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How many?

Two.

Three here.

Two for me.

One good one.

Three for the dealer.

Openers.

Pass.

Mine's worth 25.

I'm out.

I'm out.

I'll raise you 50.

I'm out.

Once more.

And back.

I'll call ya.

Aces over.

Three little fives.

Every time, man.

Every time I'm holding, you guys drop out,

and when I got nothing, you're all bumping.

You think you should be immune to bad luck?

I've had $3,000 worth of your bad luck.

Are you trying to tell us something?

Yeah.

I'm finished.

Hey.

You reported the shooting?

Yes, sir. In there.

He's still alive, I think.

What's your name?

Tom Hurst. This is Susan Carter.

Hello, Susan.

Please wait, won't you?

Yes, sir.

How is he?

Bad.

How bad?

2-to-1 he won't make it to the hospital.

Who is he, Steve?

Peter Corman, New York City.

Tourist, I guess.

At least three bullets in him.

Cover everything, Danno.

Give me a shot of this table. I'll be at the hospital.

Right.

May I talk to him, doctor?

Peter?

Peter, can you hear me?

Peter, if you can hear me, you don't have to talk,

just nod your head.

I'm Mrs. Corman. I'm his wife.

Let go of me. I wanna see my husband!

Let go. What's the matter with you?

Officer. I... I want to see him.

Thank you. Mrs. Corman, please. Please...

Please.

My name is McGarrett.

Now, I'll let you see your husband,

but you've got to calm down first.

Why can't I see him? Please.

But, listen, you've got to calm down first.

Now, can you do that?

Please.

He's been hurt, badly hurt.

You can't help him this way.

Now, please, do you understand?

All... All right, I'm... I'm... I'm all right.

Talk to him. Ask him what happened.

I can't get through to him.

Peter.

What happened?

My God.

It's... It's Maggie, sweetheart.

Can you hear me?

Peter?

Maggie?

I should have known better.

Te... Tell... Tell Lorenzo...

Left-handed.

Peter?

Mrs. Corman, please.

Come on.

No, please. It's no good to stay here.

Let... Let me stay with him, please.

Please, I want to.

No! Please.

No! Oh, God, no!

No.

No, he's not.

He's not. No. No.

Please.

Can't... I can't... I can't believe that...

I can't believe it.

Please.

I hate to question you now, I know how difficult it is,

but it's very important.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted to kill your husband?

No, no one.

He hardly even knew anybody here.

But he said something to you. What was it?

He said... He said, "Tell Lorenzo,"

something.

I... I couldn't understand what it was.

Who's Lorenzo?

That's Peter's brother.

He's coming in from the mainland today.

We have to...

We're... We were supposed to p...

Pick him up at the airport.

Oh, God.

Announcing Flight 14 from New York and Los Angeles.

Now arriving at Gate 8.

Passengers arriving on Flight 14

may now claim their luggage

at the baggage-claim area.

Now, I'd like to know what happened.

Apparently, your brother was in a high-stakes poker game.

Somebody shot him.

That's all we know at the moment.

But you'll find out who murdered him?

We usually do, Mr. Corman.

Now, what can you tell me about your brother?

What can I tell you?

He was 26 years old,

married only a couple of months.

He wasn't much more than a kid, McGarrett,

just starting to live.

This trip was... my present to them.

Kind of a honeymoon.

I don't want the guy who did this

to get away with it.

Neither do I.

Thank you, Mr. McGarrett.

Here's my card. Keep in touch.

This is the final call for Flight 190

for Los Angeles and Chicago,

now ready for departure at Gate 9.

You talked to Peter before he died?

What did he say?

He said, "Tell Lorenzo..."

I... I don't know what it was.

It didn't make any sense.

Think.

You've gotta remember.

Was it about the shooting?

I don't know, Lorenzo. I can't think now.

You can.

You've gotta remember.

I can't.

Try.

What did Peter say to me?

Please, leave me alone.

Can't you understand I wanna forget?

I just wanna...

What?

What is it?

He... He whispered something about...

handed, left-handed.

That's all?

Left-handed.

Danno, what do you got?

Maybe the motive.

The air-condition motive?

Take a look.

Closed-circuit TV camera.

Found some others around here too.

Somebody was looking down at all the hands.

But which cat was being fed the information?

Hard to say.

He probably had a remote receiver on him.

Yeah, but somebody had to be the spotter,

and handle the equipment.

Outside, in a panel truck.

Neat operation.

