Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 1, Episode 1 - Full Fathom Five - full transcript
Five-O investigates multiple cases of missing women tourists. The victims were all recently widowed. It turns out that they are being seduced, swindled and then murdered. Five-O sets up an undercover operation in which a Honolulu Police Department woman officer will serve as bait. The culprits are a married couple. He seduces the victims, she pretends to be his sister.
( dark, mysterious
theme playing)
(cork pops)
Whoa! (laughs)
Beautiful.
Well... are you ready?
(giggles) Oh, goodness,
I shouldn't have anymore.
That first one made me so dizzy.
Oh, come on.
No. One more toast.
All right.
That's it.
One more toast.
For you.
To you and Victor.
To a happy future.
(clink)
To us, darling.
To us, darling.
And to our new home.
And, oh, I'm so anxious
to see our new lot
and make plans.
And... Oh, Victor, it's
like a dream. A dream.
Look at that sky.
I wanna see it.
How lovely.
Oh, the sky is
really so beautiful.
Oh, Victor.
This is the happiest
day of my life.
Oh.
(glass shatters)
(gasping)
Well, it took her long enough.
I gave her the usual dose.
She was tougher than she looked.
Boring. Talked right
up to the last breath.
Oh.
WOMAN: Victor.
Victor. That was
at least two carats
A perfect stone.
Not worthy of you, my dear.
Uh, who'd ever know?
We could have had it reset.
And die on the word
of some blabbermouth jeweler?
No, thank you.
We've got a successful
proven operation.
Let's not spoil it.
( slow, dark theme playing)
It is a lovely sky, isn't it?
Yes. So peaceful.
( menacing theme playing)
Say our poem, Vic.
Full fathom five The widow lies:
And of her bones Are coral made;
Those are pearls
That were her eyes:
Nothing of her Now doth fade
But doth suffer A sea-change
Into something Rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly
Ring her knell:
Hark! now I hear
them... Ding-dong, bell.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Can you tell me where
McGarrett's office is?
Second floor, up those stairs.
Can't miss it, sir.
Eight-by-10 prints
on Martha Finch
up from the lab as directed.
Thank you, love.
Very distinctive.
No more than 10,000
women in Honolulu
can meet this
general description.
Okay, distribute through
all the regular channels.
Make sure we're
covered interisland, huh?
Coffee, Mr. Skaggs?
I beg your pardon? Coffee?
No, no, no. I never touch it.
One, May.
Here's the case file,
Steve. It's growing fast.
We got on it as
soon as you called.
Good.
Gentlemen, this is Tyler Skaggs,
the missing girl's attorney.
State Police Officers
Danny Williams,
Chin Ho Kelly and Kono Kalakaua.
Okay, what have we got?
Found her banking contract.
Yeah?
No action lately.
But she cashed $5,000
in traveler's checks
two weeks ago.
Let's look for a lady
with a big purse, huh?
Thanks, love.
How about car rentals?
Checked. No Martha Finch.
McGARRETT: Guided tour outfits?
DANNY: Zero.
McGARRETT: What
about a driver's license?
Double zero.
Internal Revenue, withholding?
She's not making any money here.
How about hotel
security officers?
Not registered anywhere.
Try the Visitors Bureau sheet?
STEVE: The
incoming reports stated
she was supposed to be here
for two weeks, only on Oahu.
No local address.
Anybody think to,
uh, check the utilities?
Wherever she's at, she's
got no gas, light or water.
Clean.
Too clean.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
What would you
suggest, Mr. Skaggs?
I suggest you stop talking
and start looking.
Where?
Well, police work is your job,
Mr. McGarrett, not mine.
Exactly.
Kono... Chin...
take some of those 8-by-10s.
Make sure that
every hotel doorman
and maitre d' in town get one.
Notify on sight.
Right, then what?
Check with the
public service directors
of the various radio
and television stations.
See if we can get some
spot announcements.
And then?
Then use your
imagination and training.
You're a rich haole lady,
and you wanna disappear.
What would you do?
Man, that'll take a
whole lot of imagination.
Come on, brother.
Danno.
Feed this whole
thing into the computer
and see if you can come
up with anything like it.
Run out any similarities
on missing women
and where they were found.
Okay, Steve. It'll
take some time,
I gotta pull the files by hand
on whatever names
the machine turns up.
You're not getting very
far, are you, McGarrett?
How would you know?
Well, I've seen a lot of
hustle, bustle and dust,
but all you've come
up with is wind.
Not exactly, Mr. Skaggs.
I can tell you something
about Martha Finch right now.
Some wild guess, McGarrett?
Police instinct.
When somebody vanishes
as completely as this
for this length of time...
either Martha Finch
wanted to disappear...
or she's dead.
WOMAN (over PA):
Announcing Flight 14
from New York and Los Angeles
now arriving at Gate 8.
Well...
Try and find one that
plays three-handed bridge.
I always ask, for your sake.
Oh, and go easy on the pâté.
You put on 2 pounds
on the last voyage.
You're so thoughtful for me.
Well, I don't care myself.
But your appearance
means a lot to the business.
Well, I wish you
were coming with me,
at least on the flight.
It's getting to be a real bore.
I have enough to do here.
Perhaps there will be a
good film on the plane.
Oh, a nice romantic one.
That's what I'd like.
That's the kind that really
brings tears to my eyes.
Flight 190 for Los
Angeles and Chicago
now ready for
boarding at Gate 9.
Aloha, baby.
(plane droning overhead)
Milly.
Oh, hi, McGarrett.
Gotta see the man.
Not in, McGarrett.
Where is he? Lunch.
Where?
Come on, Milly. It's urgent.
(sighs)
Well, the place he
goes when he usually
doesn't wanna be disturbed.
Thanks, love. Know it well.
(chuckles)
( light, bouncy theme playing)
Governor?
Steve.
Heh. I see you found me again.
I'm sorry to bother you, sir,
but I think we've come
up with something.
Oh, sit down. Thank you.
Papaya, apple?
No, thank you.
Ten?
At least ten, maybe more.
How did you uncover this, Steve?
I put Danny Williams to work on
the old Missing Persons Index.
We were looking for a way to
go on this Martha Finch case.
He turned up those,
all in the suspense file.
None of the cases ever closed.
All right, spell it out.
Well... the cases turn
up about once a month.
Too many factors alike
for it to be a coincidence.
Women are always
between 30 and 50.
Always widowed or single...
traveling alone.
Return reservations
always canceled.
Never any close relatives
that miss them too soon.
Sometimes the first
missing report didn't come in
till two months after
the woman checked out,
leaving no return address.
Some of them must have
got back home eventually.
No. We checked
that out too, sir.
We wired the police at the
point of origin of the complaint.
Ten different mainland
cities. Ten cases still open.
Yet there's not a shred
of physical evidence.
No unidentified bodies,
no clothing left behind,
no, uh, valuables
reported missing.
Nothing.
