Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 13 - Ka Ho' Oponopono - full transcript
Physical therapist Greg Winter is appalled to find his teenage daughter Emily smothered to death with her own pillow at home. He refers the team to her teen lover, spoiled party animal Luke Preston, who is later found unconscious from a drug overdose at home. The team discovers Internet blackmail with candid video-cam sex pictures, traced to her best friend and the school headmaster, Rick Summers. As the killing is found professionally executed, the team identifies and concentrate on the hit-man, who is traced to a business and legal affair. Meanwhile Steve is torn between his loyalty to killer-targeted former SEALs commander Joe and his refusal to explain the truth about Yakuza Adam Noshimuri's father Hiro's alleged murder and the link to the mysterious Shelburn.
(Stevie Wonder's
"Superstition" playing)
♪ Very superstitious
♪ Writing's on the wall ♪
♪ Very superstitious
♪ I said the ladder's
about to fall ♪
♪ 13-month-old baby
♪ Broke the looking glass
♪ Seven years of bad luck
Hey, Luke, over here!
Dude, where the hell
have you been?
Luke, finally.
What took you so long?
I was busy, okay?
Lighten up, man.
Probably fighting
with Emily again.
So where is she anyway?
Grounded.
Seriously? Why?
There is no why.
Her dad's mental.
Something must've
made him go
all Guantanamo on her.
Hey, let's go liberate her.
Come on!
Courtney, leave it alone.
You'll just get her
in more trouble.
Besides, her dad
hates me enough already.
Fine, you stay here.
- Jake, no!
- You'll wake up her dad.
Yeah, I'm gonna wake him up?
I was aiming for her window.
Which one's hers?
Up there. The one
that's kind of open.
That one?
Oh, my God, seriously?
What?
Emily?
Shh!
Okay, "boo" on three.
One...
two...
three.
Boo!
Boo!
Emily, wake up!
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x13 ♪
Ka Ho'oponopono (The Fix)
Original Air Date on January 2, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪♪
Hey, Joe.
Thought you might need a ride.
It was your second trip
to Japan in two months.
What can I say?
I'm a sucker for karaoke.
Something on your mind?
Hiro Noshimuri.
HPD has evidence that
he was murdered, Joe.
Now, I'm not
directly involved
with the investigation,
but I'm told
they're starting to look at you.
I did not kill Hiro Noshimuri.
We had a conversation,
and when it was over,
he walked away.
If he's dead,
HPD should be looking at Wo Fat.
Why would Wo Fat want to kill
the head of the Yakuza?
Shelburne.
Did Noshimuri tell you
who Shelburne is?
No, but Wo Fat might think
otherwise.
The problem is,
you were the one
who was seen taking
Noshimuri at gunpoint.
HPD isn't gonna
just let this go.
Apparently, neither is
the Yakuza. We got company.
Hang on!
Hey, what have we got?
Victim's a 17-year-old
girl, Emily Winter.
M.E. thinks that she was smothered
with a pillow from her own bed.
17 years old,
what does that make her,
a junior
in high school?
Yeah. Ala Moana Academy.
I hate this job.
Yeah.
Bruising on her wrists.
Like she was restrained.
Probably pinned down.
What's the time
of death on this?
Emily's dad saw her
at 10:30 p.m. when she came
to her bedroom,
and her friends found her here
at around 1:00 a.m.
Her dad was here?
Yeah, he was here all night.
He didn't hear a thing.
No sign of forced entry,
but we have an open window.
Easy access in and out.
Hopefully,
the killer left evidence.
Yeah, but even
if he did,
it might not still be there;
it turns out
this window was more popular
than the front door.
The kids who found her
snuck in through it.
They also told a uni that Emily
was supposed to be at a party
last night,
but she didn't show
'cause she was grounded,
but they don't know why.
Those kids still here?
They're on the lanai. I was just
about to go talk to them.
Good. What about her dad?
I never thought I'd say this...
I'm glad her mother didn't live
to see this day.
She died of cancer
when Emily was ten.
I'm sorry.
Is there, uh, anyone I can call
or anything
I can do?
My sister's coming over.
She's... on her way.
Emily was
everything to me.
She ways looked at the world
with a smile...
no matter what.
Smart, too.
She had a full academic
scholarship at Ala Moana.
She sounds like
a very special girl.
Excuse me. Sir,
I'm Steve McGarrett,
Five-O.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I just need to ask you
a couple questions
if that's okay.
Sir, can you think of anybody
who'd want
to do something like this
to your daughter?
No. No, everyone loved Emily.
Everyone.
She'd never been
in any kind of trouble.
Except...
Except what?
She'd never done anything
like this before, ever.
A couple of weeks ago, she-she
stole a check from my wallet.
She made it out to cash:
$5,000.
Did you... did you confront her?
She admitted taking it,
but she refused to say why.
She wouldn't tell you
what the money was for?
She said
she needed it
to help a friend; I'm sure it
had something to do with Luke.
And who is Luke?
Luke is her boyfriend.
He's arrogant,
he's, he's entitled.
I wouldn't put it past him to
convince Emily to steal for him.
All right, we should
really check out
the boyfriend.
Come on. Really, I mean,
what father actually likes
his daughter's high school
boyfriend?
What are you talking about?
My dad did.
No, he didn't.
Yeah, he did.
My mom, too. He's great.
What was he, a eunuch?
Hey, listen. According
to the kids who found Emily,
her and her boyfriend Luke
had been fighting.
About what, they don't know.
What we do know is that
Luke was supposed to be
at a party on the
beach last night,
but he didn't show up
until almost midnight.
Yeah, and he also didn't show up
here with the other kids.
He actually tried to talk them
out of coming.
Okay, we need to check
this guy out.
Kono.
Yeah, got it. Thanks.
Okay, so we got a hit off one of
the prints off Emily's window:
Luke Preston.
Kid's got a record.
Okay, now I do want to talk.
Luke, get out here now!
Is he in trouble?
We just want to ask him
a couple questions.
He'll be right out.
Luke, now!
He's a good boy.
Spirited, but a good boy.
Mrs. Preston, we know
he has a record.
Oh, that?
That was a family thing.
Luke borrowed the Porsche
without permission,
so I called the cops, you know,
just to teach him a lesson.
He's 18,
so it went on his record.
You do realize using
law enforcement
as a disciplinary tool
is a bad idea, right?
Luke!
Hey, Luke!
Luke, open the door!
Call 911!
This is Officer Kalakaua.
I need an ambulance now.
Come on, Luke! Come on!
- Hey.
- Hey.
How's Luke?
Well, he's awake now.
Doc says we can go see him.
He said he OD'd
on a combination
of alcohol and
benzodiazepine.
They pumped his stomach.
Is he gonna be okay?
Yeah. He's a lucky kid.
It was stupid.
I was upset and drunk.
And then this morning, I, uh...
I got a text from Jake.
About Emily.
And I just flipped out, and...
you know, grabbed some pills
from my mom's stash,
and that's when
you showed up.
Is it true?
Is she really dead?
That's why we're here.
I can't believe it.
Would you believe it
if I told you I found your
prints on her windowsill?
