Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 12, Episode 14 - The Golden Noose - full transcript

What's your game, McGarrett?

I thought it was the security
and safety of our country's bullion.

My game is lawbreakers,
Mr. Halloran. What's your game?

That steel block is 4 inches thick,
and the laser went through it just like~~

Like it was butter.

Halloran's dangerous, Steve,

but trying to break
in there, that's insane.

He tried to kill me.
He tried to kill me.

Well, nobody here.
Guess I'll, uh...

Jimmy! Whoo!

~ Oh! ~ My girl!



Mm...

What a surprise.

I couldn't wait.

You've been gone
three whole weeks. Mm.

We're gonna have to wait, babe.

~ Why? ~ Jonas Halloran.

Let him wait.

I wish we could, but
he's due here any minute.

We gotta go on to the capitol.
Your country is going to be rich.

You discovered oil.

Better than oil. Uranium.

Give us a couple of hours.

I'll go with Halloran,
we'll meet the premier,

and then you meet
me in town at the hotel.



Okay? And, oh, a
little something for you.

But don't open it now.

We'll open it at the hotel and,
uh, toast it with champagne, okay?

Okay.

I have to check out
at the hospital anyway.

All right.

~ I'll see you in
town later? ~ Mm.

You sure will.

I love you.

We'll explore that later too.

Okay.

Mr. Halloran, I'll be right out.

You know our finance
minister, Mr. Sandifer.

Sure. Nice to
see you again, sir.

Le Doc, one of our guards.

Excuse my appearance.

Had to rinse off three
weeks of that jungle goo.

Well, what's the news, Weaver?

Great news. I found uranium.

Uranium, my boy?

Yes, sir. Tons and tons of it.

I can't even
calculate the amount.

But believe me, sir,

Baradak's gonna be the biggest
little rich country in the Far East.

You've told your
home office, of course?

No. No, not yet.

Have you let anybody know?

Nope. Just you.

That's marvelous, me boy.

See, it wouldn't do
to let the word get out.

Certainly not.

Pull over right here, Le Doc.

Out.

- ~ Behind the brush.
- Move.

Wait a minute. What~~? What is
this? What are you guys trying~~?

Wait a minute. What are
you doing? What is~~? I...

What now?

Now we'll finish this
visit to Premier Lon Tho,

and tell His Excellency
the sad news...

of the total failure of
Mr. Weaver's geological survey.

I see.

Then we shall accompany
Lon Tho to Honolulu

where the gold bullion awaits.

And this time I'll
direct the insurrection.

This time with money enough

to import professional
mercenaries, equipment and arms.

And then this country, with
its newly~discovered riches,

will be all ours.

This, then, was
small, remote Baradak

just eight weeks ago.

Yet today, peace and
order has been restored

to this strife~torn
Far Eastern country.

Premier Lon Tho and
his right~hand man,

technically aide~de~camp,
Jonas Halloran,

have successfully routed
the hired mercenaries.

Baradak is now at peace.
And now for the local weather...

In eight weeks they've gone
from blood in the streets to peace.

Gentlemen, the president himself

is interested in the stability
and security of Baradak.

Well, that, uh~~ That just means
money, doesn't it, Mr. Secretary?

Right. Money.

But theirs, not ours.

What do you mean,
"theirs, not ours"?

Bullion.

A hundred and fifty
million dollars worth of gold,

which has been kept in a
Honolulu bank for safekeeping.

Now that the crisis is over,
they naturally want it back.

Your job, Mr. McGarrett, is to provide
security when they come to pick it up.

Something bothering
you, Mr. McGarrett?

Yeah. Mr. Halloran
bothers me, Mr. Secretary.

Soldier of fortune,
mercenary, adventurer.

Mixed up in the Obutu
uprising in Africa.

Soldiered in Angola,
Zaire, Zimbabwe.

Yeah, he bothers me a lot.

It is very pleasant to
see you again, governor.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

- ~ Welcome to Hawaii.
- Thank you.

