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Cotton chenille, braid, synthetics.

This is our biggest seller.

Virtually guaranteed for life.

And this, Mr. Brown, is guaranteed for death.

These are the people you'll be working with, and they'll be there when you

arrive. Who are they?

You don't know.

You don't need to know. You're not going to know.

Each one will be instructed and equipped like you.

First class, round trip, Honolulu to Los Angeles.

You leave tomorrow, and yet you'll be back by Friday afternoon.

All right.

One more thing, Mrs. Soames.

Take a look at that face. A good look. You'll have to remember it.

Who is that grim Neanderthal?

That grim Neanderthal is a man you're going to kill.

Martin Maratani, big syndicate man from Chicago.

Track record in gambling, narcotics, and extortion. Now headed for Honolulu.

With buddy guts.

Yeah.

Why?

Why?

Guy like Maratani wings here with muscle. Gotta be bad news.

For whom?

Kono, run down to Hotel Markeia Street. Put your ear to the coconut wireless.

See if you can pick up any static.

Chin, check the airlines.

Big hotels. See if anyone else in Mauritania's league is headed in.

You figure syndicate meet? Could be.

He's due to arrive at 1.30, Dano.

Let's run out to the airport.

The man comes to Hawaii, he should have a welcoming committee.

Would you care for some fruit or cheese?

Would you care for some fruit or cheese?

There's something wrong with my headset.

I dial Streisand and I get Stravinsky.

That would be your channel selector. I'll get somebody to help you.

You, miss, I paid for the seat to keep it empty. I like a lot of room.

Barbara Streisand.

Nobody like her.

Then after that nightmare at Saint-Tropez, we got to our so-called

charming cottage in Nice.

Well, did you ever try spreading a beach blanket over sharp-pointed rocks?

Oh. Never again.

Used to being home in Honolulu.

This is first time for me.

Chicago.

I know who you are, Marty.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

How long are you gonna be in Hawaii?

Couple of days.

That's a pity.

You hardly have time to see anything.

You could show me.

I don't think I could show you a thing.

Come on.

Let's try it out.

Come to my place after the landing for a drink.

What about your business associates?

My business associates?

Oh.

Don't worry about that.

They're gonna find a lot of museums to go to.

McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.

You've got no right to do this thing.

I'm here on legitimate business.

We know all about your legitimate businesses, Marty.

What are you doing in Honolulu?

Taking over local racket?

Meeting with the boys from New York?

Miami?

What's going on, Marty?

Now look, McGarrett, you have a subpoena, you lay it right here. If not,

get out!

All right, now hear this, mister.

You can stay in Hawaii, but one slip, one shtick, and you're going to feel

like Kilauea on off right under those $60 shoes.

That's a volcano.

You got the message.

a little cold coming up well i better get to those service calls i

may be home a little late tonight honey you lock up okay i'll eat something out

how come well there's a reserve officers meeting at the armory and you know how

those guys love to talk is something wrong no

nothing's wrong

Miss Campion, I'm going home early this evening.

Judge Hubert calls.

Tell him I'll be back after seven.

Good night, Mr. Wellman. Good night, Miss Campion.

I wouldn't dream of renting a house anywhere outside of Belgravia. Of

course, you might go to Chelsea or Hempstead for atmosphere, but I wouldn't

want to live there.

Where do you stay when you're in London, Marty?

I'll tell you the truth, sweetheart.

I don't hit that town too much. It's mostly New York, Vegas, Miami.

Hey, will you knock off with the noise?

Be finished in just a minute, sir.

TV, I need it like a home I had.

Now what?

Would you like me to get you an hors d'oeuvre?

Uh, yeah.

Mr. Moritani?

Yeah. Frank Wellman, Hunter Little Business Council.

Wellman? Oh, yeah, come on in here. You're the fellow that sent over the...

Yeah, just a small gesture.

Small? Come on, that's good champagne.

I got a cocktail lounge and East Cicero gets two bucks a shot for that stuff.

So how come you're so good to me, Mr. Wellman?

