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Kimo, get the laundry chute.

Freeze.

You want something here, McGarrett?

Yeah, I wanted to arrest your son for attempted homicide and armed robbery,

but maybe I better call in for an ambulance first.

An ambulance won't help.

He's dead.

My son is dead, McGarrett.

Dead, and you killed him.

No, Vashon, no.

I shot him.

You killed him.

You and his grandfather a long time ago.

So you'll know I'm Vachon.

Do I know your Hayward?

Silly door says I am. Do you know his handwriting?

All right. We're each who we say we are.

Done.

Done.

The kind of businessman you seem to be, why do you kill for a living?

You meet more interesting people.

Nice to have met you, Mr. Vachon.

What do you mean, nice to meet me?

Because we won't meet each other again.

I'm not to know your arrangements?

You hired me to murder McGarrett.

That's all that's necessary for you to know.

How do I know if it's done?

Listen to the 11 o'clock news ten days from now.

Why did you come to Honolulu, Mr. Hayward?

To kill McGarrett.

Had you a personal grievance against Mr. McGarrett?

I'd never met the man before.

I was hired to murder McGarrett.

Hired? By whom?

The defendant, Honoré Vachon.

Will the defendant please rise?

Honoré Vachon, you have been found guilty of conspiring to cause the death

of Stephen McGarrett.

The court sentences you to the maximum penalty permitted by law.

Ten years in state prison.

Court is adjourned.

Two down, John.

Marguerite? The girls?

The family is well and they miss you.

Has there been any development?

I found the man.

How much can you tell me? His name is Sullivan.

He'll be released next Wednesday.

He has the anger already.

Good. But he's going to need the persuasion we talked about.

Versace will bring him to me.

Is it safe at the house now?

But Garrett's court order has expired.

He's been forced to remove the wiretaps. It's safe. Tell me this, uh, Sullivan.

What kind of man is he?

As Chris used to say, a born loser.

Kill McGarrett?

Sure, sure.

Just like that.

Just like that.

For money.

A lot of money.

Nobody's got that much money.

Believe me, Mr. Sullivan, I have.

Your son said that you had a job for me, but I'm sorry.

No, thanks.

Sullivan.

Was my son wrong? He said you hated McGarrett.

Well, not that much.

Even though he tried to stop your parole?

Even though he personally went before the board and testified against you, you

only made it by one vote, you know?

Look, Mr. Vachon, if you're saying would I like to see McGarrett dead, yeah, I

would.

I've been sent up three times for pushing, and McGarrett put me away all

three times.

But that doesn't mean I'm gonna kill a cop, let alone that cop.

I'm sorry, Mr. Vachon, but I think I'll go now.

Okay?

Of course.

And in 24 hours, McGarrett will have you arrested for possession of narcotics.

What's that?

You didn't think he'd really let it end there, did you?

He always gets what he's after, and at the moment, he's after you. He wants you

back in prison, and he won't stop until you're back in prison.

Oh, I'm clean. He can't bust me.

There are 15 grams of heroin in your apartment at this very moment.

That's impossible.

I only got out this afternoon.

It was put there yesterday on McGarrett's orders while your wife was

at the market.

In a few hours, again on McGarrett's orders.

The narcotics squad will raid your apartment and they'll find the hidden

drugs. When you're finally released from prison this time, you'll be a very, very

old man.

Is this...

Is this on a level?

McGarrett's framing me?

How do you know all this?

I know because I make it my business to know everything that goes on in these

islands that may be useful to me.

Go home now, Sullivan. Go home. And if you search your apartment thoroughly,

you'll find I'm telling you the truth. Then, if you care to, come back and

we'll continue our discussion.

Yeah. Yeah.

If this is on a level...

We didn't hide it too carefully, Tasaki.

We do want him to find it.

He'll find it.

What's this?

Expense item. State of Hawaii. Owes me 50 bucks.

Yeah, better be good. Joe Okudo.

