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No part of Peach Shore is for sale.
I've got an offer you can't refuse.
On the night of July 14th, the planets hold a potential for extreme danger.
Miss Humboldt, even if I took all of this seriously, what would you expect
Five-0 to do?
Well, something, anything, just stop the fight.
Thank you.
Hey, terrific, kid. His timing is great. Just great. Jab, jab, jab, cross, cross,
jab, huh?
He got to me a couple times. Hey, hey, lucky punches. You hear me? Lucky
punches. Forget it. You're a winner, kid. And from now until the fight, I
want you to keep that up in here.
Pete Shaw is a winner.
Tomorrow night, Fiddler is a loser.
Larkin is a loser next.
And the champ is a loser next. You got it? Okay. All right. Now you want a ride
home? No, thanks, Ed.
Toby's picking me up. Uh-huh. Hey, Ed.
Stop carousing you two. In bed by 10. Toby can't tell time.
Hey, would you relax?
He's my 40% owner, you know. He'll probably tuck me in bed himself.
Mars is in my eighth house.
Okay, I got that truck.
Tell HPD to keep things just like they are there, huh?
Right. We'll be in touch.
Let's go, Lori.
What have you got?
The shooting rocks.
He's busy. Isn't he always?
Yes, Schemo. What do you got?
A truck just called. A guy named Toby Wesson got shot dead in his car.
How does 5-0 figure that?
Well, truck knows we're keeping a sharp eye out for any gambling figures that
might be trying to infiltrate sports in the islands.
And this Wesson, he did own a piece of Pete Shore.
Pete Shore the contender?
Pete Shore the champ, if you believe the newspapers.
Was this Western character from the mainland?
Local. Clean?
Any Kumu or gangland connections?
Well, according to HPD, he's clean, but they're checking.
I don't get it, Steve. I thought the governor told us to watch out for big
fish swimming our way.
Big fish live off little fish, Laurie.
If that's the case here, we're definitely interested.
You know, professional sports are just getting a foothold here in Hawaii.
Several major league franchises could come our way soon and we'd welcome them.
but we don't want any hoods, gamblers, muscle men or mafia running them.
Now, you said Wesson owned part of the, what was his name? Pete, Pete Shore.
Yeah. Yeah, and then his manager, Eddie Marco, he owns the rest of them.
Oh, there was one funny thing, Steve.
The HPD talked to a hard hat who was there, and he said this fighter, this
Pete Shore, said something weird when he realized that Wesson was dead.
Weird, like what?
Well, how about...
Mars is in the eighth house.
Does that mean something to you, Steve?
It could.
Like what?
Astro, plus logos, star speech, astrology.
I've been there before.
You never heard of Agnes DuBois?
Well, you haven't lived.
Shot? Toby Wesson was shot?
Yeah. Oh, it was an accident.
A murder.
I'm so sorry. He was a good friend of yours, wasn't he, as well as your
manager? Owner.
40% he owned. Oh, no.
I guess this is that unexpected bad event you mentioned in my chart, huh?
No, Pete. That would have been a bad event in Mr. Wesson's chart.
Do the police know who murdered him?
No.
What about my chart, Miss Humboldt?
Oh, Pete, you remain in a stressful phase, and I'm afraid it's going to get
worse. Oh, I'll lose my fight. Fiddler knocks me out. Now, Pete, Pete.
You must stop jumping to dark conclusions.
I don't like to predict specifics, you know that.
But, Miss Humboldt, I just don't feel right about this next fight.
Then obey the feeling, Pete.
Your son is conjunct Neptune in your chart.
Intuition, gut feeling, if I may, rides high for you. Oh, give up fighting.
Give it up?
I can't.
Fighting's my life.
I mean, it's what I do.
It's who I am.
Bad luck's all over the place.
What have you got there?
These are birthdates of some people around me.
Eddie Marco?
That's my manager.
Avery Banning. That's Eddie's friend.
Joe Donovan, Mike Turpin, Lee Ting. They're all guys that want to buy a
piece of me. I don't know much about them. Well, however did you get their
birthdates? Oh, I know.
Ever since you became involved in astrology, you always ask people where
they're born, right?
Well, that's close.
Some of the dates I looked up.
But... I thought maybe if you did charts on these guys who seem to be getting in
my life, maybe I can find out why I'm feeling so much...
