Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 12, Episode 15 - The Flight of the Jewels - full transcript

McGARRETT: A dozen armed guards,

a quarter of a million dollars
worth of security equipment,

and this is all we get to go on.

Detonator, timer,
my own special brew.

A Straub homing device?
I've got a drawer full of them.

Well, we'd like you to use ours.

Put the package in the
little door, marked "door."

That package is bugged.

Hey, Nick. Not bad, huh?

"Not bad" is for losers, Jerry~san.
You gotta think good. We're winners.

Well, you're late, winner.



Well, I had to press
my monkey suit.

We have an inspection this
morning for some big brass.

He's starting to love his
job. It must be the uniform.

Are you clods ready or not?

What is that, nitro?

No. It's my own formula.

It's glyceryl trinitrate.

Just as powerful, but
a little bit more stable.

It's a gel.

You geniuses finished
playing with your toys yet?

No. One more little
experiment, my turtledove.

How can we send a kid up
to fight in a crate like that?

Tora, tora, tora.

What are you laughing at?



You with your crazy experiments.

It isn't an experiment anymore.

It works.

What works?

What is this?

Are you actually
going through with this?

I thought it was a challenge.
One of your freaky mental games.

You know, boy geniuses.

The challenge is
against the system

and it's the system that's
freaky, Cathie, not us.

We want what's ours.

Oh, listen, I gotta get to work.

Let's get on it.

You seem rather
nervous, Mr. Mohai.

There are 10 million
dollars worth of gemstones

and some priceless
historical pieces over here.

My company is, uh, underwriting
full insurance on them.

You'd be nervous too.

Mr. Larkin, as security
chief, how do you feel?

I'm perfectly satisfied.

Our electronic fence extends
around this entire pavilion complex.

Armed guards at every door.

TV cameras to give us ample
warning of any break~in attempts.

Well, it isn't always
a break~in, you know.

Uh, what do you do with a
hit~and~run thief, Mr. Larkin?

Yeah. During crowded,
uh, exhibit hours, let us say.

Hmm.

~ Nick. NICK: Yes, sir.

~ Mr. McGarrett. ~ Nick,
you're a hit~and~run thief.

Go for it.

My palm print and only
my palm print, on this panel,

turns off the alarms

and opens the doors.

Thanks, Nick.

Anything else?

Yes, we'll need H.P.D.
radio cars as backup.

~ Why? McGARRETT: Why?

In case the impossible
happens, Mr. Larkin.

In case a gang of
professionals just manages

to purloin these jewels
and make a getaway.

Uh, we'd also like a direct
line from your alarm system

to the nearest
H.P.D. substation.

McGARRETT: That would
put at least three police cars

no farther than
four minutes away.

In five more minutes,

every street leading to
this pavilion could be closed.

And a helicopter
could be on its way.

Very well, gentlemen. Thank you.

Let's go, Kimo.

Detonator, timer,
my own special brew.

~ You mean, that's it? ~ Mm~hm.

Not much nose, but extraordinary
clarity for so young a vintage.

~ Where you gonna test it?
- Ha~ha~ha.

Here, on us.

My disposable gas mask.

I invented it in junior high.

It holds five minutes
worth of oxygen.

Hey, what about our masks?

Oh, well, you don't get
any. You're the guinea pigs.

It works.

What is that?

More smoke, for when we want it.

You bring your air force?

Ah. NEAL: Whew.

Today is graduation day.

Well, 4:30, half
hour to closing.

I hate to disappoint
McGarrett, Carew,

but up to now, the
system's worked perfectly.

Up to now, yeah.

Uh, look, I gotta go
back to my station.

~ I'll see you in the
morning, huh? ~ Hmm.

No problem with the smoke
canister? It fit on the fire extinguisher?

It's a marriage made in heaven.

Set for 5:05 exactly.

Okay, we'll start out
at 5:03:40 exactly.

No wind factor makes it
about a minute 20~second trip.

What time is it?

It's, uh, 4:59:30.

