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Steve?

Another twist of the knife?

It's not that I wanna be here, Steve.

I gotta be here.

All right. Come on.

Steve.

Oh, it's all right. This is Jerry Rhodes.

He's a private investigator. He's all right.

Yes, sir.

Let's get one from the other side too, all right?

Who's number five?

Angela Waring.

Single, age 31.

She was a nurse at Queen's Hospital, children's ward.

She left the hospital last night at 7:30.

Time of death between 8 and 9.

As usual, the neighbors heard nothing, saw nothing.

No robbery, no signs of a struggle.

Doc says she was not sexually assaulted.

God.

Any prints? Nothing yet.

And no signs of breaking or entering.

Same m.o. as all the others.

Killer with a key?

Or they, uh, let him in.

Victim number four didn't.

She was killed in her sleep under 50 cc's of Demerol

given to her by a doctor, remember?

Pull in the psychos again?

Yeah, again. And check for people

in the cosmetics business.

A beautician, hairdresser,

somebody like that. Same as before.

Really weird, the way he make each one look the same.

Yeah, like a painted doll.

Or a hooker.

I'll see you, Steve.

McGARRETT: Jerry.

Jerry.

I saw what happened in there and I made a decision.

I don't want you around this one.

Hey, look, Steve... If you have to bleed,

bleed in private.

I-I don't wanna watch it.

Now, until this guy is caught, I don't want to see you anymore.

Now, wait, Steve. Come on, I'm involved.

Yeah, that's just the point. If you were on the force,

I wouldn't let you near this case and you know it.

So, what do you want me to do?

Go back to my office? Set up a divorce raid?

Maybe find a missing person? Your business, Jerry.

No, it's my business to find the psycho who killed my wife.

And if you find him, then what? Then you take over.

After you deliver the corpse? That's not what I said.

That's what you're thinking. Yes, it's what I'm thinking,

ever since he made my wife number three.

In my mind, I've killed him a thousand times.

In my mind.

Steve, I'm not stupid.

Killing him won't bring Mary back.

I know that.

I'd be throwing my life away.

That's something Mary would never want me to do.

I just want simple justice, Steve.

Okay?

Okay.

The lab report ready? Two minutes.

Anything? Nothing.

We've sifted through every psycho on the island.

Neighbors and tradesmen all check out.

Steve, on the boyfriend.

He's an intern at the hospital. He was on duty all last night.

He's clean.

And now, gentlemen, we turn to the question

of how does the killer get into the victims' homes.

Here we have exact duplicates

of the front-door locks of all five murder victims.

First, we'll take the simple idea of a passkey.

Now, see, it works for Lock B.

Can't possibly work for Lock C or E.

C is a Baxter police lock.

I believe that was your home, Jerry.

Yeah.

And E is a German lock.

Now, I'd say the odds of his having a passkey to that

are about a thousand-to-one.

But not impossible. Correct.

But if passkeys were the answer, he'd need one for both A and E.

A is made in Milwaukee, E in New York.

Two totally different tumbler systems.

I'd say the odds are getting higher, Steve.

Then we know two things about how the killer gets in.

One, that it's impossible. Two, that he does it.

What else, Che?

Our graphic boys came up with this composite.

All the victims rolled into one.

All right, run off a couple hundred of these.

Chin, you and Kono cover the prostitute angle.

Danno, contact H.P.D., detail as many men as you need.

Stake out the places where the women wear heavy paint.

Uh, nightclubs, nudie joints, pickup bars.

Supermarkets?

You got any better ideas?

Nope.

Bourbon on the rocks, Pete.

You got it, Mr. Rhodes.

Cops in today?

Yeah, with a picture of the blond

with a mole on her cheek.

Do I know any hustlers that look like that?

Naturally, you don't.

That's right, Mr. Rhodes, I don't.

Any new ones come in since I saw you last?

At the end of the bar. Her name's Sheila.

Sheila.

Send her over, Pete. Keep the change.

Mr. Rhodes, this is a 20.

It pays to deal with private businessmen.

You wanna play doubles?

How well do you play?

Try me.

Thanks, I go for blonds, dark eyes.

You got any friends?

With a teased hairdo, a mole on her cheek

and what's your badge number?

Hey.

Private, no sweat.

How come you know so much?

Word's out on the coconut wireless.

Every cop in town is looking for that chick.

Do you know her?

What do you care?

You'd be doing her a favor.

