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Who are you?

My name's Gary, ma'am.

Gary Phillips.

Ma'am, no less.

Tell me, Gary or Barry, or whatever your name is,

are you always this polite?

I mean, to every lady lush you happen to meet?

Well, I'm supposed to be polite.

He taught me that.

M-My dad, Lon Phillips.

I... I'm not supposed to leave my seat.

The thing is,

I got awfully hungry for a hot dog.

My dad says I've got to diet.

A-A boy should always try and shape himself up.

Batting third, playing catcher,

ladies and gentlemen, batting number three.

His very first at bat in a Hawaii uniform

after his great 12 years in the American League,

Lon Phillips.

They're glad to see you, Lon. So are we.

Someone's waiting for me.

I got lipstick on you.

That's all it takes.

Foul ball.

Pardon me. Excuse me, coming through.

Pardon me.

What happened?

A lady's been hurt.

Come on, folks, move along now.

Come on, move along.

Come on, folks, move along.

Move along, please.

Death caused by... Strangulation.

Where's McGarrett?

Down in the dressing room with the governor

and her husband.

Legally separated for a year now.

But I told you that, didn't I?

Yes, yes, you did.

Oh, there's been some bitterness,

lawyers, that sort of thing.

Mostly about the children.

What I mean, Mr. McGarrett, is that I wanted legal custody.

You know, I thought I was better qualified than Emily,

but I was never her enemy.

I no longer loved her, that was gone,

but I could never hate her.

Of course you couldn't.

Lester.

Steve, if there's anything I can do, let me know.

Yes, sir. Thank you, both of you.

A few more questions, Mr. Workman.

So far as we're able to determine

Mrs. Workman came here by herself tonight.

Now does that seem likely?

We talked about the way she came by the box

where I was sitting with the governor.

Well, that was her pattern, Mr. McGarrett,

her pathetic pattern.

To embarrass me, publicly, to humiliate me.

She'd get herself lushed up and then come to some place

like this ball park where I was in the public eye,

as I was tonight with the governor.

Do you know what she said to me when she came by the box?

She said it was tough luck for me

but she was being very careful.

I wasn't going to catch her doing anything that, uh,

I could use to get the children.

Yet, I never thought she really wanted the marriage to end.

We'll need a picture, Mr. Workman.

Uh, it'll be helpful when we start questioning people.

Well, I don't have any anymore.

May be some at her house.

Her maid would know.

I think I have Emily's phone number here.

I didn't know I still had it.

Or did I?

This lady?

You wanna know if I saw her?

That's it, Gary. Take your time.

And take a good look.

Uh, I already looked.

I never saw her.

Think, really hard, huh?

Oh, I-I-I'm sorry.

I-I-It was a mistake.

What was a mistake, son?

Ah, Your picture. I... I messed it up.

I-I was eating a candy bar.

I-I-I got it before the...

I mean, you know, they have a very large selection down there.

Uh, son, I'm sure you understood what we tried to explain

to everybody who came up here that this was a voluntary thing.

We just needed some help.

Y-Yes, sir.

Some... Somebody told me that.

But I... I didn't know what to do.

Is this what you've got so far?

Yeah.

"Gary Phillips, 142 Ocean Boulevard."

Well, it's not much, is it?

Gary was, uh, too busy eating.

Gary, um,

suppose you show us where you were sitting, huh?

B-8, 1-1, on the aisle.

It... I-It's a very good seat,

a perfect seat.

It's a house seat, isn't it?

You're Lon Phillips' son.

You know about me?

Well, there have been a lot of, uh, newspaper articles

written about a great ballplayer

like your father coming to Hawaii.

Yeah, Dad's the best.

He's the best in... In either league.

You know, he... How you doing, pal?

Hi, Dad.

I-I'm fine.

How'd you know I was here?

Uh, Coley told me. Everything okay?

Yeah.

I'm Steve McGarrett, Five-0.

Big fan of yours, great admirer.

Danny Williams.

What uh...? What's happening?

Just, uh, routine questions.

Your son was seated, uh,

here, not far from the murder area, as you could see.

We're trying to determine

if he might have seen something without realizing it.

Well, maybe when he was on the way to the concession area here

to get a hot dog or ice cream or some...

But I... I didn't...

I didn't go to the concession stand.

Well, I-I eat a lot of hot dogs myself, Gary.

Nothing to be ashamed of. I...

And I think that's mustard right there, isn't it?

Somebody bumped into me, in the aisle.

For crying out loud.

Dad, I did... I did just as you told me to do.

I went straight to my seat,

I never left that seat. I-I... Not any.

Not once.

Yeah, well, then that being the case,

I guess we can leave, huh?

I bet you're hungry, right?

Yeah, you bet.

