Murder, She Wrote s11e04 Episode Script

That's nice.
Now, how about you give me something I could really use? (LAUGHS) That's it.
This guy's as good as dead.
Gotcha! REYNOLDS: Island International is ready to funnel another half million into the Kinkaid war chest.
No.
No.
No, no, no.
Listen, this is Jeff's first campaign.
I don't want him beholden to anybody.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Damn it, Matt, relax, all right? Every dollar contributed through my bank is strictly legal.
Kinkaid.
Look, tell him we're not ready to sell the Kinkaid Oahu.
Not now, not in the foreseeable future, not at any price.
WOMAN ON PA: Attention to all Hawaiian holiday tour group members.
Today's tour will take you to some of Oahu's most famous sights Aloha, Mrs.
Fletcher.
Welcome to the Kinkaid Oahu.
Thank you.
Well, you've been pre-registered.
Penthouse suite number one.
Compliments of Mr.
Kinkaid.
Oh, and we do have messages for you, too.
Here you go.
Thank you.
You're very welcome.
REYNOLDS: The campaign money is clean.
Come on, Matt, ease off, will you? Look, you've got my word.
I will not do anything to embarrass Jeff.
Good, because if you're lying to me, Brett, I swear I won't just kick you off this campaign.
I'll make sure that nobody in all these islands ever does business with you again.
WOMAN ON PA: Attention, Kinkaid Oahu guests.
Tours of the neighboring islands are now boarding in the Jess! (BOTH EXCLAIMING) You're early.
Well, we had a tail wind all the way from Tokyo.
Well, how was the book tour? Oh, exhausting! Six countries in two weeks! Incidentally, thank you so much for your hospitality.
Well, I'll never forget yours when we brought the boys to Cabot Cove.
Now, you will stay through the election, won't you? Oh, I can't.
You know, they've advanced the publication date on my new novel.
WOMAN ON PA: Telephone for J.
B.
Fletcher.
Please pick up a courtesy phone.
Hello, this is J.
B.
Fletcher.
Yes, Mrs.
Fletcher, this is Bill Forsythe.
I'd like to invite you to appear on my show.
I appreciate your invitation to appear on your show, Mr.
Forsythe, but I'm here in the islands for a rest.
(CHUCKLING) I understand.
Maybe another time.
Thank you so much.
Sorry to have bothered you.
Bye.
Goodbye.
Jess, I was the soul of discretion after you told me that all you wanted was a little bit of rest and a lot of fun.
It was the other way around.
Well, the fun part starts this afternoon.
We've invited a few friends to a luau fundraiser for Jeff at the old plantation.
He'll be there, of course, and so will Danny and Mother.
Oh, and how is Rebecca? Well, she's feisty as ever, and can't wait to see you.
Oh, great! Matt, I read about the election on the plane, including an in-depth article about Randy Thompson.
It must be a difficult situation for Danny.
I mean, his brother running against his boss.
He'll live with it.
Jess, I've had this dream too long to let a little inconvenience get in the way of my plans for Jeff's political career.
He's going to be the first American president from Hawaii.
(PHONE RINGING) (PEOPLE CHATTERING) JEFF: Who's the girl? BOONE: We're working on it.
Where'd you get the video? It was dropped in the mail slot.
Bull! You had Thompson under surveillance and you got lucky.
Wrong! Where's your evidence, Danny? In my gut.
Shred the damn thing.
(SCOFFS) He's protecting his boss.
I'm protecting my brother.
Jeff, you leak this and you smear yourself as a cheap, dirty-tricks politician for the rest of your career.
There won't be any "rest of my career" unless I win on Tuesday.
He's right.
It's a tough league for rookies.
One strike, and you're out.
There's still time to turn it all around.
Keep hitting the issues.
The environment, crime If we've got this, why not go with it? Keep making sense.
But this Suggestion.
We wait for the new poll this afternoon.
If we're still losing ground, we'll reexamine our options.
