Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 3, Episode 4 - Time and Memories - full transcript
McGarrett is awakened at 3:00 A.M. by a phone call from a past girlfriend, who hangs up before he is fully awake. The girlfriend then goes back to her husband's beach house and finds him dead from multiple blows to the head. Pieces of evidence around the crime scene implicate the woman, and eventually McGarrett is forced to arrest her (amid numerous flashbacks to their romance when McGarrett was a Navy lieutenant -- there are scenes filmed at the U.S.S. Arizona memorial where the woman's brother drowned on December 7, 1941). But not only does McGarrett have to fight his own emotional involvement, he has to check out at least three other possible suspects in the killing: the husband's law partner, his daughter from a previous marriage and the daughter's hot-shot attorney fiancé' who knows a great deal about crime scenes.
McGarrett.
Steve?
Did I wake you up?
Oh, I guess I did.
Who's this, please?
Steve, I'm...
I'm sorry I called like this.
I mean, after so long.
Cathy?
Cathy, is that you?
I'm sorry, Steve. I
shouldn't have called.
The milkmen aren't even up yet.
Mind telling the governor I
had me that job in college?
Frank Wallis brings a lot
of new industry to Hawaii.
He's a very important man.
Was.
Hi, Steve. Chin.
What does it look like?
A burglar got caught
in the act and panicked.
Mrs. Wallis said her husband
was over on a business trip.
He always carried a lot of
cash, wore an expensive ring.
McGARRETT: Murder weapon?
Not yet.
Doc have anything for us?
It'll be up fast,
but on first look he said
there were several blows
to the back of the head.
Probably with a fairly
smooth, flat object
heavy enough to do the job.
And Wallis' wife
found the body, huh?
Yeah, she was
walking on the beach,
came back around 3 a.m.
Looks like she
scared the guy off.
How do we know that?
Her, uh, jewel case
was still in the bedroom.
There was a watch on
Wallis' wrist. Platinum.
Sloppy.
Where were the servants?
None live in.
How 'bout the daughter?
H.P.D. is bringing her over now.
Mrs. Wallis in there?
Yeah.
Kono, how's she holding up?
One first-class lady.
Taking it okay.
I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mrs. Wallis, my name is...
I'm falling in love
with you, Cathy.
Steve, it's so good to see you.
It's been so long.
Wh... You didn't know, did
you? That... That I'm Mrs. Wallis.
No.
Why did you call
me last night, Cathy?
Well, to... You know,
just... Just to talk.
But you didn't talk.
Steve, Joan Wallis is here.
That's Joan, Frank's daughter.
Cathy, why was I...? I...
I asked them not to wake you.
I'm sorry.
Steve, find the person that
did this to my husband, please.
Okay for them to go?
Okay.
Chin, what have we got?
Medical examiner's
report on Frank Wallis.
Multiple contusions.
Death by blunt instrument.
Doc makes the time midnight,
give or take a half-hour.
That's two... Two
and a half hours
before Mrs. Wallis
discovered the body.
Well...
that's enough
time for any burglar
to take the house apart.
Jewel case, platinum
watch and all.
That's right.
Then I guess you were
one of the last people
to see Frank Wallis alive.
Yes, I... I suppose I was.
Well... except for the murderer.
Tell me about the
party, Mr. Borden.
Well, it was at my house.
It was in honor of
Frank and Cathy,
as a matter of fact.
Well, at least,
that was the idea.
What went wrong?
Between man and wife, who knows?
Particularly when Frank
Wallis happens to be the man.
What does that mean?
Well, he was pretty
handy with the zingers.
Hm.
Oh, now, don't get me wrong.
Frank was one of
my closest friends.
Helped me start my business.
As a matter of fact,
I couldn't have
done it without him.
He's a fantastic lawyer.
But?
I've seen him go to work on
guys in a negotiating session.
Tear them to pieces.
Maybe he started in a little bit
on Cathy that
night at the party.
But she stopped him.
How?
Slapped him.
A real good one too.
Then she took
off in Frank's car.
How did he react?
What did he do?
He laughed.
Ordered himself another drink.
Then you drove him
to the beach house?
Yeah. What time was that?
Oh... About midnight. I
dropped him off out front.
He asked me to
come in for a nightcap.
Did you go in?
Uh, no. No.
W-well, you see, I thought
it would be awkward.
Well, with Cathy there and all.
I figured the best thing
was if he went in alone.
So I said good night and
went on back to my party.
Cathy Wallis said she was
not at the house at the time.
She wasn't?
Well, I don't know,
I... I just assumed.
I mean, there was Frank's
car, the one she drove,
parked in the driveway
in front of the house.
Thank you for driving
me here, Mr. McGarrett.
I'm still a little shaky.
I understand. Oh,
will you excuse me?
Sir!
One lump or two?
Heh.
You do understand what
I have to do, don't you?
No.
And I never will.
You lied to me, Cathy.
I couldn't tell you.
I should have, I know.
Not telling me, you
see, that was a lie.
Oh, Steve.
It is Gate 9.
Good. Good.
I've only got a few more
questions, Miss Wallis.
At that party last night,
what were your parents
quarreling about?
I don't know.
Probably nothing special.
It didn't take much to get a row
going between Dad and Cathy.
Or Dad and anyone.
Part of being a lawyer, I guess.
He liked to argue, and
he was very good at it.
Lately.
Not like... Like years ago.
Dad and my mother,
my real mother.
He was different then.
But then, uh,
she died and, uh...
Flight 407 from San Francisco
now unloading at Gate 9.
The party really began
for me then, after Dad left.
You see, my fiancé called me.
From San Francisco?
He phoned me at the party.
The time. Do you
remember the time?
Oh, it was a little after 12.
I was feeling pretty low.
You know, missing Arthur a lot.
But after we talked,
everything seemed better.
Oh, there he is.
Will you excuse me?
Sure.
Oh, Arthur. I'm so
glad you're here.
It's all right, baby.
McGARRETT: Joan tells
me her fiancé is a lawyer
in your husband's law firm.
- Yes.
She's so lucky to have
Arthur here at a time like this.
Frank was so
convinced about Arthur.
He... He knew. He
even had me convinced
that Arthur was wrong for Joan.
The bright young man
from the wrong
side of the tracks.
It couldn't possibly work.
Just look at them.
I'm sorry, you...
You asked about
the party last night.
Our little squabble.
Yes. What happened?
Oh... it was something trivial,
but it seemed very
important at the time.
It was always like
that with us. We...
We each knew where the
buttons were, press here,
instant rage.
