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supermarket and office and others each one bigger than the one before but

there's no common thread tell me what you want me to do i want you to sweat i

need some answers i need them fast i am the victim not the criminal you're a

nice man he oh it's ancient history no one cares i

care

Bye, Joe.

Where were you when it happened?

Over there. I was on my way from Pier 19.

You see anybody hanging around here before it happened?

Only Joe Duckey. But I seen him here before.

He usually takes a coffee break at the boys on the night.

Okay. Thank you very much.

What do we got? Looks like the other bombing, Steve.

Yeah, only this one's bigger, more destructive.

Third bombing in two weeks. I just came from the governor's office. He's

worried. Worried about a flare-up of terrorist activity.

Apparently no one saw anything.

The receiving clerk, luckily, was out on a coffee break.

Instead, they took a man to the hospital?

Yeah, he was in an office overlooking the pier.

Was he the only casualty? Yeah.

Well, maybe he saw something.

Chen, get over to the Queen's Hospital.

When the medics are finished with the victim, see if you can get a statement.

Steve. Yeah.

Undercover boys will have a report on terrorist groups for you when you get

back to the office. Good, good.

I think we're dealing with a bunch of maniacs here, Denner.

Yolani, what have you got?

Finally, we got a break. The bomber left us a sample.

What is it?

No idea until I get it back to the lab.

You've got a character flaw, you know.

Tell me about it.

You make wild, unsubstantiated guesses based on fragmentary evidence.

All the time.

Dino.

Supermarket and office and others.

Each one bigger than the one before.

But there's no common thread.

We came up with one thing, Steve. What's that?

All three enterprises are owned by Yujiro Muramoto.

Well, we got a place to start, then. Okay, run a check in Muramoto.

Business. Personal life, enemies, friends.

Oh, and find out what his current financial standing is, too.

If Muramori is the target, I want to know why.

Oh, check on the extent of the damage and how long this will affect our import

operation.

Oh, the man who was injured, stop by the hospital and let me know how he is.

I'm sorry, Nancy.

With all this excitement?

Daddy, we can put it off. You know, I'm sure you must have more important things

on your mind. Oh, you have a deadline.

Now, what do you want me?

Inside of the seat of power or out here where the light is better?

I think out here's fine, okay?

So why don't you come over here?

Yeah, it's right there.

Nothing.

What does that mean?

Well, I'm...

Still getting the corporate Mr. Muramoto.

Corporate Mr. Muramoto?

You know, the guy who looks back at you from the end of the boardroom table.

A cold executive type that can make or break you. I get the message, Nancy.

Now, what do you want?

Sit down. Right there.

Uh-huh.

Relax.

Relax. Talk to me.

Did you get the assignment to cover the Makilo wedding?

Yeah.

That's the lovely father I know and adore.

You really keep teaching?

As long as I have the prime.

Okay, now look over here a little more.

There, that's one for the cover.

Yuhio.

Yuhio, I'm sorry. I didn't know Nancy was still here.

Well, with all the excitement, it took a little longer.

And I was too corporate for her.

There's a call.

Okay, session's over.

What's the matter? Is that your fiancee on long distance?

No, no, no. Just business.

Which line?

Two.

Muramoto. You can't stop me.

Nobody can stop me.

Who are you?

You want money?

You know, sometimes.

The dead don't die. Tell me what you want me to do.

Do?

Nothing, nothing.

I want you to sweat.

First, I want you to sweat.

Go to the police.

Tell them about the calls.

Alicia, you know I can't do that.

Here's a report on local terrorist groups.

But there have been no calls to newspapers, television, or radio

stations after the bombings.

So no one's claiming the glory or taking the credit, huh?

Looks like it.

Okay, Duke, thank you.

See you. See you, Donald.

Complete Muramoto.

He arrived on the islands in 1950.

He was 29 and poor, but he had relatives here. They're all dead now.

Married a Japanese woman in 1951. Their only daughter, Nancy, was born in 1952.

Yes, he teaches photography at an adult education center.

Morimoto's wife died last year.

Died? Natural causes?

Yeah, after a long illness.

How'd he make his money now?

Apparently by hard work.

Started in a cannery. Now owns. Became manager two years later. Invested

wisely. On the surface, it all looks legit.

Friends?