Probably arranged especially for tourists.

Remote TV.

Mobile unit. Pretty sophisticated equipment.

Who has that kind of stuff, Danno?

Only three people I know.

Legitimate firms?

Well, they're legal.

Got the latest equipment from Japan.

They, uh, specialize in divorce evidence.

Well,

let's find the one who specialized in poker games.

You can check it with my wife.

And your brother-in-law?

Yeah, him too. They'll tell you where I was.

Okay, you can go.

Can you prove it?

Do I have to?

Only if you want to leave here today.

I can prove it. I was with four people.

Let's start with number one.

Name and phone number.

Oh, yes, sir?

Corman, uh, to see McGarrett.

Well, he's in a meeting.

I-I-I'll wait.

Well, I'll tell him you're here.

Thank you.

Yes. Yes, Jenny.

Yes, thank you.

Ask him to wait.

Mr. Shogi.

At your service.

You're in trouble.

I am?

You are.

Starting at the top, accessory to murder.

Whether it comes down any depends on you.

You rigged a house at Waimanalo Beach.

I did? You did.

Deny it and you're under arrest.

All right.

I heard shots, but I didn't see anybody.

Who was in that game?

I don't know. All I saw was cards, no faces.

Who paid you for your services?

Huh?

Who paid you for your services?

A man.

A nice guy.

I felt sorry for him.

Some gamblers had taken him,

and he wanted some of his money back,

so I helped him.

I realize now it was a mistake.

You helped him.

That's a nice way to put it.

What's his name?

Peter Corman.

You sure he hired you?

Well, you can ask him yourself.

He's staying at the Blue Wave Motel.

He was staying at the Blue Wave Motel.

Those three shots you heard, he stopped them.

He's dead?

Ho'opau.

Does that surprise you?

Well, I assume somebody must have caught on,

and bumped him off or something.

And I assumed that you knew you had to come up with a name,

so you gave us the only one we had.

McGARRETT: Somebody who couldn't call you a liar.

I'm shocked that you should call me one.

Book him.

Let's go.

Mr. McGarrett.

I've got something for you.

I'll take it.

First, tell me about your investigation.

I'm not in the habit of giving progress reports

to relatives, Mr. Corman.

But I'll tell you this much,

the poker game was rigged.

That's why your brother was killed.

He found out?

Maybe that, or maybe he rigged it himself.

That's a lie.

It could be,

but right now the only witness I have

said that Peter paid him to bug the game.

Your witness is a liar,

and if you believe him, you're a fool.

Anybody accuses Peter of cheating

might as well accuse me.

The difference is, I'm not dead.

The difference is, I can fight back.

I'm not accusing anybody.

I'm conducting an open investigation.

Now, you said you had something for me?

I have nothing for you.

You just said you had something.

I said I can fight back.

That's what I said.

Peter Corman sat here.

There were four other players. Let's call them:

A, B, C and D.

No other identification.

How do you know if that's where Corman was sitting?

Peter Corman smoked menthol cigarettes.

Here was his ashtray.

Peter Corman, deceased.

A's ashtray had nothing but gum wrappers in it.

B was a chain smoker.

Here's something interesting.

C wore glasses.

His ashtray had these chemically-treated lens tissues.

Buy them in any drugstore.

And D was a cigar smoker.

I wish I was slim as those leads.

Maybe you will be,

by the time you run 'em down.

You packed the egg foo yung there.

What about the beach house?

Well, it was rented by a Mrs. Stewart.

Three months, paid in advance, gave a phony address.

We got anything solid?

Yeah, maybe. Just one thing.

One of the players knew a girl named Lilo.

Here's her phone number.

If she could identify one of the players,

that's all we need.

He could lead us to the other three.

It's your assignment, Danno.

Did you talk to, uh, Shogi again?

Yeah. Got no place.

And his lawyer's waiting outside with a writ of habeas corpus.

Okay, turn him loose. He's not going anywhere.

Good morning, sir.

My apologies, if I've kept you so long.

I've been out on a very important case.

You've been in jail.

Your lawyer sprung you less than an hour ago.

Well,

there may be some truth to what you say.

But I'm curious, how do you know?

I'm Lorenzo Corman.

Oh, you're related to...

A tragic event. My sympathy.

I don't want sympathy, just information.

Well, I told the police everything I know.

It was of very little use to them.

One thousand dollars.

A substantial sum.

For a name.

No threats, Mr. Shogi.

No kickbacks.

