[CROWD GASPS]
Tell me, how did a cheap hustler like Mik Chandler
get an invitation in the first place?
Look, I want 50,000 traveling money and I want it now,
or I blow this whole setup.
I'm sure you'll do everything in your power to recover the mask.
I don't know how they figured this out so fast, but it isn't gonna stop us.
- Nothing's gonna stop us. - Mik, this is wrong.
I'm a cop, and when something like this happens,
it makes me wonder about the lack of security
that allowed it to happen in the first place.
It's elegant, Mr. Miles. Very elegant.
It's amazing. Look at that workmanship.
The credit belongs to your wife. She's a tireless worker.
She certainly is.
Let me show you some more of the collection.
ALICIA: Impressed, Mr. McGarrett?
Impressed? I'm overwhelmed. I've never seen anything like this.
- You're Mrs. Warren, aren't you? - Alicia-
I understand, uh, that you're largely responsible
for our having this exhibition here in Honolulu.
I like to think I contributed.
Contributed? That's an understatement, isn't it?
Haven't I read, someplace, that you're an accomplished artist?
[CHUCKLES]
I dabble. Paint, uh, mostly sculpture.
Well, one of these days, maybe you can have an exhibition of your own.
Heh, not here.
The curator doesn't think very much of my work.
I had an exhibit when I lived in Portland, Oregon.
I'm afraid it wasn't very successful.
Isn't there an old cliche about no one being a prophet in his own hometown?
Ah.
Piéce de résistance
Look at that, will you?
Can you believe it's over 3,000 years old?
It's breathtaking. Can you imagine what Howard Carter must've thought
when he saw that for the first time?
I'd like to do you sometime.
Perhaps a bronze.
A cop immortalized in bronze? That's unheard of.
Lead maybe, or concrete.
We're most fortunate to have the collection here.
- Uh, I'm sure, sir. Excuse me. - You bet.
Excuse me, Mr. McGarrett. I'm leaving.
So soon?
Well, it's your show, not mine, hmm?
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
As curator, I invite you to join me in a salute to Alicia Warren,
who brought us the magnificent treasures of Tutankhamen.
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
And to her husband, Bart Warren, for his continued support.
Well, I guess Bart's left. Anyway, to all of you,
friends of the museum.
I'd like to apologize for my husband.
He hasn't been himself lately.
No need to apologize to me.
A warning, then.
When I was a little girl, my father spoiled me something awful.
I always got what I wanted.
Warning duly noted.
Thank you.
Will you excuse me? I have a phone call.
This guy lifted your wallet.
- Okay, let's have it. MAN 1: Have what?
My wallet. Hand it over.
MAN 1: Are you crazy? - I want my wallet.
[CROWD YELLING]
You lousy pickpocket!
MAN 2: Break it up.
Stop that man.
Check that area.
- Anyone come through here? - No, sir.
See that no one does.
Find Miles, and then call H.P.D.
McGARRETT: Okay. Come out.
Come out. You're under arrest.
Put the mask down. Carefully.
Turn around.
Kimo?
Okay, turn him over to H.P.D.
MILES: Oh, thank God.
Take that to my office and secure it.
He must've been out of his mind to think he could get away with that.
He might have. I'll be at the office if you want me.
All right.
Mr. Miles, how could a thing like this have happened?
Well, unfortunately, Mrs. Warren, there are people in this world
who have no respect for other people's possessions.
Do you realize the position I would've been in
if that mask had been stolen?
Do you know what I went through with the State Department
to arrange this exhibit?
You wouldn't have been the only one to suffer.
Another incident like this,
and I will personally see to ii that you are replaced.
Do you understand?
Perfectly, Mrs. Warren.
Suspects name is Mik Chandler.
He came here about five years ago with 10 bucks and a Surfboard.
- Heh, okay. - He's still got the Surfboard.
Uh, he was busted once for possession of marijuana,
another time for using stolen credit cards.
Turned out the credit cards belonged to a married woman
who, uh, refused to press charges.
Sounds like a typical Waikiki hustler, Danno.
