All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.S07E10.1080p.BluRay.Remux.eng

You're safe here, Reese.

Let my voice be your guide

as you feel the tension dissolve
from your muscles

and your eyelids grow heavier
and heavier

until they close.

Now, I'd like you to imagine you're
at the top of a tall staircase.

As I count back from ten,

I would like you to take one step
with each count.

Growing more and more relaxed.

Ten,

nine,

eight...

Keep going.

When you get to the fifth step,
you will enter the water.

Walk into the water.

Let it surround you.

By the time you reach zero,
you'll be completely submerged,

completely...

...relaxed.

Reese, you're now in a hypnotic trance.

In this state, I'd like to explore
the source of your anxiety.

In your nightmares,
tell me what you see.

The woods.

- What is it, Reese?

No, no, no!

What's there? What do you see?

- There!
- Let's go!

Lock the area down!
Lock it down!

Let's go. Grab your stuff.

- I got something.
- Reese, don't!

Hold on, son, hold on.

Did I do this?

Mom, Dad, did I do this?

Oh!

Okay.
So which one's your sister?

I don't know, I'm looking.

Since when did insurance agents
get to have this much fun?

I wouldn't worry about it, buddy.

If she's anything like you,
I'm sure she's having a miserable time.

She's nothing like me.
I mean, she's like a bucket of sunshine,

the glass is always half full, you know?

That's my sister right there.

Right, right, right, right.
We're going too far!

- That's your sister?
- Yeah.

You got it. Go, go, go. Dig. Dig.

Danny, she's... she's pretty cute.

What's the matter with you?
That's my baby sister.

Why don't you tell him that?
That guy's getting a little handsy.

- I thought you said she was married.
- She is married. He's spotting her.

- He's doing the thing.
- He's spotting her?

- Yes.
- That is a man who just

rounded first base and is
getting ready to slide into second.

- Yes. Yes. Yes.
- That's my sister. You're sick.

You got it! You got it!
Go, go, go!

Whoo!

- Bridget!
- Hey!

- Uh, I'll be right back.
- Okay.

Look at you on a paddleboard.
I'm very impressed.

Oh, man, I love Hawaii.

You know it's snowing back in Jersey?

Bridget, this is Steve, my partner.
This is my baby sister Bridget.

- Aloha. Welcome to Hawaii.
- Hi. Great to finally meet you.

- Great to meet you.
- I've heard a lot about you.

I hope, uh,
at least some of it was good.

- Mm, yeah.
- What's that look?

I mean, mostly.
Well, my mother called you a "catch".

- I love your mother.

By the way, while I have you,
it's a little late,

but thank you very much for the cookies
you sent Danny and I

when we were, uh, recovering
in the hospital. That was very sweet.

Oh, yeah. No problem.
How's the new liver?

It's good. Thank you very much.

But I have been reading in these medical
journals that sometimes the recipients

of organ donations start taking
on the traits of the donor,

- so I'm a little concerned about that.
- Oof.

Yeah, let's hope that doesn't happen.
One Danny is more than enough.

Oh, look at that. What you guys did,
you got something in common.

- That's so nice.

- Excuse me for a second, please.
- Paradise.

It's McGarrett.

Okay. Copy that.
I'm on the way.

Guys, hey, uh, listen, I'm really sorry.
I gotta rain check brunch, okay?

But you stay, have a nice visit.
Enjoy yourself.

Yeah.
I'm sorry you're gonna miss out.

Me too. I hope I get to see
you again before you leave.

- Yeah. Same here.
- Bridget!

- We got to go.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, one sec.

- All right.
- Stop it.

- Bye, guys.
- Bye.

So when you get the message,
please give me a call back.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Hey, cuz.
- Hey.

Ooh. Everything okay?

You know, I don't know.

Sara and I usually talk every day, but I
haven't heard from her in almost a week.

I keep leaving messages
for Jorge and Maria,

but... I can't help thinking
that they're distancing us on purpose.

Well, you know, um, she's
at a new school and making new friends.

That's probably all it is.

Why don't you try that again and maybe,
uh, this time, look me in the eye?

Cuz, you don't really
wanna know what I think.

- Actually, I do.
- Okay.

I think you might
have taken things too far.

Multiple background checks,
having a judge delay the adoption...

I mean, you even used Sara
to recon their house.

If I was them,
I wouldn't want you in Sara's life.

