Well, the good news is we were able to figure out

whose prints were on the champagne glasses.

Now, lab matched them back to a Natalie Jacobs.

She's in the system for solicitation.

She's also on the books at a high-priced escort agency.

Two grand a date.

If my husband was having Valentine's Day with a hooker,

I'd show up with a gun too.

And I thought I messed up.

This guy's gotta be a lock for husband of the year.

This is the man you spent Valentine's Day with?

No.

Okay, Natalie, we found your prints at a crime scene on Ocean Drive.

I'm not denying that I was at that house.

I'm saying that's not the guy that I was with.

Okay, who...? Who's the guy that you were with?

He said his name was Robert.

But my guess is that's a lie.

And he wasn't at all like your guy.

Robert looked older, had silverish hair and brown eyes.

Okay. Have you done business with Robert before?

He was a first-time client.

Best kind too.

Paid for the girlfriend experience, but was done in under an hour.

Okay. Uh, do you know anything else about the guy or...?

He was sweet.

Made an effort to make it romantic.

Even bought me a Valentine gift.

That's, uh, Victoria's Secret, right?

You know your lingerie.

- So, what, you believe her? - I don't know. I guess.

I guess, and we'll see what turns up with the, uh... With the composite.

What are you looking at me like that for?

You know your lingerie?

Yeah, I know my lingerie. I like women in lingerie.

- Is that...? Is that a crime? - No.

You probably... You probably wouldn't notice

what a woman's wearing before you, uh...

- Before you... You know. - How is it about me now?

What are you trying to say?

Maybe you're not the most patient guy in the whole world.

What are you...? I'm not a romantic, is that what you're saying?

Buddy, ahem, when I was, um, about 12 years old,

I saw two sea lions mate

at the, uh, Turtle Back Zoo in West Orange.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

I'm pretty sure that there was more romance in that encounter

than any date you've ever had in your entire life.

- Let me... You know what? - What?

- Chin. - Well, we can throw

another theory out the window.

There's no way Jack Cruz could've been at the crime scene.

Oh, yeah? How can you be so sure?

Because we're standing over his dead body.

I can't believe I shared my pain and bared my vulnerable soul,

and Mr Chin Ho Kelly can't even tease us with a little tidbit.

Come on, Chin.

You know... Hey, we're your family, buddy.

We're, uh... There's no... There's no judgement here.

- There's no, uh... - You know, it's your safe place, babe.

It's your safe place. Come on.

Come on. It's only fair now, brother.

You know they're not gonna let this go.

All right. All right.

Okay, so...

...Abby and I had an amazing dinner at Morimoto.

Hang on a second. When did you book that?

It was a last-minute thing,

and Abby wanted to try the braised black cod.

You know how good it is. Called the chef, he made it happen.

He was like, "Anything for Five-0," you know.

Is that a fact?

So anyway, I book a room at the Kahala.

Um, I'm lying there in bed, and I'm pouring the champagne.

I'm waiting for Abby to come out of the bathroom.

You can fast-forward over those parts.

I don't wanna hear about these gory details.

- What's wrong with the details? - Well, that's the sad part, Lou.

We didn't get to the part where we do the grown-up stuff.

Well, that's not quite the entrance I was imagining.

I... I can't.

I...

What do you mean? What's going on?

- I'm sorry. - Wait a minute.

Are you lea...? Abby?

Abby?

Abby, are you...?

Abby, hold on.

- Abby! - Look, I made a mistake. I can't.

- Abby. Abby. - I can't.

What the heck is going on?

Ab...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, yeah.

No, I've seen this movie.

And then the nuns come running around the corner, right?

I wish that happened

because they could've called down to the front desk for me.

Lieutenant Kelly?

- Duke. - Uh-huh.

What's going on?

You remember my wife, Nalani?

Yes, of course. It is lovely to see you again, Nalani.

Well...

Uh, have a lovely evening.

- Ooh. Poor Duke. - Poor Duke. Poor Mrs Lukela.

- What about poor me? - Ha, ha.

You know, I still have no idea how things went south so fast.

Well, I... I can help you with this one, I think.

In my experience with women, it is either something that you said

or did, or both, that she, uh...

She took the wrong way.

Probably some little microscopic teeny-tiny thing

that's so damn small no man could recognise it.

Are you saying that women are irrational?

You're breaking up.

So, what happened? Did you call her?

Yeah. I left her a bunch of messages.

And Kono's been trying to put a positive spin on it all day.

Maybe she got a little spooked how fast things were moving.

Maybe she's got someone back in San Francisco.

I never asked her. She's got a life there.

One she's supposed to be heading back to soon.

Yeah. Well, uh, you know, she could be on social media.

I'm saying you do a little recon.

That would be stalking.

