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Thank you.

Bye.

Well, I see you survived your day in court.

Fairway, Delaney's got himself one heavyweight lawyer.

Well, I'm not surprised, but there is no way, no way he can bust out of the case

you put together.

Wish I had your confidence, Steve.

You should have seen the star witness perform under cross-examination.

Yeah, but you'll have another day on the stand. The DA will put her head

straight. Maybe.

Ann Remington.

Ann Remington?

Sounds familiar.

Well, isn't that the name of the eyewitness to the Jameson robbery

murdered two or three years ago?

Exactly three years ago.

And we nailed Jameson and his partner, remember?

Murder one?

Thought we'd put that case to bed.

Both serving life terms, no chance of parole.

Loose ends, maybe?

Maybe. Maybe you crank.

Maybe nothing.

Okay, gentlemen, what's on the agenda?

Thank you.

One stab wound in the back, made by a thin, sharp instrument.

Most likely that knife your boys found near the body.

Che and I will have to get together on that one to be sure.

No other apparent injuries.

Neat and clean.

As you said on the phone, Dunham, deja vu.

Yeah. Ann Remington all the way.

Her case file makes coincidences hard to buy.

Same apartment complex, physical description, identical M.O.

Only the name has changed.

The victim, Sally Pomeroy.

Age 25, lived alone.

Daughter of District Court Judge Arnold Pomeroy.

Judge Pomeroy? Yeah.

Any evidence of a robbery?

No, none at all.

What's really bizarre is the detail.

Body draped in a flowered kimono.

Phone off the hook. Even the shower was left running. It's like we found it

three years ago.

Steve, take a look at this.

Genoa. Another detailed scene, huh?

Did the knife belong to the girl? We don't know yet.

Chin, if it didn't, get a list of all the stores handling this brand and check

them out.

Dano, you better notify Judge Pomeroy. It's possible that he had some

connection with the Remington case.

If not, maybe a relative, a friend, or an enemy.

Chin, you take care of that.

Ellen, Dano.

I want a complete background on the Pomeroy girl. Compare it with the

Remington case.

Right.

Remember Anne Remington.

Hi, Harry.

Hi, Harry.

What's with the hi, Harry? Where have you been?

Over two hours late, boy.

You know I needed you here. Now, what happened?

Eddie, what happened?

Yes, miss, can I help you with something? I hope so. I'm looking for a

copy of Moby Dick.

No.

Well,

let me see now.

I'm not sure.

Eddie, do you think...

Back shelf to the right, five rows down, in the middle, right next to a copy of

Lord Jim.

I don't know what I'd do without him.

Eddie will look after you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Here you go.

This will be fine.

How much is it?

Excuse me.

Eddie.

I'm very sorry, miss.

That is, uh, 90 cents.

Yeah?

All right, Eddie.

Come on.

What's the matter?

Nothing, Harry.

Nothing. Are you sure you know you can level with me?

I'm fine.

Honest. And...

I'm sorry about being late this morning. I promise it won't happen again.

Okay, Eddie, okay. You go over to the Haynes estate. The address is there.

They have a pile of books for us, and they're all paid for. And you'll be back

within an hour. That's one hour, Eddie.

Sure, Harry.

Ray, what are you doing?

Danny, let's take a look.

Hair samples on the left were taken from the victim.

The ones on the right were found between the victim's fingers.

They're nearly identical in color, but the ones on the right have a portion of

the hair root still adhering to the root end.

I mean, torn from the killer's scalp?

Looks that way.

I made a comparison of the medulla sides between the two.

They're from different individuals.

I'd say the killer had dark brown hair.

Interesting. What about the postcard?

No discernible prints.

Standard postcard, you can pick up most anywhere.

But there was one interesting thing.

Look at the first two letters.

The character and the lettering of the mister is slightly different. A bit

uneven. Also thicker, as though the writer were pressing down hard.

Conclusion? I don't have one.

Have you any idea if it's male or female?

Well, I had Dr. Leonard at the university take a look at the card.

Dr. Leonard? He's new there and an expert graphologist.

From the pressure applied in the writing, Leonard is sure it's a man.

