Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 10, Episode 19 - E ho'i na keiki oki uaua o na pali - full transcript

Ooh! Smells good.

Yeah, yeah.

Should I wake up Steve?

No, no, no, uh, he and I
went out late last night.

Yeah.

Ah... yeah!

What you doing there, you pouring
the bacon grease into the batter?

Oh, I'm so glad you're paying attention.

Fat is flavor, son.

Yep, that's, uh, definitely a new one.

Let me tell you a little
something about this recipe.



It helped me seal the deal

with the love of my life.

One taste of Mama Bama's waffles

and she knew there was no going back.

Might want to think about that

when it comes time for you to
land your own special someone.

Actually, I'm kind of seeing

- someone pretty special right now.
- Oh, and how's that going?

It's amazing.

- Sounds like you got it bad.
- Yeah, it's...

You know, we've been
friends for a long time.

- Mm-hmm.
- And I used to lie awake at night,

hoping that it would become

something more, you know, just begging.



And now it has,

I'm still in bed,

lying awake thinking
about the different ways

I can screw this thing up.

Well, if that's the case,

you definitely need this recipe.

Yeah, look, we all mess up sometimes.

But when you do, these waffles are like

a get-out-of-jail-free card.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Hey, you want to, uh, walk me
through that recipe one more time?

- Sure, sure.
- Yeah.

A little more coconut wouldn't be bad.

Yeah, yeah, I got you.

Look at that. Macadamia?

Yeah, nuts. You got it.

Oh, you were killing it out there.

It's a good day for me if
I can make it to the bottom

of the wave without eating it.

Yeah, well,

Tani's been giving me some pointers, but

you're no slouch yourself
out there, Mr. Noshimuri.

It's okay. Trust me.

I'm used to being second
best in the ocean.

My ex-wife was a pro surfer.

And very competitive.

Hey, listen, uh... being away

from Five-O hasn't been easy.

So, you inviting me out like this...

it means a lot, thank you.

Well, I've always known
you to be a good guy, Adam.

And you made me feel welcome
since day one.

And, for what it's worth, I really

hope Steve puts you back on the team.

You and me both.

Well, just give him time.

You know, Steve, he's smart, he's fair.

I'm sure he's gonna come around.

♪ This is my fight song ♪

- ♪ Take back my life song... ♪
- Pretty sure that's you.

♪ Prove I'm all right song ♪

Olivia, hey.

Okay. Calm down, and just
tell me what's going on.

Okay, just stay where you
are... I am on my way.

- Okay.
- Everything okay?

Look, I'm sorry, I got to go.

_

Hey.

Hi, good morning. Welcome
to Cow Poop Valley.

Population, a lot.

Uh, don't mind her... She
was looking at her phone

instead of where she was walking.

There's enough hazards
on this job as it is.

Okay.

Uh, presume we have a Vic...

aside from Tani's boots?

Yeah, follow me.

So, uh, last night,
HPD received a call from

a nearby ranch owner,
who reported that four men

rode through her property on horseback.

They were carrying torches
with rifles slung over

their shoulders, and bandanas covering

their faces.

HPD sent officers up

to talk to the ranch owner to see

if anyone had seen or heard anything.

That's what led them to
here, where they found this.

Good morning, Noelani.

What can you tell us about the Vic?

Daniel Kekaula, 41 years old.

TOD was roughly 1:00 a.m.

Cause of death was a gunshot
wound to the back of the head.

Looks like a few other things

happened to this guy before that.

Yeah, according to CSU,

there's four sets of hoofprints
leading up to the house.

The splintered door suggests
that the riders kicked

the door in and dragged
Mr. Kekaula out here.

After that, the victim suffered
a number of serious bone fractures.

Between the rope burns on
his wrists, the abrasions

on the back of his head, and
the gravel and dirt embedded

into the wounds,

it appears that the victim was

dragged across the ground
at a high rate of speed

for at least several minutes.

"Dragged" as in tied
behind one of the horses?

Faster! Faster!

You like it back there, boy?

Exactly.

- That'll do it.
- The house seems to be undisturbed.

The valuables still inside,
so we can rule out a robbery.

What about revenge?

It's possible these guys
wanted to make Kekaula

suffer before they killed him.

