Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 9 - 'V' for Vashon: The Son - full transcript

( upbeat surf theme playing)

(vacuum cleaner running)

Nice and easy.

Turn off the lawn mower.

(shuts off)

Nice and easy.

You want 930 to find your guts

in his mailbox tomorrow morning?

Do you?

Okay, let's go.

Okay. Open the icebox.



I... I don't know
the combination.

You work here midnight
to 8 on weekends,

and you know the combination.

The other guy who
works the other shift

the rest of the week doesn't.

That's why we're here now.

We checked on it.

Howard... (cocks gun)

open it.

Sure.

(clicking)

Okay, wrap 'em up.

All right, on the deck,
friends. Belly down.

Come on. Move.



Wait a minute.

( dramatic theme playing)

What did you do that for?

Old family custom.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(tires screeching)

Morning. Hi.

Which one? Over there, Steve.

(people chattering)

All right. Let's have a look.

For Vashon?

That's impossible.
After 40 years?

Somebody's gotta be kidding.

What do we got?
Any descriptions?

They were kids.
Eighteen, 19. Like that.

You couldn't tell much
on account of their masks.

What about the way
they were dressed?

Did you notice anything special?

One of them had on a
real expensive sport coat.

How did you know
it was expensive?

I know good clothes. I
handle them all the time here.

That one was
custom-made, I'll bet you.

Must have run him
200, 250, at least.

Anything else?

Something special about
the way they talked, maybe?

The one that hit me
did most of the talking.

It was kind of muffled on
account of the stockings

they wore over their heads.

One of 'em never even
opened his mouth at all.

And the other one, all he
said was, "Hit the deck."

Notice anything about
the way they walked?

A limp, something
like that? Pigeon-toed?

I just looked up,
and there they were.

They must have come up through
the elevators from the garage.

Wasn't there an
attendant on duty?

Well, not at that time.

Between 3:00 and
6:00 in the morning,

there isn't much
traffic in the garage.

Man goes on at 6.

They must have known about that.

They were out of here with
a minute and a half to spare.

They knew plenty.

My name. He knew that.

They knew I had the
combination to the safe.

Everything was working smooth,

like they had it all
planned out ahead of time.

Then this one guy hit me.

Yeah? Then what?

Well, then one of the
other fellas came over,

and he said something like, uh:

"What'd you do that
for?" Words like that.

And?

Did he say why he did it?

He said...

He said, "It's an
old family custom."

( dramatic theme playing)

( upbeat theme playing)

I want to talk to
you, Mr. Vashon.

Mr. McGarrett, it's
8:00 in the morning.

I'm breakfasting with my family.

I don't know what
business the police

think they have with me, but
you know where my office is,

and you know I
can be found there.

A hotel in Waikiki was held
up about 6:00 this morning

by three young men.

The activities of the
hoodlum element of this city...

One of them carved a V
in the night clerk's cheek.

I'll join you on the terrace.

Around the garage and
through the servants' entrance.

No need to disturb my
wife and daughters with this.

(birds chirping)

A V was used, huh? That's right.

And a kid, uh, 20, 21 used it.

Where's your son?

Mr. McGarrett...

are you suggesting that my son
could in any way be connected

with a stupid...
childish prank like that?

I'm not suggesting
anything, Mr. Vashon.

I'd just like to know where
he was during the robbery.

The V was on a ring,

and the kid handed
the clerk an uppercut.

Said it was an
"old family custom."

Where's your son?

See for yourself.

HONORE: Chris.

Someone here wants
to know where you were

at about 6:00 this morning.

It's Mr. McGarrett,
here, of Five-0.

I think you're gonna
discover, Mr. McGarrett,

that my son is in no way
connected with this affair.

Which affair? Where
were you about 6 a.m.?

In bed.

Any way to prove it?

I wish there was.

What's this all about?
You want to clue me in?

The Regent Hotel in
Waikiki was held up.

Don't we own that?

Oh, we have an interest in it.

You own a ring with a V on it?

Sure. May I see it?

Certainly.

You left-handed?

No.

Take it off, please.

Looking for bloodstains?

Why should I be
looking for bloodstains?

Don't cops always
look for bloodstains?

Anything else? Yeah.

Do you own a
three-button sports jacket

made of a golden-tan
plaid material?

Of course not.

Is that what the
guy was wearing?

Mind if we check
through your closets?

I'd mind, McGarrett.

My son owns no such
garment. I see no justification

for you to rummage
among his belongings.

Okay.

Okay, for now.

