Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 24 - Jury of One - full transcript

McGARRETT: And when I
arrived at the hospital I was informed

that Harry Gifford had
no chance of surviving.

I went to Mr. Gifford's room.

He told me he wanted
to make a statement.

Was Mr. Gifford aware
of his impending death?

Well, I assume he was.

I wasn't present when the
doctor informed him of it.

Were you alone with Mr. Gifford

at the time that he
made his statement?

No.

No, the attending physician



and the nurse on
duty were present.

All right.

Now, Mr. McGarrett,

in his final declaration to you,

did Mr. Gifford name the person

who inflicted the fatal
injuries upon him?

He did.

Who was it?

He named the defendant.

Curt Lucas.

Now, Mr. McGarrett.

I would like to
clarify one point.

The defendant's motive as
ascribed to him by Mr. Gifford.

Now, he stated that Mr. Lucas
beat him and then shot him



because he was unable to repay

money he had borrowed
from the defendant.

Ten thousand dollars, I believe.

Plus the juice, Mr. Mills.

The juice, as it's referred
to in street parlance.

That's the interest
doubled and redoubled,

which made the
debt over $30,000.

Then my next question is,

did Mr. Gifford explain

what the defendant
hoped to accomplish

by the beating and shooting?

He didn't explain it to me.

Well, Mr. McGarrett,

since Mr. Lucas
could hardly expect

to collect from a dead
man, wouldn't you say

that he had no motive
whatsoever for killing Gifford?

Objection.

He's asking an
opinion of the witness.

Objection sustained.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

You may step down.

The state calls Mr. Che Fong.

What's this all about, Artie?

Drive somewhere
private, McGarrett.

I don't want nobody
to see us talkin'.

Especially not one
of Curt Lucas' boys.

I got something to tell you.

Something about Lucas' trial.

Okay, Artie.

Let's have it.

Look, I just made the street
this morning, you know.

I been in city jail
on a disorderly.

Well, a couple of days
ago I heard something.

Just talk, you
understand, just breeze.

About Lucas.

Yeah, what about him?

That he ain't
gonna be convicted.

Not this time around, anyway.

And you know why?

Because Lucas has got one of
the guys on the jury right here.

That's right.
Wired, made, fixed.

That jury's gonna be hung
so high it's gonna go into orbit.

Ha-ha. Orbit.

Mr. Fong, can you
identify the photograph

you now have in your hand?

I can.

It is one of several heel
prints of a man's shoe

found in the foyer of
Harry Gifford's apartment.

The floor is parquet.

It was dusty. I found
several clear impressions.

All right, now, I'll show
you this one, if you please.

This was taken in the
Hawaii Five-0 crime laboratory.

It is of the heel of the
shoe taken from the home

of the defendant and
identified as belonging to him.

And comparing the two,
what was your conclusion?

That they are identical.

Thank you.

Come on, Artie.

Come on.

You must have heard something.

Who was it?

Nobody exactly told me.

You know how the grapevine is.

Everybody knows something.

And nobody knows
exactly how he knows.

And there were no
names mentioned?

No, I swear it.

Just that Lucas has got
one of the guys in the jury

in his pocket.

There are seven
women on that jury, Artie,

and you keep saying
one of the guys.

That's the way I heard it.

That it's one of the men?

Yeah.

Look, I try to do
you guys a favor

and you treat me like some
kind of a criminal or something.

I've always been
straight with the cops.

They aren't straight with me,

unless they're tryin' to put
me in jail or something, and I...

Thanks, Artie, I appreciate it.

One last question, Mr. Fong.

From your examination
of the heel print

in Mr. Gifford's apartment,

were you able to establish
when it was made?

No.

Then it could have
been made hours before

the shooting of Mr. Gifford?

Yes.

Thank you.

We'll stand adjourned
until 10 tomorrow morning.

John. Steve.

Let's get out of here.
I've got to talk to you.

I don't believe it.

Artie Boland's always
had some story to peddle

whenever he needs a drink.

The thirstier he is, the
wilder the story, huh?

You know him.

McGARRETT: Yeah,
I know him, John.

I also know Curt Lucas is smart.

He's smart enough to know
you've got a solid case against him.

His only hope of winning
it is to stall for time,

and that's what a hung
jury would give him.

You're thinking
of those witnesses

we have under
protective custody.

Exactly.

If he won a new trial it
would be two months,

maybe longer, before
the case ever came up.

That's a dangerously long time
to keep anybody under wraps.

