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Cab. Hey, who needs a cab, Tiger? Room's only a dime right here. A dime?

$10 and 25 more for me. Well, I have a room with a $48 view of the Pacific

Ocean. Beautiful, but it's off my track.

While you were talking, I thought we were making a pit stop.

Quarter trick?

You're on to a whole bill now.

$100 for just... Oh, I could stay longer if you like me that much, Tiger.

That's my name, baby.

Tiger.

And mine's a...

Hey, hey.

Hey, baby. Another long, old day coming on, darling Harley. We just made it

happen, baby. Made it happen. Hey, this is darling Harley, the mighty Mack.

He's the wise and just king of the cats.

Here's my new sporting lady, man.

What's happening, darling Harley?

You got it, baby.

Yeah, she pulls in three bills a day. Before dinner.

Uh-oh. No, you're saying something, baby.

Watch out, man. You're gonna be driving a jumbo jet before Christmas. Say it,

baby. Say it.

You got some dead presidents for you, honey.

Including a Ben Franklin.

Hey, Jay, baby.

Heard you been doing some explaining to our big syndicate man from uptown,

buddy. Explaining to Lolo?

Hey, this is Jay Paul, baby. You know I ain't gonna be doing no explaining to no

popcorn shucker like Lolo, dig it? Hey,

I told him, you know, the sky ain't raining tricks like it was last year,

dig it? It's hard enough just to try to get by, you know?

Oh,

man, it's reclined with us. The new tax is gonna be 35%.

So I told him, I said, hey, look, you let me know when you get ready to talk

qualified business.

Then I just got up and said, bye-bye, Lolo.

your job, ain't you, baby?

Just another one for your collection, Harley.

Oh, well, I can dig it, baby, and I appreciate it. I mean, I know you boys

in blue got to keep a quota for them Captain Charlie downtown.

The tow truck is right around the corner by the mouth.

Seating, baby, and in a lawful manner.

Lolo, say bye-bye.

All right, J-Paul. Suppose we get a move on.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. When I saw Jay Paul at the stoplight, it looked like his engine had

stalled. A local kid was getting into a car next to him and drove off. What kind

of a car?

A red bug with stinger pipes, mag wheels, and racing slicks. No plates.

And what did the kid look like?

Cane-feel type.

Prima warrior.

Shorts and no shoes.

Get Harley-Dawson and bring him to me.

You

got

something you want to tell us, Wonton?

About what?

About inflation.

Valolo and his 30% tax on your prostitution profits.

Did J. Paul hold back?

Could have been a... chump job.

Some freaked out John.

Smoking soul, sister.

Guantan, you know and I know that this wasn't any ordinary street shooting.

When somebody wastes a mack right in the middle of Trick City, that's a message.

Big as a billboard.

So read it. You read it and tell me what it says.

Maybe you're next.

Maybe Lolo's next.

He's up to tax of 35%. That's one-third our turnover.

He... Pete, they got Harley over

there.

Harley Dotson, 1309 Cahola Lane, age 32.

married, two children, occupation, producer.

Mind if I ask the questions?

No, sir.

Just trying to give you a carbon copy of what I laid on this roller here.

Pretty cool about losing a brother, huh?

Mr. McGarrett, see, when you're black and a producer, the whole world is made

of glass.

Yes, we are on display where anybody can tag us at any time.

Is Lolo turning the torch on all the Macs?

Well, let me put it this way.

If you get a make on that hitman and you glue him to Lolo... there'll be peace

throughout the land.

But if you don't... well, all I can say is, uh... A whole lot of mack's not

gonna hold still too much longer for any more of Lolo's shockin'. See, that's

where I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna hold the lid on.

As long as I can.

Well, well, well, to what do I owe this extreme pleasure, McGarrett?

J. Paul was found in his car with the back of his head blown off.

Who? The loan sharking business hasn't been too profitable lately, has it,

Lolo?

So you're depending on your slice of the body work in Trick City to take up the

slack, huh?

I didn't know you followed the markets, McGarrett. Always.

You really must be desperate to risk a war.

A war?

With those little pimples?

Lolo, I'm not gonna stand by and watch this thing explode, you understand?

So I'm warning you, I'm gonna nail you to the wall.

Murder what?

Plummer, get out on the street and remind those marshmallows that our new

tax is effective as of now.

And don't take any crap.

Weapon used was a .38.

