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Thank you.

Hey, Pop.

Come on.

Time to go.

Hey, Pop, come on.

Come on.

Case finds you here, we'll both get bounced. Come on.

Hey, morning, Case.

Morning.

What happened, man?

It was a little slow last night.

I can see that.

Man, you know, just one night, if I could just make the light money.

So we'll turn off the lights at night, use candles.

Might give the place some class.

Great idea.

Great idea.

Say, wouldn't it put a crimp in all the reading you're doing on my time?

Now beat it. I got some work to do. See you later.

Damn box number one bag man.

Caught two big ones, huh?

I'd say a .38 at close range from the look of them.

Well.

Jay, what do you got?

Stuff from his pockets. Keys, cigarettes, a lighter, a handkerchief, a

pocket comb, a wallet with about 40 bucks in it.

And $2,000 in cash from an inside jacket pocket.

A wallet with $40 in it and $2,000 in cash in a pocket.

Kind of interesting.

Anybody see anything?

HPD's knocking on doors.

They haven't turned up anybody yet.

This his car? Right.

Impound it. Take it apart. Might tell us something.

Chen, get over to Wang's place. Shake it down. On my way.

What do we got here, Danno?

Bagman is killed.

Now, was he burned for the money he was probably carrying?

Or is this the work of some trigger-happy freelancer?

Or is there more to it than that?

Just talk the Koreans are ready to make a big move.

This could be the opening shot in a gang war against Bach, trying to knock him

out of the catbird seat. Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know, Steve.

But there's one guy who would.

Damn Bach.

Yeah. Let's have a talk with Mr. Bach.

I can't believe it.

You know, Joe Wang was in for a cup of coffee an hour before it happened.

You know, he came in a lot.

I knew who he worked for, what he did.

Everybody knew.

He didn't act any different than anybody else.

When I saw that guy shoot him, it was like I was watching TV.

And then that guy looked at me.

Well, what do you want to do about it, Teddy?

Ted, what are we going to do about it?

You know, we've got to go to the cops. No. Look, I saw the whole thing. I can

describe them to him. And then you'll get your name in the newspapers.

And if the police don't find him first, he'll know right where to find you.

Ted, that man Wang was a gangster.

You don't know why those people killed him.

And you don't know what you'd be getting us all into if you go to the police.

Sue, look at me.

Sorry, Tim.

You're right.

I mean, of course you have to go to the police.

It's just that I get so frightened, you know? I mean, oh, I don't know. It seems

like these things always happen to us. We just decide to move inside, stop

living on the streets like gypsies, and then something like this happens. It

always happens.

Come on. Take it easy.

Look, you're right.

I mean, Wang was a gangster. If guys like that want to kill each other,

that's their problem, right?

He's got his name and address.

Burn him.

He's in your backyard.

You burn him.

You're the one he saw.

You're the one he configured.

Oh, yeah, well, I worry about that.

If I ever see him back in Chicago.

Oh.

Now, I have a plane to catch.

a contract for Joe Wang.

And you blew it.

Ask Joe about it the next time you see him.

Yeah? 5-0, Dan.

5-0? In the den.

And Williams.

You stay.

Understand?

You wait.

I was just about to come down and talk to you.

Sort of an informal conversation, I take it, huh?

Very funny, McGarrett.

What are you doing about Joe?

Well, we've already observed a couple of seconds of silence in his memory, if

that's what you mean.

Another comedian.

What do you do, sell him your old jokes?

How much money do you figure you lost last night?

What do you mean?

Come on, Buck.

If you want to talk, let's talk.

Joe Wang was hit about 6 o'clock this morning.

He must have just finished collecting your tape.

Now, my guess is that he was carrying 10, maybe 15,000 of your money.

You lost me on the far turn, McGarrett. I don't know what you're talking about.

If Wang wasn't grounded in a heist, why was he hit?

You're the cops.

You tell me.

Yeah. Yeah, he's here.

McGarrett.

Yes, Chin.

