Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 7, Episode 6 - Ka hale ho 'okauweli - full transcript

Good afternoon, ma'am.

We've received a number
of noise complaints

regarding this address.

Is everything okay?

Your husband home?

Ma'am,

please step aside.

We're going to have to come in.

Ma'am, we won't ask you again.

Open the door
and step aside now.

Go away. Go away.



Please go away.

Go away.

Hey.

You okay?

You need to leave.

You're going to make them angry.

Who?

What the hell was that?

What's she saying?

She says this place is...

haunted.

Get her out of here! Now!

Please stop.
Don't hurt him.

Please don't.



Please don't
hurt him.

All right. Well,
I'm gonna go ahead and say

that none of that
actually happened.

I will have you know
that my old man

got the story directly
from the desk sergeant

who was working
that night.

And it was in the papers
the next day, so...

It was
in the papers in 1940.

Then it must be true.
Right?

Yeah. I see what you're trying
to do, and it's not...

it's not gonna work.
What am I trying to do?

Well, we are,
walking up

to this spooky house.
It's Halloween.

And, you are telling me
this ghost story

that you probably stole
from Tales from the Crypt

or Haunted Lives
or something like that.

And it is your attempt,
your weak attempt, to try and frighten me,

which... It's not gonna work,
'cause I don't frighten easily.

Hey, I'm just telling you
the story, all right?

Hey! Max!

Max! Back in
the building. What's up, babe?

How was the sabbatical, buddy?
Well,

not to oversell it--
it was, without a doubt,

the single greatest experience
of my lifetime.

Working with the Twa
people in Burundi,

it forever altered
my perspective on my career,

my role in the world,
and what it means to be human.

Well, that's fantastic.
That's awesome.

And I like... You got
the beard. It looks nice.

I love it! Nice new style.
Look at the long hair.

Actually, this facial hair
is part of my Halloween costume.

I'm playing the titular
character of the film John Wick,

which is my latest tribute
to the film legacy of...

Keanu Reeves.
I've seen this one,

and I-I like the attention
to detail, with the wedding ring

and everything.
You are correct in noting

that this wedding ring was worn
by the character John Wick

even after the untimely passing
of his wife.

However, I'm wearing it
because I married Sabrina.

Excuse me?
Way to bury the lead, Max.

Mazel tov, buddy.
That's...that's fantastic.

Congratulations, Max.
That's awesome.

Hey, Chin, guess what.
Max and Sabrina tied the knot.

What? That's great news!

Hey. Ho'omaika'i 'Ana, Max.

Mahalo.

I want to hear
all about it.

Right now we got work to do.

Body's this way.

64 years old. And
before she retired,

she made a name for
herself as a TV medium.

Of course. I remember
all the late-night ads

for her psychic hotline.
I guess it makes sense

that someone like her
would choose to live in a house

with this kind
of a history?

What history?

1940 haunting.
Everybody on the island knows

about the well-documented
paranormal incident.

Everybody except for
Detective Williams.

Let's just stick to reality,
like what actually happened

on Earth in this house tonight.

We're still trying
to make sense

of the scene, but, so far,
it looks like a home invasion.

Now, our victim called 911
early in the evening

to report an intruder.

But by the time HPD got here,
she was already dead.

And the weird part is,
the alarm was still armed

and there's no signs
of forced entry.

Okay, well, do we have
any idea how the intruder got in

and out of the house?
Dispatch just sent me

a recording of
the 911 call.

You got to hear this.

911, what's
your location and emergency?

It's back.

It's in my house.

Ma'am,
are you saying there's someone

inside your home?
Yes.

Yes. Yes, it's...

it's come for me. It's come.

Okay, I need you
to get to a safe place

and lock the door.
My God!

“It's back,”

Yeah. If I got an
intruder in my house,

I'm saying “he” or “she”"
I'm not calling it “it”"

This is peculiar.
What is it, Max?

Well, well, this is just

my preliminary observation. I
would have to do a full autopsy

in order to give a
definitive analysis.

To me, it seems that she died

of a sudden and catastrophic
cardiac arrest.

So nobody laid a finger on her?
No.

