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You mean it's my photo story? Photo story is not enough to get three people

killed in an attempt on your life.

Turn right at the next farm.

Things are going so smoothly.

Five-O has been brought into this. We won't wait for the freighter.

Who is it? If I'm right, he's the con artist of the century.

Is there a problem, Santos?

No. You want her to fall out the window?

Thank you.

Look Did you see him, uh

-huh I saw they make me hungry I Never

expected to go on a birdwatching tour with Marty Watts.

He's given a rock concert this afternoon.

I Know his wife's the bird. I just came along because I'm covering their

honeymoon What kind of bird do you expect to see in a cane field, honey?

Well, to be truthful, as is my nature, I'm looking for hula girls.

But I might get lucky and see me an ashtroded flycatcher.

Oh, Marty Watts.

Okay, everybody out.

Watch your step.

Just as well.

Get off and stretch the legs. Well, now the birds get to watch us.

Thanks.

We might profitably unlimber our cameras, too.

The honeycreeper, in my opinion, the most exciting bird in Hawaii, is nesting

now. They come into these cane fields to escape egg suckers.

Come on over here, Julie Mae. I'll take a picture of the bride.

That's perfect.

Right there.

Pretty smile.

Oh, I love it.

There. Let's try to make this pit stop short and painless.

I wish you brought your guitar, Marty.

Let me ask you something.

Are you happy?

Oh, yeah.

That was a good one.

Look.

Isn't that an interesting old structure?

It's an old sugar mill.

Oh, I like it. It's lines.

It's weathered look.

Marty's good at pen and ink. I think I'll take a picture of it for him.

folks come on off back in the bus

Who are they?

A tourist bus.

Some bird watchers, I think, taking pictures.

Ted Klaiber.

Hey, sorry for the delay, folks.

Hope you spotted something more than English sparrows.

We'll get on out of the forest area, all right? We'll see more exotic species,

have lunch, and head back to the funnel room.

Okay, folks, end of the line, right back where we started from.

Still in Hawaii.

Watch your step.

Mr. Watts, can I have your autograph?

Sure, ma'am. I don't have a pen or nothing.

I don't have nothing. Right here.

Don't believe it. Oh, it tickles.

See ya later.

Good furniture.

Oh, me too.

You coming to the concert this afternoon? Well, you better believe it.

Well, why don't you come early and probably take a couple shots backstage?

Oh, you're a real sweetheart. Thanks, Marty.

I gotta go to rehearsal. I mean, I really gotta drop Julie Mae off at the

hotel, that's all. Okay, you run on. I'm sorry. Bye-bye. Bye, Julie Mae. See you

later. Watch your head, Julie Mae. I'm sorry, Julie Mae.

commercial evidence cannot be presented.

President Dr. Karang Lut has sealed off the nation of Palangban to impose a

program of currency stabilization.

The borders will be closed through December, while citizens turn in old

banknotes for new ones.

President Lut said individuals will be limited to exchange $2,000.

Ships will resume their search today for survivors from an iron ore carrier that

overturned yesterday off the coast of Japan.

Stormy weather.

The ship carried about 40 passengers.

The crippled vessel was spotted yesterday, but observers said they saw

no sign of survival.

Now for the financial news of the day.

This has become a lack of today on Wall Street.

Volume is expanding at a very slow pace to less than 4 million shares an hour.

Prices which dropped at the outset.

have now stabilized to just over one point below yesterday's close.

An Israeli newspaper says that a study group has concluded that Israel may have

reserves of about 4 billion barrels of oil.

Israel is dependent on foreign sources of oil.

This year paid approximately 15% of its gross national product by imported oil.

Japan's automobile exports rose a sharp 37% from last year's level, according to

new figures in Tokyo.

Julie May, celebrating their honeymoon in Honolulu, were killed 10 minutes ago

when their car plunged off Koakula Ridge Drive into Koa Canyon.

Both apparently were killed instantly.

Details will follow as our mobile crew reports.

Hello?

Hello? I can tell by your voice you've already heard it.

Oh, Tom, it can't be.

Yeah, it's true, Angie.

And I'm really very sorry.

Listen, you gotta get out there and get pictures of the car before HPD hauls it

away. Oh, Tom, forget about the car.

There's something wrong here.

There's something terribly wrong.

Angie. Tom, Marty and Julie Mae would not have gone back up to the Ridge

Drive. Marty was in a big hurry to get to rehearsal.

Angie, they're going to haul the car away.

So for right now, just get the pictures.

Sure.

Okay, the pictures.

You want me to bring by the other ones that I took?

No, no, there isn't time.

Look, I want shots of that car.

