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Any idea where the Larkin papers are?

Oh, they're at the office, Senator.

I didn't think you'd need them today.

Well, I wasn't aware that the committee's report would refer to them.

Well, look, if it's important, I can run down to the office and pick them up.

Yeah, I'm afraid it is.

Would you mind, hmm?

Be back in 20 minutes.

Not much, Steve. Close as we can figure. The bomb went off around 10.30. Give or

take a few minutes.

Why was she using the senator's car?

Had an errand to do for him. Hers was being worked on.

Steve.

What can you tell us, Jay?

There wasn't much left to work with. If it's any help, it was a plastic charge.

Plastic? Whoever did the job knew what he was doing.

Anyone else home when it happened? Just the senator and a couple of servants.

Ben's talking to them now. Give Ben a hand, Chet.

I still don't believe it.

You read about things like this, but you can't believe that it would ever happen

to you or to anyone you know.

Is it possible that Miss Evans was the target?

No, no way.

No one knew that she was going to be taking my car.

Besides...

Your days are numbered.

When did you get this?

A few days ago. It was on my desk. I'm in my personal mail. I'm afraid I threw

the envelope away.

Why didn't you report it, Senator?

People in public life are always getting cranked notes. I suppose I didn't attach

any importance to it.

I understand that aside from the servants, you and Miss Evans were the

only ones in this house this morning?

That's correct.

Oh, except for Randy.

Who's Randy? He's my son-in-law. He came to see Kathy not knowing that she was

visiting friends on Maui. You see, my daughter and her husband are separated.

How long did he stay?

Just for a few moments.

Did you see him drive away?

No. No.

I suppose I might as well tell you that Randy and I have never gotten along very

well. Never.

Let me understand something, Senator.

Are you suggesting that your son-in-law... Oh, no, of course not.

He does blame me for the breakup of their marriage, which is ridiculous, but

then so is the idea that Randy would go around planting bombs.

Well, whoever it is, he's a pro.

A hitman?

You're chairman of the Senate Crime Commission.

Well, getting rid of me would hardly interfere with the investigation of

organized crime.

But it could serve as a notice to any hood who might have some idea of turning

state's evidence.

Thank you, Senator.

Then I'll have HPD put some men on this house around the clock. I appreciate

your concern, Mr. McGarrett, but I already have an excellent security

system installed here in the house.

Then I would suggest you have it checked, Senator.

It didn't stop whomever it was who killed Miss Evans.

Zero, Steve.

The cook and the house boy say they didn't say anything.

Well, check them out anyway, Chin, and get me the book on anyone who had access

to these household grounds. That means delivery services, former employees,

part-time help, and especially those that got fired. Right.

Oh, Chin, get with the senator. See if he can come up with a complete list of

enemies he thinks he might have. I don't care how far back you have to go. Okay.

They did it lucky Steve Oh the gardener noticed a black car parked there most of

the morning when the bomb went off We were driving and hightailed it out of

here wiki wiki any description of the driver No, but he got the last three

numbers of the license plates DMVs running it through now Okay, get out an

APB as soon as DMV calls back.

I want that car Maintain a surveillance of the senator whenever he leaves these

grounds Donna Check out the senator's son-in-law

I don't understand.

What's my beef with the senator got to do with 5-0? Somebody tried to blow him

up this morning.

Good Lord.

Was he? No.

But his secretary wasn't as lucky.

Midge?

Oh, no.

The senator says that you were at his house this morning before the explosion.

Yeah.

How long were you there?

Just long enough to tell him what I thought of him.

Where'd you go after you left the house?

Uh, uh... I believe it or not, I just drove around to cool off.

And my answer to your next question is no, I don't have any witnesses and I

can't prove it.

Do you mind telling me what kind of explosives you're using on this job?

Dynamite. Some plastic charges.

Now, look, if you're accusing me... No one's making any accusations, Mr. Steff.

But you were there prior to the explosion.

You admit having a beef with your father-in-law.

And you do have access to the type of explosive charge that killed Miss Evans.

That makes me a prime suspect?

Let's say it gives you a good shot at the title.

I wouldn't make any travel plans.

Two sets of fingerprints, Steve.

One belongs to the senator, the other to Miss Evans.

Whoever wrote this note must have used gloves and handled it with great care.

I ran a test on the paper and the ink.

The ink is from a felt pen, the kind that you can buy most anywhere.

What about the handwriting, Jay? That's beyond my expertise, Steve. I sent the

original note to Dr. Leonard at the University Department of Criminology.

