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Oahu State Prison.

Uh, Extension 213, please.

And, oh, operator, he may be down the hall

so keep ringing, will you?

It's important.

Station 6.

Hello? Hello?

Telephone repair, may I help you?

This is Warden Challis of Oahu State Prison.

I need a repairman out here right away.

I'm sorry. Who did you say?

Challis, Warden Challis.

We've got an emergency situation here,

and our lines are fouled.

I insist that you send some...

Okay, let him out.

Be seeing you.

Don't count on it.

He stashed his phone in that fire extinguisher.

He prepared a dummy head and hand out of papier-mâché,

left 'em in his bed.

That's the phone he rigged: crude, but it works,

and here's a picture of him.

Yeah. Lewis Avery Filer.

I knew it when I put him in here, warden.

It was only a matter of time.

He went out like those walls don't even exist.

It's humiliating. McGARRETT: Warden,

with this guy, that's par for the course.

Now, when he got his hand on this training manual,

it was all over.

I gave it to him.

Part of my rehabilitation program.

But you know what really hurts?

When I opened the prison safe this morning,

I found this.

Three thousand in that safe.

Why didn't he take it all?

Mr. Filer fancies himself an honest man.

He only takes what he needs,

but this IOU is no put-on.

He intends to pay you back.

With hot money,

except you won't be able to prove it.

Boss, the name Elmo Ziegler:

mean anything to you?

Ziegler? Ziegler?

Yeah, vaguely.

Goes back a long time, though. Why?

Well, about 20 years ago in Miami,

Ziegler had a pal named Grundy.

Well, who's Grundy? He was a cellmate of Filer's.

He had a picture of Ziegler.

Now that Filer's gone, so is the picture.

You mean that Filer swiped

a picture of Ziegler from his cellmate?

Yeah. Now, why would he do that?

Chin, get on the phone to Miami.

Tell 'em I want everything they've got

on Elmo Ziegler. Everything.

Steve, which of these do you want in the flyer?

All of them, Danno. They're all Filer.

We found the phone truck, Steve.

Look what's missing.

Quite a haul.

Yeah.

Lineman equipment, relays, handsets.

Wow.

With a list like this, a guy like Filer

could set up his own phone company.

He probably will.

You know, the way this was planned,

he could have busted out any time.

So why last night?

Why not last month or last week,

or, uh, tomorrow?

Hot off the wire, boss,

and a telephoto of Ziegler coming up in about five minutes.

Anything else?

From Miami? Sure, but I called the FBI.

They have a Ziegler file too.

Be here this afternoon.

Elmo Ziegler.

Troubleshooter, exceptionally high IQ,

good reputation in the business.

When the syndicate has a problem,

apparently, he solves it for them.

Oh.

Make that past tense.

Ziegler died two years ago.

Ah, Goro.

Nice of you to see me.

I'm not nice, mister...

Mr. Lewis, just curious.

And don't think I fell for that line of yours

about something for nothing.

Oh, I don't know.

It got me in here.

Excuse me.

You better start worrying

how you are going to get yourself out.

Because I know you from somewhere,

and the name is not Lewis.

Is, uh, this room bugged, do you think?

I gather you have something to hide.

Don't we all, Mr. Shibata?

Don't we all?

Oh, I do not mean your call girls,

or your numbers racket.

It is your new venture that is in trouble.

What venture?

You know how the police think.

Wouldn't it be a shame to take a nice, clean island like this,

and dirty it up with cocaine?

They think there is $4 million worth of the stuff

floating around out there on a fishing boat.

Goro, you try to land that stuff,

you are a... A sitting duck.

Get this guy in Miami Beach.

Where did you get this information?

Do you expect a payoff? Is that it?

Please, when I said something for nothing, I mean it.

I could not just sit still

and let you get geschwindelt.

That is all.

Hello?

Harry, this is Goro Shibata.

Goro, long time no see.

That's right, Harry, a very long time.

Tell me, where is Elmo Ziegler these days?

He's dead.

Uh-huh.

Did you see the body?

Well, not exactly.

He got, uh, racked up in this car crash, see?

So they wouldn't open the coffin.

Harry, I want you to level with me.

How dead is he?

Well, we have all the papers, see?

