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Please.

Thank you.

Welcome.

I'm sorry to keep you late.

That's all right.

Now, anyone here need to use the restroom?

I know it sounds odd, but I really need to know.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm quite sober.

It's just that you'll be locked in your supply room,

there, for the next hour, maybe more.

And, oh, uh... I do apologize for this.

But, you know, no one seems to take me seriously otherwise.

Well... shall we start?

Quickly.

Please.

If you want to shout, please go right ahead.

Good for the nerves.

Besides...

once the door is shut, no one will hear you.

Except me, of course.

Oh. Uh... a few more little thoughts here.

Well... aloha.

THIEF: This is a recording.

If you look in the bag there,

you'll find a thermos of coffee, uh, two cups apiece.

And since you're nice, civilized people,

I've included a deck of cards.

You'll just about have time for a rubber of bridge.

This is a recording.

If you look in the bag there,

you'll find a thermos of coffee, uh, two cups apiece.

And since you're nice, civilized people,

I've included a deck of cards.

Ah. There you are, McGarrett.

Yeah, this is McGarrett.

What is it that can't be said to anyone but me?

Uh, I wanted to report a robbery in progress.

Uh, Kams Jewel... Uh, sorry. Hiccups.

Kams Jewelers.

The jewelry mart

at the corner of South and Curtis.

Yeah, go on.

Go on?

Isn't that enough?

Well, you said "in progress."

How do you know? Who is this, anyway?

Why, the thief, of course.

Was he tall, short?

You can remember that.

I can't really remember anything,

except that he seemed like a really nice man.

I guess kind of a nice, medium-size man.

Not too tall of a man, mister.

Well-dressed. Had to be about 60...

What have we got, Danno?

Hard to say, except the thief cleaned out

the entire supply of diamonds.

About $51,000 worth.

Wholesale, understand? Wholesale price.

Thank goodness for insurance is all I can say.

What's this setup?

I don't know.

Not too tall of a man, mister.

Well-dressed, Had to be about 60, 65.

White hair, beard,

banker type, conservative.

You know what I mean.

Excuse me.

Hello?

McGarrett?

One minute. He's right here.

For you.

McGarrett.

See those binoculars? Take a look.

The cord will reach.

Ah, there you are.

UH, the reason I called,

I've got two more jobs scheduled... just two

then I retire for good.

Uh, by the way,

I left you a little something under your desk.

The one on your right.

A card from the game of Monopoly.

"Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200."

We ought to book the guy for littering.

We know exactly who to look for:

Nice man, medium height.

Here's Mr. Kam's description, anyway.

Well, the suspect I saw was less than medium height.

Thin, mid-50's, no older.

Relax. Relax, Chin. I wrote it down.

Is this guy a thief or a comedian?

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

He's no beginner.

Have H.P.D. give us a computer run on the MO.

All robberies for, say, the last, oh, two years.

Have them program it four or five different ways:

Uh, general area, type of business,

the fact that he uses disguises.

And then something about his character.

Um, his, uh, good manners,

his effect on the ladies.

Uh, get that in, see what they come up with.

Okay.

Got a big, fat thumbprint here.

Beyond, that's it.

Everything else is clean.

I mean squeaky clean.

You mean, with all this junk we got one thumbprint?

All there is to it.

Che, run it through the lab, huh?

Steve, these numbers have been changed.

Pretty sloppy job too.

Take a look at the 4.

Actually, it's the numeral 1.

See the two lines that were added to alter its appearance?

And the 8.

Yeah.

That could be a 3 originally, huh?

So the actual number is 17903.

How about the tripod?

Same tampering.

Here's the original number.

Well, maybe this guy ain't so slick after all.

Well, don't take any bets on it.

Uh, Mr. McGarrett? Yeah. I'm McGarrett.

Registered special. Sign here, please.

Thank you.

Hm.

McGARRETT: Look at this.

Dust it.

Steve... this was sent to you here at the lab.

How did he know I'd be here at this time of day?

Yeah. It's definitely Punahou substation, Kono.

Corner of Punahou and, uh, Midcampus Drive.

Mark it.

Steve... I'm going blind.

How do you read this thing?

Inch at a time, Danno.

They're the probables that came back from H.P.D. computer.

If you just take the, uh, items I've checked,

you'll notice that there is a pattern.

First, uh, hit, almost a year ago.

A hundred and fifty, 250, 350.

Couple of thousand here. The ante keeps going up.

Yeah. You notice that the, uh, robberies

are in groups of three.

