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Thank you.

Thank you very much for your opinion.

Excuse me. Can you tell us what you think of the new proposed superhighway

from Kahuku Point to Honolulu?

Don't need it. We paid too much taxes already.

Thank you very much.

Here comes a gentleman out of the building now.

Sir, we're getting some opinions here today. Can you tell us what you think of

the new proposed superhighway from Kahuku Point to Honolulu? Sir, camera's

right over here.

Do you think the enormous cost...

Get me Sergeant Scully, BCI, please.

Sam, Duke Le Keller here.

I need a background on Peter Winkler, Caucasian, age 42, lives at 1132 Owl

High Street.

Arrested 4.17 PM today for assault.

Print's on the way down.

Got it. Thank you.

Computer says no records anywhere.

Not just in Hawaii.

We ran it through the Washington Brain Bank, too.

Nothing on him before 66.

No birth certificates.

No social security.

Not even a library card.

It's like he was born seven years ago.

He must be using an alias. What about fingerprints?

No prints on file. Not here, not in Washington.

Man uses a phony name with no criminal record.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Law says a man can use any name he wants as long as it's not for illegal

purposes.

How do we know it's not?

By checking deeper into Mr. Winkler.

Oh, Mr. Sanders.

Yes?

I want to thank you for dropping the charges.

Forget it. I mean it. Well, do you ever think of becoming a TV critic?

Thank you very much.

Mr.

Winkler. Yes?

0850. I'd like to talk to you. What for?

We'd like to know where you're from, Mr. Winkler.

From?

L.A., Chicago, Romania.

Place.

I'm from New York.

Brought up in Europe. No birth certificate, New York.

Or any other place, for that matter.

Well, I was born in a house, not in a hospital. My parents from the old

country, they couldn't keep very good records.

That's putting it mildly. Your life seems to be one of the world's best-kept

secrets. We checked underpull.

Nothing on you in Europe.

What's your real name, Mr. Winkler?

What makes you think that Winkler is not my real name? I mean, why is the

government suddenly interested in my name?

They're not.

Their only concern is income tax and immigration status for all those

unrecorded years.

Well... My real name is Albert Hoffman, a

naturalized citizen. I lived in Philadelphia 22 years.

In 1966, I witnessed a murder by an underworld figure.

I testified.

The murder was given a life sentence, and I was warned that some of his

associates would be coming after me.

I was told to disappear for my own safety, change my name, find a new life.

You're saying the federal authorities helped to arrange a new identity for

you. Exactly.

Well, that's not unheard of.

However, the head of 5-0, Steve McGarrett, happens to be in Washington

just now.

I'm sure you wouldn't object to us asking him to check with the Justice

Department to see whatever they have on Albert... Hoffman, please do.

Story checks out, according to Steve.

Albert Hoffman, Philadelphia, key witness against Big Willie Marine.

Convicted. Murder one.

So the Justice Department did, in fact, arrange for the new identity.

Did they specify what it is?

No, but it's explained here.

Present identity of Albert Hoffman and identifying fingerprints will not be

transmitted for protection of witness.

However, such data may be delivered by courier upon authorized request.

P.S. Don't keep me posted.

Well, they certainly went to great pains to protect you, Mr. Hoffman.

Please, please, Winkler. Winkler.

You see, my one hope is that my brief appearance on the TV was not noticed by

the underworld.

Well, if you like, we can give you police protection until this blows over.

No.

No. I don't want to draw excessive attention to myself and my family.

If you like, we could set up plainclothes security.

I'd rather not.

Thank you.

As you wish.

You're free to go.

You know, of course, that I can't go very far. My shop, my house, everything

I own is right here on this island.

We understand, Mr. Winkler.

Thank you.

Phone Steve asking to put through an official request to the Justice

Department. Let's get Albert Hoffman's present ID and fingerprints.

I would leave it closed for the moment, Mr. Winkler.

There's nothing to fear.

It's all to your advantage.

What do you want? I think you know, Mr. Winkler.

I represent your former employers.

My name is Reeves.

But then one invented name is as good as another, don't you think?

My former employers are former.

No more.

You were paid well.

You were happy to take the money then.

Well, that was many years ago. And the jobs. I carried it off. I owe you

nothing. But of course you don't. It is we who owe you.

That is why I wish to offer you employment now.

