Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 1 - Death Is a Company Policy - full transcript
Al Harrington's first episode as Ben also introduces Duke Lukela and John Manicote as semi-regulars. Manicote launches an investigation of Five-O when Duke, an HPD sergeant who sometimes joins Five-O on investigations, is accused of being on the take. McGarrett does what would be now called an intensive database search, with numerous records on all Five-O team members transferred to projection slides and put up on the screen (if you can freeze-frame or slow your player to catch all of them, there is a wealth of information on the characters -- including McGarrett's birthday, which is in the wrong month!). Convinced that Duke was set up by someone, McGarrett repeats the process with members of Manicote's office and finds that one of the Assistant District Attorneys is a mole planted long before by the mob to discredit the office. Guest star Michael Ansara, playing the mob boss, forsakes his toupee (he's shown swimming) and is very bald.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Moe.
(car door closes)
I hear you got
some kind of deal.
I'm listening.
Oh, Johnny. Johnny.
We gotta talk so stiff?
Like corporation
guys? Like lawyers?
You used to live in my
house. We were like brothers.
Yeah. And now I got six
blocks in Waikiki, bruddah.
So you've got a proposition?
Spell it out. With numbers.
(scoffs)
Business. Always business.
Hey, Johnny. Remember the
first job we ever pulled in '42?
You tripped on
that burglar alarm,
and I got you out of there.
Big deal. Sixty-two
dollars and 20 cents.
You told me 60.
You made off with
2 bucks, Johnny.
(chuckles)
You made it up to
yourself more than once.
(chuckles)
Johnny, you've been
away from family too long.
(both laugh)
(gunshot)
(gun hits ground)
(car door closes)
JOHNNY: To Steve
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
From Johnny Resko,
Walina Street, Waikiki.
Think of this letter like
a voice from the dead.
You'll receive it
only if I've been...
double-crossed... by Piro Manoa,
who I am gonna meet tomorrow.
If I don't come back
from this meeting,
my friends will put
this letter in the mail.
In it, you will find
enough facts and proof
to put Manoa away for life,
and throw away the key.
I know it all...
'cause him and me
were like... brothers.
So if Manoa knifes me
in the back tomorrow,
this letter to you, McGarrett,
is my way of reaching
up from the grave
and pulling him down with me.
( dramatic theme playing)
McGARRETT: The original
of the Resko letter, John.
And two copies for your
assistants, Mr. Drummond.
Mr. Lahani.
This letter was received in
my office at 9:06 this morning.
Checked the handwriting.
The signature
matches exactly the, uh,
police record of Resko.
In addition, he hasn't been seen
on the street in two days.
The first, uh, page sets
forth uh, his reason for writing
and his fear of a
double-cross by Manoa.
But we don't get to the meat
of the accusation until page 2.
"In 1968, Piro Manoa
shot Anna Ryoto to death.
"I can prove this three ways.
"One is the gun that Manoa
paid to have dumped in the ocean.
"But I paid more.
"The gun is in a
steel box in a safe
"in my apartment
at 22 Walina Street.
Combination of the safe
is left 86 three times..."
And so forth and so forth.
"Two, a tape
recording of Anna Ryoto
"begging Manoa not to kill her,
"promising to give him back
the 60,000 she owed him.
"This tape is in the attic of
my brother's beach house
"on the windward side of
the island near Haleiwa,
"on the beach road.
"Three, an eyewitness
to the killing:
"Sylvia Chang, a
hustler, 14 Hotel Street.
"She used to work
for Anna Ryoto.
"She was in the next
room hiding when Anna
"got hit.
"Sylvia's plenty scared,
but she's a junkie.
"Keep her off a fix for
a day, and she'll crack.
"If this letter reaches
you, McGarrett,
"it means I've been hit.
"The sooner you get Manoa,
"the better I'll
rest in my grave.
Signed, Johnny Resko."
Evidence like that is
almost too good to be true.
How long have we been
trying to nail Manoa?
Six, seven years. Hm?
Yeah. Now all of
a sudden, he's...
He's handed to us.
In a beautiful
Christmas package.
Maybe.
It could be an empty box.
Well, then I suggest we open
it up right away and find out.
But under strict ground rules.
Go ahead, Steve.
That we go for this
evidence immediately,
and that nobody
outside this room
be told the contents
of the Resko letter
until after the raids.
I'm sorry, Steve.
It's not possible.
We have to obtain warrants
before you can move.
But you can see Judge Kalehei
in chambers,
privately, can't you?
Yeah.
Grand jury probe
can be delayed. Um...
paperwork and the warrants
can be done by Lahani,
Drummond and myself.
Personally? No secretaries?
Yes. Can be done.
McGARRETT: Duke,
you'll work this one with us.
To nail Manoa? My pleasure.
Very well.
We'll stay here and
wait for the warrants.
Then we'll hit all
three touch points fast.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
Okay, uh...
simultaneous raids
at exactly 2:45.
You all know what to do.
Right. Check.
( action theme playing)
(tires screech)
(fire crackling)
Open up. Police.
Open up.
(turns knob)
All evidence destroyed
before we got there.
Tape... the gun, human being.
The implications
are not pleasant
to contemplate, governor.
All right, Steve. Let's have it.
Outside of the
people in this room...
nobody knew what we
were going after. Nobody.
Hold it, Steve. Hold it.
Are you accusing my staff?
It's gotta be somebody
on your staff. Or mine.
Not necessarily. There was a...
There was a judge
who signed the warrants.
JAMESON: Judge Arthur Kalehei.
Former presidential assistant...
past president of
our bar association.
The idea is preposterous.
And besides, I had
some other matters
to discuss with the judge
after he signed the warrants.
I was with him from
the time he signed them
to the time the raids were over.
I can verify that he
contacted no one.
Wait a minute. Wasn't there
another officer with you?
Yeah. Officer Fred Puleo.
I took him with
me as an extra gun.
He didn't know
where we were going
or what we were looking for.
That brings us back to
the people in this room.
DRUMMOND: There's
one other possibility, sir.
Someone else who knew
what was in that letter,
or could have known.
Who's that?
Whoever mailed it.
Interesting theory,
but it doesn't wash.
If that guy didn't want
the evidence known,
he would have never
mailed the letter.
But he did mail the letter,
and it got to your desk.
Sealed?
Sealed...
came by registered
mail. I signed for it myself.
Who photocopied it?
I did.
JAMESON: No
secretaries? No file clerks?
Nobody else saw the letter.
By my own instructions.
Nobody but the
people in this room.
What's the answer, Steve?
All right, for starters...
complete security check
of everyone in this room.
