Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 2, Episode 19 - The One with the Gun - full transcript
A honeymooner is murdered during a rigged game of poker and his brother arrives in Hawaii for revenge.
How many?
Two.
Three here.
Two for me.
One good one.
Three for the dealer.
Openers.
Pass.
Mine's worth 25.
I'm out.
I'm out.
I'll raise you 50.
I'm out.
Once more.
And back.
I'll call ya.
Aces over.
Three little fives.
Every time, man.
Every time I'm holding,
you guys drop out,
and when I got nothing,
you're all bumping.
You think you should
be immune to bad luck?
I've had $3,000
worth of your bad luck.
Are you trying to
tell us something?
Yeah.
I'm finished.
Hey.
You reported the shooting?
Yes, sir. In there.
He's still alive, I think.
What's your name?
Tom Hurst. This is Susan Carter.
Hello, Susan.
Please wait, won't you?
Yes, sir.
How is he?
Bad.
How bad?
2-to-1 he won't
make it to the hospital.
Who is he, Steve?
Peter Corman, New York City.
Tourist, I guess.
At least three bullets in him.
Cover everything, Danno.
Give me a shot of this
table. I'll be at the hospital.
Right.
May I talk to him, doctor?
Peter?
Peter, can you hear me?
Peter, if you can hear
me, you don't have to talk,
just nod your head.
I'm Mrs. Corman. I'm his wife.
Let go of me. I wanna
see my husband!
Let go. What's the
matter with you?
Officer. I... I want to see him.
Thank you. Mrs.
Corman, please. Please...
Please.
My name is McGarrett.
Now, I'll let you
see your husband,
but you've got to
calm down first.
Why can't I see him? Please.
But, listen, you've
got to calm down first.
Now, can you do that?
Please.
He's been hurt, badly hurt.
You can't help him this way.
Now, please, do you understand?
All... All right, I'm...
I'm... I'm all right.
Talk to him. Ask
him what happened.
I can't get through to him.
Peter.
What happened?
My God.
It's... It's Maggie, sweetheart.
Can you hear me?
Peter?
Maggie?
I should have known better.
Te... Tell... Tell Lorenzo...
Left-handed.
Peter?
Mrs. Corman, please.
Come on.
No, please. It's no
good to stay here.
Let... Let me stay
with him, please.
Please, I want to.
No! Please.
No! Oh, God, no!
No.
No, he's not.
He's not. No. No.
Please.
Can't... I can't... I
can't believe that...
I can't believe it.
Please.
I hate to question you
now, I know how difficult it is,
but it's very important.
Can you think of anyone
who might have wanted
to kill your husband?
No, no one.
He hardly even
knew anybody here.
But he said something
to you. What was it?
He said... He
said, "Tell Lorenzo,"
something.
I... I couldn't
understand what it was.
Who's Lorenzo?
That's Peter's brother.
He's coming in from
the mainland today.
We have to...
We're... We were
supposed to p...
Pick him up at the airport.
Oh, God.
Announcing Flight 14 from
New York and Los Angeles.
Now arriving at Gate 8.
Passengers arriving on Flight 14
may now claim their luggage
at the baggage-claim area.
Now, I'd like to
know what happened.
Apparently, your brother was
in a high-stakes poker game.
Somebody shot him.
That's all we know
at the moment.
But you'll find out
who murdered him?
We usually do, Mr. Corman.
Now, what can you tell
me about your brother?
What can I tell you?
He was 26 years old,
married only a couple of months.
He wasn't much more
than a kid, McGarrett,
just starting to live.
This trip was...
my present to them.
Kind of a honeymoon.
I don't want the
guy who did this
to get away with it.
Neither do I.
Thank you, Mr. McGarrett.
Here's my card. Keep in touch.
This is the final
call for Flight 190
for Los Angeles and Chicago,
now ready for
departure at Gate 9.
You talked to Peter
before he died?
What did he say?
He said, "Tell Lorenzo..."
I... I don't know what it was.
It didn't make any sense.
Think.
You've gotta remember.
Was it about the shooting?
I don't know, Lorenzo.
I can't think now.
You can.
You've gotta remember.
I can't.
Try.
What did Peter say to me?
Please, leave me alone.
Can't you understand
I wanna forget?
I just wanna...
What?
What is it?
He... He whispered
something about...
handed, left-handed.
That's all?
Left-handed.
Danno, what do you got?
Maybe the motive.
The air-condition motive?
Take a look.
Closed-circuit TV camera.
Found some others
around here too.
Somebody was looking
down at all the hands.
But which cat was
being fed the information?
Hard to say.
He probably had a
remote receiver on him.
Yeah, but somebody
had to be the spotter,
and handle the equipment.
Outside, in a panel truck.
Neat operation.
Probably arranged
especially for tourists.
Remote TV.
Mobile unit. Pretty
sophisticated equipment.
Who has that kind
of stuff, Danno?
Only three people I know.
Legitimate firms?
Well, they're legal.
Got the latest
equipment from Japan.
They, uh, specialize
in divorce evidence.
Well,
let's find the one who
specialized in poker games.
You can check it with my wife.
And your brother-in-law?
Yeah, him too. They'll
tell you where I was.
Okay, you can go.
Can you prove it?
Do I have to?
Only if you want
to leave here today.
I can prove it. I
was with four people.
Let's start with number one.
Name and phone number.
Oh, yes, sir?
Corman, uh, to see McGarrett.
Well, he's in a meeting.
I-I-I'll wait.
Well, I'll tell him you're here.
Thank you.
Yes. Yes, Jenny.
Yes, thank you.
Ask him to wait.
Mr. Shogi.
At your service.
You're in trouble.
I am?
You are.
Starting at the top,
accessory to murder.
