Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 10 - 'V' for Vashon: The Father - full transcript

( upbeat surf theme playing)

May God give him
a merciful judgment

and forgive all his sins.

May Christ, the good
shepherd, lead him safely home

to be at peace
with God, our father.

Bless this grave

and send your
angel to watch over it.

Forgive the sins of our brother

whose body we bury here.

May his soul and the souls

of all the faithful departed,



through the mercy
of God, rest in peace.

Take your mother
to the car, ladies.

Uh, Padre, would you...?

Lower the casket.

Tosaki.

(exhales) Tosaki, wait.

Father, do you still
insist on this idiocy?

Go on, Tosaki.

Would you leave us, please?

Father, no.

McGarrett murdered your son.

All right. All right,
McGarrett murdered Chris,

and he dies for it.

Let's kill him and
be done with it.



At best, it won't be easy.

But putting him on his
guard like this is madness.

This man killed a Vashon.

For that, first, he must wonder,

then he must know,
then he must die.

That is the way we do things.

(clicks)

What's happening with
the McDonald case?

He's being indicted
today, Steve.

We're preparing extradition
papers on his partner too.

CHIN HO: You think
we'd ever nail him?

No, never.

DANNO: What is it, Steve?

Someone's planning my future.

(sighs)

Okay.

Let's take a ride
out to the cemetery.

Which one?

Where was Chris
Vashon buried? That one.

( dramatic theme playing)

Yeah. This is it.

McGARRETT: It matches.
Chain. That vase of flowers.

Corner of that stone.

I get the message. Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

We're in mourning, McGarrett.

We don't expect understanding
or respect from the police.

We do expect common decency.

A court might consider
this a threat against my life.

Picture of a grave?

We both know whose
grave it is, don't we, Vashon?

Do you have anything to add?

Place me under arrest.

Or release me... now.

I'd just as soon not
be in the same room

with my son's murderer.

I am not your son's murderer.

He was apprehended in
the act of trying to rob a hotel.

He attempted to kill me

with three shots at
point-blank range,

and was wounded.

Now, he'd be alive today

if he'd surrendered when ordered

instead of trying to escape.

No, Vashon, I am not
your son's murderer.

I say... you are.

I'm on notice. Is that it?

There's a contract out on me.

All right, Vashon. I'm
putting out a contract on you.

Legal contract. Watertight.

It expires the
day I hear a judge

sentence you to
life imprisonment.

( dramatic theme playing)

Oui?

McGarrett was just here, Father.

He knows.

He knows.

That being the case, Father...

is it now acceptable to you

that I finish this matter
and be done with it?

Avec plaisir, Honore.

Thank you, Father.

This is something we
can't slough off, Steve.

Honore Vashon, big
daddy of all organized crime

in these islands.

What he wants he gets.

Yeah. And what he wants
most right now is my head,

which I mean to keep.

But you're gonna
stay in the open?

Yeah. And take the
proper precautions.

The trouble with decoys:

A lot of times, they end
up shot with the ducks.

I don't exactly...
relish the idea

of going fishing
with myself as bait.

But if we wanna build a big
enough case against Vashon

to get in there and clean
that family cesspool out

once and for all,

I've gotta be enough
target to make him show

his hand a little more.

DANNO: Then we'd better bug him

right down to his cuff
links. Total surveillance.

We've got to know
what cards he's holding

before he plays them.

Yeah. And that means
a federal court order.

And to get one, we need
more proof of Vashon's intention

than a snapshot
of an open grave.

(door closes) Yeah, Chin?

Here are four hit men who
have worked for Vashon before.

Whereabouts?

We're checking that now.

I thought you'd like a readout

of the m.o.'s in the meanwhile.

Yeah.

Yeah, let's see what
I've gotta watch out for.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Mr. Makros.

Mr. Tosaki. So
punctual, as always.

Come in, please.

( ominous theme playing)

(drops case on car)

Charlie?

Get the bomb squad
here on the double.

