Jake and the Fatman (1987–1992): Season 2, Episode 1 - Wish You Were Here - full transcript

I think I feel a song coming on.

Well, it's about time.

Did you fill my order?

Did you bring the money?

It's in the trunk.

Well, let's do it.

Your choice.

All right, come on in.
I got him. I got him.

Not a good idea. Drop it.

I'm cool. I'm cool.

All right, come on.



Hold it.

All right, let's go.

All right, come on, fellas.

You have the right to remain silent.

Jake?

Yeah.

Jake, are you all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

For a minute there, I thought I might
miss my plane to Hawaii.

What, you're not still going?
Not now.

I haven't seen John in three years, OK?

Hey, Jake, you're cut up, man.



It's just a scratch.
Come on.

John can wait.

He's expecting me.
He's family.

You know that.

I thought I was like family.

Well, you are.

But it's all right to leave me alone, huh?

I see you every day.

What?

You're going to miss me.

Miss you?

You're going to miss me.
No, you're going to miss me.

- I'm not going to miss you.
- Tell me, it's all right.

So who's going to write
up the arrest report?

Peterson, give it to him.
It'll look good in his record.

Hey, Jake.

What?

You're not going to like Hawaii, Jake.

Heat, humidity.

Well, you know how you are
about things like that.

You're knocking
your hometown.

- You were born there and you're knocking it.
- I'm not knocking my hometown.

I just know you,
and I know Honolulu, that's all.

Well, you know, you're forgetting
one very important thing.

What?

Hawaiian women.

You keep telling me
how gorgeous they are.

Shaka.

And that's no exaggeration.

In that case, I don't think I'm
going to notice the climate.

I'll send you a postcard.

Yeah, do that.

Flight number 268 to Tokyo
is now boarding at gate 4.

Cab !

- Hello.
- Where to, man?

Where you want to go?

I got to go on the,
uh, windward side.

Uh, Winmanulu?

Waimānalo.

Waimānalo.
Yeah, that's it.

It's a long way, bro.

How much?

For you,
I give you special nice guy rate, $50.

$50...

I was...
I was thinking more like $20.

You think funny, man.

Yeah, I'm hysterical.

Well, thank you very much.

Hey, hey, hey.

$30.

$30 ?
All right.

You got air in this thing?

Central, man.
Windows on both sides.

So, uh,
who do you know in Waimānalo?

A woman?

Huh? No.

Heh, heh.

No, it's a buddy of mine,
a guy I grew up with.

Maybe I know him.

Yeah, maybe his name's John Graney,
you know?

John Graney?

I'm not sure. What's his job?

He's a cop.
He, uh, he's a sergeant on the HPD.

Don't know him.

Maybe he knows you.

You say?

Yeah, I say.

Matter of fact,
I bet half the cops on HPD know you.

How long you been a cop, man?

Long enough.

Man, somebody must have bought it.

Thanks, bud.
Take care.

John !

John !

Johnny boy !

Hey, John?

Hey, man!

Johnny boy!

You home?

What happened?

A man was shot.

It was someone who lived on the beach,
some policeman.

You gotta see the man.

Hold on !

- Wait a minute, what guy ?
- Where is it?

Get him out of here !

Hey, just give me the victim's name.

Was it John Graney?

Get him out of here.

Just give me the victim's name.

Damn it, was it John Graney?

John Woodrow Graney?

Yeah, it was him.

Yeah.

Where were you?

Took a boat ride. Caught a fish.

You're not here on a vacation.

I know what I'm here for.

I want to be kept informed of
where you are at all times.

Whatever you say.

Schedules change.

Who knows, you may have to make
your move sooner than planned.

No problem. I'm ready.

Good. Stay ready.

Good evening, sir.

Mr. McCabe.

Oh, yeah.

What is it, Derek?

My ticket, sir.
You were going to bring it with you.

Yeah, I think I got it.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
- I sure hope so.

Wait a minute.

I wouldn't want to miss
seeing you get your award.

I'd love to miss it,
that's what I'd love to do.

Man of the year.

That's really something coming
from the Bar Association.

They probably think I'm dying.

Really?

Yeah.

Ah, here we go.

Here.

Where the hell did
you get those boots?

The Tuck's Rental place.

Pretty trendy, huh?

Yeah, for goat ropers and two-steppers.

All right, come on.
Let's get on with this foolishness.

You know, this is ridiculous.

John?

Surprise!
I got home a day early...

Whoops.
Double surprise.

Oh, wait. I know.
I know.

You're Jake.

John told me you were coming in.

Who are you?

He kept me a secret?

He'll hear about this.

Mia.

- Hi.
- Mia Delane.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So where's John?
Is he out at the beach?

