All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S04E19

Go ahead. This is McGarrett.

Who?

How long ago?

The Hilliard estate?
Morgan Hilliard?

No, no. No, no.
Keep it that way.

We'll be right over.

Dewey Felton's been
killed. Shot dead.

At Morgan Hilliard's?

Yeah. Let's go.

We got us a big one, bruddah.

Steve. The man
you just talked to.

I'll catch up with you.

Hello? Hello?

I got a dead line here.

That's funny. Hold
on, let me check.

Operator... were we cut off?

There's six of
us, Mr. McGarrett.

Just take it easy.

Yeah, I can count,

and I can also recognize voices.

You were the one I just
talked to on the phone.

Nobody wants to tangle
with you, Mr. McGarrett,

but we've got our orders.

Get in.

All right, everything's
been cleared.

You can go directly aboard.

On our way.

What the hell is that?

Uh, it's, uh, just a
decontamination procedure.

It evaporates right away.

Mr. McGarrett...
I'm Morgan Hilliard.

And you're in a lot of trouble.

Not if you're the
man I think you are.

One of those men is trying
to frame me for murder.

My so-called friends
and associates.

You can eliminate Felton,
of course. He's dead.

Look...

Let's get something
straight, Mr. Hilliard.

Nobody takes me under duress

and gets away with it.

Nobody.

Duress?

You're not here under
duress, Mr. McGarrett.

You're here to work.

Forty-five, looks like.

With a left-hand twist.

Left? Makes it a Colt.

If you want to kill somebody,
that's the way to do it.

Che, work up a forensic
ballistics report, will you?

Are these men, uh, looking
for the murder weapon?

That's right.

All right, then, I want
you to start with me.

Search me, will you, please?

I have no intention
of being implicated.

Nor do I.

You say the shots,
uh, came from in there.

How many? Do you know?

Yeah, seven.

You mean about seven?

No. No, exactly seven.

I counted them. We all did.

Look, I have it all here.
All here, right on tape.

You have the shooting on tape?

The shooting, yes.

The whole meeting, everything.

What do you mean,
everything? Well, uh...

There was an argument
before the killing, uh...

Look, it's all here on tape.

Mr. Mims, I consider that

quite a coincidence.
No, not at all.

We've been meeting
here for the last five days.

Colliding, you mean.

Well, a... At any rate,

the thrust of our case against

Mr. Hilliard is, well,
his mental condition.

What case?

We're taking him to court on...

On grounds of, uh,
emotional instability.

Oh, say it, will you?

Hilliard's out of his mind.

You'll hear. It's
all right there.

Anyway, the point is I...

I've taped all our meetings.

I wanted to get a
few verbatim quotes

to throw at him in our brief.

You always meet here? Yes.

We've always met here.

Except Hilliard, of course.

He stays in there.

In the water?

It's not just water,
Mr. Williams.

You dunk yourself in that,
and you'll emerge germ-free.

Have you looked in there?

It's no sauna.

It's a decontamination plant.

Ultraviolet lights,
antiseptic sprays.

You name it.

And more than that, uh,

you know, he was in
touch with cosmic forces.

Uh, you know about
auras, don't you?

The blue and green rays

that emanate from the head.

Or orange or red...

Danny. Found these
in the corner there.

Forty-fives.

Recently fired.

Mr. Mims, I think we'd
better hear that tape now.

Good. Good.

Danny.

Where's Steve?
It's been 20 minutes.

Call Jenny. See
what's keeping him.

There's a theory about
this thing, Mr. McGarrett.

That it draws the harmful energy

from your body and
enforces the good.

Well, I don't know about that,

but it certainly is
the darnedest feeling.

Kind of a tingle.

And I certainly need that

with those Judases back there

trying to steal my empire.

Yeah, I know. I read the papers.

Did you read how
much I pay them?

Two hundred
thousand dollars a year.

Each.

Unlimited expense account...

planes, yachts, helicopters.

On top of that,

I offered them 49
percent of the steam car.

And look what I get.

Civil war.

That's what it is, you know.

Except there's
nothing civil about it.

There's a court
battle shaping up...

with two and a half
billion dollars at stake.

That's billion.

Good motive for murder.

Hilliard was in the pool,

Byers was there, Mims was there,

Felton was here, and
I was right over here.

Ready?

Look, this isn't news, Victor.

I told you six months
ago to get ready for it.

You said you were
considering it. That's all.

