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A sword and a bowler?

More like the hobbies of a gentleman sportsman, I'd say.

The vigilantes are taking over where the court's left off. I would say that the

game that you hunt, Mr. McGarrett, might be the most dangerous game of all.

The criminal.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I saw you in court today, Mr. Denby. This isn't quite so easy, is it?

Gentlemen, to law and order.

The two punks we found last night go here.

They were busted up as badly as the old man they beat up, huh?

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, huh?

Yeah, like these other four vigilante attacks which occurred in the past two

months.

Now, the victims, if you can call these dirtbags victims, all got what they

dished out.

And each and every one had a tiny V sliced in his right shoulder.

It's also part of the pattern that they were all recently brought up on various

charges, and then they beat the rap.

Is that right, Truck?

Yeah. The vigilantes are taking over where the courts left off. And with a

vengeance. Maybe that's what the V stands for.

Who made the coffee, or is it leftover from last night? Not me.

Good morning.

Any new developments?

Not much at HPD.

The trouble is, these vigilante hits are happening all over the island, and we

don't know where to center the investigation.

What about the location of the original crimes? Is there a lead there?

We haven't cross-filed from that angle yet.

Let's take a look.

I'll give Chuck a hand on that, Steve.

Have there been any consistent descriptions of the suspects?

There haven't been any descriptions, period.

The victims all develop block jaw like they're scared stiff of a repeat visit.

What about weapons?

A knife for sure, because of the Vs.

Huh. According to this report, Denby said the man who came at him had a

sword.

Sword. Those two talked?

Yeah, Makua said he was tripped by a nutty rope.

Nutty rope.

Imagine some kind of a South American bowler from the description, huh? Yeah,

sounds like it.

A sword and a bowler.

Not the weapons of neighborhood vigilante, huh?

Are they anyone's?

More like the hobbies of gentlemen sportsmen, I'd say, which might help

explain what a chauffeured limousine was doing in such a sleazy neighborhood last

night. A chauffeured limousine?

Yeah. This Denby character says it right here. His attackers left him on long and

black. Hey, victim number two mumbled something about a chauffeured limousine.

All the original crimes occurred in the same neighborhood.

But Pacific Hills is one of the most exclusive areas in Oahu.

There are two or three organizations in that area, including the ultra-exclusive

Sportsman's Game Club.

Now, all of these crimes occurred within, what's it say here?

One mile of that club.

One mile.

Steve, only the best people belong to the Sportsman's Game Club.

It's the last place on earth to find a bunch of jokers playing at vigilante.

Yeah, but a likely place to look for gentlemen sportsmen, huh?

Who ride around in chauffeured lemon thieves?

Well, how can we investigate this place?

You can't even get past the guard without being a member of the social

register.

Really?

Elliot. Steve.

Steve McGarrett. Well, well, well, I'm glad you finally made it. Told you I'd

show up one day, didn't I?

Well, come on in.

Make yourself at home. We have everything here.

I'd love to enlist a man of your caliber, you know. By the way, what is

your handicap now?

Seven. Hey, you wouldn't be sandbagging me now, would you?

Would I do that to you? Yes, you certainly would.

Excuse me, Mr. Webster.

Oh, I'm sorry, Steve. Something's come up.

I tell you what, why don't you take a look around by yourself, see what we

have to offer?

I'll find you in about 20 minutes. I'll buy you lunch.

Fine. Thank you.

Almost.

Hi, Mr. McGarrett.

You don't remember me, do you?

I better remember.

Cops never forget a face.

Uh, you're pretty.

Now, wait a minute. I got it.

You're Elliot Webster's daughter, right?

Diana. We met at the Governor's Ball two years ago.

And my, how you've grown.

Oh, touché, touché. Let's see you hit the bullseye.

Bullseye. New Epsilon.

Yeah, sounds like a Greek fraternity, doesn't it?

Well, it is a fraternity, and a very exclusive one.

Only 12 members of this club belong.

I'd say it was very exclusive with only 12 members.

But that is the reason.

