Hawaii Five-O (1968) s08e13 Episode Script
Honor is an Unmarked Grave
Hold Hold it, gentlemen.
Hold it.
There it is.
I knew it'd be here.
Pictures.
Come on, get over here.
I want some pictures.
Now, just a second.
I want the exact time of discovery recorded on tape, This is Bob Simpson reporting for all-news radio from graveside with Travis Marshall, author of A Question For The Jury.
This looks like another one of your extraordinary discoveries, another great piece of detection.
How did you figure this one, counselor? Painstaking research.
You can read about it in my book.
Research and preparation.
Anything else? - I think that's all.
- Thank you.
There they are.
There they are, officer.
I told you.
I've been watching him from my house across the street and he's been coming here every day.
And when he showed up today with those gravediggers, I knew he was up to something.
How dare you desecrate this holy ground? Why don't you mind your own business, you old biddy? Don't you dare call me an old biddy.
Okay, folks, that's enough.
You're under arrest, mister.
What the hell for? Desecrating a burial ground.
Well, he made bail.
He called a press conference for noon out at the cemetery.
Has it been on yet? - After the commercial, Steve.
- Have you read his latest book? - No, why? - It wasn't too bad.
Can you read English, Chin? Only when it's translated into Chinese.
I made it to page 47.
Talk about ego trips.
Oh, hold it.
He's on.
Turn up the sound.
What would you call it, Mr.
Marshall? Harassment.
That's what I said.
Ever since I wrote this book exposing the inefficiency of the average police department, I have been subjected to harassment by authorities wherever I go.
Oh, come on.
Can you believe that? Look at that umbrella.
I applied for a permit to dig in this graveyard.
Now, I think I was turned down because I have information which might embarrass local investigative authorities like Hawaii Five-0.
Are you accusing Hawaii Five-0 of obstructing justice? Well, I was refused a permit to dig in this graveyard.
I can only guess why.
You wanna guess what the judge is gonna give you for desecrating a grave? Good for you, Aku.
Nonsense.
I will not be a party to any whitewashes.
If I have to commit a misdemeanor in order to uncover a felony, so be it.
Well, the question is, why this particular place to dig? It was an unmarked grave.
Yeah, what about the victim? I mean, what can you learn from a skeleton? Have you got any proof? Here it comes.
I stake my reputation on this.
The remains are those of the missing heir, Brian Henderson.
Well, gentlemen, with accusations like that floating around, we better know where we stand.
Brian Henderson disappeared seven years ago, Steve.
Right.
Well, let's dig out the files.
I wanna review the facts, all of them.
Right.
Someone to see you, ma'am.
- Mrs.
Henderson.
- Yes? I'm Travis Marshall.
You may have heard of me.
Enlighten me.
Why would I have heard of you? Well, this is the book I wrote about the Stoddard case.
I show how the police bungled the whole thing.
I've autographed it for you.
It's yours.
And you may have it.
Thank you.
I've been on all the big talk shows: Johnny Carson, Mike Douglas, Merv Griffin.
Mr.
Marshall, just exactly what are you getting at? Madam, may we speak privately? Kono, excuse us, please.
Take this into the library.
Yes, ma'am.
Please be brief.
A Question for the Jury has been such a major success that my publishers are pressing me to find another case to write about.
Something that will sell.
Continue.
Yes, madam.
Like the unsolved case of a bright young man, heir to a fortune, who simply disappears.
Do you know what happened to Brian? I've only been on the case for three weeks.
But you've heard about the remains that I've uncovered? Is there a positive identification? It isn't official, but take my word, it's your grandson.
Mr.
Marshall, just what do you want exactly? Well, I understand that you were never too pleased with the original investigation.
I can hardly be pleased with an investigation that went nowhere.
Exactly.
Just like the Stoddard case in California.
But I solved that one and I'll solve this one for you.
You are job hunting, Mr.
Marshall.
Well, let's put it this way.
I'm going to stay on the case no matter what.
But because of your interest, I thought that perhaps you might like me to be working for you, reporting to you, as it were, before giving anything to the media.
The estate will pay you $300 a day until further notice, provided that the remains are those of my grandson, and provided that any information you uncover is the property of this estate.
That's the Henderson house, or should I say estate? - Some folks know how to live.
- You bet.
The missing heir, Brian Henderson.
Disappeared seven years ago.
Kid looks wild.
Was he into anything? Not as a matter of record.
He was busted five times for what some folks call boyish pranks.
Poor man's felony is a rich man's prank, huh? Not bad, Steve.
Make a nice bumper sticker.
Thomas Henderson, old missionary family, last of the line.
Very strict, lots of gristle, very proud.
- Died three years ago, didn't he? - Right.
Agatha, Thomas' wife.
She and her husband reared Brian.
What happened to the kid's parents? Private plane crash.
The boy was about 5 years old.
Koji, one of Henderson's servants.
Was with the family for 40 years.
Last known picture of Brian Henderson.
- Hey, who's the chick? - Carol Chung.
Sexiest number in town.
That's the girl's house.
She was having a party the night that Brian disappeared.
He got a call about 9:00.
He said he'd be back in an hour.
That was it.
No one ever saw him again.
Okay, gentlemen.
That's it.
You know, whoever it turns out to be, we've got a skeleton on our hands with a lot of people asking questions.
Yeah.
Well, I've got a question of my own, Danno.
How come Travis Marshall knew just where that body was planted? - That's the cruncher.
- I think I'll go and ask him.
Let's not wait to see it on TV.
Excuse me.
McGarrett.
Five-0.
Five-0.
I've heard a lot about you.
- Come in.
- Thank you.
Glad to meet you, sir.
- Won't you sit down? - Thank you.
Get lost, Socking.
Cat hair all over everything.
I want to get rid of her.
Can I offer you a drink? Oh, no.
No, thanks.
Never use it.
- I know why you're here.
- Tell me.
The Henderson thing.
You wanna know what I know.
How I knew where to dig.
Sharp, very sharp.