Why did you stay with him?
Divorce?
Oh, we discussed it, we
separated once briefly,
but... we hadn't
reached that final point.
We probably never would have.
Steve, Frank's murder...
wasn't it robbery?
You returned to the
house before midnight.
Were you there when
your husband got back?
Why all these questions?
I'm a cop, Cathy, remember?
All right.
I already told your associate,
I, uh... I went out of
the house after midnight.
I went walking on the beach.
Alone? For three hours? Why?
I didn't want to see Frank.
I heard someone
coming, it had to be him.
I was still angry
from the party, so I...
I went walking.
Didn't you see
anyone on the beach?
No, I suppose there
were people there,
I... I didn't see any.
And then... And then what?
I called you.
Went home, found Frank.
Why did you call me, Cathy?
I've asked you that
question, never got an answer.
Just to talk to you,
to say that years ago,
you were right, Steve.
That's all I wanted to say.
Steve, Frank was a very
difficult man to live with,
but... you know me.
You do believe what
I'm saying, don't you?
Get her, get her, get her!
Children, children.
Not too wild.
Louise. Hey, what
have you got there?
Have you been in my closet?
It's mine, Mommy.
What do you mean yours?
It doesn't belong to nobody.
I found it. Over there.
Right, Harold?
Give it to me.
What's this?
It's blood, type O.
The same as Frank
Wallis. What else?
Just what the label
says, San Francisco store.
Well, that narrows it down.
Chin, take a detail of men,
start searching the area
where this was found.
It's mine.
Where'd you find it?
In the beach house?
Where did you
see it last, Cathy?
Mr. McGarrett, would
you mind answering
Mrs. Wallis' questions first?
All right, counselor.
The wrap was found in the
weeds on a lot on the beach.
We think it's
Wallis' blood on it.
It was the same type.
I took it out before the party.
I was going to wear
it, but it was too warm.
And?
I think... that, uh...
That I left it in the
living room on the sofa.
McGARRETT: On the sofa?
Well, I don't see
the meaning for all of this.
The thief or thieves
who killed Mr. Wallis
could have taken the wrap.
So could anyone
who wanted it hidden
because there was blood on it.
Steve, no thief would, uh,
take it to cart out
some cash or a ring.
Mrs. Wallis, is
anything larger missing?
Aren't you having a complete
inventory made of the bungalow?
I understand that's
standard procedure.
How do you know what
standard procedure is, Mr. Dixon?
I worked for the DA's office
in San Francisco for a while
before I joined
Mr. Wallis' law firm.
I see.
Cathy, the evening wrap
doesn't mean a thing by itself,
but it is your wrap,
and now it's more important
than ever that you
account for your time.
I told you, I went walking.
Well, did you see anyone?
Did you talk with anyone?
You, I-I talked to you.
Too late.
The time from 12
to 12:30 is vital.
Now, please, Cathy, try.
Someone, anyone.
There wasn't anyone.
I was just walking by myself.
Danno, this is Mr. Ramiro.
He works for Wallis' neighbor.
Mr. Ramiro spotted someone
leaving the Wallis pad
around, uh, 1:00 last night.
Thank you, Chin. Come on in.
Sit down, Mr. Ramiro.
Now, are you sure it
was the Wallis house?
I sure.
I come home last
night pretty late
from visit with lady friend.
What time was that?
Oh, I not sure.
Maybe 1:00.
Close.
Yes, maybe 1:00 in morning.
And that's when you saw her?
First I hear nothing.
Then I see lady.
She get into car,
drive up Kahala Way,
then turn Diamond Head side.
Last night very dark, but I see.
Did she see you?
I think maybe. Yes.
When she got into the car,
did you see what
she was wearing?
Dress? Muumuu?
Yes, I see.
Party-dress kind.
She a woman. Lady. Tall.
Stanford Law.
McGARRETT: Good school.
Yeah, don't remind me.
Years of classes by day,
driving a cab at night,
studying in between.
Sleeping when and if
there was any time left over.
Rough schedule.
You really must have
wanted to be a lawyer.
Well, a professional man.
In my family that meant wearing
a clean shirt to work every day.
Looks like you made it.
Yeah, I made it,
thanks to Frank Wallis.
Tell me about him. Did
he have any enemies?
Any good executive
probably does.
Please don't ask me
to speak against him,
Mr. McGarrett, I owe
a lot to Frank Wallis.
Like what?
Well, my whole career.
You don't usually
start out the way I did
and wind up practicing
blue-chip corporate law.
He hired me, I owe him that.
And Joan?
Well, he didn't approve of us.
Well, me really.
But if it wasn't
for Frank Wallis,
I'd have never met Joan.
Mr. McGarrett, you strike me
as a man who doesn't waste time.
What do you want from me?
Oh, a little background.
Do you think robbery
is definitely out?
Out.
Then why should I help you?
Because people you like may
need some help, counselor.
Cathy?
Among others.
What would you like to know?
Was Wallis in any
trouble down here?
Well, things weren't
going too smoothly
with Ross Borden's
company lately.
I don't know, some
internal problems.
I wasn't too close
to the situation
the last few weeks.
I gave my notice when
Mr. Wallis gave me an ultimatum.
The job or the girl, huh?
I can always get a job.
Who gains now
that Wallis is dead?
Well, certainly not Mrs. Wallis.
Cathy has a tidy
fortune of her own
from her family, you know,
and Mr. Wallis' will
leaves virtually everything,
including controlling
interest in the firm, to Joan.
Cathy knew that.
There's no motivation
for Cathy Wallis.
That's interesting. And
everything goes to Joan?
Oh, come on, now, Mr. McGarrett.
First Cathy, now Joan.
Neither of them had
anything to do with this.
Why do you keep trying
to push it in their direction?
Counselor, I've got a witness
that saw a woman drive away
from Wallis' front door
about the right time.
Well, Joan can
account for her time.
She was at the party. I know.
I called her there
from the office.
In San Francisco?
Yes, I know. We checked it.
You made a call at 12:22
and spoke for 15 minutes.
What'd you talk about?
We talked about getting married.
I told her I was prepared
to fly over immediately
and get married here.
I assumed that Mr. Wallis
would be reconciled to it all
once it was a fact.
And now?
Now I'm trying to help Joan
forget what's happened here,
and I'm making sure
that Mrs. Wallis' rights
are properly
observed by everyone.
Now it's not possible,
Mr. McGarrett.
You don't really think
Cathy Wallis did it, do you?
Yes, I do.
