Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 21 - Percentage - full transcript
O'Hara, co-owner of a travel agency with ex-bookie Sam Green, is beaten to death by thugs with brass knuckles. Green organizes gambling junkets, which is draining revenue from a hood's gambling rackets. What's more, one of Green's customers refuses to make good on $120,000 in losses on a junket in Seoul. Green is being squeezed hard by the Hawaiian gangster and the Korean gambling house. Five-O's investigation becomes complicated after the losing gambler turns up dead; the loser was also having an affair with the wife of another customer on the Korean gambling junket.
Where's Sam?
Away on a junket.
Vegas or Korea?
In Seoul.
That's Korea.
Yoshigo's got no beef with me.
I've got nothing to do with
that end of the business.
Sam handles it all.
Look, you're his
partner, aren't you?
You get a cut.
Sure, but I don't mess
with gambling junkets.
Hey, what's the idea?
The light hurts my eyes.
Look, I don't know what
this is all about, honest.
But if you fellas got
a message for Sam...
Yeah, we got a message.
Died as a result of a beating.
He used brass knuckles.
Danny, Sam's got the wallet.
It's got $67 in it.
The name on the driver's
license is James O'Hara.
That's O'Hara, all right.
Anybody see anything?
Well, the guy in the
dry-cleaning shop next door
heard the noise
and phoned H.P.D.
He said he saw
two men running off.
Get any descriptions?
Well, he claims they
turned the corner
before he could get a good look.
All right.
Sounds like he's trying
to keep his nose clean.
Yeah, try him again, Ben.
No sandbags, no
weapons, just knucks.
Looks that way.
Of course. It's
gotta be Yoshigo.
That guy had all the
gambling in Hawaii locked up
until Sam started his
charter-airline junkets.
Exactly. Between our
giving Yoshigo a hard time
and Sam Green siphoning off
the cream of his customers
these past few months,
Yoshigo must be
out a small fortune.
He's obviously not the
guy to hold still for it.
Bring him in? Yeah,
waste of time anyway.
We can't hold him,
and if we know Yoshigo
he's got himself
a cast-iron alibi.
Danno... I know,
keep the pressure on.
That's right.
Have H.P.D. step up the
raids on his bookie joints.
Break up his crap games and
keep rousting his operators.
Right.
Sam's gonna be pretty shook
when he hears about O'Hara.
When is he due in? Ten
o'clock tomorrow morning.
I can cable him in Seoul.
He's at the Heavenly
Gate Casino.
McGARRETT: No,
just have Chin and Ben
meet his plane at the
airport when he gets in.
We can hold off till then.
He's got his hands
full with that junket.
Don't you ever turn up
anything but a ten card?
Did you hear me, boy?
I hear you, Mr. Howard.
I'm raising the ante
to 10,000 a slot.
I'll need the manager's
permission, sir.
Well, get it.
Excuse me.
I just want to remind
you, Mr. Howard,
our plane takes off
for Hawaii in an hour.
It's a charter, Sam.
It can leave any
time you want it to.
The time's already
filed with our flight plan,
and the other
customers are ready.
Kuang.
Can I help you, Mr. Howard?
I'm out 80,000 bucks.
I wanna raise the ante.
The house limit is 500 a slot.
We raised it to 5,000 as
a personal favor to you.
Make it 10,000.
All right, accommodate
the gentleman.
And I want 60,000 in chips.
We already hold your
marker for 60,000.
That's right. I
want 60,000 more.
A hundred and twenty thousand
is a large sum of
money, Mr. Howard.
I'm not alone in this place.
I am responsible to my partners.
Look, Kuang, do I get the dough,
or do I have to buy
up this crummy joint?
Okay, Sam?
Are you asking this
ex-bookie to vouch for me?
He brought you here.
It's his junket.
Bill Howard's one of the
richest men in America.
Howard Equipment, it's
listed on the exchange.
Are you saying he's
good for the money?
Did I ever bring you a deadbeat?
I want your personal
assurance, Sam.
Okay.
Okay.
Stick with me, baby.
You know, this
is getting boring.
Why don't we go up to the room
and get a little rest
before the flight back?
I'm not tired.
My wife seems to have developed
a sudden interest in blackjack.
She's not the only one.
Insurance?
You're the big know-it-all.
What's the play?
You've got six good
hands to protect.
The boot's rich in tens.
Percentage calls for
you to pay the insurance.
Always play the
percentage, huh, Sam?
Because you got no guts,
I should borrow another 30
grand for insurance money?
No insurance.
Blackjack.
Another ten? I don't believe it.
Take it easy. Don't
tell me to take it easy.
I know when I'm being swindled.
Be reasonable. I told you
the boot was rich in tens.
Butt out. I know
whose side you're on.
Something bothering
you, Mr. Howard?
Yeah, you got a crooked dealer
and you run a crooked game.
You're all excited.
I advise you to calm down.
I've been cheated and I
want everyone to know it.
Nobody cheated you, Mr. Howard.
Bill, please... Get out of here.
Look, you may
scare a lot of people,
but you don't scare me.
I'll show you
what I think of you.
And there's your 120 grand.
You can whistle for it.
Don't worry, Kuang.
He's a little upset,
but he'll pay up.
I'm not worried, Sam.
You said you were good for him.
He's your worry now.
Now arriving from
Seoul, Korea. Gate 14.
O'Hara.
Old O'Hara.
Poor little guy.
He never hurt anybody
in his whole life.
Sorry, Sam.
That's the way it happened.
They weren't after
O'Hara, they were after me.
If I hadn't talked him into
taking me in as a partner,
he'd be alive today.
Don't blame yourself, Sam.
O'Hara went into this
thing with his eyes open.
He said he understood the risks,
but he thought I
was exaggerating.
You see, he didn't
know it was poison
to be associated
with a guy like me.
See, I used to work for Yoshigo
as a bookie and I know him.
If he was really after you,
why didn't he wait
till you got back?
I don't know.
Yoshigo might be thinking
of going in the junket
business himself
with me as a partner.
He like you that much? No.
But he needs a bonded
travel agency, same as I did.
Yoshigo couldn't get a
license to run a hot-dog stand.
You're not so dumb as to go
into business with Yoshigo?
Are you kidding?
Well, it looks like I
either wind up dead broke
or just plain dead.
So I'm gonna make a phone call
and I'd like you
guys to hear it.
Now what's the angle?
There's only one angle after
what happened to O'Hara.
Hello?
Yoshigo, this is Sam Green.
Really?
How are you, Sam?
I haven't seen you
for a long, long time.
Yeah, it's, uh,
been a long time.
I got your message.
Message? Heh.
What message?
I'm just calling to let you know
I'm quitting the
travel-agent business,
junkets, gambling,
the whole schmeer.
Oh, that's a shame.
I thought you enjoyed
booking those junkets.
Not anymore.
By the way, uh,
I'm sorry to hear
about your partner.
You got all my sympathy.
Thanks.
I found out about it when Five-0
called me in for questioning.
Now, why do you suppose
they'd do a thing like that?
I can't imagine.
You want police protection?
I don't need police protection.
I need $120,000.
Hi. How are you?
I could use a one-eyed jack.
It's only been
three days, Kuang.
Just give me a little more
time to work on Howard.
A judge gives time.
I'm not a judge.
