All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S03E16 Ten Thousand Diamonds and a Heart

Let's go, Orwell.

You must be Lennox.

Where's Sturgis?

That smoke deal of
yours didn't work too good.

Is he dead or what?

Look, you think I'd leave him?

That was a bad scene back there.

I asked you, is he dead, Murray?

Shotgun from like 20 feet.

I'm telling you, it
really flattened him.

Come on. We gotta go.

Murray.

I never spent a
day in jail myself.

Maybe now you know why.

What are you staring at?

I'm not sure.

I'm still searching for a name.

The name is Lennox,

and keep it straight, mister,

because from now on I own you.

You don't own me,
and I don't own you.

We just need each other,

Ten million dollars' worth.

Let's get out of here.

That's it, Danno.

That's what the file says.

Steve, got the info you wanted.

Neither Orwell nor
Murray smoked.

Thank you, Danno.

Che, come here a minute, please.

Take a look.

Cigar ashes.

Maybe he smokes.

He doesn't, but
maybe our killer does.

What about the getaway car?

Not much yet. Probably stolen.

Orwell was in
court, right? Yeah.

He was a witness
in that prison killing.

They probably had only one
or two days advance warning.

Steve, Sturgis, the man
shot at the courthouse,

never even made it into surgery.

Well, what have we got?

Two, now three, dead men,

a stolen car, and
some gas masks.

Well, we'll go
through the motions,

but I'll bet you it all
checks right back to him.

Where's Orwell fit in?

You think he did this?

No. No, he's no executioner.

He's a mastermind.

And he never goes
after anything small.

Check the street, Danno.

See who's buying talent.

With Orwell on the
loose, well, who knows?

Steve, I found this
in the getaway car.

McGARRETT: It's
got Orwell's name on it.

It says nitroglycerin.

Did he have a heart problem?

I'll check with
the prison doctor.

No, no, I'll take care of that.

You stay here and finish up.

Okay.

Now the stones come
in from all over the world.

That man there, for
example, is Belgian,

but he works out of Hong Kong.

He specializes in diamonds.

Most of the trade
here is from the Orient.

Rubies, jade. Ah.

Now those little gem bags,

any one is worth
at least $100,000.

Now this was a rather slow
morning on the exchange.

I don't suppose there's
$7 million on the floor.

Where's the camera?

It's rigged in my attaché case.

Beautiful.

Oh, there. Now...

Now you can see the entrance.

Steel door?

It is,

and you can't get through
unless you're known.

I've been a member of
the exchange two years.

They still check my ID.

How many guards are there?

There are two guards
stationed here at the door.

There are two guards here,

along with a
closed-circuit TV camera

that shoots a picture

to a guard that's
stationed in the lobby.

The alarm button's
underneath the trading tables

and along the walls,

all connected with the
radio dispatch outfit.

And the police department.

You really think
there's a way in?

There's always a way in.

It's getting out again
that's the problem.

The worst of it is this,
uh, bottleneck here.

Only one elevator.

How come?

There's three
elevators in the lobby.

Cars Number 1, Number 2,

they only go to the 19th floor.

Car Number 3 is the
exchange elevator.

It goes all the way
to the 20th floor.

No other stops.

See, Shafts 1 and 2,

they go through the 20th floor.

I mean, they'd have to, right?

What he means is there's
simply no doors cut in these walls.

Which leaves us with
Car Number 3. Period.

Guard stationed
below in the lobby

with a TV monitor,

who won't let you into the car

unless you've got a proper ID.

Like I say, a bottleneck.

Well, I can handle the
TV monitor and the guard.

He'll be plenty busy
when the times comes.

How about the stairwell?
Wouldn't that be easier?

No. Forget it.

Who's got time to
run down 20 flights?

It's rigged with
steel bars, anyway.

They drop into place

if there's any
trouble on the floor.

Oh, the place is
a fortress, Orwell.

Maybe. Maybe.

Who's got the alarm circuits?

Me.

I flew to D.C.,

walked into the
U.S. Patent Office,

and asked to see the drawings.

Here are the photocopies.

But I've gotta tell you,
it's not gonna be easy.

