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well 50 has always operated as a completely independent agency but since

your confidence in that policy has apparently eroded i welcome the

investigation kill a cop now you're talking bananas don't kill guido fray

you set that poor little guy up stop you set him up

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's the name?

Truck.

What are you doing there?

What time is it?

It's later than you think, cousin.

Hey, so it went down, huh?

Yeah, it went down. How many suspects you took into custody?

Nine.

Nine? Six cardboard cutouts, two mannequins, and a jack in the box.

We were had, man, but good.

So where'd you get this hot tip from, cousin?

Hey, man, look, I'm telling you. It had to be the place truck. My tip was hot.

Man, it's an angel dust cookery.

Man, on the southeast wind, it stunk up the whole west wharf like somebody was

cooking Jostix in vinegar.

So I guess you just had a leak somewhere.

Go back to bed, Joey.

Hey, Truck.

So what, this means that McGarrett ain't gonna recommend me to the police academy

the way you promised you'd get him to do, huh?

Now, Joey, how can I make you a promise like that when you've already flunked

the entrance examination three times?

Truck, listen, man.

I've been studying up.

Can't you see that? Look.

Where'd you get all this stuff?

One of them how-to books.

How to what?

How to be a cop.

Yeah.

No,

no, I think you're being very understanding, Steve.

Yeah, right.

It was embarrassing.

You looked like a bunch of idiots.

We'll give you a full report when you get in tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Well?

It was a solid tip.

Well, then somebody blabbed.

There were 17 officers on that raid.

You mean we got a rotten apple in the barrel?

Either that or somebody spotted off to their wife or their girlfriend.

Maybe we were bugged.

A bug at 5-0.

All right, look, truck, let's not rule out anything.

We'll, uh, we'll have those sweep experts in tomorrow morning, huh?

Just when McGarrett's in L.A. giving a lecture on police security, 5-0 gets a

leak.

Hey, come on, guys, please.

Hey, Mr. Lincoln's still having his breakfast. All right, Billy Swan.

Mr. Carew and his go-far always welcome in my little grass shed.

Ooh.

Have you seen this yet?

Huh?

Beautiful, isn't it? What a picture.

It was sent to me by some photographer. I don't know why he thought I'd be

interested in it.

Well, maybe it's because the Sing Lee Warehouse is owned by a company called

General Storage, which is a totally owned subsidiary of Trans Allied Import

and Export.

And we both know who that is, don't we?

Let me refresh your memory.

About six months ago, the state legislature regulated the distribution

of certain components.

to prevent their free use in the making of angel dust.

And by so doing, they stamped out the underground trafficking of that drug.

But it seems you found another source of supply.

Come on now, Carew. Give me a little more credit, huh?

I'm a legitimate businessman.

Would I fool around with an illegal commodity like that?

Velika, you'd fool around with kitten skins if you could turn a buck.

Now, McGarrett sent me over here to tell you he's not going to tolerate it.

Funny thing, Carew.

I'm listening, but I can't seem to hear you. Let me help you clean out your

ears.

That's not the first time you let your dirty hands on me.

That constitutes an assault. You saw it, brother.

Strange, Alika, but I just can't seem to hear you.

Get on the phone. Get a hold of that Guido Mariano and find out why he isn't

here yet. Mr. Mariano was already here, sir.

What are you talking about? When?

When the police was here.

What happened to you?

That cop was looking for me, wasn't he?

No, Guido.

What are you, getting paranoid or something?

About Carew, I am.

He wasn't looking for you. He was just...

You mean he's that Carew, the one who killed your brother Vince?

That Carew.

That was because Uto killed his wife and his daughter in Boston, wasn't it?

This old lady just got in a line of fire. We didn't mean to kill her.

We went there to tell Carew to keep his cop's nose out of our business.

Got smart with his hands, we taught him a lesson.

Hey, you're not, uh...

I'm planning on going somewhere. I'm not just taking out the laundry.

I'm sorry, Guido.

You're not going anywhere.

You and me are partners.

We got a deal. You're my supplier.

I can't let you walk out of here.

I'm flying in the first plane to the mainland.

The guy is totally bananas, you understand?

I mean, he's like obsessed.

He's not going to rest till he blows me away.

I'm gonna talk to you like your uncle, not like your partner.

If you were to go wherever, this Carew would just follow you, you know that.

That seems a pity to me, that brilliant young guy like you. You got a great

future ahead of you. Should spend the rest of his life running.

I don't see any alternative.

Why not?

We can take care of Carew.

Kill a cop? Now you're talking bananas.

Not kill, Guido.

Frame.

Frame. Frame.