Morimoto's a member of the Chamber of Commerce.

Socializes with the best families.

Pillar of the community, huh?

What about prior to 1950?

Anything from the old country?

Blank.

Enemies? Couldn't find any, Steve.

Well, he's got one.

Somewhere down there, that's for sure.

I think it's time I had a little chat with Mr. Bonamato.

This is the first time I have ever met with a police officer.

Well, that's commendable.

No, I don't even get a parking ticket.

I believe...

It is the obligation of every citizen to uphold the law.

Well, even the best of men make mistakes once in a while, Mr. Morimoto.

What are you implying? Mr. Morimoto.

Yes. The construction men are here to discuss plans.

I'll meet with them very shortly, Alicia.

Mr. McGirt may be leaving sooner than expected.

What makes you think I was implying something?

You, a police officer, should not mock my honesty.

Mock your honesty? That's a bit self-righteous, isn't it, Mr. Muramoto?

It was not my intention to cast aspersions, but three of your properties

have been bombed.

Human beings have been hurt.

The work of a radical group.

It's my experience that radicals usually bomb to extort money for other purposes

or for publicity. Now, has anyone claimed responsibility for this? No.

Has anyone tried to get money?

No.

Then I have to assume the bombings are a personal attack against you.

Personal attack?

That's right.

Have you had any problems with an employee?

Someone you've fired, perhaps?

Mr. McGarrett, I am known as an enlightened employer.

Now, most of the people who work for me have been with me for many years.

Like Alicia, 12 years.

No, I can think of no enemies.

What about the time before you came to the island?

A lifetime ago.

I was a poor man.

Poor men do not make such enemies.

Did you serve in the war?

Yes.

A time I would like to forget.

Stationed on an island I can't remember the name of.

Only dirty place, Mr. McGarrett.

Maybe that's why success is so important to me now.

You've had no problems with the law.

No serious labor or business problems.

And apparently no personal problems.

Yet three of your properties have been bombed.

And you have no idea who might be doing it.

Good day, Mr. McGarrett. Good day, sir.

Okay, class.

Now, before our photo trip tomorrow, I want to talk to you about depth of

focus.

I mean, we got to lug a camera that size around?

No, not unless you want to.

Okay,

I'm going to show you how to focus selectively by changing your f-stop.

So we'll turn on a flood.

And now, if my handsome model will just watch the birdie.

Okay.

I'm glad you could stay for lunch.

Unexpected pleasure, Mr. Sakata.

The governor said I may be of some help to you, but he didn't elaborate yet.

Thank you.

Did you know Yujiro Morimoto?

Oh, the bombings.

We're trying to find a motive for them.

I know Yujiro quite well. He'll play tennis often.

A very competitive man.

He's a hard one to beat.

I've talked to him. However...

Sometimes a man is not aware of his enemies.

You think the bombings are a personal attack?

Yes, I do.

I can't believe that. He's well-liked.

You know he did the impossible?

Climbed from the bottom to the top without hurting anyone?

Why is it that I get the impression we're dealing with a saint here?

Perhaps it's your line of work, Mr. McGarrett.

You deal with so many sinners.

Touché.

We have no information on your friend prior to 1950 when he moved here.

Mr. McGarrett, Yuhio is now a United States citizen.

I really have no business looking into his private life.

Let me explain something.

I'm not prying.

I'm a police officer.

I'm only interested in his private life in order to try to save innocent lives.

Now, each bombing has been bigger than the previous one.

Last time, a clerk was hurt.

Next time, someone might be killed.

But I have a responsibility to my people.

It's to no one's advantage to open ancient wounds.

Oh, we're in complete agreement on that subject.

Besides, I may not be able to find anything.

When Tokyo was firebombed during the Second World War, tons of records were

destroyed. I'm sure that some records still exist. I'm asking you to help me,

to use your good offices to try to prevent murder.

You really think you'll come to that? Yes, I do.

Then I have no choice.

I'll try.

Okay, come on, you guys. Out!

This is great!

Hi, you guys.

This is a perfect spot, because you've got everything from skyscrapers to...

You've got pretty flowers and everything. Come on.

This will be great.

Okay, today, remember, we're going to practice the different shutter speeds

and different f-stops.

Okay, so who can tell me what f-stop?

Something to do with the light?