What's that old weasel got that's worth 50 bucks?

A real estate item.

Feeling a little crowded where you're living now, Steve?

2550 Diamond Hill Road is up for sale.

Asking price is $385,000.

Vashon's place is for sale? Old Nick is moving out? And selling out.

They're passing the word along Robbers Row that everything is up for sale.

Gambling, protection, prostitution, loan sharking, the works.

You can buy the whole thing or pick the piece you want.

Dominic Vashon is smashing it for cash.

You figure it.

Well, his son is in prison.

His grandson is dead.

Looks like he's retiring.

I think he's saying you've won. You've cracked the Vashon Empire.

No, Dono, no, I can't buy that.

Sure, Honore's in jail. His grandson is dead.

But old Nick blames me for both.

Now, do you think for one minute he's going to rest until he's had his

revenge? No.

No, Dono, we haven't won.

Not until old Nick is in jail or dead.

Okay, Steve, you figure it.

The only thing I can figure is that old fox is up to something.

So I was right.

Two narcs busted in on us an hour ago, and they went straight to the stash.

They knew all right. They'll be back.

McGarrett won't give up.

He'll try again.

Sooner or later, he'll get you.

Unless, of course, somebody gets him first.

You got something in mind? A way to do it?

A plan.

A good plan. Will it get away from me?

Yeah.

I'm your man.

Steve. Steve McGarrett.

Hi, Counselor. I saw you sitting in there. Oh, yes. Yawning.

Apparently you had enough of the speech-making, too. Well, something came

up at the office. I've got to get back.

Then I have a brief to prepare.

I'm pleased our district attorney got the award this year, aren't you?

Yeah, Manicot's a good man. I'm very happy for him. Will you excuse me? Are

you parked downstairs?

Yes. I am, too.

Where's your car?

Right over there.

Excuse me, Jim. Excuse me, please.

What happened? One second. Let me through, please.

What is it?

Excuse me, please. Step back. Please, step back.

Mr. McGarrett.

Yeah, I know.

Who works here? Here.

Get an ambulance, HPD, and call my office, please.

Jim, keep him back. Get that crowd back. Yes, sir.

Everybody back now. Come on, come on. Everybody back, please.

Jim, got the key. Lock this elevator up. Yes, sir.

You're the house physician?

Yes, I am. The clerk just caught me as I came in the door.

He's dead.

Jim, the gun. Give it to me.

What?

His gun. Didn't you pick it up?

No, sir. There was no gun.

Excuse me?

He had a gun in his hand. There was no time to... He didn't have a gun when he

got up here?

No, sir.

Just him.

Who was standing here when these doors opened, please? Did anybody see a gun on

the floor? Who was standing here? Yes.

Did you see a gun?

Please. Please answer me. It's very important. Did you see a gun? No. No, I

didn't. Did anybody see a gun?

What happened?

A drug pusher named Sullivan tried to gun me down.

With what?

Mr. Drew.

You saw this man fire at me in the garage.

No, I didn't.

Suddenly you knocked me down. That's all I know. But you heard shots.

Oh, yes.

I heard shots.

Then how come there's no gun?

Mr. McGarrett, I have your office on the phone.

Excuse me.

Needless trick of the week. Fire at a man without a gun.

Dono, I'm down at the Ilikay. Freddie Sullivan just tried to gun me down.

Get a crew over here. We've got three slugs and a gun to find.

Right. On the double.

Well, how did it go?

Exactly as planned.

Sullivan's weapon. Where is it? He was found to be unarmed.

We've got him.

A cousin of mine was present and he wondered about Sullivan not having a

gun. Loudly?

He was heard.

A nice touch, Tosaki.

I'm in your cousin's debt.

Now we move on.

Tomorrow you'll bring Mrs. Sullivan to see me. Yes, Mr.

Vachon.

He fired three shots.

And missed.

It's hard not to when you're shooting blanks.

They won't find any gun.

