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Steve!

Steve!

It's Danny.

What the hell happened?

Just don't try to move.

Hang on.

Steve, we have to roll the car over.

It's the only way.

We're ready, Danny.

It won't be long now, Steve.

diagnosis doc you may have an injury to your spinal cord

find out what happened 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 they found 20 grand on me what else nobody's setting

up

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

Thank God.

Thank God.

It looks like some kind of a code.

The handwriting looks like Steve's.

Looks just like my handwriting.

Only it isn't.

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.

I did a quick tally of the amounts.

Big numbers.

How much?

$2,200,000.

Somebody spent an awful lot of time on this.

And money.

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.

How?

Is it done?

Yes, sir.

You got it to survive the accident?

Yes, sir.

It went well.

I've all read my statement. I've suspended Steve McGarrett and relieved

him of all duties with 5-0 pending a complete investigation.

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.

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.

How old is he now, this fellow?

Well, I'll be damned.

Don't shoot!

Who are you?

Rip Van Winkle.

Hold it.

Was Wulfat the man?

Wulfat bought my soul.

For 90 seconds.

Governor, this is Jonathan Kaye, Pentagon Chief of Special Operations.

Sir, as per your instructions, Diamond Head Crater is now sealed.

Thank you.

On the left is a photograph of the real Steve McGarrett.

On the right is a photograph of the man who served as his double.

Match them up, Commander.

There's not a micromillimeter of difference between them.

Thank you.

Bones were altered.

Cartilage. The work of a remarkable plastic surgeon.

A great deal of effort.

A great deal of money.

The facilities and the wealth required to set all this in motion, rule out any

private or individual financing.

Only a government could manage an enterprise of this scope and keep a cash

transaction of that size secret.

This left us with the question, which government?

and the answers supplied by the bogus McGarrett, Wofat.

To this moment in time, gentlemen, all we have is the deathbed statement of the

bogus McGarrett that what Wofat was buying with his entire effort was 90

seconds.

We don't know which 90 seconds or why those 90 seconds matter.

We do know that they're worth approximately $4 million to Wofat.

Do any of you happen to believe that you know the whereabouts of Wofat at the

present moment?

CIA broke through a diversionary operation that put Wofat in Manila.

We know he left Manila by submarine on or about last Thursday.

Destination not determined.

And they're still doing their best to keep us thinking Wofat is there.

We had four reports of submarine presence.

Naval intelligence couldn't confirm them.

The Times and approximate course would be right to match up with his leaving

Manila last Thursday.

Radio sweep by the local FBI picked up the last two seconds of a high-speed

radio transmission yesterday.

It was a Chinese code.

Army intelligence can confirm that. We picked up the whole message. It decoded

to read, stand by, repeat, stand by Rip Van Winkle.

That matches up with Holbrook's deathbed comments.

What he was doing was trying to give me Wolfrat's codename in this operation.

Gentlemen, what's happened in the past 48 hours?

Rumors of narcotic shipment through Hong Kong from China.

The ship was to dock yesterday.

It altered course and is headed for Australia.

That's all we had.

Only that submarine?

Nothing. The closest we came to an incident was a short blackout of our

missile tracking center.

How short?

Three and a half seconds to the end of the emergency, five seconds to complete

recovery. We checked it. It was a generator malfunction.

But any missile fired during those three and a half seconds of blackout would

have gone undetected. As I said, we checked it. It was a minor mechanical

malfunction. Just suppose it was 90 seconds, General.

That could have been the end of the world, and we wouldn't know till it hit.

but it wasn't 90 seconds, Steve.

Who can give us the most information about this missile tracking operation,

General? The new chief of operation,

Hans Vogler. He was sent out five weeks ago from the master control range at

White Sands.

I want to see his dossier.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

Then we're all agreed it's safe to assume Wofat has not as yet purchased

his 90 seconds.

Then, Governor, if I have your permission, I'd like to place the

investigative face of this operation in Mr. McGarrett's hands.

Of course.

It's your meeting.

Carl, how long can Interpol keep the shooting of my double under wraps?

48 hours at the very most.

Can you arrange for me to stay here at Diamond Head?

You can take care of that, General.

Certainly, sir.

I think we can best solve this if Wofat is made to believe his plans are going

according to schedule.

Now, we have only one tangible possibility that... blackout of our

tracking system.

If that is tied in with Wofat's scheme, we ought to be able to verify it.

Gentlemen, check your agents and sources in the Pacific area. No detail can be

overlooked. We don't know what we're looking for yet, but I'd say the primary

interest is mainland China.

Secondary, the rest of the world. Thank you.

