All language subtitles for Hawaii 5-O s01e07 And They Painted Daisies.enng

( suspenseful theme playing )

( tires screech )

( horn honks )

( grunts )

( gunshot )

( woman screams )

( indistinct murmurs )

( indistinct shouting
and screaming )

Get a police officer.

Open up. Police.

Please don't shoot.

Don't try to move.

( footsteps )

( upbeat surf theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Steve.

What have we got?

I only fired one shot, Steve,
into the door.

I don't know how I hit him.
I don't know.

First time for him, Steve?

Yeah, first time.

You check the body?

Just got here.

Nothing on him.

COP:
A kid. Looks about 18.

Yeah.

Pot.

Hm.

Yeah, and it's fresh.

Two toothbrushes.

Lady's hairbrush.
Make a note, huh?

And all the staples.

Mouthwash, deodorant,
suntan lotion.

Even a tub and soap.

McGARRETT:
One hot carburetor.

I can just hear him:
"I'll keep this on ice."

Really dug the good life,
this boy.

Nat, Izzy.

Chemist and the ID team
are on their way up.

Taking it hard.

McGARRETT:
How else is there to take it?

There's an 18-year-old boy
under that blanket.

Rough.

Who is he?

No ID on him.

Who was first
on the scene?

Mansin, about a minute
after he heard the shot.

Hit that light switch,
Izzy.

Only heard one.

I broke up a fight
at Sullivan's Saloon.

I was going back on patrol.

I heard a shot. Heard it
as I was coming out the door.

On Smith Street?

Middle of the block,
between North Hotel and Pauahi.

Well, he knew a good board.

Probably hot.

Too small for the boy.

Yeah.

Good morning, McGarrett. Nat

Che Fong.

You'd do just as well to haul
Danny out of here. He's had it.

Take his statement.

I'd get his statement
in the morning.

Better for him
if he has to give it now.

Okay by me.
Out in the hall.

Yeah.

Come on, Danno.

( sighs )

It was a fluke.
I fired one shot into the lock.

I don't know how I hit him.

That question's for Che Fong
to answer.

Nat's outside. He needs
your statement. Let's go.

How're you feeling, Dan?

Okay.

Make it easy on yourself.
I need your statement.

You can detail it
in your own report.

Just rough it out.

I was going for my car

in a lot near Fort Street
and Merchant.

I saw somebody trying
to jimmy open the vent window

on the driver's side
of this car.

I told him to freeze.
He took off.

I yelled, "Halt," he kept going.

What make was the car?

Blue, about a '65.

I don't--
I don't know what make.

He'll think of it. Go ahead.

He fired one round at me
in the street,

another at the foot
of the stairs.

I didn't have a clean shot.

I followed him up here,
and he ducked into the room.

What about his gun?
What'd he do with it?

Last time I saw him,
he had it in his hand.

All right, then what happened?

I went to the door,
called him out.

He didn't respond.

I fired one round into the lock.

Then I kicked the door open.

He was on his belly...

crawling toward the kitchen.

Don't bleed, Danno. Think.

You're making
an official report.

McGARRETT:
Okay, he was on his belly. Then what?

Crawling toward the kitchen.

Where was his gun?

I didn't know he'd been hit.

I went over and rolled him over.

Where was his gun?

The gun was on the floor,
just inside the door.

Are you sure?

Look, Nat,
I get the feeling

you're dancing a waltz.
What are you looking for?

The gun that Danny says
the boy had.

We can't find it.

( dramatic theme playing )

He had a gun.

And we can't find it.

That means we're missing
something,

but that's all it means.

I'm not doubting you,
Danno.

Well, I am.

Look at this, Steve,
the same thing.

The same story. The same thing
I told you and Nat upstairs.

He had a gun. He fired at me.
I saw it. Now it's gone.

If I've forgotten something,
I don't know what it could be.

Maybe I'll remember
in the morning.

We need it now, Danno.
Right now.

I can't remember anything else.
Nothing.

You were there.

That gun just didn't get up
and walk away.

You think it through.

There's nothing more.

Well, if there is anything else,
you better remember it.

A cop pulls his gun,

he better remember
every single detail.

There's always trouble
when you pull a gun,

more if you fire it.

You hit somebody, and you're up
to your hip pockets in it.

And if a cop kills somebody,

every single fact better jibe,
or he gets nailed to the wall.

He's guilty until he proves
himself innocent.