Since when did you start
wearing your ring on your left hand?

Have you flipped?

Why would I wanna
knock over a hotel?

That's right. What for, exactly?

Twenty one, the
run of Honolulu...

and a weekly allowance

the servants in this house
don't make in a month.

What would you
do it for? I didn't.

By now it'll be on the news.

A holdup and a V
on the clerk's cheek.

And by this afternoon,
it'll be in all the papers.

And they'll have had time
to look back into their files,

dig up all those old stories
about your grandfather.

How he came to these islands...

what he did when he got here.

Well...

those days were different
from now, you see.

They were rougher.

You did business with people
the only way they were used to.

It's not like that anymore.

I can walk into any
bank in Honolulu,

and the president
of it will stand up.

Except the ones
where I'm president.

But now it'll all
be on the news.

All those old stories.

Your mother reads those papers.

Your sisters read those papers.

(scoffs)

And the trade
commission from Argentina

who I'm meeting with tomorrow

on a matter that
could mean millions...

(slaps thigh) they'll
read those papers.

I tell you, if I thought you
had the slightest thing to do...

I didn't.

Papa, I had a sore finger.

That's why I changed rings.

And I was in bed.

Hey, look at me. Do I
look like I was up all night?

No.

I give you credit
for more brains.

Come and eat your breakfast.

Look, uh... let's not
discuss this inside.

Why should the women worry, huh?

Come on. (slaps back)

( ominous theme playing)

Well, it isn't exactly The
Great Train Robbery, is it?

This all they
got? (hits paper)

What they left was worth
ten times what they took.

All that planning,

and they grab the first thing
they see and they beat it.

As if the, uh, loot wasn't
important, just the job.

Okay.

Run it through the usual fences.

The search warrants
are ready over at the DA's.

Right.

Chris Vashon...

drives an expensive
custom sports car.

(door closes)

He's got charge
accounts all over town.

When he goes out to dinner,
he tips more than last night's loot

at that hotel.

Somebody's putting us on.

Or putting the
Vashons on the spot.

Logically, why would
the Vashon family

knock over a hotel safe?

Old Nick is, uh, retired
and living like an emperor,

his son Honore skims
his fat percentage

off the top of every illegal
operation around here.

Yeah. He gives enough
to charity every year

to be next chairman
of the community chest.

By the time Nick
finished cornering crime

in these islands...

there must have been at
least a hundred, uh, corpses

hanging upside down in
back rooms all over town...

with a V burned
into them, right?

You see a connection
to what's happening now?

Well, maybe some of
those corpses had, uh,

sons and grandsons.

Yeah. And this is
their declaration of war.

Is that what you mean, Danno?

Possible, Steve, isn't it?

( mysterious theme playing)

Here.

And for you.

Not bad for the
first time at bat.

(clicks tongue)

Mm. We're just warming up.

Anybody want a drink?

(sighs) Hey, Chris,

you know slugging
that night clerk? Yeah.

Think you might have
blown the whole deal.

How?

Like this.

(ice cubes clink)

CHRIS: No sweat.

Well, what if they
come looking for you?

They already did. What?

Yeah. Forget it.

Even cops aren't dumb
enough to try to nail a Vashon

with a, uh, dime-store
heist like this.

You call this dime store?

Bus fare. Well, what
did you do it for?

Look... I offered
you a little fun, right?

A little well-paid fun.

And you said, "Far out."

You're well-paid, aren't you?

Yeah, but this, Chris.
What about this?

I mean this is
just plain stupid.

It's like you were
asking the cops

to come and take you away.

(sighs)

Look, um...

you get your kicks one
way, I get mine another.

You're in it for the money.
I'm in it for something else.

Something else altogether.

( ominous theme playing)

I want my old
man to flip his wig.

Cheers.

( upbeat theme playing)

Ben Kokua, Mr. Heller.

Hawaii Five-0.

This is a warrant to
examine your inventory.

How many times have
I said I don't fence.

Every time I've come in
here with a search warrant.

Open up. Okay?

Oh, all right.

Mr. Besseride, this is an
authorization for us to...

Of course,
Mr. Williams. Of course.

As you very well know,

we are always eager
and willing to cooperate...

Which means you probably

don't have anything
we're looking for,

but we may as well
spread it out anyway.

(horn honks)

(inaudible dialogue)

Listen, this place
we're gonna hit

is right next to the
hotel we did Sunday.

That's right. A guy would
have to be an idiot to pull a job

so close to the last
one. Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, well, I'm figuring
on the fuzz thinking so too.

