05x16 - Nanahu (Embers)

[bunniefuu]

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(alarm beeping)

What is that?

That's the smoke alarm.

What?

Come on, come on!

We gotta get out of here.

Come on.

(coughing)

Come on!

(coughing)

Let's go.

We gotta get out of here!

What's wrong?!

I don't know.

It won't open!

(frantic shouting)

Come on!

It won't open!

(frantic shouting)

(screaming)

Come on!

Open the door! Help us!

Help us! Help us!

Come on!

Help us!

(frantic shouting continues)

(pounding on door)

(Hawaii Five-O theme song plays)

♪ Hawaii Five-O 5x16 ♪
Nanahu
(Embers)

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Excuse me, um... I know that this sounds like a lame pickup line, but I know you from somewhere, don't I?

(chuckles): Uh, actually, it is lame and yeah, I think...

I think we used to date.

You and I?

Yeah.

It's crazy, I mean, I-I...

I juggle so many women on a regular basis that I...

I can't keep track.

Oh, right.

Well, maybe this'll jog your memory.

(laughs gently)

Hi.

Hi.

I've really missed you.

I missed you, too.

(sighs)

And I'm sorry that I've, uh, I've been distant, you know.

I apologize.

Oh, hey, I-I get it.

I want you to know, I'm not going anywhere.

Uh-huh.

Well, I-I say that you are going somewhere, um, with me.

I'll show you.

What do you think?

Wow.

Nice, right?

That's beautiful.

Where is it?

That is, uh, out near Waimanalo.

Um, a friend of a friend's place.

We got it for the weekend, so...

This weekend?

This weekend.

Oh, Danny, I've got work.

No, no, no, you don't got work.

I called your boss early this morning, and, um, I got you covered.

So, no work and that, that is it for these phones.

No more phones, no distractions.

Just you and me.

All right.

(laughs): Um...

Should I pack a bag or did you do that for me?

I didn't do that.

I didn't do that.

But I was thinking maybe that clothes could be optional for this weekend, if that's okay with you.

Huh.

Huh?

Yeah, I think, uh, I think that might work.

Yeah?

Yeah.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

(Grover sighs)

(water splashes)

Brother, you're playing what we like to call m*llitary golf.

Left, right, left, right...

What am I doing wrong?

Well, for starters, you're swinging like a gorilla.

Don't you remember what I said in the parking lot?

This is a game of finesse.

The easier you swing, the further that little white ball goes.

Okay, that doesn't make any sense to me.

See if this makes sense.

You see that little white thing way out there in the middle of the fairway?

Yes, Lou.

That's my ball.

That's swinging easy.

Now, where's your ball?

I'll tell you where your ball is-- all the way at the bottom of that little pond.

Partner, partner, listen.

I'm just trying to help you, okay?

Half the HPD is gonna be out here for that charity event next week, watching you tee off.

Is that how you want to represent Five-O?

All right, all right.

Grover: All right, let's try it again.

Hey, guys.

Hey...

Hi. Hi. How are you?

Good. How are you?

Good.

Uh, Miss Wie, I know we're playing a little slow. We-We'll pick it up.

No, no, that's not the reason why I came over.

You guys are fine.

You guys know each other?

Please ignore my ignorant friend.

He just crawled out from under a rock this morning, with a driver in his hand.

What's the matter with you?

I'm, um, uh...

Lou! Lou Grover.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

I'm Michelle.

Yeah. This non-golfer here, that's Steve McGarrett.

Hi. How are you?

I'm Steve.

How you doing? Nice to meet you.

What's the matter with you?

Michelle: If you don't mind, I just want to give you a tip.

I just saw something from back there.

Oh, I would... yes, please.

By all means, yeah, especially if it's free.

His motto is, "If it's for free, then it's for me."

Please, go ahead.

I'd-I'd appreciate it.

Thank you very much.

Yeah, of course.

I just saw from back there...

Okay. maybe just want to go a little bit more behind, widen your stance a little bit.

Like, further away from the ball?

Yeah, a little bit. Yeah.

Perfect.

Just bend your knees.

How's that, yeah?

Yep, great. Looks great.