And she's not. I checked.

Oh, greetings, Lieutenant Kelly, Officer Kalakaua.

Wow, finally, someone's in a good mood.

Indeed I am. It is entirely due to the lovely evening I spent

in the company of my inamorata Sabrina.

Sounds like things are still going strong.

Actually, it was an anniversary of sorts.

So we decided to return to the place where our love first blossomed,

the commissary at King's Medical Centre.

We even ordered the exact same turkey Swiss sandwich

and reminisced.

Well, it's good to see that romance isn't dead.

No. Only our victim.

COD was a GSW administered at close range to the anterior skull.

Ballistics do not match the Launa Cruz case.

What about time of death?

According to liver temperature, Mr Cruz was murdered

sometime between 10 a.m. and noon on February 13th.

February 13th.

That means Jack Cruz was dead at least 24 hours

before his wife went to that house on Ocean Drive.

So why did she go there?

So two days ago, Jack Cruz responded to an e-mail

from a potential new client asking to view a spec house

he was building on the North Shore.

We think he was being lured there by his killer.

And we tried to trace the e-mail, but it was a bogus account.

- Where was Launa Cruz at the time? - She was at her usual therapy session

on the other side of the island when her husband was shot.

Okay, hold on. First we thought that Launa Cruz's husband

was trying to kill her, then we thought she was trying to kill him,

and we realised just now that he's dead.

So who was Launa Cruz trying to kill?

We think she might have been trying to kill this guy.

This is the artist composite of the man that Natalie claimed

that she hooked up with at the house on Ocean Drive.

We ran his face through the databases but got no hit.

All right, we need to find out who this guy is

and what his connection to Launa Cruz is too.

I hope she comes out of that coma. Otherwise, we got nothing.

The bra. What about the bra?

The, uh... The bra that this guy bought for, uh, Natalie.

Oh, the Victoria's Secret?

- Yeah. - Oh.

Don't ask.

This way.

Hello.

- Detective Williams. - Hi.

It's nice to see you again.

It's very nice to see you, as always. Nice to see you.

How'd that purchase work out?

Yeah, how did it work out?

He won't... He won't, uh, tell me.

No, it was... Everything's fine. I don't think you wanna hear

about my terrible Valentine's Day experience.

Oh, she didn't like the perfume?

Perfume? You bought perfume from here?

- Yeah, I did. - Hey, excuse me.

I thought you said you liked women in nice lingerie.

I do like women in nice lingerie.

- Carry on. - Detective Williams bought

a beautiful corset a few weeks back.

- Did he? A corset? - Yeah, it was...

- It was... - That is specific.

We don't let him out of the house much.

Listen, I gotta ask you a question.

Um, do you, by any chance, recognise this guy?

That's Michael Foxton. He comes here a lot.

Knows what he likes.

He's bought the same lingerie seven times in the past month.

Seven times.

I don't suppose he used a credit card for any of those purchases.

Only one time, from memory.

I imagine that was for his wife.

Can we get a copy of that...? That transaction, please?

- Yes, you may. - Thank you.

"I love Victoria's."

- How are you doing? Mrs Foxton? - Yes?

Hi, Five-0. Is your husband around?

Uh, no. Michael, he... He's away on business.

That's, uh... That's not him jumping over the hedge over there?

That's him, right?

Have a seat.

Okay, why don't you tell us...?

Why don't you tell us about this woman that you killed?

Her name is Launa Cruz, by the way. Did you know that?

No. I didn't know that was her name.

Before yesterday, I had never seen that woman in my life.

Okay, what about her husband?

What about her husband? You kill him too?

- She came for revenge or what? - What?

No. Look, I'm not a good guy. I cheat on my wife.

But I don't know these people. That's the truth, I swear.

All right. Why don't you tell us what happened at that house?

I partied with this girl Natalie.

She left. I heard a sound.

I thought it was her coming back for something.

It was that woman, she had a gun.

We struggled, it went off. It was self-defence.

I panicked.

But I swear I was gonna turn myself in right when you guys showed up.

You know, what's crazy is the amount of people that tell me that

right after we arrest them.

Look, it's true. Can I get a glass of water, please?

If you tell the truth, you can have anything you want.

Look, I'm telling the truth.

He's having a heart attack, Danny.

Come on.

Come on.

Monster.

Gonna give yourself a heart attack if you drink any more of those.

- That was the last one. - Good.

No, I mean, that's the last one. I'm all out.

- Good. - Yeah.

I've been awake for, uh, 56 hours now,

and I'm trapped in this automobile with you,

this very small space, and I'm supposed to stay awake.

I'm listening to you talk, the equivalent of eating sleeping pills.

Listening to you, and I'm supposed to stay awake,

so I don't know what to do.

