Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 7, Episode 11 - Welcome to Our Branch Office - full transcript

( suspenseful theme playing)

LORD: This is Jack
Lord, inviting you

to be with us next for:

"Welcome to Our Branch Office."

How'd they get in?

Well, the skylight
in the hall was open.

They must've come down a rope.

Picked the lock to this office.

There's no sign
of forcible entry.

Real pros, huh? All the way.

(camera clicking)



(camera clicking)

All right, put that
up against the wall.

Any leads on the
Five-0 break-in?

I already gave
the story to Carter,

your new guy on the city desk.

McGarrett.

There's no Carter
working at the newspaper.

No Carter?

There's a man inside who says

that someone tried
to shake him down

for a hundred thousand dollars.

And that someone
is Hawaii Five-0.

LORD: Next, "Branch Office."

Be here. Aloha.



( upbeat surf theme playing)

Central, post one.

Iolani Palace all secure.

MAN (on radio): Ten-four.

What time you got, Bill?

BILL: Almost 5:00.

Be light in about an hour.

The longest hour.

( intriguing theme playing)

(rope hits ground)

(lock clicking)

( intriguing theme continues)

Central, post one.

Just got a flash from
inside the palace.

Could be from a loose bulb
somebody left on accidentally.

You know, this
happened last month.

MAN: Careful, Charlie.

We'll send a backup right away.

Ten-four.

( mysterious theme playing)

(rattles)

(doorknob rattling)

( intriguing theme playing)

(panting)

Uh, company's coming.

Catch.

Come on.

MAN 1: Give me the fuse.

How many sticks you got?

MAN 2: Four.

MAN 1: That should be enough.

More wire.

(indistinct speech)

Come out with your hands up.
One funny move, and I shoot.

MAN 1 (chuckling):
Hold that flashlight for me.

MAN 2: You sure four
sticks will be enough?

MAN 1: Did the job when
we blew that safe, huh?

This baby's gonna
make some kind of bang.

Hey, what's going on?

Who are you? Let's go.

No. One last detail.
CHARLIE: Hey, you out there.

Come on, let me out. Let me out!

MAN 1 (on recording
): Yeah, there we are.

How's that, hm?

Some firecracker.

Heh! Best in the
business. That's it.

Hey, let me out of here!

Can you hear me?

Hey, guys. Open the
door. Open up. Open up.

Let me out of here.

Hey, who are you?

MAN: What's that?
What do you got?

It's a list of police raids

to be carried out
in the next 72 hours.

(Charlie yelling)
Perfect. It's perfect.

CHARLIE: What's going on?

( intriguing theme playing)

Books, walls, documents.
Dust everything inside, Frank.

When did it happen,
Danno? Just before daylight.

Puzzle is we can't find
anything missing. No vandalism.

Tried to call you when
I first got here, Steve.

Your switchboard said
you were on the way.

How'd they get in?

Well, the skylight
in the hall was open.

They must have come down a
rope, picked the lock to this office.

But there's no sign
of forcible entry.

Real pros, huh? All the way.

The security man
came up to investigate,

and they tricked him
into a closet lockup.

What about the files?

Oh, no. They weren't open,

so they couldn't have been
after documents or records.

Run an inventory anyway, Danno.

Get the bomb squad over
here to do their numbers.

Right.

No, no. 5:00 when
I saw the light,

5:05 when I came in the office.

Get a look at them, Charlie?

Never got a look at them.

All I saw was a flash of light.

I thought it was
a loose light bulb.

You know how they flicker?

But when I saw the rope,
I knew they were here.

Did you hear their voices?

In a manner of speaking.

MAN 1 (on recording): Four.

MAN 2: That should be enough.

Now give me the detonator.

More wire.

Is three feet enough?

(turns off)

Never thought anything
like this would happen to me

after 20 years on the force.

Could've happened
to any one of us.

Any one of us.
It's embarrassing.

Document four: letter from
District Attorney John Manicote

dated August 11th. Subject...
This been dusted down?

