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And on your left, beautiful Bay of Hanauma,

which was once part of a seething volcanic crater.

One of several that erupted

along the eastern coast of the island

and on into the ocean.

Geologists tell us that the Hanauma crater

was protected from the ocean by a sea rim.

After the volcanic activity stopped

several thousand years ago,

ocean waves finally broke down the seaward rim,

and this magnificent bay was formed.

And one of the loveliest beaches on the island of Oahu.

And if you will follow me, ladies and gentlemen,

we'll have more interesting sights to see.

Everybody follow me this way, please.

He's carrying quite a load.

Hey there. You can't...

What have we got, Chin?

Trouble, boss. Big trouble.

Who is he? No identification on him.

Passengers on a tourist bus said

a man on a motorcycle lifted his wallet.

Any description on the cyclist?

Practically nothing.

He was wearing a helmet and a visor.

Anybody get a license plate? No.

What about H.P.D.?

Hello, McGarrett.

Good morning, doctor. Okay, let me have it.

You see before you a dying man.

Rare specimen, McGarrett.

Haven't seen one like it in 25 years of practice.

Hardly believe my own eyes.

All right, doctor. Come on, what is it?

Voodoo, poison dart?

What's the mystery?

I said rare, McGarrett.

Try bubonic plague.

Bubonic plague?

Are you absolutely sure?

Without question.

There's no telling how many people

he could have infected before he was found.

That's an assumption, doctor. True.

But an epidemic could sweep

these islands like wildfire.

What's the hospital doing?

Inoculating everyone they can find.

What about the passengers and driver of that bus?

Got them. But he could have

infected dozens before we found him.

That's a happy thought.

Have we found out who he is?

I tried, but got nothing.

Wanna ask him yourself?

Please.

My name is McGarrett. I'm with Hawaii Five-0.

Can you hear me?

What is your name, sir? Where do you live?

Can we have your name, sir, and where you live?

Try him, Chin.

What did he say, doc?

Sounded like "cap."

Here, try him again, Chin.

Get his name and address, will you?

Cap.

It's all you're going to get, McGarrett.

He's dead.

Cap?

Mean anything to you?

Nothing.

Contact the governor.

Tell him A-one priority.

Ask him to set up a meeting with Public Health Service,

FBI, H.P.D., Immigration, military.

Save me a seat.

Where was he found?

Hanauma Bay.

Let's go.

Anything, John?

We found the car.

Where? Over there.

Hello.

Hi, Danny. Did you check it?

Orders were to guard it.

I haven't gone any closer than this. Good.

Don't. Medical team is on the way.

In the meantime, nobody goes near it.

Nobody. Any registration? No, sir.

License?

McGarrett to Central.

Central headquarters.

Yeah. Run an R.O. on a '68 Mercury

four-door station wagon, light blue.

License number, uh, Baker-Sam-Ocean 496.

Repeat, Baker-Sam-Ocean 496.

I want the owner's name and address.

Emergency? Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Plague is a disease of wild rodents.

Of rats, squirrels, uh, mice, rabbits even.

It can be contracted by humans

either through handling an infected animal,

or through rodent fleas and lice, ticks.

Doctor...

can it be transmitted without contact?

Unfortunately, yes.

By a human parasite, or, in the case of

plague, uh, pneumonia,

through droplet infection.

Which brings us, I suppose,

to the question of treatment.

And first, strict isolation is mandatory.

Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Hello, Steve.

We're getting a briefing on plague

from Dr. Kemp of Public Health.

Doctor. Steve McGarrett, head of Five-0.

Would you like me to summarize, Mr. McGarrett?

No, I'll get a copy of the minutes.

Just one question, doctor.

Would you recommend chloramphenicol

or chlortetracycline in cases of plague?

Streptomycin is the drug of choice.

But the drugs you named

would be a valuable supplement.

You're well informed, Mr. McGarrett.

So was the dead man.

We found three capsules of each in his room.

You've identified him?

Harvey Fong. Age 42. Oriental. Photographer.

Lived up in Kamakee. One other question, doctor.

Are those drugs available without a prescription?

No. Why do you ask?

Because somebody treated Fong for plague

without reporting it to Public Health.

