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Don't make it any easier for the sniper than it already is. Now, he plans well

and he shoots even better. He's using a rifle with a night scope, probably a

starlight. Make yourselves vulnerable and he'll nail you.

How is he?

He's still alive. I think we have the guy who killed Ichiro and Mifune.

Sure you do, Pally.

We're going to need two HPD uniforms, one for Dino and one for me.

If that complaint turns out to be from the sniper, you're a dead man, Steve.

We set the trap. We'll be the bait.

Yes. I'd like to report a fire.

It's behind my office in the alley.

Same place as last week. It's in a rubbish bin.

It's right off of Chaplain Lane.

When are you going to clean that grill, Matt?

Christmas. Whether it needs it or not.

Delta 12.

Trash fire in alley behind Chaplain Lane.

Hey, the indigestion's free.

Buy some grill cleaner.

What are you?

Ralph Nader?

Delta 12, 10-4.

How did it start?

Kids probably.

We'll have it out in a moment.

That's got to be 150 yards anyway.

And at night.

How we doing, Captain?

I don't know with this.

Anyone got any guesses why he shot from here?

Good angle down the alley, elevator next door.

Do we have a medical report yet?

Just the preliminary.

Small caliber slug that shattered on impact.

A hot load of hollow white.

Steve, an office window was left open at the other end of this floor, right over

the trash bin.

The door was jimmied with a knife.

Good, Jen, good. See what else he can come up with.

The sniper could have started the fire, moved to this office for a better angle,

and so the fireman couldn't see him.

He knew that squad car would follow up fire.

But could he have known...

Which individual police officer would answer the call?

No, he couldn't. Not here.

We're at the intersection of three patrol districts.

Any of three cars could have responded.

And we've had a few trash fires lately.

The kids like to watch the trucks roll.

If it was a thrill killing, wouldn't he have shot at the fireman, too?

I'm afraid he wanted a cop, Captain.

What else, then?

Just footprints, but two sets. They probably belong to the painters who've

been working here.

Well, what about over here where the sniper stood?

Anything? No.

Nothing. He probably stood on the straw.

Particulous fellow.

Lots of muscle, too, Steve.

Better raise that window.

Mm-hmm.

You know, pussycat, keep the size and power of that guy in mind, Don, when you

put it through the computer. I want a complete readout.

Underground groups, revolutionaries, juvenile gangs, hitmen, psychos.

The works.

I know. I know. The list is long.

Take a week.

Better not take a week. Chin will give you a hand.

Then I'll take two weeks.

If the shooter didn't want Officer Ichiro in particular...

I'm afraid that some guy or some group has declared war on the police

department, Captain.

Do me a favor, though. Make a little steam off those passes, will you? Cup

kicks. You got it.

Let's get out of here. What's happening?

Hey, Tim, what's going on?

Not a lot, not a lot, you know.

You know, Sarge learned how to throw them passes throwing grenades at the

Viet Cong.

Yeah, yeah, just killing time.

Go get your welfare check, Bob.

Take it easy, Sarge. All righty.

Hey, you better watch your step, pal.

Pro's gonna be knocking your door down if you ain't careful. Oh, yeah.

You can help negotiate my contract.

Yeah, yeah.

Tim, what's with the long sleeves, huh? I mean, you are a bust.

I thought you were off the stuff, huh?

Well, yeah, you know, I'm down to meth, but I got the shorts again.

Oh, you got the shorts again, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

You know, that's a hundred bucks you owe me, you know.

I wonder when the tide's gonna go out.

Well, at that hot pot shop where you work, many buy used stuff, don't they?

They do.

Well, I'll bring you some.

No, really, I'll bring you enough to get my watch back and enough to get us

square. Yeah, sure.

Here, put this in the trunk for me.

Hey, Sarge, what kind of guitar is this you got here? Is this a Martin? Yeah,

it's one of the best. Leave it alone.

Come on, shut the trunk. Let's go.

Honolulu Police Department.

They're doing it again.

What are they doing, sir?

Skateboarding. Dozens of them. Right under my window.

3-7.

Complaint of noisy skateboarders behind condominium at 8809 Liakua Street.

3-7-10-4.

It's indeed SIGM Crime Crushers.

Ah, what a pleasant surprise.

What's happening?

Thank you.

Sarge. Oh.

You're gonna come down on me for that, huh?

Well, posing as a war veteran's a violation of your parole.

People hire ex-Marines. They don't hire ex-cons.

True?

Well, just don't build yourself up into some big hero, eh?

