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Thank you.

Close enough.

I want to ask you a question, Link Poe.

We're close.

Link who?

You got yourself in the wrong place, boy.

Why are you being so mean to Judy Moon?

Judy Moon?

What are you talking about?

Why couldn't you just leave her alone? What'd she ever do to you, Link Poe?

Listen, kid, I never heard of any Link Poe. Now beat it before I call the cops.

You thought Judy didn't have anyone to help her, didn't you?

Thank you.

He wasn't after bread.

Wallet's full.

None of those cases were busted into.

What do you think?

Steve will want Doc to pull the slugs for Che to analyze.

My guess is we've got ourselves victim number three.

You sure are beautiful, Judy.

Now you're safe.

You won't ever have to worry about Ling Po again.

Hotoy, born Hilo 49 years ago, known associate of criminals.

12 arrests, nine misdemeanors, three felonies, one conviction for receiving

stolen goods.

He was shot to death in his pawn shop on Kalama Street about 1,800 hours on

October 2.

Four blocks from where the body of William King Royce was found on August

the 19th, and less than a quarter of a mile from where the body of the sailor

of the USS Moulton was found on July 8.

Steve, you're saying there's a connection between these three men

because they were all killed in the same general area?

That's what I'm saying, Dano. It's a fact, and we don't have so many facts

that we can afford to ignore this one.

Okay, here are the three slugs out of Otoy, out of William King Royce,

and from the sailor.

Each time, three shots, point-blank range.

All nine slugs match, all from the same gun, and we know it's an automatic from

the left-hand grooves.

Okay, we have a, uh, a fence, a respected and, uh,

law-abiding bank vice president, and a sailor seeing Honolulu for the first

time. Where are the tie-ins?

Same gun each time.

Same three shots.

Same point-blank range.

All killed in the same general area.

Anything else?

Yeah. Whoever it is, he's a weirdo.

That's what my gut instinct says, too, Dunham.

Okay, then. First order of business.

Check all the hospitals and HPD for recent parolees and releases.

You know what we're looking for.

Steve, we're getting a lot of static on young Buchanan.

Static is a way of life around here, Don. It's coming from his family.

They're riding their congressman, and he's on us.

Okay. You dig into Hotoy's background.

Turn it inside out. Somewhere, somewhere there must be a connection between

Hotoy, Royce, or the sailor. And don't forget him.

Or his family.

His family?

They're in Iowa.

Well, it's not on the moon. We can't afford to rule out anything.

We got it, Steve.

The tie-in? Yeah.

Right here in one of Portoy's ledgers.

July 18th.

Mrs. William King Royce.

One jade and diamond brooch. Hocked for 400 bucks.

Is it still on the books?

No. Redeemed August 22nd.

22nd, 19.

That's three days after her husband was killed.

Good work, Jen. Good work. Keep digging.

Ben, forget about the hospital now. Let's go.

McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0. We'd like to see Mrs. Royce, please.

Mrs. Royce?

Mr. McGarrett?

This is Ben Kukua.

Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.

Did I have a choice?

Well, here or downtown.

This has nothing to do with you, Bunny. Go back to improving your mind.

You said this had something to do with my husband's death.

I said it could have.

Last night, a man named Pope Toy was murdered.

What's that got to do with me?

Name doesn't register.

He ran a pawn shop on Palamasville.

We found your name on his list of customers.

Oh, that pawnbroker.

I didn't connect the name.

In July, you pawned a jade and diamond brooch.

One of my maids pawned a jade and diamond brooch belonging to me, Mr.

McGarrett.

A maid who disappeared the day I discovered the brooch was missing.

She was a shiftless thing, always whining about money, so it was

reasonable to assume she'd stolen the brooch to pawn it.

I hired a private detective to run it to Earth, and when he found it, I drove

down and redeemed it.

Cost me $400.

I refused to pay interest.

You didn't report the theft, Mrs. Royce. Why?

Why should I?

It was worth the $400 to get rid of her.

Was there anything else?

You redeemed the brooch just three days after your husband was killed.

Really?

I didn't keep track.

Life goes on, Mr. McGarrett.

Was there anything else?

Yeah. The name of the private detective you hired.

Donovan.

Somewhere on King Street. I don't remember the address, but you can check

it out.

Oh, I'll check it out. And thank you, Peter Curtis.

Bunny must be a friend of the family, huh?

