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It's not gonna be easy, Johnny, but I'll try to explain it to him. Well, all I

need is a little more time.

A little more time is precisely what you have.

You understand the deadline?

Well, yeah, you told me six days, but I can wrap this thing up much faster than

that.

That's what you told us before, Johnny.

But Johnny, a porter promised the syndicate a monopoly, and I'll have it

sewed up nice and tight.

You must forgive our impatience, Johnny.

But when there are millions at stake, there's no margin for error.

Los Angeles with a connecting flight to Detroit.

Confirmed all the way, sir.

You could be wealthy, Johnny.

Our number one man out here.

It's all up to you.

Yeah.

I know that I'm the man for the job, and you know that I'm the man for the job.

Of course.

But you've got to make your point, Johnny.

Forcefully.

There aren't any more chances after this one.

This one's all I need.

You tell them they can count on me.

I know what to do now.

I'll tell them.

Good.

Expect to hear from you.

so

Excuse me, folks. Pardon me.

Another one?

Looks like that'll make five.

Who's it this time?

Phil Hurley. Small time pimp and all-around good fellow. Who called it

in? I just happened to look out the window. The whole thing didn't take but

a minute.

That's my window over there.

The second floor.

Any of the witnesses?

Maybe, but nobody's jumping up to volunteer.

And you're sure it was Phil Hurley?

Yeah.

That seems to be the only thing you're sure of. Look, it was crowded, you know.

Phil was hanging around, and then he left.

Out the back door?

Yeah, he knew his way around here.

Well, maybe he saw someone he didn't want to see.

I wouldn't know.

I bet you wouldn't.

In the last month...

Four other guys in Phil Hurley's business walked out of Johnson and were

never heard of again.

Now, nobody saw anything then either.

Is that right?

A guy runs out, your back door, right into a trap. He gets worked over.

Then he's hauled off in a car.

Now, who set him up?

Who set him up?

You? No.

Now, listen.

Phil Hurley was a friend of mine.

He's a regular customer.

I told you all I know.

He was here, and then... And then he was gone.

Yeah.

Is Phil Hurley a friend of yours, too?

Just an acquaintance.

Nobody to cry over.

Zero. Absolute zero.

No description on the guys who grabbed him. Mr. Foster can't distinguish one

model from the other. Yes, sir. He's right here.

Steve, it's the governor. Wiki wiki.

Oh, hello, Steve.

Came straight over, sir. Thanks. Just in time.

Let's go, Steve.

Hello, David.

Welcome to Hawaii.

Governor.

Steve McGarrett. David Benson.

Assistant U.S. Attorney General.

Mr. Benson, I've heard a lot about you, Mr. McGarrett.

First of all, let me apologize for these dramatic circumstances, but we haven't

much time.

Now, as you both know, the department is very concerned about the spread of

organized crime.

In the last 24 hours, we have come into possession of definite information that

indicates that Hawaii is the next major target of the organization.

How do you figure they'll start?

Prostitution. That always opens the door for the rest.

And everything comes in after it.

Organized gambling, narcotics, loan sharks, protection, the works. Exactly.

You say the organization feels the time is ripe for Hawaii.

Yes, precisely.

Honolulu is the crossroads of the Pacific, the Waikiki district in

particular. A hundred square blocks.

Every year, a million and a half tourists stream in and out.

A million and a half people. That's bigger than the city of Houston.

Looks like I underestimated the ambitions of Johnny Oporta.

Then you know him.

Yeah, I know him.

Cheap hustler, trying to claw his way to the top of the heap in prostitution.

But up until now, we figured it was a local problem.

Not with the syndicate involved.

Once they move in with their money and muscle... Yeah, Johnny convinced them

he's got something to sell.

They'll put him in charge, if he can deliver.

Well, you've tied it all together, Mr. Benson.

Up until now, we figured it was an internal struggle. But today, the fifth

of Johnny O'Porter's competitors disappeared.

He's playing for high stakes, and he doesn't care who gets hurt.

We've got to stop them now before this syndicate moves in. Otherwise, it'll be

too late.

How much time do we have?

Days at most.

O'Porter has been given a deadline.

He has to deliver total control.

Now, I'm flying right back to Washington.

This is your territory, Mr. McGarrett.

We'll give you all the help we can, but it's your problem.

I don't envy you.

What do you want, Johnny?

What do you mean, what do I want?

Know how old Johnny, know how it goes at Britta?

Still the same tough kid from Kalihi, huh, Peter?

No.

Listen, I thought we ought to have a little talk.

Something wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

My buddy, Johnny.

Oh, not again.

Yeah.

But this is the last time.

I told him where to go.

Johnny and his fancy deals.

Who needs them?

Not us, baby.

I'll tell him you're here, sir. Mr. O'Porter?

