Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 13 - Try to Die on Time - full transcript
A chronic gambler, pretending he has cancer, sells chances on the hour of the day he will die at $10,000 apiece. The winner gets all 24 tickets. The gambler actually doesn't have cancer (he has Lou Gehrig's disease, ALS, instead), and plans to commit suicide at an appointed time so that a specific person will get the money. But as the gambler talks to his doctor outside a party, the doctor is gunned down and the gambler is forced to take his fatal drug. The gambler's corpse is then placed in a car and driven to a remote location, where the hot sun makes it impossible to tell the exact time of his death. The killer then works on eliminating the others who bought a chance, and figuring out to whom the gambler planned to leave the money.
Hello, Harry.
How's it going, Suyam?
Well, we got any action?
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, yeah? Well, we do now.
I tell you what, I'll
bet you 100 bucks
next person comes in
that door is a woman.
Why 100? Why not, say, four?
Four hundred. Okay, you're on.
You got a bet.
Well, one thing I am sure of,
you didn't set that up.
Suyam, happy losing.
Here, here, here.
Well, another party.
Some of you are glad
and some of you are not.
Still, all things come
to he who waits.
He or she.
So for you anxious ones,
hang right in there, baby,
because, you know,
time is on your side, right?
Number seven, big seven
and the eight's coming up
I think.
Listen, I'm open for
a little side betting,
you know, in case you
want some extra action.
Oh, but enough about that.
These speeches get
longer every time we meet.
So just drink up,
enjoy yourself,
and the night is still
young. Thank you.
Hello, muffin.
Goodbye, Daddy.
Look, what if it
really is this time?
I said goodbye.
Here.
You're giving me money.
Now that's funny.
Come on, let's go for a ride.
Have you been watching the tent?
Yeah.
They went out back.
Just the two of them.
All right, Roy, let's have it.
Harry... Come on, Roy, come on.
Come on.
We've been over
it a million times.
Now let me have it.
Harry, it's crazy. I
just... Come on, Roy.
There.
Nothing to it.
It's still not too
late, you know.
You never will
understand me, Roy.
Don't you think we
better be getting back?
I mean, I'd sure
hate to blow it now.
Come on, gambler.
WOMAN 2633 Van Buren.
Roger.
381 Georgetown Victor, 5-1-2.
What have we got, Danno?
ID says Roy Bromley, MD.
Took two in the heart, Steve.
You finished?
Yeah.
Got a time fix?
They heard some
shots at the clubhouse
about, uh, 12:10.
Yeah? What happened?
We don't know.
Has all his jewelry,
a wallet full of cash,
he came from the
party over there.
What party?
Some 25 people.
All accounted for?
All but one.
Guest of honor. One, uh,
Harry Foxton. You know him?
Of him.
Two shots, huh?
What about the gun?
H.P.D. is looking for it.
This Dr. Roy Bromley, you
know anything about him?
Highly respected
doctor, prominent,
everybody liked him.
Doesn't make sense.
Yes, it does,
Danno, to somebody.
Steve, this is Diane Foxton,
Harry's daughter.
Well, the great McGarrett.
Miss Foxton.
What, uh, what was
the party all about?
What couldn't be done?
Uh... My father is a
dying man. Cancer.
If you can believe him.
Doc Bromley gave
him six months to live.
This is number seven.
Seventh month, seventh
party? Is that what you mean?
Mm-hm.
Sort of a beating the
rap party, as he calls it.
You mentioned a doctor.
Roy Bromley.
Yeah. How did they get along?
Best of friends. Why?
Steve.
Excuse me.
Find the gun?
No. But look what
dropped in here.
Walkie-talkie unit.
Spotted it earlier.
Asked around,
nobody admits owning it.
Okay, get it to
the lab. Nail it.
Chin, you got
everybody's name here?
Yeah. Names, addresses,
telephone numbers,
and statements.
Okay, you can let them go.
We'll check them
later if we have to.
That's all.
Steve, Foxton's car is gone.
Nowhere in the parking lot.
Get a make on it?
'73 Lincoln.
Here's the plates.
Okay, get out an APB.
Harry Foxton,
apprehend and hold.
Eight easy, five,
eight, zero, zero.
Harry Foxton?
Yes, sir.
Okay, just leave him
til the wagon gets here.
This the way you found him?
Haven't touched a thing.
Central, patch me
through to McGarrett.
McGARRETT: McGarrett.
Steve, you better send Che
and Doc and the lab boys
out here to Wahiawa
Gulch Road, Pearl City.
We found the guest of honor.
Hello. Mr. McGarrett's office.
Yes, about two hours ago.
Who is this, please?
Uh, no, not yet.
Another one?
I don't believe it. This
makes 10 in a row.
And there's one
in your office now.
Been waiting for
you for half an hour.
Who is he?
Mr. McBain.
McGARRETT: Ten
calls, Mr. McBain.
Ten calls all from guests
at last night's party.
All asking the same question:
When did Harry Foxton die?
Not if or how or why, but when.
Now why is time important?
Nobody told you?
No, nobody told me.
Well,
you see, Harry knew
he was going to die,
so he thought he might as well
put a little wager on it.
So he set up a lottery
and sold tickets. 24 of them.
One for each hour of the day.
Sold tickets to whom?
Who was in the lottery?
Well, everybody that
was at the party last night.
Each one of them had
a ticket, winner take all.
You mean that each
one of you had a bet
on what time Harry
Foxton would die?
The exact hour.
Well, now that he's gone,
naturally, there's a
considerable interest.
Uh...
You'll pardon my
asking, Mr. McGarrett,
but when did Harry die?
Winner take all.
How much is all?
Well, the tickets
went for 10,000 each.
Someone is about
to bank $240,000.
Memo from Doc.
Harry Foxton did
not have cancer,
no trace anywhere.
Yeah, but his own daughter
said that he had cancer.
No, she said, "If
you can believe him."
That's what she said.
So what did kill him?
Cause: "Not yet apparent."
You think Dr. Bromley
would have known?
Yeah, I do.
Why don't I try to lay my
hands on his medical file?
Yeah, get a
warrant and press it.
It's a 6.35 Mauser,
Steve. Model 1910.
It killed Dr. Bromley.
What about fingerprints?
Whole bunch, all Harry Foxton's.
Well, we did find it in his car.
Hm. Meaning what?
Harry Foxton
shoots his best friend,
then drives off to
the boondocks to die?
Steve, have a look.
Someone removed the bluing,
then restamped
the serial numbers,
not once, but several times.
Yeah.
Ben?
Run it down.
There's more.
The walkie-talkie
unit you found,
absolutely clean of
prints, inside and out.
And look,
serial number's
restamped several times.
Then they connect.
Ben, check every
distributor on the island.
And don't forget your informers.
