Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 3 - You Don't Have to Kill to Get Rich - But It Helps. - full transcript

( upbeat surf theme playing)

(machinery clacking)

MAN: And next, the
current list of potential clients

for Veritex service, all
presently here in Honolulu.

As always, we'll take their
files in chronological order,

first arrivals first.

Larry, you can begin.

"Cyrus H. Belding:

"credit rating: triple A,

"President, Belding
Steel, Youngstown, Ohio.

"Family controlled company,



"Episcopalian,
member of the vestry,

"married, three
children in the firm,

"active Republican, age 68."

Age factor, too
risky a variable.

I advise reject.

Agreed?

"Wallace H. Schuster,
"Dallas, Texas.

"Credit rating: triple A.

"First vice president
in line for the top.

"Tri-Oceanic, conglomerate.

"Assets: $1.6 billion.

"Married, two children,
Chamber of Commerce, deacon,

"aged 42."

Personality rating?



Um..."K-5."

How nice.

I'm for him.

And I know he's
going to do a lot for us.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry, you...

They always put too
many ice cubes in the glass,

and I was just...
Oh, that's all right.

Oh.

Um, you want this little cube?

No.

Would you like a cigarette?

Well, no, I don't smoke.

I... I may drink, little
lady, but I don't smoke.

Oh.

They're mighty pretty sandals.

I love leather.

American-made?

No, Marrakesh.

You mean you go
all the way to Morocco

just to get a little leather?

Isn't that why people travel,

to get what they
can't find at home?

(laughing)

If you ain't the brightest
and the prettiest?

(laughing)

(knock on door)

Come right on in.

(door opens)

(lock clicking)

I'll have the other bag
for you in just a shake.

Well, you're not the bellhop.

No, sir.

Mr. Schuster?

I'm here to sell you
some insurance.

(chuckles)

Well, I admire your
push and shove,

but you picked the wrong time.

Now, if I was gonna stay here
for a while... I like your style.

I'd give you a few
pointers on how to sell.

Mr. Schuster?

I'm selling something special:

blackmail insurance.

( dramatic theme playing)

Ben?

Urgent request
from Atlanta police.

"Telephoto accompany.

"Need all information re:
unknown female in photographs.

"Found in possessions of Atlanta
businessman Raymond Prideaux,

"recent suicide,
blackmail suspected.

"Prideaux in Hawaii on
business three months ago.

"Suspect girl Hawaii
acquaintance of Prideaux.

Please respond as
soon as possible."

( mysterious theme playing)

Three months ago.

Duke?

DUKE (over phone
): Yeah, Steve?

We had a suicide
here in Honolulu,

a mainlander, about
three months ago.

Uh, name of, uh,
Johnson or Johanson,

something like that, wasn't it?

Right. Albert Johanson.

As I remember it, we ran
into a dead end on that one,

but there was a
set of photographs

in his possession.

I'll send them in.

( mysterious theme playing)

Well?

BEN: The same... or twins.

McGARRETT: Know her?

(chuckles)

I know a lot of
them, but not her.

Okay. Telex Atlanta.
Tell them it's our turf.

Then start making some
ripples. Waves if necessary.

Let's see whose
boat gets rocked.

We need a make on her, Ben.

( suspenseful theme playing)

WOMAN: Lovely girl.

But sorry, Ben. I've
known you too long, Dollie.

You're lying. So are you, cop.

You really think I'm
setting you up for a bust?

Well, aren't you?

I'm on to something
else, Dollie, honest.

Miami.

A year ago.

Took a busman's holiday.

I was down there looking
around for some fresh faces.

And this one, a lot
of class. I liked her.

But she wasn't interested
in coming to Hawaii.

And you never saw
her here in Honolulu?

I never said that.

About four months ago,

I was downtown doing
some fancy shopping.

And there she
was, looking great.

I said to her, "As long
as you're here, honey,

why didn't you let me
fix you up real good?"

She just laughed and said,

"I've got all the connections
and contacts I need, and aloha,

bye-bye."

And you never saw her again?

And that's the truth.

WOMAN (over intercom
): United Airlines, flight 383

from Dallas to Chicago

now boarding at Gate 19.

