Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 6 - Fools Die Twice - full transcript

( upbeat surf theme playing)

What did...? What did I do now?

I told you I got some
businesspeople coming in here.

You're stalling...
and I want you out.

Jack...

why do you say
things like that to me?

I'm a person like anybody else.

You know what you
are? You're nothing.

You're zip. You're zero.

(sobbing): I... I
don't need this.

Hey, Lana.



You don't have to believe
this, but I really do like you.

Yeah. I like you. I really do.

Yes, sir, baby, I like you.

( engine starts)

Manny, license number 2M-4558.

I wanna know who,
what and where.

I'll call you back in an
hour. You owe me one.

In an hour.

JACK: Ten-thirty,
last run-through.

When you leave this
room, it's zero and action.

Kira.

KIRA: That's a PX on the left,
officers' quarters on the right,

paymaster in the middle.

JACK: Johnny?



JOHNNY: Helicopter pad,
due north of the officers' mess.

Army copter touches down
at 3, I take her off at 3:20.

Good. By the numbers. Kira.

KIRA: Two-thirty,
working on the road.

Mac? MAC: Twenty to 3.

Knock over the PX delivery
truck and the two guys.

JACK: Kira?

KIRA: Ten to 3.

Mac's driving,
Johnny in the back.

We show the ID passes to the MP.

Here are your passes.

( ominous theme playing)

(engine starts)

MAN (on phone): Hello? Yes?

What's the name of the ship?

(in Russian accent
): SS Mitlovski.

Six miles offshore. What
time you will deliver?

Noon tomorrow. No later.

One thing.

It has come to our attention

you are also
dealing with Chinese.

Yeah. So?

We are not supermarket.

You are not free
customer, shopping all over.

You understand?

Better think of the money
you will have coming to you.

Hm-hm. Money? Friend,
would you like to know the truth?

I may deliver to
you for nothing.

Just for my own
pleasure. (chuckles)

How about that?

(hangs up)

( ominous theme playing)

JACK (on tape): Just listen,
McGarrett. Don't interrupt.

I'm only gonna say this once.

At 3 this afternoon,
there's gonna be a hit.

( bird screeching)

A hit... so big it'll
rock this island.

If you're interested,
be at your desk at 2:30.

That's when you'll receive
my next instructions.

(clicks off)

At 3 this afternoon,
there's gonna be a hit.

( bird screeching)

A hit... so big it'll
rock this island.

Can we hear the
first call from the top?

(clicking)

Just listen, McGarrett.
Don't interrupt.

I'm only gonna say this once.

At 3 this afternoon,
there's gonna be a hit.

( bird screeching)

A hit... so big it'll
rock this island.

If you're interested,
be at your desk at 2:30.

That's when you'll receive
my next instructions.

And McGarrett, heh-heh,
if you think I'm a crank...

( bird screeches) you
fit this in your sights.

Think about the three
automatic rifles somebody lifted

from Camp Keverly a month ago.

I couldn't have read about
it in the papers, could I?

It wasn't released to
the papers, now, was it?

( chuckles)

(clicks off)

(phone rings)

McGarrett.

JACK (on phone):
McGarrett? Get this.

You're late. What?

You said 2:30.
It's past that time.

You get the point? You're not
so sharp as you think you are.

(bird screeches)
You trying to bug me?

Oh, yeah. It won't work.

Now, listen. You're going
to the old battery on Route 7.

A... Are you sure
you're planning right?

( bird screeching
) I-if the hit is at 3,

it's gonna take us at least
25 minutes to get out there.

Yeah, but you're gonna
make it in 20. Twenty.

When you get there,
it'll all be clear to you.

And on the chance that
you're too stupid to figure it out,

I'll make my next call
to you exactly at 3.

Now, arrange to have my
call transferred to your car.

Oh, yeah. There's
one thing, McGarrett:

watch the birdie.

"Watch the birdie?"

( clicks, line buzzes)

Well, he needs us for something.

What does he need us for?

Three cars. Ben, have
Duke get us a blue and white,

two more men. Let's go.

( ominous theme playing)

(honking)

(honking)

I... I'm sorry.
It's okay, buddy.

Just move the sawhorse over...

(keys typing)

(whistle blows)

(all playing upbeat march)

(brakes screeching)

(birds chirping)

Well, it's five to 3.

(helicopter blades whirring)

"Watch the birdie?"

The payroll copter
for Camp Keverly.

That's crazy.

OFFICER (on radio): Central
Dispatch to McGarrett. Come in, Car 1.

Central Dispatch to
McGarrett. Come in, Car 1.

McGarrett.

Here's your call.

Yeah, put him on.

