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The kids found him.

Anything on him?

This.

Better than 3,000.

It's a miracle he didn't get rolled.

"Francis J. McCoy, Miami Beach, Florida."

Francis J.? Yeah, French McCoy.

One of Big Uncle's top men.

Well, that's what the ID says, let's see if the face matches.

Kemo, have the boys bring him in.

Yes, sir.

McGARRETT: French McCoy doesn't take vacations.

When he travels, it's strictly for business,

and his business is, uh, looking over new territory

for Big Uncle to move into.

Only the territory around here

has already been divided up. Yeah.

McGARRETT: I'd say that was the message

somebody's trying to get back to Big Uncle in Miami.

Murdered, set up for everybody to see,

with his identification and money on him.

"Private property, keep out."

Yeah, I wonder how Big Uncle is gonna take this.

Yeah, that's French McCoy, all right.

Stab wounds in the chest.

Too bad he can't tell us who stuck the knife into him.

Maybe he has.

Come on, what's the matter with you?

McGarrett wants to talk to you, Tasi.

Frisk him, Chin.

Uh-uh.

I know my rights.

And one of them is not to be felt

by this fat-handed Oriental.

Tasi, haven't you heard?

All men are brothers.

Okay, brother, up against the wall.

He's clean.

Not any longer.

Oh, it's against the law now to play pool, is it?

No, only to, uh, stick knives in French McCoy.

Let's go.

In case you hadn't noticed, one of you sank the cue ball.

Lai Po speaking.

Yes.

One moment.

Uncle?

This is Li Wing speaking.

This is very disturbing.

Yet I am in your debt for letting me know so promptly.

Goodbye.

The idiot. What was the good of last night?

We could have been at the movies.

Now what do we do?

Yes, yes, right away.

Take a lesson from me, kids.

You start doing business with idiots,

you end up with a business run by idiots.

Well, ain't that a gas.

Hey, I wonder how McGarrett nailed him.

Get the picture, Tasi?

No little finger.

When strangers talk to me,

they call me "Tanuvasa."

In your language, it means chief.

But we're not strangers, Tasi.

And that is an old Samoan custom, isn't it?

When a messenger arrives from a rival chief

and the news he brings isn't what you wanna hear,

you kill him, cut off his little finger,

and send it back to the rival chief as a warning.

Where's McCoy's little pinkie?

In an airmail envelope on the way to Big Uncle in Miami?

I do not practice the superstitions of my ancestors,

McGarrett.

I did not kill that man.

Also, I have lawyers,

and now I would like to call them.

Here.

You have lawyers?

Big Uncle has soldiers,

he winds them up, points them, says kill and they kill.

What good are lawyers gonna be to a dead man?

How many soldiers does he have, McGarrett?

Hm?

As many as I have cousins and brothers?

Are you going to arrest me, McGarrett?!

Not a chance.

I'm not gonna do you any favors.

Oh, to arrest me would be a favor?

That's right.

In jail you're safe, out on the street you'd never know

when one of Big Uncle's infantry's gonna pick you off.

Now, when that finger gets back to Miami,

you're a marked man, Tasi. Think about it.

Okay, chief, you can go.

Oh, uh,

in order to aid the man that you will send to follow me,

I'll go at once to my bowling alley.

I'll not go visit that stupid Jap

or that, uh, powdery Chinaman,

or the gook slob.

Wait a minute.

This is Hawaii, U.S.A.

It's time for your English lesson.

Repeat slowly after me:

Japanese, Chinese, Korean.

Oh, you know what you can do

with your English lesson, McGarrett.

Everybody count your fillings.

Are those lizard shoes he wears or does he go barefooted?

Hm.

So it's a declaration of war.

You heard him.

Does Big Uncle have more soldiers

than he has brothers and cousins?

Well, they're not gonna turn this island

into their battlefield.

Chin, what do you hear from the lab?

Well, they're still trying to place the time of death.

Check the alibis of, uh,

Li Wing, and Afuso, Kim Lo Lang,

and our friend with the lizard's feet for that time.

Okay.

Danno, pack a bag. You're going to Miami.

Check in with Chief Mahoney down there.

Find out anything you can about Big Uncle.

And I'm particularly interested to know

what his reaction is when he finds out

his number one boy is wiped out.

