Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Popilikia - full transcript

A fortune teller.

- Let's go in.
- No.

Seriously?

Come on, don't you wanna know
what the future holds?

- Not really.
- Okay, well, I do.

Come on.

The Fool?
That can't be good.

Not bad, not good.
It just is.

You have eternal optimism
for romance.

Your heart is broken.

Sounds about right.



And yet, you have difficulty maintaining
emotional balance in a relationship.

Okay, two for two.

That's just spooky.

This is because you seek out
unavailable, immature partners.

- Heard that.
- Partners with wandering hearts.

What? I'm mature.

Shall I continue?

Yeah.

What?

- What's wrong?
- The Death card.

Ooh...

That's mature.

Well, heh...

Okay, so, what?
It represents some sort of an ending,



- or metaphorical death?
- It represents death.

Esmerelda sense that death

is closing in on you.

So...

...I'm gonna die?

Look, is this some sort of a joke
or something?

- Because it's really not funny.
- Death is closing in.

Soon you will feel his touch.

Look at the beautiful boy,
Mr. Lincoln.

Yeah.

How's your girth, huh?

One more.

Okay.

Handsome boy.

Yes, you are.

All right.

I think you're good.

You're okay.

Hey. What's going on?

I'm Death, and I've come to touch you
with my icy fingers, ha, ha!

- You idiot.
- Couldn't resist.

Yeah, well, you almost gave me
a heart attack.

It's okay.

Go give him a hard time
out there for me, okay?

He deserves it.

Hyah!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Go back to sleep.

- There's something downstairs.
- No. No, there isn't. Come back to--

Hey. What do you think you're doing?

There's somebody downstairs.

Which is why
you're gonna stay up here.

Don't be a caveman.
I'm coming with you.

No, you're not.

Then you're coming with me.

Hey, Cath. Hey, listen to me, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't move.

- Mom?
- Hi, honey.

- What are you doing?
- I'm making eggs.

No, I mean,
what are you doing here?

Well, stop playing with your gun
and come have breakfast.

Do you want orange juice?

Oh, good morning, Lieutenant Rollins.

I, uh, I hope
I wasn't interrupting anything.

I told you it was safer upstairs.

I was just-- I-- I should really--

No, no, no, you should join us.
Absolutely. It's no trouble at all.

- How do you like your eggs?
- How do you like your eggs?

Oh, no, no,
you two wanna catch up,

and I really have to run, so...

- Briefing at the base.
- Oh, that's too bad.

- Another time then?
- Absolutely.

Great. See you.

Okay.

Ooh, I like her.

Okay, Mom?

- Mom.
- Come on, sit down.

- Mom.
- Come on.

- Mom, I don't want breakfast.
- Your security system sucks.

You know what? Stop.

Okay?
What are you doing here?

I never left the island,
but I think you already knew that.

Yeah, you persuaded WITSEC
to turn the plane around.

- I can be very persuasive.
- I remember, Mom. Why'd you do it?

I wanted to come home.
I'm tired of running.

Where have you been
for the last few weeks?

I just needed some time.

- I wasn't sure how you'd take this.
- You should've told me the plan.

You never would've agreed to it.

- No, I probably wouldn't have.
- See?

What is this? What are these bags?
You're staying?

Yeah, is that okay with you?

- Mom...
- What?

Wo Fat is still out there.
Okay?

I don't think this is the safest place
right now.

You worry too much.

You should get that.

McGarrett.

Got it.

So, what, she breaks in your house
and just starts cooking?

Yeah, pretty much.

That's very strange.

Although,
she is a McGarrett after all.

Why'd she come back?

I don't know, Danny,
she says she's tired of running.

Now she's tired of running,
after all these years?

What happened in the house
with Wo Fat?

- We didn't get that far.
- How could you not get that far?

This is a man
who's been chasing her for 20 years.

She's got a shot to get him, she doesn't
take it, that doesn't seem weird to you?