Well, if you're implying he was treated

by a qualified doctor, Mr. McGarrett,

I doubt it.

Why do you doubt it, doctor?

Because it would be irresponsible,

if not criminal.

Yes, it would.

Well, as I see it...

our problem is twofold:

One, treatment.

We must alert the public to the danger

without inciting a panic.

Doctor, you're in charge of that.

Two, prevention.

Now, I'm going to ask you gentlemen

to coordinate your efforts with Five-0.

Steve. Yes, sir.

Using Fong as our focal point,

we must work both ways.

Where did he contract it,

and who might have been infected by him?

Well, somebody lifted his billfold.

What are the thief's chances in a case like that, doctor?

Without treatment, very poor.

Now, in some epidemics, Mr. McGarrett,

the mortality rate has been known to reach 90 percent.

Did he mention any other complaints?

Dizziness.

Said he felt hot. - And cold.

At the same time.

Trouble hearing.

And breathing too.

Any history of anxiety in his family?

Only when I see a needle.

He worries a lot when

he breaks open a fortune cookie.

Well, his temperature's normal. So is his pulse.

And no... swelling in the glands either.

So what's your diagnosis, doctor?

Well, gentlemen... when is the last time

any of you had a good rest?

Well, the last time McGarrett

blew "Taps" was, uh... heh...

well... come to think of it...

And when was the last time any of you

had dinner... sitting down?

I thought so.

Well, you asked for my diagnosis.

In a word: fatigue.

We've been busy, doctor.

You've been running

24 hours a day, Mr. Williams,

And you're running yourselves

into the ground.

Take off your jackets. Roll up your sleeves.

If you won't take the advice I give you...

you'll take the protection I give you.

Your turn, Mr. Williams.

Thanks.

Hurt? Yeah.

Your turn, Kono.

Honestly, doctor... I feel fine.

Okay, we go on the assumption that it was imported.

That could mean a seaman,

tourist or an illegal alien.

Nearest active plague centers

are India, China, Burma and Java.

Kono, I want a list of ships that

made a port of call in Hawaii from any of those countries.

How far back?

Well, the incubation period is three to six days.

So two weeks should do it.

Anybody that's had it longer than that is dead.

She's on, Steve.

A new strain of virus,

causing uncomplicated... Chin.

Yeah, boss? I want that man on the motorcycle.

Work with H.P.D.

Okay.

Danno, pharmacies are yours.

Find out who's written prescriptions

for chloramphenicol, chlortetracycline.

Both of them together

should give you a good fix.

And finally, nobody mentions the word "plague."

Nobody.

How do we play it, Steve?

Well, maybe she can give us a clue.

To reduce the spread of this form of Asian flu

throughout the island requires early treatment.

I urge you to see your physician at once

if you have any of the following symptoms

of this infectious disease:

Chills followed by rapidly rising temperature

to usually 103 degrees.

The skin, hot and dry.

Pulse and respiration increasing.

Partial loss of hearing.

The lymph nodes larged and painful.

Pneumonia may result as a complication...

Daddy?

Daddy.

You've just heard a special report...

What's the matter? From Dr. Alexandra Kemp

of the Public Health Service. You don't feel good?

The noise woke me up. We now return

to our regularly scheduled program.

What noise, the TV?

At Mr. Chew's.

Somebody's pounding on the door. And shouting.

Oh, yeah? Well, let's go see.

Who's that, Daddy?

I don't know.

But you stay here, Kim.

You stay here.

Chew?

Chew?

Chew?

Mr. Chew!

You all right in there?

Chew?

Hey, Chew.

Hey, Chew, wake up.

All right, Tim, get on it right away, huh?

Yes, sir.

Tell me about him, hm?

Mr. Chew? Yeah.

I don't know him.

How long have you lived here, Mr. Jardine?

Me and the kid been living here for about three years,

ever since my woman walked out on us.

And you never met Mr. Chew?

Well, I've been sick for a long time...

but the kid knew him.

Is that right, son?

What do you mean, you don't know him?

He used to carve little boats

for you, didn't he?

You used to run errands

for him, didn't you?

I don't know what's wrong with this kid.

Both of you go into this house, Kemo?

