Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 7, Episode 15 - Computer Killer - full transcript
A computer expert is hired to program various machines to produce phony evidence to influence a trial.
WOMAN: Leave me alone!
Don't touch me! Maureen.
This is Jack Lord, inviting
you to be with us next
for "Computer Killer."
MAN: Your Honor, I call
Mr. William Curtis to the stand.
( mysterious theme playing)
MAN 1: State your name
and address, please.
William Allen Curtis,
2400 Moala Plaza, Honolulu.
MAN 2: I can get your son off.
My detective has already
checked Curtis out.
He's untouchable.
Nobody's untouchable.
Not if his name's in a
computer somewhere.
Was there a relationship
between you and Mrs. Tilles?
Relationship? There
was no relationship.
MAN: You didn't tell me
you were gonna kill anyone.
Hey, you didn't ask.
MAN: What about your
son? That's different.
Guys like you have
been using me for years.
Using my brain to
make millions of dollars
and chalking it up to
the miracle of a computer.
Well, Jack, I am your miracle.
Next, "Computer Killer."
Be here. Aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(sighs)
WOMAN: Get out, Tony!
Get out of here
and leave me alone!
MAN: Maureen, listen to me.
Please, listen to me.
MAN: Listen to me!
No! You've got to
come back to me.
Please, I need
you. Don't touch me!
Please, listen to me.
I'm not coming back to you!
WOMAN: Can't you get that
through that stupid skull of yours?
( dramatic theme playing)
Maureen.
(exhales heavily)
(door closes)
MAN 2: Mr. Curtis.
Mr. Liu. How are you, sir?
Fine, thank you. We're late.
We could cut through the back
to the courtroom.
All right, sir.
( mysterious theme playing)
WOMAN (on phone
): Mobile operator.
Yes, operator.
This is 555-2199.
Yes, I want 923-6291.
WOMAN: One moment please.
All right.
(beeps)
(steady tone)
(beeping)
(machine clacking)
(pressing buttons)
"Name Allen Curtis."
That's the one.
JUDGE: Will you please
continue, Mr. Manicote?
Yes, Your Honor.
I call Mr. William
Curtis to the stand.
Raise your right
hand. Repeat after me.
BAILIFF: Do you solemnly
swear to tell the whole truth
and nothing but the
truth so help you God?
CURTIS: I do.
MANICOTE: Your name
and address, please.
CURTIS: William Allen Curtis.
2400 Moala Plaza, Honolulu.
Mr. Curtis, you
occupy the apartment
immediately adjacent
to that of the deceased,
Maureen Tilles, is that correct?
Yes.
And on the day Mrs.
Tilles was murdered,
May 21st, were you at home?
Yes, from 3:00 on. I had
played golf earlier in the day.
So you were at home at 5 p.m.
the day we have
heard the coroner testify
was the approximate
time of the victim's death?
Yes.
Would you please tell this court
precisely what you heard and saw
at around 5 p.m.?
Well, I had settled
down with a drink
when I overheard
some loud voices
coming from Mrs.
Tilles' apartment.
It sounded like a terrible row.
Yes, go on.
Well, a few minutes went by,
and the row got louder.
And all of a
sudden, it was quiet.
The fight ended just like that.
And then? Well, that lasted
for a few moments.
And then I heard the door
to the apartment
of Mrs. Tilles open.
Naturally, I was curious,
so I looked out my window
and I saw him rushing
toward the street.
Is the man you saw
in this courtroom?
Yes, sir. It was him.
MANICOTE: Let the record
show that the witness has identified
the defendant Anthony Tilles.
Your witness.
Mr. Kehoe, may I assume
that your cross-examination
of this witness will take
more than half an hour?
I most certainly
will, Your Honor.
Then I suggest we recess
and take it up in the morning.
This court is adjourned
till 10:00 tomorrow morning.
We'll have a crack at him
tomorrow, Tony. Don't worry.
Excuse me.
We're not gonna make it, Dad.
I'm gonna cop a plea. Cut that.
We will make it unless you fold.
For once in your life,
show me some guts.
I'm guilty, remember?
(footsteps approach)
How's it stack up?
You don't have to be a lawyer
to answer that question, Hugh.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Mr. Tilles?
Mr. Tilles.
Yes?
My name is Charles Aarons.
What can I do for
you, Mr. Aarons?
Oh, it's what I can do
for you that's important.
See, I've been following
your son's trial and...
Well, it's apparent to
me that he needs help.
Excuse me, please.
I can get your son off, Tilles.
What?
I have some information.
Well, what is it?
My home address is on the
lower left-hand corner there.
Why don't you drop
by this evening?
We'll talk it over, hm?
Now, wait a minute...
Say about 8:00, hm?
( suspenseful theme playing)
Duke, what have we got?
A graphology report on
the Harrison extortion case.
What does it tell us?
Just what we suspected.
Good.
(phone rings)
McGarrett. DANNO: Steve.
Yeah, Danno.
How's it going over there?
I think Manicote's got this
one in his hip pocket, Steve.
He was really good this morning.
He took the gas right
out of Kehoe's argument
that Maureen was
killed by a burglar.
I wish I was there.
Uh, how long do you
think you'll be tied up?
Oh, I can't say exactly.
Kehoe's reserved
the right to recall me.
I think he's just blowing smoke.
The way things stand, the jury
should be going home real soon.
Okay, keep me
posted, Danno. Yeah.
Bye.
( suspenseful theme playing)
AARONS: Come in.
Can I get you something?
Drink?
No, no.
It's in that envelope there.
TILLES: Telephone numbers?
AARONS: That's right.
They're very special.
They belong to the
enemy's star witness.
Curtis?
Well, I don't see what
these numbers have got...
You've got private detectives
working on this thing, right?
Just get one of them to
check out those numbers,
and you'll find all you
need to do a job on the man.
My detectives have
already checked Curtis out.
He's untouchable.
(scoffs)
No one's untouchable.
Not if his name's in a
computer somewhere.
That's why you need me, Tilles.
I can get your son off.
And I'm the only one.
Your lawyer, what's his name?
Kehoe? Yeah.
He doesn't have a chance.
And I think you know it.
Oh, I think he's done
a good job so far.
You know how the DA's
got it knocked, Tilles. Face it.
I mean, besides
Curtis' testimony,
there's the prior assault
on Maureen by your son.
And there's the
deposition she gave
a week before she was killed
swearing that Tony
threatened to kill her
unless she dropped
divorce proceedings.
And furthermore...
All right. He
wouldn't give her up.
I talked and I
talked and I talked,
but no, he wouldn't listen.
If he couldn't have
her, then no one.
You see? You do need me.
What's your price?
Tilles, I didn't think
you'd be so crass.
But then...
Half a million. Half a...
You must be joking...
