Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 7 - Tricks Are Not Treats - full transcript
A war breaks out among the pimps in Honolulu, resulting in several murders.
Cab.
Hey, who needs a cab, tiger?
A room's only a dime right here.
A-a dime?
Ten dollars and 25 more for me.
Well, I have a room
with a $48 view of
the Pacific Ocean.
Beautiful, but
it's off my track.
The way you were talking,
I thought we were
making a pit stop.
Quarter trick? You're
on to a whole bill now.
A hundred dollars for just...?
Oh, I could stay longer if
you like me that much, tiger.
That's my name, baby. Tiger.
And mine's Advance, tiger.
Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, baby.
It's another all-gold day
coming on, Darlin' Harley.
Just let it happen,
baby, just let it happen.
Hey, this is Darlin'
Harley, the Mighty Mack.
He's the wise and
just king of the cats.
This here's my new
sporting lady, man.
What's happening,
Darlin' Harley?
You got it, baby.
See you.
Hey, man, she pulls in
three bills a day before dinner.
Uh-oh.
Now you sayin' something,
baby. Hah-hah-hah.
If you don't watch out,
baby, you're gonna be driving
a jumbo jet before
Christmas, you dig?
Say it, baby, say it.
Hey, baby.
I got some dead
presidents for you, honey.
Including a Ben Franklin.
Hey, J., baby.
I heard you been
doing some explaining
to our big syndicate
man from uptown, brother.
Explaining? To Lolo?
That's what I heard.
Hey, this is J. Paul, baby.
You know I ain't
gonna be explaining
to no popcorn shucker like Lolo.
Dig it? Right on,
baby, right on.
Hey, I told him, you know,
the sky ain't raining tricks
like it was last year, dig it?
It's hard enough just to
try to get by, you know?
And what did the champ say?
Oh, man, his reply was that
the new tax is
gonna be 35 percent.
What? PAUL: Yeah, you know.
So I told him, I said:
"Hey, look, you let me know
when you get ready to talk
qualified business, dig it?"
True that, yo.
Then I just got up and
said, "Bye-bye, Lolo."
That's cold. All right, man.
They don't know who
they're kidding, man.
If you give them 30,
they're gonna take a mile.
It happens, baby. All right.
Hey, don't let them
ho's run you too hard.
Yeah, brother. Word.
Oh, no, my main man in blue.
You steady on your
job, ain't you, baby?
Just another one for
your collection, Harley.
Oh, well, I can dig it,
baby, and I appreciate it.
I mean, I know you boys
in blue got to keep a-a quota
for Captain Charlie downtown.
The tow truck is right around
the corner, Mighty Mouth.
I'm proceeding, baby,
and in a lawful manner.
Lolo say, "Bye-bye."
All right, J. Paul, suppose
we get a move on?
No, no, no!
Okay, fellas, don't make
a move. I'll be right back.
McGARRETT: Excuse
me, please. Excuse me.
When I saw J.
Paul at the stoplight,
it looked like his
engine had stalled.
A local kid was getting
into a car next to him
and drove off.
What kind of a car?
A red Bug with,
uh, stinger pipes,
mag wheels and,
uh, racing slicks.
No plates.
And what did the kid look like?
Cane field-type, Primo
Warrior. Shorts and no shoes.
Get Harley Dartson and
bring him to me, huh?
You got something you
want to tell us, Wunton?
About what?
About inflation.
About Lolo and
his 30-percent tax
on your prostitution profits.
Would J. Paul hold back?
Could've been a... chump job.
Some freaked-out john.
Smoking soul sister.
Wunton, you know and I know
that this wasn't any
ordinary street shooting.
When somebody wastes a mack
right in the middle
of Trick City,
that's a message,
big as a billboard.
So read it.
You read it and
tell me what it says.
Maybe you're next.
Maybe Lolo's next.
He's upped the
tax to 35 percent.
That's one-third
our turnover. He...
Steve, we got Harley over there.
Harley Dartson,
1309 Koahula Lane.
Age 32, married, two children.
Occupation, producer.
Mind if I ask the questions?
No, sir.
Just trying to give
you a carbon copy
of what I laid on
this roller here.
Pretty cool about
losing a brother.
Mr. McGarrett,
see, when you're
black and a producer,
the whole world
is made of glass,
because we are on display,
where anybody can
tag us at any time.
Is Lolo turning the
torch on all the macks?
Well, let me put it this way.
If you get a make
on that hit man
and you glue him to Lolo,
there will be peace
throughout the land.
But if you don't,
well, all I can say is,
a whole lot of macks
are not gonna hold
still too much longer
for any more of Lolo's shuckin'.
See, that's where
I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna hold the lid on.
As long as I can.
Well, well, well.
To what do I owe this
extreme pleasure, McGarrett?
J. Paul was found in his car
with the back of
his head blown off.
Who?
The loansharking business
hasn't been too profitable lately,
has it, Lolo?
So you're depending
on your slice
of the body work in Trick City
to take up the slack, huh?
I didn't know you followed
the markets, McGarrett.
Always.
You really must be
desperate to risk a war.
A war?
With those little pimples?
Lolo, I'm not gonna stand by
and watch this thing explode.
You understand?
So I'm warning you,
I'm gonna nail you to the wall.
Murder one.
Plumber, get out on the street
and remind those marshmallows
that our new tax is
effective as of now.
And don't take any crap.
Weapon used was a .38.
Powder burns were
deeply embedded,
indicating that the muzzle
was probably touching.
Since no one heard any shots,
we can assume that
he used a silencer.
A careful shooter. To an
extreme. Hollow heads.
What about prints, Che?
All J. Paul's, and
his lady friend.
The car had just been washed.
Would you believe the killer
wore gloves but no shoes?
This print was found
on the right panel
where he stepped into the car.
Now, he left this arch
print on the floor mat.
Together, they're enough
for a positive identification.
If you find him.
Okay, gentlemen,
we've gotta move it.
If those two wolf
packs get into a war,
they're gonna chew up
a lot of innocent people.
Come on, let's go.
To J. Paul, a very
righteous mack.
Hey, wasn't he
bad? Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, dig, hey, dig.
Y'all remember that time...?
Remember that time that
harlot said she wants a...
What did she say she wanted?
She wanted an extra
$50? Fifty dollars.
Yeah, for a new
dress or something.
