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Thank you.

Mr. Derringer.

Your Honor, I would like to move for dismissal of all charges against my

client, unless the prosecution is prepared to proceed with its case.

Mr. Manicote. Your Honor, at this time, the state is not prepared to proceed in

its case against Joseph Farica and would like to ask for another continuance.

Your Honor.

Mr. Manicote, the court has already granted the state two postponements.

I'm aware of that, Judge Bergstrom. We are still trying to locate the missing

witness.

Your Honor.

A further continuance would be an overt violation of my client's constitutional

right to a fair and speedy trial.

If the state is not prepared, as Mr. Manicote admits, to proceed at this

time, I move for an immediate dismissal of all charges on the grounds of

insufficient evidence.

Mr. Manicote, can you or can't you open your case without Mr. Ritchie?

His eyewitness testimony is integral to the state's case, Your Honor.

In plain English, Mr. Manicote, please, are you prepared to go to trial without

him? If the court would grant one week's postponement.

No, Mr.

Manicote, the court cannot.

You've already had more than sufficient time to locate the witness who

disappeared. Most mysteriously, I concede.

Is the state pursuing that angle, Mr. Manicote?

I plan to call in 5-0, Your Honor.

You should have thought of that a long time ago.

Will the defendant please rise?

Joseph Furica, in view of the fact that the state is unable to proceed with its

case, and because the prosecution has already been granted two postponements,

this court has no alternative but to dismiss the charges against you and

release you from custody.

Joe, Joe Fariga.

How about a picture of you with your arm around your lawyer?

Joe, where are you going to from here?

What's next for you, Joe?

Hey, Happy, how about just one more pose?

Trying to get an ambulance.

right through the abdomen.

What about the trajectory of the bullet? It definitely came from above.

I'd say about 45 degrees.

Which means it could have come from over there.

That looks logical.

You gentlemen don't need me anymore.

Thank you.

Dano? Find anything?

This.

Looks like a 44-40.

The roof?

Yeah, on the roof.

Anything else?

Not even footprints?

Nothing.

Okay.

Better get Che over here anyway just to check it out, in case.

One good thing about it, Steve.

Happy Farika had about as many friends as a guy who had bubonic plague. We'll

never run out of suspects.

Just what I need, another batch of suspects.

Whoever it was had to be waiting for Farika outside the building.

Which means he must have known the case was dismissed.

So he must have been inside the courtroom to hear it. Or gotten a signal

from somebody who was inside.

Did you check the bailouts, then? Yeah. None of them spotted anything or anyone

suspicious. It could have been a hitman, Steve. Somebody imported from the

mainland. A hitman hired to kill another hitman, now. Steve, we knew Fariko was

hired to kill Contrero.

It was common knowledge Contrero was making too many waves in the union. And

Contrero had a good chance of being elected to the union board.

Once he was in, it meant big trouble.

All right, they hire Farica to kill Contrero, but why hire somebody to kill

Farica? Steve, the special delivery letter was just brought over from your

office. Thought it might be important. Thanks, Chief.

You know, Ben might have something, Steve.

Who originally hired Farica would have word he'd eventually talk.

Why would he? He'd already been released.

He had a history of lapping up the sauce.

Listen to this.

Dear Steve, I never wrote to you before, but I sure have wanted to because I'm a

true friend of the police.

And I have always thought you was a real great cop.

Fan letter?

I know what you think of all those dumb Supreme Court decisions and all those

bleeding-heart judges who are soft on all them murderers and rapists and

cruds.

So when I sat in that courtroom and watched that murdering Farika get off,

it was just like an explosion inside of me.

And that's why I give you a hand today.

That's right.

Steve, it was me shot him.

One 44-40 bullet right through his stinking gut.

So from now on, I'll be around to give all you great guys at 5-0 a hand

whenever you need it.

Yours for law and order like it used to be.

Wow. There's more.

P.S.

I can't sign my real name for now, but maybe later.

For right now, just think of me as... Mother's helper.

Mother's helper?

Real funny guy.

You think it's for real, Steve?

If it wasn't, how would he know it was a 4440?

Ben, ask Che to come here, please.

Maybe we'll know more about... Mother's helper after Che gets through with his

letter.