Danny?

Well, Steve, how's it going?

Coley.

You've known him a long time.

Lon?

Roomie for ten years in the majors.

You get to know a guy pretty good.

And Lon Phillips is a pretty good guy?

The best.

The newspapers give me all the credit

for getting him over here.

But that isn't how it happened.

I didn't ask Lon, he asked me.

You mean to come to play in Hawaii?

In the minors? Why?

Because of Gary.

Look, Lon had two, maybe three big years left.

But after his wife died, well, things were rough.

Steve, Gary, he's a...

Well, he's a real sweet kid,

but he's just slow.

You talked to him. Yeah.

While Lon's wife was alive, why the two of them they could...

They could watch out for the boy,

but now there's just Lon.

He figures it's easier out here.

You know, away from the big cities.

I see.

I guess not many fathers would do that for their sons, huh?

Especially when their careers are affected.

Yeah, but Lon's that kind of a man.

He'll do anything in the world for that kid.

But with a kid like Gary growing up and everything,

well, just never know what he's gonna do.

You're quiet tonight, Dad.

Yeah, I guess I am.

Sore at me about something?

Nah.

I'm never sore at you, Gary.

Not really.

Dad, listen...

Hey, you wanna arm wrestle?

Sure, why not?

Ah...

Yah.

Why did you lie?

I didn't.

About not being in your seat.

I saw.

Oh, I... I was afraid you'd get sore.

What about?

What do you think?

The hot dog.

Well, I'm sorry.

I-I was ashamed.

What about the woman?

I wasn't looking at any women.

Dad, you always told me to stay away from the girls.

Be a gentleman with the girls.

That's true with women too, isn't it?

Yeah.

Besides I wa...

I was only thinking about being hungry.

I... I was starving. Heh.

You were starved.

You eat enough to feed an army

and you can't even beat an old man.

Aah!

Ah, yeah.

Yeah.

We're gonna make it here.

Yeah, it's really nice.

Ain't it beautiful?

Your mother would've loved this place.

Except for the night games.

Yeah, like all the baseball wives...

She sure hated night ball.

But she always went, every game,

day or night.

Every game, day and night.

Just like you, pal.

We had a nice thing going.

There was nothing else I could do.

You blew it.

She was too drunk to be scared.

She was saying things, loud.

You panicked.

Anyway, nobody saw.

You'd better hope so.

Style. It's either there or it's not.

What about Mrs. Workman, was it there?

Oh, she had it.

Style and class in everything she did.

Or almost did.

Meaning what?

Well, let me tell you about the first time I met her.

They say there's nothing worse than a lady drunk,

but she could even bring that off.

When was that, the first time?

Last spring.

She came by one afternoon just about this time.

Her husband used to be here a lot then.

He used to play, you know,

bring the business associates in,

run around the court.

And was he there that day?

No, but she was looking for him.

I told her she'd get in trouble

throwing her body around like that.

I mean, it was, uh, really a big invitation, you know.

And did you take it?

Well, I was willing

and for a while she seemed to be too.

He found out that she'd been by looking for him

and he didn't come anymore, but she did.

She was here every afternoon watching me play,

telling me about all those things

that were going to happen.

But never did?

You got it.

A big come-on but no payoff.

That's good, girls.

A little more on the backhand, Phyllis.

There, that's good.

How do you figure it?

She was afraid of her husband.

I mean, despite everything she said,

she was scared.

But of what?

Oh, she didn't wanna lose the kids,

or all that alimony.

She said he had her watched all the time.

I don't know if he did or not, but she thought so.

Like I said, despite the fact that, um,

she liked to play house,

and that she was very good at falling off bar stools,

she was a real classy lady.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Yeah, in my business I see them all the time, Mr. Holbrook.

My financial arrangements with my wife

are handled by my attorney, Martin Motyka.

I'm sure he'll tell you anything you want to know.

We've been investigating your wife's background, Mr. Workman.

But I'd like to hear from you

anything about the pattern of her life that might help us.

I see.

I gather, Mr. McGarrett,

that you've been hearing some of the stories

my wife spread around.

That I was supposed to be watching her like a hawk

so that I could get out from under all this alimony

and/or get the children, et cetera, et cetera?

Yeah, that's right.

That's what we hear.

Were you having her watched, Mr. Workman?

I've already forgotten that you asked that question.

Then I'll ask it again.

Were you having her watched, Mr. Workman?

I'd like an answer.

I was not.

But you can check that out for yourself

with the private agencies that I would have had to use.

Oh, I can check anything out,

but it all takes time.

I was hoping to save some.

If you have any information,

however unpleasant, or sad or embarrassing,

anything that could help us,

I'd be grateful to have it, Mr. Workman.

