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Thank you.

which is still unknown.

To those of you who have just tuned in, this is Bill Hines reporting to you on

Channel 9.

We're at the scene of a fire which broke out sometime last night in the new

Global Trade Center.

The Global Trade Center, completed less than a month ago, and expected to serve

as a nerve center for expanding trade in the southern hemisphere, is now a

flaming inferno.

At present, there are no deaths.

They're going to be late to the office.

Look.

Oh,

no, that's her building.

And then what's the night?

How did it start?

I don't know.

It's me. Have you heard?

Oh, you... Are you kidding?

There's nothing else on TV.

What are we gonna do?

Just listen, but don't write anything down.

Pack some things, then drive north on 83 to Kahuku.

There's a house a half a mile off the main road on the right. You'll find a

key under the mat. Wait there for me.

When are you gonna get there?

As soon as I can. But don't tell anyone where you're going.

Not your wife, not your best friend, no one. You got that?

Yeah, I got that.

Marty, we're in this together, and I'm the only one who can help you.

I'm your only chance.

Remember that.

A little trip.

Nothing to worry about.

Marty, you're in some kind of trouble.

The fire?

No, no.

Nothing like that. I know you're in trouble. I can always tell. What is it?

I can't talk right now. I'll call you later, huh?

Marty!

Where are you going?

Right now, it's better if you don't know.

Why?

Because what you don't know, you can't tell anybody.

I just heard the news, sir.

Steve?

I believe you know Fire Commissioner Lawson? Yes, Ralph. How are you? And

Commissioner Barnes, building and safety.

Commissioner?

The fire is finally under control, Steve.

We're just lucky it happened before most people came to work.

What's the final casualty count, sir?

Three dead.

Twelve injured. Two just hanging on.

Four of those injured were firemen.

A global trade center.

A link between the Orient and the Western world. A link of commerce, of

friendship. All races, all nations.

Now that dream has turned to ashes.

And not by accident, Steve.

Are you suggesting arson? Not exactly.

Ralph?

Well, the fire started from an electrical overload.

But it spread so fast, the fire marshal got suspicious, and he started an

investigation right away, even before the fire had gone out.

Now, here's what he's found so far.

Wire is too thin to carry the electric load.

Sheep wallboard.

Those fragments are part of a wall that should have been fire-retardant steel.

We suspect the whole building is substandard, at least half a dozen ways.

In effect, we're dealing with murder, Steve. Murder by fraud and criminal

negligence.

Who was the building contractor?

Rogers. Martin Rogers.

We've been trying to reach him all morning, but no luck so far.

Oh, a contractor couldn't pull this off alone, Governor.

It calls for a building inspector who approves the work, with something green

passing between them.

Who was the building inspector on this job?

Could have been any one of a half a dozen men.

My assistant's checking it out now.

Let's get down to your office and find out what he's learned.

Governor, we'll keep in touch, sir. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Could you come into my office, Vince, and bring the Trade Center file?

Vince Maynard, my top inspector.

Steve McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0. Mr. Maynard?

5-0.

Am I to assume we're under investigation?

Would that disturb you?

I've never been one to enjoy Big Brother looking over my shoulder.

But as to being disturbed, the answer is negative.

We're always looking for flaws in our system, with or without outside help.

Maybe we can help you find some of those flaws. Right now, we're looking for...

You're looking for one individual.

The inspector who made the final approval on the Global Trade Center.

The final inspection was made by Joe Kimura.

Kimura?

Are you sure?

There it is in black and white. That's his signature.

The last one I would have suspected.

25-year man in the bureau.

Due to retire soon.

I know how you feel about the old-timers, Commissioner, but you

know... If they'd been running such a tight ship, you wouldn't have had to

call me in from the mainland.

Where's Kimura now?

He's in the field.

Can't tell you exactly where.

Let's bring him in for questioning.

Yes, sir. I'll see if I can find him.

Oh, Mr. Maynard, just a minute.