Stress? Yeah, yeah, like maybe my bad signs are getting local help, you know?
Would you please?
Oh, of course I will.
Oh, thanks.
Hey, I almost forgot the fight. I got you a reserved ringside seat.
Will you come?
No, I, uh...
You don't want the seat?
I don't want the fight.
I do.
I'll be there.
Oh, thanks, Miss Humboldt. Thanks a lot.
The shot went through his body, lodged in the back seat.
Came from there.
It's a lot of building.
Well, if you look through the scope, you'll see that it should have come from
one of those four balconies.
You can check them out?
Sure. Permanent residents. Been there for years. Same room.
Two of them were home all day. The other two, doors were locked when they went
out. No evidence of a break-in.
Kimo Wesson was shot behind the wheel.
His weight on the seat lowering everything would shift the angle of the
rifle's trajectory, wouldn't it?
That's a good girl, Lori.
I don't.
You don't weigh enough. I'll do it.
Let me get a fix on this.
You got it? Yeah, I'll see it.
Oh, we've got two new apartments to look at.
Well, room 1221 was registered to Theodore Jones.
He didn't use a bath. He didn't use a pen. So it's obviously a phony name.
HPD dusted for prints. Any luck?
Possibly. A maid saw a man carrying what she thought was a golf bag. It could
have been a gun case.
When he saw her.
Instead of taking the elevator, he ducked down the back stairs.
Yes, Lorna.
Who?
Oh, no, no, no.
Tell her that I'm very busy, which I am. You can tell her anything but get rid of
me. Mr. Garrett, my name is Jessica Humboldt, astrologer. I'm an associate
of Agnes Dubard. Do you remember Agnes?
Oh, yes, very well. Agnes and I traded practices for the season. She's in
Albuquerque, and I'm here.
And she told me how intrigued you are with our science and knowing how much
help she gave you in the past. I knew this was just the place to come.
Laurie Wilson, chemo crew.
Oh, how do you do? Very nice to see you.
Humboldt, did you say? Yes, like the current. You know the current? Oh, yes.
Good.
Mr. McGarrett, I am terribly worried about a client of mine, Pete Shaw.
Worried? Why are you worried?
He's in fine shape.
On his way to a title fight.
If he survives.
Thank you. He's being closed in on by extremely difficult forces.
Literally an invasion of the criminal element.
Planetary, I'm sure.
Sagittarius. No.
Well, you are a skeptic, Mr. McGarrett. Agnes warned me.
I refer to forces in your own backyard. Now, these charts Pete asked me to
do for him.
Look at them.
Would you look at them?
Eddie Marco.
His manager.
Under a most difficult influence.
Prone to bribery, hypocrisy.
Joseph Donovan.
Just now entering a prolonged, afflicting triangle.
Uh, pardon me, ma'am. Did you say Joe Donovan? Yes.
Pete says that he's one of the men who wants to buy a piece of him.
Who is he, Camo?
Well, he's a part-time gambler, prized fight owner, but full-time invigorous in
the Jersey circles.
Hmm?
Vigorish?
Vigorish, yes, ma'am. That means working the odds.
Oh, a celestial rogues gallery, whoever they are.
Well, now, Mr. McGarrett, Pluto's influence is paramount, and Pete's fight
with Fiddler should not take place. It will be a tragedy for Pete.
Miss Humboldt, even if I took all of this seriously, what would you expect
Five-0 to do?
Well, something, anything, just stop the fight.
I'm not on the boxing commission.
Now, we already know there's been a recent influx of criminal sports figures
into the islands.
We're looking into that.
So, if you would be kind enough to excuse us, we're very busy.
Very well.
I shall just leave these jars with you.
And someday soon, they will serve to remind you of cynicism. The
stars are crystal clear.
Agnes was right.
Stubborn, disbelieving, and a very handsome fellow.
Ding-a-ling.
Ding-a-ling.
Well, it might be a pretty interesting fight anyway with Fiddler Steve.
File those in the Oval File.
Get us some good seats.
I don't know how many more ways to say it, Donovan, but no part of Pete Shore
is for sale.
As a matter of fact, I even bought out Wesson.
He got killed, you know.
I read.
Pete's taking it too hard.
I'll give you $100,000 for 30% of it.
Did you hear that, Danny?
Tell him to come back sometime.
Sometime at the turn of the century.
Hello?