Steve McGarrett,
head of Hawaii Five~0.

~ Mr. Prime Minister. LON
THO: I'm pleased to meet you.

Jonas Halloran, my aide.

~ Governor. ~ Mr. Halloran.

~ McGarrett. LON
THO: And Mr. Sandifer,

~ my finance minister.
~ Mr. Halloran.

How do you do, sir?

Well, I know you'll want to
get settled into your hotel suites.

And then for this evening, I've
planned a small, private dinner.

Just special friends.
Non~political.

How very thoughtful
of you, governor.

Mr. Halloran! Mr. Halloran!

Mr. Halloran!

Oh, Mr. Halloran!

Just take it easy, ma'am.

I have to talk to him. I
just want to talk to him.

Could I please see
some identification?

You just wanted
to talk to him, huh?

I did just want to
talk to Mr. Halloran.

I must.

When I found out he was coming
here to Honolulu, I took an earlier flight.

Why the hunting knife?

For protection, of course.

Protection? Protection
against what?

I understand in your
country protection is needed.

The streets are not safe.

You could have talked to
Halloran in Baradak, couldn't you?

No.

I tried, Mr. McGarrett,

but he would not talk to
me. He would not see me.

The lady thinks her
friend, one James Weaver,

~ had some kind of
accident. ~ Tell me about it.

Well, he came back
from a geological survey

and told her he was going with
Halloran for a meeting with the premier.

And then he was gonna meet
her in town at a hotel afterwards.

But he had an accident?

I don't know what
happened to him.

He just disappeared.

His jeep is gone.

His briefcase is gone.

He never made his report.

He never came to the hotel.

What kind of a report was it?

About minerals in
the north mountains.

Uranium.

He said it was wonderful
for my country, what he found.

What could have happened to him?

I asked everywhere.

He just disappeared.

Is it possible that your
friend left the country

without telling you, Nadira?

Jimmy said we will
meet in the hotel.

He gave me this and said
we'll open it together there.

That's my engagement
ring, Mr. McGarrett.

Do you think he would leave
the country without telling me?

No. No, I don't think so.

In the process of drafting a
new constitution, governor,

we are like Greek
sponges... Thank you.

Absorbing the theories
and practices of democracy.

Until recently, most of our rice
was imported from Cambodia.

~ Thank you. ~ No, thank you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Any news of Jim
Weaver, Mr. Halloran?

Weaver?

Oh, of course. He's
a geologist we hired.

It's too bad.

Too bad about what?

Well, he was doing a
mineral survey for us.

Uranium.

And we got his report about,
uh, four or five days ago.

Negative.

That's odd. I understood
the report was positive.

Well, how do you
understand that, McGarrett?

From a friend of
Weaver's, Mr. Halloran.

She saw him the day he
returned from his field trip.

He definitely
confirmed the deposits.

She? Who is she?

A young woman from your country.

Nadira.

Nadira, I think that's the way
she pronounced her name.

Oh...

Yeah, that woman at the airport.

Yeah. She said she met Weaver
at his bungalow the day he returned.

He told her that the
survey was a great success

and he was to meet you and
go with you to see the premier.

He didn't meet me.

He phoned in his report.

He said his survey was a washout.
That he was leaving the country.

Are you questioning
me, McGarrett?

Oh.

Should I, Mr. Halloran?

Well, you seem to be taking
the word of a native girl,

probably a jilted
native girl, over mine.

Well, why would she
make up a story like that?

What happened to James Weaver?

Why wouldn't you talk to her?

Yeah. Yeah, I think I am
inclined to believe the lady. Yeah.

What's your game, McGarrett?

I thought it was the security
and safety of our country's bullion.

One hundred and fifty
million dollars worth.

My game is
lawbreakers, Mr. Halloran.

What's your game?

This time lock consists of
three coded electronic units.

They're interlocked
and tamperproof.

The door is 18 solid inches
of chromium~carbon steel,

weighs 2 tons.

