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Tell me, how did a cheap hustler like Nick Chandler get an invitation in the

first place?

Look, I want 50,000 traveling money and I want it now or I blow this whole set

up. I'm sure you'll do everything in your power to recover the mask.

I don't know how they figured this out so fast, but it isn't going to stop us.

Nothing's going to stop us. Nick, this is wrong.

I'm a cop.

And when something like this happens, it makes me wonder about the lack of

security that allowed it to happen in the first place.

That's elegant, Mr. Miles.

Really elegant.

It's amazing.

Look at that workmanship.

The credit belongs to your wife. She's a tireless worker.

She certainly is.

Let me show you some more of the collection.

Impressed, Mr. McGarrett?

Impressed? I'm overwhelmed. I've never seen anything like this.

You're Mrs. Warren, aren't you?

Alicia.

I understand that you're largely responsible for our having this

exhibition here in Hollywood.

I like to think I contributed.

Contributed? That's an understatement, isn't it?

Haven't I read someplace that you're an accomplished artist?

I dabble, paint, mostly sculpture.

Well, one of these days, maybe you can have an exhibition of your own.

Not here. The curator doesn't think very much of my work.

I had an exhibit when I lived in Portland, Oregon.

I'm afraid it wasn't very successful.

Isn't there an old cliche about no one being a prophet in his own hometown?

Ah, yes to resistance.

Come, I'll get that for you.

Can you believe it's over 3,000 years old?

It's breathtaking.

Can you imagine what Howard Carter must have thought when he saw that for the

first time?

I'd like to do you some time.

Perhaps a bronze.

A copy immortalized in bronze? That's unheard of. Lead, maybe.

Or concrete.

We're most fortunate to have the collection here.

I'm sure so. Excuse me. Excuse me, Mr. McGarrett. I'm leaving.

So soon?

It's your show, not mine.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

As curator, I invite you to join me in a salute to Alicia Warren, who brought us

the magnificent treasures of Tutankhamun.

And to her husband, Bart Warren, for his continued support.

Well, I guess Bart's left. Anyway, to all of you, friends of the museum.

I'd like to apologize for my husband.

He hasn't been himself lately.

No need to apologize to me.

A warning then.

When I was a little girl, my father spoiled me something awful.

I always got what I wanted.

Warning duly noted.

Thank you.

Will you excuse me? I have a phone call.

This guy lifted your wallet.

Okay, let's have it.

Have what? My wallet. Hand it over.

Are you crazy?

I want my wallet.

You don't get my pocket.

Take it out.

Stop that man!

Check that area.

Anyone come through here?

No, sir.

See that no one does.

Find Miles when we call HPD.

Come out.

Come out. You're under arrest.

Put the mask down.

Carefully.

Turn around.

Kimo!

Okay. Send him over to HPJ.

Oh, thank God.

Take that to my office and secure it.

He must have been out of his mind to think he could get away with that. He

might have.

I'll be at the office if you want me.

All right.

Mr. Miles, how could a thing like this have happened?

Well, unfortunately, Mrs. Warren, there are people in this world who have no

respect for other people's possessions.

Do you... Do you realize the position that I would have been in if that mask

had been stolen?

Do you know what I went through with the State Department to arrange this

exhibit? You wouldn't have been the only one to suffer.

Another incident like this, and I will personally see to it that you are

replaced. Do you understand?

Perfectly, Mrs. Warren.

Suspect's name is Mick Chandler. Came here about five years ago with ten bucks

and a surfboard.

He still got the surfboard.

He was busted once for possession of marijuana, another time for using stolen

credit cards.

Turned out the credit cards belonged to a married woman who refused to press

charges.

Sounds like a typical Waikiki hustler now.

Seems kind of stupid, though, thinking he could snatch something like a tut

death mask.

Stupid?

I got it.

Oh, yes. Put him on, please.

Hello, Mr. Warren.

My wife told me what happened.

I certainly appreciate what you did.

Well, it's very kind of you to say so.

Well, I'm curious.

Did the thief tell you anything about... I mean, did you get any information out

of him?

No, not yet.

Well, if you do, Mr. McGarrett, I'd appreciate you telling me about it. I...

