Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 4, Episode 22 - Didn't We Meet at a Murder? - full transcript
Three seemingly ordinary people are recruited to make a hit on a mob boss from Chicago visiting Hawaii. The hit is done with precision. The killers are equipped with firearms with plastic ...
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Cotton chenille,
braid, synthetics.
This is our biggest seller.
Virtually guaranteed for life.
And this, Mr. Brown,
is guaranteed for death.
These are the people
you'll be working with,
and they'll be there
when you arrive.
Who are they?
You don't know, you
don't need to know,
and you're not going to know.
Each one will be instructed
and equipped, like you.
( dramatic theme playing)
First class, round-trip,
Honolulu to Los Angeles.
You'll leave tomorrow.
And yet you'll be back
by Friday afternoon.
All right.
One more thing, Mrs. Soames,
take a look at that
face, a good look.
You'll have to remember it.
Who is that grim Neanderthal?
That grim Neanderthal is
the man you're gonna kill.
( dramatic theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Martin Mauritany, big
syndicate man from Chicago.
Track record in gambling,
narcotics and extortion.
Now headed for Honolulu.
With bodyguards.
Chin, why? Why?
Guy like Mauritany
wings here with muscle,
gotta be bad news.
For whom?
Kono, run down to Hotel
and Maunakea Street.
Put your ear to the
coconut wireless.
See if you can
pick up any static.
Chin, check the
airlines, big hotels.
See if anyone else in
Mauritany's league is headed in.
You figure a syndicate meet?
Could be.
He's due to arrive
at 1:30, Danno.
Let's, uh, run
out to the airport.
The man comes to Hawaii,
he should have a
welcoming committee.
Would you care for
some fruit or cheese?
Would you care for
some fruit or cheese?
There's something
wrong with my headset.
I dial Streisand
and I get Stravinsky.
That would be your
channel selector.
I'll get somebody to help you.
You, miss.
I paid for this seat
to keep it empty.
I like a lot of room.
Barbara Streisand,
nobody like her.
(humming)
SOAMES: Well, then after
that nightmare at St. Tropez,
we got to our so-called
charming cottage in Nice.
Well, did you ever try
spreading a beach blanket
over sharp, pointed rocks?
Oh.
Never again.
Here's to being
home in Honolulu.
(chuckles)
This is first time for me.
Chicago.
I know who you are, Marty.
Yeah?
Mm-hm.
How long you gonna be in Hawaii?
Couple of days.
That's a pity.
You'll hardly have
time to see anything.
You could show me.
I don't think I could
show you a thing.
Come on. Let's try it out.
Come to my place after
the landing for a drink.
What about your, uh,
business associates?
My business assoc...?
Oh, don't worry about them.
They're gonna find a
lot of museums to go to.
(laughing)
( upbeat theme playing)
Hold it. Five-0.
What is this?
McGarrett. Hawaii Five-0.
Well, you've got no
right to do this thing.
I'm here on legitimate business.
We know all about your
legitimate businesses, Marty.
What are you doing in Honolulu?
Taking over local racket?
Meeting with the boys
from New York, Miami?
What's going on, Marty?
Now, look, McGarrett,
you have a subpoena,
you lay it right here.
If not, get out.
All right, now,
hear this, mister.
You can stay in Hawaii.
But one slip, one shtick,
and you're going to
feel like Kilauea went off,
right under those
60-dollar shoes.
That's a volcano.
You got the message?
Something new? Liquor for lunch?
I don't know, I
think maybe I've got
a little cold coming on.
Well, I'd better get
to those service calls.
I may be home a little
late tonight, honey.
You lock up, okay?
I'll eat something out.
How come?
Well, there's a reserve
officers' meeting at the armory,
and you know how
those guys love to talk.
Clem, is something wrong?
No. Nothing's wrong.
Miss Campion, I'm going
home early this evening.
Judge Hobart calls, tell
him I'll be back after 7.
Good night, Mr. Wellman.
Good night, Miss Campion.
I wouldn't dream
of renting a house
anywhere outside of Belgravia.
Of course, you
might go to Chelsea
or Hampstead for atmosphere,
but I wouldn't wanna live there.
Where do you stay when
you're in London, Marty?
Well, I'll tell you the truth, I
don't hit that town too much.
It's mostly New
York, Vegas, Miami...
(mid-pitched tone sounds)
Hey, will you knock
off with the noise?
Be finished in
just a minute, sir.
TV, I need it like
a hole in the head.
(buzz)
Now what?
Would you like me to
get you an hors d'oeuvre?
Uh, yeah.
Mr. Mauritany? Yeah.
Frank Wellman,
Honolulu Business Council.
Wellman... Oh, yeah, come on in,
you're the fellow that
sent over the, uh...
Just a small gesture.
Small? Come on,
that's good champagne.
I got a cocktail
lounge in East Cicero,
gets two bucks a
shot for that stuff.
So how come you're so
good to me, Mr. Wellman?
Pâté or caviar, Marty?
Oh, some of that liver
stuff... I don't know, anything.
We welcome all businessmen
setting up shop in Honolulu.
I understand you're
buying some property here.
Yeah. So, what's that?
One of each, all right?
Yeah, anything.
We have contacts with
people you'll be dealing with.
Banks, government agencies.
TV set's fixed.
We can save you
a lot of trouble.
So shut it off.
But it will cost me, right?
One pâté, one black caviar.
I want the tubes to warm up.
Our service costs
nothing at all.
Or would you
rather have the red?
Warm up for what?
We're here to help
the businessman.
I wanna be sure it
was just the horizontal.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Ah.
( dramatic theme playing)
How many? Caught
three in the chest.
Close range.
