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Hi. That's the one. Thank you.

Couldn't get a scope sight that cheap.

Not even in Hong Kong.

No, that's nice.

The best.

You have 500 rounds, sir? Half price.

Two for one.

It's like you bought the gun, got the scope, and the bullets for free.

Would you mind?

What's this? Some federal forms for guns.

Some new red tape.

Won't hold our purchase.

Okay.

I guess you need some identification, huh?

You're over 21?

Uh-huh. No identification.

Okay. Can I borrow your pen? Sure.

Okay, there you go.

Just cash your charge, Mr. Patton.

Boop.

What have we got, Duke?

Sniper. Haven't had time to do anything about him.

Two of our boys and I have got to get him first.

Get him out now.

Now? Better get a chopper in here. We're going to need some eyes.

Use all the cover you can.

If he opens up on you, freeze.

We'll lay down a covering fire and try to pin him down so he can move again.

Chopper's on his way, Steve. I told him to pick me up here. Good.

How do you feel, Tommy?

We didn't even see the guy, Steve.

Pick it up.

Okay,

boom.

Right, it was dead before he hit the ground.

I want every available man out here.

Has anyone tried to talk him down yet? Not yet. Give me a bullhorn.

has an effective range of at least 500 yards.

I don't want any man close enough to take one if he opens up.

Right. And, Juke, contact Army engineers.

Any blueprints, any specs they have of those bunkers, get them for me. Got it.

Diamond head, can you imagine?

He couldn't have picked a better place to hole up in if he'd combed the whole

island.

Donald, take a ride up there and see if you can spot him, but be sure to stay

well out of range of that rifle.

There's a car parked below you, Steve, near the beach.

A 1960 Ford, four-door sedan.

Appears to be abandoned.

Nobody near it.

All right, get the license plate number.

It's an Hawaiian plate.

The number is 1B1113.

Repeat, 1B1113.

Yeah, I got it, Dano. Start your search of the area.

and see if you can find a way that we can approach him from behind.

Do you read me?

Okay, Steve.

Check the area up on top to see that there are no campers or hikers. All we

need is a Cub Scout troop moving around up there.

Okay?

Okay, Steve.

Central Dispatch, this is McGarrett.

Central Dispatch, standing by for McGarrett.

Emergency. Owner's registration, 1960 white Ford, four-door sedan,

plate number 1 Baker 1113, Hawaiian.

Emergency.

A 1960 white four-door sedan, a Ford, license number 1 Baker 1113.

Yeah, okay, thank you. 10-4.

Dono, make sure you stay well out of range of that rifle.

Don't worry.

I'm getting a good view of the top of the hill now.

I think I can see him.

I know he can see me.

Is there a blind side we can work our way up to him?

I don't think so, Steve. The roof juts out quite a way.

But I think he has a good view.

We'll circle and have a look.

Okay, Dano.

Central Dispatch. Standing by, McGarrett.

Patch me through to 50 Office, please.

Stand by.

Steve? Chin?

I just gave HPD a license number to check out, run it down.

We're not sure if the car belongs to the sniper or not, but stay on top of it,

will you, and get back to me as soon as you can.

Is Kono there?

Right here.

You! Kono, I'm going to need a command post with good communications.

Make sure that van...

Yeah. Chin, call the hospital and see how Tamaeba is doing.

Also, I'm going to need a topographical map of this whole area. Make sure Kono

brings one along.

We'll get on it. Good. I want that van rolling in 30 seconds.

Okay, boss.

Identification section.

Yeah, this is Chin Ho Kelly speaking.

I'll get on it, Chin.

What are you doing here, Paul?

You're on vacation.

I was at the hospital to see Fred's wife when they brought Tom and Ryder in.

I figured you'd need a volunteer to go up and get that psycho. Paul, now look,

I know how you feel, but we're not lining up so he can cut us down. Just

give me a little cover. Paul, listen to me.

Now, we need all the help we can get, but nobody's going to rush up that hill

until we find out there's no other way of doing it.

Now, if you can hold your cool, fine.