Um, no.

Where is he?

Is John OK?

Listen, um...

Oh God !

God !

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I knew he'd end up dead.

I knew it.

Why wasn't I smarter?

Why didn't I just walk
away when I could have?

Why didn't I just listen to me?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Lousy bastard !

How'd he do it?

Did he do it in the damn plane?
Is that how he did it?

No.

That's not how...

Will you just hold me?

Just hold me for a minute.

We'll talk tommorow.

All right.

Good to see you.

Congratulations, J.L. Well deserved.

Well, if you say so.

Bodyguard?

Ah, simple precaution.
The mob's reacting to the pressure.

Threats?

Several.

And we expect more.

We're getting ready to hand
down a new wave of indictments.

You watch yourself, Frank.

Your breed of US attorneys hard to find.

You know, I'm mad as hell at you.

What did I do now?

You didn't stand for re-election.

Eight years behind that lousy
desk is quite enough, thank you.

I'm sure.

I'm also guessing you weren't
pleased with the ticket.

Bunch of scoundrels.

I'm going to miss you, J.L.

I'll be around.

Lame ducks may not
boss the pond anymore,

but they sure as hell can still swim.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Yeah ?

Mr. Pennelly, the car is here.

- Yours too, Mr. McCabe.
- Thank you.

- Keep in touch.
- You too.

- Mr. McCabe.
- Yeah?

Where have you been?

I checked our messages on the way out.

There was a phone call for you.
A Lyle Vandegrift from Honolulu.

And?

He said it was something personal,
something about Jake,

and to phone him at home.

Is Jake in some kind of trouble again?

I don't know, sir.
He didn't say.

Dammit.

When can I expect you back?

Uh, I don't know.

I got a few things I gotta work out yet,
you know?

Yeah.

Well, I suggest you leave the
investigation of John's murder to HPD.

I will.
I will.

No, I mean that, Jake.

You got no authority over here.

And if you start pushing and shoving,

you're gonna get yourself in trouble.

Yeah.

Listen, you take off.

You got a plane to catch, all right?

I'll see you.

Isn't it a beautiful morning?

Yes. May I help you?

I just wanted to say hello...
There he is!

Hey! Hey, how are you, Lyle?

- Good to see you.
- You can't just barge in here.

- What?
- You can't barge in here.

Oh, that's all right. We're all friends, you see.

Barge?
What do you mean, barge?

Well, if the shoe fits, honey.

Well, I just wanted to
say hello to a friend.

Is that all right with you?

No.

McCabe, is that you?

Come in, come in.
What are you standing out there for?

Some things never change.

What's that supposed to mean?

I've got one just like you back on
the mainland, dear old Gertrude.

Heh, heh, heh.

Hey, Bob.

Hey, what a guy!

You look good!

Well, you look bad.

Hey, where you been, J.L.?

Gee whiz, you son of a gun.

Sit down, sit down.

I really went miss you, brah.

I did. I miss you.

And...

I miss Hawaii.

Ah, you pigeon son of a gun.

Ah, Lyle.

I wanted to say thanks for the
escort to the memorial service.

That was most considerate of you.

Least I could do.

It was important.

I had to be there for Jake.
He and John were close.

Fill me in, will you, Lyle?

What have you got so far?

Just the coroner's report.

Single bullet, high-velocity rifle,

full metal jacket lodged in the body.

Yeah.

Had to come a country mile.

Do you mind if, uh,
I nose around a little?

Of course not.
Of course not.

By the way, uh,
on the phone the other night, uh...

you mentioned something
about moving back.

You mean it?

Yeah, yeah,
I pretty much made up my mind.

I'm gonna open an office,
hang out my own shingle,

and I'll be the real article again,
a practicing lawyer.

You are a war horse, J.L.

Ha! Look who's talking.

Tell you the truth.

I should have done what you did.

Shouldn't have run
for another term.

Now I can't finish the commitment.

Glenna ?

I don't know how
much time she's got.

Is there anything I can do?

I have an opening at the moment
in the office of first deputy.

Why don't I appoint you to that office,

then I resign,
you automatically move up,

and you take over.

Lyle, I want to get out on the street.

I want to work a case from the ground up.

Fine.
Run the office any way you want.

I'm sorry. I really have to pass.

Well...

You give Glenna a big hug from me.

Okay, brah ?

I'll *** that.

Aloha.

Arnie Arnie Bettenhouser ?

Jake Styles, how are you?

Your lieutenant down in Arco
told me where to find you.

He should know better.

I know.
I talked him into it.

I, uh, hear that you were
John Graney's supervisor.

- John and I were good friends...
- I know, I know.

Good. Maybe you can tell
me what he was working on.

