All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S02E04 Just Lucky, I Guess

It's all right, Lester.

He's just coming up
to fix the plumbing.

I, uh, told you I
was in hardware.

Ah...

I, uh, was just
admiring your ice cubes.

They're dripping
all over the floor.

Oh, heh-heh-heh. I'm sorry.

I, uh... I hope I'm not taking
up too much of your time.

You don't get out much on
your own, do you, Mr. Sloane?

It shows, huh?

I thought I was
being real smooth.

Uh... great ice cubes.

You know, I... I...

I can't figure out
why I'm so nervous.

Well, why don't you just relax.

You know something?

You could be a
model, or anything.

How come you...?

Never mind.

So go ahead and ask it.

How'd a nice girl like
me, et cetera, et cetera...?

No, uh...

Oh, it's none of my business.

Well, Mr. Sloane,

I was just lucky, I guess.

That's a joke.

And you're supposed to laugh.

What...? Relax.

It's not a shakedown.

Relax.

Who is it?

What's going on? The
police? Shh! No. Quiet.

Take the key. Hide somewhere.

I don't want any
trouble, please.

I have a wife... Shh! Quiet.

Come on in, Charley. Sit down.

Nothing. Nothing.

Okay, where is it?

Where's what?

I am running outta patience

and you're running out of time.

Where is it?

I haven't got it. I haven't.

I asked: where?

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

I am talking about
my merchandise.

Where, Angela?

Tell Charley Bombay.

Charley, you know I
wouldn't try anything.

Everybody tries.

But it's dumb to try
it with me, Angela.

Now, for the last time,
where is it, Angela?

I told you, I haven't got it.

I haven't.

What you haven't got
is a pretty face anymore.

Please, Charley. Please.

Charley, please. You silly...

Charley! Silly broad.

Please, Charley, please.

Hi, Steve.

Phil.

Did she jump, or was she pushed?

We don't know yet.

The bedroom's in
even worse shape.

Yeah, I saw it.

I wonder if he found
what he was looking for.

Hm.

Ice cubes barely melted.

Maybe we got
ourselves a witness.

I'll check it for prints.

Let me know.

Operator, uh, give me, uh...

Give me the Honolulu police.

Yeah?

I... I know, operator.

Uh, never mind. I... I...

Well, just never
mind. I'm sorry.

Uh, cancel the call, please.

I-I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Eighteen years old.

Says so on her
temporary driving permit.

Eighteen, huh?

Out brief candle. What else?

No record of employment,
arrests, hospital admission.

No bank account. Paid
for everything by cash.

Including 550 for the pad.

- Five-fifty a month?
- Right.

HPD figures she had
thousands of dollars

in clothing and jewelry.

Fancy, brother.

The autopsy showed
multiple needle marks.

Oh, now we get down
to the nitty-gritty, huh?

In the veins behind the knees?

That's the trick.

Eighteen and a mainliner.

What else?

From New Jersey. Says
so on her library card.

Okay, we got a young
girl from the mainland,

lots of money, no
visible means of support.

Shoots in the veins
behind the knees.

Adds up to one
thing: prostitute.

Only, strictly high-class.

Plenty of money
behind this operation.

Who does that sound like?

Charley Bombay.

Bombay all the way.

He's got all the young ones
all over Waikiki on a string.

And he's got a hand in
everything else that's rotten.

Okay, check her out with
the New Jersey State Police.

I want to know everything there
is to know on Angela Carlson.

Right. Oh, and HPD came up
with a good set of fingerprints

off that highball glass. They
wired them to Washington.

They'll get back to us as soon
as they have any information.

Chin, get some copies made.

I wanna know every
move she made last night.

Times, places.

Danno, hold the fort.
I gotta talk to a snake.

See who it is, Tom.

Come in, McGarrett.
Uh, it's okay, Tommy.

You almost caught me
with my finances down.

Sit down, or would you like
to call Internal Revenue first?

Oh, that's just a fine
and a couple years.

I got bigger things
for you, Charley.

Mm.

And what else is new, McGarrett?

I mean, you've been
after me for so many years.