Ah, big hero.

Beds made, my shoes are shined.

What happened to 38?

Police snuck it. They dug out of your spine. You used to keep it in this.

Hey, now, you're not gonna believe this, but I got drunk one night and I thought

it was a beer nutter.

Oh, come on, George. I'm long past that. I'm into living now.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, so I hear.

You know, your basketball prowess made the Sunday papers.

You're a regular Jerry Lucas on wheels.

Yeah.

You know, I'm getting a tingling sensation in my left leg.

They said if things go right, you know, my legs will be as strong as my arms.

Did Dr. Reston say that?

Yeah, he sent my x-rays to some specialists at Queens Hospital.

They're doctors that get guys like myself back on their feet.

Well, it's something to work for, Purdy, if the doctors are for it. If?

Oh, you're so inspiring.

And what's Tim Ryder?

He's just a hype. He's drying out. You know, I give him some money once in a

while to buy some methadone.

He's already selling the methadone he gets from the clinic.

And he's got a record.

Shut him off, Sarge.

You know, your visits have a very therapeutic effect on me, Mr. Atwater.

Like a root canal.

You're doing OK, Purdy.

Just clean up your act.

Echo 2, need a 10-6 on that accident.

Just a little bumper tag, 10-8.

Honolulu Police Department.

There's something at my window.

Your address, please.

A scratching sound, like long fingernails clawing. Is someone

there? No, I'm alone.

Is there someone at the window?

I'm afraid to look any closer.

Could be the wind.

Might be that prowler.

Romeo 4-1.

Possible prowler at 2809 Lanikai.

Romeo 4-1. I'm only a few blocks away from there.

10-4.

Your nearest backup is on a 10-14.

Negative on the backup.

That's Mrs. Pilcher with some chocolate brownies.

Her Social Security check must have come today.

Get a recipe.

Be careful of the new plants.

No signs of anyone, Mrs. Pelcher.

Well, there was a strange noise at my window.

Ooh, gave me the willies.

And that's Ms. Pelcher.

I smell something.

Brownies? Aha, there's some bloodhound in you, Mr. Mifune.

You're gonna be a detective one day.

Come.

Romeo 4-1 with 10-8 on the primo brownies.

What about the recipe, Romeo?

They're made from scratch.

And if you stop by, she'll give you the full instructions and some fine coffee.

I just might.

Isn't that sweet?

No job too small for the HPD.

Probably looks something like this. The ingredients are all ordinary household

materials. Nothing traceable.

You mean a Molotov cocktail to start a trash fire?

Ichiro was set up. Pure and simple. But we still don't know the why of it. Why

the sniper shot and why now?

Ambushers are installing the mainland.

Yeah.

That's what I'm afraid of, Captain. The trend may be moving west.

If it was an underground revolutionary group, they would have taken credit for

the kill by now.

Captain.

Let's go into a prevent defense.

Two men in every squad car.

Reinforce them with a hot squad in unmarked cars.

Now, I have a hunch that our sniper is a loner.

With two men in every squad unit, he can't count on disabling them both.

Not if they're careful. Hold it, Steve. You're talking about several thousand

dollars extra to cover the same patrol area.

Do you remember how much trouble we had trying to get a raise last year? You bet

I remember.

I'm all for it. My men would love nothing more.

But how do I justify the expense to the guys... I'll talk to the city council,

I'll talk to the mayor. Get you some extra dough.

You can tell your watch commander to start tonight.

You must have a major credit card.

Dad, Captain Sakai.

Get out the reserve list.

All patrol units go out with two men tonight.

And unmark cars for backup.

I know.

But McGarrett says he can cut some money loose for us.

I'll tell him.

My lieutenant says bless you, and he'll send you the bill.

I heard that, Lieutenant.

This man knives a detective.

Name's Hardichek.

Strictly blade man.

Too small, anyway.

Nathan Purdy.

Wounded in a bank shootout.

You know him? He's on parole.

No. But he says he's a paraplegic.

Oh, yeah.

Greg Little.

He's inside.

It's a beautiful night still warm.

The traits are up.

This is Mrs. Pelcher at 2809 Lanakai.

Which window, Mrs. Pelcher?

All right, stay on the phone while I call a car, please.

Romeo 4-1, prowler at 2809 Lanikai.

Suspect on the west side of the house.

She sounds really scared, Jack.

Romeo 41, 10-4, on our way.

He's not at the window now.

I don't know where he went.

Turn on all your lights, Mrs. Belcher.

All of them. The front one first.

Yeah.

