Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 7, Episode 8 - The Two-Faced Corpse - full transcript

( ominous theme playing)

This is Jack Lord inviting
you to be with us next for...

"Two-Faced Corpse."

That's him, all right.
Howard Crystal.

McGARRETT: How about Mr. Crystal

before he came to the islands?

Haven't the foggiest.
Can you believe it?

McGARRETT: How did you happen
to hook up with Howard Crystal?

Any time a man hands me a
negotiable check for $40,000,

he's buying himself a lot
of instant credibility with me.

Howard Crystal was
a retread. A retread?



He had a nose job,
that's common enough.

But there was a bone graft to
change the shape of the jaw,

deep sanding of the skin,

very extensive hair implants.

There was a partial lift
on one side of his face.

Very unusual.

McGARRETT: Julio Bocher.

Budding halfback
and syndicate informer.

Was Howard Crystal Julio
Bocher? That is the question.

Next: "Two-Faced Corpse."

Be here, aloha.

( upbeat surf theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

The property's on a
slope of Diamond Head.



Runs... Let's see.

On this side of the dirt road.

Pull up here.

It's a great chunk.

But you're talking about
tying up a lot of cash.

Once it's re-zoned,
sure, but I don't know.

The Carpenter place comes
right down to this point here.

See, I wanna consider
the people in this community

who'd fight it.

Hey, Julio.

( ominous theme playing) (thud)

(sirens wailing)

Eighty-seven dollars in cash.
Credit cards. Driver's license.

You're sure you
made a positive ID?

Oh, yeah. That's him, all right.

Howard Crystal.

Have you had time
to run him down?

Just that he was a
successful businessman.

Island Thrifty stores.

Who found the body?

That little fella.

The one in the light-blue shirt.

Estimated time of death?

NICK: You want my guess? Try us.

Three, maybe four
hours when we got here.

Body temperature warm.

Do you think it's a hit?

It's got that execution stamp.

Yeah. Weapon, the
rope, the way he was tied.

It's the whole syndicate bit.

I thought Steve would
wanna check it out.

Yeah, he sure will. Yeah.

( suspenseful theme playing)

DANNO: He was Mr. Clean himself.

McGARRETT: For the
last five years, anyway.

Jenny, you take
it, will you, please?

Chin, what about
Crystal's business?

We just did a
quick check, Steve.

He was a partner in the
Island Thrifty retail stores.

It's a wheeler-dealer
outfit, isn't it?

Import items, job lots.

Yeah, but the IRS and Customs

ran a check on them a year
ago, and they came out straight.

Well, doesn't look
too promising, does it?

Danno, push for everything
you can get from the mainland.

Let's dig up every nitpicking
fact we can on Howard Crystal.

Right.

Che, what do you got?

Blank, Steve. No prints,
no tire impressions.

We're reasonably certain
the homicide took place

where the body was
discovered, if that's any help.

What about the murder weapon?

It's a cheap foreign revolver.

Serial number's been filed off,
and the silencer is homemade.

Well, that's a big help.

It's slick and
very professional.

Has his wife been notified?
DANNO: Nick covered that.

And I talked to his business
partner, Jack Houston.

This stuff clear for the press?

No, no. No, don't release
it. I'll talk to the widow.

Chin, you and Ben
check with Abe Kemper.

If the syndicate has any
interest in Howard Crystal,

that old hood will know.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah, Jenny?
JENNY: Paul Hamilton.

Chin. Che.

How's it, Paul? Easy, Ben.

If you're in trouble, Steve,
I know a cheap lawyer.

McGARRETT: Cheap?
How about good?

(chuckles)

How you been, Paul? Busy.

Walk me to my car, will
you? We're running late.

I'd like to catch you sometime
when you're not on the run.

Okay, let's have lunch, anytime.

Something we can do
for you at Five-0, Paul?

Well, uh, yeah.

You're looking into a homicide,

a character named
Howard Crystal.

We'd like you to
work through us.

Sure. If it's
federal jurisdiction,

you put it through
channels, sure.

I'd rather not do that, Steve.

National security? Where
have I heard that before?

Come on. No, it's
nothing like that.

It just could tie in with
something we've been working on.