I-In fact, based
on the disturbing phone call

and the fact that her pupils
are dilated, I would say

that C.O.D. was the result of
overwhelming emotional stress.

Max, what are you saying,
exactly?

Well, what I'm trying to say
is that,

whatever it is that she saw,

it literally scared her
to death.

It's bad enough
I'm grounded on Halloween.

Why do I need a babysitter?
I'm 14.

Okay, listen to me,
if you will recall,

last year, you deliberately,
deliberately

disobeyed your parents and
you snuck off to a party, okay?

So, this year you,

you serve your sentence.

The babysitter's just there

to make sure you do your time,
okay?

So, I'm under house arrest?

No, you're not
under house arrest.

You are free to go
trick-or-treating

with your little brother.

This is cruel
and unusual punishment.

Well, don't do the crime
if you can't do the time.

All right?

Doorbell. Sounds like
the babysitter's there.

I love you. I got to go. Okay?

Have fun.

Can you help me?

I seem to have lost my head.

Charlie, Jerry's here!

That's right.

And I got big plans for us.

We're gonna make
Halloween cookies,

carve pumpkins and, of course,
go trick-or-treating.

That all sounds so thrilling.

I know, right?

Right.

Sarcasm.

I get it.

Great start, dude.

Nikki...

how long have you been
Ms. Webb's assistant?

About, two years now.

At first she just wanted me
to organize her personal affairs

and... and manage her schedule,
but... recently, it became

all about keeping her company.

She'd grown terrified
of being alone in the house.

What,
what was she scared of?

Okay, this is
gonna sound crazy...

but, um...

over the past month or so,

Marjorie had become convinced
that she was being haunted.

Okay.

By a ghost, naturally.

I know.

I didn't believe
it, either,

but then I started to see
and hear things myself.

What kind of things?

Weird noises.

Items disappearing

then turning up somewhere else.

And a few times I heard
footsteps when I knew

there was no one home but me.

Footsteps.

If it had been one or
two isolated incidents

I would have just
dismissed it, but...

it kept happening.

Trust me, there is something
very wrong with this house.

Okay.

All right, well,
listen,

thank you very for your time.

- Thank you.
- Guys.

Let's take a look at this.

Our Vic upgraded her security
over the past two weeks

and had a 16-channel
camera system installed.

Which is great for us
'cause, trust me,

you need to see this

to believe it.
Hold on.

I'm gonna cue this up
to the 911 call.

Okay.

It's come for me.

It's come.

My God!

Pretty great we get
to spend this time together,

Uncle D?

Absolutely.

This place...

I've heard some crazy
rumors about this place.

You mean it's haunted?

It's true, it is.

Wait, what?

I'm just kidding.
Come on.

Not cool, dude.

What's eating him?

Nothing.
He's, he scares easily.

Yeah, who's to blame for that?

What's the matter, Eric?

Did your Uncle Danny
do something terrible to you?

No, not really...

just psychologically
scarred me for life is all.

He has that effect
on some people.

Halloween, 1995.

I was ten.

It was the first
time I was able

to trick-or-treat
without my parents.

So, me and some friends

decided to dress up
as Power Rangers,

which was already
embarrassing enough

'cause I drew the short straw,
had to go as the pink one.

It was all hunky-dory

until we were
a few houses in,

we notice we were
being followed

by these creeps
with masks.

So, we run, they chase us.

It ends up with me getting
separated by my fellow Rangers,

surrounded by a bunch of maniacs
with knives and hatchets.

So, I'm guessing
your Uncle Danny was,

one of seven maniacs?

That was pretty great.

You should have seen him;
he lost his mind.

I also lost control
of my bladder.

Took me till high school to
shake the name Pee Pee Russo.

You say I'm sadistic.
You're sick.

It was not that bad, okay?

A tougher kid might not have
wet his unitard.

His pink unitard.

Eric? Eric?
Hey, listen...

I need you to tear
this place apart,

find out how our perp got in and
out without tripping the alarms.

All right, I can do it.
I'm on it.

All right.

Hey, you guys,

sticking around, right?

Yeah, no one wants you
to have another accident.

Don't pay no attention to him,
Pee Pee.

Ha! You guys...

All right, let's, let's put
aside the “how” for a minute,

and-and focus on the why
would somebody

want Marjorie Webb dead?

