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I've been sent to meet you.

Welcome to Hawaii.

Come on.

I'd like to have a look at whatever you brought with you.

- Is it necessary? - It's just that I'm curious.

You know, I really thought they'd send someone more professional.

I'm sorry.

Actually, I'm quite professional.

- What do we got, Danno? - Lew Kameka, shot dead.

With that raft, whoever shot him probably came off a ship.

Or was it supposed to look as if he came off a ship?

Question is who?

For openers, let's assume it had something to do with the fact

that Kameka was a foreign agent, huh?

Kameka's gun, Steve. Two shots fired.

- Where'd you find it? - In his hand.

Looks like he didn't go down without a struggle.

Chin,

I want this entire area combed for any scrap of evidence

that might tell us who our unscheduled visitor was.

On it.

Got a strange one here, Jim.

Maybe a sensitive one.

It smells of espionage.

I'd be happy to cooperate, of course, Steve.

And I do appreciate this background briefing.

It isn't a courtesy. It's one-half of a trade.

I'd like to know what the Navy has going

that might've attracted foreign Intelligence.

Well, it could be any number of things, but I'd have to get clearance.

You're doing some kind of offshore testing.

And not far from the spot where someone came ashore

and killed one Lew Kameka.

A lower echelon agent legman.

This is his lady love. Name's Carol Stone.

Any connection?

I'm sorry, Steve. I can't tell you a thing.

It's a Navy contract. I'd have to talk to the civilian in charge.

He's on shipboard offshore, and he won't take any calls.

Sounds important.

And difficult.

That's a coincidence.

Danno, concentrate on Carol Stone.

I wanna know the extent of Kameka's operation,

his contacts, and whether she's tied in.

- Right. - Okay, Jim, we can go.

Where?

The ship, your top-secret-project headquarters.

If your big shot won't answer the phone,

then I don't mind talking to him face-to-face.

- You'll need security clearance. - Well, you can arrange it.

- Welcome aboard. - Where can we find Dr. Ormsbee?

Over there.

Thank you.

Are you McGarrett?

Yeah. Oh, I recognize you, sir.

The hell you say.

I've been in a paranoid security womb the past three years.

How would a Hawaiian cop recognize me?

Well, I remember you from television when you got the Nobel Prize.

Yeah. I got it ten years later than I should have.

Steve McGarrett, head of the Five-0 force.

This is Dr. Grant Ormsbee, our project director.

- Doctor. - Okay. That's who you are.

That's who I am. Now, what reason do you have for disturbing me?

I know about your dead agent,

but I'm not interested in the grubby, psychopathic fantasies of espionage.

I see no connection with my project.

I've got a murder, doctor. Grubby or not, I have to try to solve it.

Even though the victim happens to be a foreign agent.

Now, you have a new project, something to do with missiles,

that may have some connection.

That's all I know so far.

But I'd appreciate the details and your full cooperation.

McGarrett, I wouldn't give my full cooperation

to the president of the United States

unless I felt it was absolutely necessary.

You'll get no information about my project,

and no more of my valuable time.

This is the first time in three years that I've been away from my laboratory.

The islands are magnificent, McGarrett,

but you don't add much to the view. It's been a charming visit. Good day.

Oh, Dr. Ormsbee, just a minute, sir.

Five-0 has complete jurisdiction in these islands.

Now, if we come up with any connection

between your project and Lew Kameka's killing,

I won't come out here again, I'm gonna haul your tail in.

Is that understood, sir?

Now, what am I supposed to say to that?

That I admire your style, and now we'll be cooperative friends?

I detest arrogance, McGarrett.

And I don't give one sweet damn about your jurisdiction.

Now, you stay off my boat,

away from my project, and out of my life.

Understand?

Smoker's hack.

Recalculate the reentry zone

to conform with the new thermotropic averages.

I want the calculations in my office by noon.

No excuses.

Grant.

Chaing Lee.

It's so good to see you, my friend.

Even if you do look like the wrath of God.

And that's speaking as a committed atheist.

You have to forgive my appearance. I've been through quite a lot.

Oh, sit down. Sit down. Let's sit down over here. You tell me about it.

Here you go.

I crossed the border inside a bale of cotton goods,

then nearly two weeks hiding on a freighter.

- How'd you get ashore? - Inflated rubber boat.

And my best Boy Scout paddling technique.

Fantastic.

But the important thing is you're here. You made it.

Older, thinner.

You realize it's been nearly 12 years?

Have you kept up with your work?

Physics exists in other parts of the world

and other governments too.

All governments are the natural enemies of all scientists.

