Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 22 - Mother's Deadly Helper - full transcript

Your Honor.

Mr. Derringer.

Your Honor, I would like to
move for dismissal of all charges

against my client,

uh, unless the
prosecution is prepared

to proceed with its case.

Mr. Manicote?

Your Honor, at this time
the state is not prepared

to proceed in its case
against Joseph Furika

and would like to ask
for another continuance.

Your Honor... Mr. Manicote,



the court has already granted
the state two postponements.

I'm aware of that,
Judge Bergstrom.

We are still trying to
locate the missing witness.

Your Honor, a
further continuance

would be an overt violation

of my client's
constitutional right

to a fair and speedy trial.

If the state is not prepared,
as Mr. Manicote admits,

to proceed at this time,

I move for an immediate
dismissal of all charges

on the grounds of
insufficient evidence.

Mr. Manicote, can
you or can't you

open your case
without Mr. Ritchie?

His eyewitness
testimony is integral



to the state's case, Your Honor.

In plain English,
Mr. Manicote, please,

are you prepared to
go to trial without him?

If the court would grant
one week's postponement...

No, Mr. Manicote,
the court cannot.

You've already had
more than sufficient time

to locate the witness
who disappeared.

Most mysteriously, I concede.

Is the state pursuing
that angle, Mr. Manicote?

I plan to call in
Five-0, Your Honor.

You should have thought
of that a long time ago.

Will the defendant please rise?

Joseph Furika,

in view of the
fact that the state

is unable to
proceed with its case,

and because the prosecution

has already been granted
two postponements,

this court has no alternative

but to dismiss the
charges against you

and release you from custody.

Joe. Joe Furika.

How about a picture of you

with your arm
around your lawyer?

Joe, where are you
going to from here?

What's next for you, Joe?

Hey, Happy, how about
just one more pose?

Better get an ambulance.

What have we got, doctor?

One bullet wound right
through the abdomen.

What about the
trajectory of the bullet?

It definitely came from above.

I'd say about, uh, 45 degrees.

Which means it could
have come from over there.

That looks logical.

If you gentlemen don't
need me anymore...

Thank you.

Danno.

Find anything?

This.

Looks like a .44-40.

The roof?

Yeah, on the roof.

Anything else?

Not even footprints?

Nothing.

Okay.

You better get Che
over here anyway

just to check it out in case.

One good thing about it, Steve:

Happy Furika had
about as many f-friends

as a guy who had bubonic plague.

We'll never run out of suspects.

Just what I need:
Another batch of suspects.

Whoever it was had
to be waiting for Furika

outside the building.

Which means he must have known

the case was dismissed.

So he must have been
inside the courtroom to hear it.

Or gotten a signal from
somebody who was inside.

Did you, uh, check
the bailiffs, Danno?

Yeah. None of them spotted
anything or anyone suspicious.

It could have been
a hit man, Steve,

or somebody imported
from the mainland.

A hit man hired to kill
another hit man? No.

Steve, we knew Furika was hired

to kill Contrero.

It was common knowledge
Contrero was making

too many waves in the union.

And Contrero had a good chance

of being elected
to the union board.

Once he was in, it
meant big trouble.

All right, they hire
Furika to kill Contrero,

but why hire
somebody to kill Furika?

Steve, this special delivery
letter was brought over

from your office. Thought
it might be important.

McGARRETT: Thanks, Duke.

You know, Ben might
have something, Steve.

Who originally hired Furika

would have worried
he'd eventually talk.

Why would he? He'd
already been released.

He had a history of
lapping up the sauce.

McGARRETT: Listen to this.

"Dear Steve, I never
wrote to you before,

"but I sure have wanted to

"because I'm a true
friend of the police

and I have always thought
you was a real great cop."

Fan letter?

McGARRETT: "I know what
you think of all those dumb

"Supreme Court decisions

"and all those
bleeding-heart judges

"who are soft on all them
murderers and rapists and cruds,

"so when I sat in that courtroom

"and watched that
murdering Furika get off,

"it was just like an
explosion inside of me,

"and that's why I
give you a hand today.

That's right, Steve.
It was me shot him."