I'll leave you, Mr. McGarrett.

so on edge all afternoon.

Is it possible for 5-0 to take over the security at the museum?

Well, Mr.

Miles has his own security arrangements, Mrs. Warren. I have no right to

interfere. I don't trust Mr. Miles.

I feel he's totally incompetent.

Well, if he asks for help, we'll survey the museum and make some security

recommendations. Now, if you'll excuse me, goodbye, Mrs. Warren.

Alicia is really angry with that museum director, isn't she?

Maybe it's because he doesn't appreciate her sculpture.

Hell hath no fury like a society sculptor scorned.

That's an old-time, abysmal alliteration, Dano.

Tell me, how did a cheap hustler like Nick Chandler get an imitation in the

first place?

And what would he have done with a priceless treasure like the death mask

of Tutankhamen?

Good question.

Who would buy an internationally known artifact like that?

Oh, there are lots of rich collectors who'd pay any price for a unique piece

like that, Dano. No questions asked, but to get back to Chandler, someone had to

put him up to it.

Why don't you go over to HPD and have a chat with him?

Right.

Oh, come on, Chandler.

You can do better than that.

It's like I told you. I found this invitation, and once I got there, well,

something came over me when I saw all that gold.

Kind of an impulse.

Yeah, an impulse.

Gold turns you on, huh?

Yeah.

There's lots of gold in that exhibit, rings and necklaces, but you went for

the mask.

That's right.

Because somebody told you to go for the mask.

Who told you, Chandler?

Who set it up?

Who got you the invite?

What's the big sweat? You guys got the thing back, didn't you?

You know something? You're not very smart, are you?

I could buy.

Grand theft could send you away for a long time.

Why take all the heat alone?

Few years. Who cares? Hey, it was like you said. It was an impulse.

Room six.

Excuse me. Yes.

I'd like to arrange bail for someone. His name is Mick Chandler. You can get

the information inside room 104.

Thank you.

How

are you,

brother? How are you? Okay. I think the problem was with the dimmer in the

exhibit hall. Check that out there.

Good morning, Mr. Miles.

Good morning, Monkey.

Heard you had some excitement around here, huh?

Huh?

Yeah, it was on the radio.

Somebody tried to steal the Kingtop mask.

Unfortunately, it failed.

Yeah, had to see how anyone could get away with something like that.

You're out here, Dono.

Good luck.

Nothing from Chandler himself.

Says he found the invitation and acted on impulse.

But I got this message on the way in. Somebody went as bail.

$5,000 in cash.

A street punk like Chandler?

Worth $5,000 in cash to someone? Who?

Who could it be, then?

Shouldn't be hard to find out.

Dono, before Chandler smashed that... glass case and took that mask there was

a disturbance something about a stolen wallet it's not chandler's style picking

people's pockets wait a minute i just remembered something and just before

that i got a useless phone call suppose chandler did it to create a diversion

what to gain time exactly he needed time you said that chandler claimed he acted

on impulse yeah creating a diversion doesn't go with an impulse left at him

That theft was very carefully planned.

Luana, will you call the museum, please? Tell Mr. Miles that I'd like to see him

before they open. It's very urgent.

Mick?

Mick?

What's the name of the game we're playing with that trash truck?

Remember when you were a kid and you used to play hide-and-seek?

Yeah, I remember.

Well... Well, just what are we seeking?

The secret riches of the ancient pharaohs, my love.

You make it sound more like the riddle of the Sphinx.

Hey, don't lose that guy.

I still don't understand what this is all about.

Now, bear with me, please. Please. Now, I lost sight of him for no more than a

few seconds.

Just... Time enough for him to duck in here.

Is this door normally locked?

No, only since the exhibit started to arrive.

The jailer could have had a key.

Well, even if he had a key to have, he didn't have time to unlock the door. I

was too close behind him, and the mask was unwieldy.

Could you open the door?

Certainly.

He was hiding behind this case.

Oh.

I ordered him out. He was carrying the head.

I told him to put it on the desk, but he did.

Now, has anything been removed from this room today?

No, other than these trash cans, which were replaced about an hour ago.

Let's go back to the exhibit hall, Mr. Miles.

Back to the beginning.

