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Thank you.

What have we got, Chen? Take a look, Steve.

It's an M1 carbine.

World War II vintage.

Any prints on it? No.

The serial number has been ground.

Tell Che to do a magna flux on it. Okay.

Duke, this whole area, I want it gone over, inch by inch.

We're on it, Steve.

Keoki was a pretty good friend.

Yeah?

What kind of man kills a cop in cold blood, Dannem, and leaves a rifle behind

with a dead officer's name engraved in gold?

Someone with a big grudge.

Not just another cop-hater.

This guy is sick.

Let's go.

You and Keoki rode together for six years, a little color. You knew him

better than anyone else in the force.

Can you think of any threats against him?

Anyone out to get him?

Anything that might have happened out of the ordinary?

I've tried.

I can't.

Just the usual stuff.

A punk out of his head on pills.

The man and wife thing.

Nothing unusual.

Let me ask you something.

Did he owe money to the wrong people?

No, no.

He didn't owe anybody a dime.

That's why he had the Saturday funeral job.

Always wanted the best for his four kids.

Didn't want to owe anyone a dime.

Good enough, O'O'Collar.

I want to get Kiyoki's murderer.

I sent my wife and kids to her folks on Maui. I got time.

I'll work around the clock.

I know exactly how you feel, and I feel the same way. And I won't let up until

we nail him. You can bet on it.

Mahalo.

Steve, out here.

Find out anything about the bipod?

Oh, like the rifle.

Not made for an M1.

But our boy did some metal work, converted it to fit the gun.

Chair says World War II issue.

He's trying to run it down.

Okay, contact Phil Boucher. Go through the FBI records. Look for any killers

who have traits like our man.

Any types who kill police, hitman style.

On my way. Help him, Ben.

Officers Matsuda and Kever in car 7 Mike 212 contact Sergeant Sider on frequency

1. Any available unit a code 30 612 Hakaka place.

One x-ray 51 a code 30 212 vest 6.

Thank you.

6X-ray 24, 6X-ray 24, a 211 silent, 2454 leaky leaky,

a residence, 6X-ray 24, code 2.

The gold plate is a manufactured item, but I found something interesting.

At first, I thought the letters were engraved.

Looked professional.

Now watch.

9,000ths difference in the horizontal plane between the K and the E.

7,000ths off.

Well, that's the right side of the O.

A chipped lettering tool.

The name was hand-stamped with a steel lettering set, not engraved.

Look at the plate again.

The untrained human eye can detect flaws at ten thousandths of an inch. Anything

less will lack precision like this plate.

Good work, Che.

Donald, make up a special bulletin.

Give the specifications and metallic content of the plate, also the typeface

and size of the letters, and send a copy to every...

Jewelry store, trophy company, hardware and department store on the islands, and

keep me posted. Right.

What about the M1, Che?

Right. It was delivered to the army in 1943.

From there, we traced the serial number to Patton's Third Army in France.

How did it end up on a rooftop in Honolulu?

Well, a favorite trick of some GIs was to smuggle these home in empty artillery

shell tubes.

Some of them brought back a gun for every member of the family.

Then that rifle could have belonged to any number of 1,000 GI.

Afraid so, Steve.

Oh, there is one other thing.

Our man didn't file the serial numbers very deep. It's obvious he wasn't trying

to hide them.

Just wants us to work a little to read them.

Has the area been cleared? Yeah.

Where's Steve?

With the governor.

Anyone else in there?

He sent his wife and kid out before he started to shoot.

What's the matter, pig?

Out of bullets?

It's the only way you're gonna get me.

Anyone use a horn yet?

No.

Think this is our cop killer?

Not likely. This guy wants to get caught.

You know his name?

McKinney.

Hold your fire!

McKinney?

This is 5-0.

Throw your gun out.

Stubborn, isn't he?

Smoke him out.

Is it M1?

Yeah.

Call Che and get Doc over here right away.

Chin, you and Ben search the house thoroughly.

Right.

Danny, all color's been hit.

Central, pass me through to the governor's office.

