Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Ko'olauloa - full transcript

Mr. Tokura,
would you kindly look this way?

There are rumors
Steve McGarrett's going to produce

a surprise witness against you.
Any comment?

Any witness Mr. McGarrett
and his state police unit produce

will be against me.

Then you know
about the surprise witness?

I know Mr. McGarrett.

What about
the attorney general's charge

that you're head of organized crime
in Hawaii?

I've been charged before.

Everything from double-parking
to fixed cockfights.



We're all aware of that, sir.
But the question is...

Then perhaps you are also
aware of the fact

that I am head of Tokura Imports,

a legitimate business?

Tokura Imports, period.

He's shot!

All hell's broken loose.

Tokura's all right.

Mr. Tokura, what just happened here?
Who did it?

Did what?

Please, gentlemen. Please.

I mustn't keep
the Crime Commission waiting.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a most incredible series of events

has just taken place
in this crowded courthouse.



Mr. Tokura,
surrounded by his bodyguards,

apparently shot to death
by an assassin.

The assassin shot down
as he tried to escape,

and Tokura all right.

HAWAII 5.0 1x04 "SAMURAI"
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Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, nothing but the truth,

- so help you God?
- I do.

Mr. Tokura,

I should like to take the liberty

of assuming that as an intelligent
and well-read man,

one who has been a resident
of these islands for many years,

you're not totally unaware

of the reason
why this hearing is being held.

It is an investigation into the nature of,
and the personalities involved in,

the major areas of crime
in our state of Hawaii.

We have some questions
to propound to you, Mr. Tokura.

And we intend
to get the answers to them.

Your compliance and cooperation
would be most deeply appreciated.

Mr. Tokura,

do you know a certain
William Boroff,

alias Willy Brown, alias...?

I respectfully refuse to answer

on the grounds
of possible self-incrimination.

Mr. Tokura,

may I finish, please?

I did not mean to interrupt counsel.

There are two more aliases,
one of which just might ring a bell.

I promise to listen very carefully.

- Alias Thomas Grable...
- Steve, something's very wrong.

Alias William Rhodes.

Have you ever known anyone...?

She was fine all morning,
till about a half an hour ago.

I've sent for a doctor.

Mary?

You just relax,
I'll ask for a postponement.

No, I've waited long enough.

I wanna testify.

You sure?

I have to.

I have to.

I respectfully refuse to answer

on the grounds
of possible self-incrimination.

Senator Harada,

at this time I would like to interrupt
the questioning of Mr. Tokura

in order to present
to the commission

a very important witness
for the state.

Very well, counsel.
Call your next witness.

The committee now calls
Miss Mary Travers.

Is the witness present?

Is the witness
Mary Travers present?

I promise I'll be all right.

You're a lot better than all right, lady.

Would you raise
your right hand, please?

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you, God?

I do.

Full name, Mary Ellen Travers?

Yes.

From January 1967
through July 1967,

will you tell us the name
of your employer?

From January...

Maybe it's just nerves.

Up to a few hours ago,
she was fine.

Well, you were employed
as a bookkeeper for Mr. Tokura,

were you not?

I was employed.

I worked for him.

Would you briefly outline
your responsibilities?

My responsibilities?

Well, you were one

of several bookkeepers
and accountants, were you not?

Yes.

Is it not true that the nature
of Mr. Tokura's bookkeeping system

made it impossible

for any one bookkeeper to get
a complete picture of his operation?

I am sorry.

For a period of time,

you had absolutely no knowledge
of the kinds of business

which your employer operated,
did you?

No, I...

I had no idea.

And until one day, quite accidentally,

you were handed
a set of books, secret books,

which revealed
your employer's interest

in such things as narcotics,
prostitution...

Object.

Counsel will refrain
from leading his witness.

Now, Miss Travers, will you kindly
tell us in your own words

what you believe to be pertinent
to this investigation?

Suppose we start morning,
April 7th, 1967.

I'm sorry, I...

When you reported for work
the morning April 3rd, 1967, you...

I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

She's dead.

How? How did they get to her?
How did they do it?

- How do I know?
- Well, you should know, you're a cop.

It was your job to protect her,
to keep her alive.

Your job. I put you in charge.

You want me to say I blew it?
All right, I blew it, I blew it.

Look, Steve,
I was with her every second.

When I wasn't there,
Chin Ho or Kono was.

Nothing, nobody got close to her.

The food she ate,
one of us tasted it first.

If she wanted a candy bar
out of a machine, I took the first bite.

Sorry, Danno.

Think I got something, Steve.

