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Thank you.

Hello, Harry.

How's it going, Sue, yeah? Well, we got any action?

Oh, I don't know. Oh, yeah? Well, we do now.

I'll tell you what, I'll bet you 100 bucks.

Next person comes in, I'll do it as a woman.

Why 100?

Why not say 400?

400? Okay, you're on. You got a bet.

Well... One thing I'm sure of, you didn't set that up.

Some of you are glad and some of you are not.

Still, all things come to he who waits.

He or she.

So for you anxious ones, hang right in there, baby, because, you know, time is

on your side, right?

Number seven, big seven, and the eighth's coming up, I think.

Listen, I'm open for a little side betting, you know, in case you want some

extra action.

Oh, but enough about that. These speeches get longer every time we meet.

So just drink up, enjoy yourself, and...

The night is still young.

Thank you.

Hello,

Muffin.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Look, what if it really is this time?

I said goodbye.

You're giving me money.

Now that's funny.

Come on, let's go for a ride.

All right, Roy, let's have it. Harry!

Come on, Roy, come on.

Come on.

We've been over it a million times. Let me have it.

Harry, it's crazy.

I just... Come on, Roy.

Nothing to it.

It's still not too late. You know, you never will understand me Roy Don't you

think we better be getting back? I mean I'd sure hate to blow it now

Come

on

gambler

What do we got, Dunham?

ID says Roy Bromley, M.D. Took two in the heart, Steve.

You finished?

Yeah.

Got a time fix?

I heard some shots at the clubhouse about 12.10.

What happened?

We don't know.

There's all this jewelry, wallet full of cash.

It came from the party over there.

What party?

Some 25 people. All accounted for?

All but one guest of honor, one Harry Foxton. You know him?

Of him?

Two shots, huh?

What about the gun?

HPD's looking for it.

This Dr.

Roy Bromley, you know anything about him?

Highly respected doctor.

Prominent. Everybody liked him.

Doesn't make sense.

Yes, it does, Dono, to somebody.

Steve, this is Diane Foxton, Harry's daughter.

Kate McGarrett.

Miss Foxton.

What was the party all about? What couldn't be done?

My father is a dying man, cancer, if you can believe him.

Doc Roddenly gave him six months to live.

This is number seven.

Seventh month, seventh party, is that what you mean?

Sort of a beating the rat party, as he calls it.

You mentioned a doctor.

Roy Bromley. Yeah. How did they get along?

Best of friends were.

Steve.

Excuse me.

Find the gun?

No. Look what dropped in here.

Walkie-talkie.

Spotted it earlier.

Asked around. Nobody admits owning it. Okay, get it to the lab. Nail it.

Chen, you got everybody's name here?

Yeah. Names, addresses, telephone numbers and statements.

Okay, you can let him go. We'll check them later if we have to.

That's all.

Steve, Foxton's car is gone. Nowhere in the parking lot.

Get a make on it?

73 Lincoln.

Here's the plates.

Okay, get out an APB.

Harry Foxton.

Apprehend and hold.

8-Easy-5-8-0-0.

Harry Poxton? Yes, sir.

Okay, just leave it till the wagon gets here.

Boy, you found him?

Haven't touched a thing.

Central, patch me through to McGarrett.

McGarrett. Steve,

you better send Che and Doc and the lab boys out here to Wyaba Gulch Road, Pearl

City.

Found the guest of honor.

Hello, Mr. McGarrett's office.

Yes, about two hours ago.

Who is this, please?

No, not yet.

Another one? I don't believe it. This makes ten in a row, and there's one in

your office now.

I've been waiting for you for half an hour.

Who is it?

Mr. McBain.

Ten calls, Mr. McBain.

Ten calls, all from guests at last night's party.

All asking the same question. When did Harry Foxton die?

Not if or how or why, but when.

Now, why is time important?

Nobody told you?

No.

Nobody told me.

Well... You see, Harry knew he was gonna die, so he thought he might as well put

a little wager on it.

So he set up a lottery and sold tickets, 24 of them.

One for each hour of the day.

Sold tickets to whom?

Who was in the letter?

Well, everybody that was at the party last night. Each one of them had a

ticket, winner take all.

