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Thank you.

Eagle four to control all clear Queen Emma to go down the streets

Eagle

three to control all clear vineyard and punchbowl streets

Financial and harbor section all clear.

Proceeding to sweep Waikiki.

Control to all fire units, stand by for possible 10-59.

All HPD units continue surveillance.

Report every 15 minutes.

Keep looking, brothers.

It's a new game we play, Donald.

We call it the Sunday Special.

40 men, 12 cars, and two choppers.

Combined force of the arson squad and supporting HPD and fire units.

And we don't even know what we're looking for.

Man, woman, kid.

Eagle 3 to control. I got a guy with a package.

Approaching school building.

Fourth Street and Baratania.

Suspect is breaking into building.

All cars, all cars, proceed.

Court Street and Burritania.

Suspicious person seen entering building.

Silent approach.

Which window?

Freeze. Put your hands up.

What is this?

What are you doing here?

I work here. I'm the school janitor.

On Sunday?

Yes. How come?

I'm making something special for the kids on my own time.

Making what?

A sled.

A sled?

In Honolulu?

Yes. That's right.

Christmas is coming. Most kids haven't seen a sled.

I'm going to be Santa Claus. Hey, leave that alone.

What's he got?

Oh, nails, lumber, glue.

Why'd you come in through the window?

I forgot my key.

Would take me a half an hour to go home and get it.

Okay, you got some identification?

Sure.

All you want. Lieutenant?

Yeah? A 10-59 on Ala Moana.

Looks like another Sunday special.

Stand back in the row. Stand back in the row.

Let us move on. Let us review.

Warehouse,

boatyard, beautician's training school, and a half-finished apartment house.

Each burned on a Sunday, each an arson fire.

No question about it. Each fire had multiple points of origin.

Hot spots where the fires burned more intensely than the rest of the building.

Trailers connecting one hot spot to another.

Sure sign of a touch-off.

How about lab reports?

All negative.

The fires were so hot they consumed all incendiary substances used, if any.

Motive? Pyromania.

Nothing else makes sense.

No rhyme or reason to their acts? No motive to follow?

They can strike anywhere, anytime.

Yeah, but this one.

This one?

Only on Sunday.

Well, it fits in with the pyro theory.

It's a compulsive stamp.

It's a trademark.

He might be a religious nut.

He.

Well, they fall into a pattern, Steve.

90% of the time, single males who live alone, transient, unemployed, product of

broken homes, often sexually confused.

Sometimes the fire, or even thinking about it, can give them the only sexual

satisfaction they can achieve.

Yeah. But this guy's got another trait. What's that?

So far, every building he's torched, everyone has been unoccupied, nobody's

been hurt.

So far.

But that could be luck.

Yeah. OK, gentlemen, we move fast on this one.

Che, get down to the burnout for microscopic samples. See what HPD has

dug up.

Ben, Chin, big one for you. Get down to the computer room. I want a five-year

check of all arrest records.

Not just arson arrests, but any crimes in which a fire was involved, even

incidentally.

Deno, check the mainland files of the national fire underwriters.

See if you can come up with a Sunday torch any place in this country.

Right. Marty, thanks. I'll check the pyro angle myself.

Be in touch.

We have people with pyro tendencies coming in all the time for treatment.

But they're patients, Steve. You can't see their files.

Doctor, I've already seen some of their files, the ones with criminal records.

All alibied?

Airtight. So now you want the rest.

I can't give them to you.

Doctor, I've got a job to do.

There's a psycho trying to burn down this city. You'll find him without my

patients' files.

I'm not asking for their files.

Then what?

I just want to talk to your patients, the ones with pyrotendencies.

I want you to ask them to come in to see me on a voluntary basis and account for

their last four Sundays.

Not a chance.

I said voluntary, Doctor. But I'd be asking them to do it. Don't you see?

It would seem that I was pressuring them to expose their private lives to the

police. I can't violate their confidence, not even by implication.

Doctor, you realize that I can look at their files if I get a court order.

You've asked for one?

I've asked for a hearing.

I'll oppose you, Steve.

Oh, I expected you to.

Try to see it from my point of view.

Doctor, I've got six days.

Six days to try to stop a psycho from striking again.

Now, what goes up next?

Church?

A Sunday school full of kids?

A hospital with non-ambulatory patients?

Not everything is empty on Sunday, Doctor.

And that's the boy.

He appeared at fires two, three, and four.

After fire number three, I staked him out.

