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Got something, Steve.

Go.

Must have come over that fence like a cat.

This is the best print we've got, Steve.

Not much of an imprint.

Must have worn slippers or sandals or something.

Get an imprint of it anyway.

Right. And the killer wore black.

Must have torn his pants and shirt

or something on the barbed wire.

Unusual material.

Handwoven, I'd guess.

See what the lab boys come up with.

Will do.

What have we got, Doc?

Jagged instrument of some kind. Never seen anything like it.

Throat's badly lacerated.

How long's he been dead?

Let's see, almost noon now. Couple hours at the outside.

Steve, eight sticks of dynamite missing,

with enough fuses and caps to detonate.

Somebody wants that dynamite pretty bad.

What do you think we've got, some kind of kook?

We got something, brudda. We got something.

Load him up, Doc.

Weird.

See? Traces of blood.

What is it?

I don't know.

Doc?

It certainly would have taken something like this

to tear his throat.

Must have been thrown from a very short distance

by a skilled hand.

Ever seen anything like it?

No, never.

Looks like something off the top of a Christmas tree.

'Tis the season to be jolly.

Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Hey, man! What you doing?

You're smashing the cars, brother.

Ahh!

And you say the man who hit you was Japanese?

Yes, sir. A karate expert.

What have we got, Danno?

Lab report.

Go.

No prints.

Blood type, O. Matches that of the victim.

As to the murder weapon itself, not a clue.

What about the cast of the footprints?

Nothing. Or next to nothing.

Some kind of sandal, average-size foot.

Impossible to tell weight or size of the individual.

And the piece of black cloth?

Now there we've got something interesting.

By the way, you were right, handwoven.

And old. Weave and texture indicate it was loomed

about 30 years ago in Japan.

They figure probably, the, uh, mill district outside of Osaka.

Also, the cloth was very musty and loaded with wood dust.

Uh, meaning it's been stored for quite some time.

Excellent, Danno, excellent.

Now get a cablegram up to Osaka police and a sample.

See if they can come up with the manufacturer.

Tell them we need help, anything.

Anything they can come up with and urgent.

Right.

You say that a...

Japanese karate expert hit you,

and he couldn't drive?

Hm.

It's weird.

Either, he couldn't drive

or he had a thing against cars.

Yeah.

Jenny.

Yes, sir?

Get a full description from Officer Naaleu.

And get out an APB immediately.

Yes, sir.

Let's go, Chin. Where we going?

See a man about the top of a Christmas tree.

Hi-yah! Hoo! Hoo

Beautiful move, Jerry.

A sai is a beautiful weapon.

Hard to get past.

Hey, wanna work out?

No, not today. Business. Chin.

Ever seen anything like this?

Can I touch it?

Sure, go ahead. It's been dusted.

Whoever used it was very uncooperative. No prints.

Used it?

Yeah. Killed somebody with it.

Can you tell us anything about it, Jerry?

Looks like a... shuriken.

A what?

Shuriken.

A weapon used by the ninja.

Ninja?

They a cult of warriors in feudal Japan?

No, no, no, no, no.

Assassins,

professional spies and saboteurs.

Well, whoever used that was a...

An expert in more than killing.

He wore black, scaled a 10-foot barbed-wire fence

stole eight sticks of dynamite, together with fuses and caps.

But there aren't any ninjas anymore, Steve.

It's a lost art.

Not exactly.

Boss.

Just got a report about a guy who busted out

of the state mental hospital.

And his description fits the kook

that used karate on Officer Naaleu.

McGARRETT: Mahalo.

See you, Steve.

I'm sorry. I didn't see you. May I help you, please?

Komiko.

My name isn't Komiko, but I'd be glad to help you.

My mother's name was Komiko.

Perhaps you're thinking...

Komiko.

I'm sorry. My Japanese isn't very good.

I don't understand you.

Don't mock me, Komiko.

Don't mock me.

Today the whole world seems to mock me.

Cars, buildings,

clocks, everything. I'm not mocking you...

Everything so different. My name... My name...

You're mistaken. My name is not Komiko.

My mother's name was Komiko...

Where is Yuko?

Oh, you know Yuko?

Of course, I know Yuko! Where is he?

Well, he'll be back soon. So why don't you have a seat?

Come with me, Komiko. You must help me.

Time has passed by me. Days, weeks, months.

I don't know where they have gone. Everything has changed!

I don't know what you're talking...

You can no longer resist it!

The time for glory has come! We will share it together!

Look, let's go outside.

You must come with me.

You will thank me afterward.

Drive. Hurry.

Please let's just wait for Yuko.

I must watch you drive. No, please...

I do not understand these cars.

They are different. I must learn.

Let me go. I'm not...

I will tell you one last time. Drive or die.

Twenty-eight years.

Nagata was here for 28 years.

