Ooh! Smells good.
Yeah, yeah.
Should I wake up Steve?
No, no, no, uh, he and I went out late last night.
Yeah.
Ah... yeah!
What you doing there, you pouring the bacon grease into the batter?
Oh, I'm so glad you're paying attention.
Fat is flavor, son.
Yep, that's, uh, definitely a new one.
Let me tell you a little something about this recipe.
It helped me seal the deal
with the love of my life.
One taste of Mama Bama's waffles
and she knew there was no going back.
Might want to think about that
when it comes time for you to land your own special someone.
Actually, I'm kind of seeing
- someone pretty special right now. - Oh, and how's that going?
It's amazing.
- Sounds like you got it bad. - Yeah, it's...
You know, we've been friends for a long time.
- Mm-hmm. - And I used to lie awake at night,
hoping that it would become
something more, you know, just begging.
And now it has,
I'm still in bed,
lying awake thinking about the different ways
I can screw this thing up.
Well, if that's the case,
you definitely need this recipe.
Yeah, look, we all mess up sometimes.
But when you do, these waffles are like
a get-out-of-jail-free card.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Hey, you want to, uh, walk me through that recipe one more time?
- Sure, sure. - Yeah.
A little more coconut wouldn't be bad.
Yeah, yeah, I got you.
Look at that. Macadamia?
Yeah, nuts. You got it.
Oh, you were killing it out there.
It's a good day for me if I can make it to the bottom
of the wave without eating it.
Yeah, well,
Tani's been giving me some pointers, but
you're no slouch yourself out there, Mr. Noshimuri.
It's okay. Trust me.
I'm used to being second best in the ocean.
My ex-wife was a pro surfer.
And very competitive.
Hey, listen, uh... being away
from Five-O hasn't been easy.
So, you inviting me out like this...
it means a lot, thank you.
Well, I've always known you to be a good guy, Adam.
And you made me feel welcome since day one.
And, for what it's worth, I really
hope Steve puts you back on the team.
You and me both.
Well, just give him time.
You know, Steve, he's smart, he's fair.
I'm sure he's gonna come around.
? This is my fight song ?
- ? Take back my life song... ? - Pretty sure that's you.
? Prove I'm all right song ?
Olivia, hey.
Okay. Calm down, and just tell me what's going on.
Okay, just stay where you are... I am on my way.
- Okay. - Everything okay?
Look, I'm sorry, I got to go.
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Hey.
Hi, good morning. Welcome to Cow Poop Valley.
Population, a lot.
Uh, don't mind her... She was looking at her phone
instead of where she was walking.
There's enough hazards on this job as it is.
Okay.
Uh, presume we have a Vic...
aside from Tani's boots?
Yeah, follow me.
So, uh, last night, HPD received a call from
a nearby ranch owner, who reported that four men
rode through her property on horseback.
They were carrying torches with rifles slung over
their shoulders, and bandanas covering
their faces.
HPD sent officers up
to talk to the ranch owner to see
if anyone had seen or heard anything.
That's what led them to here, where they found this.
Good morning, Noelani.
What can you tell us about the Vic?
Daniel Kekaula, 41 years old.
TOD was roughly 1:00 a.m.
Cause of death was a gunshot wound to the back of the head.
Looks like a few other things
happened to this guy before that.
Yeah, according to CSU,
there's four sets of hoofprints leading up to the house.
The splintered door suggests that the riders kicked
the door in and dragged Mr. Kekaula out here.
After that, the victim suffered a number of serious bone fractures.
Between the rope burns on his wrists, the abrasions
on the back of his head, and the gravel and dirt embedded
into the wounds,
it appears that the victim was
dragged across the ground at a high rate of speed
for at least several minutes.
"Dragged" as in tied behind one of the horses?
Faster! Faster!
You like it back there, boy?
Exactly.
- That'll do it. - The house seems to be undisturbed.
The valuables still inside, so we can rule out a robbery.
What about revenge?
It's possible these guys wanted to make Kekaula
suffer before they killed him.
Or maybe they were trying to get
some info out of him and he wasn't talking.
Well, if that's the case, I wonder what the hell
this guy knew that would make all of this worthwhile?
