Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 1, Episode 3 - Tiger by the Tail - full transcript
A young singer is kidnapped shortly after a performance. The singer's father is a hotel magnate from the Mainland. However, the crime began as a hoax, and the two kidnappers are friends of ...
(rockabilly playing)
♪ Yeah. It ain't no
big thing Brother ♪
♪ When things ain't looking up ♪
♪ ain't no big thing Brother ♪
♪ When there's no
coffee To fill the cup ♪
♪ Because the good
times Are comin' ♪
♪ Oh, let 'em
roll, Let 'em roll ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪
♪ When things ain't looking up ♪
♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪
♪ When there's no
coffee To fill the cup ♪
♪ Because the good
times Are comin' ♪
♪ Let 'em roll ♪
♪ Let 'em roll ♪
♪ No, it ain't
Oh, no, it ain't ♪
♪ Ain't no big thing ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
(applause)
(crowd laughs)
(upbeat jazz plays)
Bobby. Bobby?
Bobby, can we have
your autograph, please?
Yes, certainly. Oh,
you're the greatest.
Oh, you're really neat.
MAN: Hey, Bobby.
Shh.
(screams)
What's going on here? Is
this a gag or something?
No gag.
Inside, sweetheart.
Come on!
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Hey!
Hey, what's going on?
Hey! What are you guys
doing? Just drop that.
( dramatic theme playing)
(tires screeching)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(siren stops)
(indistinct chatter)
I got so scared,
I just went blank.
Sure. Now, you girls can go now.
What have we got?
Armed abduction. Go.
Two men in stocking
masks came in and took
the singer Bobby George,
and drove away in his car.
Any leads?
Nothing yet. But
it's a little quick.
I sent Kono over to check
out the boy's apartment.
Lieutenant Jasper has an APB out
on the car and Bobby George.
Good. (door closes)
Hey, you guys ain't gonna
close my place, are you?
This is Ted Harmon, the manager.
Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
Mr. Harmon. Hi.
This is all I need.
I'll be on the phone tomorrow
all day looking
for a replacement.
I hope I have a lot better
luck than I had with this one.
What's that mean?
Well, he didn't draw the crowds.
He was a flop.
You pay him much?
Well, ask him,
he'll say peanuts.
Ask me, I'm breaking my back.
How much? Three bills.
Did he, uh, have any
money of his own?
He didn't spread it around here.
Did he gamble or,
uh, borrow money?
Uh, those are
questions cops ask.
Me, I wouldn't know.
Did he ever ask for a
raise or an advance?
No, he didn't ask.
McGARRETT: How about drugs?
Is he a user or a pusher?
No, no. I run a clean place.
What his private business
was, I don't know and I don't care.
You don't care?
Well, what I mean is,
there's lots of kids on the
island like Bobby George.
One out of 10,000, maybe
they got a little extra something.
Maybe, uh, one out of
50,000 might be a hit.
But a joint like this,
they come in, they go out.
Me, I keep hoping.
Maybe they'll make
a hit for me one day.
But not Bobby George.
Not Bobby George.
Why would anyone
wanna snatch him?
A good question. Steve.
Yup. Just got a call
from you man, Kono.
Said there's somebody in
Bobby George's apartment.
You may wanna be
there before he busts in.
Let's go, Danno.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Listen... is this a bust?
I mean, what's Bobby
supposed to have done?
We think Bobby George
has been kidnapped.
(scoffs) You're putting me on.
Hardly.
WOMAN (scoffs): Man, oh, man.
Man, oh, man.
Why would anyone
wanna kidnap him? (sighs)
Hey, like, give me
a minute, will you?
You gotta be putting me on.
It's a gag, right?
(chuckles)
Bobby sent you.
No gag.
Did he have any
money of his own?
Where could he put his
hands on enough money
to make it worthwhile
to a kidnapper?
I'm blank. Like, I
just blew my mind.
Did he have anything of value?
Anything they
could hold him for?
No. Nothing.
Steve.
Thanks, Danno.
Who is, uh, D.J. Georgiade?
What?
D.J. Georgiade? What's
his connection with Bobby?
I thought he was kidding.
I thought he was, um, making
up a story like some people do
to come off bigger
than they are, you know?
What kind of story?
Bobby said...
He said he changed his
name to Bobby George.
He said his father
was D.J. Georgiade.
The head of the
hotel chain. Mm-hm.
But it couldn't be. I...
I mean, the guy's a jillionaire.
He must own a hundred hotels.
(sighs)
Bobby couldn't be his son.
Check it out in New York, Danno.
Will you call his office? Yeah.
Bobby's gonna be okay, isn't he?
I don't know.
Well, uh... I mean... Oh, man.
ANCHORMAN (on TV): Good evening.
And topping our
late-evening news final tonight,
still the story of the
apparent kidnapping
of popular young
singer, Bobby George.
We'll have the latest
details on that story,
and the rest of tonight's
news, in just a minute.
MAN (on TV): Nature.
Litter isn't carried by insects,
it doesn't fall from the...
Hey. Bobby, hey. (moans)
They're talking about
you on the TV. Mm.
Every litter bit hurts you.
Carry a litter bag
in your car or boat.
Save your trash for
the nearest litter basket.
Keep your home beautiful.
Keep America beautiful.
Pop singer Bobby George
was kidnapped tonight
at the Swinger Club,
only minutes after
he'd finished his stage act.
We don't have many details yet,
and the Honolulu
Police Department
says it really doesn't
have any leads.
Bobby George's father
has now been identified
as D.J. Georgiade.
He's the owner of the
big Georgiade hotel chain.
He was notified immediately.
Reportedly, he's on
his way to Honolulu.
Witnesses at the club
said that two armed men
took the young singer
out the back entrance.
Police are now waiting to
see if there will be a contact
to demand ransom money.
Georgiade boarded a plane
at Kennedy Airport
in New York tonight,
but he had no comment
for waiting reporters.
New York. Hey, man, New York.
That's it, baby. Coast to coast.
Honolulu and all points
in between. We got them.
(TV clicks off)
It's working.
Yeah, and by tomorrow,
the rest of the mainland
will have picked it up.
"Bobby George snatched."
Headlines all over.
Bobby George, the
star. Hey, man, the star.
There won't be a club
or a TV show anywhere
that won't be
begging you to sign.
(sizzling)
(laughing)
( menacing theme playing)
(all laughing)
(airplane flying overhead)
Mr. Georgiade? Yes?
McGarrett. Five-0.
State Police Unit.
Is there any news?
I'm sorry, sir. Not yet.
You should have made
more progress by now.
Attorney General
is waiting for you.
I think we can get you
through the news media.
Why?
Mr. Georgiade, this is
an extremely delicate time
in a kidnap case.
I strongly advise you
not to make any
public statements.
My attitude is no secret.
I just want my son back.
Then take my
advice: say nothing.
(indistinct chatter)
MAN: Practice, practice.
Have you had any contact
from the kidnappers
yet, Mr. Georgiade?
Mr. Georgiade has no
comment to make at this time.
Please, gentlemen.
Are you prepared to
pay off any ransom fee?
Let us through,
please. No comment.
When was the last time you
saw your son, Mr. Georgiade?
No comment. No comment.
Did you ever think
that this would happen?
Uh, just a minute, gentlemen.
Just a minute. I'm gonna
give you a statement.
I advise you not
to make any st...
I'm very upset over
what's happened.
I'm also very upset
so far that your police
have been able to
do absolutely nothing.
I mean to rectify
this situation.
This gentleman with
me is, uh, Peter Taylor,
head of my company's
security forces.
Does that mean you're gonna
conduct your own investigation?
I wouldn't answer that.
It means that I'm
gonna do anything
and everything I can
to get my son back.
What exactly do
you have in mind?
I'm not at liberty to
disclose our plans,
other than the $5,000 reward
I'm now offering
for information.
That means any information.
No questions asked.
Complete guarantee of secrecy.
Another question, Mr. Georgiade.
Any comment, McGarrett? No.
