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Please stash that for me, will you?

Betsy, yoko, I got it!

Are you ready for that? 10,000 bucks.

You're supposed to be a widow in mourning.

Not in here, I'm not. A bottle of champagne, Freddy --

gold label.

Yoko, take the day off. Help me celebrate.

I don't think so. Okay? See ya.

I don't think my roomy approves.

Anna, the man doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Neither do I. Come on, Freddy.

What do you want me to tell him if he should call?

Tell him pleasure before business.

Tell him Patience is a virtue. Tell him anything.

Oh, Betsy, I'm free now.

Yeah, sure.

Marvelous taxicab driver, thank you very much.

Now here you go. Thank you very much.

Oops. Oh.

$20s...

Hardly worth picking up.

Ah. Hi.

What do we got?

Not sure, Steve.

Looked like hit and run.

It's 3:45 A.M., lieutenant. How does five-o fit in?

I found this in her bag --

receipt for $10,000, g.I. Insurance.

Dated this afternoon. Any sign of the money?

None.

What else?

From the look of her, the way she was hit,

it's like she was face down in the middle of the road.

Okay.

Betsy.

Who is it?

Mcgarrett.

Mcgarrett.

You know how much I dig you,

and I'd be honored any other time,

but, oh, not today. It's my head.

I need some answers, Betsy baby.

I need an eye-opener.

How are you, Betsy?

Don't ask. Business couldn't be worse.

The booze on this lousy rock is too expensive.

I can't even water it down anymore since I got pinched.

And that lousy boyfriend of mine

just banged up my new car.

Now I got bursitis in my right toe.

The doctor says it's the gout,

but I don't believe him.

You know something, mcgarrett?

In this lousy world,

for every ounce of pleasure, there's a pound of pain.

I'm sorry I asked, Betsy.

So how's by you?

Girl named Anna stockton shroder

work here?

Sure. Why?

She here last night?

Afternoon and night.

What time she leave?

Closing time -- 3:00 A.M.

Who was she with?

Nobody. She called a cab.

Was she carrying a lot of bread, Betsy?

How should I know?

Hey, look, what's all this about?

She's dead.

She was killed last night, Betsy.

Killed? How?

We're not sure. Maybe hit and run.

I-I can't believe it. Annie, dead.

Just a couple of months ago,

she had everything to live for.

Fill me in.

Well, she met this soldier, Eddie shroder.

Fell crazy in love.

Meeting Eddie changed her whole life.

I lost a first-class hostess,

and Anna got a first-class husband.

Thanks, Betsy.

Central dispatch calling mcgarrett.

Yeah, dispatch? Mcgarrett. Go ahead.

Steve, kono here.

Still at the shroder apartment.

Girl just came in -- had her own key.

I'm on my way.

What apartment?

218.

Check the cab companies.

Find out who picked up Anna shroder last night

and brought her from Betsy's to here.

Right.

Who is it?

Mcgarrett, five-o.

Hi. What do you want?

Information. May I come in?

Come on in.

Would you like to sit down?

No, thanks.

Where were you last night, miss Collins?

Working.

After work.

I left with a friend.

Anna?

A male friend.

And you just got in now?

Yes, because I'm a big girl. Now, what's this all about?

I suppose you can prove where you've been.

Sure, I can prove it,

but, uh...

Well, it might prove to be embarrassing.

Your roommate, Anna, did you see her last night?

Yeah, for a while.

What time did she leave?

Uh...at closing.

With whom?

With herself. Why? Is Anna in some kind of trouble?

She's dead.

I'm very sorry.

Uh...

How did it happen?

We don't know. We're not sure. Hit and run, maybe.

Are you sure it was an accident?

We're not sure of anything. What do you think?

Well, I don't know.

Well, I mean, she had a lot of money on her.

Did she have it at Betsy's?

Yeah.

And she was flashing it?

Well, she wasn't hiding it.

Well, she bought half the drinks

in the place last night.

Um...

How well do you know Anna's husband?

Well, actually, I didn't.

You mean you never met him?

No. Why? Does that make me a suspect or something?

No, no. I just figured you were roommates

and worked together...

Well, I mean,

I couldn't keep track of all the guys that Anna met.

All I know is what she told me.

She said she went over to the big island and...

Well, I guess they got married over there,

and I guess he went back to Vietnam.

