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Thank you.

John, if you want to make a deal, you can make it. That's your business. I'm

just here to listen. Ben, listen.

I beat my brains out bringing Tony in here. I don't have to be here. Tony says

no, McGarrett. No talk.

Steve will just listen.

I'm in no more mood to make a deal with that monster than you are.

Hello, Tony?

Wow, you came.

Brought the big fella, too, huh?

Far out.

Can I get you some coffee? A little homemade apple pie? You said you wanted

to pitch a deal.

Right.

That's what I love about you. Right to the mother-loving point.

I want out.

Out. No trial, no bail. Just out.

That's right.

Come on, John. You're wasting my time.

Open up, please.

How'd you gents like to nail Manola?

One more time.

King Manola.

What charge?

How about murder one?

We're listening.

We got a deal?

He said we're listening. Go on.

Ever hear of a creep named Victor Delgado?

Yeah.

It was no accident.

It was a hit.

Manola ordered it?

Manola did it.

With his own two hands.

I know because I saw him with my own two eyes.

No way.

No way. If you saw, you'd be dead. No way Manola would let you live to

testify. I saw, I'm alive, and I can prove every word I say.

Now, gentlemen, do we have a deal?

You want immunity for eyewitness testimony?

Yep. For me and Marty. If your story holds up, then you and Marty will get

your immunity.

Let's get it on tape.

Not so fast.

Immunity for openers.

I also want the present charge against me and Marty reduced to simple robbery.

Tell that to the guard with Marty's bullet in his chest. Come on, John,

let's go.

You'd rather put away a couple of small fries like me and Marty than nail

Manola?

That's much better.

See, baby?

I told you they'd be reasonable.

That's right, I'm pregnant.

Isn't that groovy?

Which leads me to demand number three.

Me and Marty's gonna be married.

In a church.

That's possible.

There's a chapel right here.

A real church.

After the wedding comes the honeymoon.

See you in court, John.

All right, a weekend.

In a suite at a top hotel.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I get to pick the, uh, what do you call it?

Maid of honor.

No big thing.

Thanks, John.

The whole deal stinks.

She's building a frame. Why in the world pick a Manola? Steve, that's like

playing Russian roulette with only one chamber empty. She's a liar. She's a

pathological liar. Why frame Manola? Because that's the only frame that can

help her. Anything smaller than Manola, we'd have walked by now, wouldn't we?

If you're gonna finger Manola for murder one, you should be in solitary.

You're not stupid.

You know Manola's gonna come after you, don't you?

I want the kid to have a legit father.

I want the wedding, the honeymoon, the works.

Then I'll sit in solitary.

And McGarrett, I don't want to wait until the kid is kicking.

You want Manola?

Book the church.

Well?

Okay, from the top.

Let's have it and in detail.

Don't skip anything.

It was a Thursday afternoon.

A deserted stretch of road.

It's a place where the road dips down and then up around a curve near Diamond

Head Tunnel.

Yeah, right about here.

No, up ahead a little, around that curve.

About here is where I stopped Delgado's car.

According to the accident report, this is the spot.

How's that for openers?

All right, let's take it step by step.

Cool.

Thursday afternoon, February 8th, Mrs. Delgado leaves the pad for her weekly

bridge game. Ten minutes later, I phone Delgado, tell him there's been an

accident, his wife's hurt.

That moved Delgado.

And in a hurry.

Get lost.

I said get lost.

No!

Lean on Delgado.

That's all Manolo was supposed to do.

Then he freaked out. He went ape.

So you say it was about here that Manolo started slapping Delgado around, huh?

No.

There was no slapping.

He hit him once with his fist. Why are you trying to mix me up? That's

precisely what Manolo's lawyer will do to you on the stand.

You say you pulled the emergency brake?

No, I jammed on the foot brake.

Did Marty try to stop you from getting out of the car?

He didn't have a chance.

Look, when I make my move, I move.

John.

I kept looking back until he rolled around the curve, and I couldn't see

anymore, so I made Marty stop the car.

Did Marty stop the car, or did you put on the foot brake?

What's with the two-bit details?

