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The Coast Guard returned to Honolulu this morning carrying the body of a 50

-year-old Los Angeles man, Victor Martin.

Last night, the Coast Guard answered a distress call from a cabin cruiser which

the murdered man had rented for a solo voyage to Kauai.

After a search of several hours, the Coast Guard found a rubber life raft

adrift. Sprawled in the raft was the body of Martin.

indicated that the cabin cruiser had been burned and sunk after Martin's body

was set adrift.

Martin, chairman of the board of Martin Industries, was visiting Honolulu on a

combined business and vacation trip.

Neither HPD nor Hawaii Five-0 have yet uncovered any leads in the case.

More news after this message.

It was his fault.

It was all his fault.

Look, Mike, you don't know that for a fact. Doc, I'm telling you, it was

Victor Martin.

I should have split his skull open.

If he'd have stayed out of it, Glynnis and me, we would have made it.

If Martin ever comes back to this island, so help me, I'll kill him.

Everybody said Glynnis and Mike.

No way.

But we had it made, Doc.

It was right, you know?

It was for real.

We loved each other.

And, oh, man, the plans I had for us.

And then...

Hawaii

Five-0.

This is Dr. Spear. Oh, hello, Doctor.

Is Mr. McGarrett in?

No, I'm sorry. He's in Hilo with the governor.

I see.

Is Mr. Williams in?

Yeah, just a moment.

Danny, will you take this, please? It's Dr. Spear.

Williams. Hello, Doctor.

Mr. Williams, I may have some information on the Victor Martin murder.

I'd like to talk to you.

Can you come to my office?

I'm on my way.

Chin, let's go.

Looks like it was after something other than Dr. Spear.

Question is, did he get it?

What can you tell us, Doc? Not much, except whatever he was strangled with

was no more than maybe a sixteenth of an inch in diameter.

Any idea what it was?

Smooth surface, strong.

Chance some fibers were embedded in the victim's neck.

Tell you after the autopsy.

As soon as you can, huh, Doc?

Danny?

Frank, I got the helicite.

Yeah, Frank.

Just finished going through Victor Martin's personal effects.

Did you find any link between Martin and Dr. Spear?

No, but I found an address for a Glynis Martin in L.A.

His wife?

His daughter.

Okay. Notify her right away.

Place is all yours.

How you doing, Prince, Che?

Lots of them. Who belongs to what and how many different sets I'm gonna have

to untangle.

Okay, thanks.

Well, Chin, we may as well start getting this place pulled back together.

Oh, go through Dr. Speer's files and papers and see if you can find Martin's

name mentioned anywhere.

OK.

Williams, just got back to the office, Dano. Jenny brought me up to date.

What's happening there?

We're just wrapping it up here, Steve.

OK, I'm going out to the Speer home. I want to talk to the doctor's widow. Keep

me posted.

Just before your husband died, Mrs. Spear, he called 5-0. He claimed to have

some information about the murder of Victor Martin.

Arthur? What could he possibly know about it?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Well, I haven't the faintest idea.

Could Victor Martin have been a patient of your husband's?

Well, that's entirely possible, but I'm afraid I can't help you there either.

Arthur made it a point never to discuss his patients with me.

I see.

Do you mind if I have a look around?

Why, no, of course not.

All of these paintings were done by your husband?

Yes. Quite an artist.

Strange.

Yes, but don't ask me what it means.

All I know is that it was Arthur's latest idea.

trying to capture on canvas what went on in the minds of one of his patients.

He brought home taped interviews.

Arthur always, always recorded his patients.

Any idea what these letters and numbers mean?

No.

Dr. Chow?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Landry.

Is he running a temperature?

Well, then I wouldn't worry.

Let's keep him on a medication prescribed for another day or two fine.

Goodbye Hi Mike what are you feeling?

Better thanks.

Say did you hear about dr. Spear?

Yeah, I heard were you still seeing him?

Not for months terrible thing terrible.

Yeah Are you ready doc?

Let's go

Hello?

Yes, he is.

It's for you.

Thank you.

McGarrett. Not a sign of Martin's name here, Steve, but I came up with

something. According to the sequence of Spears' filing system, one of the files

seems to be missing.

Anything else, Con?

Yeah, the corresponding tapes with the same code numbers.

I found the book that breaks down the code letters, but all they tell is the

name of the doctor who referred the patient and the date.