Whether it comes down
any depends on you.
You rigged a house
at Waimanalo Beach.
I did? You did.
Deny it and you're under arrest.
All right.
I heard shots, but I
didn't see anybody.
Who was in that game?
I don't know. All I saw
was cards, no faces.
Who paid you for your services?
Huh?
Who paid you for your services?
A man.
A nice guy.
I felt sorry for him.
Some gamblers had taken him,
and he wanted some
of his money back,
so I helped him.
I realize now it was a mistake.
You helped him.
That's a nice way to put it.
What's his name?
Peter Corman.
You sure he hired you?
Well, you can ask him yourself.
He's staying at the
Blue Wave Motel.
He was staying at
the Blue Wave Motel.
Those three shots you
heard, he stopped them.
He's dead?
Ho'opau.
Does that surprise you?
Well, I assume somebody
must have caught on,
and bumped him off or something.
And I assumed that you knew
you had to come up with a name,
so you gave us the
only one we had.
McGARRETT: Somebody
who couldn't call you a liar.
I'm shocked that you
should call me one.
Book him.
Let's go.
Mr. McGarrett.
I've got something for you.
I'll take it.
First, tell me about
your investigation.
I'm not in the habit of
giving progress reports
to relatives, Mr. Corman.
But I'll tell you this much,
the poker game was rigged.
That's why your
brother was killed.
He found out?
Maybe that, or maybe
he rigged it himself.
That's a lie.
It could be,
but right now the
only witness I have
said that Peter paid
him to bug the game.
Your witness is a liar,
and if you believe
him, you're a fool.
Anybody accuses
Peter of cheating
might as well accuse me.
The difference is, I'm not dead.
The difference
is, I can fight back.
I'm not accusing anybody.
I'm conducting an
open investigation.
Now, you said you
had something for me?
I have nothing for you.
You just said you had something.
I said I can fight back.
That's what I said.
Peter Corman sat here.
There were four other
players. Let's call them:
A, B, C and D.
No other identification.
How do you know if that's
where Corman was sitting?
Peter Corman smoked
menthol cigarettes.
Here was his ashtray.
Peter Corman, deceased.
A's ashtray had nothing
but gum wrappers in it.
B was a chain smoker.
Here's something interesting.
C wore glasses.
His ashtray had these
chemically-treated lens tissues.
Buy them in any drugstore.
And D was a cigar smoker.
I wish I was slim
as those leads.
Maybe you will be,
by the time you run 'em down.
You packed the
egg foo yung there.
What about the beach house?
Well, it was rented
by a Mrs. Stewart.
Three months, paid in
advance, gave a phony address.
We got anything solid?
Yeah, maybe. Just one thing.
One of the players
knew a girl named Lilo.
Here's her phone number.
If she could identify
one of the players,
that's all we need.
He could lead us
to the other three.
It's your assignment, Danno.
Did you talk to,
uh, Shogi again?
Yeah. Got no place.
And his lawyer's waiting outside
with a writ of habeas corpus.
Okay, turn him loose.
He's not going anywhere.
Good morning, sir.
My apologies, if
I've kept you so long.
I've been out on a
very important case.
You've been in jail.
Your lawyer sprung you
less than an hour ago.
Well,
there may be some
truth to what you say.
But I'm curious,
how do you know?
I'm Lorenzo Corman.
Oh, you're related to...
A tragic event. My sympathy.
I don't want sympathy,
just information.
Well, I told the police
everything I know.
It was of very
little use to them.
One thousand dollars.
A substantial sum.
For a name.
No threats, Mr. Shogi.
No kickbacks.
For one legitimate name,
one thousand dollars.
Mr. Corman, you're in luck.
One is all I've got,
and I had a feeling I
could turn a profit by it
by not revealing it to the cops.
Um. Oh.
A Mr. George Byas.
He's staying at
the High Surf Motel.
Oh, uh, uh, hello.
S.K. Shogi here.
I thought you oughta
know I had a caller.
A... A relative
of a certain man.
Yeah.
Well, he wanted names of course.
Look, with a gun at my head,
what option did I have?
I tell you he had a gun.
One false word,
and he would have
blown my head off.
Look, I'm lucky to
be alive to warn you.
Y... Yeah.
Yeah, I gave him a name, but...
But, look, don't worry.
Don't worry.
I gave him George Byas.
Well, because he's
already checked out.
Yeah. I'm sure. Yeah.
He's going back to the mainland
as fast as he can get there.
Mr. George Byas,
please report to
the information desk.
Mr. George Byas.
I'm George Byas.
Mr. Byas?
Yes?
I have an important
message for you.
This way, please.
I swear to you.
I give you my word.
I was gone before
there was any shooting.
I didn't even know about it
until I read it in the
papers this morning.
Look, I was... I
was a big loser.
Eighteen hundred
dollars in three nights.
My brother lost?
Yes, $3,000, he said.
Maybe the game was crooked.
I don't know.
I'm not a gambler.
I'm a businessman from Denver.
Let me give you my card.
I know who you are.
Who are the others?
I never even met them before.
We only used first names.
Sam, Del, Larry, Peter.
I'm sorry about your brother.
He seemed like a nice fellow.
This kind of game
doesn't advertise.
Somebody steered you into it.
Yes. My company's
local representative.
He was showing me around.
His name's Larry Puana.
Give me a light.
You're right-handed.
Well, yes.
Does it make any difference?
Go back to Denver.
Don't gamble with strangers.
Hi. I'm Lilo.
Hello.
I'm Danny.
Question is, which Danny?
I know so many.
Let's see, there's Danny boy.
Danny the Surfer.
Three-shot Danny.
You aren't any
of those, are you?
No.
I give 'em tags,
'cause nobody ever
has a last name.
It's very sad.
