All language subtitles for 07.11 Death Of The Flowers

You basically love this man and you
want me to prove he has feet of clay?

I want more than anything in the
world for you to prove that I'm wrong.

This $100 bill that dropped
out of the flower box

that Hayes was trying
to give you.

Case dismissed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

It's not liberal conduct.
That's misconduct.

Do you have some kind of hard
evidence against me, counselor?

Something that will stand up
in court?

Why is he doing this?

I'm not gonna insult Ice Pick by
talking to him about this stuff.

You are unless you want him to end up
in jail for a murder he didn't commit.

It was January 23, 1958.

I was 12 years old, and my
kid sister Wendy was five.

My mom and dad had just been
killed in an automobile accident,

and my aunts and uncles
were all arguing

about who was gonna have to
take care of Wendy and me.

Well, any other kid probably
would've been scared, but I wasn't.

I knew Mom and Dad would've
been happy wherever they were,

as long as they were together.

I knew Wendy and I would
be okay wherever we were,

as long as we were together.

But the one thing that I
couldn't stop thinking about

was how, if I was somebody,

I could have afforded to get
some flowers for the funeral.

Boy, I wanted to give them
some flowers.

How you doing? You okay?

You take care of your sister.

Who's that man?

Francis Hofstetler.
They call him Ice Pick.

Ice Pick.

Something like that,
you never forget.

He was true to his word, too. He came
by every Easter and Christmas, and...

And never forgot
your birthday.

Or Wendy's.
And when I was 14...

He pulled strings to get
you into military school.

Guess I told you guys
that story before.

A couple of times.

Hey, the guy
was like my father.

You don't have to explain why you
want to throw him a big birthday party.

I think
it's a great idea.

Yeah, so do I.

There you are. I've been
looking all over for you.

The board of directors
are meeting at noon,

and the room hasn't been
set up yet.

I've gotta call
my friend in Maine

about shipping
the live lobsters.

I don't recall adding Maine
lobster to the Club's menu.

I'm late. I gotta meet Carol at
the courthouse in half an hour.

What is going on?

Are you gonna testify again?

No. She just had this case
she wanted me to observe.

There is definitely
something going on here,

and I will not rest until
I get to the bottom of it.

Well, you know Carol.

She probably has this dazzling
defense she wants to show off,

and I was the only person
she could think of to impress.

I'll be tied up all day,
probably.

Case dismissed.

But, Your Honor...

The defendant
is released from custody.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Your Honor,
may we approach the bench?

I would suggest that your time would be
better spent approaching a law library.

Perhaps there
you can acquaint yourself

with Article IV
of the Bill of Rights,

which protects us all against
unlawful search and seizure.

Your Honor, I am very well
acquainted with the Bill of Rights.

Court is recessed till 2:00.

All rise.

Better luck
next time, Carol.

KO'ed on a technicality?

Hmm?

Oh, that. Yeah.

Well, you win some,
you lose some.

Lunch?

What?

Well, there's no point
in you making the trip

all the way downtown
for nothing.

Oh, no, no. Thanks anyway.

Are you too busy
for lunch?

No offense, Carol,
but I know you.

Now, you're gonna spend
the entire lunch hour

talking about the judge
and how incompetent he is

and how some
obviously guilty defendant

shouldn't get off
on a lousy technicality.

And you're right, you're
100�/� right. I agree with you.

But I'm sorry, I'm just not
in the mood today.

This is the fourth case of mine
that he has dismissed in two months.

Well, sometimes
you get on a losing streak.

Over nothing?

He wouldn't even let me
present my case.

Well, I'm not saying that he's
been fair with you. I just...

Maybe could you consider that
in these four cases, that you,

you know, might possibly have
not had that strong a case?

Could you consider that?

No.
No.

I have considered that.
That's not it.

You don't think I would have asked
you to come all the way down here

just to see
if I did my homework?

Why did you ask me
to come down here?

Thomas, if it weren't for Hannibal,
I wouldn't even be a lawyer.