Anyway, I never met him.

No more questions.

Somebody's lying. I want to find out who.

Ever been to Betsy's?

No.

But I have a feeling you're going to change that.

Army, Navy, marines, take your pick.

Hi.

Hi.

Do you want to sit down?

Yeah. I just wanted to talk.

Well, you talk and I'll listen.

Got troubles?

Yeah. Troubles.

Mm-hmm. Well, you just tell yoko all about them.

Freddy, usual for me. Bourbon?

Yeah.

Freddy, two.

My name's Danny, Danny Carson.

Well, Danny Carson, here's to the end of troubles --

yours, mine, and everybody's.

Yeah, there's a little whiskey in this water.

That's a nice sound.

Huh?

The sound of a girl laughing.

Oh. It must be rough over there.

Yeah, for some it's rough.

For others, like my pal Eddie...

Killed in action?

I came here to see his widow.

Found out she was killed in a car accident.

I guess you knew her. Her name was Anna.

Yeah, I knew her. She was my roommate.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding.

Do you remember Eddie? I mean, they met in here.

-Do you remember him? -No.

A guy about 5'10" with reddish blond hair --

no, I never met him.

What kind of girl was this Anna?

I remember how Eddie talked about her.

Look, I don't know how Eddie talked about her,

and I don't give a rap.

I don't want to talk about her.

Okay, I'm sorry. I just thought --

look, if you came here for a good time, groovy,

I'm your girl, but if you came here to talk

about your buddy and Anna, no thanks.

If I want to get depressed, I'll do it on my own time.

So which is it?

Okay. Here's to good times.

To tonight.

Okay. Tonight.

Ah!

I'm a solder, remember? Not a Navy.

I don't remember nothing.

Hup-two, hup-three, hup-four!

Shh!

Shh! Wait.

Shh.

What are you looking for?

What do you think I'm looking for?

I'm looking for my keys.

Wait.

Shh!

No. Here.

Okay.

Hey, this is a beautiful place.

Well, you just sit down,

and I'm going to make you a drink.

That's what I need, another drink.

Here, sit down. Here. Come here.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Everything.

What difference does it make?

We said no more troubles tonight, remember?

Yeah, that's the trouble. I remembered --

I remembered too much.

What, yoko? What?

You listened to me before. Now it's my turn.

Can I trust you, Danny? Can I?

I've got to trust somebody.

Trust me.

Well...

It's not just Anna.

There were other girls that worked at Betsy's --

Sheila and Maria.

What about them?

Are you sure I can trust you, Danny?

Well, they were all married to soldiers, too,

and they all had accidents like Anna.

And they're all dead. All three of them, dead.

Just dead.

Anna...

Stockton...

Shroder.

Well, that's it.

Three girls all married to soldiers,

all worked at Betsy's, and all dead.

How'd the first two die, Steve?

I'm checking that out with h.P.D. Right now.

Kono.

Yo.

Go down to city hall, bureau of records.

Find out when these girls were married.

Right.

Take care of that head, brother.

Chin, I'd like you to check this out at Scofield.

Here's a list of widows.

I want to know when their husbands were killed,

if the wife was the beneficiary in each case,

and the date the g.I. Insurance was paid.

On my way.

Well, you ready to go back to work?

Yeah, sure.

You know, you really didn't

have to drink that booze, danno.

What do you do with it?

You pour it in the plant.

Steve, do you really expect me

to go around killing plants?

Better than killing yourself.

Jenny, bring in another cup of coffee for danno.

Make it black.

What was the last name again?

Shroder, Anna stockton.

Shroder...shroder. Ah. Here it is.

There you are.

Thanks.

Can I help you with something, brother?

I thought I might be able to help you.

Perhaps if you told me what you were looking for.

You gave me what i'm looking for. Thank you.

Thanks.

Everything all right?

I don't know.

Well, what could be wrong?

I don't know. What could be wrong?

Oh, nothing. Nothing to my knowledge.

Watanu here.

A policeman was right here in my office.

He wanted the file on Anna stockton shroder.

Yes, yes. I must talk to you.

No, I can't leave until 5:00.

All right. I'll see you then.

Let's see now.

You want the records

pertaining to shroder, Anderson, and McKay.

I'd appreciate it, sergeant.

You understand that these records are in my charge.

Yeah, of course.

