Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 11, Episode 18 - The Execution File - full transcript

In the middle of a
packed nightclub.

Somebody must have had a lot
of confidence in his marksmanship.

You're here about the
pimps that were shot?

Yes, I am.

Well, here I am, prime suspect.

We provide you with
the little ladies, huh?

Now, for that, we
want some protection.

The idea of living
in your house is...

We're gonna be so happy.

Right in the middle
of a packed nightclub.

Somebody must have an awful lot
of confidence in his marksmanship.



Same somebody who also had
a lot of information on his victim.

Look what he sent
in to the newspaper.

Yeah. Regular
rap sheet, isn't it?

Kamaki, Martin.
Occupation: pimp.

Specialty: teenage prostitutes.

Names of the girls
working for him.

Names of the girls
whose death he caused.

H.P.D. doesn't have anything
that complete on Kamaki.

Major supplier to
Roger Maggers' stable.

Maggers isn't gonna
like that very much, is he?

How long have we
been after Maggers?

Six years, Danno. Six years. And
if I thought about it long enough,

I could probably give you
the exact day, month, hour.

What do you make of this murder?



Oh, rival factions, maybe,
or a personal grudge.

Somebody knew the
victim's habits awfully well.

Grab that, will you?

Yes, Luana?

Mr. Maggers calling on Line 2.

- It's the maggot.
- I'll take it. Yeah. McGarrett.

Have you seen this
afternoon's paper?

Yes, I have.

I've put up with a lot of
accusations from you and H.P.D.

Why you continue to pick on
a responsible citizen like me

is more than I can understand,

since you've never proven
one single allegation.

Now the lies in the paper.

I want you to find that man.

You owe me, McGarrett.

I notice that you're not very
concerned about him being a killer,

only as an accuser, huh?

Considering who was murdered,

I can't say I am.

Slandering my good name,
however, is another matter.

Oh, yes, of course, that's
much more serious, isn't it?

- Now, you listen, McGarrett.
- No, you listen, pal.

You're right about one thing, I
do owe you about 20 years to life.

One of these days, I'm gonna pay
you. As for those lies they just printed,

you can always sue
the paper for libel

or take it up with H.P.D.
Technically, it's their jurisdiction.

Is it?

Yeah, until we hear
otherwise, Danno.

Oh, no.

Come on. You either
talk to me or the cops.

Which one do you want?

- Put that call through now.
- Yes, Mr. Hendrix.

- How old are you, Margie?
- Nineteen.

Mm-hm.

Sit down.

You want a soft
drink or a cup of tea?

No.

- Look, you've got no right...
- I've got every right.

Your parents hired me.

My parents?

Sure. I know a
great deal about you.

What do you know?

Well, for one
thing, you're not 19.

You're 15.

Your name isn't Margie,
it's Anne Carpenter.

You're in the tenth grade.

You live in Seattle.

You live very comfortably in Seattle,
with parents who perhaps, what,

don't understand you
to your satisfaction?

But who love you
very much anyway.

- They don't care anything about me.
- Right.

And you're gonna
show them, aren't you?

You're going to
get even with them

for not loving you
as much as you'd like

by becoming a hooker at 15.

I'm not.

What were you doing
getting in the car?

- I don't know.
- A man picks you up

and offers you money.

What did you think the money
was for? Typing envelopes?

Okay, it was gonna
be the first time.

I mean, I never...
I owe this money.

To a really wonderful guy.

You met him at the airport.
Or was it the bus station?

Or a coffee shop?

And he told you he cared
about you very much.

And he bought you clothes. He
found you a place to live, huh?

And he didn't want
any harm to come to you

because he cares
about you so much.

It's true.

He's been wonderful to me.

I don't know how
you guessed, but...

Guessing has nothing
to do with it, sweetheart.

A girl like you gets
off a train, or a bus,

or a plane,

in any city in the
United States,

and there's a wonderful guy

who cares so much, just waiting.

Yeah?

Put the call through.

They're called
pimps, by the way.

Pimps are experts
at being wonderful,

but just for a little while.

Right.