Yes, Steve. Subject:
reissue of John Doe warrant

in connection with
King Street Jewelry theft.

Document number five:

letter from the budget
director, September 8th,

authorizing repair and
replacement of Five-0 vehicles.

Something?

Yeah. Something missing.
Top-secret report from BCI.

Police raids to be conducted
within the next 72 hours.

(dials phone)

This is McGarrett. Get me
Captain John Burns, please.

(laughs)

Stash, old friend. Trouble.

Uh-oh. Take five, will you?

What's the matter? No good, huh?

Too good. Too good?

Yeah, I'll probably
win an award,

and we'll blow the whole thing.

STASH: How about those? Ha, ha!

You look at these
pict... Look at the detail.

Gorgeous.

These are better than the ones
you took at the hospital in K.C.

Yeah. I'll start
operations tomorrow.

Uh, Stash, old
man, how about...?

What's wrong with today?

Today? Huh?

(chuckles)

Business before pleasure, huh?

( mysterious theme playing)

OFFICER: No problems.

Got about a dozen
high rollers in the bag.

Nobody was tipped.

DANNO: Thanks, Ernie.

Well, it just doesn't
make sense.

(camera clicks)

( intriguing theme playing)

(camera clicks)

(hammer banging)

( mysterious theme playing)

You.

All right, put that up
against the wall over there.

Globe goes between the
bookcase and the door.

Yeah, put that behind the desk.

That goes over here, Marco.

Pull that globe away
from the wall a little.

(buzzing)

Yeah, Jenny? JENNY:
Star-Bulletin, Steve.

A man named Carter, City Desk.

Okay, put him on. Go ahead, sir.

CARTER:
Mr. McGarrett. I'm Carter.

I'm new on the paper.
I don't think we've met.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Carter?

Well, I'm doing
a follow-up piece

on the Hawaii Five-0 break-in.

You got any new developments?

No, not yet. We're
still investigating.

Well, sir, could you please
give me a few details?

You see, I've
gotta get out a story

for this afternoon's
deadline and, um...

Well, what exactly
are you doing?

Okay, but I'm
going to make it fast.

For one thing, we're
checking all fingerprints

found on the premises.

So far, those we've
found belong to Five-0 staff

and other authorized personnel.

We found a couple
of unaccounted for,

but they could be dead ends.

Now, another thing we
do is check similar M.O.s

with our Bureau of
Criminal Investigation.

Again, so far,
no results. Sorry,

I have nothing else
for you, Mr. Carter.

Well, that helps a lot.

Thank you,
Mr. McGarrett. Anytime.

Thank you.

( intriguing theme playing)

(chuckles)

That's good, right. Oh,
Joe, put those over here.

There. The shield on top
and the other one right below.

Well, it's good,
but it's not right.

You know what I think it is?

Uh, it's the consonants. Hm?

Now listen.

McGARRETT (on recording):
Okay, but I'm going to make it fast.

For one thing, we're
checking all fingerprints

found on the premises.
So far, those we've found

belong to Five-0 staff and
other authorized personnel,

but they could be dead ends.

Now, another thing we do
is check similar M.O.s with...

(turns off)

Try again.

It's gonna be hard
to look like this guy.

No, no, no.

The nose is good.
Shave off the mustache,

Cut your hair real short,

curl it up real tight,
and we're home.

Got a wig here.

Huh?

Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, it's going to work.
You're gonna look just like him.

Now, that's closer. We'll
try one more time, okay?

Listen. Listen. Wait.

(takes deep breath)

That's it. Terrific.

Show Mary.

MAN: Beautiful.
That's beautiful.

McGARRETT: That's
Poheni's car. No question.

Mob rub out?

With a body inside, I
would strongly suspect it.

Take a look, Chin,
see if it's ventilated.

Right.

Five-0 at a dredging job?

What does that mean?

Is this a syndicate hit?

We'll have it verified

in a couple minutes
and let you know.

McGarrett.