Twenty-eight years.

Let's see that's just before the war.

Just before Pearl Harbor, to be exact.

Admitted December 6th, 1941.

Do you care for some coffee?

No, thanks. What happened to him, doctor?

Well, we're not exactly sure.

According to the records,

he was brought in in a catatonic state,

completely withdrawn from reality, uncommunicative.

They must have gotten something out of him in 28 years.

Not much, I'm afraid.

We're not even sure if he has a name other than just Nagata.

Oh, he's been examined by a battery of psychiatrists

since he was admitted.

Their evaluations have remained fairly constant.

Acutely psychotic, paranoid, amnesia.

Prognosis?

Prognosis, total confinement and commitment with treatment.

Likelihood of recovery, very slight.

Doctor, um, did he speak English?

Yes. But I don't understand.

I'm trying to establish

whether he might have been an alien.

Oh, yes. I suppose that's possible.

We really don't have any, uh, understanding of his background.

McGARRETT: Yes, I noticed.

No relatives, friends, nothing.

Did he ever get into any fights while here in the hospital?

Fights?

Did he show any signs of special skills at fighting,

like karate?

Not that I know of.

He was totally passive with the patients

and the other staff.

Doctor, may we see those other records you mentioned?

Oh, yes, of course.

I'll have my secretary get them for you.

If there's anything else I can do for you,

please let me know. Thank you.

Yes? He's here.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Yeah, Danno, what have you got?

Yeah.

Address?

Good, good.

We're on our way.

Missing-persons report. Japanese girl.

Disappeared from a clock shop where she worked.

That mean something?

Name does.

Heather Nagata.

Thank you, doctor. Let's go.

Clock was just like this when you arrived?

Yes.

The door was open, and Heather was gone.

Your niece has never run off before?

Never.

She is a very responsible girl.

Okay. The door was open, the girl was gone and then what?

I waited. How long?

Almost an hour.

What did you do then?

Then I began to call.

Her girlfriends,

some of our friends who might have seen her.

Any luck? No luck.

Then I called the police.

All right, uh...

May we see in the back room?

Yes, of course, come.

The shop is just as you found it?

Yes.

Front door was open, that door was closed.

Money was in the register, nothing was missing?

Nothing. E-except for a clock.

What clock?

A clock that is gone.

I don't understand it.

One of the less-expensive alarm clocks.

Here.

Such as this one.

You're certain, Mr. Takuma?

Yes, of course. I kept it on display on the shelf.

One of our better-selling clocks.

As far as you know, there were no witnesses?

Nobody heard any screams, saw anything?

No.

Why should anyone harm Heather? Why?

A man escaped from a, uh, mental hospital this morning.

His name was Nagata.

McGARRETT: Does that name mean anything to you?

Nagata.

No, it can't be.

Nagata is dead.

Why do you say that?

He is dead.

Well, take my word for it.

A man by the name of Nagata

escaped from a state mental institution

this morning sometime before 8:00.

But he was killed.

He... He was killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor.

One of the nameless dead trapped in the area when the bombs fell.

Who was he, Mr. Takuma?

What is his connection with your niece?

McGARRETT: Who was he?

He is her father.

I... I don't know.

I-I can't believe that... Can you think?

Please, it's urgent.

Somewhere he might go,

somewhere out of his memory.

Is there a place?

Is there a place?

Yes, there... There is a place. A house.

A house where?

Across the Pali on the windward side.

But it has been boarded up for years.

It was the American, Robert Louis Stevenson,

who wrote:

"Within these ivied walls, behind these green old shutters,

"some further business smolders,

waiting for the hour."

Is that not so, Komiko?

Is that not so?!

You'll promise not to cry out again if I remove the tape?

Are you hungry?

No.

You will change your mind

when you see what I have brought.

Look.

Tai, broiled in salt for good luck.

And a bottle of sake.

Will you please let me go home?

Go home?

You are home.

Don't you understand I'm not who you think I am?

My name is Heather Nagata.

I'm a teacher's assistant at the University of Hawaii...

The voice of a woman is like the screeching of birds.

You work in a clock shop, Komiko,

but you do not feel time so deeply as I do,

its dreadful inevitability.

Please, listen to me!

It must have been my mother that you knew...

When I was a little boy my mother said to me:

"Little one, do you cry over just an ache?

What will you do when your arm is cut off in a battle?"

My hands hurt. Please untie them!

Your hands hurt?

We will abolish all political parties

and restore Imperial rule!

The words of Jimmu will be the new order in Southeast Asia!

Hakko ichiu!

Eight corners under one roof!

Stop it!

Please, stop it!

Stop it, stop it.

Komiko.

Komiko, you mustn't cry.

You mustn't cry.

Did you know my mother in Japan?

How happy we were then, in the Inland Sea.

You remember?