You have to accomplish some dangerous feat, like bag a Bengal tiger in India,

climb the Matterhorn, or cross the ocean solo on a sailboat.

By the way, what does New Epsilon stand for?

I don't think any of them have ever said.

Come along, Steve. I'd like to show you our gym.

By the way, Elliot, I know a good worker who's looking for a job. Think you could

help him?

Well, I can if he happens to be a waiter.

Could be.

Could be. His name is Tom Cahaley.

Cahaley. Is he dark-skinned?

Why, does that make a difference?

Of course not. Just have him call my secretary. I'll take care of it. Good.

Touché. Oh, Richard.

Richard, I'd like you to meet Steve McGarrett from Hawaii Five-0.

Steve, this is Richard Slade.

My pleasure.

My pleasure, Mr. McGarrett.

By the way, Steve, Richard's a member of New Epsilon.

Perhaps he can tell you what it means.

That is, if it's not a deep, dark secret.

Is it? Not quite.

New Epsilon stands for, in the English equivalent, Notable enterprises.

Some activity that requires rare courage or skill.

Like destroying a Bengal tiger, Mr. Sloan?

Well, that could qualify.

Or hunting a Cape buffalo or a wounded grizzly might come in a close second.

I would say that the game that you hunt, Mr. McGarrett, might be the most

dangerous game of all.

The criminal.

Wilson 5-0. I was in the vicinity and picked up a new Code 3. Can I lend a

hand? Well, everything's under control now. We're waiting for homicide.

Muscle's here. Comes home drunk this morning.

Before he passes out, beats his wife to death.

Cleaning woman found him conked out on the sofa, hugging a bottle.

Ever witness to the murder?

Yeah, him.

Sobed him up, showed him the body.

Broke down, cried like a baby.

Wanted to get it off his chest, he said. He confessed?

Sure did.

What are we doing? Keeping bankers' hours, please, lady? On the way in, I

answered a code three. A man named Meredith Howell beat his wife to death.

What do we have here?

Notable enterprise is what allows a name for a band of vigilantes.

Sounds more like a real estate development.

Then try this, Laurie.

What do vigilantes think they're dishing out?

Justice, I suppose.

Well, in Greek mythology, nemesis...

is the goddess of retributive justice.

Nemesis, now that's a great name for a band of vigilantes.

And this is their calling card.

Look familiar?

Steve, if it's Nemesis, why isn't the letter N?

Because in the Greek script, that's exactly how you form the letter nu, or

the equivalent of R-N.

Right on the nose, Steve.

Well, it just about puts the icing on the cake, doesn't it? Not even the

icing, Kilo. We haven't one iota of evidence.

Just a theory.

But one we cannot ignore.

Suppose we got a man inside the club.

Yeah.

And we may just have one.

Isn't Slade going to join us?

No, he went to the courthouse.

I think I'll try the cocoa vine.

Court is recessed for lunch.

That was a disgraceful miscarriage of justice.

Imagine a drunk beats his wife dozens of times and then finally murders her,

admits it, and walks away free.

Dreadful. What's on the calendar for this afternoon?

Steve? Yeah.

Listen to this.

Meredith Howell walked out of that courtroom today with his slick lawyer.

But didn't he confess?

Yes, but at the arraignment this morning, he retracted it. He claimed he

was in a state of shock, and the officers prevented him from calling his

attorney. Oh, no.

His attorney entered a plea of not guilty, and I'm sorry to say, Steve, the

officers had to admit they didn't read him his rights.

So the court ruled his confession inadmissible.

You mean the prosecutor hadn't developed any other evidence?

No. And now that murderer, with the help of his slick attorney, will probably

beat that charge altogether.

Gentlemen, we are assembled to judge the case of the people versus Meredith

Howell.

Let's bow our heads in silent prayer and ask the Almighty for guidance... in

reaching a fair and just verdict.

Amen. Amen.

Fiat justitia, ruat caelum.

Fiat justitia, ruat caelum.

Gentlemen.

Are you prepared to vote your conscience?

We are.

Gentlemen, the verdict is in.

All black.

Gentlemen,

to law and order.

