Hawaii Five-O (1968) s11e18 Episode Script

[DISCO MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS.]
In the middle of a packed nightclub.
Somebody must have had a lot of confidence in his marksmanship.
You're here about the pimps that were shot? Yes, I am.
Well, here I am, prime suspect.
We provide you with the little ladies, huh? Now, for that, we want some protection.
The idea of living in your house is We're gonna be so happy.
[DISCO MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS.]
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
[SILENCED GUNSHOT.]
[GIRLS SCREAMING.]
DANNY: Right in the middle of a packed nightclub.
Somebody must have an awful lot of confidence in his marksmanship.
Same somebody who also had a lot of information on his victim.
Look what he sent in to the newspaper.
Yeah.
Regular rap sheet, isn't it? Kamaki, Martin.
Occupation: pimp.
Specialty: teenage prostitutes.
Names of the girls working for him.
Names of the girls whose death he caused.
H.
P.
D.
doesn't have anything that complete on Kamaki.
Major supplier to Roger Maggers' stable.
Maggers isn't gonna like that very much, is he? How long have we been after Maggers? Six years, Danno.
Six years.
And if I thought about it long enough, I could probably give you the exact day, month, hour.
What do you make of this murder? Oh, rival factions, maybe, or a personal grudge.
Somebody knew the victim's habits awfully well.
[INTERCOM BUZZES.]
Grab that, will you? Yes, Luana? LUANA: Mr.
Maggers calling on Line 2.
- It's the maggers.
- I'll take it- Yeah- McGarrett.
MAGGERS: Have you seen this afternoon 's paper? Yes, I have.
I've put up with a lot of accusations from you and H.
P.
D.
Why you continue to pick on a responsible citizen like me is more than I can understand, since you've never proven one single allegation.
Now the lies in the paper.
I want you to find that man.
You owe me, McGarrett I notice that you're not very concerned about him being a killer, only as an accuser, huh? Considering who was murdered, I can't say I am.
Slandering my good name, however; is another matter: Oh, yes, of course, that's much more serious, isn't it? - Now, you listen, McGarrett - No, you listen, pal.
You're right about one thing, I do owe you about 20 years to life.
One of these days, I'm gonna pay you.
As for those lies they just printed, you can always sue the paper for libel or take it up with H.
P.
D.
Technically, it's their jurisdiction.
Is it? Yeah, until we hear otherwise, Danno.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE.]
Oh, no.
Come on.
You either talk to me or the cops.
Which one do you want? - Put that call through now.
SECRETARY: Yes, Mr.
Hendrix.
- How old are you, Margie? - Nineteen.
RUSS: Mm-hm.
Sit down.
You want a soft drink or a cup of tea? No.
- Look, you've got no right-- - I've got every right.
Your parents hired me.
My parents? Sure.
I know a great deal about you.
What do you know? Well, for one thing, you're not 19.
You're 15.
Your name isn't Margie, it's Anne Carpenter.
You're in the tenth grade.
You live in Seattle.
You live very comfortably in Seattle, with parents who perhaps, what, don't understand you to your satisfaction? But who love you very much anyway.
- They don't care anything about me.
- Right.
And you're gonna show them, aren't you? You're going to get even with them for not loving you as much as you'd like by becoming a hooker at 15.
I'm not.
What were you doing getting in the car? - I don't know.
- A man picks you up and offers you money.
What did you think the money was for? Typing envelopes? Okay, it was gonna be the first time.
I mean, I never-- I owe this money.
To a really wonderful guy.
You met him at the airport.
Or was it the bus station? Or a coffee shop? And he told you he cared about you very much.
And he bought you clothes.
He found you a place to live, huh? And he didn't want any harm to come to you because he cares about you so much.
It's true.
He's been wonderful to me.
I don't know how you guessed, but-- Guessing has nothing to do with it, sweetheart.
A girl like you gets off a train, or a bus, or a plane, in any city in the United States, and there's a wonderful guy who cares so much, just waiting.
[INTERCOM BUZZES.]
Yeah? Put the call through.
They're called pimps, by the way.
Pimps are experts at being wonderful, but just for a little while.
Right.
Mr.
Carpenter.
Mm-hm.
