All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S04E10 Rest In Peace, Somebody

McGarrett.

Morning, Steve.

Did you get the key I sent you?

Yeah, I just got it.

Who is this?

Funny you should ask.

I'm an anonymous caller.

Got your tape
recorder going yet?

Yeah.

Curious how I got
your private number?

Yeah. How did you get it?

I was in your office
and copied it down.

No big thing. Easy.

Anyhow, why I
called is to find out

if you know what that key fits.

No, I don't. You
want to tell me?

I'm a sport,

but you're such a big detective,

I want you to dazzle me

with your brilliant
powers of deduction.

I want you to figure out

whose door the magic key fits.

Why is that?

Because I'm gonna kill him.

Listen, while I got
you on the phone,

call Eddie at The Advertiser

and tell him to read
you Mona's letter.

That's about it, Steve.

So long. See you around.

Eddie Sherman, please.

Eddie Sherman.
What's your problem?

Eddie, McGarrett.
I got a question.

Go.

Did you get a letter
yesterday or today

from someone signed "Mona"?

Yeah, it came this
morning. How did you know?

Read it to me, will you?

Hold on while I dig
it out of this mess.

Oh, here it is. It's typed.

"Dear Eddie, when
the dummy calls

"and asks about the letter,

"tell him to look in his
middle desk drawer.

"Some really hot news
will be in my next letter.

Signed, Mona." That's it.

That make any
sense to you, Steve?

No, not yet, Eddie, but,
uh, do me a favor, will you?

I know. No print.

Yeah, that's right.
Thanks, Eddie.

Glad you didn't spoil the
fingerprints on the cover.

Photos will begin arriving
soon. Have fun, hotshot.

Fifty-one hours.

Morning, Danno.

Morning, Steve.

Say, look at this.

Found it on my
dashboard this morning.

Where do you keep your car?

My carport. Locked?

Always.

And this was inside?

Right.

McGARRETT: Looks
familiar, but I can't place it.

I know. I can't either.

McGARRETT: "Rest in peace."

What do you make of it, Steve?

I got this key in the
mail this morning

and this phone call.

Such a big detective,

I want you to dazzle me

with your brilliant
powers of deduction.

I want you to figure out

whose door the magic key fits.

McGARRETT: Why is that?

Because I'm gonna kill him.

Anyhow, why I called

is to find out if you
know what that key fits.

Can't place the voice.

Yeah, well, I have
a feeling we better.

Steve, you don't think

this could just be a
crank call, do you?

Oh, how many cranks
could walk in here

and plant that book in my desk?

No, Danno. No, this is no crank.

Then I better get that
photo album over to the lab.

No, you get on the key.
It's got a serial number on it.

Find out the wholesaler jobber,

and then find out
who bought the blank.

McGARRETT: What's the
matter, Kono? You look shook.

Some banana got into
my kitchen last night

while I was sleeping, boss.

Left this in my
refrigerator on a six-pack.

That could shake you up

if you are sensitive
or something, bruddah.

Another piece of the puzzle.

"McGarrett, false lead.

"Don't try the key
in Kono's door,

"brilliant leader.

"It doesn't fit. Signed, Mona.

P.S., there's a fat clue in
here somewhere, Steve."

What's the gag?

What gag?

Well, that picture of my garage.

Your garage?

Yeah.

Kono, get on the
phone. Call Chin's wife.

Tell her not to go
near that garage.

Danno, get on that
key. Chin, let's go.

Easy, Chin. Easy.

Could be a bomb or a
gun rigged behind the door.

Get over behind
the wall. I'll open it.

Go ahead. Move.

Anything look unusual
or moved, Chin?

No, nothing.

Well, we better have
a lab crew go over it

foot by foot anyway
just to be safe.

I'll go tell my wife
everything's okay.

I'll send her to her sister's

till the lab gets through here.

False clue, stupid.

That punk sent a
letter to my wife.

Scared her half out of her head.

Signed Mona.

Maybe you better stay
with your wife a while, Chin.

No.

She's a cop's wife, a good wife.

She'll be all right.

