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My headache's gone. It's really gone.

That's wonderful, Doc. You're doing fine, old buddy. Keep it up.

I'll see you next week.

Thank you, Doc. Bye, Doc. Bye-bye.

Speaking. Hi, Doc. I'm wired into you.

I know all about you.

Wired in?

Ah, big brother watcheth, huh?

Well, thanks for the warning, old buddy.

I'm not your buddy.

I'm not putting you on.

I've been listening in to you and your patients for months.

I'm sorry. I'm very busy.

Yes? Don't hang up on me again. Don't do that.

This is my private line. Yes.

And I'm in that chair with you, treating your patients.

I know their secrets.

Their dirty little perversions.

You don't believe me?

Where do we start?

Crazy Mary.

Poppy boy.

Cookie Eva.

Who is this?

You need a name?

I'm Cerberus, the hound of hell.

And all of my 50 heads.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Yeah. But it's my turn to laugh.

You.

You turn me down as a poor treatment risk.

Me. 170 IQ, and I am a poor treatment risk?

Did I see you at one of the clinics?

What difference does that make?

Look, Cerberus, you're hostile.

And maybe you have every right.

But it wasn't personal. There just aren't enough psychiatrists to go

around. So, crawl in a corner and die.

Hang a Do Not Disturb sign around your corpse. No way!

This mistake is not getting buried.

You're paying, Doc.

I want five grand.

Or I'll finish you and your sickies.

Listen, Cerberus.

You listen to me and you listen hard.

I will not be threatened or blackmailed.

You won't get a cent out of me.

And don't phone again.

Doctor, any static in your phone? A loss of volume?

No.

Nothing in these instruments.

What about the line?

I'm going in now.

Test board. This is Che Fong, 50 Lab.

Suspected tap on 5556321.

Would you run a line check, please?

Stand by.

Most amateurs leave an electronic trail that'll hit you in the face.

Mr. Paul, our meter shows no unbalance, no resistance.

As far as we can tell, the line's clear. Thank you.

The line's clean, Steve.

Servers just could be expert enough to equalize his phone tap. Now, he says

he's eavesdropping on patients during treatment. So that means room bugs.

No way to hide them.

This place is loaded.

It is.

Most of it buried, but...

Here's

one.

Now, Garrett, keep your hands off those bugs.

This is your full-blown paranoid visionary coming to you from somewhere

in paradise.

You brought the cops?

You get them out. Now!

Your office.

Your decision.

Well, what do you suggest?

Ignore him. Call this bluff.

Che, tear every bug out of here.

Okay, Doc.

You'll be sorry for the rest of your life.

How are you feeling, Bob?

Headaches back, but I'm living around like Dr. Fowler said.

Now, the both of you, remember to clean up.

Hello?

Is Bob Martinelli there?

Who is this?

This is Dr. Fowler's medical exchange.

The doctor left a message for Bob.

Just a moment, please.

Bobby?

Let's hear it.

Hello? Hi, Bob.

There's a tape Dr. Fowler would like you to hear.

Hold on, please.

It's, uh, bad, isn't it?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Very bad.

Bobby's suffering from a glioma.

A space-occupying lesion.

I... I don't understand.

That's a brain tumor.

Oh, dear God.

I'm sorry to have to tell you it's... It's cancerous and inoperable. He

doesn't have long.

What happened to you?

Bum.

You liar.

You lousy phony. Hey, it's me, your friend.

What did that creep say to turn you against me?

He didn't say anything.

You said it. He just played the tapes.

Why are you letting me die?

like that stiff cat in the middle of the alley?

Oh, come on, Bob.

That's not gonna happen to you.

But it is.

I heard you say so yourself.

No. That was an early diagnosis.

It looked bad then.

You're weaseling out of it.

No, no.

You do have a growth, Bob, but it's benign.

Those pills you're taking are slowly shrinking it.

Yeah, sure.

Your headaches are going away, aren't they?

Or that creep bugging my office, huh?

Okay.

What's that for?

Oh, put you to sleep.

Cool the old bean.

See you later, sport.

Nurse.

Liabolical thing to do to a kid.

At least he'll be all right. No.

He'll never be all right.