Or maybe they were trying to get

some info out of him
and he wasn't talking.

Well, if that's the case,
I wonder what the hell

this guy knew that would
make all of this worthwhile?

_

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

Where is he?

He didn't come home last night.

I'm sure it's fine.

But what if it's not?

I want you to be honest with me, Olivia.

When was the last time
you saw your father?

Three days ago.
But that's only because

of his new job.

He has to work crazy hours.

Sometimes even travel.

He left me money for food

a-and he calls every night to check in.

Until last night.

It's not what you think!

He's been staying out of trouble.

He's-he's just...

busy.

Well, you know, this is not
getting you out of school.

Go grab your stuff.

I will drive you.

Well, it would appear

that getting dragged behind a horse

was nothing more than a cherry on top

of a cow-patty sundae for your Vic.

How's that?

I've been looking

into Kekaula's finances.

Look, this guy was flat broke.

I mean, the whole nine,
maxed-out credit cards,

multiple liens on the property,

overdue mortgage payments.

For the last couple of months,
this guy's been going in and out

of every banking institution on
the island trying to get a loan

so he can keep his ranch afloat.

They all told him to go pound sand.

Well, this is
an all-too-common

story for paniolos these days.

Especially the, uh, the
smaller ranch-owners.

Yeah, it's getting harder and harder

to make a living off the land.

Given how brutal

this murder was, I just think the guy

just ran out of legitimate places

to try to borrow money and turned

to some more unsavory types.

Sure, but if this was
about recovering a debt,

why didn't they take
any of his valuables?

TV, laptop,

anything they could
sell for a quick buck.

None of that stuff was touched.

All right, Lou, thanks.

Why don't you keep digging into our Vic,

let us know what you turn up?

Yes, sir.

Hey, boss, so, I, uh,
got a pretty good idea

of what our Vic was up to last
night before he was killed.

- Uh-huh.
- According to Noelani,

he turned up with a blood
alcohol level of 0.21.

That's a lot of drinking.

Yeah, I asked around,

and there's a bar not too far from here

where the local paniolos

- like to hang out.
- Oh, right.

Yeah, the Cattle Prod.

- What, you know it?
- I do,

- I do.
- When did you go there?

Oh, you think I had no
life before I met you?

All right, why don't
you, uh, why don't you two

go down, check this bar out,

see if, uh, anybody saw
our victim last night.

This guy was so drunk,
it's possible he found

some trouble that followed him home.

Come on, cowboy.

♪ Livin' in ♪

♪ 'Cause I got friends
in low places... ♪

Oh, makes sense.

You were, uh, in a biker gang.

Uh, no.

You dated a ranch hand?

Joons, there's no big mystery.
It's just a bar.

Sure, it's just a bar

that's an hour away from your
house that you're suspiciously

familiar with.

Can I get you guys anything?

Five-O.

- We just need to ask you some questions.
- Shoot.

Have I seen you in here before?

Oh, maybe once or twice, long time ago.

Okay.

Do you know this guy?

Not really, no.

But... he was in here last night,

if that's what you're asking.

Guy was in a real partying mood,
buying up drinks for everybody.

Not just any old liquor.

- Demolished all my top-shelf tequila.
- You know why?

When a customer's
flashing cash like that,

I don't ask questions.

- I just serve the drinks.
- So, basically,

he was wearing a giant
flashing sign that said,

- "Rob me now."
- Yeah.

Hey, uh, did you notice if anyone

- followed him out when he left?
- Sorry.

It was real busy. I
didn't even see him leave.

This guy get in some kind of trouble?

Yeah, you could say that.
We're gonna need to see

all the receipts for the
credit card transactions

from last night.

Also, if you have any
security cam footage...

Yeah.

Hey, now I remember. Tani, right?

You used to come in for
the Sunday Night Roundup.

The Sunday Night what now?

The Sunday Night Roundup. That's our

weekly line dancing competition.

Tani here won three weeks in a row.

Four. But who's counting?

So, did you hang up your
dancing boots or something?

No. No, I was just... You
know, I figured it was time

to give someone else a chance to win.

Also, things ended

with the cowboy who
introduced me to this place.

Oh, yeah? Don't tell me.

- He broke your achy breaky heart?
- Uh, no.

- He didn't. It was the other way around.
- Okay.

