Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 22 - Ho'ohuli Na'au - full transcript

♪ ♪

Wow. Keep that look.

Come on, baby.

There you go, there you go.
Yes, yes.

Look right into the lens.
Right in the lens.

Yeah... Yeah, that's the way.

Come on, give it to me.
Let me see it,

let me see it.
Oh, there you go. Yes,

yes, yes.

You're beautiful, Alana.

Yeah, you know it.



You know it.

Yes! That's what
I want!

Right here, right here.
Yes! Yeah.

Yes! Love it, love it.

There it is. We got it!

I'd give three to one, the
cover's in that sequence.

Amy!

Ladies, can we try
some new looks?

Okay, everybody,

back to the changing
tent please?

Uh, new wardrobe,
and back in ten.

These setups
are taking way too long.

You're not getting
tired, are you?

I'm fine.



Sure about that?

I am on the
beach in Hawaii

with the man I love.

I'm way more than okay.

So, baby, I've been thinking
that maybe

we stayed here
a couple more days.

We fly your family in

and we get married.
What do you think? Right here.

Are you serious?

Well, what are we
waiting for?

Right?

You make me so happy.

Go get changed.

We'll talk details
tonight, okay?

I love you.
Okay.

Oh.

Okay.

You okay?

Just peachy.

Hello?

Who's that out there?

Help me!

Help me! Somebody!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Renny!
Help me!

Let me go!
Let me go!

♪ Hawaii Five-O 1x22 ♪
Ho'ohuli Na'au
Original Air Date on May 2, 2010

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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Ho, keikis! Be careful!

Hey, Kono,
can I ask you something?

Sure.

Were you bummed when Jenny Shaun
beat you in the finals

for the Junior Nationals?

Ho, little one,
you cut to the bone, huh?

Yeah, I was pretty bummed.

But then you came back
and beat her at the U.S. Open.

Now, that was fun.

- Suzie! Come on!
- I got to go.

Good job.

How long have you known Suzie?

Five years.

They diagnosed her
with cystic fibrosis

when she was
six months old.

And now she's surfing.

And being in the saltwater mist,
where she can breathe better,

is the best medicine for her.
Yeah.

Thanks for helping out
with my charity, Kono.

Thanks for inviting me.

I can't think of a better way
to spend my day off.

You gotta go?

Sorry.

Hey, remind Suzie
to practice

her pop-up in the hotel room.

You got it.
Thanks.

Cheers, Kawika.

Hey, Kono.

Hey.

All right, so our vic's name
is Renny Sinclair.

He's a big-time
photographer.

He's was in Oahu for three days
shooting a swimsuit spread.

According to witnesses,
Renny was inside his trailer

when it caught fire,
and then exploded.

I'm thinking incendiary device.
Why do you think

it was murder
and not an accident?

Oh, well, if you'll follow me
here, to Exhibit "A"...

we have a 13 mill
steel shackle lock.

The firemen had to cut the door
handle off to get it open.

Once someone slapped that on,

Renny never stood a chance
of getting out.

You guys got to see this.

This might be where our
killer's inspiration came from.

"Worship me"?

What is this,
life imitating art?

Let me tell you something,

Anybody who burns
somebody alive,

and makes him suffer
the way he suffered...

this was personal.

Okay, Kono,
stick with the crime techs

and finish processing the scene.

Chin. You, me and Danny

are going to go talk
to some witnesses.

We'll start with Renny's
closest associates first.

I'm going to talk to these models.
Okay,

Well, just stay with questions that
relate to the case, all right?

What is that supposed to mean?
What it means is

I know you. I'm just saying
stick to the case.

Hey. Hey. They're just women.

Who happen to be insanely hot
and make millions of dollars.

I didn't know either
of those things. Hmm.

You are so busted.

- Are you kidding me?
- Go!

Go!
Get off of me!

Leave him alone!
You shouldn't even be here! Whoa!