"One .44-40 bullet

"right through his stinking gut.

"So from now on, I'll be around

"to give all you great
guys at Five-0 a hand

"whenever you need it.

Yours for law and
order like it used to be."

Wow.

McGARRETT: There's more.

"P.S., I can't sign
my real name for now,

"but maybe later.

"For right now,
just think of me as...

Mother's Helper."

Mother's Helper?

Real funny guy.

You think it's for real, Steve?

If it wasn't, how would
he know it was a .44-40?

Ben, ask Che to
come here, please.

Maybe we'll know more
about Mother's Helper

after Che gets
through with his letter.

Meanwhile, Chin,
I want a complete

computer readout on
every law enforcement freak

H.P.D. has ever
run through its files,

including those in and
out of hospitals and prisons.

Right.

"All those dumb
Supreme Court decisions.

"All those
bleeding-heart judges.

"That's why I give
you a hand today.

It was me shot him."

Boy, when I... When I
read phrases like that,

I get worried.

Right or left,
the lunatic fringe

is always ready to take
things into its own hands.

That's one thing
they share in common.

Let's go, Danno.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three,
four. Four quarters.

Hey, mister. Yeah?

The gun's busted.

What gun?

This one here. I
just put in my quarter,

and it stopped shooting.

Yeah? Sure you put in a quarter?

Yeah, I put in my quarter.

Oh, it's jammed.

Hey, come on. That's my gun.

Pow!

Hey, mister, that's my gun.

That's my gun you're...

That's shooting, kid.

Yeah, on my quarter.

Hey, mister, didn't you hear me?

Huh?

That was my quarter
you just shot up.

Oh, yeah. Compliments
of Jollyland.

This is the afternoon edition

of KGMB News.
On the local scene,

the rooftop sniper slaying

of waterfront hoodlum
Joe "Happy" Furika

is now three days
old, and as of this hour,

the police are as
much in the dark

as they were when
Furika was slain.

Not anymore they're
not, huh, Stevie boy?

Critics of our law
enforcement agencies

are complaining that no
progress has been made

toward solving what they term,

"This most recent outrageous
defiance of the law."

Defiance, my foot.

And still on crime file,
KGMB News learned today

that Patsy Lahoud

convicted of rape
and attempted murder

seven years ago,
in what was then

one of Honolulu's
most sensational cases,

has been approved for parole

and is expected to be released
within the next 48 hours.

We'll have more news
after this message.

Note the blotched E's
wherever they occur, Steve,

and the S's.

Those blotched letters
are due to old age,

which helped me pinpoint
the kind of typewriter:

a portable Corona.

Now, there hasn't been one
of those around on the market

for the last 40 years.

Okay. What about the paper?

Cheapest kind of bond.

Sold in drugstores,
five-and-tens, supermarkets.

Hm. That's great.

Of course, there were no prints.

No, but we do know where
he mailed the letter from.

Notice the, uh,
cancellation stamp?

All letters mailed in
metropolitan Honolulu

are delivered to
the main post office.

But before they're parceled out,

they're stamped with
the zip code number

of the branch they came from.
See the zip code number there?

96813.

What area is that?

Lower downtown.

That's fine, Che. Thanks.
But it's not much help.

Steve, I may have something.

Computer came up with a
name. Uh, one Elroy Wheeler,

arrested for interfering
with a student demonstration

at the university.
Charge dismissed.

Served five days.

Paid $50 fine for assault
on one of the leaders

of a pacifist meeting at
the International Center.

Picked up for questioning
on a series of phone calls

to the governor's office

concerning law-and-order issues.

Later released.

Busy boy.

Yeah.

Wheeler applied last year
to H.P.D. for employment.

He barely passed
the written test

but got turned
down on the physical.

Hypertension.

And that's not all.
Chin just called in.

Wheeler's landlady hasn't
seen him for three days.

Not since the morning of
the day Furika was shot.

Put out an APB, Danno.

Already done. All right.

Check H.P.D. for fingerprints

and description, if possible.

Right.

Steve, just came in.

Another special delivery
marked "personal."

Yeah.

Huh.

Take a look at this.

Patsy Lahoud a
real piece of dirt.

