Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 4, Episode 18 - Skinhead - full transcript
A young woman is savagely beaten and raped outside a bar. The prime suspect is a bald headed soldier, with whom she was seen arguing inside the bar. The jury eventually convicts him based on the eyewitness testimony of a young mechanic who was at the bar that night. However, when his medical report comes back McGarrett begins to have doubts about whether or not he did it.
Yeah.
What do you say, man?
Get lost. I'm sorry.
How about you and me
having a drink, honey?
Hey, what's the matter, honey?
Don't I look good to you?
You look good to me, real good.
Come on, baby.
Don't give me
the big "cool it" act.
I know what you chicks are like.
Hello?
Sweetie?
Okay, I'll see
you in 15 minutes.
Okay. Bye.
May I pass, please?
What's the matter, kid?
White meat too
rich for your blood?
You lousy gook broad.
Hey, buddy, you struck out.
Get your nose out of
my business, buddy.
Why don't you come
over and have a beer?
It's just not your
night. Get back!
Lousy gook broad.
Ow!
Ow!
Ow!
Danno, is she
conscious? She is now.
Get her name?
Kayama, Nora Kayama.
Well, who found her? Her date.
She was supposed to meet
him, but she didn't show,
so he went to the
place he telephoned.
This is it. He found her.
This is the, uh, fourth
case in six weeks, Steve.
That's an elevated rate.
Yeah. That's why we're on it.
Orders from the man, personally.
Mr. McGarrett. Dr. Yamato.
Doctor, what can you tell us?
She was beaten severely,
mostly about the upper body.
Head, shoulders. No fractures.
Was she raped?
Yes, no question.
Thanks.
Miss Kayama?
You don't have to look
at me if you don't want to.
Do you know who did this to you?
No.
Not his name.
Have you ever seen him before?
No.
Is there anything
you can tell us
that might help us find him?
Anything you remember about him?
He was bald.
Completely bald?
His head was shaven.
I know how difficult
this is for you,
but there's one thing
that is very important
in a case like this.
Did you resist him?
Did you fight?
Did I fight?
Fragment of a
fingernail, left forefinger.
Matches a missing
portion of the victim's finger.
Found where?
Here.
Victim's car was parked here.
She was discovered
by her boyfriend here.
Entrance to the saloon here.
Any footprints? Yes, two.
Hm. Twelve and a half?
Thirteen. Wanna try for width?
D? On the money.
Also, observe:
hole in left sole.
What kind of shoe?
Leather sole, low
heel, rounded toe.
Sports shoe, loafer. Can't
go any further than that.
Anything else? Right.
Three strands of blond hair:
fine grain, 25.7
millimeters in length,
taken from under
the victim's fingernails.
Chest hair?
Right.
Flesh samples, also from
under the victim's fingernails.
Analyzed for blood type.
Findings: type A.
Grass and shrubbery samples
taken from the
site of the attack.
Bloodstains. A?
A.
Fabric strands.
Light color, beige or ecru.
Sixty-five percent
Dacron polyester,
35 percent, uh, combed cotton.
In other words, 100
percent sports shirt.
Permanent press.
That it? It.
Thanks.
Chin.
What have you got?
The owner says he
didn't see anything.
But the other bartender says
he saw a skinhead in there
and saw him try
to pick up a girl.
So I showed him a
photo of Miss Kayama
and he said it, uh,
could have been her.
That place doesn't exactly
have the biggest light bill in town.
It's pretty hard to get
a good look at faces.
Yeah. Any decent
description of this skinhead?
Practically the same as hers:
big, strong, bald as an egg.
Anything else?
I showed Miss
Kayama the mug photos.
Nothing, no ID.
I want him. I want this guy.
I've heard a hundred
different reasons for murder,
but when a man beats a
girl like that and rapes her,
there's only one reason.
He's turned animal.
He's gone rabid!
Now, we're dealing with a...
We're dealing with a mad
dog, and I wanna nail him
and put him away before
he attacks somebody else.
Can you think of a better
place to look for a skinhead
than the military?
Hut, two, three, four...
Kenner to the parade
ground on the double.
Kenner, Mitchell, C
Company, 2nd Platoon,
reporting as ordered, sir.
Fall in, soldier, anywhere.
Gentlemen.
Let's go, warm up.
Come on, let's go.
Attention!
Stand at ease.
Platoon prepared for
inspection, sir. Carry on.
Each of you men
unbutton the top three
buttons of your shirt.
Let's see, soldier.
McGARRETT: So you
fell over a hedge, huh?
Not on the hedge, smack into it.
I was lying there
right on top of it.
You don't believe me?
All right, ask Perkins.
He pulled me off of it.
Go on, ask him. I already have.
Perkins said that you fell
on a hedge, out like a light,
that he pulled you off and
helped you to your bunk.
Okay, I guess that
wraps it up, huh?
Is it all right for
me to go now, sir?
It's up to Mr. McGarrett.
What does Perkins' story
prove? That you fell on a hedge.
What more do you want?
Lots more, soldier, lots more.
Detailed information,
so just stay put.
May I see his service
record, captain?
Three, four. Hut! Stand
down, stand down.
Steve.
Found this in his locker.
These yours, soldier?
Well?
I'd say it was the
fourth one from the left.
Could you swear
to that in court?
Yeah, that's him.
Okay, thank you.
He says yes. The guy
who runs the place says no.
We're even. Yeah.
Miss Kayama, this
is a one-way mirror.
Nobody can see you
from the other side.
Now come in, please,
and see if you can
identify any of the men.
That's him.
Miss... Oh, oh!
That's him, that's him.
He did it! Shhh.
Easy, easy, easy.
Which one?
Which one?
Fourth one from
the left. He did it.
Easy. Are you sure?
Yes, I am.
Okay, two out of
three. Book him.
I'll tell you what
worries me, Steve.
Listen to this. This is
the bartender's statement.
Uh, I'm quoting:
"I seen the young
lady take a swing
"at the skinhead with her bag,
"letting him have
it right in the face.
"He grabs her and
starts shaking her.
"I call the boss.
"He was just on his
way to break it up
"when this customer
gets in there
"and says something to
the skinhead that stops him.
"The young lady goes out,
"and a little later
the skinhead follows.
"That's all I seen,
on account of the boss tells
me to get back to work," unquote.
Well...
What worries you about that?
Well, the boss says
it never happened.
He didn't see the skinhead,
he didn't see the girl,
he didn't see the customer,
he didn't see anything.
One of 'em's lying. Yeah.
Well, I think it was the boss.
The girl positively
identified Kenner.
We have the shirt, the
shoes, the hairs from his chest,
blood type matches.
Steve, you can't convict with
three hairs off somebody's chest
and a blood type that's found
in 45 percent of
all Anglo-Saxons.
