Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 1, Episode 2 - Strangers in Our Own Land - full transcript

A state official is killed by a bomb after arriving from a visit to the Mainland. Five-O discovers the official had more enemies than it initially appears.

WOMAN (on PA):
Passengers arriving on Flight 14

may now claim their luggage
at the baggage-claim area.

Announcing the departure
of Mainliner Flight 190

for Los Angeles and Chicago,

now ready for
boarding at Gate 9.

Hey there, commissioner.
You been to mainland?

That's okay, I'll
take it for you.

Mahalo.

Thank you very much.

No worry. Us Hawaiians
gotta stick together, you know.

Commissioner,
you forgot this one.



Okay. Where to, brother?

Driver, there's been a mistake.

Will you take it back
to the baggage counter?

(crowd screaming)

( ominous theme playing)

Get back! Get back!

( upbeat surf theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

What have we got?

Homicide.

Land Commissioner Manu.

Manu?

This guy here placed the
commissioner's bag in the cab

and then "boom."



But I just...

Just put it inside the cab,
and I went away, and...

And then "pow."

DANNY: Steve?

This is Steve McGarrett,
Five-0, state police.

This is Miss Grace Willis.
She thinks she saw the man.

Go ahead, Miss Willis.

Well, I was taking
movies, and I...

I saw this young man hurry
by with a small leather case.

He put it in the taxi and...

And then hurried away, I...

He went right past me.

Then I saw the
explosion. It was terrible.

Can you describe the man?

Yeah, he was young and handsome,

and... Hawaiian.

I got a picture
of him with this.

It's the last shot.

Freeze it.

How old would you say, Danno?

Twenty-two, three?

Smart boy to make
a bomb like that.

Smart? I'd call that
one dumb Hawaiian.

High-school graduate maybe?

Maybe. Check it out.

I'll have some wet
prints run off right away.

We'll try for an identification
through the mug books first,

then we'll distribute his
picture through channels.

Thanks, lieutenant.
I'll go with him.

(phone buzzes)

Yeah, love?

Tell His Excellency
I'm on my way.

It just doesn't
make sense, Steve.

It doesn't make sense.

There's no reason on earth

why anyone should want
to murder Nathan Manu.

Well, obviously, someone did.

A warm, gentle human being.

A man who devoted his life

to the welfare of these
islands and their people.

When I appointed
him land commissioner,

he even refused his salary.

Worked for a dollar a year.

I received this from
Nathan yesterday.

"Arriving Flight 623,
Saturday morning.

Important I meet with
you on urgent matter."

Was the commissioner
expected back this morning?

No.

As a matter of fact,

he cut his San Diego
trip short a few days.

What was he doing in San Diego?

Oh, I don't know.

Attending some sort of
convention or something.

Any, uh, idea about
this urgent meeting?

No.

Have you showed this to anyone?

No one, not even my secretary.

It was left on my
desk, unopened.

You got something?

Maybe.

Doesn't it seem strange

that nobody was at
the airport to meet him?

Nobody from his
staff, not even his wife?

You mean, I was the only one
who knew he was on that plane?

So far.

You and a Hawaiian boy.

Steve, not only was Nathan Manu

one of Hawaii's finest citizens,

he was also a
close, personal friend.

I want you to pull out
all the stops on this one.

Find that boy.

Yes, sir.

Two requests to
appear on newscast...

Nope. Concerning commissioner...

Danny and Kono
have gone to H.P.D.

Chin Ho's getting the
last of the information

on Commissioner Manu.

Good. One more thing.

Brunch. Thanks, love.

Okay. Aloha.

Here's the bag on
Commissioner Manu

from the day he took office.

What was the hang-up?

Simple red tape.
Plus today is Saturday.

Land commissioner important man,

gets lots of pressures.

You looking for a graft angle?

Right now, I'm
looking for anything.

DANNY: Steve?

The blowups just came
in on that Hawaiian boy.

They're still wet.

Hm.

Check with the San Diego Police.

See if they come
up with anything

on Commissioner
Manu while he was there.

Then, I wanna know
about the bomb,

what it was made of
and how it was triggered.

( slow horn theme playing)

No, I've never seen him before.

