Hawaii Five-O (1968) s02e04 Episode Script

Just Lucky, I Guess

It's all right, Lester.
He's just coming up to fix the plumbing.
I told you I was in hardware.
I was just admiring your ice cubes.
They're dripping all over the floor.
I'm sorry.
I hope I'm not taking up too much of your time.
You don't get out much on your own, do you, Mr.
Sloane? It shows, huh? I thought I was being real smooth.
Great ice cubes.
You know, I can't figure out why I'm so nervous.
Well, why don't you just relax.
You know something? You could be a model, or anything.
How come you? Never mind.
So go ahead and ask it.
How'd a nice girl like me, et cetera, et cetera? Oh, it's none of my business.
Well, Mr.
Sloane, I was just lucky, I guess.
That's a joke.
And you're supposed to laugh.
Relax.
It's not a shakedown.
Relax.
Who is it? - What's going on? Is it police? - No.
Quiet.
Take the key, hide somewhere.
- Hide somewhere.
- I don't want any trouble, please.
- I have a wife.
- Quiet.
Come on in, Charley.
Sit down.
- Nothing.
- Nothing.
Okay, where is it? Where's what? I am running out of patience, and you're running out of time.
Where is it? I haven't got it.
I haven't.
I asked, where? I don't know what you're talking about, Charley.
I am talking about my merchandise.
Where, Angela? Tell Charley Bombay.
Charley, you know I wouldn't try anything.
Everybody tries.
But it's dumb to try it with me, Angela.
Now, for the last time, where is it, Angela? I told you I haven't got it.
I haven't.
What you haven't got is a pretty face anymore.
Please, Charley.
Please.
- Charley, please.
- You silly - Charley.
- silly broad.
Please, Charley, please.
- Hi, Steve.
- Phil.
Did she jump or was she pushed? We don't know yet.
The bedroom's in even worse shape.
Yeah, I saw it.
I wonder if he found what he was looking for.
Ice cubes barely melted.
Maybe we got ourselves a witness.
I'll check it for prints.
Let me know.
Operator, give me Give me the Honolulu Police.
Yeah? I know, operator.
Never mind.
Just never mind.
I'm sorry.
Cancel the call, please.
I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.
Eighteen years old.
Says so on her temporary driving permit.
Eighteen, huh? Out brief candle.
What else? No record of employment, arrests, hospital admission.
No bank account.
Paid for everything by cash.
Including 550 for the pad.
- Five-fifty a month? - Right.
HPD figures she had thousands of dollars in clothing and jewelry.
Fancy, brother.
The autopsy showed multiple needle marks.
Oh, now we get down to the nitty-gritty, huh? - In the veins behind the knees? - That's the trick.
Eighteen and a mainliner.
What else? From New Jersey, says so on her library card.
Okay, we've got a young girl from the mainland, lots of money, no visible means of support.
Shoots in the veins behind the knees, adds up to one thing: Prostitute.
Only strictly high-class.
Plenty of money behind this operation.
- Who does that sound like? - Charley Bombay.
Bombay all the way.
He's got all the young ones all over Waikiki on a string.
And he's had a hand in everything else that's rotten.
Okay, check her out with the New Jersey State Police.
I wanna know everything there is on Angela Carlson.
Right.
Oh, and HPD came up with a good set of fingerprints off that highball glass.
They wired them to Washington, they'll get back to us with information.
Chin, get some copies made.
I wanna know every move she made last night.
Times, places.
Danno, hold the fort.
I gotta talk to a snake.
See who it is, Tom.
Come in, McGarrett.
It's okay, Tommy.
You almost caught me with my finances down.
Sit down, or would you like to call Internal Revenue first? Oh, that's just a fine and a couple years.
I got bigger things for you, Charley.
And what else is new, McGarrett? I mean, you've been after me for so many years.
Too long.
I'm gonna bust you this time, Charley.
Yeah? I'm a respectable businessman.
I run a small nightclub.
What's to bust? One of your girls got shoved off a terrace last night, Charley.
Not one of mine.
I read her name in the paper this morning.
- Angela something.
Right? - Right.
- Right.
- She worked for you, remember? Look, McGarrett, a lot of people work for me.
Maybe she worked as a waitress for a couple of weeks.
I don't remember.
Would you like a drink? Your waitresses live in $550-a-month apartments, Charley? Well, maybe she had something going for her.
She had something going, Charley.
She was one of your girls.
Why did you kill her? That's a nice bluff.
You got an alibi for last night? You talk alibi, I gotta talk lawyer.
