Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 11 - 'V' for Vashon: The Patriarch - full transcript

Dominick Vashon, patriarch of the crime family, now wants to go after McGarrett. He devises a frame and McGarrett is accused of shooting an unarmed man. Five-O must break the frame and figure out why a prominent attorney is testifying against McGarrett.

( upbeat surf theme playing)

(tires squeal)

Kimo, get the laundry chute.

Freeze.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Halt.

( suspenseful theme swells)

Halt!

(tires squeal)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(car horn honking)



Chris.

( ominous theme playing)

(sirens wailing)

( somber theme playing)

You want something
here, McGarrett?

Yeah, I wanted
to arrest your son

for attempted homicide
and armed robbery,

but maybe I better call
in for an ambulance first.

HONORE: An ambulance
won't help. He's dead.

My son is dead, McGarrett.

Dead. And you killed him.

No, Vashon. No.

I shot him.

You killed him.



You and his grandfather,
a long time ago.

( somber theme swells)

(car starts)

McGarrett dies.

So you know I'm Vashon?

Do I know you're Hayward?

Cilly Dool says I am.

Do you know his handwriting?

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

Done.

Done.

The 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.

How do I know if it's done?

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

( ominous theme playing)

Drop it. Drop it.

Why did you come to
Honolulu, Mr. Hayward?

To kill McGarrett.

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

HAYWARD: I never
met the man before.

I was hired to murder McGarrett.

Hired? By whom?

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 Steven McGarrett.

The court sentences you

to the maximum
penalty permitted by law.

Ten years in state prison.

Court is adjourned.

( dramatic theme playing)

Two down, John.

(whispers): My turn.

( eerie theme playing)

(sighs)

Father.

Honore.

Marguerite? The girls?

Your family is well,
and they miss you.

Has there been any development?

I found the man.

How much can you tell me?

His name is Sullivan.

He'll be released
next Wednesday.

He has the anger already. Good.

But he's going to need the
persuasion we talked about.

Tosaki will bring him to me.

Is it safe at the house now?

McGarrett's court
order has expired.

He's been forced to
remove the wiretaps. It's safe.

Tell me, this, uh, Sullivan,
what kind of man is he?

As Chris used to
say, a born loser.

Kill McGarrett?

Sure, sure. Just like that.

Just like that.

For money. A lot of money.

Nobody's got that much money.

Believe me,
Mr. Sullivan, I have.

Your son said that
you had a job for me,

but, I'm sorry. No, thanks.

Sullivan.

Was my son wrong? He
said you hated McGarrett.

Well, not that much.

Even though he tried
to stop your parole?

Even though he personally
went before the board

and testified against you?

You only made it by
one vote, you know.

Look, Mr. Vashon,
i-if you're saying

would I like to see
McGarrett dead,

yeah, I would.

I've been sent up
three times for pushing,

and McGarrett put me
away all three times.

But that doesn't mean
I'm gonna kill a cop,

let alone that cop.

I'm sorry, Mr. Vashon,

but I... I think I'll go now.

Okay?

Of course.

And in 24 hours,

McGarrett will have you arrested

for possession of narcotics.

What's that?

You didn't think he'd really
let it end there, did you?

He always gets what he's after,

and at the moment,
he's after you.

He wants you back in prison,

and he won't stop until
you're back in prison.

Whoa. I'm clean.
He can't bust me.

There are 15 grams of heroin

in your apartment
at this very moment.

That's impossible. I only
got out this afternoon.

It was put there yesterday
on McGarrett's orders

while your wife
was at the market.

In a few hours, again
on McGarrett's orders,

the Narcotics squad
will raid your apartment,

and they'll find
the hidden drugs.

When you're finally
released from prison this time,

you'll be a very, very old man.

Is this...? Is
this on the level?

McGarrett's framing me?

How do you know all this?

I know because I
make it my business

to know everything that
goes on in these islands

that may be useful to me.

Go home now, Sullivan.

Go home, and if you search
your apartment thoroughly,

you'll find I'm
telling you the truth.

Then, if you care to, come back,

and we'll continue
our discussion.

Yeah, yeah.

If this is on the level...

(door closes)

I do hope you didn't hide
it too carefully, Tosaki.

We do want him to find it.

He'll find it.

What's this? Expense item.

State of Hawaii
owes me 50 bucks.

Yeah. It better be good.

Joe Akkuda.