Wait a minute. You lost me.

What does some guy
crossing the Alps

have to do
with you becoming a lawyer?

No, no, no,
not that Hannibal.

Hannibal Kearns. Judge Kearns.

He was a tough teacher,
but, oh, he was good.

He was fair and honest,
somebody to look up to.

And now I don't know.

Lately he's been spending
more money than he makes,

he's throwing out cases he would've
never dismissed in the past,

and he will not talk to me.
I don't know what to think.

Well, you might think that he
made a killing in the stock market,

he suddenly developed
a liberal streak,

and he's run out
of small talk.

Any judge that shuts the door on
the prosecuting attorney's office

before we even have a chance
to present our case...

It's not liberal conduct.
That's misconduct.

Well, have you gone to the Review
Board or the Ethics Committee?

No.
No.

Well, because I don't have
any proof.

Maybe that's why I asked
you to come down here,

because I thought if you would
just follow him around, maybe...

Wait a minute.

Now, what you're saying is that
you basically love this man,

and you want me to prove
he has feet of clay?

No.

I want more than anything in the
world for you to prove that I'm wrong.

I just can't figure out
why he would be taking money.

He certainly has
a well-paying job.

What's a nine-letter word for
"completeness," second letter, "N"?

Oneness.

That's only seven letters.

His house is paid for.

Here we go.

Be careful.
Don't let him see you.

I have done this
a few times.

Sorry.

Ordinarily I'd consider
an all-day surveillance

a dull way
to spend a Saturday,

but there was
a very good reason

to spend a day
watching Judge Kearns,

and it had to do
with General Grant.

He was my high school coach,
and he wasn't really a general.

He was a retired Marine
colonel. Warren McKenzie Grant.

General Grant didn't exactly
take me under his wing,

more like under his thumb.

But it was the closest I came
to having a mentor,

and even though he was far from
perfect, I felt a loyalty to him

I couldn't really explain.

Haircut.

Just doesn't make any sense.

It seems like
a perfectly reasonable thing

for a man to do
on a Saturday.

No, no, no,
I mean about the money.

You want
your crossword puzzle back?

Normally at this stage
of a stakeout,

I break out the
battery-operated video games,

but since you're here,
20 questions.

Oh, no, 20 questions?

No, 20 questions! I think
of a person, living or dead,

and you try and guess who
they are in 20 questions.

Thomas...
Yes or no only.

Okay, go ahead.
I've got someone.

I'm not exactly in the
mood to play games, Thomas.

Games? This isn't a game.

It is an exercise
in deductive thinking.

Keeps the old
reasoning process sharp.

Very important in my line
of work. First question.

Is this person alive?

No. That's one down
and 19 to go.

Seventeen down
and three to go.

Eisenhower!
No.

That's 18 down
and two to go.

But you said he was responsible
for ending World War II.

In a way, he was.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

Looks like we're gonna
be here for a while.

Hannibal loves to spend hours
in the bookstore.

That's 18 down
and two to go.

Okay. Well, let's see.

If it isn't Eisenhower
and it isn't Patton, then...

I don't know. I give up.

General Grant.

Oh, come on.
You're a couple wars behind.

Not Ulysses. Warren McKenzie
Grant, my high school coach.

Your high school coach?

In his own way,
he influenced the war.

I am supposed to guess
your high school coach?

Well, if you're not ready
for the advanced level...

That's not advanced,
that's cheating.

No, it's not cheating,
it's misdirection.

And I got you to quit obsessing on
Judge Kearns for a couple of minutes.

All right, I've got one.
You ask.

I'm hungry. How about you?

No, no, no, come on. Living
or dead, male or female.

Come on,
give it your best shot.

I'm no good at this
on an empty stomach.

Now, why don't you grab us
a couple of burgers?

I hate burgers.

All right, grab one for me and you
can have anything you want. I'm buying.

No.

What? You said we were gonna
be here for a while.

