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May I remind you that there has been a murder committed?

Now, you sent me a note telling me where and when it would happen. Perhaps you'd

like to consult with your lawyer. I'm sure he'll tell you that the stars do

not a defense make.

She had no right to stick her nose into my life, and neither do you. Who was

your client?

I'm afraid I can't reveal that, Agnes. It wouldn't be ethical.

Well, you better reveal it, and fast, and to the police.

He has insurmountable problems. He's a killer. What did she tell you about the

stabbings? She called the last one.

Thank you.

What about the victims? Anything in common?

Nothing apparent, Steve.

Taxi driver, cocktail waitress, retired insurance executive, and now state

senator Erwin Ramsey.

All different professions, all different walks of life.

Duke, what did you find at the lab?

Very little.

HPD hasn't turned up a weapon yet.

Ramsey was killed, like the others, with a long, rounded, narrow blade.

Ice pick?

No. The most likely candidate is a homemade knife. Some folks call it an

Arkansas toothpick.

Some toothpick.

Hello. My name is Agnes Dubois.

May I help you? Is this Mr. McGarrett's office, Hawaii 50?

Yes.

May I speak to him?

May I ask the nature of your business?

Murder.

Yes, honey.

Who?

Send her in.

Hello. I'm Agnes Dubois.

Miss Dubois, won't you sit down? Thank you.

Mr.

McGarrett, gentlemen.

I don't usually like to get involved with the police, but this case... Well,

I've been doing some research.

Well, I'm considered to be... among the top in my profession. Of course, I'm

going to be labeled strange coming here, but... Why don't you tell us what you

know?

Mr. McGarrett, how do you feel about astrology?

Well, I haven't thought about it much, but, uh, I understand many people rely

on it.

Yeah, that's what I like. A nice evasive answer.

Miss Dubois, uh...

Let's stop right here. You asked me a question, I gave you an honest answer.

So let's dispense with the personal comments, huh?

Well, you see, I've been doing some research for a new book, Astrology and

the Criminal Mind.

Well, let me show you what I've found out.

Um... You can keep those. They're duplicates.

All right.

You got in here with the magic word murder.

Would you like to tell us what you know?

I've researched the stabbings.

Those charts are the natal horoscopes for each of the victims.

You've found some astrological connection.

Mars square Uranus.

Miss Dubois, I don't know what you're talking about, so if you'll excuse us,

we have some pressing business we have to attend to.

Oh, well, at least now you're not being polite.

No, Mars square Uranus simply means that Mars was 90 degrees from Uranus at the

time of birth.

What does that have to do with the murders?

Well, if it had occurred in one or two of the charts, that could be

coincidence, but it's in all four.

Are you telling us that all of the victims were born under the same

astrological sign?

No, they weren't, and that's what's so remarkable.

Each aspect reoccurs on different days in different years, and yet it appears

in each of the victims' charts.

Then what does, uh, Mars... Square Uranus.

Square Uranus mean?

Explosive temper.

All of the victims had, uh, explosive tempers. Yes.

And the killer, who might that be?

I haven't the foggiest.

Oh. Um...

In your professional opinion, will there be another killing?

Obviously. When?

At the tone, the time will be 11.23 and 30 seconds.

I'll let you know later.

Gentlemen, I've clearly taken enough of your time. Miss Dubois, why did you come

here instead of going to H.P. Day?

Because the case is now under your jurisdiction.

How did you know that?

Before I came, I checked the moon's position.

It showed me that a higher authority would take over.

Oh, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.

A case like this brings them all out of the woodwork.

I think we should postpone the investigation till the moon moves into

Aquarius. The way I read the planets, Dana, we don't start from Mars square

Uranus. We start from... square one.

Oh, Mrs. Wong.

I'm early.

No problem.

Miss Dubois is with a client, but she won't be long. Come on in.

What's your sign?

I said, what's your sign?

Lady, I don't believe in any of that garbage.

I'm just waiting for my girlfriend.

It's the same old thing.

Men, let's take a look at this year's progression of the planets.

Excuse me?

Five-0.

If you knew Miss Kane, did you ever see any of these three people with her?

Mrs. Ramsey, do you recognize any of these people?

The other victims? Yes.

Um, who's this one?

That's Miss Kane, the waitress.

He really would have liked to have known her.

I'm just sick and tired of being hurt.

I mean, the past few years have been a nightmare.