Do you have a last name, Danny?
Not me.
Then I'll think
of a tag for you,
after you tell me how
you got my phone number.
Don't you remember
giving it out?
Not to you.
I, uh, traded three
numbers for yours.
Do you mind?
That depends. Who was it?
Why don't you tell me?
You wrote your
name and your number
on the inside of a
matchbook just like this one.
Huh?
You remember now, don't you?
I think I've got a tag for you.
Danny the cop. All right?
Okay. Who was it, Lilo?
What did he do?
Maybe nothing.
But I wanna find out.
His name is Larry Puana.
Thanks.
This is his desk,
just the way he left it.
Mail not opened, his
list of appointments.
I've had to cancel four of them.
Telephone calls.
Some of them are from his wife,
so it's obvious he
hasn't gone home.
Kind of cigarettes
does he smoke?
He doesn't.
He chews gum.
I see.
Uh, can I use the phone, please?
Of course.
There's an outside line.
I'm getting worried.
He's never done
anything like this before.
Thank you.
Steve?
Got your pen handy?
You can fill in
the name of Mr. B.
Larry Puana.
Well, there are several
points to consider, Mr. Fuller.
I've been with Leitz
Aerospace for 14 years,
so there's seniority,
retirement plans, stock options.
'Course I wouldn't be
here if I wasn't interested
in making a change
for the better,
you understand?
But it would have to
be in all those areas.
When you want to hire a
man you have to pay his price.
My company will pay it.
Well, I would like to
see it all spelled out.
I'll get you another drink.
No, thank you.
My stomach's a little upset.
Indigestion probably.
I don't think so. I...
put something in your drink.
I've never had this before.
It was poison.
Oh, cut out the jokes, will you?
I'm sick.
No jokes, Mr. Puana.
You're gonna die
for killing my brother.
Your brother?
What are you talking about?
I'm Lorenzo Corman.
You shot Peter.
I didn't do it.
Oh, my Lord.
Poison.
You've made a mistake.
Prove it.
How can I prove
it? Get me a doctor.
The antidote.
Take this in time
and you'll live.
Oh, please.
Please, I swear.
Who shot Peter?
I don't know.
Oh, wait.
Don't go.
I wasn't there
when they shot him,
but I can tell you who was.
We'll see. Tell me.
There was George Byas. I know.
And Sam, Sam Quong,
and Enright, Del Enright.
They were both
there when I left.
Sam Quong.
Yes, yes.
Del Enright.
Yes. One of them
must have done it.
Please.
Please, don't let me die.
You'll be all right.
What did you put in my drink?
It's called ipecac.
I've never heard of it.
Doctors use it to
induce vomiting.
It's harmless.
What's this antidote?
Just water.
You'll be all right in an hour.
What about Corman?
I think he's trying
to do this himself,
the hard way.
I requested a make on him
from New York City
Police Department.
Lorenzo Corman used to
have underworld connections.
Right now, he's
headquartered in Detroit.
Apparently, a
successful businessman,
but 22 years ago he
had one conviction.
For what?
Second-degree murder.
He was an enforcer
before he, uh,
apparently quit the rackets.
But he did kill and
could kill again.
Stay with it.
I got an idea.
I'll be in touch.
Lorenzo is in Room 2B.
He's not there, Mrs. Corman.
Well, he's not here, either.
May I come in?
Yes.
You didn't say you
don't know where he is.
Did it ever occur to
you, Mr. McGarrett,
that he might be out making
funeral arrangements?
For whom?
Well, that's an
awful thing to say.
One of the men
from that poker game
has disappeared.
Another one called
me from the airport,
said that Lorenzo
had questioned him.
That's two suspects, and
Lorenzo got to them first.
How is that, Mrs. Corman?
Are you asking me?
I'm asking you.
I think there's one
explanation to it.
I think your husband told
you something before he died,
and I think you've
passed it on to Lorenzo.
I'd like to know what it was.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm talking about murder.
Murder and your brother-in-law.
We checked him out, and
I think he's capable of it.
Now, it might have happened,
but maybe there's
time to stop it.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Please, leave me
alone. I don't know.
Lorenzo, where have you been?
Don't worry about me.
Are you all right? Yes.
No. I don't know.
Mr. McGarrett was here.
What did you tell him?
I didn't need to
tell him anything.
He knows what you're doing.
What did you tell him?
That the murderer
is left-handed? No.
But you have to, Lorenzo.
There's only one
thing I have to do.
Please, McGarrett
will find out who did it.
Maybe he will, and
maybe he won't.
That's not good
enough for me, Maggie.
Well, suppose you find out,
will you turn him
over to the police?
I haven't decided.
Lorenzo, please...
You have a gun.
You bought a gun.
For protection. He, uh...
He could kill me the
way he killed Peter.
You're changing.
You're going back to the
old days when you were...
You didn't think I knew
about that, did you?
Peter told me. He
told me everything.
He was honest.
And what is he now?
Dead!
You're not going
to bring him back
by killing his murderer.
This doesn't
concern you, Maggie.
Doesn't concern me?
Perhaps you've forgotten
Peter was my husband.
Look, Peter is gone,
I don't want anything
to happen to you.
Now the local weather forecast.
For Oahu and vicinity,
partly cloudy today, tonight...
Come in, Del.
Good evening, Sam.
I hope this isn't an
awkward time to call.
Just catching the news.
Anything new on the murder?
It's the same old stuff.
Well, I've got a late
flash for you, Sam.
The kid's brother's in town
looking to kill somebody.
How do you know?
Had a call from Larry Puana.
This maniac came at him.
Larry's lucky to be alive.
Hm.
Fix you a drink?
No. No, thanks.
Sam... one of the
four of us killed that kid.
