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[ Upbeat surf theme playing ]

[ Suspenseful theme playing ]

The property's on a slope of Diamond Head.

Runs--

Let's see.

--on this side of the dirt road.

Pull up here.

It's a great chunk.

But you're talking about tying up a lot of cash.

Once it's re-zoned, sure, but I don't know.

The Carpenter place comes right down to this point here.

See, I wanna consider the people in this community

who'd fight it.

Hey, Julio.

[ ominous theme playing ][ thud ]

[ sirens wailing ]

Eighty-seven dollars in cash. Credit cards. Driver's license.

You're sure you made a positive ID?

Oh, yeah. That's him, all right.

Howard Crystal.

Have you had time to run him down?

Just that he was a successful businessman.

Island Thrifty stores.

Who found the body?

That little fella.

The one in the light-blue shirt.

Estimated time of death?

NICK: You want my guess?Try us.

Three, maybe four hours when we got here.

Body temperature warm.

Do you think it's a hit?

It's got that execution stamp.

Yeah. Weapon, the rope, the way he was tied.

It's the whole syndicate bit.

I thought Steve would wanna check it out.

Yeah, he sure will.Yeah.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

DANNO: He was Mr. Clean himself.

McGARRETT: For the last five years, anyway.

Jenny, you take it, will you, please?

Chin, what about Crystal's business?

We just did a quick check, Steve.

He was a partner in the Island Thrifty retail stores.

It's a wheeler-dealer outfit, isn't it?

Import items, job lots.

Yeah, but the IRS and Customs

ran a check on them a year ago, and they came out straight.

Well, doesn't look too promising, does it?

Danno, push for everything you can get from the mainland.

Let's dig up every nitpicking fact we can on Howard Crystal.

Right.

Che, what do you got?

Blank, Steve. No prints, no tire impressions.

We're reasonably certain the homicide took place

where the body was discovered, if that's any help.

What about the murder weapon?

It's a cheap foreign revolver.

Serial number's been filed off, and the silencer is homemade.

Well, that's a big help.

It's slick and very professional.

Has his wife been notified?DANNO: Nick covered that.

And I talked to his business partner, Jack Houston.

This stuff clear for the press?

No, no. No, don't release it. I'll talk to the widow.

Chin, you and Ben check with Abe Kemper.

If the syndicate has any interest in Howard Crystal,

that old hood will know.

[ phone buzzing ]

Yeah, Jenny?JENNY: Paul Hamilton.

Chin. Che.

How's it, Paul?Easy, Ben.

If you're in trouble, Steve, I know a cheap lawyer.

McGARRETT: Cheap? How about good?

[ chuckles ]

How you been, Paul?Busy.

Walk me to my car, will you? We're running late.

I'd like to catch you sometime when you're not on the run.

Okay, let's have lunch, anytime.

Something we can do for you at Five-0, Paul?

Well, uh, yeah.

You're looking into a homicide,

a character named Howard Crystal.

We'd like you to work through us.

Sure. If it's federal jurisdiction,

you put it through channels, sure.

I'd rather not do that, Steve.

National security? Where have I heard that before?

Come on. No, it's nothing like that.

It just could tie in with something we've been working on.

Just put it in our hands,

and you'll come out smelling like a rose.

And we'll really do a job.

And we locals at Five-0 won't, huh?

I didn't mean that, Steve.

No way, Paul. No way, unless you put it through channels

and do it right.McGarrett.

I have great respect for the locals, Steve.

Good. Good. It's reciprocal,

because I have great respect for the bureau.

What we should do every so often is have lunch.

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[ suspenseful theme playing ]

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

I'd like to see Mrs. Crystal, please.

Come with me, please.

If you'll wait here, sir.

Two weeks into the honeymoon.

Sorry, Mrs. Crystal. I know the timing is bad.

I need a few answers.

I understand, Mr. McGarrett.

You are--?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, McGarrett.

