Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 9 - Flash of Color, Flash of Death - full transcript
Hobbs, a miner from the Australian Outback, comes to Hawaii to sell opals he has dug up. Hobbs' secret is that he is actually carrying a much larger and immensely more valuable cache, which he smuggled through customs after showing them his display items. When he negotiates with a jeweler, a robber bursts in and steals all of the gems. Hobbs tells Five-O about the theft of his small items, leaving out the bigger picture. He suspects (correctly) that the robbery was an inside job pulled off by associates of the jewelry-store owner. Hobbs finds the holdup man and kills him, only to find out that the jewels in the man's possession aren't Hobbs'. He launches a violent quest to find the top-grade jewels before Five-O does.
This is declaration number 138,
consignors, McHeath, Hempstead,
Sydney, Australia.
The representative
is Jeffrey Hobbs.
He's bonded by Mercantile
Insurance Company.
This is a lot of 50 opals,
and it's listed by international
metric carat weight.
The estimated value is $150,000,
and the duty was prepaid
at the point of departure.
You've not tampered with
the seal or the contents
of this case since it cleared US
Customs checkpoint at Sydney?
Not bloody likely, mate.
Yes, hello?
This is Jeff Hobbs.
Is Haggai in?
One moment, please.
Mr. Haggai, it's Mr. Hobbs.
Yes, Hobbs?
I've got them.
How soon can you be here?
Give me an hour.
I'll be waiting.
Magnificent!
And there are more where
that comes from, mate.
You walked through
customs with these?
I go through customs
four times a year.
Why should they stop me now?
How much?
Dirt cheap for you, mate.
Half a million dollars.
That's a lot of money.
You can make a
million on the mainland
without lifting a finger.
It's not that simple.
Look, don't try and
con me, Haggai.
I've spent a lifetime in opals.
I know every trick in the book.
I'm not questioning that.
Now look, I spent 10 years
collecting these stones.
I spent every penny I ever made
bribing the boys in
the sorting compound,
I stuck it out as a salesman,
I got the customs used to
my comings and my goings,
and in 10 years I never
made a wrong move.
Add to that 15 years
sweating it out
in the outback...
Look, Haggai...
Do you see the red
flashing in that stone?
That's blood, mate, my blood.
Freeze. In the back.
Come on. Come. Come on.
Let's go. Not you,
honey. You stay right here.
In the back. Come on.
Get over there
and open the safe.
Stay right where
you are, both of you.
Mr. Hobbs!
Doc?
He was killed by
two slugs from a .38,
fired at point-blank range.
The fourth jewelry
importer heist in a month.
Now they manage
to kill somebody.
The m.o. is just about the same.
Stocking masks, white gloves,
in and out fast.
This is Miyoshi Akura,
Haggai's assistant.
This is the hot list.
They took some opals
and hit the small safe
out in the front room.
You mean that's all they took?
The merchandise in that safe
was worth more than
all the rest combined.
Who opened it for them?
I did.
Where was Haggai while
all this was going on?
Back here with him.
One of the holdup
men went inside
while the other
held a gun on us.
And you heard nothing?
The door was closed.
Jeffrey Hobbs, Steve.
Steve McGarrett.
Hobbs is a salesman for
McHeath and Hempstead of Sydney.
Opals. After the heist
man blasted Haggai,
Hobbs tried to jump
him and got slugged.
That wasn't a very
smart move, Mr. Hobbs.
Heh! Well, I'll tell
you, it's like this, mate.
You see, I was a
prospector in the outback,
you know, temperature
122 degrees in the shade.
Only there's no shade. Heh.
Down under, folks have a
saying about opal hunters.
The only place
you can't hurt them
is in the back of the head. Heh.
He... He also went after the
men when they left the store.
Why, you were really
asking for it, weren't you?
Like I said, if I had any brains
I wouldn't be an opal hunter.
Anyway, all I got for my trouble
was a handful of stocking.
You pulled off his mask?
Right after he shot Haggai.
Then you got a look at him?
For a split second, maybe,
but then everything went black.
What about you and the
others out in the store?
Did you see the man?
He held Mr. Hobbs' sample
case up in front of him.
And what about the other
man, the other holdup man?
He also wore a mask.
Mr. Hobbs, H.P.D. and
Five-0 have been working
for weeks on this series
of jewelry import holdups.
We've put together a long
list of possible suspects.
Now I emphasize "possible"
because we haven't
been able to pin
one thing on any of them.
Most of the men have
done time for armed robbery,
so we do have mug shots.
Do you feel up to, uh,
taking a look at the pictures
to see if you can
identify the man
whose mask you tore off?
Oh, you're bloody right, mate.
Good, good. Where
are you staying?
Nautilus Hotel.
Doc, see if he's up to it.
Danno, you drive him down there.
Oh, one more thing, Mr. Hobbs.
When you chased the
two men out into the street,
did you see anything...
Anything at all
that might help us?
Not a thing, mate.
Not one bloody thing.
License plate,
make of car, color?
No, nothing. Sorry,
wish I could help.
Nope.
Ain't him.
Nope.
Now that's an
ugly face, isn't it?
You recognize him?
Lee Franks... ex-boxer.
"Auto mechanic, present
whereabouts unknown."
Could it have been him?
It's not likely that
anybody would forget
a face like that,
now is it, mate?
I guess you've had it for now.
Well, I am a trifle woozy, mate.
Why don't we pick
this up in the morning?
I'll get you a car to
take you to your hotel.
Oh, there's... There's
no need for that, really.