She's got money coming.

I work for insurance people.

I bet.

You don't believe much, do you?

Not much.

Well, I guess you saw through my lie.

Which one?

About going for blonds.

You, uh...?

You still wanna play doubles?

Sure.

Or she could be someone who died long ago.

She might even be a figment of the killer's imagination.

How do you peg this guy, doc?

Perfectionist, consistent,

homicidal brilliance.

I would say chances are he lives alone.

A single man without much use for women.

McGARRETT: Homosexual?

Possibly, but not necessarily.

We know he never assaults them.

He could be impotent

based on any number of things.

Possibly an experience of rejection.

Like a girlfriend?

Could be any woman in his life.

Mother, girlfriend, prostitute.

Whoever she was,

she sent him into a rage that triggered his psychosis.

But his attempts at revenge were blocked.

Consequently, he takes it out on other women,

kills them and remakes their identity.

Would you say that this rejection was recent?

I certainly hope so, Steve.

Why is that, doc?

It could mean that the woman

is probably alive.

Someone you could find.

And through her, the killer.

But if she's dead or imaginary,

then he'll go on killing other women in her place.

Again and again and again.

What have you got, Danno?

Cab driver named Tome Yoshiko.

Uh, fell out of our routine taxi checkup.

He's got information on number three, Jerry's wife.

You know Mary Rhodes?

Well, not knew her, really.

She was a fare, a stiff.

Nice lady, but lousy tipper.

I clocked 50 miles with her one afternoon,

and she tipped me a quarter.

A quarter.

But I'm sure sorry about what happened.

Why didn't you come forward sooner?

Because I was on the mainland for the past six months

and I didn't know she was killed.

When was the last time you saw Mrs. Rhodes?

Uh, back in April.

I picked her up outside a restaurant on Kalakaua.

You know, semi-stoned and arguing with this guy.

She got into my cab and asked me to drive her home.

But when we got there, wham, it hits her,

she forgot her purse in the restaurant.

And the keys were in it?

Right. So we turned around and go back.

Keys were still there?

The keys, yes, but not the guy.

Well, the guy, uh,

do you remember his name?

Oh, everybody knows him.

He's always in the papers.

He has a big kamaaina family on the island.

But also a lousy tipper.

Uh, Crenshaw, Raymond Crenshaw.

She's not one of my girls, Chin.

Come on. Who is she, Gloria?

You run a big string of girls.

Why, I run a legitimate escort business.

Men come to Honolulu, they want company,

so I provide it.

Ah, come on.

I'm Chin.

Ah, maybe it's time I call my lawyer.

Look, I'm not here on a bust this time.

Gloria, think of it this way.

This girl can lead us to the strangler.

Until we nail that psycho,

no woman in Honolulu is safe.

No woman.

Leave it with me.

I'll ask around.

It's not a house, but it's home.

You want bourbon, right?

Hey... Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, that's my stuff, you...

You creep.

Get out of here. Get out...

Vitamin shots?

I thought you're not the fuzz.

I'm not, but some of my best friends, baby.

Now, I got a feeling you know where the blond chick is,

so spill it.

What do you want her for?

And don't give me that insurance crock.

I'm looking for a guy. The blond chick knows him.

No, I won't tell you. Get lost.

No, you're the one who gets lost, baby.

One telephone call.

Her name's Cathy Fields.

Used to be Haines.

She's married to an Army officer.

Honey, what do you think of the stew?

It's your sister's recipe.

Pretty good. Needs salt.

Mmm. That's what I thought.

Here you are.

Thank you, honey.

Hey, wait, that's enough.

Okay.

Honey? Mm-hm?

Do you think we could paint

the baby's room this weekend?

Cathy, what's the big rush?

You got five months to go.

Oh, I know. Heh.

But yesterday, I was looking at some colors

and they really have some pretty ones.

Sunshine yellow, prism blue.

I guess yellow would be the safest, though.

You know, you could use it for either a girl or a boy.

I was thinking of going out on the boat

and taking in some fishing.

Oh, Hank, you know I can't go.

I get sick so easily now.

Tsk.

Okay, we paint.

Oh, good.

Ah.

Gotta get back to the base, honey.

Hank. Yeah?

Y-you're not mad at me, are you?

Mad? Why should I be mad? Oh, I don't know.

I just feel so big and sloppy,

and, heh, I can't do anything anymore.