Yes, send them in, Jenny.
Won't you come
in, please? Sit down.
Mr. McGarrett,
Joan has something
she wants to tell you.
It's all right, honey. Go on.
Uh, that woman?
The one you said a witness saw,
you know, driving away
from the beach house
the night my father was killed?
That wasn't Cathy.
How do you know that?
Because it was me.
Depressed, very depressed,
but then someone at the party
said there was a
phone call for me.
It was Arthur, calling
from San Francisco.
And I just let it all out then.
Daddy wasn't ever going
to approve of us
getting married,
but Arthur, he said everything
was gonna be all right.
And the two of you
talked for quite a while.
Yes, we did.
And it really started
making me feel better.
I remember I said to Arthur,
"This must be costing
a fortune, this call,
across the Pacific and all."
But he said that he was
on the tie line from the office.
I remember we both
laughed about that,
because in a sense, Daddy
was paying for the call.
And then you, uh, drove
back to the beach house?
Yes, because I
was feeling so good.
I thought maybe if I could
talk to Daddy once more
and make him see how
much Arthur means to me...
But when I got there,
I walked almost up
to the front door, and...
I knew it was no use.
Daddy wouldn't listen, and...
And Cathy was
probably there too.
And maybe they didn't
agree on a lot of things, but...
But Arthur wasn't one of them.
Cathy went along with
Dad on the marriage idea.
And once Daddy
makes up his mind,
well, there's just no way.
No way.
Did you go inside the house?
No. I drove back to the party
and I forgot all about Daddy.
Do you know if anybody saw you
when you left the party
or when you got back?
No, I don't think
anyone noticed.
Why didn't you tell
me all this before?
That's all academic now,
isn't it, Mr. McGarrett?
The fact that she went there,
or didn't mention it until now.
I don't think so.
You said the important thing
is the time of death,
between 12 and 12:30.
Joan was at the party
on the phone with me
until after 12:30.
The time of death is
approximate, counselor.
You should know that. You
worked for the DA's office.
Thank you very much.
You may go, Miss Wallis.
Chin.
Chin Ho. Yeah.
What do you got?
Maybe the jackpot.
Well, there's your
murder weapon.
Samples of hair, scalp tissue.
All Wallis'.
Any prints? Lots. Real beauties.
There's no doubt about it.
Mrs. Wallis'
fingerprints were on it.
It was her evening
wrap with his blood on it.
She had plenty of motive,
they fought publicly
an hour before.
No alibi. Said she was
just walking on the beach.
Could all add up, Steve.
He came home, they
started fighting again.
Cathy Wallis picked that
up, hit him with it, killed him.
Tried to make it
look like robbery.
You've got enough to charge
her, charge her and book her.
No, not yet, Danno.
Look, Steve, this
is no ordinary case,
not for you.
Why don't you let us handle it?
Kono, Chin and me?
For your own good.
Hey, sailor.
I'm looking for the
boat to the monument,
the Pearl Harbor boat.
You mean the Arizona Memorial?
You're not even close.
You go back to the road
and make a sharp left
for about a mile,
and then there's a
right and you'll be very...
What's your name?
Cathy.
Okay, Cathy.
When you get there,
after you make the right,
there are a couple of
piers, be very careful.
You have to make a sharp
right along one of the piers,
for a couple of hundred
yards. You got that?
You're quite a man, lieutenant.
Do you usually arrange
the admiral's launch
for all your girls?
No, not usually.
I'm honored.
You're a funny girl.
You think so?
Coming here. Why?
Doesn't everybody?
I have a feeling you're
here for a special reason.
It's my brother.
He's here on the Arizona.
Sorry.
I never even knew him.
I was all of 1 year old.
I heard so much about
him from my father that...
Well, it feels as if I knew him.
My father worshiped him.
He always wanted him
to take over the
family business.
And what does your
father do? Do? Heh.
Everything and it
all makes money.
Can't you tell by looking at me?
Poor little rich girl, huh?
That's right, lieutenant.
Champagne and
caviar and all that?
And it's all
absolutely delicious.
McGARRETT: Then why come here?
To think.
Remember, about me.
Everything I've wanted to do,
everything I've wanted to be.
Sounds very serious.
It's just in here I seem
to be able to
think more clearly.
You've been here before?
Then why did you ask
me how to get here?
Well, I felt like
company. Do you mind?
No. No, not at all.
A handsome lieutenant,
maybe someday you'll
become an admiral.
Not me.
What would have happened if,
uh, I hadn't come here with you?
I usually get what I want.
And when I get it,
I usually find I don't want it.
McGARRETT: I'm falling
in love with you, Cathy.
Shouldn't we both
have some coffee?
One lump or two?
It's sweet enough
just the way it is.
McGARRETT: How
about tomorrow, huh?
What's the matter, Cathy?
Every time I mention
that word, you...
You don't wanna hear it.
Oh, Steve.
I know what you want, I...
I know the kind of commitment
you'd ask from a
woman or a wife.
I'm not ready for it yet.
Sure you are.
I can't give it to you.
Sure you can. You love me.
Yes.
Don't you think that I
want to stay here with you?
Well, then stay.
You can stay. Stay.
Steve, it would never work.
I...
I made a promise
to someone. I...
I promised to marry him.
Okay, you promised,
but not a vow.
You have a right to
change your mind.
You'll have to spend the
rest of your life with him.
You don't love him. You love me.
Stand up, Cathy. Be a
woman. You're over 21.
I wish.
But I can't, Steve. I'm...
I'm flying back tomorrow.
Freeze.
What are you looking
for, Mr. Borden?
It was just a piece of paper.
And after all that had happened,
it didn't seem fair.
It meant a new chance for me.
Your company was
having some problems.
Yes, yes, but just
organizational things.
Uh...
but as long as I have
been board chairman
of Aurora Enterprises,
we've set a fantastic record.
Clearly.
Of course, I've...
I've had to ride pretty hard
on some people, I guess.
And there was a crucial, uh,
board of director's
vote coming up.
Yes. It had finally
come to that.
It was either me,
or that incompetent
that I made president.
One of us was
going to run things
and the other man
was going to be out,
but I... I figured I
had it pretty well taped
because Frank Wallis
had the deciding vote,
and Frank was my friend.
I-I'm sure of that.
Until?
Until I drove him back
to the beach house
that night from the party.
That's when he told me.
Frank said that he was
going to vote against me.
Dry-docking me in the
company that I started.
And, you know, he... He
planned that he wasn't even
going to go... Go
to the meeting.
Gonna send in a proxy vote.
