Hawaii Five-O (1968) s01e19 Episode Script
One for the Money
( footsteps ) ( doorbell rings ) Hi.
You're a little early.
Fix yourself a drink.
I'll be ready in five minutes.
( ominous theme playing ) What happened? ( yelps ) ( chirps ) ( door closes ) McGARRETT: Hm.
That's strange.
Bill? I don't know.
Poetry.
One for the money Two for the show Three to make ready And four to go Might even make it A hundred or so Pretty bad poetry.
Yeah.
Hey, nice-looking gal.
Yeah.
Why the X? Good question.
Think somebody's trying to tell us something? Love, get me Homicide, H.
P.
D.
, please.
It's probably a crackpot, Steve.
Unfortunately, crackpots kill, Danno.
Lieutenant Pelak, McGarrett.
You have any homicides last night, maybe early this morning? Yeah.
Wait a minute, let me guess.
Female, late 20s, probably mestizo, Filipino? Yeah.
Yeah, where? Thanks, lieutenant.
Will you meet me there? She was killed? Yeah.
They just found her body in an apartment, Leahi and Monsarrat.
Chin, two envelopes and a picture on my desk.
Get 'em over to the lab as soon as possible.
See what they can come up with beside May's prints and mine.
Let's go.
( tense theme playing ) ( upbeat surf theme playing ) ( mysterious theme playing ) Lieutenant.
McGarrett.
What have we got? How did you fellas know about this one? Killer advertised himself with a picture and a poem.
Poem? Yeah.
Read: One for the money Two for the show Three to get ready Four to go I might even make it A hundred or so Was she assaulted? Just murdered.
Just, huh? Who is she? Aimee Cross.
Single, 33.
Worked as a secretary for Hawaiian Amalgamated Industries.
Born on the islands.
No line on boyfriends or acquaintances yet.
Might even make it A hundred or so Hm.
Ambitious.
No more so than Jack the Ripper.
He had 18 or 20 before he stopped.
The Cleveland Torso Murders, about the same number.
Not to mention the Boston Strangler.
Man.
Something like that breaks loose, and it's panic time.
Give me a glass for a minute, Charlie.
Thank you.
What do you think? The picture we got in the mail is a blowup of this one.
I'll bet on it.
Danno, check out the photographer.
See if he can identify the group.
Then see what her employer can add.
Right.
Charlie.
( peaceful theme playing ) ( ominous theme playing ) ( screams ) ( rustle ) You were right, boss, the picture was blown up.
Lab thinks it's homemade.
So the killer could be a camera or darkroom bug, huh? What about the envelopes? Five-and-dime, not traceable.
What else? No prints, couple smudges.
Killer use gloves? Lab thinks rubber.
What about the typewriter? Possibilities there.
The M and the A are chipped, letters out of line.
They think it was a portable, maybe 25, 30 years old.
What make? No luck there.
Well, we'll make some luck.
Ask the lab to check on sample typefaces of every manufacturer.
Tell 'em to call us as soon as they know.
Steve? Yeah.
Finally found the studio that took this.
Do they remember it? Yeah.
It was taken at a company luau thrown by the outfit she worked for, called Hawaiian Amalgamated Industries.
Who's the group? Just the home-office staff.
They've got a lot of divisions.
I checked out Aimee Cross, they couldn't add anything.
Well, we'll start checking elsewhere.
Boss.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( mysterious theme playing ) Locked.
No answer.
This is the address I got from Hawaiian Amalgamated.
Morning paper.
Maybe she never got home.
No parked car in front.
Not in the driveway.
Let's check the garage.
( mysterious theme playing ) Number two.
Danno, wait here till the lab boys get here.
Mrs.
Warden? Same as Miss Cross.
Stabbed? Repeatedly.
That's awful.
She was a fine woman, I knew her.
She'd been here almost 20 years.
You have any leads to the killer? Not yet.
Mr.
Gordlow I want a man from my office to go through your personnel records, past and present, and I'd like a room, so we can question your employees.
You think one of our people is guilty? I don't know.
I just know both women worked for this organization.
Sounds like a psychotic, acrazy killer.
All killers are psychotic.
Charlie, I wanna talk to you about-- I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't know you were busy.
Arnold, this is Mr.
McGarrett of Hawaii Five-0.
This is Arnold Martin, our executive vice president.
Mr.
Martin.
You're here about Miss Cross? Yes.
And Mrs.
Warden.
Mrs.
Warden? CHARLIE: Also murdered.
Seems that somebody doesn't like the people who work for us.
Charlie, that's not funny.
I'm sorry, it just came out.
What about the personnel records, may I see them? Aunt Martha will have to okay that.
It's not a decision for a personnel manager.
Oh, you see, Mr.
McGarrett, Arnold and I are the prime examples of the rewards and perils of nepotism.
We are the nephews of Aunt Martha.
And who is Aunt Martha? ( scoffs ) It's preposterous.
This whole affair can't possibly have any connection with Hawaiian Amalgamated.
