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This is declaration number 138. The consignor is McKee, Hempstead, Sydney,

Australia. The representative is Jeffrey Hobbs.

It's bonded by Mercantile Insurance Company.

This is a lot of 50 opals.

And it's listed by international metric carat weight.

The estimated value is $150,000, and the duty was prepaid at the point of

departure. It's not tampered with the seal or the contents of this case since

it cleared the U.S. Customs checkpoint at Sydney.

Not bloody likely, mate.

This is Jeff Hobbs. Is there a guy in?

One moment, please.

Mr. Her guy.

It's Mr. Hobbs.

Yes, Hobbs. I've got him.

How soon can you be here?

Give me an hour.

I'll be waiting.

Magnificent. And there are more where that comes from, mate.

You walk through customs with these?

I go through customs four times a year. Why should they stop me now?

How much?

Dirt cheap for you, mate.

Half a million dollars.

That's a lot of money.

You can make a million on the mainland without lifting a finger.

It's not that simple.

Look, don't try and con me, Hagai.

I've spent a lifetime in Opals. I know every trick in the book.

I'm not questioning that.

Now, look.

I spent ten years collecting these stones.

I spent every penny I ever made bribing the boys in the sorting compound.

I stuck it out as a salesman. I got the customs used to my comings and my

goings. And in ten years, I never made a wrong move.

Add to that 15 years sweating it out in the outback and I'll... Look, Hagai.

Do you see the red flashing in that stone?

That's blood, mate. My blood.

Freeze! If you don't blow your head off.

In the back. Come on. Come on. Come on, let's go. Not me. You stay right here.

In the back. Come on.

Get over there and open the safe.

Stay right where we are, both of you.

Mr. Hobbs!

He was killed by two sluts from the 38, hired at point-blank range.

Fourth jewelry importer heist in a month.

Now they managed to kill somebody.

The ammo is just about the same.

Stocking masks, white gloves, in and out fast.

This is Miyoshi Okuda, our guy's assistant.

This is the hot list.

They took some opals and hid the small safe out in the front room.

You mean that's all they took?

The merchandise and that safe.

was worth more than all the rest, combined.

Who opened it for him?

I did.

Where was her guy while all this was going on?

Back here, with him.

One of the hold-up men went inside while the other held a gun on us.

And you heard nothing?

The door was closed.

Jeffrey Hobbs, Steve.

Steve McGarrett.

Hobbs is a salesman for McHeath & Hempstead of Sydney.

Opals.

After the Heisman blasted her guy, Hobbs tried to jump him and got sloped.

That wasn't a very smart move, Mr. Hobbs.

Well, I'll tell you, it's like this, mate, you see. I was a prospector in the

outback. You know, temperature 122 degrees in the shade.

Although there's no shade.

Down under folks have a saying about opal hunters.

The only place you can't hurt them is in the back of the head.

He also went after the men when they left the store.

Boy, you were really asking for it, weren't you?

Like I said, if I had any brains, I wouldn't be an opal hunter.

Anyway, all I got for my trouble was a handful of stocking.

You pulled off his mask?

Right after he shot her guy.

Then you got a look at him?

For a split second, maybe.

But then everything went black.

What about you and the others out in the store? Did you see the man?

He held Mr. Hobbs' sample case up in front of him.

And what about the other man, the other hold-up man?

He also wore a mask.

Mr. Hobbs, HPD and 5-0 have been working for weeks on this series of jewelry

import holdups. We put together a long list of possible suspects.

Now, I emphasize possible because we haven't been able to pin one thing on

any of them. Most of the men have done time for armed robbery, so we do have

mug shots.

Do you feel up to taking a look at the pictures to see if you can identify the

man whose mask you tore off?

You're bloody right, mate.

Good, good. Where are you staying?

Nautilus Hotel.

Doc, see if he's up to it.

Dano, you drive him down there.

Uh, one more thing, Mr. Hobbs.

When you chased the two men out into the street, did you see anything, anything

at all that might help us?

