Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 12, Episode 17 - A Bird in Hand... - full transcript

You mean it's my photo story?

A photo story is not enough
to get three people killed

and an attempt on your life.

~ Ah! ~ Turn right
at the next corner.

But things are
going so smoothly.

Five~0 has been brought into
this. We won't wait for the freighter.

Who is that?
McGARRETT: If I'm right,

he's the con artist
of the century.

Is there a problem, Santos?

No. You want her to
fall out the window?

Look.



~ Look. ~ Where? Where?

Over there. See? ~ Ah! Oh.

A flock of wild duck.

Oh, yeah. Did you see them?

Uh~huh. I saw them.
They make me hungry.

I never expected to go on a
bird~watching tour with Marty Watts.

He's giving a rock
concert this afternoon.

I know. His
wife's the bird buff.

I just came along because
I'm covering their honeymoon.

What kind of bird do you expect
to see in a cane field, honey?

Well, to be truthful, as is my
nature, I'm looking for hula girls.

But I might get lucky and see
me a Ash~throated Flycatcher.

Oh, Marty Watts.

- Did we hit~~?
- Oh! Oh!



~ Hold it, cousin. Come
on, now. ~ Hey, hey.

Hold it, cousin. Hold
it. GERTRUDE: Hey.

~ Yeah! ~ Yeah. Good job.

~ Great. ~ Way to
go. We're out of here.

Any one you can walk
away from. Good one.

That's right.

Okay, everybody
out. Watch your step.

That's all right, man.

That's right.

Just as well. Get off
and stretch the legs.

The birds get to watch us.
- Oh, wow.

Whew.

Thanks.

We might profitably
unlimber our cameras too.

The honeycreeper, in my opinion,
the most exciting bird in Hawaii,

is nesting now.

They come into these cane
fields to escape egg suckers.

Come on over here, Julie Mae.
I'll take a picture of the bride.

~ Right back here? ~ Ha, ha.

That's perfect. Right there.

Pretty smile. Oh,
I love it. There.

Let's try to make this
pitstop short and painless.

I wish you'd brought
your guitar, Marty.

~ Ha, ha. Let me ask you
something. ~ Oh, ha, ha.

Are you happy? ~ Yeah. Oh, yeah.

That was a good one.

Look, isn't that an
interesting old structure?

It's an old sugar mill.

Oh, I like its lines, its
weathered look. Mm.

Marty's good at pen~and~inks.

I think I'll take a
picture of it for him.

Okay, let's go, everybody.

Let's load up, folks.

Come on now, back in the bus...

Grebbs.

Those people.

Wait for me, Julie Mae.

Who are they?

Look like a tourist bus.

Some bird~watchers,
I think, taking pictures.

Get Klieber.

Hey, sorry about
the delay, folks.

Hope you spotted something
more than English sparrows.

We'll get on to our
little forest area. All right.

You'll see more exotic species.

Have lunch, and
head back to Honolulu.

- All right.
- All right.

Okay, folks, end of the line.
Right back where we started from.

Still in Hawaii.
Watch your step.

Mr. Watts, can I
have your autograph?

~ Oh, sure, but I don't have paper.
- Wait. Here.

~ I don't have nothing
to write~~ ~ Right here.

~ I don't believe it.
~ Okay, here you go.

~ How about that?
~ Oh, it tickles.

~ See you all later. ~ Ooh.

Oh, it looks great. Ha, ha.

Everybody's gonna die
when they see it. Ha, ha.

Good bird pictures.

Coming to the
concert this afternoon?

Well, you'd better believe it.

Well, why don't you come early
and grab a couple shots backstage?

Oh, you're a sweetheart.
Thanks, Marty.

I gotta go rehearse.

I really gotta drop Julie
Mae off at the hotel.

~ Okay, you run on. ~ I'm sorry.

~ Bye, Julie Mae.
~ See you later.

Watch your head.
I'm sorry, Julie Mae.

~ Angie, bye. ANGIE: Bye.

~~fled when they stepped
outside the city jail building...

Ito was found 45 minutes later
in the backyard of a residence.

The two women were arrested
early in December for armed robbery.

The murder conviction
of Barry Turner

has been thrown out by
an appeals~court judge

because of unconstitutional
evidence used by local police agencies.

The court granted a
petition filed by Turner

challenging his conviction
for a fatal stabbing

in Oahu Prison in 1974.

Hawaii prosecutors say they
may choose to initiate a new trial

in which the controversial
evidence cannot be presented.

