Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 12, Episode 18 - The Moroville Covenant - full transcript
The deceased was
full of chloral hydrate,
and the horse
was feeling no pain.
You mean the horse
was drugged too?
It's been so long.
We have teenage memories.
A hundred thousand
dollars will go a long way
to making up for
these past 20 years.
"Strange journey from Moroville,
Idaho," as someone once said.
Why me, Steve?
McGARRETT: Because I
want the best speaker available
for the police
graduation luncheon.
I never learned public speaking.
That's why I want you. We won't
have a cliché~laden luncheon.
You flatter me.
But I don't think I'm qualified.
Oh, Dave, of course you are.
You studied at the FBI Academy
after you got out of law school.
And you're gonna
be our next senator.
I wish I had your
kind of confidence.
It's a rotten business,
Dave: politics.
I don't know why
you want any part of it.
But you've got my vote.
You should be my
campaign manager.
No, no. Thanks. I've got enough
problems right where I am.
When did you say
this graduation was?
Next Friday.
That's only a week and
a half before election.
~ I have a very hectic
schedule. ~ Dave,
consider it from
this point of view.
The newspapers have
guaranteed full coverage,
and TV stations will
carry it statewide.
Now, that kind of coverage
can never hurt a candidate.
Okay, Steve.
I'll make a deal with you.
I'll speak at the graduation
banquet on two conditions.
Name them.
No creamed chicken and
peas, and give me a lift home.
My car's in the shop.
You got them.
Senator.
It's been a strange
journey, Steve.
From a little town in Idaho to
here, and now maybe Washington.
You'd have to be a clairvoyant
to see all that 20 years ago.
McGARRETT: You
mean, you didn't see it?
No. But somebody did.
McGARRETT: Oh, yeah.
How's your Margot taking it?
The usual composure.
And she's right not to go
off into the stratosphere.
The polls right now
are nip and tuck.
McGARRETT: Don't forget
you're fighting an incumbent.
- ~ You know Lori.
- Of course I do.
~ Hi, Mr. Lawrence. ~
Hello, Lori. Keep you waiting?
I was just standing here,
quietly trying to figure out
what your majority is going to be.
~ Ha~ha~ha. ~ We
might even vote for you.
Ha, ha. ~ I'm depending on it.
Thank you.
Well, thanks for the lift.
Oh, incidentally, I still go
horseback riding every morning,
and you're still invited.
You too, Lori. The Mauna
Loa Academy out in Wahiawa.
Hold it. Just a minute, Dave.
Are you all right?
~ Yeah, I'm okay.
You know, he's
been following us.
~ Did you get a good
look at him? ~ No.
~ Lori? ~ No.
I remember spotting him in
that parking lot, downtown.
He had a slight limp.
Would you like to come in?
No, thank you, Margot.
I've got to take Lori home.
If you'll excuse us.
Thanks very much, folks.
NEWSMAN: Good morning.
It's 76 degrees in Honolulu.
Going to an expected
high of 83 degrees.
We interrupt this broadcast to
bring you the following special bulletin
from our on~the~scene reporter.
This is your KGMB mobile unit
on the scene where
a man and horse,
in a tragic accident,
plunged down the steep mountainside
this morning to their deaths.
The medics are arriving,
and perhaps we'll get some
clue to this unfortunate accident,
some theory to
explain what happened
at the Mauna Loa Riding
Academy trails on Heather Drive.
No identification has been
found on the dead man.
Now, back to our studio.
Hold it a second, please.
I'd like to take a look.
It's not pretty.
Hold it, guys.
The radio said no ID.
How about Jack
Smith, Lori? Not on him.
There's nothing on him. No
wallet, no cards, no papers.
When he went to the stables to sign
up for a mount, that's the name he gave.
What happened?
Horse bolted, I guess.
That riding trail is lined
with trees and brush,
but when that horse came
through it was like tall grass.
Outdoor type, middle~40s,
but it's not the
Hawaiian sun on his face.
Ben says, "Wind, long exposure."
Could he have had a limp?
Left leg's an inch
shorter than the right.
The shinbone was
crushed in two places.
Compound fracture
is about 10 years old.
And other evidence
of, uh, broken bones:
shoulder, wrist...
Rodeo rider? Bronc
buster, maybe?
But if he was a rodeo hand,
you'd think he'd be able to handle
a spooked horse better than that.
Okay, Lori, stay there.
~ See what you can
come up with. ~ Right.
We'd like a report
on the horse too, Ben.
The horse? They must be nuts.
I heard the roving
reporter on the car radio,
and I detoured to take a look.
I remembered your riding
academy up on Mauna Loa.
I heard the reports.
It was a terrible accident.
Did you tell Steve
all about this?
He wondered if you
went riding this morning.
~ Yes, I did. ~ Hmm.
And that's why you wanted
to have lunch with me.
Well, it is kind of
an odd coincidence.
Yes. I can see that.
I was there, Lori.
I saw it happen.
I might have been
responsible for his death.
What do you mean?
I was coming back up
the trail, after my ride.
He was riding toward me.
There was something
funny, he looked out of control.
If I hadn't hesitated,
just that second or two...
There is something called
reaction time, you know?
I wouldn't have hesitated a
millionth of a second if it were Margot.
That's instinctive.
Whatever instincts really are.
Well, why didn't I react
with my instinct then?
Or, as I sat there frozen,
did I believe it could be
dangerous if I did reach him?
If I did try to pull
up that crazy horse?
I could have gone
over the cliff with him.
Was I afraid?
Is that what held me back, Lori?
Did you recognize the man?
No. Why?
I think he was the man who
was following us yesterday.
The man with the limp?
Well, who was he?
Have you identified him?
We're investigating.
No prints on file in Washington?
Isn't that unusual, lieutenant?
Okay, I appreciate that.
~ Lieutenant Akane? ~ Right.
He said you got everything
at the riding academy he did.
Everything, being the name
of the deceased. Jack Smith.
Hmm.
You know, that was really
a good hunch Steve had
about, uh, Jack Smith being
too obvious to be an alias.
Hmm. What about the airlines?
Yeah, Smith came
in on Flight 247
from San Francisco
yesterday afternoon.
~ And the car? ~
Dark green sedan
rented at the
airport to Jack Smith.
~ Did he use a
credit card? ~ Cash.
Steve and Duke are waiting.
~ Where? ~ Royal Palm Motel.
All right. Oh, my purse.
Thank you.
That's the car that was
following us yesterday.
Find anything, Steve?
Not much.
Duke found a
roundtrip bus ticket.
"Moroville." Where's that?
I called the bus company.
It's a little town in Idaho.
Idaho? Does that
mean anything, Steve?
Oh, maybe. Jack Smith.
I can't believe that name,
but apparently it's his real one.
He takes a bus from
Moroville to San Francisco.
Then a plane here.
And then a car to
Dave Lawrence's house.
But he takes off like a rabbit
and tries to run me down
when he realizes I
spotted him tailing us.
The same Jack
Smith hires a horse
at the Mauna Loa Riding
Academy this morning.