Just put it in our hands,

and you'll come out
smelling like a rose.

And we'll really do a job.

And we locals at
Five-0 won't, huh?

I didn't mean that, Steve.

No way, Paul. No way, unless
you put it through channels

and do it right. McGarrett.

I have great respect
for the locals, Steve.

Good. Good. It's reciprocal,

because I have great
respect for the bureau.

What we should do every
so often is have lunch.

( mellow theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

I'd like to see Mrs.
Crystal, please.

Come with me, please.

If you'll wait here, sir.

Two weeks into the honeymoon.

Sorry, Mrs. Crystal. I
know the timing is bad.

I need a few answers.

I understand, Mr. McGarrett.

You are...?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, McGarrett.

About an hour ago, I found
myself forcing the tears,

trying to cry. Would
you believe it?

I guess I don't really
realize Howard's dead.

I don't accept it.

Come by Friday.
Watch me go to pieces.

I guess it happens
that way sometimes.

Can you handle this now?

Sure, sure. I'm very together.

What would you like to
know? Would you like a drink?

No, thanks. You
don't mind if I do?

No. No, no, please.

I'm not much for booze.

Howard always said
after the second drink,

I got less sexy and more verbal
than any woman he ever knew.

Maybe today I'll have a double.

What would you like to know?

Personal things? Gossipy items?

How about a shameful detail
or two? Something like that?

How about Mr. Crystal
before he came to the islands?

Haven't the foggiest.

Well, he'd only been
in Hawaii for five years.

I know. I met him
three years ago.

We went together, split up,

went back together.
You know how it is.

Marriage time.

And no visits from old friends?

No reminiscences?
No hometown talk?

Wild, isn't it?

Yeah.

You sure you don't want a drink?

No. Never use it. Thank you.

Howard was a nut.

Come on, I'll show you.

Look around. Make
yourself at home.

If you have any questions,
I'll be at the bar, trying.

Thank you.

Can't do it. Never could. I
get sick before I get drunk.

I guess I'm afraid to
abandon my control.

How about you?

You over-controlled?

Yeah. Yeah, most of the time.

Yeah.

Listen, I wasn't gonna tell
you this, but who knows?

Maybe it'll help.

There was nothing between
Howard and me for almost a year.

He just wasn't interested.

I figured maybe it
was another lady,

or maybe a couple
of other ladies.

Flat out accused him.

Called him a lot of nasty
names. I'm not always shy.

He denied it. Said he
was going through a stage,

and a lot of other excuses.

You know how that is?

I've heard.

He wouldn't give me a divorce.

Gave me everything else.

All the bonuses and
none of the bother.

Now, some women
would think that's super,

but I'm not that kind of lady.

Does any of this help?

Yeah. Yeah, it might.

Look, this is mean of me,

but if you find out he was
mixed up with some young chick,

I mean, don't tell me
her name or anything.

I'd just like to know,
to punish myself.

We'll try to keep you
posted. May I take these?

Sure. Anything else?

Recent picture.

Howard Crystal, still life. Hmm.

Speaking of pictures,

Howard and I had
only one real fight.

I used to see him, now and
then, looking at this nutty picture.

It was of an old football team.
Two rows of those grubby losers.

Anyway,

I wanted to get him something
special for his birthday.

So I snuck that old
picture out of his desk,

had it blown up about
yay big, tinted and framed.

When he saw it, wow,

pure rage. Went right
through the ceiling.

I've never seen anyone
so mad. It was kind of neat.

What happened to the
picture? He stomped on it,

tore it up, and threw
it into the fireplace.

The original too?

Mm-hm. Couple weeks later,

I asked him what was so
important about that picture.

He laughed, patted
me on the behind,

said it was just
one of his fantasies.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Crystal.
I'll see that you get this back.

( suspenseful theme playing)

If you dig wild animals,
you're gonna love this act.

I don't wanna talk to no punks.

(dog barking)

Get rid of it.

All right, Abe. Quit clowning.

Steve wanted us to
touch base with you.

Then you tell him
to fall by in person.

I don't deal with
the second team.

No big deal, Abe.
All he wants to know...

It's a lack of respect!

He thinks I'm some damn
nobody. He don't have to talk to me.

