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[ Telephone rings ]

Dr. Logan.

Dr. Royce? Yes, just a minute.

Dr. Royce, telephone.

Hello. This is Dr. Royce.

John? It's Theresa.

Theresa?

You've never called here before. What's the matter?

You've got to help me.

There's a man who's trying to blackmail my uncle.

What?

[ Sighs ] I am so ashamed.

Well, if you don't tell me, I can't help you.

My uncle has been living in this country illegally.

He never applied for citizenship.

Oh?

I know, I know, it's stupid,

but he's my uncle, John, the only family I have left.

Take it easy, darling. Just take it easy.

This man is threatening to tell the authorities

unless he's paid $1,000.

He's coming over here.

Are you home?

Yes.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

And don't worry. We'll work something out.

Please hurry, John.

We're ready for those sequential detection tests now.

I think you can handle this, Dr. Logan.

I have a personal matter to attend to. Excuse me.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Elevator dings ]

Ahooa!

[ Woman screams ]

Get the gun!

Shoot him. Shoot him.

[ Gunshot ]

Quick!

Is he dead?

Hurry! There were others, John.

Excellent performance. Excellent.

Thank you.

An auspicious beginning, indeed.

It was convincing, wasn't it?

Can I have the money now?

Of course. As a matter of fact, we have in mind a reward

that will take care of all your earthly needs

for the rest of your life.

You have performed your service well.

So well, in fact, that you deserve a bonus.

The bonus, won see.

His finest performance.

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Sirens wail ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

This one rattled windows all the way to Washington.

I just got a call from the Pentagon.

Our baby?

We're gonna share the honors with the local arm

of government intelligence,

if the man who fired the shot was actually Dr. Royce.

At least two witnesses seem convinced

it was Dr. Royce they saw leaving.

We called his lab.

Dr. Royce was very upset when he left,

according to his assistant.

Who's in charge here?

Merrill Carson -- over there.

How soon will you have the apartment dusted?

Maybe another two hours.

I expect a full report in three.

I'd be more comfortable if I had four or five.

Listen. Get comfortable on your day off, Jay.

I can't promise anything, but I'll try, Steve.

Mcgarrett, five-o.

Carson. Did Washington contact you?

Yeah.

Dr. Royce is an important man.

I got that impression. What have we got so far?

The apartment was rented on a month-to-month basis

by a woman tentatively identified as Theresa Dietrich.

Approximately 28, medium height, attractive.

She kept to herself.

She made no friends with the neighbors.

It appears that she and Dr. Royce were romantically --

well, you'll get a copy of everything.

What about the victim?

Identified as lo quan, a small-time hoodlum

with a long record of assorted felonies.

How did he die?

He was shot at short range

by a .38-caliber revolver,

serial number filed off, no record of registry.

I have a suspicion

you're gonna find Dr. Royce's fingerprints on the gun.

We'll need a complete profile on Dr. Royce

as soon as possible.

Profile?

Yeah -- habits, friends, associates,

what kind of work he was doing.

Anything and everything to help us find him.

Well, anything and everything is a large order.

Dr. Royce's work was highly classified.

You can always get the information from Washington,

Mr. Carson.

My agency is willing to cooperate with five-o

to the fullest extent, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Then we have an agreement, Mr. Carson.

What have we got?

It's all right. We're safe now.

Where are we?

My uncle's house. No one will find us.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I have to go to the police.

Just for a while, to give us a little time to think clearly.

Please, John, let me help you.

In the simplest terms, gentlemen,

Dr. Royce has discovered a far more sophisticated method

of locating enemy submarines

than by the somewhat limited methods of sonar and radar.

He has even given the project a name,

a rather descriptive acronym -- "nose" --

short for "nautical observation of submerged enemy."

Now, this method,

when combined with sophisticated computer circuitry,

can literally sniff through the ocean

and detect if a submarine has passed within 100 miles,

how long ago, and in what direction it was traveling.

Would you like to see a small laboratory demonstration?

Please.

Anything and everything, Dr. Logan.

Here's a miniaturized model

of Dr. Royce's chemical detector.

And here is a purified sample of seawater,

with all the metallic trace elements removed.

I'll lower the sensor into the water.

And you'll be able to see the results of its analysis

on that meter.

You see?

The sensor detects no metallic residue,

such as a submarine would leave in the water.

Now, then, Mr. Carson,

I see you have a ring on your finger.

Some metal substance, I presume.

Would you mind just dipping your ring finger into the tank?

All right.

Quickly in, quickly out.

All right.

Not much time for any chemical reaction

between the metal of your ring finger and the water.

But let's see what our nose has to say about it.

Well, Washington has good reason

to be concerned about Dr. Royce's whereabouts.

So would a few other countries.

Feel better?

What?

How do you feel? Feel better?

