Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 7, Episode 20 - And the Horse Jumped Over the Moon - full transcript
A skydiver and a private pilot team up to retrieve heroin shipments from the ocean and then airdrop them onto Oahu, in order to evade a recent tightening against drug smuggling into Hawaii. McGarrett and Five-O learn that there is something afoot when an addict who knows of their plan is gunned down in a telephone booth as he tries to warn Five-O.
( suspenseful theme playing)
LORD: This is Jack
Lord inviting you
to be with us next for:
No!
"And the Horse
Jumped Over the Moon."
Skydiver who just
made a heroin jump.
That's how Ross got
the dope off the plane.
Yeah, I think we've got it.
DANNO: Too late.
The caper's over, finished.
We're dealing with a big
organization. A careful one.
Do you think that they'd go
to all this trouble
and preparation
just to stage a one-shot
caper? I don't think so.
Whoever they are,
I think they're after a
permanent connection.
Which means they're
going to try again.
And when they do, we're gonna
go after them again and again
and again until we nail them.
LORD: Next, "Horse."
Be here. Aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(boat motor chugging)
(horns honking)
(plane engine buzzing)
(grunts)
(horns honking)
(grunts)
Jerry. Jerry.
(horns honking)
(tires screech)
Jerry. Jerry.
I... I need a fix.
I need it bad.
Look, man, I'd like to help you,
but Five-0 has got
the lid on the town.
I can't get anything.
I'll get you the bread.
I'll get it for you later.
I promise... I can't
get you a fix, man.
I can't even get one for myself.
So take it easy, okay?
( rings)
WOMAN (on phone
): Hawaii Five-0.
Let me talk to McGarrett.
Who's calling, please?
Cut the stallin'.
This... This is important.
Get me the man.
JENNY: We got a
weird one, Steve.
He sounds scared
or sick or something.
We'll see what it's all
about. What line is he on?
He's on two.
McGarrett.
(panting)
I've just gone
into the information
business, McGarrett.
You buying?
Well, it depends on
who's selling and what it is.
You... You might call it...
(inhales sharply)
No!
( man screaming) ( gunshots)
Jenny, get a trace on that line.
This is Five-0. Give
me the tracing operator.
(sirens wailing)
(siren wailing)
(wind whipping)
(siren wailing)
Great.
Great!
(grunts)
Terrific.
(siren wailing)
(tires screech)
He just turned it over.
Came off like clockwork.
Can't miss.
Good. We'll get back to you.
Operator, I want to make
a person-to-person call
to Detroit.
To a Mr. Rick Corso.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Any ID? None.
As soon as they get
him to the morgue,
have Doc roll prints right away
and check them
with NCIC and H.P.D.
Right.
What have we got, Frank?
So far, just a John Doe
with three slugs in him.
Three-five-seven magnum
load from the looks of it.
Any witnesses?
None with anything solid.
H.P.D. is working the street
and the buildings around here.
Whatever he was selling,
it must have been big.
( mysterious theme playing)
What's the matter?
Something wrong?
Mark.
What about him?
He's dead.
Hollander had him burned.
Hollander? Why?
He got a tip that Mark was
going to sell us to Five-0.
(chuckles)
Mark? That's crazy.
Why would he...?
Because he needed a fix
and the lid is on in
case you didn't notice.
He couldn't buy a nickel
bag on this whole island.
(sighs)
He was sick, man.
Out of his head.
Said he was gonna go to the cops
if that was the only
way that he could score.
You... tipped Hollander.
Yes.
(sighs)
Oh...
Well, now, what the hell
was I supposed to do?
Just let him go
blabbing off to the cops?
She's right, you know.
The guy was a basket case.
He was a friend.
Your friend, not mine.
Look, he helped both of us
when we landed here flat broke.
He took us to Bernie.
Maybe that didn't mean
anything to you, but it did to me.
How much did it mean to you?
A half a million dollars?
(sighs): Oh, come on, Kevin.
Bernie's right, you know.
He was a basket case.
He was already dead.
He was just sleepwalking.
LAURIE: Baby, we're alive,
and we're gonna
start to live now.
Listen to her, kid.
Okay.
Okay.
Well, now that's better.
Did Hollander have
anything else to say?
Yeah.
He bought us?
Yeah. Man's coming from
the mainland to make the buy.
When?
Take about a week to set it up.
But now, look, both of you. If
there are any more problems,
I'll handle them,
you understand?
I deal with Hollander and
his friend from the mainland.
I know what they want.
I know what I want.
And I know what I don't want.
I don't want to
end up like Mark.
Less than a buck
in cash and no ID.
Our friend didn't exactly
go out in style, did he?
Room 29-B.
The name of the
hotel has worn off.
NCIC came through.
We got a make.
Victim's prints match
those in the service record
of a Mark Traynor.
What's the record like?
Not the kind you get medals for.
He was in the Air Force.
Served as a mechanic.
Undesirable discharge. Hm.
Doc?
It's all in there. Needle tracks
along both arms and legs.
Veins in the left arm
completely blown.
Heroin, huh?
Figures.
His system was
almost clean, though.
Probably started withdrawal.
If Traynor was
hurting for a fix,
probably hoped to get
the price of one from us.
Word on the street is
that all junkies are hurting
since the DEA, Customs,
Coast Guard, and Treasury
been sticking fingers
in every hole in the dike.
Yeah. They really
slammed the door shut.
Nothing. Coke, hash,
horse. Nothing's getting in.
McGARRETT: About time.