It's like tracing a
bowl of spaghetti.

All right, ahem,
I'll say it again.

No backing out now.

We're in it, all the way.

And the robbery doesn't end
when we leave this building.

It ends when he lands
his plane in Brazil.

And then, and only then,
do we divide up the stones.

That understood?

Yeah.

All right, get out of here now.

I got a lot of homework to do.

If you drop
anything, pick it up.

If you use
anything, wipe it off.

If you think you haven't
dropped anything,

if you think you haven't
used anything, think again.

See, I like blind alleys too.

And don't everybody
leave together.

What's wrong?

My nitro, it's gone.

My nitroglycerin.

You got heart trouble?

I go to all this
trouble, and you...

You got a bad heart?

Take it easy, will you, Lennox?

Your heart's big
enough for the two of us.

You got any nitro in
that ambulance of yours?

No, but I can get you some.

Take about an hour maybe.

Good. Go.

You should have told
me this up front, Orwell.

Told you what?

I told you it was
no big problem,

not if I have the pills.

Now relax, will you?

I'm not so sure about you now.

Well, I know this is
going to wound your ego,

but your opinions don't carry
much weight around here.

You see, in this little scheme,
Lennox, you're just the banker.

I'm the one with the brain.

Well, prison doctor confirms
Orwell has heart trouble.

Kono, I want a flyer
printed up today right away

with Orwell's picture on it.

All pharmacies, right?

Right, and all medical
supply houses.

He's got to get
nitroglycerin somewhere.

Here's a mug shot of
Orwell without his moustache.

Good. Include that too.

Steve, you were right.

Things keep coming
back to Murray. Like what?

Well, the smoke bombs,
phosphorous pentoxide.

The stuff they
use in skywriting?

Homemade in Murray's garage.

The stuff was
all over the place.

He bought the gas masks
too, at a war-surplus store.

Busy man. Whoever killed him
must have promised him the moon.

How do you mean?

Murray also must have
made the deal with Orwell.

He has a record of five visits
to Oahu State Prison this month.

Steve, what's happening?

You tell me.

What are they up to, huh?

Something big,

and what have we got
to go on? A big zero.

If it's any help, I just
came back from Ballistics.

They said to open file B26A,

the one they
nicknamed Brunhilde.

Brunhilde?

Yeah, I can buy that.

Brunhilde. You mean the Luger

that got Ed Scully about,
uh, four years back?

Yeah, three others before him.

Goes back, uh, how far, Steve?

Eight, ten years altogether?

Easy.

Brunhilde.

I wonder who owns it.

Maybe he smokes cigars.

Well, here we go again.

I'll dust off the suspect file.

You've gotta take
it easy, Orwell.

I've been using
this place for years.

I tell you, it's all right.

Using it how?

I sent her to Miami.

Relax.

And if you don't like it,

we've got the backup
place across town.

Who?

Harding.

Look, here's the nitro.

I'm late. I gotta split.

Right, okay. Thanks.

What do you do,
live on this stuff?

No more than
you live on aspirin.

I told you it was not a
problem, and I meant it.

What, are you worrying
about neighbors

in this part of town?

No, I'm not worried
about neighbors.

I'm worried about informers

and a man named McGarrett.

He's nailed me twice.

So this time around

I'm not leaving
anything to chance.

Financial Plaza?

McGARRETT: Definitely.

What else is of interest
in that area, Danno?

Outside of banks, a lot
of jewelry stores, brokers.

Ah, that's just no
good. No good.

We've got to have
something more specific.

What are they after?
Cash, security, jewels?

I hit my informants
twice, Steve.

So did I. Orwell wanted out.

That's all anyone would say.

The way Murray and
the other guy got it,

it shut everybody up but good.

Steve, here's your cigar ash.

Spectrographic analysis,

but I'm afraid it
won't do us any good.

Not here. We just
don't have a file.

What about Washington, D.C.?

Well, I sent a
copy by air express.

I could hear something today.

How about the gas masks
and the smoke bombs?

Nothing much beyond
what we already know.

Except for this exception.

We examined the, uh,
deceased very carefully,

and the cerumen...

Uh, the earwax.
- -found traces of marble dust.

