All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S03E11 Over Fifty Steal

Please.

Thank you.

Welcome.

I'm sorry to keep you late.

That's all right.

Now, anyone here need
to use the restroom?

I know it sounds odd,
but I really need to know.

No, no, no, no,
no. I'm quite sober.

It's just that you'll be
locked in your supply room,

there, for the next
hour, maybe more.

And, oh, uh... I do
apologize for this.

But, you know, no one seems
to take me seriously otherwise.

Well... shall we start?

Quickly.

Please.

If you want to shout,
please go right ahead.

Good for the nerves.

Besides...

once the door is shut,
no one will hear you.

Except me, of course.

Oh. Uh... a few more
little thoughts here.

Well... aloha.

THIEF: This is a recording.

If you look in the bag there,

you'll find a thermos of
coffee, uh, two cups apiece.

And since you're
nice, civilized people,

I've included a deck of cards.

You'll just about have
time for a rubber of bridge.

This is a recording.

If you look in the bag there,

you'll find a thermos of
coffee, uh, two cups apiece.

And since you're
nice, civilized people,

I've included a deck of cards.

Ah. There you are, McGarrett.

Yeah, this is McGarrett.

What is it that can't be
said to anyone but me?

Uh, I wanted to report
a robbery in progress.

Uh, Kams Jewel...
Uh, sorry. Hiccups.

Kams Jewelers.

The jewelry mart

at the corner of
South and Curtis.

Yeah, go on.

Go on?

Isn't that enough?

Well, you said "in progress."

How do you know?
Who is this, anyway?

Why, the thief, of course.

Was he tall, short?

You can remember that.

I can't really
remember anything,

except that he seemed
like a really nice man.

I guess kind of a nice,
medium-size man.

Not too tall of a man, mister.

Well-dressed. Had
to be about 60...

What have we got, Danno?

Hard to say, except
the thief cleaned out

the entire supply of diamonds.

About $51,000 worth.

Wholesale, understand?
Wholesale price.

Thank goodness for
insurance is all I can say.

What's this setup?

I don't know.

Not too tall of a man, mister.

Well-dressed, Had
to be about 60, 65.

White hair, beard,

banker type, conservative.

You know what I mean.

Excuse me.

Hello?

McGarrett?

One minute. He's right here.

For you.

McGarrett.

See those binoculars?
Take a look.

The cord will reach.

Ah, there you are.

UH, the reason I called,

I've got two more jobs
scheduled... just two

then I retire for good.

Uh, by the way,

I left you a little
something under your desk.

The one on your right.

A card from the
game of Monopoly.

"Go directly to jail. Do not
pass Go, do not collect $200."

We ought to book
the guy for littering.

We know exactly who to look for:

Nice man, medium height.

Here's Mr. Kam's
description, anyway.

Well, the suspect I saw
was less than medium height.

Thin, mid-50's, no older.

Relax. Relax,
Chin. I wrote it down.

Is this guy a thief
or a comedian?

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

He's no beginner.

Have H.P.D. give us a
computer run on the MO.

All robberies for, say,
the last, oh, two years.

Have them program it
four or five different ways:

Uh, general area,
type of business,

the fact that he uses disguises.

And then something
about his character.

Um, his, uh, good manners,

his effect on the ladies.

Uh, get that in, see
what they come up with.

Okay.

Got a big, fat thumbprint here.

Beyond, that's it.

Everything else is clean.

I mean squeaky clean.

You mean, with all this
junk we got one thumbprint?

All there is to it.

Che, run it through
the lab, huh?

Steve, these numbers
have been changed.

Pretty sloppy job too.

Take a look at the 4.

Actually, it's the numeral 1.

See the two lines that were
added to alter its appearance?

And the 8.

Yeah.

That could be a
3 originally, huh?

So the actual number is 17903.

How about the tripod?

Same tampering.

Here's the original number.

Well, maybe this guy
ain't so slick after all.

Well, don't take any bets on it.

Uh, Mr. McGarrett?
Yeah. I'm McGarrett.

Registered special.
Sign here, please.

Thank you.

Hm.

McGARRETT: Look at this.

Dust it.

Steve... this was sent
to you here at the lab.

How did he know I'd be
here at this time of day?

Yeah. It's definitely
Punahou substation, Kono.

Corner of Punahou and,
uh, Midcampus Drive.

Mark it.

Steve... I'm going blind.

How do you read this thing?

Inch at a time, Danno.

They're the probables that
came back from H.P.D. computer.

If you just take the,
uh, items I've checked,

you'll notice that
there is a pattern.

First, uh, hit,
almost a year ago.

A hundred and fifty, 250, 350.