Could be what got him killed.

Think so, huh?

I, uh, I think it's
worth checking out, yeah.

You?

Yeah.

I'll give it to you straight,
Styles.

From what I hear,
you're in a bad emotional way right now.

- I'm a cop.
- You're a tourist.

Here he comes.

Positive ID.
Take him.

Go home, Styles.

But, sir, I was expecting
you back yesterday.

I went out to the
airport to meet you.

Well, that was a dumb thing to do,
considering I changed my reservation.

Sir, you didn't tell me you
changed your reservation.

Why should I?

You should anticipate that sort of thing.

I try to anticipate as much as possible.

Well, if you had,
you wouldn't have been at the airport.

Just one second, sir.
I got to say that...

You should have been
where you should be,

in the office, packing
up my personal records.

I'm doing that now.

You should have been
doing it yesterday.

Sir, I just don't know how to talk to you.

Then stop flapping your lips.

I didn't know you were here.

How's the water?

It's still there.

I'd written John some letters, and I just
wanted to see if they were still here.

Sure.

I don't know why I thought
that he'd keep them.

This is for you.

I got to go.

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

How can I, uh,
how can I reach you?

Okay.

Now, if I'm not here,
the machine will pick it up.

Okay. Is this your home number?

- Okay, work?
- You can... Yeah, give me work.

Okay.

Okay ?

- Yeah.
- This is a law firm.

I'm a paralegal.

Okay.

- We'll be in touch then, all right?
- Okay.

- Good-bye.
- Bye.

Hey, Jake.

I thought you were on a plane.

Well, I decided to stick
around for a few more days.

Enjoy the weather.

You mean the heat.

Yeah.

Mind if I look around?

No, go ahead.

It's very nice.

It's not bad.

Must be my day for company.

Mia just left.

Yeah, I know.

What did Mia want?

She, uh...
she found a copy of John's will.

What does the will have to say?

That everything John
owned goes to me.

Everything?

His car,

life insurance,

his personal stuff,

even the customized automatic there.

The hard baller here, huh?

Yeah.

Everything to you, huh?

Nothing to anyone else.

Not even Mia.

It's kind of strange, isn't it?

Is it?

Well, they were in love.

Really?

Where's the evidence?

I didn't see any when I was
poking around in the back room.

Evidence? What evidence?

What are you talking about?

How come she doesn't have
a bikini lying around

or a nightgown in the closet?

And what about a picture?

Girl that pretty.

I... I didn't even think of that.

Yeah, maybe you're too close to the fire.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess,
I guess, I guess.

Jake, there's something
else you should know.

HPD thinks your friend
John may have been dirty.

John?

Oh, come on.

John and his partner,
an officer named Pete Wilhelm.

What's the rep?

Selling out an
undercover investigation,

shaking hands with the mob.

Oh, come on. How? Where?

Down on the docks.

A Pakololo operation.

A Pako-what?

Pakololo.
Hawaiian for marijuana.

It comes in from one of the other
islands and ends up in California.

Bettenhouser gave you
your information on this...

You believe him, right? Huh?

You think John was dirty?

I didn't say that, Jake.

You know, when I was growing up,

I didn't have a brother.

And I never really had a father.

John was both of these to me, okay?

I know what kind of man he was,
and I know he didn't change.

That's what I know.

HPD always cleans up its own mess.

If there's a case to be made,
they're gonna make it.

Huh. Well, that's good.

I think they should try and do that.

Not on John no more.

Hi.

They doing any hiring around here?

I wouldn't know, man.

Just work here.

Maybe you can tell me
somebody I can talk to.

Uh, I got a name here.

Here.

It's, uh, name is Pete Wilhelm.

You know that name?

Who's looking for him?

Jake Styles.

Let me see.

I know who you are.

Talk to me.

I hear you.

You'll burn me.

All right, then you tell me where.

Take off, man.

Come on.
Get out of here.

What's wrong with you anyway?

Get the hell out of here.

No, not Delaney,
Delaine, Mia Delaine.

Look at everything you can
about her and get back to me.

I'm in room 923.

Right. Thanks.

Mr. McCabe!

Why aren't you home,
packing up my files?

Mr. McCabe, I have had it
up to here with your abuse.

I don't deserve it, and I am
not going to take it anymore.

I came here to tell you that.

All the way to Hawaii ?

Where the hell is my dog?

I checked him in at a kennel.

He's OK, but he seems to miss you.

Why, I have no idea.

Mr. McCabe, I am finished.

I quit.

And make no mistake, it has been a
thoroughly unpleasant experience.

Goodbye.

Goodbye ?

Heh heh heh.

Da dee dee da dee...

You always this nervous?

After what happened to John?
Why shouldn't I be?

