Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 19 - Death with Father - full transcript

Hey, Fallon, get the bag,

come over here,
and give me a hand.

McGARRETT: Attention!
This is the police.

You're completely surrounded.

Clasp your hands
on top of your heads

and remain where you are.

You, in the shed!

Come out with your
hands on your head

and you won't be injured.

You've got exactly five
seconds to surrender.

Let's go, gentlemen.



McGARRETT: Get an ambulance.

Central. Central, come in.

Ten-eleven... Get the side.

Repeat, 10-11,
Waimano Peak, code two.

Yeah.

Conversion lab,
all right. Big one.

Gas masks, the whole bit.

I'd say 98 percent
pure, number four.

There's gotta be at
least 15 kilos of pure junk

in these bags.

That means they've cooked

about 25 kilos of morphine base.

At three kilos a day, took
them maybe eight days.

Old washing machine motor,



stripped-down refrigerator...

Just like the factory
the sûreté showed me

when I was in
Marseille last year.

But we still don't know why

they brought uncooked
base to the islands.

Maybe that guy
out there can tell us.

Not a print in the
whole place, Steve.

Must have used
gloves the whole time.

Steve, try on this for size.

Ernie Fallon, alias
Ernie Farrell, age 33,

two prior convictions
for narcotics possession,

dishonorable
discharge, U.S. Army.

Who hired you, Fallon?

What do they look like?

Did you buy the
equipment for the factory?

Who paid for it?

They gave you the
base, didn't they?

Come on, Fallon,
you're wasting our time.

Where did the base come from?

Who brought it in?

If I talk, I'm dead.

If you don't talk, you'll rot.

What about the other
guy, the chemist?

What's his name? I'm no fink.

He's not gonna hurt you.

Just tell us his name.

No promises, but it
might help you in court.

Tom Morgan.

Did you say Tom Morgan?

That's right.

Cliff Morgan's son?

Mid-20s, dark hair, blue eyes?

That's him.

Let's go, Danno.

Well, well. Look who's here.

Hello, Morgan.

Hey, I hear you just
cracked a big one.

A factory.

Where did you hear that?

Well, I still got some
friends at Treasury.

Yeah, it was a big one.

You're my kind of cop,
McGarrett. No nonsense.

Move in, bust heads.
It's the only way.

Is it? Ah, come on.

Listen, McGarrett, I've been
doing it my way for 30 years.

Nobody complained.

Rights.

Junkies, pushers,
hopheads, scum.

I say it's a war, and in a war,

you use everything
you've got to kill the enemy.

But me... Me, they beach

just two years before I
was supposed to retire

with full pension.

Ah, you didn't come down
here to hear me sound off.

No, I didn't.

I'd like to know where Tom is.

Tom? What for?

A suspect in the factory bust

said that Tom was
one of the cooks.

What?

He said that Tom
was working with him.

What are you saying?

I'm only telling you
what the suspect said.

Well, he's a liar.

He described Tom
perfectly, Morgan.

McGarrett, you're
talking about my son.

Yeah, I know it.

But you know that I
have to follow up on this,

that nobody gets immunity.
Well, the punk is lying.

It's gotta be a
frame of some kind.

I checked, Morgan.

Tom's a chemistry
major. Straight A student.

Listen, McGarrett, my son
spent four years in Vietnam.

A silver star,
two purple hearts.

You're telling me he's mixed
up with hopheads and pushers?

I'm not judging him, Morgan.

He's innocent
until proven guilty.

I only wanna talk with him.

He'll tell you. He'll
tell you himself.

I don't know where he is,

but I'll have him
at your office at 3.

You have my word on it.

That's good enough for me.

Some haul.

Biggest we ever had.

Got to be worth...

Five million on the street
depending how it's cut.

I've never known
stuff to be converted

on this side of
the world before.

What's the point?

Beats me.

Morphine bricks are
a lot easier to smuggle

than bundles of opium paste.