(man coughs)

What's that woman got
to talk about so long?

Well, I could call
Inez for you if you...

No, I got time.

Are them the pictures?

Sam, I... I'm not sure I
oughta let you do this for me.

You got anybody else?

No.

No one I could even talk to.

It isn't the money,
Sam, every month.

You know that.
It isn't the money.

It's the feeling of being
owned, of somebody owning me.

That'll wreck me, Sam.

Now, you're a
family man like me.

You got Inez and the
boys, you understand.

I had to tell somebody
or I'd go crazy,

but I didn't think you'd
up and go after 'em.

It could be deep
trouble for you.

I'm indebted to you, Wally,

everything I got, you know that.

What was I in the
Army before we met?

Nothing but a country boy MP.

What was I when I got out?

Nothing but a private detective,

rolling around motel alleys
for them divorce dollars.

You gave me my
first industrial account,

set me up with all those
corporate retainers.

I'm indebted to you, Wally.

You're in trouble, boy.

I'm gonna get you out.

That's the truth.

WOMAN (over
phone): Tollivers'.

Inez, it's me, honey.

Sam. Oh, honey, you
didn't have to trouble,

I know you didn't mean it.

It would have bothered me.

I... I'm... I'm sorry to have
come down on you so hard.

Sam Tolliver, but I
know you didn't mean it.

It's just I hate to go away
when one of the boys is sick.

And I... I guess I'm
feeling guilty or something,

so I came down on you, honey.

Don't you worry, darling.

He's feeling better already.

Now, you just keep
your mind on your work,

and we'll be here for you
when you come. Hear?

I hear you, honey.

Bye.

Bye, Sam.

(smooches)

I hear you talking to Inez,

and I think about
Betty and all we've got.

Wasn't very bright, Sam.

No, you weren't.

I'm telling you, Sam,

you can't imagine how
smooth, how casual...

Why, they knew
everything, Sam, everything.

What investments
I carry, my portfolio,

even when that hymn-singing
old coot's gonna step down

in my favor.

They told me that if I was
late with one payment, just one,

they'd send them.

First picture to Betty,

then the second
one to my pastor,

and the third...

WOMAN: Last call, flight 383,

leaving Gate 19 for Chicago.

This is the last
call. No more time.

Just listen: I never made
a promise I couldn't keep.

I'm gonna get you
out of this mess.

You hear?

I got my credentials.

I'm a big, rich businessman.

I'm gonna make the
same stops you did:

Chicago, San Francisco.

I got my reservation for
Hawaii just like you did.

And I'm gonna get 'em, Wally.

I'm gonna get 'em good.

You believe me?

Yeah. All right.

One more thing, you gotta
keep paying them the money

until you hear from me.

I gotta have time to
figure things out, okay?

(chuckling)

You're a real friend, Sam.

Hey, Sam Tolliver
no longer exists,

at least not for a while.

Now, you remember that.

WOMAN: If you care
to have a seat, sir,

your car will be ready
in just a few moments.

( ominous theme playing)

(sighs)

Let's see, the light
source is from here,

so that would indicate a window.

Maybe here.

Of course.

Of course, it's the purse.

The special camera
is in the purse.

Suppose there was a
highboy here, or a dresser.

Now, the purse is rigged
with an aperture for the lens.

Somebody has to prepare
that camera and purse

and set up special film.

Yeah, well that's
your job, Chin.

Mr. Arthur Jackson?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey,

I was, uh... Was into my work.

Now, here's your confirmation,
and your car is waiting outside

in the loading zone.

Good.

Now I won't have to hitch.

(chuckles)

Danno, check with the
security people at the hotels.

Some local girl comes
in two or three times

with a mainland haole,
maybe they'll remember.

Right.

Ben, somebody
develops those films.

Probably somebody
with his own darkroom,

but check the
borderline labs, anyway.

And, uh, have the
girl's picture run off.

Every, uh, patrol car,
every plainclothes man,

every bar, restaurant,
and saturate it.

(inaudible speech)

( mellow theme playing)

Oh, darn.

(chuckles)

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I burn so easily.

