Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 3, Episode 2 - Trouble in Mind - full transcript

♪ They call it Stormy Monday ♪

♪ Tuesday's Just as bad ♪

♪ Call it stormy Monday ♪

♪ Tuesday's just as bad ♪

♪ Wednesday's worse ♪

♪ Thursday's Also sad ♪

♪ Eagle flies on Friday ♪

If I'd have known
she was gonna sing,

I could have sold tickets.

♪ Saturday I go out to play ♪

♪ Eagle flies on Friday ♪



♪ Saturday I go out to play ♪

♪ Sunday I go To church ♪

♪ I kneel down And pray ♪

♪ I cried Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ Cried Lord, Lord
Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ My heart's in misery ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

Hold it, Harry.

Now, just a second,
officer. Arms on the wall.

Thanks for your
cooperation, Harry.

It's my pleasure, officer.



Inside. Now, wait a minute.

Start stripping. Stripping?

♪ Won't you send My
baby back to me? ♪

♪ Crazy about my baby ♪

♪ Won't you send my
baby Back to me? ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Send him home to me ♪

Nice, nice, nice, nice.

Brings back memories.

Yeah.

Chicago. About ten
years ago, right, Eadie?

Chicago. That's...
That's right, Rags.

Hey, what are you cats
doing on this rock anyway?

Well, I've sort of
taken up surfing.

And while he's having fun,

I'll be doing a
gig at the Shell.

The Shell? Oh. Wild.

Next time, buster,
Harry don't volunteer.

Cop wants to put a hand on me,

he's gonna have
to have a warrant.

I'd like to get there,

but I'd like to get
there in one piece.

Uh-oh.

Good luck.

Police officer. May I see

your driver's license, please?

Oh, yeah, sure,
officer. Ha-ha-ha!

I guess I crowded you a
little bit back there, huh?

Sorry.

I hope you're not gonna
make a federal case out of this.

I mean, uh, nobody was hurt.

And I admit I had a couple
of drinks back at the club.

Is the lady all right?

Oh, yeah.

She's fine. I'm fine.

Everything is cool.

I'd like to search
your car, Mr. Martin.

W-what for?

You can give me
permission right here,

or we can go to the
nearest police station.

I can get a search warrant.

Up to you.

Whoo-hoo. Ho-ho.
You leave me no choice.

Go ahead, be my guest.

Five-0 calling Central Dispatch.

Go ahead, Five-0.

Want an APB out...

on a '70 Mustang, yellow car,

last seen heading Coco Head
direction on Kahala Avenue.

Suspect Michael Martin.

Possession of narcotics...

and assaulting a police officer.

H.P.D. report just came in.

Martin insisted on being given
tests for alcohol and drugs.

He came up clean.

Everything negative.

How's your head? Lousy.

Maybe this will
make you feel better.

No record on Eadie Jordan,

but your friend Martin just
got through serving a stretch.

For what?

Michael Donald Martin,
released a month ago

from federal hospital
in Lexington, Kentucky.

Six months for possession
and use of heroin.

I'll see you.

Still wrong. Maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm doing something wrong.

No, baby, you're the queen.
- Yeah, yeah.

The queen can do no wrong.

Aw, thank you, brothers.

In that case, pick up the tempo,

or you're all fired.

Okay, okay. Let's
quit the horsing.

I'll tell you what, honey.

Let's, uh, put that one aside

and go to "Trouble
in Mind," okay?

Fine. Brass, you can
cool it and take five.

♪ I'm gonna lay ♪

♪ Lay my head ♪

♪ On some lonesome
Railroad line ♪

♪ Let the 2:19 train ♪

♪ Ease my worried mind ♪

♪ Trouble in mind ♪

♪ I'm here ♪

♪ My poor heart
Is beating slow ♪

♪ Never had no trouble ♪

♪ In my life before ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

That was beautiful, gentlemen.

Let's take five.

Well, how was it?

Perfect, as always.

Would you like some coffee?

Mm-hm. Okay.

I'd like to talk to
you, Mr. Martin.