No, sir. Just me.

My partner was covering the back.

All right.

Go down to Queen's Hospital. Take the neighbor and his boy.

Emergency entrance. Ask for Dr. Kemp.

Yes, sir.

Steve. Yeah?

Evidently he's been dead for a couple of days.

Like the other one?

Just like him.

Okay.

Danno. Yeah?

Any tie between Chew and Fong?

As far as we can determine, no connection.

Yet they both died of the plague.

And they both had contact with a guy on a motorcycle.

Yeah. He could be the carrier in both cases.

This guy Chew had enough contacts

to start an epidemic all by himself.

How?

He worked at the Hawaiian Institute of Technology.

Kim, now, this is gonna sting a little bit,

But you're tough, aren't you?

No.

Oh, yes you are. I know you are.

Ready?

Ready? Here we go.

Ah. Now, that wasn't bad, was it?

Yes, ma'am. I got your message, doctor.

You said urgent. Oh, Mr. Jardine

has some important information for you.

It seems my boy was paid to run an errand for somebody.

He didn't do it.

And we got to give back the money.

For Mr. Chew, Kim?

Yes, sir.

He was sick and couldn't go to work.

So he asked me to go over to the university for him.

He was the janitor there.

What did he want you to do, Kim?

He said there was a message for him in the parking lot.

I went there. Honest.

Which one, Kim?

I couldn't get the top off, Mr. McGarrett.

And Mr. Chew said not to let anybody know.

Okay.

Hello, Steve. Colonel.

Steve McGarrett, Five-0.

Professors Foley and Lasham.

I need some technical information, gentlemen.

Between the two of us,

we cover a rather broad spectrum of the scien...

McGARRETT: What's Canebrake?

I beg your pardon?

What's Canebrake?

Canebrake. What is it?

This is Canebrake.

Known only to Military Intelligence

and a few scientists.

It's a major breakthrough

in infrared sensory perception.

If it does everything the eggheads claim for it.

A night-sight detector? Right.

Being used in Vietnam?

Model T's are being used in Vietnam.

Those have to be super-cooled with liquid nitrogen,

and even then, the noise-to-signal ratio

is too low.

This baby is solid-state,

requires no cryogenic refrigeration...

and it'll pick up a warm body signal

of a tomcat at a hundred yards

in a pitch-black jungle.

If it field-tests, they'll miniaturize it

for use in helicopters.

You realize every specification

is top-secret.

Not anymore, Colonel.

Where did you get this?

How much does it give away?

With two preliminary sketches, you could build one.

We had our best security on this operation.

Have we been penetrated?

Colonel, you've been stabbed.

Cap Soledado, eh?

From Hong Kong.

One of 11 ships in port in the past two weeks

from plague centers.

She's under quarantine by Public Health Service.

Port Authority says no one is allowed aboard, boss.

No one.

Any passengers?

Yeah, one.

Shipping officials say someone named Horace Sibley.

Got a description.

Good. Get out an APB right away.

He may be more than a plague carrier.

What else?

A Red Chinese agent.

You called it, Steve. Turned only one combination

of chloramphenicol and chlortetracycline.

S and C Pharmacy on Mapalo Street.

Night delivery to this address.

Who wrote it?

A Dr. Leo Kuh.

Who lives here?

Mr. Shen Yu-Lan.

Yes?

We'd like to see Mr. Shen Yu-Lan, please.

He rarely sees strangers, except by appointment.

McGarrett and Williams, Hawaii Five-0.

I think he'll see us.

Please come in.

I am his nephew, Lewis Shen.

Will you follow me, please?

If you gentlemen will excuse me,

I will speak to my uncle.

My uncle will see you for five minutes.

Is your uncle sick?

Not at all.

Merely so old that his time is precious.

Somebody else in the house has been sick?

I was not aware of that.

That was a question, Mr. Shen.

How many people live here, Mr. Shen?

All matters concerning the family

must be handled...

by the head of the family.

Will you come this way, please?

Mr. Shen. McGarrett, Williams, Hawaii Five-0.

That is a branch of the state police, uncle.

Police.

Why do they come to my home?

Concerns a man named Harvey Fong.