I don't have to talk to him.

Abe, come on, it's no big thing.

I talk to the top man.

I always talk to the top
man, you understand?

You talked to me when you
wanted to arrange a stadium pass.

Of course. You
arrange those things.

Abe, one question.

Give it to McGarrett.

Abe, come on. Get out of here.

Get off my property.

(dog growling)

Sic them. Sic them. Sic them.

Sic them. Sic them. Sic them.

Sic them. Sic them.

(dog barking, growling)

MAN: Howard and I were
more than partners, McGarrett.

We were good buddies too.

When I came here
from the mainland,

I thought I was getting
away from all of this.

Sit down. Thank you.

How did you happen to
hook up with Howard Crystal?

He bought in.

I had a little
nickel-and-dime thing going,

and Howard saw the potential.
He had a lot of good ideas.

Forty-thousand dollars cash.

That was when? Five
years ago? Five years ago.

Sat down and wrote
me out a check.

Did you get a
rundown on him first?

A credit reference? Anything?

No, not really. I'll tell you,

anytime a man hands me a
negotiable check for $40,000,

he's buying himself a lot
of instant credibility with me.

If he trusts me, I'll trust him.

Then you know nothing
about his background?

Not really. Howard built

kind of like a little wall of
pleasantness around himself.

He was a very private
guy. I can dig that.

He was a pretty good jock.
And the way he operated,

I figured he'd been a
real tough kid. That's it.

How's the business
faring? Pretty good.

Every once in a while, I
have a little cash-flow problem,

but that's the name of
this game. We're okay.

We may wanna check back
with you, Mr. Houston. Thank you.

Anytime. I'll be here.

So, Mr. McGarrett,
if it'll help, I'd...

Well, this isn't just
a grandstand play,

but I'd like to post
a $10,000 reward.

Might help.

We got a deal.

Say, how's...

How's Mrs. Crystal
taking all this?

It's hard to say. I
don't know the lady.

Yeah.

I talked to her on the phone.
She seemed pretty shaky.

Yeah, it's tough.

That was one of the few
really good marriages around.

Thank you.

Steve wants the lab
to check those out.

They're from Howard
Crystal's private collection.

Was he on something?
He was a muscle builder.

You know, body
beautiful, big pecs.

That can become addictive.

Steve needs
everything you can get.

Scars, vaccinations, everything.

He's got it.

(phone ringing)

DANNO: I'll get it.
McGARRETT: Where's Jenny?

It's after 8, Steve.

Hawaii Five-0.

Yes, sir. Steve? Governor.

McGarrett.

Yes, sir? Oh, fine.

Yeah, the Howard Crystal case?

The attorney general's office
called me from Washington.

If I understand correctly,

it's more a question
of confidentiality

than jurisdiction.

You would simply
report to the bureau

and to Paul Hamilton personally.

Do I read you right,
governor? Is that an order?

No.

No, Steve, I am
not ordering you,

and I want you to use
your own best judgment.

Well, I think it's a dangerous
precedent, governor.

If Hamilton wants the case,

he has to make it
part of the record.

Now, I told him that. It's
always been the procedure.

Sounds reasonable to me.

Look, Steve, it's your
baby. Do it your way.

Thank you, sir.

Pressure?

The Crystal case? Yeah.

The bureau is putting the
heat on through Washington.

I wonder why.

What's their beef? I don't know,

but I'm gonna find out.

You wanna see a mess?
And there's more in the garage.

( mysterious theme playing)

Is there anything that predates
his coming to the islands?

Well, not so far,
but I have to tell you,

I don't know what I'm reading.

This was attached to the
bill from Hana Photoprint.

When they made a blowup
of the football picture,

they made a copy negative.
I hope it's important.

( dramatic theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

DANNO: This is Howard Crystal.

I sure can't find
him in this picture.

CHIN: Looks like it was
taken back in Ben's day.

Oldie, but goody. (chuckles)

Check the picture out

with a couple of the
sporting-good houses.

Based on the equipment,

maybe they can
fix the year. Right.

McGARRETT: Anything on
Crystal locally or from the mainland?

CHIN: Oh, just a clean bill.
No arrests. Nothing really.

