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Good afternoon, my dear ladies. Isn't it a positively groovy day?

Why, yes, lovely.

Spirits of beauty that dost consecrate with thine own hues all that thou dost

shine upon of human thought and form.

Oh, how sweet. You write poetry.

All the time. Percy Bysshe Shelley is the name.

Will you be so kind, ma'am, as to help out a young man who appreciates the

finer things in life? A diamond ring?

Credit card. A blank check would be far out, but I'd settle for some loose

change to buy a pineapple for my lunch.

Oh, of course. Certainly.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You're so cool, I can't believe it.

Hey, you try it. I can't. Easy. I can't. I don't know what to say.

And I'd stand there like the village idiot.

You're uptight.

Hang loose.

Say whatever comes into your mind. Turn on the teeth and the eyes.

Gloom and doom bugs the straights. It turns them off. They think they'd rather

give bread to a clown than a head.

All right, now here comes another one.

Go. Go on, Cleo. He's perfect. Now, look at him. Pale white, first time in the

sun. Cigar tilted, and I've got plenty of bread angle.

Now, just tell him that he reminds you of your father.

That way he'll want to give you some advice as he's shelling out. Go on.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

I was wondering, like, I could really use... Sorry, but I have things to do.

Bread. I need some bread.

I don't understand. You looking for a bakery?

No. Bread is money.

I need money to eat.

So do we all.

Sorry, but I can't help you out.

You know, you really remind me of... my father.

Alms for the love of Allah, have mercy on this poor unfortunate.

Man, you look like somebody with a big heart.

Sir, I'm not, no.

Now, now, now, now, you're probably saying to yourself, this hippie freak is

demeaning himself and society at large by begging in the streets. But it's a

fact that pleading for alms is an ancient and honorable profession that

goes back to the biblical times, you know?

Is that a fact?

Like it's cool to give, man.

Better than to receive.

Look, to pity distress is human. To relieve it is godlike. You dig?

Yeah. How about it? Some loose change? Some old, worn-out, torn, rotten dollar

bills? What do you say?

Well, I don't have any worn, torn, dirty dollar bills, but... I would have five,

do you?

Oh, wow. Thank you. That's beautiful.

You know, I've got a lot more where that came from.

Lots more.

Yeah, well, this is fine. Thank you very much, sir.

Where are you going?

I've got a split.

Well, why don't you just talk to me for a minute? Hey, knock it off. I'm not

going to hurt you.

Just cool it, okay, man? I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you.

Just let go of me! Shh!

I'm not going to hurt you.

Quiet, quiet.

Leave me alone!

Steve, Danny's on long distance. I'll send him in as soon as he's done.

Okay.

Yes, Mr. Michaels, I got it in the mail this morning.

We'll do everything we can.

I'll call you again as soon as anything turns up.

Oh, one thing.

How recent is this photograph?

Good.

You'll hear from me, and please try not to worry.

Chief wants to see you.

Photomicrograph on that safe insulation.

Good. Good shame. When you get back to the lab, be sure you check the suspect's

clothes for traces of diatomaceae.

What about the FBI kickback on Swede? Did you get it? Not yet, but we know he

was at the Peyton house before 6.

How about Sergeant Kimura? Any evidence of arson in that war fire?

He's going over it now, Steve.

He's gonna take some ashes down to the lab. Good.

Dano, on the Lauren case, be sure you check our own index system against all

pawnbroker pledges, purchases.

We don't want to miss the obvious.

Right. Steve, there's a personal matter I'd like to devote a little time to.

Sure. What is it? Anything I can do?

A runaway girl.

Daughter of my old rooming house landlady in Berkeley.

Mrs. Michaels was awfully good to me, and I'd like to do this for her.

Any evidence the girl's in the islands?

Cleo sent a postcard from here a few weeks ago.

Maybe if she knows you're here, she'll look you up.

I don't think so. She's been missing for two months now.

Go, Dan. Go. Anything I can do, let me know. Right.

My wallet. My wallet, nurse.

My wallet isn't here.

Those were all the things that were found in your clothes.

I'm from 5-0, State Police.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened.