He was.

Get a lab crew over there right away.

Somebody gave Wang's apartment a toss.

Tore it apart.

You got any idea what they were looking for?

You got me, McGarrett.

Not yet, Pa. Not yet.

But be patient.

I will.

Look, uh, my plane's leaving in, uh... You want another contract, don't you?

That's what you're angling for.

I'm open to an offer.

Send bills.

Get them.

Sue, listen to this.

A $10,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the

slayer or slayers of underworld figure Joe Wang is being offered by the Star

Bulletin, the newspaper's secret witness editor announced today. Secret witness?

It's a feature the newspaper runs.

A person who knows something about a crime can write a letter. Ted, no! No,

listen to me. You don't use your name.

See, you sign it with a number, and you tear a corner of the letter off with the

number on it, and that identifies you in case you get the reward.

No! Listen.

This newspaper guarantees the anonymity of the informant and payment of reward

will be arranged in any manner prescribed by the witness for the

protection of his or her identity.

Ten thousand bucks.

Ten thousand. Think what we could do with that kind of...

I could quit my job. I could go back to school full time.

We could start some sort of business together. No, Ted.

There must be some kind of catch in there. People do not give away that kind

of money without knowing who they're giving it to. But they do. It says so

right here. I don't care what it says.

You promised me. You said we were going to forget it. That was before.

Sue, I gotta do it. Ten thousand bucks.

I'll never get another break like this.

I can't blow the...

Found this under the dash of Wang's car.

Definitely not a car key.

O-N-B.

Oahu National Bank?

That's my guess, Steve. A safe deposit key.

Ben Chin, check it out.

If there's a box in Wang's name at the bank, we'll get a court order to open

it. What about those two slugs Doc dug out of Wang?

38 caliber, right twist.

Six lands of... 0.5 width, probably a Smith & Wesson. Anything on the gun? Not

yet. OK, thank you, Che.

Latest intelligence report on Dan Bach.

What's it tell us, Danno?

The island's crawling with guys itching to knock Bach off his perch, but there

isn't a mob with enough strength or stomach to make a move yet.

So Wang wasn't the first drop in a gang war. Not if that information is right.

What do they say in the street?

Duke is still out feeding the pigeons.

No kickback yet.

Keep pushing, Danno.

There are lots of reasons why Wang caught those two slugs.

What we need is the right one.

Looking for somebody?

Yeah. A guy called Reynolds.

Uh, I got this address for you.

How's his bacon?

Reynolds?

Data Reynolds.

Oh, yeah, young Howley's with the baby.

Howley? They moved out about, oh, six months ago.

Who knows? That's just a hippie pad.

Kids are moving in and out all the time.

You a bill collector or something?

Yeah.

76,497 bucks, Steve.

Plus the $2,000 he had on him when he was killed.

Question, how could a guy like Joe Wang, a little more than a bag man for a buck,

get himself a stash like that? He could have had something of his own going on

the side.

Yeah, possibly. But from what we know about him, he wasn't that enterprising.

And if our intelligence reports are correct and the talk that Duke picked up

in the street are right, he wasn't hit by a rival mob.

We still can't rule out a heist murder, Steve. No.

But let's examine the theory that he was dipping into the till, huh? Skimming?

Yeah. Now, suppose he kept just one dollar on every hundred that he

collected to Bob.

It wouldn't take him long to fill that safe deposit, Bob.

If Wang was skimming, then he was really asking for it. Yeah, and he got it, too.

But why an open? Why a street hit?

If this was a family affair, Bob could have waited until Wang finished his

rounds and then deep-sixed him.

With no noise, no fuss.

Except when you waste a bag man for skimming. You want noise. You want fuss.

You want to hang him on a meat hook at high noon on the 4th Street Mall as a

warning for everybody else with itchy fingers. Now, this is just a theory,

gentlemen, but I like it. Because if we can prove it, we can really nail Bach to

the wall. Not just for gambling, extortion, dope peddling, but for

murder.