Yep, a hung jury would
really lose us the ball game,

or at least that murder
one count, anyway.

That's what Lucas
could be angling for.

But, you know,

even if Boland is
lying, we're hooked.

We've still got to check
out every aspect of his story.

It's ticklish, Steve.

We're gonna have to
discuss it with Judge Phillips

before we can make a move.

And Emmet Mills will have to
be taken into the conference.

Oh, you don't think Mills
would have anything to do

with jury tampering, do you?

No, no, I don't think he would.

But it means we're gonna be
tipping our hand to his client.

That can't be helped, my friend.

That can't be helped.

All right.

All right, let's go.

Do you have any comment on
the information that Mr. McGarrett

has just given us, Mr. Mills?

Yes, Your Honor, I do.

I'm shocked.

Shocked and dismayed that a
man in Mr. McGarrett's position

would lend any credence

to the story of a petty
thief and stool pigeon.

I wonder if he
makes it a practice

of repeating every idle rumor...

Oh, Emmet, you're not trying to
impress a jury now, come off it.

I resent that, Manicote...

That will be enough, gentlemen.

Your Honor, I anticipated
something like this

when I asked for
a change of venue.

Given my client's reputation,
undeserved reputation,

and the public emotion
surrounding this trial, I...

I began to wonder
whether he could receive

a fair and impartial hearing...

Now, listen, Emmet,

you asked for the public
to be barred and I agreed.

May I finish?

You asked that the press
be barred, except a reporter

representing all media, right?

I couldn't be sure
you wouldn't turn this

into a Roman holiday if
I gave you the chance.

Well, if I wanted that,

I would just as
soon... Gentlemen.

Why close the trial?

What is your point, Mr. Mills?

Your Honor, I believe that
this meeting is improper

and prejudicial to my client.

Therefore when court
convenes in the morning,

I'll be forced to
move for a mistrial.

Well, that's your
privilege, Mr. Mills,

but I tell you now that
I'll overrule your motion.

What's the matter?

You afraid Boland's
story is true?

No, and I object to your...

Mr. Mills, Mr. Manicote.

I won't tolerate
any more of this.

This is very disturbing
information, Mr. McGarrett.

And I agree that we
should investigate it.

Your Honor!

Mr. Mills.

I have every confidence that
Mr. McGarrett will handle this

in such a way that

the rights of your defendant
won't be compromised.

Five-0 will be treading on
very thin ice, Your Honor.

We all know it.

True.

However, in view of the
fact that the entire jury

has been sequestered
throughout this trial, I...

I find it very difficult to
believe that any member

could have been suborned.

I've even denied
them telephone calls.

Family, friends, no one.

However, if you
uncover any evidence

to substantiate this
informant's story,

then I'll take appropriate
action immediately.

This has already been a
long and costly trial, Mr. Mills,

and I'm not going to throw it
out now based on a vague rumor.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
consider postponing

your motion for a mistrial.

Agreed, Your Honor.

Thank you.

How long do you think
it will be, gentlemen,

before we can bring
this case to the jury?

Three days.

Perhaps four days.

Then that will not give you
very much time, Mr. McGarrett.

No, sir, it does not.

McGARRETT: Curt
Lucas would use anything

to get one of those
jurors by the throat.

That means we have to
check that entire jury out.

Top to bottom for a weak spot
that Lucas might have moved on.

That means checking
families, friends,

relatives, everybody,

including business associates.

That's a lot to come up with on
12 people in three or four days.

Yeah, I know, Danno.

But Boland said one thing.

He said the story that he heard

tabbed the fixed juror
as one of the men.

So we concentrate on them.

Right, right.

It's risky.

We might be wrong, but
we've got to take the chance.

Okay, there are five of them.

McGARRETT: Turner
Carr, retired army colonel.

Lee Chung, a
building contractor.

Grady Jenkins, a car salesman.

Warren Purcell, stockbroker,

a partner in Morgan & Purcell.

And Clifford Sprague,
a gas station attendant

and part-time student

at the University of Hawaii.

Okay, gentlemen, split them
up among you and go to work.

It's round the clock time.

John. Good morning, fellas.

Hey, John.

Good morning, Steve.

Morning, John.

Here's the transcript of
the voir dire you asked for.

Anything else you need?

Yeah, I need a court order

to look at bank accounts
and financial records.

All right, I'll get it.

Um, I eliminated the pretrial
examination of all the panel,

except the 12 we finally
accepted on the jury.

Steve, I fought hard
for those 12 people.

