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How does it go?

Cut construction costs to the bone. I've made the debentures convertible, thrown

in warrants up the interest. I've met all of your demands.

Now, do I get the 25 million or don't I?

We're aware Kamani Murdock is a lifelong dream of yours, but we have to pass.

It's a great idea, Donald, but it's time just hasn't come yet.

Edgar, you've been saying that for 20 years.

Now, isn't it about time you raised your sights just a hair...

above all that sugar cane your daddy left you.

Maybe so, Donald, but better safe than sorry.

Well, gentlemen, I see the further discussion is useless.

Thank you for your time, your consideration.

Good day. Good day. Goodbye, Donald.

See you at the club, Donald.

Look, Father, you don't have to insult them. They have a right to... Those

unclaimed mummies.

You know what? They did that. They don't want me any bigger.

I don't belong.

First generation, never went to Yale.

They'd better not come to this cripple when they're on their knees or they'll

be walking around on stumps.

Will you just forget them?

You have enough money, Father. You don't need to... I don't want to hear another

word out of you.

No, no intention of quitting.

I'm not gonna take up needlepoint. I'm not gonna join any basketball team for

paraplegics. I'm going to build Kamani Murdock.

Go on back to minding the store. That's about all you're good for.

Murdock, let it happen.

Mr. Cooper!

Should I wait for an answer?

No. Thank you.

Andre. Yes?

If she begins to shiver and shake and pours forth noxious gases... I suppose

just spray it liberally with cologne.

Where are you going, anyway?

I'll be back in a minute.

Can't you call her tonight?

Her husband might not like that.

Yeah,

Doc, what do you got?

Two slugs, Steve.

Fired from approximately 25 feet.

One hit him in the upper chest, but the other penetrated the lower abdomen.

Severed the aorta.

probably instantaneous.

What time?

About 4 PM.

OK, Doc. Thank you.

Well, time tallies. With all the traffic in and out of that garage, he couldn't

have been lying there for more than a few minutes.

What have you got, Danno? Killer was a good shot. No strays.

What about the slugs? They don't match anything in our ballistics files.

The murder victim, what's his name?

Stan Cooper.

Yeah. What about the note he got?

It's written with a cheap ballpoint pen.

Chair says the watermark's on it. Match the notepaper used on the exchange

floor. Any prints?

No, only Stan Cooper's and the runner.

Lot of strength behind that pen.

Yeah, could be a man imitating a woman's writing.

Steve, this is Howard Paona, the runner at the clearing house.

I've only been working there a few weeks. I hardly knew Stan.

All right, son. Relax.

You're not in any trouble. Sit down.

This note that you delivered, did Mr.

Cooper read it in front of you?

Did he seem nervous or worried?

No.

Who gave you that note?

Nobody. Nobody?

It came in the message cylinder to the pneumatic tube.

Came from where?

From the stock exchange floor.

Are there any stopovers on the way?

No, but there's five or six sending points on the exchange floor.

Had Mr. Cooper ever received notes like that before?

Sometimes. From that same Gwen?

I don't read other people's messages, Mr. McGarrett. I had nothing to do with

it, honest.

Okay, Howard.

You can go. Thanks for coming in, son.

Chin, get down to the exchange floor. Talk to the traders. If there's a Gwen

there, I want to talk with her.

Anything else, Ben?

According to Andrew Beaufort, manager of the clearinghouse, and everybody that

knew him, Stan Cooper was a bachelor, an indiscriminate swinger.

Married, single, young or old, it didn't matter so long as they had money.

He was on the phone half the day.

All right, keep going, Ben. Check his records, his finances, his whole work

scene. Right.

Gentlemen, I want a personal history of Cooper.

His background, his friends, enemies, ex-wives, if any, irate husbands, and a

list of his girlfriends.

All right?

Wheel me down to the end of the pier.

I want to know why you murdered Cooper.

Just following your orders.

I didn't tell you to kill him. I told you to get him out of the way for a

while. I got him out of the way.

Period.

Killing is clean.

Unless Dan Cooper pulls a Lazarus, there's no way he can come back and

identify me.

