Badge. Seventeenth century.
Doctor!
- I think we found something. - Good.
Hey, Tom. Tom, come on.
Looks like an 'aumakua.
What do you think, doctor?
Very curious.
Usually stands guard over something.
I think here, doctor.
That's it.
There's your find, Miss Prentiss.
It was the burial crypt of a Polynesian village
settled on these shores sometime before the 16th century.
Our radio-dating processing shows the bones on these skeletons
to be at least 400 years old.
That is, except two.
We call them John and Mary.
Babes in the woods compared to the others.
They've only been dead nine or ten years.
A curious fact, each one shows osteal damage.
Bone splintering used by a foreign small object.
- A bullet? - That's your department, Steve.
We ll it death by induced traumatic insult.
We call it murder.
A double shooting, Steve. No question about it.
You can see where the bone is chipped.
Apparently they were both shot in the chest.
Dunno, I want the missing-persons records searched
for two people who vanished about ten years ago.
A man and a woman. Age of man, approximately 40.
Nothing on the woman, Steve, but we have an idea about the man.
A fellow named Anton Parker disappeared about ten years ago.
Never turned up.
He worked as top man for a big industrialist,
name of Mondrago.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
Mr. Mondragds expecting me.
Wait.
Do you like my picture?
That was more than 20 years ago.
Have I changed much?
Go.
You're a lucky man. I don't, as a rule, grant interviews.
Well, I never beg for one, Mr. Mondrago.
When people won't talk with me,
I have them subpoenaed before the grand jury.
The meeting starts well, McGarrett.
I like a man who stands up to me.
Sit down.
But keep standing up to me, won't you?
Did Parker stand up to you?
Parker?
Yes.
A remarkable man.
He was like a son to me, but a son not afraid to speak his mind.
Excuse me. Yes?
You are to meet the board on the 5th.
I'll arrive on the 6th for a briefing before the vote is taken.
And I'll want full details, not digests.
That's what I said.
Parker would have handled that for me.
Today I have no one.
Ten years.
To think that a man could vanish so completely.
He may have been found.
Parker? He's alive?
Dead, if our identification is correct.
No.
We have a pair of skeletons,
a man and a woman shot to death about ten years ago.
We think the man was Parker.
But how can you tell?
Can't be sure, but everything fits so far,
the age, the height, the weight, the date of death.
Parker was a pilot in World War ll.
Yes, I know.
We've contacted the VA for his medical and dental records.
That way, we can make a positive identification.
What about the woman?
We thought maybe you had some ideas in that area.
He loved women, many women.
And they loved him.
Well, somebody didn't.
I'm afraid I can't help you with that, McGarrett.
But I'll help in a different way.
When Parker disappeared,
I offered $25,000 for information leading to his return.
I'll pay that sum to the person who finds his killer.
Daddy?
Can I have the keys to the Mercedes?
I'll have Akea drive you in the Rolls.
I don't want to go in the Rolls.
We'll talk about this later.
McGarrett, my daughter, Sirone.
Yes, we've met, in another time.
I'm afraid I've startled Mr. MoGarrett.
You see, I wasn't lying.
That is my picture, in a sense.
My mother left it to me when she died.
How long ago was that?
Ten years.
We'll keep in touch with you, Mr. Mondrago.
Goodbye.
McGarrett.
That offer of a reward,
it also applies to police officers.
We have a policy, no rewards, no favors.
What have you got, Danno?
I just went through the complete photo and clipping file on Parker.
- The newspaper morgue? - Yeah.
Parker made quite a splash in this town.
Invited everywhere. Parties, charity affairs, luncheons.
But here's a funny thing.
Every time I looked him up in the photo index,
guess who was in the picture with him.
Mrs. Mondrago.
Any pictures of her with her husband?
Only one. Parker was in that too.
And Mrs. Mondrago was looking at him, not at her husband.
What are you thinking? Triangle?
A man stands to lose a woman like that,
he might just go off the deep end.