Frame a cop.

Discredit, dishonor, disgrace a cop.

There's more than one way to skin a cop, you know.

Now listen to me.

I'm working on something right now. On 5-0. When it's over.

Steve McGarrett would be lucky if he can find himself a job as a bank card

somewhere.

I'm going to need another fool guy beside McGarrett.

Crew? Why not?

My enemy goes down a sewer, yours goes right down with it, only deeper.

How deep?

Would you call a long stretch and a slammer deep enough?

Internal Affairs has concluded that you have a corrupt cop on your staff,

McGarrett. And who asked you to investigate 5-0, Mr. Dexter?

Steve, you will admit that raid last night was a little embarrassing.

In fact, a total fiasco.

You weren't here, so I felt an immediate investigation was called for by some

totally impartial agency.

Internal Affairs fits the bill.

And I don't, I suppose.

I didn't say that.

No, you didn't say it, but Lieutenant Dexter's presence here says it for you.

Five-0 has always operated as a completely independent agency, Governor,

but since your confidence in that policy has apparently eroded, I welcome the

investigation. Steve, I did not precisely demand an outside

investigation. Well, I do, sir.

Most precisely, in fact. In fact, I insist on it.

So, the ball is in your court, Lieutenant.

I promise I'll stay out of your way.

I assume that means you won't try to obstruct me in any way.

Obstruct is an insolent word, Lieutenant, but I forgive you because

you don't know any better.

Rest assured that if you ram your head into any stone walls, they won't be of

my constructing.

The first wall is your oh-so-confidential files, McGarrett. I

want the personnel records on Wilson and Carew.

And why those two?

Because they're the obvious infiltrators.

hired not so long ago, and in my opinion, without a thorough perusal of

their backgrounds.

Well, I personally hired them, and I'll personally vouch for their integrity.

How do you like that?

Will you now?

Are you aware that Carew was dismissed by the Boston PD?

Do you know that the investigation came within a hair's breadth of lodging

criminal charges against him? Yes, I also know that he was permitted to

resign without prejudice.

I also suspect that in your well-known objectivity, you already have him

charged, convicted, and imprisoned, huh?

Gentlemen, please, I don't think this is accomplishing a thing.

Yes?

But I don't know any Mr.

Sing Lee.

Excuse me, Governor. Sing Lee is the man who owns the warehouse we raided, sir.

The KLB evening news.

But why should we watch... Hello?

Hello?

I suspect that that paragon of crime reporting, Mark Maynard is about to

deliver another one of his diatribes, huh?

And he doesn't want us to miss it.

Perhaps, but it's more likely it's Alika who doesn't want us to miss it.

Steve, Alika, I can understand.

But what did you ever do to this Maynard to create such enmity?

Well, among other things, I threatened to have him drummed out of the Honolulu

press corps for exposing confidential evidence in the Jericho kidnap case. You

remember that.

The victim ended up dead anyway.

Governor, I'll fight as hard as any man for freedom of the press, but it

disgusts me when a being a little opportunist like Maynard exploits that

hard-earned freedom for personal glory.

Shall we turn him on?

And as this investigative reporter has noted before, the once vaunted 504s

has deteriorated to the level of a small-town constabulary.

I have received from a confidential source a photograph hilariously

illustrating... 5-0's most recent fiasco.

Is it any wonder that every felon along the coconut grapevine is busting his

buttons with laughter?

And the butt of this ludicrous joke is a man who is rapidly becoming a joke

himself. His name, his name, give his name.

The head of 5-0, Steve McGill.

And why is he failing so dismally?

Because he is a man of such personal vanity that good men have been resigning

in disgust.

And have been replaced by incompetent sycophants.

Consequently, security has so eroded that the force can't make a move

without the bad guys knowing in advance.

Stay with KLB, friends.

There will be more exclusive revelations in the very near future.

Mark Maynard will be back at 11 with News Roundup.

KLB News continues with Alice Pike's Consumer Report.

Sir, could you please tell me how to get to this address?

Well, I ought to be able to. I live there. So does my aunt.

It's a small world, isn't it?

Yes.

Well, I tell you what, it's four blocks down and two to the left.

Thank you very much. You're welcome.

I got a hot lead for you, Sarge. No titles, Joey. Yeah, right, Sarge. I

found out where they're moving that Angel Dust lab.

Oh, yeah? Where?

Moving it to a shack on Hilo Point.

When's this move gonna happen? Tomorrow sometime.

Where'd you get this, Joey? Well, my informant is a trucker. You know, he

does odd jobs for Kumu.

Go on.

You see, I'm developing this kind of friendship with the subject.

