All language subtitles for Hawaii 5-O s08e12 Honor is an Unmarked Grave.eng

Hold... Hold it, gentlemen. Hold it.

There it is.

I knew it'd be here.

Pictures. Come on, get over here.
I want some pictures.

Now, just a second. I want the exact
time of discovery recorded on tape,

8:25, October 8th.

This is Bob Simpson
reporting for all-news radio

from graveside with Travis Marshall,

author of A Question For The Jury.

This looks like another one
of your extraordinary discoveries,

another great piece of detection.

How did you figure this one,
counselor?

Painstaking research.

You can read about it in my book.

Research and preparation.

Anything else?

- I think that's all.
- Thank you.

There they are.
There they are, officer. I told you.

I've been watching him
from my house across the street

and he's been coming here
every day.

And when he showed up today
with those gravediggers,

I knew he was up to something.

How dare you desecrate
this holy ground?

Why don't you mind
your own business, you old biddy?

Don't you dare call me an old biddy.

Okay, folks, that's enough.
You're under arrest, mister.

What the hell for?

Desecrating a burial ground.

Well, he made bail.
He called a press conference

for noon out at the cemetery.
Has it been on yet?

- After the commercial, Steve.
- Have you read his latest book?

- No, why?
- It wasn't too bad.

Can you read English, Chin?

Only when it's translated
into Chinese.

I made it to page 47.
Talk about ego trips.

Oh, hold it. He's on.
Turn up the sound.

What would you call it,
Mr. Marshall?

Harassment. That's what I said.

Ever since I wrote this book

exposing the inefficiency
of the average police department,

I have been subjected to harassment
by authorities wherever I go.

Oh, come on.

Can you believe that?
Look at that umbrella.

I applied for a permit
to dig in this graveyard.

Now, I think I was turned down
because I have information

which might embarrass
local investigative authorities

like Hawaii Five-0.

Are you accusing Hawaii Five-0
of obstructing justice?

Well, I was refused a permit
to dig in this graveyard.

I can only guess why.

You wanna guess
what the judge is gonna give you

for desecrating a grave?

Good for you, Aku.

Nonsense. I will not be a party
to any whitewashes.

If I have to commit a misdemeanor
in order to uncover a felony, so be it.

Well, the question is,

why this particular place to dig?
It was an unmarked grave.

Yeah, what about the victim? I mean,
what can you learn from a skeleton?

Have you got any proof?

Here it comes.

I stake my reputation on this.

The remains are those
of the missing heir, Brian Henderson.

Well, gentlemen, with accusations
like that floating around,

we better know where we stand.

Brian Henderson disappeared
seven years ago, Steve.

Right. Well, let's dig out the files.
I wanna review the facts, all of them.

Right.

Someone to see you, ma'am.

- Mrs. Henderson.
- Yes?

I'm Travis Marshall.
You may have heard of me.

Enlighten me.
Why would I have heard of you?

Well, this is the book I wrote
about the Stoddard case.

I show how the police
bungled the whole thing.

I've autographed it for you.

It's yours. And you may have it.

Thank you.

I've been on all the big talk shows:

Johnny Carson, Mike Douglas,
Merv Griffin.

Mr. Marshall,
just exactly what are you getting at?

Madam, may we speak privately?

Kono, excuse us, please.
Take this into the library.

Yes, ma'am.

Please be brief.

A Question for the Jury
has been such a major success

that my publishers are pressing me
to find another case to write about.

Something that will sell.

Continue.

Yes, madam.

Like the unsolved case of a bright
young man, heir to a fortune,

who simply disappears.

Do you know what happened
to Brian?

I've only been on the case
for three weeks.

But you've heard about the remains
that I've uncovered?

Is there a positive identification?

It isn't official, but take my word,
it's your grandson.

Mr. Marshall,
just what do you want exactly?

Well, I understand
that you were never too pleased

with the original investigation.

I can hardly be pleased with
an investigation that went nowhere.

Exactly.

Just like the Stoddard case
in California.

But I solved that one

and I'll solve this one for you.

You are job hunting, Mr. Marshall.

Well, let's put it this way.

I'm going to stay on the case
no matter what.