John knew something.

He knew what?

I don't know what.

You were his partner.

Maybe he knew you were dirty.

Maybe you killed him.

We keep running into each other.

Yeah, I don't like it
any better than you do.

I don't like it at all.

Who asked you?
Did I ask him?

- Shut your mouth.
- Did I ask him...

Hey, you shut your mouth.

Let me tell you something.

You've got some explaining to do.

Ease off. I'll handle this.

Book his holly butt.

A little tense.

Two cops in a week.

Does this moron really
think I took Wilhelm out?

Doesn't matter what he thinks.

I got to take you in for questioning.

Good.
That's great.

Second police officer has been killed.

Hard times.

I have a feeling that you were
involved in both incidents.

My contacts on the mainland who
recommended you had but one caution,

that you had a tendency to
do things in your own way.

Why did you shoot these men?

Graney had recognized me.

And Wilhelm was his partner.

Partners talk.

You had no way to know, of
course, that Wilhelm was on our payroll.

There's another one.

Another one?

Yeah, I think he was the one
meeting with Wilhelm when, uh...

He's still alive?

I don't take out anyone
unless I'm positive.

His name is Jake Styles.

He and Graney used to be a team.

He might remember me.

We'll take care of him.

Anything else?

I appreciate your candor.

We can work together best when
there's mutual trust and respect.

I'll be around.

They leaned on me pretty hard.

Yeah, they found you at
the scene of the shooting.

Yeah, I know.
I called them.

All right, so they held me overnight.
Now what?

Well, I have to tell you,
they asked the prosecutor to file.

They were going to file on me?

No, they wouldn't have.

How'd you tap dance around that?

It wasn't easy.

All right.

Let me have it.
What's the story?

I don't know how to tell you this.

I don't think you're going to like it.

They placed you in my custody.

- I'm in your custody ?
- Yeah.

Is there a curfew involved here?

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

I hadn't thought about that, thank you.

What'd it cost you?

I had to give Lyle Vandegrift a marker.

On what grounds were they going to file?

Look, the test showed you fired a weapon.

I told them I fired Wilhelms piece.
Big deal.

It is.

Because they haven't been
able to find those slugs.

What about the one
that took out Wilhelms?

No luck there either.
It was a through and through shot.

Look, do I have to spell it out for you,
the whole thing?

No, no, you don't.

There's something really out
of whack about all this, Jake.

Really?

You think so?

What I mean is the stakes
aren't high enough.

Pakololo small potatoes.

Not worth blowing away two cops,
dirty or clean.

Hey, wait a minute, Jake !

What?

We've been looking in
the wrong potato patch.

Come on.

Fly will give me a name.

Attention ! Mr. Derek Mitchell,
please report to the information desk.

Attention.

Dr. Derek Mitchell,
please report to the information desk.

I just heard my name paged.
I'm Derek Mitchell.

Oh, yes, Mr. Mitchell.

Could I see some identification, please?

Your ticket will do.

Sure.

I guess you really are Derek Mitchell.

You're under arrest, Mitchell.

What?

What is this?
What are you doing?

What's the charge?

Well, they've cleaned
it up some since my day.

But this is still where things happen.

Yeah, it's your kind of place, all right.

How would you know?

Because you keep telling
me it's your kind of place.

When?

When did I tell you that?

How many times have you
told me about Hotel Street,

about the good old days
before the Miranda decision?

About the oil can bar over there?

About the night you walked
in and you stuck the 38

to the suspect's ear and you
asked him who offed Colchester?

And he told you just like that.
Does that sound familiar?

- I said all that.
- Yes, you said that.

Then there's the night that your partner
fell asleep against the lamppost.

Then you, by yourself, with your own hands,

beat up three huge Samoans.

- Hey, come on.
- You told me that.

I don't remember
telling you that.

Now, the brain,
they say the brain is the first thing to go.

Be careful.
You could be next.

Well,
what are we going to do?

Are we going to sit and talk,
or what do we do?

How about, uh,
how about I try this place here?

- No, no, that's fine.
- Why is this ?

Because I put more cages together in
there than any other place in town.

And there's a joint right
down the alley there.

- You take that, huh?
- All right.

- I'll see you later.
- Uh-huh.

Well, if it isn't Big Daddy.

Hello there, man.

Aloha !

Anybody here, uh,
ever heard of Roy Konakona?

How about you?

I hear he hangs out here
when he's not, uh...

... jerking somebody out of money or
making it with his best friend's wife.

You must be Roy.

Well, now that I've got your attention,

I thought maybe you and I could have a little talk.

I'm a cop, Roy.

When I tell you that I'm a cop, we're supposed
to sit down like guys and have a couple beers

and talk and work things out.