Well, my job is to find out if it has.
One more thing, I'd like to see your typewriters.
Typewriters? To compare this typing.
I can save you that trouble.
Good.
How? This is obviously an old typewriter.
Vintage.
We replaced every typewriter in this place six months ago.
Large-face type.
I still wanna see them.
Now, how about my other requests? Arnold.
Yes, Aunt Martha.
You'll cooperate with Mr.
McGarrett's people.
Goodbye, Mr.
McGarrett.
Ma'am.
Charlie.
Yes, Aunt Martha? Charlie Do you remember? Yes, Aunt Martha? Never mind.
We'll talk about it tonight at my house.
Tonight? But I have a date tonight.
Then break it.
( mysterious theme playing ) I'll see you tonight, Charlie.
At 9, at my home.
Yes, Aunt Martha.
There's 72 names on that list.
Leaves us 70 to protect.
How we gonna put a bodyguard on every one of them? We've got to.
What's the first name and address, Danno? Abasu, Jean.
That's in the district covered by Car 14.
Right.
So we put a mark on the map for every name and address on that list, then every patrol car gets a list for their district, and we make a continuing check.
That's about four rounds each tour of duty.
Right.
Protection for everybody in that picture.
From the janitor on up to and including Martha Gordlow.
I am here, Aunt Martha.
I am aware of that.
I happen to be thinking.
Sounds serious.
It might be, very.
Oh? Charlie I gave Arnold a gift a long time ago.
On his 21st birthday.
Well, you wouldn't remember it.
But I do, Aunt Martha.
You do? Sure.
I was green with envy.
My birthday was the month before and you gave me pajamas, socks, underwear and handkerchiefs.
Good, practical gifts, you said.
( sighs ) You were very young then and very wild.
You would have broken a typewriter in a month.
Two at the most.
I suppose you're right, Aunt Martha.
Arnold still has it.
Yeah, I know.
He has it at home.
He types memos to me on it almost every day.
He does? Yes.
Charlie, did you get a good look at that envelope that Mr.
McGarrett showed to me today? Yes, Aunt Martha.
Did it seem familiar? Naturally.
Since it was typed on Arnold's portable.
Are you sure? Of course.
I typed it.
Oh, Charlie.
You typed it.
Yes, Aunt Martha.
( sighs ) That's preposterous.
Is it? ( suspenseful theme playing ) I don't believe it.
Well, if you don't believe it, it can't be true, can it, Aunt Martha? Were you involved with those women? No, Aunt Martha.
Well, then, what other possible reason could there be? You, Aunt Martha.
You see, I've become impatient.
And tired.
I'm tired of you.
I-- I'm sick of living on your charity, being treated like a child.
"Don't do this, don't do that.
Do this, do that.
" I'm a man, Aunt Martha.
A man.
And you'd never let me be one.
You never let me do anything by myself.
I could never enjoy life doing what you told me, living on what you paid me.
But I can on half of what you're gonna leave.
And I'll be free of you.
( gasps ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) ( grunts ) ( line ringing ) Answer it.
Answer it.
WOMAN ( over phone ): Operator.
Operator? Yes, sir.
Police.
I've been s-stabbed.
Seven Apartment 7, Huntington Towers.
I'll get an ambulance right away.
( siren wailing ) ( door breaks open ) Charlie? Charlie, can you hear me? Charlie, who did it? What happened? I Charlie, did you see him? No.
Heard voice.
Whose voice, Charlie? Whose? Familiar.
Very.
Okay, let's go.
How bad is it, doctor? He lost a lot of blood.
Can't tell till I get him to the hospital.
Okay, let's go.
How bad is he? I don't know.
Could he make any identification? He said something about a voice, then he passed out.
Danno, stay here.
Tell Che Fong I want a fine-tooth comb job.
Pictures from every angle, anything he can pick up.
( siren wailing ) Well, doctor, what's the verdict? An inch or two higher or lower and you could have ordered flowers.
Can I talk to him now? He's out, way out.
But he'll be well enough by tomorrow afternoon.
It's superficial, no complications.
You sure I can't talk to him? Impossible.
He have relatives? Yeah.
An aunt and a cousin.
I'll call them.
( bell dings ) ( phone ringing ) ( ominous theme playing ) Aunt Martha? Oh, no.
Looks like you were meant to be number three, Charlie.
Has Arnold been told? Yes.
He said he'd be here as soon as he made the necessary arrangements.
Now, let's hear what happened to you.
I'm afraid I'm not gonna be much help, Mr.
McGarrett.
Let me decide that.
Well, uh, I went to bed early, I wasn't feeling very well.
I, uh, guess I was upset by what had been happening.
Then the doorbell rang.
What time was that? Oh, I don't know, I, uh, got up to answer it, I was groggy with sleep.
Turn on any lights? No, that's one place I know my way in the dark.
And you went right to the door? Yeah, but, uh, as soon as I opened it, a flashlight shone in my eyes, blinded me, and a And a voice said, "Charlie.
