Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 4, Episode 1 - Highest Castle, Deepest Grave - full transcript

Badge. Seventeenth century.

Doctor!

- I think we found something.
- Good.

Hey, Tom. Tom, come on.

Looks like an 'aumakua.

What do you think, doctor?

Very curious.

Usually stands guard
over something.

I think here, doctor.

That's it.

There's your find, Miss Prentiss.



It was the burial crypt
of a Polynesian village

settled on these shores
sometime before the 16th century.

Our radio-dating processing
shows the bones on these skeletons

to be at least 400 years old.

That is, except two.

We call them John and Mary.

Babes in the woods
compared to the others.

They've only been dead
nine or ten years.

A curious fact,
each one shows osteal damage.

Bone splintering
caused by a foreign small object.

- A bullet?
- That's your department, Steve.

We call it
death by induced traumatic insult.

We call it murder.

A double shooting, Steve.
No question about it.



You can see
where the bone is chipped.

Apparently they were both
shot in the chest.

Danno, I want
the missing-persons records searched

for two people who vanished
about ten years ago.

A man and a woman.
Age of man, approximately 40.

Nothing on the woman, Steve,
but we have an idea about the man.

A fellow named Anton Parker
disappeared about ten years ago.

Never turned up.

He worked as top man
for a big industrialist,

name of Mondrago.

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

Mr. Mondrago's expecting me.

Wait.

Do you like my picture?

That was more than 20 years ago.

Have I changed much?

Go.

You're a lucky man.
I don't, as a rule, grant interviews.

Well, I never beg for one,
Mr. Mondrago.

When people won't talk with me,

I have them subpoenaed
before the grand jury.

The meeting starts well, McGarrett.

I like a man who stands up to me.

Sit down.

But keep standing up to me,
won't you?

Did Parker stand up to you?

Parker?

Yes.

A remarkable man.

He was like a son to me,
but a son not afraid to speak his mind.

Excuse me. Yes?

You are to meet the board
on the 5th.

I'll arrive on the 6th for a briefing
before the vote is taken.

And I'll want full details, not digests.

That's what I said.

Parker would have handled that
for me.

Today I have no one.

Ten years.

To think that a man
could vanish so completely.

He may have been found.

Parker? He's alive?

Dead, if our identification is correct.

No.

We have a pair of skeletons,

a man and a woman shot to death
about ten years ago.

We think the man was Parker.

But how can you tell?

Can't be sure,
but everything fits so far,

the age, the height, the weight,
the date of death.

Parker was a pilot in World War ♪♪.

Yes, I know.

We've contacted the VA
for his medical and dental records.

That way, we can make
a positive identification.

What about the woman?

We thought maybe you had
some ideas in that area.

He loved women, many women.

And they loved him.

Well, somebody didn't.

I'm afraid I can't help you
with that, McGarrett.

But I'll help in a different way.

When Parker disappeared,

I offered $25,000
for information leading to his return.

I'll pay that sum
to the person who finds his killer.

Daddy?

Can I have the keys
to the Mercedes?

I'll have Akea drive you in the Rolls.

I don't want to go in the Rolls.

We'll talk about this later.

McGarrett, my daughter, Sirone.

Yes, we've met, in another time.

I'm afraid
I've startled Mr. McGarrett.

You see, I wasn't lying.

That is my picture, in a sense.

My mother left it to me
when she died.

How long ago was that?

Ten years.

We'll keep in touch with you,
Mr. Mondrago.

Goodbye.

McGarrett.

That offer of a reward,

it also applies to police officers.

We have a policy,
no rewards, no favors.

What have you got, Danno?

I just went through the complete
photo and clipping file on Parker.

- The newspaper morgue?
- Yeah.

Parker made quite a splash
in this town.

Invited everywhere.
Parties, charity affairs, luncheons.

But here's a funny thing.

Every time I looked him up
in the photo index,

guess who was in the picture
with him.

Mrs. Mondrago.

Any pictures of her
with her husband?

Only one. Parker was in that too.

And Mrs. Mondrago was looking
at him, not at her husband.

What are you thinking? Triangle?