All right.

How old was he when he became Pharaoh, 11, 12?

Actually, he was nine.

Would you unlock the case, please?

Uh, turn off the alarm.

Mr. McGarrett, what are you doing? Just a minute, please.

Steve, it's solid gold.

It's 24 carats gold leaf over solid lead down.

No, it can't be fake. But it is, Mr. Miles, it most certainly is.

And Chandler must have switched it while he was in the storeroom. Mr. Miles, you

said the trash cans were picked up about an hour or so ago?

Yes.

Dano, call the city sanitation department and... Not city. It's a

private company. The Alamoana Trash Company.

Very well. Check them out, Dano. Get the name of the man who made the pickup and

his route. Right.

Uh, Mr. Miles, uh, who had access to that storeroom?

Well, I had the only key, but it wouldn't be difficult for a thief to get

a master.

No, it wouldn't be difficult.

Mr. McGarrett, I'm a professional, but when something like this happens... It

makes me wonder if there isn't some validity to the curse of the pharaohs.

Well, I'm a cop, and when something like this happens, it makes me wonder about

the lack of security that allowed it to happen in the first place.

Yes, Steve. I understand.

His name is Mick Chandler.

Yeah. You'll find his dossier on my desk.

Luana, Chandler's file, please.

Someone put up Chandler's bail, Duke. I want to know who it was.

I want a name and an address.

5,000 in cash?

That's right.

50 big ones.

And Duke put out an immediate all-points bullet in our Chandler. Wanted for

suspicion of grand theft.

Will do.

It might help if I knew what I was doing here.

Honey, you're here because I'm here.

Mick, where did you get the money?

Hmm? The $5,000 you gave me to get you out of jail, where did you get it?

And how did you know ahead of time that you were going to be in jail?

Jill, just trust me, okay?

Got the disposal truck's route. We're closing in on it now. Good, Dono. Keep

me posted.

We interrupt for a bulletin from the newsroom. The death mask of Tutankhamen

has been stolen. The priceless treasure, part of the exhibit currently on display

at the museum.

Nick?

No.

That's why we've been following that truck.

And that's what you meant when you said that you're... Jill, take it easy. No.

No, we can't. We can and we will. Don't let me down now. But they'll be looking

for you.

Man, I don't know how they figured it out so fast, but it isn't gonna stop us.

Nothing's gonna stop us. Nick, this is wrong.

What we're doing, it's wrong.

Hey! Nothing is gonna happen to us, okay?

Believe it.

Now, come on. Let's go.

Let's go, Jill!

I appreciate your telling me, but I don't understand.

You say that you have the thief in jail.

That's right.

Well, Mr.

McGarry.

Mr. Warren.

Welcome to the gallery of rogues.

Count them.

One, two, three.

Alicia's Rogues.

That is the one she admits to. Well, she had to. She married them.

And now yours truly makes four.

You're drunk.

Not by that.

Oh, good luck, old man.

Just watch out you don't become number five.

Mr. McGarrett came here to tell me the death mask has been stolen.

Oh.

What, again?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Warren.

I'll tell you what.

Ask Miles.

Yeah, Miles, the curator of the museum. Be just the kind of thing that he'd do.

Get even with Alicia.

That's absurd.

She'd try to get him fired, you know that?

The man's incompetent.

Because he told her that her work was third rate.

Not even second rate.

Third rate.

I'm afraid I owe you another apology.

Not me.

Thank you very much for coming.

I'm sure you'll do everything in your power to recover the mask.

And, uh, I'd still like to do you sometime.

Sometime.

Sit tight. I'll be right back, okay? Okay.

Hi. Good morning, sir. How are you?

Say, listen, I'm from the museum, and we disposed of something by mistake, and I

was wondering if I could take a look in here, huh? You're from the museum? Yeah.

The curator would be quite pleased about that.

Now, wait a minute.

How do I know you're from the museum?

I told you, didn't I?

Yeah, but how do I know?

Show me some identification card.

ID? Yeah, sure.

Help!

No doubt about it. The trash man? Yeah, the trash man.

Medical examiner's made a preliminary exam. Said death was caused by a blow to

the head.

No sign of the weapon yet.