Look, I saw Manola push Delgado over the side. I'll swear to that in court.

Sure, but will anyone believe you?

Now, put yourself in that jury box.

Manola's king of narcotics and vice on this island, the careful king.

Nobody's been able to touch him, including us.

Now you tell us that with hitmen available in half a dozen states, he

taps you and Marty to set up a murder.

We were new on the island. No record, nothing, like virgins.

Besides, we had a letter of introduction from a fat cat in Detroit.

Does the cat have a name?

Emil St. Clair. Maybe you heard of him.

Are you telling us that on the basis of a letter from Detroit, Manola taps you

and Marty to set up a hit?

Oh, no, you don't, baby.

Manola told us he was just gonna work the guy over. We never knew anything

about a hit.

But it was a hit, and you were a witness.

Now, why aren't you dead?

Because he doesn't know we saw him do it.

We? Me.

You said we.

I meant me.

Show us how Manolo pushed the car.

Oh, what are you trying... All right.

He pushed the car like... Wait a minute.

Yeah, he punched Delgado with his left hand.

That's right. And he pushed the car like this, like a lefty. It all fits, Steve.

According to the accident report, the skid mark stopped in the middle of the

road, but there were no skid marks where the car went over the side.

Now we know why.

What was Manolo wearing?

Tennis shoes, plaid pants, blue shirt, no hat.

Sunglasses. Yeah, I remember he was wearing sunglasses because Delgado

kicked him in the chest and the glasses flew off.

HPD found a shard of glass at the scene.

It was a non-prescription glass. No way of tracing it.

I was standing right over there by those rocks.

I can show you the exact spot.

I remember because I looked up and somebody had painted right over my head.

I almost cracked up. That would have been something, huh?

Somebody painted what?

Down with pushers, legalized pot.

One thing still doesn't figure.

What's that?

Manola making the hit himself.

Well, it figures.

Well, I'll buy the deal. What about you?

Yeah, Manola's worth it.

What's bugging you, Steve?

Well, she's been with us a couple of hours now. Chances are the prison

grapevine's got the word out.

Ben, get Chin for me.

Okay, you got yourself a deal.

Terrific. 24 hours is all you get.

Come on, McGarrett.

24 hours. Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

After the honeymoon, you round up your grand jury and I'll sing my song.

Steve.

Chen, pick Manolo up.

The king?

Yeah, the king. But no fuss. Make it look like a routine questioning. Go.

Done.

I will get you 50 Manolos just left for a vacation.

Where's Hilf? Yeah.

Last chance, Marty.

Manola's on the loose. You know what that means.

You look just great.

Come on, let's go. Tony.

Why don't we just stay here?

Put me on?

I got a church right here. A real church?

Marty, don't you remember?

We talked about getting married. We picked out the church.

Where were we going to stay on our honeymoon?

I even let myself get pregnant.

McGarrett can protect us here.

If we go outside to a hotel room, you know Manola.

I don't care about him.

Look, if Manola's going to try and get us, let him have to find us in the best

hotel on the island.

We'll be sleeping between silk sheets, having breakfast in the honeymoon suite,

Mr. and Mrs. Martin Walker and son.

How's it?

Roadblock's all set, Steve.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go.

Thanks.

Steve, there's a woman inside there with a camera. Was in there before the

roadblock was set up. Get her out.

She won't leave.

What do you mean, she won't leave?

Says she's a member of the wedding party.

That's Margo, my maid of honor.

That was part of the deal. You said I could pick my own maid of honor,

remember?

Margo who?

Margo Cooper.

She's the best.

Does picture stories for all the big magazines.

I figure since we're risking our necks, we may as well pick up a few bucks on

the side.

You know, a little nest egg for Junior.

Okay, Juke, leave her alone.

The ring.

The ring.

I got it.

Man I'm nervous.

We are gathered together

for

a most happy occasion.

Hold it.

Got it. Come on out.

Perfect.

One more. Now smile.

Beautiful.

There we are.

What's the chopper for?

You. The Kahala isn't that far from here.

Change of plans, honey.

I was counting on the Kahala.

So was Manola.