Pertains only to Murray
though, not the others.

Marble dust?

Murray's most recent occupation

was auto-body work.

Nothing about a quarry
or stonecutter here.

Sheldon Orwell.

You know, once,
just to prove a point,

he crossed the Atlantic
alone in a 21-foot boat?

Expert on burglar alarms,

chemistry explosives,
police techniques.

And now he's out there
somewhere planning a big one.

Ha. And here we sit, with what?

Ashes and dust.

Cigar ashes and marble dust.

Cam A... activates K-75 relay.

Switching Unit 2

through ac common
to the homing contacts.

Now station ID to
two... Two rpm. Ah...

Potter, you're right.

These things are
enough to drive you nuts.

What gets me is you
can trace everything

ten different ways.

And look at this time delay.

Now, what's a time delay
doing in a burglar alarm?

I don't know. I don't know.

All I know is that I
need to get away

from this end of the problem.

Look, what, uh... What
is all this stuff anyway?

It's all over everything.

Oh, some kook next
door makes statues,

at least that's
what he calls them.

I call it busting up rock. Heh.

Well, Potter, I've got
an assignment for you.

Now that we've
isolated that TV cable,

you're gonna go down
to the diamond exchange

and tape us some pictures.

I'm Williams. You
wanted to see me?

Oh, yeah. Uh, my name is Ogden.

I, uh... I work in a
medical supply house

over on Coral Street.

What can I do for you?

Well, uh, yesterday
this guy came in

asking for thylacine stearate,

and um, he kind of looked
like this guy on your flyer.

Like this, without
the moustache.

Did he try to buy nitroglycerin?

No, just the thylacine.

What is that?

Thyroid derivative.

Medical students
use it in their training

so they know what a
heart attack feels like.

You know, uh, chest pains,
sweat, the whole thing.

The guy talked right,

looked right, so
I sold him some.

I guess I shouldn't have,

because, uh, the
more I look at this,

the more I'm sure that's him.

What do you think?

Well, Orwell does
have a heart condition,

but, uh, why...?

It's worth following up if
you're that sure it was him.

Look, if it's any help,

I, uh, watched him
walk out the door.

There was this cab waiting.

Did you see the name
of the cab company?

No.

But it was red and yellow.

Steve, the cigar ash.

Here's the reply
from Washington.

McGARRETT:
"Nature of unknown ash.

Qualitative analysis:
Tobacco, cigar leaf."

Brand name is Kamal,
it's made in Istanbul.

Sold here in the islands?

Says here the nearest
importer is in San Francisco.

Okay, Che, thanks.

Kono, get on the phone.
Call San Francisco.

See if anybody
handles the Kamal brand

here on the islands.

Right.

Lennox. Who set him up there?

I did.

Well, he's got to
be 60 years old.

He goes back to
Capone. Well, almost.

He's a... A dinosaur. Maybe,

but he's still in
the Brunhilde file.

Yeah, but what does
he want with Orwell?

I mean, He lives like
a baron over on Maui.

Cars, airplanes, the big estate.

Where is he now?

Well, according to the servants,
he's somewhere over here.

But so far, a no-show.

Murray and the driver wipe out.

Doesn't that smell a
bit like the good ol' days

in Chicago and Cicero?

Okay. And I want a
nice, discreet inquiry

until we find out
where Lennox was

at the time of the shooting.

So that makes him a
suspect, right, Chin?

Yeah.

All right. Find him.

McGARRETT: We've alerted the
various security systems around town

and the most likely targets.

Now, Orwell's average time
on the job is seven minutes.

Seven minutes, and we can
expect no help from burglar alarms.

He's an electronic genius,

he can easily rig a
bypass or a cutoff.

We will have a
chopper in the air,

and as you see, we can, uh,

divide the city into areas
of highest probability.

The idea is to saturate these
areas with unmarked cars

and that's where you come in.

Now, with the
pattern we've laid out,

your car, at any given moment,

will be maximum four
minutes from the next.

Discreet surveillance,
gentlemen.

If he knows who or where
we are we've blown it.

But when you get
that call, move in fast.

Okay, that's it.

Thank you.