I... I don't remember.

Your name, sir?

Heron, Ed Heron.

Did you see who it was, Mr.

Heron? The person who hit you?

No, it all happened so fast, I told the Honolulu police everything.

Tell me.

Why the state police? It was just a mugging, that's all.

Well, we've had a bunch of muggings lately.

Six in the last month. Gives a bad image of the tourist trade, you know.

Now, maybe if you think about it, you might come up with something that could

help.

No, I...

I'm sorry, I can't help you. It's all I remember.

Don't you want to get your wallet back?

No, there was no money in it. There was nothing in it. How about identification

papers, driver's license, credit cards?

No, all my credit cards and money identification is in my briefcase in my

hotel room.

Look, can't we just forget about it? I don't want to press charges. I just want

to drop it. I just want to forget about it.

I'm sorry. I just don't feel well. I'm sorry.

All right, Mr. Hearn.

You might feel differently after you think about it a while.

Yes, yes, yes.

No, Mr. Harris, we haven't heard about your boy yet. It's only been three

weeks.

Yes, sir, I realize it seems like a long time to you, sir, but we've got hundreds

of kids to look for.

Mr. Harris, please understand.

We've got eight islands to be spread out over. A kid can vanish into a coconut

tree anywhere.

Yes, I'll call if anything happens.

North Dakota.

Sergeant, you're due in juvenile court at 12.30.

I'll be there.

And here, better add these kids to the Mimeo flyers.

Dave, with this one, a little more than routine, huh? A little extra.

You've got a nerve.

Michael's Cleo, 17, Berkeley.

Her mother is like family to me.

She's worried sick.

Dave, please.

All right.

What have you got so far?

Nothing in HPD.

No accidents, no arrests, nothing in motor vehicles, libraries, public

utilities, nothing. That is under her own name.

And what was this little extra something you had in mind?

Well, I thought maybe you could run off a couple hundred of these, put them in

squad cars.

You never know, we might get lucky, pick her up in the jungle.

Oh, all right.

But you can owe me one big one.

You got it.

I talked to Mr. Herron, the man in the hospital, Steve.

He won't press charges.

Why not?

Well, he acted kind of funny about it.

His wallet was taken, but he says there wasn't anything in it. Just wanted to

drop the whole thing.

You mean he gets mugged, he ends up in the hospital, and he wants to drop it?

Yeah. I don't buy it.

Maybe, like, he just doesn't want the police involved.

McGarrett.

I see.

Yes, I'm very glad you called. Do me a favor, will you?

See that no one touches anything in that room until I have a chance to get our

lab boys over there?

Yeah. Thank you.

Well, you may be right about that man in the hospital, Che.

He left right after you did.

Took off without being released or paying his bill.

If you've got a gut instinct about this, take Che over there. Dust that man's

room for prints. See what you can come up with.

Okay.

About what you did.

What I did? What did I do?

Ryan, you hit that man. You might have hurt him. Just a little bump on the

head. He deserved it, the closet queen.

And you stole his wallet.

Now, come on, Cleo. We're out there begging for bread, and you get paranoid

over lifting the guy's wallet?

Yeah. Look, begging is one thing, but stealing? I mean, that's something else.

Not according to Buddha.

If a man speaks or acts with pure thought, happiness follows him like a

shadow and never leaves him.

Now that creep just paid for inflicting himself on me.

You're not satisfied with just taking his wallet. You've got to take

everything you can get.

Cleo, my love, you simply must get over these middle-class hang-ups.

There probably isn't anything in the locker anyway.

Well, why would he keep his key in his wallet if there wasn't? I am bigger than

anything that can happen to me.

All these things like sorrow, misfortune, suffering are outside my

door. I am in the house and I have the key.

He's probably assailed and there's probably something in his locker useful

like baby bottles or brassieres. Oh, huh?

Flight number 101 arriving now from Chicago, gate 4.

Got his thumb.

Nice and clean.

Good.

Check around. See what else you can come up with.

What do you think?

Man on the run?

We'll find out.

Thank you.

REPEAT TO A L-

Tell the chief we still need more HPD men on the cocktail.

