All language subtitles for Hawaii 5-O s08e01 Murder Eyes Only.eng

And, left face.

Company, march.

Don't forget to send Manicote
the information on Wood

and keep an eye
on the Sillsman trial.

Don't worry. We'll mind the store.

You'll be gone two weeks, Steve.
What harm can we do?

That remains to be seen, Chin.

- So long.
- Good trip.

Request permission to board, sir.

Permission granted.
Welcome aboard.

Okay, ahead one-third.

Engine ahead one-third.

Morning, captain.

Well, It all seems to be in order.

- Bet you'll be glad to get rid of that.
- You know it.

Sir?

Eyes only for Commander Nordhoff.

Make sure he signs for it.

I know the procedure.

Come in.

Eyes only for you.

- Just arrived by courier.
- Thanks. I've been expecting it.

If you'll just sign there.

Sir.

Marcia.

I'd hoped we could still be friends.

If the commander will excuse me,
I have a very busy day ahead.

All right.

Emil.

It's not that I'm angry with you
or anything like that, it...

Sir, Skunk Bravo bearing 0-4-1.

Range 21,000 yards.

Request permission to scrub,
Skunk Bravo, sir.

Granted.
I want a bearing on the guide.

Aye, aye, sir.
The guide ship bears 3-2-0.

Three-two-zero. Very well.

Excuse me, sir. Priority message
from for CincPacFleet

for Commander McGarrett.

Thank you.

The admiral wants to see me
right away.

Think I need a shave, Pete?

The admiral's over on the Cochrane.

You'll get a close shave
when you cross on the highline.

Thanks. I'm going below.

Vesteer, stand clear of vest deck.

Okay, roll away.

Stay back on the deck.

Letting go of the highline.

Five minutes before the explosion,

the pouch arrived at FICPAC.
Fleet Intelligence Center.

A key intelligence unit.

The pouch was marked "eyes only"
for Nordhoff.

- You knew him, didn't you?
- Yes, sir.

We worked together twice.
I had great respect for him.

I knew he was the Navy's
chief spy chaser,

but I didn't know
he was here in Pearl.

He knew his job.

You can guess
what he was doing here.

Security leak?

That's it.

Ask Commander Wallace to join us.

Know what that is?

- A satellite.
- Right.

Code name Eternity Twelve
launched just a couple of weeks ago.

Yes, I remember reading about it.

Weather analysis,
geophysical studies.

Right.

That's what the world was told.

Oh, I see.

Actually, it was an eye in the sky,
a super-sensitive eye.

But it malfunctioned,
nose-dived into the Pacific.

And within hours,
their trawlers were searching for it.

- You mean they knew what it was?
- Obviously.

That's when we suspected a mole.

- You know the term?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Enemy agent deep-planted
within our own intelligence system.

Right.

And that's what Nordhoff
came here for?

To find the mole?

And that's what you're here to find.

- Yes, sir.
- Commander Wallace,

Naval Investigative Service,
Commander McGarrett of Five-0.

- Commander.
- Yes, I've heard of Mr. McGarrett.

One of our better
civilian investigators.

This will be a combined inquiry,
commander, Navy and civilian.

Yes, sir.

Keep me posted on your progress,
and good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Where would you like to start?

I wanna see
where the bomb went off.

I wanna walk the route of that pouch
from the time it arrived

until it reached Nordhoff's desk.

All right, she had this in her hand
with the envelope on it.

Which way did she go?

She took it straight to
Commander Nordhoff's office.

Straight to his office?

Are you sure of that?

Well, no sir.
I didn't go with her personally but...

Then she could've stopped off
somewhere along the way?

Commander, if you're implying

that anybody in my section
had something to do with...

Lieutenant, I'm here on direct orders
of Admiral Dean.

I'm here to investigate
the murder of a commander

in U.S. Naval Intelligence.
I'm not implying or inferring anything.

I'm trying to nail down the facts.
Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Then show us the way.

This way, sir.

Oh, just a moment, lieutenant.

This section along here,

she would've been out of view
from your desk, right?

That's right, sir.

Proceed.

That will be all, corporal.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Makes me feel right at home.

This is where Ensign Bissell fell?

Obviously.

Carry on, gentlemen.

And she stood here
when she delivered the letter.

Four seconds.

Well, she had time to get out
if that's what you mean.

Well, depending
on the timing mechanism of the bomb.

Naturally.

Commander, I'd like to try
to reconstruct the letter bomb.

It's already been ordered.

Good thinking, commander.

Excellent.

Excellent.

"Assigned to the investigation
is Commander...

Commander Steve McGarrett.

On active duty
in the Naval Reserve."

Well, I look forward
to a most enjoyable encounter.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's review the facts
as we know them.

One pouch,
government issue, locked,

sent to Fleet Intelligence
Center Pacific

on Thursday,
September 11 at 0900.

First question. Who sent it
and what was supposed to be in it?

Well, I've checked that out.
The pouch was sent

by Captain Roger Newhouse
in San Diego.

He heads up
our Naval Intelligence unit there.

It contained material
that was left in a safe

by Commander Nordhoff
when he was on the mainland

a few days ago.

Nordhoff placed a call from Hawaii
requesting the material.

