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Thank you.

I need it fixed. I need it bad.

Look, man, I'd like to help you, but 5-0's got the lid on the town. I can't

get anything.

I'll get you the bread. I'll get it for you later. I promise.

I can't get you a fix, man. I can't even get one for myself.

So take it easy, okay?

Let me talk to McGarrett. Who's calling, please?

Cut the stall in.

This, this is important.

Give me the man.

We've got a weird one, Steve.

He sounds scared or sick or something.

Well, we'll see what it's all about. What line is he on? He's on two.

McGarrett.

Just going into the information business, McGarrett.

You buying?

Well, it depends on who's selling and what it is.

You might...

No!

Jenny, get a trace on that line.

This is 5-0. Give me the tracing operator.

He just turned it over.

Came off like... Good.

We'll get back to you.

Operator, I want to make a person-to-person call to Detroit.

To a Mr. Rick Corso.

Any ID?

None.

As soon as they get him to the morgue, have Doc world prints on him right away

and check him with NCIC and HPD.

Right.

What have we got, Frank?

So far, just a John Doe with three slugs in him.

357 Magnum load from the looks of it.

Any witnesses?

None with anything solid.

HPDs work in the street and the buildings around here.

Whatever he was selling, it must have been big.

What's the matter?

Something wrong?

What about him?

He's dead.

Hollander had him burnt.

Hollander?

Why?

He got a tip that Mark was gonna sell us to Five-O.

Mark?

That's crazy. Why would he... Because he needed a fix.

And the lid is on, in case you didn't notice.

He couldn't buy a nickel bag on this whole island.

He was sick, man.

Out of his head.

Said he was gonna go to the cops if that was the only way that he could score.

You tipped Holland?

Yes.

Well,

now, what the hell was I supposed to do?

Just let him go blabbing off to the cops?

She's right, you know.

The guy was a basket case. He was a friend.

Your friend, not mine.

Look, he helped both of us when we landed here flat broke. He took us to

Bernie.

Maybe that didn't mean anything to you, but it did to me.

Well, how much did it mean to you?

A half a million dollars?

Oh, come on, Kevin.

Bernie's right, you know. He was a basket case.

He was already dead. He was just sleepwalking.

Baby, we're alive.

And we're gonna start to live now.

Listen to her, kid.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, now that's better.

Did Hollander have anything else to say?

Yeah.

He bought us?

Yeah, the man's coming from the mainland to make the buy. When?

It'll take about a week to set it up. But now look, both of you, if there are

any more problems, I'll handle them. You understand?

I deal with Hollander and his friend from the mainland.

I know what they want.

I know what I want.

And I know what I don't want.

I don't want to end up like Mark.

Less than a buck in cash and no ID.

Our friend didn't exactly go out in style, did he?

Room 29B.

The hotel is worn off.

NCIC came through.

We've got a make.

Victim's prints match those in the service record of a marked trainer.

What's the record like?

Not the kind you get medals for. He was in the Air Force.

Served as a mechanic.

Undesirable discharge.

Huh?

It's all in there.

Needle tracks along both arms and legs.

Veins in the left arm completely blown.

Heroin, huh?

Figures.

The system is almost clean, though. Probably started withdrawal.

The trainer was hurting for a fix. He probably hoped to get the price of one

from us.

The word in the street is that all the junkies are hurting since the DEA,

Customs, Coast Guard, and Treasury have been sticking their fingers in every

hole in the dike.

Yeah, they really slammed the door shut.

Nothing. Coke, hash, horse.

Nothing's getting in.

About time.

What was trainer's record like after the effort?

Blank. An address on the mainland long out of date.

So our only link to what he was into here is his key, huh?

The hotel name is usually etched into these old tags.

This acid should follow whatever's left of the old line, recutting them.

That should do it.

The ink will cover the flat surfaces.

It won't stay within the lines.

I have a W, I, a K, a P, an A, and an

M. I'm sorry, Steve. That's all we've got.

Oh, that's great, Jay. That's great.

That's enough. We'll take it from here. Thank you.

Good to see you, Rick.

Glad you could make it so quick.

I hope it's worth it. Wait till you see.

We'll deliver more stuff than you can handle.

Now, look here.

Now, the Star's Salon is out of Hong Kong.

Should be here, 50 miles west of Oahu, on the 18th. And then?

A deckhand will dump a plastic drum.

A coded radio message will give us the exact time.