Right on schedule.

You're all set? We haven't
overlooked anything?

Bird is ready.

Twenty seconds and counting.

Okay, Nick, seal the doors.

~ You wanna take an early
break? ~ Oh, no, thanks.

Get on with it, guys.

Poison gas!

It's poison gas!

Three, two... one.

Go.

Come on.

Okay, hold it.

Hold it!

Okay, there's a clear
30~foot runway, due north.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Mr. Larkin, open the doors.

Put your hand on the plate!

Open the doors.

You guys get the front.

Boy.

A dozen armed guards,

a quarter of a million dollars
worth of security equipment,

and this is all we
get to go on, huh?

There isn't a piece big
enough to lift a print from.

Duke, I want you to talk
to every known fence.

H.P.D. will give you as
many men as you need.

Right.

Kimo, you and Truck start on
model airplane clubs, hobby shops,

mail~order houses.

Any place where they sell,
trade or service these adult toys.

A slick job, Steve.

Yeah.

And imaginative, Kimo.

We'll see how they
do from now on, huh?

Yes, Luana?

They're ready with
the videotape, sir.

Thank you. Tell
them I'm on my way.

Well, that's about
it, Mr. McGarrett.

You want me to run it again?

No, it's not necessary.

TV cameras were all
functioning, weren't they?

Yes, sir.

It's strange that none of the
cameras actually picked up

anyone going into that
smoke or coming out.

Everyone was
searched, of course.

All the guards on duty
were searched thoroughly.

Right down to the skin.

Those jewels must have
been put on that model plane.

Yeah, and whoever did it
had to be wearing a gas mask.

But we didn't find any.

Anyway, it'd take too long to
dispose of a bulky thing like that.

Unless, of course,
it wasn't bulky.

And it was also put on
that plane and sent out.

Well, it would take a
Houdini to grab those gems,

load them on the
plane, hide a gas mask,

and make a clean getaway
in a couple of minutes.

Sixty~four seconds, to be
exact. That's what it took.

I'm gonna requisition all these
videotapes, if you don't mind.

You know, an electronic filter
might be able to penetrate that smoke

and show us something.

Well, our personnel files will
be here first thing in the morning.

You won't find one
man with a record.

Nor the name Houdini, huh?

This lustrous bit of carbon will
more than pay for our first computer.

If we were gonna sell them.

Which we're not.

Dealing with a fence is not only
unprofitable, it's very dangerous.

Now, we're clean and
we're gonna stay clean.

There's no way the police or
McGarrett or Five~0 can even look at us.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless McGarrett spots
that missing minute and a half

on those tapes he requisitioned.

Well, we'll just tell them
the machine malfunctioned.

What's good enough for Nixon is
good enough for us, nicht wahr?

Anyway, our plan worked
so far. We'll stick to it.

We Will return
the jewels at once.

To the insurance company.

For a slight fee for
shipping and handling.

A Slight half a
million. Ha~ha~ha.

Not enough.

I just heard
something on the news.

One of the officers who was
answering the burglary call

got into a terrible
car accident.

Well, Cathie, an
accident is an accident.

~ The streets just aren't safe
anymore. ~ Mm. That's a good point.

Neal, he may die.

Did we use guns?

Did any one of us
touch a cop? No.

So I'm sorry, but I'm not
buying any guilt today.

Does he have a family?

Yes, he has a family.

Do you wanna make
a joke about that too?

"Does he have a family?"

Here, give it to Mrs. Cop.

Why don't you take a few
more for all the other little cops?

It'll make you feel better.

Hey, knock it off, all right?

You know how I feel
about people getting hurt.

Both of you promised
nothing would happen.

Sounds as if Jerry
would like to back out.

I don't know what I wanna do.

Cathie's right. This stuff
doesn't look worth a man's life.

Well, you go have a
good cry with Cathie.

But when you come back,

get your little air force ready to fly
because, uh, if anything goes wrong,

Nick and I will give you
a little acid bath, okay?

