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We held this kangaroo court, see?

Who's we?

All of us. Cagney, Robinson, Bogart, the whole gang.

We figured the three of you for murder.

Who's murder?

A little girl named Macamea.

No prints, no witnesses, and no nothing.

I think it's all written out for us if we could just read the language.

This is Cody Jarrett, on top of the world!

Come down before you get somebody killed!

Hey, fence!

You want me?

Now, man, get me!

Any word?

No, not yet.

Could be he conned us, or maybe he's in trouble.

Should we try to contact him?

McGarrett. McGarrett.

Charlie, where the hell have you been? You said you'd call an hour ago.

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Ruined your dinner? Don't get snotty with me, pal.

Just relax. They called a meeting out there. I couldn't get out.

Okay, I talked to the district attorney.

No plea bargaining, but he said he'd look very kindly on any help you can

give us.

McGarrett, I don't want no favors. I'm through with these people. I just want

to chug them. I want it all, Charlie.

All of it.

Cutters, middlemen, distributors, the works.

Yeah, sure. Everything, sure.

Who's number one?

McGarrett, this will take an hour. I got an appointment.

An appointment?

Relax, man. No pushing.

I'll meet you at the beach at Black Point.

About 1.30, OK?

Charlie? We have an agreement.

Don't fight me, McGarrett. 1.30, all right?

Child!

Turn to the psychiatrist. Call for help. Get an ambulance.

Sit with him.

McGarrett, go ahead.

HPD reports a shooting at St. Agnes Church at approximately 12 noon.

Victim was DOA at Queens Hospital.

Personal possessions included a notation of the word McGarrett and the private 50

number.

Victim's name?

Charles Hazard. H-A-Z-A-R-D.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Me too.

Father Neal, this is Steve McGarrett, Hawaii 50.

How do you do, sir?

We didn't know what had happened.

I thought he'd had a heart attack, a stroke.

Then I saw the blood.

Didn't you hear a shot?

No, it was high noon.

High noon?

The bells.

The Angela's dummy. Oh, I see.

When you got to him, Father, was he alive?

He was alive, but he wasn't conscious.

He never did regain consciousness.

I went with him in the ambulance.

You mean to give him the last rites?

Well, for that, of course.

But mainly because he was my friend.

He was your friend?

I know his family very well.

I could never think of Charles as a narcotics addict, a pusher.

To me, he was always the same skinny kid I'd known ever since he was a baby.

Then he could have been on his way here to see you. He was.

We had an appointment.

He needed to talk.

About what, Father? Could you tell me that?

Steve?

Excuse me.

Here's the preliminary arts officer report on Hazard. Kerner pulled one slug

out of the victim's back. 30 caliber, 152 grain.

Sounds like an M1A1 carbine.

What do you think?

Pay off for a squealer?

Maybe, except the M.O. doesn't fit the local muscle.

Mainland talent?

I doubt it. He was too small-time.

Strange angle of entry.

He must have been shot from an extreme height.

That seems to be the only logical one around here, Dono.

Check it out, Dono, will you?

Excuse me for the interruption, Father. What were you saying?

You asked me if I knew what Charles had on his mind this morning. Yes.

He was afraid of eternal damnation.

A little late for Charlie Hazard to be worried about his immortal soul, wasn't

it? He'd been in a racket's half his lifetime.

He'd never killed anyone before.

Before when, sir?

Two weeks ago.

That's when he started coming to see me.

We'd meet every day in my office at noon, and we'd talk about the murder.

At least, that's how Charles thought of it.

He'd re-hooked an island girl who'd been clean for over a year.

She died of an overdose.

Charles felt damned.

I told him to go to the police. I suppose he was too weak.

Oh, he called it.

Thank God for them.

What was the girl's name? He wouldn't give me her name Did he name any of his

accomplices?

No No one All right, thank you for your help father

appreciate it Looks

like it was jammed

When did you first notice the lock was broken?

Not until today.

