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Bye. Bye.

So.

A very thorough report, Stephen.

Let me bring you up to date.

Lin Mai Lu is now en route from Peking to Hong Kong in a Chinese jet, VIP.

There, he'll transfer to a charter.

He'll arrive here tomorrow, 1,500 hours, accompanied by his private secretary.

And who's guarding him en route?

Air Force security.

Both Peking and Washington agreed things should be handled as unostentatiously as

possible. That stresses the fact that his visit is unofficial, that he's here

by invitation of an old wartime friend.

After all, Norton Hummel is a private American citizen.

However, if Mr. Hummel and the Chinese minister want to chit-chat about

possible Chinese-American trade relations, that's just fine.

And if they don't succeed, nobody loses face.

Exactly.

Yes. Now, Ben's cuckoo for you.

Yeah, Ben?

What hospital?

No, I'm on my way. Excuse me, sir.

Thank you, nurse.

Ben.

Get these to the lab. Tell Che I want the full treatment.

Steve.

Drive up a truck.

Name's Ott Bellack.

Looks familiar.

Yeah. I ran him through the brain at HPD. Came up with a conviction for armed

robbery, second offense.

He got three to five.

Parole last April.

Look, I don't know nothing.

He wasn't in the truck when I picked up sand at Munkapool Point.

That's all I can tell you. Yeah. The loader support his story, Steve.

He'll pick up the sand here and move ever along Kalani Anoli Highway.

Do you stop anywhere along the way?

No, sir.

Except for traffic signals when I hit town.

Moco Drive is where you dumped the sand.

And Dano.

Well, it's, uh, four miles from Honon Bay to Kaimuki.

Now, somewhere along this route, Danny had climbed and was thrown into the

truck. Some throw. The sides are nine feet high.

Okay. Thanks.

You mean I can go?

Parole officer.

Associates.

Hangouts. I want the book on him.

Comotio cerebri.

In layman's terms, a brain concussion.

What caused it, Doc? Blow?

Or fall.

Can't say.

Nor can Danny.

Why not?

He can't remember.

His brain's been bruised.

He can't remember, but he will remember eventually, won't he?

This kind of amnesia is common among athletes, Steve, particularly football

players. Sometimes they have flashes of recollection, but sometimes they don't.

I see you.

I wake you?

No, I wasn't asleep. I... I was thinking.

You can't wake up from a strange place and forget where you were or how you got

there.

Sure.

It's kind of a scary feeling, isn't it?

Yeah.

Except in a few seconds you can remember.

It'll all come back, just give it a little time.

What happened?

All we know is that you have a brain concussion.

Nothing serious.

Doctor said you could walk out of here right now, except that he wants to keep

you overnight for observation, just routine.

It is still Thursday. Sure. All right, day off.

Right?

I remember this morning.

I got up. I got out of bed.

It was early.

I got dressed.

I got dressed to go out.

What? What, Denim?

And then I don't know.

I don't know. Next thing I know, I'm here. And everything in between now and

then is blank.

But you did say you got dressed for what? Do you remember?

You wore sneakers.

Does that suggest anything?

Sailing, maybe?

Handball?

No.

It's no use.

Dano, try. Try. Dredge it up. Steve, I am trying. I'm trying. I'm blank. I

can't think. My whole mind. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. I don't

know.

Mr. Hummel called, asked if you wanted him to be at the security meeting.

Said I was sure you would.

You said it right, Ben.

What do you got, Che? The start.

Horse dander.

Horse what?

Minute particles from the hair and skin of a horse.

Found them on Danny's jeans.

In other words, he was riding a horse.

Not a horse. A roan.

How many teeth did it have?

You give him time, he'll give you that too.

If you were thrown, could explain his head injury.

Yeah. Check the writing academies, Ben.

Steve, parole officer says Ballard kept his nose clean since he was sprung.

Yeah, that figures.

If he'd have zapped Dono, I don't think he would have dumped him in front of a

dozen witnesses.

Do we scratch him then?

Yeah, but no.

What else, Jay?

He was moving through high brush.

Found burrs on his sneakers.

Why high brush?

Burrs on his shirt, too.

Well, he might have fallen.

No.

Shirt was ripped in three places. Like he was running through the stuff.

What about this blood on his jeans?

Not his.

I hope it's not a common type.

Very uncommon.

A horse's blood.

My understanding that Lin Mai Liu is coming here directly from the airport.

That's the plan. He is to be my house guest during his stay.

All right.

There's a possible sniper cover down there, Duke.

We'll patrol it.

I've decided on a route for the motorcade from the airport.

Namely?

I'll tell you tomorrow when he gets in the car.

You figure he's that hot?

Red Chinese politico?

Mr. Hummel, I think it would be wise if all your meetings with Mr. Lin were held

here at your home so that we could...