Everyone who had
access to the Resko letters.
You investigate our
staff, we investigate yours.
You agree to that?
With one provision.
JAMESON: Well?
That I personally be
investigated along with my men.
You can count on that, bruddah.
And I expect the same.
Well, governor, do we proceed?
(sighs)
So ordered.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
Uh, d... Uh, hi, McGarrett.
Uh, Duke. Eh-heh.
I... I'm just getting
something notarized.
I think I'll walk.
I wonder what that little
pigeon is really after?
You just check the books.
The books, they're beautiful.
And you can tell
the company that.
I tell them what I
find, Mr. Manoa.
They'll make their
own evaluations.
Mr. Manoa.
Come on in.
Uh... You're eating
now. I'll come back later.
No, no, that's okay, Runny.
Private, maybe?
I guess not.
Runny Grose, say
hello to the lady.
Miss Simpson, Runny Grose.
Uh, twice a year she comes by,
shines a little light in my
house, audits the books.
I just got back from
you-know-where.
They're running around
like chickens without heads
trying to figure
where the leak is.
As if they could,
huh, Mr. Manoa?
Yeah.
But they won't, 'cause
only three people know:
me, the leak and you,
carrying messages
back and forth.
Three people, Runny.
May I remind you of the cable
you received today, Mr. Manoa.
I didn't forget, Miss Simpson.
"Change of market situation
requires immediate liquidation
of R.G. Holdings."
Hm.
R.G.
That means you, Runny.
( dramatic theme playing)
What does it mean?
MANOA: It means we
don't like odd numbers.
McGARRETT: Punch
up McGarrett, Stephen J.
School records, 1944.
Close-up, final grade, Biology.
All right, gentlemen...
it took exactly 17 seconds
for the computer to select
and display that information.
Any other releases
prepared, John?
Yes, right down to the commas.
Where's Ben Kokua?
He'll be here.
These releases
give us permission
to delve into every
aspect of your lives.
Nobody is bound to sign,
but when you do, you will be
giving up all rights to privacy.
Nothing will be sacred to the
computer. And I mean nothing.
All your records will be
probed: school, military,
employment, financial.
In-depth interviews with
friends and neighbors...
all medical records including
history of sexual behavior.
You want, uh, bachelors
to sign too, Steve?
Bachelors too. Why, you
got something to hide, Danno?
(laughs)
(all laugh)
Let me sign one of those
things and get out of here.
You just dropping in
for a visit, bruddah?
We Polynesians
gotta move fast...
if we'll catch any
sharks, bruddah.
(chuckles)
What is it, Ben?
There's talk on the street
that Runny Grose was hit.
My favorite little stoolie.
It'll be too bad if he was.
I'll be sorry about that.
So am I.
He was valuable.
Well, if he was
hit, you can be sure
he was on to something big.
Find out what it was.
Hi, Angie.
Going somewhere?
What does it look like?
I'm sorry, Angie.
About what?
I hear Runny was hit.
You cops hear a lot of things.
Hey. This is Ben Kokua.
Play it straight with
me, huh? (scoffs)
I can't play it straight
or upside down.
I'm holding no cards.
You can't run
away from it either.
The world's not big enough.
So, what do you want me to do?
Stand in the middle of Waikiki
and yell, "I'm Runny's girl."
He used to talk to me
when the lights were out.
Maybe I know
something, so hit me too.
Listen, if that's
what they're thinking,
they're thinking it now.
Maybe I can help you, Angie.
Look, it's all over. I
don't know nothing.
So... So just let me
out of here, okay?
Six years.
Runny played both sides for
six years and nobody cared.
He worked for them,
he worked for us.
And we all knew it.
That was his insurance policy.
Then all of a sudden
he's a threat to somebody.
Why?
Why now?
Because there's dirt all over.
And not just on Hotel Street.
In Diamond Head, in Kahala.
That fancy new
government building too.
People like us, we
get the short end.
But there's others just as dirty
who come out
smelling like a rose.
You want answers, mister?
Ask higher up. Ask
in your own office.
( dramatic theme playing)
These are the last
of the Dan Williams
credit card receipts.
MANICOTE: Hold it.
Take it back to, uh, April 12.
Who was the guest?
"Rita Malba."
She's got a criminal
record a mile long.
How come Williams took her out?
No investigation of
her, as far as I can see.
Uh, I already checked that out.
It was a national
security matter.
Five-0 working with
naval intelligence.
Strictly hush-hush.
That's why it doesn't
show up in our files.
MAN: "Civil service records,
Drummond, Paul,
assistant district attorney."
Two years unaccounted
for: '63 and '64.
Where was he?
We know he applied
for a passport.
Had a leave of absence.
That's all so far.
Okay. Find out where
he went and why he went,
who he was working for
and why he came back.
The works.
Bank statements
and canceled checks,
Sgt. Edward "Duke"
Lukela, January 1st to date.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hold it.
You see what I see?
Yeah.
McGARRETT: You don't
know where it came from, Duke?
More than $19,000?
I don't know, Steve.
Well, here's the deposit slip.
One check for $19,200
transferred to your account
from the Outer Island
Federal Bank in Hilo.
I don't have an
account in that bank.
Well, the bank says you do.
All transactions handled by mail
with deposit slips in
your own handwriting.
I didn't write them, Steve.
Do you have any
business in Hilo?
Any moonlighting?
Any reasons for banking there?
No.
But you went there every
six months? How come?
Well, just a minute,
John. I'll handle this.
Duke, you did go to Hilo.
We have the airline
tickets to prove it.
Now, you have no
business there, and no family.
I do have family there...
under a different name.
I've got a niece, Gladys.
Twenty-one years old. Orphan.
Not married.
She had a baby three years ago.
The guy took off.
I tried to help her set
up a little shop in Hilo,
on the big island.
She lives there with her kid.
I go there a couple
times each year
to see if she needs anything.
(door opens)
I never told anyone.
Steve, y... You know my folks.
Missionary stock.
If they found out, it
would shame them.
Yeah.
It gets worse, Steve.
Outer Island Federal Bank.
An account in Duke's name
was just closed out there.
Two deposits a year
for the last three years.
Uh, dividends from
the Sand N' Surf
Condominium Company in Honolulu.
Total amount, 19,200.
DRUMMOND: I
called the Sand N' Surf.
They acknowledge that
Edward "Duke" Lukela
acquired 400 shares
of stock three years ago
at $200 a share.
Yeah? Acquired
from whom? And how?
According to their
records, with cash.
Eighty thousand dollars?
How was the money brought in?
They say he did.
Can anyone identify him?
No. No way.
