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You all right, Neal?

Neal?!

Sure. I'm okay.

Richard.

Dance with my wife, would you?

Pleasure to be of service.

Clark, I'll come with you.

It's your party, my dear. I want you to enjoy it.

Richard may not be much of a lawyer,

but he's an excellent dancer.

I try, Clark. I try.

Sloan. Steve. Thanks for coming.

You sounded worried on the telephone.

Not worried. Just concerned. About what?

Might say it's about gambling.

Let's take a ride out to the yacht.

We can talk there.

Sure.

Hey, Cal!

Clark!

No!

Take it easy, Steve.

You're gonna be all right.

Who pulled me out, Danno?

Cal.

Thanks, Cal. Anytime.

How's Sloan?

Dead.

Find out what happened here, Danno.

See you soon, huh?

How much did you see, Cal?

All of it, I guess.

The tender just blew up.

Doesn't make sense.

What?

Diesels.

They don't explode that way.

No.

Well, we'll find out.

Say, you better get out of those wet clothes, huh?

Probably.

We'd better get the divers out here.

Yeah.

List of the guests,

who arrived at the party, with who and when,

names of everyone on the dock,

cars, parking lot,

nightclub staff, everyone.

Mr. Williams.

Any further questions?

Just a few.

Well, I'd to take Ma...

Mrs. Sloan home as soon as possible.

You understand.

Course.

Excuse me, Mrs. Sloan.

Could you tell me,

did you arrive at the party with your husband?

Yes, we came in on the tender together from...

From the yacht.

And ordinarily,

would you have left with your husband?

I wanted to go with him.

But he wouldn't let me.

She would've been standing

right next to him when it happened.

Che Fong examined the wreckage.

It was a directional bomb placed right behind the helm.

Plastic.

Ignited as soon as the diesels heated up.

Sloan never stood a chance.

Lucky I went forward with the castoff on that bowline.

And how.

What else have we got, Danno?

You've got a concussion, Steve.

And a broken hand.

Okay. What else have you got, Danno?

Well, so far, just a pretty good timetable.

Sloan and his wife arrived around 3:00.

The explosion took place just after 4:30.

Which gives somebody a fast 90 minutes

to rig the bomb on the tender.

Chin Ho's working on the guest list,

but there were a lot of people there,

and everybody had access to the boat.

Well, five minutes are up, Mr. Williams. Okay, Doc.

I'll talk to you soon, Steve, huh?

Sloan had an ex-wife.

Yeah, she's arriving tomorrow.

Keep in touch, Danno.

Call me as soon as you talk to her.

Hand me my robe, would you, please?

Well, what did you expect?

A tasteful, little black dress?

You know, ex-wives don't have to mourn.

Maybe I should have said "ex-widow."

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Sloan.

Oh, you're not disturbing me at all.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks.

Too early, huh?

Not for me.

Not anymore.

May he rest in peace.

You don't seem very surprised.

Surprised?

By what? Clark getting killed?

Murdered.

Not really.

The only thing that puzzles me is why it took so long.

Who wanted him dead?

You mean other than me?

Sure, Clark had enemies.

And they were all terrified of him.

Why?

Oh, he could be ruthless.

Lot of people thought he was ruthless

when he divorced you.

And they should have seen it from the inside.

When Clark wanted something, there was no stopping him.

And he really wanted her.

Mom!

I'm going now.

Okay, buddy. I'll see you later.

That was my son, Clark Sloan, Jr.

Too bad about the kid. It must be rough on him.

Yeah, but whatever she thought of Sloan,

she's not taking it out on that boy.

She brought him here for the funeral.

You think she could be involved, Danno?

I don't think so.

But we're checking just in case.

McGARRETT: Who's that for?

It's for you, Mr. McGarrett.

No thanks, nurse. No, I can walk just fine.

Hospital regulations. To the front door.

Come on.

Regulations.

What about the present Mrs. Sloan?

Still under sedation. No visitors.

And no leads?