Hundred thousand now,
and the balance payable
only if your son gets off.
What about payment?
I can't risk having
this get back to me.
No, no. No risk.
I'll arrange it so that
nothing is traceable to you.
Go ahead, take those numbers.
Check 'em out.
If they work, we'll
talk. How's that?
All right. Good.
Bye.
( mysterious theme playing)
Now, Mr. Curtis,
how would you characterize
your, um, relationship
with the deceased,
Maureen Tilles?
Relationship?
I don't understand
what you mean.
KEHOE: Acquaintances?
No, I hardly knew her.
We were casual neighbors.
Casual neighbors.
Were you ever inside
Mrs. Tilles' apartment?
Never.
Are you sure of
that? I'm positive.
KEHOE: You're
absolutely sure of that?
CURTIS: Yes, sir.
KEHOE: Mr. Curtis, uh,
did you make a
long-distance telephone call
to San Francisco
to a Mr. David Scott
on May 20th of this year,
the day before Maureen
Tilles was killed?
Yes, I did make a call
to David about that time,
but I can't be
certain of the day.
And from where did you make
that telephone call, Mr. Curtis?
From my apartment.
Are you absolutely
sure of that, Mr. Curtis?
Why, yes. KEHOE: Your Honor,
I now introduce into evidence
telephone-company records
showing that the
call in question was,
in fact, made not from
Mr. Curtis' telephone
as he suggests, but
from the apartment phone
of the deceased, Maureen Tilles.
Objection, Your Honor.
(crowd murmuring)
I hear your star witness
blew his cool, John.
Is it a knockout blow?
No. At least, I don't think so.
I've got Tilles nailed a
couple of other ways.
But the telephone records
did their damage, that's for sure.
Could there be a mistake
or some kind of tampering?
We're checking with
the phone people now.
I figured Kehoe would try to
infer some kind of relationship
between Curtis and Maureen.
I warned him before the trial,
but he assured me
he hardly knew her.
I'd be glad to drive
over there with you,
if you think it
would do any good.
MANICOTE: It's worth a shot.
You can't do any
worse than I have.
( mysterious theme playing)
(beeping)
(beep)
(beep)
(phone rings)
Yeah? TILLES: Mr. Aarons?
Mm-hm, yeah?
I didn't see you in
court this afternoon.
I just wanted to call to tell
you we scored big today.
Oh, then you'll meet my terms?
Uh, yes, but... Good.
All that's necessary for payment
is for you to transfer your
personal bank account
from Tidewater Federal
to Oahu National.
I'll take care of the rest.
Okay, but how did you know
that my bank account was...
Look, Tilles, I've only got two
days before court reconvenes
and I've got a lot to do.
Now, will you
change that account?
Of course, but, uh...
( dial tone)
(beep)
AARONS: Palmer, yeah.
He'll do nicely.
(dog barking)
( ominous theme playing)
(gasps)
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
CURTIS: Gentlemen,
I'm telling both of you,
there has to be some
kind of mistake here.
We thought of
that too, Mr. Curtis.
One of my men
checked with the head
of the telephone
company's computer division.
He said that in all
his years of working
with the telephone
company's computers,
he has never seen
an error like that made.
Now, we can only work
with the evidence we have.
I understand how you feel.
There's been a murder committed
and that you
might be frightened.
But I need the truth, my friend.
Now, was there a relationship
between you and Mrs. Tilles?
Relationship? There
was no relationship.
And I'm tired of being accused.
We're not accusing
you of anything.
If you'll just tell us
why you made that
call from her apartment.
Whatever the reason,
I might be able to
deal with it in court.
As it stands now, your testimony
has done us more harm than good.
But I have nothing to hide.
I've told you the truth.
Now may I go? All right.
But stay in town.
We may wanna
talk with you again.
( ominous theme playing)
(machines whirring)
(humming)
Hey, Charlie.
At it again, eh,
Charlie? (chuckles)
Oh. Did you hear? We
landed the rapid transit account.
We? Who's "we"?
Come on, Charlie.
Oh, you must mean the company,
our great sugar
daddy in the sky, huh?
Look, this one's gonna
be a real challenge.
We've got new design problems
and we're in on it
from the ground floor.
So you know the brass is
gonna want you to handle it.
You're the best.
I'm not interested.
Huh? Your performance review's
on Blanchard's desk right now.
There's no way that
they're not gonna approve it.
Yeah, well, you can tell
Blanchard to shove that review,
and after that, if he wants
some reading material,
you can give him this.
Resignation?
I'm through working my butt off
when all I get is
my ego stroked.
Happy rapid transit.
( mysterious theme playing)
Mason's Department Store.
WOMAN: Here you go.
Thank you very much.
Yes, sir, may I help
you? Yes, please.
I ordered a bracelet yesterday.
The name's Slater. Brian Slater.
Okay.
Is this the one?
Mm-hm. This is it.
Do you have an
account with us, sir?
No, no.
I, uh... I don't
believe in credit cards.
I'll pay cash.
(clears throat)
Yes, sir?
Yes, uh, I'd like to have
something engraved.
The only problem is I'm
gonna need it right away.
(whirs)
( steady tone)
( beeping tone)
(beeps)
(beeps)
Now we'll just add
a little bracelet and stir.
( mysterious theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
(door unlocking)
(door opens, shuts)
(screaming)
( sinister theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
What have we got, Danno?
Name's Harriet Brigham.
Approximate age 50, Caucasian.
Doc says it happened
about an hour ago.
This way.
She lived alone. Her
manager says she was a widow.
Apparently quite wealthy.
By the look of it, I'd say she
was surprised by a burglar.
(sighs)
Bedroom was ransacked.
The jewelry box is empty.
Key was still in her hand.
What can you tell us, doc?
For now, possible strangulation.
Marks on her throat indicating
rope or cord of some kind.
Tell you more later.
Well, now you see why
H.P.D. called us out.
You mean Maureen Tilles?
Yeah. DANNO: All adds up.
Rich woman, lives
alone. Same M.O.
And Maureen Tilles lived
right around the corner.
Yeah, could be.
Any witnesses? CHIN:
Nothing much so far.
But H.P.D.'s got men covering
the apartments and neighborhood.
We found these under the body.
Get them over to Che at the lab.
Chin, Che Fong lifted a
print off those sunglasses.
Get it from him, take it over
to H.P.D. computer bank,
see if they can
get a make on it.
(whirring)
Female victims,
apartment houses. Got it.
Steve?
Yeah?
I've got a match
up on that print.
A Palmer, Timothy J.
Also known as...
Well, you name it.
Six arrests for burglary,
three for assault.
One murder-two charge
dropped for lack of evidence.
Currently on parole.
His specialty seems
to be apartment houses.
Favorite victims: wealthy
women who live alone.
