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♪ They call it Stormy Monday ♪

♪ Tuesday's Just as bad ♪

♪ Call it stormy Monday ♪

♪ Tuesday's just as bad ♪

♪ Wednesday's worse ♪

♪ Thursday's Also sad ♪

♪ Eagle flies on Friday ♪

If I'd have known she was gonna sing,

I could have sold tickets.

♪ Saturday I go out to play ♪

♪ Eagle flies on Friday ♪

♪ Saturday I go out to play ♪

♪ Sunday I go To church ♪

♪ I kneel down And pray ♪

♪ I cried Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ Cried Lord, Lord Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ My heart's in misery ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

Hold it, Harry.

Now, just a second, officer. Arms on the wall.

Thanks for your cooperation, Harry.

It's my pleasure, officer.

Inside. Now, wait a minute.

Start stripping. Stripping?

♪ Won't you send My baby back to me? ♪

♪ Crazy about my baby ♪

♪ Won't you send my baby Back to me? ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Send him home to me ♪

Nice, nice, nice, nice.

Brings back memories.

Yeah.

Chicago. About ten years ago, right, Eadie?

Chicago. That's... That's right, Rags.

Hey, what are you cats doing on this rock anyway?

Well, I've sort of taken up surfing.

And while he's having fun,

I'll be doing a gig at the Shell.

The Shell? Oh. Wild.

Next time, buster, Harry don't volunteer.

Cop wants to put a hand on me,

he's gonna have to have a warrant.

I'd like to get there,

but I'd like to get there in one piece.

Uh-oh.

Good luck.

Police officer. May I see

your driver's license, please?

Oh, yeah, sure, officer. Ha-ha-ha!

I guess I crowded you a little bit back there, huh?

Sorry.

I hope you're not gonna make a federal case out of this.

I mean, uh, nobody was hurt.

And I admit I had a couple of drinks back at the club.

Is the lady all right?

Oh, yeah.

She's fine. I'm fine.

Everything is cool.

I'd like to search your car, Mr. Martin.

W-what for?

You can give me permission right here,

or we can go to the nearest police station.

I can get a search warrant.

Up to you.

Whoo-hoo. Ho-ho. You leave me no choice.

Go ahead, be my guest.

Five-0 calling Central Dispatch.

Go ahead, Five-0.

Want an APB out...

on a '70 Mustang, yellow car,

last seen heading Coco Head direction on Kahala Avenue.

Suspect Michael Martin.

Possession of narcotics...

and assaulting a police officer.

H.P.D. report just came in.

Martin insisted on being given tests for alcohol and drugs.

He came up clean.

Everything negative.

How's your head? Lousy.

Maybe this will make you feel better.

No record on Eadie Jordan,

but your friend Martin just got through serving a stretch.

For what?

Michael Donald Martin, released a month ago

from federal hospital in Lexington, Kentucky.

Six months for possession and use of heroin.

I'll see you.

Still wrong. Maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm doing something wrong.

No, baby, you're the queen. - Yeah, yeah.

The queen can do no wrong.

Aw, thank you, brothers.

In that case, pick up the tempo,

or you're all fired.

Okay, okay. Let's quit the horsing.

I'll tell you what, honey.

Let's, uh, put that one aside

and go to "Trouble in Mind," okay?

Fine. Brass, you can cool it and take five.

♪ I'm gonna lay ♪

♪ Lay my head ♪

♪ On some lonesome Railroad line ♪

♪ Let the 2:19 train ♪

♪ Ease my worried mind ♪

♪ Trouble in mind ♪

♪ I'm here ♪

♪ My poor heart Is beating slow ♪

♪ Never had no trouble ♪

♪ In my life before ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

That was beautiful, gentlemen.

Let's take five.

Well, how was it?

Perfect, as always.

Would you like some coffee?

Mm-hm. Okay.

I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Martin.

McGarrett, Five-0.

