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[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]

Your honor.

Mr. Derringer.

Your honor, I would like to move

for dismissal of all charges against my client,

unless the prosecution is prepared

to proceed with its case.

Mr. Manicote?

Your honor, at this time, the state is not prepared

to proceed in its case against Joseph furika

and would like to ask for another continuance.

Mr. Manicote, the court has already granted

the state two postponements.

I'm aware of that.

We are still trying to locate the missing witness.

Your honor, a further continuance

would be an overt violation

of my client's constitutional right

to a fair and speedy trial.

If the state is not prepared, as Mr. Manicote admits,

to proceed at this time,

I move for an immediate dismissal of all charges

on the grounds of insufficient evidence.

Mr. Manicote, can you or can't you

open your case without Mr. Ritchie?

His eyewitness testimony is integral

to the state's case, your honor.

In plain English, Mr. Manicote, please,

are you prepared to go to trial without him?

If the court would Grant one week's postponement --

no, Mr. Manicote, the court cannot.

You've already had more than sufficient time

to locate the witness who disappeared --

most mysteriously, I concede.

Is the state pursuing that angle, Mr. Manicote?

I plan to call in five-o, your honor.

You should have thought of that a long time ago.

Will the defendant please rise?

Joseph furika,

in view of the fact that the state

is unable to proceed with its case,

and because the prosecution

has already been granted two postponements,

this court has no alternative

but to dismiss the charges against you

and release you from custody.

[ Gavel pounds ]

Joe! Joe furika!

How about a picture of you

with your arm around your lawyer?

Joe, where are you going to from here?

What's next for you, Joe?

Hey, happy, how about just one more pose?

[ Gunshot ]

Somebody get an ambulance.

What have we got, doctor?

One bullet wound right through the abdomen.

What about the trajectory of the bullet?

It definitely came from above.

I'd say about 45 degrees.

Which means it could have come from over there.

That looks logical.

If you gentlemen don't need me anymore...

-Thank you. -Danno.

Find anything?

This.

[ Siren wails ]

Looks like a .44/40.

The roof?

Yeah, on the roof.

Anything else? Not even footprints?

Nothing.

Okay.

Better get che over here anyway

just to check it out in case.

One good thing about it, Steve --

happy furika had about as many friends

as a guy who had bubonic plague.

We'll never run out of suspects.

Just what I need -- another batch of suspects.

Whoever it was had to be waiting

for furika outside the building.

Which means he must have known

the case was dismissed.

He must have been inside the courtroom.

Or gotten a signal from somebody who was inside.

Did you check the bailiffs, danno?

Yeah. None of them spotted anything or anyone suspicious.

It could have been a hit man, Steve,

or somebody imported from the mainland.

A hit man hired to kill another hit man? No.

Steve, we knew furika was hired to kill contrero.

Contrero was making too many waves in the union.

And contrero had a good chance

of being elected to the union board.

Once he was in, it meant big trouble.

All right, they hire furika to kill contrero,

but why hire somebody to kill furika?

Steve, this special delivery letter

was brought over from your office.

Thought it might be important.

Ben might have something, Steve.

Who originally hired furika

would have worried he'd eventually talk.

Why would he? He'd already been released.

He had a history of lapping up the sauce.

Listen to this.

"Dear Steve, I never wrote to you before,

"but I sure have wanted to

"because I'm a true friend of the police,

and I have always thought you was a real great cop."

Fan letter?

"I know what you think

"of all those dumb supreme court decisions

"and all those bleeding-heart judges

"who are soft on all them murderers and rapists and cruds,

"so when I sat in that courtroom

"and watched that murdering furika get off,

"it was just like an explosion inside of me,

"and that's why I give you a hand today.

That's right, Steve. It was me shot him."

"One .44/40 bullet

"right through his stinking gut.

"So from now on, I'll be around

"to give all you great guys at five-o a hand

"whenever you need it,

yours for law and order like it used to be."

Wow.

There's more.

"P.s. I can't sign my real name for now,

"but maybe later.

"For right now, just think of me as...

Mother's helper."

Mother's helper?

Real funny guy.

Do you think it's for real, Steve?

If it wasn't, how would he know it was a .44/40?

Ben, ask che to come here, please.

Maybe we'll know more about mother's helper

after che gets through with his letter.

Meanwhile, chin, I want a complete

computer readout on every law-enforcement freak

h.p.d. Has ever run through its files,

including those in and out of hospitals and prisons.