It doesn't matter if he's rich or he's poor.

One man didn't even tell me he had a wife and a mistress.

Cindy, I told you your progressed Saturn of limitations is still afflicting Venus

of romance in your chart.

Well, how much longer can this go on?

Six months.

Patience?

I'm afraid so.

Agnes.

I have Rick McCullough's birth data.

Is that the man that you came in with?

Yeah.

I think he's different from the others.

Could you compare his planets to my chart?

Cindy. Please.

He doesn't believe in astrology, but he's been out of work for months.

Okay, maybe he's not right for me now, but if I could only get him to talk to

you. He needs encouragement.

Very well. Give me the information.

What is his birth date and the time, and do you know where he was born?

Here, I wrote it down for you.

With the astral adversity you're facing, I don't expect you to meet the right man

now. I understand.

Don't get your hopes up too high.

I'll call you when the chart's ready.

Okay.

Mel!

Oh, it's great to see you. It's been a while.

It was nice to see you, Cindy.

Uh, Mel Burgess, Rick McCooloo.

Hi. How you doing?

Mel's an astrologer.

So who isn't?

I take it you don't share Cindy's enthusiasm for the subject.

Oh, sure. He's interested.

And he's a fast study, aren't you, Rick?

You say so.

Come on, Cindy. Let's go.

I didn't expect to see you.

I didn't think we were even talking. Well, why not?

See, that paper you gave in San Francisco, it was absolutely brilliant.

Well, thank you.

Doesn't it totally contradict what you said at the convention?

I'll publicly recant at the next meeting.

Besides, Agnes, the stars of my life.

Now, how could I possibly be angry with anyone who feels the same way?

And as beautiful as you?

Mel, you want something. What is it?

Well, I have a client, and I'm, uh...

I'm very disturbed because his natal square has been activated by the major

planets.

I'd like you to take a look at this and see what you think.

What do you want me to check?

Well, it seems there's some very, very deep emotional problems.

Well, you know I like to work from my own chart.

I'll just copy down the information.

Where was this Scorpio born?

Honolulu.

See, I bumped into Cindy Rawlins outside.

Is this her, um, her latest one-night stand?

Makulu?

Uh, uh, uh, Mel?

Ethics?

Look, I've got to run. Uh, if you need anything, you call me, all right? It was

very nice to see you. Nice seeing you, too.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Martha, type and file this information for me, would you?

There's something I have to do.

Mm-hmm.

Honey?

Any messages?

Thank you.

Z, that bartender didn't recognize any of the other victims.

Hauser talked to her family and friends, and it's the same, no leads.

Duke, what do you got?

The cab driver had a call at the senator's high rise about four weeks

ago, a week before he was murdered.

The dispatcher doesn't know if it was for the senator or not.

I don't have much either.

The senator's wife were having marital problems.

She said the waitress would have appealed to him, though.

No definite confirmation that they knew each other.

Remember that dingy astrologer, Agnes Dubois?

Yeah, how about it?

Well, for what it's worth, she called it right about Miss Kane.

People at the bar said she did have a violent temper.

The dispatcher said the cab driver could really throw a tantrum.

You know something?

Mrs. Ramsey said the senator was known for his explosive temper.

Steve?

Yes, honey?

This just came by messenger.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, it's from the lovely and omniscient Agnes Dubois.

Mr. McGarrett, expect the next murder to occur Sunday

between 4.30 and 5.

when the moon is in an opposite aspect to the realm of Neptune.

When Duke gets back, what do you say we get a bite?

Yeah, good idea, Donald.

Garrett.

When, Sergeant?

Where was it?

Very well, thank you.

Another fatal stabbing 15 minutes ago.

They would make it 4.45.

Where is it?

Near Sandy Beach.

It's the ocean.

The realm of Neptune.

Maybe Agnes Dubois has been working with more than the stars.

You've been reading my chart, Danno.

Hello, there.

Oh, Miss Dubois.

Vegetables?

Yes, much more sensible than flowers, who can feast on their beauty.

What can I do for you, Mr. McCarrot?

You don't know?

Well, I'm an astrologer, not a mind-reader.

There's been another murder.

Oh.

I thought you'd come to put me down.

I hadn't heard any news. Where?

In the realm of Neptune, between 4.30 and 5.

Where have you been this afternoon?

Now, what sort of a question is that?

A reasonable question.