Too long. I'm gonna bust
you this time, Charley.

Yeah? I'm a respectable
businessman.

I run a small nightclub.
What's to bust?

One of your girls got shoved
off a terrace last night, Charley.

Not one of mine.

I read her name in
the paper this morning.

Uh... uh...

Angela something.
Right? McGARRETT: Right.

Right. She worked
for you, remember?

Look, McGarrett, a lot
of people work for me.

Maybe she, uh,
worked as a waitress

for a couple of weeks.

I, uh, don't remember.

Would you like a drink?

Your waitresses live in

$550-a-month
apartments, Charley?

Well, maybe she had
something going for her.

She had something
going, Charley.

She was one of your girls.

Why did you kill her?

Oh, that's a nice bluff.

You got an alibi for last night?

You talk alibi, I
gotta talk lawyer.

Now, are you prepared to
come in all the way on this?

All the way.

Angela Carlson
was one of your girls.

She's pushing H
just like all the rest,

and you killed her because
she wouldn't kick back to you.

You're off base. You're not
even on first base. You're out.

Sure, sure.

- I'll see you, Charley.
- Hold it.

Next time, you bring a warrant.

I'll have it. And the
charge is murder one.

McGarrett.

Even if she did work for me,

would I drop her nine floors

just because she held
back a couple of dollars?

It doesn't figure,
and you know it.

Look, man, I
already told the HPD.

Yeah, well, you tell me.

But I didn't get a
good look at him.

He was a howlie, right?

About, uh, 40, 50?
Older, younger?

It was dark, man.
He hurried inside.

I didn't get a look at him.

And that's all you know? Yeah.

Look, brother, you hold
back and you're busted.

Maybe I'll fix it with your
boss to bring you downtown.

What for?

Well, to look through
a lot of mug shots.

Then maybe we'll talk a little
longer. You like that, brother?

He won't be in the mug shots.

Oh, he won't be there?

No. He was a visiting fireman.

A visiting fireman,
huh? What else?

Come on, give, brother, give.

Said he was in
the hardware line.

Hey, fellas, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, fellas, hold it!

Hold... Hey, will you hold?

Hold it. Hey, hey,
hold it a minute.

Fellas...

Look, will you please
hold it down a minute?

Ho... Hold it! Hold it.

Okay, that's better. All right.

Now, look, let's tell him now,
not wait until tonight, huh?

Yeah! What do you
say? Yeah. Swell.

Okay. All right. Now, look,

we had a nice lunch,
and before we break it up

there's something that I... I
just can't hold back any longer.

Marty Sloane, stand up.

Now, as you all know,

tonight, about 1,500
hardware dealers

are gathering together to
honor the man of the year.

The man, who by his hard
work and ethical practices,

has set an example
for all of us to follow.

The man that we
call Mr. Hardware.

Well, the votes are in.

And that man is
gonna be Marty Sloane.

Congratulations, pal.

Say, how about that, huh?

Well, I, uh...

I've been in the business
25 years, never won anything.

I, uh... I just
wanna say that...

I, uh...

I just wanna say
that it's a great honor.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I, uh...

You wanna see me?

This way, please.

Mr. Bombay.

Get back in a few, uh, minutes.

Hello?

What?

Are you sure then?

What's his name?

All right.

You made yourself a hundred.

You searched the
apartment last night?

We looked everywhere, Charley.

There was a guy there.

There was a guy there!

Five-0 just picked him up.

You saw us, Charley. We
turned the place upside down.

The terrace.

You were on the
terrace, Charley.

With the girl, remember?

I remember.

I remember... the terrace.

And a guy by the
name of Marty Sloane

is going to remember
too, you know.

And when he does...
When he does...

Find that guy.

And get our stuff back.

And kill him.

And I mean now!

Okay, you bought her a
drink and you left together.

No, I left alone.

Not according to the bartender.

Oh, uh... Oh, wait a minute.

I remember now.

Uh, we did leave
together like you said,

but, uh, then she went her way.

And you went her way.

Look, you have no
right to treat me this way.