That's too much
coincidence, Steve.
And there's a clincher.
Each one of them had money.
In every case...
there was a large
transfer of money here
from a mainland bank just
before the disappearance.
So add it up.
Well, the way I read it, sir...
first comes the
swindle... then a murder.
And it's got to be stopped.
Two million guests a
year pass through here.
We invite them.
And we're responsible
for their safety.
( dramatic theme playing)
McGarrett...
I think you take some
sort of a perverse pleasure
in running me around
on wild-goose chases.
All you have to do is
take a look at the girl.
Then I can spare your company.
But why do we have to
come all the way out here?
Why couldn't you bring
her down to your office?
Because we had no
charge on which to hold her.
She wouldn't come with Danny,
but she agreed to see you here.
(guitar being strummed)
(door closes)
You're joking, of course.
No member of the Finch family
would be found
mixed up with this...
This subculture.
Just take a look
at the girl, huh?
Martha?
Hi, Tyler.
Martha.
Well, there must be some reason
for this strange
behavior of yours.
This weird costume
you're wearing.
I don't know. What's
the reason for yours?
You know, none of this is
really very funny, Martha.
I suppose you did get my notice
about the expiration
date on these oil leases?
Uh-huh. I'm not interested.
(paper hits ground)
Nonsense.
Of course you are.
You still don't dig, man.
I'd have to live forever
to spend half my bread.
As it is, the interest piles up
faster than I can throw it away.
That's not the point.
Yeah, it is.
This is all the... The
nerve ends I've got.
I can't buy more.
Now, why should I worry
about making money
for someone like you?
Well, if you'll just sign these,
why, we'll...
worry about your
new philosophy later.
No.
Martha, I don't have time
to play games with you.
Then stop playing and listen.
The word is "no."
And by the way, you're fired.
Martha, you are an
intelligent woman.
Now, surely you know
that you cannot continue
to act in this
unreasonable manner.
Tyler, I inherited
you and the money
when I was just a dumb girl.
And you've both
bugged me long enough.
Now, this hippie scene
may not be the answer,
but it's taught me one thing:
I can do what I want.
And I dearly want to be
rid of you. So goodbye.
Martha, I will
take you to court.
I will petition them to...
To appoint a... A
business manager.
A-a conservator for you.
I already have one.
Who is he?
Pepito!
(continues strumming guitar)
Where did you find him?
In a tree.
Would you mind
driving me to town?
I have to keep an
appointment with my shrink.
Sure.
Well, you're a
witness, McGarrett.
You can testify to
her unreasonable
and abnormal behavior
when I take her to court.
I don't think it'll do
any good, Mr. Skaggs.
There's no law that can force
the rich to get richer.
Well, there should be.
Any time we can help you find
another missing
person, let us know.
Peace, brother.
(car door closes)
McGarrett! (car starts)
Wow.
(car door closes)
(people laugh, applaud)
Steve.
We got another one.
Let's have a look.
Name's Anne Hayes. Age, 34.
Widow. No immediate family.
Came over on a cruise
ship a couple of months ago.
Checked in at the Ilikai,
checked out two weeks later.
Return reservation
by plane canceled.
The inquiry was
made by a nephew,
forwarded by the Cincinnati P.D.
Missing Persons
can't turn up a trace.
What was the, uh, sailing
date of the ship she was on?
Uh... early August.
How about the money angle?
She was carrying
a letter of credit
on her bank in Cincinnati.
She negotiated $20,000 on it
a week after she left the hotel.
No banking activity since then.
Yep. Here it is again.
Take a look.
"Victor Rawlins." Who is he?
He's the one common
link in every case.
In every case the
women came over by ship,
first class, San
Francisco to Hawaii.
Ten times... 11 now
he's been on a ship
that brought them over.
He's the only repeat passenger
on every voyage.
Seems a little more
than a coincidence.
Still, it's no crime.
No. All we have is a name.
Nobody to go with it.
How do we find him?
Here's the makeup for the ship
sailing day after tomorrow
from San Francisco.
He's booked again.
You'll be on that ship, Danno.
My job is to see
how he operates.
What do we use for bait?
How about a nice,
young, rich widow?
That's Joyce.
Yeah, do you know her?
Sure I know her.
And her two little kids.
You can't hand her this
kind of an assignment, Steve.
Why not?
Because it's too risky.
Policewoman Joyce Weber,
last seven years on
Bunco Squad, H.P.D.
Outstanding record,
dozen citations.
Sound qualified?
Of course she is.
That's not the point.
We screened at least
a dozen possibilities
with chief, Dan.
She's the one. The best.
I don't like it.
Nobody asked you.
Make up a complete cover history
for her, with
documents to prove it.
Can you have them
by noon tomorrow?
Sure.
Forgery was my best subject.
All right, Joyce,
final checkout.
What's your name?
Helen May Carlson.
Maiden name was Fitzsimmons.
Tell me about your husband.
His name was
Walter Alan Carlson.
He died about a year ago.
We lived in Portland,
Oregon at 4225 Alfred Street.
Where did you get your money?
My husband's family had money.
And he was a successful
insurance executive
with Northwest Underwriters.
Being insurance conscious,
he left me a very large policy.
Ever been to Hawaii before?
Never. I'm going over to
see if I can make a new start.
Everything at home
reminds me of Walt.
I wanna get away from all that.
Anyone close to you,
Anybody who would miss you?
No. We had no children.
Walt had no
brothers and sisters.
My only sister
lives in New York.
I'm sort of alone in the world.
What's your bank?
First National of Portland.
Account number 561-322.
Okay.
Show me your driver's license.
Social-security card.
Bankbook.
Letter of credit.
Marriage license.
Picture of your husband.
Why do you carry
your marriage license
if your husband is dead?
Just foolish
sentimentality, I guess.
Still clinging to the past.
That's why I want a new start.
Good girl. You'll do fine. Okay.
From here in,
you're on your own.
I don't wanna be seen with you.
How about my bags?
Danny checked them through.
You can pick
your overnight bag
up in San Francisco.
The rest will go
right to the ship.
There's your taxi.
Where will I meet Danny?
On the ship. He'll contact you.
Okay, Joyce.
Be careful and go with God.
Joyce.
I goofed already.
Yeah. And that can
cost you your life.
Mahalo.
What does that mean?
Good girl.
Why should you know mahalo
means "thank you," huh?
You've never been to
Hawaii before, have you?
Never.
( slow, placid theme playing)
So I said to the captain:
"Well, if that's the situation,
just let me speak to
the chef personally."
Oh, uh, the chef, you know,
is recently divorced.
And he has an ulcer,
of all things. So I...
Excuse me.
But that... That lady
standing over there.
Yes, what about her?
Well, I... I don't know.
She looks familiar,
but I can't place her.
Isn't she at your table?
Yes, poor thing.
She's terribly shy
and withdrawn.
You can hardly pry
an answer out of her.
She's obviously
just gone into a shell
since her husband was killed.