Well, start off with,
she's a con artist,

she's telling people
she got psychic powers,

hustling folks out of
their hard-earned money.

I would say the suspect pool
is very broad.

I'll dig into her financials,

maybe I can compile a list.

I just dumped Marjorie's phone.

Over the past couple of weeks,

she made over 40 calls
to the same number.

Ghostbusters?

Close. Local priest.

This just keeps gettin' better.

Okay, you're not even
gonna ask?

You said it was
a surprise, so, no.

I don't get you.

See, if it was me,
I'd at least be

a little bit curious about
where we were going.

Then there'd be some questions,
some light interrogation.

Kono, I spent the last ten
months in nine by 12 cell

with a lifer named Nugget, so...

when my wife tells me she's
taking me on a weekend getaway,

I don't ask questions.

You never told me about Nugget.

Yeah, it's not something
I'm ready to talk about.

I'm just kidding.

He's actually a really
interesting guy.

Adam!

You okay?

My God,
thank you!

What happened?

Back there, we had an accident.

My friend, she's still
in the car.

I tried calling 911
but my phone won't work.

Okay, how far?

I don't know.

About half a mile.

All right, get in.

It's this way.

No... no!
No, no, no, no, no.

Your friend, you said she was
conscious when you left her?

I think so, but...

but she was pinned
against the wheel.

How the hell did she get out?

It's blood.

Hurry! She couldn't
have gone far.

You're telling me, buddy?
I gotta live with her.

She turned 14, and all of
a sudden she's bipolar.

Moods all over the place.
It's nuts.

On the phone all the time,
texting all the time,

I don't know.

Have you considered maybe she's
got a boyfriend?

No. I had not considered
that, Jerry,

but now that's all I'll be
thinking about, so thank you.

Anyway, I haven't given up
on her yet.

If anyone can put Grace

in the Halloween spirit,
it's good old Uncle Jer.

Hi, Danno!

Hey, buddy. Is that, is that
a knife in his hand, Jerry?

We're carving pumpkins.

Well, to be honest,
I'm doing the carving.

His is made of rubber.

Jerry, don't maim my children,
okay?

Do my best!

Hey, Cortana!

Play my pumpkin carving mix.

Great.

What are you yelling about?

Look!

Yo...

I must be some kind
of criminal mastermind

to get pulled out of lockup

for a sit-down
with Five-O.

Yeah, relax, Godfather.

We're not interested in
the little misdemeanor

possession charge
you got pinched on.

We are, however, very interested
in how a low-rent junkie like

yourself ends up with a $5,000
check from Marjorie Webb.

You recognize that name,
there, genius?

“Nathan Betts.”

See, that's you.

She make this check out
on the 27th.

You went to a check cashing spot
on the 28th and cashed it.

I'm sure your dealer had your
money in his hand before lunch.

Yeah, yeah.
You're right about that.

What'd she pay you for, Nathan?

Let's just say, um, I did some
landscaping work for her.

Let's just say...

you're gonna need to
elaborate on that.

And you're gonna have
to incentivize me

if you want me to talk.

Incentivize you? Okay!

Well, how's this:
you cooperate, and we'll

take you back to
county lockup to be arraigned.

Don't, and I'll personally make
a call to the U.S. Attorney

to make sure you end up
in a supermax

for a very extended vacation.

How's that for a deal?

Supermax.

All right. Fair enough.

About a week ago, this,
this Marjorie woman

approaches me on the street and
asks me if I want some work.

Being the enterprising young man
that I am, I say sure.

What was the job?

Well, that's where it gets
a little freaky.

You see, she hired me to break
into a cemetery

and dig up a grave.

Whose grave?

Some guy named Eli Jones.

Hold on, so you're saying

that the body wasn't in there?

That's right.

And that's not even
the weirdest part of it all.

Go on.

See, if I tell you...

you ain't gonna believe me.

Well, apparently, Betts wasn't
hallucinating after all.

Dana?
Dana!

Dana?

Dana?

I don't get it, why would she
come out this way?

She could be disoriented
from the crash.

Dana!

Dana!

Still more blood.

Dana?

Over there.

Dana?

Dana?