Murder what?

Yes, Jenny.

Publisher of the Star Bulletin.

Yes, Jack?

Steve, I have something you should see.

A secret witness letter about the Joe Wang killing.

Oh?

And I think it'd be a good idea for the district attorney to see it, too.

All right. Okay. I'll have Manicote here.

I can be there in 20 minutes if that's convenient.

Fine. We'll be here.

Gee, that's interesting.

I'm sorry, but we're not permitted to hand out any information on card

holders. It's a rule.

Yeah, I understand that.

You know the old saying, rules are made to be broken.

Not library rules.

But this guy Reynolds, he skipped with 3,000 bucks. He's a crook.

Sir, for the last time, even if I had a change of address for the man, I'd not

be permitted to give it to you. Now, you'll have to excuse me.

May I help you?

Yes, thank you. I just moved here from Hilo.

I asked the lady at the checkout desk if I could use it here, and she said no,

I'd have to have one for Honolulu.

She said you'd give me an application form to fill out.

May I have one, please?

As you know, Steve, most of the information handled by our secret

witness editor is routinely turned over to HPD.

But in this case, because of the organized crime implications of the Joe

Wang killing, plus the fact that the Star Bulletin is offering a handsome

reward in the case, the letter was turned over to me.

And after I read the letter, I figured I'd better call the district attorney.

You see the problem, Steve?

Sure.

The Star Bulletin pledges to keep the identity of its secret witnesses

anonymous from beginning to end. But here, here we have a letter from someone

claiming he not only saw Joe Wang killed, but he was almost killed

himself. And whose life could still be in danger.

You can bet on that. If Bach was behind the Joe Wang hit, he's not going to let

an eyewitness walk around alive and chirping if he can help it.

He's going to turn this town upside down to find him now, Jack.

I... I appreciate the implications involved here. I know that the paper

promises anonymity.

It's a promise that we have to keep, Steve.

In this case, you can't. But you're talking about the threat to a man that

might not even exist.

Maybe I am, maybe not.

But maybe Joe Wang's killer is out there right now looking for this man.

We can't take that chance, Jack.

I suppose we can.

Thank you, Jack.

Appreciate it.

I doubt if I could lift a clear print off an envelope that went through the

mail, Steve.

I realize that, Jack. From the tone of the letter, I'd say the guy was smart

enough or scared enough to wipe his own prints off before he sent it.

But try anyway, then have some Xerox copies made and send them up to my

office.

He says he got away from the killer by going over a wall at the end of a

parking lot.

Probably this one here.

Between Center and Sierra.

Somehow he got from here up to here.

Duke, get some of your men. We'll scour it.

Done. I'll join you there.

The man was dark-haired.

Under six feet tall and weighed between 150 and 160.

He wore dark glasses, a light blue sports shirt, and blue pants.

Dano, hit the computer. See if any of Buck's triggers fit that description.

Right.

Take a look at the second sentence in the letter.

I was walking home from work a little after six this morning.

Yeah.

How far do you think a guy would walk from his job home after working all

night? That's hard to say, Steve.

Well, what's a safe assumption? A mile?

I would say a mile or two outside.

Okay.

Now, Wang was gunned down here.

Now, if you're right, Chen, our man lived and worked in an area about like

that.

So do thousands of others, Steve.

Well, we can narrow it down. Let's forget that he lived there. Let's

concentrate on the fact that he worked nights.

What would that give us?

He could be a janitor, a night watchman, or a night clerk in a hotel.

Night manager, projectionist, ticker-ticker in an all-night grand

house. A lot of people in that area.

Bars, too, and all-night hash houses.

A lot of people.

A lot of ground to cover, but it's the only clue we've got.

Okay, gentlemen, let's get on it.

Get me Dan Bach.

But neither Hawaii Five-O or the HPD Homicide Division will speculate on the

motive behind the slaying of Joe Wang.

Turning to other local news.

Is there any news yet?

