Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 4 - One Big Happy Family - full transcript

A family of white trash drifters arrive in Honolulu and take up residence in a suite at one of the most expensive hotels in town. However, when their money is about to run out the the father of the family, Sam Fergusson, takes a job at a local café as a dishwasher. However, at the end of the week Sam and his son Jeb murder the owner and the cook and steal a small amount of money. Soon they move from job to job repeating the same pattern of taking menial jobs and murdering the owners of the businesses for menial amount of money. They are soon linked to several similar murders on the mainland where over 150 other people were killed. Now Five-O must find the Fergussons before they escape and continue their bloody path.

Royal Hawaiian. Aloha.

Just a moment, sir.

I'll connect you
to reservations.

Royal Hawaiian.

Aloha. Just a moment, sir.

Ferguson's the name.

May I help you, sir?

Sam Ferguson. We
made reservations in L.A.

Had a travel agency
take care of it.

Party of five.

Reservations? Here? At
the Royal Hawaiian Hotel?



Are you quite sure?

37-C.

What?

That's our room number.

Supposed to be on the top floor.

That's what the
travel agent said.

Here.

Sir... Yeah,
Ferguson, right there.

See, I told ya.

Ain't the beds made?

Oh, madam... We'll wait.

What's a fella

have to do around this place,

make a down payment on it?



Mr. Ferguson...

Okay, how much
is it going to be?

Here.

That ought to take care of it.

We'll be staying a week.

Sir, would you
please just register?

Front, please.

Will you show the
Fergusons to suite 37-C?

Don't you get any idea
about that room yonder.

That's your mother's and mine.

Sixteen... and
then over there...

Get 'em all?

I think so.

Wow. Look at that
Honolulu down there, huh?

Sure beats the pants
off Cleveland, huh?

Sure beats the
pants off Cleveland.

Hope you have
a nice stay, folks.

Just a minute.

Here you go, buddy boy.

Thank you.

Sam, you put that right

back in your pocket.

But honey... Never mind.

Here you are, young man.

Thank you kindly, young man.

Sure.

All right. Monica, Jeb, Rosalie,

time for talking.

Come on over and set
yourselves down here.

Sam, how much money we got?

Oh.

Monica, you get
yourself over here, honey.

Sit down and fix your hair.

Twenty, 40, 60, 70, 80, $81.

Well.

Got to get money, Sam.

Well, Jeb and I will
start looking around.

That's my good boy.

Trouble at 4-27-76,
36th Avenue, 909.

27-76 36th Avenue, 909.

I heard there were two.

In the other room.

Any weapon?

Any I.D.s?

This one's George
Wing Lu. It was his place.

We're still checking the
one out in the kitchen.

Any prints, Che?

Everywhere.

Well, here are the weapons.

See if you can match them up.

Cash register, safe,
butcher knives...

He left his prints everywhere,
as though he didn't care.

Any readout on them yet?

Any minute.

Any identity on the victims?

Yeah. Here are the names.

The owner, Wing
Lu, and the cook.

Look at that.

Must have struggled
for a long time

before his throat
got cut, both of them.

How much was taken?

We could only estimate, Steve.

Each night he'd put

the day's cash register
receipts in a safe.

He'd go to the bank Friday.

We've got the
cash register tapes,

and they match
up with the records

he kept in this ledger.

I'd say the killer
got away with $250.

Two murders. Two lives for $250.

Get that, will you, Danno?

Williams.

Yeah, Johnny.

Thank you.

It figures.

What?

We don't have
those prints on file.

Well, what did you
mean, it figures?

When you leave prints like this,

you've got to be pretty sure
nobody's got 'em anyplace.

Somebody's got them, Danno.

If you drive a car,

some state license
bureau's got them.

If you've been in the service,
the Pentagon's got them.

If you've been arrested,
the police have got them.

In some places if you were
born, the hospital's got them.

Don't tell me you can
get through life that far

without leaving your
prints somewhere.

I'll get some copies off to
the computer bank in DC.

Hold it a second.

Who did the dishes?

Look. Cups neatly stacked,

knives, forks, and
spoons all done,

kitchen tidy.

