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Yes, it's gonna be a very interesting
exhibit, Lupin, very interesting.

I doubt it'll be a gold mine
for pickpockets, though.

How many people in Honolulu
have ever heard of netsuke?

Ojime? Inro?

Well, that's one of the reasons
for the exhibition, Mr. March.

It's an admirable art form
and we'd like it to be more appreciated.

Who set that spotlight there,
please?

See, there's a glare here.
You can't see a thing.

Would...?
Please, come and fix it, please.

Yes, we wanna see the pieces,
not our own reflections.

Think you're lighting
a nightclub girlie show.

Some of these pieces
are nothing more than tourist novelties,

but some of them are superb artistry
and great value.

- For instance...
- Just a minute, Lupin.

"Collection
of Mr. Steven McGarrett."

- Steve McGarrett, the policeman?
- Yes. Yes, indeed.

There's some very fine pieces too.

Well, it's a modest collection.

I think he started collecting
in the Korean War

when he was with the Navy
stationed in Japan.

He's added to it over the years.

- Valuable?
- Well, to him, yes, extremely.

I'm fascinated.

Steve McGarrett.

Well, I'd very much like to see it.

Well, it'll be here
by tomorrow afternoon.

I'm supervising the packing of it myself
in the morning.

Are you, Lupin, are you?

I grow more fascinated
by the moment.

- You telephoned me, Mr. March?
- Yes, Suzari. Yes, come in. Come in.

Now, can you imagine
where I have just been?

Gustave Lupin's exhibition
at the Museum of Oriental Art.

Now, what discovery do you suppose
I made while I was there, Suzari?

I'm composed entirely of ears,
Mr. March.

McGarrett collects netsuke.
What do you think of that?

This interfering and irritating quidnunc
of a cop is a collector.

Could you be more surprised,
Suzari?

You may perceive my astonishment,
Mr. March.

I can't perceive anything through those
bottle bottoms you use for glasses,

but I will accept your statement
on its face value.

Now, my good friend,

can you guess what I propose to do
with this interesting discovery?

Something of great benefit to us all,
I am sure.

And you are so right.

What did the governor say, Steve?

Well, it took him half an hour,
but what it boils down to is lots of luck.

No cooperation?

Well, he said he'd like to cooperate,

but apparently, it's Washington
who considers the whole thing trivial.

Smuggling is smuggling
and theft is a rip-off.

When is it not trivial?

Well, it's the Mona Lisa, I guess,

not 50 or 1002-inch-high
Japanese carvings

whose names nobody
can pronounce.

Does he know we have
that diplomatic courier taped?

If we'd been able to search luggage,
we would have found the goods.

Danno, I told him that.

I told him that courier might have led
us to the head of the whole operation

if we had only been allowed
to question him.

But the courier
has diplomatic immunity and...

Well, the waiver would have to come
from his own embassy.

So we have to watch a smuggling ring
operate right under our noses

and there's nothing we can do about it,
is that it?

Well,

not quite Danno. Not quite.

Those pieces are being fenced
to someone here in Hawaii

before they're being shipped
to the mainland.

Now, let's find the dealer
of stolen property.

He doesn't have
diplomatic immunity.

If we can nail that fat cat,
we can shut the whole operation down.

Professor Masaaki.

A pleasure to meet you, sir.

Yes, yes.
And you are Mr. August March.

I was admiring
some of your collection.

This one is exquisite.

Unsigned,
but an undoubted Tomotaro.

I will stake everything on it.

You are correct, sir.
It is definitely a Tomotaro.

I can't quite adequately express
my gratitude

at your coming here, professor.

Now, I know it wasn't easy
to leave your duties

at the University of Yokohama.

Not at all.

May I be allowed a question?

Please, please.

What a beautiful collection.

We have not met before this.

Why have you made this astonishingly
generous invitation to me?

I should think
that would be self-evident, professor.

You are an acknowledged expert

in the field
of 18th to 19th century Oriental art.

Our museum is opening
an exhibition tomorrow

that I thought you would not want
to miss.

I have read of the exhibition,
Mr. March.