Idiots.

Now you've got McGarrett and Five-O digging into the case. Oh, let him.

Well, they're busy checking out Stan Cooper's Danes and hunting for a husband

with horns.

We'll pull our rip-off.

Look, I give you a blueprint.

You stick to it.

When and if I can.

Don't hamstring me. I know what I'm doing.

Last time you told me that, they pulled your license.

That private detective's license was yanked because of you.

You pressured me into that industrial espionage job if it hadn't been for you.

40 million dollars involved in this deal.

You and your collection of small-time hoods. You don't like what I'm doing.

I'll just pull it off myself and deal you out.

Child. What are you going to do?

Chase me in your wheelchair?

Now, look, you're not stupid.

Without me, you've just got a ton of fancy paper.

You try unloading share one, you're in the slammer.

Okay, Murdock, we need each other.

Just quit bugging me.

I don't want to bug you, Laughlin. I don't even want to see you.

Just follow the scenario.

One more stupid trick like that Cooper killing, I'm calling the whole thing

off.

You said Cooper carried on an active private life during working hours.

But he was good at his job.

Computer experts trained for this market are hard to come by.

What are you doing for one now?

Right behind you there.

His name is Martin Johnson.

Moved to Hawaii a few months ago.

Frankly, I was lucky to have him on tap.

Did Cooper have access to any stock tips, authentic inside information?

No. By the time the stocks get up here, it's all over.

They've already been bought or sold. We don't really know any more than the man

in the street.

Was he in a position to pull off anything illegal to make money?

A lot of money.

Not as a computer operator.

Why?

We'd like to figure out how come Cooper died leaving $300,000 in safety deposit

boxes.

Did you find any Gwen's there?

No, but I spotted one on Stan Cooper's personal phone list. She's out there

now. Well, bring her in.

Come in, please.

Danny, this is Mrs. Gwen Halsey. How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

Take a look at this, please.

That looks a lot like my handwriting, but I didn't write it.

You did know Stan Cooper?

Yes.

Did you ever send him any notes?

In view of the fact that Stan Cooper was murdered, I'm afraid I'm going to have

to ask you the nature of your relationship with him.

We had sort of an investment partnership going.

Tell me about it.

Stan got a lot of good stock tips.

Well, I went out and bought them for us.

Whose money?

Mine.

How'd you make out?

I'm a little ahead.

And he shared in the profits?

Yeah, sure. I gave him half. That was our agreement.

He knew all the insiders. They were his tips.

Did you ever lose any money?

Yes.

And did he pay his share of the losses?

I couldn't ask Stan to do that.

The poor guy was over his head in debt.

He was paying out all that alimony and... Mrs. Halsey, if you want advice

in investing, I suggest you seek out a legitimate counselor.

Stan Cooper, never married, and he died rich.

I'm afraid you're the victim of one of the world's oldest badger games.

Heads he wins and tails he lose.

I have no idea what I went through to get this key. Just use it and tell me

later.

You can't cut the main alarm.

We don't move till tomorrow afternoon.

They'll find out.

It's knocking out the auxiliary.

Kill all the power to the clearinghouse just before we hit.

automatically next to the main alarm.

You... You've killed him. You figure we should have asked him to have a beer?

Come on, let's grab his legs.

He was hit on the back of the head.

Death occurred between 1 and 3 a.m.

Danny?

Looks like whoever killed the watchman tried to jimmy this door open.

Yeah.

He knew how to kill fast and efficiently with his bare hands.

Yeah, but two murders in the same building, three days apart.

Coincidences do happen.

Besides that, that bank was hit twice before.

The last haul was 135,000. Are you saying this could be attempt number

three?

All right, Chin, check HPD.

See who's on the island with bank MOs. Got it.

Dono, get the computer to kick out all bank boosters with guerrilla or commando

training.

I'd like to include electricians and alarm experts.

Good. Now, let's get up to date on the Cooper case. What have we got?

Nothing. Stan built a lot of women out of a lot of money, and they kept right

on buying his hot tip line.

The killer signed Gwen's name.