Now, the way I see it,
it wasn't Byas or
Larry who did it.
How do you know?
Corman talked to both of them.
Corman let 'em both go.
Corman isn't easy to convince.
Now, if neither of them did it,
and it certainly wasn't me,
that sort of leaves
you all alone, Sam.
It's not exactly what I
call courtroom evidence.
Oh, come on, we're
not in a courtroom.
We're just two old poker
buddies kicking it around.
What you do in your spare time
is between you and
your conscience.
No trouble there.
Where is the trouble, Del?
Crooked poker game, Sam.
The kid was down $3,000.
Byas was a big loser. I
was down 1,000 myself.
What is this, some
kind of shakedown?
Oh, you know me
better than that.
No, I just took the trouble
to figure out how much I lost.
And I'd like to be reimbursed.
You want $1,000?
That, and whatever
I might have won,
if the game had
been on the level.
I figure 2,000.
That's a conservative figure.
I don't keep that kind
of money in the house.
I'll take a check.
I don't keep it in a
bank account either.
Supposing I take it out
of my safe deposit
box tomorrow, okay?
Early tomorrow, Sam.
You see, I'm gonna
take a short vacation,
till big brother goes home.
Good night, Sam.
Mr. Del Enright?
Yeah...?
You would be
Mr. Corman, no doubt.
Well, I can't say
this is unexpected.
You wanna know
who killed your brother.
I can tell you.
I'll bet you can.
I had absolutely
nothing to do with it.
Prove it.
I intend to do that,
by giving you the
name of the murderer.
Sam Quong?
Yes.
You say him, he'll say you.
But it was Sam.
He was cheating
in the poker game.
Your brother discovered it.
Sam all but admitted it to me.
Over there.
What?
That tennis ball.
The tennis ball? What about it?
Get it.
Pick it up and throw it.
What do you got, Danno?
His name's Enright.
He's a lawyer.
A couple of kids
parked over there
saw a man run away
after the shooting.
Description fits Lorenzo Corman.
With these, Enright
could be Mr. C.
Put it on the air, Danno.
Lorenzo Corman,
wanted for suspicion of murder.
Armed and dangerous.
Hello?
Lorenzo?
Hey, Maggie.
Maggie, do something for me.
What?
No, no, just listen.
I want you to go to McGarrett.
That's right.
Tell him it wasn't me.
Tell him I didn't do it.
It was somebody else.
Mag... Maggie,
will you just listen?
Tell him... Tell
McGarrett that...
Enright was the wrong man.
So why would I do it?
Tell him that.
What?
Tell him what.
Oh, oh, wait... Wait a minute.
There's someone at the door.
Hold on.
McGarrett.
Has everyone gone crazy?
Would you please tell
me what's happening?
Lorenzo got his revenge.
We think he killed
a man last night.
Now he's on the run.
If he contacts you again,
you don't turn him over to us,
that makes you an
accessory to murder.
Do you understand
that, Mrs. Corman?
Corman.
Listen to me, Cor...
He hung up. You
can tell him for me,
if he contacts you again,
there is no way he
can get off this rock.
Every police officer on
the island is looking for him
and they know he's
armed and dangerous.
Even if he's innocent?
As I said, we think
he murdered someone.
Who?
A lawyer named Enright.
But that's the wrong one.
Lorenzo told me
to tell you that.
It wasn't Enright.
So why would Lorenzo kill him?
Who is the right one?
I don't know.
It may be your last
chance, Mrs. Corman.
Maybe it's Lorenzo's
last chance.
I'd give it some thought.
He knows that the man who
killed Peter is left-handed.
Left-handed?
Is that what your husband
told you before he died?
Yes.
Lorenzo wouldn't
let me tell you before.
Anything? Not much, Steve.
Enright played poker a
couple of times a month.
Big stakes and the
game often lasted all night.
Enright, Puana, Byas, but D.
McGARRETT: Who could be Mr. D?
Why are you so interested in D?
Because he's the
one who killed Peter.
Wasn't Enright.
Lorenzo killed the wrong
man, and he knew it.
You know something I don't.
So did Lorenzo.
He got all four names
and checked them out.
Killer was left-handed.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Chin, go.
You need some help?
Good. Keep me informed.
H.P.D. just got a tip.
They spotted Lorenzo.
Where?
Makiki Heights.
Who is it?
Larry, Sam. I gotta talk to you.
You're... Lorenzo Corman, Sam.
The man you just tried to kill.
I-I-I... I don't know you.
You're mistaken.
No mistake, Sam.
You killed my brother,
and you tried to kill me.
Mr. Corman, you're a sick man.
The police are taking the
town apart looking for you.
You look weak.
Let me fix you a drink
before you collapse.
Better fix one for yourself too.
You're wrong about
who killed your brother.
It was Del Enright.
No.
The man who did it was...
left-handed.
All right, but if you kill me,
it'd be the biggest
mistake you could make.
Look, what you need
now is... I-is a doctor and...
And... And... And a
way to get off the rock.
I can help you. I got
money right here. Cash.
Away from that drawer.
Okay.
Lay the gun on the
desk, very carefully.
You're a murderer.
It's been on TV all night.
I can kill you and
plead self-defense.
Which, of course, is
exactly what I intend to do.
McGarrett won't buy that.
Oh, yes, he will.
Especially after I place the
gun that killed Del Enright
in your possession.
Ballistics will match.
Everything will match.
Except who killed my brother.
Del Enright, of course.
As a matter of fact...
Am I under arrest?
That's right, until we
find out who killed Enright.
I didn't.
The gun that did is right there.
And it's Sam Quong's.
The bullet that
killed my brother
will match the... The
one in my shoulder.
One man is dead
because you decided
personal revenge
is more important
than due process of law.
