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Thank you.

Don't forget to send Manico the information on Wood and keep an eye on

the Silverman.

Don't worry, Steve. We'll mind the store. You've been gone two weeks,

Steve. What help can we do?

That remains to be seen, Jim.

Good trip.

Aloha.

Request permission to come aboard, sir. Permission granted. Welcome aboard.

Engine ahead, one third.

Well, it all seems to be in order.

Bet you'd be glad to get rid of that thing. You know it.

Sir?

Eyes only for Commander Nodal.

Make sure he signs one.

I know the procedure.

Eyes only for you. Just a ride by courier. Thanks. I've been expecting it.

You'll just sign there.

Sir?

Marcia.

I'd hoped we could still be friends.

If the commander will excuse me, I have a very busy day ahead.

Emil, it's not that I'm angry with you or anything like that.

Sir, Skunk Bravo, bearing 041, range 21,000 yards.

Request permission to scrub Skunk Bravo, sir.

Granted. I want a bearing on the guide.

Aye, aye, sir.

Guide shift bears 320.

320, very well.

Excuse me, sir. Priority message from Extinct Pack Fleet, Amanda McGarrett.

wants to see me right away.

Think I need a shave, Pete?

The admiral's over on the Cochrane.

You'll get a close shave when you cross on the High Line.

Thanks.

Five minutes before the explosion, Ops arrived at FECPAC,

Link Intelligence Center, key intelligence unit.

Ops was marked eyes only for Norbert.

You knew him, didn't you?

Oh, yes, sir. We worked together twice.

I had great respect for him.

I knew he was the Navy's chief spy chaser, but I didn't know he was here at

Pearl. You knew his job.

You can guess what he was doing here.

Security League?

That's it.

Ask Commander Wallace to join us.

Know what that is?

Settler. Right.

Codename Eternity 12 launched just a couple of weeks ago.

Yes, I remember reading about it. Weather analysis, geophysical studies.

Right.

That's what the world was told.

Oh, I see.

Actually, it was an eye in the sky.

A super-sensitive eye.

It malfunctioned, nosedived into the Pacific, and within hours, their

trawlers were searching for it.

You mean they knew what it was?

Obviously. That's when we suspected a mole.

You know the term? Oh, yes, sir.

enemy agent deep planted within our own intelligence system. Right.

And that's what Nordorf came here for? To find the mole?

And that's what you're here to find.

Yes, sir. Commander Wallace, Naval Investigative Service, Commander

McGarrett of 5-0. Commander?

Yes, I've heard of Mr. McGarrett.

One of our better civilian investigators.

This will be a combined inquiry, Commander.

Navy and civilian.

Yes, sir.

Keep me posted on your progress, and good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Where would you like to start?

I want to see where the bomb went off.

I want to walk the route of that pouch from the time it arrived to the region

of death.

All right, she had this in her hand with the envelope on it. Which way did she

go? She took it straight to Commander Nordhoff's office.

Straight to his office?

Are you sure of that?

Well, no, sir. I didn't go with her personally, but... Then she could have

stopped off somewhere along the way.

Commander, if you're implying that anybody in my section had something to

do with this... Lieutenant, I'm here on direct orders of Admiral Dean.

I'm here to investigate the murder of a commander in U.S. Naval Intelligence.

I'm not implying or inferring anything.

I'm trying to nail down the facts.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Then show us the way.

This way, sir.

This section along here, she would have been out of view from your desk, right?

That's right, sir.

See?

That'll be all, Colonel.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Makes me feel right at home.

This is where Ensign Bissell fell.

Carry on, gentlemen.

And she stood here when she delivered the letter?

Mm-hmm.

Four seconds.

Well, she had time to get out, if that's what you mean.

Well, depending on the timing mechanism of the bomb.

Naturally.

Commander, I'd like to try to reconstruct the letter bomb.

It's already been ordered.

Excellent. Excellent.

Signed to the investigation is Commander Steve McGarrett on active duty in the

Naval Reserve.

Well, I look forward to a most enjoyable encounter.

All right, gentlemen, let's review the facts as we know them. One pouch,

government issue, locked, sent to Fleet Intelligence Center Pacific on Thursday,

September 11th at 0900.

First question, who sent it and what was supposed to be in it?

Well, I've checked that out.

The pouch was sent by Captain Roger Newhouse in San Diego.

He heads up our Naval Intelligence Unit there.

It contained material that was... left in a safe by Commander Nordhoff when he

was on the mainland a few days ago.

Nordhoff placed a call from Hawaii requesting the material.

And of course, Captain Newhouse complied.

Did Captain Newhouse know what was in the envelope?

No.

That's not unusual.

I think you know how Nordhoff works. Oh, yeah, I know.