They won't find any slugs.

Just think of it, Tosaki.

McGarrett has murdered an unarmed man.

Your two bullets entered there, Steve.

Doc. The man was dead by the time I got up to the lobby. That was less than 90

seconds. Now, you don't die that fast from two slugs in the abdomen.

You do from that one, Steve.

It severed the abdominal aorta, cut off all supply of blood to his heart. He

could have been dead by the time he finished falling over.

He must have crouched when you fired at him. Yes, he did.

He did. I fired at his arm and his leg.

If he hadn't ducked... Bad break, Steve.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can't get a dead man to tell you how he got rid of the gun that fast.

Thanks, Doc.

I suppose you've seen the paper this morning, Steve.

I saw it.

It infers I shot and killed an unarmed man.

I didn't.

We've had about 50 phone calls into the office already this morning.

Maybe a dozen telegrams from the neighbor islands.

About what?

Oh, what you'd expect.

Trigger-happy cops, police brutality.

Is the district attorney's office going to whitewash the case because it was

McGarrett? What about the three slugs he fired?

In a garage like that, John, they could have ricocheted almost any place.

They could be embedded in a car tire. They could have gone through the open

window of a car and lodged in the upholstery.

A lot of cars in the garage at that time. We're trying to trace them now,

but it's not easy.

What about witnesses?

Have you any definite statements from anyone who saw Sullivan with a weapon?

One.

Well, at least that's something. That's me.

This could turn into a pretty lousy situation.

Mr. Drew was right beside me all the time.

But as I said last night, I was facing away.

I wish, I sincerely wish I could say I saw the man holding a gun and firing at

you, but I... Why do you think I pushed you down?

But you can say that you heard shots. You said so last night.

Yes, I did hear shots.

Harvey, that's very important, especially if that gun is not found.

The fact that more than two shots were fired is acceptable evidence that the

gun existed.

How many shots did you hear?

Was it more than two?

Oh, yes.

I can say clearly and undeniably, and under oath, if need be, that more than

two shots were fired.

Mrs. Sullivan, Mr. Dominic Vachon.

Please sit down, young lady.

I deeply appreciate your agreeing to talk with me.

You don't say no when Dominic Vachon wants to see you.

To begin with...

I deeply regret the death of your husband.

Thanks.

That cop had it in for Fred.

If there was any justice, they'd nail him good.

What are you going to do?

I heard on the TV that the D.A. says he believes McGarrett's story.

How about my husband firing first?

Now, how could he fire first if he didn't have no gun? Now,

the fuzz all stick together, don't they?

Tell me, could you make use of $5,000?

$5,000?

Well, what do I have to do for it?

Pay a short visit to the editor of the Morning Telegraph.

I'll tell you what to say when you get there.

I don't know where they dug her up, Steve, but she's making a three

-handkerchief case out of this.

All about how Sullivan was a model prisoner and how you tried to louse up

his parole.

Does it happen to mention the fact that he was convicted three times of the same

offense? Pushing junk to high school kids?

That's why I tried to prevent his getting paroled again.

No, but it says that somebody, somebody, implying 5-0, of course, planted

narcotics in their apartment and then staged a raid in an attempt to throw him

back into jail. That's bull, John.

That's plain bull.

Nobody from 5-0 was near his apartment.

Steve. How did you happen to leave the banquet just at that time, when you run

into Sullivan?

Oh, I'm glad you asked.

I got this message from the hotel switchboard that Ben Kapoor needed me at

the office.

Immediately. Urgent.

Message was a phony.

Now I'd like to ask you one. How come Sullivan was in that garage at that very

moment? According to her, waiting for you.

Yeah, you bet he was, with a gun.

She says no.

She says that he just wanted to talk to you.

He just wanted to ask you to stop hassling him.

He'd read you'd be at the banquet and... John, how could he know what level my

car was parked on?

You think he guessed at that? Come on.

You don't believe any of this stuff, do you?