What's that little weasel got

that's worth 50 bucks?

A real estate item.

You feeling a little crowded
where you're living now, Steve?

2550 Diamond Hill
Road is up for sale.

Asking price is 385 thou.

Vashon's place is for sale?
Old Nick is moving out?

And selling out. They're passing
the word along robbers' row

that everything is up for sale.

Gambling,
protection, prostitution,

uh, loan sharking, the works.

You can buy the whole thing
or pick the piece you want.

Dominick Vashon is
smashing it for cash.

You figure it.

Well, his son is in prison.

His grandson is dead.

Looks like he's retiring.

I think he's saying you've won.

You've cracked
the Vashon empire.

No, Danno. No, I can't buy that.

Sure, Honore's in jail,
his grandson is dead,

but Old Nick blames me for both.

Now, do you think for one minute

he's going to rest until
he's had his revenge?

No.

No, Danno, we haven't won,

not until Old Nick
is in jail or dead.

Okay, Steve. You figure it.

The only thing I can figure...

is that old fox is
up to something.

So I was right.

Two narcs busted
in on us an hour ago,

and they went
straight to the stash.

They knew, all right.

They'll be back.

McGarrett won't give
up. He'll try again.

Sooner or later, he'll get you.

Unless, of course,
somebody gets him first.

You got something
in mind, a way to do it?

A plan?

A good plan with
a getaway for me?

Yeah.

Well, I'm your man.

( ominous theme playing)

DREW: Steve. Steve McGarrett.

Hi, counselor. I saw
you sitting in there.

Ah, yes. Yawning.

Apparently you had enough
of the speechmaking too.

Well, something
came up at the office.

I've gotta get back.

I have a brief to prepare.

I'm pleased our
district attorney

got the award this
year, aren't you?

McGARRETT: Yeah.
Manicote's a good man.

I'm very happy for him.

Will you excuse me?

Are you parked downstairs?

Yes. I am too.

(tires squeal)

DREW: Where's your car?

Right over there.

(gunshots)

( suspenseful theme playing)

McGARRETT: Excuse
me, excuse me, please.

(screaming)

What happened? One
second. Let me through, please.

What is it?

Excuse me, please. Step back.

Please, step back.

Mr. McGarrett, I...

McGARRETT: Yeah, I know.

Who works here? Here.

Uh, get an ambulance, H.P.D.,
and call my office, please.

Jim, keep 'em back. Get
that crowd back. Yes, sir.

Everybody back, now.
Come on, come on.

Everybody back, please.

Jim, got the key?
Lock this elevator off.

Yes, sir.

You're the house
physician? Yes, I am.

The clerk just caught
me as I came in the door.

He's dead.

Jim, the gun, give it to me.

What?

His gun. Didn't you pick it up?

No, sir. There was
no gun. Excuse me.

He had a gun in his hand.
There was no time to...

He didn't have a gun
when he got up here?

No, sir. Just him.

Who was standing here when
these doors opened, please?

Did anybody see
a gun on the floor?

Who was standing here? Miss.

(weeping)

Did you see a gun?
Please, please answer me.

It's very important.
Did you see a gun?

No. No, I didn't.

Did anybody see a gun?

What happened?

Drug pusher named
Sullivan tried to gun me down.

With what?

Mr. Drew,

you saw this man fire
at me in the garage.

No, I didn't.

Suddenly you knocked
me down. That's all I know.

But you heard shots? Oh, yes.

I heard shots.

Then how come there's no gun?

MAN: Mr. McGarrett, I have
your office on the phone.

McGARRETT: Excuse me. Ahem.

Neatest trick of the week.
Fire at a man without a gun.

( ominous theme playing)

Danno? I'm down at the Ilikai.

Freddy Sullivan just
tried to gun me down.

Get a crew over here.

We've got three
slugs and a gun to find.

Right. On the double.

Well, how did it go?

Exactly as planned.

Sullivan's weapon,
wh-wh-where is it?

He was found to be unarmed.

We've got him.

A cousin of mine was
present and he wondered

about Sullivan not having a gun.

Loudly?

He was heard.

A nice touch, Tosaki.

I'm in your cousin's
debt. Now we move on.

Tomorrow you bring
Mrs. Sullivan to see me.

Yes, Mr. Vashon.

He fired three shots.

And missed.

It's hard not to.

When you're shooting blanks.

They won't find any gun,

they won't find any slugs.