Honey, the only thing I want from you

is for you to be a nice, pretty, pregnant lady.

Okay? Okay.

Oh.

Would you get that for me, honey?

Mm-hm.

Hello, Cathy.

Gloria. What are you doing here?

It's very important, Cathy. I wouldn't have come unless...

Who is it, honey?

Oh, uh... Uh, Hank, uh, this is Gloria Marshall.

We're old friends, we've got lots to talk about.

Girl stuff, uh, so I suggest that, uh, you get going fast.

Goodbye, honey. Mm. Bye.

Won't you come in?

Thanks.

Nice meeting you, Gloria. Bye, honey.

Bye.

Well, Cathy.

You have everything every one of us wants.

At least, we say we do.

Does he know?

No, he doesn't know anything.

What do you want, Gloria?

Well, the police came to see me today.

They showed me this.

Is that me?

It's a composite picture

of all the strangler's victims.

They think that's the girl

he's really after.

Why...? Why me? I...

I don't und... I don't understand.

The murders began

right after you left the business, Cathy.

Well, what do you want me to do?

For your own protection, go to the police.

No!

Tell them everything, Cathy. Your list, everything.

Do you realize what you're asking me?

Yes, I'm asking you to save your life

and maybe a lot of others.

Somewhere right now in this city,

there's a woman, maybe number six.

A woman who'll be dead in a couple of days or weeks,

unless you do something to help her.

I can't.

He's not a saint, Gloria.

We bicker, we fight, we...

We make up, we make love.

It's not a Garden of Eden.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because it's real.

Because when I go to sleep,

I know where I'm going to wake up.

And I'm not gonna take the chance

of losing that, Gloria.

Not for anybody.

Wax finish, ma'am?

No, just a wash.

Mr. Crenshaw? Yes?

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I'll be glad to answer them, Mr. McGarrett.

Well, maybe we'd better talk in private.

I have no secrets from my wife, Mr. McGarrett.

Go ahead.

Very well.

How well did you know Mrs. Rhodes?

We had an affair. Quite briefly.

Looking back on it, I must have been out of my mind.

No, Raymond. We had no marriage then.

Luckily, we were both willing to change.

Was Mrs. Rhodes as open

about this affair as you are?

You mean, did she tell her husband?

I doubt it. He was never home long enough to listen.

Kept away for days at a time.

He's a private detective.

Yes. Yes, I know.

One more question.

Where were you on April the 14th

between 9 and 10 at night?

We were at a party in Hilo.

Friend's wedding anniversary.

Hundreds of people saw us there and we stayed quite late.

Steve, what's the matter?

You held out on me and I don't like it.

I don't read you.

Oh, you read me.

And we're gonna talk about a guy

named Raymond Crenshaw.

And your wife.

So you know about Crenshaw and my wife.

Yeah, I know.

And not through any help of yours.

Well, it's not the kind of thing a man brags about.

No one's asking you to brag,

but you withheld vital information on this case.

To protect her.

It was my fault, staying away from home so much.

A woman gets lonely.

You can't expect them

to wait around forever.

What's this big act, Jerry?

If it was all over between you and Mary,

what's this obsession to find her killer?

That's just it.

It wasn't over.

Oh, sure, I knew it was going on. I knew all the signs.

I've seen them a hundred times in divorce cases.

Messages on the phone from people I never heard of,

watching Mary getting all dressed up and perfumed

to go out to lunch with the girls. You know.

You know, but you put it out of your mind.

And then one day you can't,

because it's staring you right in the face.

So we had it out that night, all night.

Tears, hollering, accusations.

By the time the sun came up, we were beat.

But we both knew there was a chance

we could make it again.

And that killer, that psycho,

he robbed me of my chance.

And that's why I've gotta find him.

I'll find him, Jerry.

I'll find him!

You're off the case.

No special privileges,

no police information, nothing.

And this time I mean it, buddy.

I'm your friend, Steve. You can't ace me out.

My friend?

Listen, friend, you conned me once,

you don't con me twice.

I know exactly what you want.

If I had any doubts about it, I don't have them anymore.

You wanna find this guy and you wanna kill him.

And I'm not gonna let you.

Hello? JERRY: Hello, Cathy.

Hey, I've been trying to get you.

Uh... Uh, who is this?

Uh, we haven't exactly met,

but, uh, I bet you've heard that more than once.

I-I-I'm afraid you have the wrong number.

