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Thank you.

Come in.

I think you'd better get Randolph up here, Leland.

Congratulations. For what?

The International Montaigne Society Man of the Year Award.

Since you couldn't attend the banquet, they sent the plaque over.

I signed for it. I hope you didn't mind.

No, I don't mind.

We don't even have to subscribe to their magazine, huh? No.

Put it over there, will you, please?

Randolph might have some explanation for what happened.

Use the phone there, please. Yes, sir.

Oh, my God.

Call an ambulance. Get the fire department.

Here at Iolani Palace, a bomb has exploded in the office of Steve

McGarrett, the head of the Hawaii State Police Agency.

McGarrett was in the office at the time of the explosion.

So was Officer Leland Opaha of the Honolulu Police Department.

That's 5-0 agent Dan Williams accompanying a body being brought out

from the blast scene. Mr. Williams, what happened in there? Can't talk now, Bob,

please. Well, how did the bomb get in there?

Later, please.

Is that McGarrett?

Well, clearly there are a number of questions that we're not going to get

answers to at this time. Perhaps if we can move the camera straight in here, we

can take a look at the bomb blast damage. Sorry.

No.

Well, for right now, it looks as though that's all we're going to get here at

Iolani Palace.

We'll stay on the scene if there are further developments.

Spare my blushes.

That's a mind blower. He really killed McGarrett.

As you've just seen on the telly, your common enemy, Stephen McGarrett, is no

more. We can now get on with the reason that brought me to Honolulu in the first

place. Yeah?

Let's hear about that.

How are you gonna make us all rich?

The method, Mr. Tanaka, is expansion.

Tony, the exhibit, if you'll be so kind.

Gentlemen, another drink. Tea?

These, of course, are your present areas of operation.

But be good enough to observe, gentlemen, these areas where none of you

have, shall we say, jurisdiction.

Yet there are shops here, hotels, restaurants, businesses, and money.

Money for the taking.

All that's required is enterprise, imagination, new leadership.

Now, if you will trust me...

I can guarantee that we will... We?

You dealing yourself in, pal?

Not in my game, you're not.

Mr. Muir, S.N. Savage seeks no part of any man's existing claims in these

islands.

May one humbly ask, my friend, what do you propose to do for yourself in these

matters?

Thirty-five percent.

of all profits derived from any new enterprises I'm able to develop in your

various territories.

And one wouldn't call that greedy, I shouldn't think.

It's worth talking about.

Bravo, Mr. Kim.

Let's talk about it.

Tony.

Pretty, wouldn't you say?

And so simple.

In the twinkling of an eye...

I've almost doubled your territories and your take-home pay.

Rather impressive, huh?

And that's just Oahu.

We can do the same thing on Maui, the big island of Hawaii.

Excuse me.

Yes, can I help you?

Oh.

One moment.

Mr. Mir, it's for you.

Right now?

Thanks.

Dude that works for me says to turn on the TV.

That the man killed in the explosion here at Iolani Palace today was Officer

Leland Opaha of the Honolulu Police Department.

Steve McGarrett, who was in the office at the time of the explosion, has

escaped serious injury. He is being treated for superficial burns.

It's also been learned that the explosive device...

Put one foot in my territory and I'll cut your legs off.

That man is clearly no respecter of the graphic arts.

Mr. Sigmier is a problem, Tony.

Steve.

How's it going?

Oh, not too bad, thank God.

A few burns, they took a chunk of tin out of his arm.

He'll be okay.

What have you got?

Probably what you've already guessed.

There isn't any international montane society.

What about that plaque? Have you got a line on it?

We're working on it. It's not easy. Nothing left but a handful of splinters.

Somebody had to make that plaque, Dano.

Maybe send it to another place to be hollowed out, and probably to a third

person to be armed.

Somebody's given an awful lot of thought to my murder, Tano.

Yeah. Probably still thinking about it.

Yeah.

Question is, who?

Doesn't smell to me like local town, Steve.

Maybe not, but M.O. is still a bomb.

You can wrap it in any kind of fancy package you want, and it still ends up a

bomb.

Let's run a sweep on any bombers we have in the computer.

A list of all bombing M.O.s, Steve.

Bernstein, Kealoha, Frank, Chang, Taylor, Griffith, Matsuda, Nodella,

Lowen, Nip, Meir.

Yeah. Fat Sig Meir could be a possibility.

Isn't this a little fancy for Sig? His usual M.O. would be to throw a ton of

TNT through your window.

