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Thank you.

Thank you.

Where's Sam?

Away on a junket.

Vegas or Korea?

In Seoul.

That's Korea.

Yoshiko's got no beef with me.

I've got nothing to do with that end of the business. Sam handles it all.

Look, you're his partner, aren't you?

You get a cut?

Sure, but I don't mess with gambling junkets.

Hey, what's the idea?

Light hurts my eyes.

Look, I don't know what this is all about.

Honest, but you fellas got a message for Sam.

Yeah, we got a message.

He died as a result of a beating.

He used brass knuckles.

Danny, Sam's got the wallet.

It's got $67 in it. The name on the driver's license is James O'Hara.

That's O'Hara, all right.

Anybody see anything?

The guy in the dry cleaning shop next door heard the noise and phoned HPD. He

said he saw two men running up.

Got any descriptions?

Well, he claims they turned the corner before he could get a good look.

Sounds like he's trying to keep his nose clean.

Yeah, try him again.

No sandbags, no weapons, just knocks.

Looks that way.

Of course, it's got to be Yoshigo.

That guy had all the gambling in Hawaii locked up until Sam started his charter

airline junkets.

Exactly, between our giving Yoshigo a hard time and Sam Green siphoning off

the cream of his customers these past few months.

Yoshigo must be out of small fortune.

He's obviously not the guy to hold steel for it.

Bring him in?

Yeah, a waste of time anyway.

We can't hold him, and if we know Yoshigo, he's got himself a cast-iron

alibi. Dunno.

I know. Keep the pressure on.

That's right.

Have HPD step up the raids on his bookie joints, break up his crap games, and

keep rousting his operators.

Right.

Sam's gonna be pretty shook when he hears about O'Hara. When is he due in?

Ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

I can cable him in Seoul. He's at the Heavenly Gate Casino. No, just have Chin

and Ben meet his plane at the airport when he gets in. We can hold off till

then. He's got his hands full with that junket.

Would you ever turn up anything but a 10 card?

Did you hear me, boy?

I hear you, Mr. Howard.

I'm raising the ante to 10,000 a slot.

I'll need the manager's permission, sir.

Well, get it.

Excuse me.

I just want to remind you, Mr. Howard, our plane takes off from Hawaii in an

hour. It's a charter, Sam. It can leave any time you want it to.

The time's already filed with our flight planner. The other customers are ready.

Quang?

Can I help you, Mr. Howard?

I'm out 80,000 bucks.

I want to raise the ante.

The house limit is 500 a slot.

We raised it to 5,000 as a personal favor to you. Make it 10,000.

All right.

Accommodate the gentleman.

And I want 60,000 in chips.

We already hold your marker for 60,000.

That's right. I want 60,000 more.

120,000 is a large sum of money, Mr. Howard.

I'm not alone in this place.

I am responsible to my partners.

Look, Quang, do I get the dough or do I have to buy up this crummy joint?

Okay, Sam.

Are you asking this ex-bookie to vouch for me?

He brought you here.

It's his junket.

Bill Howard's one of the richest men in America. Howard Equipment. It's listed

on the exchange.

Are you saying he's good for the money? Did I ever bring you a deadbeat?

I want your personal assurance, Sam.

Okay.

Okay.

You know, this is getting boring.

Why don't we go up to the room and get a little rest before the flight back?

I'm not tired.

My wife seems to have developed a sudden interest in blackjack.

She's not the only one.

Insurance? You're the big know-it-all.

What's the play?

You've got six good hands to protect, the boots rich in tens.

The percentage calls for you to pay the insurance.

Always play the percentage, huh, Sam?

Because you've got no guts I should borrow another 30 grand for insurance

money?

No insurance.

Blackjack.

Another ten?

I don't believe it. Take it easy.

Don't tell me to take it easy. I know when I'm being swindled. Be reasonable.

I told you the boot would resist your tens.

Butt out. I know whose side you're on.

Something bothering you, Mr. Howard?

Yeah. You got a crooked dealer and you run a crooked game.

You're all excited.

I advise you to calm down.

I've been cheated and I want everyone to know it.

Nobody cheated you, Mr. Howard.

Bill, please.

Out of here.

Look, you may scare a lot of people, but you don't scare me. I'll show you what I

think of you.

There's your 120 grand.

You can whistle for it.

Don't worry, Quang.

He's a little upset, but he'll pay up.

I'm not worried, Sam.

You said you were good for him.

He's your worry now.

Old O'Hara.

Poor little guy.