For one legitimate name,

one thousand dollars.

Mr. Corman, you're in luck.

One is all I've got,

and I had a feeling I could turn a profit by it

by not revealing it to the cops.

Um. Oh.

A Mr. George Byas.

He's staying at the High Surf Motel.

Oh, uh, uh, hello.

S.K. Shogi here.

I thought you oughta know I had a caller.

A... A relative of a certain man.

Yeah.

Well, he wanted names of course.

Look, with a gun at my head,

what option did I have?

I tell you he had a gun.

One false word,

and he would have blown my head off.

Look, I'm lucky to be alive to warn you.

Y... Yeah.

Yeah, I gave him a name, but...

But, look, don't worry.

Don't worry.

I gave him George Byas.

Well, because he's already checked out.

Yeah. I'm sure. Yeah.

He's going back to the mainland

as fast as he can get there.

Mr. George Byas,

please report to the information desk.

Mr. George Byas.

I'm George Byas.

Mr. Byas?

Yes?

I have an important message for you.

This way, please.

I swear to you.

I give you my word.

I was gone before there was any shooting.

I didn't even know about it

until I read it in the papers this morning.

Look, I was... I was a big loser.

Eighteen hundred dollars in three nights.

My brother lost?

Yes, $3,000, he said.

Maybe the game was crooked.

I don't know.

I'm not a gambler.

I'm a businessman from Denver.

Let me give you my card.

I know who you are.

Who are the others?

I never even met them before.

We only used first names.

Sam, Del, Larry, Peter.

I'm sorry about your brother.

He seemed like a nice fellow.

This kind of game doesn't advertise.

Somebody steered you into it.

Yes. My company's local representative.

He was showing me around.

His name's Larry Puana.

Give me a light.

You're right-handed.

Well, yes.

Does it make any difference?

Go back to Denver.

Don't gamble with strangers.

Hi. I'm Lilo.

Hello.

I'm Danny.

Question is, which Danny?

I know so many.

Let's see, there's Danny boy.

Danny the Surfer.

Three-shot Danny.

You aren't any of those, are you?

No.

I give 'em tags,

'cause nobody ever has a last name.

It's very sad.

Do you have a last name, Danny?

Not me.

Then I'll think of a tag for you,

after you tell me how you got my phone number.

Don't you remember giving it out?

Not to you.

I, uh, traded three numbers for yours.

Do you mind?

That depends. Who was it?

Why don't you tell me?

You wrote your name and your number

on the inside of a matchbook just like this one.

Huh?

You remember now, don't you?

I think I've got a tag for you.

Danny the cop. All right?

Okay. Who was it, Lilo?

What did he do?

Maybe nothing.

But I wanna find out.

His name is Larry Puana.

Thanks.

This is his desk, just the way he left it.

Mail not opened, his list of appointments.

I've had to cancel four of them.

Telephone calls.

Some of them are from his wife,

so it's obvious he hasn't gone home.

Kind of cigarettes does he smoke?

He doesn't.

He chews gum.

I see.

Uh, can I use the phone, please?

Of course.

There's an outside line.

I'm getting worried.

He's never done anything like this before.

Thank you.

Steve?

Got your pen handy?

You can fill in the name of Mr. B.

Larry Puana.

Well, there are several points to consider, Mr. Fuller.

I've been with Leitz Aerospace for 14 years,

so there's seniority,

retirement plans, stock options.

'Course I wouldn't be here if I wasn't interested

in making a change for the better,

you understand?

But it would have to be in all those areas.

When you want to hire a man you have to pay his price.

My company will pay it.

Well, I would like to see it all spelled out.

I'll get you another drink.

No, thank you.

My stomach's a little upset.

Indigestion probably.

I don't think so. I...

put something in your drink.

I've never had this before.

It was poison.

Oh, cut out the jokes, will you?

I'm sick.

No jokes, Mr. Puana.

You're gonna die for killing my brother.

Your brother?

What are you talking about?

I'm Lorenzo Corman. You shot Peter.

I didn't do it.

Oh, my Lord.

Poison.

You've made a mistake.

Prove it.

How can I prove it? Get me a doctor.

The antidote.

Take this in time and you'll live.

Oh, please.

Please, I swear.

Who shot Peter?

I don't know.

Oh, wait.

Don't go.

I wasn't there when they shot him,

but I can tell you who was.

We'll see. Tell me.

There was George Byas. I know.

And Sam, Sam Quong,

and Enright, Del Enright.