No/ Looks like a long, slow way to go.

Dr. Freedland. Dr. Freedland.

Oh, I ran into Officer Onoe at H.P.D.

Said he, uh, stopped a green MG yesterday

doing 80 miles an hour on the freeway.

It was Cal Anderson.

Onoe gave him a ticket.

Since, uh, Cal was the one who saved your life,

the least you could do would be to try fix his ticket.

Oh, sure, Danno. Sure.

Heh.

Sloan said he wanted to talk to me about gambling.

Doesn't make sense.

Sloan's not the type to lose.

And nobody complains about winning.

Remember three years ago

a fire over on Maui,

a wealthy Chinese merchant named Liau Chien?

We didn't investigate it, did we?

No, the, uh, local coroner's jury ruled it accidental.

Oh, he had a yacht.

Yeah, and a young Chinese mail-order bride from Taipei.

Liau Chien died in the fire.

The girl ended up with a fortune.

Two wealthy men with new young wives, yachts.

Could be a coincidence.

But on the other hand... Yeah.

Bring the file down to the boat to me,

will you, Danno?

Yeah.

McGARRETT: I still think it needs some work on the engine.

Ha. Among other places.

I know you're busy, Cal, but...

if you have some time, come over and do it, huh?

Sure, Steve. Sure.

McGARRETT: Chin.

You're not actually gonna put that thing in the water,

are you?

It'll sink like a lead weight.

Not when we finish. Right, Cal?

Got the file? Yeah.

You know, a boat like that is like digging a hole in the ocean

and pouring money into it.

Well, Steve's been working pretty hard.

Who knows? In time, it might just possibly float.

What do you mean "just possibly"?

All units in the vicinity of Sloan Building,

Kaheka and Kapiolani, burglary in progress.

Williams, Five-O, to Central.

Request details on all-unit call.

H.P.D. to Williams,

suspect broke into Clark Sloan Enterprises office.

Night security guard injured.

Suspect may be armed.

Ten-four.

Okay. Out.

Spread 'em.

I think you'd better tell me what you're doing here,

Mrs. Sloan.

I want to see my lawyer, Richard Fairbirne.

Why not? He could meet us here.

Now, look, Mrs. Sloan, it's a simple question,

and all I want is a simple answer.

Why were you in Neal Porter's car?

She doesn't have to answer that.

Do you want me to book her as an accessory?

Well, it's up to you, of course.

But I suggest you review the laws of false arrest

before you get... ha, ha... carried away.

Porter had this in his pocket.

How do you explain that?

We don't have to.

Mrs. Sloan would be perfectly within her rights

if she demanded that you get a court order

to open that safe.

All right, counselor, I will get a court order.

And we'll all sit here for as long as it takes.

Unless both of you want to start cooperating.

It's all yours.

Now, let's see.

The contents of this safe are as follows:

Two, uh, bound stacks of thousand-dollar bills.

You better count them.

An envelope addressed to, uh,

"whom it may concern."

"I, Maria Girard,

"affirm that in the event of my marriage to Clark Sloan,

"I renounce any and all claim to any part of the estate

"during his lifetime or after his death,

"unless by his own choice he shall in writing release me

from this affirmation."

Signed and notarized.

No wonder you wanted to get rid of this.

I don't think that remark was called for.

Did you hire Porter to steal it for you?

Now, wait a minute.

He had a key to this office and knew the combination.

Did he get them from you?

That's enough.

You have no right to insinuate...

She was in the car with Porter.

Uh, Neal Porter wanted Clark to lend him some money.

You don't have to tell him anything.

I think you better, Mrs. Sloan.

Porter's being held for burglary, felonious assault,

and six other related charges.

He may have an interesting statement to make.

But Mrs. Sloan doesn't.

And unless you're planning to hold her,

I think we'll be going.

Okay, you're free to go.

But we'll want to talk to you again.

Maria.

When I signed that note...

Clark told me that if I gave him...

five happy years... he'd tear it up.