Oh. How did it happen?
Some sort of plane crash
in the Rocky
Mountains somewhere.
The fool had gone
hunting, leaving that
dear girl at home by herself.
Well, there was a blizzard or
something, and down he went.
Oh, I daresay, it's
been very hard for her.
Why, he left her in
financial difficulty?
Oh, no, nothing like that.
Quite the contrary, so I gather.
Although she
hardly speaks of it.
He was a big
insurance executive.
And I guess
he was pretty
proud of his product.
Money was all he left her.
He couldn't have children,
which is what she really wanted.
It's strange. I'm
sure I know her.
Met her somewhere.
Isn't her name Marie?
No. No, it's Helen.
Helen Carlson from
Portland, Oregon.
Never out of there
in her whole...
Well, I'm sorry.
Afraid I'm gonna
have to leave you now.
I've got some
business with the purser
that I have to attend to.
You know, it's always a pleasure
talking to you, Mrs. Willoughby.
Will we, uh, see you later
on the shuffleboard deck?
Oh, gee, I'll try. But
don't count on me.
I have something important
that I should attend to.
Excuse me, will you? Mm-hm.
( slow, mysterious
theme playing)
( slow, moody theme playing)
Care to play a game?
No, thank you.
Mind if I watch?
Met him yet?
You will soon. He's going
through your stateroom.
Good. That shows a
certain amount of interest.
Joyce, be careful. Don't take
any unnecessary chances.
We don't know how
these people operate.
We'll both do it the
best way we know how.
He just came in
across the lounge.
He's talking to the steward.
Well, if you ever learn
that game, look me up.
I beg your pardon.
Mrs. Helen May Carlson?
Yes.
I believe this is yours.
I've been losing
everything lately. Thank you.
Not at all.
How did you know it was mine?
Well, I took the liberty of
asking the deck steward
whose cabin that was.
Well, thank you very much.
I... I'm afraid I've put
you to a lot of bother.
It was well worth it.
I have an old-fashioned
sense of responsibility,
and now it's satisfied.
I'm sorry, won't you sit down?
Well, the young man,
uh, isn't he returning?
I hope not.
Well, my name is
Rawlins. Victor Rawlins.
Pleasure to meet you.
I see you have an interesting
problem set up here.
One of the chief interests
of my life is chess.
I'm afraid I'm badly
out of practice.
I haven't played much this...
This last year.
Hm. Well, then you won't
notice how badly I play.
(chuckles)
Now, about that problem...
( slow, playful theme playing)
(typewriters clacking)
What do we got?
From Danny. Just came in.
We're in the ball game.
Chin, come in here
right away, please.
Run this through
gun registration.
See what we come up with.
It's done.
What do you know
about laundry marks?
Well, some of my best
ancestors are Chinese.
Do you think we can locate
the place that uses that?
This look like a case
for my Uncle Chan.
(speaking in Chinese)
Confucius once said,
"We got a winner, boss."
Let's go. Come on.
(band playing festive music)
(crowd chattering)
Nora!
This is my sister, Nora.
This is Helen Carlson.
Welcome to Hawaii.
Hello.
Aloha.
Thank you.
She absolutely saved my life.
VICTOR: Made the
whole voyage a delight,
except for one thing. She
beat me in chess three times.
Oh, congratulations.
Vic usually beats me.
I hope you'll help me
keep him in his place.
I'll do the best I can.
(guffaws)
Hey, hey. Ha-ha.
Smile.
(clicks)
Man, that shirt's blinding me.
So was the price.
How's Joyce doing?
Beautifully. A real pro.
Any line on the swindle?
So far it's all
hearts and flowers.
He's the perfect gentleman.
Got anything on the sister?
It's not his
sister, it's his wife.
What else do you know?
His name is Reese, not Rawlins.
He's got two expensive cars
and a beautiful big home up
on Tantalus Drive in the hills.
Internal Revenue has
him down as an art dealer
reporting $18,000 last year.
He spends twice that
amount, always in cash.
Very interesting. But none
of it will impress the DA.
Have we got
anything to pull him in?
Not even a traffic citation.
He's clean. Absolutely clean.
We've gotta find
another way to go, Steve.
Gotta pull Joyce out.
When I went through Victor's
cabin, I found some capsules.
I ran them through
the ship's pharmacy.
Poison, aconite.
Aconite?
That's right.
The minute they even
suspect Joyce, she's dead.
Another wonderful evening.
I hate to see it end,
but I am awfully tired.
Get some sleep.
We have some wonderful
sights to show you tomorrow.
You and Nora have done
nothing but entertain me.
You really don't have to, Vic.
Nonsense, it's what I wanna do.
Now, you must know how
serious I am about you.
Hm?
It's... It's just
been a long time.
All right.
Good night.
(metal pinging)
(sighs)
Sorry to startle you...
but it's time for a talk.
I've been trying to contact you,
but I... I can't get
out of their sight.
It's like being in
an invisible net.
That's why I'm here. We've
taken over the adjoining suite.
Now, uh, somebody will
be listening all the time.
The door's fixed in case
you need us in a hurry.
Oh, that's good to know.
Listen... where do we stand?
Have you got enough
to make a case?
We've got absolutely nothing
except what you can tell us.
Well, then you've
really got nothing.
They're so
charming, it's spooky.
Any attempt to get money?
No, but I think it
may be coming.
He keeps talking about
a great piece of property
up in the hills.
He says he wants to buy it,
but something's
holding up the deal.
Then the only thing
we know for sure
is that we've got
the right couple, huh?
Joyce, I wanna
tell you something.
You can get out of this
right now if you want to.
We can get you
out of here tonight,
and you'll never have to
see either one of them again.
No, no, no, no.
I couldn't live with
myself if we let
these slimy
parasites off the hook.
And I couldn't live with myself
if anything happened to you.
I'll yell if I need you.
Good. And I'll be
there. I promise.
( slow, moody theme playing)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Steve, I think you're
wrong. It's too dangerous.
Can you come up with something?
Any other way of
getting the job done?
Pull Joyce out. Get a
warrant. Give the house
a thorough going-over.
There's gotta be something
to tie them to the
previous victims.
Let the crime lab in
there with a microscope.
As far as we
know, not one victim
has been allowed
near that house.
What about jewelry?
If we could come
up with even one
identifiable item, at least...
(knock on door) Come in.
You'd be surprised
how much all tourists
in aloha shirts and muumuus
look alike to hotel help.
Any positive identifications?
I found a few who
remembered seeing
one of the women
in the pictures...
a few who thought they
saw Victor and Nora,
but none of them would swear
they'd ever seen them together.
What about their car?
We got to the garage owner.
When the car came in for
service, we vacuumed it.
Every crevice.
Anything?
The crime lab sifted it.
No blood, no epidermis,
no threads, no hairs.
Nothing. Just good
old Hawaiian lepo.
What?
Dirt.