But why does she
have to be all right?

Why does she have
to live with threats?

That's not the way we're
gonna get him, Chin.

We're gonna outsmart him.

Are you sure you don't
want to stay with her,

maybe take her
over to her sister's?

No.

No, I-I just want to
get hold of that maniac.

Mr. Kamani?

Hm?

My name is Kono.
I'm with Hawaii Five-0.

Have you ever seen this before?

Seen hundreds
like that. I sell them.

Sixty-nine cents
a piece. On sale.

Only one we care
about is this one.

We found your
fingerprints on it.

Probably find my fingerprints
on all of them, bruddah.

I don't wear no gloves.

Can you remember
who you sold this to?

Anybody particular in
the past couple weeks?

Only one customer.

Bought six.

Can you describe him?

It wasn't no "him."
It was a lady.

Well, what did she look like?

Local. About 250 pounds.

Fifty years old.

Black hair. Sharp like a guy's.

She said she was gonna
paint hula girls on the covers

and hustle them to tourists.

Okay, let's run it once,
see what we've got.

Two possible suspects.

George Kamani and
an old Hawaiian lady

who bought six albums
to hustle to tourists.

Kamani checks out clean.

Never even had a
ticket for over parking.

What about the typewriter

or the paper the notes
were written on, Danno?

The, uh, paper's common stock.

You can buy a
package for 30 cents

at nearly a thousand stores,

including grocery stores.

Typewriter is old,
uh, needs cleaning.

We can identify it
from the letter "s,"

which is bent and chipped.

Anything else we can call
a real piece of evidence?

That's my private line.

It might be our boy again.

Put a trace on it. I'll
hold him as long as I can.

McGarrett.

Guess who, Steve.

You ought to be detective
enough to figure that out.

Listen, seriously, I saw
you get to Chin Ho's place.

You really made it
out there in great time.

Thanks.

So how are you
doing so far, Sherlock?

How close do you think
you are to nailing me?

Oh, you'll know that when I
put my hand on your shoulder.

Wise up, McGarrett.

You're acting like you're
playing with an amateur.

Do you really think I don't
know you have somebody

putting a tracer on this call?

Save yourself the trouble.

By the time you get
a car to where I am,

I'll be long gone.

You don't have
the time to waste.

I'm gonna kill the guy
in the next 48 hours,

and that doesn't
give you much time.

Are you ready to tell
me who the target is?

Maybe. Could be Danny.

Have you checked the
trunk of his car lately?

Danno, where's your car?

Down front. Let's go.

We got a trace to a phone booth.

We got a car moving on it.

Get a lab crew out there.

Maybe we can pick up a print.

Could be dozens, Steve.

All we need is one.

The Iolani Palace is a must-stop

on every tour for
the 65,000 tourists

that move in and out of
Honolulu every month.

No sign of any wiring.

None here, either.

Driver, move that bus.

All right, ease the
key in, but be careful.

You stink worse, dummy.

"McGarrett, it's not Danny.

"Who's left?

"Get clever, stupid.
You're the great cop.

"Solve this. You have the key.

"Signed, Mona.

P.S., it could be you,
Steve-o of Five-0."

Boss. Yeah?

That phone booth was
empty when H.P.D. arrived.

They sealed it off.

Lab crew is lifting
fingerprints off the phone now.

Good. Stay on top of it.

Right.

Uh, that was S and L.
Jobber's for you, Danny.

Blank key was sold
to Joe's Key Shop.

That's the address.

Get out there, Danno.
Take Chin's car.

We'll send yours to the cleaner.

You only had one call.

Eddie Sherman
from The Advertiser.

Wants you to call him wiki-wiki.

Okay, what's on the schedule
for the rest of the day?

You have a luncheon
to attend in four minutes.

With whom? The State
Kamehameha Commission.

Full details on the
parade to be discussed.

In case you've forgotten,
it's the day after tomorrow.

What else?

Two o'clock this afternoon,

you're to meet with the State
Senate Appropriations Committee

Next year's budget
of Five-0 is the subject.

Well, I can't miss that.

