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You're home early.

Yes. Betty went to visit her parents tonight.

She's been doing that quite often lately, hasn't she, Alex?

Could it be that she's getting tired of the waiting game?

No, Melissa, she's a woman of infinite patience.

We'll see.

By the way, where were you this evening?

Are you really interested?

Bye.

You were aware of nothing wrong until you heard the maid scream.

I was working in the garage using an electric drill. They make a great deal

of noise.

Then I turned it off.

When I heard Amanda screaming, I ran out of the garage just in time to see a man

running up the driveway.

Then he turned and started shooting at me.

See?

I just talked to the maid.

How is Amanda?

The sedative. You gave her help, Doctor.

What's her story, Dan?

Just that she heard the gunshot, went to a window, saw Mrs. Southmore slumped

over, saw the figure of a man running away.

Are you sure there's nothing specific you can tell us about the man, Doctor?

Well, he was just a shadow.

How about the car he was driving?

I only got a glimpse of it. Oh, you saw it?

Well, I had run back into the garage.

And when he stopped shooting, I came back out again, just in time to see him

pulling away.

And it was an older, inexpensive car of some kind.

Doctor, do you have a description of the jewelry your wife was wearing this

evening?

Yes, I think so.

I have photographs and a professional appraisal of all our jewelry.

Insurance company insisted on it.

They're right here in the deck.

Got anything?

Yeah. Two slugs from that garage door and a gasoline credit card receipt.

Dated today.

She was wearing this wristwatch, this necklace, and her engagement

and wedding rings, of course.

I don't know what all else. Why don't you just take... Here, take all of

these. Thank you.

Oh, tell me, Doctor.

Do you know of anyone who had a reason to kill your wife?

I don't understand, Mr. McGarrett.

She was robbed.

Isn't it obvious why she was killed?

The obvious always bothers me, Doctor.

Steve, look at this.

Okay, get me photographs and plastic casts.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

There were two shots fired.

One in the chest and one through the left temple.

Powder burns indicate the second shot was fired with a gun right against the

head.

Sort of coup de grace, huh? Right.

38 caliber. The killer was making sure, wasn't he? Very sure.

What kind of a gun was it, Jay?

Smith and Wesson.

What about the, uh, plaster cast of the tire track?

Old rubber, size 613.

Tread practically gone on them. A lateral break on one.

Good.

Down.

Last night, Mrs. Southmore had dinner at the Surfrider with her Mr. and Mrs. John

Phillips. Who were they?

Old friends of hers from San Francisco. Just visiting here.

She met them about 6.15. They left the Surfrider about 8.

Mr. and Mrs. Phillips walked her to her car. She drove off alone.

Phillips then went to a concert at the Shell.

Their story check out? All the way.

What about the description of Mrs. Southmore's jewelry?

Every pawn shop on the island will have it within the hour.

All right.

I want you to get the word to every fence in town.

Let them know just how hot this ice is. And if they touch it, they're going to

get burned.

Steve. Yeah. What about that gas credit card receipt?

Kono's on it. Sure. I remember her. Any particular reason?

Yeah. She was good looking. Class.

And great legs.

Drove in about nine.

How do you fix the time?

Because I close at nine.

She drove in alone.

Yeah. Yeah, this is Charlie Ling.

What?

The guru told you to call me?

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. What you got?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Yeah, I may be interested.

Okay, make it the wildlife overpass in an hour.

You're Charlie Ling.

Am I?

My name is Gibbett.

Look, mister.

What I don't know ain't gonna hurt me.

Like this stuff you want to show me.

Maybe you ain't heard it from your rich auntie.

Maybe not. I don't know. I don't care.

You dig?

Okay, let's see what you got.

Not great.

But not bad.

How much?

What's the rush?

Look, will you just make me an offer?

This stuff must be pretty hot.

No.

So hot you just want to dump it and cut out, right? No.

Look, mister, forget it.

Man, the way you're pushing, I wouldn't give you more than a grand for the whole

thing.

A thousand?

Eh, outside.

Okay. What?

I'll take a thousand for all of it.

Okay.

Okay, I'll meet you inside the main entrance at Sea Life Park in a couple

hours. What's the matter with right here, right now?

Because this is all the bread I got on me.

One dime.

Just an up-close phone call.

This way, anything goes wrong, I tell the cops I was just asking you for a

light.

Sea Life Park.

Make it noon.

Nemo?

Oh, Steve. Yeah. I've got something. Like what?

Southmore. He owns a .38 caliber Smith & Wesson.