And the floor, the
walls, the ceiling?

Twelve inches of steel set in
2 feet of reinforced concrete.

Oh, in 30 seconds, that
door is timed to open.

~ What about a
bypass? ~ Like what?

Well, like, through the wire mesh
inside the concrete, for instance.

How?

Some sort of
high~speed drill or laser?

Now, here's a sample
of the wire mesh.

To remove the gold, the
hole would have to be as large

as one of those gold bars.

Any hole that size would cut
through at least one of those wires,

setting off an
alarm immediately.

The vault may now
be opened, gentlemen.

Whew!

~ Oh, boy. ~ How much
does each bar weigh?

About 40 pounds.

Well, if anybody's
gonna make a try at it,

it'll have to be in transit
between here and the airport.

Truck and H.P.D. will
help monitor the route,

streets, rooftops,
sewers, vehicles.

It's a cinch nobody's
gonna get in that vault.

Astonishing.

That steel block is 4 inches thick,
and the laser went through it just like~~

Like it was butter.

Wriggins, you're a genius.

It doesn't look ready.

The special coils came
in early this morning.

She'll be ready. Don't worry.

~ Hello? ~ It's the Dutchman.

The shopping list is complete.

You have those AK~13s and
the lightweight rocket launchers?

I have all the
hardware, Halloran.

But nothing moves until
I see money up front.

And that includes
what you owe me

from that little fiasco you worked
both sides of a couple of months ago.

That was all
preplanned, Dutchman.

You'll be paid in gold
bullion Saturday morning.

What happened to that survey?

Haven't heard a
word out of Baradak.

We haven't let the word out.

The survey was sensational.

And I took care of~~

Good. Speak to you later.

All right. Out.

Who are you? How
did you get in here?

I am Nadira, Mr. Halloran.

The chambermaid was here.

The door was open.

What has happened to
Jimmy? Jimmy Weaver?

How the devil should I know?

He said, the day he came
back from the field trip,

that you and he were to meet.

Well, we were. We didn't.

I went to his bungalow. I
waited for him, he never showed.

He said he would wait for you.

~ And you left him? ~ Yes.
We were to meet in town later.

Oh, well, now I understand.

Look, Nadira, I
don't like to say it,

but it looks like your
boyfriend's taken a powder.

You'd better, uh, put him
out of your mind and go home.

In the long run you'll be better off.
Do you have, uh, plane fare back?

Yes, but... Well, use it.

Believe me, you'll
be much better off

if you just forget
the whole thing.

You said you waited for
Jimmy inside the bungalow?

For more than an hour.

Then you must have
seen the sign I put up.

"Happy birthday,
Jimmy." And the cake?

Yes, of course.

You better make your
flight arrangements, okay?

Okay, Mr. Halloran.
Thank you very much.

Sir?

She's dangerous. Get rid of her.

Accidentally.

Ah!

~ Stop! You! MAN: What happened?

She did it!

It's Le Doc, the poor man.
He was with our delegation.

In what capacity?

He was an aide.
How did this happen?

According to an eyewitness, a woman
pushed your aide in front of a truck.

~ A woman? McGARRETT: Yeah.

Then she ran away.

The witness said she
was foreign~looking,

mid~20s, Asian probably.

I thought perhaps she could have
been a native of Baradak, huh?

You're thinking of that woman who
caused a commotion at the airport.

Well, it's possible.

But why would she kill Le Doc?

Possibly for protection.

I'd say Le Doc needed
the protection, McGarrett.

Really?

Your man was carrying
a~~ Show him, Kimo.

This piece.

Well, he was acting
as a bodyguard.

Bodyguard for you,
Mr. Halloran? Ha~ha.

That's amusing.

For the premier and
the entire official party.

Where did he get this weapon?

I've seen only one like it before,
taken from an international terrorist.

I've had just about
enough of you, McGarrett.

Find the girl and lock her up.