I never figured him for parole.

"Dear Steve, I
guess you didn't think

"I'd be writing
you again so quick,

"and neither did I,

"but, brother, I sure got
sore when I heard on TV

"this rapist scum was
going to be paroled.

"Anyway, I just want you to know

you didn't have to
worry about him."

Chin, call the parole office.

Find out where
Lahoud is staying.

Central, Five-0.

Get me the parole office.

"I did it for us,
Steve. You and me.

I had to take care of
this commie scum."

You checked that,
didn't you, Danno?

Right. Lahoud wouldn't
know a Communist

if one came up and bit him.

"I knew you'd want me to,

"just like I knew you
wouldn't say nothing

"to the TV or the
dumb newspapers

"about me writing
you these letters.

"Like they say
in football, Steve,

"two down and how
many more to go, huh?

Yours, Mother's Helper."

You were right, Steve.
Doc Bergman confirmed it.

Lahoud was unconscious
when he was hanged.

Evidence of a severe concussion

from a blow behind
the right temple.

And I'll give you odds

you couldn't find
a print in the place.

You win again.

We went over that
apartment from top to bottom.

No evidence of prints anywhere.

All we know is
that two of the notes

were from this area right here.

Not much to go on.

It would take months
to comb that area,

even if we knew who
or what to look for.

Well, we can't sit around

and wait for his next letter.

Jenny, see if John Manicote
is available for lunch, please.

What about that lead you dug up?

What was his name?
McGARRETT: Uh, Wheeler?

Wheeler. What happened to him?

Dead end.

You couldn't find him.

Oh, we found him, all right.

Flat on his back
in Queen's Hospital

with a broken jaw
and other injuries.

Got them in a barroom brawl.

He was admitted to the hospital

about an hour before
Furika was shot.

So we can scratch
Brother Wheeler.

Do you have any other leads?

Nothing we can move on.

That's what I wanted to
talk to you about, John.

Suppose this psycho
has an ax to grind.

Suppose he's not
just on a crusade.

Let's say that he, uh...
He got a raw deal in court

or thinks he did.

Now, you think your
people could dig back

through your files and come
up with someone like that?

What would we be looking for?

A complainant in a criminal case

where the defendant
was acquitted

even though the defendant
appeared to be guilty.

You guys don't want much.

And if that doesn't
give us anything,

you can start over again

by investigating the
defendants in the same case.

You've gotta be kidding,
Steve. If this nut had...

Had been up for trial
and had been acquitted,

why would he suddenly
start knocking off other felons?

With his kind of twisted logic,

he might be trying to punish
himself by punishing others.

I know it's a long shot,
John, but you tell me.

What other choice do we have?

I've got one.

What?

Let's order lunch.

John Padula and
Richard Freeland,

you've both pleaded guilty

to a count of assault
with a deadly weapon.

I could send you to prison
now, but because of your youth

and because this
is your first offense,

I'm suspending sentence

and granting you
three years' probation.

However, I am imposing
the following conditions:

One, that you live
with your parents

during the period of probation,

and two, that you report weekly

to your probation officer.

Oh, and one final word.

If either of you become involved

in the commission
of another offense,

violate your parole,

you'll be returned
immediately to this court,

where a sentence
will be carried out.

It is so ordered.

Hey! Whoa!

"Dear Steve, me again.

"And I bet you're
as surprised as I am,

"but I've been thinking.

A joke. Ha-ha."

McGARRETT: "Anyways,

"the way it looks now, pal,

"I been locking the barn

"after the horse has
already been stole.

"Instead of going after

"the cruddy
murderers and rapists,

"why don't I go
right to the source,

"like they're always
talking about?

"Preventive medicine.

"Makes a lot of
sense, don't it, Steve?

"Lot of details to work out,

"but I'm on the right track.

Your pal, M.H."

Preventive medicine?

I can't see Mother's Helper

worrying about
how to stop crime.

What would he
consider the source?

I think he's already
given us the answer.

Put yourself in
Mother's Helper's place.

Now, he... We know that he's
been in and out of courtrooms.

Who does he see in charge?

Who is the one man responsible
for letting all these, uh...

What does he call them?