Danny? Agreed? I said my piece.
You use that tape, and I'm gone, for good.
SHARON: I want them held.
They've seen their lawyer.
Let them yell, I don't care.
Book them and isolate them now! I love tough cops.
You're supposed to, especially this one.
I came for my pressure gauge, so I can start diving again before I get too old.
We're still checking it out.
A week it takes to check an air gauge? Listen, buster, I'm not anxious to become a grieving fiancée.
If someone wants to kill you, I want to find out about it.
Your boss' disposition any better since he got ahead in the polls? Randy's just doing his job.
(PHONE RINGING) You're busy.
I'll see you later.
Detective Matsumoto.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING) WOMAN ON PA: Telephone for J.
B.
Fletcher.
Please pick up a courtesy phone.
This is J.
B.
Fletcher.
WOMAN: Yes, Mrs.
Fletcher.
I'm with the Honolulu News, and I was wondering Excuse me, Miss Dougherty, package for you.
JESSICA: No, I'm so sorry.
You're very kind, but I'm not giving any interviews.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
Mrs.
Fletcher.
I'm Liz Dougherty, Jeff Kinkaid's campaign manager.
Yes, and I'm very pleased to meet you.
Well, thank you, and likewise.
And I have a confession to make.
You're a little late, Miss Dougherty.
Several members of the media have already told me that it was you who told them that I was in the islands.
Well, I will just apologize.
I thought that if you and the right people got together, you might mention your old friends, the Kinkaids, and that could translate into votes.
No more, I promise.
Good.
I'll hold you to it.
These just came in from the Macau police.
Brett Reynolds, and of course you recognize Martin Osborn.
I'll add them to the file.
Last week you said you'd have a case by now.
I was wrong.
But Damn it, Danny.
We've got Osborn dead-bang sending a ton of cash out of Southeast Asia and a flood of unexplained money coming into Hawaii.
And not enough evidence to prove it's coming out of Reynolds' bank.
And from there right into your brother's campaign chest.
Danny, are you sure you aren't unconsciously dragging your feet on this? What I started to say, Randy, if you'll let me finish, is that I've finally got a man in place in Reynolds' bank.
A guy who's as good as they get at uncovering money laundering, no matter how hard they try to bury it.
(CHUCKLING) You're a genius, Joe.
I never thought anyone would be able to straighten out these accounts.
Thank you, sir.
It wasn't just the arithmetic.
The computer codes were corrupted.
Well, I'm assigning you to the same kind of troubleshooting at our Hilo branch and boosting your salary 10%.
That's very generous of you, sir.
I've got a lot of friends in Hilo.
When do I start? They'll be expecting you tomorrow morning.
Terrific! Um, one thing, sir.
About the Kaanapali Beach file.
What about it? If I could spend one more day on it and meet with you for half an hour tomorrow? Morning's dead.
(INTERCOM BUZZING) Yeah.
SECRETARY: Mr.
Osborn is here to see you.
Tell him just a minute.
Tomorrow, 2:30.
I'll notify Hilo.
Yes, sir.
Mr.
Osborn.
I thought you were in Hong Kong.
I decided to take a holiday to observe your elections.
You did receive the additional two million we dispatched on behalf of our chosen candidates? It's been put to work.
Good.
Frankly, Reynolds, we're very concerned about Jeff Kinkaid's drop in the polls.
I believe I have made it abundantly clear that it's not in our interests to see Randall Thompson seated in the Senate.
Look, we're doing the best we can.
But I've gotta tell you that Jeff's brother Danny is the loose cannon.
He could put us both out of business.
We are very aware of Danny Kinkaid.
Very much aware.
(TRADITIONAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING) (GUESTS APPLAUDING) As you all know, like my grandson here, I ran for political office once myself.
A little too aggressively, they used to tell me.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING) You remember, Jessica? Indeed.
I suspect they mean that you were a woman before your time, Rebecca.