You'll be saving Baradak a job,
if and when she returns home.

Did you hear him explain
where this gun came from?

Yeah, that was some
explanation, wasn't it?

~ Kimo. ~ Yeah?

What is it I don't
like about that man?

Everything.

Ha~ha. Yeah.

We've run across them recently
in special global situations.

The CIA as well.

This is an RR4, caliber.380.

It's the smallest
automatic weapon made.

The major, legitimate market is for
foreign governments, police forces.

Firing rate is 1200
rounds per minute.

Not used much, uh, domestically,
Steve, as you probably know.

Trouble is, they're
rapidly becoming a favorite

of insurrectionists,
mercenaries, terrorists.

Somehow, they're falling
into the wrong hands.

How?

Through dealers
in illegal weapons.

Anybody here?

Yeah. You can look
into two possibles.

Harry Polifax, alias
the Undertaker.

He's been inactive since parole.

He owns a coffin
manufacturing business now.

And the other one?

Jan Schyler, alias the Dutchman.

Runs a scrap metal reclamation
yard near Pier, um, 13.

He inactive too?

I don't know. He hasn't
been surfacing much, lately.

Sorry, Steve, I haven't
been more constructive.

Oh, you have been,
Tom. Very helpful.

If you think of anything else, give
me a call at the office, will you?

Okay.

~ McGarrett. NADIRA:
Mr. McGarrett?

I've just found out the
police are looking for me.

I didn't kill that
man, Mr. McGarrett.

He was trying to kill me.

Why would Halloran
wanna kill you?

Because up in his hotel room,
I overheard him on the phone.

He said something about weapons,

rocket launchers, and Jimmy's
report being sensational.

Do you know who
he was talking to?

No.

Yes.

He called him "Dutchman."

Dutchman, huh?

Nadira, I want you to come
in to this office immediately.

No, Mr. McGarrett. I
have to follow through.

McGARRETT: What else
did he say about weapons?

That~~ That he would pay for
them in gold bullion Saturday.

That's tomorrow.

Nadira, you're in danger.

Why don't you come in? Please.

I'll let you know what I
find out, Mr. McGarrett.

Kimo, it's just too
much of a coincidence.

The Dutchman possibly
trafficking in arms.

Nadira overhearing Halloran
on the phone to him. Come on.

Yeah. What do we have here, eh?

A very curious lady.

Now, I wonder, about what?

What was it Mr. Halloran told me
about a young, attractive Baradak lady?

That you are here to spy.

So you're going
to take a little walk.

My men are all gone.
There's no one here.

So move along, little lady.

After you, Liebchen.

Over there.

Police! Drop it!

I said, drop it!

Drop it!

Whose idea was this,
yours or Halloran's?

Oh!

Mr. McGarrett!

Mr. McGarrett! Mr. McGarrett!

He tried to kill me.
He tried to kill me.

He said Mr. Halloran called him
and warned him about me spying.

Why, Dutchman, huh?

What are you
covering? An arms sale?

A shipment to
Halloran? What is it?

Rifles? Small arms? Ammunition?

Rocket launchers? What is it?

In exchange for gold?

It is nothing.

I am guilty of nothing.

Who are you trying
to protect? Halloran?

Do you think Halloran's
gonna protect you?

You're gonna pull a
long stretch this time.

Parole violation, plus.

McGARRETT: Yeah, plus is right.

Attempted murder, assault with
a deadly weapon, kidnapping.

Your name is gonna be at
the top of the arrest warrant.

You're holding the bag for
your pals. You understand that?

No, I haven't done anything.

I just agreed to sell
some equipment.

I know nothing about arms.

McGARRETT: Get down.

See anything?

Whoever it was is
gone, I think, Steve.

What about the Dutchman?

Yeah, well, he's gone too.

That was a professional
hit if I ever saw one.

Let's get out of here.

You bet.

Where's Nadira?

Looks like she split.

McGARRETT: Come on.

Come in.

Governor, I know this is
gonna take some delicate...

