Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 1 - Hookman - full transcript
An off-duty police officer is shot and killed by a sniper while he is moonlighting as a funeral escort. The next day another officer is shot and killed during a police standoff, but the ...
( upbeat surf theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
( mysterious theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
(screams)
( dramatic theme playing)
What have we got, Chin?
Take a look, Steve.
It's an M1 Carbine,
World War II vintage.
Any prints on it?
No. The serial number
has been ground.
Tell Che to do a
Magnaflux on it.
Duke, this whole area:
I want it gone
over, inch by inch.
We're on it, Steve. (snapping)
(car revs)
Keoki was a pretty good friend.
Yeah.
What kind of man kills a
cop in cold blood, Danno,
and leaves a rifle behind
with a dead officer's
name engraved in gold?
Someone with a big grudge.
Not just another cop
hater. This guy is sick.
Let's go.
McGARRETT: You and Keoki
rode together for six years, Ookala.
You knew him better than
anyone else on the force.
Can you think of any
threats against him?
Anyone out to get him?
Anything that might have
happened out of the ordinary?
I've tried. I can't.
Just the usual stuff:
a punk out of his head on pills,
the man-and-wife thing.
Nothing unusual.
Let me ask you something.
Did he owe money to...
the wrong people?
No, no.
He didn't owe anybody a dime.
That's why he had the
Saturday funeral job.
Always wanted the
best for his four kids.
Didn't want to owe
anyone a dime.
Good enough, Ookala.
I want to get Keoki's murderer.
I sent my wife and
kids to her folks on Maui.
I got time. I'll work
around the clock.
I know exactly how you
feel, and I feel the same way,
and I won't let up
until we nail him.
You can bet on it.
Mahalo.
CHIN HO: Steve?
Out here.
Find out anything
about the bipod.
Oh, like the rifle.
Not made for an M1,
but our boy did some metalwork,
converted it to fit the gun.
Che says World War II issue.
He's trying to run it down.
Okay. Contact Fubu Che,
go through the FBI recods.
Look for any killers who
have traits like our man.
Any types who kill
police hitman style.
On my way.
Help him, Ben.
WOMAN (on radio):
Number one, see the man.
A 459 report:
51 South Ioni, number 312.
WOMAN 2: Officers
Matsuda and Keever...
Repeat, officers Matsuda
and Keever in car 7, mike 212,
contact Sergeant
Cyder on frequency one.
Any available unit, a code 30:
612 Hakaka Place.
WOMAN 1: One x-ray 51,
a code 30, 212... (thudding)
six and all jewelry.
[WOMAN ON RADIO]
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
WOMAN 2: Six
tango 31, six tango 31,
415 juvenile code:
malicious mischief.
Third and Kilea, code two.
WOMAN 1:
Sixty-five-thirty-four, 65-34.
See the man. A
neighborhood dispute, 319...
WOMAN 2: All units,
six x-ray 24, six x-ray 24.
A 211 silent, 2454
Likiliki, a residence.
Six x-ray 24, code two.
WOMAN 1: Four
x-ray 39... (clicks)
CHE: The gold plate
is a manufactured item,
but I found
something interesting.
At first, I thought the
letters were engraved.
Looked professional.
Now watch.
Nine thousandths difference
in the horizontal plane
between the K and the E.
Seven thousandths off.
Notice the right side of the O.
A chipped lettering tool.
The name was hand-stamped
with a steel lettering set,
not engraved.
Look at the plate again.
The untrained human
eye can detect flaws
at ten thousandths of an inch,
anything less
will lack precision,
like this plate.
Good work, Che.
Danno, make up
a special bulletin.
Give the specifications
and metallic
content of the plate,
also the typeface
and size of the letters,
and send a copy to every
jewelry store, trophy company,
hardware and department
store in the islands,
and keep me posted.
Right.
What about the M1, Che?
Right. It was delivered
to the army in 1943.
From there we traced
the serial number
to Patton's Third
Army in France.
How did it end up on
a rooftop in Honolulu?
