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Hey,

you forgot your dime.

All right, boys, it's time to weigh in.

As I call your name, you'll step on the scale.

Robbie Davis.

Robbie Davis, up on the scale, please.

Davis,

181 and a half.

Marty Malama.

Malama, 190.

Let me go.

Good.

Somebody get him out of here, huh?

Willie, come

on,

you talk to the kid later. Thanks a lot.

Thanks a lot, sir. Best of luck.

Feeling good, baby?

Yeah. That's it.

Loosen up.

Loosen up.

That's right, baby.

Mr. Edmonds?

McGarrett, go away.

You know, I expected dancing girls, flowers, a kiss on the cheek,

and all I get is a cup.

How long do you plan to be here?

Well, that doesn't sound friendly.

I came here with some sun and some broads, and as soon as I get my fill,

I'll... In the future, let me suggest you find your action in Detroit and use

a sun lamp.

Now, the fighter who got slugged last night is your boy, isn't he?

Wrong.

You know nobody with a record can handle a fighter.

Boxing commissions get very uptight about that.

Come on, Edmonds, don't con me. The manager of record.

Yes, I know who the manager of record is. I also know that Davis is your boy.

Now, is that why you're here?

A piece of merchandise gets damaged.

A man likes to know what happened, that's all.

Okay, if that's all.

But let me give you some advice.

Don't even spit on the sidewalk.

Dig?

I just want to say it once more, Doctor. If there's a question of money... I

understand.

But I'm afraid it's not a matter of money.

Aside from the smashed fingers, every bone in the metacarpus... English,

doctor. Speak English.

Please.

The entire hand was virtually destroyed.

Fingers, knuckles, wrist.

So, fighters get broken hands.

So his hand is broken. All right.

So he lays off for a while.

Six months?

How long?

A year? How long?

We can rebuild the hand. It'll take time.

We can even make it functional again.

For as long as it takes and as much money as it takes, do it.

Functional. We can restore the hand.

But as for boxing again, no, Mr. Edmonds.

Are you trying to tell me that Robbie won't fight again?

That's exactly what I am telling you.

Well, then get this quack out of here and get me another doctor.

I've consulted with Dr. Nash at the university.

He's one of the world's foremost authorities.

All right, quack.

Let's hear it from him.

As you wish.

You'll fight again, kid.

No matter what they say, these doctors, I say you'll fight again.

I told you to take care of him.

Take care of him!

Matty, there was no way.

We pick a trial horse.

We send... Robbie here for some batting practice before that big one in Miami.

There was no chance he could lose. He didn't lose.

Some crazy, punchy... No way that he could lose.

And after Miami, I had him booked into the garden. Do you know that? Do you

know that?

The garden.

And then maybe, just maybe, a title shot.

And you let this happen to him.

No, Matty. You! You!

I want Willie Stone.

I can't help you. I want him, and I want him fast.

Look, Mr. Evans, I'm sorry about your boy, but I got my own problems.

It's just that there's a lot of heat on my business.

Plenty of heat.

Anyways, what makes you think I can turn up this Willie character when the whole

HPD can't flush him?

Because I know that you can look into rat holes that the cops don't know

about.

I'd like to do you a favor, Mr. Evans, but it's... Do yourself a favor.

Do your business a favor.

An independent contractor like you, it doesn't hurt to have a friend in the

right place.

Whatever I can do to help, Mr. Evans.

I don't want him touched.

Remember that.

Just finger him for me.

I'll take it from there.

I'll do my best.

You'll mention my name to your people back in Detroit, won't you?

Oh, yes.

I'll tell them we have a big friend in the island.

There's a thousand in it for the guy who makes the tip.

And when he dies, there's a thousand more for you.

Don't disappoint me.

Just picked up on something good.

Steve, out of here.

The word's out, Steve.

1,000 for Willie Stone's room number.

HPD got anything new on him?

Last I heard, there's a red light pickup on him. No help, like the rocks

swallowed him up.

Chin, how about the book on Willie Stone?

Who handled him, background, where he eats, sleeps, everything, the book.