Preliminary reports in two hours, detailed reports in six.

Commander Smarter will contact each of you as to the methods of communication

as soon as he's set them up.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I still say you're wasting your time on Vogler.

Maybe.

The man is red, white, and blue, clear down to his shorts.

Something bugging me about this folder.

I don't know what it is.

Let me write it down for you.

Hans Vogler, German-born, naturalized U.S. citizen, one of the first German

scientists to be cleared for secret work after World War II.

Married an American schoolteacher from Florida, died in childbirth.

Child survived, a girl named Lisa.

There's no opposition for you people when he was made top man at White Sands

and transferred here.

I don't see any follow-up, but, uh...

Tripler Army Hospital.

So? Well, it says here that he was transferred here because of his

daughter's acute asthmatic condition.

Yeah, that's what's been gnawing at me.

That child almost died.

Yeah, but dependents of the staff at the tracking system are treated at Tripler

Army Hospital.

There's nothing here about you people following it up for verification.

You're pumping at a dry well.

The only lead we've got is that our missile tracking system went out for

five seconds. Now, Vogler runs that system, and there's a blank in his file.

Steve, the guy... Walter, look.

Nobody's knocking your department, but if an oversight was made, we've got to

know about it.

No contest.

I'll check Tripler now.

And get the official records of the child's condition and treatment at White

Sands. Have them send it coded right away.

Use Seattle Princess Mary as the code key.

Washington's checked him through?

Fine.

Soviet agent, Colonel Mikhail Ivanovich Toptigin.

He's here?

You know him?

Oh, I know him well.

They have him in the holding room.

Come on, something about Rip Van Winkle.

That's Mr. Kay and Mr.

McGarrett. Commander Smollett, is it not?

And Mr. Carter.

You're very well briefed, Colonel.

Always.

Do you suppose I might have some tea?

Smollett, get the gentleman a cup of tea, please.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Commander.

Uh, if you would, a glass of tea.

It always tastes so much better in a glass.

Colonel, you had something to tell us about Rip Van Winkle.

Ah. And I did so look forward to answering, he slept for 20 years when

you asked me that.

Misha, you're dancing. We don't have time for it.

Hmm.

Quite right.

The Soviet Union has a missile tracking network which approximately is the

equivalent of your own.

Though it is more efficient in some respects, as Mr. Carter knows.

Two weeks ago... Ah.

Thank you.

Two weeks ago, on the 11th at 6.34 p.m., our missile tracking network

picked up what appeared to be...

39 missile launchings in the approximate vicinity of the Manchurian base of the

Chinese People's Republic.

Our computers recorded missile firings in every conceivable direction

simultaneously. In point of fact, none was fired.

Tea bags.

In any case...

All our tracking stations along the Chinese border recorded identical data,

all of it false.

Two weeks ago, you said?

Any similar incidents since then? None.

I take it you discovered how they managed it, then?

If we had, Mr. K, I should not be here.

Our people suspect some sort of electronic projection, as it were, a

television... a picture imposed upon our scanning devices.

So to speak, a photograph of a missile launching when, in fact, no missiles had

been launched.

Bichat.

You always want something. What is it? Now is as good a time as any to tell us.

My government is prepared to make the first move as an act of faith. We have

just done so.

I believe, gentlemen...

A full and frank exchange of information on this subject would benefit both our

nations.

Unofficially?

But at least for the present.

Agree.

Good.

The code name for this operation against our tracking system is Rip Van Winkle.

High-speed transmissions from Hawaii...

Accidentally intercepted, of course. We're signed, Rip Van Winkle.

The code form is unquestionably Chinese, but we have as yet not been able to

locate the name of the agent responsible.

Well,

we don't have any tangible proof, but we believe it's Wofat.

Wofat is in Manila.

Was in Manila.

All that's there now is a smoke screen.

No. My information could not be in error.

Wofat is in Manila.

You've had 48 hours to prepare.

There can be no more delays.

I must know when and now, precisely when.

No, absolutely no. It must be 90 seconds, not one second less.

Now, when?

Must be sooner.

Good.

Tomorrow at noon.

How are you at lip reading?

Untalented, unfortunately.

Colonel, we've arranged for you to have some supper.

Carter here will join you. I'm sure you'll find things to talk about.

Mr. K, I assumed that I would participate fully in this operation.

And that whispering was not about my supper.

Misha, if we were in Moscow and the situation was reversed, what would you

do with me while we were investigating and verifying?

McGarrett!

You make your point.

Come along.

Something tasty, I trust. Anything but Siberian lamb. That's nothing but old

mutton, you know.

Our specialist is waiting for us in the conference room. Let's go.