By the way, you didn't get a photo of the tour guide bus driver, did you?

No, I don't think so. Why?

We just got a call from the Shriners. They'd like to do a story on him.

Seems that he was big into charity work, you know, with kids.

He fell down the steps on his way into the shrine hall.

Broken neck.

Listen, I'll dig up a shot of him. You just get those pictures, okay?

Strange. Marty Watts and his wife?

Bus driver?

Break-in at your apartment all in one day?

Yeah, I'd say that was rather unusual.

I'll tell you one thing, Mr. McGarrett.

Marty Watts was a decent, dependable person.

He would never have driven away from a commitment. He would never have driven

away leaving 4,000 or 5,000 loyal fans holding on to their ticket stubs.

Okay, Kimo, that's enough of me. Look into it and make it a good look.

Thank you.

Could this be all coincidence, Steve? I doubt it, Truck.

Get up to the Shriner's Hall.

Find out how and why that poor bus driver had a fall.

Right.

Hey, Kilo.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

What happened?

Both are throwing clear on impact.

What about the car?

Brakes and steering column seem okay.

You know, it doesn't make much sense.

Tread marks indicate a low rate of speed when they went over.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Maybe they were spaced out.

Maybe. And then again, maybe somebody forced them to drive up here and slugged

them. Well, that's occurred to us. And if so, robbery wasn't the motive. They

had over 400 cash between them. Is that right?

Thank you. Okay, bye-bye.

She is with the 5-0 officer and they are headed eastward.

Okay, I got it.

He didn't even stop.

Did you expect him to?

Did you?

You trying to kill somebody?

You're saying that the lack of internal bleeding alone would fortify that

position, doctor?

Very well.

Thank you.

Marty Watson and his wife were killed by blows to the back of the head, and it's

very likely that they were inflicted before the car went over the cliff.

Then that makes it three no accidents.

The bus driver did not trip and fall on a stairway.

A bruise at the back of his neck indicates it was snapped before he fell.

Lorna, patch me through to chemo, please.

The driver of that truck.

Definitely tried to run you off the road.

What do you got?

Marty Watson, his wife, and the bus driver, all three.

Murder one, definitely.

Is there any connection?

Only the one we already know about. All three were on the same tour bus.

Somebody's very nervous out there.

What do you think he's after?

We've got to find a common denominator until we do. Everybody on that bus is a

possible target.

So the survivors will have to be alerted immediately.

Well, Angie doesn't know who they were, Steve.

Okay, then I'll meet you at the office of, what was it, uh, Honolulu Island

Tours?

We'll try to get a passenger list.

Okay, Captain. Thank you.

Hello, Captain.

What happened, Steve?

Ah, incendiary. Light a fluid bomb, probably.

The passenger list went up in smoke, along with all the other records.

Angie, you gotta try to remember who was on that bus with you.

Let's see. There was a middle-aged couple from Kansas.

Maybe.

And a young Hawaiian student.

And a Japanese professor who knew all about birds.

I think he teaches ornithology at the University of Hawaii.

Yeah. What was his name?

I don't know.

Okay, Kimo, we're gonna run up to the university.

Get trucked. Check out the tour desks at the various hotels. They may remember

someone inquiring about a bird-watching tour.

Right.

And, uh, the Audubon Society, too, they sometimes run these tours.

The pictures. They're still wet.

We're gonna have to speed up the operation.

Range immediately for air shipment.

But things are going so smoothly.

Five-O has been brought into this. We won't wait for the freighter.

Five-O?

You hard of hearing?

One... Two... Three accounted for.

And now you, young lady.

Vandals. Pointless wanton destruction.

You law people should do something about these hoodlums.

Yeah, I'd like to.

Shambles.

What's this world coming to?

By the way, I took a lovely photo of you this morning.

I must give it to you.

Such a shame.

It's here somewhere, one of those newfangled pictures in a minute.

Can you tell if anything was actually stolen, Professor?

Who would steal flammulated owls and ruddy ducks?

No, nothing's gone.

Just my respect for today's youth.

I must have left it at the apartment.

I'll see that you get the picture, my dear.

Thank you. Professor, everybody on that bus is in danger. You realize that? I'm

a black belt, Mr. McGarrett.

Let them come and get me. They've gotten three already.

Do you know any of the other passengers?

Just the student, Johnny Solomão.

I'm sure all of us belong to the Audubon Society, if that's any help.

Yeah, we're looking into that.

Where does this student live?

Heaven knows where he lives.

But tomorrow at dawn, he'll be surfing off Coco Head.

It's a ritual with him.

Bye.

Johnny!

Are we close?

We're there, Coco Head Beach.

I wonder what's going on.