Maybe he's associating with a classier bunch of cats these days, Stanley. Let's

bring him in and see what he knows.

Okay. Take care of yourself, Steve. Thanks.

5-0.

What's the matter?

Please, come this way.

It happened about ten minutes ago.

Do sit down.

I'm so glad you could come.

Now, shall we resume our business?

Anything new on the Sigmir hit?

No, the bullet is still in ballistics.

I don't suppose you get anything useful out of his people, huh?

Oh, the usual pattern, Steve.

The boss is killed, everybody else heads for the high grass.

Nobody's willing to risk their health by talking to the fuzz.

I say we just color it routine gangland slang, type 6B.

Maybe, Dano, maybe not. Somehow I can't get over the feeling that there is some

connection between that and this.

You mean a gut feeling?

No, a ringing in my ears and something you said.

What's that?

You said it didn't look like local talent, remember?

Yeah. So?

Offhand.

Can you think of any local talent with the guts to take on Sigmir?

No. Neither can I.

It's not much to go on, but I want to push it. If there's anybody new in town,

I want to know who it is.

Okay, we'll push it.

Whoever he is, he sure knew how to wreck an office.

Yeah.

Thank you, Kim.

Look, Savage, let me lay it on you for all of us.

All your maps and all your colors and all your fancy talk don't mean a thing

while McGarrett's still on the bricks.

You got an okay out of us by promising to waste McGarrett.

Buddy, nothing's happening.

Mr. Kim, I'm sure you won't disagree with me when I point out that every

commonplace way to eradicate McGarrett has been attempted and none has

succeeded.

Additionally, I'm informed that McGarrett is currently being guarded by

a force roughly the equivalent to a brigade of the Coldstream Guards. That's

because you blew your first one, baby.

Maybe that slob Sigmir was right.

Under the circumstances, I doubt if he'd agree with you.

Mr. Kim, I have been looking into the matter, and I can assure you there is

only one reliable way to kill McGarrett, and that is to take him completely by

surprise.

To do that, we must put him off his guard.

The moment he believes himself secure from attack, the moment he allows

himself a second's relaxation, that is the moment I'm planning to achieve.

When will that be?

At precisely the proper point in time.

No sooner, no later.

Meanwhile, we'll get our little joint venture underway.

It was a travel agency in Waikiki, Steve.

Luckily, the premises were vacant at the time of the explosion, but there were no

casualties. It will be next time.

They won't need a next time.

That was a formal announcement, gentlemen. Somebody saying, okay, you

fat cats who run the Waikiki hotels, nightclubs and restaurants, now it's

your turn.

Pay up or get blown up. And they'll pay up!

And shut up.

Unless we can find ourselves a hero who's willing to risk his hotel lobby to

tell us who's trying to move into Waikiki.

Yeah, yeah, let's find us that hero.

Let's find one.

Talk to every hotel manager, every restaurant owner, every shopkeeper along

the beach. Find me one person, just one person with enough guts, with enough

moral courage to stand up to these slimy shakedown artists.

Let me have the name and address again, please.

Marnie Howard.

Kapiolani Galleries. Yes.

427.

Got it.

Thank you.

Struck out, Steve.

Not a single hero from the yacht harbor to the aquarium.

What would you say to a heroine, huh?

Ken, let's go.

Anybody home?

May I help you?

Miss Howard?

Is it Miss?

It's both.

Howard and Miss.

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

My associate, Annie Williams.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

You're here because of my telephone call this morning.

I must say you're very prompt.

You reported an extortion attempt. That's very important to us.

Now, what can you tell us? What would you like to know?

Did this person identify himself?

No. Did he indicate that he was working for someone else? I know what you're

thinking. Was he a crank caller?

No, I don't think he was.

He kept saying things like, they want you to do this, they told me to tell

you, etc.

What did they tell him to tell you?

To have the money ready by tomorrow afternoon.

How much money?

$2,500.

That was to be the first payment.

Meaning many more payments, including larger ones.

I took it to mean that.

And when the money was ready, then what?

I was to wait for further instructions.

Miss Howard, were any threats made against your person or your property?

Yes, against both.

If I failed to comply with the instructions, he said my shop would be

damaged. And if I continued to refuse, I would be damaged.

The implication was the damage would be severe.

Can I tell you anything else?

Yeah.

Weren't you frightened?

Mr. McGarrett, I bought my shop from a Mr. Kalahai hardly three months ago.

I've put all my savings into it.

I can't afford to be frightened.

That's why I called the police.

I wish some of our local merchants could meet you.

