Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 7, Episode 3 - I'll Kill 'Em Again - full transcript
A nerdy bookstore clerk with an obsession for McGarrett turns deadly as he re-creates some of Five-O's most famous cases that were covered in a series of magazine articles. He is so brazen ...
( suspenseful theme playing)
This is Jack Lord inviting
you to be with us next for:
"I'll Kill 'Em Again."
McGARRETT: Do you
remember that series
of magazine articles
about a year ago,
each one featuring a different
homicide that Five-0 worked on?
Didn't that series
run for 20 weeks?
Steve, that means
20 different homicides.
We've gotta move
and move fast. Let's go.
CHIN HO: The
victim's Sally Pomeroy.
DANNO: What's really
bizarre is the detail.
Body draped in a
flowered kimono,
phone off the hook,
even the shower
was left running.
It's like we found
it three years ago.
Mr. McGarrett.
I'm a pretty important
guy in your life right now.
That's right, friend.
You tell me how important
you are, I wanna know.
Too late.
Okay, clear.
Next, "Kill 'Em
Again." Be here, aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
(clicks)
(door shuts)
Well, I see you survived
your day in court.
Barely. Delaney's got himself
one heavyweight lawyer.
Well, I'm not surprised,
but there is no way...
No way he can bust out of
the case you put together.
Wish I had your
confidence, Steve.
You should have
seen the star witness
perform under cross-examination.
CHIN HO: You'll have
another day on the stand.
The DA will put
her head straight.
DANNO: Maybe.
Anne Remington.
Anne Remington? Sounds familiar.
Well, isn't that the name
of the eyewitness to
the Jameson robbery,
murdered two or three years ago?
Exactly three years ago.
And we nailed Jameson and his
partner, remember? Murder one.
I thought we had
put that case to bed.
Both serving life terms,
no chance of parole.
Loose ends, maybe?
Maybe. Maybe a
crank. Maybe nothing.
Okay, gentlemen,
what's on the agenda?
( dramatic theme playing)
(muffled shouting)
( distorted dramatic
theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
(dial tone humming)
(squeaking)
(siren wailing)
Okay, doc, what have we got?
One stab wound in the back
made by a thin sharp instrument.
Most likely that knife your
boys found near the body.
Che and I will have to get
together on that one to be sure.
No other apparent injuries.
Neat and clean.
As you said on the
phone, Danno, déjà vu.
Yeah, Anne
Remington all the way.
Her case file makes
coincidence hard to buy.
Same apartment complex,
physical description.
Identical M.O. Only
the name has changed.
The victim's Sally
Pomeroy, age 25, lived alone,
daughter of district court
Judge Arnold Pomeroy.
Judge Pomeroy? Yeah.
Any evidence of a robbery?
CHIN HO: No, none at all.
DANNO: What's really
bizarre is the detail.
Body draped in a
flowered kimono,
phone off the hook.
Even the shower
was left running,
just like we found
it three years ago.
And Steve, take a look at this.
Genoa.
Another detail the same, huh?
Did the knife
belong to the girl?
We don't know yet.
Chin, if it didn't,
get a list of all the
stores handling this brand
and check them out.
Danno, you better
notify Judge Pomeroy.
It's possible that he
had some connection
with the Remington case.
If not, maybe a relative,
a friend, or an enemy.
Chin, you take care of that.
Oh, and Danno...
I want a complete
background on the Pomeroy girl.
Compare it with
the Remington case.
Right.
"Remember Anne Remington."
(engine stops)
(bell rings)
Hi, Harry.
"Hi, Harry."
What's with the "Hi, Harry"?
Where have you been?
Over two hours late, boy.
You know I needed you
here. Now, what happened?
Eddie, what happened?
(bell rings)
Uh, yes, miss, can I
help you with something?
I hope so. I'm looking
for a copy of Moby Dick.
Mob... Yeah, well,
let me see now.
I'm not sure. Eddie,
do you think...?
Back shelf to the
right, five rows down,
in the middle, right next
to a copy of Lord Jim.
I don't know what
I'd do without him.
Eddie will look
after you. Thank you.
(bell rings)
Thank you.
(bell rings)
Here you go.
WOMAN: This will be fine.
How much is it?
Excuse me? Eddie.
I'm very sorry, miss.
That is, uh, 90 cents.
(cash register dings)
Thank you.
(bell rings)
All right, Eddie, come on.
What's the matter?
Nothing, Harry.
Are you sure? You know
you can level with me.
I'm fine, honest.
And I'm sorry about
being late this morning.
I promise it won't happen again.
Okay, Eddie, okay.
Here, you-you go over
to the Haynes estate.
The address is there.
They have a pile of books
for us and they're all paid for.
And you be back within an hour.
That's one hour, Eddie.
Sure, Harry.
(bell rings)
Che, what do you got?
A beginning. Let's take a look.
Hair samples on the left
were taken from the victim.
The ones on the right were
found between the victim's fingers.
They're nearly
identical in color,
but the ones on the right
have a portion of the hair root
still adhering to the root end.
You mean, torn
from the killer's scalp?
Looks that way.
I made a comparison
of the medulla size
between the two.
They're from
different individuals.
I'd say the killer
had dark-brown hair.
Interesting. What
about the postcard?
No discernible prints.
A standard postcard you
can pick up most anywhere,
but there was one
interesting thing.
Look at the first two letters.
The character and lettering
of "Mr." is slightly different,
a bit uneven.
Also thicker,
as though the writer
were pressing down hard.
Conclusion?
I don't have one.
Have you any idea
if it's male or female?
I had Dr. Leonard
at the university
take a look at the
card. Dr. Leonard?
He's new there, and
an expert graphologist.
From the pressure
applied in the writing,
Leonard is sure it's a man.
How sure? Ninety percent.
Okay, that's good enough
for me, Che. Thank you.
And thank Dr. Leonard.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hey, you want to
earn five bucks?
No.
Five bucks plus this.
It will only take a minute.
Easy money.
Hop in.
(engine starts)
Steve, complete background files
on Sally Pomeroy
and Anne Remington.
Looks like the classic wheel
spinning. No connection.
Any possibility of an
overlap in residence
at the Palm Gardens?