The tenants seldom come up here.

Once in a while, the fat dame in room 4B comes up here and sunbathes in the row.

How would you know that?

We get complaints.

And your street door is usually open?

Always. Right.

So that anyone could come up here. Right.

Danny!

See what I found?

No sign of weathering.

Maybe the wind blew it up here.

You figure the wind blew that, too?

The murder slug very likely came from this casing. It's a rimless center fire

cartridge, probably from a military clip.

Still consistent with the carbine.

What about the ticket stub, Jack?

I got two partial prints, right thumb and fourth ear.

Were you able to restore the theater name?

That was easy.

Varsity. Varsity.

All right, Duke, check it out. Right.

Three female overdose deaths in the Honolulu area in the past four weeks,

according to HPD.

Now, first, Oriental, 41 years old.

Would Hazard have called her a girl?

Could have.

Well, she's married.

Last prior conviction for possession, six months ago.

Next, Caucasian, 27 years old.

Uh, mainland address.

Just arrived.

No way.

Hawaiian. 20 years old.

Last sighted for possession a year and two months ago.

Was she sent up? No.

Rehabilitated. Where?

Tommy Seidel's place.

Start anew.

Pretty little kid, isn't she?

Oh, she was more than pretty. She was beautiful, with a beautiful soul.

Her name was Makamia Miley.

What happened, Tommy?

She's dead.

She met a guy she couldn't say no to.

How long had she been clean?

About a year, a little more.

And the guy, do you know who he was?

Yeah. A snake named Charlie Hazard.

And he's dead, too.

Thank God.

Tell me something, Tommy.

How did she fit in around here?

She was like family.

Everybody loved her.

She was like everybody's kid sister.

Come on, Steve. It was a hit, wasn't it? A gang killing.

We'll see.

I remember when Bogey joined Murderous Row at Warner Brothers Studios.

He played a gangster so effectively that many people thought he was one himself.

He got letters from inmates at San Quentin and other prisons.

I'd make a lousy constant.

You know what I'd do when his case came in? No, what?

I'd go fishing.

No, you wouldn't, Tommy.

I put so many slugs in bogey, one day I said to him, listen, mister,

you better start showing up wearing a rubber suit.

You're leaking all over the set.

Look at that guy, Johnny Cleen. He's been coming around quite a while now.

Does a free show for the kids.

Sweet guy.

Is he a professional?

Yeah, he was, before the junk got him.

He's gonna make it back.

Been clean about two, three years.

Of course, it was extremely difficult to separate the private eye bogey from the

gangster Bogart because he was tough, sir.

Needless to say, he was the toughest private eye ever.

Especially when it came to tracking down a certain Maltese falcon, sir. The

blackbird, sir.

Hey,

Johnny.

Lucky to meet a friend of mine.

Johnny Kling, Steve McGarrett. Johnny? Hi.

Watch out for this guy, Johnny.

They'll arrest you if you do an impersonation of a police officer.

Is that a 5-0?

Oh, is that right?

Well, I'll have to be careful, huh?

It's a great act you have.

Yeah, well, you know, a lot of people do the old-timers, but the difference is I

do them with love.

It shows.

Yeah, well, nice meeting you.

Bye. Beautiful, Johnny.

Well, thanks for everything, Tommy. Appreciate it.

For nothing.

Just one lap, you won't beat.

Crazy!

Sounds like Eddie talked out of turn.

Yeah.

Open that door.

Dead. Well, who is this guy?

This is Daddy Bob.

Well, how are you hooked up with him?

You'll never figure it out.

What was this business?

Ah, popcorn, my little chickadee.

Oh, hi.

My golly, are you back again?

Again, again, till I get it right.

How many times are you going to see these pictures?

Till it wears out.

Steve? Yeah, I do. Come in. I checked out the Fawcett Theatre.

Nothing unusual.

They do big business with the revival of old movies.

According to the number of the stub, the ticket was sold last Monday afternoon,

but they couldn't narrow it down to a specific customer.

