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Thank you.

Mo?

I hear you got some kind of deal.

I'm listening.

Johnny, Johnny, we gotta talk so stiff.

Like corporation guys? Like lawyers?

You used to live in my house.

We were like brothers.

Yeah. And now I got six blocks in Waikiki, brother.

So you got a proposition?

Spell it out with numbers.

Business. Always business.

Hey, Johnny, remember the first job we ever pulled in 42?

You tripped on that burglar alarm and I got you out of there?

Big deal.

$62.20.

You told me 60. You made off with two bucks, Johnny.

You made it up to yourself more than once.

Johnny, you've been away from family too long.

To Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0, from Johnny Resco, Walina Street, Waikiki.

Think of this letter like a voice from the dead.

You'll receive it only if I've been double-crossed by Puro Manoa, who I am

going to meet tomorrow.

If I don't come back from this meeting, my friend will put this letter in the

mail.

In it, you'll find enough facts and proof to put Manoa away for life and

throw away the key.

I know it all, because him and me were like brothers.

So if Manoa knifes me in the back tomorrow, this letter to you, McGarrett,

is my way of reaching up from the grave and pulling him down with me.

The original of the Resco letter, John.

And two copies for your assistance, Mr. Drummond.

Mr. Lahani.

This letter was received in my office at 9.06 this morning.

Check the handwriting.

The signature matches exactly the police record of Resco. In addition, he hasn't

been seen on the street in two days.

The first page sets forth his reason for writing and his fear of a double cross

by Manoa, but we don't get to the meat of the accusation until page two.

In 1968, Piro Manoa shot Anna Raioto to death.

I can prove this three ways.

One is the gun that Manoa paid to have dumped in the ocean, but I paid more.

The gun is in a steel box in a safe in my apartment at 22 Walina Street.

Combination of the safe is left 86 three times and so forth and so forth.

Two, a tape recording of Anne Ryoto begging Manoa not to kill her, promising

to give him back the 60,000 she owed him.

This tape is in the attic of my brother's beach house on the windward

side of the island near Haleiwa on the beach road.

Three. An eyewitness to the killing.

Sylvia Chang, a hustler.

14 Hotel Street.

She used to work for Anna Reoto.

She was in the next room hiding when Anna got hit.

Sylvia's plenty scared, but she's a junkie. Keep her off a fix for a day and

she'll crack.

If this letter reaches you, McGarrett, it means I've been hit.

The sooner you get Manoa, the better I'll rest in my grave.

Signed, Johnny Rescoe.

Evidence like that is almost too good to be true.

How long have we been trying to nail Manoa? Six, seven years?

Now all of a sudden, he's handed to us.

In a beautiful Christmas package.

Maybe.

It could be an empty box.

Well, then I suggest we open it up right away and find out.

But under strict ground rules.

Go ahead, Steve.

That we go for this evidence immediately?

And that nobody outside this room be told the contents of the Resco letter

until after the raids.

I'm sorry, Steve, it's not possible.

We have to obtain warrants before you can move.

But you can see Judge Kalei in chambers privately, can't you?

Yeah. The grand jury probe can be delayed.

The paperwork and the warrants can be done by Lahani, Drummond, and myself.

Personally? No secretary? Yes, can be done.

Duke, you'll work this one with us.

Tennille Manor, my pleasure.

Very well.

We'll stay here and wait for the warrants, then we'll hit all three touch

points fast.

Okay, simultaneous raids at exactly 2.45.

You all know what to do, right?

Okay.

Open up, police.

Open up.

All evidence destroyed before we got

there. Tape, a gun, a human being.

The implications are not pleasant to contemplate, Governor.

All right, Steve.

Let's have it.

Outside of the people in this room, nobody knew what we were going after.

Nobody. Hold it, Steve. Hold it.

Are you accusing my staff?

There's got to be somebody on your staff.

Or mine.

Not necessarily. There was a... There was a judge who signed the warrants.

Judge Arthur Kalahee.

Former presidential assistant.

Past president.

of our Bar Association.

The idea's preposterous. And besides, I had some other matters to discuss with

the judge after he signed the warrants.

I was with him from the time he signed them to the time the raids were over. I

can verify that he contacted no one.

Wait a minute. Wasn't there another officer with you? Yeah.

Officer Fred Palio.

I took him with me as an extra gun.

He didn't know where we were going or what we were looking for.

That brings us back to the people in this room.

There's one other possibility, sir.

Someone else who knew what was in that letter or could have known.

Who's that?

Whoever mailed it.

