Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 3, Episode 8 - The Reunion - full transcript
"Respectable" Japanese-American businessmen and the former POWs in camps who recognize their tormentors. In this case, three men reunite at the Ilkai Hotel in Honolulu 25 years after they were liberated from a Philippine prison camp. One of the three is relatively healthy, but another drags himself on crutches with a hopelessly mangled leg and another floats through life with a permanent brain injury. The man on crutches spots a businessman, calls him by a very different name and wallops him over the head with the crutches. The name the man utters is that of the prison-camp commandant, who selectively tortured the three men into losing what they wanted the most. It's not long before things begin to escalate. First, the Japanese businessman is trapped in his car with a time bomb ticking down in the engine. Five-O is on the scene and gets him out in the nick of time, and later figures out the bomb plant was a plot to terrorize him. But then s sharpshooter blazes away at the businessman and the third prisoner, who is tormented by being unable to save the other two. The third prisoner finds eternal peace, but the second prisoner is imprisoned because the rifle is in his room and he doesn't have the mind to explain it. So who is guilty of all the crimes?
Ladies and gentlemen,
your Trade Wind Tours
next stop coming up,
the spectacular view
site of Diamond Head.
For those of you
with cameras, again,
there will be plenty
of time to take
all the pictures you care to.
Hatsuo Shigato.
Japanese ancestry.
Filipino citizen. Millionaire.
Governor wants us to
handle it, Steve. VIP treatment.
When did he receive
the photographs?
This morning. He found
them in the mailbox.
No fingerprints, Steve.
He processed it himself.
Cheap equipment, scratch
mark on the enlarger.
Do you have any idea
when these were
taken, Mr. Shigato?
Well, it must have
been yesterday.
I was at all of those places.
Uh, sightseeing.
On your own? No. Uh... Tour.
Trade Wind Tours.
Did you recognize anyone
on the tour or through the day?
No.
Any idea who might
wanna kill you?
No.
No enemies?
A man, uh, who reaches 60
without, uh, making
a few enemies,
I doubt has any
friends or character.
I have enemies.
Mostly business competitors.
None of them
would resort to that.
What business are you in?
I am president of
Teletex Corporation.
A computer research company.
I'm, uh, in Hawaii
for business reasons.
In fact, I am due
at the Ilikai for one
in, oh, 20 minutes.
Well, until we, uh, find
out how serious this is,
I think you'd better
remain at home.
Sorry, I must go.
Now if you will excuse
me, I must get my briefcase.
Very well, if you insist.
I want Mr. Williams
to accompany you.
Danno, have Kono
check the tour company.
See if they have any
record of the people
who toured with them yesterday.
Think it's a joker, Steve?
If it isn't, somebody just
served Shigato a death warrant.
Oh, it's stuck.
It's stuck. Get out.
Let me see it.
God.
Look, it's stuck.
Look at this.
Steve, Kono called.
He said the tour company
only keeps a record
of how many tickets they sold.
No names. Thirty-four were sold.
Thanks, Chin.
Interesting little gadget.
This hook locked
the buckle into place.
No way it could unsnap
till the spring unwound
and released the hook.
Also, the, uh, cinch on the belt
was fixed so it
couldn't be loosened.
How long does it take
for the spring to uncoil?
About 25 seconds.
Now the smoke bomb went off
on ignition, right?
The real bomb, what?
About 30 seconds later?
Good thing for Shigato,
the timing got screwed up.
Mm-mm. No, Danno.
The timing was accurate.
This was no attempt
on Shigato's life.
It was another scare,
like the photographs.
Only the terror
has been escalated.
Whoever it is wants to put
Shigato through a wringer.
Before they really kill him.
Whoever did this is an expert.
Chances are, he won't be
in our rogues' gallery, but...
Chin, check the files anyway.
Pick out the
brightest prospects.
Have Kono show them
to the tour bus driver.
All we've got is a long shot.
Mr. Shigato?
Are you sure you can think of
no one who might wanna kill you?
No.
All right. You can go in
the house and rest now.
We checked it for
booby traps. It's clean.
I'd like to. But right now
I must get to the hotel.
Well, if you stay here, we
can offer you protection.
I must get to that meeting.
You see, my company
needs a large loan.
The men I'm meeting will
decide whether I get it or not.
Mr. Shigato, if you
move around town,
you're an open target.
Do you realize that?
I'm prepared to
take that chance.
Well, I'm not.
I must go.
I'll get you the
first drink, Larry.
Let's go.
Well, it seemed
funny at that time.
Well, it was funny,
Frank. Very funny.
It sure was.
Bartender!
Again.
I... I think we should
be going, Frank.
Time for another always.
Again. This time put some
Scotch into it, will you?
May I have a glass
of water, please?
But the bus leaves
in ten minutes.
Relax, will you? Relax.
We miss it, it's no big deal.
Know what these lousy palm
trees remind me of, Mitch?
The Philippines.
Remember the Philippines, Mitch?
I try hard not to
remember, Frank.
I try hard not to forget.
When you forget, you forgive.
That was 25 years ago, Frank.
It was yesterday.
Ca... C-can we talk about
s-something else, Frank?
My... My stomach j-jackknifes
every time I...
I think about it.
Your ulcer won't let you
forget about Lo Tang.
S-stop it, Frank. Please!
Okay! Okay. New subject.
New subject, yeah.
Okay, what's this, hobby?
Your new hobby, Mitch?
Yes. I-I'm not very good at it.
Uh, picture-postcard
stuff mostly.
Uh... Ha, that's me.
But I got some fantastic
shots on the tour yesterday.
At least I hope they
turn out that way.
Okay.: What's so funny?
"Made in Japan."
Uh, come on, Frank.
We'd better hurry
to catch the bus.
Boy, you're a glutton
for punishment,
going on another tour.
It... It'll be fun being with
the guys and everything.
Oh, yeah, them "Boola Boola"
boys are a barrel of laughs.
Yeah.
Mitch.
Mike. It's good
to see you, Mike.