Found a couple of hors
d'oeuvres on the floor.
I guess he never had
a chance to eat them.
What time?
Doc estimates time of death
between 5 and 8 last night.
Uh, he may be able to
sharpen that after the autopsy.
Booze and the hors d'oeuvres
were delivered at 5 p.m.
A maid found the body this
morning at a quarter to 10.
Chin, anybody hear anything?
Negative.
No one saw, no one
heard. Not even next door.
Silencer.
Yeah, strictly pro all the way.
What about his bodyguards?
Nowhere in sight.
But we have an
APB out on them now.
I must be living right.
Got an easy one for a change.
Fingerprints?
Right, four sets.
Nothing light, nothing smudged.
They could all win
picture contests.
It doesn't figure.
Not with a hit like this.
Hot lead.
Three people stopped by to
see him between 5 and 5:30.
All were announced
by the front desk.
Like I said, an easy
one for a change.
Pick 'em up, Kono.
Danno, I want a background
report on each, the book.
Murdered?
Between 5 and 8:00.
You were there during
that time, Mr. Wellman.
Well, part of the time.
What were you doing?
I was fixing his TV set. I
got a contract with the hotel.
When did you find
out his set was broken?
Well, before he checked in.
That's hotel policy.
It's our policy to welcome
all new businessmen
setting up shop in Hawaii.
I found out his set
needed a new capacitor,
and I didn't have the right one,
so I had to go back to the shop.
Time I got back, he was
there with his lady friend.
That would be Mrs. Soames?
We were never
actually introduced.
Attractive woman,
oh, I'd say about 40.
Beautifully dressed.
Then this guy from the
Business Council came in.
He was sort of a one-man
welcoming committee.
Red carpet stuff.
Did you know that, uh, Mauritany
was a hood from Chicago?
No, I didn't.
Where'd you get his name?
Well, the Real Estate Board.
They send us lists periodically.
Mauritany was here to buy
some property in Honolulu.
And you didn't know
Mauritany at all?
Never met him?
No, sir.
How did you know
where to find him?
Hotel, time of
arrival and so forth?
All that from the
Real Estate Board.
Who left the room first?
I did.
TV man left first.
What time was that?
Around 5:15.
Twenty minutes after, I
suppose. Something like that.
I left when the lady did.
Anyone see you leave the hotel?
Yeah. Yeah, Henry
Blake, the garage attendant.
I don't know if anyone
saw us leave or not.
Two people who know you
say they saw you leaving
through the hotel
lobby with Mrs. Soames,
about the same
time you said you did.
Excuse me.
(door opens)
Well?
When he got to the room,
Mauritany and Mrs.
Soames were there.
Then your guy showed up.
Clem was the first one to
leave, according to Clem.
Well, it checks out with
my guy a hundred percent.
What do we do?
Keep them both here
till I talk to the woman.
It shouldn't be long.
Kono's picking her up right now.
Ballistics ready in the lab.
Give them something to read.
What? The new pension plan?
CHE: Three bullets, 9 mm, short.
And get this, no ballistic
markings on any of them.
Well, how come?
I've seen it once before.
They scrape the bowl with
a high-speed reaming tool.
Removes all the
lands and grooves.
It's strictly for close-hit
work. No range.
Strictly a professional
killer's m.o.
Well, that lets our
three suspects out.
It looks that way, doesn't it?
Steve, I got a tough one.
Yeah? What is it?
I went to pick up Mrs.
Soames. She's a widow.
Lives out in Kahala.
Real fancy place.
Are you ready for
this? She won't come in.
She won't come in?
She says she's
got a social to go to.
Says you'll have
to wait till tomorrow.
And you settled for that?
Come on, Chin. Let's go.
They wanna see me now?
That's a bore.
Honey, do me up, will you?
Sure.
Wana, why don't you ask
Jason to fix me a drink, huh?
Mr. McGarrett, this
is an awkward time.
We're on our way to
the, uh, Fitzgeralds' luau
for the senator.
And while I don't mind
being fashionably late, I...
Mrs. Soames, either
you'll talk to us now,
or we'll take you in
as a material witness.
Which will it be?
You're very persuasive.
All right, give me your
famous third degree.
You were in Mauritany's
hotel room last night?
Yes, for 15 boring minutes.
Where'd you meet him?
On the plane coming in from L.A.
What were you
doing in Los Angeles?
I went to see a film producer
about launching Rick's career.
Whose idea was the drink
in the hotel, his or yours?
Well, when you have two
experienced teams in the field,
they, uh, both generally
think they're scoring.
Did you know he was a mobster?
Doesn't everybody?
And yet you went
to his hotel room?
I am a big girl, in case
if you hadn't noticed.
I noticed you didn't stay long.
No, there were too many people.
It was like an old
Marx Brothers movie.
I left when the others did.
Same time? Mm.
Oh, the repairman went first,
and then the banker fellow,
Wellman, I think his name was.
I assure you, we all
went our separate ways.
And I, uh, think that
would be a good idea
for you and me right about now.
Ciao.
The story confirms three-way.
Yeah. What do we do now?
Tell Danno to let
Brown and Wellman go.
( mysterious theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
All three confirmed alibis.
In other words, gentlemen,
we're batting zero.
Zero minus two.
Mauritany's two bodyguards
were picked up last night
at the Wiki-Wiki Bar
on Kulamanu street.
They were there from 4:30 to 8.
Absolutely confirmed
by a dozen witnesses.
(phone ringing)
McGarrett.
Yeah, Joe. Yeah.
Yeah, thank you.
That's exactly what
I wanted to know.
Joe Lamont, Real Estate Board.
I asked him to find
out what property
Mauritany came here to buy.
It's a factory building,
Sheridan near Piikoi.