"cruds" go loose?

The judges. Exactly.

In his first letter over here,
he refers to judges as, um...

"Bleeding-heart judges

who are soft on all them
murderers and rapists,"

and later he calls
them "pinkos."

In his second letter,

he goes back to
"bleeding hearts" again.

Judges.

Chin, I want a
24-hour guard set up,

and get Duke to help you.

Any judge who sits
on a criminal case

is to have an H.P.D.
guard with him or her

round the clock no
matter where they go,

and tell the bailiffs to
keep an eye out too.

Got it.

That may stop him
temporarily, Steve,

but will it catch him?

Oh, I doubt it, Danno.

We've got to... We've
got to grab the ball.

We've gotta flush
this guy out somehow.

Jenny?

Yes, Steve?

Get me Freddie Dryden.

Did I hear right?
Freddie Dryden?

The... The talk show
Freddie Dryden?

Yeah, you heard right, Danno.

You once said
you'd rather be dead

than caught in the
same studio with him.

That was before Mother's Helper.

Yeah, Jenny?

Mr. Dryden. Put him on.

Freddie? McGarrett.

Steve!

I don't believe it.

Well, I don't blame you.

Uh, I guess I was a little
late returning your call.

Oh, just a couple
of years, that's all.

What happened? You
got a guilty conscience?

Yeah, I guess
you could say that.

I'm ready to come on your
show if you still want me.

If I still want you?

Baby, you just name the day.

Well, I'm available
any night this week.

In that case, how
about Friday, Steve?

Friday will be good
because that'll give me

plenty of time to get
some publicity out on you.

We'll plant a few items and, uh,

get some spot
announcements out, all right?

Friday's fine, Freddie.

Looking forward to it.

And, Steve, you better
put your flak suit on.

I plan to take a couple
of potshots at you.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Hold it, McGarrett.

What are you trying to tell me?

We shouldn't even have a
parole system in this state?

Wait a minute,
Freddie. Wait a minute.

You know better than that.

What I'm trying to say
is that we have problems

with our parole system,
just as any other state

has problems with
its parole system,

and it's about time
something was done about it.

That's all. Like maybe we should

send everybody up for life

and have no possibility
whatsoever for parole, right?

Now there is a real
law-and-order stance for you.

Put everybody in jail
and throw away the key.

I don't know why you
wanted me on your show.

You ask the questions
and then you answer them.

All right, okay, I'll
let you answer them.

Here's one for you:

What good is our entire
penal system anyway?

I mean, we take
first-time offenders,

we lock them up,

and when they come
out, we are horrified to find

that they're hardened criminals.

Right.

And you know why?

We have put them in
with the worst elements

in our society. Now, you tell me

what chance do they
have at rehabilitation?

My turn to ask you a question:

Would you like to do away
with the entire prison system?

What do you do with
felons, murderers, rapists?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. I'll
tell you what I'd like to do.

I think you should remember,
and this is what I want,

that even those who
transgress the law

are human beings, McGarrett,

and it is useless to
punish them unless...

unless steps are taken
to rehabilitate them,

to make them understand
that they can have

a second chance at
life, and that's a must.

No... Bluntly as I can put it.

Okay, what you're saying then...

I've heard this argument
many, many times before.

What you're saying is that
sending someone to prison,

or to jail, to...
To a penitentiary

never stopped them
from committing a felony.

And now would you like
to take it one step further?

Would you like to give
every convicted felon

a 30-day cruise to
the South Pacific?

Oh, come on, that has nothing
to do with what we're talk...

What, are you
kidding me? Come on.

It has everything to do with it.

Let me ask you something.

How many victims, Freddie,

victims of, uh,
muggings, of robberies

have you interviewed
on this show?

How many widows
of police officers

killed in the line of duty,
trying to prevent crimes?

How many have you interviewed?

Wait... Wait a minute.
That's got nothing to do...

It's got everything
to do with the show.

Hold it, heh-heh. Hold it.
We'll be right back after this.

For that special gift,

for that special someone, a
box of personalized candies...

Hey, hey, hey,
hold it. Come here.

Hey, everybody hold it!

I want you to hear something
important for a change.