Hey, you ought to come back,
reclaim your crown.

Although I got to warn you, the
competition's gotten stiffer.

Oh, really? Well, if
they're coming for the Queen,

they best not miss.

Who are you?

How's softball?

Coach ever move you to
left like you wanted?

He did, actually.

Oh. Cool.

Maybe you could come
see me play sometime?

I would love to.

But it's complicated.

It's okay.

No, I-I understand.

Here. For lunch.

- No.
- No, take it.

Thanks.

Okay, yeah. And I will pick
you up after school, too.

So, what time is cheer practice done?

Actually, I-I decided

I didn't want to go out
for cheer this year.

What? You were captain last
year. What happened?

I don't know. Just...

The other girls, um, aren't very nice.

The money I gave you for cheer uniform.

Did he take it?

It's okay.

Hey. It's okay.

Come on. Off to school.

I'm gonna find him.

These are all the people

who were at the bar
last night when Kekaula

- was flashing his cash around.
- And none of them

have any priors except for the
occasional drunk and disorderly.

We thought at first

that someone might've followed
him out, but according to

the security cam footage
in the parking lot,

that was not the case.

Kekaula left the bar last
night at 10:00 p.m. by himself.

The next person to leave,

uh, didn't leave until 25 minutes later.

All right, well, we
need to get phone records

from all these people.
It's possible one of them

called the killer and tipped them off.

Okay, hold on. Uh, we're-we're...

we're thinking that this
guy got drug behind a horse

because he was flashing some cash around

at a bar? That doesn't make sense to me.

Number one. Number two,

uh, if he was in debt,

what is he celebrating?

All right, everybody. Spread out.

I got a little something for you.

So, I dug a little deeper
into the finances of our Vic.

It turns out

he actually did get somebody

to finally loan him some money.

Took out a small business loan

from a local credit union,

and he bought himself some
digging and trenching equipment.

For what?

- Irrigation?
- Well, that's part of it.

According to the loan officer,

Kekaula got the bright idea

of turning his ranch
into a macadamia nut farm.

He even hired some hands to
help him turn over the soil.

Well, that makes sense.

I hear there's good
money in macadamia farms.

Yes, sir. But here's where the story

- gets a little...
- Don't do it.

Nutty.

- Nice one.
- There it is.

I caught up with one of the ranch hands

that Kekaula had hired.

The guy tells me that three days ago,

him and his fellow ranch
hands were sitting around,

having a smoke break,

when he notices Kekaula with a shovel,

just digging a hole by himself.

All of a sudden, out of the blue,

he turns to 'em, sends 'em all home

for the afternoon.

And then he tells them,

"You don't have to come back, either."

This guy just took out a loan

for all of this brand-new
digging and trenching equipment,

and then you let go of the guys

who were supposed to run it for you?

What do you think? He found
something on his property,

started this whole thing in motion?

That's exactly what I'm thinking.

As a matter of fact, I'm gonna go out

to the site right now
and see what this...

would-be nut farmer
was trying to dig up.

All right. Keep us posted.

- What do you say, Duke?
- Hey, Cap.

You guys found human remains

- way out here?
- Two sets.

Looks like your Vic
found this burial site

when he was planting
all his macadamia trees.

Would explain why he stopped digging.

That'll do it.

What it doesn't explain,
though, is why finding

these two old skeletons would...

got a guy tortured and killed.

Hey. Didn't expect to
see you again today.

I need a favor.

Would this have

anything to do with that phone
call you received earlier?

I need to track someone down.

- But if you have other plans...
- Oh, no, I...

It's okay. My dry cleaning
isn't going anywhere.

Course, uh,

might help if I knew
who we're looking for.

My ex-husband.

Yeah.

I know.
I will explain everything,

but right now I just
really need to find him.

Jake, my ex, he used to play
in a lot of the local card rooms.

I was hoping you might know some people

who are connected to that scene.

Yeah. Let me make some calls.

Lady and gentleman,

here's what we know.

Now, according to Noelani,

these bones are between
130 and 140 years old.

One male, one female.

Now, these fractures

in the bones in the
breastplate, that would indicate

that the female was
shot twice in the chest.

And the gentleman has one exit wound

through the top of his skull.