What do you expect me
to do, knock the guy off?
That might be a small
point in your favor.
Oh, you know better, Kuang.
When a man's alive you
have a chance to get paid.
When he's dead,
he's no longer solvent.
Maybe.
But it sets a good example.
And please keep in mind, Sam,
even if something drastic
should happen to Howard,
you would still be
responsible for the money.
Now, Kuang...
It's not up to me, Sam.
I'm only one tiny cog
in a very big syndicate.
But personally, you know
I love you like a brother.
I'll see Howard again
today. I'll try to get the money.
Don't try. Get it.
Uh-uh.
Play for the flush.
More percentage.
We can't give Howard protection
unless he requests it himself.
You can't request it for him.
I'm asking you to
prevent a murder.
Look, Steve, I
just left the guy.
He's laying himself wide open.
All right, give me the facts.
Three days ago in Seoul,
I didn't give Howard
a chance to stay alive.
Now the odds have
gone down even more.
Yeah, we spotted Kuang
and his two roosters,
but they haven't
made a move so far.
They moved into Howard's hotel.
That wasn't very bright.
If anything happens to Howard,
Kuang is number-one suspect.
Look, Yoshigo has
even more to gain.
Steve, don't pin
me down to a name,
but a friend of mine heard
Yoshigo state positively
that Howard would not pay off.
How could Yoshigo be so sure?
Are you saying that he
intends to make sure?
That's it.
Jenny, find Danny
Williams for me.
Do I read you right?
Here you are,
in the business of taking people
on glamorous gambling
junkets to Korea.
Everything is on the house.
But Yoshigo is hurting.
No one wants to
stay here and gamble
and be hassled by the cops.
But what?
What if a prominent citizen
like Howard is murdered
after welshing on a
gambling debt in Korea?
What happens to
all the glamour then?
The word gets around that
it's just another dirty business
run by some racketeers, huh?
No more junkets and Yoshigo
is back in the big money.
Is that what you're saying?
That's precisely
what I mean, Steve.
McGarrett.
You looking for me, Steve?
Yeah, Danno.
Get over to the Hawaiian
Towers, penthouse apartment.
Contact Bill Howard there.
Offer him 24-hour
police protection.
If he balks, let me know.
Thanks, Steve.
That sure takes a
load off my mind.
Oh, one more question.
If you're really getting
out of the junket business,
why are you so
interested in Howard?
I'm worried exactly
120 grand's worth.
If he doesn't pay off, I'm hit.
McGarrett.
Yes, Danno.
What?
On my way.
We figured right.
Chin, let's go.
McGARRETT: Our guys do this?
We had to, Steve.
The door has a
special pickproof lock.
Mr. Mehala gave us permission.
Are you the manager? Yes, sir.
Don't you have a
duplicate set of keys?
Not for Mr. Howard's apartment.
He had his own locks installed.
Locks? You mean
there's more than one?
Yeah, he put another lock on
the door leading to the fire stairs.
You'll have a hard time
breaking that one down.
Anything, Che?
Can't tell yet.
Did you furnish this
apartment or did Mr. Howard?
We did. We are very
proud of our décor.
Do you notice anything
missing or out of place?
Not as far as I can see.
Now, anyone visiting Mr. Howard
would have to use the
penthouse elevator, is that correct?
Yes, sir. Mr. Howard
was very fussy
about having the
doorman announcing them.
Did he have any callers today?
Mr. Green. He
came by quite often.
McGARRETT: No one else, huh?
Well, uh, Mrs. Sinclair.
What's her full name?
Mrs. Walter Sinclair.
Was she with her husband? No.
What time did she come by?
Shortly before 11.
That's about a half an
hour before it happened.
Yes, sir. Mr. McGarrett,
I checked with the doorman.
He said Mrs. Sinclair
stayed only ten minutes.
Oh, thank you, Wendall.
You're gonna make detective yet.
Anyone else?
Those were about
the only two visitors
Mr. Howard would allow in.
There were others who tried
to see him from time to time.
Some wouldn't leave their names.
How about one of
your other guests?
Uh, Mr. Kuang?
I believe Mr. Kuang
did ask the doorman
to announce him
when he first arrived.
That was three days ago.
And what happened?
As I understand it,
he was refused in a most
uncomplimentary manner.
Danno, find Mrs. Sinclair.
Find out what she has to say.
Right.
Che, go over this place
with a fine-toothed comb.
Every square inch of it.
- Right, Steve.
Wendall, when Che is finished,
I want this apartment sealed
and a man on the
door around the clock.
Yes, sir. MEHALA: Mr. McGarrett.
Who's gonna pay for that door?
Well, why don't
you send us a bill?
Here's the list.
It's a second call, so lean
on them if you have to,
but don't total anybody.
The relatives resent it.
I don't like carrying
them on the books.
Well, it just says "services."
It don't say what kind.
Anyway, who sees the
books other than you or me?
Yeah, I guess you're right.
How much we off this month?
About the same as last.
About 70,000.
Oh, it'll pick up.
Well, we've seen
the last of the junkets.
Even if Sam wanted
to, he couldn't go back.
Yoshigo, you've got enough,
even without Sam's business.
I don't want enough.
I want it all.
Including the 25 percent
you promised me?
That's not what I meant.
I think you did.
Yoshigo, I've
waited long enough.
I want that partnership you
promised me. Starting now.
Now? With McGarrett
breathing down my neck
like a ton of bricks?
McGarrett can crack
down all he wants.
The gamblers can't
get off this island.
They've gotta come
to you for action.
Yeah, we'll discuss it later.
No, we'll discuss it now.
Heh. You're pretty
brave all of a sudden.
No, I'm not... I'm not brave.
I, uh...
I only know that you
happen to need me.
Also, I use my head.
I wondered what made you
so sure Howard wouldn't pay off.
Now I think I know why.
What are you getting at?
You were in Howard's hotel
just about the time
it all happened.
Police might like to know
what you were doing there.
You tailed me?
I have to protect my 25 percent.
You moron.
Uh... Forget I opened my mouth.
Forget?
Forget?
You want in as a partner
and you're trying
to blackmail me?
Herman, I've got news for you.
You just lost yourself
a fat 25 percent.
B-But you promised me.
And you blew it.
I don't think you ever
intended to cut me in.
You've just been stringing
me along all these years.
Just... Just waiting
for an excuse.
I don't need an excuse.
I set up this whole
package for you.
I lined up the men, I
divided the districts.
That's too far back to remember.
And as of now,
you're only my
bookkeeper. Period.
My wife has told me
everything, Mr. Williams.
You're free to ask
about anything you want.
I was gonna break up with
Bill Howard before this...
This terrible thing happened.
I only went up there to tell
him it was all over between us.
How did he take it?
Pardon? When you told him.
If you're thinking he killed
himself on my account,
I don't flatter myself that
I meant that much to him.
Nobody did.
All right, tell me how you
happened to meet him.
Through me.
It was on one of Sam
Green's gambling junkets.
My wife didn't wish
to go, but I insisted.
That was about six months ago.
It was just a stupid,
silly infatuation.
Did you suspect that
there was anything between
your wife and Bill Howard?
I've known about
it for some time.
And you did nothing? Why?
You're a young
man, Mr. Williams.
I happen to love
my wife very much.
I didn't wanna lose her.