McGARRETT: Where
Dave Lawrence rides often,
and where, in a bizarre
accident, Smith is found dead,
with all his ID missing.
Hello, Mr. McGarrett.
Hi, lieutenant. Anything?
~ You didn't get the
coroner's report? ~ No.
~ Murder? ~ Yep.
The deceased was
full of chloral hydrate,
and the horse
was feeling no pain.
~ You mean the horse
was drugged? ~ No question.
That horse's bloodstream was
loaded with a powerful amphetamine,
and we've picked up
some heavy sugar content.
Probably soaked
in sugar cubes, huh?
Right.
But what spooked the horse
was a deep jab in his rump
with a sharp instrument
that pierced his hide.
"Strange journey from Moroville,
Idaho," as someone once said.
You told Steve it
was a strange journey
from a little town in Idaho.
What little town, Mr. Lawrence?
Why do you ask?
Jack Smith, the man
who rode to his death,
was also from a
little town in Idaho.
Moroville.
So you did track him down.
I was born in Moroville.
You said you
didn't recognize him.
I didn't.
Not when he drove by in
his car the other evening.
But you recognized him
at the academy, didn't you?
Yes.
By then I knew who Smith was.
When you and Steve
dropped me off at home,
I had some reading to do.
~ Who could that
be? ~ I don't know.
Yes?
So you're David Lawrence.
Yes. Can I help you?
I'm Jack Smith.
I'm Eva's husband.
Eva?
Eva Pritchard?
No... Ha, ha.
Eva Smith now.
How is she?
Is she all right?
Sure. Sure, she's all right.
Not living as good as you.
Maybe that will all change now.
A hundred thousand
dollars will go a long way
to making up for these...
For these past 20 years.
What I half~suspected
all these years,
I finally dragged
out of Eva, huh?
What happened before we met,
before we got married.
Now, if you want all of that to
hit the fan, that's okay with me.
For a hundred big ones, I
go back to the mountains,
and Eva and you
go on to Washington
and be the big~shot
senator as if I never found out.
Blackmail.
Oh, no, no, no. I call it
payment for 20 years of silence.
No.
What?
No. I won't be blackmailed.
I wonder what it would be worth to
the guy that's running against you.
Get out.
He hasn't thought
it all out yet.
I thought about this
for the past 20 years.
Well, now it's
different, Lawrence.
Now, it's not just your
conscience about a felony.
Now, you~~ Now you have a wife
and a cushy law practice
and getting elected senator,
so you can have breakfast
with the president, hmm?
All that's out the window if...
Get out.
Talk it over with the
missus, Lawrence.
Sleep on it.
Who's Eva?
A girl...
A young woman I knew...
A long time ago.
I haven't seen her or
spoken to her in over 20 years.
The blackmail involves her?
And me.
He must have followed me to the
riding academy yesterday morning
to press the blackmail.
When I saw his horse
running across that clearing,
maybe I wanted him to die.
Maybe that's why I
froze that half~second.
So it would be too late.
Dave told me about
Smith that night.
I see. Who else did you tell?
I called three of our party men.
Phil McCorkendale,
our labor man;
George Sulieman,
financial man, fundraiser;
Winnie Winston, State chairman.
They all came to my
house night before last.
I told them that a 20~year~old
scandal was about to break
because I had just turned
down a blackmail threat.
And I said I was gonna
withdraw my name as a candidate
because I did not want to embarrass
my party, or my law associate.
They couldn't let Dave
quit. They said it was too late.
They were committed to him.
Did you tell them what
the scandal was about?
~ No. ~ What was
it, Mr. Lawrence?
Well, whatever it was is
academic now. Smith's dead.
Mr. Lawrence, what
happened 20 years ago?
It's done. Finished.
No, it isn't. A man
was murdered,
and there's nothing
academic about that.
Then after a half~hour
argument with the district attorney,
he agreed to hold off 24 hours.
That doesn't give
Kimo a lot of time.
More than we thought we'd get.
The DA had a point, Steve.
He said, "From all
the evidence so far,
not only is David Lawrence
withholding evidence,
he's uncooperative."
Yeah, well, that's
a matter of opinion.
I think that's why he's
giving us the extra 24 hours.
He's as curious
about what happened
in Moroville, Idaho 20
years ago as we are.
Besides, he's up for
reelection. He's playing it safe.
Do you think they'll ever separate
law enforcement from politics?
~ Never. ~ You're
a cynic, Steve.
Right. Virtue is the only good,
and self~control the only
means of achieving virtue.
Who said that?
The original cynic.
Antisthenes of Athens.
~ Who else could get away with it?
- Ha~ha~ha.
Did you find what
you was looking for?
Uh, just the vital statistics.
"David Lawrence,
born June 29th, 1937,
to Sarah and Eugene
Lawrence in Moroville."
Population was 632 then.
Uh...
You don't, uh, remember any,
uh, event, scandal, or an accident
involving David
Lawrence here, do you?
I'm sorry.
~ This is range
country, isn't it? ~ Yeah.
Uh, maybe something,
uh, outside of town?
I don't know any
Lawrence family.
Say, you might do
better over at the paper.
Uh, Sarah May's done
lived here most all her life.
Okay. Thanks a lot.
Sure, I knew about
the blackmail attempt,
but Lawrence is my union's man
and we can't very well switch
horses in the middle of a stretch run.
You know, that guy
Smith was a parasite.
Lawrence is a good man.
He'll be a good senator.
Wasn't Smith's murder a stroke of luck
for you personally, Mr. McCorkendale?
What are you referring to?
Your handling of the
union pension fund.
That wasn't my handling.
It was my responsibility,
but the handling was done in
Philadelphia, national headquarters.
And Lawrence promises to press
for a Philadelphia investigation
if he's elected, right?
That's one reason
I'm backing him.
And that's what I said.
Smith dying was a
stroke of luck for you too.
What are you hinting at, Lukela?
Are you accusing me of murder?
Because if you are, you
better book me right now.
Otherwise, get off my case.
Somewhere there
in the winter of '58.
'58? ~ Yeah.
'58.
Right you are, Miss...
May. Sarah May.
Sarah May.
"With visibility close to zero,
an accident near the Stone
Creek Road last Tuesday
took the life of
Minerva Lawrence, 67.
Eva Pritchard was
driving the family Edsel
and skidded off the slippery
road and struck Minerva
as she was crossing
from the hen house.
In the car at the time
was David Lawrence,
uh, Minerva's nephew.
He immediately went for help,
but by the time Dr. Thompson
got there, Minerva was dead.
The young couple was just
returning from the movies in town."
That's, uh, it? Uh, an
accident in a snowstorm?
That's it.
Of course, Minnie dying
solved a little problem
for young Davey Lawrence.
What problem?
Well, Davey wanted to go
to law school at Stanford.
That's a pay school.
Ever since his folks died,
he'd been living with
his rich, old, Aunt Minnie.
She was dead set against
spending all that money on schooling.
Yeah, I see.
~ So when she died... ~
That solved the problem.