Protect him properly.

And please, discourage him from playing tourist while he's here.

Well, now, several things have been planned. There's the boat ride and the

trip to the... All right, let's just hold it down to the boat ride.

That agree?

Twenty years ago, we and the communist Chinese were fighting each other in

Korea.

Now here I am, assigned to guard one of the ministers.

The world turns, Duke.

It sure does, brother.

All right, we'll go over the whole operation again from A to Z.

Duke? I beg your pardon?

Yes? What's for you?

McGarrett.

All right, patch him through.

Thank you.

Mr. Hummel, boy, you're a Marine.

I thought you were Army all the way. I was. That's my son.

Yeah, Ben?

Steve, I hit a little pay dirt.

I'm at a writing stable near Coco Head. Danny's car's here, but that's all I

have for now.

The owner's gone for the day, and nobody else knows anything.

Good, Ben.

Good. You, uh, pick up Danno in the morning when he's discharged and bring

him out there. Maybe seeing the place again will help remember.

Right.

Danny, this is Cal Chambers, owner of the stable.

I understand you were hurt.

Yeah. Sorry, Mr. Williams.

Don't you remember me?

Just yesterday, I saddled you one of my mirrors.

You sure it was me?

Maybe I got thrown, Ben.

Maybe that's the answer.

That mirror to throw on you, she'd have come home.

And she didn't?

No. I've been too busy to look for her, even finding where to look, which I

don't.

Excuse me.

Hi. Hi.

Can't even track her.

Look at this. Hundreds of tracks leading away from this ranch.

Look, if you had written...

West down this valley would have intersected 72 somewhere in here.

We came out that way. I didn't see anything familiar It's got to be a clue

in here somewhere though Keep it hang it up in your living room wall. Maybe

something will come back.

I mean my office wall. Don't you?

Quit it you want sick leave who says something Steve says I guess that makes

the official

You okay, Danny?

I wish I knew.

14 may now claim their luggage in the baggage claim area.

Governor?

Oh, hello, Steve.

Straight over, sir. Thanks. Just in time.

Let's go, Steve.

Okay.

Will you confer with representatives of the State Department during your visit,

Mr. Lin?

I'm Minister of Commerce, not of Foreign Affairs.

I'm only here to visit an old friend of mine.

Mr. Hummel, where did you and Mr. Lin first meet? Well, we met in China. I was

the captain on General Stilwell's staff, and Lin was with Mao.

What did Mr. Lin say?

Well, we were discussing a young lady that we both knew a good many years ago,

and we just feel it's a little too personal to translate.

Thank you, gentlemen.

This is Brett Bronson returning you to our newsroom in our studios in downtown

Honolulu.

Alec, you better get the gate on the Mackay side.

Joe, you get the wall over on the Malka side. Steve. Yeah. A message from Danny.

He remembers something.

Good. What?

A compass rose.

officer.

And they fired at you? Yes.

Describe it, huh?

I can't, Steve. It's still all too hazy.

Well, then, what did you see in the bunker?

I think I saw a boat.

A boat in the bunker?

Yeah.

Well,

this place looks like nobody's been here for a long time.

I saw a boat.

What kind of boat?

I don't know. I told you, it's all still hazy.

And a jeep chased you?

Yeah.

Okay, there's nothing here, but I didn't dream it.

Which way, then?

Which way what? Which way did they chase you?

Believe it happened?

Well, you said it happened. I believe you.

Well,

there's your horse and Jeep.

Apart from my shirt.

Steve!

Bloodstains.

Yeah. Could be the mayor's.

Maybe you rode her up here to avoid the chief.

He sure was hit. Looks like four or five times.

She took you a long way before she gave out, brother.

Steve?

So they were still on your track.

Yeah, and still shooting.

Give me a hand there.

There's no place to go except back, brother.

They had you in a bag.

So how did you get out?

I jumped.

But that's Mount Greve down there.

There was a truck, Chin. A truck passing by.

Yeah.

Maybe that's how you banged your head.

Yeah.

So at least we know what happened.

Yeah, we know what happened, but tell me who and why.

The slugs were fired from two different pistols, both 38s, and something else.

The place was clean.

Found this in the crack of the floor.

Lifted a latent.

C&C's had it for two hours.

Maybe they made it by now.

If you get a positive, put out an APB fast.

Follow through, dude. Will do.

with three nouns, now we need some adjectives.

What about the boat?

Was it big, small, medium?

Steve, it was just a glimpse. I have no real impression of its size.

A canoe?

No. Outrigger?

Bigger. Was there much space between the walls of the bunker, for instance, and

the boat?

Two or three feet. The boat seemed to fill the whole bunker.

Well, that gives us a boat about eight feet wide.

A boat with an eight-foot beam is pretty big.

So you did have an impression of its size, huh?

A cabin cruiser.