We'll check with Interpol
and the Bureau of Narcotics.

See if we can get a line
on the source of the base.

So far, all we know
from our informants

is that there was some kind
of a hijack in Southeast Asia.

But the operation's
gotta be a big one.

The amount of goods involved,

the cost of setting
up the factory.

Thank you.

Tom. Tom.

What's up?

Are you out of your mind?

I've been around
junkies for 30 years.

I know every kind of
misery that dope can bring.

I hate it like the plague.

What are you trying to say?

McGarrett of Five-0
was by to see me.

He was in on a
big bust, a factory.

One of the punks they picked
up said you were involved.

You're kidding.

That's what I said to McGarrett.

But you weren't
convinced. That figures.

I told McGarrett you weren't.

Now you gotta tell him.

Yeah, I knew Fallon.

He was a creep.

He used to hang
around the campus.

One day, he asked me to
steal some chemicals for him.

Said he'd pay a good
price. I told him to bug off.

I guess that's why
he gave you my name,

just to lighten his own load.

You should have hollered cop.

Just a minute, Morgan.

When was the last time
you saw Ernie Fallon?

Mmm, about four months ago.

Not since then? No.

Did he say what he wanted
to use the chemicals for?

No.

Did you ask him? No.

Why not? I didn't care.

You didn't care?

A creep asks you to
steal, and you didn't care.

What the hell's the
matter with you?

J-just a second, Morgan.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

Uh, working in
the lab at school.

Can anyone verify that?

Mmm, no, I was working
alone. Now, think hard.

There must have been
somebody in that school...

I told you, I was working alone.

Oh, wait a minute. Oh, Janice.

Who? Janice Wu.

She was in a class
I had last year,

but she left school in June.

I saw her outside
the chemistry building.

We, uh, said hello.
Talked a minute.

Where does she live?

Oh, I don't know. I
don't know her that well.

Okay, just one
last thing. Formality.

Is this Ernie Fallon?

Yeah, that's him.

Just as you remember
him four months ago?

Mm-hm.

Okay, I guess that's it.

I told you he had
nothing to do with it.

Thanks for coming in.

Come on, Tom.

You caught something,
didn't you, Steve?

Yeah.

Take a look at the transcript

of Chin's
interrogation of Fallon.

It's on my desk there.

Near the bottom
of the first page.

Question: "Do you have any
distinguishing marks, scars?"

Answer: "Birthmark
on my lower back."

Question: "How long have
you worn a mustache?"

Answer: "I grew it
about a month ago."

A month ago...

Tom said he hadn't seen
Fallon in four months.

Yet he identified Fallon

just as he remembered
him four months ago.

In this photo, Fallon
has a mustache.

Put a tail on the kid, Danno,

and find that girl Janice Wu.

Right.

I tried to call
you at your place.

And I've been trying
to call you... about this.

Have you read the story, Tom?

No.

Because you don't have to.

What's that supposed to mean?

Don't.

If Ernie Fallon was there,
that means you were there.

Don't you think I know that?

The story says one
suspect escaped.

Look, Jan, come here. Come here.

I wanna talk to you.

Sit down.

You told me you were
through with Ernie.

I am.

You'll find another Fallon.

I won't need these anymore.

Look, Jan, I need you.

No, you don't need
me. You never did!

I need you to tell the police

you saw me outside
of the chemistry building

yesterday at 6:00
in the afternoon.

No! Yes.

I'm not gonna get
involved in this.

You're already involved.

If I go to jail, you go to jail.

What are you saying, Tom?

I haven't done anything.
Think the police'll believe that

if I tell them you were in
this with Ernie and me?

No.

Now, look, Jan,
you've gotta help me.

It'll be all right. You'll see.

You've just gotta tell them...

No, I can't. I won't.

Now, look, Jan.

You'll tell 'em.