I used to sneak into
her bedroom through
that window all the time.
Her dad was
completely oblivious.
- That what happened last night?
- Hey.
Look, man...
Hey, "sir," all right?
You call me sir.
You got that?
Look, it's not what you think.
You fight with
Emily last night?
- Do I need a lawyer?
- Hey!
That girl is dead.
You answer my question.
Did you fight
with her last night?
Yes.
But I didn't hurt her.
I would never hurt her.
You know about the money
Emily stole from her father?
That's what we were
fighting about.
Did she steal the money for you?
No! No.
That's what her dad thought,
but it wasn't true.
I didn't need $5,000.
Okay? And even if I did, I'd
steal it from my own parents.
Trust me, they'd never notice.
All right, so who
was the money for?
She wouldn't tell me.
She wouldn't tell anybody.
Well, you can't blame
Emily's dad for
not liking this kid.
Really?
I kind of liked him.
What, are you kidding me?
He really seemed to
care about Emily.
Anyway, I don't like him
for the murder.
He doesn't strike me as the type
who'd kill with his bare hands.
We need to find out
who that money was for.
Emily's locker 279.
It should be up here
on the left.
Wow, this...
this is high school, right?
I mean, this has me
feeling very nostalgic.
Mm. I hated high school.
You?
You seem like
the smart type, right?
Like the president
of the student council.
What, you think I was
like Tracy Flick?
That was a compliment.
Oh, I'm sure you
were, like, a jock.
No, no, but I, uh, I did chase
all the cheerleaders.
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
What are we looking for?
Okay.
Looks like a close friend.
If anybody's gonna know what's
going on with Emily, it's this
girl. We gotta get a name.
Mr. Summers is
the headmaster.
We'll go talk to him.
At the front, they said
he's doing an assembly.
Come on.
Okay.
The days and weeks ahead are
going to be very difficult.
Loss is never easy, and, uh...
a loss like this, it's...
it's not something we're ever
fully prepared to accept.
So... we have counselors,
teachers and staff
standing by to help you
through the grieving process
any way that we can.
24/7.
A tragedy has struck
at the heart of our community,
but we will get
through this...
together.
So, if you feel like
you need to speak to
a counselor now, please do.
Otherwise, please proceed
to your class.
That's it, guys.
Dismissed.
Hey.
Mr. Summers.
I'm Danny Williams.
Lori Weston.
We're with Five-O.
We're investigating
Emily's homicide.
She was a great kid.
Had her whole life
ahead of her.
Straight A's, no attitude,
no trouble.
Any idea who did this
to her, or...?
No, but we were, um, hoping
you could help us with this.
Do you know who this girl is?
That's, uh, Karen Sargent.
She and Emily
are inseparable--
BFFs, as the kids say today.
All right. Well, we're
going to need to speak to her,
if that's okay.
Sure.
I'll, uh, pull her out of class
as soon as I call her father.
Actually, we'd, um,
we'd like to
speak to her alone,
if that's okay.
She's not a suspect,
or anything like that;
we just need to talk to her.
But she is a minor.
I am required to
notify a parent.
Okay.
Anything you have to say
to Karen, you can say to me.
So... Go ahead.
Okay. Uh...
So, Karen, we know
about the money that
Emily stole
from her father.
- What money?
- It was $5,000.
Emily wouldn't tell
her father what it was for,
but we're hoping Karen will.
I don't know what
they're talking about.
Karen, Emily was your best
friend, and she was murdered.
Okay? We think
it might have something
to do with who
the money was for.
She just said she doesn't know
anything about it.
Okay, sir, please.
Just give her a second.
I know that you
and Emily were close.
And I know that you want
to do the right thing.
So, please, just tell us
everything you know.
Okay, that's it.
She's been through enough.
Let's go.
- The Yakuza knows
- HPD is circling Joe.
They were sending a message.
Steve, Joe's in real trouble.
Okay. I'll reach out to Adam
Noshimuri. He's in charge now.
Maybe you should
reach out to Joe.
Joe told me he
didn't kill Hiro.
Okay. I know you trust him...
Of course I trust him.
I mean, he's like
a father to me.
When my father wasn't around,
he was. For years.
But that was a long time ago,
Steve. People change.
How much do you
really know
about his life over
the last ten years?
He saved my life, Chin.
More than once.
I get that. I do.
But I'm telling you,
he's hiding something.
Why does he keep
going to Japan?
What does he really know
about Shelburne?
And do you really believe
he didn't kill Hiro Noshimuri?
I'm just saying you might not
know the whole story.
Hey, guys.
You need to see this.
I got something
off Emily's computer.
So...
I know who the $5,000 was for.
Karen Sargent.
She sent a frantic
e-mail to Emily
a couple weeks ago, saying
she was being blackmailed.
Blackmailed for what?
For this.
Wow.
It's a screen grab
from a sex tape.
The blackmailer said that he
would post the video online
if she didn't
pony up $5,000.
Karen was terrified
her parents would
find out.
Yo.
All right, guys.
Emily gave the money to
a friend of hers, Karen Sargent.
Karen's the one
Emily was protecting?
Yeah, she was being
blackmailed over a sex tape.
We just tried to talk to Karen;
she was a brick wall.
Well, now you know why.
We've got eyes on her now.
All right, listen, we have
an ID on the blackmailer yet?
Not yet. It might be the guy
she was having sex with.
Maybe he made the sex tape
without her consent,
and then used it
to try and squeeze
some cash out of her.
Wait a minute. Why would Karen
be protecting this guy?
Especially if he killed
her best friend?
Well, if she's in love
with the guy,
she might be in denial.
Yeah, because he's
such a lovable guy.
You have obviously never
been a 17-year-old girl.
- All right, listen.
- Here's the problem.
If we go back to Karen,
her father's gonna get a lawyer.
Okay, she might not be
talking to us or her dad,
but she's gotta be
talking to somebody.
And I'm thinking
it's the blackmailer.
Okay. She's going
for her phone right now.
Hold up, hold up,
hold up.
What are you doing?
Getting the cell interceptor.
It'll pick up the number
she's dialing.
Where did you get that?
In the trunk.
How'd you know that thing
was in there?
How did you not know
it was in there?
Okay. Number is: 808-
555-0136.
Okay, I'm running it now.
Um... Okay, so it's assigned
to a prepaid cell.
No name.
But I'm activating GPS.
All right, we got a location
on the phone.
Looks like whoever Karen is
talking to is in a vehicle.
The guy's on the move, okay?
So let's go. Let's go, let's go!
♪
Hey. Out of the car
with your hands up.
Out of the car.
What's going on?
- I want a lawyer.
- You do...
want a lawyer?
I want to bound your head
off this cement wall.
How 'bout I get what
I want and you don't?
- What do you think?
- He can't do this.
No?
Looks to me like
he can, actually.
I haven't done anything wrong.
Okay, uh...
this is where we disagree.
Okay, I think that sleeping
with little girls
is definitely wrong.
It's not what you think.
No?
Karen is 17 years old.
Age of consent
in Hawaii is 16.
She's legal.
Can I hit him once?
Please?
Shut your mouth, all right?
