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Tommy Reardon is in the hospital in a coma from a massive overdose of

Quaaludes prescribed by you. It is the finding of this inquest that he died by

his own hand. He's a murderer!

Murderer! Now you hear me, McGarrett, and you hear me good.

That coroner cleared me, I know my rights, and I'm going to have them.

Thank you.

What have we got? Looks like an overdose

Tom, wake up.

Tom, can you hear me? Any idea what he's on?

The ambulance driver said there was a pill bottle, but it was empty and there

was no label.

His father.

Well, maybe now we can get some questions answered. What was he taking?

How would I know?

I mean, what do kids take today?

Mr. Reardon, has he been acting strangely lately?

Strange?

Well, I haven't seen him that much.

But the last time I saw him, he acted like he was

hypnotized, walking in a trance or something.

Probably a methylqualone.

Kids call them downers.

First, I want to try and pump him out, and then I want to support his blood

pressure with four milliliters of LevoFed, adding to 1,000 milliliters of

5% extra.

Continue this until adequate blood pressure is sustained without the

therapy.

Maybe we can counteract whatever's gotten to his system already.

Doctor, will he be all right?

We'll know for several hours.

McGarrett. Steve, this is Tom Reardon.

Oh, Chief, you old pirate.

How's the best bows in the Navy ever had?

Well, not so good, Steve. It's, uh, my boy. It's Tommy. He's in the hospital.

He, uh, took some drugs, some pills.

Oh, gee, I'm so sorry. How is he? Critical.

He's been in intensive care since 2. It can still go either way.

How can I help?

I'm at the apartment.

I, uh, I found something.

Something that could make it murder if he dies.

I'll be right over. What's the address?

I was going crazy waiting, so I decided to come by and pick up some pajamas for

him to wear at the hospital in case he pulls through.

God, those words are hard to say.

Boy.

I don't see how he could live this way.

Things are a lot different today, Chief. When you were his age, you were on your

second tour of duty.

I haven't seen him for over a month.

Weren't you getting along?

Oh, yes.

Yes, we... Really?

Not really.

No, we haven't been getting along since Mother died.

I guess it's not easy to be a father and mother, too, huh?

I tried, Steve.

I did try.

He shut me out.

You know, I was in the Navy 30 years with all that discipline. I guess I just

can't understand someone who has no discipline at all.

Well, sometimes the generation gap can be wider than the Pacific Ocean.

I wish I'd had more patience.

Don't be so hard on yourself, Tom.

Nobody's blaming you.

If Mary would still be here, she could talk to him, you know? She always

could.

I know that he'd been losing weight, but tonight I couldn't believe it when I saw

him.

Look at that.

Looks like he pawned everything he owned.

TV, stereo.

Remember that, Steve?

The guitar.

Remember, Steve? That was...

His 14th birthday, when I gave it to him, he... He wanted to be an Elvis

Presley then.

Chief, I can't... I can't tell you how sorry I feel.

You said you found something?

Yeah.

It's, uh, methoqualon.

Downers of the hospital said Tommy was on it.

Dr. Harvey Danworth.

One of those pill-pushing doctors.

If Tommy dies, Danworth's murdered.

Now, wait a minute, Chief. I have no more use for pill-pushing doctors than

you have. So let's not make any emotional judgments.

We'll investigate and find out why this prescription was written.

Look at the date, Steve.

I mean, he saw Tommy yesterday.

How could any doctor prescribe drugs to somebody in Tommy's condition?

He was 20 pounds underweight.

Mr. Riordan, there's a phone call for you. It's the hospital.

How is he, Doctor?

I'm afraid he slipped into a coma.

We found needle marks under the boy's arm.

I don't understand.

I mean...

He'd just taken some pills.

Sometimes they crush the pills. They dissolve them in a solution and inject

it, just as a heroin addict does.

But why? Makes the high come faster with greater intensity.

Did he, uh, ever wake up?

Yes, briefly.