Are you sure, Mrs. Manu?

Yes.

It's strange, he has
that pure Hawaiian face

that Nate admired so much.

The kind of a boy

that Nate would have
done anything to help.

I'm sorry to trouble
you at a time like this.

I just have a few
more questions.

Did your husband telephone or
write to you while he was away?

Yes. The last
time I spoke to him

was a few days ago.

Would you care to tell
me the nature of the call?

No, I would not. It was
private and personal.

Did you know your
husband was returning early?

No, I...

I wasn't expecting
him back until Monday.

Have you any idea
why he came back early?

(fence clinking)

I'm sorry, Kiana.

Mr. McGarrett, this is Nate's
best friend, Benny Kalua,

and his daughter, Leilani.

How do you do?

Is there anything we can do?

No, thank you.

I, uh, think maybe
I'll go into the house

and rest a while.

Thank you, Mrs. Manu. I...

I won't impose on
you anymore now.

I'll help you.

It's a terrible thing.

Any idea who did it?

We're making some headway.

You find whoever killed
Nate, Mr. McGarrett.

You find him.

And when you do,
don't arrest him.

Don't put him in jail.

You pin a medal on
him, Mr. McGarrett.

( suspenseful theme playing)

I'm a cop, Mr. Kalua.
I'm looking for answers.

I never heard a statement
like that from a friend.

Why do you think
Commissioner Manu's killer

should get a medal?

Look, McGarrett, down there.

Hotels, beaches,
shops, tourists, glamour.

Money.

Nate and I were born
right there in Waikiki.

When we were kids, there
were a lot of Hawaiians there.

Most of the places
where the hotels are now,

that was a big swamp with ducks.

Nate and I played there,

chasing the ducks and
laughing all over the place.

Kids.

That was the Nate I loved.

He was like my brother.

Who was the Nate you hate enough

to wanna pin a medal
on his murderer?

There's an old Hawaiian
saying, McGarrett:

"And one day, we shall be
strangers in our own land."

Nate loved the land
until a few years ago.

Then he changed.

All of a sudden, he was all
for those high-rise buildings

and housing projects,
condominiums, freeways.

Never mind the
Hawaiian and the land.

Build the lousy cement and
steel all the way up into the sky.

Block out the sky
and the mountains.

Nate was all for that.

He called that "progress."

That side of Nate I hated.

The funny thing is...

I wanna go to that
place where he's laying.

I wanna go to my best friend.

I wanna yell at him:

"You turned against
your people...

"against the
land, like a traitor."

And at the same time, I...

I wanna grab him in my arms,

and I wanna say his
name over and over.

"Nate..." Nate.

My friend, Nate."

(sighs)

Could a Hawaiian have hated him
enough to wanna kill him, Benny.

Because he thought
he betrayed the land?

You think a Hawaiian did it?

Well, we think this
boy... might have.

You ever see him before?

No.

Did you know that
Commissioner Manu

was coming back this morning?

No.

While he was away,
did you talk to him?

Did he try to contact you?

No.

(phone rings)

McGarrett.

Steve? Danny.

Better get back to the
palace on the double.

A fellow named Lester Willighby
came in a few minutes ago.

He just confessed to the
murder of Commissioner Manu.

( dramatic theme playing)

McGARRETT: What'd
you say your name was?

(sighs)

My name is Lester Willighby,

and that's all you're
gonna get out of me

unless you promise
me some protection.

Nothing's gonna happen
to you here, Mr. Willighby.

Mr. Williams apprised you
of your constitutional rights?

Yeah, yeah, he told me.

I just wanna get it out
of my system, so let's go.

You killed Nathan Manu?

That's right.

Why?

The mainland mob gave
me a contract to make the hit.

Well, that's right.
I'm an enforcer.

(chuckles): What's the
matter, Mr. McGarrett?

Don't you think it could be me?

Or do you cops around here
think mainland gunmen run around

looking like B-movie
gangsters or something, huh?

What did the mob have
against Commissioner Manu?

Gambling markers,
75 grand worth.

There's no word here about
Manu's being a heavy gambler.

Well, not here. On the mainland.

Do you think he made all
those trips for local business?

