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Thank you.

There's my nephew, Danny.

And Clara.

You haven't changed a bit.

Well, I've certainly tried not to.

And Clara, for you.

Aloha, Malahini.

Oh, look, they really do give them out.

Oh, thank you, Danny. It's beautiful.

This is Mr.

Miller. I met him on the plane. And this is Danny, my nephew. You know, the

detective. Nice to meet you. I feel I already know you, Mr. Williams.

I've been hearing about you for the last five hours. Can we give you a lift?

Why, thank you. The Mackay Lagoon Hotel, right up on Ala Moana. Oh, I see you

know the town.

Lived here half my life.

You're getting a little hefty, Danny. I see I'm going to have to whip you into

shape.

That him?

He doesn't look too much like his picture.

Picture taken years ago. Guy's bound to have changed some.

We can't get near him now. He's got people with him.

We'll follow him. See where he checks in.

A downtown Honolulu's over here, and Waikiki's just beyond. It's so clear,

the air.

Here we go.

Oh, come on up front with us, Mr.

Miller. There's plenty of room.

Many interesting things to see.

Thank you again. My pleasure.

And it's been a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Williams.

Oh, don't make it sound so final. I'm at the Rainbow Towers. Why don't you drop

in sometime and introduce me to one of those delicious tropical drinks you told

me about?

Oh, I'd like that very much. Goodbye.

Aloha.

Aunt Clara, you're a flirt.

Old habits die hard.

Ha ha ha.

Yeah, this is fine.

There you are.

Mr. Miller?

Yes? Pacific Federal Bank.

I believe you sent us a letter stating your intention to reopen a dormant

account. That's right.

May we? Well, I've only just arrived. Can't you wait? This won't take long.

No, Mr. Miller. We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

You were born in what year?

1900. Your mother's maiden name?

Henrietta Carroll.

You lived in Hawaii during what years?

1924 to 1960.

Obviously, we have the right party. Your reason for leaving Hawaii after 1960?

That's not the bank's business.

When I'm settled, I'll appoint a lawyer. You can deal with him. And now, if you

don't mind... We do mind.

You're coming with us, Miller.

I see.

Just let me get my coat.

Rainbow Towers.

Hurry, please.

Yes. Oh, Mr. Miller.

How nice to hear from you. Your nephew, the detective.

Get him quickly.

Two men.

I think they're going to kill me.

Why, Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller.

Oh,

operator.

Operator, get me Hawaii 5.

This much we know. Each area chief is on the council reporting directly to Kwan.

Now, we hit them all simultaneously.

No possibility of a warning, no chance for them to hide the books or the

equipment. What about the warrants?

Manico's drawing them up now.

Jenny, I asked you to hold the calls.

Steve, an emergency call for Danny.

That was for you.

Williams. Oh, Danny, thank goodness I caught you. Aye.

Aunt Clara, I'm in a very important meeting now.

No, listen.

Danny, Mr. Miller's in trouble.

Terrible trouble.

We've got to help him.

All right, calm down and tell me what happened.

Mr.

Miller just phoned me and said the two men were going to kill him. And then the

phone went dead.

All right, I'll have it checked out.

Yes, I promise.

Give me a pass-through to Duke, please.

Duke, could you check out a murder threat at the Mackay Lagoon Hotel?

A fella named Miller checked in around 9.30 this morning.

Good.

What was that all about?

Don't ask.

Okay.

We hit at 10.42 a.m.

Yes, what is it? Mr. Miller? That's right.

Hawaii Five-0.

We have a report of some trouble here. No trouble that I know about.

Did you call Mrs.

Clara Williams at the Rainbow Towers?

Yes, indeed. About half an hour ago.

Did you tell her that someone was trying to kill you?

Kill me?

Where would she get that idea?

Oh, wait a minute. I know. Come in.

When I called Mrs. Williams, some workmen were removing the door to the

bedroom. It needed repair.

They were making such a racket, I could hardly hear. I think I said the noise

was killing me or some such thing.

I see.

Thank you. That's quite all right.