I've got good news for you.
That's right.
She's sitting right here with me.
She's fine.
I don't think she wants to talk to you right now.
Why don't you get here as soon as you can? Mm-hm.
Mr.
Carpenter, Anne did wrong by running away, that's agreed.
But perhaps you and your wife did something wrong in causing her to run away, hmm? Right, well, you think about that.
Okay.
Good enough.
So long.
They'll be here day after tomorrow.
Where do I stay in the meantime? Don't worry, sweetheart.
I've got just the place.
What's this place? Prison? Does this place look like a prison? No.
It's actually kind of pretty.
[RUSS CHUCKLES.]
What this place is Well, uh, it's a halfway house for girls.
Nobody over 18.
Most of them runaways like you.
Although, some of them were already into prostitution.
LUREEN: Russ! RUSS: Hey, baby, ha, ha.
Good to see you, ha, ha.
- Do you have time for a visit? - A short one.
I have to get right back.
- Anne, this is Lureen.
- Hi.
- Hello.
- Is Emma around? - Yeah, I'll go get her.
RUSS: Great.
Was she a prostitute? RUSS: Well, no.
But, uh Lureen was raped and beaten when she was 15.
That was a little over a year ago.
Shortly after that, her parents were killed, so the court placed her here.
She was in withdrawal so deep, we didn't think she'd ever come out.
Looks okay now.
Yeah, but it's taken a long time.
Hello, Russ.
- You must be Anne.
- Anne, this is Emma.
She's in charge here.
When Mr.
Hendrix called, he said you'd be spending a couple of days with us.
I hope they'll be pleasant for you.
ANNE: Yes, ma'am.
- Lureen, why don't you show Anne where to register? Okay.
Later.
Later.
Heh.
God, they keep coming.
Found that one just in time.
Lureen's looking wonderful, isn't she? She's looking better every time I see her.
Well, she's your personal triumph.
Without all the time and attention you gave her, I don't know what would've happened to her.
And speaking of time and attention, I've gotten very little of either from you lately.
I'm sorry, Emma.
I've been busier than usual.
The Crusades could've used a man like you.
[CHUCKLES.]
Yeah.
Well, I really have been busy.
I don't know why you put up with old unreliable.
You deserve a lot better.
No taste.
I really would like to see you, Russ.
Even Crusaders need to relax.
You're right.
I just have to clear a few things up so I can relax.
I'll see you, Emma.
Are we doing anything Sunday? Don't we always? Well, I keep expecting you to get sick of hauling a dumb kid around every week.
[RUSS CHUCKLES.]
You're not a dumb kid.
You're an extremely attractive young lady.
And you're about as close as I'll ever come to having a daughter.
Guess you're not gonna dump me, then, huh? No, I guess we're stuck with each other.
Why do I have the feeling that your homework has something to do with Kamaki's murder? Hmm, I know it's not our case, Danno, but I can't help but make certain connections.
Like what, Steve? Oh, like the victim, Kamaki, and the rap sheet on him that was sent to the newspapers.
Now, that sheet was too thorough, too professional to be the work of just anybody.
I remembered something, so I had H.
P.
D.
send over these records.
Do you remember a former H.
P.
D.
lieutenant, I think he was, Russ Hendrix? - He worked vice, didn't he? - Right.
He had one of the most promising careers going for him.
Could have gone right to the top.
Yeah, there was a scandal.
He slugged somebody.
Sure did.
He almost killed a pimp.
The pimp had murdered a teenage prostitute, but Hendrix couldn't prove it.
The guy sued.
Hendrix was forced to retire.
Guess what.
The murdered pimp, Kamaki, was the one Hendrix slugged.
You guessed it.
Guy who wrecked his career.
[CAR HORN HONKING.]
[CAR CRASHES.]
McGARRETT: Yes, governor.
Yes, sir.
Well, what can I tell you? I can't control what happens on Hotel Street.
Very well, sir.
Yes, I'll get back to you.
Thank you.
Danno, Duke, come on in.
Yeah, Steve? A second pimp just rubbed out.
A second rap sheet mailed to the newspaper.
- We're on the case? - Yeah.
I just talked to the governor.
Both executions were designed and carried out to achieve maximum publicity.