Dana?

On your knees!
Hands in the air!

Wait. I... I can hear him.

Mom? Dad?

He's still here.

Your son Eli is still alive.

That's amazing!
Isn't that amazing, everyone?

Can you tell us anything else,
Marjorie?

Yes....

New Orleans.
It-- It's so clear.

He was there.
Just a few days ago.

So, after this consultation
with Marjorie, the Jones family

spent a fortune trying to find

their son Eli.
Disgusting.

They hired a private detective,
they even moved

to New Orleans for six months

to try and find him.

But two years and tens of
thousands of dollars later,

they learned that he was
already dead.

In fact, he died within 48 hours
of first being reported missing.

I guess Marjorie's
psychic powers

were on the fritz that day.

Her reputation took
a pretty big hit after that.

Soon after, she retired.

I mean, what she put
that family through...

you got to think, man,
they had motive.

Yeah, they do.

Except right after
they found out,

the whole family
moved to Canada.

I think we can
rule them out as suspects.

Yeah, makes sense.

Who's gonna exhume their own son
for a revenge play?

So we're back to square one.

Meaning our prime
suspect is still a ghost.

All right, Danny just hit me.

He wants us to meet him
at the house.

Okay.

Hello?

Danny?

That's weird.

Hell no.

Yeah, okay, Danny,
you can come now out now.

How'd you know it was me?

It was a stab in the dark.

Which is what you're gonna get
if you don't get out here

right now, how about that?
All right, hold on, watch this.

Eric, hit them with
the picture frame.

You know you're
destroying evidence, right?

Where are you?

I'm right here, relax.

Come on, I got to
show you something.

You spooked me, man.

Look how cool it is.

Great job, kiddo, it
looks just like you.

You might want to start
your pumpkin, Charlie and I

are almost done.

I'll pass.

Well, Charlie, my man, if
you thought that recreating

the Williams
family in squash plants

was the highlight
of your night,

think again, 'cause now
it's time for the main event.

We're talking ninja-level
T.O.T., Uncle Jerry style.

What's “T.O.T.?”

Trick-or-treating.

But wandering around aimlessly
with a bucket in your hand

is for half-assers.

Which is why we're
gonna hack Halloween.

First, we target all the houses
with the most decorations.

They always have
the top-shelf candy.

And second--

and this is gonna seem
counterintuitive-- we go late,

when they're looking to dump
the booty they got left over.

Capisce?

Great.

Sounds pretty lame to me.
Yeah, you know what's lame?

This texting people
who aren't in the room,

when you could be spending
time with your brother who is.

Sorry, did you say something?

You know what, Grace?
I'm tired of your attitude.

Why don't you put
down that phone and...

My God!

You should see
your face right now.

Seriously?

We found

hidden speakers in the wall,
blood packets in the faucets,

stage wire on the door
and bookcases,

all hooked up to
remote control triggers.

Check this out,
this is the attic,

where there's definitely
enough room

for someone to camp out
for a couple few days.

That would explain
the sleeping bag.

Okay, so, somebody rigs up
this entire house,

and then camps out in the attic
for days on end.

That seems like a lot of
trouble to go through

to, convince an old woman
that she's being haunted, no?

This guy was good, I mean,
he knew the blind spots

in the security system,
which points of entry

were unprotected.

Good news is we did recover
fingerprints and DNA.

Hopefully we'll get a hit soon.

Lab finished processing
Marjorie's phone--

there was spyware on it.

Somebody was listening in?

Yeah, IP address
was traced back

to a Charles Michael Triblaine.

Better known by his stage name,

“Triblaine the Great.”

And what makes Triblaine
so great?

Let's find out.

Now, watch, as I'm about
to take a bite

out of this quarter?

But wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

No one leaves here...

...shortchanged.

Thank you.

- Okay.
- Thank you!

That was pretty great.

A guy like that's
definitely got

the skills to rig up
a haunted house.

Yes, he does.

What are they gonna do to us?

I'm sorry to hear

that Marjorie is dead,

but why do you think
I killed her?

Well, we did our homework.

We know about
your beef with Marjorie.

We also know that you spent the
better part of the last decade

trying to destroy her career.