Uh, I'd rather you blokes
go after those opals
of mine, all right?
License plate number N3, 625.
That car is registered
to James Kulaani,
570 Halekauwila
Street, Honolulu.
James Kulaani live here?
Yeah, he's here.
Jimmy!
A fella here to see you.
You can go downstairs
and walk around.
Hi.
You're James Kulaani?
Yeah.
All right, I'll go
along with it.
Do you own a white,
four-door Sedan
license number N3, 625?
That's my license,
but it's not a white,
four-door Sedan, it's a bug.
Where is it?
It's the red one
across the street.
Hey! Hey, what's going on?
Hey, who are you?
What do you want?
Could anybody have used
your plates this morning?
Huh?
Taken them, used them,
and then put 'em back again?
No, I was working on the
car all morning except...
Except what?
I had the wheels aligned.
Where?
It didn't take
more than an hour.
I said where!
Hi.
Hi. Uh, is Lee around?
Lee? He's working
mornings this week.
Do you know
where I can find him?
Depends. What for?
I'm just an old buddy of his.
We used to box
together, you know?
That right?
Yeah.
I'm the one that broke
his nose, you know.
But don't tell him
I told you that.
Anybody that busted Lee's
nose is a friend of mine.
Only don't tell
him I told you that.
That's good, man. Now,
look. I'm just passing through.
Can you tell me
where I can find him?
He lives on King Street, 119.
Think it's apartment 14.
Cable from the Sydney
Police Department
in reply to our query
about Jeffrey Hobbs.
Divorced, never remarried.
Salesman of McHeath
and Hempstead
for over 10 years.
Bonded by Maclure
of London for $500,000.
So... Hobbs is clean.
Query, were all the importers
hit by the same two men?
Yeah, m.o. says yes.
McGARRETT: Maybe.
In the first three holdups,
the two men hit only the
display cases up front,
grabbed what
they could, and ran.
They never went into
an office or back room.
But they did at Haggai's.
Right, and there's
one other difference.
At Haggai's they killed a man.
They shot a clerk
in the second holdup.
Winged him. Winged him.
Big difference
between winging a man
and shooting
point-blank range to kill.
Could be someone else
pulled the Haggai job.
That's exactly
what I'm getting at.
One thing could put a
crimp in your theory, Steve.
If the bullet that wounded
the clerk in the second holdup
and the bullets
that killed Haggai
were fired from the same gun.
Yeah. Has Che finished
the ballistics report?
Not yet.
Okay. Check him out, Danno.
Right.
The first is .32 caliber,
six grooves, left twist.
Indicated weapon,
a Colt Ejector.
The second is a .38 caliber,
five grooves, right twist.
Probable weapon, a
Smith and Wesson special.
Different weapons,
that's a point for Steve.
Maybe, maybe not.
M.o.'s do change.
Yes, but if someone else
pulled off the Haggai job,
they obviously went
to a lot of trouble
to make it look
like just another one
in a series of robberies.
But why? What
made it so important?
Important enough to kill for?
An inside job, maybe, if
somebody knew Hobbs
was bringing in a
consignment of opals.
Worth $150,000 retail
according to McHeath
and Hempstead.
Every stone weighed,
photographed, and registered.
No fence would pay more
than 10 percent for that stuff.
Then there was something more.
A lot more.
Something worth killing for.
Hello, Lee.
How did you find me?
That's not important, mate.
What is important is that, uh...
I'm holding the gun this time.
Okay, pal. Let's talk deal.
A deal?
I spent my bloody life
collecting those opals, mate.
The only deal you're
gonna get is your life,
and I'm not bloody
anxious about that, all right?
The point is, I know where
those green beauties
are, and you don't.
So where are they?
Tell me where they are.
All I'm asking...
These aren't mine!
Where are they? Where?
One slug, Steve.
Looks like a .38.
Found these paycheck
stubs in a drawer.
Looks like he worked for a place
called Tri-Star Auto Clinic.
Yeah. Check it out, Chin.
Duke, you go with him.
Steve.
Yeah, Danno.
Lee Franks' name
was on our possible
suspects list, remember?
I'll send for the wagon.
Yeah. The trouble
with that is, Danno,
he was just one of 30.
Still stripping 'em down, Jake?
You know I'm through
will all that stuff.
Why did you give
Lee Franks a job?
Because I needed mechanics,
and Lee was a good one.
Look, that's all I cared about.
What he did on his own
time was his own business.
Who were his friends?
I don't know. He just
worked for me, that's all.
Did anybody ever come
around looking for him?
Not that I know of.
If you should remember anything,
you know how to reach us.
It's brownie points
if you do, Jake.
Let's go.
There was a guy
here, Jake, yesterday.
He was asking for Lee.
Cork it up. I don't
want no trouble.
Who was the guy?
I don't know, Jake. I
never saw the guy before.
He had light hair, gray eyes,
spoke kind of funny,
like... Like a limey.
Okay, you did good telling me,
but don't tell anyone
else, you understand?
Sure, Jake.
All right, I'll be
back in an hour.
You keep an eye open.
Right.
There's no doubt about it.
The bullets that
killed Lee Franks
and the bullet
that killed Haggai
were fired from the same gun.
Take a look at those
grooves. A perfect match.
Mm. So there is a connection
between Franks
and the Haggai job?
Yes, for what it's worth.
Don't knock it. Thanks, Che.
After what happened to Lee,
I thought you'd like to know.
I appreciate it very much, Jake.
Ah, you don't have to do that...
No, you keep that.
Keep in mind
there's a lot more
where that came from.