Just think of it, Tosaki.

McGarrett has murdered
an unarmed man.

( ominous theme playing)

Your two bullets
entered there, Steve.

Doc.

The man was dead by the
time he got up to the lobby.

That was less than 90 seconds.

Now, you don't die that fast
from two slugs in the abdomen.

You do from that one, Steve.

It severed the abdominal aorta,

cut off all supply
of blood to his heart.

He could've been dead

by the time he
finished falling over.

He must have crouched
when you fired at him.

Yes, he did. He did.

I fired at his arm and his leg.

If he hadn't ducked...
Bad break, Steve.

Yeah. Yeah, you can't
get a dead man to tell you

how he got rid of
the gun that fast.

Thanks, Doc.

( somber theme playing)

( somber theme swells)

I suppose you've seen the
paper this morning, Steve.

I saw it.

It infers I shot and
killed an unarmed man.

I didn't.

We've had about 50 phone calls

into the office
already this morning,

maybe a dozen telegrams
from the neighbor islands.

About what?

Oh, what you'd expect.

Trigger-happy
cops, police brutality.

Is the district
attorney's office

gonna whitewash the case
because it was McGarrett?

What about the
three slugs he fired?

In a garage like that, John,

they could have
ricocheted almost anyplace.

They could be
embedded in a car tire.

They could've gone through
the open window of a car

and lodged in the upholstery.

A lot of cars in the
garage at that time.

We're trying to trace
them now, but it's not easy.

What about witnesses?

Have you any definite
statements from anyone

who saw Sullivan with a weapon?

One.

Well, at least that's
something. That's me.

This could turn into a
pretty lousy situation.

Mr. Drew was right
beside me all the time.

But as I said last
night, I was facing away.

I wish... I sincerely
wish I could say

I saw the man holding a
gun and firing at you, but I...

Why do you think I
pushed you down?

But you can say
that you heard shots.

You said so last night.

Yes, I did hear shots.

MANICOTE: Harvey,
that's very important,

especially if that
gun is not found.

The fact that more
than two shots were fired

is acceptable evidence
that the gun existed.

How many shots did you hear?

Was it more than two?

Oh, yes.

I can say clearly
and undeniably,

and under oath, if need be,

that more than two
shots were fired.

TOSAKI: Mrs. Sullivan,
Mr. Dominick Vashon.

Please, sit down, young lady.

Uh, I deeply appreciate
your agreeing to talk with me.

You don't say no

when Dominick Vashon
wants to see you.

To begin with,

I deeply regret the
death of your husband.

Thanks.

That cop had it in for Fred.

If there was any justice,
they'd nail him good.

What are you gonna do?

I heard on the TV
that the DA says

he believes McGarrett's story

about my husband firing first.

Now, how could he fire
first if he didn't have no gun?

Now.

The fuzz all stick
together, don't they?

Tell me, could you
make use of $5,000?

Five thousand?

What do I have to do for it?

Pay a short visit to the editor
of the Morning Telegraph.

I'll tell you what to
say when you get there.

MANICOTE: I don't know
where they dug her up, Steve,

but she's making a
three-handkerchief case.

All about how Sullivan
was a model prisoner

and how you tried
to louse up his parole.

Does it happen to mention
the fact that he was convicted

three times on the same offense?

Pushing junk to
high school kids?

That's why I tried to prevent
his getting paroled again.

No, but it says that somebody...

Somebody, implying
Five-0, of course.

Planted narcotics
in their apartment

and then staged a raid in
an attempt to throw them...

That's bull, John!
That's plain bull.

Nobody from Five-0
was near his apartment.

Steve, how did you
happen to leave the banquet

just at that time? When
you run into Sullivan?

Oh, I'm glad you asked.

I got this message from
the hotel switchboard

that Ben Kokua
needed me at the office.

Immediately. Urgent.
The message was a phony.

Now I'd like to ask you one.

How come Sullivan was in
that garage at that very moment?

According to her,
waiting for you.

You bet he was, with a gun.

She says no.

She says that he just
wanted to talk to you.

Yeah he, uh... He just wanted
to ask you to stop hassling him.

He read you'd be
at the banquet, and...

John, how could he know what
level my car was parked on?

You think he guessed
at that? Come on.

You don't believe any
of this stuff, do you?

No. No, of course not.

But listen, Steve,
we gotta face it.

Your version of what happened
cannot be substantiated.

