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Bye.

Another twist of the night?

It's not that I want to be here, Steve.

I gotta be here.

All right.

Steve?

Oh. All right, Keone. This is Jerry Rhodes. He's a bravin' bestie. He's all

right. Yes, sir.

One from the other side too, huh?

Who's number five?

Angela Waring.

Single, age 31.

She was a nurse at Queens Hospital, children's ward.

She left the hospital last night at 7.30. Time of death, between 8 and 9.

As usual, the neighbors heard nothing, saw nothing.

No robbery, no signs of a struggle.

Doc says she was not sexually assaulted.

Any prints?

Nothing yet.

And no signs of breaking or entering.

Same memoir as all the others.

Kill her with the key, or they let him in. Victim number four didn't.

She was killed in her sleep under 50 cc's of damrel given to her by a doctor,

remember?

Pulling the psychos again?

Yeah, again.

And check for people in the cosmetics business, a beautician, hairdresser,

somebody like that, same as before.

Really weird, the way you make each one look the same.

Yeah, like a painted doll.

Or a hooker.

I'll see you, Steve.

I saw what happened in there, and I made a decision.

I don't want you around this one.

Hey, look, Steve, if you have to bleed, bleed in private. I don't want to watch

it. Now, until this guy is caught, I don't want to see you anymore.

You know, wait, Steve.

Look, I'm involved. Yeah, that's just the point. If you were on the force, I

wouldn't let you near this case, and you know it.

So what do you want me to do?

Go back to my office, set up a divorce raid, maybe find a missing person?

Your business, Jerry. No, it's my business to find the psycho who killed

my wife. And if you find him, then what?

Then you take over.

You mean after you deliver the corpse? That's not what I said. That's what

you're thinking.

Yes, it's what I'm thinking ever since he made my wife number three.

In my mind, I've killed him a thousand times.

In my mind.

Steve, I'm not stupid.

Killing him won't bring Mary back.

I know that.

I'd be throwing my life away.

That's something Mary would never want me to do.

I just want simple justice, Steve.

Okay?

Okay.

The lab report ready?

Two minutes. Anything? Nothing. We sifted through every psycho on the

island. Neighbors and tradesmen all check out. Steve, on the boyfriend, he's

an intern at the hospital.

He was on duty all last night.

He's clean.

And now, gentlemen, we turn to the question of how does a killer get into

the victim's home?

Here we have exact duplicates of the front door locks of all five murder

victims. First, we take the simple idea of a passkey.

See, it works for lock B.

Can't possibly work for lock C or E.

C is a Baxter police lock.

I believe that was your home, Jerry.

Yeah. And E is a German lock.

I'd say the odds of his having the passkey to that are about 1,000 to 1.

But not impossible.

Correct. But if passkeys were the answer, he'd need one for both A and E.

A is made in Milwaukee, E in New York. Two totally different tumbler systems.

I'd say the odds are getting higher, Steve.

Then we know two things about how the killer gets in. One, that it's

impossible. Two, that he does it.

What else, Che?

Our graphic boys came up with this composite.

All the victims roll into one.

All right, run off a couple hundred of these. Chin, you and Kono cover the

prostitute angle.

Dano, contact HPD. Detail as many men as you need.

Stake out the places where the women wear heavy paint. Uh, nightclubs, nudie

joints, pickup bars.

Supermarkets?

You got any better ideas?

Nope.

Bourbon. And the rocks, Pete.

Got it, Mr. Rhodes.

Cops in today?

Yeah. The picture of the blonde with the moon on her cheek.

Do I know any hustlers that look like that?

You naturally don't.

That's right, Mr. Rhodes. I don't.

Any new ones come in since I saw you last?

At the end of the bar.

Her name's Sheila.

Sheila?

Send her over, Pete.

Keep the change.

Mr. Rhodes, this is a 20.

It pays to deal with private businessmen.

You want to play doubles?

How well do you play?

Try.

Thanks. I go for blondes, dark eyes.

You got any friends?