Thank you. See you, Jake.
Hello, Jake.
Who are you? What do you want?
The name of the
man you just visited.
Huh? What man? I-I
got a girlfriend here.
Oh, really? Then
what's her name, Jake?
Hey, look, mister,
I don't want...
Jake, talk!
Hey, I swear... I said talk!
All right. All right.
He must have been crazy!
It's a nice place
you've got here, love.
Thank you.
Must cost a bit of
money for a working girl.
I worked for
Mr. Haggai eight years.
He paid a very generous salary.
Oh, I'm sure he did,
love. I'm sure he did.
I know what you're
thinking, Mr. Hobbs,
but you're wrong.
Mr. Haggai was my
employer, and that's all he was.
I'm sorry.
You don't have to
apologize, Mr. Hobbs,
but I would appreciate
it if you'd explain.
Explain?
The reason for this visit.
Oh, that? Yes, well...
I got to thinking, you
see, about the robbery.
About the way it
happened, you know?
And I thought that
maybe, just maybe now,
somebody set me up.
Set you up?
Knew where I was gonna be,
and when I was gonna be there.
And I thought,
supposing Haggai...
Haggai? Right.
And do you think he set
up his own murder too?
Oh, no, love, I
don't think that, no.
No, I think he was
double-crossed.
That means that somebody
else had to be involved.
It's very bright of you,
darling, to think of it.
You answered the phone.
You knew I was coming in, love.
It's ridiculous!
Who would go
to all that trouble,
much less kill a man,
for a routine
consignment of opals?
Or was it so routine?
Meaning what, love?
Meaning did you and Mr. Haggai
have other business on the side?
Now, what would make
you think of a thing like that?
What was it, Mr. Hobbs?
What kind of deal
did you really have
with Mr. Haggai?
Whatever it was,
it's strictly none
of your business!
If you value your
pretty little self,
you won't go running
off to the coppers
with half-baked suspicions.
Do you understand me? Do you?
What have you got, Che?
A fragment of opal
vacuumed out of Lee
Franks' jacket pocket.
Now this. One of the
electron microscope photos
of the consignment
Hobbs brought in,
opal number 23.
Look at the part I circled
and compare it to the
fragment under the comparator.
Precious opal consists
of layers of silica spheres,
about 30,000 to the inch.
Now, they're responsible
for the light diffractions
which make all
those beautiful colors.
Almost like fingerprints.
And just as individual.
That definitely puts Franks
on the scene at Haggai's.
He was one of the heist men.
Two things, Danno.
Get me the mug
shots of Lee Franks,
and, uh, have Hobbs
brought in. I wanna talk to him.
He knows, I tell you.
All that talk about
Haggai setting him up
and then being double-crossed.
He doesn't believe that.
He knows the tip-off
had to come from me.
Oh, baby, take it easy,
will you? Sit down.
Come on, come on.
Is, uh, that what
you told Franks
the last time you saw him?
Now that's hitting
a little low, baby.
I'm sorry.
All right. Forget it.
I'm scared.
All right, here's
what we're gonna do.
We're gonna go for a quick deal.
Maybe take a little less money,
and then clear out fast.
Hoffmeyer.
Hoffmeyer, this is Webber.
I, uh... I've got
some merchandise
I think you'll be interested in.
Yes, well, when can I
examine the merchandise?
You convenience. Anytime.
All right, meet me at the
corner of Kilo Park Road
in one hour.
Sit down, won't you please?
I sent for you, Mr. Hobbs,
because I have some questions
that I thought you
might be able to clear up
regarding the holdup.
I'll do my best, chum.
What kind of questions
have you got in mind?
Well, for instance, did
anyone besides Haggai
know what time
you'd be at his place?
I can't rightly say.
How about Miss Akura?
Haggai might have told her,
but you'll have to ask
her that one, mate.
What have you got
in mind, McGarrett?
Well, think about it.
Two men barge
into Haggai's place.
One of them stays out front,
but the other goes
directly to a back room
where you just happen
to be showing your
opals to Haggai.
Opals worth... what?
Wholesale, $75,000.
Registered opals, right?
Right.
Indexed and catalogued.
The easiest stones
in the world to identify.
A thief would be, uh, lucky
to get 10 percent
of the retail value.
A fence would be
a fool to pay more.
Why, Mr. Hobbs?
Why what?
Why take your opals
and leave behind
several hundred
thousand dollars' worth
of more easily
disposable jewelry?
That's a bloody good
question, McGarrett.
I'm afraid you got me there.
You have no idea?
Meaning that, uh...
I'm trying to hide
something from you?
Is that what you're
thinking, McGarrett?
That's what I'm
thinking, Mr. Hobbs.
All right, I give up.
What are these?
Mug shots. Mug
shots of the one man
you had any
interest in yesterday,
according to Dan
Williams. The one man.
So, what?
And quite by chance,
the man who was shot
with the same gun
that killed Haggai.
How do you explain
that, Mr. Hobbs?
Explain?
I don't have to explain
a bloody thing, mate.
He's the man whose
mask you tore off, isn't he?
That's a lie.
The man with the
face you can't forget.
That's what you
told Dan Williams.
And I agree, Mr. Hobbs. I agree.
Unless you're someone
with a good reason to forget it.
Reason? What possible
reason could I have?
Tell me that. What reason,
mate? They were my opals.
Oh, no, no. Not yours.
McHeath and Hempstead's.
And they were insured,
yet you risked your
life to protect them.
Insurance doesn't cover
my commission, mate.
Which was what?
$5,000.
You risk your life for $5,000?
