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Thank you.

Good morning, Raymond.

Good morning, morning.

All right, done like you showed me.

Here it is.

60 with orange borders for the Division of Highways. 65 blue for the municipal

issue. The other 65 water district bonds.

Well?

Congratulations, Raymond.

A thoroughly professional job.

Hey, I know that.

What I want to know now is, when do I get to see some dough, huh?

We should begin sharing the million dollars in a few days.

Hey, geez.

It don't seem real, does it?

I'm going to break a rule of long standing, Raymond.

In spite of the early hour, I think we should drink a toast to our future.

Well, I got some beer.

I'm sure.

Which is why I brought this.

Scotch.

I think it's festive enough for the occasion.

Hey, 20 years old. You better believe it.

I got some glasses back on the scene.

May I use your phone, Raymond? A local call.

Hey, even if it wasn't, so what?

Call them on.

Be my guest.

Hello? Good morning, my dear.

Oh, Norman, it's you.

I was just sitting here having some coffee and wishing that you were here.

And there's no place I'd rather be, but... Norman, listen, I've been

thinking. Maybe we could take separate flights, go to Maui for the day and

just... You know, that's impossible. We agreed we mustn't take the chance of

anybody establishing a connection between us.

I know, it's just that I miss you so.

And I miss you, my dear, but I must go now.

I remembered you tomorrow morning. But not before 10.30, and do exactly as I

told you.

I will, I will.

Norman, are the eyedrops helping any?

I really must go.

I'll call you later.

What have we got, Doc? Been dead at least 24 hours.

Maybe more.

Cyanide from the smell in the bluish tin.

Cyanide?

The bond you mentioned, Doc? Found it in the wastebasket.

State of Hawaii, Division of Highways, 5,000 Barabond. No serial number.

Yeah.

No authorizing counter signature.

Counterfeit. All the way.

This the only one you found?

So far, Steve.

Not even paper stock like this in the shop.

Oh. No guy produces a bond that good and then just tears it up for kicks.

Or commits suicide for kicks, either.

I never made a will.

Maybe selling the equipment can pay off what I owe.

No signature.

What do we know about Sakai now?

Practically nothing yet. He's 37 years old, unmarried. He's owned this shop for

four years.

Okay, run him through the computer. Query Washington.

Really ring him out. Right.

And, Dono, nobody leaks a word about a counterfeit bond.

Nobody.

Yes, I have a loan with the bank. Oh, won't you sit down? Miss, uh... Mrs.

Taylor. Mrs. Taylor.

I, uh... I decided to bring it in instead of mailing it. I think it's all

here. I'd like my bearer bond back, also, that I left as collateral.

Oh, of course.

Let's see.

It's listed right here.

City and county of Honolulu.

Metropolitan Water District in the amount of $5,000.

Number L5859.

I'll be right back, Mrs. Taylor.

I thought the watermark might have been forged, but it isn't. The paper is the

same stock used in this issue of water district bonds.

Steve, if the serial number and authorizing signature were on that bond,

I wouldn't know it was a phony.

But why wasn't this filled in? Why wasn't the serial number and an

authorizing signature forged along with the rest of the bond?

Why was it just torn up and thrown away?

Why didn't they burn it? I'm afraid the wise are your department.

Thanks, Jay.

Mrs. Taylor, are you sure this is not your bond? How many times do I have to

repeat it? It is not my bond.

But, madam... Look, I told her...

I told you, Mr. Emery, and now I am telling you. My bond had a tear right

here at the top of the page where I tried to scrape some candle wax off of

it and a piece of tape that I used to mend it. Mrs. Taylor, I'm sure this is

nothing more than a clerical error.

Your bond was probably placed in another customer's file by mistake.

Exactly. Now, I'm sure Mr. Emery will be able to locate it in just a moment.

Well, it's just not here, Mr. Pryor.

Well, then where is it? What is it?

I'm afraid we'll have to notify the police, Miss Sewells.

You're saying it's a forgery, too?

That's my opinion.

I checked it out with samples of Sakai's handwriting we found in the shop.

Somebody's trying to make murder look like suicide.

There's something strange there, too, Steve.