They were both there when I left.

Sam Quong.

Yes, yes.

Del Enright.

Yes. One of them must have done it.

Please.

Please, don't let me die.

You'll be all right.

What did you put in my drink?

It's called ipecac.

I've never heard of it.

Doctors use it to induce vomiting.

It's harmless.

What's this antidote?

Just water.

You'll be all right in an hour.

What about Corman?

I think he's trying to do this himself,

the hard way.

I requested a make on him

from New York City Police Department.

Lorenzo Corman used to have underworld connections.

Right now, he's headquartered in Detroit.

Apparently, a successful businessman,

but 22 years ago he had one conviction.

For what?

Second-degree murder.

He was an enforcer before he, uh,

apparently quit the rackets.

But he did kill and could kill again.

Stay with it.

I got an idea.

I'll be in touch.

Lorenzo is in Room 2B.

He's not there, Mrs. Corman.

Well, he's not here, either.

May I come in?

Yes.

You didn't say you don't know where he is.

Did it ever occur to you, Mr. McGarrett,

that he might be out making funeral arrangements?

For whom?

Well, that's an awful thing to say.

One of the men from that poker game

has disappeared.

Another one called me from the airport,

said that Lorenzo had questioned him.

That's two suspects, and Lorenzo got to them first.

How is that, Mrs. Corman?

Are you asking me?

I'm asking you.

I think there's one explanation to it.

I think your husband told you something before he died,

and I think you've passed it on to Lorenzo.

I'd like to know what it was.

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

I'm talking about murder.

Murder and your brother-in-law.

We checked him out, and I think he's capable of it.

Now, it might have happened,

but maybe there's time to stop it.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Please, leave me alone. I don't know.

Lorenzo, where have you been?

Don't worry about me.

Are you all right? Yes.

No. I don't know.

Mr. McGarrett was here.

What did you tell him?

I didn't need to tell him anything.

He knows what you're doing.

What did you tell him?

That the murderer is left-handed? No.

But you have to, Lorenzo.

There's only one thing I have to do.

Please, McGarrett will find out who did it.

Maybe he will, and maybe he won't.

That's not good enough for me, Maggie.

Well, suppose you find out,

will you turn him over to the police?

I haven't decided.

Lorenzo, please...

You have a gun. You bought a gun.

For protection. He, uh...

He could kill me the way he killed Peter.

You're changing.

You're going back to the old days when you were...

You didn't think I knew about that, did you?

Peter told me. He told me everything.

He was honest.

And what is he now?

Dead!

You're not going to bring him back

by killing his murderer.

This doesn't concern you, Maggie.

Doesn't concern me?

Perhaps you've forgotten

Peter was my husband.

Look, Peter is gone,

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Now the local weather forecast.

For Oahu and vicinity,

partly cloudy today, tonight...

Come in, Del.

Good evening, Sam.

I hope this isn't an awkward time to call.

Just catching the news.

Anything new on the murder?

It's the same old stuff.

Well, I've got a late flash for you, Sam.

The kid's brother's in town looking to kill somebody.

How do you know?

Had a call from Larry Puana.

This maniac came at him.

Larry's lucky to be alive.

Hm.

Fix you a drink?

No. No, thanks.

Sam... one of the four of us killed that kid.

Now, the way I see it,

it wasn't Byas or Larry who did it.

How do you know?

Corman talked to both of them.

Corman let 'em both go.

Corman isn't easy to convince.

Now, if neither of them did it,

and it certainly wasn't me,

that sort of leaves you all alone, Sam.

It's not exactly what I call courtroom evidence.

Oh, come on, we're not in a courtroom.

We're just two old poker buddies kicking it around.

What you do in your spare time

is between you and your conscience.

No trouble there.

Where is the trouble, Del?

Crooked poker game, Sam.

The kid was down $3,000.

Byas was a big loser. I was down 1,000 myself.

What is this, some kind of shakedown?

Oh, you know me better than that.

No, I just took the trouble to figure out how much I lost.

And I'd like to be reimbursed.

You want $1,000?

That, and whatever I might have won,

if the game had been on the level.

I figure 2,000.

That's a conservative figure.

I don't keep that kind of money in the house.

I'll take a check.

I don't keep it in a bank account either.

Supposing I take it out

of my safe deposit box tomorrow, okay?

Early tomorrow, Sam.

You see, I'm gonna take a short vacation,

till big brother goes home.

Good night, Sam.

Mr. Del Enright?