I think you made a
mistake at the airport.
The advice McGarrett gave
you to make no comment
is practical and sound
in a case like this.
I expect more from the
Attorney General of this state
than mere platitudes.
What about the FBI?
They've been alerted,
and they're cooperating.
Red tape, silence, platitudes.
A man can get better help
and advice from his enemies.
Let me set you
straight, Mr. Georgiade.
The greatest enemy your
son has right now is you.
Look, I don't... I don't have
to take that kind of abuse.
McGarrett and every
available man of Five-0,
the Honolulu Police
Department and the FBI
are working to find your boy.
And we will find him,
unless you blow it
by offering to exchange
a bag full of money
for a bullet in his head.
No, that's ridiculous.
Not to a kidnapper.
For him, it's an easy payoff,
and nobody to put
the finger on him.
So if you wanna give your son
the best chance of
getting back alive,
let us handle it.
(intercom buzzes)
Yes?
Just a moment, please.
It's for you, Steve.
McGarrett.
Yeah, what do you got, Danno?
Good, thank you.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
( ominous theme playing)
Mr. Georgiade, in
McGarrett, you've got the best.
Believe me, the best.
Carol found it in her mailbox.
Addressed to her in
Bobby's handwriting.
Only her prints are on it.
BOBBY (on tape): Carol...
I'm being forced to
make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine,
so if the police get hold of it,
they won't find
any fingerprints.
So far I'm okay.
They haven't hurt
me or anything.
Honey, you have to get
in touch with my father.
Tell him to come
to Hawaii right away.
These people wanna
contact him about money.
Talk to him when he gets here.
Tell him please,
for the first time in
his life, cooperate.
I'm scared that they'll kill me.
(clicks tape off)
No postage. It must
have been hand-delivered.
Kono, check it out. See
if you can find anybody
who saw this being
put in the mailbox.
Chin's already
started. I'll double up.
Danno, take this tape over
to KGMB-TV, to
Charlie, uh... Grey.
Yeah.
I wanna know
everything about it.
Who made it. Who sells it.
How old it is. Everything.
I want a full audio test made.
Every noise, breath
and background sound
they can bring up, huh?
Yeah. Right.
At least we know
he's still alive.
JERRY: I just don't wanna be
caught with a victim on my hands.
You die, baby.
Jerry.
Orthodox procedure, kid.
Never get caught with
a fish hanging around
longer than you have to.
Close your eyes.
Hold your breath.
One... No, J... two...
(laughing)
You believed it.
You really believed it.
(laughing)
Don't you ever...
Don't you ever do
that to me again.
Bobby, baby, I was
just putting you on.
Hey. What's going on?
Nothing.
(panting)
Was it any trouble?
No, not a bit.
Nobody even looked at me.
Here, baby, you need that.
Hey, man, you just
missed all the fun.
I just scared old Bobby so
bad, I almost blew his mind.
What do you mean?
I just acted out for him
what it would be like.
For real.
Very funny. Oh.
Hey, was there
any, uh... Any talk?
Yeah, lots of it.
Hey, they found Bobby's
car where we dumped it.
They must have the tape by now.
Boy, I bet the cops are
really sweating Carol.
"Did you see anybody
suspicious? Who were his friends?"
Yeah.
Well, the minute
somebody says friends,
we're gonna be on that list.
You'd better believe it, baby.
Good old Jerry
and good old Allen.
But there is no way
that they can tie us in.
But no way, baby.
(snaps open knife)
(laughing)
BOBBY: Carol, I'm being
forced to make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine,
so if the police get hold of it,
they won't find
any fingerprints.
So far I'm okay.
They haven't hurt...
Charlie. Hi, Steve.
How we doing? Okay.
I checked the serial
number of the tape
with the local stock on the
island. It's professional stuff.
Beaty's Music Center
is the exclusive outlet.
They're checking
sales records now.
Good start, Danno. You
got anything, Charlie?
Mm-hm. Take a look.
BOBBY: Carol, I'm being
forced to make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine.
There's a high frequency signal
coming from the microphone,
the mike cable, or
some kind of interference
from the set itself.
Whatever it is, we'll be able
to identify the tape recorder,
if you ever find it.
That's good evidence
for a courtroom.
But right now, I'd
settle for anything
that might tell us
where they are.
(telephone rings)
Charlie.
Hold on. Beaty's.
Huh.
Yeah, this is Williams.
All right.
I want a complete list.
They're making a list, but,
uh, one thing's for sure...
Bobby George bought
a lot of that tape himself.
We're ready now, Mr. Georgiade.
Mr. Georgiade,
talk right to the lens.
Be forceful. Make
them know you mean it...
I know how to talk
into a camera, Taylor.
And I know how to talk to these
people who are holding Bobby.
ANNOUNCER: A KGMB News Bulletin.
Ladies and gentlemen,
a statement from the father
of the kidnapped entertainer,
Bobby George,
Mr. D.J. Georgiade.
I'm directing this
statement, this appeal...
to two men only.
The men who
kidnapped my son, Bobby.
I received your taped
message. And I understand it.
And I assure you,
I mean to cooperate
with you as fully as I can.
Believe me, I mean
what I'm now going to say.
I will pay you anything you ask.
Anything... for the
release of my son.
But I plead to
you... don't hurt him.
There's no need
for it. No need at all.
Just, uh...
Just tell me where you
wish me to contact you,
and I'll meet with your demands.
I'll wait for your
further instructions.
You've just heard a statement
from Mr. D.J. Georgiade,
owner of the
Georgiade hotel chain.
Hey, how about that?
Yeah.
Yeah, my old man's been
keeping busy on the tube all right.
Talk about publicity.
You're getting even more
coverage than you figured.
He looked kind of
worried, didn't he?
Huh?
My old man, he looked kind of...
I don't know. It's
been five years.
I guess they age fast
when they reach his bracket.
The way he kept
saying he'd pay anything.
How much you figure your
old man's worth, Bobby?
Oh, man, I don't
know. I don't keep track.
Look, I've been thinking.
Maybe we better stage
my escape right away.
I mean, instead of
milking it, you know?
Why?
Well, we made the scene,
and it worked out great.
Yeah, my old man, he's...
He's really worried.
Man, you flip me.
Why's that?
Well, all the time
you planned this thing,
you kept saying you weren't
even sure your old man
would fly in from New York.
And now you're
saying he's worried.
I never figured.
It gets funny, sometimes you
get wrapped up with your own bag.
Singing and hotels.
Yeah, and then it looks
like splitting the scene
was real cool.
You've got no room
for anybody else.
You know what I mean?
Are you blowing your
mind or something, man?
Look, I got all the
publicity I need,
so why don't we just tie me up,
blindfold me, and dump
me out on the road, huh?
If you say so.
I was beginning
to enjoy all the fuss.
But he said he'd pay anything.
Really anything.
So what? He's Bobby's father.
Yeah, but he's loaded, baby. I
mean, he would pay anything.
All right, come on, fellows.
Let's get packed
up, huh? Come on.
Uh, how much do
you figure you're worth
to your old man, Bobby?
Two, 300,000? Four?
What's the difference?
Half a million, maybe?
Al, what would you do
with a half a million bucks?
I'd turn on the
whole world, man.
Yeah, baby. The whole world.
Hey, look. Will you
guys quit gassing?
Come on, I wanna
get this thing over with.
Now, wait a minute,
Bobby. I mean, a half million.
Jerry... as my manager,
you get 25 percent
of the take, right?
Making all the big hotels,
traveling all over this oyster.
Man, I'm telling you it's
gonna be swinging, swinging.
Twenty-five percent
of a question mark
doesn't come close
to half a million, Bobby.
Hey, are you crazy?
Now, look, we don't
dare go near that money.
Even if the old man
is willing to put it up.
Why not? You said you didn't
dig the cat, didn't you? Didn't he?
All right, so I said it.
Gag's over, that's all. I just
don't feel like stretching it.
Well, maybe it doesn't matter
what you feel like anymore.