- Go.
- The guy who hit Tokura yesterday,

Japanese passport
issued last week.

Gives his occupation
as a factory foreman.

We checked it out
with the Tokyo police.

Factory foreman
comes 3,000 miles to kill Tokura?

Why?

What else?

Got here yesterday
on Flight 906 from Japan.

Went right to the courthouse,
didn't even bother to check into a hotel.

No, doesn't figure.

Let's do a rundown
on friend Tokura, huh?

Go ahead, Danno.

- Born stateside, San Francisco.
- Family.

One daughter living in Honolulu,
strictly jet-set.

- Wife, deceased.
- Any link to Japan?

Nothing.

Now, an attempted murder,
then a murder.

Any connection?

For openers, all doc's been able
to give us is her heart stopped beating.

We don't even know for certain
it was murder.

She was murdered.

- What do you got?
- A big fat goose egg.

The lab came up clean.

- No prints?
- Nothing.

However, we do have here
one Japanese Nambu.

Eight millimeter.

Common.

One knife, not common at all.

Also Japanese.

Last batch, boss.

Report from H.P.D.
Broad daylight hit on Piikoi.

Professionals with shotguns.
Killed two enforcers.

According to report,
practically cut them in half.

Tokura didn't wait very long, did he?

Nope. You want us to arrest him?

Not yet, We gotta prove it.

Let me try something.

Hawaii Five-0.

One moment, please.

It's the man.

Governor? Yes, sir.

Yes, on my way.

These depositions, you've got to...

Go right in, McGarrett.

- He's waiting for you.
- Thanks, Milly.

Sit down, Steve.

There's terrible violence in our land.

In our state.

It has to be stopped.

- The hit on Piikoi?
- Yes.

Your sources are fast and accurate.

Not too much happens around here
that I don't know about.

I believe it.

Tokura?

Well, sir,
I don't like to prejudge a man,

but that's the way we figure it.

Can you prove it?

The way Tokura operates?

Not a chance.

What happened, Steve?

You had a witness.

An airtight case.

How did he get off the hook?

Give me a couple of days,
I'll let you know. I don't know now, sir.

Precisely what
the attorney general said.

I told him that's not good enough.

Now, I'm telling you,
that's not good enough, Steve.

Steve, you and Five-0
have done a superb job for this state.

And I'm on record.

One of the smartest moves I've made
during my tenure as governor

is to select you as head
of our state police unit.

But this violence, this killing,
must be stopped.

Tokura has to be brought to justice.
It has to be done.

Yes, sir.

Please keep me informed.

Very well, sir.

Steve.

Thank you.

Five-0.

Open.

You made
one big fat mistake, Tokura.

Your muscle wiped out
the wrong heavies.

A rather puzzling observation,
Mr. McGarrett.

Those two gambling goons
your boys knocked off,

they didn't write the contract on you
outside the hearing room.

This was responsible.

Samurai, ancient order
of Japanese knighthood,

fanatic principles of honor.

The code of Bushido.

Very enlightening.

But may I ask what this
has to do with me, Mr. McGarrett?

Well, we found this on the guy
who ventilated your suit.

Now, take a look.
Nice slender blade.

Makes it easy for a Bushido
to gut himself

when he fails on a mission.

You know, honorable tradition.

Then another Bushido comes,

and another and another,

till the mission's accomplished.

Always is.

Level with me, Tokura.

Why are they after you?

- I'm the only one who can help you.
- How touching.

I am sure you stay up nights
finding new ways to help me.

Yeah, I'll help you
right into Oahu prison.

But in order to get you there,
I've gotta keep you alive.

To get me there, McGarrett,

you have to dig up, so to speak,
another witness.

By the way,
how did the poor girl die?

She was murdered.

Poisoned?

While in your custody?

Why, that is absolutely shocking.

Nobody said anything
about poisoned.

You did say she was murdered.

And since I heard no shots,
saw no knife wounds,

I assumed poor Miss Travers
had been poisoned.

Clever.

But here I am helping you
and you came here to help me.

How would you keep me alive,
Mr. McGarrett?

We're state police.

Five-0 operate
with the local police units

on all seven islands.

We can seal airports, harbors.

We can make certain
that no more of those hatchet men

set foot in Hawaii.

Key men reassigned.

Thousands of dollars spent
and all for me.

How very generous of you,
Mr. McGarrett.

I'm always generous,

especially to people
who volunteer information.

Such as?

Narcotics, gambling, prostitution,

the book.

By the way, Tokura,
what goes for you in Japan?

Very well, Mr. McGarrett.

About Japan.

