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Cotton chenille, braid, synthetics.

This is our biggest seller.

Virtually guaranteed for life.

And this, Mr. Brown,

is guaranteed for death.

These are the people you'll be working with,

and they'll be there when you arrive.

Who are they?

You don't know, you don't need to know,

and you're not going to know.

Each one will be instructed and equipped, like you.

First class, round-trip, Honolulu to Los Angeles.

You'll leave tomorrow.

And yet you'll be back by Friday afternoon.

All right.

One more thing, Mrs. Soames,

take a look at that face, a good look.

You'll have to remember it.

Who is that grim Neanderthal?

That grim Neanderthal is the man you're gonna kill.

Martin Mauritany, big syndicate man from Chicago.

Track record in gambling, narcotics and extortion.

Now headed for Honolulu.

With bodyguards.

Chin, why? Why?

Guy like Mauritany wings here with muscle,

gotta be bad news.

For whom?

Kono, run down to Hotel and Maunakea Street.

Put your ear to the coconut wireless.

See if you can pick up any static.

Chin, check the airlines, big hotels.

See if anyone else in Mauritany's league is headed in.

You figure a syndicate meet?

Could be.

He's due to arrive at 1:30, Danno.

Let's, uh, run out to the airport.

The man comes to Hawaii,

he should have a welcoming committee.

Would you care for some fruit or cheese?

Would you care for some fruit or cheese?

There's something wrong with my headset.

I dial Streisand and I get Stravinsky.

That would be your channel selector.

I'll get somebody to help you.

You, miss.

I paid for this seat to keep it empty.

I like a lot of room.

Barbara Streisand, nobody like her.

Well, then after that nightmare at St. Tropez,

we got to our so-called charming cottage in Nice.

Well, did you ever try spreading a beach blanket

over sharp, pointed rocks?

Oh.

Never again.

Here's to being home in Honolulu.

This is first time for me.

Chicago.

I know who you are, Marty.

Yeah?

Mm-hm.

How long you gonna be in Hawaii?

Couple of days.

That's a pity.

You'll hardly have time to see anything.

You could show me.

I don't think I could show you a thing.

Come on. Let's try it out.

Come to my place after the landing for a drink.

What about your, uh, business associates?

My business assoc...?

Oh, don't worry about them.

They're gonna find a lot of museums to go to.

Hold it. Five-0.

What is this?

McGarrett. Hawaii Five-0.

Well, you've got no right to do this thing.

I'm here on legitimate business.

We know all about your legitimate businesses, Marty.

What are you doing in Honolulu?

Taking over local racket?

Meeting with the boys from New York, Miami?

What's going on, Marty?

Now, look, McGarrett,

you have a subpoena, you lay it right here.

If not, get out.

All right, now, hear this, mister.

You can stay in Hawaii.

But one slip, one shtick,

and you're going to feel like Kilauea went off,

right under those 60-dollar shoes.

That's a volcano.

You got the message?

Something new? Liquor for lunch?

I don't know, I think maybe I've got

a little cold coming on.

Well, I'd better get to those service calls.

I may be home a little late tonight, honey.

You lock up, okay? I'll eat something out.

How come?

Well, there's a reserve officers' meeting at the armory,

and you know how those guys love to talk.

Clem, is something wrong?

No. Nothing's wrong.

Miss Campion, I'm going home early this evening.

Judge Hobart calls, tell him I'll be back after 7.

Good night, Mr. Wellman.

Good night, Miss Campion.

I wouldn't dream of renting a house

anywhere outside of Belgravia.

Of course, you might go to Chelsea

or Hampstead for atmosphere,

but I wouldn't wanna live there.

Where do you stay when you're in London, Marty?

Well, I'll tell you the truth, I don't hit that town too much.

It's mostly New York, Vegas, Miami...

Hey, will you knock off with the noise?

Be finished in just a minute, sir.

TV, I need it like a hole in the head.

Now what?

Would you like me to get you an hors d'oeuvre?

Uh, yeah.

Mr. Mauritany? Yeah.

Frank Wellman, Honolulu Business Council.

Wellman... Oh, yeah, come on in,

you're the fellow that sent over the, uh...

Just a small gesture.

Small? Come on, that's good champagne.