BEN: No. I'm
afraid it gets worse.
I talked to Judge Pomeroy.
He remembers the
Remington case, all right,
but he had absolutely
no connection with it.
That goes for his staff too.
CHIN HO: No enemies, at least
according to the people closest to her.
And in case there was any doubt,
it appears the kimono
was brought in by the killer.
The Genoa knives too.
Nobody could identify them
as belonging to
the Pomeroy girl.
What about a
rundown on the stores
handling the Genoa
brand of knives. Any luck?
No. No luck so far.
Well, if there is no connection
between the Remington
and Pomeroy cases,
what do we have?
A reconstructed
crime, no evidence,
and a postcard with
a cryptic reminder.
Psycho? McGARRETT:
I feel the rumblings.
All right, let's... Let's
go at it another way.
If the killer, for
whatever reason,
wanted to recreate a crime,
he would need detailed
information on the evidence.
The Genoa knives, for instance.
Now, where would he get it?
Police reports are not
available to the general public.
Newspaper accounts, maybe.
Yeah, but they're
usually pretty fragmentary
on this kind of detail.
Yeah, they are.
Ben, you take a run at
that part of the problem.
Right.
McGARRETT: Chin,
see if you can run down
the kimono and the knives.
Now, the killer
either had to lift them
or purchase them somewhere.
A used clothing store, pawnshop,
thrift shop somewhere. Okay.
( suspenseful music playing)
( suspenseful theme swells)
(indistinct chatter
over police radio)
Name is Sam Palley.
Harmless old wino.
One of the H.P.D.
guys recognized him.
He said Palley spent half
his life in the drunk tank.
But this was an
execution, Steve.
Shot once in the
back of the head.
I received the card just
minutes before I got your call.
Looks like another encore.
"Benny Fortuna.
"Age: 56.
"Wino who doubled
as an informant.
"Executed by the
Kahiki gang May 12th,
exactly four years
ago." Incredible.
Found this on his lips.
Yeah, that's the Kahiki calling
card all right. A silver dollar.
Left there to warn anyone
else to not open their mouth.
Impossible to
trace, then and now.
What kind of demented
mind tries to recreate murders?
I don't know, Danno. All
I've got now are questions.
For instance, what's the motive?
Even a sick mind
manufactures one,
however twisted.
And why these particular
kinds of crimes, so dissimilar?
What's the connection?
I just thought of something.
Do you remember that
series of magazine articles
about a year ago,
each one featuring a different
homicide that Five-0 worked on?
Weren't the Remington
and Fortuna cases
included in that?
I think so.
Been right under our noses.
Didn't that series
run for 20 weeks?
Steve, that means
20 different homicides.
If that is a source.
Hey, if that's the source,
we've got to move,
and move fast. Let's go.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Chin Ho. Wan Soo.
Mm-hm. You sell them?
You know how it is.
Stuff passes through here.
Yeah, yeah. I know,
like the breeze.
(speaks in foreign language)
It's mighty important to me.
Maybe.
Yeah. Sold it to a
haole two months ago.
And what's this haole look like?
Too long.
Young? Old?
A young guy, I think.
Well, think some more.
Was he tall, thin, short,
fat, blond, brunette?
I can't remember.
Okay, but if you should
remember anything,
anything at all...
I know. I call you.
(bell rings)
(cash register dings)
(bell rings)
Hi, Harry.
Bet you're surprised to
see me half-hour early.
Even made it before you.
Oh, I'm surprised all right.
I'm surprised you even showed
your big mug back in here again.
I didn't do anything
wrong. What did I do?
Yesterday, Eddie.
Remember yesterday?
I had this place stacked
up with customers,
everyone wanting
books and I couldn't find
more than half of them.
That's why I count
on you, Eddie.
Then this Mrs.
Haynes gives me a call.
Remember the books you
were supposed to pick up?
She says you never
even showed up.
Now, how the hell
you explain that?
Eddie, if you're in
some kind of trouble...
Trouble? I'm not in
any kind of trouble.
What made you say that, anyhow?
Is-is it drugs, Eddie?
Are you on something?
Drugs? Only filth and scum
put rotten things in their body.
That what you think
I am, Harry? Scum?
No, no, calm
down, Eddie, please.
I'm just trying to find out
what's eating you, that's all.
If you don't want to talk
about it, it's your business.
But let me tell you something.
Even though you got the
best damn memory in the world,
Eddie, it's no good to
me unless you show up.
I got to have
somebody to depend on.
Now, I'm going to give you one
more chance, you understand?
Just one more.
I'll... I'll be gone for about an
hour or so on some errands.
Will you be all right here?
All right.
I'll see you later.
( suspenseful theme playing)
McGARRETT: Okay, gentlemen.
What's the verdict?
DANNO: Any of the remaining
18 homicides could be recreated,
some with more
difficulty than others,
but with our boy's ingenuity...
There's no way to predict
when or how he will strike.
He chooses his victims
like you pick out meat
at the supermarket.
DANNO: The first two
articles he used are of no help.
He's not following any
kind of sequence I can see.
The Remington case
was, what, three years ago?
The Fortuna case, five.
The dates or case numbers
the magazines gave him
just don't line up.
Even if we could predict with
any certainty the next replay,
how could we go about
protecting the unlucky citizen?
Steve. We may have
something. Come in.
Lab team came up with these
near the body on Crater Road.
They were able to come
up with several single
good foot impressions
near the body.
They match the walking
picture found nearby.
From the size of the impression,
the apparent step length,
less than the average 32 inches,
I'd say they belong to
a man 5'7 ", 8" maybe.
(intercom buzzing) Yes, Jenny?
JENNY (on intercom):
There's a man on the phone.
Wants to talk to
Mr. Steven McGarrett.
Says he's the one who
sent those postcards.
Been no mention to
the press of the cards.
Put a trace on it. Hold
him, Jenny. Hold him.
This is Williams. Put a
trace on Line 3, top priority.
Danny?
Put him on, Jenny. McGarrett.
Mister... Mr. McGarrett.
Well, he-he, it's good...
I mean, it's really
good to talk to you.
I figure you've been
wanting to talk to me too.
I'm a pretty important
guy in your life right now.
