Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 15 - Pale 'la - full transcript

That them?

No, it's not them.

When it's them, I'll tell you.
You keep asking me every

two seconds.

You okay?

You seem nervous.
You all right?

I'm not n... I'm excited, okay?
I'm very excited.

This is the first time
my parents are coming to see me

since I moved here,
so I am excited, okay?

And maybe
slightly nervous

for having to spend seven days
in a small space



with these two people, okay?
They're both very impulsive,

excitable, big personalities.

They can lose their temper
at the drop of a hat.

Ah. So they're
nothing like you.

If you're gonna be sarcastic,
you can wait in the car.

No, I'm just saying the apple
didn't fall far from the tree is all.

Well, I didn't ask
for commentary.

So if you want to be sympathetic,
Fine.

a little compassion,
I'll take that,

but the commentary I don't need.

Hey, six o'clock,
big personality.

There's my boy.

Come here.
Ma.

Look at you.



Hey, Ma.
Hello, handsome.

Mm, it's so good to see you.
It's so good to see you.

Look at you. You look so good.
How was your flight?

Thank you. It was very long.

What?
Whoa, Ma, what's with all the luggage?

You know I always overpack.

No, I don't know that
because we never went anywhere.

How would I know?

You must be Steve.

You must be Mrs. Williams.
Aloha.

Aloha.

Welcome to Hawaii.
You can call me

Clara.
Clara. Okay.

And mahalo.
Hey.

I learned that on the plane.

That's very good.
It's perfect pronunciation.

Thanks.
So where's, uh...

Thank you.
where's Pa, Ma? You, uh,

stuff him in one of those big bags?

Yeah, about that,
he couldn't make it this trip.

But we'll talk about that later.

What do you mean he couldn't
make the trip? What happened?

Is he okay? What's going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's fine.

Okay, so wh...
so why didn't he come?

We'll talk about it later.

Ma, just talk about it now.
Just tell me why he didn't come.

Okay. Um...

I'm leaving your father.
We're getting a divorce.

Okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna go

somewhere else.

Hey, you need a hand with those?

All right.

What do you... what do you mean
a divorce, Ma?

A sports car?

Really?
Isn't that

a little obvious?
I mean, you still

have your hair, you know.
Would you please focus here, Ma?

This is really not the time
or the place.

I disagree. This is the time.
What do you...

what do you mean divor...
You can't get divorced.

You've been married 40 years.

Okay, 38 years
and this is America.

I can get divorced
whenever I want to.

Ask Kim Kardashian.

Please don't do that.
Do what?

Don't try to be funny.
This is serious.

Please, Ma.

I know this is serious.

But I've thought about it a lot,

and it's the decision
that I've made.

And I need you to respect that,

okay? Come on.

What about here?

Too low.

Too high.

A little more
to the middle.

More. Mo...

Wait. Too much. Go back.

No, that is too far.

That's it.

I'm hanging it here.

No, wait, just...

I really think it should go
in the bedroom.

Would you relax?

It's just drywall.

(Hawaii Five-O
theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 4x15 ♪
Pale 'la (Buried Secrets)
Original Air Date on February 28, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

So, did he lose his license?

Ma, please, just stop.

Please. Enough.

Excuse me. I don't get it.

If this is your car,
then why is he driving it?

We have an arrangement,

- you see.
- We have what?

An arran... No,
we don't have an arrangement.

An arrangement would require
my cooperation,

which we definitely do not have.
What we have is me

as a passenger in my car
all the time.

He has never been good
with sharing.

- Really?
- Wait, that's not true.

That's not true at all.
I'm-I'm very good at sharing.

But can we get back on topic,
please? Now?

About something
that's important, this divorce

and how it's coming
out of nowhere.

Well, not for me it's not.

Don't give me a look. Hey, look,
it's fine, okay? We're family.

We can discuss this now.
We don't got to wait till later.

Yeah, he's also very impatient.
Have you noticed that part?

He wants what he wants
and he wants it right now.

Well, I wonder
where I get that from.

Oh, and now the mumbling starts.
He mumbles under his breath.

Have you noticed that?
It used to drive

his teachers crazy
and his sisters, too.

Mumble, mumble.
Oh, speaking of which,

I do not want you calling them
about this, do you hear me?