And as far as the shoes
and the shirt are concerned,
all that does is
prove he was there.
We have to prove
criminal assault, Steve,
and I need that other
customer to do it.
Why? I don't understand that.
If he talked to Kenner,
I wanna know what it
is that he talked about.
I have to be able to
prove intent, Steve.
I wanna be able to
prove that Kenner
made advances to the girl,
and that he grew enraged
when she refused them.
That's the kind of
groundwork I gotta have.
You find me that other customer,
and I'll hand you the
conviction on a tray.
You shine up that tray, John.
I don't care what
the guy said I saw.
I... I know better than him.
How could he tell what I saw?
In his signed statement,
your bartender said that
he pointed them out to you.
That you saw them struggling
and you were about to intervene
when another
customer broke it up.
Are you denying that?
Hey, some guys
will sign anything.
You know, if you
wanna know what I think,
the guy was drinking.
And it wouldn't
be the first time
he was drunk on the job.
So that's why I booted him out.
You fired the guy?
I got enough to worry
about running a clean joint
without paying out my good
money to some drunken barkeep.
You know, who tells
lies about what I saw.
Yeah, I fired him.
And you're ready
to swear in court
that you didn't see anything
that he claimed you saw?
Now, look, mister,
I wanna remind you that
we're not playing games,
that a girl has been
brutally beaten and raped.
You know what they hand
you for perjury in this state?
Now, wait a second.
Just wait a second!
You'll wait a second.
I know what's going on in
that head of yours, mister.
You don't want anything
happening around this place
because it's bad for business.
You might go broke, or
lose your license, huh?
So you figure the
best thing to do is to lie.
To say it never happened,
to deny that you heard
anything or saw anything.
No, I didn't, I'm telling ya.
Yeah, well, I'm telling you.
You know what's gonna be
bad for your business? You.
You know what's gonna cause you
to lose your
license or go broke?
You.
Because I'm gonna
put a man in here,
starting tonight
and every night,
and he's gonna be
waiting and watching.
And the minute...
The minute one beer
goes across this bar
to somebody who
is one day underage,
the minute some pothead
lights up a joint in the can,
or the minute there is one fight
or some drunk
gets served a drink
when he should have
been sent home: whack!
There goes your license.
Oh, boy, you're leaning on me.
Yeah, hard, and that's
just the beginning.
Because if nothing ever happens,
when your license
comes up for renewal...
Uh, wait, wait. Wait.
Wait a minute, will you?
Okay, okay, I saw him.
Yeah? It was just
like the creep said.
Only I didn't see her
hit him with her purse.
It was after that
that he called me.
And he was just
shaking her, you know,
and saying things to her,
and I was just on my way
over to throw 'em both out
when this other guy
comes over to 'em.
And I didn't hear what he said,
but the skinhead
lets go of the chick,
and the chick splits.
And then the skinhead
goes out after her.
So I figured, "Well,
they're both out," you know,
and that's all I wanted, so
I went back to tending bar.
What did the other guy look
like? Can you describe him?
Pfft. Just another customer.
You know, who looks at faces?
He came back to the
bar and bought a beer.
Well was he tall, short,
oriental, Caucasian?
What was the color of his hair?
You must have seen something.
No, I'm... I'm
telling you, I never...
Wait a minute. Yeah.
Yeah, he had, uh,
"Chris" on his shirt.
Chris?
Yeah, right over here,
over the pocket here.
You know, it was written
in thread like handwriting.
Uh, the way guys have it
in gas stations, you know?
You know, it's
amazing, isn't it,
how much a guy with a
bad memory can remember?
Chin, crank up the computer.
I wanna find a gas-station
attendant named Chris.
No last name?
McGARRETT: That's
why we need the computer.
Well, there are nine of them
working in the filling
stations on the islands, Steve.
One apiece on Kauai
and Maui, one on Hawaii.
The rest, there's six on Oahu:
two at Pearl City,
one at Waipahu...
Chin, please, are
there any of them
that are working
anywhere near that bar?
Yeah, Chris Chase.
He works for Big
Harry's Fill 'Er Up,
half a mile from the
Seacomber Tavern.
Let's go.
Hey, Chris!
Someone want me? Yeah.
Are you Chris Chase?
McGarrett, Five-0.
What did I do?
How old are you, Chris?
Seventeen and a half.
What did I do?
Well, for one thing, we
have reason to believe
you were drinking at
the Seacomber Bar,
and you're underage. When?
I-I've never been in there.
According to the proprietor,
you might have been there
last Monday night about 11.
He remembers somebody
with that name on a shirt.
But I was never there.
I've never been there my...
What is it? When
did you say it was?
McGARRETT: Last
Monday night, about 11.
Luke.
Who's Luke? Luke Leonard.
He works here too. He
went off shift at 10:30.
How does Luke fit in?
He borrowed a
clean shirt from me.
His was all dirty,
and he said he felt like
going out on the make
and he needed a clean shirt.
Do you know where Luke lives?
No, but he comes to work at 5.
Thanks.
Chris, if you see Luke before
we do, you haven't seen us.
You understand? Yes, sir.
Mitchell Kenner,
you have asked the
court to appoint counsel,
and the court has
directed Mr. Arthur Tosaki
to act on your behalf.
Are you satisfied? Yes, sir.
Any objections, Mr. Manicote?
None, Your Honor.
Your Honor, my client,
after a thorough examination
of the conceivably highly
emotional aspects of this case,
and upon my advice, asks
to be tried without a jury.
Granted. Bail is set at $10,000.
Both counsel will be
advised of the trial date
after I have examined
the calendar.
Steve, we just picked him up.
He's out in the
corridor with Danny.
Good. Thank you, Kono.
Mr. McGarrett.
Mr. McGarrett, do I
look like the kind of guy
that has to knock a chick
down to get her attention?
Man, I gotta fight 'em off.
Real swinger, huh?
Is that how you got those
scratches, fighting one off?
I told you how I got 'em.
Anyway, what are
you so upset about?
I mean, she's not even white.
Kono, just calm down
there. You're a cop.
Act like one.
Lots of luck with
your client, Mr. Tosaki.
You're defending a real doll.
Steve, this is Luke Leonard.
Mr. Leonard, have
you been apprised
of your constitutional
rights? Yes, sir.
That guy with McGarrett,
the one in the gray slacks,
he can alibi me.
Who is he?
I don't know his name.
But he was at that
place that night.
We had a beer together.
He knows what happened.
Well, I'll find out from
McGarrett who he is.
Defense has every
right to that information.
Yeah.
Yeah, you find out who he is.
And where he lives.
Hi, buddy.
What do you want?
You went to the cops. I saw you.
No, they came to get me.
I, uh... I didn't go to them.
You think I'd go to the cops?
I don't know what you'd do, pal.
I don't know what you'd do.