And then, now, just keep your head down, Okay. keep your eyes on the ball and just swing through.

Okay, and swing through.

Mm-hmm.

What the hell...?

Wow, see?

You're a natural.

(laughing)

Thank you.

Of course.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

You're a, you're a great teacher.

Have you ever thought about teaching golf?

Uh, you know what, if my current job doesn't work out, then I'll think about it.

Yeah, you should think about it.

Yeah.

You're really good at it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Have a good round, guys.

All right. Bye, Michelle. See you later.

Bye. Nice to meet you, too.

Nice to meet you.

What do you mean, a teacher?

Huh?

You know who that is?

That happens to be Michelle Wie.

The LPGA 2014

U.S. Open champion.

(whispers): Seriously?

Yeah. Seriously.

Well, no wonder you were drooling, huh?

I wasn't drooling.

I was just admiring how... a professional golfer like that would take the time with a charity case like yourself.

I'm sorry, are you done?

Because you see that little white ball out there on the fairway, that's much closer to the hole (phone ringing) than your little white ball.

It looks like it's getting lonely...

Do me a favor, answer that so I don't have to hear any more of this.

McGarrett.

Thanks again.

See you around.

(sirens wailing, tires screeching)

Hey, what do we got?

So, we have a confirmed arson.

Two fatalities.

Young couple, Sabina and Hagan Mahoe.

They didn't stand a chance.

What do you mean?

Well, all the windows have security bars on them, but the front and back doors were secured from the outside with a wood plank screwed to them.

Huh.

So it's premeditated, then.

Yeah, looks that way.

Why is there nobody inside processing?

Yeah... about that.

Excuse me...

Excuse me!

I thought I made myself very clear.

Nobody comes in until I give the order.

Now, back the hell up, don't touch anything, and have a nice day.

I will have a nice day as soon as you get your ass out of my crime scene.

Ah, you must be McGarrett.

I heard you didn't play well with others.

I am Special Agent Kathy Millwood, A*F, Orange County Office.

Steve: Okay, so you've come a long way to trespass at my crime scene.

Mm, that's where you're wrong, Commander.

This isn't some random arson.

This is the work of a serial torch.

It's the third, all in Pearl City within the last week.

The same UnSub is responsible for over two dozen in Southern California in the last five years.

What is that, a nanny cam?

No.

This camera was his eyes and ears.

It wasn't hardwired.

There's no memory card.

(wry laugh)

It was a live feed.

Son of a bitch was watching his victims burn to death.

(Hagan and Sabina screaming, shouting)

Kamekona: Here you go.

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Aloha, my friend.

Can I start you off with one of our refreshing cold beverages?

(laughs)

No, no, I'm, uh, I'm okay.

I'm just waiting on someone else.

Hm, you've been waiting a while.

I know because I saw you sat down about...

30 minutes ago.

And you still haven't bought nothing.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Uh, I was supposed to meet my girlfriend for lunch, and I was late, and now she's not picking up any of my calls.

Sound like you might be in the doghouse, dude.

And I hate to pile on, but these tables, paying customers only, brah.

Yeah, fair enough.

Fair enough.

I'm sure you do a very good lunch trade.

My girl, she raves about the food.

Maybe you know her; she's a regular here.

Here.

Yes, I see her come around.

Yeah?

But not today.

But if she does come by, who shall I say was waiting for her?

Um, John, but don't worry about it; I'll find her.

Thank you, have a nice day.

Danny's Amber?

You sure about that?

He had a picture with them together.

They looked pretty cozy, brah.

You think she's stepping out on Danny?

Uh... (exhales)

I don't know; I'll look into it.

Did you get a last name?

No, but I took a picture of the perp's ride as he drove away.

The perp? Now he's the perp?

Hey, that's my professional opinion, partner.

Mm-hmm.

Picture's on its way.

If you need any more assistance, you know where to reach me.

Okay, this is where the accelerant was poured.

It extended around the entire room and then across into the center, where the fire started.

It's not gasoline.

No, it's liquid petroleum.

It's used in camping stoves.

Fire bugs call it white gas.

