All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S01E11 By the Numbers

Last call for all
families and dependents

meeting military personnel

for rest and
recreation in Honolulu.

Please board R and R
bus at Baggage Area 9.

Hey, Jerry.

Oh, hi, Joe. Hi, Jerry,
did your wife show?

Uh, no.

Jerry, you've been
meeting every bus

since yesterday afternoon.

Well, it's a long
ways from Wisconsin.

I-I figure she missed a
connection somewhere.

What are you
gonna do until 6:00?

Well, just hang around, I guess.

Look at this.

Numbers ticket? A winner.

I bought it this morning
in Lunalilo Park.

Huh, no kidding,
what do you get for it?

A hundred and
seventy-five bucks.

Now, you and I
can do Hotel Street

from one end to
the other, first class.

Thanks, Joe, but I'd
better stick around.

I'll have you back
by 6:00. Oh, yeah.

That's what you said in Saigon,

and we didn't get
back for two days.

Yeah, but that was unavoidable.

No. Joe, I can't take the
chance of missing a single bus.

I mean, how would it
look if Laurie arrived

and I wasn't even
here to meet her?

We've got enough
problems with our marriage.

Okay, pal.

I hope everything
comes out all right.

Good luck.

Hiya, Johnny.

I been looking all
over Hotel Street for ya.

You've been looking
for me, soldier?

Well, yeah. You
owe me 175 bucks.

Come on.

Here's the ticket, number eight.

Yeah, yeah. I can
see the ticket, soldier.

What's it have to do with me?

What do you mean?
You sold it to me.

I hear a lot of GIs talking.

They say one gook
looks like another.

It must be the
same with you, huh?

I look like some other gook.

Hold it, kid.

You're gonna pay
off on this ticket.

What ticket, soldier?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the 'Iolani Palace.

The only royal palace
on American soil.

Steve,

we've got to do something
about Hotel Street.

Another serviceman was killed
in that area a few hours ago.

Private Joe Crewes,
173rd Airborne Division

returned to
Honolulu for R and R,

found stabbed to
death in an alley.

Yes, sir, I know
it, we're on it.

That's not good enough.

Servicemen here on
leave from Vietnam

have been subjected to
beatings, robberies, now murder.

If something isn't done, the
whole area will be off-limits

to all armed-forces personnel.

Be bad for business.

The merchants retailing
drugs, sex and gambling,

might even march on the palace.

Look, Steve, your
cynicism has some validity,

and I don't want
to squeeze Five-0.

I know that, sir. And I don't
wanna paint every merchant

in the Hotel Street area
with the same black brush.

Where there's a rotten
spot, we'll dig it out.

We have to.

Servicemen come back here

after months of
combat for a rest.

The least we can do is
guarantee their safety.

It will be done, sir. I promise.

Danno, Chin, come on in.

Let's run down
the Crewes killing.

No witnesses. Nobody
saw him enter the alley.

Nobody heard him yell.
Who found the body?

H.P.D. They're
working on it too.

So far, nothing. Autopsy report?

He died of internal bleeding
from a single knife wound.

He must have put up a
fight. Knuckles were skin bare.

Poor guy comes back
from six months of combat,

and dies in a crummy alley.

McGARRETT: Question is, why?

Have any money on
him? Twenty-five bucks.

That lets out robbery.

And the usual identification.

Also an unmailed
letter to his wife.

You read it?

Soaked through with his blood.

Lab's working on it.

What else? KONO: Got something.

Well, he came to
services every Sunday,

even in the boondocks.

And then after services,

he'd talk about
his wife and kids.

He had two.

When you write to them,
you might send them that.

I think they should have it.

Thanks, McGarrett.

Would you know what he was
doing on Hotel Street this afternoon?

I suppose what they
all do, try to unwind.

How? Women? Booze?

No. Those weren't his things.

He liked to gamble, though.

Once I saw him throw
11 passes in a row.

Almost broke the barracks.
Was dice his game?

A game was his game. Does
that tell you anything, McGarrett?

Yeah, but I need to know
more. What about his friends?

Oh, he had a hundred of 'em.

But there was only
one close one, though.

Private Jerry Franklin?

Yeah.