About an hour ago, I found myself forcing the tears,

trying to cry. Would you believe it?

I guess I don't really realize Howard's dead.

I don't accept it.

Come by Friday. Watch me go to pieces.

I guess it happens that way sometimes.

Can you handle this now?

Sure, sure. I'm very together.

What would you like to know? Would you like a drink?

No, thanks.You don't mind if I do?

No. No, no, please.

I'm not much for booze.

Howard always said after the second drink,

I got less sexy and more verbal than any woman he ever knew.

Maybe today I'll have a double.

What would you like to know?

Personal things? Gossipy items?

How about a shameful detail or two? Something like that?

How about Mr. Crystal before he came to the islands?

Haven't the foggiest.

Well, he'd only been in Hawaii for five years.

I know. I met him three years ago.

We went together, split up,

went back together. You know how it is.

Marriage time.

And no visits from old friends?

No reminiscences? No hometown talk?

Wild, isn't it?

Yeah.

You sure you don't want a drink?

No. Never use it. Thank you.

Howard was a nut.

Come on, I'll show you.

Look around. Make yourself at home.

If you have any questions, I'll be at the bar, trying.

Thank you.

Can't do it. Never could. I get sick before I get drunk.

I guess I'm afraid to abandon my control.

How about you?

You over-controlled?

Yeah. Yeah, most of the time.

Yeah.

Listen, I wasn't gonna tell you this, but who knows?

Maybe it'll help.

There was nothing between Howard and me for almost a year.

He just wasn't interested.

I figured maybe it was another lady,

or maybe a couple of other ladies.

Flat out accused him.

Called him a lot of nasty names. I'm not always shy.

He denied it. Said he was going through a stage,

and a lot of other excuses.

You know how that is?

I've heard.

He wouldn't give me a divorce.

Gave me everything else.

All the bonuses and none of the bother.

Now, some women would think that's super,

but I'm not that kind of lady.

Does any of this help?

Yeah. Yeah, it might.

Look, this is mean of me,

but if you find out he was mixed up with some young chick,

I mean, don't tell me her name or anything.

I'd just like to know, to punish myself.

We'll try to keep you posted. May I take these?

Sure. Anything else?

Recent picture.

Howard Crystal, still life.Hmm.

Speaking of pictures,

Howard and I had only one real fight.

I used to see him, now and then, looking at this nutty picture.

It was of an old football team. Two rows of those grubby losers.

Anyway,

I wanted to get him something special for his birthday.

So I snuck that old picture out of his desk,

had it blown up about yay big, tinted and framed.

When he saw it, wow,

pure rage. Went right through the ceiling.

I've never seen anyone so mad. It was kind of neat.

What happened to the picture?He stomped on it,

tore it up, and threw it into the fireplace.

The original too?

Mm-hm. Couple weeks later,

I asked him what was so important about that picture.

He laughed, patted me on the behind,

said it was just one of his fantasies.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Crystal. I'll see that you get this back.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

If you dig wild animals, you're gonna love this act.

I don't wanna talk to no punks.

[ dog barking ]

Get rid of it.

All right, Abe. Quit clowning.

Steve wanted us to touch base with you.

Then you tell him to fall by in person.

I don't deal with the second team.

No big deal, Abe. All he wants to know--

It's a lack of respect!

He thinks I'm some damn nobody. He don't have to talk to me.

I don't have to talk to him.

Abe, come on, it's no big thing.

I talk to the top man.

I always talk to the top man, you understand?

You talked to me when you wanted to arrange a stadium pass.

Of course. You arrange those things.

Abe, one question.

Give it to McGarrett.

Abe, come on.Get out of here.

Get off my property.

[ dog growling ]

Sic them. Sic them. Sic them.

Sic them. Sic them. Sic them.

Sic them. Sic them.

[ dog barking, growling ]

MAN: Howard and I were more than partners, McGarrett.

We were good buddies too.

When I came here from the mainland,

I thought I was getting away from all of this.

Sit down.Thank you.