Governor's office.

This is Williams.

Let me talk to McGarrett. Emergency.

I'm sorry. Mr. McGarrett just left.

Thank you.

Central. Central dispatch.

Pass me through to McGarrett's car.

10-4.

Central to McGarrett. Yeah, McGarrett. Go ahead.

Steve, Denny.

We just had a shootout at Alamoana and Pequoy.

Nut named McKinney.

He might be our sniper.

Listen, he got Wayne Ocala.

Steve?

Steve?

Yeah, Dano, yeah.

I'm here.

Uh, what about the shooter? What was his name? McKinney?

He came out shooting. We had to gun him down. No choice.

Anything I can do there?

No.

Okay, Dano, meet me at the office.

Here, Doc.

Just finished an old collar. Sent the slug to Che.

Cause of death, severe hemorrhaging in the intestinal tract.

But, Doc, he was shot in the chest.

That was the point of entry.

But the path of the bullet was so steep, it went down through his stomach and

intestines. How? Old collar's killer fired from ground level.

Wrong, McGarrett.

The path of the bullet is unmistakable.

High shot, down through the chest.

Okay, Doc. Thank you.

McKinney's not our man.

He's not?

Steve's right.

McKinney got out of jail just yesterday.

A smack peddler.

Drugs scramble his brains.

Let's go.

Look like a good perch to you, Dunham?

Yeah.

Right under our noses. He's smooth and taunting us. Yeah, but why?

He's a maniac. He's a psycho.

I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him. He's not picking his

victims at random.

He's selective.

Kiyoki led a funeral every Saturday for the past six months.

He was at the same place at the same time. Easy to track.

But what about Okala?

How did Okala know he'd be here?

It was a red alert.

All cars responded.

Police radio.

Exactly. Exactly.

Pass the word. No names on the air. Cross-index Kiyoki and Okala's records

all the way back to the academy. Before, if necessary.

I want the book on both of them. Let's go.

Yes, Chief.

I've got it. Thank you very much. Good move.

Any word from St. Louis?

There's thousands of World War II expert riflemen records to go through.

National Personal Records Center has them on microfilm.

It's going to take a while.

I ordered copies for us and set up computer visual readout as soon as they

arrive. The problem is we'll need a 30-year update on any leads.

The Washington records lead no way either, Steve.

No one with all man's ammo is operating on the islands now.

Any response to these?

Not yet.

Steve? Computer is spitting and winking with so far dead end.

Kiyoki and Okala were involved in more than 1,000 criminal incidents together.

It's going to take a lot of time to check them out.

Top priority, Dano. Get me some answers now. Chin, back him up. Ben, hit the

streets, talk to our informants. Push it hard. Let's go.

Jenny, I got an appointment.

I didn't ask you here to pressure you, Steve.

I know that, sir.

You're getting heat.

So is HPD. Is there anything I can do to take some of it off you? No. No, no,

thank you.

I've had heat before.

I think I can handle it.

I'm not worried about that, but do you need more help?

HPD is on a 12-on-12-off shift.

We're working around the clock. I have every available man on the job.

I'm having a press conference in 30 minutes.

What do I tell him?

Tell him I'm coming down hard on this guy.

Harder than I've ever hit before.

Now, please, Governor, quote me. I want him to know it.

Take a look.

Oh, it's the chip in the O.

Yeah.

Now, O, call his name, Blake.

Yep.

Same chip in the O.

Well?

Tells us one thing.

He's an amateur.

And that's all it tells us.

And this rock could be crawling with guys with that much ability.

Our best bet is to find out where these gold plates came from.

They might have come from anywhere, Steve.

Cleveland to Calcutta, anywhere in between.

Or right here in Honolulu on the Union Mall.

We got lucky?

We just had a call, Steve, in response to our special bulletin.

Norm's Jewelers, Norm himself, he said he used to make those plates.

Let's go.

Thanks, Jay.

That's right. I'm norm.

Did you make these norm?

Yes, I made them only sold a few didn't do this lettering though sold them

blank. Could you tell us the name of the purchasers?