The, uh, woman who
handled the transaction
died two years ago of leukemia.
(sighs)
The 80,000, Duke. What about it?
Steve, three years ago...
Gladys' shop. I was broke.
Had to take a second
mortgage on my house.
You can check
that with the bank.
Eighty thousand. Where
would I get money like that?
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
No kidding?
Well, it's nice. Very nice.
Well, you'll be glad to
know that Hawaii is safe
from the hands of Five-0
and the district attorney.
They found their security leak?
Yeah, they found him all right.
Wouldn't you know it?
Turned out to be a cop.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
(door closes)
(door closes)
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
It's a frame.
I'll...
I'll stake my life on it.
It's a rough one, Steve.
Checks, signatures.
Got to be a crack
in it somewhere.
Got to be.
Now, I want the book...
on the Sand N' Surf
Condominium Company.
I wanna know who
they are, what they are.
I wanna know whose
money behind it.
I wanna know their banks,
their stockholders...
investment syndicates.
Now, you name it.
If they're public,
check them out with the SEC.
Okay, split the
work. Get on it fast.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(phone ringing)
Simpson here.
Yes, that was expected.
Of course.
You're entirely welcome.
Who was that?
Not important.
Sand N' Surf Condominiums.
What did they want?
The police were out there,
checking up on their man.
(scoffs) That's not important?
Exactly what we
expected, Mr. Manoa.
We know how to
protect our investments.
Hey, look, Miss Ice Cube.
It's almost 5:00.
Now, why don't you knock
it off, and let's take a dip.
I'm not fond of the
sun, Mr. Manoa.
Besides, I might freeze
your $15,000 pool.
Okay, okay. I had
it coming to me.
Now, look...
it's okay to be
cool sometimes...
but you got to
make things happen
to know you're alive.
Don't you ever make things
happen, Miss Simpson?
Oh, and does that interest you?
Yeah. It interests me.
And no one says you've got
to work all night, Miss Simpson.
Now...
for once, why don't you
put the numbers away
and think about me as a man?
I already have.
And I became violently ill.
DANNO: Couldn't have
been more cooperative.
Books, ledgers,
stockholder lists.
Everything we wanted, we got.
And all fed into the iron brain.
Okay, uh, who owns the company?
It's a corporation,
duly registered in
the state of Hawaii.
There are 11 owners,
each one of them holding
privately issued stock.
And who are they?
Stockholders.
Each of the owners have
between two and 600 shares,
with the exception of
Bryce-Halsey, Limited,
which has controlling
interest at 4100 shares.
There's Duke's name...
400 shares purchased
May 17th, 1969.
The total capitalization
was 1 million 6.
We were out checking
on each owner.
Nothing on them so far.
Who's this, uh,
Bryce-Halsey outfit?
An investment company
based in Switzerland.
We're having Interpol
uh, check them out.
I talked to some brokers here.
They all heard of the name.
Okay.
A corporation called,
uh, Sand N' Surf
is formed three years ago.
It's a... A hui, a
building syndicate.
Now, I walk in and I tell them
that my name is Danny Williams.
That I wanna buy 400
shares of their stock.
I pay them cash.
I tell them that I want
the dividends sent
to a post office box.
Now, you would be
listed as the owner,
and you wouldn't even know it.
That almost works
except for one thing.
My endorsement on
the dividend check.
Canceled checks, uh,
Sand N' Surf Condominiums
to Edward "Duke" Lukela.
(device whirring)
Duke's endorsement
on each check.
Could be forgery.
If it is, Steve, it's perfect.
But, uh, put on a
comparison shot.
Duke's signature on his
police identification card.
Twins.
(bangs pencil on table)
Too good.
Too slick.
And why was the
money transferred now...
from a hidden account in Hilo?
It's almost as if
somebody wanted
that money to surface now.
But why now?
Any, uh... Anything else?
Any other reports
on any other people?
Yeah. Just one, Steve.
We, uh, checked
out those two years
spent out of the country
by Assistant DA Drummond.
(chuckles)
Turned out to be a
hitch in the Peace Corps.
The Peace Corps. Huh.
He was a part of
a team of lawyers.
Helped a new nation in
Africa set up their constitution.
Still at it, Steve?
Still at it, John.
Capricorn goat. Very stubborn.
Hm. Yeah.
I'd be fighting too if
it was one of my men.
But I'm afraid the fight's over.
We're going to court tomorrow.
And frankly, I've seldom
had a stronger case.
I'm sorry.
I won't ask you to wish me luck.
Good night, Steve.
Good night, John, Chris.
Good night, fellas.
Ah... (speaking in Hawaiian)
Aloha, bruddah.
(speaking in Hawaiian)
(door closes)
Translation:
"Good night and
good health, brother."
Yeah, I got the "brother."
You've known Chris a
long time, haven't you?
BEN: Yeah.
We were kids together.
Like... Like brothers.
DANNO: Yeah, that's
all here in the dossier.
Same age, same school...
same neighborhood.
Both kids... sons of fishermen,
on the Olomehani docks.
Chris never forgot
that, you know.
Lot of guys make it big...
then they don't know you.
Well, he made it, all right.
Harvard Law School,
graduated magna cum laude.
Scholarships all
the way. Huh, Ben?
Yeah. Mostly A's,
as far as I remember.
Let's see what the
machine remembers.
Chris Lahani, school records.
Punch them up, please.
The machine
agrees with you, Ben.
A brilliant mind.
Yeah, he put us all to shame.
McGARRETT: Hold it.
Let's see the last year of
that high school record, please.
Those remarks at the bottom.
Can we have a blowup of that?
(whirs, beeps)
"Student offered
full scholarship,
University of Hawaii: Declined."
"Offered full scholarship,
Wisconsin: Declined."
"Partial scholarship,
Princeton: Declined."
Is that all?
Where's Harvard?
Yeah. That's what
I'd like to know.
It's gotta be.
Maybe it just didn't show.
He couldn't afford
a school like that.
Danno, contact the
registrar at Harvard.
Make it an official via
the Cambridge Police.
I want to know who paid
Chris Lahani's tuition.
"From chief of police,
Cambridge, Mass.,
"to McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
"Inspection of records
at Harvard reveal tuition
for Chris Lahani paid by
Bryce-Halsey, Limited."
That's the investment
company in Switzerland.
Same outfit that has
controlling interest
in Sun N' Surf Condominium.
Sand N' Surf, Steve.
Sand N' Surf Condominium.
Same outfit that put
Chris Lahani through school.
And maybe...
just maybe, put a foot
inside the DA's office.
This conclusion unwarranted.
