Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 17 - Pa'ani - full transcript
McGarrett and Danny's plans to go to the NFL Pro Bowl are interrupted when a computer executive is murdered during a team-building exercise at a corporate retreat.
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Go, go, go!
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Knock, knock.
Eyes on the target.
Take him out.
All clear. Target acquired.
Damn, guys! That hurt.
For real.
(both laugh)
Yeah, dude!
Yeah!
All right, man!
Whoo! (laughs)
Dude, awesome.
Yeah!
That was unreal!
Let's go again.
Very funny, Scott.
Game's over. Come on.
Time to get up.
Oh, my God.
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
3x17
Pa'ani
(The Game)
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RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Aloha, Honolulu.
Looks like a bright and
beautiful day as we kick off
another Pro Bowl weekend.
The NFL's biggest stars
are in town,
and if you want to see them
live at Hawaiian Airlines Field
at Aloha Stadium tomorrow,
I'll be giving away tickets
to the tenth caller.
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DANNY:
What's up, babe?
Aloha, fellas.
Can I interest you
in today's Pro Bowl
lunch special?
The only thing special
about that is
that you jacked the prices
up by 300%.
You know how it is, McGarrett.
Supply and demand.
Big cuz here knows how
to supersize da profits.
Okay, thanks, Flippa,
but we're not here
for lunch anyways.
No. Where are my Pro Bowl
tickets, babe? Come on.
One row up
from the AFC sideline.
Just like you asked.
Nice.
My man.
What are we doing?
We got three here.
No, we only want two.
Just two,
me and Danny.
Third one's for me.
Consider it
a convenience charge.
Convenience?
Convenience to who?
Me.
Yeah, I got that.
You gonna fork up
some cash or what?
What are you talking about?
It was your idea to get
the big sideline seats.
Now you want me
to pay for 'em?
Yeah, what gives?
Why did you have to sit
so close to the field?
Yeah.
It's none of your...
Tell him why.
Okay, okay, because
Peyton Manning is playing, okay,
and I'd like a chance
to meet him.
I thought the Jets
was your team.
The Jets are
my team, okay,
but this is the one game
of the year
where I just get to be a fan,
a fan of the sport.
No specific teams.
I'm just a fan enjoying the game,
and I am not gonna miss
my opportunity
to meet the greatest quarterback
of our generation.
Okay, wait a minute. Stop.
Stop what?
The greatest quarterback
of our generation?
That's what I said.
First of all, greatness is
measured in championships.
Am I wrong?
And if we go by that measure,
Tom Brady,
Tom Brady is the greatest
quarterback
of our generation. He has
three rings to Manning's one.
I knew you would say
something stupid like that.
Three to one.
Listen, Tom Brady is fantastic.
He's great. He's got good hair,
he's got a supermodel wife,
he's got the chin,
the Cary Grant chin, yeah.
But Peyton is without question
a better passer.
You're out
of your mind.
Gentlemen.
What?
Debating on which one of those
guys are better is pointless.
It's like arguing about who's
the greatest rock and roll band
of all time,
the Beatles or the Stones?
Oh, it's easy. The Beatles.
It's the Stones.
Of course the Brady fan says
the Beatles. See this?
Look, I think the takeaway is
we're living in
the new golden age
of quarterbacks.
We got Brady, Manning,
Rodgers, Brees.
It's almost
an embarrassment of riches.
That's a deeply
insightful analysis.
I just hate to see you two guys fight.
Fighting?
(phone rings)
This isn't fighting.
McGarrett.
So let me get
this straight.
You're telling me people,
they pay good money
to get chased around and shot at
with a pellet gun?
Everything about
these guns is real
except for the ammunition
they fire.
Trust me,
those training rounds,
they pack more of a punch
than you'd think.
I'll take your word for it.
You know what?
We should come
and do one of these
tactical simulations
sometime.
It's fantastic
for team building.
No, no, no.
Listen,
working with you is
harrowing enough, okay?
I do not need you
hunting me for sport.
Oh, you're right. It wouldn't
be much of a challenge.
KONO: Vic's name
is Scott Davis.
Worked for Ardus
Microsystems,
a technology firm based out
of California.
A bunch of executives
flew in for a corporate retreat,
and they booked out
the entire facility
for themselves.
STEVE: Looks like a nine-mil
through and through.
And the powder burns indicate
it was fired from close range.
Okay, these guys are running
around shooting each other
with pellet guns,
this guy gets hit
with a real bullet.
How does that happen?
That's a good question
to which I don't have an answer.
And to make things a little more
challenging for us,
there are no surveillance
cameras on the property.
That's great.
But the good news is
that all the players were
wearing action cameras.
That is good news. Maybe one
of them caught our killer
in the act.
I've broken down the rifles used
in the simulation.
Barrels measure out
at seven millimeters.
Even if you modify the firing
mechanism, there's no way
one these could have discharged
a nine-mil round.
Okay, so that means somebody
had to have a real gun.
Wouldn't be hard to pull off.
Participants don't get searched
coming in,
and the simulation guns
look so authentic,
it's hard to tell them apart
from the real thing.
Steve.
Duke, what do you got?
Handgun,
nine-millimeter.
My guys found it ditched
in some scrub
less than 50 yards
from the murder scene.
Pocket pistol.
Ideal for concealed carry.
Right. So one of Davis's
coworkers could have
snuck this on, killed him,
then dumped the weapon
before you guys arrived.
DANNY:
So much for team building.
I take it GSR
testing is out.
I mean, all of these guys
are gonna have gunpowder
on them from
the simulation weapons.
But only the murder weapon fired
real bullets.
Which is why we're
testing for lead.
If it's present on one
of these guys,
they're our shooter.
Guys, give me a second.
WOMAN:
I shouldn't even be here.
This retreat is for executives
only, and I'm just an assistant.
But Scott knew it was my dream
to visit Hawaii,
so he paid for me to come.
The flight, the hotel,
all out of his own pocket.
Melinda, I have to ask you
a question.
To the best of your knowledge,
did any of Scott's associates
have a, have a problem with him?
Scott Davis was the smartest
person I've ever met in my life.
People can be intimidated
by that,
but everyone at work loved him.
Okay.
Give me a second, please?
Sure.
Thanks.
The results came in.
None of these guys
tested positive for lead trace.
So who fired the murder weapon?
KONO: Okay, so the time codes are all
synced up and all
11 action cameras are playing
back in real time.
MAN: Try not to shoot me
in the back, dude!
We're on the same team!
Aw, crap.
Uh, which way
does this thing go in?
Come on, man,
it's not that hard.
Wait a minute. Pause. Pause it.
Where's this guy's camera angle?
Uh, doesn't look
like we have it.
But all 11 camera feeds
are up and running.
Well, punch in on him.
Well, that's why we
don't have it.
He's not wearing
an action cam.
Yeah. Check out
his mask.
It's a pretty different
than the others.
Okay, so we got
12 men on the field.
Yeah, 11 players, one killer.
LUKELA: We have road blocks set up,
birds in the air.
No sign of our
suspect so far.
It's been over an hour.
Even in this terrain,
he's long gone.
What about the
murder weapon?
Lab's processing it now.
Looks like a dead end.
No prints, serial number's
been filed off.
All right,
thanks, Duke.
KONO: Thanks. Hey, I showed around
a photo of our shooter,
but no one remembers seeing him
during the training simulation.
Turns out one
of their colleagues
was supposed to join
them this morning.
Never showed up.
His name's Brent Mercer.
Yeah, I ran his
credit card. He just
booked a flight out of town.
Leaves Honolulu in an hour.
An hour?
Guys skips town that quickly
after his colleague's murder,
it's the guy I want to talk to.
I don't know who you people are,
but you're damn sure gonna
explain to me why
you pulled me off my flight and
strapped me to this chair.
I should be halfway
to San Francisco by now.
If you're done, maybe we could
focus on where you were
this morning,
specifically at 9:27 a.m.
Which is the exact time
that your coworker Scott Davis
was shot and killed.
What?
Scott's dead?
Wow. The award for
best performance
by a murder suspect
goes to...
Wait, wait, wait.
You guys think I killed him?
by a murder suspect
Mm-hmm. goes to...
That-That's insane.
Well, it's not
really insane.
You were conspicuously absent
from the field trip
this morning,
and you still haven't told us
where you were.
I was at the hotel.
I was sleeping in.
Oh, yeah?
Can anyone corroborate that?
No.
DANNY:
All right, let's-let's recap.
You hated the victim,
you have no alibi,
and you tried to duck
out of town just a little while
after he was killed.
Whoa, who said...
who said I hated Scott?
You said you hated Scott
quite articulately, actually.
Scott, it's Brent.
You know, I always knew you were
an arrogant son of a bitch,
but you proved yourself tonight,
pal.
Those guys can keep
kissing your ass.
I'm done with you.
Is that your voice?
Is that your voice?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it's my voice.
Okay,
so you leave this message
on Scott's voice mail
late last night.
Then less than 12 hours later,
he's dead.
It's not what it sounds like.
Look, guys,
a bunch of us,
we went out for drinks
last night.
and we ran into Scott, okay?
I went over to him,
and I said hi,
and he completely blew me off.
I mean, this is coming
from the kid
who used to grab me my coffee
when I started at Ardus,
and now I have to report to him.
So forgive me,
but when he
treated me that way,
it was humiliating.
All right, good.
The only thing missing
was motive,
and you've kindly
provided that now.