Okay, we got 75,000
in markers. Go ahead.

Well, he wouldn't pay off,

so they gave me the contract.

Now look, aren't you getting
some reporters to hear this?

There's no sense in me
going over this more than once,

you know.

We'll still need a few
more details, Mr. Willighby.

Like what?

Like how you made the hit.

Well, it was easy.

I got to the airport at 6:45,

I was waiting when his
plane came in at 7:30.

He got into the cab, and I threw
my little package in after him,

and he was written off.

(snaps fingers)

Just like that?

Just like that. (snaps)

You see? I'm a real pro.

Where'd you get the explosive?

Well, in my business
that's no problem.

What is your problem?

What?

You, uh, made your
hit, you got away.

What are you doing here?

Protection.

From what?

The double cross.

Spell it out.

Well, I have a
local contact here.

He told me there was
a contract out on me.

I'd be dead before
I got off the island.

That doesn't make sense.

Well, to the mob it does.

Enforce the enforcer,
double up the trail.

Make it twice as tough
to get a lead back to them.

Do you get it?

You'd rather be in jail, huh?

(laughs)

That 20 years to life...

is a lot better than
being dead, you know?

Let me get something
straight, Mr. Willighby.

When Manu got in his cab,

you dropped the
explosive in after him?

That's right.

Any reason why you carried
it in a brown paper bag?

Why not?

Anybody who noticed might
think I was carrying my lunch.

How'd you get his
wife out of the car?

Huh?

DANNY: Mrs. Manu. She
was in the cab with him.

Of course she was.

Then why wasn't she killed?

Like you said, I got
her out of the way.

How?

Well, what difference
does it make?

How? How, Mr. Willighby?

A trick.

I got the baggage man
to bring her a message.

And she went to the phone?

That's right.

According to our reports,
she went to the dispatch room.

Well, maybe she did.

Why would she go there
if she had a phone call?

Well, how do I know? Maybe
she was confused or something.

What difference does it make?

I got her out of the
way, and I killed Manu,

and that's all you
wanna know, isn't it?

Take him to Queen's
Hospital, Psychiatric Ward.

What?

What are you talking about?

The explosive wasn't
in a brown paper bag.

And Mrs. Manu
wasn't at the airport.

No.

Y-you think I'm lying.

I-I'm not lying.

The stuff was in
the brown paper bag.

Mrs. Manu was there,
and I got her out of the way,

and I killed Manu.

I'm not lying!

I was there at 6:45, and
that plane came in at...

At 7:30, and I killed Manu!
I threw it right in the car!

I'm not lying!

What makes you think I'm
lying? I'm not! I'm not a liar!

You didn't kill Commissioner
Manu any more than I did.

(sobs)

How long you
been in the islands?

(sniffles)

Six months.

Any relatives here?

Any friends?

No.

Tell us what you really do.

I was a bookkeeper
for a department store.

Thirty years I work for them.

Thirty years doing
the same thing,

day in and day out.

A machine. I was just
like a machine, that's all.

Nobody noticed, nobody cared.

I thought I could find
a new life out here.

I though things might
somehow be different.

You know, more glamorous.

Well, they weren't.

(scoffs): They
were just the same,

and I was still... a bookkeeper.

Come on, Mr. Willighby.

( plaintive theme playing)

Eh.

For once in my life...

I wanted people to notice me.

I wanted them to know
who Lester Willighby was.

You understand?

Yeah.

(door closes)

Just got a call from Chin Ho.

He got a make on
that Tommy Kapali boy

from his high school.

Got an address?

Thanks a lot.

( suspenseful theme playing)

One, two, three,
four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten...

That's the house, Steve. 11, 12,

13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

Here I come, ready or not.

Don't be frightened.

McGarrett, Five-0.

Oh, wait!

You policeman?

Yes, ma'am.

(gun cocks)

Call H.P.D.,
report our findings.

See if anything turned
up there for us, hm?

Okay, Steve.

Please, what you want?

Please, sit down, won't
you? I'd like to talk to you.

Talk to me? About what?

You're Mrs. Kapali, aren't you?

Ay.

You have a son named Tommy?

