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I'm not supposed to leave my seat.

I got lipstick on you.

That's all it takes.

What happened?

A lady's been hurt.

Death caused by... Strangulation.

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.

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.

Your son was seated 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.

Maybe when he was on the way to the concession area here,

to get a hot dog or ice cream or something.

But I... I didn't... I didn't go to the concession stand.

Why did you lie?

I didn't.

About not being in your seat.

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

What about the woman?

I wasn't looking at any women.

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.

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?

That's what we hear.

Were you having her watched, Mr. Workman?

She was afraid of her husband.

I mean, despite everything she said, she was scared.

But of what?

She said he had her watched all the time.

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.

Oh, Gary.

Are you feeling all right?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh...

Here.

Yes, can I help you?

Oh, uh, Mr. Johnson. Uh, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

Somebody is after his son.

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.

Oh, are you...? Are you all right?

Oh, yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

Hey, I... I didn't even see that car.

This is not the time or the place

for your questions, Mr. Kelly.

Here, there are only tears.

I regret having to ask again at such a time, but it is my duty.

A minute or so before she was killed,

Mrs. Workman talked to a boy, a nice boy,

and it is our feeling that she felt a kindness toward that boy.

She was kind.

Often unwise, but kind.

We think that boy saw what happened,

but he's hiding someplace because he's confused.

Can you tell me why Mrs. Workman went to the stadium so often?

Was she seeing someone there?

Enough of her dignity has been taken away already, Mr. Kelly.

Don't take away anymore.

Miss Ahn, was it only other people

who took your lady's dignity away,

and not, uh, Mrs. Workman herself?

It is not proper, you know that,

to bring something soiled,

that handkerchief, to such a place.

Miss Ahn, you loved her and she was a lady of quality,

but she had a secret and it was not a nice one,

and you know that too.

You can't hurt your lady's dignity

by telling us a secret now.

You can only hurt whoever he is, the person who killed her.

I don't know his name.

She had met him,

then there was something terrible.

Pictures of them together that he had.

And then she had to give him money.

But the other night, the last night,

she'd decided no more.

No more money.

No more blackmail

or she was going to call the police.

But who? What's his name?

She never said his name.

But that's where she met him.

At the stadium.

I... I thought I did not,

but I do have more tears.

But that's as it should be, Miss Ahn.

He was involved somehow

in all her troubles.

Mr. Workman.

Everything's gonna be okay, Lon.

He's out there someplace.

He doesn't even know his way around the city yet.

Why doesn't he come back?

He will. Now, don't worry.

Look, Coley, I...

Man, I don't have to tell you.

I mean, he's...

You just never know what he's gonna do.

Coming out here, I...

I thought things would be better.

I thought he was doing all right.

He liked it here.

He's scared, he's running, he's all alone.

When you found the handkerchief, why didn't you say something?

I don't know. I knew from the beginning

he was hiding something, but I was afraid to find out what.

I should have asked him. I... I should have made him tell me.

I should have trusted him,

the way he trusts me.

He'd be all right now.

I have no idea what my wife's maid meant.

Well, I would assume it means, uh, blackmail, Mr. Workman,

and it checks.

Your wife's account shows

that there were regular withdrawals

made on a periodic basis.

Poor Emily.

I had no idea.

Then you know nothing about the incriminating photographs?

Photographs?

No, I didn't know.

And I don't want to know, Mr. McGarrett.

No matter what troubles Emily had,

can't we just let it rest now?

I'm afraid not.

Whoever it was who...

Who killed your wife was seen.

There's a witness, a boy.

We haven't found him yet

but we believe his life is in danger.

By the same person?

I don't know.

So the whole ugly nightmare that Emily lives

is still going on.

We've been checking some things, Mr. Workman.

I asked you before, I'd like to ask you again.

Were you having your wife followed?

No. Of course not.

Why should I? What purpose would that serve?

Well, you said you wanted custody of the children.

You wouldn't be the first man who hired someone

to gather evidence.