What was Traynor's record
like after the Air Force?
Blank. An address on the
mainland long out of date.
So our only link to what he
was into here is his key, huh?
CHE: The hotel name is
usually etched into these old tags.
This acid should follow
whatever's left
of the old lines,
recutting them.
That should do it.
The ink will cover
the flat surfaces.
It won't stay within the lines.
We have a "W," "I,"
a "K," a "P," an
"A," and an "M."
I'm sorry, Steve.
That's all we've got.
Well, that's great,
Che. That's great.
That's enough. We'll take
it from here. Thank you.
(tires screech)
(engine roaring)
( mysterious theme playing)
(starts engine)
(brakes screech)
Good to see you, Rick.
Glad you could make it so quick.
I hope it's worth it.
Wait till you see.
We'll deliver more stuff
than you can handle.
Now, look here.
Now, the Star of Ceylon
is out of Hong Kong.
It should be here, 50 miles
west of Oahu, on the 18th.
And then?
A deckhand will
dump a plastic drum.
A coded radio message
will give us the exact time.
Then Bernie Ross takes off.
Now, he'll arrive over the drum
when the Star of
Ceylon is out of sight.
What do you think?
I think there's got
to be a simpler way.
Rick, I'm telling
you, there isn't.
Not the way the feds,
Five-0, and the Coast Guard
have got these
islands wrapped up.
Believe me, the
lid's on airtight.
This will work,
Rick. We tested it.
Tested it.
This Bernie Ross came up to
you with this bright idea, right?
Right.
And then he and his buddy went
out and picked up an empty drum.
Okay, great. But the next
time they put on their act,
they're going to know that
there's 12 kilos of merchandise
in the drum.
Merchandise with a
street value of 7 million.
And I got to ask myself, is
that what they're counting on?
Rick, don't you think I asked
myself that same question?
Okay. You asked
the same question.
And what was your answer?
First, test Ross' and
his buddies' plan.
And then?
Test Ross and his buddy.
( tense theme playing)
What do you think, Frank?
I think bingo.
MAN: Guess it won't
hurt to let you see it.
There's nothing much in there.
(lock turns)
What's up?
What's going on?
Have a look for yourself.
(exhales deeply)
Bernie?
Bernie, listen. We got trouble.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Mr. Ross? Yeah?
Williams. Hawaii Five-0.
We'd like to talk to you.
Five-0. Sure. What about?
Mark Traynor.
DANNO: The desk
clerk at the Waikiki Palms
remembers cashing
some paychecks for him.
He said they were made out
by Ross Inter-Island Air Cargo.
Oh, no, don't tell me
the checks bounced?
No, it's nothing like that.
He did work for you?
(chuckles)
Well, I don't know if
you would say worked.
What can you tell us about him?
(exhales heavily): Not
much. Kid showed up.
Said he was a
mechanic. Worked cheap.
I watched him. I
was satisfied, at first.
At first?
Well, half the time
he didn't show up.
And the other half he was
spaced out. You know?
You knew he was a junkie,
but you let him
work on your plane?
Well, look around you.
This isn't exactly Honolulu
International, right?
I run a one-man outfit.
Once in a while, I
need an extra hand.
And Mark's a damn good mechanic
when he's got his
head on straight.
Could you give us the
names of some of his friends?
No.
How about enemies? Enemies?
Yeah.
Hey, now, what's this about?
Something happen to Traynor?
Somebody killed him.
(whistles)
if you think of anything
that would help us,
let me know, huh?
DANNO: Traynor was on
the islands for about a year
going from bad to worse.
That still doesn't
help us, Danno.
What did Traynor
know? FRANK: Steve?
The book on
Bernie Ross. Read it.
Arrested, Chicago, 10 years ago.
Suspicion of smuggling
gold. No conviction.
Arrested nine years ago,
suspicion of gunrunning.
Case dismissed,
lack of evidence.
Arrested six years
ago, San Francisco.
Suspicion of involvement
in opium trade. Hung jury.
Pretty smart operator, huh?
Lots of arrests, no convictions.
A do-anything-for-a-buck
smuggler.
Okay. Couple him with the fact
that Mark Traynor had
some information for sale
and what do you get?
We've been hearing rumors
about a big shipment of horse
ever since we jammed the stopper
into the local supply of smack.
Junkies have been praying
for what they call a snowfall.
Looks like maybe somebody's
trying to answer those prayers.
Not somebody, Danno.
Bernie...
Ross.
( dramatic theme playing)
Can I help you?
That man who just came in here,
what room did he go to?
All I can tell you is that he
went up to the second floor.
Got someone up there
he visits all the time.
( mysterious theme playing)
Come on, Bernie, no. Why not?
Kevin. I don't know when
he's gonna be back here.
(sighs)
Bernie, how much longer
do I have to put up with him?
It's only a few more
days till the drop.
Then we won't need him.
Why don't we go
back to your place, hm?
He wouldn't think of
looking for me there.
(starts engine)
I need a name for that girl.
You got one?
MAN: Wait here.
( dramatic theme playing)
DANNO: Laurie Benedict,
age 21, born St. Louis.
Runaway, age 14.
Runaway again, age 16.
This time her father
wouldn't take her back.
She was placed in a state home.
The file on her can't be just
for running away from home.
No. She served time in a
Missouri correctional institute
for using a stolen credit card.
She's also on probation
in the state of Indiana
for a similar crime.
She broke it six months
ago, disappeared.
And turned up right across
the hall from a dead stoolie.
