Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 1, Episode 21 - Not That Much Different - full transcript

( solemn march playing)

Excuse me. Pardon. Pardon me.

General, I'd like you to meet

Steve McGarrett
of Hawaii Five-0.

He's the head of our
Hawaiian state police.

My pleasure, Mr. McGarrett.

Welcome to Hawaii, general.

Steve's in charge
of the overall security

for your drive down
to the governor's office.

What are the plans,
Mr. McGarrett?

Well, the procession
will start here.



We'll join it on the
boulevard over there.

We'll escort you all the
way to 'Iolani Palace.

Thank you.

General, we've been
waiting to talk to you.

Hear us out, general.

(crowd clamoring)

Yeah, general, come on!

Please, please, please.

MAN: General,
are you afraid of us?

Who are they?

Students from the university.

What do you advise,
Mr. McGarrett?

I advise you not
to talk to them, sir.

Security in a crowd
is difficult at best.



MAN: Yeah, general, come on!

General!

Well, I think I'll go anyway.

It's your decision. We
can't be responsible.

Let me speak. Say my
word, you've said yours.

No, young man, I'm not
afraid of you and your friends.

What surprises me is the fear
you have of my coming to Hawaii.

Not to Hawaii, general,
we know you're going

to the mainland to
negotiate for arms.

(crowd clamoring)

To make war.

To destroy blindly
rather than trying to find

some reasonable
road towards peace.

MAN: To kill.

Let me speak.

We fight and kill only the
ones who would take away

the freedom we fought
all these years to win.

You've been using that
excuse for centuries, general.

And bloodshed hasn't
gotten us anywhere.

Isn't there a better way?

Haven't you ever
longed for peace?

Wait a minute. Let me speak.

Always I've longed for peace.

Never have I found
a way to attain it.

Then read this, general.

It's a copy of Peace magazine.

We publish it here in
the hope that its message

will spread over the world.

MAN 2: Read it. Read it.

If young people
can build a bridge,

first between people,

then between people
and their leaders...

Maybe you'll get
a chance to read...

(gunshot)

(crowd screaming)

Go! Go! Get outta here!

( melancholy theme playing)

(tearfully): Julian...

He's dead.

Oh...

Oh, Julian... (sobbing)

( cool action theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

This picture was taken
just before Julian was shot.

Carole, this is
you, correct? Yes.

Mr. Brechtman, you were here?

Yes, sir.

And, Jackie, you were here?

Right.

This picture was taken
just at the moment of impact.

Carole, this is you again. Mm?

Yes.

Manning West, where were you?

I wasn't behind the police line.

I was across the street.

Somewhere just to
the right of that picture.

In the crowd.

Over in this area here?

That's right. Doing what?

Selling our magazine.

It comes out once
a week, ten cents.

Mr. Horvath, where were you?

I, uh...

was somewhere in that
area there, Mr. McGarrett.

And not too far from that
shadow in the doorway.

Selling magazines too?

Trying to.

Did you see anything suspicious?

Clue me.

Sun glinting off metal.

Somebody who watched
the parade who left hurriedly.

Somebody who hung
back from the crowd,

around these buildings here.

Anything.

Sorry.

Mr. West, you were in
the same general area?

That's right.

Just as I started
toward the walk,

the shot was fired.

Now, look...

here's that unexplained shadow.

Right here.

Maybe 20, 30 feet
from where he was shot.

Now, think.

Let's see. That would
have been to my right.

Sorry, I didn't see anything.

Carole?

Nothing.

JACKIE: Me neither.

There were people
standing in front of me.

Mr. Brechtman...

you're tall.

You could have seen over
the heads of those around you.

I wasn't looking
toward the street.

I was looking at the general.

If you're through
with us, Mr. McGarrett,

we do have the next issue
of our magazine to get out.

All right.

If you think of anything
you might have overlooked,

let me know.

We might as well tell it to
you like it is, Mr. McGarrett.