But pardon my seeming
lack of gratitude,

but it seems to me it will be
a somewhat humble display.

I am quite convinced
that you will find certain pieces in it

that will more than repay
the inconvenience I've caused you.

Well, may I hasten to assure you
again,

there has been no inconvenience.

I am delighted.

Shall we have lunch?

- I am honored.
- No, no, no.

It is I who am honored.

Where are you now, miss?

All right, I'll tell you what. Do you know
where the Kapiolani War Memorial is?

Good.
I'll meet you there in 15 minutes.

What was your name again, please?

Thank you.

Duke?

I just got a call
from a Malinda Grant.

Says she's a friend
of Kim Chung Lo.

The diplomatic courier
we tried to arrest.

Yeah.

I'm going to meet her.

She won't talk over the phone,
but she says it's important.

Good luck.

- Miss Grant?
- Yes.

- You must be...
- Dan Williams, Five-0.

I really don't think
we should stay here.

Is there anywhere we can go?

Well, let's just walk.

You have something to tell me
about Kim Chung Lo?

Yes, I have a message for you.

Perhaps I should tell you
that Kim and I are in love,

and we've been living together
for over a year now.

I see.

And after what happened the other day
and all that publicity,

well, his embassy is recalling him.

He doesn't wanna go.

Because of you?

Well, he does have a wife and a child
at home.

But he wants to stay here with me.

He wants to ask for political asylum,
but...

But he knows he won't get it

unless he's willing to tell exactly his
involvement with the smuggling ring.

Yes. And then they'll kill him,
won't they?

Well, they'll certainly try.

I've asked him to come to the police,

and I've said that they'd protect him,
but he says that he doesn't dare.

So I've come.

Mr. Williams, if Kim tells you
everything that he knows,

will he be given asylum
and will he be protected?

He'll be given asylum
and he'll be protected.

I'll see to that personally
and then I'll pin a medal on him.

- Do you know where to reach her?
- I have her address and number.

- Legitimate?
- I checked it out myself.

Good. How'd you leave her?

We'll meet again tomorrow
if she's satisfied with our assurances.

Danno, she can have my assurance
in writing and in blood.

She'll contact her boyfriend.

If he agrees, she'll call either Duke
or me and arrange for us to meet him.

Okay. This could be the break
we're waiting for.

Now, you and Duke stick close
to the phones.

Yeah? McGarrett.

Who?

All right, put him on.

Museum.

Yes, Mr. Lupin.

Mr. McGarrett,
a disaster has just taken place.

What happened, Mr. Lupin?
What's the problem?

A catastrophe, Mr. McGarrett.

You must come at once.

Will you calm down, please?

Have you notified the police?

No, no, no, it is not a matter
for the police, it is a matter for you.

Mr. McGarrett,
it is of the utmost importance.

You must come here at once.

Very well, Mr. Lupin. I'm on my way.

What is it, Steve?

Museum. Some disaster.

Hold the fort, will you, Danno?

Can I see Mr. Lupin, please?

- Mr. McGarrett.
- Yes, Mr. Lupin.

All right, I don't see any catastrophe,
any disaster.

Now, what's the problem?

Would you follow me, please,
Mr. McGarrett?

Mr. McGarrett,

this gentleman is Professor Masaaki
of the University of Yokohama.

- Oh, yes, I've heard of you, professor.
- I am most honored.

Is there some problem?

There would seem to be,
Mr. McGarrett.

My name is August March.
We've not met before this.

Yes, Mr. March.

Gentlemen, now that I'm here,

will somebody kindly explain to me
why I'm here?

- Professor?
- Well, Mr. McGarrett,

I'm sure there
is a perfectly satisfactory explanation,

but this netsuke in your collection,
Wooden Model of a Rat,

was stolen six months ago
from the Yokohama museum.

It is valued at $12,000,

and has been the subject of
the most intensive international search

since its disappearance.

It is a matter
of the most extreme puzzlement to me

that it should be discovered
in the private possession

of the chief of the state police
of Hawaii.

All right, open the case, please.