McGarrett, Five-0.

Oh, sure, Mr. McGarrett.

Uh, would you mind
stepping over there?

Wanna talk to me about
last night, I suppose.

Yeah. That's right.

I'd like to hear from you
exactly what happened.

Heh! I must have told that story

at least a half a
dozen times last night...

before the bail bondsman came.

Well... just one
more time, Mr. Martin.

Okay.

Eadie and I...
dropped into Kiley's Bar

to see an old
friend of ours, Rags.

We sat in for a while,
and then we left.

I was driving back to the
pad, and all of a sudden,

this car came whizzing by
and forced us off the road.

And this big guy gets out
and starts threatening me.

So I picked up a rock,
and I hit him with it.

I mean, I was scared.

Then we took off.

I'm telling you, man, I
was scared. Really scared.

That's not the
way my man told it.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but
that's the way it happened.

Look, Mr. Martin, I
don't mind telling you...

Eadie. Uh, this
is Mr. McGarrett,

Hawaii Five-0.

Happy to know you, Miss Jordan.

Anyway, what I
was about to say...

Uh... this little
misunderstanding

with the police, I'm...

I'm willing to
forget all about it.

I mean, I don't wanna
get bogged down

with, you know, false
arrests, that sort of thing.

With all respect,
Mr. McGarrett, I'm not too thrilled

with the idea of the police
hassling Mike around.

He's a good man.

Well, one of my men
was hurt last night.

He could have been killed.

He's a good man too.

I'm sorry, but I explained why.

Yeah, I heard.

You don't believe him, then?

You're out on bond
because of alleged assault.

Could have been manslaughter.

We also have your record.

You're recently out
of, uh, Lexington,

Mr. Martin, right?

Well, I'm clean now.

Five people are dead
because some poisoned heroin

is being peddled
on these islands.

Well, that has
nothing to do with me.

Good. Because
if you are back on,

you're liable to catch yourself
a bummer you didn't figure on.

Seaman... prostitute...

shoe salesman...

ex-pug.

And look at this one.

Child.

Seventeen years old.

Seventeen years
old. Can you figure?

Mainliner...
high-school dropout.

Found in an alley.

Everything to live
for, and she's dead.

Five corpses.

Five junkies.

Five human beings.

Every autopsy shows arsenic
mixed in with the heroin.

What is it? W-what
are they looking for?

Some crazy, new kind of kick?

A little bit of horse, a
little bit of rat poison?

What is it? Is that where
it's at? Will you tell me?

I told you what
the autopsy shows.

Where it's at,
you'll have to figure.

Two possibilities.

A psycho's cutting
junk with arsenic.

Or... some careless,
idiot pusher...

accidentally cut his
supply with some poison.

Either way... Either way...

we could be analyzing

the results of a
lot more autopsies.

Thanks, Che.

♪ Someone is waiting ♪

♪ Just for you ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel
Spinnin' through ♪

♪ Drop all your troubles
By the... The riverside ♪

♪ Catch a painted pony ♪

♪ Let the spinning wheel ride ♪

♪ Someone is waiting ♪

♪ Just for you ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel
Spinnin' through ♪

♪ Drop all your troubles
By the... The riverside ♪

♪ Catch a painted pony ♪

♪ Let the spinning wheel ♪

♪ Ride ♪

Well? What do you think?

I'm no expert.

You're public.

The public has
a right, you know.

Full of sound and fury.

Signifying nothing, huh?

Well, some you
win, some you lose.

I've got just about
every side you ever cut...

including your
tapes and cassettes.

Come on.

Even the "Funky Blues" 45.

You gotta be kidding.

They only cut five of
those. They maybe sold two.

Well, I'm the guy who
bought the other one.

I'm, um... I'm sorry
about yesterday.

I kind of racked you up.

But when I think
someone's out to get Mike...

Well... I'm not out to get him.

Look, Mr. McGarrett...
it's over.

I'd rather not talk about it.

There's some things
we have to talk about.

If they're unpleasant,
I'd rather not,

if it's all the same to you.

