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Down the corridors of misty dreams I chase the strange elusive

scenes Of childhood days in playground games And never hear

the angry names That once were hurled in early years And

echo still in unshed tears But I'm

not there

attic of my memory I see the faded tapestry

of tangled threads from broken toys the photographs of

fleeting joys of summer days gone quickly by I turn

my face away and sigh but I'm not

there

a day that hasn't dawned as yet perhaps someone I've never met

will say I'll tell you who you are you are the one I've

waited for and when I look into those eyes

that strip me

I bet you can't remember the first time I tried that out in an audience.

You offering a wager? Yep, I am. A dinner.

Four years ago this week at 2 a.m. in my old raft club. Right. And you had an

audience of about six people. Two of whom were awake.

The bartender and me.

Yeah, there were a few more than that last night.

About 8,000 more.

Sweet lady, you had them hanging from the palm trees.

Thank you, Walter.

No one's going to ask me to sing.

I'd like to hear you sing, Julie.

Oh? Yeah. What I'd like to hear?

I'd like to hear how you got the man here to set up that first date in Las

Vegas. The one that got you all those recording contracts.

Well, actually, that was Coco's idea.

I thought he was trying to get rid of me.

I knew you were ready.

Ready? That's funny.

I'm ready as hell.

But he won't send me.

I'm looking for songs, you know, the right material for it. You see?

I've been 86ed.

I can't drink. I can't sing.

That's OK.

Alino thinks I can.

Alino?

Oh, would you please call a cab?

I'll be right down.

Thank you.

Ow!

Lino has contacts in Vegas. I could be singing there right now. Lino is trying

to take over my business. He would only help you to hurt me.

I have a good voice.

And my career had better get going somewhere fast or else.

Or else what?

Or else Lino gets a late-word bulletin on why his brother never got back from

Macau.

He never came back from Macau because he went there to buy some shipload of guns.

He was out of his league.

That's the story you and Walter cooked up so that he'd think the Chinese got

his brother.

But I know you sent Jamocha and Dewey down to meet him in a fan-tan house on

Felicidad Street.

Where are you going?

Las Vegas!

You're too drunk to go anywhere.

Well, if I have to go with a man who can't cut it anymore, then I'm gonna

sing!

Got an I.D., Duke?

Her name's Julene Dolly, a singer.

Worked in a club owned by Coco Apolica.

She fell or was dropped from his penthouse.

How do you know she didn't jump?

I don't, but she landed awfully close.

Jumpers push off a little.

Another three feet, she would have made the deep end.

As much as I'd like to nail Coco, I think he's too cool to make it this

easy.

Take over, Duke.

Right.

Cabra, I tweet to leave those alone.

Okay, thank you. Leave your name with the officer at the door, huh?

What have we got, Dano?

Not much, Steve. Most of them took off.

Looks like 30 or 40 people were here, huh? At least.

One of the chicks told me Juleen Bally was spouting off about Alino Fumura.

Then her boyfriend showed up and she shut up.

When Che gets here, have him pull as many prints as possible, including all

these glasses.

Expensive-looking instrument. Who's Chelsea?

Chelsea Merriman. The party was given for her.

Coco said he'd give us a list of all the guests.

Yeah, well, we'll check it against the prints we pull, just in case. Where is

it? Out on the balcony.

If anyone's to blame, McGarrett, it's me.

I was taking uppers like vitamins.

And drinking booze on top of it?

Heavily.

The poor kid needed help. She wanted to be like Chelsea Merriman. She wanted it

too much.

She didn't really have it.

What happened to your face?

I'm trimming some roses this morning.

Extra long-stemmed ones, no doubt.

Don't leave the islands, Coco.

So many people came down at one time, I only recognized a few.

Mr. Nichols, the Hicksons, Mr. Jong Lee, the Cahoulas. Did they all leave by car?

One woman took a cab. I didn't see her leave, but I called it for her.

Which company?

Moana Cab Company at 155, a couple of minutes before I heard the scream.