He's... He's dying.

That's one lie I'll never regret.

Doc, do you have any more patients who are as vulnerable as this?

A few.

Then we don't dare tear any more bugs out of your office.

What will I do?

This Cerberus, he overheard what you said in my office?

He overheard what you said to Bobby's mother in the police lab?

I've made up my mind, McGarrett.

I've got my patients to protect.

I can't let this happen again.

I'll settle with him. Just get off the case.

Doc, please.

Stay away, understand?

Stay away!

Yeah, Doc.

It's me.

Sorry about the boy, but you wouldn't listen.

In my own home. That's right.

We've all got to live with our demons.

Who are you talking to?

Carol.

Eric, what's going on?

Can I help you, mister?

Sure can.

You use only women in your cleaning crews?

That's right.

Any offices broken into? Any thefts? No, we've been real lucky.

I want the names and addresses of painters, plumbers, any men working in

the building. And include yourself.

What's this all about?

Any keys missing?

Not that I know of.

You always keep that door open?

During the day.

Why? Anybody can walk in, pick off a key, and make a duplicate, because the

super can't be bothered locking or unlocking the place.

And we can't even change locks without Cerberus knowing about it.

That'd risk another Bobby Martinelli incident.

Okay, Che, tell us what we're up against.

A broom bug found in Fowler's office.

It's miniaturized, highly sophisticated.

Any manufacturer's name or number on it? No.

Cerberus put these together himself.

They're not only good, they're very good.

Okay, but he'd have to use some esoteric components. You don't pick those up in

the dime store.

I'll get you a list of them.

Chin, track down every outlet in the island.

Now, what about these?

Well, these are body bugs, like the one you found in Dr. Fowler.

What's their effective broadcast range?

Well, it varies, but I tested the ones Cerberus built. Now, they have a... A

maximum transmitting range of 2.9 miles.

2.9.

Let's see.

Dr. Fowler's home is about here.

His office is about here.

What's the scale of miles?

2.9 miles would give us a circle of that diameter.

And one of that diameter.

Now, Cerberus would have to stay within these circles in order to monitor

Fowler, his home life, and his patients.

Big help, Steve.

Those chunks of real estate include a lot of people.

Nobody said it was going to be easy. At least we know where not to look.

Che, I want a sound tracking room rigged right now, as close to the doctor's

office as possible.

Better check the FCC and the phone company. We need their help on this one.

Oh, we need a court order?

Already got one.

and we have Dr. Fowler's permission.

And Che, install a button on the doctor's phone so that he can signal us

when to tune in when that paranoid calls.

Well, how do we let the doctor know what we're doing without telling Cerberus?

Ben, slip me a note.

Instruct him not to antagonize Cerberus and to keep him on the phone as long as

possible so we can get a fix.

OK, gentlemen, let's move on it.

I know last week it was the pressure in my eyes.

Well, I didn't go blind, did I?

But this, this is real.

There are just some things you know.

Mary, the hour's about up.

I want to tell you this.

You don't have hepatitis.

How can you say that?

I'm beginning to jaundice.

I'd call it... Cutis rubra, suntan.

You see, these imagined diseases are... avoidance

mechanisms.

I keep telling myself that, Doctor.

Are you sure I'm all right?

I'm sure.

I'm trying.

I really am trying.

I know you are, Mary.

I'll see you same time next week.

Oh,

I'm going blind.

Oh, I'm jaundicing.

Doctor, I'm dying.

Oh, that screeching crow.

I wouldn't treat her for her weight in gold.

He's transmitting.

Locate him. Try 451 megacycle.

He's on.

Start things on your end.

If I found a way to get you immunity from prosecution, would you be willing

to come forward and accept psychiatric help without any cost to you?

Beautiful, just beautiful.

The poor treatment risk shows a little muscle, and bingo!

A free psychoanalysis, free!

I don't need you, Doc!

It was five grand.

Now it is ten.

I don't have that kind of cash.

Shut! Shut your mouth or it will be 20!

Found it.

Coordinates 27, 53, grid 4.

Put it in an airline bag.

I'll let you know what to do with it.

Meantime, no cops.

No McGarrett.

Okay, let's have it.