Well, I didn't.

I couldn't.

I told you before, Mr. McGarrett,

that I... I didn't hate my wife.

I knew how she felt about me but I didn't hate her.

Well, somebody hated her enough to kill her. Why?

I don't know.

Whoever it was, was victimizing her.

Squeezing her dry.

Her maid said that you were involved.

I believe her.

She was deeply grieved by your wife's death, Mr. Workman.

She wasn't the only one, Mr. McGarrett.

She wasn't the only one.

Then help us.

Help us find out who it was

who hated your wife enough to kill her.

Mr. McGarrett,

if you don't mind, would you please...?

Please excuse me?

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Hello?

I wanna see you. Right away.

It's Workman.

He wants to see me.

Why?

I don't know.

Tell him yeah. Tell him you'll meet him.

Take a look.

Fourteen private investigators in Honolulu.

I want you and Chin to check them all out.

Particularly the ones who handle divorce work.

Yeah, Workman sounds good. Says all the right things.

But you don't buy it?

I can't afford to, Danno.

That boy's life is on the line.

We really gotta move on this one.

I said your case book.

That's privileged and confidential.

And I'm gonna look at it. Now.

What are you looking for?

I'll tell you if I find it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kurland, but I couldn't stop him.

I told him you were busy.

That's all right, Grace.

You seem to have an urgent problem, sir.

Yeah.

Sure do.

You have no right to go in my...

Sit down, Mr. Kurland.

Sit down.

Oh, police.

Why didn't you say so?

Can I see your case file?

I assume you have the proper written authorization

to make such a request?

No, but I can get it.

You wanna come with me while I do?

No, that... That won't be necessary,

I always like to cooperate with the police.

Lon?

You're just a little bit early, aren't you?

Yeah, I just thought he'd be here.

I couldn't stay in the apartment any longer.

What if he comes back there?

I left the cop there.

Now, Gary's gotta come here. He knows this is where I'll be.

He'll come here.

Sure, he'll turn up.

You know he never misses a game.

Yeah, he'll come here.

Oh, where is he, Coley? Where is he?

Hello? Dad?

Dad, this is Gary. Dad?

Gary, listen to me. Don't hang up.

Jenny, get me through to Steve, wiki, wiki.

You made a big mistake.

What do you mean?

Don't lie anymore.

I know about the photographs.

You've been telling me that you didn't have any,

and all the time you've been sending them to my wife,

haven't you?

Listen, Mr. Workman... No, you listen.

You've been playing both sides.

I've been paying you to get pictures,

and my wife's been paying you to keep them from me.

And I think that's very funny

since it's my money on both ends.

My alimony to her, my fee to you.

But... But you've got it all wrong, Mr. Workman.

No, I don't have it all wrong.

Oh, never mind.

I'm not angry anymore.

With you and your friend.

When you came to me with that story

about your friend meeting my wife at the stadium club bar,

that you and he might be able to do me some good,

keeping an eye on her.

When you said you might be able to get something

that I could really use, remember?

That's what we were trying to do.

Well, you did much better than that.

In fact, I think you've even done me a big favor.

Not that I asked you to.

With Emily dead, all my problems are solved.

What do you want, Mr. Workman?

You didn't call me out here to tell me how happy you are.

All right, I'll make it very simple.

It's finished.

If you have any pictures of my wife, burn them.

And the negatives.

Forget that you ever knew me.

And I'll forget that I ever knew you.

Understand?

What about the money?

Forget that too.

The bank just closed.

You take what you've got and get

somewhere far away.

Remember this:

I've got far more on you

than you ever had on my wife.

I've got you for murder.

He said that? He said he knows? He knows?

Workman said it's okay.

He said he won't tell anybody.

He knows?

Now, what did you tell him?

Nothing. I didn't. He knew.

How? What did you say to him?

He put it together for himself.

I didn't say anything.

He's smart. He thinks he's smart.

Now, what did he tell you? Say it again.

No trouble. That we should burn the pictures.