Exactly! And you damn well better get home and mix some poi, like a proper tutu wahine.
Well, I believe my grandson is ahead of his time, too.
A candidate for the next century! WOMAN: Another question? Now, no more questions.
Everybody, go have a good time.
And vote for Jeff Kinkaid, or else! Oh, this should have a warning label on it.
(BOTH LAUGHING) Sharon, you should keep an eye on your young man's fit and finish.
Now, that would have made a great campaign photo.
If it was a candidate's collar.
Rebecca, thank you so much for your help.
Oh, the pity is he needs it.
I love your necklace.
Thanks! I found a new coral reef to ravage.
Gotta rescue Jeff.
Well done, Rebecca.
Adequate.
If I may, it's quite apparent that Danny is still your favorite grandson.
Fortunately, other people aren't as perceptive as you are.
Somebody in this family has to look out for him.
Jessica! Hello, Danny.
Welcome to Hawaii.
Thank you.
And, Sharon, how lovely to see you.
Hello, Jessica.
It's so great to see you, too.
Oh, we met during my training over at NYPD.
Sun instead of snow.
Somehow it agrees with me.
You bet.
Okay, what? Jeff, I've got an idea.
Why don't we give all these people a big happy surprise and announce our engagement? Come on, we've talked about this.
Jeff, is this how it's going to be? Is your dad going to be pushing your buttons for the rest of your life? Of our lives? No, he's not.
But he's right.
If we go public now, it's just gonna look like an obvious bid to get votes.
"Rich candidate to marry girl from wrong side of the reef"? The way things are going, your campaign may need it.
It's not the right time, Liz.
Honey, I'm sorry.
(HUKILAU SONG PLAYING) We've got 50 TV spots scheduled between now and Tuesday.
But, I have to admit, I don't like the way the polls are going.
Well, then buy another 100 spots.
This is about winning, Jeff.
And if you need money on Wednesday morning, it'll be there.
(SIGHS) The Hukilau.
The net is cast out and drawn back, and many fish are caught.
Jeff, for the last time, Reynolds and his bank are gonna bring you down.
Danny, enough! I've seen the accounting.
Every penny that Reynolds raised for me is from individuals all over the islands.
Right.
And the fish in the net can get away any time they want.
(SIZZLING) (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) Danny, the latest new poll.
We've lost another point.
I know what you're thinking.
We've got to go with the Thompson video.
What do you think, Liz? Where and when? We can drop it off at Channel 5 tomorrow morning.
Then you do it without me.
I'm out of here.
Pal, you sure picked a great time to let your hatred for your brother and your old man bubble up.
You son of Danny, don't! WOMAN: Easy.
Let's get out of here.
Everything we want is in Reynolds' personal computer in a file called "Kilauea.
" Hmm! Hawaii's hottest volcano.
Like the subject matter, I figure it covers payoffs, disguised campaign contributions, also sources.
Dirty money transferred illegally into Hawaii from criminal organizations abroad.
Yakuza, drug cartels, and others.
Including Osborn.
Here's our problem.
I have one shot at getting it out of there.
Late tomorrow morning, when Reynolds is at a meeting.
Can you download it onto a floppy disk? No, he's got a watchdog on it.
But we can use his modem, send it via phone to another computer.
What about you going back to the bank right now? Security's too heavy at night.
Business hours are better, when I can move around.
Is your office computer secure? Negative.
It's on an open network.
But I do have access to a secure one.
I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have walked out.
Danny, you acted on principle.
And you were right.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Hello? SECRETARY: Danny, can you make the meeting? No, I can't.
Cancel that.
I won't be in till this afternoon.
I'll reschedule.
Right.
Okay, bye.
(SIGHS) I wish I could grow orchids in Cabot Cove.
Afraid your winters are a little harsh.
Listen, I'm gonna be trucking these to the Botanical Gardens, then heading up to the sugar mill.