He's unemployed, lives alone, no friends, no sweetheart, no relatives.

But best of all, he goes for treatment twice a week.

He meets all of our requirements.

Well, I guess we're ready for the big one now.

Already.

Next.

Ray Stokely. 5-5-5-6-6-0-4-4-9.

Did you work since your last year?

No.

Check, please.

You have some kind of a job. Anything.

Nothing bad.

Next.

I know that you have a particular problem which I'm afraid the young lady

wasn't aware of. I think we may have something for you.

Go to this address and ask for Mr. Klepper.

He'll be expecting you.

Thank you.

Where'd you work last, Brad?

Telmark Office Supplies in Cleveland, sir.

Why'd you leave?

Well, I wanted to travel, so I...

No, you might as well know the truth. It'll come out

anyway.

I had some trouble when I was a kid.

I did a lot of weird things.

I got caught.

Judge sent me to the funny farm so they could find out what made me tick.

I was there for a year.

Then they let me out.

I still go for outpatient treatment.

Now you know.

Wait a minute, son.

You know, Ray, I really admire your honesty.

I've had my own tough breaks.

How'd you like to start in the shipping room?

Sure. Now, you give this to Mr.

Shikato, our shipping manager.

But I'm warning you, he demands hard work.

That's all right with me, sir.

Good luck, Ray.

Thank you. Thanks a lot.

That's him.

That's the man.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

What is it? What's going on?

For your sake, Ray, I hope nothing.

Come on with us.

Well, what's this all about?

That's it, Mr. Clipper.

8582. I've already looked inside.

Is this your car, Ray?

Yes, sir, it is. Open it up.

I can't believe what I'm seeing, Ray. I didn't take these things, sir. Is this

the thanks I get? I didn't take them. Someone else must have put them there.

Now, who would that be?

There wasn't one person around here who didn't want you to succeed, especially

me. That's about $200 worth of products, all stolen from the assembly line.

I didn't take them, sir.

I don't want to be lied to. Get him out of here. I didn't take them. I didn't do

it. I swear it.

Let go of me.

I didn't do anything. I swear it. I didn't do anything.

Please, you've got to believe me.

I didn't do it.

I didn't put those things in the car.

I swear it. I swear it. I didn't do it.

Mr. Stokely, this is Carolyn Rogers, State Employment Office.

I heard what happened at the Klepper plant.

I'm just furious at those people for blaming you without giving you a fair

hearing.

Anyway, something else has come up, but we'll have to move fast.

The employer has a boat concession on the Ala Wai, and he'd like you there for

an interview.

Can I pick you up in, say, half an hour?

Are you going to drive me?

I told you I'm a special caseworker, Ray.

And you're a very special case to us.

Half an hour?

Why is it closed Sunday?

In here rain

Hey, what are you doing?

Rogers?

Rogers?

Miss Rogers, what are you doing?

So hard.

Chin, look.

Eagle 6 to Control. Eagle 6 to Control.

Big cloud of smoke over P'ikoi, near Kilauea.

Looks like a factory building.

10-4. All sectors, police and fire units to P'ikoi and Kilauea.

Let's move it.

Who is he?

The plant security guard. I bet.

Touch and go. He stayed cautious just long enough to get out of there. Okay.

I want that man guarded. Round the clock.

Three shifts, eight hours each. Get all the manpower you need from HPD.

Chen, start working the crowd. Look right with the suspects.

Chen,

you know what we're looking for. Start digging.

the owner, get him over to my office right away.

And Dano, get a background on him.

Same story.

Hot spots, Bailey?

Yeah.

You all right, Monty? Yeah, I'm fine.

If we're lucky, this may be the jackpot.

Dust it.

Get it under a scope fast.

Incendiary origin?

You mean that fire was... Seth, no question about it.

But by whom?

Who in the world would go into a plant on a Sunday... Sunday.

Sunday torch.

I've read about him.

Each Sunday a different fire. Is that who it was, that crazy pyro?

Well, that's one possibility.

Can you think of anyone with a reason to burn your factory down?

Reason?

Mr. McGarrett, I'm an honest businessman.

I provide 200 jobs, top wages.

There has never been anyone work for me who...

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Is it possible that... What? Is what possible?

No.

No, that wouldn't be fair to accuse someone when you're not sure.

You label it hunch, and we'll treat it that way.

Well, there was an incident this week. A young man caught stealing.

I fired him. There was quite a scene.

Did he threaten you?

No. No, he didn't.

But there is something you should know about him.

