All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S01E20 Along Came Joey

Get up high, Joey. Keep it high!

Get up, Joey. Get up!

Get up!

Come on, Joey, get
up! Get up and win.

Four, five, six,

Get up, Joey. Come on, Joey.

Seven, eight, nine.

Attaboy! You can do it!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

And the winner, by a knockout,

in two minutes, 13
seconds of the first round,

the Maui Kid.

That's my boy. Joey,
you were just great.

Just great!

What's wrong with your hand?

Oh, nothing, Pa.
Just a bone bruise.

You had us worried
for a while there.

You were worried?

But I wasn't worried.
Not for a second, Joey.

Not for a second.

Come on, get dressed.

Because we've got
a victory to celebrate.

You, me and Danny.

I'll take a rain check, Phil.

I gotta check out a
narco suspect at H.P.D.

Great fight, Joey.

Thank you, Danny.

See you, Phil. So long, Danny.

Lois, nice meeting you.

Bye.

Great guy. Good cop.

Joey, you grab
yourself a shower.

I've gotta make a reservation
for two at the Royal.

Lieutenant, you
sound like a traffic cop.

Make it a table for three
and you got yourself a deal.

I'll see you there
in a half-hour.

Now, get out of here.

Lois.

Lois, honey, you're
with me, right?

Yeah, I'm with you.

Only once, I wish
we could be alone.

Hey, baby, it was
a big win for us.

My old man wants to
celebrate. You know how he is.

Yeah, I know how he is.

Well, I'll wait for you outside.

Okay.

Let's go.

Who is it?

What do you want?

Get back, Lois.

Leave him alone!
Leave him alone...

That's enough. That's enough.
Come on, let's get out of here.

He's dead. Your son is dead.

What are you gonna
do, just stay here and...?

Lois, please.

Please hang on.

What have we got, Danno?

Heartbreaker.

Two guys get out
of a parked car,

start clobbering Joey Kalama.

No reason.

Always a reason, Danno.

How's Phil holding up?

Pretty good for a guy
who's just lost his only son.

Hi, Nat.

Oh, now, don't you
start with me, McGarrett.

I've been through it
with Lieutenant Wilson.

Somebody got mad at
your boy tonight, huh?

Yeah, somebody
got mad, all right.

Why? It's crazy.

Just crazy.

We're talking about a
kid that everybody loved.

Best fighter I ever handled,

15 straight wins
and ten by knockout.

Crowds loved him,

guys in the gym, even
the guys he beat liked him.

A lot of money riding
on tonight's fight, Nat?

I'm a fight manager,
not a gambler.

But there's got
to be more, Lois.

Look, you're the only
witness we've got.

Now, think. Think.

I told you,

the headlights blinded me
and I couldn't see anything.

Joey, did he say anything?

Oh, Phil, will you
please leave me alone?

Just leave me alone.

Lois, you're the last
person who saw him alive.

And he died a winner.

That should make you happy.

Why, you cheap little tramp.

Talk! Talk! Phil, Phil.

Steve, she was with
my kid when it happened.

Said the headlights blinded her.

Come on, Phil, come on.

Danny'll drive you home.

I'm okay. I've got to
talk to some people.

Look, Phil, this is not Maui.

It's not in your jurisdiction.

But I've got to talk
to Luther and Keller.

I've already talked to Nat,
I'll talk to Luther for you.

Okay, thanks, Steve.

Come on, Phil. I'll drive
you and Lois home.

Hello, Luther.

How are you?

Oh, I'm beautiful, McGarrett.

Just beautiful.

Of course, my Joey,
he... He ain't so hot.

But me, I'm just beautiful!

How do you figure it, Luther?

It's your job to
figure it, McGarrett.

Wait a minute.

I gotta figure out how
to find a new boy to train.

You got any ideas where
I can find another Joey?

He was that good, huh?

Eight more fights and
he was a contender.

He had all the moves and more.

