Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 6 - Murder Is a Taxing Affair - full transcript
A rogue IRS agent on the trail of a tax evader catches him in an airplane lavatory - and strangles him. The agent's real motive for the murder was to find and keep $600,000 the dead man was carrying in a suitcase. Then the suitcase is mistakenly picked up at Honolulu Airport by a flight attendant. The agent tracks her down and murders her as well, but once again it's the wrong suitcase. Two mainland tourists have the money and the IRS agent - who has joined Five-O as a special agent on the trail of the hot money - uses the police resources to go after them.
Do you want to carry
the small one, sir?
No. No, I'll check it.
Have a nice flight.
Steve, teletype from the
Internal Revenue Service,
San Francisco.
Jason T. Adams under indictment,
federal income tax evasion.
En route Honolulu, flight 842.
Traveling under the
name of Garrison.
Suspect carrying large
sum of cash. Advise caution.
Photo facts and description.
Hm. Why us, Danno?
Why not the local IRS office?
Well, they're smart. This
is Saturday. Heh-heh.
Well, always glad to
give the tax boys an assist.
We better call the
airlines, though,
and make sure Garrison's aboard.
Oh, I did. He's
there, all right.
Seat, uh, 2C, front cabin.
Did you advise the pilot?
I told him to do nothing
to alarm Garrison.
I said we'd meet the plane.
Let's move it.
Would you mind? I'm in a hurry.
Thank you very much.
Bye.
Can you hear me?
Hey, are you all right?
Are you the supervisor?
Yes.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
We're looking for a
passenger named Garrison.
I know it.
Your man's in here, but,
uh, he doesn't answer.
Step aside, please.
Get a mechanic. I
want this door taken off.
That won't be
ne-necessary, Mr. McGarrett.
There's a little trick we use
when children lock themselves in
at 30,000 feet, a can opener.
At this point, we
reunite mother and child.
Is this Garrison?
Yes.
When was the last
time you saw him alive?
Just... before we landed,
uh, about 10 minutes before.
Everyone else
was in their seats.
He... got up to go to the lav.
Just him?
Yes.
No...
There was another man.
Uh... dark beard...
glasses. He was in seat 3B.
Chin, have Danno
take the stewardess
to the baggage
claim area right away,
just in case the guy
with the beard hasn't left.
And, uh, Chin, set up
roadblocks at all airport exits
and surveillance at
any other airline gates.
We don't want the guy
to take the next plane out.
United Airlines flight 196
for San Francisco now
boarding at gate nine.
Mr. Ken Bennett, please report
to the ticket
information counter.
Excuse me. Have you seen
a bag that looks like this?
Someone took mine by mistake.
No, sir.
Anything?
Porter?
We're looking for a man
with a beard and sunglasses.
Have you seen anyone like that?
No, sir.
McGARRETT: Dark hair,
dark beard, sunglasses.
Nobody like that.
You looking for a
man with a beard?
Yeah.
He went in the restroom.
Thanks.
Like this?
A little wider.
Like this?
Yes.
How long do you figure, Joe?
Not much longer, Steve.
Almost through.
Victim.
Possible killer,
sitting where he could
observe the victim
at all times.
Looks like he stalked
him for 3,000 miles
before he made his hit.
Yeah.
Steve, airport searched
from top to bottom.
No sign of the
man with the beard.
No luck with the
roadblocks either.
Okay.
There's a Jonathan Cavel
to see you, IRS mainland.
Send him in, and
send Ben in too, please.
Right. This way, please.
Thank you.
Mr. McGarrett. Yes.
I'm Jonathan Cavel,
Internal Revenue Service.
I sent you a teletype
on the Adams case.
Yes, we got it.
Uh, welcome to our
bailiwick. Danny Williams.
How do you do?
Uh, where is he?
He was murdered.
Strangled to death on the plane.
What about the money?
No sign of it.
Beautiful.
Just beautiful.
How much was he carrying?
Six hundred thousand.
Was there any luggage?
Yeah. One piece, unclaimed.
What was in it?
Clothing, personal effects.
There had to be another
bag, the one with the money.
That could be.
The, uh, baggage claim
checks were torn off his ticket.
That's about it.
This is our chief
suspect. Ring any bells?
No.
He was using the
name Henry Marsh.
Bound to be a phony.
Like a $3 bill.
We've already checked
with the San Francisco police.
