All language subtitles for Hawaii 5-O s02e16 Bored, She Hung Herself

Promise that I won't interfere with your
lifestyle.

Within reason, that is.

Dear Father, therein lies our problem.

The boy is going to destroy you.

All right, forgive me, Father. The boy
is a cesspool of bad habits. He's only

social to the point with me. Now listen,
listen to me when I'm talking. I am not

one of your patients.

even helps people.

Fifty bucks an hour.

I'll knock it.

What have you done to earn your keep
lately?

Don, if you start chanting, so help me,
I'll kick you.

Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Krishna Krishna
Krishna Hare

You'd think a girl whose father is one
of the top head trunkers on the island.

Yeah, you'd think.

If it's suicide.

Is

she

still in there?

Do you see her?

Yeah.

Are you sure that it's Wanda?

discovered the body he and his mother
identified.

suicide?

Well, it looks that way.

And it's not the way it looks.

She had so much.

She had so much to give.

Unless he had so twisted her, so
destroyed her.

He? Who was he?

Don Miles.

The boy that Wanda was involved with.

He couldn't go out and get a job. He
couldn't.

Wear shoes. He couldn't cut his hair,
but he could teach himself to hang.

And he was teaching her.

He was teaching her to hang herself.

To kill herself.

It's a serious accusation, Warren. That
boy is responsible.

He killed my daughter.

He murdered her.

to your constitutional rights. Do you
have anything to say?

That's your privilege. Book and call
him.

Let's go.

Book me for what?

Your roommate was found dangling at the
end of a rope.

Don Miles has been apprised of his
constitutional rights.

Following statement is freely
volunteered.

Okay, Don.

I just want to get it out. I killed her.

Just like... I killed her.

Yeah, what happened?

We argued.

That's what did it to her. She couldn't
take the tension.

I shouldn't have left. I should have
known that she was going to do something

stupid crazy like that. Are you saying
that she hanged herself?

When she was like that, you know...

Up and down. Was she on acid?

I don't know.

One minute she was trying to cut me into
pieces and the next she was warm,

wonderful.

Anyway, that's what happened.

I left her alone and she was all wound
up and just came undone. I wasn't there,

so punish me. She killed herself.

Suicide. Case closed.

Thanks for wrapping it up for us.

One of the reasons I know it's my fault
is that I was trying to teach her how to

do it. Do what?

To hang.

It takes a... It takes a while to learn
it, but once you reach a certain stage

of karma, concentration, then...

Nobody would want to kill one.

The tape being locked up so when you
find out from the corner, you'll be the

first to know.

And when that Mr.

Larson left for Europe and that Don
turned up as our neighbor... Well, you

remember what I said, Charles.

I said that hippie spells trouble.

That's exactly what I said.

And then Wanda, oh, that lovely, sweet
girl, turned up with him.

I still can't imagine what she saw in
him.

happened is less than 50 yards down the
beach.

Now, I know that you're not the kind of
people to cry, but if there was any...

Well, to begin with, they played that
music so loud it would have taken an

atomic bomb. I think what my wife is
trying to say is that we have a

neighborhood gap, which is fine, except
when you have an impressionable 13 -year

-old son.

How well did your son know Wanda and
Don?

Too well, I'm afraid.

Understand, I'm not trying to say
that...

Don and Wanda were bad people or
anything like that. It's just that,

were young and trying to find
themselves.

But as I said, when you have an
impressionable young son, why, you've

careful. I began to feel more like a
jailkeeper than a mother. Why, every

turned around, he was either over there
or on the way.

We were afraid they'd turn him into some
kind of a dope fiend.

Would you mind if we talked to him?

Well, I know I can trust you to be
gentle with him.

Can you get in here, please?

You can understand what a trauma this
has been for the boy.

Hank, these gentlemen are police
officers.

Hi, Hank.

Fine clothes.

Groovy. Ask me anything you want.

Do you know how it really happened?

No. Do you?

Wanda was getting bagged all the time.

Don didn't dig it. It was driving him up
the wall.

that Wanda was on drugs?

I heard Don bawling her out a hundred
times.

All you ever do is get stoned, he'd yell
at her. And she'd yell back, all you

ever do is chant.

See, Don's a health freak.

He doesn't believe in dropping anything
unless it's organic.