I'm gonna tell them in person.
You do that

because I'll tell you
what's gonna happen:

you're gonna tell 'em
What?

and they're gonna
lose their mind.

They're gonna freak out.

Oh. Wow.
Just so you know.

As opposed to what you're doing,
right?

I'm not freaking out,
if that's what you mean, okay?

This is a completely
legitimate response

to some very upsetting news.
You know,

you're very dramatic,
honey. Really.

Nice house.

Hey, Chin, hey. We catch...
we catch a case or what?

Great. No, great.

Send me the address.
I'll be right there.

All right, good.
I got to go.

Uh, got to get to a crime scene.

Lucky you.

Well,

it was very nice to meet you.

I'll-I'll see you again, right?

I hope so.

Oh, hey, have fun.

Commander McGarrett.

Yeah.
Sean Hutton.

Honolulu Register.

We met at the governor's
Christmas party last year.

Oh, sure, I remember.
How you doing?

Good, good.

Hey, listen, I can't
give you a statement.

I haven't even seen
the crime scene.

No, I'm not here
to talk about that.

I want to talk
about Lou Grover.

What about him?

Well, I'm doing a story
on our new SWAT captain.

I wanted to see if you'd go
on record about him.

Ah. Okay, well, listen, we
just started working together,

so there's, uh, not much
I can tell you, okay? - Right.

Did you know he left Chicago
under a cloud?

What kind of story
are you writing?

There was an incident,
a hostage situation.

And from what I hear,
Grover screwed up

and the Chicago PD buried it.

Okay, well, I don't know
anything about that.

Yeah, I'm sure you don't.
'Cause if you did,

you would've told
the chief of police

and then Grover
never would've been hired.

Yeah, maybe.

But if you're gonna go down
that road, Mr. Hutton,

you better make damn sure
your facts are straight

or you could ruin a
good man's career.

With all due respect,
Commander,

I don't need you to tell me
how to write a story.

Ah.

Okay? And I'm gonna write
this story

whether you cooperate or not.

Then we got nothing more
to talk about.

Here we go.

I've got the rest
of your body right here.

Based on the facial features
and bone structure,

it appears to be an adult male.

However,
an accurate age estimate

is gonna be difficult to make.

Any idea how long
he's been in there?

The state of mummification
leads me to conclude

that the range is somewhere
between five to seven months.

Five to seven months.

How long have the
Sakatas lived here?

They just moved
in last week.

Oh, I think I found

our cause of death.
Take a look.

A single GSW to the head.

- That'll do it every time.
- All right, I've seen enough,

Max. Let's get him out of there.
As you wish.

Who am I?

Someone who's about to get shot?

Leatherface.

Oh, man.
You guys are no fun at all.

Guy Ingram.

I recognize this guy.

Well, this might be why.

Kahu Realty.

Oh, yeah.His face

was plastered on bus benches
all over the Island, right?

"When you're ready
to buy, call Guy.

I'll be there to
welcome you home".

In this case, literally.

Fingerprints confirm our
victim is indeed Guy Ingram.

44 years old, single.

He moved here two years ago
from the mainland.

His relatives in Cleveland
have been notified.

The bullet that killed him
was a .22 caliber round

shot in close proximity.
I already sent it to Ballistics.

All right, so,

what else do we know
about Mr. Ingram?

Well, I was able
to determine

that the T.O.D. was
six months ago. More precisely,

August 7.

Wow, you have an exact date.

That's very impressive, Max.

Well, I can't take full credit
for that assessment.

After thoroughly going through
the victim's garments,

I was able to discover
that he was in possession

of an airline ticket,
which you can see was issued

for a flight on August 7.

Right. Looks like he was headed
to Los Angeles.

I'm thinking the murder
prevented him

from making that flight.

Pop, it's me. Again.

Okay, please,
when you get this message

or any of the other 19 messages
I left you, please call me back.

Look, whatever's going on
with Mom, it is fixable.

So call me and, uh,
we will work it out, okay?

Okay. Call me. Bye.

♪ I saw ♪

♪ The sign and it opened up
my mind ♪

♪ And I am happy now living
without you ♪

♪ I've left you, oh, oh, oh

♪I saw the sign

♪ And it opened up my mind
and I... ♪

Hello, sweetheart.
Hi, Ma.