Your bringing us down
here, asking for our help...

(scoffs)

makes us sick.

Why, Jackie?

Why does it make you sick?

A man has been murdered.

In our book, Mr. McGarrett,

you're no better than the man

who fired at the
general and killed Julian.

I don't understand your logic.

HORVATH: You carry a gun.

Anyone who carries a
gun believes in killing.

You are armed, therefore
you are prepared to kill.

You finished?

Look, I don't feel any need

to defend my position
or my profession,

but I'd like to
mention a few names.

John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy,

Martin Luther King.

And before them, Mahatma Gandhi.

Did you ever hear of them?

There are dangerous
animals in the world,

and some of them
walk on two feet.

They don't want peace, and
they're not capable of love.

Society, and that means
you and you and you and you,

need protection from
these warped minds,

and that's my job.

Now... you have every right

to sing about peace and
march about it and write about it.

But what I just told you is
the way it is, unfortunately.

That's why we're armed.

I think they're
right, Mr. McGarrett.

But they didn't have to be
so rough on you, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Carole.
I appreciate that.

And you all met in
this peace movement?

That's too big a
word, Mr. McGarrett.

We were just a bunch
of kids with magazines...

and an idea that if enough
people wanted a peaceful world,

maybe we could have it.

I don't know anything about...

angles of trajectory or...

ballistics or evidence.

But I know that we
came there today

to demonstrate for peace...

against violence, against death.

Only we lost, didn't we?

I abhor violence in any form.

I think that violence
breeds violence on any level.

Every war, every riot

started with one
individual act of violence.

I'm a peace officer.

Euphemism?

Maybe.

But I want peace more than
anything else in the world.

I hope you'll
understand that, Carole.

Try to.

And try to help us.

( guitar playing gentle melody)

(continues playing
gentle melody)

Steve?

Hi, Danno.

Brought you a sandwich.

Thanks.

And a lead.

Good. What do you got?

July, 1966, Julian Scott

and a young woman named
Lannie May Devereaux

were found nearly
asphyxiated from gas.

Suspected that she turned
it on while he was asleep.

Nothing could be proved.

Hm.

Interesting.

Is she a student?

No. Cocktail waitress.

Something else. Yeah.

H.P.D. found a gun in
the kitchen of their pad.

Same caliber as the one
that killed Julian Scott,

.38 special.

What happened to it?

It was released to the
girl. She had her permit.

(phone rings)

McGarrett.

MAN: McGarrett.

(whimpering): McGarrett...

that shooting, earlier today.

Yeah. Go on. What
about the shooting?

Well, do you have any leads?

I mean, do you have
any idea as to...?

As to...?

As to what?

As to what? Who is this, please?

What are you trying to say?

Well, things happen.

Things aren't always
what they seem.

All right.

Would you like to tell me

what happened that
wasn't what it seemed?

I can't.

Sure you can.

Something happened
that wasn't what it seemed.

Now, what was it?

No. I can't tell you.

I can't. And I can't
live with it either.

(line clicks)

( tense theme playing)

(mysterious theme playing)

Nice operation.

What do you want from
us now, Mr. McGarrett?

You got some built-in
immunity to rejection?

Mr. McGarrett, we
buried Julian this morning.

Even so, he's very
much with us right now.

Please be kind enough
to leave us alone.

This is not a social call.

Oh, I see.

We either answer more
questions, or you take us in again?

Do you know a girl named
Lannie May Devereaux?

Julian used to see
her occasionally, why?

Do you know where she lives
now? Works? Anything about her?

You sure?

Of course we're sure.

She was a cheap little thing.

Certainly not one of us.

Julian... saw something
in her, I guess.

Why the interest?

She owns a .38 caliber revolver.

Your friend Julian was
shot with a .38 caliber.

I don't see what you're
driving at, Mr. McGarrett.

Julian was killed by a
shot fired at the general.

Now, what does
all this have to do...?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Are you saying that someone
deliberately shot at Julian?