Not a thing, mate. Not one bloody thing.

License plate, make of car, color?

No, nothing. Sorry, I wish I could help.

Ain't him?

Nope.

That's an ugly face, isn't it?

You recognize him?

Lee Franks.

Ex-boxer.

Auto mechanic, present whereabouts unknown.

Could it have been him?

It's not likely that anybody would forget a face like that now, is it,

mate?

Well, I guess you've had it for now.

Well, I am a trifle woozy, mate.

Why don't we pick this up in the morning?

I'll get you a car to take you to your hotel.

Oh, there's no need for that, really.

I'd rather you blokes go after those opals of mine.

All right?

License plate number N3625.

That car is registered to James Kulaani.

570 Holly Coelho Street.

Honolulu.

James Corlino live here?

Yeah.

He's here.

Go downstairs and walk around.

Hi.

You're James Corlani?

Yeah.

All right, I'll go along with it.

Do you own a white four-door sedan, licence number N3625?

That's my license, but it's not a white four-door sedan.

It's a bug.

Where is it?

It's the red one across the street.

Hey. Hey, what's going on?

Anybody abuse your place this morning?

Huh? Taken them, used them, and then put them back again.

No. I was working on the car all morning, except... Except what?

I had the wheels aligned.

Where?

It didn't take more than an hour. I said where!

Is Lee around?

Lee?

He's working mornings this week.

Do you know where I can find him?

Depends. What for?

I'm just an old buddy of his. We used to box together, you know?

Is that right?

Yeah. I'm the one that broke his nose, you know?

But don't tell him I told you that.

Anybody that busted Lee's nose is a friend of mine.

Only don't tell him I told you that.

That's good, man.

Now look, I'm just passing through.

Can you tell me where I can find him?

Lives on King Street, 119.

I think it's apartment 14.

Cable from the Sydney Police Department in reply to our query about Jeffrey

Hobbs. Divorced, never remarried, salesman of McKeith & Hempstead for over

10 years, bonded by McClare of London for $500,000.

So, Hobbs is clean.

Query.

Were all the importers hit by the same two men?

Yeah. M.O. says yes.

Maybe.

In the first three holdups, the two men...

hit only the display cases up front, grabbed what they could and ran.

They never went into an office or a back room.

But they did at Haggai's.

Right. And there's one other difference. At Haggai's, they killed a man.

They shot a clerk from second hole.

Winged him.

Winged him. Big difference between winging a man and shooting point-blank

range to kill.

Could be someone else pulled the Haggai job.

That's exactly what I'm getting at.

One thing could put a crimp in your theory, Steve.

If the bullet that wounded the clerk in the second hold-up and the bullets that

killed Hagai were fired from the same gun.

Yeah.

Has Che finished the ballistics report?

Not yet.

Okay. Check him out, Donald. Right.

The first is .32 caliber, six grooves, left twist.

Indicated weapon, a cold ejector. The second is a .38 caliber, five grooves,

right twist.

Probable weapon, a Smith & Wesson special.

Different weapons.

That's a point for Steve.

Maybe, maybe not.

M.O.s do change.

Yes, but if someone else pulled up the Hagai job, they obviously went to a lot

of trouble to make it look like just another one in a series of robberies.

But why?

What made it so important?

Important enough to kill for.

An inside job, maybe.

If somebody knew Hubbs was bringing in a consignment of opals worth $150,000

retail, according to McHeath and Hempstead, every stone weighed,

photographed, and registered.

No offense would pay more than 10% for that stuff.

Then there was something more.

A lot more.

Something worth killing for.

Hello,

Lee.

How'd you find me?

That's not important, mate.

What is important is that, uh...

I'm holding the gun this time.

Okay, pal.

Let's talk deal.

A deal?

I spent my bloody life collecting those opals, mate.

The only deal you're gonna get is your life, and I'm not bloody anxious about

that. All right?

The point is, I know where those green beaters are and you don't.

So where are they?

Tell me where they are.

I'll amass them.

One slug, Steve.

Looks like a .38.