I love your house.

Oh, thank you. I think this one,
uh, is a keeper.

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

I'm making you lunch.

Oh, good. I'm starving.
You doing the, uh,

macaroni and ketchup sauce?

Yeah.

They serve that in prison,
you know.

You loved this
when you were a kid.

I know-- I was fond
of eating crayons, too,

but I gave that up.

Oh, your...
Ah, ah. I got it.

I'm gonna cook.
Really?

We'll make a nice
ten-minute sauce.

Bing, bing,

and bing.
There we go.

You have some very impressive
knife skills there, honey.

Thank you, thank you.
So, when did you learn to cook?

Well, uh, when Rachel left,
I had no choice.

I was either gonna watch the
Food Network a couple times a week,

or Grace and I were
gonna eat takeout every day.

So...
Mm.

Speaking of people
leaving other people, Ma...

Speaking of Grace, what time
does she get out of school?

I'm dying
to see my grandbaby.

Okay, Ma...
Yeah?

Ah, here we go.
Listen...

Yeah, here we go. You cannot come
here and tell me

you're getting divorced,
and then not explain what's going on.

All right? So please tell me what is
going on, because when I came home

for Dad's birthday,
everything seemed fine.

Apart from me crying
on your shoulder

because he used our vacation fund
to buy a stupid sports car?

Okay, if it's about the money,
about the trip, I-I'll treat you guys.

I'll pay for the trip myself.
No, no, it's not about the money,

it's not about
the vacation fund--

it's the fact that
your father always said

that when he retired,
it would be our time.

It would be our time to travel,

it would be our time
to take dancing lessons,

it would be...

our time to fall in
love all over again.

And he has not
kept that promise.

I mean, this is the third act
of my life, sweetheart.

You know? I want
it to be great.

So if I can't
have our time,

I'm gonna have my time.

Because I deserve that.

I'm gonna set
the table.

According to the airline,

Guy Ingram purchased
a one-way ticket

to Los Angeles a few days
before he was murdered.

Okay, uh, one-way, so he
wasn't planning on coming back.

Maybe he knew that
somebody was after him

and he decided to skip town.
He wasn't going alone.

According to
his itinerary,

he purchased a second ticket,
same flight, same day.

Passenger's name
was Sally Ann Caldwell.

And the airline said that she
didn't make the flight, either.

What do we know
about Sally Ann Caldwell?

Not much. I ran her name through
the local DMV, came up empty.

Well, there's got
to be something. I mean,

he bought her a ticket, right?
They've got

to be connected somehow.
We need to find her.

CSU was able to pull some prints

from the plaster
behind the wall.

We checked AFIS, got no hits,

but we're still running them
through other databases.

Also got an interesting lead
on one of Ingram's coworkers.

Cherie Tranton.

Recognize her?
Yeah.

She provided us intel
on the Hutchins murder.

Mm-hmm.
According to the office manager,

she and Guy Ingram
were very competitive.

So after he
supposedly left town,

she aggressively took over
all his listings.

We're talking
dozens of commissions

on high-end real estate
transactions.

That's a lot of cash.

That's definitely motive.
And as a real estate agent,

she had access to the crime scene.
Let's see if

Cherie Tranton's also got
any carpentry skills, huh?

Copy that.

Yeah.

Danny, what's up?

Okay, uh, in ten minutes,
you were gonna call me

and tell me
there's a very urgent situation

that needs
my immediate attention,

and you need me in the office
right away, okay?

Can you do that, please?

I'm sorry. You want me to lie
so you can ditch your mom?

Yes, I do, okay?

This divorce thing's
got my head spinning,

and, uh, I just need some time.

I need some time alone, okay?

So why don't you just
tell her that, Danny?

Well, because if I tell her
I need some time alone,

she'll say, "Me, too.
Let's go together."

That's the way she is.

Can you just please do this
for me, please?

Okay, fine, but next Side Street
is on you.

Really? 'Cause it's always
on me.

Okay, well,
you just owe me one then.

What is it with you?

Everything is so mercenary.
You can't just do a friend

a solid? You can't do that out
of the kindness of your heart?