Oh, I thought that was long gone.
No, no.
I'm going to donate it as an historical site.
Ben just stops by to keep it up.
And Danny uses it sometimes as an office.
Probably your last chance to see it as Kinkaid property.
(CHUCKLES) I'd love to, Ben, but thank you.
It's good to see you again.
Likewise.
Be careful, bruddah, you hear? I hear you! Nothing to worry about.
Rebecca? You're right, Jessica, there is something to worry about.
A great deal, in fact.
Danny's lucky to be alive.
Oh, come on, Grandma.
I had a diving accident about a week ago.
If it was an accident.
Apparently, there's reason to believe it wasn't? The Coast Guard had to fly him to a decompression chamber.
It's a miracle he didn't die.
Experienced divers like Danny don't make mistakes with their equipment.
My pressure gauge glitched.
There's been no evidence found of any tampering.
As if he didn't have enemies.
She means that I've put a lot of bad guys away.
Look, if I worried about everybody that hated me, I couldn't do my job.
Anyway, time for a swim.
Take care.
I'll see you in an hour, okay? Perfect.
(MOTORBOAT REVVING) Hey! Hey! What're you Hey! Cut it out! What're you doing? WOMAN: I want you to take three men and I want you to go (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) The Coast Guard called for another chopper.
He can't be gone, not like this.
We used to race in from the point.
Danny's the strongest swimmer I've ever seen.
The press has been calling.
Do you want me to issue a statement for you? You know, "I have every faith that he'll turn up safely"? Yeah.
No.
(SIGHING) Oh, God.
Right on top of the Thompson video.
I haven't leaked it yet.
I was planning on doing it this morning, but then Matt called about Danny.
Damn it, Liz, this could cost us the election! What? I don't know.
I guess I don't understand how you could be thinking about anything but Danny.
They're doing all they can do.
Yes, of course.
Did you find anything, Jessica? Only Danny's shirt, towel, and shoes.
I sent them off to forensics.
Any sign he ever got out of the water? The tide is rising.
His footprints would have been washed away.
He's gone.
No! There's no reason to believe that.
He could have been caught in a riptide and carried 20 miles away from here.
I pray to God you're right.
And there's that motorboat Jessica heard.
We may know a lot more if we find it.
The operator might have seen him, might have even picked him up.
Mother, why don't you try to get some rest? I'm all right! As soon as you hear anything.
Sure, Matt.
Always it was as if Danny were some sort of distraction.
Keeping Matt from his real work, grooming Jeff for political office.
MAN: Taxi! (MEN CHATTERING) (PHONE RINGING) I don't know if being in love with someone whose disappearance you're investigating is a plus or a minus.
They didn't give us that scenario at the police academy.
But I do know for sure that I need all the help I can get, Jessica.
How much do you know about Danny's current investigation? Who he might be antagonizing? Very little.
Danny never talked about his work.
(SOFTLY) Never mind where I was this morning.
This is about something entirely different.
I've got in my hand a recording made last night.
A little conversation Danny Kinkaid had in his office.
Let me tell you about it.
Just what do you think you're doing, Mrs.
Fletcher? Actually, I came to see you, Mr.
Thompson.
But your secretary said that you were out.
So you figured you'd rummage through Danny's office? I'm quite sure you're as concerned as I am about what has happened to Danny.
I thought it might be useful if we talked about his current cases.
You're a friend of the Kinkaids, Mrs.
Fletcher.
I'm not.
Besides, if, as it appears, Danny has drowned, I certainly don't intend to give the public access to the cases he was working on.
So if you'd just be kind enough to Mr.
Thompson, thank you for your cooperation.
MALE NEWSCASTER: This tape was anonymously deposited in Channel 5's Thompson's finished.
We'll see.
The man you see is Randall Thompson, the current District Attorney in Honolulu and a candidate for the U.
S.
Senate.
We have no comment at this time, except to tell you that the young woman has not yet been identified, although we are working on that now.