Any leads on the
Five-0 break-in?

How many times
do I have to lay it out

for you guys at the
Bulletin? How do you mean?

I already gave
the story to Carter,

your new guy on the City Desk.

McGarrett.

We don't have any Carter
working at the newspaper.

No Carter?

( upbeat theme playing)

Stash, old buddy. How is it?

You know me. I hate
false modesty, right?

I've never been better.

I'll be the judge of that.

Oh.

Pretty good.

Mm.

Nice. Very nice. Mm-hm.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I like it.

Hm.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait
till you see what's coming up.

Hm.

Welcome to Hawaii Five-0.

(laughs)

Was I ever better? Never.

Huh? Never! I like it.

(both laughing)

I like it.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Sixth raid, Danno. Tell
Steve we caught ten in the net.

Thanks, Chin.

Sixth raid, no one
tipped in advance.

That settles it.

Whoever busted into this
office wasn't after the police list.

Then why the break-in?

(rapid gunfire)

What is it? What
happened? Shots from a car.

Someone tried to kill
me. Are they gone?

I think so. I'll
call the police.

(dialing)

(doorbell rings)

Who's there?

MAN: Danny Williams. Five-0.

Five-0?

Yeah. State police.

I need some identification.

Can we use the phone? Of course.

Ben, why don't you call Steve?
Tell him Mr. Walker's all right.

Ten-four.

(sighs)

Those men who tried to kill you,

we've been following
them for some time.

Why me?

Everything will be
explained to you

in due course, Mr. Walker.

Mrs. Walker, do you have
enough food in the house,

I mean, for three or four days?

We can manage.

I don't want you to go outside

till these men have
been apprehended.

No shopping, no
visiting, nothing.

There'll be a man
outside at all times.

All right.

Steve wants Mr. Walker
down at Five-0. Right away.

It's for your protection,
you understand.

Of course.

FAKE DANNO: Just
keep the doors locked.

Mrs. Walker, there's
nothing to worry about.

( intriguing theme playing)

(starts engine)

FAKE BEN: Danno,
car coming up behind.

Get down.

That was close.
You better stay down.

Ben, get on the horn to H.P.D.

Give them a description.
Plate numbers, the fugitive car.

Ten-four.

Central, an APB. Red code.

( dramatic theme playing)

It's okay. Quick.

Over there, Mr. Walker.

MAN: Come in.

Steve? Mr. Walker's here.

Is he all right?

Just a little shook
up, that's all.

FAKE McGARRETT: Take
care of it, would you, Danny?

Something pressing came up.

Sure, Steve.

In here, Mr. Walker.

Pull up a chair.

Herman Walker,
building contractor,

Seattle, Washington.

Seattle. Nice city.

Clean.

Honolulu is
different. Different?

A man like you comes
here to set up a business.

The underworld knows
about it before you've paid

your first-month's rent.

They have several
different approaches.

Take the shooting this morning.

They might have
intended to kill you,

cut off competition like that,

or it could have just been
a warning, a calling card.

In which case, you'll get
another visit from the boys.

Again, they have
several different options.

They can hit you
outright for a bundle,

or they can move
into your business

and declare themselves
50-percent partners

with the threat of mob violence
hanging over your head forever.

WALKER: There must
be a way to stop them.

FAKE DANNO:
There is, Mr. Walker.

( intriguing theme playing)

Mr. Travers, two gentlemen
to see you from Hawaii Five-0.

That's a police unit, isn't it?

Yes, sir. It's our state police.

Show them in.

Won't you come in, please?

Thank you.

Mr. Travers, Dan
Williams, Ben Kokua, Five-0.

I understand you've been in
the islands six, seven months.

That's right.

Has anything happened
since you've been here

that we should know about?

I mean, have you
made any enemies?

Well, not that I know of. A
few minor things, of course.

Let me put it
plainly, Mr. Travers.

Anyone who would
want to kill you?

Oh, no.

I ask you to search your
memory very carefully

because we have
information to that effect.

