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Thank you.

Yes, it's going to be a very interesting exhibit, Lupin, very interesting.

I doubt it'll be a goldmine for pickpockets, though.

How many people in Honolulu have ever heard of Netsuke Ojima in raw, huh?

Well, that's one of the reasons for the exhibition, Mr. March. It's an admirable

art form, and we'd like it to be more appreciated.

Who set that spotlight there, please?

See, there's a glare here. You can't see a thing.

Please, come and fix it.

We want to see the pieces.

Not our own reflections.

Think you're lighting a nightclub girlie show.

Of course, some of these pieces are nothing more than tourist novelties, but

some of them are of superb artistry and great value. For instance... Just a

minute, Lupin.

Collection of Mr. Steven McGarrett.

Steve McGarrett, the policeman?

Yes. Yes, indeed.

There's some very fine pieces, too. Well, it's a modest collection. I think

he started collecting in the Korean War when he was with the Navy stationed in

Japan. He's added to it over the years.

Valuable? To him, yes, extremely.

I'm fascinated.

Steve McGarrett.

Well, I'd very much like to see it.

Well, it'll be here by tomorrow afternoon.

I'm supervising the packing of it myself in the morning.

Are you, Lupin? Are you?

I grow more fascinated by the moment.

Angelathon me, Mr. March?

Yes. Come in, come in.

Now, can you imagine where I have just been?

Huh?

Gustav Lupin's exhibition at the Museum of Oriental Art.

Now, what discovery do you suppose I made while I was there, Cesare?

I'm composed entirely of ears, Mr. March.

Like Garrett collects Netsky. What do you think of that?

This interfering and irritating widnunk of a cop is a collector.

Could you be more surprised, Cesare?

You may perceive my astonishment, Mr. March.

I can't perceive anything through those bottle bottoms you use for glasses, but

I will accept your statement on its face value.

Now, my good friend, can you guess what I propose to do with this interesting

discovery? Something of great benefit to us all, I am sure.

And you are so right.

What'd the governor say, Steve?

Well, it took him half an hour, but what it boils down to is lots of luck.

No cooperation?

Well, he said he'd like to cooperate, but apparently it's Washington who

considers the whole thing trivial.

Smuggling is smuggling. Theft is a ripoff. When is it not trivial?

When it's the Mona Lisa, I guess.

Not 50 or 100 two-inch-high Japanese carvings whose names nobody can

pronounce. See, now we have that diplomatic courier taped. If we'd been

able to search his luggage, we would have found the stolen goods.

Dano, I told them that. I told them that that courier might have led us to the

head of the whole operation if we had only been allowed to question him.

But the courier has diplomatic immunity and, well, the waiver would have to come

from his own embassy.

So we have to watch a smuggling ring operate right under our noses and

there's nothing we can do about it. Is that it?

Well, not quite, Dano.

Not quite.

Those pieces are being fenced to someone here in Hawaii before they're being

shipped to the mainland. Now, let's find the dealer of stolen property. He

doesn't have diplomatic immunity.

If we can nail that fat cat, we can shut the whole operation down.

Professor Masaaki.

A pleasure to meet you, sir.

Yes, yes. And you are Mr. August March.

I was admiring some of your collection.

This one is exquisite.

Unsigned, but an undoubted Tomotaro.

I will stake everything on it.

You are correct, sir. It is definitely a Tomotaro.

I can't quite adequately express my gratitude at your coming here,

Professor. I know it wasn't easy to leave your duties at the University of

Yokohama. Not at all.

May I be allowed a question?

Please, please.

Oh, what a... Beautiful collection.

Thank you.

We have not met before this.

Why have you made this astonishingly generous invitation to me?

I should think that would be self-evident, Professor.

You are an acknowledged expert in the field of 18th and 19th century oriental

art. Our museum is opening an exhibition tomorrow that I thought you would not

want to miss.