Five thousand dollars may not
seem much to you, McGarrett,
but where I come from,
it buys a lot of kip and tucker.
And I'll tell you
something else, McGarrett.
I'm not a man that takes
kindly to being called a liar.
Do you understand?
Now, do you have any
more questions, sir?
Yes, but they can
wait. They can wait.
Ben.
Yeah, Steve.
Tail him. Dog him. Don't
let him out of your sight.
Jenny, get me John Manicote
or anyone who's available
in the DA's office.
I want some search warrants.
Patch me through to McGarrett.
McGarrett.
Ben, Steve. Hobbs
must have spotted the tail.
He's in the building,
but I don't know where.
Any instructions?
Yes. Ask for
assistance from H.P.D.
I want every possible exit
from that building covered,
front and back.
Steve, here's something.
This is the same
location where Jake Willis
was hit by the truck yesterday.
We'll follow that
up. Stick with Hobbs.
All units assigned, Steve.
Do you want me to...? Hold it.
It's Miyoshi Akura
coming out of the garage.
No make on the guy driving.
It's a white, four-door Sedan,
damaged rear fender.
License number... 5C-7401.
You want me to tail him?
No, no, no. Keep
bird-dogging Hobbs.
I'll have an H.P.D.
car pick them up.
Give me some fix on direction.
Going west on Ala Wai Boulevard,
near Lois Intersection.
Got it.
A hundred thousand.
You've gotta be kidding.
Opals aren't the easiest
stones in the world to pass.
You can't cut them
up like diamonds.
You don't have to.
These have never
been registered.
I can't be sure of that.
Ah, but you can.
These stones are in a class
with, uh, The Flame Queen,
Or... Or The Burning of Troy.
If these gems were
ever reported stolen,
they'd be on every
hot list in the country.
I'll check and let you know.
All right.
You do that.
Dan, that white Sedan
is registered in the name
of Hal Webber, Hawaiian Towers.
I ran it through the computer.
No record.
And Miyoshi Akura,
she's clean too.
Right.
Yeah?
Webber?
Yeah.
Hoffmeyer. Listen, the
merchandise checks out.
Let's get together
and talk business.
The corner of Diamond Head Road
and Paikau Street, half-hour.
Okay, I'll be there.
Hey, mate! Hey, I'm in a fix.
You can get me out
of a big jam, mate.
What did you say?
I said I'm in a fix,
and you can help
me out of a big jam.
Will you do it?
Listen, mister,
Mr. Walton ordered
his car out front at 2:00.
Well, you've still
got five minutes.
Look, let me explain. I've
been seeing this bird, see?
My old woman's found out,
and she's outside
waiting to clobber me.
That's tough. What do
you expect me to do?
Let me scrounge
down in the back,
drive a couple of blocks,
let me out, that's all.
Sorry, bud.
Hey, wait, mate. Wait, listen.
Yeah. It's worth a tenner to me.
Okay, buddy. Scrounge.
Mr. Hoffmeyer?
Yes?
Who are you? What do you want?
Drive, mate.
You... You sure this is legal?
Read it.
But how am I gonna
explain it to Mr. Hobbs?
Don't worry. We'll explain.
Dames keep more junk.
Stuffed toys.
I like 'em.
Danny. Looks new too.
Well, that's no way to
treat an expensive jacket.
Unless what he took out
was more expensive
than the jacket.
Shoulder pads?
Yeah, padded with opals.
Yes?
Danny, we found a dozen
opals sewed up in a toy bear.
They correspond with
the general description
of the consignment
that Hobbs brought over.
Good. Check it out
with Steve and Che.
I'll meet you
back at the office.
And tell Duke to
cover Miyoshi's place.
Steve wants her brought
in if she shows up.
We'll take the jacket.
We'd better give him a receipt.
How much?
Half a million. Cash.
You've gotta be kidding.
Um...
Answer it.
Hoffmeyer.
Good afternoon, Mr. Hoffmeyer.
I've been trying to call you.
You ready to do business?
Yes.
Fine, then listen closely.
We're in the back
room of Haggai's.
Ring the bell, one long signal.
I'm on my way.
All right, get back there.
Get back there!
Not a sound out of you, darling.
Not that your friend in
the back room can hear.
You don't need me anymore.
Is... Is it all
right if I go now?
Sure, mate. Why not? Go.
I'll keep my mouth shut.
You have my solemn word.
Oh, I'm certain of it. Move!
Here's how we're gonna play it.
You're gonna open
that door just a crack
and tell your boyfriend in there
that everything's all right,
just in case he's
a... A little skeptical.
Do you understand? Do it.
It's okay. He's alone.
Get back. Get back!
Well, here we are all together,
nice and cozy.
Where are they?
Where are they?
In the vault.
Open it.
Open it!
Steve, report from H.P.D.
A silent alarm has been
triggered at Haggai's.
Car's on the way.
Silent approach.
Somebody's doing business
on Sunday, gentlemen.
Let's go.
If you love him so much
you want to die with him,
just say the word.
If you want to live,
get the opals right now.
Move it.
How do I know you won't kill me?
Kill a pretty bird like you?
That's not my style, love. No.
You play your
cards right, and, uh,
maybe I'll give you one of
those stones as a memento.
You're just saying that.
How can I be sure
you won't shoot me?
You have my solemn word.
Now get the opals.
No! You promised
you wouldn't shoot me.
Hobbs never breaks
a promise, darling.
Really. Come on.
There's a good girl.
Ah!
My darling.
Freeze!
Don't move. Put that gun down.
Frisk him.