I've never had a jury I
had more confidence in.

And you don't want to
think you've been had, huh?

I don't think I have.

Well, on the face of it,
there's no reason you should.

That jury's been
under lock and key

ever since they've
been sworn in.

The judge won't even let them
talk to their families by phone.

Complete isolation.

On the face of
it, there is no way

Curt Lucas could have
gotten to one of them.

But if you believe Boland...

he did.

How?

And when?

And why?

You've gotta be kidding.

Look, I've been in
jail nearly five months.

I haven't talked to
anybody in the outside

for the last month, except you.

Two cops bring me
to court in the morning,

I go back the same
way, wearing handcuffs.

Now, just exactly how am
I supposed to have twisted

one of the juror's arms?

Will you tell me?

I can't.

And if you can, don't.

I don't wanna know.

And you can think of no
reason why you could not render

an impartial
verdict in this case?

No sir, I cannot.

Ha-ha. How would I know
if he's guilty or innocent?

I haven't heard
the evidence yet.

You're not acquainted with
the defendant, Mr. Chung?

No, sir.

Never had any social contact or
any business dealings with him?

No, sir.

Duke, let me lay
something on you.

Shoot.

One of Lucas' fronts is a
Union Building Supply Company.

Owns it with a man
named Lew Foss.

Yeah?

Lee Chung is a
building contractor.

So he just might have done
business with Lucas' outfit.

Well, Mr. Chung says no.

But let us make sure.

Colonel Carr.

Comes from a wealthy
New England family.

It's big money, old money.

Doesn't figure that Lucas
could tempt him with a bribe.

What about intimidation?

He's got a distinguished
combat record.

World War II.

Korea, Vietnam.

Spent three years in a
North Korean prison camp.

And went through hell

because he wouldn't
denounce the United States.

Yeah, doesn't sound
like a Curt Lucas

is going to intimidate
a man like Carr.

Unless of course, he could
put the squeeze on him

through his wife or children.

Well, that's a possibility
with all the men, John.

We haven't
overlooked it. But, uh,

Colonel Carr's a widower.

All right.

One down, four to go.

Steve?

It didn't fit, Steve.

You mean Chung?

His accountant let me go
through his accounts payable

for the last five years.

Chung hasn't done a
dime's worth of business

with Union Building Supply.

What about his family?

All present and accounted for?

His wife is.

He's got a raft of kids.

Well, check them all out,
Duke, every one of them.

And if it doesn't work,
find out where they are.

Okay.

Steve.

Yeah, Danno.

Don't hold your breath, but
I may have our bad apple.

Who? Grady Jenkins.

Sit down, Mr. Jenkins.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm
okay, Your Honor.

Just a little
indigestion, I guess.

Before we get into
the reason for this talk,

I'd like to remind
you that it's your right

to refuse to answer
my questions.

It's also your
constitutional right

to remain silent and
seek the advice of counsel.

What...? What's this all about?

Do you understand your rights?

Yeah, yeah.

Mr. Jenkins, it's
come to my attention

that three days
after this trial started,

the sum of $5000 in cash

was deposited to your account

at the Oahu Bank
and Trust Company.

What...? What are you
asking about that for?

Because some doubt has arisen

about the ability of this jury

to reach an impartial verdict.

What do you mean?

I mean that an
investigation is now going on

with regard to
bribe... Mr. Jenkins.

Mr. Jenk...

Watkins!

Quickly.

All right, gentlemen, right
this way, please, quickly.

Quickly.

Get back to the other
jurors, Mr. Watkins.

Tell them that Mr. Jenkins
has had a heart attack

and that the first
alternate will replace him.

Yes, sir.

Yes, this is McGarrett speaking.

Yes, put him on, please.

It's the hospital.

Yes, doctor.

Yes.

Very well. Thank you
for calling. I'll be there.

Jenkins has been bugging
his doctor to let him talk to me.

He's gonna let you?

Well, the doctor thinks
that it would help him to talk.

Relieve his anxieties.

I've got a few minutes
with him in the morning.

Thanks for coming,
Mr. McGarrett.

How do you feel?

Five-0's investigating
the jury, isn't it?

About that money.

It's not like it looks.

I won it in a poker game

about six months ago.

Would you give me my
wallet out of the top drawer?

Who's Bernie Harris?

A guy I knew.

Kind of a friend.

We've worked on different

used-car lots
around town together.

Where was the game
held and who else was in it?

We played at Bernie's house.

What's the address?

Oh, he was living at 5
Ocean View Terrace then.

