Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Kanalu Hope Loa - full transcript

Previously On Hawaii Five-0

Grace?

What are you doing in my house?
Who are you?

I'm Marco Reyes. Your brother
never mentioned me to you?

What is it that I can do for you?

Your brother took
something from me.

And you're gonna help me
get it back.

When your brother disappeared,

he was in possession
of a significant amount of my money.

- Okay, how much money?
- Eighteen and a half million dollars.

Well, I, unfortunately,
don't know anything about that.



I haven't spoken to my brother
in three years.

Do you really think that I'm the kind
of guy who doesn't get what he wants?

I strongly suggest that you just get
on a plane and never come back.

As soon as I get my money,
that's exactly what I'll do.

- I don't know where your money is.
- Matthew tells a very different story.

Of course people tend to say anything
when they have a gun to their head.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Marco Reyes has my brother.

- What are you talking about? Matt?
- Yeah.

How do you know?
What did he say exactly?

He said that he has him.
He put a gun to his head and then he--

I don't know what he said.
He has my brother, okay?

Did Matt tell you
where that money is?

No, he did not tell me
where the money is.



Then how do you know
Reyes wasn't bluffing, okay?

Telling you he had Matt
to get you to turn over that cash.

Okay, uh, what if he's not, huh?

Danny, your brother's been a fugitive
for three years, okay?

If that money existed,
he'd be using it to stay under the radar.

And if that's the case,

Reyes doesn't have your brother.
He'd know where the money is.

What are you talking about?
Are you trying to confuse me?

I'm angry.
Wanna make me more angry?

- What does that mean?
- Listen to me, my point is,

if Matt stole
18 and a half million dollars,

maybe Reyes is rattling your cage to
see if you know where your brother is.

And if that's the case,
I say you rattle back.

Aloha.

Aloha.

For those of you
who have just joined us,

aloha kakahiaka.

You couldn't have picked a better day
to see the enchanting beauty of Oahu.

The name Oahu means
"the gathering place."

And it certainly lives up to its name.

There's so much to see
and experience

in just under 600 square miles.

Aloha. Aloha. Aloha.

So on our right is the exquisite
Moana Surfrider Resort and Spa.

Opened in 1901,
this legendary landmark

is known as
the First Lady of Waikiki.

Aloha.

Aloha. Mahalo. Aloha.

Further down on your right,
keep your eye out

for one of the most popular sights
on Waikiki Beach,

the Duke Kahanamoku Statue.

Duke is one of the most
beloved legends in Hawaiian history.

Hollywood actor, Olympic legend
and the father of modern-day surfing.

So take a picture, leave your leis,
and rub his--

Don't move.

Pull over. I said, pull over. Now.

Donation time.

That's right. This is a gun.
It puts holes in people.

Now, if you don't wanna leave
this island in a box, you'll do as we say.

Everyone, pass your valuables
to my new friend here.

Now.

Phones, wallets, cameras,
jewelry. Get them out.

Pass everything to the aisle. Let's go,
let's go. Come on, move it, move it.

Hand it over.

Let's go. Move it. Get them out.
Pass everything to the aisle.

- You, aloha shirt gone bad.
- Just take it.

- Get up.
- Please.

Now. Wallet, cell phone.
Hand it over, come on.

Nathan! Nathan!

Nathan? Nathan?

Go. Let's go.

Nathan!

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Where's the brains?

- What are you talking about?
- Williams.

He's the brains, you're the brawn.

Okay. What does that make you?

Me? Come on, man.

I'm the pretty face.

Danny's got some personal stuff
he had to take care of.

- The Reyes thing, huh?
- Yeah.

Sounds like that cat has a problem
taking no for an answer.

He doesn't know Danny.
If this thing's real,

- Reyes is gonna wish they never met.
- Hi, guys.

- Hey.
- Hey. So we're up here.

Not exactly your picture-perfect
postcard of a tropical dream vacation.

- What do we know about our vic?
- Name is Nathan Wagner.

