Hawaii Five-O

Moe.

I hear you got some kind of deal.

I'm listening.

Johnny, Johnny, we got to talk so stiff?

Like corporation guys? Like lawyers?

You used to live in my house. We were like brothers.

Yeah. And now I got six blocks in waikiki, braddah.

So you got a proposition, spell it out, with numbers.

Business, always business.

Hey, Johnny, remember the first job we ever pulled in '42?

You tripped on that burglar alarm, and I got you out.

Big deal... $62.20.

You told me $60. You made off with 2 bucks, Johnny.

You made it up to yourself more than once.

Johnny, you've been away from family too long.

To Steve mcgarrett, Hawaii five-o,

from Johnny resko, walina street, waikiki.

Think of this letter like a voice from the dead.

You'll receive it only if I've been double-crossed

by piro manoa, who I am going to meet tomorrow.

If I don't come back from this meeting,

my friends will put this letter in the mail.

In it, you'll find enough facts and proof

to put manoa away for life and throw away the key.

I know it all, 'cause him and me were like...

Brothers.

So if manoa knifes me in the back tomorrow,

this letter to you, mcgarrett,

is my way of reaching up from the grave

and pulling him down with me.

The original of the resko letter, John,

and two copies for your assistants, Mr. Drummond...

Mr. Lahani.

This letter was received in my office at 9:06 this morning.

We checked the handwriting.

The signature matches exactly the police record of resko.

He hasn't been seen on the street in two days.

The first page sets forth his reason for writing

and his fear of a double-cross by manoa.

We don't get to the meat of the accusation until page two.

'In 1968, piro manoa shot Anna ryoto to death.

'I can prove this three ways.

'One is the gun that manoa paid to have dumped in the ocean.

'But I paid more.

'The gun is in a steel box in a safe in my apartment

'at 22 walina street.

Combination of the safe is left 86 three times...'

And so forth and so forth.

'Two... a tape recording of Ann ryoto,

'begging manoa not to kill her,

'promising to give him back the $60,000 she owed him.

'This tape is in the attic of my brother's beach house

'on the windward side of the island near halieva,

'on the beach road.

'Three... an eyewitness to the killing...

'Sylvia Chang, a hustler, 14 hotel street.

'She used to work for Anna ryoto.

'She was in the next room, hiding, when Anna...

'Got hit.

'Sylvia's plenty scared, but she's a junkie.

'Keep her off a fix for a day and she'll crack.

'If this letter reaches you, mcgarrett,

'it means I've been hit.

'The sooner you get manoa,

the better I'll rest in my grave.'

It's signed 'Johnny resko.'

Evidence like that is almost too good to be true.

How long have we been trying to nail manoa... six, seven years?

Now, all of a sudden, he's handed to us...

In a beautiful Christmas package.

Maybe. It could be an empty box.

Then I suggest we open it up right away

and find out, but under strict ground rules.

Go ahead, Steve.

That we go for this evidence immediately

and that nobody outside this room

be told the contents of the resko letter

until after the raids.

I'm sorry. It's not possible.

We have to obtain warrants before you can move.

But you can see judge kalehi in chambers, can't you?

Yeah. Grand jury probe can be delayed.

The warrants can be done by lahani, drummond, and myself.

Personally. No secretaries.

Yes, can be done.

Duke, you'll work this one with us.

To nail manoa? My pleasure.

Very well. We'll stay here and wait for the warrants,

then we'll hit all three touch points fast.

Okay, uh...

Simultaneous raids at exactly 2:45.

You all know what to do.

Che.

Open up. Police.

Open up!

All evidence destroyed before we got there...

the tape...

The gun, a human being.

The implications are not pleasant

to contemplate, governor.

All right, Steve, let's have it.

Outside of the people in this room,

nobody knew what we were going after. Nobody.

Hold it, Steve, hold it. Are you accusing my staff?

It's got to be somebody on your staff...

Or mine.

Not necessarily.

There was a judge who signed the warrants.

Judge Arthur kalehi...

former presidential assistant,

past president of our bar association.

The idea's preposterous.

I had other matters to discuss with the judge

after he signed the warrants.

I was with him from the time he signed them

to the time the raids were over.

I can verify that he contacted no one.

Wasn't there another officer with you?

Yeah. Officer Fred puleo. I took him as an extra gun.

He didn't know where we were going

or what we were looking for.

That brings us back to the people in this room.

There's one other possibility, sir...

someone else who knew what was in that letter.

Who's that?

Whoever mailed it.

Interesting theory, but it doesn't wash.

If that guy didn't want the evidence known,

he would've never mailed the letter.

He did mail the letter. It got to your desk. Sealed?

Sealed. It came by registered mail.

I signed for it myself.

Who photocopied it?

I did.

No secretaries? No file clerks?

Nobody else saw the letter,

by my own instructions.

Nobody but the people in this room.

What's the answer, Steve?

All right, for starters,

complete security check of everyone in this room,

everyone who had access to the resko letters.

You investigate our staff, we investigate yours.

You agree to that?

With one provision...

that I personally be investigated along with my men.

You can count on that, braddah,

and I expect the same.

Well, governor, do we proceed?

So ordered.

Uh, hi, mcgarrett. Uh, Duke.

I-I'm just getting something notarized.

I think I'll walk.

Wonder what that little pigeon is really after.

You just check the books. They're beautiful.

And you can tell the company that.

I'll tell them what I find, Mr. Manoa.

They'll make their own evaluations.

Mr. Manoa.

Runny.

You're eating. I'll come back later.

No, no, that's okay, runny.

Private, maybe?

I guess not.

Runny grose, say hello to the lady.

Miss Simpson, runny grose.

Twice a year she comes by,

shines a little light in my house, audits the books.

I just got back from you-know-where.

They're running around like chickens without heads

trying to figure where the leak is.

As if they could, huh, Mr. Manoa?

Yeah.

But they won't 'cause only three people know...

me, the leak, and you,

carrying messages back and forth.

Three people, runny.

May I remind you of the cable you received today, Mr. Manoa?

I didn't forget, miss Simpson.

'Change of market situation

requires immediate liquidation of r.G. Holdings.'

Hmm...

R.9.

That means you, runny.

What does it mean?

It means we don't like odd numbers.

Punch up 'mcgarrett, Stephen j.'

School records, 1944.

Close-up, final grade... biology.

All right, gentlemen, it took exactly 17 seconds

for the computer to select and display that information.

Do you have the releases prepared, John?

Yes, right down to the commas.

Where's Ben kokua?

He'll be here.

These releases give us permission

to delve into every aspect of your lives.

Nobody is bound to sign, but when you do,

you will be giving up all rights to privacy.

Nothing will be sacred to the computer, and I mean nothing.