Yeah...?

You would be Mr. Corman, no doubt.

Well, I can't say this is unexpected.

You wanna know who killed your brother.

I can tell you.

I'll bet you can.

I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Prove it.

I intend to do that,

by giving you the name of the murderer.

Sam Quong?

Yes.

You say him, he'll say you.

But it was Sam.

He was cheating in the poker game.

Your brother discovered it.

Sam all but admitted it to me.

Over there.

What?

That tennis ball.

The tennis ball? What about it?

Get it.

Pick it up and throw it.

What do you got, Danno?

His name's Enright. He's a lawyer.

A couple of kids parked over there

saw a man run away after the shooting.

Description fits Lorenzo Corman.

With these, Enright could be Mr. C.

Put it on the air, Danno.

Lorenzo Corman,

wanted for suspicion of murder.

Armed and dangerous.

Hello?

Lorenzo?

Hey, Maggie.

Maggie, do something for me.

What?

No, no, just listen.

I want you to go to McGarrett.

That's right.

Tell him it wasn't me.

Tell him I didn't do it.

It was somebody else.

Mag... Maggie, will you just listen?

Tell him... Tell McGarrett that...

Enright was the wrong man.

So why would I do it?

Tell him that.

What?

Tell him what.

Oh, oh, wait... Wait a minute.

There's someone at the door.

Hold on.

McGarrett.

Has everyone gone crazy?

Would you please tell me what's happening?

Lorenzo got his revenge.

We think he killed a man last night.

Now he's on the run.

If he contacts you again, you don't turn him over to us,

that makes you an accessory to murder.

Do you understand that, Mrs. Corman?

Corman.

Listen to me, Cor...

He hung up. You can tell him for me,

if he contacts you again,

there is no way he can get off this rock.

Every police officer on the island is looking for him

and they know he's armed and dangerous.

Even if he's innocent?

As I said, we think he murdered someone.

Who?

A lawyer named Enright.

But that's the wrong one.

Lorenzo told me to tell you that.

It wasn't Enright.

So why would Lorenzo kill him?

Who is the right one?

I don't know.

It may be your last chance, Mrs. Corman.

Maybe it's Lorenzo's last chance.

I'd give it some thought.

He knows that the man who killed Peter is left-handed.

Left-handed?

Is that what your husband told you before he died?

Yes.

Lorenzo wouldn't let me tell you before.

Anything? Not much, Steve.

Enright played poker a couple of times a month.

Big stakes and the game often lasted all night.

Enright, Puana, Byas, but D.

McGARRETT: Who could be Mr. D?

Why are you so interested in D?

Because he's the one who killed Peter.

Wasn't Enright.

Lorenzo killed the wrong man, and he knew it.

You know something I don't.

So did Lorenzo.

He got all four names and checked them out.

Killer was left-handed.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Chin, go.

You need some help?

Good. Keep me informed.

H.P.D. just got a tip.

They spotted Lorenzo.

Where?

Makiki Heights.

Who is it?

Larry, Sam. I gotta talk to you.

You're... Lorenzo Corman, Sam.

The man you just tried to kill.

I-I-I... I don't know you.

You're mistaken.

No mistake, Sam.

You killed my brother,

and you tried to kill me.

Mr. Corman, you're a sick man.

The police are taking the town apart looking for you.

You look weak.

Let me fix you a drink before you collapse.

Better fix one for yourself too.

You're wrong about who killed your brother.

It was Del Enright.

No.

The man who did it was...

left-handed.

All right, but if you kill me,

it'd be the biggest mistake you could make.

Look, what you need now is... I-is a doctor and...

And... And... And a way to get off the rock.

I can help you. I got money right here. Cash.

Away from that drawer.

Okay.

Lay the gun on the desk, very carefully.

You're a murderer.

It's been on TV all night.

I can kill you and plead self-defense.

Which, of course, is exactly what I intend to do.

McGarrett won't buy that.

Oh, yes, he will.

Especially after I place the gun that killed Del Enright

in your possession.

Ballistics will match.

Everything will match.

Except who killed my brother.

Del Enright, of course.

As a matter of fact...

Am I under arrest?

That's right, until we find out who killed Enright.

I didn't.

The gun that did is right there.

And it's Sam Quong's.

The bullet that killed my brother

will match the... The one in my shoulder.

One man is dead

because you decided personal revenge

is more important than due process of law.

Too bad you don't know as much about law and justice,

as you know about guns and bullets.

Let's go.