Powder burns were deeply embedded, indicating that the muzzle was probably

touching. Since no one heard any shots, we can assume that he used a silencer. A

careful shooter. To an extreme.

Hollow heads.

What about prints, Jay?

All J.

Paul's. And his lady friend.

The car had just been washed.

Would you believe the killer wore gloves with no shoes?

This print was found on the right panel where he stepped into the car.

Now, he left this arch print on the floor mat.

Together, they're enough for positive identification.

If you find it.

Okay, gentlemen, we've got to move it. If those two wolf packs get into a war,

they're going to chew up a lot of innocent people.

Come on, let's go.

To Jay Paul, very right back.

Hey, hey, hey, Jay, hey, Jay, y'all remember that time, remember that time

that Hamilton said, you know what I'm saying, what'd she say she wanted? She

wanted an extra $50 or something, yeah, for a new jacket.

Come on, you threw out the way, damn it.

Jay Paul said, Jay Paul said, Jay Paul said, look at here, baby, he said, I

would not give a blind man a cane if I owned a lumberyard.

That's cold, that's cold.

To Jay Paul, man.

Right on, man.

What kind of number we gonna whoop on Lola?

Nothing, man. We gonna play pass.

You jiving?

No, I ain't jiving. We gonna let McGarrett and his rollers write their

own ticket.

Jay Paul would have run up one side of his head and down the other. Yeah, I

know, and that's just why they hit him first.

We better do something, or he's gonna drive all over us.

Hey, baby, come on now.

Hey, man, you are playing heavy on the stupid and light on the shrewd now.

No plans, baby.

Still trying to underkill Lolo's army.

We got to play this like a ball smacker.

Thanks for the intro, Phoebe.

Gotta get something more subtle, like a bugle.

Well, well.

The sorority mothers are having a summit meeting.

In case you missed the six o'clock news, the revised tax comes due tomorrow.

Thirty-five percent. Three-five.

No alibis. Wait a minute, man.

You know what it costs to run a stable?

The girls, the hospital bills. Don't beat him so much.

Bill, the clothes, the fines.

I'm bleeding for you, man.

We hear you, plumber.

4.30.

Cash. In plain envelopes.

Message received, plumber.

Yeah. Go back and lick Lolo's toes, man. I'll stump on your toes, buddy.

Ain't it a shame what happened?

Like Lolo said, that's one less pimple anyway.

We got trouble now.

Got a time fix?

Not yet.

Wanna make a guess?

You running a quiz show?

Steve, Danny.

We've got the kid who hit J. Paul.

But I'm afraid he's not going to be much help.

Hello? I'd like to talk to Harley Dartson. Well, he's busy right now.

This is his wife. Can I take a message?

Tell him McGarrett is on the phone.

Oh. I'll see Mr. McGarrett.

Boy, that food got medicine.

A little bit.

Well, what you got to offer?

Well, I'll let you watch TV with me.

Well, you do all your homework and eat your food, and maybe we got a deal. Yay,

McGarrett. As long as you're trying to keep the lid on. Uh-huh. I'll give you a

couple of coffin nails.

All right.

The guy who killed Jay Paul is on a slab in the morgue.

Now, look, you go on investigating, and we'll go on surviving.

Look,

Constable, you had your chance.

When Lolo put his own stinger on the ice, no, that cut us all loose. I mean,

how do you expect us to hang easy with bull's eyes on our chest?

Just keep that lid on, you understand?

I'll be around, McGarry.

I'll ask you for more juice and cubes, babe.

Hello?

Yeah, uh... You've got a 50-cent trick at the Kona Kona Hotel.

Room 202.

Desk clerk gets a nickel tip.

All right, then. I say we show Mr. Double L that Max can float like

butterflies and sting like bees.

Now you're starting to sound like it, buddy. Who the hell been mad for running

over low in those arms? I got no objection to hitting the man myself. No,

none of us.

So this has got to be spic and span.

Yes, that's right, the good hospital seal of approval.

You're talking long grain, darling. At least 20 to 25 big ones.

Oh, come on, come on, come on. Now we have got it.

We are paying Lolo $12,000 a week between us, and now he wants 5% more.

Okay, then.

Why don't we all just take two weeks of this tax money and invest it into a

mutual fund?

Stinger.

Detroit. Yeah, right on. Yeah.

Phone, darling.

That's $12.25.

Right.

Harley.

Harley, J. Paul is dead.

And one town is dying. Now, isn't that enough for you? It's plenty.