Miss Howard, would you be willing to help us to testify if necessary, even

though there's some danger involved?

Again, it's a question of economics.

Of course I'll help.

What would you like me to do?

When you hear from him, call me immediately.

I admire you.

Thank you.

Let's go, Dano.

Got something for me, Yosh?

Could be.

I hear you've been asking around about cig mares.

That's what I've been hearing.

So?

So he went to a meeting, a big meeting last week. Maybe two, maybe three.

Who did he meet?

Oh, there were four of them beside him. There was Tanaka,

Kim the Korean, Lin Choi, and... And?

And somebody else.

Who else?

I couldn't get his name. He's not from here. He's not local.

He's a stranger.

And he brought an arm with him.

You mean he's not from these islands?

No, he's some kind of European with muscle. That's what I hear around the

street.

Well, thanks.

Buy yourself some peanuts.

Oh, fine. Thank you.

How'd you make out, Donald?

I ran a routine on her, as you have to.

She's who you say she is.

Facts are, completely.

Strictly legit.

Bought the business about three months ago.

Good. Let's hope she hangs in there.

Steve, I just met with my man.

The pipeline has it there was a meeting three times last week.

Sigmir, Lin Choi, Tanaka, and Kim, the Korean.

Who did they meet with?

Stranger. European.

With muscle.

That makes it a tough one, Frank. Thousands of visitors to these islands

are European. We sure can't question them all just because one of your

sources said he had a meeting three times last week.

Along with four of our biggest cats?

Well, it's just possible the new cat is in town trying to move in and take over.

He could be European.

Let's see if we can find out who he is. Contact Interpol.

OK.

Yes, Jenny?

Miss Howard?

They contacted you when?

Did he identify himself?

What did he tell you to do?

I see.

3 o'clock tomorrow.

Very well.

Now, Miss Howard, I want you to listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I

say.

Yes.

Yes. I understand.

Coming out of a garret. Coming out of a garret.

The garret.

Miss Howard's been taken to Queens Hospital.

She was beaten up in her gallery.

Assailant unknown.

Okay. We'll head for the hospital.

And then he started smashing and breaking things.

And I tried to run and he followed me.

And I thought he was...

It's gonna kill me.

Was it the same man who approached you before?

Yes.

I don't understand.

I told them I was willing to pay.

You must have overheard your phone call to 5-0.

I guess I'm not very good at trapping criminals, am I?

You did fine, Miss Howard, fine.

If there's anyone to blame, it's me.

There's a call for you, Mr. McGarrett. I had it transferred in here. Thank you.

Who's this?

Mr. McGarrett, this is just a small example of what happens when a client of

ours goes to the authorities.

Keep it in mind.

I'd like to station some men here, Miss Howard.

You're still taking all the blame for what happened, aren't you?

I don't have any choice.

But I don't blame you.

Thank you. That helps some.

At least you look like you came through it all right.

I got off a lot better than you did.

Well, having bombs thrown at you when you're a cop comes with the territory,

but not when you're running an art gallery.

Miss Howard, do you mind if we station some people here?

Could you call me Marnie?

Very well.

Do you mind if I assign someone here?

If I don't open up the art gallery again... then they've no reason to

demand protection money from me, do they?

Then you intend to keep the gallery closed?

I intend to stay very close to home... and not to open my door to any

strangers. Good.

Good, but promise me one thing, Miss Howard, please.

If you'll call me Monny.

All right.

If... if you feel that you've been threatened in any way, if you even get

that impression, please telephone me immediately.

You mean any time?

Day or night?

Any time.

Day or night.

Even around 7.30 in the evening?

When I feel threatened, it's usually around dinner time.

I can't think why.

Perhaps it's because dining alone usually carries with it the threat of

spending the rest of the evening alone.

That's an interesting condition. Just around dinner time, huh?

Yes.

Especially on Mondays.

All right.

In that case, suppose I call for you on Monday, about seven, just so you won't

feel threatened.

That could be comforting.

Is it Steve?

Yes, it's Steve.

Stephen Aloysius, but don't tell the soul.

The name, Yosh.

What's the name?

My friend said there's a singer in it.

A wind singer or a lump singer or some kind of name like that.

Does your friend know who this man is?

He's from the mainland.

He's important.

Important? In what way?

He's a hitman, a killer for hire.

Very expensive and very accurate.

Does your friend know who hired this gun?

No.

Well, can you tell me where he is now, or can anyone point him out to me?

I could perhaps purchase that information.

