Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 1, Episode 14 - Up Tight - full transcript

(tires screeching)

Do you know who she is? No.

A tourist from that observation
point spotted her and called in.

Can we get a net under her?

Police Rescue's
sending one right out.

Did she say anything? Nothing.

Hey.

Hey.

Got a heck of a
view from up here.

See that island over there?

That's Molokai.



Crazy.

How about if I come
down and join you?

No! You get away!

No, I've gotta do
it all by myself!

All right, all right,
I understand.

No, you don't understand.

You don't understand.
You've gotta love everybody.

You... ( psychadelic
theme playing)

Oh!

Oh, listen.

Listen.

Oh, heaven, that's beautiful.

Oh, that's the
music of the stars.

Oh, groovy.



It... (sobbing)

Talk to me.

Will you talk to me?

If you're up there
somewhere, talk to me.

Please?

I know you're up
there, I know you are.

Just talk to me. No!

Look at me. Look up here.

This is the way
for you. Up here.

Reach my hand.

I'll help you.

I'll take you there.

That's it, reach up.

Take my hand.

That's it. That's it.

Here.

Reach up.

What?

What?

Oh, God, yes.

Oh, yes, Father, yes.

Yes, I'm... I'm coming.

No!

( upbeat surf theme playing)

STEVE: Eadie Hastings, age 18,

female, Caucasian, deceased.

Her estate, one
wallet containing $3.20,

lipstick, tissues,
address book and these.

Three little
homemade-type pills.

Five will get you ten.
They're a methamphetamine.

Speed.

Whatever it was,
she was as far out

as anyone I've ever seen.

You're up pretty tight, Danno.

Why not?

She reached out her hand to me.

I was inches from
grabbing her. Inches.

Let's keep the next
one from slipping away.

Yeah.

Question, boss. Go.

We got a jumper. We got speed.

This gonna be Five-0's bag

instead of Narcotics at H.P.D.?

Three high school
kids on Molokai

beat a harmless
derelict to death

because they thought
he was the devil.

Another kid on Maui killed a cop

because he thought he
was looking at him funny.

All on speed.

These islands are beginning

to bust at the
seams with this stuff.

And for every tripper turned in,

there's a dozen still
roaming the streets

or driving cars or motorcycles.

That answer your question?

Yeah.

But there's no distribution
center, no main pusher.

Nope. It's cooked
up in sinks, bathtubs,

out of 2-buck chemistry sets

by kick-happy kids who
wanna turn on the world.

Well, who turned
on Eadie Hastings

is the only thing that
concerns us right now.

Check her friends,
acquaintances, boyfriends,

anybody who ever knew her.

And check out every name in
here upside down and sideways.

I'll talk to her parents.

"If this book should ever roam,

"box its ears and send it home.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Eadie Hastings."

All right, so she took
drugs, but she's dead now

and there wasn't anything
we could have done about it.

STEVE: You could
have come to us.

Maybe we can help somebody else

with your cooperation,
Mr. Hastings.

Do you have any idea
who might have started

your daughter on drugs?

If I knew that,

do you think I'd
be standing here?

That's your job, isn't it?

To find out who's supplying
these innocent kids.

To find them and put them away.

Yes, it is our job.

Then why aren't you doing it?

We're trying. We're trying.

Now, do you know when
she might have started?

No.

But whoever it was,

whoever did this to
Eadie, you find him

because he killed her.

He killed my little girl,

and somebody's
got to pay for it.

Mrs. Hastings,

we found an address book
in your daughter's handbag.

Name of Donna
Wales was underlined.

Does that name
mean anything to you?

Donna is...

Was Eadie's best friend.

Can you tell me
something about her?

Oh, Donna's a
lovely girl, just lovely.

She wouldn't know
anything about taking drugs.

No more than Eadie would have...

No more than Eadie would.

STEVE: Miss Wales?

Maybe.

I tried the front door,
nobody answered.

McGarrett, Five-0.

Fuzz.

Fuzz.

Can we talk?

What about?