So you think she was high on something
and hung herself?

I was talking to Boswell about it once.
Who's Boswell?

He's a writer. A way out guy.

Boswell says heavy drugs like acid can
be a real bummer.

or he the one to owe Don.

Let me think.

I was on the beach rapping with Don that
morning. What were you rapping about?

Things.

Politics. And Vietnam.

Don's some kind of mystic freak.

You ought to see the things he can do.
Out of sight.

Yeah. He was good at karate, too, huh?

Good? Black belt, man.

I'd hate to be around Don when he loses
his temper.

That can't happen anymore.

Something gets him uptight and he just
sits down and chants.

cleans out your soul and makes you pure.

So the last time you saw Don was the
morning before you discovered Wanda?

That was the last time I talked to him.

Okay, Hank.

Thanks for the help.

Sorry to take up so much of your time,
Mr. Weatherly. That's all right. I'm

to be at home. I saw Don last night.

Just for a second, though.

What time?

A few minutes after nine.

I was on my bike, rushing like crazy to
get home.

If I get in late, my old man...

I need some answers, Doc.

To begin with, there was a severe
hematoma. Oh, please, Doc. English, huh?

Somebody put his or her fingers around
the girl's throat and applied enough

pressure.

Let me know. I'm holding a suspect now.
I'd like to spring him or book him for

murder.

As truly so.

For there is one God, O Buddha, and one
reality, which is the blessed state of

nirvana.

That which is born, is, becomes, is
created as cause.

after 9 p .m.

That is a fact, isn't it, Don?

And isn't it also a fact that you tore
out of there on your bike, took off like

a man running away from a murder?

Murder Wanda.

cottage that night.

The truth of it is that I went back and
I found her there and

I panicked.

I just couldn't believe that she was
dead.

And what had you done just before then?

Went to a friend's. I went over to visit
this friend.

What was his name?

Wilson Boswell.

I loved them both.

When I heard about Wanda's death, well,
I simply went to pieces.

If you look closely, you can see the
cracks.

When did you last see them?

Well, Don came over to my house the very
day it happened.

What time was that?

Uh, 5 .30. I'm not sure.

How did he, uh, act? How did he behave?

Now, I love Don, and I wouldn't say a
word, not a single syllable, to hurt

The poor boy was simply a mask that
exposed nerve endings.

Is that unusual?

You're trying to suggest that he acted
like a man that had just murdered his

girlfriend?

I didn't give it a thought. It's
interesting that you have.

Well, as a writer, I'm inclined to a
slight case of elephantiasis of the

imagination. But candidly, I did see a
streak of the savage in Don.

And Wanda, that perpetual wanton.

She could bring out the beast in the
best of the worst of us.

What time did Don leave your place?

Now you're trying to put Don at the
scene of the murder at the time of the

murder, aren't you?

You said he arrived at 5, 5 .30. What
time did he leave? 6, 6 .30, 7.

Later. 7 .30? I can tell you exactly
what time he left.

I had invited some guests in for dinner.

I was bathing.

Then I heard Don's motorbike revving.
What time was that?

I was just about to tell you.

I looked at the clock.

Now, here I fed him, commiserated with
him, invited some guests in to cheer him

up, and he was running out on me a half
an hour before the guests even arrived.

How was that?

Eight?

Eight, exactly.

And from your place, on a motorcycle
that dons cottages wide a half hour?

As the crow flies.

I take it that you're prepared to
testify to this in court, Mr. Bosman?

Well... Yes.

Yes.

And you're familiar with the penalties
for perjury in a murder trial?

Well, no. Not being a criminal, I'm not
familiar with them.

The point is, I'm telling the truth.

Now, a witness is willing to testify
that Don was at his house from 5, 5 .30

until 8 p .m. Now, at a minimum, it's a
half -hour drive back to Don's cottage.

With that kind of evidence, we release
people. Who is this mysterious witness

that will testify that Don was with him?

A man named Wilson Boswell.

That freak.

You mean to tell me that he's your
witness?

He's not my witness. He's a witness.

He convinced that Don is innocent.

I'm convinced that the facts at this
point don't warrant booking him for

if that's what you mean.

Warrant.

We're not going to dismiss Don. We're
going to recheck his alibi. We'll check

the autopsy report.