The story says here,
uh, "The young couple."
~ Were they married?
~ Keeping company. Ha.
Never did understand
why they broke up.
Davey went away to Stanford,
and Eva, she married
Smitty about a year later.
That'd be around May, June '59.
'59. Uh, does, um, Eva
still live in Moroville?
About 30 miles north.
Right off the highway.
Okay, Sarah May, uh,
thank you very much.
Welcome.
You're here about
that man Smith's death.
His murder. SULIEMAN:
Of course. His murder.
Ha, ha. Most distressing.
But an extortionist
takes certain risks
when he practices
his trade, doesn't he?
Tell me something about the First
Unified Banking Group, Mr. Sulieman.
They're a conglomerate.
Competitors of yours?
Oh, intense and
unprincipled competitors.
You're pressing the Justice
Department to investigate them
in connection with
antitrust violations?
And if David
Lawrence is elected,
he promises to press
those investigations.
Ah, so your interest in
David Lawrence's election
is more than altruistic.
Altruism has nothing to
do with politics, Miss Wilson.
And if you know my motive for
wanting that extortionist dead,
I assume, uh, you
know everybody else's.
Winnie Winston's for instance.
Steve McGarrett has
it on the best authority.
What best authority?
I'll ask the questions,
Mr. Winston.
Right now we're
examining motives.
And what motive could I possibly
have for killing a man I don't know,
I have never seen,
or even heard of,
before I read about his
accident in the paper?
Ambition? Power?
They're very beguiling.
Is ambition a dirty word?
Oh, not at all.
I think your campaign to
get Dave Lawrence elected
to a national office
is commendable.
Totally geared to his image
as a incorruptible,
dynamic, non~politician.
And that's exactly what he is.
I understand you personally
sponsored his candidacy
and are a, shall we say, heavy
contributor to his campaign fund?
That's right. And I am not
withdrawing my support now
because of some vague,
unverifiable, 20~year~old indiscretion.
I'm not suggesting that you
withdraw your support, Mr. Winston.
But it's obvious, isn't it,
that if David Lawrence wins,
you have the inside shot
at the national
chairmanship of your party?
And, uh, if a threat existed,
being an ambitious man,
that threat may
have to be eliminated.
In other words, if
Lawrence fails, you fail.
~ That's slanderous,
Mr. McGarrett. ~ Really?
And furthermore,
Lawrence is not going to fail.
And I suggest that whatever happened
24 years ago stay exactly where it is:
Dead and buried in the past.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have more important
things to do with my time.
Hello?
Hello?
Looks like nobody's home.
That's a fact.
Uh, you wouldn't have any idea
of where she might be, would you?
Couldn't say.
This town ain't
that small, mister.
Yeah.
Yes?
Are... Are you Mrs. Lawrence?
Yes. Can I help you?
Oh, I'm, um... I'm
Eva Pritchard Smith,
and I'd like to talk
to Mr. Lawrence...
Davey Lawrence.
David's in the
study with a visitor.
Oh, I don't wanna
disturb anyone.
I'm sure it will be all right.
A visitor, David.
Evie?
Excuse me.
Evie, this is Lori Wilson.
This is Eva Pritchard.
Hello, Eva.
Oh, Margot... We
met at the door.
Margot, how about
that cup of coffee?
~ What? ~ Uh, coffee. Ha, ha.
Coffee. Yes, of course.
How are you?
I don't recognize you, Davey.
It's been so long.
We have teenage memories.
And like photographs, they
don't change with the years.
Evie,
I'm so sorry about your husband.
There was times when I wondered
what my life might be like...
I wondered a thousand times.
You've reached
where I never could go.
Oh, I knew it. I
just knew it, Davey.
I knew one day you'd be
somebody really important.
You made all this possible.
You sent me on my way.
How much do you know, Lori?
Quite a lot.
We got a report from Moroville.
I know all of it.
It was something about
an accident in a snowstorm?
When his aunt was killed.
What happened there? We know
that David wanted to go to law school,
and his aunt didn't
want to spend the money.
A point of contention
between them?
That the whole town knew about.
There were arguments. Harsh
things said by both of them.
A frugal, old lady and
an adolescent boy.
Even a shouting match one
afternoon in the grocery store
with the sheriff listening.
She wasn't going to let him
go to Stanford, so when...
When there was the
accident in the storm...
It was an accident, wasn't it?
Yes.
Margot, was Eva driving the car?
No, it was David.
But the accident report...
David said that when
the car hit his aunt,
he didn't think she was dead.
He went for the doctor,
on foot through the storm.
When he got back,
about 40 minutes later,
the sheriff was there and his
Aunt Minnie was dead, and Eva...
Eva had said that
she was driving the car
and if there was
any fault, it was hers.
Oh, and she took the
blame because she felt
it might be awkward for David?
More than awkward.
He was due at
Stanford enrollment.
There would have been
suspicions and questioning,
and the woman in there,
the girl that David thought at
that time he was going to marry,
couldn't bear depriving the boy
she loved of his chance in life.
I guess she knew even
then where he could go
and what he might become,
and she didn't want
to stand in his way.
You never answered my letters.
Oh.
Smitty, he found
the only one I kept.
Should have burned it too.
He made me tell
him the truth, Davey.
He said a man in your position
should have to pay for what he's done.
He said even if it was an
accident, it was breaking the law,
letting the lie stand.
When I found out, too late, he
was on his way here to undo it,
I came after him
to talk him out of it,
to stop him.
Somebody did stop him, Evie.
And I'm not sorry.
Not when I see everything here.
And everything you've
done with your life.
Now I know I did the
right thing, letting you go.
Dear, sweet Evie.
You were wiser,
more loyal than I.
Maybe only...
More in love, Davey.
He tried next morning to tell
the sheriff he'd been driving,
but the sheriff
wouldn't believe him.
Probably felt the boy was
trying to protect the girl.
And, of course, that would
increase David's sense of guilt.
Margot, I'm taking
Eva back to her hotel.
Listen, Paul, you promised us
that we'd have at least 24 hours.
Now, we still have
a few hours left.
Have you made any progress?
Of course we've made progress.
~ Like what? ~
Motives, for instance.
And along with H.P.D.,
we've been checking alibis
for the time of the murder.
What about the blackmail?
No, this is not a case
of ordinary blackmail.
Will you trust me, Paul?
As soon as I get a little
more, I'll get back to you.
The whole thing's a shaker.
What's the widow doing here?
I haven't had a
chance to talk with her.
I said I'd get back to you,
Paul. Trust me, will you?
Boy, he's really pressing.
Luana, get me Mrs. Eva
Smith, please, at her hotel.
I think we better
keep this woman
~ in sight. ~ Right, Steve.
Our murderer obviously
killed Smith to keep him quiet.
And if he thought
Eva just being here
might leak something
about Dave Lawrence,
she could be in trouble.
Don't answer it.
Hi, Duke.
~ How was Idaho? ~ It was cold.
Uh, what's happening
with Eva Smith?