Could be anything around here. There's lots of junk.

Better add a suspicion of homicide to that APB on Chandler. It's already done,

Dono. What about the mask?

Looks like Chandler beat us to it. There's no sign of it.

Chandler's got to move fast now, but he's an amateur.

Take an HPD unit and stake out his apartment. He may be just dumb enough to

show up there.

Yes, Sergeant.

Thank you.

What do you got, Duke?

A young woman named Jo Baker went Chandler's bail.

I got an address.

How do you read it, Steve?

Well, whoever organized that theft had to obtain a copy of the mask good enough

to fool a lot of people, including some experts.

You said Mrs. Warren sculpts. That's right.

But it would take a first-rate artisan to make a model and cast it in lead.

A curator, Miles, taught sculpting at the university.

Miles? I checked it out.

And Mr. Warren has enough money to commission someone to do it.

Luana?

Yes, sir? Call HPD and have them send a backup unit to Jill Baker's apartment at

219C Waliakalapthi. Right away, sir. Yeah, thank you. Right away.

Let's go.

Let's get rid of this thing.

Don't you realize what you've done?

I don't want to hear it, Jill.

You killed a human being.

The man probably had a family, a wife, kids.

I don't care about his family or his kids. What about us, huh?

Mick, if only you'd told me before you got mixed up in this.

Jill, this is a game, you know, a game, and it's rigged against people like you

and me. We've got to fight just to stay alive.

That's all going to change now.

You're going to have everything that you ever wanted.

Right now, I just want to disappear.

Listen, we're gonna be rich. We're gonna have so much money, you're never

gonna... Forget about the money.

Run while there's still time.

Uh-uh. No way.

I've been pushed around all my life. This is my shot.

You've been pushed around.

I lost the only other person in the world who cared about me.

You're all I have left.

You're not gonna lose me.

That's my gal.

Let's go back to my apartment.

No, that's no good. They tie you and me together with the bail money.

Don't worry, I got a plan.

Let's go.

Jill, she's a sweet little thing.

No monkey business.

Pays her rent promptly.

Does she have a regular job?

I don't think so.

She said she'd come into a small inheritance.

What about friends or boyfriends?

Well, there is a young man.

Surfer type.

When did you see her last, Mrs. Evans?

This morning.

She went off in that little car of hers.

Nothing, Steve.

Could you describe the car?

Well, it's about two or three years old.

Brown Mustang.

That's Miss Baker's mail, I believe.

Yes, I believe it is.

Telephone bill here, Duke.

Put out a want on that car. Then get a warrant and have the post inspector open

this. I'd like to know what call she's made in the past month.

If you hear from her, I'd like you to give her this.

All right.

And thanks for your cooperation, Mrs. Evans.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

The only things have changed.

I had to waste a truck driver.

Because he saw me, that's why.

How come the cops found out about the switch so fast, huh?

You know, that wasn't supposed to happen either, you know?

Look, I'm with 50,000 traveling money and I want it now or I blow this whole

set up.

Hey, if I go down, I'm not going down alone. You got that?

Okay.

One hour.

Where?

Where?

Yeah, yeah, I'll have it with me.

You just have the cash, okay?

Yeah.

It's all set.

Mick, no, please listen. It isn't going to work. I just know it isn't going to

work. Yes, it is. But there's something I got to do first.

Look, Jill, there's someone else in on this, and I just set up a meeting.

Then?

Then we split this place for Jews.

And we checked Chandler's pad.

Talked to maybe a dozen neighbors.

Didn't get much.

Landlady says he pays his rent on time in cash.

I did get one impression, though, Steve.

What do you mean, an impression?

Well, I got the feeling that Chandler knows how to hustle the ladies.

Williams. Danny, is Steve there? Steve, Duke.

Ed, what do you got?

About the Baker girls' phone calls.

Local to Chandler's apartment, the Cleaners and Employment Agency.

Long distance to Portland.

Portland, Oregon?

Yes. Turns out to be a storage company that's been holding a few things in

storage for Joe Baker.

Personal effects, some furniture.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I think Alicia Warren mentioned that she came from Portland, Oregon.

Duke, I hate to do this to you, but go home, pack a bag, and get on a first

flight to Portland.