Yes, thank you.

I called my uncle. He should be home anytime now.

He'll help us, John.

There's no help now. I've killed a man.

I've ruined everything. There's nothing left.

Not even me, John?

No, no, no.

You're the most precious thing in my life, Theresa.

[ Car horn blows ]

It's my uncle.

Look at me, Theresa.

[ Car door shuts ]

Hiding like a criminal.

That's what I am, isn't it?

Theresa, I heard the news.

Uncle, it was awful.

I know, I know, I know.

Dr. Royce, I owe you a great debt.

You owe me nothing.

What I did, I did for Theresa.

I did it to protect her.

Of course. That's why I must help you if I can.

You said you heard the news.

On the radio.

What are they saying?

That a famous and respected scientist

is being sought in connection with a murder.

Murder.

But you had to kill him.

Of course.

That's exactly what I intend to tell the police.

The police?

Theresa, may I have some tea, please?

We have much to talk about, to decide.

There, there, and there.

Notice the straight line of marks,

like a row of small teeth biting on metal

with tremendous pressure.

Any idea what caused it?

No.

It probably doesn't have a thing to do

with Dr. Royce's fingerprints on the gun.

But an interesting puzzle.

I got that report of what we found

in the girl's apartment.

There's nothing in here you didn't already know.

We found some unidentified prints and sent them on

to Washington for identification.

Did you send a copy of this to Carson over at c.I.B.?

Huh, are you kidding?

He had a bird dog sitting on my doorstep waiting for it.

You know what that looks like to me?

It looks like somebody put the gun in a vise.

A vise?

Yeah.

A plain, everyday workshop vise.

When I was a kid, I used to make jewelry out of soft metal --

copper, brass.

Every time I put the stuff in a vise to work on it,

it would leave marks like that.

Guess that's why I tried a new profession.

[ Chuckles ]

Che, when you bench-test a rifle,

don't you lock it down to check accuracy?

Yes, but you don't generally bench-test a revolver.

It's a short-range weapon.

Exactly.

Maybe that's another reason somebody put this on the gun.

A vise -- that's what we need.

Have you got one of those,

what they call "vise locking pliers" around here?

I think so.

Like these?

Yeah.

Okay.

[ Gunshot ]

That look familiar?

If I wanted to keep somebody's prints intact on a gun,

I wouldn't use a glove or a handkerchief

that would smear the prints.

But a pair of vise locking pliers wouldn't.

Exactly.

Yeah.

You smell a frame-up?

I see two possibilities.

Either Royce is hiding out somewhere

because he wants to

or because somebody's got him under wraps.

Well, which way do you buy it?

I think he's been set up.

I think the girl was bait.

It could be a long stretch.

I mean, Dr. Royce wasn't exactly known

as a big-time playboy with the ladies.

No, but he was a lonely one.

Weekends at the laboratory, sleeping on a cot, TV dinners.

Dr. Royce was ready to be tapped and somebody knew it.

Chin, how's your French?

No good after I get past "parlez-vous français?"

How about "cherchez la femme"?

Kono, come on in.

Kono, I want you and chin to set up a 24-hour surveillance

on Theresa Dietrich's apartment.

It's a long shot, but she might get careless

and go back for something.

If we can get to her, I think we can get to John Royce.

Right.

Steve.

Uh, what does "cherchez la femme" mean?

"Look for the woman."

Oh.

[ Door closes ]

[ Pile driver hammering ]

But have you considered the alternatives?

What will happen if you turn yourself in?

Won't you lose everything?

Are you suggesting that I hide out like a hunted animal?

I suggest only that discretion

is the better part of valor.

You could spend the next 15 or 20 years in prison.

Not after I explain what happened.

Well, how can you explain without harming Theresa?

It wasn't her fault. She did it for you.

She did it to protect you.

I can see she has not told you everything.

Not that I blame her.

Theresa.

She loves you, Dr. Royce.

Can't you see her reluctance, her grief, at deceiving you?

What are you getting at?

You know I am living in this country illegally.

If they find out, they will deport me.

For an old uncle, it would not be too disagreeable.

I could adjust.

But for Theresa...

Young, pretty...

Someone who has found love...

What will happen if they find out

that she is also an illegal alien?

Theresa? Why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't.

[ Sighs ] Couldn't?

I love you, Theresa. Why couldn't you tell me?

When I find the right moment, I was going --

right moment?!

What kind of a right moment do you need to tell the truth?

You are upset. Forgive me.

We will not talk about it anymore.

We will talk about it now.

All right.

I have important friends, government officials.

They'll intercede for Theresa.

They'll help me.

Would your friends help a killer?

Theresa, would you get some more tea, please?

You're not concerned at all.

You're some kind of an agent, aren't you?