Gun number 3798.

Registered in his name.

Alex, you don't look well.

You look terribly tired.

It's this horrible business.

I guess the shock is beginning to tell.

Why don't you let Dr. Berdahl take your calls for the next few days?

I'd rather be busy.

You know, it's ironic.

For three years, the one thing I wanted was my freedom from Melissa.

But as much as I wanted my freedom...

For her to be murdered, ah, it's horrible.

Alex, how much do you love me?

What are you really asking?

You said there were times when you hated her, hated the sight of her.

Do you love me so much that... Betty.

Oh, you can't believe I'd do anything like that.

My death was so lucky.

Isn't that an awful thing to say?

But it's true.

Fate stepping in and giving us this terrible gift.

So I wonder if it was fate or if you were so desperate... No.

No.

What kind of... away would that be for us to start our life together.

You can't mean that.

I'm sorry, Alex.

I am sorry. I love you so.

Can I see you tonight?

Is that wise?

I don't care what people think. I've got nothing to hide.

Oh, Mr. McGarrett.

Come in.

That'll be all, Mr. Yaffe.

Any news?

Yeah.

Your wife was killed with a .38 caliber Smith & Wesson.

So?

So you have a handgun, same caliber, same make, registered in your name.

That's right.

I'm sure a lot of people have a gun just like it.

Doctor, I'm not interested in a lot of people, just you.

What was the status of your relationship with your wife?

Well, it's no secret.

We were... strained, I guess, is the word for it.

I wanted a divorce.

But your wife wouldn't give you one?

No.

So the last few years, we went our separate ways.

As for the gun, it's right here.

Well, Che, have a look.

The one on the left is the one I just test-fired from Dr.

Southmore's gun.

You can see the lands and grooves aren't nearly as prominent on it... as they are

on the one taken from Mrs. Southmore's body.

So that means she couldn't have been killed with Dr.

Southmore's gun.

No way.

Hello, Charlie.

Hey, Mr. Williams.

How are you?

Hey, come in, come in. Sit down, sit down.

Uh, buy you a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

What can I do for you?

Take a look at these.

Sure.

This stuff hot?

So hot they could raise blisters.

Stolen from a woman who was murdered last night.

Maybe we should talk about it.

Wait a minute, Mr. Williams.

I don't know nothing about this stuff.

Yeah, I guess we better talk.

Right on time.

Have you got the money?

Yeah.

Hey, man.

Relax, man. Relax.

Where are you going? Where are you going?

Relax.

Steve, I'm going to ask you again, Mr. Harper. Did you kill Melissa Southmore?

I don't want to answer any more of your questions.

Does that mean you've changed your mind and want to talk to a lawyer?

I don't need a lawyer.

I'll tell you something, Mr. Harper.

I've been a cop a long time, and I've never seen a man who needed a lawyer

more.

We have a statement from Charlie Ling.

that you met him on the Wiley overpass, offered to sell him some jewelry.

This jewelry.

The jewelry you had in your possession when you were arrested.

Melissa Southmore's jewelry.

We have a plaster cast of a tire track.

It matches the tire on your car exactly. That put you at the Southmore home last

night. Now, if you want to tell us the rest of the story, fine.

But don't kid yourself, Mr. Harper, that we haven't got you because we have.

Cold.

All right, Chin, take him away.

Come on.

All right.

I killed her.

That's what you want to hear, isn't it?

All I want to hear is the truth.

Mrs. Harper?

Yes.

Mrs. David Harper?

Yes.

We're from Hawaii 5-0.

May we come in?

What is it? It's about your husband.

He's being held on suspicion of homicide.

And Charlie Ling said to meet him at Sea Life Park at noon.

Let's take this apart and put it together again, Mr. Harper.

You say you were parked near the gas station.

You were desperate for money. I haven't worked in a long time.

You had a gun. You were gonna hold up the gas station. Yes.

But then you saw Mrs. Southmore, noticed her jewelry, changed your mind about

holding up the gas station, and followed her instead.

Yes. But you didn't know she was going home.

How could I?

All right.

You got to the Southmore home. Tell me about that.

I told you.

Tell me again.

May I have a glass of water, please?

Her car turned into a driveway.

I stopped and waited a minute.

What for?

Trying to figure out what to do.

Then I turned off my headlights. I started up the driveway toward the

garage.

There was a light on. I looked in.

There was a man working on an old car.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

All right.

Go on.

I started toward the house.

I saw lights on around the swimming pool.

And I saw the woman.

Standing beside the pool?