" Then I felt a sharp pain in my side, like a knife.
I mean, it was a knife.
And then I-I pushed him out and I shut the door.
And, uh, then I grabbed my side and I felt the blood.
And then what? Then I phoned for help and I passed out.
Sounds like he knew you, Charlie.
Did you recognize the voice? Uh, no, it was just a voice.
But you said it was familiar.
Did I? I don't remember.
But it was a man's voice? Yeah, far as I could tell.
( knock on door ) CHARLIE: Arnie.
Hello, Charlie.
Mr.
McGarrett.
McGARRETT: Mr.
Martin.
It's hard to believe, isn't it? Aunt Martha gone.
Yes.
Charlie, Bo called me.
Who's that? Bo Wilson, Aunt Martha's attorney.
She told him to give us this upon her death.
"To Charles Gordlow and Arnold Martin.
To be opened upon my death.
" What's it say? Simply "Play it.
" ( Aunt Martha clears throat on tape ) I've always wanted to talk like this to both of you.
But I never could.
I don't know why.
It might be the heritage of my missionary forebearers.
They left too many of the rocks of their New England coast in my soul.
Ilove you both.
It's funny how easy that word is to say when you're alone.
And I never could say it to anyone.
I guess that's why I've got nephews for sons.
Instead of my own.
And you are my sons.
Arnold.
You're the sensible one, the levelheaded one.
To you, I am leaving the controlling stock and the management of the company.
Charlie.
( Aunt Martha laughs ) Charlie, you always did devil me.
And I guess I deviled you.
But Ilove you.
My, that's such a nice word to say.
Love you too much to let you squander your birthright.
So I leave you an income from a trust.
( dramatic theme playing ) It's enough to live very well, but not too wildly.
Take care of him, Arnold.
And have this memory of me.
I loved youboth.
But maybe you a little more, Charlie.
( echoing ): You a little more, Charlie.
You a little more, Charlie.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Okay, what have we got? Pictures, envelopes, typing.
But nothing to hold them together and nothing that fingers a killer.
Chin? The lab came through on the typewriter.
Year and make.
Go.
Manufactured 1948, a Star-Gaymont.
I wonder how many of those were sold in the islands.
If it was bought here.
Could have been brought in by a tourist or somebody who moved here from the mainland.
Okay, Chin, get on it anyway.
Check out sales records with every jobber and retailer, as far back as they go.
Done.
Real shot in the dark, huh? Yeah.
The pictures Che Fong took of Charlie Gordlow's apartment.
Let me see them.
Any fingerprints in the apartment? Nothing.
Danno, take a good look at these pictures, tell me what you see.
Nice apartment.
Phone knocked on the floor.
Large bloodstains on the carpet near the desk.
Trail of blood leading back to the phone.
All I see is a nice apartment.
Nothing else? That's all I can see.
Well, it's there.
Don't ask me what or where, but somewhere in these photographs must be the answer.
Maybe Kono can do better.
Not me, I've tried.
With a psycho loose, nothing makes sense.
( dramatic theme playing ) AUNT MARTHA ( echoing ): Ilove you.
Arnold, you're the sensible one.
Ilove you.
( tires screeching ) Arnold, you're the sensible one.
Ilove you.
( doorbell ringing ) Charlie? I couldn't sleep.
I took a drive and I had your typewriter in the car.
I thought I'd return it.
Charlie, it's 6:00 in the morning.
All right, come on in.
I guess maybe we ought to talk.
It's, uh, kind of hard to get used to, isn't it? No.
Oh, Aunt Martha? Yes.
Look, if we're gonna have a talk, Arnold, do you have any coffee? Sure.
Sure, sure, I'll fix some.
You know, it's kind of funny how little you know people that you think you know.
Well, you thought you knew her.
I never did.
Well, she never showed that side of her we heard on the tape.
I guess we all hide from each other.
I don't think I ever heard her say that word before.
What word? Love.
She'd like something, but, uh, love? Never.
Cream and sugar? Black.
Yeah.
It's too bad she never used it before.
Well, it's hard to imagine her telling us anything like that face to face.
Well, I guess we all are what we are.
And there's nothing we can do about it.
Well, it's too bad she couldn't.
I'd have liked hearing her say it.
"I love you.
" Wouldn't you, Charlie? Charlie? Charlie? Charlie! ( tense theme playing ) Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Too bad, Arnold.
You shouldn't have killed Aunt Martha and tried to kill me.
( engine starts ) Shall we go over what we've got again? Maybe we'll turn up something we overlooked.
Or have you got something, Steve? You said a nice, simple murder with a motive.
You got one? Maybe.
For all three deaths? No, just for one of them.
Martha Gordlow.
Her death gave Arnold Martin control of Hawaiian Amalgamated.
What about Charlie and the other two? Why would Arnold kill them? To conceal his real target.
He'd have to be crazy.
Yeah.
Come on, Danno.
Let's find out where Arnold was when Martha Gordlow was killed.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( engine idling ) McGARRETT: Sounds like a car engine.