President Dr. Carl M. Lund has
sealed off the nation of Palangban

to propose a program
of currency stabilization.

The borders will be
closed through December

while the citizens turn in
old bank notes for new ones.

President Lund said individuals
will be limited to exchange $2,000...

Planes and ships will
resume their search today

for survivors from
an iron~ore carrier

that overturned yesterday
off the coast of Japan

due to stormy weather.

The ship carried
about 40 passengers.

The crippled vessel
was spotted yesterday,

but the searchers said
they saw no sign of survivors.

Now for the financial
news of the day.

~~on Wall Street, volume is
expanding at a very slow pace...

They're now stabilized at just
over 1 point below yesterday's close.

An Israeli newspaper
says that a study

has concluded that
Israel may have reserves

of about 4 million
barrels of oil.

~~33.7 percent jump in
exports to the United States,

while exports to Europe, the Mideast
and Asia showed substantial gains.

We interrupt our newscast to
bring you this late~breaking story.

Marty Watts and
his bride, Julie Mae,

celebrating their
honeymoon in Honolulu,

were killed ten minutes ago,

when their car plunged
off Koakula Ridge Drive

into Koa Canyon.

Both apparently
were killed instantly.

Details will follow as
our mobile crew reports.

Hello?

Hello?

I can tell by your
voice you've heard it.

Oh, Tom, it can't be.

Yeah, it's true, Angie,
and I'm really very sorry.

Get out there and
get pictures of the car

before H.P.D. hauls it away.

Oh, Tom, forget about the car.
There's something wrong here.

~ There's something
terribly wrong. ~ Angie~~

Tom, Marty and Julie Mae
would not have gone back up

to the Ridge Drive.

Marty was in a big
hurry to get to rehearsal.

Angie, they're going
to haul the car away.

So for right now,
just get the pictures.

Sure, okay, the pictures.

You want me to bring by
the other ones that I took?

No. There isn't time.

Look, I want shots of that car.

By the way, you didn't, uh, get a photo
of the tour~guide bus driver, did you?

No, I don't think so. Why?

We just got a call from the Shriners.
They'd like to do a story on him.

It seems that he was big into
charity work, you know, with kids.

You know, he just got
killed. It was an accident.

How? Where?

He fell down the steps on his way
into the Shrine hall. Broken neck.

Listen, um, I'll dig up a shot of him.
You just get those pictures, okay?

McGARRETT: That's strange.

Marty Watts and
his wife, bus driver,

break~in into your
apartment, all in one day?

Yeah, I'd say that
was rather unusual.

I'll tell you one
thing, Mr. McGarrett,

Marty Watts was a
decent, dependable person.

He would never have driven
away from a commitment.

He would never have driven
away, leaving 4~ or 5,000 loyal fans

holding on to
their ticket stubs.

Okay, Kimo, that's enough for me.
Look into it, and make it a good look.

~ You got it. ~ Thank you.

~ Could this be all coincidence,
Steve? McGARRETT: I doubt it, Truck.

Get over to the Shriners' hall.

Find out how and why that
poor bus driver had a fall.

Right.

Hey, Kimo.

Okay, I'll check with you later.

What happened?

Both were thrown
clear on impact.

How about the car?

Brakes and steering
column seem okay.

You know, it doesn't
make much sense.

Tread marks indicate a low rate
of speed when they went over.

Yeah, I noticed that.

~ Maybe they were spaced out.
- Maybe.

And maybe somebody forced them
to drive up here and slugged them~~

Well, that's occurred to us, and
if so, robbery wasn't the motive.

They had over 400
cash between them.

Is that right? Thank you.

Okay. Bye~bye.

She is with some Five~0 officer,
and they are headed eastward.

Okay, I got them.

That idiot. He didn't even stop.

Did you expect him to?

Would you?

If you were trying
to kill somebody?

McGARRETT: You're saying that
the lack of internal bleeding alone

would fortify that
position, doctor?

Very well.

Thank you.

Marty Watts and his wife were
killed by blows to the back of the head.

It's very likely that they were inflicted
before the car went over the cliff.

Then that makes it
three no~accidents.

The bus driver did not trip
and fall down the stairway.

A bruise at the back of his neck
indicates it was snapped before he fell.

Luana, patch me
through to Kimo, please.

Thanks, Truck.

Central to Carew.
McGarrett calling.

Go ahead, Steve.

McGARRETT: If you
had doubts, it's sure now.

The driver of that truck

definitely tried to
run you off the road.

What do you got?