I think you're out of your
mind, Morgan. I really do.

I'm the only sane man
here and you know it.

If you want to play
around with a steam car,

that's fine, but use
your own money.

Play around? Hell. I
said a crash program.

This is what I said.

A steam car...

using natural gas for fuel.

Operating costs maybe
half what they are today.

Pollutant emissions
down 98 percent.

I'm gonna build that car

and have it on the
road in three years...

at a price everyone can afford.

Morgan, that's a dream.

More like a nightmare,
if you ask me.

Now, that's Felton.

We should cash out everything?

Liquidate 14 corporations?

Morgan, think what's
going to happen.

Capital, that's what's
going to happen.

It won't work, Morgan.

A steam car just
isn't practical.

It isn't.

That's your job.

Hilliard, you're mad.

Felton... I have no
feeling for that man.

One is not supposed
to speak ill of the...

murdered, but he
was the schemer.

He turned against me,

turned the others against me.

That's why I fired him.

But never mind that.

I was a witness to the crime...

and I know you have questions.

Go right ahead.

Here?

Without seeing the body

or the scene of the crime?

No.

It doesn't work
that way, Hilliard.

A few years back,

to avoid a single
court appearance,

I sacrificed an
entire corporation.

Just let it go.

Yeah, I remember.

A personal loss of
$47 million because I...

have this aversion
to human contact.

Even now, nothing
personal, mind,

I'm extremely uncomfortable
in your presence.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I'm not exactly overjoyed
to be in yours, either.

The point is, Mr. McGarrett,

I'm not going back.

Whoever killed Felton knew that.

Knew that I'd leave the island.

That was the whole idea.

To stop me dead in
my tracks, you see?

It's me against the four
of you, is it? all right.

I'm buying you out,
every one of you.

You can't buy if we don't sell.

We're keeping our shares,

and taking over yours, Morgan.

And just how do you figure that?

What we've been telling
you for the last five days.

You're out of your
mind, old man.

And therefore incapable of
managing your own affairs.

That ought to bring
him out of his puddle.

I showed him this.

It's a summons for
Mr. Hilliard to appear in court.

He guessed what it
was. Got pretty angry.

He came out...

I'll see you in
hell first, all of you.

There. Is that a
threat or isn't it?

He threw the paper
at me, turned here.

You can hear him walking.

Went into the sauna.

Listen, now here it comes.

You can hear the shots.

That's it. The
one that hit Felton.

Listen to that. I-it
was like a battlefield.

One of those shots
almost hit me. Look.

Sounded like a, uh,
silencer was used.

What's happening here?
Well, he's still in there.

In that sterile cocoon of his.

Could you see his hands?
Could you see the gun?

No, no. Uh, there
was too much steam.

Now... about here,

he came out...

and just stood there
and looked at us.

With the gun?

I don't know.

He had something in his pocket.

His robe pocket.

I'm certain of that.

You are insane. You killed him.

That's to Hilliard.

All right. He emptied
the clip. Then what?

Well, things were
pretty muddled. Uh...

We shouted accusations
back and forth for a while.

Nobody called the police?

His police... Yes. He
has his own, you know.

And he wouldn't
let us phone out.

Not until he got
on the helicopter.

They headed over
that way generally.

Danny?

Jenny says Steve's
car's still in the parking lot.

But nobody's seen
him. Where could he be?

Well, I got an APB out
but, uh, it's not like him.

Good Lord, he didn't
mean that McGarrett?

Who? What are you talking about?

Hilliard. That was
the other name...

McGarrett.

What he said on the phone was,

"pick up McGarrett."

But it couldn't be.

I mean, Morgan's crazy,
but he's not that crazy, is he?

So... have we reached
an understanding?

No. No, you still think

you're a privileged character.

Ah, but I am. I'm a very
privileged character.

Not in my book, mister.

And not where
murder is concerned.

Yes, of course, I
can understand that.

But what you fail to
grasp, Mr. McGarrett,

is that we're on the
same side in this thing.

Are we?

Aside from the
dead man back there,

so far I've got you
down for kidnapping

and obstructing justice.

I don't see it that way.

Well, maybe you're a little
spoiled, Mr. Hilliard, huh?

Why, because I can
afford to go my own way?

I mean, entirely my own way?

You'd do it, too, if you could.

Of course, then
people would think

you were insane.

There's a certain onus
to complete freedom.

People simply
cannot understand it.