Oh, it's that one.
Won't budge.
Automatic door.
How's it open? Electronic signal, I guess.
Swell.
Wait a minute.
( engine starts ) McGarrett, Five-0, calling Dispatch.
McGarrett, Five-0, calling Dispatch.
MAN: This is Dispatch, go ahead.
Can you give me a high-frequency signal that might open a garage door about, oh, 6 or 8 feet from where I am? We'll try it, McGarrett.
Try it fast, please.
( high-pitched tone over radio ) Nothing happening so far.
We'll try a higher frequency.
When you don't hear it, you have maximum.
( high-pitched tone over radio ) Yeah, it's working.
Steve! It's Arnold Martin.
Dispatch? Dispatch.
Send an ambulance and a resuscitator to 322 Kahala Avenue.
Repeat, 322 Kahala Avenue.
( sirens wailing ) What are his chances? Pretty good.
I think you got him out in time.
Steve? Yeah.
That rounds it off, huh? Open and shut, if the typing matches.
It will.
So, what more do we need? The typewriter, rubber gloves, a knife in the glove box.
Yeah, you had it figured right.
Did I? Why did he try to kill himself? Guilty conscience? Doesn't wash, Danno.
Why not? The three killings, Aimee Cross, Ruth Warden and his Aunt Martha, were vicious and brutal.
The murderer had to be someone without conscience or feeling of guilt.
Had to be.
Okay.
Maybe Arnold thought Charlie got a look at him before he was shoved out the door.
Wait a minute, the door.
( snaps fingers ) Yeah, the door.
Maybe that's what's bothering me.
Thank you, ma'am.
Something about this door bothers me, Danno.
Let's see if we can piece it together, huh? He was in bed when the doorbell rang, right? Yeah.
And he got out of bed.
Turned on the lights? No, he said he went to the door in the dark.
Said he was blinded by a flashlight, and he heard somebody say, "Charlie.
" That's when he was stabbed, right? Yeah.
Then he shoved the murderer back into the hall and slammed the door.
Then he went from the door to the telephone and called for help.
Wait a minute, Danno.
There are no bloodstains at the door.
Yeah? He said he was stabbed at the door, he didn't bleed at the door.
Bloodstains at the desk.
See? All the way to the phone, but there are no stains at the door, or from the door to the phone.
Why? Okay, let me try.
He was stabbed at the door, right? The minute he felt the pain, he grabbed his side to stop the bleeding.
Until he got to the desk.
But why did he go to the desk, instead of directly from the door to the phone? I can't tell you what a shock it's been.
First Aunt Martha, then Arnold.
What kind of a? A man would kill four people? Why? Three people, Charlie.
What do you mean? Arnold's alive, he's gonna make it.
But I thought he-- He was-- What? What did you think, Charlie? Dead.
Hey, that's, uh, great news, old Arnie's alive.
I, uh, guess we're too tough to kill, huh? Uh, I mean, like, the, uh, killer must feel like a loser now, right? First he misses killing me, and then he misses Arnie.
You, uh, got any, uh, leads on who the killer is? We'll find him.
We're getting close now.
Oh, yeah, how's that? We figured Arnold must have seen him.
As soon as he regains consciousness, he'll be able to tell us.
Yeah, sure.
Then, uh, it's all over.
Strain must have been terrible, huh? It's been unbearable.
I'll bet.
Well, we'll see you, Charlie.
( dramatic theme playing ) E-excuse me.
Yes? Uh, may I visit with him? Well, he's unconscious.
Who are you? His cousin.
Oh, it's after visiting hours.
I tried to get here sooner, but, uh Please, uh, he's the only family I have.
If I could just see him for a few minutes.
All right, a few minutes.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Excuse me, where are the police? In there? No police, don't worry.
We're looking after him.
But h-he should be guarded.
We'll keep an eye on him.
Arnie? You awake yet, Arnie? I wish you could hear me, cousin.
You know, the truth is, Arnie, I feel kind of bad about having to put you through this twice.
You know, the way I figure it, dying is dull.
But I guess you're gonna have to put up with being killed again.
I'll tell you one thing, it wasn't my fault.
Way I had it planned, you should have died in the garage.
McGarrett, he worries me.
Sometimes I think he knows something.
( switch clicking ) ( switch clicking ) But whatever he knows, he won't be able to prove it.
Because he needs you to prove it, and you won't be around.
( ominous theme playing ) Aunt Martha! What are you doing here? No, I killed you.
I know I killed you.
Now, please, please, go away.
Aunt Martha, you said you loved me.
Why'd you come back? Answer me, Aunt Martha! Aunt Martha? If you don't go away right now, I'm gonna kill you again.
All right.
( pounding on bed ) ( Charlie whimpering ) Aunt Martha, she did it.
She said she loved me.
She hated me.
I had to kill her.
Give me the knife, Charlie.
Give me the knife! You all look at me like I'm crazy.
I'm not.