He's president
of a major IT security firm

specializing in encryption,
network administration

and some type of high-tech firewall

that I'm not even gonna try
to pronounce.

He was here for a tech conference.

He tried to resist and one of the perps
put a slug in his chest.

And his wife, Monica,
caught a round in the arm.

Please, just let me see my husband.

Mrs. Wagner, there's nothing
you can do for him now.

But I just want to see him
one more time.

I'm so sorry.

What about the shooters?

Three women, early 20s.

A redhead, brunette and a blond.

They were all wearing bikinis,
backpacks, sunglasses, and hats.

Oh, good.
That, uh, really narrows it down.

All right,
so as soon as they got off the bus,

they blended right into the crowd.

These girls are pulling
old-school stagecoach robberies.

It's a lot of exposure,
but they're also smart.

H.P.D. has them hitting
four tour buses in the past six months,

but they're switching it up every time.

Different outfits, different buses,
times and stops.

But they never hurt anyone.

Yeah, until now.

Kono, I want traffic-cam footage.
Get H.P.D. out there shaking the trees.

Canvass every pawn shop
on the island.

See if they're moving the stolen merch
through online sites or known fences.

Probably wouldn't hurt to compile
a list of the passengers' cell phones.

Might be able to lock on
to a GPS signal.

- That's good.
- On it.

The wife give you anything?

Good look at the shooter after her
sunglasses came off in the struggle.

After she's released,
I'll put her in front of some photos.

All right, so our vic puts up a fight
and ends up in the morgue.

I'm sure these girls weren't
expecting resistance,

but it's clear they're not gonna hesitate
to pull the trigger.

With all due respect,
I think Nathan Wagner

was a lot more than a random victim.

If you're soliciting opinions, I mean.

- Does Dr. Bergman concur?
- He's back at the ranch.

Took the training wheels off,
is letting me fly solo on this one.

- Well...
- Good for you.

Welcome to the big leagues.

All right, kid, you're up.

Well, I think your victim
was actually the target of this robbery.

During my preliminary examination,

I ran ALS over the deceased
and I discovered this.

Well, I can't imagine
the perps were carrying an ALS.

So, what makes you think
they saw it?

These UV glasses.

CSU recovered them
on the top deck of the bus.

Witnesses said they saw
one of our suspects wearing them.

All right, let's check, see if anybody
else on the bus was marked.

I already did. He's the only one.

That's impressive work, Dr. Shaw.

Mahalo, commander.

So if this guy's clothes were marked
before he got on the bus,

these girls had help.

Hm.

All right. Well, Wagner and his wife
were both staying

- at the Grand Aupuni, right?
- Yeah.

I'll contact the hotel,

put together an exact timeline
of their day before they ended up here.

This guy's a successful business man,
right?

So any property or cash
that was taken from him

could easily have been replaced.

Why put up a fight?

Not to mention,
the guy's with his wife.

Only reason I can even see him
putting her in danger

is if these girls were after something
he couldn't replace.

Whatever it was

cost him his life.

Matty.

Matty.

Matthew Williams, hey!

Gonna shoot me, Danny?

I should shoot you,
you stupid son of a bitch.

Huh? Laundering money
for drug dealers?

- What the hell's the matter with you?
- I had no choice.

You did have a choice.
You had a choice. I gave you a choice.

I said I was gonna help you.

I said I was gonna get you
through this, didn't I?

This ends one of two ways,
big brother.

You either shoot me
or you say goodbye.

I know you're supposed
to be good at your job,

but I see you everywhere I go.

- Well, it's not an accident, you know?
- You're wasting your time.

It'd be better spent going out
and getting my money.

Your money. Okay, here's the thing.
Screw you. Screw your money.

You say you got my brother?
Where is he?

Matty's gonna be fine
as long as I get what I want.

- Yeah? Huh?
- Ungh! Ah.

- Ungh
- Huh?

You know, I could press charges
for that, detective.

- Yeah?
- But that would only waste more time.