Both wire services are hot on the story.
Well, the governor wants it stopped, and we're gonna stop it.
I can guess where we'll start.
Well, you're certainly all in agreement, I'll say that.
It's Hendrix.
There's no doubt.
Ever since Kamaki got him kicked off the force, he's been spooking us, man.
Every time I turn around, he's looking, taking pictures.
And Kamaki was the first one to get hit.
Heh, it's got to be Hendrix.
And he's gonna get all of us, if he keeps it up.
I doubt that Hendrix could be that ambitious.
That includes you too, Maggers.
Heh.
Don't kid yourself.
I assure you, I don't kid myself.
On the contrary, Mr.
Hendrix flatters himself if he thinks he can pull off anything like this.
What're you gonna do about it, Maggers? - Heh.
Oh, it's up to me, is it? LOPAKA: Listen.
We provide you with the little ladies, huh? Now, for that, we want some protection.
All right.
But we keep it clean.
Whoever pulls the trigger can't be traced to us.
I'll order a contract from the mainland.
If you miss me, you call my office.
Right.
Thank you.
[INTERCOM BUZZES.]
Yes? SECRETARY: Mn McGarrett's here to see you.
Send him in.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR.]
Come in.
- Steve.
- Russ.
- It's been a long time.
- Yes, it has.
Well, I was expecting somebody to show up.
- I didn't think it would be you.
- Oh? You are here about the two pimps that were shot? Yes, I am.
Well, here I am, prime suspect.
Motive, background, everything.
But, of course, you had nothing to do with the killings.
Not a thing.
Of course, if somebody's going on a killing spree, I can't think of two more deserving victims.
Russ, what is your theory about the killings? Why would anyone try to take two pimps in such conspicuous places? And why the rap sheet on the victims? Or two pimps, for that matter.
Yes.
Of course.
Well, it's only a guess, Steve.
But the murderer wanted people to know what they were and why they deserved to be killed.
There's something very righteous about that, isn't there? - Righteous? - Moral vengeance, so to speak.
It doesn't smack of a gangland type of killing, does it? Well, I don't necessarily agree with that.
Somebody new moved into the territory, wanted people to know who was boss.
Well, who can say at this point? Russ, I have a search warrant here.
Is there any need to serve it? Not necessary.
Do whatever you like.
Thank you.
It makes it much easier for me.
Duke, will you come in, please? Duke Lukela - Hi.
- Russ Hendrix.
Mr.
Hendrix has kindly agreed to a search of the premises.
- And don't forget the automobile.
- I'll try to be neat.
Another member of my staff will search your apartment, Russ.
Whatever it takes.
Russ, I, uh, sincerely hope that this Search does not turn up anything.
Thanks, Steve.
Promise you, it won't.
Good.
DANNY: Neither of the type faces on the typewriters match the one on the sheets sent to the papers.
DUKE: There was nothing in the office.
Hendrix does have one of the best criminal files I've ever seen, including ones on the victims.
That's to be expected.
He's an ex-cop and his work is on the street.
Nothing in his car, nothing in his apartment.
What about the surveillance? Well, H.
P.
D.
's plainclothes are on surveillance now.
I'm splitting shifts with them.
All right, he's clean so far.
But if Hendrix is our man, he's smart, he's gonna be slippery.
All we can do is keep an eye on him, every minute.
LUREEN: Anyway, they think I'm well enough to be placed with a family.
RUSS: Is that right? LUREEN: Yeah.
RUSS: Think you might like that? I guess so.
A regular home atmosphere.
I could finish school.
Then all of a sudden you're 18, you're off on your own.
Well, I don't know if I'll be ready that soon.
- Uh-huh.
- Heh.
Hey, you still haven't said what we're doing Sunday.
RUSS: Well, I think it's time for a surprise.
LUREEN: You mean you're not gonna tell me? RUSS: If I told you, how could it be a surprise? LUREEN: Gee, Russ.
I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight.
[RUSS CHUCKLES.]
RUSS: That's tough.
LUREEN: You really are a rat sometimes.
RUSS: All right, then, no surprise.
Come on, Russ.
[LAUGHS.]
I'll pick you up Sunday.
Okay.
I love you, sweetheart.
