Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 18 - The Odd Lot Caper - full transcript

All right, I want an answer.

Cut construction
costs to the bone.

I've made the
debentures convertible,

thrown in warrants,
upped the interest.

I've met all of your demands.

Now, do I get the
25 million or don't I?

We're aware Kamani-Murdock
is a lifelong dream of yours,

but we have to pass.

It's a great idea, Donald,

but its time just
hasn't come yet.

Edgar, you've been
saying that for 20 years.



And isn't it about time
you raised your sights

just a hair above all that
sugar cane your daddy left you?

Maybe so, Donald, but
better safe than sorry.

Well, gentlemen, I see that
further discussion is useless.

Thank you for your
time, your consideration.

Good day. Good day.

And goodbye, Donald.

See you at the club, Donald.

Look, Father, y-you
don't have to insult them.

They have a right to...

Curse those unclean mummies.

You know why they did that?

They don't want me
any bigger. I don't belong.

First generation,
never went to Yale.



They better not
come to this cripple

when they're on their knees

or they'll be walking
around on stumps.

Will you just forget them?

You have enough money,
Father. You don't need to...

I don't wanna hear
another word out of you.

No, I have no
intention of quitting.

Not gonna take up needlepoint.

I'm not gonna join any
basketball team for paraplegics.

I'm going to build
Kamani-Murdock.

Go on back to minding the store.

That's about all
you're good for.

Laughlin, Murdock.

Let it happen.

Mr. Cooper.

Should I wait for an answer?

No. Thank you.

Andre.

Yes?

If she begins to
shiver and shake,

and pours forth noxious gases...

I suppose, just spray it
liberally with cologne?

Where are you going, anyway?

I'll be back in a minute.

Can't you call her tonight?

Her husband might not like that.

Ah.

Cooper!

5-4, did you just
copy that? Roger, 5-4.

65 Sixth Avenue, 909.

656-909.

Yeah, Doc, what do you got?

DOC: Two slugs, Steve.

Fired from
approximately 25 feet.

One hit him in the upper chest

but the other penetrated
the lower abdomen,

severed the aorta, main artery.

Death was probably
instantaneous.

What time?

About 4 p.m.

Okay, Doc. Thank you.

Well, the time tallies.

With all the traffic in
and out of that garage,

he couldn't have
been lying there

for more than a few minutes.

What have you got, Danno?

Killer was a good
shot. No strays.

What about the slugs?

They don't match anything
in our ballistics files.

The murder victim,
what's his name?

Stan Cooper.

Yeah, what about
the note he got?

It's written with a
cheap ballpoint pen.

Che says the watermarks on it

match the notepaper
used on the exchange floor.

McGARRETT: Any prints?

No, only Stan
Cooper's and the runner.

Lot of strength behind that pen.

Yeah, it could be a man
imitating a woman's writing.

Steve, this is Howard Paona,

the runner at the
clearing house.

Howard.

I-I've only been working
there a few weeks.

I hardly knew Stan.

All right, son.
All right, relax.

You're not in any
trouble. Sit down.

This note that
you delivered. Uh,

did Mr. Cooper
read it in front of you?

Did he seem nervous or worried?

No.

Who gave you that note?

Nobody.

Nobody?

It came in the message cylinder
through the pneumatic tube.

Came from where?

From the stock exchange floor.

Are there any
stopovers on the way?

No, but there's five
or six sending points

on the exchange floor.

Had Mr. Cooper ever
received notes like that before?

Sometimes.

From that same Gwen?

I don't read other people's
messages, Mr. McGarrett.

I had nothing to
do with it. Honest.

Okay, Howard, you can go.
Thanks for coming in, son.

Chin, get down to the exchange
floor. Talk to the traders.

If there's a Gwen there,
I wanna talk with her.

Anything else, Ben?

According to Andre Beaufort,
manager of the clearing-house,

and everybody that knew him,
Stan Cooper was a bachelor.

An indiscriminate swinger.

Married, single, young or old,

it didn't matter so long
as they had money.

He was on the
phone half the day.

All right, keep going, Ben.

Check his records, his
finances, his whole work scene.

Right.

Danno?

I want a personal
history of Cooper.

His background, his,
uh, friends, enemies,

ex-wives, if any,

irate husbands, and
a list of his girlfriends.

Right.

Wake up, Laughlin.

Wheel me down to
the end of the pier.

I want to know why
you murdered Cooper.

Just following your orders.

I didn't tell you to kill him.