How did you happen to hook up with Howard Crystal?

He bought in.

I had a little nickel-and-dime thing going,

and Howard saw the potential. He had a lot of good ideas.

Forty thousand dollars cash.

That was when? Five years ago?Five years ago.

Sat down and wrote me out a check.

Did you get a rundown on him first?

A credit reference? Anything?

No, not really. I'll tell you,

anytime a man hands me a negotiable check for $40,000,

he's buying himself a lot of instant credibility with me.

If he trusts me, I'll trust him.

Then you know nothing about his background?

Not really. Howard built

kind of like a little wall of pleasantness around himself.

He was a very private guy. I can dig that.

He was a pretty good jock. And the way he operated,

I figured he'd been a real tough kid. That's it.

How's the business faring?Pretty good.

Every once in a while, I have a little cash-flow problem,

but that's the name of this game. We're okay.

We may wanna check back with you, Mr. Houston. Thank you.

Anytime. I'll be here.

So, Mr. McGarrett, if it'll help, I'd--

Well, this isn't just a grandstand play,

but I'd like to post a $10,000 reward.

Might help.

We got a deal.

Say, how's--

How's Mrs. Crystal taking all this?

It's hard to say. I don't know the lady.

Yeah.

I talked to her on the phone. She seemed pretty shaky.

Yeah, it's tough.

That was one of the few really good marriages around.

Thank you.

Steve wants the lab to check those out.

They're from Howard Crystal's private collection.

Was he on something?He was a muscle builder.

You know, body beautiful, big pecs.

That can become addictive.

Steve needs everything you can get.

Scars, vaccinations, everything.

He's got it.

[ phone ringing ]

DANNO: I'll get it.McGARRETT: Where's Jenny?

It's after 8, Steve.

Hawaii Five-0.

Yes, sir. Steve? Governor.

McGarrett.

Yes, sir? Oh, fine.

Yeah, the Howard Crystal case?

The attorney general's office called me from Washington.

If I understand correctly,

it's more a question of confidentiality

than jurisdiction.

You would simply report to the bureau

and to Paul Hamilton personally.

Do I read you right, governor? Is that an order?

No.

No, Steve, I am not ordering you,

and I want you to use your own best judgment.

Well, I think it's a dangerous precedent, governor.

If Hamilton wants the case,

he has to make it part of the record.

Now, I told him that. It's always been the procedure.

Sounds reasonable to me.

Look, Steve, it's your baby. Do it your way.

Thank you, sir.

Pressure?

The Crystal case?Yeah.

The bureau is putting the heat on through Washington.

I wonder why.

What's their beef?I don't know,

but I'm gonna find out.

You wanna see a mess? And there's more in the garage.

[ mysterious theme playing ]

Is there anything that predates his coming to the islands?

Well, not so far, but I have to tell you,

I don't know what I'm reading.

This was attached to the bill from Hana Photoprint.

When they made a blowup of the football picture,

they made a copy negative. I hope it's important.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

DANNO: This is Howard Crystal.

I sure can't find him in this picture.

CHIN: Looks like it was taken back in Ben's day.

Oldie, but goody.[ chuckles ]

Check the picture out

with a couple of the sporting-good houses.

Based on the equipment,

maybe they can fix the year.Right.

McGARRETT: Anything on Crystal locally or from the mainland?

CHIN: Oh, just a clean bill. No arrests. Nothing really.

DANNO: Take a look at the corner of this picture. It's been cut off.

Probably on the original.

Could be the photographer's name.

Yeah, could be.

CHIN: Maybe Mr. Crystal didn't want it traced.

You notice their ages? A mixed bag.

They're such a mangy lot.

They couldn't be anything but a small-time, semipro club.

I played some right after Korea.

Six dollars a game, pay your own doctor bills.

Murder.

Ben, check with Professor Lafferty at the university.

The trees and the foliage look like mainland.

You mean pin down the geographical area?