Marco. Pete Shaw, please.
Pete's working out. Who's calling?
Jessica Humboldt. Mr. Marco.
Oh, the stargazer. Tell me, stargazer, is the media gonna fall on Pete?
Mr. Marco, the fight with Fiddler must be postponed.
Pluto's... Lady, will you lay off my fighter?
Just a few months postponement can avert a disaster.
I tell you... You're psyching him out, you know that? You're psyching him out.
He's down there punching the bag like his arms are full of putty on account of
you. Mr.
Marco, there is more at stake here than just a fight.
Lady, you want to do something smart for a change, huh? Go read Fiddler's chart.
He's the one that's going to have a disaster.
Get off our backs right now. I mean it.
Me?
I'm a Scorpio.
Relentless.
Stubborn. I want a piece of your fighter.
It's going all the way.
Think on it.
gonna miss wes and don't take it so personal go in there like the fighters
for him you'll have fiddler by the eighth round i guarantee it come on come
on come on
You can't stay on top of them. Now take them out.
that Pete Shore has. And here comes Shore.
This is a celebrated moment.
And now Gunnar Larkin. Tonight, it was all Pete Shore.
Knockout victory over the fiddler.
Look at Pete.
I told you this fight should have been postponed.
My name's Carew, Mr. Marko.
It's from Five-O.
What do you say, Carew?
Mr. Marko? What does Five-O want with me?
We're looking into the Toby Wesson murder.
Terrible, wasn't it? Nice little guy like that.
Yeah. Why does a nice little guy like that get blown away?
I don't know, Carew. It's been puzzling me, too.
When was the last time you saw him?
Just before he got shot.
That's got to be a little expensive, doesn't it? Hitting those brand new
balls out in the ocean like that.
Well, it's a lot cheaper than hitting them the other way. Cars, kids, windows.
You hit somebody, you get sued.
Yeah, poor Toby.
Well, it's some consolation for his old lady anyway.
What's that supposed to mean? Beauty.
Why don't you talk to her?
Boy, she's 65 big ones ahead since the day before yesterday.
You see, I bought out Toby's percentage of Pete Shaw for 65 grand.
He's going all the way, Carew.
Uh, Mr. Marco, this buy you made, do you happen to have any paper on that?
You know, it's a funny thing. We always went with a handshake, but for that
amount, naturally.
I don't mean to break your concentration, but the Toby Wesson
document...
It's
very hard getting good help nowadays.
Thank you.
You see, Toby had 10 grand in Pete when he realized what Pete was becoming
worth. He wanted to make a quick buck, huh?
And he did.
His old lady did, I mean.
Mr. Marco, you know Joe Donovan?
Little Joe?
No, not personally. Not like hi, Joe, hi, Marco. No.
How about Lucky Crown? You know him?
No, should I?
I got to remember to keep my head down.
They sound like reprehensible characters.
They have the reputation.
And you see, we really don't want him here in Hawaii.
Mr. Markle, what we're trying to do is keep professional sports clean here. You
know what I mean?
Good for you, Mr. Carew. I feel the same way.
Hawaii is the only place I can hit golf balls out into the ocean without getting
hassled. This, uh, this paper, uh, Mr. Markle, uh... Do you mind if I make a
copy of it over at Turner?
Hey, Nick, it doesn't.
Oh, and, uh, Toby Wesson's wife.
Could you tell me who I could find?
Not his wife.
His girlfriend.
Alicia Nibley, 3850 Kapiolani Court. And do me a favor, will you, when you see
her, give her my love. She's taking it real hard.
Everybody liked Toby.
Mr. Michael, keep your head down.
How are you, 501? Miss Nibley, could I speak to you, please?
I have a visitor inside.
Oh, well, then I'll come back another time.
Come on in, Mr. Carew. It's only me.
I'm sorry about your loss, Miss Nibley. I know it's a bad time to bother you,
but... Any information you could give me about Mr. Wesson would be very helpful.
What are you doing here?
I don't know why anybody would have killed Toby.
His only fault really was gambling.
He was a decent, gentle man.
We were going to be married.
Toby said when Pete beat Fiddler, boy, we'd have enough security and we could
get married.
Isn't it kind of odd that he would sell out just before the fight?
I can't understand that.
I can't understand that either.
Toby kept telling me, Pete's going all the way.
Suddenly he sells out.