Uh, Elmo's legally dead. All right?

You have lost weight, Elmo.

A little older, a little grayer,

and without the moustache, but still the mastermind.

Legally dead, what a cover.

Where are the spats?

There was a monocle too, and a Homburg.

McGarrett is laying for you, Goro.

Be careful.

I can't help wondering...

Why does a man like Ziegler

risk blowing his cover to warn me about that?

Perhaps Mr. Ziegler felt he owed you a favor.

For my part, the business is closed.

Auf Wiedersehen.

There's a hole in this organization.

I intend to plug it up

with as many bodies as it takes.

Operator.

I want the marine service operator for Honolulu.

Just one minute, sir. The circuits are busy.

I have your call. Go ahead, sir.

This is the Starfish. How's the weather?

It could blow up,

and there's a possibility you've got a leaky hull.

So, uh, what do you advise?

Chart a new course for dry dock right away.

I think we can assume he'll use his face.

Let's see, it's dated 20 years ago.

All right, Danno, get a police artist,

have him redraw this picture.

Age the man 20 years.

And I'd like a couple of versions:

with and without the moustache,

with and without the goatee, and maybe a monocle.

And add them all to the flyer.

Wouldn't it be simpler to, uh, put out an APB on anybody?

Yeah, Jenny?

Hold it, Danno.

It's Filer. Put out a trace.

Yeah, Jenny. Put him on.

McGarrett.

Ah, there you are, McGarrett.

Tell me, have you got your tape going?

You better believe it.

What's the game this time, Filer?

Oh, I wouldn't think of telling you.

You'd much rather work it out for yourself,

but I will give you a hint.

Exactly 2.3 miles east

of Kaena Point on Route 93.

Have you got that?

Just where the blacktop begins.

Yeah. Go on.

I suggest you be there by 4:15 this afternoon.

Look for a red and white helicopter

coming in low under radar.

Uh, that would be roughly northeast.

Yeah, why should I do that?

Because you've kept this island

remarkably clean of hard stuff, McGarrett.

I'm sure you want it to stay that way.

Look, Filer, don't con me. Just get to the point.

The point is narcotics, a thoroughly rotten business.

I'm sure we agree on that.

Yeah, and that's about all.

Heh-heh, perhaps, but that's enough,

because it means you'll be there.

I know you, McGarrett.

You can't sit still and watch $4 million worth of cocaine

land on this island, now, can you?

Heh, heh. Well... aloha.

Steve, no luck on the trace.

Filer claims a large shipment of cocaine is due in.

He may be right. There's talk on the grapevine about that.

Four-fifteen, he said. Come on. Let's move.

Chin, Kono, come with me.

This is McGarrett, Five-0.

You're surrounded. Come out with your hands up.

Split.

Chin, Kono, get that car.

Just ease on out of here.

Cool it, man. You got us.

No trace of him, Steve.

No, of course not.

Okay, Filer, score one for you.

Where's the helicopter?

Nobody knows, boss.

Civil Air Patrol has an eye out,

Navy Reconnaissance too, but I... I don't know.

A bird like that's easy to hide.

All right, who is it registered to?

Registered to Harry Conda, 1216 Swansea Drive.

I'll give you odds that there's no Swansea Drive

nor any Harry Conda, either.

All right, Chin,

interview the harbor master,

Coast Guard, Navy air arm...

Anybody who cruised these waters

or flew over them yesterday.

And, Chin, I want some specific names

of the vessels in that quadrant.

What about Shibata's goons? They open up?

The rude twins?

They got a couple of high-priced lawyers down there now.

They'll be on the street in an hour,

but I did run that check.

Guess what.

They were both spotted in Hong Kong a month ago

by the Hong Kong police. Positive ID.

And you can buy anything in Hong Kong,

cocaine included.

Goro Shibata. How long have we been trying to nail him?

Kono, I want Shibata under surveillance

around the clock, and don't be too subtle about it, huh?

The bird watchers were out.

Do you get me?

This is the only bird around with those colors.

Are you saying the bird has drowned?

We had a $50,000 funeral out here, baby.

Now, who pays for that?

Simple.

Just check around in your family,

see who sold out.

My family? How about yours?

