All language subtitles for Hawaii 5-O s09e16 Dealers Choice, Blackmail

Give me some 20s.

Hold it, police.
Everyone stay right where you are.

A police officer has been murdered.

Now, how would you like
to be included

in our list of accessories to murder?

You get me all of it,
the whole 10 grand.

This is your old friend,
the man who knew too much.

Give him the money, then kill him.

I think I know who the witness is.

- It's my brother, Mike.
McGARRETT: Better find him.

Whoever it is he's blackmailing
is gonna hit back and hit hard.

Time's up, kid.
You just ran out of cards.

Excuse me, sir,
your invitation, please?

Hey, Lisa, what's happening?

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Lisa.
You look just like... Excuse me.

[MOUTHS]
All right.

Give me some 20s.

I'm going for the bank.

Okay.

Take your positions but go very slow.

I don't want anybody leaking
through the crack.

Sergeant Tatupu to Central Dispatch.
Patch me through to McGarrett.

- McGarrett.
- Steve? Tatupu.

We got a tip on that new casino.
It's a brick mansion on Old Pali Road.

TATUPU [OVER RADIO]:
We're going in now.

Good, George, I'm on my way.

What gives, Steve?

You remember the, uh?

What was it, DeJulio...?

No, DiBlasio killing
a few months ago?

Was he the tourist who discovered
he couldn't just walk away

from his gambling debts?

Yeah, that's a nice way to put it.

Well, I think finally
we might have a handle

on the man running the action.

PALUA: Sammy.
- Yeah?

Dealer at Table 2
looks like he's got lead in his fingers.

- Get rid of him.
- I'll pull him right away.

- How's everything else?
- Couldn't be better.

JOEY: The number is six.
The number is six, everybody.

It's all in the roll, good people.
It's all in the roll.

- Six.
WOMAN: Oh.

Whoo! You got a winner here.

Hold it, police.
Everyone stay right where you are.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Grab that bag.

No, let's go out the back way,
the back way.

TATUPU:
Freeze.

Put your hands behind your head.

Hold it, hold it!

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[MOUTHS]
6B-4913.

McGARRETT:
Keoki?

Keoki?

- It's Steve.
- Steve?

Call Rose for me.

Tell her I...

I love her.

He's gone.

Twenty years on the force.

Twenty years without a scratch,
and to go out like that.

God.

- What have we got so far?
- Not enough, Steve.

Some maniac
trying to avoid getting busted.

We've got some work to do

before we can say
where the car came from.

- Is Che on his way out?
- Yeah.

- What about witnesses?
- Bart, what about witnesses?

One possible.

Sergeant Tatupu was walking over
to cuff him

just as I was walking up
to the house.

Kid in his 20s.
Medium build, dark hair.

- Get a look at his face?
- No.

Okay, Danno,
get a couple of H.P.D. Teams out here.

Cover the residences in the area.

See if you can come up with anything
on that witness or the car.

Chin, take that house apart.

Work with Che.

Let me know
if you come up with anything.

- Report to me as soon as possible.
- Okay.

[PLANE APPROACHING]

MAN 1: Thank you very much.
JED: Okay.

MAN 1: Thank you.
JED: Bye.

WOMAN:
Thank you, it was real fun.

MAN 2: Real fun.
JED: All right.

MAN 2:
Thank you.

Great.

JED: Hey, Stu.
STU: Hi.

- Any sign of Mike?
- Nope, not a word.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Wait a minute, there he is.

- I better get back to that engine.
- Yeah.

Hi.

Guess I blew it, huh?

Jed, I'm sorry, l...

Hey, sorry doesn't make it, Mike.
You know what I mean?

Something really important came up,
and l...

Look, you were scheduled
to fly that group this afternoon,

and you didn't show.

- Now, that's all there is to it.
- I won't make any excuses.

But I promise it won't happen again.

It can't happen again, man,

if we're gonna keep our heads
above water.

- Look, I depend on you.
- Yeah, I know. And I keep blowing it.

- Maybe we'd better call it quits.
- No, no, that's a cop-out.

Besides, how would you explain it
to your sister?