Right.

"All those dumb supreme court decisions.

"All those bleeding-heart judges.

"That's why I give you a hand today.

It was me shot him."

Boy, when I read phrases like that,

I get worried.

Right or left, the lunatic fringe

is always ready to take things into its own hands.

That's one thing they share in common.

Let's go, danno.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four -- four quarters.

-Hey, mister! -Yeah?

The gun's busted.

What gun?

This one here.

I just put in my quarter, and it stopped shooting.

Yeah? Sure you put in a quarter?

Yeah, I put in my quarter.

It's jammed.

[ Gun fires ]

Hey, come on. That's my gun.

Pow!

Hey, mister, that's my gun.

That's my gun you're --

that's shooting, kid.

Yeah, on my quarter.

Hey, mister, didn't you hear me?

Huh?

That was my quarter you just shot up.

Oh, yeah. Compliments of jollyland.

[ Gun fires ]

This is the afternoon edition of kgmb news.

On the local scene,

the rooftop sniper slaying

of waterfront hoodlum Joe "happy" furika

is now three days old, and as of this hour,

the police are as much in the dark

as they were when furika was slain.

Not anymore they're not, huh, Stevie-boy?

Critics of our law-enforcement agencies

are complaining that no progress has been made

toward solving what they term,

"this most recent outrageous defiance of the law."

Defiance, my foot.

Still on the crime file, kgmb news learned today

that patsy lahao,

convicted of rape and attempted murder

seven years ago, in what was then

one of Honolulu's most sensational cases,

has been approved for parole

and is expected to be released within the next 48 hours.

We'll have more news after this message.

Note the blotched e's wherever they occur, Steve,

and the s's.

Those blotched letters are due to old age,

which helped me pinpoint the kind of typewriter --

a portable corona.

There hasn't been one of those on the market

for the last 40 years.

Okay. What about the paper?

Cheapest kind of bond.

Sold in drugstores, five-and-tens, supermarkets.

Hmm. That's great.

Of course, there were no prints.

No, but we do know where he mailed the letter from.

Notice the cancellation stamp?

All letters mailed in metropolitan Honolulu

are delivered to the main post office.

Before they're parceled out,

they're stamped with the zip code number

of the branch they came from. See the zip code?

96813.

What area is that?

Lower downtown.

That's fine, che. Thanks. But it's not much help.

Steve, I may have something.

Computer came up with a name, one elroy Wheeler,

arrested for interfering with a student demonstration

at the university, charge dismissed.

Served five days.

Paid $50 fine for assault on one of the leaders

of a pacifist meeting at the international center.

Picked up for questioning on a series of phone calls

to the governor's office

concerning law and order issues.

Later released.

Busy boy.

Wheeler applied last year to h.P.D. For employment.

He barely passed the written test

but got turned down on the physical --

hypertension.

That's not all. Chin just called in.

Wheeler's landlady hasn't seen him for three days --

not since the morning furika was shot.

Put out an apb, danno.

Already done.

Check h.P.D. For fingerprints

and description, if possible.

Right.

Steve, just came in --

another special delivery marked "personal."

Huh.

Take a look at this.

Patsy lahao -- a real piece of dirt.

I never figured him for parole.

"Dear Steve, I guess you didn't think

"I'd be writing you again so quick,

"and neither did I,

"but, brother, I sure got sore when I heard on TV

"this rapist scum was going to be paroled.

"Anyway, I just want you to know

you didn't have to worry about him."

Chin, call the parole office.

Find out where lahao is staying.

Central, five-o. Get me the parole office.

[ Children playing, dog barking ]

"I did it for us, Steve -- you and me.

I had to take care of this commie scum."

You checked that, didn't you, danno?

Right. Lahao wouldn't know a communist

if one came up and bit him.

"I knew you'd want me to,

"just like I knew you wouldn't say nothin'

"to the TV or the dumb newspapers

"about me writing you these letters.

"Like they say in football, Steve,

"two down and how many more to go, huh?

Yours, mother's helper."

You were right, Steve. Doc bergman confirmed it.

Lahao was unconscious when he was hanged.

Evidence of a severe concussion

from a blow behind the right temple.

And I'll give you odds

you couldn't find a print in the place.

We went over that apartment from top to bottom.

No evidence of prints anywhere.

All we know is that two of the notes

were from this area right here.

It would take months to comb that area,

even if we knew who or what to look for.

We can't sit around

and wait for his next letter.

