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The deceased was full of chloral hydrate and the horse was feeling no pain.

You mean the horse was drugged too?

It's been so long.

We have teenage memories.

$100,000 will go a long way to making up for the past 20 years.

Strange journey from Moorville, Idaho, as someone once said.

Why me, Steve?

Because I want the best speaker available for the police graduation

luncheon. I never learned public speaking. That's why I want you. We

won't have a cliche-laden luncheon.

You flatter me, but I don't think I'm qualified.

Oh, Dave, of course you are.

You studied at the FBI Academy after you got out of law school, and you're going

to be our next senator.

I wish I had your kind of confidence.

It's a rotten business, Dave.

Politics.

I don't know why you want any part of it, but you've got my vote.

You should be my campaign manager. No, no. Thanks. I've got enough problems

right where I am.

When did you say this graduation was?

Next Friday.

That's only a week and a half before election.

I have a very hectic schedule. Hey, consider it from this point of view.

The newspapers have guaranteed full coverage, and TV stations will carry it

statewide.

Now, that kind of coverage can never hurt a candidate.

Okay, Steve.

I'll make a deal with you. I'll speak at the graduation banquet on two

conditions.

Name them.

No cream chicken and peas, and give me a lift home. My car's in the shop. You got

him.

Senator, it's been a strange journey, Steve.

From a little town in Idaho to here, now maybe Washington.

You'd have to be a clairvoyant to see all that 20 years ago.

You mean you didn't see it?

No.

But somebody did.

Oh, yeah.

How's your Margot taking?

The usual composure.

And she's right not to go off into the stratosphere.

The polls right now are nip and tuck. Don't forget you're fighting an

incumbent, you know, Laurie.

Of course I do.

Hi, Mr. Lawrence.

Hello, Laurie. Keep you waiting? I was just standing here, quietly trying to

figure out what your majority's going to be.

We might even vote for you. I'm depending on you.

Thank you.

Well, thanks for the lift.

Oh, incidentally, I still go horseback riding every morning, and you're still

invited.

You too, Laurie.

The Manaloa Academy out in Wahiawa.

Hold it just a minute, please.

You know, he's been following us. Did you get a good look at him? No. Laurie?

No.

I remember spotting him in that parking lot downtown.

He had a slight limp.

Would you like to come in? No, thank you, Margo.

I've got to take Laurie home, if you'll excuse us. Thanks very much, folks.

Good morning.

It's 76 degrees in Honolulu, going to an expected high of 83 degrees.

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you the following special bulletin. from our

on-the-scene reporter.

This is your KGMB mobile unit on the scene where a man and horse in a tragic

accident plunged down the steep mountainside this morning to their

deaths. The medics are arriving and perhaps we'll get some clue to this

unfortunate accident, some theory to explain what happened at the Mauna Loa

Riding Academy trails on Heather Drive.

No identification has been found on the dead man. Now back to our studio.

It's not pretty.

Hold it, guys.

The radio said no ID.

How about Jack Smith, Laurie?

Not on him.

There's nothing on him. No wallet, no cars, no papers.

But when he went to the stables to sign up for a month, that's the name he gave.

What happened?

Of course, Bullitt, I guess.

That riding trail is lined with trees and brush, but when that horse came

through, it was like tall grass.

Outdoor type, middle 40s.

But it's not the Hawaiian sun on his face. Ben says wind, long exposure.

Could he have had a limp?

Left leg's an inch shorter than the right. The shin bone was crushed in two

places. Compound fracture's about 10 years old.

And other evidence of broken bones.

Shoulder, wrist.

Rodeo rider.

Bronc buster, maybe?

But if it was a rodeo hand, you'd think you'd be able to handle a spooked horse

better than I.

Okay, Laurie, stay there.

See what you can come up with.

Right.

We'd like a report on the horse, too, Ben.

The horse? They must be nuts.

I heard the roving reporter on the car radio, and I deterred to take a look.

I remembered your riding academy up on Mauna Loa.

I heard the reports.

It was a terrible accident.

Did you tell Steve all about this?

He wondered if you went riding this morning.

Yes, I did.

And that's why you wanted to have lunch with me.

Well, it is kind of an odd coincidence.

Yes.

