Go ahead. This is McGarrett.
Who?
How long ago?
The Hilliard estate? Morgan Hilliard?
No, no. No, no, keep it that way. We'll be fight over.
Dewey Felton's been killed. Shot dead.
At Morgan Hilliard's?
Yeah, let's go. We got us a big one, brother.
- Steve, the man you just talked to. - I'll catch up with you.
Hello? Hello?
I got a dead line here.
That's funny. Hold on, let me check.
Operator, were we cut off?
There are six of us, Mr. McGarrett. Just take it easy.
Yeah, I n count and I n also recognize voices.
You were the one I just talked to on the phone.
Nobody wants to tangle with you, Mr. McGarrett,
but we've got our orders.
Get in.
All right, everything's been cleared. You can go directly aboard.
On our way.
- What the hell is that? - It's just a decontamination procedure.
It evaporates right away.
Mr. McGarrett, I'm Morgan Hilliard.
And you're in a lot of trouble.
Not if you're the man I think you are.
One of those men is trying to frame me for murder.
My so-called friends and associates.
You n eliminate Felton, of course. He's dead.
Look.
Let's get something straight, Mr. Hilliard.
Nobody takes me under duress and gets away with it. Nobody.
Duress?
You're not here under duress, Mr. McGarrett.
You're here to work.
Forty-five, looks like. With a left-hand twist.
Left? That makes it a Colt.
If you wanna kill somebody, that's the way to do it.
Che, work up a forensic ballistics report, will you?
Are these men looking for the murder weapon?
- That's right. - Then I want you to start with me.
Search me, will you please? I have no intention of being implicated.
Nor do I.
You say the shots came from in there?
- How many? Do you know? - Yes, seven.
- You mean about seven? - No, no. Exactly seven.
I counted them. We all did.
Look, I have it all here. All here, right on tape.
You have the shooting on tape?
The shooting, yes. The whole meeting, everything.
- What do you mean everything? - Well,
there was an argument before the killing.
Look, it's all here on tape.
Mr. Mims, I consider that quite a coincidence.
No, not at all. We've been meeting here for the last five days.
Colliding, you mean.
Well, at any rate, the thrust of our case against Mr. Hilliard
is, well, his mental condition.
What case?
We're taking him to court on grounds of emotional instability.
Oh, say it, will you? Hilliard's out of his mind.
You'll hear. It's all right there.
Anyway, the point is I've taped all our meetings.
I wanted to get a few verbatim quotes to throw at him in our brief.
- You always meet here? - Yes.
We've always met here. Except Hilliard, of course.
He stays in there.
- In the water? - It's not just water, Mr. Williams.
You dunk yourself in that and you'll emerge germ-free.
Have you looked in there?
It's no sauna, it's a decontamination plant.
Ultraviolet lights, antiseptic sprays, you name it.
And more than that, you know, he was in touch with cosmic forces.
You know about auras, don't you?
The blue and green rays that emanate from the head?
- Or orange, or red, or- - Danny?
Found these in the corner there.
- Forty-fives. - Recently fired.
Mr. Mims, I think we'd better hear that tape now.
Good. Good.
Danny?
Where's Steve? It's been 20 minutes.
Call Jenny. See what's keeping him.
There's a theory about this thing, Mr. McGarrett.
That it draws the harmful energy from your body and enforces the good.
Well, I don't know about that,
but it certainly is the darndest feeling. Kind of a tingle.
And I certainly need that with those Judases back there,
trying to steal my empire.
Yeah, I know. I read the papers.
Do you read how much I pay them?
Two hundred thousand dollars a year.
Each.
Unlimited expense accounts, planes, yachts, helicopters.
On top of that, I offered them 49 percent of the steam car.
And look what I get.
Civil war.
That's what it is, you know.
Except there's nothing civil about it.
And there's a court battle shaping up
with two and a half billion dollars at stake.
That's billion.
Good motive for murder.
Hilliard was in the pool, Byers was there,
Mims was there, Felton was here and I was right over here.
Ready?
Look, this isn't news, Victor. I told you six months ago to get ready for it.
You said you were considering it, that's all.