And that proxy was
gonna wipe me out.
Yeah.
And of course, uh, you knew
where this proxy was, huh?
Yes, yes. Yes, I did. I-I...
It was in his desk.
Then what happened?
Well, after Frank was
dead, I heard that Nick Ryan,
one of my boys,
was going to take
his place on the board.
Don't you see?
Then he would have
the deciding vote.
Unless they found Frank's proxy.
That's why I had to
get into that house.
I had to try and find
that proxy and destroy it.
Oh, I had a key.
The company leases
the beach house
on a yearly basis, and...
And you could have just
used the key on another night,
or just knocked on the door,
gone in and killed Wallis.
Garrett, if I did all of
that to get that proxy,
do you think I would
have walked out of there
that night without it?
Facts, we're dealing in facts.
Cathy, you fought with Wallis.
You went back to the
beach house ahead of him.
It was your evening
wrap that we found.
The murder weapon, the
hair dryer, belongs to you.
It had only your
fingerprints on it.
I didn't kill him, Steve.
Coffee?
All right.
Cathy, I wanna believe you,
but I've gotta work on evidence,
facts that I can
take into court.
If you didn't do it,
where's all this evidence
against you coming from?
I don't know.
All right, let's say
that it's not you.
You're saying
somebody else did it.
Who? Borden? Joan? Who?
Somebody killed him.
Why me?! Cathy, add it up.
Who could it be? Who?
I'm sorry, Cathy.
I'm sorry to do this.
You're under arrest for
the murder of your husband.
Arthur says he'll have bail
arranged by this afternoon.
It's been difficult because
of the weekend and all.
Is that all you have to say?
What?
What do you want me to say?
You know that I asked
to see you ten hours ago.
Do you know what I've been
doing for those ten hours?
Thinking about you and me.
Feeling sorry for both of us.
What are you talking about?
I was thinking about what I
let Frank do to you and Arthur,
what I helped him do.
Now, maybe I deserve
to be punished for that,
but only that.
I don't deserve this.
Well, I... I can't
help you, Cathy.
But I know, Joan.
"Know"?
It was because of Arthur.
I... I don't blame you. We...
We forced you into a corner.
Wait a minute. What
are you trying to say?
I'm saying that I'm in here
for something I didn't do,
and you know it better
than anyone in the world!
You're crazy! Crazy?
For trying to help you?
For trying to protect
you from the police?
You get away from me.
You killed him, not me.
You're trying to blame
it on me. Open up!
What happened that
night, Joan? Let me out!
Let me help you. Let me out!
Was it an accident?
Let me out! Did
he fall? Tell me.
Let me out! Tell me.
Was it an accident?
What happened, Joan?
Why won't you tell me?
I should have told you
before, but I couldn't.
For personal reasons.
What do you mean
by personal reasons?
I seem to have a way
of running out on people.
I tried not to this time.
I think Joan killed her father.
Facts, Cathy, just facts.
Arthur Dixon.
Frank was firing him,
he was threatening
to ruin his career.
Joan knew about it.
It upset her terribly.
And Frank gave the word
to cut her off entirely
if they married.
But the will hadn't been
changed. We checked.
Now, are you saying that
Joan killed him for the money?
No. The money
didn't matter to Joan.
All she cared about was Arthur.
Cathy, listen, Joan
was at the party.
She talked to Dixon, who
called from San Francisco
just after midnight.
And then she went
to the beach house.
Found Frank alone.
Maybe they argued.
She... She lost
control and killed him.
Then you're saying that she
then took the ring and the money
to make it look like robbery?
Then she took your evening cape
and smeared it with
blood to frame you?
Steve...
Well, how do we
account for the fact
that her fingerprints were
not on the murder weapon?
Maybe she wore gloves.
That makes it premeditated.
Premeditated?
Premeditated murder.
Followed by a calculated
attempt to frame you.
Now that's what you're
accusing her of, Cathy.
Do you think that Joan
is capable of
premeditated murder?
I don't know what
to think anymore.
Cathy, we've checked
it out from every angle.
We've gone over it all.
I wish I could say it
pointed to someone else.
Please.
If I could talk to
Daddy once more
and make him see how much...
I walked almost
up to the front door.
I knew it was no use.
McGARRETT: Did you
go inside the house?
No, I drove back to the party.
If it's a frame-up,
it's a beauty.
Joan Wallis, she
seems so straight.
I remember I said to Arthur,
"This must be costing a fortune,
this call, across the Pacific."
She worked the whole thing out?
I mean, we're not talking
about a simple plan, but...
Hold it. Hold it, Danno.
The Pacific and all."
But he said he was on
a tie line from the office.
I remember we both
laughed about that...
But he said he was on
a tie line from the office.
I remember we both...
That could be it, Danno.
Have Chin Ho check
out the phone company.
Chin.
Did it check out?
Yeah, that phone.
So does all the rest.
Wanna tell him, please?
Well, Katie was sick,
so I deadheaded over
here as a passenger
to take her flight
back to San Francisco.
I saw this man on both flights.
She just made a
positive ID. Oh, sure.
It's not everyday you
see a fella come over
on the 10 p.m. flight,
and then go back
to San Francisco
on the 12:45 flight.
I remember him real well.
Steve, new developments?
In a moment. Thank you, matron.
Come in, please.
Sit down.
I wanted you both here because
I'm about to make a phone call.
You brought me down here
just to listen to a phone call?
It should be particularly
interesting to you, Miss Wallis.
Operator?
I wanna make a
station-to-station call
to San Francisco, please.
Waymont 23-299.
Why, that's Frank's office.
Mr. Dixon?
Hello.
Sorry to bother you. A
bit of last-minute business.
The, uh, proxy in
the Borden election.
Your office would like
to have you bring it back
to San Francisco with you.
Do you mind, uh,
signing a receipt for it?
No. Of course. Come in.
Waymont, 23-299.
Tie line, please.
Pick up the phone.
Tell 'em you want Honolulu.
734-2211, Suite 53.
Hello?
Yes, would you
connect me... What?
Oh, this is Mrs. Wallis.
Yes, will you get me
734... 2211, Honolulu.
2211, Suite 53 in Honolulu.
Would you give Joan
the phone, please?
All right, sir.
Here's your receipt
and your pen.
And thank you very
much for bringing it over.
Right.
Oh, excuse me.
Hello?
Yes.
From San Francisco.
Yes, of course.
Hello?
Arthur?
Joan?
What are you doing in...?
Why?
I love you.
It was a brilliant ploy.