Let's take a look, Chin.
( ominous theme playing)
Oh, hi, Bonnie.
Thanks for letting me sleep.
You said you were tired.
I'm tired of a lot of things.
Bonnie.
Bonnie.
Now, what's the matter, huh?
You figure it out.
Bonnie, now, I'm
asking you questions,
don't give me riddles.
Okay, straight talk.
If I catch you with
that blond again,
you can go back to being
the handsomest
towel boy in Waikiki.
Now, she walked up to
me. Can I control that?
You better start
controlling something.
Bonnie.
Look, I've had it.
The silk suits, the imported
shirts, the 20-dollar ties...
Okay, okay.
Now, what's really
bugging you, huh?
Was it those two
guys last night?
Well, who were they?
They were cops.
Hey, it wasn't about...
No, it wasn't about.
I paid to get you
out of that one,
and don't you ever forget it.
Bonnie, you paid to get
us both out of that one.
You, kiddo, you.
Now, I don't have
to take that from you.
I'm not your slave.
Now, you can take your
shirts, your suits and your ties.
You can find yourself
another towel boy.
( upbeat theme playing)
We're not a big company,
but we deal in quality only.
Luckily, people appreciate that,
and just about beat
a path to our door.
You lease this
building, Mr. Chang?
Yes.
Last month, the owner
of the building died,
and, uh, it was put up
for sale by the estate.
Correct.
You, uh, bid on the
building yourself,
but you were outbid by a
man by the name of Mauritany.
Oh, yes, uh, the man who
was so brutally murdered.
Yeah.
Now, I understand he bid
a pretty good price on it.
Have you any idea why
he wanted the building?
No idea, Mr. McGarrett.
It's not worth very much.
As a matter of fact,
we've withdrawn our bid.
And we expect to
move to new quarters.
I see. Do you mind
if we look around?
Oh, it would be my
pleasure to escort you.
This, of course,
is our salesroom,
where people come
to look at samples
and, hopefully, place orders.
This way, please.
This is our sales office.
Shipping room, storage
and miscellaneous.
This, Mr. McGarrett,
is our main workroom.
It's a, uh, total
operation, Mr. McGarrett.
As we say in our
little brochure,
we handle your every
whim from wall to wall.
Where does this lead to?
That leads to the basement.
May we take a look? Of course.
This way, please.
I must apologize for
all this dirt and dust.
This basement is
no longer in use.
As you can see,
there's nothing here
but bits and pieces
of discarded junk.
Yes, I see,
Mr. Chang. Thank you.
Hello, Charlie.
What do you want, McGarrett?
I didn't know you were out.
If you're trying
to get me fired,
you're wasting your time.
They know all about
my record here.
They believe in giving
people a chance.
So do I, Charlie. So do I.
DANNO: "Charlie Saunders.
"Ex-warrant officer,
military intelligence.
"Ex-private detective.
"Convicted two
years ago of bribery
"and conspiracy
to obstruct justice.
"Sentenced three
years, state pen.
Released after 18
months on good behavior."
Didn't you work on
that case, Steve?
Worked on it, slept
on it, put him away.
So you figure there's
some connection.
His working down there,
and the mob guy getting killed?
Charlie's strictly a loner.
Never worked with
anyone in his life.
Could be that Chinese
guy's fronting for him.
And both tied in
with the murder?
Yeah, but what's the
link? What's the link?
See what you can
dig up on Mr. Chang.
And I want a surveillance
of that carpet company
24 hours a day.
I wanna know who
goes in, who goes out.
Time of every
delivery and shipment,
license number of
every vehicle that moves.
TV repair.
Where's your TV?
This isn't work, Clem.
It's a favor for a friend.
I thought we were
finished, "friend."
One is never finished
with murder, Clem.
It's a subject that
never bores the police.
Where are you, Danno?
On my way to relieve Chin.
Be there in five minutes. Okay.
Chin, do you read me?
Loud and clear.
What have you got?
Heh. I got a graveyard, brother.
Nothing's happening here.
The place is dead.
Well, at least, you've
got an ocean breeze.
Yeah. Hold it.
Graveyard coming to life.
I think I know this haole.
Can you identify him?
Hang on.
Steve, we've got our
link: Frank Wellman.
Somebody just handed him
something through the door,
an envelope.
Okay, you stay there
and keep your eyes open.
Danno, you head
for Wellman's house.
He lives at, uh,
1561 Kanunu Street.
You got that? Got it.
I want Wellman picked up
and I want that envelope.
Central, Chin Ho
Kelly. Five-0, red alert.
Intercept blue Mercedes
Benz, license number 5J5298.
Repeat, license number J5298.
Frank Wellman,
wanted for questioning.
Last seen headed
Ever on Sheridan Street.
(tires screech)
Five-0, Mr. Wellman.
Out of the car, please.
What's this all about?
Can I have that envelope?
You got a warrant?
If you want a warrant,
I'll get you one.
No warrant, no search.
Up against the car,
hands on the hood.
Why am I being arrested?
How about withholding
evidence on a felony?
Come on.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Williams to Central. Urgent.
Ten-fifteen, 10-15.
1561 Kanunu Street.
(screaming)
(sighs)
Oh, my God.
( tense theme playing)
( siren wails)
How do you figure it, Steve?
Rich, successful man about town.
Everything to live for. Why?
Answer's right there, Danno,
staring at you from the wall.
These, uh, beautiful
friends of Wellman's?
They're men.
Clem.
I'm your wife.
I have a right to know.
(sighs)
Doris.
Yes?
There was something
that happened in the war.
Something I never
told you about.
The first day in
combat, I panicked.
Ran away.
The killing.
The butchery.