Interesting theory, but it doesn't wash.

If that guy didn't want the evidence known, he would have never mailed the

letter. But he did mail the letter, and it got to your desk.

Sealed? Sealed.

It came by registered mail. I signed for it myself.

Who photocopied it?

I did.

No secretaries? No file clerks? Nobody else saw the letter.

By my own instructions.

Nobody but the people in this room.

What's the answer, Steve?

All right, for starters, complete security check of everyone in this room.

Everyone who had access to the Resco letters.

You investigate our staff, we investigate yours.

You agree to that?

With one provision.

Well? That I personally be investigated along with my men.

You can count on that, brother.

And I expect the same.

Well, Governor, do we proceed?

So ordered.

Hi, McGarrett, Duke.

I'm just getting something notarized.

I think I'll walk.

I wonder what that little pigeon is really after.

You just check the books. The books, they're beautiful. You can tell the

company that.

I tell them what I find, Mr. Manoa.

They'll make their own evaluations.

Mr. Manoa?

Runny? You eating? No, I'll come back later.

No, no, that's okay, Runny.

Private, maybe?

I guess not.

Runny Gross, say hello to the lady.

Miss Simpson, Runny Gross.

Twice a year, she comes by, shines a little light in my house, audits the

books. I just got back from you-know-where.

They're running around like chickens without heads, trying to figure where

the leak is.

As if they could, huh, Mr. Manoa?

Yeah.

But they won't.

Because only three people know.

Me, the leak, and you, carrying messages back and forth.

Three people, Ronnie.

May I remind you of the cable you received today, Mr. Minowat?

I didn't forget, Mrs. Simpson.

Change of market situation requires immediate liquidation of R.G.

Holdings.

R.G.

That means you, Ronnie.

What does it mean?

It means we don't like odd numbers.

Punch-up McGarrett, Stephen Jay.

School records, 1944.

Close-up, final grade, biology.

All right, gentlemen.

It took exactly 17 seconds for the computer to select and display that

information.

You have the releases prepared, John?

Yes, right down to the comments.

Where's Ventricourt?

He'll be here.

These releases give us permission to delve into every aspect of your life.

Nobody is bound to sign, but when you do, you will be giving up all rights to

privacy.

Nothing will be sacred to the computer, and I mean nothing.

All your records will be probed. School, military.

Employment, financial.

In-depth interviews with friends and neighbors.

All medical records, including history of sexual behavior.

You want bachelors to sign, too, Steve?

Bachelors, too. Why, you got something to hide down?

Let me sign one of those things and get out of here.

You just dropping in for a visit, brother?

We Polynesians gotta move fast before we catch any shocks, Brennan.

What is it, Ben?

There's talk on the street that Ronnie Gross was hit.

My favorite little stoolie. It'd be too bad if he was. I'll be sorry about that.

So am I.

He was valuable.

Well, if he was hit, you can be sure he was on to something big. Find out what

it was.

Hi, Angie.

Going somewhere?

What does it look like?

I'm sorry, Angie.

About what?

I hear Runny was hit.

You cops hear a lot of things.

Hey, this has been cool.

Play it straight with me, huh?

I can't play it straight or upside down. I'm holding no cards.

Can't run away from it, either. The world's not big enough.

So what do you want me to do? Stand in the middle of Waikiki and yell, I'm

Runny's girl?

He used to...

Talk to me when the lights were out. Maybe I know something, so hit me too.

Listen, if that's what they're thinking, they're thinking it now.

Maybe I can help you, Angie.

Look, it's all over. I don't know nothing, so just let me out of here,

okay?

Six years.

Ronnie played both sides for six years and nobody cared.

He worked for them, he worked for us.

And we all knew it, that was his insurance policy.

Then all of a sudden he's a threat to somebody.

Why?

Why now?

Because there's dirt all over, not just on Hotel Street.

Diamond Head and Kahala, that fancy new government building too.

People like us, we get the short end.

or there's others just as dirty who come out smelling like a rose.

You want answers, mister, ask higher up. Ask in your own office.

These are the last of the Dan Williams credit card receipts.

Take it back to April 12.

Who was the guest?

Rita Marlborough.

She's got a criminal record a mile long. How come William took her out?

No investigation of her as far as I can see.

I already checked that out. It was a national security matter.

Five-O working with naval intelligence.

Strictly hush-hush.

That's why it doesn't show up in our files.

Civil service records.

Drummond Paul, assistant district attorney.

Two years unaccounted for, 63 and 64.

Where was he?