Captain Henry Fields' house?

Not that I want to talk to the captain.

After all, what could I tell a man like that?

Except maybe a few things about his wife.

Who are you?

What do you want? What are you doing?

Doing?

Hey, I'm not doing anything, Cathy.

I'm only asking

for a little black book that belonged to Cathy Haines.

Names and addresses...

of, uh, gentlemen callers.

No, no, uh, there is no black book.

I-I-I burned it a-a long time ago.

I don't buy it, baby.

Books like that are worth too much.

Sometimes they're sold, sometimes they're even...

given away.

But burn 'em?

Oh.

Never.

The way I heard it, you were really something, Cathy.

No, no.

And the way I heard it...

is the way your captain's gonna hear it.

No.

I... I-I-I gave it to someone.

Susan Watkins.

222 Kilani Avenue.

Apartment 15.

Now leave me alone.

Hello?

Is Herbert Saunders there?

No, he's not here. Uh, any messages?

Yeah, tell him Cathy's back.

Wants to talk to him about old times.

The number's 287-1299, you got that?

Yeah.

All right.

Mr. Tanaka's wire.

His answering service?

Yes, sir. May I help you?

Yeah, tell Mr., uh, Tanaka Cathy's back.

Wants to talk to him about old times.

The number's 287-1299.

Have you got that?

I'll give him the message. Thanks.

Hello?

Marty Wakeman? Yup.

Thought you'd like to know that Cathy's back.

Not interested and don't call me anymore.

McGARRETT: I want every particle of dust,

every piece of paper in her desk,

contents of her pocketbook, everything.

Then I wanna know everything about the girl.

Then get me the information on the other five

and a couple of gallons of coffee.

And don't make any plans for tonight or tomorrow,

because we're not gonna leave the office

till something breaks.

Tell Chin and the others.

I don't see Jerry around.

You better believe it.

Okay. Hello.

Who is this?

Who do you want?

Got a message on my answering service

from Cathy.

Is this Vic?

Who are you?

I'm her manager.

I make all her appointments.

Can I see her tonight?

Well, not tonight.

Please.

Ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry, that's all that's available.

Vic, it's 10:00 or nothing.

Where?

297 Wanema Street.

You got that?

297 Wanema Street.

I'll be there.

Good.

Victims A, B and E had charge accounts

in the same department store.

Victims, uh, B and F had bank accounts in the same bank,

but different branches.

Victims E and F bought gasoline

in the same station.

No record on, uh, where the others bought theirs.

Victims A, C and E

did their shopping at the same chain supermarket.

Three of them worked, two were housewives,

one was single and unemployed.

No churches, civic groups

or political organizations in common.

Yeah, but they had something else in common,

a key.

Borrowed, copied or stolen, but how, huh?

How?

Kono, start reading the files.

One by one, item by item.

Don't leave anything out.

"Victim A, Madeline Gold, age 32.

"Arrived in Hawaii at the age of 17

"with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Gold.

"Wallpaper business.

She attended the University of Hawai'i..."

"Victim B quit her job as a secretary

"at the Mid-Seas Construction Company,

"then married Lawrence Damico, post-office employee.

They had two children. Theresa, now 6, and John..."

"Victim D had a library card,

"took out at least three books a week.

"As a rule, non-fiction.

"Also likes ballet, concerts and plays,

always sat in the orchestra section..."

"At which time, Victim F parked her car in the building garage,

went up to her flat and was murdered."

That's it.

Steve, it's almost 7.

Yeah.

Coffee, Steve?

No, thanks, I'm up to here with coffee.

I must be getting punchy.

It looks like we're getting nowhere.

No, you're not getting punchy, brother.

No matter who throw the dice,

they come up losers all over the map.

No.

No, not exactly all over the map.

They come up here with more frequency

than anywhere else.

Danno, give it to me again for this area, huh?

Well, uh, A and C lived here.

E, F worked here,

and here, E, right at the hospital.

Uh, B had her hair done here at the hairdresser, same as A.

In other words, every one of the victims

had to be in this area sometime during each week.

Except D, who lived up here.

And where does she work?

Here.

Yeah.

She had to drive

right through this area every day.

All right, I wanna know everything about this quadrant.

Every shop, every business,

any place that a woman could conceivably go.

All right, gentlemen, let's get on it.

I'm gonna shower and change. Let's go.