How did you know, counselor? Anonymous phone call, would you believe it? But, of course, you have no idea who the caller was? Oh, not the foggiest.
Man or woman? Man.
A young voice.
But I get a lot of these calls.
I'm kind of a celebrity, you know? Because of the book and a lot of TV appearances.
Every kook in the country wants to share his secret with me.
I'll bet that's not all he wants to share.
I bet.
Exactly what did your anonymous caller have to say to you? Well, he didn't tell me where the body was.
But rather suggested a line of investigation.
Mr.
Marshall, I understand you're a lawyer.
I passed the bar examination in California, but I never really practiced.
Probably a flaw in my character.
I can't stand routine.
But you understand obstruction of justice, do you not? Are you planning to charge me? No, not yet.
And not if you share your information with us.
Well, let me say that my informant did not tell me where the body was interred.
I deduced that by myself.
A bit of creative thinking.
Now, I don't believe I'm obliged to tell you that.
I'm planning another book, you know? By the way, have you read my first? It's next on my list.
Would you like an autographed copy? No, thank you.
If your informant calls again, I expect you to refer him to me.
And if you plan any more press conferences on this matter, I'd like to be informed beforehand.
Good day, Mr.
Marshall.
Well, I hope you're not gonna get all shook up because a writer turns in a little sharp detective work.
Writers never make me insecure, Mr.
Marshall.
So many good books have been written in prison.
Yeah? McGarrett.
Steve, Doc Bergman just called.
He's made a positive ID on the victim.
It's Brian Henderson all right.
There's a nice clean hole in his skull, just about the size of a 0.
22.
Nice clean hole.
Must have been a steel jacket, huh? Had to be.
Doc, how about angle of entry or the distance the gun was fired from? - Can you determine that? - No way, not now.
How about time? How long was he in the ground? I'd say he was buried maybe five to seven years ago.
That's a two-year spread.
Depending on a soil analysis, it could vary maybe ten months one way or the other.
That could be two years and ten months.
Doc, I've got to figure that he was killed the night he disappeared seven years ago.
Is that gonna paint me into a corner? No, I think you can assume that.
It can't be disproved.
Good.
Excuse me.
Danno, I'm going over to have a talk with Agatha Henderson.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, no, you and Chin go out to that Japanese cemetery.
See if you can figure out how Travis Marshall put this thing together.
And, Danno, put a tail on Marshall, around the clock.
I wanna know who's feeding him information.
- Mr.
McGarrett to see you.
- Thank you.
- Mr.
McGarrett, may we talk here? - Certainly.
- Won't you have a chair? - Thank you.
You asked to see me.
I assume it's about Brian.
Yes, ma'am.
Were you surprised? No, Mrs.
Henderson.
I always believed that he was dead.
Well, then why didn't your people find the body? I guess we fail sometimes.
- At least, you're refreshingly honest.
- Thank you.
Mrs.
Henderson, did you have any reason to suspect that your grandson was murdered? - Murdered? - Yes, ma'am.
Brian was shot at least once, through the head.
I had no reason to suspect foul play, Mr.
McGarrett.
Mrs.
Henderson, we're not dealing with a mysterious disappearance now.
We're dealing with a murder.
And anything Anything that you can tell me might be important.
It is all on the record, and it is still very painful.
I know of nothing.
Except I hope this time that you are more successful in your investigation.
I intend to be.
We try to improve.
- Will that be all? - For now, yes.
Thank you.
You may want to know that I have hired someone on my own.
An eminent writer, Mr.
Travis Marshall.
Travis Marshall, an employee of the Hendersons'? Seems a bit out of character.
People with bad taste are very useful, sometimes.
Good day, Mr.
McGarrett.
Good day, ma'am.
Oh, one other thing.
May I assume that your husband also had no suspicions? - No idea who might have done this? - None that I knew of.
Thank you.
Kono.
Will you bring the car around, please.
Yes, ma'am.
Marshall was out here, what, eight times? At least.
And he took a lot of pictures too according to that lady across the street.
Of what? All the remains here are cremated, right? Yeah.
That's the Shinto custom.
Nobody comes here.
The last burial was 23 years ago.
So why does Travis Marshall come out here shooting pictures? Well, maybe he digs graves.
Look.
Who's that? That's the Henderson's old servant, Koji.
Wonder what that was all about.
Hello, Kimo.
Is your mother home? This is a helicopter.
Well, I knew that.
Hello, Paul.
Is Maru at home? She's out back.
Maru? Oh, Mrs.
Henderson.
- How are you? - Fine.
What a surprise.
I didn't mean to come in unannounced, but I wanna talk to you.
Of course.
- Please sit down.
- Thank you.
- Can I get you anything? - No, thank you.
Why does Paul always seem so angry when he sees me? Paul is an angry man.
I can't understand him lately.
You heard the news? About Brian, yes.
It seems so strange.
I'd always thought he had, you know, run away.
With my help? Well, I thought maybe Mr.
Henderson had banished him.
Mr.
Henderson felt very strongly about people who run away from their responsibilities.
He never would have helped Brian to escape.
Have you seen my father? No, not yet.
You know, Maru, I've always considered the possibility that Brian was murdered.
And that perhaps your father might have - Do you know what I'm saying? - Yes, Mrs.
Henderson.
Exactly.
Does Paul know who Kimo's father was? - Oh, no.
- Good, that was very wise.
Now the police may come to see you.
A Mr.
McGarrett.
Now, I don't want you to lie because I don't want you in any trouble.
Just don't say anything.
- Don't volunteer any information.
- Yes, Mrs.
Henderson.
I love you.
You take care of yourself.
You call me if there's anything you need.
The question is, how much does Koji know? Has he been paying his respects to that unmarked grave for seven years or just since Marshall dug it up? Well, if he's known all along, then he either committed the murder or knows who did it.
And he could also be the one who tipped off Travis Marshall.
Yeah.
But why should he remain silent all these years and suddenly open up to a man like Marshall? It doesn't make sense.
What was his story when he was first questioned? Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil.
Chin, why don't you go out alone and talk to Koji in the ancient manner.