Me too, you rat.
Heh.
I'm a rat, huh? GEORGE: Morning, Mr.
Hendrix.
Hey, George.
How's it going? GEORGE: I wouldn't be surprised if you move in three months from now.
You get in touch with the tile man? GEORGE: Oh, yeah.
They'll be right on schedule.
[RUSS CHUCKLES.]
it's terrific, George.
Thanks a lot.
That's very interesting.
Thank you, Bill.
Appreciate it.
- Bill? - Bill Hayes, H.
P.
D.
He checked some records for me.
It seems that ever since Russ Hendrix got his license, he's been handling nothing but missing-person cases.
That's kind of strange.
It gets even stranger, Danno.
He only locates missing girls.
Little girls.
[SILENCED GUNSHOT.]
[CROWD SCREAMING.]
- Put them right there.
- Sure.
- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.
I never dreamed he'd hit again this soon.
What I wanna know is how do we operate if we can't show ourselves in public? [RINGS.]
- Yes? - Hello.
This is the man from Portland.
All right, thank you.
Our man is here.
Until he gets the job done, I suggest you gentlemen keep a very low profile.
RUSS: Ha, ha.
All right, Steve.
I admit deliberately losing the tail you put on me.
He was good.
But don't forget, I'm an old hand at this sort of thing.
Russ, if you have nothing to hide, why object to being followed? I don't object.
In fact, I welcome it.
- Uh, it makes me feel better.
- Makes you feel better? Stands to reason, if you suspect me, somebody else might.
- The mob? - Sure.
- The mob.
The Kumu.
- I see.
Unsolicited police protection, huh? Twenty-four hours a day.
Heh, of course, uh, sometimes it cramps my style.
That's why I had to give him the slip.
Just hours before the third execution? If you can place me at the scene, why don't you? Okay.
Can you account for your, uh, whereabouts - at the time of the shooting? - Sure.
I can give you the area.
Somebody might've seen me.
But I work the streets a lot.
I have to.
You know that.
Right now I'm chasing five runaways.
You want their pictures, the names of their parents? Russ, I'm aware of what you do and what your job entails.
Then let me do it.
I don't mind the questions.
I know you have to do that.
But you don't have anything, Steve.
You never will.
Okay.
Thanks for coming in, Russ.
Right.
See you, Steve.
Danny.
What do your instincts tell you, Danno? He's lying.
I've been known to be wrong.
Oh, really? Does that happen very often? - Not very, Steve.
- Oh, I admire your modesty.
But you're right, Danno.
I think he is our man.
He better be.
We haven't turned up other leads.
He's glad we suspect him because it provides round-the-clock protection.
Pretty cute.
I'm beginning to see why he was such a good cop.
He sat there and gave us nothing.
Yeah, but one way or another, a man who commits this kind of crime is psychotic.
He's driven by some sort of passion buried deep in his psyche.
If we could dig up what's driving him, that might be a clue to stopping him.
- Some sort of a psychological profile? - Yeah.
For example, his, uh-- His dedication to finding runaways.
But only, only teenage girls.
His rescuing them from prostitution or sexual assault, oh, it's a crusade, Danno.
But why? Is there a connection with something in his past? Start digging, Danno.
We gotta find out what's driving this man.
Right.
LUREEN: Well, this is a surprise.
I don't believe it.
Heh.
It's really yours? Yeah.
LUREEN: it's gonna be beautiful.
RUSS: I think so.
And big.
You gonna live here all by yourself? Well, I wasn't planning on it.
Oh.
- A lady? - Uh-huh.
A really beautiful lady.
I didn't know.
Well, I wanna show you something.
Now, sweetheart, just try to imagine the house when it's completed.
Over here there'll be louvered French doors that lead on to a wonderful terrace with rattan furniture and exotic plants.
And here there'll be a bedroom, with its private bath.
Oh, heh.
That'll be nice.
Is that gonna be your room? No, it's gonna be yours, if you want it.
- Mine? - Mm-hm.
[CHUCKLES.]
We'll be each ether's family.
I'll be the father, you'll be the daughter.
You'll have your own car.
[CHUCKLES.]
You'll go to school down the hill there.