I was hoping you'd
make the reunion.
Yeah, I got in late last night.
You're looking fine, Mitch.
Thank you. You too.
You don't recognize me, Mike?
How you been, Frank?
No complaints. You?
Okay. Just okay?
From what I hear,
you've done real well.
You own more
corporations than I got toes.
I just got lucky.
I bet. Like at Lo Tang.
Coming on the tour, Mike?
I'd like to, Mitch,
but I have a few things
I have to attend to.
Oh.
Hey, look, let's have a
couple of drinks later, okay?
Good.
I-I'd like that. Okay.
Mike. Hmm?
Mike, I...
I promised myself
the first thing I'd do
if I ever ran into you was...
t-to thank you.
For what?
The gas station.
I don't know how
you ever found out I...
I couldn't get up the money.
Mitch, old buddy, I don't
know what you're talking about.
Why'd you do it, Holt?
Charity or guilt?
I'll forget that I heard that.
Rashiri.
Rashiri! Rashiri.
Rashiri. Rashiri.
Rashiri.
Where's Danno? Don't know.
Just got back from
Trade Wind office.
Nobody there recognized
any of our mug shots.
How's Shigato?
Shaken up. Nothing serious.
He's with the hotel doctor
now. Kono, stay with Shigato.
Who's our man?
Guy from L.A. named Epstein.
He's here for a reunion
of the 15th Airborne.
World War II outfit.
Shigato know him?
Swears he's never
seen him before in his life.
But Epstein claims that
Shigato was really a Kim Rashiri,
World War II commandant
of the Lo Tang prison,
Japanese POW
camp in the Philippines.
Epstein was interned there.
Couldn't be. We checked Shigato.
Where was Epstein
yesterday? He was here all day.
Were all the men from this
reunion at Lo Tang prison camp?
No. Only two others.
A Michael Holt and
a, uh, Mitch Bradley.
Then you've never seen
Mr. Shigato before today?
He'd be dead if I did!
What were you doing
yesterday, Mr. Bradley?
I... I-I went sightseeing.
Do you remember the
name of the tour outfit?
Uh... Trade Wind Tours.
What do you do for a living?
I own a gas station.
McGARRETT: Then you, uh,
know something about cars?
A little.
And I see photography too.
Oh, why, yes.
Do you own a telephoto lens?
- Yeah.
Mr. Holt, where
were you yesterday?
L.A. What... What... What...
What... What...
What is all this?!
I fingered a
Japanese war criminal,
and all you can do
is play 20 questions.
That guy's Rashiri!
Now what are you gonna
do about it, McGarrett?
Take it easy, Mr. Epstein.
Take it easy.
When was the last time
you saw this Rashiri?
February 17th, 1945.
It was sunset.
They had just lowered
their flag for the last time.
And as a final gesture,
Rashiri ordered one of
us hung from the flagpole.
Does that fix the time for you?
So that means you haven't
seen him for 25 years or more?
This is one of his souvenirs!
If you had plastic toes,
do you think you'd
ever forget his face?
I'm not mistaken.
Yes, you are, Frank.
Oh, there's a slight
resemblance. Very slight.
But there's no way
he can be Rashiri.
Rashiri's dead. He
committed suicide.
Oh, no, no! That's a lie.
His body was
discovered in a cave
some months after the war's end.
Badly decomposed
but enough remained
to make an identification.
No, no, no. He rigged
it. He rigged it somehow.
No, no, he was scum. He'd
do anything to stay alive!
He was a Bushido, Frank!
He was found dead in
his ceremonial robes.
He'd failed. He was disgraced.
Suicide was the only
choice. No, no, no, no!
No!
How had he failed, Mr. Holt?
Oh, ho, ho. Keep going.
Keep going, Holt. Tell him!
Go ahead.
Late in... '43,
Mitch, myself and Frank
were sent on a mission
behind the Japanese lines.
Each of us had memorized
a piece of coded information.
We were captured,
sent to Lo Tang prison.
Rashiri was ordered to break us,
to get the information.
He was a clever sadist.
Little... Little by little,
he discovered our strengths,
our weaknesses.
He found out that...
That Mitch had a brilliant mind.
And that Frank wanted
to play pro football.
And what did he find
out about you, pal?
I wouldn't deprive
you of this moment
for anything in
the world, Frank.
Tell Mr. McGarrett yourself.
Nothing! Because he broke.
He spilled his guts
to save his lousy life.
Rashiri didn't even have
to lay a finger on him.
I take it Rashiri
needed all three pieces?
That's right.
Mitch and Frank didn't break.
Rashiri failed.
Suicide was his only way out.
Well, heh, that's your
word against mine.
And it won't be
that way for long.
Mitch?
Mitch, tell McGarrett.
Tell McGarrett it was Rashiri.
I... I-I can't, Frank.
Mitch...?
Mitch, you... You saw him.
You saw him in... In the hotel.
I... I only saw
him for a moment.
I-I couldn't be sure.
Well, all right,
well, may... Maybe
you'd better have
another look at him, then, huh?
Okay?
McGarrett?
Chin, have Mr., uh,
Shigato brought down.
But... But I'm not this Rashiri.
You have made a grave mistake.
Can the act, Rashiri!
Mitch, tell McGarrett.
I c-can't, Frank.
It's been so long.
I can't be sure.
Well, look at him, Mitch.
Look at him!
Uh, Mitch. Mitch,
remember back then?
Remember when we...
When we used to sit
around nights, and...
And talk about who we were
and what we were gonna do?
Remember that?
I remember you
telling me about...
About all those things
you were gonna build.
Like skyscrapers
and, uh... And bridges.
Things that nobody
even dreamed of.
You can't have
forgotten that, Mitch.
Well, you can't have
forgotten Lo Tang!
You can't have forgotten how
he'd sit cool as ice for hours,
while we were
crawling up the walls.
You can't have forgotten, Mitch,
how he took your brain apart,
and left you
nothing better to do
than to pump gas
the rest of your life.
It's him, Mitch. It's Rashiri.