Which would suggest that he was shot

- from under the chin, right?
- So we're looking

at a murder-suicide. GROVER: Yeah.

I thought so, too,

but these two were both killed

with two different caliber weapons.

Well, at least
we know how they died.

- Where are we at on IDing the remains?
- Well, the lab

is running DNA sample
through various databases.

But, thanks to property records,

I'm able to tell you who owned

that ranch at the time

those bodies were both buried there.

It was a man by the name

of Abel Ho'okano.

I did a search on his name and found it

in an old article in the
Pacific Commercial Advertiser.

Real feel-good story, too.

Here we have a paniolo

who was working as a local ranch hand.

Decided to travel over
to the mainland to ply

his trade.

And plying actually went pretty good,

because when he returned to Oahu,

he was flush enough
to buy that homestead

and settle down there with his missus.

All right, so, we're
thinking the bones we found

- belong to Ho'okano and his wife.
- Right.

But if this is what our Vic discovered,

why was he out celebrating?

Finding human remains

on your property means you
have to call in the state,

and then they shut down all activity

- to investigate.
- In the meantime,

you can't build. You
can't ranch or farm.

- It makes the land worthless.
- Hmm.

Yo. Yo. So, the lab
just called, and they got

a DNA hit on our
130-year-old man.

It was a familial match in one
of those genealogy services.

Guy's name is

Kip Ho'okano. He lives here on island.

Well, let's hope that Kip can
shed some light on why finding

his ancestor's bones

- is causing all this ruckus.
- Yeah, let's hope so.

He's on his way in now.

You're gonna make a
left at the light here.

I'm sorry to pull you into all this.

I mean, last thing I wanted
to do was have all this

- follow me into my new job.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hey, listen,

you don't have to be sorry, okay?

If there's one thing

I understand, it's wanting

to keep your past in the past.

All right. Right up here.

I never thought I'd
fall for a guy like him.

Older. Divorced. With a kid.

But he was charming.

And Olivia.

The little family we made.

When did you realize he had a problem?

About four months into our marriage.

I had blinders on.

I missed some pretty obvious red flags.

And then one day, I discovered

that he emptied out
our joint bank accounts.

- Hmm.
- He promised

that he would pay it back, of course,

but it's not about that.

I mean, how-how do you
trust somebody after that?

But even then,

I ended up staying
longer than I should have.

Because of Olivia.

Yeah.

Leaving her was the hardest
part about that whole thing.

You know, we still keep
in touch, of course.

And I see her often enough to make sure

that her dad's staying out
of trouble, which he has been.

Until now.

He stole money from his own daughter.

All right? That's a new low.

- If he's willing to do that...
- Hey, it's gonna be okay.

You'll see.

We're gonna find him.

Really, thank you.

I'm so sorry to dump

all of this on you.

I mean, I haven't told
anybody that I was married,

not even Steve.

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not really a sharer.

Oh, yeah.

Nearly impossible to make it
here as a rancher these days.

Land's too expensive.

Cheap meat from China's priced
everyone out of the market.

That's why I went into accounting.

I wrangle
numbers.

This is just to remind
me where I come from.

So, how exactly are you

related to Abel Ho'okano?

Oh.

Abel was my great-great-uncle.

If you don't mind me asking,

what's this case you're investigating?

The person who now owns

Abel's land was killed, so we're just

trying to get to the
bottom of what happened.

Hmm.

Well, as you probably know, that ranch

hasn't been in my family
for over a hundred years,

so... I'm not sure how I can help.

That being said,

I can't say I'm too surprised.

Why's that?

Well, because that land's cursed.

Uh, at least, that's what
my father always told me.

Oh, yeah. No, that's
why my family sold it.

You know, I typically don't
buy into stuff like that,

but that ranch has brought

nothing but heartache to
anyone who's ever owned it,

starting with Great-Uncle Abel himself.

So, this...

so-called curse...

Walk us through that, would you?

Well, let's see.

Around 1870 or so,

Abel sets off to the mainland
with his friend, Buddy Makoi,

to seek out their fortunes.

Now, they made it to Colorado,

where legend has it

they came into a small fortune
of Civil War-era gold coins.

Now, the story that's been passed down

is that they won it through gambling,

although some say violence was involved.