And that way, I'll, uh, watch you grow up, safe and happy.
Oh, Russ, heh.
- I am happy.
- Ha, ha.
- It's all right, then? - Yes.
No obligation.
You don't have to sign on the dotted line.
Obligated? It's like some kind of dream.
You're all I have in the world.
The idea of living in your house is We're gonna be so happy.
[gunshots.]
Halt.
[GUNSHOT.]
He's dead, Steve.
McGARRETT: Oh, you won't find any ID on him, Danno.
He's a professional killer.
Come on.
Let's go.
[SIGHS.]
Can't you tell me anything? It's part of my job to risk getting shot at.
I got no business putting you in danger.
Russ, I'm so afraid.
Don't be afraid, baby.
I'm gonna handle it.
But I can't see you until this is over.
- How long? - Soon.
I promise you.
- Russ, you're bleeding.
- Yeah.
The bullet grazed me a little bit.
I'll take care of it right away.
Go on, baby.
[LUREEN CRYING.]
Come on, honey.
Please, go, baby.
Don't let anything else happen to you.
With you in my life, how could I, baby? Go on, sweetheart.
- Go on.
- All right.
Where is he? He's hurt and I don't know where he is.
He just left her a few minutes ago.
We'll do everything possible to find him.
But exactly-- Exactly how long ago did he leave? Oh, ten, 15 minutes.
And you have no idea where he went? He didn't say.
Let's go, Danno.
- How about a hospital? - No, let's try his office first.
[LUREEN CRYING.]
Oh, Emma, he doesn't know what he means to me.
Mr.
Hendrix.
Mr.
Hendrix.
Mr.
Hendrix, please.
Open the door, Mr.
Hendrix.
You're hurt.
Mr.
Hendrix.
Must've gone out this window.
McGARRETT: Oh, yeah.
- How badly was he hurt? - Oh, very badly.
He must have lost a great deal of blood.
- Where was he hit? - There.
Then there's a good chance he was bleeding internally as well.
- Where would he go? - I don't know, Danno.
Is there a man on his apartment, Duke? Yes, but Hendrix hasn't shown up.
And his car is outside.
So wherever he's going, he has to take a taxi or walk.
Danno, put out an APB on him right away.
Hendrix was a cop in Chicago with a wife and daughter.
His wife died when his little daughter was 3.
Hendrix never remarried.
He brought the child up.
When she was 16, she was kidnapped.
Her dead body turned up in Miami.
Murdered.
She was forced into prostitution.
Hendrix came to Honolulu, bummed around a while, then joined H.
P.
D.
He asked for vice detail.
Yeah.
That explains a lot.
More than you think.
Take a look at this- That's the daughter that was murdered.
- See a resemblance to anyone? MCGARRETT: Mm-hm.
You bet I do.
Lureen, huh? Here's a shot I took of her today.
McGARRETT: You know, Duke, I I had a feeling it might be something like that.
Duke, what was the name of the daughter? - The girl who was killed? DUKE: Nancy Ruth Hendrix.
Steve, take a look at this.
Blood.
Blood? Hendrix must've brushed up against there for some reason.
Yeah.
It sure is blood.
He was very weak.
Could've leaned up against it.
Blood is up rather high.
More likely he climbed up and fell against it.
Hmm.
Yeah.
It stops.
There's no blood up here.
Danno, grab these, will you? [KNOCKING.]
God, it's hollow.
How long has this bookcase been here? As long as I've been here.
But he did have the office before I came to work for him.
Ah.
Look at this.
Some sod of a control.
Hmm.
Kamaki, Keoki, Lopaca.
McGARRETT: We don't know this one, do we? DANNY: No.
Maggers.
Could be, he's gonna skip this guy, get right to Maggers, huh? Let's go.
[GRUNTING.]
[COUGHS.]
[GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[RUSS COUGHS.]
[RUSS GRUNTS.]
Yes? McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0, to see Mr.
Maggers, please.
- Mr.
Maggers isn't here.
- Really? - Well, we're gonna check it ourselves.
- Nobody goes in there.
Duke, stay here and keep your eyes open.
Right, Steve.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[BOTH LAUGH.]
And I said no.
We don't have any time for any more outside help.