I... I don't know what to say.

Hold it.

Don't open that package.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Get away.

(explosion)

You'd better come with
us to Five-0 headquarters

and meet our boss
Steve McGarrett.

Maybe we can find
out who's behind this.

FAKE DANNO (on loudspeaker):
Shatner, don't turn the key. Don't move.

We're state police
officers. Hawaii Five-0.

We've been informed that your
car has been wired to explode.

Remain absolutely still

while our demolition
man comes to your car.

Repeat: remain absolutely still

as he tries to
neutralize the bomb.

Nod.

Please nod if you understand.

Do not move. Do not move.

( mysterious theme playing)

MAN: Yes, I'm prepared
to go all the way.

Affidavits, grand
jury and trial.

My story is true,
and I'll stick to it.

I'm not suggesting
you shouldn't,

but the charge is a serious one.

I just want you to be very sure.

Mr. Manicote, I'm not
a babe in the woods.

I've been a building
contractor for many years.

And I've done my share
of paying off, but never,

never anything like this.

(intercom buzzes)

Yes?

I'll be right out.

Wait here, please.

Steve.

Something, uh, wild
has just come up.

I want you to know in
front that I don't believe it,

but neither can I explain it.

Wild? In what way?

There's a man inside,
sober and apparently sane,

who says that someone tried
to shake him down for $100,000,

and that someone
is Hawaii Five-0.

( dramatic theme playing)

He's here, Mr. Walker.

Are you ready to confront him?

Yes, if you think
it's necessary.

I'm afraid it is.

A charge as serious as this one
must be backed up in every way.

All right, but only if you
guarantee me protection.

I don't trust these people.

Protection guaranteed.

Steve?

That's him.

He's the head of the operation.

When did you see him last?

September 12th, in his office.

He was talking to an
aide, an oriental man.

Then another
assistant called Williams

took me into a smaller room.

That's when he tried
to shake me down.

Mr. Walker, you were not in
my office September the 12th.

Not then, not ever.

Now, I have a sworn
statement from my secretary

and certified copies of all
appointment books and journals

that verify that fact.

Well, let me describe the place

where you verified
that I've never been.

You go from an outer
corridor to a large work space

or an outer office lined
on the side with cubicles.

At the end of the outer office,
there's a receptionist desk

where your secretary sits,

right next to the
door to your office.

She was away from the desk,
but there was a nameplate on it.

Jenny Sherman.

And when Williams opened
the door to your office,

I looked inside for
just a few seconds.

But I'm a builder.

I remember details.

A French door down to the
floor opening onto a lanai,

and all the woodwork
finished in mahogany.

A barometer hanging on a
green wall just behind your desk.

Very well. You've
described my office,

but that doesn't prove anything.

Anyone could have given
you that detailed description.

Or shown you a picture.
You're calling me a liar.

I'm saying that your
statement contradicts facts

and compromises me.

(intercom buzzes)

Yes?

All right. Danny's here.

Come in, gentlemen,
please. Just line up over there.

All right, Mr. Walker,
which one?

It's him.

All right, Danno, you stay.
Thank you, gentlemen.

Just one more thing.

Are you saying that you
actually gave this man money?

You know damn well I
didn't. How would I know?

Because I refused to
follow his instructions.

What instructions?

To withdraw $100,000 in cash

and to wait for a visit.

And this is the man
who gave them to you?

Yes. ( dramatic theme playing)

(rings buzzer)

Well, Shatner, you
been to the bank?

Let me tell you guys something.

I got clubs in Miami, Chicago
and Vegas, and I pay my dues.

Christmas list that
would blow your mind.

But no squawks from me because
I know wheels gotta be greased.

But this? This is no greasing.

This is putting a
gun to my head,

and I don't like it.

To repeat, have you
been to the bank?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've been there.

Let's have it.

Have this. Now get over there.

Hold it, Shatner. Freeze.

What are you...?

( dramatic theme playing)

This is just an
examination, Mr. Walker.

