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Yeah.

What do you say, man?

Get lost.

Sorry.

How about you and me having a drink, honey?

Hey, what's the matter, honey?

Don't I look good to you?

You look good to me, real good.

Come on, baby.

Don't give me the big cool it act.

I know what you chicks are like.

What's the matter, kid?

White meat too rich for your blood?

You lousy good broad!

Hey, Woody, you struck out.

Get your nose out of my business, buddy!

No, listen, why don't you come on over and have a beer? It's just not your

night.

Is she conscious? She is now.

Get her name?

Kayama. Nora Kayama.

Who found her? A date. She was supposed to meet him, but she didn't show, so we

went to the place he telephoned. This is it. He found her.

This is the fourth case in six weeks to you. That's an elevated rate.

Yeah. That's why we're on it. Orders from the man personally.

What can you tell us?

She was beaten severely, mostly about the upper body.

Head, shoulders, no fractures.

Was she raped?

Yes, no question.

Do you know who did this to you?

No.

Not his name.

Have you ever seen him before?

No. Is there anything you can tell us that might help us find him? Anything

you remember about him?

He was bald.

Completely bald?

His head was shaven.

I know how difficult this is for you, but there's one thing that is very

important in a case like this.

Did you resist him?

Did you fight?

Did I fight?

Fragment of a fingernail. Left forefinger.

Matches a missing portion of the victim's finger.

Found where?

Here. Victim's car was parked here.

She was discovered by her boyfriend here.

Entrance to the saloon here.

Any footprints?

Yes, two.

Want to try for width?

D. On the money.

Also observe, hole in the left sole.

What kind of shoe?

Leather sole, low heel, rounded toe.

Sports shoe, loafer. Can't go any further than that. Anything else? Right.

Three strands of blonde hair, fine grain, 25.7 millimeters in length, taken

from under the victim's fingernails.

Chest hair?

Right.

Flesh samples, also from under the victim's fingernails.

Analyzed for blood type.

Findings type A.

Grass and shrubbery samples taken from the site of the attack.

Bloodstains. A?

A.

Fabric strands.

Light color. Beige or ecru. 65% Dacron polyester. 35% combed cotton.

In other words, 100% sports shirt.

Permanent press.

That it?

It. Thanks.

Chin.

What have you got?

The owner says he didn't see anything. But the other bartender says he saw a

skinhead in there and saw him try to pick up a girl.

So I showed him a photo of Miss Kayama, and he said it could have been her.

That place doesn't exactly have the biggest light bill in town.

It's pretty hard to get a good look at faces.

Yeah. Any decent description of this skinhead?

Practically the same as hers. Big, strong, bald as an egg.

Anything else?

I showed Miss Kayama the mug photos.

Nothing. No ID.

I want him. I want this guy.

I've heard 100 different reasons for murder, but when a man beats a girl like

that and rapes her, there's only one reason.

He's turned animal. He's gone rabid.

Now, we're dealing with a... We're dealing with a mad dog, and I want to

nail him and put him away before he attacks somebody else.

Can you think of a better place to look for a skinhead in the military?

Lieutenant Mitchell, Sea Company. Second platoon reporting as ordered, sir.

Fall in, soldier.

Anywhere.

Gentlemen.

Attention!

Stand at ease!

Platoon, prepare for inspection, sir.

It's you men, unbutton the top three buttons of your shirt.

Let's see, soldier.

So you fell over a hedge, huh?

Not on a hedge. Smack into it.

I was lying there right on top of it.

You don't believe me? All right, ask Perkins. He pulled me off of it. Go on,

ask him. I already have.

Perkins said that you fell on a hedge out like a light, that he pulled you off

and helped you to your bunk.

Okay, I guess that wraps it up, huh?

Is it all right for me to go now, sir?

It's up to Mr. McGarrett.

What does Perkins' story prove, that you fell on a hedge?

What more do you want?

Lots more, soldier.

Lots more. Detailed information, so just stay put.

May I see your service record, Captain?