Now, that's backwards,
ugly and unfair,

but that's the way it is.

Now, we gotta know everything
there is to know right now.

So think.

Blank.

( sighs ):
All right.

McGARRETT:
Let's take it from the top.

I was on the way to my car
over there.

Blue car was parked
right here.

I saw him trying
to jimmy this window.

Then what?
I started toward him.

He saw me, took off.

He had a pretty good
head start.

Which way did he run?

Down there.

McGARRETT:
All right, review, Danny

Think it through.

Then I went to him
and turned him over.

And your back was to the door?

Yeah.

And then he died. That's all.

There were two toothbrushes
in this bathroom,

and a hairbrush with long
blond hair matted in it.

Pair of size-5 beach shoes
right over there.

That leaves us
with one small blond woman.

And there was that roach.

Fresh marijuana butt.

She could have been in here,

slipped out
when you were helping the boy.

Steve, if anybody had been
in here, I would've seen them.

It's a small apartment,
look at it.

Then who was smoking the pot?

Butt was fresh.

Somebody could have
been standing here,

you would've missed him.

Come through the door, Danny.
Walk through your story.

The boy was over there.

I walked over to him,
turned him over.

You didn't see me or hear me.

Might have been that way.

Must have been that way.

( somber theme playing )

Hey, aloha.

Wahine, would you like to go
and have--?

Oh, I didn't mean
to be offensive, ma'am.

I'm sorry.

Just wanted to have a drink.
I'm sorry.

( screams )

What caliber, Che Fong?

A .32.

Plaster wall. No way to tell
how long it's been there.

You need a witness.

And the gun.

It'd help.

Wouldn't hurt to find
that blond either.

We'll go down to Identification,
see what we can come up with.

A small blond who might have
been there? Not much to go on.

Well, it eliminates
all the tall redheads.

I need.

Thaddy's dead.
Didn't you know he's dead?

The snowman is here.

Yeah.

You got the money?

No.

You know the fare, sugar.
Twenty-four dollars.

Chicken, I don't have $24.

Oh, come on, Chicken.
I-- I-- I'm tight.

I-- I need, please.

Everybody has to pay, Annie.

The stuff costs me,
it costs you.

( chuckles )

I wish it was free.

Chicken, Thaddy's dead.
Please, I'm tight.

You know, I liked that boy,
Annie.

Nice, trustworthy boy.

I cried when I heard.

But, sugar,

you got to go on living.

And that means you gotta
find yourself another boy.

Now, I still need merchandise,

and you still need that juice
for your needle.

And that all adds up
to another boy.

You mourned long enough
for Thad, no?

Chicken, how am I gonna find
another boy?

How am I gonna find a boy
who wants a girl like this?

Tell you what,
I'll stake you.

I'll see that you get
what you need on credit

till you find a new boy.

Let's say,
till the day after tomorrow.

Till I get back from Maui. Cool?

Chicken, I'll find somebody,
I will.

I believe, Peter Pan.

Now, where are you staying?

I'll let you know where
you can pick up your medicine.

I'll-- I'll be at Maggie's.

Okay, I'll let you know.

Peace.

...story. That's what started
me digging into it.

It seems a member of our
state's official police unit,

King McGarrett's special force
that we call Five-0,

Five-0's second-in-command,
one Danny Williams,

he shot a boy, an 18-year-old
boy, and he killed him.

Now, let me lay it
right on the line.

Ladies and gentlemen,

what do you think would happen
to you, any of you,

if you shot an 18-year-old boy?

If you had been drinking
before you shot him?

If you said you saw him
breaking into a car,

and you couldn't produce
that car?

If you said the boy
that you killed had a gun,

and there wasn't any gun?

I'll tell you
what would happen.

You would be sitting in a cell
at police headquarters,

and you'd be charged
with murder.

Now, what about McGarrett's
boy, Danny Williams?

Where is he?

He's out on the street
somewhere.

He's not in a cell.

And not only that,

he's still carrying the gun
he used

to kill that unarmed boy.

Now, I don't know how you feel
about it,

but I know how I feel.

I am mad, I am angry,
I am burning.

And I promise to press this,

chase it all the way
around the block.

And meantime, friends,
watch your step.

Williams is still loose
with his license to kill.

See you tomorrow
at the same ti--

What'd you expect him to say?

( door opens )

The attorney general's
on the phone for you.

Guess what he wants, huh?

McGarrett.

I got a call from Mr. Vox

asking me to watch
his late news.