I can see that.

i was there lori i saw it happen i might have been responsible for his death what

do you mean i was coming back up the trail after my ride

he was riding toward me there was something

funny looked out of control

hadn't hesitated just that second or two there is something called reaction time

now i wouldn't have hesitated a millionth of a second if it were margo

that's instinctive whatever instincts really are well why didn't i react with

my instinct then or as i sat there frozen did

i believe it could be dangerous if i did reach him

If I did try to pull up that crazy horse, I could have gone over the cliff

with him.

Was I afraid?

Is that what held me back, Laurie?

Did you recognize the man?

No. Why?

I think he was the man who was following us yesterday.

The man with the limp.

Who was he?

Have you identified him?

We're investigating.

No prints on file in Washington?

Isn't that unusual, Lieutenant?

Okay, I appreciate that.

Lieutenant Akani? Right.

He said you got everything at the writing academy he did.

Everything being the name of the deceased, Jack Smith.

You know, there was really a good hunch Steve had about Jack Smith being too

obvious to be an alias.

Hmm. What about the airlines?

Yeah, Smith came in on flight 247 from San Francisco yesterday afternoon.

And the car?

Dark green sedan rented at the airport to Jack Smith.

Did he use a credit card?

Cash.

Steve and Duke are waiting for us. Where?

Royal Palm Motel. Oh,

my first.

That's the car that was following us yesterday.

Find anything, Steve?

Not much.

We found a round-trip bus ticket.

Moraville. Where's that?

I call the bus company. It's a little town in Idaho.

Idaho? Does that mean anything, Steve?

Oh, maybe.

Jack Smith.

I can't believe that name, but apparently it's his real one.

He takes a bus from Marville, San Francisco, and a plane here, and then a

car to Dave Lawrence's house.

He takes off like a rabbit and tries to run me down when he realizes I spotted

him tailing us.

The same Jack Smith hires a horse at the Mauna Loa Riding Academy this morning.

Where Dave Lawrence rides often and where, in a bizarre accident, Smith is

found dead, with all his I.D. missing.

Hello, Mr. McGarrett.

Hi, Lieutenant. Anything?

You didn't get the coroner's report?

No. Murder?

Yep. The deceased was full of chloral hydrate, and the horse was feeling no

pain. You mean the horse was drugged, too? No question. That horse's

bloodstream was loaded with a powerful amphetamine, and we picked up some heavy

sugar content.

Probably soaked in sugarcane, huh? Right.

But what spooked the horse was a deep jab in its rump with a sharp instrument

that pierces high.

Strange journey from Moorville, Idaho, as someone once said.

He told Steve it was a strange journey from a little town in Idaho.

What little town, Mr. Lawrence?

Why do you ask?

Jack Smith, the man who rode to his death, was also from a little town in

Idaho.

Morroville.

So you did track him down.

I was born in Morroville.

You said you didn't recognize him.

I didn't.

Not when he drove by in his car the other evening.

But you recognized him at the Academy, didn't you?

Yes.

By then, I knew who Smith was.

When you and Steve dropped me off at home... I had some reading to do.

Who could that be?

I don't know.

Yes?

So you're David Lawrence?

Yes. Can I help you?

I'm Jack Smith.

I'm Eva's husband.

Eva?

Eva Pritchett?

Oh.

Eva Smith now.

Well, how is she?

Is she all right?

Sure. Sure, she's all right.

Not living as good as you.

Maybe that'll all change now.

See, $100,000 will go a long way to making up for these...

For these past 20 years, what I half suspected, all these years, I

finally dragged out Eva.

Huh?

What happened before we met?

Before we got married?

Now, if you want all of that to hit the fan, that's OK with me.

For 100 big ones, I go back to the mountains and Eva, and you

go on to Washington and be that big shot senator as if...

as if I never found out.

Blackmail. Oh, no, no, no, no. I call it payment for 20 years of silence.

No.

What? No.

I won't be blackmailed.

I wonder what it would be worth to the guy that's...

running against you.

Get out.

He hasn't thought it all out yet.

I thought about this for the past 20 years.

Well, now it's different, Lawrence.

Now it's not just your conscience about a felony. Now you... Now you have a wife

and a cushy law practice and getting elected senator so you can have

breakfast with the president.

All that's out the window.

If... Get out.

Talk it over with the missus.