But for now, we've got to face the facts
as we know them. The fact.

It was supposed to be a fact that my
daughter had committed suicide.

The physical evidence documented that
fact, didn't it? And I said that she was

murdered, and I was right, wasn't I?
Yes.

Well, I'm telling you that I'm right
about Don.

He had a motive. He had...

And he has a history of violence. Oh, we
don't know that.

Well, I know it.

I'll document it.

Underneath that Buddhist robe and monk
shawl and all that protest of

nonviolence, that boy is a killer.

You can't accuse a man of that, Warren.

You document it. You give me some hard
facts to take into court and I'll judge

him.

But until then, let me do my job.

All right, you do your job.

any strange sounds that night?

Oh, thank you. Between 6 and 8 p .m.?
Yeah, approximately.

Well, let's see. I worked late that
night. I didn't get out of the office

a little after 8.

I had a fast martini.

It must have been 8 .30, 8 .45 by the
time I wended my way home.

No, it was quiet.

Very quiet.

Too quiet, as it turned out.

And you, Mrs. Weatherly?

Well... Tuesday is my bridge night. I
dropped Hank off at the Paulson's when

Charles was to pick him up on his way
home from the office.

You drive right by the Paulson's house
on your way home, don't you, Mr. Wesley?

Yes, that's right.

You drove by, what, about 8 .30, 8 .45
that night?

Such of any importance, yes.

I wonder why you didn't pick Hank up.

I did pick him up.

Didn't I?

He told Officer Williams that he rode
home on his bike that night. He was

run down by Don on a motorcycle about 9
p .m.

Right, right.

I remember now.

Actually, I drove up to the Paulsons and
faced Hank's inevitable, let

me watch TV for another half hour, so I
decided Hank could get home on his own.

You seem to be placing a great stress on
time. Does that mean you pinned down

the time of the murder?

Well, something like that. Thank you
both for your trouble.

Not at all.

Going by that place every day, knowing
what took place there, knowing that

whoever did it is still free.

Still free and still living in that
house. Paula!

Paula!

I'm sorry.

It's just that now it's easy to
believe... Blame someone like Donnie. He

share our values.

He's different.

Being different.

Done.

Can I get something for you? Something
to drink? How about some coffee or a

glass of beer or something like that,
huh? No, thank you. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hey,

did you know I stopped by the house?

No, I didn't know.

Yeah, I did.

I got my supplies at front porch.

I couldn't... I don't know. I just
couldn't bring myself to ring the

Why was it so important for you to see
me?

I just wanted you to know how much I
loved Wanda.

I'm sure you did, Don.

I'm also sure that you killed her.

No, sir, you're wrong about that.

I don't think that you meant to.

I would swear on a witness day.

But you began to waver in your own
purpose.

Found it difficult to chant.

Found it difficult to meditate.

Yeah.

And that afternoon, after I had tried to
talk Wanda out of staying with you and

coming home with me, after I left about
six o 'clock, you and Wanda argued,

didn't you?

She did most of the talking, but...

We argued, yeah.

And you left?

I left.

I started up my bike and if I just would
have stayed right there, you know,

she would have come running out and
everything would have been all right.

you got on that bike and you left.

But you didn't go far, did you?

Go far?

No, no, I didn't go far.

So?

You turned around.

You came back.

You came back to find Wanda alone in the
house.

But this time it was a different Wanda.

It was a Wanda who was not ready to let
bygones be bygones.

It was not a Wanda who was ready to
accept your lovemaking.

No, no, that's not true.

And somehow, somehow she was even more
desirable. You needed her more than

Please, no more of her.

Get this all out, Don.

You've got to get this out.

You're not going to be able to live with
us keeping it inside you.

I'm asking you for myself and for
yourself.

Let it out now.

Get it all out.

You think I killed him?

You came back.

Yeah, I came back.

And when it was over...

You became a murderer, Don.

And you couldn't face that.

So you took her body in your arms.

And you carried her over to that noose.

And you hung her there.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Then you left.

And you rode around Waikiki for hours.

You rode around for hours until you had
half convinced yourself.

Until you had half convinced yourself
that it was a nightmare.

So then, you came back here.

Yeah, I came back.

You didn't remember then, but you
remember now.

You remember walking through that door.