What about Tommy? He in trouble?

What makes you think
he's in trouble, Mrs. Kapali?

Well, I think he...

Nothing to be afraid of.

If Tommy hasn't
done anything wrong,

there won't be any trouble.

Where is your son?

I don't know.

Well, you must have
some idea where he is.

You're his mother, aren't you?

I no see Tommy
maybe one year now.

Why you wanna find him?

I wanna ask him a
couple of questions.

Now, would you like
to tell me where he is?

(sighs)

This is Tommy, isn't it?

Yes. Tommy's a good
boy and a good soldier.

So you leave him alone, eh?

You no bother my boy.

You're frightened about
something, Mrs. Kapali.

Is it about Tommy?

Why don't you tell me about him?

Oh. I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know!

Of course you do.

And we're gonna find out
what's troubling you anyway.

No, no.

Mrs. Kapali, we
have to talk to him.

Now, we don't wanna hurt him,
and you don't wanna hurt him...

but we have to talk to him.

Will you please
tell me where he is?

( melancholy theme playing)

Tommy, he's been sick.

He's sick in the
head long time now.

But he's better now,
honest. He's better now.

If Tommy hasn't
done anything wrong,

he's got nothing to worry about.

But if he's sick, give
us a chance to help him.

Tommy, he work on
big construction job

by Pearl City.

Uh, boss man
name, uh, Mr. Milner.

Thank you, Mrs. Kapali.

Mister.

Please, you no hurt my Tommy.

You make promise.

Please, no hurt him.

We'll try not to.

I'm going out to Pearl City.

Have Kono check Tommy
Kapali's Army record.

Find out if he worked
with ordnance, demolition,

any place where he might
have handled explosives, huh?

You the foreman around here?

Construction boss.

Sorry.

McGarrett, Five-0.

What is your name, sir?

Saunders.

Hey, you!

You're grading the
wrong spot, stupid!

I'd like to talk
to you. I'm busy!

I'm busy too, mister.
Where's Tommy Kapali?

What do you wanna
know about him for?

Look, why don't you save time
for both of us? Where is he?

Couldn't tell you. Why not?

Fired him a couple of weeks ago.

Why did you fire him?

Well, he's always
shooting his mouth off.

A real troublemaker.

Got an address on him?
Check with our downtown office.

Are you Mr. Milner?

Yes.

McGarrett, Five-0.

Oh, thanks for
coming by, McGarrett.

Saunders called as I
was leaving the office.

I've got that information
on the Kapali kid.

And also, I wanted
to talk to you.

I'm listening.

Well, I just want you to know

that if there's anything I
can do, personally, to help...

Oh, you have a
personal interest in this?

Yes, I do.

You see, McGarrett,
I knew Nathan Manu.

He was a fine man,
a man with vision.

Then to be murdered
by a boy like that.

A boy like what?

Well, this Tommy
Kapali you're looking for.

We're not sure Tommy Kapali
murdered Commissioner Manu.

Why are you?

Saunders told me he was
always shooting off his mouth

to the other workmen.

Telling them we were
destroying the land, not building it.

You know, he even claimed
the land belonged to them.

I've run into his kind before.

Maybe he just meant that
the land belonged to them

as native Hawaiians, huh?

I know, I know,
I've heard all that.

You know, you've gotta stop

treating these
Hawaiians like children.

You've got to use the
land, make it work for them.

Provide them with
jobs. Jobs, McGarrett.

You're pretty uptight
about this, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I've never
seen a race of people

die out anywhere

when they had good
jobs or money in the bank.

Nathan Manu knew that.

Maybe Tommy Kapali didn't.

Kapali's address.

(jazz music playing
on radio in house)

Get the back.

( dramatic theme playing)

( tense theme playing)

The dynamite was taped here.

A hand grenade
was used as a trigger.

There was a wire to pull the pin

threaded through the case.

(phone buzzes)

Yeah.

Yeah, send him in right
away. No, I can't take that now.

Later. Thank you.

I just came from the
medical examiner.

Yeah. He said that the cause

of Tommy's death was fractures,

first and second
cervical vertebrae.

Massive hematoma...
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Plain language, Chin.

Broken neck.