Yeah. And, Danno,

when you get the approximate year and the locale,

pull a list of all the semipro clubs from the sports annual.

Right.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

I thought you might want to see this for yourself.

Have you told him?I was waiting for you.

Howard Crystal was a retread.

A retread?

That's what I wanted to tell you.

Tell me. Well,

he had a nose job. That's common enough.

But there was a bone graft

to change the shape of the jaw.

Deep sanding of the skin. Very extensive hair implants.

There was a partial lift on one side of his face.

Very unusual.

Steve, do you know about anabolic steroids?

No. Oh, weightlifters,

sometimes football players, take them.

It's not the greatest idea in the world.

They can affect your sex life.

But to put on extra bulk, say, 40 or 60 pounds,

it's one way to go.

Steroids were originally developed to fatten cattle.

How long ago do you think he started on them?

Well, a long time.

Five years?At least that.

Any other marks or scars or tattoos?

CHE: Left bilateral meniscus.

Cartilage in the knee.

That's the common football player's complaint.

And this.

Indication of dye in the lymph glands.

Don't see that often.

And what does that mean?

A residual coloring matter in the lymph gland:

that's a positive indication that, at one time or another,

Mr. Crystal had been tattooed.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

This goes to Washington. One to NCIC and NAPL.

Mark "urgent, rush."

Steve wants an ID on this man as fast as he can get it.

Julio Bocher, budding halfback and syndicate informer.

What do you know?

CHIN: We got a quick feedback on that blowup.

DANNO: If I was a syndicate informer,

I'd wanna be very quick in the open field.

CHIN: That's got to be why Paul Hamilton's so interested.

Was Howard Crystal Julio Bocher? That is the question.

You know what shakes that, Steve?

What? The prints.

We pulled them right off the corpse.

Mainland says they belong to Howard Crystal.

No mention of Julio Bocher.

Yeah, but we still have to figure

that Bocher and Crystal were connected.

With the steroids, the surgery and the professional hit,

I would like to work with the assumption

that they were one guy.

DANNO: Okay, Steve, but you gotta admit one thing:

Nobody could look at Howard Crystal

and figure he was Julio Bocher.

Not their pictures.

McGARRETT: But isn't that the way it should be?

If Julio Bocher lived as Howard Crystal for seven years

after he informed on the syndicate buddy,

his-- His cover would have to be perfect.

Yeah, it explains the hit.

See if you can run down Paul Hamilton for me.

I want to try something.

I think I'll go and see Abe Kemper.

Well, you better take your dog repellent.

Sure, sure, that's how you figure.

Anything is wrong, I must've done it.

Who sunk the Titanic?

Who stole the Mona Lisa?

Abe Kemper and the syndicate.

Abe, I didn't say anything about a syndicate.

Sure, sure. You know there's a rock group

called The Syndicate?

Oh, come on. You're putting me on.

No. They're on Marathon Records.

First they called themselves Darrell and the Syndicate.

Now they're just called The Syndicate.

What's the matter? You're on the carpet?

Did I say anything about being on the carpet?

McGarrett, a dude like you,

you suffer from terminal honesty.

I can dig it. I can. It's a little stupid.

But different strokes for different folks.

Abe,

what about Julio Bocher?

Never heard of him.

I know where Julio Bocher is,

and if any of your folks are interested,

I can arrange a meeting.

Why?I have my reasons, okay?

Trust me.Sure, sure, okay.

Get the people together. I'm a marriage broker.

I'll leave the pictures, Abe.

Come by some Monday afternoon, McGarrett,

watch the game, okay?

I'll spring for the beer. There's always a vacant seat.

You know what I mean? Hmm?

[ upbeat theme playing ]

[ tires screeching ]

Why didn't you tell me

that Howard Crystal was Julio Bocher?

We didn't even let him tell his own wife.

All right, Paul.

All right. The bureau gave Bocher a new identity.

Now, I can buy that. A deal is a deal.