Get off!
Hey, hey.

Go! Hey! Hey!

She did it. She killed him.
Hey! Hey!

He didn't love her anymore,
so she killed him.

You are an insane person.
Stay away from me.

Stay away from me.
Whoa, whoa.

What do you got there?

I wanted her to see
what she did.

She didn't just take
Renny away from me,

she took him away
from his child.

All right, just a moment.

Danny, come here.
You come with me.

Come on. Come on. You all right?
She's insane.

What makes you think
Jordan killed Renny?

She was, uh...

She was jealous
of Renny and me.

Do you still love Renny?

What does that have to do
with anything?

Well, it's relevant. I mean
you guys were a couple, right?

Six months ago.

Okay, well, he and Alana
were about to have a baby.

They were going to get married.

Obviously it kills any chance

of reconciliation
for you guys, right?

I was over Renny.

Jordan wasn't over him.

After Renny broke up with her,
she totally lost it.

Fell apart. I mean...

I don't think she ever
really recovered.

After we broke up,

I wished him well,
and I never looked back.

If he wanted to
be with Alana,

I wasn't going to stand
in the way of that.

She couldn't stand
seeing us together.

Seeing us happy.
Why would I have taken this job

if I wasn't over him?

If I was to turn down every job

because of past relationships
with photographers,

I wouldn't have a career
in this industry.

I know this may sound corny,

but Renny was everything to me.

I don't know where I go
from here.

You go home,

you grieve,
you get strong.

Everyone knew Jordan
still had a thing for Renny,

but she was a complete pro
during the shoot.

Where was she before
the fire started?

Uh, she was supposed to be
in the changing tent,

but I was running around getting
ready for the next set up,

so I can't tell you
for sure.

What about the other models?
How'd they get along with Renny?

From what I can tell,
everyone loved Renny.

How long have you been
working with him?

Um, tomorrow will be a week.

I was a local hire.

To be honest,

I don't even know
most of these people's names.

Was there anyone on set today
who wasn't here working?

Any visitors?
Anyone hanging around

the trailer who wasn't
supposed to be?

There was this guy. Um,

he drove a silver Porsche.

I only remember
because Renny told me

to make sure he was
allowed to drive on

and park next
to his trailer.

Did you get a name or
a license plate number?

I was just told to look out

for a friend of his
driving a silver Porsche.

I waved him on the set
and that was it.

I never even saw
what he looked like.

Excuse me.

Uh, Charlie Fong?

I'm Officer...

Kono. How are you?

I'm... good.

That's great. It's really good
to see you again.

I'm sorry. Do I...?

Do we know each other?

I knew you wouldn't remember.

Okay. Um...

Let's get started.

I pulled the data
that you sent over

from the Renny Sinclair
crime scene

and put together
a little reenactment.

Here we have
the two gas cans

that you collected
as evidence.

One was placed
on the exterior,

underneath your
victim's trailer,

and the other was
placed on the interior,

under the bathroom sink.

We never worked
a case together.

No, we haven't.

As I was saying--
once the exterior frame

caught fire, the flames set
off this second gas can,

immediately engulfing

the interior of the trailer.

All right. Were you
able to analyze

the gas sample
we recovered?

I'm running it
through GCMS now.

If it's a viable sample,
it'll tell us

what station this gas
was purchased at.

Very cool.

Yeah. It's amazing.

Chemically speaking.

All right,
so what else do we know?

Found something
inside your melted gas can.

What is all that?

Can't see what it is
from the X-ray,

so I'm having one
of the other techs

take it to an industrial oven.

The only way to extract it

is to carefully melt away
the plastic.

Did you graduate
from Kukui High?

Nope. Punahou.

You're not going
to make this easy, are you?

Just the crime solving stuff.

Yeah. Yeah,

I got it. 3:00.

I'll be there.

Yeah.

What's going on?

That was I.A.

They want to see me
this afternoon at 3:00.