Couple of thousand here.
The ante keeps going up.

Yeah. You notice
that the, uh, robberies

are in groups of three.

Then he lays off for two months.

Look. Sets up the next three.

All the places he hit are, uh,
commercial establishments.

All insured.

Let's see what else
they have in common.

Figure the ante's going up.

Well, he told me personally
he was gonna retire.

How would you figure it?

So how come he sent
back the diamonds?

Some trace too easily,
I guess. I don't know.

This guy is weird, but
he's not gonna starve.

The jeweler said he kept
several thousand dollars' worth

of the most marketable.

I fished out the evidence.

The binoculars, for
instance, were purchased

by some hood
named Chin Ho Kelly.

A Danny Williams
bought the tape recorder.

Tripod picked up by
one Steve McGarrett.

Stop with the jokes, huh?

How could a guy possibly...?

Hold it, Kono. Hold it.

Go ahead, Chin. How did...?
How did you trace them?

No hardship. They were
all bought by money orders.

Money orders with
our names on it?

Yeah. Every small item has
come right back here to us.

He even implicated Jenny.

You know the print on the lens?

It's Kono's.

Transferred off
something you handled.

Kono, you're under arrest.

Well, at least the guy's
got a sense of humor.

Yeah. But more than that, Danno.

More than that, he's got savvy.

You know how I hate
a thief. But this one...

This one sure can play the game.

I gotta give him that.

And you know something?

I think it's gonna take
some doing to nail him.

We haven't had a
case like this in years.

Okay, gentlemen... let's hustle.

Downtown quick.

The place is surrounded,
and he's still inside.

Who's inside, Jenny?

The Monopoly thief.

Okay, gentlemen. Let's go.

Where is he?

Whitmore Importers.
Seventh floor.

And that's the best you
could do in describing him?

Well, he was young and
impudent. Long-haired, young.

Terrible, terrible.

All those beautiful stones.

How anyone could
do a thing like that,

I'll never understand.

Just never understand.

Tanzanite? I never heard of it.

Well, now... Well, you will,
Mr... Uh, Mr. Garrett, you will.

Uh, flashes
green-blue. Very lovely.

Mm, in 1967, they
found the first stone.

In Tanzania, of course.

Tanzania. "Tanzanite."

Mm-hm. Yes. Here,
I'll... I'll show you one.

Ah... Oh... mm, stupid.

Mm. Oh.

I was gonna show
you one of the stones,

but they're all
gone, aren't they?

Yes, of course. They're
all gone. Mm-hm.

What are these stones
worth in today's market?

Ah. That would be here
on the inventory, page 2.

But it's not. Page 3.

Ah, yes, yes, here we go.

We paid $102,634 for them.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

What is it? What is it?

The excitement, I
think, Mr. Garrett.

You'll have to excuse me, I...

I think I'm going to be sick.

Patience, children.

McGARRETT: Are
you all right in there, sir?

Listen, old man,
are you all right?

Open the door.

Open the door!

We've been had, brothers.

Kimo, check that vault.
See if anyone's in there.

Did you see him? Who?

An old man, uh, white
hair, green eyeshade?

Just heard someone
on the stairwell going up.

Ken, wait a minute.

Uh, Chin, you and Ken, uh,

make sure he
can't get back down.

Box him. I'll take
the front door.

McGARRETT: Hey!

Move your truck out of there.

Officer.

Have him move that truck.

Well... getaway
car was rented, Che.

He had it just under 24 hours.

Overnight then. Good.

How clean was it when he got it?

It had just gone through
an automatic car wash.

The inside was vacuumed,
dusted, glass polished.

The, uh, oil filter
and the air filter

had been recently changed.

Brand new, in fact.

Oh. Well, we used
that special vacuum

to clean out the
interior of the car,

and, uh, this is what
we took out of the filter.

Seeds, soil, grass,

animal hairs,
feathers. Feathers?

Right. I'll have a
zoologist go over this stuff.

And a botanist.

You say the filter
was new? Yeah.

The usual city dirt and stuff,

you can discount that.

Not much sand or grit.

Usually indicates an
inland route mostly.

The main thing,
though, is the pollen.

Just all kinds of pollen.

Obviously, he's been somewhere
where there's lots of flowers.

Hm.

What's this stuff?

You ever park your car
by the docks overnight?

Yeah.

Well, that's soot
from Bunker C fuel oil

burned by the ships.

Really? Yeah.

Stuck all over the roofs...

along with this:

Wheat chaff.

McGARRETT: The grain elevators
were emptied when, Danno?

Seven a.m. The wind was
east by northeast all morning.

Okay.