He found out he
could be in Honolulu,
call someone else in Honolulu
by way of San Francisco,
and create a foolproof
alibi for himself.
I was so close.
I guess I wanted it all.
Goodbye, Mr. McGarrett.
Goodbye, Joan.
I'll check us both in, okay?
Well, pretty girl?
Did you ever get the feeling
you were doing
something you did before?
Yeah.
Aloha, Cathy.
Steve?
Did I wake you up?
Oh, I guess I did.
Who's this, please?
Steve, I'm...
I'm sorry I called like this.
I mean, after so long.
Cathy?
Cathy, is that you?
I'm sorry, Steve. I
shouldn't have called.
The milkmen aren't even up yet.
Mind telling the governor I
had me that job in college?
Frank Wallis brings a lot
of new industry to Hawaii.
He's a very important man.
Was.
Hi, Steve. Chin.
What does it look like?
A burglar got caught
in the act and panicked.
Mrs. Wallis said her husband
was over on a business trip.
He always carried a lot of
cash, wore an expensive ring.
McGARRETT: Murder weapon?
Not yet.
Doc have anything for us?
It'll be up fast,
but on first look he said
there were several blows
to the back of the head.
Probably with a fairly
smooth, flat object
heavy enough to do the job.
And Wallis' wife
found the body, huh?
Yeah, she was
walking on the beach,
came back around 3 a.m.
Looks like she
scared the guy off.
How do we know that?
Her, uh, jewel case
was still in the bedroom.
There was a watch on
Wallis' wrist. Platinum.
Sloppy.
Where were the servants?
None live in.
How 'bout the daughter?
H.P.D. is bringing her over now.
Mrs. Wallis in there?
Yeah.
Kono, how's she holding up?
One first-class lady.
Taking it okay.
I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mrs. Wallis, my name is...
I'm falling in love
with you, Cathy.
Steve, it's so good to see you.
It's been so long.
Wh... You didn't know, did
you? That... That I'm Mrs. Wallis.
No.
Why did you call
me last night, Cathy?
Well, to... You know,
just... Just to talk.
But you didn't talk.
Steve, Joan Wallis is here.
That's Joan, Frank's daughter.
Cathy, why was I...? I...
I asked them not to wake you.
I'm sorry.
Steve, find the person that
did this to my husband, please.
Okay for them to go?
Okay.
Chin, what have we got?
Medical examiner's
report on Frank Wallis.
Multiple contusions.
Death by blunt instrument.
Doc makes the time midnight,
give or take a half-hour.
That's two... Two
and a half hours
before Mrs. Wallis
discovered the body.
Well...
that's enough
time for any burglar
to take the house apart.
Jewel case, platinum
watch and all.
That's right.
Then I guess you were
one of the last people
to see Frank Wallis alive.
Yes, I... I suppose I was.
Well... except for the murderer.
Tell me about the
party, Mr. Borden.
Well, it was at my house.
It was in honor of
Frank and Cathy,
as a matter of fact.
Well, at least,
that was the idea.
What went wrong?
Between man and wife, who knows?
Particularly when Frank
Wallis happens to be the man.
What does that mean?
Well, he was pretty
handy with the zingers.
Hm.
Oh, now, don't get me wrong.
Frank was one of
my closest friends.
Helped me start my business.
As a matter of fact,
I couldn't have
done it without him.
He's a fantastic lawyer.
But?
I've seen him go to work on
guys in a negotiating session.
Tear them to pieces.
Maybe he started in a little bit
on Cathy that
night at the party.
But she stopped him.
How?
Slapped him.
A real good one too.
Then she took
off in Frank's car.
How did he react?
What did he do?
He laughed.
Ordered himself another drink.
Then you drove him
to the beach house?
Yeah. What time was that?
Oh... About midnight. I
dropped him off out front.
He asked me to
come in for a nightcap.
Did you go in?
Uh, no. No.
W-well, you see, I thought
it would be awkward.
Well, with Cathy there and all.
I figured the best thing
was if he went in alone.
So I said good night and
went on back to my party.
Cathy Wallis said she was
not at the house at the time.
She wasn't?
Well, I don't know,
I... I just assumed.
I mean, there was Frank's
car, the one she drove,
parked in the driveway
in front of the house.
Thank you for driving
me here, Mr. McGarrett.
I'm still a little shaky.
I understand. Oh,
will you excuse me?
Sir!
One lump or two?
Heh.
You do understand what
I have to do, don't you?
No.
And I never will.
You lied to me, Cathy.
I couldn't tell you.
I should have, I know.
Not telling me, you
see, that was a lie.
Oh, Steve.
It is Gate 9.
Good. Good.
I've only got a few more
questions, Miss Wallis.
At that party last night,
what were your parents
quarreling about?
I don't know.
Probably nothing special.
It didn't take much to get a row
going between Dad and Cathy.
Or Dad and anyone.
Part of being a lawyer, I guess.
He liked to argue, and
he was very good at it.
Lately.
Not like... Like years ago.
Dad and my mother,
my real mother.
He was different then.
But then, uh,
she died and, uh...
Flight 407 from San Francisco
now unloading at Gate 9.
The party really began
for me then, after Dad left.
You see, my fiancé called me.
From San Francisco?
He phoned me at the party.
The time. Do you
remember the time?
Oh, it was a little after 12.
I was feeling pretty low.
You know, missing Arthur a lot.
But after we talked,
everything seemed better.
Oh, there he is.
Will you excuse me?
Sure.
Oh, Arthur. I'm so
glad you're here.
It's all right, baby.
McGARRETT: Joan tells
me her fiancé is a lawyer
in your husband's law firm.
- Yes.
She's so lucky to have
Arthur here at a time like this.
Frank was so
convinced about Arthur.
He... He knew. He
even had me convinced
that Arthur was wrong for Joan.
The bright young man
from the wrong
side of the tracks.
It couldn't possibly work.
Just look at them.
I'm sorry, you...
You asked about
the party last night.
Our little squabble.
Yes. What happened?
Oh... it was something trivial,
but it seemed very
important at the time.
It was always like
that with us. We...
We each knew where the
buttons were, press here,
instant rage.
Why did you stay with him?
Divorce?
Oh, we discussed it, we
separated once briefly,
but... we hadn't
reached that final point.
We probably never would have.
Steve, Frank's murder...
wasn't it robbery?
You returned to the
house before midnight.
Were you there when
your husband got back?
Why all these questions?
I'm a cop, Cathy, remember?
All right.
I already told your associate,
I, uh... I went out of
the house after midnight.
