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McGarrett.

Morning, Steve.

Did you get the key I sent you?

Yeah, I just got it.

Who is this?

Funny you should ask.

I'm an anonymous caller.

Got your tape recorder going yet?

Yeah.

Curious how I got your private number?

Yeah. How did you get it?

I was in your office and copied it down.

No big thing. Easy.

Anyhow, why I called is to find out

if you know what that key fits.

No, I don't. You want to tell me?

I'm a sport,

but you're such a big detective,

I want you to dazzle me

with your brilliant powers of deduction.

I want you to figure out

whose door the magic key fits.

Why is that?

Because I'm gonna kill him.

Listen, while I got you on the phone,

call Eddie at The Advertiser

and tell him to read you Mona's letter.

That's about it, Steve.

So long. See you around.

Eddie Sherman, please.

Eddie Sherman. What's your problem?

Eddie, McGarrett. I got a question.

Go.

Did you get a letter yesterday or today

from someone signed "Mona"?

Yeah, it came this morning. How did you know?

Read it to me, will you?

Hold on while I dig it out of this mess.

Oh, here it is. It's typed.

"Dear Eddie, when the dummy calls

"and asks about the letter,

"tell him to look in his middle desk drawer.

"Some really hot news will be in my next letter.

Signed, Mona." That's it.

That make any sense to you, Steve?

No, not yet, Eddie, but, uh, do me a favor, will you?

I know. No print.

Yeah, that's right. Thanks, Eddie.

Glad you didn't spoil the fingerprints on the cover.

Photos will begin arriving soon. Have fun, hotshot.

Fifty-one hours.

Morning, Danno.

Morning, Steve.

Say, look at this.

Found it on my dashboard this morning.

Where do you keep your car?

My carport. Locked?

Always.

And this was inside?

Right.

McGARRETT: Looks familiar, but I can't place it.

I know. I can't either.

McGARRETT: "Rest in peace."

What do you make of it, Steve?

I got this key in the mail this morning

and this phone call.

Such a big detective,

I want you to dazzle me

with your brilliant powers of deduction.

I want you to figure out

whose door the magic key fits.

McGARRETT: Why is that?

Because I'm gonna kill him.

Anyhow, why I called

is to find out if you know what that key fits.

Can't place the voice.

Yeah, well, I have a feeling we better.

Steve, you don't think

this could just be a crank call, do you?

Oh, how many cranks could walk in here

and plant that book in my desk?

No, Danno. No, this is no crank.

Then I better get that photo album over to the lab.

No, you get on the key. It's got a serial number on it.

Find out the wholesaler jobber,

and then find out who bought the blank.

McGARRETT: What's the matter, Kono? You look shook.

Some banana got into my kitchen last night

while I was sleeping, boss.

Left this in my refrigerator on a six-pack.

That could shake you up

if you are sensitive or something, bruddah.

Another piece of the puzzle.

"McGarrett, false lead.

"Don't try the key in Kono's door,

"brilliant leader.

"It doesn't fit. Signed, Mona.

P.S., there's a fat clue in here somewhere, Steve."

What's the gag?

What gag?

Well, that picture of my garage.

Your garage?

Yeah.

Kono, get on the phone. Call Chin's wife.

Tell her not to go near that garage.

Danno, get on that key. Chin, let's go.

Easy, Chin. Easy.

Could be a bomb or a gun rigged behind the door.

Get over behind the wall. I'll open it.

Go ahead. Move.

Anything look unusual or moved, Chin?

No, nothing.

Well, we better have a lab crew go over it

foot by foot anyway just to be safe.

I'll go tell my wife everything's okay.

I'll send her to her sister's

till the lab gets through here.

False clue, stupid.

That punk sent a letter to my wife.

Scared her half out of her head.

Signed Mona.

Maybe you better stay with your wife a while, Chin.

No.

She's a cop's wife, a good wife.

She'll be all right.

But why does she have to be all right?

