Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 1, Episode 4 - Samurai - full transcript

( traditional Japanese
theme playing)

(both chanting)

( vibrant theme playing)

Uh, Mr. Tokura, would
you kindly look this way?

There are rumors Steve
McGarrett's going to produce

a surprise witness against you.

Any comment?

Any witness Mr. McGarrett
and his state police unit produce

will be against me.

Then you know about
the surprise witness?

I know Mr. McGarrett.



What about the
attorney general's charge

that you're head of
organized crime in Hawaii?

I've been charged before.

Everything from,
uh, double-parking

to fixed cockfights.

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

Then perhaps you are
also aware of the fact

that I am head
of Tokura Imports,

a legitimate business?

Tokura Imports, period.

(crowd screaming)

He's shot!

(gunshots)

All hell's broken loose.



COMMENTATOR: Tokura's all right.

Mr. Tokura, what
just happened here?

Who did it?

(sighs): Did what?

Please, gentlemen. Please.

I mustn't keep the Crime
Commission waiting.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a most incredible series

of events has just taken place
in this crowded courthouse.

Mr. Tokura, surrounded
by his bodyguards,

apparently shot to
death by an assassin.

The assassin shot down
as he tried to escape,

then Tokura all right.

( upbeat surf theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Mr. Tokura,

I should like to
take the liberty

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

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

you're not totally unaware

of the reason why this
hearing is being held.

It is an investigation
into the nature of,

and the personalities
involved in,

the major areas of crime
in our state of Hawaii.

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

And we intend to get
the answers to them.

Your compliance and cooperation

would be most
deeply appreciated.

Mr. Tokura,

do you know a
certain William Boroff,

alias Willy Brown, alias...?

I respectfully refuse to answer

on the grounds of
possible self-incrimination.

Mr. Tokura, may
I finish, please?

I did not mean to
interrupt counsel.

There are two more aliases,

one of which just
might ring a bell.

TOKURA: I promise
to listen very carefully.

ATTORNEY GENERAL:
Alias Thomas Grable...

Steve, something's very wrong.

ATTORNEY GENERAL:
alias William Rhodes.

Have you ever known anyone...?

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

I've sent for a doctor.

Mary?

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

No, I've waited long enough.

I wanna testify.

You sure?

I have to.

I have to.

I respectfully refuse to answer

on the grounds of
possible self-incrimination.

Senator Harada,

at this time I would
like to interrupt

the questioning of Mr. Tokura

in order to present
to the commission

a very important
witness for the state.

Very well, counsel.
Call your next witness.

The committee now
calls Miss Mary Travers.

HARADA: Is the witness present?

Is the witness, Mary
Travers, present?

I promise I'll be all right.

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

CLERK: Would you raise
your right hand, please?

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Full name, Mary Ellen Travers?

Yes.

From January 1967
through July 1967,

will you tell us the
name of your employer?

From January...
Maybe it's just nerves.

Up to a few hours
ago, she was fine.

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

were you not?

I was employed.

I worked for him.

ATTORNEY GENERAL: Would you
briefly outline your responsibilities?

My responsibilities?

Well, you were one
of several bookkeepers

and accountants, were you not?

Oh, yes.

Is it not true that
the... That the nature

of Mr. Tokura's
bookkeeping system

made it impossible
for any one bookkeeper

to get a complete
picture of his operation?

I... I am sorry.

ATTORNEY GENERAL: For a
period of time, you had absolutely

no knowledge of
the kinds of business

which your employer
operated, did you?

No, I... I had no idea.

And until one day,
quite accidentally,

you were handed a set
of books, secret books,

which revealed your
employer's interest

in such things as
narcotics, prostitution...

Object.

Counsel will refrain
from leading his witness.

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

what you believe to be
pertinent to this investigation?

Uh, suppose we start:
morning, April 7th, 1967.

I-I'm sorry, I... When
you reported for work

the morning April
3rd, 1967, you...

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

( dramatic theme playing)

She's dead.

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

How do I know?