Got an address on him?
Yeah. Current from
his parole officer.
He rents a bungalow
on Blackpoint Road.
Let's go.
Hi. Frank, you're just in time.
For what? Danno, pick up Chin.
Come on, Frank. I'll
explain to you on the way.
Five-0, open up.
Open up.
Clean.
Nothing out back, Steve.
Let's have a look around here.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Steve.
Take a look at this.
M.T.
Maureen Tilles.
( dramatic theme playing)
Chin, how's the stakeout coming?
Well, nothing much, Steve.
It looks like Palmer doesn't
hang around the house very much.
Duke and Frank are helping
with an H.P.D. backup unit.
They're out checking
the neighborhood now.
We've got an APB
out on him and his car.
Good.
(door opens, shuts)
I traced that bracelet back
to Mason's Department Store.
The computer records show
that Maureen purchased
one identical to it
the day before she was murdered.
I guess we got a new suspect.
Yeah.
Jenny? JENNY: Yes, Steve?
Get me Manicote.
This is gonna make John's day.
McGARRETT: So we know that
the murders of the two women,
Maureen Tilles
and Harriet Brigham,
are linked, Your Honor.
Just how, we're
not certain as yet.
It sounds to me like you
have the wrong man in jail.
Just a minute, Mr. Kehoe.
This Tim Palmer, I understand
he's still at large?
McGARRETT: Yes, sir.
MANICOTE: That's why
I asked for this meeting.
We'd, uh... we'd like to
request a two-week continuance
so that Five-0 can
have an opportunity
to apprehend and
question the suspect.
Your Honor, that jury out there
has heard some mighty
damaging evidence
against an innocent man.
Now, hold on, Joe. When Palmer
is apprehended and questioned,
we may find we have a very
strong case against your client.
Now, Steve says we don't
know what's behind this yet.
I think we deserve
a chance to find out.
And I think that
Tony Tilles has a right
to have this evidence
heard right now.
All right, gentlemen, all right.
Mr. Manicote,
I'm going to grant you a
one-week's continuance.
And if by the end of that week,
Mr. McGarrett, you
are unsuccessful,
then I'll order the
trial continued.
Thank you, sir.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Yes, sir, may I help you?
Yes, please.
I'd like to make a reservation
to Los Angeles
tomorrow afternoon.
Coach, say around, uh, 2:00.
We have a flight
out at 2:10 tomorrow,
and I believe it's still open.
Well, that'll be fine.
Let me check. Thank you.
(beeping)
(beeping)
Yes, sir. And the name please?
That's Charles Aarons.
A-A-R-O-N-S.
(typing)
Okay, Mr. Aarons, you're
confirmed on flight 56
Leaving Honolulu
International at 2:10,
arriving in L.A. around 10:20.
And you can pick up
your ticket at the airport.
Thank you very much. Aloha.
(beeps)
(beep)
(beep)
(ringing)
McGarrett. FRANK:
Steve, this is Frank.
Still pretty quiet out here.
I'm beginning to
wonder about this dude.
So am I, Frank, but hang
in there a while longer, huh?
Right.
H.P.D. report's just in.
No one in the neighborhood
really knows Palmer very well.
Apparently, he's not too chummy.
A couple of people
remember seeing him
around the bungalow
four, maybe five days ago,
but, uh, nothing since then.
That squares with Duke.
The bartender down
at Kapahulu told him
Palmer used to
be quite a regular.
Hasn't seen him for a week.
I also checked with
his parole officer.
He said Palmer lost
his job four months ago.
Well, maybe he couldn't hack it.
Got the itch. Maybe.
But that doesn't explain why
he hasn't been in the bungalow
for three days.
Tipped somehow? Could be.
I just hope it isn't
what I think it is.
All I know is that this trial
is staring us in the face,
so let's keep on it, huh?
Jenny, get me
Manicote again, please.
(jet engines whirring)
( suspenseful theme playing)
WOMAN (over speaker): United
Airlines flight 187 for San Francisco
now boarding from Gate 7.
United Airlines flight
187 for San Francisco
now boarding from Gate 7.
(door opens, shuts)
Who's Palmer? Palmer?
(chuckles)
So you've heard?
TILLES: Joe Kehoe says that
the police are looking for him
for the murder of a
woman named Brigham,
and that a bracelet of
Maureen's was found in his house.
So? Who is Palmer?
No one you knew, Tilles,
and no one you will ever know,
so stop worrying.
The police will never find him.
He's dead.
You killed him.
And the Brigham
woman, you killed her too.
I don't know what you're
so worked up about,
but I'm gonna
have another drink.
You didn't tell me you
were gonna kill anyone!
Hey, you didn't ask. Now,
get your hands off me!
You think if I'd have
known... Now you know!
What are you gonna do
about it? Go to the police?
Well, fine.
Be my guest.
Well, come on, Tilles, come on.
Fish or cut bait.
You make me sick,
you and your moral indignation.
"I didn't know you
were gonna kill anyone."
Well, what about your son?
You knew he was
gonna kill someone.
That's different. Tony
never deliberately...
Tony is your son,
and not some flunky
at Tilles electronics.
And that's the only
difference, Mr. Tycoon.
Oh, I know you,
Tilles. Your kind.
Guys like you been
using me for years.
Using my brain to
make millions of dollars
and chalking it up to
the miracle of a computer.
Well, Jack, I am your miracle.
I make guys like you.
( ominous theme playing)
WOMAN (over speaker): Chicago
now ready for boarding at Gate 9.
WOMAN (over speaker): United
Airlines flight 142 to Los Angeles
now arriving at Gate 2.
United Airlines flight...
Williams to McGarrett.
Williams to McGarrett.
Yeah, McGarrett, Danno.
DANNO: It's confirmed, Steve.
It's Palmer's car. Looks
like he was in a hurry.
Any idea how long
it's been there?
Airport patrol manager told us
last swing through
about 12 hours ago.
Okay, start checking
the airline passenger lists,
all flights within that period.
Get Chin and Frank
to help you. Ten-four.
WOMAN (over speaker):
Passengers arriving from flight 14
may now claim their
luggage in the baggage area...
This is the final
call for flight 190
to Los Angeles and Chicago.
Now ready for
departure at Gate 9.
Thomas L. Pittman.
That's got to be it.
That's one of Palmer's aliases.
Okay, let's get
on it. Thank you.
( heroic theme playing)
Steve, we missed him.
Plane landed in L.A.
7:30 p.m. our time.
God.
That gives him
seven hours on us.
With a guy like Palmer, it
might as well be seven weeks.
( dramatic theme playing)
McGARRETT: Look at
that, Mr. District Attorney.
Don't tell me. A
subpoena, right?
You're looking at the star
witness for the defense.