He thought he was talking to you.

He did?

What'd he say?

He said, Father...

I'm sorry.

You never call me dad.

Sorry to bother you this early, Walter, but it's important. Don't worry about

it, Steve.

I asked Dr.

Whitewood of the State Medical Control Board to join us.

Dr. Whitewood, Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

Good morning, Doctor.

How do you do?

Well, it's been a long night.

May even be a longer day, so I'll get right to the point.

A young man I've known since he was a boy.

He's in general hospital in a coma.

He overdosed on Quaaludes prescribed by a local doctor.

Dr. Harvey Danworth.

Oh, I've heard of him.

What do you know about him?

Well, not much. He's only been in the islands a couple of years.

He's said to be somewhat unorthodox, but there's never been any mention of

anything like this.

There must be some mistake.

Yeah, and it appears the doctor made it.

Take a look at that.

This boy is apparently already addicted.

He goes to this Dr. Danworth in terrible physical condition, and Danworth gives

him a prescription for more drugs? Why?

I'm sure Dr.

Danworth will have an explanation.

I can't wait to hear it.

Walter, where does the DA's office stand on a case like this?

Well, actually, Steve, our present position is that unless it can be proven

that a doctor has violated one of the drug statutes, we have no position.

Boy, that's double talk if I ever heard it. A boy is in a hospital near death

from an overdose of a prescribed drug, and you're telling me no one has done

anything wrong nor unethical?

Mr. McGarrett, this drug is legal. It helps many people.

What doctors prescribe or don't prescribe is a matter of professional

judgment, and matters of professional ethics are the jurisdiction of the

Medical Review Board, and they can recommend that criminal action be taken.

Do you know how many doctors in Hawaii your medical review board censured last

year?

No. One.

And one the year before.

So that's not good enough for me, Walter. It will have to do. If someone

commits suicide by driving over a cliff, do you arrest a man who sold him a car?

No. But if you sell a mentally disturbed man a gun, you shouldn't be surprised

when he goes out and uses it to kill someone.

What can I do for you, Mr. McGarrett?

I'm here in regard to a patient of yours, Tom Reardon, Jr.

Reardon?

Yes. What about him? Have you seen him recently?

Yes. He was in the office a few days ago.

Did you notice anything strange about his behavior?

Nothing strange for him, no.

What was his physical condition?

Why do you ask?

Because I'm a police officer conducting an official investigation. Now, would

you mind answering the question?

What was the question?

What was his physical condition?

He was underweight.

He was confused, tense, disturbed.

Couldn't sleep. I gave him something to calm him down.

Quaaludes? Methaqualone.

In your parlance, Quaaludes.

I see.

Wouldn't you diagnose his condition as an emotional problem rather than a

physical one?

Yes. Then wouldn't it have been wiser to send him to a psychiatrist?

I've tried. So far, he's refused to see one.

So you gave him something to calm him down?

Is there a point to this?

Tommy Reardon is in the hospital in a coma from a massive overdose of

Quaaludes prescribed by you, Doctor.

When did this happen?

Not long after his appointment with you, Doctor.

Mr. McGarrett.

I prescribed what I thought the boy needed.

And you certainly can't be held responsible for his failure to follow

instructions on the bottle, huh?

Who do you think you are?

How dare you force your way in here and question my way of practicing medicine?

I gave that boy the best treatment I know how to do.

Now, if you'll forgive me, I've got patients waiting for me.

Excuse me, Doctor.

There's a phone call for Mr. McGarrett.

I just took a call for you from the hospital.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

Well, doctor, your patient won't be needing your services anymore.

Tommy Reardon is dead.

Get out.

Yeah, I'm going, doctor.

But I'll be seeing you again.

Count on it.

Tommy Reardon was a shy, gentle young man who simply couldn't cope with the

pressures of everyday life. He was always talking about being unable to

find the magic, as he called it.

I tried to convince him that there was no such thing as a magic ingredient.