Well, you should
know, you're a cop.

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

Your job. I put you in charge.

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

Look, Steve, I was
with her every second.

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

Nothing, nobody
got close to her.

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

If she wanted a candy
bar out of a machine,

I took the first bite!

Sorry, Danno.

Think I got something, Steve.

Go.

The guy who hit
Tokura yesterday,

Japanese passport
issued last week.

Gives his occupation
as a factory foreman.

We checked it out
with the Tokyo police.

Factory foreman comes
3,000 miles to kill Tokura?

Why?

What else?

Got here yesterday on
Flight 906 from Japan.

Went right to the
courthouse, didn't even bother

to check into a hotel.

No, doesn't figure.

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

Go ahead, Danno.

Born stateside, San Francisco.

Family.

One daughter living in
Honolulu, strictly jet-set.

Wife, deceased.

Any link to Japan?

Nothing.

Now, an attempted
murder, then a murder.

Any connection?

For openers, all doc's
been able to give us

is her heart stopped beating.

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

She was murdered.

What do you got?

A big fat goose egg.

The lab came up clean.

No prints? Nothing.

However, we do have
here one Japanese Nambu.

Eight millimeter.

Common.

One knife, not common at all.

Also Japanese.

( action theme playing)

(tires screeching)

(gunshots)

Last batch, boss.

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

Professionals with
shotguns. Killed two enforcers.

According to report,
practically cut 'em in half.

Tokura didn't wait
very long, did he?

Nope. You want us to arrest him?

Not yet, we gotta prove it.

Let me try something.

(buzzes)

Hawaii Five-0.

One moment, please.

It's the Man.

Governor? Yes, sir.

Yes, on my way.

These depositions,
you've got to si...

Go right in, McGarrett.

He's waiting for you.

Thanks, Milly.

Sit down, Steve.

(sighs)

There's terrible
violence in our land.

In our state. It
has to be stopped.

The hit on Piikoi?

Yes.

Your sources are
fast and accurate.

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

I believe it.

Tokura?

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

but that's the way we figure it.

Can you prove it?

The way Tokura operates?

Not a chance.

What happened, Steve?

You had a witness.

An airtight case.

How did he get off the hook?

Well, give me a couple of
days and I'll let you know.

I don't know now, sir.

Precisely what the
attorney general said.

I told him that's
not good enough.

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

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

And I'm on record.

One of the smartest
moves I've made

during my tenure as governor

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

But this violence, this
killing, must be stopped.

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

Yes, sir.

Please keep me informed.

Very well, sir.

Steve.

Thank you.

( vibrant theme playing)

Five-0.

Open.

You made one big
fat mistake, Tokura.

Your muscle wiped
out the wrong heavies.

A rather puzzling
observation, Mr. McGarrett.

Those two gambling
goons your boys knocked off,

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

This was responsible.

Samurai,

ancient order of
Japanese knighthood,

fanatic principles of honor.

The code of Bushido.

Very enlightening.

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

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

Now, take a look.
Nice slender blade.

Makes it easy for a
Bushido to gut himself

when he fails on a mission.

You know, honorable tradition.

Then another Bushido comes,

and another and another,

till the mission's accomplished.

Always is.

Level with me, Tokura.

Why are they after you?

I'm the only one
who can help you.

How touching.

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

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

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

To get me there, McGarrett,

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

By the way, how
did the poor girl die?

She was murdered.

Poisoned?

While in your custody?

Why, that is
absolutely shocking.

Nobody said anything
about poisoned.

You did say she was murdered.

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

I assumed poor Miss
Travers had been poisoned.

Ah, clever.

Ah, but here I am helping you

and, uh, you came
here to help me.

How would you keep
me alive, Mr. McGarrett?

We're state police.

Five-0 operate with
the local police units

on all seven islands.

We can seal airports, harbors.

We can make certain that
no more of those hatchet men

set foot in Hawaii.

Key men reassigned.

Thousands of dollars
spent and all for me.

How very generous
of you, Mr. McGarrett.