Well...
whether we like it or
not, it's still up to Joyce.
(file hits desk)
JOYCE: Oh, Vic,
it's just perfect.
VIC: It would be perfect
if we could share it.
JOYCE: You're making
it very hard to say no.
VIC: Well, then say yes.
If you say yes, we can
build our honeymoon house
right here on this lot.
It's as simple as that?
If I say the wish,
it comes true?
Well... it's not quite
that simple, but...
I'll make it come true.
What's the problem?
Oh... sort of complicated.
You see, I sold my house...
The one I told you about
up by the university?
Well, I sold it
intending to buy this lot
and build here right away.
And the fellow I
sold to up and died.
Had a heart attack.
And so now his
estate is tied up,
And my money is in it, you see.
And it may be two
months before it's settled.
But you're bound to
get it then, aren't you?
Oh, of course. But
in the meantime
my option to buy
this lot is expiring,
and there's another
buyer just waiting to...
You know, he's prepared
to step in and pay cash.
There must be other
lots you can buy.
Not bargains like this.
My option to buy
this lot is 30,000 cash.
The other buyer is
prepared to step in
and pay 40,000 if
my option expires.
So even if you didn't
wanna build here,
you'd make money
buying this property.
Oh, 10,000 overnight.
But... I'd rather have
this lot for our home.
Vic? Mm?
I have money we could use.
Oh, no, you don't.
Oh, no. None of that.
You know, I don't know
what it is with you and Nora,
but she's already
agreed to let me
mortgage the
gallery if we need to.
And I think she thinks she's
found a sister or something.
She's gonna help
me raise the money.
But there's no need of all that.
I could get the money easily.
Well...
Ah, you know...
we need the money
rather quickly.
My option expires next week.
I have a letter of
credit on a bank here.
It's at the hotel.
I could probably
get the money right away. Today.
Does this mean that
you accept my proposal?
Oh, darling.
Mmm. Baby.
I tell you what we'll do.
I'll, uh... I'll drive
you to your hotel...
and we'll get in touch
with Nora and tell her.
And tonight the three
of us will celebrate
with a sunset cruise.
You have a boat?
Mm. A little surprise
been saving to show you.
Just a... It's nothing.
A 40-foot runabout.
Victor, I suspect
there are a lot of things
you haven't told me about.
Very few.
Very few.
But tonight, in honor
of the occasion,
I promise you a
surprise of a lifetime.
( dark, mysterious
theme playing)
(phone buzzes)
McGarrett.
Yeah, Joyce.
Yeah, we saw Victor drive
away. How you doing, honey?
Okay, except I'm a
little short of funds.
I need $30,000 this afternoon.
I'm helping Victor
buy some real estate.
We know the location.
We've been keeping you
in sight all morning.
That's good because
I have a feeling
my life expectancy
will drop sharply after
I hand over the money.
Well, we can move
in now if you want.
We could at least get
them on swindling charges.
No. No, uh, hold off till later.
You may find out
about the murders too.
They're taking me
out on a boat ride.
Victor's private cabin cruiser.
Where is it? What's the name?
He wouldn't tell me
anything about it.
It's a little surprise, he says.
All right, we'll find it.
Now, the money will
be waiting for you at 2:30
at the First Central Bank.
You'll be followed from there.
You need anything else?
Just a lot of courage.
You've already got enough
of that for all of us, love.
Take care, huh?
Danny, Kono.
May, get me the harbor
commissioner's office,
Boat Registration.
Danny, make me up a
packet of marked bills, $30,000,
to be delivered to First Central
Bank at 2 p.m. this afternoon.
Right.
Kono, get me a
bug with a transistor
small enough to plant,
and a receiver-recorder.
Put them in my car. I'll
be down in five minutes.
On the line. It's Ron.
Ron?
Yeah. McGarrett, Five-0.
I need the complete
make on a boat
registered to Victor
or Nora Reese.
Yeah, Reese. R-E-E-S-E.
McGARRETT: We
need about a dozen men
to cover the various
moorages around Honolulu.
Another half a dozen for
the Kailua-Kaneohe area.
Probably two or three to cover
the southern tip of the island.
We'll be in constant
radio contact.
I don't have to
tell you, lieutenant,
we're working against time.
You've got the
description and registration.
I'll get on the radio and
contact the Kailua substation.
You'll have men at the
harbor there in five minutes.
Good.
All right, let's move.
( action theme playing)
The money's waiting at the bank.
Chin's staked out, ready
to start trailing procedure.
Good. Now all we have
to do is find Victor's boat
and get there before they do.
Let's put it another way:
before Joyce's name turns up
on another
missing-persons report.
Chin Ho to Five-0.
Joyce is leaving the bank
now with Victor and Nora.
Same red convertible.
Tailing procedure underway.
Good, Chin. Stay with
them and keep in touch.
Five-0 to Dispatch.
This is Dispatch. Go ahead.
What's the status
of the boat search?
Honolulu reports
negative for all moorages.
Units are working
south to Hanauma Bay.
Kailua reports also
negative. Ditto at Kaneohe.
Units are now in Lanikai.
Okay, Five-0 out.
We're running out of time.
What if they don't find that boat?
I guess we'll have
to follow them to it
from Chin Ho's directions.
Yeah, and it could be anywhere.
And they could
have Joyce onboard
before we even get started.
Yeah, they could.
Kono to Five-0. Read me, Steve?
Yeah, Kono. Loud and clear.
We're at Kahana Bay.
Victor's boat is tied to a
public dock in the park.
Name doesn't match,
but the registration
and description do.
Nobody's around.
Good. Good, Kono.
We're on our way.
We're gonna cut it awful close.
I figured we got
about a half an hour
to get there and
get things fixed.
(engine starts)
( action theme playing)
(engine sputters)
Something's wrong.
She won't start.
I don't understand. It worked
perfectly well yesterday.
I'd just as soon
not go out today.
I'm... I've really got
a rotten headache.
Vic, please, just take
me back to the hotel.
No, no, no.
I guess we'll have to have
our celebration right here.
Nora, get the champagne.
Oh.
(chuckles)
There we are.
To your engagement.
To our engagement.
(breaks on deck)
Oh, I'm sorry, I... I'm
just nervous, I guess.
Get her another glass, Nora.
No, please. I... I
really don't feel well.
It wouldn't agree
with me. I-I...
I'd better just go
back to the hotel.
Money's all there. I counted it.
Want me to take her inside?
What do you mean,
take me inside?
Well, I'll tell
you, Helen, uh...
truth of the matter is,
we're getting ready to kill you.
It's a very silly joke, Vic.
It's no joke. We mean it.
I don't believe you.
Why would you wanna
do anything like that to me?
Now, Helen, this is getting
to be all rather boring.
I was hoping you'd
have the grace to die
with a smile on your
lips like the others have.
But unfortunately, your
clumsiness has ruined all that.
Let's go.
So we'll have to
find another way.
(boat running)
All right, Reese.