Look, you and I believe in
only one thing, right? Facts.

Not assertions. Facts.

The fact is that Sullivan
fired at me three times.

The fact is that no gun
and no bullets can be found.

Harvey Drew heard the shots.

That's the only card you're
gonna have in your hand, Steve,

when it comes to
testimony on the stand.

Testimony?

(sighs)

I see.

You have to go
after the indictment?

What else can I do, Steve?

Not a thing. Do it.

Steve... John, you took an oath.

You realize the indictment
I'm gonna have to ask for?

Yeah.

Murder two.

Yeah, that's right.
Second-degree murder.

Go after it, John.
I want you to.

If there's even a
hint of a whitewash,

all that I've ever
stood for as a cop

will be wiped out.

No, no. I want
this trial. I need it.

Steve, the evidence
is formidable.

So is truth.

John, don't worry about it.

I'm prepared to
rely on due process.

There were two
slugs in Sullivan.

Harvey Drew heard more
than two shots fired at me first

before I returned the fire.

Now, that's self-defense,

and Harvey Drew is the original,

unimpeachable witness.

Do you think that anybody's
going to doubt the word

of Harvey Mathieson Drew?

No.

MAN (over TV): The
second-degree murder indictment

against Steve McGarrett...

Turn that thing up.

Has just been handed
down by a grand jury

meeting at this hour.

McGarrett's trial date has been
set for the 23rd of this month.

But despite Five-0's
exhaustive search,

no trace of the
weapon allegedly used

by the dead man was uncovered.

Yeah, that's right.

MANICOTE And do you
tell this court, Mr. Williams,

that you were absolutely unable

to discover even one bullet

of the ones allegedly
fired at Mr. McGarrett

by Mr. Sullivan?

That is correct.

MANICOTE: You had a
clear view of the elevator.

And you were there within
seconds of the door opening.

Now, sir, can
you tell this court,

did you at any time see a gun

in or near that elevator?

No, sir.

I didn't see a gun anyplace.

Thank you. No further questions.

Your Honor, the people rest.

JUDGE: Mr. Berman?

Your Honor, the defense
intends to call only one witness.

Mr. Drew,

how many shots
did you hear fired?

Two? More than two?

DREW: More than two.

How many more than two?

One more? Two more?

More than one.

Three? Four?

I'd say... I think three more.

You said you heard
five shots altogether,

two fired by Mr. McGarrett

and three more fired.

That's my recollection
of the incident, yes.

Thank you.

Cross-examine.

Mr. Drew, would
you tell us again

where this happened?

Why, in the garage
at the Ilikai Hotel.

In the garage. And,
Mr. Drew, in that garage,

were cars entering
and leaving it?

Well, I suppose there were, yes.

Cars in motion,

cars with their engines running.

There probably were, yes.

Mr. Drew, have you
ever heard the sound

of an automobile backfiring?

DREW: Yes.

Has the sound of an
automobile backfiring

ever seemed to you like
the sound of gunshots?

Well, there's a
similarity. Yes, of course.

Mr. Drew, can you
be absolutely certain

that those shots that
you say you heard,

those extra three shots,

those shots allegedly
fired from a gun,

the existence of which
cannot be proven,

can you be absolutely sure
that they were shots at all

and not the backfiring
of an automobile?

No.

( suspenseful theme playing)

No, I can't be absolutely sure.

They could have been
the backfiring of a car.

(crowd murmuring)

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Steve.

John, you did what you had to.

But, Steve, Drew,
your own witness,

he folded up.

Heh! Yes, he did, didn't he?

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the bailiff please bring
the verdict to the bench?

Thank you.

The defendant would please rise.

The defendant, Steven McGarrett,

is found guilty of murder
in the second degree.

Your Honor, I hereby
give oral notice of appeal.

Continued on bail
pending appeal.

Court's adjourned.

(gavel bangs)

I'm sorry, Steve.

We'll start again.
We'll beat this yet.

We'll do it again, boss.

We'll make the
appeal work, Steve.

We will, Steve.

Yeah, thanks, gentlemen.
I'll be all right. Thank you.

( ominous theme playing)

( ominous theme swells)

( mellow theme playing)

Did you want
something, McGarrett?

My house is for sale,

but, uh, I don't think
I wanna sell it to you.

I wouldn't want your house
even if I could afford it.

I wanna know why you
were in court yesterday.

To see justice done.

And did you?