All right, so where are you taking us? Some two-bit flop house?

Let's go.

Garrett to Chin Ho.

Regio, Steve.

Come in.

Everything set up?

All set.

All personnel in position.

Security plan A in operation.

Okay, coming in. Coming in.

Control center.

This is your room, Steve.

And this is the honeymoon suite.

Marty? What?

Well? Well, what?

Carry me over the threshold.

Come on.

Do it.

The night doors are locked on the outside.

Drapes are to be drawn at all times.

We get the message.

Phones are not connected for any outside calls.

Aw, come on. I was gonna call all my friends in Detroit.

There'll be guards in the corridor and on the roof 24 hours a day.

Now, under no circumstances, repeat.

Under no circumstances.

I do attempt to leave the room.

Violate any of these rules and the honeymoon's over as of that moment.

Understood?

Let me see the floor plan.

Champagne.

Compliments of the hotel.

McGarrett, I like it.

Good.

Hey, McGarrett.

I'm gonna go take a little shower.

Me too!

Come

on,

honey, let me in.

Come on, I mean, we're married now.

Mr. Vincent's here, Mr. Manola.

All right, Vincent, name your price.

The same as last time.

Your best chance was surprise.

To hit her before McGarrett could get set.

Like I didn't try?

Problem is...

By now, McGarrett will have the place turned into a fortress.

It's going to be next to impossible.

Now, you look.

Next to impossible means possible.

Do it.

Find a way, but you do it.

That's it, 7-8.

Here in Sector 9, we could use another man, Duke.

It's pretty well covered.

We could extend Sector 8 to cover another 40 yards toward the ocean side.

Well, I'd still feel better with another man.

You got him.

Steve, call for you in the house phone.

McGarrett.

Yeah.

Yeah.

When?

Okay.

Sure.

Chin, as soon as Dano gets here, brief him.

If you need me, I'll be a couple of steps away.

Hello, Margo. Hello, Steve.

Won't you join me?

Still beautiful.

Still chic.

Flatterer. You know me better than that.

Well, black coffee for you.

A split for me.

Just like the old days.

To the good old days.

How long has it been?

Eight years, two months, couple of days.

Wow.

Would you believe I gave up a trip to China for this?

No, I wouldn't believe it.

Well, it's true.

Well, maybe not for this.

But I did have a chance to walk the Great Wall, interview Mao.

I blew it for McGarrett.

You shouldn't have.

Nothing's changed.

You've changed.

I can remember when you wouldn't give up an assignment, any assignment, for any

man. All right.

I've changed.

How about you, Steve?

Still a full-time cop?

Charlie Culligan, I called.

Yes, Mr. Culligan, let me see.

Yes, I think we have something for you. I know it's short notice, but I just

picked up my bags and left Waukee just like that.

It's so noisy and so congested and crawling with hippies.

Oh, but this place.

This is the real Hawaii.

Say, can you give me a room on the top floor, one with a view?

Well, I'm afraid the sixth floor will be impossible, but...

I can give you 510.

Well, I'd like to be in the top, but if that's all you got, I'll take it. Just

send my bags up. I'll find my own way.

Can I help you, sir? No, thank you.

Sorry, sir, but what's your room number?

510. You're on the wrong floor. That's one floor down.

I'll be darned. I pushed the wrong button.

Silly. You know, a lot of people this happens to.

Hey, what's going on around here?

A VIP playing golf this morning?

What did you do after you left Honolulu?

First I went through a long debate whether to kill myself or to kill you. I

decided to take a job with an underground newspaper in Chicago at ten

bucks less a week than I was making here.

Anyway, I blew that job in a hurry and then, yes,

Vietnam.

I'd planned to stay a month and cover some front-line action.

Instead, I stayed a year. I saw some of the things you filed from there. First

class.

Steve?

Yeah, Ben.

Okay, we let the cover unit at the Kahala cut out?

Sure.

Manola must know the situation by now, so send them home.

Well, how about you, Steve?

What's your life been like since I left?

You pretty much see it.

You have to go off duty sometimes.

At least you used to.

I still do.

Sometimes.

I can't do the job.

I tried.