Secretly trusting no one.

We have only four possibilities, Steve.

Vessler, Waldron, Newhouse, and Marsha Bissell.

As far as we know, you're the only ones who touched the pouch or the letter.

OK, let's start with them. I want their records and the record of every member

of Fleet Intelligence Center.

Dr. Bickman, you can help there.

Also, Donna, call the office. Have one of the boys check the four principal

suspects against police files here and on the mainland.

Right. If you want to make that call in confidence, I suggest you use an outside

phone. Why is that?

Well, ever since we suspected a security leak, we've been checking on all the

phones. The countermeasure people are still working on that.

Oh, come on in, Commander.

She's just packing to go home.

I'm sorry.

That's all right. Just leave it.

I'm Commander McGarrett. I'm investigating the Nordorf case.

I expected you sooner or later.

You were expecting me?

Well, someone from NIS.

Well, I'm not a career officer.

I'm in the reserves now.

I've been assigned to this case by Admiral Dean.

Well, then you must be a cop in civilian life.

Do you mind if I anticipate the questions, Commander?

By all means.

Who did I get the envelope from?

Lieutenant Waldron.

Did I give it to Commander Nordoff?

Yes.

Did I stop off on the way?

No.

Did anyone else touch the envelope before I gave it to Nordhoff? No.

Isn't that about it?

You sound like you've been rehearsed.

Or is it because you're such a bright lady?

It's because I'm such a bright lady.

IQ 165.

Did that turn you off, Commander?

Not at all. And I'm sure it didn't turn Commander Nordhoff either.

What's that supposed to mean?

I measured the distance between Nordhoff's desk and the door.

After you handed him the letter, there was plenty of time for you to get out

before the blast.

But you, uh... You lingered a moment, exchanged a few words, maybe.

That, to me, would indicate a personal relationship.

That's very good, Commander.

166. I'm a cop, remember?

A couple of hundred felony cases.

What was your relationship with Commander Nordhoff?

Nothing.

Not anymore.

We were close once.

But whatever there was between us ended a long time ago.

Don't get the idea I hated him, though.

He was a wonderful guy.

He certainly shouldn't be dead.

Bravo squad.

Fight. Face.

On behalf of the grateful nation, I present you this flag for his job well

done.

Admiral. Commander.

You got Kessler?

Yes.

Captain? Here.

Commander McGarrett, I'm investigating the Nordhoff case.

May we chat for a moment?

Certainly.

Did you know Commander Nordhoff?

No, I didn't.

It's very decent of you to come to his funeral. I mean, not knowing him.

That's not so strange, Commander.

Not when you consider that I was the instrument of his death.

That's a strong self-judgment, isn't it?

I did deliver the letter.

If it's any consolation to you, I doubt if the letter you brought here was the

one that went off and killed him.

Switched? That's what I think.

How were you selected to be the courier?

Captain Newhouse knew I was going to Hawaii, so he had me appointed.

And once selected, he personally gave you the pouch and it was locked?

That's right.

Where was the key?

In my pocket.

Did you have any alcohol to drink before you took that flight?

No, sir.

Are you taking any medication?

No, sir.

But theoretically, if you dozed off on that plane, even for a few moments, it

would be possible for an expert to pick your pocket, get the key, and open the

pouch, wouldn't it?

No way, Commander.

Why not? Because I didn't doze off on that plane.

As a courier, I took my responsibility seriously.

Falling asleep... would have been a violation of trust.

Thank you.

Marsha?

What are you doing here?

You didn't have to come in today. I'm feeling fine now.

Well, it's good to have you back.

Thanks.

Any leads?

No, not yet.

The NIS boys are working on it. They ran a test last night on our security

system.

A little late, isn't it?

A bit.

Yes?

Quite perfectly.

Proceed as planned.

Commander McGarrett's airtight security system will soon be penetrated.

Fessler, Waldron, Newhouse, and Marsha Bissell.

All perfect service records, not a flaw, not a hint of anything negative.

What about their personal lives, then?

Well, Newhouse and Fessler are married, both for more than 15 years.

Marsha Bissell is single, dates personnel here on base.

Yeah, including Nordorf for a while.

Doesn't show up in her file.

But I'm not surprised. She's Navy all the way.

Brought up on a base by a Navy father, a CPO.

Yeah, I think I met him once.

Have we pulled his jacket?

He's a civilian now. His files are in Washington.

Okay. Get them right away.

Right.

What have you got, Commander?

I just went through Nordhoff's personal effects.

Everything is strictly government issue.

No clue to any private life except maybe for this.

That's your book?

From a restaurant in Costa Mesa.

Something written on the back.

Room 12.