WEST: No chance.

Everybody loves Julian.

Everybody.

Lesson one:

Nobody is loved by everybody.

Somebody may have
wanted to kill your friend Julian,

whether you'd believe it or not.

Nobody could have
wanted to kill Julian.

He was shot.

Somebody fired at
the general and missed.

That's all.

You both seem very sure of that.

Well, it seems obvious.

Paul.

Page one box.

Mr. Brechtman.

You remember any
more about the killing

than you told me in the office?

No, Mr. McGarrett.

I told you, I didn't
see anything.

HORVATH: Mr. McGarrett...

we've got nothing against
you personally here.

It's just what you
represent that bugs us.

You do understand?

I'm not even gonna try.

( mysterious theme playing)

What have we got?

Lannie May Devereaux.

Positive identification?

One of Chin's cousins
at the Kalawai Bar.

Makaha Kelly.

Bull's-eye. She and a guy
named Vic Collins were in the bar

about 2:00 in the afternoon.

Makaha called, I tailed them.

Do you know anything
about this Collins?

Makaha says he thinks this guy

is in big trouble
on the mainland.

Just came back from California.

This is Williams. Five-O.

Request clearance.
H.P.D. Warrants and holds.

MAN: Clearance obtained,
Five-O. Go ahead, please.

Do you show any warrants
or holds on one Victor Collins?

No DOB yet nor description,

but believed recently
returned from the mainland.

Hold on.

Request from L.A.P.D.
received yesterday.

Hold and detain.

Suspicion of armed robbery.

Suspicion of murder one.

Evidence sought
included jewelry taken

in holdup where store
owner was shot to death.

Thank you.

There's our legal authority to
go through a door if we have to.

Let's go.

( tense theme playing)

Collins inside?

Yeah. He's big and mean-looking.

Chin, cover the back.

If we have any
trouble with Collins,

try to keep her clear.

Okay.

DANNY: Hawaii Five-O.

( solemn theme playing)

Kono, call Steve.

Tell him...

Tell him we've got
Lannie May Devereaux.

Anything special you need
in Julian's desk, Manning?

I was looking for the glue.

Come on, Manning. You
can do better than that.

I locked that box before I left.

I see you forced it,

for the glue, of course.

It was a rather weak excuse.

Actually, I was looking
for some possible evidence

that might help us
in our investigation.

Manning, I've been
thinking about that.

Last night we agreed to
hold our own investigation

to see if possibly one of
us could have killed Julian.

Well, it is possible, you know.

And if so, we turn
him over to McGarrett

without the publicity
of a police hunt.

And then no one would think
we were fanatics or commies

or wild-eyed kids who didn't
know what they're doing.

And now you don't wanna
find the killer, is that it?

Why?

You afraid again,
Ned, old buddy?

The only thing I'm afraid of

is that we're not
qualified to sit in judgment.

Oh, nonsense.

You were afraid when
we started the marches.

Afraid when we started

approaching powerful
people and defying them.

It's always easier for you
behind your typewriter.

It's always easier
for you not to act.

That's not true,
and you know it.

Isn't it?

When were you brave, for once?

All right.

Let's do some investigating.

I think you were looking for
evidence in Julian's locker.

I think you were looking for
this letter you wrote to Julian.

You...

You read it?

I'm sorry. I did.

I was going through his papers

to see if he left us any
unfinished business.

Well, this isn't evidence
of much except my...

affection for him.

And that you
challenged his leadership.

Every organization needs
somebody to spur them on.

I wanted to help him.

We all wanted to help
him. I wanted to help him.

You hated Julian. I loved him.

But he didn't love you.

Oh, no. That's not true.

It was you who fought with
him constantly, didn't you?

Answer the question, Ned.

We argued over
goals for the magazine.

A difference of viewpoints.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

What was your viewpoint

when Julian stepped
towards the general

to hand him a copy
of the magazine,

into the line of fire?

( suspenseful theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

Am I under arrest?