I'm always generous,

especially to people who,
uh, volunteer information.

Such as?

Narcotics, gambling,
prostitution,

the book.

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

Very well, Mr. McGarrett.

About, uh, Japan.

Quite recently, I saw an
excellent Fu Manchu movie.

(all laugh)

That's Chinese, no?

So it is. Wrong again.

And, uh, if you have
paid more than 2.95

for that poor imitation
samurai knife,

you were shamelessly cheated.

I suggest you call the police.

(all laugh)

Ah.

Just give me the
punch line, Papa-san.

My most exquisite
daughter, may I present

Mr. Steve McGarrett,
illustrious head of Five-0,

and one of the great
unsung comics of our time.

My daughter, Deedee.

If you have pressing affairs
elsewhere, Mr. McGarrett,

we will quite understand.

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

for the next Bushido who
comes to chop you down.

( dramatic theme playing)

Well, McGarrett?

McGARRETT: Crystals? Go.

Poisoned?

Clever cop.

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

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

The murder weapon.

Mary Travers' lipstick.

Tasteless, odorless, deadly.

Tridectine?

Newer. Procnine derivative.

No known antidote.

And you know where we
got Mary Travers' cosmetics?

In her desk in Tokura's office.

This figures.

I offered Tokura a deal.

Price just went
up, now it's murder.

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

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

(yells)

( dramatic theme playing)

Okay, Tokura, you hollered cop.

What do you want?

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

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

Don't, Deedee, don't.

I'd shoot him myself
and end the waiting.

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

Don't, baby, don't.

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

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

until they get Tokura.

Guilty or innocent,

this upright lawman
couldn't care less.

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

By the way, I should thank you

for helping us solve
the Mary Travers murder.

She was poisoned,
just as you guessed.

Somebody planted
it in her lipstick.

One we found in her
desk in your office.

Would have killed
her instantly anytime,

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

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

We'll prove it.

Then you'll have to
keep him alive, won't you?

Why don't you get some sun?

You've been looking
rather pale these days.

Why does the Bushido
want you dead?

I have never known a Bushido.

I have never done anything
to offend the Japanese.

You're wasting my time, Tokura.

Mr. McGarrett.

I swear to you that
I am telling the truth.

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

On Fillmore Street.

Came to Hawaii when?

1939.

Almost two years to the
day before Pearl Harbor.

What did you do
when you got here?

I worked, Mr. McGarrett.

Twelve, 13 hours a
day in the sugar fields.

Then came the war.

And the order that all
Japanese are to be interned.

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

After Pearl Harbor,
you were a Jap.

An Army truck came to pick me up

at the farmhouse
where I had a room.

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

and ran cross-country
through the fields,

two soldiers running after me.

I got away.

To where?

A point near Koko Head.

I waited until dark, then

I stole a boat and slipped
through the Navy patrol

to Molokai.

Big caves in that island.

Lots of pineapple,
plenty of fish in the water.

And after the war,
you went into business,

Tokura Imports.

Dealers in refugees,

women, drugs and gambling, huh?

You never give up, do you?

Never.

Any of your various business
enterprises take you to Japan?

No.

Look, you level with me, Tokura.

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

Stay down.

(gunshot)

You go that way.
You go this way.

Get down. Get behind that wall.

Get up the hill,
both of you. Go.

TOKURA: McGarrett! McGarrett!

Help!

Help, McGarrett!

Bushido!

Stay down.

My God.

No. Dad!

(screaming)

Stay back.

Don't touch that body.

DEEDEE: Oh, no.

Easy.

DEEDEE: Oh, no.

Easy now.

Steve?

Finished.

Ain't pretty.

A shotgun looking
down his throat,

didn't figure it'd be pretty.

Any prints?

Got whatever there was.

Okay, load him up.

Airport and harbors sealed.

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

Did you check Tokura's story?

Born in San Francisco,

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

What about internment records?

None.

How about trips to Japan?

Checked with State
Department and with Immigration.

Tokura's never
been outside the U.S.