With a teased hairdo, a mole in her cheek, and what's your badge number?

Private. No score.

How come you know so much?

Word's out in the coconut wireless.

Every cop in town is looking for that chick.

You know her?

What do you care?

You've been doing her a favor. She's got money coming.

I work for insurance people.

I bet.

You don't believe much, do you?

Not much.

Well, I guess you saw through my lie.

Which one?

About going for blondes.

You, uh... You still want to play doubles?

Sure.

Or she could be someone who died long ago.

She might even be a figment of the killer's imagination.

How do you peg this guy, Doc?

Perfectionist.

Consistent.

Homicidal brilliance.

I would say chances are he lives alone.

A single man without much use for women.

Homosexual?

Possibly.

But not necessarily.

We know he never assaults them.

He could be impotent.

based on any number of things.

Possibly an experience of rejection.

Like a girlfriend?

Could be any woman in his life.

Mother, girlfriend, prostitute.

Whoever she was, she sent him into a rage that triggered his psychosis.

But his attempts at revenge were blocked.

Consequently, he takes it out on other women, kills them, and remakes their

identity.

Would you say that this rejection was recent?

I certainly hope so, Steve.

Why is that?

It could mean that the woman is probably alive.

Someone you could find and threw her the killer.

But if she's dead or imaginary, then he'll go on killing other women in her

place.

Again and again and again.

What have you got, Dano? Cab driver named Tomei Yoshiko.

Fell out of our routine taxi checkup. He's got information on number three,

Jerry's wife.

You know Mary Rhodes?

Well, not knew her, really.

She was a fair, a stiff, nice lady, but lousy, typical.

I clocked 50 miles with her one afternoon, and she tipped me a quarter.

A quarter?

But I'm sure sorry about what happened.

Why didn't you come forward sooner?

Because I was on the mainland for the past six months, and I didn't know she

was killed.

When was the last time you saw Mrs.

Rhodes?

Back in April. I picked her up outside a restaurant on Kalakaua. You know, semi

-stoned and arguing with this guy.

She got into my cab and asked me to drive her home.

But when he got there, wham, it hits her.

She forgot her purse in the restaurant.

And the keys were in it?

Right, so we turn around and go back.

The keys were still there?

The keys, yes, but not the guy.

Well, the guy, do you remember his name?

Oh, everybody knows him.

He's always in the papers.

He's a big comer and a family on the island.

But also a lousy tipper.

Crenshaw, Raymond Crenshaw.

She's not one of my girls, Jim.

Come on.

Who is she, Gloria?

You run a big string of girls.

Why, I run a legitimate escort business.

Men come to Honolulu, they want company.

So I provide it.

Oh, come on.

I'm Chin.

Uh, maybe it's time I call my lawyer.

Look, I'm not here on a bus this time.

Gloria.

Think of it this way.

This girl can lead us to the Strangler.

Until we nail that psycho, no woman in Honolulu is safe.

No woman.

Leave it with me.

I'll ask around.

It's not a house, but it's home. You want bourbon, right?

Get out of here. Get up.

Vitamin shots?

I thought you're not the fuzz.

I'm not.

But some of my best friends, baby.

Now I got a feeling you know where the blonde chick is.

So spill it.

What do you want her for? And don't give me that insurance crock.

I'm looking for a guy.

The blonde chick knows him.

No. I won't tell you. Get lost.

Now, you're the one that gets lost, baby.

One telephone call.

Her name's Kathy Fields.

Used to be Haynes.

She's married to an army oaks.

Honey, what do you think of the stew?

It's your sister's recipe.

Pretty good.

Needs salt.

That's what I thought.

Hey,

wait. That's enough.

Honey,

do you think we could paint the baby's room this weekend?

Kathy, what's the big rush?

You got five months to go.

I know.

But yesterday I was looking at some colors, and they really have some pretty

ones. Sunshine, yellow, prism blue.

I guess yellow would be the safest, though. You know, you could use it for

either a girl or a boy.