Webber's dead, Steve.
Where's the girl?
Where's the girl?
I locked her in the vault.
Radio for a rescue squad, Chin.
Get her out.
They're mine,
McGarrett! They're mine!
I worked my guts out for them!
I spent half my
life collecting them!
They're mine!
And you're going to
spend the rest of your life
paying for them.
Book him.
Let's go!
consignors, McHeath, Hempstead,
Sydney, Australia.
The representative
is Jeffrey Hobbs.
He's bonded by Mercantile
Insurance Company.
This is a lot of 50 opals,
and it's listed by international
metric carat weight.
The estimated value is $150,000,
and the duty was prepaid
at the point of departure.
You've not tampered with
the seal or the contents
of this case since it cleared US
Customs checkpoint at Sydney?
Not bloody likely, mate.
Yes, hello?
This is Jeff Hobbs.
Is Haggai in?
One moment, please.
Mr. Haggai, it's Mr. Hobbs.
Yes, Hobbs?
I've got them.
How soon can you be here?
Give me an hour.
I'll be waiting.
Magnificent!
And there are more where
that comes from, mate.
You walked through
customs with these?
I go through customs
four times a year.
Why should they stop me now?
How much?
Dirt cheap for you, mate.
Half a million dollars.
That's a lot of money.
You can make a
million on the mainland
without lifting a finger.
It's not that simple.
Look, don't try and
con me, Haggai.
I've spent a lifetime in opals.
I know every trick in the book.
I'm not questioning that.
Now look, I spent 10 years
collecting these stones.
I spent every penny I ever made
bribing the boys in
the sorting compound,
I stuck it out as a salesman,
I got the customs used to
my comings and my goings,
and in 10 years I never
made a wrong move.
Add to that 15 years
sweating it out
in the outback...
Look, Haggai...
Do you see the red
flashing in that stone?
That's blood, mate, my blood.
Freeze. In the back.
Come on. Come. Come on.
Let's go. Not you,
honey. You stay right here.
In the back. Come on.
Get over there
and open the safe.
Stay right where
you are, both of you.
Mr. Hobbs!
Doc?
He was killed by
two slugs from a .38,
fired at point-blank range.
The fourth jewelry
importer heist in a month.
Now they manage
to kill somebody.
The m.o. is just about the same.
Stocking masks, white gloves,
in and out fast.
This is Miyoshi Akura,
Haggai's assistant.
This is the hot list.
They took some opals
and hit the small safe
out in the front room.
You mean that's all they took?
The merchandise in that safe
was worth more than
all the rest combined.
Who opened it for them?
I did.
Where was Haggai while
all this was going on?
Back here with him.
One of the holdup
men went inside
while the other
held a gun on us.
And you heard nothing?
The door was closed.
Jeffrey Hobbs, Steve.
Steve McGarrett.
Hobbs is a salesman for
McHeath and Hempstead of Sydney.
Opals. After the heist
man blasted Haggai,
Hobbs tried to jump
him and got slugged.
That wasn't a very
smart move, Mr. Hobbs.
Heh! Well, I'll tell
you, it's like this, mate.
You see, I was a
prospector in the outback,
you know, temperature
122 degrees in the shade.
Only there's no shade. Heh.
Down under, folks have a
saying about opal hunters.
The only place
you can't hurt them
is in the back of the head. Heh.
He... He also went after the
men when they left the store.
Why, you were really
asking for it, weren't you?
Like I said, if I had any brains
I wouldn't be an opal hunter.
Anyway, all I got for my trouble
was a handful of stocking.
You pulled off his mask?
Right after he shot Haggai.
Then you got a look at him?
For a split second, maybe,
but then everything went black.
What about you and the
others out in the store?
Did you see the man?
He held Mr. Hobbs' sample
case up in front of him.
And what about the other
man, the other holdup man?
He also wore a mask.
Mr. Hobbs, H.P.D. and
Five-0 have been working
for weeks on this series
of jewelry import holdups.
We've put together a long
list of possible suspects.
Now I emphasize "possible"
because we haven't
been able to pin
one thing on any of them.
Most of the men have
done time for armed robbery,
so we do have mug shots.
Do you feel up to, uh,
taking a look at the pictures
to see if you can
identify the man
whose mask you tore off?
Oh, you're bloody right, mate.
Good, good. Where
are you staying?
Nautilus Hotel.
Doc, see if he's up to it.
Danno, you drive him down there.
Oh, one more thing, Mr. Hobbs.
When you chased the
two men out into the street,
did you see anything...
Anything at all
that might help us?
Not a thing, mate.
Not one bloody thing.
License plate,
make of car, color?
No, nothing. Sorry,
wish I could help.
Nope.
Ain't him.
Nope.
Now that's an
ugly face, isn't it?
You recognize him?
Lee Franks... ex-boxer.
"Auto mechanic, present
whereabouts unknown."
Could it have been him?
It's not likely that
anybody would forget
a face like that,
now is it, mate?
I guess you've had it for now.
Well, I am a trifle woozy, mate.
Why don't we pick
this up in the morning?
I'll get you a car to
take you to your hotel.
Oh, there's... There's
no need for that, really.
Uh, I'd rather you blokes
go after those opals
of mine, all right?
License plate number N3, 625.
That car is registered
to James Kulaani,
570 Halekauwila
Street, Honolulu.
James Kulaani live here?
Yeah, he's here.
Jimmy!
A fella here to see you.
You can go downstairs
and walk around.
Hi.
You're James Kulaani?
Yeah.
All right, I'll go
along with it.