Something you can't teach a kid.

Class, moxie, he had it all.

And what's left? That
stinking locker in there

that some other poor sucker
will be using next week.

Joey, a poor sucker?

You said he was a
winner, a contender.

Everybody in this
lousy game is a sucker.

Luther, did Joey have any money?

He's seen some,

but how much of
it he got to use?

Somehow, when
you count it all up...

Manager, trainer, sparring
partners, seconds, expenses.

The guy catching all the punches

winds up on the short end.

Take a look at me.

I was a contender once.

Let's stick with Joey, huh?

Fifteen fights, 15
wins, ten knockouts.

How much is that worth?

His life, man.

Go ahead, Luther.

Leave me alone.

Wait a minute.

I'm a cop. I can't
leave you alone.

You were his
friend, his trainer.

He's lying on a slab out
at the county morgue.

Can you leave it alone?

How? Tell me.

How was being a
winner worth his life?

I was just his trainer.

Just a black man trying
to earn an honest buck.

Now, leave me
out of it, can't you?

Luther, we've been
friends for ten years.

I need some answers.

And I ain't got 'em.

Look, you got questions,
go ask Nat Keller.

Nat's the manager.

Nat talks for all of us.

I talked to Nat.

What'd he tell you?

Kind of closed-mouth.

Came up with one gem, though.

"I'm a manager, not a gambler."

So Nat says he's a
manager, not a gambler?

That's what he said?
That's what he said.

What do you say, Luther?

That's a laugh.

What does that mean?

Did you ask him about
the money he owes?

Who does he owe?

Try Nick Morgan.

He was a good boy, Joey.

A contender.

It's a great loss to boxing.

If Joey was such a good boy,

how come you dropped
a bundle on Torilino?

Who says I bet Torilino?

Well, Joey was the favorite.

The word is out
that you were taking

all you could get on Torilino.

Not like you to make
a sucker bet, Morgan.

Sucker bet, huh?

I had 10-to-1
Torilino wins by a KO.

Torilino's no puncher.

He floored Joey, didn't he?

Phil, what are you doing here?

Don't worry about it. It's okay.
I figured you wouldn't mind

if I heard what you could
tell us about last night.

Please, be my guest, Mr. Kalama.

As I was just telling
these two gentlemen,

I don't think I could
be of any help.

Well, don't let
me interrupt you.

I'll sit right down
here, all right?

Mr. Kalama, you have my
deep personal sympathy.

It's a great loss, not
only to you, but to boxing.

You're a smart gambler, Morgan.

Smart enough to know
how to lay the odds.

Now, the odds against a
cream-puff puncher like Torilino

belting out Joey
are what, 20-to-1?

So I played a hunch
and got racked up.

Isn't the first time,
and it won't be the last.

What are you trying
to say, Mr. McGarrett?

You think because I lost
a few dollars last night,

I decided to
declare war on Joey,

is that what you're
trying to say?

Interesting thought.

It's not practical.
Not businesslike.

If I dropped a
bundle last night,

it's all part of the game.

You know, I win a
little and I lose a little.

You never know
with sporting events.

Tell us about Nat Keller.

Well, I know Nat
Keller only slightly.

He's been around
forever. What about him?

We hear you're holding
some of his markers.

You got a bum tip.

It's all wrong.

I don't play that way.

And managers
don't bet on anything.

It's in the rule book.

And you know all the rules?

Where were you
when Joey got hit?

Well, I'll tell you,

I was playing gin rummy
in the back seat of my car,

with the world's most
beautiful gin player.

No more games, Morgan!

Now, talk! I
want...! Phil, Phil.

Get your hands off me.

He's gotta talk, Steve.

He's gotta be made to talk.

He's got to talk, Steve!

Stop it. Quiet down.

Take him outside, Danno.

He had no call to do that.

I've been
cooperating, haven't I?

Where does he come
off, acting that way?

I'm sorry, Morgan,
but you're not hurt.