And, of course,
Captain Newhouse complied.

Did Captain Newhouse know
what was in the envelope?

No. That's not unusual.

- You know how Nordhoff worked.
- Oh, yeah, I know.

Secretly, trusting no one.

We have
only four possibilities, Steve.

Fesler, Waldron, Newhouse
and Marcia Bissell.

As far as we know, they're the ones
who touched the pouch or the letter.

Okay, let's start with them.
I want their records

and the record of every member
of Fleet Intelligence Center.

Dr. Bickman, you can help there.

Also, Danno, call the office.

Have one of the boys
check the four principal suspects

against police files here
and on the mainland.

- Right.
- If you wanna that call in confidence,

- I suggest you use an outside phone.
- Why is that?

Well, ever since we suspected
a security leak,

we've been checking
on all the phones.

The countermeasure people
are still working on that.

Oh, come on in, commander.

- She's just packing to go home.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry, I...

That's all right, I was just leaving.

I'm Commander McGarrett.
I'm investigating the Nordhoff case.

I expected you sooner or later.

You're expecting me?

Well, someone from NIS.

Well I'm not a career officer.
I'm in the Reserves now.

I've been assigned to this case
by Admiral Dean.

Well, then you must be a cop
in civilian life.

Do you mind if I anticipate
the questions, commander?

By all means.

Who did I get the envelope from?

Lieutenant Waldron.

Did I give it to
Commander Nordhoff? Yes.

Did I stop off on the way? No.

Did anyone else touch the envelope
before I gave it to Nordhoff? No.

Isn't that about it?

You sound
like you've been rehearsed.

Or is it because you're such
a bright lady?

It's because I'm such a bright lady.

IQ, 165.

- Does that turn you off, commander?
- Not at all.

I'm sure it didn't turn
Commander Nordhoff off either.

What's that supposed to mean?

I measured the distance
between Nordhoff's desk and the door.

After you handed him the letter,

there was plenty of time for you
to get out before the blast.

But you lingered a moment.
Exchanged a few words maybe?

That to me would indicate
a personal relationship.

That's very good, commander.

One sixty-six?

I'm a cop, remember?
A couple of hundred felony cases.

What was your relationship
with Commander Nordhoff?

Nothing.

Not any more.

We were close once.

But whatever there was between us
ended a long time ago.

But don't get the idea
I hated him though.

He was a wonderful guy.

He certainly shouldn't be dead.

Bravo Squad, right face.

Aim. Fire.

Aim.

Fire.

Aim.

Fire.

Bravo Squad, left face.

Order, arms.

On behalf of a grateful nation,

I present you this flag
for his job well done.

Bravo Squad, forward march.

Left face.

Column right, march.

- Admiral.
- Commander.

Is that Fesler?

Yes?

- Captain.
- Yes?

Commander McGarrett.
I'm investigating the Nordhoff case.

- May we chat for a moment?
- Certainly.

Did you know
Commander Nordhoff?

No, I didn't.

Very decent of you
to come to his funeral

I mean, not knowing him.

That's not so strange, commander.

Not when you consider
that I was the instrument of his death.

That's a strong self-judgment,
isn't it?

I did deliver the letter.

If it's any consolation to you,
I doubt if the letter you brought here

was the one that went off
and killed him.

- Switched?
- That's what I think.

How were you selected
to be the courier?

Well, Captain Newhouse knew
I was going to Hawaii,

so he had me appointed.

And once selected,
he personally gave you the pouch,

- and it was locked.
- That's right.

- Where was the key?
- In my pocket.

Did you have any alcohol to drink
before you took that flight?

No, sir.

- Are you taking any medication?
- No, sir.

But theoretically,
if you dozed off on that plane,

even for a few moments,
it would be possible for an expert

to pick your pocket, get the key,
and open the pouch, wouldn't it?

- No way, commander.
- Why not?

Because I didn't doze off
on that plane.

As a courier,
I took my responsibility seriously.

Falling asleep
would've been a violation of trust.

Thank you, captain.

Marcia?

What are you doing here?
You didn't have to come in today.

I'm feeling fine now.

- Well, it's good to have you back.
- Thank you, sir.

- Any leads?
- No, not yet.

The NIS boys are working on it.

They ran a test last night
on our security system.

- A little late, isn't it?
- A bit.

Yes?

Quite perfectly.

Proceed as planned.

Commander McGarrett's
airtight security system

will soon be penetrated.

Fesler, Waldron, Newhouse
and Marcia Bissell.

All perfect service records. Not a flaw,
not a hint of anything negative.

What about their personal lives?

Well, Newhouse and Fesler
are married.

Both for more then 15 years.

Marcia Bissell is single,
dates personnel here on base.

Yeah. Including Nordhoff for awhile.

Doesn't show up in her file.

But I'm not surprised.
She's Navy all the way.

Brought up on a base
by a Navy father, a CPO.

Yeah, I think I met him once.

Have we pulled his jacket?

He's a civilian now.
His files are in Washington.

- Okay. Get them right away.
- Right.

What have you got, commander?

I just went through
Nordhoff's personal effects.

Everything is a strictly
government issue.

No clue to any private life
except maybe for this.