He never hurt anybody in his whole life. Sorry, Sam.

That's the way it happened.

They weren't after O'Hara. They were after me.

If I hadn't talked him into taking me in as a partner, he'd be alive.

Don't blame yourself, Sam.

O'Hara went into this thing with his eyes open.

He said he understood the risk, but he thought I was exaggerating.

You see, he didn't know it was poison to be associated with a guy like me.

See, I used to work for Yoshiga as a bookie, and I know him.

If he was really after you, why didn't he wait till you got back?

I don't know.

Yoshigo might be thinking of going in the junket business himself with me as a

partner.

He like you that much?

No, but he needs a bonded travel agency, same as I did.

Yoshigo couldn't get a license to run a hot dog stand.

You're not so dumb as to go into business with Yoshigo.

Thank you.

Well... It looks like I either wind up dead broke or just plain dead.

So I'm going to make a phone call, and I'd like you guys to hear it.

Now what's the angle?

There's only one angle after what happened to O'Hara.

Hello?

Yoshiko, this is Sam Green.

Really?

How are you, Sam?

I haven't seen you for a long, long time.

Yeah, it's been a long time.

I got your message.

Message? What message?

I'm just calling to let you know I'm quitting the travel agent business.

Junkets, gambling, the whole schmear.

Oh, that's a shame. I thought you enjoyed booking those junkets.

Not anymore.

By the way, uh...

I'm sorry to hear about your partner.

You got all my sympathy.

Thanks.

I found out about it when Five-O called me in for questioning.

Now, why do you suppose they'd do a thing like that?

I can't imagine.

You want police protection?

I don't need police protection. I need $120,000.

That's rude.

Hi. How are you?

I could use a one-eyed jack.

It's only been three days, Quang. Just give me a little more time to work on

Howard.

A judge gives time.

I'm not a judge.

What do you expect me to do? Knock the guy off?

That might be a small point in your favor.

You know better, Quang.

When a man's alive, you have a chance to get paid. When he's dead, he's no longer

solvent. Maybe.

But it sets a good example.

And please keep in mind, Sam, even if something drastic should happen to

Howard, you would still be responsible for the money.

Yeah, quite.

It's not up to me, Sam.

I'm only one tiny cog in a very big syndicate.

But personally, you know I love you like a brother.

I'll see Howard again today. I'll try to get the money.

Don't try.

Get it.

Uh-uh.

Play for the flush.

More percentage.

We can't give Howard protection unless he requests it himself.

You can't request it for him. I'm asking you to prevent a murder.

Look, Steve, I just left the guy. He's laying himself wide open.

All right, give me the facts.

Three days ago in Seoul, I didn't give Howard a chance to stay alive. Now the

odds have gone down even more.

Yeah, we spotted Quang and his two roosters, but they haven't made a move

so far. They moved into Howard's hotel.

Well, that wasn't very bright. If anything happens to Howard, Quang is

number one suspect.

Look, Yoshigo has even more to gain.

Steve, don't pin me down to a name, but a friend of mine heard Yoshigo state

positively that Howard would not pay off.

How could Yoshigo be so sure?

Are you saying that he intends to make sure?

That's it.

Jenny, find Danny Williams for me.

Do I read you right?

Here you are in the business of taking people on glamorous gambling junkets to

Korea. Everything is on the house.

But Yoshida was hurting. No one wants to stay here and gamble and be hassled by

the cops.

But what?

What if a prominent citizen like Howard is murdered after welching on a gambling

debt in Korea? What happens to all the glamour then? The word gets around that

it's just another dirty business run by some racketeers.

Huh? No more junkets and Yoshigo is back on the big money. Is that what you're

saying? That's precisely what I mean, Steve.

Hey, Garrett.

You looking for me, Steve?

Yeah, Dano.

Get over to the Hawaiian Towers, penthouse apartment.

Contact Bill Howard there.

Offer him 24-hour police protection.

If he balks, let me know.

Thanks, Steve. That sure takes a load off my mind.

Oh, one more question.

If you're really getting out of the junket business, why are you so

interested in Howard?

I'm worried exactly 120 grand's worth. If he doesn't pay off, I'm it.

Hey, Garrett.

Yes, Dunham.

What?

On my way.

You figure right. Chin, let's go.

Our guys do this?

We had to, Steve. The door has a special pick-proof lock.

Mr. Mahala gave us permission.

Are you the manager?

Yes, sir.

Don't you have a duplicate set of keys?

That's for Mr. Howard's apartment.

He had his own locks installed.