Then he lays off for two months.

Look. Sets up the next three.

All the places he hit are, uh, commercial establishments.

All insured.

Let's see what else they have in common.

Figure the ante's going up.

Well, he told me personally he was gonna retire.

How would you figure it?

So how come he sent back the diamonds?

Some trace too easily, I guess. I don't know.

This guy is weird, but he's not gonna starve.

The jeweler said he kept several thousand dollars' worth

of the most marketable.

I fished out the evidence.

The binoculars, for instance, were purchased

by some hood named Chin Ho Kelly.

A Danny Williams bought the tape recorder.

Tripod picked up by one Steve McGarrett.

Stop with the jokes, huh?

How could a guy possibly...?

Hold it, Kono. Hold it.

Go ahead, Chin. How did...? How did you trace them?

No hardship. They were all bought by money orders.

Money orders with our names on it?

Yeah. Every small item has come right back here to us.

He even implicated Jenny.

You know the print on the lens?

It's Kono's.

Transferred off something you handled.

Kono, you're under arrest.

Well, at least the guy's got a sense of humor.

Yeah. But more than that, Danno.

More than that, he's got savvy.

You know how I hate a thief. But this one...

This one sure can play the game.

I gotta give him that.

And you know something?

I think it's gonna take some doing to nail him.

We haven't had a case like this in years.

Okay, gentlemen... let's hustle.

Downtown quick.

The place is surrounded, and he's still inside.

Who's inside, Jenny?

The Monopoly thief.

Okay, gentlemen. Let's go.

Where is he?

Whitmore Importers. Seventh floor.

And that's the best you could do in describing him?

Well, he was young and impudent. Long-haired, young.

Terrible, terrible.

All those beautiful stones.

How anyone could do a thing like that,

I'll never understand.

Just never understand.

Tanzanite? I never heard of it.

Well, now... Well, you will, Mr... Uh, Mr. Garrett, you will.

Uh, flashes green-blue. Very lovely.

Mm, in 1967, they found the first stone.

In Tanzania, of course.

Tanzania. "Tanzanite."

Mm-hm. Yes. Here, I'll... I'll show you one.

Ah... Oh... mm, stupid.

Mm. Oh.

I was gonna show you one of the stones,

but they're all gone, aren't they?

Yes, of course. They're all gone. Mm-hm.

What are these stones worth in today's market?

Ah. That would be here on the inventory, page 2.

But it's not. Page 3.

Ah, yes, yes, here we go.

We paid $102,634 for them.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

What is it? What is it?

The excitement, I think, Mr. Garrett.

You'll have to excuse me, I...

I think I'm going to be sick.

Patience, children.

McGARRETT: Are you all right in there, sir?

Listen, old man, are you all right?

Open the door.

Open the door!

We've been had, brothers.

Kimo, check that vault. See if anyone's in there.

Did you see him? Who?

An old man, uh, white hair, green eyeshade?

Just heard someone on the stairwell going up.

Ken, wait a minute.

Uh, Chin, you and Ken, uh,

make sure he can't get back down.

Box him. I'll take the front door.

McGARRETT: Hey!

Move your truck out of there.

Officer.

Have him move that truck.

Well... getaway car was rented, Che.

He had it just under 24 hours.

Overnight then. Good.

How clean was it when he got it?

It had just gone through an automatic car wash.

The inside was vacuumed, dusted, glass polished.

The, uh, oil filter and the air filter

had been recently changed.

Brand new, in fact.

Oh. Well, we used that special vacuum

to clean out the interior of the car,

and, uh, this is what we took out of the filter.

Seeds, soil, grass,

animal hairs, feathers. Feathers?

Right. I'll have a zoologist go over this stuff.

And a botanist.

You say the filter was new? Yeah.

The usual city dirt and stuff,

you can discount that.

Not much sand or grit.

Usually indicates an inland route mostly.

The main thing, though, is the pollen.

Just all kinds of pollen.

Obviously, he's been somewhere where there's lots of flowers.

Hm.

What's this stuff?

You ever park your car by the docks overnight?

Yeah.

Well, that's soot from Bunker C fuel oil

burned by the ships.

Really? Yeah.

Stuck all over the roofs...

along with this:

Wheat chaff.

McGARRETT: The grain elevators were emptied when, Danno?

Seven a.m. The wind was east by northeast all morning.

Okay.

Because of the ash we know that the car was parked

someplace on the waterfront all night.