I'm not a criminal.

I know exactly who
you are, Mr. Sloane:

Vice president in charge of
sales, Sacramento Hardware.

You've been married 18
years. You got four kids.

You're a member of a church.

Boy Scout leader, a respected
member of the community.

No, you're not a criminal.

Just a guy living
it up for a week.

You couldn't be more
wrong, Mr. McGarrett.

I don't think so. We
see your type every day.

You're here on a convention,
you wanna dance all night,

but when get into trouble,

when you have
to pay the piper...

You got me all wrong.

When you get into trouble
and you have to pay the piper,

you fall back on your
solid-citizen's act.

Now, what will
your wife, your kids,

your business associates
think about you being up

in that room with
an 18-year-old girl?

Eighteen?

Is that all she was? Eighteen?

I thought she was...
Well, she looked 25.

Just turned 18.

Okay, we're making
some progress.

Now, will you tell us what
happened up in that room?

Eighteen.

Just a year older
than my Gladys.

Mr. Sloane, will you help us

and tell us what happened
up in that apartment?

Oh, uh...

I left the bar with
her, like you said.

And we went back to her place,

and made some drinks.

And we talked
for a while, and...

And somebody
knocked on the door,

and I... I hid on the terrace.

Who came into the apartment?

I didn't see.

It was dark. I didn't see.

It was dark outside
on the terrace?

Yeah.

And the lights were on
inside the apartment?

Yeah.

And you couldn't see?

Well, she...

She just gave me a
key and told me to hide.

She gave you a what?

A key.

AIRLINE ANNOUNCER:
Flight number 17 now arriving

from Los Angeles
at gate number 12.

Would you believe?

Is somebody putting us on?

I don't know.

What is it?

To think I stopped
believing in him.

Who? Santa Claus.

What is it? H. Heroin.

Cute, huh? It's
warm, it's cuddly,

it sleeps, it cries.

And it's stuffed with more
than 2 pounds of uncut heroin.

Wow.

It's gotta be worth, what...?

A kilo of heroin...

a quarter of million
at least, huh?

Figures that's what flushed
Bombay out of his sewer.

Yeah, but how do we
tie Angela Carlson to it?

Maybe she stole it from Bombay?

Maybe somebody
gave it to her to push?

Whatever, that's not the point.

The fact is, she had it.
Bombay knew she had it.

And he wound up killing
her for it. You buy that?

A guy like Bombay doesn't
write off a quarter of a million.

He's looking for
this, looking hard.

It says here that Angela
Carlson had a... An older sister.

In New Jersey.

She's a patient in
an alcoholic ward.

Yeah, wouldn't it be
something if the sister turned up

to claim Angela's property?

What are you getting at, Steve?

Charley Bombay,
one way or the other.

We're gonna give him a
chance to buy this doll back.

Doesn't wash.
She's hospitalized.

How you gonna get her out here?

Well, we're pretty good
at manufacturing sisters,

aren't we? Heh, heh, heh.

♪ Tomorrow never com... ♪

All right, tell me
about it again.

My one and only record.

I was signed to do another one,

but I never showed
up for rehearsals.

The record company canceled
my contract. Said I was drunk.

That was a lie. The band
leader had it in for me.

What did you do after that?

Went back to club work. Some
crummy joint in New Jersey.

I could have made it big if
I didn't have to stay home

and play nursemaid to
my dumb kid sister, Angie.

What about your parents?

The usual number.

They ran a small bar
called Matty's Cozy Nook.

Pop took off after
Angie was born.

No one ever saw him again.

Mama died four years ago,

so I was stuck
taking care of the kid.

How old was Angela then?

Fourteen.

And you?

Twenty-six.

Where did you live?

Hoboken.

What address?

20, uh...

I forgot it, Steve...

Look, 29 McHale Street.

Apartment 4B.

29 McHale Street, Apartment 4B.

Joyce, it's gotta be
letter-perfect. I'll get it.

I'll get it. You'll get it?

Look, Angela's dead
because of this doll.

And Bombay'll
kill again to get it.

Well, it all comes within
a policewoman's territory.