Right, Steve.

Come on, Kono.

We're gonna pay a visit.

To whom?

The, uh, "powdery Chinaman."

Tell Li Wing McGarrett's here.

And lock up those dogs.

If they bite me they're gonna get rabies.

You know, of course, my nephew Lai Po?

I know all of your nephews, Li Wing.

Did you know that French McCoy was in town?

I did not.

Do you know who he is?

Of course.

But I was not aware he was here in Honolulu.

Did you know he had been murdered?

Not knowing he was here,

how would I know he had been murdered?

Then you didn't see him while he was in town?

As I was unaware of his presence here,

how could I have seen him?

Did you know that French McCoy...?

He doesn't know anything.

He just told you that four times.

Is there a prize for five times, Mr. McGarrett?

If not, get off his back.

I must apologize for my nephew's outburst.

I am sure that he himself is now full of remorse

at his unseemly behavior.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

French McCoy's little finger was cut off.

That is obscene.

Would you know anyone who'd do anything like that?

Mr. McGarrett, how would I, a man of many years,

living in modest retirement, know any...?

Let me lay it out for you, Li Wing.

You know better than I do that all the dope,

prostitution, extortion, gambling,

and refugee smuggling in these islands

is controlled by four families.

Yours, Afuso's, Kim Lo Lang's and Tasi's.

Now, you've divided the territory into four parts,

and so long as each of you remain

on his side of the street, there's a truce between you.

That is only a conjecture I must be permitted to deny.

You can deny anything you wish.

You can also deny that you've made such a good thing about it

that Big Uncle wants a piece of the action.

Maybe all of it.

So he sent French McCoy down here to case the place,

and one of you four stuck a knife in him,

and set him up for a lighthouse.

A lighthouse that Big Uncle would see all the way

back to Miami.

Now,

one of you is a fool.

Because whoever stuck a knife in him

declared war on the boss of bosses on the mainland.

And in a war between Big Uncle and you four bush leaguers,

who do you think is gonna get wiped out, huh?

So if you and your associates, and all your family

don't wanna end up dead,

maybe who'd better tell me who hit French McCoy.

See you.

You too, nephew.

Was my outburst unwise, Uncle?

It was exquisitely timed.

McGarrett's questions were becoming difficult

not to answer.

The young Samoan worries me.

He has not been arrested,

yet McGarrett seems to think that it was he

who committed the murder.

And it was he who, at yesterday's meeting,

insisted that McCoy be killed.

We must meet again.

Immediately.

You will present my most solicitous greetings

to our three unfriendly allies,

and tell them that I expect them here at once

to discuss a matter of grave mutual concern.

Hey, second banana, anybody here yet?

Afuso.

What's the matter, Afuso?

You afraid somebody gonna heist your car?

Listen, you.

I've gotta talk to you at the meeting,

then I'll talk to you.

But you wanna be social with me, forget it.

Social?

Why, I bet you even put water in your sake.

Gentleman, my uncle sends his compliments,

and wonders if you'll join him and Tanuvasa in the library?

Isn't that what we've come here for?

Then let's get it over with fast.

I'm in the middle of inventory.

Gentlemen,

I do not wish to force my hospitality on you

for one instant beyond your requirements of it.

If any of you wish to partake of some refreshment?

Look, can we just cut it out?

I'm in the middle of inventory.

We're supposed to be talking about this McCoy, right,

and who killed him?

Well, let's talk about it.

McGarrett pulled you in.

How come you're out so fast?

I told him I didn't do it.

So how come he nailed you in the first place?

Well, I guess it was my turn.

There was also a clue

of a substantive nature.

What's that mean in American?

The body had been mutilated.

Mutilated?

Ugh, that's terrible.

The mutilation referred to

was the amputation of a little finger.

A custom, I understand,

that is not unknown among certain Samoans.

Hey, hey, hey.

What did you do?

Make a deal with McGarrett to pin the murder on me?

I do not make deals with policemen.

Without accusing you of anything, my young friend,

it is nevertheless true that when we learned

of McCoy's presence here, it was you who very strongly

and volubly urged that he be murdered.

Whoa. Well, then when you all started shaking

like little girls going skinny-dipping

for the first time, I said "all right."