Why does she have to live with threats?

That's not the way we're gonna get him, Chin.

We're gonna outsmart him.

Are you sure you don't want to stay with her,

maybe take her over to her sister's?

No.

No, I-I just want to get hold of that maniac.

Mr. Kamani?

Hm?

My name is Kono. I'm with Hawaii Five-0.

Have you ever seen this before?

Seen hundreds like that. I sell them.

Sixty-nine cents a piece. On sale.

Only one we care about is this one.

We found your fingerprints on it.

Probably find my fingerprints on all of them, bruddah.

I don't wear no gloves.

Can you remember who you sold this to?

Anybody particular in the past couple weeks?

Only one customer.

Bought six.

Can you describe him?

It wasn't no "him." It was a lady.

Well, what did she look like?

Local. About 250 pounds.

Fifty years old.

Black hair. Sharp like a guy's.

She said she was gonna paint hula girls on the covers

and hustle them to tourists.

Okay, let's run it once, see what we've got.

Two possible suspects.

George Kamani and an old Hawaiian lady

who bought six albums to hustle to tourists.

Kamani checks out clean.

Never even had a ticket for over parking.

What about the typewriter

or the paper the notes were written on, Danno?

The, uh, paper's common stock.

You can buy a package for 30 cents

at nearly a thousand stores,

including grocery stores.

Typewriter is old, uh, needs cleaning.

We can identify it from the letter "s,"

which is bent and chipped.

Anything else we can call a real piece of evidence?

That's my private line.

It might be our boy again.

Put a trace on it. I'll hold him as long as I can.

McGarrett.

Guess who, Steve.

You ought to be detective enough to figure that out.

Listen, seriously, I saw you get to Chin Ho's place.

You really made it out there in great time.

Thanks.

So how are you doing so far, Sherlock?

How close do you think you are to nailing me?

Oh, you'll know that when I put my hand on your shoulder.

Wise up, McGarrett.

You're acting like you're playing with an amateur.

Do you really think I don't know you have somebody

putting a tracer on this call?

Save yourself the trouble.

By the time you get a car to where I am,

I'll be long gone.

You don't have the time to waste.

I'm gonna kill the guy in the next 48 hours,

and that doesn't give you much time.

Are you ready to tell me who the target is?

Maybe. Could be Danny.

Have you checked the trunk of his car lately?

Danno, where's your car?

Down front. Let's go.

We got a trace to a phone booth.

We got a car moving on it.

Get a lab crew out there.

Maybe we can pick up a print.

Could be dozens, Steve.

All we need is one.

The Iolani Palace is a must-stop

on every tour for the 65,000 tourists

that move in and out of Honolulu every month.

No sign of any wiring.

None here, either.

Driver, move that bus.

All right, ease the key in, but be careful.

You stink worse, dummy.

"McGarrett, it's not Danny.

"Who's left?

"Get clever, stupid. You're the great cop.

"Solve this. You have the key.

"Signed, Mona.

P.S., it could be you, Steve-o of Five-0."

Boss. Yeah?

That phone booth was empty when H.P.D. arrived.

They sealed it off.

Lab crew is lifting fingerprints off the phone now.

Good. Stay on top of it.

Right.

Uh, that was S and L. Jobber's for you, Danny.

Blank key was sold to Joe's Key Shop.

That's the address.

Get out there, Danno. Take Chin's car.

We'll send yours to the cleaner.

You only had one call.

Eddie Sherman from The Advertiser.

Wants you to call him wiki-wiki.

Okay, what's on the schedule for the rest of the day?

You have a luncheon to attend in four minutes.

With whom? The State Kamehameha Commission.

Full details on the parade to be discussed.

In case you've forgotten, it's the day after tomorrow.

What else?

Two o'clock this afternoon,

you're to meet with the State Senate Appropriations Committee

Next year's budget of Five-0 is the subject.

Well, I can't miss that.

