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Zulu
Thank you.
Yes. He's been hit by a car.
The suitcase.
Stay with him.
Stay with it.
Like glue.
It's all right, Mr. Amok. You're doing fine.
You were hit by a car. No broken bones. No serious injuries.
My things.
I had my things. In the closet, safe and sound.
That's not a good idea, Mr. Ambach.
Sir!
Sir, please, please, you must come back to bed.
Mr. Ambach, please, you must... Let me go!
Cyanide. Duke.
I want to stake out of all four rooming houses if he shows it should be within
24 hours.
Right.
Steve, I've got a strange one.
A man was hit by a car at the airport.
He wakes up at Honolulu General and kills himself with a cyanide pill.
With a cyanide pill?
He was looking for something in the suitcase.
Couldn't find it.
We figure it was this.
He had it locked up in the hospital safe along with his watch and money.
What is it?
Nobody knows, but look at those markings.
Russian, huh? Who was the guy?
We found a hotel reservation slip in his pocket.
Timur Ambak, 54 Woodland Drive, Seattle, Washington.
I've got a telex into Seattle now requesting background.
Also, P.D. sheets and a complete set of prints are on their way to central file.
Okay, Dano, stay with it. This could be military hardware.
Chin, get on the horn to the hospital. A 5-0 request that they ice that body. No
word to the media about this case, not about the suicide, not anything, till
they hear from us.
Arrived in Hawaii when?
Yesterday morning, 9.17 a.m. What is it, Pete?
It's one-fifth of something very deadly.
A missile.
A missile?
From the markings, I'd say a Russian SAM, surface-to-air missile, sometimes
called a strela weapon.
Let me show you something, Steve.
This is a drawing of our red-eye weapon.
Works very much like the strela.
The missile operates on a heat-seeking principle.
Holds in on the engine.
It corrects itself in flight.
These things are nightmares, Steve.
Didn't the Arabs use these against the Israelis?
Yes, in the Sinai.
You say what we found is one-fifth of a missile.
Right.
So we can presume that four other parts may be coming in. Why stop at four? Four
other parts?
Who can say they're just assembling one missile?
So what have we got?
An unknown number of handheld missiles being brought into Hawaii to bring down
a plane or planes?
Where and why?
I can't tell you that, Steve.
But I suggest an immediate screening of all incoming luggage.
We'll need the cooperation of the FAA.
They won't give us any trouble.
I'll be in touch.
Asian male, age approximately 40, calls the death cyanide poisoning self
-administered. Verified by post-mortem examination.
Thank you, Doc. What do you got there? A readout from the Seattle police.
Ambach. He ran a small camera shop for approximately 15 years and lived on the
premises.
He arrived in this country in the 1950s as a student from the Malay Peninsula.
Quiet man, no family, lived by himself.
Never known to have left the state of Washington until now.
That could be an agent's profile, Dano. They've been known to stay undercover
for 20 years till they needed an important assignment.
20 years of cover, loan to deliver this.
To whom?
If we knew that, we'd know the target.
Well there just might be a way of finding out.
Nathaniel Blake?
Yes, sir. McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
I have the honor to inform you that you've been picked by computer.
What I win? A trip to Hawaii?
A sense of humor, too.
Looks good, huh?
Except for the age.
Well, we'll put a little age on him one way or the other.
I understand you have top-secret clearance.
Yeah, I learned early to keep my mouth shut.
Graduated from Army Flight School?
That's right.
Your mother was Malaysian?
And my father, a Nebraskan preacher, which makes me pure Hawaiian.
Did your mother teach you her language?
Yes, and it gets better.
It gets better and better.
Come with us. We've cleared it with your commanding officer.
Blake, you've been selected for a very sensitive assignment.
Don't tell me I'm playing a Sky Masterson in the police department
production of Guys and Dolls.
And this is the doll.
Do you know what it is?
Piece of machinery.
Soviet.
Brought into Hawaii at 9.17 yesterday morning.
We think to link up with four other parts.
Together they'll form Estrella.
An L-sand missile.
What's the feedback from the hospital?
We're operating fully, Steve.
Nothing leaked about the suicide.
Any inquiries about Ambuk?