I'll have one of my men go along with you.

Assistance or supervision, Mr. McGarrett?

Let's find Joe Kimura first, and we'll discuss definitions later.

Use your phone.

Operator, get me the 5-0 office, please.

Steve. Yeah, Dad. I checked with Roger's office.

He hasn't come in this morning, and no one knows when he will be in. What about

his home?

Negative. I called his wife. She doesn't know where he is either, but here's the

address.

Get a description?

Yeah.

Get out on APB. Special attention, docks and airports. Let's hope he hasn't

skipped the island already.

Right.

The morrow in here, he left about a half hour ago. That narrows it down to about

six sides.

We better get started.

Look, why don't we split them up? Three and three.

Settle all the time.

Makes sense.

Mrs. Rogers?

Yes?

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0. May I speak to you a moment, please?

I don't know what there is to talk about. Your assistant already called me

today. I told him Marty left yesterday, and I don't know where he is.

Well, you don't seem worried.

Why should I be worried? He's gone on trips before.

Without telling you where?

I don't keep tabs on him, Mr. McGarrett.

That's what Pat did, his first wife.

I don't want to be another ex-wife.

Do you know why we're looking for him?

The fire?

Yes. I'm sorry for those people who were injured and killed in the fire.

And I know Marty is, too.

Then you've lied to me.

What do you mean?

You just told me that your husband left yesterday.

Now, if you've discussed the fire with him, that means you've either seen him

this morning or talked to him on the telephone.

Which is it?

I don't have to discuss this with you.

I'm not a criminal.

Somebody is, Mrs. Rogers.

Somebody is responsible for those injuries and deaths.

Now, I've seen the evidence.

Cheap, penny-saving, substandard materials that went up like a tinderbox.

Whoever put those things into that building might just as well have held a

gun to his victims' heads.

Not Marty.

Marty wouldn't do that sort of thing.

He's a decent, honest man.

So you leave him alone.

Do you hear me? Just leave him alone!

Central, McGarrett. Give me a patch of 5-0, please.

Lukella. Duke, Steve.

I want a round-the-clock surveillance on Mrs. Betty Rogers, just in case her

husband makes contact.

Take care of it myself.

Oh, uh, any word on the building inspector, Joe Kimura?

Not yet.

Still waiting to hear from Chen and Maynard.

OK, Duke.

Kimura.

Mr. Maynard, what are you doing here?

You don't know?

No, sir.

I hear the reinforcing doesn't conform to the plans.

Wrong tensile strength. All undersized rods.

Not sold.

They're number fives.

I hear they use number threes instead of number fives.

I checked them myself.

Let's go. We'll check them again.

I hope this won't take too long. I was going on to work on my boat. This is

more important.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

Who is he?

Name's Kimura, a building inspector.

He either jumped or fell from the top.

Any witnesses?

Yeah, those kids over there, they were driving past in a car.

Who saw the fall?

I did.

Could you tell what caused it?

No. He was already in the air when I saw him.

It was terrible.

Did you notice anyone else up there with him?

No. You mean...

No one else was there, or you didn't notice?

I didn't think to look.

Okay.

Okay, that's all for now. Thank you.

It's not a load of alcohol, Steve.

Look around for a bottle down. That stuff doesn't come in paper bags.

Joe Kimura, you were supposed to bring him to the office.

I was looking for him. I'm not a 5-0 expert.

A 5-0 man was assigned to go with you. Where is he? We split up because

otherwise we'd have never finished.

There were too many places to cover.

Dano, I want a complete autopsy report.

Blood sample, condition of vital organs that works as soon as possible.

Those whiskey fumes could knock you out.

Is Kimura a heavy drinker? I don't know, but the trade center fire, three people

dead because of him. How much can a man have on his conscience before he cracks?

I'll skip over the obvious traumas caused by a high fall and get to the

heart of the matter. Yeah, please do, Doug.

Blood chemistry, Kimura Joseph.