Oh, sure, Mr. McGarrett.

Uh, would you mind stepping over there?

Wanna talk to me about last night, I suppose.

Yeah. That's right.

I'd like to hear from you exactly what happened.

Heh! I must have told that story

at least a half a dozen times last night...

before the bail bondsman came.

Well... just one more time, Mr. Martin.

Okay.

Eadie and I... dropped into Kiley's Bar

to see an old friend of ours, Rags.

We sat in for a while, and then we left.

I was driving back to the pad, and all of a sudden,

this car came whizzing by and forced us off the road.

And this big guy gets out and starts threatening me.

So I picked up a rock, and I hit him with it.

I mean, I was scared.

Then we took off.

I'm telling you, man, I was scared. Really scared.

That's not the way my man told it.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but that's the way it happened.

Look, Mr. Martin, I don't mind telling you...

Eadie. Uh, this is Mr. McGarrett,

Hawaii Five-0.

Happy to know you, Miss Jordan.

Anyway, what I was about to say...

Uh... this little misunderstanding

with the police, I'm...

I'm willing to forget all about it.

I mean, I don't wanna get bogged down

with, you know, false arrests, that sort of thing.

With all respect, Mr. McGarrett, I'm not too thrilled

with the idea of the police hassling Mike around.

He's a good man.

Well, one of my men was hurt last night.

He could have been killed.

He's a good man too.

I'm sorry, but I explained why.

Yeah, I heard.

You don't believe him, then?

You're out on bond because of alleged assault.

Could have been manslaughter.

We also have your record.

You're recently out of, uh, Lexington,

Mr. Martin, right?

Well, I'm clean now.

Five people are dead because some poisoned heroin

is being peddled on these islands.

Well, that has nothing to do with me.

Good. Because if you are back on,

you're liable to catch yourself a bummer you didn't figure on.

Seaman... prostitute...

shoe salesman...

ex-pug.

And look at this one.

Child.

Seventeen years old.

Seventeen years old. Can you figure?

Mainliner... high-school dropout.

Found in an alley.

Everything to live for, and she's dead.

Five corpses.

Five junkies.

Five human beings.

Every autopsy shows arsenic mixed in with the heroin.

What is it? W-what are they looking for?

Some crazy, new kind of kick?

A little bit of horse, a little bit of rat poison?

What is it? Is that where it's at? Will you tell me?

I told you what the autopsy shows.

Where it's at, you'll have to figure.

Two possibilities.

A psycho's cutting junk with arsenic.

Or... some careless, idiot pusher...

accidentally cut his supply with some poison.

Either way... Either way...

we could be analyzing

the results of a lot more autopsies.

Thanks, Che.

♪ Someone is waiting ♪

♪ Just for you ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel Spinnin' through ♪

♪ Drop all your troubles By the... The riverside ♪

♪ Catch a painted pony ♪

♪ Let the spinning wheel ride ♪

♪ Someone is waiting ♪

♪ Just for you ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel Spinnin' through ♪

♪ Drop all your troubles By the... The riverside ♪

♪ Catch a painted pony ♪

♪ Let the spinning wheel ♪

♪ Ride ♪

Well? What do you think?

I'm no expert.

You're public.

The public has a right, you know.

Full of sound and fury.

Signifying nothing, huh?

Well, some you win, some you lose.

I've got just about every side you ever cut...

including your tapes and cassettes.

Come on.

Even the "Funky Blues" 45.

You gotta be kidding.

They only cut five of those. They maybe sold two.

Well, I'm the guy who bought the other one.

I'm, um... I'm sorry about yesterday.

I kind of racked you up.

But when I think someone's out to get Mike...

Well... I'm not out to get him.

Look, Mr. McGarrett... it's over.

I'd rather not talk about it.

There's some things we have to talk about.

If they're unpleasant, I'd rather not,

if it's all the same to you.

There was junk under the dashboard of that car,

wasn't there?