Would you mind?

Not at all.

Mm, that's so helpful.

(moans)

You here alone?

No, with a friend.

Well, should have known.
A pretty girl like you.

(giggling)

Maria, come here, honey.

(both chuckle)

Hey, you.

See? You're luckier
than you think.

(chuckling)

( dramatic theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

DOC: About three,
four days underwater.

Same day we got the telex
about the suicide in Atlanta.

Cause of death?

She was drowned.
Lungs full of water.

Che take her prints?

Yeah, Karen Bell,
24, Orlando, Florida.

No record. What
about the chief on Maui?

Anything? DANNO:
She's not known there.

Figures she was, uh,
dumped in the channel.

Wouldn't have been found
except she drifted a little.

Weights must have gotten
caught in the black coral reefs.

If the local boys hadn't
been diving for coral,

she might not be found yet.

McGARRETT: The
trouble they went to...

Take her out to the channel,
between Maui and Lanai.

Okay, let's kick off
with what we know.

Two tourists, both
suicides, same girl.

So far she's the operative.

Yeah, so far. But with
one big question mark:

Two men from different
parts of the mainland

here for a short stay.

How could one girl set them
both up for picture sessions,

probably blackmail, know all
about them, their backgrounds,

so forth, all by her lonesome?

Somebody else, um,
pulling the strings?

Maybe so, but why kill the girl?

She was doing
all right for them.

Unless whoever's
pulling the strings

has a flock of Karen Bells.
A bunch of operatives.

Meaning what?

That you could knock
off one girl and not feel it?

Well, otherwise why would...?

(sighs)

It doesn't make any sense.

No, no, don't back down, Danno.

I'm with you.

You mean that a
flock of Karen Bells,

one could be expendable?

But still, why kill her?

Okay. Let's go back.

What do we know about
her that we're sure of?

Well, she's in both
sets of pictures,

two tourists, both suicides.

Well, that's it. Both suicides.

That means a
police investigation.

Of course, suddenly she's
a liability and not an asset.

Right, right.

So after Johanson,

the first, uh, suicide
here in Honolulu,

her string-puller says,

"Get out of sight, beat it."

Figuring that her face
is in the photographs

in Johanson's possession,

and maybe the
police have got them.

The second suicide:
Atlanta, photographs,

uh, same face turns up again,

well, she's gotta go.

Hold it.

Too far, too fast.

A guy knocks himself
off on the mainland,

Atlanta, Georgia,

and this girl's boss
here in Honolulu

knows about it right away?

Nobody gets information
that fast, unless...

Unless... yeah?

Unless what, Ben?

It was such a big
operation, huge.

Operatives all over the country.

But is it possible?

Maybe that's the only
answer that is possible.

Guy commits suicide in Atlanta,

Atlanta police contact us.

They, her employers,

get the information
almost the same time.

They have her
killed professionally.

(sighs)

Takes a big operation
to do business like that.

(sighs)

Take a look at that telex
and the information we had

on the first suicide here.

Now, both were wealthy
businessmen from the mainland.

Both were people with
images to preserve at home.

Both sitting ducks, wide open.

Yeah, in other words,
Karen Bell's employers

must have advance,

full and very detailed
personal information

about these sitting ducks,

even before they step off
the plane here in Honolulu.

That again takes
big organization.

It also takes an organization

with the latest in
communications, telex,

telephoto, computers.

That would follow, if
our assumption is correct.

That's probably what we're
up against, something big,

something new...

and something ruthless.

All right, let's follow our
logic where it leads us.

Danno, I wanna know
every company on this island

that uses telex communications.

( mysterious theme playing)

Mr. Jackson.

Arthur Jackson.

Right.

Mr. Jackson, I'm
selling insurance.

(chuckles dryly)

Anybody dressed like
you are in this hot climate

had better take out insurance.

Blackmail insurance.

( dramatic theme playing)

Would you like to, uh,

discuss this matter
out here in the open?

I thought not.

I think, uh, your
room might be better.

Don't you?

MAN: Via Telstar.

We have a satellite
over each ocean.

DANNO: Suppose one of
these companies here in Honolulu

is getting a message.