I told you to get him
out of the way for a while.

I got him out of
the way. Period.

Killing is clean.

Unless Stan Cooper
pulls a Lazarus,

there's no way he could
come back and identify me.

Idiot.

Now you've got
McGarrett and Five-0

digging into the case.

Oh, let them.

While they're busy checking
out Stan Cooper's dames

and hunting for a
husband with horns,

we'll pull our rip-off.

Look, I give you a
blueprint, you stick to it.

When and if I can.

Don't hamstring me, I
know what I'm doing.

Last time you told me that,
they pulled your license.

That private detective's license
was yanked because of you.

You pressured me into that
industrial espionage job and...

Spare me the rehash.

There are forty million
dollars involved in this deal.

You and your collection
of smalltime hoods

just better obey... You
don't like what I'm doing,

I'll just pull it off myself

and deal you out.

Try it.

What are you gonna do?

Chase me in your wheelchair?

Well, now, look,
you're not stupid.

Without me, you've just
got a ton of fancy paper.

You try unloading share
one, you're in the slammer.

Okay, Murdock,
we need each other.

Just quit bugging me.

I don't wanna bug you, Laughlin.
I don't even wanna see you.

Just follow the scenario.

One more stupid trick
like that Cooper killing,

I'm calling the whole thing off.

You said Cooper carried
on an active private life

during working hours.

But he was good at his job.

Computer experts
trained for this market

are hard to come by.

What are you doing for one now?

Right behind you there.

His name is Martin Johnson.

He moved to Hawaii
a few months ago.

Frankly, I was lucky
to have him on tap.

Did Cooper have
access to any stock tips,

authentic inside information?

No. By the time the stocks
get up here, it's all over.

They've already
been bought or sold.

We don't really know any
more than the man on the street.

Was he in a position to pull off
anything illegal to make money?

A lot of money?

Not as a computer operator. Why?

We'd like to figure out
how come Cooper died

leaving $300,000 in
safety deposit boxes.

Did you find any Gwens there?

No, but I spotted one

on Stan Cooper's
personal phone list.

She's out there now.

Well, bring her in.

Come in, please.

Danny, this is Mrs. Gwen Halsey.

How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

Take a look at this, please.

That looks a lot
like my handwriting,

but I didn't write it.

You did know Stan Cooper?

Yes.

Did you ever send him any notes?

In view of the fact that
Stan Cooper was murdered,

I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to ask you

the nature of your
relationship with him.

We had sort of an
investment partnership going.

Tell me about it.

Stan got a lot of
good stock tips,

and, well, I went out
and bought them for us.

Whose money?

Mine.

How did you make out?

I'm a little ahead.

And he shared in the profits?

Yeah, sure, I gave him
half. That was our agreement.

He knew all the insiders.
They were his tips.

Did you ever lose any money?

Yes.

And did he pay his
share of the losses?

I couldn't ask Stan to do that.

The poor guy was
over his head in debt.

He was paying out
all that alimony and...

Mrs. Halsey,

if you want advice in investing,

I suggest you seek out
a legitimate counselor.

Stan Cooper never
married and he died rich.

I'm afraid you're the victim

of one of the world's
oldest badger games:

Heads, he wins,
and tails, you lose.

You have no idea what I
went through to get this key.

Just use it and tell me later.

You can't cut the main alarm.

We don't move till
tomorrow afternoon.

They'll find out.

I'm just knocking
out the auxiliary.

We'll kill all the power
to the clearing-house

just before we hit.

That will automatically
nix the main alarm.

You... You've killed him.

Figure we should have
asked him to have a beer?

Come on, let's grab his legs.

He was hit on the
back of the head.

Death occurred
between 1 and 3 a.m.

Danny.

Looks like whoever
killed the watchman

tried to jimmy this door open.

Yeah.

Knew how to kill fast

and efficiently
with his bare hands.

Yeah, but two murders
in the same building,

three days apart...
Coincidences do happen.

Besides that, that bank
was hit twice before.

The last haul was 135,000.

Are you saying this could
be attempt number three?

All right, Chin, check H.P.D.

See who's on the
island with bank m.o.'s.

You got it.

Danno, get the computer
to kick out all bank boosters

with guerrilla or
commando training.

I'd like to include
electricians and alarm experts.

Good. Now let's get
up-to-date on the Cooper case.

What have we got?

Nothing. Stan bilked a lot of
women out of a lot of money

and they kept right on
buying his hot tip line.