You brought us this far,
we'll take it the
rest of the way.
Jerry Parks, the
practical joker.
Now, look, will you
stop playing kidnapper
and get packed, huh?
You're... You're
not leaving, Bobby.
You're crazy.
Allen?
Allen, go on. Tell
him he's crazy.
Two hundred and
50,000 apiece, Al.
You heard the news,
they don't have a clue.
You're both crazy.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Allen! Allen, help me!
(grunts)
Man, I never thought I'd
ever do anything like this.
Yeah. Neither did I.
But I never thought I'd have
a half million bucks either.
( dramatic theme playing)
This is the kidnap
tape we ran originally.
BOBBY: Carol, I'm being
forced to make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine,
so if the police get hold
of it they won't find...
All right, this is the
tape you brought me
from Bobby George's apartment,
recorded on his machine.
Now, watch the
two of them together.
I'm being forced to
make this recording.
♪ Ain't no big thing ♪
They've made me handle it
♪ No coffee To fill the cup ♪
so if the police get hold of it,
they won't find
any fingerprints.
♪ Let 'em roll ♪
So far I'm okay.
They haven't hurt me...
Hm.
Both tapes made
on the same recorder.
No mistake. Exactly the same.
The kidnap tape, the tape
from Bobby George's apartment.
The pattern's identical.
And it was Bobby's machine?
No question.
Why would they take
him back to his apartment?
Wait a minute.
Right. Never went
back to the apartment.
Then the only time he could
have made the ransom tape
was before he was kidnapped.
Bull's-eye.
This is one big fat hoax.
McGARRETT:
Mr. Georgiade, we've been had.
It's a publicity stunt.
I don't believe it. It
couldn't have been that way.
What else accounts
for it? You tell me.
I don't know. But I do
know that my Bobby
could never pull a
stunt like that on me.
What makes you so sure?
He's my son. I know him.
How long since you've seen him?
What's that got to do
with it? He's still my son.
Do you know anything
about his friends?
How he lives, what he
thinks, how he feels?
All right, all right.
I'm a busy man.
I haven't seen
much of him, but...
But I take care of him.
How? By sending him checks?
You don't know him
any better than I do,
and I don't know him at all.
I'm very tired, McGarrett.
I haven't had much sleep
since you first called
me in New York.
But what difference
does it make anyway?
If it's a publicity stunt,
then Bobby's all right,
and that's all that counts.
No, not quite.
Well, you just
said it was a hoax.
It's also a criminal conspiracy
with intent to commit extortion.
You're not gonna press charges
just because of
a practical joke?
A joke? There's nothing funny
about the hundreds of man-hours
and thousands of dollars
that have been wasted.
Well, figure out the costs
and send them to
my New York office.
Call off your men,
and I'll pay the bill.
Money fixes everything, huh?
Not a chance. I wouldn't
call them off if I could.
( tense theme playing)
(door closes)
Lay it out, Danno.
Hundred and three calls
reporting Bobby everywhere
from surfing in Makaha
to waiting on tables.
All checked out,
all drew a blank.
Kono? Seven extortion letters
from five drunks
and two psychos.
Three confessions.
A firm offer from
some big kahuna
to pray him home safe,
and that's all, brother.
Chin?
Big swinger, that boy.
Plenty of chicks on the string.
Outside of that, all clean.
What have you got, Jasper? Zero.
But whether Bobby
engineered it or not,
it's still a kidnap
in our books.
Okay, we go again,
right from the top.
Retrace every step.
Recheck every lead.
Anyone who ever
knew Bobby George.
(phone buzzes)
Yeah?
Okay, send him in.
Including the ones
we missed at Carol's.
I want this rock
turned inside out.
We got to find that kid.
This package came
special delivery, McGarrett.
Mailed somewhere in Honolulu.
Dust it. Play it.
BOBBY: Dad.
Dad, this is Bobby.
I-I'm... I'm still
okay, I... Sort of.
Dad, they're gonna kill me
if you don't give
them a half a million.
They heard you on TV,
you said you'd pay anything.
Dad, I'm sorry, I...
( smacking) ( BOBBY grunting)
All right.
Half a million in
small denominations.
You have 24 hours to get it.
And... And you have
to put it in two suitcases.
And take the suitcases
and leave them
on the north side of
the Kapalama Canal,
where it meets Nimitz Highway,
before 5:00 tomorrow afternoon.
Dad, please.
Please tell the
police to stay away.
Unless the man gets back
here safe with the money, they'll...
They'll kill me.
If he sees anybody around
at all, they'll kill me, Dad.
And they... They really mean it.
They want you to go on TV and...
And say you agree.
They'll be watching.
This doesn't sound
like a hoax, McGarrett.
No, it doesn't.
He's too scared.
Danno, take the
tape over to KGMB.
Run the same test.
Right.
I've advised
Mr. Georgiade to pay.
There'll be plenty of time
to recover the money later.
The important thing
is to get Bobby back.
We've got work for you
to do, Mr. Georgiade.
JASPER: We have plans to
make about the ransom money.
Marking it and
plotting the drop.
Kono... alert the FBI.
Work with them.
Sure thing.
Where now, boss?
Got a date with a
couple of swingers.
( dance jazz music
playing on stereo)
Sure, our guys
know Bobby George.
They've been swinging
together four or five weeks now.
What are their names?
Jerry Parks and Allen Brent.
Allen's mine.
Are they, um... close
friends of Bobby's?
They've been turning
it on like... Man.
Like, Jerry's gonna
be his manager.
Make all the big club
scenes from Frisco to Roma.
Where can I talk to them?
On the mainland.
What are they doing
on the mainland?
GIRL 1: Vacation. You sure?
Sure, we're sure. We
took them to the airport.
And you saw them
get on the plane?
Uh-huh.
Why, what's the matter?
Where'd they go?
GIRL 2: The mainland, we said.
Yeah, I know,
honey. But which city?
Well... the flight
was to Los Angeles.
Where are they
staying in Los Angeles?
Can't help you
there. They didn't say.
Get on the horn to
L.A.P.D. right away, huh?
Let me know if
you hear from, uh,
yours or yours, huh?
They might be able to help us.
Dig?
Groovy.
Come on, Allen. Sit
down. He's all right.
I'm scared, Jerry.
I mean, suppose his old man
leaves the money like we said.
And suppose the cops
stay away like we said.
How do we get away?
We are away, baby, remember?
Sure, sure. We
go to the airport,
buy tickets under the
same phony names
we came back on, and
fly off with the money.
That's right.
Stash the money in the
banks on the mainland,
come back as us, vacation over.
Jerry,
who's gonna let
us fly off this island
once Bobby tells
who grabbed him?
Sit down, will you?
Come on, baby, sit.
Now, dig.
You gotta get
some facts straight.
Bobby ain't gonna
tell who grabbed him.
You're dreaming.
(scoffs)
You beat the guy up...
gag him, tie him...
take his father
for half a million.
And he's not gonna tell anybody?
(sighs): That's right.
'Cause he'll be dead.
(scoffs)
( dramatic theme playing)
Now, wait.
I said okay to make
a grab for the money,
I never said anything
about killing him.
It's the same thing, buddy.
You can't have one
without the other.
Look, let's just turn him
loose and get out of here.
Maybe he'll keep his mouth shut.
We've already sent
the ransom note.
We're already holding
him against his will.
We're already
guilty of kidnapping.
You think I want to spend
my time in prison now?
Do you? 'Cause that's what
it'd be like and for a lot of years.
Oh, man.
(claps hands)
If I'd known you're
gonna be like this,
I never would've
got into it at all.
It was your idea from the start:
"Let's get Bobby
a little publicity."
Did I let you down? No.
Even though we
could've gone to jail
when it was still a joke.
Dig, baby, dig. I understand.
I know you're scared. So am I.
But, Allen, we can do it.
You and I together,
we can do it.
We'd be set for life, baby.
For life.
Dig it.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Well, Jer... how would we do it?