_
Hey.
Thanks for coming.
Of course.
Where is he?
He didn't come home last night.
I'm sure it's fine.
But what if it's not?
I want you to be honest with me, Olivia.
When was the last time you saw your father?
Three days ago. But that's only because
of his new job.
He has to work crazy hours.
Sometimes even travel.
He left me money for food
a-and he calls every night to check in.
Until last night.
It's not what you think!
He's been staying out of trouble.
He's-he's just...
busy.
Well, you know, this is not getting you out of school.
Go grab your stuff.
I will drive you.
Well, it would appear
that getting dragged behind a horse
was nothing more than a cherry on top
of a cow-patty sundae for your Vic.
How's that?
I've been looking
into Kekaula's finances.
Look, this guy was flat broke.
I mean, the whole nine, maxed-out credit cards,
multiple liens on the property,
overdue mortgage payments.
For the last couple of months, this guy's been going in and out
of every banking institution on the island trying to get a loan
so he can keep his ranch afloat.
They all told him to go pound sand.
Well, this is an all-too-common
story for paniolos these days.
Especially the, uh, the smaller ranch-owners.
Yeah, it's getting harder and harder
to make a living off the land.
Given how brutal
this murder was, I just think the guy
just ran out of legitimate places
to try to borrow money and turned
to some more unsavory types.
Sure, but if this was about recovering a debt,
why didn't they take any of his valuables?
TV, laptop,
anything they could sell for a quick buck.
None of that stuff was touched.
All right, Lou, thanks.
Why don't you keep digging into our Vic,
let us know what you turn up?
Yes, sir.
Hey, boss, so, I, uh, got a pretty good idea
of what our Vic was up to last night before he was killed.
- Uh-huh. - According to Noelani,
he turned up with a blood alcohol level of 0.21.
That's a lot of drinking.
Yeah, I asked around,
and there's a bar not too far from here
where the local paniolos
- like to hang out. - Oh, right.
Yeah, the Cattle Prod.
- What, you know it? - I do,
- I do. - When did you go there?
Oh, you think I had no life before I met you?
All right, why don't you, uh, why don't you two
go down, check this bar out,
see if, uh, anybody saw our victim last night.
This guy was so drunk, it's possible he found
some trouble that followed him home.
Come on, cowboy.
? Livin' in ?
? 'Cause I got friends in low places... ?
Oh, makes sense.
You were, uh, in a biker gang.
Uh, no.
You dated a ranch hand?
Joons, there's no big mystery. It's just a bar.
Sure, it's just a bar
that's an hour away from your house that you're suspiciously
familiar with.
Can I get you guys anything?
Five-O.
- We just need to ask you some questions. - Shoot.
Have I seen you in here before?
Oh, maybe once or twice, long time ago.
Okay.
Do you know this guy?
Not really, no.
But... he was in here last night,
if that's what you're asking.
Guy was in a real partying mood, buying up drinks for everybody.
Not just any old liquor.
- Demolished all my top-shelf tequila. - You know why?
When a customer's flashing cash like that,
I don't ask questions.
- I just serve the drinks. - So, basically,
he was wearing a giant flashing sign that said,
- "Rob me now." - Yeah.
Hey, uh, did you notice if anyone
- followed him out when he left? - Sorry.
It was real busy. I didn't even see him leave.
This guy get in some kind of trouble?
Yeah, you could say that. We're gonna need to see
all the receipts for the credit card transactions
from last night.
Also, if you have any security cam footage...
Yeah.
Hey, now I remember. Tani, right?
You used to come in for the Sunday Night Roundup.
The Sunday Night what now?
The Sunday Night Roundup. That's our
weekly line dancing competition.
Tani here won three weeks in a row.
Four. But who's counting?
So, did you hang up your dancing boots or something?
No. No, I was just... You know, I figured it was time
to give someone else a chance to win.
Also, things ended
with the cowboy who introduced me to this place.
Oh, yeah? Don't tell me.
- He broke your achy breaky heart? - Uh, no.
- He didn't. It was the other way around. - Okay.
Hey, you ought to come back, reclaim your crown.