I mean, after the con job
she did on me

just to bring you in in the first place.

SANDl:
What do you mean, "con job"?

Explain what?

What is going on around here?

Um, just trying to keep this guy in line,
that's all.

SANDl:
Uh-huh. Ha, ha.

Listen, I got a call to make.
Be right back.

Have to skip the flying lesson today.
I've been called to work early.

- No sweat. Tomorrow?
- Okay, I'll call you.

Okay.

MIKE: Got yourself a good man there,
big sister.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, but listen, I am warning you,

as far as business is concerned,
he does not play favorites.

Oh, he's told you
I've been messing up?

He has not told me a thing.
But I've been picking up the vibes.

Are you in some kind of trouble,
Mike?

- You mean again, don't you?
- That is not what I mean.

I thought I told you,
my gambling days are over.

You worry about me too much,
you know that?

Hey, what is a big sister for?
Come here.

Okay, you call me, all right?

MIKE: Sandi?
- Yeah?

Uh...

Maybe if Jed isn't available next time,
I could give your flying lesson.

Let's plan on that.

Listen, if you need me,
you just pick up the telephone, okay?

WOMAN:
My man is dead?

George is gone?

I'm sorry, Rose.

I don't know
why these things happen.

He didn't even have to be working.

He was covering for a friend.

Did it happen quickly?

Yes.

- Yes.
- Thank God for that.

If there's anything I can do
for you or the kids,

let me know, Rose.

Thank you, Steve. I'll be all right.

[SOBBING]

I loved him so much, Steve.

I know, and it was returned.

That was the last thing he said.

"Tell Rose I love her."

He was the best among men.

The best.

If you need anything,
you know where I am.

I have to go now.

[SPEAKS IN HAWAllAN]

Take care.

[SPEAKS IN HAWAllAN]

[SPEAKS IN HAWAllAN]

Aloha.

Someone had to tip off the police.

SAMMY: I can't understand it.
We never had problems before.

We've never had to kill a cop, either.
That makes us hot, very hot.

All right,
we're gonna shut down everything.

Honolulu, Maui, the Big Island.

Nobody sees green felt
until this thing cools down.

- Okay, I'll get right on it.
PALUA: Hold it, Sammy.

- That's for you.
SAMMY: What's this for?

You're gonna disappear for a while.

Then you'll start a new life
in Las Vegas.

Vegas? But why?

Just because we had bad luck,
I don't see...

Sammy, you were sitting in the car,
right next to me.

- You think I'd finger you?
- I'm just playing the percentages.

What you're saying
is you don't trust me.

My friend Lou Walsh will meet you
at the airport in Vegas.

He's gonna call me
as soon as you make contact.

If you cooperate, this could be
a hell of a good move for you.

But if you get out of line,

he's got some
pretty specific instructions

on how to handle the situation.

You understand?

Hey, look, Mr. Palua,
I give you my word...

Aloha, Sammy.

McGARRETT: We're almost positive
the hit-and-run vehicle

came from the garage here.

Now, there's a door here
leading into the garden

from what we're calling
the back room.

The people who were here
at the time of the raid

probably escaped
by running around the house

and getting in the car here.

Sergeant Tatupu tried
to intercept here, and, uh...

You all know the rest.

- Anything from the lab on that room?
- Negative.

Then the only line
we have on the car

is from a pedestrian two blocks away
who saw a black luxury sedan

speeding down the Pali Highway
around the time of the raid.

- What about that witness?
- Nothing.

H.P.D. Teams questioned everybody
in the neighborhood.

DUKE:
It doesn't get any better, Steve.

We ran a check on the house.

It's owned by a California developer

who rents it to vacationers
on a short-term basis.

- We have the name of the lessee.
- Let me guess. It's a phony.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Duke, start running a check

on all the dealers
picked up at that raid.

And get a copy of this invitation
to every printer on the island.

They probably printed it themselves,
but you can never tell.

Danno, what about the source
of these invitations? Any luck?

Seems the tourists get them
from bartenders,

cocktail waitresses
in various hotels and nightclubs.

Got a couple of H.P.D. Teams
pounding the pavements right now.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes?

