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Just do this again.

Slow it down, slow it down.

Alright, hold it, hold it.

Good.

Welcome and aloha. Thank you very much, Gordon. I want you to meet my family, my

fiancée, Miss Angela Sordi. How do you do? My son, Mickey.

And that big fellow there, that's Dimitri Burgholz, my mechanic.

Aloha to you all.

Gordon and I have torn up quite a few tracks together, haven't we?

Le Mans, Watkins Glen.

Saint-Germain, Quebec.

But now you're into hill climbing.

Oh, yes, there is nothing like it, Gordon.

One man against a mountain, against time, the ultimate race.

Tantrums. Yes.

Five miles of uphill treachery. S-curves, switchbacks, sheer drops of

thousands of feet.

There's nothing to match it in Europe.

You've studied it well.

I'm surprised you never tried it, Gordon.

Oh, no, thanks. Not me.

Yes, I know the legends that the mountain is jinxed, the tower of evil,

the answer to every driver's death wish.

But you see, Gordon,

I have everything to live for.

Everything. A son to carry on my name.

A beautiful woman I love.

Huh?

Ah, no chance for a death wish.

No chance.

So now let's not forget the guest of honor, huh?

Who is here?

Somebody is here.

What have we got, Denim?

Dimitri Burkholz, master mechanic, age 40.

Been working for Perreño 12 years on and off.

He had a room back there.

The lights were still on when we got here.

We figured he heard a noise. Came through that doorway and met whoever it

was here.

He was apparently killed by a blow to the cranium.

Left temporal region.

Time of death?

Sometime between 1 and 4 a.m. We'll check it out later.

Thanks, Doc.

No sign of a struggle.

Well, check HPD for prowless walks in the neighborhood anyway, Dano.

Chin, anything you can get on the victim's personal life, any contacts he

had in Hawaii outside of this house.

Che, any make on the murder weapon?

Could be anything here, could be nothing here.

We'll look at him under our lens.

Who found the body?

Perreño himself.

Called HPD about 7 this morning.

He must have called Washington next. I've already gotten three blasts from

the State Department.

One of those.

Did you get a statement from Perennial?

Not yet. He's not here, Steve.

He's not here?

Didn't HPD tell him to stay?

They did, but he took off anyway.

Left his lady friend here to let us in.

Her name's Angela Sawyer.

Miss Sordy?

McGarrett, 5-0.

Where's Mr. Perrineau?

He's out on the mountain with Nick.

He was told to remain here until we arrive. What is he doing on the

mountain?

Alex doesn't mourn like other men.

That's what makes him Alex.

Where were you this morning between, let's say, 1 and 4 o'clock?

In my room.

Our room.

Did you see anything or hear anything?

Nothing important.

Well, tell me anyway.

Well, it was... It was about ten after one. I... I heard a

noise outside.

I wasn't sleeping very well. I... I went to the window.

I saw...

Two men getting out of a car.

A taxi.

They were very noisy.

Maybe they were drunk. I don't know.

I did see that one of them was Dimitri.

Yeah. And what about the other one?

A younger man. I couldn't see very well.

How young was he?

I couldn't tell.

It was dark. His face was turned away. I... I don't know. I

don't know.

I can't go into that turn too deep. It's a decreasing radius curve.

But from there, it just saddles up to the top. Not bad.

9S curves, 12 hairpins, and an unrailed flat-out with a 2,000-foot drop on both

sides. Not bad.

Not as bad as unwanted company, Nicky.

Mr. Ferrino? Yes, what is it?

McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0. I'm Saunders, State Department.

You reported a homicide this morning. You were asked to remain on the

premises. Why aren't you there?

Well, Mr. McGarrett, the first thing you must learn is that I am not accustomed

to taking orders.

I assure you, sir, it's only because we're concerned with your safety. After

what happened last night... I need no reminder of what happened last night.

Dimitri was a good man, a good friend.

How good a friend?

Twelve years, and not a crossword between us.

Employer, employee, that didn't matter.

We shared the same feelings about cars, about racing.

A feeling no one else quite understood.

I can't imagine why anyone would do him harm.

Maybe they were trying to get to you.

No evidence, of course.

Have you thought about that?

Strangely enough, I have, Mr. McGarrett.

I have sent for the best mechanic in California to check my car from top to

bottom just in case he has been tampered with. That is what you were thinking,

isn't it? Yeah, and I was also thinking that you should have protection for the

rest of your stay in Hawaii.

I don't like bodyguards. They interfere with my personal freedom.

I suggest one anyway.

And I decline.

You ask Mr. Saunders here what my diplomatic status is. Oh, I don't have

to ask Mr. Saunders. I've heard nothing else since 8 o'clock this morning.