Telephone for Mrs. Clara Williams.

Mrs. Clara Williams, telephone, please.

This is Mrs. Williams.

Aunt Clara, it's me.

We checked out your Mr. Miller, and he's just fine.

But he can't be, Danny.

He told me those men were threatening to kill him.

I sent someone over there, and you must have misunderstood because Mr. Miller is

perfectly all right.

No, he's not all right, Danny. Listen to me, Danny. I want you to send one of

your men over there, or better still, go yourself. Steve wants us. And if you

like, I'll meet you there, and we could... Aunt Clara, I've got to go into

an important meeting now. I'm going to pick you up at 6 o'clock sharp for

dinner, right? No, Danny.

Uh, bye now.

Yes? Oh, I'm looking for Mr. Miller.

I'm Miller.

Oh, I'm very happy to meet you, Mr. Miller.

I'm Gladys Foster, Hawaiian Senior Citizens Council. We welcome you to our

magic islands and hope you will enjoy the many facilities available to our

senior citizens.

Thank you, but I'm really not... Discounts to all movie theaters and

public transportation.

and the very finest medical clinics, and oh, most important of all, our senior

citizen's magazine, for which I am privileged to write a column, which I

call New Wrinkles for the Old.

You can have a trial subscription. I'm really not interested. Sorry.

Who was that?

Some old dame selling a magazine.

What magazine?

Called Wrinkle or something like that.

Wrinkle?

Whoever she was, she's gone now.

Let's finish packing. You're taking a trip. A trip? Where?

Mr. Miller, upon returning to Hawaii after a 15-year absence, found it

different from his memories and not to his liking.

Whereupon, he checked out of his hotel suite and returned to the mainland.

All warrants signed and ready to go. HPD units standing by.

And still we can't make a move because of one man.

One man who somehow slipped on nets. Now, what happened, gentlemen? Somebody

blew it.

I wonder one way to figure it, Steve.

Quan was hit by another mob.

Any talk on the street to that effect?

There's rumors.

I think we can pin down.

I've asked the photo lab to send us mug shots of any unidentified bodies found

within the last 24 hours. Good. I'm glad somebody's thinking.

Come in.

It's Mrs. Williams to see Danny. I told her you were in conference.

Sorry, Steve.

Uh, Johnny, uh... Tell my aunt to make herself comfortable, and I'll be with

her a few minutes.

I can't be comfortable, Danny. How can I be comfortable when I know that

something awful has happened to that nice Mr. Miller?

His name is Edgar.

He's a retired businessman.

He had to give up work because of bad health. He's much better, though, now,

though his hand still shakes a little.

He plays backgammon.

Aunt Clara, this is Steve McGarrett. How do you do?

Chin Ho Kelly, Duke Lukella.

How do you do?

I know you could all help me. Oh, yes, you could, if you would only try to find

Mr. Miller.

I'm so afraid.

Mrs. Williams, I've been assured that Mr. Miller is fine.

Now, Officer Lukella went to his hotel immediately after you called.

The gentleman is perfectly well and in no need of assistance.

But that wasn't Mr.

Miller. It was someone taking his... Please, listen to me.

I know you're very upset. It's very understandable.

But we'll have a nice dinner and then... Ben, don't treat me like a child.

When this photograph came in this morning, Dano made the identification.

I guess I owe you an apology, Mrs. Williams.

And I wanted to make it personally.

Oh.

He was such a fine man. He had so much ahead of him.

He had been in Hawaii before, you know.

I was sure that something was wrong when that other man came to the door.

You mean the fake, Mr. Miller.

Yes, Mr. McGarrett.

That was fast thinking, that magazine sales pitch.

Oh, improvisation is second nature to me. I was an actress, you know.

No, I didn't know that.

Oh, someday I will tell you about my years on the stage with David.

David who?

Velasco. Oh.

1920 to 1926.

My head of Gabler was something to remember.

I'm sure it was.

I'll have one of my men drive you to the hotel. Oh, that's very kind.

