All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S01E24 Six Kilos

Flight 16 now
unloading at Gate 3.

Flight 16 now
unloading at Gate 3.

Will Mr. Harry
Brown please report

to the
passenger-information center.

Mr. Harry Brown, please report

to the
passenger-information center.

Why don't you freshen
up your lipstick?

See you later.

Aloha.

Aloha yourself, baby.

The name's Harry Brown.
You got something for me?

Now ready for departure,

Mainliner flight 198

for Los Angeles and Chicago,

now ready for
boarding at Gate 9.

Hold it.

Five-0. You're under arrest.

Real name, John Warnesh,

also known as John
Zecky and George Black.

No previous alias
as Harry K. Brown.

Okay, Danno, let's
go over it again.

Go.

Well, Warnesh is a moderate
drinker, flashy dresser

and makes a hobby
of collecting women.

Three-time loser.

Five years ago he was
paroled from San Quentin.

He also did time at?

Oh, yeah. Jackson and Joliet.

And after his parole
from San Quentin?

Been somewhere in the Far East.

Expert safecracker,
top nitro man.

Not only an expert, one
of the best in the world.

He's never made a hit
under a half-million dollars.

Doesn't make it any easier.

I cracked a few safes
for Naval Intelligence,

but as a professional,
I'd starve.

What's a top box
man like Warnesh

doing here in Hawaii, Steve?

That's what our
assignment is, Danno.

Anything?

Checked out the
money in the locker.

Twenty thousand.
All legit, unmarked,

no records of the
numbers, untraceable.

Did you try it
under black light?

Sure did. Still no marks.

What about the hotel
registration on the Big Island?

Made two days ago by cablegram.

Kono?

Not a word in the streets, boss.

"Harry K. Brown."

Okay, gentlemen, we go.

Welcome to the
Maunaloa Hotel, Mr. Brown,

we have your room for you.

How's the action
around this place?

Sir, we like to think
of the Maunaloa

as the place
where the action is.

Swimming,
shuffleboard, Ping-Pong.

Tuesday and Thursdays,
we have hula lessons.

Well, I see what you mean.

All right.

Thanks, pal.

Reach.

Back up. Get over there.

Go on, get over here.

Hands flat, your feet spread.

Pull your sleeve up.

Happy?

Sit down.

You're late, Brown.
What happened to you?

You put that thing
away, maybe we can talk.

The man is paying
you top dollar.

That means you show up
when he says and where he says.

So I missed the 11:00 plane.

Why?

Well, I stopped for
a couple of drinks,

I, uh... I met a friend.

It got late, I decided
to fly up this morning.

Is that so terrible?

Oh. What's her name?

Cynthia.

Cynthia Fredericks.

Address?

It's in the bag.

Get it.

Get it.

Okay, genius, sit
down. Your turn.

Now, straight talk,

or in five minutes, the
hotel fuzz will be up here

asking about the dead
man I shot rifling my room.

The man isn't gonna like this.

The man wants me
checked, he checks himself.

Get him for me.

Look, Brown, you don't
seem to get the message.

This caper is a
one-way contact only.

I don't know where the man
is or who he is or what he is.

He lets us know.

No, not with me, he
doesn't. I split first.

Not with 20 grand of
his dough in your pocket.

What's your name, genius?

Swanson.

You got a big mouth,
Swanson, you know that?

Hey, I'll remember
you said that.

You ready?

You going somewhere?

If you wanna get
off this island alive,

then put the hardware
away and follow me.

Where we going?

You'll find out
when you get there.

Nice pad.

One thing I'll say for the
man, he got good taste.

Yeah, except for one
thing. He hired you.

Keep it up, baby.

You are Brown?

Yeah. Who are you?

Andre Maurac.

This the whole
welcoming committee?

What do you expect, chimes?

That's enough, Carl.

We are to work together, there
must be complete harmony.

And that will go
for you too, Brown.

I don't need to hold hands
with anybody to do my job.

That is, if I ever find
out what it's gonna be.

You'll learn in due
time, Mr. Brown.

Are you in on this?

I am.

That's what I call class.

Real class.

Well, I can see that
you're not the man.

And I can see that
you talk too much.

Wait till you get to
know me a little better.

In the meantime,
how do you fit into this?

Let's just say I fit in.

Okay.