SECRETARY [OVER INTERCOM]:
The officer you sent for is here.

Thank you.

SANDl:
Good morning, sir.

McGARRETT:
Good morning.

A police officer
was murdered yesterday,

a good friend of mine.

McGARRETT:
That's where we are now.

All the witnesses have been
interviewed except the ladies.

That's where you come in.

Some of them are scared,
some of them are hostile.

Either way, questioning them
is gonna require a certain finesse.

I think I should take that
as a compliment.

Yeah, that's a good guess.

Remember,
a vital witness is missing.

If anyone saw him
or can help us locate him,

we'd be well ahead of the game.

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way,

how are you coming
with your flying lessons?

- How did you know about that?
- I never divulge a source.

- Hi, kid.
- Hey, Willy. What are you doing here?

What do you mean,
what am I doing here?

You didn't show this morning.

Why?

I got busy, couldn't get away.

You know how it is
with us working men.

- Where's the 10 grand?
- Willy, I was so close.

I had this roll going
you wouldn't believe.

Then the roof fell in.

The place got raided.
It was crawling with co...

Look, I'll get you a payment
by the end of the week.

You'll get me all of it,
the whole 10 grand.

Heh, you gotta be kidding.
There's no way I can raise that much.

Mike, I like you. You're a nice kid.

You got 48 hours.

Yeah, well,
what if I can't get it together?

Then I make sure
you never hold another pair of dice

the rest of your life.

I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, hey. I got a job to do.

Right.

I got people I gotta answer to.
You understand me?

Look, my husband and I
are here on vacation,

and there's only a few days left.

So if there's a fine or something,

why don't you just let me pay it
and I'll be on my way?

I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.

You see, a police officer
has been killed.

Oh. Well, um, I'm, uh...

I'm sorry, but really, I don't see
what that has to do with me.

So why can't you just let me
pay my fine?

[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.

Officer Welles.

- Hi, Officer Welles.
SANDI [OVER PHONE]: Oh, Mike, hi.

- You very busy?
- Well, uh, kind of. What's up?

MIKE [OVER PHONE]:
I got a favor to ask.

Some klutz just ran into a trailerload
of parts I was hauling for Jed.

Didn't even stop.
Some of the parts got damaged and...

Uh, Mike, listen,
I'm really up to my ears right now.

Let me give you a number you can call
to report it.

No, I got a license number.

Uh, I was hoping
you might get me a name.

It would be less hassle
if I could settle it on my own.

Mike, I don't know.

MIKE: Look, I wouldn't ask you
if we weren't so tight on cash.

If I can nail this guy,
it would sure be a help.

Okay, Mike, just this once.
What's the number?

"6B-4913."

If you wanna hold,

I'll call the Auto Registration Division
right now and get the name.

MIKE:
That would be great.

Hello, Harry,
can you give me a quick make

on "6-Bravo-4913"?

[FINGERS SNAP]

Ah.

Surf and Sand International.

Great.

See you later, San.

I'm admitting I ran the crap table,
and that's all you're gonna get.

- Not very smart, Joey.
- Yeah?

Well, my lawyer says I don't have
to play answer man for you guys.

- He says I've got my rights.
- Rights?

Your lawyer has been trying to make
some deal with the district attorney.

And I guarantee you
there will be no plea bargaining

unless you come up
with some answers.

Maybe you're forgetting,
you're in violation of your parole.

- I'm not forgetting.
- All right, who hired you?

A voice on a telephone.

Listen, pal, and listen well.

A police officer has been murdered.

Now, how would you like
to be included

in our list of accessories to murder?

Murder one.

All right.

The guy's name was Crane.

Sammy Crane.

Was he the one
working the back room?

No. He was on the floor.

Somebody else was running it
from upstairs.

- Who was that?
- I don't know.

I never heard a name.
I never saw a face. That's straight.

It better be.

All right, Danno.

See what we can come up with
on Sammy Crane.

And don't leave town.

[SIGHS]

- This has to get out tonight.
- Yes, Mr. Palua.

- Surf and Sand International.
- Victor Palua, please?

SECRETARY [OVER PHONE]:
Who's calling?