The killer signed Gwen's name.

He must have known
her or about her.

Or somehow got hold
of one of her notes.

One thing was sure,

he was no stranger
to the Exchange.

It could have been someone
who has worked with Cooper

who got to him for reasons
having nothing to do with women.

Like what?

Oh, loan-sharking
to hard-up traders.

Uh, he was well-heeled
enough to do that.

Any evidence of that?

No.

I talked to all the
regulars on the floor.

Same story. They all pegged
him as a cat who played the ladies.

McGARRETT: That
list of Cooper's ladies.

Dig in. Look for an irate
husband or a boyfriend

who had something to
do with the Exchange.

We won.

Won what, Father?

My son, the file clerk.

Will you leave those
damn papers with the girls

and come on in here?

I'm going ahead
with Kamani-Murdock.

We've been there already.

There's absolutely no way we
can come up with the 25 million.

No? Well, I just did.

Well, how?

By putting up the collateral
from the stocks in our vault.

You can't do that, Father.
It is against the law.

Tho... Those
securities belong to...

Will you stop blithering?

Wilbur Sloan is loaning
me the replacement stock.

He shipped it from Boston today.

Sloan?

What are you looking
so surprised about, huh?

Oh, I set old Wilbur up
in business, we made...

Made a lot of money together.

He'll do just about
anything I want him to.

But how could Wilbur Sloan

come up with 25 million
in negotiable securities?

Oh, his New Jersey,
Pennsylvania associates.

He knows I'm good for it.

Well.

I don't know if you're lucky

or the greatest
salesman in the country.

Heh. I make my own luck.

Father, have it
any way you want it.

Hm-hm.

Oh, uh, incidentally,

I'm ordering new electronic
scanning equipment

for the vaults.

It's all right with me, but why?

There was an attempted
robbery last night

at the Inter-Island Bank.

Hmm, they get anything?

No.

Evidently, they were
interrupted by the night watchman

but, uh, he was killed.

Inter-Island Bank. Which branch?

The one in the
Exchange building.

Well...

Hello?

Laughlin.

We're fighting the clock
Murdock. What do you want?

Look, I told you,
no more murders.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Now, don't horse me.

That watchman
didn't kill himself.

Some bank hood did it
for him. Read the papers.

You and Johnson
were there last night.

Sure. Five floors up
pulling the alarm system.

We were long gone
before it happened.

I don't believe you.

I hate to say it,

but you're getting
a little paranoid.

Well, with you, that's easy.

Now, listen. And
this time, listen.

We're postponing the hit.

Too late for that.

Are you suicidal?

The cops will be crawling
all over that building.

Oh, come on.

What do you think
they're gonna do,

camp out in front of the place?

They took some pictures,
asked some dumb questions,

picked up their stiff and went.

I still want it postponed.

It's too late.
It's on the rails.

The whistle blows at 1.

Now, why don't you
just put your paranoia

in cold storage while
we make you $40 million?

The moneyman.

What's he got to
be nervous about?

Our bellies are on
the firing line, not his.

Yeah, he gets the millions

and we split a lousy
hundred grand between us.

He gets his in stock.

Paper.

That's where we're
one up on him.

It'll probably be years
before he can turn it into cash.

We get ours in green
the minute the job's done.

Anything that goes
wrong, we're gone.

He takes the rap.

And the heist was
his idea. Hm-hm.

How good is it?

I don't like hitting any place
at 1:00 in the afternoon.

Now, don't make me waste
time explaining it to you.

We're doing it right. I
know what I'm talking about.

All right, let's
synchronize our watches.

Will you knock off
that Army chicken?

Now, you listen.

This is clocked to the wire.

A quarter of a minute off

and we'll all wind
up in the rock garden.

Twelve-twenty, coming up.

Three, two, one, mark.

Now you all know where
you're supposed to be?

I mean, every second?

And remember, you've gotta
keep a compass in your head.

And get to the
rendezvous points on time.

Let's run a route check.

Yoko?

I come down Ala Moana to Ward,

make a hard right on South King

and then I come down Kaheka.

Linc?

Down Kapiolani,

turn left on Keeaumoku,
right, and another right.

Jersey?

Ala Moana to
Piikoi, hang a left at...

Hang a right to Kapiolani.

Jersey?

You mess up

and I'll personally put a
bullet through your front teeth.

Okay, okay. Driving,
I know the way.

Now, in case of accidents,
traffic jams, don't hang in.