Hey, Chris, will you forget

that old family custom
for once, please?

Shut up while I make you rich.

Come on, boys.
Let's rob a hotel.

Another autograph job.

Anything else?

Yeah, maybe. The tailor
who made the sport coat.

It's the same $250 job

the chambermaid at
the Regent described.

When he hit Mr. Soderman
here, it slipped open.

Mr. Soderman said he
saw the, uh, initials L, O, W.

That's capital L,
O, space, capital W.

Could be somebody's
name. Chin's working on it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Same autograph
job, same clothes.

I get the feeling somebody's
rubbing our nose in it.

( dramatic theme playing)

I just... I just can't
believe what happened.

REPORTER (on TV): And
in each of these two robberies,

the same easily
recognizable trademark, a V.

A letter V cut into the
cheek of one of the victims.

Now, those of you
who might remember

some of the past
and violent history of...

(turns TV off)

(sighs)

Tosaki.

Yes, it is. I want to
see you right away.

( menacing theme playing)

Here's a list of the things that
were stolen from us, Mr., uh..?

Tosaki. T-O-S-A-K-I.

Mister Honore has
instructed me to...

express his appreciation
for this favor...

Oh, there's no need
for Mr. Honore to pay me

just to give him
a list of... Oh,

Mr. Honore always
pays for favors.

And that way he
knows he can return

for more favors if he needs to.

( mysterious theme playing)

(inaudible dialogue)

Could be.

Who have you sold it to in
the past couple of months?

We will consult the records.

(sighs)

(bells on door jingle)

Oh, here. Mr. Jacks,

Mr. Angle, a
Mr. Douglas, Mr. Diem.

I'll write them down,
if you don't mind.

Of course.

Perhaps, while you are here,

I might interest you
in some suitings?

You got any idea
what a cop makes?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Me too.

( menacing theme playing)

I have nothing Mr. Honore
would be interested in.

Yes, of course, Mr. Tosaki.

I always cooperate
fully with Mr. Vashon.

Thank you.

(buzzes)

Can I help you?

Honore Vashon
asked me to call on you.

Oh?

Be so kind as to glance
over this list of articles.

Of course.

These items?

You have them, then?

I have them, but
they are trinkets.

In what way could they
possibly interest Honore Vashon?

Oh, in a very great way,

as you will discover
for yourself...

when you see the profit
you are about to realize...

for these trinkets.

( dramatic theme playing)

Could he describe him? The
one who brought in the articles?

He's young, well-dressed, brisk.

That's all he could say.

Anyone might fit
that description.

I want the one who does fit it.

There was another
robbery early this morning.

The one in charge
wore the same clothes,

used the same trademark.

It's reasonable to assume
he'll go to the same fence.

And so will you.

If this young, well-dressed,

brisk person puts
in an appearance...

I want to see him.

Mr. Douglas is very nice.

I see him now and then.

Sometimes he's with friends.

He always pays his rent on time.

Can you tell me
what he looks like?

Oh, he's young,
handsome, dressed sharply.

Drives a beautiful,
expensive white car.

You don't say? White, huh?

( mysterious theme playing)

Some surprise you
handed us, Mr. Vashon.

Not anything like the surprise

you're about to hand
your father, however.

Home, please.

HONORE: Oh, you are an idiot.

An idiot, do you hear me?
From that there is no appeal.

(sighs)

All right. Now, I want
to know who it was

who led you into this idiocy.

Who are these two
who are in this with you?

Which one is the leader?

What's his name, the one
who talked you into this?

You got it all wrong, Papa.

I talked them into it.

I'm the big brain behind
this, uh, crime wave.

You? The planning,
the background work?

Studying the situation
and developing it?

That was all your work?

Proud of me? And
fencing the goods?

Knowing how much
they'd bring on the market,

knowing how much
to demand for them?

How did you learn about that?

From my old man. Following
in your footsteps, Papa.

Those are not my
footsteps. Robbing hotels.

Like any common
thief off the sidewalks.

Poker for pennies.
That's not the Vashon way.

That never has
been the Vashon way.

Well... actually...

you gotta start someplace.

I'm planning a
bigger caper, but, uh...

You are planning nothing.

This isn't a start.
This is an end.

An end to the whole thing.

I forbid you to have
anything more...

What?

You forbid me?
Yes. I forbid you.

I'm terrified, Papa.

Chris... What are you gonna do?

You gonna call the cops? Huh?

You gonna take care of me

the way Grandpa used to
take care of competition?

You gonna put a
contract out on me, Papa?