Just tell him
it's about the accident yesterday.

Accident? Uh, one moment.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yeah?
SECRETARY: Mr. Palua,

there's a man on the phone
who won't give his name.

SECRETARY:
He mentioned an accident yesterday.

I'll talk to him.

Yeah, Victor Palua, may I help you?

A better question would be,
"How much do you want?"

What?

MIKE [OVER PHONE]:
I know your secret, Mr. Palua.

I know your secret.

Who is this?

Just someone
who was passing by the brick mansion

on the Old Pali Road yesterday.

Saw you run over that cop, that's all.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Then you'd have no objection
if I reported what I saw to the police.

MIKE: By the way,
who was that man sitting next to you?

- What do you want?
- Ten thousand dollars.

No bills larger than 20s.

When and where?

MIKE: The old airstrip at Kapaleelee
in two hours sharp.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Now, you listen to me.

Hello?

TANAKA:
Well, what are we gonna do?

Give him the money.

Then kill him.

DANNY: Convictions for assault,
armed robbery.

Two arrests,
but no convictions for murder.

All that up to age 30.

After that, it's been downhill all the way
except the two years he spent here.

Which probably means Sammy
has been under someone's wing,

someone such as our mystery man
in the back room maybe.

Looks now, though, like he might have
gotten kicked out of the nest.

I talked to his landlord.

He moved out this morning
and left no forwarding address.

Oh, by the way, I checked
with Motor Vehicle Registration.

He doesn't own
a black luxury sedan.

But still, he could have been driving
a black luxury sedan, couldn't he?

Or he could've been a passenger.

Either way, he'd be a deadly liability
to the head honcho.

Yeah. And front men
are easy to replace.

So maybe exit one Sammy Crane.
Where does that leave us?

Depends on how well Sammy Crane
covered his tracks, Danno.

Let's get out an APB anyway,
see what we can come up with.

Right.

[PLANE DRONING]

Okay, partner,
climb in and we'll be on our way.

TANAKA:
What do you mean, get in?

Man said to give you this.
The instructions are inside.

- What man was that?
- I don't know.

He called
and said he'd pay me five bills

if I'd pick you up
and take you wherever you wanna go.

He left the money in my mailbox.
I never saw him.

You know where Waipahu is?

Sure, but there's no place
to land a plane out there.

Doesn't matter, just fly there.
I'll take care of the rest, okay?

You setting up housekeeping
in here or what?

- What are you doing here?
- You forgot.

Lunch. We were supposed to have...
Oh, Jed, I'm sorry.

No problem.
What are you working on?

- I don't know.
- Sounds fascinating.

Willy Vance. Willy Vance.
That's the man from the airport.

- Somebody I ought to know?
- Not if you can help it.

- Where's Mike?
- He's on a job.

- Why?
- Never mind.

I'll explain to you
on the way down to R&I. Come on.

Okay, taking her down.

Hey, turn around, turn around.
Take it back down, quick.

Come on, come on. Now.

- What is this, some kind of game?
- Oh.

Will you shut up?

Did you at least
get a good look at him?

TANAKA: Sure, I saw him,
from about a thousand feet.

No way was I gonna get a look
at his face.

The guy had a foolproof plan,
and that's all there is to it.

Maybe, maybe not. I don't like it.

It's too pat.

You know, this kid in the plane,

why would this blackmailer
have so much trust in him?

Well, why shouldn't he?

If something went wrong,
he's still got his ace in the hole.

All he'd have to do is call
and make another demand.

It's still possible he knows more
than he's telling.

Now, you keep an eye on him.

Find out who his friends are,
if he's doing any big spending.

I don't like it.

STU: Here, there you go.
- All right.

Yeah, hey, I gotta admit, Mike,
I'm curious,

what's inside the bag, anyhow?

- Money. What else?
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Sure. Big secret, huh?

Yeah, you help me keep it that way,
okay, Stu?

- Yeah, sure.
- Okay.

- See you later.
- Bye-bye.

MIKE: Hey, what's happening?
- Hi, Mike.

What is this?
What's the matter with you two?

You remember when I asked you
if you were in some kind of trouble?