A man stands to lose
a woman like that,

he might just go off the deep end.

Yeah. Yeah.

If that's the way it happened.

What do you mean,
a woman like that?

She was really something.

What a face.

Yeah, I've seen her.

That is, I saw the daughter.
Looks just like the mother.

Just up from the hall of records.

Mrs. Mondrago's death certificate.

Cause of death, aneurysm.

Certifying physician, Dr. Herbert
C. Ventnor, Hunakai Street.

I see no need
for a police investigation.

Mrs. Mondrago's death
was from natural causes.

Exactly what is an aneurysm, doctor?

It's a defective artery,

sometimes near the heart
or perhaps in the brain.

You can have it all your life
and not be aware of it

until it actually ruptures.

And what happens then?

Massive hemorrhage.

And in such cases, there's no time
for remedial measures.

May we see
Mrs. Mondrago's medical file?

Well, it would show you
nothing, gentlemen.

As I have told you, an aneurysm
strikes without warning and it's...

May we see the file, doctor?

Well, ten years...

It may not be easy
to find it for you quickly.

Don't mind waiting.

Dr. Ventnor.

On the wards
until about five minutes ago.

Yes, yes, I know.

That has happened.

Al right.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

One less car.

Get Central Dispatch.

- Open.
- What are you doing?

Stand back, please.

Stop that.
You have no right to do that.

What business do you have
prizing it that way?

Come this way.
What kind of a car does he drive?

A Lincoln.

- Do you know the color?
- Black.

- Two- or four-door?
- Four.

Do you know
the license plate number?

- Central.
- No.

McGarrett. All cars, red alert.

Black, four-door Lincoln,
license plate unknown.

Registered to Dr. Herbert C. Ventnor.
V-E-N-T-N-O-R.

Get me a readout, please.

Intercept and notify.

Computer Room to Central Dispatch.

Readout on black Lincoln sedan.

Registered to Ventnor,
Herbert C., MD.

License number,
9-Charlie-3-3-2-2.

That's it. Let's go.

Car 3 to Dispatch.

We just spotted a black Lincoln
limousine, license 9-Charlie-3-3-2-2.

We are pursuing.

Cars 12 and 17. Cars 12 and 17.

Proceed to corner Ebott
to Diamond Head Road.

Black Lincoln heading east.

One medical file
with handy metal binder.

Unfortunately, we don't have
as much left of the doctor.

Anything else?

A fragment of the reservoir
of the hydraulic fluid.

Bone dry.

That car had no brakes left, Steve.

Someone let the fluid out?

Either that
or the car was badly neglected.

One thing we do know, though.

That big boy is definitely Parker.

The dental records check out exactly
with the VA records.

Any make on the woman?

Not a clue. Her teeth are perfect.

No fillings, no caps, no dentures.

We don't have
any medical records to go by.

Looks like
someone made sure of that.

Of course I know Ventnor is dead.
What about it?

Someone called him in his office
just before the accident.

It made him very nervous.

He grabbed a file
and headed mauka.

And you assume
he was heading for this house?

Without cause, without proof.

The proof seems to have
gone up in smoke.

Perhaps you think
I destroyed that file.

Perhaps you think
I murdered the man.

Was he murdered?

I think he was, murdered
by an overzealous policeman

who chased him on a mountain road,

caused the poor doctor to panic.

And as for my wife,

at the risk
of upsetting your hateful theory,

that was not her skeleton you found.

She was buried right here
on these grounds

with more than 200 people
attending her funeral.

There could've been 2,000

and they wouldn't have known
what was in that coffin.

But I know.
My wife was in that coffin.

Go fight other windmills, McGarrett.

This one might break your arm.

That's been tried.

Mr. McGarrett.

Could I speak to you for a moment?

Certainly.

We Eurasian are very pushy bunch

when we want to ask
personal question.

Ask.

Are you in love with my mother?

She must have been
a fascinating woman.

Men look at that picture
and something happens to them.

She seem to reach out
through time.

You are a Capricorn, aren't you?

Yeah, and I've locked up
seven fortunetellers in Waikiki.

Be careful.

