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How does it feel?

Hey Fallon, get the bag, come over here and give me a hand.

This is the police.

You're completely surrounded.

Clasp your hands on top of your heads and...

You've got exactly five seconds to surrender.

Let's go gentlemen.

Thank you.

Central, come in.

10-11, 10-11, Waimanalo Peak. Repeat, 10-11, Waimanalo Peak, code 2.

Yeah.

Conversion level, right? Big one.

Gas masks, the whole bit.

I'd say 98% pure, number 4.

Got to be at least 15 kilos of pure junk in these bags.

That means they've cooked about 25 kilos of morphine base.

That three kilos a day took them maybe eight days.

Old washing machine motor, stripped-down refrigerator.

Just like the factory the surete showed me when I was in Marseille last year.

But we still don't know why they bought uncooked base to the islands.

Maybe that guy out there can tell us.

Not a print in the whole place, Steve. Must have used gloves the whole time.

Steve, try this for science.

Ernie Fallon, alias Ernie Farrell, age 33, two prior convictions for narcotics

possession, dishonorable discharge, U.S. Army.

Who hired you, Fallon?

What do they look like?

Did you buy the equipment for the factory?

Who paid for it?

They gave you the base, didn't they?

Come on, Fallon, you're wasting our time. Where did the base come from? Who

brought it in?

If I talk, I'm dead.

If you don't talk, you rot.

What about the other guy, the chemist?

What's his name? I'm no Fink.

He's not going to hurt you.

Just tell us his name. No promises, but it might help you in court.

Tom Morgan.

Did you say Tom Morgan?

That's right.

Cliff Morgan's son?

Mid-20s?

Dark hair, blue eyes?

Let's go, Denner.

Morgan.

Hey, I hear you just cracked a big one.

A factory.

Where did you hear that?

Well, I still got some friends at Treasury.

Yeah, it was a big one. You're my kind of cop, McGarrett. No nonsense. Move in,

bust heads. It's the only way.

Is it?

Uh, come on. Listen, McGarrett, I've been doing it my way for 30 years.

Nobody complained.

Rights.

Junkies, pushers, hopheads, scum.

I say it's a war.

In a war, you use everything you've got to kill the enemy.

But me?

Me, the beach.

Just two years before I was supposed to retire with full pension.

You didn't come down here to hear me sound off.

No, I didn't.

I'd like to know where Tom is.

Tom? What for?

The suspect in the factory bus said that Tom was one of the cooks.

What?

He said that Tom was working with him.

What are you saying?

I'm only telling you that the suspect... Well, he's a liar.

You described Tom perfectly, Morgan.

Now, Garrett, you're talking about my son.

Yeah, I know it.

But you know that I have to follow up on this, that nobody gets immunity.

Well, the punk is lying. It's got to be a frame of some kind.

I checked, Morgan.

Tom's a chemistry major, straight A student.

Listen, McGarrett, my son spent four years in Vietnam.

Silver star, two purple hearts.

Trying to tell me he's mixed up with hotheads and pushers.

I'm not judging you, Morgan.

He's innocent until proven guilty.

I only want to talk with him.

He'll tell you.

He'll tell you himself.

I don't know where he is, but I'll have him at your office at 3 o'clock. You

have my word on it.

That's good enough for me.

Some haul.

Biggest we ever had.

Got to be worth...

Five million on the street, depending how it's cut.

I've never known stuff to be converted on this side of the world before. What's

the point?

Beats me.

Morphine bricks are a lot easier to smuggle than bundles of opium paste.

We'll check with Interpol and the Bureau of Narcotics, see if we can get a line

on the source of the base.

So far, all we know from our informants is that there was some kind of a hijack

in Southeast Asia.

But the operation's got to be a big one.

The amount of goods involved, the cost of setting up the factory.

Tom. Tom.

What's up?

What? Are you out of your mind?

I've been around junkies for 30 years.

I know every kind of misery that dope can bring.

I hate it like the plague.

What are you trying to say?

McGarrett of 5-0 was about to see me.

He was in on a big bust.

A factory.

One of the punks they picked up said you were involved.

You're kidding.

That's what I said to McGarrett.

But you weren't convinced.

That figures.

I told McGarrett you weren't.

Now you gotta tell him.

Yeah, I knew Fallon.

He was a creep.

He used to hang around the campus.