What did they ask you, the cops?
They just wanted to
know what I saw that night.
What did you see, pal?
Listen, Kenner,
or whatever your name is, um...
I don't wanna cause
nobody any trouble.
That's real kind of you.
I appreciate it.
Now, maybe you'll do
me a favor, a real big favor.
Yeah, I'll do anything you want.
I figured you would.
I figured you for a real pal
the moment I laid eyes on you.
Well, what do you want me to do?
When they call you up
on the witness stand...
in the trial,
I want you to say exactly
what I'm gonna tell you
to say right now.
Well, listen, if you're
gonna try to get me
to say something that, uh...
I mean, they got a thing that
they call perjury, you know?
They got a thing
called dead too!
And that's a lot worse
than perjury, buddy.
That's what you're gonna be
if you don't do
what I tell you to do.
'Cause you don't do
what I tell you to do,
I'll kill ya.
Just like this.
And he kept hitting
at me and hitting at me
and calling me
names, awful names.
And he kept saying thing like:
"You're messing around
with a man, a real man."
I fought until I
was unconscious.
Thank you. No further questions.
Mr. Tosaki.
Miss Kayama, in the
testimony just before,
you say that the defendant
struck you repeatedly
and called you names
and extolled his own virility,
and then finally rendered
you unconscious.
Is that correct? Yes, sir.
But you failed to mention
at what time the defendant
allegedly committed these acts
for which he now stands trial.
How could I know?
I was unconscious.
Then you cannot actually swear
that the alleged
act took place at all.
Objection, Your Honor.
The medical testimony
has already been offered
that the act in
fact did take place.
Your Honor, a medical
testimony has merely asserted
that an act of
intimacy took place.
And it in no way...
And I assert, in
no way does it state
that the act of
physical intimacy
took place forcibly.
Your Honor, the victim
was beaten senseless.
That's already been established.
It has not been
established, Your Honor,
that the severe beating
took place before
or after this act of
physical intimacy.
Overruled.
Go on, please, Mr. Tosaki.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Miss Kayama,
might it not have been possible
that you may have
somehow managed
to alter the sequence of events?
In other words, young
lady, is it not conceivable
that this act of intimacy
between you and the defendant
did not take place
following the alleged beating,
but before it?
Is it not conceivable
that an altercation
developed afterwards,
from which this alleged
beating occurred?
That's not true.
It is not? Ha. I see.
Miss Kayama,
this young man that
you are now going with,
have you enjoyed a
physical relationship with him
since your acquaintance?
Yes.
And, uh, prior to taking
up with this young man,
have you enjoyed
similar relationships
with other young men?
Objection, Your Honor.
Your Honor, this information
is very vital to my case
if we are to get to the
facts of what has happened.
I'll allow you to proceed,
but the court wants you
to know you're on thin ice.
Thank you, Your Honor. Thank
you very much, Your Honor.
Young lady, I repeat:
prior to taking up with
your present boyfriend,
have you engaged
in similar relations
with other young men?
Yes.
Excuse me,
I don't think that the court
quite heard your answer.
Yes.
And yet you insist
that this act of intimacy,
which in the past has
occurred apparently voluntarily,
uh, with a few
different young men,
in this particular
case occurred forcibly,
against your will,
and only after you had
been rendered insensible?
But it is true!
Why were you so particular
in this instance, Miss Kayama?
Objection, Your
Honor. Withdrawn.
While you were
present at this tavern
on the night that Miss
Kayama was assaulted,
did you engage the
defendant in conversation?
I said hi, something
like that. So did he.
It's, uh, kind of a noisy place.
They got a big jukebox there,
so, uh, it's not a place
where you talk a lot.
Well, you, uh...? You
exchanged greetings, then, hm?
Yeah. You could say.
And while you were there,
Miss Nora Kayama came in.
Is that right? LUKE: I guess so.
I mean, uh, the
first I noticed her
was when this guy,
Kenner, took a bead on her.
What?
I said, the first
time I noticed her
was when this Kenner
guy took a bead on her.
He became interested
in her, is that right?
Yeah, yeah, he
became interested.
He became real interested.
He became real
interested in her?
And in...? In what way did he
become real interested in her?
What...? Yes?
Uh, excuse me, Your Honor,
may I seek the court's
indulgence for one minute?
It concerns the
testimony of this witness.
Very well, Mr. Manicote.
One minute.
The witness will remain seated.
Thank you, Your Honor.
What is it, Steve?
We just got a call
from the manager
of Luke's apartment house.
She saw Kenner's
picture in the paper today.
She's willing to
swear that the soldier
definitely paid Luke a visit
the day after the arraignment.
Heh. Thanks.
Well, thank you, Your Honor.
Mr. Leonard,
is it true that prior to
the start of this trial,
the defendant visited you?
Hm?
Your Honor, would
you instruct the witness
to answer the question?
The witness will
answer the question.
I... I didn't hear it.
Oh, I said, Mr. Leonard,
that prior to the
start of this trial,
did this defendant,
Mitch Kenner, visit you?
Yes, he did.
What was the
purpose of that visit?
Um, he told me that,
uh, he wanted to know
about what I was
gonna say to the cops
and what I was gonna say here.
- Well, what did you tell him?
- I told him... I told him.
I said, uh, y-you know,
when you go to court,
you gotta tell the
truth, or it's perjury.
Yes, and what was his reply?
Well, he said...
He said if I didn't
say what he...
What he wanted
me to say, that, uh...
Uh, perjury isn't gonna make any
difference 'cause he was gonna...
Uh, I'd be dead. He was gonna
kill me. That's what he said.
What was it that he
wanted you to say in court?
He's... Look at him. Look, h...
He's gonna kill me right now.
Take a look at him!
I guarantee you full
protection, Mr. Leonard.
Do not be frightened,
and do not be intimidated.
Tell this court exactly what
happened in that tavern,
and tell the truth.
Okay.
Uh...
He followed her out
into the parking lot.
And I finished
my beer and I left,
and I went out into the
parking lot, and there he was.
- Where was he?
- Across the parking lot.
And, uh, he had his
back to me, and, um...
And then he turned and
he stared at me, and, uh...
Well, he was all bloodied up.
He had blood on his
chest and on his face.
All right, what did you do then?
Um...
Well, I... The way he
was staring at me, I-I split.
I got out of there. I
jumped in my car and lit out.
All right, before
you lit out of there,
did you see anybody at all,
Mr. Leonard? Anyone else?
Yeah, there was, uh,
the local chick that he
followed out of the bar
into the parking lot.
Saw her where?
She was lying on the grass.
And she... With
ripped clothes and...
And she was all bloodied
up and unconscious.
Yes, thank you, Mr. Leonard.
He just buried me, didn't he?
No, you just buried yourself.
Meaning something
bothers you, huh?