Quite recently,
I saw an excellent Fu Manchu movie.

That's Chinese, no?

So it is. Wrong again.

And if you have paid more than 2.95
for that poor imitation samurai knife,

you were shamelessly cheated.

I suggest you call the police.

Just give me the punch line,
Papa-san.

My most exquisite daughter,

may I present Mr. Steve McGarrett,
illustrious head of Five-0,

and one of the great
unsung comics of our time,

my daughter Deedee.

If you have pressing affairs elsewhere,
Mr. McGarrett,

we will quite understand.

As a matter of fact, I have.
I'm about to order a medal

for the next Bushido
who comes to chop you down.

Well, McGarrett?

- Crystals?
- Go.

- Poison?
- Clever cop.

I can't believe it.
We were with her every minute.

Every drop of water,
every bite of food...

The murder weapon.

Mary Travers' lipstick.

Tasteless, odorless, deadly.

- Tridectine?
- Newer. Procnine derivative.

No known antidote.

And do you know where we got
Mary Travers' cosmetics?

In her desk in Tokura's office.

This figures.

I offered Tokura a deal.

Price just went up, now it's murder.

How? So far we haven't been able
to make a traffic ticket stick.

First-degree murder, I promise you.
Thanks, doc.

Okay, Tokura, you hollered cop.

What do you want?

I made him call you, Mr. McGarrett.
Made him.

I said if he didn't ask
for police protection...

Don't, Deedee, don't.

- I'd shoot him myself
and end the waiting.

Or now that you're here,
why don't you shoot him?

Don't, baby, don't.

Mr. McGarrett
couldn't make his case in court,

so he's going to stand around
with his hands in his pockets

until they get Tokura.

Guilty or innocent,

this upright lawman
couldn't care less.

Look, spare me, huh?
Spare me, Tokura.

By the way, I should thank you

for helping us
solve the Mary Travers murder.

She was poisoned,
just as you guessed.

Somebody planted it in her lipstick.

One we found in her desk
in your office.

Would have killed her instantly
anytime,

only she never used the lipstick
till the day of the hearing.

Another case you can't prove
in court, Mr. McGarrett.

- We'll prove it.
- You will keep him alive, won't you?

Why don't you get some sun?

You've been looking rather pale
these days.

Why does the Bushido
want you dead?

I have never known a Bushido.

I have never done anything
to offend the Japanese.

You're wasting my time, Tokura.

Mr. McGarrett.

I swear to you
that I am telling the truth.

All right, we'll find out.
Born in San Francisco, right?

- On Fillmore Street.
- Came to Hawaii when?

1939.

Almost two years to the day
before Pearl Harbor.

What did you do
when you got here?

I worked, Mr. McGarrett.

Twelve, 13 hours a day
in the sugar fields.

Then came the war.

And the order that all Japanese
are to be interned.

It didn't matter
that you were American-born and bred.

After Pearl Harbor, you were a Jap.

An Army truck came to pick me up
at the farmhouse where I had a room.

And there, I jumped out a window
in back of the house,

and ran cross-country
through the fields,

two soldiers running after me.

I got away.

To where?

A point near Koko Head.

I waited until dark,

then I stole a boat and slipped
through the Navy patrol to Molokai.

Big caves in that island.

Lots of pineapple,
plenty of fish in the water.

And after the war,
you went into business,

Tokura Imports.

Dealers in refugees,

women, drugs and gambling.

You never give up, do you?

Never.

Any of your various business
enterprises take you to Japan?

- No.
- Look, you level with me, Tokura.

I swear to you that I have never
been in Japan in my life.

Stay down.

You go that way.
You go this way.

Get down.
Get down behind that wall.

Get up the hill, both of you. Go.

McGarrett! McGarrett!

Help!

Help, McGarrett!

Bushido!

Stay down.

My God.

- No.
- Dad!

Stay back.

Don't touch that body.

- Oh, no.
- Easy.

- Oh, no.
- Easy now.

Steve?

Finished.

Ain't pretty.

A shotgun looking down his throat,
didn't figure it'd be pretty.

- Any prints?
- Got whatever there was.

Okay, load him up.

Airport and harbors sealed.

Nobody gets off the rock
without our getting a close look.

Did you check Tokura's story?

Born in San Francisco,

he came to Hawaii in '39,
like he said.

- What about internment records?
- None.

How about trips to Japan?

Checked with State Department
and with Immigration.

Tokura's never been
outside the U.S.

Check, check and double check.

Yet the Bushido put him
on their death list. Why?

- Kono.
- Yo.