Yeah, and I remember my answer.
A shot out of my paranoid past. So?

So I'm thinking maybe your
paranoid past is catching up with you.

Or maybe it's that you never
left it behind in the first place.

[SCOFFS]

You know,
ever since she's become a cop,

I have trouble understanding her.

- Do you have that problem?
- No. But that's because I listen to her.

I think it's about time
you start doing the same.

- Sandi, what the hell did you...?
- I wanna talk about Willy Vance.

- Who?
- Oh, come on, Mike.

I was here the other day, I saw him.
That was no coincidence, was it?

I want it all.
Right from the beginning.

Yeah, Sammy used to stay with me
once in a while. So?

Did he ever discuss his business
affairs or who he worked for?

No. He always had a roll, though.

Ha, ha. We used to have
some pretty good times.

Well, did he tell you
why he left town?

Look, you guys,
Sammy wasn't a talker, you know?

I felt lucky
if I got two words from him.

Did you ever take any messages
for him?

No.

But if he stayed with you,
how did people stay in contact?

Look at this face.

You see how the top half lines up
with the bottom?

I wanna make sure it stays that way.
Do you know what I mean?

Look, Ellie,
we'll be very, very careful.

Where'd he get his messages?

From a guy named Pat
at the Kapi'olani Parking Garage.

It just happened, that's all.
A game here, a few markers there.

I begged and borrowed
from everywhere I could,

but I never was able
to get all the way back.

I wasn't about to go to you,
so I went to Willy Vance,

the smiling barracuda
with money to loan.

At 25-percent interest.

Yeah, per week.
Let me tell you, it adds up.

How much is the tab right now?

- Ten thousand.
- Dollars?

Look, Sandi,
this time I've got it covered.

As a matter of fact,
I'm taking it to him today at 2:00.

If you're as broke
as you said you were,

where did you come up
with all that money all of a sudden?

- I was lucky in a card game.
- Oh, Mike.

After 2:00 today,
it's a brand-new ball game.

I'm hanging it up, no more gambling.

I don't think you can stop.
I think you're hooked.

Hey, you're wrong, okay?
That's it. End of subject.

Michael, if we cannot talk
to each other, where are we?

Oh, we are talking, and I'm listening.

I don't happen to agree with you,
that's all.

Now, I said I was gonna quit.
Doesn't that satisfy you?

I don't want you to do anything
to satisfy me.

You have to do it for yourself.

And sometimes that is
the hardest thing in the world to do,

and sometimes you need help.

I hear what you're saying,

but I'd like to try it
on my own first, okay?

Okay. Uh...
Where are you gonna meet Vance?

[SIGHS]

Kapi'olani Park. Why?

After you see him,
I want you to call me.

I wanna make sure
that you're safe and sound.

You'll hear from me.

Sammy? Sure, I took calls for him
once in a while.

- Anybody ever leave a name?
- No, no names.

Most of the time, the messages
were short and sweet, like,

"Tell Sammy to be there at 6."
Stuff like that.

You said most of the time.
What about exceptions?

Uh, just one.
There was a wahine, and she...

Boy, she'd talk a blue streak
every time she calls.

Gets to be a hassle, you know,
what with the customers and all.

- Well, what does she talk about?
- Real estate.

She's tried to sell me everything
from a Kahala condominium

to one porno house on Hotel Street.

Know what she was talking
to Sammy about?

No. But you know,
I sure wish I could get a hold of him.

Because the wahine been driving me
crazy the last couple of days.

Like for instance, this morning
she's moving her office, see?

And she wanted to make sure
that Sammy got her new number.

- You got the number handy?
- Sure.

- Oh, right here.
- Let's see.

Okay. Thanks, bro.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Joe, what's happening?

John, looks nice.

Rodney.

[WHISTLES]

Well, C.J., looks like
you got a live one today.

Yeah, but too rich for you, buddy.

This is strictly high stakes
and no credit.

Who needs credit?

Deal them down, boys.
I'm in a hurry.

McGARRETT:
Come on in, Duke. Anything new?

- Any leads?
- Nothing that's gonna do us any good.

By the way, Steve, Las Vegas Police
picked up Sammy Crane this morning.