Meanwhile, Chin, I want a complete computer readout on every law

enforcement freak HPD has ever run through its files, including those in

and out of hospitals and prisons.

Right.

All those dumb Supreme Court decisions, all those bleeding-heart judges,

that's why I give you a hand today.

It was me shot in, boy, when I...

When I read phrases like that, I get worried.

Right or left, the lunatic fringe is always ready to take things into its own

hands. That's one thing they share in common.

Let's go down.

One, two, three, four.

Four quarters. Hey, mister.

Yeah? The gun's busted.

What gun?

This one here. I just put in my quarter and it stopped shooting.

Yeah?

Sure you put in a quarter? Yeah, I put in my quarter.

Huh. It's jammed.

Hey, come on. That's my gun.

It's my gun you're shooting. That's shooting, kid.

Yeah, on my quarter.

Hey, mister, didn't you hear me?

Huh? That was my quarter you just shot up.

Oh, yeah.

Compliments of Jolly Land.

of KGMB News.

On the local scene, the rooftop sniper slaying of waterfront hoodlum Joe Happy

Farika is now three days old. And as of this hour, the police are as much in the

dark as they were when Farika was slain Tuesday morning.

Not anymore, they're not. Huh, Stevie boy?

Critics of our law enforcement agencies are complaining that no progress has

been made toward solving what they term this most recent outrageous defiance of

the law.

Defiance, my foot!

And still on the crime file, KGMB News learned today that Patsy LaHal,

convicted of rape and attempted murder seven years ago, in what was then one of

Honolulu's most sensational cases, has been approved for parole and is expected

to be released within the next 48 hours.

We'll have more news after this message.

Note the blotched E's wherever they occur, Steve, and the S's.

Those blotched letters are due to old age.

which helped me pinpoint the kind of typewriter.

Portable Corona.

There hasn't been one of those around in the market for the last 40 years.

Okay, what about the paper?

Cheapest kind of bomb.

Sold in drugstores, 5 and 10, supermarkets.

That's great.

Of course, there were no prints.

No, but we do know where he mailed the letter from.

Notice the cancellation stamp?

All letters mailed in metropolitan Honolulu are delivered to the main post

office. But before they're parceled out, they're stamped with a zip code number

of the branch where they came from.

See the zip code number there?

96813. What area is that?

Lower downtown.

That's fine, Jay. Thanks. But it's not much help.

Steve? Yeah? May have something.

Computer came up with a name. One Elroy Wheeler.

Arrested for interfering with a student demonstration at the university, charged

dismissed.

Served five days, paid $50 fine for assault on one of the leaders of a

pacifist meeting at the International Center.

Picked up for questioning on a series of phone calls to the governor's office

concerning law and order issues.

Later released.

Busy boy.

Yeah.

Wheeler applied last year to HPD for employment.

He barely passed the written test, but got turned down on the physical.

Hypertension. And that's not all. Chin just called in.

Wheeler's landlady hasn't seen him for three days. Not since the morning of the

day Farika was shot.

Put out an APB, Dana. Already done. All right. Check HPD for fingerprints and

description if possible.

Right.

Steve. Just came in. Another special delivery marked personal.

Take a look at this.

Fatsy Lahau.

A real piece of dirt.

Never figured him for parole.

Here, Steve.

I guess you didn't think I'd be writing you again so quick, and neither did I.

But, brother, I sure got sore when I heard on TV this rapist scum was going

to be paroled.

Anyway, I just want you to know you didn't have to worry about him.

Call the parole office. Find out where Lehow is staying.

Central 50.

Get me the parole office.

I did it for us, Steve.

You and me.

I had to take care of this commie scum.

You checked that, didn't you, Denner? Right. How would I know a communist if

one came up and bit him?

I knew you'd want me to, just like I knew you wouldn't say nothing to the TV

or the dumb newspapers about me writing you these letters.

Like they say in football, Steve, two down and how many more to go, huh?

Yours, mother's helper.

You were right, Steve.

Doc Bergman confirmed it.

But Howe was unconscious when he was hanged. Evidence of a severe concussion

from a blow behind the right temple.

And I'll give you odds you couldn't find a print in the place.

You win again.

We went over that apartment from top to bottom. No evidence of prints anywhere.

All we know is that two of the notes were from this area right here.

Not much to go on.