Yeah, okay.

Maybe Bill can do it for us.

Bill?

Okay, well, just go ahead and start on this flower.

It's working, Uncle Charles.

Just like you said it would. Psych them out. Scare the hell out of them.

Make them suffer a little.

Then move in for the kill.

Oh, you want to know something funny?

This time he offered me money.

You beat that?

Money?

I really wish you could have been there, Charles.

You would have been proud of you, Willie.

Bill?

Over here.

Oh, I've been looking all over for you. We're all waiting at the bus.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, it's all right.

Matter of fact, I'm kind of glad you're here.

Charles Mitchell.

Was he a relative of yours?

No, not really.

Although we were pretty close.

Uncle Charles, I called him.

Sometimes I felt like he was my old man.

Well, he was young.

Only 58.

Yeah, on his next birthday.

Day after tomorrow.

Why didn't you ever mention it to me?

Nancy, uh, look, we've only known each other, what, a couple weeks?

And we get along pretty good.

I didn't want to lay this kind of heavy stuff on you.

Bill, I really like you, and I want to share with you.

You mean that, don't you?

Yes, I mean that.

A World War II hand grenade?

From the size of the blast, I'd say there were at least three of them,

fragmentation type.

Are you sure these grenades were 30 years old?

Well, the casings were 33 years old. Now, we checked with Army CID, and they

had enough fragments to put together a pattern and trace it.

But fragmentation grenades haven't changed that much since World War II.

No, they had a record.

They were part of a batch of munitions stolen from an Army warehouse near San

Francisco. I see.

What was the explosive?

Flaked TNT.

But could flaked TNT be effective after 33 years?

Well, not likely, but these casings were refilled. The new explosive was less

than a year old.

World War II hand grenades refilled to lessen the chance of a dive boy.

Someone went to a lot of trouble to make a point, didn't they?

Thank you, Eleni.

Who is it?

Mrs. Allen.

Uh, just a minute, all right?

Uh... Yeah? I brought your rent receipt, Willie.

Thank you.

Oh.

This is a new one, Willie.

Who is it?

That's my father.

You favor him.

Well, Charles, we're sure not about the war.

And you haven't changed a thing.

Charles Mitchell is no crazy.

He was a hero.

Hey, don't get sore.

I know you and him was close.

Hey, didn't I let you take over his lease?

Why, I could have rented this place for 20 a month more.

I just don't like it when people run him down.

Oh, sure, I understand.

Hey, listen, him and I weren't exactly strangers.

But, uh...

He didn't like to be tied down to one woman.

He liked a little variety.

You know what I mean.

Charles Mitchell was a celebrity.

And women just follow celebrities around.

Did he ever tell you that he testified the Tokyo war crimes trial?

Oh, honey.

That was before I was born, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yeah, but I know he had his name in the paper when he was doing a story on World

War II.

Oh.

You packing?

I thought you was gonna stay on. No, no, I'm just, uh, packing up some of

Charles' things, you know, to keep him safe. You had me worried.

I kind of like you.

Thanks. If there's nothing else, I gotta split.

Oh, I thought you made your own hours driving that taxi.

Gotta run an errand.

Is there a reason I ain't getting through to you, Willie?

No.

No, this belonged to a friend of Charles'. Oh.

Well, I'll catch you.

some of the time

Yeah.

Isn't that Boyd, the reporter?

Yeah. What does he want?

Says he's got something for you, Steve.

Anything?

Oh, Mr. Sakata, try, but the only thing that the Japanese government has on

Muramoto is a birth certificate and a record of his wife's death.

No work record, no military record.

Under Dan, huh?

Yeah, I think that grenade seems to be our best move on him. Did Chin get on

that noon flight to San Francisco?

Yeah, he called. San Francisco PD will give us complete cooperation.

Mr. Boyd?

Garrett, how's it?

And what has Honolulu's leading investigative reporter got to contribute

today? I forgot to mention the Outer Islands, too.

What would you like beside all of Fivo's confidential reports, Boyd?

I want to know if you got any further with the consul than I did.

What does that mean? The same case we're both working on. The Muramoto bombings.

I didn't think that was your kind of story. I thought you specialized in

politics and scandals.

Something I think you ought to read.

Anonymous. I usually throw them in the wastebasket.