My money for your brother.

You see, here's the thing.
I don't believe you, okay?

You are bluffing.

Do you really wanna take
that chance?

Okay.
Okay, then I wanna talk to Matt.

When I get what I came here for.

Look, I fly home tonight.

You have until Monday
to bring my money to this address.

That's three days.

Okay, what happens
if I don't bring you the money?

You'll get a package
with your brother's head in it.

- Yeah?
- Ungh! Ah.

Have a nice rest of your day,
detective.

Your suspects were wearing
these wigs.

H.P.D. found them dumped
near the crime scene.

- Okay, they tell you anything?
- I was able to recover

- human hair samples from all three.
- Nice.

Your suspects are actually
two brunettes and a blond.

Okay, tell me you have a hit in CODIS
and lunch is on me.

Sorry,
their DNA wasn't in the system.

But I did find something else for you.

I've recovered a substance
from the back of our vic's shirt sleeve.

Likely transferred from the perp
to our victim during the struggle.

It contained elements of beeswax,
paraffin and pine resin.

That's surf wax.

And I think I have an idea
where our shooter catches her breaks.

I am gonna end up buying you lunch,
aren't I?

I found traces of sand
embedded in the surf wax.

It contains a higher ratio
of olivine to carbonate

than most sand on island.

And it can be found in one
particular place in great abundance.

Right off Diamond Head.

South shore.
Fong, you're a rock star.

Pick a day. Shrimp's on me.

We ran Wagner's credit cards.

There's been no activity
since before the robbery.

According to the last receipt,

he spent breakfast
at the hotel restaurant

just prior to boarding the tour bus.

If he didn't leave the hotel
before he got on that bus,

somebody must've
marked him there.

Someone at the hotel
is working with these girls.

Whoever that was,
they did recon on Nathan Wagner,

ID'd him as a whale, and marked him
before he left the hotel this morning.

You wanted a smoking gun?
Well, chew on this.

Not that one chews on a gun.

I'm kind of mixing metaphors there,
but you get the point.

Also, hi. How's it going?

Hey, Lou, give us a minute?

I got a feeling
you're gonna need more than one.

Okay. Ahem.

Jerry, this has gotta stop.

Okay. I know I said I'd back off,
but I couldn't help myself.

Curiosity got the best of me.

Okay, what you call curiosity,
the law calls stalking, Jer.

But this guy is counterfeiting money.
I'm sure of it.

Look, the shop gets regular deliveries
on Monday and Thursday.

Rare books from the mainland.

That's how he's sourcing his paper
for counterfeit bills.

- Nope, we don't know that.
- Stay with me.

Because last Friday
there was a break in the pattern.

Random delivery,
definitely not books.

So I did a little Dumpster-diving
and...

Hey, and surprise,
you found some garbage.

Not garbage, a delivery slip.

The guy is now the proud owner
of a brand-new inkjet printer

using optimized dpi.

"Dots per inch."
Trust me, it's important.

Okay, so what you're saying is,

the only thing this printer can be used
for is making counterfeit money.

Well, no, of course not.

But 60 percent of all counterfeit bills
recovered in the past year

were made on printers like this one.

- Jerry--
- Steve,

the guy's got a stockpile of old paper
and a badass printer.

All he needs is the right ink
and he's printing Benjamins.

Yeah, except H.P.D.'s got nothing
on this guy.

Thomas Farrow is clean.
His business is legit.

There's no evidence at all
of any counterfeiting.

No evidence?
What do you think you're looking at?

Nothing.

Nothing, Jerry.
You're gonna get yourself into trouble.

I see.

Listen. Listen to me.
Hey, I'm trying to protect you, all right?

Just because you wanna believe
something doesn't make it true.

I understand.

Have a wonderful afternoon,

commander.

You're joking.

Hey, don't look at me.
This is McGarrett's idea.

Ahem. I'm not wearing this.

These girls are surfers.
We know where they hang out.

The only way we find them is
if they don't see us coming.