Yeah, he threw
her out the window.
So J. Paul said... J.
Paul said... J. Paul said:
"Uh, lookie here, baby, see,
"I would not give
a blind man a cane
if I owned a lumber yard."
That's cold. He was
a cold dude, man.
Hey. To J. Paul, man.
Right on, my man.
Right on, right on.
So, what kind of number
are we gonna whup on Lolo?
Nothing, man, we're
gonna play past it.
Are you jiving?
No, I ain't jiving.
We're gonna let McGarrett
and his rollers
write their own ticket.
J. Paul would've run up one side
of his head and down the other.
Yeah, I know, and that's
just why they hit him first.
We better do something, or
he's gonna drive all over us.
Ton.
Ton. Hey, baby, come on, now.
Man, you are playing
heavy on the stupid
and light on the shrewd, now.
No class, baby.
Come on, instead of trying
to underkill Lolo's army,
we got to play this
like a boss mack.
Thanks for the intro, Phoebe.
You ought to get something
more subtle, like a bugle.
Well, well, the sorority mothers
are having a summit meeting.
In case you missed
the 6:00 news,
the revised tax
comes due tomorrow.
Thirty-five percent.
But... Three-five. No alibis.
Wait a minute, man.
You know what it
costs to run a stable?
The girls, the hospital bills...
Don't beat 'em so much.
The bail, the
clothes, the fines.
I'm bleeding for you, man.
We hear you, Plumber.
Four-thirty. Cash.
In plain envelopes.
Message received, Plumber.
Yeah, go back and
lick Lolo's toes, man.
I'll stomp on your toes, buddy.
Ain't it a shame what
happened to J. Paul?
But like Lolo said,
that's one less pimple anyway.
Stop, Ton. Ton! Stop.
Ton, Lolo could
kill you for nothing.
Ton, you...
Wait a minute... WUNTON:
You wasted J. Paul!
Baby, come on, you
already done his men.
Come on, baby.
You wasted J. Paul!
Put him down, Wunton. Now.
You punk.
You've bought it, man.
You... You really
got trouble now.
Got a time fix? Not yet.
You wanna make a guess?
You running a quiz show?
Steve, Danny.
We've got the
kid who hit J. Paul.
But I'm afraid he's not
going to be much help.
Hello? McGARRETT:
I'd like to talk
to Harley Dartson.
Well, he's busy right now.
This is his wife. Can
I take a message?
Tell him McGarrett
is on the phone.
Oh. I'll see, Mr. McGarrett.
Harley. Harley.
McGarrett's on the phone.
Boy, that's food, not medicine.
Wanna bet? Well,
what you got to offer?
Well, I'll let you
watch TV with me.
Well, you, uh, do
all your homework
and eat your food, and
maybe we got a deal.
Yeah, McGarrett?
As long as you're
trying to keep the lid on,
I'll give you a
couple of coffin nails.
All right.
The guy who killed J. Paul
is on a slab in the morgue.
Bury him, baby.
Now, look, you
go on investigating,
and we'll go on surviving.
Smells good.
Now, look, constable,
you had your chance.
When Lolo put his
own stinger on the ice,
now, that cut us a loop.
I mean, how do you
expect us to hang easy
with bull's-eyes on our chests?
Are we watching
King Kong with you?
Yeah. After lunch
when it comes on.
Just keep that lid
on, you understand?
I'll be around, McGarrett.
Boys could use some
more juice and cubes, baby.
Hello?
Yeah, uh...
You've got a 50-cent
trick at the Koloko Hotel.
Room 202.
Desk clerk gets a nickel tip.
Do we have to eat
the tomatoes too?
All your vegetables.
All right. All right, then, I
say we show Mr. Double-L
that macks can float like
butterflies and sting like bees.
You're starting
to sound like one.
Who do you have in mind
for running over Lolo's army?
I got no objection to
hitting the man myself.
No, none of us.
This has got to
be spick-and-span.
Yes, that's right,
the good hospital
seal of approval.
You're talking long
green, Darlin' Harley.
At least 20 to 25 big ones.
Oh, come on, come on,
come on. Now, we have got it.
We are paying Lolo 12
thou a week between us,
and now he wants 5 percent more.
Okay, then.
Why don't we all just take
two weeks of this tax money
and invest it into
a mutual fund?
A stinger.
Detroit. MAN 1: Yeah, right on.
Yeah.
Phone, darlin'.
I'll take the tray.
Hello? When I was at school,
I just had to do
all different things.
We get to go outside.
At 12:25. Right.
Harley.
Harley, J. Paul is dead,
and Wunton is dying.
Now, isn't that enough for you?
It's plenty.
Boy, you do your
homework. Aw, Dad.
Don't you "Aw, Dad" me.
You just do it, hear?
We'll get the girls
on the street earlier.
Now, look, one extra trick
a day will pay that new tax.
Got any more beer?
Come on, baby.
Hello?
Now, where you been, jive lady?
We got a hardware
convention at the Pavilion.
A string of 50-cent T's
with their noses wide open.
Well, you just better
shake that moneymaker
over to Suite 1225
before Harley puts
the coat hangers
to your beautiful bod.
Harley.
Harley,
those kids aren't
part of the game.
They're on the real side.
Like me and this house.
It's us.
Harley, I'd rather
go back on the street
than have you call Detroit.
You said it right, lady.
You are my wife.
On the for-real side.
And here is where
you will stay...
wife.
Doc's report on
John Sui, age 19.
Kalihi 'hood, killed
within one hour of J. Paul.
McGarrett. WOMAN:
There's a Detroit hit man
coming to get Lolo.
Who is this, please?
Could you speak louder?
I said,
there's a Detroit hit
man coming to get Lolo.
You've gotta stop him.
Stupid.
Stupid.
The macks put out a
contract for Lolo. Detroit.
What's the point of that?
Even if they get him,
another Lolo will
take his place.
You and Chin get down
to the phone company.
Get me a list of all
long-distance calls to Detroit
within the last 24 hours,
including all
long-distance calls
from the macks' phones.
You think I'm gonna
toss and turn...
McGarrett,
because some pimple is waving
a Saturday night special? Ah.
The macks aren't bringing
in a farm hand, Lolo.
The word is,
he's a major
leaguer from Detroit.
I'm impressed.
At least they care enough
to send the very best.