Paul is in his locker.

He's your soldier?

Well, I'd say it was the fourth one from the left.

Could you swear to that in court?

Yeah, that's it.

Okay, thank you.

He says yes, the guy who runs the place says no. Or even, yeah.

Miss Kayama, this is a one-way mirror.

Nobody can see you from the other side. Now, come in, please, and see if you can

identify any of the men.

Are you sure?

Okay.

Two out of three. Book them.

I'll tell you what worries me, Steve. Listen to this. This is the bartender's

statement. I'm quoting.

I seen the young lady take a swing at the skinhead with her bag, letting him

have it right in the face.

He grabs her and starts shaking her.

I call the boss, who's just on his way to break it up, when this customer gets

in there and says something to the skinhead that stops him.

The young lady goes out, and a little later the skinhead follows. That's all I

seen on account of the boss tells me to get back to work, unquote.

What worries you about that?

Well, the boss says it never happened.

He didn't see the skinhead, he didn't see the girl, he didn't see the

customer, he didn't see anything.

One of them's lying.

Yeah. Well, I think it was a boss.

The girl positively identified Kenner.

We have the shirt, the shoes, the hairs from his chest, blood type matches.

Steve, you can't convict with three hairs off somebody's chest and a blood

type that's found in 45% of all Anglo-Saxons.

And as far as the shoes and the shirt are concerned, all that does is prove he

was there.

We have to prove criminal assault, Steve, and I need that other customer to

do it.

Why? I don't understand that. If he talked to Kenner, I want to know what it

is that he talked about.

I have to be able to prove intent, Steve.

I want to be able to prove that Kenner made advances to the girl and that he

grew enraged when she refused them.

That's the kind of groundwork I gotta have.

You find me that other customer, and I'll hand you the conviction on a tray.

You shine up that tray, John.

I know better than him.

How could he tell what I saw?

In his signed statement, your bartender said that he pointed them out to you.

That you saw them struggling and you were about to intervene when another

customer broke it up.

Are you denying that?

Hey, some guys will sign anything.

You know, if you want to know what I think, the guy was drinking.

And it wouldn't be the first time he was drunk on the job.

So that's why I booted him out.

You fired the guy?

I got enough to worry about running a clean joint without paying all my good

money to some drunken barkeep who tells lies about what I saw.

Yeah, I fired him.

And you're ready to swear in court that you didn't see anything that he claims

you saw?

Now, look, mister, I want to remind you that we're not playing games, that a

girl has been brutally beaten and raped.

You know what they hand you for perjury in this state?

Now, wait a second. Just wait a second. You wait a second.

Oh, I know what's going on in that head of yours, mister. You don't want

anything happening around this place because it's bad for business. You might

go broke or lose your license, huh? So you figure the best thing to do is to

lie, to say it never happened, to deny that you heard anything or saw anything.

No, no, I didn't. I'm telling you. Yeah, well, I'm telling you. Do you know

what's going to be bad for your business? You.

You know what's going to cause you to lose your license or go broke?

You.

Because I'm going to put a man in here starting tonight and every night, and

he's going to be waiting and watching. And the minute, the minute one beer goes

across this bar to somebody who is one day underage, the minute some pothead

lights up a joint in the can, or the minute there is one fight or some drunk

that serves a drink when he should have been sent home, there goes your license.

Boy, you're leaning on me. Yeah, hard, and that's just the beginning.

Because if nothing ever happens, when your license comes up for renewal, you

know what I mean? Wait, wait, wait a minute, will you? Okay, okay, I saw him.

Yeah? I was just like the creep said.

Well, I didn't see her hidden with her purse. It was after that that he called

me. And he was shaking her, you know, and saying things to her. And I was just

on my way over to throw them both out when this other guy comes over to him.

And I didn't hear what he said.

But the skinhead, let's go to check and the chick splits.

and then the skinhead goes out after her.

So I figured, well, they're both out, you know, and that's all I wanted, so I

went back to Tenant Bar.