Daniel, the fancy lunch
you made is getting cold.

I have to go.
Please just say yes?

Okay.

Thank you. Ten minutes.

Captain Grover.

Let me guess.
Sean Hutton.

McGarrett already filled me in.

I got nothing to say to you.

I know all about
the Molina case.

And I think

it might not have been handled
the way it should have been.

Yeah? Well, Chicago PD
may beg to differ.

See, I was investigated
thoroughly, and I was cleared.

Well, the brass was
looking out for you.

Believe me, I know
that happens.

Yet, six months later, you
quit the department anyway.

See, that's the part
that I can't figure out.

You had a great
thing going on there.

Why come all
the way out here

where you've got no
one to protect you?

I don't need anybody
to protect me,

'cause I do my job right.

Then give me your side.

Convince me that I'm wrong
about you, Captain,

and the whole story changes.

What, are we pals now,
or something?

You're gonna look out for me?

All right.

You're not giving me
a choice here.

24 hours. If I don't hear
your side, I run what I have.

And believe me, you're not gonna
like it, Captain.

Now, you're not threatening me
now, are you, son?

I'm just telling you.

24 hours.

The ball's in your court.

Honestly, you can
call me any time.

I never sleep. I'm
like a zombie. Here.

My number's right there.
Come back again.

Bye.

Aloha.

Is this not
the dream house?

It has everything,
and the owners

just reduced the price.

They're super motivated to sell.

You two got kids?

Who, us?

Uh, no, we're not married.

Who needs papers nowadays,
right?

All that matters
is two people

who love each other need
a good roof over their heads.

And this one, by the way,
was just retiled.

Miss Tranton,
we're not here about the house.

Okay.

I just can't believe it.

I-I thought Guy moved
to Los Angeles.

I showed that house over 50
times in the last six months.

To think that he was in there,

in that wall the whole time.

Why would someone do that
to him?

How many commissions
did you cash in on

after Mr. Ingram
disappeared?

What are you insinuating?

That I had something to do
with his murder?

We understand the two of you were
extremely competitive.

We fought over
every listing, okay?

That is the nature of the
real estate business here.

It's a small island.
There's only so many big deals.

But why would I kill Guy?

He was moving to Los Angeles.

Well, maybe he changed
his mind.

Maybe he decided to hang
onto those pricey listings.

You are barking up
the wrong tree.

Okay. Well,
then you wouldn't mind

if we took some fingerprints.

Knock yourselves out.

Hey, Charlie,
what's up?

Okay, got it.
We're on our way.

So, Ballistics got a hit on the
slug we pulled out of Ingram.

It matches a weapon used in
a jewelry store heist two years ago.

HPD closed the case

and the weapon was recovered
and vouchered.

If that gun is sitting
in an evidence room,

how was it used
to kill our vic?

My mother
is definitely serious

about this divorce thing.

Okay.

She's serious today.

Danny, give her a couple days
to think about it,

you know,
let it sink in...

I'm telling you, okay,
she has made up her mind.

My mother is singing

in my kitchen. She's singing
"I Saw the Sign."

You know that song,
"I Saw the Sign"?

I don't know the song.

Okay, well, let me explain
the song to you, okay?

It goes like this. "I saw the sign.
Mm-hmm.

"It opened up my mind.
Hmm.

And now I am happy
living without you."

You know the one?

Sing me a couple bars.
Just the first couple...

You sing me a couple bars.
Do me favor.

You gonna bust my chops right now?
I'm trying...

Look, I don't get it, all right?
It's a song.

It's a song.
It's just a song.

It's a song that is about

being happy and
moving on in life.

The horror.

Look, it's not
just the song.

She's saying some
very disturbing things.

She's talking about "me time,"
right?

Third act of her life.
It's all very unsettling

to hear from your mother,
trust me.

Next thing, she'll be dating.

Why would you say that to me?

Well, because it's a natural...

Why would you say...?
You were getting there.

I was not getting there.
I would never get there.

This is my mother
we're talking about.

Yeah. Who, Danny,
if we're being honest,

happens to be a beautiful woman.

Whoa! Hey!

What, she not gonna date again?

Oh! Enough!
That's it!