Yes, of course, forgive me.

The answer still is no.

Mr. McGarrett,

now that I have the children in the house with me, I...

I try to protect them as much as I can.

I hid the paper this morning.

I suppose that's natural enough, but...

I can't keep things hidden from them forever.

No.

Nobody can keep things hidden forever, Mr. Workman.

Exactly what did the hot dog vendor say?

He's a little swinger, that hot dog guy.

It took me five hours to find him.

He vaguely remembers that there was a boy

who more or less looked like, uh, that picture,

who was at the concession stand

and in the corridor at the time of the murder.

He's definitely sure he saw her.

He notices good-looking chicks.

Anything else?

Well, he's not very sure,

but he thinks he saw Mrs. Workman

talking to a big kid, and that big kid

may have also bought the hot dog from him

somewhere along the way.

You think the kid's the one?

I don't know, Kono. I don't know.

But he's a very uncertain, frightened boy,

and one way or the other I'm gonna have to find out why.

No, I haven't asked him about it again, yet.

Is there any reason why I should?

Well, you see the routine in a situation like this

is to constantly recheck, Mr. Phillips.

Somebody thought maybe they saw

a person of your son's general description in the corridor.

Now, even an adult can get confused

in a situation like that.

So I'd appreciate it if you'd check with Gary again.

Sure, but, uh, he's out right now.

I mean, he'll be back.

I mean, you know, that kid and food.

But, yeah, I'll definitely check it out with him

the second he gets back, and...

Well, I hope you guys

have something better than this to go on.

Well, we don't have a whole lot.

One thing is missing.

Mrs. Workman's handkerchief,

with initials E.W. embroidered on it.

The maid said she put a fresh one

in Mrs. Workman's pocketbook before she went out last night.

It wasn't there when we checked the purse.

Suppose a couple of million of handkerchiefs

are lost every year,

but it may mean something.

Anyway, getting back to Gary, uh...

Suppose you check and call me back in about an hour?

Either way, Mr. Phillips, agreed?

Oh, yeah, sure. As soon as he gets home.

Thank you.

That was, uh, Mr. McGarrett I was talking to out there.

Yeah, I... I know, Dad.

You, uh, probably heard I made a little joke

about, uh, how you're hungry all the time.

No, I couldn't hear.

But I-I'm hungry, all right.

So tell me, champ,

how do you like the taste of corn flakes here in Hawaii?

Just like the corn flakes back home taste.

Gary...

this is our home.

I mean, this is our home and we are here.

Look, pal, you know, it's...

It's no small matter

fooling around with a man like Mr. McGarrett.

And you can't say things to him that aren't exactly true,

which is what I just did.

I mean, I still acted

like I didn't know you left your seat last night

and we both know you did.

I mean, you were up there when it happened.

But only for a second. Just to get a hot dog...

Don't talk with your mouth full.

I'm sorry, it's okay.

They're probably gonna wanna talk to you later.

I mean, somebody made a report

that they saw a boy of your general description.

But there's nothing to be scared of.

Unless there's something else I don't know.

What is it?

Nothing.

Now, come on, tell me.

You made me make a mess.

Forget the mess!

Well, you're always yelling because I make a mess.

I only had a hot dog.

I know it was wrong,

I'm not shaping up.

But...

I shouldn't... I shouldn't eat hot dogs.

God, I gotta have time to think.

Now, look, we... We've got about an hour.

Uh... Look, Gary, why don't you...

Why don't you go down and check out the beach.

And, uh, get some suntan lotion for your skin.

You know how it burns.

But I've gotta think.

I-I-I didn't do anything.

Where do I get suntan lotion?

Figure it out, for once in your life!

Figure out something for yourself!

Nobody saw, huh?

I forgot. It... It...

It happened in a second, I was moving away fast...

and I bumped into him.

Uh... Damn it.

Ow.

Oh.

He was eating something.

A hot dog.

I don't know what he saw.

You don't know?

A genius like you?

If it happened so fast,

he probably doesn't even remember you.

Except he could get another chance,

a lot of them.

It says here he attends every game his father's in.

But not tonight if I can help it.

Never again.

Dumb little fat slob.

Well, I ought to be able to catch up with him by tonight.

Shut him up for good.

Oh, Gary.

This is the Louise Dillingham Fountain,

built to the memory of Hawaii's most famous hostess,

the wife of industrialist Wilhelm Dillingham,

about a decade ago after her death.

Dillingham heirs had the fountain

redesigned and improved about four years ago

in order to add to the beauty of the park area.

Yes, can I help you?

Oh, uh, Mr. Johnson. I guess he's out.

Oh, we don't have a Mr. Johnson here, sir.

That's a party named Phillips.

Oh, well, pardon me.