Pate or caviar, Marty?

Oh, some of that liver stuff with... I don't know anything.

We welcome all businessmen setting up shop in Honolulu.

I understand you're buying some property here.

Yeah, so what's that?

One of each, all right?

Yeah, anything.

We have contacts with the people you'll be dealing with. Angst.

Government agencies.

TV sets fixed.

We can save you a lot of trouble.

So shut it off.

But it'll cost me, right?

One pate, one black caviar. I want the tubes to warm up. Our service costs

nothing at all.

Well, would you rather have the red?

Warm up for what?

We're here to help the businessman.

I want to be sure it was just the horizontal.

Caught three in the chest, close range.

Found a couple of hors d'oeuvres on the floor.

I guess he never had a chance to eat them. What time?

Doc estimates time of death between 5 and 8 last night.

He may be able to sharpen that after the autopsy.

Booze and the hors d'oeuvres were delivered at 5 p.m. The maid found the

body this morning at quarter of 10.

Shin, anybody hear anything? Negative.

No one saw, no one heard, not even next door.

Silence? Yeah.

Strictly pro, all the way.

What about his bodyguards? Nowhere in sight, but we have an APB out on them

now.

I must be living right. Got an easy one for a change.

Fingerprints? Right.

Four sets.

Nothing light, nothing smudged.

They could all win picture contests.

Doesn't figure out with a hit like this. Hot lead.

Three people stopped by to see him between 5 and 5.30.

All were announced by the front desk.

Like I said, an easy one for a change.

Pick them up, Kono.

Dano, I want a background report on each. The book.

Murdered?

Between 5 and 8 o'clock.

You were there during that time, Mr. Wellman?

Well, part of the time.

What were you doing?

I was fixing his TV set.

I got a contract with the hotel.

When did you find out his set was broken?

Before he checked in.

That's hotel policy.

What's our policy to welcome all new businessmen setting up shop in Hawaii?

I found out his set needed a new capacitor, and I didn't have the right

one, so I had to go back to the shop.

Time I got back, he was there with his lady friend.

That would be Mrs.

Soames.

We were never actually introduced.

Attractive woman, I'd say about 40, beautifully dressed.

Then this guy from the business council came in.

He was sort of a one-man welcoming committee.

Red carpet stuff.

Did you know that, uh, Mauritani was a hood from Chicago?

No, I didn't.

Where'd you get his name?

From the real estate board.

They send us lists periodically.

Mauritani was here to buy some property in Honolulu.

And you didn't know Mauritani at all?

Never met him?

No, sir.

How did you know where to find him? Uh, hotel, time of arrival, and so forth?

All that from the real estate board.

Who left the room first?

I did.

TV man left first.

What time was that?

Around 5.15.

20 minutes after, I suppose, something like that. I left when the lady did.

Anyone see you leave the hotel?

Yeah.

Yeah, Henry Blake, the garage attendant.

I don't know if anyone saw us leave or not.

Two people who know you say they saw you leaving through the hotel lobby with

Mrs. Soames about the same time you said you did.

Excuse me.

What?

When he got to the room, Mortaini and Mrs. Soames were there. And your guy

showed up.

Clem was the first one to leave, according to Clem.

Well, it checks out with my guy, 100%. What do we do?

Keep them both here till I talk to the woman.

Shouldn't be long. Kono's picking her up right now.

Ballistic's ready in the lab.

Give them something to read.

What?

A new pension plan?

Three bullets.

Nine millimeter shot.

And get this.

No ballistic markings on any of them.

Well, how come?

I've seen it once before.

They scrape the ball with a high-speed reaming tool.

Removes all the lands and grooves.

It's strictly for close-hit work. No ring.

Strictly a professional killer's M.O.

Well, then that's our three suspects out.

It looks that way, doesn't it?

Steve, I got a tough one.

Yeah? What is it?

I want to pick up Mrs. Soames. She's a widow. Lives out in Kahala. Real fancy

place. Are you ready for this?

She won't come in.

She won't come in?

She says she's got a social to go to.