Too bad you don't know as
much about law and justice,
as you know about
guns and bullets.
Let's go.
Two.
Three here.
Two for me.
One good one.
Three for the dealer.
Openers.
Pass.
Mine's worth 25.
I'm out.
I'm out.
I'll raise you 50.
I'm out.
Once more.
And back.
I'll call ya.
Aces over.
Three little fives.
Every time, man.
Every time I'm holding,
you guys drop out,
and when I got nothing,
you're all bumping.
You think you should
be immune to bad luck?
I've had $3,000
worth of your bad luck.
Are you trying to
tell us something?
Yeah.
I'm finished.
Hey.
You reported the shooting?
Yes, sir. In there.
He's still alive, I think.
What's your name?
Tom Hurst. This is Susan Carter.
Hello, Susan.
Please wait, won't you?
Yes, sir.
How is he?
Bad.
How bad?
2-to-1 he won't
make it to the hospital.
Who is he, Steve?
Peter Corman, New York City.
Tourist, I guess.
At least three bullets in him.
Cover everything, Danno.
Give me a shot of this
table. I'll be at the hospital.
Right.
May I talk to him, doctor?
Peter?
Peter, can you hear me?
Peter, if you can hear
me, you don't have to talk,
just nod your head.
I'm Mrs. Corman. I'm his wife.
Let go of me. I wanna
see my husband!
Let go. What's the
matter with you?
Officer. I... I want to see him.
Thank you. Mrs.
Corman, please. Please...
Please.
My name is McGarrett.
Now, I'll let you
see your husband,
but you've got to
calm down first.
Why can't I see him? Please.
But, listen, you've
got to calm down first.
Now, can you do that?
Please.
He's been hurt, badly hurt.
You can't help him this way.
Now, please, do you understand?
All... All right, I'm...
I'm... I'm all right.
Talk to him. Ask
him what happened.
I can't get through to him.
Peter.
What happened?
My God.
It's... It's Maggie, sweetheart.
Can you hear me?
Peter?
Maggie?
I should have known better.
Te... Tell... Tell Lorenzo...
Left-handed.
Peter?
Mrs. Corman, please.
Come on.
No, please. It's no
good to stay here.
Let... Let me stay
with him, please.
Please, I want to.
No! Please.
No! Oh, God, no!
No.
No, he's not.
He's not. No. No.
Please.
Can't... I can't... I
can't believe that...
I can't believe it.
Please.
I hate to question you
now, I know how difficult it is,
but it's very important.
Can you think of anyone
who might have wanted
to kill your husband?
No, no one.
He hardly even
knew anybody here.
But he said something
to you. What was it?
He said... He
said, "Tell Lorenzo,"
something.
I... I couldn't
understand what it was.
Who's Lorenzo?
That's Peter's brother.
He's coming in from
the mainland today.
We have to...
We're... We were
supposed to p...
Pick him up at the airport.
Oh, God.
Announcing Flight 14 from
New York and Los Angeles.
Now arriving at Gate 8.
Passengers arriving on Flight 14
may now claim their luggage
at the baggage-claim area.
Now, I'd like to
know what happened.
Apparently, your brother was
in a high-stakes poker game.
Somebody shot him.
That's all we know
at the moment.
But you'll find out
who murdered him?
We usually do, Mr. Corman.
Now, what can you tell
me about your brother?
What can I tell you?
He was 26 years old,
married only a couple of months.
He wasn't much more
than a kid, McGarrett,
just starting to live.
This trip was...
my present to them.
Kind of a honeymoon.
I don't want the
guy who did this
to get away with it.
Neither do I.
Thank you, Mr. McGarrett.
Here's my card. Keep in touch.
This is the final
call for Flight 190
for Los Angeles and Chicago,
now ready for
departure at Gate 9.
You talked to Peter
before he died?
What did he say?
He said, "Tell Lorenzo..."
I... I don't know what it was.
It didn't make any sense.
Think.
You've gotta remember.
Was it about the shooting?
I don't know, Lorenzo.
I can't think now.
You can.
You've gotta remember.
I can't.
Try.
What did Peter say to me?
Please, leave me alone.
Can't you understand
I wanna forget?
I just wanna...
What?
What is it?
He... He whispered
something about...
handed, left-handed.
That's all?
Left-handed.
Danno, what do you got?
Maybe the motive.
The air-condition motive?
Take a look.
Closed-circuit TV camera.
Found some others
around here too.
Somebody was looking
down at all the hands.
But which cat was
being fed the information?
Hard to say.
He probably had a
remote receiver on him.
Yeah, but somebody
had to be the spotter,
and handle the equipment.
Outside, in a panel truck.
Neat operation.
Probably arranged
especially for tourists.
Remote TV.
Mobile unit. Pretty
sophisticated equipment.
Who has that kind
of stuff, Danno?
Only three people I know.
Legitimate firms?
Well, they're legal.
Got the latest
equipment from Japan.
They, uh, specialize
in divorce evidence.
Well,
let's find the one who
specialized in poker games.
You can check it with my wife.
And your brother-in-law?
Yeah, him too. They'll
tell you where I was.
Okay, you can go.
Can you prove it?
Do I have to?
Only if you want
to leave here today.
I can prove it. I
was with four people.
Let's start with number one.
Name and phone number.
Oh, yes, sir?
Corman, uh, to see McGarrett.
Well, he's in a meeting.
I-I-I'll wait.
Well, I'll tell him you're here.
Thank you.
Yes. Yes, Jenny.
Yes, thank you.
Ask him to wait.
Mr. Shogi.
At your service.
You're in trouble.
I am?
You are.
Starting at the top,
accessory to murder.
Whether it comes down
any depends on you.
You rigged a house
at Waimanalo Beach.
I did? You did.
