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Maureen, listen to me.

Please listen to me.

Listen to me!

No! You've got to come back to me.

Please, I need you.

Don't touch me!

Listen to me!

Green.

Mr. Curtis.

Mr. Liu.

How are you, sir? Fine, thank you.

We're a little late. We can cut through the back to the courtroom.

Roger.

Yes, operator.

This is 555-2199.

Yes, I want 923-6291.

One moment, please.

All right.

That's the one.

Will you please continue, Mr. Manicote?

Yes, Your Honor. I call Mr. William Curtis to the stand.

Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help

you God?

I do.

State your name and address, please.

William Allen Curtis, 2400 Moala Plaza, Honolulu. Mr. Curtis.

You occupied the apartment immediately adjacent to that of the deceased,

Maureen Tillis. Is that correct?

Yes.

And on the day Mrs. Tillis was murdered, May 21st, were you at home?

Yes, from 3 o'clock on. I had played golf earlier in the day.

So you were at home at 5 p.m. The day we have heard the coroner testify was the

approximate time of the victim's death.

Yes.

Would you please tell this court precisely what you heard and saw at

around 5 p.m.?

Well, I had to settle down with a drink when I overheard some loud voices coming

from Mrs. Tillis' apartment.

It sounded like a terrible row.

Yes, go on.

Well, a few minutes went by, and the row got louder. And all of a sudden, it was

quiet. The fight ended just like that. And then?

Well, that lasted for a few moments.

And then I heard the door to the apartment of Mrs. Tillis open.

Naturally, I was curious.

So I looked out my window and I saw him rushing toward the street.

Is the man you saw in this courtroom?

Yes, sir.

It was him.

Let the record show that the witness has identified the defendant, Anthony

Tillis.

Your witness.

Mr. Cahoy, may I assume that your cross-examination of this witness

will... Take more than half an hour? I most certainly will, Your Honor.

Then I suggest we recess and take it up in the morning.

This court is adjourned till 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

We'll have a crack at him tomorrow, Tony. Don't worry.

It's good.

We're not gonna make it, Dad.

I'm gonna cop the plate. Cut that!

We will make it unless you fold.

For once in your life, show me some guts!

I'm guilty, remember?

How's it stack up?

You don't have to be a lawyer to answer that question, Hugh.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mr. Tillis?

Mr. Tillis?

Yes?

My name is Charles Aaron.

What can I do for you, Mr. Aarons?

Oh, it's what I can do for you that's important.

See, I've been following your son's trial, and it's apparent to me that he

needs help.

Excuse me, please.

I can get your son off to us.

What?

I have some information.

Well, what is it?

My home address is on the lower left-hand corner there.

Why don't you drop by this evening? We'll talk it over.

Now, wait a minute. Say about 8 o'clock.

Duke,

what have we got?

A graphology report on the Harrison extortion case.

What does it tell us? Just what we suspected.

Good.

Hey, Garrett.

Hey, Dano.

How's it going over there?

I think Manico's got this one in his hip pocket, Steve.

He was really good this morning.

He took the gas right out of Kehoe's argument that Maureen was killed by a

burglar. I wish I was there.

How long do you think you'll be tied up?

I can't say exactly.

Kehoe's reserved the right to recall me.

I think he's just blowing smoke.

The way things stand, the jury should be going home real soon.

Okay, keep me posted, Dano.

Right.

Can I get you something?

A drink?

No, no.

It's in that envelope.

There.

Telephone numbers?

That's right.

They're very special.

They belong to the enemy's star witness.

Curtis?

I don't see what these numbers have got to do with it. You've got private

detectives working on this thing, right?

Just get one of them to check out those numbers, and you'll find all you need to

do a job on the man.

My detectives want Ray to check Curtis out.

He's untouchable.

No one's untouchable.

Not if his name's in a computer somewhere.

That's why you need me, Tillis.

I can get your son off, and I'm the only one.

Your lawyer, what's his name?

Yeah,

well, he doesn't have a chance, and I think you know it.

Oh, I think he's done a good job so far. Now the DA's got it knocked, so let's

face it.

I mean, besides Curtis' testimony, there's the prior assault on Maureen by

his son, and there's the deposition she gave a week before she was killed,

swearing that Tony threatened to kill her unless she dropped divorce

proceedings. And furthermore... All right!

He wouldn't give her up!