Ormsbee's first law.

Ormsbee's second law:

Always mix a political escapee a good stiff drink.

What are you drinking these days?

Still Scotch.

Miss Stone?

- Ladies first. One for you, sir. - Thank you.

And one for you. Have a good time.

- Thank you. - Bye-bye.

Hello. May I help you?

- Carol Stone? - Yes.

- My name's Williams. Five-0. - What do you want?

Do you know a man named Lew Kameka?

- Yes. Why? - Miss Stone, Lew Kameka is dead.

- How? - He was shot.

Who did it?

We thought you might be able to help us find out.

Do you know of anyone who might've wanted him dead?

No. No one.

How long have you known him?

Six, maybe seven months.

What kind of work did he do?

He was an advertising account executive.

Do you know what else he might've been involved with

outside his regular work?

Involved?

I don't know what you mean.

Maybe we should come back another time.

I'm sorry. I wish we could've made it easier for you.

Let's go.

I'll be in the office.

They wanted to know about Lew. Poor man.

Get in touch with Thatcher, and tell him to stay close to his phone.

It wasn't too brilliant, my returning to my home, my people.

Then I won't say, "I told you so."

I remember your last letter.

You were right.

In less than a year, I was drafted into developing missile-guidance systems.

Base launchers. Ballistics. Until I realized I made a mistake.

Until I managed to get word to you, and that took nearly a year.

And you came through.

It's a trifle early for congratulations.

I know.

I'm a defector.

A political refugee.

Grant, I have no hard secrets that will buy my way into the U.S.

I understand.

I'm a defector, not a turncoat.

- I'm just asking for sanctuary. - You'll get it.

You have faith.

Grant Ormsbee, lifting his lamp in front of the golden door.

It'll take more than faith, my friend, but I do have a good deal of influence.

And even security minds will eventually understand

you simply want no more trouble.

Grant,

there's already been trouble.

When I landed here, an agent was waiting for me with a gun.

I killed him.

In self-defense.

After he tried to kill me.

Let's take a look at that.

Oh, we'd better have that looked at right now.

- Yes? - Steve.

- Dr. Ormsbee is here to see you. - Ormsbee?

Okay, send him in.

I wanna talk to you, McGarrett.

I thought you wanted me out of your life.

Circumstances alter things. I need you to solve a problem for me.

You flatter me, doctor. What's your problem?

I'm in contact with a physicist, a Dr. Chaing Lee.

I knew him a number of years ago in Chicago and California.

We've carried on an extensive correspondence.

He's an absolutely first-class mind.

Dr. Chaing is no longer happy in the Far East.

He wishes to defect to the United States.

That's a State Department problem.

The Department of Red Tape? No, thank you.

I have neither the time nor the patience. I want action.

Then why don't you tell the truth, doctor?

Your scientific refugee landed in Kalea Cove yesterday

and killed a man.

The man attacked Chaing

who was forced to kill him in self-defense.

A tragedy, but not a crime.

I don't permit smoking in this office, doctor.

It's my airspace. I don't wanna pollute it.

- Where is this Dr. Chaing? - Well, only I can contact him.

He'll have to turn himself in.

Only for specific guarantees.

No prosecution for his act of self-defense,

resident status in the United States,

and no working over by any American Intelligence apparatus.

That's a pretty big order for somebody who just committed a murder.

And one that I can't honor.

You'll have to make some arrangement with the State Department.

I want you to arrange it, McGarrett.

Or else Dr. Chaing is going to return to his native country

to which he is worth approximately two full army divisions.

No deal.

The man killed someone on Hawaiian soil.

He turns himself in, I'll do what I can.

As you succinctly put it, no deal.

Doctor.

I hope you realize you're making yourself an accessory.

If you're planning to arrest me, McGarrett,

you make sure you contact the Department of Defense.

Doctor, I know that you're an important man.

But we can hold the important ones the same as anyone else

while I take this island apart looking for your Dr. Chaing.

Chaing Lee has suffered a great deal. He's quite desperate.

He's fully prepared to kill himself rather than become a political pawn.

Now, I cannot tell you how serious a tragedy his death would be

for science, for our country, and for me personally.

All right.

- I agree to a meeting. - I'll pick the place.

All right. I'll contact Washington.

I'll come with whatever guarantees they give me.

Fine. We have a deal.

You mean just like that?

McGarrett,

you impress me as a hard-nosed bullheaded type,

but hopelessly honest.

I'm always prepared to gamble on my own judgment.

I'll contact you about the meeting place.

Danno, come in for a minute, will you, please?