Jenny, see if John manicote is available for lunch, please.

What about that lead you dug up?

Wheeler?

Wheeler. What happened to him?

Dead end.

You couldn't find him.

We found him, all right --

flat on his back in queen's hospital

with a broken jaw and other injuries.

Got them in a barroom brawl.

He was admitted to the hospital

about an hour before furika was shot.

We can scratch brother Wheeler.

Any other leads?

Nothing we can move on.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about, John.

Suppose this psycho has an ax to grind.

Suppose he's not just on a crusade.

Let's say that he got a raw deal in court

or thinks he did.

Do you think your people could dig back

through your files and come up with someone?

What would we be looking for?

A complainant in a criminal case

where the defendant was acquitted

even though the defendant appeared to be guilty.

You guys don't want much.

If that doesn't give us anything,

you can start over again

by investigating the defendants in the same case.

You've got to be kidding.

If this nut had been acquitted,

why would he suddenly start knocking off other felons?

With his kind of twisted logic,

he might be trying to punish himself by punishing others.

I know it's a long shot, John, but you tell me --

what other choice do we have?

I've got one.

What?

Let's order lunch.

Ha ha ha.

John padula and Richard freeland,

you've both pleaded guilty

to a count of assault with a deadly weapon.

I could send you to prison now, but because of your youth

and because this is your first offense,

I'm suspending sentence

and granting you three years' probation.

However, I'm imposing the following conditions --

one, that you live with your parents

during the period of probation,

and two, that you report

weekly to your probation officer.

Oh, and one final word.

If either of you become involved

in the commission of another offense,

violate your parole,

you'll be returned immediately to this court,

where a sentence will be carried out.

[ Gavel pounds ]

It is so ordered.

"Dear Steve, me again.

"And I bet you're as surprised as I am,

"but I've been thinking -- a joke, ha ha --

"anyways, the way it looks now, pal,

"I been locking the barn

"after the horse has already been stole.

"Instead of going after

"the cruddy murderers and rapists,

"why don't I go right to the source,

"like they're always talking about?

"Preventive medicine.

"Makes a lot of sense, don't it, Steve?

"Lot of details to work out,

"but I'm on the right track.

Your pal, m.H."

Preventive medicine?

I can't see mother's helper

worrying about how to stop crime.

What would he consider the source?

I think he's already given us the answer.

Put yourself in mother's helper's place.

We know that he's been in and out of courtrooms.

Who does he see in charge?

Who is the one man responsible for letting all these --

what does he call them? --

"cruds" go loose?

The judges.

Exactly.

In his first letter over here, he refers to judges as, um...

"Bleeding-heart judges

who are soft on all them murderers and rapists,"

and later he calls them "pinkos."

In his second letter,

he goes back to "bleeding hearts" again.

Judges.

Chin, I want a 24-hour guard set up,

and get Duke to help you.

Any judge who sits on a criminal case

is to have an h.P.D. Guard with him or her

'round the clock no matter where they go,

and tell the bailiffs to keep an eye out, too.

Got it.

That may stop him temporarily, Steve,

but will it catch him?

Oh, I doubt it, danno.

We've got to -- we've got to grab the ball.

We've got to flush this guy out somehow.

Jenny?

Yes, Steve?

Get me Freddie dryden.

Did I hear right?

Freddie dryden, the talk-show Freddie dryden?

Yeah, you heard right, danno.

You once said you'd rather be dead

than caught in the same studio with him.

That was before mother's helper.

[ Intercom buzzes ]

Yeah, Jenny.

-Mr. Dryden. -Put him on.

Freddie, mcgarrett.

Steve! I don't believe it.

Well, I don't blame you.

I guess I was a little late returning your call.

Oh, just a couple of years, that's all.

What happened, you got a guilty conscience?

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

I'm ready to come on your show if you still want me.

If I still want you?

Baby, you just name the day.

Well, I'm available any night this week.

In that case, how about Friday, Steve?

Friday will be good because that will leave me plenty of time

to get some publicity out on you, you know what I mean?

We'll plan a few items and get some spot announcements out,

all right?

Friday's fine, Freddie. Looking forward to it.

And, Steve?

You better put your flak suit on.

I plan to take a couple of potshots at you.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Hold it, mcgarrett.

What are you trying to tell me --

we shouldn't even have a parole system in this state?

Wait a minute, Freddie. You know better than that.

What I'm trying to say is that we have problems

with our parole system, just as any other state

has problems with its parole system,

and it's about time something was done about it.

