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That's Benny Jalore. He's dead.

I wish I could say I'm sorry.

What time have you got?

3.01.

That's Steve McGarrett.

In a car with Benny Jalore?

He's still alive.

Hey, here's Danny. Where is he? Pasture's aside. He's pinned down.

Steve.

Steve!

It's Danny.

Just don't try to move.

Hang on.

Get on that door.

Danny, we've been through all this.

They're all jammed.

All right, it looks like we're gonna have to cut them out. Okay, I'll get

ready to flop it over.

Bring out the carburendum saw.

You get that signal turned out, will you? Yes, sir.

Get away from there. Hey, it's news, Danny. What?

McGarrett in a car at 3 a.m. with Benny Geelong. A car full of money and small

bills. We're only doing our job. Do it over there. Do it, shoot.

Don't know.

Don't know. Is that you?

Take it easy, Steve.

What the hell happened?

We'll have you out as soon as we can.

I... I can't feel anything. I...

I'll have him give you a shot.

I have no pain. I... I can't feel anything.

Steve.

We have to roll the car over.

It's the only way.

We have to cut you out.

What... What time is it?

3.20.

I... I was... I was in the office at midnight.

We're ready, Danny.

It won't be long now, Steve.

I was in the office at midnight.

I know I was in the office at midnight.

You get in touch with Doc?

He's on the way to Lehigh Hospital.

Have one of the boys contact him.

Colonel Steve says he's got no feelings. He can't move. I haven't got any kind of

specials he needs to stand by.

We'll have you on in a couple of minutes, Steve.

Thank you.

Better get to the border.

Let's go.

How is he? He's

alive. Take care of this.

Close up the whole area. The lad's here. Che's on his way.

Danny, just stay where you are.

If you'll let us finish the examination, maybe we'll find out.

Steve, try and close your fists.

Your fists, Steve. Try and close them.

Diagnosis, Doc.

Diagnosis, Doc.

Nothing certain at the moment, Mr. McGarrett.

Best guess.

You might as well level with him, George.

He'll hound you till you tell him.

All right.

What it looks like. Now, note, Mr. McGarrett, I said it looks like you may

have an injury to your spinal cord.

What's next?

X-rays, spinal tap, dye injection, myelogram.

Then we'll see.

How long will that take?

About two hours.

What happened, Don?

Steve, is there anything you can tell me?

It was midnight. I was in the office. I started to go home, and I go blank after

that.

What do you think, Don?

Keep the faith, Dan.

4A4, call 6P.

11A, standby.

12A4, clear.

Thank you.

It's the real goods, not counterfeit.

X-ray results, Doc.

Negative. No damage that we can see.

What caused the paralysis, then?

Don't know yet.

Know what?

Spinal tap.

Oh, Steve, Danny.

I don't know.

We're going to give him a spinal tap and x-rays when I left. It'll be a couple of

hours.

What's new here?

I haven't counted all the money yet, but it's well up in the thousands.

You had a chance to see whether the car was wired or chambered with it anyway?

Well, Chick Konioshi gave it the once-over. Couldn't find anything.

What about the briefcase?

Got it in my car. I'll get it.

You measure for skid marks?

There weren't any to measure. It came from over there at a very high rate of

speed, flipped over, took out a signal, landed right here.

No skid marks at all?

None.

If anybody but Benny Chilor had been driving, you'd have to think he did it

on purpose.

Check it for prints. Only on the outside.

Let's bust it open.

Looks like some kind of a code.

Handwriting looks like Steve's.

There's a lot of difference between looking like Steve's and actually being

his. Wait a minute, Danny.

I'm not the enemy. It looks like... This one.

Please. How much? Nine CCs.

I'm going to the office, Jay.

Okay. Meanwhile, I'll see that this whole thing gets to the police garage.

Every nut, every bolt, every chart of glass.

All of it.

Die is moving well toward the feet.

Die is moving well toward the neck.

Myogram appears normal.

We'll take a picture right there.

That's it, Dana?