You're under arrest.
(gunshots)
( dark, brooding theme playing)
Joyce, you all right?
I'm fine, I think.
He's dead.
He always was the lucky one.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
theme playing)
(cork pops)
Whoa! (laughs)
Beautiful.
Well... are you ready?
(giggles) Oh, goodness,
I shouldn't have anymore.
That first one made me so dizzy.
Oh, come on.
No. One more toast.
All right.
That's it.
One more toast.
For you.
To you and Victor.
To a happy future.
(clink)
To us, darling.
To us, darling.
And to our new home.
And, oh, I'm so anxious
to see our new lot
and make plans.
And... Oh, Victor, it's
like a dream. A dream.
Look at that sky.
I wanna see it.
How lovely.
Oh, the sky is
really so beautiful.
Oh, Victor.
This is the happiest
day of my life.
Oh.
(glass shatters)
(gasping)
Well, it took her long enough.
I gave her the usual dose.
She was tougher than she looked.
Boring. Talked right
up to the last breath.
Oh.
WOMAN: Victor.
Victor. That was
at least two carats
A perfect stone.
Not worthy of you, my dear.
Uh, who'd ever know?
We could have had it reset.
And die on the word
of some blabbermouth jeweler?
No, thank you.
We've got a successful
proven operation.
Let's not spoil it.
( slow, dark theme playing)
It is a lovely sky, isn't it?
Yes. So peaceful.
( menacing theme playing)
Say our poem, Vic.
Full fathom five The widow lies:
And of her bones Are coral made;
Those are pearls
That were her eyes:
Nothing of her Now doth fade
But doth suffer A sea-change
Into something Rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly
Ring her knell:
Hark! now I hear
them... Ding-dong, bell.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Can you tell me where
McGarrett's office is?
Second floor, up those stairs.
Can't miss it, sir.
Eight-by-10 prints
on Martha Finch
up from the lab as directed.
Thank you, love.
Very distinctive.
No more than 10,000
women in Honolulu
can meet this
general description.
Okay, distribute through
all the regular channels.
Make sure we're
covered interisland, huh?
Coffee, Mr. Skaggs?
I beg your pardon? Coffee?
No, no, no. I never touch it.
One, May.
Here's the case file,
Steve. It's growing fast.
We got on it as
soon as you called.
Good.
Gentlemen, this is Tyler Skaggs,
the missing girl's attorney.
State Police Officers
Danny Williams,
Chin Ho Kelly and Kono Kalakaua.
Okay, what have we got?
Found her banking contract.
Yeah?
No action lately.
But she cashed $5,000
in traveler's checks
two weeks ago.
Let's look for a lady
with a big purse, huh?
Thanks, love.
How about car rentals?
Checked. No Martha Finch.
McGARRETT: Guided tour outfits?
DANNY: Zero.
McGARRETT: What
about a driver's license?
Double zero.
Internal Revenue, withholding?
She's not making any money here.
How about hotel
security officers?
Not registered anywhere.
Try the Visitors Bureau sheet?
STEVE: The
incoming reports stated
she was supposed to be here
for two weeks, only on Oahu.
No local address.
Anybody think to,
uh, check the utilities?
Wherever she's at, she's
got no gas, light or water.
Clean.
Too clean.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
What would you
suggest, Mr. Skaggs?
I suggest you stop talking
and start looking.
Where?
Well, police work is your job,
Mr. McGarrett, not mine.
Exactly.
Kono... Chin...
take some of those 8-by-10s.
Make sure that
every hotel doorman
and maitre d' in town get one.
Notify on sight.
Right, then what?
Check with the
public service directors
of the various radio
and television stations.
See if we can get some
spot announcements.
And then?
Then use your
imagination and training.
You're a rich haole lady,
and you wanna disappear.
What would you do?
Man, that'll take a
whole lot of imagination.
Come on, brother.
Danno.
Feed this whole
thing into the computer
and see if you can come
up with anything like it.
Run out any similarities
on missing women
and where they were found.
Okay, Steve. It'll
take some time,
I gotta pull the files by hand
on whatever names
the machine turns up.
You're not getting very
far, are you, McGarrett?
How would you know?
Well, I've seen a lot of
hustle, bustle and dust,
but all you've come
up with is wind.
Not exactly, Mr. Skaggs.
I can tell you something
about Martha Finch right now.
Some wild guess, McGarrett?
Police instinct.
When somebody vanishes
as completely as this
for this length of time...
either Martha Finch
wanted to disappear...
or she's dead.
WOMAN (over PA):
Announcing Flight 14
from New York and Los Angeles
now arriving at Gate 8.
Well...
Try and find one that
plays three-handed bridge.
I always ask, for your sake.
Oh, and go easy on the pâté.
You put on 2 pounds
on the last voyage.
You're so thoughtful for me.
Well, I don't care myself.
But your appearance
means a lot to the business.
Well, I wish you
were coming with me,
at least on the flight.
It's getting to be a real bore.
I have enough to do here.
Perhaps there will be a
good film on the plane.
Oh, a nice romantic one.
That's what I'd like.
That's the kind that really
brings tears to my eyes.
Flight 190 for Los
Angeles and Chicago
now ready for
boarding at Gate 9.
Aloha, baby.
(plane droning overhead)
Milly.
Oh, hi, McGarrett.
Gotta see the man.
Not in, McGarrett.
Where is he? Lunch.
Where?
Come on, Milly. It's urgent.
(sighs)
Well, the place he
goes when he usually
doesn't wanna be disturbed.
Thanks, love. Know it well.
(chuckles)
( light, bouncy theme playing)
Governor?
Steve.
Heh. I see you found me again.
I'm sorry to bother you, sir,
but I think we've come
up with something.
Oh, sit down. Thank you.
Papaya, apple?
No, thank you.
Ten?
At least ten, maybe more.
How did you uncover this, Steve?
I put Danny Williams to work on
the old Missing Persons Index.
We were looking for a way to
go on this Martha Finch case.
He turned up those,
all in the suspense file.
None of the cases ever closed.
All right, spell it out.
Well... the cases turn
up about once a month.
Too many factors alike
for it to be a coincidence.
Women are always
between 30 and 50.
Always widowed or single...
traveling alone.
Return reservations
always canceled.
Never any close relatives
that miss them too soon.
Sometimes the first
missing report didn't come in
till two months after
the woman checked out,
leaving no return address.
Some of them must have
got back home eventually.
No. We checked
that out too, sir.
We wired the police at the
point of origin of the complaint.
Ten different mainland
cities. Ten cases still open.
Yet there's not a shred
of physical evidence.
No unidentified bodies,
no clothing left behind,
no, uh, valuables
reported missing.
Nothing.
That's too much
coincidence, Steve.
And there's a clincher.
Each one of them had money.
In every case...
there was a large
transfer of money here
from a mainland bank just
before the disappearance.
So add it up.