Seems kind of stupid, though.
Thinking he could snatch something like
-the Tut Death Mask. - Stupid?
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
McGarrett.
Oh, yes. Put him on, please. Hello, Mr. Warren.
Uh, my wife told me what happened.
I certainly appreciate what you did.
Well, that's very kind of you to say so.
Uh, well, I'm curious.
Uh, did the thief, uh, tell you anything about--?
I mean, did you get any information out of him?
No, not yet.
Hmm. Well, if you do, Mr. McGarrett, I'd appreciate your telling me about it.
- I'd-- - Alicia, Mr. McGarrett.
[OVER SPEAKER] I've been so on edge all afternoon.
Is it possible for Five-0 to take over the security at the museum?
Uh, Mr. Miles has his own security, uh, arrangements, Mrs. Warren.
I have no right to interfere.
I don't trust Mr. Miles.
I feel he's totally incompetent.
Well, if he asks for help, we'll survey the museum
and make some security recommendations.
Now, if you'll excuse me, goodbye, Mrs. Warren.
Alicia is really angry with that museum director, isn't she?
Maybe it's because he doesn't appreciate her sculpture.
Hell hath no fury like a society sculptress scorned.
[LAUGHS]
That's an old-time, abysmal alliteration, Danno.
Tell me, how did a cheap hustler like Mik Chandler
get an invitation in the first place?
And what would he have done with a priceless treasure
like the Death Mask of Tutankhamen?
Good question.
Who would buy an internationally known artifact like that?
Oh, there are lots of rich collectors who'd pay any price
for a unique piece like that, Danno, no questions asked.
But to get back to Chandler, someone had to put him up to it.
Why don't you go over to H.P.D. and have a chat with him?
Right.
Oh, come on, Chandler.
- You can do better than that. - It's like I told you.
I found this invitation and once I got there,
well, something came over me when I saw all that gold.
- Kind of an impulse? - Yeah, an impulse.
- Gold turns you on, huh? - Yeah.
There's lots of gold in that exhibit. Uh, rings and necklaces,
- but you went for the mask. - That's right.
Because somebody told you to go for the mask.
Who told you, Chandler?
Who set it up? Who got you the invite?
Heh, what's the big sweat? You guys got the thing back, didn't you?
You know something? You're not very smart, are you?
I get by.
Grand theft could send you away for a long time.
Why take all the heat alone?
Pfft. Few years? Who cares?
Hey, it was like you said, it was an impulse.
Room 6.
[LOCK BUZZES]
Thanks, AI.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
I'd like to arrange bail for someone. His name is Mik Chandler.
You can get the information inside, Room 104.
Thank you.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Hi, brother.
- How are you? - Okay.
I think the, uh, problem was with the dimmer in the exhibit hall.
Check that out thoroughly, huh?
Good morning, Mr. Miles.
Morning, Morgan.
Heard you had some excitement around here, huh?
Oh?
Yeah, it was on the radio.
Somebody tried to steal the King Tut mask.
Well, fortunately, he failed.
Yeah. Hard to see how anyone could get away with something like that.
DANNY: Steve? - Yeah, out here, Danno.
- Any luck? - Nothing from Chandler himself.
Says he found the invitation and acted on impulse.
But I got this message on the way in.
Somebody went his bail. Five thousand dollars in cash.
A street punk like Chandler worth 5,000 in cash to someone? Who?
- Who could it be, Danno? - Shouldn't be hard to find out.
Danno, before Chandler smashed that glass case and took that mask,
there was a disturbance. Something about a stolen wallet.
It's not Chandler's style, picking people's pockets.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I just remembered something.
Just before that, I got a useless phone call.
Suppose Chandler did it to create a diversion.
- What? To gain time? - Exactly, he needed time.
You said that Chandler claimed he acted on impulse?
- Yeah. - Creating a diversion
doesn't go with an impulse theft, Danno.
That theft was very carefully planned.
Luana, will you call the museum, please?
Tell Mr. Miles that I'd like to see him before they open. It's very urgent.