There was junk under
the dashboard of that car,

wasn't there?

How long you think
you can cover for him?

You know, you may be right.

Um, too much brass.

Maybe just piano there.

♪ But I won't be... ♪

You know... you're
not helping him any

by making yourself an accessory.

Mr. McGarrett, he has
to split the grief with me.

He has nobody else.

Okay, Eadie, where does it end?

You lie, you cheat,
you wreck your life.

And then maybe he dies,

because he's not
gonna get any better.

What do you want me to
do, say Mike's a junkie?

Mike slugged your cop

because there was a bag of
heroin under the dashboard?

Forget it.

All right.

I've said it before,
and I'll say it again.

There's a batch of bad junk
floating around this island.

Your problem. Our problem.

We figure a guy by the name
of Harry Partch is pushing it.

We also figure that Partch

is Mike's connection
on this rock.

Mr. McGarrett,
I'm doing a concert,

and I've got 12 numbers to do.

And I want everything to
be just cool, fine and jumping.

So if you'll just go away
and let me get with it.

Eadie... talk some
sense into Mike.

Tell him to help us nail Partch.

Because if you don't,
one way or the other...

you're gonna end up
needing a new piano player.

McGARRETT: Number six.

The drummer from Kiley's place.

Harry Partch must have
made the connection

before I stripped him.

Arsenic-tainted junk?

Che Fong says the
same as the other five.

You know that piano
player, uh, Martin...

if you hadn't stopped him...

If he hadn't stopped me.

Okay, Kono, we, uh...

We don't make mistakes here.

We just learn great lessons.

Right?

Right.

If you hadn't stopped him...

he probably would
have shot the same junk

that killed this drummer.

And he'd be just as dead.

How about that?

I saved the character's life,

and he's trying to bust me.

You know, if he bought
from Harry Partch last night,

he... He probably dumped it.

I'd figure about
now he'll be needing.

So he should be trying to
make another connection, huh?

Yeah.

Put out an APB on Harry Partch.

Will do. But after last
night, he'll be rough to find.

Maybe. But find him.

♪ What goes up ♪

♪ Must come down ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel
Spinnin' around ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout your
troubles It's a cryin' sin ♪

♪ Ride a painted
pony Let the sp... ♪

I asked for a piano background!

What do I have to do?
Get on my knees and beg?!

Please!

Please! Damn, Mike!

Put a piano in that riff
and make it pianissimo.

Please.

All right, boys, take ten.

Do we cut the brass fills?

I can't blow any softer.

That's fine, Ray.

I'll have a talk with the lady.

All right.

I blew my cool. I know it.

But I'm not gonna sing over
a herd of screaming brass.

All right, we'll tone it down.

I asked for piano in that spot.

Is it against union regulations

for you to play a quiet 16 bars?

What do I have...? What do...?

Dear God.

Dear God, help.

Help me, Mike.

Help me.

Oh, Eadie, Eadie, Eadie. Baby!

If we could just get
past tomorrow night...

I can't make it. Yes, you can.

No, it'll be just like
before, only worse.

Please, just one. To ride
me through tomorrow night.

Eadie, easy. Easy.

Please, Mike.

Eadie, there's nobody to go
to. Everything is locked up tight.

Yeah, Rags. Rags up in Kiley's,
he's been here a thousand years.

He can connect for us.

Yeah, but why would
he take the chance?

Money. We'll give
him what he wants.

Anything he wants.

Oh, what if he gets
busted? You want me

to go to jail for him too?

Oh, what the hell
does that mean?!

Am I supposed to
feel sorry for you?

Now, look, I'm asking
you to try to get off the stuff.

I wanna help you.

Help me?

Ha-ha. Help me. You...

You want me to go out
there tomorrow night like this?

You want me to stand
there, just start singing...

and praying that
people don't see the lady

start to flake apart?

"Hey, dig. See the
baby climbing the walls.

"Maybe she'll
take her clothes off.

"Maybe she'll dive
off the stage headfirst.

Dig the junkhead. Go, baby, go."

Eadie, let's call a doctor.