McGarrett's got them walled off. You can't get to them. No way.

You're telling me it can't be done?

That's exactly what I'm telling you.

Look, King, the price is for a hit, not suicide.

Well, it figures.

With McGarrett, it figures. I thought maybe a slip of a mistake, he'd be

around.

Okay, you try it.

Oh, here's your money.

Keep it.

I didn't earn it.

You may, uh, you case the joint from top to bottom.

That I did.

That's good enough for now.

You know your way out.

Yeah.

Oh, Dr. Harlow, that, um, that little matter we talked about, I think I'm

gonna need your help.

King?

I've given your problem a great deal of thought.

It wasn't easy, but after many hours of diligent effort, I

think I may have found your answer.

McGarrett to KUA 394.

Request check for number one.

Equipment check.

Station number six, come in, please.

Station six, all clear.

Station number seven, come in, please.

Station seven, okay.

Station eight, come in, please.

Clear on station eight.

McGarrett to station nine, come in, please.

You invited me to come by, so here I am.

Free and clear for a while?

Yeah, for a while. What do you have in mind?

Let's kick off our shoes and see what happens.

This afternoon...

I asked you about your love life.

As I recall, you did a lot of fancy dodging.

You know me, always fast on my feet.

But you never married.

Never.

There must have been at least a couple of near misses.

No comment.

Huh?

How about you?

No comment.

But enough of the past.

You know what we asked him?

A couple of uncommitted consenting adults.

Interesting.

From here to the service elevator, how far?

About 10 yards.

Your certain room service always uses this exit.

Well, the other kitchen exit leads directly into the dining room.

All right, now, upstairs, how far from the elevator to their suite?

65 yards.

Around a corridor?

No, on a straight line.

There's a cop on guard outside the elevator.

There's another one right outside of their suite, and the room to the control

center is open, and that's just full of cops.

Then the exchange will have to be made there, between the kitchen exit and the

elevator. Oh, that's going to be rough.

There's a lot of traffic there during the dinner hour.

That can be to our advantage.

Is that a door?

Yes, that's a fire exit, seldom used, only in emergencies.

How far did the service elevate?

About 10 yards. Good enough.

Then station yourself inside that door.

Now, Vincent, timing is of the essence.

If you make the exchange too soon, the vial will release in the elevator or the

corridor. Too late and... Look, I'm no amateur.

I know my job.

You've already told me.

And he'll tell you again and again. We're not going to blow this, Vincent.

Do you understand?

I've managed to build in a five-minute delay.

That may not be enough.

It better be enough.

Five minutes, Vincent. That's all you need.

And that's all you're gonna get.

How's it going?

You ever try making duck larange with a cup breathing down your neck?

You're just about home free. The honeymoon will be over tomorrow.

Where'd this come from?

The wine cellar. You pick it out yourself?

Right. Anybody else handle it? Nope.

I was with him the whole time, Danny.

Are you all right, miss?

Yes. Are you sure?

Yes, I'm all right. Thank you.

Don't tell the manager about this, please. I could lose my job.

That's all right.

It's forgotten.

Thank you.

You may pour the champagne, my good man.

And one for the good cop. Oh, no, thank you. I'm still on duty.

Okay, let's go.

To a long life.

For the three of us.

I hate to see this honeymoon end.

Me too.

Steve.

How much money do you make a year?

Enough.

Why do you ask?

I probably earn five or six times your salary.

And for what?

Taking pictures.

While you risk... I know. It's a huge injustice, isn't it?

Do you mind telling me what's on that nimble mind of yours?

Steve, can we go away together?

Find some isolated, exotic island?

That's what Hawaii's supposed to be.

I mean an island where you're not the boss cop.

What are you suggesting? You pick up the tab?

All right, we'll go Dutch.

Why are you jumpy tonight?

Yeah, I'm jumpy.

I know Manola.

Cyanide. Hold your breath. Get out of here. It's deadly poison.

This is McGarrett.

Get an ambulance here quick and get the house doctor up here. Tell him it's

cyanide poisoning.

If there's any oxygen on the premise, I want it here on the double.