Am I, Aunt Martha? Am I? ( dramatic theme playing ) ( upbeat surf theme playing )
You're a little early.
Fix yourself a drink.
I'll be ready in five minutes.
( ominous theme playing ) What happened? ( yelps ) ( chirps ) ( door closes ) McGARRETT: Hm.
That's strange.
Bill? I don't know.
Poetry.
One for the money Two for the show Three to make ready And four to go Might even make it A hundred or so Pretty bad poetry.
Yeah.
Hey, nice-looking gal.
Yeah.
Why the X? Good question.
Think somebody's trying to tell us something? Love, get me Homicide, H.
P.
D.
, please.
It's probably a crackpot, Steve.
Unfortunately, crackpots kill, Danno.
Lieutenant Pelak, McGarrett.
You have any homicides last night, maybe early this morning? Yeah.
Wait a minute, let me guess.
Female, late 20s, probably mestizo, Filipino? Yeah.
Yeah, where? Thanks, lieutenant.
Will you meet me there? She was killed? Yeah.
They just found her body in an apartment, Leahi and Monsarrat.
Chin, two envelopes and a picture on my desk.
Get 'em over to the lab as soon as possible.
See what they can come up with beside May's prints and mine.
Let's go.
( tense theme playing ) ( upbeat surf theme playing ) ( mysterious theme playing ) Lieutenant.
McGarrett.
What have we got? How did you fellas know about this one? Killer advertised himself with a picture and a poem.
Poem? Yeah.
Read: One for the money Two for the show Three to get ready Four to go I might even make it A hundred or so Was she assaulted? Just murdered.
Just, huh? Who is she? Aimee Cross.
Single, 33.
Worked as a secretary for Hawaiian Amalgamated Industries.
Born on the islands.
No line on boyfriends or acquaintances yet.
Might even make it A hundred or so Hm.
Ambitious.
No more so than Jack the Ripper.
He had 18 or 20 before he stopped.
The Cleveland Torso Murders, about the same number.
Not to mention the Boston Strangler.
Man.
Something like that breaks loose, and it's panic time.
Give me a glass for a minute, Charlie.
Thank you.
What do you think? The picture we got in the mail is a blowup of this one.
I'll bet on it.
Danno, check out the photographer.
See if he can identify the group.
Then see what her employer can add.
Right.
Charlie.
( peaceful theme playing ) ( ominous theme playing ) ( screams ) ( rustle ) You were right, boss, the picture was blown up.
Lab thinks it's homemade.
So the killer could be a camera or darkroom bug, huh? What about the envelopes? Five-and-dime, not traceable.
What else? No prints, couple smudges.
Killer use gloves? Lab thinks rubber.
What about the typewriter? Possibilities there.
The M and the A are chipped, letters out of line.
They think it was a portable, maybe 25, 30 years old.
What make? No luck there.
Well, we'll make some luck.
Ask the lab to check on sample typefaces of every manufacturer.
Tell 'em to call us as soon as they know.
Steve? Yeah.
Finally found the studio that took this.
Do they remember it? Yeah.
It was taken at a company luau thrown by the outfit she worked for, called Hawaiian Amalgamated Industries.
Who's the group? Just the home-office staff.
They've got a lot of divisions.
I checked out Aimee Cross, they couldn't add anything.
Well, we'll start checking elsewhere.
Boss.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( mysterious theme playing ) Locked.
No answer.
This is the address I got from Hawaiian Amalgamated.
Morning paper.
Maybe she never got home.
No parked car in front.
Not in the driveway.
Let's check the garage.
( mysterious theme playing ) Number two.
Danno, wait here till the lab boys get here.
Mrs.
Warden? Same as Miss Cross.
Stabbed? Repeatedly.
That's awful.
She was a fine woman, I knew her.
She'd been here almost 20 years.
You have any leads to the killer? Not yet.
Mr.
Gordlow I want a man from my office to go through your personnel records, past and present, and I'd like a room, so we can question your employees.
You think one of our people is guilty? I don't know.
I just know both women worked for this organization.
Sounds like a psychotic, acrazy killer.
All killers are psychotic.
Charlie, I wanna talk to you about-- I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't know you were busy.
Arnold, this is Mr.
McGarrett of Hawaii Five-0.
This is Arnold Martin, our executive vice president.
Mr.
Martin.
You're here about Miss Cross? Yes.
And Mrs.
Warden.
Mrs.
Warden? CHARLIE: Also murdered.
Seems that somebody doesn't like the people who work for us.
Charlie, that's not funny.
I'm sorry, it just came out.
What about the personnel records, may I see them? Aunt Martha will have to okay that.
It's not a decision for a personnel manager.
Oh, you see, Mr.
McGarrett, Arnold and I are the prime examples of the rewards and perils of nepotism.
We are the nephews of Aunt Martha.
And who is Aunt Martha? ( scoffs ) It's preposterous.
This whole affair can't possibly have any connection with Hawaiian Amalgamated.
Well, my job is to find out if it has.
One more thing, I'd like to see your typewriters.