I got a cocktail lounge in East Cicero,

gets two bucks a shot for that stuff.

So how come you're so good to me, Mr. Wellman?

Pâté or caviar, Marty?

Oh, some of that liver stuff... I don't know, anything.

We welcome all businessmen setting up shop in Honolulu.

I understand you're buying some property here.

Yeah. So, what's that?

One of each, all right?

Yeah, anything.

We have contacts with people you'll be dealing with.

Banks, government agencies.

TV set's fixed.

We can save you a lot of trouble.

So shut it off.

But it will cost me, right?

One pâté, one black caviar.

I want the tubes to warm up.

Our service costs nothing at all.

Or would you rather have the red?

Warm up for what?

We're here to help the businessman.

I wanna be sure it was just the horizontal.

Ah.

How many? Caught three in the chest.

Close range.

Found a couple of hors d'oeuvres on the floor.

I guess he never had a chance to eat them.

What time?

Doc estimates time of death between 5 and 8 last night.

Uh, he may be able to sharpen that after the autopsy.

Booze and the hors d'oeuvres were delivered at 5 p.m.

A maid found the body this morning at a quarter to 10.

Chin, anybody hear anything?

Negative.

No one saw, no one heard. Not even next door.

Silencer.

Yeah, strictly pro all the way.

What about his bodyguards?

Nowhere in sight.

But we have an APB out on them now.

I must be living right.

Got an easy one for a change.

Fingerprints?

Right, four sets.

Nothing light, nothing smudged.

They could all win picture contests.

It doesn't figure. Not with a hit like this.

Hot lead.

Three people stopped by to see him between 5 and 5:30.

All were announced by the front desk.

Like I said, an easy one for a change.

Pick 'em up, Kono.

Danno, I want a background report on each, the book.

Murdered?

Between 5 and 8:00.

You were there during that time, Mr. Wellman.

Well, part of the time.

What were you doing?

I was fixing his TV set. I got a contract with the hotel.

When did you find out his set was broken?

Well, before he checked in.

That's hotel policy.

It's our policy to welcome all new businessmen

setting up shop in Hawaii.

I found out his set needed a new capacitor,

and I didn't have the right one, so I had to go back to the shop.

Time I got back, he was there with his lady friend.

That would be Mrs. Soames?

We were never actually introduced.

Attractive woman, oh, I'd say about 40.

Beautifully dressed.

Then this guy from the Business Council came in.

He was sort of a one-man welcoming committee.

Red carpet stuff.

Did you know that, uh, Mauritany was a hood from Chicago?

No, I didn't.

Where'd you get his name?

Well, the Real Estate Board.

They send us lists periodically.

Mauritany was here to buy some property in Honolulu.

And you didn't know Mauritany at all?

Never met him?

No, sir.

How did you know where to find him?

Hotel, time of arrival and so forth?

All that from the Real Estate Board.

Who left the room first?

I did.

TV man left first.

What time was that?

Around 5:15.

Twenty minutes after, I suppose. Something like that.

I left when the lady did.

Anyone see you leave the hotel?

Yeah. Yeah, Henry Blake, the garage attendant.

I don't know if anyone saw us leave or not.

Two people who know you say they saw you leaving

through the hotel lobby with Mrs. Soames,

about the same time you said you did.

Excuse me.

Well?

When he got to the room,

Mauritany and Mrs. Soames were there.

Then your guy showed up.

Clem was the first one to leave, according to Clem.

Well, it checks out with my guy a hundred percent.

What do we do?

Keep them both here till I talk to the woman.

It shouldn't be long.

Kono's picking her up right now.

Ballistics ready in the lab.

Give them something to read.

What? The new pension plan?

Three bullets, 9 mm, short.

And get this, no ballistic markings on any of them.

Well, how come?

I've seen it once before.

They scrape the bowl with a high-speed reaming tool.

Removes all the lands and grooves.

It's strictly for close-hit work. No range.

Strictly a professional killer's m.o.

Well, that lets our three suspects out.

It looks that way, doesn't it?

Steve, I got a tough one.

Yeah? What is it?

I went to pick up Mrs. Soames. She's a widow.

Lives out in Kahala. Real fancy place.

Are you ready for this? She won't come in.

She won't come in?