Although I got to warn you, the competition's gotten stiffer.
Oh, really? Well, if they're coming for the Queen,
they best not miss.
Who are you?
How's softball?
Coach ever move you to left like you wanted?
He did, actually.
Oh. Cool.
Maybe you could come see me play sometime?
I would love to.
But it's complicated.
It's okay.
No, I-I understand.
Here. For lunch.
- No. - No, take it.
Thanks.
Okay, yeah. And I will pick you up after school, too.
So, what time is cheer practice done?
Actually, I-I decided
I didn't want to go out for cheer this year.
What? You were captain last year. What happened?
I don't know. Just...
The other girls, um, aren't very nice.
The money I gave you for cheer uniform.
Did he take it?
It's okay.
Hey. It's okay.
Come on. Off to school.
I'm gonna find him.
These are all the people
who were at the bar last night when Kekaula
- was flashing his cash around. - And none of them
have any priors except for the occasional drunk and disorderly.
We thought at first
that someone might've followed him out, but according to
the security cam footage in the parking lot,
that was not the case.
Kekaula left the bar last night at 10:00 p.m. by himself.
The next person to leave,
uh, didn't leave until 25 minutes later.
All right, well, we need to get phone records
from all these people. It's possible one of them
called the killer and tipped them off.
Okay, hold on. Uh, we're-we're...
we're thinking that this guy got drug behind a horse
because he was flashing some cash around
at a bar? That doesn't make sense to me.
Number one. Number two,
uh, if he was in debt,
what is he celebrating?
All right, everybody. Spread out.
I got a little something for you.
So, I dug a little deeper into the finances of our Vic.
It turns out
he actually did get somebody
to finally loan him some money.
Took out a small business loan
from a local credit union,
and he bought himself some digging and trenching equipment.
For what?
- Irrigation? - Well, that's part of it.
According to the loan officer,
Kekaula got the bright idea
of turning his ranch into a macadamia nut farm.
He even hired some hands to help him turn over the soil.
Well, that makes sense.
I hear there's good money in macadamia farms.
Yes, sir. But here's where the story
- gets a little... - Don't do it.
Nutty.
- Nice one. - There it is.
I caught up with one of the ranch hands
that Kekaula had hired.
The guy tells me that three days ago,
him and his fellow ranch hands were sitting around,
having a smoke break,
when he notices Kekaula with a shovel,
just digging a hole by himself.
All of a sudden, out of the blue,
he turns to 'em, sends 'em all home
for the afternoon.
And then he tells them,
"You don't have to come back, either."
This guy just took out a loan
for all of this brand-new digging and trenching equipment,
and then you let go of the guys
who were supposed to run it for you?
What do you think? He found something on his property,
started this whole thing in motion?
That's exactly what I'm thinking.
As a matter of fact, I'm gonna go out
to the site right now and see what this...
would-be nut farmer was trying to dig up.
All right. Keep us posted.
- What do you say, Duke? - Hey, Cap.
You guys found human remains
- way out here? - Two sets.
Looks like your Vic found this burial site
when he was planting all his macadamia trees.
Would explain why he stopped digging.
That'll do it.
What it doesn't explain, though, is why finding
these two old skeletons would...
got a guy tortured and killed.
Hey. Didn't expect to see you again today.
I need a favor.
Would this have
anything to do with that phone call you received earlier?
I need to track someone down.
- But if you have other plans... - Oh, no, I...
It's okay. My dry cleaning isn't going anywhere.
Course, uh,
might help if I knew who we're looking for.
My ex-husband.
Yeah.
I know. I will explain everything,
but right now I just really need to find him.
Jake, my ex, he used to play in a lot of the local card rooms.
I was hoping you might know some people
who are connected to that scene.
Yeah. Let me make some calls.
Lady and gentleman,
here's what we know.
Now, according to Noelani,
these bones are between 130 and 140 years old.
One male, one female.
Now, these fractures
in the bones in the breastplate, that would indicate
that the female was shot twice in the chest.
And the gentleman has one exit wound
through the top of his skull.
Which would suggest that he was shot
- from under the chin, right? - So we're looking
at a murder-suicide. GROVER: Yeah.