Then I guess we'll have to.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

What is this, a fire this time of day?

What do you want?

Oh, just leave it there.

I need a signature.

Just a minute.

Morning, Jim.

Hey, what's the matter? Where's the big greeting?

Cat got your tongue?

Am I supposed to know you?

Oh, soon they forget.

Charlie Hazard's pad four years ago.

You dropped off two nickel bags of horse for Charlie.

Charlie sold them to me, and I went floating away through the night.

Come on, you remember?

Cagney never said.

You dirty rat.

But if he had, you're the kind of rat he would have said it to.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Well, what do you want?

I don't have any stuff here.

Charlie's dead.

I saw it on TV.

I did it.

Hey!

You see this?

There's a .45.

It'll blow a man's head off at 40 yards.

It's got a silencer.

Nobody'd hear a thing.

Now, sit down.

You dirty rat.

Now, let me fill you in, see?

We held this kangaroo court.

Wait a minute.

Who's we?

Oh, all of us. Cagney, Robinson, Bogart, Raft, the whole gang.

Anyway, to make a long story short, we figured the three of you for murder.

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

Murder.

Whose murder?

A little girl named Makamea.

Sweet little thing.

I don't even know her.

Yeah, well, you helped murder her all the same because you distributed the

smack that Charlie sold her.

If you so much as brush against that phone again, I am going to rip it off

the wall and I'm going to shove it up your nose. Do you understand me?

Three of us, you said.

Yeah, Charlie for selling it, you for distributing it, and Thaler for

supplying it.

Oh, you don't want to kill Thaler.

I don't?

Thaler's got money he hasn't counted yet.

Let me call him.

I'm sure we can work something out.

You know, I never saw a man with such little regard for his own nose.

What do you want me to do?

Beg?

Yeah.

Beg.

On your knees, mister.

Mr... What was it again?

Cagney.

Mr. Cagney, please.

I can make it worth your while.

Just give me a chance.

Let me call Thaler.

You didn't say, pretty please.

McGarrett.

McGarrett, I know how busy you must be investigating the hazard killing...

Who's this? Trace line one.

Well, I'm the killer.

Incidentally, I wouldn't put a trace in this call. I'm in a phone booth, and

I'll be out of here in a few minutes.

What do you want?

I want to cooperate with you.

Good. Come on in. Give yourself up, pal. No, no, no, no. I want to help.

How's your spirit of adventure?

Well, that depends on what you have in mind.

All right. Do you know where the Manukai Motel is?

No, but I could find it.

Go to the Manukai Motel right now, alone.

You'll see a key to cabin seven under the doormat.

Go in and wait for me to call.

How do I know you won't put one between my shoulder blades? You're a pretty fair

rifle shot.

Hey, Garrett, I'm on your side.

How many times have you wanted to close the books on Charlie Hazard?

Well, they're closed now.

Any luck?

I think you're crazy, Steve.

At least let me go along.

No way, Ben.

This guy might be a psycho.

Somehow, I don't think he is.

But just in case.

Now, Garrett, there's a record on a phonograph.

Play it.

Open the closet door.

Give me a computer readout on Kelman James.

That's K-E-L-L.

Over here.

Steve, this is Ms. Kramer.

Ms. Ms. Kramer manages this motel.

She signed in the man who rented this room.

I see.

I knew there was something funny about that bird.

Why? Why?

Who checks in a motel room at 8 in the morning alone?

What did he look like?

Look? Oh, I don't know. Who looks? He looked normal.

Well, was he short or tall?

Compared to what?

Compared to you, for instance.

Oh, he was shorter than me.

Maybe taller.

I don't know.

Do you remember what he was wearing?

That I remember.

Sunglasses. Just sunglasses?

Oh, funny, funny.

Think I'd check in some nut in the nude?

Oh, no, no.

Coconut hat, shirt, pants.

How much is a cabin here? Three bucks.

Here's a registration card you filled in.