That's right, friend.
You... You tell me how
important you are. I want to know.
You've got problems,
M-Mr. McGarrett,
big problems.
I mean, you're
supposed to be the man.
Supercop.
But now supercop
must be having fits.
Don't know where to begin, huh?
Well, you're wrong, my friend.
What did you say your name was?
I didn't say.
Well, we know a lot
about you anyway.
It's just a matter of time.
What do you mean?
We have a pretty
good profile on you.
Uh, you're, uh,
blond, about 6 feet,
and you like to
wear tennis shoes,
size 10, am I right?
Oh, you ought to be
able to do better than that.
Here, let me help. Want
some facts? Get a pencil.
Got it. Too late.
(phone bangs)
Any luck?
Why the false rap?
Oh, it's just a ploy.
In his distorted way, he
was issuing a challenge.
If I challenge him back
and hit him with the truth,
it might just feed his sickness.
This way, if he
thinks he's winning,
he might ease
off or get careless.
(buzzing) Yes, Jenny?
JENNY (on intercom
): It's him again.
Hold him, Jenny.
This is Williams.
Put the trace back on.
McGarrett.
M-Mr. McGarrett.
Don't you think I know you
would try to trace that call?
Now, do you understand
who you're dealing with?
Face it, I know more than you.
I'm smarter than you.
Oh, keep an eye on your mailbox.
Well, that wasn't
much help, was it?
Mister.
Notice the "mister"?
Mister.
Yeah, look at that.
Interesting.
Jenny, have you
contacted Dr. Patrick?
JENNY: The doctor's on her
way to the psychiatric clinic.
I left a message
there. Thank you.
Mister.
( ominous theme playing)
Get back in that store,
Eddie. Go on, get back.
Eddie, where are you going?
Eddie. Eddie.
Eddie.
It's the end.
(car honking)
(siren wailing)
Didn't you see that
red light back there?
Gee, I'm sorry.
May I see your
driver's license, please?
Remember Officer Tanaka?
( suspenseful theme swells)
( mysterious theme playing)
The Brian Tanaka case?
Yeah. Built-in trap, Danno.
All the psycho had to
do was drive around,
find a cop, and break the law.
How's Jimmy Wong?
DANNO: Just went into
intensive care. Security's all set.
Dr. Ying, please.
Dr. Ying? McGarrett,
Five-0. Yes.
What's his condition?
Extremely critical.
Severe trauma, internal
organs. Heavy blood loss.
Is there any chance
of talking to him?
Not for several hours.
What's the prognosis?
The next hour's critical.
Right now, I'd have
to say either way.
All right, thank you.
Nobody gets in that room.
Nobody, without
proper ID. Yes, sir.
If you have any problems,
you have plenty of backup.
Right.
Let's see if Duke came
up with any witnesses.
(piano music
playing on car radio)
(turns off)
(car starts)
( suspenseful theme playing)
WOMAN: Monoa General
Hospital. Can I help you?
No, sir. Dr. Ozarasky is
not expected until 4:00.
WOMAN (on PA): Dr. Macklin,
telephone, please. Dr. Macklin, telephone.
Dr. Gates, please
contact the main desk.
Dr. Gates, contact
the main desk, please.
Red blanket team
to Intensive Care.
Red blanket to ICU.
Drs. Fairmont, Etu,
and Gibson to ICU.
Red blanket team
to Intensive Care.
Make way, please.
(machine beeping)
Start at 400 watt
seconds for this one.
He's got a thick chest.
One, two, three, four.
YING: Clear.
Let's have some lidocaine
and be ready to shock again.
He's not holding.
Okay, clear.
I think he's had the course.
Pupils are fixed and dilated.
YING: Okay, let's quit.
Time?
7:15.
EDDIE (on tape
): M-Mr. McGarrett,
do you understand
who you're dealing with?
Face it. I know more than you.
I'm smarter than you.
Finished? Oh, keep an eye out...
Well, doctor?
Best I can do is off the top.
Anything you got.
All right.
Desperate,
paranoid schizophrenic
for openers.
It's all there,
the loose associations,
illusions of grandeur.
Lot of anger, hatred,
of himself mostly.
You're just the object,
a way to blow off steam.
And his victims, what are they?
Well, you're not
going to like this,
but in my opinion
they're just pawns,
agents for his delusions.
Why the re-created crimes?
Now, that's where you come in.
I think by duplicating
the exact crimes
that you and Five-0 solved,
and presumably
getting away with them,
in his own mind he
triumphs over you.
Now, it's very
important for him to deny
his unconscious
feelings of inferiority, so...
(sighs)
it's very important for him
to beat what he
feels is the best.
In the popular language
of these articles,
you and Five-0 are
invincible. You're heroes.
What do you think
is behind this...
This hang-up of his
on the word "mister"?
Hard to say, specifically.
You know, it's not uncommon
for emotional problems
to be expressed in writing
or speaking difficulties.
Most likely a conflict
with a parent or guardian,
some kind of authority figure.
You mentioned this chess game.
Okay, he's got
us checked so far.
Do you think there's any
chance that he'd become
satisfied and call the game off?
I just can't say, Steve.
He could quit now, yeah, today,
disappear into thin air.
But I wouldn't bet on it.
No, I think his anger
runs very deep.
I wish I could be
more optimistic.
So do I, doctor. So do I.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hi. Can I help you?
Help me?
What are you doing
here? Who are you?
Sheila Young. I work here.
Since when? Today.
You don't work
here. I work here.
Maybe you should
speak with Mr. Beacham.
M-Mr. Beacham. Oh, yeah.
Let me talk to M-Mr. Beacham.
I certainly would like to
talk to M-Mr. Beacham.
HAROLD: Eddie.
What's she doing
here, M-Mr. Beacham?
I told you, Eddie, I need
someone I can depend on.
I think I've been fair. (dings)
You can't just get rid of me.
I'm important. It's all
up here, remember?
You need me.
I owe you from last week.
You're just like the rest.
I'll show you, M-Mr. Beacham.
I'll show all of you.
Eddie. Eddie!
Here, Steve. You're
going to need your strength.
Oh, thanks, Danno.
We just re-interviewed every
last one of those witnesses
they came up with
on Smith Street.