DANNO: Take a look at the
corner of this picture. It's been cut off.

Probably on the original.

Could be the
photographer's name.

Yeah, could be.

CHIN: Maybe Mr. Crystal
didn't want it traced.

You notice their
ages? A mixed bag.

They're such a mangy lot.

They couldn't be anything
but a small-time, semipro club.

I played some right after Korea.

Six dollars a game,
pay your own doctor bills.

Murder.

Ben, check with Professor
Lafferty at the university.

The trees and the
foliage look like mainland.

You mean pin down
the geographical area?

Yeah. And, Danno,

when you get the approximate
year and the locale,

pull a list of all the semipro
clubs from the sports annual.

Right.

( suspenseful theme playing)

I thought you might want
to see this for yourself.

Have you told him?
I was waiting for you.

Howard Crystal was a retread.

A retread?

That's what I
wanted to tell you.

Tell me. Well,

he had a nose job.
That's common enough.

But there was a bone graft

to change the shape of the jaw.

Deep sanding of the skin.
Very extensive hair implants.

There was a partial lift
on one side of his face.

Very unusual.

Steve, do you know
about anabolic steroids?

No. Oh, weightlifters,

sometimes football
players, take them.

It's not the greatest
idea in the world.

They can affect your sex life.

But to put on extra bulk,
say, 40 or 60 pounds,

it's one way to go.

Steroids were originally
developed to fatten cattle.

How long ago do you
think he started on them?

Well, a long time.

Five years? At least that.

Any other marks
or scars or tattoos?

CHE: Left bilateral meniscus.

Cartilage in the knee.

That's the common
football player's complaint.

And this.

Indication of dye
in the lymph glands.

Don't see that often.

And what does that mean?

A residual coloring
matter in the lymph gland:

that's a positive indication
that, at one time or another,

Mr. Crystal had been tattooed.

( suspenseful theme playing)

This goes to Washington.
One to NCIC and NAPL.

Mark "urgent, rush."

Steve wants an ID on this
man as fast as he can get it.

Julio Bocher, budding
halfback and syndicate informer.

What do you know?

CHIN: We got a quick
feedback on that blowup.

DANNO: If I was a
syndicate informer,

I'd wanna be very
quick in the open field.

CHIN: That's got to be why
Paul Hamilton's so interested.

Was Howard Crystal Julio
Bocher? That is the question.

You know what
shakes that, Steve?

What? The prints.

We pulled them
right off the corpse.

Mainland says they
belong to Howard Crystal.

No mention of Julio Bocher.

Yeah, but we
still have to figure

that Bocher and
Crystal were connected.

With the steroids, the surgery
and the professional hit,

I would like to work
with the assumption

that they were one guy.

DANNO: Okay, Steve, but
you gotta admit one thing:

Nobody could look
at Howard Crystal

and figure he was Julio Bocher.

Not their pictures.

McGARRETT: But isn't
that the way it should be?

If Julio Bocher lived as
Howard Crystal for seven years

after he informed on
the syndicate buddy,

his... His cover would
have to be perfect.

Yeah, it explains the hit.

See if you can run down
Paul Hamilton for me.

I want to try something.

I think I'll go and
see Abe Kemper.

Well, you better take
your dog repellent.

Sure, sure, that's
how you figure.

Anything is wrong,
I must've done it.

Who sunk the Titanic?

Who stole the Mona Lisa?

Abe Kemper and the syndicate.

Abe, I didn't say anything
about a syndicate.

Sure, sure. You know
there's a rock group

called The Syndicate?

Oh, come on.
You're putting me on.

No. They're on Marathon Records.

First they called themselves
Darrell and the Syndicate.

Now they're just
called The Syndicate.

What's the matter?
You're on the carpet?

Did I say anything about
being on the carpet?

McGarrett, a dude like you,

you suffer from
terminal honesty.

I can dig it. I can.
It's a little stupid.

But different strokes
for different folks.

Abe, what about Julio Bocher?

Never heard of him.

I know where Julio Bocher is,

and if any of your
folks are interested,

I can arrange a meeting.

Why? I have my reasons, okay?

Trust me. Sure, sure, okay.

Get the people together.
I'm a marriage broker.