I went walking on the beach.
Alone? For three hours? Why?
I didn't want to see Frank.
I heard someone
coming, it had to be him.
I was still angry
from the party, so I...
I went walking.
Didn't you see
anyone on the beach?
No, I suppose there
were people there,
I... I didn't see any.
And then... And then what?
I called you.
Went home, found Frank.
Why did you call me, Cathy?
I've asked you that
question, never got an answer.
Just to talk to you,
to say that years ago,
you were right, Steve.
That's all I wanted to say.
Steve, Frank was a very
difficult man to live with,
but... you know me.
You do believe what
I'm saying, don't you?
Get her, get her, get her!
Children, children.
Not too wild.
Louise. Hey, what
have you got there?
Have you been in my closet?
It's mine, Mommy.
What do you mean yours?
It doesn't belong to nobody.
I found it. Over there.
Right, Harold?
Give it to me.
What's this?
It's blood, type O.
The same as Frank
Wallis. What else?
Just what the label
says, San Francisco store.
Well, that narrows it down.
Chin, take a detail of men,
start searching the area
where this was found.
It's mine.
Where'd you find it?
In the beach house?
Where did you
see it last, Cathy?
Mr. McGarrett, would
you mind answering
Mrs. Wallis' questions first?
All right, counselor.
The wrap was found in the
weeds on a lot on the beach.
We think it's
Wallis' blood on it.
It was the same type.
I took it out before the party.
I was going to wear
it, but it was too warm.
And?
I think... that, uh...
That I left it in the
living room on the sofa.
McGARRETT: On the sofa?
Well, I don't see
the meaning for all of this.
The thief or thieves
who killed Mr. Wallis
could have taken the wrap.
So could anyone
who wanted it hidden
because there was blood on it.
Steve, no thief would, uh,
take it to cart out
some cash or a ring.
Mrs. Wallis, is
anything larger missing?
Aren't you having a complete
inventory made of the bungalow?
I understand that's
standard procedure.
How do you know what
standard procedure is, Mr. Dixon?
I worked for the DA's office
in San Francisco for a while
before I joined
Mr. Wallis' law firm.
I see.
Cathy, the evening wrap
doesn't mean a thing by itself,
but it is your wrap,
and now it's more important
than ever that you
account for your time.
I told you, I went walking.
Well, did you see anyone?
Did you talk with anyone?
You, I-I talked to you.
Too late.
The time from 12
to 12:30 is vital.
Now, please, Cathy, try.
Someone, anyone.
There wasn't anyone.
I was just walking by myself.
Danno, this is Mr. Ramiro.
He works for Wallis' neighbor.
Mr. Ramiro spotted someone
leaving the Wallis pad
around, uh, 1:00 last night.
Thank you, Chin. Come on in.
Sit down, Mr. Ramiro.
Now, are you sure it
was the Wallis house?
I sure.
I come home last
night pretty late
from visit with lady friend.
What time was that?
Oh, I not sure.
Maybe 1:00.
Close.
Yes, maybe 1:00 in morning.
And that's when you saw her?
First I hear nothing.
Then I see lady.
She get into car,
drive up Kahala Way,
then turn Diamond Head side.
Last night very dark, but I see.
Did she see you?
I think maybe. Yes.
When she got into the car,
did you see what
she was wearing?
Dress? Muumuu?
Yes, I see.
Party-dress kind.
She a woman. Lady. Tall.
Stanford Law.
McGARRETT: Good school.
Yeah, don't remind me.
Years of classes by day,
driving a cab at night,
studying in between.
Sleeping when and if
there was any time left over.
Rough schedule.
You really must have
wanted to be a lawyer.
Well, a professional man.
In my family that meant wearing
a clean shirt to work every day.
Looks like you made it.
Yeah, I made it,
thanks to Frank Wallis.
Tell me about him. Did
he have any enemies?
Any good executive
probably does.
Please don't ask me
to speak against him,
Mr. McGarrett, I owe
a lot to Frank Wallis.
Like what?
Well, my whole career.
You don't usually
start out the way I did
and wind up practicing
blue-chip corporate law.
He hired me, I owe him that.
And Joan?
Well, he didn't approve of us.
Well, me really.
But if it wasn't
for Frank Wallis,
I'd have never met Joan.
Mr. McGarrett, you strike me
as a man who doesn't waste time.
What do you want from me?
Oh, a little background.
Do you think robbery
is definitely out?
Out.
Then why should I help you?
Because people you like may
need some help, counselor.
Cathy?
Among others.
What would you like to know?
Was Wallis in any
trouble down here?
Well, things weren't
going too smoothly
with Ross Borden's
company lately.
I don't know, some
internal problems.
I wasn't too close
to the situation
the last few weeks.
I gave my notice when
Mr. Wallis gave me an ultimatum.
The job or the girl, huh?
I can always get a job.
Who gains now
that Wallis is dead?
Well, certainly not Mrs. Wallis.
Cathy has a tidy
fortune of her own
from her family, you know,
and Mr. Wallis' will
leaves virtually everything,
including controlling
interest in the firm, to Joan.
Cathy knew that.
There's no motivation
for Cathy Wallis.
That's interesting. And
everything goes to Joan?
Oh, come on, now, Mr. McGarrett.
First Cathy, now Joan.
Neither of them had
anything to do with this.
Why do you keep trying
to push it in their direction?
Counselor, I've got a witness
that saw a woman drive away
from Wallis' front door
about the right time.
Well, Joan can
account for her time.
She was at the party. I know.
I called her there
from the office.
In San Francisco?
Yes, I know. We checked it.
You made a call at 12:22
and spoke for 15 minutes.
What'd you talk about?
We talked about getting married.
I told her I was prepared
to fly over immediately
and get married here.
I assumed that Mr. Wallis
would be reconciled to it all
once it was a fact.
And now?
Now I'm trying to help Joan
forget what's happened here,
and I'm making sure
that Mrs. Wallis' rights
are properly
observed by everyone.
Now it's not possible,
Mr. McGarrett.
You don't really think
Cathy Wallis did it, do you?
Yes, I do.
Yes, send them in, Jenny.
Won't you come
in, please? Sit down.
Mr. McGarrett,
Joan has something
she wants to tell you.
It's all right, honey. Go on.
Uh, that woman?
The one you said a witness saw,
you know, driving away
from the beach house
the night my father was killed?
That wasn't Cathy.
How do you know that?
Because it was me.
Depressed, very depressed,
but then someone at the party
said there was a
phone call for me.