And that stoolie
worked for Bernie Ross.
(intercom buzzes)
Yes, Jenny?
Overseas?
Okay. Put him on.
Inspector Horbrecht.
No, operator. Put him on.
Yeah, Paul?
Yeah, pretty good. How are you?
Oh, beautiful, 82 degrees,
sunshine, as usual.
How deep is the snow there?
(chuckles)
Yeah. You got something for us?
(writing)
Yeah. Trans Oceanic.
Right.
Yes, I know the
seminar's in August, Paul,
but that's a pretty heavy
tourist season for us.
If... If I can make
it, we'll have dinner.
Thank you. Regards to Michelle.
Yeah. Aloha.
Check Treasury and
the harbor master on this.
I called Horbrecht,
the possibility of someone
taking another run at us
with a shipment of heroin.
What's he got?
He suggests we keep all ships
of Trans Oceanic
lines under surveillance.
Word is that one of them
is inbound from Hong Kong
with several million dollars
worth of heroin aboard.
First ship we busted in the
crackdown was one of theirs.
Washington's got
a dossier this thick
on Trans Oceanic's probable
syndicate connections.
Why weren't the ships
searched before they sailed?
Oh, it's easy. If there's
a new connection,
Interpol wants to know
where the line ends.
Steve, first Trans
Oceanic ship due here
is the Star of
Macao in three days.
Star of Macao. That figures.
Macao is just across
from Hong Kong.
Okay, gentlemen.
That's our starting point.
But, Steve, it doesn't figure.
They know we're onto them now.
What can they hope to gain
by sending another ship?
I don't know, unless
that's where Ross fits in.
Jenny, get me the FAA
Traffic Control Center,
Mr. Bob, uh, Royer, R-O-Y-E-R.
( tense theme playing)
The drop's been made, Ross.
The Star of Macao.
Latitude 21 degrees, 15 minutes,
longitude 162
degrees, 20 minutes.
Let's go.
( ominous theme playing)
Oh, good luck, baby.
Goodbye.
( dramatic theme playing)
Central, Chin Ho. Patch
me through to McGarrett.
(buzzing)
McGarrett. Steve.
Yeah, Chin?
Ross has finished
loading. He's alone.
(starts engine)
He's taking off, Steve.
Okay, stay at the
airport. Keep out of sight.
( heroic theme playing)
Hey, Kevin, you all right?
Yeah.
From now on, I
travel first-class.
After today, you'll be able to.
( dramatic theme playing)
MAN: Bird's holding steady.
Headed west
northwest toward Kauai.
According to the man
who loaded his plane,
he's delivering
general cargo to Kauai.
You think that's phony?
I think that unless we've
read this completely wrong,
Ross is going to
deliver a lot more, huh?
Back in your cage, ace.
Lihue Tower, this is
Cessna November,
two-niner-one-six-two,
beginning approach.
No change in course.
He should be coming into
Lihue Airport right about now.
He's landing. A milk run.
So far your man's followed
the flight plan he filed
to the letter, Steve.
Still think he's
got a rendezvous
with the Star of Macao?
I wouldn't waste
our time if we didn't.
This is the morning the
ship is in perfect range.
This is the morning
Ross picks to go out.
Could be a coincidence.
Yeah, it could be.
But I say there's
got to be a reason.
The ship docks this afternoon.
If there's any heroin
aboard, it's got to be off
before Immigration
and Customs go aboard.
MAN: Lihue Tower sending
our bird on its way again, sir.
I'm getting it now.
He's headed back for
Oahu. Same way he came.
Well, we'll see if it's the
same way, Bob. We'll see.
Where is he now?
MAN 2: Latitude 21 degrees.
Fourteen... Make
that 15 minutes.
McGARRETT: Twenty-one
degrees, 15 minutes.
Twenty-one degrees, 15 minutes.
Got it.
MAN 2: Longitude one-five-eight
degrees, 40 minutes.
McGARRETT: Thirty, 40
minutes. One-five-eight degrees.
Huh.
It's almost dead in the
wake of the Star of Macao.
He's gone too low.
Bird's back.
Yeah, it's a pickup.
It's got to be a pickup.
Now, let's see where
the delivery will be made.
Okay. Give me a jump run.
Now he's off-course.
Too far east.
Nowhere, nowhere along that
stretch of coast could he land.
Nowhere.
Danno, get out
to Dillingham Field
and give Chin a hand.
Search Ross and
search that plane.
The junk must still be aboard.
Whoo!
All right!
(giggles)
A quarter of a
million bucks! Ha, ha.
I'm really gonna show 'em.
I'm gonna show 'em all!
(Laurie and Kevin laughing)
The seal's still unbroken.
They delivered intact.
Central, patch me
through to McGarrett.
Yeah, Danno?
Steve, it's not here.
Not there?
( ominous theme playing)
( heroic theme playing)
Thought we had Ross,
I thought we had him.
I saw the bleep on the radar,
I saw him
practically pick it up.
DANNO: The only thing unusual
at all was this grappling hook.
Ross have any reason
for it being aboard?
Said he uses it
for salvage jobs.
He used it to salvage
heroin. He's involved, Danno.
The Star of Macao
dropped something,
and he picked it up.
Yeah, but what then?
We've gone over
everybody's complete file.
Traynor, Ross, the girl.
Did the probation report
on the girl come in?
Yes, right there.
She still seems to be the
least important of the three.
Maybe so, Danno, maybe so.
But maybe that's where
we're making our mistake.
Laurie Benedict.