I don't want your employment.

I don't need your employment.

Oh, please, Mr. Winkler, how can you be so indifferent when we are so interested

in you and in your family?

Still the same thing, any pressure point.

Still the same, Mr. Winkler.

What better way to ensure the safety of your family?

Don't you agree?

What do you have in mind?

Ah, at last the professional speaks.

Accumulate maximum data before taking a choice of action. The data, Mr. Winkler.

I'm sure you could learn it very quickly.

Excuse me.

I don't think you quite understand. I'm being very pleasant with you.

But that is not meant to imply that you have a choice. Now you listen to me!

Mr. Reeves or whatever your name is, we're not over there!

We're here in the United States, where a man is free to make a choice, either yes

or no, and I say no!

Mr. Binclough.

As we discussed, contingency two.

A very stupid fellow.

He never stopped to figure out the full meaning of contingency two.

Now, Mr. Winkler... you will be arrested, of course.

In a few days, one of two letters will arrive at police headquarters.

Tell me which you prefer.

A confession of a crazed assassin who killed this unfortunate fellow and then

threw himself into the sea?

The letter, of course, will contain substantial reasons, giving exact

details and so on.

Or do they receive this one, written by the dead man himself, naming you as his

mortal enemy, expressing fear of your vengeance?

spelling out a convincing motive for your wanting to kill him.

As you say, Mr. Winkler, in this country, a man is free to choose.

We can either exonerate you completely or put you away for life.

Police.

I'd like to report a shooting.

Yes, at WW Distributors on 1132 Owyhee

Street.

It seems a man was just shot to death.

Now, Mr. Winkler, the data.

We've just enough time to review it.

But I forget, with your famous gifts, you probably have memorized it already.

No identification found on corpse.

Pockets empty.

No labels in clothes.

No prints on record in the United States.

No record within the pole.

Who was he, Mr. Winkler? I don't know. Who shot him? I don't know. Was it you?

No. Where were you when he was shot?

In my shop.

Then you saw somebody shoot him?

Yes. Who?

Somebody I've never seen before.

Describe him.

About my height and weight.

Same age, more or less.

I can't tell you anymore.

Two strangers walked into your shop and one shot the other. Just like that. Just

like that, yes! I'm telling you the truth! I can't control what you think!

I'm telling you the truth! The truth. And just when did you begin telling the

truth, Mr. Winkler? Chin?

Steve McGarrett sent us prints on Albert Hoffman. They arrived by courier this

morning. Not yours, Mr. Winkler.

Not even close.

Hoffman was given a different identity by the Justice Department.

Different name, different job, different state.

What made you think you could get away with that story?

I gambled on the hope that you wouldn't take the trouble to send for the prince.

Where'd you get the name Hoffman from?

From a newspaper story.

Which brings us back to the original question.

Who are you?

as Helper and Paul Helper until 1966.

I was a spy, headquarters East Berlin, until I escaped and came to the West,

where I changed my identity and tried to live a normal life. I almost succeeded.

How does that explain the corpse in your shop?

I'm a wanted man, Mr. Williams, wanted by at least four countries and several

individuals. It's not above them to plant a corpse to implicate somebody.

It's their favorite trick.

Apparently, you know all the tricks.

If I wanted to kill somebody, would I do it in my own shop and then call the

police?

Look, I don't blame you for not believing what I say after my lying to

you, but would you offer me an opportunity to prove to you that I'm

really who I say I am?

Please do.

On the upper right-hand corner of Mr. McGarrett's desk, there is a telephone

message to call John Manicotti, District Attorney. The message came in 842 and is

in reference to the Martin Sherwood case.

Moving down in a clockwise direction, we come to the dossier on Albert Hoffman,

the one you received by courier this morning. There's a slight cigarette burn

on the file, but not yours. I've noticed you don't smoke.

Beneath the dossier, and slightly to the left, there is a yellow scratch pad on

which you've been making some notes.

They're not entirely legible to me, but I have discerned the words, call,

chiffon, and then paraffin test.

No doubt to determine whether the powder burns exist on the corpse that was found

in my shop.

To the left of the scratch pad, a letter from the office of the chief of police,

Hilo, Hawaii, dated December 12, and stamped file number C4902M.

The letter is short and requests information on suspect named Halima.