In fact, you were
so obsessed with making sure

the whole world knew
she was a fraud, in 2008,

you offered her a half-a-million
dollars if she could

prove her psychic abilities in
a controlled setting on live TV.

Is that not correct?

I personally would've liked
to have seen that,

but, unfortunately for you,
she retired,

and you lost your chance
to expose her.

Right, and that right there,

that's... that's kind of
what we call motive.

Yeah.

No to mention,
that place, that house

it was tricked out
like a Vegas magic show,

and you had the expertise

to do that.

Despite what you may think,

magicians are the most honest
people in the world.

We tell you that we're gonna
deceive you, and then we do,

for entertainment.

But people like Marjorie Webb,

con men, psychics,
spoon benders, faith healers,

they're dangerous

because they convince
their audiences what--

that what they do is real.

That they have special powers.

I have spent my life

in pursuit of the truth.

And the truth is

that Marjorie Webb
was a wicked fraud

who brought misery
to dozens of people

by giving them hope
where there wasn't any!

So, yes,

I resented that she didn't
receive the public exposure

and comeuppance
that she deserved.

But...

I wanted justice,
I didn't want her dead.

Okay.

You do understand that we
can't just eliminate you

from this investigation
just 'cause you-you said

you didn't do it, right?

We're gonna need alibis
for certain key dates.

It's gonna be a process,
you get that, right?

Of course, um...

Possibly, though,
I could also...

give help in...

catching the real murderer?

- Help us?
- Yeah?

How you-how you gonna do that?

Your suspect pool
is much bigger

than you can imagine.

There were the public cases,
but Marjorie was also involved

in dozens of private
consultations over the years.

I have extensive
records detailing

all the damage
that she has done,

which I'm happy to share
with you, free of charge.

But y-you should also
know, though, that there's only

a couple of places on the island

where you can get
some of the...

items in the spook house
that you described.

Happy to point you
in the right direction.

All right.

Looks like I got the size right.

Also, I packed you
a backup bucket.

That way you'll have an
extra one for the overflow.

All right, Grace, it's go time,
let's do this.

Let me guess.

You're going as
yourself a year from now?

I like it, very meta.

But I think you'll score more
candy if you wear your costume.

I'm not coming.

What?
Why not?

It's bad enough that I'm missing
an epic Halloween party

with my friends.

There's no way I'm dressing up
in some stupid costume,

begging for candy.

Give me a sec, buddy.

Do you know why I
love Halloween so much?

The chocolate?

Just a guess.

It's because it's the
one night of the year

when you can dress up,

and act like a kid,
and no one judges you.

Don't be in such
a hurry to grow up.

There'll be plenty of time for
parties, but how many chances

are you gonna get to
go trick-or-treating

with that little guy over there?

Come on, sis.

Sorry,

I just can't take you
seriously in that costume.

So you're coming?

Still no.

What about Grace?

Sorry, kiddo.

She's not coming.

But we're still
gonna have a great time.

Boys' night?

That's right.

What's so funny?

I'm starting to think
trouble follows you around,

Mrs. Noshimuri.

Really?

I'm just saying, you know,

nothing like this ever happened
to me before I met you.

I think I could say
the same thing about you.

On the plus side,
it's never boring.

Never.

Turtle Bay.

That's where you were taking me?

Yeah, I think
I would've preferred that.

My God.

Adam.

Please, tell me you meant
the whole thing

with the axe and the chain.

Just say yes.

Okay.

Okay.
Okay.

Let's go.

What's up?

Triblaine's alibi
checks out.

He was in Europe

for the past six months
doing performances.

Yeah, well, that would be
one hell of a magic trick

if he pulled all this off
from a different country.

Yeah, we do have a lead
on another suspect.

I was able to trace
several of the items

recovered from the attic

back to a magic store
here on the island.

According to the owner,
the purchases were made

by a local guy named Ian Miller.

Okay. Let's bring him in.
Well, unfortunately,

that won't be possible.

HPD discovered the body after
responding to a noise complaint.

COD was a stab wound
by stiletto blade

to the posterior

neck area.

Liver temperature
puts the time of death

at roughly two hours ago.

Okay...

this guy...

spooks Marjorie Webb to death

and then goes back
to his own house

where, a few short
hours later,

he's murdered?