Now, we know that he was in San Diego a few days before he was killed.

But what was he doing in Costa Mesa?

Good question, Commander.

I may have to travel 3,000 miles to find out.

Happy to meet you, Commander.

We hold 5-0 up as a model to all our new agents. Thank you, sir. Coming from you,

that's quite a compliment.

But this Nordhoff thing really has us shaken up.

Yes, I know.

This room, I take it, is where the trail of the letter begins?

Yes, sir.

That's the safe where Nordhoff put it.

And he never mentioned what was inside the letter?

Not a word.

Who has access to the safe, Captain, beside you?

Only my exec, Lieutenant Travers.

And he's been on leave since long before this happened.

When you took the envelope out of the safe, could you get a feel of what was

inside it? Any indication at all?

It was papers, definitely.

It was no letter bomb.

Not at this stage.

When Nordhoff was here, did he mention going to Costa Mesa?

Not to me.

Do you know of any reason why he might have gone there?

None at all.

Here we are.

Emil Nordhoff.

He was here for one night on September 6th.

In room 12?

No.

108.

Are you sure of that?

I'm quite positive, sir. We don't have a room 12.

Our rooms begin with 101.

I see.

Did Commander Nordhoff happen to indicate why he was in town, where he

was going?

Not to me.

How about taxis? Did he take any taxis from the motel?

I don't remember.

Phone calls?

Now we keep our record of all our charges here.

There were two calls to San Diego, both to the same number, 235-3022.

Oh, that's the 11th Naval District. Anything else?

One local call, 2689-2631.

689-2631.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Can I help you? Oh, yes. I'm Commander McGarrett. I'm a naval investigator,

Doctor. What can I do for you, Commander?

I'm trying to trace the activities of an officer named Nordhoff.

Commander Emil Nordhoff.

He was here in Costa Mesa a few days ago. We have reason to believe that he

made contact with this clinic.

Nordhoff.

Nordhoff.

It's entirely possible, Commander.

So many people in and out, we obviously can't keep track of them all.

I'm sorry.

Doctor?

Yes?

What is the name of the patient in room 12?

Why is that a concern of yours?

Doctor, this is a murder investigation involving the armed forces of the United

States. Now, that room number came up in the course of our investigation.

If you refuse to answer my question, I'll have to take the route of a federal

subpoena and get your deposition.

I have no reason to refuse, Commander. I'll take you there.

Thank you.

Room 12 was a very tragic accident case.

A woman was struck by a car and went into a deep coma.

She's still unconscious.

No sign of recovery or even of death.

They remain that way sometimes for years. Who is she?

Waldron. Erica Waldron.

I believe her husband's in the Navy, too.

So,

Good flight, Steve.

Anything that lands in Hawaii is a good one. Yeah.

Thank you.

You may have a major development, Donald.

I've learned that when Commander Nordhoff was on the mainland, he went to

see Erica Waldron. The wife of Lieutenant Waldron? Yeah.

And it wasn't a casual visit, either. He went 100 miles or so out of his way to

do it.

Hmm. Record says she's a hospital patient.

Yeah, in a Pendler Medical Clinic in Costa May.

Poor thing is in a coma.

They're not away for several months.

What's she doing in a private clinic when she can have free medical care in a

naval hospital?

I intend to ask Lieutenant Waldron exactly the same question. Also, if he

knows the reason for Nordoff's visit.

Any news on this end?

Well, we've got business files coming from Washington.

Fine. Ask the good news.

Okay. Lay it on me, Donald.

In the last 24 hours, the security files are penetrated again.

I'd like to wire a dozen anthuriums with a message, please.

You'll find the message blanks right over there, sir.

Thanks.

There you are.

Thank you, sir.

That'll be $10, please.

This will get out right away.

It's fine.

Are you sure, Commander?

No doubt.

Those files were penetrated. On what evidence?

Well, right after we ran our security test.

You suggested that the system be tightened.

Chae Fong came up with something.

What have you got, Chae?

I dusted the top secret files with phosphorescent powder.

Same thing we used on the 5-0 files when we thought we had a security leak.

And after you left for San Diego, we went back to look at the file.

Under an ultraviolet light. And here's what we found, Chae.

Microfish card number nine.

As you can see, it's been handled with gloves.

Those are finger marks, not fingerprints.

Now, here's an enlargement of one of the items on the card.

It's the latitude of the downed satellite.

And no one admits to having touched the card after it was chemically treated.

Who had access?

Just Waldron and one other staff member he authorized to put a new card in the

safe. Who was that?

Marsha Bissell.

She came back to work yesterday.

She came back so soon?

She said her doctor okayed it, and he did, Steve. We checked it out.

Just those two. No one else had access.