Yes, Steve?

Well, Mr. Halloran.

I just missed you
a little while ago.

You did? ~ I did.

Somebody with a fine
eye and a steady hand

just put a junk
dealer away for good.

~ Really? ~ Really.

I think it was
you, Mr. Halloran.

You see, governor,
just like I said.

Mr. McGarrett is
playing the cop,

and like cops all over the world,
he's throwing his weight around.

Making accusations
without proof.

He said it himself, this
is a delicate situation.

I am a representative
of Baradak,

and my premier is here,
exchanging views and ideas with you.

Establishing
friendly relationships,

while one of your cops is
undermining your every move.

What was your relationship
with the, uh, Dutchman?

Who's the Dutchman?

Why did you cover up Jim
Weaver's geological report

that showed huge deposits
of uranium in Baradak?

I told you before,
there was no report.

Where did your
aide and bodyguard,

the one who tried to kill Nadira
and ended up getting killed himself~~

Where did he get his unique
handgun if not from the Dutchman?

Oh, now I get it.

That's where all these statements
are coming from. The girl.

Now, what else~~?
What else did she tell you?

Steve, where is this girl?

We're trying to
find out now, sir.

She's on the run
somewhere. We don't know.

How convenient.

You haven't answered
my questions, Mr. Halloran.

You're withholding evidence of
rich deposits of uranium in Baradak

because you're planning to
take over that little country.

Now, to do that you need money,

to pay for arms,
equipment and mercenaries.

And you propose to get that
money tomorrow morning.

It's sitting right here in
Honolulu, in a bank vault.

And how am I gonna
get it, McGarrett?

I don't know.

I only know you'll probably try.

I'm not going to undo the
benefits of Premier Lon Tho's visit

to you, your state, or
your country, governor.

But your man here is paranoid.

And I hereby withdraw from
any security arrangements

connected with the bank, the vault,
or the transfer of money to the plane.

I'm out, and Mr. McGarrett's in.

Fair enough, governor?
No interference from me.

The gold's the responsibility
of the State of Hawaii.

And there's your
official authorization.

Normally, it's boarded over.

Just under that brush there.

It's an old World
War II ammo tunnel.

Leads down to an
abandoned sewer project.

You could have fooled me.

Well, there's my little darling.

A hundred and fifty
million dollars worth of gold.

And just a few feet
above our heads.

You know, it's taken over
a month just to get this far.

Let's get started.

All right.

Halloran's dangerous, Steve,

but trying to break
in there, that's insane.

A hundred and fifty million in gold
can cause a lot of insanity, Kimo.

Keep a sharp lookout
out here, will you?

Right.

If the laser touches any part

of that electronic grid up
there, heh~heh, we've had it.

The laser beam is
18 millimeters wide.

And that leaves us exactly
ten millimeters clearance.

Well, you wanna try it?

Okay. Put your goggles
and your gloves on first...

and then we'll give it a go.

Okay, you're all ready?

Here we go.

Hallelujah!

Looking good.

Eight o'clock.

Starting to get dark out there.

Gives us ten hours
until the vault opens at 6.

How long is this gonna take?

Well, 2 feet of reinforced
concrete, probably an hour.

Behind that 12 inches
of high~grade steel,

another two and a half hours.

Then I have to bore
another hole the same size.

Roughly, say seven hours.

Why two holes?

Well, the first, for the laser

to get through to bring
the gold to the melting point.

The second, to drain
off the melted gold.

That leaves us less than
three hours to get the gold out.

Precisely.

Nothing doing, Steve.

I'm off about a minute.

We should be breaking through

almost any minute now.

~ Ah, done. ~ Ah, beautiful.

Okay. Now, for the second hole.

She's through.

And ready for the plucking.

~ Beauty. Beauty.
~ Ceramic tube.

Okay, boys.

Very careful with the tube, now.

You got it?

Okay. So watch
out for that grid.

Why so flimsy a tube?