A favorite trick of some GIs
was to smuggle these home
in empty artillery-shell tubes.
Some of them brought back a gun
for every member of the family.
Then that rifle
could have belonged
to any number of 1,000 GIs?
Afraid so, Steve.
Oh, there is one other thing.
Our man didn't file the
serial numbers very deep.
It's obvious he wasn't
trying to hide them,
just wants us to work
a little to read them.
( mysterious theme playing)
( mysterious theme swells)
(gunshots)
Has the area been cleared?
Yeah.
Where's Steve?
With the governor.
Anyone else in there?
He sent his wife and kid
out before he started to shoot.
MAN: What's the matter,
pigs? You out of bullets?
It's the only way
you're going to get me.
Anyone use the horn yet?
No.
Ben.
Let's spill a little blood.
Heh-heh. Yours. Heh-heh.
Think this is our cop killer?
Not likely, this guy
wants to get caught.
You know his name?
McKinney. (gunshots)
Hold your fire.
McKinney, this is Five-0.
Throw your gun out.
(gunshot)
Stubborn, isn't he?
McKinney, last
chance. Game's over.
Either you come out,
or we're coming in.
McKINNEY: Come
and get me, big mouth.
(gunshot)
Chin, smoke him out.
(clicks)
(coughing)
It's an M1.
Yeah.
Call Che and get doc
over here right away.
Chin, you and Ben search
the house thoroughly.
Right.
Danny, Ookala's been hit.
WOMAN (on radio):
Five and a 909.
MAN (on radio): Ten-four.
Five-O10?
Five-O10.
Would you check out a sign
down at 24th and Melowna?
A sign down at 24th and Melowna?
Okay, 10-4.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Five-oh-three, 10-7.
Central, patch me through
to the governor's office.
WOMAN 2 (on phone):
Governor's office.
This is Williams.
Let me talk to McGarrett.
Emergency.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Mcgarrett just left.
Thank you.
Central.
MAN 2 (on radio): Central.
Patch me through
to McGarrett's car.
Ten-four.
Central to McGarrett.
Yeah. McGarrett.
Go ahead. Steve, Danny.
We just had a shootout
at Alamana and Pekoi.
A nut named McKinney.
He might be our sniper.
Listen, he got Wayne Ookala.
Steve?
Steve?
Yeah, Danno, yeah.
I'm here.
Uh, what about the shooter?
What was his name? McKinney?
He came out shooting.
We had to gun him
down. No choice.
Anything I can do there?
No.
Okay, Danno. Meet
me at the office.
WOMAN (on radio):
Twenty-seven 76, 36 Avenue, 909.
Twenty-seven 76, 36 Avenue, 909.
MAN (on radio): Ten-four, 10-4.
Thompson.
Easy.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
Zero, ten, 10-4.
(ringing)
McGarrett.
Yeah, doc.
Just finished on Ookala.
Sent the slug to Che.
Cause of death:
severe hemorrhaging
in the intestinal chamber.
But doc, he was
shot in the chest.
That was the point of entry,
but the path of the
bullet was so steep
it went down through his
stomach and intestines.
How? Ookala's killer
fired from ground level.
Wrong, McGarrett.
The path of the
bullet is unmistakable.
High shot down
through the chest.
Okay, doc, thank you.
McKinney's not our man.
He's not?
CHIN HO: Steve's right.
McKinney got out
of jail just yesterday.
A smack peddler.
Drugs scrambled his brains.
Let's go.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Look like a good
perch to you, Danno?
Yeah.
( ominous theme playing)
( ominous theme swells)
( ominous theme playing)
(shutter clicks)
Right under our noses.
He's smooth. And taunting us.
Yeah, but why?
He's a maniac. He's a psycho.
I have a feeling
we haven't seen the last of him.
He... He's not picking
his victims at random.
He's selective.
Keoki led a funeral
every Saturday
for the past six months.
He was at the same
place at the same time.
Easy to track.
But what about Ookala?
How did our killer
know he'd be here?
It was a red alert.
All cars responded.
