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Ladies and gentlemen,

your Trade Wind Tours next stop coming up,

the spectacular view site of Diamond Head.

For those of you with cameras, again,

there will be plenty of time to take

all the pictures you care to.

Hatsuo Shigato. Japanese ancestry.

Filipino citizen. Millionaire.

Governor wants us to handle it, Steve. VIP treatment.

When did he receive the photographs?

This morning. He found them in the mailbox.

No fingerprints, Steve.

He processed it himself.

Cheap equipment, scratch mark on the enlarger.

Do you have any idea

when these were taken, Mr. Shigato?

Well, it must have been yesterday.

I was at all of those places.

Uh, sightseeing.

On your own? No. Uh... Tour.

Trade Wind Tours.

Did you recognize anyone on the tour or through the day?

No.

Any idea who might wanna kill you?

No.

No enemies?

A man, uh, who reaches 60

without, uh, making a few enemies,

I doubt has any friends or character.

I have enemies.

Mostly business competitors.

None of them would resort to that.

What business are you in?

I am president of Teletex Corporation.

A computer research company.

I'm, uh, in Hawaii for business reasons.

In fact, I am due at the Ilikai for one

in, oh, 20 minutes.

Well, until we, uh, find out how serious this is,

I think you'd better remain at home.

Sorry, I must go.

Now if you will excuse me, I must get my briefcase.

Very well, if you insist.

I want Mr. Williams to accompany you.

Danno, have Kono check the tour company.

See if they have any record of the people

who toured with them yesterday.

Think it's a joker, Steve?

If it isn't, somebody just served Shigato a death warrant.

Oh, it's stuck. It's stuck. Get out.

Let me see it.

God.

Look, it's stuck.

Look at this.

Steve, Kono called.

He said the tour company only keeps a record

of how many tickets they sold.

No names. Thirty-four were sold.

Thanks, Chin. Interesting little gadget.

This hook locked the buckle into place.

No way it could unsnap till the spring unwound

and released the hook.

Also, the, uh, cinch on the belt

was fixed so it couldn't be loosened.

How long does it take for the spring to uncoil?

About 25 seconds.

Now the smoke bomb went off

on ignition, right?

The real bomb, what? About 30 seconds later?

Good thing for Shigato, the timing got screwed up.

Mm-mm. No, Danno.

The timing was accurate.

This was no attempt on Shigato's life.

It was another scare, like the photographs.

Only the terror has been escalated.

Whoever it is wants to put Shigato through a wringer.

Before they really kill him.

Whoever did this is an expert.

Chances are, he won't be in our rogues' gallery, but...

Chin, check the files anyway.

Pick out the brightest prospects.

Have Kono show them to the tour bus driver.

All we've got is a long shot.

Mr. Shigato?

Are you sure you can think of no one who might wanna kill you?

No.

All right. You can go in the house and rest now.

We checked it for booby traps. It's clean.

I'd like to. But right now I must get to the hotel.

Well, if you stay here, we can offer you protection.

I must get to that meeting.

You see, my company needs a large loan.

The men I'm meeting will decide whether I get it or not.

Mr. Shigato, if you move around town,

you're an open target.

Do you realize that?

I'm prepared to take that chance.

Well, I'm not.

I must go.

I'll get you the first drink, Larry.

Let's go.

Well, it seemed funny at that time.

Well, it was funny, Frank. Very funny.

It sure was.

Bartender!

Again.

I... I think we should be going, Frank.

Time for another always.

Again. This time put some Scotch into it, will you?

May I have a glass of water, please?

But the bus leaves in ten minutes.

Relax, will you? Relax.

We miss it, it's no big deal.

Know what these lousy palm trees remind me of, Mitch?

The Philippines.

Remember the Philippines, Mitch?

I try hard not to remember, Frank.

I try hard not to forget.

When you forget, you forgive.

That was 25 years ago, Frank.

It was yesterday.

Ca... C-can we talk about s-something else, Frank?

My... My stomach j-jackknifes

every time I... I think about it.

Your ulcer won't let you forget about Lo Tang.

S-stop it, Frank. Please!

Okay! Okay. New subject.

New subject, yeah.

Okay, what's this, hobby?

Your new hobby, Mitch?

Yes. I-I'm not very good at it.

Uh, picture-postcard stuff mostly.

Uh... Ha, that's me.

But I got some fantastic shots on the tour yesterday.

At least I hope they turn out that way.

Okay.: What's so funny?

"Made in Japan."

Uh, come on, Frank.

We'd better hurry to catch the bus.

Boy, you're a glutton for punishment,

going on another tour.