I talked and I talked and I talked, but no, he wouldn't listen.

If he couldn't have her, then no!

You see, you do need me.

What's your price?

Tillis, I didn't think you'd be so crass.

But then...

Half a million. Half? You must be joking. 100,000 now.

The balance?

Payable.

Only if your son gets off.

What about payment?

I can't risk having this get back to me. No, no, no risk.

I'll arrange it so that nothing is traceable to you.

Go ahead. Take those numbers.

Check them out.

If they work, we'll talk.

How's that?

Mr. Curtis, how would you characterize your relationship with the deceased,

Maureen Tillis?

Relationship? I don't understand what you mean.

Acquaintances?

No, I hardly knew her.

We were casual neighbors.

Casual neighbors.

Were you ever inside Mrs. Tillis' apartment?

Never.

Are you sure of that?

I'm positive.

You're absolutely sure of that?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Curtis, did you make a long-distance telephone call to San Francisco

to Mr.

David Scott on May 20th of this year, the day before Maureen Tillis was

killed?

Yes, I did make a call to David about that time, but I can't be certain of the

day. Well, from where did you make that telephone call, Mr. Curtis?

From my apartment.

Are you absolutely sure of that, Mr. Curtis?

Why, yes.

Your Honor, I now introduce into evidence telephone company records

showing that the call in question was in fact made not from Mr.

Curtis's telephone, as he suggests, but from the apartment phone of the deceased

Maureen Tillis. Objection, Your Honor.

I hear your star witness blue is cool, John. Is it a knockout blue?

No, at least I don't think so. I've got Tillis nailed a couple of other ways.

But the telephone records did their damage, that's for sure.

Could there be a mistake or some kind of tampering?

We'll check in with the phone people now.

I figured Cahill would try to infer some kind of relationship between Curtis and

Maureen.

I warned him before the trial, but he assured me he hardly knew her.

I'd be glad to drive over there with you, if you think it'd do any good.

Well, it's worth a shot. You can't do any worse than I have.

Yeah? Mr. Arons?

Yeah?

I didn't see you in court this afternoon.

I just wanted to call to tell you we scored big today.

Oh, then you'll meet my terms.

Yes, but... Good.

All that's necessary for payment is for you to transfer your personal bank

account from Tidewater Federal to Oahu National.

I'll take care of the rest. Okay, but how did you know that my bank account

was... Tillis.

I've only got two days before court reconvenes.

And I've got a lot to do. Now, will you change that account?

Of course, but, uh...

Palmer.

Yeah.

He'll do nicely.

Gentlemen, I'm telling both of you, there has to be some kind of mistake

here.

We thought of that too, Mr. Curtis.

One of my men checked with the head of the telephone company's computer

division. He said that in all his years of working with the telephone company's

computers, he has never seen an error like that made.

Now, we can only work with the evidence we have.

I understand how you feel there's been a murder committed and that you might be

frightened.

But I need the truth, my friend.

Now, was there a relationship between you and Mrs. Tillis?

Relationship? There was no relationship.

And I'm tired of being accused.

We're not accusing you of anything.

If you'll just tell us why you made that phone call from her apartment, whatever

the reason, I might be able to deal with it in court.

As it stands now, your testimony has done us more harm than good.

But I have nothing to hide.

I told you the truth.

Now may I go?

All right.

But stay in town.

We may want to talk with you again.

Hey, Charlie.

At it again, eh, Charlie?

Oh, did you hear? We landed the rapid transit account.

We?

Who's we?

Come on, Charlie.

Oh, you must mean the company. Our great sugar daddy in the sky, huh? Look, this

one's gonna be a real challenge.

We've got new design problems.

And we're in on it from the ground floor.

So, well, you know the brass is gonna want you to handle it. You're the best.

I'm not interested.

Huh?

Your performance review's on Blanchard's desk right now. There's no way that

they're not going to approve it. Yeah, well, you can tell Blanchard to shove

that review.

And after that, if he wants some reading material, you can give him this.

Resignation? I'm through working my butt off when all I get's my ego stroked.

Happy rapid transit.

Mason's Department Store.

Here you go.

Thank you very much.

Yes, sir, may I help you?

Yes, please.

I ordered a bracelet yesterday.

The name's Slater. Brian Slater.

Is this the one?

This is it.

Do you have an account with us, sir?