Laurie Benedict.
Wait a minute.
Chin, where are the copies
of the Waikiki Palms register
that you made? I'll get 'em.
This might just be a
straw, but according to this,
the Benedict girl hung
around a small airfield
in Indiana dating a man named
Caulder during her probation.
Now, after she disappeared,
the probation officer
tried to contact Caulder.
And he was gone too?
Yeah, he was gone too.
Here's the page with
the girl's signature.
Room 28-B.
Yeah. And here's
what we're after.
"Kevin Caulder, 26-B."
The guy she was dating.
Gee, that's an interesting
coincidence, isn't it?
Oh, here's another one.
The only telephone number
the probation officer
had for Caulder
was the home number of a
pilot who booked Caulder...
as a skydiver for
a local air show.
Skydiver who just
made a heroin jump.
That's how Ross got
the dope off the plane.
Yeah, I think we've got it.
But Steve, it's too late.
Caper is over, finished.
Is it, Danno? Is it?
Look...
we're dealing with
a big organization.
A careful one.
Do you think that they
would go to all this trouble,
preparation, just to
stage a one-shot caper?
I don't think so.
Whoever they are,
I think they're after a
permanent connection,
which means they're
going to try again.
And when they do, we're
going to go after them
again and again...
(banging desk)
and again until we nail them.
KEVIN: The bread, man. You're
supposed to show up with the bread.
ROSS: All they sent us was this.
Well, what is it?
Open it.
Well, it's just powdered sugar.
Sugar?
They were testing us.
Testing me?
What did Hollander
say? Just what I told you.
He and his buyer from
Detroit wanted to make sure
we wouldn't grab the
stuff and fly the wrong way.
Double-cross them.
Then this whole thing
was a dry run. Aw!
Now, take it easy. Take it easy.
They trust us. They're
ready for us to do it again.
No more tricks.
When?
A few days. No.
Now, what's that
supposed to mean?
We signed up for one jump.
All we had to prove it
worked and take our money.
So?
So I don't audition for nobody.
(Laurie sighs)
I want out.
(slams door) Hey, hey, just...
Just leave him alone.
He's just having
an attack of ego.
He'll get over it. You sure?
I'll make sure.
I want to talk to you.
What about?
About what happens
next time Hollander calls.
(buzzing)
Yeah, Chin?
The Benedict girl
just got aboard, Steve.
Looks like she's going along.
What does Ross'
cargo look like this time?
CHIN HO: About
the same as before.
Boxes of foodstuff
by the size of it.
Stacked high, right?
High enough for a man the
size of Caulder to hide behind?
Right.
They're taking off. Want
me to come back in?
No, no, Chin. You stay there.
This guy Ross is too cute.
I don't want to leave
any bases uncovered.
Ten-four.
Frank, cover the
Trans Oceanic office.
What about the girl?
She has the same date
with the Star of Ceylon I have.
Jenny, order me
a chopper, please.
(brakes screech)
Laurie? Hey, what
are you doin' here?
Well, I just thought
I'd watch our star shine
from a different angle today.
That's not the plan.
The plan's changed.
( dramatic theme playing)
He's right on target.
For Kauai?
Wait a minute, he's circling.
Circling?
No, man, no. No good.
Why not? All we do is
pick up the stuff and split.
Yeah, and spend the
rest of our lives on the run.
Now, Laurie and me,
we got it all mapped out.
Now, we snag the stuff,
put into Honolulu International,
catch a jet to the mainland
before Hollander and
Corso know what hit 'em.
Those dudes are rough.
I mean, it's like
killing ourselves.
(grunts) Hey, Kevin,
with $7 million,
if we need
protection, we'll buy it.
What is this? "Side
with Bernie" day?
(groans)
More than that. It's her idea.
I've been waiting
for this all my life, kid.
All my life.
Now, get the hook.
Kevin.
Good boy.
Still circling.
Right over the Star
of Ceylon's wake.
Yeah.
Central, this is McGarrett.
Patch me through
to Frank Kamana.
Hold it, Steve.
(starts engine)
FRANK: Corso from
Detroit is with him.
Here we go, Steve.
McGARRETT: Frank,
tail them. Don't lose 'em.
(starts engine)
This time when
Caulder makes his jump,
we can tell his drop zone.
That's if Ross
ever stops circling.
MAN: He's descending.
Looks like he's
coming back to Oahu.
Yeah, but not on the same
course he took last time.
Which way is he headed?
Not to Dillingham,
that's for sure.
Changing course.
Heading southeast.
Honolulu International?
Looks like it.
I've got a chopper outside.
ROSS: Honolulu Tower,
this is Cessna November
two-niner-one-six-two, over.
Bernie, taste it.
Ooh. (laughs)
Quick, Bernie, what's 7
million divided by three?
Why didn't you ask me?
She didn't even
know you could add.
(laughs) Bernie.
I think the smart guy's
finally caught on, huh?
All you cared about was this!
Don't!
( dramatic theme playing)
(grunts)
McGarrett to Central.
McGarrett to Central.
Give me a patch
to Danny Williams
at Five-0 headquarters.
(buzzes)
Williams.
Ross and his Cessna 206
appears to be headed for
Honolulu International Airport.
Get some H.P.D. backup
and get out there on the double.
Search and impound that plane.
(brakes screech)
(grunts)
Where's the goods?
Where's the goods?
McGarrett to Kamana.
McGarrett to Kamana.
FRANK: Kamana.
The goods is in my possession.
I've got the evidence, Frank.
