Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 19 - Ne Me'e Laua Na Paio - full transcript

Mom! Mom!

Mom!

I can do a cannonball!
You want to see?

Of course I do.

Okay, watch!

Good job, sweetie.

Dill?

Dillan?

Dillan!

Dillan!

Hey, my son!



I can't find him!

He went underwater!

Mom! Mom!

I found a quarter at
the bottom of the pool.

Don't ever disappear
like that again.

Do you understand me?
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Didn't you hear me
calling you?

You scared me half to death.

Come here. Let's go.

Dillan, try to be
more careful.

Did you, uh, you stop
for malasadas this morning?

No.

What's it, evidence
from a case or something?



No.

You know what,
just stop, stop.

What's in the bag?
Just... what's in the bag?

It's my lunch, genius.

Your lunch? Okay,
what did you bring?

You got to know every last
minute detail of my life?

What's it to you
what my lunch is?

Because you don't
want to tell me.

What, you think it's so
fantastic I'm gonna steal it?

You fly in some-some deep-fried
sandwich from New Jersey

I'm not allowed
to know about?

It's a salad.

Okay?

It's a salad.
That's it.

There's nothing else in here.

It's just a salad, okay?

Grace has been taking
a nutrition class,

and she's concerned
about my cholesterol,

so I promised her
that I would eat better, okay?

Happy?

Huh.

That's actually
incredibly sweet.

I appreciate that.

Whole modern eating thing
is just ridiculous to me.

When I was a kid, we
ate whatever we wanted.

Know what I mean?
No more, buddy.

Hold up.

Who's that?

I do not know.

Can I help you?

Jenna Kaye.

Central Intelligence Agency.

Special Agent Kaye,
what can I do for you?

I believe I have something
that belongs to you.

I can't continue

this investigation
into the police department

from the inside.

I don't trust the people
I work with.

That's my father's
voice recorder.

How'd you get that?

How'd you lose it?

It was stolen by a
local Yakuza boss.

Hiro Noshimuri.

Okay, you can stop asking me

questions you know
the answers to.

I just have one more.

Would you kindly gather

all the case files
related to your investigation

and your father's private files?

Why?

The Agency has taken an interest
in your investigation

of Noshimuri
and the Yakuza.

That's all I can say.

That's all you can say?

All right, well,
I'm gonna say something then.

The Yakuza was targeting
my father

and is responsible
for my mother's murder.

I'm sorry,

but this matter
has been classified

as above your pay grade.

Why don't you un-classify it

and I won't even
ask for a raise.

Would you like me to have
the director call the governor

to compel you
to hand over your files?

Are you threatening me?

I just want to know
if you're gonna

make this hard on yourself,
or are we gonna get along?

Hey. Uh, we got something.
Sorry to interrupt.

I'll be right there.
Okay.

You'll have my files
by the end of the day, okay?

Now give me my
father's recorder.

You'll get it
when I get the files.

Why did you not just

give her your files
right then and there?

What is your play, please?

Must you know every
detail of my life?

Hey, this is the CIA
you are dealing with here, okay?

They wrote the book on advanced
interrogation techniques,

which I am absolutely positive

you have sitting
on your bedside table

right now, okay?

Just so you know,
I understand, okay?

I would not mind a little

one-on-one session
with Jenna Kaye.

The thought does
stimulate my imagination, too.

Legally, the CIA can only
interrogate foreign nationals.

Why do you do that?

I had a little fantasy
worked out.

I mean, you're, like,
a devourer of dreams.

You know what I mean,
like, you eat them.

Like a little Pac-Man
in cargo pants.

Don't tell me, this guy
thought he could fly.

Ah, a common misconception.

Although Captain
Fallout dons a cape,

he's not capable
of actual flight.

Merely superhuman
leaping abilities.

Max... who's Captain Fallout?

The fearless leader
of the Wondrous Seven.

He acquired his powers when he
was attacked by one of Hitler's

radioactive German shepherds
during the Battle of the Bulge.

Really?

Wow, you guys need to
brush up on your classics.

No, no, no. We don't need
to brush up on anything.

You need to bring us all back
to reality, here on Earth,

and answer the obvious question:

Why'd this guy take a dive
wearing tights?

Well, SpectacuCon is in town
this weekend.

So I assume our victim
was going to attend.