Mm-hmm.

You get many John Browns these days?

Not so many.

A lot of Joneses. These and Chungs.

All right, let her talk to the police artist, I know. Maybe he can work up a

sketch.

Over here, please.

Fred?

Strange. Gentlemen, James. Deep eyes. Age 41, Caucasian, single, three

arrests, no conviction.

Incidentally, this one was shot in the stomach.

Killer used a handgun at close range, a .45 automatic.

What were the arrests for?

Suspicion of dealing in narcotics.

So close as another set of books.

What? Just talking to myself, Jim.

Must be getting old.

A case like this would age anybody.

No prints, no witnesses, and no nothing.

Oh, I don't know, Chet.

I think it's all written out for us if we could just read the language.

What language?

Record playing, I'm forever blowing bubbles.

Corpse wrapped like a mummy, propped against a door.

Hieroglyphics, Chet.

No good without the Rosetta Stone.

Another beautiful day.

Very quiet up here.

Just enough wind to move the grass.

I'll tell you what it's like.

Do you remember the first day I came out to the place?

Oh, sure you do.

Tommy asked me to give a show down on the beach, and you just about tore the

place apart trying to get a seat in the front row.

And I did bogey, do you remember?

Here's looking at you, kid.

And then afterwards, we walked.

And we talked.

I know I never told you this.

How could I? You would have thought I was crazy.

A man twice your age?

But I know love when I feel it.

I'll feel it until I die.

Maybe even after that.

Well, I better go. There's some cars coming.

What's the matter with me? I nearly forgot the best part.

Now there's two gone.

Charlie and Kelman.

No, I haven't forgotten about Thaler.

Failure's next.

Sleep well, baby.

I love you.

I really do.

I'll be back.

Well, it's not a spitting image, but it's okay.

Thank you, Miss Kramer.

Hey, how'd you like to do a picture of me?

Meet Mr. X.

One with glasses, one without.

Don't count too much accuracy.

She about drove the artist crazy. Changed her mind a hundred times.

Okay, show it around.

Show it to Father Neil, the apartment house manager. Then, uh, file it. It's

probably another dead end.

Now, let's go.

Thank you, Mr. Kramer. We'll be in touch.

I was on the phone, Steve.

Thought I'd give Tommy Saito a call. I ought to start anew.

Seemed the description of Mrs. Kramer rang any bells.

And it didn't.

That's it.

Did he know the girl? Steve, he knows everybody.

Of course he knew the girl. How well? Was he in love with her? No.

He mooned around a little.

Had he ever been a soldier?

Yeah.

Yeah, he did a hitch about ten years ago.

Get Kling's address done. I'll get a search warrant.

Steve, wait a minute.

Oh, Mr. Thaler.

Oh, thank you.

There's a gentleman to see you.

He says it's urgent.

It's right over there near the garage.

You know him?

Don't think so, no.

Urgent.

Maybe he's an attorney come to tell you you've inherited a million dollars.

Funny. Or a process server, right?

You know, my horoscope said this morning that I was going to meet a stranger who

would change my whole life.

That might be him.

Maybe. We'll be back shortly, baby.

And no cheating, all right?

Mr.

Thaler, my name is Johnny Kling.

Do I know you?

You do now.

Are you sure this thing is legal?

I've never seen a search warrant before.

Have you heard of obstructing justice before?

That I heard of.

This is it.

Open it.

There's his guards team.

Yeah.

Johnny sure won't like this.

He doesn't let anybody in this room.

Don't break anything.

He loves all of this stuff.

Look at this, Don.

Hazard, Kelman.

Who's Paul Thaler?

I think he's president of Mideast Importing Company.

Maybe Mr. Thaler imports more than meets the eye.

Yeah, maybe.

Chen, Steve.

Yeah, Steve.

Two things.

First, I want an immediate APB on John Kling, K-L-I-N-G.

Uh, I would guess that he's 35, Caucasian, 5'10", medium build, slightly

graying hair.