Matchbook?

From a restaurant in Costa Mesa.
Something written on the back.

"Room 12."

Now, we know
that he was in San Diego

a few days before he was killed.

But what was he doing
in Costa Mesa?

Good question, commander.

I may have to travel 3,000 miles
to find out.

Come in.

Captain.

Happy to meet you, commander.

We hold Five-0 up
as a model to all our new agents.

Thank you, sir. Coming from you,
that's quite a compliment.

But this Nordhoff thing
really has us shaken up.

Yes, I know.

This room, I take it,
is where the trail of the letter begins?

Yes.

That's the safe
where Nordhoff put it.

And he never mentioned
what was inside the letter?

Not a word.

Who has access to the safe, captain,
besides you?

Only my exec, Lieutenant Travers.

And he's been on leave
since long before this happened.

When you took the envelope
out of the safe,

could you get a feel
of what was inside it,

any indication at all?

It was papers, definitely.

It was no letter bomb.
Not at this stage.

I see.

When Nordhoff was here,
did he mention going to Costa Mesa?

Not to me.

Do you know of any reason
why he might have gone there?

None at all.

Here we are.

Emil Nordhoff.

He was here for one night
on September 6th.

In Room 12?

No, 108.

- Are you sure of that?
- I'm quite positive, sir.

We don't have a Room 12.

- Our rooms begin with 101.
- I see.

Did Commander Nordhoff
happen to indicate

why he was in town?
Where he was going?

Not to me.

How about taxis?
Did he take any taxis from the motel?

- I don't remember.
- Phone calls?

Now, we keep a record
of all our charges here.

There were two calls to San Diego,
both the same number, 235-3022.

Oh, that's the 11th Naval District.
Anything else?

One local call to 689-2631.

689-2631.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Pendler Medical Clinic.

Hello?

Pendler Medical Clinic.

- I'm Dr. Pendler. Can I help you?
- Oh, yes. I'm Commander McGarrett.

- I'm a Naval investigator, doctor.
- What can I do for you, commander?

I'm trying to trace the activities
of an officer named Nordhoff.

Commander Emil Nordhoff.

He was here in Costa Mesa
a few days ago.

We have reason to believe
that he made contact with this clinic.

Nordhoff. Nordhoff.

It's entirely possible, commander.
So many people in and out.

We obviously can't keep track
of them all.

I'm sorry.

Doctor.

Yes?

What is the name of the patient
in Room 12?

Why is that a concern of yours?

Doctor, this is a murder investigation

involving the armed forces
of the United States.

Now, that room number came up
in the course of our investigation.

Now, if you refuse
to answer my question,

I'll have to take the route
of a federal subpoena

and get your deposition.

I have no reason to refuse.
I'll take you there.

Thank you.

Room 12 is a very tragic
accident case.

A woman was struck by a car,
went into a deep coma.

She's still unconscious.

No sign of recovery,
or even of death.

They remain that way sometimes
for years. Here we are.

- Who is she?
- Waldron. Erica Waldron.

I believe her husband's
in the Navy too.

- Danno.
- Good flight, Steve?

Anything that lands in Hawaii
is a good one.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

We may have a major development,
Danno.

I've learned
that when Commander Nordhoff

was on the mainland,
he went to see Erica Waldron.

- The wife of Lieutenant Waldron?
- Yeah.

It wasn't a casual visit either.

He went a hundred miles or so
out of his way to do it.

Record says she's a hospital patient.

Yeah, in a Pendler Medical Clinic
in Costa Mesa.

Poor thing is in a coma.
Been that way for several months.

What's she doing in a private clinic

when she could have free medical care
in a Naval hospital?

I intend to ask Lieutenant Waldron
exactly the same question.

Also if he knows the reason
for Nordhoff's visit.

- Any news on this end?
- Well, we got Bissell's file.

- It's coming from Washington.
- Fine.

- That's the good news.
- Okay.

Lay it on me, Danno.

In the last 24 hours, the security files
were penetrated again.

My God.

I'd like to wire a dozen anthuriums
with a message, please.

You'll find the message blanks
right over there, sir.

Thanks.

Here you are.

Thank you, sir.

That will be 10 dollars, please.

- This will get out right away.
- That's fine.

- Are you sure, commander?
- Oh, no doubt.

- Those files were penetrated.
- On what evidence.

Well, right after we ran
our security test.

You suggested
that the system be tightened.

- Che Fong came up with something.
- What have you got, Che?

I dusted a top secret file
with phosphorescent powder.

Same thing we used on the Five-0 files
when we thought we had a leak.

And after you left for San Diego,
we went back to look at the file.

Under an ultraviolet light.
And here's what we found. Che.

Microfiche card number 9.

As you can see,
it's been handled with gloves.

Those are finger marks,
no fingerprints.

Now, here's an enlargement
of one of the items on the card.

It's the latitude
of the downed satellite.

And no one admits
to having touched the card

- after it was chemically treated.
- Who had access?

Just Waldron
and one other staff member

he authorized to put a new card
in the safe.

- Who was that?
- Marcia Bissell.

She came back to work yesterday.

She came back so soon?

She said her doctor okayed it.
And he did, Steve. We checked it out.

