Papers. Get your morning papers.
Get your morning...
Paper?
Hey, you forgot your dime.
You're looking good, Robby.
All right, boys. It's time to weigh in.
As I call your name, you'll step on the scale.
- One more, Robby. - Robby Davis.
Good combination.
Robby Davis.
Up on the scale, please.
Davis, 181 and a half.
Marty Malama.
Malama, 190.
- Good to go. - Good.
Somebody get him out of here, huh?
Oh, Willy, you can't talk to him.
- I got it. I gotta- - Here.
Robby, Robby.
- Robby, Robby. - Willy, for Pete's sake, not now.
- I wanna- - Get him out of here, Leo.
Willy, Willy, come on. You can talk to the kid later.
- Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot. - Yeah.
Best of luck.
All right, Robby.
Hey, Robby.
Hey, Robby. Robby.
Okay, come on.
- Feeling good, baby? - Yeah.
That's it. Loosen up.
Loosen up.
That's my boy.
Mr. Edmonds?
Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
You know, I expected dancing girls, flowers, a kiss on the cheek.
And all I get is a cop.
How long do you plan to be here?
Well, that doesn't sound friendly.
I came here for some sun and some broads
and as soon as I get my fill--
In the future, let me suggest you find your action in Detroit
and use a sun lamp.
Now, the fighter who got slugged last night is your boy, isn't he?
Wrong.
You know nobody with a record n handle a fighter.
Boxing Commissions get very uptight about that.
Come on, Edmonds, don't con me.
The manager of record--
Yes, I know who the manager of record is.
I also know that Davis is your boy. Now, is that why you're here?
A piece of merchandise gets damaged, a man likes to know what happened.
That's all.
Okay, if that's all.
But let me give you some advice.
Don't even spit on the sidewalk.
Dig?
I just wanna say once more, doctor, if it's a question of money...
I understand.
But I'm afraid it's not a matter of money.
Aside from the smashed fingers, every bone in the metacarpus--
English, doctor. Speak English, please.
The entire hand was virtually destroyed.
Fingers, knuckles, wrist.
So fighters get broken hands.
So his hand is broken, all right.
So he lays off for a while.
Six months? How long?
A year? How long?
We n rebuild the hand. It'll take time.
We can even make it functional again.
For as long as it takes and as much money as it takes, do it.
Functional, we n restore the hand.
But as for boxing again, no, Mr. Edmonds.
Are you trying to tell me that Robby won't fight again?
That's exactly what I am telling you.
Well, then get this quack out of here, and get me another doctor.
I've consulted with Dr. Nash at the university.
He's one of the world's foremost authorities.
All right, quack. Let's hear it from him.
As you wish.
You'll fight again, kid.
No matter what they say, these doctors,
I say you'll fight again.
I told you to take care of him.
Take care of him.
Matty, there was no way.
We pick a trial horse.
We send Robby here for some batting practice
before the big one in Miami.
- There was no chance he could lose. - He didn't lose.
Some crazy, punchy--
No way that he could lose.
And after Miami, I had him booked into the Garden.
Do you know that? Do you know that?
The Garden.
And then maybe, just maybe, a title shot.
And you let this happen to him.
No, Matty.
You, you.
I want Willy Stone.
I can't help you.
I want him. And I want him fast.
Look, Mr. Edmonds, I'm sorry about your boy.
But I got my own problems.
It's just that there's a lot of heat on my business.
Plenty of heat.
Anyways, what makes you think I can turn up this Willy character
when the whole H.P.D. can't flush him?
Because I know that you n look into rat holes
that the cops don't know about.
I'd like to do you a favor, Mr. Edmonds, but it's...
Do yourself a favor.
Do your business a favor.
An independent contractor like you,
it doesn't hurt to have a friend in the fight place.
Whatever I n do to help, Mr. Edmonds.
I don't want him touched.
Remember that.
Just finger him for me.
I'll take it from there.
I'll do my best.
You'll mention my name to your people back in Detroit, won't you?
Oh, yes.
I'll tell them that we have a big friend in the islands.
There's a thousand in it for the guy who makes the tip.
And when he does, there's a thousand more for you.
Don't disappoint me.
Just picked up on something good.
- Steve? - Out here.
The word's out, Steve.
A thousand for Willy Stone's room number.
H.P.D. got anything new on him?
Last I heard there's a red-light pickup on him.
No help. Like the rock swallowed him up.