Police radio.
Exactly. Exactly.
Pass the word. No
names on the air.
Cross-index Keoki
and Ookala's records
all the way back to the academy.
Before, if necessary.
I want the book on both of them.
Let's go.
Yes, chief, I've got it.
Thank you very much. Good move.
Any word from St. Louis?
There's thousands
of World War II
expert-riflemen
records to go through.
National personal records center
has them on microfilm.
It's going to take a while.
I ordered copies for us
instead of computer-visual
readout as soon as they arrive.
The problem is we'll need a
30-year update on any leads.
But Washington records
lead nowhere either, Steve.
No one with our man's m.o.
is opperating on
the islands now.
Any response to these?
Not yet.
Steve, computer is
spitting and winking,
but so far, a dead end.
Keoki and Ookala were involved
in more than 1,000
criminal incidents together.
It's gonna take a lot of
time to check them out.
Top priority, Danno. Get
me some answers now.
Chin, back him up.
Ben, hit the streets,
talk to our informants,
push it hard. Let's go.
Jenny, I got an appointment.
GOVERNOR: I didn't ask you
here to pressure you, Steve.
McGARRETT: I know that, sir.
You're getting
heat. So is H.P.D.
Is there anything I can do
to take some of it off you?
No. No. No, thank you.
I've had heat before.
I think I can handle it.
I'm not worried about that,
but do you need more help?
H.P.D. is on a
12-on, 12-off shift.
We're working around the clock.
I have every available
man on the job.
I'm having a press
conference in 30 minutes.
What do I tell them?
Tell them I'm coming
down hard on this guy,
harder than I've
ever hit before.
Now, please, governor, quote me.
I want him to know it.
( mysterious theme playing)
( mysterious theme swells)
Take a look.
Notice the chip in the O.
Yeah.
Now Ookala's nameplate.
McGARRETT: Yep.
Same chip in the O.
Well,
tells us one thing,
he's an amateur,
and that's all it tells us.
And this rock could
be crawling with guys
with that much ability.
Our best bet is to find out
where these gold
plates came from.
They might have come
from anywhere, Steve.
Cleveland to Calcutta.
Anywhere in between.
Or right here in
Honolulu in the union mall.
We got lucky?
We just had a call, Steve,
in response to
our special bulletin.
Norm's Jewelers. Norm himself.
He said he used to
make those plates.
Let's go. (slide clunks)
Thanks, Che.
( ominous theme playing)
(rattling)
That's right. I'm Norm.
Did you make these, Norm?
Yes, I made them. (
ominous theme playing)
Only sold a few.
Didn't do this lettering,
though. Sold 'em blank.
Could you tell us the
name of the purchasers?
If it isn't in here,
I'm afraid you're out of luck.
( tense theme playing)
It's been, uh, four or
five, maybe six years.
Your records go back that far?
Oh, yes.
Afraid that's it.
And you're sure?
Like I thought,
the receipts only go
back about five years.
Can you think of any other store
that might have
made those plates?
Oh, any one of 50 I could
name, but not in recent years.
That's, uh... That's real gold.
You don't find quality
like that anymore.
Now everything's
cheap imitation.
(keys jingling)
(grunts)
NORM: Sorry I couldn't help.
Yeah, well, thanks
for the call anyway.
NORM: Call? I didn't call.
( tense theme playing)
(gunshot)
( tense theme swells)
( tense theme playing)
See it?
I see it.
Let's go.
Secure the front.
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
(siren wailing)
This is McGarrett.
All cars, red alert.
Heading on King Street pursuing
late-model green Mustang.
Dispatch, McGarrett.
I lost the suspect.
Pier 26. Green Mustang.
Now headed towards
city along the waterfront.
All cars in the area respond.
(panting)
In simple terms, doc.
At the interspace between
the seventh cervical vertebra
and the first thoracic vertebra,
there was a complete
transection of the column
in the spinal cord.
Death instantaneous.
That's simple terms?
It's in the book.
What about the weapon, doc?
Metal, heavy, club-like.