We gotta get the job done before any more damage is done.
- And I'm telling you, take care of it.
- Maggers.
I was saving you for the last, but now it can't wait.
You've had it wrong from the beginning.
You and McGarrett.
I never did anything to you.
A 16-year-old girl was almost killed when you put the hit on me.
I never did it.
I never did it.
Put that gun down, Russ, for God's sake.
McGarrett, am I glad to see you.
But why? He can't help you now, Maggers.
Nobody can.
Russ, I don't wanna kill you.
Even if you did, it wouldn't stop me from blowing this filth away.
Russ, listen to me, will you, please? No, Steve.
I'm glad you're here.
You know what this man is? Yeah, I know.
I know.
RUSS: This scum buys little girls.
Little kids.
He dresses them up in fancy clothes, then he rents them out to the highest bidder.
- That's a lie.
- No, that's not a lie.
Russ, killing him is not gonna do any good.
RUSS: And you send them anywhere for the right price, don't you, Maggers? How much you get for a little girl? how much you get? - Thousand dollars a night? - That's absurd.
- How much? how much? - l-- All right.
A thousand dollars.
Yes, 1,000.
RUSS: A thousand dollars.
And then what happens to them? - Uh - Hmm? What happens to them? You brutalize them, don't you? You violate them.
Don't you, Maggers? You strip them of all their human dignity.
You shame them beyond redemption.
Most of them die young.
And those who don't wish to God they had.
How many little girls have you destroyed? - I don't know.
A few-- - how many? You tell me! A hundred, all right? A hundred, maybe.
- A hundred? A hundred? - More, maybe.
- A hundred? - Unh! - Yes.
- Is there any reason why I shouldn't blow this scum away? Russ, I think I know why you wanna be the one to do it.
- Yeah? - Yeah, I do.
You wanna kill Maggers and all his kind because they took your daughter, Nancy, away.
Didn't they? - Yeah.
How'd you know that? - I know a lot of things.
I also know that one of them murdered a little girl, - but you couldn't prove it.
- That's right.
That pimp, Kamaki.
And then you beat him up, and it wrecked your police career.
Kamaki was the first on your list, wasn't he? Huh? Now it's Maggers.
So there won't be any more daughters for him to kill, will there? No more.
All the young lives you've protected and saved for so many years.
Did any of them--? Did any of them remind you of your daughter, Nancy? What're you getting at? You've found her again, haven't you, Russ? After all this time.
Except her name isn't Nancy now.
it's it's Lureen, isn't it? Uh Lureen I love her, like a father.
She even looks like Nancy, doesn't she? And she's almost exactly the same age.
Steve-- It's like regaining all those lost years, isn't it, Russ? Steve My God What are you--? What? You're accuse--? Accusing you? Oh, Russ, I'm your friend.
Listen to me.
You were going to take a 16-year-old girl into your home and care for her, weren't you? Yes.
Care for her until that girl, that child, became a woman.
But what then, Russ? Think about it.
What then? It must've crossed your mind.
Yes.
Yes, it did.
It did.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy, Russ.
[Russ GRUNTS.]
RUSS: Steve, I'm no better than Maggers.
Oh, Russ, there's no connection.
You love Lureen.
You could never hull her.
Never.
He's gone.
Beautiful day.
[GIRLS CHATTERING.]
[SIGHS.]
I did all my crying already, Mr.
McGarrett.
I somehow knew I'd never see him again.
I was crazy when he drove off like that.
I never thought it was possible to love somebody so much.
And he loved you every bit as much.
[SIGHS.]
Mr.
McGarrett, I'm gonna handle this.
My life.
it's what Russ gave me.
He taught me to be complete.
And I think I am.
- Can I tell you something else? - Of course.
He didn't think I knew.
Maybe he didn't know himself.
But Russ loved me as a woman as well as a child.
Do you know what I'm saying? Yeah.
I think so.
The thing is, it would have worked out in time.
I felt exactly the same way about him.
Does that shock you? Nothing shocks me, little one.
Nothing.
Have a beautiful life, Lureen.
I think maybe I can.
Me too.
[CHATTERING.]
McGARRETT: Hey.
Ah, it's a special place, isn't it, Danno? They all get to be kids again.