He just lost his only son.

I'm sorry somebody
killed his boy,

so I'm gonna let this pass.

But you keep him off my back!

I'll call in.

What's the matter
with you, Phil?

You were ready to kill him.

Not a shred of evidence,
nothing to hold him on,

nothing to convict him, and
you were ready to kill him.

Does that make any sense?

How would you feel if
it was your kid, Steve?

Probably like
shooting up the world,

but nobody can do that,
Phil, especially a cop.

Don't you think I know that?

I wonder.

Twenty-three years you've
been on the force in Maui.

Twenty-three long, hard years,
and a good cop all the way.

And in ten seconds up there,
you're ready to blow it all.

They murdered my kid, Steve.

I'm sorry, it's no excuse.

You can't use that
badge to blow off steam.

When you strap on that gun,
you accept responsibilities.

Now, Joey's death
is another homicide.

If you can't accept
that, get out.

Are you saying I
should turn in my badge?

I'm telling you to let us
handle it here. It's not your bag.

But how can I? You've got to,

or I'll bring you up on charges.

I'm not gonna let you
blow a lifetime of work, Phil.

You're right, Steve.

Absolutely right.

I'll take myself off the case.

We'll find out who did it,

that much I promise you.

I know. I know you will.

Oh, Steve,

do you believe all that stuff
about Nat Keller owing Morgan?

You know Nat better than I do.

Is he a gambler?

All I know is I trusted him.

I let him take care of my kid,
and you know what happened.

Well, we'll find out, Phil.

I'll talk to him again.

Keller's gone.

You sure?

Took off last night,
bag and baggage.

No forwarding address,
no traceable phone calls.

Just one thing. What's that?

The desk clerk said
somebody was looking for him

just before I got there.

Get a fix on him?

No, but I brought the clerk in.

He's going through
the mug books now.

Maybe he'll come up
with an identification.

Keller's disappearance make
any sense to you, Danno?

Maybe.

How?

Keller owes Morgan money,

tries to pay it off by getting
Joey to throw the fight.

Joey wouldn't.

Morgan blows a bundle, hits
Joey, now he's after Keller.

Interesting theory.

You'll make a good cop
one of these days, Danno.

Could be that Phil Kalama
figured the same way.

I wonder where he is now?

I remember when
he was a kid, 6 or 7.

We came here once.

Just before we moved to Maui.

Just the two of us, like we
used to do from time to time.

I remember how he looked around.

His eyes were big and wondering.

He was always a sensitive,
thoughtful kid, Steve.

Remember?

He used to ask
a lot of questions,

not like other kids. Different.

Questions about
life, about death itself.

I talked to him about it then.

He said, "Listen,

I don't want you to come
here first, before me, Dad.

When we do come here,

I'd like it to be together."

"I'd like it to be
together," he said.

I told him not to
worry about that.

That we had all
of life ahead of us.

All the joys, happiness,

all the time it takes
for a man to grow up

and make something of himself.

That a man didn't need
to worry about the kahunas

who were praying over him.

Not while he was alive.

That's what I was
hoping for Joey.

That he could lick the
devils without their help.

That's what he said he would do.

He would always lick them,

and that he would turn
out to be a winner in life.

I remember he said that to me.

That he would
be a winner in life.

Don't, Phil.

Don't torture yourself.

And now he's here.

He's here first.

And I'm alive.

It's wrong.

It's terribly wrong.

Phil, will you do
me a favor, please?

A personal favor.

Will you take a
couple of days off?

Please.

I guess you're right.

I guess you're right, Steve.

I'll keep in touch.

All right, let's
run it down. Chin?

At least a dozen
dead-end leads on the car.

So far it was a
compact, large-size,

four-door convertible
station wagon.

Blue, black, green.

Okay.

We've tracked down report

Nat Keller's been living
on a houseboat in Maui.

Shows up every day
at a Main Street gym.

