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Thank you.

Thank you.

Give me a drink.

Check that out.

All intact.

Did you count them?

Come and have a look for yourself.

We made an ID positive through his prints.

A private eye named Henry Mott. Henry Mott?

Bill Hay's partner used to be on HPD burglary squad?

Good man.

One of the best.

At first, it looked like homicide mugging.

That's how we gave it to the press.

Oh, no way.

A man with Mott's know-how wouldn't be outfoxed by a two-bit mugger.

His money, his watch, and his wallet were gone.

Now, we also know that he had a gun, a .38. That's gone, too.

Shot with his own piece? Negative.

Here's a slug that killed him, a .22.

But we don't have the gun to match it.

This man was killed on the job. He had to be. I'll check with his partner, see

what case he was in. Hold it, Steve. Hold it.

You haven't heard the strange part yet.

All over his clothes, his shoes, and on his hands were tiny grains of a yellow

substance. I think I know what it is. I was about to verify it when you called.

Few grains of this substance in this carbon electrode crater.

Photo plate directly above.

Now we pass an electric arc through the crater.

This may not look like much, but it confirms what I thought.

Mott fell down or crawled in gold dust.

Pure gold dust before he died.

Gold dust?

Was there gold in the car?

Negative.

Which means that he fell someplace else, or maybe was shot someplace else before

he got to Makiki Street.

Well, I made a calculation which may be of help.

Assuming that Mott fell down in a room of average size, 10 by 12 feet, And

assuming that the concentration of gold was uniform, Mott fell down in a room

covered with dust worth a small fortune.

Where's that much gold in Hawaii?

I don't know, Dono, but it's all on file with the government. Check mainland

treasury. All companies licensed to deal in gold in Hawaii.

Right. Gentlemen, please remember, let's not alert our adversaries.

Until this is pinned down, no tips, no leaks to anyone about gold.

diet soda, so... Champagne. How lovely. That is a gift from a groveling buyer

begging for a franchise to sell our line.

I think you should grant it.

Oh, well, there's no hurry. Let him pamper us for a while.

Hey, I'm thinking of a little champagne party tonight.

Sound interesting?

Well, I might consider it.

You just keep the wine nice and chilled.

And everything else nice and warm.

Greg?

Last night I... I did something.

I hope you won't be angry.

At you? How could I be?

When you didn't come home by midnight, I... I was so worried.

I called my father to see if... I'd had an accident?

Drove the car off Diamond Head into the ocean?

May I tell you something, Tamisha?

You are a silly, foolish, lovely, wonderful joy in my life.

And you worry too much.

Read the papers?

Sure. Three shootings reported.

Suicide, jealous husband thing and a mugging. Nothing else?

Who was the man?

I figure him for a burglar. Second story man.

That's why he didn't go to the police.

Let's hope you're right, love.

Besides, you couldn't possibly have seen what was in that room.

No argument there.

So we proceed as planned.

Mr. Lawrence.

Yes? Mr. Piata said that he wanted to see you as soon as you got here.

Just coming in.

Sorry, TK. I was out with a buyer last night and we... I knew you were out last

night.

Tamisha called me around midnight.

Pried up any orders.

Orders?

The buyer.

Oh, no, nothing yet, but... I am close to a...

to a very big sale.

I'm glad to hear it.

These things take a lot of time.

A lot of persuading.

Only up to a point. Then the product takes over.

The beautiful line you've created really, really sells itself.

It don't do badly either.

Let me know how it turns out.

All right.

I'm grateful for this audience.

It is known to us that some of you possess

large quantities of gold.

We want to know if you have any knowledge of a crime, a shooting in

connection with gold.

No shooting, Ching Ho.

But we do know something special happening.

Perhaps of importance.

Yes. Several months ago, a stranger came to see the Honorable

Hania Lee to purchase a quantity of molds the type our

people have used for centuries to make gold bars.

This stranger, what did he look like?

Unfortunately, we shall never know.

The Honorable Hanya Lee is blind.

Can I help you, sir?

Just passing.

I collect antiques.

Mind if I browse?

Oh, not at all.

Hey, Ned.

Gentleman wants to see the items.

Coming right up.

Best stock only. Right.

English, right?

Born within the sound of bow bells.

Which makes me a cockney and proud of it, too.