Now, whatever happened,
it's a matter of fact that the two of 'em

brought the money home and used it

to buy adjoining ranches in Kaneohe.

Now, see, the problems started

when they couldn't agree on what to do

with the rest of the gold.

And that disagreement
eventually turned violent.

Abel's wife was killed

by a member of the Makoi family.

So my great-uncle grabs
the rest of the coins

and takes off for the mainland.

He was never seen again.

You know, to this day,
there's still bad blood

between the two families
over what happened.

That story's lived
on for over a century.

At least amongst the Ho'okanos

and the Makois.

Well, Mr. Ho'okano,

I'm afraid that, um, it turns out

your great-uncle never did
make it to the mainland.

All right. So,

the family legend got one thing wrong:

Abel Ho'okano didn't flee with the gold.

There's no way he could have.

I mean, his bones reveal
that he shot himself

standing in the same
grave he dug for his wife.

So if Abel

actually did take this
gold to the grave with him,

that would be what
our Vic stumbled across

when he was tilling the soil,

a bag of coins that, today,
would be worth millions.

Well, it certainly would explain

why he was out celebrating that night.

The guy was up to his eyeballs in debt

- and literally just struck gold.
- All right.

Maybe he let slip his
discovery to the wrong person,

which explains why he was dragged

around his property
until he was murdered.

Somebody was clearly
trying to get out of him

where he'd stashed those coins.

Hold on.

Abel Ho'okano's partner
from back in the day,

- Buddy Makoi...
- What about him?

I've-I've seen that name before.

When we ran the names of
everyone who was at the bar

that night with the Vic.

Raymond Makoi. Maybe he's a descendant.

Well, he certainly

would understand the
significance of our Vic

finding that gold on
that particular property.

The Makoi family ranch...

It's under three miles

from our vic's property.

It's accessible by road

or horseback.

All right. I think it's time
we paid the Makois a visit.

_

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

Okay, they're gone.

Yeah, but wherever
they went, it looks like

they took enough firepower
to arm a small country.

Steve! Danny!

Look halfway up that second ridge there.

See where I'm pointing?

Ducking behind the tree line now.

Yeah. I made out three,
maybe four guys. On horseback.

They probably got a few ahead of 'em.

All right. They got a good head start.

Let's get after 'em.

Good luck getting a
squad car up that trail.

No, we're not driving up there.

Maile.

Thank you for meeting me.

You didn't mention you were
bringing someone with you.

Listen, the sooner you tell
us what we need to know,

quicker we'll be out of your hair, okay?

You know this guy?

Please.

Sure.

Jake. He was coming around here

quite a bit lately,
until a few days ago.

And then what happened?

He hit a bad streak.

Or, rather, it hit him.

Haven't seen him since he went bust.

Well, thank you, Maile.
That was quick and painless.

You still owe me.

No wonder Olivia hasn't seen him.

Hey. Don't worry.

We'll keep looking
until we find him, okay?

You don't understand.

Jake is at his worst
when he's chasing a loss.

He gets desperate,

and there's nothing he
won't do to keep playing.

We got to find him,

before something bad happens.

For Olivia's sake.

Hey.

I got an idea who might be
able to help us. Come on.

All right,

since McGarrett's gonna ride
up the trail after these guys,

we're gonna have to cover this route

that goes all the way
behind the Kualoa mountain.

So here's what we're gonna do.

The road ends here.

Gonna drive up to this point,

come out and organize a roadblock here.

All right, someone should
stay back here at the ranch,

just in case they double
back around this way.

Good thinking.

All right. So,

I'm gonna follow their tracks

up this trail right here,
all the way to the top.

We can get a vantage point,
see which way they went.

Or... this being the 21st
century and all... we could get

a chopper in the air
and locate them that way.

Foliage is way too dense.

Chopper's just gonna see tree cover.

Who's riding with me? Lou?

- You got experience.
- With my back?

Are you kidding? I'll be in
bed for the month. No way.

- Junior, let's go.
- Oh, I, uh...

I don't mess with horses.

- What?
- Yeah.

No. These boots are made
for dancing, not riding.

Oh, my God.

Whatever. I'll ride alone.

- Okay?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What-what am I,

an empty chair? I c... I can
ride a-a little trail ride.

Don't you think?

