Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 6, Episode 8 - Why Wait Till Uncle Kevin Dies? - full transcript

Five-O investigates a company that promises heirs an early payout from wills of rich, elderly relatives. The company has been taken over by new owners in recent years and a trail of abrupt deaths has developed. McGarrett recruits a lawyer to go undercover as a high-living heir as Five-O seeks to end the killings.

All the silverware,

a beautiful clock from England,

a pair of binoculars

from somewhere
over there in Europe,

I guess Germany.

Got my VHF-band marine radio.

That alone cost $300.

Any serial number on it?

Who knows? I don't
look at those things.

If you want that
kind of information,

check the place
where I bought it.



Have a break-in, Charlie?

My kid brother.

Brains, six years of college,

and still out of work.

Okay, that's clock, binoculars,

silverware, radio.

Right.

And you find that stuff for me,

and I'll see that
you're taken care of

come Christmas time.

I'll do my job without
presents, Mr. Privit.

Okay, okay.

Cast off the lines.

Central, this is
Detective Poheni,



burglary detail.

Now leaving the Aki Noa
Marina with the stolen-property list.

These items you
were trying to sell

match the
stolen-property list exactly.

You were on that
boat, weren't you?

Okay, okay. We were on the boat.

Let me give you some
good advice, fellas.

You're in this very
deep, both of you.

Now, we're not talking
about a two-bit heist.

We're talking about human life,

possibly murder. No.

We wouldn't do
nothing like that.

But we saw who did.

You saw who did?

Yeah, a guard.

A-A guy in a uniform.

Coroner rules it accidental
on the basis of wreckage found.

Then the coroner's verdict
was based on scanty evidence.

Yeah. But so was the story
those, uh, kids gave yesterday.

Can they make
an ID of the guard?

Negative. They were
brought to lineup,

including the guard
on duty that night,

and the kids say none of
them was the man they saw.

Did you run a
check on the guard?

Fifteen years on the
job. Perfect record.

Those kids could be lying
to save their own skins.

Yeah, or somebody
else was aboard

who might have
looked like a guard.

Let's get a full
report on Privit.

Business, personal life

and a list of people who might
have had reason to kill him.

Enemies, rivals, and, uh, heirs.

That's where it happened.

He was pulling away
from the dock and... bam.

All over for brother Charlie.

Where were you?

Right here.

He'd never let me
go anywhere with him.

His boat?

Dad left him everything.

He thought Charlie had sense,

and that I needed
character building.

Charlie knew I was
next in line for the money,

and he hated me for it.

You're the only heir left.

Won't do me much good.

I spent my inheritance
months ago.

You spent it before
your brother died?

Not one of my wiser years.

How did you manage that?

Oh, it was managed for me.

Mr. McGarrett, I believe?

I'm Zachary Talbot,

president of
Reversions Incorporated.

Mr. Talbot.

This is Ben Kokua,
Hawaii Five-0.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

Well, what can I do
for you gentlemen?

Well, we'd like some
information about your company,

the way it's structured,

the type of service it deals in.

Things like that.

Again? I thought I'd
satisfied Mr. Manicote,

your district attorney.

I'm afraid I'm not the
district attorney, Mr. Talbot.

Well, come this way.

We'll sort things out.

May I present my
board of directors.

Mr. McGarrett, Mr. Kokua,
of Hawaii Five-0 state police.

I'd like you to assist them

in everything they want to know,

just as we've always done
in all inquiries in the past.

Your wicket, Mr. McGarrett.

All right.

Reversions
Incorporated, what is it?

I'll field that one myself.

We're an inheritance
discount firm.

We provide money to heirs

before their benefactors die,

and they sign over
their inheritance to us.

We collect upon the
benefactor's death.

Let me see if I
have the formula.

I have an uncle who is
going to leave me $10,000.

I don't want to wait.

I come here, and I sign
my inheritance over to you,

and you give me
the money right now.

Is that it?

Not the full amount, naturally.

Oh, naturally. You... You
do have a profit motive.

Well... Yes, well, we must have.

After all, we are taking a risk.

A will can be changed.

You could be disinherited.

In which case, you would
ask for your money back.

Yes, but suppose
you'd already spent it.

Suppose we couldn't
track you down.

A man can disappear,

even though we have
branches in 11 countries

to look for him.

So you see,

our profits must cover
occasional losses.