I have read of the exhibition, Mr. Marsh.

Pardon my seeming lack of gratitude, but it seems to me it will be a somewhat

humble display.

I am quite convinced that you will find certain pieces in it that will more than

repay the inconvenience I've caused you.

Oh, may I hasten to assure you again, there has been no inconvenience.

I am delighted.

Shall we have lunch?

Ah, I am honored.

No, no, no, no, no.

It is I who am honored.

Where are you now, miss?

All right, I'll tell you what. Do you know where the Kapi'olani War Memorial

is?

Good. I'll meet you there in 15 minutes.

What was your name again, please?

Thank you.

Duke?

Just got a call from a Melinda Grant.

Says she's a friend of Kim Chung Lo.

The diplomatic courier we tried to arrest.

Yeah.

I'm going to meet her.

She won't talk over the phone, but she says it's important.

Good luck.

Scranton? Yes, you must... Dan Williams, 5-0.

I, uh, I really don't...

I think we should stay here. Is there anywhere we can go?

Well, let's just walk.

You have something to tell me about Kim Chung Lo?

Yes, I have a message for you.

Perhaps I should tell you that Kim and I are in love, and we've been living

together for over a year now.

I see.

And after what happened the other day and all that publicity, well, his

embassy is recalling him.

He doesn't want to go.

Because of you?

Well, he does have a wife and a child at home.

But he wants to stay here with me.

He wants to ask for political asylum.

Well, he knows he won't get it unless he's willing to tell exactly his

involvement with the smuggling ring.

Yes. And then they'll kill him, won't they?

Well, they'll certainly try.

I've asked him to come to the police, and I've said that they protect him.

But he says that he doesn't dare.

So I've come.

Mr. Williams, if Kim tells you everything that he knows, will he be

given asylum, and will he be protected?

He'll be given asylum, and he'll be protected. I'll see to that personally,

and then I'll pin a medal on him.

Do you know where to reach her, Denner?

I have her address and telephone number. Legitimate? I checked it out myself.

Good. How'd you leave her?

We'll meet again tomorrow.

if she's satisfied with our assurances. I know. She can have my assurance in

writing and in blood.

Then she'll contact her boyfriend.

If he agrees, she'll call either Duke or me and arrange for us to meet him.

Okay, this could be the break we're waiting for now. You and Duke stick

close to the phones.

Yeah, McGarrett.

Who?

All right, put him on.

You see him.

Yes, Mr. Lupin.

Mr. McGarrett!

A disaster has just taken place.

What happened, Mr. Lupin? What's the problem?

A catastrophe, Mr. McGarrett. You must come at once.

Will you calm down, please?

Have you notified the police?

No, no, no, no. It is not a matter for the police. It is a matter for you, Mr.

McGarrett. It is of the utmost importance. You must come here at once.

Very well, Mr. Lupin. I'm on my way.

What is it, Steve?

Museum. Some disaster.

Hold the fort, will you, Donald?

May

I

see Mr. Lubman, please?

Mr. McGarrett. Yes, Mr. Lupin.

All right, I don't see any catastrophe, any disaster.

Now, what's the problem? Would you follow me, please, Mr. McGarrett?

Mr. McGarrett, this gentleman is Professor Masaaki of the University of

Yokohama. Yes, I've heard of you, Professor.

I am most honored.

Is there some problem?

There would seem to be, Mr. McGarrett. My name is August March. We've not met

before this.

Yes, Mr. March.

All right, gentlemen, now that I'm here, will somebody kindly explain to me why

I'm here? Professor.

Mr. McGarrett, I'm sure there is a perfectly satisfactory explanation, but

this nitsuke in your collection, wooden model of a rat, was stolen six months

ago from the Yokohama Museum.

It is valued at $12,000 and has been the subject of the most intensive

international search since its disappearance.

It is a matter of the most extreme puzzlement to me.

that he should be discovered in the private possession of the chief of the

state police of Hawaii.