Someplace between the Aloha Tower

and the Oahu Railroad Depot.

He picked the car up here at the airport,

and the car spent the night there on the waterfront,

but there's a mileage differential.

Kono?

We checked, and the speedometer error is minus 10.3 percent...

so the actual mileage he drove corrects to 14.2.

And the distance from the airport...

to the waterfront via the Kam Highway

and Nimitz Highway is about four-and-a-half miles.

That leaves nine and a half to be accounted for.

Uh, Dr. Emerson. You said to send him right in.

Wally, thanks for coming.

Heh. Some of your newspaper friends, uh, sent you these.

Uh, we're famous, sort of.

Okay. Three columns by about 8 inches.

You tell those newspaper finks

that when I capture this joker, I want equal space.

And I don't want it buried in the Used Car section.

Yes, sir.

You guys on vacation?

Come in, Wally.

Have a chance to look at that dossier?

Yes, I've been through it.

Kind of tickles you, doesn't he?

What do you want from me?

The motive.

Steve, my degree says, "psychiatry,"

not "clairvoyance."

All I can do is guess.

Okay. Guess.

Well...

have you ever seen a more conspicuous criminal?

Egomania?

No.

I think more like identity.

He has to label every crime.

Why? So no one else gets the credit?

That's about it.

He behaves like a guy who's been kicked around all his life,

trodden on, shoved aside,

and now he's kicking back.

It's rather melancholy, isn't it?

Yeah.

Except, of course, for his income.

What's next, do you think?

Fort Knox?

All right.

Here we go. Thank you.

Did you forget something?

Oh, I'm not with them.

My card.

This is fascinating.

Do we...? Do we see the entire robbery?

I don't know, sir.

It's the first time we're running the tape.

That's $200,000 he's about to walk out with.

Hey, boss.

Sh. Chin, come on in.

Would you believe it?

Steve? Yeah?

Try this now.

Lewis Avery Filer, insurance investigator.

A good one too. At least, he was.

Was? You mean he's dead?

Well, disappeared, maybe. About two-and-a-half years ago,

owing 19,000 in hospital bills.

Intensive care costs mostly.

Uh, his wife had some kind of heart condition. She, uh...

She died, though.

Well, what does that got to do with us, Chin?

The bill got paid this morning. Cash: 19,000.

Nineteen-thousand? By whom?

No "whom." Parcel post, no return address.

The thing is, one of the bills is hot.

A 50... on the same robber you saw there.

I wonder what the point is.

The money's hot, the bill's not settled.

Sure it's hot, but who can prove it?

I mean, there's just one marked 50. And here's the zinger:

Bill was overpaid by exactly 50 bucks.

That's our man.

And that hot 50 means that

he wants us to know that he's Filer.

Wonder what he's up to now.

W-wait a minute.

Did you say that he was an insurance investigator?

For whom? For... For what company?

Island Home and Life.

Do they have anything to do with MPI?

I could check.

MPI. Uh, Mid-Pacific Industries?

Yes, sir. That cash card place is one of their subsidiaries.

Turns out our Monopoly friend here

only specializes in MPI, uh, establishments.

Doesn't hit anything else.

That fact came up this morning on the computer.

You've notified them, of course.

Yes, sir.

Steve, I've, uh...

I've kept out of this so far, and I intend to stay out,

but I, uh... I feel this Filer business

deserves special handling.

How special?

A news conference.

Well... we don't have a case yet, governor.

You can keep Filer's name out of it.

And I'm not asking you to pretty things up,

but I'd rather release this our way

than read about it their way.

And I'd suggest an MPI man be present.

After all, they've done a great deal for this island.

New eye clinic, for example.

Very well, sir.

Danno, would you like to check with them at MPI,

and see if they'd like to pick up on

the governor's suggestion?

If they would, you can make it tomorrow, late.

About 5 p.m.

As you know, Mid-Pacific Industries

is highly diversified.

On this island alone, we have many of our holdings.

Every firm struck by this thief

does business with us.

We either insure it, own it outright,

or we participate in some way in its profits.

Now as for Filer,

he, at one time, was on our payroll.

Uh, just remember, gentlemen, please,

that the name "Filer" is strictly off the record.

We have no evidence of any wrongdoing by this man.

Okay, Steve.

Mr. Franklin,

you said that Filer once worked for you.

What's the matter? Was his work unsatisfactory?

Uh, no, I wouldn't say that.

Filer worked for a small firm.

That firm merged with a larger firm.