Yeah, and he's
called Luke Leonard.
I know his kind,
Chin. He's a weasel.
Perjury's his middle name.
He spends half his
life running scared,
yet he sat up there
on that witness stand
and he gave a testimony that
he knew would hang Kenner.
He might have thought
that he'd be safe
with Kenner behind bars.
But Kenner's not behind bars.
He's out now on
bail pending appeal.
Where would you be
right now if you were Luke?
Waiting at the airport for
the next flight out anywhere.
Well, he isn't.
I've got a tail on him. Why?
Because I figure
he's a marked man.
Uh-huh. Kenner wouldn't be
dumb enough to go after him.
Oh, anyone so desperate
that he would suborn a witness
is gonna go looking for that
witness if he's double-crossed.
But he's not. He's not looking.
And Luke is not running.
And one more thing.
Supposing you're Kenner,
and you've just been
convicted of rape,
what would you be doing?
I'd be hiding.
Well, he's not. Danno's
been out at Schofield.
Kenner is calm and smirking,
acting like he just
won the pushup contest
at Muscle Beach.
No. Tsk.
I'm getting some
strange vibes, Chin.
Let's have another
look at his record, huh?
Well, we've checked it
backwards, forwards
and sideways, Steve.
Well, then let's check it
upward and downward,
because something is missing.
"Army service record:
Kenner, Mitchell M.
Three-year hitch, served
in Vietnam. Decorated."
Huh.
"Completed hitch, discharged
Fort MacArthur, California,
"March 24th, 1969.
Re-enlisted
September 19th, 1970."
Nothing missing there, Steve.
Yes, there is.
Out 18 months.
Discharged March of '69,
back in September of '70. Why?
This isn't a career
soldier, Chin.
Never even put in
for a commission.
Three years in Vietnam,
then re-enlists. How come?
Well, maybe he couldn't
make it as a civilian.
If that's the reason,
I wanna know why.
I wanna know what he
did with those 18 months
he was on the outside.
How do you trace a soldier
when he's not in the Army?
Well, one good
way is to find out
where he sends his
money when he is.
Three, four. Hut! Stand
down, stand down.
Hut, two, three, four.
Pick up the step, pick it up.
That's it, Steve. No
insurance and no allotments.
He collects all the pay himself.
Anybody know
what he does with it?
One thing he doesn't do
is spend a penny on a pal.
I asked around the barracks.
His fists are
tight as his scalp.
That's what they
say about Kenner.
Chin, what have you got?
I haven't been able to find
an account in his name at, uh,
any of the banks I covered.
Well, he must do
something with his money.
McGarrett.
Steve, I may have something.
Kenner's got a personal
checking account
at the, uh, Bank of
Oahu Pearl City branch.
He sends a $50 check each
month to a Thomas Camden-Smith.
That's hyphenated. What city?
The endorsement reads:
"Central Clearinghouse,
Toronto, Canada."
Thank you very much, sir.
You've been a great help to us.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Goodbye.
Danno, you struck gold.
The man with the hyphen in
his name is Dr. Camden-Smith.
He's head of the
Urological Department
of Toronto Memorial Hospital.
Now listen to this.
Between January
and June of 1970,
he performed four
operations on Mitch Kenner.
What for?
Well, I've had some weird ones.
In August of 1969 in
Rochester, New York,
while thoroughly juiced,
Kenner slammed his car
into a thruway overpass
at about 90 miles an hour.
He fractured his pelvis,
and he ruptured
his posterior urethra.
He spent three months
in a Rochester hospital,
Rochester Central.
The pelvic fracture
knitted properly,
and the urethra was
surgically repaired.
But in the accident,
Mitch Kenner suffered
irreparable perineal
nerve damage,
resulting in impotence.
Impotence.
Dr. Camden-Smith of Toronto
is an expert in the
reversal of the condition
and the restoration of potency.
He's also expensive.
Mitch Kenner has
been paying ever since
for the four operations.
You mean he's still impotent?
Totally and permanently.
What about the girl? The
doc said, "No question."
Kenner did not commit any rape.
He couldn't have.
It's impossible.
Come on, Danno.
We've got work to do.
The shirt he borrowed?
No, he didn't
give it back to me.
What did he do with
it? Do you know?
Yeah, he said he got it dirty
and he put it in the hamper.
They pick up on Tuesdays.
It should be back
by now, shouldn't it?
Yeah, sure, I guess so,
but I'd never thought about it.
How many shirts do you
have with your name on 'em?
Four. You have one on.
Is there one in the
laundry now? Yeah.
So that means there
should be two in the station.
Let's go and see.
There's only one.
Won't they ever learn
it's hard to burn buttons?
Pick him up, Danno.
It's bull, I tell
you. It's bull.
So it's a bunch of buttons.
So, what's a button?
This is a button, buddy boy.
And this is a button.
You notice the similarity?
There are hundreds
of buttons like that.
Every guy that
works in a gas station.
I'm only interested in
the three that we found
in the incinerator of
your apartment house.
Now, nobody else who lives
there works in a gas station.
You burned the shirt, Luke.
Why? Did it have blood on it?
This is a frame. It's a
frame, and I can prove it.
You put those in there yourself,
so you could pin it on me.
So you could make it look like
it wasn't some big, swell,
great-guy American soldier
who did it, but just some
guy from a gas station.
Well, you blew it, fellas.
How'd we do that, Luke?
Look at my shirt. Look at it.
Heh-heh! Four buttons, right?
Where's the other one, huh?
You burned some buttons,
but you didn't look to see
how many were on my shirt,
you stupid cops.
Jenny, is Kono back yet?
Ask him to come
in, will you, please?
You were right, Steve. We
searched the place again.
We found this button
under an inch of dirt.
McGARRETT: Three... and one.
What about it, Luke?
Let me out. Let me out!
Let me out!
Let me out.
That's not polite.
Let me out.
You wanna make
a statement, Luke?
You raped that girl, didn't you?
After Mitch Kenner
beat her senseless.
I'm sick.
Oh, are you ever.
Get him out of here.
Chris.
Thanks. We can have Jenny
sew it on for you if you wish.
That's okay. My
mother will do it for me.
McGARRETT: Okay, Kenner.
The verdict will be set
aside by Judge Kalehei.
You will be re-indicted
on a lesser charge
of aggravated assault.
Do you understand? Yes, sir.
Did you know that Luke
raped Nora Kayama
after you had beaten
her unconscious
and left her there?
No, I didn't know it until
I read it in the paper.
I only knew that
I hadn't done it.
But yet you went to Luke anyway,
and you threatened to kill him
unless he got up on that stand
and swore that he
practically saw you rape her.
Yes, sir.
I said I'd do it. Why?
Why...? Why would
you wanna risk 25 years
for something you hadn't done?
What's 25 years?