All right. All right, let's
knock it off. It's late.

No. Let's hit it again. I
want to get it letter-perfect.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Okay. Insurance card,

social-security
card, drivers license,

airline ticket,

keys to home, keys to the hotel.

Union card.

AGVA, you know what that is?

American Guild
of Variety Artists.

Right.

How did you get started singing?

Uh, amateur night
at the Hudson Rialto.

I won second prize.

Do you have an agent?

Jack Barnum.

Where are his offices?

Um...

The Graystone
Building in Newark.

He also wrote my act
for another 10 percent.

Joyce, never, never
volunteer any information.

But now that you have, do you
pay commission to anybody else?

Yeah, 15 percent
to a Mr. Mayorca.

He's the head of some
kind of syndicate group.

I don't ask questions.

He pays for my vocal
arrangements and costumes.

I thought you said your
agent wrote your act.

Yeah, but he didn't
write the arrangements.

Well, aren't they
part of the act?

Yeah, they are, but they...

But they're not what?

Jack didn't write them.

Who wrote them? You
said the agent wrote the act.

Either he wrote it or
he didn't. Will you stop it.

I'm sorry.

Okay. You're tired.
It's late. We'll quit.

How about a drink, huh?

No.

What's the matter, mister?

You wanna put me
back in the psych ward?

That's good, Joyce.

Who is it?

Raquel Welch.

Are you ready, Marty?

I thought you were
gonna be ready.

I... I told you, we're
gonna celebrate tonight.

You're Mr. Hardware, man.

Now, come on. Get going.
I'll see you down at the bar.

Willie.

Can you wait a minute
and have a drink with me?

Well, the boys are waiting.

I-I told 'em I'd meet
'em. Just one drink.

Just one drink.

Okay. Why not?

Hey, either we're
having an earthquake

or something is shaking you up.

You're spilling it.

Must have been something I ate.

Yeah?

Willie.

How long have you been married?

Sixteen years.

Look, Marty, look,
we're gonna have a...

Listen, listen.

Did you ever get in
trouble with your wife?

I mean, you know, real trouble.

Not just an argument
over what movie to see.

Once.

Yeah, once.

I... I told her I was gonna
spend the night in town

with my brother.

Then she saw my
brother at a bingo game.

So, what happened?

What happened? The roof
fell in, that's what happened.

But after a while
she got over it.

Most women do, I think.

For the kids, maybe, but
for whatever reason, they do.

Did it, uh...?

Did it change anything?

What do you mean?

I mean, in your
personal relationship.

Well, to tell you
the truth, Marty,

uh, I don't know
about you and Nan,

but with Edna...

no.

No, it didn't change anything.

Nothing.

Well... suppose
there was big trouble.

Suppose it was not only
Edna who knew, but your kids,

and the boss and the
people you work with.

And your neighbors. Everyone.

Everyone who
matters in your life.

Hey, you're really
uptight, ain't you?

Well, I suppose I'd
swallow my pride,

look everybody
straight in the eye, and...

pack my bags for Siberia.

He never leaves the room.

Or he leaves with
a half a dozen guys.

Yeah, yeah. Hm...
Hold it. Just a moment!

Yeah, now listen:

You get him alone,
do you hear me?

We can't get him alone, Charley.

You'll find a way.

Or I'll get you alone.

Okay, Charley. Okay. Okay.

Now come in.

Hey, go.

Sit down.

Sit down.

So you're Angela
Carlson's sister.

Right.

You got something to sell, huh?

Something soft and white

and pure as the driven snow.

About 2 pounds of it.

Your sister gave it to you?

She left it where
I could find it.

I found it.

How much do you want
for this merchandise?

Two hundred thousand dollars.

You've got a great
sense of humor.

But don't push it.

You know what I mean?

Now, how much do you
want for this merchandise?

Why don't you make me an offer.

This is not my bag,
you understand.

I'm doing it for a
friend of mine, see?

Oh.

I think that, uh, he'll
go, uh, 100,000, top.

You're the one with
the sense of humor.

Easy, baby. Easy, baby.