(scoffs)

I don't understand you.

No kidding.

I have never said your name...

aloud or to myself...

when it wasn't said with love.

I may start crying, Papa.

Tsk. Why are you doing this?

Bugs you, doesn't it?

Doesn't it bug you?

Yes, it bugs me.

(scoffs)

For once we agree
on something, huh?

Come on. Why?

Why? You have
everything. Money, cars.

Right.

And the hypocrite
of all time as a father.

Who made his money smuggling

and blackmail and protection

and prostitution and kidnapping

and heroin and murder.

Who thinks he's got a
reserved seat in heaven,

because now he only
cheats on his income tax,

and he contributes
to the March of Dimes.

I'll see you after
the next hit, Papa.

Chris.

Chris!

( dramatic theme playing)

(door closes)

Well, young man. What
brings you to Diamond Head?

Father, I...

I must talk to you.

Right, Steve. Oh, and, uh,
Motor Vehicles checked back.

There's no car,
white, green, yellow,

expensive, cheap or free,

registered to any N. Douglas.

Yeah.

Well, listen, we've
even got a full set

of fingernail parings so far.

Yeah. Get back to you.

An adventure. What more?

The boy is growing up. He...

He wants some excitement
before it's too late.

He'll have the
excitement of going to jail.

Vashons do not go to jail.

(birds chirping)

Are you telling me
you cannot handle this

with two telephone calls? Heh.

I can remember I had
three deputy district attorneys

on my payroll.

Father, times are different now.

Money is no different.

What has been stolen? Y-you
said yourself, nickels and dimes.

So... give everyone a
dollar who lost a dime,

and... they'll say thank you,

merci beaucoup,
and forget about it.

McGarrett won't forget about it.

McGarrett?

Why would he be
interested in three little boys

who steal cigarette lighters?

Because one of them is a Vashon.

He has no proof of that.

Heh. He has suspicions.

Father... Chris used the ring.

Yeah. See, you don't
keep up with the news,

but it's been in
the papers already,

it's been on the television.

All the old stories
are being told again.

That wasn't very smart.

It was stupid.

Tsk.

Negotiations are in progress.

Business matters,
important ones.

Completely removed
from all the old kinds.

I mean, these are
legitimate, open.

This could wreck them.

Tell him to stop.

Tell him...

I have told him. Oh?

He laughed at me.

Called me a hypocrite.

"The hypocrite of all time."

He said that.

And you struck him?

(sighs)

Father, the boy is
21. And you're 50. So?

Show me, your
father, disrespect,

and you'll feel my
fist in your face.

What do you mean...? I don't...?

What do you mean
he doesn't respect you?

No, he doesn't respect me.

(sighs)

Father, you... Tsk.

You live here with
your memories.

The world now is
a different place.

Children today...

they look their
parents in the eye,

they spit in their faces.

They lie without shame.

And when you catch the lie,

they laugh at you.

They defy you, they disobey you.

And when you threaten
them with punishment,

they call you a hypocrite.

No, he doesn't respect me.

I didn't think I would ever hear
words like that from a Vashon.

(sighs)

Would you rather hear
lies from a Vashon?

Do you think I came here
to tell you this out of...?

Out of pleasure?

Why did you come?

To ask you to talk to the boy.

Me? Yes.

You still have his
respect, Father.

Tell him he mustn't
talk to me that way...

I will tell him nothing.

And you will degrade
yourself no further.

If Chris has lost
his respect for you,

make him find it
again. Teach him.

I had to teach all
Hawaii to respect me.

You should be able to
teach your own son. Here.

Now that we've settled that...

tell me, how are
Marguerite and the girls?

( mysterious theme playing)

Okay, let's get
the kitchen then.

Danny.

This it? "It?"

DANNY: "Lo Wu Sing."

Hey, wait.

Hm.

I think we want someone
named N. Douglas.

If there is someone named
N. Douglas. Which I doubt.

From the cigarette lighter.

Did you run it through
Motor Vehicles?

We did.

Is it Chris Vashon?

It is.

The first solid evidence

anyone's had on a Vashon

in almost 20 years, Chin.

What if this is the one crack

that can break open
that whole cesspool?

We'll have earned
our gold watch.

Yeah.

All right, Chin.

Bring him in.

( dramatic theme playing)

Chris.

Chris, you've got visitors.

Who?

The police. Honore, why?

To arrest him.

Are you pleased, big shot?

Just to get even with something
you think you've got against me,

this is what you end
up doing. Going to jail.

For what?