If it isn't in here, afraid you're out of luck.

It's been four, five, maybe six years.

Your records go back that far?

Oh, yes.

Afraid that's it.

And you're sure?

Like I thought, the receipts only go back about five years.

Can you think of any other store that might have made those plates?

Oh, any one of 50 I could name, but not in recent years.

That's, uh, that's real gold.

You don't find quality like that anymore.

Now, everything's cheap imitation.

Sorry, I couldn't help. Yeah, well, thanks for the call anyway.

Call?

I didn't call.

It I see it let's go Jennifer

This is McGarrett All Cars Red Alert, heading ever on King Street, pursuing

late model green Mustang.

Dispatch McGarrett, I lost the suspect, Pier 26, green Mustang, now headed

toward city along the waterfront.

All cars in the area respond.

In simple terms, Doc.

At the interspace between the seventh cervical vertebra and the first thoracic

vertebra, there was a complete transection of the column and the spinal

cord. Death instantaneous.

That's simple terms.

It's in the book. What about the weapon, Doc?

Metal, heavy, club-like.

Steve? Yeah, Chen.

That car that got away from you, license number Elgin 4193.

You mean the green Mustang? What about it?

HPD found it on the bottom of the bay, Pier 18.

They're after it now.

I'm on my way.

Coyote or color Thompson?

Central, this is McGarrett. Patch me through to Sergeant Larry Thompson,

please, on the double.

Thompson's off duty.

Well, find him fast and tell him to get in touch with me.

I picked our sniper, Dono.

Kurt Stoner. That means Larry Thompson is next. I've got to find him and warn

him. Steve, Larry Thompson is dead.

He was shot once through the head.

M1, name plate, the works.

HPD just found him. They figure it happened sometime early this morning.

Dino, hit the computer again.

Find out everything it's got on Curt Stone.

Jen, get out an APB on Curt Stone. Ask HPD to check the airports and the ships.

Stoner and his partner, Charlie Keehan, attempted to hold up the Oahu National

Bank. Now, to intimidate the customers and employees, Stoner used explosives.

He held a charge in each hand, wired to a detonator clenched between his teeth.

I recall the incident vaguely. That was over ten years ago, wasn't it? Twelve,

sir. In spite of the threat of the explosives,

a teller stepped on a silent alarm.

Now, I was in the neighborhood, so I responded when the Code 2 came over.

Compson?

Kiyoki?

Ocala and I were the first four officers on the scene.

We entered the bank.

Keehan panicked and started screaming that Stoner would blow us all up unless

we backed off and permitted them both to escape.

I ordered them to surrender.

Keehan started shooting. We returned the fire.

Keehan was killed.

Stoner was hit, and the explosives went off in his hands.

Stoner got ten to life.

The government paid for his artificial hands and trained him. He became expert,

worked in the metal shop.

But he forgot he was caught in the act of robbing a bank and threatening people

with explosives.

He hated those hooks, so he blamed us.

It became an obsession with him.

Still, he was paroled.

Yes, sir.

And he came out with a death list.

There's only one name left on it.

You?

Yes, sir.

What do you propose to do, Steve?

Well, we're already doing it, sir. After the close call that Stoner had going off

that pier last night, we figure he'll lay low for a while.

So if he postpones coming after me, we'll have to go after him.

How?

A man with a prison record, a psychiatric history, and a handicap like

that can't have too many job offers.

I'm betting he's holed up somewhere, scratching out in existence.

So we're going to hit the low rent districts.

A lot of ground to cover.

Yes, sir.

But a man with hooks for hands can't hide them very well.

You know take a look

Jackpot

Get Ben Duke chin HPD back up. I'm going in careful

Stoner?

Yeah, he's heading for the roof on the building across the way. Let's go.

Cover me, Daniel.

Ben?

Ben, do you read me?

I read you, Steve.

Ben?

On the count of five, carefully, very carefully, step out and draw his fire.

Carefully on the count of five. You got it?

I got you, Steve.

Okay.

I'm going to start counting now.

One.

Two.

Three.