The fumes are less volatile than gasoline, making it less likely that our torch would injure himself when setting the fire.

This guy really knew his stuff.

You have no idea.

Your first fire was five days ago.

Vacant house a few blocks away.

Second fire, two days ago.

Family was away on vacation.

Now, HPD arson guys uploaded these cases onto the national TAPS database; I linked them to the fires in California.

All right, so the pour pattern and the use of white gas is this guy's signature.

Yeah.

Grover: Camera part of the signature, too?

No. That's something new.

And when he started in California, he went for vacant homes, abandoned buildings.

But then, as time went on, he evolved.

The last three arsons in my county were similar to this one-- a single-story home, bars on the windows, doors secured from the outside, victims trapped on the inside.

So we're looking for someone who recently moved to Oahu?

Not necessarily.

The torch we're looking for was active in California for about three years.

Then, two years ago, the fires suddenly stopped.

Grover: Now he shows up here.

Any idea why he took a break?

Maybe he got locked up for something else.

I don't think so.

This guy is too good, too careful.

Any number of triggers could have made him stop and start again.

But now that he's taken lives and gotten away with it, he's not gonna stop again until he decides to move on.

Grover: What else can you tell us about him?

Kathy: The torch we're looking for is someone who's able to function normally in society.

On the surface, there's nothing remarkable about him.

He's disarming, personable, may even be charming.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm a licensed exterminator.

I'm doing a job up the street.

It's been a really bad year with all the rain, especially for older homes like yours.

Since I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd offer folks a free, no-obligation inspection.

Kathy: He's persistent and persuasive.

Well, even if you don't see them, they can be there.

Get ahead of it now, you save yourself a ton of money in the future.

Like I said, it's free.

All right...

He targets victims who are young and attractive, whose lifestyle and happiness he envies.

He then manages to ingratiate himself somehow... gets inside their homes, studies the layout...

Awesome.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You have yourself a great day.

This interaction with his victims is the final step to determining if they will die.

Well, you were right.

My being right didn't save these people.

I get a feeling this is more than just a collar for you.

Looks like our guy escaped through a trapdoor in the laundry room, that led to a crawlspace under the house.

This guy knew this place inside and out.

We need to canvass the whole area, see if anyone saw anything.

Yeah, HPD's on it, and we got CSU searching for a camera.

He didn't use one this time.

Grover: What is that?

A fire retardant gel-- it's sprayed on the outside of homes that are in the pathway of an oncoming brushfire.

He stood right here.

(woman screaming, crying)

(man screams)

(man and woman continue screaming)

Woman: Help!

We need help! Help!

Kathy: He wanted to be in the room... when these people were dying.

(Danny groans)

(sighs)

Hey.

Good morning.

(groans)

Somebody had a rough night last night.

Come here.

(laughs)

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I was, uh...

Oh!

Ooh...

Sorry if I woke you up.

I was just, um... couldn't sleep, kept walking around.

I came out here, it was like 3:00 in the morning and I fell asleep out here.

Mm...

Mmm...

Who's Reyes?

Hmm?

You-you mentioned his name in your sleep last night.

I did?

Yeah.

Marco Reyes.

He's, uh... he's the guy that k*lled my brother.

Oh, Danny, I'm sorry.

I didn't...

It's okay.

It's all right.

What... what happened to him?

Let's go swimming.

You want to go swimming?

Hmm?

You hate the water.

I don't know if I hate the water.

But I was just thinking, if you were wearing something skimpy, maybe it would be a...

(laughs) more pleasurable experience, you know?

Mmm...

Huh?

I'm happy to oblige.

All right, let's go.

Let's go.

Okay.

Wait, come back.

Let's not go yet.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

Chin.

Hey, what's up?

So that plate that Kamekona gave you came back to a car rented by a Frank Simpson, out of New York City.

TSA has him landing here a week ago.

Well, Amber's from New York City.

Maybe, uh... maybe this guy's an old boyfriend or something.

He's more than an old boyfriend.

He's her husband.

Turns out our Amber Vitale was actually born Melissa Armstrong.

Her married name is Melissa Simpson.

She travels 5,000 miles, she changes her name, and now the husband shows up?