Did he say if there were
any marks on the body,

any contusions or bruises?

Any sign of a struggle? No.

Time of death?

Sometime this morning.

Was it a suicide?
That's what he thinks.

Did he say? No.

That doctor drives
me up the wall.

Thanks, Chin.

Sorry, Danno. Go ahead.

Now, once he pulled
the wire and freed the pin,

he had about 14 seconds to give
the case to Manu and clear out.

That's it.

Any idea where
he got the grenade?

Be a rough job, but I can
check the ordnance offices

at Schofield and Pearl.

Compact, crude, deadly.

Open it.

Look, McGarrett. I told you,
I'm the only one with a key.

Open it.

How many are missing?

Three sticks.

KONO: Tommy
Kapali's Army record.

Go.

Served in Vietnam three months:

Bomb-disposal Unit.

Bomb disposal?

He shipped home in December
and discharged in March.

Section 8: mentally disturbed.

No, it's too pat. It's too pat.

All the pieces go together.

You could put a ribbon
around this one and mail it in.

Except for one thing.

I still don't know what
you think you'll find, Steve.

Could be we missed something.

Set it up again, Chin.

Why aren't you buying
it, Steve? It all fits.

Yeah?

And how does a kid like Tommy

know that Manu
cut his trip short

and is returning
home early, huh?

How did he know that
Manu was on that plane?

Ready.

Go ahead.

Slow it down.

Can you focus better?

Hold it. Hold it.

Sharpen it.

Now look... That's it. Hold it.

Look at the time
on this local clock:

4:15.

What time did Manu arrive?

Seven-thirty a.m.

Yeah.

Tommy Kapali was used.

Somehow, somebody
got him down to the airport

before this morning
and photographed him.

Then that lady in the yellow
muumuu, uh, Grace Willis,

she turns the film over to us,

and we go hell-bent
looking for Tommy.

A patsy.

A perfect patsy.

Get me the evidence
clerk at H.P.D.

An emotionally disturbed ex-GI,

a bomb-disposal expert,

a Hawaiian kid who hates
everything Manu stood for.

Sergeant, McGarrett.

I want a hold put on
that camera we picked up

at the airport this morning
until I get down there.

I'm sorry, Mr. McGarrett,
a lady already picked it up.

How long ago?

About 3:00.

Did she sign a receipt?

Sure did.

Name of, uh, Grace Willis.

W-I-L-L-I-S.

Phony name, phony address.

So far, there's no record of a
Grace Willis anywhere in Oahu.

The address is an empty lot.

H.P.D. is still checking
out some possibilities:

hotels, utilities,
passenger lists.

But up to now a blank.

What about the
receipt for the camera?

The crime lab thinks
there's a very good possibility

there's a latent print on it.

Can they bring it up?

They're trying.

Those special
chemicals and equipment,

it's gonna be some
time before we know.

Stay with it, Danno.

Yeah.

Report from the San Diego
Police on Nathan Manu.

Anything?

Manu stayed at
a "La Joll-a" hotel.

(chuckles): La Jolla.

La Jolla. (chuckles)

He also placed four phone
calls while he was there,

all to his wife.

He also received a phone call.

From where?

Here. I traced the
number, public telephone.

The rest, you better
read for yourself.

(phone buzzes)

Yeah.

Yes, send her in, please.

Come in, please.

You... You remember
me, Mr. McGarrett?

Benny Kalua's daughter?

Sure, I remember you.

Sit down, please.

Mr. McGarrett.

I read this.

He didn't do it, Mr. McGarrett.

How do you know that?

Tommy wouldn't hurt anybody.

He couldn't.

You knew Tommy?

He was my boyfriend.

( band playing traditional
Hawaiian music)

(tires screeching)

Don't worry, I'll be right out.

This way, please.

Evening, Mr. McGarrett.

Hi. Where's Benny?

In his office. Do you want
me to tell him you're here?

No, don't bother.

(door opens)

(music stops)

(crowd applauding)

You lied to me, Benny. Why?

About what?

You told me you didn't
know Tommy Kapali.

Leilani tell you?

That's right.

I ought to book you for
withholding evidence.

Well, what would you do?