He's waiting for you now. Good. Thank you.

Notice the slanting of the letters.

Some forward, some back.

A good indication that the writer of the note is very changeable.

and subject to uncontrollable and unpredictable moods.

Now, look at this.

See how far back the E goes.

Whoever it is is real cool on the outside.

Inside, watch out.

A regular volcano about to erupt.

Man or woman, Doctor?

Can't tell you that, but I can tell you the writer's left-handed.

I can also tell you the writer is a very forceful person.

You can see for yourself.

The heaviness in the writing, the way the pen bears down, the crammed angular

letters also exemplify a very determined mind, almost inflexible.

That's indicative of his personality.

What do you mean, Doctor?

That large capital I, that large inflated loop, it's a definite bid for

attention.

Whoever it is you're looking for is someone who wants to be heard from.

Thank you, Doctor.

Three Bravo 10 to central dispatch.

Have visual contact with suspect vehicle.

Attention all cars in Zone 9. Code 20.

3 Bravo 10 in pursuit of suspect vehicle.

Black. Two-door Lincoln.

License number 1 Baker 113.

Now proceeding on Aviation Boulevard, West Nimitz Highway.

Code 3.

3 Bravo 10 to Central. 3 Bravo 10 to Central.

Vehicle now heading towards Manu Ridge.

One X-ray five.

Proceed to Manu Bridge and the Johnson Tunnel.

Two Alpins. One Tango. Forward to the Johnson Tunnel.

Intercept and block.

Repeat. One X-ray five.

Setsuka?

Well. We got a syndicate time, huh?

I'm disappointed, McGarrett.

I figured you'd come busting in here an hour ago.

We were held up by a little accident, Sakai.

A black two-door Ford tried playing leapfrog with us at Mono Ridge.

The ridge won. You lost the driver in the car.

You're telling me Nick Landis is dead?

As much as he'll ever get.

Why?

Sakai, the same car was spotted opposite Henderson's home just before the bomb

went off.

When the smoke cleared, so did the car. Now, does that make it for you? Not

exactly.

Nick didn't have anything to do with the bomb.

You expect us to buy that?

Oh, come on.

Use some common sense.

You don't lower the temperature of a Senate hearing by burning the chairman.

Llanos was there.

Sure he was there.

to keep tabs on any visitors who might have gotten a bright idea of spilling

their guts. And that's all.

I'll tell you this, McGarrett.

It's too bad for Nick.

But it's also lousy luck for both of us.

If anyone was there to see who tinkered with the senator's car, it was Nick.

And now he's not going to tell anybody anything anymore.

Don't count him.

This is steady.

Here it is, Steve.

Okay, let's get that out of here.

You saw him?

Yeah, he'll saw through the case.

That should give him enough room to get to the triggering device to disarm it.

The danger is he'll short out a wire.

All right, let's take cover.

The only prints we found on the case belonged to the senator and to Miss

Evans.

That's it. That's it.

As for the note, only the senator's.

What about the bomb?

We're checking the components now against a list of suppliers.

If that stuff was purchased, we should be able to get a lead.

It'll take a little time, though.

That's one thing we don't have much of, Dano.

Oh, one thing more, Che.

Make a comparison between the explosives the son-in-law uses.

What's his name?

Randy Stealth.

at his construction site and what was used in here.

Will do.

McGarrett. Hold it.

Well, hold him a minute and then put him on. Got a hot one.

Put a trace on line two.

This is McGarrett.

Sir, just... Anything?

Not long enough.

Listen to this.

This is McGarrett. I'm only going to say this once.

You can't save Harlan. He must die.

I didn't want to kill Midge Evans.

I don't wish to kill anyone, anyone but Harlan. He must pay for what he did.

Sir, just...

Just what is it that Harlan Henderson is supposed to pay for?

All right, what do we know about the bomber?

One, he had complete access to the Henderson home. Now, that would include

the servant, the cook, the gardener, and Randy.

What else do we know?

That whoever wrote those notes was left-handed.

And according to that phone call, our bomber wants revenge.

But for what?

How about Randy's stuff?

Yeah, he had motive for revenge, and he's the only one we know who had access

to explosives.

Well, that makes Randy our best possibility.

Johnny Moore, take a look at this, Steve. What is it?

Stealth's military records.

Wow. Listen to this.

At Fort McPherson, Atlanta, Georgia, a board of three Army psychiatrists agreed

that Private First Class Randolph Stealth was incapable of committing any

act of violence.