I don't know yet.

Do you know anything
about a .38 caliber revolver?

Is that what Victor
was carrying?

No, he had a .45.

A .38 was found in the
room that you and Julian Scott

almost died in three years ago.

It belonged to me.

What happened to it?

It was returned to me.

Where is it now?

I don't know.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

It was yours.

It was in your possession.

You must know
what happened to it.

I think Julian took it.

Took it away from me.

He didn't want me to have it.

He didn't want anyone
to have anything...

to do with guns, you know?

What did he do with it?

I don't know!

What's so important
about a stupid gun?!

Julian was killed with
a .38 caliber revolver.

Now, what happened in that
room that night three years ago?

Someone tried to kill us.

By turning on the gas?

Yes.

Who was it?

I don't know.

Lannie, tell me the truth.

It is the truth, Mr. McGarrett.

All I know is that he quarreled
with someone on the phone.

Did he mention the name?

No.

But it was someone
from the magazine.

He told you that?

No, but they were talking
about the magazine, quarrelling.

Mr. McGarrett, is it important?

Yes. Very important.

Lannie, you and
Collins checked in here

just three hours
after Julian was killed.

Any connection?

Sure.

I knew you'd be after me.

Why hide? You haven't
seen him in three years.

Oh, but I did.

I saw him only a couple of
nights ago, as a matter of fact.

Why? Why did you see him?

He came to say goodbye.

That he knew now that
he loved somebody else.

Carole?

Yes.

What about Collins?

Collins was a loser.

I'm a loser. We get along.

Okay, that's all
for now, Lannie.

Report to the officers outside.

We'll have to know
where to reach you.

Lannie... do me
a favor, will you?

Stop running away with losers.

Anything?

Hm.

She didn't kill Julian.

How can you be so sure?

Cop instinct.

( calm theme playing)

Hello, Ned.

What are you doing
here, Mr. Williams?

Oh, trying to get us
some more information

about the killing
of Julian Scott.

You never give up, do you?

You wouldn't really want us to.

Putting down violence,

getting rid of all the guns
and gunmen in this world,

that's our bag as well as yours.

You won't find anything
to put in your bag here.

We've got a play going
into production next week.

I've got a lot of work to do.

You wouldn't have a .38 revolver

as a prop in that
play, would you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Julian had a .38 revolver.

Never.

It was given to him by
Lannie May Devereaux.

Where is it, Ned?

None of us ever had a gun.

Someone shot Julian with one.

Not one of us.

How do you know?

We're a group against
arms, or haven't you heard?

We heard.

We also heard you had
an argument with Julian

the night before he was killed.

I'm busy, Mr. Williams.

You wanna talk to me
again, I want an attorney.

And you'd better come up
with charges and evidence.

Good, Paul.

Ned... with a gun.

I can't believe it's his.

Maybe it's not.

Maybe it's Julian's.

The one he took from Lannie May.

I don't understand, Manning.
What would Ned be doing with it?

Possibly he...
stole it from Julian.

I-I don't know.

All I know is I caught
a glimpse of metal

when Ned's locker
was open the other day.

I didn't connect it with a gun

until the police
started questioning.

None of this has any
meaning, Manning.

The maybes, the possibilities,
we're only guessing.

Thinking wild, wild thoughts.

There's only one
way to pin it all down.

Ask Ned about it.

Isn't that for the police to do?

We were Julian's friends.

Ned owes us an explanation.

I think Jackie's right.

I think we should...
call McGarrett.

Please, Manning?

In time. In time.

But if Ned did kill Julian,

he killed something
inside each of us.

I say we should find out.

Look, confessing to
us will be harder for him

than confessing to the police.

That'll be his real punishment.

Look...

aren't we all like
brothers and sisters?

( suspenseful theme playing)

(wood banging)

NED: Somebody out there?

Who's there?

What's going on in here?

(clatter)

Oh, come on, whoever
you are, let me see you.