Cuz, I love you,

but you're gonna have to make
things right with that family

if you wanna have any
kind of a relationship with Sara.

You know what?

You're right.

You're right. Thank you.

So why are they
hypnotising this kid again?

His therapist was trying
some New Age mumbo jumbo.

According to her,
Reese suffered from a lot of blackouts.

It would be like whole
chunks of his day he couldn't remember.

Okay, excuse me. I'm sorry.

Just to be clear, you're telling me
that an emotionally-disturbed teenager

who's been having blackouts now all
of a sudden knows where a body's buried?

Yeah. I mean, obviously, we got HPD
sitting on him until we know more,

but yeah.

Gentlemen, what I have here
are the remains of an adolescent female,

estimated to be 16 to 18 years of age.

Uh, unfortunately, due to the extent
of the soft tissue decay,

I cannot accurately determine
the time or cause of death.

However, based on
the compound fractures to the torso

and the blow to the anterior
of the skull,

I can safely say that our victim
died an extremely violent death.

- Mmm. You have an ID?
- Not yet.

But I did send bone marrow samples
to the DNA lab for processing.

Oh, and, uh, I found this CD.
This was inside her jacket pocket.

"I'm sorry. Meet me at nine.
Our spot".

Well, maybe we should
run that over to Eric,

see if he can pull some prints off it,
maybe we can match it to Reese.

Guys, we got a hit on that bone marrow
DNA in the Missing Persons' Database.

You're not gonna believe it.
This is Maggie Reed.

Maggie Reed?
Are you sure about that?

- Hundred percent match.
- Who's Maggie Reed?

Maggie was a star softball player
at Kukui High.

Ten years ago, she left the house
one night, she never came home.

It was a huge case. Half the island
was looking for this kid.

- You said ten years ago?
- Yeah.

Well, that would make Reese only eight
when Maggie was killed.

Yeah. I think it's safe
to say he didn't do this.

Yeah. Well then, how the hell did
he know where the body was buried?

I don't know.

So, at the moment,
we believe your son witnessed

somebody burying Maggie Reed's body
in the woods ten years ago.

Now, according to your therapist, Reese,

at that age, seeing something like that,

it's possible you could've
blocked it out as a way to cope.

The thing we have a little difficult
time understanding though

is how an eight-year-old ends up out
in the woods that time of night,

you know, in the first place.

We used to live in Maunawili,
so those woods were behind our house.

We used to go camping there sometimes.

And Reese played
in those woods almost every day.

- All the neighbourhood kids did.
- Even at night?

Well, there were a few times
I snuck out after dark.

I had this, um, this little fort
that my friends and I built.

I'd hang out there when, uh...
if you guys were fighting.

So then it's possible that you went out
there during an evening or something

or maybe snuck out
while you went camping.

Either way, you just wandered out
in the woods and you happened to stumble

- on somebody digging a grave.
- I... I guess.

Reese, why don't you describe
the person that you saw?

I already told you everything I
remember. The flashlight, raincoat.

Any sounds you remember?
Maybe you heard this person's voice?

I don't think so.

I need you to, uh, to try to think back,
Reese. Try to remember.

I am trying!

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

Look, Commander,
our son's been through a lot today.

Of course. You guys should go home.
Get some rest.

- I'll show them out.
- Thank you.

Folks, this way.

- How's the kid holding up?
- He's pretty shaken.

- Tell me you got something.
- Yeah, I do.

Eric processed the CD
found on Maggie's body.

If there were any prints,
they've long since degraded,

but he was able to recover the data.
It's an old-school mixtape.

"Without You". "Used To Be My Girl".

"How Can You Mend a Broken Heart".
We know if Maggie had a boyfriend?

Actually, I'm thinking it came from an
ex. The songs aren't just about love.

They're more about heartbreak
and regret.

All right. So we need to dig
into Maggie's personal life.

- Where are we with the old case files?
- HPD's on it.

I was also able to track down
Maggie's parents on the mainland.

- I'm gonna reach out to them now.
- Yeah. Good.

After ten years, they deserve to know
what happened to their daughter.

Mm! That is so good.
I gotta learn how to make that.

What are you grinning about?

Grinning about?
What are you talking about? I'm happy.

I'm happy you're happy. That's all.

You got a new job,
everything's going good. I'm happy.

