Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 24 - 30,000 Rooms and I Have the Key - full transcript
Five-O matches wits with a brilliant thief who's a master of disguise and able to manufacture his own pass keys to Honolulu hotels. The thief has information on guests with valuables and how they try to hide them in their rooms. He even calls the police while disguised as a priest claiming to be robbed himself. The question is whether McGarrett & Co. can catch up to the thief.
Good afternoon.
Housekeeping?
Darter.
You got a new man on days?
You don't? No.
You're sure about
that? Positive.
Hotel security at the Surfrider
found burned paper like that
after the heist
there the other day.
Kind of like the guy was
leaving his trademark.
Yes.
Helen, get me the police.
Mr. McGarrett, I didn't
expect the services of Five-0.
Why not, Mr. Fairgate?
Two and a half million
people a year visit Hawaii.
If too many of them get
ripped off in their hotels,
they may take their
money elsewhere
and the state could come
down with a bad case
of the financial woes.
Who spotted the guy?
Darter.
Danno, Ben, get a
description and air it.
Duke, alert the airport.
Right. Chin.
Mr. Atwood, this
is Mr. McGarrett
of Hawaii Five-0, state police.
Mr. Atwood. Mr. McGarrett.
I'm really very sorry
about all this, Mr. Atwood.
Damn thieves.
It's the little woman
I worry about.
She's in there now all shook up.
I'd like to ask you
some questions.
Thanks very much for
coming, Mr. McGarrett,
but let's forget
the whole thing.
Everything's insured
so why complicate it?
But let's be practical.
You may have difficulty
collecting on an insurance claim
without a police report.
Okay. If there's
anything I can do to help.
All right, let's
start by telling me
what's missing, huh?
Give me the best
description of him you can.
I'd say, uh... About 50.
Medium-built.
Five-nine, 5'10", maybe.
Kind of unkempt-looking.
Thin moustache.
Bushy eyebrows.
Oh, and he had a mole
on the side of his nose.
And reddish-grey hair.
Just the Dopp kit and the shoes?
Nothing else was disturbed? No.
His inside dope is
pretty good, Steve.
Better than pretty good.
I need to pull a lock on
that front door, Steve.
Go.
Hello?
It's for you.
Fairgate.
We've been hit again.
Room 766.
McGarrett, Five-0.
Doigt. Father Doigt.
Please come in.
This, uh, priceless holy object
has been in the possession
of my order since
the 14th century.
This relic must be returned.
It must be.
McGARRETT: What
sort of relic, Father?
Why, Santa Rosa.
The, uh, index
finger of her left hand.
Mr. McGarrett,
this is a desperate time for me.
I lead a... A very
sheltered life.
Tell me, are there any hopes
for the recovery of the object?
Well, of course
there are, Father.
If we move quickly enough.
We're in a kind of race
to establish his m.o.
His mode of operations.
His pattern, if you will.
But we do have
an ace in the hole.
Hotel organizations,
security organizations,
H.P.D. and Five-0,
we work very closely here.
We pool our information.
It's called the CIB, Father.
Central Information Bureau.
Computerized, centralized.
Steve, the Minoa Suite.
Another hit? More
like the jackpot.
Fifty thousand dollars'
worth of sapphires.
Chin, stay here and
work up a report. Let's go.
If you don't
mind, a little later.
This is all so wearying.
All right, Father. Later.
That poor old man.
He was really rocked.
The way it's going, he's
going to have a lot of company.
Like an epidemic.
Let's go, Chin.
Wait a minute. I just
thought of something.
The French word
for finger is "doigt."
Do you think we
were just given...?
That's exactly what I think.
There was no
ashtray in that room
with burnt paper.
I've got a couple of questions
I want to ask Father Doigt.
Open it.
Look at this.
You know what I
think, gentlemen?
We just briefed our thief.
Che?
Lots of prints, Steve.
And they all belong
to the maids, huh?
Ben, interview the housekeepers
in all the hotels
he's hit so far.
See if any of them got
a tip like this with a rose.
Tell the police artist I
want to see him in the office.
I want to work up a composite.
Steve?
This so-called Father Doigt
actually checked into the hotel.
Went through the procedure,
reservations and everything.
He didn't have to
go to all that trouble
just to pretend he was robbed.
I wonder why he did it.
Part of his m.o. maybe.
Which means there's a
registration card at the desk.
Che, check it for prints. Right.
Danno, get over to CIB.
You know what we need.
List of probables.
Any luck? No.
We'll keep looking.
Not even a near miss.
Oh, hello, Mr. Crocker.
Hello, Thelma.
How are you today?
Well, if 502 would
get out of here,
I could make it up
and hit the beach.
Cheer up, Thelma.
He can't stay forever.
Okay, Frank, that's about
as close as we can get.