~ Morning, gentlemen.
~ Morning, Mr. Mohai.

I think you know Kimo Carew.

Thank you for coming.
Won't you sit down?

Your message had
an "or else" ring to it.

Have you got a lead?

~ No, have you? ~ No.

But the minute I hear anything,

even a crank call,
you'll be the first to hear.

But frankly, my head
office has informed me

to pay any reasonable sum
for the safe return of the jewels.

What's a reasonable sum
on a claim of that size?

Sorry, that's confidential.

Mr. Mohai, I'm sure you're aware

that over 80 percent of the
cases like this are cracked

when the drop takes place.

So please don't
keep us in the dark.

You know what this is?

A Straub homing device?

I've got a drawer full of them.

Well, we'd like you to use ours
and we'd like it inside the moneybag.

Sure.

If there is a drop. Gentlemen.

What do you think, Steve?

Just what you're thinking.

He's lying.

He's already made
contact with the thieves

and he's planning to
make a deal with them.

What's the program?

Stay with him all the way.

I want a helicopter on standby

and I wanna be there
when he makes the drop.

Hey, that was quick work, Kimo.

There he is.

~ Where'd you pick
him up? ~ The bank.

He withdrew $300,000. He's
got it in that package with him.

McGARRETT: Looks like he's
ready to make the drop, huh?

Look, Truck is in the
copter behind those hills.

If Mohai makes the drop and that
homing device is where he promised,

we're ready.

Hello, Mr. Mohai.

Stay right where
you are, Mr. Mohai.

This plane is loaded
with explosive gel.

Bang, bang.

If you do everything by the
numbers, nothing bad will happen.

I brought the
money in good faith.

Speak up, Mr. Mohai.

I brought the money.

That's very intelligent of you.

Now, open the package.

Blasted thing won't untie.

Yes, I can see that.

Look, there's also a miniature
television camera onboard as well.

Don't blow his mind anymore,
Neal. You'll give him a coronary.

Now, raise it above your head.

Tilt it towards the plane
so I can see the bills.

Looks like the real thing.

Excellent.

Now, tie it back up.

We wouldn't want any of those
beautiful bank notes to blow away.

Where are the jewels?

If you look
underneath the plane,

you'll see two jars.

One has the gems

and the other is
full of explosive gel.

But first, put the
package in the plane.

Put it in the little
door, marked "door."

Then carefully
remove the right jar.

Remember, now, by the numbers

or there will be a very
big hole in the ground.

Now, start forward.

What's that sound?

Hold it, Mohai.

It's a directional signal.

That package is bugged.

Okay, okay. I'll take it out.

McGARRETT: Something's
gone wrong, Kimo.

Tell Truck to move
in with the chopper.

Right away, Steve.

I still don't see it.

Fifteen degrees left.

That's it, heading west.

Something's wrong with the
scope. The blips are getting fainter.

Must be interference.

I got it now.

We don't need the scope. I can
follow him over the white sand.

No jewels, no
explosives, nothing.

This isn't the same model plane.

They switched them on us.

There are four registered
model airplane clubs

with a membership
of over 300, Steve.

Okay, I want every
club sandpapered.

Right, the computers
are humming.

Duke, anything from the street?

Nobody knows nothing.

~ Truck? ~ There's
609 mail~order places

that sell radio
control model kits,

but the one we got was
a handmade special.

I'm still checking on the motor.

Okay. What else, gentlemen?

Got the lab report, Steve.

Both the smoke bomb
and the explosive compound

were special formulas.

And they were made by a
chemist who was almost a genius.

The TV tape,
could've been edited.

~ Edited? ~ But
if it was edited,

it would've taken, uh,
an electronic expert

to make it come
out as good as it did.

The same expert who made

those miniature
communication devices, huh?

Special lightweight gear
not sold commercially.

Maybe we're looking for
the wrong kind of gang.

What if they're not
professional thieves,

but professional scientists?

Without records.

Where do we start looking?