Well, plus the three of us who physically moved the files.

I suppose, strictly speaking, that makes us suspect, too, huh?

I thought you'd like to know that I saw your wife in the mainland yesterday.

You went to the hospital? Yes.

And how is she?

Unfortunately, the same.

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

Yes, I know.

I wonder, wouldn't it be more convenient to have her transferred to Triplett?

Well, I have thought of that, but Dr. Pendler seems to think that it would be

too dangerous to move her at the moment.

I see.

Were you with her at the time of the accident?

No.

I had already been transferred here to Hawaii.

She stayed behind, you know, to kind of wind up our affair, sell the house, that

sort of thing.

I was here at Fick Pack when I got word that her car was hit.

So I got on a plane immediately.

Your loyalty to her is evident, Lieutenant.

You do what you have to, sir.

I, uh, I wasn't the only one to visit her this week. Oh?

Who else?

Commander Nodor.

Emil went to see her, man.

Yes, have you any idea why?

Well, it would have been strange if he hadn't.

Emil and I were, uh, friends.

Close friends while I was working at the 11th Naval District Headquarters.

As a matter of fact, uh... She's a hell of a good putter.

Commander, these questions, is this what you call an interrogation?

Interrogation is usually formal questioning, Lieutenant.

We have a list of suspects and you're one of them.

I see.

Until Commander Nordhoff's killer is apprehended and our security leak is

plugged, there'll be lots of questions, formal and informal.

Thank you. You're welcome.

This afternoon, you're all the guests of Rear Admiral Thomas McNamara. He's the

commanding officer of the 14th Naval District here in Hawaii, and we do hope,

of course, to make your tour enjoyable as well as informative.

Coming up to you right now will be the USS Arizona and the Arizona Memorial.

In just a little bit, we will be stopping and letting you off on board

over there.

As we go by now, though, there is quite a bit of symbolism associated with the

memorial itself, I'd like to point out to you.

You'll probably notice, first of all, the way the memorial... Just sagging

right there in the very middle.

This represents our initial defeat here at Pearl Harbor.

And then the way that it rises out on both ends. That represents our final

victory in World War II.

Now if you look toward the back of the memorial, you'll see sort of a carved

window there.

The window was carved in the shape of the biblical tree of life.

There's also several large open windows in the middle.

If you count those, you'll find seven on this side.

Now there are seven more.

opposite side, seven in the top. That makes for a total of 21.

This represents a symbolic 21-gun salute for those men that gave their lives here

in Pearl Harbor that day.

So you can get some idea as to the size of the battleship, look off to either

side of the memorial and you'll see an orange buoy.

Thank you.

One half of our mission accomplished right under Commander McGarrett's nose.

There's still the second half, and my guy remains.

You'll impede us no more than did Commander Northam.

Come in.

Will you send the dossiers as soon as possible?

Sir, I have a letter for the commander.

How many are there?

On every man?

Shall I open it for you, sir? Give me a count.

Yes, go ahead.

Repeat that.

Just as we suspected, a pressure release fuse.

It's exactly the same in both bombs. No question about it.

Okay.

Now that we know what it is, who could make what?

Not difficult, Steve.

Any good technician?

I know one excellent technician.

Who's that?

The ex-Navy man.

Bissell, Marsha's father.

Have you seen his file?

No, it's not in from Washington yet.

But I found some men who served with Bissell in his old section.

And what was that?

Underwater demolition.

Huh.

What is he doing now?

Airport security guard. So his buddies informed him. Steve?

Yeah, Don.

Something just came up in connection with Fessler, the Nordhoff courier.

May not mean much, but you wanted me to get the fine print on everyone. Yes, let

me have it.

I ran a routine check at the base where he used to be stationed, Arlington,

Virginia. Seems he had a choice between a nonstop flight to Honolulu and one

that laid over in San Diego for six hours.

He took the layover flight.

Nobody knows why.

Check him out on that, Dan. I'll see what he says about that one. Right.

Sam Bissell? Yeah.

McGarrett, we've met before.

You're a Navy investigator, I know.

I understand that you were in demolitions.

Does that make me suspect?

No more than a couple of hundred others in your section.

Well, then get off my back.

How come 21?

How come that lopsided number of years at the time of your retirement?

Is it all a gazette?

It's the law of probability.

They're 20-year men and 30-year men, but 21 would indicate to me sudden change in

plan.

You better change in plans.

I want it out.

Why, have a grudge of it?

Stop kidding me, mister.

You've seen my file, you know all the answers.

But you come here, you play your little game, you see what I might say.

Not so.

I'm waiting for your files to arrive from the mainland. I'd just like to...

Hear your answer now.

And I'd like a 20-room house in Kahala.