- That's it.
- Yeah, it's good.

I mean, don't get me wrong, it's
great to be a stay-at-home mom, too,

but it feels really good
to be outside in the world again.

Hey, look, if, uh,
discussing actuarial tables and, uh,

dismemberment and accidental death,
if that brings you joy and happiness,

- then I'm happy for you.
- Thank you.

Everything's good at home? Sophie's
still playing Little League, please.

No, she's not. Sorry.

All she cares about is Minecraft
and chasing Pokémon,

- hanging with her friends.
- And Ted? Ted's, uh, he's good?

Ted? Yeah. Yeah, he's good.

I mean, he's just really busy ever
since he got the promotion last year.

A lot of hours in the office
and business trips, all that.

Mm... but on the plus side,
I get the TV all to myself at night.

- Bridget. There you are.
- Hey!

- Hey!
- Uh, this is Spencer.

He's got the bigger office
next door to me.

- Yeah, but you got the better view.
- True. Uh, sorry.

Spence, this is my brother Danny.

Oh, the, uh, cop-slash-father-of-two.

- Yeah, that's me.
- It's nice to meet you, man.

Good to see you.

So Bridge,
we have a seminar in ten minutes.

Another seminar?
Actually, you know what?

Good. I could use the nap. Hey.
We gotta go,

but we're still on for dinner tonight?

Yeah, absolutely. Uh, 5.00.
Bali Steak and Seafood.

No, no, I got this.
Come hungry, all right?

- Thanks. You're the best.
- I love you.

- I love you, too. See you later.
- All right.

- Take care.
- Nice to meet you, man.

- Day drinking now?

- So fun. What have you been up to?
- Uh, just working a little bit.

Oh, you mean managing
your fantasy football team?

- Oh, you know me. You know me.

Thank you. Yup. Bye-bye. Hey.

- I think you might be right.
- Oh, that's very good news.

- Care to elaborate?
- Okay.

The guy, uh, the goofy kid
on the paddleboard with my sister,

I think something might be going on.

Are you kidding me? How do you know?

Well, I don't know for sure.

But I was sitting there
and I was having drinks with her,

and this guy comes in
and they had this very strange vibe

and then he called her "Bridge",
which made me wanna throw up.

- Mm-hm.
- And they go to leave together

and he, as they walked away,
put his hand right on her back.

- Then what?
- That's it.

- He put his hand on her back?
- Yeah.

Okay. Just for me.

Uh, he put his hand on her back
and you thought that's how...

No, that's how you
put your hand on my back.

That's not... this is this, this is
this, and this is how he touched her.

- Feel the difference?
- Yeah, it's very different.

- Right?
- I can come back.

No. No.

I just, uh, I just talked to Duke.

It turns out the case file on Maggie
Reed was checked out years ago

by a detective, Pearson Yang.
He was on the original investigation

and he's now a part
of the Cold Case Department.

Oh, it's great. Danny and I will go talk
to him now. Thanks, Kono.

- Let's go. I'll walk you out.
- Get your hand off me.

Please do me a favour and shut up, okay?
Just shut up.

- What? Am I breathing too loud?
- No. I can hear you thinking.

You are thinking that I am overreacting.

That I'm being ridiculous
about this thing with Bridget, okay?

I know these things, all right? Just
like I knew that Grace had a boyfriend.

I know this. Maybe nothing has happened
yet with Bridget specifically

and Spencer or whatever,
but it's on its way to happening.

Okay? Trust me. I know.
I am her brother.

You're also a cop and gut feelings
can be wrong. You know that, too.

- Yeah, I know. I know.

Oh, look at this.
What a coincidence.

She's gotta cancel dinner now
because a work thing has come up.

- We're gonna have drinks now instead.
- Danny, nothing's happening.

- The whole thing is a work thing.
- I know it's a work thing,

and it's called S-P-E-N-C-E-R.

Meet Travis Wilson,
high school dropout.

A couple of stints in juvie,
some bar fights.

Maggie, on the other hand,
was a straight-A athlete

with two very successful,
very strict parents.

So, naturally, she fell
head over heels for this scumbag.

Okay, Detective Yang,
why do you think he killed her?

They kept their relationship a secret,

but rumour was she dumped him
two days before she disappeared.

Okay. Did you, uh,
you question this Wilson kid?

He denied they were ever dating.
I could never prove otherwise.