That's everything you've got so far?

Everything we know, you know.

Unless there's something, something that you can remember you haven't told me.

It's fuzzy.

All I'm sure of is that...

I was bone weary. I had a cup of coffee.

I left the office about 12.

Steve, let's take it step by step.

Can you remember going down the front stairs to the driveway?

No.

Yeah, I dropped my keys.

Or was that yesterday morning?

Was that this morning or yesterday morning?

I don't know, Dano. I... I remember going out

the front door. I went down the steps.

I crossed to the car. I remember unlocking the door.

I got in.

I put the key in the ignition.

It was a sound, a hiss.

I turned the key over.

Nothing happened. The motor didn't turn over.

But there was a hissing sound.

No smell, just a hissing sound.

Dano, level with me.

Am I all right?

We don't know yet, Steve.

Give me the Honolulu Police Department central dispatch, please.

This is Williams.

I want to put out an all-points bulletin on Steve McGarrett's car.

Black four-door sedan.

You know the license number.

I want it found, but not touched.

I'm in room 115C, Leahi Hospital.

Reach me here when you find it.

Thank you.

My car, Dano. How did I get from my car to Benny Gillard's? I was out. I don't

remember.

We'll find out.

You say I had...

They found 20 grand on me?

What else? Somebody set me up.

There's no break in the spinal cord, Mr. McGarrett.

Thank God.

Thank God.

Then why am I paralyzed, Doc?

Look at my hands.

Hey.

I can... I can move them.

I can move them,

Dono.

I can move them.

You're right, Shea.

It's one of our old codes.

Hasn't been used for 10 or 12 years.

Was used for top security details.

We'll need it decoded.

I need a clearance in the code book.

How long will it take?

I'll get clearance on the phone.

I'll have the code book here in 10 minutes.

I'm curious about what it actually says myself.

See, he found your car parked and locked in Benny Gillard's driveway.

Oh,

this is too well planned a frame for the car keys to be any place but

in my own coat.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm going to take a look, Doc.

Well, there they are, my car keys.

And my car is parked in Benny Gillard's driveway.

Beautiful.

Steve, I didn't expect you up so soon.

It looked worse than it was, Jay.

What have you got?

Too much.

Maybe you better sit down.

Not bad, huh?

Worse.

You know Lieutenant Commander Smollett?

For just about 15 years. How are you, George?

Hip deep in an old code.

326J. J-Bird?

That code was retired just before Pan Mungil.

Somebody's been using it. Who?

You, Steve.

You better give it to me in steps.

You were found with a briefcase in your hand. Your prints on it, along with

Benny Gelore's.

Briefcase is common. No way to trace it.

About five years old.

Still about $20,000 in the briefcase.

And a notebook, the one George is decoding.

The entries were all in your handwriting, made with your desk pen,

the one the governor gave you when you took over 5-0.

Let me see that.

My prints were all over it, huh?

Right.

Looks just like my handwriting.

Only it isn't.

I'd like to show you something, Steve.

Chin, would you pull the screen down, please?

The first one is a page from the notebook.

The second one is a note you gave me on the Simpson case.

The one on the left is from the notebook.

The one on the right, the Simpson case.

They're identical.

I never saw the one on the left before.

I don't doubt you.

I know you're an expert. What would you say about the matchup?

In court, I'd have to say the entries were made by you.

Beautiful.

Che, what happened when you checked out my car?

Nothing.

You mean it turned right over? There was no evidence of gas?

No, uh, sign of it having been tampered with?

No sign of anything wrong.

George, what are you getting from the code in this book?

It's a record of deposits in a Swiss bank account.

Number 55OZ695.

The deposits go back three years. Very methodical. Date and amounts of deposits

to the penny.

I did a quick tally of the amounts.

Big numbers.

How much?

$2,200,000.

Chin.

Start a call through to Interpol Basel. Inspector Carl, uh... What's his name,

Donald? Albrecht.

We'll be back in the office by the time they get it through.

