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It's not gonna be easy, Johnny,

but I'll try to explain it to him.

Well, all I need is a little more time.

A little more time is precisely what you have.

You understand the deadline.

Oh, yeah, you told me six days,

but I can wrap this thing up much faster than that.

That's what you told us before, Johnny.

But Johnny Oporta promised the syndicate a monopoly,

and I'll have it sewed up nice and tight.

You must forgive our impatience, Johnny.

But when there are millions at stake...

there's no margin for error.

Los Angeles, with a connecting flight to Detroit.

Confirmed all the way, sir.

Thank you.

You could be wealthy, Johnny.

Our number one man out here.

It's all up to you.

Yeah. I know that I'm the man for the job,

and you know that I'm the man for the job.

Of course.

But you got to make your point, Johnny.

Forcefully.

There aren't any more chances after this one.

This one's all I need.

You tell them they can count on me.

I know what to do now.

I'll tell 'em.

Good.

Expect to hear from you.

Excuse me, folks. Pardon me.

Another one?

Looks like. That'll make five.

Who is it this time?

Phil Hurley. Smalltime pimp

and, uh, all-around good fellow.

Who called it in?

I just happened to look out the window.

The whole thing didn't take but a minute.

That's my window over there.

The second floor.

Any other witnesses?

Maybe.

But nobody's jumping up to volunteer.

And you're sure it was Phil Hurley?

Yeah.

That seems to be the only thing you're sure of.

Look, it was crowded, you know?

Phil was hanging around, then he left.

Out the back door?

Yeah, he knew his way around here.

Or maybe he saw someone he didn't wanna see, huh?

I wouldn't know.

I bet you wouldn't.

In the last month...

four other guys in Phil Hurley's business

walked out of joints and were never heard of again.

Now, nobody saw anything then, either.

Is that right?

A guy runs out...

your back door, right into a trap,

he gets worked over...

then he's hauled off in a car.

Now, who set him up?

Who set him up?

You?

No.

No, listen.

Phil Hurley was a friend of mine.

He was a regular customer.

I told you all I know.

He was here. And then...

And then he was gone?

Yeah.

Was Phil Hurley a friend of yours too, honey?

Just an acquaintance.

Nobody to cry over.

Zero. Absolute zero.

Well, no description on the guys who grabbed him.

Mrs. Foster can't distinguish one... One model from...

Yes, sir. He's right here.

Steve... it's the governor. Wiki wiki.

McGARRETT: Governor?

Oh, hello, Steve.

I came straight over, sir.

Thanks. Just in time.

Let's go, Steve.

Hello, David. Welcome to Hawaii.

Governor.

Steve McGarrett, David Benson.

Assistant U.S. attorney general.

Mr. Benson.

I've heard a lot about you, Mr. McGarrett.

First of all, let me apologize

for these dramatic circumstances,

but we haven't much time.

Now, as you both know,

the department is very concerned

about the spread of organized crime.

In the last 24 hours, we have come into possession

of definite information that indicates that Hawaii

is the next major target of the organization.

Well, how do you figure they'll start?

Well, prostitution.

That always opens the door for the rest.

And everything comes in after it:

organized gambling... narcotics,

loan sharks, protection, the works.

Exactly.

You say the organization feels

the time is ripe for Hawaii.

Yes, precisely.

Honolulu is the crossroads of the Pacific.

The Waikiki District in particular.

A hundred square blocks.

Every year, a million and a half tourists

stream in and out.

A million and a half people.

That's bigger than the city of Houston.

Looks like I underestimated the ambitions of Johnny Oporta.

Then you know him?

Yeah, I know him.

Cheap hustler.

Been trying to claw his way to the top of the heap

in prostitution.

But up until now, we figured it was a local problem.

Not with the syndicate involved.

Once they move in with their money and muscle...

Yeah. Johnny convinced them he's got something to sell.

They'll put him in charge... if he can deliver.

Well, you've tied it all together, Mr. Benson.

Up until now, we figured it was an internal struggle.

But today... a fifth of Johnny Oporta's, uh

competitors disappeared.

