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The kids found him.

Anything on him? This.

Better than 3,000. It's a miracle he didn't get rolled.

Prince J. McCoy, Miami Beach, Florida.

Francis J.

Yeah. French McCoy.

One of Big Uncle's top men.

Well, that's what the ID says. Let's see if the face matches.

Kimo, have the boys bring him in. Yes, sir.

French McCoy doesn't take vacations. When he travels, it's strictly for

business, and his business is looking over new territory for Big Uncle to move

into. Only the territory around here has already been divided up. Yeah.

I'd say that was the message somebody's trying to get back to Big Uncle in

Miami.

Murdered, set up for everybody to see with his identification and money on

him. Private property.

Keep out.

Yeah, I wonder how Big Uncle is going to take this.

Yeah, it's French McCoy, all right.

Stab wounds in the chest.

I bet he can't tell us who stuck the knife into him.

Maybe he has.

I know my rights.

And one of them is not to be felled by this fat-handed oriental.

Tassie, haven't you heard?

All men are brothers.

Okay, but up against the wall.

He's clean.

Not any longer.

Oh, it's against the law now to play pool, is it?

No, only to stick knives in French McCoy.

Let's go.

In case you hadn't noticed, one of you sank the cue ball.

Lipo speaking.

Yes.

One moment.

Uncle?

This is Lee Wing speaking.

This is very disturbing.

Yet I am in your debt for letting me know so promptly.

Goodbye.

The idiot.

What was the good of last night?

We could have been at the movies.

Now what do we do?

Yes, yes, right away.

Take a lesson from me, kids.

You start doing business with idiots, you end up with a business run by

idiots.

I wonder how McGarrett nailed him.

Get the picture, Tussie?

No little finger.

When strangers talk to me, they call me Tanwasa.

In your language, it means chief.

But we're not strangers, Tussie.

And that is an old Samoan custom, isn't it?

When a messenger arrives from a rival chief and the news he brings isn't what

you want to hear, you kill him? Cut off his little finger and send it back to

the rival chief as a warning?

Where's McCoy's little pinky?

In an airmail envelope on the way to Big Uncle in Miami?

I do not practice the superstitions of my ancestors, McGarren.

I did not kill that man.

Also, I have lawyers, and now I would like to call them.

You have lawyers?

Big Uncle has soldiers.

He winds them up, points them, says kill, and they kill.

What good are lawyers gonna be to a dead man?

How many soldiers does he have, McGarren?

Hmm?

As many as I have cousins and brothers?

Not a chance.

I'm not gonna do you any favors.

Oh, to arrest me would be a favor.

That's right.

In jail, you're safe. Out on the street, you'd never know when one of Big Uncle's

infantry's gonna pick you up.

Now, when that finger gets back to Miami, you're a marked man, Tussie.

Think about it.

Okay, Chief, you can go.

Oh, in order to aid the man that you will send to follow me, I'll go at once

to my bowling alley.

I'll not go visit that stupid Jap, or that powdery Chinaman, or the

gook slob.

Wait a minute.

This is Hawaii, USA.

It's time for your English lesson. Repeat slowly after me.

Japanese, Chinese, Korean.

Now you know what you can do with your English lesson, McGarrett.

Everybody count your fillings.

Are those lizard shoes he wears, or does he go barefooted?

Hmm.

So it's a declaration of war.

You heard him.

Does Big Uncle have more soldiers than he has brothers and cousins?

Well, they're not gonna turn this island into their battlefield.

Chin, what do you hear from the lab?

Well, they're still trying to place the time of death.

Check the alibis of, uh, Lee Wing and of Fuso.

Kim Lo Lang and a friend with the Lizard's Feet for that time.

OK. Dono, pack a bag. You're going to Miami.

Check in with Chief Mahoney down here. Find out anything you can about Big

Uncle. And I'm particularly interested to know what his reaction is when he

finds out his number one boy is wiped out.

Right, Steve.

Come on, Kono.

We're going to pay a visit.

To whom?

The, uh, Pottery China.