See if you can find out if that old man is involved.
Right.
Marshall just left his apartment.
I'm on it.
Central, get me McGarrett.
- McGarrett.
- Steve, I've been had.
Yeah.
This case gets more interesting all the time.
Paul, you're gonna make yourself a bundle.
There's money all over this thing.
I got something coming now, right? Yeah.
But that's just for openers.
There'll be more.
This is gonna be big.
Now what about your wife's first marriage and annulment? What have you got on the guy, George Fowler? She won't talk about it.
Every time I ask her, she turns me off.
She married a George Fowler and it got annulled.
That's all she'll say.
- Do you want me to talk to her? - No, man.
If she knew I gave you the story I wouldn't mention your name.
We may have all we need right now.
Take a look at these.
It's all coming clear.
There never was a George Fowler.
Bet on it, because he's the father of him.
And to somebody in this juicy little story, that was a reason for murder.
Hey, brother, what happened? I went to Koji's house and the neighbor said the family was here.
My friend, I asked you a question.
Five-0.
It's old man Koji, he's dead.
- When? - I don't know.
Last night I think.
You are Shiru, right? Yes.
Who are you? Five-0.
We could talk later if you prefer.
Let's get it over with.
Out here.
The old man's doctor confirms the patient died of natural causes.
I still think they were in a awful hurry to have that body cremated.
The doctor signed the death certificate, Chin.
That makes it legal.
That little girl, the daughter looked about 10.
If that photo was taken 12 years ago, she'd be 22 now.
Why wasn't she at her father's funeral? I put the same question to Shiru.
He never answered it.
Danno, have you ever talked with her? I've never seen her.
She was just a kid, 15 years old, when Brian disappeared.
See if you can locate the girl.
I'd just like to know why she didn't attend her daddy's funeral.
Right.
And you refuse to tell me where these pictures came from? I will, later.
They do look alike.
No question, he's the father.
Now, these showed me where to dig.
I followed your old servant, Koji, to the cemetery at least ten times.
You have to be thorough.
See, the old man always ended up his gig at number nine.
Over there where there are no markers.
Now, I noticed wherever he paid his respects, there was always a little shrine, or whatever you call it.
Everywhere except there, the unmarked grave.
Excellent.
Now, Mrs.
Henderson, one thing's obvious.
Koji knew all along where Brian was buried, but he never talked.
And I had to ask myself why.
And what was your answer? Well, for one thing, on the night Brian disappeared, Koji's daughter, Maru, just happened to be four months pregnant.
And I can prove that.
Can you? Oh, easy.
Medical records, birth certificate.
No problem.
Just what are you getting at, Mr.
Marshall? Well, I have to figure that Mr.
Henderson, your husband, would not have been too happy about a marriage between his heir and a pregnant Your point? I think the Henderson clan paid Maru off.
And then planned a convenient disappearance for dear Brian.
Now, I don't have it all locked up from that point on, but somebody didn't like what you were doing.
Perhaps Koji or Maru's brother or a secret society.
Anyhow, it changed your plans.
And you and Mr.
Henderson had a choice.
Either let it all hang out or buy some silence.
Buy silence? That would be a felony, Mr.
Marshall.
That would be a felony.
I suppose all this would make a racy book.
Oh, I think it definitely has possibilities.
But in order for me to get a really heavy advance deal, I'd have to drag your story through the media, TV, newspapers.
Would be messy.
You're in a messy business.
You know it.
I really don't have an alternative.
The book would bring in a bundle.
What you're saying is that our present arrangement is no longer satisfactory.
Well, let's say it doesn't fit the changed circumstances.
I see.
We'll fix that.
Today is the 9th? No, the 10th.
Mr.
Marshall.
Thank you.
Mrs.
Henderson, l What is this $96.
30? That's mileage, Mr.
Marshall.
Ordinarily, I pay 8 cents a mile, but with inflation, I thought 9 cents a mile would be more realistic.
I think it's your civic duty to report all your information to the proper authorities.
Otherwise, some little old lady might think that you were trying to blackmail her.
Your employment is terminated, Mr.
Marshall.
Now, we have a legal Hey, Chin.
What have you got? World's greatest author just announced a press conference.
- Marshall? Another one? - Right.
- When and where? - Tomorrow, city hall.
He promised some sensational new information.
He has, huh? Well, I've got some sensational information for him.
You're not a very good listener, are you, Mr.
Marshall? I beg your pardon? I thought I made it clear last time we met that we're investigating a murder.
And any information that you have, that in any way advances this case, I'll be the one to decide when and if it's to be released to the press.
You're referring to the press conference that I've called.
- I am.
- Well, suppose I tell you that it's all puffery, announced for effect.
Effect on whom? Shall we say, to help create interest in my forthcoming book.
Stop dancing, Mr.
Marshall.
I want the name of your informant.
Mr.
McGarrett, you've heard of the lawyer-client relationship.
I hope you haven't forgotten I'm a lawyer.
Are you telling me that your informant is now your client? Exactly.
It seemed like such a logical move.
Now, get this clear, counselor.
What you're trying to pull is a cheap shyster trick.
You're not licensed to practice law in this state.
Therefore, there is no lawyer-client relationship.
And before you call any press conference in the morning, you're gonna tell me everything you know about this case, or you're gonna go to jail yourself.
I'll give you until 9 a.
m.
In my office.
Is that clear? I'm looking for Mrs.
Paul Kanahele? - Is this her home? - Who are you? Williams.
Hawaii Five-0.
Maru's not here.
- When do you expect her? - I don't know.
Probably late.
Would you ask her to call us, please? - What have we got, gentlemen? - MacDougall from H.
P.
D.
Took over the tail around 7.
He says Marshall had dinner alone, came home at 10 and the lights went out 20 minutes later.
- Who found the body? - Maid.
Early this morning.
Place was ransacked.
Looks like he came home and found a visitor.
Yeah.
Got an approximate time of death? Doc Bergman says a little more than ten hours ago.
Which fits in with the idea a caller was waiting.