We know he applied for a passport.

Got a leave of absence.

That's all so far.

Okay, find out where he went, why he went, who he was working for, and why he

came back. The works.

Bank statements and canceled checks.

Sergeant Edward Duke Lukella. January 1st to date.

Do you see what I see?

Yeah.

You don't know where it came from, do you?

More than $19,000.

I don't know, Steve.

Well, here's the deposit slip.

One check for $19,200 transferred to your account from the Outer Island

Federal Bank of Europe.

I don't have an account in that. Well, the bank says you do.

All transactions handled by mail with deposit slips in your own handwriting.

I didn't write them, Steve.

Do you have any business in Hilo?

Any moonlighting? Any reasons for banking there?

No. But you went there every six months. How come?

Well, just a minute, John. I'll handle this.

Duke, you did go to Hilo.

We have the airline tickets to prove it. Now, you have no business there, no

family. I do have family there under a different name.

I've got a niece, Gladys, 21 years old, orphan, not married.

She had a baby three years ago.

The guy took off.

I tried to help her set up a little shop in Hilo on the big island.

She lives there with a kid.

I go there a couple times each year to see if she needs anything.

I never told anyone.

Steve, you know my folks.

Missionary stock.

If they found out, it would shame them.

Yeah.

It gets worse, Steve.

Outer Island Federal Bank.

An account in Duke's name was just closed out there.

Two deposits a year for the last three years.

Dividends from the Sand and Surf condominium company in Honolulu.

Total amount, 19,200.

I call the Sand and Surf.

They acknowledge that Edward Duke Lekella acquired 400 shares of stock

three years ago at $200 a share.

Yeah? Acquired from whom?

And how?

According to the records, with cash.

$80,000?

How was the money brought in?

They say he did.

Can anyone identify him?

No.

No way. The woman who handled the transaction died two years ago of

leukemia.

The 80,000 joke, what about it?

Steve, three years ago, Gladys's shop, I was broke.

Had to take a second mortgage on my house.

You can check that with the bank.

$80,000. Where would I get money like that?

Yeah.

No kidding.

Well, that's nice. Very nice.

Well, you'll be glad to know that Hawaii is safe on the hands of 5-0 and the

district attorney.

They found their security leak?

Yeah, they found them, all right.

Wouldn't you know it.

Turned out to be a cop.

It's a frame.

I'll... I'll stake my life on it.

It's a rough one, Steve.

Checks, signatures?

Got to be a crack in it somewhere.

Got to be.

Now, I want the book on the Sun and Surf Condominium Company.

I want to know who they are, what they are.

I want to know whose money behind it.

I want to know their banks, their stockholders, investment syndicates, now

you name it.

If they're public, check them out with the SEC.

Okay, split the work. Get on it fast.

Simpson here.

Yes, that was expected.

Of course.

You're entirely welcome.

What was that?

Not important.

Sand and surf condominium.

What did they want?

Police were out there checking up on their man.

That's not important?

Exactly what we expected, Mr. Manoa.

We know how to protect our investments.

Hey, look, Miss Ice Cube.

It's almost five o'clock.

Now, why don't you knock it off and let's take a bit?

I'm not fond of the sun, Mr. Manoa.

Besides, I might freeze your $15,000 pool.

Okay, okay.

I had it coming to me.

Now, look.

It's okay to be cool sometimes.

But you've got to make things happen to know you're alive.

Did you ever make things happen, Miss Simpson?

Oh, does that interest you?

Yeah, but interestingly, no one says you gotta work all night, Miss Simpson.

For once, why don't you put the numbers away and think about me as a man?

I already have.

And I became violently ill.

more cooperative.

Books, ledgers, stockholder lists, everything we wanted, we got.

It all faded to the iron brain.

Okay, who owns the company?

It's a corporation duly registered in the state of Hawaii.

There are 11 owners, each one of them holding privately issued stock.

And who are they?

Stockholders.

Each of the owners have between 200 and 600 shares, with the exception of Bryce

Halsey Limited, which has controlling interest at 4,100 shares.

There's Duke's name.

400 shares purchased May 17th, 1969.

The total capitalization was $1.6 million.

We were checking on each owner.

Nothing on them so far.

Who's this Bryce Halsey of?

An investment company based in Switzerland.

We're having Interpol...

Check them out.

I talked to some brokers here.

They all heard of the name.

Okay.

A corporation called San & Surf is formed three years ago. It's a hui, a

building center.

Now, I walk in and I tell them that my name is Danny Williams, that I want to

buy 400 shares of their stock.