Why, you do your homework.

Oh, Dad.

Don't you all dad me. You just do it, yeah?

Well, get the girls on the street early.

And look, one extra trick a day will pay that new tax.

Come on, babe.

Hello?

Now, where you been, John?

We got a hardware convention at the pavilion.

A string of 50-cent tees with their noses wide open.

Well, you just better shake that moneymaker over to suite 1225... before

Harley puts the coat hangers to your beautiful bard.

Harley.

Harley.

Those kids aren't part of the game.

They're on the real side.

Like me and this house.

It's us.

Harley, I'd rather go back on the street than have you call Detroit.

You said it right, lady.

You are my wife.

On the for real side.

And here's where you will stay.

Wife.

Doc's report on John Sui, age 19.

Kalihi Hood.

killed within one hour of Jay Paul.

McGarrett. There's a Detroit hitman coming to get Lolo. Who is this, please?

Could you speak louder?

I said, there's a Detroit hitman coming to get Lolo.

You've got to stop him.

Stupid.

Stupid.

The Macs put out a contract for Lolo, Detroit.

What's the point of that?

Even if they get him, another Lolo will take his place.

You and Chin get down to the phone company. Get me a list of all long

-distance calls to Detroit within the last 24 hours, including all long

-distance calls from the Macs' phones.

You think I'm gonna toss and turn?

Heh, a garret.

Because some pimple is waving a Saturday night special.

The Macs aren't bringing in a farmhand, Lolo.

The word is he's a major leaguer.

From Detroit.

I'm impressed.

At least they care enough to send the very best.

Now, listen to me and hear me.

If that Detroit gun gets to you before I get to him, this is the last warning

you'll ever hear.

Now... If I could be sure that no one else would get hurt and that you'd be

the end of it, I'd be tempted to let that hitter take you.

But I can't. So, you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to give you a choice.

Like? Like you've got a yacht. Get on it right now!

And put a lot of open water between you and this rock.

Or? Or I lock you up.

On what charge?

I've had a cell reserved for you for a long time, Lolo.

Lots of laws on this books.

We'll find one.

One hour, Lolo.

One hour.

You be on your yacht or I'll be back.

What are you doing?

Calling the harbor.

Slow down, huh?

McGarrett doesn't bluff, Lolo.

You know that.

Just hold it!

We'll figure something out.

We want to talk to you about some calls made from this number.

Phone calls?

Yeah. To Los Angeles and San Francisco yesterday.

Oh, yeah.

Let me see.

I ordered some bar fixtures from L.A. Some Alaska king crab abalone from San

Francisco. Hong Kong.

Oh, that was Harley.

I remember I listened to him. You know this guy.

He get all these clothes made in Hong Kong. Suits, shirts, ties, everything.

Detroit.

I don't know, maybe somebody anxious for your delivery or new car.

Like who?

Like anybody.

You know these folks, eh? They like buy their clothes, like their cars, whatever

in style.

Anybody make a $50 call on that fellow?

Sure.

Why, before you get friends.

Lolo took your advice.

He's on his yacht five miles out in the Molokai Channel.

Yes, Jenny? Lieutenant Carling calling from Detroit.

OK, put him on. Get everyone in here, please.

Frank? Hi, Steve.

How's the weather in Detroit?

Just had 18 inches of slush.

Don't tell me how nice it is there or I'll hang up. I won't say a word other

than the fact that it's all about 82 degrees and I'm looking out of my office

on a beautiful sunny day.

Fair enough?

Did you get a make on that number I gave you?

Hold it, Frank.

I want to put it on speaker.

Go ahead.

You're playing with a big league hitter, Steve.

Alex Garkosa, alias Smart Alex, alias George Alexander, alias Ron Pratt,

alias Royal Robbins, alias Larry Reynolds, alias Russ McLean.

His face is getting familiar, so he likes everything prearranged.

The talk is Alex has 12 hits to his credit.

Talk? What do you mean, talk?

Never been able to tag him with a thing, Steve.

Not even jaywalking.

He favors a rifle in scope.

He tailors his own shells with magnum loads.

If he's ever missed, we haven't heard about it.

Nail him, Steve, and do the world a favor.

We'll do our best, Frank.

The photofax of Alex is on the way.

Aloha, Frank, and thank you.

We're assuming that Smart Alex is bringing in his own rifle from Detroit.