Are you sincere about

getting this thing cleared up?

Of course. Well, then
come back with me.

Maybe it will take a matter
of days. Maybe hours.

Yeah, I'm afraid you
still don't understand.

I am not capable of
doing a thing like that.

Well, where is this, uh...

This complete freedom that
you've been expounding on?

Yeah. You've got me there.

But then again,
I've got you here.

There he is!

Hey, Danny. Wait.

Hey, Danny, where's McGarrett?

Come on, pal. I got a
police radio in my car.

- Come on, Danny.
- So where is he?

Come on. You can
give me something.

You'll be back at your
office in an hour, McGarrett.

I'm about to get
lost for the duration.

But we'll be in touch

through various third parties.

I hear you have your own spies.

Tell 'em to stay out of my way.

Give my regards to Waikiki.

Steve.

The news guys will
be waiting for you.

How much do you want them to
know of what happened to you?

Nothing. Go right
through the gate.

There he is!

Come on, pal. I
got a police radio...

Beginning electronic
surveillance.

Report number three.

Location: rear of
the Hilliard estate.

Time: 10:17 a.m.

Fifth day of the month.

Confidential.

Transmit on scrambler only.

UHF, channel 406,
to Mr. Morgan Hilliard.

We recovered six of
the seven slugs, Steve.

How's that for persistence?

Great. Only we need the seventh.

He, he. Now that's persistence.

And the murder weapon.

That's Chinese persistence.

What about these, Che?

Well. We have six spent slugs.

They weigh 250
grams each, caliber .45.

Rifling markings are identical.

Left-hand twist with a pitch
of one turn in 16 inches.

Six lands, six grooves.

Okay. So we've
got a Colt automatic.

Right. As a matter
of fact, one like this.

Old government-issue.

Now, that's the A1. Went
out of production in 1957.

But I remember the
Schofield Arms Museum.

We had that machined
for the silencer...

but they didn't
go for that at first.

Well, I do. Thanks, Chin.

Ricochet marks?

Yeah. We taped 'em.

We've been doing some
high-class trigonometry.

Worked it out both ways.

That's how we found the slugs.

Working back, um,

they had to come from there.

Had to?

We found two, uh,
spent shell casings...

in the sauna.

Why only two?

Six slugs and only
two spent shells.

That's lousy arithmetic.

What do you figure
the effective range

of this .45 is?

What, 50 yards?

If you're thinking somebody
behind there, no go, Steve.

We checked it all out.

And the way this
place is fenced in...

Dogs, guards, everything.

And only one gate.

We traced down everybody, Steve.

There were only those
five men down here.

And with the range of that gun,

the shots had to
come from that sauna.

Seven rounds
bouncing around here,

and nobody saw the gun fired?

They were all scattering
for their lives, they said.

Well, what about afterward?

What did Hilliard
do with the gun?

In the pocket of the
robe, uh, somebody said...

Uh, Byers. But he's not sure.

Why the silencer?

Maybe the guy hates noise.

Yeah. Maybe.

McGARRETT: Maybe something else.

Hilliard. The guy
frames himself...

and then he plans
on us to get him off.

Oh, I know he's smart,
but is he that smart?

You bet he is.

Yes, that's Hilliard's
handwriting.

- I'd recognize it anywhere.
- I agree.

Is that all we've
been called in for,

to identify a signature?

No. I want you to
hear this tape again.

It's the first shot
I'm interested in.

That thump.

It's different from the others.

Listen.

I'll see you in hell
first. All of you.

I marvel at your deductive
powers, Mr. McGarrett.

It is a thump.

What caused it?

A bullet, of course.

Didn't you say one of them
hit some garden sculpture?

Yeah, but this has
a hollow sound.

That sculpture was not hollow.

Is that what's holding
up the investigation?

This alleged hollowness?

You have our sworn
statements, McGarrett.

Morgan Hilliard killed that man.

Now, why haven't you acted?

If I were you, I
wouldn't press too hard

for a warrant, Mr. Mims.

Your name might be on it.

What are you suggesting?

Me, nothing. It's
what the facts suggest.

This tape, for instance.

A dream document
for the prosecution.

It's all there.
Principals, motive,

crisis, the killing.

Even the indictment
made by you...

the one survivor who knows
his way around the courtroom.

And then we get
sworn statements like...

"I think... he had
a gun in his hand."

"I saw this bulge
in his robe pocket."