If I decide to stick around,
maybe you'll, uh, educate me.

And as for educating
you, Mr. Brown,

I think you'd
better listen to this.

While this is specifically
for your ears, Mr. Brown,

it'll do no harm to let
the others hear also.

I want you to know
that I've been privy

to everything that happened
in your room at the Maunaloa

between you and Swanson.

I have all the
facts that you gave

as to why you were late

and what you have been doing.

I am going to check them out.

Meanwhile, let me tell you this:

Until further notice,
you are to stay there

at the beach house
with the others.

I'm paying for a
box man, not a lover.

For the next week, I own you.

If you should step
out of line again,

you're a dead man.

How about a toast
to the man, huh?

I've been hearing
a lot about the man.

Maybe it's time
somebody said who he is.

If, uh, Swanson's
running this show,

I'd just as soon walk right now.

I'm not running anything.

And nobody's walking.

Swanson's an expert
electrician, period.

How about you,
Frenchy, you the man?

I am the man for the
torch, x-ray and saw.

That's all, Brown.

What about you,
baby? How do you fit in?

I work for Quan Ling,

who is on a diplomatic
mission in Hawaii.

He the man?

He's my cover. That's all.

And that's all you know, huh?

I know what the man tells us.

All right, to the man, huh?

We don't know who he
is, where he is, what he is.

He never shows,
but he gives orders.

How? Phone, tape, letters.

Only, nobody ever sees
him, and I don't like it.

That's tough.

You were contacted,
you made your deal.

The one hit in a
lifetime, Brown.

For a guaranteed
payoff of $1 million,

split four ways.

That, I like.

Steve has made his
contact. He's in rendezvous

with at least three others.
We can only presume

that they are engaged
in the same operation.

How tight is his
cover, up to now?

So far, Steve's okay, sir.

Made his first
contact at the hotel

and was taken to the
present rendezvous point.

But you've made no direct
contact with McGarrett?

So far, not possible, sir.

Any leads on the beach house?

It was rented a month
ago by one Hiro Tagati.

Residence, Tokyo.

Paid for six months
in advance, all cash.

You've checked on this
Mr. Tagati, of course.

Wayne did, sir.

So far, our Tokyo agents
have been unable to locate

anyone operating
under that name.

What about the two men?

The one waiting at
the beach house?

Steve's contact at the hotel
who called himself Swanson?

We got that from
the tape of the bug

we planted in his room.

That's all we know about him.

The girl?

Name's Margi Carstairs.

Came here about a week
ago attached to the entourage

of a diplomatic emissary
by the name of Quan Ling.

Is he involved?

Well, if he is, he has
diplomatic immunity.

Whatever's up, we'll
never be able to touch him.

All right. What else, Danny?

We picked up prints of
the man called Swanson

from his hotel room.

They've been
radiophotoed to Washington

for possible file check.

Also, I took these
pictures with a long lens

from a fishing boat offshore.

Copies have been
sent to Washington

for a possible
identification and file check.

Hold it, Brown.

What is going on with
the two of you now?

Ask this stupid jerk.

I'm asking both of you.

He's what I told
you, he's a spy.

He's an informer.
I caught him at it.

Why don't you keep
your crummy mouth shut?

Brown, I said hold it.

All right, ask him
what he's talking about.

I came out here, I caught him
going through that envelope.

Why shouldn't I?

Laying here,
nobody's name on it.

Margi?

Okay, baby.

He's right. There's no
name, no identification.

The man has sent us his
next message about the hit.

Looks like some kind of a ship.

You're the expert,
Andre. What is that?

It is a ship.

Very special job.

About the size of a
Coast Guard cutter.

Well, that's where we're
gonna hit, then. The ship.

Doesn't figure. Ship's
boxes come with zippers.

Any local yokel

can open the best of
them with a screwdriver.

The man doesn't need
me for a hit like that.

Perhaps this will give
us some kind of a clue.

You have now received blueprints

which contain every
bit of information

you might possibly need as
to the place of the operation.

The name of the
ship is the Anitya.

You will not have to locate her.

She is located for you.

You will study her and
orient the blueprints...

Anitya?

Yeah, do you know her?

Yes, of course I know her.

The Anitya is Quan Ling's
ship, the man I work for.

And your boss is a diplomat?

What could be aboard
a diplomatic ship

that we could make a hit on?