But if he's an old hand with guns, and he doesn't want to worry about airline

baggage inspection or metal detectors, he might shop for a rifle here.

Yes. Yes, he might.

Okay, cover the gun stores. Get as much help as you need.

Let's hope that Lolo is still on his yacht out in the channel.

That's the puzzle, Duke.

The Macs know that Lolo has a yacht.

They might have guessed that he'd hold up on it.

But they're not going to bring in a hitman like Smart Alex unless... unless

they have a plan to get around that obstacle.

Yeah. The Cockleshell, 9 o'clock.

Yeah, yeah, he'll be there.

Put this down.

The Cockleshell Restaurant.

9 o'clock this evening.

In here was a .30-06 carbine.

Mr. Holbein bought it. Lives on Maui. He's an old customer.

May I see your registration book? Yeah.

Mostly .22s, handguns, and pellet rifles.

Have you tried the Oahu gun shop over on... Yeah.

The Pearl City sporting goods?

All of them.

What about this AR-15 sold to Mr. Peter Cho last night?

He was a Chinese fellow.

Said he used it for hunting tigers at night in India and Malaya. Had an

English accent.

And he wore glasses.

He bought two telescopes.

Yeah, yeah.

What kind of a scope costs $1,500?

A starlight scope.

For night hunting.

And this Chinese bought two scopes for tiger hunting?

A daylight and a starlight.

Well, the starlight makes sense.

Tigers do their own hunting at night.

But if this Detroit hitter is as smooth as they say...

He might get someone else to buy the gun for him in case we match up ballistics

later.

I want to sketch you that tag now to see if you can get the store manager in

here.

McGarrett. The airline computer came up with one of the aliases, Ron Pratt, on

the 515 flight.

And the cab driver picked him up about then.

Where are you now?

On our way to the Hawaii hotel.

All right, I'll meet you there.

at six o'clock, using another one of his aliases, Royal Roberts.

Room 23.

Fievel, open up.

Okay, gentlemen, let's calm this room.

Somebody's been swarming off a barrel with gun solvent.

Looks like he was tipped.

About us or about Lolo?

Smart Alex arrives here yesterday at 5.15, checks in here at 6. An hour

later, a gun store sells an AR-15 with two scopes, one of which is a night

sniper scope. Coincidence?

I can't figure it out, Steve.

Why are the Macs trying so hard to get themselves wiped out?

Well, if they get this Lolo, the new Lolo will come after them with a

flamethrower. Ben, get down to Phoebe's.

Duke, have HPD put a surveillance on this room.

Chin, see if the Coast Guard knows where Lolo's yard is. Okay, let's move it,

gentlemen. It's getting darker with the night scope waiting to use it.

Here's to our mutual fun.

That's our capital D.

Steve.

Ben.

The gang's on here.

Like they were establishing an alibi.

More like celebration, like they got the game on.

You want to do some celebrating, Ben?

Keep in touch, Ben.

It's gonna be tough.

Duke, what about that sketch?

We're getting there, Steve.

Yeah, yeah.

That's more like it.

Steve, that tiger hunter used a phony name and address.

Che is trying to get some prints off the guns he handled in the store before he

bought the AR-15.

Good thought, Danno.

You know, something's happening out there.

Those Macs have set up a hit.

They can't back out, O.

And Lolo is not gonna sit on that yacht forever.

Lolo's boys are out beating the bushes, turning over every rock in town.

If he got lucky and he nailed Smart Alex, then he'd have those Macs psyched

out permanently.

And Lola knows that.

Three minutes.

Take care of yourself, Koji.

Wait for it to grow.

Somebody's buzzing.

Yeah.

It is Holly Dotson.

I've got news for you, friend Holly.

How'd it go?

As you might say, Holly.

Did Che check it out? We taped it all the way. What do you think, Donald?

From the trajectory angle of impact, I'd say he had to have been somewhere around

here.

Yeah, a pro's pro.

A Detroit hitman hired by the Macs was waiting on that ledge down there for the

back door of that restaurant to open.

Knowing Lolo's in there and he'd be coming out that way.

But a second hitman hired by Lolo is waiting up here. Knows exactly where to

be and when.

That took some careful knitting.

Yeah, Dano, you better believe it.

Lolo's got it made.

When the word of this gets to the hitmen on the mainland, they won't take any

more contracts on Lolo.

The Macs have had it. They missed.

Yeah, but they put it all on one roll of the dice.

That doesn't strike me as the kind of game a smart Mac would play.