JACK (on phone): It's
ridiculous, isn't it, McGarrett?

Trying to rob an Army payroll,

when they haven't
paid in cash for years.

Who could be that stupid?

For one... Kira Johnson.

Surely you remember
Kira, McGarrett.

You put him away twice.

Watch out for him. He's
armed, and if he's caught...

well, he's a lifer.

So long, McGarrett.

We've been had,
bruddah. Let's go.

(tries screeching)

(sirens blaring)

(engine starts)

(sirens blaring)

On the floor. Move.
Shut the door.

Four million bucks.
We've got it...

Count it later.
Finish your tying.

I've never seen four million
bucks before, so kiss off.

KIRA: I'm warning you, oh, boy.

Now, do your work or I
take it out of your hide,

one way or another.

Hey, what's this? Paper?!

Where's the cash?

(sirens blaring)
Where's the cash?!

(car doors close)

McGARRETT (on bullhorn): You men in
the paymaster's office. You're surrounded.

Police.

Kira Johnson, if it's
you in there, give up.

This is McGarrett. You
haven't got a chance.

Nobody has me like this. Nobody!

(gunfire)

(gunfire in distance)

(grunting)

(bullets ricocheting)

(gunfire in distance)

(grunts)

I'm... I'm hit! I'm hit!

I'm hit! Uh...

Uh... I'll do anything.
I-I'll fly the copter.

But no more shooting.

No more shooting!

(grunting)

Inside, are you coming out,
or are we coming in for you?

KIRA: McGarrett?!

Yeah, I hear you.

Coming out!

With hostages!

You want me?!
You gotta get them!

Hold your fire.

Danno, go.

Danno?

Unless you've got
him clear in your sights,

don't squeeze it off.

Don't shoot! Hold on.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

(cocks)

KIRA: Well, do I kill 'em now...

or do I take that helicopter?

(birds chirping)

Take it.

Move.

McGARRETT: Let 'em pass.

( slow, tense theme playing)

(engine starts)

(cries out)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(bird screeching,
machine pounding)

(grunting)

(plane flying overhead)

(sirens blaring)

( dramatic theme playing)

He's still alive.

I don't know how.
The man's a sieve.

We counted four bullet
entries, front and back.

Is he conscious? Can he talk?

Just a matter of
time. Comatose now.

Chin, put a man on his door.

No word to the press.
Nurses around the clock.

Now, if he comes to, if
he says anything at all,

I want it written down,

and I want to be
called immediately.

(grunts)

Can you breathe all right?

Can you breathe all right?

You hungry? You thirsty?

You're too fat,
you're too heavy.

You won't be in here too long.

The fools at the Pentagon
do what I ask, not long at all.

But you never know
about them, do you?

You're valuable
to them... today.

Today.

Dr. Frank Clapton...
civilian chief...

computer code programming...

Pacific and Asian theaters.

You're the only
one to be trusted

to do what you're
doing, isn't that right?

Big man.

You change the codes,
you devise new ones.

They love you.

Man, they love you.

Today.

Today. Don't they?

I mean, you're the best...
Best kind of American.

What about this
time next year, doc?

What if the winds shift again?

And what if somebody...

What if somebody, doc, says, uh,

"You're a little too gung ho.

"You take the rules

"a little too seriously.

"You endangered lives.

"There's no room at all.

"There's no room at
all for guys in the Army

who want to win wars."

So they ease you out.

Just...

promise you a big, fat,
lousy civilian desk job.

You know, so you
won't raise a stink.

You take it out on
your wife and your kids.

You take it out... on
your little children.

The wife that loves
you. Until they leave you.

They fly away. They just
take off. They run. Hm?

What about that, Dr. Clapton?

Hm?

Think about it.

Forget your codes, Dr. Clapton.

Forget your codes.

Look for the shifting wind.

Hope you're not
afraid of the dark.

Hm.

Every man and woman who
left the base after the holdup

is on this list.

Civilians on one side,
Army personnel on the other.

All right, Chin. I wanna
know everything about them.

Every move.

Everything they carried
out of the Army base...

Mr. McGarrett. Yes, colonel?

You know that
Dr. Clapton is top-secret,

crypto clearance.

We shouldn't do
anything that might

frighten off his abductors.

Colonel, A...

we haven't heard
from his abductors.

B, we're not out
to frighten them off.

C, we're cops. We're
not built to stand still.

You understand that?

All right, Chin, start
running 'em through here.

(machine thumping)

(bird screeching)

( bird screeching,
machine thumping)

You set up that dead-end
holdup, didn't you?

JACK (on phone):
It worked, didn't it?