Duke has a job for you. If not, get back in your car and stay out of my way.

Steve? This is Chin Ho. Over.

Yeah, McGarrett, go ahead, Chin.

Here's the computer feed-out on the car registered to William T. Shiner.

No record under that name.

He applied for commercial driver's license, and we have a thumbprint.

We're running a make on it.

Well, get over to Shiner's place and see what you can come up with.

I'm already on my way.

Conner should get there with the van in the next couple of minutes.

He got hung up in the traffic.

Cars are backed up all the way to Ala Moana. Well, any report on Tommy Ever's

condition?

He's in a coma, Steve.

That's all the doc would say.

All right. Let me know what you find out about Ever.

Will do, Steve.

What'd you see from up there, Dano? There's no route of approach the sniper

can't cover.

And no matter how we lay out that encirclement, there aren't enough guys

in HPD to draw the net tight once it gets dark.

Which means we gotta get him out of there by sundown. Three hours.

Or maybe less.

There was a Medal of Honor winner on television a couple of months ago.

He held a hill just like that all by himself for 15 or 16 hours.

Reports credit him with 41 dead and 60-some-odd wounded.

And the guy said he was a lousy shot.

Our sniper is a marksman. You imagine what he can do?

Those reporters down in the barricade, leave them there.

HPD, chopper one, come in.

I'm Chin Ho Kelly, Hawaii Five-O.

Does a man by the name of William T. Shiner live in this building?

Sure. Something happened to him.

Is he home?

He went out this morning.

He could have been back, though.

Lived in apartment 1C, right over there.

Do you have a pass key?

Yes, I have.

Well, let's find out if he's home.

This is the search warrant to examine the apartment.

Open up.

Mr. Shiner?

Will you come in with me?

Sure. I've been curious about this apartment.

Never been in here ever since I rented it to him.

Nobody ever comes in in here.

Except Billy, I mean.

Keeps to himself.

He doesn't even have a TV.

How long has he lived here?

Oh, five months, six months.

He's a real nice guy, you know.

Quiet, always say hello.

Ever seen this woman?

No, I haven't seen her before.

He pays his rent on time, you know. Real nice guy.

What are you looking for?

What do you know that I don't, Dunham?

I just talked to Chimp. He searched Shiner's apartment.

Found a collection of marksmanship trophies and a drawer full of loaded

weapons. Figures. What else?

A photograph of a woman.

No date. Taken in Philadelphia.

From the hairstyle and clothing, chin figures around 1945.

50 Command Center, this is Central Dispatch. This is 50 Command Center.

We have a positive identification on the thumbprint from William T. Shiner's

application for a commercial driver's license.

Shiner has been identified William T. Shem Jr.

with one prior arrest.

What was the charge?

Sniping. He was remanded to Hawaii State Hospital for psychiatric treatment,

released four months later.

Beautiful, beautiful.

How long has he been on the street?

Six months.

Pull the package on Shem and get it over to the state hospital right away.

Emergency priority.

10-4.

Vano, call the chopper in.

Get over to the state hospital. See if you can find the doctor who treated

Shem.

Bring him back here.

Vano, take over the van for Vano. Right.

Relay that to Chin Ho and tell him not to move on it until he checks with me.

Will do, Gen 4.

Steve?

Yeah, what do you got, Conner?

HPD just came up with an address on the wife.

Mrs. William T. Shem, Pearl City.

I had it relayed to Chin Ho. All right, get Chin out there and tell her to bring

it here right away.

HPD also has that picture Chin found in the guy's apartment.

Danny had them ship it out to the hospital along with Shem's file.

Good, good. See if you can find out how Tommy Abba is.

We tried for 20-yard intervals where the terrain is rough and the brush is thick.

Yeah, but there's still no way to make the ring tight enough to cut off the

possibility that he could slip through after dark.

Not without moving our circle higher up the hill.

Army engineers came through.

Specs in the bunker.

Tunnel.

Ammunition storage.

Dead ends in the heart of the month.

Four feet of reinforced concrete on every side.

Sure picked the perfect spot.