Use all the
information you can get.
What kind of a look is that?
You'll know when you read this.
A list of all the people who
bought the lottery tickets.
Where did you get it?
C.P.A. downtown
is holding the stakes.
Guess who bought
the very first ticket.
Diane Foxton.
It isn't here.
Fontaine, Foreman, Foss, Fount,
but no Foxton.
It's just not here.
You work here long, Miss Hill?
Ten years I've
been with the doctor.
Then can you think of any
place he might have put that file?
Here's where we keep all files.
Could he have taken it home?
Oh, I suppose.
Get a unit over to his home.
Meanwhile, a search
warrant means search,
so let's get started.
Okay, Doc, tell me about Foxton.
Cardiorespiratory change.
Yeah, is that it?
Preliminary,
no readily apparent
cause of death.
Doc, is it murder?
Steve, it's gonna take time.
I'm into some real
forensic work with this thing.
Okay, then tell me when he died.
I don't know. 10:30.
Maybe.
That's a.m., right?
Probably.
What do you mean probably?
Post mortem lividity
tells me one thing,
liver temperature another.
Steve, my pathology
is marginal here,
really marginal.
Doc, you did mention
10:30, didn't you?
Yes, but I don't even like that.
Better give me
an hour either way.
Okay, how about
9:30 to 11:30, Doc?
Duke, let me see the list,
who's got those numbers?
That it?
That's that.
Jenny?
Call Diane Foxton, Scotty McBain
and Peter Suyam.
Tell them I'd like
to see them here
as soon as possible.
Miss Hill, ever
notice this before?
What?
Did someone drill
a hole in there?
Yeah. Right
through the tumblers.
Just above the sheer line.
Hm.
Someone broke into
this office, Miss Hill,
a professional.
So I have to wonder
what else is missing.
Could you run an inventory?
A thorough one.
McGARRETT: Diane Foxton,
220 Kapoho Drive,
Honolulu. Is that correct?
Yes.
I'm sorry to be so
direct, Ms. Foxton,
but, uh, this is a murder
investigation, as you know.
I need some answers.
Your father, uh...
How did you get along with him?
I think you already know
the answer to that, McGarrett.
Please, just
answer the question.
My father,
hail fellow, well met,
fun to have around,
unless, of course,
you had to live with him,
which I did until I was
old enough to get out.
Didn't work then?
It was all backwards.
He was the child,
selfish, irresponsible,
do anything, bet on anything.
The cost to anyone else
never entered his head.
Never.
Not unless he
could use somebody.
He thought of people that way.
"Action, give me some action."
That's all I ever heard.
Seems to me a little of
that has rubbed off on you.
You mean the bet?
Hm.
Yeah, I probably
blew the money too.
Can you afford to?
No.
Then where did
you get the 10,000?
Hocked my soul for it.
And I'm do it again in a minute.
You should've seen
the look on his face
when I told him I
bought some action...
on him.
Very well. You can go now.
Boy, you really stay
in character, don't you?
What do you mean?
Right in the billfold.
Mr. McBain is here.
And what about Suyam?
No-show.
Well, hold McBain
and, uh, have Central
patch me through to Duke.
Okay.
Car 9.
McGARRETT: Duke,
get over to Suyam's place
and find out why
he didn't come in.
If you have to, bring him in.
On my way.
Tell me, Mr. McBain,
how did you get along
with Harry Foxton?
Mm. All right, I guess.
A little ghoulish
to bet on the death
of a friend, wasn't it?
Well, I mean, it was
his idea, you know.
Gotta admit, it's
a hell of a bet.
Do I?
We've checked
you out, Mr. McBain,
top to bottom.
Unclaimed freight is not
exactly a major industry,
and your financial
statement isn't, uh,
well, isn't one of a rich man.
Well, I'm not.
As you know, I went
bankrupt three years ago.
Yet you belong to a rather
exclusive country club.
Well, I wasn't always broke.
Where did you
scare up the 10,000?
Well, now,
Mr. McGarrett, I'm no fool.
Hm? I mean,
bankruptcy's my business,
I deal with foreclosures,
uh, unclaimed freight,
things like that, you know.
It's a gamble,
but there are days, uh,
when you make a big killing.
I mean like the day
before the lottery.
You had the 10,000?
Right in my pocket.
Now be honest, Mr. McGarrett.
If you could afford it,
wouldn't you take a chance
on a quarter of a million?
Between you and
me, how's it going?
Do I have a chance?
This is going to take days.
Do you mind?
No, not really.
Hm.
What is it?
So we got a
professional wireman.
Are the serial
numbers restamped?
Yeah, just like the gun,
just like the walkie-talkie.
All tracks, huh?
Goes ever further, Steve.
Found you two more.
This is from Bromley's home.
This was in Harry
Foxton's apartment.
Same M.O. all the way around.
Locks drilled
through, everything.
Reads like a signature.
But what are they listening for?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Quarter of a million, maybe?
Tell me, Danno, who needs money?
Not Suyam. He's really loaded.
How loaded?
Well, according to his broker,
he has some rather large,
but obscure, holdings.
About 2 million.
Two million in the closet.
Well, follow through
anyway, Danno.
Sometimes those
closets are full of bones.
What about the others?
Well, country club set,
nobody's exactly broke,
except Scotty McBain
and Diane Foxton.
That's two out of three.
Chin, I'm putting
you on the wireman.
Find him. I want a
computer rundown,
every wireman with the M.O.
you mentioned, that signature.
Then zero the list
in on our turf here.
Ben, you stick with
the wiretap equipment.
Somewhere the two
have to come together.
Gentlemen, we
need a break on this
and we need it soon.
Yes, Jenny?
Duke's on the line.
Duke, what do you got?
Steve, you'd
better get over here.
I've got a body.
Suyam?
Two bullets in the chest.
They're not all like
Foxton, thank goodness.
I can tell you right now,
this man died
between 1:00 and, say,
1:15 this afternoon.
Took two in the heart, huh?
Well, they'll be 6.35s again.
I just found the
casings over there.
Steve.
Another signature.
Same M.O.,
gold crayon wax
to conceal the hole,
everything.
So what do we
conclude from that,
the wireman is also a hitman?
Unusual combination.
Yeah.
Get me a computer
run on that, Chin.
Just that, nothing else.
Okay.
Your name is Louis?
Yes, sir.
What caused all this, Louis?
What ruined this wine?
Heat, sir. Excessive heat.
Well, isn't that
an automatic unit?
Yes, sir.
Constant temperature
and humidity,
but someone changed the setting.
Now, why would
anyone wanna do that?
I don't know, sir,
but they pushed it all
the way up to the top.
Duke, have the
lab boys dust that.
When did you discover all this?
We came down
together at 5:17 p.m.
And he's been dead
from, what, 1:00?