I'd risk 50 years
to keep the guys in the
outfit from finding out that I...
I wasn't a man anymore.
A man?
Do you know the
meaning of that word?
You haven't got
a clue, have you?
You don't have a clue.
What do you say, man?
Get lost. I'm sorry.
How about you and me
having a drink, honey?
Hey, what's the matter, honey?
Don't I look good to you?
You look good to me, real good.
Come on, baby.
Don't give me
the big "cool it" act.
I know what you chicks are like.
Hello?
Sweetie?
Okay, I'll see
you in 15 minutes.
Okay. Bye.
May I pass, please?
What's the matter, kid?
White meat too
rich for your blood?
You lousy gook broad.
Hey, buddy, you struck out.
Get your nose out of
my business, buddy.
Why don't you come
over and have a beer?
It's just not your
night. Get back!
Lousy gook broad.
Ow!
Ow!
Ow!
Danno, is she
conscious? She is now.
Get her name?
Kayama, Nora Kayama.
Well, who found her? Her date.
She was supposed to meet
him, but she didn't show,
so he went to the
place he telephoned.
This is it. He found her.
This is the, uh, fourth
case in six weeks, Steve.
That's an elevated rate.
Yeah. That's why we're on it.
Orders from the man, personally.
Mr. McGarrett. Dr. Yamato.
Doctor, what can you tell us?
She was beaten severely,
mostly about the upper body.
Head, shoulders. No fractures.
Was she raped?
Yes, no question.
Thanks.
Miss Kayama?
You don't have to look
at me if you don't want to.
Do you know who did this to you?
No.
Not his name.
Have you ever seen him before?
No.
Is there anything
you can tell us
that might help us find him?
Anything you remember about him?
He was bald.
Completely bald?
His head was shaven.
I know how difficult
this is for you,
but there's one thing
that is very important
in a case like this.
Did you resist him?
Did you fight?
Did I fight?
Fragment of a
fingernail, left forefinger.
Matches a missing
portion of the victim's finger.
Found where?
Here.
Victim's car was parked here.
She was discovered
by her boyfriend here.
Entrance to the saloon here.
Any footprints? Yes, two.
Hm. Twelve and a half?
Thirteen. Wanna try for width?
D? On the money.
Also, observe:
hole in left sole.
What kind of shoe?
Leather sole, low
heel, rounded toe.
Sports shoe, loafer. Can't
go any further than that.
Anything else? Right.
Three strands of blond hair:
fine grain, 25.7
millimeters in length,
taken from under
the victim's fingernails.
Chest hair?
Right.
Flesh samples, also from
under the victim's fingernails.
Analyzed for blood type.
Findings: type A.
Grass and shrubbery samples
taken from the
site of the attack.
Bloodstains. A?
A.
Fabric strands.
Light color, beige or ecru.
Sixty-five percent
Dacron polyester,
35 percent, uh, combed cotton.
In other words, 100
percent sports shirt.
Permanent press.
That it? It.
Thanks.
Chin.
What have you got?
The owner says he
didn't see anything.
But the other bartender says
he saw a skinhead in there
and saw him try
to pick up a girl.
So I showed him a
photo of Miss Kayama
and he said it, uh,
could have been her.
That place doesn't exactly
have the biggest light bill in town.
It's pretty hard to get
a good look at faces.
Yeah. Any decent
description of this skinhead?
Practically the same as hers:
big, strong, bald as an egg.
Anything else?
I showed Miss
Kayama the mug photos.
Nothing, no ID.
I want him. I want this guy.
I've heard a hundred
different reasons for murder,
but when a man beats a
girl like that and rapes her,
there's only one reason.
He's turned animal.
He's gone rabid!
Now, we're dealing with a...
We're dealing with a mad
dog, and I wanna nail him
and put him away before
he attacks somebody else.
Can you think of a better
place to look for a skinhead
than the military?
Hut, two, three, four...
Kenner to the parade
ground on the double.
Kenner, Mitchell, C
Company, 2nd Platoon,
reporting as ordered, sir.
Fall in, soldier, anywhere.
Gentlemen.
Let's go, warm up.
Come on, let's go.
Attention!
Stand at ease.
Platoon prepared for
inspection, sir. Carry on.
Each of you men
unbutton the top three
buttons of your shirt.
Let's see, soldier.
McGARRETT: So you
fell over a hedge, huh?
Not on the hedge, smack into it.
I was lying there
right on top of it.
You don't believe me?
All right, ask Perkins.
He pulled me off of it.
Go on, ask him. I already have.
Perkins said that you fell
on a hedge, out like a light,
that he pulled you off and
helped you to your bunk.
Okay, I guess that
wraps it up, huh?
Is it all right for
me to go now, sir?
It's up to Mr. McGarrett.
What does Perkins' story
prove? That you fell on a hedge.
What more do you want?
Lots more, soldier, lots more.
Detailed information,
so just stay put.
May I see his service
record, captain?
Three, four. Hut! Stand
down, stand down.
Steve.
Found this in his locker.
These yours, soldier?
Well?
I'd say it was the
fourth one from the left.
Could you swear
to that in court?
Yeah, that's him.
Okay, thank you.
He says yes. The guy
who runs the place says no.
We're even. Yeah.
Miss Kayama, this
is a one-way mirror.
Nobody can see you
from the other side.
Now come in, please,
and see if you can
identify any of the men.
That's him.
Miss... Oh, oh!
That's him, that's him.
He did it! Shhh.
Easy, easy, easy.
Which one?
Which one?
Fourth one from
the left. He did it.
Easy. Are you sure?
Yes, I am.
Okay, two out of
three. Book him.
I'll tell you what
worries me, Steve.
Listen to this. This is
the bartender's statement.
Uh, I'm quoting:
"I seen the young
lady take a swing
"at the skinhead with her bag,
"letting him have
it right in the face.
"He grabs her and
starts shaking her.
"I call the boss.
"He was just on his
way to break it up
"when this customer
gets in there
"and says something to
the skinhead that stops him.
"The young lady goes out,
"and a little later
the skinhead follows.
"That's all I seen,
on account of the boss tells
me to get back to work," unquote.
Well...
What worries you about that?
Well, the boss says
it never happened.
He didn't see the skinhead,
he didn't see the girl,
he didn't see the customer,
he didn't see anything.
One of 'em's lying. Yeah.
Well, I think it was the boss.
The girl positively
identified Kenner.
We have the shirt, the
shoes, the hairs from his chest,
blood type matches.
Steve, you can't convict with
three hairs off somebody's chest
and a blood type that's found
in 45 percent of
all Anglo-Saxons.
And as far as the shoes
and the shirt are concerned,
all that does is
prove he was there.
We have to prove
criminal assault, Steve,
and I need that other
customer to do it.
Why? I don't understand that.