One guy's been around the hospital desk asking questions.
That figures.
Well, they haven't told him anything.
Not even the room number. Where is he now?
He's waiting out in the hospital parking lot. We got him, too.
Okay, we have to move fast. I want Officer Blake to look as much like Ambuk
as possible without the use of cosmetics, maybe some graying around the
hair.
And I want him to wear everything Ambuk wore.
Or exact replicas.
This way.
One thing, Mr. McGarrett.
A setup like this has to be for a pretty important target.
Any idea what?
No, but we've narrowed it down to 192 flights coming in and out of Hawaii
every day.
Maybe you can do better.
Mr. Jordan, I'd like you to meet His Excellency Poonlea Nock, the president
-in-exile of Campanesia, and his family.
Your Excellency, I'm honored.
How do you do?
Mr. Jordan is in charge of security.
I can assure you you'll be in excellent hands.
Thank you.
You realize the importance of this voyage, Mr. Jordan?
Not only for me and my family, but for the people who have elected me.
a people that have been crushed by dictatorship ever since we were forced
into exile.
We've taken all possible precautions.
You might want to review our security plan.
Thank you.
A commercial flight?
It'll draw the least possible attention.
Space reserve beforehand and fictitious names.
Playing close security men sitting in front of you and behind you.
We won't even board the aircraft until just before flight time.
Then tomorrow, it's home.
With just one stop, sir.
Honolulu.
Try these on.
Hey!
Wrong end of the milk bottle.
Yeah.
Well, we'll just use the frames, put in some plain glass or a mild
magnification.
What did M. Buck have in his pockets?
All here, Steve.
Wallet, keys, hotel reservation at the Ili Kai, a comb, a half a package of
mints, and a piece of a jigsaw puzzle.
Good luck, John.
Who knows?
You may need it.
Any scars or other identifying marks that have to be matched?
Just one, Danny. A gold tooth on the left side of his mouth.
And you came to Seattle to study what?
Chemistry.
Degree?
Bachelor of Science.
What then?
I opened a photo shop.
Woodland Drive.
I lived there, too.
With whom?
No one. I lived alone.
Be careful of that one.
Seattle PD found a picture of a woman near his bed.
They've got no make on her.
At exactly 8.05 a.m., you'll check in at the Ilikai where Handbook had a
reservation. Now, we'll have the entire area staked, hoping that sooner or
later... Someone comes for that Strela part.
Now, you'll take your cue from whoever makes contact.
Play it straight, right down the line, Nat.
Who wants a smile?
That's beautiful.
Oh.
We got one more bass to touch.
He's just been discharged from the hospital. He looks okay.
The suitcase?
Yes, with him. Big as life.
Is he wearing the black suit, cream shirt and striped tie?
Yes.
And the gold-rimmed glasses.
Let me know when he checks into the hotel.
Yes, sir.
Timur Ambak.
I was supposed to check in two days ago.
We still have your room, Mr. Ambak.
Red desk.
I'll carry that.
Room 455, please.
Follow me, sir.
Oh. Thank you.
To the ticket counter. That's the wrong way out.
Hey, I'm going back to the mainland, man. What's up, Lovac?
Hey, I told you, I'm going back to the mainland.
Let's go, fella.
Relax. That new baggage screen at the airport is for narcotics.
Yes? Timur.
Timur, this is Evelyn. Remember me?
Well, I really couldn't blame you if you didn't. It's been a long time.
No, I was a friend of your darling wife.
Poor thing, I still can't believe she's gone.
Listen, I'm downstairs in the lobby. Are you decent?
I'd love to come up and say hello.
Sure. I'm in room 455.
You're Lonnie speaking.
I just got a call from a woman in the lobby.
Says her name's Evelyn.
She's headed up to the room now.
Good. I spotted her.
Danny. Chin.
Someone just contacted Blake.
A woman.
Around five, six, maybe 40 years old.
Big hat, green and white dress.
10-4.
You haven't changed a bit. And you must say the same thing about me or I shall
never forgive you, darling.
Oh, I see you've eaten your pineapple.
Good. I had them send it up to you.
And now you're wondering how I knew you were here.