It would take months to comb that area, even if we knew who or what to look for.

Well, we can't sit around and wait for his next letter.

Jenny, see if John Manicote is available for lunch, please.

What about that lead you dug up? What was his name?

Oh, Wheeler?

Wheeler. What happened to him? Dead end?

You couldn't find him? Oh, we found him, all right.

Flat on his back in Queens Hospital with a broken jaw and other injuries.

Got them in a barroom brawl. He was admitted to the hospital about an hour

before Farika was shot. So we can scratch Brother Wheeler. Do you have any

other leads?

Nothing we can move on. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Charles.

Suppose this psycho has an axe to grind. Suppose he's not just on a crusade.

Let's say that he got a raw deal in court or thinks he did.

Now, you think your people could dig back through your files and come up with

someone like that?

What would we be looking for?

A complainant in a criminal case where the defendant was acquitted?

Even though the defendant appeared to be guilty?

You guys don't want much.

And if that doesn't give us anything, you can start over again by

investigating the defendants in the same case.

You've got to be kidding, Steve. If this nut had been up for trial and had been

acquitted, why would he suddenly start knocking off other fellas?

With his kind of twisted logic, he might be trying to punish himself by punishing

others.

I know it's a long shot, John, but you tell me, what other choice do we have?

I've got one.

What? Let's order lunch.

John Padula and Richard Freeland, you've both pleaded guilty to a count of

assault with a deadly weapon.

I could send you to prison now, but because of your youth and because...

This is your first offense.

I'm suspending sentence and granting you three years probation.

However, I'm imposing the following conditions.

One, that you live with your parents during the period of probation, and two,

that you report weekly to your probation officer.

Oh, and one final word.

If either of you become involved in the commission of another offense and

violate your parole, you'll be returned immediately to this court where sentence

will be carried out.

It is so ordered.

Dear Steve, me again.

And I bet you're as surprised as I am, but I've been thinking.

A joke.

Ha-ha.

Anyways, the way it looks now, pal, I've been locking the barn after the horse

has already been stole.

Instead of going after the cruddy murderers and rapists, why don't I go

right to the source?

Like they're always talking about.

Preventive medicine.

Makes a lot of sense, don't it, Steve?

Lot of details to work out, but I'm on the right track.

Your pal, M.H.

Preventive medicine?

I can't see Mother's Helper worrying about how to stop crime.

What would he consider the sauce?

I think he's already given us the answer.

Put yourself in Mother's Helper's place.

We know that he's been in and out of courtrooms. Who does he see in charge?

Who is the one man responsible for letting all these, what does he call

them, cruds go loose?

The judges.

Exactly. In his first letter over here, he refers to judges as bleeding

-heart judges who are soft on all them murderers and rapists.

And later, he calls them pinkos. In his second letter...

He goes back to bleeding hearts again.

Judges.

Chin, I want a 24-hour guard set up and get Duke to help you.

Any judge who sits on a criminal case is to have an HPD guard with him or her

around the clock, no matter where they go.

Tell the bailiffs to keep an eye out, too.

Got it.

That may stop him temporarily, Steve, but will it catch him?

Oh, I doubt it, Tano.

We've got to...

We've got to grab the ball.

We've got to flush this guy out somehow.

Jenny? Yes, Steve?

Get me Freddy Dryden.

Did I hear right?

Freddy Dryden? The talk show Freddy Dryden? Yeah, you were right.

You once said you'd rather be dead than caught in the same studio with him.

That was before Mother's Helper.

Get Jenny.

Mr. Dryden. Put him on.

Freddie.

McGarrett. Steve.

I don't believe it.

Well, I don't blame you. I guess I was a little late returning your call.

Well, just a couple of years, that's all. What happened? You got a guilty

conscience? Yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm ready to come on your show if

you still want me.

If I still want you?

Maybe you just name the day.

Well, I'm available any night this week.

In that case...

How about Friday, Steve? Friday will be good, because that'll give me plenty of

time to get some publicity out on you, you know what I mean? We'll plan a few

items and get some spot announcements out, all right?

Friday's fine, Freddy. Looking forward to it.

And Steve, you better put your flak suit on.

I plan to take a couple of pot shots at you.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Hold it, McGarrett. What are you trying to tell me? We shouldn't even have a

parole system in this state? Now, wait a minute, Freddy. Wait a minute.