It's the same story.
An older sedan is the
best anybody can do.
Not even an partial
license number.
And nobody can
agree on anything.
Some swear it was
blue, others brown.
One old lady held out for
a kind of a two-tone beige.
Mm.
One guy said he
saw the whole thing.
Gave a complete
detailed description
on how Jimmy Wong was
shot, but the car, the driver,
blank city.
I'm beginning to think
this guy is invincible.
No, Danno. He's not
invincible, he's just lucky.
DANNO: Maybe
he'll just disappear,
like the lady shrink said.
(intercom buzzing)
Grab it, will you, Danno?
Yes, Jenny. It's him.
I'm going to try to make
him forget the clock this time.
Put him on, Jenny.
M-Mr. McGarrett.
McGARRETT (on phone
): Yeah, right here, pal.
I've been feeling kind of
sorry for you, you know?
Because you must be
hurting bad, real bad.
That cop I got, he must...
He must have been like
one of your own, huh?
Yeah, yeah, but you're
going to feel worse
when you find out what I know.
No, you don't know nothing. Oh?
Did you think you were invisible
when you shot Officer Wong?
I know a bluff, M-Mr. McGarrett.
Don't try.
There's a lot more, my friend.
You see, I never give up.
Never.
Now, last time when
we talked on the phone,
I really went to work on you.
I know that nothing has
gone right for you lately.
For instance,
how many jobs have you
held within the last year?
Huh?
Answer me.
Hey, how did you know that?
EDDIE: How did you know that?
(knocking on door)
HAROLD: Eddie.
I wasn't going to come here
at all, but I thought it over,
and you are entitled to
the money that I owe you.
M-Mr. Beacham.
He sent you to spy
on me, huh? What?
It won't do any good.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Anyway, here's your money
and a couple of extra
bucks to tide you over.
Because I'm smarter.
Yeah, here it is.
Mr. Beacham's
gonna fit in just fine.
What do...? What
do you mean, "fit in"?
( ominous theme swells)
(indistinct chatter
on police radio)
COP: Yes, sir, 6 a.m.
Just finishing up my rounds
when I came across
him lying there.
At first, I thought it
was Mr. Cunningham,
till I got a closer look.
Mr. Cunningham, he's the owner?
Yeah. Comes down here
almost every weekend.
But that fellow, the dead man,
never seen him before,
and I've been on this
job more than five years.
Were any of the boat
owners down here
at the time you found the body?
Several, but they didn't
know who it was, either.
May I have their names?
McGARRETT (on radio): McGarrett
to Williams. McGarrett to Williams.
Yeah, Steve.
Another postcard
just came in, Danno.
You got a man in his mid-60s
bludgeoned to death
at the yacht club?
I'm afraid so. Benjamin
Warfield, right?
Right. Any ID?
He's still a John Doe.
But we've got more
people to question.
Have Che take a set of prints
off him right away, Danno.
There's something
wrong this time.
There's something wrong.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Something there you want?
Yeah. I wanted to
look at some beads.
Oh, sure.
Hi. May I help you?
Yeah. I want to buy a
scarf for my girlfriend.
Any special kind?
Yeah, multicolored.
Is this what you had in mind?
Exactly what I had in mind.
Steve. McGARRETT: Hey, Danno.
Got a positive ID On
victim number four.
His name's Harold Beacham.
He lived over on
Moheli-eli Street.
Owned a used bookstore nearby.
That's a long way
from the yacht harbor.
Yeah, in more ways than one.
Beacham, huh?
All right, let's run it down.
In the first three cases,
the victims were selected
on the basis of how closely
they fit the historical cases,
but in this case,
our killer selected a used
bookstore owner from Moheli-eli.
Why? Why?
Why run the risk and the trouble
of killing Beacham,
moving his body, dressing
it in yachting clothes,
when he could have killed any
one of a number of boat owners
who were already at the marina?
Now here's something
else, very interesting.
"Remember
Mr. Benjamin Warfield."
"Mister." That's the
first and only time
he referred to a
previous victim that way
and it appears that he
had trouble writing it.
Maybe he had a personal motive.
Yeah. That's what
I'm getting at, Danno.
Maybe. Maybe.
Now, Beacham was an older man.
Maybe he was one of
those authority figures
that Dr. Patrick mentioned.
It's worth a try. Let's
take a crack at it.
(gentle piano music playing)
(turns off)
(bell rings)
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
Miss...? Young, Sheila Young.
You work here, Miss Young?
Yes, but if it's something
about the store,
you'll have to talk
with Mr. Beacham.
He should be here by now.
I see.
Miss Young,
Mr. Beacham was murdered
about 10:00 last night. Wow.
When was the last time
you saw Mr. Beacham?
Late yesterday afternoon.
I left at exactly 5:00
and he was still here.
Had you known him long?
No, I just started working here.
But listen, this could
have something to do
with what happened yesterday.
A guy came in here,
a guy named Eddie.
He was acting...
He acted real mad
and upset Mr. Beacham
for the rest of the day.
Oh? What was it
about, do you know?
Mr. Beacham fired
him a few days ago.
He was acting so weird,
like he couldn't accept it.
Mr. Beacham offered
him some money,
and he just ran out, real mad.
He fired him? Yeah.
This Eddie, do you
know his full name?
Uh... Eddie... Josephs.
Eddie Josephs.
I don't know where
he lives, though.
Well, if he worked here, his
address must be someplace.
Do you mind if we look? No.
Thank you. Danno.
( swing theme playing)
MAN: Beat it!
Five-0. Open up.
Five-0. Open up.
Check it, Danno.
Steve.
Blueprints.
Remington, Fortuna,
Tanaka, Warfield.
Yeah.
Wait a minute.
Call Chin.
Find out what crime was
featured in this issue and where.
Got an appointment?
No, but look, look.
Here, you can
have all of this. Hm?
Take it.
Put this on.
What's this?
A scarf.
Please?
Okay.
( tense theme playing)
Get the back!
Five-0, open up!
Take him off.
You bastard!
Okay, now, Eddie.
Get up, Eddie.
All right, Eddie. Hold it.
M-Mr. McGarrett.
It's all over, Eddie boy.