Danny, I've seen you on a horse.

It's not... it's not good.

That was a long time
ago. That was, like,

seven years. Maybe I've, uh...

maybe I've progressed as a rider. Okay.

Have you... have you progressed?

I think I have. I've been
taking riding lessons with Grace.

It's a father-daughter
bonding experience.

Why don't you try to keep up?

All this and they still got
time to argue. Isn't that nice?

Well, looks like they're sticking

to the trail.

Yeah. For now.

And you don't have to, um...

you don't have to talk like that.

Excuse me?

You're doing a... like, a
James Coburn cowboy thing.

It's not a movie. We're just real life.

You can talk like a person.

All right, if we're talking Pat Garrett

and Billy the Kid, I'm
definitely Kristofferson.

Oh. You-you think, between you and I,

you'd-you'd be Kristofferson?

You're definitely not Kristofferson.

Not with that haircut.

Oh, you're gonna go with
my physical appearance now.

You know what that
is? That is a sure sign

that you have, uh, a lack of
confidence in your argument.

Oh, you're still mad
at me 'cause I picked you last.

Well, I'm a very good rider.

I-I have a lot of skill on a horse.

So, yeah, I resent, uh,

your assumption to the, uh...

- to the contrary.
- Uh-huh.

You know what, I can, um...

I can hear you at night.

- Why don't you get some earplugs?
- No, I mean

I-I hear you walking around,
pacing back and forth.

I know you're not sleeping.

- So what?
- I just...

Maybe you want to talk,
tell me what's going on.

Uh, you just said it. I'm
not sleeping right now.

That's it. Nothing left to say.

But it's a new thing.
I mean, when I moved in

a couple months ago,
it wasn't like that.

So I wondered if maybe something
changed, something going on.

I got a lot on my mind.

That's it. Okay?

Okay. Well, like I said,

I'm here if you want to talk, you know?

And even when I don't to, huh?

I appreciate it. Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is it?

Looks like they split up here.

I think I know why.

Don't move.

Stand up.

Slow. Slow. Turn around.

Cuff him, Danno.

- Kaipo, brah.
- Grab his radio, Danno.

- Heard the shots. What's going on?
- All right, that's your cue, Kaipo.

You're gonna tell him you saw
two cops, you shot 'em both.

No? Okay.

Well, the next two shots
might not be in the air, so...

it's up to you.

Hey, Uncle Ray.

I just saw two cops, brah.

I took 'em both out.

Good. Grab their weapons
and meet us at the cabin.

Roger that.

Good job. Why don't we go see
Uncle Ray at the cabin now?

Only a few joints on the island,

they will let you gamble on credit.

Them bad news, brah.

Those the kind of vultures
who charge ten points a week.

And, trust me,

you cannot pay,

those ten points outnumber
your fingers so fast.

Do you know anyone who
works at those games

or can at least get eyes on them?

Come on, sistah.

I always got friends in low places.

You know where Jake took
me on our second date?

Olivia's soccer game.

Most guys, they would've waited
months before they introduced me

to their kid.

And when I mentioned that to him,

he said he didn't want to waste time.

Olivia was always gonna
be the center of his world.

And if I wasn't on board with that,

he wanted to know
sooner rather than later.

He can be such a good dad.

Warm, kind.

Loving.

All the things

I always wished that my father
was, but I never got from him.

I guess maybe that's why
I was so drawn to him.

See?

Sharing isn't so bad, is it?

It's Olivia.

- What do I tell her?
- Just tell her what you'd want to hear.

Olivia. Hey.

No. We haven't found him yet, but, um...

but I'm thinking that we have a
good idea of where he might be.

That's right.

Everything will be okay.

I'll keep you posted, I promise.

Okay, bye.

You handled that great.

Yeah.

I just hope I won't have
to take it all back later.

Whoa.

There's a cabin through the trees there.

How many inside?

Hey.

Three.

Here.

Shh.

Let's take up cover behind
those rocks over there,

see what we can see.

Changing!

Moving.

- I'm out.
- I got three bullets left.

What do we got?

- I count seven of 'em.
- Seven of 'em.

Three bullets. That's great.

I got a plan.

- You do?
- Yeah.

- Am I gonna hate it?
- Well...

Aah!

All right, what's the plan?

Take this.