Lying on a sort of... Shave. I told you that.

And then she saw you?

Yes. And?

And I shot her.

Just like that?

Yes.

Then you took her purse and her jewelry.

And there was $40 in the purse.

$48.

Why are you trying to trick me?

Skip it.

And I shot her again.

Why?

To make sure that she was dead.

To be sure that she'd never be able to identify me.

And you're sure there was no other reason?

Yes.

Okay. And I started back up the driveway, and I heard somebody scream.

And the guy came out of the garage.

I sort of panicked. I took a couple of shots at him, and he ducked back in the

garage. I ran back to my car and drove off.

And drove straight home?

No. I drove to the McCulley Street Bridge and threw the gun in the Alois

Canal.

Please, I can't answer any more questions.

Get me Lieutenant Rice of Harbor Patrol.

Tell him I need a couple of his divers.

Yeah, Gin. Yeah.

Yeah.

Ginny, raise Dano for me.

Yes, Steve.

Dano, is Mrs. Harper with you?

Right. Mrs. Harper, can you hear me?

Yes, Steve, she can.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your husband collapsed when he was being

booked. He's at the hospital.

Dano, take her there.

Right, I'll be at the hospital

Dr. Fogadah, key now one stat.

Dr. Fogadah, key now one stat.

Mrs. Harper, this is Steve McGarrett.

May I see my husband?

Yes, of course.

Nurse?

David? How do you feel?

David?

It isn't true.

Is it what the police said?

It isn't.

It can't be.

David? Can you hear me?

Then tell me what happened.

Please.

David?

Please, tell me what happened.

He's dead.

Apparently from a brain hemorrhage.

But that's academic.

What do you mean it's academic?

He'd have died anyway, in a matter of weeks.

What makes you say that?

David Harper was a patient here a few months ago.

He insisted on being released when he was told there was nothing that could be

done for him.

He had leukemia.

My husband was a kind and gentle man. Mr. McGarrett, a good man.

He never hurt anybody in his life.

I don't care what evidence you have.

I don't care what David said he did.

I know he didn't kill that woman.

Why do you think he confessed?

Perhaps you can tell me.

Oh, no.

No, Mrs. Harper, no threats, no intimidation.

Then I don't know.

Your husband said he needed money desperately.

What did he need it for?

Michael.

Our son.

He's eight now.

He's in a...

A private school on Maui.

The Lahaina School for Retarded Children.

It's expensive.

It was more than we could afford when we were both working.

And... Then David became ill.

When they told him at the hospital that there was really nothing they could do

for him, he became frantic, worrying about Michael and me.

Especially Michael.

There was no savings.

No insurance.

My husband is not a killer, Mr. McGarrett.

Do we wrap it up?

No, Dono. Something's wrong.

What's wrong?

I don't know, but we're going to find out.

Dig up everything you can on David Harper, okay?

Good on you.

Hey, Roy, give me your hand.

Okay.

You have anything for me?

There's an awful lot of stuff down there, but no gun.

At least not yet.

We've covered every inch for 50 feet on either side of that bridge. Well, then

make it 100, will you? Mr. McGarrett, that's an awful lot you're asking. I

know.

Well, okay. If it's down there, we'll get it for you. Good. Okay, brother.

Look, Mr. Williams, I swear to you. Come on, Charlie, come on.

Harper needed all the bread he could lay his hands on. Now, why would he take

only $1,000 for nearly $30,000 worth of ice?

It doesn't make sense.

Okay. Okay, it doesn't make sense. But I'm giving it to you straight, man.

He jumped at the grand.

Sorry, I can't help you.

You sure? You never saw the man before?

I'm positive.

He's a perfect stranger to me.

And the name David Harper means nothing to you?

Not a thing.

Look at it again, Doctor.

Think back to the other night. Try to remember. Could he have been the man you

saw? Maybe the same height, same build?

Could be, but I told you what I saw was just a shadow. I mean, it could have

been anybody.

Mr. McGarrett, I detect a reluctance on your part to accept his confession.

Why is that?

Well, Doctor, have you ever run all the tests you can run on a patient, gotten

all the facts, and still feel that the diagnosis is wrong somehow, that there's

something missing?

Yes, that happens.

That answers your question, doesn't it?

Is the boss in? Yeah.

Ready for this? What do we got?

Hopper, a conscientious objector.

During career, he was called for induction into the army.

He refused.

Said under no circumstances could he take the life of another human being.

Hopper agreed to a non-combat assignment rather than be subject to arrest.