Now, are you prepared to come in all the way on this? All the way.
Angela Carlson was one of your girls.
She was pushing H just like all the rest, and you killed her because she wouldn't kick back to you.
You're off-base.
You're not even on first base.
You're out.
Sure, sure.
- I'll see you, Charley.
- Hold it.
Next time, you bring a warrant.
I'll have it.
And the charge is murder one.
McGarrett.
Even if she did work for me, would I drop her nine floors just because she held back a couple of dollars? It doesn't figure, and you know it.
Look, man, I already told the HPD.
Yeah, well, you tell me.
But I didn't get a good look at him.
He was a haole, right? About 40, 50? Older, younger? It was dark, man.
He hurried inside.
I didn't get a look at him.
- And that's all you know? - Yeah.
Look, brother, you hold back, and you're busted.
Maybe I'll fix it to bring you downtown.
- What for? - To look through a lot of mug shots.
Then maybe we'll talk a little longer.
You like that, brother? He won't be in the mug shots.
Oh, he won't be there? No.
He was a visiting fireman.
A visiting fireman, huh? What else? Come on, give, brother, give.
Said he was in the hardware line.
Hey, fellas.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, fellas, hold it.
Hold Hey, will you hold.
Hold it.
Hey, hey, hold it a minute.
Look, will you please hold it down a minute? Hold it! Hold it.
Okay, that's better.
All right.
Now, look, let's tell him now, not wait till tonight, huh? What do you say? Yeah.
Swell.
Okay.
All right.
Now, look.
We had a nice lunch and before we break it up, there's something that I just can't hold back any longer.
Marty Sloane, stand up.
Now, as you all know, tonight, about 1500 hardware dealers are gathering together to honor the Man of the Year.
The man, who by his hard work and ethical practices, has set an example for all of us to follow.
The man that we call Mr.
Hardware.
Well, the votes are in.
And that man is gonna be Marty Sloane.
Congratulations, pal.
Say, how about that, huh? Well, I've been in the business I just wanna say that I just wanna say that it's a great honor.
Thanks.
Thank you.
I You wanna see me? This way, please.
Mr.
Bombay.
Get back in a few minutes.
Hello? What? Are you sure? What's his name? All right.
You made yourself a hundred.
You searched the apartment last night? We looked everywhere, Charley.
There was a guy there.
There was a guy there! Five-0 just picked him up.
You saw us, Charley.
We turned the place upside down.
The terrace.
You were on the terrace, Charley.
With the girl.
Remember? I remember.
I remember the terrace.
And a guy by the name of Marty Sloane is going to remember too, you know.
And when he does When he does Find that guy.
And get our stuff back.
And kill him.
And I mean now! Okay, you bought her a drink and you left together.
No, I left alone.
Not according to the bartender.
Oh, wait a minute.
I remember now.
We did leave together, like you said, but then she went her way.
And you went her way.
Look, you have no right to treat me this way.
I'm not a criminal.
I know exactly who you are, Mr.
Sloane.
Vice president in charge of sales, Sacramento Hardware.
You've been married 18 years, you got four kids.
You're a member of a church.
Boy Scout leader, a respected member of the community.
No, you're not a criminal.
Just a guy living it up for a week.
You couldn't be more wrong, Mr.
McGarrett.
I don't think so.
We see your type every day.
You're here on a convention, you wanna dance, but when get into trouble, - when you have to pay the piper - You got me all wrong.
When you get into trouble and you have to pay the piper, you fall back on your solid-citizen's act.
Now, what will your wife, your kids, your business associates think about you being up in that room with an 18-year-old girl? Eighteen? Is that all she was? Eighteen? I thought she was She looked 25.
Just turned 18.
Okay, we're making some progress.
Now, will you tell us what happened up in that room? Eighteen.
Just a year older than my Gladys.
Mr.
Sloane, will you help us and tell us what happened up in that apartment? I left the bar with her, like you said.
And we went back to her place and made some drinks.
And we talked for a while and somebody knocked on the door.
And I hid on the terrace.
Who came into the apartment? I didn't see.
It was dark, I didn't see.
It was dark outside on the terrace? Yeah.
And the lights were on inside the apartment? - Yeah.
- And you couldn't see? She just gave me a key and told me to hide.
She gave you a what? A key.
Flight number 17 now arriving from Los Angeles at gate number 12.
- Would you believe? - Is somebody putting us on? I don't know.
- What is it? - To think I stopped believing in him.
- Who? - Santa Claus.
- What is it? - H.
Heroin.