The address on his
ticket was nonexistent.
Miss Saunders got
a good look at him.
She was stewardess
on the flight.
Is there anything else
you can tell us about him
besides his appearance?
Well, he talked kinda funny,
some kind of accent.
What kind?
I don't know. Maybe European.
Oh, there was another thing.
He had this habit of...
Of cleaning his silverware,
wiping it like he was afraid
of germs or something.
Joe, 200 copies distributed
through our regular
H.P.D. and Five-0 outlets.
Be sure to include
all harbor and, uh,
airport security police.
Right.
Danno, Chin, Ben,
divide the list
among yourselves.
Check all the,
uh, tourist hotels.
Find everyone who
was aboard that flight
and show them that
sketch of Henry Marsh.
Maybe somebody can tell
us who he is or where he is.
I'd like part of that
list myself, McGarrett.
I want to work
along with your men.
Good, good. Do you need a car?
I've rented one.
Fine. We, uh, need
all the help we can get.
Here you are, right off the top.
Thank you.
Just think of me
as part of the team.
Mr. And Mrs. Arthur Davian?
Yes.
Five-0.
You were on flight 842 from
San Francisco this morning?
Yes.
Do you know this man?
I've never seen
him before in my life.
You, George?
Yeah, I remember this guy.
He was up in first class,
but I don't know him.
Thank you.
Or we can take the
number seven tour,
which starts on the North Shore
and goes through
a sugar cane field,
past Schofield Barracks,
to a beach on the
leeward side of the island,
where Burt Lancaster
kissed Deborah Kerr!
Hey, honey, bring me
my shaving kit, will you?
Which one?
Which one? The only one I have.
It's in the little,
brown valise, I think.
Listen, if that's too long,
there's a shorter one.
It skirts the breathtaking
shoreline past jewel light,
Koko Head Crater,
Makaha Point and...
Hey, Betty, this afternoon,
what do you say we take
a little trip someplace, huh?
See some scenery?
What do you think?
Betty?
Honey?
If we don't call the
police right now,
we are gonna be
in a lot of trouble.
This money could come from
a kidnapping, a bank robbery.
If we don't call them right now,
they're gonna think that we...
Shut up a minute,
will you, Betty?
They're going to think
that we stole that money!
Shut up!
Now, look. I've been
listening to you for eight years.
You listen to me for a change.
This money, we
don't know whose it is.
We don't know
where it came from.
We don't know
anything about a crime.
Will, they're going to think
that we took that money.
We don't know
anything about a crime!
Betty, this is our big chance.
One chance in a lifetime,
and I'm not letting go,
you understand that?
Uh, just a minute.
Mr. And Mrs. Will Rowan?
Yes, sir.
Five-0, may I come in?
Oh, surely.
You were on, uh,
flight 842 this morning
from San Francisco,
is that right?
Yes, sir.
Did you happen to see
this man or talk to him?
No.
Mrs. Rowan?
No.
Thank you.
Well, if you should see
him, please notify us at once.
And don't try any
contacts with him yourself.
He may be dangerous.
He's wanted on
suspicion of murder.
It's all right,
Betty. It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.
That money belongs to a killer.
He might be after us.
I told you you didn't
need that shawl.
Well, it seemed
so cold in the room,
the air conditioning.
And do you have the key?
Of course I have the k-key.
Roger, come in here, quickly.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
What happened here?
Somebody came in
while we were gone.
Tore everything apart.
Was anything stolen?
Nothing.
My jewelry and
clothes, they're all there.
What's going on?
Oh, this is Mr. And
Mrs. Walter Robinson.
They were on the
flight with Marsh.
Yes, I know. I had
them on my list.
Take a look inside.
When did the cyclone hit?
I don't know,
but the cyclone didn't
get what it was looking for.
Nothing's gone.
Henry Marsh. You know
what he'd be looking for.
Yeah, that's possible.
Could be the bags were
switched at the airport.
But why the Robinsons?
Why, out of everyone
on that plane,
would he think that
these people had his bag?
If the bags were
switched, that...
That would mean that there's
another one missing someplace.
Have you tried, uh, lost
and found at the airport?
Twice.
Try again.
No, better yet, Ben,
go down there yourself.
Look at everything
that came in today,
regardless of size,
and check for
owner identification.
Right.
Hold it. Look what I found.
Book matches from another hotel,
the International Inn.