- But he's not talking, right?
- Right.

Looks like we're gonna have to go
through the back door all the way.

Yeah, that's the frustrating part.
We shouldn't have to.

- You mean the missing witness?
- Yeah.

He would have come forward by now
if he was going to.

Unless he had a very good reason
for keeping quiet.

Steve, we traced down
that phone number.

Better hold on to your seat.
It belongs to Marge Clayton.

Marge?

What's that old madam doing
in the real-estate business?

Well, we'll soon find out.
Officer Welles is tracking her down.

Wanna see Marge alone, Steve?
Hmm? Ha, ha. Or...

DANNY & DUKE: Ha-ha-ha.
- Or what?

Watch out, Danno,
or I'll wish her on you.

Call.

MAN:
All blue, kid.

- You in?
- You bet.

No, he's not.

Time's up, kid.
You just ran out of cards.

[MIKE GRUNTING]

MIKE:
Willy. Willy, listen to me a second.

- Willy, hold on, will you?
- We're done talking.

You understand?
You understand me?

Hear me out.
Just hear me out, man.

I can get it all plus 10 grand.
That's double.

Now, think about it, Willy.
Look, look, you know that cop?

You know that cop who got killed
at the Old Pali Road?

I know who did it.

The guy paid me to keep quiet.
He'll pay me again.

Twenty thousand dollars, Willy.

What makes you so sure?
What makes you so sure?

Because he's got a lot to lose.

He runs this big fancy
tourist agency downtown,

the Surf and Sand International.

His name's Victor Palua.

- You can check it out.
- Twenty thousand, huh?

- When can you get it?
- By tomorrow morning, man.

Okay, but you better
not be lying to me.

I won't, you can...
I'll get it to you, Willy. Just trust me.

But the last straw
was when my girls formed a union.

A union. Can you imagine?
After all I've done for them.

That was very inconsiderate of them.

Damn right it was inconsiderate.
Drove me right out of the business.

So I had to find a new hustle,
know what I mean?

I tried foreclosures for a while,
but I'm too soft.

We were talking about Sammy Crane,
remember?

Oh, yeah, Sammy.

Oh, I was just a go-between for him.

I'd line up the joints,

fancy summer homes
owned by out-of-towners,

and then I'd get the key
from the rental agent,

give it to Sammy.

From there on,
he'd get his boss's approval.

And if they liked the place,
Sammy would pay you commission?

Right, plus a bonus
for keeping my mouth shut.

So Sammy's face
was the only one anybody sees.

Very neat.

What happened
if they didn't like the home?

Did Sammy return the keys
personally?

That's right, or he'd have it delivered
by some kid in a van.

Anything special about the van?
Any signs or any markings?

There was something written
on the side.

It was, uh,

Surf and Sand International,
some kind of a tourist agency.

Surf and Sand? You're sure?

Well, I've got to go now.

Here come my marks...

I mean my clients... Now, ha, ha.

SANDl:
Mr. McGarrett,

that witness at the scene
of Sergeant Tatupu's murder,

he was in his 20s
with brown hair, right?

Right, and medium build. Why?

Oh, nothing.
I just wanted to make sure.

- Check with me later, please.
SANDl: Right.

[RINGS]

Pan-lsland Tours.

SANDI [OVER PHONE]: Jed.
- Sandi, hi.

Jed, um, Mike called me yesterday.

He told me he was hauling
some equipment for you

and somebody ran into him.

SANDI [OVER PHONE]:
He wanted to get a number.

Whoa, wait a minute, back up.

I don't know anything
about any equipment.

SANDl: You don't?
- No.

JED: What's he up to?
- Is Mike there now?

No, he's, uh, not due here
for another hour.

Well, listen, if you hear from him,
will you have him call me?

And don't mention anything
about this conversation.

- I'll explain it to you later, okay?
JED: Okay.

Jenny, take a letter, please.
Commissioner Brian Slevin,

Hong Kong Police.
Dear commissioner...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

- Mr. McGarrett?
- Yes, what can I do for you?

Uh, I don't quite know
how to tell you this, Mr. McGarrett,

but, uh, I think I know
who the witness is.