The shore hemmed in by pine trees old as creation.

We lay together in the warm sand,

and I read to you a thousand haiku.

It wasn't I.

You must have been there with my mother.

With Komiko.

The Inland Sea at twilight:

star by star the lights shine out

On islands, near and far.

Look at me.

I'm young.

Young.

Do you understand?

You're an old man.

It couldn't have been me that you were with then.

Dew taken in the palm of the hand

fades away in the summer morning.

Revolution is the morning dew.

What matter if we perish?

The world will come to us,

as to Jesus of Nazareth.

It is our mission to lead the world,

spiritually and intellectually.

We will be the cradle of the new messiah.

Chin, upstairs.

This is it, all right.

Now we know for sure.

We got a maniac loose with a time bomb in his hands.

Yeah.

"To hell with Babe Ruth"?

McGARRETT: Oh, my God, Danno.

What?

On the morning of December 7,

when the zeros came in over Pearl,

their pilots screamed in their radios:

"To hell with Babe Ruth."

Then they dropped the bombs.

Pieces are beginning to fit, huh?

Nothing much topside.

Get a match. You got it.

Pearl?

No mistake.

Pearl Harbor.

All right, let's run it down.

Nagata escapes from a state mental institution,

and in one day, one day,

he murdered a man, he's stolen dynamite,

he kidnapped a girl, and he put together a time bomb.

Do you really think

he's gonna try to blow up Pearl Harbor?

No doubt in my mind.

Put a priority-one call in to Admiral David Foster.

Tell the admiral to order an immediate red alert.

All civilian military installations. Move.

Five o'clock, boss.

Yeah, 5:00, December 6.

Less than 15 hours to tora, tora.

Mr. Takuma?

Why?

Takuma, why?

I have dishonored my ancestors.

I cannot even perform hara-kiri properly.

How is he?

Hanging on, barely.

What'd the doctor say?

His chances are slim.

What's new on the outside?

Pearl is still on red alert.

Chief Dan got every police officer on the line, looking.

So far, goose egg.

Why, Danno? Why did Takuma try to commit suicide?

My guess is he lied to us, knew we'd find out.

How is he, doctor?

Mr. Takuma?

Mr. Takuma?

And still... I live.

And lucky to be.

I would have considered myself lucky

if I had died many years ago.

My death now is an anachronism.

Why, Mr. Takuma? Why did you do it?

I was trying to rid myself of a ghost.

A ghost from out of the past.

Nagata...

was a reminder of all that I had despised in myself,

all that I had forced

to the darkest part of my mind.

When you told me about him,

I could not cope with the memories.

You see, I too... was a Black Dragon.

Time can erase the evil of war,

but not the evil of personal deeds.

It lingers on, eating away.

I-I wanted to take my life honorably.

I have been a fool and a coward.

I do not deserve to lie with my ancestors.

Mr. Takuma, please, listen to me.

We think Nagata is going to destroy something

tomorrow morning.

Something he failed to destroy 28 years ago.

Can you tell me what it was?

Mr. Takuma,

can you tell me what it was?

Can you tell me what Nagata's mission was?

Mission?

Mission?

He's made a bomb.

A deadly time bomb.

Do you know what it was he was to blow up?

Please. Please, try to tell me.

Pearl...

Pearl...

I'm sorry. He's gone.

Thank you, doctor.

According to our files,

Nagata was known to ONI,

as well as the FBI and G-2 as a super agent.

Specialist in sabotage? You got it.

Captain Barnes, do your people know anything

about the Black Dragons?

A strong-armed gang of political malcontents.

But committed to die trying?

That's it, McGarrett.

If I recall reading correctly,

their fifth column activities

amounted to pretty much of a bust, right?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I testified during

a congressional investigation in 1946.

But not a single act of sabotage

was committed by any resident of Hawaii.

Yes, I know.

Before, during and after the attack on Pearl,

the Nisei were 100 percent loyal.

Well, I wish I could be more helpful.

One thing's a good bet, whatever Nagata's planning,

he's gonna have to do it himself.

I understand there's a girl with him?

Captive. Not a contact.

It's almost midnight, boss.

So we keep plugging.

Okay. What do we got here?

Well, this is a Navy chart of Pearl just before the attack,

and this one, just after.

Now, you can see the battle damage marked in red.

Nagata must be after something strategic,

vitally strategic.

Well, there are many things

that might have been considered strategic.

The sub pens,

the supply and maintenance station right here at the depot,

the Sand Hill's oil storage facilities,

the, uh, gas and bombproof shelters built here in early '41

as radio transmitting and receiving stations,

and the mortar battery at the entrance of the harbor.

Needle in a haystack.

We got about seven hours to find it.

Excuse me, captain.

McGarrett. Yeah, Chin. Yeah.

Beautiful, beautiful. We're on our way. Let's go.