Gentlemen, this is Dr. Kingby, allergist.

Steve McGarrett. Doctor.

Mr. McGarrett. Jonathan Kaye. Mr. Kaye. How do you do? Sit down, please, Doctor.

We're interested in your opinion of the Vogler girl's medical report.

Lisa Vogler.

Yes. Well, then age three, developed an acute asthma while living in New Jersey.

Test showed it to be an allergic reaction to a variety of weed pollen.

It was recommended that she be removed to an area where the pollen wasn't

present. Her father secured a transfer to White Sands, and the condition

disappeared.

13 weeks ago, the child, now 10 years of age, was admitted to the hospital

facility at White Sands, suffering an acute asthmatic attack.

She was treated and released.

Five days later, she suffered another attack.

Same procedure.

A week later...

She had to be hospitalized again.

This time the attack was so violent that she almost died.

Her father secured transfer to Hawaii.

No more reoccurrences.

End of history.

Then what's bothering you, Doctor?

Gentlemen, I've checked.

There isn't any of that pollen within 500 miles of White Sands.

What about wind drift?

Well, that was the assumption at White Sands, but it couldn't be the case.

Why not?

It was the wrong time of year.

There wasn't any of that pollen in the air to drift.

It was too soon.

Six weeks too soon.

What is the meaning of this?

To be brought from my home with no explanation.

It's a security matter, Dr. Vogler.

I'm sure you'll understand.

Won't you sit down?

What can you tell us about the five-second blackout of our missile

tracking system, Doctor?

Everything there is to tell.

I'm responsible for the system. I designed it.

There was a power overload due to a malfunction.

It has been repaired.

Is it possible that the malfunction was the result of sabotage, doctor?

Machines can be tampered with, but these were not.

It was a simple security problem.

Prior to your transfer to Hawaii, your daughter suffered a near-fatal asthma

attack, doctor.

You said a... a security problem.

I failed to... Dr. Vogler.

Your daughter's attack at White Sands was induced.

No. On my orders, Doctor, a medical team checked, carefully checked your house at

White Sands.

No. The air conditioning filters were saturated with weed pollen.

It was put there intentionally.

I could never do a thing like that to my own daughter.

I never suggested you did, Doctor.

What kind of monster do you think I am?

How could I do anything like that... to my Lisa?

Only a monster... she can eat. My

little girl, she...

She couldn't... She couldn't breathe.

How could I do that?

Smiles.

For the record, I wish we had the permission in writing.

No time.

His lawyer in New York has his power of attorney. We have his approval.

Verbal will we have it.

We must have the information locked in that skull.

The psychiatrist says if he doesn't ventilate that guilt of his, he'll end

up a basket case.

Your name is Hans Vogler, is that correct?

Yeah.

You were born in Hamburg, Germany.

Yeah.

Did you work in Hamburg?

No, Leipzig.

But you were at Stuttgart, Doctor.

Yeah, I... Then you were captured by the

United States Army.

No. You were captured, Doctor.

Did the British capture you? No.

The Russians.

Tell us about the details of your capture by the Russians.

I was waiting.

I was waiting to be shot.

Then it stopped.

People were screaming and... begging for...

friends.

My friends.

Why weren't you shot, Doctor?

Vogler.

Hans Vogler, come and see.

They called you out?

While we were eating.

He was just shot.

Killed.

McGarrett.

No doubt now that we're into a deep-planted enemy-agent situation.

It's an old technique.

You prove you have control over a man's life by showing him death.

Swift, unexpected, brutal death.

You show that to a man, then you give him back his life.

You do that to a man and you own him.

Oh, it works, it works.

The Russians could use him any time they choose.

What about Wolfatt?

Russians aren't gonna swap deep agent files with the Chinese.

You're gonna have to get that out of him.

Dr. Vogler, did the Russians release you so that you would be recaptured by the

Americans? Yes.

To wait.

How many acts of sabotage have you committed since then?

None.

They never asked.

They didn't need me.

I waited.

No word from them. Then Wofat contacted you.

He made me torture my child.

He made me torture my own child.

How did he force you to comply?

A letter. He showed me a letter. A suicide note in my own handwriting.

Well, not mine, but mine.

Said I had murdered my child and then taken my own life.

He would have killed her.

would have killed my Lisa, my child.

I had to do as he told me.

I had to torture her, watch her

suffer.

She couldn't breathe.

But I had to do as he told me.

Lisa.

Wofat has my daughter.

Wofat has your daughter now, here in Hawaii? Yes. Yes.

I ask you to remember what's at stake here.

Not the life of one little girl, but the lives of 50, 60 million Lisas.