Thank you.
Supposed to be
the same guy, huh?
Hope you have
more to say than that.
Well, not a whole lot.
That rose came from
the hotel flower shop.
Order was phoned in from
the room about half hour
before you got there.
Check the other
hotels? Yes, I did.
They're going to
question their staffs.
Should know by tomorrow.
Telex from Interpol.
Advisory on a thief
known only as S.R. Horus:
m.o. includes burnt
paper in ashtrays,
tips for hotel maids always
left under a fresh rose.
That's our man.
Your Interpol says
Horus may be coming this way.
"May be coming this way?"
Well, he's slick,
highly professional,
and uses disguises.
All right, fire one
back to Interpol.
I want everything
they've got on this guy.
It's already done.
It's coming in now.
Okay, get it. Let's
not waste time.
He's hit three hotels.
I've got one lock
here from each door
we know he had to go through.
I broke them all down,
went over them microscopically.
Drivers, tumblers,
keyways, everything.
Not a mark on them.
No tools, no pick.
Nothing but ordinary
wear patterns.
McGARRETT: So he's
entered each door with a key.
That's got to be his m.o.
I don't know, Steve.
Room keys, sure.
But a master?
They're hard to come by.
McGARRETT: But they can be made.
He's bright, he works fast.
He moves freely and there
isn't one key missing anyplace.
Now, have you got
any better explanations?
Okay, Che, let's
talk fingerprints.
Got quite a few
from the hotel staff.
From our friend
Father Doigt there,
as far as I can tell, nothing.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What about that
registration card?
You don't wear gloves
when you're registering.
Give you a maybe on that.
One print here I can't identify.
Just a fragment, which I took
to be left thumb, right here.
Well, that's where you
put your left thumb naturally
when you're registering
if you're right-handed.
Let's label this
unknown, but possible.
Do you have the
telex from Europe?
Here.
This tells us only one
thing we don't know so far.
His known take,
official insurance figures.
Just over $3 million.
He is no beginner.
No.
And he's no pauper either.
So why does he steal?
You can go in now.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Dalton.
Get me Williams, Five-0.
Steve, here's a list of
probables you asked for.
There's a guy over at CIB
who's a whiz with computers.
He set the whole thing up.
Programmed it, ran it through
four or five different ways.
According to him,
it comes down to
these three choices.
Got a favorite?
Yeah.
There are a couple of guests
at the Coral Crown Hotel
who are really loaded.
All right, Ben, Chin,
I want closed-circuit cameras,
uh, monitors, video
machines, usual setup.
Get right on it.
All right, Danno, I'll buy this.
Call the manager and
tell him we're on our way.
Right.
You know, all this
depends on the thief.
On, uh, how really
good his information is.
It's good, Danno. It's good.
But thanks for the reminder.
Hello, Steve. Joel.
Danny, good to see you.
Too bad it's such
sorry business.
Yeah.
We want to talk to you about
Mr. and Mrs. Scherzinger.
Lovely people. They really are.
But tell me this. We
have safe-deposit boxes,
virtually unassailable.
Why won't they use them?
Too much trouble?
Too much trouble.
The latest insurance
report tells us
that they're carrying
a hundred thousand
in jewelry with them.
That's why we're here.
We don't think this
Horus guy can pass it up.
We want to set a trap.
Well, if you mean
the usual thing,
you'll need a court order.
Like this?
I should have known.
McGARRETT: Tell
me about the jewels.
You know where they keep them?
- Yup.
And you'll laugh...
No, you'll cry when you hear it.
But, look, do they have to know?
McGARRETT: Not if you
can get them out of their suite.
It's taken care of.
Standard VIP treatment.
The hotel is giving
them a dinner.
Lots of booze, lots of food.
I think you'll have a clear
field between 7 and 11.
Maybe later.
McGARRETT: That
should be time enough.
If our boy hits at all.
McGARRETT: Oh, he
will, Danno, bet on it.
So tell Chin and Ben
to hustle with that
video equipment.
Steve, traveler in the corridor.
Security guard.
Black hair, moustache.
Possibly Oriental. Can't tell.
Medium height and weight.
I think he's going in.
He is going in with a key.
Easy, gentlemen, easy.
Chin, Ben, he's coming at you.
Steve.
He's got the box out.
He's working the lock now.
He's got them.
I said, freeze.
Gun on the floor.
You, uh, wouldn't shoot
an unarmed man, would you?
Hey, freeze.
He knew we would be there.
He knew it.
How?
Under the desk in
the manager's office.
Wired for sound, huh? No wonder.
Bugs.
With the Scherzinger necklace,
he's almost up to
a quarter million.
He has such an honest face.
Faces, Frank, faces.
I want you to work
up one more for me.