He must have known her or about her. Or somehow got hold of one of her notes.

One thing was sure, he was no stranger to the exchange.

It could have been someone who has worked with Cooper, who got to him for

reasons having nothing to do with women.

Like what?

Oh, loan sharking to hard-up traders.

He was well-heeled enough to do that.

Any evidence of that?

No. I talked to all the regulars on the floor.

Same story. They all paid him as a cat who played the ladies.

Not list of Cooper's ladies.

Dig in. Look for an irate husband or a boyfriend who had something to do with

the exchange.

We won!

Won what, Father?

My son, the fire clerk.

Leave those damn papers with the girls and come on in here.

with Kamani Murdock.

We've been there already.

There's absolutely no way we can come up with the 25 million.

No? Well, I just did.

Well, how?

By putting up the collateral and the stocks in our vault.

You can't do that, Father. It is against the law. Those securities belong to

customers. You're blithering.

Wilbur Sloan is loaning me the replacement stocks.

We shipped him from Boston today.

Sloan?

What are you looking so surprised about?

I said old Wilbur up in business. We made a lot of money together.

He'll do just about anything I want him to.

But how could Wilbur Sloan come up with 25 million in negotiable securities?

Of course, New Jersey, Pennsylvania associates.

He knows I'm good for it.

I don't know if you're lucky or the greatest salesman in the country.

I make my own luck.

Father, have it any way you want it.

Oh, incidentally, I'm ordering new electronic scanning equipment for the

vaults. It's all right with me, but why?

There was an attempted robbery last night at the Inner Island Bank.

You get anything?

No.

Evidently, they were interrupted by the night watchman, but...

He was killed.

Inter-Island Bank? Which branch?

Come on, the exchange building.

Well...

Hello.

Loughlin.

We're fighting the clock, Murdock. What do you want?

Look, I told you, no more murders.

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

Now, don't hoarse me.

That watchman didn't kill himself.

Some bank hood did it for him. Read the papers.

You and Johnson were there last night.

Sure. Five floors up, pulling the alarm system.

We were long gone before it happened.

I don't believe you.

I hate to say it, but you're getting a little paranoid.

With you, that's easy.

Now, listen.

And this time, listen.

We're postponing the hit.

Too late for that.

Are you suicidal?

The cops will be crawling all over that building.

Oh, come on.

What do you think they're going to do, camp out in front of the place?

They took some pictures, asked some dumb questions, picked up their stiff and

went.

I still want it postponed.

It's too late. It's on the rails. The whistle blows at one.

Now, why don't you just put your paranoia in cold storage while we make

you $40 million?

What's he got to be nervous about?

Our bellies are on the firing line, not his.

Yeah, he gets the millions and we split a lousy hundred grand between us.

He gets his in stock.

Paper!

That's where we're one up on him.

It'll probably be years before he can turn it into cash.

We get ours in green the minute the job's done.

Anything that goes wrong, we're gone. He takes the rap.

And the heist was his idea.

How good is it? I don't like it in any place at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Now, don't make me waste time explaining it to you. We're doing it right. I know

what I'm talking about.

All right, let's synchronize our watches.

Will you knock off that army chicken?

Now, you listen.

This is clock to the wire. A quarter of a minute off and we'll all wind up in

the rock garden.

1220 coming up.

Three, two, one, mark.

Now, you all know where you're supposed to be. I mean, every second.

And remember, you've got to keep a compass in your head and get to the

rendezvous points on time.

Let's run a route check.

Yoko? I come down Ala Moana to Ward, make a hard right on South King and...

Then I come down to Hickam.

Link, down Kapiolani, turn left on Kiyomoku, right, and another right.

Jersey? Alamo wanted a peacock. Hang a left at... Hang a right to Kapiolani.

Jersey, you mess up, and I'll personally put a bullet through your front teeth.

Okay, okay. Driving, I know the way.

Now, in case of accidents, traffic jams, don't hang and get to alternate streets.

You need me anymore?

No. I've got all the moves.

Then I'd better be getting back.

This is one day I don't want to be late coming in from lunch.