How long you think you can cover for him?

You know, you may be right.

Um, too much brass.

Maybe just piano there.

♪ But I won't be... ♪

You know... you're not helping him any

by making yourself an accessory.

Mr. McGarrett, he has to split the grief with me.

He has nobody else.

Okay, Eadie, where does it end?

You lie, you cheat, you wreck your life.

And then maybe he dies,

because he's not gonna get any better.

What do you want me to do, say Mike's a junkie?

Mike slugged your cop

because there was a bag of heroin under the dashboard?

Forget it.

All right.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

There's a batch of bad junk floating around this island.

Your problem. Our problem.

We figure a guy by the name of Harry Partch is pushing it.

We also figure that Partch

is Mike's connection on this rock.

Mr. McGarrett, I'm doing a concert,

and I've got 12 numbers to do.

And I want everything to be just cool, fine and jumping.

So if you'll just go away and let me get with it.

Eadie... talk some sense into Mike.

Tell him to help us nail Partch.

Because if you don't, one way or the other...

you're gonna end up needing a new piano player.

McGARRETT: Number six.

The drummer from Kiley's place.

Harry Partch must have made the connection

before I stripped him.

Arsenic-tainted junk?

Che Fong says the same as the other five.

You know that piano player, uh, Martin...

if you hadn't stopped him...

If he hadn't stopped me.

Okay, Kono, we, uh...

We don't make mistakes here.

We just learn great lessons.

Right?

Right.

If you hadn't stopped him...

he probably would have shot the same junk

that killed this drummer.

And he'd be just as dead.

How about that?

I saved the character's life,

and he's trying to bust me.

You know, if he bought from Harry Partch last night,

he... He probably dumped it.

I'd figure about now he'll be needing.

So he should be trying to make another connection, huh?

Yeah.

Put out an APB on Harry Partch.

Will do. But after last night, he'll be rough to find.

Maybe. But find him.

♪ What goes up ♪

♪ Must come down ♪

♪ Spinnin' wheel Spinnin' around ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout your troubles It's a cryin' sin ♪

♪ Ride a painted pony Let the sp... ♪

I asked for a piano background!

What do I have to do? Get on my knees and beg?!

Please!

Please! Damn, Mike!

Put a piano in that riff and make it pianissimo.

Please.

All right, boys, take ten.

Do we cut the brass fills?

I can't blow any softer.

That's fine, Ray.

I'll have a talk with the lady.

All right.

I blew my cool. I know it.

But I'm not gonna sing over a herd of screaming brass.

All right, we'll tone it down.

I asked for piano in that spot.

Is it against union regulations

for you to play a quiet 16 bars?

What do I have...? What do...?

Dear God.

Dear God, help.

Help me, Mike.

Help me.

Oh, Eadie, Eadie, Eadie. Baby!

If we could just get past tomorrow night...

I can't make it. Yes, you can.

No, it'll be just like before, only worse.

Please, just one. To ride me through tomorrow night.

Eadie, easy. Easy.

Please, Mike.

Eadie, there's nobody to go to. Everything is locked up tight.

Yeah, Rags. Rags up in Kiley's, he's been here a thousand years.

He can connect for us.

Yeah, but why would he take the chance?

Money. We'll give him what he wants.

Anything he wants.

Oh, what if he gets busted? You want me

to go to jail for him too?

Oh, what the hell does that mean?!

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

Now, look, I'm asking you to try to get off the stuff.

I wanna help you.

Help me?

Ha-ha. Help me. You...

You want me to go out there tomorrow night like this?

You want me to stand there, just start singing...

and praying that people don't see the lady

start to flake apart?

"Hey, dig. See the baby climbing the walls.

"Maybe she'll take her clothes off.

"Maybe she'll dive off the stage headfirst.

Dig the junkhead. Go, baby, go."

Eadie, let's call a doctor.

Oh, beautiful.

"Let's call a doctor."

