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Hey, Garrett.

Morning, Steve.

Did you get the key I sent you?

Yeah, I just got it. Who is this?

Funny you should ask.

I'm an anonymous caller.

Got your tape recorder going yet?

Yeah.

Curious how I got your private number.

Yeah, how did you get it?

I was in your office and copied it down.

call is to find out if you know what that key fits.

No, I don't. You want to tell me?

I'm a sport, but you're such a big detective. I want you to dazzle me with

your brilliant powers of deduction.

I want you to figure out whose door the magic key fits.

Why is that?

Because I'm going to kill him.

Listen, while I got you on the phone, call Eddie at the advertiser and tell

him to read you Mona's letter.

That's about it, Steve.

See you around.

Eddie Sherman, please.

Eddie Sherman, what's your problem?

Eddie McGarrett, I got a question.

Did you get a letter yesterday or today from someone signed Mona?

Yeah, it came this morning. How did you know?

Read it to me, will you?

Hold on while I dig it out of this mess.

Here it is.

It's tight.

Dear Eddie, when the dummy calls and asks about the letter, tell him to look

in his middle desk drawer.

Some really hot news will be in my next letter signed Mona. That's it.

That make any sense to you, Steve?

No, not yet, Eddie, but do me a favor, will you? I know.

Yeah, that's right. Thanks, Eddie.

Glad you didn't spoil the fingerprints on the cover.

Photos will begin arriving soon.

Have fun, hotshot.

51 hours.

Morning, Donald.

Morning, Steve.

Say, look at this.

Found it on my dashboard this morning.

Where do you keep your car? My carport.

Locked? Always.

And this was inside?

Right.

Looks familiar, but I can't place it.

I know. I can't either.

Rest in peace.

What do you make of it, Steve?

I got this key in the mail this morning and this phone call.

Why is that?

Because I'm gonna kill him.

Find out if you know what that key fits.

Can't place the voice.

Yeah, well, I have a feeling we better.

Steve, you don't think this could just be a crank call, do you?

Oh, how many cranks could walk in here and plant that book in my desk? No

doubt. No, this is no crank.

Then I better get that photo album over the lab. No, you get on the key. It's

got a serial number on it. Find out the wholesaler job and then find out who

bought the blank.

What's the matter, Kono? You look shook.

Some banana got into my kitchen last night while I was sleeping, boss.

Left this in my refrigerator on a six-pack.

That could shake you up if you're sensitive or something, brother.

Another piece of the puzzle.

McGarrett, false lead.

Don't try the key in Kono's door, brilliant leader.

Doesn't fit. Signed, Mona.

P.S. There's a fat clue in here somewhere, Steve.

What's the gag?

What gag?

Well... That picture of my garage.

Your garage?

Yeah.

Kono, get on the phone. Call Chin's wife. Tell her not to be near that

garage. Dano, get on that key. Chin, let's go.

Easy, Chin.

Easy.

Could be a bomb or a gun rigged behind the door.

Get over behind the wall. I'll open it.

Go ahead. Move.

Everything look unusual or moved, Jim?

No.

Nothing.

Well, we better have a lab crew go over it foot by foot anyway, just to be safe.

I'll go tell my wife everything's okay.

I'll send her to assist us till the lab gets through here.

False clue.

Stupid.

That punk sent a letter to my wife.

Scared her half out of her head.

Signed, Morner.

Maybe you better stay with your wife a while, Jim.

No.

She's a cop's wife. A good wife.

She'll be all right.

But why does she have to be all right?

Why does she have to live with threats?

That's not the way we're gonna get him, Chen. We're gonna outsmart him.

Are you sure you don't want to stay with her, maybe take her over to her

sister's? No.

No, I just want to get hold of that maniac.

Mr. Kamani?

My name is Kono. I'm with Hawaii Five-0.

Have you ever seen this before?

Seen hundreds like that. I sell them.

69 cents a piece on sale.

Only one we care about is this one. We find your fingerprints on it.

Probably find my fingerprints on all of them, brother.

I don't wear no gloves.

Can you remember who you sold this to?

Anybody particularly in the past couple weeks?

Only one customer. Bought six.

Can you describe him?

Wasn't no him. Was a lady.

What did she look like?

Local. About 250 pounds.

50 years old.