I really thought that I was making some progress.

But I guess he was just using me.

He was using you? Order. Order, Mr. Reardon. Sit down or I'll have you

removed. You're not going to believe him!

Mr. Reardon, sit down.

Please. I'm all right.

Go on, Dr. Danvers. I apologize for this interruption.

That's about all there is.

Perhaps I should have been more careful. Perhaps I made a misjudgment.

Sounds like he means it.

We'll see, Daddo.

We'll see.

Thank you, Dr. Danworth.

You may step down.

It would seem that Dr. Danworth might have used greater discretion.

But upon considering the psychiatric profile submitted on the decedent, it is

our conclusion that Thomas Reardon, Jr.

simply would have obtained the drugs from other sources.

Therefore, it is the finding of this inquest that he died by his own hand.

This hearing is concluded.

No!

He's a murderer!

Murderer!

Come on, Tom, please. But you put the dope in it.

Someday you're going to know what it feels like. You'll know what it's like.

Please, all right, folks, kindly, clear the room, please, quickly. Come on.

Tom, take it easy, please.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes, I'm all right, thank you. I just want to get out of here. Very well,

doctor. I hope you feel exonerated.

Tom. Oh, he kills my son and you're letting him walk out of here? Tom, we

haven't closed the case.

Trust me, please.

Please.

See that he gets home.

Oh, boy, Dano.

Tom Reardon and I served on the same ship.

I was at his wedding and his wife's funeral.

We've been friends for years, Dano.

I've never seen him so distraught.

What's he do now, Steve?

He's a security chief at a local hotel.

Is there anything you want us to do?

Yeah, Dano.

Yeah. You can start by finding out all there is to know about this Dr.

Danworth.

I'd also like to know how many prescriptions for dangerous drugs are

floating around town with his name on them.

Steve, Dr. Danworth... Yeah, I know, Dano.

I know.

He's been cleared, but not by me.

Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight.

Okay, that was spectacular, you guys.

I'll see you next Saturday. Thank you all very much. Bye-bye.

Hi, Steve.

Hi, Jerry.

Have you given it some thought?

Oh, it didn't take much thought.

You know, when you work with young bodies like I do every day, you see them

at their best. And then sometimes you see what drugs can do to the very same

bodies. This is police undercover work I'm asking you to do, Jerry.

Not training dancers.

But how hard can it be to get a doctor to prescribe some pills for me?

Could be a lot more to it than that.

Such as?

Such as ending up dead in a cane field.

I want to do it, Steve.

If I can help just one of those kids, it'll be worth the risk.

You're sure?

Positive.

Okay. You got the job.

Thanks.

That, gentlemen, is the backside, the match, and one press.

Come on, gentlemen, time to pay up, and I'm thirsty.

Did you see that one?

Straight as a die. Right in.

The best ball I ever... Hey, Harvey!

Have you got a second?

You guys go on ahead. I'll catch up with you.

Listen,

it's good to see you. I was in the foursome just ahead of you. Look, I had

to work with you at the clinic.

And I want you to stop bothering me.

The answer is still no.

Hey, wait a minute. I wasn't looking for you.

This is my club, too, you know.

Maybe it's time I found a new club.

You know, my money's as good as yours. After all, we do make it the same way.

I don't write prescriptions like I was some kind of movie star handing out

autographs.

Don't get righteous with me, Doctor.

None of my patients ever died of an overdose.

How would you know?

You don't even know who your patients are.

You checked the Makai suite and the other one.

You see her to the bottom? Excuse me, Tom. Can I have a word with you, please?

Oh, sure, Steve.

I, uh, made a fool of myself yesterday, huh?

Yeah, Tom, you did.

And you assaulted and threatened a man, which is very serious.

I can't help how I feel. You know, Steve, life's got such a sense of humor.

Tommy and I were just beginning to, how do you put it, communicate.

I thought you hadn't been seeing him.