Cute, huh? It's warm, it's cuddly, it sleeps, it cries.
And it's stuffed with more than two pounds of uncut heroin.
It's gotta be worth what? A kilo of heroin, a quarter of a million at least, huh? Figures that's what flushed Bombay out of his sewer.
Yeah, but how do we tie Angela Carlson to it? Maybe she stole it from Bombay? Maybe somebody gave it to her to push? Whatever, that's not the point.
The fact is, she had it.
Bombay knew she had it.
And he wound up killing her for it.
You buy that? A guy like Bombay doesn't write off a quarter of a million.
He's looking for this, looking hard.
It says here that Angela Carlson had an older sister.
In New Jersey.
She's a patient in an alcoholic ward.
Yeah, wouldn't it be something if the sister turned up to claim Angela's property? What are you getting at, Steve? Charley Bombay, one way or the other.
We're gonna give him a chance to buy this doll back.
Doesn't wash.
She's hospitalized.
How you gonna get her out here? Well, we're pretty good at manufacturing sisters, aren't we? All right, tell me about it again.
My one and only record.
I was signed to do another one, but I never showed up for rehearsals.
The record company cancelled my contract, said I was drunk.
That was a lie, the band leader had it in for me.
- What did you do after that? - Went back to club work.
Some crummy joint in New Jersey.
I could have made it big if I didn't have to stay home and play nursemaid to my dumb kid sister, Angie.
- What about your parents? - The usual number.
They ran a small bar called Matty's Cozy Nook.
Pop took off after Angie was born, no one ever saw him again.
Momma died four years ago, so I was stuck taking care of the kid.
How old was Angela then? - Fourteen.
- And you? Twenty-six.
- Where did you live? - Hoboken.
- What address? - Twenty - I forgot it, Steve.
- Look, 29 McHale Street.
Apartment 4B.
- 29 McHale Street, Apartment 4B.
- 29 McHale Street.
- Joyce, it's gotta be letter-perfect.
- I'll get it.
I'll get it.
You'll get it? Angela's dead because of this doll.
And Bombay will kill again to get it.
Well, it all comes within a policewoman's territory.
All right.
All right.
Let's knock it off, it's late.
No.
Let's hit it again.
I wanna get it letter-perfect.
- You sure? - I'm sure.
Okay.
Insurance card, Social Security card, driver's license, airline ticket, keys to home, keys to the hotel.
Union card.
AGVA, you know what that is? American Guild of Variety Artists.
Right.
How did you get started singing? Amateur night at the Hudson Rialto.
I won second prize.
- You have an agent? - Jack Barnum.
Where are his offices? The Graystone Building in Newark.
He also wrote my act for another 10 percent.
Joyce, never, never volunteer any information.
But now that you have, do you pay commission to anybody else? Yeah, 15 percent to a Mr.
Mayorca.
He's the head of some kind of syndicate group.
I don't ask questions.
He pays for my vocal arrangements and costumes.
I thought your agent wrote your act.
Yeah, but he didn't write the arrangements.
- Aren't they part of the act? - Yeah, they are, but they - But they're not what? - Jack didn't write them.
Well, who wrote them? You said that the agent wrote it.
- Either he wrote the act or he didn't.
- Steve, will you stop it? I'm sorry.
Okay.
You're tired.
It's late.
We'll quit.
How about a drink, huh? What's the matter, mister? You wanna put me back in the psych ward? That's good, Joyce.
- Who is it? - Raquel Welch.
Are you ready, Marty? I thought you were gonna be ready.
I told you, we're gonna celebrate tonight.
You're Mr.
Hardware, man.
Now, come on, get going.
I'll see you down at the bar.
Willie.
Can you wait a minute and have a drink with me? Well, the boys are waiting.
I told them I'd meet them.
Just one drink.
Okay.
Why not? Hey, either we're having an earthquake, or something is shaking you up.
You're spilling it.
Must have been something I ate.
Yeah? Willie.
How long have you been married? Sixteen years.
Look, Marty.
- Look, we're gonna have - Listen.
Did you ever get in trouble with your wife? I mean, you know, real trouble.
Not just an argument over what movie to see.
Once.
Yeah, once.
I told her I was gonna spend the night in town with my brother.
Then she saw my brother at a bingo game.
So, what happened? What happened? The roof fell in, that's what happened.
But after a while, she got over it.
Most women do, I think.
For the kids, maybe, but for whatever reason, they do.
Did it? Did it change anything? What do you mean? I mean, in your personal relationship? Well, to tell you the truth, Marty, I don't know about you and Nan, but with Edna no.