Steve? Yeah.

I tracked down the,
uh, yellow and red cab

that took Orwell to the
pharmaceutical house.

It also took him to the
Ala Wai Yacht Harbor.

Yacht harbor.
That's interesting.

I've got some H.P.D.
men down there now

just, uh, nosing around.

The thing I don't get though

is why would a guy
with a bum heart

buy a drug that induces
false heart attack symptoms?

I don't know.

I don't know, but I'll
tell you this, Danno,

it's a key somehow.

It's a key to Orwell,
to what he's plotting.

But what?

But what?

Well, no wonder.

Wait.

Yeah. sure.

That relay feeds
the delay circuit here.

So?

That's why it's possible to
deactivate the burglar alarm,

possible to cut off the phones,

cut off the power, splice
into the TV monitor.

Lennox, in a first-class
installation like this,

these things
shouldn't be possible.

Why?

Because.

That exchange elevator's a trap.

Come on over here
and I'll show you.

Thieves get on the
exchange floor here.

They cut... Cut communications,

they grab up the
gems, and then what?

They get in the elevator.
They have to, right?

It's the only way down.

Except it doesn't
take them down,

not all the way.

Why not?

Because inside the exchange,
at the first sign of trouble,

a guard presses a button

on a battery-operated
remote control,

and this elevator goes halfway
down the shaft and stops dead,

with absolutely no way up
or down until the police arrive,

and they pump it down by hand.

That is one devilish trap.

You mean, there's no way down?

I didn't say we
couldn't get down.

I said we can't use
the elevator. Now relax.

I'll find a way.

Yeah, when? Ten years from now?

I busted you
out of jail, Orwell.

What do you think
the cops are doing,

twiddling their thumbs?

Well, if this is hard on
you, Lennox, I'm sorry.

But thank you for the reminder.

I think it's time we move
to the backup apartment.

See if I got my... Ah.

I'm just checking,
that's all. Just checking.

I don't want to get
caught without 'em again.

It's my heart, you know. I
wanna take good care of it.

Yeah, you know what I think?

I think you feel McGarrett
breathing on you,

and it's got your
thumper in trouble.

Makes me wonder what a
$10 million robbery would do.

Gonna make me rich. What else?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

I checked with the San
Francisco importer, Steve.

There's a store in Kahala Mall
that handles those Kamel cigars.

Seventeen customers
with a standing order.

I interviewed all but one,

a woman who apparently
is in Miami Beach,

a Roxie Newton.

Cigars for a Roxie Newton?

Either she's got a boyfriend

or women's liberation
is working overtime.

Yeah.

Yeah, so I dug out the landlord.

A guy named
Tripp, Stanley Tripp.

I'm meeting him
there in 20 minutes.

We're meeting him
there in 20 minutes.

The rappel technique
is still the safest,

most rapid form
of descent known.

It is relatively
simple to master

and adds to the pleasure
of mountaineering.

What's all this
got to do with me?

The exchange's
elevator is a trap.

So this is what
we're going to do.

We're going to blow
a hole in this wall here,

then you and Potter are gonna
go down this elevator shaft.

Rappel.

On ropes? 20 floors?

Putney, in the Army I
learned to do that in one day.

It's that easy.

Yeah, but 20
floors? I don't know.

Your share of this haul
is an even $1 million.

Look, it's not that
I'm unwilling, it's...

I'm not sure I'm able.

Well, get out on
the Pali and find out.

Twenty stories in 30 seconds.

I won't settle for less.

Who smokes the
cigars, Mr. Tripp?

Mr. McGarrett, Miss
Newton pays me.

Overpays me,
really. Right on time.

Keeps the place up nice.

Who am I to pry?

That means you don't
know who smokes the cigar?

It's none of my business.

Ah, that darn
Ziebach down there.

Months now I've been
trying to get him out.

Ziebach?

The sculptor, or at
least he thinks he is.

I don't know how he stays alive.

He never seems to sell anything.

Marble dust, maybe?

Now shortly past
this hairpin turn,

you come to Koko Drive.

Make a sharp left on Koko Drive.

Are you sure? That's a dead end.

Yeah, only for the cops.