"The Palm Garden Movie Theatre, the Hibiscus Hotel,

"Gregario's Drug Store, Post Office Substation Number 2,

"Hawaiian Rose Beauty Parlor,

"Frank's Car Wash and Filling Station,

Oahu Dry Cleaners..." Hold it, hold it.

Car wash?

Yeah, a car wash.

What about it?

Come on, I'll explain on the way.

All right, you're a killer in search of a victim,

what do you do?

I've got a name, I've got an address.

Yeah.

And I've got a key.

Six months? Oh, you've gotta be kidding.

You know, I'm lucky if I get one of these guys

to stay around one week.

Bums and winos, that's all I get.

They make a little money, you know,

and, uh, a couple bottles of muscatel

and it's goodbye, Charlie.

Hey, Joe. A little more muscle.

Come on, Frank, think.

There's got to be somebody

who's been here six months.

Just one guy. There has to be.

Yeah, there was one guy,

but he quit two years ago and moved to L.A.

I'm sorry, fellas.

Hey, wait.

Six months. Yeah, he makes it.

Um, but he's only a part-time worker.

Does that matter?

No, no. Who?

Uh, Vic Tanaka.

Some kind of mechanic, I think.

He works here Wednesday, our busy day.

Wednesday, we take ladies free.

He's in Bungalow A. We don't know if he's home.

All right, don't take any chances with this one.

Danny and I will hit the front,

you and Chin hit the back. Let's go.

Vic Tanaka.

Police, open up.

Clear.

McGARRETT: Key-making machinery.

This guy doesn't need a locksmith.

Yeah.

I want this place searched to the floorboards.

Steve, we got him.

Wigs, makeup, it's all here.

Yeah, here too.

Telephone number.

Name, "Cathy, 297 Wanema."

What are you doing here?

Don't you remember me, Cathy?

Vic.

Vic Tanaka.

Oh, of course I remember you, Vic.

You dyed your hair.

It was so pretty.

Like sunlight.

Oh, well, that... that...

That was a long time ago.

Why are you surprised to see me, Cathy?

I made a date with you last night.

I talked to your manager.

Manager?

We always didn't need someone

between us, Cathy.

I used to call you at home

and you let me come to see you.

Why did you stop letting me see you, Cathy?

I-I'm sorry if I hurt you, Vic.

Hurt me?

Yes, you hurt me.

But I found you, Cathy.

Now... the hurt will go away.

No.

Ah. Don't.

No.

No.

Ah.

No!

Ah.

No! No!

No!

No!

Ah! No!

Help me!

Tanaka.

No, no.

No. No.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right. It's all over.

It's all over, Mrs. Fields. No.

You're all right. It's okay. No.

It's okay. Here, come on. No.

There you go.

It's all right, Mrs. Fields. No.

It's all right. We got him.

We got him.

No. With this.

Y-you?

Yeah. No.

But don't worry.

No. Don't worry.

No one's ever gonna see this again.

Never. Oh.

Hold it.

Okay.

You get A for marksmanship, Jerry.

Three shots, three hits.

I had to do it, Steve.

He was trying to kill the girl.

How did you find him?

That's privileged information.

My own investigation.

All right, let me guess.

You found him here,

because you sent him here.

Me?

Hey, come on.

Then what was your phone number doing

written in his apartment over Cathy's name?

No, Jerry, you set him up

and then you shot him dead. To silence him.

Hey, now wait a minute. What are you talking about?

You killed your wife, Jerry.

The strangler killed the others,

but you killed Mary.

You studied the case histories

of the first two.

You got his m.o.

You figured that if you killed Mary the same way,

that we would chalk her up as victim number three.

And it almost worked, except for one thing.

The killer worked in a car wash.

That's where he got his victims' keys.

So?

Mary never drove.

Never learned.

No car, no driver's license.

No way to get to a car wash. No way.

She took taxis all over town.

You killed Mary, Jerry.

It just happened, Steve.

A day came and it happened.

It was nothing planned.

When I found out about Crenshaw, something blew inside me.

And the next thing I knew, I was choking her,

squeezing her neck.

And she was...

She was dead.

It was afterwards that I got the idea

to use the strangler's m.o., not before.

It was just an impulse, Steve.

Unpremeditated manslaughter.

Ten years.

Maybe three off with good behavior, huh?

What do you think?

Jerry?

Got your car?

No, Danno. No.

We'll be giving Jerry a lift.

Book him.

Murder one.