One day he asked me to steal some chemicals for him. Said he'd pay a good

price. I told him to bug off.

I guess that's why he gave you my name, just to lighten his own load. You should

have hollered cop.

Just a minute, Morgan.

When was the last time you saw Ernie Fallon?

About four months ago.

Not since then?

No. Did he say what he wanted to use the chemicals for?

No. Did you ask him? No. Why not?

I didn't care. You didn't care. A creep comes up to you and asks you to steal

for him and you didn't care. What the hell's the matter with you?

Just a second, Morgan. Where were you yesterday afternoon?

Working in the lab at school.

Can anyone verify that?

No, I was working alone.

Now think hard. There must have been somebody in that school.

I told you I was working alone.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, Janice. Who?

Janice Wu.

She was in the class I had last year, but she left school in June. I saw her

outside the chemistry building.

We, uh, said hello, talked a minute.

Where does she live?

Oh, I don't know. I don't know her.

Okay, just one last thing.

Formality.

Is this Ernie Fallon?

Yeah, that's him.

Just did you remember him four months ago?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I guess that's it.

I told you he had nothing to do with it.

Thanks for coming in. Come on, Tom.

You caught something, didn't you, Steve?

Yeah.

Take a look at the transcript of Chin's interrogation of Felon. It's on my desk

here.

Near the bottom of the first page.

Question. Do you have any distinguishing marks, scars?

Answer. Birthmark on my lower back.

Question. How long have you worn a mustache? Answer. I grew it about a

month ago.

A month ago.

Tom said he hadn't seen Fallon in four months.

Yet he identified Fallon just as he remembered him four months ago.

In this photo, Fallon has a moustache.

Put a tail on the kid, Daniel, and find that girl, Janice Wool.

Right.

I tried to call you at your place.

And I've been trying to call you.

About this.

Have you read the story, Tom?

No.

Because you don't have to.

What's that supposed to mean?

Don't.

If Ernie Fallon was there, that means you were there. Don't you think I know

that?

The story says one suspect escaped.

Look, Jan, come here.

Come here.

You told me you were through with Ernie.

I am.

You'll find another Fallon.

I won't need these anymore.

Look, Jan, I need you.

No.

You don't need me. You never did.

I need you to tell the police you saw me outside of the chemistry building

yesterday at 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

No. Yes.

I'm not going to get involved in this.

You're already involved.

If I go to jail, you go to jail.

What are you saying, Tom?

I haven't done anything.

You think the police will believe that if I tell them you were in this with

Ernie and me? No.

Now look, Jan, you've got to help me. It'll be all right. You see, you've just

got to tell them.

No, I can't. I won't.

Now look, Jan.

You'll tell them.

You'll tell them.

Because you don't want to go to jail.

And because you love me.

Come on, I'll take you home.

It's time for your shot.

Shot?

What shot?

This one.

Central, pass me to McGarrett.

Yeah, Ben.

Tom and a girl just left his apartment on his bike. She answers the description

of Janice Wu Danny got from the university.

Okay, stay with him, Ben.

Contact Danno as soon as they come in for a landing.

Right.

Yes, Jenny?

Doc Bergman, Steve, calling from the hospital.

Doc, what do you got?

Ernie Fallon.

Dead Steve.

Shot once in bed. Close range.

Probably used a silencer. Nobody heard a thing.

Shot dead in a hospital with a guard on the door? All I do is postmortems. What

time, Doc?

About an hour ago. No more.

Tell Che and HPD I want anything they can come up with.

Is Duke there?

Did you take a coffee break?

No, sir.

He's questioning the cop on duty. Did you see any... Tell him to get back to

me.

No, sir.

Check with Steve when you're finished, Nuke. You were supposed to check the ID

of everyone who came into this room.

I figured Donaldson on a shift before me had already checked him out.

You figured wrong!

Miss Wu?

Miss Wu?

Williams, 50.

I want to report an OD.

275 Pelly Street, apartment 211.

I want a doctor with the ambulance, and you can tell him she OD'd on lewds.

This is a lousy place to meet. On the contrary, it is the best.

Now to get to the reason for this meeting.

We're going to need another factory.

Another factory? What for?

To process the other half of my base.

You didn't tell me there was more.

Well, we didn't want to risk the whole supply.

And as it turned out, we were right.