He served in the medical corps.

Doesn't sound like a man who put a gun to a woman's head, does it?

Got something, Donner? I just talked to the Lahaina Institute for the Retarded.

The Hopper boys have been there for nearly four years now.

As far as they're concerned, he can stay forever.

What does that mean?

It means that last week they got a cashier's check for $75,000.

$75,000?

From whom?

David Harper.

Saimin. Japanese chicken noodle soup from Uncle Lee's all-night joint.

Thanks, Chin.

I thought your uncle was Chinese.

Oh, he is.

But his joint is in a Japanese neighborhood, so he's passing.

Say, Steve.

What have you got against an easy one once in a while?

Nothing.

If you catch one, let me know.

Well, we got one.

This one.

Hopper confessed.

You took him over with the jumps.

His story's solid. Not a crack in it.

You think so?

Let me show you something.

Harper lived here.

The gas station where he said he spotted Mrs. Southmore is here.

Southmore Home is here.

So?

So Mrs. Harper said that her husband picked her up at work someplace in

Waikiki, drove her home.

They arrived home at 8.45 last night, give or take a minute or two.

Now, Mrs. Southmore bought gasoline here a few minutes before 9.

Now, I drove this route this afternoon.

Took me exactly 17 and a half minutes.

You mean Hopper could not have gotten to the station time to see Mrs. Southmore?

With a little luck, he could.

And if he made every green light and averaged about 35 miles an hour.

Well, that's a lot of luck.

Yeah.

And with a lot less luck.

He could have made it from his house directly to the Southmore home in a

little over 25 minutes.

Well, that could mean he was waiting for her when she arrived home.

Yeah, he's here.

Go just a minute, I'll ask him.

It's Lieutenant Rice.

He wants to know if you want his divers to go on looking for Harper's gun in the

morning.

Steve?

Steve?

What? Lieutenant Rice wants to know if you want him to go on looking for the

gun.

No.

No!

Tell him I just found it.

The inside diameter measures just exactly one thousandth of an inch larger

than the standard for a revolver of this make.

It was a good hunch, Steve.

I really should have checked it myself.

Oh, forget it. I'm sorry to get you out of bed at this hour.

Well, for something like this, any time.

Next question, Che. Was the gun reborn?

Well, the person had the proper equipment and the know-how.

It could have been.

But was it?

I think it was.

Not good enough.

I need supporting evidence. I've got to have it.

It's right over there.

Right.

It won't take a minute for a test ring.

Give me a test call on 9462115.

Thanks Ron.

It's going to be like looking for a very small needle in a very large haystack.

Speak English.

Translation. Don't hold your breath.

Chair's taking a long time. Yeah.

Yeah, just a minute. Che?

Danny from the hospital.

Yeah, Danno.

Your hunch is right, Steve.

Southmore donates one day a week here at the hospital.

Did he see Harpoon when he was there?

I couldn't pinpoint that, but I did find out that a couple of months ago

Southmore went through the hospital files looking for male patients with

terminal illnesses.

That's good enough, Danno. Come on in.

I was just calling you.

Now, let me get this straight.

You're accusing me of killing Melissa?

Yeah. Would you like me to run it down for you, doctor?

If you can, yeah.

You wanted a divorce.

Your wife wouldn't give it to you without handing you your head

financially along with it. I don't deny that.

So you got an idea.

You searched the hospital records for a man who had a terminal illness and who

needed money, needed it desperately.

You settled on David Harper.

You offered him $75,000, maybe more, but at least $75,000 to kill your wife,

providing he got himself caught and finally confessed.

Ridiculous.

Harper had leukemia.

He had nothing to lose. He'd probably die before he went to trial.

But there was a hitch.

He just couldn't bring himself to kill.

So, uh, you tipped your hand.

You were stuck with him, so you made him a proposition.

You'd do the killing if he took the rocket and he bought it.

So he came here the other night, and he waited while you killed your wife.

He took her jewelry, make it look like a robbery.

Then you got him to take a couple of wild shots at you before he took off.

You're guessing, McGarrett. You can't prove one thing that you're saying.

And what is that?

The results of spectrographic and X-ray diffusion tests on some metal borings

that we took from that boring machine.

The tests proved that some of the filings were definitely from the barrel

of your revolver.

After you used the gun on your wife, you re-bought it.

You changed the rifling so that in a ballistics test, the slugs wouldn't

match. Very clever.

I'm going to ask you to come along with me, Doctor.

I'm going to call my lawyer right now. Tell him you'll be in my office.