Sounds like Mr. Phillips ain't home, whoever he is.

Lon Phillips, the ball player, that's who.

No kidding.

Well, I guess I got the wrong address.

I'm looking for somebody else.

Nobody answers Lon Phillips' phone.

A couple of times I thought someone was home.

I got a busy signal

and then I tried again and got no answer.

That can happen sometimes, wires crossed,

somebody else trying to reach him at the same time.

Keep trying, Jenny. Okay.

It'll be hours before they open the ball park.

Coming up on the right side of the bus,

the International Market Place,

where the restaurateur, Don the Beachcomber,

initiated the idea of a market place

in order to sell wares of the Pacific Islands.

Hm.

You can just see when everything began falling apart for her.

When the withdrawals from her bank account suddenly started.

About four weeks ago.

A thousand the first week, then 1,500,

then 2,000 then three.

Four weeks, Danno, just four weeks

since she started making those big withdrawals.

And just about that time,

she started to go to the ball park alone.

Strange.

Lon Phillips?

Still trying.

Still didn't get your party, yet,

right, pal?

No.

I'll try again later on.

Built in 1957.

However, shops, restaurants and facilities

are still being improved upon.

Are you feeling all right?

Yes, ma'am.

Here.

Why are you crying?

Oh, I... I-I'm not, ma'am.

It... Ahem.

A-An allergy. Uh...

I've... I've got an allergy.

In Hawaii?

As often as you like, brother. This is Hawaii.

Free phone calls for the customers.

There are other ways to be nice to customers.

Don't bother.

What's wrong with being bothered?

Oh, hello there, Mr. Johnson.

Who?

Oh, there was a fella came around here before.

He was sure people who lived in your apartment

were named Johnson.

Why, he even looked through the window.

A man? What did he look like?

Oh, sort of a big guy, I'd say.

Certainly big enough so he ought to know where his friends live.

Excuse me.

You bet, Mr. Johnson.

Well, no more tours today.

Have I lost my boyfriend?

I-I-I guess so, ma'am.

Thank you.

Well, where are you going?

Well, I, uh... I guess I'll go see my dad now.

It just so happens that you finally answered your phone.

We contacted you first.

We also have an APB out on your son.

You make me sound like a criminal.

Well, I don't mean to, Lon. It's not my intention.

Well, I'm not running away from anything,

not hiding from anything. Gary either.

Look, Lon, I...

I can't prove this. I tell you that going in.

But I do think your kid is running away

from something right now.

No he's not.

Please.

Let me finish.

I also think that your son did not harm that woman.

Now, I'm not a doctor, certainly not a psychiatrist,

but I know my job, and that means knowing people.

Now, isn't it possible that Gary could have seen something

and didn't know how to handle it?

I don't know,

and we won't know until we find Gary.

Well, then we're still nowhere.

No, no.

Here's where we are right now.

One of the concessionaires at the ball park,

he just thinks that he might have seen Gary

near Mrs. Workman a few minutes before she was killed.

Mr. McGarrett... Now, please, Lon.

I-I think it's best if you let me fill you in, okay?

Now, based on that information,

the fact that Gary and the dead woman's picture

were on this morning's paper, we started to re-check

various possible witnesses.

So far, we've got a

conventioneer from Hoboken, New Jersey,

and a Japanese baseball fan from Kyoto.

Now neither, neither is positive,

but both think that they saw this woman, Mrs. Workman,

plant a kiss, a sort of a motherly kiss, on your son.

Now the big question is, what did Gary see?

Now, while we were trying to reach your home,

somebody else was trying at the same time.

Now, maybe they were trying to check, I don't know.

But maybe it was the one who actually killed Mrs. Workman,

who knew what Gary saw.

And if it is, he's not gonna settle for phone calls, Lon.

He's going after Gary.

What is it?

What is it?

Has somebody been around already?

Now, please, Lon, I-I don't presume to tell you

how to do your job.

Don't... Don't tell me how to do mine.

Please, tell me what you know.

Trust me.

Okay.

Somebody has been around.

The building manager told me.

It's a big guy, that's all I know.

No, you know more. What is it?

Your son's life might be in danger, Lon.

Kono, get over to Mr. Phillips' apartment on the double.

Somebody is after his son.

Try to get a description from the apartment manager.

Whoever the guy is,

we've got to find Gary before he does.

Thank you, brother. Come back soon.

Hey, Gary.

Took off the minute he saw me, Steve.

Lost him on the corner of Kuhio and Namahana.

Don't know where he went.

Okay, Kono. Stay there.

What about the, uh, building manager?

Could he give you an ID on the man

who was asking about Lon Phillips' apartment?

Nothing, Steve.

Just a big guy who was wearing dark glasses.

Don't know who he is.