(exhales): The whole house
is gonna come crashing
down tomorrow morning.
And in my gut, I was
so sure about Tilles.
Steve, word just
came in from L.A.P.D.
They've been
working with the FBI.
Apparently, Palmer didn't
make any connecting flights
nor did he rent a car. Of course
they can't be 100 percent sure.
Needless to say, I've
got some work to do.
I'll be in my office.
See you in court.
There's one thing
wrong with this, Danno.
What's that? Palmer's
been around, right?
Plenty of contact
with the police,
in and out of jail.
Now, he figures we're on to him.
So what does he
do? He hops a plane.
But he uses one of his old
aliases to make the reservation.
Yeah, he could've
flown under any name.
Sure.
Maybe he just
panicked, made a slip.
Could be, but it's
a pretty dumb thing
for an experienced
ganef, isn't it?
(door opens)
Steve, we checked the
crew on Palmer's flight.
No one could make a
positive identification.
Not too surprising, though.
Over 300 passengers,
that's a lot of faces.
Then the only way we know
if Palmer was on that flight,
if indeed we do know,
is by what the airline
computer tells us.
Computer again.
Except the stewardess
took a head count
just before flight time.
It checked with the number
of confirmed reservations.
Yeah. Shown by the computer.
Sure, it's a full flight,
but the empty seats could've
been filled by standbys.
Palmer a no-show?
Doesn't figure.
Maybe not, Danno.
Maybe not, but
here's how I see it.
If you think about it,
every bit of evidence
that we've uncovered so far
has somehow been
related to a computer.
The airline's reservation,
bracelet traced back to
Mason's Department Store
and Curtis, the eyewitness
discredited on the stand
by the computer records
of the telephone company.
You know, Curtis
is still insisting
he was never in
Maureen's apartment.
Well, maybe he wasn't, Danno.
Are you saying that
maybe somebody tampered
with the telephone
company's computer
and all those other
computers as well?
Right now, I'm not
sure of anything.
What I am saying is that
there is something very strange
about this whole thing.
CHIN: Wait a minute.
What about that fingerprint?
Palmer's print on the sunglasses
we found in the apartment?
Now, that wasn't
made by computer.
Right.
But once we got the print,
how did we get the ID?
You mean the H.P.D.
computer? McGARRETT: Yeah.
But how would it be possible
for somebody to gain access
to all those computers,
let alone tap them?
I don't know, but that's
what I'm gonna find out.
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing)
Okay, Larry,
is it possible that someone
outside the department
could tap into this computer?
No way.
Unless he knew how to program
through our security codes.
That would take a real expert,
someone with
specialized knowledge.
Well, let's say for the moment,
that such an individual exists.
Well, then all he'd
need is a terminal,
a telephone, an
acoustic coupler.
Then he'd simply dial
up the computer center.
(typing) The call
would come in here,
punch up the proper sequence
to get by security, and he's in.
But I wanna emphasize, with
the security system we have here,
what you're suggesting is...
Well, I won't say
impossible, but damn unlikely.
But even this
computer isn't fail-safe?
No, not given the
present state of the art.
Okay, back to the expert.
Who is the most
likely candidate?
The only possibility would
be someone who had a hand
in the design of the
computer software.
The basic system,
set of programs,
that allows the
beast to do its work.
This particular computer
was manufactured and designed
by World Business Machines.
World Business Machines.
They're one of the largest, right?
Right. They design systems
for many major companies
and government agencies.
Okay. Thank you,
Larry. Appreciate it.
Anytime.
( mysterious theme playing)
Yes, we designed the
systems for all those companies,
both software and hardware.
How many people were involved
in the design phase
of those contracts?
Quite a few. I'd have to check.
Can you get a list
of those people to us
as soon as
possible? It's urgent.
Certainly.
It's hard to believe,
one of our own people
manipulating records.
This is the kind of horror
story I'm always afraid of.
And this time the horror
story may include murder.
Let's go.
You'll get that list
within the hour.
If that list he was
talking about is too long,
we're gonna have trouble
making that trial deadline.
That's why we're gonna have
to go at it from the other end.
Hugh Tilles? Yeah.
Well, he's the man. He fits.
He's the high roller
with the big stake
and the ability to pay.
I've heard of tampering
in court cases before,
but this takes the trophy.
For openers, check
out Tilles' bank accounts,
business and personal.
See if he's made any
sizable withdrawals recently.
Steve? McGARRETT: Yeah, Danno?
I checked Tilles' accounts.
He hasn't made any
sizable withdrawals
since way before
the trial started.
But the day after
William Curtis testified,
he transferred his
personal account
from Tidewater Federal
to Oahu National.
And Tidewater Federal's
computer system?
Not designed by World
Business Machines.
And Oahu National
was? DANNO: Right.
Oh, boy. Very neat.
And difficult to trace.
Yeah.
But without those records,
all we've really got is air.
Theories, suppositions
and a mythical
computer freak we think
might involved in a
conspiracy with Hugh Tilles.
John,
I think we're gonna
need a search warrant.
Well, there's precedent
for that sort of thing.
Warrants have been issued to
go into computers before, but...
Yeah, I know.
I don't like it either,
but the bottom line is
are we ready to
invade a man's privacy
based on the
information we've got?
MANICOTE: Steve,
I think we have to.
Not only are we faced
with the possibility
that a murderer is
going to be set free,
but there's another
killer out there.
And if our computer analyst
slides by this one,
it could juice him up to
something even worse.
Get me that warrant.
What if we're wrong?
Then we take the heat.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Mr. Bowman? Mr. Ho,
what may I do for you?
Well, this is a warrant
empowering Hawaii Five-0
to examine all computer
records associated
with the account
of Hugh M. Tilles.
It's a new account.
Yes, I know, a very large one.
I opened it myself.
Computer records?
That's very unusual.
Judge Harding,
the issuing judge,
says if you have any
question to call him.
No, no, no, not at
all. Come with me.
I'll see that you
get them right away.
Only one transaction recorded.
Yeah, but I think it's the one.
Now, this account
number shown here, 33564,
could you find out
who it belongs to?
Sure, just a second.
Well, thank you.
Williams.
Right.
Steve. Thanks, Chin.
Pay dirt. The day after
Tilles opened his account,
a hundred thousand
dollars was transferred
to the personal account
of a Charles Aarons.
Charles Aarons.
Let's see if we've got
ourselves a computer analyst.
Ah-ha.
Are you ready to
proceed, Mr. Manicote?
Yes, I am, Your Honor.
I call Charles
Aarons to the stand.
(groans)
( heroic theme playing)
He's gonna tell
it all, Mr. Tilles.
Okay, Danno.
You know,
all we can expect from a
computer is information.
It's just a piece of hardware.
No values, no sense of morality.