Uh, we lost track of her. She was
supposed to be in the hotel room,
but when Steve called,
there was no answer.
She just fell out of
sight. Disappeared.
Hmm.
Well, there's a hundred
places she could be.
She could be out shopping,
could be sightseeing.
Uh~uh.
No, huh?
Well, maybe she took
off for the mainland.
As of less than an hour
ago, she hadn't checked out.
We tried the airlines.
We tried everything.
Hmm.
Steve thinks she might
be in danger, huh?
He thinks it's a possibility.
He wants us to keep,
uh, looking for her
and to check out a Phil
McCorkendale at union headquarters.
Also Winnie Winston,
George Sulieman.
And, uh, Burt Briggs,
Dave Lawrence's partner.
He seems to be
missing since lunch too.
She said she was
going to wait in her hotel.
I was to pick her up
later this afternoon.
Did you call her,
or speak to her?
I called her, but she
wasn't in her room.
~ What time was that? ~
Three o'clock. Maybe a little later.
She was there about 3:00.
The desk clerk gave her her key.
But a little after 3, she
wasn't there anymore.
My God.
Steve doesn't think I'd do
anything to harm her, does he?
I guess he wonders
what your intentions are.
I don't know.
And what you're planning
to do about the election?
I don't know that either.
Need some soul~searching.
I have to think about it.
I'd like to expose
the whole story.
But it would only look
as if I'd been hiding
behind a woman's
skirts all these years.
And that's exactly
what I've been doing.
~ McGarrett. KIMO: Hello, Steve.
~ Hello, Kimo. How was
the trip? ~ Fine, Steve.
We're at the Prince Regent.
Winston was picked
up here 20 minutes ago.
~ Picked up? ~ Yeah,
by Lieutenant Akane.
Winston came in here and wanted
to settle up Eva Smith's hotel bill
and pick up her luggage.
Said she was waiting for him
outside in his car, but she wasn't.
Nobody was in the car.
~ Where's Winston now?
~ Downtown being booked.
Okay, Kimo, I'll meet you there.
Tell Duke to stick around the
hotel in case Eva shows up.
Strangely enough,
McGarrett, I'm glad to see you.
I trust you'll bring a touch
of sanity to all this madness.
You said Eva Smith
was in your car.
When and where
did you pick her up?
Three o'clock,
in her hotel room.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I
called her about 3:00 at her hotel.
There was no answer.
There were about two calls then.
I told her not to answer.
Why? What did you want with her?
Conversation, McGarrett. I
explained, after I found out
that she had come here
to protect David Lawrence,
that every minute she
stayed on the island,
in reality she was
a threat to him.
Yeah? And then what?
She decided to take the
6:50 flight to San Francisco.
She packed her bags, I went
down to the lobby to pay her hotel bill,
and she was supposed
to take the elevator down
to the parking level and
wait for me in my car.
When I got to the front
desk and asked for her bill,
Lieutenant Akane grabbed me.
Why? Why wasn't
she waiting in the car?
How do I know? All I know is
that when Akane and I went out
into the parking
level she wasn't there.
~ That's it? ~ That's it.
All right, officer, take
him back to his cell.
McGarrett, I want out.
I have no designs on Eva Smith.
I know she's here
to protect Lawrence.
Now, will you kindly
inform Lieutenant Akane
that I am not a suspect.
How can I do that, Winston?
That's what we have courts for.
Steve, if we're
worried about Eva,
then the killer's got to
believe she's a threat too.
That's right.
But she isn't. Just as Winston
said, she's here to protect Lawrence.
McGARRETT: Who...
Who would be a threat to
Dave Lawrence and his election?
Kimo.
That's it.
Margot, his wife,
she's the threat.
She knows the story.
~ What do you
mean? ~ No, please.
There's no time to lose,
Kimo. We've got to find Eva.
Call Lawrence at his office.
Tell him I'll be at his home and
to get there as soon as possible.
~ Steve. ~ Margot,
may I come in?
Yes, of course.
~ Are you all right,
Margot? ~ Yes, I'm fine.
Have you spoken to Dave in
the last, uh, let's say, hour or so?
No. Why do you ask?
Because Eva's missing.
If something happened
to her, that would be ironic,
because she came here to
protect Dave, not to hurt him.
Do you know who killed Smith?
Yeah, I think so.
I think so. And I must confess,
I didn't really consider
the facts and clues
connected with Smith's murder,
carefully enough before now.
What clues, Steve?
Well, for instance, the drug,
the drug in Smith's stomach
that incapacitated him,
kept him from
controlling that wild horse.
Who could have given it to him?
Anybody. In a glass of
water, a cup of coffee.
No. Not anybody.
It had to be
somebody Smith knew.
Somebody who
could get close to him.
And how did Smith get
up to the riding academy?
I don't know.
His rented car, perhaps.
But the car was
found at his motel.
Who drove it back there?
Maybe he didn't drive up.
Couldn't he have taken a cab?
Well, we checked with
all the cab companies.
No, no, Margot, he
drove his own car up there,
and the killer drove
it back to the motel.
Now, may I ask you something?
Who would Smith know well
enough to give his car keys to?
His wife?
Yeah, his wife.
Hello.
Is Davey here?
Come in, Eva.
We're expecting you.
You knew I'd be coming here?
McGARRETT: Yes, Eva,
we know everything now.
Oh.
Well, then you
know I must kill her?
Kill her?
Well, you understand
that, don't you?
~ She's gonna tell on Davey.
~ No, Eva. Please. Please.
That's not gonna help Dave.
My God, Steve, she's insane.
Eva, nobody wants to hurt
Dave, especially Margot.
No. She wants to ruin him.
She wants him
to tell everything.
But I'm gonna protect my Davey.
Just like I always done.
You don't really care about him.
You don't love him.
Not like I do.
I can't let you destroy him.
Eva, please.
Please, it's all over.
We know what happened that night,
20 years ago, we know all about it.
We know Dave was
driving the car, not you.
It's not fair.
It wasn't Davey's fault.
It was an accident!
But your husband's death
wasn't an accident, was it?
You killed him, didn't you?
And you killed him to
save Dave, didn't you?
Smitty.
Smitty beat me.
Made me tell.
I didn't wanna tell.
He... He never really
understood about Davey and me.
Oh, no.
I couldn't let him hurt
my Davey, now could I?
Margot?
Margot?
Margot?
Evie.
Davey, it's all right.
It's gonna be all right.
David, tell her.
Please, would you tell her
that she can't help you this way?
~ Evie... EVA: It's
the only way, Davey.
Don't you see?
I can't wait any longer.
But we can be together again.
Just like we were before.
McGARRETT: Eva.
Eva, give it to me.
Davey's here to
take you out tonight.
You're going out
with him, aren't you?
I am.
We're going to the
dance tonight at the lake.
Oh, and I'm so excited.
Oh.
How do I look, Davey?
Do you like my dress?
I made it special for you.
I wanted to surprise you.
I like it, Evie.
Very much.
Oh, my Davey,
how I dreamed of tonight.
