Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 11 - Pukana - full transcript

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OFFICER (over radio): Male reports that
there's a domestic argument

in front of South Seas
Sportswear.

Be advised we're receiving

numerous calls
on this domestic.

(indistinct radio transmission)

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(tumblers click)

(gun cocks)

(gasps)



(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

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Back at it again, I see.

Hey.

Three years in a row.

Yeah.

You are such a good dad.

Aw, that's very sweet.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

What?

You know that's code for
she thinks you're cute.

Yeah, I know that that is,
but Tamara's mom

thinks everybody's cute--
that's why she's been



married and divorced
three times.

GROVER: Well, you know
what they say:

fourth time's the charm.

What's up, Lou?
What do you say, Danny?

What, uh, what are you
doing here?

Well, we're doing a little
community service

as penance for someone's
recent transgression.

Ah.

Daddy, I said I was sorry.
Yeah, I remember.

Do yourself a favor.
Don't let yours grow up.

No, I don't want her
to grow up at all.

Where is your daughter,
by the way?

She's, uh...

Oh-oh! Hey, hey!
Where are your gloves?

Grace, what did we
just talk about?

Put it down.

What are you doing?

Put it in the bag.

Go use a whole bottle
of sanitizer, okay?

What do you think's in here?
(box rattles)

What do I think's in it?
Uh, trash, okay? More trash.

You know, there's some
medical waste

over there you can go play
with if you're interested.

It's not trash, Danno.
I think it's a puzzle.

Can you open it, please?

Of course I can open it.

All right, I got an idea.

I'll make a call
later tonight.

I'm gonna call Santa Claus
and ask him

to bring us one of these
with instructions.

I want to see what's inside
that one.

Come on.
It could be, like,

a gold coin, a treasure map,
a letter from someone

stranded on a
desert island.

Come on. Don't you want to know?

(phone rings)

Don't touch it
again, please.

Yeah.

Oh, let me guess.
I come pick you up, right?

(siren approaches)

(siren stops)

Hey.

Thanks.

(chuckles)

Guess it's
casual Friday.

Must have missed the memo.

Oh, that'd be funny
if it wasn't Tuesday.

Annual beach cleanup
at Gracie's school.

DANNY: Right.
Which I'd much rather

be spending my
Christmas Eve over there

than with a dead guy,
all right?

So if we could speed
this up, that'd be nice.

Well, in that case.
Male vic,

GSW to the head,
most likely a nine-millimeter.

Shooter did a pretty good job
of covering his tracks.

There's no clothes, obviously.
No wallet, no I.D.

Nothing on the vic except
the gift wrapping.

Who found this guy?

Fritz over there--
caught a whiff

of our DB in the trunk
and alerted the owner.

Well, I, uh, I don't speak dog.
Maybe you want

to question him.
Hey, come here, buddy.

Come on.
Right here.

Come here. All right, good dog.
Look at this.

You know something?
You're actually a lot

funnier in short pants,
you know that?

Is that right?
Yeah. What about this car?

Owner said it came in
three days ago,

but there wasn't body in it
when it was inventoried.

Which means that someone must've
snuck in and

dumped our vic inside.
Okay, and how'd

the shooter get into this place?

A lock was cut on the gate
around back. I got CSU

checking it for prints
and tool marks right now.

What happens to these cars
once they're crushed?

Apparently, they get
sent over to China

where they're
sold as scrap.

Whoever did this was smart.

I mean, if it wasn't
for Fritz here,

this thing would've gone
according to plan,

and we would never be
investigating this murder.

Mm-hmm.

There goes
our holiday.

Hey, Fritz.

Thanks a lot.

(whines, pants)

CHIN: Any luck locating Adam
in Seattle?

No, but I got a hit
off his mother's maiden name

on some recent ATM transactions
in Canada.

So I'm going up there
to run it down.

You really think

Adam could be there?

I don't know, but I gotta
check it out.

Be careful, Kono.

Love you guys.

Mele Kalikimaka.

(squishing sounds)

Hey, Max.

Oh, gentlemen,
come on in.

You are just in time.

Time for what?
A game of Operation?

I would prefer
if you would refrain

from making your mildly
entertaining witticisms

as this takes complete
concentration.

Yeah, no, I know
you don't want to make

the buzzer
go off, right?

I don't envy you, Commander.

Uh, we get an I.D.
on the vic, Max?

Well, I pulled
prints and DNA,

and sent them
over to the lab.