You'll tell 'em,

because you don't
wanna go to jail...

and because you love me.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Dr. Freedman. Dr. Freedman.

It's time for your shot.

Shot? What shot?

This one.

Central, patch me to McGarrett.

McGARRETT: Yeah, Ben?

Tom and the girl just left
his apartment on his bike.

She answers the
description of Janice Wu

Danny got from the university.

Okay. Stay with them, Ben,

and contact Danno as soon
as they come in for a landing.

Right.

Yes, Jenny?

Doc Bergman, Steve,
calling from the hospital.

Doc, what have you got?

Ernie Fallon. Dead, Steve.

Shot once in bed. Close range.

Probably used a silencer.
Nobody heard a thing.

Shot dead in a hospital
with a guard on the door?

All I do is postmortems.

What time, Doc?

About an hour ago. No more.

Tell Che and H.P.D. I want
anything they can come up with.

Is Duke there?

Did you take a coffee break?

No, sir.

He's questioning
the cop on duty.

Tell him to get back to me.

No, sir.

Check with Steve when
you're finished, Duke.

You were supposed to
check the ID of everyone

who came into this room.

I figured Donaldson
on the shift before me

had already checked them out.

You figured wrong!

Miss Wu?

Miss Wu!

Williams, Five-0. I
want to report an OD.

275 Peli Street, Apartment 211.

I want a doctor
with the ambulance,

and you can tell them
she OD'd on ludes.

This is a lousy place to meet.

On the contrary. It is the best.

Now to get to the
reason for this meeting.

We're gonna need
another factory.

Another factory? What for?

To process the
other half of my base.

You didn't tell me
there was more.

Well, we didn't want
to risk the whole supply.

And as it turned
out, we were right.

Uh-uh, no way. I'm too hot.

You'll have to get
yourself another boy.

Tom, I'm gonna
be frank with you.

I hired you on Fallon's
recommendation

only because I could not
find a professional chemist

in these islands
to cook the base.

I still can't.

So since I have
to deal with a boy,

I have no intention of
finding myself another one.

Mm-mm. Look, I'm
gonna quit this whole...

You are going to do nothing

but put together
another factory,

starting immediately.

If you quit now...
your father wins.

Tom, I may be a corrupt man,

but I'm not a stupid one.

If you were doing
this just for the money,

I could never trust you.

But knowing you as I do,

I would stake my life
on your dependability.

I'll let you know.

Will he do it?

Yeah, he'll do it.

There are forces
inside of all of us,

primitive instincts that
tie us to our parents,

like love, hate, fear.

All directed towards them.

And against them.

With Tom, it is a death
wish for his father.

T-Tom.

No, Janice.

Tom's not here.

Tell him... I couldn't live.

I wanted to die.

Pow.

Duke, Steve. I'm at a
junkyard on Sand Island.

Got a make on Tom
Morgan from the owner.

Says the kid was
in just this morning

and bought a used
washing machine engine,

some bedstead supports
and some other things.

Okay, Duke. Check
a few other yards.

Maybe we can pick up Tom's trail

and reestablish surveillance.

H.P.D. has a stakeout
on his apartment.

Right. On it.

Anything on the limo license
Ben got at the natatorium?

Yeah, the car is registered

to the Oahu Car Leasing Company.

Ben's checking there now.

Steve, just got a
make from Interpol

on the two men Ben
photographed with Tom Morgan.

Ah.

Pay dirt.

McGarrett.

Morgan.

Great view.

You didn't come here
to admire the view.

No, I didn't.

Take a look at these.

That's your son, Tom,
and top Asian dealers.

Luu Se Ngu, owner
of a hotel in Saigon,

dealer in the black market.

And Lee Song,

once one of the biggest
Golden Triangle operators,

according to Interpol.

So what?

You don't know what they said.

McGarrett, you haven't
got a case against him,

and you know it.

You're kidding yourself, Morgan.

Both as a cop and a father,
you're kidding yourself.