She had to have been running from him.

Yeah, and for good reason.

NYPD arrested Simpson back in 2013 for felony as*ault.

Amber, AKA Melissa Simpson, was the complainant victim.

He nearly k*lled her.

She's got an order of protection against him.

Yeah, all right.

Well, you and I both know that thing's not worth the paper it's written on.

All right?

I bet Amber knew that, too.

Yeah. I tried calling Danny... and Amber, as well.

Both phones went straight to voice mail.

Danny told me that he was going off the grid.

He wants to spend some time with Amber.

They must have turned their phones off.

Well, that explains why I can't ping their location.

He say where he was taking her?

No. No, he didn't.

I'll reach out to friends and work and see if anyone knows anything.

Have HPD help.

Put an APB out on Simpson.

If he's going after Amber...

she and Danny could be in danger.

(sirens wailing)

What is it?

Ball cap.

Everyone's looking at the house.

He's looking at us.

That's him.

Grover: Steve!

Damn it.

He was just here.

You!

Green jacket.

Show me your hands!

Right now!

Put 'em on your head!

Turn around, slowly.

That's not him.

Are you Agent Kathy Millwood?

How do you know my name?

Don't do that!

Do not do that!

Grover: Get your hands back on top of your head!

What's the matter with you?

Get on your knees.

Your hands.

Give me your hands!

What did he tell you?

Man: Nothing.

He gave me $100 to put on this hat and coat and he told me to make sure you got that envelope.

That's it.

What are those?

I said, what are those?

The torch knows you?

Huh?

What are you not telling us?

What are you not telling us?

The man we're chasing... he b*rned down my house and he k*lled my husband.

What?

So how are you still on this case?

I'm not.

Kathy: The arsonist's desire to destroy and k*ll is born out of a chronic sexual dysfunction fueled by feelings of anger, inadequacy and shame.

His IQ is well below the normal range.

Fire makes him feel powerful and in control... but these feelings only temporarily mask the pain of knowing who he really is: a weak, frightened coward.

(video controller blips)

You wanted to antagonize him so he'd contact you, right?

Yes.

Mm.

And he did.

Two nights later, he broke into my house and set the fire that took my husband's life.

Mitch and I had gotten into a horrible fight that night and, um...

(wry laugh)

...he accused me of being obsessed with the case at the expense of our marriage.

He wasn't wrong.

He ended up sleeping on the couch in our guest room.

Mitchell? Mitch!

About 4:00 a.m., the alarm went off, and...

Mitch!

...by the time I got to him, it was too late.

Mitch?

Come on, baby.

Coroner said he had already passed from smoke inhalation.

So how did you get out?

Firemen dragged me out.

I didn't want to leave Mitch in there.

You know, Kathy, I'm...

I am sorry, I really am.

But you lied to us.

This isn't a job for you anymore, you got to see that.

The only reason you're here is to take this guy out and avenge your husband's death.

No.

I want to stop him.

For what he did to my husband and for k*lling all those other people.

And if the A*F thinks that's a conflict of interest, well, then that's too damn bad because I'm the only one who's gotten this close.

Yes, I blame myself for what happened to my husband... but, damn it... tracking this guy down is the only thing that gives me purpose.

Please...

Please don't take that away from me.

All right.

My boys spoke to one of Amber's coworkers.

He said that their boss might know where Amber and Danny are.

He also said that an old friend of hers came by the office this morning, asking the same question.

We're trying to track down the boss.

As soon as that information comes in, I'll get it to you.

Chin: All right, well, let's make it fast, Duke.

Obviously we're not the only one looking for 'em.

Babe... whatever you're cooking smells really good.

Hey.

(grunts)

Kono: Hey, so I just got off the phone with the lab.

Turns out the gel that you guys recovered from the last scene only comes in a powdered form.

It has to be mixed with water to create the gel.

Well, Fong found a chemical, cypermethrin, mixed in with the recovered sample.

It's a pesticide used to k*ll termites.

So wait a minute, the gel was mixed in a container that once held the pesticide?

Yeah.

And cypermethrin is legal for use only by licensed exterminators.