Will you can the cop talk and get to the point? Yeah, okay, look.

He talks a lot when he drinks, right? So I listen a lot when I buy.

What's his name?

What's his name? What's the matter with you, Truck? You know a good cop never

betrays a connection.

Oh, damn it, cousin.

His name is Billy Kahana.

Wouldn't McGarrett say I could start at the academy, huh?

I keep telling you, McGarrett has nothing to do with the police academy.

It's run by HPD.

But he could at least recommend me for an appointment, can't he? For the sake

of my sanity, I dearly hope so, Joey.

We do it right this time, gang.

No one is to know the target until you get there.

No one but the three of you.

You'll hit at the end of the day, which should get them plenty of time to set

up, is that clear?

Maybe we should put a stakeout on that shack right now, Steve.

No, no. That might spook them.

Yeah.

Yeah, they look fine.

Any one of those would fool somebody.

That's great.

It's just fine.

Thank you.

What is it?

Y-5-0's about to ride again.

And if I got a reception waiting for him this time...

Can you believe this?

I got word there's a reception here for Five-O. What is going on here?

Looks like a bunch of beautiful kids to me. And that's exactly what it is, a

reception. A very nice man contacted us and asked if we would participate in a

surprise salute to Mr. McGarrett and his wonderful officers.

The same man even supplied us with pennants and that sign, which he

explained was a kind of inside joke.

And I personally know that Mr. McGarrett has a wonderful sense of humor.

Well, we'd better laugh while we can, fellas.

When this hits the telly, we're going to look like a bunch of fools.

What's going on, Steve?

There have been many attempts in the past to discredit 5-0, but this is the

first time anyone has tried to laugh us out of existence.

Could this be Alika's dirty work?

Oh, it's definitely Alika, Governor.

I know that. But at the same time, he's flooding the streets with angel dust.

But why would he endanger a million-dollar operation just to

embarrass us?

That thug would endanger a billion-dollar operation if he could cut

your throat, Steve.

Come in.

Oh, Lieutenant Dexter.

He wants to do a lie detector test on every member of the raiding party.

What do you say, Steve?

I think it'd be a waste of time.

With the exception of myself and my staff, no one had the least idea where

we were headed until we got there.

One of the three was Carew, I presume.

Oh, come on. Get off Carew's back, Dexter.

That's another waste of time.

We've got to start somewhere, McGarrett.

I insist we test Carew.

Okay, if you insist.

then everyone on 5-0 takes a polygraph test.

That includes me.

Oh, not you, Steve. There's no implication here that you're suspect.

Yes, sir, me. Anything you submit my staff to, I'll submit to also.

It's just that we're looking for some logical explanation for these fiascos.

Governor, I can think of only one explanation at the moment, and I'm

accepting your word that my office is not bugged. Is that correct?

Now, this tip...

had to be a come-on deliberately fed to our informant. That triggered the raid,

believe me.

That's a nice cop-out theory.

Lieutenant, you're not making much headway on this thing.

It takes time.

Time is what we don't have.

Steve, we need your expertise on this.

Oh? I thought I was to be excluded from this.

Let's just say that order is now inoperative.

I see.

Thank you, Governor.

What do we got?

Look at this, huh?

Huh?

Deeper and deeper.

Hey, Johnny, you pick a bank?

Citizens National Bank.

All right.

Know what to do.

Deeper and deeper.

See it on the range?

Yeah.

Hey,

Joey.

Hey, truck.

Hey, man, I've been looking all over for you.

There's been some new developments in the case. What developments?

You know my informant, Billy Kahana?

Well, last night he was babbling about something big that's going to happen

down McCool Beach.

When?

There's no place for a lab there.

But hey, it's a good place to beach and boat.

I ain't heard nothing about no boats, Sarge.

The pushers are getting real hard off range with us.

Could be the Kuma is about to receive a new shipment at Makua Beach.

You get back to your job before you lose it. Truck?

There's been some... Well, there's this second development that kind of bothers

me. What second development?

Well, you know, last night while I was drinking in my informant, I noticed a

couple of suspects maintaining a surveillance on me.

Do you know who they were?

No, but when I split the joint, they tailed me, so I went right into maneuver

six.

Maneuver six?

Yeah, how to lose a tail. It's in chapter nine.

I see.

So I give them the old sleeperoo, you know?

But when I woke up this morning, I noticed the two suspects in a van parked

in front of my pad.

Well, uh, I don't like the smell of this.

I'm putting you on ice.

You mean like in protective custody?

Yeah, Joey, like that. Come on.

Hey, Truck?

Yeah. On the way down, can I listen to the police calls?