My name is Steve
McGarrett, Jerry.

I'm with Five-0, state police.

The chaplain said I could
probably find you here.

Something happen to my wife?

Your wife?

I've been waiting for her to
come in from the mainland.

I-I'm worried. Is
that why you're here?

No.

No, it's about Joe Crewes.

Oh, sure.

That's really great, isn't it?

Really great.

We just come in from
Nam, him and me.

Gonna live a little
now in Honolulu.

Well, I sit here waiting for a
wife who doesn't even show.

And Joe... is dead.

I'm sorry, Jerry.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Well, 2, maybe 3:00.

He said, "Come on,
Jerry, let's do Hotel Street,

one end to the other.

First class all the way."

That's expensive.

He only had $25 in his
wallet when he was found.

Well, he was gonna get 175.

He won it on a numbers
ticket, was gonna cash it in.

He was gonna cash it?
Did you see the ticket?

Yeah. Do you
remember the number?

I was worried about my wife,

wondering why she
wasn't on the bus.

What about the color?
Was it red, green, black?

I don't remember.

Well, try to think, Jerry.

It might give us a lead
to your buddy's killer.

Green, maybe. I'm just
not sure, Mr. McGarrett.

McGARRETT: He was
holding a winning ticket.

The ticket color was green.

Does that mean something?

Numbers, Mr. Lo, numbers.

Or haven't you
heard about numbers?

I run a nightclub,
Mr. McGarrett.

A respectable place
for rest and relaxation.

Why should I know
anything about rackets?

Cards on the table, Mr. Lo.
We both know you're in numbers.

We both know your
runners use green tickets.

Is that an accusation?

A statement of fact.

Fact is something
that can be proven.

And we can prove it.

But right now I wanna know

why that serviceman was killed.

If what you say is true...

If a serviceman was killed
involving a numbers payoff.

Surely you wouldn't believe
that I could be involved

in such a... A penny-ante game.

Maybe not you.

But somebody from
your organization, yes.

And you'd better
turn him over fast

before you find
yourself involved

as an accessory after the fact.

This has been very
amusing, Mr. McGarrett.

But obviously a
total waste of time.

Murder is hardly a
waste of time, Mr. Lo.

There's an attorney outside,
says he represents Mr. Lo.

Has a writ for his release.

Tell him Mr. Lo
will be right out.

Thank you, Mr. McGarrett.

It's kind of you to let me go.

Oh, by the way,

if you'd care to send
the name and address

of the dead serviceman

to my bookkeeper,
George Barker...

You mean your
enforcer, George Barker.

I like to keep the
record straight.

As I said, I run a legitimate
business, Mr. McGarrett.

I need no enforcer.

At any rate, my organization
would like to make a donation

to the bereaved family
of the serviceman.

How would you like
to buy me a drink?

Why not?

Oh, knock it off, Lo.

In my office.

That's for my discomfort
with McGarrett, little brother.

Now we will discuss
another little problem.

The last bag you picked
up was short. Almost $600.

Look, I just run it, I don't
book it. Why lay it on me?

Why?

There was $200 missing
from the take before that.

You're getting to be an
expensive messenger boy.

I wouldn't steal
from my own brother.

For this you would.

Junkie, you told me
you were off the stuff.

I pay my own way. How?

With a
hundred-dollar-a-day habit,

how do you pay your own way?

I steal from you, big
brother. That's what you said.

And when you
don't steal from me?

I have my own sources.

Are you on R and R, soldier?

Yeah.

I just got in 48 hours ago.

How do you like Honolulu?

I don't.

But, uh, maybe you
can change my mind.

It's been known to happen.

You're awful pretty, you know?

Your wife must
be very pretty too.

I thought about
taking the ring off.

Hey, don't worry about
it. It doesn't bother me.

You been booking
on the side, John?

What if I have?

How do you pay
off when you lose?

By putting a knife
on the servicemen?

No more, John.

I'm warning you.

Don't warn me.

Give me. Be a little
generous with your kid brother.

I'll be generous with you

when you can prove
you're off that stuff.

There is no room
in this organization

for a junkie-turned-killer.

Had a buddy killed
around here this afternoon.