Seven rounds
fired directly at you,

yet no one saw the
shooting nor the gun.

No, thanks. No,
thanks, gentlemen.

You know what this adds up to?

A case that looks
great in the paper,

but flops in court.

So maybe the
question should be...

did two of you...

or all of you get together
and eliminate Felton?

That's idiotic.

Is it?

Felton is dead,

Hilliard's out of the
way, at least for now,

and you're in court
trying to grab his empire.

Two billion dollars is a
motive any jury can buy.

So you want to
play games, do you?

All right, let's play.

I'm not sure I follow you, sir.

Now, just what are
you suggesting?

Well, the facts
speak for themselves.

Or should I say
the lack of them?

An hour. One hour
after... After the shooting,

Morgan Hilliard was
aboard his yacht.

And the moment... The
moment he cleared the harbor,

then the police were
notified of the killing

and began their investigation.

But where was the
esteemed Mr. McGarrett,

the chief investigator,
during that particular time?

Do you think he was onboard?

You mean, some kind
of a deal was made?

Well, uh, has Five-0
accused anyone of the crime?

I mean, officially?

It would appear that three
eyewitnesses to murder

are not enough for
Mr. Steve McGarrett

for some... well, let's
say unknown reason.

He's far more interested
in implicating us,

the intended victims.

A unique approach,
to say the least.

Right, McGarrett?

McGarrett, how
about your side of it?

You'll hear it in court.

If it ever gets in court, right?

How do you bring
in a billionaire?

Isn't that something like
arresting the president?

Is that what you two
talked about on the yacht?

Going through the
motions and things like that?

Or was it more like, uh,

"Who's gonna be
our next governor?"

Well, I'll tell you
something, gentlemen...

when it comes to governors,

all I know is that...

I've got an appointment
with the incumbent in about...

two minutes. So
if you'll excuse me.

Look, what is this?

My question to you, mister.

All right, what have I done?

Stuck in the corner of my eye

just once too often.

Craig Custer, huh?

Okay, look, so I work for Mr...

I know who you work for.

Hilliard, this is McGarrett.

I'm going to the
attorney general

to get a warrant
for your arrest.

Now you can sit on that yacht

of yours as long as you wish,

but it won't get
that steam car built,

and it won't get
you off the hook.

You've got to show
up and face indictment.

Cooperate, understand,
just like any other suspect.

If you're clean, you
can beat the charges.

If you don't show up,

we're gonna come and get you.

And then we'll all
know who killed Felton.

Right?

All right.

You can get this to him

before he reads it in the paper.

McGARRETT: Four suspects.

What could be simpler?

It's got to be Hilliard, Steve.

Who else could have
fired those shots?

I don't know.

Impulsive killing, right?

Hilliard gets out of the pool,

stops here, talks to Mims,

crosses to the sauna, enters...

grabs the gun, turns,
empties the clip.

Seven shots.

That means seven
spent shells eject

and hit the floor.

Okay, then what happens?

Hilliard picks up
five and leaves...

leaving behind these two?

Why stop at five?

He can count better than that,

no matter how mad he gets.

But, Steve, he
was in there alone.

He admitted that. You said.

Yeah. DANNO: Hilliard's no fool.

If he left those shells in
there, it was deliberate.

Why would he do that?

To suggest they were
planted by somebody else.

The three witnesses.
They had their chance.

Okay.

Okay, then we
concentrate on the shells.

Chin, get Bill Ordway.

Tell him to bring
his little gray box.

Well, they're from
a gun, obviously.

A cliché or no, McGarrett,

they all look alike to me.

If I did plant
them in the sauna,

would I be stupid
enough to admit it,

especially to you?

No. That's why we sent

for our polygraph expert.

Mr. Ordway, Mr. Mims.

How do you do? Hello.

Lie detectors have
no value in court.

I know you know that.

McGARRETT: Not
intended for court.

And you can refuse, if you wish.

Of course, I'll wonder why.

If I do submit to this nonsense,

uh, will it remove me
from your suspect list?

Well, you're such a
good suspect, Mr. Mims.

I'd really hate to
lose you, but, yes,

it would get me off
your back for a while.

That, my dear sir,
is worth everything.

Let's go.

And today's date, please.

The 5th.

And, uh, your name
is, uh, Otis Mims,

is that correct?

Yes.

And, uh, you've never
seen these shells before?

That's not true.

I saw them a... I saw
them a few minutes ago.

And before that?