Mr. McGarrett, I know how very busy you are, but I really cared about

that man.

I understand.

My personal attention guaranteed.

Okay, let's go.

This is Mr. Miller's room, 2504.

The suite's sealed off and dusted for prints, wall-to-wall, everything.

As I told you, he checked out yesterday, about 12.15.

After being here for less than three hours.

That's nothing we can control, Mr. Williams.

Fresh paint.

Been making repairs?

Oh, I have no record of that.

I'll check it out with our maintenance department.

Where was Miller from?

Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Did he make any telephone calls from here?

Two calls.

One to 555-4956 at 10.04 a.m.

Well, that's the rainbow towel. It was your Aunt Clara.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Prescription.

It's one for Che.

You said two calls?

One to 555-3770 at 11.15 a.m.

Boy, that time would be the fake Miller.

I'll check it out.

Good morning, Mr. Haven.

Good morning, Miss Crenshaw.

Meet Mr. McGarrett and Mr. Williams of Hawaii Five-0.

It's a pleasure, sir. Glad to see you.

How do you do? Pleasure. You do.

They're here for some mysterious reason which they have not yet divulged.

The Forsyth murder, Pearl City.

Are you on that case?

Don't be a nitty, Harold.

The trailer camp owner was arrested for that.

and released 24 hours later, I say the Army barber did it. Nonsense.

He was alibied by a dozen soldiers getting their haircuts.

All I know is what I read in the papers.

Folks, folks, please.

Perhaps Mr. McGarrett would like to give us his theory of the case.

Well, as a matter of fact, Forsyth wasn't murdered at all. He faked his own

death as a cover so that he could abscond with his company's funds.

But thanks for your theories anyway. We always appreciate a cooperative public.

Anytime we can help 5-0, we're always glad to do it. Just call on us.

Bright, productive, full of life.

That's how our people are.

Never a dull moment here.

And all in an atmosphere of perfect safety.

To these senior citizens, we are the ideal home. Is that why Mr. Miller

called?

Miller? Edgar P. He called you yesterday morning.

I remember no such call.

Here it is.

The call was placed at 11.15 a.m. Somebody here must have taken it.

Oh, yes, there was a message from a Mr. Miller with my answering service.

He left a number, but when I returned his call, I was told he'd checked out of

the hotel.

The answer to your question, gentlemen?

Maybe, maybe not.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Hayden.

Anytime, gentlemen.

Anytime.

Yes? This is Triad Electric.

The repair job you wanted recently?

We'll have to pass it by.

The wires seem too hot to handle.

Report from Minneapolis Police.

Edgar P. Miller arrived from Honolulu in 1960.

Lived with son Robert L., unmarried, at 42 Brendan Street.

In 1966, Miller entered VA hospital.

Three months later, son died in auto accident.

VA hospital record. Miller, Edgar P., admitted in 1966 with illness diagnosed

as Parkinson's disease.

Deterioration rapid.

Patient unable to function until introduction of new medication in the

early 1970s. Response to medication dramatic.

Most symptoms relieved or in total remission by date of discharge in 1975.

That ties in with this bottle of pills you found in his room. It's a drug

called levodopa, a fairly new discovery used in the treatment of Parkinson's

disease.

I still don't get it.

We've got a man who's been gone from Hawaii for years, and he's been

completely disabled for a goodly portion of that time.

Now, he recovers, he comes back to Hawaii, and he gets hit.

He gets hit the first day he's here. Why?

It could be a lot of things, Steve.

Revenge, extortion attempt, even robbery.

Yeah. He'd be a target for a money hustle.

Two-room suite in a luxury hotel. That's not a poor man.

Well, let's find out how much he was worth. Duke,

run a check on all banks, stockbrokers, real estate records, both in Honolulu

and Minneapolis.

Let's find out what his assets were.

On it.

We got one more lead, too.

Yeah, phony Miller. Where do we find him?

Well, remember, two people saw him. Your aunt and Duke. So get them down to I.D.

Let's work up a composite.

Get out a wanted poster as soon as possible.

Right.