1037 Koloa Avenue, Kahala.

Find him, Chin, and ask him to come to the office.

And Chin, you mentioned a file that was missing.

What were the code letters and numbers?

WK4274.

Mean anything to you?

Yeah.

A portrait of a killer.

I'd like to speak to Dr. Chow, please.

I'm sorry, but Dr. Chow isn't here.

This is his answering service.

If you'd care to leave a message... Well, this is Chin Ho Kelly, Hawaii Five

-O. Can you tell me where I can find him? It's urgent.

Great, Wally. I really enjoyed it.

Keep it up, Doc. You'll be stealing my job.

Some chance.

I'll see you on Wednesday.

Yeah.

That was true, but Dr. Charles Anthony said that I could find him here.

If you give me your name, I'll have him paged. Phil, get an ambulance quick. Dr.

Chow's had a heart attack.

Soon, baby, soon.

Did you see Dr. Chow before he went out on the court?

I did. In the locker room.

Did he say anything about how he felt?

No. I mean, you know, I said, how are you, Doc? And he said, well, fine or

great or something like that.

We were just standing there having a drink and all of a sudden he starts

getting dizzy.

We were kidding him about getting loaded on one drink, you know. Yeah, then the

next thing he starts gasping, he jerks a little and down he goes.

He take any pills or medication, anything like that?

I didn't see any.

Okay. Thank you.

We, uh, we had this here rally going.

Maybe it was too much for him.

Uh, I don't know.

Dr. Chow was always kind of pushing too hard.

He seemed ill to you in any way.

Not the way he was playing, no, sir. He seemed fine.

Is there anything else you can tell us?

I wish I could, but that's all I know.

Okay, thanks.

They're pretty shook up.

One minute the doctor's having a drink and joking with them. The next minute he

gets dizzy, starts choking and drops dead.

That's all they saw and that's all they know.

Maybe that's all they told you.

Respiratory failure.

No, Doc, no, no, that's not good enough.

That's all I can tell you right now.

Look, Doc, we've got two murders on our hands, two within the past 24 hours, and

somehow they connect. Then we get a lead on somebody who just might lead us to

the killer, and when we get to him, he's dead.

Now, do you expect me to buy a respiratory failure?

It's gonna have to do until the autopsy.

Okay, Doc, make it fast.

How is he?

Did you get anything from him?

No, no, no, I don't want anything touched.

Get the lab boys over there and go over the place inch for inch.

Yeah, thank you.

HPD answered a call from a cleanup man, Dr. Chow's building.

The guy went in, doctor's office was open. Before he could look around,

somebody creased his skull with a lamp.

And the files?

Danner said it looks like a disaster area.

Is that you, darling?

He cleans up his trail. He must be a pretty smart guy.

Yeah, except with the bodies he leaves laying around.

Yeah.

Regard to Williams.

Regard to Williams.

Williams.

Dono, on those prints Che picked up in Spears' office, one set matches some of

the prints we found aboard Victor Martin's boat.

Could be we're looking for the same guy.

OK, we're on our way.

Maybe he's not as neat as we thought he was. Or maybe he just doesn't care about

leaving his prints all over the place.

Or maybe he has no previous arrests.

Maybe no military service record.

But it doesn't do much for us.

Tells us more about him than we knew ten minutes ago.

Hey! Yeah?

Where you been, man? I've been calling all over for you.

What's up?

Couple of holly chicks checked into the hotel this morning.

You should see them, brother.

Gorgeous.

We're picking them up at five.

What do you say?

About what?

The chicks, man.

The foxes.

Uh, not tonight.

Oh, come on.

This is Charlie, right?

I live here too, remember?

You know what I mean.

That old torch strip you're on.

I'm tired, that's all.

Fool.

You've been acting like a zombie ever since that holly broad took off to New

England and left you standing in the prop wash, waving goodbye like a sick

bull calf.

You don't think she'll come back here and marry you, do you?

I know she will.

What makes you think she's any different from the rest?

Come over here, find a nice native boy, play a fast game of beach blanket bingo,

then aloha, mahalo.

Gone, man.

Hey, look.

Don't push it, huh?

Six months ago, you were the one that was running up the chicks for us.

You had to beat them off with a surfboard.

You've forgotten how much of you is Kanaka and how much is Howley.