He did it to ya.
He's here right now.
Look at him!
Mr. McGarrett.
Yes.
Yes. It's him. It's Rashiri!
This has gone far enough.
Are you certain?
Yes!
All right, I'll check
out your charges.
You'll check out my...?
What kind of a cop are you?
What more do you want?
That man's a butcher.
Chin?
Take Mr. Epstein down to
H.P.D. Book him on assault.
Well, aren't you
gonna handcuff me?
I might make a run for it.
I know I came on strong.
I know I look the heavy.
But as God is my witness,
this man's Rashiri.
McGarrett.
Thank you.
Well, your story
checks, Mr. Holt.
Airline confirms
you arrived on 309
early this morning from L.A.
At least there
was a Michael Holt
booked on that flight.
You all right, Mitch?
Yeah.
I just wanna go to my...
My room and lie down.
Okay, let me take you. Come on.
No.
I'll go by myself.
Are you sure?
P-please, Mike.
Stay with him, Kono. Dog him.
Can I go, Mr. McGarrett? Yes.
If you need me, I'll be
staying here for a few days.
I'm exhausted.
It has been a nightmare.
Perhaps there is
still time. For what?
To see if I can
salvage that meeting.
Some of the men
might still be here.
Might not have left...
Just one thing, Mr. Shigato.
I'd like your fingerprints.
Fingerprints?
It is necessary?
Frank Epstein will be
out on bail in no time,
and we just wanna prove
to him that you're not Rashiri.
But how?
Well, I'm sure the
Japanese government
can dig back through
their World War II files.
We can compare your
prints against Rashiri's
and show Epstein
that they don't match.
Danno.
Mr. Shigato.
How are you feeling?
I have felt better.
I'm sorry for what happened.
Oh, I can't excuse
it, of course, but...
But both Frank and
Mitch lost a lot in the war.
And time doesn't always heal.
I'd like to say I understand,
but my life is a shambles
because of them.
I'm having a bite
to eat. Join me?
Why not?
Mahalo, brother. How's Bradley?
Everything's all right.
Truly a lovely spot,
don't you think, Mr. Holt?
Okay, let's drop
the charade, Rashiri.
Don't look so shocked.
I know you, you know me.
I don't know what kind
of game you're playing,
but it won't do you any good.
I own you and your
Teletex Corporation.
I don't want you dead.
I wanna see you bleed.
And I wanna see you broken
and crawling in the gutter.
Police. watch it.
How is he? Bad.
If they get him to
surgery, he has a chance.
Yeah. What about
Shigato? He's downstairs.
He's okay. Bradley?
Doc's examining him.
Say we won't be able to question
him for several hours. Shock.
All right. Stay with him, Chin.
Keep in touch.
Right.
We found all this
stuff in the closet.
The enlarger has
a scratch on it.
Bradley's prints
are all over that.
He must have come
out on the balcony,
seen Holt and Shigato, and
decided the game was over.
Yeah. Then why did
he hit the wrong man?
Doctor says he's farsighted.
He also has an involuntary
muscle twitch in his hand.
I don't know, Danno.
Something strange.
What?
Nothing.
I haven't booked Bradley yet.
Book him on attempted homicide.
Holt thought I was Rashiri also.
While we were on the bridge
he told me he owned
the Teletex Corporation,
and that over the years
he had very carefully
trapped me into bankruptcy.
I know what you are thinking.
Epstein could
have been mistaken.
Possibly even Bradley.
But not all three.
But they are, Mr. McGarrett.
You must believe me.
What part of the
Philippines did you live
during the war, Mr. Shigato?
Olongapo.
Any family there?
No longer.
Where are they now? All dead.
Your friends still there?
No. Friends all dead too?
Everyone.
Everyone in the
village was killed.
An act of reprisal
by the Japanese.
Everyone but you.
Is that right?
The victim now
becomes the accused?
That's not what I said.
That is what you are thinking.
I was a guerrilla
during the war.
Away from my village
when it was wiped out.
I am not this Rashiri.
That is the truth.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Danno.
All right.
Drop the attempted homicide
charge against Bradley.
Make it murder one.
Holt just died.
And when I got to my room,
my... My head felt like I
had a-a nail driven in it.
All right, what happened then?
Then my head started to spin.
A-and I started to
go to the balcony
t-to get some air.
I-I must've blacked out.
And you remember
nothing after that?
Not until the door burst open.
What about the rifle and
the enlarger, Mr. Bradley?
I never saw them
before in my life.
I swear.
That's the truth.
Steve.
Epstein was just
released on bail.
He wants to know if
he could see Bradley.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett,
c-could I talk to
F-Frank, please?
All right, bring him in.
Thank you. It's for McGarrett.
Yeah.
Steve? Chin.
Chin, what do you got?
Rashiri's file is coming over
the wire photo now, Steve.
Courtesy Japanese government.
All right. Get it and bring it
to my office. Thanks, Chin.
Where are the rubber hoses?
Great sense of
humor, Mr. Epstein.
After you've finished,
come to my office.
If I get lost I'm sure
one of your watchdogs
will show me the way.
Frank, hear what happened?
Yeah. Pity.
What?
You were such a lousy shot.
Why didn't you tell me about
it, Mitch? I'd have helped you.
We could have gotten them both.
You think I did it?
F-Frank, I didn't.
Then who gets the medal?
I don't know.
I blacked out, I don't
know what happened.
Something I can do?
Anything I can get for you?
A new stomach.
Frank.
Frank, what are you
gonna do about Shigato?
Frank, I know you think I
fired that shot, but I didn't.
Frank, listen to
me, don't do it.
You can't be 100 percent sure.
He could be the wrong man.
Holt said he
could... Holt said?!
All Holt knew was
how to spill his guts
to save his own rotten life.
No, Frank.
Holt broke to save
our lives, not his own.
What?!
After the first month,
Rashiri knew we were
gonna be difficult to break.
And his superiors
wanted progress.
And Rashiri's neck
was on the line.
He told Holt this.