Well, the way I read it, sir...
first comes the
swindle... then a murder.
And it's got to be stopped.
Two million guests a
year pass through here.
We invite them.
And we're responsible
for their safety.
( dramatic theme playing)
McGarrett...
I think you take some
sort of a perverse pleasure
in running me around
on wild-goose chases.
All you have to do is
take a look at the girl.
Then I can spare your company.
But why do we have to
come all the way out here?
Why couldn't you bring
her down to your office?
Because we had no
charge on which to hold her.
She wouldn't come with Danny,
but she agreed to see you here.
(guitar being strummed)
(door closes)
You're joking, of course.
No member of the Finch family
would be found
mixed up with this...
This subculture.
Just take a look
at the girl, huh?
Martha?
Hi, Tyler.
Martha.
Well, there must be some reason
for this strange
behavior of yours.
This weird costume
you're wearing.
I don't know. What's
the reason for yours?
You know, none of this is
really very funny, Martha.
I suppose you did get my notice
about the expiration
date on these oil leases?
Uh-huh. I'm not interested.
(paper hits ground)
Nonsense.
Of course you are.
You still don't dig, man.
I'd have to live forever
to spend half my bread.
As it is, the interest piles up
faster than I can throw it away.
That's not the point.
Yeah, it is.
This is all the... The
nerve ends I've got.
I can't buy more.
Now, why should I worry
about making money
for someone like you?
Well, if you'll just sign these,
why, we'll...
worry about your
new philosophy later.
No.
Martha, I don't have time
to play games with you.
Then stop playing and listen.
The word is "no."
And by the way, you're fired.
Martha, you are an
intelligent woman.
Now, surely you know
that you cannot continue
to act in this
unreasonable manner.
Tyler, I inherited
you and the money
when I was just a dumb girl.
And you've both
bugged me long enough.
Now, this hippie scene
may not be the answer,
but it's taught me one thing:
I can do what I want.
And I dearly want to be
rid of you. So goodbye.
Martha, I will
take you to court.
I will petition them to...
To appoint a... A
business manager.
A-a conservator for you.
I already have one.
Who is he?
Pepito!
(continues strumming guitar)
Where did you find him?
In a tree.
Would you mind
driving me to town?
I have to keep an
appointment with my shrink.
Sure.
Well, you're a
witness, McGarrett.
You can testify to
her unreasonable
and abnormal behavior
when I take her to court.
I don't think it'll do
any good, Mr. Skaggs.
There's no law that can force
the rich to get richer.
Well, there should be.
Any time we can help you find
another missing
person, let us know.
Peace, brother.
(car door closes)
McGarrett! (car starts)
Wow.
(car door closes)
(people laugh, applaud)
Steve.
We got another one.
Let's have a look.
Name's Anne Hayes. Age, 34.
Widow. No immediate family.
Came over on a cruise
ship a couple of months ago.
Checked in at the Ilikai,
checked out two weeks later.
Return reservation
by plane canceled.
The inquiry was
made by a nephew,
forwarded by the Cincinnati P.D.
Missing Persons
can't turn up a trace.
What was the, uh, sailing
date of the ship she was on?
Uh... early August.
How about the money angle?
She was carrying
a letter of credit
on her bank in Cincinnati.
She negotiated $20,000 on it
a week after she left the hotel.
No banking activity since then.
Yep. Here it is again.
Take a look.
"Victor Rawlins." Who is he?
He's the one common
link in every case.
In every case the
women came over by ship,
first class, San
Francisco to Hawaii.
Ten times... 11 now
he's been on a ship
that brought them over.
He's the only repeat passenger
on every voyage.
Seems a little more
than a coincidence.
Still, it's no crime.
No. All we have is a name.
Nobody to go with it.
How do we find him?
Here's the makeup for the ship
sailing day after tomorrow
from San Francisco.
He's booked again.
You'll be on that ship, Danno.
My job is to see
how he operates.
What do we use for bait?
How about a nice,
young, rich widow?
That's Joyce.
Yeah, do you know her?
Sure I know her.
And her two little kids.
You can't hand her this
kind of an assignment, Steve.
Why not?
Because it's too risky.
Policewoman Joyce Weber,
last seven years on
Bunco Squad, H.P.D.
Outstanding record,
dozen citations.
Sound qualified?
Of course she is.
That's not the point.
We screened at least
a dozen possibilities
with chief, Dan.
She's the one. The best.
I don't like it.
Nobody asked you.
Make up a complete cover history
for her, with
documents to prove it.
Can you have them
by noon tomorrow?
Sure.
Forgery was my best subject.
All right, Joyce,
final checkout.
What's your name?
Helen May Carlson.
Maiden name was Fitzsimmons.
Tell me about your husband.
His name was
Walter Alan Carlson.
He died about a year ago.
We lived in Portland,
Oregon at 4225 Alfred Street.
Where did you get your money?
My husband's family had money.
And he was a successful
insurance executive
with Northwest Underwriters.
Being insurance conscious,
he left me a very large policy.
Ever been to Hawaii before?
Never. I'm going over to
see if I can make a new start.
Everything at home
reminds me of Walt.
I wanna get away from all that.
Anyone close to you,
Anybody who would miss you?
No. We had no children.
Walt had no
brothers and sisters.
My only sister
lives in New York.
I'm sort of alone in the world.
What's your bank?
First National of Portland.
Account number 561-322.
Okay.
Show me your driver's license.
Social-security card.
Bankbook.
Letter of credit.
Marriage license.
Picture of your husband.
Why do you carry
your marriage license
if your husband is dead?
Just foolish
sentimentality, I guess.
Still clinging to the past.
That's why I want a new start.
Good girl. You'll do fine. Okay.
From here in,
you're on your own.
I don't wanna be seen with you.
How about my bags?
Danny checked them through.
You can pick
your overnight bag
up in San Francisco.
The rest will go
right to the ship.
There's your taxi.
Where will I meet Danny?
On the ship. He'll contact you.
Okay, Joyce.
Be careful and go with God.
Joyce.
I goofed already.
Yeah. And that can
cost you your life.
Mahalo.
What does that mean?
Good girl.
Why should you know mahalo
means "thank you," huh?
You've never been to
Hawaii before, have you?
Never.
( slow, placid theme playing)
So I said to the captain:
"Well, if that's the situation,
just let me speak to
the chef personally."
Oh, uh, the chef, you know,
is recently divorced.
And he has an ulcer,
of all things. So I...
Excuse me.
But that... That lady
standing over there.
Yes, what about her?
Well, I... I don't know.
She looks familiar,
but I can't place her.
Isn't she at your table?
Yes, poor thing.
She's terribly shy
and withdrawn.
You can hardly pry
an answer out of her.
She's obviously
just gone into a shell
since her husband was killed.
Oh. How did it happen?
Some sort of plane crash
in the Rocky
Mountains somewhere.
The fool had gone
hunting, leaving that
dear girl at home by herself.