Whatever you may think...

I loved my husband.

I never would have done anything to hurt him.

Never.

We ran a complete check.

Neal Porter's in hock to the gambling syndicate

for about $10,000.

Could be what Sloan wanted to talk to you about.

Yeah. Could be.

We got a lot of pieces, Steve.

They don't all fit together.

One thing we do know, though:

Maria Sloan's slice of the estate

will be around 7 million bucks.

Wow.

Enough to share with friends, huh?

Yeah.

Say, remember what the doc said?

No work. Fresh air.

I was just reading.

And you know what?

I found another one.

Another what?

Remember the, uh... insurance company

investigating the Liau Chien fire in Maui?

They tried to tie it in with another case.

A, uh, Manuel something.

Manuel Guivrez.

Portuguese millionaire,

applied for American citizenship in 1938.

In 1966, he was on his yacht

just off Singapore with a young girlfriend.

He'd dumped his old wife.

And somebody blasted him, his girlfriend,

and the yacht right out of the South China Sea.

That would make three of them.

If we can find a connection.

McGarrett.

Yeah, he's right here.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Maybe you got lucky.

Neal Porter wants to make a statement.

It was a couple of weeks ago.

They worked me over pretty good.

And they told me I had to get the money.

We know you're in debt to the syndicate.

S... So I asked Maria to get it from Sloan.

What did $10,000 mean to him?

Enough for him to turn you down.

What about last night?

I... I called Maria.

She said...

maybe there was a way I could get the money.

Even though Sloan was dead.

Go on.

I went over to her house.

We just talked about... Just you and her?

No, her lawyer was there, Richard Fairbirne.

But Maria didn't kill anybody.

She couldn't... Maybe you did it for her.

No. You're crazy!

I didn't kill Sloan.

I didn't!

It was just the money.

And the letter.

That's what you were willing to do for $10,000.

I think you'd go a lot further for

a piece of Maria's 7 million.

Look, you name it, and I'll admit it.

Trying to open the safe, hitting the guard.

Anything. But not murder!

Look, I told you...

Not what I want to hear!

I told you last night,

I'm talking about murder one.

McGARRETT: You know, I think it's the fuel pump.

Or the generator.

Well, we'll check 'em both out.

Could be the distributor.

Talking yourself into a...

Into a whole new engine.

You better take it easy, Cal.

Officer Onoe might be on duty today.

What?

Officer Onoe.

He was the one who gave you the, uh, ticket

for speeding on the Lunalilo Freeway the other day.

Eighty miles an hour.

What was the hurry?

Somebody made a mistake.

I didn't get a ticket.

Hey, Steve, this thing was really clogged.

Hey, what's the matter?

Haven't you got that generator off yet?

No, I guess I was daydreaming.

Let me do it.

You're not much good with that bum arm anyway.

You said you had a couple of repair jobs to get out today.

Yeah, they'll wait.

How well do you know Neal Porter, Cal?

Oh, well enough to be surprised when you told me he was in jail.

Why? Well...

Neal Porter is not what you'd call a brave man anymore.

How so?

You should've seen him go up that mast the other day.

I never thought he'd make it to the top.

Well, you could... You could smell the fear.

Wh... Why did he go?

Well, I guess he was trying to find his nerve again.

At the top of a 40-foot mast?

That's where he lost it.

About a year ago.

Took a fall. A bad one.

Put him in the hospital for a couple of months.

The other day was his first time up since, uh...

Since the accident.

Well, I give him credit, though.

At least he tried to overcome his fear.

Tried?

But failed.

I understand I'm under arrest.

That's right.

If you want to call Fairbirne, be my guest.

She already has.

Good.

Mrs. Sloan.

How long have you known Neal Porter?

Where did you meet him?

I don't have to answer these questions.

Not until my lawyer gets here.

Did, uh, Porter introduce you to Clark Sloan?

Yes.

About six months ago.

And...?

And what?