Dr. Fernando, this is Steve McGarrett. Doctor, I'm sure Danny filled you in. He

did. What can you tell me about William T. Shemp?

This is the third sniping incident for him.

The first was in Vietnam.

Took a jeep out one night, drove to the edge of the river with a carbine and

shot about 30 rounds of ammunition into a gunboat.

How many victims?

None. Shem knew there was no one aboard.

He was hospitalized for observation and given a medical discharge as an unstable

personality.

One of the examining psychiatrists thought Shem was faking the condition in

order to get out of the army. And what about the second incident?

Less than a year ago, he drove up to the university late on a Sunday afternoon

and shot out a dozen windows of the women's dorm.

It was between semesters. No one was hit.

Doctor, what are the chances of you talking that man down off that hill?

Not good.

All right, Duke.

Where did you place your best marksman?

Here.

And here.

My gun's jammed!

Paul, stay put!

I'll get back when he stops to reload!

I want him in his car and out of here. He's not grandstanding. Out of here!

That's an order.

The puck ain't nothing!

Anybody can hear it's a knock on my side!

You're not going to chew me out for going up there, are you, Steve?

I'm going to leave that to you, Paul.

You can't do that.

I'm on vacation.

Yeah.

Looks like you're having a great time.

I can't think of one good reason that I don't hate your guts for letting that

sniper out of the hospital to kill one good cop and gun down two more.

Not when he served notice twice before.

Neither can I.

Not a good reason. Then what the hell is he doing walking around the streets?

McGarrett, there are not enough beds.

It's not a good reason, but it is a reason. You mean to tell me that he's

the least disturbed patient you had and you let him go to make room for people

who were worse?

We don't have the time or the staff to decide which patient is worse.

All we can do is to help them, to work with them, to try to calm them, to help

them find a way of coping with society and life outside the hospital.

And then when they appear stable enough, we have to send them home and make room

for more disturbed people. Here's a tranquilizer, here's your hat. Is that

what you're talking about?

We play the cards we're dealt and do the best we can. And what have we got on top

of that hill, Doctor?

A sniper.

A man that's got a passion so terrific to him that shooting and killing

strangers is easier to live with.

Usually it's a guilt over an incestuous drive toward a mother, sometimes a

sister. That's the psychodynamics of it. Yeah, but what's the reality of it,

Doctor? What's the reality of it? How disturbed is he? How many more does he

have to kill before he quits? He won't stop.

Whatever was disturbing him has boiled over.

He's not thinking he can't he's not concerned with the consequences of his

act all he wants is out Why didn't he commit suicide?

That's exactly what he's doing You mean that there's no way no way you can talk

him down Well, we might get lucky and hit the right button It's a long

shot but worth a try let's go

This is Mrs. Shem, Steve.

Thank you for coming, Mrs. Shem. We need your help.

Do you remember me, Mrs. Shem? I'm Dr. Fernando.

I was Bill's doctor.

We had a talk one afternoon.

Where is he?

In the bunker on top of that hill.

And we need your help to get him down.

I won't. You'll kill him. I won't. No. We don't want Bill hurt, and he won't be

hurt if he comes down off that hilltop.

Now, please, all we want you to do is talk to him over a loud speaker.

Get him to talk with us. Tell him that nobody's gonna shoot at him if he comes

down.

He don't want to hear anything I say.

He'd get mad or something if he knew I was here.

He would.

Mr. McGarrett might understand better if you tell him what you told me that

afternoon at the hospital. No.

Bill, Mrs. Shem.

How long have you and Bill been married?

Thirteen months, Bill.

Thirteen months.

Where did you meet him, Mrs. Shem? Where did you meet your husband?

I work in a restaurant.

I met him there in Pearl City.

See, he came to the restaurant.

He's... He's a nice man.

Talks soft.

Says thank you.

We went on the plane to Maui for our honeymoon when we

got to the hotel.

Bill went to get some cigarettes and to make a call.

I went to the room.

You'll help us if you could, and maybe you can. Do you remember who it was he

called when he called on Maui? His mother.

Mother live on Maui?