That's what guys do, right?

That's very impressive.
It's not quite what I had in mind.

Hey! Drive away, brah!
That's my friend.

Who are you?

****

And you're my brother, huh?

Hey, you know,
give me that stink face, huh?

Hey, give my brother a beer, huh?

Come on. Come on. You like.

Ah, just give the house a round on me,
huh?

Nice island you got here. Very nice.

There's a big stick in town.

An assassin.

That's a hell of a
shot to choke John out.

Same with Wilhelm.

But as I said, you don't import
a heavy hitter to kill a cop.

Or even two cops.

Who's the target?

I beg your pardon, sir,
but I got to take this man into custody.

Wait a minute.
He happens to be in my custody.

Not anymore, sir.

Styles, you're charged with murder
in the death of Officer Pete Wilhelm.

What?

Read him his rights.

Does the prosecuting
attorney know about this?

Yes, sir.

He interviewed the eyewitness personally.

The eyewitness?

What eyewitness?

What are you talking about?
What eyewitness?

Damn it, will you answer me?

Son of a b...

Mr. McCabe, I have one
question and one question only.

Is this your doing?

Take those things off of him,
boys, will you?

And this is only my thanks to you guys

and to the prosecuting attorney, OK?

Are you going to answer
my question or not?

Derek, you made your stand.

I respect you for it.
I really do.

But this is no time for petty grievances.

Petty grievances?
You had me arrested at the airport.

What am I supposed to do?

Look, Jake is in trouble,
and he needs us.

He's been accused of murder,
and they have a phony eyewitness.

Now, we don't have any
authority here at all,

but we have to do everything we can, right?

You're not going to turn
your back on Jake, are you?

Absolutely not.

But about this other thing,
I really want to...

Derek, please.

Not now.

All right, bring him out.

All right, Mr. Fromm, can you identify
the man you saw shoot Officer Wilhelm?

Yes, sir.

Point him out.

That's him, second from the right.

Number two, take a step forward.

Are you sure that's the man?

Yes, sir. I'm positive.

You are?

I'm signing this over to you, J.L.

Somehow I just don't think it's quite proper

to make it out to the bail bondsman.

You really think there's
a conflict of interest?

Well, maybe just a little.

I'll get it back to you within a week,

soon as I free up some funds.

You will get it back to me
whenever you can, period.

Now, I'm not being quite
so generous as I appear,

and you're well aware of that.

Ah, Lyle, if you're about to ask
what you asked the other day...

Oh, you know, I almost forgot.

What?

I was just going through
some old files the other day,

and look what I found.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Local boys, whip, navy boxers,

McCabe and Vandegrift,
Middleweight and Welderweight.

Winners! Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, well, it was a couple of lunches ago.

Yeah.

We were just out of high school,
weren't we?

Yeah, and we got lucky.

Those sailors were really rough.

J.L., I need you to take this job.

I told you I don't want it.

Damn it, I will not be blackmailed, Lyle.

Let's just say, among friends,
it's one favor for another.

Please, I beg of you,

just consider my idea
for a couple of days.

Would you do that for me?

Hey, brother.

You're slick.

Get it over there.

Right down here.

Now, you're gonna tell
me what I need to know

or I'm gonna rip your throat out,
you understand me ?

Man, you crazy.

Yeah, I'm really crazy.

I want you to tell me about Wilhelm.

He's dead.

You're gonna be dead if you
don't tell me what I wanna know.

Now, tell me !

I wanna know who and
I wanna know why.

- I wanna know right now.
- Don't know...

Give me a name !
Give me a name !

- Got, got...
- Give me a name !

- Got no name.
- Give me a name !

Got no name !
Got no name !

Give me a name or I...
Give me a name !

Finger... No finger.
Here.

I wanna say something.

Now...

You tell your friend with
the missing finger...

... that revenge is sweeter than honey.

You got that?

Hey.

What... What's...
What are you doing here?

What's the deal?

- Hey !
- Hey, Jake !

How you doing, man?

Listen, when I heard you were in trouble,
I came right by.

Oh, that's great. Thanks.

Hey, McCabe's had me on
this case since I arrived.

Yeah? Doing what?

I've been following this
phony eyewitness, Frahm.

I saw him huddling with some
suspicious looking guys.

I took some pictures.

McCabe's having them processed.

That's good.
That's going to help.

Nice to see you.
Jeez.

Listen, I, uh, I think I may have
found out who our shooter is here.

What? That's great.

Well, trouble is, he's dead.

Jake, maybe it's jet lag, but I'm
having a little trouble following you.

Guy's name is Richard F. Vorse.

We used to say that
the F stood for finger,

because the ring finger on
his right hand was missing.