Guys, guys, I was drunk,
I admit,
and I was pissed.
It was wrong, but the minute
I woke up this morning,
I regretted leaving
that message, okay?
I did.
That's the whole reason I bailed
on the outing.
I was embarrassed to face Scott.
(phone ringing) That's the truth,
but I didn't kill him.
Chin?
The CEO of Ardus
is a guy named Neil Redding.
He's the boss of both the victim
and our suspect.
He also likes to wear
very fancy suits.
I know that
because I happen
to be looking at him
through the window of my office.
He's here?
Yeah,
he just walked in, and he
insists on talking to you.
I was on my way to Beijing
to lock up a contract
when I got the call
about Scott's death.
I redirect the flight,
only to be told when I land
that Brent Mercer's being held
as a suspect.
So not only is one
of my top-tier employees dead,
but now another is under arrest.
I need somebody to tell me
what the hell is going on.
Okay, with all due respect,
Mr. Redding,
we're gonna ask the questions,
all right?
Of course.
Okay, you are
Brent Mercer's boss.
Do you think he's capable
of doing something like this?
This is a cutthroat business.
My people are very competitive
with each other.
In Brent's case, Scott came in
as an intern,
and he absolutely lapped him,
but I hired Brent.
I trained him myself.
Do I think he's capable
of killing Scott? No.
Why do you say that?
Brent's a great employee,
but what he doesn't have
is the fire in his belly.
I'm no psychologist,
but I can tell you
that he doesn't have the balls
to kill someone.
Looked into Brent's
airline ticket.
It was purchased online
at 9:45 this morning.
IP address traces back
to the hotel's Wi-Fi.
Okay, so unless somebody else
used Brent's computer,
that puts him at the hotel
less than 20 minutes
after the murder.
Yeah, which means
that there's no way
he could have been back
across the island
at the time of death.
Okay,
well, if this all checks out,
we'll be
releasing Brent shortly.
Good, 'cause my board
is panicked enough as it is.
Now I've got to get
to an emergency
meeting to assure them
that these events
won't take down
this company.
Wow, that's, uh...
I was gonna offer
my condolences,
but please.
I know this sounds cold,
Detective.
Scott Davis was
a personal friend of mine,
but to those people,
he was just an asset,
and a valuable one at that.
MAX:
Your field assessment
was correct.
C.O.D. was
a nine-millimeter gunshot wound
through the back of the head.
However,
here's what's interesting.
Routine tox screen revealed
that the victim
had detectable levels
of Flutoprazepam in his blood.
Sorry, fluto what now?
It's a hypnotic sedative used
as a muscle relaxant
for insomnia treatment.
It works by depressing
the central nervous system.
Okay, wait.
What would Davis take a sedative
before going on an intense
tactical training exercise?
Well, the real question is
why would he take it at all.
According
to his medical records,
it wasn't prescribed to him,
and recreational use seems
highly unlikely
as a dose that large
would have just knocked him out.
Can you tell how long
it's been in his system?
Based on the metabolites,
it would appear
that he ingested them
roughly around 12 hours ago.
Okay, I don't think our victim
took a sedative willingly.
I think someone drugged him
with it.
(phone line ringing)
Hey, Steve, it's Kono.
Okay, so Mercer puts
Davis at the bar
around the same time
he was drugged, right?
Right, maybe somebody
dosed him at the bar,
slipped something
in his drink.
That's what I'm thinking;
someone drugs this guy at night.
Next day he gets
shot in the head.
I'm guessing these
events are related.
All right.
You know this bar we're going to?
La Mariana Tiki Bar, yeah.
I'll drive.
You don't say.
Hi.
Hey. Hey.
What the, uh,
what the hell is this?
What, I can't surprise Steve
at work?
No, you can do that.
I'm talking about the, uh,
the jersey.
Oh, oh, well,
we moved around a lot
when I was a kid,
so you know, I never stayed
in one place long enough
to get tied to a team.
Oh, so you willingly root
for the Dallas Cowboys, huh?
Yeah.
Come on.
Who doesn't like America's team?
I-I don't.
We don't.
And, uh, if I
recall correctly,
my Redskins humiliated
your Cowboys
the last time they played.
DANNY:
That's very cute.
You got a Cowboys fan dating
a Redskins fan.
That's like the Capulets
and the Montagues.
(chuckles)
That's good.
I'm gonna give you an A plus
for that literary reference.
Oh, you got that? Thanks.
Yeah.
But actually, um, I came here
with a peace offering
for Steve. See,
the NFL hooked up my unit
with some tickets
for the game tomorrow.
So,
you and I
are going to the Pro Bowl.
What? (laughs)
I'm already going
with Danny.
You're...
We got 50 yard line seats.
Best seats in the house.
We got them this morning.
I'm sorry.
That's... that's cool. Okay.
Um, you know what,
my seats are-are pretty good.
So I'm sure I can find someone
else to take it. It's good.
Yeah.
DANNY:
I'm gonna just let
that awkward moment
fade out a little bit.
We got a bar to go to.
For a case. We're going
to a bar for a case.
It's a case. A bar case.
Okay.
Hey, why don't we do
some tailgating
before the game together?
You and me?
Yeah, I would love that.
But I don't want
to get in the way
of your man date with Danny.
It's not a man date.
No.
Anyway, Kamekona already
invited himself,
so it's fine;
you're not getting in the way.
Mmm,
that's a three-way bromance.
Cute.
Thanks.
It's very, very cute. I like it.
Okay.
♪ And repeats,
how it yells in my ear ♪
♪ Don't you know, you fool
♪ Ain't no chance to win
♪ Why not use
your mentality... ♪
All right, don't quote me,
but I think I like this place.
Yeah, my dad liked
it here, too, a lot.
He was a regular.
♪ Each time that I do,
just the thought of you ♪
♪ Makes stop
just before I begin ♪
♪ 'Cause I've got you ♪
♪ Under my skin
♪ And I dig you
♪ Under my skin.
(music ends)
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
give it up for the Kane of cool,
Hawaii's very own
Nicky "The Kid" Demarco.
The Kid?
Doesn't look like a kid.
Whatever you do, don't
ask him about his name,
don't answer any questions, let
me do the talking, all right?
Hey.
Little Stevie McGarrett,
what's cooking?
What's cooking?
You're cooking.
You sound great up there.
Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, Nicky,
I want you to meet my partner.
This is Detective Danny Williams.
Hey, Danny,
how are you?
Good, how are you?
You're not from
around here, are you?
No, I'm from New Jersey.
New Jersey?
Yeah.
Sit down, my boy.
I got to talk to you.
Okay.
Sit down right here.
New Jersey.
I used to work with a singer
from New Jersey
way back in the day.
Oh, yeah?
A fella by the name
of Francis Albert Sinatra.
Frank Sinatra?
You-you worked with Frank Sinatra.
Yeah.
You know he worked
with Frank Sinatra?
I-I've heard this story once
or twice.
Yeah, but-but he didn't.
July 18, 1965, Frank's playing
the Arie Crown Theater
in Chicago,
and his opening act calls
in sick.
I'm just
a 17-year-old stagehand,
but Frank turns to me
and he says,
"You're in, kid."
I opened the show,
and I killed them,
and I've been singing
as "The Kid" ever since.
That's a great story.
Yeah.
So listen, Nicky,
uh, we actually,
we need your help
in a case.
Yeah, sure.
Okay.
You see this guy
drinking here last night?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure, yeah. He came in solo.
He sat at the bar,
but he wasn't drinking alone
for long.
Holly got to him.
Who's Holly?
Close the door.
Blond bombshell.
She's got legs up to here.
You know, the word
on the street is
she's got a knack
for separating rich guys
from their hard-earned dough.
What do you mean,
she's a hooker?
No. She's got an angle,
but I don't know what
the angle is.
Okay, what about her last name?
You know her name, Nicky?
Sorry,
but maybe you should talk
to Isaiah there.
Him and Holly
were pretty chummy.
Who's Isaiah?
Is he the bouncer?
That's right.
You know, she used to lay
some pretty big tips
on him,
and I could never figure out
why she was so generous.
DANNY: Well, maybe if she's
running scams,
tipping him, he's got something
to do with it. He's in,
you know?
Where do you think
you're going?
(chuckles)
Frank taught me that.
I thought we were friends,
Nicky.
Actually,
I never cared for you.
Oh, so you rat me
out to the cops?
All I did was skim
cash at the door.
Hey, the cover charge is
for the talent.
That's me, you imbecile.
All right,
let's settle down here.
Why don't you tell us, Isaiah,
about this con
you've been running
with Holly?
Wh... It's not like that.
Okay, well, we're here;
tell us what it's like.
Look, I don't even know
the girl's real name.
She's a grifter.
Got a nice scam going
ripping off rich businessmen.
All I do is tip her off
when one of them's throwing cash
around at the bar.
What she does
to the poor saps after that
is up to her.
Okay,
well, the last poor sap she ran
a scam on ended up dead.
His name was Scott Davis.
You know him?
Wait, you talking about the dude
she hit up last night?
Because I had nothing
to do with that.
Hey, you lie to my friends
one more time,
I'll knock your teeth out.
Whoa.
You understand me?
Nick, come on,
take a seat.
Honestly, this Davis guy
was all plastic.
No cash.
I figured him for a lousy mark.
So you're telling us
you did not sic Holly onto him?
No way.
I was shocked
when she showed up
out of the blue
and locked onto that poor mope.