Remind me at ten minutes to 2.

You're clear for the rest of the day.

Kono, get Chin and come in, please.

Jenny, get ahold of Dr. Kamekona.

Ask him to stop by, steal some time.

Tell him I need him and need him quickly.

Chin, cover that Chamber of Commerce luncheon for me.

Now, the parade route they propose is okay.

Milt Yoshida will ask that the governor attend

the grand opening of his new building.

You can approve that.

Nix anything else.

Take a sandwich along, man.

They're serving aspic and tuna croquettes.

How do you know?

I covered it last year, and I starved.

Kono, hold it.

Eddie Sherman, please.

Get a hold of Che and see if he picked up

any prints at that booth.

Right.

Eddie Sherman.

Eddie, McGarrett. What do you got?

Got another note from Mona.

A real weirdo for you. Now dig this.

"That dummy has a key to the door

"of a man I'm going to kill

"and can't find the door.

"Call McGarrett and ask him if you don't believe me,

"and tell the dummy to trust Mona.

Mona never cons." It's signed Mona. Unquote.

That the straight stuff, Steve?

I'll ask the questions, Eddie.

Yeah, I got a key, and I don't know what it fits.

Excuse me.

I'm Dan Williams, Hawaii Five-0.

Glad to meet you. I'm Joe.

Joe, do you, uh, work this shop alone?

When I'm not here, it's closed.

We're trying to track down a key

that, uh, figures in a case.

A jobber told us the blank for it was sold to you.

Have you got it with you?

This is it.

Sure, I made this key.

It has my punch mark on it.

I made two duplicates of the original.

When was that?

Do you remember?

Oh, about ten days ago.

Do you know who ordered them?

The fellow, he didn't mention his name.

Brought the keys and had copies made.

You didn't know who he was?

No. Never came here before or since.

Was anybody else here at the same time

who could give me a description of him?

Nobody else was here,

but I can give you part of the description.

Like, for instance, he had strong hands.

You mean like a laborer's?

No, but not soft like a guy who works in an office.

He was a little taller than you are.

His voice came from about here.

He's right-handed. That's a guess.

He gave me the keys and paid me

with his right hand.

Thanks, Joe. You've been an awful lot of help.

This is my card.

If I can be any more help, call me.

Thanks, Joe.

That's okay.

Boss? One moment please.

This is the Senate Appropriations Committee.

They finished early on the morning session.

They'd like you to offer your statement now.

What about Dr. Kamekona?

Well, he'll be by about 1:30.

Tell the senators I'm on my way.

Mr. McGarrett is on his way now, sir.

Oh, yes, sir, he knows the meeting's in Room 113.

Hello.

Is this you, Steve-o?

Yeah, this is McGarrett.

Tell me something, great detective.

Have you looked at your handkerchief today?

No. Why?

Why don't you? I'll wait.

Ha, ha. Nothing, right?

All right, now what does that tell you?

You don't know?

I'll tell you.

You're like a puppet on a string, Steve.

I can make you go into that room.

I can make you reach into your own pocket.

I can do anything I want with you.

Do you know why?

Because you can't find me,

and you don't have the first idea

how to start to find me.

You know what that means, McGarrett?

That means you're a lousy cop.

I see. What else?

Now go back to your office.

I may decide to call you there

and give you a clue.

Gentlemen, Danno, come on.

I just got the latest word from our boy.

He knew I was to address

the Senate Appropriations Committee.

So he faked a call that got me down there during recess,

then he called me there.

That's what you call chutzpah.

How'd you do at the key shop?

Settled one thing.

Why Mona's name is signed to all those letters.

Joe's Key Shop is run by a blind man.

He gave me his card when I left.

Check the name.

McGARRETT: Joe Mona, proprietor.

This is no ordinary crank.

I'm convinced he does intend

to make an attempt on someone's life.

I'm just as convinced there's no way

you're gonna to frighten him off.

You're just gonna have to take him.