Will you close your eyes?

Please answer yes
to every question.

Is your name Herman Walker? Yes.

Are you a building contractor?

Yes.

Do you now reside
in Sydney, Australia?

Yes.

Steve, we got a
missing-persons report.

Might tie into the Walker case.

Al Shatner, 41, male
Caucasian, 6'4", 220.

Nightclub owner.

Arrived Honolulu four
months ago from Las Vegas.

How does that tie in?

He disappeared
yesterday afternoon.

But he'd gone to his bank
and presented a withdrawal slip

for $100,000.

Then he changed his mind,
tore up the slip, left the bank.

Teller says he
was nervous, angry.

A hundred grand, like Walker.

Yeah, except that we
know that Walker was lying.

But why? I've checked
Walker out 40 different ways.

He's a respectable businessman.

No ties, no debts
to the underworld,

no reason to get Five-0.

Al Shatner, Walker, $100,000.

Could be some tie-in someplace.

(phone rings)

McGarrett.

Yeah, John.

What?

Okay, John, thank you.

Walker passed
his polygraph test.

The machine said
he wasn't lying.

But he had to be, Steve.

We know he wasn't here.

If he wasn't here,

and the polygraph
says he wasn't lying,

then somebody made
him believe he was here.

Who could make him
believe a thing like that?

I don't know, but I'd
sure like to find out.

Would have to be the
world's-greatest con man.

Gentlemen, do come in.

Well, gentlemen, our work
here must come to an end.

Huh? What hap...?
Is something wrong?

Oh, no, no, nothing
wrong. Oh, no.

We could stay here
for quite a while,

but as the wise men say,

we must not become
victims of greed.

However, I'm happy to say
that our little venture here

has proved highly profitable.

All of you will leave this
room considerably richer.

$250,000 to be split among you.

Uh. Oh, please.

My thanks to you, to all
of you, for a job well done.

And here are your
tickets for the mainland,

first class as per
our agreement.

My partner and I are leaving
at 2:00 on the Mariposa

to consider our next venture.

So I'll say goodbye
and a happy journey.

Thanks, Bowman.
We'll see you, Bowman.

BOWMAN: Oh. One last detail.

Uh. Huh.

A little favor.

Picture?

Well, I'd like to remember
my greatest achievement.

BOWMAN: All right, that's it.

Now group together
a little closer.

Ready?

How about a smile?

Bigger.

(camera clicks)

( ominous theme playing)

I'd like you to look at
these files, Mr. Walker.

What are they?

It's a summary of Five-0's
record over the past 12 years.

Arrests, convictions, major
criminals put out of business.

Not interested.

That department will stand

or fall under your accusation.

I told you the truth.

And I've accepted your story.

But I'm completely sure

that the men of Five-0
are totally honest,

which is why I would
like your cooperation

in one additional
test of confirmation.

What kind of test?

We would like to retrace
exactly where you were taken

on the day in question.

I agree on one
condition. What's that?

That McGarrett has
nothing to do with this.

I don't want him
anywhere near me.

Agreed.

MANICOTE: Mr. Walker,
it's September 12th.

You're in a car
with a couple of men

who claim to be state police

taking you to
their headquarters.

But then you're shot at

from a passing car and
forced to the floor, hm?

Yeah. So?

I want to duplicate
the situation.

I'm going to ask you to keep
your eyes closed from now on

and just answer our questions.

All right.

Let's go.

( action theme playing)

WALKER (on radio): We went
in this direction for several blocks.

And it was about here
that I heard a scream.

Something screaming, not human.

Honolulu Zoo.

WALKER: Now, it was somewhere
in this area that they shot at us.

I heard bells.

Like music. Music?

Kauaihao Church.

MANICOTE: We're still
on the right route. Good.

What else?

Slow down, slow down.

We made a right turn.

And we came to a building.

What kind of building?

Big, old-fashioned,
with a sign in front of it.

MANICOTE: What sort of sign?