Just those two.
No one else had access?

Well, plus the three of us
who physically moved the files.

I suppose, strictly speaking,
that makes us suspect too, huh?

Lieutenant.

Commander,
I thought you'd like to know

that I saw your wife on the mainland
yesterday.

- You went to the hospital?
- Yes.

And how is she?

Unfortunately, the same.

My wife's condition is critical.

- I visit her as often as I can.
- Yes, I know.

I wonder,

wouldn't it be more convenient
to have her transferred to Tripler?

I thought of that.
But Dr. Pendler seems to think

it would be too dangerous to move her
at the moment.

I see. Were you with her
at the time of the accident?

No.

I had already been transferred
here to Hawaii.

She stayed behind,

you know, to wind up our affairs,
sell the house, that sort of thing.

I was here at FICPAC
when I got word that...

That her car was hit.

So I got on a plane immediately.

Your loyalty to her is evident,
lieutenant.

You do what you have to, sir.

I wasn't the only one
to visit her this week.

Who else?

Commander Nordhoff.

Emil went to see her, huh?

Yes. Do you have any idea why?

Well, it would have been strange
if he hadn't.

Emil and I were friends, close friends.
While I was working

at the 11th Naval District
headquarters.

As a matter of fact...

...he was a hell of a good putter.

Commander, these questions.

Is this what you call
an interrogation?

Interrogation is usually
formal questioning, lieutenant.

We have a list of suspects

- and you're one of them.
- I see.

Until Commander Nordhoff's killer
is apprehended,

and our security leak is plugged,

there'll be lots of questions,
formal and informal.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
and welcome to Pearl Harbor.

This afternoon you're all the guest
of Rear Admiral Thomas McNamara.

He's the commanding officer

of the 14th Naval District
here in Hawaii.

And we do hope, of course,
to make your tour enjoyable

as well as informative.

Coming up to you right now,
will be the USS Arizona

and the Arizona Memorial.

In just a little bit, we will be stopping

and letting you off
on board over there.

As we go by it now, there is quite a bit
of symbolism associated

with the Memorial itself
I'd like to point out to you.

You'll probably notice, first of all,

the way the Memorial is sagging
right there at the very middle.

This represents our initial defeat
here at Pearl Harbor.

And then the way
that it rises up on both ends,

that represents our final victory
in World War II.

Now, if you look toward the back
of the Memorial,

you'll see
sort of a carved window there.

The window is carved
in the shape of the biblical tree of life.

There's also several
large open windows in the middle.

If you count those,
you'll find seven on this side.

Now, there are seven more
on the opposite side

and seven at the top.
That makes for a total of 21.

This represents
a symbolic 21-gun salute

for those men that gave their lives
here at Pearl Harbor that day.

So you can get some idea
as to the size of the battleship,

look off to either side of the Memorial
and you'll see an orange buoy

that's been placed on either side.

These are marking on the bow
and the stern of the ship.

Notice the front of the ship,
or the bow, to the left there.

And the rear of the ship, or the stern,
to the right.

We'll be letting you off
onboard the Memorial right now.

You'll have about 10 minutes on board
so please judge your time accordingly.

And when you hear the call, "All
aboard for the Pearl Harbor cruise,"

just be sure
to come back aboard the boat then.

Now, watch your steps very carefully

as you are getting on and off the boat
here at the landing.

Thank you very much.

One half our mission accomplished

right under
Commander McGarrett's nose.

There's still the second half
and McGarrett remains.

He will impede us no more
than did Commander Nordhoff.

Come in.

Will you send the dossiers
as soon as possible?

- Yes.
- I have a letter for the commander.

How many are there?
On every man?

- Shall I open it for you, sir?
- Give me a count.

Yes, go ahead.

Repeat that.

Just as we suspected.
A pressure release fuse.

- It's exactly the same in both bombs?
- No question about it.

Okay.

Now that we know what it is,
who could make one?

Not difficult, Steve.
Any good technician.

I know one excellent technician.

- Who's that?
- The ex-Navy man.

Bissell. Marcia's father.

- Have you seen his file?
- No, it's not in from Washington yet.

But I found some men

who served with Bissell
in his old section.

- And what was that?
- Underwater demolition.

What is he doing now?

Airport security guard,
so his buddies inform me.

- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno.

Something came up in connection
with Fesler, the Nordhoff courier.

May not mean much. You wanted me

- to get the fine print on everyone.
- Let me have it.

Ran a routine check at the base
where he used to be stationed,

Arlington, Virginia.

Seems he had a choice
between a non-stop flight to Honolulu,

and one that laid over in San Diego
for six hours.

He took the layover flight,
nobody knows why.

Check him out on that.
See what he says about that one.

Right.

- Sam Bissell?
- Yeah?

- McGarrett. We've met before.
- You're a Navy investigator, I know.

I understand
that you were in demolitions.

Does that make me suspect?

No more than a couple
of hundred others in your section.

Well, then get off my back.

How come 21?

How come
that lopsided number of years

from the time you retired?

- There's a law against that?
- There's the law of probability.

There are 20-year-men
and 30-year-men.

But 21 would indicate to me
a sudden change in plan.