No way, I'm too hot. You have to get yourself another boy.

Tom, I'm going to be frank with you.

I hired you in Fallon's recommendation only because I could not find a

professional chemist in these islands to cook the base.

I still can't.

So, since I have to deal with a boy, I have no intention of finding myself

another one.

Look, I'm going to quit this whole... You're going to do nothing but put

together another factory.

Starting immediately.

If you quit now, your father wins.

Tom, I may be a corrupt man, but I'm not a stupid one.

You're doing this just for the money? I could never trust you.

But knowing you as I do...

I would stake my life on your dependability.

I'll let you know.

Will he do it?

Yeah. He'll do it.

There are forces inside of all of us.

Primitive instincts that tie us to our parents.

Love, hate, fear.

All directed towards them.

And against them.

Because Tom is a death wish for his father.

No gents.

Tom's not here.

Duke, Steve.

I'm at a junkyard on Sand Island.

Got a make on Tom Morgan from the owner.

Says the kid was in just this morning and bought a used washing machine

engine, some bed studs, supports, and some other things.

Okay, Duke, check a few of the odds. Maybe we can pick up Tom's trail and

reestablish surveillance.

HPD has a stakeout on his apartment.

Right. On it.

Anything on the limo license Ben got at the natatorium?

Yeah, the car's registered to the Oahu Car Leasing Company.

Ben's checking there now.

Dave, just got a make from Interpol on the two-man Ben photograph with Tom

Morgan.

You didn't come here to admire the view.

No, I didn't.

Take a look at these.

That's your son, Tom, and top Asian dealers.

Luce New, owner of a hotel in Saigon, dealer in the black market.

And Lee Sung, once one of the biggest Golden Triangle operators, according to

Interpol.

So what?

You don't know what they said.

Now, Garrett, you haven't got a case against him, and you know it.

You're kidding yourself, Morgan. Both as a cop and a father, you're kidding

yourself. Now, you know that Tom is in this up to his neck.

What you should be worried about is not what we'll do to him.

but what they'll do to him after they're through using him.

Best place for Tom to be right now is where you've put a lot of other people

for dealing in heroin.

Behind bars.

Give it some thought.

You're in with them.

You've been in with them.

My own son in with hopheads and pussies and junkies. That's right up to my neck.

I only had a little basement lab cooking speed. Then they found me and hired me

for the big stuff.

Why?

Tell me why.

You ever ask yourself how a kid who was afraid of his own shadow won all those

medals?

Because I didn't care whether I lived or I died.

It was either die at home for some imagined sin or off in the jungle

somewhere by a sniper's bullet, a jungle you drove me into.

It wasn't until I got home that I realized I wanted to live. Live long

enough to see you hurt.

What did I ever do to you? I gave you everything you ever had. What did you

ever give me except a childhood full of screaming and bickering, a prison guard

for a father, a cop looking over my shoulder, judging every move I ever

made? I tried to teach you some respect. Respect? For what, the law? That's

right, the law.

Respect?

You bug people, busted heads, paid off your informers. I heard it all. I saw it

all. Now, night after night, I heard you bragging about busting indoors, slamming

suspects around.

I did what I had to do.

Had to, had to what? Oh, stupid pup.

You don't know what they'll do to you when they find out they can't use you

anymore.

I don't care.

Well, I care.

Only because the names are the same.

Because you're still the big tough cop.

Without that, you're nothing. Your whole life be a big fat zero.

Oh, listen to me, damn it.

I'm gonna tell you what you're gonna do, and you're gonna do it. Understand?

There is nothing you can do. I can get rid of the evidence. I can save your

stupid hide.

Let me get the evidence. How?

Never mind how. I could get it.

I could get rid of it. The evidence is all they've got against you. It's as

simple as that. And once I do it, you're coming with me and you're going to do

what I tell you.

Come with you where? Out of the country.

Oh, come on. They followed us. They better not try.

Do you do this?

For me?

Okay.

You go to my place.

Wait till I phone you. Now, don't move.

Don't move.

Don't answer the door. Don't answer the phone.

until I ring once and then call back right away.

Properly, Tallman.

Phil, this is Lieutenant Olika.

I need the evidence in that narcotics raid in Waimai we made with the feds. I

think it was back in August 2nd, about 1972.

It's case number 2742.