- Mik? Mik? - Hmm?
What's the name of the game we're playing with that trash truck?
Remember when you used to play hide-and-seek?
- Yeah, I remember. - Well...
JILL: Well, just what are we seeking?
The secret riches of the ancient pharaohs, my love.
You make it sound more like the Riddle of the Sphinx.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Hey, don't lose that guy.
I still don't understand what this is all about.
Well, bear with me, please. Please.
Now, I lost sight of him for no more than a few seconds.
Just time enough for him to duck in here.
Is this door normally locked?
No. Only since the exhibit started to arrive-
Chandler could have had a key.
Well, even if he had a key, Danno,
he didn't have time to unlock the door.
I was too close behind him, and the mask was unwieldy.
- Could you open the door? - Certainly.
He was hiding behind this case.
Now,
I ordered him out, and he was carrying the head.
I told him to put it on the desk, which he did.
Now, has anything been removed from this room today?
No, other than these trash cans
which were replaced about an hour ago.
Tsk. I don't know.
Let's go back to the exhibit hall, Mr. Miles, huh?
- Back to the beginning. - All right.
Beautiful.
How old was he when he became pharaoh? Eleven? Twelve?
Actually, he was 9.
Would you unlock the case, please?
Uh, turn off the alarm.
- Mr. McGarrett, what're you doing? - Just a minute, please.
Steve, it's solid gold.
It's 24-karat gold leaf over solid lead, Danno.
No. It can't be fake.
But it is, Mr. Miles. It most certainly is.
DANNY: Chandler must've switched it while he was in the storeroom.
Mr. Miles, you said the trash cans were picked up
about an hour or so ago?
- Yes. - Danno,
call the City Sanitation Department and--
Not city. it's a private company.
- The Alamoana Trash Company. - Very well. Check them out, Danno.
Get the name of the man who made the pickup and his route.
DANNY; Right.
Uh, Mr. Miles, uh, who had access to that storeroom?
Well, I have the only key.
But it wouldn't be difficult for a thief to get a master.
No, it wouldn't be difficult.
Mr. McGarrett, I'm a professional.
But when something like this happens,
it makes me wonder if there isn't some validity
to the curse of the pharaohs.
Well, I'm a cop,
and when something like this happens,
it makes me wonder about the lack of security
that allowed it to happen in the first place.
Yes, Steve, I understand.
His name is Mik Chandler. Yeah.
You'll find his dossier on my desk.
Luana, Chandler's file, please.
Someone put up Chandler's bail, Duke. I wanna know who it was.
I want a name and an address.
Five thousand in cash.
Heh, that's right, 50 big ones.
And, Duke, put out an immediate all-points bulletin on Chandler.
Wanted for suspicion of grand theft.
Will do.
It might help if I knew what I was doing here.
Hon, you're here because I'm here.
- Mik, where did you get the money? - Hmm?
The $5,000 you gave me to get you out of jail. Where did you get it?
And how did you know ahead of time that you were going to be in jail?
Jill, just trust me, okay?
Chief, we got the disposal truck's route.
We're closing in on it now.
McGARRETT [OVER RADIO]: Good, Danno. Keep me posted
[SIREN WAILING]
REPORTER [ON RADIO]: We interrupt for a bulletin
from the news room. The Death Mask of Tutankhamen
has been stolen.
The priceless treasure, part of the exhibit
currently on display at the museum.
- Oh. - Mik?
[SIGHS]
No.
That's why we've been following that truck?
That's what you meant when you said that you're--
- Jill, take it easy. - No.
- No, we can't. - We can and we will.
- Don't let me down now. - But they'll be looking for you.
Man, I don't know how they figured it out so fast, but it isn't gonna stop us.
- Nothing's gonna stop us. - Mik, this is wrong.
What we're doing, it's wrong.
Hey. Nothing is gonna happen to us. Okay? Believe it.
[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]
Now, come on. Let's go.
Let's go, Jill.
I appreciate your telling me.
But I don't understand.
You say that you have the thief in jail?