MAN: From the
mainland? DANNO: Yes.

MAN: By cable from the sender:

Chicago, Cleveland, wherever,

to the computer
bank in New York.

From there to Intelsat
4, over the Pacific,

picked up right here in
Honolulu on that radar dish.

And telephone lines to
subscriber companies.

We're down to 79 companies.

Uh, they've got
well over a thousand,

but most of them
are obviously okay.

Yeah.

Most of these will
probably work out too,

but let me know when
you're down to a handful.

Will do.

LARRY: Hey, Mr. Jackson,

don't take it so hard.

You won't miss the monthly
installments we're asking.

For life?

A thousand a month?

Yeah, you won't miss it.

Your career hasn't even peaked.

You're still going up
in the business world.

Or, uh, wasn't my
information accurate?

Oh, it was accurate
all right, and...

And... And... And
very complete, but I...

I'm terribly sorry, I...
I can't oblige you...

sonny.

Uh... Uh, Mr. Jackson, uh...

Aren't you being a little hasty?

I mean, sure... Sure
you've got a gun, but, uh,

you know you can't use it.

Why not?

What's...? What's the point?

I mean, you... Well,
you pull the trigger...

I kill you.

(sniggering)

That's just the point.

Look, there's security
police all over the hotel.

You'd be exposed.

Look, even... Even if
you destroy the photos,

my... My people still
have the negatives.

Hey, you don't... You
don't understand, boy.

(stammering)

It's Larry. You don't
understand, Larry boy.

This gun ain't
meant to kill you.

This gun is meant to keep your
rotten hands off this machine.

Nice of you to take that
seat I offered you, Larry boy.

Videotape?

My own little picture show.

Nice little story
courtesy of Larry, uh...

Toba.

Larry Toba.

Now, I need just one more little
thing to finish my picture show,

Mr. Toba boy.

The name of your organization...

and the head man.

Listen to me, Larry,
now listen good.

From now on, I own you.

You understand?

I... own... you.

If I send that tape to the
police, which I might do,

your goose is cooked.

If I send that tape
to the head man,

you're a double-cooked goose.

And I might do that too.

So you need me.

You understand that, Larry?

Huh?

Now, finish my picture show.

What's the name
of your organization?

Who's the head man?

Veritex. Speak up.

Veritex.

The... The chairman of
the board is William Speer.

That's a good boy.

Get up.

What you gonna do now?

Well, I'm gonna get dressed.

And then we're going for a walk.

Just you and me alone, friend.

First off, mail this
off for safekeeping.

To whom?

(chuckles)

And then we're gonna
go on up to old Veritex.

No, no, no, no. No, I...

And you're gonna introduce me

to the chairman of the board.

MANICOTE: You know,
we've never done this before.

Tapping a telex.

I think you've
got a first, Steve.

Well, I'm not dancing
for joy about the honor.

Are you sure you'll
need five court orders?

We started with over a
thousand subscribers.

Most of them checked
out quickly as legitimate.

Freight orders,
sales, and so forth.

But those five,

the nature of their
business is vague.

What about the warrants to let
us monitor their home phones?

John, we're dealing
with murder and blackmail

on a massive scale.

Judge Kalehei's
orders are strict.

If you zero in on
one, okay, but not five.

I wish he could see
what I saw at the morgue.

A 24-year-old girl,

found her in the Maui
channel at 30 fathoms.

That old codger
sure makes it tough.

Yes?

LARRY: Is he in?

It's urgent.

Mr. Speer?

Larry Toba has to see you.

Immediately.

SPEER: Send him in.

Send in Mr. Arthur
Jackson, please.

I understand we have a problem.

We don't, you do.

You're not Arthur
Jackson, are you?

That's right, I'm not.

And that's only one of
your problems, Mr. Speer.

You buy everything
that computer tells you.

And it's only a
piece of hardware.

Well, if you're not
Arthur Jackson,

what shall I call you?

Call me...

partner.

( dramatic theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

SAM: Twenty-five percent.

Now, that ain't
so greedy, is it?

Mm, thank you.

(grunts)

I aim to work for it.