Was last seen dancing
in a Waikiki nightclub.

No trace of Keller, is
that what you're saying?

Like the rock swallowed
him up. Danno?

The room clerk couldn't get
a make out of the mug books.

Still don't know who
came looking for Keller.

Did Keller owe Morgan money?

If he did, nobody's saying.

Morgan said he was with a blond
playing gin when Joey was hit.

He was with a blond, all right.

Couldn't swear to
what they were playing.

What about Joey's girlfriend?

What's her name?

Lois.

Talked to her again. Same story.

Two men got out of a car,

headlights blinded
her, couldn't see a thing.

Okay, no leads on
the men involved

in the killing or
the car they drove,

no trace of Keller,

no proof that Keller
owed Morgan money.

Add it up.

Answer's zero.

All we know is that Keller ran

and somebody besides
us is looking for him.

Well, I got a feeling that
we'd better find him first.

Okay, now put your
hand up on the tree.

Little bit farther down.

Okay, now relax.

Good. Take it.

Okay. Thanks, Mary.

Now go ahead and
change into your other outfit.

Let's see, girls.

Uh, let's take the bikini
shots out on the point, okay?

I missed you at
the funeral, Lois.

I couldn't make
that scene, Phil.

You didn't figure you owed
at least that much to Joey?

I gave Joey as good as I got.

We both knew the score.

You wouldn't have
given him the right time

if he hadn't been a contender.

You used him.

Maybe I did.

And maybe he used me.

So, what's your excuse, dad?

I never wanted anything for
Joey he didn't want himself.

It had to be the best for Joey.

No second place,
or don't come home.

Sure, I taught him to be
the best in everything he did.

Anything wrong in that?

The winner gets the gold medal.

You can't wear a
pat on your shoulder

or a "Nice try, sonny
boy" on your chest.

Now, what do you want, Phil?

Where do I find Nat Keller?

How would I know?

You were Nat's girl.

Before you found a
better trick in Joey.

And before that it was a hoofer,

and before that
a football player.

Where is he?

If I knew, I
wouldn't tell you...

Where? Where?

Ow.

Nat never forgave you
for leaving him for Joey.

Maybe he never
forgave Joey either.

What do you mean by that?

Nat owed money to a certain
gambler named Nick Morgan.

I don't know anything
about those things.

Nat tried to get Joey to
go into the tank for Torilino.

Nat wouldn't do that.

Joey wouldn't do that, you mean.

That's why Joey died.

And that's why
Morgan is after Nat.

If you're right, I
mean, say you're right,

why would Nat come to me?

Maybe because he knew

you're the last
person in the world

anybody would figure to help.

And he'd be right.

And you should know that

better than anyone.

You know, whoever is hiding
Nat out is not doing him a favor.

Not really.

Why?

Because if Morgan's
boys reach him first,

before we do...

Phil.

Go talk to Nat.

Bust the truth out of him.

It won't be hard,
because he busts easy.

But let me tell you something,

you're not gonna
like what you learn.

Your place?

Why?

Maybe I figure I owed him one.

So go ahead, lieutenant.

Go ahead and find out why
your son was really killed.

And then get your gun
and blow your brains out.

Hello, Nat.

Oh, hi, Phil.

Why, Nat?

Why what? What
are you talking about?

Why? Why did you
have my boy killed?

Joey, killed?

That's crazy, Phil.

That's crazy. I loved
Joey. You know that.

Joey's dead, that's
all I know. Joey's dead.

But I had nothing
to do with it, Phil.

Please, you gotta believe
me, I had nothing to do with it.

You were in Morgan's
bag. You owed him.

No. You owed him.

Well, a couple of bucks, maybe,
but I had a contender, Phil.

I had the next
champ. Why would I...?

How could I hurt a kid that
could give me the crown?

Phil, we both loved
Joey, didn't we?

She, Lois,

she said you
could tell me things.

Things about Joey.

Things that would make me
want to blow my brains out.