Do you own a white,
four-door Sedan
license number N3, 625?
That's my license,
but it's not a white,
four-door Sedan, it's a bug.
Where is it?
It's the red one
across the street.
Hey! Hey, what's going on?
Hey, who are you?
What do you want?
Could anybody have used
your plates this morning?
Huh?
Taken them, used them,
and then put 'em back again?
No, I was working on the
car all morning except...
Except what?
I had the wheels aligned.
Where?
It didn't take
more than an hour.
I said where!
Hi.
Hi. Uh, is Lee around?
Lee? He's working
mornings this week.
Do you know
where I can find him?
Depends. What for?
I'm just an old buddy of his.
We used to box
together, you know?
That right?
Yeah.
I'm the one that broke
his nose, you know.
But don't tell him
I told you that.
Anybody that busted Lee's
nose is a friend of mine.
Only don't tell
him I told you that.
That's good, man. Now,
look. I'm just passing through.
Can you tell me
where I can find him?
He lives on King Street, 119.
Think it's apartment 14.
Cable from the Sydney
Police Department
in reply to our query
about Jeffrey Hobbs.
Divorced, never remarried.
Salesman of McHeath
and Hempstead
for over 10 years.
Bonded by Maclure
of London for $500,000.
So... Hobbs is clean.
Query, were all the importers
hit by the same two men?
Yeah, m.o. says yes.
McGARRETT: Maybe.
In the first three holdups,
the two men hit only the
display cases up front,
grabbed what
they could, and ran.
They never went into
an office or back room.
But they did at Haggai's.
Right, and there's
one other difference.
At Haggai's they killed a man.
They shot a clerk
in the second holdup.
Winged him. Winged him.
Big difference
between winging a man
and shooting
point-blank range to kill.
Could be someone else
pulled the Haggai job.
That's exactly
what I'm getting at.
One thing could put a
crimp in your theory, Steve.
If the bullet that wounded
the clerk in the second holdup
and the bullets
that killed Haggai
were fired from the same gun.
Yeah. Has Che finished
the ballistics report?
Not yet.
Okay. Check him out, Danno.
Right.
The first is .32 caliber,
six grooves, left twist.
Indicated weapon,
a Colt Ejector.
The second is a .38 caliber,
five grooves, right twist.
Probable weapon, a
Smith and Wesson special.
Different weapons,
that's a point for Steve.
Maybe, maybe not.
M.o.'s do change.
Yes, but if someone else
pulled off the Haggai job,
they obviously went
to a lot of trouble
to make it look
like just another one
in a series of robberies.
But why? What
made it so important?
Important enough to kill for?
An inside job, maybe, if
somebody knew Hobbs
was bringing in a
consignment of opals.
Worth $150,000 retail
according to McHeath
and Hempstead.
Every stone weighed,
photographed, and registered.
No fence would pay more
than 10 percent for that stuff.
Then there was something more.
A lot more.
Something worth killing for.
Hello, Lee.
How did you find me?
That's not important, mate.
What is important is that, uh...
I'm holding the gun this time.
Okay, pal. Let's talk deal.
A deal?
I spent my bloody life
collecting those opals, mate.
The only deal you're
gonna get is your life,
and I'm not bloody
anxious about that, all right?
The point is, I know where
those green beauties
are, and you don't.
So where are they?
Tell me where they are.
All I'm asking...
These aren't mine!
Where are they? Where?
One slug, Steve.
Looks like a .38.
Found these paycheck
stubs in a drawer.
Looks like he worked for a place
called Tri-Star Auto Clinic.
Yeah. Check it out, Chin.
Duke, you go with him.
Steve.
Yeah, Danno.
Lee Franks' name
was on our possible
suspects list, remember?
I'll send for the wagon.
Yeah. The trouble
with that is, Danno,
he was just one of 30.
Still stripping 'em down, Jake?
You know I'm through
will all that stuff.
Why did you give
Lee Franks a job?
Because I needed mechanics,
and Lee was a good one.
Look, that's all I cared about.
What he did on his own
time was his own business.
Who were his friends?
I don't know. He just
worked for me, that's all.
Did anybody ever come
around looking for him?
Not that I know of.
If you should remember anything,
you know how to reach us.
It's brownie points
if you do, Jake.
Let's go.
There was a guy
here, Jake, yesterday.
He was asking for Lee.
Cork it up. I don't
want no trouble.
Who was the guy?
I don't know, Jake. I
never saw the guy before.
He had light hair, gray eyes,
spoke kind of funny,
like... Like a limey.
Okay, you did good telling me,
but don't tell anyone
else, you understand?
Sure, Jake.
All right, I'll be
back in an hour.
You keep an eye open.
Right.
There's no doubt about it.
The bullets that
killed Lee Franks
and the bullet
that killed Haggai
were fired from the same gun.
Take a look at those
grooves. A perfect match.
Mm. So there is a connection
between Franks
and the Haggai job?
Yes, for what it's worth.
Don't knock it. Thanks, Che.
After what happened to Lee,
I thought you'd like to know.
I appreciate it very much, Jake.
Ah, you don't have to do that...
No, you keep that.
Keep in mind
there's a lot more
where that came from.
Thank you. See you, Jake.
Hello, Jake.
Who are you? What do you want?
The name of the
man you just visited.
Huh? What man? I-I
got a girlfriend here.
Oh, really? Then
what's her name, Jake?
Hey, look, mister,
I don't want...
Jake, talk!
Hey, I swear... I said talk!
All right. All right.
He must have been crazy!
It's a nice place
you've got here, love.