Okay, and that falls on me?

Well, you're the surfer, ain't you?

You're the only one
who can walk on that beach

without broadcasting "cop."

Hey, listen,
we need eyes out there, okay?

Somebody on that beach must know
who these girls are,

plus, the alternative is Grover
in a Speedo.

Hey. Couple of years ago,
I could've pulled it off,

but, well, you know.

- Fine. But I pick the suit.
- Fine.

That'll be $5.

Okay, thank you very much.

Hey, what's up?

That was the Grand Aupuni
where our vic was staying.

According to the hotel manager,
Wagner was staying there alone.

- Alone?
- What about his wife?

Well...

According to this,
she died five months ago from cancer.

Then who the hell was the woman
on the bus?

Mrs. Wagner.

I'm, uh-- I'm so sorry for your loss.

How can I help you?

Um, I'm trying to make arrangements
to have my husband's body sent home.

Lieutenant Kelly told me
I should come here.

Yeah, of course. Uh...

Please, uh, have a seat.

So it turns out our Mrs. Wagner

is actually an ex-con
by the name of Vanessa Hansen.

She's worn bracelets
in multiple states.

Grand larceny, forgery, fraud,
mostly white-collar stuff.

Never did any significant time.

It's possible she's working
with our girls.

But why stick around the crime scene
pretending to be Wagner's wife?

I mean, she had to know
we'd find out who she was, right?

Why take that chance?

Yeah, McGarrett.

Dr. Shaw, slow down, slow down.
What happened?

I was not expecting to see the wife.

She came in,
I gave her a moment alone,

and after she left, I started
my examination and I found this.

Wasn't here when he was brought in.

She took his thumbprint.

That's why Vanessa Hansen
stuck around the crime scene

and pretended to be his wife.
She needed that print.

Our vic owns an IT security firm.

He's got clients
on the Fortune 500 list.

No telling what that print
will get her access to.

Okay, wait a minute.
What are the odds?

All right, Hansen targets
Nathan Wagner on that tour bus,

but before she can get
what she wants, there's a stickup.

Right. Got a better chance
of getting struck by a lightning.

Yeah, or winning the lottery.

Plus, there's no evidence she's working
with our little all-girl wild bunch.

All right,
we treat this as two separate crimes.

Good to see you, little sistah.

Hey. Howzit, Mamo?

- Long time now.
- Yeah.

You know, I sit out here every day
watching these young kids.

And not one of them, not one,
can shred those waves like you.

I was all right.
That was a long time ago, Mamo.

"All right"? You the best.

So, what brings you to my beach?

Come to show these clowns
how it's done?

Well, unfortunately,
I'm not here for the surf. I'm on the job.

I'm looking for three girls.
Late teens, early 20s.

Two brunettes and one blond.

Look around.
You got your pick out here.

Yeah, well,
they're most likely kamaaina.

Probably surf here all the time.

Swells were coming in
from the west this morning,

but the wind shifted.

Now the best breaks are coming in
from the south.

If they're true Kanaka Maoli,

that's where they'll be.

Okay.

It's good to see you, Mamo. Mahalo.

Anytime, sistah. You be careful.

Go show them how it's done, baby.

Alert's out on Vanessa Hansen.

H.P.D.'s sitting on her house now.

Believe me,
she knows we're onto her,

so I doubt she's going home.

Now, where are we
with Wagner's thumbprint?

Well, I spoke to one of the partners
at his firm.

He uses it as a biometric key.

It allows him to access files

that contain highly-sensitive
information about his clients.

Well, information like that
on blue-chip companies

would be valuable to someone
who knows how to leverage it.

You better believe it.
That's what Vanessa Hansen's after.

That's my guess. Company's notifying
its clients of a potential breach.

All right, we get any word from Kono
on our surfer girls?

Nothing yet.
H.P.D. is still running background

on any hotel employee that might
have had access to the vic's room.

Whoever marked Wagner
should lead us to our crew.