Later MPI acquired both of them.

Naturally, in situations like this,

there is a duplication of effort.

McGarrett, before I came in here, I understood this story.

Now I'm confused.

You've got MPI, Filer, the Monopoly Thief.

So, what's the connection?

I'll show you.

This is a photograph of a past employee of MPI.

We have here picture number two,

the man we know to be the Monopoly Thief.

Now, this is an enlargement made from the TV recording

of the cash-cart robbery.

Picture number three is the same man,

and we've removed the hat in the laboratory.

Notice the similarity.

Picture number four, same man...

without a moustache.

And now, in the last picture, you will see

that we have removed the false epicanthic lid

of the Oriental and added Caucasian eyes.

If you'd study these two pictures,

I think you will notice

tremendous similarity between them.

McGarrett, are you saying

that Filer and your thief are the same man?

I never mentioned that name, sir.

And please don't attribute it to me.

What I'm saying is that there's a striking similarity

between these two photographs, and a possible motive.

This man was removed from his job because he was over 50.

He was working with a company

that was absorbed by a larger company.

Come on, McGarrett. This is pure speculation.

Yeah. Maybe.

Can you back up that charge?

A picture's no proof.

What have you really got, McGarrett?

What charge? I'm not making any charge.

Not yet, anyway.

What I'm saying is that all I think

is that we have found our man, gentlemen.

Sounds like double talk, McGarrett.

Would you mind coming forward

and identifying yourself, please?

Certainly.

Lewis Avery Filer.

It's the Monopoly Thief.

Either you charge me with grand larceny right now,

or I'll sue you... you personally McGarrett, for libel.

And when the dust clears, mister...

I'll own you.

Can we get a shot?

Go ahead. Put me in the lineup.

The way you go around changing faces?

No, thanks.

I'm gonna convict you with evidence, Mr. Filer.

Solid evidence.

Really? Like what?

Like the car you abandoned. The rented getaway car.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Bad move, Mr. Filer.

Bad move.

Because you drove that car to your bank.

My bank? Heh. I...

Oh, you mean my hiding place...

where I keep the proceeds.

Yes, I suppose I did...

but you'll never find it.

I could draw you a map, and it wouldn't help.

Maybe I've already found it.

I rather doubt that.

You see, I just came from there, and everything was intact.

Oh? Checking on the loot? Why?

Getting a little nervous?

Checking, yes. Getting nervous, no.

Two hundred and twenty thousand dollars is very comforting.

It can be very frustrating, too, if you can't get to it.

Well, there's no need. Not now.

I can wait until after the trial.

Trial? What trial?

What trial?

McGarrett... you'll have to book me.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I know what you want, Mr. Filer.

You wanna force me into court...

before I have a case.

That way you can get an acquittal

and live for the rest of your life

on what you've stolen, with the blessings of the court.

No chance.

I'll book you when I have a case.

You know, McGarrett...

you're too smart to be a cop.

And you're too smart to be a thief.

That's the one thing I regret about you, Mr. Filer.

You are a thief.

Well... as for my "bank," as you call it,

I'll get to it...

as soon as I shake that tail

you'll put on me.

Oh. You'll shake them. But when you do,

ask yourself, "Is that the real one or a decoy"?

How many men, Mr. Filer?

How many eyes will be on you?

And how many will belong to me,

and how many do you imagine are mine?

Should be an interesting 12 hours.

Twelve? Why 12? I'm in no hurry.

Because in 12 hours, I'll know where your hiding place is,

down to feet and inches.

Now you said you could draw me a map.

You already have.

I'll show you.

Now, you picked up the car here,

Gate 2 at 11:16 a.m.

First stop was the Moanalua Gardens,

then along this route to the Foster Botanical Gardens.

Then you ended the day here,

at the Government Arboretum.

How do you know that's right?

Oh, you know I know.

Your employment file says that you're an avid botanist,

so we consulted a botanist.

Several, in fact.

The rest we got from the car's air filter,

and some soil samples from the accelerator pedal.

And, uh... well, other things.

Fascinating.

I'm impressed, McGarrett. I really am.

Of course, I can afford to say that,

because certain things are missing...

like the bank.

Oh. This is just a sketch, Mr. Filer.

You see, you fill in the details for us

every time you make a move.

For instance...

along about dark, you stopped here

at the Punahou Substation.

Ah, yes. The diamonds.

Right.

Yeah. You mailed the diamonds to me,

which had just come from your bank.

I see it's underground.