Nice office.

And this is only the beginning, right, Johnny?

Yeah.

Could be.

Sure.

No telling how far hard work can take a man.

You know, that's what I always say.

Oh, is this a social visit?

No. No, Johnny. It's business.

Strictly business.

Your business.

It's not going to work, Johnny.

Oh, come on, McGarrett.

I heard you've been walking up and down the streets trying to pin all kinds of

things on me. It's finished, Johnny.

All power.

Because from now on, I'm squeezing you so hard that it's all going to crack

open. And when it does, you won't have anything or anybody to peddle.

Now you can tell that to your friends on the mainland.

Stop by any time, McGarrett.

My door is always open.

Not for long.

Hey,

what did he want?

McGarrett wanted me to start shaking.

But we don't scare that easy.

He's got nothing.

Yeah, unless we get moving, we've got nothing too.

Peter, Yano.

That's what I'm talking about.

I can't afford any holdouts, not now.

Especially not a friend who stands up in front of everybody and thumbs his nose

at me.

You know, he's been setting a bad example.

Yeah.

So let's make my old buddy from Kalihi into a good example.

A very good example.

So everyone will understand exactly who was running things down here.

But this time, it's going to be a little different.

I want his body found.

Then it will be perfectly clear to anybody else who gets ideas.

You know, boys?

Yeah.

Peter Yano is going to be my clincher.

Hello?

Bring up the phone, Martha. It's business.

Okay.

Yeah?

Why? That's riskier, a lot riskier.

Well, it's gonna cost you.

Yeah, I can do it, but it's gonna mean extra.

How many times I gotta tell you?

Wait.

Let's talk.

No more talking, brother.

I'm not in Johnny's way.

He says you are.

Wait a

minute.

No sense dumping a baby with the bathwater.

Hold it, Doc.

Was he alive when he went in the fire?

Not with a bullet hole in his chest.

Perfectly placed. Third and fourth ribs.

Somebody sure is doing a good job trying to get rid of the evidence.

Not good enough.

Okay to take him now?

Yeah. I want an ID, Doc, and I want it fast.

Won't be easy.

Well, you're always telling us you're the best.

Prove it.

Gonna need all the help I can get with this one.

This is Mr. Furtado.

Mr. McGarrett? Who was working the crane?

It was awful.

We just stoked up for the morning, started burning the first load. Okay,

tell me about the body.

I saw it just as I dropped the load and it started down into the furnace.

Another few minutes, all that would have been left was ashes. That heats up to 1

,800 degrees. What did you do then, Mr. Furtado?

I gave the signal to shut down, the emergency cutoff.

Who comes in and out of here?

Just us, the guys that work here.

There's a fence and a man on the gate.

And a watchman at night?

Yeah. All right, tell me exactly, what are the steps? The truck pulls in here,

then what? The trucks all come up here and unload.

Then I lift it, take it back there, and the crane drops it.

There's a signal from down below that they're stoked up. The trap operator

pushes the button and lets the load fall down into the furnace.

That's when I saw the body.

Charlie, the guy that works up here, he didn't see anything.

Not me, brother.

Brought here in one of those trucks.

And dumped.

Trace it back all the way down. I want to know who was driving those trucks,

what their routes are, a complete timetable so we can check it out with

the autopsy report.

Phil Hurley?

Well, that's a one-in-five shot.

Unless... unless Johnny Oporta has added someone new to the list.

At least we know now how he's been getting rid of the bodies.

Where the ashes come through, huh?

Yeah, right through here.

How often they moved out?

Every day or so.

Truck it out, scatter it out.

They scare fast evidence.

What's that?

Oh, this.

Stuff that don't melt.

Pieces of metal.

Keeps the filter clean.

We sell this stuff.

Keep us in coffee money.

But the eight months that don't turn the ashes down there, brother.

Steve, positive ID on the body.

What have you got, Doc?

Positive make.

Peter Ayano.

Dental work.

They made a bridge for him two years ago at Oahu State Prison.

Small-time pimp, hard case.

Independent. Yeah, too independent for Johnny O'Porter.

If Johnny is pushing to close his deal right now, he's got to keep everybody in

line.

Put on a show of power, but maybe, just maybe, he made the mistake we've been

waiting for. If we can tie him into it.

Kono, that's what I want.

Anything connecting Johnny Oporta and Pediano.

Right. Will you be with Pediano's girl?

So what are you gonna do about it?

Well, we're investigating right now every angle, every possibility.

Angles?

It's a straight line, McGarrett. I know it, you know it, everybody knows it.

Knows what, Sally?

You're acting like it's a big mystery.

You're telling me Peter's dead and we both know Johnny Oport is the reason

why? Not good enough for a jury.