It would shell out 1,000 for Willie Stone.

Only one man.

You think Edmunds ordered a hit?

I'd bet on it.

Phone Detroit police.

Tell them I want a picture of every known syndicate soldier in the area and

tell them I want it fast.

Could be we better put a tail on Edmonds.

Yeah, go.

Hey, Conor, press it.

It's a race.

If Edmonds gets to Willie before we do, we'll never find the answer.

Just a corpse.

I don't know where the area code is, operator.

It is in Detroit.

D as in Detroit.

And the number is 724-4080. The circuits are busy, sir. If you'll hang up, I'll

ring you.

What are you looking at?

Crazy.

You're going crazy. Shut up.

Crazy. Shut your trap.

Shut up.

Pictures, stories of every fight here.

Do you remember the Eddie Troy fight?

You know, I remember. What? The greatest thing I ever saw.

The way that kid could hit, hmm?

The way he moved.

We both knew that Robbie had the stuff then, didn't we?

That kid looked mighty good that night. Mighty good? He looked mighty good.

Just good, huh?

The greatest and sweetest prospect you've ever seen.

You couldn't thank me enough when I turned Robbie over to you. And I said to

you, I said to you, don't thank me. Just manage him for me. Make him a champ.

Teach him.

And we would have made it too, that kid.

Maybe. Maybe we would have made it.

Maybe. Maybe Robbie would have busted his mitts on somebody else's skull.

Or run into a left hook that rips a rat nut loose. What would have happened in

the ring?

There would have been God or whomever saying, this is how it ends for you,

kid. This is where it ends for you.

But to have some crazy, some punch-drunk nut

come into a dressing room and then pick up some wrench and...

No, Cal.

I won't live with that.

I can't live with it.

So you call Detroit.

You send for a soldier.

Matt, that's crazy.

The big guys, you know how they operate. That's your league.

Drop it, Carl.

They'll never okay the contract.

You don't hit guys like Woolley.

Beat up on him like you did Robbie, but a hit...

Think. Feed up on Willie.

Pay for a hit if you have to.

But later.

Quiet. On your own.

Don't pull a soldier out of Detroit.

Don't involve the syndicate.

Ready on your call to Detroit, sir.

We'll find ourselves another boy.

There's this kid out of Philly.

Big, fast, green, but I can teach him.

Sir, I...

Hang up.

Hang up, Matty.

Please.

Matty? Hi.

I run into a small problem here.

I think you can help me solve it for me.

As for the book, I didn't expect Garland to win.

Well, Willie's had over 20 fights here on the island.

He's lived here the past 12 years.

Collect a lot of friends.

And not one of them knows where he's holed up.

Well, if they know, they're not telling. At least not to me.

Well, there's one ray of hope.

At least no one has sold him out yet for the thousand.

Hey, Garrett.

Yeah.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Get over to the Carla Hilton. Your switchboard contact made a connection.

I copied it down in short. I'm afraid it doesn't make much sense.

Read it.

First, Mr. Edmund. Quote.

I ran into a small problem here. I think you can help me.

No help.

Excuse me, I think you can help solve it for me, is the way it should be.

What next?

Well, then the party on the other end.

Detroit? Yeah.

The party in Detroit replied, price.

Edmund said, ten big ones.

It's worth ten.

And the party in Detroit said, deal.

Well, that was all.

That's enough.

Thank you.

Since you didn't come up with any action, I had to get one of my own.

All right, sweetie.

See you later.

I'll see you later.

It would be very stupid to put out a contract on Willie Stone, wouldn't it?

Yep.

It would be real stupid.

Then you're not a stupid man yet who did it.

Why is that, Mr. Evans?

You know, you're blocking my view.

Guys in the fight game sometimes say, I'd give anything, I'd give my life to

handle a champ.

You ever say that?

Sure I said it, sure I said it.

But hit that punchy, a guy who doesn't even know what day of the week it is, He

doesn't even know his own name.

That would be a real crazy man.

And you're still blocking my view.

Let me make you a promise.

Anything happens to Willie Stone, anything, and it'll be a long time

before you get back to Detroit.