Vashons don't go to
jail, Papa. You know that.

You've heard Grandpa
say it a million times.

I've even heard you say it.

Nah, you'd better
get on the phone.

Lawyers, right? You'd
better get me some lawyers.

Vashons don't go to jail.

Chris Vashon,
you're under arrest

on suspicion of armed
robbery and assault.

How you doing, piggy?

Find any missing hubcaps lately?

( dramatic theme playing)

Did he make bail?

He not only got out on bail,

but Harvey Mathieson
Drew got it reduced to 25,000.

Drew's a smart lawyer, Danno.

What's he getting mixed up
with the Vashons for, Steve?

Isn't he running for
the Senate next year?

Sure. Running for the Senate

takes a lot of money.

What do you bet this is
the fattest fee he ever got?

Now, let's make sure
he earns it the hard way:

by losing.

Take it easy, Dad.
See, I'm not in jail.

You're out on bail, that's all.

You've still got to stand trial.

Relax. We got the best
lawyers on the island.

You'll get me acquitted.

Lawyers are for window dressing.

It's here you'll get acquitted.

Yeah? How?

(phone ringing)

Just wait. You might
learn something.

Hello.

Tosaki, yes. Tell me.

Good, Tosaki.

Stay by the phone.

This is how you get acquitted.

We'll begin with
those friends of yours.

Lance and Stu? What happened?

Better than they deserve.

A trip to the mainland with
$5,000 each in their pockets.

It turns out there's money
in robbing hotels after all.

(giggling)

Terrific.

Vashon's been seen in
town with two other kids.

We don't know their names yet,

but I got a good
description of one of 'em...

and a bar they hung around in.

Good, Ben. Go.

MANICOTE: This is how
it lines up so far, Steve.

The manager of
the apartment house

definitely connects
Vashon and N. Douglas.

Same person, right?

The assistant manager
at the second holdup

places him in the sport coat.

The tailor identifies
him as the one

who bought the sport coat.

And one of the hotel
guests identifies the lighter

as the one we found
in the sport coat.

And that fence, Kwan,
identifies him as the kid

who dumped the stolen goods.

I've gone into
court with a lot less,

and I've come out
with a conviction.

Well...

Let's go in and get
this one then, John.

Yeah, sure. How
those other two kids

slid out of sight like that.

I'd love to have them
to really nail this down.

Don't worry, you'll have them.

But let's sew up
Chris Vashon now.

Yes.

Mm-hm.

What was that one again?

Oh, yes.

Good. Thank you.

You'll receive
something in the mail.

(sighs)

Who was that?

Young man who works
at the hall of justice...

and enjoys getting
things in the mail.

Tosaki. I've got
the DA's witnesses.

Have you got a pencil?

Yeah, I'll wait.

(scoffs)

Lawyers. As I said,
just window dressing.

This is where the
work gets done.

You ready?

Lo Wu Sing. A tailor.

( dramatic theme playing)

May I help you?

Honore Vashon sent me.

He's, uh, interested in...

buying your shop.

He has made what he considers

a most generous offer.

Would you accept cash?

Honore Vashon
wants to buy my...?

Yes. In that way you
can return to Taiwan,

where we understand
you have an aged father

who would be most overjoyed

to spend his remaining
days in your care.

Good evening. Hawaiian Regent.

(people chattering)

I'm speaking to Mr. Vashon?

To work for you at
the Trimaran Club?

As manager?

MANICOTE: Mrs. Fennaday, I
ask you to look at this garment.

Is this the garment
you previously described

as having been worn
by one of the young men

who held you up...

and robbed the safe
at the Regent Hotel,

where you are employed?

Well, I couldn't say...

absolutely for sure.

You couldn't say for sure?

MRS. FENNADAY: Well,
it happened so quick-like.

I could hardly
notice what they all...

Mrs. Fennaday, may I remind you

that we have your
signed statement

taken at the time
of the robbery,

in which you meticulously
describe a certain sports coat

as being worn by one of...
Well, I was all shook up.

And when you're all shook
up, you're liable to say things...

Mrs. Fennaday. May I remind you

that withholding evidence
in a criminal prosecution

is in itself a... Your Honor.

Counsel is
browbeating the witness.

Mr. District Attorney.

(sighs)

I withdraw the
question, Your Honor.

Tsk.

Mr. Suriyami. Is that gentleman

seated at that table there

the same man who
rented apartment 10-J

under the name of N. Douglas?

Well... it could be.

No, it couldn't be.

I don't see too well.