Capricorn. The uphill fighter,
overcomes all obstacles.

You know you've met your match?

My daddy's a Leo. He's a king.

Powerful, vain, egotistical.

But a good king.

Do you know
what he has done for this island?

Oh, a little bit. Factories, sugar mills.

And a daycare center
and the concert hall

and the medical clinic.

And when the tidal wave hit Molokai,

he flew hundreds of injured people
at his own expense here,

saved I don't know how many lives.

I'm a Scorpio.

November 4th.

We are very complicated people.

Sort of angels and devils
rolled up into one.

I think we're all a little of both,
aren't we?

Not my mother, Mr. McGarrett.

She was pure angel.

Let her rest in peace, please.

Mr. Duncan?

Enter at your own risk.

If you're selling home improvements,
you're wasting your time.

I thrive in squalor.

Hawaii Five-0.

Oh, dear.
The establishment cracks down.

What heresies have I committed?

I don't know,
but they're not in your paintings.

Your work is brilliant, Mr. Duncan.

Realistic, clear.

Well, well, well,
a connoisseur in blue.

Perhaps I can sell you something.

An oil, a litho.
Time payments, of course.

The only painting I'm interested in
has been sold.

The nude at the Hilton bar?

The fully-clothed Mrs. Mondrago.

Well, so...

You've fallen in love with her too.

It isn't the painting, you know,
though I'd like to take credit for it.

It's the woman.

She cast her spell on everyone.

Including Parker?

Let's get this straight, McGarrett?

If you've come here
to tarnish her name,

you've brought your police car
to the wrong garage.

Meaning yes or no?

Meaning "get lost."

The story's bound to come out,
Mr. Duncan,

either through you
or through Parker's friends.

He had no friends.

He was an opportunist.

He'd do anything for wealth
and power.

Including seducing the boss's wife?

Listen, you.

You know, she wasn't one
of your country-club broads

with a cocktail in one hand
and a motel key in another.

She was...

She was something different.

Something he'd never known before

and didn't deserve.

But got?

Ten years, man.

Ten years.

The passions are cold.

The wounds are healed.

Must you draw the blood
of the survivors?

For heaven's sake, man,

leave things alone.

I think you've answered my question,
Mr. Duncan.

Next time, under oath.

Spoiler!

Defamer!

Centurion!

Danno, while I'm heading in,
call the DA's office.

Get an exhumation order
for Mrs. Mondrago's grave.

Will he holler for legal grounds?

Yeah, you bet he will.

Tell him I've got a witness
who can testify

that Parker and Mrs. Mondrago
were having an affair.

That's motivation enough
for Mondrago killing both of them.

The witness is Andrew Duncan,
D-U-N-C-A-N.

Kalanianaole Highway,
Niu Peninsula.

Got it.

Did you tell Mr. Duncan
he'd be called upon to testify?

I did.

What happened then?

As soon as I left, his house
was blown up, ravaged by fire.

And Duncan?

No trace so far.

The arson squad is still going through
the rubble, piece by piece.

Another chapter in the book
of dead or missing witnesses.

Mrs. Mondrago's medical record
and other evidence destroyed.

Objection, Your Honor.

The district attorney
is leading the witness to conclusions.

It is precisely because
all this evidence has been destroyed

that we've entered our motion
to exhume her body

from what they claim
to be her grave.

Objection sustained.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. McGarrett,

you spoke of the relationship
between Parker and Mrs. Mondrago

and the affair they had.

Where on Earth
did you get that fact?

I never called it a fact.

It was an evaluation.

No facts,
yet you ask for an exhumation.

What do you expect to find
in that grave?

- I expect to find nothing.
- Nothing?

An empty coffin.

Your Honor,
I move that the petition be denied

on the grounds
of a total lack of evidence.

Mrs. Mondrago died
of an aneurysm,

certified by a physician.

That is a matter of public record.

All else is spiteful gossip and smear.

My client is the mourner
of a beloved wife.

He does not deserve such treatment,
Your Honor.

I find myself in complete sympathy
with Mr. Mondrago

and the grief that he feels
at this time.