And then we can fill the papers out.

And then we can commit her to a zoo.

And it'll all be off your back.

Oh, baby.

My head... Baby...

It's like the top of my head's coming off.

You wanna know something, lady?

One of these days... just one these days...

I'm gonna have to say no to you.

No way, man. No way.

Name it. Name your price.

You got your head in a bag?

Don't you know what I'm saying?

I lost me a friend.

I lost me a drummer.

This island is lousy with cops

looking for poisoned junk,

and you want me to...

Oh, you're too much, man. Too much.

What are you following me for, old man? What do you want?

Ten dollar, please.

Why don't you come over here.

Okay, now.

Here's a warrant for you.

What warrant? What for?

We're taking this place apart till we find your goods.

Unless you just wanna turn it over to us,

save us the trouble.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Okay, Chin, go over the place.

You strip.

Strip? Hey, wait a minute...

You heard me. Take your clothes off. All of them.

Twice now I strip.

If I catch pneumonia, I'll sue you for this.

Sue me.

Get dressed.

Kitchen's clean.

Cigar smoker, huh?

Hey, I've never seen it before. McGARRETT: Book him.

I just rented this place a week ago.

Book him.

Ah, you guys must have planted this.

You're trying to frame me. Book him!

Book him for receiving, pushing and possession.

And if we get lucky, maybe murder.

Who finked on me?

Harry, in your lousy business,

your best friends are your worst enemies,

and we found a friend.

Chin, get this down to the lab for analysis.

Let's go.

Hey, man, you a friend of Harry's?

Aw, take a walk, kid.

I seen you jump when the fuzz brought him out.

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

You know what I'm talking about.

All right, kid, so I'm a friend of Harry's.

Harry just got busted. Where do we go from there?

Here's the analysis on that Harry Partch stuff.

Strictly bottom-of-the-barrel. That bad, huh?

Thinned down like I've never seen it.

Thinned down with what? The usual milk sugar.

Sorry, Steve. Your killer batch is still out.

Aloha.

Aloha.

You said 50 bucks, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Turn your back, okay?

The 50, please.

Maybe you haven't heard, kid.

There's a bunch of bad junk floating around the rock.

Killed maybe a half a dozen heads.

That's fuzz jive.

You don't wanna believe that.

The 50, please.

Hm.

How do I know that stuff is good?

I pop it myself.

You what?

You don't believe me?

If that junk's bad, kid... you're dead.

You know that, don't you?

Fuzz jive.

Yeah.

Well, you're dead anyway.

Sooner or later, an overdose,

an infected needle... or just slow rot.

Now, wait a minute! What's the matter with you?

This stuff will kill you!

Hey, you!

Nail him.

Gotta hand it to you.

We thought we dried up the rock.

But you really turned him out.

Well, it takes one to find one.

Yeah. Let's go.

What more do you want?

I tried to get a fix, and you busted me.

What more do you want?

The stuff you were gonna buy from the kid...

it was second-rate, but it was cut

with milk sugar, not arsenic.

Well, no help to me now.

No help to us, either.

Because the stuff that killed the drummer at Kiley's

and five other people is still in circulation.

Look, McGarrett, why don't you leave me alone?

I got enough troubles of my own.

Mike, maybe we can help each other.

You went to Kiley's the other night

to try to make a connection.

We thought it had to be Harry Partch,

but it wasn't, was it?

I'll tell you what.

I've got a concert to play.

If I level with you...

I don't know. We'll see.

The junk I bought that night...

I bought from Hank, the drummer.

Who was his connection?

I don't know.

I swear.

Look, if I knew the guy that pushed the stuff

that killed Hank and almost killed me,

I'd tell you, wouldn't I?

Now, wouldn't I? Take it easy.

Wouldn't I?! Take it easy.

I told you everything I know.

Now, if you wanna lock me up and throw away the key,

then go ahead.

But let me play my gig!