Oh, beautiful.

"Let's call a doctor."

And then we can
fill the papers out.

And then we can
commit her to a zoo.

And it'll all be off your back.

Oh, baby.

My head... Baby...

It's like the top of
my head's coming off.

You wanna know something, lady?

One of these days...
just one these days...

I'm gonna have to say no to you.

No way, man. No way.

Name it. Name your price.

You got your head in a bag?

Don't you know what I'm saying?

I lost me a friend.

I lost me a drummer.

This island is lousy with cops

looking for poisoned junk,

and you want me to...

Oh, you're too much,
man. Too much.

What are you following me
for, old man? What do you want?

Ten dollar, please.

Why don't you come over here.

Okay, now.

Here's a warrant for you.

What warrant? What for?

We're taking this place
apart till we find your goods.

Unless you just
wanna turn it over to us,

save us the trouble.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Okay, Chin, go over the place.

You strip.

Strip? Hey, wait a minute...

You heard me. Take
your clothes off. All of them.

Twice now I strip.

If I catch pneumonia,
I'll sue you for this.

Sue me.

Get dressed.

Kitchen's clean.

Cigar smoker, huh?

Hey, I've never seen it before.
McGARRETT: Book him.

I just rented this
place a week ago.

Book him.

Ah, you guys must
have planted this.

You're trying to
frame me. Book him!

Book him for receiving,
pushing and possession.

And if we get lucky,
maybe murder.

Who finked on me?

Harry, in your lousy business,

your best friends are
your worst enemies,

and we found a friend.

Chin, get this down
to the lab for analysis.

Let's go.

Hey, man, you a
friend of Harry's?

Aw, take a walk, kid.

I seen you jump when
the fuzz brought him out.

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

You know what I'm talking about.

All right, kid, so I'm
a friend of Harry's.

Harry just got busted.
Where do we go from there?

Here's the analysis on
that Harry Partch stuff.

Strictly bottom-of-the-barrel.
That bad, huh?

Thinned down like
I've never seen it.

Thinned down with what?
The usual milk sugar.

Sorry, Steve. Your
killer batch is still out.

Aloha.

Aloha.

You said 50 bucks, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Turn your back, okay?

The 50, please.

Maybe you haven't heard, kid.

There's a bunch of bad
junk floating around the rock.

Killed maybe a
half a dozen heads.

That's fuzz jive.

You don't wanna believe that.

The 50, please.

Hm.

How do I know
that stuff is good?

I pop it myself.

You what?

You don't believe me?

If that junk's bad,
kid... you're dead.

You know that, don't you?

Fuzz jive.

Yeah.

Well, you're dead anyway.

Sooner or later, an overdose,

an infected needle...
or just slow rot.

Now, wait a minute!
What's the matter with you?

This stuff will kill you!

Hey, you!

Nail him.

Gotta hand it to you.

We thought we dried up the rock.

But you really turned him out.

Well, it takes one to find one.

Yeah. Let's go.

What more do you want?

I tried to get a fix,
and you busted me.

What more do you want?

The stuff you were
gonna buy from the kid...

it was second-rate,
but it was cut

with milk sugar, not arsenic.

Well, no help to me now.

No help to us, either.

Because the stuff that
killed the drummer at Kiley's

and five other people
is still in circulation.

Look, McGarrett, why
don't you leave me alone?

I got enough troubles of my own.

Mike, maybe we
can help each other.

You went to Kiley's
the other night

to try to make a connection.

We thought it had
to be Harry Partch,

but it wasn't, was it?

I'll tell you what.

I've got a concert to play.

If I level with you...

I don't know. We'll see.

The junk I bought that night...

I bought from Hank, the drummer.

Who was his connection?

I don't know.

I swear.

Look, if I knew the guy
that pushed the stuff

that killed Hank
and almost killed me,

I'd tell you, wouldn't I?

Now, wouldn't I? Take it easy.

Wouldn't I?! Take it easy.

I told you everything I know.

Now, if you wanna lock me
up and throw away the key,

then go ahead.

But let me play my gig!