You mean that each one of you had a bet on what time Harry Foxton would die?

The exact hour.

Well, now that he's gone, naturally, there's a considerable interest.

my asking, Mr. McGarrett, but when did Harry die?

Winner take all. How much is all?

Well, the tickets went for 10,000 each.

Someone is about to bank

$240,000.

Come off him, Doc.

Harry Foxton did not have cancer. No trace anywhere.

Yeah, but his own daughter said that he had cancer. No, she said, if you can

believe him, that's what she said.

So what did kill him?

Cause. Not yet apparent.

You think Dr. Bromley would have known?

Yeah, I do.

Why don't I try to lay my hands on his medical file?

Yeah, get a warrant and press it.

It's a 6.35 Mauser, Steve, model 1910.

It killed Dr. Bromley.

What about fingerprints?

Whole bunch. All Harry Foxton's. Well, we did find it in his car.

Meaning what?

Harry Foxton shoots his best friend, then drives off to the boondocks to die?

Steve, have a look.

Someone removed the bluing, then re-stamped the serial numbers.

Not once, but several times.

Yeah.

Ben?

Run it down.

There's more.

The walkie-talkie units you found, absolutely clean of prints, inside and

out. And look, serial numbers re-stamped several times.

Then they connect.

Ben, check every distributor on the island, and don't forget your informers.

Use all the information you can get.

What kind of a look is that?

You'll know when you read this. List of all the people who bought the lottery

tickets. Where'd you get it?

CPA downtown is holding the stakes.

Guess who bought the very first ticket?

It isn't here.

Fontaine, Forman, Foss, Font.

But no Foxton.

It's just not here.

You work here long, Miss Hill?

Ten years I've been with the doctor.

Then can you think of any place he might have put that file?

Here's where we keep all files.

Could he have taken it home?

I suppose.

Get a unit over to his home.

Meanwhile, the search warrant means search, so let's get started.

Okay, Doc, tell me about Foxton.

Cardio-respiratory change.

Yes, I did.

Preliminary. No readily apparent cause of death.

Doc, is it murder?

Steve, it's gonna take time.

I'm into some real forensic work with this thing.

Okay, then tell me when he died.

I don't know.

10.30.

Maybe. That's a.m., right?

Probably. What do you mean, probably?

Post-mortem lividity tells me one thing, liver temperature another.

Steve, my pathology is marginal here, really marginal.

Duck, you did mention 10.30, didn't you? Yes, but I don't even like that.

Better give me an hour either way.

Okay, how about 9.30 to 11.30, Duck?

Duke, let me see the list. Who's got those numbers?

That it? How's that?

Jenny, call Diane Foxton, Scotty McBain, and Peter Sooyong.

Tell them I'd like to see them here as soon as possible.

Miss Hill, ever notice this before?

What?

Did someone drill a hole in there?

Yeah, right through the tumblers.

Just above the shear line.

Hmm.

Someone broke into this office, Miss Hill. A professional.

So I have to wonder what else is missing.

Could you run an inventory?

A thorough one?

Diane Foxton?

220 Kapolo Drive, Honolulu. Is that correct?

Yes. I'm sorry to be so direct, Miss Foxton, but this is a murder

investigation, as you know.

I need some answers.

Your father, how did you get along with him?

I think you already know the answer to that, McGarrett. Please, just answer the

question.

My father.

Hail fellow, well met. Fun to have around.

Of course, you had to live with him, which I did until I was old enough to

get out.

Didn't work then?

It was all backwards.

He was a child.

Selfish.

Irresponsible.

Do anything.

Bet on anything.

Cost to anyone else. Never entered his head. Never.

Not unless he could use somebody. He thought of people that way.

Action.

Give me some action. That's all I ever heard.

Seems to me a little of that has rubbed off on you.

You mean the bet?

Yeah.

I probably blew the money, too.

Can you afford to?

No.

Then where did you get the 10,000?

Talked to my soul for it.

And I'd do it again in a minute.

You should have seen the look on his face when I told him I bought some

action.

On him.

Oh, you really stay in character, don't you?

What do you mean?

Right in the billfold.