Oh?

It's my brother, Mike.

Your brother?

Yes, sir.

Sit down, please.

[PHONE RINGS]

Surf and Sand International.

MIKE [OVER PHONE]:
Victor Palua, please.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yeah?
MIKE [OVER PHONE]: Hi, Vicky baby.

This is your old friend,
the man who knew too much.

Wanna go around again?

Uh, listen, friend, you're not squeezing
another dime out of me.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You must wanna see your picture
in the papers real bad.

Let's see, if I hurry,
you might just make the 6:00 news.

- Okay, okay.
- Good.

This time we double it, 20,000.

You meet the kid with the airplane
in two hours.

- Where?
MIKE: The old airstrip at Kapaleelee.

Right, we'll be there.

Thanks, Willy. Appreciate it very much.
How much did you say he owes you?

Ten thousand.

Ten thousand.

[DRAWER OPENS]

Okay.

Here's, uh, 4-, 6-, 7...

Ten thousand.

And here's a little extra
for your trouble.

Thanks, I don't want no bonus.
Not for this.

Suit yourself.

Do me a favor, huh?

Before you hit him,

tell him Willy's sorry.

Huh?

Oh, my, my, my.

A loan shark with a conscience.

How touching.

Make sure he doesn't get
any second thoughts, huh?

I don't need any more loose strings.

SANDl: When he asked for a name
to go with the license number,

his damaged-equipment story
sounded so reasonable.

He conned me
into bending the rules, Mr. McGarrett.

There's no excuse.
I know I was wrong.

But I never thought he'd use it
for extortion.

Gambling is a disease
just as chronic as alcoholism,

and the only way to heal it
is through professional help.

I guess I've been protecting him
most of his life.

But that isn't really
what Mike needed, is it?

It's so much easier to let things slide
than to meet them head on.

Never works.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know.

He was supposed to call me
after he dropped the money off.

But that was hours ago.

Better find him.

Whoever it is he's blackmailing
is gonna hit back and hit hard.

I'll start with his house.

Chin, get me an address
on Willy Vance.

Pick him up right away, top priority.

[ENGINE STARTS]

SANDl:
Mike? Mike, are you...?

MIKE:
Dear Sandi,

I don't know exactly
why I'm writing this or how to begin.

First off, I realized you were right.
I am hooked on gambling.

I've been doing some rotten things,
things I'm ashamed of,

all because of my habit.

I'm gonna split for a while,
try to sort things out.

Sandi, one thing I promise,

I will come back
to face what I've done.

Maybe then I can start facing myself.
Love, Mike.

Sandi. What's wrong?

Come on, what is it?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah, what...?

- Hey, what's happening?
- Back up.

- Back up.
- What are you doing, Jimmy? All right.

- In there.
- Okay, okay.

- Now.
- Okay, I'm going.

- Move.
- I'm moving.

All right, hold it.

Against the wall. Spread them.

We'll need you to sign a complaint.

You got it, mister.

McGarrett to Officer Welles.

McGARRETT [OVER RADIO]:
McGarrett to Officer Welles.

McGarrett to Officer Welles.

This is Officer Welles. Go ahead.

- Have you located your brother?
SANDI [OVER RADIO]: No.

I tried to catch him,
but he has got another scheme going.

Yeah, well, his scheme
is a second blackmail attempt.

McGARRETT: Two of my men
just got it from Willy Vance.

They also learned the pickup point,
the old landing strip at Kapaleelee.

Only this time,
Mike is walking into a trap.

Well, Jed told me he took the plane.
He must already be on his way.

Well, we've got to get there
before he does.

Hold it.

Freeze.

Drop it. Drop it.

Take him, Danno.

Book him, Danno.

Mr. McGarrett.
Where's Mike? Is he safe?

Yeah, he's safe.
Unfortunately, he chose to run away.

His only real chance now
is to come in and testify on his own.

He'll come back, he has to.

Let's hope he's smart enough
to realize that.

Looks like he already has.

You see? I knew he'd come back.

You'd better get him
some professional help.

He's gonna need it.

- Bring him in.
- Yes, sir.

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