No, it didn't change anything.
Nothing.
Suppose there was big trouble.
Suppose it was not only Edna who knew, but your kids and the boss and the people you work with.
And your neighbors, everyone.
Everyone who matters in your life.
Hey, you're really uptight, ain't you? Well, I suppose I'd swallow my pride, look everybody straight in the eye and pack my bags for Siberia.
He never leaves the room.
Or he leaves with a half a dozen guys.
Yeah, yeah.
Hold it.
Just a moment! Yeah, now, listen, you get him alone, do you hear me? We can't get him alone, Charley.
You'll find a way.
Or I'll get you alone.
Okay, Charley.
Okay.
Okay.
Now come in.
Sit down.
Sit down.
So you're Angela Carlson's sister.
Right.
You got something to sell, huh? Something soft and white and pure as the driven snow.
About two pounds of it.
Your sister gave it to you? She left it where I could find it.
I found it.
How much do you want for this merchandise? Two hundred thousand dollars.
You've got a great sense of humor.
But don't push it.
You know what I mean? Now, how much do you want for this merchandise? Why don't you make me an offer? This is not my bag, you understand.
I'm doing it for a friend of mine, see? I think that he'll go 100,000, top.
You're the one with the sense of humor.
Easy, baby, easy, baby.
You take it easy.
Hey, look.
I know what good stuff is worth.
I priced it three hours ago by phone with a friend in Jersey City.
You got an offer on the mainland? Why do you come here? Because I don't wanna get caught flying back with a suitcase full of talcum powder.
Sit down.
Where do you live in? Kaiolu Motel.
Room 617.
The same one your hoods searched about an hour ago.
Come on, you really think I'm stupid enough to keep the stuff in my room? I have to cover all bases, baby.
Beginning with home plate.
Allen.
Allen, give me the Kaiolu Motel, please.
Now, tell him who you are, and ask him to give you time and charges on your call to New Jersey.
Hello.
This is Joyce Carlson, room 617.
I want time and charges on a call to Jersey City.
Time and charges on long-distance call from room 617 to Jersey City, New Jersey.
Four minutes, $12.
80 plus tax.
Are you satisfied, Mr.
Bombay? That you made a call to Jersey City, yes.
Well, anything else you wanna know about me, why don't you ask me? Ready on your call to New Jersey.
See, I got friends in New Jersey too.
And maybe they know something about you that I don't know.
Or maybe they don't know you at all, baby.
Lou? Lou? This is Charley Bombay.
Right, Honolulu.
How are you, Lou? Fine.
Listen, Lou.
Lou, listen.
I wanna find out something, Lou.
Hammers and nails and twine Stars and pipes and thimbles too We're into hardware just for you Listen, let's go get some Chinese food.
- The Chen Chung Fou.
- Yeah, that's a good Hey, wait, Marty, wait.
Wait a moment.
Where you going? - We're gonna try the bar and then - I need to take a drive.
Get some air.
I'll see you later.
Yeah, we'll see you later.
Come on, I know just the place to go.
Get out of here.
Kill me They tried to kill me.
- Come on, Mr.
Sloane.
- They My God, they tried to kill me.
Why would anyone wanna kill you? Because they were connected with that girl.
How would you know? You said you didn't see anyone that night.
Look, I'm a citizen.
I have a right to police - A right? - Yes! That's very funny, Mr.
Sloane.
We protect two million a year like you.
You come and you go.
You play games in that 100 square blocks called Waikiki.
Pretty stupid games.
Things you wouldn't be caught dead doing back home.
But still we protect you.
We bust our guts to protect you.
But when we need your help, it's a different story, isn't it? Now, who was in that apartment? Who killed her? - What did you see? - I told you I didn't see anything.
It was dark.
Look.
Look at him.
Did you see him? Was he there? Is this the man who threw her off the terrace? Please, Mr.
McGarrett.
I don't know.
I didn't see.
There was a palm in the way.
- You're lying, Mr.
Sloane.
- I'm not.
- I can see it in your face.
- I didn't see.
Look, will you please help us? Please.
Was it him? I can charge him with murder.
I can make it stick.
But I need your help.
Think of that 18-year-old girl lying on the pavement.
- Same age as your daughter.
- Stop it.
I told you I can't identify anyone.
- I saw nothing.
- You're lying.
- Nothing.
- You're lying.
I know you saw something, and you know it.
Now get out of here.
One hundred thousand, you take it or leave it.
You turn me down, and you are in trouble.