She says she's got a social to go to.

Says you'll have to wait till tomorrow.

And you settled for that?

Come on, Chin. Let's go.

They wanna see me now?

That's a bore.

Honey, do me up, will you?

Sure.

Wana, why don't you ask Jason to fix me a drink, huh?

Mr. McGarrett, this is an awkward time.

We're on our way to the, uh, Fitzgeralds' luau

for the senator.

And while I don't mind being fashionably late, I...

Mrs. Soames, either you'll talk to us now,

or we'll take you in as a material witness.

Which will it be?

You're very persuasive.

All right, give me your famous third degree.

You were in Mauritany's hotel room last night?

Yes, for 15 boring minutes.

Where'd you meet him?

On the plane coming in from L.A.

What were you doing in Los Angeles?

I went to see a film producer

about launching Rick's career.

Whose idea was the drink in the hotel, his or yours?

Well, when you have two experienced teams in the field,

they, uh, both generally think they're scoring.

Did you know he was a mobster?

Doesn't everybody?

And yet you went to his hotel room?

I am a big girl, in case if you hadn't noticed.

I noticed you didn't stay long.

No, there were too many people.

It was like an old Marx Brothers movie.

I left when the others did.

Same time? Mm.

Oh, the repairman went first, and then the banker fellow,

Wellman, I think his name was.

I assure you, we all went our separate ways.

And I, uh, think that would be a good idea

for you and me right about now.

Ciao.

The story confirms three-way.

Yeah. What do we do now?

Tell Danno to let Brown and Wellman go.

All three confirmed alibis.

In other words, gentlemen, we're batting zero.

Zero minus two.

Mauritany's two bodyguards were picked up last night

at the Wiki-Wiki Bar on Kulamanu street.

They were there from 4:30 to 8.

Absolutely confirmed by a dozen witnesses.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Joe. Yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

That's exactly what I wanted to know.

Joe Lamont, Real Estate Board.

I asked him to find out what property

Mauritany came here to buy.

It's a factory building, Sheridan near Piikoi.

Let's take a look, Chin.

Oh, hi, Bonnie.

Thanks for letting me sleep.

You said you were tired.

I'm tired of a lot of things.

Bonnie.

Bonnie.

Now, what's the matter, huh?

You figure it out.

Bonnie, now, I'm asking you questions,

don't give me riddles.

Okay, straight talk.

If I catch you with that blond again,

you can go back to being

the handsomest towel boy in Waikiki.

Now, she walked up to me. Can I control that?

You better start controlling something.

Bonnie.

Look, I've had it.

The silk suits, the imported shirts, the 20-dollar ties...

Okay, okay.

Now, what's really bugging you, huh?

Was it those two guys last night?

Well, who were they?

They were cops.

Hey, it wasn't about... No, it wasn't about.

I paid to get you out of that one,

and don't you ever forget it.

Bonnie, you paid to get us both out of that one.

You, kiddo, you.

Now, I don't have to take that from you.

I'm not your slave.

Now, you can take your shirts, your suits and your ties.

You can find yourself another towel boy.

We're not a big company, but we deal in quality only.

Luckily, people appreciate that,

and just about beat a path to our door.

You lease this building, Mr. Chang?

Yes.

Last month, the owner of the building died,

and, uh, it was put up for sale by the estate.

Correct.

You, uh, bid on the building yourself,

but you were outbid by a man by the name of Mauritany.

Oh, yes, uh, the man who was so brutally murdered.

Yeah.

Now, I understand he bid a pretty good price on it.

Have you any idea why he wanted the building?

No idea, Mr. McGarrett. It's not worth very much.

As a matter of fact, we've withdrawn our bid.

And we expect to move to new quarters.

I see. Do you mind if we look around?

Oh, it would be my pleasure to escort you.

This, of course, is our salesroom,

where people come to look at samples

and, hopefully, place orders.

This way, please.

This is our sales office.

Shipping room, storage and miscellaneous.

This, Mr. McGarrett, is our main workroom.

It's a, uh, total operation, Mr. McGarrett.

As we say in our little brochure,

we handle your every whim from wall to wall.

Where does this lead to?

That leads to the basement.

May we take a look? Of course.

This way, please.

I must apologize for all this dirt and dust.