All right, open the case, please.

Is this the rat you're referring to? Yes, that one.

This is a Tomokazu that I bought in Japan in a flea market in 1951 during

the Korean War. Excuse me, please.

It is Ittang.

It is signed on the side, and it was stolen from the Yokohama Museum six

months ago.

All right, fellas, ladies and gentlemen, fall back, will you?

Since when does a paper send a whole team to cover the opening of an art

exhibition? Mr. McGarrett, is it true you're investigating a ring of smugglers

who specialize in Oriental art objects? Yes, it is.

How's it coming?

Steve, what the hell is all this about?

Well, according to this story, I've been adding to my personal collection with

pieces seized during our smuggling investigation.

What do you think of that, John?

All I know is that my phone has been ringing off the hook and Western Union

stock has probably jumped 10 points since this morning.

Was that piece stolen, Steve?

Yes, of course it was.

But not by me.

Well, naturally not by you.

But how in the world did it get to be a part of your collection?

I don't know, John, but it's not part of my collection.

It's not?

No.

No, mine was not an etan.

He's the one who carved the stolen piece.

Mine was a tomokazu.

Now, they both carved a lot of animals, including rats, and they're quite

similar until you study them carefully.

Well, how did the stolen one get into the exhibit, and why?

I can't tell you how, John, but the why is easy. We've been on this smuggling

investigation now for months.

I guess that somebody's beginning to feel the heat around here, so they

arranged this.

Not the first time they tried to set me up.

The quickest way and the best way to cut an investigation short is to make a

crook out of the investigator.

It's an old, old ploy. But I've got a posse of editors and senators and

outraged do-gooders hunting for your scalp right now.

Beginning to bother you, John?

Don't know your old friend yet?

Steve, please understand, I've got to follow it through.

Of course. What do you think I'd want you to do?

I arrived at Mr. McGarrett's apartment at 9 o'clock Tuesday morning to pack his

collection. Did you pack everybody's collection personally?

Of course not.

It was merely a gesture of respect, an act of courtesy.

I see.

What did you do after you packed the pieces?

I remained there until the armored truck arrived, which it did at 10.15.

I then supervised the placing of the collection in the armored truck,

ascertained that the vehicle was locked securely, and then I returned here.

You didn't accompany the collection?

Mr. Williams, I am the director of this museum.

I don't write about Honolulu in trucks.

I beg your pardon.

Okay, you came back here to wait for the collection.

What time did it arrive?

11.05.

And what did you do then?

Well, I unpacked it, I catalogued it, and then placed it in its case out there

in the main hall.

So, in other words, Mr. Lupin, from 9 o'clock Tuesday until Professor

Masaaki's discovery of the stolen rat, only you and the men in the armored car

were anywhere near that collection.

Exactly. I'd like to see the list you prepared when you unpacked the

collection. Oh, yes.

Yes, you may, you may.

It will bring you little joy, I'm afraid.

Number 19, I believe, is the item of primary interest to you.

I was there when Lupin packed the pieces. I watched him wrap that tomokazu

of mine.

So, what it amounts to is that sometime between the packing at my place and the

unpacking at the museum,

Somebody made a switch, and that Tomokazu of mine turned into a stolen

Ittan.

Wanted one sorcerer. No, no, no.

Wanted one smuggler.

This department is not going to expend its energies on trying to solve a

personal problem of mine, but neither can we ignore the obvious conclusion

that that Netsky stolen from the Yokohama Museum...

was smuggled into Honolulu.

If we can find the man who received it, we'll be in direct contact with the head

of this whole operation.

Now, that makes it a little more than a personal investigation to clear my name.

Steve? Yeah, Duke, what do you got? Just got a call from Miss Grant. She's

accepted your assurances.

She says she'll talk to her boyfriend later today. We ought to get a definite

answer by tomorrow afternoon.