I didn't want to force her
into some foolish action.
Such as? Picking
up and leaving me.
I knew this thing
would run its course.
Were you ever in
Howard's apartment?
I tried to see him there
once. He wouldn't let me in.
Mrs. Sinclair, the last
time you saw Bill Howard,
were you alone with him?
No.
Sam Green was
there when I arrived,
and he was there when I left.
You mean, you broke up with
Bill Howard in front of Sam Green?
Bill sent him into
the next room.
I was only there five minutes.
When I spoke to you at
your home, Mr. Sinclair,
you knew that Howard was dead.
How did you find out so fast?
Sam Green phoned me.
I guess he realized I
would be interested.
And how did you feel?
Well, I wasn't exactly
brokenhearted.
Mr. Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair,
I assume you'll
both be available
if we need to talk to you again.
I told him the truth.
Except for one
minor detail, my dear.
You didn't break
off with Bill Howard.
Bill Howard broke off with you.
Hi.
Anybody follow you?
So you finally
tumbled to Yoshigo.
I warned you years ago.
He's a tough giver-upper.
Sam, I put the guy in business.
I never thought
he'd do it to me.
You still in the organization?
Yeah. Bookkeeper.
Smart play.
Herman, if you don't
make your move now,
you'll wind up on the ash heap.
Have you given any
thought to my proposition?
Sam, it's... It's just too wild.
He's bound to finger me.
You're covered like a blanket.
I've got a sure-fire gimmick.
Safecracking isn't my line, Sam.
Look, I know you need cash,
but if you think
you're gonna find it
in Yoshigo's safe, you're wrong.
That much, he doesn't trust me.
I don't want cash. I
only want his books.
For the DA?
Of course for the DA.
Sam, I'm listed in
those books too.
But under a phony name, right?
Well, yeah, but...
Well, suppose the cops
put two and two together.
Where does that
leave me? In the clear.
All you have to do is
turn state's evidence.
State's evidence?
The worst that could
happen is you'll pay a fine.
No. Well, the main thing is,
Yoshigo will never be able to
finger you for the safecracking.
No, Sam, I've never done
anything like this before.
It doesn't seem right.
Herman. Wake up, Herman.
You made the guy rich.
You sweated for him 20 years
and he cuts you
off like a beggar.
What's in this for you, Sam?
My life, that's all.
I can't make a move
with Yoshigo on my back.
I've gotta put him
out of circulation.
And once he's in the
slammer and out of the way,
the junket business
will be a gold mine.
You'll be a full-time partner.
Uh...
How you gonna square
yourself with Kuang?
Herman, this is
Sam Green talking.
Would I be wasting
your time and mine
if I didn't have an angle?
Well, if Yoshigo finds
out before he's put away
he'll have my head on
a plate, Sam, yours too.
How's he gonna find out?
Oh, him or one of his enforcers
could come by the office
while we're doing...
How often does anybody
come by the office at night?
Well, not often,
but it could happen.
Herman, there's no such
thing as a deal without risk.
The idea is to play
the percentages.
Would I pick up on a proposition
with the odds against me?
I've seen odds-on favorites
go down the drain, so have you.
This isn't a horse race,
it's a deal we control.
And if we win, we're home free.
If we lose?
What's the difference?
We're dead anyway.
On the left, fibers
from the lanai railing,
On the right, fibers taken
from Howard's pants material.
Examination revealed
that the fiber on the railing
came from the pants.
Then we picked up more of
the same fiber from the rug.
Now, to cause material
to shed that way,
why he'd have to be
dragged across the floor.
Wait a minute.
Are you saying that Howard
might have been unconscious
when he was
shoved over the rail?
Definite possibility.
Well, let's make sure, Chin.
Let's make sure.
Check with the doc.
Oh, and Steve,
found some other cloth fibers
on the railing, not Howard's.
Yeah? Have you pinned it down?
Not yet.
Well, stay with it, Che. Right.
The initial brunt of the fall was
absorbed by the lumbar area:
smashed pelvis
and multiple fractures
of the cervical vertebrae.
All of this was to be expected
from the force of the impact
and the position of the body,
But, if Howard
landed on his head,
then his entire skull would have
been crushed like an eggshell.
Then how do we account
for this extremely deep
but isolated fracture?
He got it before the fall.
Then he was unconscious
before he was thrown over.
Not unconscious, dead.
Well, do we have a
fix on the weapon?
A heavy, blunt instrument
slightly more than an
inch and a quarter in width.
The wound is
deeper in the center,
indicating that the
weapon was rounded.
A man falls 15 stories,
we made it enough
to take him out.
We didn't look for weapons.
Well, we better search
the apartment again.
Yeah.
But one thing we know
for sure, it wasn't suicide.
Tiki war club,
carved in the image
of an ancient Hawaiian god.
The kama'ainas call it:
Wood that sinks in
water. Strong as iron.
But the war club
doesn't have any dust,
like the murderer was careful
to wipe it clean of any prints.
He wiped it clean
of prints, all right,
only he may not have wiped
it as clean as he thought.
Look here, Steve.
Inside the crack,
that dark stain.
Blood? Right.
Get a blood type? No, not yet.
Might take some time
with a sample this small.
Thought you might
wanna see it first.
Try for a blood type.
Get on it right away.
Danno, call the chief of
police in Youngstown, Ohio.
I want a complete
rundown on Bill Howard.
I wanna know
everything about him,
his family,
relatives, associates,
the Howard Equipment
Company, stockholders,
anybody who might
profit from his death.
And, uh, ask them
to telex it back to us.
Right.
Chin,
put Valerie Sinclair
under surveillance.
I want a line on everybody she
sees from her hairdresser on.
And I want the book
on Walter Sinclair.
Dig up everything you can,
get a court order
if you need it.
Ben, you stick with Kuang.
He's too smart to
throw us any leads,
but stick with him anyway.
Right.
Do you still want H.P.D.
to continue
surveillance on Yoshigo?
Of everybody involved,
including Yoshigo.
Okay.
Sam, I'm not cut out for this.
You sure you know
what you're doing?
Don't worry.
Look, if you think you're
gonna find money in that safe,
you're gonna be
disappointed, Sam.
Come on.
No, no, no. Wait,
wait. Close it. Close it.
Oh, boy.
Okay.
Here.
Ah...
Oh... This is our
life insurance.
Yours, maybe.
Here's yours.
Okay. Go ahead.
Hold it. Wait a minute.
I'm no soup expert.
Let's wait and see if it works.
It worked. Come on.
Somebody must know something
and I don't care
what it costs me.
I want a lead on who did this.
Lucky for you that
safe was blown.
I wouldn't put it past you,
maybe you figured it that way.
Maybe you blew the
safe just to throw me.
That brave I ain't.
Well, that's for sure.
You ain't got the moxie.
You stick around the
office and answer the phone.
Somebody might
come up with a lead.
Where will you be?
Undercover, until I
get those books back.
I've gotta shake
that cop off my tail.
Suppose I have to get in touch
with you? How do I reach you?
I'll let you know.
When I'm good and ready.
Considering what
I had to work with,
I was lucky to obtain
any blood type at all.
But it wasn't Howard's?
Definitely not.
His was O, this is B.
You know, the wood is
very sharp and splintered
along here where it's cracked.