So don't be alarmed if you hear. There was a man.

Oh, my

God.

Come on, sweetheart.

10-15, 10-15, Romeo 41.

We're fully down, condition C.

A setup.

We need an ambulance, fast.

I can't tell you what he looked like, but you can be positive.

There was a prowler at my window last night.

As true as I'm sitting here.

I have no doubts about that, Mrs. Pilcher.

How's the court right doing?

Better. They're putting his hip back together with pins.

They found a whole slug in Mifune. May have something for ballistics.

How is dear Mr.

Mifune?

He died early this morning, ma'am.

Oh.

How horrible.

He was so nice to me.

Sorry.

That's too soft a whole footprint, Steve.

Well, it held these wheel marks, though, if that's what they are.

Steve?

There's your wheel marks.

Yeah, I guess so.

You may want to talk to Sarah Hale, our dispatch operator.

She said Mrs. Pelcher was pretty scared, more than on her other prowler calls.

Oh, I'm convinced that Mrs. Pelcher had a real prowler. What bothers me is how

the sniper knew she had called in previously.

Now, when Officer Ichiro was murdered, he could have read about those trash

fires in the newspaper, but not this.

Could be using a scanner.

That's what I'm afraid of, Dano.

Captain, let's tape record everything from now on. The telephone calls to HPD

as well as the radio talk.

And, uh, I'd like to have the dispatch tapes for the last couple of weeks sent

over to my office.

Will do.

What's happening?

What's in the box, dude?

I got some bad news for you, Timmy boy.

This is pre-stereo.

With somebody's social security number on the back.

This junk here cost 20 bucks to make it worth 10.

What is this garbage you're laying on me, huh?

What are you talking about, sir? This stuff here is worth a few hundred bucks.

Come on.

This here, you can buy it for 20 bucks at a discount store. Brand new. Get this

junk out of here, man.

What are you giving me?

Nothing.

Uh, where's my watch?

I lost your watch.

Lost it?

Well, you better find it, buddy.

I'll find it, buddy.

And you better find yourself a new bank.

My pro-office told me you've been stroking me, pal.

I am cutting you off.

You didn't tell him how I was your orderly in the prison hospital, did you?

You didn't tell him how I wheeled your fat duff around for about six months

after some rookie cop put a .38 slug up your spine. You didn't tell him that,

did you, war hero?

Bugger off, pal.

Some war hero shot in the back, running away.

And your basketball buddies, they'd laugh for a week if they knew that the

only action their war hero ever saw was some funky bank robbery.

And the only thing you got out of it was a wheelchair.

You just bought the farm.

Everybody got your hot sheets?

Okay. Now, we're still on two-man cars.

And we've got some new lightweight flak vests for those of you who want to carry

them around.

You won't sweat so much in these, and no one's gonna question that you're studs.

Now, when you go out there...

Use every brain cell you've got.

Every damn one of you is a target.

This man over here, if you haven't met him, is Steve McGarrett, head of 5-0.

Steve. Thanks, Sergeant.

I would just like to second the motion of your watch commander here.

Don't make it any easier for the sniper than it already is.

He's using a rifle with a night scope, we think, probably a starlight, which

means that he can... I see you clearly from 150 yards.

Now, he plans well and he shoots even better.

He's fired three rounds so far.

He's put two in the ten ring and one in the four.

Make yourselves vulnerable and he'll nail you.

Sir, are you saying that officers Ashiro and Mifune made some mistakes?

No. No, I'm saying that there is no friendly territory anymore.

Not until we nail this sniper.

You must avoid making yourselves vulnerable no matter where you patrol

tonight.

Just what do you suggest, Mr. McGarrett?

I suggest that you remember three words on every call.

Ichiro, eifune, and Cartwright.

That's good leather. They don't make them like that anymore.

Yeah. Why don't you see what's inside?

That's some guitar.

Yeah, you know it.

How much?

600 bucks, if that's the kind of scope I think it is.

Uh... There's some kind of mix-up. I had a party last night.

Somebody's got my guitar. What a party.

Yeah. If you can't find your guitar...

You got the better end of the deal. I'll give you 800.

No, I can't. It's not mine, really.

Hello? Is Duke there?

Alpha 2. Give me a 10-6 on that.

Romeo 4-1.

Prowler at 2809 Lanikai.

Suspect to the west side of the house.

She's really scared, Jack.

Steve. Romeo 41. 10-4. Yeah, then. What are we doing for a break?

An old man found this watch hanging on a bush across the street from the Pelcher

house.