The afternoon news Cheap! Danny was right to veto it.
(PHONE RINGING) Yes? MAN: Detective Matsumoto, we did a complete workup on Danny Kinkaid's shirt and shoes.
We couldn't find anything.
Thanks.
The lab.
Bombed out on Danny's shirt and shoes.
Nothing.
What about his phone? His phone? His secretary called him when we were on the terrace, and I saw him put his phone back in the pocket of his shirt before he went down to the beach.
I didn't notice it there.
(TYPING) No.
There's no cellular phone on our inventory.
Why don't you try his number? Okay.
AUTOMATED VOICE: The mobile customer you have called is not available Either it's turned off or out of range.
Ah.
Try the sugar mill.
I'm dialing.
(MODEM SCREECHING) Sounds like a fax or modem.
May I? Oh, yes.
Please.
Thanks.
(RINGING) Hello? Oh, yes, Jessica, is there any news? I can't be sure yet, Rebecca.
Could you tell me if Danny's car is still parked out in front? Yes, it is.
What about his bicycle? Now, it was leaning against the wall on the terrace.
Why, no, it's gone.
Thank you, Rebecca.
I hope to be able to explain in a little while.
The sugar mill would be reachable on his mountain bike.
I'd better alert the lieutenant.
Listen, Sharon, if Danny's alive, he's obviously gone to a great deal of trouble to keep the police out of this.
You're right.
Freeze! Put the gun down! On the ground! Now! Keep your hands high! Turn around! I just I didn't kill him.
Back away from the gun! Ben was Sharon, Ben was my best friend! I saw the gun outside.
I wasn't thinking that it was the murder weapon.
I picked it up.
I came in here.
That's when I saw Ben's body.
You can put your hands down now.
Danny, they'll be running a paraffin test.
Detective Matsumoto.
I need a homicide forensics team.
The old Kinkaid sugar mill on Weaver Road.
I'm sure you had your reasons, Danny, but you put everyone through hell.
I'm sorry, Sharon, but I How long have you been here? A couple of minutes.
Where did you leave your bicycle? It's out there behind Ben's truck.
Did you see anyone? Five of six.
DANNY: No.
Danny, what the hell is going on? So, the computer at the mill received a file transmitted by an undercover man at Brett Reynolds' bank.
Evidence enough to put Reynolds away for currency violations, corruption of public officials, election fraud, you name it.
Information that was probably copied onto the missing disk.
And someone tried to kill you this morning out in the bay.
Yes.
I was about halfway out into the bay, and I saw this outboard motorboat coming at me, one of those rubber-inflatable jobs.
Which means it could've been deflatable.
That's probably why we haven't been able to locate it.
Right.
Anyway, the pilot of the boat started circling me and he was leaving this trail of chum.
Shark bait? My God! Can you identify him? Well, he was wearing a full mask.
The dive suit was black.
It had a silver stripe on the shoulder.
After he finished spreading the chum, every shark in the Kauai Channel came in for dinner.
I was supposed to be the entrée.
I survived because I knew the only hope I had was to not move and to hope that they'd be too busy to notice me.
Well, after a while, they finished and swam away.
Thank God.
I knew I'd be generating a lot of grief, but right then I didn't feel like I could confide in anyone.
I hoped that if I could get back to the mill and examine the new computer file, maybe I could find a clue about who was trying to take me out.
Mmm-hmm.
But someone beat me to it.
And killed Ben, who was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Your undercover man, did you by any chance have a meeting with him last night? Well, yes.
But how I stopped by your office.
I noticed a notation on your calendar, the letter "Y.
" His name is Joe Yoshinaga.
Well, could he have tipped someone? Or come up here by himself? Well, anything's possible, but Did anyone besides you and Yoshinaga know about the transmission? No one.
Joe and I hatched the idea together last night in my office.
(SIGHS) (SIGHING) Thank God he's okay.