My guess
is that the murderer
held the club,
then the force of the impact
drove the sharp ridge... Ah.
Right into his palm.
But if he saw that
his hand was cut,
he'd wipe the blood off.
Well, he probably
didn't notice it until later.
Otherwise, I doubt if he'd
leave us any blood samples.
Well, if you're right, Steve,
the murderer ought to have
a nice abrasion about here,
cutting right
across his life line.
Spoken like a prophet, Che.
A lot of Yoshigo's
notations are in code.
How does it look? Unbelievable.
Yoshigo's gonna spend
quite a long time in jail
for income tax
evasion, but get this:
He's got a couple of
boys down in the books
for services rendered.
Initials, L.G. and N.H.
Ring a bell? Mm.
Lepe Gordo and Nick
Hansen, enforcers.
They work as a team.
Yeah, they got paid by
the job, he even listed dates.
One of them is the day
O'Hara was murdered.
All right, put out an APB
for those two and for Yoshigo
with an "armed and
dangerous" caution.
What about Sam Green? Is
he still working with the DA?
Yeah. They're going
through the other ledger.
Tell him to come here
as soon as he finishes,
and phone the Sinclairs.
I wanna see them
right away. Okay.
Central, Ben Kokua again.
Car 3 requesting support units.
Trailing a rental brown sedan,
license number 4-Echo-7442.
Proceeding west
on Ala Wai Avenue,
now passing Kalakaua Street.
Probable destination,
Honolulu Airport.
Stay right there.
Hold it. Five-0.
Come on out, Kuang.
You can't stop us,
we're Korean nationals.
We've got a plane to
catch. Yeah, you do.
Then you've definitely
established it was murder?
McGARRETT: Definitely.
Now, I understand that
you're retired, Mr. Sinclair,
but that you've managed to
keep active in the stock market
and a few other real
estate deals, is that correct?
Oh, yes.
Do you ever have
occasion to use cash
in any of those transactions?
Not usually.
I asked you a specific question.
No. Never.
I see that you're wearing
gloves, Mrs. Sinclair.
Isn't that unusual
for a lady in Hawaii?
You mind taking them off?
I beg your pardon?
Would you mind
taking your gloves off?
Do what the man says, my dear.
Palms up.
I didn't know you went in for
palm reading, Mr. McGarrett.
Oh, I have all sorts
of interesting hobbies.
I'd like to see yours too.
Sure.
Thank you.
Now maybe you can tell us
what the future has in store.
I have enough trouble
handling the present.
Hi, Steve. Come in.
Do you know each other?
You came up with
some very interesting
information on Yoshigo.
How'd you happen
to stumble on it?
Well, I just went out to
pick up my morning paper
and there, right on my
doorstep, were these books.
You could've knocked
me over with a feather.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Those ledgers made our
case against Yoshigo, Sam.
Congratulations.
You through with the digits?
No, not quite.
What...? What's with
all the hand-wrestling?
How did you get that abrasion?
That scratch?
I really don't remember.
Ever see this before?
That?
Yeah, sure. It was in
Howard's apartment.
Oh, that's where
I got the scratch.
Howard was showing it to me,
and I grabbed it by the handle.
You see? There's a rough edge.
It's an interesting gizmo.
I guess it's what
you call an artifact.
It's also what they
call a murder weapon.
This is the club that
killed Bill Howard.
That thing?
But I thought he fell out the...
You think that I...?
Steve, this is me, Sam Green.
It's not my kind of game.
Yes, Jenny?
Ask Ben to hold off a minute.
Now,
what were you saying?
Okay, I'll give
you the clincher.
There's no point in
holding back anymore.
I wouldn't have
any possible motive
for killing Howard
because he paid off.
He paid me and I paid Kuang.
Look, don't hassle me.
What do you think you're
doing? You can't do this to me.
I picked him up on
the way to the airport.
He was booked on
a flight back to Korea.
Boy, am I glad to see you.
Tell them, Kuang.
Tell them I paid you off.
He paid me, all right.
And my business
here is finished,
that's why I was leaving.
He paid you $120,000?
To the penny.
You can count it.
You had this money all the
time and you never told me?
What do you want from me, Steve?
I've been a bookie for 20 years.
You think it's possible
to quit just like that
without still trying
to play the odds?
All right, I had an angle.
I made Howard a short price,
I didn't give him a chance.
Lots of people had
good reasons to kill him.
So why should I rush to pay off?
I figured if Howard was bumped,
Kuang would
easily settle for half.
Yeah, and leaving
you with 60,000, huh?
Yeah.
Only Kuang was too smart.
He insisted on payment in full.
Why? Fifty cents on the dollar
is a good settlement
from a dead man, isn't it?
Sam was doing the
paying, he wasn't dead.
If he was ready to
cough up 60,000,
it was better than even
money he was holding the rest.
I'm a professional, McGarrett,
it's my business to know
when a man is bluffing.
Okay, okay, so I was bluffing.
Where did you get
the money, Sam?
From Howard.
Is that a fact?
Yeah.
I have a telex here
from the chief of police
of Youngstown, Ohio.
The only connection
between Howard
and the Howard Equipment
Company is the family name.
He's long since gambled away
all of his stock and
all of his interest.
Howard couldn't raise
$120 let alone $120,000.
Howard paid me.
Where else could I lay my
hands on that kind of money?
Any comment, Mr. Sinclair?
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
You withdrew $120,000 in cash
from the National
Mercantile Bank in Honolulu.
Pretty stupid, wasn't it, to
withdraw the exact amount?
The bank wrappers
are still on the money.
Sam's a friend of mine.
He was in trouble, I
helped him out with a loan.
Sure.
Sinclair paid you
to kill Howard, Sam.
Oh, come on, Steve. I
was right here in your office
when your own man saw
Howard fall off that lanai.
That's true. And very
neatly arranged too.
You were the only
one Howard trusted,
you were the only one
who could get close to him.
And you waited your time
and bashed his skull in.
Now let me
reconstruct it for you.
Sinclair took the
elevator to the floor below,
then walked up
a set of fire stairs.
You let him in.
Then you both dragged the
body across the floor to the lanai.
Then you propped it up
so that Sinclair could hold it
while you rushed to my
office to establish an alibi.
You waited
approximately 20 minutes,
as arranged, and then
you pushed the body over.
Then you took the
same fire stairs down,
took the elevator to the lobby.
I can tell you what
you were wearing
in Howard's apartment.
You had a striped jacket,
blue and white, and blue slacks.
We picked them
up in your closet.
We applied for a search warrant
as soon as we found out
about your cash withdrawal.
You see, we found
a couple of different
cloth fibers on the lanai.
Now, I'll lay you a good price,
as soon as the
lab report comes in,
they'll match your outfit.
Would you like to
make a statement?
As long as he lived,
Valerie and Howard.
She couldn't keep away from him.
I paid Sam to get rid of him.
I'd pay ten times that
amount to keep my wife.
You murdered him.
And we both know why.
Because he gave me
what you never could,
you old, old man.
Val.
That was good work, McGarrett.
Now, if you don't mind,
I may still have time
to catch my plane.
You can leave, but
the money stays.
I'm impounding it.
You can't do that.
It's my money.
That was money paid for
the commission of a felony.
Now, you can file
a claim if you like,
but I don't think it'll
do you any good.
We'll see about that.