What did the other guy look like? Can you describe him?

Just another customer.

You know, who looks at faces?

He came back to the bar and bought a beer.

Well, was he tall, short, oriental, Caucasian? What was the color of his

hair? You must have seen something. No, I'm telling you, I... Wait a minute.

Yeah.

Yeah, he had Chris on his shirt.

Chris? Yeah, right over the pocket here.

You know, it was written in thread, like handwriting.

The way guys have it in gas stations, you know.

You know, it's amazing, isn't it?

How much a guy with a bad memory can remember.

Chen, crank up the computer. I want to find a gas station attendant named

Chris. You know last name?

That's why we need the computer.

Well, there are nine of them working in the filling station in the island,

Steve.

One a piece on Kauai and Maui, one on Hawaii.

The rest, that's six on Oahu.

Two at Pearl City, one at Waipahu. Jim, please, are there any of them that are

working anywhere near that bar?

Yeah, Chris Chase.

He works for Big Harry's Filler Up, half a mile from the Seacomber Tavern.

Let's go.

Someone want me? Yeah.

You Chris Chase?

McGarrett, 5-0.

What did I do?

How old are you, Chris?

Seventeen and a half.

What did I do?

Well, for one thing, we have reason to believe you were drinking at the Seacoma

Bar when you were underage.

When? I've never been in there.

According to the propriety, you might have been there last Monday night, about

11. He remembers somebody with that name on a shirt.

But I was never there.

I've never been there in my... What is it?

When did you say it was?

Last Monday night, about 11.

Luke.

Who's Luke?

Luke Leonard. He works here, too.

He went off shift at 10.30.

How does Luke fit in?

He borrowed a clean shirt from me.

His was all dirty, and he said he felt like going out on a make, and he needed

a clean shirt.

Do you know where Luke lives?

No, but he comes to work at 5.

Thanks.

Chris,

if you see Luke before we do, you haven't seen us. You understand?

Yes, sir.

Mitchell Kenner, you have asked the court to appoint counsel.

and the court has directed Mr. Arthur Tusaki to act on your behalf.

Are you satisfied?

Yes, sir.

Any objections, Mr. Manicote? None, Your Honor.

Your Honor, my client, after a thorough examination of the conceivably highly

emotional aspects of this case, and upon my advice, asks to be tried without a

jury. Granted.

Dale is set at $10,000.

Both counsel will be advised of the trial date after I've examined the

calendar.

Steve, we just picked him up. He's out in the corridor with Danny. Good. Thank

you.

Mr. McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett, do I look like the kind of guy that has to knock a chick down to

get her attention?

Man, I got to fight him off.

Real swinger, huh?

Is that how you got those scratches fighting went off?

I told you how I got them.

Anyway, what are you so upset about? I mean, she's not even white.

Oh, no!

You're a cop.

Act like one.

Lots of luck with your client, Mr. Tosaki.

You're defending a real doll.

This is Luke Leonard.

Mr. Leonard, have you been apprised of your constitutional rights?

Yes, sir.

Edward McGarrett, the one in the gray slacks, he can alibi.

Who is he?

I don't know his name.

But he was at the police that night. We had a beer together.

He knows what happened.

Well, I'll find out from McGarrett who he is.

The fence have every right to that information.

Yeah.

Yeah, you find out who he is.

And where he lives.

What do you want?

I went to the cops.

I saw you.

No, they came to get me. I didn't go to them. You think I'd go to the cops?

I don't know what you'd do, pal.

I don't know what you'd do.

What'd they ask you, the cops?

They just wanted to know what I saw that night.

What'd you see, pal?

Listen, Kenner, whatever your name is, I don't want to cause nobody any trouble.

That's real kind of you.

I appreciate it.

Now maybe you'll do me a favor. A real big favor.

Yeah, I'll do anything you want.

I figured you would.

I figured you for a real pal the moment I laid eyes on you.

Well, what do you want me to do?

When they call you up in the witness stand.