There's still another possibility, Steve.

The murders aren't connected.

Except the same group did them all.

Three murders without any motor?

Could be.

No, I don't buy it, then.

They're connected. We just haven't found the link.

You're late.

I had to run out and get some ant food for my farm.

Well, after this, do it in your own time.

Ant food.

Hold still. I can't cut your claws if you don't settle down, dummy.

Verna, is that the morning paper you're sitting on?

No, it's the throne of England.

You get to work on that much. She's going to be delivered back by noon, eh?

Can I see the paper first?

Can I see the paper first?

What you mean is, can you see the comics?

Well, you're not looking at it.

If you ever once bought a newspaper on your own, I think I'd drop dead.

It's not as if you even read the front page of the news or anything. All you

ever read is that dumb Judy Moon.

She's not dumb.

Well, I don't care. She's a female Einstein.

Get to work on that mud first, and then you can read that crap.

And don't take all day either. Come on, dummy.

Just think, boss.

My elderly third cousin George has left me $10,000 in his will.

How about that?

You know, there's so many bad people around, always trying to take advantage

of Judy.

Arthur, I knew I'd catch you.

I told you to stop working on that mutt.

All right, Bruno.

Good morning, Dolly. How are you, huh?

Oh, hey, you really got yourself in a tangle, huh?

Just the way Judy Moon always does.

Come here, sit.

Sit, Dolly.

Just going to go get a bite to eat, okay? Be right back.

Hi.

Two burgers and a fries.

Is everything okay, Mary? It's fine, thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We've checked that sailor as thoroughly as possible.

Gone as far back as his grandparents.

He's the first member of his family to leave Iowa in 30 years.

Same big fat zero on Royce.

No link between him and the sailor.

Hotoy's father opened a Chinese grocery back in the 20s.

There's no tie-in between them and the sailor or the Royces. Can't even invent

one.

What do we hear from HPD on the murder area, Chen?

Quite a bit.

All adding to another big fat zero.

No witnesses, no leads, no nothing. The place where they found the Bank of

Royce, that's a half block from the manufacturer's blown building.

We already know there was a board meeting that night.

And the sailor, HPD couldn't dig up anything new.

He's been drinking beer at Long John's Bar and Grill.

Grill? The only thing that's ever been cooked in that place is a toasted cheese

sandwich dating back to Pearl Harbor.

What were you doing in that place, Ben?

I was testing the grill.

Yeah, I bet.

So we have no suspects, huh?

After all this time...

She

saw me, too.

She looked right at me.

I have a crazy thought, Steve.

What if the killer wants us to think there's a tie-in between the three dead

men?

But in fact, he only wanted one of them dead.

Kill the other two to hide his real motive.

Won't wash that, huh?

Let's say the sailor was a red herring.

And either Royce or Hotoy were the real targets.

Now, Hotoy's enemies, if he had any, wouldn't bother with that kind of cover

-up. They'd just hit and run.

So that leaves Royce.

Can you think of anyone who'd kill two other people just to get at him?

Mrs. Royce.

If she's in mourning, that beach coat she was wearing should have been black.

I don't get good vibes from that lady either, Ben, but why would she kill her

husband? Money. She could get plenty of that just by divorcing him. Besides,

Chin checked her story, and it stands out.

All the way.

She was 10 miles from the scene of the crime with witnesses, and the private

detective backs up the star of the brooch.

She could have hired the killer.

Yeah. and hired him to kill the other two?

Each six weeks apart?

42 days between the sailors' murder and the bankers.

42 days between the bankers and Ho Toys.

We've been through 43 days, Danny.

August the 19th to October the 2nd.

No clue, Dono.

but maybe a pattern.

Today is October the 30th. That's 28 days since Hotoy's killing.

If this pattern holds up, we'll have a fourth dead body on our hands... in two

weeks.

I'm so glad you were recommended to be my lawyer in this case, sir.

I'll guard your interests as if they were my own.

Stupid girl.

Maybe Charles played a cheat Judy Moon out of her $10,000.

Oh, Tinkerbell, I can't let that lawyer cheat Judy Moon out of her money. I just

can't.

I just can't.

you

totally innocent of any wrongdoing, and indeed miles away from the alleged scene

of the alleged theft, is in this courtroom at all.

Relying on Your Honor's well-known sense of justice and fair play, I insisted on

a non-jury trial.