When I hired the boy, he told me he had a history of mental illness.

What's his name?

Ray, um, Roy.

Oh, well, my personnel manager might remember. He should be home right now.

Please, use my phone.

Thank you.

Steve.

Break.

I did a spectro analysis of the empty can.

It contained a commercial paint thinner called tefrin.

Odorless, colorless, highly inflammable. I'm here at the 5-0 office. Any prints

in the can?

None.

Denham, I want a list of all the outlets on the islands that sell this tefrin and

check with them about recent buyers.

What about Kepler, I think?

The reports are just coming in. He's one of the most successful businessmen on

the islands.

Pharmaceutical exports, business is booming and no recent insurance

additions.

Got it.

Thanks, Charlie.

Yes.

Terrible thing.

Terrible.

Right-o.

Thank you again. Bye-bye.

His name is Ray Stokely.

That's his address.

Well, I found something, Steve. Outside.

Steve? Yes, sir?

A paint thinner was delivered to Ray Stokely yesterday by Joshua Kohana,

assistant manager of the Pali hardware store.

Can he identify Stokely? No. The order was placed by phone with instructions to

leave it on the back porch.

The money was left in an envelope taped to the door.

Looks like Stokely was very careful not to be seen.

Yeah, could be.

Dr. Bishop to see you, Steve.

OK, Chin. Send her in.

I'll take it.

You said something about a court order, Steve.

Here it is.

Signed by Judge Kili'i.

Half hour ago on the Aloai golf course.

I can save you some time.

Ray Stokely's my patient.

And he does have a pyro history.

Doctor, if I had known that a couple of days ago, I might have prevented what

happened today.

I don't think so, Steve.

I don't think he did it.

We have motive, we have history, we have purchase of material, and you don't

think he did it. The boy has problems. He'll have problems for years to come.

But as far as the pyromania goes, I strongly believe he's cured.

Oh, you strongly believe it?

Look at that.

A building a week going up, and you strongly believe it.

Dono, I want an APB on Ray Stokely. All islands.

Suspicion of arson and attempted murder.

Thank you, Doctor.

Get your hands up against the car.

Move!

Who is it?

You're late.

Yes, I'm late.

Been with the police for over an hour, answering questions.

I prepared you for that.

Pull yourself together.

Phase four of the plan.

Complete and perfect.

You do your part, you have nothing to worry about.

One thing.

One thing to worry about.

What's that?

You know damn well what's that.

The guard, my security guard, in the hospital, in a coma.

Oh, yes, I heard.

I'm sorry. Sorry? Is that all you can say?

No one was to be hurt. That was our agreement.

Remember? Accidents happen. Accidents?

You left that man there to burn. What kind of person are you?

A person people hire.

And when they do, they become my accomplice.

Don't ever forget that.

And do your job.

This film was delivered to the morning paper anonymously.

I'd like you to tell me if anything looks unreal.

Anything might appear to be doctored or changed or faked here.

Is that you in the crowd?

Yeah.

And you again?

Yeah.

And the third time?

Yeah.

Who took those pictures?

I have no idea. I told you they delivered to the morning paper

anonymously.

Anonymously?

What were you doing at those fires, Ray?

Just looking.

Just looking.

Yeah?

Let's take it back to Friday, the last day you worked at the Klepper plant.

They accused you of stealing, they fired you, and you claim you went home.

That's right.

And did what?

Nothing. Nothing?

You just went home and stayed there all night till Miss Rogers called you in the

morning? Yes, sir. That's right.

Steve.

We've just learned that there is no Miss Rogers at the state employment office.

I submit that you were angry because you lost your job, that you went home in

order to... No, that's not... The following morning, you went to the

plant... No, it's not true. I didn't do anything. I swear it.

Take him down to detention.

Arrange him in the morning.

Get him something to eat.

Come on, Ray.

You still hate him? No, I don't hate him.

Give me one reason, one reason to believe anything he said.

Ask whoever it is that sent those pictures.

What are you talking about?

That's not the way a pyro acts at a fire.

Not the way Ray acted when he was disturbed.

Steve, take a look at his file.

A close look.

You wanted it badly enough.

McGarrett. Steve, the kid was at the boat hire place, all right. His prints

were all over it. He was out there when?

Can't tell. Maybe last night. Maybe some other time.

Are you saying that he could have been locked in that place at the time the

fire was set?

Possible, Steve. No way to be sure. But I'll double check everything.

OK, Che. Thank you.