No more talking
about it, okay?

Fine, okay.

I should have my head examined

for coming here asking
you advice

in the first place. Your mother,
she couldn't even get divorced

like a normal human being.
She had to pretend

she was dead
to get away from your father!

Hey! Hey!

What?
Take it easy.

I'm supportive of my mother,
okay?

When she lets me.

Uh-huh.

That's, uh, just the slightest
bit of revisionist history.

Excuse me?

Well, I was there

when you brought her home
from Japan,

and, uh, you wouldn't even
look at her in the face

and you wouldn't call her "Mom".

Yeah, because Doris and I had
some issues, okay,

when she got back from Japan
after 20 years.

And then what happened?
I was supportive.

Your mom needs you, Danny.

Just be there for her.

Sure, I remember
that case.

The owner was shot
during a robbery.

We caught the guy,

he's doing a ten-year
bit in Halawa.

Okay, and that weapon
was logged into evidence?

It went from here
to the courthouse and back.

If you got a hit
to that gun,

it's gotta
be a mistake.

That's it. That's the
case you're looking for.

It's gone.

Thanks for coming, man.

Of course.

I take it you met Sean Hutton.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I met Sean Hutton,
all right.

He's a... he's a man
on a mission.

He's gonna put out
this story whether

he gets all
the facts or not.

Okay, well,
you gotta talk to him.

I don't even think that's
gonna change his mind.

What, you're saying
he's right?

I'm saying it's complicated.

Back in Chicago,

I was on the department
fast track.

I'd gone from
being a uniform

to head of SWAT
in 15 years.

One night we get a call.

Hostage situation.

Guy's name is
Jorge Molina.

And Jorge was very angry
with his ex-wife.

She goes over to his place to
pick up their two-year-old son

for her visitation,
he locks her out of the place.

Then he tells her
he's got a gun.

And he's threatening the boy

and he's threatening
to harm himself,

so we come over there.

Set up a perimeter.

And I get on the phone with him.

Why not
a hostage negotiator?

Because I knew Jorge.

Back when I was a uniform,

seemed like every weekend
I was over at his parents' house

on a domestic call, so

I earned his trust, and, uh...

I thought for sure
he'd listen to me.

Jorge.
Who's this?!

This is Captain Grover,
you remember me, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember you.

All right, Jorge,
listen, I know you,

what you doing in there
scaring everybody?

Man, I know you
don't want to hurt nobody.

Especially your baby.

She wants to take him
away from me.

And I don't want to give him up.

I want to see him.
I understand, I understand that.

But I got you on that,
I'm gonna help you with that.

All you got to do is come
outside and surrender to me.

A second later I'm gonna
be on the phone with CPS.

I'm gonna vouch for you
and I'm gonna tell them

you're a good guy.
Well...

okay. Yeah, yeah,
you were always good

to me and my family.

I had him, man. I had him.

To this day, I don't
know what set him off.

Jorge, you got to listen to me.
Captain, Jenkins says he has the shot.

I don't know, I don't think so.
Listen to me, listen to me, Jorge.

Look at me. Look at me,
I'm taking off my vest.

Captain...
Huh? I'm taking off my gun.

The snipers radioed in
and said they had a shot

through the front window.

But I made 'em hold off.

You want to point that gun at
somebody, you point it at me.

We can take him down.
All we need is the green light.

Okay? I trust you.
That's why I'm out here like this.

Just need the green
light, Captain.

All you have to do
is walk outside Captain.

with your hands in the air.
We just need the go-ahead.

And everything's
gonna be fine.

I made the decision to wait.

You can trust me.

No, you're lying.

You're lying just
to get me out there.

You're lying!
No, I've always been straight with you.

Just give us the green light.
Anything that I've ever

told you I'm gonna do, I always do.
Captain.

We can take him down.
Isn't that right? Isn't that right?

Just give us the green light, Captain.
I'm always gonna be straight...

I can't come out.
All right, come on outside with me.

I'm sorry. - Come on, come on. Just come out
with your hands up.

It's too late! It's too late.
It's... it's too late. - All right?

Do we have a green light?
No, no, no. It's not too late, son.

Let us take the shot.
It's not too late.