Marty Watts and his wife
and the bus driver, all three,

murder one, definitely.

Is there any connection?

Only the one we
already know about.

All three were on
the same tour bus.

Somebody's very
nervous out there.

What do you think he's after?

We've gotta find a
common denominator.

Until we do, everybody on
that bus is a possible target.

So the survivors will have
to be alerted immediately.

Well, Angie doesn't know
who they were, Steve.

Okay, then I'll meet you
at the office of, what was it?

Uh, Honolulu Island Tours.

We'll try to get
a passenger list.

McGARRETT: Okay,
captain, thank you.

Hello, captain.

What happened, Steve?

Uh, incendiary. Lighter
fluid bomb, probably.

The passenger list went up in
smoke along with all the other records.

Angie, you gotta try to remember
who was on that bus with you.

Let's see. There was a
middle~aged couple from Kansas.

Maybe.

And a young Hawaiian student.

And a Japanese professor
who knew all about birds.

I think he teaches ornithology
at the University of Hawaii. Yeah.

What was his name?

I don't know.

Okay, Kimo, we're gonna
run up to the university.

Get Truck, check out the
tour desks at the various hotels.

They may remember someone
inquiring about a bird~watching tour.

Right.

McGARRETT: And the
Audubon Society too.

They sometimes run these tours.

The pictures, they're still wet.

We're gonna have to
speed up the operation.

Arrange immediately
for air shipment.

But things are
going so smoothly.

Five~0 has been brought into
this. We won't wait for the freighter.

Five~0?

Are you hard of hearing?

One...

Two...

Three accounted for.

And now you, young lady.

Vandals, pointless,
wanton destruction.

You law people should do
something about these hoodlums.

~ Yeah, I'd like to. ~ Shambles.

What's this world coming to?

By the way, I took a lovely
photo of you this morning.

I must give it to you.

Such a shame.

It's here somewhere. One of those
newfangled pictures~in~a~minute.

Can you tell if anything was
actually stolen, professor?

Who would steal flammulated
owls and ruddy ducks?

No. Nothing's gone, just
my respect for today's youth.

I must have left it
at the apartment.

I'll see that you get
the picture, my dear.

~ Thank you. ~ Professor,

everybody on that bus is
in danger, you realize that?

I'm a black belt, Mr. McGarrett.

Let them come and get me.

They've gotten three already.

Do you know any of
the other passengers?

Just the student,
Johnny Salomao.

I'm sure all of us belong to the
Audubon Society, if that's any help.

Yeah, we're looking into that.

Uh, where does
this student live?

Heaven knows where he lives.

But tomorrow at dawn, he'll
be surfing off Koko Head.

It's a ritual with him.

Johnny?

Johnny?

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny! Johnny!

Help me! Help me!

Are we close?

McGARRETT: We're
there, Koko Head Beach.

McGARRETT: I
wonder what's going on.

Mr. McGarrett.

~ What have we got,
officer? ~ It's a drowning, sir.

It's Johnny.

Another one, huh?

McGARRETT: Marty Watts
and his wife. The bus driver.

Now a champion swimmer
disappears off his surfboard and drowns.

Somebody's killing a lot of people.
Why? What's the common bond?

You said Johnny was
in a fight earlier, Kimo?

Yeah, that's right, Steve.

According to his girlfriend,

some big local guy came in
and tried to burglarize them.

They surprised him. He
pulled a knife on Johnny.

Johnny mopped up the floor with
him, threw him out. Nothing stolen.

Somebody broke into
Angie's apartment also. Why?

Looking for something
maybe? What?

Here's Johnny's
girlfriend's address.

Still no word on the
missing couple, Truck?

Nothing.

~ Check this out, will you, please?
- Yes.

All right, the only thing
we have in common so far

is that they were all
passengers on the same bus.

Where did it go, Angie?

Well, we started here
at Honolulu Island Tours,

then went over to the forest,

then over to the bird haven
for lunch, and then back home.

What happened on the trip?
Pick up any additional passengers?

Stop for anything? Anything
unusual about the tour?

We had a blowout.
That's unusual.

A blowout? Where?

Oh, uh, on a back road
near an old sugar mill.

So you had to stop and
change the tire. Then what?

Everyone got out of the
bus, took a few pictures.

Looked for birds.

Pictures?

Did everybody on the
tour have a camera?

I think so. I think it's a basic part
of a bird~watcher's equipment.

Yeah? And maybe the
basic thing we're looking for.

Remember the professor wanted to
give you a picture but couldn't find it?