Alcohol content, 0.03 milligrams per 100 cc of blood.

Now, if a man drinks one ounce of whiskey, he will have 50 milligrams of

alcohol in a sample of blood that size.

If he's a heavy drinker, he'll have a...

100 milligrams or more.

But 0.03%. That's negligible.

Could be what's left of a cocktail he had the night before.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that Joe Kimura was not drinking when he fell?

Not for many hours, at least.

Then all that alcohol on the corpse could have been a plant to deceive us.

To cover a homicide.

I should have known better.

Drinkers don't pour booze on their clothes.

They pour it in their mouths.

That ties in with what I found at the building site.

Neck of a whiskey bottle, cap still sealed.

Nobody opens a bottle like this if they plan to drink out of it. So I would

assume then that somebody wanted to make it appear that Kimura was drinking

heavily because of some guilt feelings, when maybe he wasn't guilty at all.

But he was guilty, Steve.

He signed the inspection report on the Trade Center.

So far, all we know is that this inspection report was signed with Joe

Camora's name.

Now, get this over to Chae Fong in the lab. Tell him I want it checked against

every conceivable test report.

Where you been?

What took you so long?

There's been a lot going on, Marty. Things I had to handle.

How come I'm the one who has to run and hide?

Because you're the one they're looking for. You put up the building.

You made the final inspection.

Wrong, Marty.

Final approval was given by Inspector Joe Kimura.

Kimura?

I never heard of him. Well, that's what the record shows.

And I don't know whether you heard, but Kimura got drunk and jumped off the new

Alema building.

Kimura never came near the Trade Center.

And you know that.

Marty, listen to me.

All you've got to do is lie low here until the heat's off.

They'll never be able to bring charges because the man they think you conspired

with is dead.

This place belong to you?

Yeah.

All right.

I'll stay here for the time being, but let's get one thing straight, Maynard.

I am not taking the rap for this alone.

If I go under, you go too.

Marty, nobody's going under.

This is the inspection report with Kimura's signature on it.

The signature is authentic, as evidenced by these comparisons.

Inspection report, driver's license, social security card.

Authentic, no question about it. But look at this.

Notice the faint rectangular field around the signature.

Hardly... Visible, except by photo enlargement.

The field is actually a different color.

You've seen it. It's what happens when something is pasted on a sheet of paper

and then photocopied.

Lights, please.

But if the inspection report was doctored, you'd see it on the original.

You'd spot the paste-up job.

Exactly. So we tried to get the original, but none of your staff could

find it.

Only photocopies in the dossier.

Only photocopies everywhere.

I'm shocked.

What else can I tell you, Steve?

Who framed Joe Kimura?

Who had access and opportunity to pull off something like that?

Only one man I can think of, Steve.

A man I brought here from the mainland to update the department.

Maynard?

Exactly what was Maynard's background?

Advisor to building syndicates.

High-level construction work for the government.

And he did a column for an L.A. paper on buildings and real estate.

Top man in the field.

Top shakedown artist.

I'd hate to think so.

Commissioner, would you help me put him to a test?

Of course.

Get me Dave Harris of Harris Construction, please, on Kalakaua.

Yeah.

Put him on.

Aloha, Steve.

Dave, I have a favor to ask.

Oh, you just name it, Steve.

I want to put up a building, a defective one.

They're actually plans we considered a year ago and then abandoned.

I just had to change the date and add a few code violations.

Perfect, Dave. Perfect.

Have them delivered to the Building and Safety Bureau first thing in the

morning. I have Commissioner Barnes alerted.

You really think Maynard will hit me for a bribe so soon after the fire?

He will if he thinks he's in the clear.

Bet on it.

from Harris Builders, plans for a beachfront condominium. Look him over,

will you?

Glad to, Commissioner.

By the way, Ivo just called.

They're convinced that Kimura conspired with a contractor of a trade center.

Rest of the bureau, clean bill of health.