Look, Mr. Bissell, a man has been killed here, and I've almost been totaled

myself, so you better believe I've got a personal stake in this case.

I've got a personal stake in this job.

You coming here treating me like this isn't helping any.

Nobody's trying to foul your job or cause you any embarrassment. I don't

care what you're trying to do.

I'm out of the Navy now.

You can't touch me.

As a matter of fact, I don't even have to talk to you.

Starting now, I think that is a hell of a good idea.

We had some great winters back there.

I'll tell you the truth, though, I really go for this climate here.

Yeah.

That why you applied for a transfer?

One of the reasons.

How long did it take you to fly out here, Captain?

11 hours, more or less.

Is that with or without laying over in San Diego?

Without.

Why didn't you fly straight through?

No through flights available.

I understand there were.

Hey, what is this, a cross-examination?

I had a little time before reporting here.

I thought maybe a little sightseeing.

I'd never seen San Diego before.

I heard they had a marvelous zoo. It won't work, Captain.

You know San Diego like the back of your hand.

You were stationed there from 68 to 72.

Now, why the six-hour layover?

Is this in confidence?

I mean, anything not pertaining to the investigation.

Guaranteed, if it's not.

I've got a friend, a lady.

I've known her since 70, ever since being stationed there.

I stop off and see her sometimes.

This time.

Look, I've got a great wife, great kids.

I'm not interested in rocking the boat.

It's just another part of my life.

I'll have to have her name.

It'll be handled discreetly.

Sandy.

Sandy Cavanaugh.

140 San Leon Street.

Apartment 10B.

Discreetly.

I promise, Captain.

Excuse me. I told you.

Missiles fired, came in from Washington, then disappeared off Waldron's desk.

What?

All right, Waldron.

What happened?

Sir, I don't know what to say. The Bissell file came in by pouch at 12.02.

I was holding it here on my desk for you. I went out for 15... You went out?

What do you mean, you went out?

Sir, there was a message for the admiral marked urgent rush.

I took it to sink pack fleet myself.

Who took your station while you were gone?

Chief Collins.

You want me, Lieutenant?

We're trying to pin down the time that file got away.

Did you see it on the desk?

I don't remember it, sir. It was there.

It might have been there, sir, but I didn't notice.

Did you see any section where it could take things out of the message basket

while you were on watch?

Yes, sir. They're coming up all the time, taking things out, putting things

in. Can you remember who?

Well, don't tell me I missed some excitement for a change.

It's not over yet.

Your father's file just got up and walked away.

At least it didn't blow up.

Did you expect it to, Ensign Bissell?

Ma'am, the telephone is for you.

All right.

I want this whole section sealed off until the search is complete.

Yes, sir.

I want every outgoing envelope doubly inspected. Yes, sir.

And I want to see what's in that message basket right now. Yes, sir.

Don't strain your ears, Mr. Williams.

All telephone calls in and out of this section are taped by federal court

order.

Yes, I know.

Sir, that thing wants to see you. Thank you.

Lieutenant, this arrived today by an entirely different route.

Luckily, it remained intact.

The longitude of the downed satellite.

Now, this plus the earlier stolen information could enable someone to

locate the satellite before we do.

It must not happen, Commander.

Yes, sir.

McGarrett was seen at the airport.

What time?

12.22.

Obviously, he escaped the bomb.

Obviously.

No cause for alarm.

We'll put our contingency plan into operation.

One way or another, McGarrett will be stopped.

Say this only once, McGarrett, so listen good.

Just a minute. There seems to be some noise here. Can you hang on a moment?

All right, go ahead.

Go to the Wailuku National Bank, island of Maui.

Investigate all new accounts within the last six months.

How do I know that this isn't a...

How do you read that?

Maybe worth a half hour's flight to find out.

Yeah, maybe.

Get out to Barber's Point. I'll have a chopper waiting for you. Right.

And then, Dano, bring me some Maui potato chips, will you?

Sure.

Get me Barber's Point base up, please.

Lieutenant.

Yes, just one passenger, a civilian.

We'll have it cleared with fleet operations.

Come in.

He'll be returning this evening.

Sit down.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Some things aren't easy, Commander, especially when they involve the guilt

of another person.

Somebody you've trusted.

When I was searching for the Bissell file, I found this.

Looks like the original note of the letter.

No, sir.

Just the envelope.

The original contents were either destroyed or stolen.

But we now know one thing for certain, and that is that the switch for the

letter bomb was made inside my section.

It'll certainly appear that way, Lieutenant.

That's not all, sir.

It's where it was found.

Behind the file cabinet, on the route between my desk and Nordhoff's office.

As fond as I am of Marsha Bissell, I must regretfully conclude that she's

guilty.