Chin, I want the book on Willy Stone.
Who handled him, background, where he eats, sleeps.
Everything. The book.
Who'd shell out a thousand for Willy Stone?
- Only one man. - Do you think Edmonds ordered a hit?
I'd bet on it. Phone Detroit Police.
Tell them I want a picture of every known syndicate soldier in the area.
And tell them I want it fast.
Could be we'd better put a tail on Edmonds.
Yeah, go.
And, Keno, press it.
It's a race.
If Edmonds gets to Willy before we do, we'll never find the answer.
Just a corpse.
I don't know where the area code is, operator.
It's in Detroit. D as in Detroit.
And the number is 724-4080.
Circuits are busy, sir. If you'll hang up, I'll ring you.
What are you looking at?
Crazy. You've gone crazy.
- Shut up. - Crazy.
Shut your trap.
Shut up.
I've got pictures, stories, of every fight here.
Do you remember the Eddie Troy fight?
You know I remember that.
The greatest thing I ever saw.
The way that kid could hit.
The way he moved.
We both knew that Robby had the stuff then, didn't we?
The kid looked mighty good that night.
Mighty good, he looked mighty good.
Just good, huh?
The greatest, the sweetest prospect you've ever seen.
You couldn't thank me enough when I turned Robby over to you.
And I said to you, "Don't thank me, just manage him for me.
Make him a champ. Teach him."
And we would have made it too, that kid.
Maybe. Maybe we'd have made it. Maybe.
Maybe Robby would have busted his mitts on somebody else's skull.
Or run into a left hook that rips a retina loose.
It would have happened in the ring.
It would have been God, or whomever, saying,
"This is how it ends for you, kid. This is where it ends for you."
But to have some crazy,
some punch-drunk nut,
come into a dressing room and then pick up some wrench.
No, Cal.
No.
I won't live with that.
I can't live with it.
So you call Detroit.
You send for a soldier.
Matt, that's crazy.
The bis saws. you know how they operate.
That's your league.
Drop it, Cal.
They'll never okay the contract.
You don't hit guys like Willy.
Beat up on him like he did Robby, but a hit, no.
Matty, think.
Beat up on Willy.
Pay for a hit if you have to, but later, quietly.
On your own.
Don't pull a soldier out of Detroit.
Don't involve the syndicate.
Ready on your cal! to Detroit, sir.
We'll find ourselves another boy.
There's this kid out of Philly. Big, fast, green, but I can teach him.
Sir, I have Detroit on the line.
Hang up. Hang up, Matt)'-
Please.
- Matty? - Hi.
I run into a small problem here.
I think you can help solve it for me.
Well, when I asked for the book, I didn't expect Gone With the Wind.
Well, Willy's had over 20 fights here on the island.
He's lived here the past 12 years. Collect a lot of friends.
And not one of them knows where he's holed up.
Well, if they know, they're not telling. At least not to me.
Well, there's one ray of hope.
At least no one has sold him out yet for the thousand.
McGarrett.
Yeah. Yes.
Thank you very much.
Get over to the Kohala Hilton.
Your switchboard contact made a connection.
I copied it down in shorthand. I'm afraid it doesn't make much sense.
Read it.
First, Mr. Edmonds. Quote,
"I ran into a small problem here. I think you n help me.
No, help."
Excuse me, "I think you n help solve it for me,"
is the way it should read.
- What next? - Then the party on the other end-
- Detroit? - Yeah.
The party in Detroit replied, "Price?"
Edmonds said, "Ten big ones. It's worth ten."
And the party in Detroit said, "Deal."
And that was all.
That's enough. Thank you.
Since you didn't come up with any action,
I had to get one on my own.
All right, sweetie. See you later.
I'll see you later.
It would be very stupid to put out a contract on Willy Stone, wouldn't it?
Yup.
It would be real stupid.
And you're not a stupid man, yet you did it.
Why is that, Mr. Edmonds?
You know...
You're blocking my view.
Guys in the fight game sometimes say,
"I'd give anything, I'd give my life to handle a champ."
You ever say that?
Sure, I said it. Sure, I said it.
But hit that punchy?
A guy who doesn't even know what day of the week it is.
He doesn't even know his own name.
That would be real crazy, man.
And you're still blocking my view.
Let me make you a promise.
Anything happens to Willy Stone, anything,
and it'll be a long time before you get back to Detroit.
You read me?
Willy Stone, you big stupid.