Now, listen to me.
And hear me.
If that Detroit gun gets to you
before I get to him,
this is the last warning
you'll ever hear.
Now, if I could be sure
that no one else would get hurt,
and that you'd be the end of it,
I'd be tempted to let
that hitter take you.
But I can't. So you
know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna give you a choice.
Like?
Like you've got a
yacht, get on it right now,
and put a lot of open water
between you and this rock.
Or?
Or I lock you up.
On what charge?
I've had a cell reserved
for you for a long time, Lolo.
Lots of laws on those books.
We'll find one.
One hour, Lolo, one hour.
You be on your
yacht, or I'll be back.
What are you doing?
Calling the harbor.
No, slow down, huh?
McGarrett doesn't bluff, Lolo.
You know that.
Just hold it.
We'll figure something out.
We wanna talk to
you about some calls
made from this number.
Phone calls?
Yeah, to Los Angeles and
San Francisco yesterday.
Oh, yeah. Let me see, uh...
I ordered some bar
fixtures from L.A.,
some Alaskan king crab,
abalone from San Francisco.
Hong Kong.
Oh, that was Harley. I
remember, I listened to him.
You know, this guy,
he get all his clothes
made in Hong Kong.
Suits, shirts, ties, everything.
Detroit.
I don't know, maybe
somebody anxious
for get delivery on new car.
Like who?
Like anybody. You
know these folks, huh?
They like buy their
clothes like their cars:
whatever in style.
Anybody make a $50
call on that phone?
Sure.
What for you get friends?
Lolo took your advice.
He's on his yacht,
five miles out on
the Molokai Channel.
Yes, Jenny? Lieutenant Carling
calling from Detroit.
Okay, put him on,
and get everyone
in here, please.
Frank? FRANK: Hi, Steve.
How's the weather in Detroit?
Just had 18 inches of slush.
Don't tell me how nice
it is there or I'll hang up.
I won't say a word other
than the fact that it's,
oh, about 82 degrees
and I'm looking out of my
office on a beautiful, sunny day.
Fair enough?
Did you get a make on
that number I gave you?
Yeah, I've got it all
here in front of me.
Hold it, Frank. I, uh... I
want to put it on speaker.
Go ahead. You're playing
with a big-league hitter, Steve.
Alex Gargossa, alias Smart Alex,
alias George Alexander,
alias Ron Pratt,
alias Royal Robbins,
alias Larry Reynolds,
alias Russ McLean.
His face is getting familiar,
so he likes everything
prearranged.
The talk is, Alex has
12 hits to his credit.
Talk? What do you mean, talk?
Never been able to tag
him with a thing, Steve,
not even jaywalking.
He favors a rifle and scope.
He tailors his own shells
with magnum loads.
If he's ever missed, we
haven't heard about it.
Nail him, Steve, and
do the world a favor.
We'll do our best, Frank.
A photo fax of
Alex is on the way.
Aloha, Frank, and thank you.
We're assuming that Smart Alex
is bringing in his
own rifle from Detroit.
But if he's an old
hand with guns
and he didn't wanna worry
about airline baggage inspection
or metal detectors, he
might shop for a rifle here.
Yes. Yes, he might.
Okay, cover the gun stores.
Get as much help as you need.
Let's hope that Lolo
is still on his yacht
out in the channel.
That's the puzzler, Duke.
The macks know
that Lolo has a yacht.
They might have guessed
that he'd hole up on it.
But they're not gonna bring in
a hit man like
Smart Alex unless...
Unless they have a plan
to get around that obstacle.
Yeah? MAN: The
Cockleshell, 9:00.
Yeah, yeah, he'll be there.
Put this down:
The Cockleshell Restaurant,
9:00 this evening.
In here was a .30-06 carbine.
Mr. Holbein bought
it. Lives on Maui.
He's an old customer.
May I see your
registration book?
Yeah.
Mostly .22s, handguns
and pellet rifles.
Have you tried the Oahu
Gun Shop over on...?
Yeah. The Pearl
City Sporting Goods?
All of them.
What about this AR-15 sold
to Mr. Peter Chou last night?
He was a Chinese fellow.
Said he used it
for hunting tigers
at night in India and Malaya.
Had an English accent,
and he wore glasses.
He bought two telescopes.
Yeah, yeah.
What kind of a
scope costs $1500?
A Starlite scope,
for night hunting.
And this Chinese
bought two scopes
for tiger-hunting?
A daylight and a Starlite.
Well, the Starlite makes sense.
Tigers do their
own hunting at night.
But if this Detroit hitter
is as smooth as they say,
he might get someone
else to buy the gun for him
in case we match
up ballistics later.
I want a sketch
of that tiger hunter.
See if you can get the
store manager in here.
McGarrett.
The airline computer came up
with one of the aliases,
Ron Pratt, on the 5:15 flight.
And the cabdriver
picked him up about then.
Where are you now?
On our way to the Hawaii Hotel.
All right, I'll meet you there.
He checked in at 6:00
using another one of his
aliases, Royal Robbins.
Room 23.
McGARRETT: Five-0, open up.
Okay, gentlemen, uh,
let's comb this room.
Somebody been swabbing
out a barrel with a gun solvent.
Looks like he was tipped.
About us or about Lolo?
Smart Alex arrives
here yesterday at 5:15,
checks in here
at 6. An hour later,
a gun store sells an
AR-15 with two scopes,
one of which is a
night sniper scope.
Coincidence?
I can't figure it out, Steve.
Why are the macks trying so
hard to get themselves wiped out?
Well, if they get this
Lolo, the new Lolo
will come after them
with a flamethrower.
Ben, get down to Phoebe's.
Duke, have H.P.D. put a
surveillance on this room.
Chin, see if the
Coast Guard knows
where Lolo's yacht is.
Okay, let's move, gentlemen.
It's getting dark, and
he has a night scope,
waiting to use it.
Hey. Hey, hey, fellas.
Hey, here's to our mutual funds.
Yeah.
All right. Right on.
And to our capital gains.
Capital, right on.
Yeah, that's right.
Hi. Steve?
Ben.
The gang's all here.
Like they were
establishing an alibi.
More like a celebration,
like they got the game wired.
You wanna do some
celebrating, Ben?
Keep in touch, Ben.
That's gonna be tough.
Duke, what about that sketch?
We're getting there, Steve.