Not to mention
operating expenses.

McGARRETT: All right. Supposing
I take your deal, gentlemen,

but my uncle lives
to a ripe old age,

maybe 25 or 30 years longer.

Now, wouldn't you
lose more on interest

than you'd gain on me?

That happens sometimes,
but it averages out

on the basis of
actuarial statistics.

It's all very sound and
very legal, I assure you.

We've been in
business for 35 years.

In which case, you
wouldn't mind, uh,

giving me a list of
your recent clients.

Well, that may be
a bit of a problem.

Our files are a bit disarrayed.

You see, we're in
the process of moving.

Moving? Where?

Zurich, Switzerland.

Oh, your climate is lovely,

but we find your island
paradise a little remote,

now that our operations
are expanding.

Well, I'm afraid that
list is a must, Mr. Talbot,

Now, I'd like to
get it voluntarily,

but if I don't, I'll get
it with a court order.

No, I said it was a problem.

I didn't say it was
insurmountable.

Miss Daumler, I'd like a
list of our recent clients

for Mr. McGarrett, immediately.

Yes, I took a portion of
it before my father died.

I wanted to travel
around the world,

my last hope for
not being alone.

Then my dad had his accident.

When? Just two weeks ago.

Where were you when it happened?

In a lovely cafe
in Paris, alone.

Now, tell me about
your inheritance.

Yeah, how about it?

All this for only typing
60 words a minute,

but with no mistakes.

Yeah.

I understand you got
it, uh, before he died,

from a firm named
Reversions Incorporated.

Only part of it,

but in cash, without waiting.

That was worthwhile to me.

How soon afterwards did he die?

Two months.

How did it happen?

Albert loved racing cars.

Really loved them.

When did your grandfather die?

About a, oh, month
after I got the money.

Died how?

Uh, well, he was
crossin' the street

in front of his office one day.

McGARRETT: Blackerman, Ambrose,

Kuan Loo, Privit and Shibato,

five extremely wealthy men.

All died by accident,

all within six
months of each other,

and each with an heir

who received his
inheritance in advance

from Reversions Incorporated.

Coincidence?

A thousand to one.

Try for a million.

Yeah, maybe ten million.

You're suggesting mass murder?

I'm suggesting
there's only one group

that would profit from
those deaths, John:

Reversions Incorporated.

Steve, I've checked
them out, 49 ways.

They're clean. Their
operation is legal.

McGARRETT: So they said.

Thirty-five years
without problems.

Well, that's only, uh...
That's only half a truth.

What do you mean?

They've had a change
of management recently.

You mean Talbot is new?

Talbot and his
board of directors.

They bought in about
nine months ago.

And moving already.

Moving? Where?

Switzerland.

Out of our jurisdiction,
as far as subpoenas go.

And there's something
else that's pretty strange.

According to the heirs
that we've interviewed,

Reversions Incorporated
have recruited them.

And they've known
all about wills

long before they
were filed for probate.

A leak in each lawyer's office?

Now... Now, wait a minute, John.

There are other ways
of doing it. Danno?

Each will so far involved
the Ala Moana Bank

as co-trustee and executor.

The leak could be there.

Someone inside the bank,

a conspirator in murder.

This is all your evidence?

All so far.

Well, what do I take
before a grand jury?

McGARRETT: The
evidence we're going to get.

John, I want to put out a
hunk of bait so tempting

that Reversions
Incorporated cannot resist

taking one more bite
before they leave the islands.

What sort of bait?

A millionaire and
a will with numbers

bigger than they've
ever seen before.

What do you mean?
Create a millionaire?

Yeah, that's
exactly what I mean.

We'll give him a name,
a background, a history,

documents, photographs,
files, everything.

And an heir who
needs money in a hurry.

Now, John, if
they take that bait,

we may just be able
to prove five murders.

Or five accidents.

Okay.

McGARRETT: Accident
death number six,

also tied to Reversions
Incorporated.

But this one
wasn't a millionaire.

McGARRETT: That's
right. He was broke.

All right, Steve. Let's face it.

It knocks your theory
into a cocked hat.

They'd have no
reason to kill this one.

John, sometimes you worry
me. That's not necessarily true.

Ben's been to circuit court
this morning. Tell him, Ben.

I looked up
Charles Privit's will.

It turns out that Jeremy
Privit was cut off. Not a penny.