Che, 40, 19, grid 6.

There's our triangulation point at McCully Boulevard.

This is Williams.

Set up roadblocks on the canal, corner of Alloway and McCully.

Stop all cars with transmitter aerials. Look for tapes.

Arrest all suspects.

She says her name is Eva Haynes. They brought her into emergency intake an

hour ago.

She's been asking for you, doctor. Patient of yours?

Yeah. What happened?

She took a full bottle of sleeping pills and changed her mind and called an

ambulance.

We pumped her stomach.

She's still shaky.

She was in 101.

OK, thank you.

I'm so ashamed.

Eva, I thought we left all this behind us.

Wasn't your previous attempt frightening enough?

I couldn't help it.

It was Melissa's birthday.

She would have been six.

I just couldn't stop thinking about her.

And the baby downstairs began to cough and cry and...

gasped for breath until I was ready to scream.

And I knew what Melissa died of, Doctor, I knew.

Your child died of a status asthmaticus, a physical weakness she was born with.

It would have happened no matter where she was.

In your arms, in a hospital, under a doctor's care.

And your feelings of guilt about abandoning her are understandable.

But not about her death.

That wasn't your fault.

Why can't I accept that?

It takes time, Eva.

It takes time.

You'll have to remain here overnight.

But I want to see you tomorrow.

And every day this week.

Take your medication.

And you sealed off the alibi in Macaulay Street and came up with nobody?

Nobody we could book, Steve.

We didn't find any radio recording equipment or handmade tapes.

Just standard stereo with music tape playbacks.

Did you get pictures of the people you stopped?

Yes. Well, Doc Fowler should see them.

We need more to go on.

What about the components of those bugs?

No help.

The stores that carry them are electronic supermarkets, and they don't

keep track of their customers.

Most of the items are lying around in open bins.

What he couldn't afford, he could steal.

What about the docs, other patients at the various clinics?

I fed the names into a computer and asked for a readout on any of them that

had an electronic background.

Ham licenses radio schools.

Came up with three names.

One is in Japan.

Another is stationed at Edwards Air Force Base, California.

A third is deceased.

Don't tell me he beat the computer. I'm beginning to buy that 170 IQ bit.

But an electronics wizard just doesn't spring from thin air.

He must have been trained somewhere.

There are a lot of learn radio at home courses.

He might be self-taught.

Yeah.

Okay, we've got to get the doctor down here.

Well, how do you do that without tipping, uh, Cerebus?

Doc Fowler takes Wednesday afternoon off.

Duke.

You still remember how to, uh, work high work, Joe?

May I have your driver's license, please?

Yes, sir.

You made an unsafe lane change about a mile back.

Well, I'm sure I signaled, officer.

We'll overlook it this time, but be more careful.

Thank you, officer.

Dr. Fowler.

We haven't seen you for a long time. You gonna work out for a while?

Sure am. Need to work off a little steam.

You still know your way to the locker room?

Now follow my nose.

Big brother, no body bugs. You can't know how that feels.

No, no, not familiar.

No.

No.

Last shot taken at the roadblock.

Cerberus could be someone I met for ten minutes ten years ago.

He could have put on weight, grown a beard, anything.

Could he be the gardener or the handyman around your house?

Carol does her own gardening. I'm the handyman.

Well, those bugs in your clothes and in your stereo have to get there somehow.

Think hard, Doctor.

Did you have any house guests?

No, not since last Christmas.

How could that have slipped my mind?

A couple of months ago, we came back from a weekend at the Kuilima Hotel.

We found a window open.

The closets had been rearranged.

Sure. He cased your house.

Doctor, are you willing to take some risk?

To put him away, yes.

Okay.

That airline bag with the 10 grand is going to Cerberus.

And so will we.

What are you trying to pull?

I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever it is, can it wait until

tomorrow?

You disappeared from one o'clock on.

Disappeared? I didn't hear your voice, footsteps, not even any breathing for

hours. This was my afternoon off.

I worked out at the gym.

Where did the gym clothes come from?

Haven't you done enough?

Leave us alone.

Doc, I asked you a question.

I leave them at the gym.

Well, you're getting rid of those clothes.

You don't go near that gym again.