You bet a change in plans.
I wanted out.

Why? Did you have a grudge
or grievance?

Stop kidding me, mister.
You've seen my file.

You know all the answers.

But you come here,
you play your little game,

you see what I might say.

Not so. I'm waiting for your file
to arrive from the mainland.

I'd just like to hear your answer now.

And I'd like a 20-room house
in Kahala.

Look, Mr. Bissell,
a man has been killed here

and I've almost been totaled
myself.

So you better believe
I've got a personal stake in this case.

And I've got a personal stake
in this job.

You coming here treating me like this
isn't helping.

Nobody's trying to foul your job up

- or cause you any embarrassment.
- I don't care.

I'm out of the Navy now.
You can't touch me.

As a matter of fact,
I don't have to talk to you.

And starting now,
I think that is a hell of a good idea.

Yeah, we had some great winters
back there.

I'll tell you the truth, though,
I really go for this climate here.

Yeah.

Is that why you applied
for a transfer?

Well, one of the reasons.

How long did it take you
to fly out here, captain?

About 11 hours, more or less.

Is that with or without laying over
in San Diego?

Without.

- Why didn't you fly straight through?
- No through flights available.

I understand there were.

Hey, what is this,
a cross-examination?

Yeah.

I had a little time
before reporting here.

I thought maybe a little sightseeing.

I'd never seen San Diego before.

- I heard they had a marvelous zoo...
- It won't work, captain.

You know San Diego
like the back of your hand.

You were stationed there
from '68 to '72.

Now, why the six-hour layover?

Is this in confidence?

I mean, anything not pertaining
to the investigation?

Guaranteed, if it's not.

I've got a friend, a lady.

I've known her since '70,
ever since being stationed there.

I stop off and see her sometimes.

This time.

Now, look, I've got a great wife,
great kids.

I'm not interested
in rocking the boat.

It's just another part of my life.

I'll have to have her name.

It'll be handled discreetly enough.

Sandi.

Sandi Cavenaugh.

140, San Leone Street.

Apartment 10-B.

Discreetly?

I promise, captain.

Excuse me.
Can I talk to you a minute?

Bissell's file,
it came in from Washington

then disappeared off
of Waldron's desk.

What?

All right, Waldron. What happened?

Sir, I don't know what to say.

The Bissell file came in by pouch
at 12:02.

I was holding it here on my desk
for you.

- I went out for 15...
- Went out?

- I had...
- You're on watch!

What do you mean you went out?

Sir, there was a message
for the admiral, marked "urgent rush."

I took it to CincPacFleet myself.

Who took your station
while you were gone?

- Chief Collins.
- You want me, lieutenant?

We're trying to pin down the time
that file got away.

- Did you see it?
- I don't remember it, sir.

It was there.

It might have been there,
but I didn't notice.

Did you see any section worker
take things out of the message basket

- while you were on watch?
- Coming up all the time,

- taking things out, putting things in.
- Can you remember who?

Well, don't tell me I missed
some excitement for a change.

It's not over yet.

Your father's file just got up
and walked away.

Well, at least it didn't blow up.

Did you expect it to, Ensign Bissell?

Ma'am, telephone is for you.

All right.

I want this whole section sealed off
until the search is complete.

Yes, sir.

I want every outgoing envelope
doubly inspected.

Yes, sir.

And I want to see
what's in that message basket.

Yes, sir.

Don't strain your ears, Mr. Williams.

All telephone calls
in and out of this section are taped.

By federal court order.

Yes, I know.

- Sir.
- Hello.

Admiral Dean wants to see you.
This way, sir.

Thank you.

Lieutenant.

This arrived today
by an entirely different route.

Luckily it remained intact.

The longitude
of the downed satellite.

Now, this plus the earlier
stolen information

could enable someone
to locate the satellite before we do.

That must not happen, commander.

Yes, sir.

- McGarrett was seen at the airport.
- What time?

Twelve twenty-two.
Obviously he escaped the bomb.

Obviously. No cause for alarm.

We'll put our contingency plan
into operation.

One way or another,
McGarrett will be stopped.

I'll say this only once, McGarrett,
so listen good.

Just a minute.
There seems to be some noise here.

Can you hang on a moment?

All right, go ahead.

Go to the Wailuku National Bank,
island of Maui.

Investigate all new accounts
within the last six months.

How do I know that this isn't...?

Hello?

How do you read that?

Maybe worth a half hour's flight
to find out.

Yeah, maybe.

Get to Barber's Point.
I'll have a chopper waiting for you.

Right.

And Danno, bring me
some Maui potato chips, will you?

Sure.

Get me Barber's Point
base op, please.

Lieutenant.

Yes, just one passenger, a civilian.

We'll have it cleared
with Fleet Operations.

Come in.

He'll be returning this evening.

- Sit down.
- Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Some things aren't easy,
commander.

Especially when they involve the guilt
of another person.

Somebody you've trusted.

While I was searching
for the Bissell file,

I found this.

Looks like the original
Nordhoff letter.

No, sir. Just the envelope.

The original contents
were either destroyed or stolen.

But we now know one thing
for certain.

That is the switch for the letter bomb
was made inside my section.

Well, it would certainly appear
that way, lieutenant.