Deny it and you're under arrest.
All right.
I heard shots, but I
didn't see anybody.
Who was in that game?
I don't know. All I saw
was cards, no faces.
Who paid you for your services?
Huh?
Who paid you for your services?
A man.
A nice guy.
I felt sorry for him.
Some gamblers had taken him,
and he wanted some
of his money back,
so I helped him.
I realize now it was a mistake.
You helped him.
That's a nice way to put it.
What's his name?
Peter Corman.
You sure he hired you?
Well, you can ask him yourself.
He's staying at the
Blue Wave Motel.
He was staying at
the Blue Wave Motel.
Those three shots you
heard, he stopped them.
He's dead?
Ho'opau.
Does that surprise you?
Well, I assume somebody
must have caught on,
and bumped him off or something.
And I assumed that you knew
you had to come up with a name,
so you gave us the
only one we had.
McGARRETT: Somebody
who couldn't call you a liar.
I'm shocked that you
should call me one.
Book him.
Let's go.
Mr. McGarrett.
I've got something for you.
I'll take it.
First, tell me about
your investigation.
I'm not in the habit of
giving progress reports
to relatives, Mr. Corman.
But I'll tell you this much,
the poker game was rigged.
That's why your
brother was killed.
He found out?
Maybe that, or maybe
he rigged it himself.
That's a lie.
It could be,
but right now the
only witness I have
said that Peter paid
him to bug the game.
Your witness is a liar,
and if you believe
him, you're a fool.
Anybody accuses
Peter of cheating
might as well accuse me.
The difference is, I'm not dead.
The difference
is, I can fight back.
I'm not accusing anybody.
I'm conducting an
open investigation.
Now, you said you
had something for me?
I have nothing for you.
You just said you had something.
I said I can fight back.
That's what I said.
Peter Corman sat here.
There were four other
players. Let's call them:
A, B, C and D.
No other identification.
How do you know if that's
where Corman was sitting?
Peter Corman smoked
menthol cigarettes.
Here was his ashtray.
Peter Corman, deceased.
A's ashtray had nothing
but gum wrappers in it.
B was a chain smoker.
Here's something interesting.
C wore glasses.
His ashtray had these
chemically-treated lens tissues.
Buy them in any drugstore.
And D was a cigar smoker.
I wish I was slim
as those leads.
Maybe you will be,
by the time you run 'em down.
You packed the
egg foo yung there.
What about the beach house?
Well, it was rented
by a Mrs. Stewart.
Three months, paid in
advance, gave a phony address.
We got anything solid?
Yeah, maybe. Just one thing.
One of the players
knew a girl named Lilo.
Here's her phone number.
If she could identify
one of the players,
that's all we need.
He could lead us
to the other three.
It's your assignment, Danno.
Did you talk to,
uh, Shogi again?
Yeah. Got no place.
And his lawyer's waiting outside
with a writ of habeas corpus.
Okay, turn him loose.
He's not going anywhere.
Good morning, sir.
My apologies, if
I've kept you so long.
I've been out on a
very important case.
You've been in jail.
Your lawyer sprung you
less than an hour ago.
Well,
there may be some
truth to what you say.
But I'm curious,
how do you know?
I'm Lorenzo Corman.
Oh, you're related to...
A tragic event. My sympathy.
I don't want sympathy,
just information.
Well, I told the police
everything I know.
It was of very
little use to them.
One thousand dollars.
A substantial sum.
For a name.
No threats, Mr. Shogi.
No kickbacks.
For one legitimate name,
one thousand dollars.
Mr. Corman, you're in luck.
One is all I've got,
and I had a feeling I
could turn a profit by it
by not revealing it to the cops.
Um. Oh.
A Mr. George Byas.
He's staying at
the High Surf Motel.
Oh, uh, uh, hello.
S.K. Shogi here.
I thought you oughta
know I had a caller.
A... A relative
of a certain man.
Yeah.
Well, he wanted names of course.
Look, with a gun at my head,
what option did I have?
I tell you he had a gun.
One false word,
and he would have
blown my head off.
Look, I'm lucky to
be alive to warn you.
Y... Yeah.
Yeah, I gave him a name, but...
But, look, don't worry.
Don't worry.
I gave him George Byas.
Well, because he's
already checked out.
Yeah. I'm sure. Yeah.
He's going back to the mainland
as fast as he can get there.
Mr. George Byas,
please report to
the information desk.
Mr. George Byas.
I'm George Byas.
Mr. Byas?
Yes?
I have an important
message for you.
This way, please.
I swear to you.
I give you my word.
I was gone before
there was any shooting.
I didn't even know about it
until I read it in the
papers this morning.
Look, I was... I
was a big loser.
Eighteen hundred
dollars in three nights.
My brother lost?
Yes, $3,000, he said.
Maybe the game was crooked.
I don't know.
I'm not a gambler.
I'm a businessman from Denver.
Let me give you my card.
I know who you are.
Who are the others?
I never even met them before.
We only used first names.
Sam, Del, Larry, Peter.
I'm sorry about your brother.
He seemed like a nice fellow.
This kind of game
doesn't advertise.
Somebody steered you into it.
Yes. My company's
local representative.
He was showing me around.
His name's Larry Puana.
Give me a light.
You're right-handed.
Well, yes.
Does it make any difference?
Go back to Denver.
Don't gamble with strangers.
Hi. I'm Lilo.
Hello.
I'm Danny.
Question is, which Danny?
I know so many.
Let's see, there's Danny boy.
Danny the Surfer.
Three-shot Danny.
You aren't any
of those, are you?
No.
I give 'em tags,
'cause nobody ever
has a last name.
It's very sad.
Do you have a last name, Danny?
Not me.