Typewriters? To compare this typing.
I can save you that trouble.
Good.
How? This is obviously an old typewriter.
Vintage.
We replaced every typewriter in this place six months ago.
Large-face type.
I still wanna see them.
Now, how about my other requests? Arnold.
Yes, Aunt Martha.
You'll cooperate with Mr.
McGarrett's people.
Goodbye, Mr.
McGarrett.
Ma'am.
Charlie.
Yes, Aunt Martha? Charlie Do you remember? Yes, Aunt Martha? Never mind.
We'll talk about it tonight at my house.
Tonight? But I have a date tonight.
Then break it.
( mysterious theme playing ) I'll see you tonight, Charlie.
At 9, at my home.
Yes, Aunt Martha.
There's 72 names on that list.
Leaves us 70 to protect.
How we gonna put a bodyguard on every one of them? We've got to.
What's the first name and address, Danno? Abasu, Jean.
That's in the district covered by Car 14.
Right.
So we put a mark on the map for every name and address on that list, then every patrol car gets a list for their district, and we make a continuing check.
That's about four rounds each tour of duty.
Right.
Protection for everybody in that picture.
From the janitor on up to and including Martha Gordlow.
I am here, Aunt Martha.
I am aware of that.
I happen to be thinking.
Sounds serious.
It might be, very.
Oh? Charlie I gave Arnold a gift a long time ago.
On his 21st birthday.
Well, you wouldn't remember it.
But I do, Aunt Martha.
You do? Sure.
I was green with envy.
My birthday was the month before and you gave me pajamas, socks, underwear and handkerchiefs.
Good, practical gifts, you said.
( sighs ) You were very young then and very wild.
You would have broken a typewriter in a month.
Two at the most.
I suppose you're right, Aunt Martha.
Arnold still has it.
Yeah, I know.
He has it at home.
He types memos to me on it almost every day.
He does? Yes.
Charlie, did you get a good look at that envelope that Mr.
McGarrett showed to me today? Yes, Aunt Martha.
Did it seem familiar? Naturally.
Since it was typed on Arnold's portable.
Are you sure? Of course.
I typed it.
Oh, Charlie.
You typed it.
Yes, Aunt Martha.
( sighs ) That's preposterous.
Is it? ( suspenseful theme playing ) I don't believe it.
Well, if you don't believe it, it can't be true, can it, Aunt Martha? Were you involved with those women? No, Aunt Martha.
Well, then, what other possible reason could there be? You, Aunt Martha.
You see, I've become impatient.
And tired.
I'm tired of you.
I-- I'm sick of living on your charity, being treated like a child.
"Don't do this, don't do that.
Do this, do that.
" I'm a man, Aunt Martha.
A man.
And you'd never let me be one.
You never let me do anything by myself.
I could never enjoy life doing what you told me, living on what you paid me.
But I can on half of what you're gonna leave.
And I'll be free of you.
( gasps ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) ( grunts ) ( line ringing ) Answer it.
Answer it.
WOMAN ( over phone ): Operator.
Operator? Yes, sir.
Police.
I've been s-stabbed.
Seven Apartment 7, Huntington Towers.
I'll get an ambulance right away.
( siren wailing ) ( door breaks open ) Charlie? Charlie, can you hear me? Charlie, who did it? What happened? I Charlie, did you see him? No.
Heard voice.
Whose voice, Charlie? Whose? Familiar.
Very.
Okay, let's go.
How bad is it, doctor? He lost a lot of blood.
Can't tell till I get him to the hospital.
Okay, let's go.
How bad is he? I don't know.
Could he make any identification? He said something about a voice, then he passed out.
Danno, stay here.
Tell Che Fong I want a fine-tooth comb job.
Pictures from every angle, anything he can pick up.
( siren wailing ) Well, doctor, what's the verdict? An inch or two higher or lower and you could have ordered flowers.
Can I talk to him now? He's out, way out.
But he'll be well enough by tomorrow afternoon.
It's superficial, no complications.
You sure I can't talk to him? Impossible.
He have relatives? Yeah.
An aunt and a cousin.
I'll call them.
( bell dings ) ( phone ringing ) ( ominous theme playing ) Aunt Martha? Oh, no.
Looks like you were meant to be number three, Charlie.
Has Arnold been told? Yes.
He said he'd be here as soon as he made the necessary arrangements.
Now, let's hear what happened to you.
I'm afraid I'm not gonna be much help, Mr.
McGarrett.
Let me decide that.
Well, uh, I went to bed early, I wasn't feeling very well.
I, uh, guess I was upset by what had been happening.
Then the doorbell rang.
What time was that? Oh, I don't know, I, uh, got up to answer it, I was groggy with sleep.
Turn on any lights? No, that's one place I know my way in the dark.
And you went right to the door? Yeah, but, uh, as soon as I opened it, a flashlight shone in my eyes, blinded me, and a And a voice said, "Charlie.
" Then I felt a sharp pain in my side, like a knife.