What happened?
Emily find out about
your little affair?
Is that what happened?
Is that why you killed her?
No!
- Is that why you killed her?!
- I didn't kill her!
Okay, Emily knew about
my relationship with Karen,
but she wasn't going to
tell anyone.
How do you know that?
Because she came to see me.
She told me I had to
break it off with Karen, but
because somebody else knew.
Wait a minute.
Emily confronted you like that?
Yes. She said... she
had to protect Karen,
that it was something she
felt like she had to do, and...
It was a couple days
later, after that,
I got an e-mail demanding money.
Okay, so you're saying you were
being blackmailed as well.
There was a tape.
At first I thought
Karen made it,
but she was just as
mortified by it as I was.
Okay, so wait a minute.
You didn't make the tape.
Karen didn't make...
Who made the tape?
I don't know.
But I think Emily
figured out who it was.
And I think she confronted him
just like she confronted me...
and then he killed her.
McGarrett.
What?
I'll be right there.
What do you mean,
you need more evidence?
I'm telling you I saw Joe White
take my father at gunpoint.
Last time I checked,
that's kidnapping.
Guys. Thanks for the call.
Where's he at? He at the back?
Hey. Hey.
Why are you protecting him?
I'm here to see a friend.
Okay?
Well, your friend killed my father.
You got proof of that?
Look, we both know
what happened.
You just don't
want to believe it.
Hey.
Give me a minute?
Yeah, sure.
You gotta come clean
with these guys.?
I mean, you know
that, right?
You gotta tell them everything.
What is it you want
me to tell them?
Why you went to see Noshimuri...
why you were the last person
seen with him
before he disappeared.
You're interfering
with something
that you don't understand.
Then why don't you
explain it to me, Joe?!
Tell me what the hell's
going on!
You gotta wake up.
The walls are closing in on you.
HPD wants answers,
the Yakuza wants blood.
Shelburne--
is he worth this? Huh?
Is he worth going to jail for?
Is he worth dying for, Joe?
People already died, son.
I'm trying to make it stop!
I'm getting out of here.
Cops got nothing on me.
You gonna give me a ride,
or do I have to call a cab?
I figured out how
that sex tape was made,
and how your anonymous
blackmailer accessed it.
Summers' computer was
infected with spyware
that remotely activated
its webcam.
As simple as that?
Pretty much. The spyware
was a Trojan Horse
attached to a file containing
the Ala Moana Academy's
"Lookbook."
It's kind of like
a digital yearbook.
Okay, so Summers
downloaded the Lookbook,
and then...
And then he and Karen
must've had sex
in view of the laptop's camera.
And neither one of them knew
they were being watched,
or recorded.
That's really creepy.
Moral of the story:
resist the urge to have sex
in front of an open laptop.
Sometimes you scare me.
The other thing is...
I got an IP address for
the blackmail e-mails.
They both trace back
to the computer lab
at Ala Moana Academy.
Not sure if that helps.
You know what, it might.
When I was in high school,
we had to sign in
to use the school computers.
Thanks, Fong.
We got your name
from the sign-in sheet,
and we were wondering
if you can remember
who was using that computer
right before you.
Yeah, someone signed in
using a bogus name,
so we just need to talk to him.
Oh, man, that's totally lame.
I have a pretty good memory,
'cause I'm a journalist--
editor of the school
paper and all that--
but that was finals week.
It's all kind of a blur.
I remember I was just glad
to snag a computer at all.
Place was packed.
Oh, yeah. I've, uh...
seen this thing around.
What is this?
It's just this thing
called the Lookbook.
It's nothing... it's just
this thing that has pictures
of all the students on it.
Cool. Where'd you get it?
Made it.
Uh, Jared, we're gonna have to
ask you to come down to HQ...
Oh, come on.
Really? Is he serious?
I knew I shouldn't have upped
my asking price to ten grand.
Who ratted me out?
Exactly how many people
are you blackmailing?
Right now, about seven or eight.
Things pick up around exams.
You'd be surprised
how many cheating,
sex-crazed drug addicts
are at my school.
There was a laptop on the desk
in Emily Winter's bedroom.
Yeah, do you know if she
download the Lookbook?
Yeah, I had a live feed
on her computer,
but I stopped monitoring it.
That chick was
a total snoozefest.
All she ever did in her bedroom
was her homework.
And sleep.
Okay. Emily was murdered
in her bedroom.
She was?
Man, if I'd known that...
Wait, can you pull up
the footage
from the night she was killed?
Yeah.
Fast-forward.
- I'll tell you when to stop.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
This killer's organized,
cold, efficient...
not the work of a kid.
No. More like
a professional hit.
Okay, stop.
I ran him through every
facial recognition database
I could find, and I got a hit
with Interpol.
Killer's name
is Michael Angelico.
I've heard of this cat.
He's like a hit man for the mob.
No.
Angelico was never affiliated
with any particular
crime family.
He's just a hired gun.
He was on a DOD watch list,
suspected in five or six hits
over the last two decades.
Never been arrested.
We came across
his work in Chechnya.
He's good at what he does.
The best. According
to sources at the time,
his fee started at $250,000
and went up from there.
Okay, none of this makes sense.
Who hires a hit man
to kill a teenage girl?
Well, it doesn't
look like Angelico's
gonna be able to answer
that question for us.
According to TSA,
he's in the wind.
Left two hours after Emily's
murder on a flight to Manila.
I've got the surveillance
footage here.
That's him.
Stop right there.
Stop, stop. Push in
on the boarding pass.
Name on the ticket
is David Savage.
All right,
so homeboy's got an alias.
Okay, let's use this to track
hotel reservations,
car rentals...
anything else we can think of
that will help us
retrace his steps
while he was on
the island, okay?
He may be gone, but this
might help us figure out
who hired him. We've got to
get back to Emily's dad.
Want any help?
No. Uh...
Why don't you just
head back to your place,
keep a low profile.
I'll call you later. Okay?
I've never seen him
before in my life.
You're telling me that this is
the man who killed my daughter?
A hit man?
Yes, sir.
I don't understand.
Mr. Winter, do you, uh...
do you have any enemies that
could do something like this?
Enemies? Guys,
I'm a physical therapist.
Okay, anything, uh,
strange at work lately?
- Anything at all?
- No, nothing.
I haven't even been at work.
I've been on jury duty.
What, uh... what was
the case that you were on?
A small civil case.
It was...
a construction worker who
broke his leg on the job.
He's suing for medical
expenses, lost wages.
And he won the case?
I don't know.
It wasn't over yet.
They were just starting
closing arguments...
when Emily died.
The judge, he just
let you off, or..?
Yeah, he was very...
very understanding.
Excuse me.
Okay, look, I know
what you're thinking,
but... really?
A trial over a broken leg?
I mean, it doesn't seem like
the smoking gun here.
No, you generally don't hire
a hit man for that, but...
what if this entire case was
about forcing a mistrial?
That was so sad,
about Juror Number Seven's
daughter... what was his name?
- Greg Winter.
- Right.
Okay, I was under the impression
that something like this would
probably cause a mistrial. No?