Do you know him, sir?

No.

Then perhaps someone else in the family?

I will inquire when they gather this evening.

Well, for many reasons, we have to know now.

It's very urgent, sir.

Two prescriptions were filled

and delivered to this address

by the S and C Pharmacy on June 18th.

McGARRETT: Who was the medicine for,

and what was the nature of the illness?

The world has changed since I was young.

Then, an illness was the private affair

between a patient and his physician.

Is Dr. Kuh your physician?

McGARRETT: Dr. Kuh? Yes?

McGarrett, Williams, Five-0.

Oh, I got your telephone call. I'm sorry I couldn't wait.

I have an emergency.

So have we.

Do you have a patient in the house of Mr. Shen Yu-Lan?

Fourteen. Fourteen?

All relatives and patients.

You could say I'm the resident doctor.

I live there.

Mr. Shen is my grandfather.

Is there a problem?

You write these prescriptions?

I did.

Do you find something sinister about them?

Maybe. Who were you treating, and for what?

The cook.

Carbuncles on the cook.

Oh, I'm sorry you don't see the humor in it.

Neither did the cook.

You see,

the carbuncles were located in a very delicate area.

A very delicate area.

Hey. That was a terrible waste, man.

You could have sold it.

Or even given it to me.

Okay. Let's recap it.

A hollow post was used as a drop.

Chew was the cutout.

He's dead.

And he wouldn't have known

who left the messages anyway.

How do you figure the first victim, the photographer?

Part of the espionage network.

The man on the motorcycle

is probably the end of the line.

Maybe he was smuggled in here especially for this job.

Could be.

McGARRETT: Mr. Sibley.

What's this all about?

Sit down. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

About what?

What do you do, Mr. Sibley?

I'm an importer.

What do you import?

Oh, uh, I'm an importer

of, uh, Oriental art objects.

Not the flu.

From where?

Hong Kong mostly.

Really?

Why question it?

Well, I've seen lots of things from Red China

with phony Hong Kong labels.

You just came back from there, didn't you?

Yes.

Aboard the Cap Soledado?

Freighters are cheaper, you know.

How many passengers were there?

I traveled in solitary splendor.

Think it over, Mr. Sibley.

I was the only passenger.

Somebody aboard that ship had a contagious disease.

You might have been infected.

I never felt better in my life, but, uh...

thanks for worrying about me.

The incubation period is from three to six days.

What is it, some sort of tropical disease?

Bubonic plague.

Heh.

You must be joking.

No joke, Mr. Sibley.

Well, it, uh, can be treated, can't it?

We've had two victims so far.

Both are in the morgue.

Who else was on that boat?

Uh...

No one. Uh, you can check the passenger list.

McGARRETT: Then somebody was smuggled in. Who was it?

You certainly have a one-track mind, Mr. McGarrett.

I just told you... And I'm telling you.

There's a carrier of bubonic plague

loose on this rock, and he's a Red agent.

Tsk.

Well, assuming that you're right, uh...

do you have evidence that, uh...

That I had anything to do with it?

In the past year you've made six trips

between Hawaii and Hong Kong.

A requirement of my business.

And each time you've sailed aboard the Cap Soledado.

Oh, yes, and each time I smuggled in a Red agent.

We're working on that possibility.

Well, you work on it, Mr. McGarrett...

but I have nothing more to say.

I do.

You have five accounts in five different banks.

Is that normal for the importing business?

You better be careful.

I might sue you for invasion of privacy.

Where do you think you're going?

Well, you can't hold me.

I can't charge you, but I can hold you.

For what?

You were exposed to a contagious disease.

My duty to quarantine you. Take him, Chin.

What do you think, Steve?

Funny line about the flu. Yeah.

He knows a lot more than he told us.

But why the quarantine?

Besides, I want him available.

Horace Sibley's all we got to lead us out of a blind alley.

Mr. McGarrett, aren't you up early?

Late. How is she?

Not well enough for interrogation.

I think she'll make it.

Except for her clothes...

this is all she had on her.

It's been decontaminated.

Her fiancé.

Made in Canton.

Well, evidently that's where they started from.

The two of them were smuggled downriver

in the bilge of a rat-infested junk.