Yeah. Yeah.
If that's the way it happened.
What do you mean, a woman like that?
She was really something.
What a face.
Yeah, I've seen her.
That is, I saw the daughter. Looks just like the mother.
Just up from the hall of records.
Mrs. Mondragds death certificate.
Cause of death, aneurysm.
Certifying physician, Dr. Herbert C. Ventnor, Hunakai Street.
I see no need for a police investigation.
Mrs. Mondrago's death was from natural causes.
Exactly what is an aneurysm, doctor?
It's a defective artery,
sometimes near the heart or perhaps in the brain.
You can have it all your life and not be aware of it
until it actually ruptures.
And what happens then?
Massive hemorrhage.
And in such cases, there's no time for remedial measures.
May we see Mrs. Mondragds medical file?
Well, it would show you nothing, gentlemen.
As I have told you, an aneurysm strikes without warning and it's--
May we see the file, doctor?
Well, ten years...
It may not be easy to find it for you quickly.
Don't mind waiting.
Dr. Ventnor.
On the wards until about five minutes ago.
Yes, yes, I know.
That has happened.
All right.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
One less car.
Get Central Dispatch.
- Open. - What are you doing?
Stand back, please.
Stop that. You have no fight to do that.
What business do you have prizing it that way?
Come this way. What kind of a r does he drive?
A Lincoln.
- Do you know the color? - Black.
- Two- or four-door? - Four.
Do you know the license plate number?
- Central. - No.
McGarrett. All cars, red alert.
Black, four-door Lincoln, license plate unknown.
Registered to Dr. Herbert C. Ventnor. V-E-N-T-N-O-R.
Get me a readout, please.
Intercept and notify.
Computer Room to Central Dispatch.
Readout on black Lincoln sedan.
Registered to Ventnor, Herbert C., MD.
License number, 9-Charlie-3-3-2-2.
That's it. Let's go.
Car 3 to Dispatch.
We just spotted a black Lincoln limousine, license 9-Charlie-3-3-2-2.
We are pursuing.
Cars 12 and 17. Cars 12 and 17.
Proceed to corner Ebott to Diamond Head Road.
Black Lincoln heading east.
One medical file with handy metal binder.
Unfortunately, we don't have as much left of the doctor.
Anything else?
A fragment of the reservoir of the hydraulic fluid.
Bone dry.
That car had no brakes left, Steve.
Someone let the fluid out?
Either that or the r was badly neglected.
One thing we do know, though.
That big boy is definitely Parker.
The dental records check out exactly with the VA records.
Any make on the woman?
Not a clue. Her teeth are perfect.
No fillings, no caps, no dentures.
We don't have any medical records to go by.
Looks like someone made sure of that.
Of course I know Ventnor is dead. What about it?
Someone called him in his office just before the accident.
It made him very nervous.
He grabbed a file and headed mauka.
And you assume he was heading for this house?
Without cause, without proof.
The proof seems to have gone up in smoke.
Perhaps you think I destroyed that file.
Perhaps you think I murdered the man.
Was he murdered?
I think he was, murdered by an overzealous policeman
who chased him on a mountain road,
caused the poor doctor to panic.
And as for my wife,
at the risk of upsetting your hateful theory,
that was not her skeleton you found.
She was buried right here on these grounds
with more than 200 people attending her funeral.
There could've been 2,000
and they wouldn't have known what was in that coffin.
But I know. My wife was in that ooffin.
Go fight other windmills, McGarrett.
This one might break your arm.
That's been tried.
Mr. McGarrett.
Could I speak to you for a moment?
Certainly.
We Eurasian are very pushy bunch
when we want to ask personal question.
Ask.
Are you in love with my mother?
She must have been a fascinating woman.
Men look at that picture and something happens to them.
She seem to reach out through time.
You are a Capricorn, aren't you?
Yeah, and I've locked up seven fortunetellers in Waikiki.
Be careful.
Capricorn. The uphill fighter, overcomes all obstacles.