Oh, silence. That's good.

Both of you. Apple doesn't fall
too far from the tree.

Hey, guys.

So the victim's name is Billy Keats.

He was the star player
of the Diamond Head Polo Club.

I never knew
they had polo on this island.

Five clubs.

- Why, you a polo fan?
- Absolutely. Sport of kings.

It fits me, doesn't it?

Diamond Head Club's
owned by Spencer Madsen.

The, uh...? The billionaire mogul guy?

One and the same.

All these stables, practice fields,
all part of the Madsen estate.

That's why Keats was up here.

There's something
you should know before you--

- Hey.
- That's the something.

Seriously? I mean,
a headless horseman? Come on.

Yeah, so about that,
according to the victim's girlfriend,

Keats rode off to the practice field
this morning with his head attached.

Half an hour later,
the horse returned to the stables,

dragging the body, minus the head.

Just got a text from Max.
He found the head.

Max.

Gentlemen.

Allow me to introduce you
to Mr. Keats.

- Yeah, we just met the rest of him.
- We got any idea what did this yet?

Some kind of sword?

That is unlikely,

if you note the precision of the cut

as well as the fact
that the instrument in question

was wielded high in the air.

High enough to reach our victim

while he was straddling a horse.

Ah.
So, what did it?

Well, I believe I have the answer
if you allow me to test my hypothesis.

Test, please.

As you can see, the trail of blood
indicates the trajectory

the victim's head took
after being severed.

Working backwards,

we can determine
that it was at this location

where the final blow was struck.

All right, we got a boot print right here.
Can we get a cast?

Okay, so, what's your theory, Max?

What the hell is that?

This is garroting wire.

The placement of which took into
account the victim's height,

as well as his daily schedule.

Okay, so this is personal.

Whoever strung this wire and killed
Keats was trying to make a statement.

Message delivered,
loud and clear.

I really thought
we'd be together forever.

Were you and Billy engaged?

Not exactly.

He wasn't ready,
and neither was I.

Maybe I was.

He just needed some time, you know?

We only knew each other
a few months.

Billy came to play for
the Diamond Head Club midseason.

He started on a different team.

The Island Blue Club.

Nicole Carr, this is Steve McGarrett
and Danny Williams. They're Five-0.

Nicole was Billy's girlfriend.

- We're, uh, very sorry for your loss.
- I still can't believe he's gone.

Just yesterday we were...

The psychic.

She predicted this.

You saw a psychic that predicted
Billy would be decapitated?

She said that
I'd be touched by death,

and I thought that she meant
I was gonna die,

but she meant Billy.

She meant that I would be touched
by his death.

Okay, when was this?

Yesterday. In Chinatown.

You think the psychic knew
more than she was saying?

Yeah, well, if she did, I doubt her intel
came from a crystal ball.

Best-case scenario, she is psychic

and she can just tell us
who murdered Billy Keats.

- And where the hell I put my keys.
- I'm sure it's just a con.

You know what?
Cons are observant.

She might've noticed something
out of the ordinary.

Like somebody following them,
or strange behavior.

All right. Go ahead
and check out the psychic.

I'm gonna see
what I can dig up on Keats.

Hello.

Come in, come in.

Madame Esmerelda
can feel your bond.

This relationship is very strong,
and it will yield many children.

- Us?
- No, we...

- No. No.
- No, I don't think that's gonna happen.

No. Not that you have any reason
to sense this,

but we're not here for a reading.

Please sit down.

Uh, we actually would like to know
about a reading

that you gave Billy Keats
and Nicole Carr.

I see many people every day.

I understand, um,

but do you tell all of them that
they're gonna be touched by death?

Okay, let's just drop the act.

We both know enough

about interrogation technique
to know that you manipulate people

into offering information about
themselves that you feed back to them.

Esmerelda also knows a thing or two.

First thing is,
you can't force me to talk to you.