I'll leave the pictures, Abe.

Come by some Monday
afternoon, McGarrett,

watch the game, okay?

I'll spring for the beer.
There's always a vacant seat.

You know what I mean? Hmm?

( upbeat theme playing)

(tires screeching)

Why didn't you tell me

that Howard Crystal
was Julio Bocher?

We didn't even let
him tell his own wife.

All right, Paul.

All right. The bureau
gave Bocher a new identity.

Now, I can buy
that. A deal is a deal.

But when he's dumped on
the side of Diamond Head,

why all the games, huh?

That's homicide
on a local level.

It was not just a
homicide, Steve.

What was it? Security.

Somebody busted his cover.

That means there
could be a serious leak,

and it could be right
in my own office.

Now, how do you
think that's gonna look?

Oh, come on, brother.
I warned you, Steve.

I offered. You
should've let us handle it.

Why? Because you're super-fuzz,

and we're supposed
to content ourselves

with the chicken fights
and illegal parking?

Why is everybody
so damn paranoid?

All right, Paul, let me
leave you with one thought.

Without any cooperation,

Five-0 cracked Howard Crystal's
cover in less than four days

and came up with Julio Bocher.

And I can guarantee you

that it had nothing to do
with a leak in your security.

Well, I am impressed.

That's brilliant police work.
And as soon as you have time,

I want a complete written report

on just how you
put it all together.

I'll get you a personal
commendation

signed by the chief.

Paul, just so we don't
step on each other's toes,

why don't we have
lunch once a month?

Just you and me. Okay, brah?

( heroic theme playing)

(phone ringing)

JENNY: Hawaii Five-0.

One moment, please.

Abe Kemper for you.

McGarrett.

Yes, Abe?

Well, what do you know?

Yeah, I'll be in touch.

Yeah, you can bet. Thank you.

That was Abe Kemper. A
friend of a friend, says Abe,

would like to meet Julio Bocher.

Abe doesn't know Bocher's dead?

No, and neither do his friends.

Well, if they don't
know Bocher's dead,

then their syndicate
didn't stomp him.

That's what I'm thinking. So
it's a whole new ball game.

( ominous theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

You checked out
everyone at the funeral?

Twenty-nine of them,
including the priest. Big zero.

Danno, show them
what we have so far.

Well, these turned out
to be the Utica Grizzlies,

semipro team from
upstate New York.

This picture was
made 15 years ago

by a photographer
named George Simon.

A little more than a year ago,

someone sent Simon
a copy of this picture

asking for the
names of the players.

He remembers the
inquiry came from Hawaii.

Julio Bocher's name is
listed on the original roster.

That's him.

We have to figure
some shrewd character

ran the picture down
step by step, just as we did.

But, Steve, someone
else has to figure

Julio Bocher and Howard
Crystal the same dude.

That's too big a jump if
you're not sitting where we are.

Yeah, that bothered
me too, Chin.

But suppose... (
snapping fingers)

Just suppose that you suspected

Crystal had something to hide,

that he might be one
of the guys on this team.

By using a magnifying glass,
you can eliminate all but four

just by comparing
height and build.

And of the four, one of them
turns out to be Julio Bocher,

vanished syndicate informer.

Once you have the name, you
can get Bocher's picture and story

from the newspaper
account of the trial.

A shrewd operator could
put the whole thing together

with nothing but that picture.

Yeah. That's the
way we gotta figure it.

Now, what about Houston?

BEN: Houston swings pretty good.

He's been with a different
chick the last three nights,

all of them very foxy.

He's not playing
the bereaved friend.

Some people just
know how to forget.

Hmm.

Okay, let's stick with
Houston and Mrs. Crystal now.

They're the ones most likely

to have stumbled
upon the double identity.

By the way, if there's a will,
I'd like to have a look at it.

I can pick it up. All
right. Round the clock

on Mrs. Crystal and
Jack Houston, gentlemen.

( suspenseful theme playing)

This guy should've
been a cab driver.

Don't tighten down on
him too much, Danno.

I get competitive.

We've been on him ten minutes,

and I can quote
you seven violations.

Two more, and he'd serve
less time for homicide.

(chuckles)

There's the lady.