Found these paycheck stubs in a drawer.

Looks like he worked for a place called Tri-Stop Auto Clinic.

Yeah. Check it out, Chin.

Duke, you go with him.

Steve. Yeah, Don.

Lee Frank's name was on our possible suspects list, remember?

I'll send for the wagon.

Yeah. Trouble with that is, Don, he was just one of 30.

stripping them down, Jake.

You know I'm through with all that stuff.

Why'd you give Lee Franks a job?

Because I needed mechanics.

And Lee was a good one. Look, that's all I cared about.

What he did on his own time was his own business.

Who were his friends?

I don't know.

He just worked for me, that's all.

Did anybody ever come around looking for him?

Not that I know of.

If you should remember anything, you know how to reach us.

It's brownie points if you do, Jake.

Let's go.

There was a guy here, Jake, yesterday.

He was asking for leave.

Quark, get up.

I don't want no trouble.

Who was the guy?

I don't know, Jake. I never saw the guy before.

He had light hair, gray eyes.

Spoke kind of funny, like a limey. Okay.

You did good telling me.

But don't tell anyone else. You understand?

Sure, Jake. All right.

Be back in an hour.

You keep an eye open. All right.

There's no doubt about it. The bullets that killed Lee Franks and the bullet

that killed Hagai were fired from the same gun.

Take a look at those grooves.

A perfect match.

So there is a connection between Franks and the Hagai job.

Yes, for what it's worth.

Don't knock it. Thanks, Jay.

After what happened to Lee, I thought you'd like to know.

I appreciate it very much, Jay.

Ah, you don't have to do that.

No, you keep that.

Keep in mind there's a lot more where that came from.

Thank you.

See you, Jay.

Hello, Jake.

Who are you?

What do you want?

The name of the man you just visited.

Huh?

What man?

I got a girlfriend here.

Oh, really?

Then what's her name, Jake?

Hey, look, mister, I don't want any... Jake, talk.

Hey, I swear... He said talk!

All right, all right.

He must have been crazy.

It's a nice place you've got here, love.

Thank you.

Must cost a bit of money for a working girl.

I worked for Mr. Haggai eight years.

He paid a very generous salary.

I'm sure he did, love.

I'm sure he did. I know what you're thinking, Mr. Hobbs, but you're wrong.

Mr. Hagai was my employer, and that's all he was.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize, Mr. Hobbs, but I would appreciate if you'd explain.

Explain? The reason for this visit.

Oh, that.

Yes, well... I got to thinking, you see, about the robbery, about the

way it happened, you know?

And I thought that maybe, just maybe now, somebody set me up.

Set you up?

Knew where I was going to be and when I was going to be there.

And I thought, supposing a guy... A guy?

Right. And do you think he set up his own murder, too?

Oh, no, love, I don't think that, no.

Now, I think it was double-crossed.

That means that somebody else had to be involved?

It's very bright of you, that darling, to think of it.

You answered the phone.

You knew I was coming in, love.

It's ridiculous.

Who would go to all that trouble?

Much less kill a man.

for a routine consignment of opals?

Or was it so routine?

Meaning what, love?

Meaning, did you and Mr. Haggai have other business on the side?

Now, what would make you think of a thing like that?

What was it, Mr. Hobbs?

What kind of deal did you really have with Mr. Haggai?

Whatever it was, it's strictly none of your business.

If you value your pretty little self, you won't go running off to the coppers

with half-baked suspicions. Do you understand me?

Do you?

What have you got, Che?

A fragment of opal vacuumed out of Lee Frank's jacket pocket.

Now this.

One of the electron microscope photos of the consignment Hobbs brought in, opal

number 23.

Look at the part I circle and compare it to the fragment under the comparator.

Precious opal consists of layers of silica spheres about 30,000 to the inch.

Now they're responsible for the light diffractions that make all those

beautiful colors.

Almost like fingerprints.

And just as individual.

That definitely puts Franks on the scene at her guy's. He was one of the heist

men. Two things, Dana.