It... It'll be fun being with the guys and everything.

Oh, yeah, them "Boola Boola" boys are a barrel of laughs.

Yeah.

Mitch.

Mike. It's good to see you, Mike.

I was hoping you'd make the reunion.

Yeah, I got in late last night.

You're looking fine, Mitch.

Thank you. You too.

You don't recognize me, Mike?

How you been, Frank?

No complaints. You?

Okay. Just okay?

From what I hear, you've done real well.

You own more corporations than I got toes.

I just got lucky.

I bet. Like at Lo Tang.

Coming on the tour, Mike?

I'd like to, Mitch,

but I have a few things I have to attend to.

Oh.

Hey, look, let's have a couple of drinks later, okay?

Good.

I-I'd like that. Okay.

Mike. Hmm?

Mike, I...

I promised myself the first thing I'd do

if I ever ran into you was...

t-to thank you.

For what?

The gas station.

I don't know how you ever found out I...

I couldn't get up the money.

Mitch, old buddy, I don't know what you're talking about.

Why'd you do it, Holt?

Charity or guilt?

I'll forget that I heard that.

Rashiri.

Rashiri! Rashiri.

Rashiri. Rashiri.

Rashiri.

Where's Danno? Don't know.

Just got back from Trade Wind office.

Nobody there recognized any of our mug shots.

How's Shigato?

Shaken up. Nothing serious.

He's with the hotel doctor now. Kono, stay with Shigato.

Who's our man?

Guy from L.A. named Epstein.

He's here for a reunion of the 15th Airborne.

World War II outfit.

Shigato know him?

Swears he's never seen him before in his life.

But Epstein claims that Shigato was really a Kim Rashiri,

World War II commandant of the Lo Tang prison,

Japanese POW camp in the Philippines.

Epstein was interned there.

Couldn't be. We checked Shigato.

Where was Epstein yesterday? He was here all day.

Were all the men from this reunion at Lo Tang prison camp?

No. Only two others.

A Michael Holt and a, uh, Mitch Bradley.

Then you've never seen Mr. Shigato before today?

He'd be dead if I did!

What were you doing yesterday, Mr. Bradley?

I... I-I went sightseeing.

Do you remember the name of the tour outfit?

Uh... Trade Wind Tours.

What do you do for a living?

I own a gas station.

McGARRETT: Then you, uh, know something about cars?

A little.

And I see photography too.

Oh, why, yes.

Do you own a telephoto lens? - Yeah.

Mr. Holt, where were you yesterday?

L.A. What... What... What...

What... What... What is all this?!

I fingered a Japanese war criminal,

and all you can do is play 20 questions.

That guy's Rashiri!

Now what are you gonna do about it, McGarrett?

Take it easy, Mr. Epstein.

Take it easy.

When was the last time you saw this Rashiri?

February 17th, 1945.

It was sunset.

They had just lowered their flag for the last time.

And as a final gesture,

Rashiri ordered one of us hung from the flagpole.

Does that fix the time for you?

So that means you haven't seen him for 25 years or more?

This is one of his souvenirs!

If you had plastic toes,

do you think you'd ever forget his face?

I'm not mistaken.

Yes, you are, Frank.

Oh, there's a slight resemblance. Very slight.

But there's no way he can be Rashiri.

Rashiri's dead. He committed suicide.

Oh, no, no! That's a lie.

His body was discovered in a cave

some months after the war's end.

Badly decomposed but enough remained

to make an identification.

No, no, no. He rigged it. He rigged it somehow.

No, no, he was scum. He'd do anything to stay alive!

He was a Bushido, Frank!

He was found dead in his ceremonial robes.

He'd failed. He was disgraced.

Suicide was the only choice. No, no, no, no!

No!

How had he failed, Mr. Holt?

Oh, ho, ho. Keep going. Keep going, Holt. Tell him!

Go ahead.

Late in... '43,

Mitch, myself and Frank were sent on a mission

behind the Japanese lines.

Each of us had memorized a piece of coded information.

We were captured, sent to Lo Tang prison.

Rashiri was ordered to break us,

to get the information.

He was a clever sadist.

Little... Little by little,

he discovered our strengths,

our weaknesses.

He found out that...

That Mitch had a brilliant mind.

And that Frank wanted to play pro football.

And what did he find out about you, pal?

I wouldn't deprive you of this moment

for anything in the world, Frank.

Tell Mr. McGarrett yourself.

Nothing! Because he broke.

He spilled his guts to save his lousy life.

Rashiri didn't even have to lay a finger on him.

I take it Rashiri needed all three pieces?