Hey, 25th
Infantry, that's right.

We went through 12
months of hell together.

Never mind, Jerry.

The cops were
all over the place.

They'll find who did it.

I'd sure like to find him first.

What do you think you'd do?

What do you think I'd do?

Hey, hey, hey, you better
take it easy on that stuff.

I may want you to take me home.

Oh, yeah?

Well, all right.

We'll talk about it.

I'll be back in a minute.

Yeah? Irene, where are you?

I'm on the job, Georgie,
or should I say, jobs.

You drunk?

Yeah, a teeny-weeny eeny bit.

Don't get cute with me. Lo pays
you 100 dollars a week to drink.

I'd pay you 150 not to.

You can't see or hear
anything under the table, Irene.

Oh, Georgie, honey,
you're loosing your cool.

Grab hold of yourself.

Lo finds out you're on
my team, we're finished.

Hey, listen, you.

I am very careful,
and I am very helpful.

I think you can take
care of the job tonight.

You found a setup?

Yeah, a friend of the
soldier who was killed today.

But I have to get him out of
here while he can still walk.

You just improved

our employee-employer
relationship, baby.

Listen, Georgie, baby,
when it's all over...

I'll have a finger in every
racket in the islands.

Yeah, what about me?

Like I told you, baby,
uh, we'll play it by ear.

Okay, kid, beat it.

Irene's trying to set it up for
tonight at the beach house.

Tato, a nice clean
job that comes off,

I'd buy you a
hundred pairs of shoes

and your own shoeshine boy.

♪ On a Saturday
night We got married ♪

♪ Me and my wife settled down ♪

♪ But now me and
my wife Are parted ♪

♪ I'm gonna take A
little trip downtown ♪

♪ Irene ♪

♪ Good night, Irene ♪

♪ Irene, good night ♪

♪ Good night, Irene ♪

♪ Good night, Irene ♪

♪ I'll see you in my dreams ♪

♪ Irene, good night, Irene ♪

♪ Irene, good night ♪

♪ Good night, Irene ♪

♪ Good night, Irene ♪

♪ See you in my dreams ♪

How you like that tune?
That's beautiful, Jerry.

Now, watch your step.

Music to pass out by.

I don't think you'll
make another chorus.

♪ Irene, good night, Irene ♪

♪ Irene, good night ♪

♪ Good night, I... ♪

I-I've gotta get
back to the, uh, fort

in time to meet the first bus.

Now, don't you
worry about a thing.

I will have you back in time.

Philip Lo, huh?

Danno.

What do we got, Danno?

This was found clutched
in Philip Lo's hand.

Jerry Franklin.

He didn't show at
the fort this morning.

They got an APB out on him.

Time of death established?

Not yet.

Anybody hear a
shot? See anything?

Kono and Chin are
checking the neighborhood.

Why would he come here?

Why would he kill Lo?

You said you were worried

about Franklin
getting into trouble.

Trouble, not murder.

What does it look like, George?

Looks like Lo and
the GI struggled,

then Franklin shot him.

And you figured
this was ripped off

sometime during the struggle?

Could very well be.

Not much to go on
when you're talking

about a first-degree murder rap.

The kid just got back from
Vietnam. What's the motive?

His best friend was murdered.

I don't buy it.

Thank you.

Anything?

The service-station attendant
down the road said a GI

came in to use the phone
about 6 this morning,

just as he was opening
for business. GI?

Get a description?

No, the attendant
said he was too busy.

But he saw the
patch, 25th Infantry.

Okay, there's an
APB out on Franklin.

But I want him first.

It's your bag, Chin.

But there must be a thousand
places a guy could hide out.

Well, you've got a
thousand relatives. Use 'em.

Kono, check your informers.

I wanna know
everything they have

on John Lo and George Barker.

Numbers two and three men
in the Philip Lo organization.

Right now, they're one and two.

That may add up to something.

Danno,

find out about Lo's private
life, especially women,

and this beach house. I
wanna know when he bought it,

why he bought it, and
if he occupied it alone.

Bits and pieces, Steve.
What are you really after?

We've got an iceberg, Danno.

Two homicides and a
wanted GI on the surface.

Below?