Yeah.
- Any decent prints? - Three sets, Steve.
Clear thumbprints and a sharp marking that looks like a glove.
That's interesting.
Ask Che to come down hard on that one.
What about the neighbors? Nobody heard anything.
There were people in and out of the complex most of the night, but MacDougall didn't recognize anyone.
There's a rear entrance we didn't cover.
Steve, these were stashed in the bedroom.
- They been dusted? - Yeah.
They must be protection copies.
There's two and three of everything.
- Who's this? - Could be Koji's daughter, Maru.
- Have you talked with her? - Only to her husband.
A big Hawaiian guy named Kanahele.
Well, what was Marshall doing with Maru's picture? Yeah, good question, Chin.
Let's ask the lady.
Duke, you stay here in case the lab comes up with anything.
Let's go gentlemen.
- What's that? - I don't know.
I'm not expecting anyone.
Anybody home? - Who is it? - Police.
What can I do for you? - Mrs.
Kanahele? - Yes.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
This is Officer Williams.
Yes, I've been expecting you.
Mrs.
Henderson said you might be calling on me.
Is your husband at home? Paul? Well, yes.
He's out in the back.
Oh, thank you.
Freeze.
Freeze.
Cuff him.
You're acquainted with Travis Marshall? - You're asking me? - Yeah, I'm asking you.
- What? What's wrong? - Just a minute, honey.
Yeah, I'm asking you.
I met him, yeah.
When did you see him last? I don't remember.
He was murdered last night.
Marshall was murdered? - Yeah, he was murdered.
- Oh, God.
Paul, what is this? What has he done? Why don't you ask him? I didn't kill anyone.
I don't know anything about a killing.
What was your business with Marshall? I asked you a question.
What was your business with Marshall? You give him these? They're mine.
Paul, how did Marshall get my pictures of Kimo? Answer me, Paul.
Were you at Marshall's apartment last night? Okay, I'll level with you.
He owed me some money, so I went to his place to collect.
He didn't answer the door, it was open, so I went in and there he was on the floor.
But I didn't kill him.
But you were his informant, weren't you? You put him on to this Brian Henderson thing, didn't you? For money.
Oh, Paul, you sold me out, didn't you? Oh, how could you, Paul? Why not? You lied to me about that phony marriage.
That kid's name is Henderson.
It's not Fowler.
No wonder that old bag keeps hanging around this place.
- I want a lawyer.
- Yeah, you'll get one.
Meanwhile, we're gonna hold you on suspicion of murder.
Read him his rights, Danno, and book him.
Mommy, what's the matter? Why are you crying? Hello, Mr.
McGarrett.
- Have a chair, Mr.
McGarrett.
- Thank you.
And tell me why you're here.
Well, there's some loose ends, Mrs.
Henderson.
I'd like to tie them up.
Does that mean the police have solved the case? We've made some progress.
Among other things, I think I know why your grandson was killed.
Your investigative procedures have improved.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
There are still some gaps in the story.
Perhaps you can fill them in for me.
For instance, the phone call that Brian received at the party the night he disappeared, was it from here? And Brian is the father of the little boy, Kimo, Maru's child? Is he not? Now, that's very easily established, blood tests and so forth.
Why don't you start at the beginning? It's going to come out at the inquest anyway.
Better that it comes out here from you.
Where to begin.
Brian and his problems.
After the loss of his parents, Brian couldn't seem to find a place for himself.
Not with his peers, not with his elders.
Psychiatrists have so many reasons and so few cures.
When Brian came to live with us, Koji was more of a parent to him than either Tom or I.
And he seemed to relate to Maru.
He was 22, she was 15.
We looked on them as brother and sister.
But he raped that little girl.
When my husband discovered it, he sent for Brian.
It was the night you speak of, the night of the party.
Brian came in, and he came right here to the study.
He didn't acknowledge me.
He didn't see me in the living room.
He was very tense.
I could hear my husband's voice.
That restrained but violent rage.
I came to the To the study door.
And Brian was pleading.
I remember every word.
He said, "She chased me, sir.
You won't believe it, but she did.
You don't think 15-year-old kids know about sex.
I just went along with her.
" Oh, and then he made some terrible accusations.
He accused Koji of plotting the entire thing in order to become a member of the family.
The argument went on and on.
The bitterness was indescribable.
And then I heard a shot, and I opened the door.
And Brian was lying on the floor, dead.
Please, go on.
Koji took the body to the cemetery.
Honor is an unmarked grave, is that it, Mrs.
Henderson? That's rather astute, Mr.
McGarrett.
Who shot Brian? Maybe he shot himself.
I don't know.
I never asked.
Mrs.
Henderson, you didn't ask.
May I suggest that you didn't ask because you didn't have to.
- You knew.
- What does that mean? Travis Marshall assumed that Koji killed Brian.
The outraged father with the violated child.
But there was only one person who dispensed justice in your household.
Your husband, Thomas Henderson.
He was the master.
He was the final and absolute judge in the matter between Brian and Maru.
What are you saying? I'm saying that your husband, Thomas Henderson, pulled the trigger on the gun that killed Brian and that you and Koji were aware of it.
You might have difficulty proving that.
Perhaps we might do much better with the murder of Travis Marshall.
His murderer is still alive.
- Is that an accusation? - Yes, ma'am.
Why would I kill Travis Marshall? Oh, I think he tried to blackmail you and everything you struggled so hard to keep hidden all these years, he threatened to make public.
- Should I call my lawyer? - I would.
You're not very experienced in murder and I think it will be very easy to establish that you were at Travis Marshall's last night.
This is Mrs.
Henderson.
May I speak to Mr.
Wilson please? I'll wait.
You make some excellent guesses, Mr.
McGarrett.
Do you have extrasensory perception? No, no, no, but I'm thinking of having it installed.
It could save a lot of time.
That's good.
That's really very good.
George, this is Agatha.
I'd like you to handle a criminal complaint for me.
The defendant? I believe I will be.
What is the charge, Mr.