You know you've met your match?
My daddy's a Leo. He's a king.
Powerful, vain, egotistical.
But a good king.
Do you know what he has done for this island?
Oh, a little bit. Factories, sugar mills.
And a daycare center and the concert hall
and the medical clinic.
And when the tidal wave hit Molokai,
he flew hundreds of injured people at his own expense here,
saved I don't know how many lives.
I'm a Scorpio.
November 4th.
We are very complicated people.
Sort of angels and devils rolled up into one.
I think we're all a little of both, aren't we?
Not my mother, Mr. McGarrett.
She was pure angel.
Let her rest in peace, please.
Mr. Duncan?
Enter at your own risk.
If you're selling home improvements, you're wasting your time.
I thrive in squalor.
Hawaii Five-0.
Oh, dear. The establishment cracks down.
What heresies have I committed?
I don't know, but they're not in your paintings.
Your work is brilliant, Mr. Duncan.
Realistic, clear.
Well, well, well, a connoisseur in blue.
Perhaps I can sell you something.
An oil, a litho. Time payments, of course.
The only painting I'm interested in has been sold.
The nude at the Hilton bar?
The fully-clothed Mrs. Mondrago.
Well, so...
You've fallen in love with her too.
It isn't the painting, you know, though I'd like to take credit for it.
It's the woman.
She cast her spell on everyone.
Including Parker?
Let's get this straight, McGarrett?
If you've come here to tarnish her name,
you've brought your police car to the wrong garage.
Meaning yes or no?
Meaning "get lost."
The story's bound to come out, Mr. Duncan,
either through you or through Parker's friends.
He had no friends.
He was an opportunist.
He'd do anything for wealth and power.
Including seducing the boss's wife?
Listen, you.
You know, she wasn't one of your country-club broads
with a cocktail in one hand and a motel key in another.
She was...
She was something different.
Something he'd never known before
and didn't deserve.
But got?
Ten years, man.
Ten years.
The passions are cold.
The wounds are healed.
Must you draw the blood of the survivors?
For heaven's sake, man,
leave things alone.
I think you've answered my question, Mr. Dunn.
Next time, under oath.
Spoiler!
Defamer!
Centurion!
Danno, while I'm heading in, call the DA's office.
Get an exhumation order for Mrs. Mondragds grave.
Will he holler for legal grounds?
Yeah, you bet he will.
Tell him I've got a witness who n testify
that Parker and Mrs. Mondrago were having an affair.
That's motivation enough for Mondrago killing both of them.
The witness is Andrew Dunn, D-U-N-O-A-N.
Kalanianaole Highway, Niu Peninsula.
Got it.
Did you tell Mr. Duncan he'd be called upon to testify?
I did.
What happened then?
As soon as I left, his house was blown up, ravaged by fire.
And Duncan?
No trace so far.
The arson squad is still going through the rubble, piece by piece.
Another chapter in the book of dead or missing witnesses.
Mrs. Mondragds medical record and other evidence destroyed.
Objection, Your Honor.
The district attorney is leading the witness to conclusions.
It is precisely because all this evidence has been destroyed
that we've entered our motion to exhume her body
from what they claim to be her grave.
Objection sustained.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Mr. McGarrett,
you spoke of the relationship between Parker and Mrs. Mondrago
and the affair they had.
Where on Earth did you get that fact?
I never called it a fact.
It was an evaluation.
No facts, yet you ask for an exhumation.
What do you expect to find in that grave?
- I expect to find nothing. - Nothing?
An empty coffin.
Your Honor, I move that the petition be denied
on the grounds of a total lack of evidence.
Mrs. Mondrago died of an aneurysm,
certified by a physician.
That is a matter of public record.
All else is spiteful gossip and smear.
My client is the mourner of a beloved wife.
He does not deserve such treatment, Your Honor.
I find myself in complete sympathy with Mr. Mondrago
and the grief that he feels at this time.
Still, there are many unanswered questions here,
questions of life and death and possibly of crime.