Remind me at ten minutes to 2.

You're clear for
the rest of the day.

Kono, get Chin
and come in, please.

Jenny, get ahold
of Dr. Kamekona.

Ask him to stop
by, steal some time.

Tell him I need him
and need him quickly.

Chin, cover that Chamber of
Commerce luncheon for me.

Now, the parade route
they propose is okay.

Milt Yoshida will ask
that the governor attend

the grand opening
of his new building.

You can approve that.

Nix anything else.

Take a sandwich along, man.

They're serving aspic
and tuna croquettes.

How do you know?

I covered it last
year, and I starved.

Kono, hold it.

Eddie Sherman, please.

Get a hold of Che
and see if he picked up

any prints at that booth.

Right.

Eddie Sherman.

Eddie, McGarrett.
What do you got?

Got another note from Mona.

A real weirdo for
you. Now dig this.

"That dummy has
a key to the door

"of a man I'm going to kill

"and can't find the door.

"Call McGarrett and ask
him if you don't believe me,

"and tell the dummy
to trust Mona.

Mona never cons." It's
signed Mona. Unquote.

That the straight stuff, Steve?

I'll ask the questions, Eddie.

Yeah, I got a key, and
I don't know what it fits.

Excuse me.

I'm Dan Williams, Hawaii Five-0.

Glad to meet you. I'm Joe.

Joe, do you, uh,
work this shop alone?

When I'm not here, it's closed.

We're trying to track down a key

that, uh, figures in a case.

A jobber told us the
blank for it was sold to you.

Have you got it with you?

This is it.

Sure, I made this key.

It has my punch mark on it.

I made two duplicates
of the original.

When was that?

Do you remember?

Oh, about ten days ago.

Do you know who ordered them?

The fellow, he didn't
mention his name.

Brought the keys
and had copies made.

You didn't know who he was?

No. Never came
here before or since.

Was anybody else
here at the same time

who could give me
a description of him?

Nobody else was here,

but I can give you
part of the description.

Like, for instance,
he had strong hands.

You mean like a laborer's?

No, but not soft like a
guy who works in an office.

He was a little
taller than you are.

His voice came from about here.

He's right-handed.
That's a guess.

He gave me the keys and paid me

with his right hand.

Thanks, Joe. You've
been an awful lot of help.

This is my card.

If I can be any
more help, call me.

Thanks, Joe.

That's okay.

Boss? One moment please.

This is the Senate
Appropriations Committee.

They finished early
on the morning session.

They'd like you to offer
your statement now.

What about Dr. Kamekona?

Well, he'll be by about 1:30.

Tell the senators I'm on my way.

Mr. McGarrett is
on his way now, sir.

Oh, yes, sir, he knows
the meeting's in Room 113.

Hello.

Is this you, Steve-o?

Yeah, this is McGarrett.

Tell me something,
great detective.

Have you looked at
your handkerchief today?

No. Why?

Why don't you? I'll wait.

Ha, ha. Nothing, right?

All right, now what
does that tell you?

You don't know?

I'll tell you.

You're like a puppet
on a string, Steve.

I can make you
go into that room.

I can make you reach
into your own pocket.

I can do anything
I want with you.

Do you know why?

Because you can't find me,

and you don't
have the first idea

how to start to find me.

You know what that
means, McGarrett?

That means you're a lousy cop.

I see. What else?

Now go back to your office.

I may decide to call you there

and give you a clue.

Gentlemen, Danno, come on.

I just got the latest
word from our boy.

He knew I was to address

the Senate
Appropriations Committee.

So he faked a call that got
me down there during recess,

then he called me there.

That's what you call chutzpah.

How'd you do at the key shop?

Settled one thing.

Why Mona's name is
signed to all those letters.

Joe's Key Shop is
run by a blind man.

He gave me his card when I left.

Check the name.

McGARRETT: Joe Mona, proprietor.

This is no ordinary crank.

I'm convinced he does intend

to make an attempt
on someone's life.

I'm just as convinced
there's no way

you're gonna to
frighten him off.

You're just gonna
have to take him.