Take all three,
remove the disguises,
eliminate the differences,
and just set down what
they have in common.
Okay, see what I can do.
In a way, you can
spell it all in three letters.
Except that it's
not that simple.
Take that business on the Lanai.
Cut it close. Almost too close.
He could have been killed.
Easily.
He knew we were there
yet he walked in. Why?
Must have been a hundred
other rooms he could have hit,
yet he walked into a trap.
Even if there was
a way out, why r...?
Why risk it?
That's what I want to know.
It's not ego.
Most likely stupidity,
except he's not stupid.
No, no. No, no. He's not stupid.
Special messenger
just brought it in.
Marked personal and urgent.
McGARRETT: "McGarrett,
the pleasure of your company
"is requested at a burglary
"to be held 1 p.m. to 9 p.m.
"the 11th day of this month
"at the Hawaiian Regent Hotel.
"R.S.V.P. Yours sincerely,
S.R. Horus."
Well, the guy's cool.
And he's got class.
It's engraved.
Chin, check it for prints and
find out where it came from.
Well, that settles that.
This goes way beyond stealing.
We're dealing with some
special kind of motive here.
Guy walks into a trap,
apparently enjoys it so much
that he challenges us to
set up another one for him.
By invitation.
Now, why?
What kind of a kick does he get
out of something like that?
What kind of a man are
we dealing with here?
And who is he?
It's okay, Steve. We're alone.
"R.S.V.P. Yours
sincerely, S.R. Horus."
I'd like to say I'm surprised.
I'd like to say I
don't believe it,
but the question is
not what do we believe,
but what do we do about it?
Well, for openers,
assign someone
to give Mr. Williams
a tour of the building.
I'll get you the engineer.
And I'll throw in
a set of blueprints
so you'll know the whole layout.
Danno, every square
foot. And I mean know it.
Steve? Jenny said you needed me.
Right, I want you to hear
this, Che. Go ahead, Ben.
You know about the tips
under the roses? Okay.
They're turning up
in every hotel he's hit.
Not just once.
Ilikai, for example.
Registered in three
different rooms,
three different names
and three different faces.
That's why it's so easy
for him to disappear.
Plenty of places to hide.
But he not only checks
in in these disguises,
he also checks out in
them when he's through.
Well, if he didn't, there would
be a rash of disappearances
on the island and
that would mean,
sooner or later,
an investigation.
But what I don't understand
is he goes to all this trouble
checking in and checking out,
and then he tips us
to the whole thing.
Now, what is he after?
What's he trying to prove?
Steve, I don't even know
what it is you want with me.
From the number of
tips that have been left
for maids with these roses,
we know that he's, uh,
registered ten different times
under ten different names.
Now, here are the
registration cards.
I want you to dust them
and check every
print you can find.
Hey, that's a lot of prints
to identify and eliminate.
Che, we have nothing on this man
that we can take
him into court with.
We have no way to tie him
into the burglaries
except maybe this, uh...
Maybe here.
This half a thumbprint
that you came up with.
Now, half of maybe
is not enough.
Steve, found the
guy who printed this.
What about the
guy who ordered it?
That one.
- McGARRETT: Priest?
- Yeah.
In person, cash in hand,
came back, picked it up.
Told the printer it was a joke.
In and out, just like that.
Which gets us nothing.
No, no, wrong.
Tells us where we can find him.
You, uh, think he's
serious about this?
Yeah. Why?
Another telex arrived a few
minutes ago from Interpol.
A diamond courier
is en route here
from Johannesburg, South Africa
with $2 million in rough stones.
Now, stolen, they
would be untraceable.
Cut, they would triple in value.
Who's the courier delivering to?
A... A Newhall. A Luther Newhall
staying at the Hawaiian Regent.
What's with this Horus guy?
What is he trying to prove?
That he's smarter than we are?
No, I don't think so.
Look at it this way.
Some guys walk
tightropes, right?
Hundreds of feet in the
air without any nets below.
Now, the guy on the ground
thinks he's out of his mind,
but secretly, he envies him,
and the guy up there knows it.
So this Horus guy's some kind
of a tightrope walker.
Symbolically, yes.
Yes, he's got to
have his high risk.
And here's the big clue.
If the risk isn't there,
he manufacturers it.
Now, look at the pattern.
First, Father Doigt.
And then he walks into a trap
and drops 20
stories on some kind
of a mountain climbing device.
Now we get an invitation.
The guy's got millions.
He doesn't have to steal.
He doesn't need to steal.
What he needs is the high risk.
He's got to walk that tightrope.
And even if he falls
off and we nab him,
we've got nothing on him.
Not one thing to tie
him to the burglaries.
Which means we have
to catch him red-handed,
and this diamond courier
may be just the bait we need.