I was thinking of going out on the boat and taking in some fishing.

Oh, Hank, you know I can't go. I get sick so easily now.

Okay, we paint.

Oh, good.

Gotta get back to the basement.

Hank? Yeah?

You're not mad at me, are you?

Mad? Why should I be mad?

I don't know. I just feel so big and sloppy and I can't do anything anymore.

Honey, the only thing I want from you is for you to be a nice, pretty, pregnant

lady. Okay?

Okay.

Would you get that for me?

Hello, Kathy.

Gloria, what are you doing here?

It's very important, Kathy. I wouldn't have come unless... Who is it, honey?

Oh, Hank, this is Gloria Marshall. We're all friends. We've got lots to talk

about. Girl stuff.

So I suggest that you get going fast.

Goodbye, honey.

Bye. Why don't you come in?

Thanks.

Nice meeting you, Gloria. Bye, honey. Bye.

You have everything every one of us wants.

At least we say we do.

Does he know?

No, he doesn't know anything.

What do you want, Gloria?

Well, the police came to see me today.

They showed me this.

Me?

It's a composite picture.

of all the Strangler's victims.

They think that's the girl he's really after.

Why me? I don't understand.

The murders began right after you left the business, Kathy.

Well, what do you want me to do?

For your own protection, go to the police.

No!

Tell them everything, Kathy.

Your list, everything.

Do you realize what you're asking me?

Yes, I'm asking you to save your life and maybe a lot of others.

Somewhere right now in this city, there's a woman, maybe number six.

A woman who'll be dead in a couple of days or weeks, unless you do something

to help her.

I can't.

He's not a saint, Gloria.

We bicker, we fight, we make up, we make love.

It's not a Garden of Eden.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because it's real.

Because when I go to sleep, I know where I'm going to wake up.

And I'm not going to take the chance of losing that Gloria.

Not for anybody!

Wax finish, ma'am? No, just to wash.

Mr. Crenshaw?

Yes? McGarrett.

Y-5-0. I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Oh, I'd be glad to answer them, Mr. McGarrett.

Well, maybe we'd better talk in private.

I have no secrets from my wife, Mr. McGarrett.

Go ahead.

Very well.

How well did you know Mrs. Rhodes?

We had an affair, quite briefly.

Looking back on it, I must have been out of my mind.

No, Raymond.

We had no marriage then.

Luckily, we were both willing to change.

Was Mrs. Rhodes as open about this affair as you are?

I mean, did she tell her husband?

I doubt it. He was never home long enough to listen.

Kept away for days at a time.

He's a private detective.

Yes. Yes, I know.

One more question.

Where were you on April 14th between 9 and 10 at night?

We were at a party in Hilo.

Friends' wedding anniversary.

Hundreds of people saw us there and we stayed quite late.

Steve?

What's the matter?

You held out on me and I don't like it.

I don't read you.

Oh, you read me.

And we're gonna talk about a guy named Raymond Crenshaw.

And your wife.

So you know about Crenshaw and my wife?

Yeah, I know.

And not through any help of yours.

Well, it's not the kind of thing a man brags about.

No one's asking you to brag, but you withheld vital information on this case.

To protect her.

It was my fault, staying away from home so much. A woman gets lonely. You can't

expect them to wait around forever.

What's this big act, Jerry?

If it was all over between you and Mary, what's this obsession to find her

killer?

That's just it.

It wasn't over.

Oh, sure, I knew it was going on. I knew all the signs. I've seen them a hundred

times in divorce cases.

Messages on the phone from people I never heard of.

Watching Mary getting all dressed up and perfumed to go out to lunch with the

girls. You know.

You know, but you put it out of your mind.

And then one day you can't.

Because it's staring you right in the face.

So we had it out that night.

All night.

Tears, hollering, accusations.

And the time the sun came up, we were beat.

But we both knew there was a chance we could make it again.

And that killer, that psycho, he robbed me of my chance.

And that's why I've got to find him.

I'll find him, Jerry.

I'll find him.