Considering your note and prediction, don't you think? Well, here we are. Oh,

you have a guest. I'll get another glass. None for me. Thank you.

Marta, please tell this gentleman where I was between 4 and 5 this afternoon.

You were here, working and writing and talking on the phone to clients.

Thank you, Marta.

I'd like a list of people you talked to on the telephone.

Mr. McGarrett, would you ask a doctor or a lawyer to violate a confidential

relationship?

Miss Dubois, I hope you're not suggesting that a fiduciary relationship

exists between an astrologer and a client.

Intelligence is what I expected from the head of 5-0.

And instead, I have a large order of cop mentality.

If you can't see it or feel it or touch it, it doesn't exist.

May I remind you that there has been a murder committed?

Now, you sent me a note telling me where and when it would happen.

Perhaps you'd like to consult with your lawyer. I'm sure he'll tell you that the

stars do not a defense make.

What?

I don't believe it. You're out of the dark ages.

You're the kind of person that if you get bad news, you kill the messenger.

What's your birthday, mister? Please, please, I don't believe in astrology.

Well, I'd like to do your chart anyway.

You see, I don't think our mercury is going to make an aspect.

That's why we can't communicate. Oh, we'll communicate, even if we have to do

it in the district attorney's office.

Very well.

I was talking to a J. William Hayes between 4 and 5, and Marta will give you

the telephone number.

Why did you come to see me at the office?

It was a mistake.

I thought I had something to offer.

What?

A couple of obscure astrological phrases?

I presume you could grasp them.

Perhaps they escaped my cop mentality.

Ah, low blow, low blow. I'm sorry.

See, the fact is that the killer had to have done a chart on each of the

murderers. See, he knows about astrology.

The Mars-Uranus aspect wasn't the only factor.

See, each of the murders occurred when the transiting moon held a negative

aspect to the victim's natal Pluto.

Now that happens for one hour, three times a month.

What in God's name does that mean?

It means that the killer was both judge and jury. He had to work out the time of

each murder very carefully.

How many people on the island would know how to do that?

Well, that's hard to say. I mean, there's tremendous interest in this

subject.

Well, how many other professionals live here?

Four or five.

How did you predict the day and the time of that latest killing?

Orrery astrology.

Orrery?

It comes from the Latin aura, meaning hour.

It enables me to answer a specific question asked at a given moment. You

asked me when the murders took place.

I then made a chart based on that exact time. It happened to be 11, 23, and 30

seconds.

I don't suppose you could profile the killer?

Yes, if you were interested.

I'm interested.

Your carrots.

Oh, Mr. McGarrett, one other thing. Did all the victims have explosive tempers?

We confirmed three.

Would you check into the fourth?

I think you'll find that he had one, too.

The latest victim was Henry Kai, a lifeguard, 27 years old.

Lived alone, but very popular.

Lots of friends.

Any connection with the other victims?

Nothing I could find, Steve.

No starry shortcuts.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to rely on such mundane things as eyewitnesses, lab

tests, interrogations and deductions, not whether the moon was in the third

house. Too bad.

What do you make of it, Steve?

Well, there has to be a pattern.

Duke, can we examine the backgrounds of all the victims?

Tomorrow, Dano, you and I are gonna check the handful of professionals Mr.

Ubar told us about, including the dear lady herself.

Come on, Dano, let's play handball.

You're on.

I have a right to privacy.

I don't need you nosing around in my life.

What makes you think that I'm invading your privacy? You're doing my chart.

Well, why worry? You don't believe it works anyway.

She had no right to stick her nose into my life, and neither do you.

Well, she only wants to know if you're going to be good for each other. I'll

decide if we're good for each other. You stay out of it.

Miss Dubois, lectures here once or twice a year.

Always a turn-away crowd.

When was the last time? Two days ago.

She mentioned she was trying to help you.

I'm sorry, it got a laugh.

I can imagine.

Do you know about the book she's writing?

In your field, I understand.

Yeah.

You think that publicity is very important to her?

Always has been.

Brings in the clients.

And helping you solve a case would sell a lot of books.

Yeah, clever lady.

If you'll excuse me, I have to catch a class.

Thank you.

Mel, I have to talk to you.

Sure.

Here, sit down.

Why don't you have a regular office like, uh... Agnes?

Yeah. Well, the ambiance here is a little better.