Yeah, I saw it.

He put us all on the hook,
Steve.

We've got enough pressures.
We don't need any more.

Well, that's what we got.

Vox is coming in to interview me
at 4. What do I tell him?

You wouldn't say
what I'd like you to tell him.

Well, if you find that gun,

let me know, huh? Mahalo.

Maybe you'd like to tell me

why you're not out
looking for that girl, huh?

It's a stinking job.

Who told you
it was anything else?

He was just a boy, Steve.
A boy.

Probably never even
had to shave.

You think it's easier
to kill a grown man?

You think the next one will be
easier than this one?

God help you if you do.

It better hurt every time.

It better tear your guts out
every time you pull that gun,

whether you use it or not.

You learn to live with it,
but don't get used to it.

Now, get out of here
and find that girl.

You really gave it
to him, boss.

Too hard maybe?

How hard is too hard?

Just asking.
Don't.

Tomorrow morning at sunup,

I want you to cover
Hotel and Pauahi Streets.

I want at least two witnesses
who saw that boy fire at Danny.

I gonna give it my best.

Standing there?

I'm gone.

Any make on the prints we found
in the apartment?

Not yet. Nat said soon.

All right. Give Kono a hand.

See if you can come up with
something on that girl, huh?

Okay.

( door closes )

How much trouble would it be
for you to admit

you saw them two guys
running down the street?

Ain't no heat for you.

If I saw them, I'd say.
But I didn't see.

I told you yesterday,
I didn't see.

Frieda, baby,

you don't never leave this
window after the sun goes down

till long after it rises again.

And you got them big
beautiful eyes.

Ain't nothing on Pauahi Street
you don't never see.

I didn't see, Kono.
I promise you.

You didn't hear no shot either?

Huh?

You didn't hear no--?

( laughs )

Frieda, there ain't nothing
you don't never hear.

You can hear a quarter drop
six blocks away.

You're asking about shots,
darling.

Shots, not quarters.

He knows Danny by sight.
Saw him chasing the boy.

What about the gun?
Did he see the boy with it?

( speaking foreign dialect )

He didn't see any gun.

He said the boy shoved him,
used both hands.

Didn't have any gun.

Uh, Mr. Wang said
the boy was afraid.

( knock at door )

Get a full statement.

What do you got, Nat?

You won't believe it.

Try me.

The grand jury delivered
a presentment to the prosecutor.

He took the reports
and the information

before them this morning.

And they indicted Danny?

Murder, first-degree.

( dramatic theme playing )

( door slams shut )

What are you gonna do about it?

Nothing.
Nothing?

Oh, sit down and cool off.

What do you think I should do?

You're the attorney general
of this state.

Get him out of Honolulu jail.

Oh, you know I can't do that.

If you can't, who can?

You can and nobody else.

If you'd sit on that temper
for two minutes,

you'd see that's the way
it should be.

Look, one of your men
has been indicted for murder.

And he should have been
indicted.

You think Danny is guilty
of murder?

You think the grand jury
is justified?

Well, he was drunk.

He had two beers.

He was drunk.

He had two beers.
He was off duty.

He had every right.

To shoot down an unarmed boy

while under the influence of--?

The boy was armed.

Danny said there was a gun,
but there is no gun.

The one witness you found
said the boy had no gun.

He didn't see the gun.

Then there was no gun.

There was no car.

Look, Danny is no liar.
There was a car.

Show me.

Show me the car
the boy was breaking into.

I can't, and you know it.
Not yet.

Then there was no car,
there was no gun.

And he shot an unarmed boy
to death.

Now, that's the case
against Danny Williams.

And with only his word
as defense,

he'll go to jail
for the rest of his life.

He is not guilty of murder,
and you know it.

Prove it!

Steve!

I'll tell you something.

You know he's not guilty,
I know he's not guilty.

But if I were Danny's attorney,

I'd want him right where he is,
in a cell.

And I'd do everything possible

to delay that preliminary
hearing

until you find that gun

and develop that chain
of evidence

which puts the gun in the room
with the boy

at the time he was shot.

Now, you do that,
and Danny's off the hook.

Steve, there's only one person
who could do anything about it.

You.

Hey, big boss, where you been?

You looking for an easy way out?
You got something?

You betcha.

Go.

Got no name on the dead boy yet,

but we're real close.

H.P.D. wanted that kid
real bad, man.

They had 37 sets of his prints

they've been picking up
off of cars he had busted into.