He could not even fire a weapon on the rifle range.

Medical discharge.

Where does that leave us?

With a non-violent suspect.

Well, any ideas?

Mr. McGarrett, I appreciate your concern, but I... I can't just pull

names out of a hat.

The caller said you have to pay for what you did now.

What could that mean?

I don't know. Believe me.

I have been searching for skeletons in my closet ever since you told me about

this.

I grant you I am not letter perfect, but I can't even find one ghost who would be

interested in haunting me now.

Sorry to interrupt, Mr. McGarrett, but these letters have to go out.

Did you ever see such a pretty secretary in your whole life?

Where's my pen? Ow!

Your shoulder again?

Body surfing, huh?

Comes back and haunts me every once in a while.

Oh, this letter for Congressman Grayson had better go out.

Airmail special delivery, I think. Okay, I'll type it on. No, no.

So you have no idea, then, of who it might be?

None.

Well, I'll let you get back to work, Senator.

Sorry, I couldn't have been more help.

Keep thinking.

I will.

Will it ever end, Mr. McGarrett?

We're getting closer every minute.

Mail those for you. I'm going right by the post office. Oh, thank you.

Dono, I want a complete dossier on Senator Henderson, the works, from the

cradle to right now and fast.

That's the Xerox copy of the envelope he wrote with his left hand.

What do you think?

There's a definite similarity, and yet some of the personality traits that I

pointed out to you in the note are lacking on the envelope.

Doc, does that mean it's the same man or not?

Just what I said, that both were written by the same hand.

But not the same man.

Ben, Chin, Denno.

Jenny, get Che up here, please.

Steve, here's the book on Henderson. As much as I can get on short notice. I got

more coming in. Good.

What's up?

Just a minute, then.

This is McGarrett.

I wanted to apologize to you for pressing you the way I did this morning.

Yes, I understand.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

Thank you. I'll be in touch.

We ran a comparison of the explosive charge in the attache case against the

quality used by Randy Stealth.

No match.

We got a pretty good idea who uses the type we found.

Same thing on the other components.

They all fit military specifications.

Then they could have been stolen from any one of the bases here in the

islands. Very possible. Good. Ben, check that out. See if any military explosives

have been ripped off lately.

I'm on it. Che, I want a voice print comparison of this case set with our

mysterious caller.

Who's on this one?

Senator Henderson.

Henderson?

You gotta be kidding.

It doesn't make sense, doesn't it?

Okay.

Okay.

Whose prints were on the note and the attache case?

Henderson.

Who had easy access to that house?

Henderson himself.

Now, the man we're looking for had demolition experience.

Henderson served with a Ranger unit in Korea.

Che just said that the components for that bomb fit military specifications.

Henderson is a reserve officer.

Now, what else do we know about the man we're looking for? He was left-handed,

right?

Henderson is not only ambidextrous, but his handwriting bears a remarkable

resemblance to the handwriting on the note.

Are you saying the senator is out to kill himself?

Why the games?

Why the threatening letters? Why the bombs?

If a man wants to kill himself, there are lots of easier ways.

All right.

Suppose. I know it sounds weird, but just suppose that he doesn't know that

he's doing it.

Unconsciously?

You mean a split personality?

I know it's far-fetched, but it's a possibility.

Jenny, see if you can get me an appointment with Dr. Patrick at Queen's

Hospital. Yes, sir.

In answer to your question, yes.

It's entirely possible that someone could wish to destroy himself without

being consciously aware of it.

And he could appear perfectly normal to everyone around him, including his

family.

Ella, could you send in Anita Richfield, please? Yes, ma'am.

Who's Anita Richfield?

Someone I think you'd be interested in meeting.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

I just wanted you to meet some friends of mine.

Steve McGarrett. How do you do? Danny Williams.

Hello. It's nice to meet you. Anita Richfield.

We may be compiling some research material for them, Anita.

I just thought you should meet them.

Anything I can do to help, Doctor? Thank you.

It's nice to have met you. Thank you.

Thanks for coming in, Anita.

My pleasure, Doctor.

Bye. Bye.

Could you hit the light, please, Steve?

Do you believe that this is the same young woman who was just in here?

It's incredible.

Anita would be just as surprised as you are.

And she has no idea?

No more than you, Steve.

As a matter of fact, she's very religious.

All right, now to Senator Henderson.

You understand that my diagnosis is purely a hypothesis?

I understand.