You could tell us your Valentine's story.

Yeah, it'd be pretty hard for you to fall asleep while you're talking.

Although my wife says I did it once.

Come on, Danny.

Okay. All right. I'll... I'll tell my, uh... My Valentine's story.

So like a gentleman, I was the epitome of romance.

I took romance to the next level.

Huh?

You did this for me?

Yeah. Who else am I gonna do it for? Come on.

Danny, these are so adorable.

- A bunny napkin? - Yeah.

- What's wrong with you? - I made a bunny napkin.

Is something wrong with you?

I think it's cute.

Thank you. Would anybody like me to continue with my story?

- Yes. - Okay, so she was very impressed.

She was very happy with the situation. She loved my flowers.

She loved the perfume I got her.

She loved the risotto alla Milanese that I made for her.

She thought it was fantastic, delicious.

We're sitting there. Everything is great, right?

And then the mood kind of, uh...

Well, we exchanged cards.

What?

She didn't like the card.

No, she did not like the card. Not particularly.

- What did you write in the card? - I wrote, uh, simply,

- "Happy Valentine's Day, Danny." - You're an idiot.

- Ooh. - Wait a second.

You didn't even write, "Love, Danny"?

No, not "love..." I mean, I did...

At the end, I did XOXOXO. Bunch of XOs.

- Dude, you blew it. - What do you mean?

What are you talking about? I did all these nice things.

I did a bunny with the ears,

and the flowers and the perfume and the risotto.

What else? What do I gotta do?

I think we're all Team Melissa on this one.

I need you to tell me that you want me to stay.

Okay, I want you to stay.

Not just tonight.

Look, look, I... I... I care about you very, very much, okay?

I... I love spending time with you. I don't understand what the problem is.

You can't say it, can you?

I can say it. People say it all the time. They say it a million times a day,

and it doesn't mean anything. I say it, it means something.

Ah. Right. Okay, well, you've never said it to me.

That is not true. Does that...? That's actually true? Is that true?

- Is this about Rachel? - No!

This is about how much time you make for me.

- About whether or not I'm a priority. - You are a priority.

You are a priority. You are a priority.

Okay? You are.

- You're not listening. - I am!

You are a priority.

You are a priority.

Okay, so, what? It's over?

I don't know what it is.

I got called to the crime scene yesterday, and then...

And she was still in bed when I left, and that's that.

Yeah, so, what are you gonna do about it?

I don't know.

You better hope we never solve this case

so you don't have to go home again.

Mm.

Mm.

So ono.

- What? - Look. I appreciate the support,

but don't you have something shrimp-related to do?

The hostility is out of character.

Maybe your blood sugar is low.

Look, if I'm cranky, it's because the clock is ticking.

I need to find a connection between these men.

The team's counting on me.

You wanna know how real pressure looks like?

It's like playing Russian roulette with chocolate.

You throw away the guide, then you pick a candy.

If you get the fruit centre, game over, brah.

You got the stones to play?

Thanks, but no.

This is my Valentine ritual.

Every year, I get the same box of chocolates

from a secret admirer.

What secret admirer?

Don't know. That's why they're secret.

You know, I could probably find out who they are.

Using my deductive super powers and this computer.

Well, mainly this computer.

Thanks, but no.

The key to romance is mystery.

The secret to our mystery is right here.

Oh. What is that?

You just got the bullet, my friend.

Oh. Ew.

Oh, commander.

You wanna find the connection between Cruz and Foxton? Here it is.

Both men are members of the Makai Country Club.

So golfing buddies?

Except I spoke to the manager of the pro shop,

and Cruz and Foxton never shared tee times.

But here's the thing. The wives had lunch with each other

at the club five times in the past month alone.

All right, so there's attempts on both the husbands' lives

within a 24-hour period,

and both the wives have rock-solid alibis.

Two strangers in unhappy marriages

agree to kill each other's spouses with no apparent motive.

It's Strangers on a Train.

Hitchcock.

Gentlemen, Michael Foxton is stable. You can talk to him now.

But there's something you should know.

It wasn't stress that caused his heart attack.

I told the doc I took my heart pills.

Are you sure about that? He said the medication wasn't in your system.

That's why you went into cardiac arrest.

That's impossible, because Tessa gave them to me last night at home.

Your... Your wife who you're presently cheating on,

she controls the medication

that determines whether you live or die?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Whatever your wife gave you, it wasn't your heart pills, all right?

Okay, so we, uh, got a couple of angry wives

having a bunch of lunches,

and a doctor's word against Tessa's that this guy took the right medication.

She could've given him an aspirin.

What's she gonna do? She's got money, she can lawyer up.

Yeah, she'll walk.

Is everything all right?

Mrs Foxton, your husband, uh, he had a heart attack in custody.