CHIN HO (on phone):
Steve? Yeah, Chin?
That car that got away from you,
license number: Elgin, 4-1-9-3.
You mean the green
Mustang? What about it?
H.P.D. found it on
the bottom of the bay.
Pier 18. They're after it now.
I'm on my way.
Keoki, Ookala... Thompson.
Central, this is McGarrett.
Patch me through to sergeant
Larry Thompson, please,
on the double.
MAN (on radio):
Thompson's off-duty.
Well, find him fast and tell
him to get in touch with me.
Ten-four.
I've pegged our sniper,
Danno. Kurt Stoner.
That means Larry
Thompson is next.
I've got to find
him and warn him.
Steve, Larry Thompson is dead.
( ominous theme playing)
He was shot once
through the head.
M1, nameplate, the works.
H.P.D. just found him.
They figure it happened
sometime early this morning.
Oh, my God.
Danno, hit the computer again.
Find out everything
it's got on Kurt Stoner.
Chin, get out an
APB on Kurt Stoner.
Ask H.P.D. to check
the airports and the ships.
( ominous theme playing)
( ominous theme swells)
( ominous theme playing)
Stoner and his
partner, Charlie Keon,
attempted to hold up
the Oahu national bank.
Now, to intimidate the
customers and employees,
Stoner used explosives.
He held a charge in each hand
wired to a detonator
clenched between his teeth.
I recall the incident vaguely.
That was over 10
years ago, wasn't it?
Twelve, sir.
In spite of the threat
of the explosives,
a teller stepped
on a silent alarm.
Now, I was in the neighborhood,
so I responded when
the code two came over.
Thompson, Keoki, Ookala, and I,
were the first four
officers on the scene.
When we entered the bank,
Keon panicked and
started screaming
that Stoner would blow us
all up unless we backed off
and permitted
them both to escape.
I ordered them to surrender.
Keon started shooting,
we returned the fire.
Keon was killed. Stoner was hit,
and the explosives
went off in his hands.
DANNO: Stoner got ten to life.
The government paid
for his artificial hands
and trained him.
He became expert,
worked in the metal shop.
But he forgot he was caught
in the act of robbing a bank
and threatening
people with explosives.
He hated those
hooks, so he blamed us.
Became an obsession with him.
Still, he was... He was paroled.
Yes, sir, and he came
out with a death list.
There's only one
name left on it.
You?
Yes, sir.
What do you
propose to do, Steve?
Well, we're
already doing it, sir.
After the close
call that Stoner had
going off that pier last night,
we figure he'll
lay low for a while.
So if he postpones
coming after me,
we'll have to go after him.
How?
A man with a prison
record, a psychiatric history,
and a handicap like that
can't have too many job offers.
I'm betting he's
holed up somewhere,
scratching out an existence.
So we're going to hit
the low-rent districts.
Lot of ground to cover.
Yes, sir,
but a man with hooks for
hands can't hide them very well.
( funky theme playing)
(knocking)
( funky theme swells)
Danno, take a look.
Jackpot.
Yeah. Get Ben, Duke,
Chin, H.P.D. backup.
I'm going in.
Careful.
(baby crying)
(phone ringing)
STONER (on phone):
Hello, McGarrett.
I've got a present for you.
Look in the bureau drawer.
(gunshot)
Stoner?
Stoner!
(laughing)
I'm going to see you
buried in those, McGarrett.
( funky theme playing)
(whispering) Steve, you okay?
Yeah, he's heading for the roof
on the building across
the way. Let's go.
( suspenseful theme playing)
(sirens wailing)
Cover me, Danno.
(gunshot)
(vehicles approaching)
(doors shut)
Ben?
Ben, do you read me?
I read you, Steve.
Ben, on a count of five,
carefully, very carefully,
step out and draw his fire.
Carefully on a count
of five. You got it?
I got you, Steve.
Okay.
I'm going to start counting now.
One, two, three...
four, five.
(gun cocks)
(gunshot)
(engine starts)
(whispering) Danno, now.