Kyoko, come up here.

Clear the first three floors,

then come up here and
help me move these cars.

And don't touch mine.

Bomb squad at 2085 Ala Wai.

Six more units to the
same address. Code red.

( dramatic theme playing)

MAN: There she
is, loaded for bear.

I'd like to pull its teeth.

Right here, right now.

Will you take cover, please.

Okay. She is disarmed.

Well, it looks like nothing
else was tampered with.

Now, I want this car towed

to that vacant
lot behind the lab,

and tell Che to go
over it... carefully.

Okay.

Steve. You all set?

DRIVER: Let me make
sure the brake's off.

Unit 14 was on duty I
would say till midnight.

Squad car came on then.

Got a list of all the cars

that came in during the night.

All tenants, no visitors.

Brake's off.

Hold it.

That door was locked.

Hold it! Hold it!

Hit the deck.

Easy, easy.

(mumbles)

It's okay. (groans)

Get an ambulance.

Easy, easy. All right.

Easy, pal. Easy.

Another one in the door.

Yeah.

Vashon showed his hand.
Now we get a court order.

( dramatic theme playing)

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(sighs, sniffles)

( phone rings)

WOMAN (recorded voice): When you
hear the tone, the correct time will be...

( signal buzzing)

(doorbell rings)

(sighs)

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

What have you got, Che?

Kieselguhr. Very unusual.

Why is it unusual?

Strictly European.

Whoever made those
bombs rolls his own,

and learned how to do
it overseas someplace.

European.

What do we got, Chin?

Hillman, Makros,
Zacchagnini, Baily.

Bomb guys.

All experienced enough to set up

a decoy and a payoff.

Che came up with an explosive

that's made only in Europe.

So let's concentrate on...

Makros and Zacchagnini.

Right.

(sighs)

That was a slick
operation, Chin.

He left a broken thread
on the hood for us to spot.

Then he replaced the
one in the front door

after he'd installed the
bomb. Now, that's style.

That's style. Vashon's
buying the best.

Oh, he can afford to.

Yeah, he can afford to.

And you can be sure
he's not gonna stop

after one failure.
(tapping desk)

But the odds are, he's, uh...

He's not gonna have much
faith in local talent after this.

Which could mean...

that he might import
his next hit man.

So maybe we better
get Interpol on this.

You want a rundown on who's
available around the world?

Yeah. And in key cities
around the mainland.

The top men. The expensive ones.

Okay.

And Chin, one other thing.

Ask Interpol and
mainland police to alert us

in the event that any of
them suddenly take off

for a nearby airport.

Got it.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(ringing)

( line ringing)

(ringing)

(ringing stops)

MARGUERITE: Honore?

Honore, Papa's on the
phone. Didn't you hear...?

(whispering):
Honore, what is it?

(whispering): Will you go back
to the phone? Say that I'm out.

Tell him I'll call him soon.

Marguerite, will you, please?

I'll explain in due time.

Yes, Honore.

( upbeat jazz theme playing)

(tries screech)

( ominous theme playing)

"Peter Makros."

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

McGARRETT: Chin.

There must be, oh, 25
or 30 windows over there

with a direct line of
fire into this office.

As you build up your photo
file on the sharpshooters,

see if any of them try
to rent a room over there.

Duke will give you as much
manpower as you need.

I want a running check
on all vantage points

into this office.

Okay.

(door closes)

(waves crashing)

(inaudible dialogue)

DOMINICK: How are
Marguerite and the girls?

HONORE: They're fine.

They miss the boy.

Oh. We... We all miss the boy.

Father, let's walk
by the sea, hm?

It's a pleasant afternoon,
and the surf is high.

(waves crashing)

Well, that's... That's
the way we do things.

Father, if you had
just let me handle...

And it's done.

And it worked.

Only a man who
knows he's gonna die

would go to such lengths.

Let him sweat. Cochon!

Father, will you please...?

(sighs)

( waves crashing)

Will you listen to that?