You and Neal Porter were married

in Acapulco on October 1st, 1966.

Neal and I were divorced five weeks ago in Las Vegas.

So you and Neal Porter were married

when he introduced you to Clark Sloan.

And you were still married to Porter

when you announced your engagement to Sloan.

Yes.

But Clark knew all about that.

I told him everything about Neal.

Clark knew that it was finished...

a long time ago.

What about last night?

Mr. Williams, I don't love Neal anymore.

But I don't want to see him hurt.

Or die.

I hope you know what you're doing, Williams.

Maria, are you all right?

Yes.

You know, you... You got no right

to question her in my absence.

I advised her of her rights when I arrested her.

Tell me, Mr. Fairbirne,

you worked for Clark Sloan for three years now,

is that right?

What does my working for Clark Sloan

got do with this?

And you made in excess of $100,000 a year.

Quite a jump over, uh, what you were making before.

Well, I make a lot of money.

So what?

When you and Maria left the dock after Sloan was murdered,

you knew at least two things:

You'd lost a client worth more than $100,000 a year.

Maria was not going to inherit anything

unless something was done to that piece of paper.

Do you know what you're letting yourself in for?

Last night, Neal Porter picked Maria up

and took her to Clark Sloan's office.

He had a key to the office and a piece of paper,

upon which was written the combination of the safe.

Just what are you trying to insinuate?

You had a key,

and you know the combination to the safe, counselor.

Look, I don't know what that moron told you,

but he was just trying to protect himself.

Would you mind, uh, showing me your key?

Hm. I don't have to.

No, well, that's not necessary.

The, uh, lab compared these numbers,

38-12-57, with the writ of habeas corpus

that you filed on, uh, April 16th, 1967.

The handwriting is identical.

Tsk.

All right, Williams...

I gave Porter the combination to Sloan's safe.

But Sloan was gonna give him the money anyway.

Maria wanted Porter to have the money.

He had to have it. You know that already.

It was foolish of me, I know.

But, uh, when Maria asked me...

how could I refuse?

Easy.

You're under arrest, Fairbirne.

And you're out of your mind.

On what charge?

Conspiracy to defraud,

accomplice to breaking and entering,

just for openers.

Wanna call a good lawyer?

Yo!

Ho!

Hey, you better be hungry.

Don't worry, I am.

Isn't anybody gonna give me a hand?

Well, I'll give you more than that.

How are the kids?

Terrible. As usual.

Did you speak to Pete Chang this morning?

Ahh... I'll get the hamper.

What happened?

Well, he said maybe next week.

I'm sorry, honey. We'll... We'll get the money.

Oh, Cal. You're lovable and impossible.

Course I am.

Alicia.

Hi, Steve. How's the arm?

Oh, it's gonna be fine.

Good. Uh... Is this, uh, your boat?

Yeah.

Uh, tell her how you got it, Steve.

No, uh, that doesn't matter.

Oh, come on. It's not important.

Come on, Steve. Come on.

Come on.

Okay, it's a... It's a gift.

Hm. Oh.

This old Chinese gentleman...

Steve helped him out once.

So he remembered Steve in his will.

With that?

Yeah. With that.

Returning the favor was the idea,

but from the looks of the condition of the boat,

I'm not so sure.

Have you decided where you'll go

when you get it fixed?

I thought I'd take a little run over to Maui.

Maybe.

Been to Maui lately, Cal?

Maui? No.

Not for ten years.

Oh, Well, if you're ever going to make that trip,

I'd better let you eat lunch and, uh, get back to work.

Yes, Jenny. Officer Onoe, boss.

Yeah, put him on.

John? Mr. McGarrett.

Just got word from Central Dispatch

you wanted to talk to me.

Glad to hear you're up and around.

Thanks, John.

You, uh, tagged Cal Anderson the other day for speeding.

That's right.

Out on the Lunalilo Freeway.

Do you remember what he was driving?

It was a green MG roadster.

And you were sure it was Cal behind the wheel?