Well, that's something, anyway.

Steve? Yeah? Professor Masaaki's holding a news conference outside of the museum.

They're televising it now.

Here we go. Mr. Masakai. Accusation. Mr. Masakai. I have made no accusation. Mr.

Masakai, was the net shortly stolen, Mr. Masakai? And if it wasn't, what? It's

okay, young man. It's okay. And my name is pronounced Masaaki.

Now, can you prove that this statue, or whatever it is, is really stolen from

the Yokohama Museum?

I have just telephoned my colleague in Yokohama, Dr. Hayabusa.

He will fly here at once with photographs of the Ittang Mado and

newspaper articles telling of the theft.

You will all be able then to judge for yourselves that I am telling the truth.

Can you tell us, Professor, how the stolen piece came into McGarrett's

possession? I cannot, but I will say one thing to all of you.

Mr. McGarrett is known throughout the world as the man of the highest

principles and impeccable honesty.

To even suggest that he might be in any way be connected with the theft of the

Ittang would be a gross insult.

Professor, is there going to be an investigation? Can you tell us more

about the, uh...

I've never been called a thief more politely in my whole life.

Isn't it perfect, Cesare?

Absolutely perfect.

It's like winding up a doll.

All we had to do was invite him here and then sit back and watch him operate,

independent of us.

Fantastic. Don't you agree?

I agree most wholeheartedly, Mr. Marge.

However, there is one thing I believe that you will just as wholeheartedly

agree is not so fantastic, nor even slightly desirable.

Must be serious.

I've noticed your sentences tend to become long and dreary whenever you come

here to discuss something serious.

It is of utmost seriousness.

I've heard that Kim Chung-Lo will be recalled from his consulate post here.

Well, I'm not surprised.

He was almost apprehended.

This country's undoubtedly embarrassed over the incident.

And he'll probably get those ears of his roundly boxed when he gets home.

Oh, he plans not to go home.

He has a mistress here he wishes not to leave.

He plans, I am told, to defect.

You're right.

It is serious.

And if he defects, he talks, correct?

He'll sing like the proverbial nightingale.

You're a poet, Cesare.

However, the situation right now won't be served by poetry.

Check your sources carefully.

And if there's no mistake,

see that the nightingale of your native land shuts up.

For good.

Very good, Mr. March.

I will do exactly as you say.

Sit down, please.

He says he'll talk to you. Good.

But what guarantee does he have?

In here is a new passport.

His picture, another name.

Also a checkbook and a savings account in the new name at a bank on the Big

Island. And a key to an apartment in a housing complex at Gila.

Together with a lease showing that he's been living there for the past eight

months.

Once he tells us all he knows, he simply vanishes.

Kim Chung-Lo disappears forever.

Only you and we will ever know where he is.

And if he decides to move when his lease expires, then we won't know.

Okay. I think we better leave.

Yes? Mr. March asked me to come and see you. May I come in? Yes.

Single shot in the right temple, Steve.

And, uh, suicide note.

To his wife, apparently.

Apologizing for the shame he's brought to her, their children, his country.

Denil, the man was about to ask for political asylum. He was about to tell

us... Who was fencing the stolen pieces he was smuggling into this country?

Now, why the sudden switch?

What about the girl he was in love with?

No.

No, suicide note or no suicide note, I want this treated as a homicide until

somebody can prove to me that it wasn't.

Right.

Is this your buddy from Yokohama? This is Dr. Hayabusa of the Yokohama Museum.

Doc, you got the proof with you that McGarrett stole that rat?

Nobody has implied that Mr. McGarrett... Dr. Hayabusa, one of you brought with

you.

Steve,

it just hit the fan.

What have I missed? A press conference at the Museum of Oriental Art. Another

one? That museum hasn't had so much publicity since it opened. What happened

now? Masaaki's friend Hayabusa presented a list of all the articles stolen from

Yokohama Museum during that theft.

