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Thank you.

What does it look like, Duke?

Homicide, Danny. Somebody doing some off-season target shooting.

Who's the victim?

Chun Hong, head of the Sino-Hawaii Trust Company.

Chun Hong?

I heard of him. Real big apple, all the way from Honolulu to Hong Kong.

Yeah. This is Captain Andrews. He'll give you the details.

Officer Williams and Kelly, 5-0.

What can you tell us, Captain?

First I knew was a yell from one of the crewmen.

I ran forward, saw Chun Hong lying there on the deck.

Steel jacket.

Rifle ammo, huh?

Yeah. Came from a distance.

Duke, get that slug down to Che.

Anything else you found?

Right.

Captain, we need a statement from you and your crew.

Maybe it doesn't mean anything, but it was funny.

What was?

We were headed for Suva, the Fijis. The old man was thinking of opening a new

branch there.

We were supposed to be gone a month.

What happened?

The old man got a message, ordered me to turn around, head back to Honolulu.

He acted upset.

You got a copy of that message?

It was on the radio telephone.

No written record, just the date and time in the log.

And he gave you no explanation for changing orders, huh?

Chen Hong was like that, real close-mouthed. Were there any guests on

board? No, just the owner and the crew.

Danny? Yeah?

Medical examiner wants to know if we released the body. Okay.

If HPD has all the photos they need and the exact position on the deck.

And Don, make sure you get the precise angle of entry of the bullet so we can

tell what direction it came from.

Okay, fellas.

Well, the late Chun-Hung had an impressive list of accomplishments,

didn't he?

President of a trust company, chairman of a youth foundation, civic clubs,

business interests all over the Pacific.

Chun Hung was a sharp operator, but he had a good reputation, a man of his

word. I know. I play handball with Arnold Hubbard, his executive assistant.

Arnold said if ever a man's word was his bond, it was Chun Hung's.

Got a minute? Yeah. What do you got, Che?

I'd like to show you something.

Our witnesses all said a big jet was passing over the yacht just as Chun Hong

fell. That was at 8.05.

Could have been timed that way so the jet noise would cover the shot.

Which would place her right here.

The captain said he was on a 293-degree heading in the entrance channel.

Now, from the body position on deck and the angle of entry of the bullet, that

shot should have come from this angle.

And at a slight elevation.

I'd say this tower.

It's that old World War II machine gun tower on Sand Island.

Almost half a mile.

Something else, Steve.

Steel-jacketed slug. Special ammo.

Or a high-powered sniper rifle.

To fire precisely on target at half a mile, it's like aiming at a fly across a

banquet hall and hitting it.

So, uh, who could do it?

Well, armed forces gave special training to some long-range sniper specialists

for duty in Asia, fire accurately up to 1,000 yards.

Half mile is 880. There's a possibility there.

Maybe Sink Pack can dig out their records. They should have a special

file.

Yeah, Frank, get on it. See if any of those specialists have been discharged,

and if so, where they are.

Gentlemen, let's take a look at that tower.

Well, that's it.

Booked by the U.S. government.

Perfect setup.

All right, gentlemen.

Take a look around.

Look for a spent cartridge or tire tracks, anything you might give us a

lead.

Let's go.

Look at this.

Chocolate milk, still moist.

Looks like a kid's footprint.

I thought we were looking for an expert.

We are, Dana, we are.

Only an expert could have hit his target at that range.

But a kid might have seen something, and we'd have a witness.

Crazy. Million to one shot, but better than none.

Get a picture of that footprint.

Right.

Wait a minute. Hold it.

Huh. This might help.

Dust this, Dono.

Five-oh, coming on.

Yeah.

Good shot, Steve.

I suppose I was as close to Chung Hong as anyone.

And that wasn't close at all.

That would explain how you could come here today, huh?

On the day the old man is murdered?

Yeah, it would. Also explain why I can't be any more help.

How do you mean?