Get me the mug shots of Lee Franks and have Hobbs brought in. I want to talk

with him. He knows, I tell you.

All that talk about her guy setting him up and then being double-crossed.

He doesn't believe that.

He knows the tip-off had to come from me. Oh, baby, take it easy, will you?

Sit down. Come on.

Come on.

Is, uh...

That what you told Franks the last time you saw him?

Now, that's hitting a little low, baby.

I'm sorry.

All right, forget it.

I'm scared.

All right, here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna go for a quick deal.

Maybe take a little less money and then clear out fast.

This is Weber.

I, uh... I've got some merchandise I think you'll be interested in.

Yes.

Well, when can I examine the merchandise?

Your convenience.

Anytime. All right. Meet me at the corner of Kelo Park Road in one hour.

Sit down, would you please?

I sent for you, Mr. Hobbs, because I have some questions that I... I thought

you might be able to clear up regarding the holdup.

I'll do my best, chump.

What kind of questions have you got in mind?

Well, for instance, did anyone besides Haggai know what time you'd be at his

place? Can't rightly say.

How about Miss Okura?

A guy might have told her.

But you'll have to ask her that one, mate.

What have you got in mind, McGarrett?

Well, think about it.

Two men barge into Haggai's place.

One of them stays out front, but the other goes directly into a back room

where you just happen to be showing your opals to Haggai.

Opals worth what?

Wholesale $75,000.

Registered opals, right?

Right.

Indexed and catalogued. The easiest stones in the world to identify.

A thief would be, uh...

Lucky to get 10% of the retail value.

A fence would be a fool to pay more.

Why, Mr. Hobson?

Why what?

Why take your opals and leave behind several hundred thousand dollars worth

of more easily disposable jewelry?

It's a bloody good question, McGatter.

I'm afraid you got me there.

You have no idea?

Meaning that, uh...

I'm trying to hide something from you.

Is that what you're thinking, McGarrett?

That's what I'm thinking, Mr. Hobbs.

All

right,

I give up.

What are these?

Mugshots.

Mug shots of the one man you had any interest in yesterday, according to Dan

Williams. The one man.

So what?

And quite by chance, the man who was shot with the same gun that killed

Haggai.

How do you explain that, Mr. Holmes?

Explain? I don't have to explain a bloody thing, mate.

He's the man whose mask you tore off, isn't he?

That's a lie.

A man with a face you can't forget.

That's what you told Dan Williams.

And I agree, Mr. Hobbs.

I agree.

Unless you're someone with a good reason to forget it.

Reason?

What possible reason could I have? Tell me that. What reason, mate?

They were my opals. Oh, no, no.

Not yours.

McHeath and Hempstead's.

And they were insured.

Yet... You risked your life to protect them.

Insurance doesn't cover my commission, mate. Which was what?

$5,000.

You risked your life for $5,000?

$5,000 may not seem much to you, McGarrett, but where I come from, it

buys a lot of kip and tucker.

And I'll tell you something else, McGarrett.

I'm not a man that takes kindly to being called a liar.

Do you understand?

Any more questions, sir?

Yes, but they can wait.

They can wait.

Ben? Yes, Steve?

Tail him. Dog him.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Jenny?

Get me your John Manicote or anyone who's available in the DA's office.

I want some search warrants.

Pass me through to McGarrett.

McGarrett. Ben, Steve.

Hobbs must have spotted the tail.

He's in the building, but I don't know where. Any instructions?

Yes. Ask for assistance from HPD. I want every possible exit from that building

covered. Front and back.

Steve, here's something.

This is the same location where Jake Willis was hit by the truck yesterday.

We'll follow that up.

Stick with Hobbs.

All units assigned, Steve.

You want me to... Hold it.

It's Miyoshi Akura coming out of the garage.

No make on the guy driving here.

It's a white four-door sedan.

Damaged rear fender.

License number... 5C7401.

You want me to tail him?

No, no, no.

Keep bird-dogging Hobbs. I'll have an HPD car pick them up. Give me some fix

on direction.