Get to alternate streets.

You, uh, need me anymore?

No. I've got all the moves.

Then I'd better be getting back.

This is one day I don't wanna
be late coming in from lunch.

It's almost time.

Equipment? It's all here.

Wheels? Motor
checked, gassed up,

ready to move.

Let's go.

This is a stickup!

Hit the deck and
close your eyes.

Get down!

And don't move.

We don't have any money.
Just stocks and bonds.

Who asked you?

The first one to move,
gets it in the back.

Father.

No, it's not worth it.

"Armed robbery in progress,
Stone Fairchild, Kaheka Street,

all available units in area."

"Units 12, 13, 43, armed
robbery in progress,

R.L. Walters Company,

Kaheka and Kanunu Streets.

Units 8, 92, 50... Danno?

Murdock & Son, armed
robbery in progress."

Units 10, 61, 22,

armed robbery in progress,
McPherson & Son...

Danno, get on it. Find
out what's happening.

This business of friendly trips

over to your
neighbor's desk for...

Hit the floor! Everybody, move!

Move! Get down. Get
down. What's going on here?

Move.

Get down.

Move, Mother.

All right, on your feet.

Pull the microfilm
out of that computer.

It... It doesn't use microfilm.

Another lie like that

and I'll nail you to
the floor. Pull it out!

Let's go.

So he's your buddy.

Listen, he worked
for you with a purpose.

He worked...

Your hat, your
shirt. Take them off.

Operator, get me the
police. This is an emergency.

A robbery in broad
daylight at 1 in the afternoon.

Does that make sense?

It does in the
brokerage business.

One o'clock here in Honolulu
is 6:00 New York time.

Wall Street's been
closed for three hours.

The brokerages
that were hit here

had only skeleton
staffs on hand.

They were finished
doing business for the day.

Well, how much did they get
away with at the clearing-house?

What's the latest
estimate, Mr. Beaufort?

Roughly 40 million in
negotiable securities.

Forty million?

Just how negotiable
is negotiable security?

As I understand
it, among brokers,

they're as interchangeable
as dollar bills, is that correct?

Afraid so.

You see, the negotiable
stocks are stocks in street name.

- Street name?
- That's right.

They're made out to the
names of brokerage houses,

not individuals.

And they knew enough to take
only the street-name stocks?

That's right. They knew just
exactly which files to go for.

Then these stocks
are not traceable?

That's right too.

As they buy and sell,

brokers swap street name
stocks with each other.

New York, Illinois,
Maryland, anywhere.

Well, if the names are no help,

what would you do if
you lost some stock?

We do keep daily ledgers.

In addition, our
computer microfilms

every certificate we process.

And a backup system records
it in the computer memory core.

Then if the stolen stocks
are sold, we can trace them.

No, Ben, it won't work.

Even if we caught them with
the stocks in their possession,

we couldn't prove
that they were stolen.

Don't you see? That's exactly
why they took that microfilm

out of the computer and
shot out the memory core.

And those torches
burned up the ledgers

and records with the
certificate numbers.

You know, if you think about it,

this was an ingenious
scheme. Ordinarily,

if they're gonna heist
something that's identifiable,

first, they heist and then
they wipe out all the traces.

Here, they did
just the opposite.

First, they wiped out
all traces, all records,

and then they
took the 40 million.

Mr. McGarrett,

I'm, I guess, a bit
edgy about all of this.

Uh, if it's all right, you
don't need me anymore...?

Sure. Thank you
very much for coming.

Thank you, sir.

All right, gentlemen,
let's get to work.

Ben, check all freight terminals
and the post office department.

Ask them to be on the alert
for large shipments of paper,

anything that could be
stocks or documents.

That much paper is heavy,
it's not gonna be easy to hide.

Danno, bird-dog
this exchange here.

If we ever do find those stocks,

there must be some
way of identifying them

if we're to get a conviction.

Right.

What about those burners, Chin?

There can't be too many
outfits that handle them.

Why don't you get on that?

Okay.

Ladies, we need your help.

If any of you could identify

even one certificate
that was stolen yesterday,

it might put those
men behind bars.

It's impossible.

We handle thousands
of certificates a day.

But some must catch
your eye. Try to think back.

What about a certificate
that had a torn corner

or maybe that was ripped?
- Look,

supposing I remembered that
a hundred share certificate of,

uh, say, U.S. Lumber
had a tear in it,

now, what would that prove?

That company issues
millions of certificates.