It was Arthur, calling
from San Francisco.
And I just let it all out then.
Daddy wasn't ever going
to approve of us
getting married,
but Arthur, he said everything
was gonna be all right.
And the two of you
talked for quite a while.
Yes, we did.
And it really started
making me feel better.
I remember I said to Arthur,
"This must be costing
a fortune, this call,
across the Pacific and all."
But he said that he was
on the tie line from the office.
I remember we both
laughed about that,
because in a sense, Daddy
was paying for the call.
And then you, uh, drove
back to the beach house?
Yes, because I
was feeling so good.
I thought maybe if I could
talk to Daddy once more
and make him see how
much Arthur means to me...
But when I got there,
I walked almost up
to the front door, and...
I knew it was no use.
Daddy wouldn't listen, and...
And Cathy was
probably there too.
And maybe they didn't
agree on a lot of things, but...
But Arthur wasn't one of them.
Cathy went along with
Dad on the marriage idea.
And once Daddy
makes up his mind,
well, there's just no way.
No way.
Did you go inside the house?
No. I drove back to the party
and I forgot all about Daddy.
Do you know if anybody saw you
when you left the party
or when you got back?
No, I don't think
anyone noticed.
Why didn't you tell
me all this before?
That's all academic now,
isn't it, Mr. McGarrett?
The fact that she went there,
or didn't mention it until now.
I don't think so.
You said the important thing
is the time of death,
between 12 and 12:30.
Joan was at the party
on the phone with me
until after 12:30.
The time of death is
approximate, counselor.
You should know that. You
worked for the DA's office.
Thank you very much.
You may go, Miss Wallis.
Chin.
Chin Ho. Yeah.
What do you got?
Maybe the jackpot.
Well, there's your
murder weapon.
Samples of hair, scalp tissue.
All Wallis'.
Any prints? Lots. Real beauties.
There's no doubt about it.
Mrs. Wallis'
fingerprints were on it.
It was her evening
wrap with his blood on it.
She had plenty of motive,
they fought publicly
an hour before.
No alibi. Said she was
just walking on the beach.
Could all add up, Steve.
He came home, they
started fighting again.
Cathy Wallis picked that
up, hit him with it, killed him.
Tried to make it
look like robbery.
You've got enough to charge
her, charge her and book her.
No, not yet, Danno.
Look, Steve, this
is no ordinary case,
not for you.
Why don't you let us handle it?
Kono, Chin and me?
For your own good.
Hey, sailor.
I'm looking for the
boat to the monument,
the Pearl Harbor boat.
You mean the Arizona Memorial?
You're not even close.
You go back to the road
and make a sharp left
for about a mile,
and then there's a
right and you'll be very...
What's your name?
Cathy.
Okay, Cathy.
When you get there,
after you make the right,
there are a couple of
piers, be very careful.
You have to make a sharp
right along one of the piers,
for a couple of hundred
yards. You got that?
You're quite a man, lieutenant.
Do you usually arrange
the admiral's launch
for all your girls?
No, not usually.
I'm honored.
You're a funny girl.
You think so?
Coming here. Why?
Doesn't everybody?
I have a feeling you're
here for a special reason.
It's my brother.
He's here on the Arizona.
Sorry.
I never even knew him.
I was all of 1 year old.
I heard so much about
him from my father that...
Well, it feels as if I knew him.
My father worshiped him.
He always wanted him
to take over the
family business.
And what does your
father do? Do? Heh.
Everything and it
all makes money.
Can't you tell by looking at me?
Poor little rich girl, huh?
That's right, lieutenant.
Champagne and
caviar and all that?
And it's all
absolutely delicious.
McGARRETT: Then why come here?
To think.
Remember, about me.
Everything I've wanted to do,
everything I've wanted to be.
Sounds very serious.
It's just in here I seem
to be able to
think more clearly.
You've been here before?
Then why did you ask
me how to get here?
Well, I felt like
company. Do you mind?
No. No, not at all.
A handsome lieutenant,
maybe someday you'll
become an admiral.
Not me.
What would have happened if,
uh, I hadn't come here with you?
I usually get what I want.
And when I get it,
I usually find I don't want it.
McGARRETT: I'm falling
in love with you, Cathy.
Shouldn't we both
have some coffee?
One lump or two?
It's sweet enough
just the way it is.
McGARRETT: How
about tomorrow, huh?
What's the matter, Cathy?
Every time I mention
that word, you...
You don't wanna hear it.
Oh, Steve.
I know what you want, I...
I know the kind of commitment
you'd ask from a
woman or a wife.
I'm not ready for it yet.
Sure you are.
I can't give it to you.
Sure you can. You love me.
Yes.
Don't you think that I
want to stay here with you?
Well, then stay.
You can stay. Stay.
Steve, it would never work.
I...
I made a promise
to someone. I...
I promised to marry him.
Okay, you promised,
but not a vow.
You have a right to
change your mind.
You'll have to spend the
rest of your life with him.
You don't love him. You love me.
Stand up, Cathy. Be a
woman. You're over 21.
I wish.
But I can't, Steve. I'm...
I'm flying back tomorrow.
Freeze.
What are you looking
for, Mr. Borden?
It was just a piece of paper.
And after all that had happened,
it didn't seem fair.
It meant a new chance for me.
Your company was
having some problems.
Yes, yes, but just
organizational things.
Uh...
but as long as I have
been board chairman
of Aurora Enterprises,
we've set a fantastic record.
Clearly.
Of course, I've...
I've had to ride pretty hard
on some people, I guess.
And there was a crucial, uh,
board of director's
vote coming up.
Yes. It had finally
come to that.
It was either me,
or that incompetent
that I made president.
One of us was
going to run things
and the other man
was going to be out,
but I... I figured I
had it pretty well taped
because Frank Wallis
had the deciding vote,
and Frank was my friend.
I-I'm sure of that.
Until?
Until I drove him back
to the beach house
that night from the party.
That's when he told me.
Frank said that he was
going to vote against me.
Dry-docking me in the
company that I started.
And, you know, he... He
planned that he wasn't even
going to go... Go
to the meeting.
Gonna send in a proxy vote.
And that proxy was
gonna wipe me out.
Yeah.
And of course, uh, you knew
where this proxy was, huh?
Yes, yes. Yes, I did. I-I...
It was in his desk.
Then what happened?
Well, after Frank was
dead, I heard that Nick Ryan,
one of my boys,
was going to take
his place on the board.
Don't you see?
Then he would have
the deciding vote.
Unless they found Frank's proxy.