Your uncle talked
to them, didn't he?

He told them it wasn't me.

And he told
them my Auntie

was dying and needed
a new kidney,

so he stole the $200,000 out
of the asset forfeiture locker

to save her life.
And now, of course,

I.A. officially
reopens the case.

Look, Chin, listen, this
is going to clear your name.

Yeah, it will.

But at what cost?

My uncle was a
righteous cop, Steve.

In his 25 years, he put away
hundreds of criminals--

guys that deserved
to be off the street.

And if he's found guilty,
they'll enact judicial review.

All of his past convictions
can be called into question.

Guilty men will walk
straight out of prison.

So let me call the governor.

No.

It's my problem.

I'll handle it.

What's with him?

His uncle's about
to be arrested.

What did he do?
He told the truth?

Yeah.

Chin's been carrying
this secret for so long,

he'd rather keep living with it
than see his uncle go to jail.

Where have you
been anyway?

Well, I have been doing my job.

Okay, I thoroughly
questioned all the models

on Renny's photo
shoot this morning.

I bet you did.
Get your mind out of the gutter, okay?

I was strictly business.

Okay, turns out

all the ladies
say the same thing--

Jordan and Alana were both

in the changing tent at
the time of the fire.

So Jordan didn't do it?
What'd I just say?

I mean, unless she can
teleport her body, no,

she didn't do it.
So we got no suspects on this?

Hold on. Relax. Okay?

I had HPD run Renny's financials
and his phone records.

Look at this.
Guy's like a 15-year-old girl.

All text messages,
no phone calls.

Why is a fashion photographer
sending coded texts?

All right. You know what?

I'm going to send this
to Catherine.

She can have the, uh,
the boys in intel

run it through...
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What?
It's not coded texts.

Okay? No need
for your little Ramboette.

Okay, this is not your, uh,
cloak-and-dagger spook speak.

This is Danny's world. Oh?

These are bets.
Bets?

What are you talking about, bets?
Yeah.

Guy had action
all over the place.

BOS minus eight-- that's Boston
Celtics, minus eight points.

NYK, 2.5--
that's the Knicks

minus two and
a half points.

Check you out.
Guy was an animal.

Bets all over the place.
What else you got?

I'll show you.
Look at this.

Guy's got open credit markers
all over Vegas.

Mandalay,
Caesars, Bellagio.

Look at the bank records.

Every dollar that comes in
goes straight back out again.

He's a cash poor
kind of guy.

Yeah, strapped for cash, but
he's still banking bets, right?

So, if he can't come up with
the dough, what does that mean?

It means
he's burning his bookie.

Yeah, then maybe the bookie did
the same thing to him.

Chin.

I knew you'd be here.

Why is that?

'Cause of all
the fishing spots you know,

you never once caught
anything here worth keeping.

I figured you're here more
to think than to fish.

You shouldn't
have come here.

Since I.A. opened
this investigation,

you're in violation

of a department mandate
if you have contact with me.

Uncle, I.A. called me.

I have to appear before a
review board this afternoon.

That's good.

Tell them the truth.

The truth doesn't
matter anymore.

What matters now is
keeping you out of jail.

You don't have
to be silent any longer, Chin.

You owe me nothing.

I owe you everything.

I need you to
go back to I.A.

and tell them
that since Auntie died,

you haven't been thinking
clearly.

Chin...

That you didn't know
what you were saying.

I need you to go back

and tell them that
I took the money.

I'm not telling them that.

Telling them that
could put you in jail.

I'm not lying anymore.

GCMS findings

are back on the gas our killer
used to start the fire.

He bought 87 octane.

That doesn't help us.

87 is the most widely used
octane of gas, but

the additives are a match
to a local chain--

Lex Brodie's Gas.

How many stations are
there on the Island?

Twelve.

So all we have to do is match
this gas sediment fingerprint

to a specific Lex
Brodie Station,

and we know where our
killer bought the gas.