No, no. I don't believe in credit card.

I'll pay cash.

Yes, sir?

Yes, I'd like to have something engraved.

The only problem is, I'm gonna need it right away.

Now we'll just add a little bracelet and stir.

What do we got then? Her name's Harriet Brigham, approximately age 50,

Caucasian. Doc says it happened about an hour ago.

This way.

She lived alone.

Manager says she was a widow.

Apparently quite wealthy.

By the look of it, I'd say she was surprised by a burglar.

Bedroom was ransacked.

The jewelry box is empty.

Key was still in her hand.

What can you tell us, Doc?

For now, possible strangulation.

Marks on her throat indicating rope or cord of some kind.

Tell you more later.

Well, now you see why HBD called us out.

You mean Maureen Tivins?

Yeah. All adds up. Rich woman, lives alone.

And Maureen Tillers lived right around the corner.

Yeah, could be.

Any witnesses?

Nothing much so far, but HPD's got men covering the apartments and

neighborhood. We found these under the body.

Get them over to Che at the lab.

Chen, Che Phuong lifted a print off their sunglasses.

Get it from him, take it over to HPD computer bank, see if they can get a

make on it.

Female victims, apartment houses. Got it.

Steve?

Got a match up on that print.

Palmer, Timothy J.

Also known as, you name it.

Six arrests for burglary, three for assault. One murder, two charged.

Dropped for lack of evidence.

Currently on parole.

His specialty seems to be apartment houses.

In favor of victims, wealthy women who live alone.

Got an address on him? Yeah, current from his parole officer. He rents a

bungalow on Black Point Road.

Well... Hi.

Frank, you're just in time.

For what?

Dino pickup change. Come on, Frank, I'll explain to you on the way.

Five-O, open up!

Open up!

Clean.

Coming out back, Steve.

Let's have a look around here.

Steve.

Take a look at this.

M.T.

Marine Tillis.

Shin, how's the stakeout going?

Well, nothing much, Steve.

Looks like Palmer doesn't hang around the house very much. Duke and Frank are

helping with an HPD backup unit.

They're out checking the neighborhood now.

We got an APB out on him and his car.

Good.

I traced that bracelet back to Mason's department store.

The computer records show that Maureen purchased one identical to it the day

before she was murdered.

I guess we got a new suspect.

Yeah.

Jenny? Yes, Steve? Get me a manicure.

This is going to make John stay.

So we know that the murders of the two women, Maureen Tillis and Harriet

Brigham, are linked, Your Honor.

Just how we're not certain as yet.

Sounds to me like you have the wrong man in jail.

Just a minute, Mr. Cahoy.

This Tim Palmer, I understand he's still at large?

Yes, sir. Your Honor, that's why I asked for this meeting.

We'd like to request a two-week continuance so that 5-0 can have an

opportunity to apprehend and question the suspect.

Your Honor, that jury out there has heard some mighty damaging evidence

against an innocent man.

Now, hold on, Joe.

When Palmer is apprehended and questioned, we may find we have a very

strong case against your client.

As Steve says, we don't know what's behind this yet.

I think we deserve a chance to find out. And I think that Tony Tillis has a right

to have this evidence heard right now. All right, gentlemen, all right.

Mr. Manicote.

I'm going to grant you a one week's continuance.

And if by the end of that week, Mr. McGarrett, you are unsuccessful, then

I'll order the trial continued.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, sir, may I help you? Yes, please.

I'd like to make a reservation to Los Angeles tomorrow afternoon.

Coach, say around 2 o'clock.

We have a flight out at 2.10 tomorrow, and I believe it's still open.

That'll be fine.

Let me check. Thank you.

Yes, sir, and the name, please.

That's Charles Ahrens, A-A-R-O-N-S.

Okay, Mr. Ahrens, you're confirmed on flight 56.

leaving Honolulu International at 2.10, arriving in L.A. around 10.20, and you

can pick up your ticket at the airport.

Thank you very much. Aloha.

McGarrett. Steve, this is Frank.

Still pretty quiet out here.

I'm beginning to wonder about this dude.

So am I, Frank. But hang in there a while longer, huh?

Right.

HPD report's just in.

No one in the neighborhood really knows Palmer very well. Apparently, he's not

too chummy.

A couple of people remember seeing him around the bungalow four, maybe five

days ago, but nothing since then.