I could have told him that.

Special delivery, ma'am.

Thank you.

Where are you calling from?

From a phone booth, just like you said in the letter.

Honey, where are you?

Beach house on the north side of the island.

Honey, I need your help.

Of course, just tell me what you want.

Okay.

Go to Coco Marina, look for a guy named Cinto, Captain Pete Cinto.

Tell him you want to charter his boat for a fishing party to Opolu on a big

island.

Tell him he's got to keep it real private, and it's worth a thousand bucks

in advance.

Don't give him your name, huh?

Captain Pete Cinto, Coco Marina.

Don't write it down.

And memorize his phone number.

And then burn the letter I sent you, huh?

Yes, Marty.

Marty, I love you.

Yeah.

I love you, honey.

Duke, see the number that Mrs. Rogers dialed?

No, it was too far away. Couldn't get any closer without blowing his cover.

But he did notice one thing, Steve. She dialed only seven digits.

That means no area code. So if it was her husband, he's still in the island.

Or it'd have to be Rogers.

He figures we got a tap on his phone.

Chin, get some HPD back up for Duke. He must be punchy by now. But I still want

a 24-hour surveillance on Betty Rogers.

Steve, Dave Harris.

I think our fish took the bait.

He took the bait? So soon?

Just now. He suggested we have lunch today. I'm to meet him in the lanai room

at 1 o'clock.

That gives us almost two hours. Where are you now?

In my office.

Okay, stay there. We'll be right over.

Dano, go up to technical operations, requisition a CER 237.

I'll meet you in the car. Right.

There it is, the CER.

Looks like an ordinary attache case, doesn't it?

Even when you open it, there's nothing suspicious inside.

On-off switch.

Microphone.

Now make sure it's not blocked when you're recording.

And keep it as close to and main it as possible without raising his suspicion.

There it is.

Concealed electronic recorder.

Beautiful.

When do I get my 5-0 badge?

Be careful.

You might be dealing with a murderer.

Mr. Maynard. How do you do? How do you do?

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. No, no, I just got here. Please, sit down.

Gentlemen, something from the bar? Yeah, I'll have a double rub, Roy.

Tomato juice.

Well... Well, I guess we had to meet sooner or later. I've always admired

those buildings of yours.

The Oahu Towers, the Kaloa Department Store. It's beautiful.

Well, I give my architects the credit.

Someone had to hire the architects.

Thank you.

Here.

Now, let me show you some beautiful work.

Skytop. Our new concept in apartment living.

We call it seeing the future through the eyes of Hawaii's past.

Skytop, yes.

I went over the plans very carefully.

Problems? Oh, come on, Mr.

Harris. You didn't really think you were going to get away with that, did you?

Excuse me.

Tell Barbara I'll ruin the rounds.

May I use you, sir?

Thank you.

It's costs.

They're killing us.

If we stuck to each letter of the code, we'd be out of business.

Other builders manage.

Other builders get waivers sometimes.

Don't they?

Yes, under certain conditions.

What conditions?

Travel much in the islands, Mr. Harris?

Sometimes.

There's a beautiful town on Maui, a place called Kau Lui.

On the bay, north coast.

Oh, you've been there?

Once.

I wonder what the population is.

Nine, 10,000? Too low.

I'd say 50,000.

Oh? Would you agree, Mr. Harris?

Hmm.

Seems high.

Not at all.

I'd say 50,000 is exactly the right figure for that town.

Well, would you agree, Mr. Harris?

Well, I wouldn't argue with a man who knows the islands that well.

When can I... Tomorrow.

Lunch hour.

Fun lines bowling alley. Make sure you bring everything you need.

In a bowling bag.

Assuming that all conditions are met, how long does it generally take for the

waiver to go through?

I just remembered I have a call to make. Would you excuse me, please?

Certainly.

Yes, sir.

There's a call from Mr. Harris. Would you get him, please? He's on the

terrace. Of course, sir.

Mr.