And lock up those dogs. If they bite me, they're gonna get rabies.

You know, of course, my nephew, Li Po.

I know all of you are nephews, Lee Wang.

Did you know that French McCoy was in town?

I did not.

Do you know who he is?

Of course.

But I was not aware he was here in Honolulu.

Did you know he had been murdered?

Not knowing he was here, how would I know he had been murdered?

Then you didn't see him while he was in town.

As I was unaware of his presence here, how could I have seen him?

Did you know that French McCoy... He doesn't know anything.

He just told you that four times.

Is there a prize for five times, Mr. McGarrett?

If not, get off his back.

I must apologize for my nephew's outburst. I am sure that he himself is

now full of remorse at his unseemly behavior.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

French McCoy's little finger was cut off.

That is obscene.

Would you know anyone who'd do anything like that?

Mr. McGarrett, how would I, a man of many years living in modest retirement,

know any... Let me lay it out for you, Lee Wayne.

You know better than I do that all the dope, prostitution, extortion, gambling,

and refugee smuggling in these islands is controlled by four families. Yours,

Afuso's, Kim Luoyang's... and tassies.

Now, you've divided the territory into four parts.

And so long as each of you remain on his side of the street, there's a truce

between you.

That is only a conjecture I must be permitted to deny.

You can deny anything you wish. You can also deny that you've made such a good

thing about it, that Big Uncle wants a piece of the action.

Maybe all of it.

So he sent French McCoy down here.

to case the place.

And one of you four stuck a knife in him and set him up for a lighthouse, a

lighthouse that Big Uncle would see all the way back to Miami.

Now, one of you is a fool, because whoever stuck a knife in

him declared war on the boss of bosses on the mainland.

And in a war between Big Uncle and you four Bushleaguers, Who do you think is

going to get wiped out?

Huh?

So if you and your associates and all your family don't want to end up dead,

maybe you'd better tell me who hit French McCoy.

See you.

You too, nephew.

Was my outburst unwise, Uncle?

It was exquisitely timed.

McCarrid's questions were becoming difficult not to answer.

The young Samoan worries me.

He has not been arrested, yet McCarrid seems to think that it was he who

committed the murder.

And it was he who at yesterday's meeting insisted that McCoy be killed.

We must meet again.

Immediately.

You will present my most solicitous greetings to our three unfriendly allies

and tell them that I expect them here at once to discuss a matter of grave,

mutual concern.

Hey, second banana.

Anybody here yet?

I'm afraid somebody's going to heist your car.

Listen, you.

I've got to talk to you at the meeting, then I'll talk to you.

But you want to be social with me.

Forget it.

Social?

Why, I bet you even put water in your sake.

Gentlemen, my uncle sends his compliments and wonders if you'll join

him and the Tanavasa in the library.

You know what we come here for?

Let's get it over with fast. I'm in the middle of inventory.

Gentlemen, I do not wish to force my hospitality on you for

one instant beyond your requirements of it. If any of you wish to partake of

some refreshment... Look, can we just cut it out?

I'm in the middle of inventory.

You're supposed to be talking about this McCoy, right?

And who killed him?

Well, let's talk about it.

McGarrett pulled you in.

How come you're out so fast?

I told him I didn't do it.

So how come he nailed you in the first place?

I guess it was my time.

There was also a clue.

of a substantive nature.

What's that mean in American?

The body had been mutilated.

Mutilated?

That's terrible.

The mutilation referred to was the amputation of a little finger, a custom

I understand that is not unknown among certain Samoans.

What did you do?

make a deal with McGarrett to pin the mud on me?

I do not make deals with policemen.

Without accusing you of anything, my young friend, it is nevertheless true

that when we learned of McCoy's presence here, it was you who very strongly and

volubly urged that he be murdered.

Well, then when you all started shaking like little girls going...

Skinny dipping the first time, I said, all right!

We'll just talk to him.

We won't touch him.

Which was agreed to by all of us.

Including you.

And kept by me.

Now, Tanduvasa doesn't, uh...

dirty his mouth lying to cruds and foreigners.