I have no choice but to grant the petition to exhume.
So ordered.
You've won a round, McGarrett.
I leave you to your empty triumph.
Lady in the coffin.
Lady in the cave.
Which one, Che? Which one is the real Mrs. Mondrago?
Impossible to tell, Steve.
As you can see, they're almost identical.
Except for one thing.
The new one, the one in the coffin,
she once had a broken arm.
Healed nicely, but you can still see the fracture line on the ulna.
The other one's arm is clean.
I ordered some enlargements made of the broken arm.
They should be ready now.
Ask Danno to come in, will you, Che?
Sure.
What do you got, Steve?
What have you got?
One woman too many , Danna.
Get H.P.D. to assign as many men as possible to this case.
I want all records searched going back ten years,
missing persons, immigrations,
steamship, airlines, hospitals, anything you can think of.
Somewhere, someplace, a woman disappeared
and I wanna know who she is.
Daddy?
I just saw Duncan leave.
Some people think he's dead.
As you n see, those people are wrong.
You gave him some money.
We had a transaction, yes.
What kind of transaction?
Sirone, these matters have no connection with you.
Have they got to do with Mommy's death?
Go to bed.
Daddy, I won't hold it against you,
but I have got to know the truth.
Your mother was a good woman.
I worshipped her.
She died a natural death. That's all there is to it.
Why did you give Duncan money?
Why was his house blown up? And why did Dr. Ventnor die?
I have to know!
Please, stop it. Stop it.
I have to know.
You must stop thinking about these things.
Do you understand?
I'm sorry. You should...
- Got a break, Steve. - Good.
We could use one.
Here's a list of people flown in from Molokai after the big tidal wave.
Three hundred and eighty-two patients flown in on six charters.
- Paid for by Mondrago. - Yeah, that's right.
We crosschecked that against the figures at the Ventnor clinic.
Forty-six of the patients died,
335 were released and sent back to Molokai.
That adds up to 381, not 382.
One patient unaccounted for, a woman.
Brought here by Mondrago.
Disappeared from a clinic financed by Mondrago.
Pick him up, Danno. Suspicion of murder.
Mary Pulani, age 26,
brought to the Ventnor clinic after the tidal wave ten years ago.
Then suddenly, all records of her vanish.
Except for the school records on Molokai
that show she once had a broken arm.
The remains in Mrs. Mondrago's coffin had signs of a fractured forearm.
Now, when the confirming x-rays come in from Molokai,
we'll be able to match them exactly.
You won't have to wait for the x-rays, McGarrett.
I'm ready to make a statement now.
It is true.
I killed my wife and Parker.
One day I opened the bedroom door and I found them there, together.
I got my pistol from the desk in the study and I shot them both.
And then I had Akea take the bodies to the cave
with instructions to leave them there as they died, together.
Luckily, Dr. Ventnor was in debt to me.
I had built a clinic for him.
They were treating emergency cases from Molokai.
There was this girl who died of pneumonia.
She looked more or less like my wife.
I saw no harm in making the substitution.
Dr. Ventnor took care of the records.
That's just how it was?
That's how it was.
I believe there are certain formalities like fingerprints, aren't there?
Kono, oblige the gentleman.
Thank you.
Nice going, Steve.
Something's wrong.
Listen to this.
One dayl opened the bedroom door and I found them there,
together.
I got my pistol from the desk in the study and-
Now, a smart swinger's in the bedroom with Mrs. Mondrago.
The husband walks in, finds them together.
The husband runs like a crazy man to his study.
Now, I say that Parker would take off like a mongoose.
He wouldn't wait there holding hands with the lady
till the husband got back with a gun.
Well, we still got a case.
We know that Mary Pulani was buried in Mrs. Mondragds grave.
Yeah, but do we know for sure?
We know.
I saw Mrs. Mondragds medical file.
She had no broken arm.
- You what? - I saw Mrs. Mondragds medical file.
Where? How?