Okay, it's a comic book
convention.

Do we have an ID

on the vic yet?

Afraid not.

But due to the nature

of the injuries,

I would estimate that he fell
at least ten stories.

Maybe he's a jumper, Max.

No, this was
definitely a homicide.

Facial lacerations embedded
with glass fragments indicates

our victim was most likely
thrown out of a window.

Perhaps a sliding glass door.

The residues on both wrists
are consistent with duct tape.

He was bound?

Yes.

And the defensive bruising
also suggests...

That he struggled
with his attacker. Okay.

Looks like he got a message from
someone named Psycho Kitty.

"Be careful,
he's looking for you."

Too bad our vic didn't get
this warning in time.

Okay, keep us posted.

That was Kono.

She got an ID
off the vic's cell.

So what is, uh, Captain
Fallout's secret identity?

His name is Alex Baker.

He's an insurance
adjuster from Atlanta.

He flew in two days ago

for this convention.
Chin and Kono

are checking out
his hotel right now.

What's up, dawg?

That's funny, right?

That is funny.

Psycho Kitty's
got to be here somewhere.

This may
take a while.

More good news.

Holy air-conditioning.

It's a meat freezer in here.

Tourists.

They come to Hawaii
for the sun,

they spend all their time
in freezing hotel rooms.

No signs of
forced entry.

Or a struggle.

Trajectory lines up.

It's a clear drop
to the pool below.

But, you know,
Max said that Alex Baker had

facial lacerations
from broken glass.

They're obviously not
from these windows.

I don't think this is
our crime scene.

Well, our vic had to be
thrown off the building

from some place.

It's broken glass.

It's got to be from the
suite directly above.

Room 1703 is registered
to Jonathan Demille

from Port Allen,
Louisiana.

Manager says it has
the exact same layout

as room 1603,
Alex Baker's room,

just directly
one floor above.

Look, there's a card
still in the lock.

That's weird.

Way weird.

Try the one
the hotel manager gave you.

This is our crime scene.

She goes by the name
Psycho Kitty.

You sure you haven't seen her?

What are you doing?

You're supposed to be
looking for Psycho Kitty.

Did you see her?
I may have been

too judgmental of this place,
because she's really cute...

Please, can you focus?

Uh, look at this.
Uh, Captain Kirk.

We'd just like to ask
you a couple questions.

Commander Sisko.

Commander Sisko?

From DS9.

Oh.

You ever see any brothers
on the Enterprise?

Well, there's the one...

Uhura.
Uhura.

She was a sister.

And she answered the phone.

I'm a commander.

Okay, we have that in common.

Listen, my partner and I
are looking for this person.

Have you seen her?

Sure, that's Psycho Kitty.
I'd like to

beam her up
to my quarters.

She hangs out
with the Plushies

at the Furry Fandom exhibit.

The Plushies at the...?

Do you know what Psycho Kitty's
real name is?

Gail Woodson?

Yes?

Alex and I met
on an online message board.

We started talking
on the phone.

And, um, you know, we
liked the same stuff:

Monty Python, Neil Gaiman,
Keyboard Cat videos.

Got real serious real fast.

But you guys never actually
met face-to-face?

Not until today.

And I was
pretty nervous.

But then, once I saw him,

I don't know,
I can't explain it.

It was like...

like I'd known him
my whole life.

But then...

Then what?

Then my ex-husband
Trevor showed up.

I don't know, he must have
hacked my e-mail or something,

because he knew we were
going to meet up here.

He flipped out
and he caused a big scene.

Did he get violent?

Trevor said that I couldn't
see Alex anymore,

and that if I did,
he would find Alex,

and when he found him,
he would kill him.

Trevor Wright,
aka Psycho Kitty's ex.

Jacksonville sheriff

just sent down his jacket.

This guy has a stupid, stupid
amount of assault charges.

A temper, huh?
He's violated probation

by being here at all.

Which is two years
mandatory.

Detective Danny Williams.

All right, good.
Thank you.

Put an APB out on
Trevor's rental car.

The just found it parked

at Kailua Beach.

Trevor Wright.

Five-O. Hey!

Five-O! Hey!

Don't make me run!

Hey, buddy, need a lift?

I guess that's a no.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Alex Baker.

Who the hell is Alex Baker?