Yeah. Yeah.
That's more like it.
Steve, that tiger hunter used
a phony name and address.
Che is trying to get some prints
off the guns he
handled in the store
before he bought the AR-15.
Good thought, Danno.
You know, something's
happening out there.
Those macks have set up
a hit they can't back out of,
and Lolo is not gonna
sit on that yacht forever.
Lolo's boys are out
beating the bushes,
turning over every rock in town.
If he got lucky and
he nailed Smart Alex,
then he'd have those macks
psyched out permanently.
And Lolo knows that.
Three minutes.
Take care of yourself, Kuji.
Hey, for Darlin' Harley.
You waiting for it to grow?
Somebody's buzzin'.
Yeah?
Yeah, this is Harley Dartson.
I've got news for
you, friend Harley.
How'd it go?
As you might say,
Harley, right on.
McGARRETT: Did Che check it out?
We taped it all the way.
McGARRETT: What
do you think, Danno?
From the trajectory
angle of impact,
I'd say he had to have been
somewhere around here.
Yeah, a pro's pro.
A Detroit hit man
hired by the macks
was waiting on that
ledge down there
for the back door of
that restaurant to open,
knowing Lolo's in there and
he'd be coming out that way.
But a second hit man,
hired by Lolo, is
waiting up here.
Knows exactly
where to be and when.
That took some careful knitting.
Yeah, Danno, you'd
better believe it.
Lolo's got it made.
When the word of this gets
to the hit men on the mainland,
they won't take any
more contracts on Lolo.
The macks have
had it. They missed.
Yeah, but they put it
all on one roll of the dice.
That doesn't strike me
as the kind of game a
smart mack would play.
Steve, if Lolo has a guy
who can shoot like this,
why didn't he use
him on J. Paul?
I don't know.
Maybe our Chinese
tiger hunter can tell us.
Let's go, gentlemen.
Yes, sir.
I was number one
on the hit parade,
and then you played
the flip side, Kuji.
Nailed yourself
a Detroit hitter.
I was merely fortunate.
The rifle did the work.
Get Darlin' Harley
and all his pimples together
this afternoon at Phoebe's, huh?
I'm gonna give them a lecture...
on the high cost of living.
Well, how's our beloved
Mr. Double-L today, Kuji?
Quite satisfied.
Lolo believes he's
destined to rule forever.
Well, long live the king.
Okay, when do we
proceed to part two?
This afternoon, 3:30.
You're to call a
meeting at Phoebe's.
We'll be there with bells on.
If you miss him... Hey.
Let's talk about if we get him.
The tax will revert to
25 percent, as agreed.
There will be no shucking,
as you say, of you or me.
When I take over,
I'll control fairly
but thoroughly.
Yeah, well, this is all
on the for-real side, Kuji.
Ideal face for a
hit man in Hawaii.
Yeah, but on this
island, he's a John Doe.
You know, Che Fong took
some fingerprints off a weapon
that the tiger hunter
handled at the store.
So far they haven't
matched any local prints.
They're not gonna match anything
in the Washington file, either.
Why not? Think it through.
Why would a professional
buy a new gun,
one that he's not familiar
with, for a long shot at night?
Maybe there was some reason
he couldn't bring his own gun.
Yeah, maybe. Maybe.
Like coming off
a foreign flight,
having to go through customs,
knowing that all the bags
would be opened and inspected.
But where? Where
did he come from?
And how did he wind up
on top of the whole scene?
He knew more than
the Detroit hitter.
Well, that, my
friend, took two tips,
both from the inside.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Duke, hold
it just a second.
I'll put it on speaker.
Go ahead.
Steve, the ho's are
back on the stroll.
What? And the macks are back
in the open too.
I just tailed
Harley to his tailor.
His tailor?
He was in there long
enough to buy a dozen suits.
Okay, Duke. Stay with it.
Steve, there was a call to
Hong Kong from Phoebe's.
He said that Harley had
placed a call to his tailor.
Oh?
According to Phoebe,
Harley has all his clothes
made in Hong Kong.
So why should he be
visiting a tailor here?
Maybe he ordered
something besides clothes
with that phone call, huh?
Like another hit man.
Duke said the tiger hunter
had an English accent.
That could mean Hong Kong.
Steve...
are you thinking
that the Detroit hitter
was just a sacrifice
to make Lolo relax and
come out into the open,
thinking he was bombproof?
That's what I'm thinking.
Jenny, patch me through to Ben.
They're making
the rounds, Steve.
This is the fourth stop.
Hold it.
Lolo just came out.
Looks like they're on their
way to pick up number five.
He's getting in the
car with Kuji and Dozer.
Ben, ride 'em close even
if he knows you're there.
What's going on, Steve?
There's still a
contract out on Lolo.
The macks hired two hit men.
Let's go.
Duke, anything going on
with the well-dressed set?
They're gathering a
little earlier than usual.
They're strutting
on the high side
like they're paying off the
mortgage or something.
Ben, where's Lolo now?
Steve, he just pulled
up across from Phoebe's.
Central, McGarrett.
All unmarked cars are
to proceed on a code 2
to the streets
surrounding Phoebe's bar.
That's Smith and Hotel.
A code 2, repeat.
No sirens, gentlemen.
We can bring home the money.
Now, watch it there,
buddy, here he comes.
This the man you've
been waiting for.
Well, well.
No shoes and all.
I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?
Not really.
No, we were just, uh,
talking trash anyway.
Pull up a throne, Lolo.
No, I won't be here that long.
Well, look at the
Girl Scouts, will you?
Poor little darlings.
Did it rain on your picnic?
Detroit.
All right!
Forty percent from now on.
Harley, you'll pay 50.
Half of everything
you make to me.
And you're gonna keep books.
From now on every
trick, every dollar.
So sharpen your
pencils, pimples.
Freeze, Lolo.
Right where you
are. Get back inside.
McGarrett, you're
out of your mind.
I'm trying to save
your slimy life.
Get back inside.
You're gonna save my
life with a police special?
How are you gonna...?
Danno!
The green building, the roof.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Stand by.
Central, McGarrett.
I got another one.
Send the medical
examiner and the wagon.
Same location as
last call, on the double.
10-4. McGarrett.
Man, you really think
anybody would call
the wasting of
Lolo a crime, huh?
Well-executed plan.
