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Time to turn out the lights.

I'm going to ask you one question, and you're going to answer in one word.

Do you have a million dollars?

Yes. Doctor, the plain truth is that there is no guarantee you'll get your

wife back alive, even if you pay the ransom.

So I'll be over for you in a little while.

Thank you.

Believe me.

Try it for a couple of weeks, Mrs. Ames.

Your hair will have more body and be more manageable.

You'll have Giorgio's word on it.

He's right, Mrs. Ames. It works like a charm.

I mean, look at my hair, and I use this stuff every day.

Marvelous.

Something wrong.

Don't you like the new nail polish?

It's your regular styling.

It's... It is you.

Is it?

If you're unhappy with the styling, Mrs. Ames, I can very easily... I know.

Giorgio, that's all right. The hair's fine. The nails are fine.

I'm sorry.

Where to, madam?

Just home, Wilkins.

All finished then, are we? Very pretty indeed.

Wilkins, this isn't the way home, is it?

No, madam. It's a new shortcut.

A shortcut?

Yes, madam.

All right.

Well, now what?

It's the engine, madam.

Missing rather badly.

I'd better stop and check it.

Hens. Time to turn out the lights.

Adam.

I assure you, Mr... McGarrett.

McGarrett, right.

I don't need your help.

In fact, I don't know where you got the ridiculous idea that I might need

someone. Christine's on the mainland visiting some old friends.

Yeah, and I'm the queen of the maid.

You're all so insolent.

Okay, let's go, Kimo. No, hold it, Steve. Please.

Now, Ken.

I asked Mr. McGarrett to come.

You what?

Now, look, Ken.

Christine's life is in jeopardy. I think we need all the help we can get. It's

precisely because she's in jeopardy that I wanted to avoid police intervention.

The kidnappers specifically demanded that.

How could you do this without consulting me first?

Doctor, the plain truth is that there is no guarantee you'll get your wife back

alive, even if you pay the ransom.

Don't you understand that?

I know that.

But I'm not going to lower her chances with your meddling. Ken, he is not

meddling. He is a police officer trying to do a job.

You have my word, Doctor, that your wife's safety is our top priority.

Now, we will do everything in our power to bring her back alive and well.

Nothing tricky, you understand? Yes, tricky.

We're going to play it by their rules, not yours.

I only hope your presence here hasn't already cost her her life.

How much time do they give you?

It wasn't clear.

They just said they have a million dollars in small bills by the next time

they call.

It could be any time.

The phone's reset, Steve.

Oh, thanks, Kimo.

Anything on that court order to search the sofa's room?

Yeah, Duke's working on that. He's running a full check.

Oh, uh, that sofa guy was British, so we had to call in Scotland Yard.

Good, good.

And we got an APB out on Ames Limo. Uh, nothing so far.

Have, uh, Duke look at the Ames background and his wife's. It may be

helpful.

Oh, Kimo, one more thing.

Ask Laurie to call in this hairdresser, Jojo.

See what you can find out. Ames said that his wife called home from there

just before she disappeared.

It was the last place we know she was seen.

You got it.

What's going on in there?

Have you found anything yet?

No, not yet, Doctor, but we're working on it. Working?

Ken, please try to relax.

Relax? They threatened to kill my wife unless I come up with a million dollars.

That is not very conducive to relaxation.

Can you raise that kind of money?

Not easily.

Plastic surgeons make good money. I've saved mine.

But coming up with that kind of ransom is a little beyond me.

Christine has it, though.

You and your wife keep your money separate from each other, Doctor? She

wanted it that way.

Is that so unusual?

Oh, I don't know.

But if that's the case, how do you propose to pay the kidnappers a million

if it's not yours to give?

That's why I'm here, Steve. I've already signed the papers.

Christine gave me power of attorney just in case anything should ever happen to

her. Oh?

Should happen like what?

Like a kidnapping, for instance?

Well... Like a kidnapping.

Just what are you getting at, McGarrett?

I'm not getting at anything, Doctor. Please, take it easy, will you?

When you spoke to the kidnapper on the phone, did you notice anything

distinctive about his voice?

Anything unusual?

No. It was a voice.

A man.

Could have been anybody.

Could it have been your choker?

No, Wilkins speaks with an English accent.

Yes. This is Dr. Ames.

Thank God.

Is it Christine?

No.

The money.

It's on the way.

Now that you get running off, Dax.

Mr. Renzi? Mr. Giorgio Renzi?

I know you think you're special, dear, but all appointments are made up front

with Kathy.