Kiss me, Davey.
Kiss me.
full of chloral hydrate,
and the horse
was feeling no pain.
You mean the horse
was drugged too?
It's been so long.
We have teenage memories.
A hundred thousand
dollars will go a long way
to making up for
these past 20 years.
"Strange journey from Moroville,
Idaho," as someone once said.
Why me, Steve?
McGARRETT: Because I
want the best speaker available
for the police
graduation luncheon.
I never learned public speaking.
That's why I want you. We won't
have a cliché~laden luncheon.
You flatter me.
But I don't think I'm qualified.
Oh, Dave, of course you are.
You studied at the FBI Academy
after you got out of law school.
And you're gonna
be our next senator.
I wish I had your
kind of confidence.
It's a rotten business,
Dave: politics.
I don't know why
you want any part of it.
But you've got my vote.
You should be my
campaign manager.
No, no. Thanks. I've got enough
problems right where I am.
When did you say
this graduation was?
Next Friday.
That's only a week and
a half before election.
~ I have a very hectic
schedule. ~ Dave,
consider it from
this point of view.
The newspapers have
guaranteed full coverage,
and TV stations will
carry it statewide.
Now, that kind of coverage
can never hurt a candidate.
Okay, Steve.
I'll make a deal with you.
I'll speak at the graduation
banquet on two conditions.
Name them.
No creamed chicken and
peas, and give me a lift home.
My car's in the shop.
You got them.
Senator.
It's been a strange
journey, Steve.
From a little town in Idaho to
here, and now maybe Washington.
You'd have to be a clairvoyant
to see all that 20 years ago.
McGARRETT: You
mean, you didn't see it?
No. But somebody did.
McGARRETT: Oh, yeah.
How's your Margot taking it?
The usual composure.
And she's right not to go
off into the stratosphere.
The polls right now
are nip and tuck.
McGARRETT: Don't forget
you're fighting an incumbent.
- ~ You know Lori.
- Of course I do.
~ Hi, Mr. Lawrence. ~
Hello, Lori. Keep you waiting?
I was just standing here,
quietly trying to figure out
what your majority is going to be.
~ Ha~ha~ha. ~ We
might even vote for you.
Ha, ha. ~ I'm depending on it.
Thank you.
Well, thanks for the lift.
Oh, incidentally, I still go
horseback riding every morning,
and you're still invited.
You too, Lori. The Mauna
Loa Academy out in Wahiawa.
Hold it. Just a minute, Dave.
Are you all right?
~ Yeah, I'm okay.
You know, he's
been following us.
~ Did you get a good
look at him? ~ No.
~ Lori? ~ No.
I remember spotting him in
that parking lot, downtown.
He had a slight limp.
Would you like to come in?
No, thank you, Margot.
I've got to take Lori home.
If you'll excuse us.
Thanks very much, folks.
NEWSMAN: Good morning.
It's 76 degrees in Honolulu.
Going to an expected
high of 83 degrees.
We interrupt this broadcast to
bring you the following special bulletin
from our on~the~scene reporter.
This is your KGMB mobile unit
on the scene where
a man and horse,
in a tragic accident,
plunged down the steep mountainside
this morning to their deaths.
The medics are arriving,
and perhaps we'll get some
clue to this unfortunate accident,
some theory to
explain what happened
at the Mauna Loa Riding
Academy trails on Heather Drive.
No identification has been
found on the dead man.
Now, back to our studio.
Hold it a second, please.
I'd like to take a look.
It's not pretty.
Hold it, guys.
The radio said no ID.
How about Jack
Smith, Lori? Not on him.
There's nothing on him. No
wallet, no cards, no papers.
When he went to the stables to sign
up for a mount, that's the name he gave.
What happened?
Horse bolted, I guess.
That riding trail is lined
with trees and brush,
but when that horse came
through it was like tall grass.
Outdoor type, middle~40s,
but it's not the
Hawaiian sun on his face.
Ben says, "Wind, long exposure."
Could he have had a limp?
Left leg's an inch
shorter than the right.
The shinbone was
crushed in two places.
Compound fracture
is about 10 years old.
And other evidence
of, uh, broken bones:
shoulder, wrist...
Rodeo rider? Bronc
buster, maybe?
But if he was a rodeo hand,
you'd think he'd be able to handle
a spooked horse better than that.
Okay, Lori, stay there.
~ See what you can
come up with. ~ Right.
We'd like a report
on the horse too, Ben.
The horse? They must be nuts.
I heard the roving
reporter on the car radio,
and I detoured to take a look.
I remembered your riding
academy up on Mauna Loa.
I heard the reports.
It was a terrible accident.
Did you tell Steve
all about this?
He wondered if you
went riding this morning.
~ Yes, I did. ~ Hmm.
And that's why you wanted
to have lunch with me.
Well, it is kind of
an odd coincidence.
Yes. I can see that.
I was there, Lori.
I saw it happen.
I might have been
responsible for his death.
What do you mean?
I was coming back up
the trail, after my ride.
He was riding toward me.
There was something
funny, he looked out of control.
If I hadn't hesitated,
just that second or two...
There is something called
reaction time, you know?
I wouldn't have hesitated a
millionth of a second if it were Margot.
That's instinctive.
Whatever instincts really are.
Well, why didn't I react
with my instinct then?
Or, as I sat there frozen,
did I believe it could be
dangerous if I did reach him?
If I did try to pull
up that crazy horse?
I could have gone
over the cliff with him.
Was I afraid?
Is that what held me back, Lori?
Did you recognize the man?
No. Why?
I think he was the man who
was following us yesterday.
The man with the limp?
Well, who was he?
Have you identified him?
We're investigating.
No prints on file in Washington?
Isn't that unusual, lieutenant?
Okay, I appreciate that.
~ Lieutenant Akane? ~ Right.
He said you got everything
at the riding academy he did.
Everything, being the name
of the deceased. Jack Smith.
Hmm.
You know, that was really
a good hunch Steve had
about, uh, Jack Smith being
too obvious to be an alias.
Hmm. What about the airlines?
Yeah, Smith came
in on Flight 247
from San Francisco
yesterday afternoon.
~ And the car? ~
Dark green sedan
rented at the
airport to Jack Smith.
~ Did he use a
credit card? ~ Cash.
Steve and Duke are waiting.
~ Where? ~ Royal Palm Motel.
All right. Oh, my purse.
Thank you.
That's the car that was
following us yesterday.
Find anything, Steve?
Not much.
Duke found a
roundtrip bus ticket.
"Moroville." Where's that?
I called the bus company.
It's a little town in Idaho.
Idaho? Does that
mean anything, Steve?
Oh, maybe. Jack Smith.
I can't believe that name,
but apparently it's his real one.
He takes a bus from
Moroville to San Francisco.
Then a plane here.
And then a car to
Dave Lawrence's house.
But he takes off like a rabbit
and tries to run me down
when he realizes I
spotted him tailing us.
The same Jack
Smith hires a horse
at the Mauna Loa Riding
Academy this morning.