But our society is
concerned with people.
People. And we expect
much more from them.
Much more.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Don't touch me! Maureen.
This is Jack Lord, inviting
you to be with us next
for "Computer Killer."
MAN: Your Honor, I call
Mr. William Curtis to the stand.
( mysterious theme playing)
MAN 1: State your name
and address, please.
William Allen Curtis,
2400 Moala Plaza, Honolulu.
MAN 2: I can get your son off.
My detective has already
checked Curtis out.
He's untouchable.
Nobody's untouchable.
Not if his name's in a
computer somewhere.
Was there a relationship
between you and Mrs. Tilles?
Relationship? There
was no relationship.
MAN: You didn't tell me
you were gonna kill anyone.
Hey, you didn't ask.
MAN: What about your
son? That's different.
Guys like you have
been using me for years.
Using my brain to
make millions of dollars
and chalking it up to
the miracle of a computer.
Well, Jack, I am your miracle.
Next, "Computer Killer."
Be here. Aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(sighs)
WOMAN: Get out, Tony!
Get out of here
and leave me alone!
MAN: Maureen, listen to me.
Please, listen to me.
MAN: Listen to me!
No! You've got to
come back to me.
Please, I need
you. Don't touch me!
Please, listen to me.
I'm not coming back to you!
WOMAN: Can't you get that
through that stupid skull of yours?
( dramatic theme playing)
Maureen.
(exhales heavily)
(door closes)
MAN 2: Mr. Curtis.
Mr. Liu. How are you, sir?
Fine, thank you. We're late.
We could cut through the back
to the courtroom.
All right, sir.
( mysterious theme playing)
WOMAN (on phone
): Mobile operator.
Yes, operator.
This is 555-2199.
Yes, I want 923-6291.
WOMAN: One moment please.
All right.
(beeps)
(steady tone)
(beeping)
(machine clacking)
(pressing buttons)
"Name Allen Curtis."
That's the one.
JUDGE: Will you please
continue, Mr. Manicote?
Yes, Your Honor.
I call Mr. William
Curtis to the stand.
Raise your right
hand. Repeat after me.
BAILIFF: Do you solemnly
swear to tell the whole truth
and nothing but the
truth so help you God?
CURTIS: I do.
MANICOTE: Your name
and address, please.
CURTIS: William Allen Curtis.
2400 Moala Plaza, Honolulu.
Mr. Curtis, you
occupy the apartment
immediately adjacent
to that of the deceased,
Maureen Tilles, is that correct?
Yes.
And on the day Mrs.
Tilles was murdered,
May 21st, were you at home?
Yes, from 3:00 on. I had
played golf earlier in the day.
So you were at home at 5 p.m.
the day we have
heard the coroner testify
was the approximate
time of the victim's death?
Yes.
Would you please tell this court
precisely what you heard and saw
at around 5 p.m.?
Well, I had settled
down with a drink
when I overheard
some loud voices
coming from Mrs.
Tilles' apartment.
It sounded like a terrible row.
Yes, go on.
Well, a few minutes went by,
and the row got louder.
And all of a
sudden, it was quiet.
The fight ended just like that.
And then? Well, that lasted
for a few moments.
And then I heard the door
to the apartment
of Mrs. Tilles open.
Naturally, I was curious,
so I looked out my window
and I saw him rushing
toward the street.
Is the man you saw
in this courtroom?
Yes, sir. It was him.
MANICOTE: Let the record
show that the witness has identified
the defendant Anthony Tilles.
Your witness.
Mr. Kehoe, may I assume
that your cross-examination
of this witness will take
more than half an hour?
I most certainly
will, Your Honor.
Then I suggest we recess
and take it up in the morning.
This court is adjourned
till 10:00 tomorrow morning.
We'll have a crack at him
tomorrow, Tony. Don't worry.
Excuse me.
We're not gonna make it, Dad.
I'm gonna cop a plea. Cut that.
We will make it unless you fold.
For once in your life,
show me some guts.
I'm guilty, remember?
(footsteps approach)
How's it stack up?
You don't have to be a lawyer
to answer that question, Hugh.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Mr. Tilles?
Mr. Tilles.
Yes?
My name is Charles Aarons.
What can I do for
you, Mr. Aarons?
Oh, it's what I can do
for you that's important.
See, I've been following
your son's trial and...
Well, it's apparent to
me that he needs help.
Excuse me, please.
I can get your son off, Tilles.
What?
I have some information.
Well, what is it?
My home address is on the
lower left-hand corner there.
Why don't you drop
by this evening?
We'll talk it over, hm?
Now, wait a minute...
Say about 8:00, hm?
( suspenseful theme playing)
Duke, what have we got?
A graphology report on
the Harrison extortion case.
What does it tell us?
Just what we suspected.
Good.
(phone rings)
McGarrett. DANNO: Steve.
Yeah, Danno.
How's it going over there?
I think Manicote's got this
one in his hip pocket, Steve.
He was really good this morning.
He took the gas right
out of Kehoe's argument
that Maureen was
killed by a burglar.
I wish I was there.
Uh, how long do you
think you'll be tied up?
Oh, I can't say exactly.
Kehoe's reserved
the right to recall me.
I think he's just blowing smoke.
The way things stand, the jury
should be going home real soon.
Okay, keep me
posted, Danno. Yeah.
Bye.
( suspenseful theme playing)
AARONS: Come in.
Can I get you something?
Drink?
No, no.
It's in that envelope there.
TILLES: Telephone numbers?
AARONS: That's right.
They're very special.
They belong to the
enemy's star witness.
Curtis?
Well, I don't see what
these numbers have got...
You've got private detectives
working on this thing, right?
Just get one of them to
check out those numbers,
and you'll find all you
need to do a job on the man.
My detectives have
already checked Curtis out.
He's untouchable.
(scoffs)
No one's untouchable.
Not if his name's in a
computer somewhere.
That's why you need me, Tilles.
I can get your son off.
And I'm the only one.
Your lawyer, what's his name?
Kehoe? Yeah.
He doesn't have a chance.
And I think you know it.
Oh, I think he's done
a good job so far.
You know how the DA's
got it knocked, Tilles. Face it.
I mean, besides
Curtis' testimony,
there's the prior assault
on Maureen by your son.
And there's the
deposition she gave
a week before she was killed
swearing that Tony
threatened to kill her
unless she dropped
divorce proceedings.
And furthermore...
All right. He
wouldn't give her up.
I talked and I
talked and I talked,
but no, he wouldn't listen.
If he couldn't have
her, then no one.
You see? You do need me.
What's your price?
Tilles, I didn't think
you'd be so crass.
But then...
Half a million. Half a...
You must be joking...
Hundred thousand now,
and the balance payable
only if your son gets off.
What about payment?