Couple drinks later,
he's wasted,
and she's helping him
out of the bar.
Those umbrella drinks
are pretty potent.
Especially if you add
a couple sedatives to them.
NICKY:
You let that broad
drug our customers?
What, are you nuts?
Whoa, whoa.
I've never known Holly
to drug anybody.
Girl that fine?
She's got no problems
getting dudes to leave
with her willingly.
But she was
clearly
working off a different
script last night.
STEVE:
All right, you might not
know her name,
but you must
have a way of getting
in contact with her.
Text message.
Her number's programmed
into my phone.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
All right.
Surprise,
surprise.
Holly's been using
a prepaid cell.
Chin and Kono are
running a trace now.
All right. So
what do we think?
It seems pretty
obvious to me
Holly's after
one thing, right?
It's the cash.
Now, all of
a sudden,
she switches
up her MO,
and goes after
Scott Davis.
It doesn't make sense.
I think somebody
used her to get close to him.
Okay, I'm thinking
that same someone
is behind Davis's murder.
So if we find Holly,
we find our killer.
KONO:
Okay. I'm here.
Looks like a lot of
people are checking in
for the game tomorrow.
So where am I going?
Head toward the front desk.
There should be
a corridor to the right.
Okay.
I'm heading for it now.
CHIN:
GPS on Holly's phone
puts her up ahead on the left.
There's no Holly,
but there's a door
marked "security."
Maybe she got
pinched pulling
one of her scams.
Okay, let me call you back.
Took you long
enough to get here.
HPD told me they were sending
a unit an hour ago.
Look, that's not me.
I'm with Five-O.
Nice.
I'm running down a suspect.
Looks like you have her phone.
Let me guess...
tall, blond, a looker?
Yeah, that's her.
Yeah.
Girl forgot her phone
by the pool.
She was in a real hurry
to get out of here
after the incident.
What incident?
Yeah, that's Holly.
Who's the guy she's with?
You mean the unsub?
I wasn't able
to ID him.
Watched a few cop shows,
have you?
Actually, I put an application
into HPD.
We might
get a chance
to work together soon.
Look forward to it.
It's getting
pretty heated.
Looks like she wants
to get out of there.
Wait, it gets better.
Huh.
Recognize
the good
Samaritan?
That's
Arian Foster.
What, the
running back
for the Texans?
Yeah.
He's even
hotter
without the pads and the helmet.
♪
You see Peyton?
Okay. We're supposed
to be working.
Would you stop stalking
Peyton Manning?
Just if you see him,
let me know, please.
Please?
There's Arian Foster.
ARIAN:
I said I'm...
not really comfortable
with that, man.
But we all want to
see you do it.
(chanting)
Do it! Do it! Do it!
Namaste.
(fans cheer)
Thanks!
I really appreciate
the love, man, but
a touchdown ritual,
and what I do
in the end zone
is kind of, like, sacred.
So I like to keep it on the
field, you understand?
Sure. You're welcome.
STEVE: Arian.
Steve McGarrett,
Five-O. We'd like you
to answer some questions.
All right.
Originally, I was just
trying to help the girl out.
But... he took a swing at me,
so, you know,
I had to defend myself.
But, you know,
after that,
they both left.
STEVE: Okay.
Um, by any chance
did you catch
either of
their names?
Or maybe hear
what they were arguing about?
No, not really.
The guy was kind of
trying to avoid a scene.
And, um, she was
pretty hot about something.
But I do remember
her saying
something, like,
along the lines of,
"What are you trying
to get me caught up in?"
Or, you know,
something like that.
Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't be
any more of...
No, no, no. It's cool, man.
Y-You've been very helpful.
Appreciate it.
Actually, um,
I-I have one question,
if that's okay.
Yeah, man.
Okay, uh, week 11,
you guys are playing
the Jaguars,
you took a handoff
and ran out the outside
about three yards,
three, four yards, and then...
you kind of got hit but you kind
of didn't get hit and y-you
let the ball go.
You fumbled the ball.
And I was just curious
if you remember
how that happened
or why that happened or...
(chuckles)
You serious?
Are you serious?
I... Oh, I... I'm serious, yeah.
(chuckles)
Well, officer, um,
I carried the ball
over 350 times this year, um...
and you're asking me
about one of the two fumbles
I lost all year?
No. I-It's just that that, um...
that possession,
it really burned
in my memory, you see,
because I had you
in my fantasy football league,
and if y-you didn't
drop that ball,
I would've won the championship,
so it was very...
(sighs)
With all due respect, officer,
you should let that one go.
He should.
You're probably right.
Thank you again, man.
Appreciate it.
That's-that's a nice ring.
Tell me about that. Thanks, man.
Not a Super Bowl ring, right?
Okay.
It's all day.
I'm sorry.
Uh, well, officer, this is
a class ring.
I got it when I was, um...
when I was playing college.
By any chance,
were you wearing that
when you got into it
with these suspects?
Yeah, why?
STEVE: Hey, Charlie,
McGarrett.
Listen, we got a
piece of evidence
we need you to run for DNA.
We're bringing it down now.
You know, I can't believe
you embarrassed yourself
like that back there.
Uh, Foster's the one
who should be embarrassed, okay?
I'm not the one
who fumbled that ball.
He holds onto that ball,
and I am a fantasy champion.
Instead
you're a real-life imbecile.
Are you kidding me? Okay, it's
easy to criticize these guys
from the comfort of your couch.
It's a little harder
when you're on the field
and there's a linebacker coming
at you like a freight train.
Okay,
you don't understand.
You don't play fantasy football.
No, you're right.
I was too busy
playing real football.
Okay, what I do takes skill.
Okay? You got to know
who to draft,
you got to know who to trade,
you got to work the waiver wire.
There's a lot of things
that go into it, see. Okay, - Huh.
Does it involve throwing,
catching or making a tackle?
No.
Well, that's because
it's Dungeons & Dragons
for sports geeks,
okay? So,
in the words of Arian Foster,
you need to let this go.
KONO
Our friend Holly,
she's been pretty active lately.
Her picture turned up in a bunch
of open HPD investigations.
STEVE:
Okay.
We get a name?
Yeah.
Ten of 'em.
All aliases.
But the good news is
we got an I.D.
on the guy she was meeting
with this morning.
The DNA from the ring
came back to a
Timothy Cross.
He's in the system
for B and E
and extortion.
Back in '08, Cross got popped
trying to blackmail
a federal judge in California,
and, uh,
he was released
from San Quentin six months ago.
That makes sense. A guy
with a background like this
shows up in Hawaii, hooks up
with a local grifter-type chick.
Yeah, and speaking
of Cross' background,
uh, before he turned
to a life of crime,
he was an officer in the Army.
He had quite
a career
before he was
dishonorably discharged.
10th Special Forces Group.
Okay, well, this guy's
definitely got the skill set
to pull off the shooting.
And that's not all.
According to
Cross' file,
he's six feet,
185 pounds.
That's the same
height and build
as our shooter.
All right, so Cross
goes after Holly
to run this con on Davis.
Obviously she doesn't know
that it's gonna end up
in a murder beef.
Makes sense
why she flipped out on him
by the pool today.
STEVE: Looks like
Cross just graduated
from extortion to murder.
(scoffs)
Why would I want
to run around
playing soldier with a bunch
of wannabe action heroes?
'Cause it was
a perfect opportunity
to take out the target.
STEVE: Yeah, you just walk right up
to him with a mask on,
shoot him point-blank
in the head. By the time
anybody realizes he's dead,
you're long gone.
So you're saying that's me?
'Cause all I see
is a grainy picture
of someone in a mask.
Hmm.
Nice try.
No, really.
I didn't kill anybody.
I don't even know
who this Davis guy is.
Who said his name was Davis?
KONO: Let me guess.
(sighs)
You're gonna say
that's not you either.
STEVE: Listen, we know
you were running a con
on Scott Davis, okay? And that
you used Holly to drug him.
Given your history, I'm thinking
it was a blackmail attempt.
Is that right?
KONO: So what happened?
Davis threatened to go to the
cops and you had to kill him?
It's not like that.
STEVE: Well, why don't you tell us
what it's like.
(sighs)
Look, I'll admit
to targeting the guy,
but it wasn't over blackmail.
I've been out of that game for years.
So what's your game now?
Intelligence gathering.
I got a knack
for obtaining information
that isn't available
through legal means.
In this case, a client
hired me to steal
Ardus's intellectual property.
All right, so you figured
Scott Davis was the guy to go to
for that, and you used Holly
to get close to him.
Girl's got a nice scam going--
getting guys back to their rooms
so she can rob them.
All she had
to do this time
was copy the data from Davis's
laptop onto a flash drive.
I gave her a sedative
to slip him at the bar
and 20 grand for her trouble.
KONO:
So that's why
you were meeting yesterday--
she was supposed
to hand you over
the flash drive.
(sighs)
But...
we all know how that went, huh?
Holly had seen on TV
that Davis was dead.
She got spooked,
thought I was involved.
And before I could
talk her down
and get the drive from her,
some hero stepped in
and clocked me.
Now I'm out $20K,
I have no flash drive.
My clients aren't gonna be
too happy about that.
Why don't you give us their
names? We'll call and apologize
for you.
I wish I could.
But I don't even know
who they are.
It's all arranged through
double-blind contacts.
These Wall Street-types,
they're good
at avoiding jail time.
STEVE:
They might be.
You're not.
Yeah.
Look, I've, uh...