Mr. McBain is here.

And what about Suyan?

No show.

Well, hold McBain and have Central patch me through to Duke.

Carnine. Duke, get over to Suyan's place and find a...

If you have to, bring him in.

On my way.

Tell me, Mr.

McBain, how did you get along with Harry Foxton?

All right, I guess.

A little ghoulish to bet on the death of a friend, wasn't it?

Well, I mean, it was his idea, you know.

I've got to admit, it's a hell of a bet.

Do I?

We checked you out, Mr. McBain.

Talked about him.

Unclaimed freight is not exactly a major industry.

And your financial statement isn't, uh... Well, it isn't one of a rich man.

Well, I'm not.

As you know, I went bankrupt three years ago.

Yet you belong to a rather exclusive country club.

Well, I wasn't always broke.

Where did you scare up the 10,000?

Well, now, Mr. McGarrett, I'm no fool.

I mean, bankruptcy's my business. I deal with foreclosures, unclaimed freight,

things like that, you know. It's a gamble, but there are days when you make

a big killing.

I mean, like the day before the lottery.

You had the 10,000?

Right in my pocket.

Now, be honest, Mr. McGarrett, if you could afford it.

Wouldn't you take a chance on a quarter of a million?

Between you and me, how's it going?

Do I have a chance?

This is going to take days.

Do you mind?

No, not really.

What is it?

So we got a professional wire man.

Are the serial numbers restamped?

Yeah, just like the gun, just like the walkie-talkie.

All tracks, huh? Goes even further, Steve.

Found you two more.

This is from Bromley's home. This was in Harry Foxton's apartment.

Same MO all the way around.

Locks drilled through, everything.

Reads like a signature.

Well, what are they listening for?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Quarter of a million, maybe?

Tell me, Daniel, who needs money?

Not Su Yan. He's really loaded.

How loaded?

Well, according to his broker, he has some rather large but obscure holdings,

about two million.

Two million in the closet?

Well, follow through anyway, Dano. Sometimes those closets are full of

bones. What about the others?

Well, country clubs, nobody's exactly broke, except Scotty McBain and Diane

Foxton.

That's two out of three.

Chin, I'm putting you on the wire, man.

Find him. I want a computer rundown.

Every... Wire man with the M.O. you mentioned, that signature.

Then zero the list in on our turf here.

Ben, you stick with the wiretap equipment.

Somewhere the two have to come together.

Gentlemen, we need a break on this, and we need it soon.

Yes, Jenny?

Duke's on the line.

Duke, what do you got?

Steve, you better get over here.

I've got a body.

Sue Young?

Two bullets in the chest.

They're not all like Foxen, thank goodness.

I can tell you right now, this man died between 1 and, say, 1.15 this afternoon.

Took two in the heart, huh?

Well, there'll be 6.35s again. I just found that casing's over there.

Steve.

It's under the signature.

Same MO.

Gold crayon wax to conceal the hole.

Everything.

So what do we conclude from that? The wire man is also a hitman?

Unusual combination.

Yeah. Get me a computer run on that, Chin. Just that, nothing else.

Okay.

Your name is Lewis?

Yes, sir.

What caused all this, Lewis?

What ruined this wine?

Heat, sir.

Excessive heat.

Well, isn't that an automatic unit?

Yes, sir.

Constant temperature and humidity.

But someone changed the setting.

Now, why would anyone want to do that?

I don't know, sir.

But they pushed it all the way up to the top.

Duke, have the lab boys dust that.

When did you discover all this?

We came down together at 5.17 PM.

And he's been dead from, what, 1 o'clock?

Right.

When did you last see Mr. Suyan?

See, shortly before that.

There were to be guests for dinner, and I left to do some shopping.

He came down here to select a wine.

Reds have to breathe, you know.

Came down to get some wine to open, and somebody opened him up instead.

Well, that's it, Steve.

Only seven wire men on the whole island, and not one of them fits the MO.

How about imports?

None we've been able to trace.

Any locals been in prison lately?

Yeah.

This one, Mel Listie.

Why?

Well, prisons are schools, you know that. It's not unusual for a man to come

out with a new MO.