I think you're out of your mind, Morgan, I really do.
I'm the only sane man here and you know it.
You wanna play around with a steam car, that's fine,
but use your own money.
Play around, hell. I said a crash program.
This is what I said.
A steam r, using natural gas for fuel.
Operating costs maybe half what they are today.
Pollutant emissions down 98 percent.
I'm gonna build that r and have it on the road in three years.
At a price everyone can afford.
Morgan, that's a dream.
- More like a nightmare if you ask me. - That's Felton.
For that we should cash out everything?
Liquidate 14 corporations'?
- Morgan, think what's gonna happen. - Capital, that's what's gonna happen.
It won't work, Morgan.
A steam car just isn't practical.
- It isn't. - It's your job to make it practical.
Hilliard, you're mad.
Felton?
I have no feeling for that man.
One is not supposed to speak ill of the murdered,
but he was the schemer. He turned against me.
Turned the others against me. That's why I fired him.
But never mind that.
I was a witness to the crime, and I know you have questions.
- Go fight ahead. - Here?
Without seeing the body or the scene of the crime?
No. It doesn't work that way, Hilliard.
A few years back, to avoid a single court appearance,
I sacrificed an entire corporation. Just let it go.
Yeah. I remember.
A personal loss of 47 million,
because I have this aversion to human contact.
Even now, nothing personal, mind,
I'm extremely uncomfortable in your presence.
Well, to tell you the truth,
I'm not exactly overjoyed to be in yours, either.
The point is, Mr. McGarrett, I'm not going back.
Whoever killed Felton knew that.
Knew that I'd leave the island.
That was the whole idea. To stop me dead in my tracks, you see?
It's me against the four of you, is it?
Al! right. I'm buying you out, every one of you.
You can't buy if we don't sell.
We're keeping our shares and taking over yours, Morgan.
Just how do you figure that?
What we've been telling you every day for the last five days.
You're out of your mind, old man,
and therefore incapable of managing your own affairs.
That ought to bring him out of his puddle.
I showed him this.
It's a summons for Mr. Hilliard to appear in court.
He guessed what it was.
He got pretty angry.
He came out.
H! see you in hell first. Al! of you.
There. Is that a threat or isn't it?
He threw the paper at me and turned here.
You can hear him walking. Went into the sauna.
Listen now, here it comes. You can hear the shots.
That's it. The one that hit Felton.
Listen to that. It was like a battlefield.
One of those shots almost hit me. Look.
Sounded like a silencer was used.
What's happening here?
Well, he's still in there, in that sterile cocoon of his.
Could you see his hands? Could you see the gun?
No, no. There was too much steam.
Now, about here, he came out and just stood there and looked at us.
With the gun?
I don't know.
He had something in his pocket, his robe pocket. I'm certain of that.
You are insane. You killed him.
That's to Hilliard.
All right, he emptied the clip. Then what?
Well, things were pretty muddled.
We shouted accusations back and forth for a while.
Nobody called the police?
His police, yes. He has his own, you know.
And he wouldn't let us phone out. Not until he got on the helicopter.
They headed over that way, generally.
Danny?
Jenny said Steve's car is still in the parking lot,
but nobody's seen him.
- Where could he be? - I got an APB out, but it's not like him.
Good Lord, he didn't mean that McGarrett...?
Who? What are you talking about?
Hilliard. That was the other name, McGarrett.
What he said on the phone was, "Pick up McGarrett."
Why, it couldn't be. Morgan's crazy, but he's not that crazy, is he?
So have we reached an understanding?
No. No, you still think you're a privileged character.
Oh, but I am. I'm a very privileged character.
Not in my book, mister. And not where murder is concerned.
Yes, I can understand that, but what you fail to grasp, Mr. McGarrett,
is that we're on the same side in this thing.
Are we?
Aside from the dead man back there,
so far I've got you down for kidnapping and obstructing justice.
I don't see it that way.
Well, maybe you're a little spoiled, Mr. Hilliard, huh?
Why? Because I can afford to go my own way?
I mean, entirely my own way? You'd do it too, if you could.
Of course, then people would think you were insane.
There's a certain onus to complete freedom.