Couple of stores
and a warehouse.

Che Fong raised a store name
on his shoes.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Nat sent his pictures and prints
off to them.

We should hear real soon.

I want the name as soon as it
comes off the wire.

Sure thing. Got something else.
Big Chicken.

They found two sets
of his prints in the kid's pad.

Hm.

Get a statewide pickup
out on him right away.

Been done. He went over to Maui
two days ago.

They're checking on him now.

Is the dead boy a junkie?

Clean like nobody's business.

Eighteen, great physical shape,
not a needle mark on him.

Maybe the wahine.

Found all kind of prints.
No identification.

No doubt there was a woman
living in the kid's room.

Maybe she's the junkie.

With Big Chicken in the game,
ain't much doubt somebody is.

But it wasn't the boy.

Anybody gone down
to see Big Chicken's lady?

Thought you'd want to do that.

Yeah.

( jazzy nightclub music
playing )

Hey, you could knock
or something!

( door closes )

No heat on you, Miss Schranz.

I'm looking for Big Chicken.

He's a pig, a real pig.

Where can I find him?

He went over to Maui.

Say, is he gonna get picked up
again?

Well, I'd like to ask him
a question.

No jazz. Just ask him
a question?

We're looking for somebody.

Maybe he can tell me
where to look. That's all.

I don't care if he gets busted
or not.

Where can I find him?

He'll be back tomorrow
afternoon.

He's going back to his place.

At least, that's what he said.

Where's that?

His place,
up in the little jungle.

Oh. Mahalo.

Huh?

Thanks.

Say, baby,

why don't you catch my act
some night?

Sure.

You do that.

Aloha, brother.

Kono.

Chow mein in there.

I was passing the Golden Duck,

thought you might like
some good chow.

Thanks, Kono. What's happening?

That boy was a runaway.
Name, Thad Vaughn.

Might be the break
to get you out of this place.

Yeah.

Chow mein gonna get cold
you don't eat it quick, Danno.

Yeah.

I'm gonna tell you, man,

this ain't the worst bed
I have ever been on.

Maybe you got the best deal
in this case.

Tell you what I'll do.
I'll trade you, dead even.

You don't think I would, man?
Go, baby.

Walk out of here.
Tell them you me.

But try to look a little bit
fatter, man,

or they won't let you pass.

Where's Steve?

I can get him real quick. Why?

We just found the gun.

( gunshot )

Take a look.

The bullet on the left is
the one we dug out of the wall,

and the one on the right
is the test.

No question. Same gun.

You picked it up on Al Drucker?

He said he'd thought he'd try
one armed robbery.

A liquor store.

This gun doesn't mean a thing
to Danny's defense

without the girl.

We've gotta be able to prove
it was in the room

when the boy was shot.

What about the girl?

Nat got the gun from a big
Hawaiian kid named Tommy Tommy.

You like to talk to Tommy Tommy,
boss?

Yeah.

( surf-rock music playing
over radio )

So I said 20 bucks,
but this is worth 35, easy.

Oh, come on, man.
We made a deal.

Thirty bucks
is as low as I go.

Your word ain't worth nothing.

So sue me.
Want the stereo or not?

I got no 30 bucks.
Got 20.

That's the fuzz,
brothers.

Take it easy, boys.

I'm looking for some
information.

What kind of information,
Mr. Fuzz?

You gave Al Drucker a gun.
Where'd you get it?

I ain't saying nothing, man.

Zero. Nothing.
I know my rights.

You know what I want from you.

I don't know nothing.

I'm gonna tell you something,
punk,

and I'm just gonna say it once.

You'll get six months to a year
of easy time

for that stereo if it's stolen,
and we both know it's stolen.

But that tire iron
is something else.

That's assault
with a deadly weapon.

You'll get five years of hard
time inside for that.

Now, listen, and listen good.

You trying to prove
you're a dumb Hawaiian?

KONO:
You're a real tough guy.

You got big trouble,
and you better know it.

What kind of deal you make?

I'll forget the tire iron.

And that stereo, man?
All or nothing.

Nothing.

Come on, get up, punk.
You're under arrest.

All right, I'll tell you.

I bought the gun.
Got a great deal.

Three bucks, from a blond chick.

Kind of skinny.
Not much stuff, dig?

She was wandering Hotel Street,
cruising.

I had some bread,
so I figure, why not?

You know, it turns out she was
trying to peddle that gun.

So I bought it.