All he said was,

uh... Honey,

you go and... You go to the room and wait for me. I'm gonna call my mama and

get some cigarettes.

That's what he said. Nothing else.

We'll get somebody to take you home, Mrs. Shem.

Oh, no. No, please. Let me stay here. I have to.

It's my husband. I have to stay here.

All right.

Doc, will you take care of her, please?

Contact Mommy, please.

Maui Communications Center, this is 5-0, over.

This is Maui PD, over.

Maui, this is McGarrett. We're trying to locate a Mrs. William T. Shem, S-H-E-M,

believed to live on Maui. We have an emergency situation here. First priority

request.

We read you, 5-0. Stand by. Your request is being handled. Okay, fill them in.

If they find her, I want her on a plane in the air as soon as possible.

You better have Duke unpack the bulletproof gear and the small cans of

tear gas.

Dano, you better line up some volunteers for a rush. I'm gonna hop in the chopper

and see if there isn't a better side to go up than this one.

He's gonna slaughter anybody crossing that open ground.

Hello, helicopter.

No, Colonel.

Maui police found that lady. She said she got a son named William, but he

ain't the same one. And she won't come. No way.

Call the attorney general, have her subpoenaed, get verbal permission to

move. No time for paperwork. Tell him I'll accept full responsibility.

Right, boss.

And tell Maui I want that woman on the plane now.

Will do. Anything else?

Yeah, find out how Tommy Everett and Paul are.

I already did, boss.

Tommy's okay.

Big Paul died on the way to the hospital.

Mr. McGarrett, you had no business bringing me here.

Now, this maniac could not possibly be my son. You have a son named William

Thomas Shem.

Yes, but he is not this idiot. He was hospitalized here on Oahu about a year

ago after a sniping incident.

He lives on Oahu, but he's never been in the hospital.

Oh, not since he was seven years old. Mrs. Shem, that sniper on top of the

hill was hospitalized here sometime between February and May. Did you see

your son during that time?

He seldom comes to Maui, and I never come to this pest hole. Did you speak to

him or get any mail from him during that time?

Oh, my son writes me twice a week.

Every week.

Were any of the letters from the state hospital? He's not a lunatic.

My son would never do anything like this.

This is your picture, Mr. Schindler.

You know it is. Where did you get it?

In that sniper's apartment.

Are you Bill's mama?

Who's this tramp?

I'm not a tramp.

This lady is your son's wife.

I was never honest.

I'm a good girl.

Do I have to put up with that also?

Look, whether you like it or not, the man up on top of that hill is your son.

Now, unless you talk to him and get him down, we're gonna have to go up after

him. He's already killed two police officers, and he seriously wounded

another. Now, if he doesn't give himself up, it's gonna be more bloodshed.

And when it's all over, the probability is that he'll be dead.

Is that what you want?

Oh, that's not my son up there.

That is your son.

And what I want you to do is to try to make some contact with him and get him

to come down before he turns that hill into a slaughterhouse.

That is not my son.

He's not a maniac who goes around shooting at people for no reason.

He's sick and he's dangerous, Mrs. Shem.

Now, are you going to help him?

I repeat, that maniac is not my son.

I'm about 200 yards west of the bunker.

There's a rise.

You can get a good shot from there if we can draw Shem to the front of the

bunker.

Now, when I give the signal, the pilot will start dropping tear gas and smoke.

We'll open up from this side of the slope to try to draw his attention.

With any luck, you can get to the rise without him seeing you.

Stay undercover.

Use the walkie-talkie to let us know you're in position.

Now, you may only have one shot, so don't miss, Dano.

If you do, he'll have you dead to right. He won't miss.

Yeah, I know.

You walk soft and careful, brother.

HPD, Chopper 1, this is McGarrett.

Go!

Okay, Steve.

I made it into position.

Good,

Dano.

I'll try to pull him to the front.

Be careful.

Give me a bullhorn.

I missed her.

Hold on, Denno. Hold on. We're coming after you.

You're choppy at pieces.

Let's go.

Well done, Dano.

Duke?

Duke?

Get a doctor up here for Dano right away.