I was 5-0. Do you think we could talk for a few minutes?

Oh, my... Goodness, you are special.

Sure.

Mrs. Ames is a beautiful woman. Believe it. And money? But what an

absolute dog to work on.

She's not a happy woman.

Did she come here often?

Every Tuesday, 11.30 a.m., she has a standing appointment.

Her hair and a manicure. It's always the same.

Not very imaginative, is it?

Red door red What the color of her new nail polish Gloria what get

lost?

Just trying to help Now if

She had an appointment every week at the same time The kidnappers newer schedule

they'd know when and where to grab her I'll tell you one thing miss five. Oh,

she didn't trust her husband

How do you know that?

Come out to the reception. I'll show you something. All right.

This has not been easy on Ken.

Usually he's a very easygoing guy. If anything, it's Christine who's the

difficult one. She seems very bitter.

What?

I'm only their lawyer, Mr. Carew, not their psychiatrist.

Do you know why they moved over here?

They'd had a run of bad luck. They just decided to come over here and start over

again. You know, give it another go.

What kind of bad luck are we talking about?

Christine's health.

I understand she was in a terrible automobile accident about a year and a

half ago.

And to be honest, they have had some marital problems.

It'd be very helpful if you could be more specific. What kind of problems?

I really don't want to talk about those things, Mr. Carew.

It's not my business.

Besides, I think you can see how much Mr. Ames is upset by all of this.

Look, Mr. DeMarco, this really isn't the time to withhold evidence.

We need your help, and we need it now.

You know, it doesn't take very long for a kidnapper's trail to get cold. Mr.

Carew, I can assure you, if I knew more, I'd tell you more.

But Ken and Christine speak very little about their past. She's especially

sensitive about it.

Mr. Carew?

Do you have a radio call?

Excuse me. Sure.

Giroux. This is Duke. Yeah, Duke.

We found the chauffeur in the limousine, but Diamond had paid a road near the

tunnel. I'm on my way.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. But that's all I remember.

It all happened so fast, it was like lightning, really.

Before I realised what was happening, they were alongside of us, banging the

car, trying to run us off the road. A lady ship's in the back seat, screaming

her bleeding head off.

The car must look a right royal mess with all that banging about.

So you just drove it into the ditch?

Drove it?

It was out of control, mate.

Well, I panicked a little.

Anyway, I passed out when I hit that bleeding tree down there.

Well, you know the rest.

Oh, my, it's beating like the inside of a bleeding steel mill.

You said there were two of them?

Two men?

Yeah, that's right.

Can you describe them for me?

Oh, I'm sorry, Inspector.

I've already told your friend here.

They were wearing those knit masks.

You know, like they wear for skiing.

I'll tell you something, though. They were mean.

A couple of animals, if you ask me.

What about the car?

What about it?

What did it look like?

Blue. Nah, bluey green.

You know, big car.

Must have been American.

Cool, I could kick myself for not getting the license plate number.

Hey, I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, here's this bleeding chauffeur who can't even tell you the

type of car it was until he creamed him off the highway, right? And that sounds

pretty strange.

Well, all I can tell you is that it happened so fast that I was desperately

trying to save my life, which, lucky for me, I did.

Thanks for your help, Mr Wilkins.

Give him an eye on me.

Horrible business, that.

Kidnapping a missus like that.

And I hope you catch those thugs that done it.

What do you think, Kimmel?

Well, I think he talks a lot and says nothing.

There's something screwy here, Duke.

This guy's a professional driver.

Cars are his business.

He should have given us more on that other car.

There's not much to go on.

No, but it's all we got.

Look, put out an APB on those two guys you described and the vehicle they were

driving, huh? Right. Duke, don't let that Wilkins guy out of your sight.

I want a 24-hour tail on him.

If he sneezes in the middle of the night, I want to know about it, okay?

Hi, Lori. What do you got?

I'm not sure.

It's a long shot, but I think I'm on to something.

According to gorgeous Giorgio, the hairdresser, Mrs. Ames was pretty

jealous of her husband.

Seems their marriage was on pretty shaky ground.

Yeah, I think that's what DeMarco was trying to tell me.

Did he also try to tell you that Mrs.

Ames hired a detective when they got to Hawaii to follow her husband?

She was convinced he was having an affair with another woman.

This detective got a name?

Of course.

About six months ago, somebody was dipping into the till at Giorgio's shop.

He couldn't figure out which one of his help was doing it.