Was it running when he found it?

Yeah. And he remembers hearing a car pull away just minutes after Mifune and

Cartwright were ambushed.

His house is behind the driveway where we found a spent shell.

First Marines, Tim Ryder, H Battery, 3rd Battalion.

Artillery spotters were issued starlight scopes and they were doing forward

observation. I requested a C&C from Washington and the Marine Corps is

pulling a stat on his file.

What about a driver's license on this bird?

Stale address, YMCA.

Well, there were paint spots on the watch crystal. Chase scraped them for

analysis. Paint spots?

Steve.

We're on our way to Oney's pawn shop on Hotel Street.

A doper brought in a rifle with a night scope and a guitar case.

Changed his mind and ran.

No license number. Get over there fast.

On it.

Now, I've been going over these tapes.

After he hears two or three legitimate calls, our sniper instigates his own

from the same address.

He knows that they won't send a second car back up because it's not dangerous.

If he's picking up our callbacks, he's monitoring us with a pretty good

scanner. Yeah.

Which means he hears everything.

Everything, even our stakeouts.

Can't change all the channels. How do we shut him out?

We don't shut him out.

Do you remember a poem by Edward Markham?

He drew a circle that shut me out.

Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.

But good and I had a wit to win.

We drew a circle and took him in.

That's what we're going to do.

We're going to take him in. We're going to create our own setup.

You mean two or three fake calls?

Right. At an address we like, with enough manpower to bottle him up.

Might work.

If I know that mentality, it will work.

When he saw what he had in the guitar case, he couldn't get out of here fast

enough. And he wanted me to believe that it wasn't his.

Well, you think it was his?

Yeah, you know these heavy dosers, they steal so much they don't know what they

got. You're sure it was a rifle with a night scope?

Yeah, it's a gun that looks like Flash Gordon invented.

And the scope had a battery attachment.

What makes you think he was a dope addict?

The long sleeves, fidgety, drove an old beat-up car.

Sorry about the license plate number.

If you'd like, I could come downtown and give your artist a pretty good

description. We could use it, Oney.

Hey, Purdy, get in here. I'm having a little trouble with these guys.

Oh, not today, brah.

Have you seen Tim?

It's right down Hotel Street.

It's open, Sweets. Come on in.

Sweets? He must mean you.

Who is Sweets?

Oh, sorry, Mr. McGarrett, but a couple of stewardesses helped us move in.

You guys aren't supposed to be having too much fun on this detail.

Excuse me, sir, I don't even understand what this detail is about.

McDougal says all we have to do is create some kind of disturbance with the

hi-fi? That's right.

We'll turn in three or four complaints about your loud music.

Dispatch will send out a patrol unit each time.

And hopefully, hopefully the sniper will...

tune in and use this place for another attack.

I suppose he doesn't buy it.

Well, then we'll try a different type of complaint.

But, uh, I have absolute faith in your ability to create a disturbance.

This should do it.

Are they our guys in that wagon out there?

Yes, sir.

We've got the whole area covered.

I'm wondering if we need this set up, Steve.

We've got a good description of Ryder, and we've got an APB out on him.

Yeah, it's possible he's our man, Dano.

But two police officers are dead and the third is almost crippled. And it may be

a while yet before we pick him up. I just can't see how a heroin addict like

Ryder can qualify for that sort of precision rifle work.

Now, we're dealing with a guy who's turned cop killing into a science.

Are you ready, sweets?

Yes, sir.

Captain Sakai, please.

Captain McGarrett.

I think we're all set on this end.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thank you.

Okay. Give us time to get downstairs and then wake the dead.

Let's go, Dana.

Put this on the radio just as you would any other call. Then repeat it in 20

minutes, okay?

Bravo 22.

Complaint of noisy hi-fi at Monoluan Apartments, Hawaii Kai.

Inquire within.

Bravo 22, 10-4.

10, 15, 25.

And if you find your guitar, stop by. We may still have this for you.

Delta 6 Dispatch, is this right or wanted on the killing of Ichiro and

Mifune? 10-4, Delta 6.

How stupid can you get, Callie?

701 suspect just passed Malka in Punchbowl.

Have we heard anything from Che on that whole slug they got out of Maifumi? No,

Steve. Nothing new on the weapon either.

701 suspect proceeding Malka on Punchbowl driving a yellow 68 Cougar.

Plates 5 Bravo 8 0 0 0.

501 dispatch.

We can intercept at H1 freeway.

He's still alive.

Get an ambulance and a mobile lab out of here.