McGARRETT: Where
Dave Lawrence rides often,
and where, in a bizarre
accident, Smith is found dead,
with all his ID missing.
Hello, Mr. McGarrett.
Hi, lieutenant. Anything?
~ You didn't get the
coroner's report? ~ No.
~ Murder? ~ Yep.
The deceased was
full of chloral hydrate,
and the horse
was feeling no pain.
~ You mean the horse
was drugged? ~ No question.
That horse's bloodstream was
loaded with a powerful amphetamine,
and we've picked up
some heavy sugar content.
Probably soaked
in sugar cubes, huh?
Right.
But what spooked the horse
was a deep jab in his rump
with a sharp instrument
that pierced his hide.
"Strange journey from Moroville,
Idaho," as someone once said.
You told Steve it
was a strange journey
from a little town in Idaho.
What little town, Mr. Lawrence?
Why do you ask?
Jack Smith, the man
who rode to his death,
was also from a
little town in Idaho.
Moroville.
So you did track him down.
I was born in Moroville.
You said you
didn't recognize him.
I didn't.
Not when he drove by in
his car the other evening.
But you recognized him
at the academy, didn't you?
Yes.
By then I knew who Smith was.
When you and Steve
dropped me off at home,
I had some reading to do.
~ Who could that
be? ~ I don't know.
Yes?
So you're David Lawrence.
Yes. Can I help you?
I'm Jack Smith.
I'm Eva's husband.
Eva?
Eva Pritchard?
No... Ha, ha.
Eva Smith now.
How is she?
Is she all right?
Sure. Sure, she's all right.
Not living as good as you.
Maybe that will all change now.
A hundred thousand
dollars will go a long way
to making up for these...
For these past 20 years.
What I half~suspected
all these years,
I finally dragged
out of Eva, huh?
What happened before we met,
before we got married.
Now, if you want all of that to
hit the fan, that's okay with me.
For a hundred big ones, I
go back to the mountains,
and Eva and you
go on to Washington
and be the big~shot
senator as if I never found out.
Blackmail.
Oh, no, no, no. I call it
payment for 20 years of silence.
No.
What?
No. I won't be blackmailed.
I wonder what it would be worth to
the guy that's running against you.
Get out.
He hasn't thought
it all out yet.
I thought about this
for the past 20 years.
Well, now it's
different, Lawrence.
Now, it's not just your
conscience about a felony.
Now, you~~ Now you have a wife
and a cushy law practice
and getting elected senator,
so you can have breakfast
with the president, hmm?
All that's out the window if...
Get out.
Talk it over with the
missus, Lawrence.
Sleep on it.
Who's Eva?
A girl...
A young woman I knew...
A long time ago.
I haven't seen her or
spoken to her in over 20 years.
The blackmail involves her?
And me.
He must have followed me to the
riding academy yesterday morning
to press the blackmail.
When I saw his horse
running across that clearing,
maybe I wanted him to die.
Maybe that's why I
froze that half~second.
So it would be too late.
Dave told me about
Smith that night.
I see. Who else did you tell?
I called three of our party men.
Phil McCorkendale,
our labor man;
George Sulieman,
financial man, fundraiser;
Winnie Winston, State chairman.
They all came to my
house night before last.
I told them that a 20~year~old
scandal was about to break
because I had just turned
down a blackmail threat.
And I said I was gonna
withdraw my name as a candidate
because I did not want to embarrass
my party, or my law associate.
They couldn't let Dave
quit. They said it was too late.
They were committed to him.
Did you tell them what
the scandal was about?
~ No. ~ What was
it, Mr. Lawrence?
Well, whatever it was is
academic now. Smith's dead.
Mr. Lawrence, what
happened 20 years ago?
It's done. Finished.
No, it isn't. A man
was murdered,
and there's nothing
academic about that.
Then after a half~hour
argument with the district attorney,
he agreed to hold off 24 hours.
That doesn't give
Kimo a lot of time.
More than we thought we'd get.
The DA had a point, Steve.
He said, "From all
the evidence so far,
not only is David Lawrence
withholding evidence,
he's uncooperative."
Yeah, well, that's
a matter of opinion.
I think that's why he's
giving us the extra 24 hours.
He's as curious
about what happened
in Moroville, Idaho 20
years ago as we are.
Besides, he's up for
reelection. He's playing it safe.
Do you think they'll ever separate
law enforcement from politics?
~ Never. ~ You're
a cynic, Steve.
Right. Virtue is the only good,
and self~control the only
means of achieving virtue.
Who said that?
The original cynic.
Antisthenes of Athens.
~ Who else could get away with it?
- Ha~ha~ha.
Did you find what
you was looking for?
Uh, just the vital statistics.
"David Lawrence,
born June 29th, 1937,
to Sarah and Eugene
Lawrence in Moroville."
Population was 632 then.
Uh...
You don't, uh, remember any,
uh, event, scandal, or an accident
involving David
Lawrence here, do you?
I'm sorry.
~ This is range
country, isn't it? ~ Yeah.
Uh, maybe something,
uh, outside of town?
I don't know any
Lawrence family.
Say, you might do
better over at the paper.
Uh, Sarah May's done
lived here most all her life.
Okay. Thanks a lot.
Sure, I knew about
the blackmail attempt,
but Lawrence is my union's man
and we can't very well switch
horses in the middle of a stretch run.
You know, that guy
Smith was a parasite.
Lawrence is a good man.
He'll be a good senator.
Wasn't Smith's murder a stroke of luck
for you personally, Mr. McCorkendale?
What are you referring to?
Your handling of the
union pension fund.
That wasn't my handling.
It was my responsibility,
but the handling was done in
Philadelphia, national headquarters.
And Lawrence promises to press
for a Philadelphia investigation
if he's elected, right?
That's one reason
I'm backing him.
And that's what I said.
Smith dying was a
stroke of luck for you too.
What are you hinting at, Lukela?
Are you accusing me of murder?
Because if you are, you
better book me right now.
Otherwise, get off my case.
Somewhere there
in the winter of '58.
'58? ~ Yeah.
'58.
Right you are, Miss...
May. Sarah May.
Sarah May.
"With visibility close to zero,
an accident near the Stone
Creek Road last Tuesday
took the life of
Minerva Lawrence, 67.
Eva Pritchard was
driving the family Edsel
and skidded off the slippery
road and struck Minerva
as she was crossing
from the hen house.
In the car at the time
was David Lawrence,
uh, Minerva's nephew.
He immediately went for help,
but by the time Dr. Thompson
got there, Minerva was dead.
The young couple was just
returning from the movies in town."
That's, uh, it? Uh, an
accident in a snowstorm?
That's it.
Of course, Minnie dying
solved a little problem
for young Davey Lawrence.
What problem?
Well, Davey wanted to go
to law school at Stanford.
That's a pay school.
Ever since his folks died,
he'd been living with
his rich, old, Aunt Minnie.
She was dead set against
spending all that money on schooling.
Yeah, I see.
~ So when she died... ~
That solved the problem.
The story says here,
uh, "The young couple."