Joliet, Illinois.

Uh.

Ben, who manufactures that bugging equipment we found recently?

Hauser Electronics, West Germany.

See if they have a distributor in Chicago or in Illinois.

And if they have, put this face on the photo fax to the local police

department. Ask them to take it to the distributor of that equipment and see if

anything fits.

No hit men here, huh? Not a one.

Any suspects?

None recently anyway.

I know. Dig.

Duke, I've been thinking.

These wire men, they often work out of a mobile unit like a van or a truck.

Something like that.

Okay. Check with motor vehicles. Right. See if there's anything registered to

them. That includes all known aliases.

I'm on it.

Denny? Duke.

Steve, this legwork is keeping me up and getting me down.

Do you commend to have your ticket punched or you got something?

Well, a couple of chestnuts. Maybe warm, maybe not.

Let's have it.

Diane Foxton and Scotty McBain had a thing going, hot and heavy, four years

ago. Broke up, they were yelling and swinging at one another.

Not just a lover's quarrel, whatever.

It ended three years ago, which coincides roughly with the opening of

the Surfside Country Club, for whatever that's worth.

It also coincides with McBain's bankruptcy.

You said that you had two things. What was the other one?

The night Bromley was shot, he and Harry had supper together.

Well, not just supper, though.

In fact, it was a very special dinner ordered weeks in advance in the gourmet

room on the third floor of the Hawaiian Regent.

Everything Harry was particularly fond of, including a bottle of Chateau

Lafitte 1959.

That stuff goes for over 150 bucks a pop.

The condemned man ate a hearty meal, huh? Yeah.

The main thing, Steve, is that the dining room captain was supposed to get

them out in time for number seven party, the one out at the country club, which

means that he knows exactly what time they finished eating.

8.15.

And you know who's interested in that.

They ate together?

You're certain?

Well, that makes some sense for a change.

How so?

Analysis of stomach contents. If they ate together, they died not more than 20

minutes apart.

Like shortly after midnight?

Very good, Doc.

Harry dies shortly after midnight, then Upson dies again at 10.30 in the

morning. What kind of sense is that?

Homicidal, maybe.

How do you mean, Steve?

That heated-up wine cellar was no accident.

Sure, a guy gets knocked off. I've seen that before. But what's with the heat?

Kind of hard on wine.

Yeah. How did you arrive at that 10.30 a.m. time of death?

Usual way.

Liver temperature at point of discovery.

Temperature? Heat.

100 degrees.

Now, what would that do to the liver temperature? Keep it up there. Keep it

high, eh? Wouldn't that throw you off?

You mean like maybe for 10 hours?

Why not 10 hours?

Midnight to 10 a.m.? Now, supposing Harry Foxton's body was not in cold

storage, but in hot storage?

In the wine cellar.

Yeah. Wouldn't that explain why we were hung up?

Yes.

settling of body fluids, lividity.

Indicates Foxen was not sitting in his car for a few hours, but lying on his

back for some time.

We know that because of the reddish-brown discoloration on his back.

On his back in the wine cellar.

There goes someone's alibi.

Now, what about some new numbers, Doc?

I'm prepared to testify under oath that Harry Foxen died between...

12.15 and 12.45 a.m. of the date in question.

The lottery has a new winner.

Luther Heaton.

How does it feel to be a rich man, Mr. Heaton?

I wouldn't know.

That wasn't my ticket.

That's kind of a proxy for a client of mine.

Who's that?

Harry Foxton.

That doesn't make any sense. Yes, it does.

All right.

Notarized, legalized, and ready to go.

What is it?

Kind of a last will and testament.

His instructions were, should the ticket win, the money to go to his daughter

Diane. Did he say why?

Yes.

Harry felt that he had failed her in every way.

Not that money could buy back failure.

But as he put it,

$240,000 could give her one hell of a good year.

Well?

No one can argue that, can they?

Considering what's happened, McGarrett, there's something else you ought to

know, and I'm the only one that could give it to you.

What's that?

The Surfside Country Club.

I put that deal together.

I know who owns it.

And believe me, those names are buried under an avalanche of paper.

What names?