I mean, I wouldn't
wanna do anything
that would make any blood.
They always find
out about the blood.
( dramatic theme playing)
What is that? A song or
some music in the background.
Sounds like a radio. (
faint music playing on tape)
BOBBY (on tape): I'm still okay.
Turn it up, will you?
Dad, they're gonna kill me
if you don't give
them a half a million.
That's Hawaiian. You
said you'd pay anything...
Kono, you recognize that song?
All right. Yeah.
It's an old Hawaiian standard.
Half a million in
small denominations.
Probably trying to drown
out any identifying noise, huh?
It's definitely a radio or TV.
I can just about
hear some static.
Filter it out by frequency,
would you, Charlie?
See if you can come
up with anything.
Anything we can use at all.
( Hawaiian music
playing) ( signal whistling)
There's something else,
but I can't make it out.
Wait a minute, it's
coming through.
No. No good.
It's only an airplane
passing overhead.
Wait a minute.
Play it. Play it back.
(tape rewinds)
BOBBY: Before
5:00... ( signal whistling)
( Hawaiian music playing)
( plane engine humming)
Kono, hit every disc
jockey on the island.
Ask them to check
their station logs.
I wanna know exactly what
time that song went on the air.
Sure thing.
Danno, that plane we
heard was a prop job.
Check on all the islands.
I want flight plans and times
every propeller
plane was in the air.
Will do.
Thank you, Charlie. Great help.
Here.
Coffee helps.
It's a long shot, Steve.
Long shots sometimes
pay off, Danno.
Steve? Yeah.
Those two jokers took
off for the mainland
like the girls said.
Checked all return
flights, all lines.
Their names didn't show.
Could be a good
setup for an alibi.
They fly to the mainland
and fly right back
under assumed names.
What about their apartments?
We have them staked. No
sign since the day they left.
McGARRETT: How about cars?
Parked at their garages.
Do they have jobs?
Allen worked at a souvenir shop.
Asked for a vacation, got it.
Business was slow.
Jerry Parks wasn't
working steady.
Odd jobs down at the beach.
Surf shop, sanding
boards, stuff like that.
Nobody seen him,
nobody missed him.
(phone buzzes)
Yeah?
Danno, it's for you.
Sit down.
Yeah?
Chin, I want a complete
rundown on cars,
rentals, stolen cars,
leases, anything.
Anything at all in the way of
transportation for those two.
Okay, Steve.
Gonna be a long night, brother.
Ain't no big thing.
Got a fix on that song, Steve.
It hit the air at 8:05 p.m.
Good.
Well, that gives
us half of it then.
I got the other half.
Flight plans show three
single-engine prop
planes in the air that day.
Only one that night. A
flight from Molokai to Kauai.
Lay it out, Danno.
Aeronautics said the
plane took off at 7:30,
and that's 26 miles offshore.
Cruising speed...
They gave it to us
in ground speed.
110 miles an hour.
Lay it out in
15-minute intervals.
See where it'll put us
at approximately 8:05
when that song hit the air.
Seven forty-five
would be Mokapu Point.
Koolau Range, 8:00.
Just before Kaone Point, 8:15.
Mm. That does it.
Wahiawa district.
Right.
The plane was flying
at about, uh, 2,000 feet.
It's a good thing
they stayed low.
Wahiawa, Kunia, Schofield.
That's still a lot
of ground to cover.
Yeah, it could be anyplace
between Waipahu and Whitmore.
Okay, get the word out.
Don't saturate the area...
They might get wise and panic.
- -but cover it.
( mysterious theme playing)
(lightly snoring)
(door opens)
CHIN: Steve. What do you got?
Nothing.
Nobody we want showed
themselves around Wahiawa district.
What about the cars?
Nothing leased or rented to
anybody fitting the description.
They had to get to
Honolulu to mail that tape.
It's too far to walk. Maybe
somebody's driving them.
It doesn't figure there
are more than two of them.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Maybe Kono's right.
Me? How?
Somebody is driving them.
They could be taking buses.
Look.
There are two main
routes to that area,
Kam Highway and Kaneohe Road.
Cover them both. Jasper, you
get your boys to ride those buses.
What makes you think Scott
and Parks will come out again?
We're gonna force them out.
How can you possibly
force them out?
I can't, but you can.
How?
Well, you're due
to go on the air
in two hours to, uh,
agree to the ransom, right?
Don't try to talk me out
of that. Not a chance.
Tell them the
tape was fouled up.
That you need another
one for the directions.
They'll spot it as a trick.
Maybe.
If they think so, they
may possibly hurt Bobby.
Tell him the normal
m.o. on a kidnapping.
They usually kill the victim
when they get the money.
I don't know.
I do. They'll have
to keep Bobby alive
long enough to
make another tape.
McGarrett... I don't
have any faith in you
or your hunches or your tricks.
Mr. Georgiade, I don't much
care what you think about me.
My only concern is for your son.
Then how can you ask me to
risk his life on a chance like this?
Because if you don't,
he doesn't have one.
GEORGIADE (on TV):
I... I agree with all you say,
but... I don't know
where to leave the money.
Something happened to the tape.
I can... I can hear Bobby
start to tell me where
to leave the money,
but... But then it fades.
Please.
Please repeat your instructions.
And again, I... I beg of you...
don't hurt my son.
ANNOUNCER: A KGMB News Bulletin.
(clicks TV off)
What do you think, Jer?
It stinks.
Let's get out of here.
Tie him up, leave him.
We could be back on the mainland
and lost before they find him.
We do that, and
we lose the money.
Look, I don't care
about the money.
I just wanna get out
of this whole thing.
You're in, baby, you
understand? You're in.
Now, cool it about
the talk about running.
We have Bobby make another tape.
You take it into
town, and we split fast.
And what about Bobby?
We have to kill him.
I can't do that, Jer.
Come on, I just can't do it.
All right.
I'll do it while you're gone.
Meet you in town.
( tense theme playing)
Jer...
Thanks. Yeah, it's cool.
Now, go in there and
set up the tape recorder.
(sighs)
Maintain five-minute
checks on all key positions.
MAN: Yes, sir.
We've got an hour and 15
minutes left for them to move out,
or we've got to
make the money drop.
Sitting out here gives
you lots of time to think.
Any conclusions?
GEORGIADE: I'm
not sure there are any.
All I'm certain of is...
I want my boy back alive.
So do we.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hey, what is this?
(sighs)
It's getting time, Bobby.
Come on, Jerry, untie me.
No. You and me, we
got something to do.
It's getting time.
(tires screeching)
Where is he?
Hey, I don't get all this.
Where's who?
Look. Your time just ran out.
If that kid is dead, so are you.
Now, look, once
more, where is he?
I didn't want to have to do
it, Bobby, you understand?
The whole thing
got away from us.
I never thought it
would be like this.
Jerry.
Now, Jerry, listen to me.
I won't say anything.
I swear to you, I'll...
I-I'll tell them I
never saw you.
It's too late. They'd
break you, I know it.
I don't wanna have to use this.
Look, baby, I got these pills.
Sleeping pills.
Now, you take 'em
and it'll be all over.
Now, open your mouth.
Otherwise, I gotta use the gun.
It's gonna hurt.
Now, take the pills.
(grunting)
Use your head, man!
It's gotta happen anyway!
Why can't you be reasonable?
Why can't you do
it the easy way?
Take the pills. (grunting)
You see what you've made me do?
I told you I didn't
wanna have to hurt you.
You can never listen.
You've had it so good all
these years. You've had it easy.
For once in your life,
make it easy for somebody else.
Now, take the pills!
(grunting)
(door slams open)
( dramatic theme playing)
He's still breathing.
Get on the horn.
Get an ambulance.
Yes, sir.
You all right? (gasps)
I guess you wanna take
me down and book me, huh?
You guessed right.
Look, I... I know what I did
is all very stupid, and I'm...
I'm sorry.
You hotshots are always
sorry when the damage is done.
Your old man's over there.