Exactly.

What are you so happy about?

We now have to collect samples
from 12 different stations.

That's cool.
I need gas anyway.

Cool tech.

You're not the only
nerd on the block.

Let's roll.

I think I just found
that mystery guest

who paid a visit
to our vic this morning.

Witness I spoke to said
he was driving a silver Porsche,

right?
Right.

I pulled this off a traffic
cam near the crime scene.

Time code places it
on the road right around T.O.D.

Perfect. You run the plates?

Mm-hmm.

Comes right back
to a shell corporation.

It's just the kind of move
you'd expect from...

Derek Marcum.

You know him?
Yeah.

I busted him years back
when he was small-time.

Now he's major league.

Actually, he runs most of the
betting action on the Island.

Oh, he's a bookie, huh?

Mm-hmm. I wonder if Marcum
was taking bets from our vic.

Oh, we have evidence that says
Renny had a gambling problem.

How do we find this guy?

You don't.

From what I hear,
he's by referral only.

Okay, we just have
to find somebody

who can give us an introduction.

♪ ♪

Okay, so, all the bets were
texted to Marcum's prepaid cell.

I took the numbers
and made a client list.

Okay, good. We just get one of
Marcum's clients to give him up.

Yeah, I got the perfect guy.
Real whale.

Oh, yeah, a high stakes gambler?
No, he's literally a whale.

I'm paying you
for your energy

and your passion.

Come on!

You got to feel
the shave ice,

you got
to be the shave ice.

Come on, supersize that thing.

Come on!

It's 120 in here,
and I'm gonna pass out.

You like pass out
before or after I pay you?

Hey.
Ah.

Hey, my haole brothers
from another mother.

How you doing?

Howzit? What's with the muppet?

That's an economic stimulator.
Oh.

Brah, this is Hawaii.

Shave ice everywhere.

Saturated market.

It's all about
distinguishing your product,

maximizing your brand awareness.

Well, if you wanted more cash,

maybe you shouldn't have taken
Northwestern last week.

Oh, me? No.
I don't gamble for money, bro.

I'm afraid that's not true.

We know you have
an open account with Marcum.

No, no, no, never.
Never do that.

Oh, I believe you.

Look, this is what I'm gonna do.

I got this number off
of Marcum's phone records.

I'm gonna call it
right now,

and, uh,
I don't know,

we'll see
whose phone rings.

You gonna get that?

Grandma.

Hi, dear.

Okay, look,

I don't do
this a lot,

and I'm only
down a little.

No, no, you're not down
a little.

You have not won a bet
in six months.

Okay, you are the worst gambler
of all time.

I try. That's all I can do.

Kamekona, listen,
we need to find Marcum, okay?

That's a tough
bugger to find.

Okay, well,
that-that bugger

is a suspect
in a murder investigation.

And I never seen him.

Okay, but you owe him money,
right?

So does everybody else
who gambles.

Okay, fine.

That's why
you're gonna call his people.

You're gonna tell them
that you're not gonna pay

any of the money back,
not a cent,

and if they got a problem with
that, they know where you work.

No, I can't do that.
I got to pay 'em.

You don't understand.

These are big,
scary guys.

Big scary guys, huh?

This is Kame.

Uh, yeah, I forgot.

Three, two, four, four.

Yeah.

If you want the money
that I owe you,

you're going to have
to come here

and take it from me,

because I am not paying.

That's it. Lesson learned.

If I live through this,
I'm never gambling again.

Yeah, right.

How much you like to bet?

Hmm?

Oh.

All right, last one.

Hey, boss.

Hey, Kono,
you finish collecting

those gas samples yet?

Yeah. We just got the last one.

We're heading back to the lab now
to see if we can land a match.

Okay, fine.
Listen, we think

we may have a suspect
that we want to move on, okay,

but we're gonna need
some evidence first.

So, let me know
when you get something.

Copy that.