Told him he'd execute
us if Holt didn't break.
Well, with us dead, heh,
h-he couldn't have possibly
have gotten the information.
Rashiri was bluffing, Mitch.
Maybe.
But if we didn't break,
there was nothing
to lose to execute us.
Maybe he did trick Mike.
But Mike loved us.
Rashiri knew that
was his weakness
and he played on it.
And Mike never told you
because he knew you
would never believe him.
He knew I wouldn't buy a
snow job. That's what he knew!
You're poisoned, Frank.
It wa...
It wasn't the loss of
your leg that crippled you,
it was hate.
You... You got... You've
got my regrets, Frank.
And now...
you've earned my pity.
McGARRETT: Che.
Ballistics report
on that rifle, Steve.
It fired the shots.
And I processed
those photographs,
uh, in, uh, Bradley's enlarger.
As you'll see,
identical scratch marks.
It developed those
pictures of Shigato all right.
No doubt about it.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Call it cop instinct.
I just don't think Bradley
is capable of murder.
He took those photos.
Wait a minute. Let
me see your glass.
The man in the background here
with the camera up
to his face is Bradley.
Come here, Danno. Take a look.
There's no way.
There's no way he
could be in the picture
and take pictures of
Shigato at the same time.
Not unless he pulled the
neatest trick of the century.
Che, are all of
Bradley's things here?
Yes.
Was there a roll of
film in this camera?
That's right. Process it.
It's already in the lab, Steve.
Okay. Get 'em over to my
office as soon as you can.
If Bradley was taking pictures
with this camera, we might...
We just might have the face
of the man who took those.
McGARRETT: Yes.
There's a resemblance.
There should be!
He posed for it.
Yes.
I can see how he could
have made a mistake.
Mr. Epstein,
fingerprints don't lie.
Fingerprints don't change.
And these two sets don't match.
I guess I made a mistake!
I'm sorry.
Is that all you can say?
One man is dead
because of your mistake.
Another will be
on trial for his life.
And you are just sorry?
If there is nothing
else, Mr. McGarrett?
No. You may go.
Kono, Epstein just left.
Follow him. Don't let
him out of your sight.
The pictures Bradley took.
Two are overexposed.
Working on 'em, but
don't expect too much.
Hm.
It's Charlie Llacuna.
He's a paid killer.
That's our man.
Mr. Frank Epstein?
Mr. Epstein? Yeah.
Call for you.
Bring it over here.
Hello. Mr. Frank Epstein?
Yeah, this is Frank
Epstein. Who's this?
My name is not important.
But I have some information
that I think you'd
be interested in.
Information about what?
About who really
killed Michael Holt.
Interested?
Yeah, I am.
Who are you?
Come to 110 Wahani
Drive in an hour.
Come alone.
Relax, I just called him.
He's on his way to your house.
I got it. Just came.
All right. I'll check it.
But I trust him. I'm
sure it's all there.
Yeah, it's Llacuna all
right, or what's left of him.
McGARRETT: Yeah. Get the
coroner down here, will you?
Well, Bradley couldn't
have done this.
He's in jail.
Epstein?
No. Too much of a hothead.
The man who worked
this out, all of it,
is a precisionist like Shigato.
He hired Llacuna
to take the photos,
rig the car.
Now, that sent us to the
hotel, where he had Holt killed
and watched us
grab Bradley for it.
But, Steve, the
prints don't match.
Well, he worked
out all this, didn't he?
He's clever enough to have
gotten them changed, somehow.
No, Shigato's our man.
He's got to be Rashiri.
Help. Help.
Help!
Mr. Shigato?
Mr. Shigato?
Dispatch calling McGarrett.
McGarrett, go ahead, Dispatch.
Kono for you.
Steve, Epstein gave me the slip.
How long ago?
Ten minutes.
Dispatch, this is McGarrett.
Go ahead, McGarrett.
Patch me through to Chin Ho.
Chin Ho, come in.
This is McGarrett.
Chin, do you read me?
Chin, will you come
in? Do you read me?
Car 4 receiving, but
does not respond.
Chin, can you read
me? This is McGarrett.
Chin?
Let's go.
You look shocked, Frank.
Or have you begun to believe
that I committed hara-kiri?
I'm not that dumb.
I knew you rigged
those fingerprints.
It wasn't easy.
But when you want a
new life, you find a way.
I must really thank you.
For what? For
recognizing me at the hotel.
You were such a spectacle,
such an angry,
hotheaded cripple,
waving your cane,
shouting "Rashiri."
A superb performance.
Far beyond what I planned on.
Planned on?
You are so predictable.
All of you. But what about Holt?
A very authoritative
young man named Llacuna
killed him for me.
It was no difficulty for him
to climb onto Bradley's balcony
and kill Holt.
And now it's my turn, huh?
I came here, broke in,
tried to kill you, right?
Very good.
And you took care of
this brave policeman
who rushed to my cries of help.
We struggled, gun discharged.
And with me dead,
there's nobody to
contradict your story.
And now, if there are
no more questions...
Uh, one.
Why'd you do all this?
Holt found me out years ago.
Oh, don't give me that.
He swore on the Bible
you weren't Rashiri.
He was playing a game also.
You just wanted to kill me.
Holt had an idea.
An idea... to make
a hell of my life.
I had to stop him.
When the reunion was announced,
it gave me the
opportunity to revenge.
Revenge?!
What did we ever do to you?
You made me see
myself as a coward.
Made a lie out of
everything I believed in.
Made me run away.
Why didn't you break?
Guns on the floor.
Drop 'em. Drop 'em!
He's insane! He's Rashiri!
He's insane. He
followed me here.
Caught your man by
surprise. He's lying. He's lying!
He just told me he was
Rashiri. Was about to kill me.
I was hit from behind.
I don't know who.
It was him! I know. I know.
He's played a game
with all of us, Frank.
But he's lost.
Now give me the gun.
Don't be a fool, Frank.
With good lawyers,
I can only get prison sentence.
You have thought
about killing me
for last 25 years.