Moving now to the upper left-hand corner, a memo Mr. McGarrett apparently

wrote to himself.

It reads, review preparatory notes for meeting in Washington.

Ari, narcotics in flow from Indochina.

We're trained for this. One glance.

All right.

You're a trained spy.

And a good one.

So what?

That still doesn't prove you didn't commit that murder in your own shop.

If you believe I'm a spy, and you know how they work, and I know that you know

them, don't you see this killing in my shop only shows the lengths to which

they will go?

I want protection for myself and my family.

I want asylum.

There's much that I can offer the United States.

So you're claiming self-defense based on reasons having to do with foreign

espionage? For reasons long past.

Jenny, get me Steve at his Washington hotel.

Yes?

Well, send him in, please.

Steve? Well, good to see you. Yes.

If you're going to work this late in Washington, you might as well join us at

the CIA.

Oh, thank you. If I'm going to work late, I want to hear the rustle of palm

trees outside my window, not that.

Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.

It's a pleasure.

Oh, what can I do for you?

Got a problem in Hawaii, Bill.

It just might be in your bailiwick.

Go.

Homicide case.

Now, the circumstantial evidence points to a man who can't prove his identity.

Now, he's lied on several occasions.

Now he claims his name is Halperin.

Paul Halperin. Says he's a former East German spy.

You've got Paul Halperin?

Well, that's who he says he is.

Well, if you've got Paul Halperin, you've landed a very important fish.

The number one East German spy for the past ten years.

He stole the multiple warhead plans right out of a NATO meeting.

He disappeared around... 66.

Yeah. Yeah, that's the right year. Now, can you help us make a positive

identification?

That's a rough order.

We've never even seen him. We have no photographs of him, no fingerprints,

nothing. Wait a minute, Bill. Are you saying that a positive identification is

impossible?

There is one way, but I can't be sure I can deliver.

It would mean an eyewitness identification.

By whom?

Have you ever heard the name Rogloff?

Yeah, Soviet big shot. He defected to us a couple of years ago.

Our prize of the decade.

The head of Soviet intelligence for all of East Europe.

Rogloff is the only man, Steve, in America who can positively identify

Halperin. And where is he?

That's the problem.

He's in this country, but he's in deep security, hiding. That's the deal we

made when he came over.

Steve, I can't guarantee Rogloff will even talk to you, much less come to

Hawaii.

Bill, look, I want to crack him.

Just long enough to make my pitch.

Well, I can try to arrange a meet, but I can't promise anything.

How soon could you meet with him?

Name it. Any place, any time. Tonight, tomorrow.

Okay.

I'll do my very best.

Emerson.

Set up a call for me with a man in file number JV42.

That's what I said.

Put it on scrambler.

Mr. McGarrett? Yes.

May I see your ID?

I have heard a lot about you.

And I about you.

I admire good police work, no matter what country, as one professional to

another.

We think we might have a member of your sophisticated profession in Hawaii, a

man who calls himself Halperin.

I understand that you can identify him for me.

Perhaps I can.

But why should I risk my security?

Oh, professional courtesy.

I would rather be discourteous and alive.

This man is facing a possible murder indictment. He claims to be innocent,

that he was framed.

You think I care whether Halperin is shot or garroted or hanged by the

thumbs? Not for one minute.

But I thought you might care if, uh... He got off scot-free.

Free? Happens all the time in our country.

He gets a smart lawyer, and a jury of his peers buys his story.

What story?

In this case, we have no identification for the murdered man, therefore no

provable link to Halpern. We have no apparent motive for Halpern to have

killed him. No witnesses.

Yes. In this case, a shrewd lawyer could get him off scot-free.

But he shouldn't be allowed to go free.

The man is a monster.

All the more reason for you to identify him.

And how would that change anything?

He's wanted in at least four other countries. Now, we have extradition

treaties with two of them. If that man is Halperin, we will make sure that he

falls into their hands, irrespective of the outcome of the...

Homicide case.

Do you have his picture?

There is a likeness, to be sure.

But seven years?

Difficult to tell.

Besides, there was a bit of surgery done, I've been told.

Well, how could you identify him at all?

I would not depend upon appearance alone.

I would ask certain questions, information which only Helprin would

know.

I think you'd like it in Hawaii.

I suppose I would be fairly safe.

But not as safe as I am right here.