If he talked to Kenner,
I wanna know what it
is that he talked about.
I have to be able to
prove intent, Steve.
I wanna be able to
prove that Kenner
made advances to the girl,
and that he grew enraged
when she refused them.
That's the kind of
groundwork I gotta have.
You find me that other customer,
and I'll hand you the
conviction on a tray.
You shine up that tray, John.
I don't care what
the guy said I saw.
I... I know better than him.
How could he tell what I saw?
In his signed statement,
your bartender said that
he pointed them out to you.
That you saw them struggling
and you were about to intervene
when another
customer broke it up.
Are you denying that?
Hey, some guys
will sign anything.
You know, if you
wanna know what I think,
the guy was drinking.
And it wouldn't
be the first time
he was drunk on the job.
So that's why I booted him out.
You fired the guy?
I got enough to worry
about running a clean joint
without paying out my good
money to some drunken barkeep.
You know, who tells
lies about what I saw.
Yeah, I fired him.
And you're ready
to swear in court
that you didn't see anything
that he claimed you saw?
Now, look, mister,
I wanna remind you that
we're not playing games,
that a girl has been
brutally beaten and raped.
You know what they hand
you for perjury in this state?
Now, wait a second.
Just wait a second!
You'll wait a second.
I know what's going on in
that head of yours, mister.
You don't want anything
happening around this place
because it's bad for business.
You might go broke, or
lose your license, huh?
So you figure the
best thing to do is to lie.
To say it never happened,
to deny that you heard
anything or saw anything.
No, I didn't, I'm telling ya.
Yeah, well, I'm telling you.
You know what's gonna be
bad for your business? You.
You know what's gonna cause you
to lose your
license or go broke?
You.
Because I'm gonna
put a man in here,
starting tonight
and every night,
and he's gonna be
waiting and watching.
And the minute...
The minute one beer
goes across this bar
to somebody who
is one day underage,
the minute some pothead
lights up a joint in the can,
or the minute there is one fight
or some drunk
gets served a drink
when he should have
been sent home: whack!
There goes your license.
Oh, boy, you're leaning on me.
Yeah, hard, and that's
just the beginning.
Because if nothing ever happens,
when your license
comes up for renewal...
Uh, wait, wait. Wait.
Wait a minute, will you?
Okay, okay, I saw him.
Yeah? It was just
like the creep said.
Only I didn't see her
hit him with her purse.
It was after that
that he called me.
And he was just
shaking her, you know,
and saying things to her,
and I was just on my way
over to throw 'em both out
when this other guy
comes over to 'em.
And I didn't hear what he said,
but the skinhead
lets go of the chick,
and the chick splits.
And then the skinhead
goes out after her.
So I figured, "Well,
they're both out," you know,
and that's all I wanted, so
I went back to tending bar.
What did the other guy look
like? Can you describe him?
Pfft. Just another customer.
You know, who looks at faces?
He came back to the
bar and bought a beer.
Well was he tall, short,
oriental, Caucasian?
What was the color of his hair?
You must have seen something.
No, I'm... I'm
telling you, I never...
Wait a minute. Yeah.
Yeah, he had, uh,
"Chris" on his shirt.
Chris?
Yeah, right over here,
over the pocket here.
You know, it was written
in thread like handwriting.
Uh, the way guys have it
in gas stations, you know?
You know, it's
amazing, isn't it,
how much a guy with a
bad memory can remember?
Chin, crank up the computer.
I wanna find a gas-station
attendant named Chris.
No last name?
McGARRETT: That's
why we need the computer.
Well, there are nine of them
working in the filling
stations on the islands, Steve.
One apiece on Kauai
and Maui, one on Hawaii.
The rest, there's six on Oahu:
two at Pearl City,
one at Waipahu...
Chin, please, are
there any of them
that are working
anywhere near that bar?
Yeah, Chris Chase.
He works for Big
Harry's Fill 'Er Up,
half a mile from the
Seacomber Tavern.
Let's go.
Hey, Chris!
Someone want me? Yeah.
Are you Chris Chase?
McGarrett, Five-0.
What did I do?
How old are you, Chris?
Seventeen and a half.
What did I do?
Well, for one thing, we
have reason to believe
you were drinking at
the Seacomber Bar,
and you're underage. When?
I-I've never been in there.
According to the proprietor,
you might have been there
last Monday night about 11.
He remembers somebody
with that name on a shirt.
But I was never there.
I've never been there my...
What is it? When
did you say it was?
McGARRETT: Last
Monday night, about 11.
Luke.
Who's Luke? Luke Leonard.
He works here too. He
went off shift at 10:30.
How does Luke fit in?
He borrowed a
clean shirt from me.
His was all dirty,
and he said he felt like
going out on the make
and he needed a clean shirt.
Do you know where Luke lives?
No, but he comes to work at 5.
Thanks.
Chris, if you see Luke before
we do, you haven't seen us.
You understand? Yes, sir.
Mitchell Kenner,
you have asked the
court to appoint counsel,
and the court has
directed Mr. Arthur Tosaki
to act on your behalf.
Are you satisfied? Yes, sir.
Any objections, Mr. Manicote?
None, Your Honor.
Your Honor, my client,
after a thorough examination
of the conceivably highly
emotional aspects of this case,
and upon my advice, asks
to be tried without a jury.
Granted. Bail is set at $10,000.
Both counsel will be
advised of the trial date
after I have examined
the calendar.
Steve, we just picked him up.
He's out in the
corridor with Danny.
Good. Thank you, Kono.
Mr. McGarrett.
Mr. McGarrett, do I
look like the kind of guy
that has to knock a chick
down to get her attention?
Man, I gotta fight 'em off.
Real swinger, huh?
Is that how you got those
scratches, fighting one off?
I told you how I got 'em.
Anyway, what are
you so upset about?
I mean, she's not even white.
Kono, just calm down
there. You're a cop.
Act like one.
Lots of luck with
your client, Mr. Tosaki.
You're defending a real doll.
Steve, this is Luke Leonard.
Mr. Leonard, have
you been apprised
of your constitutional
rights? Yes, sir.
That guy with McGarrett,
the one in the gray slacks,
he can alibi me.
Who is he?
I don't know his name.
But he was at that
place that night.
We had a beer together.
He knows what happened.
Well, I'll find out from
McGarrett who he is.
Defense has every
right to that information.
Yeah.
Yeah, you find out who he is.
And where he lives.
Hi, buddy.
What do you want?
You went to the cops. I saw you.
No, they came to get me.
I, uh... I didn't go to them.
You think I'd go to the cops?
I don't know what you'd do, pal.
I don't know what you'd do.
What did they ask you, the cops?
They just wanted to
know what I saw that night.
What did you see, pal?
Listen, Kenner,
or whatever your name is, um...
I don't wanna cause
nobody any trouble.