We are currently waiting
for the results.

However, I do have an early
Christmas gift for both of you.

Hmm.
I found something intriguing

underneath one of
the victim's fingernails.

It's latex,
most likely from a glove.

We didn't find any gloves
at the scene, Max.

It's possibly
a professional requirement.

Maybe he was a surgeon
or a dentist.

Or the noblest profession:
medical examiner.

Maybe he was
using the gloves

'cause he was gonna kill
a medical examiner.

Ah, witticism.

Ah!

There you are, my little friend.

No wonder you were such
a challenge to extract.

See the way it's mushroomed
like that?

It's a jacketed
hollow cavity.

They're designed
for rapid expansion

and maximizing tissue damage
and blood loss.

Not to mention
massive disruption

of ballistic evidence.

Which means it's unloadable
into IBIS.

Okay, our victim's

been shot execution style,

a well-planned body dump,
and now we got this

highly lethal ammunition
that cannot be traced.

I am saying that this is not
this guy's first barbecue.

He's done this before.

CHIN: Fingerprints on our John Doe
came back.

He's not in the system.

CATHERINE:
No, but we did have

some luck
with his DNA.

Hit came back to 12

unsolved break-ins
here on Oahu.

So, this guy's a burglar.

That would explain the latex

that Max found
under his fingernails.

I mean, our victim could
have been wearing gloves

because he was involved
in the commission of a crime.

CATHERINE: Police reports indicated that
all the burglarized homes

had a security system
and hidden safes.

So the guy did his homework.

Definitely a pro.
Take a look at this.

He used low-tech items
like a glass cutter,

tin foil and silicone
to bypass

some very complex alarm systems.

In fact, he was so good
at covering his tracks,

that some of the victims
didn't even realize

they'd been robbed until days
or weeks after they'd been hit.

Maybe could be the burglar
surprised a homeowner,

paid for it with his life.
If that was the case,

why wouldn't he
call the cops

after he shot the guy
and claim self-defense?

Why would he dump the body?

DANNY:
I agree with him.

We know our shooter's
a pro, right?

So, uh, maybe these guys
are in it together.

They, uh... they get into
a dispute over some money.

One guy kills the other guy,
uh, dumps him in the junkyard.

What are friends for, right?

Wow, someone's cynical.

Yeah, well, that's what happens
when you take my

day off away from me.
Let's I.D. this guy,

put him in jail so I can get
back to my daughter, please.

Recognize this guy?

No. Who is he?

He is a local burglar
who's been hitting

high-end homes
all over the island

for the last six months.

Looks dead.

He does look dead.
That's very observant.

Um, do you know
his name?

Sorry.

Despite of what you may think,

I don't know every undesirable
on the island.

But don't you have

a computer that does?
Yes, we do.

Uh, we're just doing this
for redundancy.

You just snarked yourself
out of a favor.

No, please, listen, okay?
Just ignore this man

and do this for me,
would you, please,

Kamekona?
Come on.

Well, there is this brutha
down in North Shore,

owns a pawnshop.

Specializes in hot merch.

Okay, nice.

Talk to him.
See what he knows.

Okay? Please.
Shoots.

What are you doing?

Knitting a sweater.

What does it look
like I'm doing?

Where'd you get
that thing, anyway?

Grace found it
on the beach.

You know,
you've been

playing with it
ever since you got in the car.

It can't be that hard.

Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

Don't cheat. Why you...
why you gotta cheat?

Cheat?
Yeah, cheat.

Show me the rules. Show me
where it says I can't do this.

You know what?

This is just pathetic.

Give it to me.

What are you
going to do with it?

I'm gonna open it.

Oh, you think?
Okay.

Go ahead, Houdini.

You need this?

No, I don't
need that.

Very nice.

You know, uh...
you know what you are?

Yeah, smarter than you.

Smarter than you.
Nope, that's...

that's not
what I was gonna say.

STEVE:
You're welcome, by the way.

What is that?

Where'd you say
that beach cleanup was again?

Ki'i Dunes.

You know there's been, uh,

tsunami debris washing up
in that area recently, right?

From the Japanese
tsunami?

That was, what,
three years ago now?

Little box.

Big ocean.

I'd say it could've taken
that long to get here.

KAMEKONA (singing off-key):
♪ Tiny bubbles

(strumming ukulele)

♪ In the wine

♪ Makes me happy

♪ Makes me feel fine

♪ Tiny bubbles

♪ Make me warm all over...