And that rat was only a part of it.

What else was taken?

Masterpiece, it looks like.

Ivory Crane, signed Mitsuhiro, valued $14,000.

John, I recovered that piece three months ago on a raid on a local dealer.

Now, that was returned to the museum in Yokohama. We have a receipt for it.

Exactly. That piece was recovered. Your rat wasn't. Don't you see what that

looks like? You kept the piece for yourself.

Oh, come on, John.

If I was so stupid as to have taken the piece in the first place...

Do you think I'd be doubly stupid by putting it on display with my name on

it? I don't think so. But who knows what a jury will think?

The damaging fact is that the piece was found in your collection and you can't

explain how it got there.

You just mentioned a jury?

Steve, I've got to present this evidence before a grand jury. I've got no choice.

It is clearly a possible case of grand theft art.

And August March paid your plane fare both ways.

And he's footing the bill for all this as well.

Mr. March is a very generous man.

He must also be quite a wealthy one, too.

You sound as if you didn't know him very well.

Oh, Mr.

Williams, I had never met him until I arrived here. You and March didn't know

each other until you met him here?

Exactly.

Uh, Professor, tell me how you, uh...

How did you first notice the stolen model in Steve McGarrett's collection?

Oh, yes.

Mr. Marsh had sent his car to take me to the opening of the exhibition.

He sent his car to pick you up?

As I say, his generosity is boundless.

I'd have to agree with that.

Okay, you went to the museum.

Yes. The opening was to be at 1 o'clock.

There was to be a special showing a short time before that for special

guests and the press.

And the press?

It's unusual, isn't it? I should think so, yes.

A small exhibition of nitsuke, ojime, inro, miniatures.

Special items of interest only to a small group of collectors.

So why should there be so many reporters and photographers?

That's a good question.

Okay, Professor, you went in the hall, you looked around.

And I came in front of Mr. McGill's collection and saw the ittan.

You recognized it at once?

The instant my eyes fell upon it.

Was March with you at that moment?

Let me think.

He might have been, but I'm not certain.

What I mean was, he didn't particularly draw you towards McGarrett's collection.

Oh, no, no.

I'm quite certain that the discovery was made entirely unaided by myself.

I see.

Well, thank you, Professor.

I cannot see how a mystery can be made of my invitation to Masaaki.

After all, I am a fellow of the museum here in Honolulu.

I'm also a patron of the museum in Yokohama.

What could be more natural than to invite a man of his reputation to see

our exhibit?

As to my great munificence and generosity, I maintain those rooms at

the hotel for the convenience of my business associates, and I use my

company credit card for the airline tickets.

Both are charged as expenses.

The tax deduction is enormous.

I've paid my accounts outrageously.

Should I be telling you this?

You already have.

What line of business are you in, Mr. March?

Something to do with the arts, I assume?

Alas, it is so prosaic, it shames me to refer to it.

I sell tractors.

Tractors? Imagine.

August March, the great patron of the arts.

How does he make his living?

By selling tractors, cultivators.

earth movers, and other sorts of agricultural implements.

Business must be pretty good. Oh, it's fantastic.

It branches everywhere.

Manila, Singapore, Yokohama, everywhere.

To the world, I am August March, a hard-nosed, two

-fisted business tycoon with a 90-digit computer for a heart.

But to August March, who is August March?

A man.

who is happy only when he is at home among his beautiful works of art.

Yeah.

All of which he can afford only because he has inherited the ability to sell

more devices that dig holes in the ground than anybody else.

Yeah? Yeah.

Don't say it never snows in Honolulu, Steve.

I just got a blizzard.

That August march is something else.

Fill me in, Dad.

Well, for openers, he's a patron of the Yokohama Museum where the theft

occurred.

Secondly, he's a fellow of the Museum of Oriental Art here in Honolulu where the

piece was discovered.

Three, Professor Masaaki, who discovered the piece. March flew him here.