How many of your people has he betrayed?

Name Kaminsky mean anything?

Zirkov.

Krista Liebman.

Understand that she was your closest assistant, that you sent her to warn

Halperin that his cover was about to be blown.

That when she walked into his apartment, she realized that she had walked into a

trap.

She was taken captive by internal security.

Never seen or heard from again.

How long are you going to allow Halperin to walk the face of this earth?

Very well, McGarrett.

We go to Hawaii.

Yes.

I am Rogloff.

You see, we never cease to take precautions in our sophisticated

profession.

Yeah.

Beautiful.

What do they call this place?

Security 3.

Place for material witnesses.

Special security cases.

Well guarded, I suppose.

You suppose right.

Armed guards all over the place.

Up there.

One at each end of the highway leading from the road.

You see everything coming, everything going.

Mm-hmm.

How long will I be here?

Until Ogloff comes, makes the identification.

And then?

All facts go to the grand jury. They decide what happens next.

You're sure he'll come?

He's on his way. McGarrett called this morning from the mainland.

And you'll bring him up here with me.

He'll be searched.

And so will everyone with him.

Don't worry about it.

That's easy to say.

You know what spies are really like?

They're sickly, treacherous people.

Some bolstering their courage with brandy, others with drugs. All with a

stink of fear on their skin.

Spies.

Maggots crawling on a garbage dump.

Look at how my hands are shaking just thinking about it.

Just knowing that Rogloff is coming here.

I... I don't usually drink.

But could I have just a little?

I'll see that something's brought to you.

Steve just called, landed on their way.

Thanks, man.

You'll have to be searched, gentlemen.

Won't be the first time, I assure you.

My bodyguards, too, I presume?

Of course.

This way, please.

I've posted extra security guards on all points of entry, Steve.

Hill 342, 417, and the main highway.

Good.

Good.

I put a man down by the lighthouse.

Let's not forget the approach from the sea.

Okay.

Bodyguards' weapons.

Nothing else on them, Steve.

Put the pieces away till they leave.

Ready?

Mr. Ogloff?

You say you're a helper? Yeah.

You don't look like him.

There was a bit of surgery done, as you remember.

What case was this?

Fritz Weissler's assassination.

Dossier number 6372M.

What city? Why did you shoot him?

I didn't shoot him.

He was knocked unconscious by two men I employed and drowned in the Elbe River.

Who was your contact, then?

Hauptmann, 29 Konigstrasse.

These facts were known to others.

Only three other men, except us.

Hopemann and the two men I employed.

What happened to them?

Hopemann was recalled to the Kremlin. The other two men met an untimely death.

It was described in the newspapers as an auto accident.

In March 1966, a special courier was sent to you. Who was it?

Why was she sent?

To warn me. About what?

A man named Karmis, our operative in Yugoslavia. He was a heroin addict.

They lured him away to the other side by promise of unlimited supply of drugs.

And in return for that, he gave them all the information about our apparatus,

including my address.

What happened then?

What do you know? Details, Mr.

Lundgren. Details. We're here to make an identification. Yes, yes, yes. Krista

called me on the telephone, and we arranged for a meeting.

And after that, I was picked up by counterintelligence agents, and I made

an arrangement with them.

A deal?

That's what you mean. You made a deal, isn't that what you mean? Yes, for my

life.

What kind of deal did you make?

I told them where the... I can find Christa Liebman.

Do you know what happened to her?

I, uh... I could imagine.

No, no, you can do more than imagine. You know!

You know the procedure very well.

The beatings to obtain information and for the amusement of the guards.

And when the victim is no longer needed, a dram of mineral acid in the water.

Neat! Efficient.

No blood, no mess.

Just blackened lips, burning of the intestines, severe convulsions, and the

victim dies in agony.

So ended the life of my bride of seven weeks. Oh, my God.

I didn't know.

I swear, I didn't know.

That's terrible.

They told me that she'd go to prison for one or two years. They said so.

I didn't know.

If I knew, believe me, I'd prefer to die myself.

Forgive me. Please forgive me.

I'll give you.

There's no need to.

Isn't that Paul Halperin?

Are you sure?

Look at him.

Trembling.

The real Halperin never had a grain of conscience in his life, nor could he

pretend it.

There's more than conscience involved here.

Facts. First, the real Halperin knew that Christa and I had been married.