That's right.

Mitch and Frank didn't break.

Rashiri failed.

Suicide was his only way out.

Well, heh, that's your word against mine.

And it won't be that way for long.

Mitch?

Mitch, tell McGarrett.

Tell McGarrett it was Rashiri.

I... I-I can't, Frank.

Mitch...?

Mitch, you... You saw him. You saw him in... In the hotel.

I... I only saw him for a moment.

I-I couldn't be sure.

Well, all right,

well, may... Maybe you'd better have

another look at him, then, huh?

Okay?

McGarrett?

Chin, have Mr., uh, Shigato brought down.

But... But I'm not this Rashiri.

You have made a grave mistake.

Can the act, Rashiri!

Mitch, tell McGarrett.

I c-can't, Frank.

It's been so long. I can't be sure.

Well, look at him, Mitch.

Look at him!

Uh, Mitch. Mitch, remember back then?

Remember when we...

When we used to sit around nights, and...

And talk about who we were and what we were gonna do?

Remember that?

I remember you telling me about...

About all those things you were gonna build.

Like skyscrapers and, uh... And bridges.

Things that nobody even dreamed of.

You can't have forgotten that, Mitch.

Well, you can't have forgotten Lo Tang!

You can't have forgotten how he'd sit cool as ice for hours,

while we were crawling up the walls.

You can't have forgotten, Mitch, how he took your brain apart,

and left you nothing better to do

than to pump gas the rest of your life.

It's him, Mitch. It's Rashiri.

He did it to ya. He's here right now.

Look at him!

Mr. McGarrett.

Yes.

Yes. It's him. It's Rashiri!

This has gone far enough.

Are you certain?

Yes!

All right, I'll check out your charges.

You'll check out my...? What kind of a cop are you?

What more do you want?

That man's a butcher.

Chin?

Take Mr. Epstein down to H.P.D. Book him on assault.

Well, aren't you gonna handcuff me?

I might make a run for it.

I know I came on strong.

I know I look the heavy.

But as God is my witness,

this man's Rashiri.

McGarrett.

Thank you.

Well, your story checks, Mr. Holt.

Airline confirms you arrived on 309

early this morning from L.A.

At least there was a Michael Holt

booked on that flight.

You all right, Mitch?

Yeah.

I just wanna go to my...

My room and lie down.

Okay, let me take you. Come on.

No.

I'll go by myself.

Are you sure?

P-please, Mike.

Stay with him, Kono. Dog him.

Can I go, Mr. McGarrett? Yes.

If you need me, I'll be staying here for a few days.

I'm exhausted.

It has been a nightmare.

Perhaps there is still time. For what?

To see if I can salvage that meeting.

Some of the men might still be here.

Might not have left... Just one thing, Mr. Shigato.

I'd like your fingerprints.

Fingerprints?

It is necessary?

Frank Epstein will be out on bail in no time,

and we just wanna prove to him that you're not Rashiri.

But how?

Well, I'm sure the Japanese government

can dig back through their World War II files.

We can compare your prints against Rashiri's

and show Epstein that they don't match.

Danno.

Mr. Shigato.

How are you feeling?

I have felt better.

I'm sorry for what happened.

Oh, I can't excuse it, of course, but...

But both Frank and Mitch lost a lot in the war.

And time doesn't always heal.

I'd like to say I understand,

but my life is a shambles because of them.

I'm having a bite to eat. Join me?

Why not?

Mahalo, brother. How's Bradley?

Everything's all right.

Truly a lovely spot, don't you think, Mr. Holt?

Okay, let's drop the charade, Rashiri.

Don't look so shocked.

I know you, you know me.

I don't know what kind of game you're playing,

but it won't do you any good.

I own you and your Teletex Corporation.

I don't want you dead.

I wanna see you bleed.

And I wanna see you broken

and crawling in the gutter.

Police. watch it.

How is he? Bad.

If they get him to surgery, he has a chance.

Yeah. What about Shigato? He's downstairs.

He's okay. Bradley?

Doc's examining him.

Say we won't be able to question him for several hours. Shock.

All right. Stay with him, Chin.

Keep in touch.

Right.

We found all this stuff in the closet.

The enlarger has a scratch on it.

Bradley's prints are all over that.

He must have come out on the balcony,

seen Holt and Shigato, and decided the game was over.

Yeah. Then why did he hit the wrong man?

Doctor says he's farsighted.

He also has an involuntary muscle twitch in his hand.

I don't know, Danno. Something strange.

What?

Nothing.

I haven't booked Bradley yet.

Book him on attempted homicide.