Eadie Hastings. She's dead.

Yes, I know.

Why not let her rest in peace?

She was your best
friend, wasn't she?

Well, maybe that's because we
respected each other's privacy.

You did know she was hooked?

Hooked?

Yeah, she was a user.

(clicks tongue):
Eadie taking drugs?

What do you think
pushed her off that cliff?

Oh, well, you see, I think
she jumped to get out of it.

But you're such a rock in
this rotten establishment,

you couldn't understand
that, could you?

Yeah, this rotten
establishment's

really kicked you around.

This is where my family lives.

It's their scene, not mine.

Look, Miss Wales,
I'm here for information,

information that might help
a lot of other kids like Eadie.

Oh, and how would you help them?

Would you use the
end of a nightstick

or the end of a gun barrel?

You've been reading
too many leaflets.

Have I? Yeah.

There are other ways
and all of them better

than the way Eadie
died, high on speed.

You know, it's funny.

Your best friend is dead

and you can help us
find out why and how,

but you couldn't care less.

That's pretty cool,
baby, pretty cool.

( funky jazz theme playing)

David. Oh, David, I'm
frightened. I need you.

Five minutes after
you left her house,

she came tearing
out of her driveway

like you could smell
burning rubber clear to Maui.

Headed straight for
David Stone's pad.

I ran a check on him, Steve.

Professor David Stone.

Kicked out of a
mainland university

for turning half the
student body on.

All in the interest
of science, no doubt.

No doubt. He was handing
out experimental drugs

like they were bubble gum.

Was he ever charged?

Oh, yeah. They
nailed him but good.

He was allowed to
resign from his post

for conduct
unbecoming a teacher.

Professor David Stone.

Let me break open a
couple of eggs for you.

No, thanks.

Coffee?

Let's get back to
Eadie Hastings, huh?

You're not concerned about
sharing my meager larder?

There's plenty.

Eadie Hastings?

Wonderful girl.

Beautiful child.

You knew she was on drugs?

I knew she was
searching for who she was.

For light, joy,
the vision of truth,

the central experience.

By turning on and tuning out?

Out of the rat race?

Sordid little games you
people play and call life?

Yes, Mr. McGarrett,
dropping out.

Is that what you taught Eadie?

There are no teachers in
my profession, Mr. McGarrett,

only friendly guides.

Mutual participants in
the search for insight.

And you were Eadie's
friendly guide, huh?

My humble pad, my
meager experience

are here for anyone
who chooses to use them.

That wonderful, beautiful
child killed herself.

No, Mr. McGarrett.

The stinking, rotten society,

your establishment, killed her.

She was shot full of speed,
her brain so scrambled

she thought she
could walk on a cloud.

That's not my responsibility.

I told her.

I tell all my children,

never take a trip
without a guide.

But this time, Eadie took a
few too many speed pills, huh?

I wouldn't know.

Or maybe she shot
it intravenously?

I wouldn't know.

And she decided to trip alone.

Is that the way you
figure it, professor?

Don't try to entrap
me, Mr. McGarrett.

I have no idea how, where,

or from whom Eadie got
the dosage of speed, acid,

or whatever it was
that freaked her out.

And for myself,

I fortunately reached
the central experience

without the use of chemicals.

But as a professor of chemistry,

you could whip up a
batch of acid or speed

on a moment's notice?

Huh?

(chuckles)

A man would be a fool
or a saint to break the law

in order that others might
catch a glimpse of God.

Is that what Eadie
was trying to do

up on that ledge?

Catch a glimpse of God?

I wouldn't know.

But she was one of your
children and she stepped off.

Or did you push her, professor?

I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry for
what happened.

But there can be
detours, roadblocks,

unfortunate accidents,

even when one is
taking the right direction.

Was that Eadie's
right direction,

300 feet straight down?

You've been a charming

and stimulating breakfast
companion, Mr. McGarrett.

And I've truly
enjoyed our little

philosophical conversation.

But next time, bring a warrant.

I'll do better than
that, professor.