He happened to mention it to Mrs. Ames, and she gave him this.

Modest fee, call me.

Is he serious?

Seems to be. He's listed as a retired sergeant at HPD.

Anybody talk to him?

Yeah, I gave him a call, and I got a recording. He said he's at his downtown

office at 1246 Hopaka.

And?

It's a pool hall.

Your regular Sam Spade, huh?

Well, I guess I better go talk to him down at his office.

And I just might have a few questions for our friend Ames.

You think he's in on it, too?

I don't know.

Anything's possible.

So you ran 50 balls. Big deal.

That dizzy broad got snatched, huh?

You'll pardon me if I don't get all unstrung about dead news.

As a matter of fact, even if it's true, I still don't care.

I'm not asking you to care. I'm asking you for information.

Think you can handle it?

I got 140 IQ, pal.

Who'd have thought 5-0 would come to Nick Rossiter for help?

Hey, tell me, Carew.

Are you sure she was kidding?

What's that supposed to mean? Oh, no doubt she's missing.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here now.

But are you sure somebody else did it?

Did Mrs.

Ames hire you to follow her husband?

Yeah, she hired me.

A bonanza for me, too, believe me. Because this broad had money to burn.

This wasn't going to be one of those $100, I'll take his picture, she takes

him to court jobs.

Oh, no. This broad was loaded.

She was angry. She was gonna roast her old man. And she didn't care how much it

cost her to do it.

Frankly, pal, she was a nutcase.

Do you remember what she told you?

Do I look like a dummy?

Of course I remember what she told me. You want the story? Okay.

But you stop me if you've heard it.

One, her old man has fooling around with another broad.

Two... She's got no proof.

So three, she hires me to find out who the other woman is.

So I did.

I found out.

Well, all right, who was it?

It was her.

Her who?

Don't you get it?

It's wild. They found a new way for rich people to make you look like an idiot.

This broad hired me to find herself.

I don't know why, Mr. Rossiter, but I find that just a little hard to believe.

You believe that? There was no other woman.

I could have killed her when I found out what her game was.

Listen, Carew, Nick Rossiter may not be the smartest guy, and he may not hang

around with the best bunch of people, but he ain't nobody's fool.

Now, the next time I saw that broad, I told her what she could do with her

money and her old man.

And I ain't seen her since, because she's a fruitcake.

Are you sure that was Mrs.

Ames and not somebody that just looked like her?

How close did you get to her?

I used binoculars, Carew.

No question about it. It was her. Now, listen.

Mrs. Ames hired me because her husband was having an affair with Mrs.

Ames. Now, that's a double whammy, ain't it?

Oh, we're awake, are we?

Well, I can't talk to you now.

Business before pleasure.

First, we have to make our little phone call.

Life is dead.

If a cop's involved, she's dead.

If there's any follow-up, robbing off the money, she's dead.

Do you have the million dollars?

Yes. Outside, behind the surface lines in the garden, there's a box.

You'll find detailed instructions.

Relax, Mrs. A.

This will all be over for you in a little while.

How much time?

About 40 minutes.

About?

About?

Ken, McGarrett is sending someone over.

Good. That's very helpful.

Ken, I really don't think you should go alone.

Now, maybe McGarrett can... I am going alone.

There will be no police interference.

Do you understand that, Dave?

Now, you're my lawyer. You make that clear to McGarrett. No interference.

I won't have my wife's murder on my conscience.

All right.

Thank you.

Where's Ames?

Come on, DeMarco. The officer monitoring the phone just called and said the

ransom of the man just came in. Now, where is he? You're too late, Mr. Carew.

He's already left to make the drop.

Where's Dr. Ames?

He's making the drop.

You got anything helpful, Laurie?

Helpful, maybe. Certainly interesting.

Take a look at this.

It's an enlarged photocopy of Mrs. Ames' Texas driver's license.

It's a little grainy, but you can still see her picture.

This is Mrs. Ames? Right.

Well, who is that?

You tell me.

Look, these are two entirely different women.

Right. Mr.

DeMarco, can you shed any light on this?

I don't know.

Is it a fake?

No, it's not a fake. That's what Mrs. Ames used to look like back in Texas.

Dr. Ames is a plastic surgeon, isn't he?

Are you trying to tell me he did this?

Oh, the accident.

I knew she'd been injured badly, but I never imagined it.

Lily, what is the story on the accident?

A little more than a year ago, on a highway between Fort Worth and Dallas,

Dr. Ames and his wife were on their way home. It was raining.