- It's D.C.
- Oh, that's for me.

I put a call in
to the Secret Service for Jerry.

- Give me a second?
- Sure.

Agent Keane,
thanks for getting back to me.

No good waves?

Surf report said it was firing out here
this morning.

Do we know you?

No, just making
friendly conversation.

Well, take your friendly conversation
someplace else.

You got a problem, sistah?

No, it's all good.

Everything's cool.

That's just some nasty bruise
you got there.

Cop.

- Where you think you're going?
- Let go of me.

That was the most fun I had
on a board in a long time.

Don't look at me like that.

I just did you a huge favor.

The first one in gets the deal.

All you have to do
is tell me who your friends are

and where I can find them.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah.

You're gonna need one.

Because we found the wigs
that you dumped after the robbery.

And there's still strands
of your hair inside.

So when I compare your DNA
to that hair sample,

we both know
you're going down for this.

Lea, Lea.

I know exactly who you are.

You never finished high school.

You'd rather chase the waves
than get a real job,

so you knock off some unsuspecting
haoles to make ends meet.

Is this the part where you tell me
you used to be like me?

That we're not all that different?

No. This is the part where I tell you

I know your cousin works as a bellhop
at the Grand Aupuni.

The same hotel

where the man you and your friends
murdered was staying.

Because that's how
you've been doing this.

He picks out the big fish,

lets you know
when they book a bus tour.

He gets into their room,
marks their clothes,

- and you and your friends do the rest.
- Hey! Five-0!

- Watch out.
- Hey.

Move.

Didn't your mother tell you
to look both ways?

Come on. Let's go to jail.

It's over, Lea.

This is the most important decision
of your life.

If you ever wanna
surf a break again,

tell me where your friends are.

Go to hell.

Hey.

You got a sec?

- Not getting anywhere.
- Doesn't matter. We don't need her.

The cousin just flipped on
the other two girls.

- We got an address.
- Let's go.

Five-0. Freeze.

Steve, I got movement.

Vanessa Hansen. Freeze.

Go, go, go.

No, Vanessa Hansen
didn't just stop by for a friendly visit.

She was looking for something.

Well, gotta be something
them girls took off Nathan Wagner.

Wallet.

Maybe his phone.

Wait.

His phone.

She needed his thumbprint
to access his phone.

Whatever's on that thing,
Hansen's willing to kill for it.

And she's not gonna stop
until she gets it.

We find those girls,
we find Vanessa Hansen.

All right.

- When was this caught?
- This morning.

Any fresher,
you'd be eating it underwater.

Are you sure about that?

Choose your next words carefully,
bruddah.

It's okay. I'm not hungry anyway.

I'm here for a favor.

You are a Five-0.

What's going on, man?

There's a, uh,
vintage bookshop in town

that's a cover
for a counterfeiting operation.

That's no joke.

My cousin Bobo used a home printer
and bleach to turn fives into 50.

Now he's doing 20 up in Halawa.

Let me guess.
He forgot to change Lincoln to Grant.

You tell McGarrett about this?

Of course, but he's convinced
there's nothing going on in there.

Which is why
I need some hard evidence.

I don't read. I'm more of a visual guy.

It's not for you. It's my way to get ears
inside the operation.

There's a listening device
implanted in the spine.

I just need someone to walk
into that store and sell it for me.

How do you know they're even
gonna wanna buy this thing?

It's not even in English.

It's Latin, it's rare.
It's worth a grand, easy.

So if you let it go
for a couple hundred bucks,

they're not gonna say no.

- You got legs.
- I can't do it. I'm too close to this thing.

I need an op
with undercover experience.

Chin told me you helped Five-0
with a situation a few years back.

Yeah, and I almost ended up
worm food.

So with all due respect
to my existence,

my various thriving enterprises,

I'm gonna have to pass. Sorry, brah.

Wait, wait, wait. Just hear me out.

Have you ever been sure
of something?

Something you knew to be true,
but no one believed you?