Look, if you need a fix,

we'll get a doctor in here
with some methadone

and do it legally.

She can't play
the gig without me.

Don't you understand?

She can't even walk
out on that stage

without me backing her up.

Now, can't you get
that through your thick...

cop skull?!

No.

No, and I'll tell
you something else

I can't get through
my thick cop skull.

A junkie like you should
be jumping with joy

because I offer you a fix,

and all you can talk
about is playing the piano.

Because she's...!

Look...

you promise me
that I can play my gig.

No way. I can
promise you nothing.

You lousy, stinking...

No needle marks, huh?

Where do you take it?

Behind the knees?

In the eyebrows?

Between the toes?

Or do you take it?

Maybe you just make
the connection, huh?

Wow.

You're covering
for her, aren't you?

McGarrett, please,
don't wipe her out now.

I missed the whole
point of the story.

McGarrett, she's
a beautiful person.

She's trying to quit. I'm
trying to help her quit.

I've begged and
I've pleaded with her.

I even threatened
to walk out on her.

But it was always
the same thing:

"Just one more time."
Just like the song says.

"Just one more time."

Yeah, and when you
got nailed with the goods,

you took the rap.

I love her.

And that was the best
you could do for her?

You went to jail?

Yeah, that's the
best I could do.

McGarrett, please,
she needs help.

She needs something.

That... That methadone
that you were talking about.

Something. Anything.
Just to get her straight.

Where is she? Well,
she's at the beach house.

The phone number is on.

No, no, I've already
checked. She's not there.

Then she's at the Shell.
I called a rehearsal.

No, there's no one
there. No one showed up.

Well, McGarrett, then
she's out looking for a fix.

Yeah.

Turnkey.

McGarrett.

Let me go with you.

All right, I'm
taking him with me.

Let's go.

You seen Eadie?

No, man. Why?

Well, I sent her to see you.

Why'd you do that?

You said no to me,
and I figured it would be

kind of difficult
to say no to her.

You figured wrong.

Then you did see her?

Man, I don't have
to listen to this.

Rags, she's strung
out. She needs help bad.

Now, she came in here
looking for a connection.

Cool it, will you, man?
Where did you send her?

Get off my back!

Sit down, pal.

What do you want? I
want you to sit down.

Who's he?

McGarrett, Five-0.
Now, sit down.

Man, you got some
groovy friends.

Couple of months ago,

H.P.D. Narco labeled this
joint a pusher's hangout.

Man. I just tickle the ivories.

"Hey, haole, could you
play 'Melancholy Baby'?"

Look, I'm gonna rap with you
for about ten seconds more.

And then we're going
downtown and talk.

You dig?

Now, was Eadie
Jordan here tonight?

Man, I'm not on the stuff.

I don't push the stuff
for no one, you hear?

Sure. And I believe you.

You don't push for no one.

Where is Eadie Jordan?

Rags... please.

I don't know.

Was she here tonight?

- Yeah, she was here.
- Rags...

there's a batch of bad junk
floating around the island.

I know that. Don't
you think I know that?

Well, then let's stop
playing games, mister,

before the lady kills herself.

Where did you send her?

Rags gave me your address.

Good gracious. You're...

You're Eadie Jordan.

You're... You're
Eadie Jordan. Well...

I hope it's all right.

Oh.

Uh, it... It's all right.
C-come on in. Come on in. I...

I'm, uh... I'm sorry

the place is such a mess.

Well. Well.

Well, uh, I-I-I'm honored
to... To have you here.

Um...

Uh, d-d... Did Rags play
one of my numbers for you?

Uh... play one of your numbers?

Yes, yes.

I-I-I'm a musician.
Uh, string bass.

But lately...
Lately, I've, uh...

I've been composing.

And I wrote this number.
And I played it for Rags.

And he agreed that
it was perfect for you.

Yes, I'll, uh...

I'll, um... I'll
listen sometime.

Oh, no, no. I-I-I'll play
it for you right now.

Not now!

I'm...

I'm sorry.

I, uh, don't mean to yell.