Look, whatever the
gag is, it isn't funny.

It's no gag, Ned.

Manning?

That's right, Ned.

I... and some of the others.

Wh...? Wh-what are you doing
here? What's this all about?

Ned...

we're putting you on trial
for the murder of Julian Scott.

( ominous theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

You're not going
through with this.

Not with me as the accused.

If you're innocent, why are you
so afraid of learning the truth?

I'm not afraid.

You were with us when we
decided to investigate our own group.

Yes. Yes, I was.

Well, then, this is part of it.

If you're innocent, you don't
have anything to worry about.

Okay.

Let's go ahead with it.

What happened the
last time you saw Julian

in the office before
he was killed?

Did you quarrel again?

No. No, it wasn't
exactly a quarrel.

You opposed going to
meet the general, the march.

But I'd always done that.

That's right. I had to
point that out to Julian.

You're always
pointing something out.

Pointing out to... To
Julian that I was too weak.

Pointing out to me that
Julian was too ambitious,

too anxious to lead.

Wait a minute. Think back.

Did I say "too ambitious"
or just "ambitious"?

Did I say "too anxious
to lead" or just "anxious"?

He led us all, Ned.

But I didn't want to go.

I didn't want to be led anymore.

Not by him and not by you.

Did you tell him that?

You did tell him, huh?

What did he say?

He was furious.

He said I was
letting him down...

betraying him.

He said that three
young men, you,

Julian and I,

had proven that they could
make great men listen to them...

heed them... even bow.

He said I... should go
with him to the general.

And then I could get out.

He said now he wanted me out.

Certainly that was no
reason for Ned to kill him.

I didn't kill him!

Well, yes, I was angry.

I'd given as much as anybody,

worked as hard.

But I...

I thought I'd wait
until the next day.

Did you think that...

Julian might change his mind?

Yeah, sure. I'd figured
he thought it over.

Well, I mean, two years.

There was so many
things I'd gotten used to.

(scoffs)

Or thought I had.

I, uh...

I'd worked six weeks
to get a date with a girl,

take her to a party.

And, uh...

in an hour, Julian'd
take her away from me.

But I thought
that's the way it is.

A little funny, really.

Just before the
procession started...

I tried to talk to Julian.

But he looked right through me.

And later, everyone was
waving, calling after him.

But don't you see?

It... It could have
happened to any one of you.

He got rid of me, but it
could have been anyone else.

It had all become his own thing.

We had all become his own thing.

You said as much, Manning.

I don't think I ever said that.

I don't remember saying that.

Does everyone remember my
ever saying anything against Julian?

What did you do
with the gun, Ned?

I never had a gun.

We found this in your
locker tonight, Ned.

We think it's the
gun that killed Julian.

Wh... It can't be.

I never had a gun.

Well, you all know
me better than that.

You know I'd never have a gun.

There was only one time
you weren't afraid to act.

Only one time you were brave.

It's not true. I didn't
kill him. I didn't.

What we've put Ned
through just now is shameful.

I'm asking you whether you
believe he's innocent or guilty.

Manning, he might
possibly have had a motive.

But that's all.

A motive and a gun.

Please, let's stop this!

Jackie's right. That's enough.

Am I the only one who
believes that we should decide

his guilt or innocence
right here and now?

Manning, we're not
equipped to decide.

You said if any
evidence was uncovered,

you'd turn it over to McGarrett.

That's the way to go, Manning.

We don't want any
part of this anymore.

Okay. Okay.

I had no intention of setting
myself up as judge and jury.

If that's the way
you all want it,

that's the way it'll be.

( somber theme playing)

We'll go to McGarrett
in the morning.

Nice that you're all through
playing God, Manning.

I think it's time
we all went home.

You're right, Ned.

I think it is.

(horn honks)

Please, get into the car, Ned.

Put that thing down.

I'm not going to the police.

You embarrassed
me enough last night.

I wouldn't dream of
embarrassing you, Ned.

We're not going to the police.