Pragmatically speaking,
isn't that what counts?

It worked. And I've
got him, McGarrett.

What are the terms?

A million dollars.

Or he goes to a
not-so-friendly government.

A million dollars. Now, listen.

That's not ransom.

It's... It's... compensation.

For me.

If there's something,
uh, bugging you...

If it's not the money...

If it's a grievance of some kind

why don't you lay it on
me? Maybe I can help.

Thanks a lot.

Now, listen, let's get
back to the money.

Where do we drop the cash?

You don't drop the cash.

Diamonds.

Diamonds? Well, that's a first.

Where do we get a million
in diamonds on this island?

Vandervort's. They have them.

Believe me, I know.

You've got until 9, McGarrett.

Nine tomorrow night?

Tomorrow morning.

Well, what if I can't get...

No ifs. Tell Washington.

A million in diamonds,
9 tomorrow morning.

These are my orders,
McGarrett. Period.

Now, just a
second. I'd like to...

( hangs up)

(clicks button) Jenny?

JENNY (on intercom): Yes, sir?

Get me Jonathan
Kaye on the red line.

But it's the middle of
the night in Washington.

Wake him.

(clicks buttons)

Ben?

BEN (on intercom): Yes?

Check, uh, ship-to-shore.

Any incoming phone
calls to this number

in the last few minutes.

And call Vandervort.

See if there have
been any inquiries

about large purchases
of diamonds recently.

Right.

(clicks button)

(clicks button)

JACK (on tape): No
ifs. Tell Washington.

A million in diamonds,
9 tomorrow morning.

Those are my orders,
McGarrett. (bird screeches)

Period.

That voice familiar
to you in any way?

His phraseology, he
could be a GI, huh?

Ex-GI? Maybe an officer?

Anything?

Whatever he's doing
to disguise his voice

is working like a charm.

Voiceprint is useless.

But that screech.

They say it's a... A bird.

Tern of some kind.

Oh, that's great.

Seabirds on an
island in the Pacific.

That's very unique.

What about the other
sound? The mechanical one?

Danno...

ask the studio to keep
after it, would you, please?

We need to know what's
making that thumping sound.

(intercom buzzes)

(door opens)

JENNY (on intercom): Mr. Kaye
coming on. He's not too happy.

Neither am I.

Jonathan? McGarrett. Sorry.

I'm awake, damn it. And
already heard from the Pentagon.

What are the terms?

A million in diamonds...

by 9:00 tomorrow, our time.

(thunder rumbles)

Tight schedule. (sighs)

We'll make it. Pay it.

Dr. Clapton is serious stuff.

It'd take us months to
change all the coding

in the Pacific-Asian theater.

One month in foreign hands,

and they'd pick
his brains clean or...

kill him.

Either way, we'd be in a mess

because we
wouldn't know. Pay it.

He said Vandervort's
here in Honolulu

uh, has the diamonds.

How do I pay for them?

Hawaii stock exchange opens...?

Four a.m., our time.

Right.

You'll use Utility Fund stocks.

Now, within an hour, you'll
have an order for 200,000 shares.

It'll open at, uh, five
and an eighth. Sell.

You should make
that 9 a.m. deadline

if the diamonds are available.

One friendly word, Steve.

Yeah?

I know you, Steve.

And I know your instincts.
(thunder rumbles)

But nothing takes precedence

over getting Clapton
back... at any price.

Nothing.

Now, you may have to bend

or take the chance
of losing him.

Is that clear?

Jonathan, you're wrong.
You're dead wrong.

And that's what Dr. Clapton
is going to be, dead.

Now, I'm telling you...

I get your vibrations, Steve,

from 5,000 miles away.

The most dangerous
time for... (door opens)

the victim of a kidnapping

is after the ransom
is paid. After it.

You want elbow room, don't you?

You bet I do.

All right, you've got it.

Until 9 a.m.

And then it's our way. Clear?

(writes note)

Clear.

Thanks, Steve.

Good night, Jonathan.

Steve... urgent.

Colonel, you'll have to
excuse me. Urgent business.

I'll be in touch with
you at the base.

( dramatic theme playing)

(tires screeching)

(door opens, shuts)

And, uh, check with
the jeweler, Chin.

Okay.

A miracle, if you
want to call it that.

He's come to.

I honestly don't understand

why he's still alive.

(door closes)

Kira?

Kira Johnson.

This is McGarrett.
Can you hear me?

Kira?

I think you should
know a few things.

You were set up,
all three of you,

just like clay pigeons,
all the way down the line.

Let us help you get him.

Who was it, Kira?

Who played Judas?

Your, uh... Your
"friend" called us twice.