Starting my own business.

Going legit.

You should've seen the looks
that I got.

And I'm not just talking
about my friends.

Now I got a truck,

a shave ice stand, helicopter,

and a few other tricks up my sleeve.

There, you see?

I mean, at least you had a chance
to prove everyone wrong.

My dad was a brilliant engineer.

All he ever wanted to do
was build things better.

When the company he was
working for started to take shortcuts

and put people at risk,
he went to his boss.

Nothing happened.

Two months later,
he went to the division supervisor.

Same response. Silence.

Four months later, he went
to the president of the company.

And two days after that,
they promoted him.

They paid him to shut up.

My father lived the rest of his life

with the regret
of not having done the right thing.

I watched how it ate away at him,

how weak it made him feel.

Compromising his integrity
instead of doing what was right.

I love my father,
but that's not gonna be me.

I'm not gonna shut up
and I'm not gonna walk away from this.

I'm in.

I'm gonna do this.

Thank you.

I don't think you understand.

If those people find Keilani and Alana
before we do, they're as good as dead.

Okay, look.
You stole a cell phone from the guy

who was killed on the bus
this morning, all right?

Some very dangerous people
are trying to find it.

Is that right?

Lea,

you recognize this place?

That guy was tearing apart your house.

And he wasn't the type
to surrender, okay?

Now, if your two friends had
have shown up instead of us,

it would've been them in that photo.

These people will not hesitate to kill
to get what they're after,

so if you know where your friends are,
you need to tell us.

Keilani's tutu has a house
up in Waimanalo.

We always said if things went bad,
that's where we'd go.

Would you please sit down?

You're stressing me out.

Pardon me for being human.

I killed a guy today.

It was his idea to play hero.

It was either him or you.

It doesn't matter. Dead is dead.

And the cops know who we are,
so, yeah, I'm a little stressed.

- We're gonna be fine.
- They got Lea!

Relax. She's not gonna tell
the cops anything.

Sit down.

I said, sit down.

Good. Now that I have your attention,
I want the stuff you stole this morning.

Where's the rest of it, huh?

I don't know.

- Gun, second story.
- Got it.

Stay down.

- Take another step and she dies.
- Ungh.

From the looks of that wound,
she's already got one foot in the grave.

The way she's leaking blood,
I give her ten minutes before it's both.

I will put a bullet in her head
right now.

Go ahead.

We don't give a damn
about her or you.

I'll tell you what.

When she's done bleeding out,

why don't you come out front
and we'll talk, all right?

I got her.

I'm going inside.

Central,
this is Captain Grover, Five-0.

I got a GSW victim,
heavy bleeder, conscious.

I need a medevac. Put a rush on it.

So it turns out that
one of Nathan Wagner's clients

was Union Liberty Bank.

He managed the data transfer codes,
which he kept stored on his phone.

What? Well, that doesn't seem like
a very savvy way

to secure valuable information,
especially for a tech guy.

This wasn't just any phone.

It was equipped
with a state-of-the-art firewall

that made it resistant to hacking.

The only way in was his thumbprint.

Vanessa Hansen was gonna use those
codes to drain millions from the bank.

Well, that would explain
why Wagner put up a fight.

So she said she followed him
from the hotel to the bus,

put a gun in his side, said,
"We're gonna get off in a few stops,"

where there was a car waiting
with a laptop inside

to do a wire transfer
to an offshore account.

Yup.

Those girls had no idea
what they were walking into

when they got on to that bus.

All right, ladies, let's go.

For them,
life, as they knew it, was simple.

It was waking up every day
with a desire to catch a better wave

than the day before.

The adrenaline you feel
paddling out,

knowing that at any time
you could get the ride of your life.

And then there's the rush
of walking on water.

Only gods do that.

Everything they did
was to preserve that life.

To surf is to get up every day

with the desire to battle something
greater than yourself.

And those girls just wanted
to ride that wave

as long as they could.

And now their endless summer
is over.

Hey. Come in.