You want a patsy for an arson fire.

So you scout an ex-mental patient like Ray.

You set him up with a motive.

The stolen goods, the firing, could be part of a frame.

Could easily, easily order a case of paint thinner by phone and have it

delivered. And the realtor sets a blaze and just makes sure to leave a can at

the site.

But first he'd have to make sure that he had no alibi for the time of the fire.

So the blonde and the boathouse make sense.

Yeah. But Steve, if Ray getting fired was part of the frame-up, Klepper would

have to be involved in it.

Klepper.

Klepper and the non-existent blonde.

But that's... That's where the theory falls apart, Dan.

Why Klepper? Rich?

Successful? Business booming?

Not even over-insured?

Why would he or his wife want his factory destroyed?

Give me a rundown on Klepper again, will you, Dana?

Let's see.

Otis Klepper.

52.

President of the Klepper Pharmaceutical Company.

Drug and chemical manufacturers with national distribution, including Army

hospital contracts.

The gross company income shows steady rise over the past five years, including

current quarterly earnings.

Married, no children.

Hobbies are boating, golf, bridge. He leads a quiet personal life. You said

army hospital contracts?

Yeah.

Get a telex off to the Pentagon Procurement Division.

Request a status report on Klepper Pharmaceutical Company.

Ask them to send us a tagged confidential police emergency.

Right.

Get Klepper and his wife.

Well, what's going on?

We've come into possession of some motion picture film.

It shows Ray Stokely at three out of those five Sunday fires.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

We'd like you to look at the film and perhaps make a positive identification,

if you would. All right. Please sit down.

Honey?

Gentlemen?

Recognize anyone?

Yes, there's Ray.

Standing on the left.

Now he's walking away from the fire.

Walking away?

That's curious, isn't it?

Why curious?

Well, most pyros stick around to watch the result of what they've done.

That's what Ray did as a juvenile offender. It's all in his file.

He, uh... led the firemen to the scene, then he'd show them where the fire

started.

Well, I don't know about those things.

Well, psychiatrists do.

Then why would he be at the fire?

Maybe Lord, maybe somebody set those fires to find a Ray Stokely and lure him

there like a moth to a flame.

And those fires would serve another purpose.

They would establish a pattern of pyromania.

A pattern in which the true arson fire would be buried.

And which fire was that?

Yours, Mr. Kepler.

Well, that's nonsense.

I've got a thriving business.

Thriving and profitable.

Even more so than might be expected.

That happens at first when a man decides to use a substandard...

materials, cheap production methods.

More than 25 cases of hepatitis reported at army hospitals in the last few

months. Your product?

Suspended.

But a firm conclusion couldn't be drawn until a full-scale inspection was made

of your plant by the government.

That was to take place next week. And it would have cleared me completely.

Well, no one will ever know now because we can't prove anything. Your, uh...

Your hired torch saw to that.

But he made one fatal error, Mr. Klepper.

In the person of Alfred Johnson, the security guard, the man just died.

So we're not talking about arson any longer.

We're talking about murder.

Well, that is the wildest speculation, sir. You can't prove a thing against me.

They tell me that one size fits all.

Mrs. Klepper?

Put it on, please.

What for?

No idea? No.

Do you have any reason for not putting it on?

No, I... I don't want that thing on my head, that's all.

Mr. Rogers, do you have another job for me?

Thanks, Ray.

Thank you.

One last chance.

One last chance to turn state's evidence and maybe free yourself from a murder

charge. Maybe.

I address myself to you, Mrs. Klepper.

Because you're in this up to your blonde wig.

She had nothing to do with murder.

Neither did I.

It was him.

That arsonist, that torch.

I told him we didn't want anybody hurt.

Where is he now?

On his way to the airport.

Making a 10 o'clock flight.

What airline?

I don't know.

What's his name?

Anthony Porter.

You've got to find him.

He'll do it again, maybe even worse.

I never saw a man who loved his work so much.

Planned it all.

Loved his work.

Describe him to me.

Five-nine.

About 45.

Brown hair.

And he's on the way to the airport now. What is he driving?

Four-door bronze.

72 compact.

Two-alarm fire at Pensacola and Kalihi Streets. HFD units responding.

Cars 22 and 31 proceed to scene.

Two x-ray four.

Two x-ray four.

Cancel your call.

One three three.

Eleven x-ray eighty-one. Eleven x-ray eighty-one. See

the manager. Four eighty-four report.

What's the rush Mr.

Porter?

Where's the fire?