Who did the dishes?

One of the victims.

Maybe, or maybe
someone else was there.

A dishwasher?

Then why wasn't he murdered?

That's exactly what
I'm thinking, Chin.

Find out if there
was a dishwasher

at the Malabar Café.

Well, I'll say one thing
for a dishwashing job:

it sure does get
your hands clean.

Probably the first time
you've had clean fingernails

since you worked in that
carwash in Boise, Idaho.

Any dirt that I have
on my hands, nudie gal,

is working man's dirt.

Of course, you wouldn't
know nothing about that,

laying around the swimming
pool all day in your underwear.

"Underwear"?

Do you know that this is a $56

two-piece bikini
bathing suit ensemble?

Fifty-six dollars?

Must figure out to about
10.50 a square inch.

It's quality you're paying for,

not the yard goods.

Hm.

Oh, uh, Sadie,

Monica's in playing
with the faucets again.

She's got the
bathroom so fogged up

it looks like a health club.

All right.

Guess I better go on in there

and give her a talking to.

Oh, for pete's sakes.

Look, buster,

I'm married and
so are you, and...

And you're my father-in-law.

That's not blood kin.

You know, some women think

that older men are
more interesting.

Look, you brush your teeth
first next time, all right, Pop?

You better not let Jeb catch
you doing that, youngster.

He'd bust your arm
right off of your body.

Jeb don't take to his wife
fiddling around with other men.

You creep.

Give me back my file.

Sweetie? Yes, hon?

Friday will make it five days
at the gas station for Jeb.

Don't you figure
that'd be long enough?

Whatever you say, sugar pie.

Come in.

Anything Ben?

Yes, the dishwasher
at Malabar Café

was hired Monday. Monday.

The regular dishwasher
was fired Saturday.

Johnny Kee, 26.

428 Kali Boulevard.

We checked him out
and his prints don't match.

Sunday there was a sign
out. "Dishwasher Wanted."

Monday it wasn't there.

We got that from
three witnesses.

Looks like the new
dishwasher's our man, Ben,

but what kind of a creature...

What kind of creature murders
two people for 250 bucks?

Hey, boy.

Looks like we've ate up
everything here but the napkins,

you might just as
well add it all up

and give me the bad news.

Right away, sir.

She's... She's eating
with an Oriental.

Who is, Mama?

That white woman over there.
She's eating with an Oriental.

Got no shame at all.

Monica, will you
please stop chewing,

or I'm going to barf
right here in this place.

Sam, I think she's
gone to sleep chewing.

Thanks, buddy.

Well, I guess I'd better
get to that gas station.

Yeah. Don't be late.

This bill just come to $65.

Oh, well, forget what
I said, Monica, honey.

At these prices,

you can chew as long as you can.

Well, so long, folks.

I'll see you back in the room.

Jeb?

Yeah, Ma?

Don't forget. Huh?

Your mom means it's Friday.

Now, why would I forget
something like that?

I've never done
it before, have I?

Bye.

Jeb?

What, Ma?

You say goodbye to your sister.

Bye, Monica.

Bye.

Bye, Ma.

Bye, Pa.

Bye.

Bye, sexpot.

Bye, H-bomb.

Sam.

Yeah, honey pie?

Next place we get to,

I want you to make sure
first it's for white folks only.

Whatever you say.

Connery. Connery.

Yes, sir?

Why don't you put
the mean sign out?

Uh.

That ain't mean.

Back on the mainland,

gas stations get robbed two,

three times a night.

Where are you from on
the mainland, Connery?

Oh, we... just keep moving.

Would you check out a sign
down at 24th and Milowna?

A sign down at 24th and Melowna.

Zero-ten, 10-4.

What do you got, Ben?

The murder weapon.

Anything else?

This young man found the body

when he opened up this morning.

What's this?

Blood on the tail.

He must have been wearing it
when he committed the crime.

Who's Ernie?

He's a relief man.

Has he got an address?

Yeah.

Chin, let's find Ernie.

37-C, right?

You send one of
them little fellas up

for our bags, okay, son?

Right.

Well, on the way up, he says.