Black hair. Sharp. Like a guy's. She said she was going to paint hula girls

on the covers and hustle them to tourists.

Okay, let's run up and see what we've got.

Two possible suspects.

George Kamani and an old Hawaiian lady who bought six albums to hustle to

tourists.

Come on, he checks out clean.

Never even had a ticket for over-parking. What about the typewriter?

Well, the paper, the notes were written down.

The paper is common stock.

You can buy a package for 30 cents at nearly 1,000 stores, including grocery

stores. The typewriter is old.

It needs cleaning.

We can identify it from the letter S, which is bent and chipped.

Anything else we can call a real piece of evidence?

It's my private line. It might be our boy again. Put a trace on him.

I'll hold him as long as I can.

McGarrett.

Guess who, Steve?

You ought to be detective enough to figure that out.

Listen, seriously, I saw you get to Chen Ho's place.

You really made it out there in great time.

Thanks. So how you doing so far, Sherlock?

How close do you think you are to nailing me?

Oh, you'll know that when I put my hand on your shoulder.

Wise up, McGarrett.

You're acting like you're playing with an amateur.

Do you really think I don't know you have somebody putting a tracer on this

call? Save yourself the trouble. By the time you get a car to where I am, I'll

be long gone.

You don't have the time to waste.

I'm going to kill the guy in the next 48 hours.

And that doesn't give you much time.

Are you ready to tell me who the target is?

Maybe.

Could be Danny.

Have you checked the trunk of his car lately?

Where's your car?

Down front. Let's go.

We got a trace of a phone booth. Got a car moving on it. Get a lab crew out

there. Maybe we can pick up a print. Could be dozens, Steve.

All we need is one.

Palace is a must stop on every tour for the 65,000 tourists that move in and out

of Honolulu every month.

No sign of any wiring.

None here either.

Driver, move that bus!

All right, ease the key in, but be careful.

Make worse, dummy.

McGarrett.

It's not Danny.

Who's left?

Get clever, stupid.

You're the great cop.

Solve this. You have the key.

Sign Mona.

P.S. It could be you, Steve 050.

Boss? Yeah? The phone booth was empty when HPD arrived.

They sealed it off.

Lab crew is lifting fingerprints off the phone now. Good. Stay on top. Right.

Uh, that was SNL. Jobbers for you, Danny.

Blank keys were sold to Joe's Key Shop.

That's the address.

Get out there, Dan. I'll take Chin's car. We'll send yours to the cleaner.

You only had one call. Eddie Sherman from the appetizer. I want you to call

him. Wicky, wicky.

Okay, what's on the schedule for the rest of the day?

You have a luncheon to attend in four minutes.

What on? The State Command Mayor Commission.

Full details on the parade to be discussed.

In case you'd forgotten, I'd stay after tomorrow.

What else?

Two o'clock this afternoon, you're to meet with the State Senate

Appropriations Committee.

Next year's budget of 5-0 is the subject.

Well, I can't miss that.

Remind me at 10 minutes to 2.

You're clear for the rest of the day.

Kono, get Chin and come in, please.

Jenny, get a hold of Dr.

Kamakono. Ask him to stop by, steal some time. Tell him I need him and need him

quickly. Chin, cover that Chamber of Commerce luncheon for me. Now, the

parade route they propose is okay.

Milt Yoshida will ask that the governor attend the grand opening of his new

building. You can approve that. Nix, anything else?

Take your sandwich along, man. They're serving aspic and tuna croquettes.

How do you know?

I covered it last year, and I starved.

Kona, hold it.

Eddie Sherman, please.

Get a hold of Che and see if he picked up any prints at that booth.

Right.

Eddie Sherman.

Eddie McGarrett. What do you got?

That dummy has a key to the door of a man I'm going to kill and can't find the

door. Call McGarrett and ask him if you don't believe me and tell the dummy to

trust Mona.

Mona never cons.

It's signed Mona, unquote.

That the straight stuff, Steve?

I'll ask the questions, Eddie.

Yeah, I got a key, and I don't know what it fits.

Excuse me.

I'm Dan Williams, Hawaii 5-0.

Glad to meet you. I'm Joe.

Joe, you work this shop alone?

When I'm not here, it's closed.

We're trying to track down a key that figures in a case.

The jobber told us the blank for it was sold to you.

Have you got it with you?

This is it.