McGarrett? Murder in the first degree.
It's murder in the first degree.
Sorry.
Hold it.
There it is.
I knew it'd be here.
Pictures.
Come on, get over here.
I want some pictures.
Now, just a second.
I want the exact time of discovery recorded on tape, This is Bob Simpson reporting for all-news radio from graveside with Travis Marshall, author of A Question For The Jury.
This looks like another one of your extraordinary discoveries, another great piece of detection.
How did you figure this one, counselor? Painstaking research.
You can read about it in my book.
Research and preparation.
Anything else? - I think that's all.
- Thank you.
There they are.
There they are, officer.
I told you.
I've been watching him from my house across the street and he's been coming here every day.
And when he showed up today with those gravediggers, I knew he was up to something.
How dare you desecrate this holy ground? Why don't you mind your own business, you old biddy? Don't you dare call me an old biddy.
Okay, folks, that's enough.
You're under arrest, mister.
What the hell for? Desecrating a burial ground.
Well, he made bail.
He called a press conference for noon out at the cemetery.
Has it been on yet? - After the commercial, Steve.
- Have you read his latest book? - No, why? - It wasn't too bad.
Can you read English, Chin? Only when it's translated into Chinese.
I made it to page 47.
Talk about ego trips.
Oh, hold it.
He's on.
Turn up the sound.
What would you call it, Mr.
Marshall? Harassment.
That's what I said.
Ever since I wrote this book exposing the inefficiency of the average police department, I have been subjected to harassment by authorities wherever I go.
Oh, come on.
Can you believe that? Look at that umbrella.
I applied for a permit to dig in this graveyard.
Now, I think I was turned down because I have information which might embarrass local investigative authorities like Hawaii Five-0.
Are you accusing Hawaii Five-0 of obstructing justice? Well, I was refused a permit to dig in this graveyard.
I can only guess why.
You wanna guess what the judge is gonna give you for desecrating a grave? Good for you, Aku.
Nonsense.
I will not be a party to any whitewashes.
If I have to commit a misdemeanor in order to uncover a felony, so be it.
Well, the question is, why this particular place to dig? It was an unmarked grave.
Yeah, what about the victim? I mean, what can you learn from a skeleton? Have you got any proof? Here it comes.
I stake my reputation on this.
The remains are those of the missing heir, Brian Henderson.
Well, gentlemen, with accusations like that floating around, we better know where we stand.
Brian Henderson disappeared seven years ago, Steve.
Right.
Well, let's dig out the files.
I wanna review the facts, all of them.
Right.
Someone to see you, ma'am.
- Mrs.
Henderson.
- Yes? I'm Travis Marshall.
You may have heard of me.
Enlighten me.
Why would I have heard of you? Well, this is the book I wrote about the Stoddard case.
I show how the police bungled the whole thing.
I've autographed it for you.
It's yours.
And you may have it.
Thank you.
I've been on all the big talk shows: Johnny Carson, Mike Douglas, Merv Griffin.
Mr.
Marshall, just exactly what are you getting at? Madam, may we speak privately? Kono, excuse us, please.
Take this into the library.
Yes, ma'am.
Please be brief.
A Question for the Jury has been such a major success that my publishers are pressing me to find another case to write about.
Something that will sell.
Continue.
Yes, madam.
Like the unsolved case of a bright young man, heir to a fortune, who simply disappears.
Do you know what happened to Brian? I've only been on the case for three weeks.
But you've heard about the remains that I've uncovered? Is there a positive identification? It isn't official, but take my word, it's your grandson.
Mr.
Marshall, just what do you want exactly? Well, I understand that you were never too pleased with the original investigation.
I can hardly be pleased with an investigation that went nowhere.
Exactly.
Just like the Stoddard case in California.
But I solved that one and I'll solve this one for you.
You are job hunting, Mr.
Marshall.
Well, let's put it this way.
I'm going to stay on the case no matter what.
But because of your interest, I thought that perhaps you might like me to be working for you, reporting to you, as it were, before giving anything to the media.
The estate will pay you $300 a day until further notice, provided that the remains are those of my grandson, and provided that any information you uncover is the property of this estate.
That's the Henderson house, or should I say estate? - Some folks know how to live.
- You bet.
The missing heir, Brian Henderson.
Disappeared seven years ago.
Kid looks wild.
Was he into anything? Not as a matter of record.
He was busted five times for what some folks call boyish pranks.
Poor man's felony is a rich man's prank, huh? Not bad, Steve.
Make a nice bumper sticker.
Thomas Henderson, old missionary family, last of the line.
Very strict, lots of gristle, very proud.
- Died three years ago, didn't he? - Right.
Agatha, Thomas' wife.
She and her husband reared Brian.
What happened to the kid's parents? Private plane crash.
The boy was about 5 years old.
Koji, one of Henderson's servants.
Was with the family for 40 years.
Last known picture of Brian Henderson.
- Hey, who's the chick? - Carol Chung.
Sexiest number in town.
That's the girl's house.
She was having a party the night that Brian disappeared.
He got a call about 9:00.
He said he'd be back in an hour.
That was it.
No one ever saw him again.
Okay, gentlemen.
That's it.
You know, whoever it turns out to be, we've got a skeleton on our hands with a lot of people asking questions.
Yeah.
Well, I've got a question of my own, Danno.
How come Travis Marshall knew just where that body was planted? - That's the cruncher.
- I think I'll go and ask him.
Let's not wait to see it on TV.
Excuse me.
McGarrett.
Five-0.
Five-0.
I've heard a lot about you.
- Come in.
- Thank you.
Glad to meet you, sir.
- Won't you sit down? - Thank you.
Get lost, Socking.
Cat hair all over everything.
I want to get rid of her.
Can I offer you a drink? Oh, no.
No, thanks.
Never use it.
- I know why you're here.
- Tell me.
The Henderson thing.
You wanna know what I know.
How I knew where to dig.
Sharp, very sharp.
How did you know, counselor? Anonymous phone call, would you believe it? But, of course, you have no idea who the caller was? Oh, not the foggiest.