We'll just talk to him.

We won't touch him.

Which was agreed to, by all of us.

Including you.

And kept by me.

Now, Tanuvasa doesn't, uh,

dirty his mouth lying

to cruds and foreigners.

I didn't kill this man.

But when I find the one who did,

and then insulted my ancestors

by imitating a noble custom... So yeah.

There's the one I'll kill.

My apologies.

Tanuvasa Tasi is leaving.

Please see him safely through the gate.

Thank you.

He did it, that punk.

Now we're all up the creek.

Twenty-four hours from now,

we'll be street-fighting with Big Uncle's soldiers.

And I'm in the middle of inventory.

You have precisely outlined the danger we all face.

Unless we can demonstrate to Big Uncle

that we were as appalled at this act as he must be,

he will naturally conclude that we were a part of the murder.

What if we send word that it was the Samoan that did it?

Big Uncle sends his soldiers to wipe out Tasi,

and we're in the clear.

And Big Uncle is left in control of the Samoan's operation.

It would be most unwise to permit him

so convenient a foothold here.

No.

No, there is only one way

to handle this matter.

Well, what is it, then?

Hey, sukiyaki.

He's saying we take care of Tasi ourselves.

Great. Then we end up fighting Tasi's family.

How are we better off?

Tasi murdered his own cousin to become chief.

His whole family fears and detests him.

I do not foresee more than a token protest

at his removal.

And with that removal, we will demonstrate to Big Uncle

our disapproval for McCoy's death.

Also suggesting that we neither need

nor would welcome Big Uncle here in the islands.

Okay.

Who makes the hit?

You got a volunteer.

You are most kind.

I am sure, my young friend,

the day will come when the name of Kim Lo Lang

will be spoken of with awe.

But at this moment, youthful exuberance

must give way to sober experience.

The execution of Tasi

is no ordinary execution.

Only one chance is permitted,

and there must not be a moment for miscalculation.

We must look to someone a little more thoughtful

at this particular instance.

Who have you got in mind?

Someone who in all the years I have known him

has never made an impetuous move.

What have you got, Chin?

French McCoy,

got in yesterday afternoon on 8:30 out of L.A.

He had reservation, um, at the Surf's Inn,

wired from Miami the day before.

For how long?

Three days.

Three days?

Yeah, three days isn't a vacation.

Three days a fishing trip.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Danno?

Yeah.

W... Can you hear me?

We got a bad connection, Danno.

Speak louder, will you?

When did he leave Miami?

What...? What time is the flight from L.A., Danno? Do you know?

No, no, stay there. Keep digging.

Well, next to nothing is about twice as much

as we've come up with.

Yeah.

Take it easy, Danno. Aloha.

Jake Hirsh is on his way.

Big Uncle's top gun?

Yeah. He's due here at 3:30 this afternoon.

Pick Tasi up.

On what charge?

Suspicion of murder.

The only way we're gonna prevent a gang war

is to have Tasi locked up and safe.

During the time it takes us to get to the airport,

turn Jake around, and head him back to the mainland.

Why should I come to your warehouse, Afuso?

It smells.

Then holds your nose while you're here.

I've got something to say to you.

And you only need your ears for that.

What can you say to me?

I could tell you who's trying to pin McCoy's murder on you.

Hey, why you do me this favor?

It's no favor.

He frames you for something today,

he could frame me for something tomorrow.

I don't like that kind of work.

It's no good business for anybody.

But you take care of him,

and you're helping yourself and all the rest of us.

When shall I come to your warehouse, Afuso?

Well, I'm doing inventory now.

And then I've got to go across town to meet some retailers.

After business hours.

Say 6:00.

The gates will be open.

I'll be there. At 6.

Whew.

So you've been telling me the truth, huh?

I only tell lies when it's a good long-term investment.

Gets tricky.

You got too many things to remember when you tell lies.

You're not completely the idiot I always thought you were.

But what doesn't figure yet is, uh, why you warned me.

Maybe it's time some of us who ain't a hundred years old

started thinking about retiring a few of the granddaddies.

Maybe that retirement should begin this afternoon,

with the head of the Afuso family.

Right on, Tanuvasey.

Tanuvasa.

We got 15 minutes.

I know him. He won't be late.

You two go home.