Jeb, you go tell your sister

we're waiting on her.

Come on, Monica.

We're set to go.

I'm coming.

Well, shake it, will ya?

Yes, sir, that's my shirt.

I lent it to Connery.

Connery. How long
did he work there?

About five days, I think.

At least, the first
time I saw him

was Monday night when
he relieved me at 9:30.

The name's Jeb Connery, Danny.

He was hired Monday.

He's got a social
security number

and a local address.

We're checking them both out.

Can you give us a description

of this Connery?

Well, he's about my build,
a little smaller, maybe.

Good-looking, light brown
hair down to about his neck.

Do you think you could describe
him for us to make a sketch?

I could try.

Good. Let's go.

Sam?

Yeah, hon?

Monica, Jeb, Rosalie,
time for talking.

Well, how much
money we got, Sam?

Well, let's take a look and see.

Fifty, 70, 90, 100, 110, $120,

and some change.

Well, we got to get money, Sam.

Well, Jeb and me will
start looking around.

Come on, boy, let's go.

Boys.

Bye, Ma.

Bye, Son.

Bye, Sis.

Bye, sweetie pie. Bye.

Bye.

That might be
something for Rosalie.

Could be, Pa, could be.

Yes, ma'am.

You're too pretty for a cop
and too young for a customer.

I was wondering if you
still had that job opening.

Can you cut hair?

Like a pro.

Can you cut the mustard?

You want to try me?

You know I do, baby.

I close at 5:00.

Why don't you come
on back a quarter past?

Thanks.

Another clear set, Steve.

They're not Ernie Briggs',

and they're not the ones
from the Malabar job.

Danny said you heard
from Washington.

Yeah, and they're not on file.

Hard to believe.

Just this side of
impossible to believe.

Okay, I'll accept that.

I'll live with the
fact that one fish

might slip through
this mesh of computers

we live with, but
not two, not two.

Let's see if we get
any feedback from DC.

Chin, what do you got?

He gave a phony
social security number

and a phony home address.

There's no Jeb Connery on
record with any government agency.

He just doesn't exist, Steve.

Show me how fingerprints
can grow on a lug wrench

all by themselves
and I'll buy that.

Danno?

An armored truck
picks up all cash

at the station at
5:30 every evening.

Then from 10:00
until closing time

they accept nothing
but credit cards.

So the only cash on hand

is what's taken in
between 5:30 and 10:00.

What's it average?

According to the bookkeeper,
between $50 and $150.

Do you see any parallels

between the gas station
job and the Malabar?

Yeah. A new man was
hired just before each killing.

Yeah, and he was
the only one to escape.

And another thing:

neither murderer bothered
to wipe his fingerprints

off the murder weapon.

And a third thing:

both robberies could have been
accomplished just as efficiently

without committing murder.

And the fourth
thing is the big one:

these creeps kill for
nickels and dimes.

And that's the big one,
Danno, because that's an m.o.

Okay, get out an
inquiry nationwide:

any killings anywhere
in the past two years

for nickels and dimes. Let's go.

H.P.D. just sent
this over, Steve.

There's our suspect.

So he does exist, huh?

He's got a face,
and he's got prints.

Okay, we'll fill
in the rest of him.

Danno, get out enough
copies of this for all precincts,

top priority.

Thank you, Mrs. Turner,

we have you down the
same time next week.

Goodbye.

Okay if I grab a bite?

Grab anything that'll hold
still long enough, baby.

You're coolsville,
baby, you know that?

C triple-O L'sville.

Baby, how would you
like to make a bundle?

I know a way.

Mm? What way is that?

The old way,

the way I used to
before I got busted.

It's easy work,
baby. No overhead.

Nothing but a telephone,

and I answer the
telephone calls, and you...

You answer the house calls.

The money rolls in, baby.

Believe me, it
rolls in, and I know.

I've been in this cockamamie
barbershop a year now

waiting for the right party to
walk right through that door.

And you... You know.

You're the right party.

I mean, you're the chick

that could get a good
thing going again.

You know, what
you're saying ain't nice.

Baby, in a couple of weeks...

Just two weeks.

You will driving the slickest
car you've ever seen.