There wasn't any cabin.

Ah. We're getting somewhere.

No cabin.

A raft?

No. Why not?

But you said that with conviction.

Must be a reason.

Because they had a cockpit, maybe.

Yes. A sailboat.

But there wasn't any mast.

They would unstep the mast to get it into the bunker.

Good. All right. Now, what about the boxes?

Were they big?

But the men were carrying.

No. Just one man.

So they couldn't have been too big.

No.

How? How were they carrying them? Down on the shoulder?

Not on the shoulder.

In front of them. Like this. Hold it.

I would say that's about two feet.

And how high? What, about 30 inches?

Two feet wide by 30 inches high.

Steve, he was carrying one on top of the other.

Okay, that gives us two boxes of 15 inches each.

Now, what comes in boxes that size?

Oranges.

Oh, come on, brother.

A hood won't shoot a cop over a box of oranges.

Drugs, maybe.

Drugs?

In boxes that big?

That's dumber than oranges.

Is that a guest, huh? No. I can see the image clearly.

Danger, high explosives written on each box.

Dynamite.

Okay.

Dynamite. Now, what about the body?

Live or dead?

I don't know.

A man or a woman?

I couldn't tell.

Wrapped in a blanket.

Wrapped.

Steve, C&C hit the jackpot. The latent print Chase found in the bunker.

Name's Harvey Durko.

Accused of industrial espionage in L.A., but beat the rap.

Maybe a face-to-face would help.

He was registered at the Eldridge Hotel under his own name yet.

Forget this, Steve.

Yesterday afternoon, he showed up all in a sweat and checked out wiki-wiki.

That's very interesting.

Maybe something happened yesterday that shook him up pretty good, huh?

Like a run-in with Dano?

That's what I figured.

He grabbed a cab at the hack stand in front of the hotel.

Easy trace.

He went to a beach cottage on Kalani-Onaholi Highway.

Okay, pick him up, but nice and easy. Careful, I've got a lot of questions for

Mr. Durko. And no mob scene, just the three of you.

You mean the four of us, don't you?

I mean what I say. You're still convalescing.

He's right, Dan.

Remember how you hit the deck when the truck backfired?

I'll see if you can come up with a make on the other man.

Will do.

Take the cocoa head side, Duke.

Police!

Open up, Jericho!

We blew it, brother.

We blew it.

Sir.

Yes. Darko's dead.

Did he finish the job?

Yes, sir.

Well, he won't be the first man to give his life in service to his country.

Is that it?

Transistorized?

How do I activate it?

By moving this clasp all the way over until it makes contact.

Mm-hmm.

Will the Chinese really blame the Navy, sir?

Yes, they'll blame them.

They consider us an imperialistic country dominated by the military.

Well, you've handled this entire operation commendably.

Will that be all, sir?

That's all.

He was low for his leg, Steve. Just as I fired, he ducked down.

How's Duke? He took one high in his shoulder.

He'll be okay.

So we're right back where we started from.

All right, Daniel. A man by the name of Durko and somebody unknown tried to kill

you. We don't know why. We don't know if there'll be another attempt or when.

Here's the key to my place. You go there and stay there till we get this thing

sorted out.

Somebody from HPD or one of our guys will be with you around the clock.

Why don't you wrap me in cotton wool and lay me away?

Dino, please, huh?

Cooperate. I've got my hands full with Mr. Lin at the moment.

Yeah. It's time we pick him up.

Case to you.

But Lin leaves tomorrow, and then you can put me back on the first team or

trade me to Oshkosh.

Well, I'll give a careful consideration to the alternatives, huh?

Hi, Dad.

Ready to go?

You and my assigned nursemaid?

One of them.

You lost your mind or something?

No. I just found it.

Williams calling Central Dispatch. Calling Central Dispatch.

Go ahead.

Code red.

Pass me through to Chin Ho Kelly.

Yeah, Danny. I have the file right here.

Durko was an electronics engineer.

Employed at one time for a firm in L.A. called...

Electrons incorporated.

What do they manufacture?

Guiding systems and automatic pilots.

I checked her myself yesterday.

Sorry. It's nothing major, but I'll have it fixed in a few minutes. We'll be on

our way. Okay, Skipper.

Skipper, say you'll have us on the way in a few minutes.

Bye.

Steve, they're going to kill Lynn.

Kill him? Who's going to kill him?

A boat.

That boat is on a collision course.

It's a Navy boat. What's the matter with you? It's not. It's the one I saw in the

bunker, Steve.

They're not sailors, Steve. They're dummies.

That boat is loaded with dynamite, guided by an automatic pilot, a system

installed by Durko.

to chop her out here with the doctor.

Why? I don't know why.

They killed my only son.

Gene, look at this.

Miniature transmitter.

Their boat homed in on a signal.

Amen.