McGarrett, come
back here... (gunshot)
(gunshots) (gunshot)
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme swells)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
( mysterious theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
(screams)
( dramatic theme playing)
What have we got, Chin?
Take a look, Steve.
It's an M1 Carbine,
World War II vintage.
Any prints on it?
No. The serial number
has been ground.
Tell Che to do a
Magnaflux on it.
Duke, this whole area:
I want it gone
over, inch by inch.
We're on it, Steve. (snapping)
(car revs)
Keoki was a pretty good friend.
Yeah.
What kind of man kills a
cop in cold blood, Danno,
and leaves a rifle behind
with a dead officer's
name engraved in gold?
Someone with a big grudge.
Not just another cop
hater. This guy is sick.
Let's go.
McGARRETT: You and Keoki
rode together for six years, Ookala.
You knew him better than
anyone else on the force.
Can you think of any
threats against him?
Anyone out to get him?
Anything that might have
happened out of the ordinary?
I've tried. I can't.
Just the usual stuff:
a punk out of his head on pills,
the man-and-wife thing.
Nothing unusual.
Let me ask you something.
Did he owe money to...
the wrong people?
No, no.
He didn't owe anybody a dime.
That's why he had the
Saturday funeral job.
Always wanted the
best for his four kids.
Didn't want to owe
anyone a dime.
Good enough, Ookala.
I want to get Keoki's murderer.
I sent my wife and
kids to her folks on Maui.
I got time. I'll work
around the clock.
I know exactly how you
feel, and I feel the same way,
and I won't let up
until we nail him.
You can bet on it.
Mahalo.
CHIN HO: Steve?
Out here.
Find out anything
about the bipod.
Oh, like the rifle.
Not made for an M1,
but our boy did some metalwork,
converted it to fit the gun.
Che says World War II issue.
He's trying to run it down.
Okay. Contact Fubu Che,
go through the FBI recods.
Look for any killers who
have traits like our man.
Any types who kill
police hitman style.
On my way.
Help him, Ben.
WOMAN (on radio):
Number one, see the man.
A 459 report:
51 South Ioni, number 312.
WOMAN 2: Officers
Matsuda and Keever...
Repeat, officers Matsuda
and Keever in car 7, mike 212,
contact Sergeant
Cyder on frequency one.
Any available unit, a code 30:
612 Hakaka Place.
WOMAN 1: One x-ray 51,
a code 30, 212... (thudding)
six and all jewelry.
[WOMAN ON RADIO]
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
WOMAN 2: Six
tango 31, six tango 31,
415 juvenile code:
malicious mischief.
Third and Kilea, code two.
WOMAN 1:
Sixty-five-thirty-four, 65-34.
See the man. A
neighborhood dispute, 319...
WOMAN 2: All units,
six x-ray 24, six x-ray 24.
A 211 silent, 2454
Likiliki, a residence.
Six x-ray 24, code two.
WOMAN 1: Four
x-ray 39... (clicks)
CHE: The gold plate
is a manufactured item,
but I found
something interesting.
At first, I thought the
letters were engraved.
Looked professional.
Now watch.
Nine thousandths difference
in the horizontal plane
between the K and the E.
Seven thousandths off.
Notice the right side of the O.
A chipped lettering tool.
The name was hand-stamped
with a steel lettering set,
not engraved.
Look at the plate again.
The untrained human
eye can detect flaws
at ten thousandths of an inch,
anything less
will lack precision,
like this plate.
Good work, Che.
Danno, make up
a special bulletin.
Give the specifications
and metallic
content of the plate,
also the typeface
and size of the letters,
and send a copy to every
jewelry store, trophy company,
hardware and department
store in the islands,
and keep me posted.
Right.
What about the M1, Che?
Right. It was delivered
to the army in 1943.
From there we traced
the serial number
to Patton's Third
Army in France.
How did it end up on
a rooftop in Honolulu?
A favorite trick of some GIs
was to smuggle these home
in empty artillery-shell tubes.
Some of them brought back a gun
for every member of the family.