Still, there are
many unanswered questions here,

questions of life and death
and possibly of crime.

I have no choice
but to grant the petition to exhume.

So ordered.

You've won a round, McGarrett.

I leave you to your empty triumph.

Lady in the coffin.

Lady in the cave.

Which one, Che? Which one
is the real Mrs. Mondrago?

Impossible to tell, Steve.

As you can see,
they're almost identical.

Except for one thing.

The new one, the one in the coffin,

she once had a broken arm.

Healed nicely, but you can still see
the fracture line on the ulna.

The other one's arm is clean.

I ordered some enlargements made
of the broken arm.

They should be ready now.

Ask Danno to come in,
will you, Che?

Sure.

What do you got, Steve?

What have you got?

One woman too many, Danno.

Get H.P.D. to assign as many men
as possible to this case.

I want all records searched
going back ten years,

missing persons, immigrations,

steamship, airlines, hospitals,
anything you can think of.

Somewhere, some place,
a woman disappeared

and I wanna know who she is.

Daddy?

I just saw Duncan leave.

Some people think he's dead.

As you can see,
those people are wrong.

You gave him some money.

We had a transaction, yes.

What kind of transaction?

Sirone, these matters
have no connection with you.

Have they got to do
with Mommy's death?

Go to bed.

Daddy, I won't hold it against you,

but I have got to know the truth.

Your mother was a good woman.

I worshipped her.

She died a natural death.
That's all there is to it.

Why did you give Duncan money?

Why was his house blown up?
And why did Dr. Ventnor die?

I have to know!

Please, stop it. Stop it.

I have to know.

You must stop
thinking about these things.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry. You should...

- Got a break, Steve.
- Good.

We could use one.

Here's a list of people flown in
from Molokai after the big tidal wave.

Three hundred and eighty-two patients
flown in on six charters.

- Paid for by Mondrago.
- Yeah, that's right.

We crosschecked that against
the figures at the Ventnor clinic.

Forty-six of the patients died,

335 were released
and sent back to Molokai.

That adds up to 381, not 382.

One patient unaccounted for,
a woman.

Brought here by Mondrago.

Disappeared from a clinic
financed by Mondrago.

Pick him up, Danno.
Suspicion of murder.

Mary Pulani, age 26,

brought to the Ventnor clinic
after the tidal wave ten years ago.

Then suddenly,
all records of her vanish.

Except for the school records
on Molokai

that show she once had
a broken arm.

The remains in Mrs. Mondrago's coffin
had signs of a fractured forearm.

Now, when the confirming x-rays
come in from Molokai,

we'll be able to match them exactly.

You won't have to wait
for the x-rays, McGarrett.

I'm ready to make a statement now.

It is true.

I killed my wife and Parker.

One day I opened the bedroom door
and I found them there, together.

I got my pistol from the desk
in the study and I shot them both.

And then I had Akea
take the bodies to the cave

with instructions to leave them there
as they died, together.

Luckily, Dr. Ventnor was
in debt to me.

I had built a clinic for him.

They were treating
emergency cases from Molokai.

There was this girl
who died of pneumonia.

She looked
more or less like my wife.

I saw no harm
in making the substitution.

Dr. Ventnor took care
of the records.

That's just how it was?

That's how it was.

I believe there are certain formalities
like fingerprints, aren't there?

Kono, oblige the gentleman.

Thank you.

Nice going, Steve.

Something's wrong.

Listen to this.

One day I opened the bedroom door
and I found them there,

together.

I got my pistol
from the desk in the study and...

Now, a smart swinger's
in the bedroom with Mrs. Mondrago.

The husband walks in,
finds them together.

The husband runs like a crazy man
to his study.

Now, I say that Parker would take off
like a mongoose.

He wouldn't wait there holding hands
with the lady

till the husband got back with a gun.

Well, we still got a case.

We know that Mary Pulani was buried
in Mrs. Mondrago's grave.

Yeah, but do we know for sure?

We know.

I saw Mrs. Mondrago's medical file.

She had no broken arm.

- You what?
- I saw Mrs. Mondrago's medical file.

Where? How?