Here it is, Steve, from San Francisco Bunker.

Ernest Hampton.

That's not the same man I saw in the hospital.

At least it doesn't look like him.

Do the prints check out?

Yeah. Then it's got to be the same cat.

Wanted for embezzlement.

Employee insurance fund.

Chain grocery firm, $250,000.

That's a lot of fish and poi, brother.

Get an artist to go over this with you, see if he can come up with the face of

the man you saw in the hospital, then distribute it to hotels, shops, cabbies,

all down the line.

We're looking for a quarter of a million in cash, Jonathan. Let's go.

Will you stop that and talk to me?

Crazy little lavender man must have stolen all this bread.

Wild, so wild.

What are you gonna do with it?

Do?

Do, baby.

Use your sweet little old imagination.

You want Shangri-La?

I give you Shangri-La. You want Nirvana?

I give you Nirvana.

Can't keep it, Ryan.

Why not? If he stole it, he isn't gonna run to the fuzz.

All he can do is hunt around the islands for us, but we won't be here.

We will be in Pakistan or Morocco or Kathmandu. Ryan, it just

isn't right.

What would you do, give it back to him?

Look, this is stolen bread, Cleo.

Probably from some corporation that made it bleeding the public.

The insurance will cover it. Nobody's gonna get hurt.

It's just rationalizing. I mean, it's a principle.

Come on, Cleo, no middle class morality.

Not now.

I dig you, and you

dig me.

And that's how it is.

That's all it is.

Don't you see what bread like this can do for us?

We can taste some of that sweet life for a change.

You said material things didn't matter.

You said all you needed in life was food, a roof over your head, and me to

love.

That's right.

That's all I need to be happy.

But that doesn't mean that there aren't other things out there to appreciate.

It's one thing to break your hump slaving to be a consumer in this plastic

establishment, but it's something else to have the whole world yours just for

the taking.

Come on, baby.

Let us split.

No.

Ryan, I can't.

Rio, do you love me or don't you?

Hello, Danny.

Hello, Father.

I told you once before, the archbishop finds you without your collar, he'll

take your beads away.

Haven't you heard? We're pushing the now church.

Say, have you seen this girl?

No, but I can ask around.

I'd appreciate it.

Her parents would sure like to know where she is.

Well, don't get your hopes up too high.

There are quite a few out there seeking shortcuts to nirvana.

Most of them, however, find out that they're only hopelessly lost.

Where is it?

Come on, wake up.

Wake up. I want my money. Wake up.

Come on, wake up.

I want my money.

Wake up. Where is it?

Where's your boyfriend?

Where is he?

I want my money.

Wake up.

Come on, wake up.

We just can't seem to raise the guy, Steve.

You check the passport division?

Sure did.

This may be the last American town to get a passport, but he didn't get one

here. Well, there are other ways of getting one.

Check every hot forger you can drag out from under the rocks.

Well, if he's managed to get an illegal passport, he may be trying to buy the

same kind of transportation to the Orient.

Well, then we'll check every available means of leaving the islands.

Yo.

Still the missing persons?

Yeah.

That girl that died in the fire fits the description exactly.

The coroner was going to get back to me as soon as he got the ID.

Well, call.

Danny, you again?

I told you this is going to take a little time.

I know, Doc, but she might be the girl I'm looking for.

Look, it's important to me. If she's the girl that burned to death, I want to

know about it. Well, if you keep interrupting, I won't get any lunch and

you won't get any information.

Now, I'm due at Missing Persons at 1 o'clock.

Meet me there.

I'll be there.

I wonder if you could help me.

I'm looking for someone.

Who isn't?

A young man.

Beautiful.

Well, I would like to talk to him. It's about his mother. She's sick.

She's very sick.

That's too bad.

God couldn't be everywhere, so he made mothers.

Right?

Well, maybe if I give you a description of him, it would help. He wears a black

top hat, and he has a... It's kind of a costume, a jacket.

That's tough. Isn't there anything unusual about him?

He frequents a candle shop, I believe.

Sorry, Dad, don't think I can help you.

Now, if you're interested in some licorice-flavored cigarette papers for

Roland, you're on.