Peter Suyam, Harry Foxton.

Both dead?

Exactly why I brought it up.

They walked in here one day and said, buy it.

Handed me $500,000 apiece.

Cash?

Cash.

Suyam, I can understand, but where did Harry Foxton get that kind of money?

I may have an answer, Steve.

Kula Club, Waikiki?

That's been closed for years.

Three. Guess who was paying the rent?

Diane Foxton.

I have an appointment with the bookkeeper. I'll be back in about an

hour.

Diane Foxton runs a club?

Club goes broke, stays broke.

Diane Foxton now wins the lottery.

Steve, visitor.

Miss Foxton, what can I do for you?

I found this a little while ago in the glove compartment of my car.

6.35 Mauser.

Where were you at 1 o'clock today?

Stark naked taking a sunbath.

Can you prove that?

What do you want, an eyewitness?

Come on, McGarrett.

Do you know that Suyam was killed today at 1 o'clock with a 6.35 Mazda?

Yes, I know. That's why I'm here.

You expect us to believe that?

Well, I certainly hope so because it's the truth.

Look, obviously somebody planted it on me.

Well, when I saw that big bad thing lying around, I thought it would be a

little dumb to hide it, wouldn't it?

Well, wouldn't it?

Well, what would you have done?

I guess you noticed. Just like the other Mauser, someone removed the bluing, re

-stamped the serial numbers.

Even used the same stamping tools.

Got it?

Here it is.

What you've got here is the gun that killed Sooyong.

And a girl named Diane Foxton, who shapes up as our number one suspect,

just walks in here and hands the gun over to me without an alibi.

Now, is that a stupid move or a

very smart one?

Miss Wilton worked as a secretary for an accountant named Corbett.

She says Corbett kept two sets of books for the Kula Club.

According to one set, thank you, the club just about broke even.

That was legitimate.

But according to Miss Wilton, the other set of figures showed a loss. And even

$500,000 in four years.

Who were the phony books kept for?

Miss Wilton says she never knew.

Oh, I bet.

I bet her ex-boss knows.

Corbett's been servicing an account on the Big Island. He gets back this

morning. I'll be waiting for him.

Chen, what do you got?

A couple of professional hits back in Chicago, 1966.

They think they know the man, but can't get enough to prosecute.

Mel Listie, huh?

And I also got a phone call from Miss Hill, Dr. Bromley's receptionist. Turns

out there's some drugs missing.

Unexplained withdrawal, seven grams, escadine-choline.

Bromley's signature's on it, but no notation of intended use.

When were the drugs removed?

The night Bromley was killed.

So he could have had it on him, huh?

Contact Doc. Ask him if, uh, what, seven grams of that stuff can kill.

Jen?

Ask him if it did kill.

Harry Foxton?

You got it.

Steve, we got the wireman.

Miller, Steve, pause the mic.

26.

Dono. In position, Steve.

We just took four big ones through the front door.

Check that back door. See if it's open. Nothing heroic now.

You kidding? I like island living.

Steve.

Yeah, I heard, Dono. Hold on. Hold on just a second.

You think you can kick that door in, get clear in a hurry?

I'm going in low.

Pay a little practice.

Dono?

Uh, I think he's in there alone.

And if he is, he can't shoot at two pigeons at once.

Yes, Dean.

On the word go, rattle that back doorknob, then put exactly three rounds

through the lock. I want him to think you're coming in.

Ben will kick on the second.

I'm going in on the third.

Right.

And Dono?

I want that man alive.

You too. Understand?

Go.

Another mauser.

We couldn't have him, Steve.

I know, Dono. Chen, call Doc.

Look.

Took two through the heart.

Blood is already set up.

He was dead long before we got here.

Then... Steve, we've been had the old-fashioned way.

Escaped through a dumb way.

That went out with Bulldog Drummond.

No, relax, Dino.

He's long since gone.

This place might tell us something, if we dig deep enough.

Let's go.

Another one.

Two in the chest, Doc.

I've been trying to reach you. That chemical you asked about, escadine

-choline, that's what did it all right.

Harry Foxton?

Right. That's what got him.

Asphyxiation as a result of injecting escudine coli.