Would you bring it down right away, Sergeant?

Sure, Lieutenant, right away.

Where's Lieutenant Olika?

Olika? He's pulling a night watch this week.

But he just called me and asked me to bring this down here.

Thank you.

We've made tests of the water in this whole area for signs of impurities.

There's traces of acetate ion and chloroform. Could you estimate where it

might have come from?

The only place I can think of is a cabin about two miles off Kalanianaole

Highway, just beyond Coco Head. Good.

Right. I won't believe this. Try me.

Steve just got a report from HPD.

Somebody stole that $5 million worth of junk out of the property room.

What?

Steve's on his way to HPD now.

What did he say about this setup?

Said to cool it until we hear from him.

How could it happen?

How many men have keys to this room?

Only the men pulling duty here. It was Tallman today.

You mean $5 million worth of junk and one man on duty?

On Sunday, yeah.

Steve, I don't know how they could have worked it.

Do you think Song and New did this?

There's only one man that I know of with enough savvy and enough guts to pull

this off.

McGarry, don't you ever take any time off?

I was about to ask you the same question.

You seem pretty busy for a guy who's supposed to be retired.

Well, you know the old saying, idle hands.

Yeah, yeah.

Yours were kind of busy this morning, weren't they?

I guess that's supposed to mean something.

Five million dollars worth of smack was stolen from the HPD property room early

this morning.

No.

Yes.

Well, isn't that something? Any idea who pulled the job?

I'll give you one guess.

Well, now, wait.

Hold it. You don't think I... Come on, Morgan. Knock it off. Knock it off. Will

you?

I never thought you'd go this far to protect Tom. Never.

McGarrett, I just about had a belly full of you.

Burglary, obstruction of justice, destruction of evidence, that's just for

openness. I hear you talking a lot, but you're not saying a damn thing. Senator

Morgan, please, don't snow me. I'm a cop, too.

You heard me, McGarrett. You don't have a thing on me, and you know it, so stop

bugging me.

All right.

Okay, now, just let me ask you one question.

Do you know where Tom is right now?

Yeah. My place. Well, go and take a look. And when he's not there, I'll tell

you where you can find him if you're still interested.

All right.

Super cop. Where is he?

He's in a cabin near Coco Head.

Cooking another batch of morphine bacon.

That's a damn lie.

You want to see for yourself? Now, I could bust him right now, but that

wouldn't stop Song and Nu from going into business someplace else. And it

wouldn't stop them from... killing tom just to to keep him from testifying

against him there's only one way morgan there's only one way to save him and

that's by wrapping up this whole rotten mess with your help

Song? Who is this?

Cliff Morgan.

Mr. Morgan, a surprise.

How good of you to call.

I got something you lost.

And what could that be?

Five million bucks worth of fresh cooking.

Yeah, I just heard it on the news. I'm familiar with the details.

I took it from the HPD property room.

I heisted it to make a deal with you.

You? I stood it?

I'll explain when we meet.

Now, where would that be?

Where my son's working.

I suggest you come here.

No way, Song. No way.

I want to make sure Tom is still alive.

Now, you don't have to tell me where the factory is. We meet someplace.

You take me to see Tom.

It's that or nothing.

Then say goodbye to the five million.

Hello?

Very well, Mr. Morgan.

We'll do it your way.

I hope you have not been followed.

I'll look at it and inform us if you have.

You show me my son and I'll show you where you can get back five million

worth of number four.

Now, this is volatile stuff, so before we go with it, put on the gas masks.

What's going on?

What's he doing here?

Your father insisted on seeing you. Seems that he has a deal to offer us.

Deal? What kind of a deal?

I have one million dollars worth of number four here.

In this bag.

It's your song if you guarantee my son's safety.

And if you leave the country.

All for one million.

How about the rest of the stuff? Give me an address.

Be a million a year for four years.

Your insurance?

That's it, Song.

No haggling. Take it or leave it.

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Morgan.

A hard bargain.

I don't like it. Why should we trust him?

Okay,

gentlemen, let's go.

Chin, you stay here.

Duke!

Teams one and two, move in.

It's a trap.

I thought... Just for a second, I thought...

You did something.

You actually broke the law.

For me.

I did.

You're a liar, Pop.

Have it your way.

Let's go, son. You're coming with me.

No, Pop.

You're coming with me.

Thank you.