Then, but not now?

Okay, go on.

There was three
other guys in the game.

Never saw them before.

One was named Chet.

Can't remember
the last guy's name.

Another was Harry something.

It was one of them
non-stop deals.

Must've played over
24 hours straight.

Towards the end I
got hotter than a pistol.

Won ten hands running.

Bernie was playing light.

Wound up owing me 5,000.

So I took that marker.

Why did he deposit cash?

I asked him to because...

Well, because of
the taxes, you know.

He really trusts you, didn't he?

Didn't even ask
for his IOU back?

I was locked up on the jury.

I couldn't get it to him.

He knew that.

Where can I find Harris?

I don't know.

I saw him a couple of
days before the trial started.

He said he was taking
a job on the mainland.

He didn't say where.

Look, you've gotta believe me.

Williams.

Danny?

Who's this?

It's Artie Boland.

What do you want?

Talk to McGarrett.

Where are you?

Oh, I don't know.

Some joint.

Now, listen, Danny, tell
McGarrett that I found out

something real important
about that Curt Lucas thing.

Shut up, Artie.

What's the matter?

Now you listen to me right now.

You go home, you understand?

Understand?

Yeah, yeah.

No more drinking, no more
shooting your mouth off.

I'll meet you at your
place in ten minutes.

Okay.

No date, huh?

Che, that's what
I want from you.

Approximately
when it was written.

Can you do it?

Depends on a couple of things.

How close do I have to come?

Jenkins claims it was
written within six months.

I'll give it a try.

We might be lucky.

This looks like it was
written with a fountain pen

rather than a ballpoint.

Well, what does that do for us?

In this case, the ink probably
has an iron compound base.

Blue-black.

We use a drop of
hydrochloric acid.

And a drop of
potassium thiocynate.

Have a look.

See that red spot?

Yeah. That's iron.

What does that do for us as
far as a date is concerned, Che?

It's called blue-black
ink because it writes blue

and then turns black
the way it is on this IOU.

That takes time.

Six months?

As black as this ink is.

At least that.

Then Jenkins was
telling the truth.

I'd say so.

Hello?

Yeah, he's here.

Danny.

Yeah, Danno.

We got a real fast
kickback on that APB, Steve.

You find Boland?

Yeah.

In the morgue. He's
as dead as they come.

The H.P.D. officers
who investigated it

have four witnesses

who agree that the car
swerved clear across

to the wrong side of
the street to nail Artie.

No way it could have
been an accident.

Get a description of the car?

Dozens of them, all different.

You sure Artie had more
information on Lucas?

Well, maybe.

Maybe he was just trying

to get me to spring for
some more drinking money.

We'll never know, will we?

How did it go in
court today, John?

Oh, Mills had, uh,
Lucas on the stand.

And he denied
everything, of course,

in a very hurt tone of voice.

I get my shot at him tomorrow.

And apart from summations

and judge's
instructions to the jury,

that about wraps it up.

Down to the nitty-gritty.

Yeah, yeah, down
to the nitty-gritty.

Steve, are you sure that
IOU of Jenkins' is kosher?

Che is. That's
good enough for me.

McGarrett. CHIN HO: Chin, Steve.

I may have a wrinkle
on Clifford Sprague.

Yeah, go.

Sprague and his
wife have a daughter.

Kid's name is Beth.

She's 7.

Yes?

The next door neighbors

haven't seen her playing
outside for a week.

Says it's very unusual.

Well, does the
child go to school?

Yeah, I checked there.

She's been absent for ten days.

Does the school know why?

No.

Well, maybe she's ill, Chin.

Check it out, will you,
and get back to me?

Is your daughter
ill, Mrs. Sprague?

Ill?

No.

Uh, Beth is visiting
her grandmother.

Um, my mother.

Where?

Why are you asking
me these questions?

As I said, it's a police matter.

And that tells me
absolutely nothing.

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am,
but that's all I can say.

My husband is serving on a jury.

Yes, I know.

I-Is that what it's about?

Do you have any objection to
giving me your mother's address?

Uh, s-she lives in Los Angeles.

Uh, Mrs. Howard Fraser.

Uh, 509 South Harper Boulevard.

Thank you, Mrs. Sprague.

McGarrett.

Yeah, put him on.

Los Angeles.

Yes, lieutenant.

McGarrett speaking.

Oh, this morning?

Ha-ha. Yeah, okay, lieutenant.

Thanks very much
for making the inquiry.

Anytime we can return the favor.