- What? - He's all right. He's stable,

and the doctors think that he's gonna be fine.

Oh. Oh, thank God.

There is some good news.

Launa... Launa Cruz has come out of her coma,

and it's just a matter of waiting for her to, uh, regain enough consciousness

so we can question her.

You know, we're gonna make sure

that her story matches up with your husband, we're good.

Thought she wasn't gonna take the bait.

Target's on the move.

I got eyes on the suspect. She's headed inside.

I'm Tessa Foxton. I'm here to see my husband, Michael.

He's in room 323.

Third floor.

I'm sorry.

It's over, Tessa.

I'm sorry to say that Launa didn't make it.

She passed away earlier this morning.

What's going on?

- They said she was still alive. - We were right.

You came here to silence the one person

that knew you killed Jack Cruz.

He used to beat her, you know.

Watch your head.

Well, I guess we can put an end

to the argument on who had the worst Valentine's Day, right?

Yeah, you know, I was just about to suggest we all go home

and get a good night's sleep, and then I remembered McGarrett.

It's time, boss.

Fine. Not here.

Hey, Jer, what's with the getup?

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

He's got a hot date.

- Ah. - Ooh.

- Ha, ha. - Or not, depending if she shows.

- Oh. - Thanks, big guy. Helpful words.

What?

What?

Look, we met online,

and neither of us wanted to do the cheesy Valentine's Day thing,

so, you know, we're just gonna...

Jerry, Jerry, it's not that I'm not interested...

I'm not, but, uh, that's not it.

Right now, the campfire session belongs to McGarrett.

Oh, is he gonna explain the black eye?

- Yes, sir. - Cool.

So, uh, it all started on Valentine's Day morning.

You mind if I borrow a shirt?

What do you want a shirt for?

Yes, you can borrow a shirt, second drawer down.

She found your Phil Collins T-shirt, and that was it.

- She was done. - Very funny.

She found the ring.

What?

- Wait, the ring? - Yeah, the ring.

She found the ring that I bought for Catherine, the engagement ring.

- That is an oof. - Ugh.

It's... It was a... It was definitely an oof.

Okay, so, what was it doing in your dresser?

- Yeah. - You know, the funny thing

is that was the question Lynn asked me.

What is this?

She felt that I'd been hiding something from her.

Uh, well, you were. The ring.

Yeah. Well, the seriousness

of my relationship with Catherine,

the fact that I was gonna ask her to, uh... To marry me.

She doesn't wanna be a part of a rebound thing,

which is understandable,

and, uh, she thinks my head's not in the game.

Okay, so how did it end?

Um, not well. She left.

She was very upset.

That's terrible. A sad story.

Listen, uh, I came here to hear about the black eye.

I got it. She hit you with the ring.

- Nope. - No?

Okay, all right. How about this?

You were rooting around the closet looking for something,

baseball falls off a shelf,

hits you right in the eye.

- No. - Got hit in the head with a coconut.

Dropped a practise grenade on your face.

- You walked into a tree. - Fell on a doorknob.

You got kicked by a horse.

- Yeah, I don't know why I said that. - No. Can I just...?

Just settle down, okay?

We went to Morimoto's, the private room.

Private room?

Yeah, I called the chef, the restaurant was at capacity,

so he put me in the private room.

So I pulled out all the stops, beautiful dinner,

we had a lovely evening, she was very happy.

All was forgiven, all right?

We get back to my place, everything is going very well,

- Lynn decides to make it up to me. - Ah.

A little mood music, that's a good move.

Baby, take off your coat

Real slow

Now take off your shoes...

That's it?

You got hit in the face with a lady heel?

That's...? That's...? That's it?

A lady heel? This thing... This isn't... It was like a four... A five-inch wedge.

You seen those things? That's like a... That's like a tomahawk.

Um, hi.

Which one of you is BadWarlock82?

- PeaceMaiden53? - Yeah.

I've got shrimp allergies.

- Laundry in the dryer. - I need to finish paperwork.

- I gotta fix something. - Something I need to do.

Take it easy.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Jerry. - Meredith.

Chin.

Are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

I need to apologise for my behaviour.

I know we never talked about

what this meant or where it was going.

I didn't expect to feel the way I do.

I like you, Chin. I...

I really like you.

What I did was...

You know what? It's okay. You don't have to explain.

But I'd much rather have this conversation in person.

Me too.

Except I'm in San Francisco right now.

In case you're wondering, it's work stuff.

Okay. All good.

I really ruined both our Valentine's.

You know what? You really did.

You have no idea how much.

Well, maybe when I get back to the island in a couple of days,

you'll let me make it up to you?

Maybe I will.

I'll call you.

Maybe I'll take the call.

Bye, Chin.

Bye.