That's right.

So he had a camera too.

Now, what about your film?

Have you turned it
in to the paper yet?

No, I haven't had a chance.

~ Then you still have it. ~
Yes, of course. It's at home.

This is where the burglar
broke in, right here.

Look, here's my camera case
and everything, just like I left it.

The film.

It's exposed.

This too.

All of it.

My God, the last two days of
shooting. My whole photo story.

So now we know for sure.

It's something about the
pictures that were taken, huh?

Something what? You
mean it's my photo story?

A photo story is not enough
to get three people killed

and an attempt on your life.

Hello? Yes, he's
right here. It's for you.

McGarrett.

The prowler came back,
Steve, after Johnny's death.

Yeah, and what's
missing, camera, film?

Yeah, how did you know that?

His camera and all
his film were gone.

Okay, I'll explain later, Truck.

Check with H.P.D. See if Marty
and his wife's film is missing, huh?

One of you on that bus

may have photographed something
of importance without even knowing it.

Now, is this all the
film that you took?

All of it.

Ah! No.

I have a little 110 that I
carry with me all the time.

~ It's here. ~ Good.

Okay, the H.P.D.
film lab is the fastest.

~ Let's go. ~ Okay.

These are the only two
shots you've developed, Rudy?

So far.

McGARRETT: Mill seems
to be deserted, all right.

Wait a minute.

In this one,

it looks like somebody's
lying outside on a chaise.

I've got something interesting
for you in the fix, Steve.

Come on in.

McGARRETT: Yeah, it is
a man reclining on a chaise.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Can we get an electronic
enhancement, Rudy?

Maybe this face will come up.

It'll take a bit of time,
but I'll get right on it.

A man reclining on a chaise,

outside an abandoned sugar mill,

out in the middle of nowhere.

All seems a bit odd to me.

We gotta find out
what's going on out there.

Thank you.

Just a building inspector,
Grebbs. Routine.

I've expected one long
before this, so just relax.

Be friendly.

Hi, can I help you, sir?

Yeah, I'm a building inspector.

You know, this relic was
condemned ten years ago.

I don't know why anybody
would wanna rent it.

Now, let me see, it says, um...

It says here you leased
this place from, uh...

Trans~Allied Sugar. It's just
a short~term arrangement.

It better be.

I'll just have a
look around, huh?

We're not using
the facility proper,

just this sheltered,
lower level.

Good. The film?

Destroyed.

The married couple?

No trace, but in
view of the time~~

Find them. Get their film.

The woman photographer?

But, Herr Del Vecchi, we
have destroyed her film.

Klieber, are you
questioning my instructions?

No, sir, but we were
worried about the film.

We didn't wanna go
around killing people.

My instructions were, because
she's working with Five~0

and could be part of their
outfit, to bring her here.

What she knows could be far more
important than any picture she took.

Now, am I getting
through, Klieber?

Yes, sir, your instructions
will be carried out.

You don't have permission
for this canning operation.

Well, it's only temporary.

We didn't modify the
premises in any way.

Uh~huh. Well, you're still
gonna have to have a permit.

Okay, we'll make an application,

but we'll probably be out of
here even before it's issued.

Would you mind initialing
that form for me, please?

Sure.

~ There you go. ~ Thank you.

Have a good day.

I just should have found
time to drop the film off. Sorry.

That's right, you should have.

So, uh, how about
doing a follow~up, huh?

What do you mean?

Uh, reroute Marty
Watt's last day,

where he and his bride
went on their honeymoon,

the tour, the theater,
the, uh, accident.

I don't know.

Somebody else is gonna
do it if you don't, Angie.

And maybe not as well.

Yeah.

Okay. Okay, you got it.

~ Ah! ~ Turn right
at the next corner.

I said, turn right
at the next corner.

Doesn't make sense.

Air~freighting canned
pineapple to Paraguay?

Fresh, maybe, but
canned, no way.

Who's in such a hurry to
receive canned pineapple?

Nobody.

The enhanced photo, Steve.

McGARRETT: Oh, boy.

Luana, see if there's
an Interpol file out there

on Zurich Mutual or
Zurich International, please.

Who is that?

If I'm right, and I think I am,

he's the con artist
of the century.

It's Zurich International.

McGARRETT: Anthony Del Vecchi.

Hey, come on, Steve, he's dead.

No. You're looking at him,
right there, dozing in the sun.

He got lost in a storm
somewhere off the Bahamas.

Apparently that's an
impression he'd like to keep alive.