No, we just seated an alternate
juror in his place.
It was pretty straightforward.
Wait a minute,
is that the defense team?
I know, can you believe it?
That's a lot of lawyers.
Hedsten Construction--
that's the defendant--
they pulled out all
the stops on this one.
Flew all the lawyers
in from New York.
Morgan, Frick & Dunne.
Bunch of Ivy League hotshots.
Even sprang for
Owen Sutherland,
the island's most expensive
jury consultant.
Hold on. I thought
this case was no big deal.
It isn't.
It's a $150,000 claim, tops.
But they wouldn't even talk
settlement with my client.
Doug was part of a crew on
a 16-unit apartment building.
He broke his leg when
the balcony gave way, and...
They're claiming he was
negligent, but come on...
the balcony fell off
the building.
Okay. Do you have new
Juror Number Seven's name?
Yeah.
Ray Donovan.
Thank you.
Well, if Angelico rented
this car, he cleaned it out.
It's spotless.
Yeah. Rental agent says
they clean all the cars
within 24 hours of return.
They also wipe the GPS
for customer privacy.
Oh, how considerate.
- Wait a minute.
- I'm sure our killer appreciates it.
Valet stub.
It's date stamped.
There's an address.
Steve, we got something
you need to see.
That's 4225 Kane Street. Now,
according to the valet stub,
we found on his car, Michael
Angelico visited someone
in that building when
he was on the island.
The only problem is,
we don't know who.
Five companies lease
office space in that building.
We've got two shrinks,
an accounting company,
a day spa and a
consulting firm.
Security sent over a photo
of everyone who works
in the building.
Wait a second.
This guy. Blow him up.
Okay, that's
Owen Sutherland.
We saw him in court today.
Yeah, he's the president and
CEO of Sutherland Consulting.
That's right. According to
the plaintiff's attorney,
he's the island's most
expensive jury consultant,
and he's working
for the defense.
That's gotta be who
our killer went to see.
Okay, yeah.
But how do we prove it?
We prove it with Juror
Number Seven, the one that
filled in for Emily's father.
You mean Ray Donovan?
We got something on him?
Yeah.
At first glance, guy seems like
a normal, working class guy.
No record, nothing strange
about his financials.
But his wife, on the other hand,
she's a different story.
She's a part-time dental
hygienist, all right?
All of a sudden, she receives
a $50,000 wire to her
personal checking account.
Let me guess:
the timing of it had
something to do with
Donovan being seated on the jury.
It came in that same day.
And it all leads back
to Owen Sutherland.
Okay. Let's go.
Go where?
Where we going?
Back to court.
Hey, Sutherland.
Five-O. Let's have a chat.
It's been a long day, gentlemen.
Why don't you call my office,
and, uh, we'll see
when we can fit you in.
Well, we're fitting
ourselves in right now.
How's that?
Oh, forgive me, I had no idea
it was this urgent.
Yeah, it's urgent.
- How's the trial going?
- It's in the jury's hands.
They started deliberations
this afternoon.
Must've been a relief...
to get Donovan
on the jury. Right?
Relief?
He was the alternate juror.
We're just glad that
the judicial process
seems to be working
the way it's supposed to.
Oh, by the way, we know that
you, you met with David Savage.
Oh, sorry...
you called him Michael?
Excuse me, I don't know
what you're talking about.
You don't? You know about
the $50,000 that landed in
Donovan's wife's
checking account?
You're lucky I'm in a good mood,
otherwise I might take offense
at that accusation.
There's a money trail, and
it's gonna lead back to you.
If you really believe that,
you're delusional.
How do you sleep at night,
knowing that you murdered
a little girl? Huh?
How much did Hedsten pay you
to deliver that verdict?
Was it worth it,
that blood money?
We're done here.
It's been a pleasure, gentlemen.
See you soon.
We gotta find Donovan.
Donovan's not gonna talk.
That depends how we ask
the questions.
Ray Donovan.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Owen Sutherland
sent us.
He wants to make sure
he's getting his money's
worth out of you.
I don't know anyone named
Sutherland. You got the wrong guy.
Oh, we got
the right guy.
You know where
you are, Ray?
I'll tell you.
You're standing on the edge
of an 80-foot drop
down to a rocky shore.
Stick your foot out.
Please!
Put it out.
You feel anything, huh?
No, please don't push me!
I'm doing everything
Sutherland wanted.
Like what, Ray?
What are you doing?
I'm making sure no one
on the jury's looking at the steel.
No one's even asking
any questions about it.
Yeah? What else?
I'm keeping 'em focused
on Doug's safety violations.
It's working.
I swear it's working.
You'll get your verdict.
That's great, Ray.
Thanks, buddy.
No! No!
You're an animal.
Okay.
Good news is,
you're alive.
Bad news is,
you're under arrest.
Book him, Danno.
Come on.
Ray Donovan was
actually telling
the truth: this case is
all about the steel.
Hedsten is just
a subsidiary
of a much larger company called
DeHavlen Construction.
And DeHavlen
supplied Hedsten
with the steel they used
in that apartment building.
Nothing wrong with that except
the steel was supposed
to come from Pittsburgh.
DeHavlen falsified invoices
and substituted Chinese steel.
Just pocketed
the difference.
You got it.
Chinese steel is not only
cheaper than the American stuff,
it can also be substandard.
So what you're saying is
because of bad steel
that the balcony fell
off the building.
Could mean the whole
building is unsound.
Here's the kicker:
Hedsten only used five percent
of the steel girders
in that load.
Five percent? What'd they do
with the rest of it?
What do you think,
$800 million?
Easy.
What do you think's
going to happen
when it gets out
that DeHavlen's using
substandard steel
to build their city
of tomorrow?
Somebody's gonna take
an $800 million bath
is what's gonna happen.
How you doing, man?
We're looking
for the contractor,
Bob Ledford. Is he around?
He's up on the fifth floor
talking to a sup.
Come on.
You shouldn't be here.
We need to talk.
About what?
You can't keep burying
your head in the sand.
Look, I'm trying
to get a job done here.
It's over, Bob.
You don't know that.
I am telling you it's over!
What are you talking about?
They know about
Donovan.
About the payoff.
That's on you!
I never asked you
to pay anyone off.
You wanted a guarantee!
I gave it to you!
Hey, hey! Five-O!
You're both under arrest.
Let me see both your hands.
You stupid son of a bitch!
Hey!
H-H-Hey! Turn around.
Down on your knees now. Now!
Okay, listen to me.
Give me your other hand.
I can't.
Give me your other hand.
Let me help you.
Come on!
Come on!
No!
No!!
♪
Just tell me what you did.
Admit it!
I did not...
kill your father.
Tell your men to put
their guns down right now, Adam.
This has nothing
to do with you, McGarrett.
Tell your men to put
their guns down,
or I'm gonna put two
in your head right now.
It's your last chance.
Untie Joe.
Do what he says.
Let's go, Joe.
You realize you just started
a war with the Yakuza.
No, Joe, you did that
when you grabbed
Hiro Noshimuri, okay?
They think
you killed him.
Well, I didn't kill him.
I helped him fake his death.
What?