Sure, I'm sure.

I've known Cal for years.

He was clipping right along.

Must have been doing about 80.

Did he say anything when you stopped him?

No.

I guess he felt kind of foolish.

I mean, getting caught.

I asked him why he was in such a big hurry,

and he just shook his head.

I felt kind of funny

after I found out that he just saved your life.

Yeah.

It's kind of strange,

giving someone you know a ticket like that.

I think Cal lost it.

Could you get me a copy of it?

Sure. No trouble at all.

Thanks, John.

Neal.

I'm Steve McGarrett, Five-O.

Yeah, I know.

I'd like to talk to you

about the day Clark Sloan was killed.

You were on the tender with him.

Yeah, that's right.

Like to ask you a few questions.

All right.

I didn't kill him.

You got to the, uh,

yacht club about 10:00 that morning?

Yeah, I washed down a couple of boats and...

Was Cal Anderson there?

Cal?

Not till later.

Just after lunch.

And then you worked together for the rest of the afternoon?

That's right.

Cal knew that I'd...

There was a burned-out light on the mainmast

of Mr. Singler's boat.

I said I'd fix it.

Cal was going to help me because...

Because he knew I was afraid.

But you went up, Neal.

All the way.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Right to the top.

Was Anderson there all the time?

Yeah.

Except for a while, when he went to call his wife.

Was that after Maria and Sloan

got to the yacht club?

I think so.

What difference does that make?

Did, uh... Did Cal know Sloan?

Sure.

Did he ever work on his boat?

No.

Cal was working on Fairbirne's boat.

When Sloan used to bring Maria there.

Before they were married.

Cal told me about it a couple of times.

Cal?

You gotta be kidding.

Cal Anderson.

Born in Hong Kong.

His father was a rich merchant.

Cal and his mother went to England when he was 8

because the father wanted to get rid of them,

so he could marry a young girl.

Just like Sloan.

A year later, Anderson's mother was drowned.

The English police never determined

whether it was an accident or suicide.

Doesn't prove anything.

No. But Cal can't remember

getting that ticket the other day.

And he can't remember being on Maui in 1967.

I checked. He was there.

The same week that Liau Chien died in that fire.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Nothing tying Cal to it.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Cal?

Cal.

Oh, hi.

Is something wrong?

Well, no, why?

You're just sitting here staring off.

Well, I guess I was thinking about something.

What about?

I've forgotten.

Why did you tell Steve McGarrett

you hadn't been to Maui for 10 years?

Because it's true.

But you were there in 1967,

for almost a week.

Working on Barney Hunter's boat.

Don't you remember?

No. Was I?

Heh. Don't you remember?

That's the year they had the fire.

Oh, I guess I forgot.

Kono.

Hey, Danno. What do you got?

Till last night I thought I had a pretty good case.

But there's one big piece missing.

Find it?

Yeah. For your case, not for mine.

Come on in.

I went over to the Immigration and Naturalization Service.

Anderson, C.

Application for a passport by a naturalized citizen.

Anderson was working for the, uh, Graumoond Oceanic Survey.

He went to Singapore with them in 1966.

I checked the dates.

He was there at the same time as the bombing

of Manuel Guivrez's yacht.

We knew he was on Maui,

now you link him to Singapore.

Three wealthy men, three young wives,

three different places.

Cal Anderson was there each time.

You know something, Danno?

You're a pretty good cop.

The so-called "classic case" is very rare.

But isn't it possible, doc, that two personalities

could exist inside Cal Anderson

without his ever being aware of it?

Oh, yes, Mr. McGarrett.

That kind of schizophrenic murderer

erects defenses in both personalities.

You might say that one keeps it

a secret from the other.

One side refuses to know about it.

And the other side is powerless to stop himself.

And then what happens?

Well, The next time this man

sees the same situation repeated...

An older man leaving a wife and child for a young woman

chances are he'll react the same way.

Murder?

Motivated by suppressed rage over his father's rejections,

and blaming the death of his mother on him.