Check, check and double check.

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

Kono.

Yo.

I want Tokura's
mug shots and prints

telephotoed to Tokyo police.

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

What do you got, Steve?

Hunch.

Come on, give.

All right.

Tokura alive,

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

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

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

Twenty-two cups. Steal it.

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

Done.

Thanks.

Four-ninety-five.

What's that?

This girl I met from Cleveland.

(whistles)

Kumu.

Really nice, just one catch.

Always is.

She wants me to
teach her the hula.

(phone buzzes)

McGarrett.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, okay, thank you.

FBI, that check through
to Washington, nothing.

No alias, nothing.

Now it's up to Tokyo.

So I gave her lesson number one.

And she says, "Not
realistic, brother.

Next time put on a hula skirt."

Like it's hanging next
to the cashmere jacket.

So where do I get a hula skirt?

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

I hope there's a punch line.

Four-ninety-five,
like for a hunk

of plastic made in Hong Kong.

Mr. McGarrett.

Mr. McGarrett,
cablegram, Tokyo police.

Thanks, May.

"Photos and fingerprints
sent this office

"under the name Tokura.

"Identification made positive.

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

"Served on board kamikaze
submarine, Pearl Harbor, 1942.

Killed in action."

( fanfare theme playing)

Five-0.

Yes, sir.

Still goldbricking, eh, chief?

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

With that honey-barge
chow you serve?

Not a chance.

Have some diesel oil.

Thanks.

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

You know it.

Remember those two-man
subs, those midgets,

they tried to sneak
through the nets at Pearl?

Suicide subs, sure.

Small enough to
get through the nets,

enough firepower
to sink a destroyer.

How many torpedoes they carry?

Two.

But at point-blank
range, who could miss?

Remember one who
was, uh, raised off Molokai

a couple of years ago?

Wire services and
magazines played it up big.

Remember it very well.

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

How come?

I think we found the
answer in the chart room.

A skeleton with
its head bashed in.

Collision?

Could be.

But I've always doubted it.

You see, there was only
one skeleton, commander,

and those were
two-man submarines.

Thanks, chief. Still
hasn't changed.

Tommy.

Deedee.

Sit down.

This is gonna come as a shock.

What I'm gonna say
may seem impossible,

but I want you to hear it anyway

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

Yes?

I think your father's
still alive, Deedee.

Alive?

That's what I think.

But how? We saw...

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

Face blown apart.

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

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

His ring.

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

He was a Japanese naval officer.

He abandoned his
submarine during the war,

lived in a cave on Molokai.

This sounds like a nightmare.

We think he found
somebody else in that cave.

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

The real Tokura.

What happened to
him is anybody's guess.

But this much we know.

You know?

Yeah.

After the war, your father
came back to Honolulu

and assumed Tokura's
name and identity.

He went into business,
married your mother.

Then some scuba
divers found a submarine.

It was raised.

An international
magazine did a story on it,

the Bushido picked it up.

Figured out what happened.

Even after all that time?

Deedee, your father
knew there was

only one way to escape.

Make them think
he was already dead.

But he needed
a witness for that.

A reliable witness.

One who could testify
he saw your father dead.

Who better than
me, head of Five-0?

I was his pigeon.

And somebody who
looked like your father,

somebody whose name
we may never know,

was murdered right over there.

No.

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

left instructions to be
cremated immediately.

You're sick, Mr. McGarrett.

You'll mourn for
a couple of weeks,

then you'll go to
Europe to forget.

With the help of 2 or $3 million

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

My father loved me.

Sure he did.

But he loved himself more.

Whatever.

Whatever.

My father would never hurt me.

Never. Not for all the
money in the world.

How much would you
bet on that, Deedee?

What do you mean?

Would you bet a million dollars

that I'm wrong
about your father?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. McGarrett, yes.

Thank you for coming.

I'm certain you all
know Miss Tokura.

I called this press conference

because she has a
statement to make

that's of great import
to the university.

Miss Tokura?