Is that hot coffee you have there, waiter?

Yes, sir.

Anything?

Somebody named Slade went to the courthouse.

Richard Slade, probably.

Later, the dirty dozen took some kind of vote.

Sounded like somebody's being sentenced permanently.

Probably a man named Meredith Howell.

Looks like he might escape the long arm of the law.

He got some kind of Latin motto.

Waiter, come here.

Just a moment, madam.

Take it easy, truck. You're supposed to be an employee here.

Eh, she thinks she owns the place. She probably does.

Fiat custitia ruat caelum.

What does that mean?

Uh, let justice be done.

Ruat, though the heavens fall.

Appropriate, huh?

Thank you, waiter.

You're welcome, sir.

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

Wilson, 5-0.

Laurie, I want a 24-hour guard on Meredith Howell. Starting right now.

Shall I send HPD?

No, no, we could lose too much time if we do. You and Kim will get on it.

Protective custody?

I don't mean jail.

We could move you secretly to a motel.

You think somebody's trying to kill me? Yes.

You mean some nut?

Let's just say someone.

Well, I'm not leaving.

This is my home.

Well, it's all right with us, Mr. Hall, but then we're going to have to stay

here with you.

Oh, not in here, you nut.

You want to guard me, you can do it from the outside.

Look, I'm sorting through my wife's most intimate possessions.

I want to be alone.

Is there a back door here?

Yes. There's a sheer cliff behind.

I can't find the watch I gave Mavis for our 10th anniversary.

She loved it.

Look, you don't have to worry about the booze.

You think I'll ever take another drink after what I did to Mavis?

Oh, God.

I loved her so.

That's what nobody understands.

You sure have some way of showing it.

We'll be stationed outside.

Come on, Kim.

Thank you.

Lovely neighborhood.

Yeah it is.

Very peaceful.

Looks like a fifth of scotch set out to work for us.

Maybe we ought to check on baby.

Oh, leave the poor guy alone.

I wonder if Steve's back from the Sportsman's Game Club. I'd like to call

and see.

The guy will probably let you use the telephone.

Let's try it.

Well, that was dumb, Kimo, really dumb. Look, I know that. I said I was sorry.

Sorry, hell.

Are you sure it was an abduction and not Howell's splitting?

Yeah, I'm sure it was an abduction.

Somebody or several somebodies came up that back cliff and carried him down.

They were tire tracks down below, Steve.

If it was that sportsman's group, this is the first time they've abducted

anyone. Why?

Why? I don't know, but they've always made the punishment fit the crime.

And in this case, Howell's wife was murdered.

Well, the abduction suggests he's alive and they're holding him someplace.

If not, why wouldn't they have killed him right in his home?

OK, we'll never find him standing here, will we, Kimo? Get on it. Truck might

need some help, huh?

All the other targets were taken. I thought maybe I could share yours.

Sure, Robin Hood.

If you can show me that wasn't just a lucky hit.

Phew.

Beautiful. Now, why can't I shoot like that?

Well, you see, you're pulling everything to the left.

Sure, but why?

Well, you're not aiming directly at the bullseye. You think you are, but you're

not.

How about a lesson?

All right. Go ahead and aim.

You're offline.

No, I'm not.

Well, do me a favor, will you?

Aim deliberately four inches to the right and see what happens.

Whatever you say, coach.

How about that?

I really appreciate this.

You see, my team is having a match on Monday.

What team is that?

Sportsman's Game Club.

So you're just out here slumming on a public range, huh?

The match is going to be held here, so I thought I'd test the wind conditions.

Smart girl.

Smart girl's name, Diana Webster.

Coach's name, Jim Collins.

Are you pro?

Well, I certainly hope so. It's how I make my living.

The club could use a good coach. If you'd like the job, it's yours.

Just like that?

No. My father's a president.

That helps.

You want to track up a more?

Sure.

Four inches now steady

Welcome

Archer

Thank you Anything new Zilch

Blazer fooled you. They got me in room six under the eaves.

Me too.

Room ten, no Blazer.

Jim!

Hi. How do you like the club?

Well, it's fabulous.