Che, is there any way of checking out the entries in this notebook, test the

ink, see if they match up with the dates?

I can't, but Professor Parks at the university has a new technique and the

equipment. Okay, Donald, get it over to him.

Che, I want all the reports and a complete copy of the decoded messages in

that notebook.

As soon as you can manage it.

Now, correction.

Send them to Dano. You don't send copies of the evidence to the suspect.

Che, make it fast, will you?

They've got the feathers ready and the tar is about to come to a boil.

Professor Parks is still working on the last four pages of the notebook, but I

figured you'd want to see these dates in now.

Every entry dates to the time it's supposed to have been made.

Noose is getting tighter. It's perfect.

Not a flaw in it.

We can forget about any local hoods.

Frame this in geniuses beyond them.

Somebody's been building this for at least three years.

Expert forgers, all that money. Why?

Who?

Yes, Jenny. Put him on.

Inspector Albrecht from Interpol Basel. Get down on Kuno.

Yes, operator. This is Steve McGarrett.

And not only is the signature on the bank identification card yours, but they

also have a small photograph of you taken at the time.

Carl, how good is the likeness?

Perfect. It's you, Steve.

And why shouldn't it be?

You were here the day it was taken.

What was the date?

18 August, 1968.

I looked at my records.

We had dinner together that night.

He's right. I was there on that date at the International Drug Control

Conference. And we did have dinner.

Perfect, down to the last detail.

Somebody spent an awful lot of time on this.

And money.

Two million ain't a little bit. How many people can you think of with that much

money, that much time?

First-rate counterfeiter, patience, access to the nerve gas they used on me,

and the technical skill to rig and handle it.

I can only think of one man.

Is it done?

Yes, sir.

Did Garrett survive the accident?

Yes, sir.

It went well?

It's got to be Wofat.

He's the only man with the cunning, the resources, and the finances to build a

frame like this.

But why, Steve?

I don't know, sir, but we have to find out. He's gone to too much effort.

And we can't forget that Wofat picked the time of this accident.

He could have done it a year ago, three months ago, but he didn't.

He picked this time.

Now, I'd say something's about to happen.

But what, Steve?

Could you check with Washington and see if they're aware of anything?

It's 2 in the morning in Washington.

We're gonna wake somebody up.

Get me Jonathan Kaye in Washington, please.

Yeah, I know. Call his office at the Pentagon. They'll track him down.

And I want the call on the scrambler, please.

We may have an angle, if we can be sure I was supposed to survive this accident.

The doctors tell me I was subjected to only a minimal dosage of the nerve gas.

They strapped me in, but there was no seatbelt on Benny.

So we're guessing I was supposed to survive.

I follow you, but I'm not sure where that leaves us.

Donner, go ahead, will you?

We know Wolfatt.

His patterns, his attitudes.

If we assume Steve was supposed to live through the accident, then we can make a

pretty good guess at what Wolfatt expects to happen.

He's got to think that we'll drop everything else and work on clearing

Steve, which means a distraction.

Why? He built this frame up. He didn't miss a detail. He's sure that I could

dig forever and never find a flaw in it. And he's right.

So what do we do?

What he doesn't expect.

Have you distributed the governor's statement?

Yeah. Is it working?

Like hungry dogs after red meat.

I had my statement. I suspended Steve McGarrett and relieved him of all duties

with 5-0, pending a complete investigation.

You have my release, and that's the full statement. Yeah, but how did McGarrett

explain that lack in the notebook?

He said it was taken to the police lab immediately after the accident, as far

as I know, it's still there. Yeah, but what about him being in the car with

Benny Gillard?

Yeah, what about that? Mr. McGarrett's statement was that a device was attached

to his car ignition, and when it was turned on, it emitted a nerve.

And that's all there is to it. Mr.

Governor, I have a source that tells me that the HPD couldn't find a nerve gas

device on McGarrett's car, nor could they find any evidence of one ever being

there. That's correct.

Is McGarrett really going to Switzerland and let this stand and go pick up the

money? My information is that he has a one-way ticket on Flight 6 to Los

Angeles and from then over the pole to Europe.