Are you going to throw
that chance away?
Frank, give me the gun.
Remember what I did?
I cut off your
leg, crippled you?
Made it impossible
for you to have a life?
Frank!
If you kill him it's
cold-blooded murder.
What kind of life
have you got to look forward to?
At least you can
do this one thing.
I have destroyed you.
If I had been kind at all...
I'd have killed you.
Yeah. Frank. Listen to me.
He tried to break you 25
years ago and he couldn't.
Now, are you gonna
let him break you now?
I have... misjudged you.
Both of you.
your Trade Wind Tours
next stop coming up,
the spectacular view
site of Diamond Head.
For those of you
with cameras, again,
there will be plenty
of time to take
all the pictures you care to.
Hatsuo Shigato.
Japanese ancestry.
Filipino citizen. Millionaire.
Governor wants us to
handle it, Steve. VIP treatment.
When did he receive
the photographs?
This morning. He found
them in the mailbox.
No fingerprints, Steve.
He processed it himself.
Cheap equipment, scratch
mark on the enlarger.
Do you have any idea
when these were
taken, Mr. Shigato?
Well, it must have
been yesterday.
I was at all of those places.
Uh, sightseeing.
On your own? No. Uh... Tour.
Trade Wind Tours.
Did you recognize anyone
on the tour or through the day?
No.
Any idea who might
wanna kill you?
No.
No enemies?
A man, uh, who reaches 60
without, uh, making
a few enemies,
I doubt has any
friends or character.
I have enemies.
Mostly business competitors.
None of them
would resort to that.
What business are you in?
I am president of
Teletex Corporation.
A computer research company.
I'm, uh, in Hawaii
for business reasons.
In fact, I am due
at the Ilikai for one
in, oh, 20 minutes.
Well, until we, uh, find
out how serious this is,
I think you'd better
remain at home.
Sorry, I must go.
Now if you will excuse
me, I must get my briefcase.
Very well, if you insist.
I want Mr. Williams
to accompany you.
Danno, have Kono
check the tour company.
See if they have any
record of the people
who toured with them yesterday.
Think it's a joker, Steve?
If it isn't, somebody just
served Shigato a death warrant.
Oh, it's stuck.
It's stuck. Get out.
Let me see it.
God.
Look, it's stuck.
Look at this.
Steve, Kono called.
He said the tour company
only keeps a record
of how many tickets they sold.
No names. Thirty-four were sold.
Thanks, Chin.
Interesting little gadget.
This hook locked
the buckle into place.
No way it could unsnap
till the spring unwound
and released the hook.
Also, the, uh, cinch on the belt
was fixed so it
couldn't be loosened.
How long does it take
for the spring to uncoil?
About 25 seconds.
Now the smoke bomb went off
on ignition, right?
The real bomb, what?
About 30 seconds later?
Good thing for Shigato,
the timing got screwed up.
Mm-mm. No, Danno.
The timing was accurate.
This was no attempt
on Shigato's life.
It was another scare,
like the photographs.
Only the terror
has been escalated.
Whoever it is wants to put
Shigato through a wringer.
Before they really kill him.
Whoever did this is an expert.
Chances are, he won't be
in our rogues' gallery, but...
Chin, check the files anyway.
Pick out the
brightest prospects.
Have Kono show them
to the tour bus driver.
All we've got is a long shot.
Mr. Shigato?
Are you sure you can think of
no one who might wanna kill you?
No.
All right. You can go in
the house and rest now.
We checked it for
booby traps. It's clean.
I'd like to. But right now
I must get to the hotel.
Well, if you stay here, we
can offer you protection.
I must get to that meeting.
You see, my company
needs a large loan.
The men I'm meeting will
decide whether I get it or not.
Mr. Shigato, if you
move around town,
you're an open target.
Do you realize that?
I'm prepared to
take that chance.
Well, I'm not.
I must go.
I'll get you the
first drink, Larry.
Let's go.
Well, it seemed
funny at that time.
Well, it was funny,
Frank. Very funny.
It sure was.
Bartender!
Again.
I... I think we should
be going, Frank.
Time for another always.
Again. This time put some
Scotch into it, will you?
May I have a glass
of water, please?
But the bus leaves
in ten minutes.
Relax, will you? Relax.
We miss it, it's no big deal.
Know what these lousy palm
trees remind me of, Mitch?
The Philippines.
Remember the Philippines, Mitch?
I try hard not to
remember, Frank.
I try hard not to forget.
When you forget, you forgive.
That was 25 years ago, Frank.
It was yesterday.
Ca... C-can we talk about
s-something else, Frank?
My... My stomach j-jackknifes
every time I...
I think about it.
Your ulcer won't let you
forget about Lo Tang.
S-stop it, Frank. Please!
Okay! Okay. New subject.
New subject, yeah.
Okay, what's this, hobby?
Your new hobby, Mitch?
Yes. I-I'm not very good at it.
Uh, picture-postcard
stuff mostly.
Uh... Ha, that's me.
But I got some fantastic
shots on the tour yesterday.
At least I hope they
turn out that way.
Okay.: What's so funny?
"Made in Japan."
Uh, come on, Frank.
We'd better hurry
to catch the bus.
Boy, you're a glutton
for punishment,
going on another tour.
It... It'll be fun being with
the guys and everything.
Oh, yeah, them "Boola Boola"
boys are a barrel of laughs.
Yeah.
Mitch.
Mike. It's good
to see you, Mike.
I was hoping you'd
make the reunion.
Yeah, I got in late last night.
You're looking fine, Mitch.
Thank you. You too.
You don't recognize me, Mike?
How you been, Frank?
No complaints. You?
Okay. Just okay?
From what I hear,
you've done real well.
You own more
corporations than I got toes.
I just got lucky.
I bet. Like at Lo Tang.
Coming on the tour, Mike?
I'd like to, Mitch,
but I have a few things
I have to attend to.
Oh.
Hey, look, let's have a
couple of drinks later, okay?
Good.
I-I'd like that. Okay.