Take a look in the mirror and check the color.

You may be half and half, but face it, brother, there's only one side that'll

have you.

each of them illustrating something in the suspect's past, something which he

told Dr. Speer we assumed during the visits, and something which Dr.

Speer later translated to canvas.

Now, our major problem is trying to comprehend Dr.

Speer's symbolism.

How far out is it? How much on the nose?

Dunno, what do you see in number one here?

Loneliness.

Rejection.

Chin.

I'd, um, add fear, maybe.

All right.

Try fear.

Now, let's take a look at number two. Rather tranquil setting.

Looks like a young man and a woman holding hands, watching a sunset.

What about the storm clouds?

Trouble on the horizon.

Stormy marriage, maybe?

Could be.

Could be. That's a possibility.

Let's put that down.

Steve? Yeah.

Washington Print Bank just replied.

No prior criminal or military record on the suspect's prints.

Dead end.

How you doing on the painting?

Pretty good. Sit down. Let's see what kind of a shrink you'd make.

It's a dead fish, a lover's heart, and two sets of initials, C-H and M-A.

It could be a broken marriage or love affair that ties into the boy and girl

in the mountaintop.

Why a hunter? Why not a fisherman?

Maybe symbolic of a lover's triangle.

An irate husband or boyfriend who feels betrayed.

Could be.

But it's the initials, C-H and M-A, that intrigue me.

One of them could be our man.

Let's take a look at number four.

It's Maunalani High School, class of 67.

It looks like the same girl that's in compartment two.

Well, what could the puppets on strings represent?

I don't know, but we can find out.

Frank, you take that one. Check the class of 67, Maunalani High School. I

want the names of any ones whose initials are C-H...

Where am I?

First thing in the morning.

Number five's not completed.

Right now, it doesn't tell us a thing.

Strange.

Every compartment where our suspect is, it looks like he's in some kind of

shadow. Now, Dr. Speer had to mean something by that.

Well, do we know anything more now than we did before, or are we just kidding

ourselves?

Miss Glynis Martin?

Yes. Dan Williams, Hawaii Five-0.

How do you do? How do you do?

We're very sorry about your father.

Thank you.

A few questions we'd like to ask.

Sure.

Come this way.

all, Mr. Williams.

My father was very well liked.

Why anyone would want to take his life is... I guess I just don't understand.

And you never heard the name Dr. Arthur Speer?

No.

If there were anything that I knew that would help you catch this person, you

would certainly be the first to know.

I'm sure of that, Ms. Martin.

How long will you be staying in the islands?

I don't know.

A couple of days, I guess.

Until I can claim... Until I can make the necessary

arrangements and take my father home.

Where will you be staying?

The Ilikay Hotel.

I'll drop you off there, and we'll keep in touch.

Okay.

Where's Steve?

HPD, meeting with the chief.

What do you got?

Pay dirt, maybe.

The only member of the graduating class with the initials C.H. is a Connie

Honoka. Nobody with the initials M.A.

You got an address on her?

Not yet, but I will.

How did you know I was here?

The news.

After I heard what happened, I tried to call you in L.A., but there wasn't any

answer. It's so good to see you.

Same here.

These last six months have been... I don't know what to say.

I mean about what happened to your... There's nothing really anyone can say.

Do the police have any idea why he was... No.

Not yet, anyway.

Oh, it's so senseless.

If you'd only known him, you'd understand what I mean.

He was the kindest, most gentle, sensitive human being I've ever known.

He never hurt another person in his life.

So why would someone want to do something like this?

Look, if there's anything I can do, just name it.

I'd forgotten what a good friend you were.

Child died of pulmonary edema.

Failure of the left ventricle due to hypertension, coronary artery

insufficiency, myocarditis or pericarditis, none of which he had any

history of.

What are you getting at, doc?

Because he had no history of any of those, I wasn't satisfied.

So I started looking around for some other reason.

His alcohol level was almost nil and there were no barbiturates present, so I

ran some biochemical tests.

One of them was for an acetylcholine esterase level in the brain.

It was way below normal.

Chow was poisoned.

VHP, bariothon phosphate. It's an organic compound similar to nerve gas.

Isn't that the same stuff they use in pesticides?

Potent stuff. Works anywhere from 15 minutes to 24 hours.

Leaves no visible means of detection or odor.

How was it administered?

I don't know.