No pressure.

Why don't you put on some tunes.

That always dials down
the pressure.

Yeah. That's a good idea.

Looking for your
Boyz II Men?

♪ ♪

I haven't listened to them
since I was ten years old.

"On Bended Knee"
was your favorite.

Camp Waimea.

That's where I knew you from.

Keep trying.

So, Kamekona,

what's this about you
not wanting to pay Marcum?

You play dumb?

Answer me.

You like getting lickins?

I'm sorry.

I just overheard--
did you say "lickings"?

You know how difficult
it is to sound

like a tough guy when you
use a word like "lickings"?

You should try "beatings." Like,
"I'm gonna give you a beating."

It works, trust me, on a lot
of different levels.

Five-O, guys.

Let's go
take a seat,

keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

Let's have a little chat
about what's going on.

Cool.
All right.

Danny.
Got him.

Let me ask you a question:
what part

of "sit down and chat"
did you not understand,

huh?

Open the door.

Stay there,
stay there.

All right, come on.

Go through. Go.

Let's go, everybody up.
Up, up, up, up, up right now.

Into the office.

Let's go,
huddle, huddle, huddle.

All right,

nice, huddle up
the back there,

keep each other warm
with your bodies,

take a seat
on the floor.

Very good.

Now, take a seat.

Derek Marcum,
you stay standing.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

That way everybody gets
to go home

at the end of the day,
all right?

Gentlemen, I take it you're part

of Honolulu's
law enforcement community.

What, uh...

what gave us away?

You're wearing a tie in Hawaii.

Do us a favor, take a seat.

I want to ask you
a couple questions.

So what's this about?

This is about Renny Sinclair.

We have you on camera
leaving a photo shoot

right after Renny was killed.

Renny's dead? What happened?

Well, what I think happened

is that he owes you
a gambling debt

and you couldn't come up with
the dough, so you killed him.

I didn't kill him.

Renny was a friend.

I don't use that word lightly.

Okay, all right,
but just so I understand,

he did owe you money, right,
and you obviously wanted it.

Hypothetically speaking,

if I were involved
in illegal bookmaking,

I wouldn't kill a client.

Dead clients tend to have
trouble clearing debts.

He's got a point.

That being said,
in this hypothetical situation,

no, Renny did not owe me
a gambling debt.

Okay, so

what were you doing
at the photo shoot?

I'm in a cash
business, gentlemen.

Sometimes that leaves
me with a reserve.

From time to time I lend that
reserve out for a profit.

Renny came to me,

he asked to borrow some money,
I gave it to him.

How much?

$291,570.

That's a very specific amount.

Did he tell you what it was for?

You know, banks ask those kind

of questions of their clients;
I don't.

What's that?

That's how he was
going to repay me.

He signed over the
first 400 large

of his book's
profits to me.

Renny mints cash
with these things.

Okay.

If this contract is legit...

...then that helps your cause.

But if it's not, that proves
to us that you did not want

Renny alive to dispute
your claims.

In the meantime,
let me see your hands.

We're changing venues.

For what, gambling,

lending money?

You do realize I'm
gonna post bail

and be out in a few hours?

Yeah, that's true, but it'll
give us a little time to decide

You don't know me from surfing.

Nice try, though.

Bingo.

The gas your killer used
to torch your vic

was purchased
on Miahi Avenue

near Kukapu.
Nice.

So hopefully our killer used
a credit card

so we can pull those receipts

and cross-reference
with any suspects.

Hey, hey, we'll
need to run this

through handwriting
analysis,

okay, verify that Renny
actually signed it.

All right, we also
have to make sure

that he didn't sign
it under duress.

And there's the $291,570--

a very specific
amount of dough,

obviously for something
very specific.

Know what?
I'll have HPD

forensic accountants dig
deeper into his financials,

see if they can find
that exact amount anywhere.

All right?
Hmm.

Look, I'm gonna tell I.A.
that I took the money.