Says you'll have to wait till tomorrow.

And you settle for that?

Come on, Chin. Let's go.

They want to see me now?

That's a bore.

Honey, do me up with it.

Sure.

Lana, why don't you ask Jason to fix me a drink, huh?

Mr. McGarrett, this is an awkward time. We're on our way to the Fitzgerald's

luau for the senator.

While I don't mind being fashionably late... Mrs. Holmes, either you'll talk

to us now or we'll take you in as a material witness, which will be.

You're very persuasive.

All right, give me your famous third degree.

You were in Mauritani's hotel room last night?

Yes, for 15 boring minutes.

Where'd you meet him?

On the plane, coming in from L.A. What were you doing in Los Angeles?

I went to see a film producer about launching Rick's career.

Whose idea was the drink in the hotel, his or yours?

Well, when you have two experienced teams in the field, they both generally

think of scoring.

Did you know he was a mobster?

Doesn't everybody?

And yet you went to his hotel. I am a big girl, in case you hadn't noticed.

I noticed you didn't stay long.

No, there were too many people.

It was like an old Marx Brothers movie.

I left when the others did.

Same time?

Oh,

the repairman went first, and then the banker fellow, Wellman, I think his name

was. I assure you, we all went our separate ways.

I think that would be a good idea for you and me right about now.

Ciao.

The story confirms three-way.

Yeah. What did you do now?

Tell Dono to let Brown and Wilman go.

Thank you.

All three confirmed alibis. In other words, gentlemen, we're batting zero.

Zero minus two.

Mortaini's two bodyguards were picked up last night at the Wiki Wiki bar on

Kalamano Street.

They were there from 4.30 to 8.

Absolutely confirmed by a dozen witnesses.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Joe.

Yeah.

Yeah, thank you. That's exactly what I wanted to know.

Joe Lamont, real estate board. I asked him to find out what property Mauritania

came here to buy.

It's a factory building, Sheridan near Pequoy.

Let's take a look, Chet.

Thanks for letting me sleep.

You said you were tired.

I'm tired of a lot of things.

Bonnie!

Bonnie.

Now, what's the matter, huh?

You figure it out.

Bonnie. Now, I'm asking you questions. Don't give me riddles.

Okay. Straight talk.

If I catch you with that blonde again, you can go back to being the handsomest

towel boy in Waikiki.

Now she walked up to me.

Can I control that?

You better start controlling something.

Bonnie.

Look, I've had it.

The silk suits, the imported shirts, the $20 ties.

Okay.

Okay, now what's really bugging you, huh?

Was it those two guys last night?

Well, who were they?

They were cops.

Hey, it wasn't about... No, it wasn't about... I paid to get you out of that

one. Don't you ever forget it. Bonnie, you paid to get us both out of that one.

You, kiddo, you!

Now, I don't have to take that from you. I'm not your slave.

Now, you can take your shirt, your suit, and your ties. You can find yourself

another towel boy.

We're not a big company, but we deal in quality only.

Luckily, people appreciate that and just about beat a path to our door.

You leased this building, Mr. Chang? Yes.

Last month, the owner of the building died and was put up for sale by the

estate. Correct.

You bid on the building yourself, but you were outbid by a man by the name of

Mauritani. Oh, yes. The man who was so brutally murdered?

Yeah.

Now, I understand he bid a pretty good price on it. Have you any idea why he

wanted the building?

No idea, Mr. McGarrett. It's not worth very much.

As a matter of fact, we've withdrawn our bid, and we expect to move to new

quarters. See?

Do you mind if we look around?

Oh, it'd be my pleasure to escort you.

This, of course, is our sales room where people come to look at samples and

hopefully place orders.

This way, please.

This is our sales office.

Shipping room, storage, miscellaneous.

This, Mr. McGarrett, is our main workroom.

It's a total operation, Mr. McGarrett.

As we say in our little brochure, we handle your every whim from wall to

wall.

Where does this lead to?

That leads to the basement.

May we take a look?

Of course.

This way, please.