I'll bring a pair of handcuffs.

( dramatic theme playing)

Okay, let's run it down.

We've got a prime suspect
in Professor David Stone

and four possible
counts to get him on.

Possession of
drugs, manufacture,

use on premises,

and apprehended
in the act of passing.

Problem:

How do we get the
evidence to nail him?

Stone's not in the
drug scene for profit,

so he wouldn't be
manufacturing regularly.

Worse, he's really convinced
that stuff is good for the soul.

Not too good on
possession either,

unless we're awful
lucky or he's awful dumb.

I wouldn't bet on
that. That leaves us

apprehended in
the act of passing,

or use on the premises.

DANNY: We've
been that route before.

Spot a joint jumping with
acid and speed, get a warrant.

You gotta knock on the
door before you can use it.

By that time, the evidence has
vanished away down the drain.

Usually a way.

Like what, boss?

Like maybe we should
get somebody on the inside.

MR. HASTINGS: I'm
gonna see him now.

You just can't go in there.

Hold it, mister.

I'm sorry, Mr. McGarrett.

I told him he couldn't
barge in like that.

It's all right,
May, it's all right.

I'll take care of it.

You better have a good
explanation, Mr. Hastings.

That's what I'm looking
for from you, McGarrett.

Why haven't you found the
man who killed my daughter?

Your daughter committed suicide.

That's not true,

and you know that better than I.

Whoever it was,

whoever gave her those drugs,

he killed my little girl

as sure as if
he'd put a gun in...

When are you
going to arrest him?

When we have enough evidence

to present to the
prosecuting attorney.

Now, you're playing
games with me.

You know who did it.

My little girl

is lying out there in a grave

while the killer is
roaming the streets!

I want him behind bars.

I want you to nail him. I
want you to nail him good,

so no jury and no
lawyer gets him off.

If there is a man,

we'll find him and we'll
put him behind bars.

But it'll be done
legally, Mr. Hastings,

legally.

I don't care how you
do it, but you do it

and do it soon.

( tense theme playing)

What was your idea about Stone?

Well, Danno,

you're gonna take
up the simple life.

(rock music playing on radio)

Boy.

(panting)

Oh.

Mm. I love the smell of food

cooking over an open fire.

I thought maybe you
were gonna complain.

Why should I? You're
doing your thing.

Yeah, only sometime
the fuzz don't like it.

(chuckles): Yeah, I
know what you mean.

You care for some? I got plenty.

No, I had mine.

I've seen you before. You
come down here often?

Yeah.

I've seen you.

I like to come down here when
there's nobody around, you know?

Well, I hope I
didn't spoil it for you.

No.

Hey, do you live in that thing?

Sure.

What's your bit?

Huh?

You know, your thing.

Oh, uh...

This.

If I get tired of this beach
or somebody runs me off,

there's always another one.

That's pretty wild.

(giggles): You're
on one big trip.

Yeah.

What's your bit?

The sacred weed,
marvelous mushroom.

(giggles)

Oh, I don't think
you're with me, baby.

Well, everybody's
entitled to their own choice.

Choose me.

Hey, Zero.

I'd invite you to stay,
but I got company.

Oh, there's a ball tonight.

You're kidding. Where?

At the prof's pad.

Oh, that's great. When?

Any time you can get
there. You want me to wait?

No, no.

I'm gonna bring my company.

That him?

DONNA: Yeah, yeah.

Enjoy, sugar, enjoy.

Yeah.

Danny.

Danny, the heat's off.

Are you ready to let it happen?

Sure, baby. Let's let it happen.

(giggles)

Okay. Wait.

(laughs)

Steve? She's taking me inside.

(giggling)

Carry me.

Carry me the rest of the way.

Okay.

(sighs)

(laughing)

( eerie theme playing)

David?

David?

David?

David?

Where are you, David?

David, I need you.

(sobbing)

I need you.

Looks like your buddy
flew the coop, huh?

Get out of here.

Split, leave me alone.

(quietly): David, I need you.

Come on, I'll take you home.