That's crazy, Phil.

Why would Joey
wanna take a dive?

A dive?

Who said anything about a dive?

If it was a fix, I had
nothing to do with it.

I swear to you, Phil, I
had nothing to do with it.

I loved Joey.

I wouldn't have
hurt him for anything.

You were there when it happened.

We were both
together, weren't we?

A dive.

You thought you had it fixed
for Joey to go into the tank.

He wouldn't go along,
so you had him killed.

No, no. Please, you
gotta believe me, Phil.

I had nothing to do with it.

It was Morgan.

It was all Morgan, I swear to...

It doesn't look too
good for Phil Kalama.

I don't buy that. Not yet.

Well, you heard
what the lady said.

Description fits him like she
had a mug shot in her hand.

Him and a lot of
other Hawaiians.

No, Phil wanted
answers out of Keller.

You don't get answers
out of a dead man.

Maybe he questioned
him a little rough, boss.

Too rough, maybe,
but not murder.

Anything?

Can't get anything
more out of her.

Still looks like Phil.

Let's go. We got work to do.

Your plan's no good, Steve.

You can't use kid
gloves on a rogue cop.

Phil Kalama's no rogue cop.

The facts say otherwise.

The facts say he's
a grieving father.

He's still a cop, Steve.

And no peace
officer has the right

to use his badge or his gun

to work out his own
personal problems.

We all know that, sir,

but we have no
proof that he's doing it.

You yourself said that
he roughed up Morgan.

There's an eyewitness who said
she saw Kalama push Nat Keller

off the stairway of
a ten-story building.

Now, what more do you want?

Proof. Proof.

You know the code,
Steve. Phil Kalama's a cop.

He's more. He's a good cop.

Twenty-three years on the force.

I don't want that
23 years destroyed.

I don't want Phil
Kalama destroyed.

Better he be destroyed

than the public trust in every
man that wears a badge.

I'm trying to
preserve that trust

by preventing the crucifixion
of an innocent man.

If he's innocent.

If he's innocent?

Don't we assume he's
innocent until proven guilty?

How much time do you want?

Don't pin me down, huh?

Well, I've got to file
on Kalama, Steve.

All right, give me 24 hours.

I'll try.

Thank you, sir.

Danny, Kono, Chin.

How'd we make out?

We got 24 hours.

Any of your contacts
know that Keller

was holed up in Lois' apartment?

Not a rumble.

But we know that somebody

was looking for Keller, right?

Okay, let's help.

Get the word out about
Keller and the apartment.

Feed it out easy
through your contacts.

If they don't know
that Keller is dead,

they could still
go after him. Hm?

What about Lois?

We'll find Lois. Make
sure she doesn't go home.

Kono, locate Morgan.

Dog him if you have to,

but don't let him
out of your sight.

Right.

Now that Keller's dead,

you figure Kalama
will move on Morgan?

That's why we got
Kono on his tail.

We take no chances
till we bring Phil in.

All right, where's Morgan?

I said, where is he?

Where is he?

I never complain when someone
wants to wish me good luck.

I only have one question: why?

Now, you never struck
me as the kind of a woman

who questions the obvious.

Only when it's used
to hide something else.

I got no secrets.

You're attractive, desirable.

Me, I'm comfortably
fixed, good connections.

I could make life
very easy for you.

Very comfortable.

You are obvious, aren't you?

A good gambler always knows

when to lay his
cards on the table.

What happens if he only
turns up the ace of spades?

I'm not worried.

Well, I am.

Plenty worried.

Well, maybe your conscience
isn't as clear as mine.

Maybe you don't know
Phil Kalama as well as I do.

He's just a cop.

Right now he's an avenging angel

whose son isn't
yet cold in his grave.

It'll all blow over,
be forgotten.

Me? I'll still be in business.

And my offer will still stand.

If you're right...

invite me back, ask me again.

So you can say yes?

This is Kono.