The sergeant saw me running
and chased me to a farmhouse.
He was gonna
shoot me on the spot.
Then a mortar shell hit,
and he was wounded.
He was crying for help.
And I left him there to die.
Then I went back to my outfit.
I didn't think anyone
knew... till a few weeks ago.
Somebody knows.
They know everything.
They promised they'd keep
it quiet if I did them a favor.
I did it.
I thought I was finished.
Now they want something else.
But they can't make you do it.
You're out of the Army now.
I'm in the Reserves.
I could still be
court-martialed.
When does it end?
What do I do?
Clem, you've got
a family to protect.
You've got us to protect.
Do what they want you to do.
Frank Wellman,
homosexual, transvestite.
Classic subject for blackmail.
Maybe all the other
subjects too, huh?
Yeah, maybe.
Three people with
something to hide.
And who better to
dig out the dirty linen
than Charlie Saunders,
ex-private eye?
Yeah.
Try this on for size, gentlemen.
Suppose, just suppose,
that Charlie Saunders and
this Chinese guy with glasses
are tied together
in some racket.
Now, Mauritany
wants to take it over.
So they decide to
have him knocked off.
They blackmail three
people into killing him.
( ominous theme playing)
Pick it apart.
First pick, if they were gonna
knock off a syndicate man,
why not hire professional guns?
Why amateurs?
The syndicate man
and his bodyguard
could spot a professional
hit man a mile away.
An amateur has a
much better chance.
Okay, why three
amateurs instead of one?
They alibi each other.
Right. Worked out
to the last detail.
But why did Charlie
and the Chinese guy
wanna knock off
that syndicate cat?
What's the racket
they're trying to protect?
Good question, Kono.
Everything we saw down at
that plant seemed straight enough.
Maybe there's something's
special about the building.
Mauritany tried to buy
it out from under them.
Yeah, maybe.
Call the county clerk.
See if the plans for
that building are on file.
If they are, get them up here,
along with the county engineer.
Chin, back to
the carpet factory.
Okay. Kono.
Clem Brown, Bonnie Soames
and her boyfriend. Dig deeper.
If our blackmail theory is
right, what are they hiding?
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
I've been nervous.
You were right
about the cops, Rick.
We're in even deeper now.
We can't afford any
jealousy or fighting. We...
We have to be one
mind and one body.
What happened?
A couple of weeks ago,
a man came to see me.
He knew all about the accident.
About what you did
to my husband's car.
Remember, it was
under your instructions.
He knew that too.
(chuckles)
I think I've just developed a...
A longing to visit Singapore.
You care to come along?
It's a 50-year-old
building, Steve.
Cast iron plumbing,
everything falling apart.
Forget it.
All right. What about
the land underneath?
You mean, do they have
the only oil well in Hawaii?
No, Steve. That's lava rock,
like the rest of the island.
Not worth much.
Just in from the big island.
The glamour dame's husband
was killed nearly two years ago
in an auto accident.
They had a witness
who saw someone
tampering with
her husband's car.
But he changed his story,
and the court ruled
death by accident.
Possible homicide.
And it fits in with
the blackmail theory.
Yeah. Paul, take another
look at that building.
This time, with a microscope.
There's got to be
something we've overlooked.
What about the location?
Adjacent owner
wanting to buy in,
something new or big coming in?
That neighborhood's
had it, Steve.
All the good
businesses moving out.
The furniture house, the
auto insurance company,
the bank, the discount
appliance center...
The what?
The discount appliance center.
No, before that
you said the bank.
That's right.
Well, what bank?
I was there, I
didn't see any bank.
It's not on the block, Steve.
It's around the block, just
behind the carpet company.
Behind the carpet company?
That's right, Steve.
They're back to back.
The Hawaiian Fourth Federal.
How stupid can we be?
A tunnel.
It's got to be. Look
at the location.
First step, you buy
the carpet company,
then put in your own
men and start digging.
Tunnel's half dug
when a guy named Mauritany
finds out and wants in.
He bids for the building.
Now the building
is old and run-down,
so you can't outbid him
without tipping your hand.
So you gotta make a hit.
Yeah, Charlie comes
up with three people
to pull the trigger.
People that Mauritany
would never suspect.
Fits. Yeah, it fits.
What about the tunnel?
Five-thirty. Bank is closed.
Called Central Dispatch.
I want every squad
car in the area to...
(phone rings)
McGarrett.
Steve, Chin.
A truck just pulled up at the
side of the carpet company.
Is it one of their own?
Negative.
And that's the strange
thing about it, Steve.
It's Clem Brown's
TV repair truck.
Clem Brown?
Chin, stay with
him. Don't lose him.
Get McGarrett.
He's moving out, Steve.
Which direction?
He made a right turn on
Makaloa, then Ever on Piikoi.
I'm going to switch
you over to Central.
Give them the description
and put out a red alert pickup.
Thank you. One moment, please.
(tires screech)
(sirens blare)
(honks horn)
(sirens blaring)
Okay, open up the truck.
( mysterious theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
Let's go.
Come on.
Using Clem and his truck
was a smart diversion, Charlie,
but there was a
hole in your plan.
Two first-class,
one-way to Singapore.
The name, Mrs. Soames.
Confirmed seats, 4A, 4B.
Boarding immediately, Gate 32.
Have a good trip.
( action theme playing)
McGARRETT: Mrs.
Soames. SOAMES: Yes?
You're under arrest for the
murder of Martin Mauritany.
You'll have to come
with us too, Mr. Marlow.
RICK: Me? What for?
Questioning about a car
accident two years ago.
The one in which Mrs.
Soames' husband was killed.
Let's go. We'll send
your bags home.