Locks? You mean there's more than one? Yeah, he put another lock on the door

leading to the fire stairs.

You'll have a hard time breaking that one down.

Anything, Che?

Can't tell yet.

Did you furnish this apartment or did Mr. Howard? We did.

We are very proud of our decor.

Do you notice anything missing or out of place?

Not as far as I can see.

Now, anyone visiting Mr. Howard would have to use the penthouse elevator, is

that correct?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Howard was very fussy about having the doorman announcing them.

Do you have any callers today?

Mr. Green.

He came by quite often.

No one else, huh?

Well, um, Mrs. Sinclair.

What's her full name?

Mrs. Walter Sinclair.

Was she with her husband?

No.

What time did she come by?

Shortly before 11.

It's about a half an hour before it happened.

Yes, sir.

Mr. McGarrett, I checked with the doorman. He said Mrs. Sinclair stayed

only 10 minutes.

Oh, thank you, Wendell. You're going to make detective yet.

Anyone else?

Those were about the only two visitors Mr. Howard would allow in.

There were others who tried to see him from time to time.

Some wouldn't leave their names.

How about one of your other guests, Mr.

Quang?

I believe Mr. Quang did ask the doorman to announce him when he first arrived.

That was three days ago.

And what happened?

As I understand it, he was refused in a most uncomplimentary manner.

That'll find Mrs. Sinclair, find out what she has to say. Right.

Che, go over this place with a fine-tooth comb, every square inch of

it. Right, Steve.

Wendell, when Che is finished, I want this apartment sealed and a man on the

door around the clock.

Yes, sir. Mr. McGirt?

Who's going to pay for that door?

Well, why don't you send us a bill?

Here's a list.

It's a second call, so lean on them if you have to.

But don't toll anybody.

Relatives resent it.

I don't like hearing them on the books.

It just says services. Don't say what kind.

Anyway, who sees the books other than you or me?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

How much are we off this month?

About the same as last.

About 70,000.

Oh, it'll pick up.

Well, we've seen the last of the junkets.

Even if Sam wanted to, he couldn't go back.

Yeshiva, you've got enough.

Even without Sam's business.

I don't want enough.

I want it all.

Including the 25% you promised me?

That's not what I meant.

I think you did.

Yoshiga, I've waited long enough. I want that partnership you promised me.

Starting now.

Now? With McGarrett beating down my neck like a ton of bricks?

McGarrett can crack down all he wants. As long as the gamblers can't get off

this island, they gotta come to you for action.

Yeah, we'll discuss it later.

No, we'll discuss it now.

You're pretty brave all of a sudden.

I'm not brave.

I only know that you happen to need me.

Also, I use my head.

I wondered what made you so sure Howard wouldn't pay off.

Now, I think I know why.

What are you getting at?

You were in Howard's hotel just about the time it all happened.

Police might like to know what you were doing there.

You killed me?

I have to protect my 25%. You moron.

Forget I opened my mouth.

Forget?

Forget?

You want in as a partner, and you're trying to blackmail me?

No.

Herman, I've got news for you.

You just lost yourself a fat 25%. But you promised me.

And you blew it.

I don't think you ever intended to cut me in.

You've just been stringing me along all these years, just waiting for an excuse.

I don't need an excuse.

I set up this whole package for you.

I lined up the men. I divided the districts.

That's too far back to remember.

And as of now, you're only my bookkeeper.

Period.

My wife has told me everything, Mr. Williams. You're free to ask about

anything you want.

I was going to break up with Bill Howard before this... this terrible thing

happened.

I only went up there to tell him it was all over between us.

How did he take it?

Pardon? When you told him.

If you're thinking he killed himself on my account, I don't flatter myself that

I meant that much to him.

Nobody did.

All right, tell me how you happened to meet him.

Through me.

I was on one of Sam Green's gambling junkets.

My wife didn't wish to go, but I insisted. That was about six months ago.

It was just a stupid, silly infatuation.

Did you suspect that there's anything between your wife and Bill Howard?

I've known about it for some time.

And you did nothing?

Why?

You're a young man, Mr. Williams.

I happen to love my wife very much.

I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want to force her into some foolish action.

Such as?

Picking up and leaving me.

I knew this thing would run its course.

Were you ever in Howard's apartment?

Tried to see him there once. He wouldn't let me in.

Mrs. Sinclair, the last time you saw Bill Howard, were you alone with him?

No.

Sam Green was there when I arrived. He was there when I left.

You mean you broke up with Bill Howard in front of Sam Green?