Over?
Oh, no. No. That means you win.
You can't win!
( dramatic theme swells)
( Hawaii Five-0 theme playing)
This is Jack Lord inviting
you to be with us next for:
"I'll Kill 'Em Again."
McGARRETT: Do you
remember that series
of magazine articles
about a year ago,
each one featuring a different
homicide that Five-0 worked on?
Didn't that series
run for 20 weeks?
Steve, that means
20 different homicides.
We've gotta move
and move fast. Let's go.
CHIN HO: The
victim's Sally Pomeroy.
DANNO: What's really
bizarre is the detail.
Body draped in a
flowered kimono,
phone off the hook,
even the shower
was left running.
It's like we found
it three years ago.
Mr. McGarrett.
I'm a pretty important
guy in your life right now.
That's right, friend.
You tell me how important
you are, I wanna know.
Too late.
Okay, clear.
Next, "Kill 'Em
Again." Be here, aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
(clicks)
(door shuts)
Well, I see you survived
your day in court.
Barely. Delaney's got himself
one heavyweight lawyer.
Well, I'm not surprised,
but there is no way...
No way he can bust out of
the case you put together.
Wish I had your
confidence, Steve.
You should have
seen the star witness
perform under cross-examination.
CHIN HO: You'll have
another day on the stand.
The DA will put
her head straight.
DANNO: Maybe.
Anne Remington.
Anne Remington? Sounds familiar.
Well, isn't that the name
of the eyewitness to
the Jameson robbery,
murdered two or three years ago?
Exactly three years ago.
And we nailed Jameson and his
partner, remember? Murder one.
I thought we had
put that case to bed.
Both serving life terms,
no chance of parole.
Loose ends, maybe?
Maybe. Maybe a
crank. Maybe nothing.
Okay, gentlemen,
what's on the agenda?
( dramatic theme playing)
(muffled shouting)
( distorted dramatic
theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
(dial tone humming)
(squeaking)
(siren wailing)
Okay, doc, what have we got?
One stab wound in the back
made by a thin sharp instrument.
Most likely that knife your
boys found near the body.
Che and I will have to get
together on that one to be sure.
No other apparent injuries.
Neat and clean.
As you said on the
phone, Danno, déjà vu.
Yeah, Anne
Remington all the way.
Her case file makes
coincidence hard to buy.
Same apartment complex,
physical description.
Identical M.O. Only
the name has changed.
The victim's Sally
Pomeroy, age 25, lived alone,
daughter of district court
Judge Arnold Pomeroy.
Judge Pomeroy? Yeah.
Any evidence of a robbery?
CHIN HO: No, none at all.
DANNO: What's really
bizarre is the detail.
Body draped in a
flowered kimono,
phone off the hook.
Even the shower
was left running,
just like we found
it three years ago.
And Steve, take a look at this.
Genoa.
Another detail the same, huh?
Did the knife
belong to the girl?
We don't know yet.
Chin, if it didn't,
get a list of all the
stores handling this brand
and check them out.
Danno, you better
notify Judge Pomeroy.
It's possible that he
had some connection
with the Remington case.
If not, maybe a relative,
a friend, or an enemy.
Chin, you take care of that.
Oh, and Danno...
I want a complete
background on the Pomeroy girl.
Compare it with
the Remington case.
Right.
"Remember Anne Remington."
(engine stops)
(bell rings)
Hi, Harry.
"Hi, Harry."
What's with the "Hi, Harry"?
Where have you been?
Over two hours late, boy.
You know I needed you
here. Now, what happened?
Eddie, what happened?
(bell rings)
Uh, yes, miss, can I
help you with something?
I hope so. I'm looking
for a copy of Moby Dick.
Mob... Yeah, well,
let me see now.
I'm not sure. Eddie,
do you think...?
Back shelf to the
right, five rows down,
in the middle, right next
to a copy of Lord Jim.
I don't know what
I'd do without him.
Eddie will look
after you. Thank you.
(bell rings)
Thank you.
(bell rings)
Here you go.
WOMAN: This will be fine.
How much is it?
Excuse me? Eddie.
I'm very sorry, miss.
That is, uh, 90 cents.
(cash register dings)
Thank you.
(bell rings)
All right, Eddie, come on.
What's the matter?
Nothing, Harry.
Are you sure? You know
you can level with me.
I'm fine, honest.
And I'm sorry about
being late this morning.
I promise it won't happen again.
Okay, Eddie, okay.
Here, you-you go over
to the Haynes estate.
The address is there.
They have a pile of books
for us and they're all paid for.
And you be back within an hour.
That's one hour, Eddie.
Sure, Harry.
(bell rings)
Che, what do you got?
A beginning. Let's take a look.
Hair samples on the left
were taken from the victim.
The ones on the right were
found between the victim's fingers.
They're nearly
identical in color,
but the ones on the right
have a portion of the hair root
still adhering to the root end.
You mean, torn
from the killer's scalp?
Looks that way.
I made a comparison
of the medulla size
between the two.
They're from
different individuals.
I'd say the killer
had dark-brown hair.
Interesting. What
about the postcard?
No discernible prints.
A standard postcard you
can pick up most anywhere,
but there was one
interesting thing.
Look at the first two letters.
The character and lettering
of "Mr." is slightly different,
a bit uneven.
Also thicker,
as though the writer
were pressing down hard.
Conclusion?
I don't have one.
Have you any idea
if it's male or female?
I had Dr. Leonard
at the university
take a look at the
card. Dr. Leonard?
He's new there, and
an expert graphologist.
From the pressure
applied in the writing,
Leonard is sure it's a man.
How sure? Ninety percent.
Okay, that's good enough
for me, Che. Thank you.
And thank Dr. Leonard.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hey, you want to
earn five bucks?
No.
Five bucks plus this.
It will only take a minute.
Easy money.
Hop in.
(engine starts)
Steve, complete background files
on Sally Pomeroy
and Anne Remington.
Looks like the classic wheel
spinning. No connection.
Any possibility of an
overlap in residence
at the Palm Gardens?
BEN: No. I'm
afraid it gets worse.
I talked to Judge Pomeroy.
He remembers the
Remington case, all right,
but he had absolutely
no connection with it.