Any color, just pick it out.

Look, all we got to do
is figure out the dude

and size him up and see
how much he's good for.

But I ain't never
done that before.

Well, it comes natural.

I mean, it's not like
cutting hair, you know?

You don't need to take a course.

Well, I... I'll have
to think about it.

Mr. Rene, I'm here.

I'll be right with you.

Okay, baby. You think about it.

I'll be waiting.

You've been working at that
job for three days now, girlie.

That ought to be plenty
of time to tell how much

he salts away every afternoon.

Well, I don't know.

I-I'm just a beauty operator.

I'm not the treasurer.

Anyway, business has been lousy.

Today we... We only had
about half a dozen customers.

Well, if it's as
lousy as all that,

maybe we ought to check out,

go someplace else.

Because I'm not ready yet.

What do you mean,
you're not ready yet?

It ain't your place

to say whether
we're ready or not.

Look, I got the job, didn't I?

Now... Now, I
know when it's time.

Come on, let's go to the pool.

Now, wait just a
minute, you little...

All right, now, Sam.

Just let 'em go.

If she says it ain't ready yet,

it'd be a waste of money

not to stay for a few more days.

Oh, now you...

You remind me come...
Come check-out time,

I am not paying for this wash.

People just don't take no
pride in their work no more.

Ever since Houston,

it's been getting
worse and worse.

I-I've been noticing.

That's right, honey.

Don't you let them
hornswoggle you.

Don't worry about that.

Monica, honey,

how would you
like to do something

for your daddy tomorrow morning?

Five, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14,
15, 16, 17, 18, 19,

20, 21.

So she calls that
lousy business, huh?

Jeb, I think you and
me better visit this place.

Anything you say, Pa.

Sweetie pie, why
don't you and Monica

get things packed while
me and Jeb's gone, huh?

It'll get took care of, Sam.

And, honey, you finally
come through, didn't you?

Good girl.

She sure did.

Come on, Jeb. Let's get going.

I'll see you in the morning.

Yeah, I'm going
to stay up all night

thinking about it.

Well, baby?

Do they come in yellow?

I think I'd like
a... A yellow one.

Oh, you've got it,
baby. You got it. All right.

All right.

Now, poor dumb Blanche, man,

she doesn't even know
she's out of a job yet.

Look at that.

All we've got to do

is close this
place up and split.

You said yellow, didn't you?

Mm.

Can I help you guys?
What do you want?

A shave.

Sorry, man. We
don't do men here.

We do.

Danny, looks like this was it.

Blood on the blade.

Get it over to Che.

Miss Morrisey, Dan
Williams, Five-0.

She worked here.

She must have left
the place yesterday

a couple of minutes
before the killing.

I had... I had 4:15 wave
and set. She canceled. I...

I could have been here.

You were very
fortunate, Miss Morrisey.

Boy...

When you left, who was here?

Rene and the new one.

"New one"?

The tramp. The one
he had the hots for.

A new employee.
When was she hired?

Monday?

Yeah, Monday.

There it is again, Chin.
Same pattern, new employee.

A few days later, they're hit.

Yeah, but this
time it's a woman.

Yeah.

Can you describe her?

Oh, yeah.

Well enough for our police
artist to make a sketch?

Yeah, I think so.

You know, Joe might get
a one-man show out of this.

We'd like you to come
back to Honolulu with us.

All right.

Nobody felt me nowhere.

Now, what are you
talking about, stupid?

He was feeling up
and down your neck.

I seen through the window.

And what were you doing
looking through the window, huh?

We sent her.

To find out how
good business was.

As it turned out, it's
a good thing we did.

Yeah, so you've been
spying on me, huh?

Well, this is something
I'm not going to forget fast.

What else did you see?

Well?

Jeb, don't you
holler at your sister.

Well, I'll find out.

You do whatever
you want with Rosalie,

but don't you
holler at your sister.

I don't think they're
brother and sister.

Probably married or shacking up.

Steve.

Yeah, what do you got, Chin?

The first decent
lead since this began.

Wanted in connection
with a coin laundry robbery

in Dubuque, Iowa, April 18th.