No. No, of course not.

But listen, Steve, we gotta face it. Your version of what happened cannot be

substantiated.

Look, you and I believe in only one thing, right? Facts, not assertions.

Facts. The fact is that Sullivan fired at me three times.

The fact is that no gun and no bullets can be found.

Harvey Drew heard the shots?

Well, that's the only card you're gonna have in your hand, Steve, when it comes

to testimony on the stand.

Testimony.

I see.

You have to go after an indictment.

What else can I do, Steve?

Another thing. Do it.

Steve. John, you took an oath.

You realize the indictment I'm going to have to ask for?

Yeah.

Murder, too.

Yeah, that's right.

Second-degree murder.

Go after it, John. I want you to. If there's even a hint of a whitewash, all

that I've ever stood for as a cop will be wiped out.

No, no, I want this trial.

I need it.

Steve, the evidence is formidable.

So is truth.

John, don't worry about it.

I'm prepared to rely on due process.

There were two slugs in Sullivan.

Harvey drew, heard more than two shots fired at me. First, before I returned

the fire.

Now, that's self-defense.

And Harvey Drew is the original unimpeachable witness.

Do you think that anybody's gonna doubt the word of Harvey Matheson Drew?

No.

A second-degree murder indictment against Steve McGarrett... Turn that

thing up.

...has just been handed down by a grand jury meeting at this hour.

McGarrett's trial date has been set for the 23rd of this month.

But despite 5-0's exhaustive search, no trace of the weapon allegedly used by

the dead man was uncovered.

Yeah, that's right.

And do you tell this court, Mr. Williams, that you were absolutely

unable to discover even one bullet of the ones allegedly fired at Mr.

McGarrett by Mr. Sullivan?

That is correct.

You say you had a clear view of the entire elevator and you were there

within seconds of the door opening.

Now, sir, can you tell this court, did you at any time see a gun in or near

that elevator?

No, sir.

I didn't see a gun anyplace.

Thank you. No further questions.

Your Honor, the people rest.

Mr. Berman?

Your Honor, the defense intends to call only one witness.

Mr. Drew, how many shots did you hear fired?

Two? More than two?

More than two.

How many more than two?

One more? Two more?

More than one.

Three? Four?

I'd say, I think, three more.

You said you heard five shots altogether.

Two fired by Mr. McGarrett, and three more fired.

And that's my recollection of the incident, yes.

Thank you.

Mr.

Drew, would you tell us again where this happened?

Why, in the garage in the Ilikay Hotel.

In the garage?

And, Mr. Drew, in that garage were cars entering and leaving it?

Well, I suppose there were, yes.

Cars in motion, cars with their engines running.

There probably were, yes.

Mr. Drew, have you ever heard the sound of an automobile backfiring?

Yes.

Has the sound of an automobile backfiring ever seemed to you like the

sound of gunshots?

Well, there's a similarity.

Yes, of course.

Mr. Drew, can you be absolutely certain that those shots that you say you

heard... Those extra three shots, those shots allegedly fired from a gun, the

existence of which cannot be proven.

Can you be absolutely sure that they were shots at all and not the backfiring

of an automobile?

No.

No, I can't be absolutely sure.

They could have been the backfiring of a car.

I'm sorry, Steve.

John, you did what you had to.

But Steve drew your own witness. He folded up.

Yes,

he did, didn't he?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the bailiff please bring the verdict to the bench?

The defendant would please rise.

The defendant, Stephen McGarrett, is found guilty of murder in the second

degree.

Your Honor, I hereby give oral notice of appeal.

Continued on bail.

Pending appeal.

Courts adjourned.

We'll start again, Steve. We'll make the appeal work, Steve.

Yeah.

Thanks, Jim. I'll be all right.

Thank you.

Did you want something, McGarrett?

My house is for sale, but I don't think I want to sell it to you.

I wouldn't want your house even if I could afford it.

I want to know why you were in court yesterday.