- All I had was high school gossip.
- And did Wilson have an alibi?

No. And that night,
he was unaccounted for between 8.30 pm,

when he got off work, and 10 pm,
when he showed up at a bar in Waimanalo.

Meanwhile,
Maggie left her house around 8.15.

She told her parents she was
going out to study with a friend,

- who told us they never made plans.
- So you think they met up?

Yeah. I just couldn't prove it,
but it all fits.

Maggie drops him,
Wilson's angry, humiliated,

so he lures her out of the house somehow
and kills her.

All right. Um,
you should probably take a look at this.

We, uh, found it
amongst Maggie's remains.

This is Wilson's statement.

Yeah. Look at that, Danny.
S's, they're the same.

Nine's the same. Same handwriting.

Travis gave this CD to Maggie.
I was right.

They were seeing each other.

Maggie left her house to meet him
and the lying bastard killed her.

Hey, Travis, you ever think
of giving up on that piece of crap?

- Aren't you a few months early?
- A few months early?

What's he talking about?

This guy shows up every year
on the day that Reed girl disappeared.

Wants me to confess to something I had
nothing to do with. Who are you guys?

Five-0.

You recognise this?

Where'd you get that?

We, um, we found it
with Maggie Reed's remains.

Never thought we'd find her, did you?

Travis, clearly, uh,
Maggie meant something to you.

Was she your girlfriend?

We talked about running away together.

Just thought maybe she went without me.

So you finally admit it.
Only took about a decade.

You've been lying to me for years.

I lied to you
because I knew you'd never believe me.

I know how this goes.

A guy like me is never gonna
get a fair shake from the cops.

- You lied because you killed her.
- I loved her.

I had nothing to do with this.

Okay. Hey.

If you had nothing to do with this,
why don't you tell me

how things happened
with you and Maggie?

We'd been seeing each other
for a few months.

We kept it quiet.

It was cool at first,
but after a while...

I didn't wanna hide it any more,

but she said we had to.

I thought she was ashamed of me.

It turned into this huge fight.

I was being a jerk.

I wanted to tell her I was sorry,

so I made her that CD
and left it outside her bedroom window.

Um, on that CD, uh,
you said, "Our spot".

Where was your spot?

There's this part of Sherwood Beach
that no one ever went to.

But we'd always go and hang out.

But Maggie never showed up that night.

Now I know why.

It was my fault.

She never would have left the house
if I didn't give her that CD.

I showed Reese Travis Wilson's picture,
but it didn't jog his memory.

All right. So the kid
can't say one way or the other

whether Wilson was the guy
in the raincoat, is that right?

No. But he thinks it's because he
wasn't under hypnosis long enough

to get a look at the person's face.

The good news is that Reese
is feeling better and wants to help.

He's willing to go back under
and have you guys observe.

Well, all right.
I mean, it's worth a shot.

Okay. I'll set it up with his therapist.

Thanks, Kono.

What's the matter with you?
You still thinking about your sister?

You remember I told you
about Grace Tilwell, right?

Yeah, your partner from Jersey who got
murdered, yeah. What about her?

Well, uh, about a year into, uh,
my marriage with Rachel, uh,

we started having some problems.
Work was heavy, bills were piling up,

uh, loans, all kinds of stuff.

Grace was the only person that, uh,
that I was talking to at the time.

Only person I confided in, only person
I laughed with, did everything with.

Every day I was with her, right?

One day, I come to work and I noticed
I'm looking at her a little differently.

- You know what I mean?
- I do.

The point is this, okay?

The way that I saw Bridget
looking at Spencer,

that whole thing, I recognised it.
Why?

Because I went through the same thing
with my partner.

I had no idea, Danny. I'm sorry.

Well, it wasn't the best moment
of my life, okay? Nothing happened.

You know, Rachel said
that she wanted to have kids

and I realised what
I would be destroying

if I went forward with this,
so I stopped it before it even started.

Once again, the point is I see
what Bridget is going through

because I went through it myself.

- Okay.
- Okay, what?

Okay. Okay.
You gotta talk to her.

When you reach the bottom,
you'll be submerged,

floating, completely relaxed.

Three, two, one.

Now, drift.

Let it all fade away,
except for the sound of my voice.

Come with me, Reese.

Come with me back to the woods.

This time, Reese, go slow.

Pay attention.

What do you see?