He's playing for high stakes,

and he doesn't care who gets hurt.

Steve, we've got to stop them now

before this syndicate moves in.

Otherwise, it'll be too late.

How much time do we have?

Days at most.

Oporta has been given a deadline.

He has to deliver total control.

Now, I'm flying right back to Washington.

This is your territory, Mr. McGarrett.

We'll give you all the help we can,

but it's your problem.

I don't envy you.

What do you want, Johnny?

What do you mean, what do I want?

No "Hello, Johnny"? No "How goes it, bruddah"?

Still the same tough kid from Kalihi, huh, Peter?

No.

Listen, I thought we ought to have a little talk.

Hi, honey.

How are you?

Mmm.

Hey. Something wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

My buddy, Johnny.

Oh. Not again.

Yeah.

Mm.

But this is the last time.

I told him where to go.

Johnny and his fancy deals.

Who needs 'em?

Not us, baby.

I'll tell him you're here, sir.

Mr. Oporta?

Nice office.

And this is only the beginning, right, Johnny?

Yeah.

Could be.

Sure.

No telling how far hard work can take a man.

You know, that's what I always say.

Oh, is this a social visit?

No. No, Johnny. It's business.

Strictly business. Your business.

It's not going to work, Johnny.

Aw, come on, McGarrett.

I heard you been walking up and down the streets,

trying to pin all kinds of things on me.

It's finished, Johnny.

All pau.

Because from now on...

I'm squeezing you so hard that...

it's all gonna crack open.

And when it does...

you won't have anything or anybody to bet on.

Now, you can tell that to your friends on the mainland.

Stop by any time, McGarrett.

My door is always open.

Not for long.

Hey, what did he want?

McGarrett wanted me to start shaking,

but we don't scare that easy.

He's got nothing.

Yeah, unless we get moving,

we've got nothing too.

Peter Yano.

That's what I'm talking about.

I can't afford any holdouts, not now.

Especially not a friend who stands up

in front of everybody and thumbs his nose at me.

You know...

he's been setting a bad example.

Yeah.

So let's make my old buddy from Kalihi

into a good example.

A very good example.

So everyone will understand

exactly who is running things down here.

But this time it's...

It's gonna be a little different.

I want his body found.

Then it will be perfectly clear to anybody else who gets ideas.

You know, boys...

Yeah. Peter Yano's gonna be my clincher.

Hello?

Dad? Dad, phone for you.

Hello?

Uh, hold on.

Hang up the phone, Martha. It's business.

Okay.

Yeah?

Why? That's riskier. A lot riskier.

Well... it's gonna cost you.

Yeah, I can do it.

But it's gonna mean extra.

Okay, then.

Hey! Get away from that car.

How many times I gotta tell you?

Wait.

Let's talk.

No more talking, bruddah.

I'm not in Johnny's way.

He says you are.

Wait a minute.

No sense dumping the baby with the bath water.

Hold it, doc.

Was he alive when he went in the fire?

Not with a bullet hole in his chest.

Perfectly placed.

Third and fourth ribs.

Well, somebody sure is doing a good job

trying to get rid of the evidence.

Not good enough.

Okay to take him now?

Yeah. I want an ID, doc. And I want it fast.

Won't be easy.

Well, you're always telling us you're the best. Prove it.

I'm gonna need all the help I can get

with this one.

Steve?

This is Mr. Furtado.

Uh, Mr. McGarrett.

He was working the crane.

Uh, it was awful.

We just stoked up for the morning.

Started burning the first load.

Okay, tell me about the body.

I saw it just as I dropped the load,

and it started down into the furnace.

Another few minutes, and all that

would have been left was ashes.

That heats up to 1,800 degrees...

What did you do then, Mr. Furtado?

I gave the signal to shut down.

The emergency cutoff.

Who comes in and out of here?

Just... us.

The guys that work here.

There's a fence and a man on the gate.

And a watchman at night?

Yeah.

All right, what are the steps?

A truck pulls in here, then what?

Uh, the trucks all come up here and unload.

Uh, then I, uh, lift it.

I take it back there.