But when he's dumped on the side of Diamond Head,

why all the games, huh?

That's homicide on a local level.

It was not just a homicide, Steve.

What was it?Security.

Somebody busted his cover.

That means there could be a serious leak,

and it could be right in my own office.

Now, how do you think that's gonna look?

Oh, come on, brother.I warned you, Steve.

I offered. You should've let us handle it.

Why? Because you're super-fuzz,

and we're supposed to content ourselves

with the chicken fights and illegal parking?

Why is everybody so damn paranoid?

All right, Paul, let me leave you with one thought.

Without any cooperation,

Five-0 cracked Howard Crystal's cover in less than four days

and came up with Julio Bocher.

And I can guarantee you

that it had nothing to do with a leak in your security.

Well, I am impressed.

That's brilliant police work. And as soon as you have time,

I want a complete written report

on just how you put it all together.

I'll get you a personal commendation

signed by the chief.

Paul, just so we don't step on each other's toes,

why don't we have lunch once a month?

Just you and me. Okay, brah?

[ heroic theme playing ]

[ phone ringing ]

JENNY: Hawaii Five-0.

One moment, please.

Abe Kemper for you.

McGarrett.

Yes, Abe?

Well, what do you know?

Yeah, I'll be in touch.

Yeah, you can bet. Thank you.

That was Abe Kemper. A friend of a friend, says Abe,

would like to meet Julio Bocher.

Abe doesn't know Bocher's dead?

No, and neither do his friends.

Well, if they don't know Bocher's dead,

then their syndicate didn't stomp him.

That's what I'm thinking. So it's a whole new ball game.

[ ominous theme playing ]

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

You checked out everyone at the funeral?

Twenty-nine of them, including the priest. Big zero.

Danno, show them what we have so far.

Well, these turned out to be the Utica Grizzlies,

semipro team from upstate New York.

This picture was made 15 years ago

by a photographer named George Simon.

A little more than a year ago,

someone sent Simon a copy of this picture

asking for the names of the players.

He remembers the inquiry came from Hawaii.

Julio Bocher's name is listed on the original roster.

That's him.

We have to figure some shrewd character

ran the picture down step by step, just as we did.

But, Steve, someone else has to figure

Julio Bocher and Howard Crystal the same dude.

That's too big a jump if you're not sitting where we are.

Yeah, that bothered me too, Chin.

But suppose--

[ snapping fingers ]

Just suppose that you suspected

Crystal had something to hide,

that he might be one of the guys on this team.

By using a magnifying glass, you can eliminate all but four

just by comparing height and build.

And of the four, one of them turns out to be Julio Bocher,

vanished syndicate informer.

Once you have the name, you can get Bocher's picture and story

from the newspaper account of the trial.

A shrewd operator could put the whole thing together

with nothing but that picture.

Yeah. That's the way we gotta figure it.

Now, what about Houston?

BEN: Houston swings pretty good.

He's been with a different chick the last three nights,

all of them very foxy.

He's not playing the bereaved friend.

Some people just know how to forget.

Hmm.

Okay, let's stick with Houston and Mrs. Crystal now.

They're the ones most likely

to have stumbled upon the double identity.

By the way, if there's a will, I'd like to have a look at it.

I can pick it up.All right. Round the clock

on Mrs. Crystal and Jack Houston, gentlemen.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

This guy should've been a cab driver.

Don't tighten down on him too much, Danno.

I get competitive.

We've been on him ten minutes,

and I can quote you seven violations.

Two more, and he'd serve less time for homicide.

[ chuckles ]

There's the lady.

[ engine starts ]

He's doing it. Let's roll.

Think it's a Bernie cab. Think the last number was 415.

Hey, neat. We get to go shopping.

Just keep your eyes on the lady.

I can't keep them off her.

Great stride.

I can tighten down.

No, no. He's already got the cutes.

Get a list of the occupants. I'll go around back.

[ ominous theme playing ]

You're right, Steve. What can I say?