You must find out about that in 90 seconds.

Doctor, tell us about the 90 seconds.

I don't know. I don't know.

Why he wants the 90 seconds?

When? When did he want them?

Today, noon.

Today. Well... What day is it?

Tuesday the 12th. Yeah, today.

You were to black out the Pacific Missile Tracking Center precisely at

noon today?

Yeah.

How?

Generator malfunction.

Why? Why? I don't know. Why? I don't know.

Why? I don't know.

Listen. Listen.

All we really need now is one more fact.

How to find Wofat and nail him.

No. You're not going to touch Wofat.

Get me General Matthews at Cape Kennedy.

Urgent. Call me back the minute you get him and put this line on scramble.

I'm sure you know that the Chinese have detonated a thermonuclear device.

It's got a formidable yield.

What they've been lacking is a delivery system, an ICBM with sufficient size and

range and accuracy to deliver the primary weapon to the target.

Now, our best estimate has been that it would take them about eight to ten years

to come up with one.

But I have a funny feeling that this whole affair means that they have one

for testing right now, which means that we can't touch Wofat.

I want them to okay that test.

so that we can observe it without the Chinese knowing that we're observing it.

Jonathan Kaye.

General, we're going to need a rocket up with an observation satellite in orbit,

positioned over the Manchurian launch site at 12 noon today, Hawaii time.

I didn't ask you about the cost or the manpower. This is urgent, top priority.

It must be done.

How much extra time?

Two hours.

Two o'clock, Hawaii time.

That's it, then. You have a little less than five hours to get a satellite

positioned and reporting.

We're gonna need him on his feet.

And in contact with Wofat.

He's gotta buy us those two hours' delay.

But the question is, can we trust him to do it?

Yeah, he can.

I'm sure of it.

How can you be that sure?

For two reasons.

His daughter's life depends on it.

And he's managed to fool our entire security system for 25 years.

He can steal two hours from Wolfatt.

I'm a man of near infinite patience.

But don't test me.

Or should I lose my temper, both remaining threads of the Vogler tapestry

will cease to exist.

A change of personnel and schedule, it has nothing to do with me.

Are not you the head of operations? I'm not concerned with routine schedule

changes. Meaning what?

The wife of our monitoring engineer was hospitalized last night.

The schedule was adjusted so that he could go to hospital with her.

Nothing can be done until this man returns to his duties.

How could you have been informed of that, Dr. Vogler?

You could not be contacted.

I attempted to do so several times.

And I am most resourceful. I was with him, with the engineer at the hospital,

to see if anything could be resolved and I could be done with you at noon today.

But I couldn't.

Which hospital?

The Leahi Hospital.

And the engineer's name?

Yamato. Yamato. His wife is in the maternity ward.

Maternity ward, please.

Dr. Vogler, you interrupted this project.

There were complications of cesarean section.

Good morning,

nurse. I'm calling to inquire about the condition of my niece, Mrs. Yamoto.

Ah, good, good.

Is her husband still there?

Oh, no, no, no, please, do not disturb him.

Another question.

I understand that Dr. Vogler was with my nephew through the ordeal.

Is he still there?

Dr. Vogler left a half hour ago, sir.

You're welcome.

You look so tired.

If it were within my power, I would insist that we delay even longer.

But, my friend, it must be done today.

Now, let me check that I correctly understand you.

The missile tracking system will go dark at exactly 2 o'clock this afternoon.

Yes.

Danke schön, Herr Professor Doktor.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Good day.

Lisa.

Could I see her for a moment?

You give me the 90 seconds.

I promise within minutes she'll be on her way home to you. Happy, well,

unharmed.

Chow Ling.

Del Peking.

Two o'clock.

I have Cape Kennedy.

The intercom is on automatic unscramble. Go ahead, Kennedy.

We're on the pad and in the fueling cycle, Jonathan.

All right, Harley. Push it.

Come on, Steve. We'll be on tracking seven, third level.

We'll start on my mark.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four.

Nine minutes, ten seconds each time.

Mark.

Commit stop. We have a red range.

Arms safe, switch to safe.

We will recycle T-minus 30 and hold indefinitely.

Jonathan, we have a problem. I want to hold at 30.

What's the problem?

All the communication read out from the satellite.

We may not get a picture. I don't need a picture.

Will you be able to give me their initial thrust, the speed and distance?

I think so. That's all I need. I can compute the rest. Get it off the ground.

Jonathan, we may not be able to get their apogee. Get it up, Harley.

Okay, Jonathan.

30 seconds and counting.

Manchuria firing range is prepared for launch 2 p.m.

Hawaiian time.