We're in the same profession, Commander.

You don't have to pull your punches with me.

All right.

A missing envelope.

The one addressed to Nordhoff, the one that Fessler brought here from San

Diego, was found behind a filing cabinet between Lieutenant Waldron's desk and

Nordhoff's office.

That's the route you took.

Therefore, I switched the letters?

Is that the conclusion?

Well, let's say a considered possibility.

Well, I can't really blame you for that.

In your place, I'd consider myself a prime suspect, too.

In my place, what would you do about it?

I'd give the suspect a chance to clear the air.

And possibly herself.

All right. Go ahead. I'd like nothing better.

One file borrowed and returned.

Let me tell you...

Why he left the service.

It was a deal to avoid prosecution for theft.

Not money.

Nothing so exotic.

A hand-powered drill, a couple of coils of copper wire, a few things for his

tool shop at home.

Dishonest? Yes.

Unforgivable, of course, but hardly grand larceny.

But stolen government property nonetheless, huh?

I see that Commander Nordhoff conducted the investigation.

He suggested the deal.

No prosecution if Dad agreed to retire early.

That was very, very hard for Dad.

He really loved the Navy.

But he felt that Nordhoff forced him out, huh? No, I'm afraid that motive

won't work.

Dad was grateful to Nordhoff for sparing him the ordeal of a court-martial.

Of course, so was I.

Then why did you take the file?

Tomorrow.

Borrowed can be a euphemism for stealing, can it? It has to do with

Dad's job at the airport.

It's a temporary appointment.

It could become permanent if things work out.

When I saw that you'd sent for his file, I was afraid it might ruin his chances.

So... I took it to my room to look at it.

That's all.

I plan to return it right away.

I can understand your motive, Vincent.

But I'll have to make a report about this for the file. You understand that?

Of course.

I expected you would.

Amor would have done the same thing.

Time hasn't changed anything, has it?

The lights may dim, but I guess they never go out completely.

Let me show you something.

Where was this taken?

On the mainland, I think.

May I borrow it?

Of course.

I won't press charges.

Thank you.

Commander McGarrett? Yes.

Telephone. Oh, thank you. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Commander McGarrett.

Steve? Yeah, Dano.

That Maui tip was right. A new account, $20,000, opened last month in the name

of Sam Bissell.

Sam Bissell got $20,000 for what?

It could be a joint venture.

The account was opened in his name by a woman.

Did you get a description of the woman?

Yes. Could be his daughter.

Well, it's open and shut as far as I'm concerned.

Father and daughter working together as co-conspirators.

She has access, he has motive.

His bitterness against the Navy.

Maybe she has motive, too. Yes, her relationship with Nordhoff.

But here's something that she cannot explain.

The letter that she switched on the way to Nordhoff's office.

There's only one trouble with that theory.

Her prints aren't on the letter.

What do you mean, her prints aren't on the letter? They're not on it. Captain

Newhart? Yes. Lieutenant Waldron? Yes.

Marsha Bissell?

No. Still, that doesn't prove anything or disprove anything.

We've had lots of felony convictions where the prints never showed up. Yeah,

Dana, but there's something else wrong with the commander's theory.

Okay, you've switched this with a bomb, right? You've stolen the contents. Now,

what'd he do with the envelope?

You could burn it, you could put it in a shredding machine, but to throw it

behind a cabinet would be just plain stupid, and that, Marsha Bissell, is

not.

Lieutenant. Commander. Sir.

We have a question about this envelope you found.

Certainly. You said you handed it to Ensign Bissell?

Yes, sir.

Her prints weren't on it. Can you explain that?

Yes, sir, I can. She wears gloves quite a bit. She was wearing them that day.

I see. You're sure of that?

Quite sure.

As fond as I am of Marsha Bissell, I must regretfully conclude that she's

guilty.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You said that since the leak, all incoming and outgoing calls are taped?

That's right.

I'd like all of Lieutenant Waldron's tapes.

Every call that he's made or received, and I'd like them right away.

All right, now back to September 8th, please.

Thank you for calling, Captain. I appreciate it.

We're very concerned about your wife.

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

I made the dinner reservation for 7 o'clock.

I visit her as often as I can.

Gentlemen, I believe I have found some important evidence. Now, I think it'll

be clear in a moment why I asked Dr. Bickman to join us. Please, come over

here.

Now, these are excerpts, fragments of Lieutenant Waldron's conversation, taken

from Navy tapes over a period of time. Please, throw it.

The first one, Lieutenant Waldron, September the 9th at 1040.

I visit her as often as I can.

Second one, Lieutenant Waldron, September the 12th at 1500.

Yeah, I made the dinner reservations for 7 o'clock. Great.