What did he do?

Killed people for the mob.

Steady work?

Yeah.

John and I were on a organized
crime unit back in 82.

We came pretty close to busting him.

What happened?

Got away in a single engine plane,

went down over the ocean.

Found the wreckage,
but they never found him.

You think he's still alive?

I don't know.

Look at this.

You see this note John made here?

This flight log.

He made it two days before he died.

- N28321.
- ...321.

What's that?

Tail marking.

Plane's ID number.

It's got a question mark next to it.

I don't get it.

I don't either.

Jake, where are you going?

Hey, Jake, McCabe said you
were supposed to stay here.

I know, I keep forgetting that.

***This is Navajo 167x**** Wonder if you
get the field tracks over to hanger 3.

I'd like to top of, please.

77X3, roger.
Send the trucks right out.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I hope so.

Well, you got as long as you didn't park in
one of those handicapped spots out there.

No, no. Honest. Not really.
I'm on your side.

My name's Jake Styles.

- Connie Blake.
- Hi, Connie.

I'm here about a friend of mine,
John Graney.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey, we all are.

John was really good people.

Yeah, he was.

I didn't even know he had Royal Hawaiian
blood in him until that funeral.

Well, he did. He did.

Uh, he, uh, sort of appointed
me to tidy things up for him.

So if there's any balance
left on his account,

just send it out to me at the
house and I'll take care of it.

Sure. I'll get it.

Uh, he left this note about a plane.

I was just curious if
this meant anything.

Do you... Does this look familiar?
Do you know anything?

2832 Yankee. Yeah, it's one
of our rentals. It's a Piper.

Uh-huh. Was John renting it?
He was renting it?

No. The only thing John ever took of his,
uh, Jimmy Mature-lo's.

Twin Beach.

But, you know, it seems to me that
John did ask about that Piper.

About who was renting it?

Yeah. I told him William Gable.

What did, uh, this Mr. Gable look like?

Uh, let's see.
He usually wore aviator glasses.

And he had a disability of sorts.
He, uh, was missing a finger.

He tried to hide it,
but I noticed things like that.

Um, do you have an address
on Mr. Gable by any chance?

Do you have it here?

Why? What's the deal?
You want to talk to him?

Yeah, I think I should.

Um, just in case he had some
business with John, you know.

Sure.
Okay, just take a ride on the runway.

See if you can find him.

He's doing a pre-flight,
getting ready to take off.

Okay, thank you.

Why don't you tell me
what are you doing here ?

I guess I don't have much choice now, do I?

No, you don't.

John loved to fly.

And I used to sit right
here and wait for him.

God, he was so happy when he was flying.

That's it?

- Once a cop, always a cop, huh?
- Yeah, I guess so.

Yeah.

Why didn't you challenge me before?

I mean, you're a trained observer.

You had to have noticed that
there wasn't a trace...

- ...of me at John's.
- No, I did. I did.

No clothes, no snapshot, no nothing.
Why don't you explain that to me?

I couldn't tell you before because
it wouldn't have been fair to John.

Oh God !

John and I had a big fight

about a week before he was killed.

We broke up.

I grabbed all the stuff out of the house.

And the next morning, I had to fly
out to Hilo to take some depositions.

I was really upset about it, so I called him.

He was real cold to me on the phone,

but we agreed to at least get
together just so we can talk about it.

And that is when I walked in on you.

And you told me what happened.

I went a little nuts.

God, I just... I miss him so much.

Oh, Jake.

We have to talk.

I assume this is about Mr. Styles.

You assume right.

You've made a very
dangerous enemy of this man,

and that is unfortunate.

You told me you were
going to deal with him.

We tried to work through the system.

Now we'll have to do
something more direct.

I was at the airport this afternoon doing
a little dress rehearsal when I saw him.

Did he see you?

I don't know,
but I can't take that chance.

We'll take care of Mr. Styles.

You concern yourself with obtaining
some new identification.

A little rain, huh?

It's just a little cloudburst.
We get them all the time.

It's more like a monsoon.

Yeah, Connie.

That's right.

November 2832 Yankee.

Yeah, it's a Piper.

No, thanks, Pete.
I appreciate that.

The dirty thief stole my airplane.

You found it?

Yes.

Gable abandoned it on a remote strip a
friend of mine owns over near Kaneohe.

All right, look.

I want you to do me a favor, OK?

I'm staying out at John's place, all right?

Here's the number.

Now, Mr. Gable shows up, you call me.

Yeah, right.

As soon as I call the police and the FAA.

He's the one on the dock.

You sure?

I'm sure I had a run in with him.

Which means the other two are tied in.

Have to be.
They gotta be.