Alex Baker is the guy
that you threatened

in front of your ex-wife and a
couple hundred other witnesses.

You didn't get his name before
you threw him off the balcony?

Super dork? He's dead?

I'm going to put this together
for you, all right?

This morning you threatened
to kill Alex.

Two hours later he's dead.

You see the
connection there?

There's a connection.
You got that?

No way. Look, I just
wanted to scare him.

But after he ran away,
Gail unloaded on me.

Made it clear we were never
going to be together again.

So I was upset.

I left the convention,

and came out here.

Took one of those
dolphin watching cruises.

Hmm.

Shirt pocket-- check it.

Dolphin Excursions.
11:00 a.m.

There's at least
a dozen people

that can put me on
that boat today.

Dolphins.

Yeah, okay, got it.

That was McGarrett.
Their suspect checks out.

Alibi's rock solid.

What'd you get?
Jonathan Demille,

the name this room
is booked under,

has been dead
for nearly a year.

But a credit card
was opened up

with his name and social
a few months ago.

It's called ghosting.

That's when you
take the identity

of someone recently deceased
and then you rack up charges

until the credit card company
wises up.

And here I am paying
18 and a half percent interest?

Well, here's a $30,000 watch.

Maybe you can use this
to pay off your debts.

Ripe for the taking, which means
this wasn't a robbery.

Someone tossed this room looking
for something specific. Right.

Still doesn't explain how our
vic ended up in this room.

I had the manager
run the key card

we found in the lock
this morning.

It was programmed
for room 1603.

Okay, so then why would
our friend Alex Baker

use his room key
to try to get in here?

Okay, well, get this.

The hotel records show he signed
for drinks at a bar this morning.

So I had Max run
his blood alcohol.

It was three times
the legal limit.

This guy was blasted.
So he leaves the convention and hits the bar

to drown his sorrows.
Rides the elevator up,

gets off at the wrong floor.

Right, and in these hotels,

all the corridors
look exactly the same,

and he's too wasted
to notice his mistake.

Meanwhile,
someone's ransacking this room

and then they hear
Baker at the door

trying to get in with his key.

They pull him inside
and they tie him up.

Because as far as they know,
he's their man.

Kono, we need to find
whoever booked this room.

They're our only lead
to catching our killer.

Where did you find this?

It was recovered in the course
of an active homicide investigation.

Homicide?

I don't understand.

What does this have
to do with us?

A man was murdered this morning, and
that watch was at the crime scene.

When I ran
the serial number,

it came back as registered
to your husband.

Mrs. Davis,
may I speak with him, please?

Well, Richard's out of town on
business. He's expected back tonight.

Wait, you don't think

he had something to do
with this, do you?

His watch was at the scene.

Well, then Richard couldn't
have been involved.

This watch was stolen
from our house three days ago.

Did you file a police report?
Of course.

The gave me a copy.
I'll go get it.

Look, it's right here.

Well, looking at what was taken

it could have been a lot worse.
That's quite a collection.

Do you think the person that
robbed us killed somebody?

At this point,
we don't know.

But just consider
yourselves lucky

you weren't home when they hit.

Stephen McGarrett?

As requested.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

You, what's your name?

Wo Fat.

Yeah?

Housekeeping.

No-no, thank you.
I'm good.

There should...

There should be a
sign on the door...

We need to talk.

How'd you find me here?

It's above your pay grade.

We need to talk.

I told you there's nothing
I can share with you.

I'm going to do something for you that
your agency has a problem with, okay,

and that's be honest
with you for just a second.

You got two options
the way I see it right now.

The first one is that
I walk out of here.

The second one is that you
tell me what's really going on,

because that's the only way
you get to know what I know.

You understand?

Okay, fine.

I really wish
you would have knocked.

I did, twice.

What, are you moving in here?

Nobody unpacks
in a hotel.

Habits of a clean freak.

Really?

How long you been
tracking the Yakuza?

Longer than you.
And you read the State Department

report outlining how they
launder their money?

I'm listed in the footnotes
as a source.

So you're a subject matter
expert?

That's why they brought you in?
I know as much as the next gal.

You know what?

We got off
on the wrong foot.

And I think it's my fault.

I shouldn't have been
kicking your door in. I'm sorry.

I mean, of course

I'm going to cooperate with
the agency in any way I can.

In fact, you know what
I'm going to do?