Okay. Would you watch the screen again?

This is a snapshot of Harland Henderson with his father 35 years ago.

He was a very happy boy and apparently very close to his father.

These are excerpts from a long magazine interview.

Every reference to his father is almost that of hero worship.

Very understandable.

Roger Henderson was a military hero and a distinguished public servant.

Some thought he had a brilliant political future.

And then...

He was killed accidentally while cleaning one of the guns in his private

collection.

Harlem was the one who found him.

He took it very hard.

Why would he want to avenge himself for something beyond his control?

Perhaps he felt it wasn't beyond his control.

And the guilt he'd feel would be reason enough to take his own life?

In part... Steve, would you hit the lights, please?

Oh.

Now, think of how Harlan's success threatens the image he carries of his

father.

We call that a self-ego conflict.

Now, he mustn't permit himself to surpass his father, so he must destroy

himself before, in his own mind, he kills his father again, if for some

reason he felt he was responsible for his father's actual death.

We found another note.

Where's your father?

He's gone. He said he had to go out for a while.

You lose the ball game, three strikes and you're out.

Hello.

Just a minute. For you.

I got it.

Steve, the tail HPD hat on the senator?

He lost him. He lost him.

That was brilliant.

Now, please, listen very carefully. I only have time to say this once.

The man who was trying to kill your father is your father himself.

What? According to Five-O's consulting psychiatrist...

Your father is a multiple personality, two men in one.

But neither is conscious that the other exists or that the one man inside him is

trying to kill the other. Are you saying he's trying to kill himself and he

doesn't even know it?

Exactly.

Oh, my God.

He's a very sick man and he needs help desperately.

And we've got to stop him before he kills himself and maybe takes some

innocent people with him. No.

Have you any idea where he's heading?

He said he had some things to take care of. Something about a luncheon

appointment at a Waikiki restaurant.

What restaurant?

He didn't say.

Let's go down.

Central, this is McGarrett. I want an APB on Senator Harlan Henderson.

Last seen driving a brown convertible, license number 2 Frank, 2754.

Do not apprehend.

Locate and maintain surveillance.

Repeat, do not apprehend.

Repeat, this is a red alert.

Code 10, Senator Harlan Henderson, last seen in a dark brown two-door 1974

Mercedes convertible, license number 2 Frank, 2754.

Vehicle last reported on Alawai heading east toward Waikiki.

Do not apprehend. 10-5 to McGarrett.

That's it.

2 Alpha 6 to dispatch.

Dispatch. Patch me through to McGarrett.

Chino speaking.

Steve, contact.

McGarrett.

Park? How long?

Good. Keep looking.

An HPD unit spotted Henderson's car.

Parked right here.

Now, the meter's in that area good for an hour. There was 50 minutes left.

How far could he have walked in ten minutes?

Five, ten blocks, depending on how fast he was walking.

Yeah. Okay, Chin.

To all units, concentrate the search in this area.

Go.

Chin, you take the heel, and you come in on the other way.

Steve, there.

Gano, the radio.

The radio.

Ben, Chen, the Ilikai Hotel. Fast.

What happened?

Looks as if we're sort of stuck.

Oh, everything's gonna be all right. Don't worry about a thing.

It's stuck. Get the maintenance engineer on the double. Ben, evacuate the floor.

It's on.

The one above and below. Dano, you better get the emergency squad. We may

have to go in and get it. I'll wait for them. I'll be on the roof.

How long do you think it'll take?

About 20 minutes, maybe.

Why can't they get us down from here? What's taking them so long?

Everything is gonna be alright.

I'm scared.

Tano, I'm going down.

If I get to it in time, we're going to have to fly it out, so you'd better

order a chopper. Right.

I need gloves.

Sounds like there's somebody up there.

McGarrett!

Senator, there's no time for explanations now.

Just hand me the radio.

For God's sakes, get us out of here!

We'll get you out.

Get you out in a few minutes. Senator, first the radio.

What's he talking about?

Senator, look.

We're running out of time. Give me the radio.

Now!

What's this all about?

Easy.

There's a bomb inside it.

We're running out of time. Listen to me, please.

Give me the radio.

Harlan, give me the radio.

Harlan, give it to me.

Harlan, give it to me.

Harlan, give me the gun.

Harlan?

Don't you understand?

He has to be punished for what he did.

He has to die.

You'd be hurting innocent people.

Is that what your father would want for you?

To hurt innocent people?

Please.

Give me the radio.