McGARRETT: How did it happen?I blew it.

Go back and cover her house.Okay.

Take Nick.Right.

Are you sure she didn't spot you?

No, believe me. She didn't pick up on the tail.

It was just one of those things.

Okay, then forget it. Forget it.

DANNO: But, Paul, Steve drew you a picture.

PAUL: All right, it's possible, I admit it. Okay?

But in my personal opinion, it is far-fetched. Is that fair?

Seems simple enough to me.Paul, Ben, Ben, cool it.

How would his wife recognize him from that old football picture?

Now, Howard Crystal was sharper than either his wife or Houston.

And tougher. And what have you got for evidence?

Adultery? Man, to these people, that is a status symbol.

Okay, okay, Paul.

You've got a point there, but hear me out.

I wanna pursue this as if Carla and Jack Houston

did indeed make the connection

between Howard Crystal and Julio--

What the hell was his name?

Bocher. Bocher.

Okay? All right. Sure.

Sure, we're in this together, but let's move on it.

It still doesn't rule out a security leak.

All right, let's agree. Have you seen the will?

No.Here.

Thanks.

Carla Crystal is the sole heir and beneficiary

to all property and insurance.

He wouldn't give her a divorce. You know that.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

McGARRETT: And in addition to a policy on his wife,

Howard Crystal had a sizable policy

made out to his friend Jack Houston. How come?

Bocher insisted on the policy.

It was part of the original deal.

The government pays off the insurance company,

and it's all hush-hush.What about Jack Houston?

Through their company, they purchased a policy

which gives the surviving partner

the face value of the insurance.

Syndicate informer's federal welfare and insurance plan, huh?

[ tapping on desk ]

Once Houston or Carla, the two of them together,

got the whole story, they must've really figured

they stumbled onto the perfect crime.

They stomp out Howard Crystal.

They make it look like a pro hit.

They collect the insurance.Kind of neat.

McGARRETT: Yeah, but it gets neater.

Now, to keep us off their backs,

they spoon-feed us the evidence, an item at a time,

to make it look like a syndicate hit,

and to lead to the real identity of Howard Crystal.

Well, that's really shrewd, fellas.

Take tomorrow off.

You've got it all figured out,

and there isn't 6 cents' worth of evidence

to prove one damn thing.

It's theory time, right?

Good night.

[ exhales ]

He's right, you know. It is all theory.

And we can't get a conviction on theory.

We've got to have the facts. Now, how do we get them?

Let's call it a night, shall we?

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

Excuse me.Steve, where are you going?

I've been trying to get him here for three months,

and now he takes off when I'm beating him.

It's McGarrett. Patch me through to Dan Williams.

MAN: Ten-four.You win, Frank.

I'll get even with you next time.

DANNO: Yeah, Steve?

Danno, got an idea. Meet me at the office.

Okay, you have the picture of Bocher, right?

Right. Now, let's suppose

that you're looking for him. You know just one thing:

that he had himself redone.

The whole plastic bit. Nose job, chin maybe, hair implants.

You with me?Yep.

Now, you get a tip that your man

is one of these two.

Now, whom would you pick?

It's a tossup.

Either one could've had the bodywork done.

Bang! That's exactly what hit me on that golf course.

Houston is practically the same height,

and he has the same general build

that Julio had before the anabolic steroids.

What you're saying is that if Julio can become Howard Crystal,

Julio can become Jack Houston.

Why not?Yeah.

You've got something on your mind.

Yeah, and it just might work.

It's crazy, but it just might work.

Remember H.P.D. had two great undercover agents

working with us on that traveler's-check job last year?

I think one of them was Luisi.

The other was Feders. I know him.

See if you can have them assigned to us

for, say, four or five days.

Right.

We'll spoon-feed a little information

back to Mrs. Crystal and Jack Houston.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

MRS. CRYSTAL: What is this all about?

McGARRETT: Well, so far as we know, Mrs. Crystal,

you're not in any immediate danger.