Never been the kind of man
to take something for nothing.

Always deliver.

And I got an idea there's, uh...

quite a great deal of
inefficiency around here,

like taking the word of
that computer about me.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I got a feeling I could
raise the performance level

around here, oh,
half again as much.

So my asking for 25 percent
of the profit ain't so bad now,

is it?

Would you care to tell us

a little bit about
yourself before we, uh...?

I'm a man on the
rise, Mr. Speer.

Like, uh, Mr. Arthur Jackson.

A man on the rise,
seizing his opportunity,

like they teach you in those
fancy business schools.

Only I gotta do
this in my own way

on account I... I
never been to none.

And my own way is
hard work, pile right in.

So the... The sooner you
show me the ropes around here,

the sooner I can
make my contribution.

The ropes?

Now, exactly what
did you have in mind?

Oh, the office layout,

your contacts on the
mainland, like that.

And the negatives,

they aren't here, you know?

(laughing): Oh, no.

I'm aware of that, Mr. Speer.

Mm, the man who
has those negatives

has the whole works, right?

So I didn't figure I'd see
'em lying around here, no, sir.

(chuckling)

Anyway, uh, I don't need 'em.

That videotape's my insurance.

You got the negatives,
I got the videotape.

We got ourselves a system
of checks and balance,

Mr. Speer.

Now, listen, you folks,

I realize that I laid a kind
of surprise on you folks.

Y'all need time to deliberate.

No rush.

Just so long as
somebody calls me

when you've made your decision.

Mm!

Ol' Larry here saw me
mail off that videotape.

So if anybody's entertaining any
idea of some harm coming to me

or my friend Larry there,

that old tape gets
routed right to the police.

Now that wasn't nice or
necessary of me to say,

but I'm just a crude
old country boy.

(tapping)

See you around.

Mr. Williams, they're tapped in.

These are now
slaves to the machines

right inside those
five companies.

They'll operate when
the parent machines do.

DANNO: Steve, got a breakthrough
on our Veritex. Listen to this:

The first one's a credit
checkout, straight and simple,

but using code so it fooled us.

Yeah. Go on.

The second, I think
we got a bonus.

What kind of bonus?

A bookmaker we never knew about.

Good. That's two off the list.

The, uh, third
one deals in gold.

Gold? Nothing else? Just gold?

You deal in gold, and apparently

you don't have to
deal in anything else.

Fourth one's going
out of business.

Deep financial
troubles it looks like,

but the fifth baby, Veritex...

Yeah? Veritex.
What about Veritex?

What's coming over?

What we've been looking for.

Nothing put full personal
and financial reports

on dozens and dozens
of incoming tourists.

All rich?

All rich, respectable...
And sitting ducks.

Good work, Danno.

Good work.

Veritex, huh?

Okay, I'll call
Manicote right away.

If he can't get me
court permission

for blanket phone taps on every
employee, board member, contact,

I'll drag in the governor.

Now, he says he
wants 25 percent.

Anybody believe that?

I don't.

I say 25 percent on
the way to a hundred.

Now, any guesses as
to why he's so hungry?

Just an impression.

He served the big boys
for so long, he hates them.

A smiling server.

Ready for his own big killing.

Do you, uh, read him as a
loner or someone who uses help?

I read him as a professional.

Alone when possible,
uses help if he has to.

And he'd know where to get it.

And his next move for the
negatives and to eliminate me.

Or vice versa.

If that's the only way
to get the negatives.

Don't touch that.

What we need now are specifics.

What is his training?

What's his vulnerability,
and what's his background?

I want you to take the
prints off of this ashtray

and have a telephoto
ready to send immediately

with the message I'm about to
dictate to our Dallas contacts.

Sit, please.

Where our friend, Arthur
Jackson began his journey...

"Note: Urgent.

"Request real
identity, Arthur Jackson

"staying Hawaiian Regent Hotel.

"Not Arthur Jackson of Dallas.

"Repeat. Not Arthur Jackson.

"Prints accompanying
this message.

"About 38, 6 feet,
dark wavy hair.

"Has or affects Western accent.

Chairman requests urgent
A-1 priority this matter."