Where would we find a
chemist, an aeronautical engineer

and an electronic genius
all in the same place?

A space lab?

Maybe an aircraft factory?

- ~ How about a university?
- Wait a minute.

A model shop owner said,

there used to be a radio control
plane club at the university.

It broke up a
couple of years ago.

Steve,

uh, some of those security
guards were college graduates.

Okay, now we've
got a lead to follow.

Kimo, you and Truck
get up to the university.

Duke, get them a computer
printout of the security personnel.

I want all the names
with a college background.

Gentlemen, maybe, just maybe,

the only mistake this gang made
was being too damned smart.

Hmm?

Hey, Jerry, you should've
seen that guy, Mohai,

chasing your airplane
down the runway.

I thought he was gonna fall on it and
wipe out your whole air force. Ha, ha.

You know Cathie's
leaving, don't you?

I got the number of a fence.

Oh, not Stanley
and his hot stereos.

No, but, uh, Stanley recommended
him, says he's big time.

Somebody by the
name of, uh, Yamura.

Wait a minute.

What happened to
all that "We're clean

and we're gonna
stay clean" snow job?

Face it, Jerry~san,

we can't deal with the
insurance company anymore.

We gotta play the game.

The game, Nick~san, was
to start our own business.

Science for Sale.

That's all we were
gonna use the money for.

Now we're going heavy.

What are you worried about?

McGarrett has seen my face.

He's gonna keep playing those tapes
until he figures I pulled a Watergate.

Now, if I can stay with that stupid
job, you can stick it out with me.

Or you'll do what?

Nick, leave him alone.

We don't need his toys anymore.

We'll get the cool million from
Yamura and split it two ways.

May I help you?

Yeah, I certainly hope so.

You wanna join a
club or bust one?

We understand the university had a
model flying club a couple years ago.

It was very popular among the
engineering students for a while.

Do you happen to
have a membership list?

What for?

Now, you're not gonna make
me get a warrant, are you?

No, of course not. Um...

I'd be glad to make a copy
and send it to your office.

Isn't that a copy machine there?

You don't mind waiting?

Not at all.

Well, there's no
matchup on the names.

Hey.

One of these flyboys has the address
of that security guard, Nick Zano.

His name is Otami. Jerry Otami.

But these lists
are two years old.

Who knows where
anybody's living now?

The police were at my office.

What did they want?

The model plane club membership.

I was never a member.

Yeah, but Jerry's name is on it.

They'll connect it to you, Nick.
You guys were roommates together.

Mr. Yamura, please.

He doesn't know me, but,
uh, Stanley told me to call.

Right.

I've got a deal for you.

Ten million bucks worth of deal.

Look, kid, I have
no time for games.

I'm talking about the royal
gems heist, Queen Liliuokalani.

See, I've got the stones.

In fact, one of the, uh,
sapphires weighs 32 carats.

I know because I, uh,
weighed every one of them.

What do you want, kid?

One million in
nicely laundered bills.

What are you smoking?

To me, you understand...
The whole lot, if you had them...

Hmm, wouldn't be
worth 200 grand.

Two hundred?

Okay, then it, uh,
has to be today.

When can I see the merchandise?

I'll meet you at, uh,
Crown Point, 4:00,

with the whole collection.

Okay, kid.

And my name is Neal.

Sure. Sure, Neal.

He just might have them.

Have what?

The royal jewels that
were hit yesterday.

Just a kid.

I never even heard of him.

An amateur? How
much does he want?

Two hundred grand.

Two hundred grand?

That's nothing for those stones.

Nothing's closer
to what he'll get.

I'll either take them away

or blow him away.

Jerry Otami?

What do you want with me?

We're police officers. Hawaii
Five~0. May we come in?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, that's, uh, the
last of my air force.

Who are your partners?

Oh, I couldn't tell you that.

Where are your partners?

Jerry, we know
you have partners.

Okay, Kimo, I guess we'll
have to instruct the gentleman

about where he stands, huh?

If the policeman dies, it's manslaughter
in the commission of a crime.