In fact, you don't go anywhere without letting your exchange know ahead of

time. Eric, are we his slaves?

Carol. You can't let the saddest pull your wings like some helpless fly.

Shut her up, Doc. Shut her up.

Shut her up. Carol, please.

Get out of my house.

Oh, Doc, I feel for you.

No wonder you...

Strayed and cuddled up to Sharon.

He's been listening in to us even before we were separated.

I know what you're trying to do.

It won't work.

We love each other and you'll never destroy us.

If she doesn't pipe down, I'll play tapes of you and Sharon making love.

And I'll make her listen to them in every corner of this house.

In the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the hallway, morning, noon, and night.

All right, now, what about the 10 grand?

Have you got it?

It's waiting in the bank.

Good. Get it in that airline bag first thing tomorrow.

And you keep it with you wherever you go. And keep your car radio on. Got

that?

Yes. Doc, how do you like licking the boots of a full-blown psycho?

Williams to backup units.

Tune all radios to tactical frequency and voice scrambler.

Morning, Dr. Fowler.

Morning.

Came for the $10,000 I called ahead about. Yes, Dr. Fowler, we have the

money for you. One moment, please.

Here you are doctor.

Thank you.

Jay the power plant around here somewhere getting any interference

coming in loud and clear

Get

over to the left lane

Hug the rail

And I tell you, throw the airline bag over the rail.

Now!

You got rid of the bag.

It's standing still. Let's get off the freeway.

We use the special units.

Drop made.

Freeway exit 17.

Stand by.

Back moving again. He must have picked it up.

Turn northeast turning northeast down route 7

Still

moving

we're closing in The

bag it stopped

Williams to Special Units.

We got a fix.

Coordinates North 90, East 30.

Move in.

We're real close.

There it is.

Money's gone.

Your first joke wasn't enough for you. You need more shock therapy.

For starters, you wasted that 10 grand. It's cop-contaminated.

You're gonna double it!

Hello. Mrs. Atkins.

This is Dr. Fowler.

I'm afraid we're going to have to discontinue treatment.

It's a police matter.

A severe paranoid has been harassing my patients.

I'll send you more complete explanation in the name of another psychiatrist by

mail. Please beware of anyone calling and playing tapes over the phone.

Thank you.

It won't work, Doc. It will not work!

Hello? Mr. Buttinger.

This is Dr. Fowler.

I hope I'm not disturbing you. I'm afraid we're going to have to

discontinue treatment for a while. It won't work, Doc.

It won't work!

Hello? Is this Eva Haines?

Yes. Were you nicknamed Trixie Haines?

I'll never admit it.

I just want to make sure I'm speaking to the right person.

Who is this?

You had a child named Melissa?

Who are you? I swore I'd find you.

You left that beautiful baby in my car.

You're the man the doctor warned me about.

You murdered that child.

She was coughing, gasping for air, burning up with fever.

I rushed her to the hospital, but it was too late.

She died of double pneumonia.

It should have been you.

You murdered that child.

How?

How can you live with yourself?

How? Do you deserve to live? Do you think about it?

You don't deserve to live.

Yes, it's Eva Haines.

I shouldn't have released her from the hospital.

See?

Switchboard operator identified a tape of his voice.

Cerberus called just before Eva jumped.

What? I wonder about him.

Completely out.

Well, he's not out.

Not the right time.

Doc, tell Carol to start selling her government bonds.

I'm hard up for cash.

And you get back on that phone to your sickies.

We're back in business. Full schedule tomorrow.

Does somebody else have to die?

I keep telling myself I've got to die.

But why every day?

That's a good question.

Bye, Doctor.

Bye-bye.

Hello, Eric.

This is Paul.

What can I do for you?

We just did a routine physical I thought you ought to know about.

I'm looking at the KG of a patient of yours, Mary Dalton.

I don't want to discuss it on the phone.

But, Eric, I think there's danger of a massive coronary. Not now.

But, Eric, I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think it was important.

Paul, I can't explain it now. Just put it in the mail.

Hello, Exchange.

This is Dr. Fowler.

I'm going to stretch out for a little while.

Take all my calls.

Thank you.