- Is this the rat you're referring to?
- Yes, that one.

This is a Tomokazu that I bought
in Japan in a flea market in 1951

during the Korean War.

Excuse me, please, it is lttan.

It is signed on the side,

and it was stolen from the
Yokohama Museum six months ago.

All right, fellas. Ladies and gentlemen,
fall back, will you?

Since when does the paper send
a whole team

to cover the opening
of an art exhibition?

Mr. McGarrett, is it true
you're investigating a ring of smugglers

who specialize
in Oriental art objects?

Yes, it is.

How's it coming?

Steve, what the hell is all this about?

Well, according to this story, I've been
adding to my personal collection

with pieces seized
during our smuggling investigation.

What do you think of that, John?

My phone
has been ringing off the hook

and Western Union stock has probably
jumped ten points since this morning.

- Was that piece stolen, Steve?
- Yes, of course it was.

- But not by me.
- Well, naturally, not by you.

How in the world did it get
to be a part of your collection?

I don't know, John,
but it's not part of my collection.

- It's not?
- No.

No, mine was not an lttan.

He's the one
who carved the stolen piece.

Mine was a Tomokazu.

Now, they both carved a lot of animals,
including rats.

And they're quite similar
until you study them carefully.

Well, how did the stolen one
get into the exhibit and why?

I can't tell you how, John,

but the why is easy.

We've been on this smuggling
investigation now for months.

I guess that somebody's beginning
to feel the heat around here,

so they arranged this.

Not the first time they tried
to set me up.

The quickest way and the best way
to cut an investigation short

is to make a crook out
of the investigator.

It's an old, old ploy.

But I've got a posse of editors
and senators and outraged do-gooders

hunting for your scalp right now.

Beginning to bother you, John?

Don't know your old friend yet?

Steve, please understand.
I've gotta follow it through.

Of course.
What do you think I'd want you to do?

I arrived at Mr. McGarrett's apartment
at 9:00 Tuesday morning

to pack his collection.

Did you pack everybody's collection
personally?

Of course not.

It was merely a gesture of respect,
an act of courtesy.

I see.

What did you do after you packed
the pieces?

I remained there
until the armored truck arrived,

which it did at 10:15.

I then supervised the placing
of the collection in the armored truck,

ascertained that the vehicle
was locked securely

and then I returned here.

You didn't accompany
the collection?

Mr. Williams,
I am the director of this museum.

I don't ride about Honolulu in trucks.

I beg your pardon.

Okay, you came back here
to wait for the collection.

What time did it arrive?

Eleven-o-five.

- And what did you do then?
- Well, I unpacked it,

I catalogued it

and then placed it in its case out there
in the main hall.

So in other words, Mr. Lupin,
from 9:00 Tuesday

until Professor Masaaki's discovery
of the stolen rat,

only you and the men
in the armored car

- were anywhere near that collection.
- Exactly.

I'd like to see the list
when you unpacked the collection.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you may, you may.

It will bring you little joy, I'm afraid.

Number 19, I believe,
is the item of primary interest to you.

I was there when Lupin packed
the pieces.

I watched him wrap
that Tomokazu of mine.

So, what it amounts to

is that sometime
between the packing at my place

and the unpacking at the museum,
somebody made a switch.

And that Tomokazu of mine
turned into a stolen lttan.

Wanted, one sorcerer.

No. No, Danno.

Wanted, one smuggler.

This department is not going to expend
its energies

on trying to solve
a personal problem of mine,

but neither can we ignore
the obvious conclusion

that that netsuke stolen
from the Yokohama Museum

was smuggled into Honolulu.

If we can find the man
who received it,

we'll be in direct contact
with the head of this whole operation.

Now, that makes it a little more
than a personal investigation

to clear my name.

- Steve?
- Yeah, Duke, what do you got?

I just got a call from Miss Grant.
She's accepted your assurances.

She says she'll talk to her boyfriend
later today.

We ought to get a definite answer
by tomorrow.

- Well, that's something anyway.
- Steve?

- Yeah.
- Masaaki's holding a news conference

outside of the museum.