That's real kind of you.
I appreciate it.
Now, maybe you'll do
me a favor, a real big favor.
Yeah, I'll do anything you want.
I figured you would.
I figured you for a real pal
the moment I laid eyes on you.
Well, what do you want me to do?
When they call you up
on the witness stand...
in the trial,
I want you to say exactly
what I'm gonna tell you
to say right now.
Well, listen, if you're
gonna try to get me
to say something that, uh...
I mean, they got a thing that
they call perjury, you know?
They got a thing
called dead too!
And that's a lot worse
than perjury, buddy.
That's what you're gonna be
if you don't do
what I tell you to do.
'Cause you don't do
what I tell you to do,
I'll kill ya.
Just like this.
And he kept hitting
at me and hitting at me
and calling me
names, awful names.
And he kept saying thing like:
"You're messing around
with a man, a real man."
I fought until I
was unconscious.
Thank you. No further questions.
Mr. Tosaki.
Miss Kayama, in the
testimony just before,
you say that the defendant
struck you repeatedly
and called you names
and extolled his own virility,
and then finally rendered
you unconscious.
Is that correct? Yes, sir.
But you failed to mention
at what time the defendant
allegedly committed these acts
for which he now stands trial.
How could I know?
I was unconscious.
Then you cannot actually swear
that the alleged
act took place at all.
Objection, Your Honor.
The medical testimony
has already been offered
that the act in
fact did take place.
Your Honor, a medical
testimony has merely asserted
that an act of
intimacy took place.
And it in no way...
And I assert, in
no way does it state
that the act of
physical intimacy
took place forcibly.
Your Honor, the victim
was beaten senseless.
That's already been established.
It has not been
established, Your Honor,
that the severe beating
took place before
or after this act of
physical intimacy.
Overruled.
Go on, please, Mr. Tosaki.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Miss Kayama,
might it not have been possible
that you may have
somehow managed
to alter the sequence of events?
In other words, young
lady, is it not conceivable
that this act of intimacy
between you and the defendant
did not take place
following the alleged beating,
but before it?
Is it not conceivable
that an altercation
developed afterwards,
from which this alleged
beating occurred?
That's not true.
It is not? Ha. I see.
Miss Kayama,
this young man that
you are now going with,
have you enjoyed a
physical relationship with him
since your acquaintance?
Yes.
And, uh, prior to taking
up with this young man,
have you enjoyed
similar relationships
with other young men?
Objection, Your Honor.
Your Honor, this information
is very vital to my case
if we are to get to the
facts of what has happened.
I'll allow you to proceed,
but the court wants you
to know you're on thin ice.
Thank you, Your Honor. Thank
you very much, Your Honor.
Young lady, I repeat:
prior to taking up with
your present boyfriend,
have you engaged
in similar relations
with other young men?
Yes.
Excuse me,
I don't think that the court
quite heard your answer.
Yes.
And yet you insist
that this act of intimacy,
which in the past has
occurred apparently voluntarily,
uh, with a few
different young men,
in this particular
case occurred forcibly,
against your will,
and only after you had
been rendered insensible?
But it is true!
Why were you so particular
in this instance, Miss Kayama?
Objection, Your
Honor. Withdrawn.
While you were
present at this tavern
on the night that Miss
Kayama was assaulted,
did you engage the
defendant in conversation?
I said hi, something
like that. So did he.
It's, uh, kind of a noisy place.
They got a big jukebox there,
so, uh, it's not a place
where you talk a lot.
Well, you, uh...? You
exchanged greetings, then, hm?
Yeah. You could say.
And while you were there,
Miss Nora Kayama came in.
Is that right? LUKE: I guess so.
I mean, uh, the
first I noticed her
was when this guy,
Kenner, took a bead on her.
What?
I said, the first
time I noticed her
was when this Kenner
guy took a bead on her.
He became interested
in her, is that right?
Yeah, yeah, he
became interested.
He became real interested.
He became real
interested in her?
And in...? In what way did he
become real interested in her?
What...? Yes?
Uh, excuse me, Your Honor,
may I seek the court's
indulgence for one minute?
It concerns the
testimony of this witness.
Very well, Mr. Manicote.
One minute.
The witness will remain seated.
Thank you, Your Honor.
What is it, Steve?
We just got a call
from the manager
of Luke's apartment house.
She saw Kenner's
picture in the paper today.
She's willing to
swear that the soldier
definitely paid Luke a visit
the day after the arraignment.
Heh. Thanks.
Well, thank you, Your Honor.
Mr. Leonard,
is it true that prior to
the start of this trial,
the defendant visited you?
Hm?
Your Honor, would
you instruct the witness
to answer the question?
The witness will
answer the question.
I... I didn't hear it.
Oh, I said, Mr. Leonard,
that prior to the
start of this trial,
did this defendant,
Mitch Kenner, visit you?
Yes, he did.
What was the
purpose of that visit?
Um, he told me that,
uh, he wanted to know
about what I was
gonna say to the cops
and what I was gonna say here.
- Well, what did you tell him?
- I told him... I told him.
I said, uh, y-you know,
when you go to court,
you gotta tell the
truth, or it's perjury.
Yes, and what was his reply?
Well, he said...
He said if I didn't
say what he...
What he wanted
me to say, that, uh...
Uh, perjury isn't gonna make any
difference 'cause he was gonna...
Uh, I'd be dead. He was gonna
kill me. That's what he said.
What was it that he
wanted you to say in court?
He's... Look at him. Look, h...
He's gonna kill me right now.
Take a look at him!
I guarantee you full
protection, Mr. Leonard.
Do not be frightened,
and do not be intimidated.
Tell this court exactly what
happened in that tavern,
and tell the truth.
Okay.
Uh...
He followed her out
into the parking lot.
And I finished
my beer and I left,
and I went out into the
parking lot, and there he was.
- Where was he?
- Across the parking lot.
And, uh, he had his
back to me, and, um...
And then he turned and
he stared at me, and, uh...
Well, he was all bloodied up.
He had blood on his
chest and on his face.
All right, what did you do then?
Um...
Well, I... The way he
was staring at me, I-I split.
I got out of there. I
jumped in my car and lit out.
All right, before
you lit out of there,
did you see anybody at all,
Mr. Leonard? Anyone else?
Yeah, there was, uh,
the local chick that he
followed out of the bar
into the parking lot.
Saw her where?
She was lying on the grass.
And she... With
ripped clothes and...
And she was all bloodied
up and unconscious.
Yes, thank you, Mr. Leonard.
He just buried me, didn't he?
No, you just buried yourself.
Meaning something
bothers you, huh?
Yeah, and he's
called Luke Leonard.
I know his kind,
Chin. He's a weasel.
Perjury's his middle name.
He spends half his
life running scared,
yet he sat up there
on that witness stand
and he gave a testimony that
he knew would hang Kenner.