- Yeah, Steve? - I just made a deal with Dr. Ormsbee

to meet with a defector friend of his, a scientist named Chaing Lee.

Now, Chaing is the one who killed Kameka yesterday

in Kalea Cove. See what you can get on him.

- Locate, but don't apprehend. - Right.

- Jenny? - Yes, sir?

Get me Jonathan Kaye in Washington, please.

Smoker's hack?

You can teach them almost anything, McGarrett.

What have you come to tell me?

A State Department official has agreed to meet with Dr. Chaing.

He's already contacted Washington. He'll have a proposal.

Guarantees of safety?

If Chaing can prove self-defense in that shooting, he won't be sent back.

Chaing was wounded before he even fired.

That should be proof enough.

- Were you there, doctor? - No.

Then he'll have to prove that's the way it happened.

Tell me, McGarrett, who's to dispute it?

No one's trying to dispute it, only corroborate it.

Very well.

Suppose Dr. Chaing and I arrange to meet you at Hanauma Bay,

lookout point, say, 5:00 after I finish work?

Good. Good, doctor.

And tell Chaing to bring the weapon he used.

I wanna run some tests on it.

I wanna get a message off to my hotel.

Thank you.

- Operator. May I help you? - Yes.

I'd like 555-7670, please.

Yes?

I just got a message from Ormsbee.

We're meeting with McGarrett at 5:00.

Hanauma Bay, lookout point.

We have the time and the location.

The car is ready.

Okay, Danno, let's go.

McGarrett, this is Dr. Chaing Lee.

Grant tells me you have arranged this meeting.

I'm grateful.

Where have you been staying since you arrived on the island?

I'll answer that for him. He's been staying with me at my hotel.

Now, are you going to interpret that as harboring a fugitive?

Possibly.

You understand that you'll have to surrender yourself

before we can make any kind of arrangement?

What guarantees of safety will I have, Mr. McGarrett?

Same as any other person who entered the country illegally

and who just shot and killed a man.

No.

We'd like more specific reassurances than that.

I don't blame you, but you're not gonna get them.

No way we can follow over that kind of country.

I want an all-points out on that bike.

Looks like he's heading toward Hanauma.

Let's go.

They tried to kill me.

They sure did.

Take him down, get him fingerprinted and a mugshot.

McGarrett, I'm fed up with your fascist tactics.

I demand you release Chaing immediately.

And I am fed up with your pomposity and bad manners.

A man has been shot to death here,

and your friend Chaing here has admitted responsibility.

Chaing was shot first.

Surely it must be obvious to you he fired in self-defense.

That is not up to me to decide.

I am obligated by law to hold him over for a formal hearing.

- The hell with your formal hearing. - You know, you really are crude.

The district attorney will decide

whether Mr. Chaing is to be indicted or not.

And that decision will be based strictly on the evidence presented.

What evidence does he have to prove it was not self-defense?

Why don't you save that question for the district attorney?

- Steve. - Yeah?

Just came in from Washington.

They have no records of the prints you had lifted from Ormsbee's car.

Did you have them double-check with the Pentagon and the FBI?

- Yeah. - No record?

And yet he once worked on classified government projects?

- How does that read to you, Danno? - It doesn't.

It's impossible to get security clearance or even a visa

without having prints on file in Washington.

You know what I think?

I think our defector friend is an imposter.

- Imposter? - Yeah. A phony.

Let's look at what we've got so far.

Chaing lands on the island and kills a known agent.

Now, can you think of a better way

to make himself appear to be a legitimate defector?

But he was wounded. Or do you think that's a phony too?

No, no. No, that's real enough.

Probably self-inflicted to make his story stand up.

So he shot Lew Kameka, then nicked himself

to pass himself off as a political refugee?

Yeah. And that whole sniping incident was staged just for our benefits.

Those bullets were never meant to hit Chaing.

Well, what about Ormsbee? He knows Chaing.

The question is, how well?

Now, according to Dr. Ormsbee, they met on research projects.

But that was 12 years ago.

So a look-alike is found and indoctrinated

with everything there is to know about the real Chaing Lee.

From missilery science to what he eats, or ate.

We don't know if the real Dr. Chaing is still alive.

Quite an elaborate plan, but for what purpose?

My guess is that our imposter wants to get himself

a front-row seat at Dr. Ormsbee's missile test.

Yeah, Duke?

Here's that list of calls made from Ormsbee's hotel room

that you wanted, Steve. Names and addresses.

Well, anything stick out, Danno?

Yeah. Far East Tours travel agency.