That's why I had to
get into that house.
I had to try and find
that proxy and destroy it.
Oh, I had a key.
The company leases
the beach house
on a yearly basis, and...
And you could have just
used the key on another night,
or just knocked on the door,
gone in and killed Wallis.
Garrett, if I did all of
that to get that proxy,
do you think I would
have walked out of there
that night without it?
Facts, we're dealing in facts.
Cathy, you fought with Wallis.
You went back to the
beach house ahead of him.
It was your evening
wrap that we found.
The murder weapon, the
hair dryer, belongs to you.
It had only your
fingerprints on it.
I didn't kill him, Steve.
Coffee?
All right.
Cathy, I wanna believe you,
but I've gotta work on evidence,
facts that I can
take into court.
If you didn't do it,
where's all this evidence
against you coming from?
I don't know.
All right, let's say
that it's not you.
You're saying
somebody else did it.
Who? Borden? Joan? Who?
Somebody killed him.
Why me?! Cathy, add it up.
Who could it be? Who?
I'm sorry, Cathy.
I'm sorry to do this.
You're under arrest for
the murder of your husband.
Arthur says he'll have bail
arranged by this afternoon.
It's been difficult because
of the weekend and all.
Is that all you have to say?
What?
What do you want me to say?
You know that I asked
to see you ten hours ago.
Do you know what I've been
doing for those ten hours?
Thinking about you and me.
Feeling sorry for both of us.
What are you talking about?
I was thinking about what I
let Frank do to you and Arthur,
what I helped him do.
Now, maybe I deserve
to be punished for that,
but only that.
I don't deserve this.
Well, I... I can't
help you, Cathy.
But I know, Joan.
"Know"?
It was because of Arthur.
I... I don't blame you. We...
We forced you into a corner.
Wait a minute. What
are you trying to say?
I'm saying that I'm in here
for something I didn't do,
and you know it better
than anyone in the world!
You're crazy! Crazy?
For trying to help you?
For trying to protect
you from the police?
You get away from me.
You killed him, not me.
You're trying to blame
it on me. Open up!
What happened that
night, Joan? Let me out!
Let me help you. Let me out!
Was it an accident?
Let me out! Did
he fall? Tell me.
Let me out! Tell me.
Was it an accident?
What happened, Joan?
Why won't you tell me?
I should have told you
before, but I couldn't.
For personal reasons.
What do you mean
by personal reasons?
I seem to have a way
of running out on people.
I tried not to this time.
I think Joan killed her father.
Facts, Cathy, just facts.
Arthur Dixon.
Frank was firing him,
he was threatening
to ruin his career.
Joan knew about it.
It upset her terribly.
And Frank gave the word
to cut her off entirely
if they married.
But the will hadn't been
changed. We checked.
Now, are you saying that
Joan killed him for the money?
No. The money
didn't matter to Joan.
All she cared about was Arthur.
Cathy, listen, Joan
was at the party.
She talked to Dixon, who
called from San Francisco
just after midnight.
And then she went
to the beach house.
Found Frank alone.
Maybe they argued.
She... She lost
control and killed him.
Then you're saying that she
then took the ring and the money
to make it look like robbery?
Then she took your evening cape
and smeared it with
blood to frame you?
Steve...
Well, how do we
account for the fact
that her fingerprints were
not on the murder weapon?
Maybe she wore gloves.
That makes it premeditated.
Premeditated?
Premeditated murder.
Followed by a calculated
attempt to frame you.
Now that's what you're
accusing her of, Cathy.
Do you think that Joan
is capable of
premeditated murder?
I don't know what
to think anymore.
Cathy, we've checked
it out from every angle.
We've gone over it all.
I wish I could say it
pointed to someone else.
Please.
If I could talk to
Daddy once more
and make him see how much...
I walked almost
up to the front door.
I knew it was no use.
McGARRETT: Did you
go inside the house?
No, I drove back to the party.
If it's a frame-up,
it's a beauty.
Joan Wallis, she
seems so straight.
I remember I said to Arthur,
"This must be costing a fortune,
this call, across the Pacific."
She worked the whole thing out?
I mean, we're not talking
about a simple plan, but...
Hold it. Hold it, Danno.
The Pacific and all."
But he said he was on
a tie line from the office.
I remember we both
laughed about that...
But he said he was on
a tie line from the office.
I remember we both...
That could be it, Danno.
Have Chin Ho check
out the phone company.
Chin.
Did it check out?
Yeah, that phone.
So does all the rest.
Wanna tell him, please?
Well, Katie was sick,
so I deadheaded over
here as a passenger
to take her flight
back to San Francisco.
I saw this man on both flights.
She just made a
positive ID. Oh, sure.
It's not everyday you
see a fella come over
on the 10 p.m. flight,
and then go back
to San Francisco
on the 12:45 flight.
I remember him real well.
Steve, new developments?
In a moment. Thank you, matron.
Come in, please.
Sit down.
I wanted you both here because
I'm about to make a phone call.
You brought me down here
just to listen to a phone call?
It should be particularly
interesting to you, Miss Wallis.
Operator?
I wanna make a
station-to-station call
to San Francisco, please.
Waymont 23-299.
Why, that's Frank's office.
Mr. Dixon?
Hello.
Sorry to bother you. A
bit of last-minute business.
The, uh, proxy in
the Borden election.
Your office would like
to have you bring it back
to San Francisco with you.
Do you mind, uh,
signing a receipt for it?
No. Of course. Come in.
Waymont, 23-299.
Tie line, please.
Pick up the phone.
Tell 'em you want Honolulu.
734-2211, Suite 53.
Hello?
Yes, would you
connect me... What?
Oh, this is Mrs. Wallis.
Yes, will you get me
734... 2211, Honolulu.
2211, Suite 53 in Honolulu.
Would you give Joan
the phone, please?
All right, sir.
Here's your receipt
and your pen.
And thank you very
much for bringing it over.
Right.
Oh, excuse me.
Hello?
Yes.
From San Francisco.
Yes, of course.
Hello?
Arthur?
Joan?
What are you doing in...?
Why?
I love you.
It was a brilliant ploy.
He found out he
could be in Honolulu,
call someone else in Honolulu
by way of San Francisco,
and create a foolproof
alibi for himself.
I was so close.
I guess I wanted it all.
Goodbye, Mr. McGarrett.
Goodbye, Joan.
I'll check us both in, okay?
Well, pretty girl?
Did you ever get the feeling
you were doing
something you did before?
Yeah.
Aloha, Cathy.