Ha. Flimsy?

That's ceramic, so
the gold won't clog in it.

Okay.

What's it take
to melt the stuff?

Precisely 1945
degrees Fahrenheit.

Everything's quiet
here now, governor.

I'll check back with you
in a couple of hours, sir.

Seventy~three degrees? It
was 72 a minute ago. Strange.

You'd think it'd be
getting cooler, not warmer.

That's what they like about
Hawaii. These warm romantic nights.

Hmm... That should do it.

At the melting point now.

Ah, what a lovely sight.

Steve...

Eighty?

Gotta be cooler than 80.

~ Where's Duke? ~
He went for coffee.

~~and also faces felony
charges in Superior Court.

Now the weather.

The temperature in downtown
Honolulu is 64 degrees,

going down to a low of 62.

Did he say 64
degrees and cooling?

Something must be wrong
with that thermometer.

High temperatures
will be in the upper 70s.

Either that temperature
gauge is out of whack...

Kimo, find out where the
actual thermometer is located.

Trace the wire if
there is one exposed.

See if it's anywhere
near that vault.

Right, Steve.

That vault opens in 25 minutes.

Steve.

The temperature gauge is on
the building, behind the vault.

And the building
is warm, almost hot.

Duke, get me the city engineer.

Tell him I need a map of everything
that's under the downtown area,

~ and I need it
now. ~ Right, Steve.

McGARRETT: Kimo.

We've got ten
minutes. That's all.

This is where we are now.

What is this?

It's called the
Wainwright Tunnel.

What's it used for?

Nothing now.

But it was used during World
War II as an ammo storage tunnel.

How do we get into it?

Right about here.

I can get you there
in about five minutes.

The vault's about to
open, Mr. McGarrett.

That's it.

Okay. Let's go. On the
double. Get out of here.

Okay, open it.

It's hot.

Give me that
typewriter cover, quickly.

They could be just
about leaving down there.

Duke, get to that tunnel
entrance. Take some backup.

Come on, Kimo.

Steve, the tunnel's empty.

They were in there, all right,

but they got out ahead of us.

Okay. We'll take it from here.

Well, what if Halloran
doesn't show?

Oh, he'll show.

There are only two
dealers on the islands

that handle the kind
of weapons he needs.

The Dutchman's dead. Let's go.

These are just big
enough for the gold bars.

They'll make up for the
weight I took out of these things.

Look, everything goes
in the same shipment,

guns, gold. There's no sweat.

I just want mine up front.

Mr. Halloran will take care
of that part when he arrives.

That's what he
said, but he's late.

Police! Stay where you are!

Looks like they've
got the firepower.

See if you can spot
them from topside.

Right, Steve.

Ah! McGARRETT: Kimo.

Drop it. Move it.

Move over.

Don't move! Don't move!

All right. Get out of here.

We got it.

Have you? Don't move.

Don't even think about it.

Kimo, show him the
authorization to receive the gold.

Remember, Halloran?

You're always there to help some
struggling, third~world country,

aren't you, Halloran?

Macho adventurer,
man of action, huh?

Messiah?

Well, no more, pal. No more.

Okay, Kimo, book
him, murder one.

And God knows what else.

How does one thank
you, Mr. McGarrett?

No need to thank me.

Thank the State of Hawaii.

Will you be all right?

Yes. I'll manage.

At least now I know
that Jimmy did love me.

Yes, that he did.

Forgive my intrusion,

but I could not leave without
expressing my gratitude to you.

This lady had a lot to do
with the way things worked out.

I'm aware of it. I
would be honored

if you would accept an important
post with our government.

Few have done
more to deserve it.

Thank you, sir.

I accept with great humility.

I am delighted.

Goodbye, Mr. McGarrett.

~ Thank you. ~
Mr. Prime Minister.

Kimo.

In Hawaii we have a tradition.

A plumeria lei.

Our traditional welcome to
Hawaii and a fond farewell.

Aloha, Nadira.