SOAMES: Won't
we need our clothes?
Oh, you won't need much.
You'll find that prison
denim wears like iron.
( triumphant theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Cotton chenille,
braid, synthetics.
This is our biggest seller.
Virtually guaranteed for life.
And this, Mr. Brown,
is guaranteed for death.
These are the people
you'll be working with,
and they'll be there
when you arrive.
Who are they?
You don't know, you
don't need to know,
and you're not going to know.
Each one will be instructed
and equipped, like you.
( dramatic theme playing)
First class, round-trip,
Honolulu to Los Angeles.
You'll leave tomorrow.
And yet you'll be back
by Friday afternoon.
All right.
One more thing, Mrs. Soames,
take a look at that
face, a good look.
You'll have to remember it.
Who is that grim Neanderthal?
That grim Neanderthal is
the man you're gonna kill.
( dramatic theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Martin Mauritany, big
syndicate man from Chicago.
Track record in gambling,
narcotics and extortion.
Now headed for Honolulu.
With bodyguards.
Chin, why? Why?
Guy like Mauritany
wings here with muscle,
gotta be bad news.
For whom?
Kono, run down to Hotel
and Maunakea Street.
Put your ear to the
coconut wireless.
See if you can
pick up any static.
Chin, check the
airlines, big hotels.
See if anyone else in
Mauritany's league is headed in.
You figure a syndicate meet?
Could be.
He's due to arrive
at 1:30, Danno.
Let's, uh, run
out to the airport.
The man comes to Hawaii,
he should have a
welcoming committee.
Would you care for
some fruit or cheese?
Would you care for
some fruit or cheese?
There's something
wrong with my headset.
I dial Streisand
and I get Stravinsky.
That would be your
channel selector.
I'll get somebody to help you.
You, miss.
I paid for this seat
to keep it empty.
I like a lot of room.
Barbara Streisand,
nobody like her.
(humming)
SOAMES: Well, then after
that nightmare at St. Tropez,
we got to our so-called
charming cottage in Nice.
Well, did you ever try
spreading a beach blanket
over sharp, pointed rocks?
Oh.
Never again.
Here's to being
home in Honolulu.
(chuckles)
This is first time for me.
Chicago.
I know who you are, Marty.
Yeah?
Mm-hm.
How long you gonna be in Hawaii?
Couple of days.
That's a pity.
You'll hardly have
time to see anything.
You could show me.
I don't think I could
show you a thing.
Come on. Let's try it out.
Come to my place after
the landing for a drink.
What about your, uh,
business associates?
My business assoc...?
Oh, don't worry about them.
They're gonna find a
lot of museums to go to.
(laughing)
( upbeat theme playing)
Hold it. Five-0.
What is this?
McGarrett. Hawaii Five-0.
Well, you've got no
right to do this thing.
I'm here on legitimate business.
We know all about your
legitimate businesses, Marty.
What are you doing in Honolulu?
Taking over local racket?
Meeting with the boys
from New York, Miami?
What's going on, Marty?
Now, look, McGarrett,
you have a subpoena,
you lay it right here.
If not, get out.
All right, now,
hear this, mister.
You can stay in Hawaii.
But one slip, one shtick,
and you're going to
feel like Kilauea went off,
right under those
60-dollar shoes.
That's a volcano.
You got the message?
Something new? Liquor for lunch?
I don't know, I
think maybe I've got
a little cold coming on.
Well, I'd better get
to those service calls.
I may be home a little
late tonight, honey.
You lock up, okay?
I'll eat something out.
How come?
Well, there's a reserve
officers' meeting at the armory,
and you know how
those guys love to talk.
Clem, is something wrong?
No. Nothing's wrong.
Miss Campion, I'm going
home early this evening.
Judge Hobart calls, tell
him I'll be back after 7.
Good night, Mr. Wellman.
Good night, Miss Campion.
I wouldn't dream
of renting a house
anywhere outside of Belgravia.
Of course, you
might go to Chelsea
or Hampstead for atmosphere,
but I wouldn't wanna live there.
Where do you stay when
you're in London, Marty?
Well, I'll tell you the truth, I
don't hit that town too much.
It's mostly New
York, Vegas, Miami...
(mid-pitched tone sounds)
Hey, will you knock
off with the noise?
Be finished in
just a minute, sir.
TV, I need it like
a hole in the head.
(buzz)
Now what?
Would you like me to
get you an hors d'oeuvre?
Uh, yeah.
Mr. Mauritany? Yeah.
Frank Wellman,
Honolulu Business Council.
Wellman... Oh, yeah, come on in,
you're the fellow that
sent over the, uh...
Just a small gesture.
Small? Come on,
that's good champagne.
I got a cocktail
lounge in East Cicero,
gets two bucks a
shot for that stuff.
So how come you're so
good to me, Mr. Wellman?
Pâté or caviar, Marty?
Oh, some of that liver
stuff... I don't know, anything.
We welcome all businessmen
setting up shop in Honolulu.
I understand you're
buying some property here.
Yeah. So, what's that?
One of each, all right?
Yeah, anything.
We have contacts with
people you'll be dealing with.
Banks, government agencies.
TV set's fixed.
We can save you
a lot of trouble.
So shut it off.
But it will cost me, right?
One pâté, one black caviar.
I want the tubes to warm up.
Our service costs
nothing at all.
Or would you
rather have the red?
Warm up for what?
We're here to help
the businessman.
I wanna be sure it
was just the horizontal.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Ah.
( dramatic theme playing)
How many? Caught
three in the chest.
Close range.
Found a couple of hors
d'oeuvres on the floor.
I guess he never had
a chance to eat them.
What time?
Doc estimates time of death
between 5 and 8 last night.