You know better than that. What I'm trying to say is that we have problems

with our parole system, just as any other state has problems with its parole

system, and it's about time something was done about it. That's all. Maybe we

should send everybody up for life and have no possibility whatsoever for

parole, right? Now, there is a real law and order stance for you, gentle people.

Put everybody in jail and throw away the key.

I don't know why you wanted me on your show in the first place. You asked the

questions, and then you answered them. All right.

Okay, I'll let you answer them.

Here's one for you.

What good is our entire penal system anyway?

I mean, we take first-time offenders, we lock them up, and when they come out, we

are horrified to find that they're hardened criminals.

Right. And you know why? Because we have put them in with the worst elements in

our society. Now, you tell me, what chance do they have at rehabilitation?

My turn to ask you a question. Would you like to do away with the entire prison

system? What do you do with felons, murderers, rapists? I'll tell you what

I'd like to do.

I think you should remember, and this is what I want, that even those who

transgress the law are human beings, McGarrett.

And it is useless to punish them unless, unless steps are taken to rehabilitate

them, to make them understand.

that they can have a second chance at life, and that's about it.

Plumply as I can put it. Okay, what you're saying then, and I've heard this

argument many, many times before, what you're saying is that sending someone to

prison, to jail, to...

to a penitentiary, never stop them from committing a felony. Now, would you like

to take it one step further?

Would you like to give every convicted felon a 30-day cruise to the South

Pacific? Oh, come on. That has nothing to do with it. Are you kidding me? Come

on. It has everything to do with it. Now, let me ask you something.

How many victims, Freddy, victims?

of muggings, of robberies have you interviewed on this show? How many

widows of police officers killed in the line of duty? On our way. Trying to

prevent crimes.

How many have you interviewed on this show? Wait, wait a minute. It's got

nothing to do with what we're talking about.

Okay, okay, okay. Hold it, hold it.

Hold it. We'll be right back after this commercial message.

For that special gift, for that special someone, a box of personalized...

Hey,

hey, hey. Hold it. Come here.

Hey, everybody, hold it. I want to hear something important for a change.

Hey. Okay, we're back, folks. Now, you were saying... That hold it. Of course

we need parole, Freddy.

But parole for those who truly want to get a fresh start, who truly regret

their mistakes, not for the hardcore felons.

Not for those who go on parole only to commit another felony whenever the mood

strikes them. You tell him, Stevie boy. No.

You listen to McGarrett. Whether prison is considered a punishment or a

rehabilitation center, it keeps murderers and rapists and an assortment

of felons off the street. It keeps them in confinement, away from people where

they can't hurt them or mainly minimize them any longer. Ain't he great?

No.

I'm sure.

I'm sure there are a lot of you out there who think that the law is very

soft on criminals.

Well, that's not my domain. That's the province of the courts.

I'm a police officer. I deal in enforcement and protection,

investigation, apprehension.

But there is a public-minded citizen out there who...

who has some very original ideas on the subject, who has been in touch with me

quite regularly.

Now, like Five-O, he's interested in this subject.

He's very much concerned.

I'd like him to know that I'd welcome the opportunity to sit down with him and

discuss this problem.

He knows who he is.

Thank you.

Afternoon mail. Anything?

No, none from him.

Been two days.

Maybe he doesn't watch TV.

His deal was a good idea.

Only if it worked.

And it didn't seem to work, so what do we do?

We stand by and we wait until he picks out his next victim.

Harold Spencer announces that funeral services for the beloved husband,

father, and grandfather will be held in Trinity Chapel at 11 a.m.

Burial at Oahu Cemetery, 1 p.m.

Yes,

Jenny? It's him, Steve.

All right, put him on line two.

Who to trace on line two?

Garrett.

Yeah, it's me, Steve.

Mother's helper.

Guess you'd about given up on me, huh?

Well, I was hoping you'd call.

It was sure a good idea to go on that creep's talk show.

I like the way you put him down, too.

I wasn't sure you'd be watching.

Hey, listen, pal. When I saw on TV and read in the papers you were going to be

on, nothing could have kept me away from the set.

I'm sorry it took so long to get in touch, but...

I got a lot of thinking to do.

We gotta be real careful, Steve.