Yeah. And he owed
Reversions Incorporated

half a million dollars, which
they had given him in advance.

Why would they
kill him for that?

How would that get
them their money back?

Aw, John. Why do
mobs kill for bad debts?

Sometimes just
to set an example.

Now, we won't know
until we go undercover.

All right. You've got
some good people.

And we can't use
one of them. Not one.

They're too easily checked.

So you need someone

who is new on the island.

Uh, not necessarily a cop,
but able to function like one.

Somebody who is smart,

able to pass himself
off as a rich man's heir,

and take care of
himself in a squeeze.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

I happen to know just the man.

Yeah. His name
is, uh, Calvin Cutler.

He's an assistant
D.A. from the mainland.

He's here on a research project.

Good background.

I think I could get him on loan.

He'd have to agree, of course.

Uh, I should warn you, though.

He's got a very
unusual personality.

Hey, uh, we're looking
for a Calvin Cutler.

I'm Cutler.

Oh? Uh, McGarrett, Five-0.

This is Dan Williams.

We'd like to talk
to you, Mr. Cutler.

Sure.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Cup of herb tea?

No, no. No thanks.

We heard about you...

Uh, would you turn
this thing down, please?

Sure.

McGARRETT: Thank you. Better.

We heard about you

from our district
attorney, John Manicote,

and from your boss
on the mainland.

Can I guess what they said?

Yeah.

Brilliant but unconventional.

Writes excellent briefs,
but we try not to let him

appear in court too often.

Well, we weren't discussing
court appearances, Mr. Cutler.

We... We have
something else in mind.

Oh. Then I'll guess again.

An unusual assignment
out of the realm

of your average
assistant D.A.'s duties.

Bizarre. Clandestine.

Something no one else
would touch with a 10-foot pole.

Add long hours
and a lot of legwork.

And a better-than-even
chance of danger.

Danger?

Yeah. That turn you off?

McGarrett, you're looking
at a very ambitious cat.

Ambition with a capital A.

Oh, not for glory, adventure,

or winning the hometown game.

I want to rack up points
in my civil-service file.

I intend to be right up there.

Just, uh... Just how
bad is that herb tea?

From now on, your name
is Edgar Anthony Baines.

You have education,
position and, uh, breeding.

You think you can handle it?

Cool.

You have everything,
in fact, except money,

because all the family
loot is in your uncle's name.

My uncle?

Yeah. It's a
character we'll create,

Uncle Kevin Baines.

Superrich,
super-stingy and invalid.

We've manufactured
a whole family history.

It's all in here.

You'll have to
learn it letter perfect.

And no temperament, Cal.

Every name, every
date, every comma.

Our success will depend on it.

And I might add,
maybe your life.

Frame seven.

Tate College, my alma mater.

Twelve.

Hyannis Port, our summer house.

McGARRETT: Frame five, please.

My mother and my father.

Where are they now?

My father was
killed in World War II.

My mother died of a
stroke when I was at Tate,

in college.

Her maiden name?

Johanson.

Frame eight, please.

That's Rivet, my horse.

McGARRETT: Who gave it to you?

Uncle Kevin.

When? CUTLER: 1952.

How old were you?

Ten.

Frame 26, please.

That's my Beverley Hills office.

Address? 132 South Rodeo Drive.

Frame one.

That's, uh...
That's Uncle Kevin.

You sure?

Oh, I'm sure.

Take another look.

His cap, his cane,
the way he walks.

I've seen him like
that a hundred times.

Why aren't there
more pictures of him?

Uncle Kevin hates
photographers and reporters.

He has private police
to keep them away.

And they never slip through?

One did, that time.

But it's getting
tougher for them.

He never goes out anymore.

How come? He's sick.

Bedridden.

With what?

Arthritis.

Progressive, degenerative.

You're very conversant
with those medical words.

I do have a reason
for keeping track.

How much is Uncle Kevin worth?

Oh, ten, 20 million.

No one knows for sure.

How much will you get?

I wish I knew.

Frame three, please.

That's, uh, Uncle Kevin's
Diamond Head house.

McGARRETT: Four.

That's the same.

McGARRETT: And frame 11.

That's Frank Mualana,
my uncle's lawyer.

He's been called in
to draw up a new will.

Well, I guess that
brings us up to date.

I think you're
ready, Mr. Baines.