There were no needle punctures, and it wasn't ingested.

Had to be by absorption.

Does Che have his clothing?

I've already called him. The lab's checking it out now.

OK, Doc.

Thanks.

Yeah. Frank of an hour, 5-0. This is Sergeant Lukella.

We'd like to see Akane Honoka.

What do you want with her?

Just want to talk to her. A few questions.

That's okay, Pop. I'll talk to her.

Hmm.

What do you want?

Any place we can talk?

Well, not in there, that's for sure.

Come out.

I'm looking for somebody you went to high school with.

Who is it?

I don't know.

But his initials are M.A.

I don't think I've ever known anybody with those initials.

It's important.

Well, what did he do?

You have to tell me that first. Otherwise, I don't say nothing.

He's a suspect in a murder case.

Oh, bull.

Mike would never... Mike?

I don't have to tell you anything.

Hey, listen, if it isn't him, it's okay.

But if it is, he could very easily kill again.

Would you live with that?

You have to be wrong.

He's never hurt anyone before.

He was the one that was always getting hurt first.

My father, he busted us up.

Want to hear something funny?

He said Mike wasn't good enough for me.

So now what have I got?

A baby that my hopped-up old man left me with when the cops busted him?

But to a Honoka, the old royalty, a chop suey, half

Hawaiian, hop a holly just wasn't good enough.

What kind of a guy was Mike?

Mike was a nice guy.

A good guy.

He didn't have much of a family.

His mother died when she had him, and his father kicked off in some cane

field.

I don't know exactly what happened.

We met when he moved into the neighborhood.

They said that he could stay with another family.

And then we started dating.

Until my father found out and told him to stay away from me or he'd kill him.

Poor Mike.

Nobody ever really wanted him.

Except me.

You still haven't told me his last name.

Anapo.

Mike Anapo.

You feel better?

Much.

I'd forgotten how beautiful the islands are.

Maybe this time you'll stay.

Oh, I wish I could.

Someday.

Come on.

Maybe I can convince you.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

Mike, I shouldn't really.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Nothing on Dr. Chow's tennis outfit.

But the towel around his neck was covered with the same chemical Doc told

you about.

The towel, huh? I can't think of a better way to absorb something like

that. Work up a good sweat.

Pores are wide open. Wrap the towel around the area and let it sink in.

It's ingenious. And under those conditions, fast acting.

You seem to be pretty well tied into tennis.

Those fibers embedded in Dr. Spears' neck.

It's a steer gut. Take a look.

It's used to string tennis rackets.

I don't suppose you could tell me what kind of racket these fibers come from.

Not a chance.

Besides, there's no way of telling for sure they come from a racket.

They could have come right off a roll in a repair shop.

Well, I better lay this on Steve. Thanks, Che.

Verathion phosphate.

VHP, Doc called it. It's an organic compound.

I know. I'm familiar with it.

And Doc is sure that it was administered to Chow by absorption?

He is.

And the other doctor, Spear, he was strangled with a piece of steer gut.

As Che said, we seem to be tied to tennis in some way.

But how? Spear didn't play tennis, did he?

No.

As far as we know, neither did Victor Martin, at least not here in the

islands.

Spear and child, Dano.

Two doctors.

Key to this.

One a psychiatrist, one a specialist in allergies.

Both offices ransacked.

You know, all of Dr. Spear's patients were referrals from other doctors. Yeah?

Let's look at it this way.

Our killer goes to Dr. Chow and complains of an allergy of some sort.

Chow realizes that it's psychosomatic, so he refers him to Dr. Spear.

Now, the killer unloads to Dr. Spear, and when Victor Martin turns up dead...

Spear sees a connection with something the patient had told him.

So the patient had to kill Dr. Spear to keep it quiet.

Yeah, and then goes after Chow because he realizes that sooner or later we'd

check all the patients sent to Spear by Chow or anyone else.

No. No, I was wrong, Pat.

The key to this isn't Spear and Chow.

It's Chow.

Chow and that tennis club.

And someone there who was able to administer that lethal dose of VHP to

Dr. Joe.

And had easy access to the steer gut from the club's repair shop.

Right. Let's go.

This is Steers' gun. Of course we use other types, too.

And the restringing is done right here in the premises?

In the back.

Check it out.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Mr. McGarrett, it's for you.

Thank you.