Because of the ash we
know that the car was parked

someplace on the
waterfront all night.

Someplace between
the Aloha Tower

and the Oahu Railroad Depot.

He picked the car
up here at the airport,

and the car spent the
night there on the waterfront,

but there's a
mileage differential.

Kono?

We checked, and the speedometer
error is minus 10.3 percent...

so the actual mileage
he drove corrects to 14.2.

And the distance
from the airport...

to the waterfront
via the Kam Highway

and Nimitz Highway is
about four-and-a-half miles.

That leaves nine and a
half to be accounted for.

Uh, Dr. Emerson. You
said to send him right in.

Wally, thanks for coming.

Heh. Some of your newspaper
friends, uh, sent you these.

Uh, we're famous, sort of.

Okay. Three columns
by about 8 inches.

You tell those newspaper finks

that when I capture this
joker, I want equal space.

And I don't want it buried
in the Used Car section.

Yes, sir.

You guys on vacation?

Come in, Wally.

Have a chance to
look at that dossier?

Yes, I've been through it.

Kind of tickles you, doesn't he?

What do you want from me?

The motive.

Steve, my degree
says, "psychiatry,"

not "clairvoyance."

All I can do is guess.

Okay. Guess.

Well...

have you ever seen a
more conspicuous criminal?

Egomania?

No.

I think more like identity.

He has to label every crime.

Why? So no one
else gets the credit?

That's about it.

He behaves like a guy who's
been kicked around all his life,

trodden on, shoved aside,

and now he's kicking back.

It's rather
melancholy, isn't it?

Yeah.

Except, of course,
for his income.

What's next, do you think?

Fort Knox?

All right.

Here we go. Thank you.

Did you forget something?

Oh, I'm not with them.

My card.

This is fascinating.

Do we...? Do we see
the entire robbery?

I don't know, sir.

It's the first time
we're running the tape.

That's $200,000 he's
about to walk out with.

Hey, boss.

Sh. Chin, come on in.

Would you believe it?

Steve? Yeah?

Try this now.

Lewis Avery Filer,
insurance investigator.

A good one too.
At least, he was.

Was? You mean he's dead?

Well, disappeared, maybe.
About two-and-a-half years ago,

owing 19,000 in hospital bills.

Intensive care costs mostly.

Uh, his wife had some kind
of heart condition. She, uh...

She died, though.

Well, what does that
got to do with us, Chin?

The bill got paid this
morning. Cash: 19,000.

Nineteen-thousand? By whom?

No "whom." Parcel
post, no return address.

The thing is, one
of the bills is hot.

A 50... on the same
robber you saw there.

I wonder what the point is.

The money's hot,
the bill's not settled.

Sure it's hot, but
who can prove it?

I mean, there's just one
marked 50. And here's the zinger:

Bill was overpaid
by exactly 50 bucks.

That's our man.

And that hot 50 means that

he wants us to
know that he's Filer.

Wonder what he's up to now.

W-wait a minute.

Did you say that he was
an insurance investigator?

For whom? For...
For what company?

Island Home and Life.

Do they have anything
to do with MPI?

I could check.

MPI. Uh, Mid-Pacific Industries?

Yes, sir. That cash card place
is one of their subsidiaries.

Turns out our
Monopoly friend here

only specializes in
MPI, uh, establishments.

Doesn't hit anything else.

That fact came up this
morning on the computer.

You've notified them, of course.

Yes, sir.

Steve, I've, uh...

I've kept out of this so
far, and I intend to stay out,

but I, uh... I feel
this Filer business

deserves special handling.

How special?

A news conference.

Well... we don't have
a case yet, governor.

You can keep
Filer's name out of it.

And I'm not asking
you to pretty things up,

but I'd rather
release this our way

than read about it their way.

And I'd suggest an
MPI man be present.

After all, they've done a
great deal for this island.

New eye clinic, for example.

Very well, sir.

Danno, would you like
to check with them at MPI,

and see if they'd
like to pick up on

the governor's suggestion?

If they would, you can
make it tomorrow, late.

About 5 p.m.

As you know,
Mid-Pacific Industries

is highly diversified.

On this island alone, we
have many of our holdings.

Every firm struck by this thief

does business with us.

We either insure
it, own it outright,

or we participate in
some way in its profits.

Now as for Filer,

he, at one time,
was on our payroll.

Uh, just remember,
gentlemen, please,

that the name "Filer"
is strictly off the record.

We have no evidence of
any wrongdoing by this man.

Okay, Steve.

Mr. Franklin,

you said that Filer
once worked for you.

What's the matter? Was
his work unsatisfactory?

Uh, no, I wouldn't say that.