Thanks for sticking with me, McGarrett. Okay, Doc, but the faster we get you

back to your office, the better.

Cerberus trusts you about as far as he can throw this building, but he has to

stay within 2.9 miles of you to keep track of you. I see.

You wouldn't have a doctor friend out in the boondocks somewhere.

Yeah, Jerry Emmett. Dr. Emmett, he's medical director of the North Shore

Valley Hospital in lettuce country.

Very well, we'll get to Dr. Emmett.

But when he calls you for a consultation, don't turn him down and

don't send him a bill.

Eric, can you get up here right away?

We've got a psychiatric emergency.

One of our farmers, a fellow named Fred Walsh, has gone berserk.

Locked himself in his room. He's throwing things out the window.

We don't know what to do with him.

Leave him alone.

I'll be there in 40 minutes.

Hello. Exchange, this is Dr. Fowler.

Cancel all of my afternoon appointments.

Call Carol and... Tell her I'm on an emergency.

I'll be home late.

No place for Cerberus to hide out here.

Let's hope he went after the bait.

HPD, copter two to McGarrett.

Yeah, McGarrett to copter two.

Are you on voice, Scrambler?

Roger. Go ahead, copter two.

Vehicles in the vicinity of the doctor's convertible.

All right, maintain surveillance and get their license numbers.

North Shore Valley Hospital.

Chaplain's office, please.

Chaplain's office, Father Shea.

May I help you?

Father, could you tell me what's wrong with my cousin, Fred Walsh? I heard he

threw some kind of fit.

Fred Walsh.

You have the wrong hospital. There's no one here by that name.

I surely thank you, Father. Thank you very much.

Understand? Who blew it?

Your friend, Dr. Emmett, was told to alert the entire staff. Somehow he

forgot the chaplain.

Doc.

Who do you think he'll go after next? The best guess.

I'd say, um, Mary Dalton. He's indicated some hatred for her, and she is

vulnerable.

McGarrett, the Central.

Patch me through to Chin Ho.

Chin Ho.

Chin, get the phone company to put tracing equipment on Mary Dalton's

apartment right now.

Do we have an OK?

Don't worry. We'll get her permission.

Done.

OK, gentlemen, get in.

This should put us well beyond his 2.9 receiving range.

What now?

Both of you go in there and switch clothes.

Now, Dono, when you get within service's range, you'll be carrying Doc's bugging

devices, so take a walk, go to a movie, whatever, but don't talk to anybody.

Doc, after you dress, you'll be coming with me.

And as for your heart condition, Mary, with the right medication and diet, we

can keep it under good control.

You still think that terrible man is going to fall?

We don't know. He might.

I feel like my ulcer is coming back again.

Well, Mary, simply drink milk.

What do I do if it's him?

Keep him on the phone as long as possible.

Where are you going?

To the radio in my car.

Is this Mary Dalton?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Just a minute.

I've dropped my needlepoint.

I'm tangled up in yarn.

Don't go away.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, go ahead.

They're running the trace now, Steve.

Let's hope he stays put long enough.

It's still a mess, but it's up off the floor.

Now. What can I do for you?

Mary, this is Dr.

Faraday at the hospital.

It's time you knew the truth. I want you to hear this.

Listen.

Miss Dalton suffers severely from anxiety.

I don't think she should be told of her condition.

Well, somebody ought to know.

Her blood pressure is 100 and... Steve, we got the phone number.

768-2300.

It's a phone booth at the Kahala Mall.

Ben? Duke?

Get over to the Kahala Mall.

He's using a public payphone there.

We're on our way, Steve.

Chin, get over to Mary Dalton's apartment and pick up Dr.

Fowler. Bring him to the Kahala Mall. I may need him there.

On my way.

I'll start her on an antihypertensive.

I'd also start her on a coronary dilator.

Suspect spotted.

Let's check that truck.

He's our man.

What's... It's our building mailman.

You look right past me every day.

You spit at me at the Oahu clinic, but I'll get you.

I don't care if it takes five years, ten years, twenty years. I'll get you, duck.

I will get you.

I don't know about you, but that right hook sure made me feel better.

Too bad you can't cure a psychotic with a right hook. Eh, Doc?