Then I'll think
of a tag for you,
after you tell me how
you got my phone number.
Don't you remember
giving it out?
Not to you.
I, uh, traded three
numbers for yours.
Do you mind?
That depends. Who was it?
Why don't you tell me?
You wrote your
name and your number
on the inside of a
matchbook just like this one.
Huh?
You remember now, don't you?
I think I've got a tag for you.
Danny the cop. All right?
Okay. Who was it, Lilo?
What did he do?
Maybe nothing.
But I wanna find out.
His name is Larry Puana.
Thanks.
This is his desk,
just the way he left it.
Mail not opened, his
list of appointments.
I've had to cancel four of them.
Telephone calls.
Some of them are from his wife,
so it's obvious he
hasn't gone home.
Kind of cigarettes
does he smoke?
He doesn't.
He chews gum.
I see.
Uh, can I use the phone, please?
Of course.
There's an outside line.
I'm getting worried.
He's never done
anything like this before.
Thank you.
Steve?
Got your pen handy?
You can fill in
the name of Mr. B.
Larry Puana.
Well, there are several
points to consider, Mr. Fuller.
I've been with Leitz
Aerospace for 14 years,
so there's seniority,
retirement plans, stock options.
'Course I wouldn't be
here if I wasn't interested
in making a change
for the better,
you understand?
But it would have to
be in all those areas.
When you want to hire a
man you have to pay his price.
My company will pay it.
Well, I would like to
see it all spelled out.
I'll get you another drink.
No, thank you.
My stomach's a little upset.
Indigestion probably.
I don't think so. I...
put something in your drink.
I've never had this before.
It was poison.
Oh, cut out the jokes, will you?
I'm sick.
No jokes, Mr. Puana.
You're gonna die
for killing my brother.
Your brother?
What are you talking about?
I'm Lorenzo Corman.
You shot Peter.
I didn't do it.
Oh, my Lord.
Poison.
You've made a mistake.
Prove it.
How can I prove
it? Get me a doctor.
The antidote.
Take this in time
and you'll live.
Oh, please.
Please, I swear.
Who shot Peter?
I don't know.
Oh, wait.
Don't go.
I wasn't there
when they shot him,
but I can tell you who was.
We'll see. Tell me.
There was George Byas. I know.
And Sam, Sam Quong,
and Enright, Del Enright.
They were both
there when I left.
Sam Quong.
Yes, yes.
Del Enright.
Yes. One of them
must have done it.
Please.
Please, don't let me die.
You'll be all right.
What did you put in my drink?
It's called ipecac.
I've never heard of it.
Doctors use it to
induce vomiting.
It's harmless.
What's this antidote?
Just water.
You'll be all right in an hour.
What about Corman?
I think he's trying
to do this himself,
the hard way.
I requested a make on him
from New York City
Police Department.
Lorenzo Corman used to
have underworld connections.
Right now, he's
headquartered in Detroit.
Apparently, a
successful businessman,
but 22 years ago he
had one conviction.
For what?
Second-degree murder.
He was an enforcer
before he, uh,
apparently quit the rackets.
But he did kill and
could kill again.
Stay with it.
I got an idea.
I'll be in touch.
Lorenzo is in Room 2B.
He's not there, Mrs. Corman.
Well, he's not here, either.
May I come in?
Yes.
You didn't say you
don't know where he is.
Did it ever occur to
you, Mr. McGarrett,
that he might be out making
funeral arrangements?
For whom?
Well, that's an
awful thing to say.
One of the men
from that poker game
has disappeared.
Another one called
me from the airport,
said that Lorenzo
had questioned him.
That's two suspects, and
Lorenzo got to them first.
How is that, Mrs. Corman?
Are you asking me?
I'm asking you.
I think there's one
explanation to it.
I think your husband told
you something before he died,
and I think you've
passed it on to Lorenzo.
I'd like to know what it was.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm talking about murder.
Murder and your brother-in-law.
We checked him out, and
I think he's capable of it.
Now, it might have happened,
but maybe there's
time to stop it.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Please, leave me
alone. I don't know.
Lorenzo, where have you been?
Don't worry about me.
Are you all right? Yes.
No. I don't know.
Mr. McGarrett was here.
What did you tell him?
I didn't need to
tell him anything.
He knows what you're doing.
What did you tell him?
That the murderer
is left-handed? No.
But you have to, Lorenzo.
There's only one
thing I have to do.
Please, McGarrett
will find out who did it.
Maybe he will, and
maybe he won't.
That's not good
enough for me, Maggie.
Well, suppose you find out,
will you turn him
over to the police?
I haven't decided.
Lorenzo, please...
You have a gun.
You bought a gun.
For protection. He, uh...
He could kill me the
way he killed Peter.
You're changing.
You're going back to the
old days when you were...
You didn't think I knew
about that, did you?
Peter told me. He
told me everything.
He was honest.
And what is he now?
Dead!
You're not going
to bring him back
by killing his murderer.
This doesn't
concern you, Maggie.
Doesn't concern me?
Perhaps you've forgotten
Peter was my husband.
Look, Peter is gone,
I don't want anything
to happen to you.
Now the local weather forecast.
For Oahu and vicinity,
partly cloudy today, tonight...
Come in, Del.
Good evening, Sam.
I hope this isn't an
awkward time to call.
Just catching the news.
Anything new on the murder?
It's the same old stuff.
Well, I've got a late
flash for you, Sam.
The kid's brother's in town
looking to kill somebody.
How do you know?
Had a call from Larry Puana.
This maniac came at him.
Larry's lucky to be alive.
Hm.
Fix you a drink?
No. No, thanks.
Sam... one of the
four of us killed that kid.
Now, the way I see it,
it wasn't Byas or
Larry who did it.
How do you know?