What are they doing here?
Any idea where these came from?
Nope.
Henry Marsh?
Could be.
We'll hit the International Inn.
Can you take lost and
found at the airport for us?
Of course.
Come on. What's
the matter with you?
Are you sure this is right?
Of course I'm sure.
Sit down, sit down.
Look, honey, suppose the
police find our missing bag
and identify us through
the articles in it, okay?
Then they come to our hotel.
They come to the room,
and they ask us if we took
the money bag by mistake.
And we say no.
Then they say how
come we never came
to the airport lost and found
to inquire about our
own missing bag?
Then, what do we say?
I don't know.
Don't you see?
That's practically an admission
that we took the other bag.
I'm so confused.
Look, honey, you
just stay here, okay?
You stay here and be calm.
I'll handle it, all right?
Okay?
Mm-hm.
I beg your pardon.
Yes?
We seem to have, uh, lost a bag.
A brown cloth and leather
bag about, uh, oh, so big.
You too?
The police are
looking for one like that.
Wouldn't be yours, would it?
No, no, no. No. Couldn't be.
Uh, what flight were you on?
Eight forty-two.
Well, I'll check the crew.
Sometimes they
find these things.
Stewardess lounge, please.
Yes, Howard?
These people
were on your flight.
They lost a bag about so big...
Brown cloth leather.
Yes, I remember you.
A brown leather and cloth bag.
Yes, I think I can
help you with that.
Would you come with me, please?
I know just how you feel.
Once I picked up
another girl's handbag
and carried it around all day
before I realized my mistake.
Well, that is what
happened to you?
Oh, no. No, no, you
don't understand.
Look, I know how you
feel. It was so embarrassing.
Not just that I had
her handbag, but that...
Well, I waited so long
before I returned it.
I was afraid that
she might think that...
Heh. Well, you know
what people think.
Look, I'm your friend.
I don't want you
to get into trouble.
The airline doesn't either.
What happened to you,
well, that's an
understandable mistake.
But you didn't come forward,
and that was wrong.
Well, do you have any
idea what's going on?
How many police are
searching the city for that bag?
If you let it go beyond today,
you'll be in a lot of trouble.
Even now, they'll ask
why you waited so long.
I understand there's a
federal crime involved.
They might even think
you're accomplices.
We're not.
Look, there's an easy
way to handle this.
You give me the bag,
and I'll take it to the police
without using anyone's name.
I-I'll say I found
it on the plane.
That's the way we like
to handle these things,
with full protection
to our passengers.
No?
Well, I'll have to
make my report then.
Wait... Wait... Wait
a minute, miss.
You better come back to
the hotel with us right away.
Miss.
Five-0. Could you tell us if
this man is registered here?
No, never saw him before.
How long have you been on duty?
All day, since
8:00 this morning.
May I see your
registration slips?
Sure thing.
Thank you.
McGARRETT: Hm. Look at this.
Cavel.
He never said he
was staying here.
Never.
Federal agent. I'm
looking for a missing bag.
Yes, sir, I know. $600,000.
We've been alerted.
Good, but there's another thing.
We think the bags were switched,
so there may be another
piece of lost luggage around,
same general description.
Has anyone made an inquiry?
Yes. Earlier today.
Who?
Uh, mainland couple, 30-ish...
What's their name?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Miss Saunders took care...
Miss Saunders?
Who's Miss Saunders?
A stewardess. She
was on flight 842...
Where is she?
Where does she live?
I don't know.
You can check with personnel.
Second floor.
Check him out.
Who is it?
Jonathan Cavel.
I'm a federal officer.
We met in
Mr. McGarrett's office.
Oh.
Have you found the
money yet, Mr. Cavel?
Oh, come off it, honey.
I saw you come into
the building with it.
Now hand it over.
I don't know what
you're talking...
One warning! I don't give two.
The money now,
or you're a conspirator
in a federal crime.
I'll get it.
I guess we both
want the same thing.
Why not take it together?
We could go somewhere,
have a wonderful time.
The commodity
you're selling, miss,
is not very rare.
About $10 on the
average American street.
That's not why I sat
in a government office
for 32 years.
No, I've seen them all.
The cheats, the
sneaks, the rich ones
with their loopholes
and their lawyers.
I went back to a furnished
room with three suits in the closet
and 4200 bucks in the bank.
No, miss...