I thought so, too,
but these two were both killed
with two different caliber weapons.
Well, at least we know how they died.
- Where are we at on IDing the remains? - Well, the lab
is running DNA sample through various databases.
But, thanks to property records,
I'm able to tell you who owned
that ranch at the time
those bodies were both buried there.
It was a man by the name
of Abel Ho'okano.
I did a search on his name and found it
in an old article in the Pacific Commercial Advertiser.
Real feel-good story, too.
Here we have a paniolo
who was working as a local ranch hand.
Decided to travel over to the mainland to ply
his trade.
And plying actually went pretty good,
because when he returned to Oahu,
he was flush enough to buy that homestead
and settle down there with his missus.
All right, so, we're thinking the bones we found
- belong to Ho'okano and his wife. - Right.
But if this is what our Vic discovered,
why was he out celebrating?
Finding human remains
on your property means you have to call in the state,
and then they shut down all activity
- to investigate. - In the meantime,
you can't build. You can't ranch or farm.
- It makes the land worthless. - Hmm.
Yo. Yo. So, the lab just called, and they got
a DNA hit on our 130-year-old man.
It was a familial match in one of those genealogy services.
Guy's name is
Kip Ho'okano. He lives here on island.
Well, let's hope that Kip can shed some light on why finding
his ancestor's bones
- is causing all this ruckus. - Yeah, let's hope so.
He's on his way in now.
You're gonna make a left at the light here.
I'm sorry to pull you into all this.
I mean, last thing I wanted to do was have all this
- follow me into my new job. - Hey, hey, hey. Hey, listen,
you don't have to be sorry, okay?
If there's one thing
I understand, it's wanting
to keep your past in the past.
All right. Right up here.
I never thought I'd fall for a guy like him.
Older. Divorced. With a kid.
But he was charming.
And Olivia.
The little family we made.
When did you realize he had a problem?
About four months into our marriage.
I had blinders on.
I missed some pretty obvious red flags.
And then one day, I discovered
that he emptied out our joint bank accounts.
- Hmm. - He promised
that he would pay it back, of course,
but it's not about that.
I mean, how-how do you trust somebody after that?
But even then,
I ended up staying longer than I should have.
Because of Olivia.
Yeah.
Leaving her was the hardest part about that whole thing.
You know, we still keep in touch, of course.
And I see her often enough to make sure
that her dad's staying out of trouble, which he has been.
Until now.
He stole money from his own daughter.
All right? That's a new low.
- If he's willing to do that... - Hey, it's gonna be okay.
You'll see.
We're gonna find him.
Really, thank you.
I'm so sorry to dump
all of this on you.
I mean, I haven't told anybody that I was married,
not even Steve.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not really a sharer.
Oh, yeah.
Nearly impossible to make it here as a rancher these days.
Land's too expensive.
Cheap meat from China's priced everyone out of the market.
That's why I went into accounting.
I wrangle numbers.
This is just to remind me where I come from.
So, how exactly are you
related to Abel Ho'okano?
Oh.
Abel was my great-great-uncle.
If you don't mind me asking,
what's this case you're investigating?
The person who now owns
Abel's land was killed, so we're just
trying to get to the bottom of what happened.
Hmm.
Well, as you probably know, that ranch
hasn't been in my family for over a hundred years,
so... I'm not sure how I can help.
That being said,
I can't say I'm too surprised.
Why's that?
Well, because that land's cursed.
Uh, at least, that's what my father always told me.
Oh, yeah. No, that's why my family sold it.
You know, I typically don't buy into stuff like that,
but that ranch has brought
nothing but heartache to anyone who's ever owned it,
starting with Great-Uncle Abel himself.
So, this...
so-called curse...
Walk us through that, would you?
Well, let's see.
Around 1870 or so,
Abel sets off to the mainland with his friend, Buddy Makoi,
to seek out their fortunes.
Now, they made it to Colorado,
where legend has it
they came into a small fortune of Civil War-era gold coins.
Now, the story that's been passed down
is that they won it through gambling,
although some say violence was involved.
Now, whatever happened, it's a matter of fact that the two of 'em
brought the money home and used it
to buy adjoining ranches in Kaneohe.