~ Were they married?
~ Keeping company. Ha.
Never did understand
why they broke up.
Davey went away to Stanford,
and Eva, she married
Smitty about a year later.
That'd be around May, June '59.
'59. Uh, does, um, Eva
still live in Moroville?
About 30 miles north.
Right off the highway.
Okay, Sarah May, uh,
thank you very much.
Welcome.
You're here about
that man Smith's death.
His murder. SULIEMAN:
Of course. His murder.
Ha, ha. Most distressing.
But an extortionist
takes certain risks
when he practices
his trade, doesn't he?
Tell me something about the First
Unified Banking Group, Mr. Sulieman.
They're a conglomerate.
Competitors of yours?
Oh, intense and
unprincipled competitors.
You're pressing the Justice
Department to investigate them
in connection with
antitrust violations?
And if David
Lawrence is elected,
he promises to press
those investigations.
Ah, so your interest in
David Lawrence's election
is more than altruistic.
Altruism has nothing to
do with politics, Miss Wilson.
And if you know my motive for
wanting that extortionist dead,
I assume, uh, you
know everybody else's.
Winnie Winston's for instance.
Steve McGarrett has
it on the best authority.
What best authority?
I'll ask the questions,
Mr. Winston.
Right now we're
examining motives.
And what motive could I possibly
have for killing a man I don't know,
I have never seen,
or even heard of,
before I read about his
accident in the paper?
Ambition? Power?
They're very beguiling.
Is ambition a dirty word?
Oh, not at all.
I think your campaign to
get Dave Lawrence elected
to a national office
is commendable.
Totally geared to his image
as a incorruptible,
dynamic, non~politician.
And that's exactly what he is.
I understand you personally
sponsored his candidacy
and are a, shall we say, heavy
contributor to his campaign fund?
That's right. And I am not
withdrawing my support now
because of some vague,
unverifiable, 20~year~old indiscretion.
I'm not suggesting that you
withdraw your support, Mr. Winston.
But it's obvious, isn't it,
that if David Lawrence wins,
you have the inside shot
at the national
chairmanship of your party?
And, uh, if a threat existed,
being an ambitious man,
that threat may
have to be eliminated.
In other words, if
Lawrence fails, you fail.
~ That's slanderous,
Mr. McGarrett. ~ Really?
And furthermore,
Lawrence is not going to fail.
And I suggest that whatever happened
24 years ago stay exactly where it is:
Dead and buried in the past.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have more important
things to do with my time.
Hello?
Hello?
Looks like nobody's home.
That's a fact.
Uh, you wouldn't have any idea
of where she might be, would you?
Couldn't say.
This town ain't
that small, mister.
Yeah.
Yes?
Are... Are you Mrs. Lawrence?
Yes. Can I help you?
Oh, I'm, um... I'm
Eva Pritchard Smith,
and I'd like to talk
to Mr. Lawrence...
Davey Lawrence.
David's in the
study with a visitor.
Oh, I don't wanna
disturb anyone.
I'm sure it will be all right.
A visitor, David.
Evie?
Excuse me.
Evie, this is Lori Wilson.
This is Eva Pritchard.
Hello, Eva.
Oh, Margot... We
met at the door.
Margot, how about
that cup of coffee?
~ What? ~ Uh, coffee. Ha, ha.
Coffee. Yes, of course.
How are you?
I don't recognize you, Davey.
It's been so long.
We have teenage memories.
And like photographs, they
don't change with the years.
Evie,
I'm so sorry about your husband.
There was times when I wondered
what my life might be like...
I wondered a thousand times.
You've reached
where I never could go.
Oh, I knew it. I
just knew it, Davey.
I knew one day you'd be
somebody really important.
You made all this possible.
You sent me on my way.
How much do you know, Lori?
Quite a lot.
We got a report from Moroville.
I know all of it.
It was something about
an accident in a snowstorm?
When his aunt was killed.
What happened there? We know
that David wanted to go to law school,
and his aunt didn't
want to spend the money.
A point of contention
between them?
That the whole town knew about.
There were arguments. Harsh
things said by both of them.
A frugal, old lady and
an adolescent boy.
Even a shouting match one
afternoon in the grocery store
with the sheriff listening.
She wasn't going to let him
go to Stanford, so when...
When there was the
accident in the storm...
It was an accident, wasn't it?
Yes.
Margot, was Eva driving the car?
No, it was David.
But the accident report...
David said that when
the car hit his aunt,
he didn't think she was dead.
He went for the doctor,
on foot through the storm.
When he got back,
about 40 minutes later,
the sheriff was there and his
Aunt Minnie was dead, and Eva...
Eva had said that
she was driving the car
and if there was
any fault, it was hers.
Oh, and she took the
blame because she felt
it might be awkward for David?
More than awkward.
He was due at
Stanford enrollment.
There would have been
suspicions and questioning,
and the woman in there,
the girl that David thought at
that time he was going to marry,
couldn't bear depriving the boy
she loved of his chance in life.
I guess she knew even
then where he could go
and what he might become,
and she didn't want
to stand in his way.
You never answered my letters.
Oh.
Smitty, he found
the only one I kept.
Should have burned it too.
He made me tell
him the truth, Davey.
He said a man in your position
should have to pay for what he's done.
He said even if it was an
accident, it was breaking the law,
letting the lie stand.
When I found out, too late, he
was on his way here to undo it,
I came after him
to talk him out of it,
to stop him.
Somebody did stop him, Evie.
And I'm not sorry.
Not when I see everything here.
And everything you've
done with your life.
Now I know I did the
right thing, letting you go.
Dear, sweet Evie.
You were wiser,
more loyal than I.
Maybe only...
More in love, Davey.
He tried next morning to tell
the sheriff he'd been driving,
but the sheriff
wouldn't believe him.
Probably felt the boy was
trying to protect the girl.
And, of course, that would
increase David's sense of guilt.
Margot, I'm taking
Eva back to her hotel.
Listen, Paul, you promised us
that we'd have at least 24 hours.
Now, we still have
a few hours left.
Have you made any progress?
Of course we've made progress.
~ Like what? ~
Motives, for instance.
And along with H.P.D.,
we've been checking alibis
for the time of the murder.
What about the blackmail?
No, this is not a case
of ordinary blackmail.
Will you trust me, Paul?
As soon as I get a little
more, I'll get back to you.
The whole thing's a shaker.
What's the widow doing here?
I haven't had a
chance to talk with her.
I said I'd get back to you,
Paul. Trust me, will you?
Boy, he's really pressing.
Luana, get me Mrs. Eva
Smith, please, at her hotel.
I think we better
keep this woman
~ in sight. ~ Right, Steve.
Our murderer obviously
killed Smith to keep him quiet.
And if he thought
Eva just being here
might leak something
about Dave Lawrence,
she could be in trouble.
Don't answer it.
Hi, Duke.
~ How was Idaho? ~ It was cold.
Uh, what's happening
with Eva Smith?
Uh, we lost track of her. She was
supposed to be in the hotel room,
but when Steve called,
there was no answer.