What do you got, Chin?

This, boss.

These arrows pinpoint the Fort Allen control tower.

The control tower, that's his target.

It's got to be.

Captain, check me out on this.

These circles here,

they mark the Sand Hill oil depot, right?

Correct.

But the arrows point the other way.

It's obvious he's going to...

Exactly. It's obvious.

I don't get you, boss.

Japanese high command, battle psychology.

Expose the obvious, then do the reverse.

Sand Hill, that's his target. I'll bet on it.

There must be 5 million gallons of gas in them tanks.

If that kook blows Sand Hill, it's mele Kalikimaka to all.

Yeah, and if it goes, half of Honolulu goes with it.

Captain, the hit on Pearl was exactly 7:55 a.m., right?

Right.

That gives us less than five hours

to tora, tora, gentlemen.

Five hours.

It won't be easy to find him.

That storage depot goes on forever.

Put me through to Army Ordnance.

Quickly, operator. Priority one.

Yeah. This is McGarrett, five-O.

It's absolutely urgent

that I contact General Sloane immediately.

Yes, I know exactly what time it is.

Well, then call him at home and wake him up, but get him.

No, let me...! Let me go!

You tried to betray me.

No, no. No, I didn't.

I don't know who you are or what you're doing here.

I was just scared.

Disloyalty is the worst sin.

I pledged my loyalty.

I ate rice soaked in my own blood.

I pledged my loyalty to Kokuno G'ai.

There is no deviation from the path of glory!

All right, come on in.

McGARRETT: Come on in. Come on.

Now, the area's about a thousand yards square.

We gotta cover it carefully, but quickly.

I want the whole area quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

That's why we got those bullcock mikes.

We gotta pick up the ticking of that bomb.

Now, before we move out, no shooting, that's an order.

One stray bullet in this area

can do the same damage as Nagata's bomb.

Is that understood? Absolutely no shooting.

Okay, sergeant, evacuate the whole area.

Personnel, civilians, out.

Turn off all the equipment, anything that makes noise.

We got less than two hours. Now move.

Let's go.

You are cold, my Komiko.

Don't touch me.

Just leave me alone.

There is hate in your eyes. It is painful.

You're going to kill both of us.

Why?

Because I must.

You mustn't fear death. Remember the haiku of Tao:

The white swan swimming to the shore beyond

parts with his breast the cherry-petaled pond.

We are like white swans, Komiko,

swimming to the shore beyond.

It seems like only yesterday the old inn in the mountain,

we could see the travelers passing in the dark,

the soldiers marching across Japan,

the lovers fleeing to a new life.

Will you please try to understand?

I have never been to Japan in my life.

Why do you lie, Komiko?

It was there, at the old inn,

our parents signed our marriage contract for us.

Marriage?

We were so young then, Komiko, you and I, so young.

You married my mother?

You and I signed the marriage contract together.

You said, "I will love you forever, Yoshio."

Your name is Yoshio?

"I will love you forever, Yoshio."

But you can't be my father. My father is dead.

He died at Pearl Harbor. He's dead!

His name was Yoshio.

Stay where you are.

Listen to me, Nagata.

Listen to me, just... Just a minute.

Reason and persuasion are weak instruments,

unsuitable for strong men armed.

It isn't 1941, you understand?

That was 28 years ago.

The war is over. It's all over.

You understand?

Your way of life will soon be over.

Think it through, Nagata.

Look around you.

The things aren't the same as they were.

The... The... The cars, the...

The buildings, they're... They're different.

They're newer.

Don't you realize that?

Silence. Be silent.

You've been in a hospital.

A hospital.

For a long time, remember?

Nothing can stop the westward march

of our civilization.

Let the girl go, Nagata. You don't need her.

She is my wife. She stays with me.

No, she's not your wife, she's your daughter.

She is my wife, Komiko. I love her.

Our deaths are of little importance

along with a path of glory.

It won't work. One bullet and it's over.

As you wish.

No matter how swift your bullet,

my finger will still trigger the bomb.

My vows will have been honored.

Nagata.

Stop. Stay where you are.

Don't make me do it.

My orders are 7:55.

At 7:55, the planes come over

the Kula range in from the sea.

Before my ashes ascend to the heavens with Komiko's,

I wish to see the planes.

No planes, Nagata.

No planes. They're not coming.

They will come.

No. No. This...

This funeral pyre you've got rigged, it's...

It's futile.

It's a waste. It's... It's 28 years late.

Where are they?

Where are they? They should be here by now.

They will come.

They will come.

Look, for God's sake, Nagata.

Silence!

They come.

They come.

They come.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

Come back. Traitors.

Traitors, come back.

Come back, traitors! Traitors, come back!

Come back, traitors.

Is he really my father?

We shall be as white swans, Komiko.

You and I, together on the shore beyond.