Now, there's no hint as to who the victim is going to be.

But there is one factor that makes it curious.

He says Steve is not the victim,

and yet at the same time,

he makes every reference to Steve a chop.

Calls him stupid, dummy,

calls him a lousy, ineffective cop.

No one else, just Steve.

I don't know what that means,

but it opens the possibility

that Steve and the intended victim

are tied together some way.

What about all them leads, doc? They mean anything?

Well, if you read the messages and notes carefully,

you'll find he never once names a victim.

He makes statements that lead you to believe

someone might be the victim.

He thinks he's really clever, and he is.

But how he proves to himself how really clever he is

is by telling you the truth

and outfoxing you.

Hm. If he says Joe Doaks is the victim,

Joe Doaks is the victim.

So where does that leave us, doc?

With a key to a door we can't find,

and what, uh, 39 hours to stop the killing?

I knew you were too stupid

to figure out where the key fits,

so I decided to give you a little help.

Do you think you're bright enough

to follow the little red trail?

If you can, then you'll know who I'm gonna kill.

Good morning. What's all this?

Mr. McGarrett's orders, sir.

All right, Steve, let's have it.

What's going on?

Yesterday I started getting threats

against somebody's life.

We didn't know who it was, not until this morning.

Mine.

Yes, sir.

You know, that paint out there...

Do you have any idea who my, uh, friend is?

None.

But from the evidence we have at hand,

he set a clock for us.

Time runs out at 6 p.m. tomorrow.

Then all we can do is take the normal precautions.

Sir, tomorrow is Kamehameha Day.

Your schedule has already appeared in the press.

It's your most public day of the year.

You've got a parade to review, dedication of a building.

Greeting officials who have come in

from out of town for the celebration,

a luncheon to attend to,

and at least half a dozen other public appearances,

and all the routes you're gonna cover

have already been announced.

He picked a perfect day, didn't he? Heh.

If I had another thousand men

and a month longer to prepare,

I couldn't begin to cover you for that parade.

Well, you're just going to have to do the best you can.

Sir, I don't think you understand.

I can't give you the protection

the situation demands, no way.

Every man in public life today knows he can be killed

if someone really wants to kill him.

Except I don't think you understand.

This is no ordinary threat.

This man has access to your office, to mine,

to this building, Chin Ho's home,

Danny's home, Kono's home.

Now, he's proven it. He's been there.

I understand your concern, Steve.

I... I share it.

It's my life that's being threatened.

And I don't have a hero complex

or any feeling of immortality,

but I'm the governor of the State of Hawaii, Steve.

And Five-0 is responsible for your safety.

Therefore, I have no alternative

but to ask you to please

go to your home on a big island where we can protect you

until this situation is cleared up.

I can't do that.

Well, the lieutenant governor can act in your stead.

Yes, he can.

And then what do we do

the next time there's a threat?

Now, the kitchen is hot, Steve,

but that heat comes with the job now.

It's built in.

I don't like it, but I took the job,

heat and all.

I asked for it.

What good is a dead governor, sir?

What good is a governor who concedes to threats?

All it would take to run me out of my office

is a note threatening my life.

Government can't function under those conditions.

There's no pleasure in the risk, Steve,

but I know my job.

Sir, then you'll have to do one of two things.

Either you place yourself entirely in my hands

until this is resolved, or I'll have to... Steve.

I won't accept your resignation.

I suppose that means I'm in your hands.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to ask H.P.D.

to put two men at your door, at the office,

and at the residence, Washington Place.

Now, one of my people will be with you 24 hours a day,

so I'll have to ask you

to postpone any confidential conversations

because my man will be under strict orders

not to leave you under any circumstances.

It would help if you could conduct as much

of your official business as possible by phone.

I'm in your hands.

Kono, Chin, Danno, come on in.

He's after the governor.

Anybody turn up anything?

Nothing.