Yellow stripes.

It's cold.

I wanna go home.

Keep going, Reese. You're safe.

- She's dead.
- What else do you see?

There's blood.

Blood on her face, blood in her hair.

Reese, listen to my voice.

You're safe. You're warm.

No. No.
There's blood everywhere.

She's dead. She's... she's dead.

I need to go home!
I wanna go home!

Reese, the person in the raincoat,
did you see their face?

Do you see anything else?

Always fresh. Always cold.

Always fresh. Always cold.

Always fresh. Always cold.
Always fresh. Always cold.

Always fresh. Always cold.
Always fresh. Always cold.

That's the last thing he remembers.

You know, one night recently,
I had a little too much cheese

and then I drank
a little too much scotch.

Well, the dreams I had after that
made more sense than this.

Right. Yeah, he came to and had no idea
what he was talking about either.

- Wait a second.

- I knew that sounded familiar.
- Uncle Icy.

It was a big deal ten years ago.

I mean, they had a shop off Kapahulu,
but that truck went everywhere.

There was a road about a hundred feet
from where Maggie's body was found.

Maybe the Uncle Icy truck
was there that night.

Yeah, Reese could have spotted it
while it was moving through the woods.

Kai Mahelona.

- Five-0.
- Hey, Five-0. Howzit?

So, what can Uncle Icy do for you?

Uh, Uncle Icy can tell us everything
he knows about Maggie Reed.

I don't know any Maggie Reed.

Think back. 2006,
a teen girl went missing.

Oh, yeah, big time athlete.

What's this got to do with me?

Well, the thing is
we just found her body

and we have reason to believe that
your truck was near the crime scene.

No, that's not possible.

Can you prove your whereabouts
the night Maggie Reed disappeared?

Come on, brah, what you think?
What was that, ten years ago?

Why don't you have a seat, please?

- Yeah, Lou?
- Hey.

Drop whatever you're doing
and get down to HPD right now.

What's going on?

Travis Wilson just confessed
to the murder of Maggie Reed.

Yang, what happened?

What happened is two hours
after we left him,

Wilson comes through those doors

and says he wants
to confess to killing Maggie Reed.

Okay. I... just, after ten years, all
of a sudden, he decides to come clean.

It's different now.
There's a body, the CD.

He knows he was caught in a lie,
decided this was his only move.

Okay.

I was certain he didn't do it.
But I guess I was wrong.

- Congratulations.
- Must feel good.

- Ten years to get your guy, huh?
- You're damn right it does.

Buddy, I am very impressed.

I'm very impressed
you admitted you were wrong.

That is called personal growth
and I'm very proud of you.

- Thank you. Appreciate that.
- Yeah.

- Are you going to see Bridget?
- Uh, yes, I am.

Okay. Can I give you some advice?

I give you one compliment and now you're
Buddha with the life lessons, what?

- Never mind.
- No, no, I wanna know. Please tell me.

Just go easy on her.
Don't be a cop about this.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- I'll give you a ride to the Hilton.
- Oh, in my own car,

you'll give me a ride?
That's very nice of you.

Hey! Congratulations,
buddy, nice work.

Hey, I heard about the case.

You, uh,
got time for an appetiser, maybe?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Good.

So, uh, how was the, um,
the seminar with, um, Spencer?

Was it good?
You guys have fun or what?

You wanna talk about family deductibles?
I mean, if that's interesting to you,

we can talk about family deductibles.

Or we can discuss
these jumbo lump crab cakes.

He, um... he seems like
a nice guy, Spencer, right?

Yeah, he is.
So you wanna split 'em?

Sure. Uh, what about, uh,
what about... is he married?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay. You?

I was just asking you a question.
That's all.

Asking what?

Asking what, Danny?

- He's a colleague.
- I know.

- He's just a colleague.
- I know what he is.

Okay. If you have something to say,
just say it.

Okay. I'll say it.

Whatever is going on,
you need to stop it now.

Oh, you think you know what's going on?

- I know. Yeah.
- Mmm.

You know that every morning I wake up
and I watch the ceiling fan

and I just feel the air on my face
and I love that moment

because then the dog needs to be let out
and I need to make breakfast

for the kids and get them off to school.

And then when school's done,
I gotta race back.

I have to make dinner, make sure
their homework's done, walk the dog,

and then it just starts all over again.