There could be, oh, hundreds
that might have a little tear.

But we have to come up
with something identifiable.

Yeah. What about, uh,
under a hundred shares?

You know, odd lots?

Oh, we see that all
the time for all shares.

Fifty shares, 25,
ten-share certificates.

Now, what can they tell you?

Well, don't give up.

Keep thinking
about it. All right.

You were close enough
to the torch to really see it.

Can you pinpoint
the actual model?

I'm sorry. They
look a lot alike.

Could be any one of the six.

Thank you.

It's, uh, definitely
this model, J-19.

I remember the shutoff
valve here at the tank.

Thank you. This
could be very helpful.

Right.

I hear you're from the police.

Oh, the, uh, senior
Murdock, my father.

Yes, I'm with Five-0.

Oh, are you now?

Well, you go back and
tell your Mr. McGarrett

I want the protection I pay for.

People murdered,
hoodlums walking in,

taking 40 million
in broad daylight.

Eight million of it mine...

Father, please. You'll
have to excuse him.

He's more upset by this...

Don't apologize for me.

The police are sitting
on their keisters.

They haven't picked
up a single suspect yet.

My business won't
survive these losses.

Well, you do carry insurance?

Of course I do.

But my records are in ashes.

You police are very good
when it comes to getting raises

but when are you going
to catch these criminals?

I want action and I want it now.

All right, that's it. Pay time.

You'll get it.

Come back tomorrow
night at this time.

What's wrong with right now?

I just want to make certain

that the bottom of those
sacks aren't filled with straw.

I've been to eight places.

And nobody on this island

stocks a J-19 portable
welder and burner.

I do.

Have you sold many
in the past month?

Oh, about a dozen or so.

You know, hobbyists,

the model makers
and metal sculptors,

people like that buy them.

Any record of those
who bought them?

No.

I have over 2000 items here.

Anybody come in and
bought four J-19's at once?

Yeah.

How did you know that?

One of those fella, he
wanted to order four,

I had only one in stock

so I had to order three
more from the warehouse.

And he keep
calling me every day,

wants to know when
these things get here.

So I finally get very
tired of that and I told him:

"Give me your phone number

and when the things
get here, I'll call you."

You remember the number? No.

The first two digits? No.

Anything?

No, I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute.

Uh...

I have something
here, and, uh, let's see.

Here, here.

Charles Smith,
Palm Garden Hotel.

Thanks.

Steve, we lucked out.

The room Charles Smith rented
was left empty when he vacated.

Che Fong pulled prints
off the water faucets,

TV knobs, and
everything in sight.

Mr. Charles Smith turns out to
be a guy named Jersey Frazer,

wanted in Massachusetts,
New York, Kansas

for felonious assault,
burglary and armed robbery.

Can you tie him into
the clearing-house heist?

He bought the four burners.

The shop owner
picked out his mug shot.

H.P.D. has got an all-points
bulletin out for him now.

Oh, no, no. Tell them not to
pick up Jersey no matter what.

As soon as he's located,
put a 24-hour tail on him.

His make says he's
only a hired hand.

We've gotta find out
who pulls the strings.

Yes?

Who?

All right, send him in.

So this is where the great man
thinks up his great schemes?

How dare you come in
here in broad daylight?

I told you, we're never
to be seen together.

Those were your ground rules.

And I'm changing them.

Mm.

I know what you're here for.

A hundred thousand dollars
in small denominations.

Now, take it and get out.

Thanks, partner.

We were never partners,

but you've got gall,
I'll give you that.

Too bad you have no imagination.

Well, I'm glad you said
that. It's gonna make it easier.

I'm not in this for
a lousy 20 grand,

not after what I did.

I'm in it for one
third of $40 million.

You are insane.

I kept the microfilm from
the clearing-house computer.

Just try to unload
that stock without me

and I'll send the reel
straight to McGarrett.

Out.

Don't.

Now, come on, there's
no way out and you know it.

You're taking me into the firm.

Murdock & Son, & Friend.

Dad, have you seen
this new stock offer?

Shut the door.

Shut it.

You might as well
know about this.

I'll spell it out for you.

You're making me security chief.

That's the best way of
easing me into the company.

And as your head of security,

I'll make certain that nothing
happens to that $40 million

burning a hole in your vault.

All right.

All right, Laughlin,
it's a deal.

That's better.

Well, I'll see you
Monday morning,

partners.

You and Laughlin
were working together.

Forty million?

It didn't come from Sloan.