Ah, but you've got the right life here.

To plunge into the briny deep and explore the treasures of the past.

That's true adventure.

True adventure.

I believe someone even found a China trader hereabouts.

How was that?

You're joking.

No, uh, Three Master.

Found her in the bottom of Macapul Bay.

Paper showed us up about a year and a half ago.

Well, I am in luck.

Ah, here we are.

The, uh, the best items for the gentleman.

Take a look.

Oh, uh, here, here, here's a lovely piece of jade. Hand carved.

Took him years to make that.

They use bamboo drills, you know.

Do tell.

Yeah. You, uh, you know what this is?

No. Qing Dynasty, 1655.

I am impressed.

That piece was perfect.

Oh, it cost you hundreds of dollars along.

Hmm.

Yeah, you know, we got a lot of, uh, sweat and time invested in our

merchandise.

A lot of time.

Just wrap yourselves, lad.

You're under arrest.

Arrest?

What for?

Bunko, fraud, and larceny. That's what it's for.

Cheap dynasty.

Maybe the five and ten cent store kind.

Come on.

Let's go.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Maybe we made a mistake. It happens.

Listen here. We don't want your money. Take it back. Take it all back.

Just teaching you a lesson, that's all.

Never, ever try to con a con man.

What are you, some kind of... Hey, hold on! Hold on now, lads! I'm here to make

you some money. I do want to buy something.

$10,000 worth, in fact.

$10,000?

That's what I said.

What is it you want to buy?

You.

See? Just in from Washington.

Office of Domestic Gold and Silver Operations.

These are the people licensed to deal in gold in Hawaii.

Snug Fit Watch Band Company.

Marco Dental Supplies.

King Electronics.

They use gold saucer plating.

Moanalua Chemical Supply. University of Hawaii Laboratories.

Asian Mental Arts Company.

Tenjo Kayada, president.

That rings a bell.

They manufacture jewelry.

The biggest in the islands.

Yeah.

Kenjo Kayata employed Henry Mott of the Oahu Detective Agency on August the

16th. What makes you think I can help you, Mr. McGarrett?

The time Henry Mott was murdered, he was working for a number of clients.

You were occluded.

I'd like to know more about that.

Well, you must be mistaken.

I'd have no reason to hire a private detective.

This is all wasted motion, Mr. Coyote.

We've seen the records of the O'ahu Detective Agency.

We know the date that you engaged them, the deposit paid, and the name of the

person to be followed.

I told her not to marry him.

I saw the signs.

What can you tell a girl of 20?

Your daughter?

Yes.

She met this Caucasian named Gregory Lawrence.

Good looking, suave.

Pamisha fell in love with him hopelessly.

What could I do?

I took him into the business.

Then he began to stay away from home.

An evening here, a weekend there.

And always an ingenious excuse.

I hired Mott to find out what he was really doing.

And did you find out?

I was to get a report this week.

And then I read this morning that Mott was killed.

I understand that you, uh, deal in gold.

Among other things.

Large volume?

We export... all over the world.

Was Henry Mott ever in your vaults where the gold was kept?

No, never.

Have you had any robberies or burglaries, gold missing for any reason?

No, nothing like that.

Thank you, Mr. Cayatta. We'll be in touch.

Put me through to the vaults.

Central McGarrett, patch me through to Danny Williams, please.

10-4.

Steve?

Dano, I want a background on Coyote's son-in-law, Gregory Lawrence.

I want the book, and I want it fast.

Drop it in.

Morning. Morning.

Check the location?

All bearings check out, Mr. Quinlan. All yours.

Take them away.

Aye, aye.

That's it.

Give him a good drenching, boys.

Drop it down.

It's coming.

All right, let's run around.

Last one coming up.

The convincer, I call it.

You know what to do.

Right.

Take me a minute to get to my gear.

Everything's okay.

Very good.

Now hurry back and report your find.

Mustn't keep the world waiting.

Background on Gregory Lawrence.

Born in Houston, Texas, parents divorced, drifted to Los Angeles, and

started to make it on his own.

First modeling, and then movie extra work.

Then a number of fast promotion schemes.

Quick buck turnover, but no criminal record.

Hey, Steve, there's something on TV I think you ought to see. A news report,

something about gold.

So we hauled one up, took a look inside.