Send somebody to pick it up.
Then move in on Hollander
and Corso. Repeat.
Move in on Hollander
and Corso. Book them.
( dramatic theme playing)
Let's go, pal.
You're under arrest.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
LORD: This is Jack
Lord inviting you
to be with us next for:
No!
"And the Horse
Jumped Over the Moon."
Skydiver who just
made a heroin jump.
That's how Ross got
the dope off the plane.
Yeah, I think we've got it.
DANNO: Too late.
The caper's over, finished.
We're dealing with a big
organization. A careful one.
Do you think that they'd go
to all this trouble
and preparation
just to stage a one-shot
caper? I don't think so.
Whoever they are,
I think they're after a
permanent connection.
Which means they're
going to try again.
And when they do, we're gonna
go after them again and again
and again until we nail them.
LORD: Next, "Horse."
Be here. Aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(boat motor chugging)
(horns honking)
(plane engine buzzing)
(grunts)
(horns honking)
(grunts)
Jerry. Jerry.
(horns honking)
(tires screech)
Jerry. Jerry.
I... I need a fix.
I need it bad.
Look, man, I'd like to help you,
but Five-0 has got
the lid on the town.
I can't get anything.
I'll get you the bread.
I'll get it for you later.
I promise... I can't
get you a fix, man.
I can't even get one for myself.
So take it easy, okay?
( rings)
WOMAN (on phone
): Hawaii Five-0.
Let me talk to McGarrett.
Who's calling, please?
Cut the stallin'.
This... This is important.
Get me the man.
JENNY: We got a
weird one, Steve.
He sounds scared
or sick or something.
We'll see what it's all
about. What line is he on?
He's on two.
McGarrett.
(panting)
I've just gone
into the information
business, McGarrett.
You buying?
Well, it depends on
who's selling and what it is.
You... You might call it...
(inhales sharply)
No!
( man screaming) ( gunshots)
Jenny, get a trace on that line.
This is Five-0. Give
me the tracing operator.
(sirens wailing)
(siren wailing)
(wind whipping)
(siren wailing)
Great.
Great!
(grunts)
Terrific.
(siren wailing)
(tires screech)
He just turned it over.
Came off like clockwork.
Can't miss.
Good. We'll get back to you.
Operator, I want to make
a person-to-person call
to Detroit.
To a Mr. Rick Corso.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Any ID? None.
As soon as they get
him to the morgue,
have Doc roll prints right away
and check them
with NCIC and H.P.D.
Right.
What have we got, Frank?
So far, just a John Doe
with three slugs in him.
Three-five-seven magnum
load from the looks of it.
Any witnesses?
None with anything solid.
H.P.D. is working the street
and the buildings around here.
Whatever he was selling,
it must have been big.
( mysterious theme playing)
What's the matter?
Something wrong?
Mark.
What about him?
He's dead.
Hollander had him burned.
Hollander? Why?
He got a tip that Mark was
going to sell us to Five-0.
(chuckles)
Mark? That's crazy.
Why would he...?
Because he needed a fix
and the lid is on in
case you didn't notice.
He couldn't buy a nickel
bag on this whole island.
(sighs)
He was sick, man.
Out of his head.
Said he was gonna go to the cops
if that was the only
way that he could score.
You... tipped Hollander.
Yes.
(sighs)
Oh...
Well, now, what the hell
was I supposed to do?
Just let him go
blabbing off to the cops?
She's right, you know.
The guy was a basket case.
He was a friend.
Your friend, not mine.
Look, he helped both of us
when we landed here flat broke.
He took us to Bernie.
Maybe that didn't mean
anything to you, but it did to me.
How much did it mean to you?
A half a million dollars?
(sighs): Oh, come on, Kevin.
Bernie's right, you know.
He was a basket case.
He was already dead.
He was just sleepwalking.
LAURIE: Baby, we're alive,
and we're gonna
start to live now.
Listen to her, kid.
Okay.
Okay.
Well, now that's better.
Did Hollander have
anything else to say?
Yeah.
He bought us?
Yeah. Man's coming from
the mainland to make the buy.
When?
Take about a week to set it up.
But now, look, both of you. If
there are any more problems,
I'll handle them,
you understand?
I deal with Hollander and
his friend from the mainland.
I know what they want.
I know what I want.
And I know what I don't want.
I don't want to
end up like Mark.
Less than a buck
in cash and no ID.
Our friend didn't exactly
go out in style, did he?
Room 29-B.
The name of the
hotel has worn off.
NCIC came through.
We got a make.
Victim's prints match
those in the service record
of a Mark Traynor.
What's the record like?
Not the kind you get medals for.
He was in the Air Force.
Served as a mechanic.
Undesirable discharge. Hm.
Doc?
It's all in there. Needle tracks
along both arms and legs.
Veins in the left arm
completely blown.
Heroin, huh?
Figures.
His system was
almost clean, though.
Probably started withdrawal.
If Traynor was
hurting for a fix,
probably hoped to get
the price of one from us.
Word on the street is
that all junkies are hurting
since the DEA, Customs,
Coast Guard, and Treasury
been sticking fingers
in every hole in the dike.
Yeah. They really
slammed the door shut.
Nothing. Coke, hash,
horse. Nothing's getting in.
McGARRETT: About time.
What was Traynor's record
like after the Air Force?
Blank. An address on the
mainland long out of date.
So our only link to what he
was into here is his key, huh?
CHE: The hotel name is
usually etched into these old tags.
This acid should follow
whatever's left
of the old lines,
recutting them.