She just fell out of
sight. Disappeared.
Hmm.
Well, there's a hundred
places she could be.
She could be out shopping,
could be sightseeing.
Uh~uh.
No, huh?
Well, maybe she took
off for the mainland.
As of less than an hour
ago, she hadn't checked out.
We tried the airlines.
We tried everything.
Hmm.
Steve thinks she might
be in danger, huh?
He thinks it's a possibility.
He wants us to keep,
uh, looking for her
and to check out a Phil
McCorkendale at union headquarters.
Also Winnie Winston,
George Sulieman.
And, uh, Burt Briggs,
Dave Lawrence's partner.
He seems to be
missing since lunch too.
She said she was
going to wait in her hotel.
I was to pick her up
later this afternoon.
Did you call her,
or speak to her?
I called her, but she
wasn't in her room.
~ What time was that? ~
Three o'clock. Maybe a little later.
She was there about 3:00.
The desk clerk gave her her key.
But a little after 3, she
wasn't there anymore.
My God.
Steve doesn't think I'd do
anything to harm her, does he?
I guess he wonders
what your intentions are.
I don't know.
And what you're planning
to do about the election?
I don't know that either.
Need some soul~searching.
I have to think about it.
I'd like to expose
the whole story.
But it would only look
as if I'd been hiding
behind a woman's
skirts all these years.
And that's exactly
what I've been doing.
~ McGarrett. KIMO: Hello, Steve.
~ Hello, Kimo. How was
the trip? ~ Fine, Steve.
We're at the Prince Regent.
Winston was picked
up here 20 minutes ago.
~ Picked up? ~ Yeah,
by Lieutenant Akane.
Winston came in here and wanted
to settle up Eva Smith's hotel bill
and pick up her luggage.
Said she was waiting for him
outside in his car, but she wasn't.
Nobody was in the car.
~ Where's Winston now?
~ Downtown being booked.
Okay, Kimo, I'll meet you there.
Tell Duke to stick around the
hotel in case Eva shows up.
Strangely enough,
McGarrett, I'm glad to see you.
I trust you'll bring a touch
of sanity to all this madness.
You said Eva Smith
was in your car.
When and where
did you pick her up?
Three o'clock,
in her hotel room.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I
called her about 3:00 at her hotel.
There was no answer.
There were about two calls then.
I told her not to answer.
Why? What did you want with her?
Conversation, McGarrett. I
explained, after I found out
that she had come here
to protect David Lawrence,
that every minute she
stayed on the island,
in reality she was
a threat to him.
Yeah? And then what?
She decided to take the
6:50 flight to San Francisco.
She packed her bags, I went
down to the lobby to pay her hotel bill,
and she was supposed
to take the elevator down
to the parking level and
wait for me in my car.
When I got to the front
desk and asked for her bill,
Lieutenant Akane grabbed me.
Why? Why wasn't
she waiting in the car?
How do I know? All I know is
that when Akane and I went out
into the parking
level she wasn't there.
~ That's it? ~ That's it.
All right, officer, take
him back to his cell.
McGarrett, I want out.
I have no designs on Eva Smith.
I know she's here
to protect Lawrence.
Now, will you kindly
inform Lieutenant Akane
that I am not a suspect.
How can I do that, Winston?
That's what we have courts for.
Steve, if we're
worried about Eva,
then the killer's got to
believe she's a threat too.
That's right.
But she isn't. Just as Winston
said, she's here to protect Lawrence.
McGARRETT: Who...
Who would be a threat to
Dave Lawrence and his election?
Kimo.
That's it.
Margot, his wife,
she's the threat.
She knows the story.
~ What do you
mean? ~ No, please.
There's no time to lose,
Kimo. We've got to find Eva.
Call Lawrence at his office.
Tell him I'll be at his home and
to get there as soon as possible.
~ Steve. ~ Margot,
may I come in?
Yes, of course.
~ Are you all right,
Margot? ~ Yes, I'm fine.
Have you spoken to Dave in
the last, uh, let's say, hour or so?
No. Why do you ask?
Because Eva's missing.
If something happened
to her, that would be ironic,
because she came here to
protect Dave, not to hurt him.
Do you know who killed Smith?
Yeah, I think so.
I think so. And I must confess,
I didn't really consider
the facts and clues
connected with Smith's murder,
carefully enough before now.
What clues, Steve?
Well, for instance, the drug,
the drug in Smith's stomach
that incapacitated him,
kept him from
controlling that wild horse.
Who could have given it to him?
Anybody. In a glass of
water, a cup of coffee.
No. Not anybody.
It had to be
somebody Smith knew.
Somebody who
could get close to him.
And how did Smith get
up to the riding academy?
I don't know.
His rented car, perhaps.
But the car was
found at his motel.
Who drove it back there?
Maybe he didn't drive up.
Couldn't he have taken a cab?
Well, we checked with
all the cab companies.
No, no, Margot, he
drove his own car up there,
and the killer drove
it back to the motel.
Now, may I ask you something?
Who would Smith know well
enough to give his car keys to?
His wife?
Yeah, his wife.
Hello.
Is Davey here?
Come in, Eva.
We're expecting you.
You knew I'd be coming here?
McGARRETT: Yes, Eva,
we know everything now.
Oh.
Well, then you
know I must kill her?
Kill her?
Well, you understand
that, don't you?
~ She's gonna tell on Davey.
~ No, Eva. Please. Please.
That's not gonna help Dave.
My God, Steve, she's insane.
Eva, nobody wants to hurt
Dave, especially Margot.
No. She wants to ruin him.
She wants him
to tell everything.
But I'm gonna protect my Davey.
Just like I always done.
You don't really care about him.
You don't love him.
Not like I do.
I can't let you destroy him.
Eva, please.
Please, it's all over.
We know what happened that night,
20 years ago, we know all about it.
We know Dave was
driving the car, not you.
It's not fair.
It wasn't Davey's fault.
It was an accident!
But your husband's death
wasn't an accident, was it?
You killed him, didn't you?
And you killed him to
save Dave, didn't you?
Smitty.
Smitty beat me.
Made me tell.
I didn't wanna tell.
He... He never really
understood about Davey and me.
Oh, no.
I couldn't let him hurt
my Davey, now could I?
Margot?
Margot?
Margot?
Evie.
Davey, it's all right.
It's gonna be all right.
David, tell her.
Please, would you tell her
that she can't help you this way?
~ Evie... EVA: It's
the only way, Davey.
Don't you see?
I can't wait any longer.
But we can be together again.
Just like we were before.
McGARRETT: Eva.
Eva, give it to me.
Davey's here to
take you out tonight.
You're going out
with him, aren't you?
I am.
We're going to the
dance tonight at the lake.
Oh, and I'm so excited.
Oh.
How do I look, Davey?
Do you like my dress?
I made it special for you.
I wanted to surprise you.
I like it, Evie.
Very much.
Oh, my Davey,
how I dreamed of tonight.
Kiss me, Davey.
Kiss me.