No, never. I don't
like guns of any kind.

Do you know what this is?

It's a 49-cent transistor.
Made in Japan.

A millionth of a second

is rather a long time

to a transistor,
Mr. McGarrett...

because it's a
precision instrument.

This is a precision instrument.

That is not.

And don't tell me
an innocent man

has nothing to fear.

I know better.

So the answer is no.

You can't wire me
to that for anything.

Not even for your
share of $2 billion?

I wouldn't risk my share
of perdition on that thing.

I know my rights.

You think I can't see
what you're doing?

Well, I'd put the
same question to you.

All right.

I was wrong about Hilliard.

I didn't see a gun in his
hand or anything else.

Perhaps I just
wanted to see one.

But that's all I've
been holding back.

Now do you believe me?

I believe you won't submit

to a polygraph
test... Mr. Byers.

Now let's try it again.

Your name is Victor Tabernash?

Yes.

And today's date is the 6th?

No. Uh, yes.

I don't... I don't know.

Heh.

This man is too
emotional, Mr. McGarrett.

I can't establish a norm.

Could he fake a thing like this?

Some people can.

Just a minute.

Very cute.

Now, look, Mr. McGarrett...

No, you look, Mr. Tabernash.

This smoke screen won't work.

That polygraph won't
buy it, and I won't buy it.

Believe me... I
don't believe you.

You're fooling no one
with this sweaty charade.

You're only burying yourself.

It's that damn machine.
Is it the machine?

Well... That's what I've
been trying to tell myself.

I'm afraid of the damn
thing. Really, I am.

All right. Look...
can we try again?

Yeah, sure, we can try it again.

Now, I realize that you
submitted to this voluntarily.

Yes, I did, of course.
And I'm willing to help.

I'm willing to tell you
anything you want.

All right. Quiet down.

Yes. Relax.

I will. I'll try.

Quiet down.

Yes, I'll quiet down,

and I'll concentrate
and I'll try.

I really am trying!

Believe me, I am.

Well... Tell him.
Tell him. Let's start.

Relax. Okay.

Okay, Mr. Ordway.

All right, now. Take it easy.

Try to settle down.

Settle down.

Settle down.

Now, settle down. Okay.

All right, you've
been needling me

for a press
conference, gentlemen,

so here it is...

brief and to the point.

I suppose you all
know what this is.

Is that loaded?

What do you think?

Listen, I know you're a little

sore at us, uh, McGarrett,

but, uh, you wouldn't, uh.

Wouldn't what?

That wasn't very
funny, McGarrett.

It's not over yet.

Come here. I want to
show you something.

I want all you other
gentlemen to see this too.

Okay, here's the gun.

There are seven
spent shells in there.

Go in and find five of them,
and break down the gun.

You've got seven seconds.

Seven seconds?

Well, if Hilliard could
do it, so can you. Go.

Don't even want to try, huh?

Tell me how Hilliard could
break down his weapon,

hide it in a pocket,
and find five spent shells

among all this clutter of junk
in here all in seven seconds.

Okay, gentlemen, you
want something to print?

Tell your readers

how Morgan Hilliard
managed that.

Mr. McGarrett, call for you.

McGarrett. Who's this?

Who do you think?

McGARRETT: Okay, Hilliard. Okay.

Good work, McGarrett.
I want to thank you

for clearing me and rattling
the press in the bargain.

That spy service of yours

doesn't waste
much time, does it?

Safety in numbers, McGarrett.

I've got a dozen men on you.

Well, you tell your
boys next time

to get their facts straight,

because I didn't
clear you, Hilliard.

All I said was that I
didn't know how you did it.

McGARRETT:
There's a big difference.

What are you trying
to prove, anyway?

You must know by now
that I didn't kill anyone.

You're too smart not to.

Well, maybe I'm just a dumb cop,

because I'm still not convinced.

All right. All right.
What will it take?

McGARRETT: Same old thing.

You and me at the
scene of the crime.

There's no other way.

Hello, Hilliard.

How did you know it was...

All right, damn it.
You win. Here I am.

McGARRETT: Well,
I hate to bore you,

but we're gonna run it again.

Do we have to?

Risk it. You'll survive.

And taking over yours, Morgan.

And just how do you figure that?

Well, we've been
telling you every day

for the last five days.

You're out of your
mind, old man,

and therefore incapable of
managing your own affairs.

That ought to bring
him out of his puddle.