Maybe the answer
to making Hawaii safe

for every GI on R and R.

Hello, Mr. McGarrett.

Sol.

What'll you have?

A little information.

If it's got anything to do
with the boss's murder,

I, uh, don't like
to talk of the dead.

I'm superstitious.

Okay, we'll talk
about the living.

And I never gossip.

Good, I can use
some facts, not gossip.

I'm looking for a GI.

Could have been in
here last night, drinking.

That fits the description of
half the guys that come in here.

Well, this kid was
aching to get loaded:

21 years old, 5 feet 9,
10, dark hair, medium build,

wore the Purple Heart
and a combat badge.

Private first-class,
25th Infantry.

Ring a bell?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember him.

He was bombed.

How bombed was he?

Look, I don't have time

to give these guys
the balloon test.

Could he walk? Barely.

That means he couldn't
drive a car, right?

This guys couldn't have
even held the wheel.

If it's the same
guy I'm talkin' about,

he couldn't even read the check.

If it wasn't for Irene, he'd
still be under the table.

Irene? Who's Irene?

Park, she works here.

And they left together?

If she had hiccupped,
he'd have fallen down.

Where is she now?

Girl like that, who
knows? Make a guess.

Your guess will be as
good or bad as mine.

What else, Sol?

That's all of it, Mr. McGarrett.

Except for one thing.

What's that?

Where do I find Irene?

All right, sun
goddess, roll over.

You're done on that side.

Hi, Georgie.

Couldn't pick a
tougher place to find?

Well, since I haven't
seen you in so long,

I figured you might
like to meet in a place

where we could be alone.

Cut the jazz. I'm in no
mood to play games.

You got something
to say, say it. I'm busy.

You're busy.

You know, Georgie, I
get a very strong feeling

you're trying to use me.

Baby, you were used a long
time before I ever met you.

You go to... Irene,
stop with the cuteness.

We're taking a chance
being seen together.

Yeah. Better with
you than McGarrett.

He went to the club, and
he's been asking questions.

Nothing to get worried about.

So the bartender told
him you were with the kid?

Yeah.

Your story was you left
the GI in the parking lot

he went his way, you went yours.

All right, I'll try and
sell him on that.

But the bartender also said

that there's been
someone trying to call me.

No names, no messages?

No, it's gotta be the soldier.

Can you blame him?
The kid's sweatin'.

Yeah, so am I. What if
McGarrett finds him and ties me in?

No chance. He won't
be around long enough

to talk to McGarrett. Yeah,
well, even so, Georgie,

I think it's time that Irene
baby takes a little vacation.

Look, you disappear now

and McGarrett
makes a connection.

You hang around,
big as life, understand?

Where is he now, Tato?

He just went into a fleabag.

1153 Maunakea. Okay.

Now, if he moves,
don't lose him.

Want me to take care of him now?

He'll be taken care
of, but not by you.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Laurie...

What happened? Where are you?

I need you.

I need you. I need you.

I need you.

Yeah?

May I please
speak to Irene Park?

Oh, it's you again.

I told you she's not here.
Eight o'clock, understand?

You're driving me nuts, pal.

Please, i-is there some
place I can reach her?

Really, i-it's terribly
important. Please.

I told you we don't give
out the girls' phone numbers.

If you wanna leave a message,
okay. Otherwise, I'm busy.

Now, look, kid. Between
the soldier looking for you,

and McGarrett coming
in here asking questions,

you better be careful.

Miss Park?

My name is Williams. Save it.

Oh, man, this place is
drawing cops like flies.

Good reason. What were you
doing at the beach last night?

Oh, you come on very strong.

A woman was seen driving
away early this morning.

Well, I think that there are
other women on the island,

or haven't you heard?

But you're the only woman
who was Philip Lo's girlfriend.

Don't make me laugh.

Philip Lo was old
enough to be my father.

And generous enough to
buy the place for you as a gift.

Oh, you dabble
in real estate too.

Okay, he bought me a house.

But you see, I wasn't
at the house last night.

Philip used the house
whenever he liked.

Hey, for a cop,
you're kind of cute.

Let me buy you a drink.

Save it.

You were with Private
Franklin last night.