Then Bernie Ross takes off. Now, he'll arrive over the drum when the Star's

Salon is out of sight.

What do you think?

I think there's got to be a simpler way.

Rick, I'm telling you, there isn't.

Not the way the feds 5-0 in the Coast Guard have got these islands wrapped up.

Believe me, the lid's on airtight.

This'll work, Rick. We tested it.

Tested it. This Bernie Ross came up to you with this bright idea, right?

Right. And then he and his buddy went out and picked up an empty drum.

Okay, great.

But the next time they put on their act, they're gonna know that there's 12 kilos

of merchandise in the drum.

merchandise with a street value of seven million.

And I gotta ask myself, is that what they're counting on?

Rick, don't you think I asked myself that same question? Okay, you asked the

same question.

And what was your answer?

First, test Ross's and his buddy's plan.

And then?

Test Ross and his buddy.

What do you think, Frank?

I think bingo.

Guess it won't hurt to let you see it.

There's nothing much in there.

What's up?

What's going on?

Have a look for yourself.

Bernie?

Bernie, listen.

We got trouble.

Mr. Ross?

Yeah.

Williams. Hawaii Five-0. We'd like to talk to you.

Five-0? Sure. What about?

Mark Traynor.

The desk clerk at the Waikiki Palms remembers cashing some paychecks for

him.

He said they were made out by Ross Inter-Island Air Cargo.

Oh, no, don't tell me the checks bounced.

No, it's nothing like that.

He did work for you.

Well, I don't know if you'd say worked.

What can you tell us about?

Not much.

Kid showed up, said he was a mechanic.

Worked cheap.

I watched him.

I was satisfied at first.

At first?

Well, half the time he didn't show up and the other half he was spaced out,

you know?

You knew he was a junkie that you let him work on your plane?

Well, look around you.

This isn't exactly Honolulu International, right?

I run a one-man outfit.

Once in a while I need an extra hand and Mark's a damn good mechanic when he's

got his head on straight.

Could you give us the names of some of his friends?

How about enemies?

Enemies? Yeah.

Hey, now, what's this about?

Something happen to Traynor?

Somebody killed him.

If you think of anything that would help us,

let me know, huh?

Traynor was on the islands for about a year, going from bad to worse.

It still doesn't help us, Dano.

What did Traynor know?

Pete?

Brooklyn, Bernie Ross.

Read it.

Arrested, Chicago, ten years ago. Suspicion of smuggling gold.

No conviction.

Arrested nine years ago, suspicion of gun running. Case dismissed, lack of

evidence.

Arrested six years ago, San Francisco.

Suspicion of involvement in opium trade.

Hung jury.

Pretty smart operator.

Lots of arrests, no convictions.

Do anything for a buck smuggler.

Okay.

Couple him with the fact that Mark Traynor had some information for sale,

and what'd he get?

We've been hearing rumors about a big shipment of horse ever since we jammed

the stopper into the local supply of smack.

Junkies have been praying for what they call a snowfall.

Looks like maybe somebody's trying to answer those prayers.

Not somebody, Danno.

Bernie...

Can I help you?

That man who just came in here, what room did he go to?

All I can tell you is that he went up to the second floor.

Got someone up there he visits all the time.

Come on, Bernie, no.

Why not?

Kevin. I don't know when he's going to be back here.

Bernie, how much longer do I have to put up with him?

It's only a few more days to the drop, then we won't need him.

Why don't we go back to your place?

You wouldn't think of looking for me there.

I need a name for that girl.

You got one?

Wait here.

Lori Benedict, age 21, born St. Louis.

Runaway age 14, runaway again age 16.

This time her father wouldn't take her back.

She was placed in a state home.

The file on her can't be just for running away from home.

No. She served time at a Missouri correctional institute for using a

stolen credit card.

She's also on probation in the state of Indiana for a similar crime.

She broke it six months ago. Disappeared. And turned up right across

the hall from a dead stoolie.

And that stoolie worked for Bernie Ross.

Yes, Jenny.

Overseas?

OK. Put him on.

Inspector Albright.

No, operator. Put him on.

Yeah, Paul.

Yeah, pretty good.

How are you?

Oh, beautiful, 82 degrees, sunshine, as usual.

How deep is the snow there?

Yeah, you got something for us?

Yeah, transoceanic.

Yes, I know the seminar's in August, Paul, but that's a pretty heavy tourist

season for us.

If I can make it, we'll have dinner.

Thank you.