If he knows that
Newhall's expecting
a delivery of stones.
Oh, Ben, look at the information
he's gotten so far.
He knows. Count on it. He knows.
Hawaiian Regent.
Yes?
Yes, he's here.
McGarrett.
Yes, Duke?
Good. Good, don't lose him.
Courier's on his
way to the hotel now.
Ben, you take that room.
Chin, you take this one.
Now, Mr. Williams
will be staked out
in the room across the hall.
I'll be in the
lobby to alert them
as soon as the
courier enters the hotel.
Look, Mr. McGarrett,
there isn't going
to be any danger.
Those stones aren't worth it.
You're not going to be hurt.
That's one thing
we can be sure of
in dealing with this man Horus.
Just try to relax, Mr. Newhall.
Yes, sure.
Okay, let's go.
Thank you. Keep the change.
Danno, Ben, Chin,
courier has arrived.
He's using the house phone.
Mr. Newhall's room, please.
That's right,
Mr. Luther Newhall.
Hello?
Mr. Newhall?
Yes, indeed.
This is Simmons
from Johannesburg.
Well, you come right on up, son.
What's your room number?
Okay, he's on his way up.
He's heading for the elevator.
Anything yet, Danno?
Not yet, Steve.
Hello, Mr. Newhall.
Well, howdy, friend.
Step right in here.
I could have sworn
it was Newhall.
What have we got, Danno?
Blew it again, Steve.
Anything else?
Yes.
This guy's something else.
Room's registered to
Samuel Rose of Philadelphia.
Rose.
Horus.
The guy knows Latin too, huh?
Wonder how many other
rooms he's registered in.
I still don't get it.
I asked the operator
for Mr. Newhall's room.
Ben, check the
telephone relay panel
on the 10th floor.
I'd imagine that will answer
Mr. Simmons' question.
Right.
Where do we go from here, Steve?
Nowhere.
As long as we're
here, Horus is here.
He's having too much
fun with us now to stop.
He just doesn't want
to walk a tightrope.
He wants to dance on it.
Yeah. Hold it.
It's Che for you.
Yes, Che?
All right, get them
over here fast.
I'll meet you in the
manager's office.
McGARRETT: Thanks
to Che's fingerprint work,
we know that these two,
Samuel R. Rose and
Peter Dwyer, are both Horus.
But you say he checked
out under those two names.
That's right. That
leaves us with these.
Strasser.
What room this time?
Another hit?
Nineteen thirty-three.
Danno, Ben, Chin, 19th floor.
Let's move in.
Read you, Steve.
Okay, Steve, we're
in. Car Number 1.
Read you, Danno.
Car Number 1, express 19th floor
and hold the others.
Danno, check the
service elevator.
Car Number 2 has
been on that floor
for about six minutes now.
On our way.
Steve, the electric
eye controlling the door
is blocked with tape.
That's Car Number 2, right?
- Right.
Okay, Danno. If he runs,
we'll know where to find him.
Chin?
Yeah, Steve, I heard.
One more thing:
If that car moves, let it go,
and then stop it
dead between floors.
With pleasure.
Two more hits reported.
Some jade and
some platinum jewelry.
I know how you
feel, Mr. Strasser,
but it's only a matter of time.
He can't use the elevators,
the stairwells are blocked
and there are men
all around outside,
and every one of
them has a copy of that.
And all he's got is
2 million in stones
and some jade and some platinum
and who knows what else.
I'll tell you one
thing he hasn't got.
A way out.
Ben, Steve, I got him.
Hold it. Police officer.
Hold it.
Oh, he blew it.
How? There's no way out.
That hall comes right back here.
Let's split. Get him.
Steve, got him
cornered. Closing in.
Where is he?
I don't know.
What do we got there?
Steve, he got away.
I hate to say it, but
he could be anywhere.
You said R.S.V.P.,
but you forgot to
include an address.
Yes, I know.
Look familiar?
All four of them.
That took some doing.
You don't wear gloves
when you register.
You kept leaving us thumbprints.
Fragments, but enough.
That and a certain similarity
in the handwriting.
So, of course, you
knew where to find me.
Rose and Dwyer had checked out.
That left me only
two rooms to cover.
One on the 4th
floor and this one.
You see, you finally cut it
too close too often, mister...?
Bordeaux.
"Bordeaux."
What was it before
it was Bordeaux?
No, that's it, Bordeaux.
Bordeaux as in the wine.
Oh, incidentally, uh,
the invitation is genuine.
For a drink, if
you have the time.
Good champagne.
You should know me
by now, Mr. Bordeaux.
I'm a cop. I don't drink.
Now, I'll have the stones,
if you don't mind.
Even if I do?
I should have known.
Oh, well.
The, uh... The
remainder is quite safe.