But because of your interest,

I thought that perhaps you
might like me to be working for you,

reporting to you, as it were,
before giving anything to the media.

The estate will pay you $300 a day
until further notice,

provided that the remains
are those of my grandson,

and provided that any information you
uncover is the property of this estate.

That's the Henderson house,
or should I say estate?

- Some folks know how to live.
- You bet.

The missing heir, Brian Henderson.
Disappeared seven years ago.

Kid looks wild.
Was he into anything?

Not as a matter of record.

He was busted five times
for what some folks call boyish pranks.

Poor man's felony
is a rich man's prank, huh?

Not bad, Steve.

Make a nice bumper sticker.

Thomas Henderson,
old missionary family, last of the line.

Very strict, lots of gristle, very proud.

- Died three years ago, didn't he?
- Right.

Agatha, Thomas' wife.

She and her husband reared Brian.

What happened
to the kid's parents?

Private plane crash.
The boy was about 5 years old.

Koji, one of Henderson's servants.

Was with the family for 40 years.

Last known picture
of Brian Henderson.

- Hey, who's the chick?
- Carol Chung.

Sexiest number in town.

That's the girl's house.

She was having a party
the night that Brian disappeared.

He got a call about 9:00.

He said he'd be back in an hour.

That was it.
No one ever saw him again.

Okay, gentlemen. That's it.

You know, whoever
it turns out to be,

we've got a skeleton on our hands
with a lot of people asking questions.

Yeah. Well, I've got a question
of my own, Danno.

How come Travis Marshall knew
just where that body was planted?

- That's the cruncher.
- I think I'll go and ask him.

Let's not wait to see it on TV.
Excuse me.

McGarrett. Five-0.

Five-0. I've heard a lot about you.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Glad to meet you, sir.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

Get lost, Socking.

Cat hair all over everything.
I want to get rid of her.

Can I offer you a drink?

Oh, no. No, thanks. Never use it.

- I know why you're here.
- Tell me.

The Henderson thing.
You wanna know what I know.

How I knew where to dig.

Sharp, very sharp.

How did you know, counselor?

Anonymous phone call,
would you believe it?

But, of course,
you have no idea who the caller was?

Oh, not the foggiest.

Man or woman?

Man.

A young voice.

But I get a lot of these calls.
I'm kind of a celebrity, you know?

Because of the book
and a lot of TV appearances.

Every kook in the country
wants to share his secret with me.

I'll bet that's not all
he wants to share.

I bet.

Exactly what did your anonymous
caller have to say to you?

Well, he didn't tell me
where the body was.

But rather suggested
a line of investigation.

Mr. Marshall,
I understand you're a lawyer.

I passed the bar examination
in California,

but I never really practiced.

Probably a flaw in my character.
I can't stand routine.

But you understand
obstruction of justice, do you not?

Are you planning to charge me?

No, not yet.

And not
if you share your information with us.

Well, let me say that my informant

did not tell me
where the body was interred.

I deduced that by myself.

A bit of creative thinking.

Now, I don't believe I'm obliged
to tell you that.

I'm planning another book,
you know?

By the way, have you read my first?

It's next on my list.

Would you like
an autographed copy?

No, thank you.

If your informant calls again,
I expect you to refer him to me.

And if you plan any more
press conferences on this matter,

I'd like to be informed beforehand.

Good day, Mr. Marshall.

Well, I hope
you're not gonna get all shook up

because a writer turns in
a little sharp detective work.

Writers never make me insecure,
Mr. Marshall.

So many good books
have been written in prison.

Yeah? McGarrett.

Steve, Doc Bergman just called.

He's made a positive ID on the victim.
It's Brian Henderson all right.

There's a nice clean hole in his skull,
just about the size of a 0.22.

Nice clean hole.

Must have been a steel jacket, huh?

Had to be.

Doc, how about angle of entry

or the distance
the gun was fired from?

- Can you determine that?
- No way, not now.

How about time?
How long was he in the ground?

I'd say he was buried
maybe five to seven years ago.

That's a two-year spread.

Depending on a soil analysis,

it could vary maybe ten months
one way or the other.

That could be two years
and ten months.

Doc, I've got to figure

that he was killed the night
he disappeared seven years ago.

Is that gonna paint me
into a corner?