Well, we didn't solve our problems, but at least we'd made a start.

Dr. Danworth said that Tommy wouldn't see a psychiatrist. Is that true? He

didn't need a psychiatrist.

All he needed was to learn to become a man.

They tell me that demanding that isn't always the best way to accomplish it.

Danworth was right about one thing. Tommy needed that magical ingredient to

help him get by, and I told him. I told him that he had to grow up, that he had

to face reality.

Has it ever occurred to you that he might have had a different view of

reality?

Sooner or later, he'd come around to my way of thinking, except for Danworth.

That's what I want to talk to you about, Tom.

I want you to let me handle Dr.

Danworth.

You? But how?

I thought 5-0 couldn't get involved.

That's right, not officially.

But I consider this a very personal matter.

I do appreciate what you're trying to do, Steve.

I do.

But I can handle it. Oh, sure, sure.

And then Five-0 will really have a reason to get involved, huh?

Stay out of it, Tom.

Remember the expression in the Navy?

That's an order not to be confused with a request.

Huh, buddy?

Okay.

Anything down? Nothing from the mainland on Danworth yet. I found out he's been

licensed to practice in the state of Hawaii just over two years.

He does a lot of charity work. He spends one day a week at the Westside Clinic,

donates his services to the Senior Citizen Center downtown.

What about his personal life? How does he live?

He drives a 78 Mercury, lives in a comfortable house in Kahala, but you'd

hardly call it a mansion.

The numerous prescriptions he writes.

Did you check the pharmacy records of dangerous drugs?

Duke's on that now.

He's already covered half the sources, and there's nothing out of line.

Well, if he is pushing pills in a big way, it's got to show up in the records,

don't it?

Okay.

You wanna? Hit me the governor, please.

Dr. Danworth?

Yes, that's right.

Who are you?

I'm, um... I need help, Doctor, and a friend of mine said I should see you.

Oh, I see.

Well, didn't your friend tell you I've got an office?

I spend one day a week at the Westside Clinic?

Well, I couldn't wait.

You see, I'm starting this new job tomorrow, and I'm really uptight about

it. I mean... Well, I've got these terrible headaches, and I can't sleep.

I was hoping you could give me something to calm me down.

Like what?

I don't know.

Maybe some downers?

What do you think, I carry a prescription pad around in my hip

pocket? Please, doctor, I really need your help.

Well, you, uh, you look pretty healthy to me.

But I'm not.

I'm really nervous and jumpy.

Hey, look, doctor, just help me out this time and I'll be your best

advertisement. A lot of my friends need help, too.

I do know that it's unethical, possibly even illegal, for a doctor to prescribe

dangerous drugs for a patient who doesn't need them.

Please.

Hey, you've done it for other people. Why can't you do it for me?

Wait a minute. What are you talking about?

What other people?

Come on, doctor.

I don't think we should use names. Do you?

Let me think about it.

Hey, look. Wait.

I need something now.

Take a couple of aspirin. Call me at the clinic.

What clinic?

The west side, Finnick.

Hurry up and be on time for your appointment so you can wait.

What?

This place is like the unemployment office.

I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right.

What are you in here for?

I'm sick. What else?

If you're sick, a lot of girls ought to catch what you've got.

I'm sick in a way that doesn't show.

Where'd you hear about this place?

Where it gets around.

My name's Kona Emery.

If you ever have any trouble getting an appointment here, give me a call.

You don't look like a doctor to me.

Maybe not, but I can provide some of the things you might need.

Jerry Colby?

That's me. Dr. Danvers will see you now.

Say, I did want to take you up on your offer.

Why would I call you for an appointment, doctor?

I like to think of Sandy Beach as my office.

Everybody around there knows me.

Oh, hello, Miss Colby.

Come on in.

Sit down over here. I want to take your blood pressure.

The aspirin didn't help.

Oh. Well, it's the way it goes sometimes.

Tell me about these, um, friends of yours.

My friends?