Thank you.
Must cost a bit of
money for a working girl.
I worked for
Mr. Haggai eight years.
He paid a very generous salary.
Oh, I'm sure he did,
love. I'm sure he did.
I know what you're
thinking, Mr. Hobbs,
but you're wrong.
Mr. Haggai was my
employer, and that's all he was.
I'm sorry.
You don't have to
apologize, Mr. Hobbs,
but I would appreciate
it if you'd explain.
Explain?
The reason for this visit.
Oh, that? Yes, well...
I got to thinking, you
see, about the robbery.
About the way it
happened, you know?
And I thought that
maybe, just maybe now,
somebody set me up.
Set you up?
Knew where I was gonna be,
and when I was gonna be there.
And I thought,
supposing Haggai...
Haggai? Right.
And do you think he set
up his own murder too?
Oh, no, love, I
don't think that, no.
No, I think he was
double-crossed.
That means that somebody
else had to be involved.
It's very bright of you,
darling, to think of it.
You answered the phone.
You knew I was coming in, love.
It's ridiculous!
Who would go
to all that trouble,
much less kill a man,
for a routine
consignment of opals?
Or was it so routine?
Meaning what, love?
Meaning did you and Mr. Haggai
have other business on the side?
Now, what would make
you think of a thing like that?
What was it, Mr. Hobbs?
What kind of deal
did you really have
with Mr. Haggai?
Whatever it was,
it's strictly none
of your business!
If you value your
pretty little self,
you won't go running
off to the coppers
with half-baked suspicions.
Do you understand me? Do you?
What have you got, Che?
A fragment of opal
vacuumed out of Lee
Franks' jacket pocket.
Now this. One of the
electron microscope photos
of the consignment
Hobbs brought in,
opal number 23.
Look at the part I circled
and compare it to the
fragment under the comparator.
Precious opal consists
of layers of silica spheres,
about 30,000 to the inch.
Now, they're responsible
for the light diffractions
which make all
those beautiful colors.
Almost like fingerprints.
And just as individual.
That definitely puts Franks
on the scene at Haggai's.
He was one of the heist men.
Two things, Danno.
Get me the mug
shots of Lee Franks,
and, uh, have Hobbs
brought in. I wanna talk to him.
He knows, I tell you.
All that talk about
Haggai setting him up
and then being double-crossed.
He doesn't believe that.
He knows the tip-off
had to come from me.
Oh, baby, take it easy,
will you? Sit down.
Come on, come on.
Is, uh, that what
you told Franks
the last time you saw him?
Now that's hitting
a little low, baby.
I'm sorry.
All right. Forget it.
I'm scared.
All right, here's
what we're gonna do.
We're gonna go for a quick deal.
Maybe take a little less money,
and then clear out fast.
Hoffmeyer.
Hoffmeyer, this is Webber.
I, uh... I've got
some merchandise
I think you'll be interested in.
Yes, well, when can I
examine the merchandise?
You convenience. Anytime.
All right, meet me at the
corner of Kilo Park Road
in one hour.
Sit down, won't you please?
I sent for you, Mr. Hobbs,
because I have some questions
that I thought you
might be able to clear up
regarding the holdup.
I'll do my best, chum.
What kind of questions
have you got in mind?
Well, for instance, did
anyone besides Haggai
know what time
you'd be at his place?
I can't rightly say.
How about Miss Akura?
Haggai might have told her,
but you'll have to ask
her that one, mate.
What have you got
in mind, McGarrett?
Well, think about it.
Two men barge
into Haggai's place.
One of them stays out front,
but the other goes
directly to a back room
where you just happen
to be showing your
opals to Haggai.
Opals worth... what?
Wholesale, $75,000.
Registered opals, right?
Right.
Indexed and catalogued.
The easiest stones
in the world to identify.
A thief would be, uh, lucky
to get 10 percent
of the retail value.
A fence would be
a fool to pay more.
Why, Mr. Hobbs?
Why what?
Why take your opals
and leave behind
several hundred
thousand dollars' worth
of more easily
disposable jewelry?
That's a bloody good
question, McGarrett.
I'm afraid you got me there.
You have no idea?
Meaning that, uh...
I'm trying to hide
something from you?
Is that what you're
thinking, McGarrett?
That's what I'm
thinking, Mr. Hobbs.
All right, I give up.
What are these?
Mug shots. Mug
shots of the one man
you had any
interest in yesterday,
according to Dan
Williams. The one man.
So, what?
And quite by chance,
the man who was shot
with the same gun
that killed Haggai.
How do you explain
that, Mr. Hobbs?
Explain?
I don't have to explain
a bloody thing, mate.
He's the man whose
mask you tore off, isn't he?
That's a lie.
The man with the
face you can't forget.
That's what you
told Dan Williams.
And I agree, Mr. Hobbs. I agree.
Unless you're someone
with a good reason to forget it.
Reason? What possible
reason could I have?
Tell me that. What reason,
mate? They were my opals.
Oh, no, no. Not yours.
McHeath and Hempstead's.
And they were insured,
yet you risked your
life to protect them.
Insurance doesn't cover
my commission, mate.
Which was what?
$5,000.
You risk your life for $5,000?
Five thousand dollars may not
seem much to you, McGarrett,
but where I come from,
it buys a lot of kip and tucker.
And I'll tell you
something else, McGarrett.
I'm not a man that takes
kindly to being called a liar.
Do you understand?
Now, do you have any
more questions, sir?
Yes, but they can
wait. They can wait.
Ben.
Yeah, Steve.