Very well.

We can't force you to take a bodyguard, but as of now, there's going to be a

squad car in front of your home whether you like it or not.

Thank you for regarding my feelings. Thank you very much.

Father, they're just trying to protect your life. When I want your opinion, I

will ask for it, Nicky.

Mr.

Perreño, there's a point to be discussed.

Yes, I better.

Mr. McGarrett? Yeah.

If I saw something funny last night, I mean, not a crime or anything, but...

Should you tell me? Yeah.

What'd you see?

Angela, my father's fiancée.

I saw her leave the house during the night, very late.

I got suspicious, so I followed her.

She walked to the Kahala Hotel.

It's about half a kilometer down the road.

She went past the parking area around the side near the pool.

And then a man got out of a car and followed her.

They talked for a while near the pool, maybe five, six minutes.

Then they said goodbye.

And I ran back to the house so I'd get there before she did.

What time was all this?

1.30, 2 o'clock.

Did you recognize the man?

He was a man I saw at the docks when we got here yesterday.

He looked at Angela, and then she looked at him, and I knew that they'd met

before.

Last night when you followed Angela, was Dimitri already dead?

I don't know. I didn't even know he was dead until this morning.

And why did you follow her? What were you suspicious of?

It's really got nothing to do with murder.

Let me be the judge of that, Nicky.

She does things behind my father's back. She sees people he doesn't know about,

and I just don't want him hurt.

Mr. McGarrett, what I said about Angela, it's true.

But I didn't see her do anything wrong.

She's not in trouble, is she?

Don't worry, Nicky. We don't accept anything unless we check and recheck it.

Oh, by the way, someone told us they saw a man bringing Dimitri home the other

night. Young man.

You?

No.

Looks good to me. I'd like to take her out to the same train you're going to

run. Well, I think you're entitled to that after coming 3,000 miles to hell.

Well, Mr.

McGarrett, it seems we can put your tampered car theory to rest.

Do let me know when you have another.

I have them all the time.

Lab said maybe sabotage, maybe not. We could tell very little from the twisted

pieces of metal to the left.

And less from the driver that was killed.

How many people want you dead, Mr. Grenier? How much paper do you have, Mr.

McGarrett? The list is rather long.

Business rivals throughout Europe. Some say I've dealt with them ruthlessly.

Some are correct.

A few disgruntled employees, a jealous husband here and there.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

You have an ex-wife living in Spain, do you not?

Yes.

Any enmity there?

Probably. But Felicia?

No, Mr. McGarrett.

She wouldn't know a carburetor from a door handle.

Well, she could hire someone who did.

Not Felicia. No, no, no, no. She's not very good at planning.

I mean no insult to your mother, Nicky. I know, Father.

Besides, she'd gain nothing from my death.

There was a full settlement at the time of our divorce.

She's not in my will any longer. Who is?

The two people most dear to me, Mr. McGarrett. What do you propose to make

of that?

Two people are dead. At least one of them was murdered.

We follow all lines of investigation, Mr. Perenio. There are no exceptions,

including you.

Now, Dimitri knew no one in Hawaii outside of this household.

How about the rest of you? Do you know anyone here?

Racing officials.

Aside from them, anyone else?

No. No.

No. Not me.

We have information that someone brought Dimitri home in a taxi the other night.

Any idea who that was?

No.

Very well. We'll have a description soon enough. We're talking to cab drivers

now.

We'll keep in touch. Well, don't take too long, Mr. McGarrett. We're leaving

right after the race.

Race? What are you racing with?

Did you think I was quitting, Mr. McGarrett?

You don't know me very well, do you?

I've sent for a duplicate car from California.

I want that car checked thoroughly before you race it. For once, we agree,

Mr. McGarrett. I have no death wish.

The car will be checked by the second best mechanic in Europe. Me.

Mr. McGarry, I've got to talk to you.

Go ahead.

When you asked me about Dimitri, I lied.

I did bring him home, and I put him to bed.

And then I left.

Why did you lie about it?

I didn't want my father to know.

You see, Dimitri drank a lot, especially before a race.

And I was supposed to watch him and make sure he didn't go in any bars.

But he slipped away.

When I saw he was gone, I ran to the nearest bar down there on Wai Lai

Avenue, and there he was, drunk.

So I got him in a taxi and brought him home.

If my father found out, he'd flip out.

Well, I'm not exactly overjoyed about it. You could have saved us an awful lot

of man hours by telling the truth.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

You won't say anything to him, will you?

No. There's no need for your father to know about it, Nicky. For now, anyway.

Thank you.

The kid said he followed Angela to a meeting with a guy, and she said she has

no friends in Hawaii.