I didn't kill this man.

But when I find the one who did and then insulted my

ancestors by imitating a noble custom, so,

yeah.

There's the one I'll kill.

Tanuvasa Tasi is leaving.

Please see him safely through the gate.

Thank you.

He did it, that punk.

Now we're all up the creek.

24 hours from now, we'll be street fighting with Big Uncle's soldiers.

And I'm in the middle of inventory.

You have precisely outlined the danger we all face.

Unless we can demonstrate to Big Uncle that we are as appalled at this act as

he must be, he will naturally conclude that we were a part of the murder.

What if we send word that it was the Samoan that did it?

Big Uncle sends his soldiers to wipe out Tassie, and we're in the clear.

And Big Uncle is left in control of the Samoans' operation.

It would be most unwise to permit him so convenient a foothold here.

No, there is only one way to handle this matter.

Well, what is it then?

Hey, Sukiyaki.

He's saying we take care of Tassie ourselves.

Great. Then we end up fighting Tassie's family.

How are we better off?

Tassie murdered his own cousin to become chief.

His whole family fears and detests him.

I do not foresee more than a...

token protest at his removal.

And with that removal, we will demonstrate to Big Uncle our disapproval

for McCoy's death, also suggesting that we neither need nor would welcome Big

Uncle here in the islands.

OK.

Who makes the hit?

You got to volunteer.

You are most kind.

I am sure, my young friend, the day will come when the name of Kim Lo Lang will

be spoken of with awe.

But at this moment, youthful exuberance must give way to sober experience.

The execution of Tossie is no ordinary execution.

Only one chance is permitted, and there must but be a moment for miscalculation.

We must look to someone a little more thoughtful at this particular instance.

Who have you got in mind?

Someone who, in all the years I have known him, has never made an impetuous

move.

What have we got, Chin? French McCoy. Got in yesterday afternoon on 8.30 out

of L.A.

He had a reservation, um...

At the surf's end, wired from Miami the day before.

For how long?

Three days.

Three days? Yeah.

Three days isn't a vacation.

Three days a fishing trip.

Oh, Garrett.

Yeah, Dono?

Yeah.

We... Can you hear me?

We've got a bad connection, Dono. Speak louder, will you?

When did he leave Miami?

What time is the flight from L.A., Dano? Do you know?

No, no, stay there. Keep digging.

Well, next to nothing is about twice as much as we've come up with.

Yeah.

Take it easy, Dano. Aloha.

Jake Hirsch is on his way.

Big Uncle's Top Gun? Yeah.

He's due here at 3.30 this afternoon.

Pick Tossie up.

On what charge?

Suspicion of murder.

The only way we're going to prevent a gang war is to have Tossie locked up and

safe during the time it takes us to get to the airport, turn Jake around, and

head him back to the mainland.

Why should I come to your warehouse, Afuso?

It smells.

Then hold your nose while you're here.

I've got something to say to you.

And you only need your ears for that.

What can you say to me?

I could tell you who's trying to pin McCoy's murder on you.

Hey,

why are you doing me this favor?

It's no favor.

He frames you for something today, he could frame me for something tomorrow.

I don't like that kind of work.

It's no good business for anybody.

When shall I come to your warehouse, Afuso?

Well, I'm doing inventory now.

And then I've got to go across town to meet some retailers.

After business hours.

Say six o'clock, the gates will be open.

I'll be there at six.

So, you've been telling me the truth, huh?

I only tell lies when it's a good long-term investment.

It gets tricky.

You got too many things to remember when you tell lies.

You're not completely the idiot I always thought you were.

But what doesn't figure yet is why you want me.

Maybe it's time some of us who ain't 100 years old started thinking about

retiring a few of the granddaddies.

Maybe that retirement should begin this afternoon with the head of the Afusa

family.

Right on, Tanabasi.

Tanabasi.

You got 15 minutes.

I know him. He won't be late.

You two go home.

You don't want to see if the cops come. We know.

What did you say?