You won't have to worry again.

That lawyer won't cheat you anymore.

Not after tonight.

Took three in the chest.

John Gerald Lott, attorney at law.

Office right here in the financial plaza building.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

Good reputation.

Yesterday. Day before yesterday's paper, Steve.

Yeah.

Two-day old paper under the body?

Strange.

Let's get a blood analysis.

Yoni, rope off this entire area. Don't let anyone in here until Che has a

chance at Wolbert.

So it starts all over again.

And right on schedule.

But why every six weeks?

Blood belongs to the dead man, Steve, but the prints, too blurred to do us any

good.

One thing about this case, Che, it's consistent. Same gun each time, same

three shots, and no clues.

One clue, six weeks between each murder. Except I haven't been able to figure out

how that helps us.

Want the paper saved, Steve? Why not?

You can always use it in that book you're gonna write on famous cases 50

never solved.

Oh, Jenny says you're gonna be late for your barbershop appointment, Steve.

Thanks, Che.

How come for once I'm on time and you're not ready for me?

Because for once you're on time.

How's things, Mr. McGarrett?

It's great, Ernie.

McGarrett, are you the 5-0 McGarrett?

Yeah. That shooting last night, the papers say it's connected with those

other three. Is that right?

If that's what the papers say.

Okay, Mr. McGarrett

Eddie Sherman, please.

Thanks.

Eddie? McGarrett. Yeah, I'm fine, Eddie.

Do me a favor, will you please?

Go down to your newspaper morgue and pull the last, oh, uh, 24, 25 weeks of

your comic strip page.

Yeah, that's what I said. Yeah.

I'll explain later, Eddie. And, uh, get them over to 5-0 as quickly as possible.

I'll pay for the cab.

Thanks, Eddie.

What about the haircut?

Chin, you start with a May 26th issue and take it through July 8th. Ben,

you start with July 9th and work through August 19th.

I'll take them August 20th to October 2nd, right where we are.

It's a wild idea, Steve.

Probably the wildest one I ever had, Donald.

Let's get out of here.

Thank you for coming.

Gentlemen, you all know Dr. Bishop.

Dr. Bishop, how are you? Good to see you all again.

Thanks, David.

The doctor's going to try to give us a profile of the killer.

Okay, Walt.

This is Loris Buchanan, a sailor who was shot July the 8th.

Next to him is Donnie, a character, sailor, from the comic strip Judy Moon.

Narcotics dealer. Tried to get Judy into trouble.

That sequence ran May 30th to July 8th.

Next.

William King Royce, banker.

Shot and killed August the 19th.

Seth Hopkins, banker in the Judy Moon comic strip.

Embezzled bank funds tried to implicate Judy.

Sequence ran July 9 to August 21.

Next, please.

Ho-Toi, moneylender, shot October 2.

And the character of Ling Pu, loan shark in the Judy Moon comic strip,

extorting money from Judy's grandmother.

It ran August 22nd to September 30th.

Next.

John Gerald Lott, criminal lawyer.

Shot last night.

Next to him is the comic strip character called Van Rensselaer from the Judy Moon

comic strip.

Tried to cheat Judy out of a $10,000 inheritance.

His adventure ended day before yesterday.

I think we've been staring at the evidence every morning and never saw it.

I didn't know that you followed the Judy Moon comic strip, Jay.

Okay, Doctor.

For openness.

Paranoid schizophrenic.

Fantasizing life.

Living his out in the comic strip.

retreated from the real world because he felt it was against him.

And he's using the comic strip to strike back.

Well, in a way.

You see, he's never been able to make it with a real, live girl.

But he feels safe with Judy Moon.

You know, a big, strong, like, um, a powerful father figure who takes

care of her by killing her enemies.

We find that schizos have been neglected or ignored as children.

They've learned very early not to trust their parents.

And as they grow up, they trust no one.

They... Doctor, please, this isn't freshman psychiatry.

Give me a description.

I can only give you a guess.

Give me a guess.

Well, he's probably young, slovenly, physically unimpressive, maybe even

ugly.

Definitely no friends.

And when you do find him, it'll be in the poorest section of town in some

menial job.

How's that?

Better.

Anything else?

One thing.

Unless you stop him, you'll probably kill again.

We're banking on that.

Excuse me.

Garrett. Yes, Jenny.

What flight?

Very well, thank you.