I don't think I can face him.
Look. You're not
gonna cop out on this.
You're going over
there and talk to him.
( melancholy theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
♪ Yeah. It ain't no
big thing Brother ♪
♪ When things ain't looking up ♪
♪ ain't no big thing Brother ♪
♪ When there's no
coffee To fill the cup ♪
♪ Because the good
times Are comin' ♪
♪ Oh, let 'em
roll, Let 'em roll ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪
♪ When things ain't looking up ♪
♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪
♪ When there's no
coffee To fill the cup ♪
♪ Because the good
times Are comin' ♪
♪ Let 'em roll ♪
♪ Let 'em roll ♪
♪ No, it ain't
Oh, no, it ain't ♪
♪ Ain't no big thing ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
(applause)
(crowd laughs)
(upbeat jazz plays)
Bobby. Bobby?
Bobby, can we have
your autograph, please?
Yes, certainly. Oh,
you're the greatest.
Oh, you're really neat.
MAN: Hey, Bobby.
Shh.
(screams)
What's going on here? Is
this a gag or something?
No gag.
Inside, sweetheart.
Come on!
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Hey!
Hey, what's going on?
Hey! What are you guys
doing? Just drop that.
( dramatic theme playing)
(tires screeching)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(siren stops)
(indistinct chatter)
I got so scared,
I just went blank.
Sure. Now, you girls can go now.
What have we got?
Armed abduction. Go.
Two men in stocking
masks came in and took
the singer Bobby George,
and drove away in his car.
Any leads?
Nothing yet. But
it's a little quick.
I sent Kono over to check
out the boy's apartment.
Lieutenant Jasper has an APB out
on the car and Bobby George.
Good. (door closes)
Hey, you guys ain't gonna
close my place, are you?
This is Ted Harmon, the manager.
Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
Mr. Harmon. Hi.
This is all I need.
I'll be on the phone tomorrow
all day looking
for a replacement.
I hope I have a lot better
luck than I had with this one.
What's that mean?
Well, he didn't draw the crowds.
He was a flop.
You pay him much?
Well, ask him,
he'll say peanuts.
Ask me, I'm breaking my back.
How much? Three bills.
Did he, uh, have any
money of his own?
He didn't spread it around here.
Did he gamble or,
uh, borrow money?
Uh, those are
questions cops ask.
Me, I wouldn't know.
Did he ever ask for a
raise or an advance?
No, he didn't ask.
McGARRETT: How about drugs?
Is he a user or a pusher?
No, no. I run a clean place.
What his private business
was, I don't know and I don't care.
You don't care?
Well, what I mean is,
there's lots of kids on the
island like Bobby George.
One out of 10,000, maybe
they got a little extra something.
Maybe, uh, one out of
50,000 might be a hit.
But a joint like this,
they come in, they go out.
Me, I keep hoping.
Maybe they'll make
a hit for me one day.
But not Bobby George.
Not Bobby George.
Why would anyone
wanna snatch him?
A good question. Steve.
Yup. Just got a call
from you man, Kono.
Said there's somebody in
Bobby George's apartment.
You may wanna be
there before he busts in.
Let's go, Danno.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Listen... is this a bust?
I mean, what's Bobby
supposed to have done?
We think Bobby George
has been kidnapped.
(scoffs) You're putting me on.
Hardly.
WOMAN (scoffs): Man, oh, man.
Man, oh, man.
Why would anyone
wanna kidnap him? (sighs)
Hey, like, give me
a minute, will you?
You gotta be putting me on.
It's a gag, right?
(chuckles)
Bobby sent you.
No gag.
Did he have any
money of his own?
Where could he put his
hands on enough money
to make it worthwhile
to a kidnapper?
I'm blank. Like, I
just blew my mind.
Did he have anything of value?
Anything they
could hold him for?
No. Nothing.
Steve.
Thanks, Danno.
Who is, uh, D.J. Georgiade?
What?
D.J. Georgiade? What's
his connection with Bobby?
I thought he was kidding.
I thought he was, um, making
up a story like some people do
to come off bigger
than they are, you know?
What kind of story?
Bobby said...
He said he changed his
name to Bobby George.
He said his father
was D.J. Georgiade.
The head of the
hotel chain. Mm-hm.
But it couldn't be. I...
I mean, the guy's a jillionaire.
He must own a hundred hotels.
(sighs)
Bobby couldn't be his son.
Check it out in New York, Danno.
Will you call his office? Yeah.
Bobby's gonna be okay, isn't he?
I don't know.
Well, uh... I mean... Oh, man.
ANCHORMAN (on TV): Good evening.
And topping our
late-evening news final tonight,
still the story of the
apparent kidnapping
of popular young
singer, Bobby George.
We'll have the latest
details on that story,
and the rest of tonight's
news, in just a minute.
MAN (on TV): Nature.
Litter isn't carried by insects,
it doesn't fall from the...
Hey. Bobby, hey. (moans)
They're talking about
you on the TV. Mm.
Every litter bit hurts you.
Carry a litter bag
in your car or boat.
Save your trash for
the nearest litter basket.
Keep your home beautiful.
Keep America beautiful.
Pop singer Bobby George
was kidnapped tonight
at the Swinger Club,
only minutes after
he'd finished his stage act.
We don't have many details yet,
and the Honolulu
Police Department
says it really doesn't
have any leads.
Bobby George's father
has now been identified
as D.J. Georgiade.
He's the owner of the
big Georgiade hotel chain.
He was notified immediately.
Reportedly, he's on
his way to Honolulu.
Witnesses at the club
said that two armed men
took the young singer
out the back entrance.
Police are now waiting to
see if there will be a contact
to demand ransom money.
Georgiade boarded a plane
at Kennedy Airport
in New York tonight,
but he had no comment
for waiting reporters.
New York. Hey, man, New York.
That's it, baby. Coast to coast.
Honolulu and all points
in between. We got them.
(TV clicks off)
It's working.
Yeah, and by tomorrow,
the rest of the mainland
will have picked it up.
"Bobby George snatched."
Headlines all over.
Bobby George, the
star. Hey, man, the star.
There won't be a club
or a TV show anywhere
that won't be
begging you to sign.
(sizzling)
(laughing)
( menacing theme playing)
(all laughing)
(airplane flying overhead)
Mr. Georgiade? Yes?
McGarrett. Five-0.
State Police Unit.
Is there any news?
I'm sorry, sir. Not yet.
You should have made
more progress by now.
Attorney General
is waiting for you.
I think we can get you
through the news media.
Why?
Mr. Georgiade, this is
an extremely delicate time
in a kidnap case.
I strongly advise you
not to make any
public statements.
My attitude is no secret.
I just want my son back.
Then take my
advice: say nothing.
(indistinct chatter)
MAN: Practice, practice.
Have you had any contact
from the kidnappers
yet, Mr. Georgiade?
Mr. Georgiade has no
comment to make at this time.
Please, gentlemen.
Are you prepared to
pay off any ransom fee?
Let us through,
please. No comment.
When was the last time you
saw your son, Mr. Georgiade?
No comment. No comment.
Did you ever think
that this would happen?
Uh, just a minute, gentlemen.
Just a minute. I'm gonna
give you a statement.
I advise you not
to make any st...
I'm very upset over
what's happened.
I'm also very upset
so far that your police
have been able to
do absolutely nothing.
I mean to rectify
this situation.
This gentleman with
me is, uh, Peter Taylor,
head of my company's
security forces.
Does that mean you're gonna
conduct your own investigation?
I wouldn't answer that.
It means that I'm
gonna do anything
and everything I can
to get my son back.
What exactly do
you have in mind?
I'm not at liberty to
disclose our plans,
other than the $5,000 reward
I'm now offering
for information.
That means any information.
No questions asked.
Complete guarantee of secrecy.
Another question, Mr. Georgiade.
Any comment, McGarrett? No.
I think you made a
mistake at the airport.
The advice McGarrett gave
you to make no comment
is practical and sound
in a case like this.