We're fairly certain of that. Am I right, Paul?

Do you recognize either of these men?

I don't know these people.

You don't think that they might have come into the house,

say, as, oh, an inspector of some sort, or an exterminator?

Meter inspector?

Never saw either one of them.

Maybe we should get to this.

Are either of you aware that your Mr. Howard Crystal

had an entirely different identity?

Oh, come on.

Howard and I held insurance policies on each other.

He checked out just fine.

There's an explanation for the insurance.

The truth is that from his birth

until his release from the federal penitentiary

exactly nine years ago,

Mr. Howard Crystal used his real name,

Julio Bocher.

PAUL: He was a hood,

an established member of a loosely knit organization

or brotherhood we sometimes call the syndicate.

Howard?

Come on, you're kidding.

Howard was the most cautious,

unemotional, unexciting--

Howard the weightlifter?

He was just like anyone else. He was a sweet guy.

Mr. Bocher gave the bureau invaluable information.

In exchange, we provided him a whole new identity

from the cradle to the grave.

Let me come back to these two men.

This man is Francis Martin,

also known as Frank Morris.

This man is Todd Jelke,

sometimes called Jellyroll or J.R.

PAUL: We don't want to alarm you unduly, but these men

are known professional killers.

But it's over and done.

What would they want with me or Jack?

McGARRETT: That's a good question, Mrs. Crystal.

Frankly, we're a bit puzzled.

So far as we know, they're still in the islands.

At least they haven't left by any conventional means.

Now, if either or both of them approach you,

may I suggest that you do as they ask?

Cooperate with them.

And then, when it's safe,

you can call me or the bureau.

Mr. McGarrett, may I say

you've done a thorough job of scaring me to death?

I'm sorry.

Maybe we should provide them protection.

Oh, come on, they've gotta be

in Peoria or Marrakesh by now.

I mean, they must've been paid for killing Howard.

One hundred thousand dollars.

A hundred thousand?

You can't be serious.

It's what's called an open contract.

You kill him, prove you hit the right man,

and you can pick up your money.

The people who put up the money are good for it.

I'm numb. I really am.

It has to be a shocker.

While we're staying on the case, we'll be in touch with you.

All of you.MRS. CRYSTAL: Thank you.

I was wrong, Steve. Dead wrong. They're up to their armpits.

I hope you can prove it.

We'll prove it. We'll prove it.

[ soft music playing on radio ]Fix me a drink, will you?

MRS. CRYSTAL: Okay. You pleased?

Precaution, baby. It's not over yet.

[ music stops ]

But how about a comfortable lead going into the last quarter?

What about the two hoods?

It's possible.

They could be fishing too. McGarrett's cute.

Yeah. What are we supposed to do?

Collect the 100,000 on the open contract?

Oh, that's good. That's good. I hadn't thought of that.

Maybe we're supposed to get greedy now, huh? Real corny.

You know what hit me?

Maybe if we had waited one more week--

Somebody would've done it for us?

Oh, come on, Carla. We've been over that a hundred times.

We could never have been sure who we're in business with.

The chances of blackmail are--I know, I know.

But it would've been nicer if someone had done it for us.

All right?

All right, it would've been nicer.

Thank you. You better go.

You think so?

Oh, definitely. We have to keep cool.

Maybe we ought to shake hands

for the benefit of the hidden cameras.

Why not?

Nice doing business with you.

Likewise. Talk to you tomorrow.

Okay.

[ groovy music playing over radio ]

[ energetic theme playing ]

[ bell ringing ]

[ tires screech, bell rings ]

Waiter, I'll have another...

gimlet.

[ ominous theme playing ]

And she didn't say anything, Paul?

Fine. I'll check with you later.

Did Hamilton talk to Mrs. Crystal?

Yeah, called about 5:00. She didn't mention a thing.

Luisi and Feders checked in at 3:00 today.

They guarantee they've been spotted at least four times.

Luisi says Houston is beginning to panic.