What are you, uh...
what are you doing?

"Tiny Bubbles."

Written by Leon Pober.

Released by Don Ho in 1966.

Ah, and butchered
by you here in 2013.

I liked it.

"Butchered..."
This is for you, brah.

What is it?

Cost of doing business.

No.

This is...
this-this is $300.

What do you....
$300 for a ukulele?

That's koa wood, brah.

And good information
does not come cheap.

Especially during
the holiday season.

Wow. You actually
have a wallet.

I got $80, all right?

That's all I got.

Figures.
Here, you thief.

$220 more.

North Shore bruddah
hooked us up

with the name
of your dead thief.

Victor Dobbs.

Word is, worked
strictly big scores.

Mostly diamonds
and jewelry.

STEVE:
Victor Dobbs.

Currently
unemployed.

Last job...

He was a manager
at the Wailana

Electronics Supply Company.

Well, with his background,

that's how he could've learned
how to bypass a security system.

It didn't teach him how to dodge
a bullet, though, did it?

Looks like
he lived alone.

(glass shatters)

How ironic.

Whoa.

Sorry. Wrong house.
Hey!

Show me your hands.
Behind your head.

Interlock your fingers.

Easy, man.

Aren't you
a little early, Santa?

CATHERINE: We checked out
that laptop

that Danny found
in our vic's place.

These right here were taken
inside the homes

that our burglar already hit,
and these over here,

these were part
of his wish list.

What, these are places,
uh, Dobbs cased

and was intending to rob?

CHIN: That's right
and wrong.

These were places
he was going to hit,

but he didn't do the casing.

That was all done by our guest,

Tim Sapoli.

Got a hit
off his prints.

He's got multiple priors.

Did some time
in Halawa.

He's currently
employed

as a cable TV
installer.

And it looks like
he's our victim's partner.

How do we know that?

Because he's the
one who e-mailed

those photos
to Victor Dobbs.

Let's cut to the chase and talk
about what happened with Dobbs,

okay? I'm thinking
it was about money.

Maybe he wasn't
paying you enough.

Maybe you wanted to renegotiate
the terms of your deal

with him and
it went south.

Uh, I'm guessing that's
why you killed him.

Whoa.

What?

What are you
talking about?

Dobbs is dead?

What?
You think I killed him?

CATHERINE:
We think you put

a bullet in him,
dumped the body,

then broke
into his house

and tried to steal
the computer

so that you wouldn't
be linked to the photos.

Listen, okay?

The burglaries?

Fine.

I helped pull
those off.

But murder?
No way.

I didn't kill Dobbs.

You're going to have
to do better than that.

I haven't seen him for days.

We were supposed to meet up
after the last score,

split the take...
What score?

I don't know.

My job was to feed
him the leads,

but he never told me

which house he was gonna hit.
CATHERINE: So, what?

He just didn't show up for the split?
Nope.

Never showed.

I kept calling him,
but he wasn't answering.

I figured something
must've happened.

I don't know,
maybe he pulled the plug...

Maybe he got arrested.

I never figured he'd
get himself killed.

You really expect us
to believe that?

Why would I want
my partner dead?

Dobbs was my meal ticket.

DANNY: So, what...
you believe him?

Well, first of all,
Sapoli's got no alibi.

Second of all,
we caught him breaking into

the victim's house
to destroy evidence.

So do I believe him?
No, I don't believe him.

But until we get something
solid on this guy,

all we got is
a burglary charge.

Hey.

My guys finished searching
your suspect Sapoli's place.

They found a weapon...
Glock nine-mil.

That's the same caliber
used to kill Dobbs.

Yeah. I'm running it
against the slug

that Max found,
but it's so degraded,

it's a long shot.
But even if we get

a match, we still have
to put him at the crime scene.

If we could find it.

CATHERINE: Okay, well,
given the latex found

under Dobbs' fingernail,
he might have been killed

right after his last burglary.

So if we can
figure out

where that was, we can
canvass the neighborhood,

maybe turn up a
witness or a security cam

that puts Sapoli in the area
around the time of death.

GROVER: The problem is, there
were no burglaries

reported last night.

All right, well, maybe, uh...
homeowners were out of town.

Well, considering the skill
of your burglar,

these people might not even
know they're victims yet.

STEVE : Catherine, pull up
Dobbs's wish list...

all the houses
he was targeting.

I can take it one step further
and create a map.