Look at this, Stan.

We got a 10-10 on the H-1 Halawa Heights off-ramp. And we need a mobile lab.

It's the 701 suspect, Tim Ryder.

Ambulance and lab are rolling.

This is Captain Sakai requesting a 10-6 on the suspect.

It looks like he's bought it, Captain.

I think we have the guy who killed Ichiro and Mifune.

Yeah.

Sure you do, Pally.

Right. Thanks.

Ryder's condition is unstable.

They don't know when he'll regain consciousness, if ever.

Do we have any kind of address on him?

Nope. He probably lived out of that car.

See? Got his Marine personnel file.

He was a forward of Zulu to Vietnam.

Good one, too.

Decorated twice, wounded twice at the siege of Pleiku.

Expert rifleman.

No psychiatric disorders.

Honorably discharged.

Who could that tell us?

He turned on to drugs, maybe.

Couldn't adjust.

I had some doubts, too.

But Ryder's watch was found a block from the setup on Mifune and Cartwright.

Now, it isn't as though we were trying to frame him.

I know the evidence is knee deep, but I just can't accept the fact that a junkie

could shoot that well.

Yeah?

It's for you, J-4.

Yeah, Che, what do you got?

You sure?

Yeah. Yeah, I've got him.

Thank you.

Ryder's prints were all over the rifle.

It fired the slug taken from Mayfuni's body. And the paint on that watch

crystal puts him in the office the night Ichiro was killed.

I would say that clinches it.

I'm on my way to roll call.

Anything to tell the men?

Yeah.

Tell him to go on one-man patrols as of now.

He must have quite a bit on his right again.

He'll have to sustain a conviction and relax a little.

We'll react only a little, Captain.

The hearts and minds of the criminal community do not change overnight.

McDougal, party's over.

We've got our sniper in the jail ward at Queens Hospital.

Glad to hear that, sir. You're not the only one.

Tell everyone to pack it in and come on downtown.

You're going back to work.

Honolulu Police Department.

Your address, sir?

We'll send a car as soon as one is available.

Lunch is on me, gentlemen.

It's the least I can do after putting you through all that paperwork.

Really gonna spring, huh?

Yes?

A man just called this in.

Complaint of a noisy hi-fi in the Monoluan apartments in Hawaii Kai.

Inquire within.

Monoluan? That's where we had the stakeout team. Yeah. But I relieved

them. I called off the stakeout. That complaint couldn't have come because of

them.

Uh, this is McGarrett. Exactly what did the man say?

He lives in the Monoluan apartments, hasn't been able to sleep because of a

loud hi-fi that was on all night.

You know, by some screwy coincidence, this could be legitimate.

Wait a minute.

Which patrol unit would take that call?

Bravo 22.

Officer Blankenship. He's just going on duty now.

Hold him.

Hold him, please.

Captain, we're going to need two HPD uniforms.

One for Dan and one for me.

Uniforms? If that complaint turns out to be from the sniper, you're a dead man,

Steve. We set the trap.

We'll be the bait.

I heard where you're going.

Good luck.

What's that?

It's my rabbit's foot.

You might need it.

Yeah, I might.

Thank you.

Steve, wait a minute.

I can flood that area with 20 cars, seal it off. Now, why take chances?

We don't know what this cat looks like. If a bunch of cars roar in, he'll just

dump the weapon and take off, Doc.

No, thank you.

I'll give you 15 minutes after you're on location.

If I don't hear from you, we're coming in.

Bravo 22.

Complaint of a noisy hi-fi in garage at Monoluan Apartments, Hawaii Kai.

Inquire within.

A little different from cruising in an unmarked car, isn't it? Yeah.

Feels like we're riding in a billboard advertising a cop.

Everybody knows exactly who we are before we can even see them.

And somebody said that cops are overpaid?

The Moanaloon is around the next corner, Dano. Get ready.

Bravo 22.

On location investigating.

Hey! Well, it's about time.

Did you stop for a beer or something? Oh, I can imagine. It's a rape or

robbery or something.

You're old by now, huh?

Are you the tenant that complained about the noise?

Damn right I am.

I have these bad migraine headaches from this war injury.

I can live without this racket.

We'll take care of it.

You'll find that the doors are locked. You'll have to go in through the

sunroof. We'll handle it.

It's a good call, huh?

Looks that way.

This is the sniper?

Sure was.

Surprise, huh?

Two in the tenry.

Not too bad, sir, considering how vulnerable you were.

Thanks for the issue, Roberts, but I needed it.