I suppose I have violated one
or two conditions of my parole,
but there is no way
I'm eating a murder charge.
Koali Day Spa.
That's where I was yesterday
morning when Davis was shot.
The masseuse mostly focused
on my glutes, but I'm guessing
she'll remember my face.
Okay, so, Cross' alibi
checks out-- spa confirmed
he was there yesterday
from 8:00 to 10:00.
Yeah, I was listening in
on the interrogation.
So, Cross hired Holly
to get the data off of Davis's computer.
STEVE: Mm-hmm.
But when HPD searched the hotel
room, there was no laptop
in there.
Wait a minute.
We know that Holly dumped
the data onto a flash drive.
The only reason
she would do that
is if she was leaving
the laptop behind.
Right.
KONO: Which means
someone else must've stolen it
from Davis's room
after the murder.
I think I might know
what they were looking for.
I dug into Ardus's
financials.
Turns out they were
heavily invested
in a next-gen mobile chipset
that was developed by Davis.
Rumor is this could be
a billion-dollar product.
Well, that would explain
why Cross' client
was willing to engage
in corporate espionage
to get the data
off Scott Davis's computer.
And why someone else might be
willing to kill for it.
Hey. All right, so I just got
off the phone
with the clerk's office.
One of Holly's
aliases traces back
to an address
on Waipahu.
Deed goes back seven years,
well before her grifting days.
Check this out. Check this out.
Check this out.
Make it happen, please.
Thank you.
That's her.
DANNY: Holly's real name
is Lana Sullivan.
(phone rings)
Cath, what's up?
Hey, you tell me.
Kickoff's in an hour.
You gonna make it?
Yes, we are going
to make it.
We're... Listen, I know I said we
were gonna hang out,
but we're kinda tied up
with this case.
Well, you're missing
quite a scene.
For the record,
I can eat grilled Spam
any day of the week here, okay?
I am not missing my opportunity
to meet a living legend, okay?
All right. Well, if you guys
make it here,
I'll try to find you
during halftime, okay?
STEVE:
Sounds good. See you soon.
All right, we found Holly.
Lana.
Whatever.
STEVE:
Hey! Hey, Five-O.
Hey, hey,
don't move! Hey!
Hey. Back up.
Who the hell are you?
Beth Sullivan.
You look a lot like
your sister Lana.
I presume
that's how you're related?
Okay, where's Lana?
What are you looking at?
She seems a lot
more interested in something
on this desk
than talking to us.
Please,
I'm just trying
to protect my sister.
DANNY: Protect your
sister from what?
STEVE:
Hey. This is a copy
of Scott Davis's hard drive.
Why were you
about to send this
to the Honolulu Times?
I told her not to do it,
that it was dangerous, but...
DANNY: Do what?
What was she gonna do?
She said she found a buyer,
somebody willing to pay for what
was on that guy's
hard drive.
She's on her way
to meet him now.
Okay, so this e-mail
is her insurance policy.
(sighs)
If I don't hear
from her by 2:00,
I'm supposed to send
the file to the press.
Okay, where's the meeting
supposed to be?
You'll just arrest her.
STEVE:
That's better
than what the buyer
might do to her. Okay,
somebody's already been killed
over the data on that computer.
You want to put your sister
in that kind of danger?
So tell us,
where is she?
CHIN: (over radio) So, I dug through
the copy of Davis's hard drive
you sent over,
and found an e-mail thread
between him and his boss,
Neil Redding.
Turns out that for months
he has been warning Redding
that the chipset that Ardus
was developing wasn't viable.
Wait a minute, this guy
stakes his entire company
on this new technology,
millions of dollars in R&D
and the thing doesn't even work?
Exactly. And when
Wall Street gets wind
of this, that'll be
the end of Ardus.
Okay, but there's nothing
Redding can do to stop that.
I mean, even if
he silences Davis,
he's only gonna buy some time,
right? So why kill him?
Here's why.
I finally heard back
from Ardus's insurance carrier.
They held a $30 million "Key
Person" life policy on Davis.
These policies cover
high-level employees
who are considered
essential
to a company's success.
Okay, so Davis is worth more
to Redding dead than alive.
Right.
Hey, guys. Okay,
so, Redding's office said
that he was en route to California,
so I dispatched SFPD to
pick him up at the airport,
but when his plane arrived,
he wasn't on it.
That's great.
So where the hell is he?
Here. The pilot
copped to forging
the flight manifest
to and from Honolulu.
Redding's actually been on the island
for the past 48 hours.
That means he was here
when Davis was killed.
DANNY: Okay, so
Redding kills Davis
for the insurance payout,
and uses the forged
flight manifest as his alibi.
Yeah, but there's no way
he could've predicted
that one of Ardus's
rivals would hire Cross
to clone Davis's laptop.
STEVE:
Okay, and now
with these incriminating e-mails
out there in the world,
Redding has one last
loose end to tie up.
I believe you have
something for me.
I do if you brought the cash.
It's close by, but I want to
see what I'm buying first.
A little advice:
next time you steal something,
don't try selling it back
to the people you took it from.
Not that there's gonna
be a next time.
Start walking.
You think I'm stupid, don't you?
The thought crossed my mind.
I took a look at what was
on that drive--
I know what
you're trying to hide.
Yeah, I figured as much,
and that's why
you'll be going
off the pier, too.
Well, here's what
you don't know.
If I don't make a call
in the next 15 minutes,
everything that's on that
flash drive goes public.
Front page news
by morning.
Who's stupid now?
STEVE:
Five-O! Hey.
Hey!
(woman shrieks)
(grunts)
Up.
(groans in pain)
All right.
You all right?
Huh?
DANNY: Oh.
Wow. Buddy, I, uh...
I don't think your
shoulder's supposed
to look like that.
Come on.
These guys have got to take me
to King's to set my arm.
Just go already.
You're gonna miss the kickoff.
What are you doing?
What I'm doing, I'm...
making sure these prime,
once-in-a-lifetime seats
don't go to waste.
(crowd cheering)
Hey, it's a good thing
your friends couldn't make it, huh?
Mm. You realize this is not
that kind of
football, right?
I'm being ironic.
Ironic.
Glad you could make it, Chin.
I thought Kono
was gonna join us.
She was.
But she got a
better offer.
Oh!
Oh!
Go!
Go! Go!
Go! Go!
STEVE:
Okay.
On three, right?
That's right.
One, two,
three.
(loud cracking)
(grunts)
I got it, I got it,
I got it, ai!
TV ANNOUNCER:
Fourth and goal. There's the snap.
Manning drops back
in the pocket.
Throws over the middle--
and it's caught
by A.J. Green for a touchdown!
(quietly) Yay, a touchdown.
That's so great.
So great to be there.
It would've been fun.
ANNOUNCER: Number 18 is one
popular man here in Hawaii.
You got to be kidding me.
You got to...
you got to be kidding me.
I know those two girls.
I-I could have been...
(big sigh)
♪
STEVE: You believe
where we are, Danny?
Pretty incredible, right?
Huh? What do you think?
It's-it's amazing.
It's amazing, right?
I mean, I think
it'd be a little more
impressive, uh,
with 50,000 people
in the stands,
the greatest athletes
of all time on the field, but it's...
it's nice like this;
I like this.
This is... this is nice.
I'm sorry that you had to miss
the game because of me. I am.
Okay?
Okay.
But look at it this way--
next year Peyton Manning's,
like, he's virtually a lock
for the Pro Bowl team again,
right?
All right,
we've got the field
for ten minutes,
and then they got
to cover it up.
Okay. Thanks
for making it happen.
CATHERINE:
No problem.
Uh, listen, Peyton
said he was sorry.
He really wanted to meet you,
but he had a plane to catch.
Pey-Peyton?
Mm-hmm.
You guys are on a
first-name basis now?
Kind of.
Uh-huh.
Uh, we had a talk after the game,
and I told him
that you were a huge fan
and that you had to miss the
game because of a case, and, uh,
he wanted me
to give you this.
Okay, that's awesome.
(laughs)
That's awesome.
That's really great.
Thank you.
(quietly)
Welcome.
(clears throat)
Um, what's he like?
Oh, okay, he's so nice.
And really tall.
Like... tall.
Well, he's got to get over the line.
Should I be jealous?
DANNY: Should
you be jealous?
He's a, um,
four-time MVP,
Super Bowl champion,
future Hall-of-Famer.
Should you be jealous?
Okay, besides that,
what's he done?
What's he done?
Yeah, what's he done?
He hosted Saturday Night Live,
does a lot of charity work,
works with kids.
He, uh, gave me this football.
We should throw that.
Let's throw the ball.
CATHERINE: (laughs)
Whoa.
That-that right there
is an autographed ball.
When's he gonna get a chance
to catch a pass
on an actual NFL field?
Look at this.
Let's go.
- It's my ball.
- Okay.
So I make the decision, right?
All right.
(sighs)
Uh...
Okay, okay. All right,
you want me to run a post?
Easy out. I can run a fly.
Square in, square out.
Why don't you run,
I'll throw you the ball.
You like the "go route,"
then. Okay.
That's awesome.
- All right, you ready?
- You're gonna do it, do it right.
Call it out and do
the whole thing.
I'll call it out.
(laughs)
All right.
♪
All right.
All right.
Blue 22, hut, hut,
hut!
(grunting)
(shouts)
Oh!
(shouts)
Danny's actually got
pretty good hands.
STEVE:
You know,
if his legs could move
as fast as his mouth,
he could play
for the NFL.