I'll call ahead for cooperation.

Those personal effects might prove interesting.

Will do. Right.

You know something, Dano?

Jill Baker's landlady swears she's a decent girl.

Now, how does a decent girl get mixed up with a bum like Nick John?

Each to his own taste.

Yeah.

Luana, get me the chief of police, Portland, Oregon, please.

And you better call person to person. It's after 6 there now.

No.

She was hysterical when they brought her in. We had to sedate her.

I'd like to talk to her as soon as possible. No. Not a chance till tomorrow

morning.

Very well. Thank you, Doctor.

Steve.

Ed. Get anything?

I thought she was under sedation. What's the report on Chandler?

Medical examiner said he was shot at close range. 32 caliber.

I found Jill Baker's purse in the car at the scene.

And this.

Car registration.

I traced it to the dealer.

He took her other car in trade.

Brown Mustang.

Let's see what's in this.

Thank you.

Oregon driver's license, two years old, with a Portland address.

Turn this bag and its contents over to HPD Dino and sign for this. I'm gonna

keep it. Right.

Besides, what would my motive be?

Money.

Satisfaction.

Satisfaction? The satisfaction of ruining Alicia Warren's exhibition.

Either of those will do.

Well, obviously, I can thank Alicia's vindictiveness for this conversation.

She couldn't get me fired, so she put you up to this.

Just a second, Mr. Miles. Let me correct any erroneous impression you might have.

Nobody, nobody puts me up to anything. Is that understood?

Mr. McGarrett, the next time you want to talk to me, you can call my lawyer.

Contacting your lawyer will be the second call I'll make. The first will be

to the U.S. attorney to obtain a warrant.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a phone call.

McGarrett. I realize it's terribly late, Mr. McGarrett.

Alicia Warren.

I just heard the news.

Someone shot that young man who stole the mask.

I hope he recovered it.

Not yet, Mrs. Warren.

But you must have some idea.

Well, the standard phrase is, we're working on it. Is that what you want me

to tell the State Department, that you're working on it?

Mrs. Warren, we're making every possible effort to recover the mask.

That's all I can tell you now.

Good night.

McGarrett. Steve.

I'm at the storage company office in Portland.

I just went through Jill Baker's things here and I came across something.

What is it, Duke? A photo taken 15 years ago. The date's on the back.

There can't be any mistake.

The woman is definitely Alicia Warren.

Good work, Duke. Good work.

Wrap it up.

How's the weather in Portland?

It's not Hawaii.

Well, then come on home to some sunshine.

Good night.

And then he threw the iron bar in the ocean.

You said you met Mick Chandler here in Honolulu. When was that, Miss Baker?

When I first arrived from Portland about three months ago. I see.

You had $5,000 you used to make bail for Chandler when he was charged with grand

theft.

That's quite a lot of money. What did you get? Mick gave it to me.

Did he tell you where he got it? No.

He didn't tell me anything, except to be there with the money because it was

important for him to get out of jail fast.

I didn't know why.

Then it was on the radio about the mask being taken from the museum.

You must understand, he was going to give it back.

What, after he killed the trash man?

He didn't mean to do that.

You don't know Mick.

He's kind, gentle, caring.

It's over.

He's dead.

I don't care what happens to me now. I don't feel like talking about it

anymore. Really?

You were an accomplice to a vicious...

Senseless murder. You watched a man beaten to death.

In fact, you planned to run away with this kind, gentle, caring man, and now

you don't want to talk about it anymore?

Talking about it.

Helping you won't bring Mick back.

No, it won't. But talking about it might help us put your lover's murderer in

jail. And helping us could do a lot more good than pills to the sleepless nights

of your life. All right.

What do you want to know?

Does the name Edgar Miles mean anything to you?

Sounds familiar. I'm not sure.

Tell us about your mother.

Your mother is Alicia Warren, isn't she?

How did you find that out? Does it matter?

My father was her first husband.

The first of many.

Does she know you're in trouble?

I haven't spoken to her or seen her in two months.

Would you like me to call her now?

Why?

She doesn't care what happens. To me, she never has.

She's never cared about anyone except herself.

Then why did you come to Hawaii?