At the Ventnor clinic,

when I was looking for info
on the Molokai case.

But the file was burned
in Dr. Ventnor's car.

The remains of it are in Che's lab.

I don't know what Che has
in his lab, Steve.

But I saw
Mrs. Mondrago's medical file.

Hilo Police on Line 2.
Something's popping on the Big Island.

McGarrett. Yeah, chief.

Positive ID?

All right, hold him there.
I'll fly right over.

Our friend Duncan, the artist,

found drunk in Hilo
with $50,000 in his pocket.

You say $50,000, huh?

Yeah, and these.

And get this, he says the pictures
are worth more than the money.

- Give you any trouble?
- No.

He must have been
on one whopping bender.

Still sleeping it off.

Duncan? Duncan?

Oh, it's you,
the omnipresent McGarrett.

Your sketches of Mondrago out there,
they're dated exactly ten years ago.

Were you with Mondrago

when his wife
and Parker were killed?

I was with him all the time.

The exact day
that his wife and Parker were killed.

Yeah, I was with him.

We got the news together,
me and Mondrago.

We're pals.

Where did you get the 50,0007

Well, Mondrago gave it to me.

Steve?

It's quarter of 5
in the morning, Danno.

I know.

I just got back from the Big Island.
What's your excuse?

Well, I just wrapped up
the Lochman case.

You know,
when you get near the finish...

Go home, Danno.

This Mondrago thing bugging you?

Yeah.

Yeah. I was so anxious to nail him,
I could taste it, I breathed it.

And now that I have,
the nails aren't holding.

He confessed, didn't he?

Yeah, he confessed.

After trying to get rid of Duncan,
his perfect alibi.

Now, what kind of a way is that
for a nice guilty fellow to act?

Well, maybe that's exactly
what he wants you to think.

That plus a confession
that won't hold up in court.

Maybe.

And maybe I pushed him there.

Maybe I wanted him guilty.

Ever see that portrait of his wife
out at the castle?

No.

You look at it,
it changes right in front of you.

The eyes, the mouth.

It becomes the woman
you've always wanted

but could never get.

I can understand
why someone would fight for her.

And I can understand

what might happen to a man
who was gonna lose her.

Stay back.

Step aside, please.

Stay back.

Who's there?

I won't let you hurt my father.

I don't wanna hurt him.

God knows I've put myself in his place
a thousand times.

I can't blame him for what he did
under the circumstances.

How would you know?

He told me this morning.
He confessed.

I don't believe you.

He told me he came home that day...

You were there, weren't you?

Yes.

He told me he came home

and up until then, he didn't know
what was going on between them.

He knew. He knew!

Al right.

All right, he knew.
He came home that day before them.

He got his gun and he waited.

Is that right?

Yes.

He waited upstairs

because he knew
they always went up there.

He hid himself in a closet.

In the dressing room.

All right, in the dressing room.

He heard them come into the bedroom
but he couldn't see them.

He could see
through the crack of the door.

Was that enough?

Enough.

Enough, Mr. Parker!

Then Parker started
to kiss your mother.

Kissed her.

Put his hands on her.

Your father waited to see
how far they'd go.

Don't put your hands on my mother,
Mr. Parker.

Then your father opened the door.

Kicked it open.

Kicked it open.

What did Parker and your mother do
when they saw him?

She tried to cover him with her body.

But it won't help you, Mother.

It won't help you.

Dirty mother.

Dirty. Dirty!

I killed her.

I killed my mother.

Oh, no.

She blotted everything
out of her mind again,

just as she did ten years ago.

The doctor tells me that
she's been able to do that all her life.

It wasn't your wife's medical file
you were trying to hide.

It was your daughter's psychiatric file,
wasn't it?

You tried to protect her from
everything, even proper treatment.

She's gonna get that now.

What I did seemed right,

to save my daughter pain.

Perhaps one has to go through pain
to get well.

I don't know.

Pending a hearing,
you're free to go, Mr. Mondrago.

Your only crime
was one of concealment.

I have a feeling
the courts will understand.

I hope you'll forgive me
if I don't say thanks.

- I'm not in Johnny's way.
- He says you are.