That's all.

Like maybe we should send everybody up for life

and have no possibility whatsoever for parole, right?

Now there is a real law-and-order stance for you --

put everybody in jail and throw away the key.

I don't know why you wanted me on your show.

You ask the questions, and then you answer them.

Okay, I'll let you answer them.

Here's one for you --

what good is our entire penal system anyway?

I mean, we take first-time offenders,

we lock them up,

and when they come out, we are horrified to find

that they're hardened criminals,

and you know why?

Because we have put them in with the worst elements

in our society.

What chance do they have at rehabilitation?

My turn to ask you a question --

would you like to do away with the entire prison system?

What do you do with felons, murderers, rapists?

I'll tell you what I'd like to do.

I think you should remember, and this is what I want,

that even those who transgress the law

are human beings, mcgarrett,

and it is useless to punish them

unless steps are taken to rehabilitate them,

to make them understand that they can have

a second chance at life,

and that's a must.

Bluntly as I can put it.

I've heard this argument many, many times before.

What you're saying is that sending someone to prison --

to jail, to a penitentiary --

never stopped them from committing a felony.

Now would you like to take it one step further?

Would you like to give every convicted felon

a 30-day cruise to the south pacific?

That has nothing to do with what we're talking about.

It has everything to do with it.

Now let me ask you something.

How many victims, Freddie --

victims of muggings, of robberies --

have you interviewed on this show?

How many widows of police officers

killed in the line of duty, trying to prevent crimes?

How many have you interviewed?

That's got nothing to do with what we're talking about.

It's got everything to do with the show.

We'll be right back.

For that special gift

for that special someone, a box of personalized...

Hey, hey, hey, hold it. Come here.

Hey, everybody hold it!

I want you to hear something important for a change.

Hey.

Okay, we're back. Now you were saying...

I said hold it.

Of course we need parole, Freddie,

but parole for those who truly want

to get a fresh start,

who truly regret their mistakes,

not for the hard-core felons,

not for those who go on parole

only to commit another felony

whenever the mood strikes them.

You tell him, Stevie boy. You listen to mcgarrett!

Whether prison is considered a punishment

or a rehabilitation center,

it keeps murderers and rapists

and an assortment of felons off the street.

It keeps them in confinement...

You tell him, Stevie pal.

Away from people, where they can't hurt them.

What did I tell ya? Ain't he great?

Now, I'm sure --

I'm sure there are a lot of you out there

who think that the law is very soft on criminals.

Well, that's not my domain.

That's the province of the courts.

I'm a police officer.

I deal in enforcement and protection,

investigation, apprehension.

But there is a public-minded citizen out there

who has some very original ideas on the subject,

who has been in touch with me quite regularly.

Now, like five-o,

he's interested in this subject.

He's very much concerned.

I'd like him to know

that I'd welcome the opportunity

to sit down with him and discuss this problem.

He knows who he is.

Thank you.

Afternoon mail.

Anything?

No, none from him.

Been two days. Maybe he doesn't watch TV.

It still was a good idea.

Only if it worked,

and it didn't seem to work,

so what do we do?

We stand by, and we wait until he picks out

his next victim.

"The family of Harold Spencer announces that funeral services

"for their beloved husband, father, and grandfather

"will be held in Trinity chapel at 11:00 A.M.

Burial at oahu cemetery, 1:00 P.M."

[ Intercom buzzes ]

Yes, Jenny?

It's him, Steve.

All right, put him on line two.

Put a trace on line two.

Mcgarrett.

Yeah, it's me, Steve -- mother's helper.

I guess you'd about given up on me, huh?

Well, I was hoping you'd call.

It was sure a good idea

to go on that creep's talk show.

I like the way you put him down, too.

I wasn't sure you'd be watching.

Hey, listen, pal, when I saw on TV

and read you were going to be on,

nothing could have kept me away from the set.

I'm sorry it took so long to get in touch,

but I got a lot of thinking to do.

We got to be real careful, Steve.

Them pinko judges ain't going to

let us get away with this.

Yeah, you're right about that. Have you got it worked out?

Yeah, finally.

In exactly 20 minutes,

be at the corner of baritania and river.

There's a pay phone there. I'll call you.

We needed more time.

Let's go.

Danno, you handle the monitoring.

Take Duke with you.

Chin, you and Ben tail me in another car.

I boosted the power, Steve.

You'll be picking up a lot of extraneous sounds.