That's not all, sir.

It's where it was found.

Behind the file cabinet.

On the route between my desk
and Nordhoff's office.

As fond as I am of Marcia Bissell,

I must regretfully conclude
that she is guilty.

We're in the same profession,
commander.

You don't have to pull your punches
with me.

All right.

The missing envelope,
the one addressed to Nordhoff,

the one that Fesler brought here
from San Diego was found

behind a filing cabinet

between Lieutenant Waldron's desk
and Nordhoff's office.

That's the route you took.

Therefore I switched the letters?
Is that the conclusion?

Well, let's say
a considered possibility.

I can't really blame you for that.

In your place, I'd consider myself
a prime suspect too.

In my place,
what would you do about it?

I'd give the suspect a chance
to clear the air

- and possibly herself.
- All right, go ahead.

I'd like nothing better.

One file borrowed and returned.

Let me tell you
why he left the service.

It was a deal
to avoid prosecution for theft.

Not money, nothing so exotic.

A hand-powered drill,
a couple of coils of copper wire,

a few things for his tool shop
at home.

Dishonest? Yes.
Unforgivable, of course.

But hardly grand larceny.

But stolen government property
nonetheless, huh?

I see that Commander Nordhoff
conducted the investigation.

He suggested the deal.

No prosecution
if Dad agreed to retire early.

It was very, very hard for Dad.

He really loved the Navy.

And he felt
that Nordhoff forced him out, huh?

No. I'm afraid
that motive won't work.

Dad was grateful to Nordhoff

for sparing him the ordeal
of a court martial.

Of course, so was I.

- Then why did you take the file?
- Borrowed.

Borrowed can be a euphemism
for stealing, can't it?

It has to do with Dad's job
at the airport.

It's a temporary appointment.

It could become permanent
if things work out.

When I saw
that you had sent for his file,

I was afraid
it might ruin his chances.

So I took it to my room to look at it.
That's all.

I planned to return it right away.

I can understand
your motive, ensign.

But I'll have to make a report
about this for the file.

- You understand?
- Of course.

I expected you would.

Emil would have done
the same thing.

Time hasn't changed anything,
has it?

The lights may dim, but I guess
they never go out completely.

Let me show you something.

Where was this taken?

Oh, the mainland, I think.

Can I borrow it?

Of course. I won't press charges.

- Thank you.
- Commander McGarrett?

- Yes.
- Telephone.

Oh, thank you. Excuse me.

Oh, thank you.

Commander McGarrett.

- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno?

That Maui tip was right.

New account,
$20,000 opened last month

in the name of Sam Bissell.

- Sam Bissell got $20,000? For what?
- It could be a joint venture.

The account was opened in his name
by a woman.

Did you get a description
of the woman?

Yes. Could be his daughter.

Well, it's open-and-shut
as far as I'm concerned.

Father and daughter
working together as coconspirators.

She has access, he has motive.
His bitterness against the Navy.

- Maybe she has motive too.
- Yes. Her relationship with Nordhoff.

But here's something
that she cannot explain.

The letter that she switched
on the way to Nordhoff's office.

There's only one trouble
with that theory.

- Her prints aren't on the letter.
- What do you mean?

They're not on it.
Captain Newhouse, yes.

Lieutenant Waldron, yes.
Marcia Bissell, no.

Still, that doesn't prove anything
or disprove anything.

We've had lots of felony convictions
where the prints never showed up.

Yeah, Danno.
But there's something else wrong

with the commander's theory.

Okay, you've switched this
for the bomb, right?

You've stolen the contents.

Now, what do you do
with the envelope?

You could burn it. You could put it
in a shredding machine.

But to throw it behind a cabinet
would be just plain stupid.

And that, Marcia Bissell is not.

- Lieutenant.
- Commander. Sir.

We have a question
about this envelope you found.

- Certainly.
- You said you handed it

- to Ensign Bissell?
- Yes, sir.

Her prints weren't on it.
Can you explain that?

Yes, sir. I can.
She wears gloves quite a bit.

She was wearing them that day.

- I see. You're sure of that?
- Quite sure.

As fond as I am of Marcia Bissell,

I must regretfully conclude
that she's guilty.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Commander.

You said that since the leak,

all incoming and outgoing calls
are taped.

That's right.

I'd like
all of Lieutenant Waldron's tapes.

Every call that he's made or received,
and I'd like them right away.

- Armory, Lieutenant Riker.
- Chuck. It's Woody Waldron.

Listen, I made the dinner reservations
at 7:00.

- Great.
- I'll tell you all about San Diego.

How's Erica?

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

All right,
now back to September 8th please.

Thank you for calling, captain.
I appreciate it.

We're very concerned
about your wife.

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

I made the dinner reservations
for 7:00.

- Great.
- I'll tell you all about San Diego.

How's Erica?

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

Gentlemen, I believe I have found
some important evidence.

Now, I think it will be clear
in a moment

why I asked Dr. Bickman to join us.
Please come over here.

Now, these are excerpts,

fragments of Lieutenant Waldron's
conversations

taken from Navy tapes
over a period of time.

Please, roll it.

The first one, Lieutenant Waldron,
September the 9th, 10:40.