Oh, no, no. No, if the
policeman dies, it's murder.

We didn't mean for
that officer to get hurt.

No, of course not. No
one ever means it, do they?

Where are the jewels?

Uh, I don't have them.

Try again.

I don't know. Maybe Neal
fenced them already, uh...

Guy named Yamura.

Hank Yamura?

He'll rip you to shreds.

Now, where is your
friend, Neal, now?

Jerry, let me explain something.

Neal is in grave danger, if
he's trying to deal with Yamura.

And by danger, I mean his life.

You understand that?

I'll show you.

Kimo, take those
things. Let's go.

Uh, be careful with that.
That's high explosives.

Let's go.

Anybody home?

Have I come to
the wrong address?

Konnichiwa, Mr. Yamura.

Can it. You got the stuff?

I think the question is,
did you bring the money?

I'm wasting my time.

Mr. Yamura?

Maybe you did rip
the exhibit, huh?

I guess we're gonna have to do
business together after all, eh?

Now, where is it?

My partner has them.

But if I don't call him within an hour
and tell him, unh, everything's peachy,

you'll never see
another one of them.

Where you gonna
call him at, kid, huh?

The name is Neal.

Hi, Cath. Guess
who's coming to dinner.

We're from Five~0, Cathie.

Yes, I know.

Jerry said that Neal and Nick are
meeting with Yamura, is that right?

I don't have to
tell you anything.

Cathie, please listen to them.

Yamura's ruthless.

Once he gets his hands on those
jewels, both those boys are dead.

I love Neal.

You don't know what
you're asking me to do.

Yeah. We're asking
you to save his life.

He said he was meeting
that man up at Crown Point.

It's about five
miles up the road.

You better be
telling it straight.

We're telling it straight.
Thank you, Cathie.

Yeah, sure.

Mr. Yamura?

Where's the kid?

Oh, he's taking a little nap.

Ten million in a plastic jar.

You punks are all class.

~ What do you wanna do with
them? ~ I think they need a bath.

You know, in the ocean.

Far out.

Hey you, come on up here.

You've had your little nap.

Move it, kid.

Neal.

Mr. Yamura, we got company.

Stay down.

Five~0!

Yamura, you're
not going anywhere.

Throw down your
weapons and surrender.

Listen, Five~0. I've
got two bright boys here

and they think you should
back off and let us go.

No deals, Yamura. Just give up.

You've got one
minute to back off

or I send one of these
kids rolling down the hill.

You understand me?

McGARRETT: I said,
no deals, Yamura.

You kill your hostages and you
belong to us. That'd be dumb.

We're coming out
and let you shoot them.

Get up.

Steve, they blew
the tires on the van.

There's not a radio squad
car within miles of here.

Okay, Kimo. Get the trunk open.

How long would it take you to
assemble that plane of yours?

No time at all.

And rig the explosive?

~ About ten seconds.
McGARRETT: Okay, do it.

~ I gotta get them
now. ~ Do it. Do it.

~ All right! ~ We got them.

Kablooey. Ha~ha~ha.
NICK: All right.

~ Truck, come in.
TRUCK Yeah, Steve.

You anywhere near
that car we just zapped?

I'm coming up on
it right now, Steve.

What a blast!

Call for an ambulance
and pick up the jewels.

Okay, get out. Move it.

That takes care of the bad guys.

Yeah, some of them.

What happens now, Mr. McGarrett?

What do you think happens?

You go to prison and
you serve your time.

You come out, and your lives
and your reputations are ruined.

You're felons, indelibly marked.

I suppose you geniuses considered
this some sophomore experiment,

that you're sorry for and
you can walk away from, huh?

Well, it doesn't work that way.

A police officer's life
hangs in the balance.

Now, fortunately for you,
he'll probably recover.

But look at the physical pain and
the mental anguish that you've caused,

plus the destruction of museum
property and your own reputations.

What a waste. God, what a waste.

You're under arrest.
Book them, Kimo.