In the trial.

I want you to say exactly what I'm going to tell you to say right now.

Now listen, if you're going to try to get me to say something that, uh... I

mean, they got a thing that they call perjury, you know? They got a thing

called dead, too!

And that's a lot worse than perjury, buddy.

That's what you're going to be if you don't do what I tell you to do.

Because you don't do what I tell you to do.

I'll kill you.

And he kept hitting at me and hitting at me and calling me names, awful names.

And he kept saying things like, you're messing around with a man, a real man.

I thought...

I thought it was unconscious.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Tosaki?

Miss Kayama, in the testimony just concluded, you say that the defendant

struck you repeatedly, called you names, and extolled his own virility.

and then finally rendered you unconscious.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

But you fail to mention at what time the defendant allegedly committed these acts

for which you know stands trial.

How could I know? I was unconscious.

Then you cannot actually swear that the alleged act took place at all?

Objection, Your Honor. The medical testimony has already been offered that

the act in fact did take place. Your Honor, medical testimony has merely

asserted that an act of intimacy took place.

And in no way, and I assert in no way, does it state that the act of physical

intimacy took place forcibly. Your Honor, the victim was beaten senseless.

That's already been established.

It has not been established, Your Honor, that the severe beating took place

before or after this act of physical intimacy.

Overruled. Go on, please, Mr. Tosaki.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Miss Kiyama.

Might it not have been possible that you may have somehow managed to alter the

sequence of events?

In other words, young lady, is it not conceivable that this act of intimacy

between you and the defendant did not take place following the alleged

beating, but before it? Is it not conceivable that an altercation

developed afterwards from which this alleged beating occurred?

That's not true.

It is not.

I see. Miss Kayama, this young man that you are now going with, have you

enjoyed a physical relationship with him since your acquaintance?

Yes. And prior to taking up with this young man, have you enjoyed similar

relationships with other young men?

Objection, Your Honor.

Your Honor, this information is very vital to my case if we're to get to the

facts of what has happened.

I'll allow you to proceed, but the court wants you to know you're on thin ice.

Thank you, Your Honor. Thank you very much, Your Honor.

Young lady, I repeat.

Prior to taking up with your present boyfriend, have you engaged in similar

relations with other young men?

Excuse me, I don't think that the court quite heard your answer.

Yes!

And yet you insist that this act of intimacy, which in the past has

occurred, apparently voluntarily, with a few different young men, in this

particular case, occurred forcibly, against your will, and only after you'd

been rendered insensible?

But it is true!

Why were you so particular in this instance, Miss Kayama?

Objection, Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

While you were present at this tavern on the night that Miss Kayama was

assaulted, did you engage the defendant in conversation?

I said hi, something like that. So did he.

It's, uh...

Kind of a noisy place. They got a big jukebox there, and so, uh, it's not a

place where you talk a lot.

Well, you, uh, you exchanged greetings then, hmm?

Yeah, you could say.

And while you were there, Miss Nora Kayama came in. Is that right?

I guess so. I mean, uh, the first I noticed her is when this guy, Kenner,

took a beat on her.

What? I say the first time I noticed her was when this Kenner guy took a beat on

her.

He became interested in her, is that right?

Yeah. Yeah, he became interested. He became real interested. He became real

interested in her.

And in what way did he become real interested in her? What? Yes?

Excuse me, Your Honor. May I seek the court's indulgence for one minute?

It concerns the testimony of this witness.

Very well, Mr. Manicote. One minute.

The witness will remain seated.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What is it, Steve?

We just got a call from the manager of Luke's apartment house.

She saw Kenner's picture in the paper today.

She's willing to swear that the soldier definitely paid Luke a visit the day

after the arraignment.

Thanks.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Leonard, is it true that prior to the start of this trial, the defendant

visited you?

Your Honor, would you instruct the witness to answer the question?

The witness will answer the question.

I... I didn't hear it.

Oh, I said, Mr. Leonard, that prior to the start of this trial, did this

defendant, Mitch Kenner, visit you?