That squares with Duke.

Bartender down in Kapahulu told him Palmer used to be quite a regular.

He hasn't seen him for a week.

I also checked with his parole officer. He said Palmer lost his job four months

ago. Well, maybe he couldn't hack it.

Got the itch. Maybe.

But that doesn't explain why he hasn't been in the bungalow for three days.

Tipped somehow?

Could be.

I just hope it isn't what I think it is.

All I know is that this trial is staring us in the face, so let's keep on it,

huh?

Jenny, give me a man of court again, please.

Who's Palmer?

Palmer?

So you've heard.

Joe Cahoy says that the police are looking for him for the murder of a

woman named Brigham and that a bracelet of Marines was found in his house.

So? Who is Palmer?

No one you knew, Tillis, and no one you will ever know.

So stop worrying. The police will never find him.

He's dead.

You killed him.

And the Brigham woman.

You killed her, too.

I don't know what you're so worked up about, but I'm gonna have another drink.

You didn't tell me you were gonna kill anyone!

He didn't ask.

Now get your hands off me! You think if I'd have known... Now you know!

What are you gonna do about it? Go to the police? Well, fine.

Be my guest.

Well, come on, Tillis. Come on.

Fish or cut bait!

You make me sick.

You and your moral indignation.

I didn't know you were gonna kill anyone.

Well, what about your son? You knew he was gonna kill someone. That's

different! Tony never deliberately... Tony is your son and not some flunky at

Tillis Electronics!

And that's the only difference, Mr. Tycoon!

Oh, I know you, Tillis. You're kind.

Guys like you have been using me for years, using my brain to make millions

of dollars and chalking it up to the miracle of a computer.

Well, Jack, I am your miracle.

I make guys like you.

Williams to McGarrett. Williams to McGarrett.

Yeah, McGarrett, Dano.

It's confirmed, Steve.

It's Palmer's car, and it looks like he was in a hurry. Any idea how long it's

been there?

The airport patrol made its last swing through about 12 hours ago.

Okay, start checking the airline passenger lists, all flights within that

period. Get Jen and Frank to help you.

10-4.

Thomas L. Pittman. That's got to be it. That's one of Palmer's aliases.

Okay, let's get on it. Thank you.

Steve, we missed him. His plane landed in L.A. 7.30 p.m. our time.

Oh, God.

That gives him seven hours on us.

For a guy like Palmer, it might as well be seven weeks.

Look at that, Mr. District... Attorney?

Don't tell me. Subpoena, right?

You're looking at the star witness for the defense.

The whole house is going to come crashing down tomorrow morning.

And in my gut, I was so sure about this.

Steve, the report just came in from LAPD. They've been working with the FBI.

Apparently Palmer didn't make any connecting flights, nor did he rent a

car. Of course, they can't be 100% sure. Needless to say, I've got some work to

do. I'll be in my office. See you in court.

There's one thing wrong with this, Daniel. What's that?

Palmer's been around, right?

Plenty of contact with the police, in and out of jail.

Now, he figures we're on to him, so what does he do? He hops a plane.

But he uses one of his old aliases to make the reservation.

Yeah, he could have flown under any name. Sure.

Maybe he just panicked, made a slip.

Could be, but it's a pretty dumb thing for an experienced gunner, isn't it?

Steve, check the crew on Palmer's flight.

No one can make a positive identification.

Not too surprising, though. Over 300 passengers.

That's a lot of faces.

Then the only way we know if Palmer was on that flight, if indeed we do know, is

by what the airline computer tells us.

Computer again.

Except the stewardess took a head count just before flight time and it checked

with the number of confirmed reservations.

Yeah? Shown by the computer.

Sure, it's a full flight.

But the empty seats could have been filled by standby.

Palmer a no-show?

Doesn't figure.

Maybe not, Dan.

Maybe not, but here's how I see it.

If you think about it, every bit of evidence that we've uncovered so far has

somehow been related to a computer.

The airline's reservation, bracelet traced back to the Mason department

store, and Curtis, the eyewitness, discredited on the stand by the computer

records of the telephone company.

You know, Curtis is still insisting he was never in Maureen's apartment.

Well, maybe he wasn't, Dano.

Are you saying that maybe somebody tampered with the telephone company's

computer and all those other computers as well?

Right now, I'm not sure of anything. What I am saying is that there's

something very strange about this whole thing.