Holt thought I was Rashiri also.

While we were on the bridge

he told me he owned the Teletex Corporation,

and that over the years

he had very carefully trapped me into bankruptcy.

I know what you are thinking.

Epstein could have been mistaken.

Possibly even Bradley.

But not all three.

But they are, Mr. McGarrett.

You must believe me.

What part of the Philippines did you live

during the war, Mr. Shigato?

Olongapo.

Any family there?

No longer.

Where are they now? All dead.

Your friends still there?

No. Friends all dead too?

Everyone.

Everyone in the village was killed.

An act of reprisal by the Japanese.

Everyone but you.

Is that right?

The victim now becomes the accused?

That's not what I said.

That is what you are thinking.

I was a guerrilla during the war.

Away from my village when it was wiped out.

I am not this Rashiri.

That is the truth.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Danno.

All right.

Drop the attempted homicide charge against Bradley.

Make it murder one.

Holt just died.

And when I got to my room,

my... My head felt like I had a-a nail driven in it.

All right, what happened then?

Then my head started to spin.

A-and I started to go to the balcony

t-to get some air.

I-I must've blacked out.

And you remember nothing after that?

Not until the door burst open.

What about the rifle and the enlarger, Mr. Bradley?

I never saw them before in my life.

I swear.

That's the truth.

Steve.

Epstein was just released on bail.

He wants to know if he could see Bradley.

Uh, Mr. McGarrett,

c-could I talk to F-Frank, please?

All right, bring him in.

Thank you. It's for McGarrett.

Yeah.

Steve? Chin.

Chin, what do you got?

Rashiri's file is coming over the wire photo now, Steve.

Courtesy Japanese government.

All right. Get it and bring it to my office. Thanks, Chin.

Where are the rubber hoses?

Great sense of humor, Mr. Epstein.

After you've finished, come to my office.

If I get lost I'm sure one of your watchdogs

will show me the way.

Frank, hear what happened?

Yeah. Pity.

What?

You were such a lousy shot.

Why didn't you tell me about it, Mitch? I'd have helped you.

We could have gotten them both.

You think I did it?

F-Frank, I didn't.

Then who gets the medal?

I don't know.

I blacked out, I don't know what happened.

Something I can do? Anything I can get for you?

A new stomach.

Frank.

Frank, what are you gonna do about Shigato?

Frank, I know you think I fired that shot, but I didn't.

Frank, listen to me, don't do it.

You can't be 100 percent sure. He could be the wrong man.

Holt said he could... Holt said?!

All Holt knew was how to spill his guts

to save his own rotten life.

No, Frank.

Holt broke to save our lives, not his own.

What?!

After the first month,

Rashiri knew we were gonna be difficult to break.

And his superiors wanted progress.

And Rashiri's neck was on the line.

He told Holt this.

Told him he'd execute us if Holt didn't break.

Well, with us dead, heh,

h-he couldn't have possibly have gotten the information.

Rashiri was bluffing, Mitch.

Maybe.

But if we didn't break,

there was nothing to lose to execute us.

Maybe he did trick Mike.

But Mike loved us.

Rashiri knew that was his weakness

and he played on it.

And Mike never told you

because he knew you would never believe him.

He knew I wouldn't buy a snow job. That's what he knew!

You're poisoned, Frank.

It wa...

It wasn't the loss of your leg that crippled you,

it was hate.

You... You got... You've got my regrets, Frank.

And now...

you've earned my pity.

McGARRETT: Che.

Ballistics report on that rifle, Steve.

It fired the shots.

And I processed those photographs,

uh, in, uh, Bradley's enlarger.

As you'll see, identical scratch marks.

It developed those pictures of Shigato all right.

No doubt about it.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Call it cop instinct.

I just don't think Bradley is capable of murder.

He took those photos.

Wait a minute. Let me see your glass.

The man in the background here

with the camera up to his face is Bradley.

Come here, Danno. Take a look.

There's no way.

There's no way he could be in the picture

and take pictures of Shigato at the same time.

Not unless he pulled the neatest trick of the century.

Che, are all of Bradley's things here?

Yes.

Was there a roll of film in this camera?

That's right. Process it.

It's already in the lab, Steve.

Okay. Get 'em over to my office as soon as you can.

If Bradley was taking pictures with this camera, we might...

We just might have the face of the man who took those.

McGARRETT: Yes.

There's a resemblance. There should be!

He posed for it.

Yes.

I can see how he could have made a mistake.

Mr. Epstein, fingerprints don't lie.

Fingerprints don't change.

And these two sets don't match.

I guess I made a mistake!