I never heard of this
Del Vecchi, Steve.

King of the swindlers, Truck.

Made the best of the
breed look like pikers.

Bilked American investors

out of a hundred million
dollars or so and then vanished.

There's the reason for the
killings. Fear of discovery.

And maybe something else, Steve.

Yeah, maybe.
Let's try to find out.

Thank you very much,
and we'll contact you again.

Sign~~ Mr. Grebbs will pay you.

When you've paid them off,

load the unlabeled cans.

You'd better hurry, Klieber.

Air cargo has to
check in by 2:30.

Yes, sir.

DEL VECCHI: Thank you, Santos.

Miss Walker, we know
you work for the paper.

You like to dig up
stories, don't you?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm a newspaper photographer.

You're more than that.

How long have you
been working with Five~0?

Look, whoever you are, I
work strictly for the Star Press.

Should I ask her again, sir?

Be patient, Santos.

Well, Miss Walker, how long?

How long?

If you don't mind,
who am I talking to?

I am the man you came
out here to take a picture of.

I came out here to
photograph Marty Watts,

his wife, and maybe a few birds.

We take pictures too.

And they're on the desk.

Look at them.

In newspaper jargon, you
might call them morgue shots.

Now, who did you think you were
going to take a picture of out here?

Well, Miss Walker?

I told you the truth.

Please believe me.

Is there a problem, Santos?

No. You want her to
fall out the window?

Not yet.

Steve, the canning's
in the other building.

Okay, let's go.

McGARRETT: A
do~it~yourself cannery, huh?

Yeah, strictly a
mom~and~pop operation.

If you embezzled a hundred
million dollars and had it in cash,

how could you get
it out of the country

without the FBI and
IRS finding out about it?

Well, put it in gold,
platinum, diamonds maybe.

Any other precious stone.

~ Let's sample their
product, huh? ~ Okay.

Grab one of those cases.

~ Tastes like pineapple.
~ Looks like pineapple.

~ My God. ~ Wow.

Twenty~four karat, I'd
say, by the looks of it.

Yeah, they put their
money into gold bullion

and smelted it somewhere else,

made those pretty
little washers there.

Huh.

I figure 2 ounces to a washer.

Three washers to a can.

Six ounces to a can,
24 cans to a case.

With the price of
gold what it is today~~

We're looking at maybe a hundred
million dollars' worth of pineapple, Kimo.

Certainly worth shipping by air.

Where's the last case?

~ We just loaded
it. ~ No, we didn't.

It was right there when
we loaded the truck.

~ Are you sure? ~ Of course.

Are you finished loading?

~ There's something
wrong here, sir. ~ What is it?

I don't know yet, sir.

Steve.

Make a sound and it's your last.

Drop it. Drop it.

And keep quiet.

Get in there.

I spotted this yesterday.

DEL VECCHI: Grebbs. Klieber.

Come in.

Klieber!

Del Vecchi, this is McGarrett.

Your two men are in custody.
Come down and surrender yourself.

Would you oblige, Santos?

My God, he's got Angie.

McGarrett, our purposes
aren't worth this woman's life.

Go to your car,
wherever you parked it.

I'll be watching.

Drive out, I'll
release the woman.

A bargain?

Kimo, he must think
I'm alone. Stay there.

You think you can get up there?

I think so, Steve.

If you can free Angie, I think I know
how I can draw him into the open.

You got it.

Do you wanna watch
her fall and break her neck

or reach a sensible agreement?

I want your answer, McGarrett.

I'm considering it.
Don't pressure me.

Take it, Steve.

I got the lady.

Good.

I've got your gold, Del Vecchi.

Say goodbye to it.

My gold!

Come back with my gold!

Steve, we got him.
He fell. He's dead.

~ Say again? ~
Del Vecchi's dead.

On my way.

When I was a boy, my father used to
give us a penny a line to learn poetry.

I remember one that went:

Gold, gold, gold, gold

Bright and yellow, hard and cold

Molten, graven,
hammered and rolled

Heavy to get, light to hold

Hoarded, bartered,
bought and sold

Stolen, borrowed,
squandered, doled

Spurned by the young
Hugged by the old

The price of many a crime untold

Judges and senates
Have been bought for gold

Esteem and love
Were never to be sold

What is fame? An empty bubble

What is gold but
shining trouble?

Kimo, take the lady home,
call H.P.D. and the coroner.

~ I'll stay here with
the loot. ~ Right, Steve.

Goodbye, Angie.

Goodbye, Mr. McGarrett.
And thank you.