I'm doing it all by myself.
Ted's never around.

I mean, our parents are never in town.

And if they are in town,
they need something.

Guess who's handling all that.

Yeah. Me.
Because you guys left years ago.

I have no support.
I have no one to turn to.

Honestly, I feel like every day,

I get closer to...
completely disappearing.

Until one day, I walk into work,
and someone actually sees me.

Spencer's a friend, okay?
He's... he's there for me.

Okay.

I don't... I don't understand.
Do you want my blessing or...

For what? Nothing's even happened.

- Nothing's happened yet.
- God.

God knows you're a saint, Danny.

But if you could just be a human being
for one second.

Can you even hear me?

I am lonely. I am so unhappy.

- What am I supposed to do?
- I don't know.

Go try therapy,
get separated for a little while.

Well, I'm sorry. Unlike you, I can't
just walk away from my children.

Uh-huh.

You know, my, um...
my children can look me in the eye

and they can know that I never lied.

Aloha. Can I start you two off
with some cocktails?

No. Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hey. How'd it go?

I don't wanna talk about that right now.
What the hell's going on?

- What'd you do, dig a grave?
- Yeah, I did actually.

- Wilson didn't do it.
- Okay.

You need to stop, okay?
The kid confessed. It is over.

- It's not over, Danny.
- I leave you alone for two seconds.

- What is the matter with you?
- Hear me out, would you? Please?

All right. Now, the night of,

Wilson's co-workers say he left work,
what, 8.30, right?

And we got witnesses who put him
at the bar in Waimanalo at 10 pm.

Which means Wilson had to leave work,

drive to Sherwood Beach, meet Maggie,

kill Maggie, drive Maggie's body
back to the woods,

dig a three-by-five-foot hole,
bury the body,

clean the evidence off the car,
clean the evidence off himself,

all in an hour and a half,
which I can tell you right now

is impossible because I just tried it.

- Okay.
- Go ahead.

What if their spot was actually
in the woods and it wasn't in the beach?

- He lied about that.
- Doesn't matter.

I did a bunch of different equations,
none of them make sense.

None of them fit for the timeline.
None of it works.

Okay. What if he pre-dug the hole?

Pre-dug the hole that close to the road
and three feet deep?

I mean, that's some pretty poor
advance planning, wouldn't you say?

Not to mention, she was beaten to death.

Somebody caved this girl's head in.
That's a crime of passion.

It's something that happens
in the moment.

Premeditation almost always
involves a weapon.

All right.
Let's say this all makes sense.

- We have one major problem.
- What's that?

- Kid confessed.
- Come on, man.

Wilson broke the moment we showed him
the photo of Maggie's remains.

He blames himself for her death.

As far as he's concerned, Maggie
wouldn't have even left her house

that night if it wasn't for him, right?

So the guilt of that,
plus Yang harassing him for ten years,

I swear, man,
the kid just wanted it to be over.

All right.
So now what, back to Uncle Icy?

No. Uncle Icy didn't do it either.

It turns out, in 2006,
he didn't even have his truck.

But I got something else.
We gotta go for a drive.

Okay. So the crime scene's about 100
feet into the woods this way, right?

I'm walking back to my truck
when I see that.

All right?
So I called Uncle Icy,

and I ask him if he's ever done
any advertising in this area

and he sends me this.

Always fresh. Always cold.

So the kid did not see his truck,
but he saw that sign?

Correct. But here's the thing, you can't
see that sign from the grave site.

- You gotta be on the road.
- Right.

So, what is an eight-year-old kid
doing on the road at night?

- He's in an automobile.
- He's got to be in a car.

So I think what if Maggie Reed
was on this road, too?

I checked, there's a bus stop
about a mile down there.

And that bus stops at Sherwood Beach.

Now that, along with Max's report

that said Maggie Reed
suffered compound fractures...

Right. Injuries that she could have
gotten if she was hit by a car.

A car that eight-year-old Reese Holland
was a passenger in the back of.

So, in theory, whoever was driving
that car killed Maggie Reed?

I pulled Reese's
family's DMV records.

And it turns out that Reese's dad
filed an insurance claim

on his car in 2006.
He said he hit a boar.

- Hm.
- But according to the ME,

if he was going about 30 miles an hour
and hit a 200-pound boar,

it would have been a lot more damage.

Whatever he hit was more like 120.