Where, in a hotel
safe-deposit box?
Naturally.
Too many thieves about.
Which hotel?
You're a cop.
You can have a
lot of fun finding out.
Let's go.
After you, Monsieur Bordeaux.
Housekeeping?
Darter.
You got a new man on days?
You don't? No.
You're sure about
that? Positive.
Hotel security at the Surfrider
found burned paper like that
after the heist
there the other day.
Kind of like the guy was
leaving his trademark.
Yes.
Helen, get me the police.
Mr. McGarrett, I didn't
expect the services of Five-0.
Why not, Mr. Fairgate?
Two and a half million
people a year visit Hawaii.
If too many of them get
ripped off in their hotels,
they may take their
money elsewhere
and the state could come
down with a bad case
of the financial woes.
Who spotted the guy?
Darter.
Danno, Ben, get a
description and air it.
Duke, alert the airport.
Right. Chin.
Mr. Atwood, this
is Mr. McGarrett
of Hawaii Five-0, state police.
Mr. Atwood. Mr. McGarrett.
I'm really very sorry
about all this, Mr. Atwood.
Damn thieves.
It's the little woman
I worry about.
She's in there now all shook up.
I'd like to ask you
some questions.
Thanks very much for
coming, Mr. McGarrett,
but let's forget
the whole thing.
Everything's insured
so why complicate it?
But let's be practical.
You may have difficulty
collecting on an insurance claim
without a police report.
Okay. If there's
anything I can do to help.
All right, let's
start by telling me
what's missing, huh?
Give me the best
description of him you can.
I'd say, uh... About 50.
Medium-built.
Five-nine, 5'10", maybe.
Kind of unkempt-looking.
Thin moustache.
Bushy eyebrows.
Oh, and he had a mole
on the side of his nose.
And reddish-grey hair.
Just the Dopp kit and the shoes?
Nothing else was disturbed? No.
His inside dope is
pretty good, Steve.
Better than pretty good.
I need to pull a lock on
that front door, Steve.
Go.
Hello?
It's for you.
Fairgate.
We've been hit again.
Room 766.
McGarrett, Five-0.
Doigt. Father Doigt.
Please come in.
This, uh, priceless holy object
has been in the possession
of my order since
the 14th century.
This relic must be returned.
It must be.
McGARRETT: What
sort of relic, Father?
Why, Santa Rosa.
The, uh, index
finger of her left hand.
Mr. McGarrett,
this is a desperate time for me.
I lead a... A very
sheltered life.
Tell me, are there any hopes
for the recovery of the object?
Well, of course
there are, Father.
If we move quickly enough.
We're in a kind of race
to establish his m.o.
His mode of operations.
His pattern, if you will.
But we do have
an ace in the hole.
Hotel organizations,
security organizations,
H.P.D. and Five-0,
we work very closely here.
We pool our information.
It's called the CIB, Father.
Central Information Bureau.
Computerized, centralized.
Steve, the Minoa Suite.
Another hit? More
like the jackpot.
Fifty thousand dollars'
worth of sapphires.
Chin, stay here and
work up a report. Let's go.
If you don't
mind, a little later.
This is all so wearying.
All right, Father. Later.
That poor old man.
He was really rocked.
The way it's going, he's
going to have a lot of company.
Like an epidemic.
Let's go, Chin.
Wait a minute. I just
thought of something.
The French word
for finger is "doigt."
Do you think we
were just given...?
That's exactly what I think.
There was no
ashtray in that room
with burnt paper.
I've got a couple of questions
I want to ask Father Doigt.
Open it.
Look at this.
You know what I
think, gentlemen?
We just briefed our thief.
Che?
Lots of prints, Steve.
And they all belong
to the maids, huh?
Ben, interview the housekeepers
in all the hotels
he's hit so far.
See if any of them got
a tip like this with a rose.
Tell the police artist I
want to see him in the office.
I want to work up a composite.
Steve?
This so-called Father Doigt
actually checked into the hotel.
Went through the procedure,
reservations and everything.
He didn't have to
go to all that trouble
just to pretend he was robbed.
I wonder why he did it.
Part of his m.o. maybe.
Which means there's a
registration card at the desk.
Che, check it for prints. Right.
Danno, get over to CIB.
You know what we need.
List of probables.
Any luck? No.
We'll keep looking.
Not even a near miss.
Oh, hello, Mr. Crocker.
Hello, Thelma.
How are you today?
Well, if 502 would
get out of here,
I could make it up
and hit the beach.
Cheer up, Thelma.
He can't stay forever.
Okay, Frank, that's about
as close as we can get.
Thank you.
Supposed to be
the same guy, huh?
Hope you have
more to say than that.
Well, not a whole lot.
That rose came from
the hotel flower shop.