Now, I need two double cheeseburgers, plain.

All right.
Now, that's just plain.

Nothing on the bun,
no lettuce, nothing.

I'll be right back.

But don't think
you're getting out of this.

Start racking your brain.
You're gonna need it.

"The blonde
was pretty, but too pale,

"and her thin,
high-arched eyebrows

"gave her face
a startled look."

Oh!

Do you believe that?
He never eats fast food.

It's a rule with him. Who could have
guessed he would go in that store?

You suppose he suspects?
Where are we going?

Just far enough away
so he thinks we're gone.

What's he doing
at the Flower Mart?

Probably taking a break
from his all-day crime spree.

Thomas, look.

That's Donald Hayes. That's the
defendant from yesterday's trial.

What's going on?

Hey.

Hey!

Get away from him!

You all right?

No trouble. Please don't bring trouble here.

I'm just glad
we were there to help.

As soon as you feel stronger,
we're gonna take you to the police.

You can file
an assault charge.

I'm not going to the police.

Then I'll call them
and have them come here.

You have witnesses. We're not
gonna let him get away with this.

Look, this is none
of your business.

What were you fighting
with Donald Hayes about?

What the hell were you doing
following me all over town?

I asked him to.
I was worried about you.

Well, you didn't have to be.

Look,

Oliver Wendell Baldwin, did I
stick my nose into your business

every time I worried about you
during law school?

Why won't you answer
Thomas' question?

Look, I appreciate you patching
me up, but if you don't mind...

Hannibal, if you're in some
kind of trouble, I want to help.

If it means going to the
Review Board, I'll go with you.

Why? Do you have some kind of hard
evidence against me, counselor?

Something that will stand up
in court?

Or you, sir?

No. Just a hunch.

And observation.

And a great deal of concern.

Which smells a lot
like harassment to me.

There's also this $100 bill that
dropped out of the flower box

that Hayes was trying
to give you.

Hannibal, I know
this is very hard on you,

but I...

I mean, don't you think that
if I've seen the changes...

I think what she's trying
to say is...

Well, look, if Carol
has seen certain shifts

in your lifestyle
and your professional conduct,

I mean, don't you think
it's just a matter of time

before other people
start seeing it, too?

Why did you meet Donald Hayes?
What were you fighting about?

It was a chance encounter.

He wanted to contribute some
money to Hawaii Legal Aid.

I told him to go through
channels. He...

He got angry.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's been a very long day.

Why is he doing this?

He's not doing it
to you, Carol.

He's doing it to himself.
I know.

But what am I supposed to do?
Stop him for his own good?

Or look the other way
and become a partner to it?

I don't know.

Integrity. It's a nine-letter
word for completeness.

Integrity.

8:00, and don't be late. Okay,
I'll see you here. Thanks. Bye.

I got people
coming to this party

that Ice Pick hasn't seen
in 20 years.

I hope he still
recognizes them.

Are you kidding?
He's gonna faint.

He may not be
the only one.

Have you asked Higgins
about this party yet?

Oh. Hey, Thomas, I need
your help with something.

Do you remember me telling you
about Ice Pick's girlfriend, Grace?

The only woman
he ever really loved.

That's right. And I've been
talking myself blue in the face,

but I cannot convince her
to come to the party.

Then that's one less phone
call you'll have to make...

Higgins...

...when you call everyone
to cancel the party.

Oh, come on, Higgie. You can't
make him cancel this party.

He's got people coming
from Chicago, Miami.

Everything's all planned
for tomorrow night...

Then it will simply
have to be un-planned.

The board of directors
will not approve a party

honoring someone of Ice
Pick's dubious reputation.

They can't tell me who I can and
who I can't throw a party for.

They wouldn't dream of it. They're
simply telling you it can't be here.

They might reconsider
if you asked them, Higgins.

As a kind of personal favor?

Higgins,

did I ever tell you
about the time

that Ice Pick brought flowers
to my parents' funeral?

It was January 23, 1958.