Then that rifle
could have belonged
to any number of 1,000 GIs?
Afraid so, Steve.
Oh, there is one other thing.
Our man didn't file the
serial numbers very deep.
It's obvious he wasn't
trying to hide them,
just wants us to work
a little to read them.
( mysterious theme playing)
( mysterious theme swells)
(gunshots)
Has the area been cleared?
Yeah.
Where's Steve?
With the governor.
Anyone else in there?
He sent his wife and kid
out before he started to shoot.
MAN: What's the matter,
pigs? You out of bullets?
It's the only way
you're going to get me.
Anyone use the horn yet?
No.
Ben.
Let's spill a little blood.
Heh-heh. Yours. Heh-heh.
Think this is our cop killer?
Not likely, this guy
wants to get caught.
You know his name?
McKinney. (gunshots)
Hold your fire.
McKinney, this is Five-0.
Throw your gun out.
(gunshot)
Stubborn, isn't he?
McKinney, last
chance. Game's over.
Either you come out,
or we're coming in.
McKINNEY: Come
and get me, big mouth.
(gunshot)
Chin, smoke him out.
(clicks)
(coughing)
It's an M1.
Yeah.
Call Che and get doc
over here right away.
Chin, you and Ben search
the house thoroughly.
Right.
Danny, Ookala's been hit.
WOMAN (on radio):
Five and a 909.
MAN (on radio): Ten-four.
Five-O10?
Five-O10.
Would you check out a sign
down at 24th and Melowna?
A sign down at 24th and Melowna?
Okay, 10-4.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Five-oh-three, 10-7.
Central, patch me through
to the governor's office.
WOMAN 2 (on phone):
Governor's office.
This is Williams.
Let me talk to McGarrett.
Emergency.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Mcgarrett just left.
Thank you.
Central.
MAN 2 (on radio): Central.
Patch me through
to McGarrett's car.
Ten-four.
Central to McGarrett.
Yeah. McGarrett.
Go ahead. Steve, Danny.
We just had a shootout
at Alamana and Pekoi.
A nut named McKinney.
He might be our sniper.
Listen, he got Wayne Ookala.
Steve?
Steve?
Yeah, Danno, yeah.
I'm here.
Uh, what about the shooter?
What was his name? McKinney?
He came out shooting.
We had to gun him
down. No choice.
Anything I can do there?
No.
Okay, Danno. Meet
me at the office.
WOMAN (on radio):
Twenty-seven 76, 36 Avenue, 909.
Twenty-seven 76, 36 Avenue, 909.
MAN (on radio): Ten-four, 10-4.
Thompson.
Easy.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
Zero, ten, 10-4.
(ringing)
McGarrett.
Yeah, doc.
Just finished on Ookala.
Sent the slug to Che.
Cause of death:
severe hemorrhaging
in the intestinal chamber.
But doc, he was
shot in the chest.
That was the point of entry,
but the path of the
bullet was so steep
it went down through his
stomach and intestines.
How? Ookala's killer
fired from ground level.
Wrong, McGarrett.
The path of the
bullet is unmistakable.
High shot down
through the chest.
Okay, doc, thank you.
McKinney's not our man.
He's not?
CHIN HO: Steve's right.
McKinney got out
of jail just yesterday.
A smack peddler.
Drugs scrambled his brains.
Let's go.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
Look like a good
perch to you, Danno?
Yeah.
( ominous theme playing)
( ominous theme swells)
( ominous theme playing)
(shutter clicks)
Right under our noses.
He's smooth. And taunting us.
Yeah, but why?
He's a maniac. He's a psycho.
I have a feeling
we haven't seen the last of him.
He... He's not picking
his victims at random.
He's selective.
Keoki led a funeral
every Saturday
for the past six months.
He was at the same
place at the same time.
Easy to track.
But what about Ookala?
How did our killer
know he'd be here?
It was a red alert.
All cars responded.
Police radio.
Exactly. Exactly.
Pass the word. No
names on the air.
Cross-index Keoki
and Ookala's records
all the way back to the academy.