I mean, it was a knife.
And then I-I pushed him out and I shut the door.
And, uh, then I grabbed my side and I felt the blood.
And then what? Then I phoned for help and I passed out.
Sounds like he knew you, Charlie.
Did you recognize the voice? Uh, no, it was just a voice.
But you said it was familiar.
Did I? I don't remember.
But it was a man's voice? Yeah, far as I could tell.
( knock on door ) CHARLIE: Arnie.
Hello, Charlie.
Mr.
McGarrett.
McGARRETT: Mr.
Martin.
It's hard to believe, isn't it? Aunt Martha gone.
Yes.
Charlie, Bo called me.
Who's that? Bo Wilson, Aunt Martha's attorney.
She told him to give us this upon her death.
"To Charles Gordlow and Arnold Martin.
To be opened upon my death.
" What's it say? Simply "Play it.
" ( Aunt Martha clears throat on tape ) I've always wanted to talk like this to both of you.
But I never could.
I don't know why.
It might be the heritage of my missionary forebearers.
They left too many of the rocks of their New England coast in my soul.
Ilove you both.
It's funny how easy that word is to say when you're alone.
And I never could say it to anyone.
I guess that's why I've got nephews for sons.
Instead of my own.
And you are my sons.
Arnold.
You're the sensible one, the levelheaded one.
To you, I am leaving the controlling stock and the management of the company.
Charlie.
( Aunt Martha laughs ) Charlie, you always did devil me.
And I guess I deviled you.
But Ilove you.
My, that's such a nice word to say.
Love you too much to let you squander your birthright.
So I leave you an income from a trust.
( dramatic theme playing ) It's enough to live very well, but not too wildly.
Take care of him, Arnold.
And have this memory of me.
I loved youboth.
But maybe you a little more, Charlie.
( echoing ): You a little more, Charlie.
You a little more, Charlie.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Okay, what have we got? Pictures, envelopes, typing.
But nothing to hold them together and nothing that fingers a killer.
Chin? The lab came through on the typewriter.
Year and make.
Go.
Manufactured 1948, a Star-Gaymont.
I wonder how many of those were sold in the islands.
If it was bought here.
Could have been brought in by a tourist or somebody who moved here from the mainland.
Okay, Chin, get on it anyway.
Check out sales records with every jobber and retailer, as far back as they go.
Done.
Real shot in the dark, huh? Yeah.
The pictures Che Fong took of Charlie Gordlow's apartment.
Let me see them.
Any fingerprints in the apartment? Nothing.
Danno, take a good look at these pictures, tell me what you see.
Nice apartment.
Phone knocked on the floor.
Large bloodstains on the carpet near the desk.
Trail of blood leading back to the phone.
All I see is a nice apartment.
Nothing else? That's all I can see.
Well, it's there.
Don't ask me what or where, but somewhere in these photographs must be the answer.
Maybe Kono can do better.
Not me, I've tried.
With a psycho loose, nothing makes sense.
( dramatic theme playing ) AUNT MARTHA ( echoing ): Ilove you.
Arnold, you're the sensible one.
Ilove you.
( tires screeching ) Arnold, you're the sensible one.
Ilove you.
( doorbell ringing ) Charlie? I couldn't sleep.
I took a drive and I had your typewriter in the car.
I thought I'd return it.
Charlie, it's 6:00 in the morning.
All right, come on in.
I guess maybe we ought to talk.
It's, uh, kind of hard to get used to, isn't it? No.
Oh, Aunt Martha? Yes.
Look, if we're gonna have a talk, Arnold, do you have any coffee? Sure.
Sure, sure, I'll fix some.
You know, it's kind of funny how little you know people that you think you know.
Well, you thought you knew her.
I never did.
Well, she never showed that side of her we heard on the tape.
I guess we all hide from each other.
I don't think I ever heard her say that word before.
What word? Love.
She'd like something, but, uh, love? Never.
Cream and sugar? Black.
Yeah.
It's too bad she never used it before.
Well, it's hard to imagine her telling us anything like that face to face.
Well, I guess we all are what we are.
And there's nothing we can do about it.
Well, it's too bad she couldn't.
I'd have liked hearing her say it.
"I love you.
" Wouldn't you, Charlie? Charlie? Charlie? Charlie! ( tense theme playing ) Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Too bad, Arnold.
You shouldn't have killed Aunt Martha and tried to kill me.
( engine starts ) Shall we go over what we've got again? Maybe we'll turn up something we overlooked.
Or have you got something, Steve? You said a nice, simple murder with a motive.
You got one? Maybe.
For all three deaths? No, just for one of them.
Martha Gordlow.
Her death gave Arnold Martin control of Hawaiian Amalgamated.
What about Charlie and the other two? Why would Arnold kill them? To conceal his real target.
He'd have to be crazy.
Yeah.
Come on, Danno.
Let's find out where Arnold was when Martha Gordlow was killed.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( engine idling ) McGARRETT: Sounds like a car engine.
Oh, it's that one.