People simply cannot understand it.
Are you sincere about getting this thing cleared up?
- Yes. - Well, then, come back with me.
Maybe it will take a matter of days, maybe hours.
I'm afraid you still don't understand.
I am not capable of doing a thing like that.
Well, where is this complete freedom that you've been expounding on?
Well, you've got me there, but then again, I've got you here.
There he is.
- Hey, Danny. Where's McGarrett? - Where's McGarrett?
Come on, pal. I've got a police radio in my r.
Come on, Danny. So where is he?
Come on, where is he? Where?
Come on, you n give me something.
You'll be back at your office in an hour, McGarrett.
I'm about to get lost for the duration,
but we'll be in touch through various third parties.
I hear you have your own spies.
Tell them to stay out of my way.
Give my regards to Waikiki.
Steve, the news guys will be waiting for you.
How much do you want them to know of what happened to you?
Nothing. Go right through the gate.
There he is.
McGarrett.
- Come on, pal. I've got a police radio. - Come on.
Beginning electronic surveillance.
Report number three.
Location, rear of the Hilliard estate.
Time, 10:17 a.m., 5th day of the month.
Confidential. Transmit on scrambler only.
UHF channel 406 to Mr. Morgan Hilliard.
We recovered six of the seven slugs, Steve.
- How's that for persistence? - Great, only we need the seventh.
Now that's persistence.
And the murder weapon.
- That's Chinese persistence. - Yeah.
What about these, Che?
Well, we have six spent slugs.
They weigh 250 grams each.
Caliber .45.
Rifling markings are identical.
Left-hand twist with a pitch of one turn in 16 inches.
Six lands, six grooves.
- Okay. So we've got a Colt automatic. - Right.
As a matter of fact, one like this.
Old government issue.
Now, that's the A1 . Went out of production in 1957.
But I remembered the Schofield Arms Museum.
We had that machine for the silencer,
but they didn't go for that, at first.
Well, I do. Thanks, Chin.
- Ricochet marks? - Yeah, we tape them.
We've been doing some high-class trigonometry.
Worked it out both ways.
That's how we found the slugs.
Working back, they had to come from there.
Had to?
We found two spent shell sings in the sauna.
Why only two?
Six slugs and only two spent shells. That's lousy arithmetic.
What do you figure the effective range of this .45 is? What, 50 yards?
If you're thinking somebody behind there, no go, Steve.
We checked it all out.
And the way this place is fenced in, dogs, guards, everything.
And only one gate.
We traced down everybody, Steve.
There were only those five men down here.
And with the range of that gun,
the shots had to come from that sauna.
Seven rounds bouncing around here and nobody saw the gun fired?
They were all scattering for their lives, they said.
Well, what about afterward? What did Hilliard do with the gun?
In the pocket of the robe, somebody said. Byers.
But he's not sure.
And why the silencer?
Maybe the guy hates noise.
Yeah. Maybe.
And maybe something else. Hilliard.
The guy frames himself,
and then he plans on us to get him off.
I know he's smart, but is he that smart?
You bet he is.
Yes, that's Hilliard's handwriting. I'd recognize it anywhere.
I agree.
Is that all we've been called in for? To identify a signature?
No. I want you to hear this tape again.
It's the first shot I'm interested in. That thump.
It's different from the others. Listen.
H! see you in hell first. Al! of you.
I marvel at your deductive powers, Mr. McGarrett.
It is a thump.
What caused it?
A bullet, of course.
Didn't you say one of them hit some garden sculpture?
Yeah, but this has a hollow sound. That sculpture was not hollow.
Is that what's holding up the investigation,
this alleged hollowness?
You have our sworn statements, McGarrett.
Morgan Hilliard killed that man. Now, why haven't you acted?
If I were you, I wouldn't press too hard for a warrant, Mr. Mims.
Your name might be on it.
What are you suggesting?
Me? Nothing. It's what the facts suggest.
This tape, for instance.
A dream document for the prosecution.
It's all there.
Principals, motive, crisis, the killing.
Even the indictment, made by you,
the one survivor who knows his way around the courtroom.