Mike. Hmm?
Mike, I...
I promised myself
the first thing I'd do
if I ever ran into you was...
t-to thank you.
For what?
The gas station.
I don't know how
you ever found out I...
I couldn't get up the money.
Mitch, old buddy, I don't
know what you're talking about.
Why'd you do it, Holt?
Charity or guilt?
I'll forget that I heard that.
Rashiri.
Rashiri! Rashiri.
Rashiri. Rashiri.
Rashiri.
Where's Danno? Don't know.
Just got back from
Trade Wind office.
Nobody there recognized
any of our mug shots.
How's Shigato?
Shaken up. Nothing serious.
He's with the hotel doctor
now. Kono, stay with Shigato.
Who's our man?
Guy from L.A. named Epstein.
He's here for a reunion
of the 15th Airborne.
World War II outfit.
Shigato know him?
Swears he's never
seen him before in his life.
But Epstein claims that
Shigato was really a Kim Rashiri,
World War II commandant
of the Lo Tang prison,
Japanese POW
camp in the Philippines.
Epstein was interned there.
Couldn't be. We checked Shigato.
Where was Epstein
yesterday? He was here all day.
Were all the men from this
reunion at Lo Tang prison camp?
No. Only two others.
A Michael Holt and
a, uh, Mitch Bradley.
Then you've never seen
Mr. Shigato before today?
He'd be dead if I did!
What were you doing
yesterday, Mr. Bradley?
I... I-I went sightseeing.
Do you remember the
name of the tour outfit?
Uh... Trade Wind Tours.
What do you do for a living?
I own a gas station.
McGARRETT: Then you, uh,
know something about cars?
A little.
And I see photography too.
Oh, why, yes.
Do you own a telephoto lens?
- Yeah.
Mr. Holt, where
were you yesterday?
L.A. What... What... What...
What... What...
What is all this?!
I fingered a
Japanese war criminal,
and all you can do
is play 20 questions.
That guy's Rashiri!
Now what are you gonna
do about it, McGarrett?
Take it easy, Mr. Epstein.
Take it easy.
When was the last time
you saw this Rashiri?
February 17th, 1945.
It was sunset.
They had just lowered
their flag for the last time.
And as a final gesture,
Rashiri ordered one of
us hung from the flagpole.
Does that fix the time for you?
So that means you haven't
seen him for 25 years or more?
This is one of his souvenirs!
If you had plastic toes,
do you think you'd
ever forget his face?
I'm not mistaken.
Yes, you are, Frank.
Oh, there's a slight
resemblance. Very slight.
But there's no way
he can be Rashiri.
Rashiri's dead. He
committed suicide.
Oh, no, no! That's a lie.
His body was
discovered in a cave
some months after the war's end.
Badly decomposed
but enough remained
to make an identification.
No, no, no. He rigged
it. He rigged it somehow.
No, no, he was scum. He'd
do anything to stay alive!
He was a Bushido, Frank!
He was found dead in
his ceremonial robes.
He'd failed. He was disgraced.
Suicide was the only
choice. No, no, no, no!
No!
How had he failed, Mr. Holt?
Oh, ho, ho. Keep going.
Keep going, Holt. Tell him!
Go ahead.
Late in... '43,
Mitch, myself and Frank
were sent on a mission
behind the Japanese lines.
Each of us had memorized
a piece of coded information.
We were captured,
sent to Lo Tang prison.
Rashiri was ordered to break us,
to get the information.
He was a clever sadist.
Little... Little by little,
he discovered our strengths,
our weaknesses.
He found out that...
That Mitch had a brilliant mind.
And that Frank wanted
to play pro football.
And what did he find
out about you, pal?
I wouldn't deprive
you of this moment
for anything in
the world, Frank.
Tell Mr. McGarrett yourself.
Nothing! Because he broke.
He spilled his guts
to save his lousy life.
Rashiri didn't even have
to lay a finger on him.
I take it Rashiri
needed all three pieces?
That's right.
Mitch and Frank didn't break.
Rashiri failed.
Suicide was his only way out.
Well, heh, that's your
word against mine.
And it won't be
that way for long.
Mitch?
Mitch, tell McGarrett.
Tell McGarrett it was Rashiri.
I... I-I can't, Frank.
Mitch...?
Mitch, you... You saw him.
You saw him in... In the hotel.
I... I only saw
him for a moment.
I-I couldn't be sure.
Well, all right,
well, may... Maybe
you'd better have
another look at him, then, huh?
Okay?
McGarrett?
Chin, have Mr., uh,
Shigato brought down.
But... But I'm not this Rashiri.
You have made a grave mistake.
Can the act, Rashiri!
Mitch, tell McGarrett.
I c-can't, Frank.
It's been so long.
I can't be sure.
Well, look at him, Mitch.
Look at him!
Uh, Mitch. Mitch,
remember back then?
Remember when we...
When we used to sit
around nights, and...
And talk about who we were
and what we were gonna do?
Remember that?
I remember you
telling me about...
About all those things
you were gonna build.
Like skyscrapers
and, uh... And bridges.
Things that nobody
even dreamed of.
You can't have
forgotten that, Mitch.
Well, you can't have
forgotten Lo Tang!
You can't have forgotten how
he'd sit cool as ice for hours,
while we were
crawling up the walls.
You can't have forgotten, Mitch,
how he took your brain apart,
and left you
nothing better to do
than to pump gas
the rest of your life.
It's him, Mitch. It's Rashiri.
He did it to ya.
He's here right now.
Look at him!
Mr. McGarrett.
Yes.
Yes. It's him. It's Rashiri!
This has gone far enough.
Are you certain?
Yes!
All right, I'll check
out your charges.
You'll check out my...?
What kind of a cop are you?
What more do you want?
That man's a butcher.
Chin?
Take Mr. Epstein down to
H.P.D. Book him on assault.
Well, aren't you
gonna handcuff me?
I might make a run for it.
I know I came on strong.
I know I look the heavy.
But as God is my witness,
this man's Rashiri.