I did that. I don't need him to tell me about that.

And he said we should get out, go away.

What about the kid?

Now, it's easy for Workman to... To give orders,

but the kid saw me.

Maybe Workman's right.

We still got some of the money left. Suppose we go away.

And let the kid send the cops after us.

Workman said get out.

He said it's finished.

Well, now, don't you worry about Mr. Workman.

Maybe he's not as smart as he thinks he is.

No.

Oh, yeah.

The kid saw me and Workman knows.

Now, that's the same thing.

But we can get away. Now.

Yeah, yeah, we'll get away.

But first there's loose ends,

and I'm gonna take care of them.

Hello, Steve.

Look, I've been wondering,

hoping, really, at the chance on word about Gary.

Well, he called home, Coley.

Kono answered but the kid got scared, I guess and hung up.

We're still looking for him.

Okay. I guess I'd better tell Lon.

No, I wouldn't do that, Coley.

Well, look, if you hear something,

anything, Lon's climbing the walls.

Sure, I'll let you know right away.

Thanks, Steve.

You know, he'll probably show up right here at the ballpark.

Gary never misses a game.

Never?

That's interesting.

Yeah, sure.

As soon as we hear anything, Coley.

Yeah, goodbye.

Anything?

The H.P.D. stakeout at Lon Phillips' apartment

say it's all quiet.

And Danny and Chin Ho have gone through most of the list

of private investigators.

Which means nothing.

I just heard that Gary Phillips

goes to every game that Lon plays in.

Maybe he'll be there tonight.

Yeah, maybe.

And maybe the killer will too.

Kono, call H.P.D.

I want a man on every entrance and every exit of the ballpark,

with a picture of Gary.

Right.

You gotta short-hop it.

What?

Yeah, on a ball like that, you gotta short-hop it.

You know, go in for it, don't be scared.

Who's scared? What do you mean, scared?

Why, I didn't mean anything.

It's just that on a ball like that you gotta short-hop it.

Oh, yeah? What do you know?

Come on, Bernie. Wake up.

I got an expert here. What do you know?

About baseball?

Why, I... I know a lot.

He knows all about it.

Well, so do I,

so why don't you go tell the other guys over there.

Look, I... I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

It's just that... You know Lon Phillips?

Sure. Everybody knows Lon Phillips.

Well, he's my dad.

That's how come I know about baseball.

Hey, come on. Are we playing ball here or not?

Yeah, but this guy says his father's Lon Phillips.

You don't look like Lon Phillips.

Yeah, I... I... I know, but he is my dad.

Really? Lon Phillips is your old man?

My old man's Willie Mays.

Hey, hey, you wanna play?

Yeah, sure.

I gotta go to the ballpark.

We're all going to the ballpark.

Come on, you play third. I'll move over to short.

Hey, what's your name?

Uh, Gary.

He'll be here, Lon. It's early yet.

When he gets here he'll be safe. There's cops all over the place.

And there's a cop at every entrance.

Cops at the gates?

They'll scare him away. He's frightened enough already.

What are they trying to do to him?

They know what they're doing.

Look, I know Steve McGarrett.

And I know you and Gary.

And you're in good hands.

And let me tell you something.

I happen to know my rights.

And you coming in here asking to see my books,

that's not included.

You saying no?

I'm saying you wanna see my case books,

you show me a writ, officially.

Officially?

I'll tell you something unofficially.

Your license as a private investigator

comes up for renewal every year.

This much leaning.

There's gotta be something big happening. Right?

Let's see the book.

Well, if it's something important.

I mean, I've handled some pretty big ones in my time,

and I know how tough it is to get a lead.

Oh, it was routine.

All he wanted me to do was to keep an eye on his wife,

you know, see if she was up to any hanky-panky.

Was she? Nah.

A lush, yeah.

But that was it as far as I could see.

As far as I went.

What does that mean?

Well, he fired me.

I was supposed to have a month, firm.

Then, after about a week and a half, he tells me I'm through.