We're dealing with semi-classified material here.

I don't want them bandied about.

What do I have to do, sarge, come back with a warrant?

Or maybe a personal request from the base commandant?

Now, look, mister, don't you try to pull rank on me.

I want to know if these guys were killed in action.

If so, when, and who the beneficiary was.

I'll give you the information, but in the future --

I'll try to be a little more g.I.

-Say it! -No!

-Say it. -Okay.

Uncle.

That's better.

Ho chi minh!

Oh. Oh. Oh, I got something in my eye.

Let me see it.

Wait. Wait.

Let me see.

Wait.

Something wrong?

Nothing. Maybe it's just that, uh, I'm a square --

oh, come on, I know what you are,

and I know what I am.

Look, don't expect me to act

like miss all-American choir girl from Nebraska

or wherever it is you're from.

Okay. Say something.

Uncle.

You know, before we got to Honolulu on r&r,

some brass warned us on soft shoulders

and the quickie trip to the altar bit.

Is that what you think I'm after?

What do I do, marry you and then sit around

waiting for you to catch a bullet

so I can cash the insurance?

Hey, I'm only kidding.

Don't.

Hey, I didn't mean you, yoko.

I was talking about Anna.

I didn't know her. I just wondered.

Well, wonder away.

Look, honey, I was her roommate, not her priest.

Well, maybe she did,

and maybe somebody killed her for it.

Do you think that's what happened?

I told you, I don't think.

You told me, but I was with you last night.

I know different.

Well, it isn't my problem, and it certainly isn't yours.

You go back to Vietnam this week, huh?

Yeah.

Well, they certainly can't stop you

from being killed over there.

Meaning if I ask too many questions,

I might get killed here?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Well, I do.

Look, my buddy was killed in action.

Maybe his wife was murdered for the insurance.

If that's the way it was, I'd like to know.

Then maybe you ought to spend the rest of your time

with the police instead of with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm just scared.

Listen, when the girls came to me,

I just predated their marriage licenses.

That's all.

And you got paid.

Yes, yes, I got paid.

For that I got paid, but not for murder.

I didn't commit murder.

You think I did?

The police -- you sent him, didn't you?

He's on the phone.

You stay here. I'll talk to him.

Hello?

It's finished, I mean finished.

You bet I'm scared.

Watanu is here, and he's twice as scared.

No, you can't talk to him.

Because he's on the verge of a heart attack,

that's why.

No. I'm going to hang up.

No more marriage licenses.

No more girls for you to --

I don't care. It's over.

Well, what did he want?

I didn't get a chance to find out.

Anyway, it's finished.

Finished?

You told him that?

Very clearly, I told him.

I wish I could believe that.

Believe it. Without us, he can't do anything.

Hey, look, I got an extra room upstairs.

Why don't you go up and lie down?

No, I'll be all right.

I'll just sit here for a few minutes.

Thanks, anyway.

Look, if you want anything, just call me.

I'll be all right.

Home, James?

A cab.

I was waiting for a cab.

No waiting. Just get in.

Why are we stopping here?

You know, you have nothing to fear from me.

You know that, don't you, sergeant?

I mean, I don't know anything about the murders.

Murders?

Well, as for my part in our scheme,

I -- I could hardly reveal that

without -- without implicating myself.

I-i-I'm glad you understand.

You have nothing to fear from me.

Now, please take me home.

Please?

My pills.

My pills. My -- my pills!

My -- my -- my heart.

Oh, a thousand pardons.

Here, let me help you find your pills.

Oh, there they are. There they are.

No! No! My pills!

Come on!

Sergeant, sergeant, please take me home.

I owe you some pills, all right?

I'm sorry, sergeant. Take me home.

Yeah, James, I'd like to accommodate you,

but it's way out of my way,

and I'm late getting back to the base.

Sergeant! Save me!

What's that?

Chunk of tire tread from the Jeep

you signed out at the motor pool.

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

It was found on mokapu,

less than 100 feet from the dead man.

Dead man?

Come on, mcgarrett.

I travel back and forth to mokapu two,

three times a week.

Dead man? Now what has that got to do with me?

You didn't see a man lying on the side of the road?

No, I didn't, and I'm beginning to get the feeling

that this is more than just routine questioning.

And I'm beginning to get the feeling

that this man's death was more than routine.