Mr. McGarrett.

What do we got, officer?

It's a drowning, sir.

It's Johnny.

Another one, huh?

Marty Watson is what?

The bus driver.

Now, a champion swimmer disappears off his surfboard and drowns.

Somebody's killing a lot of people. Why? What's the common bond?

You said Johnny was in a fight earlier, Kimo?

Yeah, that's right, Steve.

According to his girlfriend, some big local guy came in and tried to

burglarize him.

They surprised him. He pulled a knife on Johnny. Johnny mopped up the floor with

him, threw him out.

Nothing stolen.

Yeah, but somebody broke into Angie's apartment also. Why?

Looking for something, maybe?

What?

Here's Johnny's girlfriend's address.

Still no word on the missing couple? Nothing.

Pick this up, will you, please? Yeah.

All right, the only thing we have in common so far is that they were all

passengers on the same bus.

Where did it go, Angie?

Well, we started here at Honolulu Island Tours.

then went over to the forest, then over to the bird haven for lunch, and then

back home.

What happened on the trip? Pick up any additional passengers? Stop for

anything? Anything unusual about the tour?

We had a blowout. That's unusual.

A blowout?

Where? Oh, uh, on a back road near an old sugar mill.

So you had to stop and change a tire.

Then what?

Everyone got out of the bus, took a few pictures, looked for birds.

Pictures?

Did everybody on the tour have a camera? I think so. I think it's a basic part of

a birdwatcher's equipment.

Yeah?

And maybe the basic thing we're looking for.

Remember the professor wanted to give you a picture but couldn't find it?

That's right.

So he had a camera, too.

Now, what about your film? Have you turned it into the paper yet?

No, I haven't had a chance.

Then you still have it.

Yes, of course. It's at home.

This is where the burglar broke in, right here.

Look, here's my camera case and everything, just like I left it.

The film.

It's exposed.

This, too.

All of it.

My God, the last two days of shooting, my whole photo story.

So now we know for sure.

It's something about the pictures that were taken, huh? Something what?

You mean it's my photo story?

Photo story is not enough to get three people killed in an attempt on your

life.

Hello?

Yes, he's right here. It's for you.

McGarrett.

The prologue came back, Steve, after Johnny's death.

Yeah, and what's missing?

Camera? Film? Yeah, how'd you know that?

His camera and all his film are gone.

Okay, I'll explain later, Truck.

Check with HPD. See if Marty and his wife's film is missing, huh?

One of you on that bus may have photographed something of importance

without even knowing it.

Now, is this all the film that you took?

All of it.

No!

I have a little one-tenth that I carry with me all the time.

It's here.

Good.

Okay, the HPD film lab is the fastest. Let's go. Okay.

These are the only two shots you've developed, Rudy? So far.

Mill seems to be deserted, all right.

Wait a minute.

And this one?

Looks like somebody's lying outside on a chaise.

I've got something interesting for you in the fix, Steve.

Come on in.

Yeah, it is a man reclining on a chaise, isn't it? I thought you'd be pleased.

Can we get an electronic enhancement, Rudy? Maybe this face will come up.

It'll take a bit of time, Steve, but I'll get right on it.

A man reclining on a chaise.

Outside an abandoned sugar mill.

Out in the middle of nowhere.

All seems a bit odd to me.

I've got to find out what's going on out there.

Thank you.

Just a building inspector grubs routine

Hi,

can I help you sir?

Yeah, I'm a building inspector You know this relic was condemned ten

years ago

I don't know why anybody want to rent it.

Now, let me see. It says, um... It says here you leased this place from, uh...

Trans-Allied Sugar.

It's just a short-term arrangement.

It better be.

I'll just have a look around, huh?

We're not using the facility properly, just as sheltered lower level.

The film?

Destroyed.

The married couple?

No trace, but in view of the time, why... Find them. Get their film.

And the woman photographer?

But, Herr Derwetscher, we have destroyed her film.

Kleber, are you questioning my instructions?

No, sir, but we're worried about the film. We didn't want to go on killing

people. My instructions were because she's working with 5-0 and could be part

of their outfit to bring her here.

What she knows could be far more important than any picture she took.

How am I getting through, Cleaver?

Yes, sir.

Your instructions will be carried out.

You don't have permission for this canning operation.

Well, it's only temporary. We didn't modify the premises in any way.

Uh-huh. Well, you're still gonna have to have a permit.

Okay. We'll make an application, but we'll probably be out of here even

before it's issued.

Will you mind initialing that form for me, please?

Sure.

There you go.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

I just should have found time to drop the film off. I'm sorry.

That's right. You should have.