Yes, he did.

What was the purpose of that visit?

Um, he told me that, uh...

He wanted to know about what I was going to say to the cops and what I was going

to say here.

Well, what did you tell him?

I told him. I told him. I said, you know, when you go to court, you got to

tell the truth or it's perjury.

Yes, and what was his reply?

Well, he said, he said if I didn't say what he wanted me to say, that...

Perjury isn't gonna make any difference, because he was gonna... I'd be dead, he

was gonna kill me. That's what he said. What was it that he wanted you to say in

court? He's looking! Look, he's gonna kill me right now! Take a look at him!

I guarantee you full protection, Mr. Leonard.

Do not be frightened and do not be intimidated.

Tell this court exactly what happened in that tavern and tell the truth.

Okay.

He followed her up into the parking lot.

And I finished my beer, and I left, and I went on into the parking lot, and

there he was.

Where was he?

Across the parking lot.

And, uh, he had his back to me, and, um, and then he turned and he stared at me,

and, uh, well, he was all bloodied up. He had blood on his chest and on his

face. All right, why did you do that?

Uh, well, I...

The way you stared at me, I split.

I got out of there. I jumped in my car and lit out. All right, before you lit

out of there, did you see anybody at all, Mr. Leonard?

Anyone else?

Yeah, there was the loco chick that he followed out of the bar into the parking

lot.

Saw her where?

She was lying on the grass.

And she was ripped clothes, and she was all bloodied up and unconscious.

Yes, thank you, Mr. Leonard.

He just buried me, didn't he?

No, you just buried yourself.

Meaning something bothers you, huh? Yeah.

And he's called Luke Leonard.

I know his kind, Jen. He's a weasel.

Perjury's his middle name. He spends half his life running scared. Yet he sat

up there in that witness stand and he gave testimony that he knew would hang

Kenner. He might have thought that he'd be safe with Kenner behind bars.

But Kenner's not behind bars. He's out now on bail, pending appeal.

Where would you be right now if you were Luke?

Waiting at the airport for the next flight out anywhere.

Well, he isn't. I've got a tail on him. Why?

Because I figure he's a marked man.

Oh, Kenner wouldn't be dumb enough to go after him. Oh, anyone so desperate that

he would suborn a witness is gonna go looking for that witness if he's double

-crossed. But he's not. He's not looking. And Luke is not running.

And one more thing.

Supposing you're Kenner and you've just been convicted of rape, what would you

be doing?

I'd be hiding.

Well, he's not.

Dono's been out at Schofield. Kenner is calm and smirking.

acting like he just won the push-up contest at Muscle Beach.

Now, I'm getting some strange vibes, Chin. Let's have another look at his

record, huh? Well, we've checked it backwards, forwards, and sideways,

Steve. Well, then, let's check it upward and downward, because something is

missing.

Army service record, Kenner, Mitchell, M.

Three-year hit, served in Vietnam, decorated.

Completed hitch, discharged Fort MacArthur, California, March 24th, 1969.

Reenlisted September 19th, 1970.

Nothing missing there, Steve.

Yes, there is.

Out 18 months.

Discharged March of 69, back in September of 70. Why?

This isn't a career soldier, Chen.

Never even put in for a commission.

Three years in Vietnam, then reenlists?

How come?

Well, maybe he couldn't make it as a civilian.

Well, if that's the reason, I want to know why.

I want to know what he did with those 18 months he was on the outside.

Well, how do you trace a soldier when he's not in the army?

Well, one good way is to find out where he sends his money when he is.

That's it, Steve.

No insurance and no allowance.

He collects all the pay himself.

Anybody know what he does with it?

One thing he doesn't do is spend a penny on a pal.

I ask around the barracks.

His fists are tight as his scalp.

That's what they say about Kenner.

Shin, what have you got?

I haven't been able to find an account in his name at any of the banks I

covered. Well, he must do something with his money.

I may have something.