Why?!
I can't tell you that.
I was tortured over Shelburne.
I was tortured!
Joe, Jenna Kaye paid
with her life!
I deserve answers.
I want answers.
I want them right now.
You know, son...
there was a time when I'd have
had you up on charges
of insubordination
for that.
You know, we're not
in the service anymore, Joe,
and you're
not my commanding officer.
You're right.
I'm not.
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"Superstition" playing)
♪ Very superstitious
♪ Writing's on the wall ♪
♪ Very superstitious
♪ I said the ladder's
about to fall ♪
♪ 13-month-old baby
♪ Broke the looking glass
♪ Seven years of bad luck
Hey, Luke, over here!
Dude, where the hell
have you been?
Luke, finally.
What took you so long?
I was busy, okay?
Lighten up, man.
Probably fighting
with Emily again.
So where is she anyway?
Grounded.
Seriously? Why?
There is no why.
Her dad's mental.
Something must've
made him go
all Guantanamo on her.
Hey, let's go liberate her.
Come on!
Courtney, leave it alone.
You'll just get her
in more trouble.
Besides, her dad
hates me enough already.
Fine, you stay here.
- Jake, no!
- You'll wake up her dad.
Yeah, I'm gonna wake him up?
I was aiming for her window.
Which one's hers?
Up there. The one
that's kind of open.
That one?
Oh, my God, seriously?
What?
Emily?
Shh!
Okay, "boo" on three.
One...
two...
three.
Boo!
Boo!
Emily, wake up!
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x13 ♪
Ka Ho'oponopono (The Fix)
Original Air Date on January 2, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪♪
Hey, Joe.
Thought you might need a ride.
It was your second trip
to Japan in two months.
What can I say?
I'm a sucker for karaoke.
Something on your mind?
Hiro Noshimuri.
HPD has evidence that
he was murdered, Joe.
Now, I'm not
directly involved
with the investigation,
but I'm told
they're starting to look at you.
I did not kill Hiro Noshimuri.
We had a conversation,
and when it was over,
he walked away.
If he's dead,
HPD should be looking at Wo Fat.
Why would Wo Fat want to kill
the head of the Yakuza?
Shelburne.
Did Noshimuri tell you
who Shelburne is?
No, but Wo Fat might think
otherwise.
The problem is,
you were the one
who was seen taking
Noshimuri at gunpoint.
HPD isn't gonna
just let this go.
Apparently, neither is
the Yakuza. We got company.
Hang on!
Hey, what have we got?
Victim's a 17-year-old
girl, Emily Winter.
M.E. thinks that she was smothered
with a pillow from her own bed.
17 years old,
what does that make her,
a junior
in high school?
Yeah. Ala Moana Academy.
I hate this job.
Yeah.
Bruising on her wrists.
Like she was restrained.
Probably pinned down.
What's the time
of death on this?
Emily's dad saw her
at 10:30 p.m. when she came
to her bedroom,
and her friends found her here
at around 1:00 a.m.
Her dad was here?
Yeah, he was here all night.
He didn't hear a thing.
No sign of forced entry,
but we have an open window.
Easy access in and out.
Hopefully,
the killer left evidence.
Yeah, but even
if he did,
it might not still be there;
it turns out
this window was more popular
than the front door.
The kids who found her
snuck in through it.
They also told a uni that Emily
was supposed to be at a party
last night,
but she didn't show
'cause she was grounded,
but they don't know why.
Those kids still here?
They're on the lanai. I was just
about to go talk to them.
Good. What about her dad?
I never thought I'd say this...
I'm glad her mother didn't live
to see this day.
She died of cancer
when Emily was ten.
I'm sorry.
Is there, uh, anyone I can call
or anything
I can do?
My sister's coming over.
She's... on her way.
Emily was
everything to me.
She ways looked at the world
with a smile...
no matter what.
Smart, too.
She had a full academic
scholarship at Ala Moana.
She sounds like
a very special girl.
Excuse me. Sir,
I'm Steve McGarrett,
Five-O.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I just need to ask you
a couple questions
if that's okay.
Sir, can you think of anybody
who'd want
to do something like this
to your daughter?
No. No, everyone loved Emily.
Everyone.
She'd never been
in any kind of trouble.
Except...
Except what?
She'd never done anything
like this before, ever.
A couple of weeks ago, she-she
stole a check from my wallet.
She made it out to cash:
$5,000.
Did you... did you confront her?
She admitted taking it,
but she refused to say why.
She wouldn't tell you
what the money was for?
She said
she needed it
to help a friend; I'm sure it
had something to do with Luke.
And who is Luke?
Luke is her boyfriend.
He's arrogant,
he's, he's entitled.
I wouldn't put it past him to
convince Emily to steal for him.
All right, we should
really check out
the boyfriend.
Come on. Really, I mean,
what father actually likes
his daughter's high school
boyfriend?
What are you talking about?
My dad did.
No, he didn't.
Yeah, he did.
My mom, too. He's great.
What was he, a eunuch?
Hey, listen. According
to the kids who found Emily,
her and her boyfriend Luke
had been fighting.
About what, they don't know.
What we do know is that
Luke was supposed to be
at a party on the
beach last night,
but he didn't show up
until almost midnight.
Yeah, and he also didn't show up
here with the other kids.
He actually tried to talk them
out of coming.
Okay, we need to check
this guy out.
Kono.
Yeah, got it. Thanks.
Okay, so we got a hit off one of
the prints off Emily's window:
Luke Preston.
Kid's got a record.
Okay, now I do want to talk.
Luke, get out here now!
Is he in trouble?
We just want to ask him
a couple questions.
He'll be right out.
Luke, now!
He's a good boy.
Spirited, but a good boy.
Mrs. Preston, we know
he has a record.
Oh, that?
That was a family thing.
Luke borrowed the Porsche
without permission,
so I called the cops, you know,
just to teach him a lesson.
He's 18,
so it went on his record.
You do realize using
law enforcement
as a disciplinary tool
is a bad idea, right?
Luke!
Hey, Luke!
Luke, open the door!
Call 911!
This is Officer Kalakaua.
I need an ambulance now.
Come on, Luke! Come on!
- Hey.
- Hey.
How's Luke?
Well, he's awake now.
Doc says we can go see him.
He said he OD'd
on a combination
of alcohol and
benzodiazepine.
They pumped his stomach.
Is he gonna be okay?
Yeah. He's a lucky kid.
It was stupid.
I was upset and drunk.
And then this morning, I, uh...
I got a text from Jake.
About Emily.
And I just flipped out, and...
you know, grabbed some pills
from my mom's stash,
and that's when
you showed up.
Is it true?
Is she really dead?
That's why we're here.
I can't believe it.
Would you believe it
if I told you I found your
prints on her windowsill?
I used to sneak into
her bedroom through
that window all the time.
Her dad was
completely oblivious.
- That what happened last night?
- Hey.
Look, man...
Hey, "sir," all right?
You call me sir.
You got that?
Look, it's not what you think.
You fight with
Emily last night?
- Do I need a lawyer?
- Hey!
That girl is dead.
You answer my question.
Did you fight
with her last night?