You remember coming into this room.

And you saw her hanging there.

Just as you had left her.

The tale's up to you.

So?

So, that ridiculous confession, it won't
stand up in court. It won't even get

into court.

All right, Steve. I think I'm finally
getting the message.

I'm going to take this to someone who
will listen to it with an open mind.

Do it. Do it. It's a favor to me. Do it.
And let me build my own case.

You just can't stand my doing your work
for you.

Oh, Warren, please.

Please, we're old friends. You just
don't extract confessions at the end of

rubber hose.

What do you mean, rubber hose?

Rubber hose. If someone had taken that
kid in a back room and beat a confession

out of him, you would have been the
first one to scream police brutality. I

didn't touch him. Everything on this is
freely volunteered.

All right. All right, doctor.

Please, take the stand in just a minute.
Oh, I'm tired of talking to you.

Please. Why don't I take a minute? I
promise not to work you over.

Okay? Can we explore the facts?

Okay. We're friends for a long time,
huh?

Right. Next fact.

We've worked on a lot of cases together.

Right. And over a period of time, I
think we've come to know each other.

I'm beginning to wonder about.

Oh, Warren, please don't.

Let me ask you something. Do you think
that these recent court decisions have

done the police a service? Really?

making them rely more on hard facts and
investigation and less on confessions.

Yes, I believe that's so. And you expect
me to accept that confession?

you I don't remember. Until you had half
convinced yourself that it was a

nightmare.

From Don's gut?

Freely volunteered?

Eagerly volunteered?

All right, Steve.

You've made a point. You still won't buy
it? That's right.

Sometimes you know certain things.

I know that boy killed my daughter.
Well, you've known it from the

That's right. And you know why?

Because you needed a scapegoat, somebody
to hang the hook on, something to ease

your conscience. Now, what does that
mean? Well, I'm a cop, Doctor. You're

psychiatrist. You know what it means. I
think they call it the generation gap,

huh? Your daughter was sick and you
couldn't reach her. Oh, I'm not going to

stay here and listen to this. Suddenly
she's dead and you feel responsible.

guilt, Warren. I'm not going to let some
cop tell me about my own daughter.

Now, you have a case.

You use it!

Suppose I can't complain.

But let me tell you this, huh?

We're going to get this straight.

Right here and now.

Now, you give me just ten seconds, and
I'll bring you three more cashmere

sweaters. All identical.

If you want to go down to my club,
you'll probably find another one in my

cabana. Or at the pool, or lying around
the tennis courts.

The man who attacked and then killed
Wanda was only wearing one cashmere

sweater. You're missing the point. I
don't think so.

Look, suppose I lose a sweater somewhere
and forget it.

On the courts, on the golf links, any
caddy, any beach bum might just find

himself a cashmere sweater.

I'd never be the wiser.

In other words, darn.

And anyone else could very easily have
appropriated your sweater.

In other words.

And then returned it?

If you realize it might be used against
him, why not?

Oh, look, fellas.

Wanda was a great -looking girl.

On a beach in that bikini?

Sure, I noticed her.

But what you're suggesting, it's
foolish.

Take a look in my office.

There are half a dozen girls in there.

Now, all I'd have to do is crook my...

Okay, Donna, let's go. Thank you.

Just one more question.

On the night that Wanda was murdered,
you did work late.

I believe I told you that.

And you reaffirm it now?

Yes. Okay, you worked late. You left the
office a little after eight. You

stopped for a quick martini. You got
home 8 .30, 8 .45.

You signed out of your building that
night at 6 .15.

Right. Building closes at 6. Anybody
who's in or out has to sign the book.

We checked.

Plus, of course, you changed your mind
and decided to work late.

Yes. I decided to work late.

Decided to have a drink.

So I signed out.

Had it at the dotted I right across the
street from the office.

Then when I got back to the building,
the security guard wasn't there. I guess

never did sign myself back in.

The guard was still out of the building.

Yes, I suppose he was.

Someone ought to fire that guard.

You know, it's funny. The impression he
gave me was that nobody got in or out of

that building without signing his book.
Maybe we ought to go and talk with him

again, huh?

Well, maybe we ought to go downtown and
continue this at my own pace.

thought maybe it was a good idea to go
over and pay a little visit to one.

I've been sitting on the floor