Well, there was a blizzard or
something, and down he went.
Oh, I daresay, it's
been very hard for her.
Why, he left her in
financial difficulty?
Oh, no, nothing like that.
Quite the contrary, so I gather.
Although she
hardly speaks of it.
He was a big
insurance executive.
And I guess
he was pretty
proud of his product.
Money was all he left her.
He couldn't have children,
which is what she really wanted.
It's strange. I'm
sure I know her.
Met her somewhere.
Isn't her name Marie?
No. No, it's Helen.
Helen Carlson from
Portland, Oregon.
Never out of there
in her whole...
Well, I'm sorry.
Afraid I'm gonna
have to leave you now.
I've got some
business with the purser
that I have to attend to.
You know, it's always a pleasure
talking to you, Mrs. Willoughby.
Will we, uh, see you later
on the shuffleboard deck?
Oh, gee, I'll try. But
don't count on me.
I have something important
that I should attend to.
Excuse me, will you? Mm-hm.
( slow, mysterious
theme playing)
( slow, moody theme playing)
Care to play a game?
No, thank you.
Mind if I watch?
Met him yet?
You will soon. He's going
through your stateroom.
Good. That shows a
certain amount of interest.
Joyce, be careful. Don't take
any unnecessary chances.
We don't know how
these people operate.
We'll both do it the
best way we know how.
He just came in
across the lounge.
He's talking to the steward.
Well, if you ever learn
that game, look me up.
I beg your pardon.
Mrs. Helen May Carlson?
Yes.
I believe this is yours.
I've been losing
everything lately. Thank you.
Not at all.
How did you know it was mine?
Well, I took the liberty of
asking the deck steward
whose cabin that was.
Well, thank you very much.
I... I'm afraid I've put
you to a lot of bother.
It was well worth it.
I have an old-fashioned
sense of responsibility,
and now it's satisfied.
I'm sorry, won't you sit down?
Well, the young man,
uh, isn't he returning?
I hope not.
Well, my name is
Rawlins. Victor Rawlins.
Pleasure to meet you.
I see you have an interesting
problem set up here.
One of the chief interests
of my life is chess.
I'm afraid I'm badly
out of practice.
I haven't played much this...
This last year.
Hm. Well, then you won't
notice how badly I play.
(chuckles)
Now, about that problem...
( slow, playful theme playing)
(typewriters clacking)
What do we got?
From Danny. Just came in.
We're in the ball game.
Chin, come in here
right away, please.
Run this through
gun registration.
See what we come up with.
It's done.
What do you know
about laundry marks?
Well, some of my best
ancestors are Chinese.
Do you think we can locate
the place that uses that?
This look like a case
for my Uncle Chan.
(speaking in Chinese)
Confucius once said,
"We got a winner, boss."
Let's go. Come on.
(band playing festive music)
(crowd chattering)
Nora!
This is my sister, Nora.
This is Helen Carlson.
Welcome to Hawaii.
Hello.
Aloha.
Thank you.
She absolutely saved my life.
VICTOR: Made the
whole voyage a delight,
except for one thing. She
beat me in chess three times.
Oh, congratulations.
Vic usually beats me.
I hope you'll help me
keep him in his place.
I'll do the best I can.
(guffaws)
Hey, hey. Ha-ha.
Smile.
(clicks)
Man, that shirt's blinding me.
So was the price.
How's Joyce doing?
Beautifully. A real pro.
Any line on the swindle?
So far it's all
hearts and flowers.
He's the perfect gentleman.
Got anything on the sister?
It's not his
sister, it's his wife.
What else do you know?
His name is Reese, not Rawlins.
He's got two expensive cars
and a beautiful big home up
on Tantalus Drive in the hills.
Internal Revenue has
him down as an art dealer
reporting $18,000 last year.
He spends twice that
amount, always in cash.
Very interesting. But none
of it will impress the DA.
Have we got
anything to pull him in?
Not even a traffic citation.
He's clean. Absolutely clean.
We've gotta find
another way to go, Steve.
Gotta pull Joyce out.
When I went through Victor's
cabin, I found some capsules.
I ran them through
the ship's pharmacy.
Poison, aconite.
Aconite?
That's right.
The minute they even
suspect Joyce, she's dead.
Another wonderful evening.
I hate to see it end,
but I am awfully tired.
Get some sleep.
We have some wonderful
sights to show you tomorrow.
You and Nora have done
nothing but entertain me.
You really don't have to, Vic.
Nonsense, it's what I wanna do.
Now, you must know how
serious I am about you.
Hm?
It's... It's just
been a long time.
All right.
Good night.
(metal pinging)
(sighs)
Sorry to startle you...
but it's time for a talk.
I've been trying to contact you,
but I... I can't get
out of their sight.
It's like being in
an invisible net.
That's why I'm here. We've
taken over the adjoining suite.
Now, uh, somebody will
be listening all the time.
The door's fixed in case
you need us in a hurry.
Oh, that's good to know.
Listen... where do we stand?
Have you got enough
to make a case?
We've got absolutely nothing
except what you can tell us.
Well, then you've
really got nothing.
They're so
charming, it's spooky.
Any attempt to get money?
No, but I think it
may be coming.
He keeps talking about
a great piece of property
up in the hills.
He says he wants to buy it,
but something's
holding up the deal.
Then the only thing
we know for sure
is that we've got
the right couple, huh?
Joyce, I wanna
tell you something.
You can get out of this
right now if you want to.
We can get you
out of here tonight,
and you'll never have to
see either one of them again.
No, no, no, no.
I couldn't live with
myself if we let
these slimy
parasites off the hook.
And I couldn't live with myself
if anything happened to you.
I'll yell if I need you.
Good. And I'll be
there. I promise.
( slow, moody theme playing)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Steve, I think you're
wrong. It's too dangerous.
Can you come up with something?
Any other way of
getting the job done?
Pull Joyce out. Get a
warrant. Give the house
a thorough going-over.
There's gotta be something
to tie them to the
previous victims.
Let the crime lab in
there with a microscope.
As far as we
know, not one victim
has been allowed
near that house.
What about jewelry?
If we could come
up with even one
identifiable item, at least...
(knock on door) Come in.
You'd be surprised
how much all tourists
in aloha shirts and muumuus
look alike to hotel help.
Any positive identifications?
I found a few who
remembered seeing
one of the women
in the pictures...
a few who thought they
saw Victor and Nora,
but none of them would swear
they'd ever seen them together.
What about their car?
We got to the garage owner.
When the car came in for
service, we vacuumed it.
Every crevice.
Anything?
The crime lab sifted it.
No blood, no epidermis,
no threads, no hairs.
Nothing. Just good
old Hawaiian lepo.
What?
Dirt.
Well...
whether we like it or
not, it's still up to Joyce.
(file hits desk)
JOYCE: Oh, Vic,
it's just perfect.
VIC: It would be perfect
if we could share it.
JOYCE: You're making
it very hard to say no.