Uh, he may be able to
sharpen that after the autopsy.
Booze and the hors d'oeuvres
were delivered at 5 p.m.
A maid found the body this
morning at a quarter to 10.
Chin, anybody hear anything?
Negative.
No one saw, no one
heard. Not even next door.
Silencer.
Yeah, strictly pro all the way.
What about his bodyguards?
Nowhere in sight.
But we have an
APB out on them now.
I must be living right.
Got an easy one for a change.
Fingerprints?
Right, four sets.
Nothing light, nothing smudged.
They could all win
picture contests.
It doesn't figure.
Not with a hit like this.
Hot lead.
Three people stopped by to
see him between 5 and 5:30.
All were announced
by the front desk.
Like I said, an easy
one for a change.
Pick 'em up, Kono.
Danno, I want a background
report on each, the book.
Murdered?
Between 5 and 8:00.
You were there during
that time, Mr. Wellman.
Well, part of the time.
What were you doing?
I was fixing his TV set. I
got a contract with the hotel.
When did you find
out his set was broken?
Well, before he checked in.
That's hotel policy.
It's our policy to welcome
all new businessmen
setting up shop in Hawaii.
I found out his set
needed a new capacitor,
and I didn't have the right one,
so I had to go back to the shop.
Time I got back, he was
there with his lady friend.
That would be Mrs. Soames?
We were never
actually introduced.
Attractive woman,
oh, I'd say about 40.
Beautifully dressed.
Then this guy from the
Business Council came in.
He was sort of a one-man
welcoming committee.
Red carpet stuff.
Did you know that, uh, Mauritany
was a hood from Chicago?
No, I didn't.
Where'd you get his name?
Well, the Real Estate Board.
They send us lists periodically.
Mauritany was here to buy
some property in Honolulu.
And you didn't know
Mauritany at all?
Never met him?
No, sir.
How did you know
where to find him?
Hotel, time of
arrival and so forth?
All that from the
Real Estate Board.
Who left the room first?
I did.
TV man left first.
What time was that?
Around 5:15.
Twenty minutes after, I
suppose. Something like that.
I left when the lady did.
Anyone see you leave the hotel?
Yeah. Yeah, Henry
Blake, the garage attendant.
I don't know if anyone
saw us leave or not.
Two people who know you
say they saw you leaving
through the hotel
lobby with Mrs. Soames,
about the same
time you said you did.
Excuse me.
(door opens)
Well?
When he got to the room,
Mauritany and Mrs.
Soames were there.
Then your guy showed up.
Clem was the first one to
leave, according to Clem.
Well, it checks out with
my guy a hundred percent.
What do we do?
Keep them both here
till I talk to the woman.
It shouldn't be long.
Kono's picking her up right now.
Ballistics ready in the lab.
Give them something to read.
What? The new pension plan?
CHE: Three bullets, 9 mm, short.
And get this, no ballistic
markings on any of them.
Well, how come?
I've seen it once before.
They scrape the bowl with
a high-speed reaming tool.
Removes all the
lands and grooves.
It's strictly for close-hit
work. No range.
Strictly a professional
killer's m.o.
Well, that lets our
three suspects out.
It looks that way, doesn't it?
Steve, I got a tough one.
Yeah? What is it?
I went to pick up Mrs.
Soames. She's a widow.
Lives out in Kahala.
Real fancy place.
Are you ready for
this? She won't come in.
She won't come in?
She says she's
got a social to go to.
Says you'll have
to wait till tomorrow.
And you settled for that?
Come on, Chin. Let's go.
They wanna see me now?
That's a bore.
Honey, do me up, will you?
Sure.
Wana, why don't you ask
Jason to fix me a drink, huh?
Mr. McGarrett, this
is an awkward time.
We're on our way to
the, uh, Fitzgeralds' luau
for the senator.
And while I don't mind
being fashionably late, I...
Mrs. Soames, either
you'll talk to us now,
or we'll take you in
as a material witness.
Which will it be?
You're very persuasive.
All right, give me your
famous third degree.
You were in Mauritany's
hotel room last night?
Yes, for 15 boring minutes.
Where'd you meet him?
On the plane coming in from L.A.
What were you
doing in Los Angeles?
I went to see a film producer
about launching Rick's career.
Whose idea was the drink
in the hotel, his or yours?
Well, when you have two
experienced teams in the field,
they, uh, both generally
think they're scoring.
Did you know he was a mobster?
Doesn't everybody?
And yet you went
to his hotel room?
I am a big girl, in case
if you hadn't noticed.
I noticed you didn't stay long.
No, there were too many people.
It was like an old
Marx Brothers movie.
I left when the others did.
Same time? Mm.
Oh, the repairman went first,
and then the banker fellow,
Wellman, I think his name was.
I assure you, we all
went our separate ways.
And I, uh, think that
would be a good idea
for you and me right about now.
Ciao.
The story confirms three-way.
Yeah. What do we do now?
Tell Danno to let
Brown and Wellman go.
( mysterious theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
All three confirmed alibis.
In other words, gentlemen,
we're batting zero.
Zero minus two.
Mauritany's two bodyguards
were picked up last night
at the Wiki-Wiki Bar
on Kulamanu street.
They were there from 4:30 to 8.
Absolutely confirmed
by a dozen witnesses.
(phone ringing)
McGarrett.
Yeah, Joe. Yeah.
Yeah, thank you.
That's exactly what
I wanted to know.
Joe Lamont, Real Estate Board.
I asked him to find
out what property
Mauritany came here to buy.
It's a factory building,
Sheridan near Piikoi.
Let's take a look, Chin.
( ominous theme playing)
Oh, hi, Bonnie.