I'm not buying
what you're selling.
Because from now on, I take!
Ahh!
Steve, Cavel checks out.
He's a bona fide
IRS man, all right,
assigned to the Adam,
alias Garrison, case.
There's his picture,
telephotoed from San Francisco.
It's him, all right.
Only one thing funny.
I checked all the
passenger lists
on incoming flights today
and his name wasn't
on any of them.
Federal agent on the job,
might have traveled
under an alias.
Like what?
Jekyll and Hyde?
Look at that. Could it be?
What part of the list
did, uh, Cavel check?
First class, right off the top.
Which includes the Robinsons,
the people who had
their room torn up.
That's right.
Only they didn't have the money.
So if this... If this
theory is right,
it would mean Cavel would
have to hit someone else,
maybe somebody else
from a different part of the list.
Yeah, but the only full
passenger list is here.
Yeah, exactly,
which means he would
have to come back to us.
One thing bothers me, though.
If Cavel is Marsh,
why did he send Ben and
me to the International Hotel?
He knew that we'd check
out the, uh, registration.
Kept you busy for 15 minutes.
Maybe he had something to do.
Come in.
Lost and found was a total bust.
How did you make out?
No Henry Marsh at
the International Inn.
Ah, too bad.
Funny thing. I've been
in Hawaii for 12 years
and that's the first time
that I've been in that place.
That so?
How do you find it?
Adequate. Anonymous.
I've seen a thousand of them
on my U.S. Government per diem.
I did tell you I was
staying there, didn't I?
Oh, did you? I, uh...
I don't remember.
Might have slipped my mind.
Not important.
A living, breathing
man disappears.
I don't buy that.
Someone has to have seen
him. Someone on that plane.
Where's the rest of
that passenger list?
Right here.
Got something in mind?
Yeah, like catching a killer.
I want to check out
some more names.
Don't waste your
time. No point to it.
We've been over
the list, top to bottom.
No one knows Henry Marsh.
No one has seen him
since landing. Dead end.
Well, that, uh... That
post-mortem on Garrison
should be ready about now.
Anybody for the morgue?
Um... I'll be down
in a few minutes.
I want to call my
home office first.
Oh, fine, use my phone.
Thank you.
Long distance, please.
Area 415-392-9069.
Better make that
person-to-person,
J. Harold Pershall,
district director.
Operator, I just realized it's
after 8:00 in San Francisco.
My office is closed.
Um, cancel the call, please.
He took the bait. Let's go.
Do you have the,
uh, license number
of that white wagon?
Three E, 1934.
Thank you.
This is McGarrett. Patch
me through to central.
Central dispatch.
Put out an APB red alert.
1962 white Station Wagon.
License number 3-easy, 1934.
Ten-four.
Mr. And Mrs. Will Rowan?
Federal agent.
May I see some
identification please?
We're the Rowans.
Come with me.
You're under arrest.
Yes, he was here.
Inquired about some
missing baggage.
What did you tell him?
That the matter
was taken care of
by a stewardess,
Miss Alma Saunders.
Let's go.
Hm.
What a mess.
Here too.
What greed does to people.
I bet you're real respectable
folks back in... where?
Springfield? Toledo?
I'll bet you got a real good,
steady job, Will.
Help out at the
church bazaar, Betty?
I'll bet you're the one the...
The pastor can count on.
Year in, year out.
Greed.
Oh, you're not the only ones.
That cute, little
stewardess, Alma Saunders,
she thought she'd
pull a fast one.
But I guess your greed
won out over hers.
Telephone books.
Where are you taking us?
Well, uh, put yourself
in my place, Will.
Six hundred thousand
dollars missing.
A lot of greedy people involved.
First thing I gotta
do is count it,
make sure it's all there.
And for that, I need
a nice, quiet place.
All right, folks,
with the luggage.
Come on, come on.
All right, open it up.
One at a time.
This is it.
All right, Will, just toss it
over here right by my feet.
All right, folks, back inside.
With the luggage!
Uh, except for you know what.
And this time, Will, you
sit in the driver's seat.
What for?
Well, I'll tell you, Will.
There are two possibilities,
forward or back,
but I'll be the one to decide.
Don't get in, Will!
He wants to kill us!
Assuming that was my intention,
there's no reason I
can't do that right now.
Seems to me your best
odds are to do what I ask.
Don't get in!