I'll listen. Maybe later.

I really will.

Oh.

I see.

I see.

He sent you here for smack.

I don't...

I don't mean to
put your song down.

I'll listen. I really will.

Yes, I know what
this looks like.

A creepy, little man

in a creepy, little
janitor's dump

trying to take advantage of you.

But I was a musician once.

And I was a very good musician.

I played with some of the
top groups in New York City.

Look, look. I-I-I... I still
hold my Local 802 card.

I believe you. If
you could just...

Listen. I sat in with
Coleman Hawkins once.

You know what the
Hawk said about me?

He said if he closed his eyes...

he'd swear I was a black man.

That's, uh... That's beautiful.

Yeah, that's...
That's beautiful.

And I know it's
hard to believe, but...

But once... Once... I
truly was very good.

I was very good.

Until these fingers became

good for nothing
but... popping...

a fix, huh?

Now, if you came
for that, you get out.

Now, you please, lady, get out!

I wish I could.

Oh. I wish I could.

You can. You gotta try.

Look, I kicked it myself.

And if you want, I'll
help you kick it too.

I want...!

I want more than
anything else in this world.

But I've got a gig to
do tomorrow night,

and I can't make that scene.

No, but... I can't make it...

You gotta try. You gotta try.

I've tried.

And I'll try again, I swear it.

But if you just get me
through tomorrow night...

Lady... Lady... Please.

Please... Don't beg
me. Don't beg me.

No, no. I don't
want that. Please.

I don't want that. Take it back.

Will you...?

Will you get it for me?

All right.

I'll get it for you.

L... Look... y-you
don't have to say yes,

because whatever
you need, it's yours.

But... But if you could
see your way clear...

If the two of us could
turn on together...

and maybe j-just sit here

and listen to some
Eadie Jordan records.

And... I could play
some bass, and...

And if it seems cool, maybe
you could wail a little for me.

Now.

If we're gonna make
it, let's make it now.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah?

What do you want?

We're looking for Eadie Jordan.

Eadie Jordan. Hi.

She's something else.

Now, ain't she something else?

Yeah, she's something else.

Was she here?

Oh, uh, was she ever here.

Oh.

You, uh... sell her some snow?

Yeah.

Uh, she sold me, man.

We... We... We made
that scene together.

Can you picture it?

You shoot up together?

She's something.
She's something.

I played "One More
Time," and she dug it.

She really, really dug it.

Yeah, baby. Cool,
baby. Are you all right?

Oh, I'm gorgeous.
I'm... I'm just beautiful.

No pain, no nothing?

No, are you jiving me, huh?

If the stuff was bad,

he'd be showing
some reaction by now.

Hey, man, I didn't
shoot nothing.

I kicked that habit months ago.

But you just said that
you shot up together.

Not me, man. She popped.

Now, here, this...
This is all I got.

That's speed.

Well, what did you give
her?! What did she shoot?!

Easy, Mike. Easy!

Pal, now. Take
it easy, now, pal.

Easy.

We figure maybe...
Eadie is on a bummer.

We just wanna check
your smack, you dig?

Well... Well...
Well, listen, man...

she begged me.

She begged me.

She needed. You understand?

Yeah. Where do
you keep the stuff?

Oh, I-I... I haven't got much.

Oh, that's all right.
That's all right.

Where is it?

Okay. Okay.

I was hooked
on a lot of stuff...

for five years.

But I don't want
that scene anymore.

Now, I...

I keep a little
around as a favor,

just for friends. Sure.

But... But...

she really begged me, you know?

Yeah. Is it good stuff?

Oh. Best.

What do you cut it with?

Oh, just a little bit
of sugar. Heh-heh.

Is this the stuff you gave her?

Yeah.

Did she say where she was going?

Uh... a rehearsal?

- ♪
- Trouble in mind ♪

♪ I'm blue ♪

♪ But I won't be blue always ♪

♪ Sun's gonna shine ♪

♪ In my back door ♪

♪ Someday ♪

Eadie!

Eadie!

Eadie.

Oh.