That's right.
Well...
- Mr. McGarrett, ha, ha. - Mr. Warren.
[SCOFFS]
Well, welcome to the gallery of rogues.
Heh. Count them. One. Two. Hmm? Three.
Alicia's rogues.
Uh, that is, the ones she admits to. Well, she had to.
She married them.
And now yours truly makes four.
- You're drunk. - Heh.
I'll buy that, heh.
Oh, good luck, old man.
Just watch out you don't become number five.
Mr. McGarrett came here to tell me the Death Mask has been stolen.
Oh.
What, again?
I'm afraid so, Mr. Warren.
I'll tell you what.
Ask Miles.
You know, Miles, the curator of the museum.
Be just the kind of thing that he'd do.
- To get even with Alicia. - That's absurd.
She tried to get him fired, you know that?
The man's incompetent.
Because he told her that her work was third-rate.
Not even second-rate.
Third-rate, hmm? Ha, ha.
[DOOR OPENS]
I'm afraid I owe you another apology.
- Not me. - Thank you very much for coming.
I'm sure you'll do everything in your power to recover the mask.
And, uh,
I'd still like to do you sometime.
Sometime.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- Sit tight. I'll be right back. Okay? - Okay.
MIK: Hi. Good morning, sir.
MORGAN: Hi there. MIK: How're you?
Listen, I'm from the museum and we disposed of something by mistake,
and, uh, I was wondering if I could take a look in here, huh?
- You from the museum? - Yeah.
Ah, yes, yes. There it is.
The curator will be quite pleased about this.
Now, wait a minute.
How do I know you're from the museum?
- I told you, didn't I? - Yeah, but how do I know?
Show me some identification card.
ID? Yeah, sure.
[GRUNTS]
[GASPS]
No. No. Mik! No!
Mik!Mik!Mik!
You killed him! You killed him!
Mik!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Mik.Wait.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
We got a murder one here, Steve. No doubt about it.
McGARRETT [OVER RADIO]: Trash man?
The trash man.
Medical examiner's made a preliminary exam.
Said death was caused by a blow to the head.
No sign of the weapon yet.
Could be anything here. There's lots of junk.
Better add a suspicion of homicide to that APB on Chandler
it's already done, Danno. What about the mask?
Looks like Chandler beat us to it. There's no sign of it.
Chandler's gotta move fast now. But he's an amateur.
Take an H.P.D. unit and stake out his apartment.
He may be just dumb enough to show up there.
Yes, sergeant. Thank you.
What've you got, Duke?
A young woman named Jill Baker went Chandler's bail.
I got an address.
How do you read it, Steve?
Well, whoever organized that theft
had to obtain a copy of the mask good enough to fool a lot of people,
including some experts.
- You said Mrs. Warren sculpts. - That's right.
But it would take a first-rate artist to make a model and cast it in lead.
That curator, Miles, taught sculpting at the university.
- Miles? - I checked it out.
And Mr. Warren has enough money to commission someone to do it. Hmm.
- Luana. LUANA [OVER PHONE]: Yes, sir?
Uh, call H.P.D. and have them send a backup unit to
Jill Baker's apartment at 219 C Waleakala, please.
LUANA: Right away, sir: - Yeah, thank you, right away.
Let's go.
MIK: Let me get rid of this thing.
JILL: Don't you realize what you've done?
- I don't wanna hear it, Jill. - You killed a human being.
The man probably had a family, a wife, kids.
I don't care about his family, or his kids. What about us, huh?
Mik, if only you'd told me before you got mixed up in this.
Jill, this is a game. You know? A game.
It's rigged against people like you and me.
We gotta fight just to stay alive.
That's all gonna change now.
You're gonna have everything that you ever wanted.
Right now I just wanna disappear.
We're gonna be rich. We're gonna have so much money--
Forget about the money. Run while there's still time.
Uh-uh, no way.
I've been pushed around all my life. This is my shot.
You've been pushed around.
I lost the only other person in the world who cared about me.
You're all I have left.