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
Put the gun down,
Cavel. It's all over.
A deal, McGarrett. A deal!
My freedom for their lives!
No deals. No way out.
One way. One way out, McGarrett!
Hold your fire.
Cavel! Stop!
Are you okay?
No, no, I'm all
right. I'm all right.
the small one, sir?
No. No, I'll check it.
Have a nice flight.
Steve, teletype from the
Internal Revenue Service,
San Francisco.
Jason T. Adams under indictment,
federal income tax evasion.
En route Honolulu, flight 842.
Traveling under the
name of Garrison.
Suspect carrying large
sum of cash. Advise caution.
Photo facts and description.
Hm. Why us, Danno?
Why not the local IRS office?
Well, they're smart. This
is Saturday. Heh-heh.
Well, always glad to
give the tax boys an assist.
We better call the
airlines, though,
and make sure Garrison's aboard.
Oh, I did. He's
there, all right.
Seat, uh, 2C, front cabin.
Did you advise the pilot?
I told him to do nothing
to alarm Garrison.
I said we'd meet the plane.
Let's move it.
Would you mind? I'm in a hurry.
Thank you very much.
Bye.
Can you hear me?
Hey, are you all right?
Are you the supervisor?
Yes.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
We're looking for a
passenger named Garrison.
I know it.
Your man's in here, but,
uh, he doesn't answer.
Step aside, please.
Get a mechanic. I
want this door taken off.
That won't be
ne-necessary, Mr. McGarrett.
There's a little trick we use
when children lock themselves in
at 30,000 feet, a can opener.
At this point, we
reunite mother and child.
Is this Garrison?
Yes.
When was the last
time you saw him alive?
Just... before we landed,
uh, about 10 minutes before.
Everyone else
was in their seats.
He... got up to go to the lav.
Just him?
Yes.
No...
There was another man.
Uh... dark beard...
glasses. He was in seat 3B.
Chin, have Danno
take the stewardess
to the baggage
claim area right away,
just in case the guy
with the beard hasn't left.
And, uh, Chin, set up
roadblocks at all airport exits
and surveillance at
any other airline gates.
We don't want the guy
to take the next plane out.
United Airlines flight 196
for San Francisco now
boarding at gate nine.
Mr. Ken Bennett, please report
to the ticket
information counter.
Excuse me. Have you seen
a bag that looks like this?
Someone took mine by mistake.
No, sir.
Anything?
Porter?
We're looking for a man
with a beard and sunglasses.
Have you seen anyone like that?
No, sir.
McGARRETT: Dark hair,
dark beard, sunglasses.
Nobody like that.
You looking for a
man with a beard?
Yeah.
He went in the restroom.
Thanks.
Like this?
A little wider.
Like this?
Yes.
How long do you figure, Joe?
Not much longer, Steve.
Almost through.
Victim.
Possible killer,
sitting where he could
observe the victim
at all times.
Looks like he stalked
him for 3,000 miles
before he made his hit.
Yeah.
Steve, airport searched
from top to bottom.
No sign of the
man with the beard.
No luck with the
roadblocks either.
Okay.
There's a Jonathan Cavel
to see you, IRS mainland.
Send him in, and
send Ben in too, please.
Right. This way, please.
Thank you.
Mr. McGarrett. Yes.
I'm Jonathan Cavel,
Internal Revenue Service.
I sent you a teletype
on the Adams case.
Yes, we got it.
Uh, welcome to our
bailiwick. Danny Williams.
How do you do?
Uh, where is he?
He was murdered.
Strangled to death on the plane.
What about the money?
No sign of it.
Beautiful.
Just beautiful.
How much was he carrying?
Six hundred thousand.
Was there any luggage?
Yeah. One piece, unclaimed.
What was in it?
Clothing, personal effects.
There had to be another
bag, the one with the money.
That could be.
The, uh, baggage claim
checks were torn off his ticket.
That's about it.
This is our chief
suspect. Ring any bells?
No.
He was using the
name Henry Marsh.
Bound to be a phony.
Like a $3 bill.
We've already checked
with the San Francisco police.
The address on his
ticket was nonexistent.
Miss Saunders got
a good look at him.
She was stewardess
on the flight.
Is there anything else
you can tell us about him
besides his appearance?
Well, he talked kinda funny,
some kind of accent.
What kind?
I don't know. Maybe European.