Now, there's no hint as to
who the victim is going to be.

But there is one factor
that makes it curious.

He says Steve is not the victim,

and yet at the same time,

he makes every
reference to Steve a chop.

Calls him stupid, dummy,

calls him a lousy,
ineffective cop.

No one else, just Steve.

I don't know what that means,

but it opens the possibility

that Steve and
the intended victim

are tied together some way.

What about all them leads,
doc? They mean anything?

Well, if you read the
messages and notes carefully,

you'll find he never
once names a victim.

He makes statements
that lead you to believe

someone might be the victim.

He thinks he's really
clever, and he is.

But how he proves to
himself how really clever he is

is by telling you the truth

and outfoxing you.

Hm. If he says Joe
Doaks is the victim,

Joe Doaks is the victim.

So where does
that leave us, doc?

With a key to a
door we can't find,

and what, uh, 39
hours to stop the killing?

I knew you were too stupid

to figure out
where the key fits,

so I decided to
give you a little help.

Do you think
you're bright enough

to follow the little red trail?

If you can, then you'll
know who I'm gonna kill.

Good morning. What's all this?

Mr. McGarrett's orders, sir.

All right, Steve, let's have it.

What's going on?

Yesterday I started
getting threats

against somebody's life.

We didn't know who it
was, not until this morning.

Mine.

Yes, sir.

You know, that
paint out there...

Do you have any idea
who my, uh, friend is?

None.

But from the evidence
we have at hand,

he set a clock for us.

Time runs out at
6 p.m. tomorrow.

Then all we can do is
take the normal precautions.

Sir, tomorrow is Kamehameha Day.

Your schedule has already
appeared in the press.

It's your most public
day of the year.

You've got a parade to
review, dedication of a building.

Greeting officials
who have come in

from out of town
for the celebration,

a luncheon to attend to,

and at least half a dozen
other public appearances,

and all the routes
you're gonna cover

have already been announced.

He picked a perfect
day, didn't he? Heh.

If I had another thousand men

and a month longer to prepare,

I couldn't begin to
cover you for that parade.

Well, you're just going to
have to do the best you can.

Sir, I don't think
you understand.

I can't give you the protection

the situation demands, no way.

Every man in public life
today knows he can be killed

if someone really
wants to kill him.

Except I don't think
you understand.

This is no ordinary threat.

This man has access
to your office, to mine,

to this building,
Chin Ho's home,

Danny's home, Kono's home.

Now, he's proven
it. He's been there.

I understand your
concern, Steve.

I... I share it.

It's my life that's
being threatened.

And I don't have a hero complex

or any feeling of immortality,

but I'm the governor of
the State of Hawaii, Steve.

And Five-0 is
responsible for your safety.

Therefore, I have no alternative

but to ask you to please

go to your home on a big
island where we can protect you

until this situation
is cleared up.

I can't do that.

Well, the lieutenant
governor can act in your stead.

Yes, he can.

And then what do we do

the next time there's a threat?

Now, the kitchen is hot, Steve,

but that heat comes
with the job now.

It's built in.

I don't like it,
but I took the job,

heat and all.

I asked for it.

What good is a
dead governor, sir?

What good is a governor
who concedes to threats?

All it would take to
run me out of my office

is a note threatening my life.

Government can't function
under those conditions.

There's no pleasure
in the risk, Steve,

but I know my job.

Sir, then you'll have
to do one of two things.

Either you place yourself
entirely in my hands

until this is resolved,
or I'll have to... Steve.

I won't accept your resignation.

I suppose that means
I'm in your hands.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to ask H.P.D.

to put two men at
your door, at the office,

and at the residence,
Washington Place.

Now, one of my people will
be with you 24 hours a day,

so I'll have to ask you

to postpone any
confidential conversations

because my man will
be under strict orders

not to leave you under
any circumstances.

It would help if you
could conduct as much

of your official business
as possible by phone.

I'm in your hands.

Kono, Chin, Danno, come on in.

He's after the governor.

Anybody turn up anything?

Nothing.

Somebody said he
thought Louis Apua

brought in a hit man from
Tokyo to square a beef.