Yeah, you can listen to the police calls, sir.

And your cousin had no idea who these men were?

Nope. Where did they stash him? At the Conner Motel in Pearl City.

Okay, Truck, you and Kimo pick him up. I want to talk to Joey about this guy

who's been feeding him all these hot tips.

He might be a plant.

I got an appointment to see Lieutenant Dexter in 20 minutes.

Yeah, what for?

Polygraph test.

Well, you can tell Lieutenant Dex that you'll take that test at your

convenience, not theirs. Call him and tell him I said so.

Thanks, Chief.

Sir, it takes so long, I had a hard time getting ahold of Dexter.

He wants to be a cop, but he'd sleep through a fire alarm.

Why'd he leave the door unlocked?

Hey, Joey.

He's been stabbed.

He's dead

I'm to blame, Steve.

Oh, come on now, Tuck. No, it's true. It's true.

You know it's not true.

He worked the waterfront.

You know the kind of hard times they work the waterfront.

So he mixed with them.

Picked up tips.

Good tips.

Because the poor sad little guy wanted to be a cop.

I should have told him to keep his nose clean.

But I didn't.

Because I wanted those tips.

I'm to blame, Steve.

Chuck, I'm a cop.

You're a cop.

We take what we can get where we can get it. Now, if our informant gets made, we

try to protect him. It's exactly what you did with Joey.

Because it went wrong someplace, it's not your fault.

You're about to learn what it means to be objective, McGarrett.

Take it.

It's been dusted.

$20,000.

The envelope is from the Wanahoa Lily apartment hotel, which is where Carew

lives. We all know where he lives. What about it?

We're following up on a tip developed by Neil Wee.

Got a court order to search the safety deposit box of the Citizens First

National.

The envelope and its contents were found in the box.

Here's the form signed by the man who rented the box.

Take a look, Carew.

It's your signature, isn't it?

Could be a forgery, couldn't it?

Oh, possibly.

But Carew's left thumbprint was found on the envelope.

Are you going to tell me that's a forgery, McGarrett?

Hey, Kimo, maybe that money's part of your severance pay from the Boston PD.

Or maybe he sold your house. That's where you could have got it.

Tell him, Kimo.

Perhaps he wants to stand on his right to remain silent.

Kimo, say something.

I'll take your gun and badge, Carew.

Let's go.

Wait. You didn't make just one phone call while I was waiting, did you? You

made two.

You set that poor little guy up. Stop it. You set him up. Stop.

You set him up. You sold Joey.

You sold Joey.

You sold Joey.

It's just perfect.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hello, girl.

All right, girls, take a swim or something, all right?

Well, everything's coming up roses.

Really?

My friend Carew's just been arrested for accepting a bribe.

You sure did a number on him, Mr. Alika.

I told you I'd do it, didn't I?

Why aren't you keeping up your end of the bargain, Guido?

The yacht's run into rough weather, Mr. Alika.

Every tick of the clock is costing me a fortune. My street butchers are empty

-handed. What do you want me to do about it, Mr. Alika?

Go to the winds?

Stop blowing?

I've been waiting.

I thought maybe you could use the right home.

Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

Hey, come on, man.

Look, I don't know why I'm taking all this out on you.

Cops are human, too.

We lose somebody we love, and we hurt just like anybody else.

If I'd have been... The trouble is, huh?

The trouble is that when we start hurting, we stop thinking like cops.

If I'd have been thinking, I'd have smiled the frame a mile away.

Did you say something about a ride, brother?

Huh?

Hey, truck.

Can you come up with one of those wands?

I already got one in the trunk of my car.

Let's go.

Where do we look first, brother?

Maybe in the directory of the American Bar Association.

You know, I mean, if this is gonna come to a full-dress hearing, I want a good

lawyer for myself.

Loie blew her top at me and said I was a rotten apple.

You know, I felt like sticking a gag in her mouth to keep her quiet.

See, the trouble is that they've confiscated the 20 grand for evidence.

I can't even get my hands on it for legal fee.

I tell you one thing, though. I'd, uh, I'd rather face a den of lions than I

would them guys from IA.

All these years on the force.

Of course, if it's one of those heavyweight attorneys, I'll have to sign

over the rights to the book that I'm going to write.

You know, The Confessions of a Crooked Cop?

How about some coffee, brother?

Aloha, sister.

That's her.

The cleaning woman? How can you be sure?

Because she's the same little fox that tricked me into leaving my fingerprints

on that envelope.

Finally. Finally, two things tip me off on her.

You know that necklace she wears around her neck with the initial L on it?

And Truck, did you ever see a charwoman with manicured hands?