Muramoto is not telling all.

He's afraid his war record will be exposed.

Dig for the story. It's page one.

What are you doing about it?

Nothing until I can confirm it. Mind if I keep this?

Not at all.

Dano, get a list of all of Muramuro's properties.

Tell them to put on extra guards if necessary.

May I give you a lift somewhere?

Yeah, thanks.

You planning on fighting World War II all over again? Only if it's page one.

The war's been over for 30 years, boy. Let's leave it for the history books.

Wonderful news.

What?

My bride-to-be will be arriving from Japan in a month. Oh, good.

And you, my talented daughter, you'll have something more interesting to

photograph than that cannery.

Oh, Daddy, come on. I need your permission to photograph the cannery.

See, if I can show pictures of a factory in action, I'd be cinched for a big

commercial assignment.

On one condition.

That I photograph you and Sumiko at your engagement party?

Yeah. Here's a toast.

To old world purity and December-May romance.

Those are not the reasons I'm marrying Sumiko.

They're very good reasons.

Why can't a man my age just be allowed the dignity of falling in love?

I'll get it. Henry can answer it.

He's answering the phone.

Daddy, I'm happy for you.

Well, I'm glad you could join us for a drink.

As I said, nice things about you.

Well, I've been waiting to meet you for a long time, Mr. Muramoto.

Telephone, Mr. Muramoto.

I'll take it here.

Muramoto?

I'll be right there.

Daddy?

There was an explosion at the cannery. A man was killed.

Anything for me, McGarrett?

Officer, keep this man back of the line till we're finished.

There goes a beautiful relay.

General, what caused the explosion?

General Dallas thinks it was a landmine set up by a timer plus dynamite. Last

time it was a hand grenade, now it's a landmine.

Is Morimoto here yet? Just got here, Steve.

He's got some people with him. Thank you.

Mr. McGarrett, you met my secretary Alicia?

This is my daughter Nancy and her friend Bill Barker. Mr. McGarrett, how do you

do? May I speak to you alone, Mr. Morimoto? Sure.

Daddy, Bill will take me home now. All right. I'll wait for you here. Excuse

us.

Mr. Morimoto, now a man has been killed and several injured.

I need some answers, and I need them fast.

I don't understand you, Mr. McGarrett.

I am the victim, not the criminal.

And yet you seem to be accusing.

Last time you thought I was implying something. Now you think I'm accusing.

What I really think is that you're withholding some vital information.

I assure you I am not.

Your dock office was bombed with a hand grenade. Now this place goes up with a

landmine, both of World War II vintage.

Well, is that supposed to be significant? You don't think it is?

I don't know.

Well, I think that this attack on you was caused by something that happened in

World War II.

Now, what was it? Level with me. I can't believe that. Look, the war has been

over for more than 30 years.

You'll have to find your information elsewhere. While other people die?

Sorry, I can't help you.

Has anyone tried to contact you, Mr. Muramoto?

No.

Because I... I must look after the people who are injured and make sure

that they're well taken care of.

Hey, listen, don't worry.

Everything's going to be okay.

I didn't even turn the meter on. You just got a free ride.

Oh, thanks.

For what?

For trying to cheer me up.

It's just that I'm worried about Daddy, that's all.

You shouldn't.

I can't help it.

You know, all those years my mother was sick, he found time to be with me.

And he ran a demanding business.

At night, he was never too tired to help me with my homework.

Comfort me when a romance went sour.

Why would anyone want to hurt a man like that?

That man who was talking to your father, now, wasn't that McGarrett of 5-0?

I think so.

Well, now, he's a hot shot. He'll take care of it. Don't worry about it. But

each of the bombings has gotten bigger.

Well, maybe the bombings are all over.

Why would they stop now?

I don't know.

You've got to think about something else.

Your career, for instance.

Like, where are you going to take good pictures now that your father's cannery

is just a little bit battered? Oh, I forgot all about that assignment.

Look, I found out that a friend of mine is a foreman at a new cannery over on

the windward side.

Got the best equipment in the island.

You think you can arrange it?

That's a little bit better. See, there's other things to think about.

We can drive over there tomorrow.

I'm sure I can arrange for you to... Take pictures.

Thanks, Bill.

You're a nice man.