To see justice done.

And did you?

To my complete satisfaction.

You've been found guilty of murdering an unarmed man.

You've been suspended from your job, stripped of your gun and your badge.

And your right to speed through the night with blinking lights and a little

boy's siren.

Yes, I would say justice has been done.

Your kind of justice.

The frame.

A knife in the back.

My kind.

But I didn't convict you.

The jury of your peers did.

Did I sentence you?

A very respectable judge did.

A close friend prosecuted you. Your own men testified against you.

And an honorable man sat on the witness stand and showed you to be a liar and a

murderer. You know all about that, don't you? Oh, I followed the trial closely,

as did my son, Honoré.

We're both satisfied with the result.

We've only one regret, my son and I, that my grandson, Christopher Vachon,

will never know that his murder has at last been avenged.

All right, you've told me all I need to know.

McGarrett, not all.

I'm wondering if you're looking forward to spending a number of years in prison.

The same prison with my son Honoré and all the others you've sent there.

I'm wondering how long you think your sentence will be.

Five years? Ten?

Twenty?

I'm going to tell you.

Until they find you dead one morning in your cell.

Thanks, Doc.

All yours, Steve.

Try and pretend you're having a nice, overdue vacation.

Thanks, Doc.

Nice place to sweat out an appeal.

Expecting a visitor?

Yes, I am.

Hello, John.

I guess you have things to go over.

I'll get back to the lab.

Make yourself at home, Steve.

You did say no whitewash.

I sure didn't get one, did I, John?

Okay.

Thanks for coming.

Well, when Danny told me about that meeting with old Nick, I thought we'd

better get right at it.

What do you think?

All right. The points you raised.

A, is it possible Vachon could have engineered a conspiracy against you?

Yeah, it's possible.

B, those missing bullets.

Well, as you say, Steve. Has to be.

Blanks. Some kind of blanks. Sound and no slugs. Yeah, probably.

See, you've got to show at least some possible way that the gun could have

been made to disappear.

That's not easy.

No, I know it isn't.

Okay, what else?

But, Steve, even if the mechanics of it could all be worked out, the testimony

that really convicted you, that couldn't possibly be part of the mechanics.

Harvey Drew.

Yeah, Harvey Drew.

He's the most respected attorney in Honolulu.

You know, there's already a movement going to run him for the U.S. Senate.

John's right, Steve.

If old Nick sets you up for this, the key witness would have to be somebody on

his team.

Harvey Matheson Drew?

Yeah, Harvey Matheson Drew.

If I were old Nick setting this up, who better than Harvey Matheson Drew to

drive the nails in my coffin?

Old Nick couldn't just ask him to do it. No, he wouldn't ask him. He'd tell him.

To tell him, he'd have to own him.

Possible, isn't it?

John...

How do I stand legally?

I'm suspended.

Can I ask my staff to do things for me?

Well, not exactly.

While you're a convicted man looking for new evidence to overturn the verdict,

you can ask the authorities to help you in developing that evidence.

Okay, okay.

Gentlemen, from here on in, I'm asking you for your help.

Chin, Harvey Matheson Drew. I want to know all about him. Dig deeply.

Now, if Drew does not cooperate, can we get a court order to go through his

records? I'll try.

Tano.

Chin.

Ben.

The gun.

I want to know what happened to that gun. We've gone through that elevator

thoroughly.

Now tear it apart.

Please, that is.

What do you think, Chuck? Can it be done?

35 seconds?

There's only one way to find out. Let's give it a try.

Okay, here we go.

Ready.

Go.

Shot.

Was it a close call getting the hatch closed before these doors opened? Had

time to spare.

How much time?

Eight, maybe ten seconds.

Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

With time to spare? Right. From there on in, he's home free.

All he has to do is stay on top of the elevator until the coast is clear.

Then when everybody's gone, he drops back down into the elevator and gets off

of the fifth floor, tenth floor, anywhere, walks away.