You come in off the street?
There's a back door. Use it on your way out.
I'm hungry, Mama.
Could I have a bag of food?
No.
Okay, then I go.
Why did you do it, Willy? They say he was a nice boy.
They say you no even know him.
Why'd you have to go and-f?
Whole wheat.
That white bread ain't no good for you. A trainer told me that.
You don't go in that boy's dressing room,
and bust his hands, not for no reason.
I know you, Willy.
Willy, did somebody pay you?
You say you know me.
And you think I could do a thing like that for money?
I'll pay you back, Mama.
Detroit P. D. Just got here.
Keno, take the first watch at the airport.
Make copies of these for H.P.D. airport detail.
Danno will spell you in four hours.
Chin will take the next watch.
Cover every flight that comes in from Chicago and Detroit.
Go.
United Airlines Flight 3 arriving at Gate 19 from Detroit.
Pan American Flight Number 7 arriving at Gate 12 from Chicago.
United Airlines Flight 6 arriving at Gate 4 from Chicago.
TWA Flight 5 arriving at Gate 15 from Detroit.
Mr. Edmonds? I'm here.
Hello, Steve, that 4 p.m. flight Detroit, no help.
All right, Kono. Come on in.
We've missed him. There's a soldier on the rock.
- What do you got? - Famous fights of the century.
Willy Stone versus somebody. As far as I can tell.
Set up the projector. We'll take a look at it.
McGarrett.
Yeah, Chin.
Yeah, good.
Good. Sit tight.
Danno will meet you there.
Chin's got a lead on Willy. Here's the address. Go.
Hello, Mama.
What's the rap? Selling salami without a license?
Well, somebody saw Willy Stone walk out of here
with a bag of food, Mama.
- Somebody? - A friend of his.
Somebody who wants to see Willy live to have his day in court.
Is there any law against giving
on old customer and friend a bag of food?
Where was he headed?
He never say.
Take a guess, you're his friend. Where would he go?
Willy has a thousand friends on this island.
And everyone of them should be praying we find him.
- Before they do. - That's talk, talk.
Why would anyone wanna hurt a poor man like Willy?
Talk, foolish talk. That don't make sense.
Mama, the word's out. You know it, and I know it.
We have reason to believe
there's a man from Detroit here fight now.
- To kill Willy. - And he's got an advantage over us.
Because someone's offering a thousand dollars
for the tip leading to Willy.
If you tell us where he is, all we n do is give you our thanks.
Thanks for saving Willy's life.
On Beretania, there's a lady that runs a bar.
We thought it would be better if you handled this, Steve.
You know her. We barge in on her, she might think we're leaning on her.
Okay.
Danno, you get the back.
Chin, you stay out front.
Steve McGarrett.
Hello, Mae.
Want a drink?
Pass.
Where is he?
Listen, honey.
Let's not try to con each other, huh. You know why I'm here.
Both of us know if I don't get to Willy first, he's pa...
He's scared, Steve.
He never comes to me anymore unless he's scared.
At first, he couldn't understand it,
couldn't understand why anybody would wanna kill him for what he did.
But now, now he knows.
He's scared.
Where is he?
Steve, he was something special.
Really special.
Willy, I know you're down here.
So let's not play games.
We don't wanna bust up Mae's liquor supply, do we?
Why not?
Kind of friend she turned out to be.
Best kind, Willy.
On the streets up there, you're a dead man.
I'd just as soon be dead as locked up in jail.
Why? Why did you do it, Willy?
I just had to. I had to.
Well, you knew it had to cost you.
I wasn't thinking about that.
What were you thinking about?
I just knew when I seen him. I just knew I had to do it, had to.
All right, Willy. Let's go.
No, you ain't putting me in no handcuffs.
No, no handcuffs.
I did it for that kid.
You did it for Robby?
Yeah, they'll count that in my favor, won't they, Mr. McGarrett?
Well, you'll get a fair trial, Willy.
But what if they don't understand? What if they put me in jail?
Put me behind those bars?
No, no.
- Willy. Willy, what happened? - You told him I was down there.
- Willy, wait. - I didn't wanna hurt anybody.
Wait, Willy!
Hold it.
This john says to me, "Luella," he says-
Shut up.
Say now, just because you're- You know-
I said, shut up.
Come on.
Now, run.
I said, run.
Past that black man and keep running.
What's the matter with you? Are you nuts?
I said, run.
Luella.