Thank you for calling, captain.
I appreciate it.

I'll check with you from time to time.

We're very concerned
about your wife.

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

The second one, Lieutenant Waldron,
September the 12th at 1500.

Yeah. I made the dinner reservations
for 7:00.

- Great.
- I'll tell you all about San Diego.

How's Erica?

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

Stop it, please.

All right, going back
to September the 3rd at 1200.

This is the lieutenant's call
to Military Airlift Command

to request space
on a flight to San Diego.

Let's see. We've got one going tonight
at 2000 hours.

That should be fine.

But it looks pretty tight.
You on emergency leave, lieutenant?

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

Okay, turn it off.

Different days, different hours,
different situations.

Yet the phraseology
is exactly the same.

Not just on the tapes you heard,
but time and time again.

Now, I myself have heard him use
the same phrase

on two different occasions.

"As fond as I am of Marcia Bissell,

I must regretfully conclude
that she is guilty."

Not a word,
not an inflection changed.

How do you account for that,
doctor?

Most unusual.

It could be a memorized scenario,
a mental disorder

characterized by compulsive behavior
or hypnotic suggestion.

You mean hypnosis could do that
to a human mind?

Or narco-hypnosis.
That's chemically induced.

How does narco-hypnosis work?

A trance state is achieved
through drugs.

A posthypnotic suggestion
is given.

At a signal, the subject responds
in a specified way,

always the same way to that signal.

It could account for patterns
such as these.

Could it also account for a man
stealing classified documents

over a period of time?

Not of his own volition,
but under someone's control?

Yes. But the hypnosis would need
reinforcement repetition.

I see.

All right. A theory, gentlemen.

A wild one, I admit it, but a theory.

Suppose Lieutenant Waldron's wife
was never in that accident at all.

Suppose that after Waldron came back
to Hawaii,

his wife was kidnapped,

put under drugs and held captive
in that California clinic.

Held captive for one reason.

So that when Waldron visited her,
he could be narco-hypnotized,

sent back to Hawaii
to follow instructions.

- Now, is that possible, doctor?
- Yes, it is.

You're assuming
the clinic is a phony.

Oh, no, not at all.
No, it would have to be real.

They would have to take in
legitimate patients as a cover.

But with a front like that,
it would cost millions.

Commander, how much is it worth
to an enemy

to have a mole deep-planted
in U.S. Naval Intelligence,

an officer whose mind and behavior
they could control?

I thought that under hypnosis,

you can't force somebody
to do something against their will.

In a sense that's true.
But you'd be surprised

what is
and what isn't against your will.

Deep, comfortable, relaxing sleep.

Responding only to the sound
of my voice.

He's in a fairly deep hypnotic trance.

Can you hear me, Williams?

Yes.

Soon you will open your eyes.

You will see a man
who appears to be Steve McGarrett.

But he is an enemy agent
in disguise.

When he leaves this room,
he will press a button

that will bring destruction
to 12 American cities.

Millions of lives will be lost.

Only you can prevent that
from happening.

Open your eyes, Williams.

Do you see him?

Yes.

I'm putting a gun in your hand.

You can save
those American cities now.

You may close your eyes now,
Williams.

I will count backwards
from five to one.

When I reach the number one,

you will be fully awake
and fully comfortable.

You will remember
only what you wish to remember.

Five, four, three,

two, one.

What happened?

Danno.

Well, what happened, Steve.
What is it?

Danno, I'll be able to blackmail you
for the rest of your life.

Thanks, doc.

- McGarrett?
- Yeah?

The California Highway Patrol
has a record on the accident.

The time and the date and that's all.

When they arrived, the victim
was already on the way to the hospital.

You mean
they found a wrecked car,

but no evidence that Erica Waldron
was in the wreck?

Right. Only the word of the doctor.
Dr. Leon Pendler.

- Yeah. I met him in Costa Mesa.
- You know, a funny thing.

When I talked to the officer,
Sergeant Doheny,

he said to me,

"How many times you want us
to dig up this thing for you guys?"

Something like that.

Wait a minute.

If he said something like that,

isn't it obvious
that somebody else has been digging?

Nordhoff, maybe?

Could that have been
what was in the pouch

that Nordhoff sent here with Fesler?

You mean
Erica Waldron's accident report?

Yeah, exactly.

I can see Nordhoff going to the site,

making a minute examination
of the wreckage

and then coming to exactly the same
conclusion that we've come to here.

That Erica Waldron
was not in the car.

Yeah. That Erica Waldron
was not in the car.

Gentlemen, I think we're going
to make an arrest. Let's go.

I'll have my men standing by.

Captain Newhouse.

Captain, Commander McGarrett.
I'm calling from Pearl.

Hello, commander.
How's the case going?

We're close to an arrest, sir.
But before we move,

I want to protect the life
of Erica Waldron.

She's a patient at the
Pendler Medical Clinic in Costa Mesa.

Now, we have reasonable cause
to believe

that the clinic is a front
for an espionage ring,

and that the woman's life
is in danger.

Well, we'll get her out of there.

We'll work with civilian police
on this.

- And good luck on the arrest.
- Thank you, sir.

Yes.

Right away.