Corman talked to both of them.
Corman let 'em both go.
Corman isn't easy to convince.
Now, if neither of them did it,
and it certainly wasn't me,
that sort of leaves
you all alone, Sam.
It's not exactly what I
call courtroom evidence.
Oh, come on, we're
not in a courtroom.
We're just two old poker
buddies kicking it around.
What you do in your spare time
is between you and
your conscience.
No trouble there.
Where is the trouble, Del?
Crooked poker game, Sam.
The kid was down $3,000.
Byas was a big loser. I
was down 1,000 myself.
What is this, some
kind of shakedown?
Oh, you know me
better than that.
No, I just took the trouble
to figure out how much I lost.
And I'd like to be reimbursed.
You want $1,000?
That, and whatever
I might have won,
if the game had
been on the level.
I figure 2,000.
That's a conservative figure.
I don't keep that kind
of money in the house.
I'll take a check.
I don't keep it in a
bank account either.
Supposing I take it out
of my safe deposit
box tomorrow, okay?
Early tomorrow, Sam.
You see, I'm gonna
take a short vacation,
till big brother goes home.
Good night, Sam.
Mr. Del Enright?
Yeah...?
You would be
Mr. Corman, no doubt.
Well, I can't say
this is unexpected.
You wanna know
who killed your brother.
I can tell you.
I'll bet you can.
I had absolutely
nothing to do with it.
Prove it.
I intend to do that,
by giving you the
name of the murderer.
Sam Quong?
Yes.
You say him, he'll say you.
But it was Sam.
He was cheating
in the poker game.
Your brother discovered it.
Sam all but admitted it to me.
Over there.
What?
That tennis ball.
The tennis ball? What about it?
Get it.
Pick it up and throw it.
What do you got, Danno?
His name's Enright.
He's a lawyer.
A couple of kids
parked over there
saw a man run away
after the shooting.
Description fits Lorenzo Corman.
With these, Enright
could be Mr. C.
Put it on the air, Danno.
Lorenzo Corman,
wanted for suspicion of murder.
Armed and dangerous.
Hello?
Lorenzo?
Hey, Maggie.
Maggie, do something for me.
What?
No, no, just listen.
I want you to go to McGarrett.
That's right.
Tell him it wasn't me.
Tell him I didn't do it.
It was somebody else.
Mag... Maggie,
will you just listen?
Tell him... Tell
McGarrett that...
Enright was the wrong man.
So why would I do it?
Tell him that.
What?
Tell him what.
Oh, oh, wait... Wait a minute.
There's someone at the door.
Hold on.
McGarrett.
Has everyone gone crazy?
Would you please tell
me what's happening?
Lorenzo got his revenge.
We think he killed
a man last night.
Now he's on the run.
If he contacts you again,
you don't turn him over to us,
that makes you an
accessory to murder.
Do you understand
that, Mrs. Corman?
Corman.
Listen to me, Cor...
He hung up. You
can tell him for me,
if he contacts you again,
there is no way he
can get off this rock.
Every police officer on
the island is looking for him
and they know he's
armed and dangerous.
Even if he's innocent?
As I said, we think
he murdered someone.
Who?
A lawyer named Enright.
But that's the wrong one.
Lorenzo told me
to tell you that.
It wasn't Enright.
So why would Lorenzo kill him?
Who is the right one?
I don't know.
It may be your last
chance, Mrs. Corman.
Maybe it's Lorenzo's
last chance.
I'd give it some thought.
He knows that the man who
killed Peter is left-handed.
Left-handed?
Is that what your husband
told you before he died?
Yes.
Lorenzo wouldn't
let me tell you before.
Anything? Not much, Steve.
Enright played poker a
couple of times a month.
Big stakes and the
game often lasted all night.
Enright, Puana, Byas, but D.
McGARRETT: Who could be Mr. D?
Why are you so interested in D?
Because he's the
one who killed Peter.
Wasn't Enright.
Lorenzo killed the wrong
man, and he knew it.
You know something I don't.
So did Lorenzo.
He got all four names
and checked them out.
Killer was left-handed.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Chin, go.
You need some help?
Good. Keep me informed.
H.P.D. just got a tip.
They spotted Lorenzo.
Where?
Makiki Heights.
Who is it?
Larry, Sam. I gotta talk to you.
You're... Lorenzo Corman, Sam.
The man you just tried to kill.
I-I-I... I don't know you.
You're mistaken.
No mistake, Sam.
You killed my brother,
and you tried to kill me.
Mr. Corman, you're a sick man.
The police are taking the
town apart looking for you.
You look weak.
Let me fix you a drink
before you collapse.
Better fix one for yourself too.
You're wrong about
who killed your brother.
It was Del Enright.
No.
The man who did it was...
left-handed.
All right, but if you kill me,
it'd be the biggest
mistake you could make.
Look, what you need
now is... I-is a doctor and...
And... And... And a
way to get off the rock.
I can help you. I got
money right here. Cash.
Away from that drawer.
Okay.
Lay the gun on the
desk, very carefully.
You're a murderer.
It's been on TV all night.
I can kill you and
plead self-defense.
Which, of course, is
exactly what I intend to do.
McGarrett won't buy that.
Oh, yes, he will.
Especially after I place the
gun that killed Del Enright
in your possession.
Ballistics will match.
Everything will match.
Except who killed my brother.
Del Enright, of course.
As a matter of fact...
Am I under arrest?
That's right, until we
find out who killed Enright.
I didn't.
The gun that did is right there.
And it's Sam Quong's.
The bullet that
killed my brother
will match the... The
one in my shoulder.
One man is dead
because you decided
personal revenge
is more important
than due process of law.
Too bad you don't know as
much about law and justice,
as you know about
guns and bullets.
Let's go.