Mrs. Fraser told L.A.P.D.

the child had been visiting her.

But that she left this morning
with an aunt and uncle

for somewhere in the Sierras.

Somewhere in the Sierras?

Yeah, somewhere.
She couldn't say where.

Yeah, and if we found
that aunt and uncle,

they'd tell us that the kid
went off to Europe or something

with some cousins.

Listen, Steve,
time's running short.

This case can go to the
jury by tomorrow afternoon.

So if... If Chin is so sure
that Mrs. Sprague was lying,

let's get her in here.

And what?

If that child has
been kidnapped,

it means that the Spragues
have knuckled under to Lucas,

or Mrs. Sprague would have
come in here long before this.

She wouldn't talk, John.

That's one scared lady.

And knowing Lucas
she has reason to be.

I think we'd better
get a court order

to monitor the
Sprague's telephone.

All right, all
right, I'll get it.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

you'll please retire and
consider your verdict.

McGARRETT: Now we wait, we wait.

Steve? Yeah.

Did that court order
covering the bank accounts

include an also known as?

Yeah, sure.

Why do you ask?

Warren Purcell's been
writing checks on an apartment

at the Kuhio and signing them
with the name Walter Purdy.

Walter Purdy. Is that so?

I talked to the manager.

I told him Purcell or Purdy's
personal problems was his own.

That we weren't
interested in that.

But that I'd like to take
a look at his apartment.

Did you get that look?

And this.

Recognize her?

Yeah, I recognize her.

Sybil Fletcher.

Yeah, wife of Jim
Fletcher, state senator.

Yeah.

You figure that if Curt Lucas

found out about Mrs.
Fletcher and Purcell

and threatened to blow
the whistle on them,

then he might have been
able to blackmail Purcell

into hanging the jury.

Possibility, isn't it?

Yeah, you bet it is.

Do you know where I
can find Mrs. Fletcher?

Sure, if you feel
like a trip to Maui.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Look, let's stop all this
secret ballot nonsense

and put our cards on the table.

Do you want to start

by telling us how you
voted, Mr. Purcell?

I voted not guilty.

How could you?

On the basis of the evidence.

Maybe you'd be good
enough to explain.

Yes.

Yes, I'd be glad
to, Miss Stevens.

And three defense witnesses
testified that they heard

Gifford say he'd get
even with Lucas someday,

one way or another.

Oh, come on, Purcell.

You can't believe Gifford named
Lucas in his deathbed statement

just to get even with him?

Ha, that's ridiculous.

And you act as if Gifford
was some kind of saint.

You know, as far
as I'm concerned,

he was the same as Lucas.

Who or what Gifford was
has nothing to do with it.

Mrs. Fletcher.

How nice to see you
again, Mr. McGarrett.

Or don't you remember?

Very well.

We met at the
governor's inaugural ball.

I'm flattered.

I think so.

May I offer you something?

No, no, thank you.

Now, tell me, um,

what have done to attract
the attention of Hawaii Five-0?

Now, what about
Lucas' heel print?

You don't believe that
story that it was left there

when he visited Gifford the
day before the murder, do you?

Why not?

The state's own witness said
it could have been left there

hours before Gifford was killed.

And I understand that
Mr. Purcell is a friend

of you and your husband.

You're half right.

As I'm sure you know or
you probably wouldn't be here.

My husband knows
about Warren and me.

Everything.

Including the
apartment at the Kuhio

under the name of Walter Purdy.

Which I'm sure you're
well aware of too.

Jim's agreed to a divorce.

And it's all very amicable.

Now that it's practically
out in the open,

there's nothing in my
relationship with Warren

that a man like Lucas

could possibly
use for blackmail.

Well,

I thank you for being so
frank with me, Mrs. Fletcher.

You didn't give me much
choice, Mr. McGarrett.

Aloha.

All right, all right.

I've... thought this
over very carefully

and I've reconsidered.

He is guilty.

Now how about you, Mr. Sprague?

Well, what about it, Sprague?

Not guilty.

That means Sprague
is definitely our man.

You mean Lucas'
man, don't you, Danno?

All we've had from
you all day is no, no, no.

Not one reason,
not one argument.

Look who's talking.
Look, you voted not guilty.

Why'd you change your mind?

You don't care how we vote,
just as long as we get it over with.

Yeah, well we're... We're
talking about you now, Sprague.

And I've told you, I just
don't think Lucas is guilty.

That's not good
enough, Mr. Sprague.

No, it certainly isn't.

Hey, leave me alone.