They're televising it now.

- Oh, here we go.
- Mr. Masaaki...

I have made no accusation...

Mr. Masaaki, was the netsuke stolen,
Mr. Masaaki,

- and if it wasn't...?
- Netsuke, young man, netsuke.

And my name
is pronounced Masaaki.

Can you prove that this statuette
or whatever it is,

is really stolen
from the Yokohama Museum?

I have just telephoned my colleague
in Yokohama, Dr. Hayabusa.

He will fly here at once
with photographs of the lttan model

and newspaper articles telling
of the theft.

You will all be able then to judge for
yourselves that I am telling the truth.

Can you tell us, professor,
how the stolen piece came

into McGarrett's possession?

I cannot.
But I will say one thing to all of you.

Mr. McGarrett is known
throughout the world

as a man of the highest principles
and impeccable honesty.

To even suggest that he might be
in any way

be connected
with the theft of the lttan

would be a gross insult.

Mr. Masaaki, is there gonna be
an investigation...?

Can you tell us more
about the netsuke?

Is there gonna be...?

I've never been called a thief
more politely in my whole life.

Isn't it perfect, Suzari?
Absolutely perfect.

It's like winding up a doll.

All we had to do was invite him here

and then sit back
and watch him operate.

Independent of us.

Fantastic, don't you agree?

I agree most wholeheartedly,
Mr. March.

However, there is one thing I believe
that you will as wholeheartedly agree

is not so fantastic
nor even slightly desirable.

It must be serious.

I've noticed your sentences
tend to become long and dreary

whenever you come here
to discuss something serious.

It is of utmost seriousness.

I've heard that Kim Chung Lo will be
recalled from his consulate post here.

Well, I'm not surprised.

He was almost apprehended.

His country's undoubtedly
embarrassed over the incident.

And he'll probably get those ears of
his roundly boxed when he gets come.

Oh, he plans not to go home.

He has a mistress here
he wishes not to leave.

He plans, I am told, to defect.

You're right.

It is serious.

And if he defects,

he talks, correct?

He'll sing like
the proverbial nightingale.

You're a poet, Suzari.

However, the situation right now
won't be served by poetry.

Check your sources carefully
and if there's no mistake,

see that the nightingale
of your native land shuts up for good.

Very good, Mr. March.

I will do exactly as you say.

Sit down, please.

- He says he'll talk to you.
- Good.

But what guarantee does he have?

In here is a new passport,
his picture, another name.

Also a checkbook and a
savings account, in the new name,

at a bank on the big island,

and the key to an apartment
in a housing complex at Hilo,

together with a lease
showing that he's been living there

for the past eight months.

Once he tells us all he knows,
he simply vanishes.

Kim Chung Lo disappears forever.

Only you and we
will ever know where he is.

And if he decides to move
when his lease expires,

then we won't know.

Okay.

I think we better leave.

- Yes?
- Mr. March asked me

to come and see you.

- May I come in?
- Yes.

Single shot in the right temple,
Steve.

And a suicide note to his wife,
apparently,

apologizing for the shame he's brought
to her, their children, his country.

Danno, the man was about to ask
for political asylum,

he was about to tell us
who was fencing the stolen pieces

he was smuggling into this country.

Now, why the sudden switch?

What about the girl
he was in love with?

No.

Now, suicide note or no suicide note,
I want this treated as a homicide

until somebody can prove to me
that it wasn't.

Right.

Is this your buddy from Yokohama?

This is Dr. Hayabusa
of the Yokohama Museum.

Doc, you got the proof with you
that McGarrett stole that rat?

Nobody has implied
that Mr. McGarrett...

Dr. Hayabusa,
what have you brought with you?

Dr. Hayabusa...

- Steve, it just hit the fan.
- What have I missed?

A press conference
at the Museum of Oriental Art.

Another one? That museum hasn't
had so much publicity since it opened.

What happened now?

Masaaki's friend, Hayabusa,
presented a list

of all the articles stolen from
Yokohama Museum during that theft

and that rat was only a part of it.

What else was taken?

A masterpiece, it looks like.

