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[ Upbeat surf theme playing ]

Yes, it's going to 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 want to see the pieces,
not our own reflections.

Think you're lighting
a nightclub girlie show.

Of course, 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. Stephen 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.

Hm.

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.

[ ominous theme playing ]

You telephoned me,
Mr. March?

Yes, Suzari. Yes, come in.
Come in.

Now, can you imagine
where I have just been?

Huh?

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.

DANNO:
What did the governor say,
Steve?

McGARRETT:
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.

DANNO:
Smuggling is smuggling,
and theft is a rip-off.

When is it not trivial?

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

not 50 or 100 2-inch-high
Japanese carvings

whose names nobody
can pronounce.

DANNO:
Does he know we have that
diplomatic courier taped?

If we'd been able
to search luggage,

we would have found
the stolen 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.

DANNO:
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.

Ah, not at all.

May I be allowed a question?

Please, please.

Ah...

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.

[ laughs ]

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?

Ah.

I am honored.No, no, no.

It is I who am honored.

[ ominous theme playing ]

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 said it's important.

Good luck.

[ ominous theme playing ]

Miss Grant?Yes.

You must be--

Dan Williams, Five-0.

I, um-- I really don't think
we should stay here.

Is there anywhere
we can go?

Well, let's just walk.

Okay, fine.

You have something to tell me
about Kim Chung Lo?

Yes, I have a message
for you.

Perhaps--
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 want to 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, Danno?

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.

[ phone rings ]

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?

[ upbeat theme playing ]

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?

Uh, would you follow me,
please, Mr. McGarrett?

Uh, Mr. McGarrett,

um, 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.

All right, 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 Ittan.

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?

[ Dramatic theme playing ]

[ Somber theme playing ]

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?

All I know is my phone
has been ringing off the hook

and Western Union stock
has probably jumped

10 points since
this morning.

Was that piece stolen,
Steve?

Yes, of course it was.

But not by me.

Well, naturally,
not by you.

But 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 Ittan.

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-Oh-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
you prepared

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 Ittan.

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--

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 Ittan 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 Ittan

would be a gross insult.

Mr. Masaaki, is there going to
be an investigation--?

Can you tell us more
about the netsuke?

Is there going to 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 home.

Oh, he plans
not to go home.

He has a mistress here
he wishes not to leave.

He plans, I am told,
to defect.

[ Tense theme playing ]

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.

[ Dramatic theme playing ]

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--[ all chattering ]

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.

[ Dramatic theme playing ]

You're all heart, John.

[ tense theme playing ]

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 Ittan.

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, I assume.

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

I sell tractors.

Tractors?Mm-hm. 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.

[ rings ]

McGarrett.

Steve, Chin.

I've made two trips
in that armored car

from your apartment
to the museum.

CHIN:
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 Ittan?

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.

[ Dramatic theme playing ]

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.

[ Ominous theme playing ]

Suzari.

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

You are to make me
a masterpiece.

Uh-huh.

Our overly fidgety
and tiresomely tense director

of the Museum
of Oriental Art.

Mr. Gustave Lupin.

[ Somber theme playing ]

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 1st 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.

Ah-hah.

"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, Doc,
but 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 of it?

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.

[ scoffs ]

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.

[ Tense theme playing ]

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 want to
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.

[ Tense theme playing ]

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 want to 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 want to know where
he stands.

I want to 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.

[ door opens ]

Steve.

Yeah, Danno.

My God.

[ phone rings ]

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.

[ Somber theme playing ]

Okay.

[ Dramatic theme playing ]

[ Tense theme playing ]

Where have you been?
I called you hours ago.

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.Ah.

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.

[ chuckles ]

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.

Oh-- 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.

[ chuckles ]

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 Ittan

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 want to do.

Well, the state is going to
force you to do something

for a long, long time,
Mr. March.

Brace yourself,
McGarrett.

My army of lawyers
will bury you.

Legally, of course.

Book them.

Murder one.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

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.

[ chuckles ]

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.

[ Upbeat surf theme playing ]