Well, you'd expect Arnold Hubbard, executive assistant, to know something

about Chung Hong's private business, right?

With that title, yeah.

Steve, I don't know anything.

Only the routine stuff that came across my desk. Anything for the public record.

how any one man could be that closed mouth.

You're served.

How would you explain it, Arnold?

Why wouldn't the old man trust you as executive assistant?

Was there something he was into that he didn't want you or anyone else to know

about?

Well, I, uh... I'll be honest, I had my suspicions.

How could I help having them?

Nothing tangible, huh?

That, uh... That public benefactor image of his.

How could a man who liked money as much as Chung Hong did...

Give so much of it away.

And especially to that youth foundation of his.

He didn't even like kids.

Unless he was trying to fool the public because he had something to hide. Oh,

no, wait.

I tried to call you.

I heard the news.

I was shocked.

Yes, we all were.

What happens to the youth foundation now?

That's no problem.

Chun Hong created a perpetual trust fund to support us.

Oh, God, that's really... This is Steve McGarrett, Francis Jai. How do you do?

This is Steve McGarrett.

Right. I'm surprised you haven't met Francis in some courtroom.

She is a lady mouthpiece.

I'm impressed.

There's a difference between us, Mr. McGarrett.

You put them in jail and I try to get them out. Oh, that may not always be the

right solution. Yeah.

Francis is with the Public Defender's Office.

Juvenile Division.

You know, where crime is supposed to start.

Then you're in a position to stop it, eh?

Children can't be treated as criminals, Mr. McGarrett.

That's what turned them to crime.

And locking them up is no solution.

It is time we learned that. Our only hope is...

Should I fix it for her? We sometimes call Frances Miss Perpetual Motion.

If she'd stand still for two minutes, she might find I agree with her about

locking kids up.

Arnold?

What time was it?

About 8 o'clock.

Danny?

This is Rosalie Kaala. Hello. She says the milk and donuts were hers, and the

boy ripped them off this morning.

You know the boy?

It was a mini-honey.

Mini-honey?

Our island leprechauns, huh? Yeah.

But this time it's the little Kanaka boy, Danny.

Nobody knows his name.

He's been scrounging for food and stuff around here for a long time.

Where does the boy live?

Over there in a junk someplace. I don't know.

You mean he's on the loose?

Sounds like he could be our witness.

Let's see if we can flush him out. Thank you.

There's a rundown on those sniper specialists you asked for, Steve.

There weren't many trained, maybe three dozen.

Eliminating casualties and those still in the service, there are ten backlands

of any life, and six of those have been accounted for.

That means we have four possibles.

Give me their service records and AGO photos.

It's a long shot, but one of them may be our man.

Okay. Yeah, now take it easy. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Take it easy.

You're the men of Hooney, huh?

Let's see.

What's your name, huh?

You got a name. What is it?

Okay. Let me see your shoe.

He's already had two super jumbos with fries and a mold.

I don't know where he puts it.

How about one of your french fries, son?

Thank you.

What's your name?

Where do you live?

We want to help you.

And we'd like you to help us.

We think you can.

See this?

Somebody spilled some chocolate milk on that tower, then stepped in it and made

this footprint.

Let me see your left shoe, son.

Son, let me see your left shoe.

Now, you see?

They match perfectly.

You know why?

Because you were the one who made that footprint.

Right?

Now, we want you to tell us what you saw up there.

If there was a man with a gun, we want to know what he looked like.

Maybe you can help us find him.

How about another hamburger?

Okay, come on.

Hey, Tommy.

Hey. Come on over.

Hey, Frank.

You sure it's okay? Yeah, sure, it's okay. Sit down.

Now, don't be nervous.

Anything you say to me will stay right here in this office.

Gee, I don't know if I can help you, Frank.

After you called me, I made a few inquiries at the brokerage house.

Then we had lunch with a couple of guys from the Sino-Hawaiian Trust.

That's what I want to hear about.

Well, they think that Chun Hong was into hot paper.