I can't risk having
this get back to me.
No, no. No risk.
I'll arrange it so that
nothing is traceable to you.
Go ahead, take those numbers.
Check 'em out.
If they work, we'll
talk. How's that?
All right. Good.
Bye.
( mysterious theme playing)
Now, Mr. Curtis,
how would you characterize
your, um, relationship
with the deceased,
Maureen Tilles?
Relationship?
I don't understand
what you mean.
KEHOE: Acquaintances?
No, I hardly knew her.
We were casual neighbors.
Casual neighbors.
Were you ever inside
Mrs. Tilles' apartment?
Never.
Are you sure of
that? I'm positive.
KEHOE: You're
absolutely sure of that?
CURTIS: Yes, sir.
KEHOE: Mr. Curtis, uh,
did you make a
long-distance telephone call
to San Francisco
to a Mr. David Scott
on May 20th of this year,
the day before Maureen
Tilles was killed?
Yes, I did make a call
to David about that time,
but I can't be
certain of the day.
And from where did you make
that telephone call, Mr. Curtis?
From my apartment.
Are you absolutely
sure of that, Mr. Curtis?
Why, yes. KEHOE: Your Honor,
I now introduce into evidence
telephone-company records
showing that the
call in question was,
in fact, made not from
Mr. Curtis' telephone
as he suggests, but
from the apartment phone
of the deceased, Maureen Tilles.
Objection, Your Honor.
(crowd murmuring)
I hear your star witness
blew his cool, John.
Is it a knockout blow?
No. At least, I don't think so.
I've got Tilles nailed a
couple of other ways.
But the telephone records
did their damage, that's for sure.
Could there be a mistake
or some kind of tampering?
We're checking with
the phone people now.
I figured Kehoe would try to
infer some kind of relationship
between Curtis and Maureen.
I warned him before the trial,
but he assured me
he hardly knew her.
I'd be glad to drive
over there with you,
if you think it
would do any good.
MANICOTE: It's worth a shot.
You can't do any
worse than I have.
( mysterious theme playing)
(beeping)
(beep)
(beep)
(phone rings)
Yeah? TILLES: Mr. Aarons?
Mm-hm, yeah?
I didn't see you in
court this afternoon.
I just wanted to call to tell
you we scored big today.
Oh, then you'll meet my terms?
Uh, yes, but... Good.
All that's necessary for payment
is for you to transfer your
personal bank account
from Tidewater Federal
to Oahu National.
I'll take care of the rest.
Okay, but how did you know
that my bank account was...
Look, Tilles, I've only got two
days before court reconvenes
and I've got a lot to do.
Now, will you
change that account?
Of course, but, uh...
( dial tone)
(beep)
AARONS: Palmer, yeah.
He'll do nicely.
(dog barking)
( ominous theme playing)
(gasps)
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
CURTIS: Gentlemen,
I'm telling both of you,
there has to be some
kind of mistake here.
We thought of
that too, Mr. Curtis.
One of my men
checked with the head
of the telephone
company's computer division.
He said that in all
his years of working
with the telephone
company's computers,
he has never seen
an error like that made.
Now, we can only work
with the evidence we have.
I understand how you feel.
There's been a murder committed
and that you
might be frightened.
But I need the truth, my friend.
Now, was there a relationship
between you and Mrs. Tilles?
Relationship? There
was no relationship.
And I'm tired of being accused.
We're not accusing
you of anything.
If you'll just tell us
why you made that
call from her apartment.
Whatever the reason,
I might be able to
deal with it in court.
As it stands now, your testimony
has done us more harm than good.
But I have nothing to hide.
I've told you the truth.
Now may I go? All right.
But stay in town.
We may wanna
talk with you again.
( ominous theme playing)
(machines whirring)
(humming)
Hey, Charlie.
At it again, eh,
Charlie? (chuckles)
Oh. Did you hear? We
landed the rapid transit account.
We? Who's "we"?
Come on, Charlie.
Oh, you must mean the company,
our great sugar
daddy in the sky, huh?
Look, this one's gonna
be a real challenge.
We've got new design problems
and we're in on it
from the ground floor.
So you know the brass is
gonna want you to handle it.
You're the best.
I'm not interested.
Huh? Your performance review's
on Blanchard's desk right now.
There's no way that
they're not gonna approve it.
Yeah, well, you can tell
Blanchard to shove that review,
and after that, if he wants
some reading material,
you can give him this.
Resignation?
I'm through working my butt off
when all I get is
my ego stroked.
Happy rapid transit.
( mysterious theme playing)
Mason's Department Store.
WOMAN: Here you go.
Thank you very much.
Yes, sir, may I help
you? Yes, please.
I ordered a bracelet yesterday.
The name's Slater. Brian Slater.
Okay.
Is this the one?
Mm-hm. This is it.
Do you have an
account with us, sir?
No, no.
I, uh... I don't
believe in credit cards.
I'll pay cash.
(clears throat)
Yes, sir?
Yes, uh, I'd like to have
something engraved.
The only problem is I'm
gonna need it right away.
(whirs)
( steady tone)
( beeping tone)
(beeps)
(beeps)
Now we'll just add
a little bracelet and stir.
( mysterious theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
(door unlocking)
(door opens, shuts)
(screaming)
( sinister theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
What have we got, Danno?
Name's Harriet Brigham.
Approximate age 50, Caucasian.
Doc says it happened
about an hour ago.
This way.
She lived alone. Her
manager says she was a widow.
Apparently quite wealthy.
By the look of it, I'd say she
was surprised by a burglar.
(sighs)
Bedroom was ransacked.
The jewelry box is empty.
Key was still in her hand.
What can you tell us, doc?
For now, possible strangulation.
Marks on her throat indicating
rope or cord of some kind.
Tell you more later.
Well, now you see why
H.P.D. called us out.
You mean Maureen Tilles?
Yeah. DANNO: All adds up.
Rich woman, lives
alone. Same M.O.
And Maureen Tilles lived
right around the corner.
Yeah, could be.
Any witnesses? CHIN:
Nothing much so far.
But H.P.D.'s got men covering
the apartments and neighborhood.
We found these under the body.
Get them over to Che at the lab.
Chin, Che Fong lifted a
print off those sunglasses.
Get it from him, take it over
to H.P.D. computer bank,
see if they can
get a make on it.
(whirring)
Female victims,
apartment houses. Got it.
Steve?
Yeah?
I've got a match
up on that print.
A Palmer, Timothy J.
Also known as...
Well, you name it.
Six arrests for burglary,
three for assault.
One murder-two charge
dropped for lack of evidence.
Currently on parole.
His specialty seems
to be apartment houses.
Favorite victims: wealthy
women who live alone.
Got an address on him?
Yeah. Current from
his parole officer.