And?

Well... Now, look, Mr. Gavin... Galvin.

Mr. Galvin.

I need all the pieces and I need them now, you understand?

Okay.

You see, I figured he fired me because he hired somebody else.

You know, to watch his wife.

And had he?

Look, I might as well tell you,

I'm a snoop.

That's why I'm so good in this business.

I like to stick my nose into other people's business.

That's very interesting.

But what about Workman?

Yeah, that's what I mean.

You see, when he takes me off the case,

I know there's a reason,

so I keep following.

Now, let me get this straight. You mean Mrs. Workman?

No, no, no, no. Mr. Workman.

And I find the reason.

And she is a knockout.

Eurasian, real cute.

Oh, may be a little frayed around the edges,

but you know, nice.

So, Mr. Workman has a girlfriend?

That's what it looked like.

But, uh, I keep snooping.

Uh-uh.

She's no girlfriend of his. Strictly business, man.

Cash on the line. He gives, she takes.

You mean that she was blackmailing Workman?

You tell me.

They meet in a car, a little conversation from her

and a handful of money from him.

Can you describe the girl?

Sure. Easy.

If I put you with a police department artist,

do you think you could come up with an accurate composite?

I can do better than that.

I told you I'm a snoop.

But I didn't tell you,

I'm also a camera nut.

Looks like Mr. Workman lied to us a little bit.

McGARRETT: Yeah, a little bit.

Had a great act. He cries good.

Let's talk to him about that.

Who are you? What do you want?

Yes, please?

It's McGarrett.

Williams. Five-0.

We'd like to see Mr. Workman, please.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry.

Mr. Workman was here a few moments ago.

Strangled.

Neck is broken.

Just like his wife.

Why?

He knew who they are, I guess.

Too bad he lied to us.

So close. We almost made it in time.

Well, we can't be late again, Danno.

We've got to find out where Gary is before they do.

Horton, hold it.

Don't think you're getting away with it.

What?

Reporting 20 minutes late for work.

You picked a great day to goof off,

with cops and plainclothes men all over the place.

Well, I'm sorry, but I, uh... I had something to do in town.

Yeah, well, I'm deducting the time.

Steve, we ran off copies of the picture of the girl.

We sent them out to the stadium.

H.P.D. will have a man at every entrance

and they'll all be looking for Gary and her.

There are only five entrances.

Plus the players' gate.

So that means Gary could come in here, here, here, here...

Or here or here.

Now, I'll be watching from up top.

You just keep an eye on that gate.

Now, as soon as the crowd comes in,

we'll probably lose eye contact,

so I'll want walkie-talkies.

And you signal me if you see the kid.

You got it?

Sure, honey. But I...

You just do what I tell you.

Okay.

Hey, what's the matter? That's it.

The players' entrance.

You said you could get us all in free.

You know, I... I... I... I thought I could.

And now that we're here, you don't think you can, right?

Look, I... I... I'm... I'm real sorry.

Oh, wow. Lon Phillips' son.

All we have to do is come with you

and they throw the gates open for all of us.

Hey, leave him alone. He knows more about baseball than you do.

Come on, Gary. We'll show you how we get into the game.

We do it all the time.

Yeah, for free.

Hey, you kids!

Where are you going, Horton?

Oh, some kids are sneaking in.

Never mind. They'll take care of it down there.

You get back to your post.

Move it, Horton.

He's gotta come here.

Relax, relax. He'll be all right.

McGARRETT: And he said his name was Gary?

Yeah, uh, Gary. Gary Phillips.

Lon Phillips' son.

We didn't believe him.

He must be in the stadium, Danno.

Have the gates closed, nobody in or out.

I want a complete search, section by section,

every squad on it. Let's go.

Boy, you sure made a mess.

Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me.

You'd, uh, better dry yourself off.

Oh, that... That's okay.

But you might catch cold.

No, no.

But... But thank you.

Thanks very much.

He's the man that hurt that lady, mister.

I know, Gary. I know.