I'll never forget that scream.

Thanks. Sure.

Yeah.

I thought you might like to know the 5-0 guys have broken our...

How long have you known Coco Apalika? She was stoned out of her mind. Now,

that's all I know.

I was sort of, well, juiced up, you know, and I get silly, really silly when

I drink.

You mentioned that Julian was shouting about Alina Kimura to Coco just before

this whole... I don't remember that.

But yesterday you told me... No, I couldn't have been that silly. I was

there, but it was all... I can't remember anything.

Nothing.

Okay. Okay, Miss Anderson.

Thank you for your help.

How's it going down?

I don't know what they were drinking last night, but it wasn't truth serum.

Well, you've had quite a few in here, though.

Yeah, but they're all well rehearsed. Same speech about Julian being high on

reds and blues.

Well, at least they're talking. Someone may say something if they talk enough.

All right. Thank you, Mr. Allen. We can reach you at this address on the

mainland? Yeah, till the 28th. Okay, fine. Thank you.

I'm Steve McGarry. Oliver McDougal, sir.

I asked him to help with the questioning.

He used to be with LAPD.

What division were you with in LAPD?

Hollenbeck. He was in narcotics for a while. Quite a few commendations.

And you moved to Hawaii so you can surf the North Shore, huh?

Yes, sir, partly.

Any luck with the questioning?

Well, not much, but for what it's worth, some of those people left the party

awfully fast because they're either carrying hash or pot.

How do you know that?

Well, they get brown stains on their fingers from biting down on short

roaches. Do you have anything hot? Let me know. Yes, Tim.

Checking out that cab.

Where did you drop her off?

I took her to the Elton Palms.

How did you know her name?

Are you kidding? I took one look in the mirror and I said, Hey, you're Chelsea

Merryman. And she said, Yeah.

Well, what else did she say? She forgot her purse at a party, but she didn't

want to go back for it. She was worried about something. She kept looking

through the window to see who was behind us.

Thanks, pal. All right.

Custom-made.

I can understand how she could forget it, but why hasn't she inquired about it

for the concert this afternoon?

According to the cab driver, she also left her purse.

Donald, when you deliver it, go easy on the questions.

If she knows anything, she might get scared.

We have no reason to hold her.

No reason yet.

Five O's talked to everyone that was at the party, including a few who I didn't

even know was there.

What about Chelsea?

I'm not sure, but I know they're interested in her.

Do you think she could have seen something?

Yeah, maybe.

She left that in my dressing room.

Your friend with the penthouse called.

Coco? Yeah.

What do you want?

He'll send his driver to pick you up after the concert to get that dinner you

owe him.

And he said that he got your purse in case you were worried.

Here,

let me get it.

Oh. I'm Dan Williams with

Hawaii Five-0. It's Merriman, your guitar.

Thank you.

I'd like to ask you a few questions. I'd really appreciate that, Mr.

Williams. But, uh, listen, I... Look, I'm Ms. Merriman's manager, and she has

a concert now, and they're waiting for her downstairs. Yeah, so we'll talk

later, all right? Why don't you just both go on down?

I've got to tune this thing up and everything.

Thanks again.

Please, this way, Miss Merriman. We have a car more suited to your status.

Who do you think you are?

A devoted admirer, Miss Merriman.

It's an honor to meet your acquaintance.

I warned you.

I told the cabin to call the police.

It's unlikely that he will.

He knows us.

Where are we going?

To pick up the boss.

Coco has nothing to worry about.

Yeah, I don't know.

She skipped the concert?

Okay. Check the airport detail.

If she shows up, have her detained.

Right.

Jenny, give me HPD, please.

Yes, sir.

Steve, Alina Camero is here.

Send him in.

Please forgive the intrusion, Mr. McGarrett.

But I think you'll find this a pleasant interruption.

May I introduce Miss Chelsea Merriman?

What's all this about?

Law and order, Mr. McGarrett.