Ivory crane, signed Mitsuhiro.

Valued $14,000.

John, I recovered that piece
three months ago

on a raid on a local dealer.

Now, that was returned to the museum
in Yokohama.

We have a receipt for it.

Exactly. That piece was recovered.
Your rat wasn't.

Don't you see what that looks like?
You kept the piece for yourself.

Oh, come on, John.

If I were so stupid as to have taken
the piece in the first place,

do you think I'd be doubly stupid

by putting it on display
with my name on it?

I don't think so.
But who knows what a jury will think?

The damaging fact is
the piece was found in your collection

and you can't explain
how it got there.

You just mentioned a jury?

Steve, I've gotta present this evidence
before a grand jury.

I've got no choice.

It is clearly a possible case
of grand theft art.

You're all heart, John.

And August March paid
your plane fare both ways...

...and he's footing the bill
for all this as well.

Mr. March is a very generous man.

He must also be quite
a wealthy one too.

You sound as if you didn't know him
very well.

Oh, but, Mr. Williams,
I had never met him until I arrived in...

You and March didn't know
each other until you met him here?

Exactly.

Professor, tell me how you...

How did you first notice the stolen
model in Steve McGarrett's collection?

Oh, yes. Mr. March had sent his car

to take me
to the opening of the exhibition.

He sent his car to pick you up?

As I say,
his generosity is boundless.

I'd have to agree with that.

Okay, you went to the museum...

Yes.

The opening was to be at 1:00.

There was to be a special showing
a short time before that

for special guests and the press.

And the press? It's unusual, isn't it?

I should think so, yes.

A small exhibition of netsuke, ojime,
inro, miniatures,

special items of interest only
to a small group of collectors.

So why should there be
so many reporters and photographers?

It's a good question.

Okay, professor, you went in the hall,
you looked around...

And I came in front of Mr. McGarrett's
collection and saw the lttan.

- You recognized it at once?
- The instant my eyes fell upon it.

Was March with you
at that moment?

Let me think.

He might have been,
but I am not certain.

What I mean was,
he didn't particularly draw you

towards McGarrett's collection?

Oh, no, no.

I'm quite certain that the discovery
was made entirely unaided by myself.

I see.

Well, thank you, professor.

I cannot see how a mystery can
be made of my invitation to Masaaki.

After all, I am a fellow of the museum
here in Honolulu.

I'm also a patron of the museum
in Yokohama.

What could be more natural
than to invite a man of his reputation

to see our exhibit?

As to my great munificence
and generosity,

I maintain those rooms at the hotel

for the convenience
of my business associates,

and I use my company credit card
for the airline tickets.

Both are charged as expenses.
The tax deduction is enormous.

I pad my accounts outrageously.

- Should I be telling you this?
- You already have.

What line of business are you in,
Mr. March?

Something to do with the arts.

Alas, it is so prosaic,
it shames me to refer to it.

I sell tractors.

- Tractors?
- Imagine.

August March,
the great patron of the arts,

how does he make his living?

By selling tractors, cultivators,
earthmovers,

and other sorts
of agricultural implements.

- Business must be pretty good.
- Oh, it's fantastic.

Branches everywhere.

Manila, Singapore, Yokohama,
everywhere.

To the world,

I am August March,

a hard-nosed two-fisted
business tycoon

with a 90-digit computer for a heart.

But to August March,
who is August March?

A man

who is happy only when he is at home,
among his beautiful works of art.

Yeah.

All of which he can afford

only because
he has inherited the ability

to sell more devices that dig holes
in the ground than anybody else.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Don't say it never snows
in Honolulu, Steve.

I've just been in a blizzard.

That August March
is something else.

Fill me in, Danno.

Well, for openers,

he's a patron
of the Yokohama Museum

where the theft occurred.

Secondly, he's a fellow of the Museum
of Oriental Art here in Honolulu

where the piece was discovered.

Three, Professor Masaaki
who discovered the piece.

March flew him here.

Sure gets around.
Saipan, Sydney, Manila, Singapore.

Wait a minute. Manila?