Do it.

The seller would like to know what I intend to use to make my purchase.

Bensinger. Hugh Bensinger.

He's suspected, but it can't be proved, of being the major hitman in 18 gangland

killings over the last seven years.

Eighteen?

Is he syndicate?

No, he's the last of the independent operators.

The Bureau thinks he's responsible for the death of Meyer Stronsky.

He was paid 50 big ones for it by Whitey Doyle.

Sounds like somebody hired a gun for you.

Yeah.

And your man is going to finger him?

He says so.

All right, get on it fast, Frank.

Find him, tail him, and don't let him out of your sight.

Gotcha.

It seemed a good idea to get out of the country for a while.

Only we never went back.

My father died in Indonesia six years ago.

And my mother's married to a sheep rancher in New Zealand.

Thank you. And when did you come to the islands?

Oh, about a year and a half ago.

Are you going to ask me to sign that statement?

Have I been interrogating you? I'm sorry.

I guess it's habit.

I guess you're right.

A cop is a cop is a cop.

Are you going to have a drink or are you just going to sit there?

I'm just going to sit here.

Relax, brother.

I'll bet you you're a... Capricorn.

Now, how did you know that?

Well, you seem so well organized.

A man of strict habits.

Which habits are you talking about?

The good ones or the bad ones?

I'm sure Mr. Steve McGarrett doesn't have any bad habits.

I don't know who you've been talking to about me, but I'd sure like to thank

him. But you're a very famous man in Honolulu.

Everybody knows about you.

I know some who wish they didn't.

But you do need a very regular life.

You probably get up around 7, and I bet you jog three times around the

block by 7.30.

If you're asking about my schedule...

I get up at five.

I usually jog in the park three times a week. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

See? Regular habits.

Now, wait a minute. You said strict habits, not regular ones. And I said I

usually jog.

Big difference.

Well, when don't you go?

The day I usually get a haircut.

When's that?

You gonna ask me to sign this statement, Miss Howard?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

I'm glad you liked it. It's one of my favorites.

You know, you're not the way I thought you'd be at all.

What way was I?

Well, the way everyone describes you.

I didn't know everyone described me.

Would you care for a drink?

No, thanks.

Oh, yes.

McGarrett the loner.

McGarrett the man who's made of iron or ice.

McGarrett the man who never eats.

sleeps or lives anywhere.

Sounds like some kind of robot.

Yes, exactly.

A robot who lives and breathes police work, who doesn't do anything else,

doesn't relax, doesn't play, doesn't... Doesn't what?

Doesn't... What was that?

Chin. Everything all right?

Everything's cool, Steve.

Thank you.

Sorry.

They seem to follow you everywhere.

Doesn't it bother you?

Only at times like this.

I'm afraid privacy's gonna be a little hard to come by until we nail who's ever

been trying to kill me.

I'm also afraid that we have to call it a night.

Thank you for a very pleasant evening.

What time is it?

Almost midnight.

Will you turn into a pumpkin?

No, just a sleepy cub.

Can we do it again, Steve?

Anytime.

You mean me and my shadow?

Yes, you and your shadow.

All right, you better take off, Josh.

The one on the right is Bensinger.

The other dude must be our mysterious European.

Okay.

Put it on a photo fax. Get it off to Interpol.

Tell them we want identification.

Top priority.

Right away.

This a picture of you?

Well, it's not a very good one, is it?

Look here. Who are you, anyway?

McGarrett. Hawaii Five-0.

Is this one any better?

Now, who in the world is that?

That is a picture of one S.N. Savage.

Kingpin of all of London's gambling, prostitution and dope.

It's also a picture of you.

You're awfully flattering, but I'm afraid it's not. You must have the wrong

house. You see, my name is Dempster.

I'm a real estate developer.

I'm here on vacation in your beautiful state.

You are one of the top ten crime figures on Interpol's wanted list.

You're here in Honolulu for the purpose of taking over the organized rackets in

the state, and I've got you to thank for this.

There really must be some mistake.

What did you say your name was again? McGarrett?

Are you by any chance with the Chamber of Commerce?

State Police, Mr. Savage.

Savage,

when I put this case together, I'm gonna nail you for murder, for attempted

murder, and for extortion.

Now, you may have come here to kill me, but you're gonna end up in Oahu State

Prison for good.

That's a promise.

Just so I'll recognize you in case I see you again.

Fair warning, Mr. Savage.

Dempster.

You can come out now.

Forceful sort of chap. You're McGarrett, isn't he?