A foundation pays
for a man's education...
has a few shares in
a building syndicate.
Coincidence maybe.
There's nothing illegal about it.
Read the cable from
Switzerland, Danno.
"From Inspector
Carl Albrecht, Interpol,
"to McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
"At your request, we have
checked Bryce-Halsey, Limited.
"All inquiries are referred
to a law firm in Zurich
"that stands on its right
to privileged
information. Albrecht."
Okay. Hypothesis:
A long time ago...
there's a meeting
of the underworld.
I'm talking top
international level.
Now, they're
planning their strategy
for decades to come.
Planning it like a war,
with deep-planted spies
inside the enemy camp.
Now, how would you do that?
Given all the time and
money that you need?
First, you pick your people.
You pick them in high school,
the way the big corporations do.
Young people, with brilliant
minds and empty pockets.
You take care of the family,
you ease the financial strain.
Then you invest a few thousand
a year in a kid's education.
Tuition in a top
mainland school,
plus clothes, a car,
spending money.
You do better than all
the other scholarships
that are available
to a poor kid.
Then you sit back and you wait
for your investment to pay off.
The kid knows what he owes you.
He graduates with top
honors and gets a degree.
Then you help
open the right doors.
He gets the right job...
and you get his soul.
(sighs)
Chris Lahani.
I picked him myself.
No discredit to you, John.
He was the best there was.
They saw to that.
That's why they
invested so much in him.
That's why they
protected their investment
by planting a
frame against a cop.
But not just any cop.
A key officer.
Planted it three years ago,
when Lahani was appointed
to the prosecutor's office.
If we ever got close
to uncovering him...
they would spring
the trap on Duke.
And that's what happened.
Theory... hypothesis.
You're gonna have
to prove it, Steve.
All right, I'll prove
it. But my way.
My ground rules.
I'll put Lahani to a test
that is guaranteed
to smoke him out,
but I need full cooperation
from your office, John.
No roadblocks, no making waves.
I get it?
All right, Steve. Go.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
How are you today, Chris?
Just fine, governor. Fine.
( slow, mysterious
theme playing)
Um...
I'm supposed to meet
Mr. Drummond here.
They all left a few minutes ago.
Big emergency meeting
in Mr. Manicote's office.
Emergency? Uh... what about?
I don't know, sir.
They left word for you
to get over there right away.
Yeah.
But is she ready to
talk before a grand jury?
Probably not for a day or
two, but I have a feeling that...
Chris. Steve.
What's up? Uh, sit down, Chris.
Glad you're here. Um...
Our case against Duke
has been shaken pretty bad.
Steve?
Runny Grose... the informer...
had a girlfriend named,
uh, Angela Caroll.
Yeah.
She's mad because Runny got hit.
She's been talking to us.
According to her, the whole
thing against Duke is a frame.
Angela Caroll. Uh...
I thought she
skipped to California.
Oh? You know her?
No, no. I never
met her, but, uh...
I heard Ben say
that she skipped.
Well, she's back.
She came back last night.
We have her in
protective custody.
Well, uh... what's she told you?
Well, it's coming out
slowly in dribs and drabs.
We haven't put it together yet.
We don't wanna push her, Chris.
She might clam up.
Yeah.
She keeps mentioning
some outfit in Switzerland.
Uh... Says they
pull all the strings.
Yes. It looks like they set
up the frame against Duke
to protect someone else.
Someone in the government.
(exhales)
That'll blow the lid off
the statehouse, heh.
If it's true.
Yeah.
Steve, this, uh...
This girl, uh... She's
in a lot of danger.
But she's well-protected.
We've never lost a witness
yet at the Mauna Kea hali'i.
John, I think you should...
have someone go
and see Judge Kalehei
about a postponement
based on new evidence.
Yes. Chris, will you
take care of that?
Sure.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
(door opens)
(door closes)
( lively theme playing)
(people chattering)
Yes? May I help you?
Lahani, DA's office.
What is it?
I'm here to
interview the witness.
I'm sorry, sir. No one
sees her but Mr. Manicote.
Oh, well, I'm
Mr. Manicote's assistant.
I'm sorry, sir.
Do I need credentials?
I know who you are.
No one sees her
but Mr. Manicote.
Heh. Now, look, officer,
you're asking for trouble.
WOMAN: What's going on?
Is something wrong? What is it?
Everything's fine, Miss Caroll.
Go back inside, please.
( mysterious theme playing)
Ah.
I'd like a few minutes,
uh, computer time.
All yours, Mr. Lahani.
Dossier on Runny Grose.
Any special part?
Uh... photographs.
Runny Grose and
close associates.
Uh, hold it.
Go back to that, uh...
That nightclub picture.
Runny Grose and
a woman at a table.
(whirs, beeps)
( tense theme playing)
That's fine.
(sighs)
Thank you.
(door closes)
(rings)
McGarrett.
Perfect.
Yeah. Thanks, Mike.
He bought the picture.
( action theme playing)
(phone rings)
Yeah.
This is a very good friend.
I need an October 12th. Today.
Must be important.
Very.
You got it.
That was Chris Lahani.
Sounds like trouble.
You're not going to meet him?
One hour from now.
Same time and place
we met October 12th.
I'll take a slow ride
to Aiea and back
to make sure I'm not followed.
Mr. Manoa... this
could be a trap.
You're supposed to be cool,
Miss Simpson, remember?
There's a time for cool
and a time for caution.
Interpol's been asking questions
about Bryce-Halsey, Limited.
That's for them to
worry about, not me.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
(birds chirping, squawking)
I'd like to send a cablegram.
Bryce-Halsey, Limited,
24 Koenigsalle...
Zurich, Switzerland.
Leading Hawaiian stocks...
in state of decline.
I'm taking...
appropriate action.
Signed, Simpson.
( intense dramatic
theme playing)
That's Manoa.
The meet is on.
Chin, do you read me?
Read you, Steve.
Both subjects are now in Area 1.
Now, we'll wait until they
meet before we make our move.
How is Route 7 on your
side of the mountain?
Blocked off.
Nobody gets through,
except maybe a Patton tank.
Good. Good.
We got trouble. Talk.
Runny Grose's girl.
She's talking her head off.
Now, you've gotta
make a hit before she...
Now, now, hold it. Hold it.
See, you made a mistake.
She's already been hit in L.A.
The company figured
she knew too much.
No, look, it can't
be. I saw her myself.
She's right here in Honolulu.
You saw a dame.
You know it was her?
Of course it was her.
I checked it out
myself on the...
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
Oh.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Let's go. ( action
theme playing)
Steve!
(gunfire)
(grunts)
Bryce-Halsey.