(engine starts)

He's doing it. Let's roll.

Think it's a Bernie cab.
Think the last number was 415.

Hey, neat. We
get to go shopping.

Just keep your eyes on the lady.

I can't keep them off her.

Great stride.

I can tighten down.

No, no. He's
already got the cutes.

Get a list of the occupants.
I'll go around back.

( ominous theme playing)

You're right, Steve.
What can I say?

McGARRETT: How
did it happen? I blew it.

Go back and cover
her house. Okay.

Take Nick. Right.

Are you sure she
didn't spot you?

No, believe me. She
didn't pick up on the tail.

It was just one of those things.

Okay, then forget it. Forget it.

DANNO: But, Paul,
Steve drew you a picture.

PAUL: All right, it's
possible, I admit it. Okay?

But in my personal opinion,
it is far-fetched. Is that fair?

Seems simple enough to
me. Paul, Ben, Ben, cool it.

How would his wife recognize
him from that old football picture?

Now, Howard Crystal was sharper
than either his wife or Houston.

And tougher. And what
have you got for evidence?

Adultery? Man, to these
people, that is a status symbol.

Okay, okay, Paul.

You've got a point
there, but hear me out.

I wanna pursue this as if
Carla and Jack Houston

did indeed make the connection

between Howard
Crystal and Julio...

What the hell was his name?

Bocher. Bocher.

Okay? All right. Sure.

Sure, we're in this
together, but let's move on it.

It still doesn't rule
out a security leak.

All right, let's agree.
Have you seen the will?

No. Here.

Thanks.

Carla Crystal is the
sole heir and beneficiary

to all property and insurance.

He wouldn't give her a
divorce. You know that.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

McGARRETT: And in
addition to a policy on his wife,

Howard Crystal
had a sizable policy

made out to his friend
Jack Houston. How come?

Bocher insisted on the policy.

It was part of
the original deal.

The government pays
off the insurance company,

and it's all hush-hush.
What about Jack Houston?

Through their company,
they purchased a policy

which gives the
surviving partner

the face value of the insurance.

Syndicate informer's federal
welfare and insurance plan, huh?

(tapping on desk)

Once Houston or Carla,
the two of them together,

got the whole story,
they must've really figured

they stumbled onto
the perfect crime.

They stomp out Howard Crystal.

They make it
look like a pro hit.

They collect the
insurance. Kind of neat.

McGARRETT: Yeah,
but it gets neater.

Now, to keep us off their backs,

they spoon-feed us the
evidence, an item at a time,

to make it look
like a syndicate hit,

and to lead to the real
identity of Howard Crystal.

Well, that's really
shrewd, fellas.

Take tomorrow off.

You've got it all figured out,

and there isn't 6
cents' worth of evidence

to prove one damn thing.

It's theory time, right?

Good night.

(exhales)

He's right, you
know. It is all theory.

And we can't get a
conviction on theory.

We've got to have the facts.
Now, how do we get them?

Let's call it a night, shall we?

( suspenseful theme playing)

Excuse me. Steve,
where are you going?

I've been trying to get
him here for three months,

and now he takes off
when I'm beating him.

It's McGarrett. Patch me
through to Dan Williams.

MAN: Ten-four. You win, Frank.

I'll get even with
you next time.

DANNO: Yeah, Steve?

Danno, got an idea.
Meet me at the office.

Okay, you have the
picture of Bocher, right?

Right. Now, let's suppose

that you're looking for him.
You know just one thing:

that he had himself redone.

The whole plastic bit. Nose
job, chin maybe, hair implants.

You with me? Yep.

Now, you get a tip that your man

is one of these two.

Now, whom would you pick?

It's a tossup.

Either one could've
had the bodywork done.

Bang! That's exactly what
hit me on that golf course.

Houston is practically
the same height,

and he has the
same general build

that Julio had before
the anabolic steroids.

What you're saying is that if
Julio can become Howard Crystal,

Julio can become Jack Houston.

Why not? Yeah.

You've got something
on your mind.

Yeah, and it just might work.

It's crazy, but it
just might work.

Remember H.P.D. had
two great undercover agents

working with us on that
traveler's-check job last year?