You take it easy. Hey, look:

I know what good stuff is worth.

I priced it three
hours ago by phone

with a friend in Jersey City.

You got an offer
on the mainland?

Why do you come here?

Because I don't wanna
get caught flying back

with a suitcase full
of talcum powder.

Sit down.

Where do you live here?

Kaiolu Motel. Room 617.

The same one your hoods
searched about an hour ago.

Come on, you really
think I'm stupid enough

to keep the stuff in my room?

I have to cover all bases, baby.

Beginning with home plate.

Allen.

Allen, give me the
Kaiolu Motel, please.

Now, tell him who you are,

and ask him to give
you time and charges

on your call to New Jersey.

Hello.

This is Joyce Carlson, room 617.

I want time and charges
on a call to Jersey City.

Time and charges
on long-distance call

from room 617 to
Jersey City, New Jersey.

Four minutes, $12.80 plus tax.

Are you satisfied, Mr. Bombay?

That you made a call
to Jersey City, yes.

Well, anything else you
wanna know about me,

why don't you ask me?

Ready on your
call to New Jersey.

See, I got friends
in New Jersey too.

And maybe they know something
about you that I don't know.

Or maybe they don't
know you at all, baby.

Lou? Lou?

This is Charley Bombay.

Right, Honolulu.
How are you, Lou?

Fine. Listen, Lou. Lou, listen.

I wanna find out something, Lou.

Listen, let's go get
some Chinese food, huh?

The Chen Chung Fou.
I... Yeah, that's a great...

Hey, wait, Mart... Marty, wait.
Wait a moment. Where you going?

We're gonna try
the bar, and then...

Look, I need... I
need to take a drive.

Get some air.
I'll see you later.

Yeah, we'll see you later.

Come on, I... I know
just the place to go.

Get outta here.

Help me. They tried to kill me.

Come on, Mr. Sloane.

They... My God,
they tried to kill me.

Why would anyone wanna kill you?

Because they were
connected with that girl.

How would you know? You said
you didn't see anyone that night.

Look, I'm a citizen. I
have a right to police...

A right? Yes!

That's very funny, Mr. Sloane.

We protect 2 million
a year like you.

You come and you go.

You play games in that
100-square-block called Waikiki.

Pretty stupid games.

Things you wouldn't be
caught dead doing back home.

But still we protect you. We
bust our guts to protect you.

But when we need your help,
it's a different story, isn't it?

Now, who was in that
apartment? Who killed her?

What did you see?

I told you, I didn't see
anything. It was dark.

Look. Look at him.

Did you see him? Was he there?

Is this the man who
threw her off the terrace?

Please, Mr. McGarrett.

I don't know. I didn't see.

There was a palm in the way.

You're lying, Mr. Sloane.
Oh, no, I'm not.

I can see in your
face. I didn't see.

Look, will you please
help us? Please.

Was it him?

I can charge him with
murder. I can make it stick.

But I need your help.

Think of that 18-year-old
girl lying on the pavement.

Same age as your daughter.

Stop it.

I told you I can't
identify anyone.

I saw nothing.

You're lying. Nothing!

You're lying.

I know you saw
something and you know it.

Now get outta here.

One hundred thousand.
You take it or leave it.

You turn me down
and you are in trouble.

Now, come on, now.
Make up your mind.

Let's face it. You know, you
really only have one chance.

One choice.

Now, come on, now.

I don't scare easily.

Neither did your sister
scare easy, you know.

Now, what do you say?

You've got yourself a deal.

Good.

Five-0 to Central. I'm
getting 'em loud and clear.

But we make the
exchange in a public place.

I'll call that shot.

No, you don't.

I meet you in private, I
don't live long enough

to sing four bars of
"Yankee Doodle Dandy."

Yeah, all... Okay. You name it.

Ala Moana Center. Just
you. None of your hoods.

I bring the flour.
You bring the bread.

Take the little lady back home.

She had a busy day
and busier tomorrow.

Well, take her.

No...

Now, everything go as we say.

Count one hundred G's.

You cross me...

and you'll count yourself dead.