Sure gets around.

Saipan, Sydney, Manila, Singapore.

Wait a minute. Manila?

Yeah, he has a branch office there.

Manila.

Merchant seaman Dan Mizukian. You remember him?

Yeah, he's the one who smuggled the stolen ivory crane Netsky into the

country. Yeah, it was a Mitsuhiro crane.

Anyway, Mizukian claimed that somebody approached him in Manila just

before his ship sailed and offered him $100 to bring a package back into

Honolulu. Boy, how dumb can you get, huh?

Mizukian got caught by the U.S. Customs and...

Of course, the contact never showed up.

Oh, something else, Steve. What's that?

I checked a few city desks. They all got calls the day of the exhibit, suggesting

they sent photographers and reporters.

Whoever it was said something interesting might happen.

A little obvious, wasn't it?

I think it's time we ran a check on Mr. August Marchdown.

McGarrett. Steve, chin.

I've made two trips in that armored car from your apartment to the museum.

Each one was within five minutes of the time it took them to move your

collection. Now, there's no way that truck could have stopped anywhere except

for a traffic light.

Okay, Chin, thank you.

The pieces weren't switched during packing because I was there.

And Lupin unpacked the case.

Well, let's find out if he was alone when he unpacked it down.

But consider this possibility.

What if...

The substitution was made by somebody who was already in the armored car,

someplace between my apartment and the museum.

By somebody who was hiding in the back, let's say.

Were the pieces packed separately, like movie men pack cups and saucers?

Usual way, tissue paper, then in some plastic popcorn.

Then whoever switched them had to know which one it was in, unless he unwrapped

all of them.

Yeah.

Or...

or unless that particular piece was marked, which puts it right back

into the lap of Mr. Gustav Lupin. Mr. Williams, I have answered every question

you have asked me. I have told you all I know about this matter.

Just a couple more questions, that's all.

A couple?

Two?

Yes.

Very well.

Two.

Two questions and no more.

What are they?

When you unpacked the catalog, Steve McGarrett's collection, were you alone?

I was alone, Mr. Williams, and that door was securely locked.

I see.

Mr. Lupin, you unpacked the collection, you packed the collection.

Why is it you didn't notice that one of the pieces was the stolen etan?

Mr. Williams, Netskis are not my major field.

Now... Did you come directly back from Steve's apartment?

You said two questions... Or did you stop somewhere on the way? Mr. Williams!

Maybe at August March's house.

I won't answer.

You said two questions. I answered both of them. I have said all I intend to

say. Yeah, I think you have.

Thank you.

Lupin. Lupin, you're overwrought.

You're overwrought. Sit down and let me pour you a draught to cool your fears

and your fevers. No, I tell you, they suspect me.

They suspect you, too. I could see the direction his questions were taking.

They are men of small minds, Lupin.

Naturally, they suspect you and me and everybody.

That's the way they solve crimes.

They consider everyone guilty.

When you cast your net over every fish in the pond, you can avoid catching the

one you're after.

Now will you sit down and relax?

No, I will not relax.

Oh, and what will you do instead?

Nothing.

I will have nothing more to do with this whole affair.

I came here only to tell you that I have washed my hands of this whole dirty

business.

As of now, I will have nothing more to do with it.

As you wish.

I hadn't contemplated calling on you for additional services in any case.

Well, it's just as well.

I'm sure it is. Now will you sit down and have a drink?

No.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Lupin.

Cesare, take off your magnifying glasses and put on your thinking cap. You ought

to make me a masterpiece.

Our overly fidgety and tiresomely tense director of the Museum of Oriental Art,

Mr. Gustav Lupin.

Lupin lived alone except for a cook and a houseboy.

Houseboy let in a visitor around 9.30 last night.

Any description?

An oriental gentleman wearing thick glasses between 40 and 50.

Well, that's a big help. Oriental between 40 and 50 wearing thick glasses.