We don't wanna force you
to do anything.

We are here for your help.

Billy Keats was murdered this morning,

and we thought
maybe you could use your gift

to help bring his killer to justice.

You want Esmerelda to talk,

you pay for a reading.

- How much?
- Fifty bucks.

Pay her.

Why do I have to pay her?

Because you make more money
than I do.

Excuse me.

Fifteen, 20, 25, 30, 40, 50.

Here.

The boy got a phone call
during the reading.

He didn't answer it,
but, um, it made him nervous.

I could see the caller ID.

It was from someone named Al.

- That's actually very impressive.
- Okay, what else?

After the reading,
the boy stayed back.

He told the girl he needed to pay,
but I knew he want to ask a question.

I told him I knew he had secrets.

I told him he can ask me anything.

- And did he?
- Yes.

He asked me one question.

"Does he know?"

Does who know what?

The universe hasn't shared
the answer with me.

Whatever it was,
I sense it contributed to his death.

- Good morning, Mrs. McGarrett.
- Doris. Please, call me Doris.

You're Chin Ho Kelly, right?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Come on in.

Thanks.

I've actually seen you play football.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Steve used to make me
drive him to your games

so he could study your footwork.

You're the one to blame
for him breaking my records.

- Well, I was just the chauffeur.
- Ha, ha.

Well, I hope you don't mind,

but Steve asked me
to bring you by some breakfast.

Oh, how nice.

Except the thing is, I've already made
breakfast and Steve knows that,

so I really hope you're a better cop
than you are a liar.

- Excuse me?
- Coco puffs from Liliha Bakery.

Ah, that is really good work.

I mean, appealing to my nostalgic side
and everything.

Well, I'm sure Steve told you

that I used to bring these every
Sunday morning to him and his sister.

But if there's one thing
I learned at the CIA

about using
a diversionary technique,

- it's, um, avoid the obvious.
- They're just coco puffs.

They're still really delicious.

They're even better
with a cup of coffee.

Okay.

You can tell my son that whether
or not he cares to acknowledge it,

I've been taking care of myself
since before he was born,

and I'm actually
pretty damn good at it.

So you can stay here
and have that cup of coffee,

talk Kukui High football,
if you want that, I'm game.

But if you're here just to babysit me,
you can leave right now.

But the coco puffs stay with me.

I'll take my coffee black.

Good choice.

I'm not saying that Madame Esmerelda
was, in fact, the real deal.

There are obviously bad apples
in the bunch.

Okay, stop, seriously. You,
Danny Williams, believe in psychics?

Hey, listen, all I know is that
when I was a cop back in New Jersey,

there was a lady
and she definitely had something.

- A gift.
- Heh, a gift.

Don't mock me. You gonna mock me?
I know what I know, okay?

There was this girl in Hoboken.
She went missing.

She's 7 years old.
We got no evidence.

We got no leads, we got nothing.

This lady, she comes in,

she lights a candle,

she starts touching
the girl's clothes,

and then out of nowhere,
all of a sudden,

she takes us right to the kid.
It was amazing.

Are you sure she wasn't in on it?

It-- What are you,
impugning my investigative skills?

We cleared her, obviously.
She had a gift.

Okay, so let me get this straight,
you do believe in psychics,

but you don't believe in ghosts.

That's correct.

Oh, that makes sense.

- Totally.
- What can I say? I'm complicated.

Yeah, exactly.

Hey, guys.
So I pulled Billy Keats' financials.

Turns out, his former team
was still paying him.

Okay, wait, his girlfriend said
he left that team a few months ago.

Not only was the manager
keeping him on the payroll,

he upped what he was paying him.

Hold on.
Who quits their job and gets a raise?

Very good question. The general
manager's a guy named Al Reingold.

AI. AI.

The psychic said that Billy
ignored a call from a guy named Al

and it made him nervous.