I've got lawyers.
Ben, book Sam, murder one.
Have Danno pick up Yoshigo
for the murder of Jim O'Hara.
Right.
Steve.
Steve, I drew some rough cards.
It was the only way I
could play out the hand.
You overplayed it, Sam.
Murder.
No percentage.
Away on a junket.
Vegas or Korea?
In Seoul.
That's Korea.
Yoshigo's got no beef with me.
I've got nothing to do with
that end of the business.
Sam handles it all.
Look, you're his
partner, aren't you?
You get a cut.
Sure, but I don't mess
with gambling junkets.
Hey, what's the idea?
The light hurts my eyes.
Look, I don't know what
this is all about, honest.
But if you fellas got
a message for Sam...
Yeah, we got a message.
Died as a result of a beating.
He used brass knuckles.
Danny, Sam's got the wallet.
It's got $67 in it.
The name on the driver's
license is James O'Hara.
That's O'Hara, all right.
Anybody see anything?
Well, the guy in the
dry-cleaning shop next door
heard the noise
and phoned H.P.D.
He said he saw
two men running off.
Get any descriptions?
Well, he claims they
turned the corner
before he could get a good look.
All right.
Sounds like he's trying
to keep his nose clean.
Yeah, try him again, Ben.
No sandbags, no
weapons, just knucks.
Looks that way.
Of course. It's
gotta be Yoshigo.
That guy had all the
gambling in Hawaii locked up
until Sam started his
charter-airline junkets.
Exactly. Between our
giving Yoshigo a hard time
and Sam Green siphoning off
the cream of his customers
these past few months,
Yoshigo must be
out a small fortune.
He's obviously not the
guy to hold still for it.
Bring him in? Yeah,
waste of time anyway.
We can't hold him,
and if we know Yoshigo
he's got himself
a cast-iron alibi.
Danno... I know,
keep the pressure on.
That's right.
Have H.P.D. step up the
raids on his bookie joints.
Break up his crap games and
keep rousting his operators.
Right.
Sam's gonna be pretty shook
when he hears about O'Hara.
When is he due in? Ten
o'clock tomorrow morning.
I can cable him in Seoul.
He's at the Heavenly
Gate Casino.
McGARRETT: No,
just have Chin and Ben
meet his plane at the
airport when he gets in.
We can hold off till then.
He's got his hands
full with that junket.
Don't you ever turn up
anything but a ten card?
Did you hear me, boy?
I hear you, Mr. Howard.
I'm raising the ante
to 10,000 a slot.
I'll need the manager's
permission, sir.
Well, get it.
Excuse me.
I just want to remind
you, Mr. Howard,
our plane takes off
for Hawaii in an hour.
It's a charter, Sam.
It can leave any
time you want it to.
The time's already
filed with our flight plan,
and the other
customers are ready.
Kuang.
Can I help you, Mr. Howard?
I'm out 80,000 bucks.
I wanna raise the ante.
The house limit is 500 a slot.
We raised it to 5,000 as
a personal favor to you.
Make it 10,000.
All right, accommodate
the gentleman.
And I want 60,000 in chips.
We already hold your
marker for 60,000.
That's right. I
want 60,000 more.
A hundred and twenty thousand
is a large sum of
money, Mr. Howard.
I'm not alone in this place.
I am responsible to my partners.
Look, Kuang, do I get the dough,
or do I have to buy
up this crummy joint?
Okay, Sam?
Are you asking this
ex-bookie to vouch for me?
He brought you here.
It's his junket.
Bill Howard's one of the
richest men in America.
Howard Equipment, it's
listed on the exchange.
Are you saying he's
good for the money?
Did I ever bring you a deadbeat?
I want your personal
assurance, Sam.
Okay.
Okay.
Stick with me, baby.
You know, this
is getting boring.
Why don't we go up to the room
and get a little rest
before the flight back?
I'm not tired.
My wife seems to have developed
a sudden interest in blackjack.
She's not the only one.
Insurance?
You're the big know-it-all.
What's the play?
You've got six good
hands to protect.
The boot's rich in tens.
Percentage calls for
you to pay the insurance.
Always play the
percentage, huh, Sam?
Because you got no guts,
I should borrow another 30
grand for insurance money?
No insurance.
Blackjack.
Another ten? I don't believe it.
Take it easy. Don't
tell me to take it easy.
I know when I'm being swindled.
Be reasonable. I told you
the boot was rich in tens.
Butt out. I know
whose side you're on.
Something bothering
you, Mr. Howard?
Yeah, you got a crooked dealer
and you run a crooked game.
You're all excited.
I advise you to calm down.
I've been cheated and I
want everyone to know it.
Nobody cheated you, Mr. Howard.
Bill, please... Get out of here.
Look, you may
scare a lot of people,
but you don't scare me.
I'll show you
what I think of you.
And there's your 120 grand.
You can whistle for it.
Don't worry, Kuang.
He's a little upset,
but he'll pay up.
I'm not worried, Sam.
You said you were good for him.
He's your worry now.
Now arriving from
Seoul, Korea. Gate 14.
O'Hara.
Old O'Hara.
Poor little guy.
He never hurt anybody
in his whole life.
Sorry, Sam.
That's the way it happened.
They weren't after
O'Hara, they were after me.
If I hadn't talked him into
taking me in as a partner,
he'd be alive today.
Don't blame yourself, Sam.
O'Hara went into this
thing with his eyes open.
He said he understood the risks,
but he thought I
was exaggerating.
You see, he didn't
know it was poison
to be associated
with a guy like me.
See, I used to work for Yoshigo
as a bookie and I know him.
If he was really after you,
why didn't he wait
till you got back?
I don't know.
Yoshigo might be thinking
of going in the junket
business himself
with me as a partner.
He like you that much? No.
But he needs a bonded
travel agency, same as I did.
Yoshigo couldn't get a
license to run a hot-dog stand.
You're not so dumb as to go
into business with Yoshigo?
Are you kidding?
Well, it looks like I
either wind up dead broke
or just plain dead.
So I'm gonna make a phone call
and I'd like you
guys to hear it.
Now what's the angle?
There's only one angle after
what happened to O'Hara.
Hello?
Yoshigo, this is Sam Green.
Really?
How are you, Sam?
I haven't seen you
for a long, long time.
Yeah, it's, uh,
been a long time.
I got your message.
Message? Heh.
What message?
I'm just calling to let you know
I'm quitting the
travel-agent business,
junkets, gambling,
the whole schmeer.
Oh, that's a shame.
I thought you enjoyed
booking those junkets.
Not anymore.
By the way, uh,
I'm sorry to hear
about your partner.
You got all my sympathy.
Thanks.
I found out about it when Five-0
called me in for questioning.
Now, why do you suppose
they'd do a thing like that?
I can't imagine.
You want police protection?
I don't need police protection.
I need $120,000.
Hi. How are you?
I could use a one-eyed jack.
It's only been
three days, Kuang.
Just give me a little more
time to work on Howard.
A judge gives time.
I'm not a judge.
What do you expect me
to do, knock the guy off?
That might be a small
point in your favor.
Oh, you know better, Kuang.
When a man's alive you
have a chance to get paid.
When he's dead,
he's no longer solvent.
Maybe.
But it sets a good example.
And please keep in mind, Sam,
even if something drastic
should happen to Howard,
you would still be
responsible for the money.