His name was James watanu.

Worked for the marriage license bureau.

As a sideline,

he predated phony marriage licenses,

three that we know of.

Licenses came through your office.

You know him?

I don't have any jap friends, Mr. Mcgarrett.

I didn't ask you if the Japanese was your friend.

I asked if you knew him.

No, I didn't know him.

Look, I'm no cop, but I'd say your beef

is with the three girls that collected the insurance.

They're all dead, unfortunately.

Oh, come on. All three of them?

All three.

And watanu makes four.

Any idea why?

Me?

No, I don't have any idea. I'm not a cop.

You're a cop. Do you have any idea?

Yeah, a couple.

I'll keep working on it, sergeant.

If I come up with anything, I'll let you know.

Thank you, sergeant.

I've had it. I'm leaving.

Hey.

Look, let me help you.

If your roommate was involved

in some kind of fraud or racket, tell me.

What do you mean, fraud?

I mean a g.I. Insurance fraud.

Why don't you tell me?

You seem to know more about it than I do.

For a g.I. Who's just come in from Vietnam, you --

or are you a g.I.?

Maybe army intelligence,

or just an ordinary Honolulu flatfoot, huh?

Look, yoko --

I thought you were better

than the guys that came into Betsy's, but I was wrong.

You're worse!

I'm sorry, yoko.

You should be sorry. You know why?

Because you had it made.

You had me feeling like I was 16 all over again.

Anything you wanted I would have done.

Except tell me the truth.

Truth?

Don't you talk to me about truth!

Every second you spent with me was a lie.

You're a lie!

I blew it, Steve. I pressed too hard.

Take it easy, danno. Take it easy.

That's not going to help anything.

Maybe you got all there is to get.

She knows something. Enough to be afraid.

What does it look like otherwise?

Well, we got a line on the fraud.

Pretty simple.

Listen to this.

G.i. Was killed in action.

His insurance passes through sergeant Simms' office.

Simms contacts watanu,

who fills out a predated marriage license

to one of Betsy's girls.

Then Simms put her in as a beneficiary.

Right.

And the government hands over $10,000

to a widow who's never been married.

Got any ideas about the murders?

I can't figure them, danno.

Maybe the girls tried to hold out on Simms

after they got the money.

One of them, maybe, but not all three.

No, murder just doesn't figure.

I've torn it apart

and I've looked at it from every angle.

Oh. You go awol?

Discharged dishonorably.

Okay, what did you get on sergeant Simms?

Lots of facts, no conclusions.

Go.

He's 43 years old, a bachelor.

If there's a war going on, he's in it.

If they give out medals, he's got them.

What about his service record?

Perfect.

He's good at killing, Steve, when he's in uniform.

Anything about his love life?

I drew a blank. The guy's a loner.

Hmm. Chin?

Same with friends.

He was close with only one guy --

his kid brother Andrew.

Can we talk to the brother?

He was killed in action.

Brother have a wife?

Dead.

I'll see you later, Tommy. Hmm?

You got something against pool, sergeant?

I had a feeling I hadn't seen the last of you.

I had to stop by the base. I thought --

and you thought you'd scout up your old pal Simms

and have a drink with him, huh?

No sale, mcgarrett.

There are very few people that I like to drink with,

and you're not one.

Are there any, sergeant, since Andrew was killed?

Hey, what's bugging you?

Death, sergeant. Death always bugs me.

Three g.I. Widows, clerk watanu.

Death, that's a tragedy.

Murder, that's a crime.

Now you wouldn't be here just to discuss tragedy,

would you, mcgarrett?

Well, the coroner doesn't think

that watanu's death was natural.

No? Huh?

Well, this jap --

excuse me.

I mean, this Japanese gentleman,

was he shot, beaten, stabbed?

No, nothing like that.

He had a heart condition.

I think he was frightened to death.

You think?

That'll be even tougher to prove than insurance fraud.

Right.

How did you get along with Andy's wife?

I don't like prostitutes,

and when they're in the family --

you could kill them.

Could if I was a killer.

But if I remember correctly,

she died of an overdose of sleeping pills.

There was no evidence of -- what's that cop phrase --

foul play, was there?

No evidence.

When Andy married Donna,

he made her his insurance beneficiary.

You're up to your ears with little pieces of information,

aren't you, mcgarrett?