Regards to Michelle.

Yeah. Aloha.

Check Treasury and the harbormaster on this.

I called, uh, Horbricht.

The possibility of someone taking another run at us with a shipment of

heroin. What's he got?

He suggests we keep all ships of Transoceanic lines under surveillance.

Word is that one of them is inbound from Hong Kong with several million dollars'

worth of heroin aboard.

First ship we busted in the crack town was one of theirs.

Washington's got a dossier this thick on Transoceanic's probable syndicate

connections. Why weren't the ships searched before they sailed?

Oh, it's easy.

If there's a new connection, Interpol wants to know where the line ends.

Steve? First-gen's oceanic ship due here is the Star of Macau in three days.

Star of Macau, it figures.

Macau is just across from Hong Kong.

Okay, gentlemen, that's our starting point.

Now, Steve, it doesn't figure.

They know we're onto them now. What can they hope to gain by sending another

ship? I don't know, unless that's where Ross fits in.

Jenny, get me the FAA Traffic Control Center Mr. Bob Royer.

R-O-Y-E-R.

A drop's been made, Ross.

Star of Macau.

Latitude 21 degrees, 15 minutes.

Longitude 162 degrees, 20 minutes.

Let's go.

Good luck, baby.

Centro, Chinho, patch me through to McGarrett.

McGarrett. Getchen.

Ross has finished loading.

He's alone.

He's taken off, Steve.

Okay, stay at the airport. Keep out of sight.

Hey, Kevin, you all right?

Yeah.

Now on, I travel first class.

After the day, you'll be able to.

Birds holding steady headed west-northwest toward Kauai.

According to the man who loaded his plane, he's delivering general cargo to

Kauai.

You think that's phony?

I think that unless we read this completely wrong, Ross is going to

deliver a lot more.

Back in your cage, Ace.

The Ruin Tower, this is Cessna November 29162, beginning approach.

No change in course.

He should be coming into Lihue Airport right about now.

He's landing.

Milk run.

So far, your man's followed the flight plan he filed to the letter, Steve.

You still think he's got a rendezvous with the Star of Macau?

I wouldn't waste our time if we didn't.

This is the morning the ship is in perfect range.

This is the morning Ross picks to go out.

Could be a coincidence.

Yeah, it could be.

But I say there's got to be a reason. The ship docks this afternoon.

If there's any heroin aboard, it's got to be off before Immigration and Customs

go aboard.

The Huey Tower is sending our bird on its way again, sir.

I'm getting it now.

He's headed back for Oahu, the same way he came.

Well, we'll see if it's the same way, Bob. Let's see.

Where's he now?

Latitude, 21 degrees, 14, make that 15 minutes.

21 degrees, 15 minutes.

21 degrees, 15 minutes.

Got it.

Longitude, 158 degrees, 40 minutes.

30, 40 minutes, 158 degrees.

It's almost dead in the wake of the Star of Macau.

He's gone too low.

Bird's back.

Yeah, it's a pickup.

It's got to be a pickup.

Now let's see where the delivery will be made.

Okay, give me a jump run.

Now he's off course.

Too far east.

Nowhere, nowhere along that stretch of coast could he land.

Nowhere.

Dino, get out to Dillingham Field and give Chinahan.

Search Ross and search that plane.

The junk must still be aboard.

of a million bucks i'm really gonna show i'm gonna show them all

the

seal's still unbroken they delivered intact

Central, patch me through to McGarrett.

Yeah, Dano.

Steve, it's not here.

Not there?

I thought we had Ross.

I thought we had him. I saw the bleep on the radar. I saw him practically pick it

up. The only thing unusual at all was this grappling hook.

Ross have any reason for being aboard?

Said he uses it for salvage jobs. He uses it to salvage heroin. He's involved

now. The star of Macau dropped something. He picked it up.

Yeah, but what then?

We've gone over everybody's complete file. Trainer, Ross, the girl.

Did the probation report on the girl come in? Yes, right there. She still

seems to be the least important of the three.

Maybe so, Donald. Maybe so. But maybe that's where we're making our mistake.

Lori Benedict.

Lori Benedict.

Wait a minute.

Chin, where are the copies of the Waikiki Poms register that you made?

I'll get them.

This might just be a straw, but according to this, the Benedict girl

hung around a small airfield in Indiana dating a man named Calder during her

probation.

Now, after she disappeared, the probation officer tried to contact

Calder. And he was gone, too?