Won't budge.
Automatic door.
How's it open? Electronic signal, I guess.
Swell.
Wait a minute.
( engine starts ) McGarrett, Five-0, calling Dispatch.
McGarrett, Five-0, calling Dispatch.
MAN: This is Dispatch, go ahead.
Can you give me a high-frequency signal that might open a garage door about, oh, 6 or 8 feet from where I am? We'll try it, McGarrett.
Try it fast, please.
( high-pitched tone over radio ) Nothing happening so far.
We'll try a higher frequency.
When you don't hear it, you have maximum.
( high-pitched tone over radio ) Yeah, it's working.
Steve! It's Arnold Martin.
Dispatch? Dispatch.
Send an ambulance and a resuscitator to 322 Kahala Avenue.
Repeat, 322 Kahala Avenue.
( sirens wailing ) What are his chances? Pretty good.
I think you got him out in time.
Steve? Yeah.
That rounds it off, huh? Open and shut, if the typing matches.
It will.
So, what more do we need? The typewriter, rubber gloves, a knife in the glove box.
Yeah, you had it figured right.
Did I? Why did he try to kill himself? Guilty conscience? Doesn't wash, Danno.
Why not? The three killings, Aimee Cross, Ruth Warden and his Aunt Martha, were vicious and brutal.
The murderer had to be someone without conscience or feeling of guilt.
Had to be.
Okay.
Maybe Arnold thought Charlie got a look at him before he was shoved out the door.
Wait a minute, the door.
( snaps fingers ) Yeah, the door.
Maybe that's what's bothering me.
Thank you, ma'am.
Something about this door bothers me, Danno.
Let's see if we can piece it together, huh? He was in bed when the doorbell rang, right? Yeah.
And he got out of bed.
Turned on the lights? No, he said he went to the door in the dark.
Said he was blinded by a flashlight, and he heard somebody say, "Charlie.
" That's when he was stabbed, right? Yeah.
Then he shoved the murderer back into the hall and slammed the door.
Then he went from the door to the telephone and called for help.
Wait a minute, Danno.
There are no bloodstains at the door.
Yeah? He said he was stabbed at the door, he didn't bleed at the door.
Bloodstains at the desk.
See? All the way to the phone, but there are no stains at the door, or from the door to the phone.
Why? Okay, let me try.
He was stabbed at the door, right? The minute he felt the pain, he grabbed his side to stop the bleeding.
Until he got to the desk.
But why did he go to the desk, instead of directly from the door to the phone? I can't tell you what a shock it's been.
First Aunt Martha, then Arnold.
What kind of a? A man would kill four people? Why? Three people, Charlie.
What do you mean? Arnold's alive, he's gonna make it.
But I thought he-- He was-- What? What did you think, Charlie? Dead.
Hey, that's, uh, great news, old Arnie's alive.
I, uh, guess we're too tough to kill, huh? Uh, I mean, like, the, uh, killer must feel like a loser now, right? First he misses killing me, and then he misses Arnie.
You, uh, got any, uh, leads on who the killer is? We'll find him.
We're getting close now.
Oh, yeah, how's that? We figured Arnold must have seen him.
As soon as he regains consciousness, he'll be able to tell us.
Yeah, sure.
Then, uh, it's all over.
Strain must have been terrible, huh? It's been unbearable.
I'll bet.
Well, we'll see you, Charlie.
( dramatic theme playing ) E-excuse me.
Yes? Uh, may I visit with him? Well, he's unconscious.
Who are you? His cousin.
Oh, it's after visiting hours.
I tried to get here sooner, but, uh Please, uh, he's the only family I have.
If I could just see him for a few minutes.
All right, a few minutes.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Excuse me, where are the police? In there? No police, don't worry.
We're looking after him.
But h-he should be guarded.
We'll keep an eye on him.
Arnie? You awake yet, Arnie? I wish you could hear me, cousin.
You know, the truth is, Arnie, I feel kind of bad about having to put you through this twice.
You know, the way I figure it, dying is dull.
But I guess you're gonna have to put up with being killed again.
I'll tell you one thing, it wasn't my fault.
Way I had it planned, you should have died in the garage.
McGarrett, he worries me.
Sometimes I think he knows something.
( switch clicking ) ( switch clicking ) But whatever he knows, he won't be able to prove it.
Because he needs you to prove it, and you won't be around.
( ominous theme playing ) Aunt Martha! What are you doing here? No, I killed you.
I know I killed you.
Now, please, please, go away.
Aunt Martha, you said you loved me.
Why'd you come back? Answer me, Aunt Martha! Aunt Martha? If you don't go away right now, I'm gonna kill you again.
All right.
( pounding on bed ) ( Charlie whimpering ) Aunt Martha, she did it.
She said she loved me.
She hated me.
I had to kill her.
Give me the knife, Charlie.
Give me the knife! You all look at me like I'm crazy.
I'm not.
Am I, Aunt Martha? Am I? ( dramatic theme playing ) ( upbeat surf theme playing )