Mr. Carpenter. Mm-hm.
I've got good news for you.

That's right.

She's sitting right here
with me. She's fine.

I don't think she wants
to talk to you right now.

Why don't you get here
as soon as you can?

Mm-hm.

Mr. Carpenter, Anne did wrong
by running away, that's agreed.

But perhaps you and your
wife did something wrong

in causing her to run away, hmm?

Right, well, you
think about that.

Okay. Good enough.

So long.

They'll be here
day after tomorrow.

Where do I stay in the meantime?

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I've got just the place.

What's this place?

Prison?

Does this place
look like a prison?

No.

It's actually kind of pretty.

What this place is...

Well, uh, it's a
halfway house for girls.

Nobody over 18. Most of
them runaways like you.

Although, some of them
were already into prostitution.

- Russ!
- Hey, baby, ha, ha.

Good to see you, ha, ha.

- Do you have time for a visit?
- A short one. I have to get right back.

- Anne, this is Lureen.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- Is Emma around?

Yeah, I'll go get her. - Great.

Was she a prostitute?

Well, no.

But, uh...

Lureen was raped and
beaten when she was 15.

That was a little
over a year ago.

Shortly after that, her
parents were killed,

so the court placed her here.

She was in withdrawal so deep,
we didn't think she'd ever come out.

Looks okay now.

Yeah, but it's
taken a long time.

Hello, Russ.

- You must be Anne.
- Anne, this is Emma.

She's in charge here.

When Mr. Hendrix called,

he said you'd be spending
a couple of days with us.

I hope they'll be
pleasant for you.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Lureen,

why don't you show
Anne where to register?

Okay. Later.

Later. Heh.

God, they keep coming.

Found that one just in time.

Lureen's looking
wonderful, isn't she?

She's looking better
every time I see her.

Well, she's your personal
triumph. Without all the time

and attention you gave her, I don't
know what would've happened to her.

And speaking of
time and attention,

I've gotten very little
of either from you lately.

I'm sorry, Emma. I've
been busier than usual.

The Crusades could've
used a man like you.

Yeah. Well,

I really have been busy.

I don't know why you
put up with old unreliable.

You deserve a lot better.

No taste.

I really would like
to see you, Russ.

Even Crusaders need to relax.

You're right.

I just have to clear a few
things up so I can relax.

I'll see you, Emma.

Are we doing anything Sunday?

Don't we always?

Well, I keep expecting
you to get sick

of hauling a dumb
kid around every week.

You're not a dumb kid.

You're an extremely
attractive young lady.

And you're about as close as I'll
ever come to having a daughter.

Guess you're not gonna
dump me, then, huh?

No, I guess we're
stuck with each other.

Why do I have the
feeling that your homework

has something to do
with Kamaki's murder?

Hmm, I know it's
not our case, Danno,

but I can't help but
make certain connections.

Like what, Steve?

Oh, like the victim, Kamaki,

and the rap sheet on him that
was sent to the newspapers.

Now, that sheet
was too thorough,

too professional to be
the work of just anybody.

I remembered something, so I
had H.P.D. send over these records.

Do you remember a
former H.P.D. lieutenant,

I think he was, Russ Hendrix?

- He worked vice, didn't he?
- Right.

He had one of the most
promising careers going for him.

Could have gone
right to the top.

Yeah, there was a scandal.
He slugged somebody.

Sure did. He
almost killed a pimp.

The pimp had murdered
a teenage prostitute,

but Hendrix couldn't prove it.

The guy sued. Hendrix
was forced to retire.

Guess what.

The murdered pimp, Kamaki,
was the one Hendrix slugged.

You guessed it.

Guy who wrecked his career.

McGARRETT: Yes, governor.

Yes, sir.

Well, what can I tell you? I can't
control what happens on Hotel Street.

Very well, sir.

Yes, I'll get back
to you. Thank you.

Danno, Duke, come on in.

Yeah, Steve?

A second pimp just rubbed out.

A second rap sheet
mailed to the newspaper.

- We're on the case?
- Yeah. I just talked to the governor.