It's almost time.

Equipment? It's all here. Wheels?

Motor checked, gassed up, ready to move.

Let's go.

Here's a sticker.

Hit the deck and close your eyes.

Get down.

Don't move.

We don't have any money. Just stocks and bonds. Who asked?

The first one to move gets it in the back.

Father, no.

It's not worth it.

Armed robbery in progress, Stone Fairchild, Caheca Street.

All available units in area.

Units 12, 13, 43, armed robbery in progress, RL Walters Company,

Caheca and Kanunu Streets.

Units 8, 92.

50, Murdoch and Son, armed robbery in progress.

Units 10, 61, 22, armed robbery in progress.

McPherson and Son... Dano, get on it. Find out what's happening.

It's business of friendly trips over to your neighbor's desk for a little time.

Everybody, move!

What's going on here? Get out! Get out!

Move,

mother!

All right, on your feet.

Pull the microfilm out of that computer.

It doesn't use microfilm. Another lie like that and I'll nail you to the

floor. Pull it out.

Listen, he worked for you with a purpose.

You hack,

you shoot. Take him off.

Operator, get me the police. This is an emergency.

A robbery in broad daylight at one in the afternoon.

Does that make sense?

It does in the brokerage business.

One o'clock here in Honolulu is six o'clock New York time.

Wall Street's been closed for three hours.

The brokerages that were hit here had only skeleton staffs on hand. They were

finished doing business for the day.

Well, how much did they get away with at the clearinghouse?

What's the latest estimate, Mr. Beaufort?

Roughly 40 million in negotiable securities.

40 million? Just how negotiable is negotiable security?

As I understand it, among brokers, they're as interchangeable as dollar

bills. Is that correct?

Afraid so. You see, the negotiable stocks are stocks in street name.

Street name?

That's right. They're made out to the names of brokerage houses, not

individuals.

And they knew enough to take only the street name stocks?

That's right. They knew just exactly which files to go for.

Then these stocks are not traceable.

That's right, too. As they buy and sell, brokers swap street name stocks with

each other. New York, Illinois, Maryland, anywhere.

Well, if the names are no help, what would you do if you lost some stock? We

do keep daily ledgers.

In addition, our computer microfilms every certificate we process, and a

backup system records it in the computer memory core.

Then if the stolen stocks are sold, we can trace them. No, Ben, it won't work.

Even if we caught them with the stolen stocks in their possession, we couldn't

prove that they were stolen.

Don't you see? That's exactly why they took that microfilm out of the computer

and shot out the memory core. And those torches burned up the ledgers and

records with the certificate numbers.

You know, if you think about it, this was an ingenious scheme.

Ordinarily, if they're gonna heist something that's identifiable, first

they heist and then they wipe out all traces. Here they did just the opposite.

First they wiped out all traces, all records, and then they took the 40

million. Mr. McGarrett, I'm...

The guests are a bit edgy about all of this.

If it's all right, you don't need me anymore.

Sure. Thank you very much for coming.

Thank you, sir.

All right, General, let's get to work.

Ben, check all freight terminals and the post office department.

Ask them to be on the alert for large shipments of paper, anything that could

be stocks or documents.

That much paper is heavy. It's not going to be easy to hide.

Dano, Bird-Dodd digs exchange here.

Yet if we ever do find those stocks, there must be some way of identifying

them if we're to get a conviction.

Right.

What about those burners, Chin?

There can't be too many outfits that handle them.

Why don't you get on that?

Okay.

Ladies, we need your help.

If any of you could identify even one certificate that was stolen yesterday,

it might put those men behind bars. It's impossible.

We handle thousands of certificates a day.

But some must catch your eye.

Try to think back. What about a certificate that had a torn corner or

maybe that was ripped?

Look, supposing I remembered that a 100-share certificate of, say, U.S.

lumber had a tear in it. Now, what would that prove?

That company issues millions of certificates. It could be, well,

hundreds that might have a little tear.

But we have to come up with something identifiable.

What about under 100 shares? You know, odd lots.

Well, we see that all the time for all shares.