Operator. Room
341. I'm checking out.

Uh, have my bill ready, please.

Thank you.

Where you going, Mr. Sloane?

I'm getting outta
here right now.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sloane.
You're in protective custody.

You'd better unpack.

You'd better.

What do you guys
want with me? What?

I told you I don't
know anything.

McGarrett thinks he
can slap me into talking.

It won't work.
You tell him that.

Look at that.

I've been through a
war, two operations,

four years in Little
League baseball.

I got the shakes.

The shakes.

Can I get you something?

Yeah.

Some guts.

How about a shine,
lady? No, thanks.

Listen, Bombay says
you better come with me.

You tell him to get lost.

And bring the doll.

You better do
like he says, lady.

Please, lady.

Don't make me do
something I don't wanna do,

'cause Bombay's my connection.

Now, please:

This way.

Hold it. Hold it.

What are we waiting for?

He's gotta have the
stuff in his possession.

All units, Bombay just arrived.

Be very careful. He
hasn't got anything on him.

Let's go.

You were supposed
to meet me inside.

Yes, but it's a
nice day, you see,

so I felt like walking.

You got the doll in there?

Yeah, you got the bread?

Yes, and I have it right
here, baby. Right here.

Well, then, let's
get it over with.

No hurry. No hurry.

Let's get outta here.

All units. He's headed
for the Piikoi exit. Stop him.

Watch it.

Take it over.

Call an ambulance.

We'll take Bombay.
Come on, let's go.

You're under arrest.

What's the charge, McGarrett?

I'm holding no gun.
I have nothing here.

What's the charge, huh?

What's the charge?

Let's go.

Is there an ordinance

about throwing dolls in
the ocean, McGarrett?

You killed Angela Carlson
for what was in that doll.

Mm. Yeah?

You can prove it, huh?

Jenny, send him in.

Take a good look
at him, Mr. Sloane.

He's a narcotics
peddler and a murderer.

And I'm gonna have to turn
him loose in a few minutes

unless you help us.

You really know how to dig
them up, don't you, McGarrett.

First, a policewoman
that, uh, sells dolls.

Uh, and now this... jerk here.

This... Heh, heh. This joker.

This Mr. Punk, here.

That's what he thinks
of you, Mr. Sloane.

Jerk, punk, gutless.

Is that what you are?

Did you ever see
this man before?

And I use the
word "man" loosely.

No. No, never.

I think I go home
now, McGarrett.

You know, I had a...
A lot of exercise today.

I'm very tired.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Please, Mr. Sloane, listen:

We can put him away
for the rest of his life

if the charge is murder.

Now, will you please help us?

Do you think you're
protecting yourself,

your way of life,
the people you love?

There is no way you can
stay uninvolved. No way.

Look at him.

He's a cancer that
feeds on society.

And you're part of that society.

Do you think you can
close your eyes to what he is

and to what he does?

You think you can
tune up the music

and drown out the cries
of help from his victims?

Kids like your daughter.

He hooks girls on dope

and gets them into
prostitution to feed the habit.

He's a procurer, a dope
peddler and a murderer.

Now, look.

Are you gonna let
him walk outta here?

I...

I saw him.

He... He did it.

He did it.

Now you're off
your rocker, mister.

I saw you do it! You
shoved her off the terrace!

You beat her up and
then you killed her!

Danno, take him outta here.

Book him. Murder one.

I'll get you for...
I'll get you for this.

I'll get you for this.

Well, I'll worry about it

99 years from now.

I... I guess I showed him

I wasn't a lousy little
hardware salesman.

You showed him more than that.

Well, I'll... I'll stay
here and testify.

Not gonna be easy
for you back home.

Family, friends, you know that.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But it'd be harder
to live with myself

knowing that I helped him
get away with a murder.

You know,

when people like you get
involved, really involved,

wake up the rats, the snakes,
like Bombay, they're dead.

I read somewhere,

"Any man's death diminishes me,

because I am
involved in mankind."

I admire you,
Mr. Sloane. I thank you.

Come on, I'll drive
you back to the hotel.