It's too late, Captain.
It looks bad, but it's not too late.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry.
No, don't say that, son. Don't say that!

No, Jorge, don't do it!
You don't want to do that.

You're not a... No!

So I go into the house,

and they're both dead.

And his little boy,
Christian...

...he was lying on the floor...

...with his blanket...

little stuffed animal.

Blood everywhere.

I hope you never see
something like that, man,

because you'll remember it
for the rest of your life.

You made a call, Lou.

All right?

It's not your fault,
what happened.

That's what
they told me!

That's what
I told myself.

But I still couldn't
get past the idea

that if I had just
done one thing,

just one thing
different...

that that little boy
would still be alive.

Chicago PD cleared me.

But I couldn't get past it.

And I'm fightin' with my wife,

and I'm yellin' at my kids...

The best friend
I had in the world,

I get into
a little argument with him

and I end up punching

the guy.

And I spent so many nights,

late at night,

pacing the floor
in my living room,

on my eighth beer,

my ninth beer,
my tenth beer.

And I'm
angry

and I'm trying to...

I'm counting all the people
that pissed me off that day.

And I'm asking, "What the hell
is wrong with everybody?"

Well,
eventually...

...I figured out
what the problem was.

And it was me.

And unless I wanted
to ruin my career

and wreck my marriage,

I had to get the hell
out of Chicago, man.

Because driving
down those streets,

every little kid I saw...

was Christian Molina.

So...

I put in for the
job out here.

I figured,
why not put

6,000 miles and
an ocean between me

and my problems?

And then this Sean Hutton
comes around.

And he's bringing it all
right back to my front door,

and I'm gonna have
to deal with this

all over again.

All the guilt.

All the questions.

You've got my full support.

All right?

I really appreciate that, man.

That's why I come
down here to talk to you.

I know you got things
you're keeping inside

and you gotta get these things
off your chest,

or I swear,
they're gonna press the air

right out
of you.

And then
you're gonna

end up just like m...

You know what
I'm trying to say, right?

Yeah.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hey.
Hi.

Ma, I, uh...

just got home.

Thought maybe we, uh...
could have a talk.

Where, uh... where are you?

At the Hilton.

We're just hanging by the pool.

We?

Who's "we"?

What are you... what,
are you on a date, Ma?

I am, actually.

With my beautiful

granddaughter.

That's-that's
completely impossible,

because your granddaughter's
in school right now.

Well, I might have

taken her out of school
a little bit early.

Early?

Yes, but

in my defense,
we were doing

something very
educational.

We were
learning

how to apply
foundation.

Apply foundation...

I don't know what that means.

We got makeovers.

Oh, you had makeovers!
Uh-huh.

Like with makeup
on everybody's faces.

Well, yes, that's how
you usually do it.

Can you do me a favor and send
a picture of my daughter to me?

Right now, please?
On the telephone?

Okay.

Coming
right up.

Okay, he wants
a picture.

Okay, say "YOLO."
YOLO.

You're so pretty.

Thank you.

Got it?

Oh, God...

Oh, relax.

No, Ma, you relax.

Nice retort, sweetheart.

Okay, look.

Um... Operation, uh,
Corrupt My Daughter

is now officially over.

I'd like you two to come home
now, please, if that's okay.

Thanks for coming.

Change your mind
about going on record?

No.

I'm afraid
not, Sean.

Listen, I know what
happened in Chicago,

all right?

And your facts
may be right.

But you're-you're
way off base

about Captain Grover.
He's a good man,

and he's a great cop.
Who made

the wrong call and
got a little boy killed.

I'm-I'm
surprised

by your support
for him, Commander.

One of the
first things

that Grover did when
he rode into town

was file a grievance
against you.

Which was withdraw.
So, what?

You-you owe him a favor, now?
No, that's not how it works.

Why are you
defending him?

I don't get you.
You don't get me.

No, you don't
get me.

You non-operators,
you sit on the sidelines

and you judge us
in the field.

You have no idea
what it's like.

The hard decisions

we have to make
every day

going downrange,
and the consequences

that we have to
live with forever.

Are you speaking
for Captain Grover,

or are you speaking
for yourself?

I'm speaking for anyone
who's ever had to do this job.

I'm also asking you...

leave this one alone, huh?