To my complete satisfaction.

You've been found guilty of
murdering an unarmed man.

You've been
suspended from your job,

stripped of your
gun and your badge

and your right to
speed through the night

with blinking lights
and little boy's siren.

Yes, I would say
justice has been done.

Your kind of justice,

the frame, the
knife in the back.

My kind?

Ha! But I didn't convict you.

A jury of your peers did.

Did I sentence you?

A very respectable judge did.

A close friend prosecuted you,

your own men
testified against you.

And an honorable man
sat on the witness stand

and showed you to be
a liar and a murderer.

You know all about
that, don't you?

Oh, I've followed
the trial closely,

as did my son Honore.

We're both satisfied
with the result.

We've only one
regret, my son and I,

that my grandson,
Christopher Vashon,

will never know that his murder

has at last been avenged.

All right, you've told
me all I need to know.

McGarrett.

Not all.

I'm wondering if
you're looking forward

to spending a number
of years in prison,

the same prison
with my son Honore

and all the others
you've sent there.

I'm wondering how long

you think your sentence will be.

Five years, ten, 20?

I'm gonna tell you.

Until they find you dead
one morning in your cell.

( ominous theme playing)

( somber theme playing)

Thanks, Doc.

All yours, Steve.

Try and pretend you're
having a nice overdue vacation.

Thanks, Doc.

Nice place to
sweat out an appeal.

Hm.

Expecting a visitor?

Yes, I am.

Hello, John.

Guess you have
things to go over.

I'll get back to the lab.

Make yourself at home, Steve.

You did say no whitewash.

I sure didn't get
one, did I, John?

Okay, thanks for coming.

Well, when Danny told me
about that meeting with Old Nick,

I thought we'd
better get right at it.

What do you think?

MANICOTE: All right,
the points you raised.

A, is it possible Vashon
could have engineered

a conspiracy against you?

Yeah, that's possible.

B, those missing bullets.

Well, as you say, Steve...

Has to be blanks,
some kind of blanks.

Sound and no slugs.

Yeah, probably.

C, you've got to show at
least some possible way

that the gun could have
been made to disappear.

That's not easy.

No, I know it isn't.

Okay, what else?

But, Steve, even if
the mechanics of it

could all be worked out,

the testimony that
really convicted you,

that couldn't possibly
be part of the mechanics.

Harvey Drew.

Yeah, Harvey Drew.

He's the most respected
attorney in Honolulu.

You know, there's a movement
to run him for the U.S. Senate.

John's right, Steve. If
Old Nick set you up for this,

the key witness would have
to be somebody on his team.

Harvey Mathieson Drew?

Yeah, Harvey Mathieson Drew.

If I were Old Nick
setting this up,

who better than
Harvey Mathieson Drew

to drive the nails in my coffin?

Old Nick couldn't
just ask him to do it.

No, he wouldn't ask
him. He'd tell him.

To tell him, he'd
have to own him.

Possible, isn't it?

John... (sighs)

how do I stand legally?

I'm suspended.

Can I ask my staff
to do things for me?

Well, not exactly.

While you're a
convicted man, uh,

looking for new evidence
to overturn the verdict,

you can ask the authorities

to help you in
developing that evidence.

Okay, okay.

Gentlemen, from here on in,

I'm asking you for your help.

Chin, Harvey Mathieson Drew,

I wanna know all
about him. Dig deeply.

Now, if Drew does not cooperate,

can we get a court order
to go through his records?

I'll try.

Danno, Chin, Ben... the gun.

I wanna know what
happened to that gun.

We've gone through
that elevator thoroughly.

Now tear it apart.
Please, that is.

What do you think,
Chuck? Can it be done?

Thirty-five seconds? There's
only one way to find out.

Let's give it a try.
Okay, here we go.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Ready.

Go.

Shot.

Okay, Ben.

Chuck?

Was it a close call
getting the hatch closed

before these doors opened?

Had time to spare.
How much time?

Eight, maybe ten seconds.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

STEVE: With time to spare?

Right. From there
on in he's home free.

All he has to do is stay
on top of the elevator

until the coast is clear.

Then when everybody's gone,

he drops back down
into the elevator

and gets off at the fifth floor,

tenth floor, anywhere.
Walks away.

Yeah, and you say Chuck
did it with time to spare?

Eight or ten seconds,
he said. Why?