That goes for his staff too.
CHIN HO: No enemies, at least
according to the people closest to her.
And in case there was any doubt,
it appears the kimono
was brought in by the killer.
The Genoa knives too.
Nobody could identify them
as belonging to
the Pomeroy girl.
What about a
rundown on the stores
handling the Genoa
brand of knives. Any luck?
No. No luck so far.
Well, if there is no connection
between the Remington
and Pomeroy cases,
what do we have?
A reconstructed
crime, no evidence,
and a postcard with
a cryptic reminder.
Psycho? McGARRETT:
I feel the rumblings.
All right, let's... Let's
go at it another way.
If the killer, for
whatever reason,
wanted to recreate a crime,
he would need detailed
information on the evidence.
The Genoa knives, for instance.
Now, where would he get it?
Police reports are not
available to the general public.
Newspaper accounts, maybe.
Yeah, but they're
usually pretty fragmentary
on this kind of detail.
Yeah, they are.
Ben, you take a run at
that part of the problem.
Right.
McGARRETT: Chin,
see if you can run down
the kimono and the knives.
Now, the killer
either had to lift them
or purchase them somewhere.
A used clothing store, pawnshop,
thrift shop somewhere. Okay.
( suspenseful music playing)
( suspenseful theme swells)
(indistinct chatter
over police radio)
Name is Sam Palley.
Harmless old wino.
One of the H.P.D.
guys recognized him.
He said Palley spent half
his life in the drunk tank.
But this was an
execution, Steve.
Shot once in the
back of the head.
I received the card just
minutes before I got your call.
Looks like another encore.
"Benny Fortuna.
"Age: 56.
"Wino who doubled
as an informant.
"Executed by the
Kahiki gang May 12th,
exactly four years
ago." Incredible.
Found this on his lips.
Yeah, that's the Kahiki calling
card all right. A silver dollar.
Left there to warn anyone
else to not open their mouth.
Impossible to
trace, then and now.
What kind of demented
mind tries to recreate murders?
I don't know, Danno. All
I've got now are questions.
For instance, what's the motive?
Even a sick mind
manufactures one,
however twisted.
And why these particular
kinds of crimes, so dissimilar?
What's the connection?
I just thought of something.
Do you remember that
series of magazine articles
about a year ago,
each one featuring a different
homicide that Five-0 worked on?
Weren't the Remington
and Fortuna cases
included in that?
I think so.
Been right under our noses.
Didn't that series
run for 20 weeks?
Steve, that means
20 different homicides.
If that is a source.
Hey, if that's the source,
we've got to move,
and move fast. Let's go.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Chin Ho. Wan Soo.
Mm-hm. You sell them?
You know how it is.
Stuff passes through here.
Yeah, yeah. I know,
like the breeze.
(speaks in foreign language)
It's mighty important to me.
Maybe.
Yeah. Sold it to a
haole two months ago.
And what's this haole look like?
Too long.
Young? Old?
A young guy, I think.
Well, think some more.
Was he tall, thin, short,
fat, blond, brunette?
I can't remember.
Okay, but if you should
remember anything,
anything at all...
I know. I call you.
(bell rings)
(cash register dings)
(bell rings)
Hi, Harry.
Bet you're surprised to
see me half-hour early.
Even made it before you.
Oh, I'm surprised all right.
I'm surprised you even showed
your big mug back in here again.
I didn't do anything
wrong. What did I do?
Yesterday, Eddie.
Remember yesterday?
I had this place stacked
up with customers,
everyone wanting
books and I couldn't find
more than half of them.
That's why I count
on you, Eddie.
Then this Mrs.
Haynes gives me a call.
Remember the books you
were supposed to pick up?
She says you never
even showed up.
Now, how the hell
you explain that?
Eddie, if you're in
some kind of trouble...
Trouble? I'm not in
any kind of trouble.
What made you say that, anyhow?
Is-is it drugs, Eddie?
Are you on something?
Drugs? Only filth and scum
put rotten things in their body.
That what you think
I am, Harry? Scum?
No, no, calm
down, Eddie, please.
I'm just trying to find out
what's eating you, that's all.
If you don't want to talk
about it, it's your business.
But let me tell you something.
Even though you got the
best damn memory in the world,
Eddie, it's no good to
me unless you show up.
I got to have
somebody to depend on.
Now, I'm going to give you one
more chance, you understand?
Just one more.
I'll... I'll be gone for about an
hour or so on some errands.
Will you be all right here?
All right.
I'll see you later.
( suspenseful theme playing)
McGARRETT: Okay, gentlemen.
What's the verdict?
DANNO: Any of the remaining
18 homicides could be recreated,
some with more
difficulty than others,
but with our boy's ingenuity...
There's no way to predict
when or how he will strike.
He chooses his victims
like you pick out meat
at the supermarket.
DANNO: The first two
articles he used are of no help.
He's not following any
kind of sequence I can see.
The Remington case
was, what, three years ago?
The Fortuna case, five.
The dates or case numbers
the magazines gave him
just don't line up.
Even if we could predict with
any certainty the next replay,
how could we go about
protecting the unlucky citizen?
Steve. We may have
something. Come in.
Lab team came up with these
near the body on Crater Road.
They were able to come
up with several single
good foot impressions
near the body.
They match the walking
picture found nearby.
From the size of the impression,
the apparent step length,
less than the average 32 inches,
I'd say they belong to
a man 5'7 ", 8" maybe.
(intercom buzzing) Yes, Jenny?
JENNY (on intercom):
There's a man on the phone.
Wants to talk to
Mr. Steven McGarrett.
Says he's the one who
sent those postcards.
Been no mention to
the press of the cards.
Put a trace on it. Hold
him, Jenny. Hold him.
This is Williams. Put a
trace on Line 3, top priority.
Danny?
Put him on, Jenny. McGarrett.
Mister... Mr. McGarrett.
Well, he-he, it's good...
I mean, it's really
good to talk to you.
I figure you've been
wanting to talk to me too.
I'm a pretty important
guy in your life right now.
That's right, friend.
You... You tell me how
important you are. I want to know.
You've got problems,
M-Mr. McGarrett,
big problems.