That should do it.
The ink will cover
the flat surfaces.
It won't stay within the lines.
We have a "W," "I,"
a "K," a "P," an
"A," and an "M."
I'm sorry, Steve.
That's all we've got.
Well, that's great,
Che. That's great.
That's enough. We'll take
it from here. Thank you.
(tires screech)
(engine roaring)
( mysterious theme playing)
(starts engine)
(brakes screech)
Good to see you, Rick.
Glad you could make it so quick.
I hope it's worth it.
Wait till you see.
We'll deliver more stuff
than you can handle.
Now, look here.
Now, the Star of Ceylon
is out of Hong Kong.
It should be here, 50 miles
west of Oahu, on the 18th.
And then?
A deckhand will
dump a plastic drum.
A coded radio message
will give us the exact time.
Then Bernie Ross takes off.
Now, he'll arrive over the drum
when the Star of
Ceylon is out of sight.
What do you think?
I think there's got
to be a simpler way.
Rick, I'm telling
you, there isn't.
Not the way the feds,
Five-0, and the Coast Guard
have got these
islands wrapped up.
Believe me, the
lid's on airtight.
This will work,
Rick. We tested it.
Tested it.
This Bernie Ross came up to
you with this bright idea, right?
Right.
And then he and his buddy went
out and picked up an empty drum.
Okay, great. But the next
time they put on their act,
they're going to know that
there's 12 kilos of merchandise
in the drum.
Merchandise with a
street value of 7 million.
And I got to ask myself, is
that what they're counting on?
Rick, don't you think I asked
myself that same question?
Okay. You asked
the same question.
And what was your answer?
First, test Ross' and
his buddies' plan.
And then?
Test Ross and his buddy.
( tense theme playing)
What do you think, Frank?
I think bingo.
MAN: Guess it won't
hurt to let you see it.
There's nothing much in there.
(lock turns)
What's up?
What's going on?
Have a look for yourself.
(exhales deeply)
Bernie?
Bernie, listen. We got trouble.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Mr. Ross? Yeah?
Williams. Hawaii Five-0.
We'd like to talk to you.
Five-0. Sure. What about?
Mark Traynor.
DANNO: The desk
clerk at the Waikiki Palms
remembers cashing
some paychecks for him.
He said they were made out
by Ross Inter-Island Air Cargo.
Oh, no, don't tell me
the checks bounced?
No, it's nothing like that.
He did work for you?
(chuckles)
Well, I don't know if
you would say worked.
What can you tell us about him?
(exhales heavily): Not
much. Kid showed up.
Said he was a
mechanic. Worked cheap.
I watched him. I
was satisfied, at first.
At first?
Well, half the time
he didn't show up.
And the other half he was
spaced out. You know?
You knew he was a junkie,
but you let him
work on your plane?
Well, look around you.
This isn't exactly Honolulu
International, right?
I run a one-man outfit.
Once in a while, I
need an extra hand.
And Mark's a damn good mechanic
when he's got his
head on straight.
Could you give us the
names of some of his friends?
No.
How about enemies? Enemies?
Yeah.
Hey, now, what's this about?
Something happen to Traynor?
Somebody killed him.
(whistles)
if you think of anything
that would help us,
let me know, huh?
DANNO: Traynor was on
the islands for about a year
going from bad to worse.
That still doesn't
help us, Danno.
What did Traynor
know? FRANK: Steve?
The book on
Bernie Ross. Read it.
Arrested, Chicago, 10 years ago.
Suspicion of smuggling
gold. No conviction.
Arrested nine years ago,
suspicion of gunrunning.
Case dismissed,
lack of evidence.
Arrested six years
ago, San Francisco.
Suspicion of involvement
in opium trade. Hung jury.
Pretty smart operator, huh?
Lots of arrests, no convictions.
A do-anything-for-a-buck
smuggler.
Okay. Couple him with the fact
that Mark Traynor had
some information for sale
and what do you get?
We've been hearing rumors
about a big shipment of horse
ever since we jammed the stopper
into the local supply of smack.
Junkies have been praying
for what they call a snowfall.
Looks like maybe somebody's
trying to answer those prayers.
Not somebody, Danno.
Bernie...
Ross.
( dramatic theme playing)
Can I help you?
That man who just came in here,
what room did he go to?
All I can tell you is that he
went up to the second floor.
Got someone up there
he visits all the time.
( mysterious theme playing)
Come on, Bernie, no. Why not?
Kevin. I don't know when
he's gonna be back here.
(sighs)
Bernie, how much longer
do I have to put up with him?
It's only a few more
days till the drop.
Then we won't need him.
Why don't we go
back to your place, hm?
He wouldn't think of
looking for me there.
(starts engine)
I need a name for that girl.
You got one?
MAN: Wait here.
( dramatic theme playing)
DANNO: Laurie Benedict,
age 21, born St. Louis.
Runaway, age 14.
Runaway again, age 16.
This time her father
wouldn't take her back.
She was placed in a state home.
The file on her can't be just
for running away from home.
No. She served time in a
Missouri correctional institute
for using a stolen credit card.
She's also on probation
in the state of Indiana
for a similar crime.
She broke it six months
ago, disappeared.
And turned up right across
the hall from a dead stoolie.
And that stoolie
worked for Bernie Ross.
(intercom buzzes)
Yes, Jenny?
Overseas?
Okay. Put him on.
Inspector Horbrecht.
No, operator. Put him on.
Yeah, Paul?
Yeah, pretty good. How are you?