Hey. DRYDEN:
Okay, we're back, folks.

Now you were
saying... I said hold it.

McGARRETT: Of course
we need parole, Freddie,

but parole for
those who truly want

to get a fresh start,

who... Who truly
regret their mistakes,

not for the hard-core felons.

Not for those who go on parole

only to commit another felony

whenever the mood strikes them.

You tell him, Stevie boy.
You listen to McGarrett!

McGARRETT: Whether prison
is considered a punishment

or a rehabilitation center...
Makes a lot of sense.

It keeps murderers and rapists

and an assortment
of felons off the street.

It keeps them in confinement.

You tell him, Stevie
pal. Away from people,

where they can't hurt
them or maim them...

What did I tell you,
huh? Ain't he great?

Now, I'm sure...

I'm sure there are
a lot of you out there

who think that the law
is very soft on criminals.

Well, that's not my domain.

That's... That's the
province of the courts.

I... I am a police officer.

I... I deal in enforcement
and protection,

investigation, apprehension.

But there is a public-minded

citizen out there who...

Who has some very
original ideas on the subject,

who has been in touch
with me quite regularly.

Now, like Five-0,

he's... He's interested
in this subject.

He's very much concerned.

I'd like... I'd like him to know

that I'd... I'd welcome
the opportunity

to sit down with him
and discuss this problem.

He knows who he is.

Thank you.

Afternoon mail.

Anything?

No, none from him.

Been two days. Maybe
he doesn't watch TV.

It still was a good idea.

Yeah. Only if it worked.

And it didn't seem to work,

so, what do we do?

We stand by and we
wait until he picks out

his next victim.

"The family of Harold Spencer
announces that funeral services

"for their beloved husband,
father, and grandfather

"will be held in Trinity
Chapel at 11:00 a.m.

Burial at Oahu
Cemetery, 1:00 p.m."

Yes, Jenny? JENNY:
It's him, Steve.

All right, put him on Line 2.

Put a trace on Line 2.

McGarrett.

Yeah, it's me, Steve.
Mother's Helper.

I guess you'd about
given up on me, huh?

Well, I was hoping you'd call.

Well, it was sure a good idea

to go on that creep's talk show.

I like the way you
put him down too.

I wasn't sure you'd be watching.

Hey, listen, pal, when...
When I saw on TV

and read in the papers
you were gonna be on,

nothing could have kept
me away from the set.

I'm... I'm sorry it took
so long to get in touch,

but I got a lot
of thinking to do.

We gotta be real careful, Steve.

Them pinko judges ain't
gonna let us get away with this.

Yeah, you're right about that.
Have you got it worked out?

Yeah, finally.

In exactly 20 minutes,

be at the corner of
Beretania and River.

There's a pay phone
there. I'll call you.

We needed more time.

Let's go.

McGARRETT: Danno,
you handle the monitoring.

Take Duke with you.

Chin, you and Ben
tail me in another car.

But stay out of sight.

I boosted the
power a little, Steve.

You'll be out of doors picking
up a lot of extraneous sounds.

Do you want me to come along?

No, no. You stay here
and analyze that tape.

Break down every sound.
See if you can find out

what those
background noises are.

Hi. I'm sorry. I was
held up in traffic.

It's okay, pal. I
just about hung up.

Anybody follow you?

McGARRETT: No, no, no.

All right.

Listen, Steve, you
gotta leave your car.

It's too well-known.

Makes it too easy for
them to... To follow you.

Uh, get a taxi. Have it take you

to the corner of Kaiola
and Diamond Head Road.

There's a phone booth there.

I'll call you in half an hour.

Half-hour, okay. I got you.

And, uh, Steve, I... I
know you're gonna go

right on doing like
I want, but, uh...

Uh, listen,

you wouldn't try and
trick me, would you?

No, no, no. Don't worry.

Okay, pal, call a cab.

Central, patch me
through to Ben Kokua.

This is McGarrett.

Kokua here. Steve?

Ben, call the
Hawaiian cab company.

You're gonna change jobs.

Your dispatcher fill you in?

Yeah. Here's the shirt.

Get in. I'll drive you back.

Okay.