[ Snickers ]

Let us just say that I do not have an exaggerated sense

of patriotism for a country

that would destroy one of its finest scientists.

All right, now, what is it?

What is it that you really want from me?

I have friends in another country.

They admire you tremendously,

your splendid work in the science of hydraulics

and chemical detection.

It is their fervent hope

that an unfortunate accident

will not Rob the world of your genius.

In a word, they are concerned.

And they are willing to back up their concern with help.

What can anyone do to help me now?

Give you your own laboratory,

with unlimited funds to carry out your work.

A home for you and Theresa.

A lifetime of happiness.

[ Morse code beeping ]

Tomorrow night. Excellent.

Make your preparations.

The tranquilizer worked. He is sleeping.

Are you satisfied with our progress, Theresa?

What do you mean?

I seem to detect a lack of enthusiasm.

I'm doing my job.

It would be far better if Dr. Royce

were a willing defector,

instead of a troublesome hostage.

We must make him feel comfortable, secure.

He's a strong man.

To be sure.

And I always thought that you were a strong woman.

I'll do what is required.

Then we must do our best to condition Dr. Royce.

Our very best.

I understand.

I knew you would, Theresa.

Your future may well depend upon it.

The woman.

She got away.

We made a mistake. He's five-o.

What's the idea of denting my man's skull with a gun butt?

It was an unfortunate error.

Why wasn't I informed that you put a stakeout

on that apartment?

I answer to Washington, Mr. Mcgarrett, not five-o.

If you prefer to make formal complaints, do it.

There's no time for a formal complaint, and you know it.

Now, I will settle for your personal assurance

that I will be informed of your agency's actions in advance.

You have my personal assurance.

I will do everything in my power

to avoid any further errors.

Just one more thing, Mr. Carson.

Just remember this is Hawaii, the 50th state.

It is not Cuba or the Dominican Republic

or Vietnam or Laos.

You dig?

How long was she gone last night?

About an hour. No more.

You should have followed her.

I had no orders.

Theresa is to be admired for her resourcefulness,

if not for her loyalty.

Put the letter back. Make sure you are not seen.

What about her?

When we have safely removed Dr. Royce from this island,

you will have to kill her.

Theresa Dietrich,

alias Theresa meyer, alias Betty torrance.

Born Manila, Philippines, date unknown.

Age approximately 28.

Arrested in Hong Kong on passport violation in 1957.

Released.

Arrested in Saigon in 1962 -- passport violation.

Escaped by bribing prison guard.

Suspected member of an intelligence group.

Observed in Singapore, 1967,

in company of known double agent professor hans kreuter.

One thing about kreuter -- he's loyal...

To the highest bidder.

Dr. Royce runs with a nice crowd.

Yeah.

Chin, what about that letter the agent found last night?

Well, I made a priority request

with the department of immigration and naturalization.

They promised to give us a report.

I'll check the teletype.

Well, we're not any closer to Royce

than we were yesterday.

We got it, Steve.

The newspapers gave us a blowup.

Hmm.

Good. Good, kono.

I don't think the government's gonna agree with you.

Why? Because Carson wants a tight clamp on news coverage?

Something like that.

Danno, I want everybody on this rock

to know what Dr. Royce looks like,

and I want them to know fast.

Kono...

How's the head?

It hurts only when I think about it.

I think about it a lot.

Would you like the mainland papers, too?

No, no.

Well, what else can I say?

You are an intelligent man. It is your decision.

Either you turn yourself over to the police

and let them destroy your life,

or you give me the chance to help.

Theresa.

Don't you have some advice for Dr. Royce?

Take his help, John.

Is that all?

It's the only way.

For us.

Yes.

For us.

How long do I have to make my decision?

I must know by tonight.

Perhaps you would care to be alone.

I've got to think it out. [ Sighs ]

Maybe a walk.

Sometimes I take a walk when the answers don't come.

Splendid idea.

Theresa.

You go with Dr. Royce.

No.

It's up to me.

It has to be my decision.

As you wish.

Only remember that if someone sees you,

recognizes you,

your choice will no longer be yours.

Theresa.

I just want you to know that I...

Care very much about the two of us.

Are we just gonna let him walk away?

It is a calculated risk, won see.

Dr. Royce is a fugitive from the police.

He does not wish to be caught any more than we do.

He could run away.

Oh, we must give him confidence...

Reassurance that we are his friends.

If we treat him like a prisoner,

we could suffer the loss of his scientific cooperation.

And, in our business, that would be costly.

But to ensure our calculated risk,

you will follow him.

Discreetly, of course.

[ Hammering ]

[ Echoing ] Turn yourself over to the police,

or you give me the chance to help.

Take his help, John.

Give me the chance to help.

Unlimited funds... A lifetime of happiness.

Shoot him! Shoot him!

She loves you.