Oh, there was another thing.
He had this habit of...
Of cleaning his silverware,
wiping it like he was afraid
of germs or something.
Joe, 200 copies distributed
through our regular
H.P.D. and Five-0 outlets.
Be sure to include
all harbor and, uh,
airport security police.
Right.
Danno, Chin, Ben,
divide the list
among yourselves.
Check all the,
uh, tourist hotels.
Find everyone who
was aboard that flight
and show them that
sketch of Henry Marsh.
Maybe somebody can tell
us who he is or where he is.
I'd like part of that
list myself, McGarrett.
I want to work
along with your men.
Good, good. Do you need a car?
I've rented one.
Fine. We, uh, need
all the help we can get.
Here you are, right off the top.
Thank you.
Just think of me
as part of the team.
Mr. And Mrs. Arthur Davian?
Yes.
Five-0.
You were on flight 842 from
San Francisco this morning?
Yes.
Do you know this man?
I've never seen
him before in my life.
You, George?
Yeah, I remember this guy.
He was up in first class,
but I don't know him.
Thank you.
Or we can take the
number seven tour,
which starts on the North Shore
and goes through
a sugar cane field,
past Schofield Barracks,
to a beach on the
leeward side of the island,
where Burt Lancaster
kissed Deborah Kerr!
Hey, honey, bring me
my shaving kit, will you?
Which one?
Which one? The only one I have.
It's in the little,
brown valise, I think.
Listen, if that's too long,
there's a shorter one.
It skirts the breathtaking
shoreline past jewel light,
Koko Head Crater,
Makaha Point and...
Hey, Betty, this afternoon,
what do you say we take
a little trip someplace, huh?
See some scenery?
What do you think?
Betty?
Honey?
If we don't call the
police right now,
we are gonna be
in a lot of trouble.
This money could come from
a kidnapping, a bank robbery.
If we don't call them right now,
they're gonna think that we...
Shut up a minute,
will you, Betty?
They're going to think
that we stole that money!
Shut up!
Now, look. I've been
listening to you for eight years.
You listen to me for a change.
This money, we
don't know whose it is.
We don't know
where it came from.
We don't know
anything about a crime.
Will, they're going to think
that we took that money.
We don't know
anything about a crime!
Betty, this is our big chance.
One chance in a lifetime,
and I'm not letting go,
you understand that?
Uh, just a minute.
Mr. And Mrs. Will Rowan?
Yes, sir.
Five-0, may I come in?
Oh, surely.
You were on, uh,
flight 842 this morning
from San Francisco,
is that right?
Yes, sir.
Did you happen to see
this man or talk to him?
No.
Mrs. Rowan?
No.
Thank you.
Well, if you should see
him, please notify us at once.
And don't try any
contacts with him yourself.
He may be dangerous.
He's wanted on
suspicion of murder.
It's all right,
Betty. It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.
That money belongs to a killer.
He might be after us.
I told you you didn't
need that shawl.
Well, it seemed
so cold in the room,
the air conditioning.
And do you have the key?
Of course I have the k-key.
Roger, come in here, quickly.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
What happened here?
Somebody came in
while we were gone.
Tore everything apart.
Was anything stolen?
Nothing.
My jewelry and
clothes, they're all there.
What's going on?
Oh, this is Mr. And
Mrs. Walter Robinson.
They were on the
flight with Marsh.
Yes, I know. I had
them on my list.
Take a look inside.
When did the cyclone hit?
I don't know,
but the cyclone didn't
get what it was looking for.
Nothing's gone.
Henry Marsh. You know
what he'd be looking for.
Yeah, that's possible.
Could be the bags were
switched at the airport.
But why the Robinsons?
Why, out of everyone
on that plane,
would he think that
these people had his bag?
If the bags were
switched, that...
That would mean that there's
another one missing someplace.
Have you tried, uh, lost
and found at the airport?
Twice.
Try again.
No, better yet, Ben,
go down there yourself.
Look at everything
that came in today,
regardless of size,
and check for
owner identification.
Right.
Hold it. Look what I found.
Book matches from another hotel,
the International Inn.
What are they doing here?
Any idea where these came from?
Nope.
Henry Marsh?
Could be.
We'll hit the International Inn.
Can you take lost and
found at the airport for us?
Of course.
Come on. What's
the matter with you?
Are you sure this is right?
Of course I'm sure.