And the crane drops it.

When we get the signal from down below

that they're stoked up,

the trap operator pushes the button

and lets the load fall down into the furnace.

That's when I saw the body.

Uh, Charlie, the guy that works up here,

he didn't see anything.

Not me, bruddah.

Brought here in one of those trucks.

And dumped.

Trace it back all the way, Danno.

I wanna know who was driving those trucks,

what their routes are, complete timetables,

so we can check it out with the autopsy report.

Phil Hurley?

Well... that's a one-in-five shot.

Unless...

Unless Johnny Oporta has added someone new to the list.

At least we know now...

how he's been getting rid of the bodies.

That's where the ashes come through, huh?

Yeah. Right through here.

How often they moved out?

Every day or so.

Truck it out, scatter it out.

Takes care of past evidence.

What's that?

Oh, this? Stuff that don't melt.

Pieces of metal.

Keeps the filter clean.

We sell this stuff.

Keep us in coffee money.

But there ain't much

that don't turn to ashes down there, bruddah.

Steve, positive ID on the body.

What have you got, doc?

Positive make.

Peter Yano. Dental work.

They made a bridge for him two years ago

at Oahu State Prison.

Smalltime pimp. Hard case.

Independent.

Yeah. Too independent for Johnny Oporta.

If Johnny is pushing to close his deal right now,

he's got to keep everybody in line...

put on a show of power,

but maybe, just maybe,

he made the mistake we've been waiting for.

If we can tie him in to it.

Kono, that's what I want:

anything connecting Johnny Oporta and Peter Yano.

Right. Where will you be?

With Peter Yano's girl.

So, what are you gonna do about it?

Well, we're investigating right now.

Every angle, every possibility.

Angles?

Heh. It's a straight line, McGarrett.

I know it. You know it. Everybody knows it.

Knows what, Sally?

You're acting like it's a big mystery.

You're telling me Peter's dead,

and we both know Johnny Oporta's the reason why.

Not good enough for a jury.

Have you ever seen Johnny,

or heard Johnny or his hoods threaten Peter?

No!

But he's told me about it.

They came around yesterday to close him out.

Isn't that good enough for you?

Uh-uh. Hearsay evidence. No judge will admit it.

Oh, angles. Legal angles.

You're so good at that, aren't you?

And Johnny's so good at playing that!

And pretty soon you'll just explain it all away.

I guess Peter shot himself and jumped into that furnace.

I'll tell you something.

If Johnny did it, he's not gonna get away with it.

You talk so big, McGarrett.

So big.

But what are you gonna do is what I wanna know!

Claudette...

did you put the call through to Detroit?

Well, how long is it gonna take?

Okay, just buzz me.

The man will be glad to hear the news.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know what we got ourselves here, fellas?

A tropical paradise.

That's what they come for, isn't it?

Suckers, huh?

Yeah?

Well, put him on.

Hello.

Johnny Oporta here.

Right. Heh.

Yeah.

Listen, I just thought you might wanna hear the good news.

Well, it's all set.

Now.

Yeah. It's all wrapped

and waiting for you to pick it up.

Well, thank you.

Sure.

Good.

Yeah.

I'll be looking forward to seeing you...

Larry.

Yeah.

McGARRETT: Peter Yano. Not much to show, is there?

This everything?

Except... Yano always carried a bankroll.

Paper money would have burned.

But, uh, not his platinum money clip.

And it wouldn't have melted either.

Che Fong says that lead and silver

melts below 1,800 degrees.

But not platinum.

Did you check with that guy

who fishes for scrap?

The spooner? Yeah. He didn't find it.

Maybe because that platinum clip

never got to the incinerator.

Hm?

All right, circulate a description of the clip.

McGARRETT: Got something, Danno?

Blank. As far as we can find out,

all the men working at the incinerator

are on the up-and-up.

Uh, no expensive habits, uh, no hidden bank accounts,

no girlfriends or fancy cars.

Including the crane operator, Furtado?

Yeah. He, uh, lives out at, uh,

Wahiawa in a small house.

Married about, uh, 13 years. Has a boy, 12.