Hey, you okay?
(groans)
I got to go see a doctor.
♪
Go, go, go!
♪
♪
Knock, knock.
Eyes on the target.
Take him out.
All clear. Target acquired.
Damn, guys! That hurt.
For real.
(both laugh)
Yeah, dude!
Yeah!
All right, man!
Whoo! (laughs)
Dude, awesome.
Yeah!
That was unreal!
Let's go again.
Very funny, Scott.
Game's over. Come on.
Time to get up.
Oh, my God.
(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)
3x17
Pa'ani
(The Game)
♪
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Aloha, Honolulu.
Looks like a bright and
beautiful day as we kick off
another Pro Bowl weekend.
The NFL's biggest stars
are in town,
and if you want to see them
live at Hawaiian Airlines Field
at Aloha Stadium tomorrow,
I'll be giving away tickets
to the tenth caller.
♪
DANNY:
What's up, babe?
Aloha, fellas.
Can I interest you
in today's Pro Bowl
lunch special?
The only thing special
about that is
that you jacked the prices
up by 300%.
You know how it is, McGarrett.
Supply and demand.
Big cuz here knows how
to supersize da profits.
Okay, thanks, Flippa,
but we're not here
for lunch anyways.
No. Where are my Pro Bowl
tickets, babe? Come on.
One row up
from the AFC sideline.
Just like you asked.
Nice.
My man.
What are we doing?
We got three here.
No, we only want two.
Just two,
me and Danny.
Third one's for me.
Consider it
a convenience charge.
Convenience?
Convenience to who?
Me.
Yeah, I got that.
You gonna fork up
some cash or what?
What are you talking about?
It was your idea to get
the big sideline seats.
Now you want me
to pay for 'em?
Yeah, what gives?
Why did you have to sit
so close to the field?
Yeah.
It's none of your...
Tell him why.
Okay, okay, because
Peyton Manning is playing, okay,
and I'd like a chance
to meet him.
I thought the Jets
was your team.
The Jets are
my team, okay,
but this is the one game
of the year
where I just get to be a fan,
a fan of the sport.
No specific teams.
I'm just a fan enjoying the game,
and I am not gonna miss
my opportunity
to meet the greatest quarterback
of our generation.
Okay, wait a minute. Stop.
Stop what?
The greatest quarterback
of our generation?
That's what I said.
First of all, greatness is
measured in championships.
Am I wrong?
And if we go by that measure,
Tom Brady,
Tom Brady is the greatest
quarterback
of our generation. He has
three rings to Manning's one.
I knew you would say
something stupid like that.
Three to one.
Listen, Tom Brady is fantastic.
He's great. He's got good hair,
he's got a supermodel wife,
he's got the chin,
the Cary Grant chin, yeah.
But Peyton is without question
a better passer.
You're out
of your mind.
Gentlemen.
What?
Debating on which one of those
guys are better is pointless.
It's like arguing about who's
the greatest rock and roll band
of all time,
the Beatles or the Stones?
Oh, it's easy. The Beatles.
It's the Stones.
Of course the Brady fan says
the Beatles. See this?
Look, I think the takeaway is
we're living in
the new golden age
of quarterbacks.
We got Brady, Manning,
Rodgers, Brees.
It's almost
an embarrassment of riches.
That's a deeply
insightful analysis.
I just hate to see you two guys fight.
Fighting?
(phone rings)
This isn't fighting.
McGarrett.
So let me get
this straight.
You're telling me people,
they pay good money
to get chased around and shot at
with a pellet gun?
Everything about
these guns is real
except for the ammunition
they fire.
Trust me,
those training rounds,
they pack more of a punch
than you'd think.
I'll take your word for it.
You know what?
We should come
and do one of these
tactical simulations
sometime.
It's fantastic
for team building.
No, no, no.
Listen,
working with you is
harrowing enough, okay?
I do not need you
hunting me for sport.
Oh, you're right. It wouldn't
be much of a challenge.
KONO: Vic's name
is Scott Davis.
Worked for Ardus
Microsystems,
a technology firm based out
of California.
A bunch of executives
flew in for a corporate retreat,
and they booked out
the entire facility
for themselves.
STEVE: Looks like a nine-mil
through and through.
And the powder burns indicate
it was fired from close range.
Okay, these guys are running
around shooting each other
with pellet guns,
this guy gets hit
with a real bullet.
How does that happen?
That's a good question
to which I don't have an answer.
And to make things a little more
challenging for us,
there are no surveillance
cameras on the property.
That's great.
But the good news is
that all the players were
wearing action cameras.
That is good news. Maybe one
of them caught our killer
in the act.
I've broken down the rifles used
in the simulation.
Barrels measure out
at seven millimeters.
Even if you modify the firing
mechanism, there's no way
one these could have discharged
a nine-mil round.
Okay, so that means somebody
had to have a real gun.
Wouldn't be hard to pull off.
Participants don't get searched
coming in,
and the simulation guns
look so authentic,
it's hard to tell them apart
from the real thing.
Steve.
Duke, what do you got?
Handgun,
nine-millimeter.
My guys found it ditched
in some scrub
less than 50 yards
from the murder scene.
Pocket pistol.
Ideal for concealed carry.
Right. So one of Davis's
coworkers could have
snuck this on, killed him,
then dumped the weapon
before you guys arrived.
DANNY:
So much for team building.
I take it GSR
testing is out.
I mean, all of these guys
are gonna have gunpowder
on them from
the simulation weapons.
But only the murder weapon fired
real bullets.
Which is why we're
testing for lead.
If it's present on one
of these guys,
they're our shooter.
Guys, give me a second.
WOMAN:
I shouldn't even be here.
This retreat is for executives
only, and I'm just an assistant.
But Scott knew it was my dream
to visit Hawaii,
so he paid for me to come.
The flight, the hotel,
all out of his own pocket.
Melinda, I have to ask you
a question.
To the best of your knowledge,
did any of Scott's associates
have a, have a problem with him?
Scott Davis was the smartest
person I've ever met in my life.
People can be intimidated
by that,
but everyone at work loved him.
Okay.
Give me a second, please?
Sure.
Thanks.
The results came in.
None of these guys
tested positive for lead trace.
So who fired the murder weapon?
KONO: Okay, so the time codes are all
synced up and all
11 action cameras are playing
back in real time.
MAN: Try not to shoot me
in the back, dude!
We're on the same team!
Aw, crap.
Uh, which way
does this thing go in?
Come on, man,
it's not that hard.
Wait a minute. Pause. Pause it.
Where's this guy's camera angle?
Uh, doesn't look
like we have it.
But all 11 camera feeds
are up and running.
Well, punch in on him.
Well, that's why we
don't have it.
He's not wearing
an action cam.
Yeah. Check out
his mask.
It's a pretty different
than the others.
Okay, so we got
12 men on the field.
Yeah, 11 players, one killer.
LUKELA: We have road blocks set up,
birds in the air.
No sign of our
suspect so far.
It's been over an hour.
Even in this terrain,
he's long gone.
What about the
murder weapon?
Lab's processing it now.
Looks like a dead end.
No prints, serial number's
been filed off.
All right,
thanks, Duke.
KONO: Thanks. Hey, I showed around
a photo of our shooter,
but no one remembers seeing him
during the training simulation.
Turns out one
of their colleagues
was supposed to join
them this morning.
Never showed up.
His name's Brent Mercer.
Yeah, I ran his
credit card. He just
booked a flight out of town.
Leaves Honolulu in an hour.
An hour?
Guys skips town that quickly
after his colleague's murder,
it's the guy I want to talk to.
I don't know who you people are,
but you're damn sure gonna
explain to me why
you pulled me off my flight and
strapped me to this chair.
I should be halfway
to San Francisco by now.
If you're done, maybe we could
focus on where you were
this morning,
specifically at 9:27 a.m.
Which is the exact time
that your coworker Scott Davis
was shot and killed.
What?
Scott's dead?
Wow. The award for
best performance
by a murder suspect
goes to...
Wait, wait, wait.
You guys think I killed him?
by a murder suspect
Mm-hmm. goes to...
That-That's insane.
Well, it's not
really insane.
You were conspicuously absent
from the field trip
this morning,
and you still haven't told us
where you were.
I was at the hotel.
I was sleeping in.
Oh, yeah?
Can anyone corroborate that?
No.
DANNY:
All right, let's-let's recap.
You hated the victim,
you have no alibi,
and you tried to duck
out of town just a little while
after he was killed.
Whoa, who said...
who said I hated Scott?
You said you hated Scott
quite articulately, actually.
Scott, it's Brent.
You know, I always knew you were
an arrogant son of a bitch,
but you proved yourself tonight,
pal.
Those guys can keep
kissing your ass.
I'm done with you.
Is that your voice?
Is that your voice?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it's my voice.
Okay,
so you leave this message
on Scott's voice mail
late last night.
Then less than 12 hours later,
he's dead.
It's not what it sounds like.
Look, guys,
a bunch of us,
we went out for drinks
last night.
and we ran into Scott, okay?
I went over to him,
and I said hi,
and he completely blew me off.
I mean, this is coming
from the kid
who used to grab me my coffee
when I started at Ardus,
and now I have to report to him.
So forgive me,
but when he
treated me that way,
it was humiliating.
All right, good.
The only thing missing
was motive,
and you've kindly
provided that now.
Guys, guys, I was drunk,
I admit,
and I was pissed.