And then we get sworn statements like:
"I think he had a gun in his hand.
I saw this bulge in his robe pocket."
Seven rounds fired directly at you,
yet no one saw the shooting nor the gun.
No, thanks.
No, thanks, gentlemen. You know what this adds up to?
A case that looks great in the paper but flops in court.
So maybe the question should be:
"Did two of you,
or all of you get together and eliminate Felton?"
- That's idiotic. - Is it?
Felton is dead, Hilliard's out of the way, at least for now,
and you're in court trying to grab his empire.
Two billion dollars is a motive any jury n buy.
So you wanna play games, do you?
All right, let's play.
I'm not sure I follow you, sir. Now, just what are you suggesting?
Well, the facts speak for themselves.
Or should I say the lack of them?
An hour, one hour after the shooting, Morgan Hilliard was aboard his yacht.
And the moment he cleared the harbor,
the police were notified of the killing and began their investigation.
But where was the esteemed Mr. McGarrett?
The chief investigator during that particular time.
You think he was on board?
You mean some kind of a deal was made?
Well, has Five-0 accused anyone of the crime? I mean officially?
It would appear that three eyewitnesses to murder
are not enough for Steve McGarrett, for some, let's say, unknown reason.
He's far more interested in implicating us, the intended victims.
A unique approach, to say the least. Right, McGarrett?
- McGarrett, how about your side of it? - You'll hear it in court.
If it ever gets in court, right?
How do you bring in a billionaire? Isn't that like arresting the president?
Is that what you two talked about on the yacht?
Going through the motions, and things like that?
Or was it more like, 'Who's gonna be our next governor?"
Well, I'll tell you something, gentlemen. When it comes to governors,
all I know is that I've got an appointment with the incumbent
in about two minutes, so if you'll excuse me...
What is this?
- My question to you, mister. - All right, what have I done?
Stuck in the corner of my eye just once too often.
Craig Custer, huh?
- Okay, look, so I work for Mr.- - I know who you work for.
Hilliard, this is McGarrett.
I'm going to the Attorney General to get a warrant for your arrest.
Now, you n sit on that yacht of yours as long as you wish,
but it won't get that steam car built and it won't get you off the hook.
You've gotta show up and face indictment,
cooperate, understand?
Just like any other suspect.
If you're clean, you n beat the charges.
If you don't show up, we're gonna come and get you.
And then we'll all know who killed Felton.
Right?
All right, you can get this to him before he reads it in the paper.
Four suspects.
What could be simpler?
It's got to be Hilliard, Steve.
Who else could have fired those shots?
I don't know.
Impulsive killing, right?
Hilliard gets out of the pool, stops here, talks to Mims,
crosses to the sauna, enters, grabs the gun.
Turns, empties the clip, seven shots.
That means seven spent shells eject and hit the floor.
Okay, then what happens?
Hilliard picks up five and leaves?
Leaving behind these two? Why stop at five?
He can count better than that no matter how mad he gets.
But, Steve, he was in there alone.
- He admitted that, you said. - Yeah.
Hilliard's no fool.
If he left those shells in there, it was deliberate.
Why would he do that?
To suggest they were planted by somebody else.
The three witnesses.
They had the chance.
Okay.
Okay. Then we concentrate on the shells.
Chin, get Bill Ordway. Tell him to bring his little gray box.
They're from a gun, obviously.
Cliché or no, McGarrett, they all look alike to me.
If I did plant them in the sauna, would I be stupid enough to admit it?
Especially to you?
No. That's why we sent for our polygraph expert.
Mr. Ordway. Mr. Mims.
How do you do?
Lie detectors have no value in court. I know you know that.
It's not intended for court. And you can refuse if you wish.
Of course, I'll wonder why.
If I do submit to this nonsense,
will it remove me from your suspect list?
Well, you're such a good suspect, Mr. Mims, I'd really hate to lose you.
But, yes, it would get me off your back for a while.
That, my dear sir, is worth everything.
Let's go.
And today's date, please?
The 5th.
And your name is Otis Mims, is that correct'?
Yes.
And you've never seen these shells before?
That's not true. I saw them a few minutes ago.
- And before that? - No, never.