Tonight you go undercover.

You'll contact us
only in the manner

in which we discussed.

This afternoon,
take another look

at that bio of Edgar Baines.

It will be your last chance.

Do you always wear glasses?

No. Sometimes I wear contacts.

Good, because we'll have
some other changes to make.

Come with me, please.

Oh, one more thing.

Why did you come to Hawaii?

I followed Uncle Kevin
here when he got sick.

I visit him nearly every day,

bring him, uh, books, cigars.

Heh. He blows smoke in my face.

What kind of cigars
does he smoke?

I... I don't know.

Rule one: Never
volunteer information.

I have a list of tobacco
products available in Hawaii.

Learn it.

Let's go.

McGARRETT: Yeah.

Even Uncle Kevin
should approve of that.

His lawyer, Mr. Mualana,

should be heading
for the Ala Moana Bank

just about now
to file that will.

Ah, Mr. Mualana,
it's good to see you.

How is your client?

Quite ill, I'm afraid.

But then, that's the
point of a will, isn't it?

I think you'll find
everything in order.

The nomination clause?

It's right there.

Aha.

"I hereby nominate,
constitute and appoint

"the Ala Moana Bank

"and Frank Mualana,
attorney at law,

"as co-executors and co-trustees

of this, my will."

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Fine.

And here's two conformed
copies for your file,

also a Photostat
of the original,

signed by two witnesses.

And this is the total
amount of Mr. Baines' estate.

That much?

Miss Harper?

Yes, sir?

Make a file for Kevin Baines.

He's a part of our family now.

I'd be happy to, sir.

And have Mr. Tokada review it.

Yes, sir.

McGarrett.

Steve, this is Frank.

I just delivered the papers.

And listen, Steve.
There's, uh, two people

who had access to the file,
uh, besides the bank president.

One is a department head
named, uh, Henjo Tokada.

And the other, a girl by
the name of, uh, Harper,

Natalie Harper, a clerk.

Oh, thank you, Frank.

Anything I can ever do for you?

Well, you could come
up to the U of H someday

and, uh, give a
talk to my class.

Yeah, maybe twice.

Aloha, aikane.

Okay, I'll see you, Steve.

Bye-bye.

Kokua to Control.
Kokua to Control.

Subject proceeding
east on Kalakaua.

Kokua to Control.
Kokua to Control.

Subject proceeding
east on Kalakaua.

Suspect one now
entering Barefoot Bar

on Beach Walk Avenue.

Subject two entering
Beach Walk Broiler.

Sitting at table.

Chin Ho Kelly to Control.

Kokua to Control. Bull's-eye.

It's gonna be a big promotion:

major advertising
campaign, islandwide.

Oh. Uh, bartender.

Now, if, um...
If you'll just, uh,

give me your name
and telephone number,

as soon as I get
the rest of my capital,

I'll call you and we'll see
w-what you can do for me.

There you are, sir.

Oh.

This says three drinks.

Yes, sir. One for
the lady, two for you.

No. One drink for me.

Two vodka on the rocks.

Damn clip joint.

I'll take it, and I'll wear it.

Good. That will be $28.50,
sir, including the tax.

Just, uh, send me the bill.

Uh, Mr. Baines, uh,
would you mind very much

paying for it now?

It's not a question of minding.

I just don't happen to
have any cash with me now.

Well, then possibly you
could come back at a later time.

Uh, we'll hold the hat for you.

Are you saying
you don't trust me?

It isn't that. It's just...
Well, there have been

so many other little things,
like the blazer, the suit...

Look, if my credit is
no longer good here,

I'll take my business
somewhere else.

Mr. Baines.

Mr. Baines.

Mr. Baines.

Uh, Mr. Baines, it's...
It's about your apartment.

Oh, it's very
comfortable, indeed.

Well, you were supposed to
pay a month's rent in advance.

Well, I sent you a check.

But that check was unsigned.

We sent it back to you.

No, don't tell me I
forgot to sign the check.

Look, I'll put another
one in the mail right away.

Please do.

Would you mind
settling now, sir?

I'm going off duty soon.

Oh, sure. Sure, sure, sure.

I seem to have left
my wallet at home.

Oh, well. I'll just sign...

I'm sorry, sir. No
credit allowed.

Hey, look. Now, I've
been coming in here

every night for the
last couple of weeks.