Look, if you need a fix,

we'll get a doctor in here with some methadone

and do it legally.

She can't play the gig without me.

Don't you understand?

She can't even walk out on that stage

without me backing her up.

Now, can't you get that through your thick...

cop skull?!

No.

No, and I'll tell you something else

I can't get through my thick cop skull.

A junkie like you should be jumping with joy

because I offer you a fix,

and all you can talk about is playing the piano.

Because she's...!

Look...

you promise me that I can play my gig.

No way. I can promise you nothing.

You lousy, stinking...

No needle marks, huh?

Where do you take it?

Behind the knees?

In the eyebrows?

Between the toes?

Or do you take it?

Maybe you just make the connection, huh?

Wow.

You're covering for her, aren't you?

McGarrett, please, don't wipe her out now.

I missed the whole point of the story.

McGarrett, she's a beautiful person.

She's trying to quit. I'm trying to help her quit.

I've begged and I've pleaded with her.

I even threatened to walk out on her.

But it was always the same thing:

"Just one more time." Just like the song says.

"Just one more time."

Yeah, and when you got nailed with the goods,

you took the rap.

I love her.

And that was the best you could do for her?

You went to jail?

Yeah, that's the best I could do.

McGarrett, please, she needs help.

She needs something.

That... That methadone that you were talking about.

Something. Anything. Just to get her straight.

Where is she? Well, she's at the beach house.

The phone number is on.

No, no, I've already checked. She's not there.

Then she's at the Shell. I called a rehearsal.

No, there's no one there. No one showed up.

Well, McGarrett, then she's out looking for a fix.

Yeah.

Turnkey.

McGarrett.

Let me go with you.

All right, I'm taking him with me.

Let's go.

You seen Eadie?

No, man. Why?

Well, I sent her to see you.

Why'd you do that?

You said no to me, and I figured it would be

kind of difficult to say no to her.

You figured wrong.

Then you did see her?

Man, I don't have to listen to this.

Rags, she's strung out. She needs help bad.

Now, she came in here looking for a connection.

Cool it, will you, man? Where did you send her?

Get off my back!

Sit down, pal.

What do you want? I want you to sit down.

Who's he?

McGarrett, Five-0. Now, sit down.

Man, you got some groovy friends.

Couple of months ago,

H.P.D. Narco labeled this joint a pusher's hangout.

Man. I just tickle the ivories.

"Hey, haole, could you play 'Melancholy Baby'?"

Look, I'm gonna rap with you for about ten seconds more.

And then we're going downtown and talk.

You dig?

Now, was Eadie Jordan here tonight?

Man, I'm not on the stuff.

I don't push the stuff for no one, you hear?

Sure. And I believe you.

You don't push for no one.

Where is Eadie Jordan?

Rags... please.

I don't know.

Was she here tonight?

- Yeah, she was here. - Rags...

there's a batch of bad junk floating around the island.

I know that. Don't you think I know that?

Well, then let's stop playing games, mister,

before the lady kills herself.

Where did you send her?

Rags gave me your address.

Good gracious. You're...

You're Eadie Jordan.

You're... You're Eadie Jordan. Well...

I hope it's all right.

Oh.

Uh, it... It's all right. C-come on in. Come on in. I...

I'm, uh... I'm sorry

the place is such a mess.

Well. Well.

Well, uh, I-I-I'm honored to... To have you here.

Um...

Uh, d-d... Did Rags play one of my numbers for you?

Uh... play one of your numbers?

Yes, yes.

I-I-I'm a musician. Uh, string bass.

But lately... Lately, I've, uh...

I've been composing.

And I wrote this number. And I played it for Rags.

And he agreed that it was perfect for you.

Yes, I'll, uh...

I'll, um... I'll listen sometime.

Oh, no, no. I-I-I'll play it for you right now.

Not now!

I'm...

I'm sorry.

I, uh, don't mean to yell.

I'll listen. Maybe later.