How sure?

90%. Okay, that's good enough for me, Jay. Thank you.

And, uh, thank Dr.

Leonard.

Hey, you want to earn five bucks?

Nah.

Five bucks plus this.

It'll only take a minute.

Easy money.

Hop in.

See? Complete background files on Sally Pomeroy and Ann Remington.

Looks like the classic wheel spin. No connection.

Any possibility of an overlap in residence at the Palm Gardens?

No. I'm afraid it gets worse.

I talked to Judge Pomeroy. He remembers the Remington case all right, but he had

absolutely no connection with it. That goes for his staff, too.

No enemies, at least according to the people closest to her.

And in case there was any doubt, it appears the kimono was brought in by the

killer. The Genoa knives, too.

Nobody could identify him as belonging to the Pomeroy girl.

What about a run down the stores handling the Genoa brand of knives?

Any luck?

No. No luck so far. No?

If there is no connection between the Remington and Pomeroy cases, what do we

have?

A reconstructed crime, no evidence, and a, uh, a postcard with a cryptic

reminder. Psycho? I feel the rumblings.

All right, let's... let's go at it another way.

If the killer, for whatever reason, wanted to recreate a crime, he would

need detailed information on the evidence.

Genoa knives, for instance.

Now, where would he get it?

Police reports are not available to the general public.

Newspaper accounts, maybe.

Yeah, but they're usually pretty fragmentary on this kind of detail.

Here they are.

Ben, you take a run at that part of the problem.

Right.

Sure.

See if you can run down the kimono with the knives.

Now, the killer either had to lift them or purchase them somewhere.

The used clothing store, pawn shop, thrift shop, somewhere. OK.

Name is Sam Pally, harmless old wino. One of the HBD guys recognized him. Said

Pally spent half his life in the drunk tank.

But this was an execution, Steve.

Shot once in the back of the head.

Received the card just minutes before I got your call.

Looks like another encore.

Benny Fortuner, age 56.

Wino who doubled as an informant.

Executed by the Kahiki gang May 12th, exactly four years ago.

Incredible.

Found this on his lips.

Yeah, that's the Kahiki calling card, all right. Silver dollar.

Left there to warn anyone else to not open their mouth. Impossible to trace

then and now.

What kind of demented mind tries to recreate murders?

I don't know, Don. All I've got now are questions.

For instance, what's the motive?

Even a sick mind manufactures one, however twisted.

And why these particular...

kinds of crime so dissimilar.

What's the connection?

I just thought of something.

Do you remember that series of magazine articles about a year ago, each one

featuring a different homicide that Five-0 worked on?

Weren't the Remington and Fortuna cases included in that?

I think so.

They're right under our noses.

Didn't that series run for 20 weeks?

Steve, that means 20 different homicides, if that is a source.

Hey, if that's the source, we'd better move and move fast. Let's go.

Chin-ho.

Bung-soo.

You sell them?

You know how it is. Stuff passes through here.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Like the breeze.

Hoonie and... It's very important to me.

Maybe.

Yeah. Sold it to a Howley two months ago.

What this Howley look like?

Too long.

Young? Old?

A young guy, I think.

Well, think some more.

Was he tall, thin, short, fat, blonde, brunette?

I can't remember.

OK. But if you should remember anything, anything at all. I know.

I'd call you.

Hi, Harry.

Bet you're surprised to see me.

Half hour early.

Even made it before you.

I'm surprised, all right.

I'm surprised you even show your big mug back in here again.

I didn't do anything wrong. What did I do?

Yesterday, Eddie, remember?

Yesterday.

I had this place stacked up with customers, everyone wanting books, and I

couldn't find more than half of them. That's why I count on you, Eddie.

And this Mrs. Haynes gives me a call. Remember the book she was supposed to

pick up? She says you never even showed up. Now, how the hell do you explain

that?

Eddie, if you're in some kind of trouble... Trouble?

I'm not in any kind of trouble.

What made you say that, anyhow?

Is it drugs, Eddie? Are you on something?

Drugs? Only filth and scum put rotten things in their body. Is that what you

think I am, Harry?