Mr. Carew, what should I do with that money?
Is it really mine?
Well, did he have anybody else to leave it to?
He didn't have anybody but me.
I was the only one in the world, he always said.
I don't know what to do now.
How long you wait for a...
Good man, a kind man to come along then.
Um, I didn't know that Wesson had sold his interest in Pete until just now.
I thought I could persuade Miss Nibley to cancel the next fight with Larkin,
but of course, now she can't. You see, she doesn't own any part of him anymore.
Incidentally, I did a chart on Wesson, and there is something very puzzling
about him selling out before the Fiddler fight.
I mean, that shows a complete lack of business ability, and he was under a
very powerful, beneficial financial sign.
Well, how do you explain that?
Oh, I don't. No, no, I can't. I only know what the planets indicate, and in
this case, Mr. Carew, Miss Nibley, a possible calamity for my client looms in
the celestial canopy.
I don't know, Miss Humboldt. The guy looks awful, you know? He just stays in
a coma.
Oh, dear.
It's so sad. There was something about Fiddler on the night of the fight, you
know? I guess only the guy in the ring with him would have felt it or sensed
it.
Well, what was it, Pete?
I don't know how to explain it exactly, but Fiddler lost his push, you know?
I mean, I keep feeling like I just got to him a little too easy.
Miss Humboldt, what if he doesn't come out of it? I mean, what if he dies?
This has got to be the...
Terrible event in my chart, huh?
Pete, I'm sorry to say this, but the negative phase you're in will prevail
for many months.
What about my fight with Larkin? What's going to happen to that?
I've been around and around with this thing.
I tried to get Hawaii Five-0 to understand. I spoke to your manager,
Eddie Barco.
I even thought Miss Nibley could help.
But, oh, Pete, on the night of July 14th, the night of your fight with Mr.
Larkin, the planets hold a potential for extreme danger.
I did a chart on that poor young man who's still in a coma, Mr. Fiddler.
And the influence of Jupiter signifies strong opportunities. He should have won
that fight.
Well, don't tell that to Pete.
Pete told me.
He had a feeling that Mr. Fiddler didn't perform up to his full capabilities.
A feeling? Oh, don't put Pete down, Mr. McGarrett. He's Libra.
Powerful intuitions.
I'm concerned with more than winning or losing a fight. I'm concerned with Pete.
This time.
His life may hang in the balance. Mars is dominant.
I'll be with you in a moment.
Mr. McGarrett has nothing I've said made any impression on you.
Oh, I am impressed, Miss Humble. Very impressed. Something you said made a
definite impression on me. Of course.
Taurus. Taurus. He has to be Taurus. Excuse me.
What impressed you, Steve?
She said that Pete Shaw had the feeling that Fiddler wasn't fighting up to his
full capacity. Now, that's important.
Maybe it was dope.
Let's find out. Laurie, call the receiving hospital. Ask for the lab. I
want the reading on Fiddler's blood test the night he was admitted.
Yes, sir.
What do you got?
It's a receipt for $65,000.
Eddie Markle's buyout of Toby Wesson.
Oh, by the way, Steve, I talked to that humble lady, and she said that Toby
Wesson was under a very beneficial financial sign.
Well, selling out just before his fighter wins a big one doesn't sound too
beneficial to me.
That's what I thought.
It looks like the price of a piece of Pete Shore went up, huh?
Something's very strange going on here.
I told you.
Relentless, stubborn.
An associate of mine, Kuika.
How do you do?
I repeat, Donovan, no part of Pete Shore is for sale.
I've got an offer you can't refuse.
$200,000 for 40% of them.
That's a lot of money.
Hey, remember, he's got to beat Larkin before he gets a shot at the title.
You beat Larkin.
And if you don't beat him, your percentage won't be worth a nickel on
the dollar. You know that.
You'll beat Larkin.
Well?
Hey, Lou Donovan, you got to keep it real quiet. You see, I've got a lot of
other friends who asked in.
Oh, sure.
As quiet as a church mouse.
All right, it's a deal.
Don't spend it all in one place, Marco.
Hey, the papers.
Who's going to drop the papers?
Papers?
We don't need any papers.
Just remember, 40%.
Lucky? Yeah?
About time I heard from you. I set my price.
You can have 25% of Pete Shaw for 100 and a quarter.
I'm in.
Lee Ting?