Right.
When did you last see Mr. Suyam?
Let's see, shortly before that.
There were to be
guests for dinner,
and I left to do some shopping.
And he came down
here to select a wine.
Reds have to breathe, you know.
He came down to
get some wine to open
and somebody
opened him up instead.
Well, that's it, Steve,
only seven wiremen
on the whole island,
and not one of
them fits the M.O.
Hm. How about imports?
None we've been able to trace.
Any locals been
in prison lately?
Yeah, this one.
Mel Listie. Why?
Well, prisons are
schools, you know that.
It's not unusual for a man
to come out with a new M.O.
Joliet, Illinois.
Uh... Ben.
Who, uh... Who manufactures
that bugging equipment
we found recently?
Hauser Electronics,
West Germany.
See if they have a
distributor in Chicago,
or in Illinois,
and if they have,
put this face on the photofax
to the local police department.
Ask them to take
it to the distributor
of that equipment
and see if anything fits.
No hitman here, huh? Not a one.
Any suspects?
None recently, anyway.
I know. Dig.
Duke, I've been thinking.
These wiremen, they often work
out of a moving unit, like a...
A van or a truck,
something like that.
Okay, check with,
uh, motor vehicles.
Right. See if there's
anything registered to them.
That includes all known aliases.
I'm on it.
Danny.
Duke.
Steve, this legwork
is keeping me up
and getting me down.
Did you come in to
have your ticket punched,
or you got something?
Well, a couple of chestnuts.
Maybe warm, maybe not.
Let's have it.
Diane Foxton and Scotty McBain
had a thing going hot
and heavy four years ago.
Broke up, they were yelling
and swinging at one another.
Not just a lover's quarrel?
Uh, whatever.
It ended three years ago,
which, uh, coincides roughly
with the opening of the
Surfside Country Club.
For whatever that's worth.
It also coincides with
McBain's bankruptcy.
You said that you
had two things.
What was the other one?
Yeah, the night
Bromley was shot,
he and Harry had
supper together,
well, not just supper, though.
In fact, it was a
very special dinner
ordered weeks in advance
in the Gourmet Room on the
third floor of the Hawaiian Regent.
Everything Harry was
particularly fond of,
including a bottle of
Chateau Lafite, 1959.
That stuff goes for
over 150 bucks a pop.
The condemned man
ate a hearty meal, huh?
Yeah. The main thing, Steve,
is that the dining room captain
was supposed to get them
out in time for #7 Party,
the one out at the country club,
which means that
he knows exactly
what time they
finished eating, 8:15.
And you know who's
interested in that.
They ate together?
You're certain?
Well, that makes some
sense for a change.
How so?
Analysis of stomach contents.
If they ate together,
they died not more
than 20 minutes apart.
Like shortly after midnight?
Very good, Doc.
Harry died shortly
after midnight,
then ups and dies again
at 10:30 in the morning.
What kind of sense is that?
Homicidal, maybe?
How do you mean, Steve?
That heated-up wine
cellar was no accident.
Sure, a guy gets knocked
off, I've seen that before,
but what's with the heat?
Kind of hard on wine.
Yeah.
How did you arrive
at that 10:30 a.m.
time of death?
Usual way, liver temperature
at point of discovery.
Temperature, heat,
hundred degree heat.
Now,
what would that do
to a liver temperature?
Keep it up there,
keep it high, huh?
Wouldn't that throw you off?
You mean like
maybe for 10 hours?
Why not 10 hours?
Midnight to 10:00 a.m.
Now, supposing Harry Foxton's
body was not in cold storage,
but in hot storage.
In the wine cellar.
Yeah. wouldn't that explain
why we were hung up?
Yes.
Settling of body
fluids, lividity.
Indicates Foxton was not
sitting in his car for a few hours,
but lying on his
back for some time.
We know that
because of the reddish-brown
discoloration on his back.
On his back in the wine cellar.
There goes someone's alibi.
Now, what about some
new numbers, Doc?
I'm prepared to
testify under oath
that Harry Foxton died
between 12:15 and 12:45 a.m.
of the date in question.
The lottery has a new winner.
Luther Heaton.
How does it feel to be
a rich man, Mr. Heaton?
I wouldn't know.
That wasn't my ticket.
That's kind of a proxy
for a client of mine.
Who's that?
Harry Foxton.
That doesn't make any sense.
Yes, it does.
All right,
notarized, legalized,
and ready to go.
What is it?
Kind of a last will
and testament.
His instructions were,
should the ticket win,
the money to go to
his daughter Diane.
Did he say why?
Yes.
Harry felt that he had
failed her in every way.
Not that money
could buy back failure,
but as he put it,
Two hundred and
forty thousand dollars
could give her one
hell of a good year.
Well, no one can
argue that, can they?
Considering what's happened,
there's something
else you ought to know,
and I'm the only one
that can give it to you.
What's that?
The Surfside Country Club,
I put that deal together.
I know who owns it,
and believe me,
those names are buried
under an avalanche of paper.
What names?
Peter Suyam, Harry Foxton.
Both dead.
Exactly why I brought it up.
They walked in here
one day and said, "Buy it."
Handed me $500,000 apiece.
Cash?
Cash.
Suyam I can understand,
but where did Harry Foxton
get that kind of money?
I may have an answer, Steve.
"Kula Club, Waikiki."
That's been closed for years.
Three.
Guess who was paying the rent.
Diane Foxton.
I have an appointment
with the bookkeeper,
I'll be back in about an hour.
Diane Foxton runs a club.
Club goes broke, stays broke.
Diane Foxton now
wins the lottery.
Steve, visitor.
McGARRETT: Miss Foxton,
what can I do for you?
I found this a little while ago
in the glove
compartment of my car.
6.35 Mauser.
Where were you at 1:00 today?
Stark naked taking a sunbath.
Can you prove that?
Well, what do you
want, an eyewitness?
Come on, McGarrett.
Do you know that Suyam
was killed today at 1:00
with a 6.35 Mauser?
Yes, I know.
That's why I'm here.
You expect us to believe that?
Well, I certainly hope
so because it's the truth.
Look, obviously
somebody planted it on me.
Well, when I saw that
big bad thing lying around,
I thought it would be
a little dumb to hide it,
wouldn't it?
Well, wouldn't it?
Well, what would you have done?
Got it? Got it.
I guess you noticed,
just like the other Mauser,
someone removed the bluing,
restamped the serial numbers.
Even used the
same stamping tools.
Got it?
Here it is.
What you've got here is
the gun that killed Suyam.
And a girl named Diane Foxton
who shapes up as our
number one suspect.
Just walks in here
and hands the gun over to me
without an alibi.
Now,
is that a stupid move,
or a very smart one?
Miss Wilton worked
as a secretary
for an accountant named Corbett.