Steve? I just spoke to Chin. He's about ready to slit his throat.

A woman dressed like a housemaid fainted.

Chin swears he never left the cot for more than a few seconds.

That's about all it took.

Manola's killer must have a doctorate in chemistry.

Tell Chin to spend a session with the mug files. Maybe the fainting lady will

turn up. Right.

The girl is all right.

Let him.

It's going to be a long night.

Thanks, Dad.

Picture of a 28-hour-a-day cop on duty, as usual.

You look like you could use some coffee.

I'm tired, baby.

Maybe later, huh?

Steve. About that vacation.

Oh.

Margo... Wrong time, wrong place.

All right.

Sorry, maybe it's the wrong time to bring it up, but... it's just that we

had something special going.

I thought maybe in the cold light of dawn, we... we could decide to keep it

going.

Long timing.

That's the story of my life.

Forgive me.

What do you say?

Do you want to get married?

It sounds great.

But it wouldn't work, would it?

It could be marvelous.

But look at this.

Papa trots off to work and what does Mama do?

Sit at home and wait and worry?

Mama's got her camera.

Terrific. I can spend the rest of my life taking pictures of these beautiful

Hawaiian sunsets.

Can't you picture me following you all over the world from Rome to Hong Kong?

Changing the film in your camera while you bring in the bread?

Yet.

Seems to me I've heard that song before.

Anyway... nice seeing you again, McGarrett.

It was a hell of a 24 hours.

How is he?

Doctor's working on him.

He's gonna live.

He's taken worse.

Bullets.

Once there was so much blood... He'll live. Don't you worry about Marty.

He saved your life. Do you know that?

Tried to carry the gas container out, got it far enough away.

Then he collapsed on it.

Oh, my God.

That gas was meant for you, kiddo.

Manola couldn't care less about Marty. Marty wasn't an eyewitness.

You really think Manola did this?

Who else do you think did it?

Yeah.

Who else?

It figured.

Manolo couldn't... Why are they taking so long with Marty?

Wait a minute.

What figure?

Huh? You said something figured. What figure?

Leave me alone, McGarrett. I got a lot of things on my mind. Well, maybe it's

time you started to unload some of them.

You never did intend to testify, did you?

I may be a little far out, but I'm not crazy, McGarrett.

Get killed crossing Manola. A couple of cats almost did.

Marty's gonna make it. I told you that.

What? To go back to prison for five to ten?

Six years' good time.

And Marty's gonna be so good. And you're facing a rap, too.

I'll plead innocent.

And with my big belly staring at him, what jury's gonna convict me, huh?

Whether you're found innocent or guilty, in prison or out, Manola's gonna get to

you. You know that, don't you?

No. Now, I'll get word to him.

I'll tell him I never dreamed of testifying. Never have, never will.

He'll buy that.

Never.

Never. And you better realize that.

You're an eyewitness to a murder one count.

Now, Manola's gonna start wondering.

This time she didn't talk. Next time, she might spill it all.

And as a result of the incredible cyanide strike, two dead, Martin Walker

and his bride, Tony. These remarkable pictures were taken by Margo Cooper,

internationally known photographer, who was on the scene when Hawaii Five-0 head

Steve McGarrett...

He's here.

Send him right in.

Got a message. You wanted to see me.

That was three days ago.

I know Ron Maui flew back just a few hours ago.

What's bothering you, McGarrett?

Death.

Death always bothers me.

Especially when it's induced.

Murder by cyanide is very unusual. Did you hear about those two kids?

Yeah. Terrible thing.

I understand that you knew Tony and Marty Walker.

Well, yes. I, uh, employed them briefly, as a matter of fact.

And the weasel who set up the cyanide, did you employ him briefly, too?

That's a hell of an accusation.

I hope you can back that up.

Did you know Tony Walker was supposed to testify before a grand jury?

Oh.

Nothing to do with me, I trust.

Everything to do with you, Michael.

Really.

I would have been interested in hearing what she had to say. Would you?

You're gonna get your chance.

Dino?

Surprise.

You shouldn't have done it.

You shouldn't have killed Marty.

Book him.

Right of one, two counts.