The eyes are wrong.

Nothing like that at all.

Looked fine to me.

That's because you're not trained in expressing emotion.

The size and shape are right, but there was a meaner look.

Joe, uh...

Try 28.

They'll be meaner.

That's better, but the nose is wrong.

Should be longer.

Not longer, more aquiline, like William Gillette.

Who? He played in Sherlock Holmes in 1915.

It was a revival, of course. He had this great, strong, aquiline nose.

Oh, there was a performance.

How's that?

Should be longer.

More aqualine.

William. Danny, we just found a record for Miller in the Pacific Federal Bank.

Big account.

Over $100,000.

But the money's not there.

Withdrawn? No. Turned over to the unclaimed property bureau of the state

of Hawaii.

Five-O, do you have an appointment with the deputy director?

Oh, yes, gentlemen. Please go right in. Thank you.

Miss Sutherland?

Please, just Ellen.

After all, we work for the same boss, don't we?

Now then, gentlemen, what can I do for Hawaii Five-0? We understand that

according to state law, all dormant bank accounts are turned over to your office.

Your information is correct.

After seven years, the owner of a dormant bank account is considered

either legally missing or dead.

The funds are transferred to us.

And what happens then?

We make an attempt to find the individual.

We advertise in the papers every day for two weeks, notifying the owner that his

money is available.

If there's no response to the ads, the money goes into the state treasury.

But what happens if the owner turns up after that?

Well, he still gets his money, provided that he can identify himself.

He files a claim with us.

Did an Edgar Miller file such a claim?

Miller?

Yes. He filed from the mainland a few weeks before he got here.

Well, isn't that unusual?

Yes, but not unheard of.

He wanted his funds to be available by the time he reached Honolulu.

Was the money put back into his account?

Well, unfortunately, no.

As you can see, the claim was terminated.

Why was that?

Well, surely you knew that Mr. Miller died.

Yes, we knew, but how did you?

We try to be unemotional about these cases, but when I read this... Well...

Thank you, Miss Sutherland, for the information. It's just what we needed.

I'm glad I could help.

You see what I saw?

Newspaper data today.

Claimed terminated yesterday.

Interesting, huh? Yeah, we better keep an eye on that lady.

I just had visitors.

Same as mine?

They asked questions about Miller.

Anything you couldn't answer?

No.

Then why the frantic call?

After they left, more policemen came.

They posted this in all the offices.

Is this what you're worried about?

You're right I'm worried.

If they find him, he can lead them to us.

My dear Ellen, if they won't find him, I've taken all precautions.

You will not be back.

Got it.

Officer Luchilla, 0850.

You say you've seen this man?

Yes, I sold him a ticket yesterday.

He left for Los Angeles, 4 p.m.

His name is Wellborn, Harley Wellborn.

Is there anything else you can tell us about him? Any remarks he made?

He said he was sorry to be leaving the islands. He's always been happy there.

He won't be if we find him.

Thank you.

So, we have a link between Haven and Ellen Sutherland.

A link that somehow involves the murder of Edgar Miller and his being replaced

by a substitute. For what reason?

Okay, gentlemen, how about some theories?

I've got one, Steve. Go.

Ellen waits for a juicy, unclaimed bank account to surface, one that's worth

going after.

And she notifies Haven.

He finds an old woman or an old man at his rest home who's willing to play

along with the racket.

You mean the fake Mr. Miller?

Right.

They coached him, maybe even gave him forged papers.

And they sent him to the Bureau of Unclaimed Property, posing as Miller, to

file a claim.

And Ellen verifies him as the rightful owner of the account.

Well, at least that's what they plan to do.

But the real Miller writes a letter to the bank down here saying that he's on

his way to claim his money. The bank sent the letter to Ellen. She called

Haven.

And that really must have shook him up.

So they plan to hit Miller.

on his arrival, but they have no way of predicting that he would get to know

your aunt on the plane and that she would be able to identify him later on,

huh? Or that she'd spot the phony Miller.