Okay, well, that would make sense
if Billy was taking hush money from Al.

- Hush money? For what?
- Horse doping.

I like it, it's a good theory.
Where did it come from?

All right, since Billy Keats left Al
mid-season and for a rival team,

I figured Al wasn't paying him
out of a goodwill gesture.

So I looked into who else
was on Al's payroll,

and I found the name of a veterinarian
from the mainland.

He was busted
for supplying racehorse owners

with a performance-enhancing drug
called Dermorphin.

So you think he supplied Al with
the same stuff for his polo ponies?

Well, the guy was based in Nevada.

I don't think he'll be making
house calls to Honolulu.

Okay, so Al,
he gets tired of being extorted,

maybe he decides to wipe Billy
off the books for good.

Welcome to the main event

here at the Hawaii Polo Club.

West Diamond Head
against Waimanalo, head to head.

1-0 Diamond Head.

- Hey, Al Reingold?
- Yeah?

What you got in the bag?

Waimanalo with the ball.

Hey, man, what are you doing?

Everybody's going on the field.

All right, we already have you
on the horse doping.

Why don't you just do us all a favor
and cop to the rest?

- There isn't anything else.
- Why are you lying?

- I hate it when suspects lie.
- I already gave you an alibi, man.

I was at the horse auction,
look into it.

But you have motive.

Plus, we got your financial records.

Keats was on to you, you were tired
of paying him off to keep quiet.

Look, Billy found out about the drugs,
but he wasn't gonna rat me out.

He was happy taking the money.

- I didn't kill him, I swear.
- Okay, we will see about that.

- Kono.
- Hey, guys.

- We got something?
- Yeah.

So forensics came back on
the boot print you found at the scene.

There was a logo on the sole,
some kind of a crest.

You track down the manufacturer?

- Yup.
- Good. Please tell me

- you can trace it back to Al.
- I hate to be a buzz kill,

but the boots were custom made
for Spencer Madsen's team, not Al's.

- The Diamond Head Club.
- Right.

And sorry again, Danny,
but Al Reingold's alibi checks.

He was at the horse auction
on Molokai.

He was placing bids all weekend

and only got back about an hour
before you guys tracked him down.

Damn. I really wanted Al
to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Son of a bitch
almost got me trampled to death

while a bunch of one-percenter's
sipped champagne and cheered.

Kono, we gotta track down everybody
with a pair of those boots.

I worked closely
with the designer on these.

The crest on the sole was my idea.

- My wife has always been a polo fan.
- It's why Spencer bought the club.

I still can't believe it,
Billy was such a strong rider.

- It's just awful.
- How can we help?

We're gonna need a list of everybody
with a pair of these boots.

That's a long list.

All the players have them,
but we also give them as gifts.

There have to be what, Amanda?
A few hundred pairs floating around.

- At least.
- What about video surveillance?

- You must have security.
- Absolutely.

Nothing up on the field,
but there are cameras at every gate.

Whoever hung up that garroting wire

had to have done it
after the team practice last night

and before Billy rode in this morning,
so something maybe on film?

Yeah, I'd like Officer Kalakaua
to go over that footage.

I'll call our head of security,
make arrangements.

Great, thank you.

Dad, what's going on?
I heard Billy was killed in an accident.

Is it true?

It's true, Jake.

But these folks
were just telling us that it...

It's not an accident.

Jake, these are investigators
from Five-0.

They're looking into Billy's murder.

Murder? What happened?

Billy was up on the practice field
and he rode into a garroting wire.

What?

- Jake, Billy's been decapitated.
- Oh, my God.

The wire was strung
between the goalposts.

- Someone targeted him.
- It's not him.

Me.

Jake, what are you talking about?

It was supposed to be me out there
this morning.

Billy and I traded practice times.

Chin, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be on Doris detail.

Your mom
saw me coming a mile away.

Why are we whispering?

Coco puffs? Really, Steve?