Why him, Steve?

'Cause he's the man on the switch.

Up there, he's got the best seat in the house.

I mean, you've, uh...

You've been in Johnny's stable a long time.

You know these guys. You hear things.

Things like that, I don't wanna hear.

Let me give you some advice, honey.

You don't wanna know either.

What the guys do, well, they do between 'em.

We get in the middle, we get hurt.

But do you think Johnny

had something to do with this...? I'm not paid to think.

And neither are you.

Okay. Listen, thanks anyway.

Hey. Sorry about Peter.

Take care of yourself.

This is Vicky. It's important.

Johnny?

No, no, no, no, no. I understand, sweetheart.

No, you did the right thing.

Right.

By the way, you just made yourself 50 bucks.

Mm-hm. Bye.

It's that Hodges dame again. She's all over town!

She's got a big mouth, just like her boyfriend.

If she's so curious about it,

maybe we ought to shoot her... No.

We leave her alone.

She won't come up with anything.

If we even squeeze her,

that's what McGarrett's looking for.

But what if the broad...?

No! We don't touch!

Actually, we don't have to.

The game is over...

and we have won.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Hey, wait a minute.

No. I'm in a hurry.

Hey, look, Sally...

I know what you're thinking.

That I killed Peter, right?

Look, suppose I told you it wasn't so.

You wouldn't believe me, would you?

No, Johnny. I wouldn't believe you.

That's enough. Right there.

I don't blame you.

That's what everybody thinks.

I know different, Sally.

You talk and twist,

and you just think you can get out of anything.

Don't you, Johnny?

I know the names.

I can deliver the guys who did it.

Of course you can! They work for you!

It's no good this way.

Honey, I can give you what you want.

Oh, Johnny, I've got what I want.

Right here I've got what I want.

Yeah, but... Listen. If you... No.

Gonna kill you!

No!

Hello.

Ray. It's Johnny.

You and Ozzie get over to my house right away.

Never mind why. Just get there.

Hurry up.

Hello.

Yeah, listen.

We've got something to talk about.

Don't give me that.

I've gotta see you about something.

You be there, the usual place.

I'm warning you.

Okay.

I... I-I found it.

I found it.

I found it.

Hey, Johnny.

How's it going tonight?

Terrific.

Let me have the key. Yes, sir.

Checking up on your investment, huh?

You might say that.

Good night.

All right, I'm here.

What do you want?

What do you think?

No. I told you last time.

When you set up that special deal,

that was it.

You promised me there wouldn't be any more.

Well, you got paid...

just like you always do.

Plus, I remember, extra.

I mean, that's what you asked for,

and that's what you got, Furtado. Extra.

Hey, look... Johnny.

You don't understand.

After the last time, my telling the cops,

calling attention to the incinerator like that...

I can't do it again.

I can't afford it.

Sure you can.

Fair is fair.

No, you got a point.

There's more risk this time.

So there's more in it for you:

7,500 bucks.

Take it.

Come on.

No, no, no. I don't want it.

I got enough.

There's no such thing as enough.

That's the beauty of it.

Nobody would ever figure us

using the incinerator again.

That's why we can't go wrong, huh?

You listen.

Now, I'm carrying a shipment.

We've gotta dump it.

I don't want any traces left. That means you go back to work!

Sure, that's easy for you to say.

A lot of things are easy for me.

Now you listen good.

Somebody could wind up tripping over you

or a loved one's body in a cane field...

or you could do this little favor for me.

Last time now, for sure. I know it.

For your old buddy.

For Johnny.

Ah, whatever you go out and do,

I'm the man that's supposed to clean up the mess.

You know why?

Huh?

Because you got a sure-fire method.

And you know what the funny thing is?

It was an accident.

A real accident.

Anybody else but me, all they'd have to do

is call the police.

Self-defense.

Can you imagine McGarrett believing that?

Hm?

Hey.

All right, Johnny.

Who is it?

I just had a feeling that...

you'd be interested.

Sally Hodges. She's out gunning for Johnny Oporta.

Foolish. Tsk.

Foolish.