Did you know her?

Said her name was Ann.
That's all.

Except she was a junkie.

She was sweating.

You know how they look, junkies,
when they sweat.

Then she asked me,
did I see Big Chicken around?

Take him down to Identification.
Start him through the mug files.

I ain't sure I can remember
what she looks like, man.

You'd better try real hard.

If Kono calls in,
I wanna know right away, May.

Yes, sir. Mr. McGarrett,
you've got company waiting.

You want Big Chicken,
Mr. McGarrett?

Well, here I am.

The word is out
you're looking for Big Chicken.

Statewide all-points bulletins.

Now, you don't have to make

all that work for yourself,
Mr. McGarrett.

Just say, "I want to talk
to Big Chicken."

Just say it, and you got it,
Mr. McGarrett.

I've been away,
out of touch.

Sit down.
If only I would have known.

I mean, first thing I heard
you were looking for me--

You see, I always cooperate with
the agencies of law enforcement.

So as soon as Bonita told me
you were asking for me,

here I am, fast as a cab
could bring me.

Sit down.

Thanks, Mr. McGarrett.

I'm looking for a girl.

( laughs )

Well, you don't need me to find
girls for you, Mr. McGarrett.

You do all right.

She's a user.
Her name is Ann.

Uh-uh.

No, that's against the law
for me.

Having spent some time in jail
for my mistakes in the past,

I-- I am not allowed
to associate with users.

Young, blond, straight hair.

Lived in the third-floor
apartment

on North Pauahi Street.

Could that be the apartment
where that young boy was killed?

Yeah.

Yeah, and you were there,

because we have two clear sets
of your fingerprints.

I was just gonna tell you that.

I'll bet you were.

Oh, I was there once.

Uh...

I can't remember what for.
Well, it wasn't important.

But that girl, user?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Now, I can't imagine

a pretty little girl like that
using narcotics.

Never would have guessed that.

Where can I find her, Chicken?

You know, I got enemies.

I never know
where they're gonna turn up,

but it always surprises me.

Like this pretty, little
young girl, for instance.

Now, she maybe say bad things
about me, you know?

Like how I'm still
selling narcotics,

when you and me both know
I'm clean.

Yeah, she could say bad things.

Where is she, Chicken?

I'm gonna tell you.

I'm gonna tell you
because the law is cool.

The law protects people from
other people saying bad things.

Like, if 1,000 people said I was
still selling narcotics,

and you didn't catch me with it,

the law couldn't do anything
to me.

And you won't ever catch me
with it.

I'm gonna tell you something,
Chicken--

Mr. McGarrett, you're uptight
because Mr. Williams is in jail.

I understand that.

So let me lighten your burden,
Mr. McGarrett.

Now, even though she may
say bad things about me,

even though,
as a three-time loser,

any conviction would close
that gate for good on me,

even though all of that,
I'm still safe.

Because I believe in the law.

And as a favor to you,
Mr. McGarrett,

as a good citizen,

you take yourself over to that
little jungle, Maggie's pad.

Just look on that

like an early Christmas present,
Mr. McGarrett.

Me to you.

I'm gonna nail you, Chicken.

You'll miss some angle.

You stay smug,
and I'll stay patient,

and I'll nail you.

Never, Mr. McGarrett.
No chance you'll ever.

No way.

Peace.

( sitar music playing
over radio )

Maggie?

Take the back door.

It's the fuzz. Split.

( knock at door )

Hello, Maggie.
I'm looking for a girl.

Not in here you're not.

Not unless
you've got a warrant.

I got one.

Well, then,
like any good fuzz,

just shove me aside
and barge right in.

Where is she, Maggie?

Who?

Blond girl, young, junkie.
Name is Ann.

MAGGIE:
We don't know anybody named Ann.

My mother's name was Ann.
But she split to Nevada.

♪ Dead, dead, Mama is dead ♪

She split to Nevada.

She died in a bed.

( sighs )

What's inside, Maggie?

Well, go and look
for yourself.

Unless you want to swallow
that chain,

you'd better sit down. Dig?

It's not our war, Georgie.

( snaps fingers )

Fuzz really bug me.

Tell her to come out, Maggie.

Annie.

MAGGIE:
Come on out.

Or he'll come in and get you.

McGARRETT:
What about the gun?

The gun.
What about the gun?

Ann?

The cop killed him.

He chased Thad,
and he killed him.

The officer fired through
the lock. It was an accident.