Which one is lying?

Well, maybe both.

I want the book on these people, Chin.

Interpol, mainland police, newspaper morgues.

Get on it with Ben as soon as you get back.

Now.

It's a beautiful day. I think I'll change and go shopping.

Sounds expensive.

Did I ever say it would be anything else?

Ah, poor darling.

It must be boring for you, sitting here day after day, waiting for the race to

be over. No, no, no, you're wrong.

I'm never bored. I have everything I could possibly want right here with you.

Well, we struck gold at the advertiser.

Let's have it. Alex Perrini, king of the swingers, before, during, and after

marriage, till he met Angela.

That seemed to be all the woman he needed.

To prove it, he bopped a few guys in nightclubs for making cracks about her.

That Angela's no shrinking violet.

Jumped in a public fountain in Paris three years ago, ate a kind of a one

-woman aqua cake.

There she is, throwing a bottle of wine at a photographer.

Anything on the kid?

Yeah. He was kicked out of an English school for cheating, then tried to set

fire to the dorm, claimed it was only a prank.

Nice family.

I wonder if they pray together.

Okay, so they're a pretty wild bunch, but murder?

I don't know.

There's still the mystery man.

Nicky said Angela met at the hotel. He could be the key to everything.

If he exists.

Ben, Chin, trail Angela's sortie. Let's see how much Nicky made up and how much

is true.

Okay. Dressed up for a date, Angela?

I don't have any time for foolishness, Niki.

Get out of my way.

You know you won't get away with it, Angela, don't you?

What are you talking about?

Another meeting near a swimming pool.

You followed me?

Was there something you didn't want known?

Nicky, there are things you don't understand, things you misinterpret.

Oh, I'll bet.

Now, don't tell anybody about this.

For your father's sake.

Why don't you try to persuade me, Angela?

Get out, or I'll press this horn, and we'll both tell our stories to Alex.

I'll give you three seconds, starting now.

Steve, Inspector Albrecht Interpol. Run down a perennial from six European

capitals. Look at that.

Bring him in, Danno. He lied to me.

Chin Ho here. Patch me through to McGarrett.

Lied? What do you mean I lied?

You told me that Dimitri was a good friend. 12 years and not a crossword

between you. You never mentioned the fact that you put him in a Paris

hospital for a week.

It's true. Four years ago, I hit him. Once, I caught him drinking heavily just

before the Grand Prix when he was supposed to be checking my car.

Well, he endangered my life. Naturally, I was upset.

Can you blame me?

Well, Dimitri blamed you. He filed criminal charges against you and

subsequently dropped them.

For what consideration?

No bribe, if that's what you mean, Mr. McGarrett.

He was sorry it happened, and so was I.

We became good friends again.

The fact that I rehired him proves it. Oh, I assure you, this was a closed

book. It had absolutely nothing to do with... McGarrett.

Chin, Steve.

We're at the King's Alley shopping mart. Got a breakthrough.

Yeah, we got Angela, got a man, got something green in an envelope.

Looks like a payoff.

Guess Perenio will hit the ceiling when he finds out.

Probably.

You may go, Mr. Perenio.

Just off the plane.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Fantastic.

Let's check it out.

OK.

60 pounds pressure.

Check.

Universal joints tight.

Steering column linkage okay.

Mickey, battery terminals were loose.

Wheel alignment dialed into half a degree. Looks good for a starting point.

Brake and gas pedals even.

A little too much play in the clutch.

Can you tighten that up?

Is that enough?

I'll find out on the hill.

What happened?

Decreasing radius curve.

Nothing stops my father.

Suspect now approaching Palm Bungalows.

I want him picked up for questioning, Chet. We're sending a backup car. Don't

try to take him till the car gets there.

Central, McGarrett. I want a blue and white support, Palm Bungalows, Coolio

Avenue.

Let's go.

Up against the carpal first.

What are you running for, mister?

Hmm. Now I know why.

Looks like we got a hot one. Yeah.

Nine millimeter.

European made.

Wow.

Officer Mizuki, I've taken $10,000 from that man, and you're a witness.

Yeah, but 10 grand is a lot of money. Did he say why he got it or why the gun?

This guy won't talk, Steve.

If I get you 10, he's been taken by cops before.

Have the HPD men bring him in. You stay there with Chin. I want that place taken

apart. There's a warrant on the way.

What a relief.

Are you surprised he's in one piece?

Hair sample on the wrench matched Demetri's exactly.

Same with the bone fragments and epidermal traces.

All matched the murder victims.

What about the blood type on the wrench? A negative.

Demetri's? A negative. This is a murder weapon, Steve. No question about it.