Yes. And others.

Hey, look, I have
nothing to hide.

Otherwise, why would I
be hanging around here,

waiting for jokers
like you to roust me?

You're smart enough
to know if you ran,

we'd make a connection.

That I killed Philip Lo?

If you didn't, you know
who did, and you know why.

The newspapers said

that Private
Franklin killed him.

You know, with
this line of yours,

you could really
make me dislike you.

Wait a few hours, then
you can really hate me.

I'll call in. Tell the boss

the guy in the clothing
store identified Franklin.

He must be holed up
in a block somewhere.

Hold it, Kono. Over there.

Name's Tato. He's
a torpedo for Barker.

What's he doing here?

Well, let's find out.

Tato.

I know you?

Five-0.

Take him in, Kono.
I'll check out the hotels.

What were you doing
on Maunakea Street?

I told you five or six times, I
was getting my shoes shined.

Your boss Barker sent
you down there. Why?

Barker who?

Steve, it matches.

Lo was killed by a
bullet from Tato's gun.

Okay, Tato, what about it?

I got rights, McGarrett.

From now on, I don't talk.

Kono, get him outta here.

So where are we now, Steve?

Catching up fast, Danno.

Tato worked for Barker,
Philip Lo was killed.

Now Barker's number
two in Lo's organization.

Gives us motive.

What about Jerry Franklin?

Could be a setup.

If Irene Park was working
both sides of the fence

with Barker and Lo,

Private Franklin is the
perfect patsy for the Lo killing.

Makes sense. Barker is quite
an enterprising young man.

He's a real success story.

His rise from a two-bit
torpedo to number-two man,

in one of the biggest gambling
establishments in the islands.

And when you're number
two, you try a little harder.

Right now, there's only one punk
between Barker and the top spot.

John Lo.

Yeah.

Little brother John Lo.

Didn't get a chance
before, John.

Can't tell you how sorry I am.

Sorry for what, old buddy?

Your brother Philip's dead.

Or don't you know what
just went on out here?

I got the message.
Loud and clear.

Big brother got it,

and now little Johnny's
riding the king's seat.

Little John's
riding high, all right.

How many pops did you
have, Johnny? Two? Three?

Just enough, old
buddy. Just enough.

The road ahead
is clean and clear

and lined with gold all the way.

Meaning you're moving
into the number-one spot

in the organization?

You know, Georgie.

Little John's number one, hm?

Georgie's number two.

Or maybe you're
thinking different, pal.

I'm thinking you're
never gonna make it.

Don't give me the hard
lines, Georgie. I'm moving up.

If the boys buy you, maybe.

What's to buy? Who
else is there? You?

No, no sweat from me.
I'm happy where I am.

Then what are you
giving me, Georgie?

It's what you're giving us.

A boss who was an
errand boy for his brother

and a junkie on top of it.

They got no choice.
It's gotta be me.

If you can prove it.

Prove what? How?

Somebody just killed
your brother. Who?

The soldier. Who else?

What are you gonna about it?

What's to do?

You gotta get him, John.

Ah, come off it, pal.
That's for the fuzz.

Wrong. That's for
the man that wants

to fill his brother's shoes.

If you can't do it, then
they won't buy you.

Get the boy in khaki, huh?

Yeah, sure. That's it.

Only I gotta
find the jerk first.

Done.

Where?

Sure, that's the answer.

There it is, Steve.

The lab says the
blood stains on it

match the same type
as Private Crewes.

What about John Lo?

He's sweating
it out in the tank.

Only a matter of
time before he cracks.

Look, Irene, he says if
you don't take this call,

he's gonna walk right in here.

And he sounds
crazy enough to do it.

Hello. Irene?

It's Private Franklin.

Yeah, where are you?

In a phone booth a couple
of miles from the club.

Irene, I've gotta talk to
you. You've gotta help me.

Hey, n-now, you
take it easy, soldier.

Take it easy? Every cop
in town is looking for me.

Irene, you know I
didn't kill anyone.

I passed out
a-a-and... Now, look.

We can't talk about
it on the phone.

Well, we've gotta talk about
it some way. I'm innocent,

Irene, a-and you
can help me prove it.