Scum? No, no, no. Calm down, Eddie. Please, I'm just trying to find out

what's eating at you, that's all. If you don't want to talk about it, it's all

right. It's your business.

But let me tell you something.

Even though you got the best damn memory in the world, Eddie, it's no good to me

unless you show up. I got to have somebody to depend on.

And I'm going to give you one more chance, you understand?

Just one more.

I'll be gone for about an hour or so on some errands. Will you be all right

here?

We'll see you later.

Okay, gentlemen, what's the verdict?

Any of the remaining 18 homicides could be recreated. Some with more difficulty

than others, but with our boy's ingenuity... Well, there's nowhere to

predict when or how he'll strike.

He chooses his victims like you pick out meat at the supermarket.

The first two articles he used are of no help. He's not following any kind of

sequence that I can see. The Remington case was what?

Three years ago, the Fortuna Case 5.

The dates or case numbers the magazines gave them just don't line up. Even if we

could predict with any certainty the next replay, how could we go about

protecting the unlucky citizen?

Steve, let me have something.

Lab team came up with these near the body on Crater Road.

They were able to come up with several single good foot impressions near the

body. They matched the walking picture found nearby.

From the size of the impression, the apparent step length, Less than the

average 32 inches.

I'd say they belong to a man five foot seven.

Eight, maybe.

Yes, Jenny?

There's a man on the phone.

Wants to talk to Mr. Stephen McGarrett. Says he's the one who sent those

postcards.

There's been no mention in the press of the cards.

Put a trace on it. Hold him, Jenny. Hold him.

This is William. Put a trace on line three. Top priority.

Put him on, Jenny.

McGarrett.

Mr.

Mr.

McGarrett. Well, it's good. I mean, it's really good to talk to you.

I figure you've been wanting to talk to me, too.

I'm a pretty important guy in your life right now.

That's right, friend.

You tell me how important you are. I'd want to know.

You've got problems, Mr.

McGarrett. Big problems.

I mean, you're supposed to be the man.

Super cop.

But now super cop must be having a...

Don't know where to begin, huh?

Well, you're wrong, my friend. What did you say your name was?

I didn't say.

Well, we know a lot about you anyway.

It's just a matter of time.

What do you mean?

Well, we have a pretty good profile on you.

Uh, you're, uh, blond, about six feet, and you like to wear tennis

shoes, size 10. Am I right?

Oh, you ought to be able to do better than that.

Here, let me help. Want some facts? Get a pencil.

Got it.

Too late.

Hey, look.

Why the false rat?

Oh, it's just a ploy.

In his, uh, distorted way, he was issuing a challenge. If I, uh, challenge

him back and hit him with the truth, it might just feed his sickness. This way,

if he thinks he's winning, he might ease off or get careless.

Yes, Jenny.

It's him again.

Hold him back.

This is Williams.

Put the trace back on.

McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett.

Don't you think I know you'd try to trace that call?

Now, do you understand who you're dealing with?

Face it. I know more than you.

I'm smarter than you.

Oh.

Keep an eye on your mailbox.

Well, that wasn't much help, was it?

Mister.

Notice the mister?

Mister.

Yeah. Look at that.

Jenny, have you contacted Dr. Patrick?

Psychiatric clinic. I left a message there. Thank you.

Mister.

Get back in that store, Eddie.

Come on, get back!

Eddie, where are you going?

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie!

It's the end!

Didn't you see that red light back there?

Gee, I'm sorry.

May I see your driver's license, please?

Remember Officer Tanaka?

The Brian Tanaka case?

Yeah, built-in trap, Dono. All the psycho had to do was drive around, find

a cop, and break the law.

How's Jimmy Wong?

Just went into intensive care. Security's all set.

Dr. Ying, please.

Ying? Yes. McGarrett, 5-0.

What's his condition?

Extremely critical.

Severe trauma in internal organs.

Heavy blood loss.

Is there any chance of talking to him?

Not for several hours.

What's the prognosis, doctor?

The next hour is critical.

Right now, I'd have to say either way.

All right, thank you.

Nobody gets in that room.