Now, why would two hoods
that you'd never seen before

send somebody to frame you?

For the same reason John and
his partner were snuffed.

So they could clear the
decks with a big stick.

I know who he is.

Who?

Richard F. Vorse.

He's a contract killer for the mob.

What?

Missing and presumed dead.
Jack, you were right.

We're going to have to go to Vandegrift?

- Not really.
- Oh, come on !

What do you mean, not really?

What do you think...

Jake, we've got a lot of interesting
loose ends, but that's all.

What about this girl Mia?

Somehow she's a part of all this.

Well, I've been trying to
get some background on her,

but nothing's come through yet.

Which takes us back to our hit man.

Whose plans have been disrupted
and whose cover's been blown.

Where the hell are you going?

To check out the rental
plane that Vorse abandoned.

You got any objections?

Not this time.

Good.

Well, our hit man will need a new identity.

- Come on, Derek.
- Where are we going?

This is the last call for commute
fly 58 to Kahului Airport, Maui.

That's fly 58 to Kahului Airport, Maui.

This can't be the right place.

Trust me.

I thought we were looking
for a man who forges papers,

licenses, IDs, passports, that sort of thing.

We are.

Chi-Wu Tang,
the best forger on the island.

A true artist.

But the sign says herbs.

What would you expect it to say?
Phony IDs?

Hey, Chi!

Chi Wong!

It's J.L. McCabe, Chi.

Come on out here, you old reprobate!

- Mr. McCabe !
- What ?

I guess you get used to this.

Hold it !

Hands up.
Get your hands up where I can see them.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.
Get up. Get up.

Get up.

What more do you want?

Some proof.

Well, what the hell do you call this?

Pretty pictures.

Look, are these two known to you as
organized crime figures, or are they not?

Absolutely. This one's
Wanami, and this one's Onaga.

And they're meeting the so-called
eyewitness against Jake. Yes or no?

Very clearly.

Lyle, there is something very big out there,
and I can smell it, and so can you.

If you listen hard,
you can even hear it.

Now, listen, J.L., I know...

Look, two cops have been picked off.

Jake framed for murder. Now, why?

To keep us off the trail until
somebody else can be eliminated.

In a public building,
waving a loaded weapon around,

scaring people half to death?

What else was I supposed to do, sir?

Through the lobby, up the elevator,
down the hall, and into my office.

Who do you think you are,
Wyatt Earp?

I left my handcuffs at home, sir.

Of course he admitted that
he had orders to ice you.

You had this jammed
down his throat.

With all due respect, sir,
there is an assassin in town.

I was trying to get the
identity of the target.

I believe I've done that.

What?
Well, who is it?

The attorney general.

My God, it could be.

He's flying in from Japan.

- When?
- Five o'clock.

- Where are you going?
- The airport.

Look, call HPD.

Have them set up a command post.

Then you better alert airport security.

I want the arrival area cordoned off.

Call the FAA and tell them
to plug in a landline.

I want to talk to that airplane.

Hold it, everybody,
just for one minute.

Everybody, stop what you're doing.

Yeah.

- We have a problem here, JL.
- Yeah, a big one.

Yes, I'm talking about the fact that
you don't have any authority here.

You wouldn't, Lyle.

To faithfully and respectfully enforce

the laws of the state and of the city
and county of Honolulu, so help you God.

I do.

Then I hereby declare you first deputy
prosecuting attorney of Honolulu.

Good.

Now, I'd appreciate it, ***, if you'd approve
Lyle's motion to nulli proseque

the case against Jake Styles.

That's pro forma, JL.

Yes, well, I'd hope so.
I want my bail money back.

Congratulations, JL.

You're the best possible choice for the job.

What this office needs,
a man who can rock the boat.

And I may never forgive you,
you lousy, dirty son of ...

Sure you will, brah.

Audrey, may I have my letter
of resignation, please?

That wasn't part of the deal.

Congratulations, sir,
on your new position.

Oh, thank you very much.
Incidentally, welcome aboard.

What did you say?

You've got a job here.

Well, I'm going to have to think about it.

Well, you think all you want.

Meanwhile, go find an apartment.
And damn it, send for my dog.

Don't you think I miss him?

Sweet little guy.

Yes, sir.

What's up ?

ETA's been moved back.

They ran into some weather out of Tokyo.

What are we looking at?

- About an hour, I suppose.
- Great, that's great.

I, uh,

don't suppose you'd want to
stick around here with me.

You know what I mean by that.

I got a badge back in the mainland,
remember?

Well, I can handle that
with a couple of calls.

Make it legal.

No, no, that's okay,
I don't want to be legal.

Not on an island.

Thank you.

Ha, not on an island...

You know what I don't get?

Why the attorney general and why now?