Well, we are much too close for that.

Yeah, yeah, so are we.

Then we have a problem, don't we?

Obviously, we can do nothing until we find the guilty party

and, uh, exert a lot of influence.

Now, look, how long do you think we can sit out here?

If we don't come ashore quick... Please.

It's much too public.

You better arrange to come in here alone.

Hold on a minute.

Who is there? Come and look.

Stay on the line. I will only be a minute.

The thing has changed.

You cannot come in. Why, what's wrong?

Well, let's say

the bird watchers are here too.

Well, then that blows the whole thing, huh?

No.

No, I don't think so.

There's a man... If I can reach him.

A brilliant man who knows how to deal with bird watchers.

Get me Ziegler.

Dispatch, patch me to McGarrett.

He is on his way.

Steve, I have some trouble.

And just how do you arrange delivery?

The stuff's in waterproof bags

about... oh, so big.

They're on a boat about 50 miles out.

I come in on this fisherman and...

Are you sure this is gonna work?

My plans always work.

He just plain disappeared, Steve.

No bubbles, no nothing.

McGARRETT: Probably swam right out under the pier.

He could have come up at a hundred different places.

Steve, that was H.P.D.

You know what they get from the street?

Elmo Ziegler. The word's out that Shibata's looking for him.

Yeah, well, I'd say he found him.

I'll bet my eyeteeth they're right out there someplace

making a deal.

Why would Filer impersonate Ziegler?

I mean, considering the risks, what's the point?

Maybe Shibata's in the market for a troubleshooter.

Ziegler was the best.

I wonder if Filer knows what he's getting into.

He better, Danno, or he'll end up dead.

In fact, if I know Shibata,

Filer's got to end up dead, unless...

Unless we get hold of the goods first.

Wait a minute.

That's Filer's game. That's his challenge:

a race for the goods.

That will be all. Danke schon.

Did you talk money?

No.

Ten percent.

Of four million?

By they way, isn't that a lot of money to carry around?

Without the police knowing, I mean.

No. It's in $1,000 bills.

I had them washed and pressed.

The whole thing stacks up a mere 20 inches.

Ah.

All I lack is to bring my money

and his goods together.

That should be easy for you.

Fifteen percent.

Oh, I don't need the money.

You see, I am comfortable.

Uh, have some champagne.

But, um... you need action, Elmo.

Ja.

I confess to a certain degree of boredom. Heh.

But I went to a lot of trouble

to disappear, Goro,

and frankly, the way things leak out of your organization,

I just don't know.

He says you can handle all of that.

Oh, easy, huh?

And what about McGarrett,

the Coast Guard, Customs, the Navy,

the Hafenmeister, uh...?

The harbormaster? Easy.

Ja, maybe... Maybe I could help.

Twenty-five percent. Ah, better.

Heh. Now wait.

You, Goro,

you will want to examine the goods,

test them for purity before you accept delivery,

and you, you will want to count the money,

make sure the bills are genuine and unmarked.

You will want to find a safe place,

and maybe I could find such a place.

Twenty-five percent is an even million, Elmo.

Say yes,

and save me the cost of a phone call to Miami, please.

Huh? Heh, heh, heh, heh.

Ja, I suppose you would do that.

All right.

Providing only I know where the final exchange takes place.

That way the information cannot leak out.

You will each get your instructions

step by step in a series of drops.

Well, suppose we are followed.

Were you followed here?

No. You handled that satisfactorily.

I will need one week.

And don't look for me here.

I won't be here.

So, gentlemen, have we a deal?

Oh, maybe you would like to discuss that.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm not gonna pay that kind of money.

Moose, he is already legally dead.

Doesn't it suggest anything to you?

You mean, uh, let him do his thing,

then kill him,

'cause he's already legally dead.

This could be very funny.

Well?

It's a deal.

Steve? Just a minute, Danno.

Then it's got to be the Starfish.

Okay, Chin, ask the Coast Guard to keep an eye on her.

But, uh, we can't board if she's flying

a foreign flag in international waters.

What have you got, Danno?

That's the one, Steve.

Good. How do you know?

Well, there was this, uh, dock steward I talked to.

He looked kind of funny when I asked him about boat rentals.