The other day outside Agnes Dubois' house, I felt really funny seeing you.

There's no reason for you not to consult another astrologer.

None of us are perfect.

I couldn't go to you for a chart on another man.

Not after what we had.

I don't mind.

We broke up civilly like two adults.

I never wanted to. That's in the past. We can still be friends.

Friends, yeah.

Agnes says I'm not good for any men now. It's in my chart.

No comment.

So what are you doing here? What do you want?

I have to do something for Rick.

Oh, the man you were with the other day.

I really don't have any place to turn.

You always did know what to do.

How can I help?

He needs a job, badly.

I thought maybe one of your clients?

Yeah, I know a lot of people. Look, why don't you have him come see me? I'll see

what I can do, all right?

I'm looking for Mr.

Burgess. I understand he spends quite a lot of time around here. Yes, I'm

Burgess.

Yes, Mr. Burgess.

McGarrett, Y50.

Now what did I do?

I'd like to talk to you.

Mel, I've got to go.

Care to join me on the terrace? I'm going to have a bite of lunch. Thank

you.

I understand you're one of the leading astrologers in the islands.

Well, someone's been very kind.

But I do believe that the study of planetary influence is important to

understanding ourselves.

Then you're not connected with this place?

No, I just come up here a lot.

What do you know about Agnes Dubois?

Professionally, she's quite competent.

I know nothing about her personally.

She really did contact you, huh?

I thought it was a joke.

What did she tell you about the stabbings?

She called the last one the time, the place, and the day.

It's horary astrology.

It's predictive astrology. It's almost like fortune-telling.

Totally unreliable.

What was it? Chance?

Coincidence, maybe?

Well, you... Yeah, you could call it that.

Why would she risk her reputation on something like that?

Well, there's no risk.

If she'd have been wrong, you would have forgotten, but... Uh-huh.

You're hooked.

I imagine it'll make a dandy chapter.

You mean she's doing all of this for her book?

Mr. McGarrett, I'm sure that the possibility hadn't escaped you.

When I called to see you, I didn't expect this.

I must have been very persuasive.

Very, very persuasive. But you were wrong about one thing.

What was that?

The last victim did not have an explosive temper.

I did his chart.

He had Mars Square Uranus, just like all the others.

Well, the autopsy report showed a duodenal ulcer.

Exactly. That means the temper was internalized.

A little late to prove that, isn't it?

Is the mahi-mahi fresh here?

The opaka-paka and the mahi are always fresh here.

By the way, you promised to tell me something about the murderer.

Yes.

His age is somewhere between 30 and 40. His? You mean it's a man?

Not necessarily.

Someone who works with their mind, not their muscles. Someone very

introspective with...

painfully difficult emotional problems.

And as I said before, somebody who is interested in astrology or the occult,

who's also under severe emotional strain, maybe even a psychotic.

An awful lot of people who read horoscopes would fit that description.

I should have done an event chart for dinner.

An event chart?

What is an event chart?

An event chart would have told me how frustrating and aggravating this dinner

is going to be.

Heightened only by the fact that my escort is so attractive.

I'll take the steak, medium rare.

Your help.

Are you feeling better now?

Yes. Tell me about the chart.

What a horrible knife.

Please, just try to concentrate on the chart.

It's mine. Someone did my natal horoscope.

What about the chart itself?

Is it the same as you brought to my office?

Yes, it's a form that I designed. It's a copy of one.

Well, who would have access to that?

I give each of my clients a copy. My students can buy them from me.

Well, anyone could have made a copy of it.

Anything else you can think of?

That knife is stuck in my first house. That's my personal house.

How would you interpret that?

Well, it's clearly a threat to keep me out of this case.

I'll need the names and addresses of all your students and clients.

I hope you're not going to fight me on that.

No. No.

I'm very frightened.

Thank you.

We'll provide round-the-clock protection for you.

I'll have these copied.

You beginning to believe what I've told you? My only concern is for your life,

not the validity of astrology.

Here we go again.

May I borrow some of these books?

Please, feel free.

You claim that you're guided by certain mathematical laws, huh?

Yes, we are. Why?

Because it's just possible someone is trying to make the facts conform to the

stars.

Steve. Yeah, Duke.

I've gone over each victim's background carefully.

The only thing they had in common was that they were all Honolulu residents,

no tourists.

That doesn't give us much, Duke.

Did you get the lab report, then? Yeah.