No. I'm going to the grocery store. Do you have some money you can give me?

Not too much. How much do you need?

Five should do it.

Thank you.

What are you looking for?

Ted, what is it?

My library card. It was in the book I dropped when that guy chased me.

Oh, no. You always keep it in your wallet. It must be here. It isn't. I

remember now. I was in a hurry when I checked the books out and I put it...

All right, Duke, let's see if our information checks out.

Okay.

Check the adjoining houses. Steve?

Cherry for you on the radio.

Yes, Cherry, what do you got?

On that original letter.

The only prints I was able to raise are yours, Manicote's, Jack Scott's, and the

Star Bulletin secret witness editor, Ray Brooks.

What about the paper?

Dime store stuff.

You can buy it in a thousand different places.

I do have one thing for you, though, on the typewriter.

The letter was typed on a very inexpensive machine made by the Roma

Company of Italy.

Its model is called Zephyr.

Manufactured for two years and then discontinued.

See if the machine was distributed locally. If it was, I want to know the

name of the distributor and all the retail outlets it was sold to. Right,

Steve.

Slug, huh?

Looks like it, Steve.

38.

Well, at least the guy is telling us a straight story.

Steve.

Your office just called.

You've got a visitor.

Oh? Dan Bach.

You were smart to come in on your own, Buck.

You didn't give me much choice, did you, McGarrett?

Unless you were bluffing about coming down to bring me in if I didn't show.

Now, what's this all about?

I've got something that belongs to you.

Over $78,000, including two that we took off Joe Wang's body.

What makes you think it belongs to me?

The buck.

I'm going to get right to the point, and I'm only going to make it once.

Joe Wang was skimming from you.

What?

You knew it, and that's why you had him burned.

Me? You.

And you had his apartment torn apart.

Looking for this.

Now, wait a minute, McGarrett. You hold it right there. After you telephoned me,

I called my lawyer. He's on his way down here now. So any more questions, you

got. I didn't call you in here to ask you. I called you in here to tell you

something.

There was a witness to Wang's murder.

And your hitter saw the witness, chased him and tried to kill him.

Oh, really? Yeah.

And don't pretend that I'm telling you something you don't already know,

because I know better.

And I know that your boys are beating the bush looking for him.

We were talking. I thought you had him already.

If I had him, you'd really need a lawyer. And when I find him, the whole

Hawaii Bar Association is not going to keep you from going inside.

Thanks for the warning.

I wouldn't knock it, Buck.

Because I'm going to make you a promise. From now on, every time a body turns up

with a hole in it, I'm going to haul you in.

And I'm going to keep the heat on you until you drown in your own sweat.

Now, take your money and get out of here.

Nice try, McGarrett.

Next time.

It won't be a try.

It'll be murder one, and I'm gonna make it stick.

That's a promise.

Central, patch me through to McGarrett.

I'm afraid the computer's no help, Steve.

The description of the hit man is just too general. I see.

McGarrett. Chin for you. Put him on, Jenny.

Yes, Chin.

You got 23 names and addresses of guys who work nights, Steve.

We're turning them over to HPD units to check out as we get them.

But this could take forever.

Well, you know a better way?

Okay, Steve.

We'll keep slogging.

Steve, there were two distributors of that typewriter.

Between them, they were placing 18 retail outlets.

Eighteen?

Stationers, office supply companies, a couple of discount houses, and a chain

of cut-rate drugstores.

We don't have enough time or men to cover all those places.

No, but maybe we don't have to.

So far as I can see, only one place in this entire area carried the typewriter.

Uh, Lopaka Wood.

Office machines on Wiley.

Now, if our man lives in the area, maybe he shops in the area.

It's worth a try.

Yeah, hit it down.

And, Duke, give Chin and Ben a hand. Right.

Look, maybe he didn't find the book.

He did. You know he did. Sue. And now he knows your name.

But the Capena Street address is on the car. That doesn't matter. He'll find

you. If he wants to, he can find you.