I'm going to call
Director Hadley right now

and I'm going to officially
offer my services

to your task force, because that's
the kind of freedom the Five-O has.

Stop. Stop it.
Hang on.

Stop!

You obviously already know
I'm not on official assignment.

You're not even
a field agent.

You're a low-level analyst, and
that suit you wore this morning

playing grown-up with me
in my office,

probably cost you
two weeks' salary.

I bet... I bet you've never
even left your desk before.

You need to leave.

I think you've
gone rogue

to hunt down a man named Wo Fat.

A couple of months ago
I met him

on the 18th hole.

He was playing a round of golf

with the men that killed
my mother.

And if he's working
with them,

you need to tell me right now.

There's something
I need to show you.

Not here.

I ID'd our missing thief,

Jonathan Demille, and pulled a
statement from his credit card.

All right, well,
at the very least,

he's stimulating
the local economy.

We got $1,000
at a skate shop.

Another few hundred
at a video game store.

The last couple of weeks
he spent almost 20 grand

at a strip club.
A place called Femme Nu.

You cannot spend that kind of money
without attracting some attention.

Someone over there has got to be
able to point us towards this guy.

And maybe he can point us
towards our killer.

Let's go.

How you guys doing?

What can I get you?

We're actually looking
for a customer of yours.

His name is Jonathan Demille.

Oh, you mean Johnny D.

Yeah, sure
I know him.

But, you know, you guys aren't
the only ones looking for him.

Why? What do you mean?

Well, there's this big
guy in a tracksuit,

buzzed hair, goatee.

You could just tell
he was bad news.

Well, that guy just dropped
an innocent man

off a balcony,
thinking he was Johnny D.

I didn't-I didn't tell him
where he could find Johnny D.

Couldn't have
if I'd wanted to.

You don't find Johnny D,
Johnny D finds you.

That's very spooky.

Uh, when is the last time
that Johnny D found you?

Tuesday, when his girl
Tiffani's working.

Tiffani? Is she here now?

No, she's off today.

All right, so the girl's name

is Tiffani Martin.

I just pulled
her phone records.

All right,
these are text messages.

Yeah, I'm going to run
a key word search

for Johnny's name.

And... here we go.

It looks like they've been

going back and forth
for a few weeks.

Okay, see if you can't find
his real name

or an address off the account.
Yeah.

Damn. No.

It's a pre-paid cell.
It's untraceable.

You don't find Johnny,
he finds you.

You gonna quote
this schmuck now?

I can spoof Tiffani's cell

and make it look like
she's sending him a text.

Lure him here.
I like it.

But move over, please,
because I'm going

to do this because it should
be very filthy,

and you're a young lady.

Okay, well, it's all set up
so whatever you send

is going to look like it's
from Tiffani's cell. Got it.

"Hey, stud."

That's not your lead in, is it?
What do you want?

I'm trying to sound
like a stripper.

Try harder.

Okay.

"If you are available..."

What?

That's so bad.
Get out of here.

Oh, go ahead.
I'm embarrassed for you now.

Go ahead, go ahead.
Really I am.

And send.

That's, uh, that's effective,
I guess.

It worked. Wow!

All right.
Girl's got game.

Damn.

Wo Fat was one of the good guys.

He started his career

as an intelligence agent
for the Chinese MSS.

Quickly became
one of their best.

I got the highlights
from your investigation file.

He worked counterintelligence
at the 6th Bureau.

He reached the rank of colonel
and then

he suddenly
disappeared, right?

Disappeared for years.

Whatever he was doing,
he must have realized

that government work
doesn't pay too well,

because when he
resurfaced, he was already

a major player
in the criminal underworld.

I'm sorry,
what did you just do?

I'm sorry, what?

That. What was that?
What happened?

Oh, you mean my gum?

Oh.

Yeah, with your gum.

This is a computer,
it's not your high school desk.

Thank you.

Uh, how many bodies
have you put on Wo Fat?

23 that we know of.

CIA's been tracking his
movements for nearly a decade,

but every time we think
we're close, he vanishes.

It's like he's
playing with us.

Then a few months ago,
I tracked him to Hawaii.

He paid a visit to
someone you know.

Victor Hesse.

The man who
killed my father.

Wait a minute.

I didn't know Victor Hesse
worked with Wo Fat.