Bill sent him into the next room.

I was only there five minutes.

When I spoke to you at your home, Mr. Sinclair, you knew that Howard was dead.

How did you find out so fast?

Sam Green phoned me.

I guess he realized I would be interested.

How did you feel?

Well, I wasn't exactly brokenhearted.

Mr. Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair, I assume you'll both be available if we need to

talk to you again.

I told him the truth.

Except for one minor detail, my dear.

You didn't break off with Bill Howard. Bill Howard broke off with you.

Anybody follow you?

So, you finally tumbled to your secret.

I warned you years ago.

He's a tough giver-upper.

Sam, I put the guy in business. I never thought he'd do it to me.

You're still in the organization?

Yeah.

Bookkeeper. Smart play.

Herman, if you don't make your move now, you'll wind up on the ash heap.

Have you given any thought to my proposition?

Sam, it's...

It's just too wild. He's bound to finger me.

You're covered like a blanket. I've got a sure-fire gimmick.

Safe-cracking isn't my line, Sam. Look, I know you need cash, but if you think

you're gonna find any in Yoshiga's safe, you're wrong. Now, that much he doesn't

trust me. I don't want cash. I only want his books.

For the D.A.? Of course for the D.A. Sam, I'm listed in those books, too.

But under a phony name, right?

Well, yeah, but...

Well, suppose the cops put two and two together. Where does that leave me?

In the clear. All you have to do is turn state's evidence.

State's evidence? The worst that could happen is you'll pay a fine.

No. Well, the main thing is, Ushiga will never be able to finger you for the safe

-cracking. No, Sam, I've never done anything like this before. It doesn't

seem right.

Herman, wake up, Herman.

You made the guy rich. You sweated for him 20 years, and he cut you off like a

beggar.

What's in this for you, sir?

My life, that's all.

I can't make a move with Yoshida on my back. I've got to put him out of

circulation.

And once he's in a slammer and out of the way, the junket business will be a

goldmine. You'll be a full-time partner.

How are you going to square yourself with Quang?

Herman, this is Sam Green talking.

Would I be wasting your time and mine if I didn't have an angle?

Well, if Yoshiga finds out before he's put away, he'll have my head on a plate,

Sam, yours too.

How's he gonna find out? Well, him or one of his enforcers could come by the

office while we're doing our number. How often does anybody come by the office at

night? Well, not often, but it could happen.

Herman, there's no such thing as a deal without risk. The idea is to play the

percentages. What I pick up on a proposition with the odds against me.

I've seen odds on favorites go down the drain, so have you.

This isn't a horse race. It's a deal we control.

And if we win... We're home free.

If we lose?

What's the difference?

We're dead anyway.

On

the

left, fibers from the lanai railing. On the right, fibers taken from Howard's

pants material.

Examination revealed that the fiber on the railing came from the pants.

Then we picked up more of the same fiber from the rug.

Now, to cause material to shed that way, well, he'd have to be dragged across the

floor. Wait a minute.

Are you saying that Howard might have been unconscious when he was shoved over

the rail?

Definite possibility.

Well, let's make sure, Jen. Let's make sure. Check with the doc.

Oh, and Steve, found some other cloth fibers on the railing, not Howard's.

Yeah? Have you pinned it down?

Not yet.

Well, stay with it, Jay.

The initial brunt of the fall was absorbed

by the lumbar area, smashed pelvis and multiple fractures of the cervical

vertebrae. All of this was to be expected from the force of impact and

the position of the body.

But if Howard landed on his head, then his entire skull would have been crushed

like an eggshell.

Then how do we account for this extremely deep... but isolated fracture.

He got it before the fall.

Then he was unconscious before he was thrown over. Not unconscious.

Dead.

Well, do we have a fix on the weapon?

A heavy blunt instrument slightly more than an inch and a quarter in width.

The wound is deeper in the center, indicating that the weapon was rounded.

Her man falls 15 stories.

We made it enough to take him out.

We didn't look for weapons.

Well, we'd better search the apartment again.

Yeah.

Well, one thing we know for sure, it wasn't suicide.

Tiki War Club.

Carved in the image of an ancient Hawaiian god.

Come ironers call it... Wood that sinks in water.

Strong as iron. But the war club doesn't have any dust.

Like the murderer was careful to wipe it clean of any prints.

He wiped it clean of prints all right, only he may not have wiped it as clean

as he thought.

Look here, Steve.

Inside the crack.

A dark stain.

Blood? Right.

Get a blood type?