I don't like guns of any kind.
You know what this is?
It's a 49-cent transistor, made in Japan.
A millionth of a second is rather a long time
to a transistor, Mr. McGarrett, because it's a precision instrument.
This is a precision instrument.
That is not.
And don't tell me an innocent man has nothing to fear.
I know better.
So the answer is no.
You can't wire me to that for anything.
Not even for your share of $2 billion?
I wouldn't risk my share of perdition on that thing.
I know my rights.
You think I can't see what you're doing?
Why, I'd put the same question to you.
All right.
I was wrong about Hilliard.
I didn't see a gun in his hand, or anything else.
Perhaps I just wanted to see one.
But that's all I've been holding back.
Now do you believe me?
I believe you won't submit to a polygraph test, Mr. Byers.
Now, let's try it again.
- Your name is Victor Tabernash? - Yes.
- And today's date is the 6th? - No.
Yes.
I don't-- You know, I don't know.
This man is too emotional, Mr. McGarrett.
I can't establish a norm.
Could he fake a thing like this?
Some people can.
Just a minute.
Very cute.
- Now, look, Mr. McGarrett-- - No, you look, Mr. Tabernash.
This smoke screen won't work.
That polygraph won't buy it and I won't buy it.
- Believe me- - I don't believe you.
You're fooling no one with this sweaty charade.
You're only burying yourself.
- It's that damn machine. - Is it the machine?
Well, that's what I've been trying to tell myself.
I'm afraid of the damn thing. Really, I am.
All right, look.
- Can we try again? - Yeah, sure, we n try it again.
Now, I realize that you submitted to this voluntarily.
Yes, I did, of course, and I'm willing to help.
I'm willing to tell you anything you want.
- All right. Quiet down. - Yes.
- Relax. - I will, I'll try.
- Quiet down. - Yes, I'll quiet down and concentrate.
And I'll try. I really am trying.
Believe me. I am.
Tell him. Tell him, let's start.
- Relax. - Okay.
Okay, Mr. Ordway.
All right. Now, take it easy.
Try to settle down.
Settle down.
Now, settle down. Okay.
All right, you've been needling me for a press conference, gentlemen,
so here it is.
Brief and to the point.
I suppose you all know what this is.
Is that loaded?
What do you think?
Listen, I know you're a little sore at us, McGarrett, but you wouldn't-f?
Wouldn't what?
That wasn't very funny, McGarrett.
It's not over yet. Come here, I wanna show you something.
I want all you other gentlemen to see this too.
Okay, here's the gun.
There are seven spent shells in there.
Go in and find five of them, and break down the gun.
You've got seven seconds.
Seven seconds?
Well, if Hilliard could do it, so can you. Go.
You don't even wanna try, huh?
Tell me how Hilliard could break down his weapon, hide it in a pocket,
and find five spent shells among all this clutter of junk in here,
all in seven seconds.
Okay, gentlemen, you want something to print?
Tell your readers how Morgan Hilliard managed that.
Mr. McGarrett? Call for you.
- McGarrett. Who's this? - Who do you think?
Okay, Hilliard. Okay.
Good work, McGarrett. I wanna thank you for clearing me.
And rattling the press in the bargain.
That spy service of yours doesn't waste much time, does it?
Safety in numbers, McGarrett. I've got a dozen men on you.
Well, you tell your boys next time to get their facts straight.
Because I didn't clear you, Hilliard.
All I said was that I didn't know how you did it.
There's a big difference.
What are you trying to prove. anyway?
You must know by now that I didn't kill anyone.
You're too smart not to.
Well, maybe I'm just a dumb cop, because I'm still not convinced.
All right. All right, what will it take?
Same old thing, you and me at the scene of the crime.
There's no other way.
Hello, Hilliard.
How did you know it was-f?
All right, damn it, you win. Here I am.
Well, I hate to bore you, but we're gonna run it again.
Do we have to?
Risk it. You'll survive.
- Shares and taking over yours, Morgan.
Just how do you figure that?
What we've been telling you every day for the last five days.
You're out of your mind, old man,
and therefore incapable of managing your own affairs.