This island would be a more pleasant place without Coco Apuleka.

The difficulty is keeping this beautiful lady alive for Coco's trial.

Cream and sugar?

No, thanks. Just black.

Aren't you supposed to say, don't be nervous, Miss Merriman? These are just

routine questions.

You have a right to be jittery. That must have been a frightening ride.

Well, it was a bit mystifying, all right.

While there, I thought I might wind up in an octopus garden.

Well, anyway, here I am.

Someone informed me that you were to sing at a charity concert this

afternoon.

Well, I was just too strung out to get up on a stage and smile.

Because of yesterday?

Yes.

That girl's fall.

Paul?

Her scream.

That was enough to shake anybody up.

So you left immediately, huh?

Didn't everyone?

That's not what I asked.

I left immediately.

Then you called a cab before she fell.

Well, I don't enjoy parties, particularly when I'm there mainly to

sing.

And I'd had my quota of people and Mai Tai, so I just folded my tent.

Do you know anything about how Julien Vallee fell?

No, I don't. You're sure of that?

Yes.

Could you swear to that on a witness stand?

You're making me very, very nervous, Mr. McGarrett.

I'm not used to being interrogated, particularly by

highly skilled investigators wearing guns under their carefully tailored

suits. Oh, I would have thought that you were quite accustomed to men carrying

guns having worked Coco's clubs.

Thanks for the coffee.

I'll have someone drive you back.

Thank you.

Jenny, see if you can find Duke and Chin. Tell them I'd like to see them

immediately. Steve, Doc is here.

All right, I'll see him now.

My men will be here momentarily. Just please relax.

Sit down.

No more questions, I promise.

Miss Merman, Dr. Bergman, our forensic specialist.

How do you do?

.10 blood alcohol.

No other drugs? Just the alcohol.

You mentioned a bruise and laceration.

When were they made?

Shortly before death.

I also found someone else's skin particles under three of her nails.

Try to get a make on that skin.

But she was alive when she went over the rail? Yes, no question.

Okay, Duff, thank you.

Let me ask you something, Miss Merritt. You have trouble keeping promises, don't

you? Oh.

But this is a theoretical question.

If you had seen Coco push that girl off the balcony... would you testify

to that fact?

That's one of those iffy questions you hear at cocktail parties.

I mean, nobody could answer that until they have to.

Maybe.

Maybe.

But... I remember a line from one of your songs.

Too many folks are moving on when they should stick around and hold their

ground.

Did you write that?

Yeah.

But I was much older then.

Yes, ma'am.

Central, pass me through to McGarrett.

McGarrett.

Steve, this is Duke. You were right.

They were waiting for her at the hotel. They spotted us and took off.

Oh, that's fine, Duke. That's fine.

He'll tell Coco that we have a tight surveillance on her, so he'll back off a

little.

You stood me up, Joss. First

time ever.

Show us big stars.

Who'd you think I was just now when you walked in?

Well, I just wasn't expecting anybody to be here.

You kind of gave me a start.

Well, where are we going to eat?

It's your money.

Actually, I was thinking of Dolphin's Cove.

They still do the best mai-mai in the Pacific.

Sounds great.

Right now, I could sure use one of those.

Oh, you brought my purse. Thanks.

I was having an identity crisis without my credit cards.

You took my drink.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You look like you just got back from the dentist.

Yeah, my Novocaine's wearing off.

So how's your mother?

Peachy.

And Marisa?

Oh, she's, uh, getting to look more like her father every day.

Lucky girl.

You ever hear from him?

No.

No. The divorce was it.

Who are you calling? Room service.

You're too tired to go out.

Hey, this is 768. Let me speak with Robert.

Robert. Coco.

Yes, fine, fine, fine. Listen, I need something very special this evening.

For two.

What do you suggest?

Perfect, perfect.

Yeah, and maybe some dry red wine from a better year?

Yeah, yeah.

Tell your wine stewardess for me.

Right.

You're welcome.

Well.