Well, don't let our boys get overeager, Danno.

Oh, no. They're-- They're good.

We're right behind them, Steve. Every step.

Good. Let's keep it that way.

[ action theme playing ]

They're parked down the street again. It's the same car.

I'm calling McGarrett.No. Not yet.

Carla, look, I don't wanna panic.

I'm not panicking.

Look, I just wanna think it over for a minute, okay?

What's to think over?

Play it like a square, honest citizen.

That has to be the way.Oh, yeah, sure.

And what if they're witnesses?

I mean, what if they saw the whole thing?

Suppose they were tracking Howard at the time.

That's ridiculous. You'd have known.

They're visible enough.

Yeah, they are now.

Look, I'm just gonna go down there,

and I'm gonna find out exactly what it is they want.

I'm calling McGarrett.

Carla, I'm telling you, stay off the phone!

What have I gotta do, pull it out of the wall?

All right, all right, cool it.

Now, look,

if those guys out there are looking for Howard,

we can tell them exactly where he is.

If they're McGarrett's people, they're not about to hurt us.

And if they're looking for me, I'm gonna find out right now.

Why don't you just, for once, forget the macho?

[ door slams ]

McGarrett, Houston's coming onto us. All smiles. Out.

Danno, move down to the fork of Kahala and Huniki.

DANNO: Kahala and Huniki. Ten-four.

Hey, man. What's happening?

Put your hands on the car so I can see them.

Look, what is this?

You guys have been following me. Are you--? Are you cops?

You're tight with the fuzz.

Why would they follow you?

I don't know. Back taxes maybe. Can't say.

But I know you guys have been on my tail.

Never forget a face.

Yeah? That's real good.

Yeah, it'll all come back to you.

Am I supposed to know you?

Him, not me.

We played ball together.

Me? Sorry, buddy, you got the wrong guy.

Oh, I've changed some since then.

Got a little help from Doc Cabe.

New nose, rebuilt the cheekbones.

You remember the doc.

Sorry, buddy.

You got your wires crossed. I don't know any Dr. Cabe.

Julio, who are you kidding?

Julio? It's me,

Salvatore. Don't try to front me off.

You wanna go back to the house?

[ ominous theme playing ]

Look, man, you guys got it all wrong.

You think I'm Julio Bocher?

Then you're making a mistake. I'm not Julio.

And check with the police. Ask his wife.

Kind of garbled.

We had the equipment checked out with Communications.

They must be moving toward the house.

The insurance was just part of the deal, that's all.

Hey, man.

You played one great game for us, I'll give you that.

Two touchdowns, three interceptions.

He went both ways.

That was against Cooperstown, right, Julio?

Look, man, I'm telling you,

Julio is dead!Jack, honey.

Well, I ought to know he's dead.

I killed him!Jack, please.

Look, we both knew he was Julio.

Jack, they must be police. They can't have weapons.

They can't entrap us. Don't you see?

It's all over, lady. We have it on tape.

Hold it.

[ tense theme playing ]

[ tires screeching ]

[ sirens wailing ]

[ tires screeching ]

Houston just shot Jelke. He came out this way.

Chin, check the beach. Danno, get the service alley.

Ben, cover the street.

Get back and help Jelke. Let's go.

Houston,

throw down your weapon

and come out with your hands on your head!

Houston,

one shot over your head,

one time.

Okay, McGarrett! Okay!

Lean against the wall.

All right. Let's go.

[ indistinct radio chatter ]

Luisi.

[ heroic theme playing ]

Hey, Steve, how is it?

Oh, it's superficial.

I got a little crease in the deltoid.

Well, they haven't got a leg,

and now there's assault with intent to commit murder.

Their lawyers are gonna scream entrapment, Paul.

You can bet on that. What else have they got?

Nothing.

Paul?

Thanks for the cooperation.

Sure.

You know, what we ought to do is,

every now and then,

have lunch.

[ upbeat surf theme playing ]

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