Dano, looks like we misjudged this one badly.

What way, Steve?

At the beginning of this investigation, we said wild bunch, but murder, no. Now

I say murder, yes.

I don't know. I don't know.

What's hanging you up?

If I ever saw two people in love, it's Angela and Alex.

What do you say, Jay?

Well, I go by the facts. The facts say murder won.

No question about it. I agree.

Angela gives Brill 10 grand.

Murder weapon in Brill's car.

Pick up Angela's sortie, Dano.

Suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder. Intended victim, Alex Perino.

You went to the bank?

cashed $10,000 in traveler's checks, and gave it to Brill.

Yeah, we know his name now.

Chin.

Frank Brill, con man, thief, a small-time hood who wrecked us at rest

in Paris and New York.

All that was on his fingertips.

Why did you give him the money, Miss Sawdy?

Let's try a theory.

Alex changed his will seven months ago to include you.

You share everything equally with his son. It runs into millions.

But Alex is a healthy fellow.

Not much chance of inheritance there. It could take 10 to 20 years.

But maybe Brill could help things along. Maybe he could do something to Alex's

car before the race.

No.

But Dimitri was in the garage.

He caught Brill tampering with the car and Brill had to kill him. No!

But you did meet Brill the night of the killing. Nicky saw you. He picked him

out of a lineup so we know that Nicky is not lying.

Yes, I met Frank, but not for the reasons you think.

Then why?

Why, Miss Horty? And why the payoff?

I'm Sidney Leftcourt. I've been retained as counsel in this matter. What is Ms.

Sordy's status now?

She's being held pending arraignment.

On what trumped-up charge?

I'd like you to see some pictures, Mr. Perino, that were taken yesterday in

International Market.

The envelope contained $10,000.

The man is Frank Brill, a known underworld figure with record of arrests

on two continents.

And we found the murder weapon in his car, confirmed by the police lab.

A woman hands somebody an envelope.

What does it prove?

Suppose you ask her what it proves.

From a legal point of view... You stick to your legal point of view.

What does this mean?

It has nothing to do with you.

You gave this man money.

He killed Dimitri and you say he has nothing to do with me? No, no, you don't

understand. Well, then what?

For God's sake.

He was blackmailing me.

Blackmail?

What about?

Why blackmail?

A long time ago, in Paris, I had an affair with Frank Brill.

I knew he was a criminal, but it was exciting to me then.

I didn't know how evil he was.

He had taken some pictures. I didn't know.

He threatened to send them to you.

Why didn't you tell me?

We would have dealt with him together.

I was afraid to.

You were still seeing this man while you and I were... No.

It was over long before we met.

Then why were you afraid to tell me?

I didn't know what you'd think.

My living with this man is criminal.

By then, I loved you so much, I didn't want anything to spoil it.

So you prove your love by not trusting me.

By dealing with him behind my back.

It was a mistake.

I know that now.

It seems I am the one who has made the mistake.

Alex!

Don't race.

Some other time, some other mountain.

Not here, not now.

After all this?

After all this, you expect me to believe your loving concern?

The performance is over.

He's still in danger, isn't he?

Don't you think it's time you told me the truth, Miss Soddy?

All of it?

Joe DiMarchi, Kimo Kono, Mr. Alex Perino. Gentlemen.

Mr. Perino.

These men are official scrutineers of the Sports Car Club of America.

As you know, they'd be examining your car under any circumstances before a

race, but this time there's a special reason.

Two mechanics killed in a car over the cliff.

So gentlemen, take nothing for granted. Not a bolt, not a wire, not a plug.

OK, take her apart.

The car's perfect.

Are you satisfied, Mr. McGarrett?

Now leave us alone, huh?

With pleasure.

Case closed.

All police security removed, as of now.

Aloha.

Good luck, Mr. Periño. Thank you. Goodbye, Mr. Periño. Thank you. Goodbye.

Wrap it up.

Say, are you hungry? Yeah. Me too.

Very clever, Nicky.

Bolts loosened, then tightened by hand.

They would look and feel all right, but come apart under heavy

vibrations.

hurt.

Angela knew how sick he was, how much she hated you.

But she couldn't bring herself to take it.

There is no need for this, Angela.

What happened with Brill... I forgive you.

But I don't forgive you, Alex.

Flagmen and communicators, ready?

Ready.

Zero minus 20 seconds.

Solo, one event.

Hill climb.

Tantalus Mountain.

Driver, Alex Parreño.

Existing record, four minutes and 26 seconds.

All precautions taken in regard?

Everything checked?

Everything.

Oh, except for one thing.

You don't have a machine for looking inside a man's mind.

But my bet, Alex Perenio will beat the...