Yes.
But I didn't hurt her.
I would never hurt her.
You know about the money
Emily stole from her father?
That's what we were
fighting about.
Did she steal the money for you?
No! No.
That's what her dad thought,
but it wasn't true.
I didn't need $5,000.
Okay? And even if I did, I'd
steal it from my own parents.
Trust me, they'd never notice.
All right, so who
was the money for?
She wouldn't tell me.
She wouldn't tell anybody.
Well, you can't blame
Emily's dad for
not liking this kid.
Really?
I kind of liked him.
What, are you kidding me?
He really seemed to
care about Emily.
Anyway, I don't like him
for the murder.
He doesn't strike me as the type
who'd kill with his bare hands.
We need to find out
who that money was for.
Emily's locker 279.
It should be up here
on the left.
Wow, this...
this is high school, right?
I mean, this has me
feeling very nostalgic.
Mm. I hated high school.
You?
You seem like
the smart type, right?
Like the president
of the student council.
What, you think I was
like Tracy Flick?
That was a compliment.
Oh, I'm sure you
were, like, a jock.
No, no, but I, uh, I did chase
all the cheerleaders.
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
What are we looking for?
Okay.
Looks like a close friend.
If anybody's gonna know what's
going on with Emily, it's this
girl. We gotta get a name.
Mr. Summers is
the headmaster.
We'll go talk to him.
At the front, they said
he's doing an assembly.
Come on.
Okay.
The days and weeks ahead are
going to be very difficult.
Loss is never easy, and, uh...
a loss like this, it's...
it's not something we're ever
fully prepared to accept.
So... we have counselors,
teachers and staff
standing by to help you
through the grieving process
any way that we can.
24/7.
A tragedy has struck
at the heart of our community,
but we will get
through this...
together.
So, if you feel like
you need to speak to
a counselor now, please do.
Otherwise, please proceed
to your class.
That's it, guys.
Dismissed.
Hey.
Mr. Summers.
I'm Danny Williams.
Lori Weston.
We're with Five-O.
We're investigating
Emily's homicide.
She was a great kid.
Had her whole life
ahead of her.
Straight A's, no attitude,
no trouble.
Any idea who did this
to her, or...?
No, but we were, um, hoping
you could help us with this.
Do you know who this girl is?
That's, uh, Karen Sargent.
She and Emily
are inseparable--
BFFs, as the kids say today.
All right. Well, we're
going to need to speak to her,
if that's okay.
Sure.
I'll, uh, pull her out of class
as soon as I call her father.
Actually, we'd, um,
we'd like to
speak to her alone,
if that's okay.
She's not a suspect,
or anything like that;
we just need to talk to her.
But she is a minor.
I am required to
notify a parent.
Okay.
Anything you have to say
to Karen, you can say to me.
So... Go ahead.
Okay. Uh...
So, Karen, we know
about the money that
Emily stole
from her father.
- What money?
- It was $5,000.
Emily wouldn't tell
her father what it was for,
but we're hoping Karen will.
I don't know what
they're talking about.
Karen, Emily was your best
friend, and she was murdered.
Okay? We think
it might have something
to do with who
the money was for.
She just said she doesn't know
anything about it.
Okay, sir, please.
Just give her a second.
I know that you
and Emily were close.
And I know that you want
to do the right thing.
So, please, just tell us
everything you know.
Okay, that's it.
She's been through enough.
Let's go.
- The Yakuza knows
- HPD is circling Joe.
They were sending a message.
Steve, Joe's in real trouble.
Okay. I'll reach out to Adam
Noshimuri. He's in charge now.
Maybe you should
reach out to Joe.
Joe told me he
didn't kill Hiro.
Okay. I know you trust him...
Of course I trust him.
I mean, he's like
a father to me.
When my father wasn't around,
he was. For years.
But that was a long time ago,
Steve. People change.
How much do you
really know
about his life over
the last ten years?
He saved my life, Chin.
More than once.
I get that. I do.
But I'm telling you,
he's hiding something.
Why does he keep
going to Japan?
What does he really know
about Shelburne?
And do you really believe
he didn't kill Hiro Noshimuri?
I'm just saying you might not
know the whole story.
Hey, guys.
You need to see this.
I got something
off Emily's computer.
So...
I know who the $5,000 was for.
Karen Sargent.
She sent a frantic
e-mail to Emily
a couple weeks ago, saying
she was being blackmailed.
Blackmailed for what?
For this.
Wow.
It's a screen grab
from a sex tape.
The blackmailer said that he
would post the video online
if she didn't
pony up $5,000.
Karen was terrified
her parents would
find out.
Yo.
All right, guys.
Emily gave the money to
a friend of hers, Karen Sargent.
Karen's the one
Emily was protecting?
Yeah, she was being
blackmailed over a sex tape.
We just tried to talk to Karen;
she was a brick wall.
Well, now you know why.
We've got eyes on her now.
All right, listen, we have
an ID on the blackmailer yet?
Not yet. It might be the guy
she was having sex with.
Maybe he made the sex tape
without her consent,
and then used it
to try and squeeze
some cash out of her.
Wait a minute. Why would Karen
be protecting this guy?
Especially if he killed
her best friend?
Well, if she's in love
with the guy,
she might be in denial.
Yeah, because he's
such a lovable guy.
You have obviously never
been a 17-year-old girl.
- All right, listen.
- Here's the problem.
If we go back to Karen,
her father's gonna get a lawyer.
Okay, she might not be
talking to us or her dad,
but she's gotta be
talking to somebody.
And I'm thinking
it's the blackmailer.
Okay. She's going
for her phone right now.
Hold up, hold up,
hold up.
What are you doing?
Getting the cell interceptor.
It'll pick up the number
she's dialing.
Where did you get that?
In the trunk.
How'd you know that thing
was in there?
How did you not know
it was in there?
Okay. Number is: 808-
555-0136.
Okay, I'm running it now.
Um... Okay, so it's assigned
to a prepaid cell.
No name.
But I'm activating GPS.
All right, we got a location
on the phone.
Looks like whoever Karen is
talking to is in a vehicle.
The guy's on the move, okay?
So let's go. Let's go, let's go!
♪
Hey. Out of the car
with your hands up.
Out of the car.
What's going on?
- I want a lawyer.
- You do...
want a lawyer?
I want to bound your head
off this cement wall.
How 'bout I get what
I want and you don't?
- What do you think?
- He can't do this.
No?
Looks to me like
he can, actually.
I haven't done anything wrong.
Okay, uh...
this is where we disagree.
Okay, I think that sleeping
with little girls
is definitely wrong.
It's not what you think.
No?
Karen is 17 years old.
Age of consent
in Hawaii is 16.
She's legal.
Can I hit him once?
Please?
Shut your mouth, all right?
What happened?
Emily find out about
your little affair?
Is that what happened?
Is that why you killed her?
No!
- Is that why you killed her?!
- I didn't kill her!
Okay, Emily knew about
my relationship with Karen,
but she wasn't going to
tell anyone.
How do you know that?
Because she came to see me.
She told me I had to
break it off with Karen, but
because somebody else knew.
Wait a minute.