Oh, beautiful, 82 degrees,
sunshine, as usual.
How deep is the snow there?
(chuckles)
Yeah. You got something for us?
(writing)
Yeah. Trans Oceanic.
Right.
Yes, I know the
seminar's in August, Paul,
but that's a pretty heavy
tourist season for us.
If... If I can make
it, we'll have dinner.
Thank you. Regards to Michelle.
Yeah. Aloha.
Check Treasury and
the harbor master on this.
I called Horbrecht,
the possibility of someone
taking another run at us
with a shipment of heroin.
What's he got?
He suggests we keep all ships
of Trans Oceanic
lines under surveillance.
Word is that one of them
is inbound from Hong Kong
with several million dollars
worth of heroin aboard.
First ship we busted in the
crackdown was one of theirs.
Washington's got
a dossier this thick
on Trans Oceanic's probable
syndicate connections.
Why weren't the ships
searched before they sailed?
Oh, it's easy. If there's
a new connection,
Interpol wants to know
where the line ends.
Steve, first Trans
Oceanic ship due here
is the Star of
Macao in three days.
Star of Macao. That figures.
Macao is just across
from Hong Kong.
Okay, gentlemen.
That's our starting point.
But, Steve, it doesn't figure.
They know we're onto them now.
What can they hope to gain
by sending another ship?
I don't know, unless
that's where Ross fits in.
Jenny, get me the FAA
Traffic Control Center,
Mr. Bob, uh, Royer, R-O-Y-E-R.
( tense theme playing)
The drop's been made, Ross.
The Star of Macao.
Latitude 21 degrees, 15 minutes,
longitude 162
degrees, 20 minutes.
Let's go.
( ominous theme playing)
Oh, good luck, baby.
Goodbye.
( dramatic theme playing)
Central, Chin Ho. Patch
me through to McGarrett.
(buzzing)
McGarrett. Steve.
Yeah, Chin?
Ross has finished
loading. He's alone.
(starts engine)
He's taking off, Steve.
Okay, stay at the
airport. Keep out of sight.
( heroic theme playing)
Hey, Kevin, you all right?
Yeah.
From now on, I
travel first-class.
After today, you'll be able to.
( dramatic theme playing)
MAN: Bird's holding steady.
Headed west
northwest toward Kauai.
According to the man
who loaded his plane,
he's delivering
general cargo to Kauai.
You think that's phony?
I think that unless we've
read this completely wrong,
Ross is going to
deliver a lot more, huh?
Back in your cage, ace.
Lihue Tower, this is
Cessna November,
two-niner-one-six-two,
beginning approach.
No change in course.
He should be coming into
Lihue Airport right about now.
He's landing. A milk run.
So far your man's followed
the flight plan he filed
to the letter, Steve.
Still think he's
got a rendezvous
with the Star of Macao?
I wouldn't waste
our time if we didn't.
This is the morning the
ship is in perfect range.
This is the morning
Ross picks to go out.
Could be a coincidence.
Yeah, it could be.
But I say there's
got to be a reason.
The ship docks this afternoon.
If there's any heroin
aboard, it's got to be off
before Immigration
and Customs go aboard.
MAN: Lihue Tower sending
our bird on its way again, sir.
I'm getting it now.
He's headed back for
Oahu. Same way he came.
Well, we'll see if it's the
same way, Bob. We'll see.
Where is he now?
MAN 2: Latitude 21 degrees.
Fourteen... Make
that 15 minutes.
McGARRETT: Twenty-one
degrees, 15 minutes.
Twenty-one degrees, 15 minutes.
Got it.
MAN 2: Longitude one-five-eight
degrees, 40 minutes.
McGARRETT: Thirty, 40
minutes. One-five-eight degrees.
Huh.
It's almost dead in the
wake of the Star of Macao.
He's gone too low.
Bird's back.
Yeah, it's a pickup.
It's got to be a pickup.
Now, let's see where
the delivery will be made.
Okay. Give me a jump run.
Now he's off-course.
Too far east.
Nowhere, nowhere along that
stretch of coast could he land.
Nowhere.
Danno, get out
to Dillingham Field
and give Chin a hand.
Search Ross and
search that plane.
The junk must still be aboard.
Whoo!
All right!
(giggles)
A quarter of a
million bucks! Ha, ha.
I'm really gonna show 'em.
I'm gonna show 'em all!
(Laurie and Kevin laughing)
The seal's still unbroken.
They delivered intact.
Central, patch me
through to McGarrett.
Yeah, Danno?
Steve, it's not here.
Not there?
( ominous theme playing)
( heroic theme playing)
Thought we had Ross,
I thought we had him.
I saw the bleep on the radar,
I saw him
practically pick it up.
DANNO: The only thing unusual
at all was this grappling hook.
Ross have any reason
for it being aboard?
Said he uses it
for salvage jobs.
He used it to salvage
heroin. He's involved, Danno.
The Star of Macao
dropped something,
and he picked it up.
Yeah, but what then?
We've gone over
everybody's complete file.
Traynor, Ross, the girl.
Did the probation report
on the girl come in?
Yes, right there.
She still seems to be the
least important of the three.
Maybe so, Danno, maybe so.
But maybe that's where
we're making our mistake.
Laurie Benedict.
Laurie Benedict.
Wait a minute.
Chin, where are the copies
of the Waikiki Palms register
that you made? I'll get 'em.
This might just be a
straw, but according to this,
the Benedict girl hung
around a small airfield
in Indiana dating a man named
Caulder during her probation.