Now this is one
hell of a coincidence

or somebody else knew

about Marjorie's death
and wanted to make sure

Ian Miller kept his mouth shut.
Right?

An accomplice.

Makes sense with all the...

haunted house trickery
that there was two of them.

Well, I may have
an answer to that.

I found foreign DNA
in the form of a hair

on Miller's body.
I ran it through the system

and got a hit
in a most unexpected place.

The DNA profile
was in the archives

of old missing persons' cases.

Julie Hillman.

She was registered as missing
by her family in May 2010...

but reported alive and well

some four months later.

Wait a minute, we know her.

Nikki Pressman.

Marjorie's assistant.

This way.

Get them back.

Hi, I'm with Five-O.

I need to use your phone.

It's an emergency.

Of course.

Right this way.

Everything all right?

Will be, as soon as

we get the
police out here.

It's in the kitchen.

Thank you.

There's no phone.

Ain't no help coming for you.

It's Bobby.

I got them.

My place.

Yeah.

See you soon.

Nice to meet you, Bobby.

Hey.

I'm gonna call HPD.

So, in May of 2010, you,

Julie Hillman,
disappeared.

Your parents, they
went to the police.

They couldn't get
any answers and so,

out of desperation,
they called Marjorie Webb.

I guess I can
understand that.

I would've wanted
answers myself.

Any parent who loses a child
wants answers.

They want to find their kid,
all right?

But Marjorie Webb lied
to your parents, didn't she?

She told your parents
that you were dead.

They were never gonna
see you again.

Now armed
with that knowledge,

your father went home
and he realized

he couldn't live with that,
so he killed himself.

You know, the saddest part
about this story for me

is that you were a kid.

You ran away from home.

Kids run away from home.

But as soon as you found out
the effect that had on your dad,

you went back home

and you started
plotting your revenge.

Most people would've wanted
her dead right away.

I wanted her to suffer
the way my family suffered.

The way I suffered.

The way all those other people
she hurt suffered.

I wanted her to spend
the rest of her days

staring at a wall
in a mental institution,

mumbling to herself
about ghosts.

Believe what you want,

but the plan was
never to kill her.

But you did.

You killed her. Okay?

And then what happened?

You and your partner,
Ian Miller,

you're-you're looking
at a manslaughter charge

you never anticipated.

What happened after that?

Ian must've panicked.

Did he threaten
to go to the cops?

I never meant
for any of this to happen!

But, you see, it happened.

Y-You stabbed a man in the back
of the neck and you killed him.

Now you're looking
at a straight-up murder rap,

on top of the manslaughter
charge.

You know what?

We don't even need a confession.

We got her DNA.

Come on.

Hey, hey, Danny, hold...
just give me a second.

I lost my old man, too.

And there's not a day that
goes by I don't think about him,

so I understand
how this must haunt you,

knowing that your running away

affected your dad
the way it did

and if you'd have just
gone home, just gone home...

your dad would probably
still be alive right now.

I can see how blaming
Marjorie was easier.

What's going on?

It's Kono.

I can't find the keys.

Okay.

We have
a tactical advantage here.

So, we hold them off.

Wait until HPD arrives.

Thing is, this
is the only gun

and we only have
three shells left.

All right,
we'll have to improvise.

They're coming!

Dana.

You got to take this, okay?

Anyone comes
through that window...

okay?

Bobby, open up!

Bobby, open the door.

I'm out.

Kono.

Okay, fall back, down the hall.

Come on, come on, come on.

I got you, I got you.

In here.

Okay, bathroom, come on.

I'm out.

I got two left.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Just...
just a few cuts and bruises,

a little
psychological trauma...

but I'll be fine.

Lou, you find anything?

Plenty.

HPD searched
the entire compound.

They found two shallow graves
with human remains.

Also found a cache
of video tapes

dating back three years.

It was you two stumbled
upon some kind of death cult.

These psychos had a thing
for making their own

horror movies
every Halloween.

Trick or treat.

Mahalo.

Gracie, you came.

How'd you guys do?

Not so good.

Come on, Charlie.

I know a house up the street

that's always stocked.

My work here is done.

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