Heard you solved the case.

Kudos.

Yeah. Thanks, man. Thanks
for coming by too. Look, I, um...

I felt bad about the way we left things
this morning, so I called in a favor.

I had my friend at Secret Service
run Thomas Farrow

through their counterfeiting unit.

I'm sorry, but, uh, he's clean, Jerry.

Well, I guess no one's right
100 percent of the time.

You bet.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

Do you think I'm a crackpot?

No. Absolutely not.

You've been right
about so many things.

The Medici rings, the Black Unicorn,
my champ box.

Yeah, well,
not that I'm keeping score or anything.

Yeah, but we are, Jerry.

You've become an incredible asset
to this team.

I don't want you getting in trouble over
something stupid like this. You know?

You're ohana now.

Bring it in, man. Come on.

Thanks for this, McGruff.

Glad I could put your mind at ease.

It's on.

Good evening, sir.

Can I help you with something?

My uncle passed away recently.

I found this in his attic.

Looks like
it might be worth something.

Ah.

Lecanto's Doctrinam de Homine,
originally published in 1590.

This looks to be
an early 17th-century edition

with, uh, quarter vellum
and speckled paper sides.

Well, your uncle had
most excellent taste.

Thanks.
Now, how much for the book?

Well, it's certainly a strong copy
with a very pleasing provenance.

Um...

May I handle it?

Absolutely.

Just be careful with it, brah.

I certainly will.

All those provinces good, brah?

Most impressive.

Well, then. Um...

I am prepared to offer you

$300.

I'm prepared to accept
no less than 4.

You drive rather a hard bargain, sir.

But you have yourself a deal.

- Cheers.
- Mahalo, brother.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I tried calling you before.
You didn't pick up.

What happened with Reyes?

He gave me till Monday
to get him his money.

And, Steve,
I do not think that he's lying.

I think that, uh...

I think he has Matt.

Okay.

Then I vote we go to Colombia
and get him back.

No. No. That we can't do, all right?

This guy Reyes,
if he's the type of guy I think he is,

he's gonna have an army
around him.

We go down there and Matt's dead
before we get in the front door.

But, uh, I think I may have
another way of getting Matt back.

How's that?

How? Uh, I pay him his money.

You mean the money
that doesn't exist?

You say it doesn't exist.
I'm starting to think maybe it does.

In fact, I'm thinking it's right here
on this island.

Now, what are you talking about?

Stick with me here for a second.

Three years ago,
Matt gets on that plane. Okay?

Not a single piece of luggage.

But he's supposed
to have $18 and a half million.

If that's the case,
then it's here on the island, correct?

Okay. So say he did, so what?
How you supposed to find it?

About a month after he disappeared,
he sent me a postcard, Matt.

Yeah? Did it mention the money?

He didn't mention the money.
Just wrote "Wish you were here."

It's a picture of this remote area
on Oahu.

"Wish you were here"
with a rock formation and a couple of--

Couple of palm trees.

Hold on, I'm gonna take a picture.
Hold on.

- You get it?
- "Wish you were here."

So at first, I'm just angry, right?
This is all he's gotta say

after everything that happened?
"I wish you were here"? That's all?

I was confused.
I don't understand why he sent it.

Then I looked at it again today.

It started to make
a little bit more sense.

Maybe he was sending me
the postcard

to tell me where the location
of the money is.

- Danny.
- I know, I know, I know.

I'm crazy, right?

But I think, literally,
that the money could be directly

- at the spot on the postcard.
- Okay, so wait a minute.

You think this whole postcard
is some kind of a--?

Is a treasure map, yes. Uh...

I know. Go ahead, say it. I'm crazy.

- No, I'm not gonna do that.
- I appreciate that.

Hey, Danny, listen to me.
I know where this place is.

I can be there in less than two hours
to help you dig it up.

No, no, no, don't worry about it.

Listen, I'm already here
and it might be nothing, all right?

Well, if you find something,
give me a call.

All right, you got it.