What we're here for now

is to talk about
what we do next.

(sighs) Yes, all right.

But while McGarrett sweats,

I'm a man with his
hands tied behind him.

They're not only
listening to me,

from somewhere,
they're watching me too.

I can't do business at home.

They follow me wherever I go.

These days... (sighs)

they have all the
weapons, the police.

It is impossible
to handle affairs.

But this is going to be handled.

Yes. But who's
going to handle it?

Makros was the best
to be had on the islands.

See how it turned out?

Someone must be brought in.

Someone... who is unknown,

who's clean, who's smart...

who will do things as
they should be done,

so it'll be done.

(sighs) Yes.

How are we going to
come by this someone?

Philidor.

Get in touch with Philidor.

He has contacts
all over the world.

Yes. He'll know.

He'll know someone.

Let's get in touch
with Philidor.

And he still owes me a favor

from, I don't know,
10, 20 years ago.

Now we call this one in.

Yes, but the problem is
getting the message to him.

When do Marguerite and
the girls go to church next?

Tomorrow, in the morning.

Write to Philidor. Give
Marguerite the letter.

She'll give it to the
sexton to mail for her.

He'll be only too glad

to do a service for
Madame Vashon.

Father, I don't like to bring
Marguerite into the work.

Tell Philidor to send
his answer to the church.

Sexton will give
it to Marguerite.

She'll bring it to you
in her prayer book.

I don't think McGarrett
will stop your wife

on her way home from church.

But the church, Father.
It's a sacred place.

There is nothing more sacred...

than killing McGarrett.

Come on, we'll walk.

( dramatic theme playing)

BEN: Emil Kalamay:
32, Montreal, Caucasian.

Indicted for murder of
a foreign-office official.

Witnesses disappeared.
Charges dropped.

Where is he now?

Montreal.

Okay. Next.

Hans Demus: West Germany.

Believed to have been involved

in an assassination
plot on Willy Brandt.

Hushed up by the press.
Insufficient evidence.

Any report on his movements?

Interpol says
he's sitting tight.

Oh, I don't know, Ben.
Here we are getting reports

on top hit men from
all over the world.

None of them

seem to be moving
off their barstools.

Thousands of dollar" worth

of electronic
surveillance equipment,

and what have we
got to show for it so far?

Five tapes of running water.

Three of a garbage disposal.

Two of a vacuum.

Oh, and a beauty of the surf
running high at Diamond Head.

Our court order for surveillance

runs out in exactly two weeks.

Now... we'd better get

some kind of lead
soon. (bangs desk)

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

PHILIDOR: The name is Heyward.

Regards to your father.

Uncle Philidor.

( dramatic theme playing)

(tires screech)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(phone beeps)

Hello?

Hotel Barrier Reef?

Wrong number.

This is the Acme
Janitor Service.

Oh. I must have dialed
the wrong number.

Sorry to have troubled
you, mate. Bye.

( dramatic theme playing)

Code red. Code red.

McGARRETT: No. No.

No, just stay there.

Choppers?

No, forget it.

Over a thousand
square miles to search.

By the time we're in the air,
they'd have had their meeting.

Vashon's got himself a hit man.

Good, Tosaki. Very good.

So you'll know I'm Vashon.

Do I know you're Heyward?

Philidor says I am.

Do you know his handwriting?

All right. We're each
who we say we are.

You've heard from
your bank at Geneva.

Twenty-five thousand dollars
deposited to my account.

The other 25 when
the job is done. Now...

what do you need?

Two weeks.

Impossible. You've come
here to kill McGarrett,

not get a suntan.

Look, he has an office

on the third floor
of the Iolani Palace.

There's a half a dozen
men around most of the time.

He's smart. They're smart.

He's expecting a hit.

He's on his guard. So are they.

I need two weeks to
make a diagram in my mind

of every move he makes...

from the moment he gets up
to the moment he goes to bed.

And that could be

four dozen different diagrams.