VIC: Well, then say yes.
If you say yes, we can
build our honeymoon house
right here on this lot.
It's as simple as that?
If I say the wish,
it comes true?
Well... it's not quite
that simple, but...
I'll make it come true.
What's the problem?
Oh... sort of complicated.
You see, I sold my house...
The one I told you about
up by the university?
Well, I sold it
intending to buy this lot
and build here right away.
And the fellow I
sold to up and died.
Had a heart attack.
And so now his
estate is tied up,
And my money is in it, you see.
And it may be two
months before it's settled.
But you're bound to
get it then, aren't you?
Oh, of course. But
in the meantime
my option to buy
this lot is expiring,
and there's another
buyer just waiting to...
You know, he's prepared
to step in and pay cash.
There must be other
lots you can buy.
Not bargains like this.
My option to buy
this lot is 30,000 cash.
The other buyer is
prepared to step in
and pay 40,000 if
my option expires.
So even if you didn't
wanna build here,
you'd make money
buying this property.
Oh, 10,000 overnight.
But... I'd rather have
this lot for our home.
Vic? Mm?
I have money we could use.
Oh, no, you don't.
Oh, no. None of that.
You know, I don't know
what it is with you and Nora,
but she's already
agreed to let me
mortgage the
gallery if we need to.
And I think she thinks she's
found a sister or something.
She's gonna help
me raise the money.
But there's no need of all that.
I could get the money easily.
Well...
Ah, you know...
we need the money
rather quickly.
My option expires next week.
I have a letter of
credit on a bank here.
It's at the hotel.
I could probably
get the money right away. Today.
Does this mean that
you accept my proposal?
Oh, darling.
Mmm. Baby.
I tell you what we'll do.
I'll, uh... I'll drive
you to your hotel...
and we'll get in touch
with Nora and tell her.
And tonight the three
of us will celebrate
with a sunset cruise.
You have a boat?
Mm. A little surprise
been saving to show you.
Just a... It's nothing.
A 40-foot runabout.
Victor, I suspect
there are a lot of things
you haven't told me about.
Very few.
Very few.
But tonight, in honor
of the occasion,
I promise you a
surprise of a lifetime.
( dark, mysterious
theme playing)
(phone buzzes)
McGarrett.
Yeah, Joyce.
Yeah, we saw Victor drive
away. How you doing, honey?
Okay, except I'm a
little short of funds.
I need $30,000 this afternoon.
I'm helping Victor
buy some real estate.
We know the location.
We've been keeping you
in sight all morning.
That's good because
I have a feeling
my life expectancy
will drop sharply after
I hand over the money.
Well, we can move
in now if you want.
We could at least get
them on swindling charges.
No. No, uh, hold off till later.
You may find out
about the murders too.
They're taking me
out on a boat ride.
Victor's private cabin cruiser.
Where is it? What's the name?
He wouldn't tell me
anything about it.
It's a little surprise, he says.
All right, we'll find it.
Now, the money will
be waiting for you at 2:30
at the First Central Bank.
You'll be followed from there.
You need anything else?
Just a lot of courage.
You've already got enough
of that for all of us, love.
Take care, huh?
Danny, Kono.
May, get me the harbor
commissioner's office,
Boat Registration.
Danny, make me up a
packet of marked bills, $30,000,
to be delivered to First Central
Bank at 2 p.m. this afternoon.
Right.
Kono, get me a
bug with a transistor
small enough to plant,
and a receiver-recorder.
Put them in my car. I'll
be down in five minutes.
On the line. It's Ron.
Ron?
Yeah. McGarrett, Five-0.
I need the complete
make on a boat
registered to Victor
or Nora Reese.
Yeah, Reese. R-E-E-S-E.
McGARRETT: We
need about a dozen men
to cover the various
moorages around Honolulu.
Another half a dozen for
the Kailua-Kaneohe area.
Probably two or three to cover
the southern tip of the island.
We'll be in constant
radio contact.
I don't have to
tell you, lieutenant,
we're working against time.
You've got the
description and registration.
I'll get on the radio and
contact the Kailua substation.
You'll have men at the
harbor there in five minutes.
Good.
All right, let's move.
( action theme playing)
The money's waiting at the bank.
Chin's staked out, ready
to start trailing procedure.
Good. Now all we have
to do is find Victor's boat
and get there before they do.
Let's put it another way:
before Joyce's name turns up
on another
missing-persons report.
Chin Ho to Five-0.
Joyce is leaving the bank
now with Victor and Nora.
Same red convertible.
Tailing procedure underway.
Good, Chin. Stay with
them and keep in touch.
Five-0 to Dispatch.
This is Dispatch. Go ahead.
What's the status
of the boat search?
Honolulu reports
negative for all moorages.
Units are working
south to Hanauma Bay.
Kailua reports also
negative. Ditto at Kaneohe.
Units are now in Lanikai.
Okay, Five-0 out.
We're running out of time.
What if they don't find that boat?
I guess we'll have
to follow them to it
from Chin Ho's directions.
Yeah, and it could be anywhere.
And they could
have Joyce onboard
before we even get started.
Yeah, they could.
Kono to Five-0. Read me, Steve?
Yeah, Kono. Loud and clear.
We're at Kahana Bay.
Victor's boat is tied to a
public dock in the park.
Name doesn't match,
but the registration
and description do.
Nobody's around.
Good. Good, Kono.
We're on our way.
We're gonna cut it awful close.
I figured we got
about a half an hour
to get there and
get things fixed.
(engine starts)
( action theme playing)
(engine sputters)
Something's wrong.
She won't start.
I don't understand. It worked
perfectly well yesterday.
I'd just as soon
not go out today.
I'm... I've really got
a rotten headache.
Vic, please, just take
me back to the hotel.
No, no, no.
I guess we'll have to have
our celebration right here.
Nora, get the champagne.
Oh.
(chuckles)
There we are.
To your engagement.
To our engagement.
(breaks on deck)
Oh, I'm sorry, I... I'm
just nervous, I guess.
Get her another glass, Nora.
No, please. I... I
really don't feel well.
It wouldn't agree
with me. I-I...
I'd better just go
back to the hotel.
Money's all there. I counted it.
Want me to take her inside?
What do you mean,
take me inside?
Well, I'll tell
you, Helen, uh...
truth of the matter is,
we're getting ready to kill you.
It's a very silly joke, Vic.
It's no joke. We mean it.
I don't believe you.
Why would you wanna
do anything like that to me?
Now, Helen, this is getting
to be all rather boring.
I was hoping you'd
have the grace to die
with a smile on your
lips like the others have.
But unfortunately, your
clumsiness has ruined all that.
Let's go.
So we'll have to
find another way.
(boat running)
All right, Reese.
You're under arrest.
(gunshots)
( dark, brooding theme playing)
Joyce, you all right?
I'm fine, I think.
He's dead.
He always was the lucky one.
( upbeat surf theme playing)