Hot paper?

Stocks and bonds stolen on the mainland and smuggled onto the island.

Sell it, huh?

I don't know, Frank.

Look, I'm working on this side of the street. It's something new for me. You

know what I mean?

They think that's why Hong was wasted.

Well, nobody came out and said so, but that's the feeling.

Hey, Frank, you gonna do like you promised?

You know about talking to Manico?

Yes, if what you told me about yourself is true.

It's true.

I swear it. Look, all it was was possession.

One lousy joint.

Frank, you know me better than that.

I'm no pushover.

I'll talk to him.

Thanks, man.

Now, tell me.

If you hear anything else, you call me, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, don't worry about that. I'll see you later.

Here he is.

Hi.

Son, I want you to take a look at these pictures.

Have you ever seen any of those men before?

If you've seen any of them, if you recognize any of them,

and you don't want to talk, just point them out to me.

Son, one of these men is a bad guy.

We think that he shot somebody from that tower.

Now, unless we find him and put him in prison, he could kill somebody again,

even you.

So won't you help us?

Okay, Chin.

Let's go, son.

It's not gonna help.

Might as well let him go, huh?

Oh, we can't do that, Dan.

If that boy saw the killer, the chances are the killer saw him. He's a pro.

He's not gonna leave the islands and leave an eyewitness alive to finger him.

Why don't we get that woman on the beach to sign a complaint?

After all, he did rip off her milk and doughnuts.

Yeah, it's a good idea.

We can hold him for his own protection.

Yeah.

It would sure help to know who that boy is.

There won't be any fingerprints on record.

No.

But there's a private foundation doing a computer analysis of people of Hawaiian

blood using hospital maternity records.

With the Kamehameha schools?

Yeah. Get that kid's bare footprint, have our lab analyze it, run it through

the computer. It just might lead to something. Right.

Steve?

Yeah, Frank, what do you got?

Some rumors are going around about Chung Hong.

Word is he's dealing in stolen securities.

Where did you pick that up? One of my sources in the financial section.

What's a stoolie doing in the financial section? A stoolie is uptown, Steve.

It's a guy I went to school with. He works in a brokerage office in Waikiki.

He's in a little trouble.

This guy said that Chun Hong was a fence?

That's the story.

Someone inside a Hawaiian trust is dealing in hot paper.

Wait a minute. A minute ago you said Chun Hong. Now you say someone.

Well, he didn't say exactly.

Okay, check it out. I want the bottom line on it.

I want it.

So in a trust account, the securities, whatever they may be, are physically

held by the trustee.

That is the usual procedure.

Therefore, an officer of the trust company could remove them if he wanted

to. Isn't that correct?

Yes, but as a rule, there is more than one person responsible for a trust

account. And there are audits periodically.

So if any documents were, shall we say, missing, that fact would soon be

discovered. Suppose something should be put in place of the missing documents.

It would have to be something of equal value.

or it would turn up in the next audit.

Of course, you gentlemen understand that although things of this sort can happen

on occasion, it is extremely rare in the banking business.

Of course.

Thank you, sir. You're quite welcome.

Come in.

Oh, Francis. Don't get up.

I got your telephone message yesterday afternoon, and I assume you wanted the

budget and the estimate for the youth center program. Yes, very interesting.

So, there they are.

Food budget up that much?

Have you been to a market lately?

So, you remember meeting Steve McGarrett yesterday?

Yes, indeed.

Well, this thing has happened. You're not going to believe this.

Five-O is holding a little boy in juvenile detention, and the charge, get

this, the charge is stealing a quart of milk and three jelly donuts.

You are not serious?

Mm-hmm.

Can I use your phone?

Sure.

Extension 228, please.

This is Frances Chai speaking.

Public defender's office.

The boy's about 13 years old.

See what you can get on him or his family.

Now let's see if the brain recognizes it.

Thanks. Moki Kanehelu.

So, our Menehune has a name, huh?

Good work, Chin.