I pay them cash.

I tell him that I want the dividend sent to a post office box.

Now, you would be listed as the owner, and you wouldn't even know it.

That almost works, except for one thing.

My endorsement on the dividend check.

Cancel checks.

Sand and surf condominiums to Edward Duke Luke Keller.

Duke's endorsement on each check.

Could be fortune.

If it is, Steve, it's perfect.

Put on a comparison shot.

Duke's signature on his police identification card.

Twins.

Too good.

Too slick.

And why was the money transferred now?

From a hidden account in Hilo?

It's almost as if somebody wanted that money to surface now, but why now?

Any, uh, anything else? Any other reports on the other people?

Yeah, just one, Steve.

We, uh, checked out those two years spent out of the country by Assistant D.

Ed Drummond.

Turned out to be a hitch from the Peace Corps.

The Peace Corps?

He was a part of a team of lawyers.

Help a new nation in Africa set up their constitution.

Still at it, Steve.

Still at it, John.

Capricorn goat. Very stubborn.

Yeah.

I'd be fighting, too, if it was one of my men.

But I'm afraid the fight's over.

We're going to court tomorrow.

And frankly, I've seldom had a stronger case.

I'm sorry.

I won't ask you to wish me luck.

Good night, Steve.

All right, John, Chris.

Bye, fellas.

Translation?

Good night and good health, brother.

Yeah, I got the brother.

You've known Chris a long time, haven't you?

Yeah.

We were kids together.

Like... like brothers.

That's all here in the dossier.

Same age, same school, same neighborhood.

Both kids.

Sons of fishermen.

Andolome honey docks.

Chris never forgot that, you know.

How do guys make it big?

Then they don't owe you.

Well, he made it, all right.

Harvard Law School, graduated magna cum laude.

Scholarships all the way, I bet.

Yeah. Most liaise, as far as I remember.

Let's see what the machine remembers.

Chris Lohanee, school records. Punch them up, please.

The machine agrees with you, Ben.

It's a brilliant mind.

Yeah, he put us all to shame.

Hold it.

Let's see the last year of that high school record, please.

Those remarks at the bottom, can we have a blow-up of that?

Student offered full scholarship, University of Hawaii, declined.

Offered full scholarship, Wisconsin, declined.

Partial scholarship, Princeton, declined.

Is that all?

Where's Harvard?

Yeah.

That's what I'd like to know.

It's got to be.

Maybe it just didn't show.

He couldn't afford a school like that.

Dano, contact the registrar at Harvard. Make it an official via the Cambridge

police. I want to know who paid Chris Lahani's tuition.

From Chief of Police, Cambridge, Mass to McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.

Inspection of records at Harvard revealed tuition for Chris Lahani paid

by Bryce Halsey Limited.

That's the investment company in Switzerland. Same outfit that has

controlling interest in sun and surf condominium. Sand and surf, sir.

Sand and surf condominium.

Same outfit that put Chris Lahani through school.

And maybe, just maybe, put a foot inside the DA's office.

Foundation pays for a man's education?

Has a few shares in a building syndicate?

Coincidence, maybe. There's nothing illegal about it.

Read the cable from Switzerland, then.

From Inspector Carl Albrecht Interpol to McGarrett Hawaii Five-0.

At your request, we have checked Bryce Halsey Limited.

All inquiries are referred to a law firm in Zurich that stands on its right to

privileged information.

Albrecht.

Okay.

Hypothesis.

Now, a long time ago, there's a meeting of the underworld.

I'm talking top international level.

Now, they're planning their strategy for decades to come, planning it like a war

with deep-planted spies inside the enemy camp.

Now, how would you do that, given all the time and money that you need?

First, you pick your people.

You pick them in high school the way the big corporations do.

Young people with brilliant minds and empty pockets, you take care of the

family, you ease the financial strain.

Then you invest a few thousand a year in a kid's education.

Tuition in the top mainland school, plus clothes, a car, spending money.

You do better than all the other scholarships that are available to a

poor kid.

Then you sit back and you wait for your investment to pay off.

The kid knows what he owes you.

He graduates with top honors and gets a degree.

Then you help open the right doors.

He gets the right job.

And you get his soul.

Chrysler, honey.

I picked him myself.

No discredit to you, John.

He was the best there was.

They saw to that.

That's why they invested so much in him.

That's why they protected their investment by planting a frame against a

cop, but not just any cop.

A key officer.