You drive. Go on.

MAN: It's about
that telephone call.

I'm the one who made it.

Oh?

Sit down.

What exactly were
you trying to say?

I saw something
when Julian was shot.

What did you see?

Manning.

He was in the shadows.

I thought I saw him
pointing toward the general.

Pointing or aiming a gun?

I didn't know. I wasn't sure.

I didn't want to destroy
everything we'd worked for by...

By a wrong accusation.

So you made the call hoping
that we'd find out for you, huh?

You see... I was
getting more worried.

I thought...

if somebody among us would
kill, maybe he'd kill again.

Maybe even me if he
suspected I'd seen him.

If you couldn't bring yourself
to tell me this on the phone,

what made you come in now?

Well, it doesn't matter anymore.

Why not?

Well, Manning must have
told you about the trial.

What trial?

When he questioned Ned Horvath,

accused him of being guilty.

Well, he did come in, didn't he?

I mean, bring the gun with him.

He had a gun?

Sure, a .38. He was going to...

He was going to what?

I don't know.

I thought he was
going to be here.

Where's Manning now?

I have his address,
Steve. And Horvath's.

Let's go.

Get a description of
Manning's car. Put out an APB.

It's done, boss.

( bold action theme playing)

CHIN HO: McGarrett.

Yeah, McGarrett standing by.

Got a report on Manning's car.

Heading toward Ku'uipo Point.

Ten-four. Kam
Highway and Naupaka.

(waves crashing)

Going out to the
end of the point.

The view should be
beautiful now, Ned.

I want you to jump, Ned.

How can you take a
human life like this?

A human life?

In the first six weeks
of the Spanish Civil War,

they took 200,000 human lives.

In World War One,

they gave 100,000 human lives
to capture eight miles of mud.

I'm only going to
take one human life.

A life that's meaningless
in time and history.

If you think I killed Julian...

take me to the police.

Carole, Jackie, Brechtman,
they know I didn't kill Julian.

But they don't know I did.

Sooner or later, McGarrett
would find that out.

You'd tell him about
the letter I wrote to Julian,

and then he'd have the motive.

But your... suicide...

will indicate that you're
the guilty one, Ned.

Please understand.

You're mad.

Jump, Ned.

Do it with... style and grace,

the way Julian
might have done it.

Come on, move on out there, Ned.

(sirens wailing in distance)

It's so demeaning
for both of us...

if I have to push you.

( tense action theme playing)

There they are.

Get him to a hospital.

There's nowhere to go, Manning.

You'll never make it.

You're boxed, Manning. Freeze.

You're boxed.

(gunshot)

(gasping)

Sorry to give you such
a rough time, McGarrett.

But the ancient Greeks did
not go meekly into chains either.

I admired them.

You admired Julian
too, didn't you?

Yes.

Why did you try to kill him

the night he was with
Lannie Devereaux?

I felt he betrayed me.

Used all of us.

Is that why you
shot him, later on?

I didn't go there
for that reason.

Is that why you
finally shot him?

Do you know what...?

What magnacide is?

Yeah.

The killing of a great person.

To call attention to and
make famous the killer.

I found Lannie's gun
where Julian had hidden it.

I went there intending
to kill the general.

And suddenly I saw Julian.

Everything I wanted... to be.

Handsome...
respected by everyone...

a shining leader...

with Carole standing beside him.

I was a fool to change
my mind at the last minute.

Now I'm going
to die for nothing.

But you know,
McGarrett, I don't mind.

It's better to command in
hell than serve in heaven.

Someone said that.

Only you're not
going to die, Manning.

You'll have a lifetime in
an iron box to think about it.

Steve.

Danno.

Ambulance on the way
down. Horvath'll be okay.

Good. He'll be all right
too. I just winged him.

You know...

Chinese say all the
flowers of all the tomorrows

are in the seeds of today.

I think we got some
pretty good seeds

in those other kids,
Danno, don't you?

Yeah.

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