McGarrett.
Thank you.
Well, your story
checks, Mr. Holt.
Airline confirms
you arrived on 309
early this morning from L.A.
At least there
was a Michael Holt
booked on that flight.
You all right, Mitch?
Yeah.
I just wanna go to my...
My room and lie down.
Okay, let me take you. Come on.
No.
I'll go by myself.
Are you sure?
P-please, Mike.
Stay with him, Kono. Dog him.
Can I go, Mr. McGarrett? Yes.
If you need me, I'll be
staying here for a few days.
I'm exhausted.
It has been a nightmare.
Perhaps there is
still time. For what?
To see if I can
salvage that meeting.
Some of the men
might still be here.
Might not have left...
Just one thing, Mr. Shigato.
I'd like your fingerprints.
Fingerprints?
It is necessary?
Frank Epstein will be
out on bail in no time,
and we just wanna prove
to him that you're not Rashiri.
But how?
Well, I'm sure the
Japanese government
can dig back through
their World War II files.
We can compare your
prints against Rashiri's
and show Epstein
that they don't match.
Danno.
Mr. Shigato.
How are you feeling?
I have felt better.
I'm sorry for what happened.
Oh, I can't excuse
it, of course, but...
But both Frank and
Mitch lost a lot in the war.
And time doesn't always heal.
I'd like to say I understand,
but my life is a shambles
because of them.
I'm having a bite
to eat. Join me?
Why not?
Mahalo, brother. How's Bradley?
Everything's all right.
Truly a lovely spot,
don't you think, Mr. Holt?
Okay, let's drop
the charade, Rashiri.
Don't look so shocked.
I know you, you know me.
I don't know what kind
of game you're playing,
but it won't do you any good.
I own you and your
Teletex Corporation.
I don't want you dead.
I wanna see you bleed.
And I wanna see you broken
and crawling in the gutter.
Police. watch it.
How is he? Bad.
If they get him to
surgery, he has a chance.
Yeah. What about
Shigato? He's downstairs.
He's okay. Bradley?
Doc's examining him.
Say we won't be able to question
him for several hours. Shock.
All right. Stay with him, Chin.
Keep in touch.
Right.
We found all this
stuff in the closet.
The enlarger has
a scratch on it.
Bradley's prints
are all over that.
He must have come
out on the balcony,
seen Holt and Shigato, and
decided the game was over.
Yeah. Then why did
he hit the wrong man?
Doctor says he's farsighted.
He also has an involuntary
muscle twitch in his hand.
I don't know, Danno.
Something strange.
What?
Nothing.
I haven't booked Bradley yet.
Book him on attempted homicide.
Holt thought I was Rashiri also.
While we were on the bridge
he told me he owned
the Teletex Corporation,
and that over the years
he had very carefully
trapped me into bankruptcy.
I know what you are thinking.
Epstein could
have been mistaken.
Possibly even Bradley.
But not all three.
But they are, Mr. McGarrett.
You must believe me.
What part of the
Philippines did you live
during the war, Mr. Shigato?
Olongapo.
Any family there?
No longer.
Where are they now? All dead.
Your friends still there?
No. Friends all dead too?
Everyone.
Everyone in the
village was killed.
An act of reprisal
by the Japanese.
Everyone but you.
Is that right?
The victim now
becomes the accused?
That's not what I said.
That is what you are thinking.
I was a guerrilla
during the war.
Away from my village
when it was wiped out.
I am not this Rashiri.
That is the truth.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Danno.
All right.
Drop the attempted homicide
charge against Bradley.
Make it murder one.
Holt just died.
And when I got to my room,
my... My head felt like I
had a-a nail driven in it.
All right, what happened then?
Then my head started to spin.
A-and I started to
go to the balcony
t-to get some air.
I-I must've blacked out.
And you remember
nothing after that?
Not until the door burst open.
What about the rifle and
the enlarger, Mr. Bradley?
I never saw them
before in my life.
I swear.
That's the truth.
Steve.
Epstein was just
released on bail.
He wants to know if
he could see Bradley.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett,
c-could I talk to
F-Frank, please?
All right, bring him in.
Thank you. It's for McGarrett.
Yeah.
Steve? Chin.
Chin, what do you got?
Rashiri's file is coming over
the wire photo now, Steve.
Courtesy Japanese government.
All right. Get it and bring it
to my office. Thanks, Chin.
Where are the rubber hoses?
Great sense of
humor, Mr. Epstein.
After you've finished,
come to my office.
If I get lost I'm sure
one of your watchdogs
will show me the way.
Frank, hear what happened?
Yeah. Pity.
What?
You were such a lousy shot.
Why didn't you tell me about
it, Mitch? I'd have helped you.
We could have gotten them both.
You think I did it?
F-Frank, I didn't.
Then who gets the medal?
I don't know.
I blacked out, I don't
know what happened.
Something I can do?
Anything I can get for you?
A new stomach.
Frank.
Frank, what are you
gonna do about Shigato?
Frank, I know you think I
fired that shot, but I didn't.
Frank, listen to
me, don't do it.
You can't be 100 percent sure.
He could be the wrong man.
Holt said he
could... Holt said?!
All Holt knew was
how to spill his guts
to save his own rotten life.
No, Frank.
Holt broke to save
our lives, not his own.
What?!
After the first month,
Rashiri knew we were
gonna be difficult to break.
And his superiors
wanted progress.
And Rashiri's neck
was on the line.
He told Holt this.
Told him he'd execute
us if Holt didn't break.
Well, with us dead, heh,
h-he couldn't have possibly
have gotten the information.
Rashiri was bluffing, Mitch.
Maybe.
But if we didn't break,
there was nothing
to lose to execute us.
Maybe he did trick Mike.
But Mike loved us.
Rashiri knew that
was his weakness
and he played on it.
And Mike never told you
because he knew you
would never believe him.
He knew I wouldn't buy a
snow job. That's what he knew!
You're poisoned, Frank.
It wa...