Lawrence.

You sleep on it.

Who's Eva?

A girl.

A young woman I knew.

A long time ago.

I haven't seen her or spoken to her in over 20 years.

The blackmail involves her?

And me.

He must have followed me to the riding academy yesterday morning to press the

blackmail.

When I saw his horse running across that clearing, maybe I wanted him

to die.

Maybe that's why I froze that half second, so it would be too late.

Dave told me about Smith that night.

I see.

Who else did you tell?

I called three of our party men.

Phil McCorkindale, our labor man.

George Sullivan, financial man, fundraiser.

Winnie Winston, state chairman.

They all came to my house night before last.

I told them...

that a 20-year-old scandal was about to break because I had just turned down a

blackmail threat.

And I said I was going to withdraw my name as a candidate because I did not

want to embarrass my party or my law associate.

They couldn't let Dave quit.

They said it was too late.

They were committed to him.

Did you tell them what the scandal was about?

No. What was it, Mr. Lawrence? Well, whatever it was is academic now. Smith's

dead. Mr. Lawrence, what happened 20 years ago?

It's done.

Finished. No, it isn't. A man was murdered, and there's nothing academic

about that.

Then after a half-hour argument with the district attorney, he agreed to hold off

24 hours.

That doesn't give chemo a lot of time. More than we thought we could.

DA had a point, Steve.

He said from all the evidence so far, not only is David Lawrence withholding

evidence, he's uncooperative.

Yeah. Well, that's a matter of opinion.

But I think that's why he's giving us the extra 24 hours.

He's as curious about what happened in Moraville, Idaho, 20 years ago as we

are.

Besides, he's up for re-election. He's playing it safe.

Do you think they'll ever separate law enforcement from politics?

Never. You're a cynic, Steve.

Right. Virtue is the only good, and self-control the only means of achieving

virtue.

Who said that?

The original cynic.

Anthisthenes of Athens.

Who else could get away with it?

Did you find what you was looking for?

Just the vital statistics.

David Lawrence, born June 29th, 1937, to Sarah and Eugene Lawrence in Marville.

Population was 632 then.

Uh, you don't, uh, you don't remember any, uh, any events, scandal, or

an accident involving David Lawrence here, do you?

I'm sorry.

This is range country, isn't it?

Yeah.

Maybe something outside of town. I don't know any Lawrence family.

Say, you might do better over at the paper.

Sarah May's done lived here most all her life.

Okay. Thanks a lot.

Sure, I knew about the blackmail attempt, but Lawrence is my union's man,

and we can't very well switch horses in the middle of a stretch run.

You know, that guy Smith was a parasite.

Lawrence is a good man.

Be a good senator.

Wasn't Smith's murder a stroke of luck for you personally, Mr. McCorkindale?

What are you referring to?

Your handling of the union pension fund.

That wasn't my handling.

It was my responsibility, but the handling was done in Philadelphia,

national headquarters.

And Lawrence promised us to press for a Philadelphia investigation if he's

elected, right?

That's one reason I'm backing him.

And that's what I said.

Smith dying was a stroke of luck for you, too.

What are you hitting at, Luke Keller?

Are you accusing me of murder?

Because if you are, you better book me right now.

Otherwise, get off my case.

Somewhere there in the winter of 58.

58?

58.

Rachel Armis.

May. Sarah May.

Sarah May.

With visibility close to zero.

An accident near the Stone Creek Road last Tuesday took the life of Minerva

Lawrence, 67.

Eva Pritchard was driving the family Edsel and skidded off the slippery road

and struck Minerva as she was crossing from the hen house.

In the car at the time was David Lawrence, Minerva's nephew.

He immediately went for help, but by the time Dr. Thompson got there, Minerva was

dead.

The young couple was just returning from the movies in town.

That's it?

An accident in the snowstorm?

That's it.

Of course, Minnie dying solved a little problem for young Davy Lawrence.

What problem?

Well, Davy wanted to go to law school at Stanford.

That's a pay school.

Ever since his folks died, he'd been living with his rich old Aunt Minnie.

She was dead set against spending all that money on schooling.

Yeah, I see.

So when she died... That solved the problem.

The story says you're a young couple.

Were they married?

Keep in company.

Never did understand why they broke up.