My father died last year. I didn't know what to do, where to turn.

I came here hoping she might have changed.

But 15 years hadn't changed a thing.

Not one single thing.

Where does Mick Chandler fit in this?

Mick and I were in love.

He was going to take me away.

I had to believe in him, Mr. McGarrett.

He was all I had.

Sure.

Sure, Dano, let's go.

Thank you.

What do you think, Steve?

Let's go see the Warrens, Dano.

I think the answer might be there. It's a hunch, but I'd like to play it.

We didn't send for a policeman.

I tried to stop him.

I tried to stop him.

You said you came to settle with me once and for all.

And as for my dear husband, he's out of his mind.

I told him I was through it. He went crazy.

Yeah, that's right, crazy.

You know, McGarrett, it's hell being in love with a woman whose only interest is

making a fool of you.

In your case, it didn't require much help. Yeah, I went along hoping I could

change things. I thought it would help.

But now, nothing will change her.

Right?

Where are you going? Leaving.

If it's any business of yours.

Oh, I think it's my business, Mr. Warren. I came here to tell you that

Jill Baker is under arrest for complicity in the theft of the mask.

Jill? That's right.

She's also facing a possible homicide charge.

She's admitted being with Mick Chandler when he killed a man. Mick lied to me.

What do you mean by that, Mrs. Warren?

Tell him, Alicia.

Did you know Chandler?

We both knew him.

She knew him well.

He was Jill's friend.

He was your friend until Jill got here. That's why you kicked her out. You were

jealous of your own daughter.

Who are you to talk about jealousy?

That's all I've ever known from you, ever.

Blind, crazy jealousy.

It wouldn't surprise me if you killed Mick Chandler.

And I suppose I conspired with him to steal the mask, huh? Well, whoever did

obviously put up the bail money.

Now, $5,000 wouldn't be difficult for a man in your position, would it? Is it

time for me to call my lawyer?

No, I don't think so, Mr. Warren.

I don't think so. I don't think you'll need a lawyer. I have a theory.

What theory?

A theory that... Someone conspired with Mick Chandler and put him up to stealing

the mask.

I'm not sure why. Money, perhaps, or kicks, as they say today.

Or maybe someone wanted to own a priceless art treasure,

or maybe a way to preserve a relationship with a younger man, a much

younger man, who was on the verge of rejecting an older woman for a younger

lady, perhaps even her own daughter.

Now, if that older woman was consumed by vanity as well as anger and jealousy,

uh, what do you think she would do, Mrs. Warren?

You tell me. I have no idea.

Are you suggesting my wife killed Mick Chandler? Well, let's explore that

possibility.

What happened, Mrs. Warren? Did he demand more money than you agreed to pay

him? Or, uh, were you afraid he'd reveal your complicity in this?

When authorities accuse people of crimes, I believe it's customary to have

some evidence.

Not only customary, essential.

Uh, is this, uh, Lion's Head completed?

Uh, no, not yet.

And this one, uh, it wasn't even started last time I was here, was it? Is that

important? She's working on a matching pair.

Oh, is she?

Tell me, how can she sculpt a matching pair before she finishes the first one?

Unless... Unless the match isn't important and this one is already

finished.

Already serving a purpose.

Right, Mrs. Warren?

Look familiar?

You must admit, the copy I made of the mask was exquisite.

Mr. Miles was wrong about me, wasn't he?

About your work, yes.

Yes, he was.

The copy you made was certainly first-rate.

About you as a human being...

Booker, Donna, murder one.

The full details of which are included in the accompanying report,

period.

And may I suggest, Governor, that you see the two-time comment show before it

closes. Sign it with respect and aloha, McGarrett. And, Luana, get that over to

the Governor's office first thing in the morning with Donna's report.

Chief. Yeah, Donald.

Good night, Luana. Thank you.

Why do I have to have this report ready?

Well, I just promised the governor he'd have it first thing in the morning.

First thing in the morning?

That's right.

Only halfway through.

Well, look at the brighter side. What brighter side?

When you've finished, you will have completed the most brilliant piece of

police work you've ever done, uncovering the real curse of the pharaohs.

Which is?

Paperwork, Donald.

Paperwork.