STEVE:
Okay.

Chin, Cath,

split up these addresses,
go door-to-door,

see if any of these places
were hit last night.

You got my guys, too,
if you need 'em.

Thank you.
(phone ringing)

Charlie, what do you got?
FONG: I managed to reconstruct

the bullet Max removed
from your victim.

There was enough land and groove
impressions for me to determine

that the round was
fired by a Browning.

No, no.

The, uh, gun HPD recovered
from Sapoli's house...

Was a Glock.
...was a Glock.

Which could mean your suspect

shot the victim
using a different gun.

Or he wasn't the killer.

I also processed
the tarp

that your victim's body
was found wrapped in.

Contacted
the manufacturer.

Production was
discontinued six years ago,

so I'm trying
to narrow down

what retailers
sold them.

As soon as I can put together

a list of transaction records,
I'll call you.

All right, mahalo.

All right.

Give me one minute?
Yeah.

Go.

Hey, Charlie.

I know you got
plenty to do,

but, um, my daughter found
this, uh, on the beach.

Thought maybe you'd
take a look at it.

It's a puzzle box.

Got significant water damage.
Yeah.

I... looks like it's been in
the water for a couple years.

I was thinking
that maybe it, uh,

it washed up here from
the tsunami in Japan.

It's quite possible.

If you get any time,
please, uh, look at it.

It means a lot to Grace.

And you.

Yes.

Uh, and me.
Look.

A lot of people died
in that tsunami, Charlie,

and, uh...

this little girl here,
uh,... I can only assume

she meant a lot to
somebody, so I'd like

to find out what happened
to her, that's all.

I'll do my best.

CHIN: Just checked the sixth house
off my list.

Nothing yet.
How are you making out?

I've hit four. Got nothing.

Four?

To my six?

Aren't you the one driving
around in a muscle car?

Hey, you saw my list.

My houses cover
a wider area than yours.

(chuckles)
Okay, then.

What do you say the last person

who gets to the bottom
of their list

picks up the next tab
at Side Street?

You're on.

(engine revs)

Hi. Can I help you?
Aloha.

I'm Lieutenant Kelly.
I'm with Five-O.

Gary Nathan.
What can I do for you?

Well, Mr. Nathan,
we're investigating

a rash of break-ins
in the area.

We have reason
to believe

that your home
has been targeted.

Are you serious?
Did you have any cable

or Internet work
done here recently?

Yeah.

Uh, a few weeks ago,

I had a new Wi-Fi
system installed.

But what does that have
to do with being robbed?

Our suspects are
using service calls

to access
people's homes.

A lot of our victims
don't even know

that they've been
burglarized until days

or weeks
after the fact.

Mind if I take
a look around?

It'll only take
a couple of minutes.

Oh, of course, yeah.
Whatever you need.

Thanks.
Mm-hmm.

Nice place.

How long you been here?

Couple years.

Before that?
Denver.

We used to vacation
in Hawaii when I was a kid,

so when the opportunity came up,
I moved here.

Denver, huh?
You a skier?

Used to be.

If you ever get the urge,
you ought to try

Mauna Kea.

It's on
Hawaii Island.

Actually snows there
a couple times a year.

Locals call it, uh...
pineapple powder.

I'll have to
check that out.

Yeah.

Mind if I take a look
at your wall safe?

How did you know I have
a wall safe?

As part of the investigation,
we confiscated photos

of the homes that were cased.

And as I mentioned earlier,
yours was targeted.

Yes, you did say that.

It's over here.

Here we go.

Did the safe come
with the house?

No, I had it installed.

I'm gonna need you
to open it up.

Excuse me?

I just need you to verify that
everything's accounted for.

Oh. I don't need
to see what's inside.

All right.

Of course.

All good.

Okay, you can close it back up.

What is it?

It's tinfoil.

Ah, probably
a gum wrapper.

Burglars use tinfoil
to bypass security systems.

♪

Well, at least your prowler has
uptown taste. All his targets

are in affluent areas.

We can forget
about pawnshops.

This merch is being moved
through a local fence.

OFFICER:
Excuse me, gentlemen.

DANNY:
Hey.

Commander McGarrett?
Detective Williams?

That's right.

This is Captain Grover.

How can we help you?
Ma'am.

Special Agent
Rebecca Conway, FBI.

How do you do?

HPD Crime Lab
ran a search

that flagged a case
I'm working.