If you're calling to talk me
out of it, don't bother.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm calling
to say good luck, okay?

Mahalo.

Against my better judgment,
Officer Kelly,

this board will entertain
your statement

with regards
to the missing money

from the asset
forfeiture locker.

Chairman Akahoshi...

my uncle was devastated
by the death of my aunt,

and in a misguided attempt

to help me salvage
my career with HPD,

he tried to implicate himself.

But the truth is...

...I took the money.

Let me understand this.

You were accused
of stealing this money--

an accusation which
you denied and fought

to the point
of resigning from HPD...

That's correct.

And yet now,

after your uncle comes forward,

you're telling us
you took the money?

Yes, sir, that's correct.

He was lying

to protect me.

How do we know you're not lying
to protect him?

And how would you
explain the fact

that after years of
monitoring your finances,

we've turned up
absolutely nothing--

no large transactions,
no new accounts,

no sign

of that money anywhere.

That's because I never spent it.

♪ ♪

You met with I.A.,
didn't you?

I told them I took the money.

Did they believe you?

Not right away.

They said they'd been tracking
my spending habits for years.

So I told them I didn't
spend any of it.

They then

ordered me to produce
all the money

by the end of the day tomorrow.

Chin, you don't have
that kind of money.

I know.

No one
in our family does,

and you can't go to the bank
'cause they'll know.

So where are you going
to get it from?

You need to go back there
and tell 'em you lied.

Just end this.

It's done.

I'm not going back.

Now you should answer that.

Thank you.

Okay, that was
the handwriting analyst,

who just confirmed that Renny
did sign the contract

turning the proceeds
of the book over to Marcum.

No markers indicate that
it was signed under duress.

Okay, well, that's
definitely going to come

as a shock to Marcum.

Uh, I just got
off the phone

with Renny's attorney
in New York.

Apparently his will supersedes

any other arrangements
he might have made.

Okay, who's, uh,
who's the heir to his estate?

That's where it
gets interesting.

Most of Renny's assets are
to be put into a trust,

all going to a woman
named Pauline Lucero.

Who is Pauline Lucero?

I have no idea; we're running
background right now.

She stood to make a lot of money
from Renny's death.

She's got motive.

Hey.
Hey.

You know that unknown item we
found melted in the gas can?

Yeah.
The lab managed to get it out.

A lighter.

Not just any lighter
It's an Aeros.

These things go
for thousands of dollars.

And our killer used it to light
the fire that killed Renny.

The butane inside heated up
and blew it to pieces.

What do you got?

I thought that
looked familiar.

That's Renny's fiancée.

Alana.
Yeah,

and it's not just the lighter
she's holding.

It's our murder weapon.

Hey.

Can I take a seat?

How you feeling?

As good as I can, I guess.

You remember this?

We shot that in L.A.

Renny insisted
the cake be purple.

They must have
brought five cakes

that weren't
purple enough.

Where'd you find this?

We have reason to believe that
the lighter you're holding

in this picture was the lighter
that was used

to start the fire
that killed Renny.

That was Renny's lighter.

The-the client gave it
to him as a gift

at the end of the shoot.

When was the last time
you saw it?

Yesterday...

in-in Renny's trailer.

Okay. Could he have, uh,

could he have
loaned it to anybody?

That lighter was worth a lot of
money, and Renny cherished it.

I... I don't think he would have
given it to anyone.

But there were a lot of people
on that beach yesterday,

so anyone could have
stolen it from his trailer.

All right.

Listen, have you
ever heard of a woman

named Pauline Lucero?

No. Why?

According to Renny's lawyers,

he had just set up
a trust for her.

A trust?

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

I mean, I...
I know a Shannon Lucero.

She was one of
the first real supermodels.

I used to...

I used to have a picture of her

up in my room
when I was a little girl.

Did Renny know her?

Yeah.

They, uh, they dated
in the early '90s.