It's been a long time since we've had dinner together.

Mm, yes.

Well, how's business?

As good as ever.

Better if it wasn't for this, uh, thing with Julene.

I understand Alino delivered you to 5-0 this afternoon.

Delivered is right.

Don't you want to know what McGarrett asked me?

What I told him?

There isn't anything to tell him, is there?

I just said that she was very uptight and drunk.

Yeah, they'd like to think there's more to it than that.

A murder rap would make McGarrett very happy, not to mention Alito Kimura.

He's hoping you'd finger me.

Well, all he succeeded in doing was giving me a good scare.

Chelsea, when were you in my dressing room yesterday at the party?

Which I don't remember.

Oh, I think it was, I know it was before I sang.

Yeah.

Look at you putting up a front.

Sitting here being nice to me and you're exhausted.

Forget dinner, we'll talk tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

I just have a case of the terminal yawns. I'm sorry, Coco. It's all right,

it's all right.

How about lunch tomorrow?

Why don't we make it... Breakfast at the airport, because I'm getting a new

flight. All right, fine.

Bet Marissa's anxious to see you, huh?

How old is she now?

Seven, going on 25.

Growing like a weed.

I remember how much you used to call her every night, no matter where you were.

I know how much she means to you.

Yeah.

Tomorrow morning, about 10?

Good night, Coco.

Good night.

Hello?

Oh, yes, thank you, operator.

Hello, Mom?

Hi, dear.

Are you still in Hawaii?

Is it Mommy?

No, all quiet on the home front.

Oh, just a moment, dear. There's somebody at the door.

I'll put Marissa up. Okay.

Hello, Mommy.

Hello, darling. How are you?

I'm fine, Mommy.

I miss you.

Oh, I miss you too, sweetheart.

But look, I'll be home tomorrow, and we'll spend lots of time together.

Oh, good.

Here's Nanny.

Marissa, it's for you.

Hi.

It was just a delivery man, Chelsea.

Did you send Marissa something?

No.

Who's it from?

Well, it doesn't say.

What is it, Marissa?

Mommy, it's a beautiful doll, but its head is broken.

Somebody broke it.

Darling, let me speak to Nanny again.

Yes? Mom, I want you to do something right now.

I'll explain everything when I get there.

Pack a bag and take Marissa to Uncle Frank's in Arizona.

Now?

Right now.

I'll meet you there.

Get going, please.

Bye, Mom.

Operator, I want the office of Hawaii Five-O.

Here they come. Come on, Juan.

Is that Ms. Merriman in there?

We'd like to talk to her. We'd like to ask her a few questions.

Are you in police protection?

No, I just couldn't get a cab. Take it easy, gentlemen. She's suffering from

nervous exhaustion. Why all the security, Mr. McGarrett?

Protein protection. When she feels up to it, we're going to ask her some

questions. What about?

Death of Jolene Bally. What else? Is there a possibility that she might

testify against Coco Apuleka?

We have no comment. No comment, gentlemen.

She's going to talk.

We're not making any hit till we know for sure.

You and Chelsea were pretty close.

Yeah, very.

She's like a sister.

They charge you with murder. There's no bail.

You're inside.

Yeah, yeah.

All right.

Why don't you set it up?

But don't move on her.

We're not positive she has anything to tell them.

Jolene was bugging Coco about her career and getting contacts in Vegas.

And he dragged her into the bedroom to shut her up.

Where were you then?

Oh, I was in a dressing room off the bedroom. I was calling a cab.

They didn't know I was there.

And she was pretty well stoned.

She...

She threatened to tell Alino about his brother being killed in Macau by Coco's

guys.

Is that what set him off?

Yeah, partly.

But what really punched his button was when she made some crack about his

virility.

He, um, he slapped her, and she started scratching him.

And he knocked her over the rail.

Hung on there for a moment.

He could have helped her, but he let her fall.

I wish I could have done something.

Well, you're doing something now.

OK, Tom, that should be enough for the district attorney to get an indictment.