Order was phoned in from
the room about half hour
before you got there.
Check the other
hotels? Yes, I did.
They're going to
question their staffs.
Should know by tomorrow.
Telex from Interpol.
Advisory on a thief
known only as S.R. Horus:
m.o. includes burnt
paper in ashtrays,
tips for hotel maids always
left under a fresh rose.
That's our man.
Your Interpol says
Horus may be coming this way.
"May be coming this way?"
Well, he's slick,
highly professional,
and uses disguises.
All right, fire one
back to Interpol.
I want everything
they've got on this guy.
It's already done.
It's coming in now.
Okay, get it. Let's
not waste time.
He's hit three hotels.
I've got one lock
here from each door
we know he had to go through.
I broke them all down,
went over them microscopically.
Drivers, tumblers,
keyways, everything.
Not a mark on them.
No tools, no pick.
Nothing but ordinary
wear patterns.
McGARRETT: So he's
entered each door with a key.
That's got to be his m.o.
I don't know, Steve.
Room keys, sure.
But a master?
They're hard to come by.
McGARRETT: But they can be made.
He's bright, he works fast.
He moves freely and there
isn't one key missing anyplace.
Now, have you got
any better explanations?
Okay, Che, let's
talk fingerprints.
Got quite a few
from the hotel staff.
From our friend
Father Doigt there,
as far as I can tell, nothing.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What about that
registration card?
You don't wear gloves
when you're registering.
Give you a maybe on that.
One print here I can't identify.
Just a fragment, which I took
to be left thumb, right here.
Well, that's where you
put your left thumb naturally
when you're registering
if you're right-handed.
Let's label this
unknown, but possible.
Do you have the
telex from Europe?
Here.
This tells us only one
thing we don't know so far.
His known take,
official insurance figures.
Just over $3 million.
He is no beginner.
No.
And he's no pauper either.
So why does he steal?
You can go in now.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Dalton.
Get me Williams, Five-0.
Steve, here's a list of
probables you asked for.
There's a guy over at CIB
who's a whiz with computers.
He set the whole thing up.
Programmed it, ran it through
four or five different ways.
According to him,
it comes down to
these three choices.
Got a favorite?
Yeah.
There are a couple of guests
at the Coral Crown Hotel
who are really loaded.
All right, Ben, Chin,
I want closed-circuit cameras,
uh, monitors, video
machines, usual setup.
Get right on it.
All right, Danno, I'll buy this.
Call the manager and
tell him we're on our way.
Right.
You know, all this
depends on the thief.
On, uh, how really
good his information is.
It's good, Danno. It's good.
But thanks for the reminder.
Hello, Steve. Joel.
Danny, good to see you.
Too bad it's such
sorry business.
Yeah.
We want to talk to you about
Mr. and Mrs. Scherzinger.
Lovely people. They really are.
But tell me this. We
have safe-deposit boxes,
virtually unassailable.
Why won't they use them?
Too much trouble?
Too much trouble.
The latest insurance
report tells us
that they're carrying
a hundred thousand
in jewelry with them.
That's why we're here.
We don't think this
Horus guy can pass it up.
We want to set a trap.
Well, if you mean
the usual thing,
you'll need a court order.
Like this?
I should have known.
McGARRETT: Tell
me about the jewels.
You know where they keep them?
- Yup.
And you'll laugh...
No, you'll cry when you hear it.
But, look, do they have to know?
McGARRETT: Not if you
can get them out of their suite.
It's taken care of.
Standard VIP treatment.
The hotel is giving
them a dinner.
Lots of booze, lots of food.
I think you'll have a clear
field between 7 and 11.
Maybe later.
McGARRETT: That
should be time enough.
If our boy hits at all.
McGARRETT: Oh, he
will, Danno, bet on it.
So tell Chin and Ben
to hustle with that
video equipment.
Steve, traveler in the corridor.
Security guard.
Black hair, moustache.
Possibly Oriental. Can't tell.
Medium height and weight.
I think he's going in.
He is going in with a key.
Easy, gentlemen, easy.
Chin, Ben, he's coming at you.
Steve.
He's got the box out.
He's working the lock now.
He's got them.
I said, freeze.
Gun on the floor.
You, uh, wouldn't shoot
an unarmed man, would you?
Hey, freeze.
He knew we would be there.
He knew it.
How?
Under the desk in
the manager's office.
Wired for sound, huh? No wonder.
Bugs.
With the Scherzinger necklace,
he's almost up to
a quarter million.
He has such an honest face.
Faces, Frank, faces.
I want you to work
up one more for me.
Take all three,
remove the disguises,
eliminate the differences,
and just set down what
they have in common.
Okay, see what I can do.
In a way, you can
spell it all in three letters.
Except that it's
not that simple.
Take that business on the Lanai.
