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Is there a Mrs.

Szymanski? Is there a Mrs. Szymanski?

Yes, it's me.

Your husband is Sergeant August Szymanski, 2nd Battalion, 9th Infantry.

Yes, what's wrong?

Your husband has been delayed.

But he's all right, isn't he? Just a couple of days late, ma'am. That's all.

Right now, I'm waiting for that fat man to pull us out of here.

Lieutenant, I hear it.

There it is.

You ain't doing anything special, Augie.

I thought we might get the hell out of here.

I'll drink to that.

starting to burn yet no you're getting a nice deep hawaiian tan it's real sexy

with that suit you don't think the suit is too sexy if augie is anything like

frank there is no such thing hey why don't we go to the luau at the moana

tonight i'll ride if uh if augie doesn't call me i want to do some sightseeing

before frank gets here i have a feeling we won't be going out much

If that's enough sun for me, I want to be touchable.

Lieutenant, do you call that a three-day patrol?

No, some more like a five-day run of firefights.

Don't you tell them dirty old dinks about our boy Sesmanski?

About what?

Your R&R orders, Sergeant.

They've been on my desk since Wednesday.

What? I thought it was your turn.

I'll be there in a few days, man. Right now, your wife is lolling on the sands

of Waikiki, just a-pining for her old loggy.

Take the jeep, man. Go on.

Maybe I got leeches and lice to number and sort.

Go, Sergeant, go!

I'm going!

We, um, we were going to a luau.

Did you see her with anyone beside R&R Wyatt?

No.

Can we take her now?

Yeah, Doc, but as soon as you can, tell me something, will you? I can tell you

something right now about the murder weapon.

A bayonet.

How do you figure?

Four years in the medical corps, that's how I figure.

You see quite a few of those punctures in a field hospital.

Steve... Your guy's cool under fire.

Look at that.

He took the time to wipe the blade.

Thanks, Doc. I noticed.

Jay, what have you got?

Crude job.

Tried to jimmy the lock, but didn't know how.

What do you think?

Random kill?

Psycho? What?

Random, maybe. But he knew enough to wear gloves.

Hi, Steve. How are you?

Amateur.

Ken, looks like you'll be working together on this one, huh?

You know everyone? Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Herbert, this is a... Herbert.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Herbert.

This is Colonel Ken Hart, Army Provost Marshal.

Mrs. Herbert.

Victim was Ellis Eismanski.

She was waiting for her husband to arrive on rest and recuperation leave

from Vietnam.

How long has she been waiting?

Four days.

Four long days.

Pointless, vicious world we're trying to stay alive in, isn't it?

Sizemanski.

Sizemanski, that's right.

He had to spell it for me.

Someone called.

A man.

What did he sound like?

A man.

Was there anything different about his voice?

Well, he wasn't local.

He had a mainland-sounding voice.

Gee, I really don't know.

Steve, she had one call. A guy. Naturally, the operator wouldn't give

him the room number.

But he must have hustled it out of Ella.

What time was that call?

Five after two.

And the maid found the body at 3.45. That gives us the approximate time of

the murder.

Nothing from the room clerk or bellboys.

Parking attendants?

Doormen?

Nothing.

Our husband arrives in half an hour, Steve.

There are times that I wish I was anything but a cop.

If you want, I'll tell him, Steve. He is one of our guys.

Thanks, Ken.

Happened on my turf.

The sooner the better, then.

I'll have to ask you some questions, Sergeant.

I've got to get some leads, try to figure out who did it. I hope you

understand.

Yeah.

How long were you and Ella married?

A year, almost.

How long you been overseas?

Seven months, two weeks.

How was the marriage going?

Strong. Strong, beautiful, and forever.

Oh, Jesus.

Was Ella very lonely?

What are you saying?

You've been away a long time, Sergeant.

Easy. Easy, pal.

You think I like to ask questions like that? Don't ask them. Not about Ella.

Okay.

Okay.

My fault.

My fault.

My fault.

This groove leaves a distinct mark at the point of entry.

The killer's bayonet was much sharper than this one. His had an edge like a

scalpel. Stabbed her once, just below the sternum, using an upward thrust,

penetrating the right ventricle, right atrium, and aorta, main chambers of the

heart.

Quick and sure, huh?

Okay, Doc, thank you.

Jenny, when Colonel Hart... Oh, come on in, Colonel.

Jenny, get everyone in here as a report, please.

What have you got?

Well, a pretty good report on Sergeant Seismansky and Ella. From the Army side,

anyway. What does it say?

That Ella and August Seismansky were very married.

She's from a small town.

Church-going people, thoroughly decent girl.

What about the sergeant?

Regular army, five years.

Sharp, non-com, cool, spotless.

Sent his wife over $30 out of his paycheck every month.