She says Corbett kept two
sets of books for the Kula Club.
According to one set, thank you,
the club just about broke even.
That was legitimate,
but according to Miss Wilton,
the other set of
figures showed a loss,
an even 500,000 in four years.
Who were the
phony books kept for?
Miss Wilton says she never knew.
Oh, I bet.
I bet her ex-boss knows.
Corbett's been servicing
an account on the big island.
He gets back this morning.
I'll be waiting for him.
Chin, what do you got?
A couple of professional
hits back in Chicago, 1966.
They think they know the man,
but can't get
enough to prosecute.
Mel Listie, huh?
And I also got a phone
call from Miss Hill,
Dr. Bromley's receptionist.
Turns out there's
some drugs missing.
"Unexplained withdrawal,
"seven grams, exidine choline."
Bromley's signature's on it,
but, uh, no notation
of intended use.
When were the drugs removed?
The night Bromley was killed.
So he could have
had it on him, huh?
Contact Doc, ask him if, uh,
what, seven grams
of that stuff can kill.
Chin?
Ask him if it did kill.
Harry Foxton?
You got it.
Steve, we got the wireman.
Mel Listie, positive make.
McGARRETT: 26.
Danno?
In position, Steve.
We just took four big
ones through the front door.
Check that back
door, see if it's open.
Nothing heroic, now.
You kidding? I
like island living.
Steve.
Yeah, I heard, Danno.
Hold on, hold on just a second.
Do you think you
can kick that door in
and get clear in a hurry?
I'm going in low.
Had a little practice.
Danno, uh, I think
he's in there alone.
And if he is,
he can't shoot at
two pigeons at once.
Yeah, Steve.
McGARRETT: On the word go,
rattle that back doorknob,
then put exactly three
rounds through the lock,
I want him to think
you're coming in.
Ben will kick on the second,
I'm going in on the third.
Right.
And Danno, I
want that man alive.
You, too. Understand?
Go.
Danno.
McGARRETT: Mel Listie.
Another murder.
We couldn't have hit him, Steve.
I know, Danno.
Chin, call Doc.
Look.
Took two through the heart.
Blood is already set up.
He was dead long
before we got here.
Then...?
Steve, we've been had
the old-fashioned way.
Escape through a dumbwaiter?
That went out with
Bulldog Drummond.
No. Relax, Danno.
He's long since gone.
This place might
tell us something
if we dig deep enough.
Let's go.
Another one, huh?
Two in the chest, Doc.
I've been trying to reach you.
That chemical you asked
about, exidine choline?
That's what did it, all right.
Harry Foxton?
Right. That's what got him.
Asphyxiation as a result
of injecting exidine choline.
What I don't understand is,
Harry was on his way out anyway.
But you said no disease.
I said no cancer.
What they call
amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.
Not a pleasant way to go.
I guess that's it.
The drug was quicker.
This is no island paradise.
It's a shooting gallery.
Steve,
got some goodies
here in the mattress.
Hm. How original.
Looks like 50 or 60,000.
McGARRETT: Fifty or 60,000?
He's been on the street
eight to 10 months.
How does a guy like Mel Listie
get a stack like
that in 10 months,
or 10 years for that matter?
Couple of wire jobs,
maybe? No way.
A couple of hits maybe?
Yeah, that I can believe,
but not for money like that.
Who hit the hitman?
Mel Listie's dead,
this place is clean,
and nobody's left
alive to tell tales.
Guess where that leaves us.
Without a paddle.
Yeah, but not without a van.
I just found Mel Listie's van
stashed in a warehouse
two blocks from here.
Tape recorders
everywhere but still no tapes.
What did he do, burn everything?
Ha. Be a fool not to.
Still no paddle.
Wait a minute.
Anybody notice?
The receiver's missing.
Can't very well listen
without a receiver.
Something's been bothering me.
All we did was
knock on that door
and out came the
shots, is that right, Chin?
Right.
We didn't identify ourselves,
so whoever was in
there knew it was us.
Not possible, Steve.
We didn't put any calls out.
Nobody knew we were
coming here. Nobody but us.
Us and the killer.
He heard it on this receiver.
You mean the car is bugged?
No. No, no.
My office is bugged.
Thanks, Che.
It's in there, all right.
Danno, you've got work to do.
Right.
Now, got the scripts right?
Gotta give it to him, Steve.
He knows what he's doing.
Well, he should, he's
had eight to 10 months
to work it all out.
You keep saying "He."
What happened to Diane Foxton?
She still looks like
number one to me.
McGARRETT: A
girl like that a killer?
Well, you never can tell.
But with Mel Listie gone,
we could be hung up forever.
Well, how come he
bugged his own apartment?
Yeah, that is kind of weird.
Hey, what's the matter with me?
Zinney, Lou Zinney.
Remember him? Wireman.
Operating out of
New York in the '60s.
He used to bug his own place.
He called it his life insurance.
What did he do,
listen to himself in the shower?
Listen, you don't understand,
these guys operate out of
some kind of van usually.
They have, uh, all
kinds of, uh, equipment,
self-operating tape
recorders, things like that.
So Zinney had a
remote unit. So what?
So you record
every deal on tape,
names, addresses,
places, payoffs, everything.
With voice prints you can
hang a man on his voice alone.
So you wanna know
if Mel Listie had a van?
Yeah. And motor
vehicles can tell us that.
Motor vehicles can't
tell us where it is.
I just talked to that
accountant Corbett.
What's the story?
I just finished my
meeting with Corbett,
the accountant who kept two
sets of books on the Kula Club.
McGARRETT: Cooperative?
Not at first, but
he came around.
McBain's our target.
So the Kula Club's phony
books are for McBain?
Diane Foxton swindles
him out of $500,000.
Bankrupts him,
then cuts him dead.
Then she gives the
money to her father.
Do you think that...
Do you think that daddy has, uh,
crossed her, Danno?
Like telling her that the
money is to pay off bad debts,
all the time he's
salting it down
to buy himself a modest
little country club?
And she finds out.
But... But how?
Mel Listie, the wireman.
I'm not so sure.
You know she wants money.
Yeah, we keep asking
ourselves, who wants the money?
Who wants the money?
But suppose all the time
this is a smokescreen.
Suppose...
Chin!
No tapes, right?
As I was saying, Danno,
suppose there's something
else operating here,
something more than money.
Like revenge, eh, McBain?
Uh, I... I'd say I...
I settled the score.
Maybe.
But what about Peter Suyam?
What did he do to you?
It's what he didn't do.
Yeah. Yeah.
Not one peep out of him,
and Foxton and Diane
were setting me up
with the Kula Club.
He knew... He knew what
was going on. He knew it.
Put your hands on
your head and come out.
What did you do,
buy these by the case?