Do you want me to come along?

No. You stay here and analyze that tape.

See if you can find out

what those background noises are.

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Ring ]

[ Ring ]

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Ring ]

Hi. I'm sorry. I was held up in traffic.

It's okay, pal. I just about hung up.

Anybody follow you?

No, no, no.

All right.

Listen, Steve, you got to leave your car.

Makes it too easy for them to follow you.

Get a taxi.

Have it take you

to the corner of kailoa and diamond head road.

There's a phone booth there.

I'll call you in half an hour.

Half-hour, okay. I got you.

And, Steve, I know you're going to

go right on doing like I want, but, uh...

Listen...

You wouldn't try and trick me, would you?

No, no, no. Don't worry.

Okay, pal, call a cab.

Central, patch me through to Ben kokua.

This is mcgarrett.

Kokua here. Steve?

Ben, call the Hawaiian cab company.

You're going to change jobs.

Your dispatcher fill you in?

Yeah. Here's the shirt.

Get in. I'll drive you back.

You have 14 minutes to pick up Steve.

I'll make it.

Nine minutes, Ben. Move it.

[ Telephone rings ]

Mcgarrett.

You're doing great, Steve. Won't be long now.

You know oahu cemetery?

Yeah, I know it.

In exactly one half-hour, a funeral service

for a Harold Spencer is taking place.

You be there. You got it?

Harold Spencer -- I got it.

I'll see you at the cemetery.

Oahu cemetery, Ben.

Cemetery?

Yeah, on the double.

Hey, pal, you want to pick up a ten-spot?

Doing what?

Come here. I'll tell you.

Just an hour. I promise you.

And it's just a joke?

Yeah, it's a joke. I'll tell you in the car.

$5 now and $5 when you bring me back.

Okay, you got yourself a deal.

Come on.

"Man that is born of woman is of few days

"and full of trouble.

"He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down.

"He fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.

"To everything there is a season

and a time to every purpose under the heavens."

As we gather to pay our last respects to Harold Spencer,

it is fitting that we reflect upon our own mortality,

that we recognize that there is a deeper purpose to life

than merely existing

for the biblical 3 score and 10,

for what hath man of all of his labor

and of the vexation of his heart

wherein he hath labored under the sun?

That's him next to the man in the white hair.

You know what to do.

For this is the whole duty of man...

For god shall bring every work into judgment

with every sacred thing,

so it is for us to know that our dear friend and kinsman

is not dying,

but coming into everlasting life.

Steve?

As god hath promised,

he will one day wipe away all our tears.

For each of us, he will make all things new.

And now let each of us pause

for a moment of silent prayer for Harold Spencer.

Freeze!

How did I know you were cops?

The guy said he was playing a joke.

What guy?

What's his name?

Where is he?

He was over there at the funeral.

Look, I never saw the guy before in my life.

Hold him.

I got a wife and kid.

Danno, Duke, move in.

Seal it off.

Go, Duke. Front gate.

All right, let's go.

Cord McKenzie --

1722 kiola street, Honolulu.

Does he work here?

No, sir. No McKenzie works here,

and I never saw that car before.

Checked everybody left in the cemetery, Steve.

Car doesn't belong to them.

Duke, you better get che out here.

Ben, see if you can help them open that trunk.

We won't need you anymore. Thank you.

Cord McKenzie's smart, danno.

Still doesn't make him mother's helper.

No.

Steve.

Look at that.

But that does.

H.p.d. Had nothing on him, either.

Nothing in the d.A.'S files for any McKenzie.

He could be using another name.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Telex from Washington.

Good, good.

You were right, danno.

He is going under another name.

At least, cord McKenzie isn't his real name.

Oh, get this --

he's Lester Smith.

Smith.

Served three years

in the north Dakota national guard.

That's why they have his prints.

He's from greeley, north Dakota, originally.

Left nine years ago, dropped out of sight.

That's when he must have changed names.

Any warrants for him on the mainland?

Not according to this.

Oh, he's had a few brushes with the law --

beat up a student demonstrator,

helped break up a peace parade.

No charges pressed.

Claimed to be president of a group

calling itself ever vigilant.

Ever vigilant. That figures.

Washington said the Dakota police

don't even remember Smith.

I bet that bugged him.

Hey, cord McKenzie --

I knew that name rang a bell.

Didn't any of you ever read

those western pulp magazines when you were kids?

"Sagebrush serials."