Led us right to you.

That's why we were there.

And that's just for openers.

Your hit was a diversion.

While you were
supposed to be dying

for some worthless paper...

your friend got himself a prize.

He made a snatch.

Somebody... very
important to the Pentagon.

Worth a million
dollars, in fact...

in diamonds.

And that's what we're
gonna have to pay.

And he's gonna get away.

Kira?

Help us find him.

Kira?

I wanna tell you one more thing.

He enjoyed it.

He laughed at you.

When he called to tell
us about the payroll hit...

he bragged how smart he was

and how stupid you all were.

Let us help you get him, Kira.

Don't you want to get him?

( ominous theme playing)

Kira?

Can you hear me?

(sighs)

(door opens, shuts)

( mysterious theme playing)

These are such
handsome diamonds,

Mr. McGarrett.

You know... to
live with diamonds

as long as my family has...

one appreciates their beauty.

To put them in the
hands of a kidnapper...

What if you used zircons?

The kidnappers may
not know the difference.

What if they do?

After the stock exchange opens,

I'll be waiting here for you.

(phone ringing)

Answer it, please.

It's after hours.

I never answer the
telephone after hours

unless I'm expecting
an appointment.

Please.

Vandervort's.

What?

Yes, he's here.

McGarrett. Yeah?

Kira?

How?

Oh, the doctor said
that he couldn't go more

than a hundred yards.

Isn't he the same doctor who
said he wouldn't last the night?

(dialing)

( ominous theme playing)

Excuse me, please.

(door closes)

Thank you.

Mr. Gulley?

John Gulley?

Yeah.

Yeah, the seabirds were clear.

What about that
pumping sound then?

We can't isolate it, Steve.

The voice is
middle-range frequency,

and the background is low.

We've got a variable
low-pass filter here

which helps, but we
need a suppressor

before we can do any more.

The nearest one of those is
on the mainland: Los Angeles.

Have you checked
the plane schedules?

Yeah. We roused a lab in L.A.

They can have a
suppressor here on a plane

that arrives 6:30 this
morning, our time.

Then do it, Danno.
Get it on that plane.

Right.

So you left the base at 5?

Yeah. In my own station wagon.

It's parked downstairs now.

And, um, you are a civilian

contract worker with the Army.

I'm what they call
a computer colonel.

All that chicken
paperwork, you know?

Sometime you feel
like the fourth monkey.

See nothing. Say
nothing. Hear nothing.

And you couldn't care less. Heh.

You don't mind, uh,
doing that kind of work,

having been a career officer?

No. Better than
being a dead hero.

I take it you live off
the base, Mr. Gulley.

But when we looked for you,

we couldn't find you
registered anyplace.

Where do you live?

You want the truth, don't you?

Yeah.

Well... I live with this girl.

It's comfortable, you know.

You mind giving me
her name and telephone?

No. Lana... Trotter.

T-R-O-T-T-E-R.

That's, uh, 589-0599.

( ringing)

( ominous theme playing)

Yes, sir, it would have
helped if you'd called sooner.

No, it's too late now,
but thanks anyway.

Gas station owner.

Perfect description of Kira.

Half an hour ago.

Uh... he's probably
long since gone,

but have H.P.D.
check it out anyway.

Corner of Fort and Bishop.

The, uh, Ever Gas Station.

(siren blaring)

Okay. You can go, Mr. Gulley.

( mysterious theme playing)

BEN: Steve?

(man unzips case)

This is Mr. Lamb from
the brokerage office.

Mr. Lamb.

If you'll sign here,
please, Mr. McGarrett.

Let's see what we have.

Authorization to
sell 200,000 shares

of Utility Fund...

proceeds payable to
Vandervort and Company.

You often have to get up
in the middle of the night

to make your
brokerage commission?

Any time for a million-dollar
transaction, Mr. McGarrett.

Thank you.

( mysterious theme playing)

(grunting)

WOMAN: Jack?

I left the chain on.

(mumbles)

(door cracks open)

(panting): Where is he?

Jack... Brown.

Where is he?

I want him.

Where is he?

Where is he?

( dramatic theme playing)

Miss Trotter, in the, uh,
month that you've known him...

It's a lifetime.

It's a lifetime in hell.

Would you just go
away, all of you?

I have one more question.

This is a picture
of Jack Gulley...

taken at Five-0 headquarters.

( slow, tense theme playing)

That the man?

Yes. It's him.

You sure?

Yes!

It's him.

Put out an APB. Press it, Ben.

( dramatic theme playing)

Jack Gulley.

When he was made to resign

his commission four years ago,

he was given to understand
that it was for his own good.

Well, apparently, he didn't.