Davy went away to Stanford, and Eva, she married Smitty about a year later.

That'd be around May, June 59.

59. Does Eva still live in Marville?

About 30 miles north, right off the highway.

Okay, sir.

thank you very much welcome you'll hear about that man smith's death his murder

oh yes of course his murder most distressing but an extortionist takes

certain risks when he practices his trade doesn't he tell me something about

the first unified banking group mr solomon oh they're a conglomerate

competitors of yours oh intense and unprincipled competitors You're pressing

the Justice Department to investigate them in connection with antitrust

violations? And if David Lawrence is elected, he promises to press those

investigations. Ah.

So your interest in David Lawrence's election is more than altruistic.

Altruism has nothing to do with politics, Miss Wilson.

And if you know my motive for wanting that extortionist dead, I assume you

know everybody else's.

Winnie Winston's, for instance.

Steve McGarrett has it on the best authority.

What best authority?

I'll ask the question, Mr. Winston.

Right now we're examining motives.

And what motive could I possibly have for killing a man I don't know, I have

never seen or even heard of, before I read about his accident in the paper?

Ambition? Power?

They're very beguiling.

Is ambition a dirty word?

Oh, not at all.

I think your campaign to get Dave Lawrence elected to national office is

commendable.

Totally geared to his image as a incorruptible, dynamic, non-politician.

And that's exactly what he is. I understand you personally sponsored his

candidacy and are, shall we say, heavily contributed to his campaign fund?

That's right. And I am not withdrawing my support now because of some vague,

unverifiable 20-year-old indiscretion. I'm not suggesting that you withdraw

your support, Mr. Winston.

But it's obvious, isn't it, that if David Lawrence wins, you have the inside

shot at the national chairmanship of your party?

And if a threat existed, being an ambitious man, that threat may have to

be eliminated.

In other words, if Lawrence fails, you fail.

That's slanderous, Mr. McGarrett.

Really? And furthermore, Lawrence is not going to fail. And I suggest that

whatever happened 24 years ago stay exactly where it is, dead and buried in

the past.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I have more important things to do with my time.

Looks like nobody's home.

That's a fact.

You wouldn't have any idea where she might be, would you?

Couldn't say.

This town ain't that small, mister.

Yeah.

Yes?

Are... Are you Mrs. Lawrence?

Yes. Can I help you?

Oh, I'm, um... I'm Eva Pritchard-Smith, and I'd like to talk to Mr.

Lawrence.

Davy Lawrence.

Davy's in the study with a visitor.

Oh, oh, I don't want to disturb anyone. Oh, I'm sure it'll be all right.

Abby? Excuse me.

Abby, this is Laurie Wilson.

This is Eva Pritchard.

Hello, Eva.

Oh, Margot.

We've met at the door.

Margot, how about that cup of coffee?

What? Coffee?

Coffee? Yes, of course.

How are you?

I don't recognize you, Davey.

It's been so long.

We have teenage memories.

And like photographs, they don't change with the years.

Evie, I'm so sorry about your husband.

There was times when I wondered what my life might be like.

I wondered a thousand times.

You've reached where I never could go.

Oh, I knew it.

I just knew it, Davey. I knew one day you'd be somebody really important.

You made all this possible.

You sent me on my way.

How much do you know, Laurie?

Quite a lot.

We got a report from Morroville.

I know all of it.

It was something about an accident in a snowstorm?

When his aunt was killed.

What happened there? We know that David wanted to go to law school.

And his aunt didn't want to spend the money. A point of contention between

them? That the whole town knew about.

There were arguments.

Harsh things said by both of them.

A frugal old lady and an adolescent boy.

Even a shouty match one afternoon in the grocery store with the sheriff

listening.

She wasn't going to let him go to Stanford, so when there was the accident

and the storm... It was an accident, wasn't it?

Yes.

Margot, was Eva driving the car?

No, it was David.

But the accident report... David said that when the car hit his aunt, he

didn't think she was dead.

He went for the doctor on foot through the storm. When he got back about 40

minutes later, the sheriff was there and his Aunt Minnie was dead and Eva... Eva

had said that she was driving the car and if there was any fault, it was hers.

Oh, and she took the blame because she felt it might be awkward for David?

More than awkward.

He was due at Stanford enrollment.