The knife is an Arkansas toothpick, obviously homemade.

The lab says it matches the wounds.

That's ghastly.

Ask HPD to check out all metal shops, suppliers, cutlery stores, any place

where similar pieces of steel can be purchased.

Right. Now, what about the chart?

It's a copy of one used by Agnes Dubois.

HPD is checking the photo offset houses.

That narrows it down to someone who had access to these charts.

Maybe Agnes Dubois herself.

Yeah, maybe.

But she seemed genuinely frightened, Dano.

You and Duke better start checking out that list of clients and students. See

if any of them had a relationship with the victims.

It's a long list.

Well, maybe I can cut it down.

How?

Same old way, Dano.

Homework.

You sold shoes.

What happened?

You know the economy?

The store went out of business.

Didn't you say something about having a job in the cane fields?

I didn't go to university to do sweat work.

Or to sell shoes.

I have a friend, a client, who, um, is a travel agent.

Always needs tour guides.

Would you like me to talk to him?

Yes.

I think I can arrange that.

How well did you know Cindy?

We were friends, that's all.

Mr. Burgess, thank you.

Uh, Dono, I want you and Duke to cross-index this, uh, client list of

Miss Dubois' and check the Hall of Records, newspapers, motor vehicle

bureaus, any place where they have access to birth data.

Basic tools of the astrologer's trade.

Yeah, you know they claim they can't make a chart without knowing the month,

day, year, and hour of birth?

You're beginning to sound like Agnes.

Am I?

By the way, when were you born?

What?

When were you born? Listen, I said when were you born? Hour? Month? Steven, this

is over. You can do my chart. Tell me how I went wrong.

It's vitally important.

Oh, it's Mr. Garrity. You're supposed to be under police guard.

He's outside.

Well, he's inside.

I know who the murderer is.

All right.

Let me guess.

Someone who works with the mind, not the muscle, huh?

A very introspective person.

Right?

No. His name and address.

Oh. So you're going to solve it with astrology.

I think I'll put you on the payroll.

You are so exasperating.

A client came to me and asked me to do the chart of a friend. Well, later this

friend came storming into my office and practically threatened me if I went

ahead with it.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I don't know. I... I didn't think about it, but then with all that business with

a knife and then you investigating the clients.

Miss Dubois, exactly what did you find out in layman's terms?

He has such a badly afflicted chart that the eclipse on the 15th of last month

had to have triggered violence.

God, is that your evidence?

His planets are in the classic configuration of a mass murderer. But

most important, the position of these planets connect to each one of the

victims' charts.

And that, Mr. McGarrett, in plain English, is a fated connection.

Very well.

Who is it?

Rick McCooloo.

How long has McCullough been dead?

An hour, maybe.

Looks like the case is over.

You think it was suicide?

Don't you? I don't see any signs of a struggle.

Murder could have cleaned it up.

True. Steve.

Charge on the five stabbing victims.

I guess these others were potential victims.

Yeah. Miss Dubois is still outside. Ask her to come on your dad. Sure.

Steve.

Yeah. Look at this.

Names. Addresses, birth date.

These are copies of driver's licenses from the Department of Motor Vehicle

file.

He's dead.

I can't believe it.

Would you take a look at these charts, please?

I knew a lot more than I realized.

All the victims and some others.

Mr. Williams said that Mr. Makulu may have killed himself.

What do you say?

Well, it's very difficult for an astrologer to predict death.

Danger or dramatic change in a person's life may be.

Rick Makulu was not suicidal.

Which one of your clients asked you to do Makulu's horoscope?

Cindy Rawlins.

Do we have anything on her?

She's a client who works for the Department of Motor Vehicles. I was on

my way there when this call came in. Okay, pick her up. I want to talk to

her. You don't think she could have handled this?

I doubt it. Not by herself.

Something's bothering me, Donald.

If we accept the theory that the murderer was a psycho with knowledge of

astrology, driven to kill people with a certain, what is it, planetary aspect,

then I'd say...

that he had no reason to kill himself.

Not unless he completely flipped out.

Yeah, that's a possibility, I guess.

Give me a rundown on McCullough again, will you?

Not much.

Let's see.

He worked for a shoe store until it folded three months ago.

He was born right here in Honolulu on March 18th. A loner. Wait a minute.

March 18th?

Yeah, March 18th. I think Mr.

DuBois said something different.