Sit down, sit down.
Look, honey, suppose the
police find our missing bag
and identify us through
the articles in it, okay?
Then they come to our hotel.
They come to the room,
and they ask us if we took
the money bag by mistake.
And we say no.
Then they say how
come we never came
to the airport lost and found
to inquire about our
own missing bag?
Then, what do we say?
I don't know.
Don't you see?
That's practically an admission
that we took the other bag.
I'm so confused.
Look, honey, you
just stay here, okay?
You stay here and be calm.
I'll handle it, all right?
Okay?
Mm-hm.
I beg your pardon.
Yes?
We seem to have, uh, lost a bag.
A brown cloth and leather
bag about, uh, oh, so big.
You too?
The police are
looking for one like that.
Wouldn't be yours, would it?
No, no, no. No. Couldn't be.
Uh, what flight were you on?
Eight forty-two.
Well, I'll check the crew.
Sometimes they
find these things.
Stewardess lounge, please.
Yes, Howard?
These people
were on your flight.
They lost a bag about so big...
Brown cloth leather.
Yes, I remember you.
A brown leather and cloth bag.
Yes, I think I can
help you with that.
Would you come with me, please?
I know just how you feel.
Once I picked up
another girl's handbag
and carried it around all day
before I realized my mistake.
Well, that is what
happened to you?
Oh, no. No, no, you
don't understand.
Look, I know how you
feel. It was so embarrassing.
Not just that I had
her handbag, but that...
Well, I waited so long
before I returned it.
I was afraid that
she might think that...
Heh. Well, you know
what people think.
Look, I'm your friend.
I don't want you
to get into trouble.
The airline doesn't either.
What happened to you,
well, that's an
understandable mistake.
But you didn't come forward,
and that was wrong.
Well, do you have any
idea what's going on?
How many police are
searching the city for that bag?
If you let it go beyond today,
you'll be in a lot of trouble.
Even now, they'll ask
why you waited so long.
I understand there's a
federal crime involved.
They might even think
you're accomplices.
We're not.
Look, there's an easy
way to handle this.
You give me the bag,
and I'll take it to the police
without using anyone's name.
I-I'll say I found
it on the plane.
That's the way we like
to handle these things,
with full protection
to our passengers.
No?
Well, I'll have to
make my report then.
Wait... Wait... Wait
a minute, miss.
You better come back to
the hotel with us right away.
Miss.
Five-0. Could you tell us if
this man is registered here?
No, never saw him before.
How long have you been on duty?
All day, since
8:00 this morning.
May I see your
registration slips?
Sure thing.
Thank you.
McGARRETT: Hm. Look at this.
Cavel.
He never said he
was staying here.
Never.
Federal agent. I'm
looking for a missing bag.
Yes, sir, I know. $600,000.
We've been alerted.
Good, but there's another thing.
We think the bags were switched,
so there may be another
piece of lost luggage around,
same general description.
Has anyone made an inquiry?
Yes. Earlier today.
Who?
Uh, mainland couple, 30-ish...
What's their name?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Miss Saunders took care...
Miss Saunders?
Who's Miss Saunders?
A stewardess. She
was on flight 842...
Where is she?
Where does she live?
I don't know.
You can check with personnel.
Second floor.
Check him out.
Who is it?
Jonathan Cavel.
I'm a federal officer.
We met in
Mr. McGarrett's office.
Oh.
Have you found the
money yet, Mr. Cavel?
Oh, come off it, honey.
I saw you come into
the building with it.
Now hand it over.
I don't know what
you're talking...
One warning! I don't give two.
The money now,
or you're a conspirator
in a federal crime.
I'll get it.
I guess we both
want the same thing.
Why not take it together?
We could go somewhere,
have a wonderful time.
The commodity
you're selling, miss,
is not very rare.
About $10 on the
average American street.
That's not why I sat
in a government office
for 32 years.
No, I've seen them all.
The cheats, the
sneaks, the rich ones
with their loopholes
and their lawyers.
I went back to a furnished
room with three suits in the closet
and 4200 bucks in the bank.
No, miss...
I'm not buying
what you're selling.
Because from now on, I take!
Ahh!
Steve, Cavel checks out.
He's a bona fide
IRS man, all right,
assigned to the Adam,
alias Garrison, case.
There's his picture,
telephotoed from San Francisco.
It's him, all right.