Both executions were
designed and carried out

to achieve maximum publicity.

Both wire services
are hot on the story.

Well, the governor wants it
stopped, and we're gonna stop it.

I can guess where we'll start.

Well, you're certainly all
in agreement, I'll say that.

It's Hendrix. There's no doubt.

Ever since Kamaki got
him kicked off the force,

he's been spooking us, man.

Every time I turn around,
he's looking, taking pictures.

And Kamaki was
the first one to get hit.

Heh, it's got to be Hendrix.

And he's gonna get all
of us, if he keeps it up.

I doubt that Hendrix
could be that ambitious.

That includes you
too, Maggers. Heh.

Don't kid yourself.

I assure you, I
don't kid myself.

On the contrary,
Mr. Hendrix flatters himself

if he thinks he can pull
off anything like this.

What're you gonna
do about it, Maggers?

Heh. Oh, it's up to me, is it?
- Listen.

We provide you with
the little ladies, huh?

Now, for that, we
want some protection.

All right. But we keep it clean.

Whoever pulls the trigger
can't be traced to us.

I'll order a contract
from the mainland.

If you miss me,
you call my office.

Right. Thank you.

Yes?

Mr. McGarrett's here to see you.

Send him in.

Come in.

- Steve.
- Russ.

- It's been a long time.
- Yes, it has.

Well, I was expecting
somebody to show up.

- I didn't think it would be you.
- Oh?

You are here about the
two pimps that were shot?

Yes, I am.

Well, here I am, prime suspect.

Motive, background, everything.

But, of course, you had
nothing to do with the killings.

Not a thing. Of course, if
somebody's going on a killing spree,

I can't think of two
more deserving victims.

Russ, what is your
theory about the killings?

Why would anyone try to take two
pimps in such conspicuous places?

And why the rap
sheet on the victims?

Or two pimps, for that matter.

Yes. Of course.

Well, it's only a guess, Steve.

But the murderer wanted
people to know what they were

and why they
deserved to be killed.

There's something very
righteous about that, isn't there?

- Righteous?
- Moral vengeance, so to speak.

It doesn't smack of a
gangland type of killing, does it?

Well, I don't necessarily
agree with that.

Somebody new
moved into the territory,

wanted people to
know who was boss.

Well, who can say at this point?

Russ, I have a
search warrant here.

Is there any need to serve it?

Not necessary. Do
whatever you like.

Thank you. It makes
it much easier for me.

Duke, will you come in, please?

Duke Lukela.

- Hi.
- Russ Hendrix.

Mr. Hendrix has kindly agreed
to a search of the premises.

- And don't forget the automobile.
- I'll try to be neat.

Another member of my staff
will search your apartment, Russ.

Whatever it takes.

Russ, I, uh, sincerely hope that
this search does not turn up anything.

Thanks, Steve.
Promise you, it won't.

Good.

Neither of the type
faces on the typewriters

match the one on the
sheets sent to the papers.

There was nothing in the office.

Hendrix does have one of the
best criminal files I've ever seen,

including ones on the victims.

That's to be expected. He's an
ex-cop and his work is on the street.

Nothing in his car,
nothing in his apartment.

What about the surveillance?

Well, H.P.D.'s plainclothes
are on surveillance now.

I'm splitting shifts with them.

All right, he's clean so far.

But if Hendrix is our man, he's
smart, he's gonna be slippery.

All we can do is keep an
eye on him, every minute.

Anyway, they think I'm well
enough to be placed with a family.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Think you might like that?

I guess so. A regular
home atmosphere.

I could finish school.

Then all of a sudden you're
18, you're off on your own.

Well, I don't know if
I'll be ready that soon.

- Uh-huh.
- Heh.

Hey, you still haven't said
what we're doing Sunday.

Well, I think it's
time for a surprise.

You mean you're
not gonna tell me?

If I told you, how
could it be a surprise?

Gee, Russ. I'm not gonna
be able to sleep tonight.

That's tough.

You really are a rat sometimes.

All right, then, no surprise.

Come on, Russ.

I'll pick you up Sunday.

Okay.