Somebody said he thought Louis Apua

brought in a hit man from Tokyo to square a beef.

H.P.D. is checking that.

A pro hit man ain't about to tell us

he's gonna do it.

All right, now that we know our man

intends to kill the governor,

does that trigger anything with anybody?

It only proves that Doc Kamekona was right

when he said that he thought

you and the victim were connected somewhere.

That's what bothers me. What George said.

Now that we know the governor is the target, heh,

we don't know why. Nothing in the letters say why.

But how many times have we had threat letters

in cases where the man or woman who wrote them

didn't jump onto a soapbox

to explain why the victim should be killed?

They always do in some way.

Maybe those letters are telling us why,

and we're just not seeing it.

It must have been invisible ink.

We've been over those letters a hundred times already.

Wait a minute, Kono.

Keep going, Danno.

There's only one consistent thing,

one thing in each letter, in each phone call.

It's you, Steve.

The, uh, slams, the name-calling.

And each note either came directly to you,

or went through somebody who would have to lay it on you.

That's right. That's right. Keep going, Danno.

What would you do if, uh... If you put yourself

in somebody's place who wanted to hurt you,

I mean, really put you through torture?

What would you do?

In that place, I wouldn't kill you.

It's too easy, too fast.

But what happens to you if I kill the governor?

Yeah.

Yeah, a lot of things go down the drain.

Five-0's reputation, mine.

Because you were personally responsible

for the governor's safety.

The governor fits as the victim two ways then.

One: he hired you.

Two: he's the only victim our man could hit

that would wash you out.

Kono, give H.P.D. that list of people

who have threatened the governor.

Tell them to check them all out, pick up any who look likely.

What about the list on you, Steve?

Check them too.

Danno, get over to the governor's office.

Stay with him.

If he gets any packages,

I want them x-rayed before they're opened

and I want you to open them.

If he's in the office, I want you with him.

Don't leave him for a second.

We'll have H.P.D. take over

when we get him back to the residence tonight.

McGarrett.

Well, McGarrett.

You think you can foul me up

by holding the story back from the press?

There's no way.

I can send them all the story.

I'm gonna be in the evening papers

and all over the TV news tonight.

How do you like that, hotshot?

I don't.

Well, that's tragic.

But people have the right to know the news,

and just because you're screwing up

is no reason to hold out on them, is it?

When the governor drops,

everybody should know how bad you blew it. Right?

Right. What are you hung up on?

Dumbness.

But you're smart.

I know you've got an automatic trace going

on any calls on this line, Steve.

You're not going to stall me

until a blue-and-white gets here.

Well, I was trying to let you down easy.

Because you're not so smart after all.

That's why I'm already apprehended, right?

Get off it, dummy.

You'll never find me unless I want to be found.

I'm gonna tell you why, Steve.

You've got two bad habits.

You think you got brains. That's one.

And second... Forget it. It wouldn't help.

No, no, tell me, or are you worried

that H.P.D. is moving in on you right now?

I'm not stupid. It's you that's stupid.

But that doesn't stop you, does it?

Stop me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol,

judging better men than you are.

I'm not stupid.

It's you that's stupid.

But that...

McGARRETT: Stop me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol,

judging better men than you are.

Playing judge, tin idol,

judging better men than you are.

McGARRETT: Stop me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol, judging better men...

McGARRETT: Me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol, judging better...

McGARRETT: Stop me from what?

MONA Playing judge, tin idol.

Tin idol.

Tin idol.

Playing judge, tin idol.

Tin idol.

Tin idol.

Okay, come in.

Steve,

the notes were typed on this typewriter.

Stencils are here too.

Set up a stakeout.

Hey, Steve, look.

McGARRETT: There's no question

that the man we're after is Bill Cameron.

Since he didn't go back to his apartment last night,

we can only assume that he spotted us on stakeout,

or he had to take up his position

for the assassination attempt.

Our first move for us

is to go over every inch of this palace.