You disappointed me, McGarrett.
How so?
If you'd had done your job,
you would have traced
those guns not to me,
but to Diane Foxton.
You see, she was the one
that was supposed
to take the rap.
Well, that's too bad, Scotty.
I guess I'm a sloppy cop.
So Harry Foxton
gets the last laugh,
and all Diane gets is 240,000.
Book him.
How's it going, Suyam?
Well, we got any action?
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, yeah? Well, we do now.
I tell you what, I'll
bet you 100 bucks
next person comes in
that door is a woman.
Why 100? Why not, say, four?
Four hundred. Okay, you're on.
You got a bet.
Well, one thing I am sure of,
you didn't set that up.
Suyam, happy losing.
Here, here, here.
Well, another party.
Some of you are glad
and some of you are not.
Still, all things come
to he who waits.
He or she.
So for you anxious ones,
hang right in there, baby,
because, you know,
time is on your side, right?
Number seven, big seven
and the eight's coming up
I think.
Listen, I'm open for
a little side betting,
you know, in case you
want some extra action.
Oh, but enough about that.
These speeches get
longer every time we meet.
So just drink up,
enjoy yourself,
and the night is still
young. Thank you.
Hello, muffin.
Goodbye, Daddy.
Look, what if it
really is this time?
I said goodbye.
Here.
You're giving me money.
Now that's funny.
Come on, let's go for a ride.
Have you been watching the tent?
Yeah.
They went out back.
Just the two of them.
All right, Roy, let's have it.
Harry... Come on, Roy, come on.
Come on.
We've been over
it a million times.
Now let me have it.
Harry, it's crazy. I
just... Come on, Roy.
There.
Nothing to it.
It's still not too
late, you know.
You never will
understand me, Roy.
Don't you think we
better be getting back?
I mean, I'd sure
hate to blow it now.
Come on, gambler.
WOMAN 2633 Van Buren.
Roger.
381 Georgetown Victor, 5-1-2.
What have we got, Danno?
ID says Roy Bromley, MD.
Took two in the heart, Steve.
You finished?
Yeah.
Got a time fix?
They heard some
shots at the clubhouse
about, uh, 12:10.
Yeah? What happened?
We don't know.
Has all his jewelry,
a wallet full of cash,
he came from the
party over there.
What party?
Some 25 people.
All accounted for?
All but one.
Guest of honor. One, uh,
Harry Foxton. You know him?
Of him.
Two shots, huh?
What about the gun?
H.P.D. is looking for it.
This Dr. Roy Bromley, you
know anything about him?
Highly respected
doctor, prominent,
everybody liked him.
Doesn't make sense.
Yes, it does,
Danno, to somebody.
Steve, this is Diane Foxton,
Harry's daughter.
Well, the great McGarrett.
Miss Foxton.
What, uh, what was
the party all about?
What couldn't be done?
Uh... My father is a
dying man. Cancer.
If you can believe him.
Doc Bromley gave
him six months to live.
This is number seven.
Seventh month, seventh
party? Is that what you mean?
Mm-hm.
Sort of a beating the
rap party, as he calls it.
You mentioned a doctor.
Roy Bromley.
Yeah. How did they get along?
Best of friends. Why?
Steve.
Excuse me.
Find the gun?
No. But look what
dropped in here.
Walkie-talkie unit.
Spotted it earlier.
Asked around,
nobody admits owning it.
Okay, get it to
the lab. Nail it.
Chin, you got
everybody's name here?
Yeah. Names, addresses,
telephone numbers,
and statements.
Okay, you can let them go.
We'll check them
later if we have to.
That's all.
Steve, Foxton's car is gone.
Nowhere in the parking lot.
Get a make on it?
'73 Lincoln.
Here's the plates.
Okay, get out an APB.
Harry Foxton,
apprehend and hold.
Eight easy, five,
eight, zero, zero.
Harry Foxton?
Yes, sir.
Okay, just leave him
til the wagon gets here.
This the way you found him?
Haven't touched a thing.
Central, patch me
through to McGarrett.
McGARRETT: McGarrett.
Steve, you better send Che
and Doc and the lab boys
out here to Wahiawa
Gulch Road, Pearl City.
We found the guest of honor.
Hello. Mr. McGarrett's office.
Yes, about two hours ago.
Who is this, please?
Uh, no, not yet.
Another one?
I don't believe it. This
makes 10 in a row.
And there's one
in your office now.
Been waiting for
you for half an hour.
Who is he?
Mr. McBain.
McGARRETT: Ten
calls, Mr. McBain.
Ten calls all from guests
at last night's party.
All asking the same question:
When did Harry Foxton die?
Not if or how or why, but when.
Now why is time important?
Nobody told you?
No, nobody told me.
Well,
you see, Harry knew
he was going to die,
so he thought he might as well
put a little wager on it.
So he set up a lottery
and sold tickets. 24 of them.
One for each hour of the day.
Sold tickets to whom?
Who was in the lottery?
Well, everybody that
was at the party last night.
Each one of them had
a ticket, winner take all.
You mean that each
one of you had a bet
on what time Harry
Foxton would die?
The exact hour.
Well, now that he's gone,
naturally, there's a
considerable interest.
Uh...
You'll pardon my
asking, Mr. McGarrett,
but when did Harry die?
Winner take all.
How much is all?
Well, the tickets
went for 10,000 each.
Someone is about
to bank $240,000.
Memo from Doc.
Harry Foxton did
not have cancer,
no trace anywhere.
Yeah, but his own daughter
said that he had cancer.
No, she said, "If
you can believe him."
That's what she said.
So what did kill him?
Cause: "Not yet apparent."
You think Dr. Bromley
would have known?
Yeah, I do.
Why don't I try to lay my
hands on his medical file?
Yeah, get a
warrant and press it.
It's a 6.35 Mauser,
Steve. Model 1910.
It killed Dr. Bromley.
What about fingerprints?
Whole bunch, all Harry Foxton's.
Well, we did find it in his car.
Hm. Meaning what?
Harry Foxton
shoots his best friend,
then drives off to
the boondocks to die?
Steve, have a look.
Someone removed the bluing,
then restamped
the serial numbers,
not once, but several times.
Yeah.
Ben?
Run it down.
There's more.
The walkie-talkie
unit you found,
absolutely clean of
prints, inside and out.
And look,
serial number's
restamped several times.
Then they connect.
Ben, check every
distributor on the island.
And don't forget your informers.
Use all the
information you can get.
What kind of a look is that?
You'll know when you read this.
A list of all the people who
bought the lottery tickets.
Where did you get it?
C.P.A. downtown
is holding the stakes.
Guess who bought
the very first ticket.
Diane Foxton.
It isn't here.
Fontaine, Foreman, Foss, Fount,
but no Foxton.