Doc Bergman's post-mortem showed Sakai drank enough cyanide to kill a half a

dozen men.

Well, I read Doc's report. What are you suggesting?

How did he ingest it?

Here. Didn't drink it from this.

Are you sure?

No trace of cyanide in that broken glass or any of the other glasses or cups we

found in the shop.

And there were no fingerprints on any of them, except the guy's.

For you, Steve.

McGarrett.

Are you sure?

OK, I'm on my way.

A bank downtown thinks they found a comfort bond in their vault.

I don't care what the bank remembers or doesn't remember, Mr. McGarrett. When I

brought my bond in here, it had a at the top of the page with a piece of scotch

tape on it, and I gave it to her.

I handle an awful lot of loans, Mr. McGowan. Well, I don't.

And I'd like to remind the bank that you owe me $5,000.

Believe me, Mrs. Taylor, you'll get it back or its equivalent.

When?

We're holding your bond as evidence, Mrs. Taylor.

As soon as the investigation is over, I assume that Mr. Pryor will make it good.

Jay, what have we got?

I'm not sure, Steve.

Look for yourself.

This is a bond you brought back from the bank, the one the lady says is a

forgery. Now look at an authentic sister bond furnished by the state treasurer's

office.

See my problem?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Twins.

And if, uh...

This one had a serial number and an authorizing signature.

We'd have triplets.

Okay.

We know that this is a phony, but what about Mrs.

Taylor's bond?

Good or bad?

Give me an educated guess.

Okay, but that's all it'll be.

Mrs. Taylor's bond is a counterfeit, but I wouldn't want to swear to it in court.

Why? I'm just not enough of an expert.

Well, let's get one.

Norman Cargill?

He's the best.

Okay, I'm expecting a call from the man.

McGarrett. The governor's calling.

Yes, put him on, please.

Yes, governor?

Steve, I've just had two calls.

One from the state treasurer and one from the Metropolitan Water District.

They're up in arms over this counterfeit bearer bond at the Bank of Honolulu.

Well, we don't know it's a counterfeit yet, sir. We'll have to get a documents

expert to examine it.

Well, then get one.

State and city bonds are as negotiable as cash.

And if we have to pay off on both principal and interest on a flood of

counterfeits, it could bankrupt every government agency in this state.

Yes, sir. I'm aware of that.

How fast can you get an expert here from the mainland?

We may not have to go that far, sir. One of the top men in his field lives right

here in Honolulu.

We've used him a couple of times before.

Good. Get him.

Norman Cargill speaking.

Stephen!

How nice to hear from you.

There's no doubt in your mind about this being a counterfeit, Mr. Cargill? None

whatsoever. Please note the counter signature first.

The care with which the last name in particular has been written.

Not at all like the authentic signature.

How many bank employees had access to the bonds in the vault, Steve?

Four. Prior, the bank manager, the assistant manager, Arthur Song, a

cashier, J.B. Emery, and his assistant, a woman named Olivia Hillis.

But we can't be certain that the Bank of Honolulu is the only bank holding

counterfeit bonds, can we?

No, sir.

Depending on the size of the forgery operation, there could be counterfeits

in the hands of every bank and every financial institution in the state, and

maybe even on the mainland.

Not to mention those in individuals' hands.

They could be anywhere, from safe deposit boxes to tin cans buried in

backyards. How do we get them to examine?

However you do it, it has to be done.

And every state and municipal bond we lay our hands on has to be scrutinized.

Mr. Cargill?

Sir? I know this is a huge job, but could you take it over?

Well, uh... I am expecting a call from a San Francisco museum

to examine a 14th-century diary reputed to have been written by...

But in view of the urgency of the situation, I don't suppose I can refuse.

Fine.

Well, I don't think we need to keep you any longer. Mr. McGarrett will be in

touch as soon as the details are worked out. And thanks again.

My pleasure, sir.

This way, gentlemen.

In here.

That cleaning woman.

Well, shall we get started?

A list of today's bonds by number, issuing authority, and amount.

Checked it at the bank before we left this morning.

You sign here, unless you wish to check it yourself.

Gracious. Now, Mr. Song, I trust the bank of Honolulu.

Mr. Song and Mr. Emery come back this evening. They'll have a duplicate list.