No, I think you can assume that.
It can't be disproved.

Good. Excuse me.

Danno, I'm going over to have a talk
with Agatha Henderson.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, no, you and Chin go out
to that Japanese cemetery.

See if you can figure out how
Travis Marshall put this thing together.

And, Danno, put a tail on Marshall,
around the clock.

I wanna know
who's feeding him information.

- Mr. McGarrett to see you.
- Thank you.

- Mr. McGarrett, may we talk here?
- Certainly.

- Won't you have a chair?
- Thank you.

You asked to see me.
I assume it's about Brian.

Yes, ma'am.

Were you surprised?

No, Mrs. Henderson.
I always believed that he was dead.

Well, then why didn't your people
find the body?

I guess we fail sometimes.

- At least, you're refreshingly honest.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Henderson,
did you have any reason to suspect

that your grandson was murdered?

- Murdered?
- Yes, ma'am.

Brian was shot at least once,
through the head.

I had no reason to suspect foul play,
Mr. McGarrett.

Mrs. Henderson, we're not dealing
with a mysterious disappearance now.

We're dealing with a murder.

And anything... Anything that you
can tell me might be important.

It is all on the record,
and it is still very painful.

I know of nothing.

Except I hope this time that you are
more successful in your investigation.

I intend to be. We try to improve.

- Will that be all?
- For now, yes. Thank you.

You may want to know
that I have hired someone on my own.

An eminent writer,
Mr. Travis Marshall.

Travis Marshall,
an employee of the Hendersons'?

Seems a bit out of character.

People with bad taste are very useful,
sometimes.

Good day, Mr. McGarrett.

Good day, ma'am.
Oh, one other thing.

May I assume that your husband
also had no suspicions?

- No idea who might have done this?
- None that I knew of.

Thank you.

Kono.

Will you bring the car around,
please.

Yes, ma'am.

Marshall was out here,
what, eight times?

At least.
And he took a lot of pictures too

according to that lady
across the street.

Of what?

All the remains here are cremated,
right?

Yeah. That's the Shinto custom.

Nobody comes here.
The last burial was 23 years ago.

So why does Travis Marshall
come out here shooting pictures?

Well, maybe he digs graves.

Look.

Who's that?

That's the Henderson's old servant,
Koji.

Wonder what that was all about.

Hello, Kimo. Is your mother home?

This is a helicopter.

Well, I knew that.

Hello, Paul. Is Maru at home?

She's out back.

Maru?

Oh, Mrs. Henderson.

- How are you?
- Fine. What a surprise.

I didn't mean to come in unannounced,
but I wanna talk to you.

Of course.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, thank you.

Why does Paul always seem so angry
when he sees me?

Paul is an angry man.

I can't understand him lately.

You heard the news?

About Brian, yes.
It seems so strange.

I'd always thought he had,
you know, run away.

With my help?

Well, I thought maybe Mr. Henderson
had banished him.

Mr. Henderson felt very strongly
about people

who run away
from their responsibilities.

He never would have helped
Brian to escape.

Have you seen my father?

No, not yet.

You know, Maru,

I've always considered the possibility
that Brian was murdered.

And that perhaps your father
might have...

- Do you know what I'm saying?
- Yes, Mrs. Henderson. Exactly.

Does Paul know
who Kimo's father was?

- Oh, no.
- Good, that was very wise.

Now the police may come to see you.
A Mr. McGarrett.

Now, I don't want you to lie because
I don't want you in any trouble.

Just don't say anything.

- Don't volunteer any information.
- Yes, Mrs. Henderson.

I love you.

You take care of yourself.

You call me
if there's anything you need.

The question is,
how much does Koji know?

Has he been paying his respects to
that unmarked grave for seven years

or just since Marshall dug it up?

Well, if he's known all along,
then he either committed the murder

or knows who did it.

And he could also be the one
who tipped off Travis Marshall.

Yeah. But why should he remain silent
all these years

and suddenly open up to a man
like Marshall? It doesn't make sense.

What was his story
when he was first questioned?

Hear no evil, speak no evil,
see no evil.

Chin, why don't you go out alone
and talk to Koji in the ancient manner.

See if you can find out
if that old man is involved.

Right.

Marshall just left his apartment.
I'm on it.