He rents a bungalow
on Blackpoint Road.
Let's go.
Hi. Frank, you're just in time.
For what? Danno, pick up Chin.
Come on, Frank. I'll
explain to you on the way.
Five-0, open up.
Open up.
Clean.
Nothing out back, Steve.
Let's have a look around here.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Steve.
Take a look at this.
M.T.
Maureen Tilles.
( dramatic theme playing)
Chin, how's the stakeout coming?
Well, nothing much, Steve.
It looks like Palmer doesn't
hang around the house very much.
Duke and Frank are helping
with an H.P.D. backup unit.
They're out checking
the neighborhood now.
We've got an APB
out on him and his car.
Good.
(door opens, shuts)
I traced that bracelet back
to Mason's Department Store.
The computer records show
that Maureen purchased
one identical to it
the day before she was murdered.
I guess we got a new suspect.
Yeah.
Jenny? JENNY: Yes, Steve?
Get me Manicote.
This is gonna make John's day.
McGARRETT: So we know that
the murders of the two women,
Maureen Tilles
and Harriet Brigham,
are linked, Your Honor.
Just how, we're
not certain as yet.
It sounds to me like you
have the wrong man in jail.
Just a minute, Mr. Kehoe.
This Tim Palmer, I understand
he's still at large?
McGARRETT: Yes, sir.
MANICOTE: That's why
I asked for this meeting.
We'd, uh... we'd like to
request a two-week continuance
so that Five-0 can
have an opportunity
to apprehend and
question the suspect.
Your Honor, that jury out there
has heard some mighty
damaging evidence
against an innocent man.
Now, hold on, Joe. When Palmer
is apprehended and questioned,
we may find we have a very
strong case against your client.
Now, Steve says we don't
know what's behind this yet.
I think we deserve
a chance to find out.
And I think that
Tony Tilles has a right
to have this evidence
heard right now.
All right, gentlemen, all right.
Mr. Manicote,
I'm going to grant you a
one-week's continuance.
And if by the end of that week,
Mr. McGarrett, you
are unsuccessful,
then I'll order the
trial continued.
Thank you, sir.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Yes, sir, may I help you?
Yes, please.
I'd like to make a reservation
to Los Angeles
tomorrow afternoon.
Coach, say around, uh, 2:00.
We have a flight
out at 2:10 tomorrow,
and I believe it's still open.
Well, that'll be fine.
Let me check. Thank you.
(beeping)
(beeping)
Yes, sir. And the name please?
That's Charles Aarons.
A-A-R-O-N-S.
(typing)
Okay, Mr. Aarons, you're
confirmed on flight 56
Leaving Honolulu
International at 2:10,
arriving in L.A. around 10:20.
And you can pick up
your ticket at the airport.
Thank you very much. Aloha.
(beeps)
(beep)
(beep)
(ringing)
McGarrett. FRANK:
Steve, this is Frank.
Still pretty quiet out here.
I'm beginning to
wonder about this dude.
So am I, Frank, but hang
in there a while longer, huh?
Right.
H.P.D. report's just in.
No one in the neighborhood
really knows Palmer very well.
Apparently, he's not too chummy.
A couple of people
remember seeing him
around the bungalow
four, maybe five days ago,
but, uh, nothing since then.
That squares with Duke.
The bartender down
at Kapahulu told him
Palmer used to
be quite a regular.
Hasn't seen him for a week.
I also checked with
his parole officer.
He said Palmer lost
his job four months ago.
Well, maybe he couldn't hack it.
Got the itch. Maybe.
But that doesn't explain why
he hasn't been in the bungalow
for three days.
Tipped somehow? Could be.
I just hope it isn't
what I think it is.
All I know is that this trial
is staring us in the face,
so let's keep on it, huh?
Jenny, get me
Manicote again, please.
(jet engines whirring)
( suspenseful theme playing)
WOMAN (over speaker): United
Airlines flight 187 for San Francisco
now boarding from Gate 7.
United Airlines flight
187 for San Francisco
now boarding from Gate 7.
(door opens, shuts)
Who's Palmer? Palmer?
(chuckles)
So you've heard?
TILLES: Joe Kehoe says that
the police are looking for him
for the murder of a
woman named Brigham,
and that a bracelet of
Maureen's was found in his house.
So? Who is Palmer?
No one you knew, Tilles,
and no one you will ever know,
so stop worrying.
The police will never find him.
He's dead.
You killed him.
And the Brigham
woman, you killed her too.
I don't know what you're
so worked up about,
but I'm gonna
have another drink.
You didn't tell me you
were gonna kill anyone!
Hey, you didn't ask. Now,
get your hands off me!
You think if I'd have
known... Now you know!
What are you gonna do
about it? Go to the police?
Well, fine.
Be my guest.
Well, come on, Tilles, come on.
Fish or cut bait.
You make me sick,
you and your moral indignation.
"I didn't know you
were gonna kill anyone."
Well, what about your son?
You knew he was
gonna kill someone.
That's different. Tony
never deliberately...
Tony is your son,
and not some flunky
at Tilles electronics.
And that's the only
difference, Mr. Tycoon.
Oh, I know you,
Tilles. Your kind.
Guys like you been
using me for years.
Using my brain to
make millions of dollars
and chalking it up to
the miracle of a computer.
Well, Jack, I am your miracle.
I make guys like you.
( ominous theme playing)
WOMAN (over speaker): Chicago
now ready for boarding at Gate 9.
WOMAN (over speaker): United
Airlines flight 142 to Los Angeles
now arriving at Gate 2.
United Airlines flight...
Williams to McGarrett.
Williams to McGarrett.
Yeah, McGarrett, Danno.
DANNO: It's confirmed, Steve.
It's Palmer's car. Looks
like he was in a hurry.
Any idea how long
it's been there?
Airport patrol manager told us
last swing through
about 12 hours ago.
Okay, start checking
the airline passenger lists,
all flights within that period.
Get Chin and Frank
to help you. Ten-four.
WOMAN (over speaker):
Passengers arriving from flight 14
may now claim their
luggage in the baggage area...
This is the final
call for flight 190
to Los Angeles and Chicago.
Now ready for
departure at Gate 9.
Thomas L. Pittman.
That's got to be it.
That's one of Palmer's aliases.
Okay, let's get
on it. Thank you.
( heroic theme playing)
Steve, we missed him.
Plane landed in L.A.
7:30 p.m. our time.
God.
That gives him
seven hours on us.
With a guy like Palmer, it
might as well be seven weeks.
( dramatic theme playing)
McGARRETT: Look at
that, Mr. District Attorney.
Don't tell me. A
subpoena, right?
You're looking at the star
witness for the defense.
(exhales): The whole house
is gonna come crashing
down tomorrow morning.
And in my gut, I was
so sure about Tilles.