I know that giving
money is not the best way

to right a wrong,

but wrongs have been done.

At the moment,
money is all I have

to give toward righting them.

And so I will start by donating

in the memory of my
father, Leonard Tokura,

the sum of $1 million
to the university.

My father is dead.

There are things I've
just learned about him.

Things that I want
to make up for.

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

Now what?

We wait.

( mellow theme playing)

Hi, boss.

Hi, Chin.

May left to have her hair done.

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

Thank you.

Come in when you
get a chance, huh?

Steve McGarrett, Five-0.

Get me Mobile Unit
3, will you, please?

Yeah, right away.

Danno, anything?

Not a thing, Steve.

I've hit the shops
on Kalakaua Avenue,

took a little spin up
up Hibiscus Drive.

Right now, it looks
like a two-hour wait

outside the Japanese
theater on Mauna Kea.

Why don't you get
one of the H.P.D. boys

to spare you for a while?

I may do that.

Probably grab a bite
and head for the jail.

See if they picked
up anybody interesting

in that narco raid
on Hotel Street.

Give me a call
when you're through.

I'll pick you up at
the theater or H.P.D.

Right.

How do you figure the
odds on your Tokura bet?

I'll let you know.

Only one thing worries me.

What's that?

Bushido.

What about 'em?

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

but if Tokura is dead,

there's one member
of his family who ain't.

Do you think they
might hit the girl?

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

Just thinking, that's all.

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

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

(phone buzzes)

McGarrett.

On my way.

( action theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Deedee, it's all right.

All right, my darling.

Don't be afraid.
I am not a ghost.

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

A letter from a mutual
friend containing certain hints.

Next, a visit from an emissary.

Those were my plans.

I am deeply sorry.

I saw you on television.

The gift to the
college, most generous.

Most foolish.

But of course, you
thought I was dead.

You let me think it.

The check, was it certified?

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

Well, was it?

Was it certified or not?

How could you?

I said I was sorry.

For days...

Days, you let me
think you were dead.

It was the only
way that I could live.

Now, the check.

Was it certified or not?

It was not.

Now, then,

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

On Monday morning,
stop the check.

Then buy a ticket to
Geneva on the first flight.

When you get there,
go to the Swiss Hotel

and register under
the name of Goro.

Remember, Goro.

I'll contact you there.

No, Dad.

Deedee, there is
no time to waste.

I'm not holding you here.

What has gotten into you?

The truth, Father.

Maybe just a very
small hunk of it.

But enough to... Who told you?

I needn't ask.

Mr. McGarrett.

It was Mr. McGarrett, wasn't it?

He showed me how
to have peace of mind

for only a million dollars.

A m...

A m... A million dollars?

The gift to the
college was his idea?

His idea.

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

You're hurting me.

I thank you, my daughter,

from the bottom of my heart.

Heart?

What heart?

Whatever you
think, whatever I did,

I did it for you.

I wish you'd had at
least enough dignity

not to cop that plea.

Deedee.

Don't say anything else.

Please.

McGarrett!

Looks like Tokura lost his bet.

Not by much.

All we could get him
for was illegal entry.

So far.

She's not coming, Tokura.

She will.

She will.

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

she will say goodbye.

Got a present for you.

I am touched.

A going-away present?

It might be a fan from Hong Kong

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

Or a tiki god carved
of Hawaiian koa.

A gesture of thanks for your
contributions to these islands.

Might even be a samurai knife.

Aloha, baby.

( ominous theme playing)

Bushido.

Bushido. Yeah.

And another and another and...

McGarrett, McGarrett.

Give me a break.

Sure. Same break you
gave Mary Travers, huh?

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

All right, all right,
anything you want!

The books, the entire operation.

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

No capital punishment in Hawaii.

All they can do is
put you away for life.

As I said:

Aloha.

I killed her!

McGarrett!

I killed Mary Travers!

Get him, boys.

( triumphant theme playing)

Beautiful snooker.

Remind me never
to bet against you.

Confession is good for the soul.

( upbeat surf theme playing)