Father, Victor Kanehelu.

He has a rap sheet. Fraud, petty theft.

Split in the mainland five years ago.

What about the mother?

Right after her husband left, she took an overdose.

Rushed to the hospital.

She died.

That's some pedigree, huh?

What happened to the boy?

Nobody knows.

He just disappeared.

No wonder he doesn't want to talk.

I think it's about time we had another session with that kid.

I'll have him brought over from juvenile.

The father's back in the island, by the way.

Released on parole in California three months ago.

He's been working at odd jobs all over the islands and looking for his kid.

Get him in. I want to talk with him.

We've already sent for him.

Good.

They turned the boy loose.

The

complaint

was withdrawn, Steve.

So I released the boy in the custody of Miss Chai.

You mean that lady lawyer from the public defender's office?

I'm sorry. I've sent for her already.

I didn't know 5-0 was interested in the boy.

Well, we stayed out of it solely for the boy's protection, Judge. But what

interests me is, how did you get on the case so quickly?

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Your Honor.

Mr. McGarrett has some questions.

You're responsible for the boy, Moki Kanehalo, being released?

I am.

Why?

Because my job, Mr. McCarrick, is to protect the right of juveniles. And when

I heard about this obvious miscarriage of justice, I went down to Sand Island

to that woman and gave her a dollar myself in order to pay for the milk and

the doughnuts.

She was relieved to withdraw her charges.

And here is her signature.

Where's the boy now?

He was released in my custody, and he is now at the Youth Foundation home in

Anaheim. Why didn't you consult with me before you took this on yourself?

Because I knew what your attitude would be.

Your way of fighting juvenile crime is to get tough, crack down, lock them up,

and show them who is boss. Well, I don't believe in those tactics, Mr. McGarrett,

and I never will.

Particularly with a boy like Mookie who has gone through so much already.

Have you finished?

Counselor, we're state police. We deal with organized crime, murder,

assassination attempts, foreign agents, felonies of every type.

Do you think for one moment that Fiverr was interested in busting a child for a

bottle of milk and some donuts?

Answer me, please.

Then why did you have to lock him up?

Because the boy is a probable eyewitness, maybe the only eyewitness to

a murder by a professional killer.

The Chun Hong case.

Now, we had the boy hidden away in Juvenile Hall on a petty larceny charge

for his own protection so the murderer couldn't trace him and eliminate the

witness. Oh, my. Yes, exactly.

I am sorry I didn't... It's a little late for that, isn't it?

All right.

I'm going to assign a man to you. I want the boy brought back here where he's

safe. Now, please, go and pick him up and bring him here right away.

Yes, of course. Your Honor.

Oh, one other thing, please.

How did you find out about Moki being held?

Oh, I heard about it from a friend. Who's your friend?

You know him, Arnold Hubbard.

Steve, got a follow-up on Frank's report on the hot securities. Yeah?

The auditor at the Sano Hawaii Trust Company noticed something funny in a

portfolio of bearer bonds.

They'd been replaced with stock certificates of equal value, one of

their trust accounts.

When was that?

About ten days ago.

Chun Hong handled the account personally, so the auditor radioed him

at sea, asking for an explanation.

Ten days ago, you say?

So right away the old man turns his boat around, sails for home.

That could be the message the captain told me about.

If Chun Hong was fencing hot securities, he could have hurried home to cover his

tracks. But he was murdered, Dano. Very neatly, very professionally, before he

even landed. Why?

Double cross?

I don't know, but I think I know somebody who does.

Steve, our men of Huni, he ran away.

What do you mean, ran away?

He took off as soon as he found out we were taking him back to juvenile hall.

Frank, get some help.

beat the bushes around that youth home in Einaheine, but find that kid. His

life is in jeopardy.

Right away.

Come on, Dono. We've got a call to make.

There they are.

I don't believe it.

That's incredible.

I never would have suspected this, not in a million years. It's true.