I should have told you before.

But I just... I just couldn't.

I understand.

I might have done the same thing if I had a daughter and mother within Coco's

reach.

Oh, incidentally, they're not going to Arizona.

They're in a comfortable Los Angeles apartment with 24-hour police

protection.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

the deposition.

Does Coco know she's going to testify?

Oh, yeah, he'll know. So you better have Dano and Duke get a warrant to pick him

up. Watch him.

Take good care of him.

I will.

Hawaii 5-0. It's a search warrant. We want to see Coco.

I could have told you he wasn't here.

He's gone fishing.

Yeah, perfect day for fishing.

Yes? They were just here.

With a warrant.

Excuse me, I came to see Pete Holden. He's got heart trouble out here.

Room B311.

I hope you can eat chocolate.

I paid five dollars for this little box.

His nurse can advise you.

Thank you.

Hi, Pete.

Hey, Tuff, what are you doing here?

Came to see how you're getting along.

What's my temperature?

Same as last time.

Normal. I don't know what you're doing here.

You don't know what I'm doing here?

I'm lying here with coronary pains in my chest, listening to this brass-headed

bimbo tell me how healthy I am. And for this, I'm spending $85 a day. It wasn't

asking for anything. Hey, Pete, sit down. You're getting all red.

Brought you a little present.

Oh, you should have.

It's all right.

Excuse me, the nurse told me that Chelsea Merriman's inside.

Sorry, this is a restricted area.

You'll have to leave, mister.

Listen, I'm one of her original fans. I have all her 45s.

Let me just leave my business card.

She knows me.

Let me just slide it under the door.

Hold it!

Guy at B311 had a visitor.

Famed to be a fan of Chelsea's. Big as a whale. Took two bucks to drag him away.

That's when the hitter got in.

Got it right in the capsule, didn't he?

Yeah.

Well, they should buy us a couple of more days anyway, Chin.

Keep a guard outside that door as if nothing has happened.

You're going to be home?

No, the reporters have that number.

This is one night we can all sleep. I'm going down to the beach house.

Watch it, Matsu.

Gotcha. Cut it.

How about some life-giving fluid?

Oh, yeah, I could use it.

Thank you.

Where did you learn to make coffee like that?

Slinging hash in a New York beanery.

while working my way through Juilliard.

I admire you for that.

How did you sleep?

Oddly enough, I slept very well.

Probably because I knew you were out here, protecting me from the forces of

evil and junk mail.

What would you like for breakfast?

Oh, don't bother. I'm one of those nuts who eats dates and figs and wheat germ

and yogurt.

Yeah, but what do you love?

I mean, what do you really crave?

If you forgot all about the daily minimum requirements of vitamins and

proteins.

How about mushroom omelet sprinkled with a little Parmesan cheese?

Oh, yeah.

Some whole wheat bread, toasted, with seedless black raspberry jam.

Seedless, huh? Yeah.

I see your cheek once in a while.

I saw the makings out in the kitchen. Found me out there. Yeah.

You'll be ready by the time you're out of the shower.

How long am I a prisoner here?

Not that I'm complaining.

I might turn into a professional witness.

A few weeks, anyway. I hope.

Do you ever take any days off?

Occasionally. That's why I rent this place.

You should, you know.

When can I call my daughter?

Oh, we'll put the call through to you from our switchboard downtown.

It's a marvelous breakfast.

Not bad for a showbiz type, huh?

You're not a showbiz type, Chelsea.

You'll make some guy... Yeah, I know.

I'll make some guy a good singer.

You'll make some nice lady. Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

A good cop.

It's a lonely life, isn't it? Amid all the glamour.

Lonelier than you think.

Who's that?

Oh, Oliver.

Oliver? Yes, sir? Go around the front, please.

Right now.

Come on, I want you to meet your bodyguard.

Chelsea, this is Officer Oliver McDougall. Nice to meet you, Oliver.

Pleasure to meet you. I've been a fan of yours for many years.