We've gone over the x-rays, dental charts, and believe it or not, burned as

she was, we managed to come up with some pretty good prints.

That's done by inking the fingers with a roller, then putting a piece of paper on

a spoon-shaped piece of wood. Doc, is she Cleo Michaels?

Negative. Nothing we have matches the Michaels.

From the expression on your face, I'd say the doc told you it wasn't your

girl. Whoever she is, she didn't die from the fire either.

There were 0.2 grams of heroin in her bloodstream.

O.D.

Well, I better get back.

Better take this. Give it to Steve.

What is it?

Description of a man seen leaving the candle shop just before it burned down.

Might fit that embezzler he's looking for.

Thanks, Dave.

Sergeant? Steve?

What have you got?

Kids making candles.

Easy way to start a fire.

Anything on the man seen leaving?

Well, he was looking for somebody.

Some kids report he was looking for a guy with an old top hat.

He asked about him and a girl with long brown hair.

Any names?

No, he didn't mention any.

But the kids said the guy with the hat lived here, and his name was Ryan, and

his girl was named Cleo.

Cleo? Yeah.

And her description fit the girl you've been looking for, Danny. Right down to

the moles on her cheek.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Let's step it off once.

Heron comes to Hawaii with his embezzled money.

Maybe on the way to the Orient. Maybe he wants to hustle a passport here.

He gets mugged on the street.

Doesn't want to talk about his stolen wallet to anybody.

He bails out of the hospital in a hurry.

Then he starts looking for Cleo and a boy.

Must be they have something that he wants and...

We know what that could be.

Yeah.

Some wallet, 250 grand in his back pocket.

Maybe more than his wallet was taken. Look at this.

Found it in the ashes of the fire.

Didn't seem to fit with the surroundings.

Attaché case.

That's big enough to hold a lot of cash.

Think the money was burnt up?

That's the jackpot question.

Have Che go over there. See what he can tell from the ashes.

Okay.

Dano, cover the jungle area for Heron and the two kids.

Double the manpower.

Danny, some priest named Father K's been trying to get a hold of you.

Says he knows where Cleo Michaels is.

Let's go.

There's a girl back here who'll recognize that photo.

She knows Cleo?

She'll talk for bread.

First, money later.

Where is she?

She's leaving Hawaii.

Probably tonight.

How do you know?

She told me.

Said her boyfriend's taking her to Hong Kong or someplace.

Brenda and I can use the shack.

Who's Brenda?

Just a chick who makes candles.

She makes candles at the shack?

When she isn't spaced out.

Maybe she's spaced out for good.

The shack burned down last night. A girl was found inside.

Cleo's boyfriend.

His name is Ryan.

Tall, brown-haired, wears an old top hat.

Where do you think we could find him now?

Probably catch him at the airport.

Same thing I told the other guy.

What other guy?

Some guy who's looking for Ryan.

I don't know. He said his mother was sick and wanted to find him.

Got the guy?

My girlfriend Brenda, she didn't die in the fire.

She died of an overdose of junk.

Flight 67 from Los Angeles International, now arriving at gate 14.

I can't do it.

Paranoia again?

It's wrong, Ryan. It's just wrong. It isn't. It's freedom.

We're running for the rest of our lives.

Freedom? It's the worst kind of slavery.

Cleo, that's a cop-out. You're just scared. Yes!

I'm scared.

I'm scared of living the rest of my life with guilt. And I'm scared of thinking

they're going to come and get us any day.

You said you loved me. I do.

I thought I did.

I don't know.

I'm so mixed up.

Look, Cleo.

You've got to trust me.

What we're doing isn't wrong.

They won't catch us.

Not ever. Not where we're going.

It's going to be such a heavy scene.

Hong Kong and India and other world, people, places.

Believe me, it's going to be out of sight in more ways than one.

Now, look, I've got to get us some chow to share on the plane, so you cool it.

Don't move. I'll be right back. Ryan!

Baby, trust me, will you?

This is Mr.

Ryan Moore answering the page.

I have your girlfriend.