He said there was a guy who, uh, look like this,

who wanted to rent a yacht and a crew,

but for only two hours.

For two hours? Yeah,

and it just happened there was this floating palace

in the harbor with no one onboard.

And so Filer got the use of it.

For $200.

Why, that old swindler.

I bet he used that boat to make the deal on.

And he played the millionaire for two hours.

Well...

at least we know who we're looking for.

Or do we?

Moose, can you board the Starfish tonight?

Yes. FILER: Good.

Tomorrow you bring her in.

Well, with the goods, of course.

Exactly two miles out, you radio in.

Goro.

Goro,

that will be your signal to start for the bank.

I understand.

Go directly to the safe-deposit box

and take out the money.

Make a, uh... Eh... Uh...

Conspicuous. Be conspicuous about it.

With the cops watching? Goro,

in me you trust.

You will shake them when it is easier for you to shake them.

Shake them how?

Go out the side door of the bank.

Wait there until a blue and yellow cab arrives.

The driver will know who to look for.

He will hand you a mailbox key

and take you to the proper address.

When you get there, open the box

and follow the instructions you find.

Be ready to move quickly

because that is where you shake the police.

Now repeat back to me.

I heard what you said, Kono,

but I'm not sure I believe it.

Look for yourself, Steve.

Shibata's place.

The rooftop.

Then over there.

See the "for rent" sign?

Yeah.

Three of them, huh? Very interesting.

Yeah. Heh, heh.

Yeah, it's Filer.

What's the point, I wonder?

Just to avoid surveillance?

Can we listen?

We can't. They're on a different frequency.

Oh, boy.

Moose Oakley. The smuggler?

Ha, ha. I thought he was still in Europe.

McGARRETT: So did I.

I'll keep an eye on him, boss.

No, wait a minute, Chin. There's no place he can go

except the Starfish.

Oakley, Oakley. You know what that means, don't you?

Shibata doesn't own the goods.

Oakley does, and that scotches everything.

What does?

Filer boxing himself in like that.

I just can't let him go.

Steve, isn't that what you want?

Sure, but I was hoping he'd bring in the goods first.

Maybe he is getting old, huh?

Come on. Let's pick him up.

McGARRETT: Open up in there!

Open up. Filer? Come on!

McGARRETT: You see? He is getting old.

In fact... he's falling apart.

Yeah, but things work out, Steve.

Now he can bring in the goods for you.

A man of infinite jest.

All right, commander. Thank you.

Steve, it's the Starfish, all right.

Rounded Diamond Head ten minutes ago.

Now, how about that. Coming right in the front door too.

Okay, Kono, you know what to look for.

Get going.

Yeah, Jenny.

Filer.

Oh, forget the trace, Danno.

He won't be on long enough.

Okay, Jenny, put him on.

Ah, there you are, McGarrett.

Yeah. I'm getting closer all the time.

I must apologize for blowing your stakeout the other day.

I really had no choice, you know.

Well, I can afford to forgive you,

but I'm not sure Moose Oakley can.

Ah, you do know about him then?

After that circus yesterday, how can I help it?

You staged that whole gathering, Filer,

just to finger him.

I knew I could count on you, McGarrett.

He's gonna kill you, Filer. Shibata, I mean.

I hope you know that.

I count on him believing that.

Actually, he won't get the chance.

Providing I pick up Moose Oakley for you.

Is that what you mean?

What's wrong with that?

It helps both of us.

And I promise you, I won't even be there this time.

No, you'll be someplace else,

trying to separate Shibata from his money.

Well, there's a certain amount

of justice in that, don't you think?

After all, if one must steal,

isn't it better to steal from a thief?

He's not after the cocaine.

Apparently, he never was.

It's the money he wants, all of it.

All four million.

Steve, Shibata just took a big bundle of cash

from a safe-deposit box.

How big?

Could it be four million? Could be.

It's in a briefcase.

Yeah, he could get four million in there.

All right, I just found out that Moose Oakley is a decoy,

so let's stay with Shibata and the money,

and look, Chin, don't lose him.

I got lots of help here, boss. Believe me, I'll use it.

You may have to.

Whatever Filer's dreamed up,

you can be sure it's pretty far out.