Steve?

Here it is out of Washington.

"Sam Tolliver, private
investigative agent,

Industrial Accounts,
Dallas, Texas."

So those prints belong
to a private investigator.

What's a private investigator
doing with Veritex?

Wonder why he didn't
tell us he was here?

( mysterious theme playing)

(phone ringing)

Arthur Jackson here.

SPEER (on phone):
Good evening, Mr. Jackson.

Hope I'm not
disturbing anything.

SAM: No, not at all.

In fact I'd be more
disturbed if you hadn't called.

Thought over my proposition?

Yes. Very thoroughly.

I now feel we're
ready to do business.

Good.

You won't regret that.

No sirree, you won't
regret that one bit.

When would you
like to get together?

Well, how's tomorrow
morning at 10?

At my place on the beach?

Your place at the beach?

I'm sure Larry
told you about that

when he told you
about the negatives.

That's right.

Larry told me everything.

SPEER: Well, see
you in the morning then.

Good night.

SAM: Goodbye.

(phone clicks)

(phone dialing)

Operator.

I wanna place an overseas
call. Chicago, Illinois.

That's right, honey, Chicago,
like in all those old movies.

OPERATOR: We have your
party on the line, Mr. Jackson.

SAM: Cal?

CAL: Who's calling?

Sam T. I'm in Honolulu.

Wasn't sure.

These overseas
calls ain't the clearest.

What are you doing there, Sam?

For your health or business?

Business. Serious business.

Okay. What do you need?

Name of a doctor, Cal.

I got a friend who's very
sick, might be terminal.

Ah, you're gonna need the best.

I can fly out a very
capable specialist.

No time, Cal.

I need a local man. Got
any recommendations?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Don Makala.

He's good. I got the
number here, just a minute.

Yeah, uh, 589-0589.

Got it.

No sweat.

Glad to help your sick friend.

Bye.

He phoned Makala twice.

No answer. Then he got him.

He's gonna see the guy, um,
in an hour at Makala's place.

An hour.

An hour's time enough.

A private investigator making
some kind of deal with Veritex,

then hiring a killer?

Maybe he's acting for a
client who's being blackmailed.

Or maybe he's a part of the
Veritex operation in some way.

Yeah. Well, in any case,
that's what we need, a way in.

Okay, let's go.

(buzzes)

MAN: Who's there?

SAM: Sam T.

Come on in.

Sure.

( dramatic theme playing)

The job pays 10 grand.

For a hard squeeze, maybe a hit.

I suppose you wanna
know who your mark is.

No.

I wanna know who you are.

I'm the man paying you.

I'm clean and I'm good.

There's not a police mark on me.

That's because I always know
exactly who I'm working for.

Fifteen grand.

What the hell do you wanna know?

Your operation.

What's that gotta do with you?

It tells me whether you're
living in a coconut tree or not.

Whether I want your job or not.

(chuckles)

Cal said you were the best.

He didn't say you
were also smart.

You got a real plush
future with me if you want it.

BEN: You said nothing
about the present.

Fair enough.

Does Veritex mean
anything to you?

You tell me.

Blackmail.

On a real big scale.

Fella heads it up shouldn't.

I should. I think I got
more brains than he has.

But he has the negatives on
them folks he's blackmailing.

After tonight, I'll have them.

What do you got on him?

Confession about
the entire operation,

from the boy that he sent
to put the squeeze on me.

I came on like a real
rich tourist, you know.

I turned the tables on them.

And I had a videotape
machine taking it all down.

He's willing to
give up 25 percent.

But I think I can get it all.

With your help.

Okay.

Good. When?

He's expecting me
at his beach house

about 10 tomorrow morning.

I think we should get
there before dawn.

He'll be sound asleep,
his defenses down good.

I need a whole layout.

I got it.

He's a bachelor.

Got a real nice image for
himself up and down that beach.

Just a quiet
businessman living alone.

He's got a servant

living in that wing out there.

He's got a cook
comes in every morning,

leaves after dinner.

No dogs, no electric
gates, no alarms.

Nothing.

Just Mr. Nice.

You don't think
this is too open?