I love you, sweetheart.

Me too, you rat. Heh.

I'm a rat, huh?

Morning, Mr. Hendrix.

Hey, George. How's it going?

I wouldn't be surprised if you
move in three months from now.

You get in touch
with the tile man?

Oh, yeah. They'll
be right on schedule.

It's terrific, George.
Thanks a lot.

That's very interesting.

Thank you, Bill. Appreciate it.

- Bill?
- Bill Hayes, H.P.D.

He checked some records for me.

It seems that ever since
Russ Hendrix got his license,

he's been handling nothing
but missing-person cases.

That's kind of strange.

It gets even stranger, Danno.
He only locates missing girls.

Little girls.

- Put them right there.
- Sure.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

I never dreamed he'd
hit again this soon.

What I wanna know
is how do we operate

if we can't show
ourselves in public?

- Yes?
- Hello.

This is the man from Portland.

All right, thank you.

Our man is here.

Until he gets the job done, I suggest
you gentlemen keep a very low profile.

Ha, ha. All right, Steve.

I admit deliberately losing
the tail you put on me.

He was good. But don't forget,
I'm an old hand at this sort of thing.

Russ, if you have nothing to
hide, why object to being followed?

I don't object.

In fact, I welcome it.

- Uh, it makes me feel better.
- Makes you feel better?

Stands to reason, if you
suspect me, somebody else might.

- The mob?
- Sure.

- The mob. The Kumu.
- I see.

Unsolicited police
protection, huh?

Twenty-four hours a
day. Heh, of course, uh,

sometimes it cramps my style.
That's why I had to give him the slip.

Just hours before
the third execution?

If you can place me at
the scene, why don't you?

Okay. Can you account
for your, uh, whereabouts

- at the time of the shooting?
- Sure. I can give you the area.

Somebody might've seen me.

But I work the streets a
lot. I have to. You know that.

Right now I'm
chasing five runaways.

You want their pictures,
the names of their parents?

Russ, I'm aware of what you
do and what your job entails.

Then let me do it. I
don't mind the questions.

I know you have to do that.

But you don't have anything,
Steve. You never will.

Okay. Thanks for
coming in, Russ.

Right. See you, Steve. Danny.

What do your instincts
tell you, Danno?

He's lying.

I've been known to be wrong.

Oh, really? Does that
happen very often?

- Not very, Steve.
- Oh, I admire your modesty.

But you're right, Danno.
I think he is our man.

He better be. We haven't
turned up other leads.

He's glad we suspect him because
it provides round-the-clock protection.

Pretty cute.

I'm beginning to see why
he was such a good cop.

He sat there and
gave us nothing.

Yeah, but one way or another,

a man who commits this
kind of crime is psychotic.

He's driven by some sort of
passion buried deep in his psyche.

If we could dig up
what's driving him,

that might be a
clue to stopping him.

- Some sort of a psychological profile?
- Yeah.

For example, his, uh... His
dedication to finding runaways.

But only, only teenage girls.

His rescuing them from
prostitution or sexual assault,

oh, it's a crusade,
Danno. But why?

Is there a connection
with something in his past?

Start digging, Danno.

We gotta find out
what's driving this man.

Right.

Well, this is a surprise.

I don't believe it. Heh.

It's really yours?

Yeah.

It's gonna be beautiful.
- I think so.

And big.

You gonna live
here all by yourself?

Well, I wasn't planning on it.

Oh.

- A lady?
- Uh-huh.

A really beautiful lady.

I didn't know.

Well, I wanna show
you something.

Now, sweetheart, just try to imagine
the house when it's completed.

Over here there'll be
louvered French doors

that lead on to a
wonderful terrace

with rattan furniture
and exotic plants.

And here there'll be a
bedroom, with its private bath.

Oh, heh.

That'll be nice.

Is that gonna be your room?

No, it's gonna be
yours, if you want it.

- Mine?
- Mm-hm.

We'll be each other's family.

I'll be the father,
you'll be the daughter.

You'll have your own car.

You'll go to school
down the hill there.

And that way, I'll, uh, watch
you grow up, safe and happy.