I must apologize for all this dirt and dust.

This basement is no longer in use.

As you can see, there's nothing here but bits and pieces of discarded junk.

Yes, I see, Mr. Chang. Thank you.

Hello, Charlie. What do you want, McGarrett?

I didn't know you were out.

You're trying to get me fired. You're wasting your time.

And all about my record here.

They believe in giving people a chance.

So do I, Charlie.

So do I.

Charlie Saunders, ex-warrant officer, military intelligence, ex-private

detective. Convicted two years ago of bribery and conspiracy to obstruct

justice.

Sentenced three years, state pen. Released after 18 months on good

behavior.

Didn't you work on that case, Steve?

Worked on it. Slept on it. Put him away.

You figure there's some connection?

He's working down there and the mob guy getting killed?

Charlie's strictly alone. I never worked with anyone in his life.

Could be that Chinese guy's fronting for him.

And both tied him with the murder.

Yeah, but what's the link?

What's the link?

See what you can dig up on Mr. Chang.

And I want a surveillance of that carpet company 24 hours a day.

I want to know who goes in, who goes out, time of every delivery and

shipment, license number of every vehicle that moves.

TV repair.

Where's your TV?

This isn't work, Clem. It's a favor for a friend.

I thought we were finished, friend.

One is never finished with murder, Clem.

It's a subject that never bores the police.

Chin, do you read me? Loud and clear. What have you got?

I got a graveyard, brother.

Nothing's happening here.

Place is dead.

Well, at least you got an ocean breeze.

Yeah. Pull it.

Graveyard coming to life.

I think I know this Howley.

Can you identify him?

Hang on.

Steve, we've got our link.

Frank Wallman.

Somebody just handed him something through the door. An envelope.

Okay, you stay there and keep your eyes open.

Dano? You head for Wellman's house. He lives at 1561 Kanunu Street. You got

that? Got it. I want Wellman picked up, and I want that envelope.

Central, Chino Kelly, 5-0. Red alert.

Intercept Blue Mercedes-Benz, license number 5J5298.

Repeat, license number 5J5298.

Frank Wellman wanted for questioning.

Last scene headed ever on Sheridan Street.

What's this all about?

I have that envelope.

You got a warrant?

If you want a warrant, I'll get you one.

No warrant, no search.

Up against the car.

Hands on the hood.

Why am I being arrested?

How about withholding evidence on a felony?

Come on.

Williams to Central. Urgent. 10-15.

10-15.

15-61.

Kanunu Street.

How do you figure, Steve?

Rich, successful, man about town, everything you live for.

Why?

Answer is right there, Dano.

Staring at you from the wall.

These, uh, beautiful friends of Wellman?

The men.

Clem.

I'm your wife.

I have a right to know.

Doris.

There was something that happened in the war.

Something I never told you about.

The first day in combat, I panicked.

Ran away.

Well, Sergeant saw me running and chased me to a farmhouse.

He was going to shoot me on the spot.

Then a mortar shell hit and he was wounded.

He's crying for help.

I left him there to die.

I... Went back to my outfit.

I didn't think anyone knew until a few weeks ago.

Somebody knows.

They know everything.

They promised they'd keep it quiet if I did them a favor.

I thought I was finished.

Now they want something else.

But they can't make you do it.

You're out of the army now.

I'm in the reserves.

I can still be court-martialed.

When does it end?

What do I do?

You've got family to protect.

You've got us to protect.

You do what they want you to do.

Frank Wellman, homosexual transvestite.

Classic subject for blackmail.

Maybe all the other subjects too, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

Three people with something to hide.

And who better to dig out the dirty linen than Charlie Saunders, ex-private

eye?

Yeah.

Try this on for size, gentlemen.

Suppose, just suppose, that Charlie Saunders and this Chinese guy with

glasses are tied together in some racket.

Now, Mauritania wants to take it over, so they decide to have him knocked off.

They blackmail three people into killing him.

First pick, if they were going to knock off a syndicate man, why not hire

professional guns?

Why amateurs?