State papers, maybe? Microfilm?

Perhaps if we'd
listen to the rest of this,

we might find out.

To the ship itself.

Memorize every
passage, every foot of her,

fore and aft.

You will start that
work this morning.

This noon, at precisely 2:00,

you will drop the lady
at the rendezvous area.

And for the rest of the day,

you will make the
necessary contacts

and the necessary purchases.

You have already been informed

what will be required
in the operation.

When that has been completed,
you will return to the house,

where further instructions
will be given you.

Well, we're in business at last.

Well, there she is.

Some tub. My mouth
is beginning to water.

For what, genius?

We still don't know
what we're after.

I could care less.

Whatever it is, we'll get it.

Once we get the payoff,
we'll have the world by the tail.

Gentlemen, we take
one step at a time.

First we get the tools,
then we wait for the word.

I still don't like the way
this job is being run.

Forgetting about the job,
what about the payoff?

Do you believe in that?

I only believe in what I
can hold in my hands, baby.

But like Frenchy said, we
take it one step at a time.

I'll see you back at the house.

Wait a minute, baby.

Just so you don't forget.

From Harry K., with love, huh?

Come on, Brown.
We got things to do.

Not with me, you
don't, pretty boy.

Run along, do your
little errands by yourself.

I work solo, remember?

Oh. You sure you
know what to do?

If I don't, it's my head, right?

See you back at the house.

Once around the
coast road, buddy.

Okay, sir.

Just hold it here, buddy.

Anything from Washington?

Drawing a blank all
up and down the line.

I've briefed Kono
on what I know.

The hit's gonna be
on Quan Ling's yacht.

That'll be quite a job.

What do you mean?

Made a routine check when
we learned the girl's identity.

Quan Ling's got a private
army aboard that thing

standing watch around the clock.

Well, who's ever behind
this caper has a way figured.

You can bet on that.

What's your next move?

I've gotta make a contact
and be back at the house by 2.

Contact with whom?

I haven't been told.

But there's only
one possible answer.

Like what?

A nitro man.

You don't know where, how or
who, how do you make a contact?

I got a sealed envelope
with a lighter in it.

That's the only clue.

What can we do to help?

Just keep those cards
and letters coming in, buddy.

Mauna Loa Hotel, buddy.

Excuse me.

Could I bother you
for a light, please?

Yeah, sure. Got one right here.

Too windy, I guess.

Nice lighter you've got
there. Where'd you get it?

Would it mean anything if I
said a place called Brown's?

McGarrett.

Steve McGarrett. How you doing?

McGarrett, huh?

All right, fuzz,
freeze right there.

You suckered me.

No Harry K. Brown, just fuzz.

Just don't make any
sudden moves, pal.

There's nitro in this
band, remember?

Tell me about it.

I carried it a long
way to a lousy cop.

Okay, end of the line, pal.

That's right.

For you.

One move... One
jar, wipes us all out.

Now, give me that gun.

I said, give me that gun!

Thanks, Kono. Get him
out of here and book him.

Sorry, Steve.

For a hotel security cop, that
was a... pretty dumb move.

Forget it, Brad. Forget it.

To you, baby.

I like your style,
Harry K. Brown.

Would you rather that I
called you by your real name?

Forget it, baby.

You're not afraid of me?

No, it's just business.

Tomorrow, next week,
one of us might get tagged.

The less we know about
each other, the better.

Somewhere in this
world, people trust people.

Who do you trust?

I could trust you,
if you'd let me.

Sure?

Why not?

What do you want to know?

Who the man is.

I don't know.

You don't know or
you're not saying?

You really don't
trust people, do you?

It's not that.

It's just that I can't figure
you in on this caper.

Do you mean, what
is a nice girl like me

doing on a job like this?

Something like that.

Well, I'll tell you.

This nice little girl has
finally got a big one.

No more small
deals, no more dives.

From now on, it's Cannes,
Portofino, St. Tropez...

Here I come.

Have you ever thought
that sometimes this world

can be harder on a
woman than a man?

Yeah.

Yeah, sometimes.

Underneath what
we grow up to be,

I suppose there's just
a little girl, in all of us,

just looking out...

Wondering why people
turn into such frightening,

misshapen monsters.

And then one day, you look
and... You're one of those people.

You're one of those
frightening, misshapen monsters.