I expect more from the
Attorney General of this state
than mere platitudes.
What about the FBI?
They've been alerted,
and they're cooperating.
Red tape, silence, platitudes.
A man can get better help
and advice from his enemies.
Let me set you
straight, Mr. Georgiade.
The greatest enemy your
son has right now is you.
Look, I don't... I don't have
to take that kind of abuse.
McGarrett and every
available man of Five-0,
the Honolulu Police
Department and the FBI
are working to find your boy.
And we will find him,
unless you blow it
by offering to exchange
a bag full of money
for a bullet in his head.
No, that's ridiculous.
Not to a kidnapper.
For him, it's an easy payoff,
and nobody to put
the finger on him.
So if you wanna give your son
the best chance of
getting back alive,
let us handle it.
(intercom buzzes)
Yes?
Just a moment, please.
It's for you, Steve.
McGarrett.
Yeah, what do you got, Danno?
Good, thank you.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
( ominous theme playing)
Mr. Georgiade, in
McGarrett, you've got the best.
Believe me, the best.
Carol found it in her mailbox.
Addressed to her in
Bobby's handwriting.
Only her prints are on it.
BOBBY (on tape): Carol...
I'm being forced to
make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine,
so if the police get hold of it,
they won't find
any fingerprints.
So far I'm okay.
They haven't hurt
me or anything.
Honey, you have to get
in touch with my father.
Tell him to come
to Hawaii right away.
These people wanna
contact him about money.
Talk to him when he gets here.
Tell him please,
for the first time in
his life, cooperate.
I'm scared that they'll kill me.
(clicks tape off)
No postage. It must
have been hand-delivered.
Kono, check it out. See
if you can find anybody
who saw this being
put in the mailbox.
Chin's already
started. I'll double up.
Danno, take this tape over
to KGMB-TV, to
Charlie, uh... Grey.
Yeah.
I wanna know
everything about it.
Who made it. Who sells it.
How old it is. Everything.
I want a full audio test made.
Every noise, breath
and background sound
they can bring up, huh?
Yeah. Right.
At least we know
he's still alive.
JERRY: I just don't wanna be
caught with a victim on my hands.
You die, baby.
Jerry.
Orthodox procedure, kid.
Never get caught with
a fish hanging around
longer than you have to.
Close your eyes.
Hold your breath.
One... No, J... two...
(laughing)
You believed it.
You really believed it.
(laughing)
Don't you ever...
Don't you ever do
that to me again.
Bobby, baby, I was
just putting you on.
Hey. What's going on?
Nothing.
(panting)
Was it any trouble?
No, not a bit.
Nobody even looked at me.
Here, baby, you need that.
Hey, man, you just
missed all the fun.
I just scared old Bobby so
bad, I almost blew his mind.
What do you mean?
I just acted out for him
what it would be like.
For real.
Very funny. Oh.
Hey, was there
any, uh... Any talk?
Yeah, lots of it.
Hey, they found Bobby's
car where we dumped it.
They must have the tape by now.
Boy, I bet the cops are
really sweating Carol.
"Did you see anybody
suspicious? Who were his friends?"
Yeah.
Well, the minute
somebody says friends,
we're gonna be on that list.
You'd better believe it, baby.
Good old Jerry
and good old Allen.
But there is no way
that they can tie us in.
But no way, baby.
(snaps open knife)
(laughing)
BOBBY: Carol, I'm being
forced to make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine,
so if the police get hold of it,
they won't find
any fingerprints.
So far I'm okay.
They haven't hurt...
Charlie. Hi, Steve.
How we doing? Okay.
I checked the serial
number of the tape
with the local stock on the
island. It's professional stuff.
Beaty's Music Center
is the exclusive outlet.
They're checking
sales records now.
Good start, Danno. You
got anything, Charlie?
Mm-hm. Take a look.
BOBBY: Carol, I'm being
forced to make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine.
There's a high frequency signal
coming from the microphone,
the mike cable, or
some kind of interference
from the set itself.
Whatever it is, we'll be able
to identify the tape recorder,
if you ever find it.
That's good evidence
for a courtroom.
But right now, I'd
settle for anything
that might tell us
where they are.
(telephone rings)
Charlie.
Hold on. Beaty's.
Huh.
Yeah, this is Williams.
All right.
I want a complete list.
They're making a list, but,
uh, one thing's for sure...
Bobby George bought
a lot of that tape himself.
We're ready now, Mr. Georgiade.
Mr. Georgiade,
talk right to the lens.
Be forceful. Make
them know you mean it...
I know how to talk
into a camera, Taylor.
And I know how to talk to these
people who are holding Bobby.
ANNOUNCER: A KGMB News Bulletin.
Ladies and gentlemen,
a statement from the father
of the kidnapped entertainer,
Bobby George,
Mr. D.J. Georgiade.
I'm directing this
statement, this appeal...
to two men only.
The men who
kidnapped my son, Bobby.
I received your taped
message. And I understand it.
And I assure you,
I mean to cooperate
with you as fully as I can.
Believe me, I mean
what I'm now going to say.
I will pay you anything you ask.
Anything... for the
release of my son.
But I plead to
you... don't hurt him.
There's no need
for it. No need at all.
Just, uh...
Just tell me where you
wish me to contact you,
and I'll meet with your demands.
I'll wait for your
further instructions.
You've just heard a statement
from Mr. D.J. Georgiade,
owner of the
Georgiade hotel chain.
Hey, how about that?
Yeah.
Yeah, my old man's been
keeping busy on the tube all right.
Talk about publicity.
You're getting even more
coverage than you figured.
He looked kind of
worried, didn't he?
Huh?
My old man, he looked kind of...
I don't know. It's
been five years.
I guess they age fast
when they reach his bracket.
The way he kept
saying he'd pay anything.
How much you figure your
old man's worth, Bobby?
Oh, man, I don't
know. I don't keep track.
Look, I've been thinking.
Maybe we better stage
my escape right away.
I mean, instead of
milking it, you know?
Why?
Well, we made the scene,
and it worked out great.
Yeah, my old man, he's...
He's really worried.
Man, you flip me.
Why's that?
Well, all the time
you planned this thing,
you kept saying you weren't
even sure your old man
would fly in from New York.
And now you're
saying he's worried.
I never figured.
It gets funny, sometimes you
get wrapped up with your own bag.
Singing and hotels.
Yeah, and then it looks
like splitting the scene
was real cool.
You've got no room
for anybody else.
You know what I mean?
Are you blowing your
mind or something, man?
Look, I got all the
publicity I need,
so why don't we just tie me up,
blindfold me, and dump
me out on the road, huh?
If you say so.
I was beginning
to enjoy all the fuss.
But he said he'd pay anything.
Really anything.
So what? He's Bobby's father.
Yeah, but he's loaded, baby. I
mean, he would pay anything.
All right, come on, fellows.
Let's get packed
up, huh? Come on.
Uh, how much do
you figure you're worth
to your old man, Bobby?
Two, 300,000? Four?
What's the difference?
Half a million, maybe?
Al, what would you do
with a half a million bucks?
I'd turn on the
whole world, man.
Yeah, baby. The whole world.
Hey, look. Will you
guys quit gassing?
Come on, I wanna
get this thing over with.
Now, wait a minute,
Bobby. I mean, a half million.
Jerry... as my manager,
you get 25 percent
of the take, right?
Making all the big hotels,
traveling all over this oyster.
Man, I'm telling you it's
gonna be swinging, swinging.
Twenty-five percent
of a question mark
doesn't come close
to half a million, Bobby.
Hey, are you crazy?
Now, look, we don't
dare go near that money.
Even if the old man
is willing to put it up.
Why not? You said you didn't
dig the cat, didn't you? Didn't he?
All right, so I said it.
Gag's over, that's all. I just
don't feel like stretching it.
Well, maybe it doesn't matter
what you feel like anymore.
You brought us this far,
we'll take it the
rest of the way.
Jerry Parks, the
practical joker.