Did you go to C&C on him, Don? Same story. No stains, criminal and credit

-wise. What did she do for four days, Connor?

Shopped at the international marketplace twice, fought the Russi PX once, visited

the R&R center every afternoon.

Rest of the time, she was at the hotel.

Breakfast and lunch in the coffee shop, sunbathe mornings.

Always told the waitresses and beach boys where she was, in case her husband

called.

It's as if she was struck by lightning, no rhyme or reason.

If the guy is a psycho, where is his ego, his mark?

Ken, if I wanted to talk to Seismansky's commanding officer, how do I go about

it?

They are in luck, Steve. Captain Dan Nichols is due in on R&R, his CO,

tonight or tomorrow.

Mrs. Nichols?

Mrs. Dan Nichols? That's right, Sergeant.

Aloha, ma'am.

I'm Jake Wheeler.

I served under your husband in the quaint little land of Nau.

Oh, are you on R&R, too?

No, ma'am. I'm stationed over here at Fort Shafter.

There's no need to take the limo, ma'am. I'm authorized to put you in a soft ride

in a fluent kind of staff car and convey you in a style fitting property to the

wife of Captain Dan Nichols.

Oh, nice.

Is this your luggage?

Yes, it is.

Is this your first trip to Hawaii?

Yes. I've never been here before.

Oh, you haven't?

Well, I hope you enjoy your stay.

Oh my, I never thought Hawaii would have freeways.

I want you to sniff that air, ma'am. Ain't that just about the sweetest air

you ever whiffed?

Flowers.

Is this the way to the Iron Hour Center, Sergeant?

Yes, ma'am, it sure is.

This is what's known as the scenic route.

Part of the officer's wives welcome to it.

Why don't you step out there a minute, ma'am?

If you don't have 20-20 vision now, this will sure give it to you.

Come on.

All right.

If we go up on the point here, we can see a few more of the islands.

Lanai, Molokai.

You better hold my hand. You're okay.

Pretty prejudiced.

Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?

No.

Lovely. Just lovely.

Well, Mother Nature sure knew what she was doing, didn't she?

She certainly did.

Hello, Mrs. Nichols.

She's 20 yards to the right of where I repelled off, and 120 down.

We'll need the bag.

Over.

Dono?

Is that Mrs.

Nichols' purse?

Driver's license, credit cards, and R&R papers all say Mrs. Leslie Nichols.

Where was it found?

Over there.

Officer Lakia found it, phoned it in.

There are footprints and drops of blood near the edge.

We'll need some casts and some samples.

I've already called for the mobile unit.

All right, let's go.

Steve?

Bunch of blood on the leaves.

Yeah.

As if someone wiped a blade on it.

A man and a woman's footprints go to the edge of the cliff.

Only his come back.

All the way.

There's the signature you were looking for, Steve.

Yeah.

Just below the sternum.

Why stab her?

Would have been easier to make it look like suicide here.

This way, he leaves us his message.

Premeditated murder.

802. Go ahead.

Put me in a 5-0. McGarrett, please.

About 5'9", 150 to 155 pounds, light brown hair with a

dandruff problem.

Two rows of decorations and service ribbons were worn, perhaps by the

original owner.

I'll know more after analyzing.

Hold it, Jay.

You mean this is a second-hand uniform?

Right. There's an odor of insecticide.

Small shops use it to protect against silverfish and moths.

Well, he could have stored it himself.

Yes, but there are indications of staple perforations. A price tag.

So he's not necessarily a military man.

Maybe not.

What about the staff car?

Hot-wired.

Stolen from the headquarters parking lot at Fort Shafter.

Mileage adds up to airport where Mrs. Nichols' body was found.

We'll take the photo of Mrs. Nichols off the ID and have some duplicates made.

She came in on the noon flight, and the killer was there to meet the plane.

Now, how did he know about Captain Nichols' R&R in her flight?

Steve, that's no secret.

There are orders posted in hallways and offices, and a phone call or two would

get her flight number.

We're getting everything except leads.

Maybe somebody at the airport can tell us about that face.

Yeah, she was picked up by a staff guard, a sergeant, V-5 or 6.

What did he look like?

Like a lot of GIs.

Don't fluff me off, Mac. The guy we're looking for murdered two women.

What did he look like? I don't remember.

Honest, I don't.

Okay.

Mrs. D. Nichols.

Flight 28, seat 32B.

Do you know if she's traveling alone?

It looks that way. The seat next to her was unoccupied.

That's all we know.

Okay. Thanks.

Yes, sir.

Well, he was about medium height, and he wore flyer glasses and a box of ribbons.

Could you describe his face?

Yes, very howly.

Who hates your wife enough to want to kill her?

Anybody hate you enough to want to kill her?

No old grudges?

How about the present?

What present?

I'm in the army.

OK, the army.

Any bad feelings in your outfit? No conflict between officers and enlisted

men?