Have Morgan under surveillance.

The girl Lois
just left the area.

No sign of Kalama.

Will report any further moves.

Freeze.

Hold it right there.

What's happening?

You're in hot water.

Why did you break into
Lois Walker's apartment?

We didn't break in nowhere.

You were there, you had guns,

there was no key
and there was a pick.

Now, that adds up to
breaking and entering,

and that adds up to
15 years hard time.

Don't say nothing more.

We don't have to
answer no questions.

You heard him give
us our constitutionals.

We don't have to answer nothing.

No, you don't.

And maybe you don't have
to face a murder rap either.

What's with this murder bit?

You forget Joey Kalama?

We had nothing to do with that.

Doesn't look that way.

Who cares how it looks?

Might not be that bad, Steve.

Well, no question. Murder one.

Maybe they're just a couple
of patsies, paid muscle.

Somebody hired them to
rough up Joey a little bit.

Who was it? Nat
Keller? Morgan? Who?

You got no right to
question us unless we want.

And we don't want.

So book us or let us go.

Book them, Danno.

Wait a minute.

You got no charges.

No? How's breaking and entering,

concealed weapons
and murder for starters?

Half turn left.

Front.

Half turn right.

Front.

Recognize any of them?

I told you.

The headlights blinded
me. I couldn't see anything.

You must have noticed
something about them.

Clothes? Build?

Nothing, I tell you.

Besides, I was panicked.

They were killing Joey.

Take another look.

No, it's just no good.

Now, I've tried to help you.

Scared?

You bet I'm scared.

We have a tail on Morgan,
he's not gonna hurt you.

And what about Phil Kalama?

Any written guarantees
he won't hurt me?

Why isn't he here?

I'd bet anything he'd be
here twisting my arm or...

Why would he do that?
Why are you so afraid of him?

Because I killed his son.

You said you killed
Joey Kalama. How, Lois?

When he won that fight, he
signed his own death warrant.

What do you mean?

I don't know how
well you knew Joey,

but he was a kid
brought up to be a winner.

Always a winner.

Except when somebody
figured to make a big killing

by having Joey
dump the Torilino fight.

Why did Joey agree
to blow the fight?

Because it was his
wedding present for me.

That rock you a
little, McGarrett?

Joey and I planning
to get married?

Nothing rocks me anymore, honey.

You know, when I came here
ten years ago, I was flat broke.

So I used the assets I had...

and all the men I
met along the way.

It wasn't easy, McGarrett.

Believe me, it wasn't easy.

Then along came Joey,

and I could see my jackpot.

You mean that Joey
agreed to blow the fight

to get money for
you to get married?

Is that why you
say you killed him?

Yes.

You knew this before,
why didn't you speak up?

I had a little talk with Nick
Morgan yesterday afternoon.

He showed me what I was.

What I'd really become.

What about Nick Morgan?

Was it his money behind the fix?

Could be.

Only, Joey would never
tell me who it was. Never.

But Nat Keller,
he set up the deal?

You hit it, McGarrett.

May I please go
now? No, not yet.

You can still help us find
the men who killed Joey.

So I kept saying to
him over and over again,

but he just wouldn't believe me.

Over and over, I
kept saying to him.

So, what do you think he did?

He just laid there in the
water and he went to sleep.

Yeah. Send him right in.

Thank you, that'll do for now.

That's Joey's dame, ain't it?

Yes, it was, Elroy. Sit down.

What's she doing here?

What was that bit
that just went on?

Well, it sometimes helps to
get eyewitness identification.

Eyewitness to what?

Danny here? He's
out there with May.

She's typing up
Sugar's statement.

What's with all this bull?

Sugar don't sing for nobody.

You guys are bluffing.

That's what you're
doing, bluffing.

No bluff, Elroy. He
signed a sworn statement.

You've been apprised of
your constitutional rights.

Would you like to
make a statement?

Danny, will you bring in a
transcript of Sugar's tape?