Is that the agency where Lew Kameka's girl works?

Yeah. There's nothing on the girl except for a couple traffic violations.

Anything more, and they wouldn't have recruited her.

- What about the agency itself? - It reads out to be legitimate.

Well, whether it is or isn't, we can't afford to rock the boat.

Duke,

get over there.

Put a tail on Carol Stone.

I wanna know every move she makes.

Right.

How do we handle it from here, Steve?

Well, right now, I think we just have to sit on it, Danno.

I'll go to the Navy

and see if we can arrange for our guest to see that test tomorrow.

And bring Dr. Ormsbee in. I'll call Manicote,

see if he'll go along with releasing Chaing.

I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it.

You're arranging to release Chaing Lee on his own recognizance,

and now you're trying to tell me he's an imposter?

Why don't you just cool off? Hear me out for once.

There might be a very simple way to find out if the man is an imposter.

Why don't we just ask him?

When you knew Chaing 12 years ago,

was there any incident that you still might both remember?

Something out of the ordinary?

- Not that I can recall. - Well, did you work all the time?

Did you take any trips? Did you see each other socially?

Go to any sporting events or the theater?

Yes, we did go to a World Series game, 1962,

Candlestick Park, San Francisco, the Giants and the Yankees.

Chaing was a big Yankee fan.

That's very interesting.

Do you remember the starting pitchers?

Of course.

Well, then being a fan, he'd also remember, wouldn't he?

Well, certainly, but I still say this entire thing is absurd.

Doctor, suppose you're wrong. Suppose the man is a foreign agent.

- All right, what do you want me to do? - Simply test him.

Ask him who the starting pitchers were.

Any other aspect of the game you can remember.

The final score, for instance. Who you went with. What car you had.

And work the questions in subtly.

Doctor.

One more thing.

If he fails the test, don't mark his paper.

Don't let him know.

Grant, I'm sorry for all these troubles.

Just a couple of phone calls, that's all.

- What a wonderfully refreshing sight. - What, the children?

Out playing in the park without military supervision.

Yeah, we might have a future big league ballplayer out there.

Hey, listen, we've got a pretty good Triple-A league here in the island.

- Why don't we take in a game? - I'd like that.

You still a big Yankee fan?

Well,

maybe not quite as rabid as I used to be.

Boy, I remember that '62 series.

The hysteria. The crowd. The look on your face

when Ralph Terry walked out to the mound in the bottom of the first.

I suppose it sounds silly,

but it still gives me chills thinking about it.

Yes.

Me too.

Driver, do I have any cigars up there in the front seat?

Listen, pull over here to the right. I wanna pick up some fresh cigars.

- I'll get them for you. - No, no, no. I got it.

Be right back.

- Box of small cigars, please. - Yeah.

McGarrett.

Yes, doctor.

Well, you see what I mean?

All right, doctor. You play it cool with Chaing,

and we'll be on top of it from here.

Yeah. Thank you.

Well,

Dr. Ormsbee just confirmed what I've suspected all along.

- That your defector is an imposter? - Yeah.

Well, now, let me get this straight.

You're still asking the Navy to waive security

and allow this man out at the test site?

That's what I'm asking.

But if what you have on him is enough to hold up,

why don't you just pull him in?

Because there are other people involved.

We don't know who or how many,

but we've known about them for a long time.

As I'm sure Naval Intelligence has, huh?

- We've heard rumbles. - Yeah. Well, you know about it.

Lew Kameka was the Judas goat,

and he ends up being led to the slaughter.

It's a big opportunity, Jim.

And I don't wanna settle for just one of them.

And you think your imposter will lead you to them?

If he takes the bait, yeah. Yeah, I do.

All right, Steve. I'll try and ramrod it through security for you.

- Thank you. - But if we do get approval,

we'll be watching that guy like a hawk every minute he's out at the site.

As well you should, but I trust from a distance, huh?

Jim.

Do you know that Whitey Ford pitched the opening game

for the Yanks in the Series of '62?

I looked it up.

This is it, Chaing.

As unprepossessing as the desert at Alamogordo.

It could be equally important.

Grant,

you called your new missile revolutionary. How so?

Surely not just an underwater launch?

- Hardly. - Then what?

It's designed to home in on nuclear submarines.

No wonder you call it revolutionary.

In here.

What's the range?

Today's test will cover roughly 3,000 miles.

The launch is to take place from just off the coast of New Zealand.

The target has been simulated.

Surely missile's not launched

haphazardly?

Oh, no. We must know the general location of the target,

or else we might end up destroying our own submarines

and perhaps even downtown Honolulu.