Harris? Yeah? You have a phone call in the other room. Would you like to follow

me, please?

Sure.

I'd say 50,000 is exactly the right figure for that town.

That's money talk. No question about it.

Did you agree to his figure?

Naturally.

When is the drop?

Tomorrow, 12 noon, at the Fun Lane's bowling alley. I'm to bring the 50,000

in a bowling bag.

Dano, I want that bowling alley staked out.

Plainclothesmen at every door.

Money marked in the usual way.

As soon as the money changes hand, we move in.

McGarrett.

What?

He's here to see me?

All right, I'll be right out.

Don't you ever knock?

This is urgent, Mr. McGarrett. I want to report an attempted bribery.

A builder named Harris offered me money to approve faulty specifications.

I want him arrested immediately.

Or was it a case of entrapment?

Oh, there was no entrapment, Mr. Maynard, but there was an attempted

shakedown. You should know about that, huh?

And now I'm going to sue you personally for slander and defamation, as well as

the state for entrapment.

How does a cool million grab you?

Well, they're the facts, John.

He threatens to sue me personally and the state for a million dollars.

Bluff or possibility?

Anyone can sue, Steve, but winning is something else.

Determined how?

Whether the entrapment actually took place.

And he has to prove that your statement defamed him.

As I understand it, it is perfectly legal for us to provide the opportunity

for a suspect to commit a crime just so long as we do not entice him into doing

it. Is that right?

That is correct.

Well, then I can assure you, John, that no entrapment took place here, nor would

it ever be condoned by this office.

Is that verified by the tapes?

Not quite.

Unfortunately, not every word is audible, and he was very clever in his

use of language.

Who's the first to mention a bribe?

No bribe was actually mentioned.

Harris, our cooperating contractor, asks for a waiver.

How does Maynard respond?

He responds by discussing the population of Kahului.

A cover for Money Talk, John. Plain as can be.

Did he never actually mention money?

Oh, don't be naive, John.

Anybody would know exactly what he meant.

That's not good enough, Steve.

As district attorney, I have to tell you that evidence would never stand up in

court. He may not win the lawsuit, but he could hold us up in litigation for

months. Not to mention the embarrassment he would cause.

We're an investigative agency, John. I'm not worried about embarrassment.

McGarrett. Steve.

George Barnes.

Maynard just resigned.

He resigned?

Did he give a reason?

He accused me of working with you to set him up for a frame.

And that's it?

There's more to come.

After he left the office, I had a call from the airlines confirming Maynard's

reservations for the mainland tomorrow.

Now, that's a mighty fast departure.

Yes. Thank you, Commissioner.

We'll call you if anything breaks on this end.

Maynard just resigned.

He's booked on a flight to the mainland tomorrow.

After all, are you yelling about a lawsuit?

Makes no sense.

Yeah, it makes no sense if we take the lawsuit seriously.

But what if all that talk was just a smokescreen, a rearguard action to put

us off guard while Maynard was making plans to beat it and leave

Rogers on the island?

Let's put ourselves into Maynard's head.

Now, he knows that Rogers can put him away for bribery and for murder, maybe.

Which means that he could be extradited from practically any country in the

world. And Maynard's not the type to leave loose ends behind.

Exactly.

Exactly. And that's what I'm worried about, Jim.

I think that Maynard will kill Rogers before he leaves for the mainland.

And there is only one way to stop him.

She's over there, Steve.

Okay, we'll take it.

What do you want? We've got to find your husband right away. I don't know where

he is.

We think you do, or at least a phone number.

Hey, look, the lady said she didn't know, so I think that's the end of it,

mister.

How would you like to navigate into the lockup?

Now, on your way, mister.

We think your husband's life is in danger, that somebody's trying to kill

him.

Trick.

You want to find him so you can arrest him.

It's not a trick, Mrs. Rogers.

Look, there are criminal charges against your husband.

But criminal charges means a trial with legal defense, built-in protections, and

a chance to go free if he's innocent.