Specifically, the tarp
and firearm information

that was entered
linked to a series of murders

that I'm covering.

Our suspect's killed
14 people that we know of.

12 on the mainland,
two in Hawaii.

You're saying we have
a serial killer on the Island?

Why are we hearing
about this now?

We've been after this
guy for long time.

Didn't want to scare him
into the wind.

And you think we're chasing
the same guy?

I'm not totally convinced,

but that's why I'm here:
to compare notes.

What do you got?

In every case, our suspect
holds the victims

for less than 24 hours.

All are bound and tortured.

The C.O.D. is always the same:

a single gunshot wound
to the head

using nine-millimeter jacketed
hollow cavity bullets.

We think this
is a mercy killing

after the horrific abuse
that he inflicts.

GROVER: So you're sure
that the killer's male?

CONWAY:
The kind of atrocities

associated with this killer
seem to be

a function of masculine traits.

Particularly the way
he disposes of the bodies;

he's very practical.

He strips the victims
of their clothing,

wraps them in
a plastic tarp

and dumps them
in random locations.

The killer also likes to cut
a single finger

from each victim's hand,
which he keeps as a souvenir.

STEVE:
So he can relive

the fantasy
at a later date, right?

Right. Now, what
I can't figure out

is that up
until this point,

all the victims have been
females in their 20s,

most likely targeted
for those specific traits.

Your victim is male.

And he's not missing a finger.
Right.

But other than that,
the M.O. fits.

I'm just not sure why
my guy picked Mr. Dobbs.

Maybe your guy
didn't pick Mr. Dobbs.

Maybe Mr. Dobbs picked him.

What do you mean?

We know Dobbs

was a burglar. We also know

that he pulled a job the
night he was killed, okay?

Now, what if he was in
the middle of that job

when this went down?

You're saying he broke
into the killer's house.

So that means

that he didn't choose
to change his M.O.,

but your victim forced him to.

What I'm saying
is it's possible.

Do you have an address?

We have people out in the field
working on that right now.

Pull them back. Do it now.
If this guy knows he's cornered,

he's going to run
or do what he does best,

which is take another life.

Hey, Steve...
Leilani, you all right?

Yeah. I'm sorry. Um, I've
been trying to reach Chin.

We were supposed to meet
a couple hours ago.

Have you heard
from him?

(line ringing)

He's not answering.

If there's something
wrong, please tell me.

Hold on.

Cath, Catherine, where are you?

Pearl City. Why?
What's going on?

Have you heard from Chin?

No, not recently.

Why?

Okay, okay, listen to me
very carefully.

I need you to stand down.

HPD's gonna hit the rest
of the houses on that list.

Do me a favor.
Call your people, okay?

Tell them we've lost
contact with one of ours.

We're gonna need
all the help we can get.

(Chin grunting)

You know, there are cops
all over this neighborhood.

They're gonna find me.

(Chin groaning)

(pants)

CHIN: You know,
I don't know what it is

you think you're
doing, Gary...

but as far as I'm concerned,
all you did was kill somebody

who broke into
your house.

You know, a jury might look
at that as self-defense,

but if you kill me,

you're gonna die in prison.

You understand that, right?

Are you hearing me?

♪

(whispers inaudibly)

(Chin grunts loudly)

(grunts)

(Chin yells in pain)

(grunts)

You have nothing.

(Chin groans softly)

You see now?

You know nothing.

Do you see me?

Yes.

I see you, Gary.

I see you
for who you really are.

You're above us all.

You're a living deity.

You control who lives

and who dies.

(Chin grunts in pain)

(Chin groaning)

You're lying!
(grunts)

You think I'm a monster.

(grunts)

(coughing)

(groans, pants)

(groaning):
You're right.

I think you're a sick,
pathetic little worm

who preys on innocent women
for your degenerate needs!

(coughing)

(panting):
My only question for you...

is: Why women?

What did they do
to you, Gary? Huh?

What do they represent?

Huh?

Or maybe it's one in particular,

and you just take it out
on total strangers.

What, your mommy hurt you?

Huh?

Maybe she locked
you up in a closet

when you were a little kid.

Maybe you had a thing
for her, huh?

Maybe, but she was
always Daddy's, right?

(muffled panting)

(coughing)

You're mine.

I control you.

Just like all the others.

People like you,
you think you're so smart

that you know what's inside me,

you don't know
and you never will.

You can't
possibly imagine

what a great pleasure it is
to have you as my guest.