The FBI checked that list of bond serial numbers from your company's trust

accounts. They're all on the hot list.

Well, as I told you, Steve, I knew the old man had an eye for a sharp deal.

Except he kept those affairs to himself, of course. But to do something...

something so blatant, so... so outright... Crooked.

Exactly. I... I just... Help us out, will you, Arnold?

Suppose that Chung Hong did buy those stolen securities for maybe, oh, 25% of

the face value. That's about the going rate, isn't it?

Well, then I wouldn't know.

Oh, well... Anyway, say he bought them.

How could he hope to gain? He couldn't dispose of those hot bonds himself.

No, he couldn't, Steve, but... Well, there is a way. You see, he controls

many of the old Hawaiian family trusts.

Now, if he took the stolen securities and substituted them for negotiable

bearer bonds in those accounts...

Oh, I see what you mean.

Then he could cash the legitimate bearer bonds for full face value.

And turn a cool 75% profit.

Right.

Chances are that hot paper could stay buried in those accounts for years.

And then even if there was an audit, the securities would show equal value.

Yeah, and years from now, that hot paper would have cooled.

Ah.

Not bad, not bad.

Why do you suppose Chun Hong cut his visit short, came hurrying home?

Well, maybe somebody was suspicious he had to find some way to cover the

switch.

Then you think that's what happened, Arnold? The old man substituted the

stolen bonds and sold the trust securities, huh?

Steve, I... I hate to say anything bad about the dead, but, boy, it does seem

pretty obvious.

Yeah, but what... what doesn't seem obvious is...

How Chun Hung could have done it?

I think I just explained it. Arnold, take a look. Those lists of securities

were stolen in a mainland robbery just two weeks ago.

Now, two weeks ago, Chun Hung was a thousand miles at sea. How could he have

made the switch?

Well, it's just a guess, Steve.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe that's not the way it happened.

No, you're not wrong, Arnold. That's exactly the way it did happen, except

for one small detail.

Chun-Hung didn't make the switch.

You did.

Yeah.

You...

No,

Steve, I didn't. I didn't. It's not true. I didn't... When you heard that

Chun-Hung was on his way back, you knew he'd find you out, so you had him

murdered. That's not true.

I didn't have them killed.

I did everything I could to stop them. Stop them?

Yeah, a professional robbery ring from the mainland. They brought me the deal.

And when they heard we had a problem, they said they'd take care of it.

Yeah, by sending a hitman.

What else could I do? I didn't know how they'd handle it or who they'd send. I

have nothing to do with that murder. Arnold, you're an old friend, but you

are as responsible for Chun-Hung's murder as if you had pulled the trigger

yourself. Now get that through your head. And unless you tell me how to get

to the killer and stop him, you're going to have another murder on your head.

What? The boy, that little boy that you conned Francis Chai into releasing.

What? But I can't believe me. I would if I could. Donald, where's the hitman? I

don't know, don't you understand? I don't know who he is or where he is. I

never saw him.

He, when you picked up the boy and he called me, that was our only contact.

Chin, book him. Right at one.

Donald, we gotta find that kid before the killer does. Let's try the junkyard.

Sorry to bother you again, but it's urgent. Do you remember the little boy

we spoke about?

He was interested in my costume and he's run away.

Please, can you tell me where I can find him? Where does he live?

But he hasn't got a place.

But he must sleep somewhere.

Maybe the kids know, but they're all in school now.

Oh, please, it's very important. At least tell me where I can look for him.

Over there, by the junkyard.

What do you mean?

I see him come that way.

Thank you, thank you very much.

All right, gentlemen.

Spread out and be careful. He's got a high-powered rifle with a scope on it,

and he can pick us off from anywhere. So working teams, keep your head down.

Looks like Miss Chi is caught, so we need her wandering around.

Freeze! Loki, come down here, son.

Is this the man you saw shoot the rifle from the tower?

You sure?

Papa!

Papa!

Sure makes a difference, doesn't it? What?

Thank you.