Christa phoned me before she went to meet Halperin.

She had told him herself that we were married.

He... enriched us happiness.

He sent a gift, and he betrayed her.

You were briefed well, and not quite well enough.

I wish you were, Halprin, so I could kill you now.

Shall we go back to the airport?

I'm not Hoffman. I'm not Winkler.

I'm Otto Steiner.

Yes.

This whole charade, including the murder of my shop, was designed to get him out

of hiding, to kill him, to kill the great Rogloff.

Okay, Steve.

Now, you understand that this lie detector test is strictly voluntary?

It's something I want, Mr. McGann. All right.

Please answer yes or no to all questions.

It'll be based on the statement you gave us half an hour ago.

Mr. Rugelow.

Is your real name Anders Steiner?

Yes.

In the 1960s, you were recruited for espionage on behalf of East Germany?

Yes.

Before that, you were a vaudevillian from Austria?

Yes. An entertainer, memory expert?

Yes.

Once you became a spy, you worked as a courier, transporting information about

engineering plans in your head from country to country.

Yes.

You never carried documents.

It was all done from memory.

Yes. Did you ever kill anyone?

No.

You worked for East German intelligence for about six months, then tried to

quit.

Yes. So you realized the only way out was to vanish, escape.

Yes. You got forged papers, came to this country as Peter Winkler.

Yes.

You got married, bought a shop, lived quietly for seven years here in Hawaii,

until your picture appeared on TV.

Yes.

After which, they recruited you for another espionage assignment?

And they told you to pose as Halperin, knowing that there was only one person

who could identify Halperin, Rogloff?

Yes. And the plan was to get Rogloff out of hiding so they could kill him?

Yes. And his killers are out there right now waiting for him? Mr. McGarry.

Please, answer yes or no. I can't go on answering yes or no. I have to explain

to you, I did not want this job. They forced me. They framed me for murder.

I had to think of my wife and child.

But still, I... I wouldn't go through with it. You must believe me. I'm

telling you the truth.

All right, Chief.

Steve, why don't we drag out the area, use HPD and Army reinforcements to flush

out everything that moves?

Then we only get the small fry, Denno.

I want the big game, the guy who engineered this.

And I think I may know how to get him.

Ready now, Mr. Winkler? Ready.

Command car in position.

All units, report.

Unit one, all quiet.

Unit two in position.

We've got a good view from back of the shop.

All quiet.

Okay, stand by.

Now we wait.

Step lively, folks. We have 15 minutes to buy souvenirs before we go back for

the complimentary cocktail.

Moving. All right, then.

Central? We're going.

Code red.

In pursuit of a stolen Tradewind Tour limousine.

License number Boyd 1278.

Heading west on Comakee Street.

All units, assist.

Central McGarrett. Suspect has just changed vehicles from a tour limousine

to a black four-door sedan.

License number 5-E-Z-8636.

Now leaving Malka Enda Valley between Koa and Huia Street.

And send up a chopper and set up a quadrant pattern on the previous M.O.

Get out.

Walk 14 paces away.

Walk... Now

turn around!

At 22 is the gentleman's death.

I have something else in mind for you.

Now talk quickly.

What happened to Rogloff?

He died of a heart attack.

Rogloff was strong as an ox. He was never sick a day in his life.

He was sick today.

Why did they let you go?

Why should they keep me?

A man was killed in your shop.

They released me pending investigation.

Pending the setting of a trap for me? Isn't that what you mean?

No.

Why were the police around your shop? Why were they following us just now?

If there was a trap, then it was a trap for me too. I knew nothing about it.

You lie.

About Rogloff, the police, everything.

I give you one last chance.

Now, what happened to Rogloff?

walking out of here, or else he goes.

McGarrett may honor your hostage, I will not.

You traded your life for someone else's once before.

For Krista.

For my wife.

I don't care if I have to kill him to kill you, Comrade Halperin.

I'm sure we can arrange with the State Department to grant you asylum for all

the help you've given us.

But you might still be in danger.

You'll have to leave Hawaii, of course.

A new business, a new address will be arranged for you and your family.

All the necessary papers will be taken care of, birth certificates, social

security, school records for the child, driver's

license, and so forth.

Of course, a new identity.

Another name, Mr. Winkler, Hoffman, Helper, Steiner,

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