(ringing)

McGarrett.

Are you ready, baby?

Have you got the diamonds?

Yeah, I have the
diamonds, Gulley.

(grunts)

(chuckles)

I like that.

I like that fine. It's okay.

It's out in the open
now, man-to-man.

It's all right, McGarrett.

How'd you like brushing right
by me last night, McGarrett?

How'd you like that, huh?

You're a fool, Gulley.

Now that we know who you are,

you'll have every government
agency working against you.

( Gulley laughing)

Which government, McGarrett?

That's up to you,
Gulley. That's up to you.

We'll, uh... We'll
meet your terms.

No, no, no.

Now, you know I'd rather
sell Clapton to my own country.

After all, McGarrett, I'm a...

I'm a patriotic guy.

Yeah. Yeah, I bet you are.

How do we know he's alive?

Wait a minute. Listen.

(opens lock)

I-I-I'm all right
for now. Please.

Please get me out of here.

JACK: You satisfied?

Well, it could have been
taped, but we'll accept it.

Where do I meet you?

You got the diamonds?

Yeah. Yeah, I've got 'em.

Okay.

In 30 minutes, Warrior Ridge.

When you get there,

there will be
further instructions.

And McGarrett?
One final warning.

I'll be watching.
Helicopter overhead.

One suspicious move...

Clapton's family
will be receiving

messages from abroad.

Understood? And out.

(hangs up)

Russians?

Russians, North Koreans,

Chinese, Albanians.

Who knows?

But... why the diamonds?

Why the diamonds?

If we could figure
that one out...

Of course, they can't be marked.

But they're not easily nego...

(phone ringing)

McGarrett.

DANNO: Steve? (
rhythmic thumping)

We isolated that sound. Listen.

( rhythmic thumping)

Pump?

Yeah.

Heavy-duty
compressor pump. Good.

That's good work, Danno.

Now, check with the
board of Public Works.

Uh, find out where any flooding

or construction or
repair is going on

near or on the
waterfront. You got it?

Yeah. Then, uh, feed it all

into the computer.
Gulley's name,

along with any of the sites

where they're using
those big pumps.

Uh, see if he
ties into anything,

like a beach house
or a mooring, boats.

Anything like that. Got it.

We'll be at Warrior Ridge.

We're meeting him there.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(dog barking)

BEN: Steve!

All right, Ben,
open up. Be careful.

(whimpers)

McGARRETT: Let him go.

(barking)

(barking)

MAN (on radio): Central
Dispatch calling McGarrett.

Come in, Car 1.

Central Dispatch
calling McGarrett.

Central Dispatch
calling McGarrett.

McGarrett.

Steve? Dan.

Listen, I found
four waterfront sites

with heavy-duty
compressor pumps.

Ran it through the
computer with Gulley.

Yeah? Well?

DANNO: Well, I
random cross-indexed,

tried everything,
came up empty. Then...

Then what?

Then I had a brainstorm. I
tried the same initials, J.G.

Anyone with the
same initials, J.G.,

located anywhere near
one of those pumps.

I came up with two.

A, uh, John Garrison, at
Slip Number 64, Waimea Bay,

and, uh, J. Grover on a
Navy surplus minesweeper

on Sand Island.

What do you think?
Is there any point?

Well, if that's all we've got,
that's what we go with, Danno.

You get some
manpower from H.P.D.

and take, uh, Waimea Bay.

I'll try the minesweeper
at Sand Island.

( ominous theme playing)

(rhythmic thumping)

Dr. Clapton. Good news.

Your friends just came through
with a million dollars for you.

Doesn't that make you feel
good? Makes me feel good.

They still love you.

Yeah, this is WZ-6789,

ship-to-shore
operator, 495-8372.

Yes, ma'am. I'll hold.

But that's just half
of it, Dr. Clapton.

Now we're gonna see what
your enemies will pay for you.

MAN (in Russian
accent): Yes. Who is?

Me, friend. I'm ready.

You have?

You betcha I have.

But it's gonna cost you.

I'm doubling the
price. Two million.

So... you are not

shopping anymore at supermarket.

You now own supermarket.

Two million. Agreed.

Now I must hear him
and know he is alive.

You can hear him,
my friend. Hold on.

( tense theme playing)

(footsteps above)

( tense theme playing)

(rhythmic thumping)

How?

McGARRETT: Listen:

Pump.

Yeah. And a patsy
who wouldn't die: Kira.

Oh, and a bird.

A bird?

A woman?

No.

Just a bird, Gulley.

An ordinary, free-flying bird.

(tern screeching) (
dramatic theme playing)

( upbeat surf theme playing)