But why protective custody? SHARON ON PHONE: I can't get into it right now, but Ben was killed at the sugar mill.
I'm sorry, I know how close you were.
Ben? (SIGHING) Oh Um Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah.
Thanks, Sharon.
She wouldn't go into details right now, but Ben was killed at the old sugar mill.
(SIGHING) I can't believe it.
I mean, Danny, Ben and I, we were always together.
It was probably vagrants or squatters.
That mill is deserted for months at a time.
We're up four percentage points since the video.
And we still don't know who the girl is.
Wait till somebody gets a line on her.
What is it, Jeff? I'll tell you what it is.
Maybe I've just gotten religion or something, but a good friend of mine's been murdered, my brother was almost killed, and we're cackling about popularity polls and some poor girl's about to get skinned alive! Oh! Good evening.
I heard that Danny's in police custody.
And I saw he left a pass for you downstairs.
Why? That is between Danny and me, Mr.
Thompson.
Do you have any idea what's been happening to my wife and children since this morning? Photographers, reporters I'm so sorry.
I know all about your call to the Immigration Service.
Mr.
Thompson, because of the tension between you and Danny, and what happened to him today, I felt that I should learn all that I could about you.
And when I saw you with that young woman on television, I knew that your kiss wasn't that of a lover.
You see, on the plane, I read a magazine story all about you.
About your exemplary service in Vietnam and your later visits there concerning prisoners of war.
Those dates, and what I saw on TV, prompted my call to the Immigration Service.
And according to them, you brought a child and her ailing mother back from Vietnam in 1979.
The young woman I saw on television is that child, isn't she? She's your daughter.
No.
No.
No, she's Mr.
Thompson, if I already know the truth, how long do you think it's going to be before the press learns it, too? Anna's a sweet girl.
Sensitive.
She wants to go to college.
She doesn't deserve to be badgered and hassled.
I'm sure that's true.
I can't let them hurt her.
There's only one way out of this thing.
I'll have to withdraw from the campaign.
Look, I'm still a friend of the Kinkaids, Mr.
Thompson, and obviously I want to see Jeff win on Tuesday, but not this way.
We checked all the other islands.
Nobody makes or stocks any wet suits with stripes on the shoulder.
What about the listening device? (SIGHS) Strikeout.
No fingerprints and no way to trace it.
Well, at least we know how Ben's killer learned that Danny was planning to transfer the file.
(PHONE RINGING) Yes? Mr.
Kincaid.
Yes, bring him in.
MAN: Yes, ma'am.
We got an anonymous phone tip about an hour ago.
The caller said that Matt Kinkaid's car was on Weaver Road near the sugar mill at about the time Ben was killed.
Hello, Matt.
What do you got? We found this red dust on the hood and the tire rims of his car.
It matches the soil at the sugar mill.
This was in his glove compartment.
A floppy disk, Bravo brand.
There's enough in here about illicit money transfers to put Reynolds away for good.
Where were you this morning after you left Rebecca's? (HESITANTLY) Well, I went to the suite at the hotel.
For how long? A couple of hours.
Alone? I didn't know what happened to Danny.
I didn't want to be with anyone.
Surely you can't think I killed Ben.
Matt, don't leave Honolulu.
REBECCA: Those are the five good bruddahs of Ben Kamaka, Jessica.
They've scattered his ashes on the sea he loved so.
Knowing Ben, he would've approved.
(WOMEN SOBBING) (BAND PLAYING TRADITIONAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC) Hi.
How you holding up, Mother? I'm so happy about Danny, but Ben I know.
I loved him, too.
I'm sorry we're late.
My bodyguard.
You okay, Gram? You scared the life out of me! You're my darling, you know.
We're gonna miss Ben, aren't we? Yes.
DANNY: Jessica.
What is it, Danny? Nothing.
We just got word on Danny's air gauge.
The O-Rings were deliberately fouled with some kind of acid that made them porous.