Very well executed.
Too well, as a matter of fact.
Book them.
All of them.
Hey, who needs a cab, tiger?
A room's only a dime right here.
A-a dime?
Ten dollars and 25 more for me.
Well, I have a room
with a $48 view of
the Pacific Ocean.
Beautiful, but
it's off my track.
The way you were talking,
I thought we were
making a pit stop.
Quarter trick? You're
on to a whole bill now.
A hundred dollars for just...?
Oh, I could stay longer if
you like me that much, tiger.
That's my name, baby. Tiger.
And mine's Advance, tiger.
Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, baby.
It's another all-gold day
coming on, Darlin' Harley.
Just let it happen,
baby, just let it happen.
Hey, this is Darlin'
Harley, the Mighty Mack.
He's the wise and
just king of the cats.
This here's my new
sporting lady, man.
What's happening,
Darlin' Harley?
You got it, baby.
See you.
Hey, man, she pulls in
three bills a day before dinner.
Uh-oh.
Now you sayin' something,
baby. Hah-hah-hah.
If you don't watch out,
baby, you're gonna be driving
a jumbo jet before
Christmas, you dig?
Say it, baby, say it.
Hey, baby.
I got some dead
presidents for you, honey.
Including a Ben Franklin.
Hey, J., baby.
I heard you been
doing some explaining
to our big syndicate
man from uptown, brother.
Explaining? To Lolo?
That's what I heard.
Hey, this is J. Paul, baby.
You know I ain't
gonna be explaining
to no popcorn shucker like Lolo.
Dig it? Right on,
baby, right on.
Hey, I told him, you know,
the sky ain't raining tricks
like it was last year, dig it?
It's hard enough just to
try to get by, you know?
And what did the champ say?
Oh, man, his reply was that
the new tax is
gonna be 35 percent.
What? PAUL: Yeah, you know.
So I told him, I said:
"Hey, look, you let me know
when you get ready to talk
qualified business, dig it?"
True that, yo.
Then I just got up and
said, "Bye-bye, Lolo."
That's cold. All right, man.
They don't know who
they're kidding, man.
If you give them 30,
they're gonna take a mile.
It happens, baby. All right.
Hey, don't let them
ho's run you too hard.
Yeah, brother. Word.
Oh, no, my main man in blue.
You steady on your
job, ain't you, baby?
Just another one for
your collection, Harley.
Oh, well, I can dig it,
baby, and I appreciate it.
I mean, I know you boys
in blue got to keep a-a quota
for Captain Charlie downtown.
The tow truck is right around
the corner, Mighty Mouth.
I'm proceeding, baby,
and in a lawful manner.
Lolo say, "Bye-bye."
All right, J. Paul, suppose
we get a move on?
No, no, no!
Okay, fellas, don't make
a move. I'll be right back.
McGARRETT: Excuse
me, please. Excuse me.
When I saw J.
Paul at the stoplight,
it looked like his
engine had stalled.
A local kid was getting
into a car next to him
and drove off.
What kind of a car?
A red Bug with,
uh, stinger pipes,
mag wheels and,
uh, racing slicks.
No plates.
And what did the kid look like?
Cane field-type, Primo
Warrior. Shorts and no shoes.
Get Harley Dartson and
bring him to me, huh?
You got something you
want to tell us, Wunton?
About what?
About inflation.
About Lolo and
his 30-percent tax
on your prostitution profits.
Would J. Paul hold back?
Could've been a... chump job.
Some freaked-out john.
Smoking soul sister.
Wunton, you know and I know
that this wasn't any
ordinary street shooting.
When somebody wastes a mack
right in the middle
of Trick City,
that's a message,
big as a billboard.
So read it.
You read it and
tell me what it says.
Maybe you're next.
Maybe Lolo's next.
He's upped the
tax to 35 percent.
That's one-third
our turnover. He...
Steve, we got Harley over there.
Harley Dartson,
1309 Koahula Lane.
Age 32, married, two children.
Occupation, producer.
Mind if I ask the questions?
No, sir.
Just trying to give
you a carbon copy
of what I laid on
this roller here.
Pretty cool about
losing a brother.
Mr. McGarrett,
see, when you're
black and a producer,
the whole world
is made of glass,
because we are on display,
where anybody can
tag us at any time.
Is Lolo turning the
torch on all the macks?
Well, let me put it this way.
If you get a make
on that hit man
and you glue him to Lolo,
there will be peace
throughout the land.
But if you don't,
well, all I can say is,
a whole lot of macks
are not gonna hold
still too much longer
for any more of Lolo's shuckin'.
See, that's where
I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna hold the lid on.
As long as I can.
Well, well, well.
To what do I owe this
extreme pleasure, McGarrett?
J. Paul was found in his car
with the back of
his head blown off.
Who?
The loansharking business
hasn't been too profitable lately,
has it, Lolo?
So you're depending
on your slice
of the body work in Trick City
to take up the slack, huh?
I didn't know you followed
the markets, McGarrett.
Always.
You really must be
desperate to risk a war.
A war?
With those little pimples?
Lolo, I'm not gonna stand by
and watch this thing explode.
You understand?
So I'm warning you,
I'm gonna nail you to the wall.
Murder one.
Plumber, get out on the street
and remind those marshmallows
that our new tax is
effective as of now.
And don't take any crap.
Weapon used was a .38.
Powder burns were
deeply embedded,
indicating that the muzzle
was probably touching.
Since no one heard any shots,
we can assume that
he used a silencer.
A careful shooter. To an
extreme. Hollow heads.
What about prints, Che?
All J. Paul's, and
his lady friend.
The car had just been washed.
Would you believe the killer
wore gloves but no shoes?
This print was found
on the right panel
where he stepped into the car.
Now, he left this arch
print on the floor mat.
Together, they're enough
for a positive identification.
If you find him.
Okay, gentlemen,
we've gotta move it.
If those two wolf
packs get into a war,
they're gonna chew up
a lot of innocent people.
Come on, let's go.
To J. Paul, a very
righteous mack.
Hey, wasn't he
bad? Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, dig, hey, dig.
Y'all remember that time...?
Remember that time that
harlot said she wants a...
What did she say she wanted?
She wanted an extra
$50? Fifty dollars.
Yeah, for a new
dress or something.
Yeah, he threw
her out the window.
So J. Paul said... J.