You have 14 minutes
to pick up Steve

and get to the next phone booth.

I'll make it.

McGARRETT: Nine
minutes, Ben. Move it.

McGarrett.

You're doing great, Steve.

Won't be long now.

You know Oahu Cemetery?

McGARRETT: Yeah, I know it.

In one half-hour,

a funeral service for a
Harold Spencer is taking place.

You be there. You got it?

Harold Spencer. I got it.

I'll see you at the cemetery.

Oahu Cemetery, Ben.

Cemetery? Yeah, on the double.

Hey, pal, uh, you want
to pick up a ten-spot?

Doing what?

Come here. I'll tell you.

Just an hour. I promise you.

And it's just a joke, huh?

Yeah, it's a joke. Come
on, I'll tell you in the car.

All right, 5 now and 5
when you bring me back.

Okay, you got yourself a deal.

Come on.

"Man that is born of
woman is of few days

"and full of trouble.

"He cometh forth like a
flower and is cut down.

"He fleeth also as a
shadow and continueth not.

"To everything there is a season

and a time to every
purpose under the heavens."

As we gather to pay our last
respects to Harold Spencer,

it is fitting that we reflect
upon our own mortality,

that we recognize that there
is a deeper purpose to life

than merely existing

for the biblical
three score and ten,

for what hath man
of all of his labor

and of the vexation of his heart

wherein he hath
labored under the sun?

That's him next to the
man in the white hair.

You know what to do.

For this is the
whole duty of man,

for God shall bring
every work into judgment

with every sacred thing,

so it is for us to know

that our dear friend and kinsman

is not dying, but coming
into everlasting life.

Steve? As God hath promised,

he will one day wipe
away all our tears.

For each of us, he will
make all things new.

And now let each of us pause

for a moment of silent
prayer for Harold Spencer.

Freeze!

How did I know you were cops?

He's clean.

The guy said he
was playing a joke.

What guy?

Where is he? What's his name?

I don't know his
name... Where is he?

He was over
there at the funeral.

Look, I never saw the
guy before in my life.

Hold him.

I got a wife and kid.

Danno, Duke, move in.

Seal it off.

Go, Duke. Front gate.

All right, let's go.

McGARRETT: Cord McKenzie.

1722 Kaiola Street, Honolulu.

Does he work here?

No, sir. No McKenzie works here,

and I never saw that car before.

Checked everybody left
in the cemetery, Steve.

Car doesn't belong
to any of them.

Duke, you better
get Che out here.

Ben, see if you can
help them open that trunk.

We won't need you
anymore. Thank you.

Cord McKenzie's smart, Danno.

Still doesn't make
him Mother's Helper.

No.

Steve.

Look at that.

McGARRETT: But that does.

H.P.D. had nothing
on him either.

Nothing in the DA's
files for any McKenzie.

He could be using another name.

Telex from Washington.

Good, good.

You were right, Danno.

He is going under another name.

At least Cord McKenzie
isn't his real name.

Oh, get this.

He's Lester Smith.

Smith.

Served three years in the
North Dakota National Guard.

That's why they have his prints.

He's from Greeley,
North Dakota, originally.

Left nine years ago,
dropped out of sight.

Well, that's when he
must have changed names.

Any warrants for
him on the mainland?

Not according to this.

Oh, he's had a few
brushes with the law.

Beat up a student demonstrator,

helped break up a peace parade.

No charges pressed.

Claimed to be
president of a group

calling itself Ever Vigilant.

Ever Vigilant. That figures.

Washington said
the Dakota police

don't even remember Smith.

I bet that bugged him.

Hey, Cord McKenzie.

I knew that name rang a bell.

Didn't any of you ever read

those Western pulp
magazines when you were kids?

Um, Sagebrush Serials.

Cord McKenzie was on
the cover every month.

What kind of nut
would take the name

of a character out
of a pulp magazine?

A Western nut.

Yeah, eastern or western,
he's on Hawaiian turf now,

and we've gotta rope him.

Do exactly what I tell you
or I'll blow your head off.

Them pinko judges ain't gonna

let us get away with
this if they can help it.

McGARRETT: Yeah,
you're right about that.

Have you got it worked out?