Now, see, the problems started
when they couldn't agree on what to do
with the rest of the gold.
And that disagreement eventually turned violent.
Abel's wife was killed
by a member of the Makoi family.
So my great-uncle grabs the rest of the coins
and takes off for the mainland.
He was never seen again.
You know, to this day, there's still bad blood
between the two families over what happened.
That story's lived on for over a century.
At least amongst the Ho'okanos
and the Makois.
Well, Mr. Ho'okano,
I'm afraid that, um, it turns out
your great-uncle never did make it to the mainland.
All right. So,
the family legend got one thing wrong:
Abel Ho'okano didn't flee with the gold.
There's no way he could have.
I mean, his bones reveal that he shot himself
standing in the same grave he dug for his wife.
So if Abel
actually did take this gold to the grave with him,
that would be what our Vic stumbled across
when he was tilling the soil,
a bag of coins that, today, would be worth millions.
Well, it certainly would explain
why he was out celebrating that night.
The guy was up to his eyeballs in debt
- and literally just struck gold. - All right.
Maybe he let slip his discovery to the wrong person,
which explains why he was dragged
around his property until he was murdered.
Somebody was clearly trying to get out of him
where he'd stashed those coins.
Hold on.
Abel Ho'okano's partner from back in the day,
- Buddy Makoi... - What about him?
I've-I've seen that name before.
When we ran the names of everyone who was at the bar
that night with the Vic.
Raymond Makoi. Maybe he's a descendant.
Well, he certainly
would understand the significance of our Vic
finding that gold on that particular property.
The Makoi family ranch...
It's under three miles
from our vic's property.
It's accessible by road
or horseback.
All right. I think it's time we paid the Makois a visit.
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Clear!
Clear.
Okay, they're gone.
Yeah, but wherever they went, it looks like
they took enough firepower to arm a small country.
Steve! Danny!
Look halfway up that second ridge there.
See where I'm pointing?
Ducking behind the tree line now.
Yeah. I made out three, maybe four guys. On horseback.
They probably got a few ahead of 'em.
All right. They got a good head start.
Let's get after 'em.
Good luck getting a squad car up that trail.
No, we're not driving up there.
Maile.
Thank you for meeting me.
You didn't mention you were bringing someone with you.
Listen, the sooner you tell us what we need to know,
quicker we'll be out of your hair, okay?
You know this guy?
Please.
Sure.
Jake. He was coming around here
quite a bit lately, until a few days ago.
And then what happened?
He hit a bad streak.
Or, rather, it hit him.
Haven't seen him since he went bust.
Well, thank you, Maile. That was quick and painless.
You still owe me.
No wonder Olivia hasn't seen him.
Hey. Don't worry.
We'll keep looking until we find him, okay?
You don't understand.
Jake is at his worst when he's chasing a loss.
He gets desperate,
and there's nothing he won't do to keep playing.
We got to find him,
before something bad happens.
For Olivia's sake.
Hey.
I got an idea who might be able to help us. Come on.
All right,
since McGarrett's gonna ride up the trail after these guys,
we're gonna have to cover this route
that goes all the way behind the Kualoa mountain.
So here's what we're gonna do.
The road ends here.
Gonna drive up to this point,
come out and organize a roadblock here.
All right, someone should stay back here at the ranch,
just in case they double back around this way.
Good thinking.
All right. So,
I'm gonna follow their tracks
up this trail right here, all the way to the top.
We can get a vantage point, see which way they went.
Or... this being the 21st century and all... we could get
a chopper in the air and locate them that way.
Foliage is way too dense.
Chopper's just gonna see tree cover.
Who's riding with me? Lou?
- You got experience. - With my back?
Are you kidding? I'll be in bed for the month. No way.
- Junior, let's go. - Oh, I, uh...
I don't mess with horses.
- What? - Yeah.
No. These boots are made for dancing, not riding.
Oh, my God.
Whatever. I'll ride alone.
- Okay? - Whoa, whoa, whoa. What-what am I,
an empty chair? I c... I can ride a-a little trail ride.
Don't you think?
Danny, I've seen you on a horse.