He apparently hit a slippery section.

The car went out of control and swerved off the highway at a very high speed.

Dr. Ames escaped with minor injuries.

And Mrs. Ames?

Not so lucky.

She sustained severe facial damage, burns, broken bones, and serious

internal injuries.

The woman nearly died.

And so the good doctor put her all back together again.

There was one major difference.

He'd given her a new face.

Well.

Look out, darling. I'm soaking wet.

I was worried.

Well, you worry too much. Everything's going just like we planned.

Did you take care of her? Yes.

Now relax.

You're going to give yourself a heart attack, and then what would we do?

How would we spend all that lovely money?

I don't care about the money. You know that. It's all for you.

I know, darling. You're wonderful.

How did Larry handle the police?

I haven't seen him yet.

He's under medical observation at the hospital.

Yeah, they're watching him, too.

I don't trust him, Lisa.

It's a damned insult.

Oh, Kenny, come on. Don't be silly.

He's a good boy.

I don't like him.

McGarrett's already suspicious.

He's not an ordinary cop.

They're all ordinary.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be cops.

What about DeMarco?

What about DeMarco?

Well, won't he recognize you?

Kenny, sweetheart.

How many times has he seen Christine since she's been here? Twice. Three

times.

She's practically a recluse.

Outside of going to have her hair done once a week, who does she see? Where

does she go?

Don't worry about DeMarco.

But your voice, he'll know.

Now, Kenny, you have just been worrying and worrying about this thing, and I

have told you not to worry so.

Still worried?

Darling.

Very soon.

This is all going to be over. No more police. No more Christine.

Just you and me and the world. Darling, you've got to be strong.

There's no time for second thoughts.

You can't pull Christine from the burning car now.

It's done.

I know.

I forgot.

You're right.

Are you alright?

Are we having a lua?

You should have told me, Mr. Carew. I'd have roasted a pig.

Yeah, that's too bad. I could use a little roast pig right about now.

What happened out there, Ames?

It all happened very quickly. I only saw one man.

His features weren't visible.

He was wearing one of those scuba diving outfits.

His body was underwater.

Then how do you know it was a man?

Perhaps it was a woman.

Well, he spoke. He asked me to throw him the money bag.

Then what?

I did as he asked. I threw him the bag.

He took it.

That's it.

When it was over, I turned the boat around and came back here.

And we're right glad to see you, sir.

But did the man say anything about Christine?

No. I already told you everything I know.

You seem very nervous, Doctor.

Perhaps you should sit down.

I'll be all right.

All right, lady.

Get me to the police.

It was horrible.

Him.

Wilkins.

I screamed for him to help me.

But he didn't respond.

He was unconscious.

They pulled me from the car.

How many were there, Mrs. Ames?

I only saw two of them.

But they had guns.

One of them put a handkerchief over my mouth.

I must have passed out a moment later.

I don't remember anything.

Until I woke up near the highway.

I have no idea how I got there.

Or when.

You were unconscious the whole time?

Look at her arm.

You must have been giving her injections to keep her out. She's lucky they didn't

kill her.

I don't care what it takes.

Or what the cost.

I want the men who did this to me.

Do you understand, Mr. McCarrick?

If it takes a reward, you'll have it. Just ask the sum.

But I can't just let them get away with this.

That goes for me as well.

I know I've been very difficult, but you can count on me to do everything in my

power to assist you from here on out.

Very well, Doctor. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.

Well, at least Christine is home safe again.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes.

I'm just a little tired, that's all.

Of course.

We can continue this tomorrow, McGarrett.

Excuse me, just one more thing.

Can you tell me anything about a man named Nick Rossiter?

Get some water.

Christine, are you all right?

McGarrett, your questions will have to wait.

Very well.

Let's go.

I'll talk to you later.

Hold it a second.

Mrs. Ames is up to something. There's more than a simple kidnapping going on

here. Just too cute.

Especially that fainting spell when I asked about Nick Rossiter. We'll talk

about it when we get back to the office.

They've

gone.

We did it. We pulled it off.

I guess we have.

Well, let's celebrate, eh?

A little toast to our future.

By all means, a toast.

Doctor.

And Mrs. Ames.

May they be right happy with each other.

Why was McGarrett asking about Nick Rossiter?

Who's Nick Rossiter?

I don't know. Does it make a difference?

Well, it makes a lot of difference. McGarrett wouldn't have asked, but it

wasn't important.

Listen, what's the matter?

Go on down. I'll be there in a minute.

You're double-crossing me.