Who else.
Central, this is McGarrett.
We're up on the Makapu'u
cliffs on the military road.
Send a couple of ambulances.
We've just had a massacre.
DANNO: Lahani and Manoa
hit, and Bryce-Halsey goes on.
I guess no one
wins this one, Steve.
McGARRETT: Not so, Danno.
Duke wins.
(door closes)
( lighthearted theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Moe.
(car door closes)
I hear you got
some kind of deal.
I'm listening.
Oh, Johnny. Johnny.
We gotta talk so stiff?
Like corporation
guys? Like lawyers?
You used to live in my
house. We were like brothers.
Yeah. And now I got six
blocks in Waikiki, bruddah.
So you've got a proposition?
Spell it out. With numbers.
(scoffs)
Business. Always business.
Hey, Johnny. Remember the
first job we ever pulled in '42?
You tripped on
that burglar alarm,
and I got you out of there.
Big deal. Sixty-two
dollars and 20 cents.
You told me 60.
You made off with
2 bucks, Johnny.
(chuckles)
You made it up to
yourself more than once.
(chuckles)
Johnny, you've been
away from family too long.
(both laugh)
(gunshot)
(gun hits ground)
(car door closes)
JOHNNY: To Steve
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
From Johnny Resko,
Walina Street, Waikiki.
Think of this letter like
a voice from the dead.
You'll receive it
only if I've been...
double-crossed... by Piro Manoa,
who I am gonna meet tomorrow.
If I don't come back
from this meeting,
my friends will put
this letter in the mail.
In it, you will find
enough facts and proof
to put Manoa away for life,
and throw away the key.
I know it all...
'cause him and me
were like... brothers.
So if Manoa knifes me
in the back tomorrow,
this letter to you, McGarrett,
is my way of reaching
up from the grave
and pulling him down with me.
( dramatic theme playing)
McGARRETT: The original
of the Resko letter, John.
And two copies for your
assistants, Mr. Drummond.
Mr. Lahani.
This letter was received in
my office at 9:06 this morning.
Checked the handwriting.
The signature
matches exactly the, uh,
police record of Resko.
In addition, he hasn't been seen
on the street in two days.
The first, uh, page sets
forth uh, his reason for writing
and his fear of a
double-cross by Manoa.
But we don't get to the meat
of the accusation until page 2.
"In 1968, Piro Manoa
shot Anna Ryoto to death.
"I can prove this three ways.
"One is the gun that Manoa
paid to have dumped in the ocean.
"But I paid more.
"The gun is in a
steel box in a safe
"in my apartment
at 22 Walina Street.
Combination of the safe
is left 86 three times..."
And so forth and so forth.
"Two, a tape
recording of Anna Ryoto
"begging Manoa not to kill her,
"promising to give him back
the 60,000 she owed him.
"This tape is in the attic of
my brother's beach house
"on the windward side of
the island near Haleiwa,
"on the beach road.
"Three, an eyewitness
to the killing:
"Sylvia Chang, a
hustler, 14 Hotel Street.
"She used to work
for Anna Ryoto.
"She was in the next
room hiding when Anna
"got hit.
"Sylvia's plenty scared,
but she's a junkie.
"Keep her off a fix for
a day, and she'll crack.
"If this letter reaches
you, McGarrett,
"it means I've been hit.
"The sooner you get Manoa,
"the better I'll
rest in my grave.
Signed, Johnny Resko."
Evidence like that is
almost too good to be true.
How long have we been
trying to nail Manoa?
Six, seven years. Hm?
Yeah. Now all of
a sudden, he's...
He's handed to us.
In a beautiful
Christmas package.
Maybe.
It could be an empty box.
Well, then I suggest we open
it up right away and find out.
But under strict ground rules.
Go ahead, Steve.
That we go for this
evidence immediately,
and that nobody
outside this room
be told the contents
of the Resko letter
until after the raids.
I'm sorry, Steve.
It's not possible.
We have to obtain warrants
before you can move.
But you can see Judge Kalehei
in chambers,
privately, can't you?
Yeah.
Grand jury probe
can be delayed. Um...
paperwork and the warrants
can be done by Lahani,
Drummond and myself.
Personally? No secretaries?
Yes. Can be done.
McGARRETT: Duke,
you'll work this one with us.
To nail Manoa? My pleasure.
Very well.
We'll stay here and
wait for the warrants.
Then we'll hit all
three touch points fast.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
Okay, uh...
simultaneous raids
at exactly 2:45.
You all know what to do.
Right. Check.
( action theme playing)
(tires screech)
(fire crackling)
Open up. Police.
Open up.
(turns knob)
All evidence destroyed
before we got there.
Tape... the gun, human being.
The implications
are not pleasant
to contemplate, governor.
All right, Steve. Let's have it.
Outside of the
people in this room...
nobody knew what we
were going after. Nobody.
Hold it, Steve. Hold it.
Are you accusing my staff?
It's gotta be somebody
on your staff. Or mine.
Not necessarily. There was a...
There was a judge
who signed the warrants.
JAMESON: Judge Arthur Kalehei.
Former presidential assistant...
past president of
our bar association.
The idea is preposterous.
And besides, I had
some other matters
to discuss with the judge
after he signed the warrants.
I was with him from
the time he signed them
to the time the raids were over.
I can verify that he
contacted no one.
Wait a minute. Wasn't there
another officer with you?
Yeah. Officer Fred Puleo.
I took him with
me as an extra gun.
He didn't know
where we were going
or what we were looking for.
That brings us back to
the people in this room.
DRUMMOND: There's
one other possibility, sir.
Someone else who knew
what was in that letter,
or could have known.
Who's that?
Whoever mailed it.
Interesting theory,
but it doesn't wash.
If that guy didn't want
the evidence known,
he would have never
mailed the letter.
But he did mail the letter,
and it got to your desk.
Sealed?
Sealed...
came by registered
mail. I signed for it myself.
Who photocopied it?
I did.
JAMESON: No
secretaries? No file clerks?
Nobody else saw the letter.
By my own instructions.
Nobody but the
people in this room.
What's the answer, Steve?
All right, for starters...
complete security check
of everyone in this room.
Everyone who had
access to the Resko letters.
You investigate our
staff, we investigate yours.
You agree to that?
With one provision.
JAMESON: Well?
That I personally be
investigated along with my men.
You can count on that, bruddah.
And I expect the same.
Well, governor, do we proceed?
(sighs)
So ordered.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
Uh, d... Uh, hi, McGarrett.
Uh, Duke. Eh-heh.
I... I'm just getting
something notarized.
I think I'll walk.