Hi.

Go ahead.

Go wash your
face right now.

Are you mad,
Danno?

No, I'm not mad.
Do I look mad?

Go.

Come on in.
I'm sorry.

I just wanted to go
have a little fun

with my granddaughter.

Got it.
It's fine.

Ma...
that's fine.

Here's what I don't get.

I don't get how it is
that you are having fun.

It doesn't make
sense to me.

I mean,

you're dancing
in the kitchen,

you're singing
songs,

you're doing makeovers,

going to the pool,
having a blast.

I mean, I... I'm confused.

Aren't-aren't you upset?
Aren't you sad?

Of course I'm sad.

You think because I have

a song stuck in my head

that I'm not sad?
I don't know.

I want to cry
all the time, honey.

I'm sorry I took
Grace out of school.

It's just, when
you left for work,

I found myself
extremely lonely here,

and wandering around
with nothing to do.

Okay.

I already said that's fine.
Okay.

Ma, can we
talk now? Please?

Ever since your father retired,

he has a million
different hobbies

and-and interests.

And not one of them

involves being with me.

You're here
with Gracie,

Matt's on the run somewhere,

the girls are busy
with their own families,

and I went
from being

the busiest woman
in the world,

raising you guys,

cooking, cleaning,

couponing, PTA-ing,

to having absolutely nothing
but time on my hands.

All right, so maybe
you need a hobby, too, you know.

No, I don't
need a hobby,

sweetheart,
I need a life.

Like a real life.

A life with love and romance
and companionship.

Please don't think
that I did not try

to make this
marriage work.

I never worked harder
at anything in my life.

And I know this is
hurting you, but...

No, Mom, it's-it's...

Yeah. No,
I know it is.

And I know that
it doesn't really matter

how old you are or how much your
dad and I love you,

it's still a tough
thing for you to handle,

the thought of us being apart.

And I am so sorry for that.

Okay, well, I appreciate
that, Mom. I do.

I apologize myself.

I obviously have not been
very supportive, okay?

But just so you know, uh,

the hardest day of my life
was not when Rachel told me

that she was leaving me, okay?
It was when

we had to sit down
and tell Grace.

That was, that was tough,

you know?

And she, you know,
she-she-she tried not to cry.

And she was, you know,
trying to be big about it,

but I know that, uh,
that we were

her anchor, just like
you and Pop are to me.

That's-that's tough
thinking about losing that,

so...

I know.
I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Hey. So, I was doing
a little digging

on the chain of custody
of our missing weapon.

Where is it?

Well, I'll tell you
where it's not.

Melted into scrap metal,

which is what was supposed to happen
seven months ago

when the prosecuting
attorney's office put through the order.

Duke had no idea because
the P.A.'s office misfiled the paperwork.

Okay, so somewhere between
the evidence room

and the metalworks,
that .22 just disappeared.

And whoever got their hands
on it killed Guy Ingram.

We cross-check
the serial numbers

to the police report number,

then they're put into a bin
and wheeled down to our smelter

where they're melted down
at 3,100 degrees.

Done and done.
Well, maybe you can

explain how a weapon
that was supposed

to be destroyed by you ended up being
used in a homicide six months ago?

No idea.

But here's the paperwork.

Whose signature is on
these receipt vouchers?

George Moku.

He's the yard boss.

How long has he worked
for you?

Ever since I married
his sister.

You trust your
brother-in-law, Mr. Chan?

He's family.
I don't have a choice.

I'll take that
as an undecided.

Here's what I'm thinking:
your brother-in-law George

has a nice little side
business going on.

He tags the guns
as destroyed, and then

resells them on the street

as untraceable.
I don't believe this.

Well, you better believe it
'cause it's happening.

Now where do we find him?

He's called in sick today.

Let me guess.
That happens every time

a shipment of weapons
comes in to be destroyed.

They're all clean.
Untraceable.

So what do you say?
You see something you like?

Hey, what the hell's going on?!
Bruddah, are you setting us up?

Hey, I swear,
there's nothing going on.

Look for yourself.

Don't move.
Stay where you are.

Have I mentioned
it's good to have you back?

Don't worry.
The wound, you'll survive.

But a life sentence in Halawa,
that's a different story.