And very smart, too. I told you.

I think it's time to finish this off, once and for all.

You sure we're right about her, Steve?

She asks too many questions.

What's so interesting about when and where I jog or get a haircut?

Better put a tag on it, then.

Central, McGarrett.

Patch me through to Frank Kamana.

From what we found out about Savage, it's his style all the way.

A two-part operation.

get me off guard, then move in with the heavy artillery when I'm not expecting

it. And now he's starting over.

Rocky Miss Howard's gallery was just part one. Yeah, and Hugh Bensinger's

part two. I bet the three of them are plotting right now when and where to hit

me.

Steve, it's just a theory.

Not enough to move on.

How can we develop it so we can collar them?

Donna, once he gets a bead on my head from some second-story window, it no

longer is theory.

Let's get on it. I'm changing the watch now.

Central, patch me through to McGarrett.

McGarrett. Steve, she's just leaving HPD.

She picked up a permit to carry a gun.

Okay, Frank.

Stay with her. Let me know when she hits a gunshot.

Right.

She went into the gun shop on Bethel Street.

The one on the Mackay side?

Right. Got it.

For protection, right?

Yes.

We live in a very unhappy world here, lady.

Why don't you fill this up?

Excuse me one moment, please. Of course.

Hello, gun shop.

This is Steve McGarrett of Hawaii Five-0. You have a customer in there

right now who wants to buy a gun.

Yes, a Miss Monty Howard.

Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully and follow my instructions.

This is where he jogs, Bensinger, three times a week, early.

What day is my love?

Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Should be no problem.

I'll find a cozy spot where I can get a good, clean shot.

A bit of action at last. It's bound to please my somewhat motley assortment of

associates.

Well, shall we say Wednesday?

Wednesday it is.

Tony? Kapiolani Park, Rose Garden.

Right where you jogged. Your shoe looks like they're setting you up. Yeah.

Stay on him, Chen. You too, Frank.

He's wondering what's keeping you, Steve.

Keeps looking at his watch.

Somebody gave him a bum steer, Chin. I don't jog on Wednesday.

So much for their intelligence.

I wonder.

Maybe he's supposed to have the wrong day.

Huh?

Let's wait and see.

It's not getting any clearer, Steve.

Where would they knock off their own hit man?

I could be wrong, gentlemen.

I said Miss Howard was step one.

Bensinger's step two.

It could be just the other way around.

You mean he was a decoy and she's the heavy artillery?

Yeah.

If the man who's supposed to hit me gets wasted before the job is done, I could

feel very secure for a while, wouldn't you say?

Secure enough to go out without a bodyguard.

Oh, it's possible that the whole thing had been planned that way.

McGarrett.

Yes, Marnie?

Steve?

Did you put someone at my house after all?

Because there's a man out there.

I saw him just a minute ago.

No, Marnie, no one from this office is there.

Very well.

I'll be out.

Okay.

She used the heavy artillery.

Too bad.

Let's go.

Monty?

Monty?

Monty?

Nothing special about me.

It's these custom blanks your gun was loaded with.

Blanks? That's right. I telephoned the store owner while you were buying this

gun.

Oh, Marnie.

I was really hoping I was wrong.

Well, what are you going to do?

It depends on you. You're in a lot of trouble, honey.

I could hold you for the attempted murder of a police official, and I can

show probable cause that you were an accessory to the murders of Hugh

Bensinger and Siegmeyer.

You could go to prison until you're a very old lady.

Unless you decide to cooperate.

Cooperate?

How? By doing whatever it was Savage told you to do.

after you'd killed me.

Hello?

I did it.

Is he dead?

Yes, he is.

How absolutely marvelous.

Now, remember what to do, dear girl.

Ring through to the police and tell them you have just killed McGarrett.

Because you thought he was a prowler...

who was going to do you harm.

That's a good girl.

There, you see?

The population of these islands has just been reduced by the 900 lives of Steve

McGarrett.

Chin, are they still there?

Still there, Steve.

All of them? Right.

Okay, we're only a few minutes away when we pass falling behind with HPD.

Gentlemen, a toast to our future...

Enterprises. All right.

You're okay, Savage.

We're all going to be okay.

Back up! Get back in the room!

Get back in the room!

My apologies, gentlemen.

Still think we got the wrong house?

There's a warrant.

Tell me, McGarrett, are your other 899 lives as indestructible as

this one? You'd better believe it. Book them, Dino. Murder one, two counts, and

all the rest is accessories for openness.

Let's go.