A floating plague center.

That where they contracted the disease?

Maybe. They were both taken aboard a freighter.

Cap Soledado?

Well, she didn't say.

And each was locked in a cargo case

with just enough food and water.

And the only thing that kept her going

was the promise they made

to each other that they'd meet onshore when it was safe.

What happened to the fiancé?

She didn't say.

She never saw him again.

What do you mean?

When they docked, and they brought her up from the hold,

naturally she asked about him.

And they told her he'd already left the ship.

You did a good job of interrogation, doctor.

She was delirious.

Did she give you his name? No.

But, you know, uh, she might have given it,

and I didn't pick it up,

because half the time

she was raving in Chinese.

She's awake now.

One question, doctor.

I want the name of her fiancé.

Steve.

How is she?

She's alive. She's gonna make it.

Good. Listen, we've got a homicide.

Man named Tompkins.

Shot and dumped into a canyon off Kalanianaole Highway.

Might have never been found,

but he wasn't quite dead.

Managed to drag himself back up to the highway before he died.

Any tie?

We found a motorcycle nearby.

Matches the description of the one we're looking for.

The carrier must have done it.

And that's what happened to her fiancé too.

I'll bet on it.

McGarrett.

The name of Amy's fiancé is Shen Lew.

Shen Lew?

Only in China. Turn it around.

Lewis Shen.

"I could hear the water against the bottom

"and rats scurrying past in the blackness.

"I crouched in the cargo box,

"blind as a creature who lives belowground.

"Day after day, I waited

"for the ship to reach Hawaii,

"and when it did,

"Shen Lew had already gone ashore.

"Now, honorable uncle of my fiancé,

"I am at last in Honolulu,

but alone and sick."

Nephew... you said nothing about a fiancé.

I merely befriended her, uncle,

while we were waiting to board.

The rest is untrue.

But... she is sick.

I'll check the hospitals.

Possibly there is some way I can help.

Lewis who?

Shen. Chinese.

Illegal immigrant from Canton.

Translation in your language,

20 years in prison.

Add Amy Soo, you get 40.

And of course they both said that they... paid me

to smuggle them into the islands.

Amy Soo did, by name and description.

You said she had the plague.

One of the lucky ones. She's gonna make it.

And she's gonna talk for the record.

You're trying to set me up, McGarrett.

Her family Hui paid you $25,000

to smuggle her into these islands.

That's your going rate, isn't it, Mr. Sibley?

That's the amount you've been depositing

in your various bank accounts several times a year.

It's about martini time, isn't it, McGarrett?

No chance.

My throat's a little dry, but...

I'll try talking.

Please do.

This is an intrusion.

I'm sorry, sir, but a necessary one.

Is your nephew Lewis at home?

No. Why do you ask?

We talked with him yesterday.

We think he just arrived from Canton, China.

The law prohibits immigration from China.

True, but people break the law.

It costs about $25,000 to smuggle an alien in.

A Hui can afford that.

A Hui is a family organization.

Many branches drawn together for a common good.

We do not break the law.

How old was your nephew when you left China?

Eight years old.

You were swindled, Mr. Shen.

Somebody else needed to run a spy in

and give him a cover.

Your nephew never made it this far.

He was murdered at sea.

The one who claims to be your nephew is an imposter.

This is what your nephew really looked like.

Another thing. He has bubonic plague.

And although the doctor's medication may have helped him,

he's still a carrier.

How could this be?

Well, we've put this together from a man we have in custody.

Your nephew probably had the plague.

The imposter might have left the ship

wearing your nephew's clothes.

That's why we have to find him.

So difficult to understand.

There's a young lady in Queen's Hospital

who can tell you the whole story.

This came in the mail a few hours ago.

And now, gentlemen,

if you will excuse me for a moment.

Lew Shen.

Oh. Yes, Colonel Tyler. No, I'm sorry.

Mr. McGarrett is not in at the moment.

Can Mr. Williams help you?

Yes. Just a moment.

Danny. It's Colonel Tyler.

Colonel. This is Williams.

Steve ought to be back any minute.

Hold on a minute, sir.

Steve. It's Colonel Tyler.