Well, I'm on a sort of welcome wagon committee. It's a glad hand to the
visiting VIPs, if you know what I mean.
When I saw your name on the registry, I said, Stephanie, Stephanie, send a
pineapple up to room 455.
Biggest and the best you've got.
You are coming out to our place for the weekend.
If you want me to.
Want?
Want is hardly the word for it.
You know that Harold would never take no for an answer.
You don't have to bring very many things with you.
We have everything out there that you could possibly need.
Just a few things in an overnight bath.
Of course.
I'll get my pack.
Room 456, please.
We'll be leaving in exactly five minutes.
Thank you.
Suitcase and all.
McGarrett.
Steve, Danny.
A woman made contact with Blake.
They left the hotel with the suitcase.
I'm in pursuit.
Chin is heading back to the shop.
Good, good, Dano. Be careful. If you need a backup, notify.
We've got two members of the Strela Ring under surveillance.
Beautiful.
Where is your place?
You'll see.
I see you found him.
Harold, this is Timor Ambuk, a dear friend from Seattle.
Not a Jalan Baik, ah?
Yeah, Jalan Baik. Trima kasih.
Splendid. I hear you were in some sort of accident.
Yes, at the airport.
Nothing serious.
I was released this morning.
Good. Well, make yourself at home. Food, drinks.
Anything you don't see is either extinct or fattening.
Darling, I thought for the wine tonight. Pomar, six to seven? Well, that would be
lovely.
Thank you.
um
Welcome to the CLF.
Williams,
5-0. I want a radio patch.
Yeah, Dono.
Steve, I think we've been had.
Pilgrim 12, this is Pilgrim 1. I read you loud and clear. Over. Wild turkey
passing over Grand Canyon at 2214 hours Greenwich time.
Repeat.
Wild turkey passing over Grand Canyon at 2214 hours Greenwich time. Nerve center
of Operation Turkey Shoot.
Pardon me?
A glorious day, Mr. Rambach.
Thanks to you.
Where are we now?
I'm passing over Los Angeles.
We're right on schedule.
Los Angeles.
Pilgrim 1, Pilgrim 1.
This is Pilgrim 10. Come in, Pilgrim 1.
Over. Pilgrim 10, this is Pilgrim 1. Go ahead. Over.
Position Wild Turkey.
Verified over Movie City.
23.07 hours Greenwich time.
Over. Uh, roger.
Out.
What's all this for? Special baggage inspection, miss, if you'll get in line.
But I'm not coming from a foreign country.
It doesn't matter, miss. Please get in line.
Miss, that's the bed.
Be back in a minute.
I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to come with me.
Who are you?
We know this is one of five Strela parts that together make up a handheld
missile.
To be delivered where?
For what target?
OK, honey.
We'll know about you soon enough. Your prints are on the way to the mainland
right now by Telfax. We should get a readout in minutes.
It may interest you to know that we picked up your contact at the airport.
He was carrying a missile projector, the old-fashioned kind.
It's called a 38-caliber Colt.
Unlicensed, of course.
So he'll be going away for a long, long time.
But you, you can still help yourself.
Get them from Central Files.
Carmen Hewitt, San Francisco.
Arrest record for bombing, arson, gun running. All for radical causes.
Most recent known affiliations, CLF.
Camponesian Liberation Front.
Who was this intended for? Somebody from Camponesia?
Duke, the lady is cold.
Help.
This what you're looking for?
Pilgrim 8, this is Pilgrim 1. Go ahead. Over.
Position Wild Turkey. Estimated longitude 140 degrees.
Latitude 28.5. Over.
Roger. Out.
It's been a long day.
Someplace where I can take a nap.
Oh, yes, of course. One flight up. First door on your left.
Thank you.
If you need anything, just call.
Number two complete.
Do you have any trouble?
Wild Turkey.
Estimated one hour, Honolulu. Tell Hilo to stand by.
Repeat. Wild Turkey. Estimated one hour from Honolulu.
Dispatch to McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.
McGarrett. Steve, this is Blake.
I'm in a chopper. I just escaped from the strelo ring.
They call themselves ZLF.
Yeah, we found that out. Do you know the target?
Negative. They've got a code name for it. Wild Turkey.