And he killed him.

You saw this?

Yes.

That means that you were
in the room, then?

Yes.

The gun that Thad used
to fire at the officer,

what happened to it, Annie?

Thad was so scared,
he didn't mean it.

What happened to the gun, Annie?

I don't know why. I...

I took the gun, and I ran.

I sold it. I needed the money.

Okay, for the record,

you're making this statement
of your own free will

without promises or threats?

You've been apprised
of your constitutional rights?

Yes.

How old are you, Annie?

Seventeen.

Tell us about Thad.

We know that he didn't have
a record on the mainland.

What started his stealing?

I did.

I started him.

He couldn't make enough money.

He loved me, he really did.

I made him steal.

Chicken, Big Chicken,
taught him.

Thad was afraid at first.

He didn't know how.

He loved me.

And I didn't love him...

until he was dead.

Then I loved him.

( cries )

It doesn't matter.

If you hadn't found me,
I'd have found another boy.

I'd have found another boy
to steal for me.

I can't sell myself.

I've gotta have a boy
to steal for me.

Did Big Chicken hook you, Annie?

I can't tell you about him.

We won't let him hurt you.
We'll protect you.

Oh, it's not that.

He wouldn't have to hurt me.

He'd just cut me off.
Shut down my supply.

I need him. I need him,
and he knows that.

Do you like this life,
Annie, huh?

Shoving a needle
in your arm?

Waking up,
your stomach in knots?

Cold sweats?

It's not like that.

It's not always like that.

I don't want to stop.

The only good time
is when I'm up.

You know Big Chicken,
he'll cut off your supply.

He can't stand the risk.

If we forgot you were alive,

he'd still think we were having
your watch.

You're a no-sale, Annie.

He-- He wouldn't
if I don't say anything.

Do you know who killed Thad,
Annie? Big Chicken.

He sank the hook in you,
and he killed Thad.

He-- He gave Thad a surfboard.

For free. I--

Free?

Thad is dead.

That board came high.

( sighs )

Chicken would tell me
what he wanted Thad to steal

and who to deliver it to.

Thad would give me the money.
I'd give it to Chicken.

He'd tell me where to pick up
my stuff.

Thad only took
what Chicken wanted him to.

Once Thad got going good,

Chicken never wanted to see him
at all. He--

Thad only took
what Chicken wanted him to.

Cameras.

Parts for cars.

Now he's dead.

And I love him.

( crying ):
I love him.

You almost broke my tooth,
McGarrett.

You make another move for that
door, and I'll break your leg.

I blew my cool, heh.
Know what I mean?

I mean, you come in here
and say you're gonna arrest me,

all of a sudden
I'm back in the old days.

I had something to worry about,
so I ran for it.

I got no reason to run now.

You're gone, Chicken.
You're finished, you're pau.

I told you she'd say bad things
about me, and she did, right?

Okay. You want to search me?

Search the apartment?

Go ahead.

You don't need
no search warrant.

You just go right ahead.

You know, every once in a while,
we get one like you.

Wise. A very fancy dancer.
Smart enough to use the law.

You duck us for a long,
long time, and then we get you.

Never on a big thing.
Always on the small print.

You think you really got me?
On what?

Possession? Of what?

You won't find
a grain of heroin.

Not the tiniest piece
of a leaf of pot. Nothing.

You're right, Chicken,

we can't jail you
for all that misery.

Then what?

A hot carburetor.

( laughs )

A carburetor?

( cackles )

Look, I don't see no carburetor.

Just one.

In the refrigerator
at Thad's place.

You ordered it stolen,
and Ann will testify to that.

Convicted on a junkie's
testimony?

Never happen.

We also talked to the man

that Thad was supposed
to deliver the carburetor to.

A Mr. Showbert. He ring a bell?

Huh?

He also swore
that he ordered it from you.

Now, that's two witnesses.

That's plenty to prove
that you were an accessory

before the fact in a robbery.

Ain't no big thing,
brother,

but it's enough to close
that iron door on you forever

when you've been down
three times before.

Now you've had it, Chick.

( screams )

I-- Ah!

I just gave you that girl.

I gave you the key
to get that cop loose.

You owe me.
Sure.

Everybody owes you, Chicken.
Oh!

How you feeling, Danno?

Not bad.

How's the girl?

Got a long way to go.

( indistinct chatter )

I'm glad that's over.

Ah, what a day.

Come on.

( upbeat surf theme playing )

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