Thank you.

Uncle will be a day or two figuring out what happened.

But keep your eyes open. Yes, sir.

You too, Chelsea.

All right.

Call if you're going to be late for dinner, dear.

Just call the hospital.

All information regarding Chelsea's being handled by the 50 office.

It's like nothing happened.

Dewey said he put three slugs into somebody.

It was her bed, and the slugs drew blood.

Yeah, I believe him. I believe him. We're still being conned. I'm a fugitive

from justice. Alino's probably sitting in his restaurant eating buttered squid,

laughing his head off.

We got to figure this out.

We got to assume that Chelsea is alive.

Wounded, maybe, but alive.

To find him, we gotta watch McGarrett. Every minute, find out where he eats,

drinks, sleeps.

Well, I know he's got an apartment at Waikiki.

Yeah, good.

We'll find out if he got a beach house or a cabin in the mountains. Any place

for a getaway.

I'll see what I can do.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. No, no, wait. That one goes like this.

Is that an A or an E?

Darned if I know. Just goes.

Friend of yours?

Officer Matsu, the Yankee Clipper.

Hello? Long distance calling Miss Chelsea Merriman. Yes, this is Chelsea

Merriman. One moment, please.

The Miss Marissa Merriman calling from Los Angeles, California.

Hello?

Hello, Marissa?

Marissa? Hello?

Operator? I'm sorry. We seem to have lost the connection.

I'll try rerouting this call and call you back.

I need Dewey.

To the house of many doors. May Coco be there for the rest of his days.

Mariko, this is cold.

Take it back and bring some hot sake.

He sounded just like a regular telephone operator.

Yeah, it's possible, but they won't schedule a call until later. I'll have

the telephone company check it out.

Steve, I hope I didn't get you out here for nothing.

Well, in a way, I'm hoping you did.

Garrett. Steve, Alino Kimura just called.

He said Coco's hiding out at 1732 Kalanianioli.

You can call him back at his restaurant to verify.

All right.

Get Duke out to Anaheim to check it out.

Operator, give me the number of Kimura's restaurant downtown, please.

Hello, Kimura.

Yes, Mr. McGarrett. That's the address I was given as his hideout.

My pleasure.

Does that perform to your satisfaction?

Perfect.

You have great poise, Alino.

Hey, Garrett.

Walter Moppa and Jamoke just walked in.

They're talking to someone. Must be Coco.

What do you mean, it must be Coco? Can't you see his face?

I can't, Steve, but his car's there. Looks like a straight tip.

Maybe. Have HPD block the roads in and out. Get a chopper on top. Spread a wide

net in case they're tipped before we move in. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Think we got a chance to bag the big man himself, huh?

It would appear so, but maybe that's what we're playing here, a game of

appearances. Now, this is what I'd like you to do, Oliver. Call Dano.

George, I think you've got it. One more time, please, OK?

All right.

Tomorrow never comes.

Who is it?

Is McGarrett here?

No, he's not.

I have some more information for him.

Can I leave it with you?

Let me see some identification.

OK,

Mr. Camara, come on in.

Thank you. Sure.

Oh, you're not alone.

I'm sorry. I would have come another time. Oh, no sweat, no sweat. Garrett

just left. He'll be back in about an hour or so. Why don't you sit down and

just make yourself comfortable, all right? Thank you.

Officer, quietly.

Your gun, please.

Come on.

Now, don't try anything.

Over there.

Don't move, Coco.

Drop both guns on the floor.

Put your hands on your head.

Frisk it.

Turn around.

I saw you drive down the coast.

How'd you get back?

The beach. I liked the job. Book them down.

How'd you like to do the honors?

My pleasure.

My pleasure. Give me that team.

You gonna testify, Chelsea?

I don't think I owe you anything, Coco.

I may have, until I watched you kill Julene.

You know, if you were interested, I'd make you a

pretty good dinner tonight.

Candles and all that.

Would you?

I have to.

You never take me out.