It was wrong, but the minute
I woke up this morning,
I regretted leaving
that message, okay?
I did.
That's the whole reason I bailed
on the outing.
I was embarrassed to face Scott.
(phone ringing) That's the truth,
but I didn't kill him.
Chin?
The CEO of Ardus
is a guy named Neil Redding.
He's the boss of both the victim
and our suspect.
He also likes to wear
very fancy suits.
I know that
because I happen
to be looking at him
through the window of my office.
He's here?
Yeah,
he just walked in, and he
insists on talking to you.
I was on my way to Beijing
to lock up a contract
when I got the call
about Scott's death.
I redirect the flight,
only to be told when I land
that Brent Mercer's being held
as a suspect.
So not only is one
of my top-tier employees dead,
but now another is under arrest.
I need somebody to tell me
what the hell is going on.
Okay, with all due respect,
Mr. Redding,
we're gonna ask the questions,
all right?
Of course.
Okay, you are
Brent Mercer's boss.
Do you think he's capable
of doing something like this?
This is a cutthroat business.
My people are very competitive
with each other.
In Brent's case, Scott came in
as an intern,
and he absolutely lapped him,
but I hired Brent.
I trained him myself.
Do I think he's capable
of killing Scott? No.
Why do you say that?
Brent's a great employee,
but what he doesn't have
is the fire in his belly.
I'm no psychologist,
but I can tell you
that he doesn't have the balls
to kill someone.
Looked into Brent's
airline ticket.
It was purchased online
at 9:45 this morning.
IP address traces back
to the hotel's Wi-Fi.
Okay, so unless somebody else
used Brent's computer,
that puts him at the hotel
less than 20 minutes
after the murder.
Yeah, which means
that there's no way
he could have been back
across the island
at the time of death.
Okay,
well, if this all checks out,
we'll be
releasing Brent shortly.
Good, 'cause my board
is panicked enough as it is.
Now I've got to get
to an emergency
meeting to assure them
that these events
won't take down
this company.
Wow, that's, uh...
I was gonna offer
my condolences,
but please.
I know this sounds cold,
Detective.
Scott Davis was
a personal friend of mine,
but to those people,
he was just an asset,
and a valuable one at that.
MAX:
Your field assessment
was correct.
C.O.D. was
a nine-millimeter gunshot wound
through the back of the head.
However,
here's what's interesting.
Routine tox screen revealed
that the victim
had detectable levels
of Flutoprazepam in his blood.
Sorry, fluto what now?
It's a hypnotic sedative used
as a muscle relaxant
for insomnia treatment.
It works by depressing
the central nervous system.
Okay, wait.
What would Davis take a sedative
before going on an intense
tactical training exercise?
Well, the real question is
why would he take it at all.
According
to his medical records,
it wasn't prescribed to him,
and recreational use seems
highly unlikely
as a dose that large
would have just knocked him out.
Can you tell how long
it's been in his system?
Based on the metabolites,
it would appear
that he ingested them
roughly around 12 hours ago.
Okay, I don't think our victim
took a sedative willingly.
I think someone drugged him
with it.
(phone line ringing)
Hey, Steve, it's Kono.
Okay, so Mercer puts
Davis at the bar
around the same time
he was drugged, right?
Right, maybe somebody
dosed him at the bar,
slipped something
in his drink.
That's what I'm thinking;
someone drugs this guy at night.
Next day he gets
shot in the head.
I'm guessing these
events are related.
All right.
You know this bar we're going to?
La Mariana Tiki Bar, yeah.
I'll drive.
You don't say.
Hi.
Hey. Hey.
What the, uh,
what the hell is this?
What, I can't surprise Steve
at work?
No, you can do that.
I'm talking about the, uh,
the jersey.
Oh, oh, well,
we moved around a lot
when I was a kid,
so you know, I never stayed
in one place long enough
to get tied to a team.
Oh, so you willingly root
for the Dallas Cowboys, huh?
Yeah.
Come on.
Who doesn't like America's team?
I-I don't.
We don't.
And, uh, if I
recall correctly,
my Redskins humiliated
your Cowboys
the last time they played.
DANNY:
That's very cute.
You got a Cowboys fan dating
a Redskins fan.
That's like the Capulets
and the Montagues.
(chuckles)
That's good.
I'm gonna give you an A plus
for that literary reference.
Oh, you got that? Thanks.
Yeah.
But actually, um, I came here
with a peace offering
for Steve. See,
the NFL hooked up my unit
with some tickets
for the game tomorrow.
So,
you and I
are going to the Pro Bowl.
What? (laughs)
I'm already going
with Danny.
You're...
We got 50 yard line seats.
Best seats in the house.
We got them this morning.
I'm sorry.
That's... that's cool. Okay.
Um, you know what,
my seats are-are pretty good.
So I'm sure I can find someone
else to take it. It's good.
Yeah.
DANNY:
I'm gonna just let
that awkward moment
fade out a little bit.
We got a bar to go to.
For a case. We're going
to a bar for a case.
It's a case. A bar case.
Okay.
Hey, why don't we do
some tailgating
before the game together?
You and me?
Yeah, I would love that.
But I don't want
to get in the way
of your man date with Danny.
It's not a man date.
No.
Anyway, Kamekona already
invited himself,
so it's fine;
you're not getting in the way.
Mmm,
that's a three-way bromance.
Cute.
Thanks.
It's very, very cute. I like it.
Okay.
♪ And repeats,
how it yells in my ear ♪
♪ Don't you know, you fool
♪ Ain't no chance to win
♪ Why not use
your mentality... ♪
All right, don't quote me,
but I think I like this place.
Yeah, my dad liked
it here, too, a lot.
He was a regular.
♪ Each time that I do,
just the thought of you ♪
♪ Makes stop
just before I begin ♪
♪ 'Cause I've got you ♪
♪ Under my skin
♪ And I dig you
♪ Under my skin.
(music ends)
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
give it up for the Kane of cool,
Hawaii's very own
Nicky "The Kid" Demarco.
The Kid?
Doesn't look like a kid.
Whatever you do, don't
ask him about his name,
don't answer any questions, let
me do the talking, all right?
Hey.
Little Stevie McGarrett,
what's cooking?
What's cooking?
You're cooking.
You sound great up there.
Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, Nicky,
I want you to meet my partner.
This is Detective Danny Williams.
Hey, Danny,
how are you?
Good, how are you?
You're not from
around here, are you?
No, I'm from New Jersey.
New Jersey?
Yeah.
Sit down, my boy.
I got to talk to you.
Okay.
Sit down right here.
New Jersey.
I used to work with a singer
from New Jersey
way back in the day.
Oh, yeah?
A fella by the name
of Francis Albert Sinatra.
Frank Sinatra?
You-you worked with Frank Sinatra.
Yeah.
You know he worked
with Frank Sinatra?
I-I've heard this story once
or twice.
Yeah, but-but he didn't.
July 18, 1965, Frank's playing
the Arie Crown Theater
in Chicago,
and his opening act calls
in sick.
I'm just
a 17-year-old stagehand,
but Frank turns to me
and he says,
"You're in, kid."
I opened the show,
and I killed them,
and I've been singing
as "The Kid" ever since.
That's a great story.
Yeah.
So listen, Nicky,
uh, we actually,
we need your help
in a case.
Yeah, sure.
Okay.
You see this guy
drinking here last night?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure, yeah. He came in solo.
He sat at the bar,
but he wasn't drinking alone
for long.
Holly got to him.
Who's Holly?
Close the door.
Blond bombshell.
She's got legs up to here.
You know, the word
on the street is
she's got a knack
for separating rich guys
from their hard-earned dough.
What do you mean,
she's a hooker?
No. She's got an angle,
but I don't know what
the angle is.
Okay, what about her last name?
You know her name, Nicky?
Sorry,
but maybe you should talk
to Isaiah there.
Him and Holly
were pretty chummy.
Who's Isaiah?
Is he the bouncer?
That's right.
You know, she used to lay
some pretty big tips
on him,
and I could never figure out
why she was so generous.
DANNY: Well, maybe if she's
running scams,
tipping him, he's got something
to do with it. He's in,
you know?
Where do you think
you're going?
(chuckles)
Frank taught me that.
I thought we were friends,
Nicky.
Actually,
I never cared for you.
Oh, so you rat me
out to the cops?
All I did was skim
cash at the door.
Hey, the cover charge is
for the talent.
That's me, you imbecile.
All right,
let's settle down here.
Why don't you tell us, Isaiah,
about this con
you've been running
with Holly?
Wh... It's not like that.
Okay, well, we're here;
tell us what it's like.
Look, I don't even know
the girl's real name.
She's a grifter.
Got a nice scam going
ripping off rich businessmen.
All I do is tip her off
when one of them's throwing cash
around at the bar.
What she does
to the poor saps after that
is up to her.
Okay,
well, the last poor sap she ran
a scam on ended up dead.
His name was Scott Davis.
You know him?
Wait, you talking about the dude
she hit up last night?
Because I had nothing
to do with that.
Hey, you lie to my friends
one more time,
I'll knock your teeth out.
Whoa.
You understand me?
Nick, come on,
take a seat.
Honestly, this Davis guy
was all plastic.
No cash.
I figured him for a lousy mark.
So you're telling us
you did not sic Holly onto him?
No way.
I was shocked
when she showed up
out of the blue
and locked onto that poor mope.
Couple drinks later,
he's wasted,
and she's helping him
out of the bar.
Those umbrella drinks
are pretty potent.