It's just not here.
You work here long, Miss Hill?
Ten years I've
been with the doctor.
Then can you think of any
place he might have put that file?
Here's where we keep all files.
Could he have taken it home?
Oh, I suppose.
Get a unit over to his home.
Meanwhile, a search
warrant means search,
so let's get started.
Okay, Doc, tell me about Foxton.
Cardiorespiratory change.
Yeah, is that it?
Preliminary,
no readily apparent
cause of death.
Doc, is it murder?
Steve, it's gonna take time.
I'm into some real
forensic work with this thing.
Okay, then tell me when he died.
I don't know. 10:30.
Maybe.
That's a.m., right?
Probably.
What do you mean probably?
Post mortem lividity
tells me one thing,
liver temperature another.
Steve, my pathology
is marginal here,
really marginal.
Doc, you did mention
10:30, didn't you?
Yes, but I don't even like that.
Better give me
an hour either way.
Okay, how about
9:30 to 11:30, Doc?
Duke, let me see the list,
who's got those numbers?
That it?
That's that.
Jenny?
Call Diane Foxton, Scotty McBain
and Peter Suyam.
Tell them I'd like
to see them here
as soon as possible.
Miss Hill, ever
notice this before?
What?
Did someone drill
a hole in there?
Yeah. Right
through the tumblers.
Just above the sheer line.
Hm.
Someone broke into
this office, Miss Hill,
a professional.
So I have to wonder
what else is missing.
Could you run an inventory?
A thorough one.
McGARRETT: Diane Foxton,
220 Kapoho Drive,
Honolulu. Is that correct?
Yes.
I'm sorry to be so
direct, Ms. Foxton,
but, uh, this is a murder
investigation, as you know.
I need some answers.
Your father, uh...
How did you get along with him?
I think you already know
the answer to that, McGarrett.
Please, just
answer the question.
My father,
hail fellow, well met,
fun to have around,
unless, of course,
you had to live with him,
which I did until I was
old enough to get out.
Didn't work then?
It was all backwards.
He was the child,
selfish, irresponsible,
do anything, bet on anything.
The cost to anyone else
never entered his head.
Never.
Not unless he
could use somebody.
He thought of people that way.
"Action, give me some action."
That's all I ever heard.
Seems to me a little of
that has rubbed off on you.
You mean the bet?
Hm.
Yeah, I probably
blew the money too.
Can you afford to?
No.
Then where did
you get the 10,000?
Hocked my soul for it.
And I'm do it again in a minute.
You should've seen
the look on his face
when I told him I
bought some action...
on him.
Very well. You can go now.
Boy, you really stay
in character, don't you?
What do you mean?
Right in the billfold.
Mr. McBain is here.
And what about Suyam?
No-show.
Well, hold McBain
and, uh, have Central
patch me through to Duke.
Okay.
Car 9.
McGARRETT: Duke,
get over to Suyam's place
and find out why
he didn't come in.
If you have to, bring him in.
On my way.
Tell me, Mr. McBain,
how did you get along
with Harry Foxton?
Mm. All right, I guess.
A little ghoulish
to bet on the death
of a friend, wasn't it?
Well, I mean, it was
his idea, you know.
Gotta admit, it's
a hell of a bet.
Do I?
We've checked
you out, Mr. McBain,
top to bottom.
Unclaimed freight is not
exactly a major industry,
and your financial
statement isn't, uh,
well, isn't one of a rich man.
Well, I'm not.
As you know, I went
bankrupt three years ago.
Yet you belong to a rather
exclusive country club.
Well, I wasn't always broke.
Where did you
scare up the 10,000?
Well, now,
Mr. McGarrett, I'm no fool.
Hm? I mean,
bankruptcy's my business,
I deal with foreclosures,
uh, unclaimed freight,
things like that, you know.
It's a gamble,
but there are days, uh,
when you make a big killing.
I mean like the day
before the lottery.
You had the 10,000?
Right in my pocket.
Now be honest, Mr. McGarrett.
If you could afford it,
wouldn't you take a chance
on a quarter of a million?
Between you and
me, how's it going?
Do I have a chance?
This is going to take days.
Do you mind?
No, not really.
Hm.
What is it?
So we got a
professional wireman.
Are the serial
numbers restamped?
Yeah, just like the gun,
just like the walkie-talkie.
All tracks, huh?
Goes ever further, Steve.
Found you two more.
This is from Bromley's home.
This was in Harry
Foxton's apartment.
Same M.O. all the way around.
Locks drilled
through, everything.
Reads like a signature.
But what are they listening for?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Quarter of a million, maybe?
Tell me, Danno, who needs money?
Not Suyam. He's really loaded.
How loaded?
Well, according to his broker,
he has some rather large,
but obscure, holdings.
About 2 million.
Two million in the closet.
Well, follow through
anyway, Danno.
Sometimes those
closets are full of bones.
What about the others?
Well, country club set,
nobody's exactly broke,
except Scotty McBain
and Diane Foxton.
That's two out of three.
Chin, I'm putting
you on the wireman.
Find him. I want a
computer rundown,
every wireman with the M.O.
you mentioned, that signature.
Then zero the list
in on our turf here.
Ben, you stick with
the wiretap equipment.
Somewhere the two
have to come together.
Gentlemen, we
need a break on this
and we need it soon.
Yes, Jenny?
Duke's on the line.
Duke, what do you got?
Steve, you'd
better get over here.
I've got a body.
Suyam?
Two bullets in the chest.
They're not all like
Foxton, thank goodness.
I can tell you right now,
this man died
between 1:00 and, say,
1:15 this afternoon.
Took two in the heart, huh?
Well, they'll be 6.35s again.
I just found the
casings over there.
Steve.
Another signature.
Same M.O.,
gold crayon wax
to conceal the hole,
everything.
So what do we
conclude from that,
the wireman is also a hitman?
Unusual combination.
Yeah.
Get me a computer
run on that, Chin.
Just that, nothing else.
Okay.
Your name is Louis?
Yes, sir.
What caused all this, Louis?
What ruined this wine?
Heat, sir. Excessive heat.
Well, isn't that
an automatic unit?
Yes, sir.
Constant temperature
and humidity,
but someone changed the setting.
Now, why would
anyone wanna do that?
I don't know, sir,
but they pushed it all
the way up to the top.
Duke, have the
lab boys dust that.
When did you discover all this?
We came down
together at 5:17 p.m.
And he's been dead
from, what, 1:00?
Right.
When did you last see Mr. Suyam?
Let's see, shortly before that.
There were to be
guests for dinner,
and I left to do some shopping.
And he came down
here to select a wine.
Reds have to breathe, you know.
He came down to
get some wine to open
and somebody
opened him up instead.
Well, that's it, Steve,
only seven wiremen
on the whole island,
and not one of
them fits the M.O.