I'm sorry.

Is that all you can say?

One man is dead because of your mistake.

Another will be on trial for his life.

And you are just sorry?

If there is nothing else, Mr. McGarrett?

No. You may go.

Kono, Epstein just left.

Follow him. Don't let him out of your sight.

The pictures Bradley took.

Two are overexposed.

Working on 'em, but don't expect too much.

Hm.

It's Charlie Llacuna.

He's a paid killer.

That's our man.

Mr. Frank Epstein?

Mr. Epstein? Yeah.

Call for you. Bring it over here.

Hello. Mr. Frank Epstein?

Yeah, this is Frank Epstein. Who's this?

My name is not important.

But I have some information

that I think you'd be interested in.

Information about what?

About who really killed Michael Holt.

Interested?

Yeah, I am.

Who are you?

Come to 110 Wahani Drive in an hour.

Come alone.

Relax, I just called him.

He's on his way to your house.

I got it. Just came.

All right. I'll check it.

But I trust him. I'm sure it's all there.

Yeah, it's Llacuna all right, or what's left of him.

McGARRETT: Yeah. Get the coroner down here, will you?

Well, Bradley couldn't have done this.

He's in jail.

Epstein?

No. Too much of a hothead.

The man who worked this out, all of it,

is a precisionist like Shigato.

He hired Llacuna to take the photos,

rig the car.

Now, that sent us to the hotel, where he had Holt killed

and watched us grab Bradley for it.

But, Steve, the prints don't match.

Well, he worked out all this, didn't he?

He's clever enough to have gotten them changed, somehow.

No, Shigato's our man.

He's got to be Rashiri.

Help. Help.

Help!

Mr. Shigato?

Mr. Shigato?

Dispatch calling McGarrett.

McGarrett, go ahead, Dispatch.

Kono for you.

Steve, Epstein gave me the slip.

How long ago?

Ten minutes.

Dispatch, this is McGarrett.

Go ahead, McGarrett.

Patch me through to Chin Ho.

Chin Ho, come in. This is McGarrett.

Chin, do you read me?

Chin, will you come in? Do you read me?

Car 4 receiving, but does not respond.

Chin, can you read me? This is McGarrett.

Chin?

Let's go.

You look shocked, Frank.

Or have you begun to believe

that I committed hara-kiri?

I'm not that dumb.

I knew you rigged those fingerprints.

It wasn't easy.

But when you want a new life, you find a way.

I must really thank you.

For what? For recognizing me at the hotel.

You were such a spectacle,

such an angry, hotheaded cripple,

waving your cane, shouting "Rashiri."

A superb performance.

Far beyond what I planned on.

Planned on?

You are so predictable.

All of you. But what about Holt?

A very authoritative young man named Llacuna

killed him for me.

It was no difficulty for him

to climb onto Bradley's balcony

and kill Holt.

And now it's my turn, huh?

I came here, broke in,

tried to kill you, right?

Very good.

And you took care of this brave policeman

who rushed to my cries of help.

We struggled, gun discharged.

And with me dead,

there's nobody to contradict your story.

And now, if there are no more questions...

Uh, one.

Why'd you do all this?

Holt found me out years ago.

Oh, don't give me that.

He swore on the Bible you weren't Rashiri.

He was playing a game also.

You just wanted to kill me.

Holt had an idea.

An idea... to make a hell of my life.

I had to stop him.

When the reunion was announced,

it gave me the opportunity to revenge.

Revenge?!

What did we ever do to you?

You made me see myself as a coward.

Made a lie out of everything I believed in.

Made me run away.

Why didn't you break?

Guns on the floor. Drop 'em. Drop 'em!

He's insane! He's Rashiri!

He's insane. He followed me here.

Caught your man by surprise. He's lying. He's lying!

He just told me he was Rashiri. Was about to kill me.

I was hit from behind. I don't know who.

It was him! I know. I know.

He's played a game with all of us, Frank.

But he's lost.

Now give me the gun.

Don't be a fool, Frank.

With good lawyers,

I can only get prison sentence.

You have thought about killing me

for last 25 years.

Are you going to throw that chance away?

Frank, give me the gun.

Remember what I did?

I cut off your leg, crippled you?

Made it impossible for you to have a life?

Frank!

If you kill him it's cold-blooded murder.

What kind of life

have you got to look forward to?

At least you can do this one thing.

I have destroyed you.

If I had been kind at all...

I'd have killed you.

Yeah. Frank. Listen to me.

He tried to break you 25 years ago and he couldn't.

Now, are you gonna let him break you now?

I have... misjudged you.

Both of you.