Oh, Russ, heh.

- I am happy.
- Ha, ha.

- It's all right, then?
- Yes.

No obligation. You don't
have to sign on the dotted line.

Obligated? It's like
some kind of dream.

You're all I have in the world.

The idea of living
in your house is...

We're gonna be so happy.

Halt.

He's dead, Steve.

McGARRETT: Oh, you won't
find any ID on him, Danno.

He's a professional
killer. Come on. Let's go.

Can't you tell me anything?

It's part of my job
to risk getting shot at.

I got no business
putting you in danger.

Russ, I'm so afraid.

Don't be afraid, baby.
I'm gonna handle it.

But I can't see you
until this is over.

- How long?
- Soon. I promise you.

- Russ, you're bleeding.
- Yeah.

The bullet grazed
me a little bit.

I'll take care of it right
away. Go on, baby.

Come on, honey.
Please, go, baby.

Don't let anything
else happen to you.

With you in my life,
how could I, baby?

Go on, sweetheart.

- Go on.
- All right.

Where is he?

He's hurt and I don't
know where he is.

He just left her a
few minutes ago.

We'll do everything
possible to find him.

But exactly... Exactly
how long ago did he leave?

Oh, ten, 15 minutes.

And you have no
idea where he went?

He didn't say.

Let's go, Danno.

- How about a hospital?
- No, let's try his office first.

Oh, Emma, he doesn't
know what he means to me.

Mr. Hendrix.

Mr. Hendrix.

Mr. Hendrix, please.
Open the door, Mr. Hendrix.

You're hurt. Mr. Hendrix.

Must've gone out this window.

McGARRETT: Oh, yeah.

- How badly was he hurt?
- Oh, very badly.

He must have lost
a great deal of blood.

- Where was he hit?
- There.

Then there's a good chance he
was bleeding internally as well.

- Where would he go?
- I don't know, Danno.

Is there a man on
his apartment, Duke?

Yes, but Hendrix
hasn't shown up.

And his car is outside.

So wherever he's going,
he has to take a taxi or walk.

Danno, put out an
APB on him right away.

Hendrix was a cop in Chicago
with a wife and daughter.

His wife died when
his little daughter was 3.

Hendrix never remarried.
He brought the child up.

When she was 16,
she was kidnapped.

Her dead body turned
up in Miami. Murdered.

She was forced
into prostitution.

Hendrix came to Honolulu,

bummed around a
while, then joined H.P.D.

He asked for vice detail.

Yeah. That explains a lot.

More than you think.
Take a look at this.

That's the daughter
that was murdered.

- See a resemblance to
anyone? McGARRETT: Mm-hm.

You bet I do. Lureen, huh?

Here's a shot I
took of her today.

McGARRETT: You know, Duke, I...

I had a feeling it might
be something like that.

Duke, what was the
name of the daughter?

- The girl who was killed?
- Nancy Ruth Hendrix.

Steve, take a look at this.

Blood.

Blood?

Hendrix must've brushed up
against there for some reason.

Yeah. It sure is blood.

He was very weak.
Could've leaned up against it.

Blood is up rather high.

More likely he climbed
up and fell against it.

Hmm.

Yeah. It stops. There's
no blood up here.

Danno, grab these, will you?

God, it's hollow.

How long has this
bookcase been here?

As long as I've been here.

But he did have the office
before I came to work for him.

Ah.

Look at this.

Some sort of a control.

Hmm.

Kamaki,

Keoki,

Lopaca.

McGARRETT: We don't
know this one, do we?

No.

Maggers. Could be,

he's gonna skip this guy,
get right to Maggers, huh?

Let's go.

Yes?

McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0,
to see Mr. Maggers, please.

- Mr. Maggers isn't here.
- Really?

- Well, we're gonna check it ourselves.
- Nobody goes in there.

Duke, stay here and
keep your eyes open.

Right, Steve.

And I said no. We don't have
any time for any more outside help.

We gotta get the job done
before any more damage is done.

- And I'm telling you, take care of it.
- Maggers.