You're not gonna lose me.
That's my gal.
Let's go back to my apartment.
No, that's no good. They'd tie you and me together with the bail money.
Don't worry. I got a plan. Let's go.
Jill? She's a sweet little thing.
No monkey business.
Pays her rent promptly.
- Does she have a regular job? - I don't think so-
She said she'd come into a small inheritance.
What about friends or boyfriends?
Well, there is a young man. Surfer-type.
When did you see her last, Mrs. Evans?
This morning. She went off in that little car of hers.
Nothing, Steve.
Could you describe the car?
Well, it's about two or three years old.
Brown Mustang.
That's, uh, Miss Baker's mail, I believe.
Yes, I believe it is.
Telephone bill here, Duke. Uh, put out a want on that car.
Get a warrant and have the postal inspector open this.
I'd like to know what calls she's made in the past month.
If you hear from her, I'd like you to give her this.
All right.
And thanks for your cooperation, Mrs. Evans.
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I got it. Only, things have changed.
I had to waste the truck driver. Because he saw me, that's why.
How come the cops found out about the switch so fast, huh?
You know, that wasn't supposed to happen either, you know.
Look, I want 50,000 traveling money and I want it now,
or I blow this whole setup.
Hey, if I go down, I'm not going down alone. You got that?
Okay.
One hour.
Where? Where?
Yeah, yeah, I'll have it with me.
You just have the cash. Okay? Yeah.
It's all set.
Mik, now please listen. I--
It isn't gonna work. I just know it isn't gonna work.
Yes, it is. But there's something I gotta do first.
Look, Jill, there's someone else in on this, and I just set up a meeting.
Then?
Then we split this place for keeps.
And we checked Chandler's pad. Talked to maybe a dozen neighbors.
Didn't get much.
Landlady says he pays his rent on time, in cash.
I did get one impression, though, Steve.
What do you mean, an impression, Danno?
Well, I got the feeling that Chandler knows how to hustle the ladies.
[PHONE RINGS]
Williams.
DUKE [OVER PHONE]: Is Steve there?
Yeah, Duke, what do you got?
DUKE: About the Baker girl's phone calls.
Local to Chandler's apartment, the cleaners, an employment agency
Long distance to Portland
- Portland, Oregon? - Yes.
Turns out to be a storage company
that's been holding a few things in storage for Jill Baker.
Personal effects. Some furniture.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I think Alicia Warren mentioned that she came from Portland, Oregon.
Duke, I hate to do this to you,
but go home, pack a bag, get on the first flight to Portland.
I'll call ahead for cooperation.
Those personal effects might prove interesting.
- Will do. - Right.
[SIGHS]
You know something, Danno?
[SIGHS]
Jill Baker's landlady swears she's a decent girl.
Now, how does a decent girl get mixed up with a bum like Mik Chandler?
- Each to his own taste. - Yeah.
Luana? Get me the chief of police, Portland, Oregon, please.
And you better call, uh, person-to-person.
It's after 6 there now.
[GUNSHOT]
JILL: Mik? Mik!
Mik!
Mik! No!
No! Mik!
[SOBBING] Mik! Mik!
She was hysterical when they brought her in.
We had to sedate her.
McGARRETT: I'd like to talk to her as soon as possible.
Not a chance till tomorrow morning.
McGARRETT: Very well. Thank you, doctor.
DANNY: Steve. - Yeah, Danno?
- Get anything? - Well, she's under sedation.
What's the report on Chandler?
Medical examiner said he was shot at close range. Thirty-two caliber.
Found Jill Baker's purse in the car at the scene.
- Huh. - And this.
Uh, car registration. I traced it to the dealer.
He took her other car in trade. Brown Mustang.
Let's see what's in this.
Bankbook.
What is it?
McGARRETT: Oregon driver's license, two years old,
with a Portland address.
Uh, turn this bag and its contents over to H.P.D., Danno.
- And sign for this. I'm gonna keep it. - Right.
Besides, what would my motive be?
Money. Satisfaction.
Satisfaction?