Now, Kuang...
It's not up to me, Sam.
I'm only one tiny cog
in a very big syndicate.
But personally, you know
I love you like a brother.
I'll see Howard again
today. I'll try to get the money.
Don't try. Get it.
Uh-uh.
Play for the flush.
More percentage.
We can't give Howard protection
unless he requests it himself.
You can't request it for him.
I'm asking you to
prevent a murder.
Look, Steve, I
just left the guy.
He's laying himself wide open.
All right, give me the facts.
Three days ago in Seoul,
I didn't give Howard
a chance to stay alive.
Now the odds have
gone down even more.
Yeah, we spotted Kuang
and his two roosters,
but they haven't
made a move so far.
They moved into Howard's hotel.
That wasn't very bright.
If anything happens to Howard,
Kuang is number-one suspect.
Look, Yoshigo has
even more to gain.
Steve, don't pin
me down to a name,
but a friend of mine heard
Yoshigo state positively
that Howard would not pay off.
How could Yoshigo be so sure?
Are you saying that he
intends to make sure?
That's it.
Jenny, find Danny
Williams for me.
Do I read you right?
Here you are,
in the business of taking people
on glamorous gambling
junkets to Korea.
Everything is on the house.
But Yoshigo is hurting.
No one wants to
stay here and gamble
and be hassled by the cops.
But what?
What if a prominent citizen
like Howard is murdered
after welshing on a
gambling debt in Korea?
What happens to
all the glamour then?
The word gets around that
it's just another dirty business
run by some racketeers, huh?
No more junkets and Yoshigo
is back in the big money.
Is that what you're saying?
That's precisely
what I mean, Steve.
McGarrett.
You looking for me, Steve?
Yeah, Danno.
Get over to the Hawaiian
Towers, penthouse apartment.
Contact Bill Howard there.
Offer him 24-hour
police protection.
If he balks, let me know.
Thanks, Steve.
That sure takes a
load off my mind.
Oh, one more question.
If you're really getting
out of the junket business,
why are you so
interested in Howard?
I'm worried exactly
120 grand's worth.
If he doesn't pay off, I'm hit.
McGarrett.
Yes, Danno.
What?
On my way.
We figured right.
Chin, let's go.
McGARRETT: Our guys do this?
We had to, Steve.
The door has a
special pickproof lock.
Mr. Mehala gave us permission.
Are you the manager? Yes, sir.
Don't you have a
duplicate set of keys?
Not for Mr. Howard's apartment.
He had his own locks installed.
Locks? You mean
there's more than one?
Yeah, he put another lock on
the door leading to the fire stairs.
You'll have a hard time
breaking that one down.
Anything, Che?
Can't tell yet.
Did you furnish this
apartment or did Mr. Howard?
We did. We are very
proud of our décor.
Do you notice anything
missing or out of place?
Not as far as I can see.
Now, anyone visiting Mr. Howard
would have to use the
penthouse elevator, is that correct?
Yes, sir. Mr. Howard
was very fussy
about having the
doorman announcing them.
Did he have any callers today?
Mr. Green. He
came by quite often.
McGARRETT: No one else, huh?
Well, uh, Mrs. Sinclair.
What's her full name?
Mrs. Walter Sinclair.
Was she with her husband? No.
What time did she come by?
Shortly before 11.
That's about a half an
hour before it happened.
Yes, sir. Mr. McGarrett,
I checked with the doorman.
He said Mrs. Sinclair
stayed only ten minutes.
Oh, thank you, Wendall.
You're gonna make detective yet.
Anyone else?
Those were about
the only two visitors
Mr. Howard would allow in.
There were others who tried
to see him from time to time.
Some wouldn't leave their names.
How about one of
your other guests?
Uh, Mr. Kuang?
I believe Mr. Kuang
did ask the doorman
to announce him
when he first arrived.
That was three days ago.
And what happened?
As I understand it,
he was refused in a most
uncomplimentary manner.
Danno, find Mrs. Sinclair.
Find out what she has to say.
Right.
Che, go over this place
with a fine-toothed comb.
Every square inch of it.
- Right, Steve.
Wendall, when Che is finished,
I want this apartment sealed
and a man on the
door around the clock.
Yes, sir. MEHALA: Mr. McGarrett.
Who's gonna pay for that door?
Well, why don't
you send us a bill?
Here's the list.
It's a second call, so lean
on them if you have to,
but don't total anybody.
The relatives resent it.
I don't like carrying
them on the books.
Well, it just says "services."
It don't say what kind.
Anyway, who sees the
books other than you or me?
Yeah, I guess you're right.
How much we off this month?
About the same as last.
About 70,000.
Oh, it'll pick up.
Well, we've seen
the last of the junkets.
Even if Sam wanted
to, he couldn't go back.
Yoshigo, you've got enough,
even without Sam's business.
I don't want enough.
I want it all.
Including the 25 percent
you promised me?
That's not what I meant.
I think you did.
Yoshigo, I've
waited long enough.
I want that partnership you
promised me. Starting now.
Now? With McGarrett
breathing down my neck
like a ton of bricks?
McGarrett can crack
down all he wants.
The gamblers can't
get off this island.
They've gotta come
to you for action.
Yeah, we'll discuss it later.
No, we'll discuss it now.
Heh. You're pretty
brave all of a sudden.
No, I'm not... I'm not brave.
I, uh...
I only know that you
happen to need me.
Also, I use my head.
I wondered what made you
so sure Howard wouldn't pay off.
Now I think I know why.
What are you getting at?
You were in Howard's hotel
just about the time
it all happened.
Police might like to know
what you were doing there.
You tailed me?
I have to protect my 25 percent.
You moron.
Uh... Forget I opened my mouth.
Forget?
Forget?
You want in as a partner
and you're trying
to blackmail me?
Herman, I've got news for you.
You just lost yourself
a fat 25 percent.
B-But you promised me.
And you blew it.
I don't think you ever
intended to cut me in.
You've just been stringing
me along all these years.
Just... Just waiting
for an excuse.
I don't need an excuse.
I set up this whole
package for you.
I lined up the men, I
divided the districts.
That's too far back to remember.
And as of now,
you're only my
bookkeeper. Period.
My wife has told me
everything, Mr. Williams.
You're free to ask
about anything you want.
I was gonna break up with
Bill Howard before this...
This terrible thing happened.
I only went up there to tell
him it was all over between us.
How did he take it?
Pardon? When you told him.
If you're thinking he killed
himself on my account,
I don't flatter myself that
I meant that much to him.
Nobody did.
All right, tell me how you
happened to meet him.
Through me.
It was on one of Sam
Green's gambling junkets.
My wife didn't wish
to go, but I insisted.
That was about six months ago.
It was just a stupid,
silly infatuation.
Did you suspect that
there was anything between
your wife and Bill Howard?
I've known about
it for some time.
And you did nothing? Why?
You're a young
man, Mr. Williams.
I happen to love
my wife very much.
I didn't wanna lose her.
I didn't want to force her
into some foolish action.
Such as? Picking
up and leaving me.
I knew this thing
would run its course.
Were you ever in
Howard's apartment?
I tried to see him there
once. He wouldn't let me in.
Mrs. Sinclair, the last
time you saw Bill Howard,
were you alone with him?