And survival. But if Maynard gets to him first... Maynard?

Yeah, Maynard.

We think he killed Joe Kimura, the building inspector.

And we think your husband is next.

Now, which will it be, Mrs. Rogers?

A chance for him in court or what Maynard has in mind for him?

Staying at a beach house north coast of the island.

Mention Kahuku Point.

What's the phone number there?

732-5577.

Thank you. Let's go.

McGarrett, to all available cars, Kaneohe to Kahuku Point.

Be on the lookout for Vincent Maynard, believed driving north to Kahuku.

May be driving a building and safety department vehicle.

Intercept and notify.

Central, contact the Hawaiian Telephone Company computer room. Get me an exact

location of telephone number 732-5577, please.

Yeah? Marty?

Marty, it's me. You've got to get out of there fast.

Why? What's the matter?

Maynard.

Maynard's on his way.

The police just told me.

Oh, God, get out of there, Marty!

All right.

Now, listen, don't worry.

Hold it right there, Marty.

Drop it.

This gun is loaded. Drop it.

Don't feel too bad, Marty.

I've made mistakes myself.

I'm going to show you one right now.

Your car.

Get in.

Duke, check that car.

Chen, take the back. Let's go now.

Nothing. Nothing in there, Steve.

General, get on the Horn to Central. Tell them I want roadblocks set up on

State Highway 83.

Tell them who we're looking for. Give them descriptions of Maynard and Rogers.

Right. And I want HPD chopper surveillance, too.

It could have been gardens, music, the sound of people laughing.

It was a simple ambition, really, to build the greatest hotel in the world.

Come see my hotel, Marty.

We picked the location, paid a premium price.

I stayed on the mainland to raise the money my partner came here to build.

Over there, Monty.

Over there.

Yeah, McGarrett, go ahead.

Two suspects fitting descriptions spotted by HPD chopper at the old Lagoon

Hotel complex on Lagoon Drive.

They have left their vehicle.

Advise.

All available cars proceed to that location immediately.

Stand by for instructions.

Silent approach.

I repeat, silent approach.

Let's go.

I wasn't here when they started construction, but I've seen it in my

mind a thousand times.

They brought in equipment to hammer the foundation posts into the ground, and

the posts began sinking.

Sinking!

So one by one, they disappeared forever.

This lovely sight turned out to be a sheet of lava directly over a crater.

inspectors came.

They told my partner our site was unsafe for building.

We proved to them it could be done.

New engineering techniques, slashing innovations, untried but perfectly

valid.

But the state of Hawaii said no.

And that was the end of our fortune.

My partner killed himself.

I had other plans for the glorious state of Hawaii.

McGarrett, HPD cars 12, 14, and 38 in position.

More units approaching from Mauka.

This is McGarrett. All units, take positions and stand by for instructions.

Get down here for a minute, Marty. I want to show you something.

Listen to the sound of the impact.

You hear it?

No. That's quite correct.

There was no sound. No impact.

No bottom.

Some people believe these channels lead to the fiery core of the Earth itself.

Maybe we've discovered hell.

Walk over there.

Vince, no.

Move!

Vince, no.

This is not exactly a request.

Look, I'm not gonna talk. I'd be hanging myself.

Hold it right there, Maynard.

You're covered and completely surrounded.

There'll be hundreds of cars arriving from the airport any minute. There'll be

luggage. You'll have to take them to the rooms.

Get back to your stations!

Winger!

Rogers, come out with your hands up!

Get

an

ambulance. He's bleeding.

Book of Dano.

Conspiracy, fraud, bribery, and manslaughter.

McGarrett?

Yeah.

Safety deposit box.

Alamoana Bank.

Hundred grand.

I saved on construction costs. I'll give you a full confession.

Anything you want. I can make no promises, no deal.

You got here.

That's good enough.

The last few days have been a living hell.

I guess that's better than the real kind, isn't it?