We've got to go to the car. No!

They'll protect us. And maybe the paper will still give us a reward if they find

out. Is that all you care about, the reward?

No! What do you suggest we do then?

Go away. Go back to the mainland.

On what?

On $19 and change?

It's all my fault. I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

It isn't anybody's fault.

We weren't meant to live like normal people.

Yes, we were. We can and we will.

I'll get the airfare back to L.A. How?

From Case.

I'll figure out a story he'll buy.

I'll talk him out of the money.

You just pack and get the baby ready, and I'll be back in just a little while.

Yes. I'll let you know the minute we turn up something, Jack. Thanks for

calling.

Our long shot never even got out of the gate, Steve.

The manager of Lopaka Wood Office Machines says he took six of those

typewriters on consignment.

Turned out to be such a slug of merchandise, he had to send them all

back to the distributor.

Our man is out there somewhere, Dano.

We've got to find a way to turn him up.

Who is it?

Police.

Mrs. Reynolds?

Yes?

We'd like to talk to you.

What do you want?

Is your husband at home?

No.

Ted, Reynolds, 127 Core Street.

Yeah, it works midnight to six.

I'll give it to HP to check out. Right.

Hey, can you give me an idea what's going on?

It's just, uh, routine.

Hey, Ted's a nice guy, you know?

Sure hope he ain't in any trouble.

Nice guy, got a wife and baby.

As a matter of fact, he was just in.

Tapped me for a couple of hundred bucks in advance on his pay.

Kid's got to go to the hospital for some tests or something.

Right. Apartment 4. Chin! Okay.

Check this.

Hey, look, your kid's done anything.

Looks like the same type print to me.

Yeah.

Who typed this?

Huh? Who typed this? This, this. Who typed it?

Ted.

He does it all the time. Makes a couple of bucks extra a week. Does it at home.

Sue. Sue, I got the money.

Chin, have Duke wire for more backup and cover the back with Ben.

Daniel, come with me.

Now you hear me.

I want to see both of you down on the street in exactly one minute.

Now just remember, I got a woman and kid up here with me.

And if you don't believe it, you just stick around.

Listen to me. Now you got just 50 seconds.

What's it look like back there, Ben?

No re-exit, Steve.

All right, you and Chin come back here. We're on the street.

Excuse me.

Yes. Who's the officer in charge?

That man in the blue suit.

There's a man calling on my phone. He wants to talk to the officer in charge.

Where's your phone?

Oh, back there.

McGarrett.

Now, listen to me, McGarrett.

That's my car down in front of the building.

I'm coming out.

Yeah, with the woman and the kid.

And we're taking off.

So I want every cop off of the street.

And that includes you, McGarrett.

Mister, you're on a rock in the middle of the Pacific.

I can seal off this island so tight nothing moves.

How far do you think you're going to get?

Let's try it and see.

This guy's really got us between a rock and a hard place.

Can't blast him out or even smoke him out with a woman and child in there. No,

we can't. If we let him have a run at getting away, Steve, that woman's life

wouldn't be worth a $3 bill.

The kid's too, maybe.

I know, Chin, I know.

Duke, get these HPD units out of here.

Okay, let's go.

Get them out of here.

Dano, get your rifle. Find a good spot.

Maybe we can get a clean shot at him without endangering the child and the

woman. Drop him. Right.

Ben, Chin, move the rest of the cars. Go.

Oh, Ben, come back into the house and bring your lug wrench.

Get the kid

Get

your kid!

McGarrett. You win, mister.

Let's go.

Check the woman.

Are you all right?

My husband, the man thought he was dead, but he's not. Please call an ambulance.

He's up there.

Oh, Lansing.

You're dying, my friend. You know that, don't you?

Who gave you the contract on Joe Wayne?

You might as well tell me.

Got nothing to lose now.

Who was it?

Who was it?

Say it. Say his name. Tell me.

Who gave you the contract?

Get him.

I promised to murder one.

Duke!

Take over.