The satisfaction of ruining Alicia Warren's exhibition.
Either of those will do.
Well, obviously, I can thank Alicia's vindictiveness for this conversation.
She couldn't get me fired, so she put you up to this.
Just a second, Mr. Miles.
Let me correct any erroneous impression you might have.
Nobody... Nobody puts me up to anything. Is that understood?
Mr. McGarrett, the next time you wanna talk to me,
you can call my lawyer.
Contacting your lawyer will be the second call I'll make.
The first will be to the U.S. attorney to obtain a warrant.
[PHONE RINGING]
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a phone call.
- McGarrett. - I realize it's terribly late,
Mr. McGarrett. Alicia Warren. I just heard the news.
Someone shot that young man who stole the mask.
I hope you recovered it.
Not yet, Mrs. Warren.
But you must have some idea.
Well, the standard phrase is, we're working on it.
Is that what you want me to tell the State Department,
that you're working on it?
Mrs. Warren, we're making every possible effort to recover the mask.
That's all I can tell you now. Good night.
[PHONE RINGS]
- McGarrett. - Steve.
I'm at the storage-company office in Portland-
I just went through Jill Baker's things here, and I came across something.
- What is it, Duke? - A photo taken 15 years ago.
The date's on the back. There can't be any mistake.
The woman is definitely Alicia Warren.
Good work, Duke. Good work. Wrap it up.
- How's the weather in Portland? - It’s not Hawaii.
Well, then come on home to some sunshine. Good night.
And then he threw the iron bar in the ocean.
You said you met Mik Chandler here in Honolulu.
When was that, Miss Baker?
When I first arrived from Portland, about three months ago.
I see. You had $5,000 you used
to make bail for Chandler when he was charged with grand theft.
Now, that's quite a lot of money. Where did you get it?
- Mik gave it to me. - Did he tell you where he got it?
No.
He didn't tell me anything,
except to be there with the money because it was important for him
to get out of jail fast.
I didn't know why.
Then it was on the radio about the mask being taken from the museum.
You must understand, he was going to give it back.
- What, after he killed the trash man? - He didn't mean to do that.
You don't know Mik.
He's kind, gentle, caring.
It's over. He's dead.
I don't care what happens to me now.
I don't feel like talking about it any more.
Really? You were an accomplice to a vicious, senseless murder.
You watched a man beaten to death.
In fact, you planned to run away with this kind, gentle, caring man,
and now you don't wanna talk about it any more?
Talking about it, helping you won't bring Mik back.
No, it won't. But talking about it might help us
put your lover's murderer in jail.
And helping us could do a lot more good than pills
through the sleepless nights of your life.
All right.
What do you wanna know?
Does the name Edgar Miles mean anything to you?
Sounds familiar. I'm not sure.
Tell us about your mother.
Your mother is Alicia Warren, isn't she?
- How did you find that out? - Does it matter?
My father was her first husband, the first of many.
Does she know you're in trouble?
I haven't spoken to her or seen her in two months.
Would you like me to call her now?
Heh, why? She doesn't care what happens to me. She never has.
She's never cared about anyone except herself.
- Then why did you come to Hawaii? - My father died last year.
I didn't know what to do, where to turn.
I came here hoping she might have changed.
But 15 years hadn't changed a thing. Not one single thing.
DANNY: Where does Mik Chandler fit in this?
Mik and I were in love. He was going to take me away.
I had to believe in him, Mr. McGarrett.
He was all I had.
Sure.
Sure. Danno, let's go. Thank you.
What do you think, Steve?
Let's go see the Warrens, Danno.
I think the answer might be there. It's a hunch, but I'd like to play it.
[BART YELLING]
BART: Are you crazy? ALICIA: Oh, stop it! Stop it!
BART: This is what you want? - No! Oh, stop it, you fool. Stop it!
No! No! No!
Stop! Stop! Bart!
MAID: Help! Help!
There's a terrible fight going on. Hurry, there's a fight going on inside.
DANNY: I'll take the front. McGARRETT: Good.