I wonder what that little
pigeon is really after?
You just check the books.
The books, they're beautiful.
And you can tell
the company that.
I tell them what I
find, Mr. Manoa.
They'll make their
own evaluations.
Mr. Manoa.
Come on in.
Uh... You're eating
now. I'll come back later.
No, no, that's okay, Runny.
Private, maybe?
I guess not.
Runny Grose, say
hello to the lady.
Miss Simpson, Runny Grose.
Uh, twice a year she comes by,
shines a little light in my
house, audits the books.
I just got back from
you-know-where.
They're running around
like chickens without heads
trying to figure
where the leak is.
As if they could,
huh, Mr. Manoa?
Yeah.
But they won't, 'cause
only three people know:
me, the leak and you,
carrying messages
back and forth.
Three people, Runny.
May I remind you of the cable
you received today, Mr. Manoa.
I didn't forget, Miss Simpson.
"Change of market situation
requires immediate liquidation
of R.G. Holdings."
Hm.
R.G.
That means you, Runny.
( dramatic theme playing)
What does it mean?
MANOA: It means we
don't like odd numbers.
McGARRETT: Punch
up McGarrett, Stephen J.
School records, 1944.
Close-up, final grade, Biology.
All right, gentlemen...
it took exactly 17 seconds
for the computer to select
and display that information.
Any other releases
prepared, John?
Yes, right down to the commas.
Where's Ben Kokua?
He'll be here.
These releases
give us permission
to delve into every
aspect of your lives.
Nobody is bound to sign,
but when you do, you will be
giving up all rights to privacy.
Nothing will be sacred to the
computer. And I mean nothing.
All your records will be
probed: school, military,
employment, financial.
In-depth interviews with
friends and neighbors...
all medical records including
history of sexual behavior.
You want, uh, bachelors
to sign too, Steve?
Bachelors too. Why, you
got something to hide, Danno?
(laughs)
(all laugh)
Let me sign one of those
things and get out of here.
You just dropping in
for a visit, bruddah?
We Polynesians
gotta move fast...
if we'll catch any
sharks, bruddah.
(chuckles)
What is it, Ben?
There's talk on the street
that Runny Grose was hit.
My favorite little stoolie.
It'll be too bad if he was.
I'll be sorry about that.
So am I.
He was valuable.
Well, if he was
hit, you can be sure
he was on to something big.
Find out what it was.
Hi, Angie.
Going somewhere?
What does it look like?
I'm sorry, Angie.
About what?
I hear Runny was hit.
You cops hear a lot of things.
Hey. This is Ben Kokua.
Play it straight with
me, huh? (scoffs)
I can't play it straight
or upside down.
I'm holding no cards.
You can't run
away from it either.
The world's not big enough.
So, what do you want me to do?
Stand in the middle of Waikiki
and yell, "I'm Runny's girl."
He used to talk to me
when the lights were out.
Maybe I know
something, so hit me too.
Listen, if that's
what they're thinking,
they're thinking it now.
Maybe I can help you, Angie.
Look, it's all over. I
don't know nothing.
So... So just let me
out of here, okay?
Six years.
Runny played both sides for
six years and nobody cared.
He worked for them,
he worked for us.
And we all knew it.
That was his insurance policy.
Then all of a sudden
he's a threat to somebody.
Why?
Why now?
Because there's dirt all over.
And not just on Hotel Street.
In Diamond Head, in Kahala.
That fancy new
government building too.
People like us, we
get the short end.
But there's others just as dirty
who come out
smelling like a rose.
You want answers, mister?
Ask higher up. Ask
in your own office.
( dramatic theme playing)
These are the last
of the Dan Williams
credit card receipts.
MANICOTE: Hold it.
Take it back to, uh, April 12.
Who was the guest?
"Rita Malba."
She's got a criminal
record a mile long.
How come Williams took her out?
No investigation of
her, as far as I can see.
Uh, I already checked that out.
It was a national
security matter.
Five-0 working with
naval intelligence.
Strictly hush-hush.
That's why it doesn't
show up in our files.
MAN: "Civil service records,
Drummond, Paul,
assistant district attorney."
Two years unaccounted
for: '63 and '64.
Where was he?
We know he applied
for a passport.
Had a leave of absence.
That's all so far.
Okay. Find out where
he went and why he went,
who he was working for
and why he came back.
The works.
Bank statements
and canceled checks,
Sgt. Edward "Duke"
Lukela, January 1st to date.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Hold it.
You see what I see?
Yeah.
McGARRETT: You don't
know where it came from, Duke?
More than $19,000?
I don't know, Steve.
Well, here's the deposit slip.
One check for $19,200
transferred to your account
from the Outer Island
Federal Bank in Hilo.
I don't have an
account in that bank.
Well, the bank says you do.
All transactions handled by mail
with deposit slips in
your own handwriting.
I didn't write them, Steve.
Do you have any
business in Hilo?
Any moonlighting?
Any reasons for banking there?
No.
But you went there every
six months? How come?
Well, just a minute,
John. I'll handle this.
Duke, you did go to Hilo.
We have the airline
tickets to prove it.
Now, you have no
business there, and no family.
I do have family there...
under a different name.
I've got a niece, Gladys.
Twenty-one years old. Orphan.
Not married.
She had a baby three years ago.
The guy took off.
I tried to help her set
up a little shop in Hilo,
on the big island.
She lives there with her kid.
I go there a couple
times each year
to see if she needs anything.
(door opens)
I never told anyone.
Steve, y... You know my folks.
Missionary stock.
If they found out, it
would shame them.
Yeah.
It gets worse, Steve.
Outer Island Federal Bank.
An account in Duke's name
was just closed out there.
Two deposits a year
for the last three years.
Uh, dividends from
the Sand N' Surf
Condominium Company in Honolulu.
Total amount, 19,200.
DRUMMOND: I
called the Sand N' Surf.
They acknowledge that
Edward "Duke" Lukela
acquired 400 shares
of stock three years ago
at $200 a share.
Yeah? Acquired
from whom? And how?
According to their
records, with cash.
Eighty thousand dollars?
How was the money brought in?
They say he did.
Can anyone identify him?
No. No way.
The, uh, woman who
handled the transaction
died two years ago of leukemia.
(sighs)
The 80,000, Duke. What about it?
Steve, three years ago...
Gladys' shop. I was broke.
Had to take a second
mortgage on my house.
You can check
that with the bank.
Eighty thousand. Where
would I get money like that?
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
No kidding?
Well, it's nice. Very nice.
Well, you'll be glad to
know that Hawaii is safe
from the hands of Five-0
and the district attorney.