Three hundred dollars
taken. Three customers

and the maintenance
man murdered.

This sketch was
made from a description

by the superintendent
of the rooming house

where he was living for the
ten days preceeding the crime

under the name of Jeb Jones.

That's our boy, Steve.
That's Jeb Connery.

Any prints?

Plenty of prints, but no make.

He was one of a family of
five, according to the super.

They had adjoining rooms.

Five?

Yeah. One of them was a woman.

Young, about 20. Very
pretty, the super says.

He thought she and the
suspect were husband and wife.

There they are. Two of them.

At least one more, maybe three,

here on these islands,

hopping from place to place,

committing third-grade robberies

and first-class murders.

The question is: where?

And can we get to them in time

before their next hit-and-run?

Steve? McGARRETT: Yeah.

It's starting to break fast:

1970, New Hampshire, Vermont,

New York, Delaware,
Washington, DC.

Dry-cleaning plant,
two dead, $150 stolen.

Delicatessen, one
killed, $300 stolen.

Fried chicken takeout place.

Yeah. Four killed, $208 taken.

All the way across the country:

Ohio, Tennessee, Louisiana.

Kansas, Nebraska,
Wyoming, Idaho, Nevada.

The same m.o. all the way.

One of them gets a
job, works about a week,

kills everyone on the
premises at the time of the hit.

Estimated number of murders:

125 in the past three years.

Estimated amount
stolen: $40,000.

If I saw that in a movie,
I'd walk out in the middle.

I wouldn't go in.

Danno, get out a bulletin

revised to all island PDs fast.

Add those three
new establishments

to the ones already listed.

Right.

Jenny, get me the FBI
bureau chief, please.

It was just two cops
driving into a gas station.

So what?

They showed him something.

It looked like a picture.
Something like that.

There ain't nobody
took no pictures of us.

Look, Pa... Jeb.

Pictures is vain.

You know, it ain't no
good to take chances, Sam.

Look, honey, we haven't
even had a parking ticket

in three years.

We've been in and
out of 24 states.

Ain't even had a cop
take a second look at us.

Why would we get in trouble

on a little old two-bit
island like this here Maui?

It's a sign, Sam.

Count your money.

But Sadie... Count
your money, Sam.

Now, if there is enough of it

to get us on a plane
back to Honolulu

and then on back to the States,

that is just what we are
going to do right tonight.

Jeb, you go on out

and round up that
Rosalie of yours...

wherever she is.

Bring her on back here.

Monica, you start packing up.

Sam, count the money.

Oh, all right.

Monica, you hear me?

What are we going to
do after dinner, Harry?

Well, there's a motel
down by the fishing pier.

How about you and
me... Harry? Yeah, baby?

I need some money.

Money?

I need it awful bad.

How much money?

A lot.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Well, uh, yeah, maybe.

But I-I need this money.

I mean, I could
pay you back if...

If I have to.

I just need it awful fast.

What kind of money
are you talking about?

A thousand?

A thousand?

Look, baby, I don't know
what you had in mind, but...

Oh, but I know what
you had in mind, Harry,

and what I have in mind
is you giving me $1,000.

Aw, now, come on.

You're good for it,
aren't you, baby?

Hm?

You're priced way
out of my class, lady.

Forget it.

Oh, forget it?

Well, I bet you Mrs.
Bronson won't forget it

when I tell her that you
tried to take me to a motel.

Boy, you're really working

every side of the
street, aren't you?

Well, you just try

opening your mouth once in front

of Mrs. Bronson,
and so help me, God...

Sit down, old buddy.

Jeb.

What are you doing here?

Ma sent me hunting you.

I've been every place
on this island, damn near.

Who are you?

Her husband.

Uh, Jeb, listen, honey.

I didn't do nothing.

I've been listening.
Baby, you're super.

You found a real live one here.

Ma and Pa are going
to be real proud of you.

That's some roll you're
carrying there, Harry.

Uh...

You got any chili
money up in your room?

My room?

Mm-hm.

Yeah, I thought we'd

go up there and take a look-see.

Look, my wife...
My wife's up there.

She's sick.