They'll check the bonds and sign it for your record. Is that satisfactory?

Imminently so.

We'll see you about four.

Kimo, Kyoki, I want one of you in here with Mr. Kaju with the door locked from

the inside and one in the corridor.

Yes, sir.

I'll take the hall. Anything you need, Norman, let me know.

I will, Stephen.

I will.

And thank you.

Judging from the size of this first day's batch, you're going to be with me

a long time.

Perhaps you'd be more comfortable at the desk in my office.

I don't know. I only request that you leave the door open.

OK.

Where did you buy your bond, Mrs. Taylor?

From a Mr.

Dunlap at the Morgan Harrison Company. That's a brokerage house. Yes, I know

the company.

Now, I just have a couple more questions.

My information shows that you purchased the bond 16 months ago.

And then two months later, you used it as collateral for a $1,500 loan, which

you used as a down payment for a new car.

Yes. May I ask why?

Why what?

Why you didn't borrow the entire amount to pay off the car, pay it off in cash,

rather than... Mr. Williams, I don't quite understand what business it is of

yours. And I don't see why you have found it necessary to snoop into my

personal financial affairs.

Just routine.

Thank you, Mrs. Taylor.

Yes? Norman, Norman, I've got to see you.

That's impossible.

You know I explained to you that we couldn't afford... Please, there was

someone here from Hawaii Five-0, Mr.

Williams. He asked all sorts of questions. I know that he suspects

something.

Impossible.

Norman, I am sure that he does.

Now, now, my dear, just be calm.

We'll meet and talk about it, hmm?

Tonight?

It will have to be first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, just remember, I love you.

And I love you too, Norman.

Quiet. Keep both hands on the wheel.

Don't try to attract attention.

Turn left at the next corner.

Eyeshadow, perhaps, but otherwise, excellent.

You're still worrying about your interview with Mr. Williams, aren't you?

It's just that I keep feeling that the police know more than they're saying.

Nonsense.

But we keep getting in this thing deeper and deeper.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

You knew from the very beginning what we were going to do and why.

Yes, but this... But what?

It's far too late for second thoughts.

We can't undo what we've done.

Replace the wands I've taken or recall Raymond Sakai and Olivia Hillis.

We've burned our bridges behind us.

We have to go.

I can't help wondering, my dear, are your second thoughts really about our

project, or are they about me?

You. I cautioned you against falling in love with a middle-aged

man who has gone blind.

Oh, Norman. And I can understand how you might regret having... Please don't even

say it or think it. I love you.

I'm sorry. I was being silly. I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

I'm all right.

No.

I know you are.

It's 9.30.

That gives you just half an hour to get to the bank.

Well, Miss Hoover, what can we do for you this morning? Making another little

deposit? No, a little withdrawal, Mr. Brock.

How much do you want?

All of it.

$19,608 plus interest.

And I'd like it all in cash, please.

Cash?

Cash.

Excellent, my dear, excellent.

Now... Your ticket to Los Angeles.

United Airlines, flight 114.

Reservation in the name of Aretha Hoover.

And you know what to do when you get to Los Angeles.

Yes, I catch the next plane back to Honolulu under my right name.

You're forgetting one thing, my dear.

The most important thing.

Your costume.

The moment you arrive in Los Angeles, you must destroy it.

Burn it.

If possible, the trail of Olivia Hillis, alias Aretha Hoover, must

end on the mainland.

Vanish completely without a trace.

Do you understand?

And then your role will be over.

Note the authentic bond serial number on the right.

Firm printing, no blurring, true alignment to one one-hundredth of an

inch. Now, on the left, one of the counterfeits I found in the Bank of

Honolulu files today.

Notice the very slight blurring, and the alignment of the serial number is off

by two one-hundredths.

Then I'll call Pryor at the bank and tell him we're on our way. Right.

Then these two bonds were done by the same person who forged

Mrs. Taylor's bond.

A strong possibility, Stephen.

What's going to happen now?

We want you to go on with your examination, Norman.

Steve,

Pryor is climbing the walls.

Olivia Hillis didn't show up for work today, and there's no answer to her

apartment.

Have you got an address?