There would have been suspicions and questioning and... and the woman in

there.

The girl that David thought at that time he was going to marry. Couldn't bear

depriving the boy she loved of his chance in life.

I guess she knew even then where he could go and what he might become, and

she didn't want to stand in his way.

You never answered my letters.

Oh.

Smitty.

He found the only one I kept.

I should have burned it, too.

He made me tell him the truth, Davey.

He said a man in your position should have to pay for what he's done.

He said even if it was an accident, it was breaking the law, letting the lie

stand.

When I found out too late, he was on his way here to undo it.

I came after him to talk him out of it.

Somebody did stop him, Evie.

And I'm not sorry.

Not when I see everything here.

Everything you've done with your life.

Now I know I did the right thing letting you go.

Dear sweet Evie, you were wiser, more loyal than I.

Maybe only more in love, Davy.

He tried that next morning to tell the sheriff he'd been driving the car, but

the sheriff wouldn't believe him. He probably felt the boy was trying to

protect the girl.

And of course, that would increase Davy's sense of guilt.

Margo.

I'm taking Eva back to her hotel.

Listen, Paul, you promised us that we'd have at least 24 hours. Now, we still

have a few hours left.

Have you made any progress?

Of course we've made progress.

Like what?

Motives, for instance.

Along with HPD, we've been checking alibis for the time of the murder.

What about the blackmail?

No, this is not a case of ordinary blackmail. Will you trust me, Paul?

As soon as I get a little more...

The whole thing's a shaker.

What's the widow doing here?

I haven't had a chance to talk with her. I said I'd get back to you, Paul.

Trust me, will you?

Boy, it's really pressing.

Luana, get me Mrs.

Eva Smith, please, at her hotel.

I think we better keep this woman in sight.

Right, Steve.

Our murder obviously killed Smith to keep him quiet.

And if he thought Eva just being here might leak something about Dave

Lawrence, she could be in trouble.

Don't answer it.

Hi, Duke.

How was Idaho?

It was cold.

What's that number with Eva Smith?

We lost track of her.

She was supposed to be in the hotel room, but when Steve called, there was

no answer. She just fell out of sight, disappeared.

Well,

there's a hundred places she could be. She could be out shopping.

She be sightseeing?

Uh-uh.

Good enough, huh?

Well, maybe she took off for the mainland.

As of less than an hour ago, she hadn't checked out of the hotel.

We tried the airlines.

We tried everything.

Steve thinks she might be in danger, huh?

He thinks it's a possibility.

He wants us to keep looking for her and to check out of Phil McCorkendale at

Union Headquarters.

Also, Winnie Winston, George Sullivan, and Bird Briggs, Dave Lawrence's

partner. He seems to be missing since lunch, too.

She said she was going to wait in her hotel.

I was to pick her up later this afternoon.

Did you call her?

Or speak to her? I called her, but she wasn't in her room.

What time was that?

Three o'clock.

Maybe a little later.

She was there about three o'clock.

The desk clerk gave her her key.

But a little after three, she wasn't there anymore.

My God.

Steve doesn't think I'd do anything to harm her, does he?

I guess he wonders what your intentions are.

I don't know.

And what you're planning to do about the election?

I don't know that either.

Need some soul searching.

I have to think about it.

I'd like to expose the whole story, but it would only look as if I'd been hiding

behind a woman's skirts all these years.

That's exactly what I've been doing.

McGarrett. Hello, Steve.

Hello, Kimo. How was the trip?

Fine, Steve.

We're at the Prince region.

Winston was picked up here 20 minutes ago.

Picked up?

Yeah, by Lieutenant Akane.

Winston came in here and wanted to settle a Beaver Smith's hotel bill and

pick up her luggage.

Said she was waiting for him outside in his car.

But she wasn't.

Nobody was in the car.

Where's Winston now?

Downtown being...

Okay, Kimo, I'll meet you there. Tell Duke to stick around the hotel in case

Eva shows up.

Strangely enough, McGarrett, I'm glad to see you. I trust you bring a touch of

sanity to all this madness?

You said Eva Smith was in your car.

When and where did you pick her up?

Three o'clock in her hotel room.

Wait a minute.

I called her about three o'clock at her hotel.

There was no answer.

There were about two calls then.

I told her not to answer.