Syndicate man and his bodyguard could spot a professional hit man a mile away.

An amateur has a much better chance.

Okay. Why three amateurs instead of one?

They alibi each other.

Right. Worked out to the last tail.

But why did Charlie and that Chinese guy want to knock off that syndicate cat?

What's the record they're trying to protect?

Good question, Kono.

Everything we saw down at that plant seems straight enough.

Maybe there's something special about the building.

Mortaini tried to buy it out from under them.

Yeah, maybe.

Call the county clerk. See if the plans for that building are on file. If they

are, get them up here along with the county engineer.

Chin, back to the carpet factories. Okay, Kono.

Clem Brown, Bonnie Soames, and a boyfriend.

Dig deeper.

If our blackmail theory is right.

What are they hiding?

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I've been nervous. You were right about the cops, Rick.

We're in even deeper now.

We can't afford any jealousy or fighting. We have to be one mind and...

One body.

What happened?

A couple of weeks ago, a man came to see me.

He knew all about the accident.

About what you did to my husband's car.

Remember, it was under your instructions.

He knew that, too.

I think I've just developed a...

I'm longing to visit Singapore.

You care to come along?

It's a 50-year-old building, Steve. Cast-iron plumbing, everything falling

apart. Forget it.

All right. What about the land underneath?

You mean do they have the only oil well in Hawaii?

No, Steve.

That's lava rock like the rest of the island. Not worth it.

Just in from the Big Island.

The Glamour Dame's husband was killed nearly two years ago in an auto

accident. They had a witness who saw someone tampering with her husband's

car. But he changed his story, and the cart ruled death by accident.

Possible homicide.

That fits in with the blackmail theory.

Yeah. Paul, take another look at that building, this time with a microscope.

There's got to be something we've overlooked.

What about the location?

An adjacent owner wanting to buy in? Something new or big coming in? That

neighborhood's had it, Steve.

All the good businesses moving out. The furniture house, the auto insurance

company, the bank, the discount appliance center.

The what?

The discount appliance center.

Now, before that, you said the bank.

That's right.

Well, what bank? I was there. I didn't see any bank.

It's not on the block, Steve. It's around the block, just behind the carpet

company.

Behind the carpet company?

That's right, Steve. They're back-to-back. The Hawaiian Fourth

Federal.

How stupid can we be?

A tunnel. It's got to be. Look at the location.

First step, you buy the carpet company, then put in your own men and start

digging.

Tunnel's half dug when a guy named Mauretani finds out and wants in.

He bids for the building?

Now, the building is old and run down, so you can't outbid him without tipping

your hand.

So you gotta make a hit.

Yeah. Charlie comes up with three people to pull the trigger.

People that Mauretani would never suspect.

Fits. Yeah, it fits.

5.30. Bank is closed.

Call Central Dispatch. I want every squad car in the area to... McGarrett.

Steve, Chin.

A truck just pulled up at the side of the carpet company.

Is it one of their own?

Negative. That's the strange thing about it, Steve.

It's Clem Brown's TV repair truck.

Clem Brown?

Chin, stay with him. Don't lose him.

Get McGarrett.

He's moving out, Steve.

Which direction?

He made a right turn on Makaloa, then Ewa on Pi'ikoi. I'm going to switch you

over to Central. Give them the description and put out a red alert

pickup.

Thank you. One moment, please.

Okay, open up the truck.

Let's go.

I'm stuck here.

Using Clem in his truck was a smart diversion, Charlie.

But there was a hole in your plan.

Two first class, one way to Singapore, and named Mrs. Sons.

Confirmed seats 4A, 4B.

Boarding immediately, gate 32.

Have a good trip. Mahalo.

Mrs. Soames? Yes?

You're under arrest for the murder of Martin Mauritani.

You'll have to come with us too, Mr. Martin.

Me? What for?

Questioning about a car accident two years ago, the one in which Mrs. Soames'

husband was killed.

Let's go. We'll send your bags home.

Won't we need our clothes?

Oh, you won't need much.

We find that prison denim wears like iron.