But, um...

what was the name of that man in Singapore?

Uh, Manuel, uh, Guivrez.

He, uh, Liau Chien and Clark Sloan,

they had nothing to do with that.

Only by similarity.

You see,

each time Anderson thought he was killing his father.

I see.

Hm. That's weird.

Well, thank you, doctor.

Thanks for the answers. You've been a great help.

Anytime, Mr. McGarrett.

Oh. Doctor, one more question.

Suppose...

Suppose somebody tried to push Anderson

into seeing that he had two personalities...

Two, uh... Two people in his head.

Try that and you might just send him over the edge.

There's no telling what might happen.

It wouldn't have to be someone

who reminded him of his father, either.

It could be you, Mr. McGarrett...

if you're the one who pushes him.

Thank you, doctor.

McGARRETT: Cal?

Hi, Steve.

What's your problem?

Well, I think I did something to it.

I think it's a rotor shaft.

Can you take a look? Sure.

I thought the rotor was stuck, and I tried to loosen it.

Think you can fix it?

I can't tell yet.

Well, I'll be at the yard tonight working on my boat.

We'll see you.

Steve.

Hey, Cal.

It's all set.

I wasn't sure you'd make it.

Well, the shaft wasn't bent as bad as I thought it was.

I still can't figure out how you managed to do it.

It's easy when you don't know what you're doing.

Could you install it for me now?

Sure.

I dropped the suspicion- of-murder charge

against Neal Porter today.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I told you I didn't think he could do it.

Not Neal.

You know who did it?

We think so, Cal.

Neal said that the day you were working together,

before the explosion...

that you left for some time

to make a phone call to your wife.

That's right.

I checked the telephone company records at the yacht club.

There was no phone call to your home that day.

No?

Well... maybe the line was busy.

Well, maybe. I don't remember.

There are a lot of things you don't remember, Cal.

Isn't that right?

No.

What are you getting at, Steve?

Have you been back to Hong Kong in a while?

Hong Kong.

No, not since I was a kid.

Not even for your father's funeral?

No, why should I?

My father got rid of me a long time ago.

And your mother?

That's right.

He got rid of both of us.

He killed her.

Just like murder.

And you wanted vengeance. Isn't that right, Cal?

You wanted to hurt him

the way he hurt you and your mother.

Well, no. Uh...

I, uh...

I used to... think about it sometime.

When I, uh...

When what?

I hated him.

And you wanted to destroy him.

No, I didn't want to destroy anything.

I used to...

I used to like to build things.

Model airplanes... cars... ships.

Ships.

Yes. Ships.

What about the ships?

I remember coming home once, and...

After school and...

finding...

all my toys...

burnt, smashed.

Somebody smashed another ship,

in Singapore in 1966.

You were in Singapore in 1966, weren't you, Cal?

Um...

For a while, I-I... I... I don't remember.

And somebody burned the house of a rich merchant on Maui.

A Liau Chien?

1967.

You were in Maui in 1967, weren't you, Cal?

I don't know.

Try to remember, Cal.

Try to remember.

Don't you want to know the truth?

Don't you want to get it over with?

Now, Another ship was smashed

just a few days ago.

You remember that, don't you? You saved my life.

Well, yeah, I remember that.

You told Porter that you were

going to make a phone call, but...

you didn't make that phone call, did you?

What did you do, Cal?

I don't know.

What about Sloan and Maria?

Do you remember how you felt

when you saw them together?

No.

Sloan got rid of his son and his wife

just as your father got rid of you and your mother.

But he's not going to get away with it this time.

I'm gonna take his boat...

and burn it...

and smash it... and tear it to pieces.

Do you remember what you did?

Do you realize now what you did?

I'm tired.

What happened to the plastic explosive

that you used... in the bomb, Cal?

Do you remember?

I'm tired.

The explosive, Cal.

What did you do with it?

Think.

In the shop.

Why don't we get it?

And then you can get some rest.