They found their security leak?
Yeah, they found him all right.
Wouldn't you know it?
Turned out to be a cop.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
(door closes)
(door closes)
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
It's a frame.
I'll...
I'll stake my life on it.
It's a rough one, Steve.
Checks, signatures.
Got to be a crack
in it somewhere.
Got to be.
Now, I want the book...
on the Sand N' Surf
Condominium Company.
I wanna know who
they are, what they are.
I wanna know whose
money behind it.
I wanna know their banks,
their stockholders...
investment syndicates.
Now, you name it.
If they're public,
check them out with the SEC.
Okay, split the
work. Get on it fast.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(phone ringing)
Simpson here.
Yes, that was expected.
Of course.
You're entirely welcome.
Who was that?
Not important.
Sand N' Surf Condominiums.
What did they want?
The police were out there,
checking up on their man.
(scoffs) That's not important?
Exactly what we
expected, Mr. Manoa.
We know how to
protect our investments.
Hey, look, Miss Ice Cube.
It's almost 5:00.
Now, why don't you knock
it off, and let's take a dip.
I'm not fond of the
sun, Mr. Manoa.
Besides, I might freeze
your $15,000 pool.
Okay, okay. I had
it coming to me.
Now, look...
it's okay to be
cool sometimes...
but you got to
make things happen
to know you're alive.
Don't you ever make things
happen, Miss Simpson?
Oh, and does that interest you?
Yeah. It interests me.
And no one says you've got
to work all night, Miss Simpson.
Now...
for once, why don't you
put the numbers away
and think about me as a man?
I already have.
And I became violently ill.
DANNO: Couldn't have
been more cooperative.
Books, ledgers,
stockholder lists.
Everything we wanted, we got.
And all fed into the iron brain.
Okay, uh, who owns the company?
It's a corporation,
duly registered in
the state of Hawaii.
There are 11 owners,
each one of them holding
privately issued stock.
And who are they?
Stockholders.
Each of the owners have
between two and 600 shares,
with the exception of
Bryce-Halsey, Limited,
which has controlling
interest at 4100 shares.
There's Duke's name...
400 shares purchased
May 17th, 1969.
The total capitalization
was 1 million 6.
We were out checking
on each owner.
Nothing on them so far.
Who's this, uh,
Bryce-Halsey outfit?
An investment company
based in Switzerland.
We're having Interpol
uh, check them out.
I talked to some brokers here.
They all heard of the name.
Okay.
A corporation called,
uh, Sand N' Surf
is formed three years ago.
It's a... A hui, a
building syndicate.
Now, I walk in and I tell them
that my name is Danny Williams.
That I wanna buy 400
shares of their stock.
I pay them cash.
I tell them that I want
the dividends sent
to a post office box.
Now, you would be
listed as the owner,
and you wouldn't even know it.
That almost works
except for one thing.
My endorsement on
the dividend check.
Canceled checks, uh,
Sand N' Surf Condominiums
to Edward "Duke" Lukela.
(device whirring)
Duke's endorsement
on each check.
Could be forgery.
If it is, Steve, it's perfect.
But, uh, put on a
comparison shot.
Duke's signature on his
police identification card.
Twins.
(bangs pencil on table)
Too good.
Too slick.
And why was the
money transferred now...
from a hidden account in Hilo?
It's almost as if
somebody wanted
that money to surface now.
But why now?
Any, uh... Anything else?
Any other reports
on any other people?
Yeah. Just one, Steve.
We, uh, checked
out those two years
spent out of the country
by Assistant DA Drummond.
(chuckles)
Turned out to be a
hitch in the Peace Corps.
The Peace Corps. Huh.
He was a part of
a team of lawyers.
Helped a new nation in
Africa set up their constitution.
Still at it, Steve?
Still at it, John.
Capricorn goat. Very stubborn.
Hm. Yeah.
I'd be fighting too if
it was one of my men.
But I'm afraid the fight's over.
We're going to court tomorrow.
And frankly, I've seldom
had a stronger case.
I'm sorry.
I won't ask you to wish me luck.
Good night, Steve.
Good night, John, Chris.
Good night, fellas.
Ah... (speaking in Hawaiian)
Aloha, bruddah.
(speaking in Hawaiian)
(door closes)
Translation:
"Good night and
good health, brother."
Yeah, I got the "brother."
You've known Chris a
long time, haven't you?
BEN: Yeah.
We were kids together.
Like... Like brothers.
DANNO: Yeah, that's
all here in the dossier.
Same age, same school...
same neighborhood.
Both kids... sons of fishermen,
on the Olomehani docks.
Chris never forgot
that, you know.
Lot of guys make it big...
then they don't know you.
Well, he made it, all right.
Harvard Law School,
graduated magna cum laude.
Scholarships all
the way. Huh, Ben?
Yeah. Mostly A's,
as far as I remember.
Let's see what the
machine remembers.
Chris Lahani, school records.
Punch them up, please.
The machine
agrees with you, Ben.
A brilliant mind.
Yeah, he put us all to shame.
McGARRETT: Hold it.
Let's see the last year of
that high school record, please.
Those remarks at the bottom.
Can we have a blowup of that?
(whirs, beeps)
"Student offered
full scholarship,
University of Hawaii: Declined."
"Offered full scholarship,
Wisconsin: Declined."
"Partial scholarship,
Princeton: Declined."
Is that all?
Where's Harvard?
Yeah. That's what
I'd like to know.
It's gotta be.
Maybe it just didn't show.
He couldn't afford
a school like that.
Danno, contact the
registrar at Harvard.
Make it an official via
the Cambridge Police.
I want to know who paid
Chris Lahani's tuition.
"From chief of police,
Cambridge, Mass.,
"to McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
"Inspection of records
at Harvard reveal tuition
for Chris Lahani paid by
Bryce-Halsey, Limited."
That's the investment
company in Switzerland.
Same outfit that has
controlling interest
in Sun N' Surf Condominium.
Sand N' Surf, Steve.
Sand N' Surf Condominium.
Same outfit that put
Chris Lahani through school.
And maybe...
just maybe, put a foot
inside the DA's office.
This conclusion unwarranted.
A foundation pays
for a man's education...
has a few shares in
a building syndicate.
Coincidence maybe.
There's nothing illegal about it.
Read the cable from
Switzerland, Danno.
"From Inspector
Carl Albrecht, Interpol,
"to McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
"At your request, we have
checked Bryce-Halsey, Limited.
"All inquiries are referred
to a law firm in Zurich
"that stands on its right
to privileged
information. Albrecht."