I was saving you for the last,

but now it can't wait.

You've had it wrong
from the beginning.

You and McGarrett. I
never did anything to you.

A 16-year-old girl was almost
killed when you put the hit on me.

I never did it. I never did it.

Put that gun down,
Russ, for God's sake.

McGarrett, am I glad to see you.

But why?

He can't help you now,
Maggers. Nobody can.

Russ, I don't wanna kill you.

Even if you did, it wouldn't stop
me from blowing this filth away.

Russ, listen to me,
will you, please?

No, Steve. I'm glad you're here.

You know what this man is?

Yeah, I know. I know.

This scum buys little girls.

Little kids.

He dresses them
up in fancy clothes,

then he rents them out
to the highest bidder.

- That's a lie.
- No, that's not a lie.

Russ, killing him is
not gonna do any good.

And you send them anywhere for
the right price, don't you, Maggers?

How much you get for a
little girl? How much you get?

- Thousand dollars a night?
- That's absurd.

- How much? How much?
- I...

All right. A thousand
dollars. Yes, 1,000.

A thousand dollars.

And then what happens to them?

- Uh...
- Hmm? What happens to them?

You brutalize them, don't
you? You violate them.

Don't you, Maggers?

You strip them of all
their human dignity.

You shame them
beyond redemption.

Most of them die young.

And those who don't
wish to God they had.

How many little girls
have you destroyed?

- I don't know. A few...
- How many? You tell me!

A hundred, all right?
A hundred, maybe.

- A hundred? A hundred?
- More, maybe.

- A hundred?
- Unh!

- Yes.
- Is there any reason

why I shouldn't
blow this scum away?

Russ, I think I know why
you wanna be the one to do it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I do.

You wanna kill
Maggers and all his kind

because they took your
daughter, Nancy, away.

Didn't they?

- Yeah. How'd you know that?
- I know a lot of things.

I also know that one of
them murdered a little girl,

- but you couldn't prove it.
- That's right.

That pimp, Kamaki.

And then you beat him up, and
it wrecked your police career.

Kamaki was the first
on your list, wasn't he?

Huh? Now it's Maggers.

So there won't be any more
daughters for him to kill, will there?

No more.

All the young lives you've protected
and saved for so many years.

Did any of them...?

Did any of them remind
you of your daughter, Nancy?

What're you getting at?

You've found her
again, haven't you, Russ?

After all this time. Except her
name isn't Nancy now. It's...

It's Lureen, isn't it?

Uh...

Lureen...

I love her, like a father.

She even looks like
Nancy, doesn't she?

And she's almost
exactly the same age.

Steve...

It's like regaining all those
lost years, isn't it, Russ?

Steve... My God...

What are you...?
What? You're accuse...?

Accusing you? Oh,
Russ, I'm your friend.

Listen to me. You were going to
take a 16-year-old girl into your home

and care for her, weren't you?

Yes.

Care for her until that girl,
that child, became a woman.

But what then, Russ?
Think about it. What then?

It must've crossed your mind.

Yes.

Yes, it did.

It did.

Easy.

Easy. Easy, Russ.

Steve,

I'm no better than Maggers.

Oh, Russ, there's no connection.

You love Lureen.

You could never hurt her. Never.

He's gone.

Beautiful day.

I did all my crying
already, Mr. McGarrett.

I somehow knew I'd
never see him again.

I was crazy when
he drove off like that.

I never thought it was possible
to love somebody so much.

And he loved you
every bit as much.

Mr. McGarrett,

I'm gonna handle this.

My life. It's what Russ gave me.

He taught me to be
complete. And I think I am.

- Can I tell you something else?
- Of course.

He didn't think I knew.

Maybe he didn't know himself.

But Russ loved me as a
woman as well as a child.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah. I think so.

The thing is, it would
have worked out in time.

I felt exactly the
same way about him.

Does that shock you?

Nothing shocks me,
little one. Nothing.

Have a beautiful life, Lureen.

I think maybe I can.

Me too.

McGARRETT: Hey.

Ah, it's a special
place, isn't it, Danno?

They all get to be kids again.