Nobody without proper ID.

Yes, sir. Remember, if you have any problems, you have plenty of backup.

Right.

Let's see if you came up with any good lists.

Manoa General Hospital, may I help you?

No, sir. Dr. Ozeransky is not expected until 4 o'clock.

Red Blanket team to intensive care. Red Blanket to ICU.

Doctors Fairmont, E2, and Gibson to ICU.

Red Blanket team to intensive care.

Right way, please.

About 400 watt seconds for this one. He's got a thick chest.

Clear.

Let's have some lidocaine and be ready to shock again. He's not holding.

Okay, clear.

I think he's had the course.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.

Okay, let's quit.

Time?

7.15.

with... Face it, I know more than you.

I'm smarter than you.

Finished? Oh.

Keep an eye on... Well, Doctor?

Best I can do is off the top.

Anything you've got.

All right.

Desperate, paranoid, schizophrenic for openers.

It's all there, the loose associations,

illusions of grandeur, a lot of anger, hatred, of himself mostly.

You're just the object, a way to blow off steam.

And his victims, what are they?

Well, you're not gonna like this, but in my opinion, they're just pawns, agents

for his delusions.

Why the recreated crimes?

That's where you come in.

I think by...

duplicating the exact crimes that you and Five-0 solved and presumably getting

away with them, in his own mind, he triumphs over you.

Now, it's very important for him to deny his unconscious feelings of inferiority,

so... it's very important for him to beat what he feels is the best.

In the popular language of these articles, you and Five-0 are invincible.

You're heroes.

What do you think is behind this, uh...

This hang-up of his on the word mister.

Hard to say specifically.

You know, it's not uncommon for emotional problems to be expressed in

writing or speaking difficulties.

Most likely a conflict with a parent, guardian, some kind of authority figure.

You mentioned this chess game.

Okay, he's got his check so far. Do you think there's any chance that he'd

become satisfied and call the game off? I just can't say, Steve.

He could quit now, yeah, today.

Disappear into thin air.

But I wouldn't bet on it.

No, I think his anger runs very deep.

I wish I could be more optimistic.

So do I, Doctor. So do I.

Hi. Can I help you?

Help me?

What are you doing here? Who are you?

Sheila Young. I work here. Since when?

Today.

You don't work here. I work here.

Maybe you should speak with Mr. Beecham.

Mr. Beecham. Oh, yeah.

Let me talk to Mr.

Beecham. I certainly would like to talk to Mr.

Beecham. Eddie.

What's she doing here, Mr.

Beecham? I told you, Eddie, I need someone I can depend on.

I think I've been fair.

You can't just get rid of me.

I'm important. It's all up here, remember?

You need me.

I owe you from last week.

You're just like the rest.

I'll show you, Mr.

Beecham. I'll show all of you.

Eddie! Eddie!

Here, Steve.

I need your strength.

Oh, thanks, Dino.

We just re-interviewed every last one of those witnesses they came up with on

Smith Street. It's the same story. An older sedan is the best anybody can do.

Not even a partial license number. And nobody can agree on anything.

Some swear it was blue, others brown.

One old lady held out for a kind of a two-tone beige.

One guy said he saw the whole thing. Gave a complete detailed description on

how Jimmy Wong was shot.

But the car, the driver, blank city.

I'm beginning to think this guy is invincible.

No, Dono. He's not invincible.

He's just lucky.

Maybe he'll just disappear, like the lady shrink said.

Grab it, will you, Don?

Yes, Johnny.

It's him.

Better try to make it against the clock this time.

I've been feeling kind of sorry for you, you know?

Cause you must be hurtin' bad.

Real bad.

That cap I got?

He must have been like one of your own, huh?

Yeah, yeah, but you're gonna feel worse when you find out what I know.

No, you don't know nothin'. Oh, did you think you were invisible when you shot

off Zawah?

I know a bluff, Mr.

McGarrett. Don't try.

There's a lot more, my friend. You see, I never give up. Never.

Now, last time when we talked on the phone, I really went to work on you. I

know that nothing has gone right for you lately.

For instance, how many jobs have you held within the last year?

Answer me.