Sure, I made this key. Has my punch mark on it. I made two duplicates of the

original. When was that? Do you remember?

Oh, about ten days ago.

Do you know who ordered them?

The fellow didn't mention his name, brought the keys, and had copies made.

You didn't know who he was?

No, never came here before or since.

Was anybody else here at the same time who could give me a description of him?

Nobody else was here, but I can give you a part of the description.

Like, for instance, he had strong hands.

You mean like laborers? No, but not soft like a guy who works in an office.

He was a little taller than you are.

His voice came from about here.

He's right-handed.

That's a guess.

He gave me the keys and paid me with his right hand.

Thanks, Joe. You've been an awful lot of help.

This is my card.

If I can be any more help, call me. Thanks, Joe.

That's okay.

Boss, one moment, please.

This is the Senate Appropriations Committee.

They finished early on the morning session.

They'd like you to come down and offer your statement now.

What about Dr. Kamakona?

Well, he'll be by about 1.30.

Tell the senators to mum away.

Mr. McGarrett is on his way now, sir.

Oh, yes, sir. He knows the meeting's in room 113.

Is this you, Steve-O?

Yeah, this is McGarrett.

Tell me something, great detective.

Have you looked at your handkerchief today?

No, why?

Why don't you?

I'll wait.

Nothing, right?

All right, now what does that tell you?

You don't know?

I'll tell you.

You're like a...

on a string, Steve.

I can make you go into that room.

I can make you reach into your own pocket.

I can do anything I want with you.

Do you know why?

Because you can't find me, and you don't have the first idea how to start to find

me. Do you know what that means, McGarrett?

That means you're a lousy cop.

I see.

What else?

Now go back to your office.

Just got the latest word from our boy.

He knew I was to address the Senate Appropriations Committee, so he faked a

call that got me down there during recess.

Then he called me there.

That's what you call chutzpah.

How'd you do at the key shop?

Subtle one thing.

Why, Mona's name is signed to all those letters.

Joe's key shop is run by a blind man.

He gave me his card when I left. Check the name.

Joe Mona.

Proprietor. There's no ordinary crank.

I'm convinced he does intend to make an attempt on someone's life.

And I'm just as convinced there's no way you're gonna frighten him off.

You're just gonna have to take him.

Now, there's no hint as to who the victim is going to be, but there is one

factor that makes it curious.

He says Steve is not the victim.

And yet at the same time, he makes every reference to Steve a chop.

Calls him stupid, dummy.

Calls him a lousy, ineffective cop.

No one else.

Just Steve.

I don't know what that means, but it opens the possibility that Steve and the

intended victim are tied together some way.

What about all them leads, Doc? Do you mean anything?

Well, if you read the messages and notes carefully, you'll find he never once

names a victim.

He makes statements that lead you to believe someone might be the victim.

He thinks he's really clever, and he is.

But how he proves to himself how really clever he is is by telling you the

truth.

and outfoxing you.

If he says Joe Doakes is the victim, Joe Doakes is the victim.

So where does that leave us, Doc?

With a key to a door we can't find, and what, 39 hours to stop killing?

you were too stupid to figure out where the key fits, so I decided to give you a

little help.

Do you think you're bright enough to follow the Little Red Trail?

If you can, then you'll know who I'm gonna kill.

Good morning.

What's our list?

Mr. McGarrett's auto, sir.

All right, Steve, let's have it. What's going on?

Yesterday, I started getting threats against somebody's life.

We didn't know who it was, not until this morning.

Mine?

Yes, sir.

Have any idea who my friend is?

None.

But from the evidence we have at hand, he set a clock for us. Time runs out at

6 p.m. tomorrow.

All we can do is take the normal precautions.

Sir, tomorrow is Kamehameha Day.

You're... The schedule has already appeared in the press. It's your most

public day of the year. You've got a parade to review, a dedication of a

building, greeting officials who have come in from out of town for the

celebration, a luncheon to attend to, and at least a half a dozen other public

appearances. And all the routes you're going to cover have already been

announced.

Picked a perfect day, didn't he?

If I had another thousand men and a month longer to prepare, I couldn't

begin to cover you for that parade.

You're just going to have to do the best you can.

Sir, I don't think you understand.

I can't give you the protection the situation demands.

No way.

Every man in public life today knows he can be killed if someone really wants to

kill him. Except I don't think you understand.