We ditch your ambulance here,

make our way across this
terrain on foot to Claudine,

where the station wagon
is parked and waiting.

Quick shot down to 16th Avenue,

left about a quarter
of a mile to Waialae,

left, shot to the freeway,

and we're on our
way to the plane.

You really think
they'll be chasing us?

Police? I think we should
allow for it, don't you?

Well, it's a long way
around for nothing.

What are they gonna be
chasing us for, jaywalking?

Can't do anything
without Putney.

It's been dark for
an hour, you know.

They're not back.

Steve. Yeah.

That, uh, marble
dust checks out.

It matches what you found
at Roxie Newton's apartment.

So Murray had
to be there. Right.

McGARRETT: Who else
was in that apartment?

Well, the bathroom
carpet at the Newton place

contained hair from
three individuals,

one I know to be Orwell's.

The samples, uh, match
those that we took from his cell.

As for the others,
brunette, female,

bleached to blonde,
about 30 years old.

I assume this to be Miss Newton.

The remaining individual
is a male Caucasian,

about 60, silver-gray hair,

curly, originally reddish-blond.

Dinosaur, huh?

Well, this dinosaur
is 62 years old,

silver-gray hair,
originally reddish-blond.

Think he could be our man, Chin?

Where is he now?

Still no-show, boss.

The last thing I got
was a week ago.

That's when he left
Maui to come over here.

Okay, I want an APB

With strict orders to
follow, not intercept.

I see here he is
the owner of a plane

with sufficient range
to reach the mainland.

Danno, get on the
horn to Maui police.

Chin, Kono, try the airports.

I want that plane located.

Come on.

I fold.

Well?

Twenty floors.

That's 200 feet straight down.

So what? Can you do it?

Well, I guess I'll have to.

Potter?

I found another way to
disconnect those phones.

It'll also give you more time
to disable the burglar alarms.

I'll go over them
with you in a minute.

It's in the same room that
you spliced into the TV cable.

Harding, you working tomorrow?

Yes.

Good. Fake a
little engine trouble.

I want you and your ambulance
off the duty roster by 1 p.m.

You got it. All right.

Run down your checklists.

Two o'clock tomorrow afternoon,
we hit the diamond exchange.

Mr. McGarrett, your extra
lines are working now.

Mahalo.

Steve, that plane
belonged to Lennox. Yeah.

It took off from
Maui this morning.

He wasn't on it, but
it's due in here soon.

And here's the thing,
he's got a full load of fuel,

enough to reach
the mainland. Okay.

Then we've gotta assume
the caper's on, probably today.

And aren't we in great shape?

Well, at least we
can ground the plane,

but then Orwell is bound to
have an alternate escape route.

What about his trip
to the yacht harbor?

I've got a list of boat
rentals made that day.

No boat of any size was rented
to anyone resembling Orwell.

Well, then, maybe we're
looking for something too big.

Remember, he's an experienced
small-boat deep-water sailor.

I don't know, Danno.

We seem to be missing
a bet somewhere.

Like the, uh, chemical
Orwell bought,

that heart attack stuff, huh?

And his trip to
the yacht harbor.

Both risky excursions
for a wanted man.

Which means they must
be important to his scheme.

Danno, get down to the harbor,

take as many men as you need.

Check this all out again.

Chin, get on that phone.

Ground the plane
as soon as it gets in.

Kono, alert our units.
Get that chopper in the air.

Here's a list of the
18 most likely targets.

Start calling them now.

They're to call us
back every ten minutes.

I'll help. I'll
take the first six.

Uh, no, sir, Mr. McGarrett.
Nothing unusual at all.

But if anything goes
wrong, I'll call you.

No, no. No. If Orwell hits you,

you won't be able to
call, you understand?

Our only warning is
your failure to report,

so call in every ten minutes,

every ten minutes exactly.

You got that?

Yes, sir. I understand,
Mr. McGarrett.

You'll hear from me at 2:01.

Excuse me. Yes, sir?

I'm supposed to meet
a Mr. Redfield here,

a member of the exchange.

Is... Is this the only
elevator to the trading floor?

Yes, sir. That's
the only elevator up.