Tail him. Dog him. Don't
let him out of your sight.
Jenny, get me John Manicote
or anyone who's available
in the DA's office.
I want some search warrants.
Patch me through to McGarrett.
McGarrett.
Ben, Steve. Hobbs
must have spotted the tail.
He's in the building,
but I don't know where.
Any instructions?
Yes. Ask for
assistance from H.P.D.
I want every possible exit
from that building covered,
front and back.
Steve, here's something.
This is the same
location where Jake Willis
was hit by the truck yesterday.
We'll follow that
up. Stick with Hobbs.
All units assigned, Steve.
Do you want me to...? Hold it.
It's Miyoshi Akura
coming out of the garage.
No make on the guy driving.
It's a white, four-door Sedan,
damaged rear fender.
License number... 5C-7401.
You want me to tail him?
No, no, no. Keep
bird-dogging Hobbs.
I'll have an H.P.D.
car pick them up.
Give me some fix on direction.
Going west on Ala Wai Boulevard,
near Lois Intersection.
Got it.
A hundred thousand.
You've gotta be kidding.
Opals aren't the easiest
stones in the world to pass.
You can't cut them
up like diamonds.
You don't have to.
These have never
been registered.
I can't be sure of that.
Ah, but you can.
These stones are in a class
with, uh, The Flame Queen,
Or... Or The Burning of Troy.
If these gems were
ever reported stolen,
they'd be on every
hot list in the country.
I'll check and let you know.
All right.
You do that.
Dan, that white Sedan
is registered in the name
of Hal Webber, Hawaiian Towers.
I ran it through the computer.
No record.
And Miyoshi Akura,
she's clean too.
Right.
Yeah?
Webber?
Yeah.
Hoffmeyer. Listen, the
merchandise checks out.
Let's get together
and talk business.
The corner of Diamond Head Road
and Paikau Street, half-hour.
Okay, I'll be there.
Hey, mate! Hey, I'm in a fix.
You can get me out
of a big jam, mate.
What did you say?
I said I'm in a fix,
and you can help
me out of a big jam.
Will you do it?
Listen, mister,
Mr. Walton ordered
his car out front at 2:00.
Well, you've still
got five minutes.
Look, let me explain. I've
been seeing this bird, see?
My old woman's found out,
and she's outside
waiting to clobber me.
That's tough. What do
you expect me to do?
Let me scrounge
down in the back,
drive a couple of blocks,
let me out, that's all.
Sorry, bud.
Hey, wait, mate. Wait, listen.
Yeah. It's worth a tenner to me.
Okay, buddy. Scrounge.
Mr. Hoffmeyer?
Yes?
Who are you? What do you want?
Drive, mate.
You... You sure this is legal?
Read it.
But how am I gonna
explain it to Mr. Hobbs?
Don't worry. We'll explain.
Dames keep more junk.
Stuffed toys.
I like 'em.
Danny. Looks new too.
Well, that's no way to
treat an expensive jacket.
Unless what he took out
was more expensive
than the jacket.
Shoulder pads?
Yeah, padded with opals.
Yes?
Danny, we found a dozen
opals sewed up in a toy bear.
They correspond with
the general description
of the consignment
that Hobbs brought over.
Good. Check it out
with Steve and Che.
I'll meet you
back at the office.
And tell Duke to
cover Miyoshi's place.
Steve wants her brought
in if she shows up.
We'll take the jacket.
We'd better give him a receipt.
How much?
Half a million. Cash.
You've gotta be kidding.
Um...
Answer it.
Hoffmeyer.
Good afternoon, Mr. Hoffmeyer.
I've been trying to call you.
You ready to do business?
Yes.
Fine, then listen closely.
We're in the back
room of Haggai's.
Ring the bell, one long signal.
I'm on my way.
All right, get back there.
Get back there!
Not a sound out of you, darling.
Not that your friend in
the back room can hear.
You don't need me anymore.
Is... Is it all
right if I go now?
Sure, mate. Why not? Go.
I'll keep my mouth shut.
You have my solemn word.
Oh, I'm certain of it. Move!
Here's how we're gonna play it.
You're gonna open
that door just a crack
and tell your boyfriend in there
that everything's all right,
just in case he's
a... A little skeptical.
Do you understand? Do it.
It's okay. He's alone.
Get back. Get back!
Well, here we are all together,
nice and cozy.
Where are they?
Where are they?
In the vault.
Open it.
Open it!
Steve, report from H.P.D.
A silent alarm has been
triggered at Haggai's.
Car's on the way.
Silent approach.
Somebody's doing business
on Sunday, gentlemen.
Let's go.
If you love him so much
you want to die with him,
just say the word.
If you want to live,
get the opals right now.
Move it.
How do I know you won't kill me?
Kill a pretty bird like you?
That's not my style, love. No.
You play your
cards right, and, uh,
maybe I'll give you one of
those stones as a memento.
You're just saying that.
How can I be sure
you won't shoot me?
You have my solemn word.
Now get the opals.
No! You promised
you wouldn't shoot me.
Hobbs never breaks
a promise, darling.
Really. Come on.
There's a good girl.
Ah!
My darling.
Freeze!
Don't move. Put that gun down.
Frisk him.
Webber's dead, Steve.
Where's the girl?
Where's the girl?
I locked her in the vault.
Radio for a rescue squad, Chin.
Get her out.
They're mine,
McGarrett! They're mine!
I worked my guts out for them!
I spent half my
life collecting them!
They're mine!
And you're going to
spend the rest of your life
paying for them.
Book him.
Let's go!