Cord McKenzie was on the cover every month.

What kind of a nut would take the name

of a character out of a pulp magazine?

A western nut.

Eastern or western, he's on Hawaiian turf now,

and we've got to rope him.

Do exactly what I tell you or I'll blow your head off.

Them pinko judges

ain't going to let us get away with this.

Yeah, you're right about that.

Have you got it worked out?

Yeah, finally.

In 20 minutes, be at the corner of baritania --

I haven't been able to identify them yet.

[ Intercom buzzes ]

Mcgarrett. Yes, Jenny?

It's him again.

Put him on.

Mcgarrett.

Mcgarrett, the traitor cop, huh?

Okay, mcgarrett, I got somebody here

you're going to really enjoy talking to.

Hold on.

Now you say one word out of line...

[ Gun cocks ]

You got it?

Now identify yourself.

This is Edgar bergstrom. Mr. Mcgarrett?

Yes, judge?

Please do as he says.

Okay, mcgarrett, you ever want to see bergstrom again,

you listen real good.

In exactly one hour, I want -- one --

$50,000 in small unmarked bills,

two -- a one-way first-class ticket to L.A.,

and three -- a light plane full of gas

waiting for me when I land.

I checked. There's a flight out in two hours.

I'm going to be on it,

or bergstrom's going to be real dead.

You got that?

I got it.

After I get to L.A., I take off,

I'm free and clear,

you'll get a call telling you where to find bergstrom.

You got one hour, mcgarrett.

No, you're not giving me enough time.

I can't arrange all these details.

[ Click ]

Chin, I need a first-class ticket to L.A.

I need a light plane on the ground

with a full tank.

Ben, call the bank.

Tell laleka that he can use the special funds account.

I need $50,000 in small bills,

none of them in sequence.

Steve, about those background noises,

there is one possibility --

there's a machine that breaks down sound.

It's called an oscillograph.

Picks sounds apart,

makes it easier to identify them.

You got one?

All right, let's go.

I have to warn you,

the machine is not infallible.

It's all we have, che.

Let's go.

We're hearing these noises almost thirdhand --

over the phone to begin with,

then recorded on tape,

now broken down by the oscillograph.

Sound one.

[ Garbled noise ]

Too garbled.

I warned you. It's thirdhand.

[ Staccato noise ]

Machine-gun fire.

Maybe. Okay, sound two.

[ Knocking ]

What do you make it, che?

Wooden things being knocked down.

I can't pinpoint it any closer than that.

Run it from the top again, che.

[ Knocking ]

Hold it.

Go back. From the top.

[ Knocking ]

Wooden pins? How about a bowling alley?

No, there's not enough sound for a bowling alley.

Okay, we have gunfire. We have wooden pins.

Go on, che. What else?

Sound three.

[ Clanging ]

Bells with a whirring noise

and the sound of metal on metal.

Sound four.

[ Car noises ]

Oh, it's traffic.

Wherever it is, it's open to the street.

Okay, we have bells,

we have sounds of a bowling alley,

and we have gunfire.

Well, it can't be a shooting gallery.

That wouldn't account for the other sounds.

Now, what kind of a place has bells,

sounds of a bowling alley, and gunfire?

Got it -- a penny arcade.

The bells are the pinball machines.

Those bowling alley sounds --

those miniature alleys with the tiny pins and balls.

Find us a penny arcade in the zip-code area

in which he operates.

Try hotel, Smith street,

even nuuanu or maunikea.

Got one on hotel street -- jollyland.

We've got 11 minutes. Let's go.

Danno, Ben, take the back.

Chin, come with me.

Oh.

Okay, nobody in or out. Come on, chin.

[ Machine-gun fire ]

Hold it, chin.

Put me through to mcgarrett.

Hey!

What?

Well, where is he?

I want him, lady!

His hour's up!

Freeze!

Are you all right, sir?

Yeah.

Danno! Ben!

Danno, Ben.

Freeze!

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

You want to, don't you, huh?

Shoot. I'm an unarmed man.

You double-crossed me, mcgarrett.

I trusted you, and you double-crossed me.

You said you thought like I did.

Thought like you?

No way. No way.

You set yourself up as judge, jury, and executioner.

I'm just a cop.

Book him. Murder one.

I'll get out, mcgarrett. Then you'll get yours.

I'll be out on parole,

so keep looking behind you, mcgarrett,

'cause one of these days, zap!

I'll get you, mcgarrett! Zap!

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]