I was 12 years old, and
my sister, Wendy, was five.

My parents had just been
killed in an automobile...

Warren McKenzie Grant.

I bet it had been five years
since I'd even thought about him.

But for some reason, his
presence had been with me all day.

It wasn't just a matter of
remembering things about him.

It was more a matter of seeing things
in myself that he'd drummed into me,

and recognizing that at least a
small part of Thomas Sullivan Magnum

was pure Warren McKenzie
Grant, for better or worse,

and realizing that even though disillusionment
had replaced hero worship over the years,

I missed him.

I really didn't know
what I'd do if I were faced

with the decision Carol
had to make about a man

who had influenced her life
so much.

Hello?

Thomas, I'm at
Judge Kearns' house.

Carol, what's wrong?

Carol.

Oh, Thomas.

I can tell you right now what
the report's going to say.

Judge Kearns
committed suicide.

I won't believe
it was suicide.

I'm sorry, Carol.
Everything points to it.

Nothing points to it.

This was not the kind of man
who would take his own life.

Look around you.

The photo album,
the empty bottle of whiskey,

the nickel-plated. 38 with
only his fingerprints on it.

No forced entry.

No suicide note.

Even so, this is a classic case of suicide.

Maybe. Or maybe somebody
wants us to think it is.

You told me yourself you thought
that he was taking payoffs.

Looks to me like
he spent the night

going through his scrapbook
of achievements

and realized he couldn't
live with the scandal

of being caught with his
hand in the cookie jar.

Why did he leave a message on my
answering machine to come and see him

if he was planning
to pull the trigger?

Why did he write
a letter of resignation

if he wasn't going to
be around?

Even if he resigned, he'd still
have to face criminal charges.

I think he wanted to confess
and get it all out in the open.

I know how difficult
this is for you,

but I have to have more to go on
than your gut feeling about this.

All right.

How about the fact
that over the past six months,

Hannibal has let three
defendants off on technicalities,

and all three of them
worked at Hoku Florists?

How about the fact that this was
the second time Donald Hayes came up

before Judge Kearns
in the last year,

and it was the second time
that he was let off?

I've been at my office most of
the night going through the files.

That's why I missed his call.

Lieutenant, I know this points
more to bribery than murder,

but if he was trying to expose
whatever racket they were in,

well, that's a motive
for murder.

You gotta have
more than a motive.

Well, we saw Donald Hayes try to give
Judge Kearns what we think was some money.

A couple $100 bills fell to the
ground. I still have one of them.

I gave the other one to Judge
Kearns. Did you find one on the body?

No.

Well, then,
as far as I can tell,

nobody's seen it
since his death.

Now, that may not mean
anything, but then again...

All right, I'll go by and
talk to Hayes. Now, ask around.

If anything new comes up,
give me a call.

You still
don't have a case.

I know.

Excuse me.

I always loved this back yard.
It seemed so peaceful.

Carol...

I called his sister in Tulsa
and his son on the Big Island,

and they're both
flying in tonight.

They want the funeral tomorrow.
It just seems so awfully fast.

But I told them that I'd make
some preliminary phone calls.

Carol,

you want to stay at the estate
for a couple of days?

No. I have so much to do.

I want to check out the stuff
at the Hoku Florists.

Now, I know
that the police department...

It's going to be second
priority to them, and I just...

I understand why. I can't...

Carol,
it is much too dangerous

for you to go down there
and start asking questions.

I owe it to him, Thomas.
I started this.

No, you didn't. You just
got caught up in the middle.

Thomas, you know Hannibal,
the other Hannibal,

he committed suicide rather
than surrender to the Roman army.

I'm not sure
that we'll ever know

if that's what Judge Kearns
did, but I promise you,

I'll do everything I can
to find out for you.

A good hobby
is absolutely essential

to the well-being
of the psyche,

lifting one's thoughts above
mundane, day-to-day problems

into a more elevated plane.

Wouldn't you say?