I'll tell you something else.

What?

I'll bet you if we check into her personnel file, we'll see that she was

just recently hired.

And furthermore, that she has no prior work record as a charwoman.

Oh, wow.

And she planted the bug?

That's right.

And then she pulled it out temporarily when the sweeper showed up.

So it was me. It was me.

I practically broadcast where Joey was hid.

Truck.

Poor little guy.

Funny thing is, he could have been a good cop.

His tips were solid and detailed.

Well, I'll accept the last one about Makua Beach.

Makua Beach?

Oh, man.

With everything that's happened, I didn't even mention it, did I?

Yeah, you did.

Don't give it to me, Lieutenant.

Give it to him.

We were suckered, I guess. I apologize, Carew.

Well, forget it, Lieutenant.

We were suckered, too.

Lieutenant, you understand Carew's return to duty is still confidential.

The official word is that he's still suspended.

Lieutenant.

Steve, what are we going to do about Makua Beach?

Maybe we'll throw a little sand in their eyes, huh?

Yeah, Guido, what? Good news.

Boy, it's about time.

The yacht will clear Eupala Point tomorrow night.

I'm taking a boat out to meet her.

So? So, we should be standing at Makua Beach with your stuff the following

morning.

Hey, good boy, Guido.

What about McGarrett? I got him tottering on a brink right now. You want

one of these?

Billy.

Now, this is privileged information.

I've just been informed that it's definitely Halula Beach.

Where'd the tip come from?

The Drug Enforcement Agency on the mainland.

Where did they get it?

Oh, they don't reveal their source any more than we reveal ours.

But it came to the feds.

With a blue ribbon guarantee.

Solid, huh?

You can bet on it.

Okay, we use all available manpower.

I want hold of each staked out every day, beginning right now.

Come on, get those chemicals up to the jeep!

This, uh... This looks like a trap.

Yeah.

It's him.

It's the man who murdered my wife.

Police! Throw down your weapons!

Thank you.

Nemo? I couldn't hold him.

You tried, didn't you?

Yeah, I tried.

Yeah, I really tried.

But I wish somebody would tell me why.

Because you're a cop.

And that's what cops do.

We leave the rest up to the courts.

Yeah, I guess that's it, Steve.

It's really strange.

I dreamed of nothing but revenge for years.

But I don't feel good now.

Revenge is a cruel word, Kimo.

It hurts only the people who practice it.

I know.

Come on.

Let's go.

Yeah, there are 12 five-gallon tins. Will you take them to the police

property room, please?

Well, Maynard, it seems we were both at the right place at the right time for a

change. Well, I got an anonymous tip this time. Oh, you did, huh? I wonder

who gave you that.

So, Garrett, how about an exclusive interview?

Oh, I'd just love to give you an exclusive, Maynard, but unfortunately, I

have to make a house call.

How about you fellows being interviewed, eh? Get lost, brother.

and we must give credit where credit is due.

These arrests and the breakup of this gang certainly will put an end to this

loathsome traffic in this insidious substance.

This is Mark Maynard, broadcasting from Makua Beach.

I said Mr. Alika's not at home. Really?

I said Mr. Alika's not at home. Well, you don't mind if we take a look for

ourselves, do you?

What's wrong, Alika?

Not up to receiving guests?

It's okay, Billy Swan. Forget it.

If you're here to tie me to that Makua business this morning, you can forget

it. Oh, in the country? I'm here as a public servant whose duty it is to

protect the lives and property of our citizens, including yours.

Protect me?

Who from?

Oh, you haven't heard?

No. A family known as the Marionis suffered some tremendous losses this

morning.

Not only the entire shipment of drugs, but the death of the heir apparent to

the family business Now a rumor immediately sprung up that they had been

sold out.

I understand that they've already put out a contract a Contract on the double

-crosser a contract on me you me afraid so What is the rumor supposed to be that

I'm the one who sold them out?

Well, it's just not true that's that's just not true that's all who started

Lousy rumor like that about me. I haven't the slightest idea, Mr. Lincoln.

You, McGarrett. Me?

You're the only one who would dare start a lousy thing like that about me.

Mr. Lincoln, how could you possibly believe that I would do such a terrible

thing to a wonderful law-abiding citizen like you?

You are letting this place go to pot, aren't you?

I know that good help is hard to find, but I have just the woman here.

What are you talking about? What woman?

The cleaning woman.

I'd say that she'd be available in, uh, five to ten.

Years, that is.

By the way, you're under arrest, too.

For what?

Murder one. Put them chemo.

Whose murder?

A poor little guy who just wanted to be a cop.

Book a game.