Not yet. It might take some time with a sample this small. Thought you might

want to see it first. Try for a blood type. Get on it right away.

Donald, call the chief of police in Youngstown, Ohio.

I want a complete rundown on Bill Howard. I want to know everything about

him. His family, relatives, associates, Howard Equipment Company, stockholders,

anybody who might profit from his death. And ask him to tell Exit back to us.

Right.

Chin, put Valerie Sinclair under surveillance. I want a line on everybody

she sees from her hairdresser on, and I want the book on Walter Sinclair. Dig up

everything you can. Get a quarter if you need it.

Ben, you stick with Quang.

He's too smart to throw us any leads, but stick with him anyway.

Right.

Do you still want HPD to continue surveillance on Yoshigo?

Of everybody involved, including Yoshigo.

Get out for this. You know what you're doing?

Don't worry.

Look, if you think you're going to find money in that safe, you're going to be

disappointed, Sam. Come on!

No,

no, wait, wait. Close it.

This is our life insurance.

Yours, man.

Here's yours.

Hold it. Wait a minute.

I'm no soup expert.

Let's wait and see if it works.

It worked.

Come on.

Somebody must know something, and I don't care what it cost me.

I want a lead on who did this.

Lucky for you, that safe was blown.

I wouldn't put it past you.

Maybe you figured it that way.

Maybe you blew the safe just to throw me.

That brave I ain't.

That's for sure. You ain't got the moxie.

You stick around the office and answer the phone.

Somebody might come up with a lead.

Where'll you be?

Undercover, till I get those books back.

I gotta shake that cop off my tail.

Well, I'm supposed to have to get in touch with you. How do I reach you?

I'll let you know when I'm good and ready.

Considering what I had to work with, I was lucky to obtain any blood type at

all. But it wasn't Howard's? Definitely not. His was O. This is B.

You know, the wood is very sharp and splintered along here where it's

cracked.

My guess is that the murderer held the club,

then the force of the impact...

Drove the sharp ridge, ah, right into his palm.

But if we saw that his hand was cut, he'd wipe the blood off.

Well, he probably didn't notice it until later. Otherwise, I doubt if he'd leave

us any blood samples.

Well, if you're right, Steve, the murderer ought to have a nice abrasion

about here, cutting right across his lifeline.

Spoken like a prophet, Jay.

A lot of Yoshigo's notations are in code.

How does it look?

Unbelievable. Yoshigo is going to spend quite a long time in jail for income tax

evasion. But get this.

He's got a couple of boys down on the books for services rendered.

Initials LG and NH.

Ring a bell?

That'd be Gordon and Nick Hanson and forces. They work as a team.

Yeah, they got paid by the job.

He even listed dates.

One of them is the day O'Hara was murdered.

All right, put out an APB for those two and for Yoshigo.

with a armed and dangerous caution.

What about Sam Green? Is he still working with the DA? Yeah, they're going

through with the other ledger. Tell him to come here as soon as he finishes and

phone the Sinclairs. I want to see them right away.

OK.

Central, Ben Kukua again. Car 3 requesting support units. Trailing a

rental brown sedan, license number 4, Echo 7442.

Proceeding west on Oluwai Avenue. Now passing Kalakaua Street.

Probable destination, Honolulu Airport.

You can't stop us. We're Korean nationals.

Listen, we got a plane of cash. Yeah, you do.

Then you have definitely established it was murder.

Definitely.

Now, I understand that you're retired, Mr. Sinclair, but you've managed to keep

active in the stock market and a few other real estate deals. Is that

correct? Oh, yes.

Do you ever have occasion to use cash in any of those transactions?

Not usually.

I asked you a specific question.

No.

Never.

I see that you're wearing gloves, Mrs. Sinclair.

Isn't that unusual for a lady in Hawaii?

Do you mind taking them off?

I beg your pardon?

Would you mind taking your gloves off?

Do what the man says, my dear.

Palms up.

I didn't know you went in for palm reading, Mr. McGarrett.

Oh, I have all sorts of interesting hobbies. I'd like to see yours, too.

Thank you.

Now maybe you can tell us what the future has in store.

I have enough trouble handling the present.

Hi, Steve.

Come in.

You know each other?

You came up with some very interesting information on Yoshigo. How'd you happen

to stumble on it?

Well, I just went out to pick up my morning paper, and there, right on my

doorstep, were these books.

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Those ledgers made our case against you, Shigo-san.

Congratulations.

You through with the digits?

No, not quite.

What's with all the hand wrestling?