Danno, assuming I was supposed
to shoot Sullivan the way I did,

now, Old Nick could not
be sure I could kill him.

That's right, Old
Nick would figure

you would have tried to
disable him, not kill him.

Yeah, yeah, so he had to
make sure Sullivan was dead

so that Sullivan could
not link him to the shooting.

Now, what if the same man
who was supposed to nip down

and get Sullivan's gun

was also supposed to make sure

Sullivan was dead instantly?

There's no time for a pulse

or to hold a mirror
up to his mouth.

He had to do
something to him lethal

right then and there,
make sure he was dead

in case I hadn't killed him.

Doc did an autopsy.

Yeah, and both the
bullets were mine.

And one of them clearly might
have been the cause of death,

but he did not look for an
alternative cause, Danno.

No, we've gotta get that
body out of the ground

for another autopsy.

Thanks, Doc. Thanks.

You're a lifesaver,
and I mean that literally.

Ha-ha! Yeah, okay.

(phone clicks)

The guy we're looking for,

the one who rode the elevator.

He should be strong and agile,

operates like a cat burglar.

Well, add one
more characteristic.

Who do we know who's
capable of swift murder?

Could be two or
three guys, maybe.

Of course, they never use guns.

They like to work
quietly. Garrote, knife.

How about a needle?

Because Doc said
someone drove one 6 inches

into Sullivan's brain
through his left ear.

Now we know what to look for.

Okay, guys, get going, huh?

( ominous theme playing)

( ominous theme swells)

( mellow theme playing)

CHIN: We're trying
to locate Mr. Drew.

His secretary says
he's away on vacation.

She doesn't know
where to reach him,

but that you might know.

Well, of course I know.

But I'd just as soon
not disturb him.

Well, it's quite important
that we reach him.

Whatever it is,

I'm sure it'll keep for
another week. Goodbye.

( ominous theme playing)

Yeah?

We're looking for a cat burglar

that might have gotten very rich

very suddenly last week.

Who fits that?

Th-that's a funny one.

Make me chuckle.

Spider Brown.

One day he's in the Bean Pot

crying poor mouth in his beer.

A couple of days later,
he's wearing shiny shoes

and flashing an
inch of 10s and 20s.

Did he say where
he got the roll from?

That's where it stopped
being funny all of a sudden.

The name he mentioned,
you just don't kick around

if you want your health
for the rest of your life.

Three days later, no
more Spider Brown.

You're telling me he
disappeared? Zap?

I'm telling you, Spider is gone,

along with his shiny
shoes and stack of crispies.

What was the name he mentioned?

It's the one, like I say,
you just don't mention.

Joe, you never mentioned it.

You don't have to.

CHIN: We'd like to look at
his back appointment book

for the past year.

All his phone messages,
lists of visitors and clients,

all his bills, paid and unpaid,

and his cancelled checks
during the same period.

You got that, miss?

Yes, but why?

That's, uh, a court order.

Yes, but can't you tell
me what this is about?

Is that Mr. Drew's
office? SECRETARY: Yes.

When you get it all
together, bring it in there.

Nothing here you'd be
ashamed to show your mother.

Pays his bills, pays his taxes,

even answers
all his phone calls.

All but these.

"Raisbeck."

If he's a client, he
doesn't pay his fees.

No mention of him here.

Chin, this Raisbeck,

run him through
the H.P.D. computer.

Miss, did you take
these messages?

Yes. Mr. Raisbeck called
two or three times a day

for about five days.

And the only message
was to call back?

Yes, sir.

He's not a client. No.

Did he leave a number?

Well, every time I'd ask him,

he'd say that Mr. Drew
knew his number.

And you have no record of
Mr. Drew returning his calls?

No, sir, he never
did, not in the office.

Uh, you have a notation
here on incoming calls,

lists, uh, for the 13th
that Mr. Raisbeck called

when Mr. Drew was in.

Did Mr. Drew speak to him?

No, he didn't.

He, uh, told me
to tell Mr. Raisbeck

that he was out of town

and would call him
when he got back.

I've never known
Mr. Drew to do that before.

These calls, how
did Mr. Raisbeck

take Mr. Drew's refusal
to speak with him?

Well, at first he
sounded afraid,

up until this last
one on the 14th.

How did he sound then?

Angry, threatening.

CHIN: Danny?

DANNO: Thank you.

Anything?

Yeah, something.

Bobby Raisbeck,

possession sale of marijuana,

tried June 14th, convicted,

serving one to
five, Oahu Prison.