(chuckles)

(doorbell rings)

(knocking)
WOMAN (calls): Gary?

(chuckles)

Shh...

Don't go anywhere.

(knocking)

(knocking)

Gary?

(knocking)

I heard someone
here needs soup.

Emily, hi.
Didn't you get my message?

I ignored it,

like any good girlfriend would
when her man says he's sick.

Oxtail soup
from Pho Bistro.

Your favorite.

Oh, wow, you feel
a little feverish to me.

Yeah, you know,
I think you're right,

and the last
thing you need

is to get sick,
so maybe you should

just leave the soup and go.
Don't worry,

if I get sick, then you'll
just take care of me.

♪

Look what you made me do.

(sirens wailing)

Yeah. Grover.
What do you got?

Really?

All right, thanks.
Wait, hang on, hang on.

That was the impound yard--
they got a car there that's registered

to your murder victim,
Victor Dobbs.

It was towed there from a
"no overnight parking" spot in Kahala Park.

Okay, wait,
there's a house on Dobbs' list

two blocks from there,
uh, Moa Street.

All right, forget this place.

Catherine, do me a favor.
Call Agent Conway.

Have her meet us on site.

(tires screeching)
(sirens blaring)

(moans)

Gary, what are you doing?

It's not you. It's me.

(grunting)

No, no!

What are you...?

(grunting)

No! No...

(grunts)

(yells)

(both grunting)

Chin!

(both grunting)

STEVE:
Chin!

You all right?

Huh?
Yeah.

(coughs)

Thanks.

I wanted to be the one
to pull the trigger.

Be glad you didn't.

It's over.

You should let
those families know.

♪

Hey.

You ever finish your sweep?

Almost. You?

I got a little distracted.

Okay, you know what?

Let's call it a tie.

A tie?
Yeah.

No, I say a tie goes
to the guy who got stabbed

in the shoulder.
Don't you think?

Sympathy play. Okay.

I'm sold. Dinner's on me.
Ooh, all right.

Oh, you buying?

Yeah.

Who invited you?

This Grinch act of yours,
just-just stop it.

You know you like me.

You just have difficulty
expressing your feelings.

I don't know
how he feels about you,

but he definitely likes
a free meal. That I know.

What's that supposed
to mean?

Well, I don't want to put a fine
point on it, but you are cheap.

Look, in three years, when was

the last time
you picked up a check?

Everything's about money with
you. You're obsessed with money.

This specifically, yes,
it's about money.

See, when the bill comes,
what you have to do

is you have to reach
in your pocket,

take the lock off your wallet,
take out the green paper--

it's called money--

and you pay for the bill.
That's how it works.

The meal after next,
I'll pay for everybody.

Meal after...
What do you mean, meal after...

Why meal after next?
How 'bout that?

Catherine just clearly said
she's paying for this meal.

Right?

Catherine.

Where'd she go?

Putz.

She just said it, Danny.

Catherine!

♪

♪

Ho ho ho.

(chuckles)

Ho ho ho!

♪

Huh?

Yeah!

Weight down. Weight down.
Whack it in.

Come on.
Let's go.

Oh!

Everybody goes
completely nuts.

The entire East Coast
loses their mind. Huh?

(vehicle approaching)

Hey. Practice.

Please be careful,
all right?

What's up, buddy?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Danny.

What are you
doing here?

I couldn't sleep.

Oh. What, uh...
what'd you find out?

(sighs)

I recovered a hair
from inside the locket.

Extracted DNA

and ran the profile against
a database the Japanese police

set up to help identify victims
of the tsunami.

What'd you find?

The little girl in the photo
was six-year-old Akiko Tanaka.

She lived with her family
in Ishinomaki,

one of the towns hardest hit
by the tsunami.

I contacted the girl's father,

the family's only survivor.

He was away on business
when the quake hit.

Tried to get
back in time,

but was forced back by the wave.

When the water receded,

it was all gone:

his wife,
daughter, house.

His whole life was wiped out
in a matter of minutes.

(sighs) You, uh... you said you spoke
to this guy.

Where-where is he now?

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me.
Hai.

Do you know where I can find
a Mr. Tanaka?

Okay. Thanks.

Come on.

Come on.

Excuse me.

You, uh, Mr. Tanaka?

Hai.
(speaks Japanese)

Um...

I, uh... I think
this belongs to you.

(soft clacking, snapping)

(crying softly)

Arigatou gozaimasu.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

Come on.