Steve, if Lolo has a guy who can shoot like this, why didn't he use him on J.

Paul?

I don't know.

Maybe our Chinese tiger hunter can tell us. Let's go, gentlemen.

I was number one on the hit parade, and then you played the flip side, Coogee.

Nailed yourself a Detroit hitter.

I was merely fortunate.

The rifle did the work.

Get darling Harley and all his pimples together this afternoon at Phoebe's,

huh?

I'm gonna give him a lecture.

On the high cost of living.

How's our beloved Mr. Double L today, could you?

Quite satisfied.

Lolo believes he's destined to rule forever.

Well, long live the king.

Okay, when do we proceed to part two?

This afternoon, 3.30. We'll call a meeting at Phoebe's.

He'll be there with bells on.

If you miss him.

Let's talk about if we get him.

The tax will revert to 25%, as agreed.

There'll be no shucking, as you say, of you or me.

When I take over, I'll control fairly, but thoroughly.

Yeah, well, this is all on the for real side with Jeff.

Ideal face for a hitman in Hawaii.

Yeah, but on this island, he's John Doe.

You know, Chair Fong took some fingerprints of a weapon that the tagger

hunter handled at the store.

So far, they haven't matched any local prints.

I have a feeling they're not gonna match anything in the Washington file, either.

Why not?

Think it through.

Why would a professional buy a new gun, one that he's not familiar with, for a

long shot at night?

Maybe there was some reason he couldn't bring his own gun. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe. Like coming off a foreign flight, having to go through customs, knowing

that all the bags would be open and inspected.

But where?

Where did he come from?

And how did he wind up on top of the whole scene?

He knew more than the Detroit hitter.

Well, that, my friend, took two tips, both from the inside.

Hey, Garrett.

Yeah, Duke, hold it. Just a second. I'll put it on speaker.

Go ahead.

The Hoes are back on the stroll.

What? And the Macs are back in the open, too.

I just hailed Harley to his tailor.

His tailor?

He was in there long enough to buy a dozen suits.

OK, Duke. Stay with it.

Steve,

there was a call to Hong Kong from Phoebes.

He said that Harley had placed a call to his tailor.

Oh.

Now, according to Phoebe, Harley has all his clothes made in Hong Kong.

So why should he be visiting a tailor here?

Maybe he ordered something besides clothes with that phone call.

Like another hitman.

Duke said the tagger hunter had an English accent.

That could mean Hong Kong.

Steve.

Are you thinking that the Detroit hitter was just a sacrifice to make Lolo relax

and come out into the open thinking he was bomb-proof?

That's what I'm thinking.

Jenny.

Patch me through to Ben.

They're making the rounds, Steve.

This is the fourth stop.

Hold it.

Lolo just came out. Looks like they're on their way to pick up number five.

He's getting in the car with Coogee and Dozer.

Ben, ride him close, even if he knows you're there.

What's going on, Steve?

There's still a contract out on Lolo. The Macs hired two hitmen.

Duke, anything going on with the well-dressed set?

They're gathering a little earlier than usual.

They're strutting on the high side like they're paying off the mortgage or

something.

Ben, where's Lolo now?

Steve, he just pulled up across from Phoebe's.

Central, McGarrett.

All unmarked cars are to proceed on a code two to the street surrounding

Phoebe's bar.

That's Smith and Hotel.

A code two, repeat.

No sirens, gentlemen.

No

shoes

at all.

I'm not interrupting anything.

Am I?

Not really.

No, we was just, uh, talking trash anyway.

Fill up a throne, Lolo.

No, I won't be here that long.

Well, look at the Girl Scouts, will you?

Poor little darlings.

Did it rain on your picnic?

Detroit.

All right!

Forty percent.

From now on... Holly...

you'll pay 15.

Half of everything you make to me.

And you're gonna keep books.

From now on, every trick, every dollar!

So sharpen your pencils.

Pimples.

Freeze, Lolo.

Right where you are. Get back inside.

But Garrett, you're out of your mind.

I'm trying to save your slimy life. Get back inside.

You're going to save my life with a police special.

How are you going to...

Stand by.

Central, McGarrett, I got another one.

Send the medical examiner in the wagon.

Same location as last call. On the double. 10-4. McGarrett!

Man, you really think anybody would call the wasting of Lolo a crime, huh?

Well-executed plan.

Very well executed.

Too well, as a matter of fact.

Book them.

All of them.