I really will.

Oh.

I see.

I see.

He sent you here for smack.

I don't...

I don't mean to put your song down.

I'll listen. I really will.

Yes, I know what this looks like.

A creepy, little man

in a creepy, little janitor's dump

trying to take advantage of you.

But I was a musician once.

And I was a very good musician.

I played with some of the top groups in New York City.

Look, look. I-I-I... I still hold my Local 802 card.

I believe you. If you could just...

Listen. I sat in with Coleman Hawkins once.

You know what the Hawk said about me?

He said if he closed his eyes...

he'd swear I was a black man.

That's, uh... That's beautiful.

Yeah, that's... That's beautiful.

And I know it's hard to believe, but...

But once... Once... I truly was very good.

I was very good.

Until these fingers became

good for nothing but... popping...

a fix, huh?

Now, if you came for that, you get out.

Now, you please, lady, get out!

I wish I could.

Oh. I wish I could.

You can. You gotta try.

Look, I kicked it myself.

And if you want, I'll help you kick it too.

I want...!

I want more than anything else in this world.

But I've got a gig to do tomorrow night,

and I can't make that scene.

No, but... I can't make it...

You gotta try. You gotta try.

I've tried.

And I'll try again, I swear it.

But if you just get me through tomorrow night...

Lady... Lady... Please.

Please... Don't beg me. Don't beg me.

No, no. I don't want that. Please.

I don't want that. Take it back.

Will you...?

Will you get it for me?

All right.

I'll get it for you.

L... Look... y-you don't have to say yes,

because whatever you need, it's yours.

But... But if you could see your way clear...

If the two of us could turn on together...

and maybe j-just sit here

and listen to some Eadie Jordan records.

And... I could play some bass, and...

And if it seems cool, maybe you could wail a little for me.

Now.

If we're gonna make it, let's make it now.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah?

What do you want?

We're looking for Eadie Jordan.

Eadie Jordan. Hi.

She's something else.

Now, ain't she something else?

Yeah, she's something else.

Was she here?

Oh, uh, was she ever here.

Oh.

You, uh... sell her some snow?

Yeah.

Uh, she sold me, man.

We... We... We made that scene together.

Can you picture it?

You shoot up together?

She's something. She's something.

I played "One More Time," and she dug it.

She really, really dug it.

Yeah, baby. Cool, baby. Are you all right?

Oh, I'm gorgeous. I'm... I'm just beautiful.

No pain, no nothing?

No, are you jiving me, huh?

If the stuff was bad,

he'd be showing some reaction by now.

Hey, man, I didn't shoot nothing.

I kicked that habit months ago.

But you just said that you shot up together.

Not me, man. She popped.

Now, here, this... This is all I got.

That's speed.

Well, what did you give her?! What did she shoot?!

Easy, Mike. Easy!

Pal, now. Take it easy, now, pal.

Easy.

We figure maybe... Eadie is on a bummer.

We just wanna check your smack, you dig?

Well... Well... Well, listen, man...

she begged me.

She begged me.

She needed. You understand?

Yeah. Where do you keep the stuff?

Oh, I-I... I haven't got much.

Oh, that's all right. That's all right.

Where is it?

Okay. Okay.

I was hooked on a lot of stuff...

for five years.

But I don't want that scene anymore.

Now, I...

I keep a little around as a favor,

just for friends. Sure.

But... But...

she really begged me, you know?

Yeah. Is it good stuff?

Oh. Best.

What do you cut it with?

Oh, just a little bit of sugar. Heh-heh.

Is this the stuff you gave her?

Yeah.

Did she say where she was going?

Uh... a rehearsal?

- ♪ - Trouble in mind ♪

♪ I'm blue ♪

♪ But I won't be blue always ♪

♪ Sun's gonna shine ♪

♪ In my back door ♪

♪ Someday ♪

Eadie!

Eadie!

Eadie.

Oh.