At the Ventnor clinic,
when I was looking for info on the Molokai case.
But the file was burned in Dr. Ventnor's car.
The remains of it are in Che's lab.
I don't know what Che has in his lab, Steve.
But I saw Mrs. Mondragds medical file.
Hilo Police on Line 2. Something's popping on the Big Island.
McGarrett. Yeah, chief.
Positive ID?
All right, hold him there. I'll fly fight over.
Our friend Duncan, the artist,
found drunk in Hilo with $50,000 in his pocket.
You say $50,000, huh?
Yeah, and these.
And get this, he says the pictures are worth more than the money.
- Give you any trouble? - No.
He must have been on one whopping bender.
Still sleeping it off.
Duncan? Duncan?
Oh, it's you, the omnipresent MoGarrett.
Your sketches of Mondrago out there, they're dated exactly ten years ago.
Were you with Mondrago
when his wife and Parker were killed?
I was with him all the time.
The ct day that his wife and Parker were killed.
Yeah, I was with him.
We got the news together, me and Mondrago.
We're pals.
Where did you get the 50,000?
Well, Mondrago gave it to me.
Steve?
“Is quarter oi 5 'm the morning, Danna.
I know.
I just got back from the Big Island. What's your excuse?
Well, I just wrapped up the Lochman case.
You know, when you get near the finish...
Go home, Danna.
This Mondrago thing bugging you?
Yeah.
Yeah. I was so anxious to nail him, I could taste it, I breathed it.
And now that I have, the nails aren't holding.
He confessed, didn't he?
Yeah, he confessed.
After trying to get rid of Dunn, his perfect alibi.
Now, what kind of a way is that for a nice guilty fellow to act?
Well, maybe that's exactly what he wants you to think.
That plus a confession that won't hold up in court.
Maybe.
And maybe I pushed him there.
Maybe I wanted him guilty.
Ever see that portrait of his wife out at the castle?
No.
You look at it, it changes fight in front of you.
The eyes, the mouth.
It becomes the woman you've always wanted
but could never get.
I n understand why someone would fight for her.
And I can understand
what might happen to a man who was gonna lose her.
Stay back.
Step aside, please.
Stay back.
Who's there?
I won't let you hurt my father.
I don't wanna hurt him.
God knows I've put myself in his place a thousand times.
I can't blame him for what he did under the circumstances.
How would you know?
He told me this morning. He confessed.
I don't believe you.
He told me he came home that day...
You were there, weren't you?
Yes.
He told me he came home
and up until then, he didn't know what was going on between them.
He knew. He knew!
All right.
All right, he knew. He me home that day before them.
He got his gun and he waited.
Is that right?
Yes.
He waited upstairs
because he knew they always went up there.
He hid himself in a closet.
In the dressing room.
All right, in the dressing room.
He heard them come into the bedroom but he couldn't see them.
He could see through the crack of the door.
Was that enough?
Enough.
Enough, Mr. Parker!
Then Parker started to kiss your mother.
Kissed her.
Put his hands on her.
Your father waited to see how far they'd go.
Don't put your hands on my mother, Mr. Parker.
Then your father opened the door.
Kicked it open.
What did Parker and your mother do when they saw him?
She tried to cover him with her body.
But it won't help you, Mother.
It won't help you.
Dirty mother.
Dirty. Dirty!
I killed her.
I killed my mother.
Oh, no.
She blotted everything out of her mind again,
just as she did ten years ago.
The doctor tells me that she's been able to do that all her life.
It wasn't your wife's medical file you were trying to hide.
It was your daughter's psychiatric file, wasn't it?
You tried to protect her from everything, even proper treatment.
She's gonna get that now.
What I did seemed right,
to save my daughter pain.
Perhaps one has to go through pain to get well.
I don't know.
Pending a hearing, you're free to go, Mr. Mondrago.
Your only crime was one of concealment.
I have a feeling the courts will understand.
I hope you'll forgive me if I don't say thanks.