No.
Sam Green was
there when I arrived,
and he was there when I left.
You mean, you broke up with
Bill Howard in front of Sam Green?
Bill sent him into
the next room.
I was only there five minutes.
When I spoke to you at
your home, Mr. Sinclair,
you knew that Howard was dead.
How did you find out so fast?
Sam Green phoned me.
I guess he realized I
would be interested.
And how did you feel?
Well, I wasn't exactly
brokenhearted.
Mr. Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair,
I assume you'll
both be available
if we need to talk to you again.
I told him the truth.
Except for one
minor detail, my dear.
You didn't break
off with Bill Howard.
Bill Howard broke off with you.
Hi.
Anybody follow you?
So you finally
tumbled to Yoshigo.
I warned you years ago.
He's a tough giver-upper.
Sam, I put the guy in business.
I never thought
he'd do it to me.
You still in the organization?
Yeah. Bookkeeper.
Smart play.
Herman, if you don't
make your move now,
you'll wind up on the ash heap.
Have you given any
thought to my proposition?
Sam, it's... It's just too wild.
He's bound to finger me.
You're covered like a blanket.
I've got a sure-fire gimmick.
Safecracking isn't my line, Sam.
Look, I know you need cash,
but if you think
you're gonna find it
in Yoshigo's safe, you're wrong.
That much, he doesn't trust me.
I don't want cash. I
only want his books.
For the DA?
Of course for the DA.
Sam, I'm listed in
those books too.
But under a phony name, right?
Well, yeah, but...
Well, suppose the cops
put two and two together.
Where does that
leave me? In the clear.
All you have to do is
turn state's evidence.
State's evidence?
The worst that could
happen is you'll pay a fine.
No. Well, the main thing is,
Yoshigo will never be able to
finger you for the safecracking.
No, Sam, I've never done
anything like this before.
It doesn't seem right.
Herman. Wake up, Herman.
You made the guy rich.
You sweated for him 20 years
and he cuts you
off like a beggar.
What's in this for you, Sam?
My life, that's all.
I can't make a move
with Yoshigo on my back.
I've gotta put him
out of circulation.
And once he's in the
slammer and out of the way,
the junket business
will be a gold mine.
You'll be a full-time partner.
Uh...
How you gonna square
yourself with Kuang?
Herman, this is
Sam Green talking.
Would I be wasting
your time and mine
if I didn't have an angle?
Well, if Yoshigo finds
out before he's put away
he'll have my head on
a plate, Sam, yours too.
How's he gonna find out?
Oh, him or one of his enforcers
could come by the office
while we're doing...
How often does anybody
come by the office at night?
Well, not often,
but it could happen.
Herman, there's no such
thing as a deal without risk.
The idea is to play
the percentages.
Would I pick up on a proposition
with the odds against me?
I've seen odds-on favorites
go down the drain, so have you.
This isn't a horse race,
it's a deal we control.
And if we win, we're home free.
If we lose?
What's the difference?
We're dead anyway.
On the left, fibers
from the lanai railing,
On the right, fibers taken
from Howard's pants material.
Examination revealed
that the fiber on the railing
came from the pants.
Then we picked up more of
the same fiber from the rug.
Now, to cause material
to shed that way,
why he'd have to be
dragged across the floor.
Wait a minute.
Are you saying that Howard
might have been unconscious
when he was
shoved over the rail?
Definite possibility.
Well, let's make sure, Chin.
Let's make sure.
Check with the doc.
Oh, and Steve,
found some other cloth fibers
on the railing, not Howard's.
Yeah? Have you pinned it down?
Not yet.
Well, stay with it, Che. Right.
The initial brunt of the fall was
absorbed by the lumbar area:
smashed pelvis
and multiple fractures
of the cervical vertebrae.
All of this was to be expected
from the force of the impact
and the position of the body,
But, if Howard
landed on his head,
then his entire skull would have
been crushed like an eggshell.
Then how do we account
for this extremely deep
but isolated fracture?
He got it before the fall.
Then he was unconscious
before he was thrown over.
Not unconscious, dead.
Well, do we have a
fix on the weapon?
A heavy, blunt instrument
slightly more than an
inch and a quarter in width.
The wound is
deeper in the center,
indicating that the
weapon was rounded.
A man falls 15 stories,
we made it enough
to take him out.
We didn't look for weapons.
Well, we better search
the apartment again.
Yeah.
But one thing we know
for sure, it wasn't suicide.
Tiki war club,
carved in the image
of an ancient Hawaiian god.
The kama'ainas call it:
Wood that sinks in
water. Strong as iron.
But the war club
doesn't have any dust,
like the murderer was careful
to wipe it clean of any prints.
He wiped it clean
of prints, all right,
only he may not have wiped
it as clean as he thought.
Look here, Steve.
Inside the crack,
that dark stain.
Blood? Right.
Get a blood type? No, not yet.
Might take some time
with a sample this small.
Thought you might
wanna see it first.
Try for a blood type.
Get on it right away.
Danno, call the chief of
police in Youngstown, Ohio.
I want a complete
rundown on Bill Howard.
I wanna know
everything about him,
his family,
relatives, associates,
the Howard Equipment
Company, stockholders,
anybody who might
profit from his death.
And, uh, ask them
to telex it back to us.
Right.
Chin,
put Valerie Sinclair
under surveillance.
I want a line on everybody she
sees from her hairdresser on.
And I want the book
on Walter Sinclair.
Dig up everything you can,
get a court order
if you need it.
Ben, you stick with Kuang.
He's too smart to
throw us any leads,
but stick with him anyway.
Right.
Do you still want H.P.D.
to continue
surveillance on Yoshigo?
Of everybody involved,
including Yoshigo.
Okay.
Sam, I'm not cut out for this.
You sure you know
what you're doing?
Don't worry.
Look, if you think you're
gonna find money in that safe,
you're gonna be
disappointed, Sam.
Come on.
No, no, no. Wait,
wait. Close it. Close it.
Oh, boy.
Okay.
Here.
Ah...
Oh... This is our
life insurance.
Yours, maybe.
Here's yours.
Okay. Go ahead.
Hold it. Wait a minute.
I'm no soup expert.
Let's wait and see if it works.
It worked. Come on.
Somebody must know something
and I don't care
what it costs me.
I want a lead on who did this.
Lucky for you that
safe was blown.
I wouldn't put it past you,
maybe you figured it that way.
Maybe you blew the
safe just to throw me.
That brave I ain't.
Well, that's for sure.
You ain't got the moxie.
You stick around the
office and answer the phone.
Somebody might
come up with a lead.
Where will you be?
Undercover, until I
get those books back.
I've gotta shake
that cop off my tail.
Suppose I have to get in touch
with you? How do I reach you?
I'll let you know.
When I'm good and ready.
Considering what
I had to work with,
I was lucky to obtain
any blood type at all.
But it wasn't Howard's?
Definitely not.
His was O, this is B.
You know, the wood is
very sharp and splintered
along here where it's cracked.
My guess
is that the murderer
held the club,
then the force of the impact
drove the sharp ridge... Ah.
Right into his palm.
But if he saw that
his hand was cut,
he'd wipe the blood off.
Well, he probably
didn't notice it until later.
Otherwise, I doubt if he'd
leave us any blood samples.