You can use the three bullets
and lay down some cover.

Oh, okay. What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna improvise.
- Whoa, whoa. You're gonna improvise?

That's not a plan! That's the
opposite of a plan, you...

nincompoop!

On your right! Look out!

Hi.

Why'd you leave the cabin?

- That wasn't part of the plan.
- Oh.

Uh, no, you told me to
improvise, so I improvised.

Fine.

Uh...

I want an apology

for calling me a nincompoop.

You're a nincompoop.

You're welcome.

You okay?

- Yes.
- Good. Good.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Yeah.

How in the hell did the
two of you do all of this?

We improvised.

- The two of you?
- Yeah, it's a-a...

long story. Um, we ran out of bullets,

and Steve did something with a rope.

What about what started all this?

- The gold... what happened to it?
- We got our hands

on one of their scouts at one point.

He, uh, told us they came up here

to stash the gold. Of course,

everything they went through
to get it, they weren't

gonna give it back, so, uh, he
never told us where they put it.

So you're saying that there's millions

of dollars worth of coins up here,

- you don't know where it is?
- Well,

Steve killed everybody, so
there's no one really to ask.

Yeah. 'Cause I was kind of focused on
saving our asses, not getting us

booked on Antiques
Roadshow, but, you know.

Well, I guess that gold is
just gonna stay lost for maybe

another 130 years.

Assuming word doesn't
get out that it's here,

in which case, these hills are gonna be

crawling with wannabe Indiana Joneses.

Well, it sounds like a problem
for tomorrow. For right now,

we need to get you
guys down this mountain

so that, uh, we get out of
here before dark, all right?

Oh, hey, uh,

do you think the horses'll
fit on the ATVs or... ? No.

Uh...

It's 200 to buy in.

Actually, I'm here for him.

Quinn.

Oh, uh, hey, hey, I, um...

I can explain this.

Quinn, um...

Get up.

Yeah, I... I don't know how the time...

Get. Up.

Oh, Quinn, I am so sorry.

I was on a run, and
I lost track of time.

And I gave Olivia money,
and she's bigger now,

so she's-she's fine.

Three days. You left
her alone for three days!

- Turn around.
- Cops?

Turn around!

Come on, Q, hey. Hey, just relax.

You don't have to do this.

We-we don't need to get
anybody else involved.

You're being booked on a
misdemeanor gambling charge.

I will post your bond, make
sure you just get probation

on the condition that
you enter a program

and stick to it this time.

Okay, then.

I-I need help.

I know it. I know it.

I can admit it, okay? I need help.

But you don't need to do this, Quinn.

You're right.

It doesn't have to be this way,

but I am doing this for Olivia, and

you are lucky that I am not charging you

with child endangerment.

But make no mistake...
Next time, I will. Move.

You mess up again, you will go to jail,

and you will lose your daughter.

You will have custody
of your daughter revoked!

Quinn, I'm sorry. Hey, I'm sorry, Quinn.

I'm sorry, okay?

Don't do this.

Quinn?! Q?

Here, just talk to me.

Hey, just... Don't leave!

Quinn, just talk to me!

You okay?

Hey.

Whoa.

You know, I've always
taken sunsets for granted.

Probably 'cause I figured
I'd see a million more.

But just 'cause you
see something every day

doesn't make it any less special, huh?

In fact,

I think those are the things
that you're gonna miss the most

in the end, you know?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

You know, I-I think about sunsets,

I think about, um, the sun setting,

which means it's gonna go down,

which means it's gonna
be dark, and then,

we'd have to sleep in the...
in the woods here, which...

- Can I... can I savor this moment?
- You-you can have the moment.

- Just for a second.
- Yeah, take the moment.

You have the moment, I'll go find

a squirrel to grill for dinner.

- Does that sound appetizing?
- A squirrel.

Ten years. You've been here ten years?

- Mm-hmm.
- You ever once seen a squirrel, Danny?

Hmm-mm.

No, 'cause there are none.

How have you not learned that?

- I-I guess I'm a slow learner.
- Uh-huh.

If I wasn't, I probably
would have gotten

a new partner a long time ago, you know?

Yeah.

Admit it, Danny.

You're gonna miss this when it's done.

Yeah, maybe, but I would
never say it out loud.