Cut it close. Almost too close.
He could have been killed.
Easily.
He knew we were there
yet he walked in. Why?
Must have been a hundred
other rooms he could have hit,
yet he walked into a trap.
Even if there was
a way out, why r...?
Why risk it?
That's what I want to know.
It's not ego.
Most likely stupidity,
except he's not stupid.
No, no. No, no. He's not stupid.
Special messenger
just brought it in.
Marked personal and urgent.
McGARRETT: "McGarrett,
the pleasure of your company
"is requested at a burglary
"to be held 1 p.m. to 9 p.m.
"the 11th day of this month
"at the Hawaiian Regent Hotel.
"R.S.V.P. Yours sincerely,
S.R. Horus."
Well, the guy's cool.
And he's got class.
It's engraved.
Chin, check it for prints and
find out where it came from.
Well, that settles that.
This goes way beyond stealing.
We're dealing with some
special kind of motive here.
Guy walks into a trap,
apparently enjoys it so much
that he challenges us to
set up another one for him.
By invitation.
Now, why?
What kind of a kick does he get
out of something like that?
What kind of a man are
we dealing with here?
And who is he?
It's okay, Steve. We're alone.
"R.S.V.P. Yours
sincerely, S.R. Horus."
I'd like to say I'm surprised.
I'd like to say I
don't believe it,
but the question is
not what do we believe,
but what do we do about it?
Well, for openers,
assign someone
to give Mr. Williams
a tour of the building.
I'll get you the engineer.
And I'll throw in
a set of blueprints
so you'll know the whole layout.
Danno, every square
foot. And I mean know it.
Steve? Jenny said you needed me.
Right, I want you to hear
this, Che. Go ahead, Ben.
You know about the tips
under the roses? Okay.
They're turning up
in every hotel he's hit.
Not just once.
Ilikai, for example.
Registered in three
different rooms,
three different names
and three different faces.
That's why it's so easy
for him to disappear.
Plenty of places to hide.
But he not only checks
in in these disguises,
he also checks out in
them when he's through.
Well, if he didn't, there would
be a rash of disappearances
on the island and
that would mean,
sooner or later,
an investigation.
But what I don't understand
is he goes to all this trouble
checking in and checking out,
and then he tips us
to the whole thing.
Now, what is he after?
What's he trying to prove?
Steve, I don't even know
what it is you want with me.
From the number of
tips that have been left
for maids with these roses,
we know that he's, uh,
registered ten different times
under ten different names.
Now, here are the
registration cards.
I want you to dust them
and check every
print you can find.
Hey, that's a lot of prints
to identify and eliminate.
Che, we have nothing on this man
that we can take
him into court with.
We have no way to tie him
into the burglaries
except maybe this, uh...
Maybe here.
This half a thumbprint
that you came up with.
Now, half of maybe
is not enough.
Steve, found the
guy who printed this.
What about the
guy who ordered it?
That one.
- McGARRETT: Priest?
- Yeah.
In person, cash in hand,
came back, picked it up.
Told the printer it was a joke.
In and out, just like that.
Which gets us nothing.
No, no, wrong.
Tells us where we can find him.
You, uh, think he's
serious about this?
Yeah. Why?
Another telex arrived a few
minutes ago from Interpol.
A diamond courier
is en route here
from Johannesburg, South Africa
with $2 million in rough stones.
Now, stolen, they
would be untraceable.
Cut, they would triple in value.
Who's the courier delivering to?
A... A Newhall. A Luther Newhall
staying at the Hawaiian Regent.
What's with this Horus guy?
What is he trying to prove?
That he's smarter than we are?
No, I don't think so.
Look at it this way.
Some guys walk
tightropes, right?
Hundreds of feet in the
air without any nets below.
Now, the guy on the ground
thinks he's out of his mind,
but secretly, he envies him,
and the guy up there knows it.
So this Horus guy's some kind
of a tightrope walker.
Symbolically, yes.
Yes, he's got to
have his high risk.
And here's the big clue.
If the risk isn't there,
he manufacturers it.
Now, look at the pattern.
First, Father Doigt.
And then he walks into a trap
and drops 20
stories on some kind
of a mountain climbing device.
Now we get an invitation.
The guy's got millions.
He doesn't have to steal.
He doesn't need to steal.
What he needs is the high risk.
He's got to walk that tightrope.
And even if he falls
off and we nab him,
we've got nothing on him.
Not one thing to tie
him to the burglaries.
Which means we have
to catch him red-handed,
and this diamond courier
may be just the bait we need.
If he knows that
Newhall's expecting
a delivery of stones.
Oh, Ben, look at the information
he's gotten so far.
He knows. Count on it. He knows.
Hawaiian Regent.
Yes?
Yes, he's here.