Yeah, he has a branch office there.

Manila?

Merchant Seaman Dan Muzekian,
do you remember him?

Yeah, he's the one who smuggled

the stolen ivory crane netsuke
into the country.

Yeah, it was a Mitsuhiro crane.

Anyway, Muzekian claimed

that somebody approached him
in Manila just before his ship sailed

and offered him a hundred dollars
to bring a package back into Honolulu.

Boy, how dumb can you get, huh?

Muzekian got caught
by the U.S. Customs

and, of course,
the contact never showed up.

Oh, something else, Steve.

- What's that?
- I checked a few city desks.

They all got calls
the day of the exhibit,

suggesting they send photographers
and reporters.

Whoever it was said something
interesting might happen.

A little obvious, wasn't it?

I think it's time we ran a check
on Mr. August March, Danno.

- McGarrett.
- Steve, Chin.

I've made two trips in that armored car
from your apartment to the museum.

Now, each one
was within five minutes of the time

it took them to move your collection.

There's no way that truck
could have stopped anywhere,

except for a traffic light.

Okay, Chin. Thank you.

The pieces weren't switched
during packing because I was there.

And Lupin unpacked the case.

Well, let's find out if he was alone
when he unpacked it, Danno.

But consider this possibility.

What if the substitution was made
by somebody

who was already in the armored car,

someplace between my apartment
and the museum?

By somebody who was hiding
in the back, let's say, huh?

Were the pieces packed separately,

like moving men pack cups
and saucers?

The usual way, tissue paper
and then some plastic popcorn.

Then whoever switched them
had to know which one it was in

- unless he unwrapped all of them.
- Yeah.

Or...

Or unless that particular piece
was marked.

Which puts it right back
into the lap of Mr. Gustave Lupin.

Mr. Williams, I have answered
every question you have asked me.

I have told you all I know
about this matter.

Just a couple more questions,
that's all.

A couple?

Two?

Yes.

Very well. Two.

Two questions and no more.

What are they?

When you unpacked and catalogued
McGarrett's collection,

- were you alone?
- I was alone, Mr. Williams.

And that door was securely locked.

I see.

Mr. Lupin,
you unpacked the collection,

you packed the collection.

Why is it you didn't notice that one
of the pieces was the stolen lttan?

Mr. Williams, netsukes
are not my major field. Now...

Did you come directly back
from Steve's apartment?

- You said two questions.
- Did you stop somewhere on the way?

- Mr. Williams...
- Maybe at August March's house.

I won't answer.

You said two questions.
I answered both of them.

- I have said all I intend to say.
- Yeah. I think you have.

Thank you.

Lupin, Lupin, you're overwrought.
You're overwrought.

Sit down and let me pour you a drop
to cool your fears and your fevers.

Now, I tell you, they suspect me.

They suspect you too.

I could see the direction his questions
were taking.

They are men of small minds, Lupin.

Naturally, they suspect you.
And me. And everybody.

That's the way they solve crimes.

They consider everyone guilty.

When you cast your net over every fish
in the pond,

you can't avoid catching
the one you're after.

Now, will you sit down and relax?

No, I will not relax.

Oh, and what will you do instead?

Nothing.

I will have nothing more to do
with this whole affair.

I came here only to tell you
that I have washed my hands

of this whole dirty business.

As of now, I will have nothing more
to do with it.

As you wish.

I hadn't contemplated calling on you
for additional services in any case.

Well, it's just as well.

I'm sure it is. Now will you sit down
and have a drink?

No.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Lupin.

Suzari.

Take off your magnifying glasses
and put on your thinking cap.

You are to make me a masterpiece.

Our overly fidgety
and tiresomely tense director

of the Museum of Oriental Art.

Mr. Gustave Lupin.

Lupin lived alone except for a cook
and a houseboy.

The houseboy let in a visitor
around 9:30 last night.

Any description?

An Oriental gentleman
wearing thick glasses

between 40 and 50.

Well, that's a big help.

Oriental between 40 and 50
wearing thick glasses. Anything else?

Lupin excused the houseboy
for the evening.