Steve, you'll never believe this.

Steve, we're not too far from you:

just off Beretania.

Shibata stopped in front of an apartment house.

Let's go.

Cover the rear entrance.

You two check the sides.

Steve, Shibata just went inside

one of the apartment houses at 1650 Makaloa.

All right, I'm on my way, Chin.

Kono, what's going on with Moose?

Looks like they're getting ready to leave.

McGARRETT: Don't let them. In fact, pick them up,

and don't forget the fish.

I'm interested in what's inside them.

Gotcha.

Next car, please.

Next car, please.

Anything, Chin?

Last we saw of Shibata,

he went in that building with the twins.

Is he still inside?

Well, on the block anyway.

We got the whole thing under surveillance.

Ziegler knows what he is doing.

Taking a long time, ain't he?

Cool it.

Steve, what's happening? Shall we move in?

No, not yet, Danno. Just keep this block sealed

and watch for Shibata and the twins.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Thank you for being so prompt.

Now, if you will please look up

at the elevator hatch.

As you can see, a sheet of glass.

Plain, ordinary, everyday glass.

And now, what appears to be a microphone,

which it is not.

It is a device for transmitting ultrasonic sound.

Actually, Clarion Model X-600.

Ultrasonic sound,

beyond the hearing of the human ear.

Although you will hear nothing,

its effects will be immediately apparent.

Uh, please shield your eyes.

Please.

Thank you.

Now, at a reading of two

on a scale of one to ten,

we have this result.

Don't move, please.

I shall now move up to a reading of four.

This reading, while not lethal,

may cause you some discomfort.

Kindly deposit your guns.

The ringing in your ears, which you are now experiencing,

will go away in about a month.

I am now moving up to a setting of six.

This is not only lethal,

it is also quite messy.

Your guns, please.

Ziegler, I will kill you for this.

And now the money.

No. This spells Filer to me.

Let's go.

Smoke bomb. Yeah, that's Filer.

Okay, gentlemen, cover the exits.

Danno, upstairs. Let's go.

Pipe down, Shibata. You've got no place to go.

Get us out of here.

Danno, over here.

Hah. Look at this. It's empty.

Filer's in the building somewhere, we know that now,

and he took the money, so that's our edge.

We look for a man with a package or bundle

or suitcase big enough to carry $4 million in.

Right.

Officer, I want to report a robbery.

Where? Right here.

My handbag. Somebody must have cut it loose.

Look, lady, we're here on special assignment.

We can't handle that now.

Look, I'll tell you what.

There's a station house right down the street.

Wait a minute!

Is that all the attention I get?

I could have been assaulted.

I... Oh.

Those fish Moose brought in sure were full of goodies.

So what am I supposed to say,

"half a catch is better than none"?

The big one still got away, bruddah.

Steve?

We found one more thing in the building.

It's for you.

"If you're ever in Algeria, look me up.

Lewis Avery Filer." Heh.

He's probably halfway by now.

You know, I don't think so.

Neither do I. Now, why is that?

The IOU, remember?

He still owes the warden.

He wouldn't pay him back now, would he?

I think he would. The question is, how?

Danno, get me the classified, will you?

2,200. Lewis A. Filer"

Who is it?

You sent for a bonded messenger, sir?

Just a moment.

Hm.

This did you in, you know.

You could have mailed it.

What? Trust the mails,

with all the thieves there are around here?

I'm surprised at you, McGarrett.

I'm surprised at you, Mr. Filer.

There are only three bonded messenger companies

on the island.

All right, shall we go?

What have you got on Goro Shibata?

He's clean, McGarrett,

and Moose will never implicate him.

You must realize that by now.

He's just not the type.

What are you after?

Oh, very little, really.

Except that smuggling and narcotics

are federal offenses,

which puts Goro in a federal pen

on the mainland, and far away from me.

Now, are you offering

to turn state's evidence?

Because you're implicated, you know,

and you could end up in a federal pen too.

A different one, McGarrett.

If I'm gonna put those two in prison,

I want to be somewhere else.

That's the deal.

All right, you've got it,

but federal penitentiaries

are much harder to break out of, you know.

Yes.

I'm rather looking forward to that.

Shall we?

Oh, after you.