This is no ordinary threat.

This man has access to your office, to mine, to this building, Chin Ho's home.

Danny's home.

Kono's home. Now he's proven it. He's been there.

I understand your concern, Steve.

I share it. It's my life that's being threatened.

And I don't have a hero complex or any feeling of immortality, but I am the

governor of the state of Hawaii, Steve.

And Five-0 is responsible for your safety.

Therefore, I have no alternative but to ask you to please go to your home on a

big island where we can protect you until the situation is cleared up.

I can't do that.

Well, the lieutenant governor can act in your stead.

Yes, he can.

And then what do we do the next time there's a threat?

Now, the kitchen is hot, Steve.

But that heat comes with the job now. It's built in.

I don't like it.

But I took the job. Heat and all.

I asked for it.

What good is a dead governor, sir? What good is a governor who concedes to

threats?

All it would take to run me out of my office is a note threatening my life.

Government can't function under those conditions.

There's no pleasure in the risk, Steve, but I know my job.

Sir, then you'll have to do one of two things. Either you place yourself

entirely in my hands until this is resolved, or... Steve.

I won't accept your resignation.

I suppose that means I'm...

In your hands.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to ask HPD to put two men at your door, at the office and at the

residence, Washington Place.

Now, one of my people will be with you 24 hours a day, so I'll have to ask you

to postpone any confidential conversations, because my man will be

under strict orders not to leave you under any circumstances.

It would help if you could conduct as much of your official business as

possible by phone.

Come on in.

He's after the governor.

Anybody turn up anything?

Nothing. Somebody said he thought that Louie Zappua brought in a hitman from

Tokyo to square beef.

HPD's checking that.

A pro hitman ain't about to tell us he's going to do it. All right.

Now that we know our man intends to kill the governor, does that trigger anything

with anybody?

It only proves that Doc Comicon was right when he said that he thought you

and the victim were connected somewhere.

That's what bothers me, what George said.

Now that we know that the governor is the target, we don't know why nothing in

the letters say why.

But how many times have we had threat letters in cases where the man or woman

who wrote them didn't jump onto a soapbox to explain why the victim should

be killed? They always do in some way.

Maybe those letters are telling us why, and we're just not seeing it. It must

have been invisible ink. We've been over those letters a hundred times already.

Wait a minute, Kuno.

Keep going, Denham.

There's only one consistent thing, one thing in each letter and each phone

call.

It's you, Steve.

The slams, the name-calling.

And each note either came directly to you or went through somebody who would

have to lay it on you.

That's right. That's right. Keep going, Denham.

What would you do if, uh...

If you put yourself in somebody's place who wanted to hurt you, I mean, really

put you through torture, what would you do?

In that place, I wouldn't kill you.

It's too easy, too fast.

But what happens to you if I kill the governor?

Yeah.

Yeah, a lot of things go down the drain.

5-0's reputation, mine.

Because you were personally responsible for the governor's safety.

Well, the governor fits as a victim two ways, then.

One, he hired you.

Two... He's the only victim our man could hit that would wash you out.

Kuno, give HPD that list of people who have threatened the governor.

Tell him to check them all out, pick up any who look likely.

What about the list of you, Steve?

Check them too.

Vano, get over to the governor's office.

Stay with him. If he gets any packages, I want them x-rayed before they're open,

and I want you to open them. If he's in the office, I want you with him.

Don't leave him for a second. We'll have HBD take over when we get him back to

the residence tonight.

McGarrett. Yeah, McGarrett.

You think you can foul me up by holding the story back from the press?

There's no way.

I can send them all the story. I'm gonna be in the evening papers and all over

the TV news tonight.

How do you like that, hotshot?

I don't. Well, that's tragic.

But people have the right to know the news, and just because you're screwing

up, there's no reason to hold out on them, is it?

When the governor drops, everybody should know how bad you blew it, right?

Right. What are you hung up on?

Dumbness.

But you're smart.

I know you've got an automatic trace going on any calls on this line, Steve.

You're not going to stall me until a blue and white gets here.

Well, I was just trying to let you down easy because you're not so smart after

all. That's why I'm already apprehended, right?

Get off it, dummy.

You'll never find me unless I want to be found.

I'm going to tell you why, Steve.

You've got two bad habits.

You think you've got brains.

That's one.

And second, forget it.