Get out the street.

There's a back door. Use it on your way out.

I'm hungry, Mama.

Could I have a bag of food?

No.

Okay, then I go.

Why'd you do it, Willie?

They say he was a nice boy.

They say you don't even know him.

Why'd you have to go and... Oh, weed.

That white bread ain't no good for you. A trainer told me that.

You don't go in that boy's dressing room.

He busts his hands.

Not for no reason.

I know you, Willie.

Willie, did somebody pay you?

You say you know me?

And you think I can do a thing like that for money?

I'll pay you back, Mama.

Detroit PD.

Just got here.

Take the first watch at the airport and make copies of these for HPD airport

detail.

Dana will spell you in four hours.

Chin will take the next watch.

Cover every flight that comes in from Chicago and Detroit.

number seven arriving at gate 12 from Chicago.

United Airlines flight six arriving at gate four from Chicago.

Airways flight 5 arriving at gate 15 from Detroit.

Mr. Edmonds, I'm here.

Hello, Steve.

That 4 p.m. flight, Detroit?

No help.

All right, Kono. Come on in.

We missed him. There's a soldier on the rock.

uh

Thank you.

What do you got down?

Famous fight of the century. Willie Stone versus somebody, as far as I can

tell. Set up the projector. We'll take a look at it.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Chin.

Yeah, good.

Good. Sit tight.

Donna will meet you there.

Jen's got a lead on Willie. Here's the address. Go.

Hello,

Mama.

What's the rap?

Selling salami without a license?

But somebody saw Willie Stone walk out of here with a bag of food, Mama.

Somebody? A friend of his.

Somebody who wants to see Willie live to have his day in court.

Is there any law against giving an old customer and friend a bag of food?

Where was he headed?

He never say.

Take a guess.

You're his friend.

Where would he go?

Willie has a thousand friends on this island.

And every one of them should be praying that we find him. Before they do.

That's talk, talk.

Why would anyone want to hurt a poor man like Willie?

Talk, foolish talk. That don't make sense.

Mama, the word is out.

You know it, and I know it. We have reasons to believe there's a man from

Detroit here, right now, to kill Willie.

And he's got an advantage over us.

Because there's someone offering $1,000 for the tip leading to Willie.

If you tell us where he is, all we can do is give you our thanks.

Thanks for saving Willie's life.

On Britannia, there's a lady that runs a bar.

We thought it would be better if you handled this, Steve. You know her. We

barge in on her, she might think we're leaning on her.

Okay.

Dano, you get the back.

Chin, you stay out front.

Hello, Meg.

Want a drink?

Pass.

Where is he?

Listen, honey.

Let's not try to con each other, huh?

You know why I'm here. Both of us know if I don't get to Willie first, he's

pow.

He's scared, Steve.

He never comes to me anymore unless he's scared.

At first, he couldn't understand it.

Couldn't understand why anybody would want to kill him for what he did.

But now, now he knows, and he's scared.

Where is he?

He was something special, really special.

Willie, I know you're down.

So let's not play games.

We don't want to bust up May's liquor supply, do we?

Why not?

The kind of friend she'd turn out to be.

Best

kind,

Willie.

On those streets up there, you're a dead man.

I'd just soon be dead as locked up in jail.

Why? Why did you do it? I just had to. I had to.

Well, you knew it had to cost you.

I wasn't thinking about that.

What were you thinking about?

I just knew when I seen him. I just knew I had to do it. I had to.

You ain't put me in no handcuffs. No.

No handcuffs.

I did it for that kid.

You did it for Robbie?

He copped that in my favor, won't he, Mr. McGee?

Well, you get a fair try, Willie.

What if they don't understand?

What if they put me in jail?

What if they put me in jail? Put me behind those bars?

No, no.

Willie! Willie, what happened?

You should have told him I was down here. Willie, wait!

As John says to me.

Luella. Shut up. She says.

Say now, just because you're, you know. I said shut up.

Come on.

Now run.

I said run.

Pass that black man and keep running. What's the matter with you? You're nuts.

I said run.

Luella!

Wait, wait a minute.