Now, look, will you
stop playing kidnapper
and get packed, huh?
You're... You're
not leaving, Bobby.
You're crazy.
Allen?
Allen, go on. Tell
him he's crazy.
Two hundred and
50,000 apiece, Al.
You heard the news,
they don't have a clue.
You're both crazy.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Allen! Allen, help me!
(grunts)
Man, I never thought I'd
ever do anything like this.
Yeah. Neither did I.
But I never thought I'd have
a half million bucks either.
( dramatic theme playing)
This is the kidnap
tape we ran originally.
BOBBY: Carol, I'm being
forced to make this recording.
They've made me handle
it and load the machine,
so if the police get hold
of it they won't find...
All right, this is the
tape you brought me
from Bobby George's apartment,
recorded on his machine.
Now, watch the
two of them together.
I'm being forced to
make this recording.
♪ Ain't no big thing ♪
They've made me handle it
♪ No coffee To fill the cup ♪
so if the police get hold of it,
they won't find
any fingerprints.
♪ Let 'em roll ♪
So far I'm okay.
They haven't hurt me...
Hm.
Both tapes made
on the same recorder.
No mistake. Exactly the same.
The kidnap tape, the tape
from Bobby George's apartment.
The pattern's identical.
And it was Bobby's machine?
No question.
Why would they take
him back to his apartment?
Wait a minute.
Right. Never went
back to the apartment.
Then the only time he could
have made the ransom tape
was before he was kidnapped.
Bull's-eye.
This is one big fat hoax.
McGARRETT:
Mr. Georgiade, we've been had.
It's a publicity stunt.
I don't believe it. It
couldn't have been that way.
What else accounts
for it? You tell me.
I don't know. But I do
know that my Bobby
could never pull a
stunt like that on me.
What makes you so sure?
He's my son. I know him.
How long since you've seen him?
What's that got to do
with it? He's still my son.
Do you know anything
about his friends?
How he lives, what he
thinks, how he feels?
All right, all right.
I'm a busy man.
I haven't seen
much of him, but...
But I take care of him.
How? By sending him checks?
You don't know him
any better than I do,
and I don't know him at all.
I'm very tired, McGarrett.
I haven't had much sleep
since you first called
me in New York.
But what difference
does it make anyway?
If it's a publicity stunt,
then Bobby's all right,
and that's all that counts.
No, not quite.
Well, you just
said it was a hoax.
It's also a criminal conspiracy
with intent to commit extortion.
You're not gonna press charges
just because of
a practical joke?
A joke? There's nothing funny
about the hundreds of man-hours
and thousands of dollars
that have been wasted.
Well, figure out the costs
and send them to
my New York office.
Call off your men,
and I'll pay the bill.
Money fixes everything, huh?
Not a chance. I wouldn't
call them off if I could.
( tense theme playing)
(door closes)
Lay it out, Danno.
Hundred and three calls
reporting Bobby everywhere
from surfing in Makaha
to waiting on tables.
All checked out,
all drew a blank.
Kono? Seven extortion letters
from five drunks
and two psychos.
Three confessions.
A firm offer from
some big kahuna
to pray him home safe,
and that's all, brother.
Chin?
Big swinger, that boy.
Plenty of chicks on the string.
Outside of that, all clean.
What have you got, Jasper? Zero.
But whether Bobby
engineered it or not,
it's still a kidnap
in our books.
Okay, we go again,
right from the top.
Retrace every step.
Recheck every lead.
Anyone who ever
knew Bobby George.
(phone buzzes)
Yeah?
Okay, send him in.
Including the ones
we missed at Carol's.
I want this rock
turned inside out.
We got to find that kid.
This package came
special delivery, McGarrett.
Mailed somewhere in Honolulu.
Dust it. Play it.
BOBBY: Dad.
Dad, this is Bobby.
I-I'm... I'm still
okay, I... Sort of.
Dad, they're gonna kill me
if you don't give
them a half a million.
They heard you on TV,
you said you'd pay anything.
Dad, I'm sorry, I...
( smacking) ( BOBBY grunting)
All right.
Half a million in
small denominations.
You have 24 hours to get it.
And... And you have
to put it in two suitcases.
And take the suitcases
and leave them
on the north side of
the Kapalama Canal,
where it meets Nimitz Highway,
before 5:00 tomorrow afternoon.
Dad, please.
Please tell the
police to stay away.
Unless the man gets back
here safe with the money, they'll...
They'll kill me.
If he sees anybody around
at all, they'll kill me, Dad.
And they... They really mean it.
They want you to go on TV and...
And say you agree.
They'll be watching.
This doesn't sound
like a hoax, McGarrett.
No, it doesn't.
He's too scared.
Danno, take the
tape over to KGMB.
Run the same test.
Right.
I've advised
Mr. Georgiade to pay.
There'll be plenty of time
to recover the money later.
The important thing
is to get Bobby back.
We've got work for you
to do, Mr. Georgiade.
JASPER: We have plans to
make about the ransom money.
Marking it and
plotting the drop.
Kono... alert the FBI.
Work with them.
Sure thing.
Where now, boss?
Got a date with a
couple of swingers.
( dance jazz music
playing on stereo)
Sure, our guys
know Bobby George.
They've been swinging
together four or five weeks now.
What are their names?
Jerry Parks and Allen Brent.
Allen's mine.
Are they, um... close
friends of Bobby's?
They've been turning
it on like... Man.
Like, Jerry's gonna
be his manager.
Make all the big club
scenes from Frisco to Roma.
Where can I talk to them?
On the mainland.
What are they doing
on the mainland?
GIRL 1: Vacation. You sure?
Sure, we're sure. We
took them to the airport.
And you saw them
get on the plane?
Uh-huh.
Why, what's the matter?
Where'd they go?
GIRL 2: The mainland, we said.
Yeah, I know,
honey. But which city?
Well... the flight
was to Los Angeles.
Where are they
staying in Los Angeles?
Can't help you
there. They didn't say.
Get on the horn to
L.A.P.D. right away, huh?
Let me know if
you hear from, uh,
yours or yours, huh?
They might be able to help us.
Dig?
Groovy.
Come on, Allen. Sit
down. He's all right.
I'm scared, Jerry.
I mean, suppose his old man
leaves the money like we said.
And suppose the cops
stay away like we said.
How do we get away?
We are away, baby, remember?
Sure, sure. We
go to the airport,
buy tickets under the
same phony names
we came back on, and
fly off with the money.
That's right.
Stash the money in the
banks on the mainland,
come back as us, vacation over.
Jerry,
who's gonna let
us fly off this island
once Bobby tells
who grabbed him?
Sit down, will you?
Come on, baby, sit.
Now, dig.
You gotta get
some facts straight.
Bobby ain't gonna
tell who grabbed him.
You're dreaming.
(scoffs)
You beat the guy up...
gag him, tie him...
take his father
for half a million.
And he's not gonna tell anybody?
(sighs): That's right.
'Cause he'll be dead.
(scoffs)
( dramatic theme playing)
Now, wait.
I said okay to make
a grab for the money,
I never said anything
about killing him.
It's the same thing, buddy.
You can't have one
without the other.
Look, let's just turn him
loose and get out of here.
Maybe he'll keep his mouth shut.
We've already sent
the ransom note.
We're already holding
him against his will.
We're already
guilty of kidnapping.
You think I want to spend
my time in prison now?
Do you? 'Cause that's what
it'd be like and for a lot of years.
Oh, man.
(claps hands)
If I'd known you're
gonna be like this,
I never would've
got into it at all.
It was your idea from the start:
"Let's get Bobby
a little publicity."
Did I let you down? No.
Even though we
could've gone to jail
when it was still a joke.
Dig, baby, dig. I understand.
I know you're scared. So am I.
But, Allen, we can do it.
You and I together,
we can do it.
We'd be set for life, baby.
For life.
Dig it.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Well, Jer... how would we do it?
I mean, I wouldn't
wanna do anything
that would make any blood.
They always find
out about the blood.