It wouldn't help.

No, no, tell me.

Or are you worried that HPD is moving in on you right now?

I'm not stupid. It's you that's stupid.

But that doesn't stop you, does it?

Stop me from what?

Playing judge.

Ten idle. Judging better.

playing judge 10 idle judging better men than you are

stop

me from what playing judge 10 idle judging better men

from what playing judge 10 idle judging better

Playing judge, 10 idle.

10 idle.

10 idle.

Playing judge, 10 idle.

10 idle.

Amen.

See? Notes were typed on this typewriter.

His stencils are here, too.

Set up a stakeout.

Hey, Steve, look.

There's no question that the man we're after is Bill Cameron.

Since he didn't go back to his apartment last night...

We can only assume that he spotted us on stakeout or he had to take up his

position for the assassination attempt.

All right, first move for us is to go over every inch of this palace.

Once this area is cleared, Danny will pick up the governor at the residence

and bring him here.

Now, I want a ring of six men around the governor when he enters this building,

and I want every other man in position at least a half an hour before he gets

here.

What about the bulletproof glass screen, Jen?

Already up, Steve.

Very well.

We'll keep tight, walkie-talkie communications.

Every man reports, every 15 minutes.

Between times, we'll make random checks at the various stations.

That way, there's no pattern for Cameron to rely on.

Once this building is secured, nobody comes or goes unless they're cleared.

We'll have men scattered through the crowd. We'll have seven-foot-high sheets

of bulletproof glass to protect you when you review the parade.

I'd rather not have them.

Uh, but you're the boss.

I'd also rather take every morning work from my own office.

Well, we can come close to covering you here, sir. It'd take us at least two

days just to check the statehouse.

I don't even know who Cameron is.

He was an HPD patrolman.

Broke before a review board on a citizen's complaint.

Roughing up a juvenile suspect, GTA.

The kid turned out to own the car. The boy's father brought the complaint.

HPD asked us to investigate. We did.

Turned up seven other instances of brutal treatment of suspects.

Had never been reported.

A gambler, a couple of prostitutes, little people who couldn't fight back.

I sit on the review board. I recommend a dismissal.

He was. And he doesn't think he should have been.

Therefore, he shoots me and ruins you.

Just out of curiosity, what kind of a record did he have in other areas? Was

there a giveaway?

You could cut your finger on the creases in his trousers.

Fifth in his class at the police academy.

First in marksmanship.

That's not a comforting thought.

It wasn't meant to be, sir.

I'll deal the cards straight out.

If Cameron gets a shot at you, he'll hit you. There's no question about it.

That's why I have to insist that you wear this bulletproof vest.

Now, please.

The long range can stop a bullet.

Closer range, it can slow it down enough to make the difference.

Come on.

Yeah.

Check-in station 5.

This is Tiger 5. Okay.

Check-in station 11.

We're 11. Okay.

Lieutenant Ishii, check in.

Nothing more than a couple of pickpockets out here, Chin.

No sign of Cameron.

Check in station two.

This is Eagle Two.

Okay.

Check-in station 2.

This is Eagle 2.

Okay. Check-in station 11.

This is Apple 11. Okay. Check-in station 5.

Tiger 5. Okay.

Steve, Chano just checked in. All posts are clear.

All right, we'll go out the front door this time, Denno.

Set up a six-man cordon for a move to the car.

We'll have to release two men from the landing in order to make six.

Have to risk it. What route do you want covered for the driver?

We'll put six bikes out in front of the car. We'll pick our own route as we go.

Kono.

Ready to roll, boss.

Check in Station Five.

This is Tiger Five, okay.

We'll release from our post in front of the governor as soon as he reaches our

post. That is approved, Tiger Five.

Check in Station One.

This is Blue One.

OK.

Check in station two.

Eagle two.

OK.

Go ahead, Mr. McGirt.

No. No, you didn't kill him.

Huh?

No.

No, I didn't miss.

No, I didn't miss. You're lying. You're lying. You think so?

He's gonna live a long time.

Yeah, he wore a vest.

He's dead, Carrot.

He's dead.

If he's not... If he's not dead...

Why did I do all this?

How bad is it, sir? I'm all right.

It's Kono.

Thanks, Steve.

Yes, sir.

How are you, Kono?

Some guys will do anything to get Kamehameha Day off.