There's always conflict between enlisted men and officers.

No.

No more than usual.

My men are all good men, all of them.

When's the next man from Echo Company due in on R&R?

About a month.

Lieutenant Carter, I believe.

Your office will notify ours?

About a month before.

Okay. How long will it take to get the records of every man in Echo Company?

Steve, that's a lot of paper. Ken, somebody took dead aim on two wives from

that company.

Could be a coincidence.

Could be somebody's using R&R for revenge, too.

Oh, Mr.

Wheeler, isn't it? Right, right.

I see that you don't have to stand in line to join up around here.

How's my application going?

It's not too well.

The computers spit you out, buddy.

They say you're Thomas Robert Ralston.

recently discharged from the United States Army.

Ralston? Who's Ralston?

I don't know anything about any Ralston. Look, Wheeler, or Ralston, or whatever

your name is, I don't know what the Army medics found wrong with you, but the

Marine Corps doesn't need used meat with a phony name.

Well, you really think you're Huckleberry Oprah 7, don't you?

Try the Foreign Legion.

They don't ask questions.

Shut it, Tinkerbell.

The DSC.

Mine.

I wasted 11 VC and a mortar team to get that. How many did you get, Latrine

Sergeant?

You fools knew what the...

Mrs. Dennis Cotter, 129 Ravine Forest Drive, Linville, Florida.

Your husband received R&R early.

He arrives Honolulu tomorrow for five days only.

Come immediately.

Signed, Captain Dan Nichols.

Is that correct, Captain?

Perfect.

Clue perfect.

This non-com who was up for company punishment, did he ever threaten...

Sergeant Titus?

No, he just misunderstood my orders.

We cleared that up.

Titus is all right.

He's a man with a DSC.

Thomas Rolston.

Platoon sergeant. Lieutenant Carter's platoon. Good non-com. He saved our

lives one night.

He closed down a VC mortar squad all by himself.

That's why I put him in for the DSC.

Why did you transfer him out?

He asked for a transfer.

He'd gone as high as he could in my company. He deserved more rank.

It says here he received a medical discharge in Colorado two months ago.

Did you send for that, Ken?

OK. Must have been that malaria of his.

Yeah.

That's rough.

He was gung ho to stay in.

Your company records speak well of you, Captain.

Sharp outfit.

I figure the sharper the outfit, the longer we live.

Is there something I can do for you?

Yes, ma'am.

Does Mrs. Dennis Carter live here?

She does.

And her mother.

Is she here?

Oh, no.

She's on her way to Hawaii to visit her husband from Vietnam.

Her husband?

Lieutenant Dennis Carter.

Cable Graham came yesterday.

They're going to have three weeks of R&R in Honolulu. She left here in such a

flash.

Why? Is there something wrong?

Her husband, Lieutenant Dennis Carter, was killed in action yesterday.

Denny?

Dead?

Oh, Lord.

I'm sorry.

May I use your phone?

Poor Amy.

I have to phone Honolulu.

Are you sure of this?

Okay.

This is Dennis Carter. He's on the way to Honolulu.

Then he doesn't qualify for R&R for another three weeks.

She received a cablegram from Honolulu telling her her husband was on his way

here. But Carter's in Vietnam.

Lieutenant Carter was killed in action last night.

Who sent that cablegram?

It was signed Captain Dan Nichols.

I didn't send any cablegram.

Tano, Chen, Kono, in, please.

When is she arriving?

Two hours, 45 minutes.

Tano, get a description of Mrs. Dennis Carter from Colonel Hart's office and

find a policewoman to match.

Chin, check ITTRCA Global and Western Union. I want to know who sent that

phony message to Mrs. Carter in Linville?

Linville, Florida.

And Chin, take a police artist to the telegraph office with you.

How are you doing on a description of the killer?

Lousy. Maybe we have a break here.

Could you restrict the news of Lieutenant Carter's death?

Sure can.

The killer knew that your name on that cable would bring Mrs. Carter here.

What is it that ties you and you and Lieutenant Carter together?

We're in the same outfit.

No, something more than that.

And we've only got two hours and 40 minutes to find out what it is.

Right. Five feet four, 110 pounds.

Got it.

His cheeks were fuller, whiter.

Perfect.

Perfect.

You know, come to think of it, he sounded like a southerner.

Like a farm boy.

Please, special messenger.

Oh, they're expecting you. Thank you.

Medical report on Sergeant Ralston, sir. Just came in from Colorado.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Steve, Ralston was discharged on a Section 8.

Aggressive, defensive, tendencies to violence.

There's a bunch of reading here.

Okay, Captain.

Tell me again why Ralston transferred out of your outfit.

He wanted it.

And it was better for discipline.

Discipline?

After Ralston was awarded the DSC, he, uh, he began coming on kind of strong.