Grover: Wait, so our torch is an exterminator.

I'm sorry.

Anybody else see the irony in that?

That's how he got into their homes, got to know who the victims were.

Yeah, so we cross-referenced names on purchase orders with the names of all the exterminators on the lsland.

And we got a hit.

That's him.

Steve: Jason Duclair,

Five-O!

Grover: Clear.

Kono: Clear.

Well, I guess we found the arson wing of the museum.

Guy's proud of his work.

These red pins must be the homes he's already torched.

And the yellow ones must be the potential targets.

Okay, I'll get HPD Dispatch to these addresses.

Hold on.

I got an e-mail here, it's a reservation for a hotel room tonight at the Lava Gardens, room number 2104.

Well, that... that's just three miles down the road.

Why would he need a room there?

Because he's gonna go for something big this time.

That hotel's his next target.

Dad: Hey, how you doing?

Hey.

(elevator bell dings)

Dad: Enjoy your stay.

Thanks.

(lock clicks, whirrs)

(groaning)

Amber: Frank, please!

Do you love him?

Answer me!

Do you love him?!

Amber: Frank, please...

(screaming)

All I wanted to do was take care of you.

To love you!

Love me?

You put me in the hospital twice, Frank.

Oh, I know...

I know I did, baby.

I made a mistake.

I told you I was sorry about that.

Put the Kn*fe down.

Put the Kn*fe down, Frank, please.

I want to.

But I can't.

I need you to tell me that you still love me.

I can't.

I can't... anymore.

I can't...

Why not?

Why not? Because of him?

You're gonna tell me that you love him?

Because I didn't fly 5,000 miles for you to tell me that it's over!

(screaming)

Danny!

(both grunting)

Danny!

Danny!

Danny, stop!

(Danny groans in pain)

I'm gonna get you to the hospital.

(groaning in pain)

I got you.

Okay.

Keep pressure on it.

All right.

I'm gonna get you to the hospital, okay?

(engine revving)

(tires screech)

Where do you think you're going?

You can't run from me!

(thudding)

(sirens wailing)

All right, Kathy... you stay down here, all right?

Coordinate the evac with HPD and Fire.

Okay. Be careful.

Yeah. Let's move.

Clear.

Steve: Clear.

Where the hell is he?

Well, the front desk said he definitely checked in to this room.

Well, something's off.

Jason!

(grunts)

(over voice mail): Hi. This is Kathy.

Leave a message.

Kathy's not answering.

There's got to be another room.

I know there's a part of you that's afraid.

Part of you that just wants this all to end.

Yeah, that's why you stopped and went away after you tried to k*ll me the first time.

Isn't that right, Jason?

(drill whirring)

(cell phone buzzing)

(over phone): Hi. This is Kathy.

Nothing.

She's still not answering her phone.

HPD and Fire haven't seen her.

Guys, look at this.

It's blood and it's fresh.

Well, that other room theory's looking pretty good.

All right, we need to check every floor.

Next.

Up, up, up, up.

There's our matching blood trail.

The police know who you are.

They're here.

You're never gonna get away.

Don't you see, Agent Millwood?

I never planned to leave.

I'm right where I want to be.

I've been waiting for you.

You don't have to do this.

No, I do.

We have to finish what we started.

Kathy (muffled): You already k*lled my husband.

There's nothing that can be more painful than that.

Jason, do you hear me?

Jason?

(anxious gasp)

You have no idea how close you were to catching me, Agent Millwood.

We could've been famous together.

But then you went on TV and told those lies about me.

I told the truth.

You called me an uneducated deviant.

And look now.

Here you are, at my mercy.

Who's the smart one now?

Oh, God!

(sobbing): Oh, God...

Before we die, I want you to know I have no remorse for what I'm doing.

Burning people and things is the only real pleasure I found on this earth.

I can only pray that death is no worse than this life.

Oh, my God!

I got him!

Grover, now!

Gotcha. Gotcha.

Thank you.

All right, I got him.

You clear?

(panting)

On your back, on your back.

Grover: On your knees.

Wait, look at me.

Look at me, you son of a bitch!

I promise you you'll get exactly what you want someday.