50 shares, 25, 10-share certificates.

Now, what... Can they tell you?

Well, don't give up. Keep thinking about it. All right.

You were close enough to the torch to really see it.

Can you pinpoint the actual model?

I'm sorry.

They look a lot alike.

Could be any one of the six.

Thank you.

It's definitely this Model J-19. I remember the shutoff valve here at the

tank.

Thank you. This could be very helpful.

Right.

I hear you're from the police.

Oh, the, uh, senior Murdock, my father.

Yes, I'm at the 5-0.

Why, you know, will you go back and tell you, Mr. McGarrett, I want the

protection I pay for?

People murdered, hoodlums walking in, taking 40 million in broad daylight, 8

million of it mine. Father, please.

You'll have to excuse him. He's more upset by this. Don't apologize for me.

Police are sitting on their keisters.

They haven't picked up a single suspect yet.

My business won't survive these losses.

Well, you do carry insurance.

Of course I do, for my records and ashes.

I think the police are very good when it comes to getting razors, but when are

you going to go out and catch these criminals?

I want action. I want it now.

All right, that's it.

Pay time.

You got it.

Come back tomorrow night at this time.

What's wrong with right now?

I just want to make certain the bottom of those sacks aren't filled with straw.

I've been to eight places.

Nobody on these islands stalks a J-19 portable welding burner.

I do.

Have you sold many in the past month?

Oh, about a dozen or so.

You know, hobbyists, the...

Model makers and metal sculptors, people like that buy them. Any record of those

who bought them?

No. I have over 2,000 items here.

Anybody come in and bought four J-19s at once?

Yeah.

How did you know that?

Well, this fellow, he want to order four. I had only one in stock, so I had

to order three more from the warehouse.

And he keep calling me up every day, wants to know when this thing get here.

So I finally get very tired of that.

And I told him, give me your phone number. And when the things get here, I

call you.

You remember the number?

No. The first two digits?

No. Anything?

No, I'm sorry, I can't help you. Okay.

Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute.

I have something here.

And, uh, let's see.

Charles Smith, Palm Garden Hotel.

Thanks.

Steve, we lucked out.

The room Charles Smith rented was left empty when he vacated.

Chae Fong pulled prints off the water faucets, TV knobs, and everything in

sight. Mr. Charles Smith turns out to be a guy named Jersey Fraser.

Wanted in Massachusetts, New York, Kansas for felonious assault, burglary,

and armed robbery.

You tie him into the clearinghouse heist?

He bought the four burners. The shop owner picked out his mug shot.

HPD's got an all-points bulletin out for him now.

Oh, no, no.

Tell him not to pick up Jersey no matter what. As soon as he's located, put a 24

-hour tail on him.

His make says he's only a hired hand.

We've got to find out who pulls the strings.

Who? All right, send him in.

So, this is where the great man thinks up his great scheme.

How dare you come in here in broad daylight? I told you we were never to be

seen together.

Those were your ground rules, and I'm changing them.

I know what you're here for.

$100,000, a small denomination.

I'll take it and get out.

Thanks, partner.

We were never partners.

But you've got gall, I'll give you that.

Too bad you have no imagination.

Well, I'm glad you said that.

It's gonna make it easier.

I'm not in this for a lousy 20 grand.

Not after what I did.

I'm in it for one-third of $40 million.

You are insane.

I kept the microfilm from the clearinghouse computer.

Just try to unload that stock without me, and I'll send the reels straight to

McGarrett. Out!

Don't.

Oh, come on.

There's no way out, and you know it.

You're taking me into the firm.

Murdock and son.

And friend.

Dad, have you seen this new stock offering?

Shut the door.

Shut it.

You might as well know about this.

I'll spell it out for you.

You're making me security chief.

It's the best way of easing me into the company.

And as your head of security, I'll make certain that nothing happens to that $40

million burning hole in your vault.

All right, Laughlin, it's a deal.

That's better.

Well, I'll see you Monday morning.

Partners.

You and Laughlin were working together.

40 million.

It didn't come from Sloan.

The Claringhouse robbery.

I finally figured it out, did you?