How did you get that abrasion?

That scratch?

I really don't remember.

Ever see this before?

That?

Yeah, sure. It was in Howard's apartment.

Oh, that's where I got the scratch.

Howard was showing it to me, and I grabbed it by the handle. You see,

there's a rough edge.

That's an interesting gizmo.

I guess it's what you'd call an artifact.

It's also what they call a murder weapon.

This is the club that killed Bill Howard.

That thing?

But I thought he fell out the...

You think that I...

Steve, this is me, Sam Green.

It's not my kind of game.

Yes,

Jenny?

Ask Ben to hold off a minute.

No.

What were you saying?

Okay, I'll give you the clincher. There's no point in holding back

anymore. I wouldn't have any possible motive for killing Howard because he

paid off.

He paid me, and I paid Quang.

Look, don't hassle me.

What do you think you're doing? You can't do this to me. I picked him up on

the way to the airport. He was booked on the flight back to Korea.

Boy, am I glad to see you. Tell him, Quint. Tell him I paid you off. He paid

me all right.

And my business here is finished. That's why I was leaving.

He paid you $120,000?

To the penny.

You can count it.

You had this money all the time and you never told me?

What do you want from me, Steve?

I've been a bookie for 20 years. You think it's possible to quit just like

that without still trying to play the odds?

All right, I had an angle.

I made Howard a short price. I didn't give him a chance.

Lots of people had good reasons to kill him.

So why should I rush to pay off?

I figured if Howard was bumped, Quang would easily settle for half.

and leaving you with 60,000, huh?

Yeah.

Only Quang was too smart.

He insisted on payment in full.

Why? 50 cents on the dollar is a good settlement from a dead man, isn't it?

Sam was doing the paying. He wasn't dead.

If he was ready to cough up 60,000, it was better than even money he was

holding the rest.

I'm a professional, McGarrett.

It's my business to know when a man is bluffing. Okay, okay, so I was bluffing.

Where did you get the money, Sam?

From Howard.

Is that a fact?

Yeah.

I have a telex here from the chief of police of Youngstown, Ohio.

The only connection between Howard and the Howard Equipment Company is the

family name. He's long since gambled away all his stock and all his interest.

Howard couldn't raise $120, let alone $120,000.

Howard paid me. Where else could I lay my hands on that kind of money?

Any comment, Mr. Sinclair?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You withdrew $120,000 in cash from the National Mercantile Bank in Honolulu.

Pretty stupid, wasn't it, to withdraw the exact amount?

The bank wrappers are still on the money.

Sam's a friend of mine.

He was in trouble. I helped him out with a loan.

Sure.

Sinclair paid you to kill Howard, Sam.

Oh, come on, Steve. I was right here in your office when your own man saw Howard

fall off that lanai.

That's true, and very neatly arranged, too.

You were the only one Howard trusted. You were the only one who could get

close to him, and you waited your time and bashed his skull in.

Now, let me reconstruct it for you.

Sinclair took the elevator to the floor below, then walked up a set of fire

stairs.

You let him in.

Then you both dragged the body across the floor to the lanai.

Then you propped it up so that Sinclair could hold it while you rushed to my

office to establish an alibi.

You waited approximately 20 minutes as arranged, and then you pushed the body

over.

Then you took the same fire stairs down, took the elevator to the lobby.

I can tell you what you were wearing in Howard's apartment.

You had a striped jacket, blue and white, and blue slacks.

We picked them up in your closet. We applied for a search warrant as soon as

we found out about your cash withdrawal.

You see, we found a couple of different cloth fibers on the lanai.

Now, I'll lay you a good price.

As soon as the lab report comes in, they'll match your outfit.

Would you like to make a statement?

As long as he lived, Valerie and Howard, she couldn't keep away from him.

I paid Sam to get rid of him.

I paid ten times that amount to keep my wife.

You murdered him.

And we both know why.

Because he gave me what you never could.

You old, old man.

That was good work, McGarrett.

Now, if you don't mind, I may still have time to catch my plane.

You can leave, but the money stays.

I'm impounding it.

You can't do that.

It's my money.

That was money paid for the commission of a felony.

You can file a claim if you like, but I don't think it'll do you any good.

We'll see about that.

I've got lawyers.

Ben, book Sam, murder one. Have Donald pick up Yoshigo for the murder of Jim O

'Hara. Great.

Steve.

Steve, I drew some rough cards.

It was the only way I could play out the hand.

You overplayed it, Sam.

Murder?

No percentage.