He doesn't work with Wo Fat.

He works for Wo Fat.

Same with the Yakuza.

None of them makes a move
without his approval.

Are you trying to tell me

that Wo Fat ordered
my father's murder?

I believe so.

No, no.

That doesn't make sense.

Victor Hesse killed my father

because I wouldn't release
his brother.

Victor Hesse arrived in Hawaii
before you captured his brother.

How could he have
anticipated that?

I believe that Wo Fat
sent him here to do a job.

To murder my father.

I'm sorry.

Okay, you know what else
doesn't make sense to me?

Why would you
break away from the Agency

to hunt Wo Fat alone, huh?

Why not work
through the channels?

You got the CIA behind you.

What's going on?

Three years ago, I was working

the Central Asia desk at Langley
when I uncovered a series

of illegal arms deals
being brokered out of China.

My team ended up tracing them
back to Wo Fat,

somebody who wasn't even
on the Agency's radar yet.

I was the first one
to put a name to the face.

But I got too wrapped up
in the hunt.

I tracked him to an
arms deal in Macau.

An agency grab team

was dispatched based on my intel.

But it was a setup.

They walked right into a trap.

There were no survivors.

My fiancé was on that team.

Oh.

And, uh, as standard protocol,

the Agency removed you
from the case.

Conflict of interest.

But you can't let it go.

After three years of dead ends,

I finally picked up
a solid lead,

discovered that Wo Fat
was here in Hawaii.

So, I took leave from the CIA
to track him down.

Let me ask you a question.

What are you gonna do
when you find him?

Same thing you would do.

Wait here.

This was stolen from my father's
toolbox by Hiro's men.

It's part of the evidence in
a case my father was working on

right before he was killed.

A week ago, this package
was left on my doorstep.

These postcards were inside.

Somebody's obviously trying
to send you a message.

Maybe there's something on the
postcards that you overlooked.

Yeah.

Steve, it's Danny.
We got a lead on Johnny D.

Meet us at Femme Nu.

All right, I'm on my way.

Okay, you've become acquainted
with my office already.

Feel free to use it
for as long as you need.

You're an analyst.

Analyze these.

You sure about this?

I plan to find Wo Fat.

And if he's as elusive
as you're saying that he is,

I'm gonna need
all the help I can get.

You and I,
we'll meet tomorrow.

Onofun Noodle House,
it's on Lewers, 8:00 p.m.

I'll be there.

Be there.

Oh, and, Kaye.

Yeah?

We're gonna get along just fine.

All right, hold up.

This might be him.

Here's Johnny.

Whoa, whoa.
Geez.

Did he really just do that?

Oh, put him out of his misery.
All right.

There a problem, Officer?

Johnny D.

You've been racking
up bar tabs,

keeping the strippers
of Honolulu

in self-tanner and tattoos.

What can I say? I like to
give back to the community.

You like to take
from the community, too.

Come on, the people

that I steal from are insured.

This guy is such a jerk.

Aside from obvious
intellectual impairments,

you have managed to rip
a lot of people off.

But there is something
very tragic here.

You know what it is?

That I won't be seeing Tiffani
for a very long time?

No. Incorrect.

It's that an innocent man
is dead

because of you.

What are you talking about?

That's Alex Baker.

He was booked in

at the Lonopuha.

Somebody thought he was you,
threw him off a balcony.

That's horrible.

Does he have a family?

He had a woman who loved him.

Look, I got word that some guy
was asking around about me.

I spotted the dude the next day.

Big guy in a tracksuit?

Buzzed hair, has lines
shaved into his eyebrows.

Outweighs me

by a hundred pounds.

I took off
before he could jump me.

That's why I was laying low

at the hotel.

Okay, who is this guy?
You know him?

Somebody you ripped off, what?
I doubt it.

People I hit have money.

Money buys class.

This guy was a thug.

Money also buys hired muscle.

Question is:

what'd you steal
that's worth killing for?

Voilà.

Wow.

Why don't you make this easy on
us and just direct us towards

the stuff that is from
your last boost?

Mavis!

Can you bring me
the reports

from last week's
robberies?

Sorry, my secretary
must have stepped out.

Smart-ass,

do you pack the garage
from back to front?

Yes, like a dishwasher.

Okay, good. Then we start here,
we work our way in,

see if we can find
what the killer was looking for,

maybe we find him.
All right, get out of the way, please.