Why?

How many people have died?

You've jeopardized everything we've got just to have your way.

I had nothing to do with the killing. That was Laughlin.

You hired him. You're responsible for it.

Stupid fool. I designed this caper.

You think I was going to let myself be crucified?

I figured he'd try a double cross.

But that computer expert Johnson was my man.

And I made sure that he used useless, exposed microfilm.

Well, why didn't you tell Laughlin that?

He had a gun. He shot me on the spot.

He will.

Sooner or later, anyway.

Get me a 5-0.

Yes,

I understand, Mr. Murdock. Are you willing to sign an affidavit to that

effect?

That's all I wanted to know. Thank you.

I'm sorry for the interruption, Mrs. Finley.

Quite all right.

Now, you understand, you have to be willing to swear to all of this in

court.

Well, yes, of course.

All right, please go on about the odd lots you were telling me about.

Well, Walt Lohan died last month, poor soul.

I read about him in the paper even before his last certificate came through

the clearinghouse.

He was a broker.

He had no heirs.

They sold off everything he owned, including the very first stock he ever

purchased. He framed that stock and hung it on his wall.

McGarrett, excuse me.

Steve, we're at a deserted warehouse on Pier 19.

Jersey was just dropped off by a cab.

Hold it.

Another guy just drove up.

They're going inside now. Maybe the payoff.

Oh, and Steve, according to Farisee's travel, Jersey's got a 6 o'clock

reservation to fly to San Francisco tonight.

All right, Dano, we'd better move in. Call in HPD support units around the

warehouse. I'll be right there.

Mrs. Finley, do I understand you correctly that there's one piece of

stock you can identify?

Yes, I can.

Positively? Yes, sir.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Beautiful, Mrs. Finley. Thank you.

We'll get back to you.

Here it is.

Twenty grand apiece.

There you go.

Anybody want to cut double or nothing?

Put the money down. Put your hands on top of your head.

Don't move. You're under arrest.

What for?

Robbery.

What is it? Some kind of a fishing expedition?

You got nothing on me.

How about four burners and a sworn statement from Murdoch Sr.

that you offered to return his certificates and give him a cut if he'd

fence the clearinghouse stock?

That's a lie.

Murdoch. It was his idea.

He planned the whole thing.

Murdock said you threatened to implicate him if he went to the police. All right,

then. I'll frisk him.

I got it?

What have you got to sell?

$40 million worth of paper.

It's a microfilm.

From a computer.

It's got all the stock and all the stock numbers on it.

Take it down to Murdoch and Sons. See for yourself.

I'm informed by my attorneys the roll of microfilm was previously exposed and

useless. That's right.

Did you at least check with Wilbur Sloan in Boston? Now, now, that's where all

these stocks come from.

They were shipped via Merchant Air Express.

I didn't get you the way-bill number.

Forget it.

I've already checked. Sloan backs you to the hilt.

Mr. Murdoch, we, uh... You invited us to inspect your vault.

Of course, I insisted that you come here.

put an end once and for all to Laughlin's insane allegations.

But you've seen my inventory.

Now, what do you hope to find with this bizarre certificate-by-certificate

search of every piece of stock in my possession?

Evidence or the absence of it will free you of all suspicion. If we find

nothing, we'll check the vault of every other brokerage house in Honolulu.

A Honolulu trader had to plan this caper.

Evidence? What evidence?

See you.

Is this it?

Yes, I still see the frame marks.

What did I tell you?

One share, Knox Hostess Carriage Company. Pile value, five cents.

3rd of January, 1912.

And you're willing to swear that this was taken from your file during the

Clearinghouse robbery?

I certainly am. Okay.

This is the oddest odd lot ever, Mrs. Finley, but it's all we need. Thank you.

Mr. Murdock, you're under arrest.

Fraud, criminal conspiracy, and grand theft.

There was no way they could ever find out.

Hmm?

You and your unspeakable arrogance.

Look what you did.

I understand that you wanted police action, Mr. Murdock.

I'd say you'd get about 20 years of that.

Look him, Ben.

Thank you.