And you say Chuck did it with time to spare?

Eight or ten seconds, he said.

Why?

Dano, assuming I was supposed to shoot Sullivan the way I did, now, Old Nick

could not be sure I could kill him.

That's right. Old Nick would figure you to try to disable him, not kill him.

Yeah, yeah. So we had to make sure Sullivan was dead so that Sullivan could

not link him to the shooting.

Now, what if the same man who was supposed to nip down and get Sullivan's

gun was also supposed to make sure Sullivan was dead instantly?

There's no time for a pulse or to hold a mirror up to his mouth.

He had to do something to him lethal, right then and there, make sure he was

dead, in case I hadn't killed him. Doctor, an autopsy. Yeah, and both the

bullets were mine. And one of them clearly might have been the cause of

death. But he did not look for an alternative cause, Daniel. No, we've got

to get that body out of the ground for another autopsy.

Thanks, Doc.

Thanks. You're a lifesaver. And I mean that literally.

Yeah.

Okay.

The guy we're looking for. The one who rode the elevator?

He should be strong and agile, operates like a cat burglar.

We'll add one more characteristic.

Who do we know who's capable of swift murder?

Could be two or three guys, maybe.

Of course, they never use guns. They like to work quietly.

Garrotte, knife.

How about a needle?

Because Doc said someone drove one six inches into Sullivan's brain through his

left ear.

Now we know what to look for.

Okay, guys, get going, huh?

We're trying to locate Mr. Drew. His secretary says he's away on vacation.

She doesn't know where to reach him, but that you might know.

Well, of course I know, but I'd just as soon not disturb him.

Well, it's quite important that we reach him.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll keep her another week. Goodbye.

Yeah.

We're looking for a cat burglar that might have gotten very rich very

suddenly last week.

Who fits that?

That's a funny one.

Make me chuckle.

Spider Brown.

One day he's in a beanpot crying poor mouth in his beer.

A couple of days later he's wearing shiny shoes and flashing an inch of tens

and twenties.

Do you see where he got the role from?

That's where it stopped being funny all of a sudden.

The name he mentioned, you just don't kick around.

You want your health for the rest of your life.

Three days later, no more Spider Brown.

You're telling me he disappeared, Sam?

I'm telling you, Spider is gone, along with his shiny shoes and stack of

Krispies. Who is the name he mentioned?

It's the one, like I say, you just don't mention.

Joe, you never mention.

You don't have to.

We'd like to look at his back appointment book for the past year.

All his phone messages, list of visitors and clients, all his bills, paid and

unpaid, and his canceled checks during the same period.

You got that, miss?

Yes, but why?

That's a court order.

Yes, but can't you tell me what this is about?

Is that Mr. Drew's office?

Yes. When you get it all together, bring it in there.

Nothing here you'd be ashamed to show your mother.

Pays his bills, pays his taxes, even answers all his phone calls.

What about these?

Raiseback. If he's a client, he doesn't pay his fees.

No mention of him here.

This is raiseback.

Run it through the HPD computer.

Miss, did you take these messages?

Yes. Mr. Raisbeck called two or three times a day for about five days.

And the only message was to call back?

Yes, sir.

He's not a client? No.

Did he leave a number?

Well, every time I'd ask him, he'd say that Mr. Drew knew his number.

You have no record of Mr. Drew returning his calls?

No, sir, he never did.

Not in the office.

You have a notation here on incoming calls list for the 13th that Mr.

Raisbeck called when Mr. Drew was in. Did Mr. Drew speak to him?

No, he didn't.

He, uh, told me to tell Mr. Raisbeck that he was out of town and would call

him when he got back.

I've never known Mr. Drew to do that before.

These calls.

How did Mr. Raisbeck take Mr. Drew's refusal to speak with him?

Well, at first he sounded afraid.

Up until this last one on the 14th.

How did he sound then?

Angry.

Threatening. Danny.

Thank you.