You poisoned me.

I'm just not a very good wife, Anne Lyon.

Wake up, Dr. Ames.

What happened?

Why don't you tell us?

Where are they?

Where are who?

Wilkinson.

My wife.

They drugged me.

Why would they want to do that?

Oh, my God, she ran off with him.

Everything. She threw it away.

For him.

You know, I think we're almost there. I'd better go change.

I don't see anything but water.

How can you tell when you're in the money?

How can you tell when you're in anything?

Oh, trust me, darling. I know.

Hey Lisa, I hope you speak some Portuguese.

That's what they speak in Brazilian, not Spanish.

This is how Lord Nelson got his start.

Lisa, look here.

First Lord of the Admiralty.

Lisa!

She's dead.

Oh, no!

It was your boat we were following.

We had it on the radar screen when it happened.

She's dead.

Both of them are dead.

Wilkins and Christine, they're both dead.

Christine? Yes.

She was with him.

They left together.

No, not Christine, Doctor.

Somebody else.

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

Why would your wife, Christine, go to all this trouble just to run off with

your chauffeur?

I don't know. She was in love with him. They were having an affair.

Don't you think it's time we stopped playing games with each other, Doctor?

It's no secret that your marriage was in serious trouble.

You wanted to be with your girlfriend, but your wife, Christine, refused to

give you a divorce, didn't she?

So she had an accident.

Or should I say, an accident was arranged for her.

But she didn't die.

She was disfigured. That was over a year ago.

This is outrageous.

I never tried to kill her. I was the one who pulled her from that car.

Your lawyer, DeMarco, called you the dean of plastic surgeons on this island.

Was it your idea to give your wife the same face as your girlfriend's?

That is insane.

So was the kidnapping, doctor.

And it might have worked.

Kidnap the real Mrs. Ames and replace her with her double, your girlfriend.

Now, no one would be the wiser, particularly here in Hawaii, away from

all of Christine's friends and family on the mainland. That's crazy. You don't

know what you're talking about.

Oh, I think I do.

It all went well except for one ironic twist.

Your girlfriend, Lisa, had something else planned.

She double-crossed you.

Kimo? May I see that, please?

You're going to love this, Ames.

You recognize it, huh?

We found it beside you while you were still unconscious.

I'm sorry, Kenny.

You knew it all along, didn't you, that I love Larry.

So this was the only way.

Oh, Lisa.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't go on playing your wife and I couldn't kill Christine.

I knew you wanted me to, but murder just isn't my thing.

Anyway, she's alive just as we left her.

Why don't you look at it this way, Kenny? At least they won't be trying you

for murder.

So, I'll write you from Rio.

And thanks a million.

She's alive?

Christine is alive?

Yeah.

And I think you better tell us where she is.

Duke,

what do you got?

I have the bottle, Steve.

Floor form.

Okay, mark it for evidence, Duke.

Right.

All right, gentlemen.

Well, you can relax now. It's all over.

Wilkins and that woman, they almost killed me.

You'll forgive me, Mr. McGarrett, but I'm not sorry they're both dead.

I understand.

You know, Mrs. Ames, there's one piece of this puzzle that still doesn't fit.

The explosion on the boat. We have reason to believe that it was not an

accident. You think my husband's responsible for that, too?

No, no, Mr. McGarrett.

He couldn't be that jealous of Wilkins that he would murder them both.

No, Dr. Ames didn't do it.

He may have suspected Lisa and Wilkins would double-cross him, but he didn't

know for sure.

Until it was too late.

Then who?

Remember Nick Rossiter?

Nick Rossiter was a detective that I hired for something personal.

Not really.

He's a detective that Christine hired.

And you're not Christine, you're Lisa.

You killed Christine and Wilkins, didn't you?

With Wilkins and Christine out of the way and Dr. Ames going to prison, you

figure you'd come back as Christine and keep it all.

You're clever.

With Christine's fortune, you could have left Hawaii tomorrow.

Never see Dr.

Ames or any of us again.

Am I right, Lisa?

That's all conjecture, Mr. McGarrett.

Not conjecture. We have the evidence.

Do you know what Red Door Red is?

No.

Nail polish.

Applied at Giorgio Salone where Mrs. Ames, the real Mrs. Ames, Christine

Ames, had her hair and her nails done every week. Always with clear polish.

Always with the exception of this wig.

This week, she tried a color.

Red door red.

If you were Christine, your nails would be red door red.

But they're not.

Okay, chemo. Booker.

Murder one.