H.P.D. is checking that.

A pro hit man
ain't about to tell us

he's gonna do it.

All right, now that
we know our man

intends to kill the governor,

does that trigger
anything with anybody?

It only proves that Doc
Kamekona was right

when he said that he thought

you and the victim were
connected somewhere.

That's what bothers
me. What George said.

Now that we know the
governor is the target, heh,

we don't know why.
Nothing in the letters say why.

But how many times
have we had threat letters

in cases where the man
or woman who wrote them

didn't jump onto a soapbox

to explain why the
victim should be killed?

They always do in some way.

Maybe those letters
are telling us why,

and we're just not seeing it.

It must have been invisible ink.

We've been over those
letters a hundred times already.

Wait a minute, Kono.

Keep going, Danno.

There's only one
consistent thing,

one thing in each
letter, in each phone call.

It's you, Steve.

The, uh, slams,
the name-calling.

And each note either
came directly to you,

or went through somebody
who would have to lay it on you.

That's right. That's
right. Keep going, Danno.

What would you do if,
uh... If you put yourself

in somebody's place
who wanted to hurt you,

I mean, really put
you through torture?

What would you do?

In that place, I
wouldn't kill you.

It's too easy, too fast.

But what happens to
you if I kill the governor?

Yeah.

Yeah, a lot of things
go down the drain.

Five-0's reputation, mine.

Because you were
personally responsible

for the governor's safety.

The governor fits as
the victim two ways then.

One: he hired you.

Two: he's the only
victim our man could hit

that would wash you out.

Kono, give H.P.D.
that list of people

who have threatened
the governor.

Tell them to check them all
out, pick up any who look likely.

What about the
list on you, Steve?

Check them too.

Danno, get over to
the governor's office.

Stay with him.

If he gets any packages,

I want them x-rayed
before they're opened

and I want you to open them.

If he's in the office,
I want you with him.

Don't leave him for a second.

We'll have H.P.D. take over

when we get him back
to the residence tonight.

McGarrett.

Well, McGarrett.

You think you can foul me up

by holding the story
back from the press?

There's no way.

I can send them all the story.

I'm gonna be in
the evening papers

and all over the
TV news tonight.

How do you like that, hotshot?

I don't.

Well, that's tragic.

But people have the
right to know the news,

and just because
you're screwing up

is no reason to hold
out on them, is it?

When the governor drops,

everybody should know
how bad you blew it. Right?

Right. What are you hung up on?

Dumbness.

But you're smart.

I know you've got an
automatic trace going

on any calls on
this line, Steve.

You're not going to stall me

until a blue-and-white
gets here.

Well, I was trying
to let you down easy.

Because you're
not so smart after all.

That's why I'm already
apprehended, right?

Get off it, dummy.

You'll never find me
unless I want to be found.

I'm gonna tell you why, Steve.

You've got two bad habits.

You think you got
brains. That's one.

And second... Forget
it. It wouldn't help.

No, no, tell me,
or are you worried

that H.P.D. is moving
in on you right now?

I'm not stupid. It's
you that's stupid.

But that doesn't
stop you, does it?

Stop me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol,

judging better men than you are.

I'm not stupid.

It's you that's stupid.

But that...

McGARRETT: Stop me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol,

judging better men than you are.

Playing judge, tin idol,

judging better men than you are.

McGARRETT: Stop me from what?

Playing judge, tin idol,
judging better men...

McGARRETT: Me from what?

Playing judge, tin
idol, judging better...

McGARRETT: Stop me from what?

MONA Playing judge, tin idol.

Tin idol.

Tin idol.

Playing judge, tin idol.

Tin idol.

Tin idol.

Okay, come in.

Steve,

the notes were typed
on this typewriter.

Stencils are here too.

Set up a stakeout.

Hey, Steve, look.

McGARRETT: There's no question

that the man we're
after is Bill Cameron.

Since he didn't go back
to his apartment last night,

we can only assume that
he spotted us on stakeout,

or he had to take
up his position

for the assassination attempt.