Would you drag your
daughter into a thing like this?

I was only trying to
protect her, that's all.

Is it?

You think I have another reason

for not telling you
I knew that kid?

You tell me. And
while you're at it,

you better come up with a
good reason why I don't book you.

Well, go ahead and
arrest me, McGarrett.

What good will it do you?

You have your killer.

Tommy Kapali didn't do it.

He didn't do it?

But the papers said...

Somebody went
to a lot of trouble

to make it look like he did.

Who?

That's what I'm gonna find out.

And when I do, I've got
some information for them.

Your friend Nathan Manu
went to San Diego for a checkup.

The test shows
that he had cancer.

Cancer?

Terminal.

Whoever pulled that pin on
him killed a walking dead man.

( mysterious theme playing)

Got any idea who it was, Benny?

No.

Nate.

( dramatic theme playing)

Look, Chin, someplace
on this rock there's a woman

that we know as Grace Willis.

Now, somebody must know
her, so find that somebody.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

No haole in any of the mug shots
comes close to looking like her.

Well, I didn't figure
it to come easy.

Hey, May? Would you
bring us some fresh...?

I figured it was about
time for some refreshment.

Mahalo.

Be careful, it's hot.

Thanks, love. What
would we do without you?

(scoffs): One thing for sure.

You don't know
when it's morning.

What's worse... it's Sunday.

Does it ever occur
to you, Mr. McGarrett,

that very few people
work on Sunday?

Unless you're a cop.

Or a cop's secretary.

When you're ready
for chow, holler.

Will do.

Okay. Let's take it
again from the top, huh?

Somebody from here telephoned
Nathan Manu in San Diego.

Somebody he knew
well enough to tell

that he was taking
an early flight.

Who?

Milner? Not likely.

He's a millionaire because
of Manu's views on progress

and his land deals.

Mrs. Manu?

Well, she stands to
benefit from his insurance.

(phone buzzes)

McGarrett.

Steve. It's Danny.

Yeah, Danno. Got something?

I got a make on the
Grace Willis print.

It matches one on
a driver's license

issued to an Anne Wilson.
I'm on my way there now.

On your way where?

122 Kaalawai Place.

( tense theme playing)

(woman screaming)

( action theme playing)

(woman gasping)

Let her go.

Halt or I'll shoot!

(tires screech)

(gunshots)

(woman gasping, sobbing)

Get on the horn,
get an ambulance.

Danno?! Danno?!

Okay, Steve.

(breathing sharply)

(groaning)

What happened?

He used us.

He used us all.

Who? Who used you?

He didn't care.

(sobbing): He didn't
care about anybody.

That poor kid.

Tommy Kapali.

What about Tommy
Kapali? Who didn't care?

He... He phoned
Commissioner Manu.

Who? Who phoned
Commissioner Manu?

Learned, uh... when
he was coming home.

He used Tommy,
and then he killed him.

He used me...

and then he tried
to have me killed.

He told me he loved me.

He told me he loved me.

Who are you referring
to? Please, tell me.

He's got a bullet in his
chest, but he's still breathing.

Who is he? I don't know.

He admitted planting
the bomb at the airport.

He's gonna kill Mr. Milner.

He said he was gonna take
him up there and bury him.

Who is gonna kill Milner?

Benny. Benny.

Benny Kalua.

( suspenseful theme playing)

That's far enough.

Nathan died for
what he believed in.

Are you willing
to die for it too...

Mr. David Milner?

Killing me isn't gonna
stop those bulldozers.

Not anymore than killing
Nathan Manu will stop them.

I didn't kill him. You did!

You and all the others
that are changing this island

into a concrete jungle.

You're insane.

But there'll be a
memorial left for you.

Here, Four hundred
little high-rent boxes.

Crawl into your
boxes, Hawaiians.

Compliments of Mr. David Milner.

And you'll stay here,
buried beneath them.

(grunts)

(sirens blaring)

(wheels squeaking)

Benny! Benny!

(sirens blaring)

Take cover.

Get down! Dynamite!

(explosion)

Look at that.

( plaintive theme playing)

One day, we'll be
strangers in our own land.

( upbeat surf theme playing)