Have you ever seen Johnny or heard Johnny or his hoods threaten Peter?

No!

But he's told me about it. They came around yesterday to close him out. Isn't

that good enough for you?

Uh-uh.

Here's say evidence. No judge will admit it.

Oh, angles.

Legal angles.

You're so good at that, aren't you?

And Johnny's so good at playing that.

And pretty soon, you'll just explain it all away.

I guess Peter shot himself and jumped into that furnace.

I'll tell you something.

If Johnny did it, he's not going to get away with it.

You talk so big, McGarrett, so big.

But what are you going to do is what I want to know.

Claudette, did you put the call through to Detroit?

Well, how long is it going to take?

Okay, just buzz me.

The man will be glad to hear the news.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know what we got ourselves here, fellas?

A tropical paradise.

That's what they come for, innit?

Suckers, huh?

Johnny Porter here.

Right.

Yeah.

Listen, I just thought you might want to hear the good news.

Well, it's all set.

Now?

Yeah, it's all wrapped and waiting for you to pick it up.

Well, thank you.

Sure.

I'll be looking forward to seeing you, Larry.

Peter Yano.

Not much to show, is there?

Is this everything?

Except... Yano always carried a bankroll.

Paper money would have burned.

But not his platinum money clip.

And it wouldn't have melted either.

Chae Fong says that lead and silver melts below 1800 degrees, but not

platinum.

Did you check with that guy who fishes for scrap?

The spooner? Yeah. He didn't find it.

Maybe because that platinum clip never got to the incinerator.

All right, circulate a description of the clip.

Got something down?

Blank. As far as we can find out, all the men working at the incinerator are

on the up and up.

Uh, no expensive habits, uh, no hidden bank accounts, no girlfriends, uh, fancy

cars. Including the crane operator for Tuttle?

Yeah, he, uh, lives out at, uh, Wahiwa, a small house.

Married about, uh, 13 years, has a boy 12.

Why him, Steve?

Because he's the man on the switch.

Up there, he's got the best seat in the house.

I mean...

You've been in Johnny's stable a long time. You know these guys. You hear

things. Things like that, I don't want to hear.

Let me give you some advice, honey. You don't want to know either.

But the guys do well.

They do between them.

We get in the middle, we get hurt. But do you think Johnny had something to do

with this? I'm not made to think.

And neither are you.

Thanks, Auntie.

Hey, sorry about Peter.

Take care of yourself.

This is Dickie. It's important.

Johnny?

No, no, no, no, no. I understand, sweetheart.

No, you did the right thing.

Right.

By the way, you just made yourself 50 bucks.

Mm-hmm.

Bye.

I said Hodger's name again. She's all over town. She's got a big mouth, just

like her boyfriend. If she's so curious about what happened, maybe we ought to

show her. No.

We leave her alone.

She won't come up with anything.

If we even squeeze her, that's what McGarrett's looking for.

Well, what if the broad... No, we don't touch!

Actually, we don't have to.

The game is over.

And we have won.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Hey, wait a minute.

No.

I'm in a hurry.

Hey, look, Sally.

You know what you're thinking?

That I killed Peter, right?

Look, suppose I told you it wasn't so.

You wouldn't believe me, would you?

No, Johnny, I wouldn't believe you.

That's enough right there.

I don't blame you.

That's what everybody thinks.

I'm no different, Sally.

No talking, twisting. You just think you can get out of anything, don't you,

Johnny? I know the names.

I can deliver the guys who did it.

What?

They work for you.

It's no good this way.

Honey, I can give you what you want.

No, Johnny.

I've got what I want.

Right here, I've got what I want.

Yeah, but... Listen.

If you... No! No!

No!

Here's Johnny.

You and us will get over to my house right away.

Never mind why. Just get there.

Hurry up.

Hello?

Yeah, listen.

We've got something to talk about.

Don't give me that.

I've got to see you about something.

You be there, the usual place.

I'm warning you.

Okay.

I found... I found it!

I found it!

Found it?

How's it going tonight?

Terrific. Let me have the key. Yes, sir.

Checking up on the investment, huh?

You might say that.

I told you last time, when you set up that special deal, that was it.

You promised me there wouldn't be any more.

Well, you got paid, just like you always do.

Plus, I remember extra. I mean, that's what you asked for, and that's what you

got for that extra.

Hey, look, Johnny, you don't understand.

After the last time, I tellin' the cops, callin' attention to the incinerator

like that, I can't do it again.

I can't afford it.

Sure you can.

Fair is fair.

No, you got a point.

There's more risk this time.

So there's more in it for you?

Seventy-five hundred bucks.

Take it.

Come on.

No, no, I don't want it.

I got enough.

There's no such thing as enough.

That's the beauty of it.

Nobody would ever figure us using the incinerator again.