Central, get me McGarrett.

- McGarrett.
- Steve, I've been had.

Yeah.

This case gets more interesting
all the time.

Paul, you're gonna make yourself
a bundle.

There's money all over this thing.

I got something coming now, right?

Yeah.

But that's just for openers.
There'll be more. This is gonna be big.

Now what about your wife's
first marriage and annulment?

What have you got on the guy,
George Fowler?

She won't talk about it.
Every time I ask her, she turns me off.

She married a George Fowler
and it got annulled. That's all she'll say.

- Do you want me to talk to her?
- No, man.

If she knew I gave you the story...

I wouldn't mention your name.

We may have all we need right now.

Take a look at these.

It's all coming clear.

There never was a George Fowler.

Bet on it,
because he's the father of him.

And to somebody in this juicy little
story, that was a reason for murder.

Hey, brother, what happened?

I went to Koji's house and the neighbor
said the family was here.

My friend, I asked you a question.

Five-0.

It's old man Koji, he's dead.

- When?
- I don't know. Last night I think.

You are Shiru, right?

Yes. Who are you?

Five-0.

We could talk later if you prefer.

Let's get it over with. Out here.

The old man's doctor confirms
the patient died of natural causes.

I still think they were in a awful hurry
to have that body cremated.

The doctor signed the death certificate,
Chin. That makes it legal.

That little girl,
the daughter looked about 10.

If that photo was taken 12 years ago,
she'd be 22 now.

Why wasn't she
at her father's funeral?

I put the same question to Shiru.
He never answered it.

Danno,
have you ever talked with her?

I've never seen her.

She was just a kid, 15 years old,
when Brian disappeared.

See if you can locate the girl.

I'd just like to know why
she didn't attend her daddy's funeral.

Right.

And you refuse to tell me
where these pictures came from?

I will, later.

They do look alike.

No question, he's the father.

Now,

these showed me where to dig.

I followed your old servant, Koji,
to the cemetery at least ten times.

You have to be thorough.

See, the old man always ended up
his gig at number nine.

Over there
where there are no markers.

Now, I noticed
wherever he paid his respects,

there was always a little shrine,

or whatever you call it.

Everywhere except there,
the unmarked grave.

Excellent.

Now, Mrs. Henderson,
one thing's obvious.

Koji knew all along where Brian
was buried, but he never talked.

And I had to ask myself why.

And what was your answer?

Well, for one thing,
on the night Brian disappeared,

Koji's daughter, Maru, just happened
to be four months pregnant.

And I can prove that.

Can you?

Oh, easy.

Medical records, birth certificate.

No problem.

Just what are you getting at,
Mr. Marshall?

Well, I have to figure
that Mr. Henderson, your husband,

would not have been too happy
about a marriage between his heir

and a pregnant
15-year-old servant girl, would he?

Your point?

I think the Henderson clan
paid Maru off.

And then planned a convenient
disappearance for dear Brian.

Now, I don't have it all locked up
from that point on,

but somebody didn't like
what you were doing.

Perhaps Koji or Maru's brother
or a secret society.

Anyhow, it changed your plans.

And you and Mr. Henderson
had a choice.

Either let it all hang out
or buy some silence.

Buy silence?
That would be a felony, Mr. Marshall.

That would be a felony.

I suppose all this
would make a racy book.

Oh, I think
it definitely has possibilities.

But in order for me
to get a really heavy advance deal,

I'd have to drag your story
through the media,

TV, newspapers.

Would be messy.

You're in a messy business.

You know it.
I really don't have an alternative.

The book would bring in a bundle.

What you're saying is that our present
arrangement is no longer satisfactory.

Well, let's say it doesn't fit
the changed circumstances.

I see.

We'll fix that.

Today is the 9th?

No, the 10th.

Mr. Marshall.

Thank you.

Mrs. Henderson, l...
What is this $96.30?

That's mileage, Mr. Marshall.
Ordinarily, I pay 8 cents a mile,

but with inflation, I thought 9 cents
a mile would be more realistic.

I think it's your civic duty

to report all your information
to the proper authorities.

Otherwise,
some little old lady might think

that you were trying
to blackmail her.

Your employment is terminated,
Mr. Marshall.