You're off the case.

No special privileges, no police information, nothing.

And this time I mean it, buddy.

I'm your friend, Steve. You can't ace me out. My friend.

Listen, friend, you conned me once. You don't con me twice.

I know exactly what you want.

If I had any doubts about it, I don't have them anymore.

You want to find this guy and you want to kill him, and I'm not going to let

you.

Who is it?

We haven't exactly met, but I bet you've heard that more than once.

I'm afraid you have the wrong number. Captain Henry Field's house?

Not that I want to talk to the captain.

After all, what could I tell a man like that?

Except maybe a few things about his wife?

Who are you?

What do you want? What are you doing?

Doing?

I'm not doing anything, Kathy.

I'm only asking for a little black book that belonged to Kathy Haynes.

Names and addresses of, uh... gentlemen called.

No, no, there is no black book. I-I-I burned it a long time ago.

I don't buy it, baby.

Books like that are worth too much.

Sometimes they're sold, sometimes they're even given away.

I heard it. You were really something, Kathy.

And the way I heard it... is the way your captain's gonna hear it.

No.

I... I gave it to someone.

Susan Watkins.

222... Kahawnee Avenue.

Apartment 15.

Is Herbert Saunders there?

No, he's not here. Any messages?

Yeah, tell him Kathy's back.

Wants to talk to him about old times.

The number's 287-1299.

You got that?

Yeah. All right.

Mr. Tanaka's wire.

Answering service?

Yes, sir. May I help you? Yeah, tell Mr.

Tanaka Kathy's back. Wants to talk to him about old times.

The number's 287-1299.

You got that?

I'll give him the message, sir. Thanks.

Marty Wakeman?

Yep.

Thought you'd like to know that Kathy's back.

Not interested.

And don't call me anymore.

every piece of paper in her desk, contents of her pocketbook, everything.

Then I want to know everything about the girl. Then get me the information on the

other five and a couple of gallons of coffee.

And don't make any plans for tonight or tomorrow, because we're not going to

leave the office till something breaks.

Tell Chin and the others.

I don't see Jerry around. You better believe it.

OK, hello.

Who's this?

Who do you want?

Got a message on my answering service from Kathy.

Is this Vic?

Who are you?

I'm her manager.

I make all her appointments.

Tonight? Well, not tonight.

Please.

10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry, that's all that's available.

Vic, it's 10 o'clock or nothing.

Well... 297 Wanema Street.

You got that?

297 Juanema Street.

I'll be there.

Good.

Victims A, B, and E had charge accounts in the same department store.

Victims B and F had bank accounts in the same bank, but different branches.

Victims E and F bought gasoline in the same station.

No record on where the others bought theirs.

Victims A, C, and E did their shopping at the same chain supermarket.

Three of them worked, two were housewives, one was single and

unemployed.

No churches, civic groups, or political organizations in common.

Yeah, but they had something else in common, a key.

Borrowed, copied, or stolen, but how, huh?

Kono, start reading the files.

One by one, item by item.

Don't leave anything out.

Victim A, Madeline Gold, age 32.

Arrived in Hawaii at the age of 17 with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Gold.

Wallpaper business.

She attended University of Hawaii... After which, Victim B quit her job as a

secretary at the Mid-Seas Construction Company and married Lawrence D'Amico.

post office employee.

They had two children, Teresa, now six, and John. Victim D had a library card,

took out at least three books a week.

As a rule, nonfiction.

Also likes ballet, concerts, and plays.

All was said in the orchestra. At which time, victim F parked her car in the

building garage, went up to her flat, and was murdered.

That's it.

Coffee, Steve?

No, thanks. I'm up to here with Carl.

I must be getting punchy.

Looks like we're getting nowhere.

No, you're not getting punchy, brother.

No matter who throws the dice, they come up losers all over the map.

No.

No, not exactly all over the map.

They come up here with more frequency than anywhere else.

Donald, give it to me again for this area, huh?

Well, uh, A and C lived here.