We expect full 90-second blackout.

Whose signature?

Hong Su.

General Hong Su.

Oh, Dr. Vogler, now that you're here, would you take over, please?

Who is he? Why is he here? My name is Dan Williams, 5-0. I'm here, doctor, to

offer you any assistance you may need.

I don't need any assistance.

I have my instructions, sir.

Oh, I see. You have to keep an eye on me.

Steve? Dr. Vogler's here. I'll keep this line open.

Don't let Vogler leave the room until I okay it from this end.

What about the satellite, Harley? The communication system functioning?

We can't tell until we get a confirmed orbit.

Well, I want to know as soon as you do.

Will do.

What happens if we have a communications failure?

Then your man stops Vogler from shutting down the tracking station.

We simply must know what the Chinese are doing.

Manchuria Station reports 30 minutes to launch.

Vogler will do it.

He must do it.

Dr. Vogler, we have to wait here until we get the go-ahead. But the routine, I

should be in the control room. We have to wait here.

I must be ready.

Steve, Dr. Vogler would like to go to the control room just to be ready.

Not yet.

I think it's advisable.

What are you trying to tell me, that he's getting jumpy?

That's right.

Hold on.

A little problem.

Vogler's getting jumpy.

Carly, how soon will we know if we have communications?

As soon as the data is relayed and confirmed from Jodrell Bank. In about 12

minutes. All right.

You know what to do.

All right, Dano. You can take him to the control center.

Now, listen to me carefully.

Unless you get a go-ahead from this room at 159.30, Vogler is not to go near

those computers. You understand?

Got it.

Just so there's no mistake, Dano, we must keep track of the Chinese missile.

Preferably from our own satellite or from here if the satellite is not

functioning.

Now, I repeat, unless you get a go-ahead, you ought to stop Vogler from

blacking us out.

Now, that's any way you have to, Dano. You understand?

I read you.

I'll open a line to you as soon as we get there.

Time? Seventeen minutes till two, sir.

Steve, we're here.

These are the tools of modern-day sabotage.

This card programs the computers to overload the input circuits.

They shot the circuit breakers shut down the equipment the computer reports the

overloading and corrects it 40 seconds gone Then the computer begins the

restart cycle 30 more seconds the system checks circuitry and reactivates itself

10 more seconds Then the scanning devices are given orders to begin a

sweep 10 more seconds 90 seconds altogether But the program card remains

in the machine this second card without the shoes Clears the program to overload

Then the machine destroys both cards, which go automatically to the shredder

for classified material.

Simple and ingenious.

How much time do you need for preparation, Doctor?

Well, Fat has it well-timed. I need half a minute.

So, if I'm to black out the tracking system at 2 o'clock, I have to insert

and start at 1.59.30.

So? Not yet, Doctor. We have to wait until we get the go-ahead. But to be

ready! There will be plenty of time.

from the heat sensors or the photographic transmitter, Dan.

Harley, just tell me if we're getting enough information.

Will we know the Chinese thrust, speed, and distance?

Will we know that much?

Stand by.

Then move it, Harley. We're running out of time. One minute till launch.

Pull it! Pull it!

It's time.

Steve. I know the time. Not yet.

Doctor, don't force me.

But Wolfat has my child.

He will kill her.

I know that, Doctor. But don't move.

Jodrell Bank confirms partial readout. About two-thirds of what we should have.

That's it.

Go.

Blackout. Go.

Three, two, one, now.

You've got it worse.

It must work seven seconds to launch

88, 89, 90.

90 and tracking again.

We've succeeded.

You know something? We knew they had the bomb.

But you realize that we have discovered that they have successfully test-fired a

long-range missile capable of delivering it five years sooner than we expected.

Thank God we know it. Amen.

A figure of speech.

What now?

Now we see how flexible our government can be. How many different ways we can

find to open conversations.

We know we can all kill each other. What about Wolfatt? I suppose we have to let

him go.

I'm afraid so.

He's going to have to report that it succeeded.

A hero's welcome awaits you.

Yeah?

Yep.

What about Dr. Vogler?

Well, he got his daughter back, and he'll be transferred in a couple of

months to an unclassified assignment.

And he'll probably get a medal.

What about clearing use, do you?

Tomorrow, the governor's supposed to have a press conference and give the

details of the frame-up.

Then I'll be back, I guess, as if nothing happened.

That leaves the $64 question.

What happens to the $2 million?

I'm gonna keep it.

Why shouldn't I be the richest cop in the world?

Come on.

Well, Woffat doesn't know it, but his government just made a very, very

generous contribution to the Policeman's Widows and Orphans Fund.

Bye.