Want him on suspicion of murder.

Mark him armed and dangerous.

Check. Got it. Two, locate the head of Mideast Importing Company. His name is

Thaler, Paul Thaler.

Warn him that his life is in danger and put him under protective custody.

Steve.

Hang on, gents. Current bill of the varsity.

Chin? Yeah, Steve?

Contact me as soon as there's any word on either Thaler or Kling. I'll be at

the Varsity Theater on University Avenue.

You're going where?

We're going to see Mr. Cagney.

Go.

I don't believe it. I just don't believe it.

Believe what, sir?

There's a kidnapping in broad daylight.

It's foolish.

All right, the key's in the ignition. Slide on over.

Look, I don't have as much money as you people think.

Doesn't matter. I'm not after your money.

What are you after?

Oh, we still got a little time before nightfall.

Now, when we get out of here, turn left at the gate.

Where are we going?

Start anew.

You're the one who helped fill the place up.

Now crank it up.

Come on. Come on.

Fine.

Come on. They're bringing Tom home. They are? When?

Right now. He's on his way.

Is he all right?

Well, he must be. They wouldn't be bringing him home. Oh, it's wonderful.

I'll get his room ready. I knew my baby would come home.

Where is the projection room, please?

In the lobby to the left. Is there anything wrong? No, no.

Hey, brother!

Out! Out!

Can't you read the sign?

Can you read this?

Oh. Yeah, what can I do for you?

We just saw the end of a picture. Which one was it?

Uh, public enemy.

What's the climax of White Heat?

White Heat?

You know, tell you the truth, I see so many of these, I cannot remember.

Put it on for us, just the ending.

You must be kidding.

I cannot do that. I want a schedule.

Why not?

Watch this.

It's a viewing screen.

Okay,

the last reel.

Put it on for us.

I cannot do that.

Sir, we'd like to see the ending.

Okay, brother.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hold it a minute, Dano. I want to run it back.

Okay? Now, I want to see it from here.

There's Cagney on top of the tank.

There it is, Dono.

Tanks, tanks.

They think they've got Cody Jarrett.

They haven't got Cody Jarrett.

You might as well come down, Jarrett.

There's no one left but you.

What's the name of that big oil refinery out on Nimitz, just outside of town?

Aloha.

One of you guys McGarrett? Yeah.

If you'll excuse me.

McGarrett. Steve,

Johnny Kling apparently kidnapped Paul Taylor sometime this afternoon from the

beach in front of the Kahala.

Kidnapped him?

Any word on the APB?

No, nothing on Johnny.

But I just got an HPD report that his car was seen near Staten U.

How far is the Aloha oil refinery from where the car was seen last?

I'd say about five miles.

Okay, get hold of Duke.

Join us at the Aloha refinery as soon as you can. They'll be looking for Thaler

and Kling and to approach the subject with extreme caution.

But why oil depots?

Because that's what the plot calls for, Chin. Get on it.

General, let's go.

Johnny! Johnny, look!

I can't stand Heisman. Oh, what a shame.

Would you like some junk, huh?

Yeah, the stuff you've been selling the kids.

Would you like a fix? That'll help you get up the stairs.

Come on, move it or I'll blow your head off.

Come on. Come on, move it.

Johnny, please.

Please.

Johnny! Anything!

Anything! Anything! Oh, God! No! Come on! No!

Johnny!

Johnny! No!

No!

No! No! No, Johnny! No!

No! No!

He's got Thaler up there on top of the tank, Duke.

Keep the other units back. One bullet could send this whole refinery halfway

to China.

Now! Aim your light up there!

Get that light out of my face!

Give me the bolt on.

They think they've got Cody Jarrett?

They haven't got him!

Where's Taylor?

He's hanging on up there.

I can give him to you.

I'll tell you where he brings the stuff in, where he stores it.

I'll tell you everything.

I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy.

Yankee Doodle do or die.

... ...

Yeah.