I'll tell you all about San Diego.

How's Erica?

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

Stop it, please.

All right, going back to September the 3rd at 1200.

This is Lieutenant's call to military airlift command to request space on a

flight to San Diego.

Let's see. We've got one going tonight at 20, 100 hours.

That should be fine.

It looks pretty tight.

You on emergency leave, Lieutenant?

My wife's condition is critical.

I visit her as often as I can.

OK, turn it off.

Different days, different hours, different situations, yet The

phraseology is exactly the same.

Not just on the tapes you heard, but time and time again.

Now, I myself have heard him use the same phrase on two different occasions.

As fond as I am of Marsha Bissell, I must regretfully conclude that she is

guilty. Not a word, not an inflection changed.

How do you account for that, Doctor?

Most unusual.

It could be a memorized scenario, a mental disorder characterized by

compulsive behavior or hypnotic suggestion.

You mean hypnosis could do that to a human mind?

Or narco-hypnosis. That's chemically induced.

How does narco-hypnosis work?

A trance state is achieved through drugs.

A post-hypnotic suggestion is given.

At a signal, the subject responds in a specified way, always the same way to

that signal.

It could account for patterns such as these.

Could it also account for a man stealing classified documents over a period of

time? Not of his own volition, but under someone's control?

Yes, but the hypnosis would need reinforcement, repetition.

I see.

All right. A theory, gentlemen.

A wild one, I admit it, but a theory.

Suppose that Lieutenant Waldron's wife was never in that accident at all.

Suppose that after Waldron came back to Hawaii, his wife was kidnapped, put

under drugs, and held captive in that California clinic.

Held captive for one reason, so that when Waldron visited her, he could be

narco-hypnotized, sent back to Hawaii to follow instructions.

Now, is that possible, Doctor?

Yes, it is.

You're assuming the clinic is a phony. Oh, no, not at all. No, it would have to

be real. They would have to take in legitimate patients as a cover.

But with a front like that, it would cost millions.

Commander, how much is it worth to an enemy to have a mole deep planted in U

.S. Naval intelligence, an officer whose mind and behavior they could control?

I thought that under hypnosis...

You can't force somebody to do something against their will. In a sense, that's

true, but you'd be surprised what is and what isn't against your will.

Deep, comfortable, relaxing sleep.

Responding only to the sound of my voice.

He's in a fairly deep hypnotic trance.

Can you hear me, Williams?

Soon you will open your eyes.

You'll see a man who appears to be Steve McGarrett, but he is an enemy agent in

disguise.

When he leaves this room,

he will press a button that will bring destruction to 12 American cities.

Millions of lives will be lost.

Only you can prevent that from happening.

Open your eyes, Williams.

You see him?

Yes.

Putting a gun in your hand, you can save those American cities now.

You may close your eyes now, Williams.

I will count backwards from five to one.

When I reach the number one, you will be fully awake and fully comfortable.

You will remember only what you wish to remember.

Five, four, three, two, one.

I know.

What happened, Steve? What is it?

I'll be able to blackmail you for the rest of your life.

Thanks, Doc.

Mr.

Garrett. Yeah.

The California Highway Patrol has a record on the accident.

The time and the date, and that's all.

When they arrived on the scene, the victim was already on the way to the

hospital. You mean they found a wrecked car, but no evidence that Erica Waldron

was in the wreck? Right.

Only the word of the doctor.

Dr.

Leon Pendler. Yeah, I met him in Costa Mesa.

You know, a funny thing, when I talked to the officer, Sergeant Doheny, he said

to me, how many times you want us to dig up this thing for you guys?

Something like that.

Wait a minute.

If he said something like that, isn't it obvious that somebody else has been

digging?

Nordhoff, maybe?

Could that have been what was in the pouch that Nordhoff sent you with

Fessler? You mean Erica Waldron's accident report?

Yeah, exactly.

I can see Nordhoff going to the site, making a minute examination of the

wreckage, and then coming to exactly the same conclusion that we've come to here.

That Erica Waldron was not in the car.

Yeah, that Erica Waldron was not in the car.

Gentlemen, I think we're going to make an arrest.

Let's go.

I'll have my men standing by.

Avenue House.

Captain Commander McGarrett, I'm calling from Pearl.

Hello, Commander. How's the case going?

We're close to an arrest, sir, but before we move, I want to protect the

life of Erica Waldron.

She's a patient at the Pendler Medical Clinic in Costa Mesa.

We have reasonable cause to believe that the clinic is a front for an espionage

ring and that the woman's life is in danger.

Well, we'll get her out of there.

We'll work with civilian police on this.

And good luck on the arrest. Thank you, sir.

Yes. Right away.