I... asked him about it once.

He said it ended badly,
'cause she...

she wanted to get married
and... and have kids,

and he had just
started his career,

and he wasn't ready.

Couple of years ago he heard
she had moved to Milan.

But they...they never really
spoke after the breakup.

Excuse me a sec.

Yeah.

Chin.

HPD forensic accountants took
a look at the amount of money

that Renny borrowed from Marcum,
and get this--

their research turned up
that $291,570

is the exact amount that the
U.S. Department of Agriculture

reports that it costs to raise
a child to the age of 18.

All right, listen,
I think Renny and another model

named Shannon Lucero had
a daughter named Pauline, okay?

Run Shannon Lucero
through Interpol

and the Italian Embassy.

Have Kono cross-reference
the name Lucero

against any receipts
from the gas station

we know the killer went to.

You got it.

How long have you
been working with him?

Um, tomorrow will be a week.

I was a local hire.

Okay, I just got a hit
on those gas station receipts.

Our mystery woman,
Pauline Lucero,

she purchased the gas

the day Renny was murdered.

She's not
a mystery woman anymore.

Say hello to Amy,
the production assistant.

AKA Pauline Lucero.

She's Renny's daughter.

And our killer.

Amy, we need to talk to you.

Amy.

It's over. Come on.

You know what?
Wait a minute.

Pauline, I got to
ask you something.

How could you kill your father?

He wasn't my father.

Yes, he was your father.
No.

He left when
my mom was pregnant.

He never even knew me.

And when my
mother got sick,

he turned his
back on her.

I tried to
contact him...

but he wouldn't
even take my calls.

Okay, I'm sorry,

so... so you killed him?

I had just buried my mother,

and he didn't want to have
anything to do with me.

All right, so you get

a job on his photo shoot

so you can get
close enough to him

to burn him alive.

He wanted to be worshipped.

Well, now he can be.

Well, um,
just so you know,

uh, we did some investigating,
and it seems that your father...

he had a change of heart

when he found out
that Alana was pregnant.

He wanted you
in his life, Pauline.

You're lying.

He set up a trust
in your name.

Started it with

the exact amount of money
he should've spent raising you.

What? Yeah, there's
a private detective

in Italy right now
that he hired looking for you.

Mind your head when
you're getting in the car.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey, Kelly!
Oh, my gosh!

It's so good to see you.

I'm glad you made it.
I wouldn't miss it, darling.

I even dragged my cousin
down to help.

Fong?

Hey, Kono.

I heard

you two lovebirds finally worked

a case together.

Oh-whoa, lovebirds?

Kelly, come on.

Wait. You don't remember?

No, I've been trying, but...

Kelly.

My tenth birthday.

My parents let me
throw a coed party,

and while they
were upstairs,

we played spin the bottle.
Oh, my God.

That's what it is!

Oh! Wait, did we?

You were the first
girl I kissed.

Oh! Now I totally remember.

I'm sorry,
my braces cut your lip.

I'm-I'm a big dork.

Well, I don't remember
my lip getting cut.

But I remember you were
a pretty good kisser.

Still am.

Whoa.

Interesting.

Oh, my...

Wow!

Kawika.

Hey.

Are you a surfer?

Uh, no, no, I'm a cop.

That looks like
a surfer's haircut.

This does? No, I can assure you
this is not a surfer's haircut.

Danno don't even swim.

You gonna start
with me now?

I'm still taking surfing
lessons, so you know. Still.

And the word on the
street is that I shred.

I hear Jersey's pretty good.
I'm sure

he's something.

Can we go back out, Kawika?

Shoots.

Hey, where's Chin?

I don't know, he said he had to
do something before he came.

Five-O, look, I answered
all your partner's questions,

I paid my bail--
I'm done talking about Renny.

I'm not here about that.

Okay. I'm listening.

What use would I have
for the deed to your home?

I need $200,000.

And I need it now.

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