Point West on Alloway Boulevard.

Near Lewis intersection.

Got it.

A hundred thousand.

You've got to be kidding.

Opals aren't the easiest stones in the world to pass. You can't cut them up

like diamonds.

You don't have to. These have never been registered.

You can't be sure of that.

Ah, but you can.

These stones are in a class with the Flame Queen or the Burning of Troy.

If these gems were ever reported stolen, they'd be on every hot list in the

country.

I'll check and let you know.

All right.

You do that.

Ben, that white sedan is registered in the name of Hal Weber, Hawaiian Towers.

I ran it through the computer. No record.

And Miyoshi Akura. She's clean, too.

Right.

Yeah.

Weber?

Yeah.

Hoffmeyer.

Listen, the merchandise checks out.

Let's get together and talk business.

The corner of Diamond Head Road and Pai Kohu Street.

Half hour.

Okay, I'll be there.

I'm in a fix. You can get me out of a big jam, mate.

What did you say? I said I'm in a fix and you can help me out of a big jam.

Will you do it?

Listen, mister.

Mr. Walton ordered his car out front at two o'clock.

Well, you've still got five minutes.

Look, let me explain.

I've been seeing this bird, see?

My old woman's found out and she's outside waiting to clobber me.

That's tough.

What do you expect me to do?

Let me scrounge down in the back, drive a couple of blocks, let me out, that's

all.

Sorry, but... Hey, wait, mate. Wait. Listen.

Yeah.

It's worth a tenner to me.

Okay, buddy.

Scrounge.

Mr. Hopmeyer?

Yes?

Who are you? What do you want?

Drive, mate.

You sure this is legal?

Read it.

But how am I going to explain it to Mr. Hop?

Don't worry. We'll explain.

Dames keep more junk.

Stuffed toys.

I like them.

Danny? Looks new, too.

Well, that's no way to treat an expensive jacket.

Well, that's what he took out.

It's more expensive than the jacket.

Shoulder pads?

Yeah, padded with opals.

Yes? Danny, we found a dozen opals showed up in the toy bear.

They correspond with the general description of the consignment that

Hobbs brought over.

Good.

Check it out with Steve and Che.

I'll meet you back at the office.

And tell Duke to cover Miyoshi's place.

Steve wants her brought in if she shows up.

We'll take the jacket.

We'd better give him a receipt.

How much?

Half a million.

Cash.

Hoffmeyer. Good afternoon, Mr. Hoffmeyer.

I've been trying to call you.

You ready to do business?

Yes.

Fine. Then listen closely.

We're in the back room of her guys.

Ring the bell.

One long signal.

I'm on my way.

Get back there.

And not a sound out of you, darling.

Not that your friend in the back room can hear you.

You don't need me anymore. Is it all right if I go now?

Sure, mate.

Why not? Go.

I'll keep my mouth shut. You have my solemn word.

Oh, I'm certain of it. Move.

See how we're gonna play it?

You're gonna open that door just a crack and tell your boyfriend in there that

everything's all right.

Just in case he's a little skeptical.

Do you understand?

Do it.

It's okay.

He's alone.

Here we are all together, nice and cozy.

Where are they?

Where are they?

In the vault.

Open it.

Steve, report from HPD.

A silent alarm's been triggered at Hagai's. Car's on the way. Silent

approach.

Somebody's doing business on Sunday, gentlemen. Let's go.

If you love him so much you want to die with him, just say the word.

If you want to live, get the opals right now. Move it.

How do I know you won't kill me?

Kill a pretty bird like you?

That's not my style of love, no.

You play your cards right, and maybe I'll give you one of those stones as a

memento.

You're just saying that.

How can I be sure you won't shoot me?

You have my solemn word.

You promised you wouldn't shoot me.

I was never breaks a promise, darling.

Really.

Where's the girl?

Where's the girl?

I locked her in the vault.

Radio for a rescue squad, Chin. Get her out.

And you're going to spend the rest of your life paying for them.

Book him.