Yeah, Andy made her his beneficiary.

So what?

But before that,

you were his beneficiary, weren't you?

That would figure, too,

since I was the only family he ever had in the world.

And since you're so interested, I'll tell you something else.

It was enough, just me and Andy.

No matter how tough it got, I took care of Andy,

until she came along and got her claws into him,

that no-good, dirty, overripe --

yeah, you're absolutely right, mcgarrett.

I could have killed her.

I think you did kill her, sergeant.

That's going to take an awful lot of proving, cop.

Well, that's my bag.

I'm looking forward to it.

Yeah, I know your type.

You think I'm the man.

You're going to charge right up that hill after me.

Doesn't matter if I'm behind 6 tons of steel

with a Cannon pointing down your throat.

You're going to keep on coming.

Looks like you've charged up a few hills yourself.

That's right. Same type.

Hey, you want to know something?

If I killed her, I could beat the rap --

justifiable homicide.

Not a chance.

Even if Donna did seduce Andy, trick him, con him,

it wouldn't justify homicide.

No. She did more than that. Much more.

She murdered that boy.

He died in a vc attack.

Yeah, sure, shot in the back while running away.

That's how Andy got it.

Some Charlie sniper pulled the trigger,

but if it wasn't for that tramp with her soft body,

if Andy wasn't thinking about her...

Andy never ran away!

We've been through a lot of battles together!

He wasn't afraid until she taught him fear.

Or gave him something to live for.

As you say, sergeant,

I'm going to keep charging up that hill.

Hey, mcgarrett.

To tell you the truth,

I wouldn't have it any other way.

When you get to the top, I'll be waiting for you.

Now I need your help to trap a killer,

a combat-trained killer

who will kill again if he isn't stopped.

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

I'm talking about Anna stockton,

Maria apu, Sheila Gordon.

Do you remember?

I remember. Why don't you guys leave me alone?

I don't want to know any more than I do!

As far as I'm concerned, it's over.

No, it's not over.

As long as this man is free, he'll kill.

There'll be another victim.

Now, you won't know her name because she'll be dead.

Then it'll be too late

to do anything except add her name to the list,

just below Anna stockton's.

Now, how do you feel about that,

knowing that you could have stopped it,

prevented it, saved a life?

Tell me.

Get out of here.

Okay, honey. Thank you.

Mcgarrett.

Yoko Collins?

Sergeant?

My, what a lot of ribbons.

You look like a warrior.

I like warriors.

I'll bet you do.

Bourbon, yoko?

No.

I think I'm in the mood for a screwdriver.

Screwdriver, bourbon on the rocks.

You know, you'd be surprised

how hard they are to find.

I mean, real warriors,

not just kids with big stories.

I'm real.

I'll bet you are, sergeant.

In fact, after we make our little deal --

I told you on the phone I can't help you there.

And I told you --

and I told you I could change your mind.

I know how it worked. Anna told me all about it.

Still doesn't change anything.

I, um, lost my contact at city hall.

You don't need a contact,

and it's one less pocket to feed.

See?

Married, all nice and legal.

You're really hot for that money, aren't you?

Well, my hero husband went off and got himself killed

and didn't leave me any insurance.

Now for some girls, that would be a terrible thing,

but for me, it's a real tragedy.

Interested?

Mm-hmm.

Interested.

You're late.

We've got time.

Sit down.

I said sit down.

We've got time... And money.

Why do you have that gun?

Just an old army habit.

Attention, all units.

Simms has a gun.

Repeat, Simms has a gun.

Get the money.

Okay. But would you put that gun away?

Just get the money!

Look at all that beautiful money.

Don't you think it's beautiful?

Yeah.

Only I didn't kill a g.I. To get it.

Kill? Neither did I.

Look, he's dead now.

All I want is money for time invested.

Nobody works for free, sergeant,

especially this girl.

Boy, you are the best one yet.

Best what?

He laid his life on the line for his country.

Well, that's just great for our country,

but it doesn't do me any good.

He gave up his life for your freedom,

just like Andy did.

Died for trash like you, because of trash like you.

And now you get money for it. You want money for it.

Every dollar is a piece of his flesh, and you spend it

for your own pleasure.

Here, you hold the money. Come on, let's go.

Steve, Steve, you were right.

He's bringing her out.

You're under arrest, Simms.