This basement is no longer in use.

As you can see, there's nothing here

but bits and pieces of discarded junk.

Yes, I see, Mr. Chang. Thank you.

Hello, Charlie.

What do you want, McGarrett?

I didn't know you were out.

If you're trying to get me fired,

you're wasting your time.

They know all about my record here.

They believe in giving people a chance.

So do I, Charlie. So do I.

"Charlie Saunders.

"Ex-warrant officer, military intelligence.

"Ex-private detective.

"Convicted two years ago of bribery

"and conspiracy to obstruct justice.

"Sentenced three years, state pen.

Released after 18 months on good behavior."

Didn't you work on that case, Steve?

Worked on it, slept on it, put him away.

So you figure there's some connection.

His working down there, and the mob guy getting killed?

Charlie's strictly a loner.

Never worked with anyone in his life.

Could be that Chinese guy's fronting for him.

And both tied in with the murder?

Yeah, but what's the link? What's the link?

See what you can dig up on Mr. Chang.

And I want a surveillance of that carpet company

24 hours a day.

I wanna know who goes in, who goes out.

Time of every delivery and shipment,

license number of every vehicle that moves.

TV repair.

Where's your TV?

This isn't work, Clem. It's a favor for a friend.

I thought we were finished, "friend."

One is never finished with murder, Clem.

It's a subject that never bores the police.

Where are you, Danno?

On my way to relieve Chin.

Be there in five minutes. Okay.

Chin, do you read me?

Loud and clear.

What have you got?

Heh. I got a graveyard, brother.

Nothing's happening here.

The place is dead.

Well, at least, you've got an ocean breeze.

Yeah. Hold it.

Graveyard coming to life.

I think I know this haole.

Can you identify him?

Hang on.

Steve, we've got our link: Frank Wellman.

Somebody just handed him something through the door,

an envelope.

Okay, you stay there and keep your eyes open.

Danno, you head for Wellman's house.

He lives at, uh, 1561 Kanunu Street.

You got that? Got it.

I want Wellman picked up and I want that envelope.

Central, Chin Ho Kelly. Five-0, red alert.

Intercept blue Mercedes Benz, license number 5J5298.

Repeat, license number J5298.

Frank Wellman, wanted for questioning.

Last seen headed Ever on Sheridan Street.

Five-0, Mr. Wellman. Out of the car, please.

What's this all about?

Can I have that envelope?

You got a warrant?

If you want a warrant, I'll get you one.

No warrant, no search.

Up against the car, hands on the hood.

Why am I being arrested?

How about withholding evidence on a felony?

Come on.

Williams to Central. Urgent.

Ten-fifteen, 10-15.

1561 Kanunu Street.

Oh, my God.

How do you figure it, Steve?

Rich, successful man about town.

Everything to live for. Why?

Answer's right there, Danno, staring at you from the wall.

These, uh, beautiful friends of Wellman's?

They're men.

Clem.

I'm your wife.

I have a right to know.

Doris.

Yes?

There was something that happened in the war.

Something I never told you about.

The first day in combat, I panicked.

Ran away.

The killing.

The butchery.

The sergeant saw me running

and chased me to a farmhouse.

He was gonna shoot me on the spot.

Then a mortar shell hit, and he was wounded.

He was crying for help.

And I left him there to die.

Then I went back to my outfit.

I didn't think anyone knew... till a few weeks ago.

Somebody knows.

They know everything.

They promised they'd keep it quiet if I did them a favor.

I did it.

I thought I was finished.

Now they want something else.

But they can't make you do it.

You're out of the Army now.

I'm in the Reserves.

I could still be court-martialed.

When does it end?

What do I do?

Clem, you've got a family to protect.

You've got us to protect.

Do what they want you to do.

Frank Wellman, homosexual, transvestite.

Classic subject for blackmail.

Maybe all the other subjects too, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

Three people with something to hide.

And who better to dig out the dirty linen

than Charlie Saunders, ex-private eye?

Yeah.

Try this on for size, gentlemen.

Suppose, just suppose,

that Charlie Saunders and this Chinese guy with glasses

are tied together in some racket.

Now, Mauritany wants to take it over.

So they decide to have him knocked off.

They blackmail three people into killing him.