Well, if you're right, Steve,
the murderer ought to have
a nice abrasion about here,
cutting right
across his life line.
Spoken like a prophet, Che.
A lot of Yoshigo's
notations are in code.
How does it look? Unbelievable.
Yoshigo's gonna spend
quite a long time in jail
for income tax
evasion, but get this:
He's got a couple of
boys down in the books
for services rendered.
Initials, L.G. and N.H.
Ring a bell? Mm.
Lepe Gordo and Nick
Hansen, enforcers.
They work as a team.
Yeah, they got paid by
the job, he even listed dates.
One of them is the day
O'Hara was murdered.
All right, put out an APB
for those two and for Yoshigo
with an "armed and
dangerous" caution.
What about Sam Green? Is
he still working with the DA?
Yeah. They're going
through the other ledger.
Tell him to come here
as soon as he finishes,
and phone the Sinclairs.
I wanna see them
right away. Okay.
Central, Ben Kokua again.
Car 3 requesting support units.
Trailing a rental brown sedan,
license number 4-Echo-7442.
Proceeding west
on Ala Wai Avenue,
now passing Kalakaua Street.
Probable destination,
Honolulu Airport.
Stay right there.
Hold it. Five-0.
Come on out, Kuang.
You can't stop us,
we're Korean nationals.
We've got a plane to
catch. Yeah, you do.
Then you've definitely
established it was murder?
McGARRETT: Definitely.
Now, I understand that
you're retired, Mr. Sinclair,
but that you've managed to
keep active in the stock market
and a few other real
estate deals, is that correct?
Oh, yes.
Do you ever have
occasion to use cash
in any of those transactions?
Not usually.
I asked you a specific question.
No. Never.
I see that you're wearing
gloves, Mrs. Sinclair.
Isn't that unusual
for a lady in Hawaii?
You mind taking them off?
I beg your pardon?
Would you mind
taking your gloves off?
Do what the man says, my dear.
Palms up.
I didn't know you went in for
palm reading, Mr. McGarrett.
Oh, I have all sorts
of interesting hobbies.
I'd like to see yours too.
Sure.
Thank you.
Now maybe you can tell us
what the future has in store.
I have enough trouble
handling the present.
Hi, Steve. Come in.
Do you know each other?
You came up with
some very interesting
information on Yoshigo.
How'd you happen
to stumble on it?
Well, I just went out to
pick up my morning paper
and there, right on my
doorstep, were these books.
You could've knocked
me over with a feather.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Those ledgers made our
case against Yoshigo, Sam.
Congratulations.
You through with the digits?
No, not quite.
What...? What's with
all the hand-wrestling?
How did you get that abrasion?
That scratch?
I really don't remember.
Ever see this before?
That?
Yeah, sure. It was in
Howard's apartment.
Oh, that's where
I got the scratch.
Howard was showing it to me,
and I grabbed it by the handle.
You see? There's a rough edge.
It's an interesting gizmo.
I guess it's what
you call an artifact.
It's also what they
call a murder weapon.
This is the club that
killed Bill Howard.
That thing?
But I thought he fell out the...
You think that I...?
Steve, this is me, Sam Green.
It's not my kind of game.
Yes, Jenny?
Ask Ben to hold off a minute.
Now,
what were you saying?
Okay, I'll give
you the clincher.
There's no point in
holding back anymore.
I wouldn't have
any possible motive
for killing Howard
because he paid off.
He paid me and I paid Kuang.
Look, don't hassle me.
What do you think you're
doing? You can't do this to me.
I picked him up on
the way to the airport.
He was booked on
a flight back to Korea.
Boy, am I glad to see you.
Tell them, Kuang.
Tell them I paid you off.
He paid me, all right.
And my business
here is finished,
that's why I was leaving.
He paid you $120,000?
To the penny.
You can count it.
You had this money all the
time and you never told me?
What do you want from me, Steve?
I've been a bookie for 20 years.
You think it's possible
to quit just like that
without still trying
to play the odds?
All right, I had an angle.
I made Howard a short price,
I didn't give him a chance.
Lots of people had
good reasons to kill him.
So why should I rush to pay off?
I figured if Howard was bumped,
Kuang would
easily settle for half.
Yeah, and leaving
you with 60,000, huh?
Yeah.
Only Kuang was too smart.
He insisted on payment in full.
Why? Fifty cents on the dollar
is a good settlement
from a dead man, isn't it?
Sam was doing the
paying, he wasn't dead.
If he was ready to
cough up 60,000,
it was better than even
money he was holding the rest.
I'm a professional, McGarrett,
it's my business to know
when a man is bluffing.
Okay, okay, so I was bluffing.
Where did you get
the money, Sam?
From Howard.
Is that a fact?
Yeah.
I have a telex here
from the chief of police
of Youngstown, Ohio.
The only connection
between Howard
and the Howard Equipment
Company is the family name.
He's long since gambled away
all of his stock and
all of his interest.
Howard couldn't raise
$120 let alone $120,000.
Howard paid me.
Where else could I lay my
hands on that kind of money?
Any comment, Mr. Sinclair?
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
You withdrew $120,000 in cash
from the National
Mercantile Bank in Honolulu.
Pretty stupid, wasn't it, to
withdraw the exact amount?
The bank wrappers
are still on the money.
Sam's a friend of mine.
He was in trouble, I
helped him out with a loan.
Sure.
Sinclair paid you
to kill Howard, Sam.
Oh, come on, Steve. I
was right here in your office
when your own man saw
Howard fall off that lanai.
That's true. And very
neatly arranged too.
You were the only
one Howard trusted,
you were the only one
who could get close to him.
And you waited your time
and bashed his skull in.
Now let me
reconstruct it for you.
Sinclair took the
elevator to the floor below,
then walked up
a set of fire stairs.
You let him in.
Then you both dragged the
body across the floor to the lanai.
Then you propped it up
so that Sinclair could hold it
while you rushed to my
office to establish an alibi.
You waited
approximately 20 minutes,
as arranged, and then
you pushed the body over.
Then you took the
same fire stairs down,
took the elevator to the lobby.
I can tell you what
you were wearing
in Howard's apartment.
You had a striped jacket,
blue and white, and blue slacks.
We picked them
up in your closet.
We applied for a search warrant
as soon as we found out
about your cash withdrawal.
You see, we found
a couple of different
cloth fibers on the lanai.
Now, I'll lay you a good price,
as soon as the
lab report comes in,
they'll match your outfit.
Would you like to
make a statement?
As long as he lived,
Valerie and Howard.
She couldn't keep away from him.
I paid Sam to get rid of him.
I'd pay ten times that
amount to keep my wife.
You murdered him.
And we both know why.
Because he gave me
what you never could,
you old, old man.
Val.
That was good work, McGarrett.
Now, if you don't mind,
I may still have time
to catch my plane.
You can leave, but
the money stays.
I'm impounding it.
You can't do that.
It's my money.
That was money paid for
the commission of a felony.
Now, you can file
a claim if you like,
but I don't think it'll
do you any good.
We'll see about that.
I've got lawyers.
Ben, book Sam, murder one.
Have Danno pick up Yoshigo
for the murder of Jim O'Hara.
Right.
Steve.
Steve, I drew some rough cards.
It was the only way I
could play out the hand.
You overplayed it, Sam.
Murder.
No percentage.