Our first move for us

is to go over every
inch of this palace.

Once this area is cleared,

Danny will pick up the
governor at the residence

and bring him here.

Now, I want a ring of six
men around the governor

when he enters this building,

and I want every
other man in position

at least a half an hour
before he gets here.

What about the bulletproof
glass screen, Chin?

Already up, Steve.

Very well.

We'll keep tight
walkie-talkie communications.

Every man reports
every 15 minutes.

Between times, we'll
make random checks

of the various stations.

That way there's no pattern
for Cameron to rely on.

Once this building is secured,

nobody comes or goes
unless they're cleared.

We'll have men scattered
through the crowd.

We'll have 7-foot-high
sheets of bulletproof glass

to protect you when
you review the parade.

I'd rather not have them,

uh, but you're the boss.

I'd also rather take
care of my morning work

from my own office.

Well, we can come close
to covering you here, sir.

It'd take us at least two days

just to check the state house.

Hm.

I don't even know
who Cameron is.

He was an H.P.D. patrolman

brought before a review
board on a citizen's complaint.

Roughing up a
juvenile suspect, GTA.

The kid turned
out to own the car.

The boy's father
brought the complaint.

H.P.D. asked us to
investigate. We did.

Turned up seven other instances

of brutal treatment of suspects

had never been reported.

A gambler, couple
of prostitutes.

Little people who
couldn't fight back.

I sit on the review board.

I recommended dismissal. He was.

And he doesn't think
he should have been.

Therefore, he shoots
me and ruins you.

Just out of
curiosity, what, uh...?

What kind of a record
did he have in other areas?

Was there a giveaway?

You could cut your finger

on the creases in his trousers.

Fifth in his class at
the police academy.

First in marksmanship.

That's not a comforting thought.

It wasn't meant to be, sir.

I'll deal the cards straight up.

If Cameron gets a shot at you,

he'll hit you. There's
no question about it.

That's why I have to insist

that you wear this
bulletproof vest.

Now, please.

At long range, it
can stop a bullet.

Closer range, it can
slow it down enough

to make the difference.

Come on.

Check in, Station 5.

This is Tiger 5. Okay.

Check in, Station 11.

This is Apple 11. Okay.

Lieutenant Ishi, check in.

Nothing more than a couple
of pickpockets out here, Chin.

No sign of Cameron.

Check in, Station 2.

This is Eagle 2. Okay.

Check in, Station 2.

This is Eagle 2. Okay.

Check in, Station 11.

This is Apple 11. Okay.

Check in, Station 5.

Tiger 5, okay.

Steve, Chin Ho just
checked in. All posts are clear.

All right, we'll go out the
front door this time, Danno.

Set up a six-man cordon
for our move to the car.

We'll have to release two men
from the landing to make six.

Have to risk it.

What route do want
covered for the driver?

We'll put six bikes
out in front of the car.

We'll pick our own
route as we go.

Kono?

Ready to roll, boss.

Check in, Station 5.

This is Tiger 5. Okay.

We're released from our
posts to front the governor

as soon as he reaches our post.

That's approved, Tiger 5.

Check in, Station 1.

This is Blue 1. Okay.

Check in, Station 2.

Eagle 2. Okay.

Clear and quiet, Mr. McGarrett.

Go.

Oh, McGarrett.

McGarrett?

I killed him, McGarrett.

You're done.

No. No, you didn't kill him.

Huh?

No. No, I didn't miss.

Heh. No, I didn't miss.

You're... You're
lying. You're lying.

McGARRETT: You think so?

He's gonna live a long time.

How? How?

I... I hit him.

He wore a... He wore a vest?

Yeah, he wore a vest.

Oh, McGarrett.

No, McGarrett. Oh.

He's... H-He's dead, McGarrett.

He's dead.

I-If he's not...
If he's not dead,

why did I do all this?

Yeah, why?

How bad is it, sir?

I'm all right. It's Kono.

Thanks, Steve.

Yes, sir.

How are you, Kono?

Some guys will do anything
to get Kamehameha Day off.

Huh?

Okay, okay.