Said the 30th of October.

Well, I got this from the Hall of Records, Steve. She must have made a

mistake.

Maybe not, Dan.

Maybe not.

Yes, Lonnie?

Duke is here with Miss Rollins. Yes.

Send him in.

Steve, Danny, this is Cindy Rollins. Miss Rollins, how do you do?

Won't you sit down, please?

Haven't I seen you before, Ms. Rollins?

At the Planetarium?

I didn't know Rick was dead until we were driving in.

We'd like to know where you spent last night.

Do I have to say?

No. No, you're entitled to call a lawyer if you wish.

Have you read her rights, Duke? Yes.

You don't think I had anything to do with Rick's death?

Want to talk about it?

We had a fight.

Rick needed a job, so I went to an old boyfriend who agreed to hire him.

Then the more Rick thought about it, the more jealous he became.

Finally, he accused me of sleeping with Mel Burgess just to get the favor.

Yeah. Go on.

Rick had a very explosive temper sometimes.

I left and went dancing.

I spent the night with a man I met at a disco.

Busy, aren't you?

We'll need his name.

I don't know his name.

You don't know his name?

I can't blame Rick for being jealous.

When did you give him a cool of those files from the motor vehicle department?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Cindy, lying never solved anything. Don't you know that?

You ever see these?

Yes. You made those copies, didn't you?

Yes.

Why? For research.

What kind of research was McCullough doing?

Rick wasn't doing research. I gave the file to Mel Burgess.

You gave them to Mel Burgess?

Mel. Mel, there's been... There's been a terrible mistake.

You look worried.

I think that my secretary mixed up your client's card with a man who's just been

murdered, Rick McCooloo.

My client's card?

Yes, the one that I did a reading for.

And you're the one who never makes an error.

There's no time for sarcasm.

Are you serious?

Who was your client?

Well, I'm afraid I can't reveal that, Agnes. It wouldn't be ethical.

Well, you better reveal it, and fast, and to the police.

Oh?

Well, why?

You saw what I saw in that chart.

He has insurmountable problems. He's a killer.

Oh, come on.

Emotional problems, maybe, but a killer.

Mel, I am sure of this.

I think you're making a big mistake.

Did your client know that you asked me for a reading?

He may have.

Well, maybe my secretary didn't make a mistake.

Maybe he broke into my house and switched the cards in my file with

Makulu's.

But then how did he know that Makulu had Mars Square Uranus?

Now, you saw the card on my desk that day you came to my house.

Okay, we'll take the front. The rest of you take the sides and the back.

No one leaves. Let's go.

I'm sorry you came, Agnes.

You put... You put Makulu's name on your card in my file.

I had to make his death look like a suicide.

Throw McGarrett off.

Why did you kill all those people?

It was in their charts.

They had to die.

But you, Agnes... You didn't have to die.

You could have lived, Agnes.

The stars are never wrong, never.

I can help you. I understand why.

Officer, check down below.

He's got her someplace.

I saw her purse.

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edification.

Right here in this theater of the stars, we expand our...

knowledge of the outer space to the farthest reaches, and we explore the

corridors of time backward to the beginnings and forward to unimaginable

vistas of the future.

And the stars come up.

The visual motions of the planets in the sky result from the combination of their

own motions and the voyage of the Earth around the Sun.

How do you get up there?

Door outside to the left. I don't get it, will you?

Now listen to me. I want you to turn the house lights on when I say so.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, please stay calm.

There is no danger to you.

Hold it.

Nobody moves or she dies.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, please do as he says, but remain calm.

That's very important.

Dano, stay where you are.

Burgess, it's all over.

Give yourself up.

We won't hurt you.

The moon is void, of course, right now.

And you can't touch me.

No, you're wrong, Burgess. You're wrong.

The planet Mercury is retrograde.

You know that means your current plans cannot be fulfilled.

And the moon has just entered your birth sign, Scorpio.

I'll prove it to you.

It's all over, Burgess.

Look up. Look.

Look into the stars.

Release the lady and turn your weapon over to the officer.

Do it now.

Okay, Donald.

Okay.

Are you

all right now?

Almost.

You really did your homework.

Mr. McGarrett, thank you. You still don't believe in astrology, do you? No,

I don't.

Strange after what just happened in there.

What do you mean?

Well, the stars saved my life, didn't they?

Oh, did they?

I thought the coppers did.