Then they handed me
the summons, I read it...

I'll see you in
hell first, all of you.

Then I went to the phone.

What's the matter?

Well, your persistence
finally paid off.

Because I realize now, that...

thump was louder.

You mean the first shot?

Yeah, yeah. Uh, much louder.

Louder or closer?

Oh, i-it... It's just
an impression really.

It's kind of hard
to describe, but...

it was more like...

it came from in
here than... out there.

With a left-hand twist.

Which makes it
bullet number seven.

Huh.

A pretty tricky shot
from down here,

wouldn't you say?

Yeah, unless they
shoot in circles.

Ha.

Must have come from
someplace back there.

Yeah, but there
was nobody there.

Unless they were
outside the estate.

That's over 200 yards.

Two hundred yards
with a 50-yard gun.

That's interesting.

Let's find out.

McGARRETT: Look.

Something was bolted down here.

Yeah.

The holes line up
perfectly with the target too.

Could be some kind of gun mount.

What, though?

A rifle built to .45
specifications?

With a silencer?
There is no such thing.

Steve, this is no rifle bullet.

Look at it.

It's designed for
punch, not accuracy.

In fact, to get even
a shot group like that

took a lot of doing.

And I'll tell you
something else.

A slug that size
drops pretty fast.

You'd have to shoot high...

on a trajectory
something like this.

Well, somebody solves a
bunch of problems, Steve.

Yeah, problems.

You know...

maybe we're not dealing
with a marksman at all.

Our man could be an engineer.

No gray box this time?

Sit down then.

What's on your mind?

You remember these?

Hmm.

We know now that the killer

planted them in the sauna

before the shooting.

That's one thing.

And...

account 20637, Bank of Geneva.

These Swiss numbered accounts

can be cracked open, you know.

If there is evidence
of wrongdoing,

the banks, uh, disclose names.

I see you didn't know.

What names?

Just one.

Orion Enterprises.
Like the constellation.

It's a strange account
because it was only used once

to transfer $200,000

to the Lithvia Arms
Company, West Germany.

They specialize
in custom rifles.

They made one.

Just one that can
throw a slug like this

at least...

250 yards with
absolute accuracy.

Had a silencer.

Took them... year,

year and a half to engineer it.

It's been in work a long time,

hasn't it, Mr. Byers?

McGarrett, what on earth
are you talking about?

There is no Orion Enterprises.

That's a name you made up.

I did?

What gave you that idea?

Oh, about six phone calls

and some international
police work.

But we did trace the rifle.

It was delivered to
you two months ago.

Where is it, Mr. Byers?

What?

The rifle?

Well... if you must know...

it's zeroed in
I'd say just about

the base of your skull.

Don't move, McGarrett.

Now in case you're thinking
of trading your life for mine,

forget it.

It'll throw you about
10 feet when it hits.

You won't even reach your gun.

Three frequencies.

Two are ordinary
voice channels...

the other pulls the trigger.

Yes, Mr. Byers.

Ben, I'm on the terrace.

Call the airport and have
the jet cleared for takeoff

in five minutes.

And I'll need the helicopter.

Bring it around, will you?

Right away.

Terrace, uh... Yes, sir.

I'm wondering why
you didn't anticipate this.

Well, I figured you
wouldn't destroy that rifle.

McGARRETT: Not... Not a
piece of engineering like that.

I'm gonna move out.
See if I can find that thing.

You remember the nicked sleeve?

Well, how do you know

it won't get you this time?

Well, for one thing,

the winds are more
predictable here.

Beginning to feel it, McGarrett?

That big bullet sitting out
there aimed right at you?

Did you hear that?

Same range.

We're too far out.

I hope that isn't
a hair trigger.

Ah, but it is.

If you want to hope anything,

hope I don't drop
it or get nervous.

I'll use it if I have to.

I don't want you taking
potshots at my helicopter.

So be advised, I can still
wipe you out from up there.

With this.

Just hold it, McGarrett.

Very still.

You're wired for sound.

You did anticipate this.

Did I?

Well, it won't change anything.

I'll be on that jet
in five minutes.

Don't count on it.

Police have helicopters too.

How can I thank you?

Say thanks.

No, no, no, no. I want
to do something for you.

Just say thanks.

Anything you want. Just name it.

Hilliard, you
haven't got the price.

I'll send you the first
steam car off the line.

How about that?

McGarrett.

McGarrett!

McGarrett!

Thanks.