Maybe he just wanted a lawyer.

Well, he didn't get Drew.

No. According to H.P.D.,

he had to settle for
a public defender.

Chin, let's see where
this Bobby Raisbeck lives

when he's not doing time.

You gotta sell an
awful lot of grass

to pay these rents, Chin.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Raisbeck, Robert.

Block H, Cell 18.

Look up Honore Vashon, please.

Vashon's in Block H, Cell 20.

We never have to look
anything up on Honore Vashon.

We know.

Thank you.

DANNO: Steve, let
us lay this out for you.

This Bobby Raisbeck

lives in a $500-a-month
apartment on Palm.

He's got a closet full
of expensive clothes,

a chest of drawers
full of $25 sport shirts.

And no bank account.

We talked to the
manager of the building.

The rent's been paid
for a year in advance.

In cash.

Phone and
electricity turned off,

just, uh, sitting there.

But when they were on,

they were paid in cash also.

And you say this Raisbeck
has been in the clink

for eight months in the
same cellblock with Vashon?

He could be a relative

Drew doesn't want
anybody to know about.

He could be somebody
with something on Drew

that could ruin him
politically if it got out.

He could be, uh... what?

Well, it's time Drew told us.

(dialing)

Yeah, all right, Steve.
Yes, I'll do it right away.

Get me Harvey
Drew's home, please.

I wanna speak to Mrs. Drew.

This is Mrs. Drew.

John Manicote. Yes, how are you?

If you're looking for Harvey,

I'm afraid he's
still out of town,

and I really can't
give you his number.

He's still resting.

All right, Mrs. Drew. I'd
very much appreciate it

if you could reach
him wherever he is

and tell him I
have to talk to him

about Bobby Raisbeck.

Bobby Raisbeck.

Yes, Mr. Manicote, I
will call and tell him.

Goodbye.

John, I just got your message.

Please don't jump
to any conclusions...

My... MANICOTE: Harvey.

They made me come here.

Made you? Who made
you talk to Vashon?

Do you know what you've done?

I called you a hundred
times. You never called back.

You knew you weren't
to call me at the office.

I was in trouble.
DREW: That's your affair.

I told you not to count on me

in case you got in trouble.

I've got a career
to think about.

Not anymore.

McGarrett, this nephew of mine

has been a
headache ever since...

He's not your nephew,
Mr. Drew. We know who he is.

Our men have been
at his apartment,

or should I say yours?

We know the whole story.

Is this what you
wanted to do to me?

I got busted selling a
couple of joints to a guy,

and my dearest friend, the
biggest lawyer in Honolulu,

wouldn't even answer
the phone when I called.

You're getting what's
coming to you, you old queen.

Shut up!

(intercom buzzes, door opens)

Okay, Simpson. (door closes)

Take him out.

You gotta have friends
in a place like that.

You know what happens to you

if you don't have
friends, a guy like me?

After you let me down,

I had to have
someone on the inside.

They told me to talk to Vashon

and after that I'd have
all the friends I needed,

and I need friends.

Get him out of here.

(door opens, closes)

Jennifer and the children,

what happens to them?

I'm sorry for your wife
and children, Mr. Drew,

but you were ready to
burn me, weren't you?

Mr. McGarrett, I had to do
what Vashon told me to do.

Everything was at stake,

my practice, my life, my future.

It'd all be ruined.

So you perjured yourself
on the witness stand.

It's all ruined, anyway.

VASHON: I see. Thank
you for warning me, Tosaki.

Oh, I'm sure they're
on their way here now.

Too bad, huh?

We thought we
had a foolproof plan,

and we were wrong.

We're all entitled
to one mistake,

aren't we, mon ami?

At least McGarrett won't
enjoy his final triumph.

He will not arrest this
Vashon, I promise you.

So goodbye, and,
Tosaki, don't feel bad.

You served my son and
me with great devotion,

and we thank you, both of us.

Goodbye.

(doorbell rings)

You may show them in here.

I know why you're
here, McGarrett.

Then we won't have
to waste any time.

No, let's not do that. I
quite agree with you.

Careful, McGarrett.

It may only have
blanks in it again.

You wouldn't wanna kill
another unarmed man.

(gunshot) ( dramatic
theme playing)

( somber theme playing)

Call the wagon.

( somber theme swells)

( upbeat surf theme playing)