He has a room and a bath above
the garage, separate from the house.

He didn't see anything,
he didn't hear anything.

When he came down this morning,

there was Lupin,
hanging in the living room.

Danno,
right now more than anything else,

I want you to find
that Oriental gentleman

between 40 and 50
with thick glasses.

This is all we've got left.

I don't know what use they'll be
to you.

They're only inventories dating
to 1968.

You never know, miss. Thank you.

Oh, by the way,

this seems to be Mr. Lupin's
engagement book for this year.

January, February and March
are all filled in.

April and May,
they're completely blank.

His appointment starts in again
the 1 st of June.

Mr. Lupin was out of the country
during April and May.

Oh, and why was that?

He always traveled
during those months.

Visiting museums,
inspecting collections,

making acquisitions
for the museum.

I see. Where did he go?

That would be
under foreign itinerary.

Foreign itinerary?

Here it is.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Manila?

May 8th through May 14th.

I remembered something here.

"On May 12th, I was approached

on Avenida Street near Azcarraga
in Manila

by a man who offered me
a hundred dollars

if I'd carry a package to Honolulu
for him."

This is the testimony
of Seaman Dan Muzekian

at his preliminary hearing.

Has Muzekian been transferred to
a federal prison on the mainland yet?

Not yet.

Take this photograph of Lupin out
to Halawa Jail.

- And see if he recognizes him.
- Okay, Steve.

Che Fong is looking
at some blood samples now.

He ought to have something for you
pretty soon.

In the meantime, look at these.

Look at these rope marks,
how deeply they've cut into the tissue.

It's like tire tracks.

Fascinating, doctor.
What am I looking for?

It's what you won't find.

Blood.

No bleeding from these abrasions,
not a drop.

He was dead before the rope
was put around his neck?

That's exactly what I mean.

It's called killing yourself
the hard way.

That's him.

The man that approached you
in Manila?

Yeah, that's him.

- Che.
- Yeah?

Oh, here you are.

Say, did Doc Bergman mention finding
any needle marks on the cadaver?

No. Needle marks?

He died of an overdose of drugs,
a massive overdose.

Now, either Lupin was a drug addict

or someone held him down
and pumped him full.

A drug addict.

I'm quite certain, Mr. McGarrett,

that you didn't come here
to admire my collection,

but now that you're here,
what do you think?

You're right,
I didn't come here to admire it.

But now that I'm here,

I wouldn't mind examining bills of sale
for all of these objects.

I resent that.

Unlike your collection,
Mr. McGarrett,

mine has never come
under the scrutiny of a grand jury.

Not yet.

In order to make your visit
as brief as possible,

I should like to state categorically

that I have no knowledge
of your personal problem

with the Tomokazu netsuke.

I can shed no light
on your continuing investigation

into the smuggling of artworks,

and I'm completely unaware of any
reason for Gustave Lupin's suicide.

Murder.

- Pardon me.
- You said suicide.

Your friend, Lupin, was murdered.

Poor baby.

I had no idea.

And Kim Chung Lo was murdered.

I'm afraid I know nothing
of any Kim Chung Lo.

You do now, Mr. March.

You know two things about him:

That he was murdered
and that I know he was murdered.

Think about it.

It sounds authentic, Steve.

Lupin was mainlining H
to the tune of $200 a day.

The museum paid him 22,000
a year.

Well, that wouldn't get him very far.

No, but it's getting us someplace.

- Steve?
- Yeah, Duke, what do you got?

I think this answers the description.
It's still wet.

There's a back view of him
going into March's house

about an hour before this,

and six or seven shots of delivery vans
and other people,

but I thought you'd wanna see this one
right away.

Yeah. Oriental.

Forty to 50, thick glasses, all right.

Okay.

Show this picture
to Lupin's houseboy.

If he confirms the fact that this is
the man who visited Lupin last night,

I want a 24-hour stakeout on March's
house and I want this man picked up.

We've got a pretty good make on you,
Suzari.

You've been placed in Lupin's home

within three hours of the coroner's
estimate of the time of his death.