I thought you were smarter than that.
Don't blame Chin.

- I forced him to bring me down here.
- She's very persuasive.

I know. What do I have to do
to get you to listen to reason?

If by reason, you mean you're
gonna stop treating me like a child,

then, nothing. I'm all ears.

- Mom--
- No, Steve, seriously.

What's your long-term plan? Gonna
drag me to work with you every day?

She has a point there.

My office, now.

- You got a better plan?
- Yeah.

My plan is to go home, alone,

unpack and settle in, okay?

I just wanna live my life, all right?

I just wanna-- I wanna find a place
of my own and get on with things.

You think Wo Fat
will let that happen?

You don't know if he's still on the island.
And I told you, I am done running.

I am done. Okay?

He comes after me again,
I'll handle it.

- Really, Morn?
- Yeah.

I can handle it, Steve.

I've already given him
too much of my life.

Okay.

- Okay.
- All right.

- I'll have Chin give you a ride home.
- Chin's working. I'll grab a cab.

- Later, Chin.
- Laters.

She tell you why she let Wo Fat go?

No, not yet.

What do you got?

Some info on Jake Madsen that might
help us figure out who'd want him dead.

Turns out Jake was kidnapped
ten years ago.

It was actually a big case at the time.
H.P.D. worked it along with the FBI.

He was abducted outside of his school,

and the kidnappers held him
for almost two weeks.

They cut off his finger
and mailed it back to his parents

as proof of life along with
a ransom demand of $20 million.

- Did the Madsens make the trade?
- Didn't have the chance.

Jake actually escaped
before the ransom was paid.

- Brave kid.
- Yeah.

After the kidnappers were arrested,

it was Jake's testimony
that convicted them.

Life must've been hard for him,

always looking over his shoulder to see
if somebody else was coming for him.

Not to mention he was marked for life.
That's a lot for a kid to grow up with.

Sad case.

- What about the kidnappers, Chin?
- Let's find out.

All right, looks like
one of them died in prison,

and the other one,
Randy Thorpe,

was released from Halawa
a couple of months ago.

And get this,

he went AWOL from his
halfway house two days ago.

- What's up, boss?
- Kono, where are you?

I'm leaving the Madsen Estate.
The field trip was a bust.

I didn't get anything
from the surveillance footage.

I need you to turn around
and go back to the house immediately.

- Boss, what's going on?
- I need you to put Jake

in protective custody right away.

One of his kidnappers is on the loose,

and it looks like
he's out for revenge.

Amanda was right by the blast.

- She's in critical condition.
- What about Jake?

He was conscious
when the medics took him.

Should be released pretty quick.

- What kind of protection does he have?
- I sent three unis.

Track down our kidnapper,
Randy Thorpe. He struck out twice.

- Last thing we need is another attempt.
- All right.

- What do you got?
- Won't know until I get back to the lab.

We found three cell phones. The
first two belong to Amanda and Jake.

The third was a trigger?

- That's the theory.
- What about the explosive device?

I've got fragments, but it might
take time to get these analyzed.

Do you mind? I think I might know
somebody who can help.

Thanks.

Aloha.

- Hey.
- How you doing?

Good.

How's everything going
with your mom?

You know, Doris is being Doris,
stubborn.

Yeah, reminds me
of somebody I know.

Huh. Low blow.

I don't know,
but something tells me

that you didn't ask me here
to talk about your mom.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means, well, let's see, it's too early
for dinner and it's too late for lunch,

so you must have a favor to ask me.

Go ahead, deny it to my face.
Deny it.

- Okay.
- Ha, ha.

Listen.
Seriously, this is important.

I need to know what kind
of explosive device this is,

and I don't have time to wait
for the lab to turn it around.

Yeah, I can probably
have someone take a look at it,

but, um, it's gonna cost you.

Okay. I knew that was coming.

- Okay? So see that truck right there?
- Yeah.