Yeah, finally.

In 20 minutes, be at
the corner of Beretania...

Well?

I haven't been able
to identify them yet.

McGarrett. Yes, Jenny?

It's him again.

Put him on.

McGarrett.

McGarrett, the traitor cop, huh?

Okay, McGarrett, I
got somebody here

you're gonna really
enjoy talking to.

Hold on.

Now, you say one
word out of line...

You got it?

Now, identify yourself.

This is Edgar
Bergstrom. Mr. McGarrett?

Yes, judge?

Please do as he says.

Okay, McGarrett, you ever
want to see Bergstrom again,

you listen real good.

In exactly one
hour, I want, one:

50,000 in small unmarked bills.

Two: A one-way
first-class ticket to L.A.

Three: A light plane full of gas

waiting for me when I land.

I checked. There's a
flight out in two hours.

I'm gonna be on it,

or Bergstrom's
gonna be real dead.

You got that?

I got it.

After I get to L.A., I take off,

I'm free and clear,

you'll get a call telling you
where to find Bergstrom.

You got one hour, McGarrett.

No, no, no, you
haven't... You...

You're not giving
me enough time.

I can't arrange
all these details.

Chin, I need a
first-class ticket to L.A.

I need a light
plane on the ground

with a full tank of gas.

Ben, call the bank.

Tell Laleka that he can use
the special-funds account.

I need $50,000 in small bills,

none of them in sequence.

Steve, about those
background noises,

there is one possibility.

There's a machine that
breaks down sounds.

It's called an oscillograph.

Picks sounds apart.

Makes it easier
to identify them.

You got one?

All right, let's go.

I have to warn you, Steve,
the machine is not infallible.

It's all we have, Che, and
we don't have too much time.

Let's go. We have
to take into account

that we're hearing these
noises almost thirdhand.

Over the phone to begin with,

then recorded on tape,

now broken down
by the oscillograph.

Sound one.

McGARRETT: Too garbled.

I warned you. It's thirdhand.

Machine-gun fire.

Maybe. Okay, sound two.

McGARRETT: What...? What...?

What do you make it, Che?

Wooden things
being knocked down.

I can't pinpoint it
any closer than that.

McGARRETT: Run it
from the top again, Che.

Hold it. Go back. From the top.

Wooden pins? How
about a bowling alley?

No, no, no, there's not enough
sound for a bowling alley.

Okay, we have gunfire.
We have wooden pins.

Go on, Che. What else?

Sound three.

Bells with a whirring noise

and the sound of metal on metal.

Sound four.

Oh, it's traffic. CHE: Right.

Wherever and whatever
it is, it's open to the street.

Okay, we have bells,

we have sounds
of a bowling alley

and we have gunfire.

Well, it can't be
a shooting gallery.

That wouldn't account
for the other sounds.

Now what kind of
a place has bells,

sounds of a bowling
alley, and gunfire?

Got it. A penny arcade.

The bells are the
pinball machines.

Those bowling alley sounds, uh,

those miniature alleys
with the tiny pins and balls.

They make that sound.

Find us a penny arcade
in the zip code area

in which he operates.

Try, uh, Hotel, Smith Street,

even Nuuanu or Maunakea.

Got one on Hotel
Street. Jollyland.

We've got 11 minutes. Let's go.

Danno, Ben, take the back.

Chin, come with me.

Oh.

Okay, nobody in or
out. Come on, Chin.

Hold it, Chin.

Put me through to McGarrett.

What?

Well, where is he?

I want him, lady! His hour's up!

Freeze!

Are you all right, sir?

Yeah.

Danno! Ben!

Danno, Ben.

Freeze!

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

You want to, don't you, huh?

Shoot. I'm an unarmed man.

You double-crossed
me, McGarrett.

I trusted you and you
double-crossed me.

You said you thought like I did.

Thought like you?

No way. No way.

You set yourself up as
judge, jury, and executioner.

I'm just a cop.

Book him. Murder one.

I'll get out, McGarrett.

Then you'll get yours.

I'll be out on parole,

so keep looking
behind you, McGarrett,

'cause one of these days, zap!

I'll get you, McGarrett! Zap!