I said, if you want a bargain in dead beef, get to Pier 25 in 15

minutes.

Pier 25?

The speedometer goes to 120.

Couldn't get it past 90. Tell Ralph Nader, out!

Put your hands behind your head.

Who's on the other end of this finger, Plessy?

You might have known him.

Big Japanese warrior.

Might have known.

He's in there.

Dead.

You killed him.

Self-defense.

He tried to gun me down.

Go see for yourself.

Come.

Check it out. Then book him.

Right of one.

I'm on my way to the airport.

Tell Chin to meet me there.

J. Kirsch, you're McGarrett.

Yeah, we got mug photos of you at home.

What are you doing in the islands, Mr. Hirsch?

Chasing little son.

And you're getting on the next plane out of here.

You're telling me I can't stay in Honolulu?

That's right, pal.

I'll leave you there.

Well, you'll violate my First Amendment.

You've got nothing on me.

How about illegal possession of firearms?

Where am I illegally possessing them?

Open.

That's unreasonable search and seizure.

He's memorized the Constitution.

We're not searching it. We're not seizing it.

Open.

That's for protection.

I've been told it's not safe on the streets at night around here.

You'll never find out, my friend.

Next plane up.

Chin, take Mr. Hirsch to the ticket counter.

I've got a round trip.

You think I was going to spend the rest of my life here?

French McCoy did.

Chin? Get him a seat on the next plane. Sit with him till he leaves and watch it

take off.

Right, Steve.

Aloha, Mr. Hurd.

Aloha to you, pal.

And ram it.

Only one thing. Somebody is trying to run 5-0 up a palm tree.

Come on home, Dino.

Thanks.

Jenny, get me the airport and Paige Chin.

He's on the 515, Steve.

It's just taking off.

Well, why the 515? There was a plane out at 4.

He already had a reservation booked on the 515.

He came in at 3.30, and he had a reservation out on the 515?

Come on in. Come on in, Chen.

Kono.

Go get Li Wing and Kim Lu Yang.

I want them here in this office right away.

What are you going to do, boss?

I'm going to tell both of them something one of them already knows.

Okay, this is what I'm going to tell you both, but it's only going to be news to

one of you.

Don't bother to deny it. I just got a phone call from Miami, and these are the

facts, gentlemen.

Either you,

Li Wing, or Yulo Lang... aren't satisfied with your 25% of the action

down here. One of you has gotten greedy and wants it all.

And whichever one of you it is, you're halfway there, right?

You've already gotten Tasi's and Afuso's piece, and now you're ready to muscle in

on each other.

I don't know what you're talking about, McGarrett.

And I must sadly confess neither do I.

One of you took a contract from Big Uncle to hit French McCoy when Big

Uncle sent him over here.

One of you killed him, set him up in the water, cut his finger off to make it

look as though Tassie had done it.

And the next move one of you made was to get Tassie to take care of Afuso.

and make sure that I was there to nail him. Very clever.

Any questions?

Yeah.

Can I get back to my yacht shop?

I hate to miss out on a big sale sitting here listening to this bull.

Yeah, you can go back to your store, and you can go back to your fortress.

But don't forget this, gentlemen.

Whichever of you took care of Tassie and Afuso, the next move is against the one

who didn't.

So keep looking over your shoulder.

If you have any evidence my uncle committed murders, you have to charge

him. And if you don't, you'll have to let him go.

No, I don't, Sonny.

I don't have to do anything at all.

All I have to do is wait for your uncle to kill him or for him to kill your

uncle. Then just pick up the one that's left and thank him for supporting his

local police.

Okay, gentlemen, goodbye. And I do mean goodbye to one of you.

You know, Chin, we've been nibbling away at these four families for years.

Putting an uncle away here, brother there, closing down a brothel,

sending up a few nephews, but always nibbling.

Nibbling.

Never getting a clear shot at the heads of families.

Well, maybe this is our chance.

If we've got the patience to play the same cat and mouse game with them that

they've been playing with each other for years, maybe, just maybe, we can clear

them out once and for all.