Paul said... J. Paul said:
"Uh, lookie here, baby, see,
"I would not give
a blind man a cane
if I owned a lumber yard."
That's cold. He was
a cold dude, man.
Hey. To J. Paul, man.
Right on, my man.
Right on, right on.
So, what kind of number
are we gonna whup on Lolo?
Nothing, man, we're
gonna play past it.
Are you jiving?
No, I ain't jiving.
We're gonna let McGarrett
and his rollers
write their own ticket.
J. Paul would've run up one side
of his head and down the other.
Yeah, I know, and that's
just why they hit him first.
We better do something, or
he's gonna drive all over us.
Ton.
Ton. Hey, baby, come on, now.
Man, you are playing
heavy on the stupid
and light on the shrewd, now.
No class, baby.
Come on, instead of trying
to underkill Lolo's army,
we got to play this
like a boss mack.
Thanks for the intro, Phoebe.
You ought to get something
more subtle, like a bugle.
Well, well, the sorority mothers
are having a summit meeting.
In case you missed
the 6:00 news,
the revised tax
comes due tomorrow.
Thirty-five percent.
But... Three-five. No alibis.
Wait a minute, man.
You know what it
costs to run a stable?
The girls, the hospital bills...
Don't beat 'em so much.
The bail, the
clothes, the fines.
I'm bleeding for you, man.
We hear you, Plumber.
Four-thirty. Cash.
In plain envelopes.
Message received, Plumber.
Yeah, go back and
lick Lolo's toes, man.
I'll stomp on your toes, buddy.
Ain't it a shame what
happened to J. Paul?
But like Lolo said,
that's one less pimple anyway.
Stop, Ton. Ton! Stop.
Ton, Lolo could
kill you for nothing.
Ton, you...
Wait a minute... WUNTON:
You wasted J. Paul!
Baby, come on, you
already done his men.
Come on, baby.
You wasted J. Paul!
Put him down, Wunton. Now.
You punk.
You've bought it, man.
You... You really
got trouble now.
Got a time fix? Not yet.
You wanna make a guess?
You running a quiz show?
Steve, Danny.
We've got the
kid who hit J. Paul.
But I'm afraid he's not
going to be much help.
Hello? McGARRETT:
I'd like to talk
to Harley Dartson.
Well, he's busy right now.
This is his wife. Can
I take a message?
Tell him McGarrett
is on the phone.
Oh. I'll see, Mr. McGarrett.
Harley. Harley.
McGarrett's on the phone.
Boy, that's food, not medicine.
Wanna bet? Well,
what you got to offer?
Well, I'll let you
watch TV with me.
Well, you, uh, do
all your homework
and eat your food, and
maybe we got a deal.
Yeah, McGarrett?
As long as you're
trying to keep the lid on,
I'll give you a
couple of coffin nails.
All right.
The guy who killed J. Paul
is on a slab in the morgue.
Bury him, baby.
Now, look, you
go on investigating,
and we'll go on surviving.
Smells good.
Now, look, constable,
you had your chance.
When Lolo put his
own stinger on the ice,
now, that cut us a loop.
I mean, how do you
expect us to hang easy
with bull's-eyes on our chests?
Are we watching
King Kong with you?
Yeah. After lunch
when it comes on.
Just keep that lid
on, you understand?
I'll be around, McGarrett.
Boys could use some
more juice and cubes, baby.
Hello?
Yeah, uh...
You've got a 50-cent
trick at the Koloko Hotel.
Room 202.
Desk clerk gets a nickel tip.
Do we have to eat
the tomatoes too?
All your vegetables.
All right. All right, then, I
say we show Mr. Double-L
that macks can float like
butterflies and sting like bees.
You're starting
to sound like one.
Who do you have in mind
for running over Lolo's army?
I got no objection to
hitting the man myself.
No, none of us.
This has got to
be spick-and-span.
Yes, that's right,
the good hospital
seal of approval.
You're talking long
green, Darlin' Harley.
At least 20 to 25 big ones.
Oh, come on, come on,
come on. Now, we have got it.
We are paying Lolo 12
thou a week between us,
and now he wants 5 percent more.
Okay, then.
Why don't we all just take
two weeks of this tax money
and invest it into
a mutual fund?
A stinger.
Detroit. MAN 1: Yeah, right on.
Yeah.
Phone, darlin'.
I'll take the tray.
Hello? When I was at school,
I just had to do
all different things.
We get to go outside.
At 12:25. Right.
Harley.
Harley, J. Paul is dead,
and Wunton is dying.
Now, isn't that enough for you?
It's plenty.
Boy, you do your
homework. Aw, Dad.
Don't you "Aw, Dad" me.
You just do it, hear?
We'll get the girls
on the street earlier.
Now, look, one extra trick
a day will pay that new tax.
Got any more beer?
Come on, baby.
Hello?
Now, where you been, jive lady?
We got a hardware
convention at the Pavilion.
A string of 50-cent T's
with their noses wide open.
Well, you just better
shake that moneymaker
over to Suite 1225
before Harley puts
the coat hangers
to your beautiful bod.
Harley.
Harley,
those kids aren't
part of the game.
They're on the real side.
Like me and this house.
It's us.
Harley, I'd rather
go back on the street
than have you call Detroit.
You said it right, lady.
You are my wife.
On the for-real side.
And here is where
you will stay...
wife.
Doc's report on
John Sui, age 19.
Kalihi 'hood, killed
within one hour of J. Paul.
McGarrett. WOMAN:
There's a Detroit hit man
coming to get Lolo.
Who is this, please?
Could you speak louder?
I said,
there's a Detroit hit
man coming to get Lolo.
You've gotta stop him.
Stupid.
Stupid.
The macks put out a
contract for Lolo. Detroit.
What's the point of that?
Even if they get him,
another Lolo will
take his place.
You and Chin get down
to the phone company.
Get me a list of all
long-distance calls to Detroit
within the last 24 hours,
including all
long-distance calls
from the macks' phones.
You think I'm gonna
toss and turn...
McGarrett,
because some pimple is waving
a Saturday night special? Ah.
The macks aren't bringing
in a farm hand, Lolo.
The word is,
he's a major
leaguer from Detroit.
I'm impressed.
At least they care enough
to send the very best.
Now, listen to me.
And hear me.