Yeah, the ones who said needed help, like you do.

What sort of, um, symptoms do they have?

Well, they vary.

Some are tense, nervous, like me.

Others are, you know, really depressed.

They can't get it together.

Hmm. Mm-hmm.

Well, then maybe you'd better send them in to me.

Suit yourself.

You wouldn't save a lot of time and trouble if you, um, just gave me their

prescriptions.

Well, I'm not sure I'm following this.

It's really very simple.

Branch office.

Yes, send him in, please.

Dan Williams.

Doctor, my associate, Dan Williams. What can we do for you? A young woman

approached me about some drugs.

I know how concerned you are about these things.

And you thought we should know about it. You already know about it. You sent her.

Now, don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about.

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm talking about this.

There's more. Here, I made you a copper. You listen to it. It makes me sick.

I've run into cops like you before.

This Miss Colby wasn't bad, but it didn't work.

Now, you hear me, McGarrett, and you hear me good.

That coroner cleared me. I know my rights, and I'm gonna have them. Is that

clear?

Steve, it doesn't sound like a guilty man to me.

I know, Dano.

My God.

Maybe I misjudged the man.

Thanks, Jerry.

You tried, and I appreciate it, but I don't know. Maybe I was wrong about

Danworth.

Maybe there's a way we can find out for sure.

What do you mean?

Well, while I was waiting at the clinic, I met this guy named Kona Emery.

And he's, I don't know, 27, 28, maybe.

And he said if I couldn't get help at the clinic to call him, that he could

provide some of the things I might need.

Did he say Danworth was his connection?

No, but Danworth was there that day, and he had two and two.

Yeah, and sometimes you get a set of circumstances that don't add up to

evidence. No, I don't know, Jerry.

Let me check this character out. What'd you say his name was?

Kona Emery.

Let's see if he's got a rap sheet.

Well, is there anything I can do in the meantime?

No, I think we'd better cool it.

If Emory is working with Dr., uh, what's his name? Danworth?

Danworth. We have to be careful.

Danworth knows you're working for me now.

Okay.

I'll wait to hear from you then.

Hey, I've got a class.

And the teacher should never be late, right?

Never. See you later.

Steve?

Yeah, Dan, I'm out here.

I hate to tell you this, but everyone we interviewed said that Damworth was the

one doctor they know who's not interested in money.

He doesn't have a society practice, and he doesn't live high.

Doesn't he have any extravagance?

Well, he's a member of a golf club, and he has a boat down at the marina. But

he's making payments on it just like anybody else.

There was a picture of a teenage girl on his desk. Does he have any children?

Not here, Steve.

We're still checking the mainland.

Takes longer when you're asking these things unofficially.

I know, Dono, and I appreciate the discreet way you and Duke are handling

it.

Is there anything else?

Yeah. Check out a character named Kona Emery. He hangs around Sandy Beach.

Grab that, will you, Dono?

My bet is that he has a record.

Steve, Walter Napoli for you.

Put him on speaker, Dono.

Yeah, Walter.

Steve, Dr. Whitewood's with me.

She's got a problem.

What kind of a problem?

Seems that Harvey Danworth has gone to the medical board to complain that

you've been harassing him.

Seeking evidence is not harassment, Walter.

Now, he claims that you tried to get him to prescribe drugs for a girl who didn't

need them.

Well, he should know if she needed them or not.

What else?

Before the inquest, we talked to him at great lengths. Now, he's not a suspect.

There hasn't been a crime committed.

Is that it?

Steve, the law is on his side. Now, if he wants to file a complaint, he can

have you arrested. Now, I'm warning you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have people

in the office.

Tough one, Steve.

Yeah, everything we can find out about Danworth seems to put him in the clear.

His prescription record is clean.

He doesn't live extravagantly.

All that charity work he does.

But there's something about this situation with Dan Worthit I just can't

fathom.

I'm gonna have another talk with the gentleman.