McGarrett.
Yes, Duke?
Good. Good, don't lose him.
Courier's on his
way to the hotel now.
Ben, you take that room.
Chin, you take this one.
Now, Mr. Williams
will be staked out
in the room across the hall.
I'll be in the
lobby to alert them
as soon as the
courier enters the hotel.
Look, Mr. McGarrett,
there isn't going
to be any danger.
Those stones aren't worth it.
You're not going to be hurt.
That's one thing
we can be sure of
in dealing with this man Horus.
Just try to relax, Mr. Newhall.
Yes, sure.
Okay, let's go.
Thank you. Keep the change.
Danno, Ben, Chin,
courier has arrived.
He's using the house phone.
Mr. Newhall's room, please.
That's right,
Mr. Luther Newhall.
Hello?
Mr. Newhall?
Yes, indeed.
This is Simmons
from Johannesburg.
Well, you come right on up, son.
What's your room number?
Okay, he's on his way up.
He's heading for the elevator.
Anything yet, Danno?
Not yet, Steve.
Hello, Mr. Newhall.
Well, howdy, friend.
Step right in here.
I could have sworn
it was Newhall.
What have we got, Danno?
Blew it again, Steve.
Anything else?
Yes.
This guy's something else.
Room's registered to
Samuel Rose of Philadelphia.
Rose.
Horus.
The guy knows Latin too, huh?
Wonder how many other
rooms he's registered in.
I still don't get it.
I asked the operator
for Mr. Newhall's room.
Ben, check the
telephone relay panel
on the 10th floor.
I'd imagine that will answer
Mr. Simmons' question.
Right.
Where do we go from here, Steve?
Nowhere.
As long as we're
here, Horus is here.
He's having too much
fun with us now to stop.
He just doesn't want
to walk a tightrope.
He wants to dance on it.
Yeah. Hold it.
It's Che for you.
Yes, Che?
All right, get them
over here fast.
I'll meet you in the
manager's office.
McGARRETT: Thanks
to Che's fingerprint work,
we know that these two,
Samuel R. Rose and
Peter Dwyer, are both Horus.
But you say he checked
out under those two names.
That's right. That
leaves us with these.
Strasser.
What room this time?
Another hit?
Nineteen thirty-three.
Danno, Ben, Chin, 19th floor.
Let's move in.
Read you, Steve.
Okay, Steve, we're
in. Car Number 1.
Read you, Danno.
Car Number 1, express 19th floor
and hold the others.
Danno, check the
service elevator.
Car Number 2 has
been on that floor
for about six minutes now.
On our way.
Steve, the electric
eye controlling the door
is blocked with tape.
That's Car Number 2, right?
- Right.
Okay, Danno. If he runs,
we'll know where to find him.
Chin?
Yeah, Steve, I heard.
One more thing:
If that car moves, let it go,
and then stop it
dead between floors.
With pleasure.
Two more hits reported.
Some jade and
some platinum jewelry.
I know how you
feel, Mr. Strasser,
but it's only a matter of time.
He can't use the elevators,
the stairwells are blocked
and there are men
all around outside,
and every one of
them has a copy of that.
And all he's got is
2 million in stones
and some jade and some platinum
and who knows what else.
I'll tell you one
thing he hasn't got.
A way out.
Ben, Steve, I got him.
Hold it. Police officer.
Hold it.
Oh, he blew it.
How? There's no way out.
That hall comes right back here.
Let's split. Get him.
Steve, got him
cornered. Closing in.
Where is he?
I don't know.
What do we got there?
Steve, he got away.
I hate to say it, but
he could be anywhere.
You said R.S.V.P.,
but you forgot to
include an address.
Yes, I know.
Look familiar?
All four of them.
That took some doing.
You don't wear gloves
when you register.
You kept leaving us thumbprints.
Fragments, but enough.
That and a certain similarity
in the handwriting.
So, of course, you
knew where to find me.
Rose and Dwyer had checked out.
That left me only
two rooms to cover.
One on the 4th
floor and this one.
You see, you finally cut it
too close too often, mister...?
Bordeaux.
"Bordeaux."
What was it before
it was Bordeaux?
No, that's it, Bordeaux.
Bordeaux as in the wine.
Oh, incidentally, uh,
the invitation is genuine.
For a drink, if
you have the time.
Good champagne.
You should know me
by now, Mr. Bordeaux.
I'm a cop. I don't drink.
Now, I'll have the stones,
if you don't mind.
Even if I do?
I should have known.
Oh, well.
The, uh... The
remainder is quite safe.
Where, in a hotel
safe-deposit box?
Naturally.
Too many thieves about.
Which hotel?
You're a cop.
You can have a
lot of fun finding out.
Let's go.
After you, Monsieur Bordeaux.