Oh, well, sick...
Well, let's just...

Let's just go up and see
if she's feeling any better.

Move it.

Look, I-I don't
want any trouble.

I'll... I'll give you
what you want.

Just don't...

Mr. McGarrett,

an employee of
the Royal Hawaiian

has just shown
me two photographs

being circulated
by your department.

Mm-hm.

Mr. McGarrett, I
know these people.

They stayed here.

Yes, Mr. McGarrett, but I...

I don't quite know
how to tell you this,

but these people,
they're... This whole family,

they're not normal people.

What do you mean,
"they're not normal"?

How are they not normal?

They engaged a
suite, $125 a day,

and they stayed here five days.

Yes. When they left,

they stole a
telephone book cover.

A telephone book cover?

Yes, a telephone book cover.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Nomana.
Thank you very much.

Yes. Yes, sir.
Thank you for calling.

Yes, I've got it. We'll
be in touch with you.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sam Ferguson,
Mr. and Mrs. Jeb Ferguson,

Miss Monica Ferguson," okay?

We have two faces, two sketches,

and now we have five names.

Steve.

Chin, we know their names.

We know more than that.

What do we know?

We know where they
were at 10:00 last night.

"Mr. and Mrs. Harry Bronson,

room 803, Royal Wailuku Hotel,"

Maui PD report.

"Friend traveling
in party thinks

"more than $1,000 cash stolen

along with some jewelry items."

Steve, it's an
entirely different m.o.

The killer took things
other than money.

Yeah, but cut their
throats, Danno.

That's got a familiar
ring to it, hasn't it?

Say that you're the Fergusons,

you've made four hits
in the state of Hawaii,

you've committed six murders,
you've stolen over $1,000,

including some jewelry items.

What do you do now?

Kauai, Molokai.

I'd get out altogether
and head for the mainland.

Me too. The heat would be
starting here any time now.

Okay. These islands
are sealed as of now.

Chin, get over
to the big island.

Take personal charge

of the Kailua, Kona,
and the Hilo airport.

Danno, you run herd on
security here in Honolulu.

Make sure that all personnel
have copies of those sketches

at every check-out desk,

and make sure they read them.

Ben, contact the harbor
patrol, fine-comb this port.

Okay, gentlemen, let's move it.

Tell Jenny to get me the
chief of police on Kauai.

Okay, ma'am, have
a nice trip, now.

Thank you very much.

Howdy, friend.

Come on, everybody.

Let's show them that
we're honest folks.

Okay. Have a nice trip.

Thank you, young man.

Miss? Miss?

You with the glasses.

May I check your
luggage, please?

Me?

Yes, over here at the counter.

Right up here.

Up on the counter, please.

What's stupid got in
there anyway, huh?

Excuse me.

Security?

Five-0.

Checkpoint seven.

Code red.

Something's up.
Let's get out of here.

Freeze!

Right there.

Let's go.

Hicks, grab them!

Let's go. Over there.

Pa, he done the
restaurant murder.

Jeb, he... He killed the
man in the gas station.

They both did the
man at the beauty shop.

And Jeb, then he done
the Bronson murder.

Are you prepared to make a
sworn statement to that effect?

You bet I am!

I had a chance to make it
big twice and you ruined it,

and I'm going to get you for it!

McGARRETT: That's enough.

I told you you shouldn't
have married her.

She's trash.

Always was trash.

And disloyal to the
folks that took her in.

Ben, take her downstairs
and get her statement.

Mrs. Ferguson.

What's your name?

You've been
informed of your rights,

so you know you don't have
to answer any questions,

but I'd like to ask one anyway
just for my own satisfaction,

even though nobody answers it.

Do you understand
that you're being charged

with murdering over 150 people?

Does that have any
effect on anyone?

They wasn't kin.

What?

They wasn't kin.
They was all strangers.

It don't count with strangers.

It don't count with strangers?

What about the money that
you're alleged to have stolen:

over $40,000 from your victims?

Never stole a cent.

"Never stole a cent."

They was dead.

What do they want with
money when they was dead?

It ain't stealing when
they was dead first.

Book them.

Okay. Let's go.