I've gotta get
inside of his head

to figure out how he might act

if he thinks there's
a hit man on his tail.

I have to pick my
time and my place,

and I have to find

alternative escape routes.

I have to make some connections

to get the kind of thing
I'm going to use on him,

after I've decided
where, when and how

I'm going to do it.

And I have to find some
alternative places to lie low

for the first hot 24 hours

after I've done it.

And I have to make reservations

on a dozen planes

to different parts of the world.

Now...

if you think you
can do all that work

in less than two
weeks... you do the job.

I want it done in a week.

There's a plane
out of here at 5.

I can make it.

Ten days. That's
the absolute limit.

I want the whole matter
dealt with and finished.

Ten days, or I ask
Philidor for a replacement.

Ten days.

All right.

A thousand dollars more a day,

and that'll bring
your bill to...

I can do addition.

All right, agreed.

Ten days... 10,000 more.

Done.

Done.

Kind of businessman
you seem to be,

why do you kill for a living?

You meet more
interesting people.

Nice to have met
you, Mr. Vashon.

What do you mean,
nice to meet me?

Because we won't
meet each other again.

I'm not to know
your arrangements?

You hired me to
murder McGarrett.

That's all that's
necessary for you to know.

From here on, I work alone.

I do it best that way.

By myself.

How do I know if it's done?

Listen to the 11:00
news ten days from now.

How do you know you're
gonna get the rest of your money?

As soon as you hear
McGarrett's dead,

you phone the banker

and tell him to deposit $35,000
to my account in Geneva.

And then I'll phone Switzerland

to see if it's been done.

If it hasn't... my
next job's for free.

You.

You're a very talented
man, Mr. Heyward,

but you're new in Hawaii.

You weren't around when
my life was threatened

for the first time.

I remember that man well.

If you weren't pressed for time,

might show you
where he's buried.

( dramatic theme playing)

( tense theme playing)

(car approaches)

Aloha, Steve.

John.

Taxi, mister?

No, thanks, pal.

Morning. Morning.

Want a little service?
All you have to do

is have your life threatened.

(sighs)

(horn honks outside)

It's a clean one.

Thank you.

I picked it up at
the car pool myself.

Che went over it with
a fine-toothed comb.

Danno. What have you got?

Suddenly, a lot of talk.

Vashon's phone calls?

Business as usual.

Well, there's nothing
here that's worth anything.

He knows we're still listening.

Day before yesterday,

he did that helicopter
disappearing act.

Today, he's
talking his head off,

and he doesn't
care who hears him.

Add it up.

He, uh, lit the fuse.

Yeah. Vashon's
found his hit man.

He's laid his plans.
It's in the works.

All he has to do now
is sit back and wait...

with nothing to worry about.

Must be a great feeling to
have nothing to worry about.

Think it's one of those?

Who knows?

Has, uh, Interpol
reported any new activity?

I'll get an update.

(sighs)

( mysterious theme playing)

(horn honks)

I need more light, mate.

I-I-I'm an artist, you see.

You wouldn't have another
one of these on this side,

say... one floor up, would you?

On the third floor?

Hm-hmm.

Yes, I... I have one.

But it's furnished. Costs more.

That's all right. Can I see it?

All right.

(door opens)

Steve. Photo and description

from Melbourne, Australia.

The last two years, this
guy has been spotted

in half a dozen capitals
around the world.

And each time,
just after he's left,

an important dead
body's turned up.

And, Steve, this
one's on the move.

"Dylan Heyward."

Okay. Let's get
copies to all our guys.

Perfect.

It's, uh, exactly what I wanted.

How much?

CHIN HO: Haircut, uh, third
Wednesday of every month.

Meeting with DA,
each Friday at noon.

Karate, Tuesdays, Thursday.

All anybody has to do

is watch you for a
couple of weeks, Steve,

and you're taped.

Yeah.

Honore Vashon started
using his telephone again

about ten days ago.

Let's figure that was the day

he found the hit man.