Yeah.

Maybe we can.

What do we do?

We wait.

How'd you get him in here? In a helicopter?

Tell each other some jokes for a while, okay?

Pretty good seats.

What do you got, season tickets?

Seemed a salubrious place for a quiet talk.

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Grandpa, what's this quiet little talk gonna be about?

May I begin by asserting that I am not the individual who is seeking to

encroach upon the holdings of his associates.

I covered no additional territory.

You saying it's me, Dad?

I am no longer a young man.

Well, you could have fooled me.

But the years have not been unkind to me.

I have prospered in my various enterprises, and the well from which I

drew my water for so long is far from dry.

Quick me if I'm wrong, Dad.

But you're getting ready to say something.

I am offering all my holdings in the Hawaiian Islands for a suitable price.

You're going to take the money and run, huh?

No.

My grandchildren live in Taiwan.

It has long been my wish to visit them. I think this would be a propitious

opportunity.

Oh.

How much you asking?

A million dollars.

That much?

You're a nut, you know that?

A million dollars.

It was merely an exploratory figure to gauge your reaction.

Perhaps a half a million dollars?

I'm sorry, I have no matches.

A man don't have a match, and he's asking for half a million dollars.

You know, you're not just getting old.

You're getting senile.

My requirements are not extravagant.

Quarter of a million dollars, and my property becomes yours.

Sixteenth of a million?

A 32nd.

You know something, Dad?

You're beautiful.

You shouldn't be up here in the cheap seats doing your act.

You should be on the stage.

I see.

Well, then, I make you my final offer.

For everything I have operated for a considerable profit these past many,

many years,

Will you give me half a dollar?

I wouldn't pay you half a cent.

Your answer was not unexpected.

Good day.

It's 11.30.

I'll take over.

Go to bed, cousin.

Good night. Good night.

All the current is on, uncle.

Everything is secured.

Thank you, my nephew.

I think I may safely go to my bed now, free from the fears of nocturnal

incursions. Good night, lipo.

Good night, uncle.

He's gone to bed.

Go through the billiard room to the front hall.

Upstairs to the second floor.

Third door on the right.

Light switch is just inside on the left.

His bed is across the room, under the windows.

Got it.

I never figured you could.

I dig the side that wins.

It's my side every time.

It's the only side, kid.

Third door, huh?

On the right.

See you.

Who is it?

You disappoint me.

Yeah.

That busts me all up. No kidding.

I took you to be clever.

Yeah. Well, I'm clever enough not to get caught lying in bed.

I brought you something.

A present.

Compliments a big uncle.

I take it this object was once attached to French McCoy.

You got it, Dad.

Whom you killed.

Oh, no.

No, no. Who you killed.

Get it?

There's the proof.

When McGarrett finds you in the morning with a slug in your skull and French

McCoy's pinky pointing at you, that blows this whole dumb theory about

taking over the island.

Hmm?

That little finger says you hit McCoy.

One of Big Uncle's soldiers sneaked over and hit you.

Very ingenious.

And so you undertook the execution of McCoy for Big Uncle.

In return for what, if I may ask?

Hands off the arms, that's what.

I'm out to get it all.

I told him.

If he'd like me to take care of McCoy, he better let me have it all.

And you expect him to abide by that bargain?

Big uncle.

Oh, you've got it all, don't I, Dad?

Alfonso's dead.

Tashi's in jail for killing him.

In a couple of seconds, you're gonna be total too.

Which leaves me with the whole luau.

You know, I don't understand you.

When we walked out of McGarrett's office, you knew it was me.

And when you left that stadium, you knew I wouldn't make a deal.

Now, you had six hours to make a move.

Why didn't you do something?

He did.

Steve. Okay.

Here.

Are you all right, Uncle?

Yes, I'm all right, my nephew.

You lousy chink.

I thought you didn't make deals with cops.

I did it with the greatest reluctance.

Since you refused to make a deal with me, I had no other choice.

My part of the bargain.

One-way plane ticket, Taiwan.

Coach.

Be on it.