How strong?

Like he wanted to go for OCS.

And one night, he, uh... Augie, you were there. I wasn't.

I told Ralston to shut off the lights in his bunker, and he wouldn't.

Lieutenant Carter came in and ordered him to.

Ralston says, you want those lights out?

Boot Louie.

Okay, lights out.

So Ralston shoots out the lights, laughing the whole time.

What did you do?

Tried to take his rifle away, and he hit me a butt stroke.

That's a court martial offense, of course, but it was dark, and I wasn't

sure he did it on purpose.

Did your battalion commander know about that?

How do I bring charges against a guy I put in for the DSC?

This is a verbatim transcript of his interview with the psychiatrist.

Now, Ralston really flipped out when he got back to the mainland.

You listen to this.

Ralston, I was regular army, headed for the high cotton, wanted to put in for

OCS, but they wouldn't recommend me in that torrent, really torrent.

Doctor, who wouldn't recommend it?

Ralston, Augie, Captain Dan, and that Benning baby, Lieutenant Carter.

I get the DSC and they stuff me down a rat hole, only I ain't staying stuffed.

An error in judgment.

An error in judgment?

I'd say you were more interested in keeping your sharp outfit looking sharp.

The guy needed a head doctor, and you give him a transfer.

And you pass that off as an error in judgment?

That's what it was, McGarrett.

And I paid for it.

All right, maybe he did start flipping out.

When you and Victor Charlie are out in the boonies every night trying to kill

each other, we all get pretty weird.

Yeah, they can be rolled soon.

Clerk mentioned the guy sounded southern, a farm boy.

That's Tommy Bob, all right.

Okay, let's go.

Steve, this is policewoman Kathy Miller, our look-alike for Mrs. Carter. She's

been briefed.

Kathy, you know you're playing the role of target number three.

Yes. I realize you volunteered, but if you have any second thoughts...

Shouldn't we be getting to the airport?

Yes, we should.

Please.

Control Tower, this is McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.

Priority one.

We have received FAA clearance to talk with Captain of Incoming Flight 28.

Over.

Please hold it, Mr. McGarrett. We'll patch you through.

Mrs. Carter?

I've been instructed to ask you to remain in your seat after landing. Some

people are coming aboard to talk with you.

Is it Guinness? Is it my husband?

Uh, no, I don't think so. It's someone else.

Mrs. Dennis Carter has been instructed per your request, Mr. McGarrett.

Anything else?

Will you repeat that, Captain?

Yes, Mrs.

Dennis Carter has been instructed for your request, Mr. McGarrett. Is there

anything else?

Just that when you land, Captain, follow your normal procedures.

But I repeat, under no circumstances is Mrs. Carter to leave your plane.

Affirmative.

Thank you, Kimo.

Last chance, Gabby.

It's the only way to drop the killer, isn't it?

Excuse me.

We'll return your backs to you as soon as possible.

What about... my husband's things?

They'll be sent to you.

Some of his things are...

precious to me and I wouldn't want to lose them.

Bible from our wedding and a watch I gave them.

And a funny snapshot

taken of us on our honeymoon.

That photograph has been around the world with him.

Everything will be sent to you, I promise you, Mrs. Carter.

Mrs. Carter, this is Steve McGarrett of 5-0.

What can I say, Mrs. Carter?

My deepest sympathy and my apology for being so brusque, but your own life is

in danger right now.

So, I'll have to ask you to please stay away from these windows.

The safest place for you is right here in the plane.

You have about an hour and a half before your flight returns to the mainland.

Colonel Hart will stay with you until he can get you on that safely.

Please answer the courtesy telephone at the message desk.

Mrs. Dennis Carter?

Hello, this is Mrs.

Dennis Carter.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

See? Yeah, I don't know.

Why do you suppose he called? Didn't show up.

Yeah, that's just what's on my mind, and I don't like it.

You make two rights to the R&R center.

Right, I know the place.

I want you at the door of that cab when Kathy gets out. And remember, Chin is

going to the south door.

I remember exactly. I got a photogenic memory.

That's photographic, Kono.

That's what I said.

Photo, photo, photo.

It's been around the world with him.

Is that the way you won the DSC?

Killing women?

That sounds like a lint-free, round-mouthed voice of justice.

Where's that little handgun you dudes carry?

Don't need one.

I don't think it's gonna make any difference now anyway, do you?

Put that down, Ralston.

No need to kill a widow.

Widow?

Lieutenant Carter was killed in action yesterday.

Now the score is settled.

That's what's known as a right quick Sunday lie.

It's true.

The only lie around here is you, Ralston. You being a hero.

You didn't need one?

I was wrong.

Steve,

you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

How about you?

I'm okay.

Ralston?

He's dead. You better call the coroner's office.

Long day.

Longest.

Yeah.