All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S04E03 Wednesday, Ladies Free

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.