You have earth under your fingernails.

Now flamingos are waterfowls,

so it couldn't be close to them.

Ground would be too soft, too swampy.

More likely, it's close to the monkey cage...

or is it in that stand of bamboo?

In any case...

it's, uh, not far from here.

And you say you just came from there?

I said I just came from somewhere.

This should be very helpful, this soil sample.

Your shoe, Mr. Filer.

That's quite unfair, McGarrett.

I'll apologize in court.

Danno... Mr. Filer's ready to leave.

Have you any idea what the press will do to you?

Oh, I'm used to it.

But have you any idea

what the judge and jury will do to you?

Well, we left him one way out.

Straight up.

I wouldn't put it past him, Kono.

Good morning, Che.

Good morning, Steve.

What have we got?

Well, Filer wasn't lying.

The soil was still moist.

Oh? Then he had just come from there, huh?

Monkey hairs, flamingo feathers,

bamboo seeds, same old thing.

Except... now I'm certain

they all came from the same place.

You really think so, huh?

I'm sorry, Steve.

Don't be. Now you get to stay up all night too.

Che... we need a fresh mind.

Come over here, will you?

Now, we know how far he drove.

These tapes... show us that.

But this stuff...

This had to come from this general area here,

give or take a mile.

Chin, take the tourist guide, will you?

Che.

Check this, uh... survey map.

I want you to start with this quadrant right down here.

Go over every inch of it.

All right, you guys, look alive.

Filer is moving out.

Chase two, you take him.

Chase three, stay close.

Be ready to trade off.

You don't wanna be spotted.

You know, this is confusing.

To you, maybe. To me, it's impossible.

He's what?

Hang in there, Danno. Dog him.

Filer stopped to make a phone call.

He's off and running again.

Hey, I got flamingos. I got, uh...

Forget it.

Steve. Filer delights

in handing us these false leads, right?

Right.

Now, here we've got this jungle-type stuff,

and where are we looking?

Right in the middle of the city.

I know.

I know, but the car mileage discounts anything else,

so, uh, let's keep on looking, huh,

until we've covered it all.

If we've been had, I want to know about it.

Now, what quadrant were you in?

How come he turned in his car?

He can't shake us by foot.

If you ask me, there's very little he can't do.

That's his second phone call this morning.

He couldn't know we're still on him.

Yeah? Where's it say that?

He's looking at his watch again.

Must be timing something.

All right, you guys, look sharp.

There are 80 different directions he can go in.

Well, that explains one phone call.

Jungle trails... monkey sideshow...

orchid gardens, flamingo lagoons...

bamboo forest.

Bamboo forest.

That's it, boss. Paradise Park.

That's up in Manoa.

That's about 11 miles outside the area.

Return trip, it'd be 22. No.

He could have taken a bus or cab, couldn't he?

Why would he do that if he had a car?

Oh, I don't know. Meanness, maybe.

McGarrett.

Steve? Yeah, Danno.

I got trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Filer switched cars on us.

He's got himself a real bomb.

Ought to make 120 easy.

We'll have a heck of a time keeping up with him.

Where are you now?

We just passed Bishop Museum.

Uh, he's heading for Likelike Highway.

I can almost bet on that.

Danno, we can't afford to lose him.

Now we need some time. Just a little more time.

I'll do what I can.

And please... be careful, will you?

Something's bugging me.

And I don't know what it is.

Me too.

Me too. Why both of us?

Wait a minute.

The odometer.

The Colchester case.

Right.

Let's go.

That's it, Chin.

Ah. Here it is.

What do you got in the speedometer up there?

Eight thousand, two hundred and forty-five.

I've got 8,268.

Look at that.

Hm. What a sneaky guy.

Uh, that's like, um... 23 miles difference.

Yeah. And that means Paradise Park, brother.

Have H.P.D. chopper pick you up,

see if you can spot Danno.

I'll head up to the park.

Yeah.

Steve?

Go, Danno.

He outran us, all right. Then he ditched the car.

No Filer.

He just vanished again.

How long ago?

Oh, maybe two minutes.

How about the chopper? Did Chin make contact?

Yeah. It's, uh, coming in now.

Okay, I think I know where Filer's going: Paradise Park.

Charlie.

Okay in the cart?

You've been waiting?

How long?

About 38 seconds.

Thirty-eight seconds.

Ah, well.

Time is always on my side, Mr. Filer.

You should know that.

Which reminds me...

Now...

if you'll finish your packing, we'll go.