Now what are you up to?

What's that supposed to mean?

Your attitude
doesn't make sense.

Maybe not to you.

Not to any of us.

That's just too bad.

Well, I've just got the feeling
there's something wrong.

Look, don't tell me

a male-chauvinist-pig-hater
like you

believes in women's intuition?

All right.

I see no point in
going on any further.

I suggest we send a
message to the judge

saying that we're deadlocked.

Mr. Sprague?

Do you have children?

Yes.

I had a son.

He used drugs.

He died.

He was only 19.

What's that got
to do with Lucas?

My son bought drugs from men
who worked for men like Lucas.

He's not on trial for that.

That's true.

But Curt Lucas had
character witnesses.

They told us what
a fine man he is.

They asked us to believe that.

Do you?

Well, I don't.

I know better.

I know because of what
happened to my son.

I hope you don't have
to find out the same way.

Take this to Judge
Phillips, please.

Certainly. You'll
have to go back in.

Ben, court's been
called into session.

That's where we'll be.

Hello?

I'm the one who called
the other day, Mrs. Sprague.

I just want you to know
that everything is fine.

It'll be all over soon.

You have nothing to worry about.

Hello?

Hello?

Ladies and gentlemen, I've
just received your message

informing me that you're
unable to reach a verdict.

I don't want to
know how you stand,

whether for
conviction or acquittal,

but I do want to know
how you're divided.

Your Honor, we are
divided 11 to one.

And you feel that further
deliberation is useless?

We do, sir.

I cannot agree.

I want you to retire for tonight

and I want you to continue
deliberations in the morning.

Now, if by noon you
haven't reached a verdict,

then I will agree that you're
hopelessly deadlocked

and declare a mistrial.

What time did the call come in?

Right after you left.

Well, whoever the woman was,

she obviously knows
the jury is deadlocked.

How could she have known?

The bailiff?

He delivered the jury's
message to the judge.

I'm not saying he did,

but he could have looked
at it before he turned it over.

The jury occupies one
whole floor of the hotel

and all the phones
are disconnected,

except in the bailiff's room.

He could be the go-between.

Let's go see Judge Phillips.

No, wait a minute, John.

If it is the bailiff and
we move on him now,

whatever is holding
the Sprague child

might get wind of it and panic.

Now, we don't want
Sprague to hang this jury,

but we sure don't want anything
to happen to his child, either.

Danno.

Come on with me.

The bailiff made 14
calls, five to his own home.

Well, you can
forget about those.

Watkins wouldn't risk holding
the child in his own home.

What about these two? Unlisted.

The phone company's
getting the names for us.

And how about the rest of these?

See any connection with Lucas?

Not me.

Nope.

Okay, get to work on them.

Run them through
the H.P.D. computer.

Find out who they
are and what they are.

Barnes is the
foreman at the garage

where Watkins
has his car serviced.

No other connection.

And you can scratch
out McCulloch.

Runs a liquor store.

Delivered a bottle
of booze to Watkins.

The guy's clean.

Well, that leaves Harkness.

An unlisted number.

Lila Harkness,
1037 Kaloa Avenue.

And that's all we've got so far.

Well, it's five to 10.

That leaves us two
hours and five minutes.

Williams.

Yeah, Duke?

You know, Steve, as
an officer of the court

I have an obligation to go to
Judge Phillips about Watkins.

What about Watkins, John?

We can't prove a
thing against him.

We've got that tape of
Helen Sprague's phone call

that she received last night.

The woman didn't say one
thing the judge could use.

All we'd get is a mistrial.

We're gonna get that
in about an hour anyway.

Steve.

Look what the
computer turned up.

McGARRETT: Lila Harkness.

Married on the
mainland six months ago

to Lew Foss.

Lew Foss, who's that?

Curt Lucas' partner

in the Union Building
Supply Company.

Yeah.

Okay.

I hope so.

Me and Lila are getting
tired of babysitting.

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's okay.

She's got real big
eyes, ain't she?

Freeze.

Freeze.

That's a girl, ha-ha.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Come on, I'll take you
home to your mommy.

All rise.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

Have you arrived at a
verdict, Mr. Foreman?

Mr. Foreman?

Do you have a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

We have one now.

Mr. Mills, after talking
with Mr. Sprague,

I'm of the opinion
that once freed

from the intimidation caused
by the kidnapping of his child,

that he was able to arrive
at a fair and impartial verdict

based on the evidence presented.

Therefore, the
verdict of guilty stands.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.