Take a copy of Sugar's statement
over to the prosecutor's office

to draw up indictments.

Good as done.

Okay, Danno, read it back.

Quote, "We waited for Joey
and his girl in the parking lot.

When we spotted them,
Elroy hit the headlights."

What is this?

Sugar never said
nothing like that.

He's a bull. He'd never talk.

Go ahead, Danno.

Quote, "Then me and
Elroy jumped Joey.

"Suddenly, Elroy's
on top of Joey,

belting away at him with a sap."

No, no, no. That's
wrong. That's all wrong.

I thought you might like to hear
what he said. Go ahead, Danno.

Quote, "I tried to stop him,
but Elroy was like crazy.

"He kept belting away.

I didn't mind belting Joey a
few, but I don't go for saps."

That's a lie.

He's turning the
whole thing all around.

I never used a sap.

I used my fists. Just my fists.

I didn't mean to hurt Joey bad.

I just wanted to
rough him up a little.

Now, would you like to make
an official statement, Elroy?

Oh, you changed the
taste of your lipstick.

Riot call. Riot call.

Intersection Waimano
and Vikoy Streets.

All cars in the vicinity
respond at once.

Fellow officers in trouble.

Confirm riot call.
Identify yourself.

Confirm riot call.
Identify yourself.

Car 65 confirming riot call.

Intersection Waimano
and Vikoy Streets.

Officer Anderson out.

Morgan, I wanna talk to you.

We got nothing to talk about.

That's not what Nat Keller said.

You found Keller?

Yes, I found him.

Where is he?

Dead, Morgan.

Gone, and no Kono. Yeah.

It took a cop like Phil to
come up with that riot call.

Half a minute to
determine it was a phony,

but long enough
to make his play.

Go that way.

Kalama...

I'm coming out now.

You hear me?

My hands are in the air.

I'm coming out.

Kalama, don't do it.

Please, don't do it.

Kalama, don't kill me.
Please, don't kill me.

Hold it, Phil. I'll
take it from here.

It's too late, Steve.

No, it's not. He's
sewed up tight and legal.

You're lying to me.

Why would I lie to you, Phil?

His muscle gave us a confession.

I know what he did.

He tried to corrupt Joey.

When he couldn't do
it, he had him killed.

I have to do it, Steve.

And I'm saying you can't do it.

I could have killed
him with the first bullet.

Then why didn't you?

Because there's no way
you can bring yourself

to take the life of that man.

You're a cop, Phil.

I'm a father, and
he killed my son.

McGarrett, he's crazy.
He's gonna kill me.

McGARRETT: No, he's not.

Do you hear me, Phil?
You're not gonna kill him.

Because you know
if you pull that trigger,

you'll kill everything
we stand for.

I have to, Steve.

Why?

So you can ease
the guilt in your gut?

What are you talking about?

Come on, Phil.
You're too good a cop

not to know what really
happened. You figured it out.

You know that Joey
sold himself to Morgan.

You're a liar. You're
a dirty liar, Steve.

That's what's eating you alive,

the thought that maybe
you pushed Joey so hard,

you drove him to it.
That's what you can't stand.

That's why you're here
with that gun in your hand,

you're trying to kill yourself.

Now, look, Phil,

you're too good
a cop not to know

that what I'm saying is true.

Doesn't matter what
Morgan did or Keller or Joey.

The only thing that
matters is that you're a cop.

Now, if you blow that,
you smear the image

of every law-enforcement
officer everywhere.

You tear down everything
we've ever worked for.

Book him, Chin.

Steve, against Torilino,

Joey was supposed to lose.

It was a fixed fight.

But he got off the
floor, Steve, didn't he?

He got off the floor to win.

He could have been a champ.

I'm sorry, Phil. He
made a crooked deal,

then he wouldn't
go through with it,

and you know it.

Now, that's the truth
you gotta face up to.

That's the truth.

Come on.