Them pinko judges ain't gonna let us get away with this if they can help us.

Yeah, you're right about that. Have you got it worked out?

Yeah, finally.

In exactly 20 minutes, be at the corner of Baratania and River.

There's a payphone there. I'll call you.

We needed more time.

Let's go.

You handle the monitoring. Take Duke with you. Chin, you and Ben tail me in

another car, but stay out of sight.

I boosted the power a little, Steve.

You'll be out of doors picking up a lot of extraneous sounds.

Do you want me to come along? No, no. You stay here and analyze that tape.

Break down every sound. See if you can find out what those background noises

are.

Sorry, I was held up in traffic.

It's OK, pal.

I just about hung up.

Anybody follow you?

No, no, no.

All right.

Listen, Steve, you've got to leave your cars too well known. It makes it too

easy for them to follow you.

Get a taxi. Have it take you to the corner of KLO and Diamond Head Road.

There's a phone booth there.

I'll call you in half an hour.

Half hour? OK, I got you.

And, uh, Steve, I know you're going to go right on doing like I want, but, uh.

Uh, listen.

You wouldn't try and trick me, would you?

No, no, no. Don't worry.

Okay, pal. Call the cab.

Central, patch me through to Ben Kukua. This is McGarrett.

Kukua here. Steve?

Ben, call the Hawaiian cab company.

You're gonna change jobs.

Your dispatcher fill you in? Yeah, sure.

Get in. I'll drive you back. Okay.

Do you 14 minutes to pick up Steve and get to the next phone booth?

I'll make it

Nine minutes, man. Move it.

You're doing great, Steve.

Won't be long now.

You know Oahu Cemetery?

Yeah, I know it.

In exactly one half hour, a funeral service for a Harold Spencer is taking

place. You be there.

You got it?

Harold Spencer, I got it.

I'll see you at the cemetery.

Oahu Cemetery, Ben.

Cemetery? Yeah, on the double.

Hey, pal, you want to pick up a 10-spot?

Doing what?

Come here. I'll tell you.

Just an hour. I promise you. And it's just a joke, huh? Yeah, it's a joke.

Come on. I'll tell you in the car.

All right. Five now and five when you bring me back.

Okay.

You got yourself a deal.

Come on.

Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down.

He fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

As we gather to pay our last respects to Harold Spencer, it is fitting that we

reflect upon our own mortality.

that we recognize that there is a deeper purpose to life than merely existing for

the biblical three score and ten.

For what hath man of all of his labor, and of the vexation of his heart,

wherein he had labored under the sun?

That's him next to the man in the white hair.

You know what to do.

For this is the whole duty of man.

For God shall bring every work into judgment with every secret thing.

So it is for us to know that our dear friend and kinsman is not dying, but

coming into everlasting life.

Steve, as God had promised, he will one day wipe away all our tears.

For each of us, he will make all things new.

And now, let each of us pause for a moment of silent prayer for Harold

Spencer.

Freeze!

How did I know you were cops?

The guy said he was playing a joke. What guy?

Where is he? What's his name?

I don't know.

He was over there at the funeral.

Look, I never saw the guy before in my life.

Hold him. I got a wife and kid.

Dano, Duke, move in.

Seal it off.

Go, Duke. Front gate.

Ready school.

Cord McKenzie, 1722 Keola Street, Honolulu.

Does he work here?

No, sir. No McKenzie works here.

And I never saw that car before.

Checked everybody left in the cemetery, Steve.

Car doesn't belong to any of them.

Duke, you better get Che out of here. Ben, see if you can help him open that

trunk.

We won't need you anymore. Thank you.

Cord McKenzie, smart guy.

Still doesn't make a mother's helper.

Oh.

Steve.

Look at that.

But that does.

HPD had nothing on him either.

Nothing in the DA's files for any McKenzie.

He could be using another name.

Jellick's from Washington.

Good, good.

You were right, Denno.

He is going under another name. At least Cord McKenzie isn't his real name.

Oh, get this. He's Lester Smith.

Smith. Served three years in the North Dakota National Guard. That's why they

have his prints.

He's from Greeley, North Dakota, originally.

Left nine years ago, dropped out of sight.

That's when he must have changed names.

Any warrants for him on the mainland?

Not according to this.