That is, if we were using armed missiles.

Grant, this is all very fascinating.

Yes.

Yes, I thought you might find it so.

Tell me,

how's the tracking and guidance recorded?

Inside the missile we have a capsule

that's not much bigger than your thumb.

Now, this contains not only the guidance mechanism,

but also a microcircuit that records every technological aspect of the flight.

Extraordinary.

Yes, isn't it?

Radar 2, Mission Control.

Downrange tracking ship reports we have a launch, sir.

The splashdown will be off our starboard quarter

in exactly 17 minutes and 12 seconds.

We're sure he wants the guidance capsule,

and I don't think he'll leave the test site without it.

But how does he plan to get his hands on it?

That we don't know.

- But Dr. Ormsbee's gonna play along. - Isn't that kind of risky?

Well, it's his choice. In fact, he insisted on it.

If anything goes wrong, if this thing blows up in our faces,

I've given orders out there for my people to jump in.

I'm sure the Navy will know what to do, commander.

McGarrett.

They have a launch. On our way.

Oh, thank you.

Cleared the Fiji Island, right on schedule.

Duke Lukela calling Steve McGarrett.

Yeah, Duke?

The lady, Carol Stone, she's just leaving.

She's gonna be very careful, Duke.

We can't take the chance of her picking up on our tail,

so you better drop her.

Right, Steve.

She's coming into our radar range now, sir.

Less than two minutes to splashdown. Come on.

That's our basic recovery mechanism.

It's a production model.

The bugs have been worked out over the past 8 million years.

Brilliant.

How do they locate the missile?

Miniature transmitter inside emits a high-frequency sound.

The sea lions have been trained to home in on it.

Come on.

They got it, sir.

Thank you, lieutenant.

All we have to do is to remove the microtape

and run it through the computer for decoding and extrapolations.

Dr. Ormsbee.

I'm prepared to kill you unless you do precisely as I say.

And please keep in mind that I have no fear of dying myself.

First, the capsule.

Who are you?

It's unimportant. The capsule.

Now, you're going to order the shore boat.

Base Unit 1, this is Trackdown Charlie. Over.

Trackdown Charlie, this is Base Unit 1, Commander Hudson. Over.

They're leaving on the shore boat now, sir.

Roger, Trackdown Charlie. Out.

Tell him you're going to drive.

That's all, driver. I'll drive.

- But, sir... - I said that's all.

- Thank you. - Yes, sir.

Steve, Chin. They got rid of the driver.

Car's moving east on King Street.

Got it, Chin. We'll pick them up at the intersection of King and Koheo.

Commander Hudson has the parallel.

Okay.

Chin, McGarrett. We've got him.

He's still proceeding east on King.

Unless he turns off, you can intercept at Wailai.

Roger, Steve.

What happened to Chaing Lee?

He was uncooperative.

- Another way of saying he's dead. - Quite.

Doctor, does it alarm you that you never caught on to me?

- Not particularly. - Good.

Because, you see, I was carefully chosen for this role

from nearly a thousand candidates.

Not only did I look like your old friend Chaing Lee,

but in just a few months, I was able to master every nuance

of his speech and behavior patterns.

Not to mention a passable knowledge of missilery systems.

Yes, you played the part quite admirably.

But don't take any curtain calls yet.

After we have the capsule, I want this house closed.

All traces of our work here completely destroyed. Is that understood?

What happens to us?

You'll all return to your homes and pick up with your lives.

You mean until we hear from you again concerning another project?

Considering the importance of it, this may very well be our last.

McGarrett to all units. We've got a location.

5691 Kalanianaole Highway.

Silent approach. Red alert.

To open the capsule, you simply unscrew the end.

I think you'll find it empty.

The capsule was switched before it was turned over to me.

McGarrett's idea.

It's crawling with them out there.

Good. Because now I'm gonna leave you.

The only way you can stop me is by shooting me,

in which case I shall be eternally and gloriously martyred.

This is McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0. You're under arrest.

Come out with your hands up. The house is surrounded.

Take them, Danno.

Hold it right there. Drop them.

- Cyanide. - Can you pump him out?

No, he's dead.

Well, you live by the sword, you die by the sword, huh?

Doctor.

Don't be concerned about missing your plane.

We'll cancel your reservation.

- Book her, Danno, murder one. - With pleasure.

I suppose I should thank you.

Not required by law.

Despite the fact that if you'd managed

to uncover this plot in reasonable time, we would've been spared

- all this cloak-and-dagger... - Dr. Ormsbee.

- What? - You're welcome.

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