Planted it three years ago when Lahani was appointed to the prosecutor's

office. If we ever got close to uncovering him, they would spring the

trap on Duke, and that's what happened.

Theory.

Hypothesis. You're gonna have to prove it, Steve.

All right, I'll prove it, but my way, my ground rules.

I'll put Lahani to a test that is guaranteed to smoke him out, but I need

full cooperation from your office, John. No roadblocks, no making waves.

I get it?

All right, Steve. Go.

How are you today, Chris? Just fine, Governor, fine.

I was supposed to meet Mr. Drummond here.

They all left a few minutes ago. Big emergency meeting at Mr. Manicote's

office.

Emergency? What about?

I don't know, sir. They left word for you to get over there right away.

Is she ready to talk before a grand jury?

Probably not for a day or two, but I have a feeling that... Chris? Steve?

What's up?

Sit down, Chris.

Glad you're here. Our case against Duke has been shaken pretty badly.

Steve?

Runny Gross, the informer, had a girlfriend named Angela Carroll.

She's mad because Runny got hit. She's been talking to us.

According to her, the whole thing against Duke is a frame.

Angela Carroll.

I thought she skipped to California.

Oh? You know her?

No, no, I never met her, but, uh, I heard Ben say that she skipped.

Well, she's back. She came back last night. We have her in protective

custody.

Well, uh, what has she told you?

Well, it's coming out slowly in dribs and drabs. We haven't put it together

yet.

We don't want to push her, Chris.

She might climb up.

She keeps mentioning some outfit in Switzerland.

Says they pull all the strings.

Yes. It looks like they set up the frame against Duke to protect someone else.

Someone in the government.

That'll blow the lid off the state house.

If it's true.

Yeah.

Steve, this girl, she's in a lot of danger.

But she's well protected.

We've never lost a witness yet at the Mauna Kea Hale.

John, I think you should have someone go and see Judge Kalehi about a

postponement based on new evidence.

Yes. Chris, will you take care of that?

Sure.

Yes, may I help you?

Lahani, DA's office. What is it? I'm here to interview the witness.

I'm sorry, sir. No one sees her but Mr. Manicote. Well, I'm Mr. Manicote's

assistant. I'm sorry, sir.

Do I need credentials?

I know who you are. No one sees her but Mr. Manicote.

Now, look, officer, you're asking for trouble.

What's going on?

Is something wrong?

What is it? Everything's fine, Miss Caroline.

Go back inside, please.

Would you like a few minutes computer time?

All yours, Mr. Lahani.

Dossier on Ronnie Gross.

Any special part?

Photographs. Ronnie Gross and close associates.

Uh, hold it.

Go back to that, uh... that nightclub picture, Ronnie Gross and a woman at a

table.

That's fine.

Perfect.

Yeah. Thanks, Mike.

He bought the picture.

This is a very good friend.

I need an October 12th.

Today. Must be important.

Very. You got it.

That was Chris Lahani.

Sounds like trouble.

You're not going to meet him?

One hour from now. Same time and place we met, October 12th.

I'll take a slow ride to Aiea and back to make sure I'm not followed.

Mr. Manoa, this could be a trap.

You're supposed to be cool, Miss Simpson, remember?

There's a time for cool and a time for caution.

Interpol's been asking questions about Bryce Halsey Limited.

That's for them to worry about, not me.

I'd like to send a cablegram.

Bryce Halsey Limited, 24 Koenigshaal, Zurich, Switzerland.

Leading Hawaiian stocks in state of decline.

Am taking appropriate action.

Signed, Simpson.

It's Manoa.

The meat is on.

Jen, do you read me? Read you, Steve.

Both subjects are now in area one.

Now, we'll wait until they meet before we make our move.

How is Route 7 on your side of the mountain?

Blocked off. Nobody gets through.

Except maybe a patent tank.

Good. Good.

We got trouble. Talk.

Ronnie Gross' girl, she's talking her head off. Now, you've got to make a hit

before she... Hold it, hold it. You made a mistake.

She's already been hit in L.A. The company figured she knew too much. Look,

it can't be. I saw her myself. She's right here in Honolulu. You saw Dame.

You know it was her? Of course it was her. I checked it out myself on the...

Come

on, let's get out of here.

Let's go.

Bryce Halsey.

Who else?

Central, this is McGarrett. We're up on the Makapul Cliffs on the military road.

Send a couple of ambulances. We've just had a massacre.

Lahani and Manoa hit.

Bryce Halsey goes on.

I guess no one wins this one, Steve.

Not so, Dono.

Duke wins.