Yeah. Get Ben. Get on. Right.

Thank you, Norman.

Danny.

Find something?

Well, lots of women wear men's pajamas.

Not that big.

Laundry mark.

W.L. 1915.

Check it out.

Got a break, Steve.

A kickback on this circular that was distributed by HPD on Olivia Hillis.

A woman closed out a savings account at the Bank of Hawaii.

Got the canceled passbook right here.

Took $19,608 in cash.

The teller thought he was kind of strange. Told his boss who I call HPD.

Aretha Hoover?

O-H.

Olivia Hillis.

Yeah, could be.

Kind of a wild possibility, but could be. See if you can get a positive

identification from the teller. First thing in the morning.

OK.

WL 1915.

Beachside Laundry, about a block from Sakai's print shop.

The 19 refers to the letter S, the 19th letter in the alphabet, and the 15 was

Sakai's customer number.

Hillis. He counterfeited them, she planted them.

Yeah.

Hoover, Hillis, I don't care what you call her.

That's her.

All right, Ben, see if you can get a make on her from LAPD.

If Chase says Aretha Hoover's handwriting on the savings account

application is the same as the handwriting on Sakai's forged suicide

note, how does it check with Olivia Hillis's?

Well, it looks a lot the same, but there are some differences.

Maybe to disguise it to make it look like Hoover's?

Maybe.

McGarrett.

Yes, put him on, Jenny.

Right.

Cargill.

Yes, Norman.

For how much?

All right, I'll send for it right away.

Another counterfeit?

Yeah, the fourth.

$10,000 highway department bond.

What do we know?

We know that a woman who calls herself Aretha Hoover forged the Sakai suicide

note.

But Jay has not been able to make a positive link between her handwriting

and Olivia Hillis'. Even without that, Steve, don't we have all we need?

A tie-in between Sakai and Hillis, the bank account she cleaned out, the one

-way ticket to L.A.

It all fits.

McGarrett. Yeah, Che.

Good. I'll be right down.

Sit tight. Che's got something.

These are the four counterfeits Cargill turned up.

I applied a ninhydrin spray on them and heated them.

The ninhydrin and heat work on the amino acids that might be left by prints. And

they come out that reddish-purple color.

Did you get a make on any of them? Yes.

Right forefinger and thumb of yours, several of mine, and a whole set of one

other person's.

Olivia Hillis. No. Who?

Norman Cargill.

Norman Cargill.

Norman Cargill.

But that doesn't mean anything, Steve.

Cargill's fingerprints would be on them.

After all, he had to handle them when he examined them. That's right, Donovan.

But think about it.

Somebody. Prior?

Song?

Emery or Olivia Hillis, one of the four who had access to that bank vault, had

to stash those counterfeits for Cargill to find.

So why aren't any of their prints on them?

Exactly. There's only one explanation.

The counterfeits Cargill found were never in the vault. Exactly.

The counterfeits were completed after the good bonds were delivered to Cargill

for examination.

Forged by Cargill.

Who else, John?

Who has that kind of expert knowledge?

I don't believe it. He's one of the most respected documents experts in the

world. And we hired him. And he couldn't have known he was going to be hired.

So he had to get the idea after he started work.

And even if that's true, why did Olivia Hillis run?

And where did she get nearly $20,000?

Not on what she could save out of her salary for two years.

All right, gentlemen.

All right. I realize that there are lots of holes.

that there are lots of unanswered questions, but let's stop talking about

them and try plugging some of them.

John, I want a court order to put Cargill under audio and video

surveillance in his lab, and I want it before morning.

All right, Steve, you'll have it if I can find a judge who's awake at this

hour.

Chin, you and Ben work with Che on the installation after we get the court

order. Che's got something special for this kind of job, a TV lens no bigger

round than a cigarette.

Good. Get on it.

Steve, before we can hang anything on cargo and make it stick, we've got to

show how he could have switched Maxine Taylor's good bond for a counterfeit

while it was still tucked away in a bank vault.

Dano, we've been assuming that just because Mrs. Taylor bought a good bond

from Morgan Harrison and Company, that it was the same one that she gave the

bank for collateral.

But what if she gave them a counterfeit bond to secure her loan?