Especially if you add
a couple sedatives to them.
NICKY:
You let that broad
drug our customers?
What, are you nuts?
Whoa, whoa.
I've never known Holly
to drug anybody.
Girl that fine?
She's got no problems
getting dudes to leave
with her willingly.
But she was
clearly
working off a different
script last night.
STEVE:
All right, you might not
know her name,
but you must
have a way of getting
in contact with her.
Text message.
Her number's programmed
into my phone.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
All right.
Surprise,
surprise.
Holly's been using
a prepaid cell.
Chin and Kono are
running a trace now.
All right. So
what do we think?
It seems pretty
obvious to me
Holly's after
one thing, right?
It's the cash.
Now, all of
a sudden,
she switches
up her MO,
and goes after
Scott Davis.
It doesn't make sense.
I think somebody
used her to get close to him.
Okay, I'm thinking
that same someone
is behind Davis's murder.
So if we find Holly,
we find our killer.
KONO:
Okay. I'm here.
Looks like a lot of
people are checking in
for the game tomorrow.
So where am I going?
Head toward the front desk.
There should be
a corridor to the right.
Okay.
I'm heading for it now.
CHIN:
GPS on Holly's phone
puts her up ahead on the left.
There's no Holly,
but there's a door
marked "security."
Maybe she got
pinched pulling
one of her scams.
Okay, let me call you back.
Took you long
enough to get here.
HPD told me they were sending
a unit an hour ago.
Look, that's not me.
I'm with Five-O.
Nice.
I'm running down a suspect.
Looks like you have her phone.
Let me guess...
tall, blond, a looker?
Yeah, that's her.
Yeah.
Girl forgot her phone
by the pool.
She was in a real hurry
to get out of here
after the incident.
What incident?
Yeah, that's Holly.
Who's the guy she's with?
You mean the unsub?
I wasn't able
to ID him.
Watched a few cop shows,
have you?
Actually, I put an application
into HPD.
We might
get a chance
to work together soon.
Look forward to it.
It's getting
pretty heated.
Looks like she wants
to get out of there.
Wait, it gets better.
Huh.
Recognize
the good
Samaritan?
That's
Arian Foster.
What, the
running back
for the Texans?
Yeah.
He's even
hotter
without the pads and the helmet.
♪
You see Peyton?
Okay. We're supposed
to be working.
Would you stop stalking
Peyton Manning?
Just if you see him,
let me know, please.
Please?
There's Arian Foster.
ARIAN:
I said I'm...
not really comfortable
with that, man.
But we all want to
see you do it.
(chanting)
Do it! Do it! Do it!
Namaste.
(fans cheer)
Thanks!
I really appreciate
the love, man, but
a touchdown ritual,
and what I do
in the end zone
is kind of, like, sacred.
So I like to keep it on the
field, you understand?
Sure. You're welcome.
STEVE: Arian.
Steve McGarrett,
Five-O. We'd like you
to answer some questions.
All right.
Originally, I was just
trying to help the girl out.
But... he took a swing at me,
so, you know,
I had to defend myself.
But, you know,
after that,
they both left.
STEVE: Okay.
Um, by any chance
did you catch
either of
their names?
Or maybe hear
what they were arguing about?
No, not really.
The guy was kind of
trying to avoid a scene.
And, um, she was
pretty hot about something.
But I do remember
her saying
something, like,
along the lines of,
"What are you trying
to get me caught up in?"
Or, you know,
something like that.
Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't be
any more of...
No, no, no. It's cool, man.
Y-You've been very helpful.
Appreciate it.
Actually, um,
I-I have one question,
if that's okay.
Yeah, man.
Okay, uh, week 11,
you guys are playing
the Jaguars,
you took a handoff
and ran out the outside
about three yards,
three, four yards, and then...
you kind of got hit but you kind
of didn't get hit and y-you
let the ball go.
You fumbled the ball.
And I was just curious
if you remember
how that happened
or why that happened or...
(chuckles)
You serious?
Are you serious?
I... Oh, I... I'm serious, yeah.
(chuckles)
Well, officer, um,
I carried the ball
over 350 times this year, um...
and you're asking me
about one of the two fumbles
I lost all year?
No. I-It's just that that, um...
that possession,
it really burned
in my memory, you see,
because I had you
in my fantasy football league,
and if y-you didn't
drop that ball,
I would've won the championship,
so it was very...
(sighs)
With all due respect, officer,
you should let that one go.
He should.
You're probably right.
Thank you again, man.
Appreciate it.
That's-that's a nice ring.
Tell me about that. Thanks, man.
Not a Super Bowl ring, right?
Okay.
It's all day.
I'm sorry.
Uh, well, officer, this is
a class ring.
I got it when I was, um...
when I was playing college.
By any chance,
were you wearing that
when you got into it
with these suspects?
Yeah, why?
STEVE: Hey, Charlie,
McGarrett.
Listen, we got a
piece of evidence
we need you to run for DNA.
We're bringing it down now.
You know, I can't believe
you embarrassed yourself
like that back there.
Uh, Foster's the one
who should be embarrassed, okay?
I'm not the one
who fumbled that ball.
He holds onto that ball,
and I am a fantasy champion.
Instead
you're a real-life imbecile.
Are you kidding me? Okay, it's
easy to criticize these guys
from the comfort of your couch.
It's a little harder
when you're on the field
and there's a linebacker coming
at you like a freight train.
Okay,
you don't understand.
You don't play fantasy football.
No, you're right.
I was too busy
playing real football.
Okay, what I do takes skill.
Okay? You got to know
who to draft,
you got to know who to trade,
you got to work the waiver wire.
There's a lot of things
that go into it, see. Okay, - Huh.
Does it involve throwing,
catching or making a tackle?
No.
Well, that's because
it's Dungeons & Dragons
for sports geeks,
okay? So,
in the words of Arian Foster,
you need to let this go.
KONO
Our friend Holly,
she's been pretty active lately.
Her picture turned up in a bunch
of open HPD investigations.
STEVE:
Okay.
We get a name?
Yeah.
Ten of 'em.
All aliases.
But the good news is
we got an I.D.
on the guy she was meeting
with this morning.
The DNA from the ring
came back to a
Timothy Cross.
He's in the system
for B and E
and extortion.
Back in '08, Cross got popped
trying to blackmail
a federal judge in California,
and, uh,
he was released
from San Quentin six months ago.
That makes sense. A guy
with a background like this
shows up in Hawaii, hooks up
with a local grifter-type chick.
Yeah, and speaking
of Cross' background,
uh, before he turned
to a life of crime,
he was an officer in the Army.
He had quite
a career
before he was
dishonorably discharged.
10th Special Forces Group.
Okay, well, this guy's
definitely got the skill set
to pull off the shooting.
And that's not all.
According to
Cross' file,
he's six feet,
185 pounds.
That's the same
height and build
as our shooter.
All right, so Cross
goes after Holly
to run this con on Davis.
Obviously she doesn't know
that it's gonna end up
in a murder beef.
Makes sense
why she flipped out on him
by the pool today.
STEVE: Looks like
Cross just graduated
from extortion to murder.
(scoffs)
Why would I want
to run around
playing soldier with a bunch
of wannabe action heroes?
'Cause it was
a perfect opportunity
to take out the target.
STEVE: Yeah, you just walk right up
to him with a mask on,
shoot him point-blank
in the head. By the time
anybody realizes he's dead,
you're long gone.
So you're saying that's me?
'Cause all I see
is a grainy picture
of someone in a mask.
Hmm.
Nice try.
No, really.
I didn't kill anybody.
I don't even know
who this Davis guy is.
Who said his name was Davis?
KONO: Let me guess.
(sighs)
You're gonna say
that's not you either.
STEVE: Listen, we know
you were running a con
on Scott Davis, okay? And that
you used Holly to drug him.
Given your history, I'm thinking
it was a blackmail attempt.
Is that right?
KONO: So what happened?
Davis threatened to go to the
cops and you had to kill him?
It's not like that.
STEVE: Well, why don't you tell us
what it's like.
(sighs)
Look, I'll admit
to targeting the guy,
but it wasn't over blackmail.
I've been out of that game for years.
So what's your game now?
Intelligence gathering.
I got a knack
for obtaining information
that isn't available
through legal means.
In this case, a client
hired me to steal
Ardus's intellectual property.
All right, so you figured
Scott Davis was the guy to go to
for that, and you used Holly
to get close to him.
Girl's got a nice scam going--
getting guys back to their rooms
so she can rob them.
All she had
to do this time
was copy the data from Davis's
laptop onto a flash drive.
I gave her a sedative
to slip him at the bar
and 20 grand for her trouble.
KONO:
So that's why
you were meeting yesterday--
she was supposed
to hand you over
the flash drive.
(sighs)
But...
we all know how that went, huh?
Holly had seen on TV
that Davis was dead.
She got spooked,
thought I was involved.
And before I could
talk her down
and get the drive from her,
some hero stepped in
and clocked me.
Now I'm out $20K,
I have no flash drive.
My clients aren't gonna be
too happy about that.
Why don't you give us their
names? We'll call and apologize
for you.
I wish I could.
But I don't even know
who they are.
It's all arranged through
double-blind contacts.
These Wall Street-types,
they're good
at avoiding jail time.
STEVE:
They might be.
You're not.
Yeah.
Look, I've, uh...
I suppose I have violated one
or two conditions of my parole,
but there is no way
I'm eating a murder charge.