Now, we have a legal...

Hey, Chin. What have you got?

World's greatest author
just announced a press conference.

- Marshall? Another one?
- Right.

- When and where?
- Tomorrow, city hall.

He promised
some sensational new information.

He has, huh? Well, I've got some
sensational information for him.

You're not a very good listener,
are you, Mr. Marshall?

I beg your pardon?

I thought I made it clear
last time we met

that we're investigating a murder.

And any information that you have,
that in any way advances this case,

I'll be the one to decide when
and if it's to be released to the press.

You're referring to
the press conference that I've called.

- I am.
- Well, suppose I tell you

that it's all puffery,
announced for effect.

Effect on whom?

Shall we say, to help create interest
in my forthcoming book.

Stop dancing, Mr. Marshall.
I want the name of your informant.

Mr. McGarrett, you've heard
of the lawyer-client relationship.

I hope you haven't forgotten
I'm a lawyer.

Are you telling me
that your informant is now your client?

Exactly.

It seemed like such a logical move.

Now, get this clear, counselor.

What you're trying to pull
is a cheap shyster trick.

You're not licensed to practice law
in this state.

Therefore,
there is no lawyer-client relationship.

And before you call
any press conference in the morning,

you're gonna tell me
everything you know about this case,

or you're gonna go to jail yourself.

I'll give you until 9 a.m. In my office.
Is that clear?

I'm looking for Mrs. Paul Kanahele?

- Is this her home?
- Who are you?

Williams. Hawaii Five-0.

Maru's not here.

- When do you expect her?
- I don't know. Probably late.

Would you ask her to call us,
please?

- What have we got, gentlemen?
- MacDougall from H.P.D.

Took over the tail around 7.

He says Marshall had dinner alone,

came home at 10 and the lights
went out 20 minutes later.

- Who found the body?
- Maid. Early this morning.

Place was ransacked. Looks like
he came home and found a visitor.

Yeah.
Got an approximate time of death?

Doc Bergman says a little more
than ten hours ago.

Which fits in with the idea
a caller was waiting.

Yeah.

- Any decent prints?
- Three sets, Steve.

Clear thumbprints and a sharp
marking that looks like a glove.

That's interesting.

Ask Che to come down hard
on that one.

What about the neighbors?

Nobody heard anything.

There were people in and out
of the complex most of the night,

but MacDougall
didn't recognize anyone.

There's a rear entrance
we didn't cover.

Steve,
these were stashed in the bedroom.

- They been dusted?
- Yeah.

They must be protection copies.
There's two and three of everything.

- Who's this?
- Could be Koji's daughter, Maru.

- Have you talked with her?
- Only to her husband.

A big Hawaiian guy
named Kanahele.

Well, what was Marshall doing
with Maru's picture?

Yeah, good question, Chin.
Let's ask the lady.

Duke, you stay here in case the lab
comes up with anything.

Let's go gentlemen.

- What's that?
- I don't know.

I'm not expecting anyone.

Anybody home?

- Who is it?
- Police.

What can I do for you?

- Mrs. Kanahele?
- Yes.

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
This is Officer Williams.

Yes, I've been expecting you.

Mrs. Henderson
said you might be calling on me.

Is your husband at home?

Paul? Well, yes.
He's out in the back.

Oh, thank you.

Freeze. Freeze.

Cuff him.

You're acquainted
with Travis Marshall?

- You're asking me?
- Yeah, I'm asking you.

- What...? What's wrong?
- Just a minute, honey.

Yeah, I'm asking you.

I met him, yeah.

When did you see him last?

I don't remember.

He was murdered last night.

Marshall was murdered?

- Yeah, he was murdered.
- Oh, God.

Paul, what is this?
What has he done?

Why don't you ask him?

I didn't kill anyone.
I don't know anything about a killing.

What was your business
with Marshall?

I asked you a question. What
was your business with Marshall?

You give him these?

They're mine.

Paul, how did Marshall
get my pictures of Kimo?

Answer me, Paul.

Were you at Marshall's apartment
last night?

Okay, I'll level with you.

He owed me some money,
so I went to his place to collect.

He didn't answer the door,
it was open,

so I went in and there he was
on the floor. But I didn't kill him.