Because he's been rattling
the mob's cage pretty good.

Yeah, I know,
but I thought your friend was doing that.

What's his name, the US attorney?

Frank Panelli.

That's right, he was.

But the attorney general's
claimed all the credit.

Now, sir, I'm afraid you're
gonna have to clear the area.

Only official personnel allowed here.

You can get out that way,
and I think you'd better leave now.

What are you talking about?

Well, as you pointed out,
this is an island, sir.

There's not enough room
here for a loose cannon,

like you are out here.

No, no, I'm here, I'm staying here.

- No, I'm sorry, you're not.
- No, I'm not leaving.

You're leaving.

You could loan me a badge.

I could loan you a badge?

Yeah, you could loan me a badge.

I never heard of anybody loaning
anybody a badge in my entire career.

That is a strange, stupid remark.

However, I can't loan you one,
but I could give you one,

if you would agree to stay.

That's entrapment.

Entrapment?

No.

What I think it is is an
example of McCabe's law.

Every silver lining has its dark,
miserable, sullen cloud.

Heh, heh, heh.

Picture looks like a mug shot.

Where the hell do you think I got it?

You've penetrated a security cordon, lady.

- Jake, I was just over there looking for you.
- Yeah, yeah, sure you were.

And you were John's number one girl.
And it's gonna snow any minute now.

Why don't you tell me what
the hell you're doing here?

You were investigating John,
weren't you?

He was clean, Jake.

I came over here to tell you that myself.

I knew how much it meant to you.

Oh, you knew that?

Pretty versatile.

Undercover cop, mind reader.

Anything else I should know about?

John's notes.

We found this under the
backseat of Wilhelm's car.

There's a bunch of entries
in there about Wilhelm.

John was on to him, Jake.

I'm sorry.

- How long you been a cop?
- About four years.

Internal affairs brought me
over from Hilo on loan out.

Never even met John, did you?

No.

But they briefed me on him pretty well.

You sure suckered me.

You're very good.

I didn't have a choice, Jake.

Really?

Look, when we first started this
thing, we didn't know what we had.

We even thought that
maybe you were involved.

Me?

As the mainland connection.

- Where'd you pull that from?
- An anonymous tip.

Probably from Wilhelm trying
to skew suspicion from himself.

What's bugging you, Jake?

Come on, I was just doing a job.

Maybe you did your job too well.

Well, good cops make good actors sometimes.

Look, I didn't mean to hurt you, Jake.

Yeah, I know.
You're doing your job.

Hey, you never had to say that to yourself,

not even once maybe to
get through one bad night.

Just... Just doing my job.

You and I don't have to be friends,
you know?

I know.

All right.

Good to know that.

It's fine.

But we could be.

Maybe.

What's up? Anything yet?

No.

If Vorse is anywhere in the vicinity,
he must be hiding under a rock somewhere.

We've checked every building,
every plane, every car.

There wouldn't be anybody else arriving,
would there?

No, no. Nobody of cabinet rank.

Well, Frank Panelli's coming in.

Matter of fact,
he should have just landed.

You mean he's not with
the attorney general?

Oh, no, no. He's meeting him.

What if the hit's not
on the attorney general?

What if it's on Frank Panelli?

Am I crazy?

You said yourself, Panelli's the one
that's doing all the digging, right?

That's squeezing.

If anything's possible,
we've got to factor that in.

Everything's set up here.

Yeah, but Panelli's naked, though.

That could be him now.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey ! Hold on !
- I'm a cop ! I'm a cop !

I got to get inside.
Let me trough.

I got to get inside !

Get down !

What the hell's going on?

Just stay low, stay low.

You in the hangar.
The building is surrounded.

Throw down your weapons and come out
with your hands away from your body.

I've got a hostage!

Get your men away from that
Sesta or I wake this guy!

Now I'm taking off and he's
taking off with me. Move!

All right.

We'll give you safe
passage to the plane.

And you've been cleared for takeoff.

But don't harm the hostage.

That's it, pal.

Nice and slow.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

I'm *** I work here!

Throw down the gun!

Now! Throw it down!

Hey, I thought you lost it there, brah.

Heh, heh, heh.

- No, I, uh, I knew the face.
- Yeah.

Never in doubt, huh?

No, never in doubt.

Obviously, these past several days
did you a world of good.

Oh, you think so, huh?

Well, look at you.
You're fit.

You're tan.

You've lost a little weight.

- Well, you look pretty good yourself.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, yes, I, uh, heh, yeah.

Where are you going?

Well, I got a few more
days left of vacation.

Oh, well, no problem at all.

No problem.
I'll see you when you get back.

Jake?

Where are you going?

Glacier National Park.

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