Yeah, he was gone, too.

Here's a page with the girl's signature, room 28B.

Yeah, and here's what we're after.

Kevin Calder.

26B. The guy she was dating.

Gee, that's an interesting coincidence, isn't it?

Ah, here's another one.

The only telephone number the probation officer had for Calder was the home

number of a pilot who booked Calder... as a skydiver for a local air show.

Skydiver? Who just made a heroin jump.

That's how Ross got the dope off the plane.

Yeah, I think we've got it.

Steve.

It's too late. Caper is over. Finished.

Is it, uh... Is it?

Look.

We're dealing with a big organization.

Careful.

Do you think that they go to all this trouble, preparation, just to stage a

one-shot caper? I don't think so.

Whoever they are, I think they're after a permanent connection.

Which means they're going to try again.

And when they do, we're going to go after them again and again.

And again, until we nail them.

The bread man, you're supposed to show up with the bread.

All he sent us was this.

What is it?

Open it.

Well, it's just powdered sugar.

Sugar?

They were testing us.

Testing me?

What did Hollander say?

Just what I told you. He and his buyer from Detroit wanted to make sure we

wouldn't grab the stuff and fly the wrong way. Double-crossing.

Then this whole thing was a dry run. Oh!

Now, take it easy. Take it easy.

They trust us.

They're ready for us to do it again. No more tricks.

When? A few days. No.

Well, now, what's that supposed to mean? We signed up for one jump. All we had to

do was prove it worked and take our money.

So? So I don't audition for nobody.

I want out.

Hey, hey, just leave him alone. He's just having an attack of ego.

He'll get over it.

You sure?

I'll make sure.

I want to talk to you.

What about?

About what happens next time Hollander calls.

Yeah, Chin.

The Benedict girl just got aboard, Steve.

Looks like she's going along.

What does Ross' cargo look like this time?

About the same as before.

Boxes of food stuffed by the size of it.

Stacked high, right?

High enough for a man the size of Calder to hide behind?

Right.

They're taking off.

Want me to come back in?

No, no, Chin. You stay there.

This guy Ross is too cute. I don't want to leave any bases uncovered.

for the Transoceanic office.

What about the girl?

She has the same date with the star of salon I have.

Jenny, order me a chopper, please.

Lori, hey, what are you doing here?

Well, I just thought I'd watch our star shine from a different angle today.

It's not the plan.

The plan's changed.

He's right on target.

Okawaye?

Wait a minute.

He's circling.

Circling?

No, man. No.

No good.

Well, why not? All we do is pick up the stuff and split.

Yeah, and spend the rest of our lives on the run.

Now, Laurie and me, we got it all mapped out.

Now, we snagged the stuff, put it into Honolulu International, catch a jet to

the mainland before Hollander or Corsa know what hit them.

Those dudes are rough.

I mean, it's like killing ourselves.

Hey, Kevin, with $7 million, if we need protection, we'll buy it.

What is this?

Side with Bernie Day?

More than that.

It's her idea.

I've been waiting for this all my life, kid.

All my life.

Now get the hook.

Kevin?

Good boy.

Still circling.

Right over the star of Ceylon's wake.

Yeah.

Central, this is McGarrett. Patch me through to Frank Kamana.

Hold it, Steve.

Corso from Detroit is with him.

Here we go, Steve.

This time, when Calder makes his jump, we can tell his drop zone.

That's if Ross ever stops circling.

He's descending.

Looks like he's coming back to Oahu. Yeah, but not on the same course he took

last time.

Which way is he headed?

Not to Dillingham, that's for sure.

Changing course.

Heading southeast.

On a little international?

Looks like it.

I've got a chopper outside.

Honolulu Tower, this is Cessna November 2, Niner 162, over.

Bernie?

Tasty.

Quick, Bernie, what's seven million divided by three?

Why did you ask me?

She didn't even know you could add.

I think the smart guy's finally caught on, huh?

All you cared about was this.

Agaric to Central. Agaric to Central. Give me a patch to Danny Williams at 5-0

headquarters.

Boston, assessment 206 appears to be headed for Honolulu International

Airport.

Get some HPD backup and get out there on the double.

Search and impound that plane.

Where's the goods?

Where's the goods?

The goods

is in my possession. I've got the evidence, Frank.

Send somebody to pick it up.

Then move in on Hollander and Corso. Repeat.

Move in on Hollander and Corso.

Let's go, pal.

You're under arrest.