Yeah, I guess so.
Higgins?

You need to ask me a favor.

Yes. It's about...

Rick's party.

In a way. How did you...

It's one of the side effects
of working on a hobby.

Once your entire energy is focused
on an object, such as this orchid,

the mind is no longer
cluttered with self-concerns,

and therefore more able to
accurately interpret incoming signals.

Kind of a self-hypnosis.

Oh. Well...

For example,
the moment you walked in,

I instinctively knew exactly
why you were coming to me.

You did?

But you're too late.

I've already talked
to the board of directors,

and they've agreed,
with some misgivings,

to allow Rick
to hold the party

this one time.

I know.

You know?

But since you're all self-hypnotized
here, you knew that I knew.

Well, that is, I...

And since you must know

what I really came
to ask you for,

I'll just skip the question
and wait for the answer.

You're right, Higgins. This
staring-at-orchids stuff really works.

I already know
what the answer is.

Did I hear you correctly?

Twenty-five
floral arrangements?

Yes. And as I'll be doing all
of the arrangements myself,

I'll need to inspect
each flower personally.

I'm afraid our selection is
a little low at the moment.

If you would like to come
back tomorrow morning...

No. That is, all of the
arrangements are needed for an event

scheduled for this evening.

I'll have to make do
with what you have.

Perhaps we could start
with heliconias.

"The south wind
searches for the flowers

"whose fragrance
late he bore..."

"And sighs to find them in the
wood and by the stream no more."

William Bryant.
The Death of the Flowers.

Precisely.

We have a large supply
of chrysanthemums.

"Full many a flower
is born to blush unseen..."

"And waste its sweetness
on the desert air."

Elegy written
in a Country Churchyard.

One of the first poems
I ever committed to memory,

but perhaps never fully
appreciated until this moment.

You have more than enough here
for 25 arrangements.

Well, one can never be
too prepared.

Perhaps we should go
through the red ginger again.

I'll leave you to go through
them while I start the paperwork.

Where are you going?

To the office,
to get the invoices.

I wonder if I might ask you a
question first about these vases here?

I believe I prefer
the design of this one,

yet the color of the other one is so
much more compatible with the red ginger.

On the other hand, I believe
the bird of paradise arrangement

would do quite nicely
in this.

Oh, Donald, get me a book
of invoices from the office.

Sure.

Well, perhaps you would like
to take all three?

Hmm?

Actually, I don't think I'll
take any vases at the moment.

I'll just...

Is something wrong?

Oh, no. No, no.
Everything's fine.

If you'll write up the order,

I'd like to charge it
to the King Kamehameha Club.

I'm chairman of the board of
directors. Jonathan Quayle Higgins.

Grace Chang.

Pleased to meet you.

Grace Chang
is into everything.

Extortion,
prostitution kickbacks...

Boy, I wonder if Rick
has any idea

that Ice Pick's one true love
is fronting these racketeers.

Surely there must be some other
explanation. She hardly seems the type.

Look at this.
A chain of title

showing common ownership
of The Sea and Sand on Kuhio.

The Sea and Sand?
Isn't that...

Hooker central.

Here's a record of the
payments they made to Hannibal.

Well, this ledger is a record
of payments to William Paoa.

Might as well add murder
to their list of activities.

Paoa has a reputation of being
the best hit man on the Island.

The last entry was today.

Well, that lends credibility

to the theory that Judge Kearns was murdered.

They're not gonna
get away with this.

We have enough information here to put
Donald Hayes away for a very long time.

I don't think so.
None of the titles come back

to Grace Chang
or to Donald Hayes.

Francis Hofstetler?

Oh, my God.

Ice Pick.

It's not possible.

Rick... I'm telling you, it's not possible.

It's right here
in black and white.

Grace Chang and Donald Hayes are
a front for Ice Pick's activities.

He's retired.
You know that.

That's what he says.

He did time,
he paid his debt,

and he's been clean
ever since.

Look at these documents. Oh,
you look at the documents.