Emily confronted you like that?
Yes. She said... she
had to protect Karen,
that it was something she
felt like she had to do, and...
It was a couple days
later, after that,
I got an e-mail demanding money.
Okay, so you're saying you were
being blackmailed as well.
There was a tape.
At first I thought
Karen made it,
but she was just as
mortified by it as I was.
Okay, so wait a minute.
You didn't make the tape.
Karen didn't make...
Who made the tape?
I don't know.
But I think Emily
figured out who it was.
And I think she confronted him
just like she confronted me...
and then he killed her.
McGarrett.
What?
I'll be right there.
What do you mean,
you need more evidence?
I'm telling you I saw Joe White
take my father at gunpoint.
Last time I checked,
that's kidnapping.
Guys. Thanks for the call.
Where's he at? He at the back?
Hey. Hey.
Why are you protecting him?
I'm here to see a friend.
Okay?
Well, your friend killed my father.
You got proof of that?
Look, we both know
what happened.
You just don't
want to believe it.
Hey.
Give me a minute?
Yeah, sure.
You gotta come clean
with these guys.?
I mean, you know
that, right?
You gotta tell them everything.
What is it you want
me to tell them?
Why you went to see Noshimuri...
why you were the last person
seen with him
before he disappeared.
You're interfering
with something
that you don't understand.
Then why don't you
explain it to me, Joe?!
Tell me what the hell's
going on!
You gotta wake up.
The walls are closing in on you.
HPD wants answers,
the Yakuza wants blood.
Shelburne--
is he worth this? Huh?
Is he worth going to jail for?
Is he worth dying for, Joe?
People already died, son.
I'm trying to make it stop!
I'm getting out of here.
Cops got nothing on me.
You gonna give me a ride,
or do I have to call a cab?
I figured out how
that sex tape was made,
and how your anonymous
blackmailer accessed it.
Summers' computer was
infected with spyware
that remotely activated
its webcam.
As simple as that?
Pretty much. The spyware
was a Trojan Horse
attached to a file containing
the Ala Moana Academy's
"Lookbook."
It's kind of like
a digital yearbook.
Okay, so Summers
downloaded the Lookbook,
and then...
And then he and Karen
must've had sex
in view of the laptop's camera.
And neither one of them knew
they were being watched,
or recorded.
That's really creepy.
Moral of the story:
resist the urge to have sex
in front of an open laptop.
Sometimes you scare me.
The other thing is...
I got an IP address for
the blackmail e-mails.
They both trace back
to the computer lab
at Ala Moana Academy.
Not sure if that helps.
You know what, it might.
When I was in high school,
we had to sign in
to use the school computers.
Thanks, Fong.
We got your name
from the sign-in sheet,
and we were wondering
if you can remember
who was using that computer
right before you.
Yeah, someone signed in
using a bogus name,
so we just need to talk to him.
Oh, man, that's totally lame.
I have a pretty good memory,
'cause I'm a journalist--
editor of the school
paper and all that--
but that was finals week.
It's all kind of a blur.
I remember I was just glad
to snag a computer at all.
Place was packed.
Oh, yeah. I've, uh...
seen this thing around.
What is this?
It's just this thing
called the Lookbook.
It's nothing... it's just
this thing that has pictures
of all the students on it.
Cool. Where'd you get it?
Made it.
Uh, Jared, we're gonna have to
ask you to come down to HQ...
Oh, come on.
Really? Is he serious?
I knew I shouldn't have upped
my asking price to ten grand.
Who ratted me out?
Exactly how many people
are you blackmailing?
Right now, about seven or eight.
Things pick up around exams.
You'd be surprised
how many cheating,
sex-crazed drug addicts
are at my school.
There was a laptop on the desk
in Emily Winter's bedroom.
Yeah, do you know if she
download the Lookbook?
Yeah, I had a live feed
on her computer,
but I stopped monitoring it.
That chick was
a total snoozefest.
All she ever did in her bedroom
was her homework.
And sleep.
Okay. Emily was murdered
in her bedroom.
She was?
Man, if I'd known that...
Wait, can you pull up
the footage
from the night she was killed?
Yeah.
Fast-forward.
- I'll tell you when to stop.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
This killer's organized,
cold, efficient...
not the work of a kid.
No. More like
a professional hit.
Okay, stop.
I ran him through every
facial recognition database
I could find, and I got a hit
with Interpol.
Killer's name
is Michael Angelico.
I've heard of this cat.
He's like a hit man for the mob.
No.
Angelico was never affiliated
with any particular
crime family.
He's just a hired gun.
He was on a DOD watch list,
suspected in five or six hits
over the last two decades.
Never been arrested.
We came across
his work in Chechnya.
He's good at what he does.
The best. According
to sources at the time,
his fee started at $250,000
and went up from there.
Okay, none of this makes sense.
Who hires a hit man
to kill a teenage girl?
Well, it doesn't
look like Angelico's
gonna be able to answer
that question for us.
According to TSA,
he's in the wind.
Left two hours after Emily's
murder on a flight to Manila.
I've got the surveillance
footage here.
That's him.
Stop right there.
Stop, stop. Push in
on the boarding pass.
Name on the ticket
is David Savage.
All right,
so homeboy's got an alias.
Okay, let's use this to track
hotel reservations,
car rentals...
anything else we can think of
that will help us
retrace his steps
while he was on
the island, okay?
He may be gone, but this
might help us figure out
who hired him. We've got to
get back to Emily's dad.
Want any help?
No. Uh...
Why don't you just
head back to your place,
keep a low profile.
I'll call you later. Okay?
I've never seen him
before in my life.
You're telling me that this is
the man who killed my daughter?
A hit man?
Yes, sir.
I don't understand.
Mr. Winter, do you, uh...
do you have any enemies that
could do something like this?
Enemies? Guys,
I'm a physical therapist.
Okay, anything, uh,
strange at work lately?
- Anything at all?
- No, nothing.
I haven't even been at work.
I've been on jury duty.
What, uh... what was
the case that you were on?
A small civil case.
It was...
a construction worker who
broke his leg on the job.
He's suing for medical
expenses, lost wages.
And he won the case?
I don't know.
It wasn't over yet.
They were just starting
closing arguments...
when Emily died.
The judge, he just
let you off, or..?
Yeah, he was very...
very understanding.
Excuse me.
Okay, look, I know
what you're thinking,
but... really?
A trial over a broken leg?
I mean, it doesn't seem like
the smoking gun here.
No, you generally don't hire
a hit man for that, but...
what if this entire case was
about forcing a mistrial?
That was so sad,
about Juror Number Seven's
daughter... what was his name?
- Greg Winter.
- Right.
Okay, I was under the impression
that something like this would
probably cause a mistrial. No?
No, we just seated an alternate
juror in his place.
It was pretty straightforward.
Wait a minute,
is that the defense team?
I know, can you believe it?
That's a lot of lawyers.
Hedsten Construction--
that's the defendant--
they pulled out all
the stops on this one.
Flew all the lawyers
in from New York.
Morgan, Frick & Dunne.
Bunch of Ivy League hotshots.