Filer worked for a small firm.

That firm merged
with a larger firm.

Later MPI acquired both of them.

Naturally, in
situations like this,

there is a
duplication of effort.

McGarrett, before I came in
here, I understood this story.

Now I'm confused.

You've got MPI, Filer,
the Monopoly Thief.

So, what's the connection?

I'll show you.

This is a photograph of
a past employee of MPI.

We have here picture number two,

the man we know to
be the Monopoly Thief.

Now, this is an enlargement
made from the TV recording

of the cash-cart robbery.

Picture number
three is the same man,

and we've removed
the hat in the laboratory.

Notice the similarity.

Picture number four, same man...

without a moustache.

And now, in the last
picture, you will see

that we have removed
the false epicanthic lid

of the Oriental and
added Caucasian eyes.

If you'd study
these two pictures,

I think you will notice

tremendous similarity
between them.

McGarrett, are you saying

that Filer and your
thief are the same man?

I never mentioned
that name, sir.

And please don't
attribute it to me.

What I'm saying is that
there's a striking similarity

between these two photographs,
and a possible motive.

This man was removed from
his job because he was over 50.

He was working with a company

that was absorbed
by a larger company.

Come on, McGarrett.
This is pure speculation.

Yeah. Maybe.

Can you back up that charge?

A picture's no proof.

What have you
really got, McGarrett?

What charge? I'm not
making any charge.

Not yet, anyway.

What I'm saying
is that all I think

is that we have found
our man, gentlemen.

Sounds like double
talk, McGarrett.

Would you mind coming forward

and identifying
yourself, please?

Certainly.

Lewis Avery Filer.

It's the Monopoly Thief.

Either you charge me with
grand larceny right now,

or I'll sue you... you
personally McGarrett, for libel.

And when the
dust clears, mister...

I'll own you.

Can we get a shot?

Go ahead. Put me in the lineup.

The way you go
around changing faces?

No, thanks.

I'm gonna convict you
with evidence, Mr. Filer.

Solid evidence.

Really? Like what?

Like the car you abandoned.
The rented getaway car.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Bad move, Mr. Filer.

Bad move.

Because you drove
that car to your bank.

My bank? Heh. I...

Oh, you mean my hiding place...

where I keep the proceeds.

Yes, I suppose I did...

but you'll never find it.

I could draw you a
map, and it wouldn't help.

Maybe I've already found it.

I rather doubt that.

You see, I just came from
there, and everything was intact.

Oh? Checking on the loot? Why?

Getting a little nervous?

Checking, yes.
Getting nervous, no.

Two hundred and twenty
thousand dollars is very comforting.

It can be very frustrating,
too, if you can't get to it.

Well, there's no need. Not now.

I can wait until
after the trial.

Trial? What trial?

What trial?

McGarrett... you'll
have to book me.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I know what
you want, Mr. Filer.

You wanna force me into court...

before I have a case.

That way you can
get an acquittal

and live for the
rest of your life

on what you've stolen, with
the blessings of the court.

No chance.

I'll book you when
I have a case.

You know, McGarrett...

you're too smart to be a cop.

And you're too
smart to be a thief.

That's the one thing I
regret about you, Mr. Filer.

You are a thief.

Well... as for my
"bank," as you call it,

I'll get to it...

as soon as I shake that tail

you'll put on me.

Oh. You'll shake
them. But when you do,

ask yourself, "Is that
the real one or a decoy"?

How many men, Mr. Filer?

How many eyes will be on you?

And how many will belong to me,

and how many do
you imagine are mine?

Should be an
interesting 12 hours.

Twelve? Why 12? I'm in no hurry.

Because in 12 hours, I'll
know where your hiding place is,

down to feet and inches.

Now you said you
could draw me a map.

You already have.

I'll show you.

Now, you picked up the car here,

Gate 2 at 11:16 a.m.

First stop was the
Moanalua Gardens,

then along this route to the
Foster Botanical Gardens.

Then you ended the day here,

at the Government Arboretum.

How do you know that's right?

Oh, you know I know.

Your employment file says
that you're an avid botanist,

so we consulted a botanist.

Several, in fact.

The rest we got
from the car's air filter,

and some soil samples
from the accelerator pedal.

And, uh... well, other things.

Fascinating.

I'm impressed,
McGarrett. I really am.

Of course, I can
afford to say that,

because certain
things are missing...

like the bank.

Oh. This is just a
sketch, Mr. Filer.

You see, you fill
in the details for us

every time you make a move.

For instance...

along about dark,
you stopped here

at the Punahou Substation.

Ah, yes. The diamonds.

Right.

Yeah. You mailed
the diamonds to me,

which had just
come from your bank.