Man or woman? Man.
A young voice.
But I get a lot of these calls.
I'm kind of a celebrity, you know? Because of the book and a lot of TV appearances.
Every kook in the country wants to share his secret with me.
I'll bet that's not all he wants to share.
I bet.
Exactly what did your anonymous caller have to say to you? Well, he didn't tell me where the body was.
But rather suggested a line of investigation.
Mr.
Marshall, I understand you're a lawyer.
I passed the bar examination in California, but I never really practiced.
Probably a flaw in my character.
I can't stand routine.
But you understand obstruction of justice, do you not? Are you planning to charge me? No, not yet.
And not if you share your information with us.
Well, let me say that my informant did not tell me where the body was interred.
I deduced that by myself.
A bit of creative thinking.
Now, I don't believe I'm obliged to tell you that.
I'm planning another book, you know? By the way, have you read my first? It's next on my list.
Would you like an autographed copy? No, thank you.
If your informant calls again, I expect you to refer him to me.
And if you plan any more press conferences on this matter, I'd like to be informed beforehand.
Good day, Mr.
Marshall.
Well, I hope you're not gonna get all shook up because a writer turns in a little sharp detective work.
Writers never make me insecure, Mr.
Marshall.
So many good books have been written in prison.
Yeah? McGarrett.
Steve, Doc Bergman just called.
He's made a positive ID on the victim.
It's Brian Henderson all right.
There's a nice clean hole in his skull, just about the size of a 0.
22.
Nice clean hole.
Must have been a steel jacket, huh? Had to be.
Doc, how about angle of entry or the distance the gun was fired from? - Can you determine that? - No way, not now.
How about time? How long was he in the ground? I'd say he was buried maybe five to seven years ago.
That's a two-year spread.
Depending on a soil analysis, it could vary maybe ten months one way or the other.
That could be two years and ten months.
Doc, I've got to figure that he was killed the night he disappeared seven years ago.
Is that gonna paint me into a corner? No, I think you can assume that.
It can't be disproved.
Good.
Excuse me.
Danno, I'm going over to have a talk with Agatha Henderson.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, no, you and Chin go out to that Japanese cemetery.
See if you can figure out how Travis Marshall put this thing together.
And, Danno, put a tail on Marshall, around the clock.
I wanna know who's feeding him information.
- Mr.
McGarrett to see you.
- Thank you.
- Mr.
McGarrett, may we talk here? - Certainly.
- Won't you have a chair? - Thank you.
You asked to see me.
I assume it's about Brian.
Yes, ma'am.
Were you surprised? No, Mrs.
Henderson.
I always believed that he was dead.
Well, then why didn't your people find the body? I guess we fail sometimes.
- At least, you're refreshingly honest.
- Thank you.
Mrs.
Henderson, did you have any reason to suspect that your grandson was murdered? - Murdered? - Yes, ma'am.
Brian was shot at least once, through the head.
I had no reason to suspect foul play, Mr.
McGarrett.
Mrs.
Henderson, we're not dealing with a mysterious disappearance now.
We're dealing with a murder.
And anything Anything that you can tell me might be important.
It is all on the record, and it is still very painful.
I know of nothing.
Except I hope this time that you are more successful in your investigation.
I intend to be.
We try to improve.
- Will that be all? - For now, yes.
Thank you.
You may want to know that I have hired someone on my own.
An eminent writer, Mr.
Travis Marshall.
Travis Marshall, an employee of the Hendersons'? Seems a bit out of character.
People with bad taste are very useful, sometimes.
Good day, Mr.
McGarrett.
Good day, ma'am.
Oh, one other thing.
May I assume that your husband also had no suspicions? - No idea who might have done this? - None that I knew of.
Thank you.
Kono.
Will you bring the car around, please.
Yes, ma'am.
Marshall was out here, what, eight times? At least.
And he took a lot of pictures too according to that lady across the street.
Of what? All the remains here are cremated, right? Yeah.
That's the Shinto custom.
Nobody comes here.
The last burial was 23 years ago.
So why does Travis Marshall come out here shooting pictures? Well, maybe he digs graves.
Look.
Who's that? That's the Henderson's old servant, Koji.
Wonder what that was all about.
Hello, Kimo.
Is your mother home? This is a helicopter.
Well, I knew that.
Hello, Paul.
Is Maru at home? She's out back.
Maru? Oh, Mrs.
Henderson.
- How are you? - Fine.
What a surprise.
I didn't mean to come in unannounced, but I wanna talk to you.
Of course.
- Please sit down.
- Thank you.
- Can I get you anything? - No, thank you.
Why does Paul always seem so angry when he sees me? Paul is an angry man.
I can't understand him lately.
You heard the news? About Brian, yes.
It seems so strange.
I'd always thought he had, you know, run away.
With my help? Well, I thought maybe Mr.
Henderson had banished him.
Mr.
Henderson felt very strongly about people who run away from their responsibilities.
He never would have helped Brian to escape.
Have you seen my father? No, not yet.
You know, Maru, I've always considered the possibility that Brian was murdered.
And that perhaps your father might have - Do you know what I'm saying? - Yes, Mrs.
Henderson.
Exactly.
Does Paul know who Kimo's father was? - Oh, no.
- Good, that was very wise.
Now the police may come to see you.
A Mr.
McGarrett.
Now, I don't want you to lie because I don't want you in any trouble.
Just don't say anything.
- Don't volunteer any information.
- Yes, Mrs.
Henderson.
I love you.
You take care of yourself.
You call me if there's anything you need.
The question is, how much does Koji know? Has he been paying his respects to that unmarked grave for seven years or just since Marshall dug it up? Well, if he's known all along, then he either committed the murder or knows who did it.
And he could also be the one who tipped off Travis Marshall.
Yeah.
But why should he remain silent all these years and suddenly open up to a man like Marshall? It doesn't make sense.
What was his story when he was first questioned? Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil.
Chin, why don't you go out alone and talk to Koji in the ancient manner.
See if you can find out if that old man is involved.