Now, after she disappeared,
the probation officer
tried to contact Caulder.
And he was gone too?
Yeah, he was gone too.
Here's the page with
the girl's signature.
Room 28-B.
Yeah. And here's
what we're after.
"Kevin Caulder, 26-B."
The guy she was dating.
Gee, that's an interesting
coincidence, isn't it?
Oh, here's another one.
The only telephone number
the probation officer
had for Caulder
was the home number of a
pilot who booked Caulder...
as a skydiver for
a local air show.
Skydiver who just
made a heroin jump.
That's how Ross got
the dope off the plane.
Yeah, I think we've got it.
But Steve, it's too late.
Caper is over, finished.
Is it, Danno? Is it?
Look...
we're dealing with
a big organization.
A careful one.
Do you think that they
would go to all this trouble,
preparation, just to
stage a one-shot caper?
I don't think so.
Whoever they are,
I think they're after a
permanent connection,
which means they're
going to try again.
And when they do, we're
going to go after them
again and again...
(banging desk)
and again until we nail them.
KEVIN: The bread, man. You're
supposed to show up with the bread.
ROSS: All they sent us was this.
Well, what is it?
Open it.
Well, it's just powdered sugar.
Sugar?
They were testing us.
Testing me?
What did Hollander
say? Just what I told you.
He and his buyer from
Detroit wanted to make sure
we wouldn't grab the
stuff and fly the wrong way.
Double-cross them.
Then this whole thing
was a dry run. Aw!
Now, take it easy. Take it easy.
They trust us. They're
ready for us to do it again.
No more tricks.
When?
A few days. No.
Now, what's that
supposed to mean?
We signed up for one jump.
All we had to prove it
worked and take our money.
So?
So I don't audition for nobody.
(Laurie sighs)
I want out.
(slams door) Hey, hey, just...
Just leave him alone.
He's just having
an attack of ego.
He'll get over it. You sure?
I'll make sure.
I want to talk to you.
What about?
About what happens
next time Hollander calls.
(buzzing)
Yeah, Chin?
The Benedict girl
just got aboard, Steve.
Looks like she's going along.
What does Ross'
cargo look like this time?
CHIN HO: About
the same as before.
Boxes of foodstuff
by the size of it.
Stacked high, right?
High enough for a man the
size of Caulder to hide behind?
Right.
They're taking off. Want
me to come back in?
No, no, Chin. You stay there.
This guy Ross is too cute.
I don't want to leave
any bases uncovered.
Ten-four.
Frank, cover the
Trans Oceanic office.
What about the girl?
She has the same date
with the Star of Ceylon I have.
Jenny, order me
a chopper, please.
(brakes screech)
Laurie? Hey, what
are you doin' here?
Well, I just thought
I'd watch our star shine
from a different angle today.
That's not the plan.
The plan's changed.
( dramatic theme playing)
He's right on target.
For Kauai?
Wait a minute, he's circling.
Circling?
No, man, no. No good.
Why not? All we do is
pick up the stuff and split.
Yeah, and spend the
rest of our lives on the run.
Now, Laurie and me,
we got it all mapped out.
Now, we snag the stuff,
put into Honolulu International,
catch a jet to the mainland
before Hollander and
Corso know what hit 'em.
Those dudes are rough.
I mean, it's like
killing ourselves.
(grunts) Hey, Kevin,
with $7 million,
if we need
protection, we'll buy it.
What is this? "Side
with Bernie" day?
(groans)
More than that. It's her idea.
I've been waiting
for this all my life, kid.
All my life.
Now, get the hook.
Kevin.
Good boy.
Still circling.
Right over the Star
of Ceylon's wake.
Yeah.
Central, this is McGarrett.
Patch me through
to Frank Kamana.
Hold it, Steve.
(starts engine)
FRANK: Corso from
Detroit is with him.
Here we go, Steve.
McGARRETT: Frank,
tail them. Don't lose 'em.
(starts engine)
This time when
Caulder makes his jump,
we can tell his drop zone.
That's if Ross
ever stops circling.
MAN: He's descending.
Looks like he's
coming back to Oahu.
Yeah, but not on the same
course he took last time.
Which way is he headed?
Not to Dillingham,
that's for sure.
Changing course.
Heading southeast.
Honolulu International?
Looks like it.
I've got a chopper outside.
ROSS: Honolulu Tower,
this is Cessna November
two-niner-one-six-two, over.
Bernie, taste it.
Ooh. (laughs)
Quick, Bernie, what's 7
million divided by three?
Why didn't you ask me?
She didn't even
know you could add.
(laughs) Bernie.
I think the smart guy's
finally caught on, huh?
All you cared about was this!
Don't!
( dramatic theme playing)
(grunts)
McGarrett to Central.
McGarrett to Central.
Give me a patch
to Danny Williams
at Five-0 headquarters.
(buzzes)
Williams.
Ross and his Cessna 206
appears to be headed for
Honolulu International Airport.
Get some H.P.D. backup
and get out there on the double.
Search and impound that plane.
(brakes screech)
(grunts)
Where's the goods?
Where's the goods?
McGarrett to Kamana.
McGarrett to Kamana.
FRANK: Kamana.
The goods is in my possession.
I've got the evidence, Frank.
Send somebody to pick it up.
Then move in on Hollander
and Corso. Repeat.
Move in on Hollander
and Corso. Book them.
( dramatic theme playing)
Let's go, pal.
You're under arrest.
( upbeat surf theme playing)