Koali Day Spa.
That's where I was yesterday
morning when Davis was shot.
The masseuse mostly focused
on my glutes, but I'm guessing
she'll remember my face.
Okay, so, Cross' alibi
checks out-- spa confirmed
he was there yesterday
from 8:00 to 10:00.
Yeah, I was listening in
on the interrogation.
So, Cross hired Holly
to get the data off of Davis's computer.
STEVE: Mm-hmm.
But when HPD searched the hotel
room, there was no laptop
in there.
Wait a minute.
We know that Holly dumped
the data onto a flash drive.
The only reason
she would do that
is if she was leaving
the laptop behind.
Right.
KONO: Which means
someone else must've stolen it
from Davis's room
after the murder.
I think I might know
what they were looking for.
I dug into Ardus's
financials.
Turns out they were
heavily invested
in a next-gen mobile chipset
that was developed by Davis.
Rumor is this could be
a billion-dollar product.
Well, that would explain
why Cross' client
was willing to engage
in corporate espionage
to get the data
off Scott Davis's computer.
And why someone else might be
willing to kill for it.
Hey. All right, so I just got
off the phone
with the clerk's office.
One of Holly's
aliases traces back
to an address
on Waipahu.
Deed goes back seven years,
well before her grifting days.
Check this out. Check this out.
Check this out.
Make it happen, please.
Thank you.
That's her.
DANNY: Holly's real name
is Lana Sullivan.
(phone rings)
Cath, what's up?
Hey, you tell me.
Kickoff's in an hour.
You gonna make it?
Yes, we are going
to make it.
We're... Listen, I know I said we
were gonna hang out,
but we're kinda tied up
with this case.
Well, you're missing
quite a scene.
For the record,
I can eat grilled Spam
any day of the week here, okay?
I am not missing my opportunity
to meet a living legend, okay?
All right. Well, if you guys
make it here,
I'll try to find you
during halftime, okay?
STEVE:
Sounds good. See you soon.
All right, we found Holly.
Lana.
Whatever.
STEVE:
Hey! Hey, Five-O.
Hey, hey,
don't move! Hey!
Hey. Back up.
Who the hell are you?
Beth Sullivan.
You look a lot like
your sister Lana.
I presume
that's how you're related?
Okay, where's Lana?
What are you looking at?
She seems a lot
more interested in something
on this desk
than talking to us.
Please,
I'm just trying
to protect my sister.
DANNY: Protect your
sister from what?
STEVE:
Hey. This is a copy
of Scott Davis's hard drive.
Why were you
about to send this
to the Honolulu Times?
I told her not to do it,
that it was dangerous, but...
DANNY: Do what?
What was she gonna do?
She said she found a buyer,
somebody willing to pay for what
was on that guy's
hard drive.
She's on her way
to meet him now.
Okay, so this e-mail
is her insurance policy.
(sighs)
If I don't hear
from her by 2:00,
I'm supposed to send
the file to the press.
Okay, where's the meeting
supposed to be?
You'll just arrest her.
STEVE:
That's better
than what the buyer
might do to her. Okay,
somebody's already been killed
over the data on that computer.
You want to put your sister
in that kind of danger?
So tell us,
where is she?
CHIN: (over radio) So, I dug through
the copy of Davis's hard drive
you sent over,
and found an e-mail thread
between him and his boss,
Neil Redding.
Turns out that for months
he has been warning Redding
that the chipset that Ardus
was developing wasn't viable.
Wait a minute, this guy
stakes his entire company
on this new technology,
millions of dollars in R&D
and the thing doesn't even work?
Exactly. And when
Wall Street gets wind
of this, that'll be
the end of Ardus.
Okay, but there's nothing
Redding can do to stop that.
I mean, even if
he silences Davis,
he's only gonna buy some time,
right? So why kill him?
Here's why.
I finally heard back
from Ardus's insurance carrier.
They held a $30 million "Key
Person" life policy on Davis.
These policies cover
high-level employees
who are considered
essential
to a company's success.
Okay, so Davis is worth more
to Redding dead than alive.
Right.
Hey, guys. Okay,
so, Redding's office said
that he was en route to California,
so I dispatched SFPD to
pick him up at the airport,
but when his plane arrived,
he wasn't on it.
That's great.
So where the hell is he?
Here. The pilot
copped to forging
the flight manifest
to and from Honolulu.
Redding's actually been on the island
for the past 48 hours.
That means he was here
when Davis was killed.
DANNY: Okay, so
Redding kills Davis
for the insurance payout,
and uses the forged
flight manifest as his alibi.
Yeah, but there's no way
he could've predicted
that one of Ardus's
rivals would hire Cross
to clone Davis's laptop.
STEVE:
Okay, and now
with these incriminating e-mails
out there in the world,
Redding has one last
loose end to tie up.
I believe you have
something for me.
I do if you brought the cash.
It's close by, but I want to
see what I'm buying first.
A little advice:
next time you steal something,
don't try selling it back
to the people you took it from.
Not that there's gonna
be a next time.
Start walking.
You think I'm stupid, don't you?
The thought crossed my mind.
I took a look at what was
on that drive--
I know what
you're trying to hide.
Yeah, I figured as much,
and that's why
you'll be going
off the pier, too.
Well, here's what
you don't know.
If I don't make a call
in the next 15 minutes,
everything that's on that
flash drive goes public.
Front page news
by morning.
Who's stupid now?
STEVE:
Five-O! Hey.
Hey!
(woman shrieks)
(grunts)
Up.
(groans in pain)
All right.
You all right?
Huh?
DANNY: Oh.
Wow. Buddy, I, uh...
I don't think your
shoulder's supposed
to look like that.
Come on.
These guys have got to take me
to King's to set my arm.
Just go already.
You're gonna miss the kickoff.
What are you doing?
What I'm doing, I'm...
making sure these prime,
once-in-a-lifetime seats
don't go to waste.
(crowd cheering)
Hey, it's a good thing
your friends couldn't make it, huh?
Mm. You realize this is not
that kind of
football, right?
I'm being ironic.
Ironic.
Glad you could make it, Chin.
I thought Kono
was gonna join us.
She was.
But she got a
better offer.
Oh!
Oh!
Go!
Go! Go!
Go! Go!
STEVE:
Okay.
On three, right?
That's right.
One, two,
three.
(loud cracking)
(grunts)
I got it, I got it,
I got it, ai!
TV ANNOUNCER:
Fourth and goal. There's the snap.
Manning drops back
in the pocket.
Throws over the middle--
and it's caught
by A.J. Green for a touchdown!
(quietly) Yay, a touchdown.
That's so great.
So great to be there.
It would've been fun.
ANNOUNCER: Number 18 is one
popular man here in Hawaii.
You got to be kidding me.
You got to...
you got to be kidding me.
I know those two girls.
I-I could have been...
(big sigh)
♪
STEVE: You believe
where we are, Danny?
Pretty incredible, right?
Huh? What do you think?
It's-it's amazing.
It's amazing, right?
I mean, I think
it'd be a little more
impressive, uh,
with 50,000 people
in the stands,
the greatest athletes
of all time on the field, but it's...
it's nice like this;
I like this.
This is... this is nice.
I'm sorry that you had to miss
the game because of me. I am.
Okay?
Okay.
But look at it this way--
next year Peyton Manning's,
like, he's virtually a lock
for the Pro Bowl team again,
right?
All right,
we've got the field
for ten minutes,
and then they got
to cover it up.
Okay. Thanks
for making it happen.
CATHERINE:
No problem.
Uh, listen, Peyton
said he was sorry.
He really wanted to meet you,
but he had a plane to catch.
Pey-Peyton?
Mm-hmm.
You guys are on a
first-name basis now?
Kind of.
Uh-huh.
Uh, we had a talk after the game,
and I told him
that you were a huge fan
and that you had to miss the
game because of a case, and, uh,
he wanted me
to give you this.
Okay, that's awesome.
(laughs)
That's awesome.
That's really great.
Thank you.
(quietly)
Welcome.
(clears throat)
Um, what's he like?
Oh, okay, he's so nice.
And really tall.
Like... tall.
Well, he's got to get over the line.
Should I be jealous?
DANNY: Should
you be jealous?
He's a, um,
four-time MVP,
Super Bowl champion,
future Hall-of-Famer.
Should you be jealous?
Okay, besides that,
what's he done?
What's he done?
Yeah, what's he done?
He hosted Saturday Night Live,
does a lot of charity work,
works with kids.
He, uh, gave me this football.
We should throw that.
Let's throw the ball.
CATHERINE: (laughs)
Whoa.
That-that right there
is an autographed ball.
When's he gonna get a chance
to catch a pass
on an actual NFL field?
Look at this.
Let's go.
- It's my ball.
- Okay.
So I make the decision, right?
All right.
(sighs)
Uh...
Okay, okay. All right,
you want me to run a post?
Easy out. I can run a fly.
Square in, square out.
Why don't you run,
I'll throw you the ball.
You like the "go route,"
then. Okay.
That's awesome.
- All right, you ready?
- You're gonna do it, do it right.
Call it out and do
the whole thing.
I'll call it out.
(laughs)
All right.
♪
All right.
All right.
Blue 22, hut, hut,
hut!
(grunting)
(shouts)
Oh!
(shouts)
Danny's actually got
pretty good hands.
STEVE:
You know,
if his legs could move
as fast as his mouth,
he could play
for the NFL.
Hey, you okay?
(groans)
I got to go see a doctor.