I mean, you're
supposed to be the man.
Supercop.
But now supercop
must be having fits.
Don't know where to begin, huh?
Well, you're wrong, my friend.
What did you say your name was?
I didn't say.
Well, we know a lot
about you anyway.
It's just a matter of time.
What do you mean?
We have a pretty
good profile on you.
Uh, you're, uh,
blond, about 6 feet,
and you like to
wear tennis shoes,
size 10, am I right?
Oh, you ought to be
able to do better than that.
Here, let me help. Want
some facts? Get a pencil.
Got it. Too late.
(phone bangs)
Any luck?
Why the false rap?
Oh, it's just a ploy.
In his distorted way, he
was issuing a challenge.
If I challenge him back
and hit him with the truth,
it might just feed his sickness.
This way, if he
thinks he's winning,
he might ease
off or get careless.
(buzzing) Yes, Jenny?
JENNY (on intercom
): It's him again.
Hold him, Jenny.
This is Williams.
Put the trace back on.
McGarrett.
M-Mr. McGarrett.
Don't you think I know you
would try to trace that call?
Now, do you understand
who you're dealing with?
Face it, I know more than you.
I'm smarter than you.
Oh, keep an eye on your mailbox.
Well, that wasn't
much help, was it?
Mister.
Notice the "mister"?
Mister.
Yeah, look at that.
Interesting.
Jenny, have you
contacted Dr. Patrick?
JENNY: The doctor's on her
way to the psychiatric clinic.
I left a message
there. Thank you.
Mister.
( ominous theme playing)
Get back in that store,
Eddie. Go on, get back.
Eddie, where are you going?
Eddie. Eddie.
Eddie.
It's the end.
(car honking)
(siren wailing)
Didn't you see that
red light back there?
Gee, I'm sorry.
May I see your
driver's license, please?
Remember Officer Tanaka?
( suspenseful theme swells)
( mysterious theme playing)
The Brian Tanaka case?
Yeah. Built-in trap, Danno.
All the psycho had to
do was drive around,
find a cop, and break the law.
How's Jimmy Wong?
DANNO: Just went into
intensive care. Security's all set.
Dr. Ying, please.
Dr. Ying? McGarrett,
Five-0. Yes.
What's his condition?
Extremely critical.
Severe trauma, internal
organs. Heavy blood loss.
Is there any chance
of talking to him?
Not for several hours.
What's the prognosis?
The next hour's critical.
Right now, I'd have
to say either way.
All right, thank you.
Nobody gets in that room.
Nobody, without
proper ID. Yes, sir.
If you have any problems,
you have plenty of backup.
Right.
Let's see if Duke came
up with any witnesses.
(piano music
playing on car radio)
(turns off)
(car starts)
( suspenseful theme playing)
WOMAN: Monoa General
Hospital. Can I help you?
No, sir. Dr. Ozarasky is
not expected until 4:00.
WOMAN (on PA): Dr. Macklin,
telephone, please. Dr. Macklin, telephone.
Dr. Gates, please
contact the main desk.
Dr. Gates, contact
the main desk, please.
Red blanket team
to Intensive Care.
Red blanket to ICU.
Drs. Fairmont, Etu,
and Gibson to ICU.
Red blanket team
to Intensive Care.
Make way, please.
(machine beeping)
Start at 400 watt
seconds for this one.
He's got a thick chest.
One, two, three, four.
YING: Clear.
Let's have some lidocaine
and be ready to shock again.
He's not holding.
Okay, clear.
I think he's had the course.
Pupils are fixed and dilated.
YING: Okay, let's quit.
Time?
7:15.
EDDIE (on tape
): M-Mr. McGarrett,
do you understand
who you're dealing with?
Face it. I know more than you.
I'm smarter than you.
Finished? Oh, keep an eye out...
Well, doctor?
Best I can do is off the top.
Anything you got.
All right.
Desperate,
paranoid schizophrenic
for openers.
It's all there,
the loose associations,
illusions of grandeur.
Lot of anger, hatred,
of himself mostly.
You're just the object,
a way to blow off steam.
And his victims, what are they?
Well, you're not
going to like this,
but in my opinion
they're just pawns,
agents for his delusions.
Why the re-created crimes?
Now, that's where you come in.
I think by duplicating
the exact crimes
that you and Five-0 solved,
and presumably
getting away with them,
in his own mind he
triumphs over you.
Now, it's very
important for him to deny
his unconscious
feelings of inferiority, so...
(sighs)
it's very important for him
to beat what he
feels is the best.
In the popular language
of these articles,
you and Five-0 are
invincible. You're heroes.
What do you think
is behind this...
This hang-up of his
on the word "mister"?
Hard to say, specifically.
You know, it's not uncommon
for emotional problems
to be expressed in writing
or speaking difficulties.
Most likely a conflict
with a parent or guardian,
some kind of authority figure.
You mentioned this chess game.
Okay, he's got
us checked so far.
Do you think there's any
chance that he'd become
satisfied and call the game off?
I just can't say, Steve.
He could quit now, yeah, today,
disappear into thin air.
But I wouldn't bet on it.
No, I think his anger
runs very deep.
I wish I could be
more optimistic.
So do I, doctor. So do I.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hi. Can I help you?
Help me?
What are you doing
here? Who are you?
Sheila Young. I work here.
Since when? Today.
You don't work
here. I work here.
Maybe you should
speak with Mr. Beacham.
M-Mr. Beacham. Oh, yeah.
Let me talk to M-Mr. Beacham.
I certainly would like to
talk to M-Mr. Beacham.
HAROLD: Eddie.
What's she doing
here, M-Mr. Beacham?
I told you, Eddie, I need
someone I can depend on.
I think I've been fair. (dings)
You can't just get rid of me.
I'm important. It's all
up here, remember?
You need me.
I owe you from last week.
You're just like the rest.
I'll show you, M-Mr. Beacham.
I'll show all of you.
Eddie. Eddie!
Here, Steve. You're
going to need your strength.
Oh, thanks, Danno.
We just re-interviewed every
last one of those witnesses
they came up with
on Smith Street.
It's the same story.
An older sedan is the
best anybody can do.
Not even an partial
license number.
And nobody can
agree on anything.