Well, I'll wait.

Perhaps he's
somewhere in the lobby.

Fine.

You sweating?

Maybe you should have
the heart attack instead.

Two minutes.

All right, drop those guns!

Drop them, I said!

Or these men are dead.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's have your goods.

I could use some help.

What's the matter?

Mister, what's the matter?

Don't touch him.
D-Don't move him.

That man's in trouble.

Better get them back.

I'll call an ambulance.

Federal Savings
checking in. They're okay.

Essex Jewelers okay.

Federal, Essex.

Excuse me. Look out.

Clear the doorway. Let
those doctors through here.

Chest pain... Very
bad chest pains.

Somebody get these
people out of here.

This is an emergency.

Give us room to work.

Close these doors.

I'm... I'm his...
I'm his friend.

I came here to meet him.

Okay, you can stay.

Okay, Orwell,
you can quit acting.

Orwell?

They've jammed the door somehow.

So what? They won't
get down that elevator.

Steve, the diamond
exchange, they haven't called in.

They're a minute late,
and the phone rings busy.

Okay, that's it, then.
The diamond exchange.

Keep calling them.

All units, priority
one. This is McGarrett.

The diamond exchange.
Repeat, the diamond exchange.

Sector 4, get going.

The line's still busy.

This one too.

There's a guard
downstairs in the lobby.

You got his number?

Ten million.

Well, It's more like 11 million.

Boy, it's a big day up there.

Okay, let's go.

Yes?

This is McGarrett.
Where is your elevator?

Upstairs. Why?

The diamond
exchange has been hit.

What took you so long?

What's going on
there? The exchange?

There's nothing wrong
with them, Mr. McGarrett.

I'm looking right
at the monitor.

There's a lot of commotion
down here, though.

There's a man who
just had a heart attack.

Heart attack? What
man? Where is he now?

I'm sorry, they just took
him away in an ambulance.

Uh, I think it was
a Clark ambulance.

McGarrett to all units.
McGarrett to all units.

We're looking for an
ambulance, a Clark ambulance,

leaving the area of
the diamond exchange.

Repeat, we're looking for an
ambulance, a Clark ambulance,

leaving the area of
the diamond exchange.

Unit 6, take King Street.

Unit 5, take Beretania.

Units 1 and 2,

block the, uh, entrance
to the Lunalilo Freeway

in quadrant A4.

Burke, have you
spotted anything yet?

No, sir. Nothing yet.

We're swinging north
to the Pali Highway.

See, it pays to let
me run things, right?

Next time... Next
time, you'll know.

Next time.

Orwell, you were
wrong about the cops.

No sign of them.

McGarrett, this is
Burke in the helicopter.

We have your ambulance in sight.

They just turned off
the Pali to Koko Place.

Wait a minute, that
street dead ends.

Yeah, I read you,
Burke. Hold on.

It doesn't make
sense, a dead end.

Why would Orwell do that?

Switch vehicles, maybe?

No.

No, not to come back
down Koko Place.

Uh, just a second, Burke.

Cornelia goes right on down
the 16th and the freeway.

Kono, make a left
at the next corner.

Burke, uh, keep
an eye on Cornelia

for a possible getaway vehicle.

Units 7, 8 and 9,

this is McGarrett, acknowledge.

Just the banker, huh?

- Is that the cops?
- Can't tell.

You're gonna wait to
find out? Let's move.

Five-0, Lennox! Come
out with your hands up!

What do we do, Lennox?

McGARRETT: There
are eight of us, Lennox!

Come out with your hands up!

Well, well... Brunhilde.

It's about time.

Where's Orwell?

Dead.

Back in the meat wagon.

Give me that.

Unit 3. Unit 3.
This is McGarrett.

Do you have Orwell back there?

Orwell? Negative, sir.
Ambulance is empty.

Dispatch? MAN Go ahead.

This is McGarrett. Patch me
through to Danny Williams.

How goes it?

Couldn't be quieter. Slip 207.

This is getting to
be a habit, Orwell.

Well, I was going to
say I don't believe it,

but on second
thought, uh, I still don't.

Where are the real pebbles?

Oh, after you.