And we found the boat hidden in a grove about three miles away from here, deflated.
Any luck tracing the boat? We're trying, but also we found something on the beach nearby.
A small tube of antibiotic salve.
Over the counter, but powerful stuff.
What is it, Jessica? Sharon, I think I know who killed Ben Kamaka.
What are you doing here? I've got an appointment in three minutes.
I suggest you cancel it.
We thought you'd like to join us.
Someplace quiet, where you won't be bothered by people asking embarrassing questions about Island International Bank and its clients.
(CHUCKLING) I don't understand Jeff Kinkaid's campaign is back on track.
I've erased the Kilauea file.
The pity is, there's still a living history of it.
You.
I'm not going anywhere, Osborn.
(GUN COCKING) THOMPSON ON TV: The young woman with whom I was shown on television yesterday is Anna Rawlings, my daughter.
She was eight years old when I brought her and her mother, who has since died, over from Vietnam.
I kept her a secret from my dear wife and my children for fear of losing them.
Well, I was wrong.
And now it's up to you, the voters at home, to decide at the polls whether you, like them, can understand and forgive.
Thank you very much.
Well done.
Won't help Thompson now.
We're in.
Everything all right, Jess? Thanks, Matt.
Liz, I notice that you wear your watch on your right wrist.
Why, yes.
I've never known a right-handed person who did that, but left-handers often do.
You are left-handed? Yes.
But, when we first met, I noticed you signing a delivery with your right hand.
Is that because your left hand is injured? (CHUCKLES) Yes.
Well, not my hand.
My shoulder.
Where you cut it on some coral while you were diving? And, of course, coral wounds readily infect and have to be treated with antibiotics.
What is this about, Jessica? Coral would certainly have torn your diving suit, wouldn't it? This morning at the funeral, I noticed that one of Ben's friends had repaired his guitar case with a strip of silver duct tape.
And I thought of the silver stripe that Danny said was on the diving suit of his would-be murderer.
A stripe that wasn't a stripe at all, but a length of silver duct tape used to temporarily repair a rip in the wet suit.
I don't understand.
We found your black wet suit in your apartment, slashed on the left shoulder and repaired with silver duct tape.
And I'm sure that by tonight we'll have traced the boat to you.
Tell us about Ben Kamaka, Liz.
I had nothing to do with what happened to Ben.
Wrong! We also found this in your apartment.
The entire Kilauea file incriminating Reynolds and a lot of other people, including you.
It was the same disk you planted in Matt's car.
Only on that one, you erased anything that could incriminate you.
Liz, there's only one place you could have gotten this disk.
And that's at the mill, where Ben was murdered.
(CHUCKLES) That's ridiculous.
How could I have even known about it? Boone Aldridge bugged Danny's office and told you what he had heard.
That isn't Save it, Liz.
Boone Aldridge already gave us a sworn statement.
(SIGHS) All right.
I went to the mill.
I didn't have any idea that Danny was still alive, or that Ben would show up.
But I knew I had to get my hands on that file, and I had to get it out of Danny's computer.
It was still downloading what Yoshinaga was sending and I was copying it onto the disk (TRUCK DOOR CLOSING) When I heard Ben's truck.
(GUN COCKING) I hoped he wouldn't see me, but when he came in and headed for the computer, I had no choice.
No.
No! I had to make certain that no one would ever be able to access Danny's computer.
Liz? I did it for you.
You know that, don't you? It's what we wanted, together.
But I guess when it came down to it, I wanted it more than you.
Jess! Oh, I wish you could stay for the election.
(SIGHS) Unfortunately, I can't.
I think we can win it all.
Now that you've publicly disavowed Reynolds and hired me as your campaign manager.
Good, huh? Have I got some news! Brett Reynolds and Martin Osborn have just been picked up in Hilo on their federal warrants.
Aloha, Jess.
Thanks for everything.
Be sure to come back next time you need a rest.
(LAUGHS)