The gentleman in 10-J,

he only come in
and out very quickly.

(sighs)

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

Both of 'em cleared out, Steve.

Both the tailor who
made the sports jacket

and the fence who received
it... They were under subpoena!

Well, you find them, and
we'll try to extradite them.

It will only take
six or eight months.

(scoffs)

What about the guy who
owns the cigarette lighter?

Have we at least got him?

What happened?

His daughter on the mainland

suddenly contracted a
very mysterious ailment.

He had to fly back to Wichita.

( dramatic theme playing)

Your Honor move that the charges

against the defendant,
Chris Vashon, be dismissed,

on the grounds that the
prosecution has failed

to make out a prima
facie case against him.

Granted.

The defendant is acquitted.

Case dismissed.

(people murmuring)

You paid a lot for
that verdict, Vashon.

But it's nothing to what
you're going to pay.

Excuse me. Uh...

my grandson has
been declared not guilty.

It would not be wise

to suggest that the
facts are otherwise.

He hasn't been
declared anything.

There just wasn't anyone around

with enough guts
to testify against him.

Next time, we'll be smarter.

So much for the
pigs, huh, Grandpa?

(hits ground)

Pigs?

There are pigs worth
ten time your brain.

You are a fool.

Money was spent
and lives disarranged

to save you from
your own foolishness.

( slow, tense theme playing)

Did you hear McGarrett say
next time he will be smarter?

Take it to heart.
He will be smarter.

And you had better be smarter.

Because no more money
will be spent on you, you...

You stupid boy.

You listen to your father. He
has never been arrested by...

By these pigs you are
so contemptuous of.

Honore.

Yes, Father?

My son was brought
up better than yours.

This one... I don't
see any scars.

My son has scars.

( ominous theme playing)

Well...

so far it hasn't been the
funniest show in town.

We've bleeped into his home,

his apartment, half
the bars in Waikiki,

and all he's done so far is
overdrawn his allowance.

How many days have we got left?

Oh, the whole show closes
the day after tomorrow.

Hm. It took a
federal court order

for us to buy ten
days of surveillance.

That means...

that if he doesn't make
a move by Thursday...

we've got to get the
bugs out of his car,

his telephone, his
apartment and his house.

( knock on door over speaker)

(door opens)

MAN: Hi, Chris.

CHRIS: What's happening?
MAN: Congratulations. Ha-ha.

( Chris sighs, door closes)

CHRIS: Certainly
took you guys...

We may get something
out of this after all.

I'd have done it in three days.

Yeah, you've had a little bit
more practice than we have.

Well, now that you
know what it feels like

to have a little wad
in your wallet, uh...

what do you say we
go for the big one, hm?

You mean we're
still in business?

Certainly.

Oh, what do you think I
waited for you guys for?

Uh, because I missed you?

Heh. I don't know,
I kind of figured

maybe your daddy
had bought you out

like he did everybody else.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well...

Stu and I figured that
once your daddy found out

what you're doing, he'd pay
you to stop, like he did us.

Or give you a spanking
and make you promise

never to do it again.

Shut up.

And get off my back.

I'm warning you.

And talk nicer about Vashons.

Vashons put money
in your pocket,

and don't forget it, huh?
And if you want more,

it's a Vashon that's
gonna put it there.

Now, are you with me or not?

Yeah. Is it big?

I'll tell you how big it is.

There's a medical convention
at the Kalakaua Hotel.

They've taken over
the 4th and 5th floors.

There's a large
banquet. The last one.

Between 8 and 11... on Thursday.

Okay, boys... you
want to rob a hotel?

We've got our
first Vashon, Chin.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

The laundry room's to the left.

The chute is behind
the door to the right.

Stu covers. Right.

We go into the rooms together.

Everything goes down the chute.

You get it all together. Right?

Okay, let's go. Come on.

(tires screeching)

Kimo, get the laundry chute.

(soft music playing,
people chattering)

Take the corridor.

( mysterious theme playing)

Check the utility room, Danno.

( tense theme playing)

Freeze.

Halt!

(mouths): Halt!

(grunts)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Halt!

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

( action theme playing)

(siren approaching)

(horn honking)

(siren wailing)

(horn honking)

Chris.

(gasps)

(tires screeching)

You want something
here, McGarrett?

Yeah, I wanted
to arrest your son

for attempted homicide
and armed robbery,

but maybe I'd 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.

( dramatic theme playing)

You and his grandfather,
a long time ago.

Kimo, take over.

McGarrett dies.

( upbeat surf theme playing)