Anything else?

Lupin excused the houseboy for the evening.

He has a room and a bath above the garage, separate from the house.

He didn't see anything. He didn't hear anything.

When he came down this morning, there was Lupin hanging in the living room.

Dino? Right now, more than anything else, I want you to find that oriental

gentleman between 40 and 50 with thick glasses.

This is all we've got left.

I don't know what use they'll be to you.

They're only inventories dating to 1968.

You'll never know, miss. Thank you.

By the way, this seems to be Mr. Lupin's engagement book for this year.

January, February.

March are all filled in.

April and May are completely blank.

His appointment starts in again the 1st of June.

Mr. Lupin was out of the country during April and May.

Oh? Why was that?

He always traveled during those months, visiting museums, inspecting

collections, making acquisitions for the museum.

I see.

Where did he go?

That would be under foreign itinerary.

Before night can hurt.

Here it is.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Manila?

May 8th through May 14th.

I remembered something here.

On May 12th, I was approached on Abinida Street near Azcariga in Manila by a man

who offered me $100 if I'd carry a package to Honolulu for him.

This is the testimony of Seaman Dan Mazookian at his preliminary hearing.

Has Mazookian been transferred to a federal prison on the mainland yet?

Not yet.

Okay.

Take this photograph of Lupin out to Halawa Jail and see if he recognizes

him. Okay, Steve.

Chief Fong is looking at some blood samples now. He ought to have something

for you pretty soon.

In the meantime, look at these.

Look at these rope marks.

How deeply they've cut into the tissue.

It's like tire tracks.

Fascinating, Doc, but what am I looking for?

It's what you won't find.

Blood. No bleeding from these abrasions. Not a drop.

You mean he was dead before the rope was put around his neck?

That's exactly what I mean.

It's called killing yourself the hard way.

That's him.

The man they approached you in Manila? Yeah, that's him.

Jay. Dan. Oh, here you are.

Say, did Doc Bergman mention finding any needle marks on the cadaver?

No. Needle marks?

He died of an overdose of drugs. A massive overdose.

Now, either Lupin was a drug addict... where someone held him down and pumped

him full.

A drug addict.

I'm quite certain, Mr. McGarrett, that you didn't come here to admire my

collection. But now that you're here, what do you think of it?

You're right. I didn't come here to admire it. But now that I'm here, I

wouldn't mind examining bills of sale for all of these subjects.

I resent that.

I like your collection, Mr. McGarrett. Mine has never come under the scrutiny

of a grand jury.

Not yet.

In order to make your visit as brief as possible, I should like to state

categorically that I have no knowledge of your personal problem with the

Tomokazu Natsuki.

I can shed no light on your continuing investigation into the smuggling of

artworks. I'm completely unaware of any reason for Gustav Lupin's suicide.

Murder?

Pardon me.

You said suicide.

Your friend Lupin was murdered.

Poor baby.

I had no idea.

And Kim Chung Lo was murdered.

I'm afraid I know nothing of any Kim Chung Lo.

You do now, Mr. March.

You know two things about him. That he was murdered and that I know he was

murdered.

Think about it.

It sounds authentic, Steve.

Lupin was mainlining H to the tune of $200 a day.

The museum paid him $22,000 a year. Well, that wouldn't get him very far.

No, but it's getting us someplace.

Steve? Yeah, Duke, what do you got? I think this answers the description.

It's still wet.

There's a back view of him going into March's house about an hour before this.

And six or seven shots of delivery vans and other people.

But I thought you'd want to see this one right away.

Yeah.

Oriental?

40 to 50?

Thick glasses, all right.

Okay.

Show this picture to Lupin's house boy.

He confirms the fact that this is the man who visited Lupin last night.

I want a 24-hour stakeout on March's house, and I want this man picked up.

We got a pretty good make on you, Cesare.