Hm. How about imports?
None we've been able to trace.
Any locals been
in prison lately?
Yeah, this one.
Mel Listie. Why?
Well, prisons are
schools, you know that.
It's not unusual for a man
to come out with a new M.O.
Joliet, Illinois.
Uh... Ben.
Who, uh... Who manufactures
that bugging equipment
we found recently?
Hauser Electronics,
West Germany.
See if they have a
distributor in Chicago,
or in Illinois,
and if they have,
put this face on the photofax
to the local police department.
Ask them to take
it to the distributor
of that equipment
and see if anything fits.
No hitman here, huh? Not a one.
Any suspects?
None recently, anyway.
I know. Dig.
Duke, I've been thinking.
These wiremen, they often work
out of a moving unit, like a...
A van or a truck,
something like that.
Okay, check with,
uh, motor vehicles.
Right. See if there's
anything registered to them.
That includes all known aliases.
I'm on it.
Danny.
Duke.
Steve, this legwork
is keeping me up
and getting me down.
Did you come in to
have your ticket punched,
or you got something?
Well, a couple of chestnuts.
Maybe warm, maybe not.
Let's have it.
Diane Foxton and Scotty McBain
had a thing going hot
and heavy four years ago.
Broke up, they were yelling
and swinging at one another.
Not just a lover's quarrel?
Uh, whatever.
It ended three years ago,
which, uh, coincides roughly
with the opening of the
Surfside Country Club.
For whatever that's worth.
It also coincides with
McBain's bankruptcy.
You said that you
had two things.
What was the other one?
Yeah, the night
Bromley was shot,
he and Harry had
supper together,
well, not just supper, though.
In fact, it was a
very special dinner
ordered weeks in advance
in the Gourmet Room on the
third floor of the Hawaiian Regent.
Everything Harry was
particularly fond of,
including a bottle of
Chateau Lafite, 1959.
That stuff goes for
over 150 bucks a pop.
The condemned man
ate a hearty meal, huh?
Yeah. The main thing, Steve,
is that the dining room captain
was supposed to get them
out in time for #7 Party,
the one out at the country club,
which means that
he knows exactly
what time they
finished eating, 8:15.
And you know who's
interested in that.
They ate together?
You're certain?
Well, that makes some
sense for a change.
How so?
Analysis of stomach contents.
If they ate together,
they died not more
than 20 minutes apart.
Like shortly after midnight?
Very good, Doc.
Harry died shortly
after midnight,
then ups and dies again
at 10:30 in the morning.
What kind of sense is that?
Homicidal, maybe?
How do you mean, Steve?
That heated-up wine
cellar was no accident.
Sure, a guy gets knocked
off, I've seen that before,
but what's with the heat?
Kind of hard on wine.
Yeah.
How did you arrive
at that 10:30 a.m.
time of death?
Usual way, liver temperature
at point of discovery.
Temperature, heat,
hundred degree heat.
Now,
what would that do
to a liver temperature?
Keep it up there,
keep it high, huh?
Wouldn't that throw you off?
You mean like
maybe for 10 hours?
Why not 10 hours?
Midnight to 10:00 a.m.
Now, supposing Harry Foxton's
body was not in cold storage,
but in hot storage.
In the wine cellar.
Yeah. wouldn't that explain
why we were hung up?
Yes.
Settling of body
fluids, lividity.
Indicates Foxton was not
sitting in his car for a few hours,
but lying on his
back for some time.
We know that
because of the reddish-brown
discoloration on his back.
On his back in the wine cellar.
There goes someone's alibi.
Now, what about some
new numbers, Doc?
I'm prepared to
testify under oath
that Harry Foxton died
between 12:15 and 12:45 a.m.
of the date in question.
The lottery has a new winner.
Luther Heaton.
How does it feel to be
a rich man, Mr. Heaton?
I wouldn't know.
That wasn't my ticket.
That's kind of a proxy
for a client of mine.
Who's that?
Harry Foxton.
That doesn't make any sense.
Yes, it does.
All right,
notarized, legalized,
and ready to go.
What is it?
Kind of a last will
and testament.
His instructions were,
should the ticket win,
the money to go to
his daughter Diane.
Did he say why?
Yes.
Harry felt that he had
failed her in every way.
Not that money
could buy back failure,
but as he put it,
Two hundred and
forty thousand dollars
could give her one
hell of a good year.
Well, no one can
argue that, can they?
Considering what's happened,
there's something
else you ought to know,
and I'm the only one
that can give it to you.
What's that?
The Surfside Country Club,
I put that deal together.
I know who owns it,
and believe me,
those names are buried
under an avalanche of paper.
What names?
Peter Suyam, Harry Foxton.
Both dead.
Exactly why I brought it up.
They walked in here
one day and said, "Buy it."
Handed me $500,000 apiece.
Cash?
Cash.
Suyam I can understand,
but where did Harry Foxton
get that kind of money?
I may have an answer, Steve.
"Kula Club, Waikiki."
That's been closed for years.
Three.
Guess who was paying the rent.
Diane Foxton.
I have an appointment
with the bookkeeper,
I'll be back in about an hour.
Diane Foxton runs a club.
Club goes broke, stays broke.
Diane Foxton now
wins the lottery.
Steve, visitor.
McGARRETT: Miss Foxton,
what can I do for you?
I found this a little while ago
in the glove
compartment of my car.
6.35 Mauser.
Where were you at 1:00 today?
Stark naked taking a sunbath.
Can you prove that?
Well, what do you
want, an eyewitness?
Come on, McGarrett.
Do you know that Suyam
was killed today at 1:00
with a 6.35 Mauser?
Yes, I know.
That's why I'm here.
You expect us to believe that?
Well, I certainly hope
so because it's the truth.
Look, obviously
somebody planted it on me.
Well, when I saw that
big bad thing lying around,
I thought it would be
a little dumb to hide it,
wouldn't it?
Well, wouldn't it?
Well, what would you have done?
Got it? Got it.
I guess you noticed,
just like the other Mauser,
someone removed the bluing,
restamped the serial numbers.
Even used the
same stamping tools.
Got it?
Here it is.
What you've got here is
the gun that killed Suyam.
And a girl named Diane Foxton
who shapes up as our
number one suspect.
Just walks in here
and hands the gun over to me
without an alibi.
Now,
is that a stupid move,
or a very smart one?
Miss Wilton worked
as a secretary
for an accountant named Corbett.
She says Corbett kept two
sets of books for the Kula Club.
According to one set, thank you,
the club just about broke even.
That was legitimate,
but according to Miss Wilton,
the other set of
figures showed a loss,
an even 500,000 in four years.
Who were the
phony books kept for?
Miss Wilton says she never knew.
Oh, I bet.