I want Tokura's mug shots and prints
telephotoed to Tokyo police.

And send a set to the FBI.
Ask them to check for an alias.

- What do you got, Steve?
- Hunch.

Come on, give.

All right.

Tokura alive,

his ring fits so tight,
he can't even twist it.

Tokura dead,
they move the body and it slides off.

May, what's the biggest coffeepot
they got in the building?

- Twenty-two cups.
- Steal it.

- But it's in the governor's office.
- Steal it.

Done.

Thanks.

- Four-ninety-five.
- What's that?

This girl I met from Cleveland.

Kumu.

- Really nice, just one catch.
- Always is.

She wants me to teach her the hula.

McGarrett.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, okay, thank you.

FBI, that check
through to Washington, nothing.

No alias, nothing.

Now it's up to Tokyo.

So I gave her lesson number one.

And she says, "Not realistic, brother.
Next time put on a hula skirt. "

Like it's hanging
next to the cashmere jacket.

So where do I get a hula skirt?

I head down for Kalakaua Avenue,
picked one up for 4.95.

I hope there's a punch line.

Four-ninety-five, like for a hunk
of plastic made in Hong Kong.

Mr. McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett, cablegram,
Tokyo police.

Thanks, May.

"Photos and fingerprints
sent this office under the name Tokura.

Identification made positive.

Name of subject, S. Yamashito,
lieutenant, Imperial Navy.

Served on board kamikaze submarine,
Pearl Harbor, 1942.

Killed in action."

- Five-0.
- Yes, sir.

Still goldbricking, eh, chief?

Come down to re-enlist again,
huh, commander?

With that honey-barge chow
you serve?

Not a chance.

- Have some diesel oil.
- Thanks.

You were here
during the hit on Pearl in '41, huh?

You know it.

Remember those two-man subs,
those midgets,

they tried to sneak
through the nets at Pearl?

Suicide subs, sure.

Small enough to get through the nets,
enough firepower to sink a destroyer.

- How many torpedoes they carry?
- Two.

But at point-blank range,
who could miss?

Remember one that was raised
off Molokai a couple of years ago?

Wire services and magazines
played it up big.

Remember it very well.

You know, the torpedoes
in that baby were never fired.

How come?

I think we found the answer
in the chart room.

A skeleton with its head bashed in.

- Collision?
- Could be.

But I've always doubted it.

You see, there was only
one skeleton, commander,

and those
were two-man submarines.

Thanks, chief, still hasn't changed.

Tommy.

Deedee.

Sit down.

This is gonna come as a shock.

What I'm gonna say
may seem impossible,

but I want you to hear it anyway

because I'm 99 percent sure
that I'm right.

Yes?

I think your father's still alive,
Deedee.

Alive?

That's what I think.

But how? We saw...

We saw a man killed
in your father's house.

Face blown apart.

He was your father's build,
wore your father's clothes.

Only one thing didn't fit,
not even close.

His ring.

Deedee, you don't even know
your father's real name.

He was a Japanese naval officer.

He abandoned his submarine
during the war,

lived in a cave on Molokai.

This sounds like a nightmare.

We think he found
somebody else in that cave.

A young Japanese-American
hiding from U.S. Internment.

The real Tokura.

What happened to him
is anybody's guess.

But this much we know.

- You know?
- Yeah.

After the war,
your father came back to Honolulu

and assumed
Tokura's name and identity.

He went into business,

married your mother.

Then some scuba divers
found a submarine.

It was raised.

An international magazine
did a story on it,

the Bushido picked it up.

Figured out what happened.

Even after all that time?

Deedee, your father knew
there was only one way to escape.

Make them think he was already dead.
But he needed a witness for that.

A reliable witness.

One who could testify
he saw your father dead.

Who better than me,
head of Five-0?

I was his pigeon.

And somebody
who looked like your father,

somebody whose name
we may never know,

was murdered right over there.

No.

That's why he changed his will
at the last minute,

left instructions
to be cremated immediately.

You're sick, Mr. McGarrett.

You'll mourn for a couple of weeks
then you'll go to Europe to forget.

- With the help of 2 or $3 million.
- A sick cop.

Until he's ready to turn up
and take it away from you.

My father loved me.

Sure he did.

But he loved himself more.

Whatever.

Whatever.

My father would never hurt me.

Never.
Not for all the money in the world.

How much
would you bet on that, Deedee?

What do you mean?

Would you bet a million dollars
that I'm wrong about your father?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. McGarrett, yes.

Thank you for coming.

I'm certain
you all know Miss Tokura.