WALKER: Headquarters,
Hawaii Five-0.

We stopped along here.

Hold it.

Let's have a look.
I'll stay with Walker.

( ominous theme playing)

The duty roster, I
put that there myself.

(rustling)

Hm.

Can you believe it?

It's incredible.

Look at that.

Hm.

Can you believe it?

Even a digital clock.

This one works.

McGARRETT (on recording): Okay, but
I'm going to make it fast. For one thing,

we're checking all fingerprints
found on the premises.

So far, those we found
belong to Five-0 staff

and other authorized personnel.

We found a couple
of unaccounted for,

but they could be dead ends.

Hm.

Fifty-thousand minimum.
Had to cost that much.

And why not?

If you're a crook,
why not spend 50,000

to make five times that
amount, maybe more?

Look at this.

"United States Naval
Academy, Stephen McGarrett."

What do you do?
You pick your mark.

Businessmen, newly arrived,
plenty of cash on hand.

Couldn't do that
with old-timers.

They'd know what we look like.

They made it work.

They must have hired actors,

shakedown artists
to play our parts.

One thing for sure,
they left in a hurry.

And we don't know
who to look for.

Danno, get down to BCI.

Hunt for a... For a con
man's M.O. just like this.

See what the
computer comes up with.

Right.

Ben, Chin.

Get on the horn to H.P.D.,
harbor police, airport police.

I want an APB on four men.

Four men who look like us.

All right, let's make the split.

Bowman.

(machinery whirring)

"Disguises.

"Disguises.

Voice impersonations."

Here's one.

Man built a phony
hospital wing in St. Louis.

Beds, nurses, everything,

to make an old man
think he was dying,

fleece him out of his savings.

Sounds like it could be
our man. What's his name?

Got about a dozen. The main
one is Bowman, Jeffrey Bowman.

( intriguing theme playing)

(starts engine)

One last detail,
Stash, old buddy.

What?

Well, while our buddies
are waiting for us

to settle up over
there at the dock,

we, of course, will be
on our way to California.

I got a reservation on Flight
194, United to California.

I think we'd better
confirm that, huh?

Yeah. Play it safe, huh?

Stash, old buddy,
will you do the honor?

Yeah. Have you got a dime?
Oh, we got lots of dimes.

(chuckles)

Hey, uh, that man in there,
he's a very vicious criminal.

We're state police, Five-0.

You keep him in there
till we get the police, okay?

Yes, sir.

You watch him. He's dangerous.

Aloha!

Operator, get me
McGarrett at Hawaii Five-0.

( action theme playing)

(brakes screech)

You're lucky, Bowman.

We got you away from
there before the cops came.

You're okay. You got a
few superficial scratches

and a bump on the
head. You got off easy.

Where's the money? Huh?

Where's the money?!

Look, you get one
answer. One. If it's not right,

we're going to go to work
on you. Where's the money?

The money was in my bag,
the suitcase I was carrying.

We got that.
Two-hundred-and-fifty grand.

Where's the rest?
There is no rest.

Where's the rest?
There is no rest!

I don't think you get the
picture. Where's the rest?

That is it. You know
it. It was 250 thou.

That was just to be our split.

Which means there is
more somewhere else.

Now, where is it?

There's 50,000. Huh?

We took 50,000 from
Hess, the wholesale baker.

You guys rigged an
explosion in his oven, right?

There was a hundred from
the factory man, Travers.

And there was a hundred
from Rodman, the plastics guy.

That was it. What
does that add up to?

Now you tell me, what
does that add up to?

Extortion.

Kidnapping.

Conspiracy.

It adds up to 30 years to life.

That's what it adds up to.

Nick, bring them in.

(handcuffs clinking)

Book them all.

Bowman, you will be reunited
with another of your friends

in a moment.

A fellow we found in a
phone booth after he called us.

He's very anxious to see you.

Look, uh, McGarrett,

I don't suppose
you'd want to discuss

some sort of deal?

No way.

Book me.

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