I see it's underground.

You have earth
under your fingernails.

Now flamingos are waterfowls,

so it couldn't be close to them.

Ground would be
too soft, too swampy.

More likely, it's close
to the monkey cage...

or is it in that
stand of bamboo?

In any case...

it's, uh, not far from here.

And you say you
just came from there?

I said I just came
from somewhere.

This should be very
helpful, this soil sample.

Your shoe, Mr. Filer.

That's quite unfair, McGarrett.

I'll apologize in court.

Danno... Mr. Filer's
ready to leave.

Have you any idea what
the press will do to you?

Oh, I'm used to it.

But have you any idea

what the judge and
jury will do to you?

Well, we left him one way out.

Straight up.

I wouldn't put it
past him, Kono.

Good morning, Che.

Good morning, Steve.

What have we got?

Well, Filer wasn't lying.

The soil was still moist.

Oh? Then he had just
come from there, huh?

Monkey hairs, flamingo feathers,

bamboo seeds, same old thing.

Except... now I'm certain

they all came from
the same place.

You really think so, huh?

I'm sorry, Steve.

Don't be. Now you get
to stay up all night too.

Che... we need a fresh mind.

Come over here, will you?

Now, we know how far he drove.

These tapes... show us that.

But this stuff...

This had to come from
this general area here,

give or take a mile.

Chin, take the
tourist guide, will you?

Che.

Check this, uh... survey map.

I want you to start with this
quadrant right down here.

Go over every inch of it.

All right, you guys, look alive.

Filer is moving out.

Chase two, you take him.

Chase three, stay close.

Be ready to trade off.

You don't wanna be spotted.

You know, this is confusing.

To you, maybe. To
me, it's impossible.

He's what?

Hang in there, Danno. Dog him.

Filer stopped to
make a phone call.

He's off and running again.

Hey, I got
flamingos. I got, uh...

Forget it.

Steve. Filer delights

in handing us these
false leads, right?

Right.

Now, here we've got
this jungle-type stuff,

and where are we looking?

Right in the middle of the city.

I know.

I know, but the car mileage
discounts anything else,

so, uh, let's keep
on looking, huh,

until we've covered it all.

If we've been had, I
want to know about it.

Now, what quadrant were you in?

How come he turned in his car?

He can't shake us by foot.

If you ask me, there's
very little he can't do.

That's his second
phone call this morning.

He couldn't know
we're still on him.

Yeah? Where's it say that?

He's looking at his watch again.

Must be timing something.

All right, you guys, look sharp.

There are 80 different
directions he can go in.

Well, that explains
one phone call.

Jungle trails...
monkey sideshow...

orchid gardens,
flamingo lagoons...

bamboo forest.

Bamboo forest.

That's it, boss. Paradise Park.

That's up in Manoa.

That's about 11
miles outside the area.

Return trip, it'd be 22. No.

He could have taken a
bus or cab, couldn't he?

Why would he do
that if he had a car?

Oh, I don't know.
Meanness, maybe.

McGarrett.

Steve? Yeah, Danno.

I got trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Filer switched cars on us.

He's got himself a real bomb.

Ought to make 120 easy.

We'll have a heck of a
time keeping up with him.

Where are you now?

We just passed Bishop Museum.

Uh, he's heading
for Likelike Highway.

I can almost bet on that.

Danno, we can't
afford to lose him.

Now we need some
time. Just a little more time.

I'll do what I can.

And please... be
careful, will you?

Something's bugging me.

And I don't know what it is.

Me too.

Me too. Why both of us?

Wait a minute.

The odometer.

The Colchester case.

Right.

Let's go.

That's it, Chin.

Ah. Here it is.

What do you got in the
speedometer up there?

Eight thousand, two
hundred and forty-five.

I've got 8,268.

Look at that.

Hm. What a sneaky guy.

Uh, that's like, um...
23 miles difference.

Yeah. And that means
Paradise Park, brother.

Have H.P.D. chopper pick you up,

see if you can spot Danno.

I'll head up to the park.

Yeah.

Steve?

Go, Danno.

He outran us, all right.
Then he ditched the car.

No Filer.

He just vanished again.

How long ago?

Oh, maybe two minutes.

How about the chopper?
Did Chin make contact?

Yeah. It's, uh, coming in now.

Okay, I think I know where
Filer's going: Paradise Park.

Charlie.

Okay in the cart?

You've been waiting?

How long?

About 38 seconds.

Thirty-eight seconds.

Ah, well.

Time is always on
my side, Mr. Filer.

You should know that.

Which reminds me...

Now...

if you'll finish your
packing, we'll go.