You know what to say if the cops come.

We know.

McGarrett.

McGarrett,

if you want a bargain in dead beef.

What did you say?

I said: if you want a bargain in dead beef,

get to Pier 25 in 15 minutes.

Pier 25?

J. Afuso and Sons.

I was early.

McGARRETT: Out.

The speedometer goes to 120,

I couldn't get it past 90.

Tell Ralph Nader. Out.

Put your hands behind your head.

Who was on the other end of this finger, Tasi?

You might have known him.

Uh, big Japanese warrior.

Might have known him?

He's, uh, in there dead.

You killed him?

Self-defense.

He tried to gun me down.

Go see for yourself, cop.

McGARRETT: Check it out, Kono. Then book him.

Murder one.

I'm on my way to the airport.

Tell Chin to meet me there.

Jake Hirsh?

You're McGarrett.

Yeah, we got mug photos of you at home.

What are you doing on the islands, Mr. Hirsh?

Chasing a little sun.

And you're getting on the next plane out of here.

You're telling me I can't stay in Honolulu?

That's right, pal. Only in jail.

Well, you're violating my first amendment.

You got nothing on me.

How about illegal possession of firearms?

Where am I illegally possessing them?

Open it.

That's unreasonable search and seizure.

Heh-heh. He's memorized the Constitution.

We're not searching it, we're not seizing it.

Open it.

Very interesting.

That? That's for protection.

I've been told it's not safe on the streets at night

around here.

You'll never find out, my friend.

Next plane out.

Chin, take Mr. Hirsh to the ticket counter.

I've got a round trip.

You think I was gonna spend the rest of my life here?

French McCoy did.

Chin, get him a seat on the next plane,

sit with him till he leaves, and watch it take off.

Right, Steve.

Aloha, Mr. Hirsh.

Aloha to you, pal.

And ram it.

McGARRETT: Only one thing:

Somebody is trying to run Five-0 up a palm tree.

Come on home, Danno. Thanks.

Jenny?

Get me the airport and page Chin.

He's on the 5:15, Steve.

It's just taking off.

Well, why the 5:15? There was a plane out at 4.

He already had a reservation booked on the 5:15.

He came in at 3:30,

and he had a reservation out on a 5:15?

Come on in. Come on in, Chin.

Kono,

go get Li Wing and Kim Lo Lang.

I want them here in this office right away.

What are you gonna do, boss?

I'm gonna tell both of them

something one of them already knows.

McGARRETT: Okay, this is what I'm gonna tell you both

but it's only gonna be news to one of you.

Don't bother to deny it.

I just got a phone call from Miami,

and these are the facts, gentlemen.

Either you, Li Wing, or you, Lo Lang,

aren't satisfied with your 25 percent of the action down here.

One of you has gotten greedy and wants it all.

And whichever one of you it is, you're halfway there, right?

You've already gotten Tasi's and Afuso's piece,

now you're ready to muscle in on each other.

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

And I must sadly confess, neither do I.

Hm.

One of you took a contract from Big Uncle

to hit French McCoy

when Big Uncle sent him over here.

One of you killed him, set him up in the water,

cut his finger off to make it look as though Tasi had done it,

and the next move one of you made

was to get Tasi to take care of Afuso.

And make sure that I was there, to nail him.

Very clever.

Any questions?

Yeah. Can I get back to my yacht shop?

I hate to miss out on a big sale

sitting here listening to this bull.

Yeah, you can go back to your store.

And you can go back to your fortress.

But don't forget this, gentlemen:

whichever of you took care of Tasi and Afuso,

the next move is against the one who didn't.

So keep looking over your shoulder.

If you have any evidence my uncle committed murders,

you have to charge him.

And if you don't, you'll have to let him go.

No, I don't, sonny.

I don't have to do anything at all.

All I have to do is wait for your uncle to kill him,

or for him to kill your uncle.

Then just pick up the one that's left,

and thank him for supporting his local police.

Okay, gentlemen, goodbye,

and I do mean goodbye to one of you.

You know, Chin,

we've been nibbling away at these four families for years.

Putting an uncle away here, a brother there,

closing down a brothel,

sending up a few nephews,

but always nibbling, nibbling.

Never getting a clear shot at the heads of families.