Thanks for letting me sleep.
You said you were tired.
I'm tired of a lot of things.
Bonnie.
Bonnie.
Now, what's the matter, huh?
You figure it out.
Bonnie, now, I'm
asking you questions,
don't give me riddles.
Okay, straight talk.
If I catch you with
that blond again,
you can go back to being
the handsomest
towel boy in Waikiki.
Now, she walked up to
me. Can I control that?
You better start
controlling something.
Bonnie.
Look, I've had it.
The silk suits, the imported
shirts, the 20-dollar ties...
Okay, okay.
Now, what's really
bugging you, huh?
Was it those two
guys last night?
Well, who were they?
They were cops.
Hey, it wasn't about...
No, it wasn't about.
I paid to get you
out of that one,
and don't you ever forget it.
Bonnie, you paid to get
us both out of that one.
You, kiddo, you.
Now, I don't have
to take that from you.
I'm not your slave.
Now, you can take your
shirts, your suits and your ties.
You can find yourself
another towel boy.
( upbeat theme playing)
We're not a big company,
but we deal in quality only.
Luckily, people appreciate that,
and just about beat
a path to our door.
You lease this
building, Mr. Chang?
Yes.
Last month, the owner
of the building died,
and, uh, it was put up
for sale by the estate.
Correct.
You, uh, bid on the
building yourself,
but you were outbid by a
man by the name of Mauritany.
Oh, yes, uh, the man who
was so brutally murdered.
Yeah.
Now, I understand he bid
a pretty good price on it.
Have you any idea why
he wanted the building?
No idea, Mr. McGarrett.
It's not worth very much.
As a matter of fact,
we've withdrawn our bid.
And we expect to
move to new quarters.
I see. Do you mind
if we look around?
Oh, it would be my
pleasure to escort you.
This, of course,
is our salesroom,
where people come
to look at samples
and, hopefully, place orders.
This way, please.
This is our sales office.
Shipping room, storage
and miscellaneous.
This, Mr. McGarrett,
is our main workroom.
It's a, uh, total
operation, Mr. McGarrett.
As we say in our
little brochure,
we handle your every
whim from wall to wall.
Where does this lead to?
That leads to the basement.
May we take a look? Of course.
This way, please.
I must apologize for
all this dirt and dust.
This basement is
no longer in use.
As you can see,
there's nothing here
but bits and pieces
of discarded junk.
Yes, I see,
Mr. Chang. Thank you.
Hello, Charlie.
What do you want, McGarrett?
I didn't know you were out.
If you're trying
to get me fired,
you're wasting your time.
They know all about
my record here.
They believe in giving
people a chance.
So do I, Charlie. So do I.
DANNO: "Charlie Saunders.
"Ex-warrant officer,
military intelligence.
"Ex-private detective.
"Convicted two
years ago of bribery
"and conspiracy
to obstruct justice.
"Sentenced three
years, state pen.
Released after 18
months on good behavior."
Didn't you work on
that case, Steve?
Worked on it, slept
on it, put him away.
So you figure there's
some connection.
His working down there,
and the mob guy getting killed?
Charlie's strictly a loner.
Never worked with
anyone in his life.
Could be that Chinese
guy's fronting for him.
And both tied in
with the murder?
Yeah, but what's the
link? What's the link?
See what you can
dig up on Mr. Chang.
And I want a surveillance
of that carpet company
24 hours a day.
I wanna know who
goes in, who goes out.
Time of every
delivery and shipment,
license number of
every vehicle that moves.
TV repair.
Where's your TV?
This isn't work, Clem.
It's a favor for a friend.
I thought we were
finished, "friend."
One is never finished
with murder, Clem.
It's a subject that
never bores the police.
Where are you, Danno?
On my way to relieve Chin.
Be there in five minutes. Okay.
Chin, do you read me?
Loud and clear.
What have you got?
Heh. I got a graveyard, brother.
Nothing's happening here.
The place is dead.
Well, at least, you've
got an ocean breeze.
Yeah. Hold it.
Graveyard coming to life.
I think I know this haole.
Can you identify him?
Hang on.
Steve, we've got our
link: Frank Wellman.
Somebody just handed him
something through the door,
an envelope.
Okay, you stay there
and keep your eyes open.
Danno, you head
for Wellman's house.
He lives at, uh,
1561 Kanunu Street.
You got that? Got it.
I want Wellman picked up
and I want that envelope.
Central, Chin Ho
Kelly. Five-0, red alert.
Intercept blue Mercedes
Benz, license number 5J5298.
Repeat, license number J5298.
Frank Wellman,
wanted for questioning.
Last seen headed
Ever on Sheridan Street.
(tires screech)
Five-0, Mr. Wellman.
Out of the car, please.
What's this all about?
Can I have that envelope?
You got a warrant?
If you want a warrant,
I'll get you one.
No warrant, no search.
Up against the car,
hands on the hood.
Why am I being arrested?
How about withholding
evidence on a felony?
Come on.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Williams to Central. Urgent.
Ten-fifteen, 10-15.
1561 Kanunu Street.
(screaming)
(sighs)
Oh, my God.
( tense theme playing)
( siren wails)
How do you figure it, Steve?
Rich, successful man about town.
Everything to live for. Why?
Answer's right there, Danno,
staring at you from the wall.
These, uh, beautiful
friends of Wellman's?
They're men.
Clem.
I'm your wife.
I have a right to know.
(sighs)
Doris.
Yes?
There was something
that happened in the war.
Something I never
told you about.
The first day in
combat, I panicked.
Ran away.
The killing.
The butchery.
The sergeant saw me running
and chased me to a farmhouse.
He was gonna
shoot me on the spot.