Only one thing funny.
I checked all the
passenger lists
on incoming flights today
and his name wasn't
on any of them.
Federal agent on the job,
might have traveled
under an alias.
Like what?
Jekyll and Hyde?
Look at that. Could it be?
What part of the list
did, uh, Cavel check?
First class, right off the top.
Which includes the Robinsons,
the people who had
their room torn up.
That's right.
Only they didn't have the money.
So if this... If this
theory is right,
it would mean Cavel would
have to hit someone else,
maybe somebody else
from a different part of the list.
Yeah, but the only full
passenger list is here.
Yeah, exactly,
which means he would
have to come back to us.
One thing bothers me, though.
If Cavel is Marsh,
why did he send Ben and
me to the International Hotel?
He knew that we'd check
out the, uh, registration.
Kept you busy for 15 minutes.
Maybe he had something to do.
Come in.
Lost and found was a total bust.
How did you make out?
No Henry Marsh at
the International Inn.
Ah, too bad.
Funny thing. I've been
in Hawaii for 12 years
and that's the first time
that I've been in that place.
That so?
How do you find it?
Adequate. Anonymous.
I've seen a thousand of them
on my U.S. Government per diem.
I did tell you I was
staying there, didn't I?
Oh, did you? I, uh...
I don't remember.
Might have slipped my mind.
Not important.
A living, breathing
man disappears.
I don't buy that.
Someone has to have seen
him. Someone on that plane.
Where's the rest of
that passenger list?
Right here.
Got something in mind?
Yeah, like catching a killer.
I want to check out
some more names.
Don't waste your
time. No point to it.
We've been over
the list, top to bottom.
No one knows Henry Marsh.
No one has seen him
since landing. Dead end.
Well, that, uh... That
post-mortem on Garrison
should be ready about now.
Anybody for the morgue?
Um... I'll be down
in a few minutes.
I want to call my
home office first.
Oh, fine, use my phone.
Thank you.
Long distance, please.
Area 415-392-9069.
Better make that
person-to-person,
J. Harold Pershall,
district director.
Operator, I just realized it's
after 8:00 in San Francisco.
My office is closed.
Um, cancel the call, please.
He took the bait. Let's go.
Do you have the,
uh, license number
of that white wagon?
Three E, 1934.
Thank you.
This is McGarrett. Patch
me through to central.
Central dispatch.
Put out an APB red alert.
1962 white Station Wagon.
License number 3-easy, 1934.
Ten-four.
Mr. And Mrs. Will Rowan?
Federal agent.
May I see some
identification please?
We're the Rowans.
Come with me.
You're under arrest.
Yes, he was here.
Inquired about some
missing baggage.
What did you tell him?
That the matter
was taken care of
by a stewardess,
Miss Alma Saunders.
Let's go.
Hm.
What a mess.
Here too.
What greed does to people.
I bet you're real respectable
folks back in... where?
Springfield? Toledo?
I'll bet you got a real good,
steady job, Will.
Help out at the
church bazaar, Betty?
I'll bet you're the one the...
The pastor can count on.
Year in, year out.
Greed.
Oh, you're not the only ones.
That cute, little
stewardess, Alma Saunders,
she thought she'd
pull a fast one.
But I guess your greed
won out over hers.
Telephone books.
Where are you taking us?
Well, uh, put yourself
in my place, Will.
Six hundred thousand
dollars missing.
A lot of greedy people involved.
First thing I gotta
do is count it,
make sure it's all there.
And for that, I need
a nice, quiet place.
All right, folks,
with the luggage.
Come on, come on.
All right, open it up.
One at a time.
This is it.
All right, Will, just toss it
over here right by my feet.
All right, folks, back inside.
With the luggage!
Uh, except for you know what.
And this time, Will, you
sit in the driver's seat.
What for?
Well, I'll tell you, Will.
There are two possibilities,
forward or back,
but I'll be the one to decide.
Don't get in, Will!
He wants to kill us!
Assuming that was my intention,
there's no reason I
can't do that right now.
Seems to me your best
odds are to do what I ask.
Don't get in!
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
Put the gun down,
Cavel. It's all over.
A deal, McGarrett. A deal!
My freedom for their lives!
No deals. No way out.
One way. One way out, McGarrett!
Hold your fire.
Cavel! Stop!
Are you okay?
No, no, I'm all
right. I'm all right.