I don't have to. He's my friend,
and I know this is a mistake.

It's a mistake
that could link him to murder,

and maybe Hayes and Grace
as accessories.

Let me tell you something,
Thomas.

Ice Pick would never drag
Grace into something like this.

He loved this woman.
He wanted to marry her.

So you told me. But that doesn't
have anything to do with...

I'm not finished yet.

He thought his life was over
when she married another man.

And when her son was killed in a gang
war, well, he took care of everything.

Rick...
And I mean everything!

He got her out of Chicago and set her
up in a business right here in Honolulu.

You could bet
your bottom dollar, Thomas,

he wouldn't do anything
to hurt her.

I've been looking at this
from the wrong angle.

Yeah, that's what I've been
trying to tell you. Come on!

What?
We're going to see Ice Pick.

I'm not gonna insult Ice Pick by
talking to him about this stuff.

You are unless you want him to end up
in jail for a murder he didn't commit.

Damn you, Thomas!

The one thing
I'd failed to see,

what it was that the memory
of General Grant

had been trying
to remind me of...

A beautiful fall day,
a football game,

a play that maybe the coach
shouldn't have called.

His star player
was badly hurt.

And Warren McKenzie Grant never forgave
himself for the young man's injuries.

And when the young man,
confined to a wheelchair,

began taking advantage
of that guilt,

almost everyone understood why
General Grant let him do it.

Almost everyone
looked the other way

when the General allowed the young
man to cheat on exams and passed him.

Almost everyone,
except Thomas Sullivan Magnum,

who probably only understood
for the first time today.

It's very good.

Of course, it'll never
stand up in a court of law,

but it's definitely
professional.

What else
did I sign my name to?

They've left
a pretty substantial trail

for someone to tie you into
prostitution kickbacks...

Marvin, it's okay.
You can leave us alone.

Now, what do you fellas
got in mind?

I want to bring in the person who killed
Judge Kearns. It's very important to me.

Thomas says they can
tie you into this thing.

I suppose if I didn't
contest these signatures...

But you are gonna contest?

So you take these
to the police.

Is that gonna
bring Judge Kearns back?

Don't you think your debt
to Grace Chang is paid?

I had to tell him.
I had to explain that he...

Grace Chang's boy. He could've been
my son if things had been different.

I promised her that I'd see that
nothing ever happened to him.

That was a promise
I couldn't keep.

No one could keep
that kind of promise.

Grace forgave me,
but I didn't.

Not then, not ever.

Letting Grace Chang use you isn't
going to get rid of that guilt.

Well, the world isn't gonna
end in the next 12 hours?

No.

You'll hear from me.

Look, Ricky,

I don't have a lot of time
to think this through,

so I'm sorry, but I won't be able to
come to your surprise birthday party.

How do you always
find these things out?

I want to tell you something.
I deeply appreciate it.

Thanks, Ice Pick.

"Mentor: A wise
and trusted teacher or guide."

As usual, Webster's spoke
volumes with just a few words.

Beyond the deceptively simple
definition was an implied relationship,

student and master.

What the definition failed to
describe was the ironic twist.

If the relationship
were to grow and mature,

the wise and trusted guide would
inevitably turn into student,

and the student to teacher.

Sometimes the change
could be painful.

Sometimes the student couldn't bear
to see the chink in the mentor's armor.

Sometimes the mentor didn't
even realize that's what he was.

But one thing was certain.

Once the change in the
relationship started to occur,

there was no way to stop it
or to go back.

Yes, hello?

I don't want her
picked up by strangers,

but I'll see to it
that Donald Hayes is there.

I want to talk to her myself.

"From too much
love of living,

"from hope and fear set free,

"we thank with brief thanksgiving
whatever gods there be

"that even the weariest river

"winds somewhere safe to sea."

Somehow,
I knew that through all this,

I had wrapped up
some unfinished business

with one of the most
important people in my life.

And I knew that one day, if
not this day, Carol would, too.