Officer, if he moves,
shoot him.

Anything?

Yeah, I got some
antique silverware.

I got about 100K
in jewelry here.

But I got nothing an
insurance claim wouldn't cover.

What about you?
Got it!

We're all good.

Season four, Cheers.

Funny show.

Hey, Danny.

Check this out.

You...

Why would you steal this?

I always wanted to go to Paris.

You know what,
it's a beautiful city.

And if you ever make it,

you should get yourself a snow
globe, because this is Seattle.

It's the Space Needle,

not the Eiffel Tower,
you schmuck.

What is this?

Memory card
for a digital camera?

I know...
It was in the snow globe.

Where'd you steal
the snow globe?

Look, at the risk
of incriminating myself

any further, I've hit so many
places, it's impossible to say.

Huh.

You think that that's
what the guy's looking for?

There's only one way
to find out, right?

Do me a favor, take
him to the station.

The memory card you found
is password protected.

Looks like 64-bit encryption.

Okay, can you crack it?

Yeah, give me a couple minutes.

Check this out.

Looks like Johnny D's stalker.

I had a sketch artist work up

a composite based on
his description.

HPD showed it around the hotel.

Three employees reported
seeing him there right around

the time that Baker
went over the balcony.

All right, so that's our killer.

Yeah, but I haven't been able

to match the face
to the name though.

All right, I got it.

Looks like one file on the card.

And it's a video.

Okay, it's time stamped.

July 2008.

Wait a minute.

Go closer on her.

I've seen her before.

That's Lindsey Roberts.

She's a local girl from Aiea.

She disappeared in
the summer of 2008.

But there were no
signs of foul play,

so the case went cold until...

they found her body at Mokuleia
National Forest Reserve.

This was ten weeks after
they reported her missing.

Killer was never found.

Okay, if this video was made

right before
Lindsey's disappearance,

then the mystery man on
the video could be her killer.

That's why Alex Baker
was thrown off the balcony.

That's why Johnny D's room
was searched.

This guy is trying to get back

the evidence that could link him
to Lindsey's murder.

Lindsey had this way about her.

She just made everyone around her...

happier.

Listen, I-I can't imagine

what you guys have been through,

losing a daughter.

And I know even now

it must be really
difficult to talk about,

but we do have to ask you
a question.

At the time
of her disappearance,

was Lindsey involved
in a relationship

with anyone?

Lindsey was in her first year

at UH Law.

I mean, between school
and her internship...

there wasn't any time
for boyfriends.

Are you positive?
Look, we said

all of this
to the police

when they took our
statements the first time.

Why are you asking
about this now?

There's something
that we need to show you.

These photographs popped up
in an unrelated investigation.

But we know this was recorded

four days before Lindsey
was reported missing.

Either of you guys

recognize this guy?

Oh, my God.
That's, uh...

That's Davis.
That's Richard Davis.

He was Lindsey's boss.

COD was

blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

The left parietal bone
in Lindsey's skull fractured,

causing intracranial
hemorrhaging.

Were you able to determine
the murder weapon?

No.

No? But...

During the autopsy,
we recovered a wood fiber,

embedded in the skull.

The Chief Medical Examiner
dismissed it as inconsequential.

He explained that

the body was found in the
forest, so it stood to reason

that the wood
could enter the wound.

But you disagreed.

I was an assistant M.E.
at that time,

only two months into the job.

It wasn't my place
to challenge my superior.

Dr. Gold made the ruling, and...

I respected it.

But... the question
always nagged at me.

You kept it.

It took me six months to save up
enough money for the tests.

electroscopic analysis
identified the wood as

northern white ash,
approximately 60 years old.

That does not sound
native to Hawaii.

Correct.

It can be found in the northeast.

In fact, this particular genus

was grown exclusively by

a New York lumber supplier
that provided wood for

a variety of commercial products
in the '40s and '50s.

Rifle stocks, golf clubs,
and, uh, picture frames.

But... the top account at that
time was Schuster & Mills.

An athletic company
whose top seller was...

Wait a minute.

Are you saying we're looking for
a baseball bat from the '50s?

Possibly, yes.

Come on.

You're a genius, Max.

Thank you.

What is this?
Search warrant.

Richard Davis.

What's going on?
Hands behind your back, please.