Kenner's got a personal checking account at the Bank of Oahu, Pearl City branch.

He sends a $50 check each month to a Thomas Camden Smith.

That's hyphenated.

What city?

The endorsement reads Central Clearinghouse, Toronto, Canada.

Thank you very much, sir. You've been a great help to us. Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Dano, you struck gold.

The man with the hyphen in his name is Dr. Camden Smith.

He's head of the Urological Department of Toronto Memorial Hospital.

Now, listen to this.

Between January and June of 1970, he performed four operations on Mitch

Kenner. What four?

Well, I've had some weird ones.

In August of 1969, in Rochester, New York, while thoroughly juiced, Kenner

slammed his car into a thruway overpass at about 90 miles an hour.

He fractured his pelvis and he ruptured his posterior urethra.

He spent three months in Rochester Hospital, Rochester Central.

The pelvic fracture knitted properly and the urethra was surgically repaired.

But in the accident... Mitch Kenner suffered irreparable perineal nerve

damage resulting in impotence.

Impotence.

Dr. Camden Smith of Toronto is an expert in the reversal of the condition and the

restoration of potency.

He's also expensive.

Mitch Kenner has been paying ever since for the four operations.

You mean he's still impotent?

Totally and permanently.

What about the girl?

The doc said no question.

Kenner did not commit any rape. He couldn't have. It's impossible.

Come on, Denno. We got work to do.

Shirty bar?

Nah, he didn't give it back to me.

What'd he do with it, do you know?

Yeah, he said he got it dirty and he put it in the hamper.

Pick up on Tuesdays.

Should be back by now, shouldn't it?

Yeah, sure, I guess so, but I never thought about it.

How many shirts do you have with your name on them?

Four.

You have one on? Is there one in the laundry now?

Yeah. So that means there should be two in the station.

Let's go and see.

There's only one.

Won't they ever learn it's hard to burn buttons?

Pick them up, Donna.

It's bull, I tell you. It's bull.

So it's a bunch of buttons. So it's a button.

This is a button, buddy boy.

And this is a button.

You notice the similarity?

There are hundreds of buttons like that, every guy, and it works in a gas

station. I'm only interested in the three that we found in the incinerator

of your apartment house. Now, nobody else who lives there works in a gas

station. You burned the shirt, Luke.

Why? Did it have blood on it? This is a frame! It's a frame, and I can prove it!

You put those in there yourself so you can pin it on me!

So you can make it look like it wasn't some big, swell, great guy American

soldier who did it, but just some guy from a gas station!

Well, you blew it, fellas.

How'd we do that, Luke?

Look at my shirt.

Look at it.

Four buttons, right?

Where's the other one, huh?

You burned some buttons, but you didn't look to see how many were on my shirt,

you stupid cops.

Jenny?

Kono back yet?

Ask him to come in, will you please?

All right, Steve.

We searched the place again. We found this button under an inch of dirt.

Three and one.

What about it, Luke?

Let me out! Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me... That's not polite.

Let me out.

You want to make a statement, Luke? You raped that girl, didn't you?

After Mitch Kenner beat her senseless.

I'm sick.

Oh.

Are you ever.

Get him out of here.

Chris.

Thanks. We can have Jenny sew it on for you if you wish.

That's okay. My mother will do it for me.

The verdict will be set aside by Judge Kalihi.

You will be re-indicted on a lesser charge of aggravated assault.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Did you know that Luke raped Nora Kayama after you had beaten her unconscious and

left her there?

No, I didn't know it until I read it in the paper.

I only knew that I hadn't done it.

But yet you went to Luke anyway and...

You threatened to kill him unless he got up on that stand and swore that he

practically saw you rape her.

Yes, sir.

I said I'd do it.

Why? Why would you want to risk 25 years for something you hadn't done?

What's 25 years?

I'd risk 50 years to keep the guys in the outfit from finding out that I...

I wasn't a man anymore.

A man?

Do you know the meaning of that word?

You haven't got a clue, have you?

You don't have a clue.