That ought to bring him out of his puddle.
Then they handed me the summons.
I read it.
H! see you in hell first. Al! of you.
Then I went to the phone.
- What's the matter? - Well, your persistence finally paid off,
because I realize now that thump was louder.
You mean the first shot?
Yeah. Yeah, much louder.
Louder or closer?
Well, it's just an impression, really.
It's kind of hard to describe,
but it was more like it came from in here
than out there.
With a left-hand twist.
Which makes it bullet number seven.
A pretty tricky shot from down here, wouldn't you say?
Yeah, unless they shoot in circles.
It must have come from someplace back there.
Yeah, but there was nobody there.
Unless they were outside the estate.
That's over 200 yards.
Two hundred yards with a 50-yard gun.
That's interesting.
Let's find out.
Look.
Something was bolted down here.
Yeah.
The holes line up perfectly with the target too.
It could be some kind of gun mount.
What though?
Rifle built to .45 specifications?
With a silencer?
There is no such thing.
Steve, this is no rifle bullet. Look at it.
It's designed for punch, not accuracy.
In fact, to get even a shot group like that took a lot of doing.
And I'll tell you something else.
A slug that size drops pretty fast.
You'd have to shoot high on a trajectory something like this.
Somebody solves a bunch of problems, Steve.
Yeah, problems.
NO...
...maybe we're not dealing with a marksman at all.
Our man could be an engineer.
No gray box this time?
Sit down then.
What's on your mind?
You remember these?
We know now that the killer planted them in the sauna before the shooting.
That's one thing.
And...
Account 20637, Bank of Geneva.
These Swiss numbered accounts can be cracked open, you know.
If there is evidence of wrongdoing, the banks disclose names.
I see you didn't know.
- What names? - Just one.
Orion Enterprises, like the constellation.
It's a strange account because it was only used once,
to transfer $200,000 to the Litvia Arms Company, West Germany.
They specialize in custom rifles.
They made one, just one, that can throw a slug like this
at least 250 yards with absolute accuracy.
Had a silencer.
Took them, a year, a year and a half to engineer it.
It's been in work a long time, hasn't it, Mr. Byers?
McGarrett, what on earth are you talking about?
There is no Orion Enterprises. That's a name you made up.
I did? What gave you that idea?
Oh, about six phone calls and some international police work.
But we did trace the rifle.
It was delivered to you two months ago.
Where is it, Mr. Byers?
- What? - The rifle.
Well, if you must know,
it's zeroed in, I'd say, just about the base of your skull.
Don't move, McGarrett.
Now, in case you're thinking of trading your life for mine, forget it.
It will throw you about ten feet when it hits.
You won't even reach your gun.
Three frequencies.
Two are ordinary voice channels, the other pulls the trigger.
Yes, Mr. Byers?
Ben, I'm on the terrace.
Call the airport and have the jet cleared for takeoff in five minutes.
And I'll need the helicopter. Bring it around, will you? Right away.
Terrace, yes, sir.
Wondering why you didn't anticipate this.
Well, I figured you wouldn't destroy that rifle.
Not a piece of engineering like that.
I'm gonna move out, see if I can find that thing.
You remember the nicked sleeve?
Well, how do you know it won't get you this time?
Well, for one thing, the winds are more predictable here.
Beginning to feel it, McGarrett?
That big bullet sitting out there, aimed right at you?
Did you hear that? Same range.
We're too far out.
I hope that isn't a hair trigger.
Oh, but it is.
If you wanna hope anything, hope I don't drop it or get nervous.
I'll use it if I have to.
I don't want you taking potshots at my helicopter.
So be advised, I n still wipe you out from up there with this.
Just hold it, McGarrett. Very still.
You're wired for sound. You did anticipate this.
Did I?
Well, it won't change anything. I'll be on that jet in five minutes.
Don't count on it.
Police have helicopters too.
- How n I thank you? - Say thanks.
No, no, no. I wanna do something for you.
- Just say thanks. - Anything you want, just name it.
Hilliard, you haven't got the price.
I'll send you the first steam car off the line. How about that?
McGarrett! McGarrett!
McGarrett!
Thanks.