Now, you know that Tom
is in this up to his neck.

What you should be worried about

is not what we'll do to him,
but what they'll do to him

after they're through using him.

The best place for
Tom to be right now

is where you've put
a lot of other people

for dealing in
heroin: behind bars.

Give it some thought.

You're in with them.

You've been in with them.

My own son, in with hopheads
and pushers and junkies.

That's right. Up to my neck.

I only had a little basement
lab cooking speed,

then they found me and
hired me for the big stuff.

Why?

Tell me why.

You ever ask yourself

how a kid who was
afraid of his own shadow

won all those medals?

Because I didn't care
whether I lived or I died.

It was either die at home
for some imagined sin

or off in the jungle
somewhere by a sniper's bullet.

A jungle you drove me into!

It wasn't until I got home

that I realized I
wanted to live.

Live long enough
to see you hurt.

But what did I ever do to you?

I gave you everything
you ever had.

What did you ever give me

except a childhood full of
screaming and bickering?

A prison guard for a father,

a cop looking over my shoulder

judging every move I ever made!

I tried to teach
you some respect.

Respect?! For what? The law?

That's right. The law.

Respect.

You bugged people, busted heads,

paid off your informers.

I heard it all, I saw it all.

Night after night, I heard you
bragging about busting in doors,

slamming suspects around.

I did what I had to do.

Had to? Had to?
Want... You stupid punk.

You don't even know
what you've done.

You don't know
what they're like.

You don't know
what they'll do to you

when they can't use you anymore.

I don't care.

Well, I care.

Only because the
names are the same.

Because you're still
the big, tough cop.

Without that, you're nothing.

Your whole life would
be a big, fat zero.

Now, listen to me, damn it.

I'll tell you what
you're gonna do,

and you're gonna
do it, understand?

There is nothing you can do.

I can get rid of the evidence.
I can save your stupid hide.

What do you mean
get the evidence? How?

Never mind how. I can get it.

I can get rid of it.

The evidence is all
they've got against you.

It's as simple as that.

And once I do it,
you're coming with me,

and you're gonna
do what I tell you.

Come with you? Where?
Out of the country.

Oh, come on. They
would follow us.

Oh, they better not try.

You would do this? For me?

The names are the same.

Okay.

Now... you go to my place.

Wait till I phone
you. Now, don't move.

Don't move, don't
answer the door,

don't answer the
phone until I ring once

and then call back right away.

Property. Tallman.

Phil, this is Lieutenant Oleka.

I need the evidence
in that Narcotics raid

we made with the feds.

I think it was back in
August 2nd of, uh, 1972.

It's case number 2742.

Uh, could you bring it
down right away? It's urgent.

Sure, lieutenant. Right away.

Where's Lieutenant Oleka?

Oleka? He's pulling the
night watch this week.

But he just called me

and asked me to
bring this down here.

We've made tests of the water

in this whole area
for signs of impurities.

There's traces of acetate
ion and chloroform.

Could you estimate where
it might have come from?

Only place I can
think of is a cabin

about two miles off
Kailkailloa Highway,

just beyond Koko Head.

Good.

Right.

You won't believe this. Try me.

Steve just got a
report from H.P.D.

Somebody stole that
$5 million worth of junk

out of the, uh, property room.

What?

Steve's on his
way to H.P.D. now.

What did he say
about this setup?

He said to cool it
until we hear from him.

How could it happen?

How many men have
keys to this room?

Only the men pulling duty here.

It was Tallman today.

You mean $5
million worth of junk,

and one man on duty?

On Sunday, yeah.

Steve, I don't know how
they could have worked it.

Do you think Song
and Ngu did this?

No.

There's only one
man that I know of

with enough savvy and
enough guts to pull this off.

McGarrett.

Don't you ever
take any time off?

I was about to ask
you the same question.

You seem pretty busy

for a guy who's
supposed to be retired.