( dramatic theme playing)
What is that? A song or
some music in the background.
Sounds like a radio. (
faint music playing on tape)
BOBBY (on tape): I'm still okay.
Turn it up, will you?
Dad, they're gonna kill me
if you don't give
them a half a million.
That's Hawaiian. You
said you'd pay anything...
Kono, you recognize that song?
All right. Yeah.
It's an old Hawaiian standard.
Half a million in
small denominations.
Probably trying to drown
out any identifying noise, huh?
It's definitely a radio or TV.
I can just about
hear some static.
Filter it out by frequency,
would you, Charlie?
See if you can come
up with anything.
Anything we can use at all.
( Hawaiian music
playing) ( signal whistling)
There's something else,
but I can't make it out.
Wait a minute, it's
coming through.
No. No good.
It's only an airplane
passing overhead.
Wait a minute.
Play it. Play it back.
(tape rewinds)
BOBBY: Before
5:00... ( signal whistling)
( Hawaiian music playing)
( plane engine humming)
Kono, hit every disc
jockey on the island.
Ask them to check
their station logs.
I wanna know exactly what
time that song went on the air.
Sure thing.
Danno, that plane we
heard was a prop job.
Check on all the islands.
I want flight plans and times
every propeller
plane was in the air.
Will do.
Thank you, Charlie. Great help.
Here.
Coffee helps.
It's a long shot, Steve.
Long shots sometimes
pay off, Danno.
Steve? Yeah.
Those two jokers took
off for the mainland
like the girls said.
Checked all return
flights, all lines.
Their names didn't show.
Could be a good
setup for an alibi.
They fly to the mainland
and fly right back
under assumed names.
What about their apartments?
We have them staked. No
sign since the day they left.
McGARRETT: How about cars?
Parked at their garages.
Do they have jobs?
Allen worked at a souvenir shop.
Asked for a vacation, got it.
Business was slow.
Jerry Parks wasn't
working steady.
Odd jobs down at the beach.
Surf shop, sanding
boards, stuff like that.
Nobody seen him,
nobody missed him.
(phone buzzes)
Yeah?
Danno, it's for you.
Sit down.
Yeah?
Chin, I want a complete
rundown on cars,
rentals, stolen cars,
leases, anything.
Anything at all in the way of
transportation for those two.
Okay, Steve.
Gonna be a long night, brother.
Ain't no big thing.
Got a fix on that song, Steve.
It hit the air at 8:05 p.m.
Good.
Well, that gives
us half of it then.
I got the other half.
Flight plans show three
single-engine prop
planes in the air that day.
Only one that night. A
flight from Molokai to Kauai.
Lay it out, Danno.
Aeronautics said the
plane took off at 7:30,
and that's 26 miles offshore.
Cruising speed...
They gave it to us
in ground speed.
110 miles an hour.
Lay it out in
15-minute intervals.
See where it'll put us
at approximately 8:05
when that song hit the air.
Seven forty-five
would be Mokapu Point.
Koolau Range, 8:00.
Just before Kaone Point, 8:15.
Mm. That does it.
Wahiawa district.
Right.
The plane was flying
at about, uh, 2,000 feet.
It's a good thing
they stayed low.
Wahiawa, Kunia, Schofield.
That's still a lot
of ground to cover.
Yeah, it could be anyplace
between Waipahu and Whitmore.
Okay, get the word out.
Don't saturate the area...
They might get wise and panic.
- -but cover it.
( mysterious theme playing)
(lightly snoring)
(door opens)
CHIN: Steve. What do you got?
Nothing.
Nobody we want showed
themselves around Wahiawa district.
What about the cars?
Nothing leased or rented to
anybody fitting the description.
They had to get to
Honolulu to mail that tape.
It's too far to walk. Maybe
somebody's driving them.
It doesn't figure there
are more than two of them.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Maybe Kono's right.
Me? How?
Somebody is driving them.
They could be taking buses.
Look.
There are two main
routes to that area,
Kam Highway and Kaneohe Road.
Cover them both. Jasper, you
get your boys to ride those buses.
What makes you think Scott
and Parks will come out again?
We're gonna force them out.
How can you possibly
force them out?
I can't, but you can.
How?
Well, you're due
to go on the air
in two hours to, uh,
agree to the ransom, right?
Don't try to talk me out
of that. Not a chance.
Tell them the
tape was fouled up.
That you need another
one for the directions.
They'll spot it as a trick.
Maybe.
If they think so, they
may possibly hurt Bobby.
Tell him the normal
m.o. on a kidnapping.
They usually kill the victim
when they get the money.
I don't know.
I do. They'll have
to keep Bobby alive
long enough to
make another tape.
McGarrett... I don't
have any faith in you
or your hunches or your tricks.
Mr. Georgiade, I don't much
care what you think about me.
My only concern is for your son.
Then how can you ask me to
risk his life on a chance like this?
Because if you don't,
he doesn't have one.
GEORGIADE (on TV):
I... I agree with all you say,
but... I don't know
where to leave the money.
Something happened to the tape.
I can... I can hear Bobby
start to tell me where
to leave the money,
but... But then it fades.
Please.
Please repeat your instructions.
And again, I... I beg of you...
don't hurt my son.
ANNOUNCER: A KGMB News Bulletin.
(clicks TV off)
What do you think, Jer?
It stinks.
Let's get out of here.
Tie him up, leave him.
We could be back on the mainland
and lost before they find him.
We do that, and
we lose the money.
Look, I don't care
about the money.
I just wanna get out
of this whole thing.
You're in, baby, you
understand? You're in.
Now, cool it about
the talk about running.
We have Bobby make another tape.
You take it into
town, and we split fast.
And what about Bobby?
We have to kill him.
I can't do that, Jer.
Come on, I just can't do it.
All right.
I'll do it while you're gone.
Meet you in town.
( tense theme playing)
Jer...
Thanks. Yeah, it's cool.
Now, go in there and
set up the tape recorder.
(sighs)
Maintain five-minute
checks on all key positions.
MAN: Yes, sir.
We've got an hour and 15
minutes left for them to move out,
or we've got to
make the money drop.
Sitting out here gives
you lots of time to think.
Any conclusions?
GEORGIADE: I'm
not sure there are any.
All I'm certain of is...
I want my boy back alive.
So do we.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hey, what is this?
(sighs)
It's getting time, Bobby.
Come on, Jerry, untie me.
No. You and me, we
got something to do.
It's getting time.
(tires screeching)
Where is he?
Hey, I don't get all this.
Where's who?
Look. Your time just ran out.
If that kid is dead, so are you.
Now, look, once
more, where is he?
I didn't want to have to do
it, Bobby, you understand?
The whole thing
got away from us.
I never thought it
would be like this.
Jerry.
Now, Jerry, listen to me.
I won't say anything.
I swear to you, I'll...
I-I'll tell them I
never saw you.
It's too late. They'd
break you, I know it.
I don't wanna have to use this.
Look, baby, I got these pills.
Sleeping pills.
Now, you take 'em
and it'll be all over.
Now, open your mouth.
Otherwise, I gotta use the gun.
It's gonna hurt.
Now, take the pills.
(grunting)
Use your head, man!
It's gotta happen anyway!
Why can't you be reasonable?
Why can't you do
it the easy way?
Take the pills. (grunting)
You see what you've made me do?
I told you I didn't
wanna have to hurt you.
You can never listen.
You've had it so good all
these years. You've had it easy.
For once in your life,
make it easy for somebody else.
Now, take the pills!
(grunting)
(door slams open)
( dramatic theme playing)
He's still breathing.
Get on the horn.
Get an ambulance.
Yes, sir.
You all right? (gasps)
I guess you wanna take
me down and book me, huh?
You guessed right.
Look, I... I know what I did
is all very stupid, and I'm...
I'm sorry.
You hotshots are always
sorry when the damage is done.
Your old man's over there.
I don't think I can face him.
Look. You're not
gonna cop out on this.
You're going over
there and talk to him.
( melancholy theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)