But you were his informant,
weren't you?

You put him on to this Brian
Henderson thing, didn't you?

For money.

Oh, Paul, you sold me out,
didn't you?

Oh, how could you, Paul?

Why not? You lied to me
about that phony marriage.

That kid's name is Henderson.
It's not Fowler.

No wonder that old bag
keeps hanging around this place.

- I want a lawyer.
- Yeah, you'll get one.

Meanwhile, we're gonna hold you
on suspicion of murder.

Read him his rights, Danno,
and book him.

Mommy, what's the matter?
Why are you crying?

Hello, Mr. McGarrett.

- Have a chair, Mr. McGarrett.
- Thank you.

And tell me why you're here.

Well, there's some loose ends,
Mrs. Henderson. I'd like to tie them up.

Does that mean the police
have solved the case?

We've made some progress.

Among other things, I think
I know why your grandson was killed.

Your investigative procedures
have improved. Congratulations.

Thank you.

There are still some gaps
in the story.

Perhaps you can fill them in for me.

For instance, the phone call
that Brian received at the party

the night he disappeared,
was it from here?

And Brian is the father
of the little boy,

Kimo, Maru's child? Is he not?

Now, that's very easily established,
blood tests and so forth.

Why don't you start
at the beginning?

It's going to come out
at the inquest anyway.

Better that it comes out here
from you.

Where to begin.

Brian and his problems.

After the loss of his parents,

Brian couldn't seem to find
a place for himself.

Not with his peers,
not with his elders.

Psychiatrists have so many reasons
and so few cures.

When Brian came to live with us,

Koji was more of a parent to him
than either Tom or I.

And he seemed to relate to Maru.

He was 22, she was 15.

We looked on them
as brother and sister.

But he raped that little girl.

When my husband discovered it,
he sent for Brian.

It was the night you speak of,
the night of the party.

Brian came in,
and he came right here to the study.

He didn't acknowledge me.
He didn't see me in the living room.

He was very tense.

I could hear my husband's voice.

That restrained but violent rage.

I came to the... To the study door.
And Brian was pleading.

I remember every word.

He said, "She chased me, sir.

You won't believe it, but she did.

You don't think 15-year-old kids know
about sex. I just went along with her. "

Oh, and then he made
some terrible accusations.

He accused Koji
of plotting the entire thing

in order to become
a member of the family.

The argument went on and on.
The bitterness was indescribable.

And then I heard a shot,
and I opened the door.

And Brian was lying on the floor,
dead.

Please, go on.

Koji took the body to the cemetery.

Honor is an unmarked grave,
is that it, Mrs. Henderson?

That's rather astute, Mr. McGarrett.

Who shot Brian?

Maybe he shot himself.

I don't know. I never asked.

Mrs. Henderson, you didn't ask.

May I suggest that you didn't ask
because you didn't have to.

- You knew.
- What does that mean?

Travis Marshall assumed
that Koji killed Brian.

The outraged father
with the violated child.

But there was only one person who
dispensed justice in your household.

Your husband, Thomas Henderson.

He was the master.

He was the final and absolute judge
in the matter between Brian and Maru.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that your husband,
Thomas Henderson,

pulled the trigger
on the gun that killed Brian

and that you and Koji
were aware of it.

You might have difficulty
proving that.

Perhaps we might do much better
with the murder of Travis Marshall.

His murderer is still alive.

- Is that an accusation?
- Yes, ma'am.

Why would I kill Travis Marshall?

Oh, I think he tried to blackmail you

and everything you struggled so hard
to keep hidden all these years,

he threatened to make public.

- Should I call my lawyer?
- I would.

You're not very experienced in murder
and I think it will be very easy

to establish that you were
at Travis Marshall's last night.

This is Mrs. Henderson.
May I speak to Mr. Wilson please?

I'll wait.

You make some excellent guesses,
Mr. McGarrett.

Do you
have extrasensory perception?

No, no, no, but I'm thinking
of having it installed.

It could save a lot of time.

That's good. That's really very good.

George, this is Agatha. I'd like you
to handle a criminal complaint for me.

The defendant? I believe I will be.

What is the charge, Mr. McGarrett?

Murder in the first degree.

It's murder in the first degree.

Sorry.

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