Life? I just repurposed
those weapons

to the good folks of Oahu
looking to protect themselves.

You sold this .22
six months ago. I want a name.

Come on, lady,
I'm shot here.

What the hell are you doing?!
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

don't worry, George, we're not
gonna let you bleed to death.

We're just gonna let it
get to the point

where the damage to your arm
is so bad,

they're gonna
have to amputate.

You can't do this!

You can't shoot at cops either,
but you did.

If I give you a name, will you
take me to the hospital?

Start talking, George.

Gerard Burns
the defense attorney?

Guy's made a lot of money
representing

some questionable people.

Doesn't make sense.
Why would

he buy a gun to kill Guy Ingram?
What's the connection?

Burns' wife.

Meet Sally Ann Burns.

But we know her better
as Sally Ann Caldwell.

The name on the other
plane ticket.

The reason we couldn't find her
is because she hasn't used

her maiden name
in over 20 years.

So Guy Ingram and Burns' wife
were gonna run away together.

Burns must've found out and
made sure that didn't happen.

All right, how do we get
to Sally Ann?

We don't.

Burns reported her missing
six months ago.

Well, it's about time.

Do you know how long I've been
sitting in this box?

We're sorry
to pull you off

the golf course,
Mr. Burns.

Although, it did look
like you were down a few strokes.

The first rule when you're
playing with clients,

Lieutenant, let 'em beat you.

It's a good way to win
friends and influence people.

Hmm.

We know you bought a gun

from George Moku
seven months ago. And we know

you used that gun
to murder Guy Ingram.

the hell
are you talking about?

We know that your wife, Sally,
was having an affair with Guy.

And now he's dead
and she's missing.

You see, we got Moku
in custody,

and he's signing
his statement right now.

So what if I buy a gun
from Mr. Moku?

That gun was stolen from my home
before my wife disappeared.

You know, our HPD crime scene
guys don't get enough credit.

They really do amazing work.

In fact, they do
such amazing work,

that they recovered dozens of
fingerprints, yes, from behind

plaster wall where
you hid Ingram's body.

So, okay, counselor,
you know how this works.

We take your fingerprints
and we compare 'em

to the ones we found
at the crime scene.

And my guess guess is that's not
gonna work out for you so well.

You know...

she said there was nothing
between the two of them.

I knew she was lying.

Where's your wife, Gerard?

She's exactly where
she should be.

What are you saying?

She wanted to spend eternity
with her lover,

so I gave her that.

Book him.

Hey, you okay?

I just wanted to come by
and say thank you.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come on.
Stop playing.

I just talked to the guy.
He says

he's gonna pull
the story.

Well, there you go.
Congratulations.

So what'd it cost you?

I just appealed
to his better angels.

And when that didn't work,
then what did you do?

I told him I'd owe him one.

Quid pro quo.

Yeah. You know,

that's gonna come around
and bite you in the ass, right?

Ah, maybe.

That's a problem
for another day, though, right?

Listen, man, I, uh,

I really appreciate you
telling me about Chicago.

Well, perhaps someday you'll
tell me why you came back home.

Yeah, someday.

Ma?
Mm...

Ma?
Yeah?

You should get up
and go to bed.

I'm watching Housewives.

Ah, I see.

Okay,

you stay here.
Thank you.

Sleep good.

Night.

Night. I love you, Daniel.

Love you, too, Mom.

Hey.

Busted.

Just to the end of this chapter,
please?

No-no-no-no-no.

Much as I like
to see you read,

it is way past
your bedtime, all right?

Give me the flashlight.

Anybody else in here?

I hope not.

Yeah, me, too.

Good? Yeah?

Hey, um...

...you remember when, uh,

when me and your mom, we sat you
down and told you

we weren't gonna be married
anymore?

I'm really sorry
I had to put you through that.

I know it was tough.

I know it was hard for you,
Daddy.

Hard for me?
No, what do you mean?

How do you know anything?
You were just a little kid.

I remember after you told me,

you went to your room,
and I could hear you crying.

You know, if you, uh,
if you got the time,

I don't know, maybe one
of those special hugs.

I could use it
right now.

Yeah, thanks.

Thank you.
Oh, thank you for that, too.

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