It wasn't the loss of
your leg that crippled you,
it was hate.
You... You got... You've
got my regrets, Frank.
And now...
you've earned my pity.
McGARRETT: Che.
Ballistics report
on that rifle, Steve.
It fired the shots.
And I processed
those photographs,
uh, in, uh, Bradley's enlarger.
As you'll see,
identical scratch marks.
It developed those
pictures of Shigato all right.
No doubt about it.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Call it cop instinct.
I just don't think Bradley
is capable of murder.
He took those photos.
Wait a minute. Let
me see your glass.
The man in the background here
with the camera up
to his face is Bradley.
Come here, Danno. Take a look.
There's no way.
There's no way he
could be in the picture
and take pictures of
Shigato at the same time.
Not unless he pulled the
neatest trick of the century.
Che, are all of
Bradley's things here?
Yes.
Was there a roll of
film in this camera?
That's right. Process it.
It's already in the lab, Steve.
Okay. Get 'em over to my
office as soon as you can.
If Bradley was taking pictures
with this camera, we might...
We just might have the face
of the man who took those.
McGARRETT: Yes.
There's a resemblance.
There should be!
He posed for it.
Yes.
I can see how he could
have made a mistake.
Mr. Epstein,
fingerprints don't lie.
Fingerprints don't change.
And these two sets don't match.
I guess I made a mistake!
I'm sorry.
Is that all you can say?
One man is dead
because of your mistake.
Another will be
on trial for his life.
And you are just sorry?
If there is nothing
else, Mr. McGarrett?
No. You may go.
Kono, Epstein just left.
Follow him. Don't let
him out of your sight.
The pictures Bradley took.
Two are overexposed.
Working on 'em, but
don't expect too much.
Hm.
It's Charlie Llacuna.
He's a paid killer.
That's our man.
Mr. Frank Epstein?
Mr. Epstein? Yeah.
Call for you.
Bring it over here.
Hello. Mr. Frank Epstein?
Yeah, this is Frank
Epstein. Who's this?
My name is not important.
But I have some information
that I think you'd
be interested in.
Information about what?
About who really
killed Michael Holt.
Interested?
Yeah, I am.
Who are you?
Come to 110 Wahani
Drive in an hour.
Come alone.
Relax, I just called him.
He's on his way to your house.
I got it. Just came.
All right. I'll check it.
But I trust him. I'm
sure it's all there.
Yeah, it's Llacuna all
right, or what's left of him.
McGARRETT: Yeah. Get the
coroner down here, will you?
Well, Bradley couldn't
have done this.
He's in jail.
Epstein?
No. Too much of a hothead.
The man who worked
this out, all of it,
is a precisionist like Shigato.
He hired Llacuna
to take the photos,
rig the car.
Now, that sent us to the
hotel, where he had Holt killed
and watched us
grab Bradley for it.
But, Steve, the
prints don't match.
Well, he worked
out all this, didn't he?
He's clever enough to have
gotten them changed, somehow.
No, Shigato's our man.
He's got to be Rashiri.
Help. Help.
Help!
Mr. Shigato?
Mr. Shigato?
Dispatch calling McGarrett.
McGarrett, go ahead, Dispatch.
Kono for you.
Steve, Epstein gave me the slip.
How long ago?
Ten minutes.
Dispatch, this is McGarrett.
Go ahead, McGarrett.
Patch me through to Chin Ho.
Chin Ho, come in.
This is McGarrett.
Chin, do you read me?
Chin, will you come
in? Do you read me?
Car 4 receiving, but
does not respond.
Chin, can you read
me? This is McGarrett.
Chin?
Let's go.
You look shocked, Frank.
Or have you begun to believe
that I committed hara-kiri?
I'm not that dumb.
I knew you rigged
those fingerprints.
It wasn't easy.
But when you want a
new life, you find a way.
I must really thank you.
For what? For
recognizing me at the hotel.
You were such a spectacle,
such an angry,
hotheaded cripple,
waving your cane,
shouting "Rashiri."
A superb performance.
Far beyond what I planned on.
Planned on?
You are so predictable.
All of you. But what about Holt?
A very authoritative
young man named Llacuna
killed him for me.
It was no difficulty for him
to climb onto Bradley's balcony
and kill Holt.
And now it's my turn, huh?
I came here, broke in,
tried to kill you, right?
Very good.
And you took care of
this brave policeman
who rushed to my cries of help.
We struggled, gun discharged.
And with me dead,
there's nobody to
contradict your story.
And now, if there are
no more questions...
Uh, one.
Why'd you do all this?
Holt found me out years ago.
Oh, don't give me that.
He swore on the Bible
you weren't Rashiri.
He was playing a game also.
You just wanted to kill me.
Holt had an idea.
An idea... to make
a hell of my life.
I had to stop him.
When the reunion was announced,
it gave me the
opportunity to revenge.
Revenge?!
What did we ever do to you?
You made me see
myself as a coward.
Made a lie out of
everything I believed in.
Made me run away.
Why didn't you break?
Guns on the floor.
Drop 'em. Drop 'em!
He's insane! He's Rashiri!
He's insane. He
followed me here.
Caught your man by
surprise. He's lying. He's lying!
He just told me he was
Rashiri. Was about to kill me.
I was hit from behind.
I don't know who.
It was him! I know. I know.
He's played a game
with all of us, Frank.
But he's lost.
Now give me the gun.
Don't be a fool, Frank.
With good lawyers,
I can only get prison sentence.
You have thought
about killing me
for last 25 years.
Are you going to throw
that chance away?
Frank, give me the gun.
Remember what I did?
I cut off your
leg, crippled you?
Made it impossible
for you to have a life?
Frank!
If you kill him it's
cold-blooded murder.
What kind of life
have you got to look forward to?
At least you can
do this one thing.
I have destroyed you.
If I had been kind at all...
I'd have killed you.
Yeah. Frank. Listen to me.
He tried to break you 25
years ago and he couldn't.
Now, are you gonna
let him break you now?
I have... misjudged you.
Both of you.