( dramatic theme playing)

David?

(giggles)

Why?

You tell me

why you brought
the fuzz to my house.

What... What fuzz?

The day after
Eadie killed herself,

Five-0 checked out
some of her friends.

And one of those
stalwarts paid a visit to Zero.

Now, who do you
suppose that was?

Danny?

You know it, baby.

I didn't know it, David.

I swear to you,
I didn't know it.

I've told you 1,000 times
how careful we must be.

Yes, I-I know, he just...

He just seemed so
nice and so sweet.

They're trying to
destroy us by any means.

I know. I won't make
this mistake again,

David, you'll see. I'll never
make this mistake again.

Please believe me, I won't.

Good, baby.

( ominous theme playing)

David.

(chuckles)

Now, you're going to
have to learn, Donna.

You're going to
learn the difference

between the
insight I've given you

and just turning on for kicks.

And the way to learn that

is to experience
your trip all alone.

Oh, no, David.

David, I-I... I
couldn't do th... That.

Please, I can't do it
alone. I... I need you.

I need you to show me
all the beautiful things.

David, please.

I... I have to do it
together with you.

Please, David,
it's my whole life.

I'd be too frightened.

Now you have to know that.

(cries)

You're going to
know that. No, David.

Please don't leave me.

Don't make me
do it alone, David.

David.

David. Don't leave me.

(cries)

David.

(upbeat theme playing)

(breathing heavily)

(laughs)

(mellow, exotic theme playing)

Where am I?

Where am I?

(whimpers)

David?

(cries, screams)

David, don't leave me!

(cries)

Please let me go.
Don't keep me in here.

Let me go! I don't
wanna be here.

There you go. There
you go. I don't wanna be...

I don't want to. I wanna go!

I don't wanna... I don't...

David, please, please.

My God, please.

I don't... (whimpers)

(whimpers)

It's all right,
Donna. It's all right.

Hello, Donna.

You.

Get out of here
and leave me alone.

Speed usually ends you
up something like this,

and it's my job to try to
stop this from happening.

You were really
turned on, young lady.

It's a wonder you
didn't kill yourself.

(laughs)

Well, must have
been quite a scene.

Who gave you the
speed pills? David Stone?

Huh?

Could...?

Could I have a
cigarette, please?

Where am I?

You're in a hospital ward
for acidheads, speed trippers.

Who?

They're the lucky ones.

We got to them
before they stepped out

in the middle of traffic

or set fire to themselves.

Or tried to reach God
by jumping off a cliff.

This speed gets you there
pretty fast, doesn't it, Donna?

Only one thing you
gotta remember:

You may never come home again.

Oh... Oh, no. Not me, baby.

Guided tours for me from now on.

Doc.

Harriet, you went
on a guided trip.

Tell this young lady, was
it a worthwhile experience?

Stop it!

That's cruel.

She's been here for six months.

We can't get through to her.

Could I please go now?

There's someone here
who went to the university

about the same time you did.

Lives out in the
Kahala district.

I have a hunch
you might know her.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

It... It's Rachel.

DONNA: Her parents
said they sent her

back to the mainland
to go to school there.

DANNY: She went
on a trip, all right.

Great while it lasted.

Maybe somebody was holding
her hand all along the way.

Donna.

If someone like you had
helped us months ago,

Eadie and a lot of other
Eadies might have been saved.

This girl would really
be going to school

instead of living like a
vegetable in a mental hospital.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yes, David.

Yes, it was a very
bad trip, David.

I've learned my
lesson. I.. I need you.

Tonight? No.

No, I wasn't hesitating.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Right. Peace.

(dramatic theme playing)

(dialling)

Mr. McGarrett, please.

Look, that's not funny.

I agree with you.

Killing somebody isn't funny.

If you're troubled or sick,

maybe I can help you.

You helped Eadie?

Eadie?

I'm her father.

Now, look, what happened,

I can understand
how you must feel.

You can understand?

You who turned
Eadie into an animal.

My wife found that
among Eadie's things

when she was going
through her clothing.