Just wait a minute, please.

Women.

Yes?

Right, right.

You sure now?

Good, very good.

Listen, you made yourself a thousand, friend.

He's been fingered, so let's move.

Later, man.

You think he's just going to sit there?

I don't know what he's going to do.

And I'm going to finish taking in the sun.

And then I'm going to take a hot shower, get dressed, a

few martinis, steak.

Get him off me. Get him off. We don't even know each other, you dig?

If you want it done now, you do it.

You pay me for the hit, and it's my thing.

And nobody tells me when or how to do my thing.

All right.

Do it your way.

You do your thing.

You got any ideas?

I got an instinct.

See, the man's tired of running.

He's like an animal. He's trapped, dangerous, ready to strike back.

So we let him sit and sweat.

An hour, maybe two.

Until, like, inside...

He's just aching for somebody to come and get him.

There won't be anybody here till Monday.

You can come out, Willie.

There's a couch in Mr. Fuller's office.

Sleep on the mat.

I'm locking up.

You're going to be all right.

I'll bring you some grub in the morning.

You ought to give yourself up, Willie.

I know.

Willie had it all.

Box, punch, beautiful.

Yeah, he was young and he was beautiful.

And now poor Willie's walking on his heels.

Hey, Gary.

Yeah, good, good. Kono, stay on his tail. Get HPD to keep their prowl cars

out of the area.

We'll keep in contact.

Edmund's just left the hotel alone.

Let's go.

Let's go, Dad.

He just picked up a kid, a hitchhiker, heading Diamond Head on Dade Street.

Hitchhiker? That doesn't figure.

You're right.

Edmunds just picked himself up a soldier.

Looks like we got ourselves a tail.

There are a couple of dozen cars back there. One

black sedan and it just won't quit.

5-0 calling central dispatch.

Calling central dispatch.

Thank you.

You come to kill me?

You know it, Willie.

You should have known it when you busted the kid's hands.

Why did you do it, Willie? Why did you do it?

I had to. I just had to.

Talk.

Maybe there's still time. Maybe you can talk yourself out of it, so talk.

I never meant to harm that boy.

You killed him.

No.

No. You killed him.

What is Robbie Davis without his hands?

When you busted his hands, you killed him. No.

There's more to a man than his hands.

There's more to a man than he can fight. There's more. There's got to be more.

Come on, man. Let's get it over with. Shut up.

Talk, you stupid punchy. Talk. Make sense.

I love Robbie Davis.

Loved.

What in the hell are you babbling about?

Loved. You never met him. I seen him fight on the TV once. I saw him.

And he couldn't have made it. He couldn't have made it.

Robbie had class.

He could hit.

He had the punches.

He had the moves.

Who are you to say he couldn't make it? I seen it.

I seen it.

He got hit.

His legs.

They lose that hippity hop.

He was flown only twice.

And each time, he got up.

Time and time.

Till he meets a puncher.

And through that, that good right cross.

He lose that hippity hop.

His legs, they turn to jelly. He can't move.

Can't see those right hands and the left hook.

You can see him coming, but the legs

ain't got no hippity hop.

Sooner or later, he keep getting tagged on the head with them punches.

He keep getting tagged and tagged and tagged!

Shut up! Shut up!

Robbie, everybody said it.

He could have been the champ!

yours.

The contract was always on you, always.

You should have known your operation.

You take out a contract on a punk like Willie, the boys back in Detroit,

they just gotta think you're flipping out.

That makes you unreliable.

Don't sweat it, Willie.

I don't kill anybody unless I get paid for it.

I tried to explain it.

I did it for him, for Robbie.

I did it for him.

I didn't do nothing to him, Mr. McGarrett.

I'll call a medical examiner. John, get an ambulance.

Okay, Willie.

Okay.

I did it.

Did what, Willie?

Busted up a kid's hand to keep from getting his head busted up like mine.

Robert would have ended up just like me.

Just like me.

He would have. He would have.

Will I have to go to jail, Mr. McGarrett?

Well, I'll do the best I can, Willie.

Hospital, maybe, but... Well, I'll do the best I can.