It's not... it's not good.
That was a long time ago. That was, like,
seven years. Maybe I've, uh...
maybe I've progressed as a rider. Okay.
Have you... have you progressed?
I think I have. I've been taking riding lessons with Grace.
It's a father-daughter bonding experience.
Why don't you try to keep up?
All this and they still got time to argue. Isn't that nice?
Well, looks like they're sticking
to the trail.
Yeah. For now.
And you don't have to, um...
you don't have to talk like that.
Excuse me?
You're doing a... like, a James Coburn cowboy thing.
It's not a movie. We're just real life.
You can talk like a person.
All right, if we're talking Pat Garrett
and Billy the Kid, I'm definitely Kristofferson.
Oh. You-you think, between you and I,
you'd-you'd be Kristofferson?
You're definitely not Kristofferson.
Not with that haircut.
Oh, you're gonna go with my physical appearance now.
You know what that is? That is a sure sign
that you have, uh, a lack of confidence in your argument.
Oh, you're still mad at me 'cause I picked you last.
Well, I'm a very good rider.
I-I have a lot of skill on a horse.
So, yeah, I resent, uh,
your assumption to the, uh...
- to the contrary. - Uh-huh.
You know what, I can, um...
I can hear you at night.
- Why don't you get some earplugs? - No, I mean
I-I hear you walking around, pacing back and forth.
I know you're not sleeping.
- So what? - I just...
Maybe you want to talk, tell me what's going on.
Uh, you just said it. I'm not sleeping right now.
That's it. Nothing left to say.
But it's a new thing. I mean, when I moved in
a couple months ago, it wasn't like that.
So I wondered if maybe something changed, something going on.
I got a lot on my mind.
That's it. Okay?
Okay. Well, like I said,
I'm here if you want to talk, you know?
And even when I don't to, huh?
I appreciate it. Thank you.
Uh-huh.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is it?
Looks like they split up here.
I think I know why.
Don't move.
Stand up.
Slow. Slow. Turn around.
Cuff him, Danno.
- Kaipo, brah. - Grab his radio, Danno.
- Heard the shots. What's going on? - All right, that's your cue, Kaipo.
You're gonna tell him you saw two cops, you shot 'em both.
No? Okay.
Well, the next two shots might not be in the air, so...
it's up to you.
Hey, Uncle Ray.
I just saw two cops, brah.
I took 'em both out.
Good. Grab their weapons and meet us at the cabin.
Roger that.
Good job. Why don't we go see Uncle Ray at the cabin now?
Only a few joints on the island,
they will let you gamble on credit.
Them bad news, brah.
Those the kind of vultures who charge ten points a week.
And, trust me,
you cannot pay,
those ten points outnumber your fingers so fast.
Do you know anyone who works at those games
or can at least get eyes on them?
Come on, sistah.
I always got friends in low places.
You know where Jake took me on our second date?
Olivia's soccer game.
Most guys, they would've waited months before they introduced me
to their kid.
And when I mentioned that to him,
he said he didn't want to waste time.
Olivia was always gonna be the center of his world.
And if I wasn't on board with that,
he wanted to know sooner rather than later.
He can be such a good dad.
Warm, kind.
Loving.
All the things
I always wished that my father was, but I never got from him.
I guess maybe that's why I was so drawn to him.
See?
Sharing isn't so bad, is it?
It's Olivia.
- What do I tell her? - Just tell her what you'd want to hear.
Olivia. Hey.
No. We haven't found him yet, but, um...
but I'm thinking that we have a good idea of where he might be.
That's right.
Everything will be okay.
I'll keep you posted, I promise.
Okay, bye.
You handled that great.
Yeah.
I just hope I won't have to take it all back later.
Whoa.
There's a cabin through the trees there.
How many inside?
Hey.
Three.
Here.
Shh.
Let's take up cover behind those rocks over there,
see what we can see.
Changing!
Moving.
- I'm out. - I got three bullets left.
What do we got?
- I count seven of 'em. - Seven of 'em.
Three bullets. That's great.
I got a plan.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Am I gonna hate it? - Well...
Aah!
All right, what's the plan?
Take this.