Mr. Davis, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to speak to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney...

This bat must've
cost a fortune.

It was made to kill pitchers,
not pretty young women.

What are you talking about?

Lindsey Roberts died
from a blow to the head

with a blunt object.

There was a wood fragment
embedded in her skull,

and I'm better the tests
are going to prove

that that fragment came from

this bat.

This is absurd.

Lindsey Roberts
was an intern in my firm

for maybe a couple months
before she disappeared.

Now what happened to her
is-is tragic.

But I had nothing to do with it.

So you weren't having
an affair with her?

No.

This is you and Lindsey.

How do you explain this?

Why don't you
explain this?!

I didn't kill her.

Are you really
still trying to deny this?

I swear, I didn't kill her.

I couldn't have.

I loved her.

We were in a relationship.

Yeah, I-I admit it.

But... but the bat
is in my trophy case.

It's... the photo...
Where did you get that photo?

They're stills, from the
little home video you made.

Let me ask you something.
Did Lindsey even know

that you were recording her?

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

That's me, yes,
that's my office,

but I never made a video.

I wouldn't do that to her.

Something you guys gotta see.

One week

after Lindsey disappears,

five calls from Davis'
direct line at work

to her cell phone.
Why would he be calling her

if he knew she was dead?

Exactly. So we did
a little more digging.

Davis' wife Anne used to
be a public school teacher,

which means she had to
undergo a background check.

So I ran her fingerprints

against the ones
we lifted off the SD card.

It's a match.

Did a little digging in
Anne Davis' financials.

She writes a check
to her personal trainer

for $500 every single month.

A couple days ago,
he gets a bonus check.

$10,000, right?

So we did background
on this guy. Go ahead.

Paulo Bell. 37.
He's got a record.

Aggravated robbery, multiple
weapons charges, battery.

That's a familiar face.

That's because...
he matches the sketch

that you had mocked up

of our suspect, based on
Johnny D's description.

We just found Anne's hired muscle.

Five-O! Hey!

You're under arrest
for the murder of Alex Baker.

When did you learn
of your husband's affair

with Lindsey? I'm not answering
any more of your questions

until my attorney's here.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Davis

has decided to exercise
her right to remain silent.

Unfortunately for Mrs. Davis,

we just picked up
her friend Mr. Bell,

and he was in a...
a much chattier mood.

It's his word,
but he said that you

gave him $10,000

to, uh, retrieve some
stolen property.

In particular,

a snow globe that you said
had great sentimental value.

You know? The guy wasn't
even aware that, uh,

it had evidence of
a murder on it?

So for all intents
and purposes,

Alex Baker,
an innocent man,

was thrown off of a balcony

for a snow globe.

Anne,
What really happened?

When I first suspected Richard
was having an affair, I...

I needed to know the truth.

So I set up a hidden camera
in his office.

Did you confront your husband
with the proof?

No, I never told
him I knew.

That night I e-mailed Lindsey
from his computer.

Asked her to come over.

I just wanted to talk.

But then she admitted

that she was in love with him.

And that he was going to leave
me so they could be together.

I don't know what happened, I...

I just saw the bat, and I...

I didn't mean to kill her, I...

I didn't mean to kill her.

Book 'er, Danno.

On behalf of Lindsey,
and our entire family,

we'd just like to thank
the Five-O task force

and the Honolulu Police Department.

Because of their hard work,
we can now move forward

knowing that justice will be served.

What makes you think
I won't kill you

right here in this restaurant?

The man who strikes first

admits that his ideas
have given out.

Old Chinese proverb.

Say hello to my little friend.

Old American proverb.

Do you honestly believe
I'd come here without

some assurance of my safety?

Where's Agent Kaye?

Heading east, on
Kapiolani Boulevard.

Driving a silver Malibu.

But who can really say?

In any case,

I am sure she'll make it here
without incident.

What do you want?

To know the man
who is trying to know me.

Well, what I know

is that Hiro and Hesse
both answer to you,

which means, at the very least,

you're an accomplice
to my parents' murder.

And at the most,
you're directly responsible.

Interesting theory.

If that theory
pans out,

I promise you...

I will find you,

and next time
it will be on my terms.

A little friendly advice.

I wouldn't dig too deeply
into your family's past.

You might not like
what you find.

Dinner's on me.