Steve, word just
came in from L.A.P.D.
They've been
working with the FBI.
Apparently, Palmer didn't
make any connecting flights
nor did he rent a car. Of course
they can't be 100 percent sure.
Needless to say, I've
got some work to do.
I'll be in my office.
See you in court.
There's one thing
wrong with this, Danno.
What's that? Palmer's
been around, right?
Plenty of contact
with the police,
in and out of jail.
Now, he figures we're on to him.
So what does he
do? He hops a plane.
But he uses one of his old
aliases to make the reservation.
Yeah, he could've
flown under any name.
Sure.
Maybe he just
panicked, made a slip.
Could be, but it's
a pretty dumb thing
for an experienced
ganef, isn't it?
(door opens)
Steve, we checked the
crew on Palmer's flight.
No one could make a
positive identification.
Not too surprising, though.
Over 300 passengers,
that's a lot of faces.
Then the only way we know
if Palmer was on that flight,
if indeed we do know,
is by what the airline
computer tells us.
Computer again.
Except the stewardess
took a head count
just before flight time.
It checked with the number
of confirmed reservations.
Yeah. Shown by the computer.
Sure, it's a full flight,
but the empty seats could've
been filled by standbys.
Palmer a no-show?
Doesn't figure.
Maybe not, Danno.
Maybe not, but
here's how I see it.
If you think about it,
every bit of evidence
that we've uncovered so far
has somehow been
related to a computer.
The airline's reservation,
bracelet traced back to
Mason's Department Store
and Curtis, the eyewitness
discredited on the stand
by the computer records
of the telephone company.
You know, Curtis
is still insisting
he was never in
Maureen's apartment.
Well, maybe he wasn't, Danno.
Are you saying that
maybe somebody tampered
with the telephone
company's computer
and all those other
computers as well?
Right now, I'm not
sure of anything.
What I am saying is that
there is something very strange
about this whole thing.
CHIN: Wait a minute.
What about that fingerprint?
Palmer's print on the sunglasses
we found in the apartment?
Now, that wasn't
made by computer.
Right.
But once we got the print,
how did we get the ID?
You mean the H.P.D.
computer? McGARRETT: Yeah.
But how would it be possible
for somebody to gain access
to all those computers,
let alone tap them?
I don't know, but that's
what I'm gonna find out.
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing)
Okay, Larry,
is it possible that someone
outside the department
could tap into this computer?
No way.
Unless he knew how to program
through our security codes.
That would take a real expert,
someone with
specialized knowledge.
Well, let's say for the moment,
that such an individual exists.
Well, then all he'd
need is a terminal,
a telephone, an
acoustic coupler.
Then he'd simply dial
up the computer center.
(typing) The call
would come in here,
punch up the proper sequence
to get by security, and he's in.
But I wanna emphasize, with
the security system we have here,
what you're suggesting is...
Well, I won't say
impossible, but damn unlikely.
But even this
computer isn't fail-safe?
No, not given the
present state of the art.
Okay, back to the expert.
Who is the most
likely candidate?
The only possibility would
be someone who had a hand
in the design of the
computer software.
The basic system,
set of programs,
that allows the
beast to do its work.
This particular computer
was manufactured and designed
by World Business Machines.
World Business Machines.
They're one of the largest, right?
Right. They design systems
for many major companies
and government agencies.
Okay. Thank you,
Larry. Appreciate it.
Anytime.
( mysterious theme playing)
Yes, we designed the
systems for all those companies,
both software and hardware.
How many people were involved
in the design phase
of those contracts?
Quite a few. I'd have to check.
Can you get a list
of those people to us
as soon as
possible? It's urgent.
Certainly.
It's hard to believe,
one of our own people
manipulating records.
This is the kind of horror
story I'm always afraid of.
And this time the horror
story may include murder.
Let's go.
You'll get that list
within the hour.
If that list he was
talking about is too long,
we're gonna have trouble
making that trial deadline.
That's why we're gonna have
to go at it from the other end.
Hugh Tilles? Yeah.
Well, he's the man. He fits.
He's the high roller
with the big stake
and the ability to pay.
I've heard of tampering
in court cases before,
but this takes the trophy.
For openers, check
out Tilles' bank accounts,
business and personal.
See if he's made any
sizable withdrawals recently.
Steve? McGARRETT: Yeah, Danno?
I checked Tilles' accounts.
He hasn't made any
sizable withdrawals
since way before
the trial started.
But the day after
William Curtis testified,
he transferred his
personal account
from Tidewater Federal
to Oahu National.
And Tidewater Federal's
computer system?
Not designed by World
Business Machines.
And Oahu National
was? DANNO: Right.
Oh, boy. Very neat.
And difficult to trace.
Yeah.
But without those records,
all we've really got is air.
Theories, suppositions
and a mythical
computer freak we think
might involved in a
conspiracy with Hugh Tilles.
John,
I think we're gonna
need a search warrant.
Well, there's precedent
for that sort of thing.
Warrants have been issued to
go into computers before, but...
Yeah, I know.
I don't like it either,
but the bottom line is
are we ready to
invade a man's privacy
based on the
information we've got?
MANICOTE: Steve,
I think we have to.
Not only are we faced
with the possibility
that a murderer is
going to be set free,
but there's another
killer out there.
And if our computer analyst
slides by this one,
it could juice him up to
something even worse.
Get me that warrant.
What if we're wrong?
Then we take the heat.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Mr. Bowman? Mr. Ho,
what may I do for you?
Well, this is a warrant
empowering Hawaii Five-0
to examine all computer
records associated
with the account
of Hugh M. Tilles.
It's a new account.
Yes, I know, a very large one.
I opened it myself.
Computer records?
That's very unusual.
Judge Harding,
the issuing judge,
says if you have any
question to call him.
No, no, no, not at
all. Come with me.
I'll see that you
get them right away.
Only one transaction recorded.
Yeah, but I think it's the one.
Now, this account
number shown here, 33564,
could you find out
who it belongs to?
Sure, just a second.
Well, thank you.
Williams.
Right.
Steve. Thanks, Chin.
Pay dirt. The day after
Tilles opened his account,
a hundred thousand
dollars was transferred
to the personal account
of a Charles Aarons.
Charles Aarons.
Let's see if we've got
ourselves a computer analyst.
Ah-ha.
Are you ready to
proceed, Mr. Manicote?
Yes, I am, Your Honor.
I call Charles
Aarons to the stand.
(groans)
( heroic theme playing)
He's gonna tell
it all, Mr. Tilles.
Okay, Danno.
You know,
all we can expect from a
computer is information.
It's just a piece of hardware.
No values, no sense of morality.
But our society is
concerned with people.
People. And we expect
much more from them.
Much more.
( upbeat surf theme playing)