Pick it apart.

First pick, if they were gonna knock off a syndicate man,

why not hire professional guns?

Why amateurs?

The syndicate man and his bodyguard

could spot a professional hit man a mile away.

An amateur has a much better chance.

Okay, why three amateurs instead of one?

They alibi each other.

Right. Worked out to the last detail.

But why did Charlie and the Chinese guy

wanna knock off that syndicate cat?

What's the racket they're trying to protect?

Good question, Kono.

Everything we saw down at that plant seemed straight enough.

Maybe there's something's special about the building.

Mauritany tried to buy it out from under them.

Yeah, maybe.

Call the county clerk.

See if the plans for that building are on file.

If they are, get them up here, along with the county engineer.

Chin, back to the carpet factory.

Okay. Kono.

Clem Brown, Bonnie Soames and her boyfriend. Dig deeper.

If our blackmail theory is right, what are they hiding?

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I've been nervous.

You were right about the cops, Rick.

We're in even deeper now.

We can't afford any jealousy or fighting. We...

We have to be one mind and one body.

What happened?

A couple of weeks ago, a man came to see me.

He knew all about the accident.

About what you did to my husband's car.

Remember, it was under your instructions.

He knew that too.

I think I've just developed a...

A longing to visit Singapore.

You care to come along?

It's a 50-year-old building, Steve.

Cast iron plumbing, everything falling apart.

Forget it.

All right. What about the land underneath?

You mean, do they have the only oil well in Hawaii?

No, Steve. That's lava rock, like the rest of the island.

Not worth much.

Just in from the big island.

The glamour dame's husband was killed nearly two years ago

in an auto accident.

They had a witness who saw someone

tampering with her husband's car.

But he changed his story,

and the court ruled death by accident.

Possible homicide.

And it fits in with the blackmail theory.

Yeah. Paul, take another look at that building.

This time, with a microscope.

There's got to be something we've overlooked.

What about the location?

Adjacent owner wanting to buy in,

something new or big coming in?

That neighborhood's had it, Steve.

All the good businesses moving out.

The furniture house, the auto insurance company,

the bank, the discount appliance center...

The what?

The discount appliance center.

No, before that you said the bank.

That's right.

Well, what bank?

I was there, I didn't see any bank.

It's not on the block, Steve.

It's around the block, just behind the carpet company.

Behind the carpet company?

That's right, Steve. They're back to back.

The Hawaiian Fourth Federal.

How stupid can we be?

A tunnel.

It's got to be. Look at the location.

First step, you buy the carpet company,

then put in your own men and start digging.

Tunnel's half dug

when a guy named Mauritany finds out and wants in.

He bids for the building.

Now the building is old and run-down,

so you can't outbid him without tipping your hand.

So you gotta make a hit.

Yeah, Charlie comes up with three people

to pull the trigger.

People that Mauritany would never suspect.

Fits. Yeah, it fits.

What about the tunnel?

Five-thirty. Bank is closed.

Called Central Dispatch.

I want every squad car in the area to...

McGarrett.

Steve, Chin.

A truck just pulled up at the side of the carpet company.

Is it one of their own?

Negative.

And that's the strange thing about it, Steve.

It's Clem Brown's TV repair truck.

Clem Brown?

Chin, stay with him. Don't lose him.

Get McGarrett.

He's moving out, Steve.

Which direction?

He made a right turn on Makaloa, then Ever on Piikoi.

I'm going to switch you over to Central.

Give them the description and put out a red alert pickup.

Thank you. One moment, please.

Okay, open up the truck.

Let's go.

Come on.

Using Clem and his truck was a smart diversion, Charlie,

but there was a hole in your plan.

Two first-class, one-way to Singapore.

The name, Mrs. Soames.

Confirmed seats, 4A, 4B.

Boarding immediately, Gate 32.

Have a good trip.

McGARRETT: Mrs. Soames. SOAMES: Yes?

You're under arrest for the murder of Martin Mauritany.

You'll have to come with us too, Mr. Marlow.

Me? What for?

Questioning about a car accident two years ago.

The one in which Mrs. Soames' husband was killed.

Let's go. We'll send your bags home.

Won't we need our clothes?

Oh, you won't need much.

You'll find that prison denim wears like iron.