Once this area is cleared,

Danny will pick up the governor at the residence

and bring him here.

Now, I want a ring of six men around the governor

when he enters this building,

and I want every other man in position

at least a half an hour before he gets here.

What about the bulletproof glass screen, Chin?

Already up, Steve.

Very well.

We'll keep tight walkie-talkie communications.

Every man reports every 15 minutes.

Between times, we'll make random checks

of the various stations.

That way there's no pattern for Cameron to rely on.

Once this building is secured,

nobody comes or goes unless they're cleared.

We'll have men scattered through the crowd.

We'll have 7-foot-high sheets of bulletproof glass

to protect you when you review the parade.

I'd rather not have them,

uh, but you're the boss.

I'd also rather take care of my morning work

from my own office.

Well, we can come close to covering you here, sir.

It'd take us at least two days

just to check the state house.

Hm.

I don't even know who Cameron is.

He was an H.P.D. patrolman

brought before a review board on a citizen's complaint.

Roughing up a juvenile suspect, GTA.

The kid turned out to own the car.

The boy's father brought the complaint.

H.P.D. asked us to investigate. We did.

Turned up seven other instances

of brutal treatment of suspects

had never been reported.

A gambler, couple of prostitutes.

Little people who couldn't fight back.

I sit on the review board.

I recommended dismissal. He was.

And he doesn't think he should have been.

Therefore, he shoots me and ruins you.

Just out of curiosity, what, uh...?

What kind of a record did he have in other areas?

Was there a giveaway?

You could cut your finger

on the creases in his trousers.

Fifth in his class at the police academy.

First in marksmanship.

That's not a comforting thought.

It wasn't meant to be, sir.

I'll deal the cards straight up.

If Cameron gets a shot at you,

he'll hit you. There's no question about it.

That's why I have to insist

that you wear this bulletproof vest.

Now, please.

At long range, it can stop a bullet.

Closer range, it can slow it down enough

to make the difference.

Come on.

Check in, Station 5.

This is Tiger 5. Okay.

Check in, Station 11.

This is Apple 11. Okay.

Lieutenant Ishi, check in.

Nothing more than a couple of pickpockets out here, Chin.

No sign of Cameron.

Check in, Station 2.

This is Eagle 2. Okay.

Check in, Station 2.

This is Eagle 2. Okay.

Check in, Station 11.

This is Apple 11. Okay.

Check in, Station 5.

Tiger 5, okay.

Steve, Chin Ho just checked in. All posts are clear.

All right, we'll go out the front door this time, Danno.

Set up a six-man cordon for our move to the car.

We'll have to release two men from the landing to make six.

Have to risk it.

What route do want covered for the driver?

We'll put six bikes out in front of the car.

We'll pick our own route as we go.

Kono?

Ready to roll, boss.

Check in, Station 5.

This is Tiger 5. Okay.

We're released from our posts to front the governor

as soon as he reaches our post.

That's approved, Tiger 5.

Check in, Station 1.

This is Blue 1. Okay.

Check in, Station 2.

Eagle 2. Okay.

Clear and quiet, Mr. McGarrett.

Go.

Oh, McGarrett.

McGarrett?

I killed him, McGarrett.

You're done.

No. No, you didn't kill him.

Huh?

No. No, I didn't miss.

Heh. No, I didn't miss.

You're... You're lying. You're lying.

McGARRETT: You think so?

He's gonna live a long time.

How? How?

I... I hit him.

He wore a... He wore a vest?

Yeah, he wore a vest.

Oh, McGarrett.

No, McGarrett. Oh.

He's... H-He's dead, McGarrett.

He's dead.

I-If he's not... If he's not dead,

why did I do all this?

Yeah, why?

How bad is it, sir?

I'm all right. It's Kono.

Thanks, Steve.

Yes, sir.

How are you, Kono?

Some guys will do anything to get Kamehameha Day off.

Huh?

Okay, okay.