No, he is not here. I've already told you, he does not come in until 9 o

'clock.

He's already called twice this morning.

Well, the cannery will be shut down for one week. I want everybody on full

salary. You hear? Wait.

A messenger brought a package.

I was afraid. I wanted to call the police. No police.

What if it's a... A bomb?

No.

No, that's not his style.

Hello.

It's him.

You killed a man.

Yeah, well, I hope you're ready, Muramoto.

Because the last battle is about to begin.

Wait.

Tell me what you want.

You.

I don't understand.

All right, I want you to take my little present to 5-0.

And then I want you to tell McGarrett to call a press conference.

And then I want you to tell them everything.

Everything and now.

McGarrett.

Please, call McGarrett and do what he says.

You hear, it's ancient history.

No one cares.

I care.

Come on, McGarrett. Hand grenades, a landmine, the anonymous letter.

It has to be World War II vengeance. You must have put that together.

Speculate for me. Your own speculation.

There's a story here. I'm not in the story business. I'm in the crime-solving

business. Crime-solving with facts, not speculation.

It's Chin in San Francisco, Mr. McGarrett. I'll take in the office.

Boyd, we live in one of the most successfully integrated communities in

the country.

Are you ready to dig up old hatreds for the sake of a byline?

As you just said, McGarrett, you're in the crime-solving business. I'm in the

story business.

Yeah, Chen, what do you got?

I was with the San Francisco police last night.

We raided a warehouse with enough army ordnance to start a good-sized war.

Any tie-in to the Morimoto bombings?

I don't know.

They were big dealers, but they kept records and had one customer in

Honolulu.

What's his name, Chen?

Mitchell.

Charles Mitchell.

Good work, Chen. Good work.

What time you got?

It's about 5 after 11.

You know, I thought I knew this island.

I don't remember a cannery way out here.

Well, it'll be long then.

Are you sure you didn't miss the turnoff?

Don't worry, I know exactly where I'm going.

Just relax, would you?

put a cannery in here oh he isn't here what do you mean what is this this is a

surprise it's something i just had to show you my uncle charles bought it and

i helped him fix it up bill

Come on, let me show you over here.

Bill, what is this? Why did you bring me here?

Look, Nancy, I'm sorry.

I told you, he ain't here anymore.

He's dead.

Who lives here now?

A young friend of Mitchell's.

That's Mitchell and his friend.

What's his friend's name?

William Barker.

Daniel, come here a minute.

Don't we know this man?

Yeah.

Wasn't he with Nancy Muramoto?

At the cannery after the bombing.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Bill, where are you?

What are you going to do to me?

Yes? There was nothing on the news.

Look, I will not deal with insanity.

Don't you ever say that!

Talk.

Hello?

Nancy? Daddy!

Oh my God, what is this?

Now, you're going to do exactly what I tell you, aren't you?

Look, all right, I'll go to Hawaii Five-0 and I'll have that press

conference. No, it's too late.

No police.

I want you here alone.

You understand?

Alone or I'm going to kill your daughter.

Where? I want you to drive.

to a phone booth at the corner of luna lila home road and ipo street in coco

head wait 30 minutes and you wait there for my call now there's a phone booth at

the corner of luna little home road and ipo street at coco head all right

When did William Barker, Jr.

take over this apartment?

Day after Charles Mitchell's funeral.

It was always so close.

I said, okay.

Steve. Yeah. I checked Nancy Moore at motor school.

She and Barker left for the windward side about 9.30 this morning.

Oh, things are beginning to add up.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Steve, military records show that Charles Mitchell and William Barker, Sr.

were Japanese prisoners of war in the Philippines.

Barker, Sr. died there in 1942.

Could it be that Barker was trying to avenge his father's death?

There's still something missing.

With no records on Muramoto, how could Mitchell and Barker find out?

Take a look at this picture, Steve.

You think Mitchell could have remembered Muramoto from a 30-year-old picture?

It could be.

Gee, this picture looks like it was torn out of a book.

I survived Bataan.

Duke, take this place apart.

See if you can find a book that this might have been taken out of.

We're going to see Mr. Muramoto. Let's go down.

Your motto?

This is he.

All right.

You listen very carefully to what I'm going to tell you.

You promise you won't hurt Nancy?

She's safe, as long as you follow orders.

I'll be right there.