You have my money.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

There's an abandoned airport building on the other side of the Diamond Head, on

the field.

There's a chain-link fence with an open gate. You go through there, go directly

ahead, and you'll see loading door number one.

I'll be there waiting.

Do you have that?

Yeah.

Now, you be there in 20 minutes with the money of your girlfriend.

She'll be dead.

Hey,

what's happening?

Who do you know?

Hey, what's going on? Where's Cleo?

Where is she?

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

I want to know where that girl is, Moore. And I want to know now.

What girl? What's this all about?

Quit stalling.

We know all about you and Cleo. Now, where is she?

I'm telling you, I don't know what you're talking about.

You dig, baby?

I don't know.

You got any money in that bag, baby?

You're hung for 20 years, you dig?

Now, where's the girl?

All right, all right. What's the use?

He's got her. Who's got her?

The creep, the guy with the money.

He had me paged about five minutes ago, said he had Cleo and wanted to trade her

for the money. How?

Said to bring it to some old airport building on the other side of the field.

What building?

He told me to go through an open gate and a chain link fence and it's the

building directly across Mark loading door number one.

Chin. Contact the chief of airport maintenance. Tell him I want to lay out

of that whole area.

Okay. Is that it?

He said that if I didn't come in 20 minutes, she'd be dead.

So you summed up your courage and said, I'm going to split.

Let him kill her, huh?

Wise up, man. You think for one minute that creep would keep his part of the

deal? Why do you think he wanted me out there alone with him?

He wouldn't let either one of us go so we could fink on him.

He'd kill both of us.

Maybe he won't come.

Maybe he ran away with the money.

No, he wouldn't do that. He'll come.

Wipe your hands, there's some wires.

What is all this? What is all this? Oh, my God, I forgot.

What do you mean you forgot?

Well, a couple of years ago, we started to demolish this section. We were going

to clear it for another runway, but then the plan was dropped.

How do we get through?

No way. There's 20, 30 feet of this. There has to be a way. Well, all the way

back then, the other side of the building, the long hike.

I won't die.

I'm gonna get next to him.

I'm gonna jump it out.

I did what you wanted.

You got your money.

And now you want me to let you go, is that it?

That was the deal.

The deal.

In your head, it's so simple, isn't it?

Was it part of the deal to crack my skull open?

Why?

I just wanted to be nice to you.

And then you stole my money.

Do you know what I went through to get this?

Two years of planning, 14 years of work. Do you understand the meaning of the

word work?

Skimming the insurance fund.

I'm frightened every day that they'll get you.

Detesting my job and living with a woman who hated me.

14 years.

And you want me to throw it away to let you go?

Don't move.

Please, don't move.

I'll kill you.

Both of you.

No.

Please.

I've never killed anything before.

I've got to do it. I've got to. Don't you see?

There's too much at stake. No loose ends. No loose ends. It's clean.

If they catch me, they'll put me in prison for the rest of my life.

The rest of my life.

Don't shoot him!

Ambulance? Yeah, yeah, Chin. This lucky man will get to stand trial.

Chin, check it out. See if it's all there.

Ben, stay with him.

Danny.

We've been looking for you, Claire.

How did you know?

I put some pieces together.

Found Ryan here getting on the airplane.

Cleo, listen, I can explain.

That man was right.

He didn't think you'd come.

Listen, baby, will you? They forced you to come for me.

You were going to leave.

I should have known.

I should have known just how much you wanted that money.

Your parents are very worried about you. They've called me several times.

You can tell them I'm all right, Danny.

How about going home and telling him yourself?

No.

Not yet.

Not until I find what I'm looking for.

What's that, Cleo?

I'm not sure.

I thought I'd found it.

I didn't really.

Maybe I'll know when I do, huh?

Am I free to go?

Well, we could hold you as an accessory, but we're not going to.

He told us you didn't want the money.

Said you had nothing to do with keeping it.

Thanks, Ryan.

At least for that.

Thanks for looking for me, Danny.

For saving my life.

It's not much of a life yet, is it?

Maybe it will be.

Like a wise man once said, if you

speak and act with pure thought,

happiness follows you.

Like a shadow.