I bet her ex-boss knows.
Corbett's been servicing
an account on the big island.
He gets back this morning.
I'll be waiting for him.
Chin, what do you got?
A couple of professional
hits back in Chicago, 1966.
They think they know the man,
but can't get
enough to prosecute.
Mel Listie, huh?
And I also got a phone
call from Miss Hill,
Dr. Bromley's receptionist.
Turns out there's
some drugs missing.
"Unexplained withdrawal,
"seven grams, exidine choline."
Bromley's signature's on it,
but, uh, no notation
of intended use.
When were the drugs removed?
The night Bromley was killed.
So he could have
had it on him, huh?
Contact Doc, ask him if, uh,
what, seven grams
of that stuff can kill.
Chin?
Ask him if it did kill.
Harry Foxton?
You got it.
Steve, we got the wireman.
Mel Listie, positive make.
McGARRETT: 26.
Danno?
In position, Steve.
We just took four big
ones through the front door.
Check that back
door, see if it's open.
Nothing heroic, now.
You kidding? I
like island living.
Steve.
Yeah, I heard, Danno.
Hold on, hold on just a second.
Do you think you
can kick that door in
and get clear in a hurry?
I'm going in low.
Had a little practice.
Danno, uh, I think
he's in there alone.
And if he is,
he can't shoot at
two pigeons at once.
Yeah, Steve.
McGARRETT: On the word go,
rattle that back doorknob,
then put exactly three
rounds through the lock,
I want him to think
you're coming in.
Ben will kick on the second,
I'm going in on the third.
Right.
And Danno, I
want that man alive.
You, too. Understand?
Go.
Danno.
McGARRETT: Mel Listie.
Another murder.
We couldn't have hit him, Steve.
I know, Danno.
Chin, call Doc.
Look.
Took two through the heart.
Blood is already set up.
He was dead long
before we got here.
Then...?
Steve, we've been had
the old-fashioned way.
Escape through a dumbwaiter?
That went out with
Bulldog Drummond.
No. Relax, Danno.
He's long since gone.
This place might
tell us something
if we dig deep enough.
Let's go.
Another one, huh?
Two in the chest, Doc.
I've been trying to reach you.
That chemical you asked
about, exidine choline?
That's what did it, all right.
Harry Foxton?
Right. That's what got him.
Asphyxiation as a result
of injecting exidine choline.
What I don't understand is,
Harry was on his way out anyway.
But you said no disease.
I said no cancer.
What they call
amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.
Not a pleasant way to go.
I guess that's it.
The drug was quicker.
This is no island paradise.
It's a shooting gallery.
Steve,
got some goodies
here in the mattress.
Hm. How original.
Looks like 50 or 60,000.
McGARRETT: Fifty or 60,000?
He's been on the street
eight to 10 months.
How does a guy like Mel Listie
get a stack like
that in 10 months,
or 10 years for that matter?
Couple of wire jobs,
maybe? No way.
A couple of hits maybe?
Yeah, that I can believe,
but not for money like that.
Who hit the hitman?
Mel Listie's dead,
this place is clean,
and nobody's left
alive to tell tales.
Guess where that leaves us.
Without a paddle.
Yeah, but not without a van.
I just found Mel Listie's van
stashed in a warehouse
two blocks from here.
Tape recorders
everywhere but still no tapes.
What did he do, burn everything?
Ha. Be a fool not to.
Still no paddle.
Wait a minute.
Anybody notice?
The receiver's missing.
Can't very well listen
without a receiver.
Something's been bothering me.
All we did was
knock on that door
and out came the
shots, is that right, Chin?
Right.
We didn't identify ourselves,
so whoever was in
there knew it was us.
Not possible, Steve.
We didn't put any calls out.
Nobody knew we were
coming here. Nobody but us.
Us and the killer.
He heard it on this receiver.
You mean the car is bugged?
No. No, no.
My office is bugged.
Thanks, Che.
It's in there, all right.
Danno, you've got work to do.
Right.
Now, got the scripts right?
Gotta give it to him, Steve.
He knows what he's doing.
Well, he should, he's
had eight to 10 months
to work it all out.
You keep saying "He."
What happened to Diane Foxton?
She still looks like
number one to me.
McGARRETT: A
girl like that a killer?
Well, you never can tell.
But with Mel Listie gone,
we could be hung up forever.
Well, how come he
bugged his own apartment?
Yeah, that is kind of weird.
Hey, what's the matter with me?
Zinney, Lou Zinney.
Remember him? Wireman.
Operating out of
New York in the '60s.
He used to bug his own place.
He called it his life insurance.
What did he do,
listen to himself in the shower?
Listen, you don't understand,
these guys operate out of
some kind of van usually.
They have, uh, all
kinds of, uh, equipment,
self-operating tape
recorders, things like that.
So Zinney had a
remote unit. So what?
So you record
every deal on tape,
names, addresses,
places, payoffs, everything.
With voice prints you can
hang a man on his voice alone.
So you wanna know
if Mel Listie had a van?
Yeah. And motor
vehicles can tell us that.
Motor vehicles can't
tell us where it is.
I just talked to that
accountant Corbett.
What's the story?
I just finished my
meeting with Corbett,
the accountant who kept two
sets of books on the Kula Club.
McGARRETT: Cooperative?
Not at first, but
he came around.
McBain's our target.
So the Kula Club's phony
books are for McBain?
Diane Foxton swindles
him out of $500,000.
Bankrupts him,
then cuts him dead.
Then she gives the
money to her father.
Do you think that...
Do you think that daddy has, uh,
crossed her, Danno?
Like telling her that the
money is to pay off bad debts,
all the time he's
salting it down
to buy himself a modest
little country club?
And she finds out.
But... But how?
Mel Listie, the wireman.
I'm not so sure.
You know she wants money.
Yeah, we keep asking
ourselves, who wants the money?
Who wants the money?
But suppose all the time
this is a smokescreen.
Suppose...
Chin!
No tapes, right?
As I was saying, Danno,
suppose there's something
else operating here,
something more than money.
Like revenge, eh, McBain?
Uh, I... I'd say I...
I settled the score.
Maybe.
But what about Peter Suyam?
What did he do to you?
It's what he didn't do.
Yeah. Yeah.
Not one peep out of him,
and Foxton and Diane
were setting me up
with the Kula Club.
He knew... He knew what
was going on. He knew it.
Put your hands on
your head and come out.
What did you do,
buy these by the case?
You disappointed me, McGarrett.
How so?
If you'd had done your job,
you would have traced
those guns not to me,
but to Diane Foxton.
You see, she was the one
that was supposed
to take the rap.
Well, that's too bad, Scotty.
I guess I'm a sloppy cop.
So Harry Foxton
gets the last laugh,
and all Diane gets is 240,000.
Book him.