Before, if necessary.
I want the book on both of them.
Let's go.
Yes, chief, I've got it.
Thank you very much. Good move.
Any word from St. Louis?
There's thousands
of World War II
expert-riflemen
records to go through.
National personal records center
has them on microfilm.
It's going to take a while.
I ordered copies for us
instead of computer-visual
readout as soon as they arrive.
The problem is we'll need a
30-year update on any leads.
But Washington records
lead nowhere either, Steve.
No one with our man's m.o.
is opperating on
the islands now.
Any response to these?
Not yet.
Steve, computer is
spitting and winking,
but so far, a dead end.
Keoki and Ookala were involved
in more than 1,000
criminal incidents together.
It's gonna take a lot of
time to check them out.
Top priority, Danno. Get
me some answers now.
Chin, back him up.
Ben, hit the streets,
talk to our informants,
push it hard. Let's go.
Jenny, I got an appointment.
GOVERNOR: I didn't ask you
here to pressure you, Steve.
McGARRETT: I know that, sir.
You're getting
heat. So is H.P.D.
Is there anything I can do
to take some of it off you?
No. No. No, thank you.
I've had heat before.
I think I can handle it.
I'm not worried about that,
but do you need more help?
H.P.D. is on a
12-on, 12-off shift.
We're working around the clock.
I have every available
man on the job.
I'm having a press
conference in 30 minutes.
What do I tell them?
Tell them I'm coming
down hard on this guy,
harder than I've
ever hit before.
Now, please, governor, quote me.
I want him to know it.
( mysterious theme playing)
( mysterious theme swells)
Take a look.
Notice the chip in the O.
Yeah.
Now Ookala's nameplate.
McGARRETT: Yep.
Same chip in the O.
Well,
tells us one thing,
he's an amateur,
and that's all it tells us.
And this rock could
be crawling with guys
with that much ability.
Our best bet is to find out
where these gold
plates came from.
They might have come
from anywhere, Steve.
Cleveland to Calcutta.
Anywhere in between.
Or right here in
Honolulu in the union mall.
We got lucky?
We just had a call, Steve,
in response to
our special bulletin.
Norm's Jewelers. Norm himself.
He said he used to
make those plates.
Let's go. (slide clunks)
Thanks, Che.
( ominous theme playing)
(rattling)
That's right. I'm Norm.
Did you make these, Norm?
Yes, I made them. (
ominous theme playing)
Only sold a few.
Didn't do this lettering,
though. Sold 'em blank.
Could you tell us the
name of the purchasers?
If it isn't in here,
I'm afraid you're out of luck.
( tense theme playing)
It's been, uh, four or
five, maybe six years.
Your records go back that far?
Oh, yes.
Afraid that's it.
And you're sure?
Like I thought,
the receipts only go
back about five years.
Can you think of any other store
that might have
made those plates?
Oh, any one of 50 I could
name, but not in recent years.
That's, uh... That's real gold.
You don't find quality
like that anymore.
Now everything's
cheap imitation.
(keys jingling)
(grunts)
NORM: Sorry I couldn't help.
Yeah, well, thanks
for the call anyway.
NORM: Call? I didn't call.
( tense theme playing)
(gunshot)
( tense theme swells)
( tense theme playing)
See it?
I see it.
Let's go.
Secure the front.
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
(siren wailing)
This is McGarrett.
All cars, red alert.
Heading on King Street pursuing
late-model green Mustang.
Dispatch, McGarrett.
I lost the suspect.
Pier 26. Green Mustang.
Now headed towards
city along the waterfront.
All cars in the area respond.
(panting)
In simple terms, doc.
At the interspace between
the seventh cervical vertebra
and the first thoracic vertebra,
there was a complete
transection of the column
in the spinal cord.
Death instantaneous.
That's simple terms?
It's in the book.
What about the weapon, doc?
Metal, heavy, club-like.
CHIN HO (on phone):
Steve? Yeah, Chin?
That car that got away from you,
license number: Elgin, 4-1-9-3.