Some swear it was
blue, others brown.
One old lady held out for
a kind of a two-tone beige.
Mm.
One guy said he
saw the whole thing.
Gave a complete
detailed description
on how Jimmy Wong was
shot, but the car, the driver,
blank city.
I'm beginning to think
this guy is invincible.
No, Danno. He's not
invincible, he's just lucky.
DANNO: Maybe
he'll just disappear,
like the lady shrink said.
(intercom buzzing)
Grab it, will you, Danno?
Yes, Jenny. It's him.
I'm going to try to make
him forget the clock this time.
Put him on, Jenny.
M-Mr. McGarrett.
McGARRETT (on phone
): Yeah, right here, pal.
I've been feeling kind of
sorry for you, you know?
Because you must be
hurting bad, real bad.
That cop I got, he must...
He must have been like
one of your own, huh?
Yeah, yeah, but you're
going to feel worse
when you find out what I know.
No, you don't know nothing. Oh?
Did you think you were invisible
when you shot Officer Wong?
I know a bluff, M-Mr. McGarrett.
Don't try.
There's a lot more, my friend.
You see, I never give up.
Never.
Now, last time when
we talked on the phone,
I really went to work on you.
I know that nothing has
gone right for you lately.
For instance,
how many jobs have you
held within the last year?
Huh?
Answer me.
Hey, how did you know that?
EDDIE: How did you know that?
(knocking on door)
HAROLD: Eddie.
I wasn't going to come here
at all, but I thought it over,
and you are entitled to
the money that I owe you.
M-Mr. Beacham.
He sent you to spy
on me, huh? What?
It won't do any good.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Anyway, here's your money
and a couple of extra
bucks to tide you over.
Because I'm smarter.
Yeah, here it is.
Mr. Beacham's
gonna fit in just fine.
What do...? What
do you mean, "fit in"?
( ominous theme swells)
(indistinct chatter
on police radio)
COP: Yes, sir, 6 a.m.
Just finishing up my rounds
when I came across
him lying there.
At first, I thought it
was Mr. Cunningham,
till I got a closer look.
Mr. Cunningham, he's the owner?
Yeah. Comes down here
almost every weekend.
But that fellow, the dead man,
never seen him before,
and I've been on this
job more than five years.
Were any of the boat
owners down here
at the time you found the body?
Several, but they didn't
know who it was, either.
May I have their names?
McGARRETT (on radio): McGarrett
to Williams. McGarrett to Williams.
Yeah, Steve.
Another postcard
just came in, Danno.
You got a man in his mid-60s
bludgeoned to death
at the yacht club?
I'm afraid so. Benjamin
Warfield, right?
Right. Any ID?
He's still a John Doe.
But we've got more
people to question.
Have Che take a set of prints
off him right away, Danno.
There's something
wrong this time.
There's something wrong.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Something there you want?
Yeah. I wanted to
look at some beads.
Oh, sure.
Hi. May I help you?
Yeah. I want to buy a
scarf for my girlfriend.
Any special kind?
Yeah, multicolored.
Is this what you had in mind?
Exactly what I had in mind.
Steve. McGARRETT: Hey, Danno.
Got a positive ID On
victim number four.
His name's Harold Beacham.
He lived over on
Moheli-eli Street.
Owned a used bookstore nearby.
That's a long way
from the yacht harbor.
Yeah, in more ways than one.
Beacham, huh?
All right, let's run it down.
In the first three cases,
the victims were selected
on the basis of how closely
they fit the historical cases,
but in this case,
our killer selected a used
bookstore owner from Moheli-eli.
Why? Why?
Why run the risk and the trouble
of killing Beacham,
moving his body, dressing
it in yachting clothes,
when he could have killed any
one of a number of boat owners
who were already at the marina?
Now here's something
else, very interesting.
"Remember
Mr. Benjamin Warfield."
"Mister." That's the
first and only time
he referred to a
previous victim that way
and it appears that he
had trouble writing it.
Maybe he had a personal motive.
Yeah. That's what
I'm getting at, Danno.
Maybe. Maybe.
Now, Beacham was an older man.
Maybe he was one of
those authority figures
that Dr. Patrick mentioned.
It's worth a try. Let's
take a crack at it.
(gentle piano music playing)
(turns off)
(bell rings)
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
Miss...? Young, Sheila Young.
You work here, Miss Young?
Yes, but if it's something
about the store,
you'll have to talk
with Mr. Beacham.
He should be here by now.
I see.
Miss Young,
Mr. Beacham was murdered
about 10:00 last night. Wow.
When was the last time
you saw Mr. Beacham?
Late yesterday afternoon.
I left at exactly 5:00
and he was still here.
Had you known him long?
No, I just started working here.
But listen, this could
have something to do
with what happened yesterday.
A guy came in here,
a guy named Eddie.
He was acting...
He acted real mad
and upset Mr. Beacham
for the rest of the day.
Oh? What was it
about, do you know?
Mr. Beacham fired
him a few days ago.
He was acting so weird,
like he couldn't accept it.
Mr. Beacham offered
him some money,
and he just ran out, real mad.
He fired him? Yeah.
This Eddie, do you
know his full name?
Uh... Eddie... Josephs.
Eddie Josephs.
I don't know where
he lives, though.
Well, if he worked here, his
address must be someplace.
Do you mind if we look? No.
Thank you. Danno.
( swing theme playing)
MAN: Beat it!
Five-0. Open up.
Five-0. Open up.
Check it, Danno.
Steve.
Blueprints.
Remington, Fortuna,
Tanaka, Warfield.
Yeah.
Wait a minute.
Call Chin.
Find out what crime was
featured in this issue and where.
Got an appointment?
No, but look, look.
Here, you can
have all of this. Hm?
Take it.
Put this on.
What's this?
A scarf.
Please?
Okay.
( tense theme playing)
Get the back!
Five-0, open up!
Take him off.
You bastard!
Okay, now, Eddie.
Get up, Eddie.
All right, Eddie. Hold it.
M-Mr. McGarrett.
It's all over, Eddie boy.
Over?
Oh, no. No. That means you win.
You can't win!
( dramatic theme swells)
( Hawaii Five-0 theme playing)