Well,

maybe this is our chance.

If we've got the patience to play the same cat and mouse game

with them that they've been playing with each other

for years, maybe, just maybe,

we can clear them out once and for all.

Yeah, maybe we can.

What do we do?

We wait.

How'd you get him in here, in a helicopter?

Tell each other some jokes for a while, okay?

Pretty good seats.

What do you got, season tickets?

It seemed a salubrious place for a quiet talk.

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Grandpa.

What's this quiet little talk gonna be about?

May I begin by asserting that I am not the individual

who is seeking to encroach upon the holdings of his associates?

I covet no additional territory.

You saying it's me, Dad?

I am no longer a young man.

Well, you could have fooled me.

But the years have not been unkind to me.

I have prospered in my various enterprises,

and the well from which I draw my water

for so long is far from dry.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Dad,

but you're getting ready to say something.

I am offering all my holdings in the Hawaiian Islands,

for a suitable price.

Oh, you're gonna take the money and run, huh?

No.

My grandchildren live in Taiwan.

It has long been my wish to visit them.

I think this would be a propitious opportunity.

Well...

How much you asking?

A million dollars.

Got a match?

You're a nut, you know that?

A million dollars.

It was merely an exploratory figure

to gauge your reaction.

Perhaps a half a million dollars?

I'm sorry, I have no matches.

A man don't have a match,

and he's asking for half a million dollars.

You know, you're not just getting old,

you're getting senile.

My requirements are not extravagant.

A quarter of a million dollars, and my property becomes yours.

Sixteenth of a million?

A thirty-second?

You know something, Dad, you're beautiful.

You shouldn't be up here in the cheap seats doing your act.

You should be on the stage.

I see.

Well then, I make you my final offer.

For everything I have operated for a considerable profit

these past many, many years,

will you give me half a dollar?

I wouldn't pay you half a cent.

Your answer was not unexpected.

Good day.

It's 11:30.

I'll take over.

Go to bed, cousin. Good night.

Good night.

All the current is on, uncle. Everything is secured.

Thank you, my nephew.

I think I may safely go to my bed now,

free from the fears of nocturnal incursions.

Good night, Lai Po.

Good night, uncle.

He's gone to bed.

Go through the billiard room to the front hall.

Upstairs to the second floor.

Third door on the right.

The light switch is just inside on the left.

His bed is across the room, under the windows.

Got it.

I never figured you, kid.

I dig the side that wins.

That's my side every time.

It's the only side, kid.

Third door, huh?

On the right.

See you.

Who is it?

You disappoint me.

Well, that busts me all up, no kidding.

I took you to be cleverer.

Yeah. Well, I'm clever enough not to get caught lying in bed.

I brought you something.

A present.

Compliments of Big Uncle.

I take it,

this object was once attached to French McCoy.

You got it, Dad.

Whom you killed?

Oh, no. No, no. Who you killed.

Get it?

There's the proof.

When McGarrett finds you in the morning

with a slug in your skull

and French McCoy's pinkie pointing at you,

that blows his whole dumb theory about taking over the island.

Hm?

That little finger says you hit McCoy,

and one of Big Uncle's soldiers sneaked over and hit you.

Very ingenious.

And so you undertook the execution of McCoy

for Big Uncle.

In return for what, if I may ask?

Hands off the islands, that's what.

I'm out to get it all. I told him.

If he'd like me to take care of McCoy,

he'd better let me have it all.

And you expect him to abide by that bargain?

Big Uncle?

Well, I've got it all, don't I, Dad?

Afuso's dead, Tasi's in jail for killing him,

and in a couple of seconds you're gonna be totaled too.

Which leaves me with the whole luau.

You know, I don't understand you.

When we walked out of McGarrett's office,

you knew it was me.

And when you left that stadium,

you knew I wouldn't make a deal.

Now, you had, uh, six hours to make a move.

Well, why didn't you do something?

McGARRETT: He did.

Steve?

Okay, Kono. Here.

Are you all right, uncle?

Yes, I'm all right, my nephew.

You lousy chink.

I thought you didn't make deals with cops.

I did it with the greatest reluctance.

Since you refused to make a deal with me,

I had no other choice.

My part of the bargain:

one-way plane ticket, Taiwan, coach.

Be on it.