He might have thought
that he'd be safe
with Kenner behind bars.
But Kenner's not behind bars.
He's out now on
bail pending appeal.
Where would you be
right now if you were Luke?
Waiting at the airport for
the next flight out anywhere.
Well, he isn't.
I've got a tail on him. Why?
Because I figure
he's a marked man.
Uh-huh. Kenner wouldn't be
dumb enough to go after him.
Oh, anyone so desperate
that he would suborn a witness
is gonna go looking for that
witness if he's double-crossed.
But he's not. He's not looking.
And Luke is not running.
And one more thing.
Supposing you're Kenner,
and you've just been
convicted of rape,
what would you be doing?
I'd be hiding.
Well, he's not. Danno's
been out at Schofield.
Kenner is calm and smirking,
acting like he just
won the pushup contest
at Muscle Beach.
No. Tsk.
I'm getting some
strange vibes, Chin.
Let's have another
look at his record, huh?
Well, we've checked it
backwards, forwards
and sideways, Steve.
Well, then let's check it
upward and downward,
because something is missing.
"Army service record:
Kenner, Mitchell M.
Three-year hitch, served
in Vietnam. Decorated."
Huh.
"Completed hitch, discharged
Fort MacArthur, California,
"March 24th, 1969.
Re-enlisted
September 19th, 1970."
Nothing missing there, Steve.
Yes, there is.
Out 18 months.
Discharged March of '69,
back in September of '70. Why?
This isn't a career
soldier, Chin.
Never even put in
for a commission.
Three years in Vietnam,
then re-enlists. How come?
Well, maybe he couldn't
make it as a civilian.
If that's the reason,
I wanna know why.
I wanna know what he
did with those 18 months
he was on the outside.
How do you trace a soldier
when he's not in the Army?
Well, one good
way is to find out
where he sends his
money when he is.
Three, four. Hut! Stand
down, stand down.
Hut, two, three, four.
Pick up the step, pick it up.
That's it, Steve. No
insurance and no allotments.
He collects all the pay himself.
Anybody know
what he does with it?
One thing he doesn't do
is spend a penny on a pal.
I asked around the barracks.
His fists are
tight as his scalp.
That's what they
say about Kenner.
Chin, what have you got?
I haven't been able to find
an account in his name at, uh,
any of the banks I covered.
Well, he must do
something with his money.
McGarrett.
Steve, I may have something.
Kenner's got a personal
checking account
at the, uh, Bank of
Oahu Pearl City branch.
He sends a $50 check each
month to a Thomas Camden-Smith.
That's hyphenated. What city?
The endorsement reads:
"Central Clearinghouse,
Toronto, Canada."
Thank you very much, sir.
You've been a great help to us.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Goodbye.
Danno, you struck gold.
The man with the hyphen in
his name is Dr. Camden-Smith.
He's head of the
Urological Department
of Toronto Memorial Hospital.
Now listen to this.
Between January
and June of 1970,
he performed four
operations on Mitch Kenner.
What for?
Well, I've had some weird ones.
In August of 1969 in
Rochester, New York,
while thoroughly juiced,
Kenner slammed his car
into a thruway overpass
at about 90 miles an hour.
He fractured his pelvis,
and he ruptured
his posterior urethra.
He spent three months
in a Rochester hospital,
Rochester Central.
The pelvic fracture
knitted properly,
and the urethra was
surgically repaired.
But in the accident,
Mitch Kenner suffered
irreparable perineal
nerve damage,
resulting in impotence.
Impotence.
Dr. Camden-Smith of Toronto
is an expert in the
reversal of the condition
and the restoration of potency.
He's also expensive.
Mitch Kenner has
been paying ever since
for the four operations.
You mean he's still impotent?
Totally and permanently.
What about the girl? The
doc said, "No question."
Kenner did not commit any rape.
He couldn't have.
It's impossible.
Come on, Danno.
We've got work to do.
The shirt he borrowed?
No, he didn't
give it back to me.
What did he do with
it? Do you know?
Yeah, he said he got it dirty
and he put it in the hamper.
They pick up on Tuesdays.
It should be back
by now, shouldn't it?
Yeah, sure, I guess so,
but I'd never thought about it.
How many shirts do you
have with your name on 'em?
Four. You have one on.
Is there one in the
laundry now? Yeah.
So that means there
should be two in the station.
Let's go and see.
There's only one.
Won't they ever learn
it's hard to burn buttons?
Pick him up, Danno.
It's bull, I tell
you. It's bull.
So it's a bunch of buttons.
So, what's a button?
This is a button, buddy boy.
And this is a button.
You notice the similarity?
There are hundreds
of buttons like that.
Every guy that
works in a gas station.
I'm only interested in
the three that we found
in the incinerator of
your apartment house.
Now, nobody else who lives
there works in a gas station.
You burned the shirt, Luke.
Why? Did it have blood on it?
This is a frame. It's a
frame, and I can prove it.
You put those in there yourself,
so you could pin it on me.
So you could make it look like
it wasn't some big, swell,
great-guy American soldier
who did it, but just some
guy from a gas station.
Well, you blew it, fellas.
How'd we do that, Luke?
Look at my shirt. Look at it.
Heh-heh! Four buttons, right?
Where's the other one, huh?
You burned some buttons,
but you didn't look to see
how many were on my shirt,
you stupid cops.
Jenny, is Kono back yet?
Ask him to come
in, will you, please?
You were right, Steve. We
searched the place again.
We found this button
under an inch of dirt.
McGARRETT: Three... and one.
What about it, Luke?
Let me out. Let me out!
Let me out!
Let me out.
That's not polite.
Let me out.
You wanna make
a statement, Luke?
You raped that girl, didn't you?
After Mitch Kenner
beat her senseless.
I'm sick.
Oh, are you ever.
Get him out of here.
Chris.
Thanks. We can have Jenny
sew it on for you if you wish.
That's okay. My
mother will do it for me.
McGARRETT: Okay, Kenner.
The verdict will be set
aside by Judge Kalehei.
You will be re-indicted
on a lesser charge
of aggravated assault.
Do you understand? Yes, sir.
Did you know that Luke
raped Nora Kayama
after you had beaten
her unconscious
and left her there?
No, I didn't know it until
I read it in the paper.
I only knew that
I hadn't done it.
But yet you went to Luke anyway,
and you threatened to kill him
unless he got up on that stand
and swore that he
practically saw you rape her.
Yes, sir.
I said I'd do it. Why?
Why...? Why would
you wanna risk 25 years
for something you hadn't done?
What's 25 years?
I'd risk 50 years
to keep the guys in the
outfit from finding out that I...
I wasn't a man anymore.
A man?
Do you know the
meaning of that word?
You haven't got
a clue, have you?
You don't have a clue.