If that Detroit gun gets to you
before I get to him,
this is the last warning
you'll ever hear.
Now, if I could be sure
that no one else would get hurt,
and that you'd be the end of it,
I'd be tempted to let
that hitter take you.
But I can't. So you
know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna give you a choice.
Like?
Like you've got a
yacht, get on it right now,
and put a lot of open water
between you and this rock.
Or?
Or I lock you up.
On what charge?
I've had a cell reserved
for you for a long time, Lolo.
Lots of laws on those books.
We'll find one.
One hour, Lolo, one hour.
You be on your
yacht, or I'll be back.
What are you doing?
Calling the harbor.
No, slow down, huh?
McGarrett doesn't bluff, Lolo.
You know that.
Just hold it.
We'll figure something out.
We wanna talk to
you about some calls
made from this number.
Phone calls?
Yeah, to Los Angeles and
San Francisco yesterday.
Oh, yeah. Let me see, uh...
I ordered some bar
fixtures from L.A.,
some Alaskan king crab,
abalone from San Francisco.
Hong Kong.
Oh, that was Harley. I
remember, I listened to him.
You know, this guy,
he get all his clothes
made in Hong Kong.
Suits, shirts, ties, everything.
Detroit.
I don't know, maybe
somebody anxious
for get delivery on new car.
Like who?
Like anybody. You
know these folks, huh?
They like buy their
clothes like their cars:
whatever in style.
Anybody make a $50
call on that phone?
Sure.
What for you get friends?
Lolo took your advice.
He's on his yacht,
five miles out on
the Molokai Channel.
Yes, Jenny? Lieutenant Carling
calling from Detroit.
Okay, put him on,
and get everyone
in here, please.
Frank? FRANK: Hi, Steve.
How's the weather in Detroit?
Just had 18 inches of slush.
Don't tell me how nice
it is there or I'll hang up.
I won't say a word other
than the fact that it's,
oh, about 82 degrees
and I'm looking out of my
office on a beautiful, sunny day.
Fair enough?
Did you get a make on
that number I gave you?
Yeah, I've got it all
here in front of me.
Hold it, Frank. I, uh... I
want to put it on speaker.
Go ahead. You're playing
with a big-league hitter, Steve.
Alex Gargossa, alias Smart Alex,
alias George Alexander,
alias Ron Pratt,
alias Royal Robbins,
alias Larry Reynolds,
alias Russ McLean.
His face is getting familiar,
so he likes everything
prearranged.
The talk is, Alex has
12 hits to his credit.
Talk? What do you mean, talk?
Never been able to tag
him with a thing, Steve,
not even jaywalking.
He favors a rifle and scope.
He tailors his own shells
with magnum loads.
If he's ever missed, we
haven't heard about it.
Nail him, Steve, and
do the world a favor.
We'll do our best, Frank.
A photo fax of
Alex is on the way.
Aloha, Frank, and thank you.
We're assuming that Smart Alex
is bringing in his
own rifle from Detroit.
But if he's an old
hand with guns
and he didn't wanna worry
about airline baggage inspection
or metal detectors, he
might shop for a rifle here.
Yes. Yes, he might.
Okay, cover the gun stores.
Get as much help as you need.
Let's hope that Lolo
is still on his yacht
out in the channel.
That's the puzzler, Duke.
The macks know
that Lolo has a yacht.
They might have guessed
that he'd hole up on it.
But they're not gonna bring in
a hit man like
Smart Alex unless...
Unless they have a plan
to get around that obstacle.
Yeah? MAN: The
Cockleshell, 9:00.
Yeah, yeah, he'll be there.
Put this down:
The Cockleshell Restaurant,
9:00 this evening.
In here was a .30-06 carbine.
Mr. Holbein bought
it. Lives on Maui.
He's an old customer.
May I see your
registration book?
Yeah.
Mostly .22s, handguns
and pellet rifles.
Have you tried the Oahu
Gun Shop over on...?
Yeah. The Pearl
City Sporting Goods?
All of them.
What about this AR-15 sold
to Mr. Peter Chou last night?
He was a Chinese fellow.
Said he used it
for hunting tigers
at night in India and Malaya.
Had an English accent,
and he wore glasses.
He bought two telescopes.
Yeah, yeah.
What kind of a
scope costs $1500?
A Starlite scope,
for night hunting.
And this Chinese
bought two scopes
for tiger-hunting?
A daylight and a Starlite.
Well, the Starlite makes sense.
Tigers do their
own hunting at night.
But if this Detroit hitter
is as smooth as they say,
he might get someone
else to buy the gun for him
in case we match
up ballistics later.
I want a sketch
of that tiger hunter.
See if you can get the
store manager in here.
McGarrett.
The airline computer came up
with one of the aliases,
Ron Pratt, on the 5:15 flight.
And the cabdriver
picked him up about then.
Where are you now?
On our way to the Hawaii Hotel.
All right, I'll meet you there.
He checked in at 6:00
using another one of his
aliases, Royal Robbins.
Room 23.
McGARRETT: Five-0, open up.
Okay, gentlemen, uh,
let's comb this room.
Somebody been swabbing
out a barrel with a gun solvent.
Looks like he was tipped.
About us or about Lolo?
Smart Alex arrives
here yesterday at 5:15,
checks in here
at 6. An hour later,
a gun store sells an
AR-15 with two scopes,
one of which is a
night sniper scope.
Coincidence?
I can't figure it out, Steve.
Why are the macks trying so
hard to get themselves wiped out?
Well, if they get this
Lolo, the new Lolo
will come after them
with a flamethrower.
Ben, get down to Phoebe's.
Duke, have H.P.D. put a
surveillance on this room.
Chin, see if the
Coast Guard knows
where Lolo's yacht is.
Okay, let's move, gentlemen.
It's getting dark, and
he has a night scope,
waiting to use it.
Hey. Hey, hey, fellas.
Hey, here's to our mutual funds.
Yeah.
All right. Right on.
And to our capital gains.
Capital, right on.
Yeah, that's right.
Hi. Steve?
Ben.
The gang's all here.
Like they were
establishing an alibi.
More like a celebration,
like they got the game wired.
You wanna do some
celebrating, Ben?
Keep in touch, Ben.
That's gonna be tough.
Duke, what about that sketch?
We're getting there, Steve.
Yeah. Yeah.
That's more like it.