You can order anything you want
from that truck.

- No.
- Anything.

- Really?
- Yeah, like, sky's the limit.

- Wow! Thank you, sugar daddy.
- You got it.

Can you hold that thought
for a second? Danny.

Got a hit on our suspect
Randy Thorpe's

credit card. He just used it
to check in to the Paradise Motel,

which, by the way,
looks nothing at all like paradise.

- You got eyes on the place?
- As we speak.

Good. I'm on my way.

You're welcome.

Hey. Five-O. Don't move.

No, no, no. I don't...

...think that that is a good idea.
Why do I bother?

Steve, where you going?
He's over here.

Hey.
Give me a hand here?

Not one of mine, you can't.

Hey. And he's riding back
in your car, okay?

And you know
that water's polluted, right?

Hey.

If I jumped in, you'd be
giving two tetanus shots.

Why do we both have to suffer?

What are you doing? Can you just
put it in your arm like a normal human?

You know what?
You're such a girl, you know that?

Just turn around or something.
Cover your eyes.

You can insult me all you like,

but I am not the one who took a header
in the Ala Wai Canal. That was you.

Hey, how you going downstairs
with Randy?

- The good cop routine is not working.
- Really?

Bad cop it is.

- I don't got to talk to you.
- Shut up.

The game is, you get to guess

what I think about people
who cut fingers off little kids, you...

He thinks that really bad things
should happen to them, and I agree,

so if something bad
should happen in here,

I'm gonna be forced to say that
you got crazy and had to be subdued.

You can't do that.

Okay.
Look, I planted a bomb for 50 grand.

What do you mean, planted?
Somebody hired you? Who?

I don't know.

I swear. Whole thing
was arranged online, e-mails.

I got 50 grand wired into my account.

Fact is, I'd have done it for free,
just to get back at that little creep.

- What?
- The "little creep"?

The Child...?

The child that you abducted
and mutilated? He's sick.

All these years,

only thing I wished
I did different was kill him,

instead of just cutting off his finger.

You're on your own.

Book him, Danno.

Attempted murder.

Wow,
I'm impressed by the turnaround.

What can I say, I aim to please.

- I owe you.
- Yes, you do.

So the device was made
of Composition C-4 plastic explosive.

It's not terribly sophisticated.

Sophisticated enough to kill.

Our kidnapper Randy's story
checks out.

I got e-mails and a wire transfer.

Still don't know
who hired him to plant the bomb.

Okay. Catherine has something
she wants us to see.

This is a forensic re-creation

of the point of detonation
and the blast trajectory.

Wait a minute, according to that,

the device was planted
in the passenger-side door.

So, what, Randy screwed up?

In the e-mails,
he was instructed to put it there.

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, it does if Amanda Madsen
was the target instead of her son.

Why would she be the target?
Who would want her dead?

Thanks to Fong,
we may have the answer.

Turns out the third cell phone

he found at the scene
wasn't a trigger device after all.

It was a burner phone,
and it belonged to Amanda Madsen.

There was only one phone number
programmed into it,

and the texting back and forth was,
shall we say, intimate.

Amanda Madsen
was having an affair? With who?

That's the kicker.

She was having an affair
with the headless horseman?

Heh, looks like it.

This changes pretty much everything.

The two people with motive in this are
Billy's girlfriend and Amanda's husband.

Figure out who knew,
we find the killer.

According to the hospital, Amanda's
in stable condition and taking visitors.

Call ahead to the hospital,
have them put a uni on the door.

- Steve, something's wrong.
- That's Amanda's room.

- She's dead.
- Kono just said she was stable.

She was.

She's got petechial hemorrhaging.

Somebody suffocated her.

That makes no sense.

- Thank you, though.
- Hey.

- Danny, what do you got?
- Got bad news.

Visitors are not required to check in
here at the nurses' station,

and the uni obviously
didn't make it to the room

before the code blue.