I think one of them was Luisi.

The other was
Feders. I know him.

See if you can have
them assigned to us

for, say, four or five days.

Right.

We'll spoon-feed
a little information

back to Mrs. Crystal
and Jack Houston.

( suspenseful theme playing)

MRS. CRYSTAL: Well,
what is this all about?

McGARRETT: Well, so
far as we know, Mrs. Crystal,

you're not in any
immediate danger.

We're fairly certain of
that. Am I right, Paul?

Do you recognize
either of these men?

I don't know these people.

You don't think that they
might have come into the house,

say, as, oh, an inspector of
some sort, or an exterminator?

Meter inspector?

Never saw either one of them.

Maybe we should get to this.

Are either of you aware
that your Mr. Howard Crystal

had an entirely
different identity?

Oh, come on.

Howard and I held insurance
policies on each other.

He checked out just fine.

There's an explanation
for the insurance.

The truth is that from his birth

until his release from
the federal penitentiary

exactly nine years ago,

Mr. Howard Crystal
used his real name,

Julio Bocher.

PAUL: He was a hood,

an established member of
a loosely knit organization

or brotherhood we
sometimes call the syndicate.

Howard?

Come on, you're kidding.

Howard was the most cautious,

unemotional, unexciting...

Howard the weightlifter?

He was just like anyone
else. He was a sweet guy.

Mr. Bocher gave the
bureau invaluable information.

In exchange, we provided
him a whole new identity

from the cradle to the grave.

Let me come back
to these two men.

This man is Francis Martin,

also known as Frank Morris.

This man is Todd Jelke,

sometimes called
Jellyroll or J.R.

PAUL: We don't want to
alarm you unduly, but these men

are known professional killers.

But it's over and done.

What would they
want with me or Jack?

McGARRETT: That's a
good question, Mrs. Crystal.

Frankly, we're a bit puzzled.

So far as we know,
they're still in the islands.

At least they haven't left
by any conventional means.

Now, if either or both
of them approach you,

may I suggest that
you do as they ask?

Cooperate with them.

And then, when it's safe,

you can call me or the bureau.

Mr. McGarrett, may I say

you've done a thorough
job of scaring me to death?

I'm sorry.

Maybe we should
provide them protection.

Oh, come on, they've gotta be
in Peoria or Marrakesh by now.

I mean, they must've
been paid for killing Howard.

One hundred thousand dollars.

A hundred thousand?

You can't be serious.

It's what's called
an open contract.

You kill him, prove
you hit the right man,

and you can pick up your money.

The people who put up
the money are good for it.

I'm numb. I really am.

It has to be a shocker.

While we're staying on the
case, we'll be in touch with you.

All of you. MRS.
CRYSTAL: Thank you.

I was wrong, Steve. Dead
wrong. They're up to their armpits.

I hope you can prove it.

We'll prove it. We'll prove it.

(soft music playing on radio
) Fix me a drink, will you?

MRS. CRYSTAL: Okay. You pleased?

Precaution, baby.
It's not over yet.

(music stops)

But how about a comfortable
lead going into the last quarter?

What about the two hoods?

It's possible.

They could be fishing
too. McGarrett's cute.

Yeah. What are
we supposed to do?

Collect the 100,000
on the open contract?

Oh, that's good. That's
good. I hadn't thought of that.

Maybe we're supposed to get
greedy now, huh? Real corny.

You know what hit me?

Maybe if we had
waited one more week...

Somebody would've
done it for us?

Oh, come on, Carla. We've
been over that a hundred times.

We could never have been
sure who we're in business with.

The chances of blackmail
are... I know, I know.

But it would've been nicer if
someone had done it for us.

All right?

All right, it
would've been nicer.

Thank you. You better go.

You think so?

Oh, definitely. We
have to keep cool.

Maybe we ought to shake hands

for the benefit of
the hidden cameras.

Why not?

Nice doing business with you.

Likewise. Talk to you tomorrow.

Okay.

(groovy music
playing over radio)

( energetic theme playing)

(bell ringing)

(tires screech, bell rings)

Waiter, I'll have another...

gimlet.

( ominous theme playing)

And she didn't
say anything, Paul?

Fine. I'll check with you later.