You will burn in Hell.

Grover: Let's go.

(phone rings)

(exhales)

McGarrett.

(panting)

What?

When?

How bad is it?

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

I should've told him.

He's in Recovery.

It may take a little time, but he's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be all right?

He's gonna be all right.

Thank you.

You're welcome...

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Take good care of him.

All right.

(sobbing)

I didn't have much of a family as a kid.

And when I was 19, I met Frank.

And he was older and charming and... he was the first man who ever made me feel special.

A year later, we were married, and everything changed.

He wanted to control every aspect of my life.

And when I stood up for myself, he got violent.

One night, he, uh, he almost k*lled me, so I-I... left the city and ran as fast and far away as I could.

And then I met you.

(sighs)

I got lucky, huh?

(laughs)

Right, babe?

I wouldn't call it lucky.

No?

No.

I-I mean, I was, I was afraid you would think I was damaged goods.

That you wouldn't want me with all that baggage.

Baggage?

Look, I got, um, I got plenty of baggage my-my-myself, you know?

(chuckles)

I think between the two of us, we may be able, be able to open up a luggage joint one day, you know?

(laughs)

Yeah.

Look, um...

I say that-that... that part of your life is over with now.

You know, it's finished.

I mean, we... we can start over right now.

What do you say?

Hmm?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah?

Be good?

I'm... Melissa Armstrong.

Melissa Armstrong?

(chuckles)

Oh...

Melissa Armstrong, I'm, uh, Danny Williams; nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you.

(sighs)

I'm so happy that your partner's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

So what do you plan to do with yourself now that Duclair's crossed off the list?

Walk away, retire, start over.

Try to let go of all that guilt.

You know, I spent the last two years of my life just existing.

I think it's time to start living again.

You know... don't look back, okay?

Just don't look back, whatever you do.

You can't change the past.

Trust me on that.

All right?

(sighs)

You saved my life.

You get a hug, okay?

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

I will.

You do the same, okay?

I will.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, boss, can I bum a smoke?

Move.

Just kidding.

Three.

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Grover (sighing): All right, all right...

Grab that putter for me, little girl.

(Grover sighs)

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

So, Dad, how was my driving?

Little mama, your driving has been outstanding.

Although not quite as good as my driving.

Off the tee, that is.

Hey, don't hurt your shoulder patting yourself on the back, okay?

Is he always like that?

Only when my mom is not around.

Let's leave your mother out of this.

Okay, well, Daddy, I don't understand.

How can you have 20 less strokes than Uncle Steve and still be tied?

Because despite Uncle Steve having an LPGA Major-winning golf professional as a caddy, he still has a very large handicap... in more ways than one.

It's easy putting.

Danny: Hey, buddy!

Yo, if you ever play golf again, which you shouldn't, the idea is to get the ball close to this little, uh, pin thing.

That's my partner.

Yeah, that's very funny; well done.

What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be at home resting.

Yeah, the-the doctor thought it would be a good idea for me to come out, get some fresh air, and watch you humiliate yourself on the golfing course here.

If these are your friends, I would hate to meet your enemies.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Okay, I know it doesn't look like it, but it's a very, very makeable putt.

You got this.

I got this?

You got this.

(phone rings)

Excuse me.

What?

Listen, I didn't want to shout this out and embarrass you in front of all these folks, but, uh, would you mind if I just make this little short putt to win it before you miss yours?

Knock yourself out.

(laughing)

All right.

Here we go.

(chuckles)

Excuse me again.

I thought you said it broke away from the water?

(phone rings)

What do you want?

Oh, hey, buddy.

Listen, uh, from way back here it was hard for us to tell, but did that go in?

All right.

Michelle: This is it.

Last hole, last putt.

You make this, you win.

No pressure, right?

No, no pressure.

You got this.

Any time you're ready, Tiger.

I got this.

Okay, just visualize the ball falling into the cup.

Grover: Yes, just visualize the trophy falling into my hands.

Don't listen to him, just-just focus.

You got this.

Just focus.

(whispering): Falling into the cup.

Uh-huh.

No...

Uh-huh!

Oh, hell, no!

Oh!