Even sprang for
Owen Sutherland,
the island's most expensive
jury consultant.
Hold on. I thought
this case was no big deal.
It isn't.
It's a $150,000 claim, tops.
But they wouldn't even talk
settlement with my client.
Doug was part of a crew on
a 16-unit apartment building.
He broke his leg when
the balcony gave way, and...
They're claiming he was
negligent, but come on...
the balcony fell off
the building.
Okay. Do you have new
Juror Number Seven's name?
Yeah.
Ray Donovan.
Thank you.
Well, if Angelico rented
this car, he cleaned it out.
It's spotless.
Yeah. Rental agent says
they clean all the cars
within 24 hours of return.
They also wipe the GPS
for customer privacy.
Oh, how considerate.
- Wait a minute.
- I'm sure our killer appreciates it.
Valet stub.
It's date stamped.
There's an address.
Steve, we got something
you need to see.
That's 4225 Kane Street. Now,
according to the valet stub,
we found on his car, Michael
Angelico visited someone
in that building when
he was on the island.
The only problem is,
we don't know who.
Five companies lease
office space in that building.
We've got two shrinks,
an accounting company,
a day spa and a
consulting firm.
Security sent over a photo
of everyone who works
in the building.
Wait a second.
This guy. Blow him up.
Okay, that's
Owen Sutherland.
We saw him in court today.
Yeah, he's the president and
CEO of Sutherland Consulting.
That's right. According to
the plaintiff's attorney,
he's the island's most
expensive jury consultant,
and he's working
for the defense.
That's gotta be who
our killer went to see.
Okay, yeah.
But how do we prove it?
We prove it with Juror
Number Seven, the one that
filled in for Emily's father.
You mean Ray Donovan?
We got something on him?
Yeah.
At first glance, guy seems like
a normal, working class guy.
No record, nothing strange
about his financials.
But his wife, on the other hand,
she's a different story.
She's a part-time dental
hygienist, all right?
All of a sudden, she receives
a $50,000 wire to her
personal checking account.
Let me guess:
the timing of it had
something to do with
Donovan being seated on the jury.
It came in that same day.
And it all leads back
to Owen Sutherland.
Okay. Let's go.
Go where?
Where we going?
Back to court.
Hey, Sutherland.
Five-O. Let's have a chat.
It's been a long day, gentlemen.
Why don't you call my office,
and, uh, we'll see
when we can fit you in.
Well, we're fitting
ourselves in right now.
How's that?
Oh, forgive me, I had no idea
it was this urgent.
Yeah, it's urgent.
- How's the trial going?
- It's in the jury's hands.
They started deliberations
this afternoon.
Must've been a relief...
to get Donovan
on the jury. Right?
Relief?
He was the alternate juror.
We're just glad that
the judicial process
seems to be working
the way it's supposed to.
Oh, by the way, we know that
you, you met with David Savage.
Oh, sorry...
you called him Michael?
Excuse me, I don't know
what you're talking about.
You don't? You know about
the $50,000 that landed in
Donovan's wife's
checking account?
You're lucky I'm in a good mood,
otherwise I might take offense
at that accusation.
There's a money trail, and
it's gonna lead back to you.
If you really believe that,
you're delusional.
How do you sleep at night,
knowing that you murdered
a little girl? Huh?
How much did Hedsten pay you
to deliver that verdict?
Was it worth it,
that blood money?
We're done here.
It's been a pleasure, gentlemen.
See you soon.
We gotta find Donovan.
Donovan's not gonna talk.
That depends how we ask
the questions.
Ray Donovan.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Owen Sutherland
sent us.
He wants to make sure
he's getting his money's
worth out of you.
I don't know anyone named
Sutherland. You got the wrong guy.
Oh, we got
the right guy.
You know where
you are, Ray?
I'll tell you.
You're standing on the edge
of an 80-foot drop
down to a rocky shore.
Stick your foot out.
Please!
Put it out.
You feel anything, huh?
No, please don't push me!
I'm doing everything
Sutherland wanted.
Like what, Ray?
What are you doing?
I'm making sure no one
on the jury's looking at the steel.
No one's even asking
any questions about it.
Yeah? What else?
I'm keeping 'em focused
on Doug's safety violations.
It's working.
I swear it's working.
You'll get your verdict.
That's great, Ray.
Thanks, buddy.
No! No!
You're an animal.
Okay.
Good news is,
you're alive.
Bad news is,
you're under arrest.
Book him, Danno.
Come on.
Ray Donovan was
actually telling
the truth: this case is
all about the steel.
Hedsten is just
a subsidiary
of a much larger company called
DeHavlen Construction.
And DeHavlen
supplied Hedsten
with the steel they used
in that apartment building.
Nothing wrong with that except
the steel was supposed
to come from Pittsburgh.
DeHavlen falsified invoices
and substituted Chinese steel.
Just pocketed
the difference.
You got it.
Chinese steel is not only
cheaper than the American stuff,
it can also be substandard.
So what you're saying is
because of bad steel
that the balcony fell
off the building.
Could mean the whole
building is unsound.
Here's the kicker:
Hedsten only used five percent
of the steel girders
in that load.
Five percent? What'd they do
with the rest of it?
What do you think,
$800 million?
Easy.
What do you think's
going to happen
when it gets out
that DeHavlen's using
substandard steel
to build their city
of tomorrow?
Somebody's gonna take
an $800 million bath
is what's gonna happen.
How you doing, man?
We're looking
for the contractor,
Bob Ledford. Is he around?
He's up on the fifth floor
talking to a sup.
Come on.
You shouldn't be here.
We need to talk.
About what?
You can't keep burying
your head in the sand.
Look, I'm trying
to get a job done here.
It's over, Bob.
You don't know that.
I am telling you it's over!
What are you talking about?
They know about
Donovan.
About the payoff.
That's on you!
I never asked you
to pay anyone off.
You wanted a guarantee!
I gave it to you!
Hey, hey! Five-O!
You're both under arrest.
Let me see both your hands.
You stupid son of a bitch!
Hey!
H-H-Hey! Turn around.
Down on your knees now. Now!
Okay, listen to me.
Give me your other hand.
I can't.
Give me your other hand.
Let me help you.
Come on!
Come on!
No!
No!!
♪
Just tell me what you did.
Admit it!
I did not...
kill your father.
Tell your men to put
their guns down right now, Adam.
This has nothing
to do with you, McGarrett.
Tell your men to put
their guns down,
or I'm gonna put two
in your head right now.
It's your last chance.
Untie Joe.
Do what he says.
Let's go, Joe.
You realize you just started
a war with the Yakuza.
No, Joe, you did that
when you grabbed
Hiro Noshimuri, okay?
They think
you killed him.
Well, I didn't kill him.
I helped him fake his death.
What?
Why?!
I can't tell you that.
I was tortured over Shelburne.
I was tortured!
Joe, Jenna Kaye paid
with her life!
I deserve answers.
I want answers.
I want them right now.
You know, son...
there was a time when I'd have
had you up on charges
of insubordination
for that.
You know, we're not
in the service anymore, Joe,
and you're
not my commanding officer.
You're right.
I'm not.
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