Read it, from anywhere.

It's all full of the
filth you taught her.

Now, read it.

"Another glorious trip with
my beloved David Stone."

Well, read it!

"Time stops while I
learn the meaning of love

"and we become one.

I and thou..."

That's enough.

"To my beloved
guru, David Stone,

in whose arms..."

It wasn't difficult to find you.

It was like Eadie,
from her grave,

was showing me the way.

And while she was alive,
did you show her the way?

What do you mean by that?

Did you help her?

Give her love, faith,
a reason to survive?

Or were you blind to her needs?

Deaf to her cry for help?

Unknowing and uncaring
that she wanted out,

but that she had
no one to turn to?

Shut up! So she killed herself.

I rubbed myself raw,
stripped my soul naked

to give that beautiful,
beautiful child

a reason to go on.

But she was only my friend.

You're a liar.

All right, maybe I
failed her. Maybe.

But where were you
when she went up the wall?

I told you to shut up! Shut up!

I want some of that
stuff you gave to Eadie.

All right.

You want to turn on?

We'll both turn on.

And learn to love rather
than kill one another.

Like acid, like
Benzedrine, mescaline,

and like nothing in this world.

Not on this cold,
rotten sphere anyway.

Go on, put away the gun.

Find love, peace.

Me? Take one of those?

Turn myself into an animal

without mind or soul or will?

Me? You.

No, look, I don't need these.

Take one.

I'm gonna count to three.

One,

two... All right.

Satisfied?

You could leave now.
It's gonna take some time.

Another!

No, don't be stupid.

I said, another.

Look, half this dosage
taken IV, intraven...

Again!

Another.

Take it!

Again.

Again! Again, again, again!

(suspenseful theme playing)

(psychedelic rock theme playing)

(tires screech)

(all chiming)

David?

What...? What happened?

(breathing heavily)

I'm... I'm so
tired. I'm so tired.

Help me.

Oh, I'll help you,
David. It'll be all right.

It'll go away.

I'll stay right
here until it does.

Shh.

( women laughing)

(cackling)

Stop it.

Why are you laughing at me?

Stop laughing at me.

Stop it!

I'm not laughing at
you, David. Stop it!

Please, stop it!

(muffled scream)

There.

Now, that's better.

Laughter should be beautiful.

You make it ugly.

I'm sorry, David.

It's the dome of
many colored glass,

staining the white
radiance of eternity.

Until death tramples
it into fragments.

Did you find what
you were looking for?

She's gone.

Eadie?

Eadie?

Eadie, wait!

(sirens blaring)

(tires screech)

Donna, you all right? Yes.

Where is he? Out at the end.

He's out there on the cliff
where... Where E... Eadie...

What happened?

I... I don't know.

He... He dragged me
out... Out to the cliff with him.

And then... And
then he looked at me,

and he... And he suddenly
seemed to change.

He kept... He kept saying...

He kept saying, "You're
not Eadie, you're not Eadie",

and... And then
he let me go, and...

He's just out of it. He
wants to die out there.

He still has the gun,
Steve. He has a choice.

He can blow your brains
out or take you with him.

Well, it comes
with the territory.

He ain't worth it, Steve.

Look, we're cops, not judges.

If we got a jumper, our
job is to get him back.

Stone?

McGarrett?

Let's talk.

Yes. I have much to tell you.

Good. Latch on.

No. Why?

Don't.

Whatever you say.

I'm going to die.

McGARRETT: We all are.

I'm going now.

McGARRETT: Why? Why, Stone?

Tell me. You're the teacher.

You just said you
had much to tell me.

Consider, McGarrett,

the two greatest
adventures of mortal man:

Being born and dying.

And having
experienced the first,

I long now for the second,

and, I believe, greater
of the two adventures.

Death.

For me, only one great
adventure remains.

McGARRETT: Stone!

Give me the gun.

Give me that gun.

No! Ah!

McGARRETT: Danno.

Come on. Okay, come on.

(upbeat surf theme playing)