It's not up to me.

Management policy.

Well, you just tell
the management

that I won't put
up with this insult.

I have ample identification,

and my credit is good
in every establishment...

Whoa. Let's keep the peace.

If there's one
thing I'm allergic to,

it's the sight of blood.

Uh, allow me, sir.

Thank you, sir.

That's, uh... That's
very kind of you,

but it really wasn't necessary.

Oh, forget it.

A man leaves his wallet at home

and all of a sudden, no friends.

It's happened to me.

Luke Foster's the name.

Ed Baines.

Well, then one for the road, Ed?

Why not?

What, uh, line are you in?

Investments, promotion.

Oh, well, then we have
something in common.

I'm in finances too.

What kind?

Inheritances, estates.

We've made a lot
of money for people.

That right?

Come over and see us sometime.

We're in the Shea
Trust Building.

He's making a call.

Yeah.

Larry? It's Ed. Ed Baines.

I, uh... I-I need a favor.

Like what?

Five thousand till
the end of the month.

Forget it.

Look... Look,
I-I'll pay you back.

Same interest as before.

Three thousand, okay?

I said forget it.

They've made contact with him.

Fertility of the mind.

It's a rare commodity,
Mr. Baines.

You know, a man with ideas
as rich and varied as yours

should be putting
them into operation.

Three, four projects at a time

would not be excessive
for a man like you.

I told you. He's good.

But, of course, for that,

you would require
capital, wouldn't you?

Did John Paul Jones
need an ocean?

Oh, cheer up, Mr. Baines.

To quote a countryman of mine,

Hope springs eternal
In the human breast.

Man never is, But
always to be blessed.

In your case, almost
certainly to be blessed.

Oh, ho, ho.

Come, come.

Your relationship to Kevin
Baines is not unknown.

I think, as his
only living relative,

we can assume you will
be provided for in his will.

As you said, "Hope
springs eternal."

Oh, I... I see what you mean.

You mean eternal,
without end, distant.

Yes, sometimes our
fortunes do seem so far away.

Strange man, your uncle.

Eccentric.

Almost invisible.

How did he make his fortune?

Half a dozen companies
all over the world,

but you won't find his
name on any of them.

A curiously common
trait among the superrich,

this preference to
live in shadow worlds.

With Uncle Kevin, it's
no longer a preference.

His illness keeps
him in total seclusion.

Surely not from you.

I think he enjoys
putting down my ideas,

and... blowing cigar
smoke in my face.

What kind of cigars?

This kind.

Would you like one?

Mm. No, thank you.

Oh, I am running rather late.

Well, it's been very nice
meeting you, Mr. Baines.

My privilege.

Miss Daumler,

send a Teletype to all our
branch offices mainland.

Request full history
of Kevin Baines,

reputed millionaire,
and his nephew, Edgar.

Foster, continue surveillance
of the young Mr. Baines.

"Records on Kevin Baines
and Edgar fully researched.

"Detailed biographies to follow.

Project difficult as newspaper
coverage on subject is scant."

I think we had better check

with local sources
on Kevin Baines.

I don't know just how much
we've got, Professor Tomkins,

but you're welcome
to look it over.

Here we are,
researched after your call.

You're being very accommodating.

As a newspaperman, I like
to help out aspiring authors.

Thank you.

That's an interesting
idea you have for a book.

Think it will sell?

Millionaires of the world?

That's what we all
want to be, isn't it?

Yeah, Dave.

When?

How long?

What did he look like?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's one of
their board of directors.

Thank you.

Well, they've seen the items.

Let's hope they bought 'em.

McGARRETT: Yeah.

It's strange how
something tart like lemon

brings out the
sweetness of tropical fruit.

Yes.

Yet the sweetness
is there all the time,

just waiting to be released.

Rather like your
inheritance, Mr. Baines.

More hopes in the
human breast, Mr. Talbot?

Reality.

I happen to know you're
going to inherit $12 million.

Well, you know more than I do.

I don't doubt
that for an instant.

We have very reliable sources.

I guess this lunch
should be on me.

Oh, no.

Now, don't be rash, Mr. Baines.

After all, your money is
off in the future somewhere,

perhaps when you're
old and sick yourself.

I nearly forgot.

Well, cheer up, Mr. Baines.

After all, you do have a choice.

What choice?

Between golden
age and golden youth.