Right.
Marshall just left his apartment.
I'm on it.
Central, get me McGarrett.
- McGarrett.
- Steve, I've been had.
Yeah.
This case gets more interesting all the time.
Paul, you're gonna make yourself a bundle.
There's money all over this thing.
I got something coming now, right? Yeah.
But that's just for openers.
There'll be more.
This is gonna be big.
Now what about your wife's first marriage and annulment? What have you got on the guy, George Fowler? She won't talk about it.
Every time I ask her, she turns me off.
She married a George Fowler and it got annulled.
That's all she'll say.
- Do you want me to talk to her? - No, man.
If she knew I gave you the story I wouldn't mention your name.
We may have all we need right now.
Take a look at these.
It's all coming clear.
There never was a George Fowler.
Bet on it, because he's the father of him.
And to somebody in this juicy little story, that was a reason for murder.
Hey, brother, what happened? I went to Koji's house and the neighbor said the family was here.
My friend, I asked you a question.
Five-0.
It's old man Koji, he's dead.
- When? - I don't know.
Last night I think.
You are Shiru, right? Yes.
Who are you? Five-0.
We could talk later if you prefer.
Let's get it over with.
Out here.
The old man's doctor confirms the patient died of natural causes.
I still think they were in a awful hurry to have that body cremated.
The doctor signed the death certificate, Chin.
That makes it legal.
That little girl, the daughter looked about 10.
If that photo was taken 12 years ago, she'd be 22 now.
Why wasn't she at her father's funeral? I put the same question to Shiru.
He never answered it.
Danno, have you ever talked with her? I've never seen her.
She was just a kid, 15 years old, when Brian disappeared.
See if you can locate the girl.
I'd just like to know why she didn't attend her daddy's funeral.
Right.
And you refuse to tell me where these pictures came from? I will, later.
They do look alike.
No question, he's the father.
Now, these showed me where to dig.
I followed your old servant, Koji, to the cemetery at least ten times.
You have to be thorough.
See, the old man always ended up his gig at number nine.
Over there where there are no markers.
Now, I noticed wherever he paid his respects, there was always a little shrine, or whatever you call it.
Everywhere except there, the unmarked grave.
Excellent.
Now, Mrs.
Henderson, one thing's obvious.
Koji knew all along where Brian was buried, but he never talked.
And I had to ask myself why.
And what was your answer? Well, for one thing, on the night Brian disappeared, Koji's daughter, Maru, just happened to be four months pregnant.
And I can prove that.
Can you? Oh, easy.
Medical records, birth certificate.
No problem.
Just what are you getting at, Mr.
Marshall? Well, I have to figure that Mr.
Henderson, your husband, would not have been too happy about a marriage between his heir and a pregnant Your point? I think the Henderson clan paid Maru off.
And then planned a convenient disappearance for dear Brian.
Now, I don't have it all locked up from that point on, but somebody didn't like what you were doing.
Perhaps Koji or Maru's brother or a secret society.
Anyhow, it changed your plans.
And you and Mr.
Henderson had a choice.
Either let it all hang out or buy some silence.
Buy silence? That would be a felony, Mr.
Marshall.
That would be a felony.
I suppose all this would make a racy book.
Oh, I think it definitely has possibilities.
But in order for me to get a really heavy advance deal, I'd have to drag your story through the media, TV, newspapers.
Would be messy.
You're in a messy business.
You know it.
I really don't have an alternative.
The book would bring in a bundle.
What you're saying is that our present arrangement is no longer satisfactory.
Well, let's say it doesn't fit the changed circumstances.
I see.
We'll fix that.
Today is the 9th? No, the 10th.
Mr.
Marshall.
Thank you.
Mrs.
Henderson, l What is this $96.
30? That's mileage, Mr.
Marshall.
Ordinarily, I pay 8 cents a mile, but with inflation, I thought 9 cents a mile would be more realistic.
I think it's your civic duty to report all your information to the proper authorities.
Otherwise, some little old lady might think that you were trying to blackmail her.
Your employment is terminated, Mr.
Marshall.
Now, we have a legal Hey, Chin.
What have you got? World's greatest author just announced a press conference.
- Marshall? Another one? - Right.
- When and where? - Tomorrow, city hall.
He promised some sensational new information.
He has, huh? Well, I've got some sensational information for him.
You're not a very good listener, are you, Mr.
Marshall? I beg your pardon? I thought I made it clear last time we met that we're investigating a murder.
And any information that you have, that in any way advances this case, I'll be the one to decide when and if it's to be released to the press.
You're referring to the press conference that I've called.
- I am.
- Well, suppose I tell you that it's all puffery, announced for effect.
Effect on whom? Shall we say, to help create interest in my forthcoming book.
Stop dancing, Mr.
Marshall.
I want the name of your informant.
Mr.
McGarrett, you've heard of the lawyer-client relationship.
I hope you haven't forgotten I'm a lawyer.
Are you telling me that your informant is now your client? Exactly.
It seemed like such a logical move.
Now, get this clear, counselor.
What you're trying to pull is a cheap shyster trick.
You're not licensed to practice law in this state.
Therefore, there is no lawyer-client relationship.
And before you call any press conference in the morning, you're gonna tell me everything you know about this case, or you're gonna go to jail yourself.
I'll give you until 9 a.
m.
In my office.
Is that clear? I'm looking for Mrs.
Paul Kanahele? - Is this her home? - Who are you? Williams.
Hawaii Five-0.
Maru's not here.
- When do you expect her? - I don't know.
Probably late.
Would you ask her to call us, please? - What have we got, gentlemen? - MacDougall from H.
P.
D.
Took over the tail around 7.
He says Marshall had dinner alone, came home at 10 and the lights went out 20 minutes later.
- Who found the body? - Maid.
Early this morning.
Place was ransacked.
Looks like he came home and found a visitor.
Yeah.
Got an approximate time of death? Doc Bergman says a little more than ten hours ago.
Which fits in with the idea a caller was waiting.
Yeah.
- Any decent prints? - Three sets, Steve.