You can use the three bullets and lay down some cover.
Oh, okay. What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna improvise. - Whoa, whoa. You're gonna improvise?
That's not a plan! That's the opposite of a plan, you...
nincompoop!
On your right! Look out!
Hi.
Why'd you leave the cabin?
- That wasn't part of the plan. - Oh.
Uh, no, you told me to improvise, so I improvised.
Fine.
Uh...
I want an apology
for calling me a nincompoop.
You're a nincompoop.
You're welcome.
You okay?
- Yes. - Good. Good.
- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah.
How in the hell did the two of you do all of this?
We improvised.
- The two of you? - Yeah, it's a-a...
long story. Um, we ran out of bullets,
and Steve did something with a rope.
What about what started all this?
- The gold... what happened to it? - We got our hands
on one of their scouts at one point.
He, uh, told us they came up here
to stash the gold. Of course,
everything they went through to get it, they weren't
gonna give it back, so, uh, he never told us where they put it.
So you're saying that there's millions
of dollars worth of coins up here,
- you don't know where it is? - Well,
Steve killed everybody, so there's no one really to ask.
Yeah. 'Cause I was kind of focused on saving our asses, not getting us
booked on Antiques Roadshow, but, you know.
Well, I guess that gold is just gonna stay lost for maybe
another 130 years.
Assuming word doesn't get out that it's here,
in which case, these hills are gonna be
crawling with wannabe Indiana Joneses.
Well, it sounds like a problem for tomorrow. For right now,
we need to get you guys down this mountain
so that, uh, we get out of here before dark, all right?
Oh, hey, uh,
do you think the horses'll fit on the ATVs or... ? No.
Uh...
It's 200 to buy in.
Actually, I'm here for him.
Quinn.
Oh, uh, hey, hey, I, um...
I can explain this.
Quinn, um...
Get up.
Yeah, I... I don't know how the time...
Get. Up.
Oh, Quinn, I am so sorry.
I was on a run, and I lost track of time.
And I gave Olivia money, and she's bigger now,
so she's-she's fine.
Three days. You left her alone for three days!
- Turn around. - Cops?
Turn around!
Come on, Q, hey. Hey, just relax.
You don't have to do this.
We-we don't need to get anybody else involved.
You're being booked on a misdemeanor gambling charge.
I will post your bond, make sure you just get probation
on the condition that you enter a program
and stick to it this time.
Okay, then.
I-I need help.
I know it. I know it.
I can admit it, okay? I need help.
But you don't need to do this, Quinn.
You're right.
It doesn't have to be this way,
but I am doing this for Olivia, and
you are lucky that I am not charging you
with child endangerment.
But make no mistake... Next time, I will. Move.
You mess up again, you will go to jail,
and you will lose your daughter.
You will have custody of your daughter revoked!
Quinn, I'm sorry. Hey, I'm sorry, Quinn.
I'm sorry, okay?
Don't do this.
Quinn?! Q?
Here, just talk to me.
Hey, just... Don't leave!
Quinn, just talk to me!
You okay?
Hey.
Whoa.
You know, I've always taken sunsets for granted.
Probably 'cause I figured I'd see a million more.
But just 'cause you see something every day
doesn't make it any less special, huh?
In fact,
I think those are the things that you're gonna miss the most
in the end, you know?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
You know, I-I think about sunsets,
I think about, um, the sun setting,
which means it's gonna go down,
which means it's gonna be dark, and then,
we'd have to sleep in the... in the woods here, which...
- Can I... can I savor this moment? - You-you can have the moment.
- Just for a second. - Yeah, take the moment.
You have the moment, I'll go find
a squirrel to grill for dinner.
- Does that sound appetizing? - A squirrel.
Ten years. You've been here ten years?
- Mm-hmm. - You ever once seen a squirrel, Danny?
Hmm-mm.
No, 'cause there are none.
How have you not learned that?
- I-I guess I'm a slow learner. - Uh-huh.
If I wasn't, I probably would have gotten
a new partner a long time ago, you know?
Yeah.
Admit it, Danny.
You're gonna miss this when it's done.
Yeah, maybe, but I would never say it out loud.
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