You've been placed in Lupin's home within three hours of the coroner's

estimate of the time of his death. Now, that's enough to hold you on you right

there. We want more.

I want to know the full involvement of your employer, March, in the smuggling

of artworks in and out of Hawaii.

Mr. March is not my employer. He's merely... Merely what?

Acquaintance. Okay, you can call him anything you want. I want to know where

he stands.

I want to know where he stands in this operation.

Is he running it alone?

Does he have an organization?

I don't know anything about an organization.

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

Okay, Cesare, let me explain something to you.

You're facing a murder rap.

Maybe two.

Murder in the first degree.

Now, I can throw the book at you.

I have enough evidence to put you away for the rest of your natural life.

Steve, it's Manicote.

Yeah, John.

Yeah, I just read it.

No, no, I understand.

No sorrier than I am.

I have a few loose ends to tie up and...

I'll surrender myself in the morning.

Right. Okay, John.

Wherever you've been, I called you over two hours ago. I said come at once.

I was stopped at the gate. By whom?

Mr. McGarrett's men. They took me with them to his office, and he questioned

me. He questioned me at great length.

Questioned you about what?

About you, Mr. March.

The smuggling, the consulates, the merchant marine.

He questioned me, and he threatened me.

Threatened you?

About what?

About the killings of Mr.

Lupin and Mr.

Kim.

And then he let me go.

Why did he do that?

Because of this, Mr. March.

He's no longer the police, Mr. March, as you can see.

So he cannot question me anymore.

But even before this, when he's allowed to question me, I told him nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

So you see, your plan has worked to perfection.

McGarrett's been indicted.

Cesare.

Cesare.

In a world growing dark with treachery and boorishness, you

remain a searchlight of loyalty and good breeding.

How am I ever to repay you, my good friend, for all your many services on my

behalf? You will give me the rat, Mr. March.

What rat?

The rat of McGarrett, she had me substitute with the stolen Netscape.

The day I hid in the armored car, that will be my payment.

The rat.

You're an idiot.

Mr. March, I've committed thefts for you.

I've undertaken smuggling for you. I've twice murdered for you.

And I've paid you a fortune.

I'm grateful.

However, I'm thinking what might be on your mind.

This Suzari.

He's beginning to be a problem.

He knows too much.

And one day, I must be finished with him.

Same way I was finished with Mr. Lupin and Mr. Kim.

I can assure you, such a thought has never occurred to me.

Perhaps not.

But I think I will have the rat, Mr. March.

If I have the rat, I'll be termed insurance.

Go to hell, Cesare.

If you so wish it, Mr. March.

Before I go, may I use your telephone, please, to call Mr. McGarrett?

All right.

This rat, as I said before, you're an idiot.

Just watch.

Put the gun down.

Nice and easy.

Hand me the rat.

It's been done.

Not only are you an idiot, you're a rat.

My Tamukazu.

Without this, we had no case.

But with it, we can prove that you ordered the substitution.

And that means that you had the stolen Itan in your possession all along.

You have no proof.

His word against mine, August, March.

August, March.

Respected patron of the arts who knew how to use people's weaknesses against

them. Lupin's drug habit. Kim Lo Chung's Hawaiian mistress.

Use their weaknesses to...

Force them to do what they didn't want to do? Well, the state is going to force

you to do something for a long, long time, Mr. March.

Brace yourself, McGarrett.

My army of lawyers will bury you.

Legally, of course.

Book them.

Murder one.

Who would have thought indicting you would crack the case for us? Yeah.

March was so eager to see me nailed.

He never stopped to wonder why we released Suzari.

Pretty good-looking collection, huh? Beautiful collection, I know, but not

nearly so beautiful as the one we've got out there in the car.

John McGarrett.

You know those details that I said I wanted to clear up before turning myself

in?

Yeah, well, I just cleared them up.

Yeah, I've got the rats.

Both of them.

And they're not carved ones either.

Yeah.