Well, you know the old saying:

Idle hands... Yeah. Yeah.

Yours were kind of busy
this morning, weren't they?

I guess that's supposed
to mean something.

Five million dollars
worth of smack

was stolen from the
H.P.D. property room

early this morning.

No.

Yes.

Well, isn't that something?

Any idea who pulled the job?

I'll give you one guess.

Oh, now, wait. Hold it.

You don't think I...
Ah, come on, Morgan.

Knock it off!

Knock it off, will you?

I never thought you'd go
this far to protect Tom. Never.

McGarrett, I've just about
had a belly full of you.

Burglary,
obstruction of justice,

destruction of evidence.

That's just for openers.

I hear you talking a lot but
you're not saying a damn thing.

Don't snow me. I'm a cop too.

You heard me, McGarrett.

You don't have a thing
on me, and you know it.

So stop bugging me.

All right. Okay.

Just let me ask
you one question.

Do you know where
Tom is right now?

Yeah. My place.

Well, go and take a look,
and when he's not there,

I'll tell you where
you can find him,

if you're still interested.

All right, supercop,
where is he?

He's in a cabin near Koko Head,

cooking another
batch of morphine base.

That's a damn lie.

You wanna see for yourself?

Now, I could bust him right now,

but that wouldn't
stop Song and Ngu

from going into
business someplace else.

And it wouldn't stop
them from killing Tom.

Just to... To keep him
from testifying against them.

There's only one way, Morgan.

There's only one
way to save him,

and that's by wrapping
up this whole, rotten mess...

with your help.

All right. What?

What do you want me to do?

Hello.

Song?

Who is this?

Cliff Morgan.

Oh, Mr. Morgan.

A surprise.

How good of you to call.

I got something you lost.

And what could that be?

Five million bucks'
worth of fresh-cooked...

Yeah, I just heard
it on the news.

I'm familiar with the details.

I took it from the
H.P.D. property room.

I heisted it to make
a deal with you.

You heisted it?

I'll explain when we meet.

And where would that be?

Where my son's working.

I suggest you come here.

Ha-ha-ha! No way, Song. No way.

I wanna make sure
Tom is still alive.

Now, you don't have to
tell me where the factory is.

We meet someplace.

You take me to see Tom.

It's that or nothing.

Impossible.

Then say goodbye
to the 5 million.

We wait.

Hello.

Very well, Mr. Morgan.
We'll do it your way.

I hope you have
not been followed.

Our lookout will
inform us if you have.

You show me my son,

and I'll show you
where you can get back

Five million worth
of number four.

Now, this is volatile stuff,

so before we go with
it, put on the gas masks.

What's going on?

What's he doing here?

Your father insisted
on seeing you.

It seems that he
has a deal to offer us.

Deal? What kind of a deal?

I have $1 million worth
of number four here

in this bag.

It's yours, Song, if you
guarantee my son's safety

and if you leave the country.

Hm. All for 1 million?

How about the rest of the...?

Give me an address.

There will be 1 million
a year for 4 years.

Your insurance?

That's it, Song. No haggling.

Take it or leave it.

You drive a hard
bargain, Mr. Morgan.

A hard bargain.

I don't like it. Why
should we trust him?

Do we have a choice?

Okay, gentlemen, let's go.

Chin, you stay here.

Duke. Teams 1 and 2, move in.

You, outside the shack,

you're under arrest.

Throw down your weapons,
put your hands on your head.

You're completely surrounded.

A trap. It's a trap.

Throw down your weapons.

Put your hands over your heads.

Move toward the
officer on my left.

Song, Ngu, it's all over.

Come out with your
hands on your heads.

Tom, Morgan, come out.

Tom, come out!

I thought...

Just for a second, I thought...

you did something.

You actually broke
the law... for me.

I did.

You're a liar, Pop.

Okay.

Have it your way.

Let's go, son. You're
coming with me.

No, Pop.

You're coming with me.