I want to see you first thing on Monday morning. Understand?

Is there someplace we could talk, Doctor?

What are you doing here, McGarrett? I thought we'd reached an understanding.

I'd appreciate it if we could talk somewhere.

I

didn't come here

to argue with you, Doctor.

I came here to appeal to you.

All over the country, young people's lives are being ruined by doctors who

abuse their right to prescribe drugs.

You know that as well as I do.

I'm more aware than you know.

Maybe I was wrong about you, Doctor. Maybe you're not one of the guilty ones.

Maybe you can help me find the ones who are guilty.

That's three maybes in a row.

Well, unlike doctors, cops often have...

Limited vocabularies.

You've got to understand something, Mr. McGarrett. You can't always practice

medicine strictly by the book. Sometimes you've got to throw the book away.

You mean you can condone what those doctors are doing?

Of course I don't. But what do you want me to do about it?

Tell me what you know, doctor.

Give me some names.

I don't know any names.

Do you realize that it's a crime to withhold information in a criminal

investigation?

Well, there you go with your threats again.

Supposing the information I gave you was wrong and it ruined the career the way

you're trying to ruin mine.

I'm not trying to ruin your career, Doctor.

Let's have that clearly understood at the outset.

Think about it. Isn't your silence a mistaken attempt to protect your

colleagues in the medical profession?

I do what I think is right for my patients. That's all I owe anybody.

Very well, Doctor.

Very well.

If that's all you have to say.

That's all I have to say.

If you have nothing more to say, I've got patients waiting.

Doctor, I didn't come here to condemn you nor anyone.

I was hoping we could...

Resolve this and perhaps help someone. Maybe even save a life.

I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you.

Yeah, Donald. That surfer you wanted us to check out, Kona Emery, he does have a

rap sheet.

Anything interesting?

Strictly small time.

Shoplifting, three pot busts, no felonies.

No record of violence, no weapons possessions?

Nothing like that, Steve.

In fact, he's had no arrests in the last two years.

All right, then. I'll call Jerry and tell her it's all right to go ahead, but

tell her, please, to be very careful.

Right away.

Hey, don't I know you from someplace?

Funny. What's happening?

Well, you told me to look you up if I had a problem getting what I needed,

doctor.

What are you into?

Need to connect.

Just for yourself?

No. We're in the same business.

What business is that?

Making money.

You know what I'm talking about.

Look, I gotta make a call.

Can you meet me in Capulani Park in the morning by the old swimming pool at 10?

You have what I need?

Just be there.

Okay.

Ten o'clock.

Steve, anybody home? Oh, excuse me, sir. Come on in, Chief.

Yes, sir. I'll get back to you soon. Thank you.

How are you, you old... Sea dog.

The question is, how are you?

Do I sense a little antagonism, Tom?

Perhaps, but justified, don't you think?

Well, I can't give you any final answer, Tom. To be honest, I find Danworth a

very complex man.

In other words, nothing after three days. I didn't say that, Tom.

We've got someone working on an angle right now.

Oh, by the way...

Do you ever read the yachting column in the paper?

Not usually, no. Why?

It caught my eye today.

There was a photo of Danworth, so I read the story.

It seems there's a group from the marina taking a yachting trip to Maui this

weekend. Dr.

Harvey Danworth is leading the armada with his sloop.

Now, just how many pills do you figure he had to push before he could afford to

buy that boat?

Tom.

Relax, will you please?

We checked.

His boat, his home are heavily mortgaged. He even owes money on his

car. Now, we're doing everything we can, and in some people's mind, more than we

should. It's not enough. It's not enough for me, Steve.

Come on, Chief, will you please?

Please.

Don't do anything we'll both regret. Please, trust me. After all the years

we've been friends in the Navy and out, you have to know that I'm on your side.

But, Steve, I...

that you're on my side. Then give me a little more time.

Whatever you say, Steve.

You seen this, Doctor?

The coroner cleared you, but I haven't.