I'm going to give my Uncle Charlie one of the best birthday presents he ever

had. What did he ever do to you?

Your father was commander of a death camp on Baton.

He's a war criminal.

He killed hundreds of men in cold blood.

Killed my father.

I don't believe that.

You see, he... I was sick.

My lungs were weak.

And I was tied to a stake along with a lot of others.

For some minor infraction of the rules.

And the others, they managed to stay on their feet.

But I collapsed.

And then came the bayonet.

No!

Charlie Mitchell was there.

He knew.

It couldn't have been Daddy.

Charles Mitchell spent his life hunting war criminals. There's no mistake.

I gotta get ready for your father.

Bill, listen to me. You called me sergeant!

How can you hate for so long? For a lifetime?

And how can you be sure it's my father?

I'm sure.

You see, we've had a spy in the enemy camp.

Who else did Mr. Muramoto talk to on the phone?

He talked to Nancy.

Anyone else?

I think so, but I'm not sure.

Do you recall anything about that phone conversation?

Well, Mr. Muramoto mentioned a phone booth in Coco Head.

Where in Coco Head did he say?

I think the corner of Lunalilo Home Road and Ipeal Street.

Steve, it was in Barker's closet.

Very old.

Probably out of print. But read the fly leaf.

May our hunt be successful.

Alicia.

Alicia Wade.

Morimoto's secretary.

Yeah. And she could be the missing piece in our puzzle.

What kind of car is Mr. Morimoto driving?

The dark blue Lincoln Continental.

Do you know his license plate number?

I believe it was D-1803A.

Got that, too?

Put out an APB. Tell him which direction he's heading. Let's go down.

Alicia, my father's been good to you.

Why are you letting this happen?

I'm not letting it happen.

I'm making it happen.

You made Bill believe that my father's a war criminal. He is.

Years ago, he broke down and sobbed to me that the war had made him a monster.

And what are you now?

I loved him.

And he asked me to wait until he was free.

Well, I waited.

I waited ten whole years.

And he just passed me by for some child he doesn't even know. You don't

understand. Bill's gonna kill Daddy.

He's been programmed to.

No judge, no jury?

That's right.

Just like your father, just an executioner. Created by your hate. Oh,

no, it's not just my hate.

It's not my hate alone.

There are others. There's Charles Mitchell.

And there's William Barker, Jr.

William has waited his whole life to come face to face with his father's

murderer.

Try him again, Al.

Come in, Chopper 2. Come in.

This is Chopper 2.

Any sign of Muramoto's car?

I just picked up a big blue Lincoln heading north.

Can you get a fix on the license number?

D as in Denver, 1-8-0-3, A as in Apple.

That's it. Good work, chopper.

What is your present location?

Five miles north of Pearl City on Cam Highway.

He made a left turn on a small dirt road into the cane fields.

We're not far from there, Dom.

Nancy.

You drop it!

Or I'm gonna kill the both of you.

Hello, you heel.

What's that fence?

That wire fence?

Barbed wire.

Looks like that fence goes all the way around the compound.

There's some wire cutters in the trunk down there.

I just hope that you've suffered as much as my father did.

Dano, let's try those clippers, okay?

What was that?

My God, look at this.

Boxed up.

Guy's insane.

You don't want to do this.

It was her idea.

Please, don't let her make you kill again.

I need a diversion, Donald.

This is your chance, Willie.

Now's the time to do it.

Do it.

What's wrong with you?

I never should have trusted you.

Alicia, why?

I was good enough to serve you.

I was good enough to make love to.

But I was never good enough to marry.

I never led you to believe that... Yes, you did!

You did! You told me to wait until you were free to marry me!

Yes! You're wrong, Alicia.

Cuff him down Turn around

Come on

Did he hurt you

Daddy

Well done, McGarrett.

Surprised? No, I figured you'd be monitoring the police channels.

I was right, huh? World War II vengeance.

That's part of it.

But it's not the real story. No?

No. The real story is about people who can't let go of hate and what hate does

to them and others.

I wonder if anybody care about that angle. I don't know, Boyd. It's your

story. You might have a point, McGarrett.

I could caption it, When Does a War End?

When do all wars end?

When people stop hating and start loving.

You think that'll ever happen?

It better.

Oh God, it better.