Which was roughly
Maggie Reed's weight.

We also found that the height
of the bumper on this car

was consistent with Maggie's injury.

- When was this claim filed?
- That's the thing.

Fred Holland filed it the day
after Maggie went missing.

Son of a bitch.

Ten years I was chasing the wrong guy.
What kind of cop does that make me?

Well, it makes you the type
of cop that cares.

All those years weren't wasted.

You kept Maggie's memory alive
and now you get to call her parents

and tell him that we found her killer.

This is all really good.
I like this.

But unfortunately,
this evidence is circumstantial.

- How are we gonna get Fred Holland?
- I got an idea.

That's good, Reese.
Your body is numb.

You're completely relaxed.

What's going on here?
Why didn't we know about this?

Sir, your son is 18 years old.
He consented to this session, okay?

And you know that our son is not well.

Why are you putting him
through this again?

He's told you everything he knows.

Well, that's the thing.
He may have told us, but you have not.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Ten years ago, your car was

in an accident the very night
that Maggie Reed died.

We know that 'cause you filed a report.
You said you hit something.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.
It was a boar.

- Except it wasn't a boar, was it?
- What are you implying?

What we're implying, sir,
is that your son is not well,

but he's not well
because he saw something

so traumatic he couldn't process it.

- Commander, this is all a mistake.
- Okay.

Honey, let me handle this.

Don't pretend that you care about him.
You're just using him.

Excuse me, sir.
Maybe your wife's right.

Maybe this is a mistake. Why don't we
find out, okay? Humour me.

One more minute.

Doctor, if you could ask Reese
about the car, please.

Reese, let's go back
to that night in the woods,

and then farther back, back to a car.

Where are you, Reese?

Our car, the back seat.

Who else is with you?

No one. I'm alone.

♪ Baa baa black sheep

♪ Have you any wool?

♪ Yes, sir, yes, sir

♪ Three bags full ♪

Mommy?

I see my mommy.

And she's all dirty.

You told me that was a boar.

You told me that was a boar. Now...
now tell them that this is nonsense.

Mrs Holland?

It was an accident.

I'd had some wine that night.

Too much.

We'd been fighting.

We were in such a bad place then.

I was upset.

I had to get out of the house, so I...

I grabbed Reese and I took your car.

We were gonna go to a hotel.

Why didn't you just call the police?

Because that's not how she died,
is it?

Maggie had a skull fracture, except it
wasn't from being hit by a car.

I was so afraid they'd
take Reese away from me.

I panicked.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

All right. Thanks.
What are you gonna say to her?

I don't know.

- You want me to pick you up?
- No.

Uh, in fact, once again,
I could've just driven myself.

- Yeah, I know.
- Thank you, though.

All right. Just call me
if you want me to pick you up.

I don't want you to pick me up.

What do you want, Danny?

Uh, I don't want...
I don't want anything.

I just want you to know
that I love you very much.

And I obviously do not
have all the answers.

If I did, I'd probably
still be with Rachel.

I'm far, very far from perfect.

Bridget, if you do this,
you cannot take it back.

Maybe it'd make you happy
for a little bit,

but at the end of the day,
it's just gonna make things worse.

Yeah.

And all that stuff about you
being alone is not true

because I am here for you always,
always.

You call me, I pick up the phone
no matter what, okay? Forever.

- Hm?
- Thank you.

That's it. That's all I got.

- Do you wanna come in?
- No.

I don't wanna interrupt anything.
I mean, you're all dressed up.

- Get in here, you jerk.
- Thanks.

Wait a minute. This... this is what you
flaked on me for? A cheeseburger?

- Yeah, well, plans changed.
- Oh!

You're watching Smokey and the Bandit?

- Yeah.
- Without me?

We watched it 6,000 times
when we were kids.

- I know. I still love it.
- Burned out the VHS tape. I'm in.

- Uh-huh. You know what?
- What?

Steve kind of reminds me
of the Bandit.

Why? 'Cause he's reckless and arrogant?

Let me have a Diablo sandwich
and Dr Pepper. Make it fast.

I'm in a damn hurry.

Remember when you tried
to grow that moustache?

Yeah. Don't tell Steve
about that, please.

- Okay.
- I'm serious.

Ten-four, good buddy.

Come on.

You must be in a hell of a hurry,
huh, Sheriff?

You bet your ass on that, boy.

- Man.