You feeling guilty, Doctor? You should.

You killed him.

No, I didn't kill him. You killed him.

I gave him the prescriptions, but he was on drugs because of you.

That's a lie!

The only lie is the one you're telling yourself.

He came to me because you failed him.

You didn't turn him away.

He needed a psychiatrist. He wouldn't see one because he was afraid you'd

think he was weak.

Now, you have to believe me, Mr. Reardon.

I was trying to help him.

Oh, you helped him, all right.

And now I'm gonna pay your bill.

You're making a terrible mistake.

Right on time. I like that.

You got the stuff?

I'm here, aren't I?

So how much do you want?

Oh, let's start off small.

How about a couple hundred each of reds and rainbows?

Maybe 300 downers.

That's your idea of starting off small?

You know, you're talking 35 prescription slips.

Look, man, if it's too much for you... No, no. You got the money, I got the

stuff. I got mine right in here.

You know, there's a lot of magic in these pages.

Did you ever try any free samples?

Hey, it's just a business with me.

I'm like you.

I'm into everything and nothing.

You're under arrest!

Are you all right? I'm a little shook up, but I'm okay.

What's this all about?

Ah, that's funny.

You see that man out there? He's a police officer.

He photographs the whole meeting. Also, the lady was wearing a microphone.

So your whole conversation was recorded.

It's going to be a long time, Emery, before you see a rainbow any place but

in the sky.

Take a look at this, Steve.

Dr. Daniel Savio, huh?

Dr. Savio?

Who's that, Steve?

He works at the Westside Clinic, Dana, with Dr. Danworth. He's a pill doctor.

Okay, book that one.

Have HPD pick up Savio.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Steve, the officer sent this out. It's the information you wanted on Danworth.

Ah, good.

That's good.

You had all the answers.

The ones that worked for you. But you never tried to understand him.

I tried to teach him how to be a man.

You still don't see it, do you?

May I have your attention, Doctor?

This is called the outfit.

I mashed some of the pills.

All you have to do is heat them and inject them.

What? You're going to die the way Tommy died.

Chief, don't. Stand back, McGarrett.

Don't give me the gun. You said you were my friend. You said you were going to

help me. I am helping you.

I'm saving your life and his.

Now listen to me. I found the truth.

He killed Tommy.

He's got to know what it's like.

He knows. Believe me, he knows.

What are you saying?

This was his daughter, Jenny, age 19.

She died just as Tommy died of an overdose.

I don't believe it. All right, here.

It's all in this dossier. Here, read it.

It's true.

He was a widower, just as you were, trying to raise a child alone.

Tell him, Doctor, please.

I couldn't communicate with Jenny any better than you could with Tommy.

When she couldn't get what she needed at home, she went someplace else.

He saw Tommy in a way you could never see him because he'd been through it

with his own child.

If I'd turned Tommy away, he'd have found what he wanted on the street just

the way Jenny did.

But you thought you were helping him?

As long as I kept a dialogue going with him, I thought I had a chance. He needed

a father. You just weren't the right one.

You should have come to me!

Me!

And would you have believed him, Tom?

Would you?

I tried my best.

Sometimes the best is not good enough, huh?

I think I owe you an apology, Doctor.

No, you don't. No, I never should have given Tommy that prescription. I should

have seen how desperate he was. I should have found some other way.

And you should have told me about Dr. Savio because you knew, didn't you?

You caught him? Yes.

HPD has him in custody.

How could I tell you about him when I was guilty of the same thing?

I should be going to jail with him.

I don't think so.

You once said that you can't always practice medicine by the book.

Sometimes we can't practice law enforcement strictly by the book either.

Sometimes there are extenuating circumstances.

I'm sorry, Mr. Reardon.

I can't do anything about the past.

I don't think it's a question of what's happened in the past, Doctor.

What's important is what you're going to do in the future.

Let's all... Let's all try to forgive, huh?

Thank you.