Okay, let's say the guy
took a couple of days

to get here.

They negotiated.

He went to work stalking me.

That means that
he's been on my tail

for about a week, right?

Working out my movements,

habits, where I go,
when, everything.

Now, if I suddenly started
changing those habits,

what's he gonna think?

That you know he's on your tail.

Exactly. Now, I want this man.

He's important. He's
gonna lead me to Vashon.

Lead you. Not carry you.

(sighs)

That's a matter of
timing, isn't it, Danno?

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

BEN: How about that?

Yes. That's the one.

DANNO: Third
floor, straight across.

He rented it yesterday.

As we said, Honore
Vashon buys the best.

How do we move?

We don't move. We sit.

We sit very quietly

while Dylan Heyward
helps us put Vashon away

for the rest of his life.

( jazzy, dramatic
theme playing)

McGARRETT: You
got him on the Owl Eye?

Yeah. It's working like a dream.

(clicks button)

He just came in, Steve.

Okay, Danno.

(throws lighter on table)

Steve... he sees you.

McGARRETT: Okay, Danno.

Chin... let him see you.

(door opens)

Chin... close the door.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

He just went in, Danny.

DANNO: Steve.

The man is right on schedule.

Okay, Danno.

Chin, get ready.

He is in his office, Steve.

Chin, come on in.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Well, this is the fourth night.

Who knows? Maybe
it's a dress rehearsal.

( slow, tense theme playing)

(footsteps approach)

He just went in, Danny,

carrying a suitcase and
a package. (door closes)

Half hour early.

He wants to set his sights.

Be ready to move in 15 minutes.

Right.

Steve.

This is it.

He's carrying a suitcase.

And a package.

Okay, Danno.

Opening night. On your toes.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(knock at door)

WOMAN: Mr. Dunham. I'm here.

You've got the wrong office.

WOMAN: Oh, Mr. Dunham.

And after I came all this way.

Don't tell me you
don't wanna see me.

(knock at door)

Mr. Dunham?

He's gone to the door.

There, now.

That's much more aloha.

You're supposed to
be friendly in Hawaii.

What do you want?

Well, whatever you
want. You sent for me.

You made a mistake.
My name's not Dunham.

You're kidding?

Didn't you call Dial-a-Girl?

No. Good night.

Uh-huh.

I don't mind answering
a wrong number.

Some other time
maybe, love, but, uh...

really, not tonight.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(gunshot)

All right. Drop it!

(scoffs)

A dummy?

Policewoman?

Policewoman, dummy.

Look, McGarrett,
uh... let's make a deal.

You give me a light sentence,

and I'll give you the name.

I already know the name.

Ah, but the jury...

they won't know
it unless I tell 'em.

Why should I?
What's in it for me?

I'll tell you what's
in it for you.

Your life.

You're going to
Oahu State Prison.

That's Vashon territory.

And Vashon has a
standard reward for failure:

a shiv in the back some night

while you're quietly reading
a book in the prison library.

You want a deal?

Okay, I'll give you a deal.

Maximum-security
prison, mainland,

under a phony name.

That's the deal.
Take it or leave it.

Let's go.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

Why did you come to
Honolulu, Mr. Heyward?

To kill McGarrett.

MANICOTE: Had you a personal
grievance against Mr. McGarrett?

HEYWARD: I'd never
met the man before.

And what was your reason
for wanting to kill him?

Money.

I was hired to murder McGarrett.

Hired. By whom?

Him.

Let's be very precise
about this, Mr. Heyward.

Who hired you to
kill Mr. McGarrett?

The defendant... Honore Vashon.

(crowd murmuring)

Will the defendant please rise?

Honore Vashon... you
have been found guilty

of conspiring to cause the
death of Stephen McGarrett.

The court sentences you

to the maximum
penalty permitted by law:

ten years in state prison.

(crowd murmuring)

Court is adjourned.

( dramatic theme playing)

(grunts)

Two down, John.

My turn.

( upbeat surf theme playing)