Well, Palmer's on his way.

Flight 11 from Chicago at 4.40. Dano, you and Chin meet him.

Palmer's the man who draws the Judy Moon comic strip.

He's coming here?

What for?

The only way we're going to find this murderer is to make him come to us.

And the only way we're going to do that is to pick his next victim for him.

You have to

make it look that much like

me?

It's like wearing a sign on your back that says, shoot me.

That's the point, isn't it, then?

We don't have much time in this business for the amenities, Mr. Palmer, but I

want you to know how much we appreciate your dropping everything to fly over

here. You kidding? Any time I can get a fully paid Hawaiian vacation, just call

me, Collette.

What kind of adventure are you gonna make it?

I have a good one.

How about this cop who steals apples from an all-night market and then, uh,

mails the chorus to Judy Moon?

I got one if you like it.

Danny's a crooked cop with gang connections. He's the gang's pipeline

into police headquarters.

Judy finds out about it, so she's got to be permanently shut up.

Okay, fine. We'll go with that.

How long does it take you to complete one episode?

They generally run about six weeks.

Can you cut this one down to, say, three?

That's rushing it a little.

I know, but this is a very special case, Mr. Palmer.

You're drawing us a killing.

Three weeks.

Good.

Now, what dummy would park here?

Oops. Sorry, officer. I'll move right out.

And Officer Danny is Judy Moonstruck.

How about another game tomorrow, Judy?

Gee, this club is so expensive, Danny.

Can you afford it?

Oh, don't worry about that.

I've got plenty of money, and more where that came from.

The big heist is tonight, Officer Danny.

Think I heard a third party on that call.

Go tell that cop I wanna see him now.

We got trouble, big fats.

Judy Moon found out I'm working for your gang.

You gotta shut her mouth, copper.

And for good.

Get it?

The pants look too small to me.

The pants are just right.

Try on this shirt.

Just leave Freddy alone. He knows what he's doing.

You looking for someone?

It fits. It fits.

Thanks, Rudy.

No, everything is rush, rush.

Watch the cuff stitching. I only basted it.

You don't have to worry anymore.

I did what I promised.

Please, get away. I'm late. Now let me go.

No.

You can take things easy now.

That's all I wanted to tell you.

Judy, don't you trust me?

I don't know who you think I am, but would you please leave me alone?

I can't let you go in there. You'll find out your own to him.

No, let me handle this, please.

Get away from me!

That's supposed to be me?

As far as he's concerned, it is you, Ms. Farmer.

Doesn't even make sense.

Does to him.

Are you ready to look at some mug shots now? Sure.

Please.

Chin.

Uh,

go through the mug shots with Ms. Farmer, the ones we've screened, and

take your time.

Please.

No luck?

Not even close.

Jenny, send Joe Donner in, please.

Miss Farmer?

This is Joe Donner, our police artist.

Sit down, Joe.

See if you can help him reconstruct that face.

Yeah, his face was kind of broad.

No, I think the eyes were... Oh, he wore glasses. I forgot about them.

The lips are a little thicker.

Yeah, like that.

Yes, that's very good. That's him.

Good. Good job.

Ben, I want a thousand of these in circulation within the hour.

Got your radio mic down?

Better get going. We'll be long.

Chin, ask HPD for around-the-clock surveillance for Miss Farmer until

further notice.

You mean until you catch the killer, don't you?

Yes, yes, until we catch the killer.

Steve, read me Steve.

Have you got him, Ben?

Ben, he's coming up on you. Have you got him?

Got him?

Got him.

Keep him in sight, Duke. I got him in the side view mirror.

Hey, Mr. Williams.

I know where the cockfight is today.

It's worth a tenth spot, isn't it?

That's right, L.P.

I want to talk to you, Mr. Policeman.

Why don't you come out where I can see you?

No, no, no tricks.

You come down here.

Okay.

Let's go.

the entrance to the alley.

Okay, hold it right there.

I want to ask you a question.

Why are you being so mean to Judy Moon?

Why do you want to hurt her?

You're wrong.

I don't want to hurt Judy.

You're lying.

No, I'm not. I'm not lying.

And you know what they wanted me to do?

Well, I decided I wouldn't do that.

You're lying.

You're making fool Judy, but you can't fool me.

I'm her guardian angel.

I know.

We go at two.

One.

Jen, get an ambulance.