Clear thumbprints and a sharp marking that looks like a glove.
That's interesting.
Ask Che to come down hard on that one.
What about the neighbors? Nobody heard anything.
There were people in and out of the complex most of the night, but MacDougall didn't recognize anyone.
There's a rear entrance we didn't cover.
Steve, these were stashed in the bedroom.
- They been dusted? - Yeah.
They must be protection copies.
There's two and three of everything.
- Who's this? - Could be Koji's daughter, Maru.
- Have you talked with her? - Only to her husband.
A big Hawaiian guy named Kanahele.
Well, what was Marshall doing with Maru's picture? Yeah, good question, Chin.
Let's ask the lady.
Duke, you stay here in case the lab comes up with anything.
Let's go gentlemen.
- What's that? - I don't know.
I'm not expecting anyone.
Anybody home? - Who is it? - Police.
What can I do for you? - Mrs.
Kanahele? - Yes.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
This is Officer Williams.
Yes, I've been expecting you.
Mrs.
Henderson said you might be calling on me.
Is your husband at home? Paul? Well, yes.
He's out in the back.
Oh, thank you.
Freeze.
Freeze.
Cuff him.
You're acquainted with Travis Marshall? - You're asking me? - Yeah, I'm asking you.
- What? What's wrong? - Just a minute, honey.
Yeah, I'm asking you.
I met him, yeah.
When did you see him last? I don't remember.
He was murdered last night.
Marshall was murdered? - Yeah, he was murdered.
- Oh, God.
Paul, what is this? What has he done? Why don't you ask him? I didn't kill anyone.
I don't know anything about a killing.
What was your business with Marshall? I asked you a question.
What was your business with Marshall? You give him these? They're mine.
Paul, how did Marshall get my pictures of Kimo? Answer me, Paul.
Were you at Marshall's apartment last night? Okay, I'll level with you.
He owed me some money, so I went to his place to collect.
He didn't answer the door, it was open, so I went in and there he was on the floor.
But I didn't kill him.
But you were his informant, weren't you? You put him on to this Brian Henderson thing, didn't you? For money.
Oh, Paul, you sold me out, didn't you? Oh, how could you, Paul? Why not? You lied to me about that phony marriage.
That kid's name is Henderson.
It's not Fowler.
No wonder that old bag keeps hanging around this place.
- I want a lawyer.
- Yeah, you'll get one.
Meanwhile, we're gonna hold you on suspicion of murder.
Read him his rights, Danno, and book him.
Mommy, what's the matter? Why are you crying? Hello, Mr.
McGarrett.
- Have a chair, Mr.
McGarrett.
- Thank you.
And tell me why you're here.
Well, there's some loose ends, Mrs.
Henderson.
I'd like to tie them up.
Does that mean the police have solved the case? We've made some progress.
Among other things, I think I know why your grandson was killed.
Your investigative procedures have improved.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
There are still some gaps in the story.
Perhaps you can fill them in for me.
For instance, the phone call that Brian received at the party the night he disappeared, was it from here? And Brian is the father of the little boy, Kimo, Maru's child? Is he not? Now, that's very easily established, blood tests and so forth.
Why don't you start at the beginning? It's going to come out at the inquest anyway.
Better that it comes out here from you.
Where to begin.
Brian and his problems.
After the loss of his parents, Brian couldn't seem to find a place for himself.
Not with his peers, not with his elders.
Psychiatrists have so many reasons and so few cures.
When Brian came to live with us, Koji was more of a parent to him than either Tom or I.
And he seemed to relate to Maru.
He was 22, she was 15.
We looked on them as brother and sister.
But he raped that little girl.
When my husband discovered it, he sent for Brian.
It was the night you speak of, the night of the party.
Brian came in, and he came right here to the study.
He didn't acknowledge me.
He didn't see me in the living room.
He was very tense.
I could hear my husband's voice.
That restrained but violent rage.
I came to the To the study door.
And Brian was pleading.
I remember every word.
He said, "She chased me, sir.
You won't believe it, but she did.
You don't think 15-year-old kids know about sex.
I just went along with her.
" Oh, and then he made some terrible accusations.
He accused Koji of plotting the entire thing in order to become a member of the family.
The argument went on and on.
The bitterness was indescribable.
And then I heard a shot, and I opened the door.
And Brian was lying on the floor, dead.
Please, go on.
Koji took the body to the cemetery.
Honor is an unmarked grave, is that it, Mrs.
Henderson? That's rather astute, Mr.
McGarrett.
Who shot Brian? Maybe he shot himself.
I don't know.
I never asked.
Mrs.
Henderson, you didn't ask.
May I suggest that you didn't ask because you didn't have to.
- You knew.
- What does that mean? Travis Marshall assumed that Koji killed Brian.
The outraged father with the violated child.
But there was only one person who dispensed justice in your household.
Your husband, Thomas Henderson.
He was the master.
He was the final and absolute judge in the matter between Brian and Maru.
What are you saying? I'm saying that your husband, Thomas Henderson, pulled the trigger on the gun that killed Brian and that you and Koji were aware of it.
You might have difficulty proving that.
Perhaps we might do much better with the murder of Travis Marshall.
His murderer is still alive.
- Is that an accusation? - Yes, ma'am.
Why would I kill Travis Marshall? Oh, I think he tried to blackmail you and everything you struggled so hard to keep hidden all these years, he threatened to make public.
- Should I call my lawyer? - I would.
You're not very experienced in murder and I think it will be very easy to establish that you were at Travis Marshall's last night.
This is Mrs.
Henderson.
May I speak to Mr.
Wilson please? I'll wait.
You make some excellent guesses, Mr.
McGarrett.
Do you have extrasensory perception? No, no, no, but I'm thinking of having it installed.
It could save a lot of time.
That's good.
That's really very good.
George, this is Agatha.
I'd like you to handle a criminal complaint for me.
The defendant? I believe I will be.
What is the charge, Mr.
McGarrett? Murder in the first degree.
It's murder in the first degree.
Sorry.