Hey, how did you know that?

How did you know...

I wasn't going to come here at all, but I thought it over, and you are entitled

to the money that I owe you.

Mr. Beecham.

He sent you to spy on me, huh?

Huh?

It won't do any good.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Anyway, here's your money and a couple of extra bucks to tide you over.

Because I'm smarter.

Yeah, here it is.

Mr. Meacham's gonna fit in just fine.

What do you mean, fit in?

6 a.m.

Just finishing up my rounds when I came across him lying there.

At first, I thought it was Mr. Cunningham, till I got a closer look.

Mr. Cunningham, he's the owner?

Yeah, uh, comes down here almost every weekend.

But that fella, the dead man, never seen him before, and I've been on this job

more than five years.

Were any of the boat owners down here the time you found the body?

Several. But they didn't know who it was either. May I have their names?

McGarrett to Williams. McGarrett to Williams.

Yes, Steve.

Another postcard just came in, Benno.

You got a man in his mid-60s bludgeoned to death at the art club?

I'm afraid so.

Benjamin Warfield, right?

Right. Any ID?

He's still a John Doe, but we've got more people to question.

All right, have Che take a set of prints off him right away, Dano.

There's something wrong this time.

There's something wrong.

Something there you want?

Yeah, I wanted to look at some beads.

Oh, sure.

Hi, may I help you?

Yeah, I want to buy a scarf for my girlfriend.

Any special kind?

Yeah, multicolored.

Is this what you had in mind?

Exactly what I had in mind.

Steve? Yeah, Dad. Got a positive ID on victim number four.

Name's Harold Beecham. Lived over on Mo'eelee-eelee Street.

Owned a used bookstore nearby.

That's a long way from the Yauk Habo.

Yeah, in more ways than one.

Feature, huh?

All right, let's run it down. In the first three cases, the victims were

selected on the basis of how closely they fit the historical cases. But in

this case,

our killer selected a used bookstore owner from O'Ili'ili. Why?

Why?

Why run the risk?

and the trouble of killing Beecham, moving his body, dressing it in yachting

clothes, when he could have killed any one of a number of boat owners who were

already at the marina. Now, here's something else. Very interesting.

Remember Mr. Benjamin Warfield?

Mister. Yeah. That's the first and only time he referred to a previous victim

that way, and it appears that he had trouble writing it. And maybe he had a

personal motive.

Yeah, that's what I'm getting at now. Maybe.

Maybe.

Now, Beecham was an older man.

Maybe he was one of those authority figures that Dr. Patrick mentioned.

It's worth a try. Let's take a breath.

McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.

Miss, uh... Young, Sheila Young.

You work here, Miss Young?

Yes, but if it's something about the story, you'll have to talk with Mr.

Beecham. He should be here by now.

I see.

Miss Young, uh, Mr. Beecham was murdered about 10 o'clock last night.

Oh, wow.

When was the last time you saw Mr. Beecham?

Late yesterday afternoon.

I left at exactly 5 o'clock, and he was still here.

Had you known him very long?

No, I just started working here.

But listen, this could have something to do with what happened yesterday.

A guy came in here, a guy named Eddie. He was acting... He acted real mad and

upset Mr. Beecham for the rest of the day.

Oh, what was it about? Do you know? Mr. Beecham fired him a few days ago.

He was acting so weird, like he couldn't accept it, you know?

Mr. Beecham offered him some money, and he just ran out real mad.

He fired him?

Yeah. This Eddie, do you know his full name?

Eddie Josephs. Eddie Josephs. I don't know where he lives, though.

Well, if he worked here, his address must be around someplace.

Do you mind if we look?

Weibo, open up.

Weibo, open up.

Dean.

Blueprint.

Remington, Fortuna, Tanaka, Warfield.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Call Chin. Find out what crime was featured in this issue and where.

Got an appointment?

No, uh, but look, look, look here. You can have all this.

Hmm?

Huh? Take it.

Put this on.

What's this?

Scarf.

Please.

Mr.

McGarrett. It's all over, Eddie boy.

Over?

Oh, no.

No. That means you win.

You can't...