Shoot him!

Would your friends help a killer?

Hpd has received 14 calls from citizens

who have positively verified seeing Dr. Royce,

everywhere from waimanalo to makaha.

Any official verification?

Zero.

[ Telephone buzzes ]

-Yes, Jenny? -Call for you on 2, boss.

Man won't give his name.

All right, I'll take it. Mcgarrett.

Are you in charge of Hawaii five-o?

Yes. Who is this, please?

Dr. John Royce.

[ Snaps fingers ]

Yes?

This is Williams. Put an emergency trace on line 2.

Yes, doctor? Yes, thank you for calling.

We've been concerned about you.

I want to talk to you about...

What happened at the apartment.

Yes, I'd like to talk about that. Where are you?

I don't know exactly. Somewhere near a...

Doctor? Hello?

[ Rattles telephone ]

Hello.

You have been very foolish, Dr. Royce.

I offered you the convenience

of a reasonable arrangement.

What about you, Theresa?

Isn't there something you have to say?

Well, isn't there?!

-No. -Oh, come on!

Why don't you tell your dear uncle

just how easy it was to trick a stupid man,

to make him believe that a woman half his age

was in love with him.

Come on!

Why don't you tell him how ridiculous I am,

how it must have turned your stomach to be with me?

Well, come on, tell him!

Get the truck. It will soon be time to go.

[ Pile driver hammering in the background ]

Yes, doctor?

Yes, thank you for calling. We've been concerned about you.

I want to talk to you about...

What happened at the apartment.

Yes, I'd like to talk about that. Where are you?

I don't know exactly. Somewhere near a...

[ Click ]

Okay, once more.

See if we can isolate the background.

[ Pile driver hammering in the background ]

Yes, doctor?

Yes, thank you for calling. We've been concerned about you.

I want to talk to you about...

What happened at the apartment.

Yes, I'd like to talk about that. Where are you?

I don't know exactly. Somewhere near a --

[ click ]

Any ideas?

It's an engine of some kind.

But not internal combustion.

One thing for sure -- he's talking in a phone booth.

I can hear the bounce.

Wait a minute.

[ Slower speed ] Yes, doctor?

Yes, thank you for calling. We've been concerned about you.

I want to talk to you about...

What happened at the apartment.

Danno, call the city engineer's office.

What for?

That's a pile driver.

We're using pile drivers at kalua heights

and just north of the punchbowl for our new main sewer line.

We've got another one going at makiki heights

for street shoring.

And a third buster going at rocky hill.

We've got heavy construction at three sites...

[ Hammering in distance ]

[ Engine revs ]

[ Tires screech ]

3-4 to Carson.

Mcgarrett just took a fast ride out of here.

It looks like something's up.

Stay with him.

This is Carson. Alert all street units.

I think five-o has got a lead on Dr. Royce.

No need for mcgarrett to have the whole show.

Right.

That's probably where he called from.

Yeah, probably. Check the construction gang.

Yeah, probably.

Check the construction gang! See if anybody saw Royce.

Take that side.

Steve.

High-power marine shortwave.

Yeah.

Perfect contact for an offshore pickup.

Let's go.

Any luck?

Yeah. Found a worker who saw four men and a woman leave

in a truck about 15 minutes ago.

What kind of a truck?

All he remembers is a sign on the side --

"island star" or something.

Okay. Get out an apb right away.

They must be moving Royce to a jump-off place.

Chin, you swing over the pali to kaneohe.

We'll head toward hanauma bay.

Got it, Steve.

[ Tires screech ]

Central dispatch to five-o.

Central dispatch to five-o.

Five-o, go ahead.

Apb confirmation.

Island star bakery truck moving north along monserrat.

Repeat -- island star bakery truck

moving north along monserrat.

Okay, this is mcgarrett. Roger -- I got it.

Thank you.

Chin, kono, did you hear that?

Got it, Steve.

You're closest,

so tail the truck and keep at a safe distance.

Keep us alerted. Over and out.

Well, things are looking up.

[ Tires screech ]

They did a good job hiding that truck.

We almost went right by it.

Where are they?

Down there.

Easy. Let's go.

For your own protection, Dr. Royce,

please do not be foolish. We will get into the boat now.

Into the boat, Dr. Royce.

Theresa.

Do as he tells you.

Freeze. You're under arrest.

Aah!

Drop it.

You forgot to invite me to the party, mcgarrett.

I didn't think it was necessary, with the tail you put on me.

[ Cries ]

She's dead.

I saw your inquiry from the department of immigration

about the woman's letter.

She had made an initial application

for an American citizenship under an assumed name.

Maybe she was in love with Dr. Royce.

It wouldn't have worked for her, of course.

Apparently she was gonna defect from kreuter's operation.

I don't guess it's important now.

It's important.

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]