That's why we can't go wrong, huh?

Hey, listen.

Now, I'm carrying a shipment. We've got to dump it.

I don't want any traces left. That means you go back to work.

Sure, that's easy for you to say. A lot of things are easy for me.

Now, you listen good.

Somebody could wind up tripping over you.

or a loved one's body in a cane field.

Or you could do this little favor for me.

Last time now, for sure, I know it.

For your old buddy.

For Johnny.

Ah, whatever you go out and do, I'm the man that's supposed to clean up the

mess.

You know why?

Huh?

Because you got a sure-fire method.

You know what the funny thing is? It was an accident.

A real accident.

Anybody else but me, all they'd have to do is call the police.

Self-defense.

Can you imagine McGarrett believing that?

Hmm?

Hey.

All right, Johnny.

Who is it?

I just had a feeling that...

Sally Hodges. She's out gunning for Johnny Oporta.

Foolish.

Foolish. She's no match for him.

Chin, get out a detailed description, everything you can get, APB. Come on,

Denner. Where are we going? See a snake.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And I appreciate your concern for me, but I'm just fine.

And you haven't seen or heard from Sally Hodges?

No, not a peep.

It's been a long time since I bumped into her. As a matter of fact, if I were

to see her right now, I doubt that I would recognize her.

She wasn't my type anyway.

She thought a lot about you, Johnny, lately.

Mr. McGarrett, I've got a gun, and I'm going to see Johnny Aporta.

Everybody knows the truth about what happened to Peter, but nobody will do

anything about it, so I'm going to. If I don't come back, this will tell you

where to look.

Oh, this girl has a way with words.

You don't seem worried.

Where should I be?

After all, I have faith in the police, with guys like you around to protect me.

I don't have a thing to worry.

Word of advice, Johnny.

If Sally Hodges doesn't turn up very soon, feeling fine, I'd stop worrying.

A lot.

A crank letter doesn't prove anything, McGarrett. Not by itself.

Now hang loose, Johnny, while you can.

Oh, I'm too cool.

She's dead now.

Otherwise, Johnny would be sweating. He's taking big chances.

He's gambling for big stakes at syndicate.

Girl comes at you with a gun.

No choice. You call a play.

Then you've got a body on your hands. Pressure from Detroit.

Pressure from the police. So what do you do? You got rid of the body.

Johnny got rid of the body.

Would he risk it? I think he would. I think he did.

By now, nothing but ashes.

I don't know, maybe three, four loads already.

We've been rolling since early this morning.

And all that's left is ashes.

Left to what? I don't understand.

Since your shift began, you haven't seen anything out of the ordinary?

No, nothing.

Stink! The APB will put out on Sally Hodges. I thought you might like to see

it.

How

you

doing, brother?

Shocker!

What do you figure that stuff would bring?

I bought five bucks, so thanks, Avril.

It's not going to be easy.

Well, this might help.

Sally Hodges had an automobile accident three years ago.

Multiple fracture of the left forearm.

It's been pinned.

Surgical pins.

Solid steel.

Yes? Mrs. Furtado?

Williams, 5-0. You've got a search warrant.

Nothing. Let's try the next one.

Top to bottom.

Same here.

All right, let's try it back. The yard and the garage.

Hey, it's a little early, Johnny. This is one meeting I don't want to be late

for. Did you check the airport? Two times, Johnny. Planes right on time.

Been a long time in coming, boys.

Today is our day.

The last chance, Che.

Anything yet?

All that's left is the car.

What have you found?

That's money.

Yes, ma'am.

Lots of it.

Hey, Garrett.

Steve, you know that old car for Tato's? Turns out it's valuable.

Oh? It's worth $27,500.

Small bills.

Nice work, Denno. Nice work.

Steve?

That's my corpus delicti, Jay.

Would you come down, please?

Wanted to see me?

Got some more questions?

Just one.

How many?

How many what?

How many bodies have you taken care of for Johnny Oporta?

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

I'm talking about Peter Yano.

He was a special one, wasn't he?

Johnny wanted his body messed up, but he wanted it found as a warning to everyone

else.

You don't seem to remember him.

How about Sally Hodges? She was an easy one.

Risky, but easy.

Except we found a way to trace it back.

I'm talking about $27,500 in small bills under the backseat of the car in your

garage.

Listen, I didn't...

Thank you.

Freeze! Freeze!

There he is.

Welcome to Hawaii.

Not quite.

Is he with you?

No, he's with me.

Murder one, seven counts.

You've got nothing, McGarrett.

I've got you, Johnny.

Put a lock on it.

Book him, Dunham.

That plane leaves in 15 minutes. You've got your ticket.

Be on it.

And tell your friends in Detroit the deal is off.

Permanently.