Wait a minute. What about that fingerprint? Homer's fingerprint on the

sunglasses we found in the apartment.

Now, that wasn't made by a computer.

Right.

But once we got the print, how did we get the ID?

You mean the HPD computer? Yeah.

But how would it be possible for somebody to gain access to all those

computers, let alone tap them? I don't know, but that's what I'm going to find

out. Let's go.

Okay, Larry.

Is it possible that someone outside the department could tap into this computer?

No way.

Unless he knew how to program through our security codes.

That'd take a real expert, someone with specialized knowledge.

Well, let's say for the moment that such an individual exists.

Well, then all he'd need is a terminal, a telephone.

An acoustic coupler.

Then he'd simply dial up the computer center.

The call would come in here, punch up the proper sequence to get by security,

and he's in. But I want to emphasize, with the security system we have here,

what you're suggesting is, well, I won't say impossible, but damn unlikely.

But even this computer isn't fail-safe. No, not given the present state of the

art. Okay, back to the expert. Who is the most likely candidate?

The only possibility would be someone who had a hand in the design of the

computer software.

The basic system, set of programs that allows the beast to do its work. This

particular computer was manufactured and designed by World Business Machines.

World Business Machines. They're one of the largest, right?

Right. They design systems for many major companies and government agencies.

Thank you, lad. Appreciate it. Anytime.

Yes, we designed the systems for all those companies, both software and

hardware. How many people were involved in the design phase of those contracts?

Quite a few. I'd have to check.

Can you get a list of those people to us as soon as possible? It's urgent.

Certainly. It's hard to believe. One of our own people manipulating records.

This is the kind of horror story I'm always afraid of. And this time the

horror story may include murder.

Let's go.

You'll get that list within the hour.

That list he was talking about is too long. We're going to have trouble making

that trial deadline.

That's why we're going to have to go at it from the other end.

Hugh Tillis? Yeah.

He's the man. He fits. He's a high roller with a big stake and the ability

to pay.

I've heard of tampering in court cases before, but this takes a trophy.

For openers, check out Tillis' bank accounts, business and personal.

See if he's made any sizable withdrawals recently.

I checked Tilly's accounts.

He hasn't made any sizable withdrawals since way before the trial started.

But the day after William Curtis testified, he transferred his personal

account from Tidewater Federal to Oahu National.

And Tidewater Federal's computer system? Not designed by World Business Machines.

And Oahu National? Right.

Oh, boy.

Very neat. And difficult to trace.

Yeah.

But without those records, Ole really got his air.

theories, suppositions, and a mythical computer freak we think might be

involved in a conspiracy with Hugh Tillis.

John, I think we're going to need a search warrant.

Well, there's precedent for that sort of thing.

Warrants have been issued to go into computers before, but... Yeah, I know.

I don't like it either, but the bottom line is, are we ready to invade a man's

privacy based on the information we've got?

Steve, I think we have to.

Not only are we faced with the possibility that a murderer is going to

be set free, but there's another killer out there. And if our computer analyst

slides by this one, it could juice him up to something even worse.

Get me that wand.

What if we're wrong?

Then we take the heat.

Mr. Bowman? Mr. Howell, what may I do for you?

Well, this is a warrant, and plan Y50 to examine all computer records associated

with the account of U.M. Tillis.

It's a new account.

Yes, I know.

A very large one. I opened it myself.

Computer records?

It's very unusual.

Judge Harding, the issuing judge, says if you have any question to call him.

No, no, no, not at all. Come with me. I'll see that you get them right away.

Only one transaction recorded.

Yeah, but I think it's the one.

Now, this account number's shown here, 33564.

Could you find out who it belongs to?

Sure, just a second. Well, thank you.

Williams.

Right.

Steve.

Thanks, Jane.

Peter, the day after Tillis opened his account, $100,000 was transferred to the

personal account of a Charles Ahrens.

Charles Ahrens. Let's see if we've got ourselves a computer analyst.

Ah.

Are you ready to proceed, Mr. Manicote?

Yes, I am, Your Honor.

I call Charles Ahrens to the stand.

He's going to tell it all, Mr. Tillis.

Okay, now.

You know, all we can expect from a computer's information is just a piece

of hardware.

No values, no sense of morality.

But our society is concerned with people.

People. And we expect much more from them.

Much more.