So, uh, how about doing a follow-up, huh?

reroute Marty Watts' last day, where he and his bride went on their honeymoon,

the tour, the theater, the accident?

I don't know.

Somebody else is going to do it if you don't, Angie.

And maybe not as well.

Yeah.

OK. OK. You got it.

Turn right at the next corner.

I said turn right at the next corner.

This makes sense. F rating canned pineapple to Paraguay?

Fresh maybe, but canned no way.

Who's in such a hurry to receive canned pineapple?

Nobody.

Here, have a swallow, Steve.

Oh, boy.

Luana, see if there's an Interpol file out there on Zurich Mutual or Zurich

International, please.

Who is that?

If I'm right, and I think I am, he's the con artist of the century.

It's your international.

Anthony Delvecchi.

Hey, come on, Steve. He's dead.

Oh. You're looking at him, right there, dozing in the sun.

He got lost in a storm somewhere off the Bahamas.

Apparently, that's an impression he'd like to keep alive.

I never heard of this Delvicky, Steve.

King of the swindlers, Chuck.

Made the best of the breed look like pikers. Built American investors out of

$100 million or so and then vanished.

There's the reason for the killings.

Fear of discovery.

And maybe something else, Steve.

Yeah, maybe.

Let's try to find out.

Thank you very much. We'll contact you again.

Mr. Grubbs will pay you.

When you've paid them off, load the unlabeled cans.

You'd better hurry, Cleaver.

Air cargo has to check in by 2.30.

Yes, sir.

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

I'm a newspaper photographer.

You're more than that.

How long have you been working with Five-O?

Look, whoever you are, I work strictly for the Star Press.

Should I ask her again, sir?

Be patient, Santos.

Well, Miss Walker, how long?

If you don't mind, who am I talking to?

I am the man you came out here to take a picture of. I came out here to

photograph Marty Watts, his wife, and maybe a few birds.

We take pictures, too.

They're on the desk.

Look at them.

In newspaper jargon, you might call them morgue shots.

Who did you think you were going to take a picture of out here?

Well, Miss Walker?

I told you the truth.

Please believe me.

You want her to fall out the window?

Steve, Canning's in the other building.

Okay, let's go.

A do-it-yourself cannery, huh? Yeah, strictly a mom-and-pop operation.

If you embezzled $100 million in that in cash...

How could you get it out of the country without the FBI and IRS finding out

about it?

Oh, put in gold, platinum, diamonds maybe, any other precious stone.

Let's sample their product, huh? Okay.

Grab one of those cases.

Tastes like pineapple.

Looks like pineapple.

Thank God.

Wow. The 24th carat, I'd say, by the looks of it.

Yeah, they put the money in the gold bullion and smelted it somewhere else.

Ain't those pretty little wattons there?

Figure. Two ounces to a washer.

Three washers to a can.

Six ounces to a can.

Twenty-four cans to a case.

With the price of gold, what do you have today?

Yeah, we're looking at maybe $100 million worth of pineapple cake.

Certainly worth shipping by air.

Where's the last case?

We just loaded it. No, we didn't. It was right there when we loaded the tuck.

You sure?

Of course.

Are you finished loading?

There's something wrong here, sir.

What is it?

I don't know yet, sir.

It should've last.

Drop it. Drop it.

Quiet.

Get in there.

Spotted this yesterday.

Delvecchi, this is McGarrett.

You two men are in custody. Come down and surrender yourself.

He must think I'm alone. Stay there.

You think you can get up there?

I think so, Steve.

If you can free Angie, I think I know how I can draw him into the open.

You got it.

Do you want to watch her fall and break her neck or reach a sensible agreement?

I want your answer, McGarrett.

I'm considering it. Don't pressure me.

Take it, Steve.

I got the lady.

Good.

I've got your gold, Delvecchi.

Say goodbye to it.

My gold!

Come back with my gold!

Run!

Steve, we got him. He fell. He's dead.

Say again?

Del Vecchi's dead.

On my way.

I was a boy, my father used to give us a penny a line to learn poetry.

I remember one that went, gold, gold, gold, gold,

bright and yellow, hard and cold, molten, graven,

hammered and rolled, heavy to get, light to hold,

hoarded, farted, bought and sold, stolen,

Borrowed, squandered, doled.

Spurned by the young, hugged by the old.

Price of many a crime untold.

Judges and senates have been bought for gold.

Esteem and love were never to be sold.

What is fame?

An empty bubble.

What is gold but shining trouble?

Kimo, take the lady home. Call HPD in the car now.

I'll stay here with the Lou. Right, Steve.

Goodbye, Angie.

Goodbye, Mr.

McGarrett.

And thank you.