No, opulent, maybe. The fabulous part, you haven't seen.

What's that?

Our private game preserve. It's over 500 acres.

And there's a darling little hunting lodge on the ocean side.

Well, it's closed this time of year.

But how would you like to gallop out and see it after lunch? I've got a key.

Well, sure. You said gallop?

On horses.

I won!

Who are you there?

Now, what's the prize?

You.

Ma'am, did you know that you are trifling with a health?

I'll trifle with whom I like, and I happen to like you.

Well, I certainly hope your intentions are on him.

We'll discuss that at the lodge.

Do you think if I hollered for help, anybody'd hear me?

Cute chimp.

You don't realize, but you're the only real man on these premises, with the

exception of one bunch here called New Epsilon.

Big game hunters, all of them.

But I think their idea of a great little gal as someone who follows them on their

tiger hunts, ten paces behind, toting supplies on her head.

Male chauvinists. In spades.

A couple of them are on the archery team, but apparently they find target

shooting bores them.

In fact, they come out here in the midst of nowhere, tracking each other down

with rubber-tipped arrows.

Man against man.

Why not?

They've hunted every other kind of animal.

Half a mile to the lodge.

Somebody just took a shot at us. They wouldn't dare.

Yeah, don't you bet on that.

Let me stay right here. You don't move.

Get up, Miss Webster.

You just took a shot at us, and I want to know why.

That was just a warning shot.

A warning?

For what?

Three wild boar escaped last season's hunt.

They've become lean, hungry, and mean.

This area's been declared out of bounds for the membership's protection.

Five of us are patrolling the area.

All new Epsilon, I suppose.

Who's better qualified, Miss Webster?

If we see any wild boar on the way home, we'll herd them back to you.

One boar deserves another.

I don't think I recognize you, friend.

Are you a member of the club?

Mr. Collins is our new archery instructor.

Good day, Mr. Morgan.

Four spades, bid and made.

Well, that's the last hand from me, gentlemen.

Oh, hi, honey.

Where have you been?

Out getting shot at.

Shot at? What do you mean?

By one of your great white hunters, Mr. Slade.

What is all this, Richard?

There are three wild boar out there on the loose.

We have a team out hunting for them. I'm sure that must have been a warning shot.

For your protection.

Protection?

That's great.

If it hadn't been for Jim, I might have been hurt.

Jim? Yes, Jim Collins. He's our new archery instructor.

Well, please accept my apologies, Miss Webster. I'm sure it must have been

Morgan.

Warning shots are sometimes his idea of a joke.

But I assure you, he could shoot the polish off your nails and never harm

your cuticle.

I don't wear nail polish.

New archery instructor?

Collins? He's certainly not world-class.

I never heard of him.

At this particular point, I'm a bit uptight about people of whom we've never

heard.

Harrison?

Kimo, Chuck.

Listen, I think they're holding HAL at the hunting lodge on the game preserve.

We got to get through to McGarrett.

Operator. An outside line, please.

One moment, please.

This could cook us, brother.

Yeah, I know, but time's run out. We got to take the chance, pal.

50. Put me through it, Steve.

Truck? Yeah, hurry. It's urgent.

Steve's over at HPD.

Tell Steve they're holding hollow at the Sportsman's Game Club.

Track? Track.

We're blown, brother.

These men, though, police officers, are charged with trying to infiltrate

Nemesis and subvert our crusade.

I'll speak to the accused.

Accused hell.

We accuse you.

We're cops, man.

And you're kidnappers and plotting murder.

Not murder.

Justice.

The man we took into custody is a self-confessed murderer.

The man's confession was thrown out on constitutional grounds.

Nowhere in the Constitution does it say that a criminal shall escape justice

because some police officer makes a trifling procedural error. The mush

-brained courts.

have in recent years created a web of petty technicalities that shield the

criminal from justice,

exalt his rights above society's and above those of his victims.

You see, this happens to be a democracy.

If the citizens find fault with the Constitution, then they can amend it.

Then let the citizens act. But until they do, we shall... vote.

The verdict is in.

All black.

Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.

Look, you gotta get me out of here.

We'll do the best we can.

What kind of shape you in?

I don't know. He cooled his wife in one round.

You can't talk that way to me. Shut up!

You heard what the man said. We'll do our best.

Steve, HBD is putting together an assault team, and a chopper's gonna pick

you up now on the Diamond Head side. I'll get back to you.

Diamond Head? Diamond Head.

The condemned man ate a hearty meal.

Truck. What?

I didn't hear that bolt shut.

Get back here.

You jerk.

It's a come on.

You rush out there, you take a rifle bullet right between your eyes.

Now shape up.

Hey, what do you think the odds are if we stay in here?

Go for it, brother.

Go for it.

All right, stay low.

Run fast.

Work your sporting blood, Harrison.

The prisoners have escaped. My, my. I wonder how that could have happened.

At least the police officers will have a sporting chance.

In spite of their treachery, I feel good about that somehow.

Yes.

It's unfortunate.

They're not evil men like Howell, just deluded.

If crime continues to run rampant, good men like these will be joining, not

opposing, a crusade.

I don't think he's gonna make it.

We'll get him behind this tree up here. I don't know.

They're gonna find me. Listen!

You either hide or you keep up. You take your choice!

Daddy!

Have you seen Jim this morning?

Well, no, honey, I haven't. Well, I've looked all over, and I can't find him.

Yes, well, perhaps after yesterday's rather unpleasant incident, he may have

decided to quit.

You mean just disappear without notice?

Possible. He wouldn't do that without telling me.

That new Epsilon group abducted Meredith Howell, the man who confessed killing

his wife.

Abducted? It's impossible.

They're club members.

They're a special breed, Elliot, and I suspect they've imprisoned two police

officers, too.

Kahaly and Jim Collins.

Jim's a police officer?

Yes, he is.

What do you suppose those macho clowns will do to them, Mr. McGarrett? I don't

know. I have no idea, but they may have a most dangerous game in mind, so if you

have any idea where they may have gone, please tell me.

A lodge.

What lodge? A hunting lodge.

Where's the hunting lodge?

Chinaman's Hat on the North Shore. We went riding there yesterday, Jim and I,

and we were shot at.

Right on, Chinaman's Hat. North Shore!

We're going to have to get across that clearing.

Yeah. You set?

Yeah. Let's go.

What are you doing?

Mom. Is it bad?

Not too bad. Hold on.

Let me get a tunic.

I click go around across the creek here. I'll follow him this way

Thank you.

Thank you.

those trees!

Well, you and your gang are lucky, Slade.

Meredith Howell has been found safe.

We're not a gang.

No? What would you call yourselves when you're guilty of assault, kidnapping,

and now attempted murder?

The extermination of a wife killer is not murder. It's justice.

Sure. Sure, with a capital J, of course.

Well, Howell is a wife beater and a despicable excuse for a human being. But

he did not kill his wife.

He confessed, McGarrett.

It might interest you to know that I got a call just a little while ago from the

district attorney.

Howell beat his wife unconscious, then passed out drunk.

A 16-year-old burglar named Ellis then came on the scene, tried to take a

diamond-studded watch from Mrs. Howell's wrist.

She came to screaming.

Now, he then hit her repeatedly and brutally, and the beating killed her.

This morning, he was picked up trying to pawn the watch.

Two hours ago, he confessed in the presence of his attorney.

You almost murdered an innocent man, Slade, not to mention two police

officers. How does that grab you?

I want an attorney.

Oh. Oh.

So the system doesn't look so bad now, does it, Slade?

To hell with that, McGarrett. Charge me and get it over with.

Okay.

Okay, I'll charge you. You can count on that, because that's all a cop can do.

After that, it's up to the courts. Now, I know that we live in a permissive

society today, and possibly with the help of some high-priced lawyers and

dozens of technicalities and appeals, even you, Slade, might beat this charge.

But the law is all we have, Slade, and I'll take the route of trying to improve

it, not destroy it, as you and your gang tried to do.

Book him, Kimo.

But first, read him his rights.

Thank you.