Now, come on, now, make up your mind.
Let's face it.
You know, you really only have one chance.
One choice.
Now, come on, now.
- I don't scare easily.
- Neither did your sister scare easy.
Now, what do you say? You got yourself a deal.
Good.
Five-0 to Central.
I'm getting them loud and clear.
But we make the exchange in a public place.
- I'll call that shot.
- No, you don't.
I meet you in private, I don't live long enough to sing four bars of "Yankee Doodle Dandy.
" Okay.
You name it.
Ala Moana Center.
Just you, none of your hoods.
- I bring the flour, you bring the bread.
- All right.
Take the little lady back home.
She had a busy day and busier tomorrow.
Well, take her.
Now, everything go as we say, count one hundred G's.
You cross me and you'll count yourself dead.
Operator.
Room 341.
I'm checking out.
Have my bill ready, please.
Thank you.
- Where you going, Mr.
Sloane? - I'm getting out of here right now.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Sloane.
You're in protective custody.
You'd better unpack.
You'd better.
What do you guys want with me? What? I told you I don't know anything.
McGarrett thinks he can slap me into talking.
It won't work.
You tell him that.
Look at that.
I've been through a war, two operations, four years in Little League baseball.
I got the shakes.
Shakes.
Can I get you something? Yeah.
Some guts.
- How about a shine, lady? - No, thanks.
Listen, Bombay says you'd better come with me.
You tell him to get lost.
And bring the doll.
You better do like he says, lady.
Please, lady.
Don't make me do something I don't wanna do because Bombay's my connection.
Now, please.
This way.
Hold it, hold it.
What are we waiting for? He's gotta have the stuff in his possession.
All units, Bombay just arrived.
Be very careful.
He hasn't got anything on him.
Let's go.
You were supposed to meet me inside.
Yes, but it's a nice day, you see, so I felt like walking.
- You got the doll in there? - Yeah, you got the bread? Yes.
I have it right here, baby.
Right here.
Well, then, let's get it over with.
No hurry.
No hurry.
Let's get out of here.
All units.
He's headed for the Piikoi exit.
Stop him.
Watch it.
Take it over here.
Call an ambulance.
We'll take Bombay.
Come on, let's go.
- You're under arrest.
- What's the charge, McGarrett? I'm holding no gun.
I have nothing here.
What's the charge, huh? What's the charge? Let's go.
Is there an ordinance about throwing dolls in the ocean, McGarrett? You killed Angela Carlson for what was in that doll.
Yeah? You can prove it, huh? Jenny, send him in.
Take a good look at him, Mr.
Sloane.
He's a narcotics peddler and a murderer.
And I'm gonna have to turn him loose in a few minutes unless you help us.
You really know how to dig them up, don't you, McGarrett? First the policewoman that sells dolls.
And now this jerk here.
This joker.
This Mr.
Punk here.
That's what he thinks of you, Mr.
Sloane.
Jerk, punk, gutless.
Is that what you are? Did you ever see this man before? And I use the word "man" loosely.
No.
No, never.
I think I go home now, McGarrett.
You know, I had a lot of exercise today.
- I'm very tired.
- Sit down.
Sit down.
Please, Mr.
Sloane, listen.
We can put him away for the rest of his life if the charge is murder.
Now, will you please help us? Do you think you're protecting yourself, your way of life, the people you love? There is no way you can stay uninvolved.
No way.
Look at him.
He's a cancer that feeds on society.
And you're part of that society.
Do you think you can close your eyes to what he is and to what he does? You think you can tune up the music and drown out the cries of help from his victims? Kids like your daughter.
He hooks girls on dope and gets them into prostitution to feed the habit.
He's a procurer, a dope peddler and a murderer.
Now, look.
Are you gonna let him walk out of here? I saw him.
He did it.
- He did it.
- Now, you're off your rocker, mister.
I saw you do it.
You shoved her off the terrace! You beat her up and then you killed her! Danno, take him out of here, book him.
Murder one.
I'll get you for this.
I'll get you for this.
I'll worry about it 99 years from now.
I guess I showed him I wasn't a lousy little hardware salesman.
You showed him more than that.
Well, I'll stay here and testify.
It's not gonna be easy for you back home.
Family, friends, you know that.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
But it'd be harder to live with myself knowing that I helped him get away with a murder.
You know, when people like you get involved, really involved, wake up the rats, the snakes, like Bombay, they're dead.
I read somewhere: "Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind.
" I admire you, Mr.
Sloane.
I thank you.
Come on, I'll drive you back to the hotel.