That clearing-house robbery.

Oh, my God!

You finally figured
it out, did you?

Why?

How many people died...?

You've jeopardized everything
we've got just to have your way.

I had nothing to do with
the killing. That was Laughlin.

You hired him. You're
responsible for it. Oh!

Stupid fool. I
designed this caper.

Do you think I was gonna
let myself be crucified?

I figured he'd try
a double-cross.

But that computer expert,
Johnson, was my man.

And I made sure he used
useless exposed microfilm.

Well, why didn't you
tell Laughlin that?

He had a gun. He'd
have shot me on the spot.

He will.

Sooner or later, anyway.

Get me Five-0.

That's him.

Yes, I understand, Mr. Murdock.

Are you willing to sign
an affidavit to that effect?

That's all I wanted
to know. Thank you.

I'm sorry for the
interruption, Mrs. Finley.

Quite all right.

Now, you understand,

you have to be willing to
swear to all this in court.

Well, yes, of course.

All right. Please go on

about the odd lots
you were telling about.

Well,

Walt Lowen died
last month, poor soul.

I read about him in the paper

even before his last certificate
came through the clearing-house.

He was a broker.

He had no heirs.

They sold off
everything he owned,

including the very first
stock he ever purchased.

He framed that stock
and hung it on his wall.

McGarrett. Excuse me.

Steve, we're at a deserted
warehouse on Pier 19.

Jersey was just
dropped off by a cab.

Hold it.

Another guy just drove up.

They're going inside
now. It may be the payoff.

Oh, and Steve, according
to Fair Seas Travel,

Jersey's got a 6:00 reservation
to fly to San Francisco tonight.

McGARRETT: All right,
Danno. We'd better move in.

Call in H.P.D. support units.
Surround the warehouse.

I'll be right there.

Mrs. Finley, do I
understand you correctly

that this one piece of
stock, you can identify?

Yes, I can.

Positively? Yes, sir.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Beautiful, Mrs.
Finley. Thank you.

We'll get back to you.

There it is, 20 grand apiece.

There you go.

Anybody wanna cut
double or nothing?

All right, put the money down.

Put your hands
on top of your head.

Don't move, you're under arrest.

What for? Robbery.

What is this? Some kind
of a fishing expedition?

You got nothing on me.

How about four burners

and a sworn statement
from Murdock Senior

that you offered to
return his certificates

and give him a cut,

if he'd fence the
clearing-house stock?

That's a lie.

Murdock, it was his idea.

He planned the whole thing.

Murdock said you'd
threaten to implicate him

if he went to the police.

All right, Danno, frisk him.

McGarrett?

Uh... A deal?

What have you got to sell?

Forty million dollars
worth of paper.

It's a microfilm
from the computer.

It's got all the stock and
all the stock numbers on it.

Take it down to Murdock
& Son, see for yourself.

I'm informed by my attorneys

the roll of microfilm was
previously exposed and useless.

That's right.

Did you at least check
with Wilbur Sloan in Boston?

And now that's where all
these stocks come from.

They were shipped via
Merchant Air Express,

I can get you the
waybill number.

Forget it.

We've already checked.
Sloan backs you to the hilt.

Mr. Murdock, we, uh...

You invited us to
inspect your vault.

Of course, I insisted
that you come here

to put an end once and for all

to Laughlin's
insane allegations.

But, uh, if you've
seen my inventories,

now what do you hope
to find with this bizarre

certificate-by-certificate
search

of every piece of
stock in my possession?

Evidence, or the absence of it,

that will free you
of all suspicion.

If we find nothing,
we'll check the vault

of every other brokerage
house in Honolulu.

A Honolulu trader
had to plan this caper.

Evidence? What...?
What evidence?

Steve.

Is this it?

Yes, I still see
the frame marks.

What did I tell you?

One share, Knox Horseless
Carriage Company.

Par value 5 cents,
third of January, 1912.

And you're willing to swear

that this was
taken from your file

during the
clearing-house robbery?

I certainly am.

Okay.

This is the oddest odd
lot ever, Mrs. Finley.

But it's all we need. Thank you.

Mr. Murdock,
you're under arrest.

Fraud, criminal
conspiracy and grand theft.

There was no way
they could ever find out.

Hm?

You and your
unspeakable arrogance.

Look what you did.

McGARRETT: I
understand that you, uh,

wanted police
action, Mr. Murdock.

I'd say you'd get
about 20 years of it.

Book him, Ben.