What I don't understand is, Harry was on his way out anyway.

But you said no disease.

I said no cancer. What they call amyothropic lateral sclerosis.

Not a pleasant way to go.

I guess that's it.

The drug was quicker.

This is no island paradise.

It's a shooting gallery.

Steve, got some goodies here in the mattress.

How original.

Looks like 50 or 60,000.

50 or 60,000?

He's been on the street eight to ten months.

How does a guy like Mel Listie get a stack like that in ten months? Or ten

years, for that matter?

A couple of wire jobs, maybe?

No way.

A couple of hits, maybe?

Yeah, that I can believe, but not for money like that.

Who hit the hitman?

Mel Listie's dead.

This place is clean and nobody's left alive to tell tales.

Guess where that leaves us?

Without a paddle. Yeah, but not without a van.

I just found Mel Listie's van stashed in the warehouse two blocks from here.

Recorders everywhere, but still no tapes.

What do you do, burn everything?

Be a fool not to.

Still no paddle.

Wait a minute.

Anybody notice?

Receiver's missing.

Can't very well listen without a receiver.

Something's been bothering me.

All we did was knock on that door and out came the shots. Is that right, Chen?

Right. We didn't identify ourselves, so whoever was in there knew it was us.

Not possible, Steve.

We didn't put any calls out. Nobody knew we were coming here.

Nobody but us.

Us and the killer.

He heard it on this receiver.

You mean the car is bugged?

No, no, no.

My office is bugged.

It's in there all right.

Daniel, you got work to do. Right.

Now, got the script straight?

Gotta give it to him, Steve. He knows what he's doing.

Well, he should. He's had eight to ten months to work it all out. You keep

saying he.

What happened to Diane Foxton?

She still looks like number one to me.

A girl like that a killer?

Well, you never can tell.

But with Mel Listie gone, we could be hung up forever.

Well, how come he bugged his own apartment?

Yeah, that is kind of weird.

Hey, what's the matter with me?

Zinni. Lou Zinni.

Remember him?

Wireman.

Operating out of New York in the 60s.

He used to bug his own place.

He called it his life insurance.

What'd he do?

Listen to himself in the shower?

Listen, you don't understand. These guys operate out of some kind of van,

usually. They have all kinds of equipment.

Self-operating tape recorders, things like that.

So Zinni had a... Remote units, so what?

So you record every deal on tape.

Names, addresses, places, payoffs, everything.

With voice prints, you can hang a man on his voice alone.

So you want to know if Mel Lister have a van?

Yeah. And motor vehicles can tell us that.

Motor vehicles can't tell us where it is.

Talked about a counter to Corbett. What's the story?

I just finished my meeting with Corbett. He kept the two sets of books in the

cooler club.

Cooperative? Not at first, but he came around.

McBain's our target.

So the cooler club's phony books are from McBain?

Diane Foxton swindles him out of $500,000.

Bankrupts him, then cuts him dead.

Then she gives the money to her father.

Do you think that...

Do you think that Daddy has crossed her down?

Like telling her that the money is to pay off bad debts.

All the time he's salting it down to buy himself a modest little country club.

She finds out.

But how?

Mel Listie, the wireman.

I'm not so sure.

You know she wants money.

Yeah, we keep asking ourselves, who wants the money?

Who wants the money? But suppose all the time, this is a smoke screen, suppose...

Gin! No tapes, right?

As I was saying, Donna, suppose there's something else operating here.

Something more than money.

Like revenge.

Eh, McBain?

I'd say I... I settled the score.

Maybe.

But what about Peter Suyan?

What did he do to you?

Well, that's what he didn't do!

Not one peep out of him.

When Foxton and Diane were setting me up with the Kula Club, he knew. He knew

what was going on. He knew!

Put your hands on your head and come out.

What did you do? Buy these by the case?

You disappointed me, McGarrett.

How so?

If you'd have done your job, you would have traced those guns not to me.

But Diane Foxton, you see, she was the one who was supposed to take the rap.

Well, that's too bad, Scotty. I guess I'm a sloppy cop.

So, Harry Foxton gets the last laugh, and all Diane gets is $240,000.