You mean the green
Mustang? What about it?
H.P.D. found it on
the bottom of the bay.
Pier 18. They're after it now.
I'm on my way.
Keoki, Ookala... Thompson.
Central, this is McGarrett.
Patch me through to sergeant
Larry Thompson, please,
on the double.
MAN (on radio):
Thompson's off-duty.
Well, find him fast and tell
him to get in touch with me.
Ten-four.
I've pegged our sniper,
Danno. Kurt Stoner.
That means Larry
Thompson is next.
I've got to find
him and warn him.
Steve, Larry Thompson is dead.
( ominous theme playing)
He was shot once
through the head.
M1, nameplate, the works.
H.P.D. just found him.
They figure it happened
sometime early this morning.
Oh, my God.
Danno, hit the computer again.
Find out everything
it's got on Kurt Stoner.
Chin, get out an
APB on Kurt Stoner.
Ask H.P.D. to check
the airports and the ships.
( ominous theme playing)
( ominous theme swells)
( ominous theme playing)
Stoner and his
partner, Charlie Keon,
attempted to hold up
the Oahu national bank.
Now, to intimidate the
customers and employees,
Stoner used explosives.
He held a charge in each hand
wired to a detonator
clenched between his teeth.
I recall the incident vaguely.
That was over 10
years ago, wasn't it?
Twelve, sir.
In spite of the threat
of the explosives,
a teller stepped
on a silent alarm.
Now, I was in the neighborhood,
so I responded when
the code two came over.
Thompson, Keoki, Ookala, and I,
were the first four
officers on the scene.
When we entered the bank,
Keon panicked and
started screaming
that Stoner would blow us
all up unless we backed off
and permitted
them both to escape.
I ordered them to surrender.
Keon started shooting,
we returned the fire.
Keon was killed. Stoner was hit,
and the explosives
went off in his hands.
DANNO: Stoner got ten to life.
The government paid
for his artificial hands
and trained him.
He became expert,
worked in the metal shop.
But he forgot he was caught
in the act of robbing a bank
and threatening
people with explosives.
He hated those
hooks, so he blamed us.
Became an obsession with him.
Still, he was... He was paroled.
Yes, sir, and he came
out with a death list.
There's only one
name left on it.
You?
Yes, sir.
What do you
propose to do, Steve?
Well, we're
already doing it, sir.
After the close
call that Stoner had
going off that pier last night,
we figure he'll
lay low for a while.
So if he postpones
coming after me,
we'll have to go after him.
How?
A man with a prison
record, a psychiatric history,
and a handicap like that
can't have too many job offers.
I'm betting he's
holed up somewhere,
scratching out an existence.
So we're going to hit
the low-rent districts.
Lot of ground to cover.
Yes, sir,
but a man with hooks for
hands can't hide them very well.
( funky theme playing)
(knocking)
( funky theme swells)
Danno, take a look.
Jackpot.
Yeah. Get Ben, Duke,
Chin, H.P.D. backup.
I'm going in.
Careful.
(baby crying)
(phone ringing)
STONER (on phone):
Hello, McGarrett.
I've got a present for you.
Look in the bureau drawer.
(gunshot)
Stoner?
Stoner!
(laughing)
I'm going to see you
buried in those, McGarrett.
( funky theme playing)
(whispering) Steve, you okay?
Yeah, he's heading for the roof
on the building across
the way. Let's go.
( suspenseful theme playing)
(sirens wailing)
Cover me, Danno.
(gunshot)
(vehicles approaching)
(doors shut)
Ben?
Ben, do you read me?
I read you, Steve.
Ben, on a count of five,
carefully, very carefully,
step out and draw his fire.
Carefully on a count
of five. You got it?
I got you, Steve.
Okay.
I'm going to start counting now.
One, two, three...
four, five.
(gun cocks)
(gunshot)
(engine starts)
(whispering) Danno, now.
McGarrett, come
back here... (gunshot)
(gunshots) (gunshot)
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme swells)
( upbeat surf theme playing)