Steve, that tiger hunter used
a phony name and address.
Che is trying to get some prints
off the guns he
handled in the store
before he bought the AR-15.
Good thought, Danno.
You know, something's
happening out there.
Those macks have set up
a hit they can't back out of,
and Lolo is not gonna
sit on that yacht forever.
Lolo's boys are out
beating the bushes,
turning over every rock in town.
If he got lucky and
he nailed Smart Alex,
then he'd have those macks
psyched out permanently.
And Lolo knows that.
Three minutes.
Take care of yourself, Kuji.
Hey, for Darlin' Harley.
You waiting for it to grow?
Somebody's buzzin'.
Yeah?
Yeah, this is Harley Dartson.
I've got news for
you, friend Harley.
How'd it go?
As you might say,
Harley, right on.
McGARRETT: Did Che check it out?
We taped it all the way.
McGARRETT: What
do you think, Danno?
From the trajectory
angle of impact,
I'd say he had to have been
somewhere around here.
Yeah, a pro's pro.
A Detroit hit man
hired by the macks
was waiting on that
ledge down there
for the back door of
that restaurant to open,
knowing Lolo's in there and
he'd be coming out that way.
But a second hit man,
hired by Lolo, is
waiting up here.
Knows exactly
where to be and when.
That took some careful knitting.
Yeah, Danno, you'd
better believe it.
Lolo's got it made.
When the word of this gets
to the hit men on the mainland,
they won't take any
more contracts on Lolo.
The macks have
had it. They missed.
Yeah, but they put it
all on one roll of the dice.
That doesn't strike me
as the kind of game a
smart mack would play.
Steve, if Lolo has a guy
who can shoot like this,
why didn't he use
him on J. Paul?
I don't know.
Maybe our Chinese
tiger hunter can tell us.
Let's go, gentlemen.
Yes, sir.
I was number one
on the hit parade,
and then you played
the flip side, Kuji.
Nailed yourself
a Detroit hitter.
I was merely fortunate.
The rifle did the work.
Get Darlin' Harley
and all his pimples together
this afternoon at Phoebe's, huh?
I'm gonna give them a lecture...
on the high cost of living.
Well, how's our beloved
Mr. Double-L today, Kuji?
Quite satisfied.
Lolo believes he's
destined to rule forever.
Well, long live the king.
Okay, when do we
proceed to part two?
This afternoon, 3:30.
You're to call a
meeting at Phoebe's.
We'll be there with bells on.
If you miss him... Hey.
Let's talk about if we get him.
The tax will revert to
25 percent, as agreed.
There will be no shucking,
as you say, of you or me.
When I take over,
I'll control fairly
but thoroughly.
Yeah, well, this is all
on the for-real side, Kuji.
Ideal face for a
hit man in Hawaii.
Yeah, but on this
island, he's a John Doe.
You know, Che Fong took
some fingerprints off a weapon
that the tiger hunter
handled at the store.
So far they haven't
matched any local prints.
They're not gonna match anything
in the Washington file, either.
Why not? Think it through.
Why would a professional
buy a new gun,
one that he's not familiar
with, for a long shot at night?
Maybe there was some reason
he couldn't bring his own gun.
Yeah, maybe. Maybe.
Like coming off
a foreign flight,
having to go through customs,
knowing that all the bags
would be opened and inspected.
But where? Where
did he come from?
And how did he wind up
on top of the whole scene?
He knew more than
the Detroit hitter.
Well, that, my
friend, took two tips,
both from the inside.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Duke, hold
it just a second.
I'll put it on speaker.
Go ahead.
Steve, the ho's are
back on the stroll.
What? And the macks are back
in the open too.
I just tailed
Harley to his tailor.
His tailor?
He was in there long
enough to buy a dozen suits.
Okay, Duke. Stay with it.
Steve, there was a call to
Hong Kong from Phoebe's.
He said that Harley had
placed a call to his tailor.
Oh?
According to Phoebe,
Harley has all his clothes
made in Hong Kong.
So why should he be
visiting a tailor here?
Maybe he ordered
something besides clothes
with that phone call, huh?
Like another hit man.
Duke said the tiger hunter
had an English accent.
That could mean Hong Kong.
Steve...
are you thinking
that the Detroit hitter
was just a sacrifice
to make Lolo relax and
come out into the open,
thinking he was bombproof?
That's what I'm thinking.
Jenny, patch me through to Ben.
They're making
the rounds, Steve.
This is the fourth stop.
Hold it.
Lolo just came out.
Looks like they're on their
way to pick up number five.
He's getting in the
car with Kuji and Dozer.
Ben, ride 'em close even
if he knows you're there.
What's going on, Steve?
There's still a
contract out on Lolo.
The macks hired two hit men.
Let's go.
Duke, anything going on
with the well-dressed set?
They're gathering a
little earlier than usual.
They're strutting
on the high side
like they're paying off the
mortgage or something.
Ben, where's Lolo now?
Steve, he just pulled
up across from Phoebe's.
Central, McGarrett.
All unmarked cars are
to proceed on a code 2
to the streets
surrounding Phoebe's bar.
That's Smith and Hotel.
A code 2, repeat.
No sirens, gentlemen.
We can bring home the money.
Now, watch it there,
buddy, here he comes.
This the man you've
been waiting for.
Well, well.
No shoes and all.
I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?
Not really.
No, we were just, uh,
talking trash anyway.
Pull up a throne, Lolo.
No, I won't be here that long.
Well, look at the
Girl Scouts, will you?
Poor little darlings.
Did it rain on your picnic?
Detroit.
All right!
Forty percent from now on.
Harley, you'll pay 50.
Half of everything
you make to me.
And you're gonna keep books.
From now on every
trick, every dollar.
So sharpen your
pencils, pimples.
Freeze, Lolo.
Right where you
are. Get back inside.
McGarrett, you're
out of your mind.
I'm trying to save
your slimy life.
Get back inside.
You're gonna save my
life with a police special?
How are you gonna...?
Danno!
The green building, the roof.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Stand by.
Central, McGarrett.
I got another one.
Send the medical
examiner and the wagon.
Same location as
last call, on the double.
10-4. McGarrett.
Man, you really think
anybody would call
the wasting of
Lolo a crime, huh?
Well-executed plan.
Very well executed.
Too well, as a matter of fact.
Book them.
All of them.