Well, can you imagine the look on our faces?

I doubt if we can, Mr. Fleming. In fact, I doubt if any one of our viewers can

even imagine what it must be like to discover over $1 million in gold. Now,

what's the next step with all this?

We'd like to come aboard. Sure, come aboard.

What can we do for you, gentlemen?

We, uh, caught you on television this morning.

Big moment in Hawaii's history.

How about that? I can't believe it myself.

Got the gold on board the truck?

Oh, yeah, yeah. It's safe and sound on the way to the bank.

I never even won a raffle before.

But you did win a suspended sentence once.

Charles Fleming, Ned Boyle, arrested for selling a worthless pendant represented

as an antique.

Defendants claimed an honest mistake.

Judge granted an SS in view of no previous criminal record after the money

was returned to the buyer.

Yeah, like the man said it was an honest mistake.

Yeah, yeah, we, uh, well, we found it on the ocean floor.

He thought it was real.

Is that gold real?

Uh, don't know whether it is or not. Don't matter to us.

Why not?

Well, you see, when we, uh...

When we made the find, we were under charge, so the gold belongs to the

people that hired us.

Who was that?

Outfit named Geodetic Surveys, Joe Quillen, President.

When I read that they'd discovered it, I knew right away what they'd found.

The Clipper, Boston Cloud.

Fence of kill, 200 feet.

Fence of beam, 41.

Her captain was a Jeremiah Farmer.

A scoundrel if ever one lived.

Bought opium in India and sold it to the Chinese warlord for gold.

Pure gold.

He was on his way back home to enjoy it when he struck a reef off Makapu Point.

And that was it.

Rotten luck, eh?

Prepare to lower the anchor.

Lower the anchor.

Put our

divers

over, Dano.

Mind you, sir, your divers may find nothing below.

My two boys are very thorough.

Very thorough.

Yeah, I know.

Set the cable down.

Jay, off to Gentry in San Francisco.

Gentry and Sons, precious metals, largest dealers in the country. I'm

flattered, Mr. Fulton. I was about to test this go for purity.

My highest carrot needle. You know what that means?

Top quality.

99.5 pure.

All right, pure gold, but is it antique?

Could it have been in the sea for over 150 years?

No way to tell that, Steve. Gold doesn't oxidize. No way of telling its age.

What about the rest of the find?

The chest, for instance, or the hull of the ship?

The ship's long been verified.

Carbon dated by the university labs. As far as the chest is concerned, there's

no question that it's old. Early 19th century manufacture, but it's not that

rare.

What about the shape of the ingot itself?

Now, we know that a lot of antique molds were purchased from a Chinese here in

the islands.

Without the molds, we can't possibly identify the ingot, Steve.

What you're saying, then, maybe it's authentic, and maybe it's not.

There'll be more tests on the mainland.

Where? At the US Mint Laboratory in Washington.

There's a sample on its way now.

That's required by law before I'm allowed to buy it.

Buy it?

You plan on buying this gold?

That's why I'm here, Mr. McGarrett.

Pending the green light from Washington, I'm prepared to pay upwards of a million

dollars.

emergency we're scared mr scared got cops all over the place asking questions

taking the gold to the lab for tests it's the risk you see uh it just ain't

worth the risk not for 10 grand we just want to be treated fair i mean a million

for you and uh 10 grand for us ain't worth the risk not when you

consider how much we now

What would you consider fair?

Well, have a beer, Mr. Quillen, and we'll talk about that.

Yeah? Churchill here.

Two of our troops are defecting.

Threatening, too.

The naval forces?

Unless they get sizable awards.

What, uh... What is sizable?

Sixpence in the shilling, love.

That's half and no mistake.

You know what to do with defecting troops, sir, Winston.

Greg, if there was some kind of trouble, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

Of course I would, darling.

Because if there was, no matter what, I would help you, Greg.

I know you would, sweetheart.

Morning, Steve. Oh, morning, Denno.

Tell I just came in from the U.S. Mint.

Sample gold submitted, 99.5 pure.

Bar crudely cast and porous, giving credence to antique claim.

This could be simulated by casting at excessive temperatures, but we have no

evidence that such simulation took place.

Mole marks authentic, corresponding with early 19th century Chinese forms in

Smithsonian.