In short, Mr. Baines,

why wait till Uncle Kevin dies?

Now, if you'll please
sign there and there

and initial those
riders, please.

I... I don't know.
I just don't know.

Is something wrong?

Well, I guess I wonder if
I'm doing the right thing.

Well, think of it this way.

You are investing
something theoretical

for something very real.

Now, just one
final bit of business.

If you would sign there please.

"Application for
accident insurance."

Well, suppose something
should happen to you

before your uncle dies.

We could be out our
investment, couldn't we?

Thank you.

Very good, Mr. Baines.

Your check.

And may I wish you every
success in all your projects.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

All ready for event
number seven, Foster?

All ready, sir.

Tomorrow morning, 9:00.

You'll phone us when it's done.

We'll all rendezvous
at the airport.

We should be in Zurich
before an inquest can be made.

Our local attorneys will
pick up the inheritance for us.

You think of
everything, Mr. Talbot.

Details, Foster.

Details make the difference.

You'll notice it's after 5:00.

Too late for Edgar to
deposit that check today.

If tomorrow we discover

there's some sort of
entrapment involved,

which I doubt,

we can take care of
Edgar and the check.

With no witnesses
and no evidence,

I don't think there can be
much of a case, do you?

This arrived at the
beach house this morning.

"Dear Uncle Kevin:

"You'll be happy to know

"that I have followed
your long-standing advice

"and have applied for insurance,

"at the suggestion of
my newly found friends.

"Same amount as recent advance

"I have received
on my inheritance.

Your nephew, Edgar."

Sure.

This is how it's done.

If the will is changed,
if the heir is written out,

this is how they collect.

The heir has an accident,

and they get their money
back from insurance.

Now we know why
Jeremy Privit died.

Seems to me
Cutler's in danger too.

Yeah, they'll be
watching him closely

until the hit on
Uncle Kevin is made.

And if we stop them,
what happens to Cutler?

Foster to home office.

Event number
seven about to begin.

Everything ready on your end?

Quite ready.

I got a gas delivery. Who signs?

See the housekeeper.

Gas delivery.

Sign here please.

How come so early?

We usually get it
the first of the month.

Oh, the regular
man's on vacation.

I'm covering two routes.

Do I have to go around the back?

Make sure your feet's dry.

Hold it.

Come on, these things are heavy.

Okay.

Utility room,
through the kitchen.

But be very quiet.

There's a sick man in the house.

No problem, lady.

Let me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Somebody! Get me out!

Get me out of here!

McGARRETT: Foster.

You've been under
surveillance for a week.

We know every move
you've made, Foster:

the phony gas-delivery truck,

the time bomb rigged
inside the cylinder.

Now, you've got one chance
to get out before it blows.

There's a telephone next to you.

Pick it up.

Now, I'm gonna ask
you some questions.

And I want the
answers loud and clear.

First, state your
name and address.

Are you crazy or something?

It's gonna blow. Get...
Get me out of here.

McGARRETT: You're
wasting time, Foster, your time.

State your name and address.

Luke Foster, 2801A
Coconut Avenue.

McGARRETT: Blackerman, Kuan Loo,

Ambrose, Shibato
and the two Privits.

Did you rig their murders also?

Answer me, Foster.

Yes.

Yes.

I'm gonna ask you
one other question.

Did the orders for those murders

come from Talbot and
Reversions Incorporated?

And are you willing to
turn state's evidence?

Look, I... I... I can't
hear you, Foster.

Yes. I'll testify.

They gave me the orders.

Now get me out of here!

She's gonna blow any minute!

Get me out of here!

She's gonna blow!

Relax, Mr. Foster.

That bomb was
neutralized a long time ago.

Catch.

Not to worry,
gentlemen. I assure you,

every contingency
has been provided for.

If Mr. Foster has
become entrapped,

that can be neutralized
by one telephone call.

Get up near the window.

I said, get up near the window.

Hold it.

Gentlemen, I suggest
we wait no longer

for our field men to report.

Our files are packed.

Uh, the charter plane
is waiting at the airport.

I shall now phone for
the limousine to take us...

Hold it. Five-0.

Let's go.

Who sees with equal
eye, As God of all,

A hero perish,
Or a sparrow fall,

Atoms, or systems,
Into ruin hurl'd...

And now a bubble
burst, And now a world.

Book them.