Bissell and daughter, both arrested.

It would seem that our contingency
plan is working extremely well.

Everything cool?

Ice cream in an igloo.

Look, there's a call coming in
from Guam at 1600.

Let Captain Butler know
as soon as it gets here.

- Okay.
- And that's it.

- Okay, I got it. May I relieve you, sir.
- See you later.

Lieutenant Radford.

Waldron, for you.

Lieutenant Waldron here.

Pearl City Dry Cleaners.

Specializing in men's
and women's uniforms.

Army, Navy, Coast Guard, Marines.

Your order is ready to be picked up.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Yes, sir,
I'll take care of it right away.

Mr. Bissell.

What the hell
did you bring us here for?

There's nothing
to be concerned about.

You're not under restraint
of any kind.

In fact, you're free to leave
anytime you wish.

But I'm asking that you don't, at least
not for the next four or five hours.

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- It was important

for someone to think
that you were arrested.

Now, once thinking that, we're hoping
that they'll play out a scheme.

Now, a scheme in which we're
convinced that you have had no part.

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

I'm walking out of here now
and I'm taking my daughter with me.

Don't forget your bank account.

What?

Twenty thousand dollars
in your name.

A deposit made at the time that secrets
were being stolen from this base.

The money delivered to the bank

by a woman
who looked like your daughter.

I never saw this before.

You're trying to frame me.

That's exactly the point
I'm trying to make.

Somebody is trying to frame you.

Frame you because you're available,
because you're vulnerable.

You're the perfect patsy.

What we're trying to do
is clear your names.

Now, please, sit down.

See that they're comfortable.

- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno. What have you got?

Just back from the photo lab.
Looks like your hunch was right.

Enlargement of Nordhoff alone.

Enlargement of Nordhoff
and Waldron together.

You can see both Nordhoffs
are exactly the same.

The lab man says
this one's been doctored.

Yeah. To make us think
that Nordhoff and Waldron were pals.

To provide us a reason
for Nordhoff's visit to the clinic

where Erica Waldron is kept.

Anything. Anything to throw us
off the track.

Like the bank account in Maui,

the envelope we found
behind the filing cabinet.

Yeah. Each move,
made with faultless timing,

precision craftsmanship.

Danno, I'm beginning
to see a fine hand in this,

the hand of a master spy.

Wo Fat.

Yeah, Wo Fat.

Five-0. You're under arrest.

Put your hands up.

- Clean.
- Cuff him.

One down, three to go.

Thank you, lieutenant.
You faked it beautifully.

I can't believe that what I did
actually caused a man's death.

I can't believe
I brought them secrets.

Well, according to Dr. Bickman,
you didn't consciously.

That's why you won't be prosecuted.

The call from the dry cleaning shop
each time

was the signal that triggered you
into hypnosis.

Until the Navy shrink
unscrambled your brain.

You were completely
under their control.

Look, what about Erica?

We've taken steps to protect her.

We should be hearing something
any time.

Emergency patient just brought in,
doctor.

- From where?
- Route 62 near Mission Creek.

Auto accident.

What's the matter with him?

No sign of trauma, no bone deformity,
but he's in a coma.

There's the drop.

And there's the pickup. Guess who?

- Tell me.
- Mr. Chong.

Okay, Danno.

Remember now,

we don't make a move
against Wo Fat or his man

until Erica Waldron is safe.

Right.

Danno, you stick with the woman,
we'll take Chong.

Right.

- Need a lift?
- No, thanks.

You got one, anyway. Five-0.

Now what?

Nothing we can do
until we hear from San Diego.

Nothing.

McGarrett to Corwin.

McGarrett to Cape Corwin.

Get up steam, stand by.
Do you read me?

Okay, McGarrett. Very well.

Commander McGarrett,
this is CincPacFleet

with a radio phone patch
from San Diego.

- Are you reading?
- Yeah. This is McGarrett. I read you.

Roger Newhouse here.

The Waldron woman is rescued.

Repeat, the Waldron woman
is rescued.

We are now moving in on the clinic.

Danno, get a chopper

- and head off the Seaflite.
- Right.

- Got the end one!
- Make it four.

Turn left, five degrees.

- Where you heading?
- Two-six-five.

All right, steady on two-six-five.

Search the boat. Turn it inside out.
Find Wo Fat.

Who are you?

Goddamn it.

I see your boss left you
holding the bag.

- Where is it?
- There's nothing on him.

What do you mean?
Where's the envelope?

No envelope. Nothing.

It's impossible.
He's been under surveillance

ever since the pickup.

Where is it?

Where's Wo Fat?

You wanna spend the rest of your life
in jail?

Where is he?

Taxi.

Taxi?

There was no one else in that ta...

- You mean he was driving that taxi?
- Yes.

And you passed him the envelope
in the taxi?

Yes.

I've got the license number.
I'll put out a bulletin.

Don't waste your time.

If I know that old fox, he's on his way
out of the islands by now.

Yeah, with the map.

Yeah.

Yeah, with the map.

And if he follows it,
down to the smallest detail,

he's gonna come up someplace
in downtown Shanghai.

After all of this, you're telling me
that the map is a fake, huh?

It's a phony.

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