Then a mortar shell hit,
and he was wounded.
He was crying for help.
And I left him there to die.
Then I went back to my outfit.
I didn't think anyone
knew... till a few weeks ago.
Somebody knows.
They know everything.
They promised they'd keep
it quiet if I did them a favor.
I did it.
I thought I was finished.
Now they want something else.
But they can't make you do it.
You're out of the Army now.
I'm in the Reserves.
I could still be
court-martialed.
When does it end?
What do I do?
Clem, you've got
a family to protect.
You've got us to protect.
Do what they want you to do.
Frank Wellman,
homosexual, transvestite.
Classic subject for blackmail.
Maybe all the other
subjects too, huh?
Yeah, maybe.
Three people with
something to hide.
And who better to
dig out the dirty linen
than Charlie Saunders,
ex-private eye?
Yeah.
Try this on for size, gentlemen.
Suppose, just suppose,
that Charlie Saunders and
this Chinese guy with glasses
are tied together
in some racket.
Now, Mauritany
wants to take it over.
So they decide to
have him knocked off.
They blackmail three
people into killing him.
( ominous theme playing)
Pick it apart.
First pick, if they were gonna
knock off a syndicate man,
why not hire professional guns?
Why amateurs?
The syndicate man
and his bodyguard
could spot a professional
hit man a mile away.
An amateur has a
much better chance.
Okay, why three
amateurs instead of one?
They alibi each other.
Right. Worked out
to the last detail.
But why did Charlie
and the Chinese guy
wanna knock off
that syndicate cat?
What's the racket
they're trying to protect?
Good question, Kono.
Everything we saw down at
that plant seemed straight enough.
Maybe there's something's
special about the building.
Mauritany tried to buy
it out from under them.
Yeah, maybe.
Call the county clerk.
See if the plans for
that building are on file.
If they are, get them up here,
along with the county engineer.
Chin, back to
the carpet factory.
Okay. Kono.
Clem Brown, Bonnie Soames
and her boyfriend. Dig deeper.
If our blackmail theory is
right, what are they hiding?
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
I've been nervous.
You were right
about the cops, Rick.
We're in even deeper now.
We can't afford any
jealousy or fighting. We...
We have to be one
mind and one body.
What happened?
A couple of weeks ago,
a man came to see me.
He knew all about the accident.
About what you did
to my husband's car.
Remember, it was
under your instructions.
He knew that too.
(chuckles)
I think I've just developed a...
A longing to visit Singapore.
You care to come along?
It's a 50-year-old
building, Steve.
Cast iron plumbing,
everything falling apart.
Forget it.
All right. What about
the land underneath?
You mean, do they have
the only oil well in Hawaii?
No, Steve. That's lava rock,
like the rest of the island.
Not worth much.
Just in from the big island.
The glamour dame's husband
was killed nearly two years ago
in an auto accident.
They had a witness
who saw someone
tampering with
her husband's car.
But he changed his story,
and the court ruled
death by accident.
Possible homicide.
And it fits in with
the blackmail theory.
Yeah. Paul, take another
look at that building.
This time, with a microscope.
There's got to be
something we've overlooked.
What about the location?
Adjacent owner
wanting to buy in,
something new or big coming in?
That neighborhood's
had it, Steve.
All the good
businesses moving out.
The furniture house, the
auto insurance company,
the bank, the discount
appliance center...
The what?
The discount appliance center.
No, before that
you said the bank.
That's right.
Well, what bank?
I was there, I
didn't see any bank.
It's not on the block, Steve.
It's around the block, just
behind the carpet company.
Behind the carpet company?
That's right, Steve.
They're back to back.
The Hawaiian Fourth Federal.
How stupid can we be?
A tunnel.
It's got to be. Look
at the location.
First step, you buy
the carpet company,
then put in your own
men and start digging.
Tunnel's half dug
when a guy named Mauritany
finds out and wants in.
He bids for the building.
Now the building
is old and run-down,
so you can't outbid him
without tipping your hand.
So you gotta make a hit.
Yeah, Charlie comes
up with three people
to pull the trigger.
People that Mauritany
would never suspect.
Fits. Yeah, it fits.
What about the tunnel?
Five-thirty. Bank is closed.
Called Central Dispatch.
I want every squad
car in the area to...
(phone rings)
McGarrett.
Steve, Chin.
A truck just pulled up at the
side of the carpet company.
Is it one of their own?
Negative.
And that's the strange
thing about it, Steve.
It's Clem Brown's
TV repair truck.
Clem Brown?
Chin, stay with
him. Don't lose him.
Get McGarrett.
He's moving out, Steve.
Which direction?
He made a right turn on
Makaloa, then Ever on Piikoi.
I'm going to switch
you over to Central.
Give them the description
and put out a red alert pickup.
Thank you. One moment, please.
(tires screech)
(sirens blare)
(honks horn)
(sirens blaring)
Okay, open up the truck.
( mysterious theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
Let's go.
Come on.
Using Clem and his truck
was a smart diversion, Charlie,
but there was a
hole in your plan.
Two first-class,
one-way to Singapore.
The name, Mrs. Soames.
Confirmed seats, 4A, 4B.
Boarding immediately, Gate 32.
Have a good trip.
( action theme playing)
McGARRETT: Mrs.
Soames. SOAMES: Yes?
You're under arrest for the
murder of Martin Mauritany.
You'll have to come
with us too, Mr. Marlow.
RICK: Me? What for?
Questioning about a car
accident two years ago.
The one in which Mrs.
Soames' husband was killed.
Let's go. We'll send
your bags home.
SOAMES: Won't
we need our clothes?
Oh, you won't need much.
You'll find that prison
denim wears like iron.
( triumphant theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)