Oh, he's had a few brushes with the law.

Beat up a student demonstrator, helped break up a peace parade.

No charges pressed.

Claimed to be president of a group calling itself Ever Vigilant.

Ever Vigilant. That figures.

Washington said the Dakota police don't even remember Smith.

I bet that bugged him.

Ford McKenzie.

I knew that name rang a bell.

Didn't any of you ever read those western pulp magazines when you were

kids?

Sagebrush cereals. Ford McKenzie was on the cover every month.

What kind of a nut would take the name of a character out of a pulp magazine?

A western nut.

Eastern or western, he's on Hawaiian turf now.

And we've got to rope him.

I tell you or I'll blow your head off.

The co-judges ain't gonna let us get away with this if they can help it.

Yeah, you're right about that.

Have you got it worked out?

Yeah, finally.

In 20 minutes, be at the corner of Baratania... Well?

I haven't been able to identify them yet.

McGarrett. Yes, Jenny. It's him again.

Put him on.

McGarrett.

McGarrett, the traitor cop, huh?

Okay, McGarrett.

I got somebody here you're gonna really enjoy talking to.

Hold on.

Now, you say one word out of line.

You got it?

Identify yourself.

This is Edgar Bergstrom. Mr. McGarrett?

Yes, Judge?

Please, do as he says.

Okay, McGarrett.

You ever want to see Bergstrom again, you listen real good.

In exactly one hour, I want one, 50,000 in small, unmarked bills.

Two, a one-way first-class ticket to L.A.

Three, a light plane full of gas waiting for me when I land.

I checked.

There's a flight out in two hours.

I'm gonna be on it, or Bergstrom's gonna be real dead.

You got that?

I got it.

After I get to L.A., I take off. I'm free and clear.

You'll get a call telling you where to find Bergstrom.

No, no, you haven't. You're not giving me enough time. I can't arrange all

these details.

Chin, I need a first-class ticket to L.A. I need a light plane on the ground

with a full tank of gas.

Ben, call the bank. Tell Alika that he can use the special funds account.

I need $50,000 in small bills, none of them in sequence.

Steve, about those background noises, there is one possibility.

There's a machine that breaks down sounds. It's called an oscillograph.

It picks sounds apart, makes it easier to identify them.

You got one?

All right, let's go.

I have to warn you, Steve, the machine is not infallible. So we have, Che, and

we don't have too much time. Let's go. You have to take into account that we're

hearing these noises almost third-hand, over the phone to begin with, then

recorded on tape, now broken down by the oscillograph.

Sound one.

Two garbled. I warned you. It's third hand.

Machine gun fire.

Maybe. Okay. Sound two.

Wooden thing's being knocked down. I can't pinpoint it any closer than that.

Run it from the top again, Jay.

Hold it. Go back. From the top.

Wooden pins? How about a bowling alley?

Not enough sound for a bowling alley.

Okay, we have gunfire, we have wooden pins. Go on, Che, what else?

Sound three.

Bells with a whirring noise and the sound of metal on metal.

Sound four.

Oh, it's traffic.

Right. Wherever and whatever it is, it's open to the street.

We have bells, we have sounds of a bowling alley, and we have gunfire.

Well, it can't be a shooting gallery. That wouldn't account for the other

sounds. What kind of a place has bells, sounds of a bowling alley, and gunfire?

Got it.

A penny arcade.

The bells are the pinball machines.

those bowling alley sounds uh those miniature alleys with the tiny pins and

balls they make that sound yeah find us a penny arcade in the zip code area in

which he operates try uh hotel smith street even new one or monica got one

on hotel street jolly land i've got 11 minutes let's go

dino

ben take the back chin come with me

Oh. Okay, nobody in or out.

Shoot him, McGarrett.

What?

Where is he?

I want him, lady.

His hour's up.

Freeze!

You all right, sir?

Don't you? Huh? Shoot! I'm an armed man!

You double-crossed me, McGarrett. I trusted you. You double-crossed me. You

said you thought like I did.

Thought like you?

No way.

No way you've set yourself up as judge, jury, and executioner.

I'm just a cop.

Book him. Murder one.

I'll get out, McGarrett. Then you get yours. I'll be out on parole.

So keep looking behind you, McGarrett, because one of these days... ZAP!