You mean the Taylor woman is working with Cargill?

Possibility. But there's no connection between them.

Correction, Daniel. There's no connection we know about.

Yeah, but that amounts to the same thing, doesn't it?

Yeah.

At this point in time...

Mr. McGarrett, please.

Mr. Cargill speaking.

Good morning, Stephen.

Good morning, Norman.

Another count for it?

No, Stephen, no.

A personal matter this time.

I'd like to see you immediately, if possible.

It's rather urgent.

All right, I'll come right over.

Not here, Stephen.

You see, I've just discovered that someone has my laboratory under

electronic surveillance.

Oh. I see.

You,

Steven? You spied on me?

Yes. Yes, Norman, I did.

And here's a court order authorizing the surveillance.

This is the most infamous... Norman.

I'm going to lay it on you. Please do.

I am convinced that none of the four people who had access to that bank vault

had anything to do with planting that first counterfeit. And that includes the

missing Olivia Hillis. I am also convinced that there was only one

counterfeit bond in that bank when we hired you, and that belonged to Mrs.

Taylor.

If there was a counterfeit in the bank before I was retained by you, then how

did it get in there?

Surely you don't think I could have walked into the bank and put it in the

vault. Somebody planted it for you.

Obvious.

Aren't you contradicting yourself, Stephen? You just said the four

employees who did have access... Wait.

I see your reasoning.

You think that woman's bond...

Mrs. Taylor, is that her name?

Was a counterfeit from the beginning, and that I had... Yes, and that you had

her use it for collateral for a loan, make payments on it for 14 months, then

reclaim it and denounce it for a forgery. Yes, Norman, that's exactly

what I'm thinking.

Which also means that you poisoned that printer, Sakai, and that you tried to

frame Miss Hillis by tying her in with him.

I also have a strong feeling that when we find Miss Hillis, we're going to find

her dead.

Really, Stephen, you can't be serious.

I'm dead serious, Norman.

Well, before you give me a prepared confession to sign, I think you should

recognize the glaring flaw in your theory, that this Mrs. Taylor, this

alleged accomplice of mine, is a total stranger to me.

I've never laid eyes on her in my life.

Or do you have some evidence to the contrary?

No, I have not uncovered anything yet.

And you won't, because there is none.

This was really unnecessary.

Did you forget you had a police officer with me at all times?

What was that all about?

Why do you suppose he wanted to beard the lion in his den?

Why not? What did he have to lose?

If we arrest the guy and he goes to trial, he can tell the jury that as an

honest citizen he marched right over here to find out why we'd subject a man

of his impeccable reputation to surveillance.

If we don't nail him, he's lost nothing.

You want to put a tail on him?

No, it wouldn't do any good.

It's such an obvious move.

He's a... He's probably sitting right down there on the steps of the palace

waiting for the guy.

Maxine Taylor.

Cargill and Taylor.

That's the connection we need, Dan.

There just isn't any, Steve.

Got to be.

If there were, we'd have found it.

Let's have a look at that videotape.

Jenny, ask Che to bring up the video equipment, please.

Maxine, listen carefully and don't interrupt.

I'll be by at one o'clock.

Is something the matter, Newman?

Listen to me.

They'll give you an hour to pack.

Pack? No questions.

Just do as I say.

Hold it down. Right there.

Back it up.

Now, slowly forward.

Slower.

3-5-5-4-9-9

-1.

Get the listing for that number.

Get out! Put your hands on your head.

How'd you do it, Steve?

How'd you make the connection?

We picked up Mrs.

Taylor's number from the videotape. You called her before you realized you were

bugged, remember?

They're all there.

Where is Olivia Hillis?

Buried in the rainforest off Old Padia Road.

I can take you there.

Why, Norman, why?

A man at the top of this field, and you threw it all away. Why?

I'm going blind, Stephen.

A rather severe handicap for a documents expert.

And then, what would become of me?

Would you believe it, Stephen?

The top man in my field.

and I never made more than $20,000 a year.

I spoke hastily in your office, Steven.

I still value our past relationship.

Surely we can part friends.

Norman, counterfeiting is one thing, but murder?

Murder?

Book him.

Murder what?