Yeah. So a sweet little racket goes sour. But how many times has it worked

before? I did some checking, Steve.

In the past six months, ten dormant accounts were turned over to people

claiming to be their rightful owner.

Ellen Sutherland had to approve all of those.

The sum total of the bank accounts was $1,742,000.

Did I say a little racket?

Okay, gentlemen, I asked for a theory. Now all we have to do is prove it.

Jenny, get me Cooper at Pacific Federal, please.

Yes.

Yes, of course I will. Put him on.

Aloha, Steve.

Aloha, Frank.

How's your game?

No, I'm still working on that slice. I'll see you in the same sand trap next

Saturday.

I have a favor to ask, Frank.

What can I do, Steve?

Create a what?

Yeah, a fake bank account in the name of, well, let's say, Esther Bracken.

I need all the documents to go with it.

Good morning, Ann.

Good morning, Ellen.

Is the mail here yet?

It's on your desk.

Thank you.

Yes?

Insert our usual public notice in the papers for the proper period.

The name of the unclaimed property owner, Mrs. Esther Bracken.

They bought it.

They bought it? This morning's paper.

Be it known to Esther Brackett and all legal heirs and assigns that dormant

funds in her name have been transferred to the unclaimed property bureau from

the Pacific Federal Bank.

Funds may be reclaimed by filing petition for reimbursement with proper

legal identification.

Is your operative ready? Ready. Go.

I think it's a beautiful basket, Mrs. Crenshaw.

Never mind what Mrs. Fisher says.

I'm so glad you liked it. I made it especially for you.

Oh, really?

I'm sure I'll find a thousand uses for it.

Mr. Haven, telephone for you. All right.

Thanks very much. It's really something.

I told you. I told you he'd like it.

I made it for him, and now he's happy.

He's such a nice man, that Mr. Haven.

Golden Years Retirement Home.

Mr. Haven speaking.

Look, what's going on? I've been waiting for your call for three days.

It takes time to find the right person.

You should know that by now.

We can't afford time, not with over $200,000 involved.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Pull somebody out of thin air?

Do you realize the specifications you gave me? Just to be crippled, among

other things.

You've always found the right person before. You'll do it now. But hurry.

That's easy for you to say. You don't have to... Helen?

Helen!

The courtesy bus is here with the new arrivals.

Thank you, Paul.

Go with this gentleman and he'll help you.

Oh, careful.

Welcome to the gold.

A pleasure to greet you.

Welcome to our home.

May these be your happiest years.

I'm sure they will be. I've heard such wonderful things about your place.

Forty-three points.

Now what do I owe you?

One dollar and thirteen cents.

You look right at home, Mrs. Tepper. Oh, I am at home, Mr. Haven.

I feel as if I've been here four years instead of four days.

I don't remember when I've had such peace of mind.

That's what we like to hear. That's what we do hear more often than not.

It's only...

Oh, well, why should I worry you with my troubles?

Please tell me, Mrs. Tepper. That's what I'm here for.

It's just that... Well, if only I could stay.

You mind if I sit down?

No, of course not.

Now, why shouldn't you stay?

As long as my children continue to send the money, everything's all right. You

know, don't need to worry, but...

They've had their birthdays.

Yes, we hear that all too often.

People like you who have worked and sacrificed all your lives, now suddenly

dependent on the charity of children.

That isn't right.

That's why I've tried to make this home entirely self-supporting.

How on earth do you do that?

Oh, we have a number of fundraising projects.

Perhaps you'd like to help me with one.

I would indeed.

It's almost lunchtime. Why don't you send your nurse to the dining room while

we talk?

Run along, Luana. Are you sure you'll be all right?

Of course. Run along.

Now, Mr. Haven.

I should warn you, what I'm going to suggest may sound just a bit naughty.

Oh, Mr.

Haven.

That may... Makes it all the more interesting.

It's a matter of picking up some money. Money that isn't any good to anyone just

now. But in my hands, it could help every one of the people you see around

you. I wouldn't get into any trouble, would I?

Would I do anything to get you into trouble, Mrs. Tapper?