Hey.

Okay, stop right there. Go back.

You got a camera
at the end of the hall?

Zoom in Camera 2. Rewind.

Okay, freeze right there.
Freeze on that.

That's not Spencer, that's Jake.

He didn't stay long.

Long enough to kill his mother.

I know about my wife.

The hospital called.

Did you know
that your son smothered her?

We need to talk to Jake.
Mr. Madsen, where is he?

- It wasn't Jake.
- Yes, it was.

We saw him at the hospital,
he was caught on camera.

This is all my fault. He was so angry.

What are you talking about?

- Angry about what, the affair?
- Yeah.

No.

About my reaction to it.

You knew that Billy Keats
was having an affair with your wife?

I knew.

I loved Amanda,

but she hadn't loved me
for a very long time, if she ever did.

Jake was upset...

...that I didn't do anything
about the affair.

He thought I was weak,
like when he was a boy.

What--? What are you talking about?

- The kidnapping.
- We know about the kidnapping.

No, you don't, you think you do.

Even the FBI didn't know.

They thought the first demand
for ransom

came after those monsters
sent proof of life, but it didn't.

The first demand
came a day after Jake was abducted.

They wanted 20 million. I wanted
to pay it, Amanda convinced me not to.

Your wife didn't wanna pay
to get her son back?

She said if we gave in
to their demands,

we'd all be sitting ducks
for the rest of our lives.

So you didn't pay the ransom,
and they cut his finger off.

Did Jake know about this?

The kidnappers told him.

He was only 10 years old.
We were supposed to...

...protect him, but he knew that I...

...couldn't stand up to his mother,
and he knew

she was incapable
of putting him first.

So he took care of himself.
Right?

He got away, he testified
against the men who took him.

He was only 10 years old.

When he found out about the affair,
he asked me to...

...divorce Amanda,
and I told him I wouldn't.

You have to understand,

he was so angry.

You have to understand
that you cannot protect him anymore.

He killed two people.

It's all my fault.

Jake. Five-O.

We need to talk to you.

Come on down.

Hyah!

Jake Madsen, you're under arrest

for the murder of Billy Keats
and Amanda Madsen.

Get up.

My dad told you I was out here,
didn't he?

- He didn't want to, Jake.
- But he did.

He knows everything?

Yeah, he knows,
and he blames himself.

Come on.

Yo, that's twice in one day.

You're getting to be a regular regular.

What can I say?
This stuff is addictive.

Mm-hm. Beauty and brains.
Where have you been all of my life?

Aw...

Okay, what's wrong?

- What do you mean?
- Something's bothering you.

I could always tell.

You could always tell
is a long time ago.

- I know--
- Wouldn't you say?

Yeah, but am I wrong?

No, you're not.
No, I need to ask you a question.

Please, anything. I'm...

- I'm done keeping secrets.
- Okay, well, that's good,

because I read the ballistics report
from the safe house

the day Wo Fat escaped.

Okay, what about it?

You fired your weapon three times
into the floor.

You let Wo Fat escape.
I wanna know why.

"Lust happened, okay?

Wo Fat surprised me,
he lunged at me,

we struggled for the gun
and it discharged.

You know, I...

I wasn't aiming.

The next thing I knew,
he heard Catherine coming,

and he was out the window
before I could fire again.

What else do you want to know?

- No, I mean, that was it.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah, heh, heh.
- That's it?

- That's it.
- Okay.

So we okay?

- Yeah, we're okay, Morn, we're good.
- Okay.

- You hungry?
- Starving.

Come on.

Why don't you go ahead?
I'll catch up.

Get a couple of beers?

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

- So, what are you eating?
- Garlic shrimp.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just-- I just asked Doris
about letting Wo Fat escape.

- And?
- She explained everything.

There was a struggle,
he overpowered her.

The shots were wild.

Shots were wild.

Ah, do you believe her?

No.