Marco, Marco, you don't answer my calls.
My price is 5,000 a point for Pete Shaw.
20 points.
20 points.
Glad to have you on board.
Glad to be on board.
Li Ting, keep it under your hat, will you?
I got a lot of people on my neck for a cut.
He's quick for that pig.
Sparring partner's too slow.
Yeah. Larkin's a stand-up fighter, though. Pete'll wear him down.
And burn him.
Pete's too strong.
Yeah, they've been saying Pete Shore's put away second-raters, huh? Well, no
more. And Larkin's ranked fourth.
Come on. I've seen enough.
Hey, uh, can I ask what that is, lady?
Hmm?
Oh, it's a natal horoscope.
I'm charting Mr. Larkin under the sign of Gemini.
Yeah, yeah, I heard about you.
But how do you know when he was born?
Inside Ring.
Has biographies on all the contenders.
Including Larkin, huh?
Oh, yes. Uh-huh.
Say, um... What does the chart say about him?
My name's Joe Donovan, ma'am. I got a hunk of Pete Shore.
I was just putting you on.
I recognize him. Mainland cop. What's he doing here in the islands?
His name's James Carew.
He's a member of Steve McGarrett's 5-0 team.
Oh.
Hey, uh, what about Larkin, ma'am?
Oh, uh, well, um, I'm not sure. It's ambiguous.
Um, he's on the cusp.
But he's moving into a highly fortunate cycle.
Um, is he gonna beat Pete Shore?
I'm uncertain.
Well, I'm not.
Pete's gonna put him away for keeps.
For keeps?
Knock him out.
See you, sister.
Thanks for the free reading.
Tell me, Miss Humboldt, what did Joe Donovan want?
My reading on Larkin, now that he owns a percentage of Pete Shore... Does he now?
Yes.
He thinks Pete's gonna win the fight.
What do you think?
I don't think there should be a fight.
You gotta cut me in, Marco.
We go way back, remember?
I'll sell you 40 points.
Okay, Al. Deal.
Well, what do we got?
That's a million two for 240% of Pete Shore.
Put it all on Larkin.
Get that, will you?
Mr. Markle. Over here, over here. Mr.
Markle, you have got to stop the fight.
Oh, the stargazer. Here we go into space again.
I've done charts on the last six fighters Pete encountered, and three of
them, Colin, Slaughter, and Fiddler, were under identical patterns.
Terrific. And that means what?
They all should have won.
Only they were in a dishonest fix of some kind, subject to bribery or the
influence of drugs, as in the case of Fiddler.
What drugs? What galaxy did you get that from?
They are all here right in front of you, Neptune glowering.
You've built poor Pete to a level far above his capabilities. You want me to
shut her up? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. You don't care a nickel if Pete
goes to the hospital or dies.
A nickel?
You refuse to halt the fight.
I refuse to halt the fight?
Then you will suffer the consequences.
Hey, let it go. Let it go.
Pluto.
She said it all. She knows everything.
Will you stop worrying?
That junk will carry as much weight with the commission or 5-0 as it will in the
courtroom.
Now relax, will you, and go and place the money.
I'll tell you, she's right about one thing.
Pete Shaw is going to get murdered.
But what about the drugs?
Not to worry.
Chemo? I just got the results of Fiddler's blood test. No trace of dope.
Tell Steve, okay?
It just doesn't seem reasonable that the position of Mars or Jupiter could
determine how a fight is going to come out.
May I read this, Steve?
Sure, go ahead.
While we've been investigating Weston's murder, trying to find some tie-ins with
the gambling elements in this town, she's been worried about Pete Shaw,
she's been making charts, and she's been sticking her nose into police business.
But she does come up with something useful now and then, like this note.
OK, like that note.
Listen to this.
Charts on a fighter by the name of Collins.
Probably bribed.
Slaughter. Incorruptible-like fiddler.
Yeah, but Pete knocked them both out.
I don't know. Maybe he's just another big buildup. They throw him in with some
bums, some palookas, some patsies.
Listen to this.
I promised no threaten, Mr. Marco. I turn over this discovery to Hawaii Five
-0 and the Boxing Commission for verification.
So that's what I'm doing, though it'll probably do as much good as the other
information I've given them.
She sounds desperate under the sarcasm. I think she truly believes Pete's in
danger. What if she's right?