ALICIA: Stop it! No more! No!
Stop it!
BART: Let me go. Hey. Hey.
- What's going on here? - We didn't send for a policeman.
I tried to stop him.
You said you came to settle with me once and for all.
And as for my dear husband, he's out of his mind.
I told him I was through, and he went crazy.
Heh. Yeah, that's right. Crazy.
You know, McGarrett,
it's hell being in love with a woman
whose only interest is making a fool of you.
In your case, it didn't require much help.
I went along hoping I could change things.
I thought" But no.
And now, nothing will change her.
Right?
- Where are you going? - Leaving.
If it's any business of yours.
Oh, I think it's my business, Mr. Warren.
I came here to tell you that Jill Baker is under arrest
for complicity in the theft of the mask.
- Jill? - That's right.
She's also facing a possible homicide charge.
She's admitted being with Mik Chandler when he killed a man.
Mik lied to me.
What do you mean by that, Mrs. Warren?
Tell him, Alicia.
- Did you know Chandler? - We both knew him.
She knew him well.
He was Jill's friend.
BART: He was your friend until Jill got here.
That's why you kicked her out.
You were jealous of your own daughter.
Who are you to talk about jealousy?
That's all I've ever known from you. Ever.
Blind, crazy jealousy.
It wouldn't surprise me if you killed Mik Chandler.
Heh, and I suppose I conspired with him to steal the mask, huh?
Well, whoever did obviously put up the bail money.
Now, $5,000 wouldn't be difficult for a man in your position, would it?
Is it time for me to call my lawyer?
McGARRETT: No, I don't think so, Mr. Warren.
I don't think so. I-- I don't think you'll need a lawyer.
- I have a theory. - What theory?
A theory that someone conspired with Mik Chandler
and put him up to stealing the mask.
I'm not sure why. Money, perhaps.
Or kicks, as they say today.
Or maybe, uh, someone wanted to own a priceless art treasure.
Or maybe a way to preserve a relationship with a younger man.
A much younger man.
Who was on the verge of rejecting an older woman for a younger lady.
Perhaps even her own daughter.
Now, if that older woman was consumed by vanity,
as well as anger and jealousy, uh,
what do you think she would do, Mrs. Warren?
You tell me. I have no idea.
Are you suggesting my wife killed Mik Chandler?
Well, let's explore that possibility.
What happened, Mrs. Warren?
Did he demand more money than you agreed to pay him?
Or, uh, were you afraid he'd reveal your complicity in this?
When authorities accuse people of crimes,
I believe it's customary to have some evidence.
Not only customary, essential.
Uh, is this, uh, lion's head completed?
Uh, no. Not yet.
And this one, uh,
it wasn't even started last time I was here, was it?
Is that important? She's working on a matching pair.
Oh, is she? Huh.
Tell me, how can she sculpt a matching pair
before she finishes the first one?
Unless...
Unless the match isn't important, and this one is already finished.
Already sewing a purpose.
Huh, Mrs. Warren?
Look familiar?
You must admit, the copy I made of the mask was exquisite.
Mr. Miles was wrong about me, wasn't he?
About your work? Yes.
Yes, he was.
The copy you made was certainly first-rate.
About you as a human being?
Book her, Danno. Murder one.
Uh, the full details of which are included in the accompanying report.
Period.
Uh, and may I suggest, governor,
that you, uh, see the Tutankhamen show before it closes?
Sign it, "With respect," and, "Aloha. McGarrett."
And, Luana, get that over to the governor's office
first thing in the morning, with Danno's report.
DANNY: Steve. - Yeah, Danno?
Good night, Luana. Thank you.
When do I have to have this report ready?
I promised the governor he'd have it in the morning.
- First thing in the morning? - That's right.
I'm only halfway through.
- Look at the brighter side, Danno. - What brighter side?
When you've finished,
you'll have completed the most brilliant piece of police work you've ever done.
Uncovering the real curse of the pharaohs.
- Which is...? - Paperwork, Danno.
Paperwork.
[DANNY LAUGHS]