It isn't that I'd mind the risk.

That might be rather fun.

As long as there's something in it for me.

You are a woman after my own heart.

Suppose we go into my office and we'll have a nice long chat.

Arrest and contact to Y-5-0, Ulani Palace.

Make three copies for Chief Keala, please.

McGarrett. Steve. Danny.

Haven just made his move.

Recorded? Every word.

Loud and clear.

How is Aunt Clara holding up?

A regular Sarah Bernhardt. Good work, Dano. Stay with it.

Next step, the Hawaiian connection.

Hello.

I'm Esther Bracken. And isn't it a lovely day?

We don't have many bad ones, Mrs. Bracken.

You've brought the papers?

Yes, yes.

Oh, yes, oh, yes. All signed and notarized just as you wanted them. I am

so glad that you advertised my dormant account.

Otherwise, I never would have dreamed that it could be closed out.

I was living in Pasadena with my daughter, Emily, and her husband, who's

not very nice.

And my friend, Eleanor Chang, from Honolulu here, sent me a clipping from

the star. That's how I realized... Oh, dear.

Wouldn't it have been terrible if I... That was money that I had put aside for

my grandchildren. I know, Mrs.

Bracken. Would you like the money transferred to your bank, or would you

prefer a check?

I'll take the check.

Steve? Yeah, Donald, go ahead.

She's leaving the building now.

There's a state treasury check in her handbag on her way back to the home.

Okay, remember we move only when she hands the check over to Haven, not

before. Duke, get that. Jenny, you there?

Yeah, Steve.

Get a backup, pick up Ellen Southern, and book her for fraud and murder one.

Okay.

Ah, this is it. I couldn't stand being away from this place for more than a

week.

Golden years were time and home.

Everything go all right?

That's what you expected, isn't it? Yes, yes, of course, of course. Come in. Let

me help you, Nurse. Thank you.

Here we are.

Would you mind staying out here, Nurse? We have something private to talk about.

And please shut the door.

Thank you.

Here we are.

Yes, the check.

I don't know, Mr. Haven.

You don't know?

What do you mean you don't know?

This check belongs to Esther Bracken wherever she is.

Is it right what we're doing?

Of course it's right. For God's sakes, Aunt Clara.

Give the money and get out of there.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

So what do I do now?

Just sign it to me.

Sinister Bracken, of course.

That's...

E...

No, I'm going to have to have that sample signature because I practiced all

night. I'm so afraid I'm a little rusty.

Right here.

I can't do this without my glasses.

She's playing games. Why doesn't she just get it over with?

Mr. B-R-A-C-K-E-N.

Thank you.

Is it all right?

Just fine, Mrs. Stepper, just fine.

You got the money, Steve?

McGarrett to all units, stand by to move in.

Dunno, let me know when she's out of the cottage.

Right. I am so relieved.

You have no idea what a strain this has been.

Please, I should like to go to my cottage now. Oh, of course. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You have a nice rest, Mrs. Tepper.

And thanks very much for all you've done for Golden Years.

You haven't any idea.

What a pleasure it's been, Mr. Haven.

Come on, Lewin.

She's on her way to her apartment alone.

McGarrett to HPD and all 5-0 units. Move in. Move in. Silent approach.

What are you doing here? Who's that woman in the wheelchair?

A guest.

One of our people. That's the woman who came to Miller's hotel room and tried to

sell me some phony magazine. Remember?

She's no cripple.

You'll get it

Oh, good work, Sergeant. Good work.

Nothing to it, Mr. McGarrett. Nobody argues with a 38th police special.

All right, gentlemen, book them. Accessory to murder.

Clara, you all right?

Of course.

Oh, dear me, dear me.

Either of you gentlemen care for a nip?

No, thank you.

Very good for settling the nerves.

Aunt Clara, don't you think you'd better get some rest?

You know, I think you're right.

It's been quite a day.

Sorry to put you through all this, but thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

Mr. McGarrett?

Yeah. What's our next case?

Good day, Mrs. Williams.