Why? What did you want with her?

Conversation, McGarrett.

I explained after I found out that she had come here to protect David Lawrence

that every minute she stayed on the island, in reality, she was a threat to

him. Yeah?

And then what?

She decided to take the 650 flight to San Francisco.

She packed her bags.

I went down to the lobby to pay her hotel bill, and she was supposed to take

the elevator down to the parking level and wait for me in my car.

When I got to the front desk and asked for her bill, Lieutenant Akane grabbed

me. Why?

Why wasn't she waiting in the car? How do I know? All I know is that when Akane

and I went out to the parking level, she wasn't there.

That's it?

That's it.

All right, officer. Take him back to his cell.

McGarrett, I want out.

I have no designs on Eva Smith.

I know she's here to protect Lawrence. Now, will you kindly inform Lieutenant

Akane that I am not a suspect?

How can I do that, Winston?

That's what we have courts for.

Steve, if we're worried about Eva, then the killer's got to believe she's a

threat too.

That's right.

But she isn't.

Justice Winston said she's here to protect Lawrence.

Who would be a threat to Dave Lawrence and his election?

That's it.

His wife, she's the threat.

She knows the story.

What do you mean?

No, please.

There's no time to lose, Kimo. We've got to find Eva.

Call Lawrence at his office. Tell him I'll be at his home and to get there as

soon as possible.

Margot, may I come in?

Yes, of course.

Are you all right, Margot?

Yes, I'm fine.

Have you spoken to Dave in the last, let's say, hour or so?

No, why do you ask?

Because Eva's missing. And if something happened to her, that would be ironic,

because she came here to protect Dave, not to hurt him.

Do you know who killed Smith?

Yeah, I think so.

I think so, but I must confess, I didn't really consider the facts and clues

connected with Smith's murder carefully enough before now.

What clues, Steve?

Well, for instance, the drug. The drug in Smith's stomach that incapacitated

him, kept him from controlling that wild horse.

Who could have given it to him?

Anybody. A glass of water, a cup of coffee.

No. Not anybody.

It had to be somebody Smith knew.

Somebody who could get close to him.

And how did Smith get up to the writing academy?

I don't know.

His rented car, perhaps.

But the car was found at his motel.

Who drove it back there?

Maybe he didn't drive up.

Couldn't he have taken a cab?

Well, we checked with all the cab companies.

No, no, Marco. He drove his own car up there, and the killer...

Drove it back to the motel.

Now, let me ask you something.

Who would Smith know well enough to give his car keys to?

His wife?

Yeah, his wife.

Hello.

Is Davey here?

Come in, Eva.

We're expecting you.

You knew I'd be coming here.

Yes, Eva. We know everything now.

Well, then you know I must kill her.

Kill her?

Well, you understand that, don't you?

She's gonna tell on David. No, Amy, please.

Please.

That's not gonna help Dave.

My God, Steve, she's insane.

Nobody wants to hurt Dave.

Especially Marco.

She wants to ruin him.

She wants him to tell everything.

But I'm going to protect my Davey.

Just like I always done. You don't really care about him.

You don't love him.

Not like I do.

I can't let you destroy him.

Evie, please. Please. It's all over. We know what happened that night.

20 years ago. We know all about it.

We know Dave was driving the car, not you.

It's not fair.

It wasn't Davey's fault.

It was an accident.

But your husband's death wasn't an accident, was it?

You killed him, didn't you? And you killed him the same day, didn't you?

Smitty.

Smitty beat me.

Made me tell.

I didn't want to tell.

He never really understood about Davey and me.

I couldn't let him hurt my Davey.

Now could I?

Margo?

Margo?

Margot. Evie.

Davy, it's all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Dave, tell her, please.

Would you tell her that she can't help you this way?

Evie. It's the only way, Davy.

Don't you see?

I can't wait any longer.

But we can be together again, just like we were before.

Eva.

Eva, give it to me.

Davey's here to take you out tonight.

You're going out with him, aren't you?

We're going to the dance tonight at the lake.

Oh, and I'm so excited.

How do I look, Davey?

Do you like my dress?

I made it special for you.

I wanted to surprise you.

I like it, Evie.

Very much.

My Davey.

How I dreamed of tonight.

Kiss me, Davey.

Kiss me.