For whatever reason, however she does it, why would she come up with Toby
Wesson making a great financial deal, huh?
Well, he didn't if Pete wins.
He sold out short.
Yeah, but what if Pete loses?
Then Marco's percentage, Donovan's percentage, or anybody else's wouldn't
be worth a cent.
But Wesson, if he was still alive, would still have $65,000 with me.
All she wants is the fight stopped.
Well, if that happens, Toby Wesson did indeed make a great financial deal.
Oh, speaking of percentages, Truck called in and said word on the street is
that a couple of other guys own a percentage of Pete, too.
Laurie, get on the phone to Washington.
Find out what's taking them so long to give us an answer on the slug that
killed Wesson.
And one more thing. Keep after any new leads on incoming gamblers, high
rollers, and sports... But I'll miss the fight.
I'll give you a blow-by-blow account.
What do we got?
It's a big night for Pete, but it's conceivable he's in over his head.
Larkin's beautiful.
He'll cut short of ribbons.
They want to slit their boots. Yeah.
You're late this number.
I wasn't sure I wanted to come.
I told you Laga was fast.
It's too early.
He's in trouble.
Gunnar Larkin possesses too much, too much ability, too much knowledge.
He's been there before. He knows what to do. Look at his pacing. He's dominating.
Eagleton? Eagleton.
He got out about two years ago, but he never reported to his parole officers.
That should give you some idea of the stupidity of paroling known criminals,
huh? Oh, I stopped off at the hospital on the way.
Fiddler's out of coma. Looks like he's going to be okay.
Well, thank God. Now, what about his blood test?
He was drugged. Fiddler was drugged.
They found traces of a very heavy barbiturate. I don't even know. I can't
remember.
tragedy yet, Miss Humboldt?
Yeah, I hate to admit it, but she was right. Fiddler was definitely proud of
her.
What if she was right about Collins and Slaughter, too, and the other two guys
Pete knocked out?
Kimo, suppose you managed a fighter and built him up to be a contender.
Now, what would you do when you finally had a match against a real fighter and
knew in your heart that he would lose?
We'll sell him for the fight starts.
Sell him while he's hot.
Exactly, and that's what I think Eddie Marco did. Sure.
Okay, it's fine, Steve, but how do you explain Toby Wesson getting knocked off?
If Toby Wesson wouldn't go for the fake bill, maybe he threatened to blow the
whistle on the scheme and Marco decided to silence it.
Think about that.
Look.
Look at Marco and Banning now.
Pretty glum, huh?
Pretty down.
Oh, I almost forgot. This came in on Phototelix. It was a picture of
Eagleton, the guy who got off on parole.
That's not Eagleton. That's Banning.
Where did he go?
Eagleton's MO say anything about a telescopic rifle on there? Sure did. 30
-06.
Okay, keep an eye on Marco.
Timo, come on. I got an idea.
Take care.
Hold it!
Drop it!
Drop it!
Put it down, or I'll blow your brains out.
All right, Kimo.
Take him.
Just leave him. Get up. Hands back. You've been there.
You figure, Steve, by banning Zemo, that he had to be in the rafters to kill Pete
Shaw. That's what I figure.
Okay, uh, but why kill Pete Shaw in the first place?
Why stop the fight?
I mean, Marco owned him, didn't he?
Did he? Did he own Shaw?
Then how come he was so down, so glum, when Pete Shaw started to win and the
investors were so happy, huh?
Oh, I see what you're saying, Steve.
Marco sold his shares in Pete.
No, he oversold and oversold badly.
And then he put the whole bundle on Larkin. Well, it makes sense.
Right. But what Marco never figured was that Pete was good, that he had a good
right cross, that he could actually take Larkin.
So Marco had to stop the fight his way. Now, that was dumb, dumb chemo.
Come on in, chemo.
I want to give you that part.
Well, would you say that I was wrong again, Mr. McGarrett?
Right again, Ms. Hemmell.
There almost was, how did you call it, a dire tragedy.
And it isn't the planet's fault that there wasn't. A little police work did
help. Oh, thank you.
And we were working together after all, weren't we, Mr. McGarrett?
Yes, we were, Jessica.
Oh, no.
Capricorn.
Yes, Jessica.
I knew it. I knew it.
Stubborn, opinionated, tenacious, and goat-like.
Yes, Jessica.
And loyal, too.
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