Now, that's enough to hold you on
right there.

We want more.

I wanna know the full involvement
of your employer, March,

in the smuggling of artworks
in and out of Hawaii.

Mr. March is not my employer,
he's merely...

Merely what?

- Acquaintance.
- You can call him anything you want.

I wanna know where he stands.

I wanna know where he stands
in this operation.

Is he running it alone?

Does he have an organization?

I don't know anything
about an organization.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Okay, Suzari,
let me explain something to you.

You're facing a murder rap.

Maybe two.

Murder in the first degree.

Now, I can throw the book at you.

I have enough evidence to put you
away for the rest of your natural life.

Steve.

Yeah, Danno.

My God.

Yeah?

Hang on, John.

Steve, it's Manicote.

Yeah, John?

Yeah, I just read it.

No, no, I understand.

No sorrier than I am.

I have a few loose ends to tie up,

and I'll surrender myself
in the morning.

Right.

Okay, John.

Okay.

Where have you been? I called you.
I said come at once.

I was stopped at the gate.

- By whom?
- Mr. McGarrett's men.

They took me with them
to his office.

And he questioned me.
He questioned me at great length.

- He questioned you? About what?
- About you, Mr. March.

And smuggling,
the consulates, the merchant marine.

He questioned me
and he threatened me.

Threatened you?

About what?

About the killings
of Mr. Lupin and Mr. Kim.

And then he let me go.

Why did he do that?

Because of this, Mr. March.

He's no longer the police, Mr. March,
as you can see.

So he cannot question me anymore.

But even before this,
when he was allowed to question me,

I told him nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

So you see,
your plan has worked to perfection.

McGarrett's been indicted.

Suzari.

Suzari.

In a world growing dark

with treachery and boorishness,

you remain a searchlight of loyalty
and good breeding.

How am I ever to repay you,
my good friend,

for all your many services
on my behalf?

You will give me the rat, Mr. March.

What rat?

The rat of McGarrett's you had me
substitute with the stolen netsuke.

The day I hid in the armored car?

That will be my payment: The rat.

You're an idiot.

Mr. March,
I've committed thefts for you,

I've undertaken smuggling for you,
I have twice murdered for you.

And I've paid you a fortune.

I'm grateful.

However, I'm thinking what might be
on your mind.

This Suzari,
he's beginning to be a problem,

he knows too much,

and one day,
I must be finished with him

the same way I was finished
with Mr. Lupin and Mr. Kim.

I can assure you, such a thought
has never occurred to me.

Perhaps not.

But I think I will have the rat,
Mr. March.

If I have the rat,

it'll be termed insurance.

Go to hell, Suzari.

If you so wish it, Mr. March.

Before I go,
may I use your telephone, please?

To call Mr. McGarrett?

All right.

This rat?

As I said before, you're an idiot.

Don't move, Mr. March.

Put the gun down.

Nice and easy.

Hand me the rat.

Frisk him, Danno.

Not only are you an idiot,
you're a rat.

My Tomokazu.

Without this, we had no case.

But with it, we can prove
that you ordered the substitution,

and that means that you had the stolen
lttan in your possession all along.

You have no proof.

His word against mine.
August March.

August March,
respected patron of the arts,

who knew how to use
people's weaknesses against them.

Lupin's drug habit,
Kim Lo Chung's Hawaiian mistress.

Use their weaknesses to force them
to do what they didn't wanna do.

Well, the state is gonna force you
to do something

for a long, long time, Mr. March.

Brace yourself, McGarrett.

My army of lawyers will bury you.

But legally, of course.

Book them.

Murder one.

Who would have thought indicting you
would crack the case for us?

Yeah. March was so eager
to see me nailed,

he never stopped to wonder
why we released Suzari.

- Pretty good-looking collection.
- Beautiful collection, Danno.

But not nearly so beautiful as the one
we've got out there in the car.

John. McGarrett.

You know those details
that I said I wanted to clear up

before turning myself in?

Yeah. Well, I just cleared them up.

Yeah. I've got the rats.

Both of them.

And they're not carved ones either.

Yeah.

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