Too inviting?

Like, uh, come into my parlor?

Maybe.

But I think I've
taken all his cards.

I think I'm ready
for anything he's got.

BEN: Who gave you the layout?

SAM: Same boy who
gave me the confession.

I got it all on videotape.

I own it, I own him.

You in?

When?

Tonight.

You said that.

I got some getting ready to do.

When do we meet? We've met.

That's my policy.
I never change it.

Always stick with the man
I'm gonna do a serious job with.

From the time I tell him
to the time the job is done.

Just like the Army.

Get to be a real
team, real fast.

Now, I think I'll have
that drink you offered me.

( ominous theme playing)

Never without it.

(chuckles)

Insomnia?

No.

Actually, I'd planned a
little surprise for you later on

this morning, but I can
give it to you right now.

I'm sorry.

No personal calls permitted.

Uh, the call was not for
my benefit, Mr. Tolliver.

The call was for your benefit.

Call your home, Mr. Tolliver.

In Dallas.

At my expense of course.

Unless you'd like me to
get the number for you.

I do know it,

even the names of your two sons.

( phone ringing)

INEZ: Hello?

Inez, honey.

Are you all right?

Sam? Where are you?

Sam, there's two men here.

They've got guns on
me and the boys. Sam...

Inez? Honey... They
say it's up to you.

What do they mean, Sam?

That's my surprise,
Mr. Tolliver.

Two of my men are guarding them,

but your family's safe
and in good health.

If anybody hurts my family...

Now, the sooner they
don't have to look at my men

and those guns, the
better for your family,

don't you agree, Mr. Tolliver?

It's very easily done.

Where's the videotape of Larry?

At my hotel.

I mailed it to myself.

May I ring for my houseboy?

What for?

Why, to go with you for
the tapes, Mr. Tolliver.

The sooner I get them,

the sooner your wife
and children go free.

Will you kindly ask your
man here to put away his gun?

If you try to force me to
call my men at your home,

Mr. Tolliver, I must warn you,

I have a code
arrangement with them.

Now, it will sound as if
I'll be doing your bidding,

but actually I will be
ordering them to kill

every member of your family.

(knock on door)

Come in, Philip.

Yes, Mr. Speer?

I have an errand
for you, Philip.

I'd like you to go into
town with Mr. Tolliver here.

Yes, sir.

Shall I open the drapes?

SPEER: Might as well.

Oh, I have a feeling it's
going to be a lovely day.

Come on. Let's go. I wanna
get those men out of my house.

Your hands above your head.

Quick. Up.

Mr. Speer, this is
Ben Kokua of Five-0.

SPEER: Is that so?

Philip is usually right
about these things.

Mr. Speer?

This microphone is picking
this all up. Shall I bust it?

No, no, no.

I'm sure it's Mr. McGarrett
at the other end, and I...

I need to stay
in touch with him.

Mr. McGarrett?

Unless you want your
man dead, please reply.

Yeah, I'm here.

SPEER: I have my cruiser
and crew standing by offshore.

In a moment, I'm going
to walk out of my house.

My man will have a
gun to Mr. Kokua's head.

Now, you may get
one or the other of us,

but Mr. Kokua will be a dead
man before you get us both.

What do you want?

SPEER: I wanna go to my launch.

Then Mr. Kokua will
be set free, unharmed.

On the beach.

After that I'll take my
chances with the coast guard.

Did you read me?

Yeah, I read you, Speer.

Well?

If anything happens
to Ben Kokua, anything,

we're not gonna wait
for the coast guard.

I'll blow you out
of the water myself.

You read me?

I read you, Mr. McGarrett.

Take your walk.

This is Mr. Speer.

Prepare to weigh
anchor in two minutes.

We're on our way.

( tense theme playing)

Speer!

DANNO: Freeze!

It's up to you.

Do you trust him to make
the phone call to your home?

Dallas police,
Danno, get 'em on it.

Ben, this one's
under arrest too.

Old country boy blew one, huh?

I'd hate to be there
when you try to explain

to your kids you did
it all for their sake.

Book him, Ben.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme swells)

( upbeat surf theme playing)