Did Hamilton talk
to Mrs. Crystal?

Yeah, called about 5:00.
She didn't mention a thing.

Luisi and Feders
checked in at 3:00 today.

They guarantee they've been
spotted at least four times.

Luisi says Houston
is beginning to panic.

Well, don't let our boys
get overeager, Danno.

Oh, no. They're... They're good.

We're right behind
them, Steve. Every step.

Good. Let's keep it that way.

( action theme playing)

They're parked down the
street again. It's the same car.

I'm calling McGarrett.
No. Not yet.

Carla, look, I
don't wanna panic.

I'm not panicking.

Look, I just wanna think
it over for a minute, okay?

What's to think over?

Play it like a square,
honest citizen.

That has to be the
way. Oh, yeah, sure.

And what if they're witnesses?

I mean, what if they
saw the whole thing?

Suppose they were
tracking Howard at the time.

That's ridiculous.
You'd have known.

They're visible enough.

Yeah, they are now.

Look, I'm just
gonna go down there,

and I'm gonna find out
exactly what it is they want.

I'm calling McGarrett.

Carla, I'm telling you,
stay off the phone!

What have I gotta do,
pull it out of the wall?

All right, all right, cool it.

Now, look,

if those guys out there
are looking for Howard,

we can tell them
exactly where he is.

If they're McGarrett's people,
they're not about to hurt us.

And if they're looking for me,
I'm gonna find out right now.

Why don't you just, for
once, forget the macho?

(door slams)

McGarrett, Houston's
coming onto us. All smiles. Out.

Danno, move down to the
fork of Kahala and Huniki.

DANNO: Kahala
and Huniki. Ten-four.

Hey, man. What's happening?

Put your hands on the
car so I can see them.

Look, what is this?

You guys have been following
me. Are you...? Are you cops?

You're tight with the fuzz.
Why would they follow you?

I don't know. Back
taxes maybe. Can't say.

But I know you guys
have been on my tail.

Never forget a face.

Yeah? That's real good.

Yeah, it'll all
come back to you.

Am I supposed to know you?

Him, not me.

We played ball together.

Me? Sorry, buddy,
you got the wrong guy.

Oh, I've changed
some since then.

Got a little help from Doc Cabe.

New nose, rebuilt
the cheekbones.

You remember the doc.

Sorry, buddy.

You got your wires crossed.
I don't know any Dr. Cabe.

Julio, who are you kidding?

Julio? It's me,

Salvatore. Don't
try to front me off.

You wanna go back to the house?

( ominous theme playing)

Look, man, you
guys got it all wrong.

You think I'm Julio Bocher?

Then you're making a
mistake. I'm not Julio.

And check with the
police. Ask his wife.

Kind of garbled.

We had the equipment checked
out with Communications.

They must be moving
toward the house.

The insurance was just
part of the deal, that's all.

Hey, man.

You played one great
game for us, I'll give you that.

Two touchdowns,
three interceptions.

He went both ways.

That was against
Cooperstown, right, Julio?

Look, man, I'm telling you,

Julio is dead! Jack, honey.

Well, I ought to know he's dead.

I killed him! Jack, please.

Look, we both knew he was Julio.

Jack, they must be police.
They can't have weapons.

They can't entrap
us. Don't you see?

It's all over, lady.
We have it on tape.

Hold it.

( tense theme playing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

Houston just shot Jelke.
He came out this way.

Chin, check the beach.
Danno, get the service alley.

Ben, cover the street.

Get back and
help Jelke. Let's go.

Houston, throw down your weapon

and come out with your
hands on your head!

Houston, one shot
over your head,

one time.

Okay, McGarrett! Okay!

Lean against the wall.

All right. Let's go.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Luisi.

( heroic theme playing)

Hey, Steve, how is it?

Oh, it's superficial.

I got a little crease
in the deltoid.

Well, they haven't got a leg,

and now there's assault
with intent to commit murder.

Their lawyers are gonna
scream entrapment, Paul.

You can bet on that.
What else have they got?

Nothing.

Paul?

Thanks for the cooperation.

Sure.

You know, what
we ought to do is,

every now and then, have lunch.

( upbeat surf theme playing)