Jay Grimaldi, Deputy Director, U.S. Mint Laboratory.

Not the same story as Che's, huh?

Something else from HPD.

Two juveniles picked up in Makiki Heights on a routine marijuana bust.

They had a watch, a camera, and a gun. It belonged to Henry Mott.

Kids broke down under questioning and admitted they took the stuff from Mott's

body after they found him dead.

Ties in with our theory.

Any film in the camera?

Yes, but none exposed.

We checked it out.

Let's have it.

Paul?

May I help you?

After you left the other day, I had an inventory taken. We normally do it once

a year. What about it?

Gold missing.

185 pounds of joy weight.

That's about 300 kilos. How much in dollars?

One million, 200,000.

One million, 200,000 stolen.

One million found in the wreck.

Got to be it.

Who had access to the vaults?

One man.

One man besides me.

Your son-in-law?

Yes.

Dano, I want warrants for Cullian, Lawrence, Boyle, and Fleming.

I want the harbor and airport police notified, and I want a wall around this

island.

McGarrett. Coast Guard chopper just spotted the Pacific Pearl. She's

anchored off Makapu'u, near the sunken ship.

On my way, Denno.

That gold may be 99.5 pure, but it's 100% stolen. Oh, no.

300 kilograms.

Missing from the Asian Metal Arts Company.

258 found in the wreck of the Clipper, Boston Cloud.

The finders were not keepers.

And what about Pullian?

We haven't found him yet. I hardly need tell you to withhold payment on that

gold. Mr. McGarrett, I'm afraid that advice is a little late.

What do you mean?

You paid him?

By certified check as soon as the green light came from the U.S. Mint

Laboratory.

Dano!

Get on the horn to every bank in Oahu.

Find out if a check for a million dollars was deposited to any account

within the last 24 hours.

Right.

What did you do?

What did I do? I know you hate him, but at least you could let us live. He's my

husband. Your husband stole a million dollars from me. That's a lie.

You told the police a lie to destroy him, to make him run away from me.

He's gone? Why did you do that to him, to me?

Kamisha. Is there no limit to your hatred? Just listen to me.

A man was killed, a private detective in my employ.

I told the police that I received no reports from this man.

That wasn't true.

I told them a lie to protect your feelings.

The account was opened in our bank a little over a year ago under the name of

the Geodetic Survey Company.

The amount was $12,000.

Later, $10,000 was withdrawn.

The money for Fleming and Boyle. Yeah.

They must have gotten greedy later on.

This morning at 10.07, the check for a million was deposited.

Nice payoff for 11 months of stealing.

Uh, how much...

Gold would have to be taken each day.

30 ounces?

Could fit into a small attache case.

Yeah. Later melted down and recast crudely to simulate antique bars.

Oh, uh, by the way, the DA tells me with the evidence we have, we can get an

attachment order on that certified check so you haven't lost your money yet, Mr.

Gentry. But we've lost Quillian and Lawrence.

Have we?

Well, they got off the island.

But I think I know how to get them back with the help of the bank.

Of course. Anything we can do.

Who was authorized to withdraw from that account?

That would be the company officers.

Mr. James Brennan of London, Andre Lemieux of Paris.

There are the signatures.

Who are they?

Oh, gotta be Lawrence and Quillian.

Now, sooner or later, you're gonna get a draft.

on this money from either London or Paris or both. And when you do, I'd like

you to reply with this message.

Eve, Telex from Scotland Yard and the French Sûreté.

They're on board these flights heading for the United States.

Oh, the magnet is working, huh?

And Mrs.

Gregory Lawrence is here to see you.

Mrs. Lawrence?

All right, show her in.

This way, please.

Yes, Mrs. Lawrence?

In my garden.

This.

They both arrived.

I'd like to see a bank officer, please. My name is Lemieux.

André Lemieux.

Just one moment, please.

A Mr. Lemieux would like to see a bank officer.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Miller will see you, sir. Go right in, room A.

Thank you.

Either there's been a mistake...

or I am the victim of a terrible fraud.

Welcome to the club, Mr. Lawrence.

Bring them in.

Aloha, gentlemen.

Let me assure you that neither one of you cheated the other.

We just made you think that happened by sending you both the same message.

The count overdrawn.

Put them down on murder one, three counts.

Amen.