Yes, colonel.

So your carrier pigeon got away.

He's half yours, colonel.

Besides being a carrier, he's an enemy agent.

Well, we're pretty well dug in on this sector.

I got the man who sold out to Red agents.

Who was it?

A technician on the project.

A sleeper, recruited about five years ago.

They activated him just for this operation.

But no lead to Lew Shen?

Your man? No.

But I'm not too worried about him.

Well, don't write him off, colonel.

He's smart, he's dedicated and he's deadly.

He wants a look at your gadget, and he won't stop trying.

Well, he's wasting his time

looking around here.

Canebrake's in a chopper on its way to the testing site.

Colonel.

General Freeman, top priority. Hold it, Steve.

Yes, sir.

When?

Where?

I'm on my way.

Steve. Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Where?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Danno. Hold the fort.

Let's, uh, keep this away

from the newspapers for a few days.

That's a good idea, sir. I'll call in.

Colonel. McGarrett.

How's the pilot?

Critical. An ambulance just

took him to the hospital.

Sabotage? Looks like it.

Canebrake gone? Yes.

It's sabotage, colonel. Let's not kid ourselves.

Now that he's got it, what's he gonna do with it?

Probably take it apart and diagram it.

Can't smuggle it out.

How long would that take?

If he's had scientific training,

probably four, five hours.

We got troubles, colonel.

Go, Danno.

Everybody's been alerted.

H.P.D., FBI, Customs and Immigration.

But he's crawled into a hole. It'll take time.

We don't have time.

You just had a call from that wahine doctor.

Thinks she's got another case of the plague.

He won't give out any information on himself.

He just walked in off the street

about an hour ago

and wanted to be treated for the plague.

Just like that he used the word "plague"?

Right out loud in public. Has he got it?

Well, no symptoms, but he may be incubating.

You look bushed, doctor.

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Only when I shave. And I do that running.

What's your name?

I asked you a question.

We need your name for the record.

I want to leave.

Has he had his shot, doctor? Yes.

All right, get your shirt on. We're holding you.

Why are you holding me? I did nothing.

Is it my fault I catch the plague?

What makes you think you caught the plague?

Oh, this fella, he tells me... he's got it.

Maybe he pass it on to me.

He said go see a doctor in the morning.

I don't wait till morning. I come now.

You tell us where we can find this man, you can go home.

I want to go home now.

Not until you tell us where you can find him.

Home.

He rented a room from me. And my garage.

I'm sorry, Mr. McGarrett,

the light switch doesn't work.

Danno. Yeah?

Take a look.

What is that thing anyway?

Never mind. We'll take care of it.

I don't believe it.

I may not believe in Santa Claus,

but I never send back any Christmas presents.

Wrong. It's all out of character.

People like Lewis Shen don't have any character.

That's what I mean, Danno. He's a killer.

He couldn't care less if that little man got plague.

Yet he warned him. Why?

Yeah. Why?

Maybe he wanted to get the word to us, huh?

Not too obvious, not too direct.

But he wanted us to know

where to come to find Canebrake.

You figure he's already had it apart?

Yeah, and made a schematic.

And if he did... all he needs

is a little elbow room to get off this rock.

We'd better find him fast.

How? Where? We don't even know who is friends are.

No, but we know his enemies.

McGARRETT: We need your help, doctor.

Please...

have the kindness to leave me with my grief.

Unless you help us, you'll know a far greater grief.

The imposter Lewis Shen murdered your uncle.

He brought a plague to these islands

that you concealed.

As a doctor, the responsibility for that

lies on your doorstep.

Now it's up to you.

Get word to every member

of your Hui and all your friends.

You find him, doctor. Find him.

Is everything ready?

Yes. Got the money?

Half now. Half when I leave your boat.

Let's go.

Freeze, Shen!

You're boxed in.

Cyanide.

Kill me!

Kill me.

No chance. We got some talking to do,

and I want some answers.

It's all here, Steve.

Good. Take him, Danno.

You all right, fatso?

N... Not too bad.

Hey, boss.

How far was he going to get on a fishing boat?

Far enough.

Ten to one, there's a foreign sub

waiting out there somewhere.

Come on. Let's go.