Crowding, destroying,
doing anything to stay alive.

Come on, baby.

You were talking moonlight
and orchids, remember?

You don't dig what I was
talking about at all, do you?

Harry, you don't dig it at all.

Maybe not.

But I dig you, baby.

I dig you.

You have exactly eight minutes

to get those cylinders
out of the box.

Eight minutes.

If the box is open
longer, an alarm goes off

and you're a dead man.

Now, the time of
the hit: 11:00 tonight.

Repeating, 11:00 tonight.

Eight minutes.
He's out of his mind.

It takes me twice as long
with good light on dry land

and a standard box.

He must think I'm Houdini.
He paid for Houdini.

Come on, come on. Let's figure
out what's in these cylinders.

Well, the man said they're
heavy-grade celluloid.

Sealed and waterproofed.
Three of them.

Two kilos each.

Nitro on celluloid?

That's what I mean, Frenchy.

I gotta blow those doors without
tearing those cylinders apart.

Well, why don't
you burn it or peel it?

In eight minutes, stupid?

What's in these? What's in them?

Maybe gold.

Bullion is $35 an ounce.

At our prices, he'd
be losing a fortune.

Diamonds?

In waterproof celluloid
containers? No.

Wait a minute.

H. Uncut horse.

Six kilos of pure heroin.

Oh, man, what a hit. What a hit.

Forty million dollars, cool.

I'm from Mauna
Loa Refrigeration.

Stand right there.

Moore here.

Man from Mauna
Loa Refrigeration.

Please excuse me.

Right. I'll check.

Nobody reported anything
wrong. Who called you?

Look, buddy, I just work for
the outfit. I do what I'm told.

It's no skin off my back.
You're paying double time.

You wanna find out who called?

Okay, I'll come
back in the morning.

It's all right,
Eric. I called him.

Sorry, Miss Carstairs.

No problem.

You know where it is?

Been here before.

Okay, let's go.

How is he?

Sake and the powder
worked like a charm.

Where's Swanson?
Should be here any second.

Who is it?

Lukim.

Everything's all right,
thank you. You can go.

It is 11:00. We have
exactly ten minutes.

Who is it?

Swanson.

Come on, come on.
Time is running short.

Do not be too
impatient, my friend.

If the blueprints were correct,

it will show exactly where
the partition covers the safe.

I got it.

Chalk.

You're looking for a
piece of chalk now,

why didn't you
carry it with you?

Shut up, stupid.

You sure that's it?

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

11:01.

We have exactly nine
minutes until the guard returns.

You got that, Brown?

We run over nine minutes,
we get trapped in here,

I'll put a bullet in your head.

You may not be
alive to do it, stupid.

Stop arguing.

If you need to settle something,
do it when we're through here.

For heaven's sake, let's get on.

There it is.

Oh, it's a beauty.

11:04.

All right. Let's
synchronize our watches.

In ten seconds, it'll be
11:04 and 30 seconds.

Now, at exactly 11:10, you
throw that master switch.

I know what I'm supposed to do.

McGARRETT:
What time is it, baby?

11:05.

Plastique.

Detonators.

Eleven-six.

Wire.

Huh.

Eleven-seven.

Now I need the nitro.

One one-thousand,
two one-thousands,

three one-thousand,

four one-thousand, five one...

Uh, we have one minute.

Oh, that jerk, he blew it.

Flashlight.

Battery.

Come on, back up.

McGARRETT: Be careful.

Give me some light here.

All right. Duck.

Oh, boy, there it is.

One, two, three.

Shh.. Someone's coming.

Uh.

Give me. Let's go.

You have done well.

Now it is time for your payoff.

There's a stone
lantern on the lanai.

If you will remove the top,

within will be what
you are seeking.

If you will take
it and replace it

with the 6 kilos
you obtained for me,

our arrangement
will then be over.

It's empty.

We've been had.

You're not going
anywhere, honey.

Okay, baby.

Now it is time for your payoff.

There's a stone
lantern on the lanai.

If you will remove the top...

There's a stone
lantern on the lanai.

If you will remove the top,

within will be what
you are seeking.

If you will take
it and replace it

with the 6 kilos
you obtained for me,

our arrangement
will then be over.

Harry K. Brown?

Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
You're under arrest.

You all right, boss?

Book her.

Kono, get an ambulance.