She's no match for him.

Chin, get out a detailed description,

everything you can get. APB.

Come on, Danno. Where are we going?

To see a snake.

I'm touched. Really touched.

And I appreciate your concern for me,

but I'm just fine.

And you haven't seen or heard from Sally Hodges?

No, not a peep.

It's been a long time since I've bumped into her.

As a matter of fact, if I were to see her right now...

I doubt that I would recognize her.

She wasn't my type, anyway.

She thought a lot about you, Johnny...

lately.

Oh.

"Mr. McGarrett, I've got a gun,

"and I'm going to see Johnny Oporta.

"Everybody knows the truth about what happened to Peter,

"but nobody will do anything about it, so I'm going to.

"If I don't come back,

this will tell you where to look."

Well, this girl has a way with words.

You don't seem worried.

Why should I be?

After all... I have faith in the police.

With guys like you around to protect me...

I don't have a thing to worry.

Heh-heh. A word of advice, Johnny.

If Sally Hodges doesn't turn up very soon...

feeling fine, I'd start worrying... a lot.

A crank letter doesn't prove anything, McGarrett.

Not by itself.

Now, hang loose, Johnny, while you can.

Fine.

He's a cool one.

Too cool.

She's dead, Danno. Otherwise...

Johnny would be sweating.

He's taking big chances.

He's gambling for big stakes, a syndicate deal.

A girl comes at you with a gun.

No choice, you call a play.

Then you've got a body on your hands.

Pressure from Detroit, pressure from the police.

So what do you do? You get rid of the body.

Johnny got rid of the body.

Huh-huh. Would he risk it?

I think he would, I think he did.

And by now, nothing but ashes.

I-I don't know. Maybe three, four loads already.

We've been rolling since early this morning.

And all that's left is ashes?

Left of what? I... I don't understand.

Since your shift began,

you haven't seen anything out of the ordinary?

No, uh, nothing.

Steve! The APB we put out on Sally Hodges.

I thought you might like to see it.

Interesting.

How you doing, bruddah?

Shaka!

What do you figure that stuff would bring?

About 5 bucks.

Sold.

Thanks ever.

It's not going to be easy.

Well, this might help.

Sally Hodges had an automobile accident

three years ago.

Multiple fracture to the left forearm.

It's been pinned.

Surgical pins.

Solid steel.

Yes?

Mrs. Furtado?

Williams, Five-0.

We've got a search warrant.

Nothing.

Let's try the next one.

Top to bottom.

Same here.

All right, let's try out back:

the yard and the garage.

Hey, it's a little early, Johnny.

This is one meeting I don't wanna be late for.

Did you check the airport?

Two times, Johnny. Plane's right on time.

Been a long time in coming, boys.

Today is our day.

Well... it's our last chance, Che.

Anything yet?

All that's left is the car.

What have you found?

It's money.

Yes, ma'am. Lots of it.

McGarrett.

Steve. You know that old car of Furtado's?

It turns out it's valuable. Oh?

It's worth $27,500 in small bills.

Nice work, Danno. Nice work.

Steve.

That's my corpus delicti, Che.

Would you come down, please?

You wanted to see me?

Uh, got some more questions?

Just one.

How many?

How many what?

How many bodies

have you taken care of for Johnny Oporta?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about Peter Yano.

He was a special one, wasn't he?

Johnny wanted his body messed up,

but, uh... he wanted it found

as a warning to everyone else.

You don't seem to remember him.

How about Sally Hodges?

She was an easy one.

Risky... but easy.

Except we found a way to trace it back.

I'm talking about $27,500 in small bills

under the back seat of the car

in your garage.

Listen, uh... I didn't...

Freeze. Freeze!

There he is.

Welcome to Hawaii.

McGARRETT: Not quite.

Is he with you?

No, he's with me.

Murder one. Seven counts.

You've got nothing, McGarrett.

Well, I've got you, Johnny...

with a lock on it.

Book him, Danno.

That plane leaves in 15 minutes.

You've got your ticket.

Be on it.

And tell your friends in Detroit

the deal is off... permanently.