I know it left New York at 12 noon Eastern Standard Time.
I'm Eva of Waimanalo, just over... Blake?
Blake!
Okay, but keep at it.
Coast Guard team is searching Waimanalo Bay, but so far no sign of the chopper.
Did the tower get a radar fix?
No.
You call to Jonathan Kaye. Radio and scramble.
Put it on speaker, Jenny.
Jonathan? Hello, Steve. What's up?
We've got what appears to be an assassination plot against some VIP who
left New York at 12 o'clock Eastern Standard Time for Hawaii.
Jonathan, do you hear me?
Well, it looks as though you've stumbled onto something, Steve.
What can you tell me about it?
It's a UN operation, highly classified.
I'm not even supposed to know about it. Our people had nothing to do with it.
Jonathan, we have an emergency here, and there are lives at stake.
All right.
All right, I'll take the responsibility.
but only for you and your team.
That's agreed.
Go. They departed Trans-Pacific flight 906 for Honolulu.
They were supposed to refuel and then head for the Asian continent.
Who departed?
President in exile of Camponesia and his family.
Thank you, Jonathan. We'll be in touch.
There's no way that flight can be turned back now.
It's long past the halfway point.
You said that missile range was effective at two to three miles. Right.
That means it could be fired from anywhere within this line of approach.
So we'll have to protect this corridor with everything we have.
Get me the tower at Honolulu International.
Make sure Hilo gets the signal in exactly 20 minutes.
Transpacific 906, this is Honolulu Tower, over.
Honolulu Tower.
This is Trans-Pacific 906.
Go ahead.
We have an emergency here with possible danger to your aircraft and passengers.
Countermeasures have been worked out by police authorities.
I am turning you over to Steve McGarrett of Hawaii 5-0 for instructions.
Roger. Go ahead.
You have it over there. I'll keep other air traffic clear of him.
Go ahead, McGarrett. This is McGarrett speaking. We are changing your flight
plan. You will not touch down at Honolulu.
Repeat. You will not touch down at Honolulu.
Roger. You will be cleared for alternate destination at Hilo Airport on the Big
Island of Hawaii, and you will make a different approach.
McGarrett!
Hilo runway has just been closed.
Sabotaged. What do you mean, sabotaged? A fuel truck explosion burning debris
all over the place.
Kimo, can we put 906 in a holding pattern until we clear the airport at
Hilo? There's no way of telling how long that'll be. He's been flying almost 11
hours, Steve. He's close to minimum fuel.
Transpacific 906, this is McGarrett.
Transpacific 906, this is McGarrett. Come in, please.
This is Transpacific 906.
Go ahead.
Disregard.
Previous clearance for Hilo Airport.
Revert to original flight plan for landing at Honolulu International
Airport.
Confirm, please.
We read you, McGarrett.
I don't want to alarm you, but we've just been informed of a major security
alert on the ground.
People are taking countermeasures.
Thank you, and keep me informed.
Do not worry.
Pete, you said that the Strela works on a heat-seeking guidance principle.
Yeah.
Okay. Supposing something with heat were interjected between the missile and the
aircraft, would the missile be decoyed?
Well, it has been tried, but there's no guarantee it'll work.
Worth a try, isn't it?
You know damn well it is. But I'd feel a lot better if that missile never gets
off the ground.
Are any of your units equipped with, say, Icarus flares?
Our whole task force group.
Deploy them along the approach to the airport right now.
Flight 906 has turned into final approach, runway 8.
Okay. I want a report three miles from touchdown and each succeeding mile. Now
close the rest of the airport to all other traffic.
Right now.
Post
one,
all clear.
Host 2, all clear.
Ten miles from touchdown.
Task force units with flares take firing positions.
Joe, check that truck at 3 o'clock.
General, catering truck on the field, heading out for the... Runway.
Pursuing. Let's go.
Steve, truck heading out to the runway. Duke and Chinner after it. That must be
the CLF. Stop them.
Two and a half miles to touchdown.
All units, stand by to fire flares.
One mile to touchdown Fire flares
you
Welcome to Hawaii, Mr. President. Thank you.
How was your flight?
Very smooth.
Very smooth.
um
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