I called this press conference

because she has a statement to make
that's of great import to the university.

Miss Tokura?

I know that giving money
is not the best way to right a wrong,

but wrongs have been done.

At the moment, money is all I have
to give toward righting them.

And so, I will start by donating,

in the memory of my father,
Leonard Tokura,

the sum of $1 million
to the university.

My father is dead.

There are things
I've just learned about him.

Things that I want to make up for.

My money's in the pot,
Mr. McGarrett.

Now, what?

We wait.

Hi, boss.

Hi, Chin.

May left to have her hair done.

Said she'll be home by 8
if you need her.

Thank you.

Come in when
you get a chance, huh?

Steve McGarrett, Five-0.

Get me Mobile Unit 3,
will you, please?

Yeah, right away.

Danno, anything?

Not a thing, Steve.

I've hit the shops
on Kalakaua Avenue,

took a little spin up
up Hibiscus Drive.

Right now,
it looks like a two-hour wait

outside the Japanese theater
on Mauna Kea.

Why don't you get one of the H.P.D.
Boys to spare you for a while?

I may do that. Probably
grab a bite and head for the jail.

See if they picked up
anybody interesting

in that narco raid on Hotel Street.

Give me a call when you're through.
I'll pick you up at the theater or H.P.D.

Right.

How do you figure the odds
on your Tokura bet?

I'll let you know.

Only one thing worries me.

What's that?

- Bushido.
- What about them?

Well, I don't know very much
about this samurai jazz,

but if Tokura is dead, there's one
member of his family who ain't.

Do you think they might hit the girl?

Like I said,
I don't know about those kooks.

Just thinking, that's all.

We got a 24-hour guard on her,
haven't we?

We also had a 24-hour guard
on Mary Travers.

McGarrett.

On my way.

Deedee, it's all right.

All right, my darling.
Don't be afraid. I am not a ghost.

I had meant to reveal myself to you
in a less dramatic way.

A letter from a mutual friend
containing certain hints.

Next, a visit from an emissary.

Those were my plans.

I am deeply sorry.

I saw you on television.

The gift to the college,
most generous.

Most foolish.

But of course,
you thought I was dead.

You let me think it.

The check, was it certified?

If not, we still have time
to stop it Monday morning.

Well, was it?

Was it certified or not?

How could you?

I said I was sorry.

For days...

Days, you let me think
you were dead.

It was the only way that I could live.

Now, the check.

Was it certified or not?

It was not.

Now, then,

I'll be leaving in a moment.
Here is what you must do.

On Monday morning,
stop the check.

Then buy a ticket to Geneva
on the first flight.

When you get there,
go to the Swiss Hotel

and register
under the name of Goro.

Remember, Goro.

I'll contact you there.

- No, Dad.
- Deedee, there is no time to waste.

I'm not holding you here.

What has gotten into you?

The truth, Father.
Maybe just a very small hunk of it.

- But enough to...
- Who told you?

I needn't ask.

Mr. McGarrett.

It was Mr. McGarrett, wasn't it?

He showed me how to have
peace of mind for only a million dollars.

A million dollars?

The gift to the college was his idea?

His idea.

A trap for me.
You helped him lay a trap for me.

You're hurting me.

I thank you, my daughter,

from the bottom of my heart.

Heart?

What heart?

Whatever you think, whatever I did,

I did it for you.

I wish you'd had at least
enough dignity not to cop that plea.

- Deedee.
- Don't say anything else.

Please.

McGarrett!

Looks like Tokura lost his bet.

Not by much.

All we could get him for
was illegal entry.

So far.

She's not coming, Tokura.

She will.

She will.

No matter how you've tried
to poison her mind against me,

she will say goodbye.

Got a present for you.

I am touched.

A going-away present?

It might be a fan from Hong Kong

in appreciation of all you've done
for these people.

Or a tiki god
carved of Hawaiian koa.

A gesture of thanks
for your contributions to these islands.

Might even be a samurai knife.

Aloha, baby.

Bushido.

- Bushido.
- Yeah.

- And another and another and another.
- McGarrett, McGarrett.

- Give me a break.
- Sure.

Same break you gave
Mary Travers, huh?

- You can't let them...
- You wanna make a bet?

All right, all right, anything you want.

The books, the entire operation.

No deal. The price went up.
Now it's murder.

No capital punishment in Hawaii.
All they can do is put you away for life.

As I said:

"Aloha."

I killed her.

McGarrett!

I killed Mary Travers.

Get him, boys.

Beautiful snooker.

Remind me
never to bet against you.

Confession is good for the soul.

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