Anything? Yeah, something.

Bobby Raisbeck.

Possession sale of marijuana.

Tried June 14th. Convicted.

Serving one to five while prison.

Maybe he just wanted a lawyer.

Well, he didn't get Drew.

No, according to HPD, he had to sell before a public defender.

Chin, let's see where this Bobby Razbeck lives when he's not doing time.

You've got to sell an awful lot of grass to pay these rents, Chin.

Raisbeck. Robert.

Block H, cell 18.

Look up Henri Vachon, please.

Vachon's in block H, cell 20.

We never have to look anything up on Henri Vachon. We know.

Thank you.

Steve, let us lay this out for you.

This Bobby Raisbeck lives in a $500 a month apartment on Palm.

He's got a closet full of expensive clothes, a chest of drawers full of $25

sports shirts.

And no bank account.

We talked to the manager of the building. The rent's been paid for a

year in advance, in cash.

Phone electricity turned off just sitting there.

But when they were on, they were paid in cash also.

And you say this raiseback has been in a clink for eight months in the same cell

block with Bastian.

He could be a relative Drew doesn't want anybody to know about.

It could be somebody with something on Drew that could ruin him politically if

it got out.

He could be... what?

It's time Drew told us.

Yeah, all right, Steve.

Yes, I'll do it right away.

Get me Harvey Drew's home, please. I want to speak to Mrs. Drew.

This is Mrs. Drew.

John Monaco. Yes, how are you?

If you're looking for Harvey, I'm afraid he's still out of town. And I really

can't give you his number. He's still resting.

All right, Mrs. Drew, I'd very much appreciate it.

If you could reach him wherever he is and tell him I have to talk to him about

Bobby Raisbeck.

Bobby Raisbeck?

Yes, Mr. Manicott. I will call and tell him.

Goodbye.

John, I just got your message. Please don't jump to any conclusions.

Bobby!

They made me come here.

Made you?

Who made you talk to Vashon?

Do you know what you've done?

I called you a hundred times. You never called back.

You knew you weren't to call me at the office.

I was in trouble.

That's your affair.

I told you not to count on me in case you got in trouble.

I've got a career to think about.

Not anymore.

McGarrett, this nephew of mine's been a headache ever since... He's not your

nephew, Mr. Drew. We know who he is.

Our man has been at his apartment...

Or should I say yours? We know the whole story.

Is this what you wanted to do to me?

I got busted selling a couple of joints to a guy.

And my dearest friend, the biggest lawyer in Honolulu, wouldn't even answer

the phone when I called.

You're getting what's coming to you, you old queen.

Shut up!

Okay, Simpson.

Take him out.

You gotta have friends in a place like that.

You know what happens to you if you don't have friends?

A guy like me?

After you let me down, I had to have someone on the inside.

They told me to talk to Vashon, and after that, I'd have all the friends I

needed. And I need friends.

Get him out of here.

Jennifer and the children.

What happens to them?

I'm sorry for your wife and children, Mr. Drew.

But you were ready to burn me, weren't you?

Mr. McGarrett, I had to do what Vashon told me to do.

Everything was at stake.

My practice, my life, my future.

It'd all be ruined.

So you perjured yourself on the witness stand. It's all ruined anyway.

I see.

Thank you for warning me, Tosaki.

Oh, I'm sure they're on their way here now.

Too bad, huh?

We thought we had a foolproof plan and we were wrong. Well, we're all entitled

to one mistake, aren't we, mon ami?

At least McGarrett won't enjoy his final triumph. He will not arrest this Vachon,

I promise you.

So, goodbye, and Tosaki, don't feel bad.

You served my son and me with great devotion, and we thank you, both of us.

Goodbye.

You may show them in here.

I know why you're here, McGarrett.

Then we don't have to waste any time.

No, let's not do that. I quite agree with you. Careful, McGarrett.

It may only have blanks in it again.

You wouldn't want to kill another unarmed man.