Crystal and daughter both arrested.

It would seem that our contingency plan is working extremely well.

Everything cool?

Mm-hmm.

Ice cream and an igloo.

Oh, look, there's a call coming in from Guam at 1600.

Let Captain Butler know as soon as he gets here. Okay.

And, uh... That's it.

Okay, I've got it. May I relieve you, sir? See you later.

Lieutenant Radford.

Waldron.

For you.

Lieutenant Waldron here.

Pearl... city dry cleaners specializing in men's and women's

uniforms.

Army, Navy, Coast Guard, Marines.

Your order is ready to be picked up.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Yes, sir. I'll take care of that right away.

Mr. Whistle, what the hell did you bring us here for?

There's nothing to be concerned about. You're not under restraint of any kind.

In fact, you're free to leave anytime you wish.

But I'm asking that you don't, at least not for the next four or five hours. I

don't know what the hell you're talking about. It is important for someone to

think that you were arrested.

Now, once thinking that, we're hoping that they'll play out a scheme. Now, a

scheme in which we're convinced that you have had no part.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I do know that I'm walking out of

here now and I'm taking my daughter with me.

Don't forget your bank account.

Know what?

$20,000 in your name, a deposit made at the time that secrets were being stolen

from this base.

The money delivered to the bank by a woman who looked like your daughter.

I never saw this before.

You're trying to frame me. That's exactly the point I'm trying to make.

Somebody is trying to frame you. Frame you because you're available, because

you're vulnerable.

You're the perfect patsy.

What we're trying to do is clear your names.

Now please, sit down.

See that they're comfortable.

Dean.

Yeah, Denner, what do you got?

It's back from the photo lab.

Looks like your hunch was right.

Large men of Nordorf alone and large men of Nordorf and Waldron together.

You can see both Nordorfs are exactly the same.

The lab man says this one's been doctored.

Yeah, to make us think that Nordorf and Waldron were pals.

To provide us a reason for Nordhoff's visit to the clinic where Erica Waldron

is kept.

Anything. Anything to throw us off the track.

Like the bank account in Maui? The envelope we found behind the filing

cabinet? Yeah. Each move made with faultless timing.

Precision craftsmanship.

Dano, I'm beginning to see a fine hand in this.

The hand of a master spy.

Wofat. Yeah, Wofat.

Thank you.

Climo, under arrest.

Give me your hand.

One down, three to go.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You're safe to use.

I, uh, I can't believe that what I did actually caused the man's death.

I can't believe I brought them secrets.

Well, according to Dr. Bigman, you didn't consciously.

That's why you won't be prosecuted.

The call from the dry cleaning shop each time was the signal that triggered you

into hypnosis.

Till the Navy shrink unscrambled your brain.

You were completely under their control.

Look, uh, what about Eric?

We've taken steps to protect him. We should be hearing something any time.

Emergency patient just brought in, doctor.

From where? Route 62 near Mission Creek.

Auto accident.

No sign of trauma.

No bone deformity.

But he's in a coma.

There's a drop.

And there's the pickup. Guess who?

Tell me.

Mr. Chong.

Okay, Dono.

Remember now, we don't make a move against Wofat or his men until Erica

Waldron is safe.

Dano, you stick with the woman. We'll take John.

Right.

Need a lift?

No, thanks.

You got one anyway.

Now what?

Nothing we can do until we hear from San Diego.

Nothing.

McGarrett to Colwyn.

McGarrett to Cape Colwyn.

Get up steam, stand by. Do you read me?

Okay, McGarrett.

Are you ready? Yeah, this is McGarrett. I read you.

Roger, Newhouse here.

The Waldron woman is rescued.

Repeat, the Waldron woman is rescued.

We are now moving in on the clinic.

Dino, get a chopper and head off to sea flight.

265. All right, steady on 265.

Takes the boat. Turn it inside out, find Wolf back.

I see your boss left you holding the bag.

Where is it? There's nothing on him.

What do you mean, nothing on him? Where's the envelope?

No envelope, nothing.

It's impossible. He's been under surveillance ever since the pickup.

Where is it?

Where is Roe Fatt?

You want to spend the rest of your life in jail?

Where is he?

Taxi.

Taxi? There was no one else in that taxi.

You mean he was driving that taxi? Yes.

And you passed him the envelope in the taxi?

Yes.

I've got the license number. I'll put out a bulletin on it. Don't waste your

time. If I know that old fox, he's on his way out of the islands by now.

Yeah, with the map.

Yeah.

Yeah, with the map.

And if he follows it...

Down to the smallest details.

Who's going to come up someplace in downtown Shanghai?

After all of this, you're telling me that the map is a fake, huh?

It's a phony.

Thank you.