Okay. Hypothesis:
A long time ago...
there's a meeting
of the underworld.
I'm talking top
international level.
Now, they're
planning their strategy
for decades to come.
Planning it like a war,
with deep-planted spies
inside the enemy camp.
Now, how would you do that?
Given all the time and
money that you need?
First, you pick your people.
You pick them in high school,
the way the big corporations do.
Young people, with brilliant
minds and empty pockets.
You take care of the family,
you ease the financial strain.
Then you invest a few thousand
a year in a kid's education.
Tuition in a top
mainland school,
plus clothes, a car,
spending money.
You do better than all
the other scholarships
that are available
to a poor kid.
Then you sit back and you wait
for your investment to pay off.
The kid knows what he owes you.
He graduates with top
honors and gets a degree.
Then you help
open the right doors.
He gets the right job...
and you get his soul.
(sighs)
Chris Lahani.
I picked him myself.
No discredit to you, John.
He was the best there was.
They saw to that.
That's why they
invested so much in him.
That's why they
protected their investment
by planting a
frame against a cop.
But not just any cop.
A key officer.
Planted it three years ago,
when Lahani was appointed
to the prosecutor's office.
If we ever got close
to uncovering him...
they would spring
the trap on Duke.
And that's what happened.
Theory... hypothesis.
You're gonna have
to prove it, Steve.
All right, I'll prove
it. But my way.
My ground rules.
I'll put Lahani to a test
that is guaranteed
to smoke him out,
but I need full cooperation
from your office, John.
No roadblocks, no making waves.
I get it?
All right, Steve. Go.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
How are you today, Chris?
Just fine, governor. Fine.
( slow, mysterious
theme playing)
Um...
I'm supposed to meet
Mr. Drummond here.
They all left a few minutes ago.
Big emergency meeting
in Mr. Manicote's office.
Emergency? Uh... what about?
I don't know, sir.
They left word for you
to get over there right away.
Yeah.
But is she ready to
talk before a grand jury?
Probably not for a day or
two, but I have a feeling that...
Chris. Steve.
What's up? Uh, sit down, Chris.
Glad you're here. Um...
Our case against Duke
has been shaken pretty bad.
Steve?
Runny Grose... the informer...
had a girlfriend named,
uh, Angela Caroll.
Yeah.
She's mad because Runny got hit.
She's been talking to us.
According to her, the whole
thing against Duke is a frame.
Angela Caroll. Uh...
I thought she
skipped to California.
Oh? You know her?
No, no. I never
met her, but, uh...
I heard Ben say
that she skipped.
Well, she's back.
She came back last night.
We have her in
protective custody.
Well, uh... what's she told you?
Well, it's coming out
slowly in dribs and drabs.
We haven't put it together yet.
We don't wanna push her, Chris.
She might clam up.
Yeah.
She keeps mentioning
some outfit in Switzerland.
Uh... Says they
pull all the strings.
Yes. It looks like they set
up the frame against Duke
to protect someone else.
Someone in the government.
(exhales)
That'll blow the lid off
the statehouse, heh.
If it's true.
Yeah.
Steve, this, uh...
This girl, uh... She's
in a lot of danger.
But she's well-protected.
We've never lost a witness
yet at the Mauna Kea hali'i.
John, I think you should...
have someone go
and see Judge Kalehei
about a postponement
based on new evidence.
Yes. Chris, will you
take care of that?
Sure.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
(door opens)
(door closes)
( lively theme playing)
(people chattering)
Yes? May I help you?
Lahani, DA's office.
What is it?
I'm here to
interview the witness.
I'm sorry, sir. No one
sees her but Mr. Manicote.
Oh, well, I'm
Mr. Manicote's assistant.
I'm sorry, sir.
Do I need credentials?
I know who you are.
No one sees her
but Mr. Manicote.
Heh. Now, look, officer,
you're asking for trouble.
WOMAN: What's going on?
Is something wrong? What is it?
Everything's fine, Miss Caroll.
Go back inside, please.
( mysterious theme playing)
Ah.
I'd like a few minutes,
uh, computer time.
All yours, Mr. Lahani.
Dossier on Runny Grose.
Any special part?
Uh... photographs.
Runny Grose and
close associates.
Uh, hold it.
Go back to that, uh...
That nightclub picture.
Runny Grose and
a woman at a table.
(whirs, beeps)
( tense theme playing)
That's fine.
(sighs)
Thank you.
(door closes)
(rings)
McGarrett.
Perfect.
Yeah. Thanks, Mike.
He bought the picture.
( action theme playing)
(phone rings)
Yeah.
This is a very good friend.
I need an October 12th. Today.
Must be important.
Very.
You got it.
That was Chris Lahani.
Sounds like trouble.
You're not going to meet him?
One hour from now.
Same time and place
we met October 12th.
I'll take a slow ride
to Aiea and back
to make sure I'm not followed.
Mr. Manoa... this
could be a trap.
You're supposed to be cool,
Miss Simpson, remember?
There's a time for cool
and a time for caution.
Interpol's been asking questions
about Bryce-Halsey, Limited.
That's for them to
worry about, not me.
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
(birds chirping, squawking)
I'd like to send a cablegram.
Bryce-Halsey, Limited,
24 Koenigsalle...
Zurich, Switzerland.
Leading Hawaiian stocks...
in state of decline.
I'm taking...
appropriate action.
Signed, Simpson.
( intense dramatic
theme playing)
That's Manoa.
The meet is on.
Chin, do you read me?
Read you, Steve.
Both subjects are now in Area 1.
Now, we'll wait until they
meet before we make our move.
How is Route 7 on your
side of the mountain?
Blocked off.
Nobody gets through,
except maybe a Patton tank.
Good. Good.
We got trouble. Talk.
Runny Grose's girl.
She's talking her head off.
Now, you've gotta
make a hit before she...
Now, now, hold it. Hold it.
See, you made a mistake.
She's already been hit in L.A.
The company figured
she knew too much.
No, look, it can't
be. I saw her myself.
She's right here in Honolulu.
You saw a dame.
You know it was her?
Of course it was her.
I checked it out
myself on the...
( slow, dramatic theme playing)
Oh.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Let's go. ( action
theme playing)
Steve!
(gunfire)
(grunts)
Bryce-Halsey.
Who else.
Central, this is McGarrett.
We're up on the Makapu'u
cliffs on the military road.
Send a couple of ambulances.
We've just had a massacre.
DANNO: Lahani and Manoa
hit, and Bryce-Halsey goes on.
I guess no one
wins this one, Steve.
McGARRETT: Not so, Danno.
Duke wins.
(door closes)
( lighthearted theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)