I wish it was so.

Any further comment, McGarrett?

Yeah, aloha. Hey, go ahead and get it all at once.

There's a special service for cops. I'll come there and let you take off.

Well, I'll tell you why, because I know how it works. Before they can touch me,

they've got to take their evidence before the grand jury.

By that time, I'll be in Switzerland.

I've already contacted the Swiss bank. The money's waiting.

Does that mean the Hawaii will have to exercise you to get you to come back?

Well, let me put it this way, gentlemen.

Millionaires have a way of avoiding such discomforts.

Dano.

Follow him to Los Angeles, then phone me.

He's crossing to the International Departure Building.

He'll board the Polar flight to London.

Come back to Honolulu on the next flight.

Uh, Charlie, after you see McGarrett's plane take off...

You have been in?

Mr. McGarrett.

Welcome. Be seated.

I'll get the money.

The scalp, bitte.

Danke.

We have complied with your wishes.

Everything is prepared as you asked.

Now, this is not, of course, the most unusual request we've ever had.

But, sir, permit me to caution you that the sum of money you will have is no

longer under the bank's protection once you have taken possession of it.

You do understand, sir?

All is in order, sir.

I suggest you count it.

Well, I'll be damned.

Mr. McGarrett?

Don't shoot!

It was agreed that your men would not shoot no matter what happened. It wasn't

any of our people, Steve. It was one of the bank guards.

Carl.

How long can we keep these witnesses incommunicado?

Not long.

I know we must preserve secrecy, but legally the most we can hold them is a

few hours.

Well, then we've got to figure a store.

If there were a medical reason for quarantine, we could hold them here for

48 hours. All right, then.

Find a medical reason. We need time.

Hand me that bag, please.

Wulfat. Hold it.

Was Wulfat the man?

Wulfat bought my soul.

20 seconds.

Please tell Claudine.

Two.

Seven. Seven. Please tell Claudine.

All right, we can take him.

Will you cough?

Yes, I'll find her. I'm going to ride in the ambulance in case he regains

consciousness.

You're not Luther.

You're my guard.

He's been shot. His condition is critical. Please come in.

It's the end of the world, isn't it?

Doctors are doing all that could be done for him.

Did he ever mention a man by the name of Wofat to you?

Wofat gave him to me.

He didn't intend to, but he did.

How?

He was a spy for his own country and for the Chinese.

His country?

He's English.

He was a double agent. He was working for both sides. You're sure of that?

Yes. They both suspected it, but neither could prove it.

Besides, his information was very valuable to both sides.

What was his association with Wolfat?

Wolfat sent for him, and when he came to Peking, they entered some arrangement.

I don't know what it was. It must have been enormous.

It meant going into surgery.

Not once, but many times.

Bones altered, cartilage removed, replaced.

Bandages. He hated the bandages.

And for more than one year, he practiced your handwriting.

Until finally, finally, Wofat was satisfied that Luther was you.

Then... Then it became time for him to come to Switzerland, have his picture

taken and deposit the money.

But by then, he knew that when that was done, he was done.

There was a man, an assassin, with him all the time to kill him.

When the time came, Luther killed him and escaped to me.

The war fat had his agents crisscrossing the place where we were hiding in the

south of France, but Luther never went out.

He talked to me.

I was his.

I waited for him to truly be mine.

But Luther... Luther was waiting for Woffat to spring his trap on you.

And then before you could move, he would get the money.

Then Luther knew about the plan.

Did he ever tell you what it was?

No.

He knew that Woffat needed 90 seconds of time. And to get them, he had to remove

one barricade.

McCarrot. I suppose Luther planned to have his face changed again and

disappear once he had the money.

Yes. And then I would have been no use to him anymore.

I would have been alone again.

That was his way.

The campaign is still on ice, Luther.

Could you... Could you tell us apart?

Even at the last he lied.

He never really loved me.

Never him.

Finished?

Just beginning.