Yeah, well, listen, you
can't come to the club.

Hotel Street is just
swarming with cops.

Please, Irene.

All right, Jerry, listen.

Do you know where the
Kapiolani Park is in Waikiki?

No, but I-I can find it.

All right, now, look.

It's... It's just past 3.

I'll meet you there
at 5:00 in the park.

Where?

It's the outside theater,
and it's called the Shell.

John Lo killed Crewes.

Tato killed Philip Lo, right?

Two homicides down.

And with Barker looking for
him, Franklin could make three.

Why don't we put Barker on ice?

Tato was his boy.

John Lo keeps screaming

the only reason he
went after Franklin

is because Barker
pushed him into it.

He may lead us to the kid.

Besides, I want Barker
for the whole ball of wax.

With him out of the way,
so are numbers for a while,

and pushers will
have to look around

for another source of supply.

Hello. Yeah, put him on.

Yes, chaplain, what
can I do for you?

When? Good, good.

Thank you, sir,
for letting me know.

Yes, I will.

That was Chaplain Anderson.

He just heard from
Laurie Franklin,

Private Franklin's wife.

She's due in tomorrow.

We gotta find that GI
before Barker does.

Wait a minute.

I got an idea.

Pick up Irene Park.

All right, now, you listen
to me and listen good.

The take at the Lunalilo
was only 11 thou.

I want those numbers pushed,
and I want them pushed hard.

There's 10,000
GI's in this town,

and every mother's
son is carrying back pay.

I want more than we're getting.

You're a pig, Georgie.

You've got more dough
rolling in from numbers,

pushers and prosties than
you know what to do with it.

I came from a poor
background, I'm insecure, okay?

Now, what stupidity
brought you here?

Georgie, take it easy.

How can I? I'll bet today's take

McGarrett's followed
you here. You're stupid.

Hey, Georgie, come on.

You do that again...

Look, I tried to call
you, you were out.

I had to come here.
The soldier contacted me.

Where? Where is he?

He's on the run, scared.

Now, look, if they catch
him alive, he's gonna talk.

Georgie, I've set him up.

How?

I'm gonna meet him
at the Shell, 5:00.

That's two hours.

He'll be met all
right. But not by you.

Yeah, well, you better
take care of it, Georgie,

because his story could bury us.

Yeah, get... Beat it.

Miss Park. I think
we've met before.

Hey, what does it take,

a court order to get
you fuzz out of my hair?

You got more than
cops bugging you.

Or do you shoot
pool every afternoon?

Hey, what are you
arresting me for?

Suspicion of murder
in the death of Philip Lo.

All right, I'll ask you again.

Private Franklin, where
is he? I want the truth.

I don't know, I told
you. Nothing but lies.

Please, I'm so tired.
Okay, we begin again.

Oh, no. Yes.

Barker was a long
shot but you figured

he'd take over the rackets
so you cast your lot with him.

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

When the chips were
down, you helped kill for him.

Look, you can't pin this on me.

You're pinning it on yourself.

You drove that
kid out to the house

and set him up
for the Lo killing.

No, no. Tato
admitted killing Lo.

Look, what do you want
from me? What do you want?

I wanna know where
Private Franklin is,

and I want you to
tell us he was framed.

Irene, look...

if you go the full route,
you'll rot for 20 to 30 years.

Cooperate. Turn
state's evidence.

Maybe the prosecutor
will put a word in for you

with the court.

You're an attractive woman.
Do you know what you'll look like

when you get out of
prison in 20 to 30 years?

Think about it.

Now, where is Jerry Franklin?

Franklin!

Stand still, baby, you're
not going anywhere.

Where's Irene?

Come off it, soldier,
you can't be that square.

What's that supposed to mean?

Who do you think set
you up in the first place?

Irene.

Sweet Irene.

You're lyin'.

And you're stupid.

Drop it.

You're under arrest for murder.

Book him, Danno.

Jerry.

Easy.

It's all right,
kid. It's all right.

It's all over.

I, uh... I never got a
chance to thank you guys

for saving my life.

Well, you'll be back in
action in a couple of weeks,

so let's call it even, huh?

What are you
waiting for, soldier?