McGarrett. Got a name, Steve.

Go ahead.

Anapo. Mike Anapo.

A-N...

Thank you.

I don't know where Mike is.

I haven't seen him all day.

Would you mind telling me what's coming down?

He's wanted on suspicion of murder.

Who, Mike? Yeah.

You gotta be pulling me on, man.

You seen the girl in this picture?

You mean Mike killed her?

No, but he might have that in his mind.

Hey, man, you're way off.

First of all, she lives on a mainland.

Second of all,

he's been hung up on her for almost a year.

Well, she's back on the island now.

Have you ever heard of a Victor Martin?

Aren't there?

The guy that was killed.

The guy on the boat, right?

That's right.

The girl in those pictures is his daughter.

Oh, wow, man.

Mike went off the deep end for her.

Nothing happened.

I tried to tell him it was just a vacation hustle.

You know how it dames out when they come over here from the mainland.

Just a little fun full of scrapbook.

Mike wouldn't listen.

He figured this was for real.

He wanted the whole love scene, marriage, kids.

He even built a house for the both of them.

Where?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Mike never told me.

It was like a big secret with Mike.

I really don't know where it's at.

Just left Miss Martin's hotel, Steve.

She's gone.

The doorman saw her drive off about a half hour ago with a man answering the

description of Mike Opana.

OK, Chin, we got it.

Now, get a make on Opana's car.

Get out an APB. Better do it under both names. Don't apprehend. I just want to

know where they are. Right.

And get an address on that house upon a build. The land was probably purchased

under his legal name on a pole. You got it.

Oh, it feels so good.

The sun, the fresh air. I almost feel guilty.

Mike, I really ought to go back.

You got no reason to feel guilty about anything.

Besides, you haven't seen the surprise yet.

Yeah?

What kind of surprise?

Ah, you see, you see.

Williams to Central. Williams to Central.

Central? Touch me through to McGarrett. Fast.

McGarrett. Steve, I got an address for you.

What's that?

2037 Inakoa Ridge Road.

Good work, Dono. You head on up there. I'll send some blue and white backup

units and I'll meet you there.

McGarrett to Central.

McGarrett to Central. Code red. Go ahead, McGarrett. All channels cleared

for you. Send support units to 2037 Inakoa Ridge Road.

Repeat, to...

Report to Dan Williams on the scene. Silent approach.

Repeat, silent approach.

What are we stopping here for? You'll see.

Come on.

Come on.

Wait till you see the view.

Like they say on the mainland, you ain't seen nothing yet.

What do you think?

It's lovely.

Whose house is it?

Alice.

Ours? Yours and mine.

I supervised every piece of wood, nail, most of it myself.

Just for us.

Mike.

Come on, you haven't seen anything yet.

We've got the full kitchen, two-bedroom, nursery.

Mike, hold on a second. I don't think I understand.

What do you understand?

There's no reason for you to go back to the mainland anymore.

You know how I feel about you.

And I know how you really feel about me.

Mike, I like you. I really do. I like you very much.

You belong here with me.

I mean, now with your father gone, there's nobody to come between us.

My father had nothing to do with this.

Listen, I know we had a good time together. I enjoyed being with you.

I still do.

As a friend.

What's with the, what's with the friend bit?

That's all there is, Mike.

I'm engaged to be married.

To someone I love very much.

Mike, you're hurting me.

Let go of me.

You would have come back to me long before this if it hadn't been for your

father. My father.

My father had nothing to do with the way I felt. You don't have to lie to me. It

was him. He knocked me soft.

And he won't be able to do it this time. I saw him do that.

Oh, my God.

Is he armed? We don't know, Steve.

Then we assume he is.

You killed him.

O'Connor?

McGarrett, 5-0.

You're surrounded.

We don't want anyone to get hurt. Come out with your hands up.

He killed him! He killed him!

He killed my father!

If we go in, we can try rushing him.

Chin, cover the back.

Frank, break out the gas guns.

Get us some masks. We'll lob in a few canists and see if we can take him

alive.

Oh, please.

Linus, please.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I did it for us. Please. I'm sorry.

You're crazy!

Opana?

Can you hear me?

Come out with your hands up.

Get away from me!

You killed him!

You killed my father!

You killed him.

You killed him.

Chris, okay?

Yeah, she's okay.

Book him, Sergeant. Murder one, three counts.