E and F worked here and... here, E, right at the hospital.

Uh, B had her hair done here at the hairdresser. Same as A.

In other words, every one of the victims had to be in this area sometime during

each week.

Except Dee, who lived up here.

And where does she work?

Here?

Yeah.

She had to drive right through this area every day.

All right, I want to know everything about this quadrant.

Every shop, every business, any place that a woman could conceivably go.

All right, gentlemen, let's get on it. I'm gonna shower and change. Let's go.

The Palm Garden Movie Theater, the Hibiscus Hotel, Gregario's Drugstore,

Post Office Substation Number 2, Hawaiian Rose Beauty Parlor, Frank's Car

Wash, and Filling Station in Oahu. Hold it, hold it.

Car wash?

Yeah, car wash.

What about it?

Come on, explain on the way.

You're a killer in search of a victim. What do you do?

I've got a name.

I've got an address.

Yeah.

And I've got a key.

Six months?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

You know, I'm lucky if I get one of these guys to stay around one week.

Bums and winos, that's all I get.

I had to make a little money, you know, and a couple of pounds of muscatel, and

it's goodbye, Charlie.

Hey, Joe!

A little more muscle.

Come on, Frank, think.

There's got to be somebody who's been here six months. Just one guy.

There has to be.

Yeah, there was one guy. And he quit two years ago and moved to L.A.

I'm sorry for it.

Wait.

Six months. Yeah, he makes it.

But he's only a part-time worker. Does that matter?

No, no. Who?

Vic Tanaka.

Some kind of mechanic, I think. He works here Wednesday, our busy day.

Wednesday, we take ladies free.

He's in Bungaloway. We don't know if he's home.

All right, don't take any chances with this one. Danny and I will hit the

front. You and Jen hit the back.

Vic

Tanaka?

Police, open up.

machinery this guy doesn't need a locksmith yeah i want this place

searched to the floorboards

We got them.

Wigs, makeup, it's all here.

Yeah.

Here too.

Telephone number?

Name? Kathy.

297 Guayniva.

What are you doing here?

Don't you remember me, Kathy?

Vic.

Vic Tanaka.

Of course I remember you, Vic.

You dyed your hair.

It was so pretty.

Like sunlight.

That was a long time ago.

Why are you surprised to see me, Kathy?

I made a date with you last night.

I talked to your manager.

Manager?

You always didn't need someone between us, Kathy.

I used to call you at home, and you let me come to see you.

Why did you stop letting me see you, Kathy?

I'm sorry if I hurt you, Viv.

Hurt me?

You hurt me.

I found you, Kathy.

You get A for marksmanship, Jerry.

Three shots, three hits.

I had to do it, Steve.

He was trying to kill the girl.

How did you find him?

That's privileged information.

My own investigation.

All right, let me guess.

You found him here... because you sent him here.

Me? Hey, come on.

Then what was your phone number doing written in his apartment over Kathy's

name?

Oh, Jerry, you set him up and then you shot him dead to silence him.

Hey, now, wait a minute. What are you talking about?

You killed your wife, Jerry.

Strangler killed the others, but you killed Mary.

You studied the case histories of the first two.

You got his M.O.

You figured that if you killed Mary the same way, that we would chalk her up as

victim number three. And it almost worked.

Except for one thing.

The killer worked in a car wash.

That's where he got his victim's keys.

So?

Mary never drove.

Never learned.

No car, no driver's license.

No way to get to a car wash. No way.

She took taxis all of the time.

You killed Mary, Jerry.

It just happened, Steve.

A day came and it happened.

There was nothing planned.

When I found out about Crenshaw, something blew inside me.

And the next thing I knew, I was choking her, squeezing her neck.

She was...

She was dead.

It was afterwards I got the idea to use the Strangler's M.O., not before.

It's just an impulse, Steve.

I'm premeditated manslaughter.

Ten years.

Maybe three off with good behavior.

What do you think?

Jerry?

Got your car?

No, Dano, no.

We'll be giving Jerry a lift.