Wait, wait a minute.
Just wait a minute, please.
Women.
Telephone call for Mr. Matthew Edmonds.
Yes?
Right. Right.
You're sure now?
Good. Very good.
Listen, you've made yourself a thousand, friend.
Dad, wait!
He's been fingered. So let's move.
Later, man.
You think he's just gonna sit there?
I don't know what he's gonna do.
But I'm gonna finish taking in the sun.
And then, I'm gonna take a hot shower.
Get dressed.
A few martinis, a steak.
Get them off me, get them off.
We don't even know each other, you dig?
If you want it done now, you do it.
You pay me for the hit, then it's my thing.
And nobody tells me when or how to do my thing.
All right.
Do it your way.
You do your thing.
You got any ideas?
I got an instinct.
See, the man's tired of running.
He's like an animal. He's trapped.
Dangerous. Ready to strike back.
So we let him sit
and sweat an hour, maybe two.
Until, like, inside, he's just aching
for somebody to come and get him.
They're all gone now.
There won't be anybody here till Monday.
You can come out, Willy.
There's a couch in Mr. Fuller's office.
I'll sleep on a mat.
I'm locking up.
You're gonna be all right.
I'll bring you some grub in the morning.
You ought to give yourself up, Willy.
I know.
Okay, bruddah, I no hassle you.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Willy had it all, box, punch.
Beautiful.
Yeah, he was young and he was beautiful.
And now poor Willy's walking on his heels.
McGarrett.
Yeah, good. Good.
Kono, stay on his tail. Get H.P.D., keep their prowl cars out of the area.
We'll keep in contact.
Edmonds just left the hotel. Alone.
Let's go.
Let's go, Dad.
He just picked up a kid. A hitchhiker.
Heading Diamond Head on Gage Street.
A hitchhiker? That doesn't figure.
You're right.
Edmonds just picked himself up a soldier.
Looks like we got ourselves a tail.
There are a couple of dozen cars back there. What do you--?
One black sedan that just won't quit.
Five-0 calling Central Dispatch. Calling Central Dispatch.
Wait.
You come to kill me?
You know it, Willy.
You should have known it when you busted the kid's hands.
Why did you do it, Willy?
Why did you do it?
I had to. I just had to.
Talk, maybe there's still time.
Maybe you n talk yourself out of it, so talk.
I never meant to harm that boy.
You killed him.
No, no.
You killed him.
What is Robby Davis without his hands?
When you busted his hands, you killed him.
No.
There's more to a man than his hands.
There's more to a man than he can fight.
There's more, there's gotta be more.
Come on, let's get it over with.
Shut up.
Talk, you stupid punchy, talk. Make sense.
I loved Robby Davis.
Loved?
What in the hell are you babbling about?
Loved?
You never met him.
I seen him fight on the TV once. I saw him.
And he couldn't have made it. He couldn't have made it.
Robby had class. He could hit.
He had the punches.
He had the moves.
Who are you to say he couldn't make it?
I seen it.
When he got hit, his legs,
they lose that hippity-hop.
He was floored only twice.
And each time he got up.
Time, man, time.
Until he meets a puncher,
can throw that good right cross
to the head.
And again to the head.
And Robby, he--
He lose that hippity-hop.
His legs, they turn to jelly.
He can't move.
Can see those right hands and a left hook.
He n see them coming, but the legs
ain't got no hippity-hop.
Sooner or later, he--
He keep getting tagged on the head with them punches.
He keep getting tagged and tagged and tagged and tagged!
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Robby, everybody said it.
He could have been the champ.
The champ.
He's all yours.
The contract was always on you, always.
You should have known your operation.
You take out a contract on a punk like Willy,
the boys back in Detroit, they just gotta think you're flipping out.
That makes you unreliable.
Don't sweat it, Willy.
I don't kill anybody unless I get paid for it.
I tried to explain it.
I did it for him, for Robby.
I did it for him.
I didn't do nothing to him, Mr. McGarrett.
- I'll call the medical examiner. - John, get an ambulance.
Okay, Willy.
Okay.
I did it.
Did What, Willy?
Busted up the kid's hand to keep him
from getting his head busted up like mine.
Robby would have ended up just like me.
Just like me.
He would've, he would've.
Will I have to go to jail, Mr. McGarrett?
Well, I'll do the best I can, Willy.
Hospital, maybe, but...
Well, I'll do the best I can.
Let's go.