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Ted, you here?

Ted?

Wake up. Wake up. Come on, Ted, wake up.

Snap out of it. Come on. Pull yourself together.

What's the matter?

Come on, wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.

What time is it?

What's wrong?

Look.

You've kidnapped a kid again.

Boy, I knew you were acting strange before I left.

I knew there was something wrong.

That's why I came back.

Did you take your medication? Uh...

Y-Yeah.

George, I couldn't have done that.

I-I don't know how he got there.

You gotta believe me, George, I...

Yeah, I do. I believe you. I believe you.

That's what bothers me.

You haven't had any of those blackouts in a long time.

I should be in the hospital.

Maybe you should, but a lot of good it does you.

Hey, is he okay?

Well, he's unconscious, but I think he's all right.

You still trying to punish your mother?

I gotta... I gotta let him go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're in no shape to do anything but go back to sleep.

Go back to sleep? I-I gotta let him go.

Listen, I'll take him out someplace and let him loose.

I can't... I can't let you do that, George.

Look, what you're having

is some kinda temporary regression.

You go outside now and get caught,

you'll go back to the hospital and they'll throw the key away.

Now, chances are, he didn't get a look at you in the dark,

and he won't see me, 'cause I won't let him.

Now, here. You take these:

They'll knock you out until morning.

Hey, George.

Hey... thank you.

Look, you did a lot more than this for me.

Hi, Steve.

What have we got, kiddo?

Well, at this point, it shapes up like a kidnapping.

Notify the FBI?

I haven't got enough yet.

I wanted you to take a look first.

Okay.

My baby.

Davy. Davy.

It'll be all right, Enid. They'll find him.

I'm, uh, Steve McGarrett of Hawaii Five-0, Mrs. Emory.

We'll do everything we can.

Something terrible has happened to him, I know it.

Well, we have men combing the area.

Now, please, try to calm down

and tell me exactly what happened.

Please, Enid.

I woke up. I couldn't sleep.

I made some hot milk.

Then I went to check on David.

He throws his covers off.

And he was gone. Just gone.

Did you see anything or hear anything

out of the ordinary?

Nothing.

Well, maybe the window was open

a little more than usual.

Had your son ever gone off on his own before?

Never.

Certainly not in the middle of the night.

All right, Mrs. Emory.

What's it look like, Kono?

No footprints outside. All cement and asphalt.

No ransom note.

Well, children have been kidnapped

for reasons other than money.

It's a modest home.

Low to middle income,

lots of expensive-looking places not far away.

Why here?

Steve.

Take a smell of this:

Chloroform.

Steve, just came over the radio.

A ransom note was delivered to H.P.D.

Let's go.

McGARRETT: "I have your boy.

"Leave $500 in a trash can

"at the corner of Campbell and Kappahua at 4 p.m. Thursday,

or he will be killed."

Now, you say you found this

in your mailbox this morning, Mrs. Watson?

Yes.

But I don't have any son, let alone $500.

Was there an envelope or anything else

with your name on it?

It's just like I found it.

Do you know the Emory family?

I've never heard of them.

They live on Pele Street.

Why should I know them?

Their son was kidnapped last night.

It looks like the kidnapper got his wires crossed.

Yeah, but why would he send you the ransom note?

How should I know?

Lots of nutty people wandering around loose.

It's up to one of you to find them

and put them away so they don't hurt decent folk.

We're working on it, Mrs. Watson.

Thank you very much for bringing the note to us.

Curious, very curious.

At least we know it's a kidnapping.

McGARRETT: Do we?

At this point, I'm not so sure, Danno.

The boy is gone, we got a ransom note,

but we don't even know if they tie together.

But no other kidnappings reported, Steve.

Yeah.

The Emory boy was taken out of his house

by somebody very smart.

Maybe even a pro, but very smart.

No prints, no clues,

just a faint odor of chloroform.

You can buy chloroform in any drugstore.

You don't even need a prescription.

Yeah, maybe we should start that way.

Kono, check every pharmacy in the island.

I want a list of any recent chloroform sales.

Chin, a rundown on Mrs. Watson.

See if there's any connection with the Emory family.

Something strange about that lady.

Danno, I want you to work on the note.

Maybe there's a lead here somewhere.

What about the money drop? Today's Thursday.

Yeah, that's something else that doesn't sync.

How so? Too soon, too easy.

Daylight drop. Small amount of money.

Petty cash by most, uh, kidnap standards.

No warning to keep the police away.

Almost as if he couldn't care whether he got caught or not.

Wait a minute.

I'll be right there.

Did you get some sleep?

I just woke up. What time is it?

It's 4:00 in the afternoon.

Four o'clock?

Well, I gave you something to knock you out last night.

George, I had a nightmare.

You didn't have any nightmare.

There was this kid.

Oh, he was here, all right.

You brought him here. I took him away.

Oh, no, no.

Don't worry about it.

I took him to the other side of the island and let him out.

I thought it was just another nightmare.

It's in the paper.

It says here they haven't found him.

Well, it'll take a while for him to get picked up

or make his way to some place where some people are.

Yeah, but something could happen to him.

He's gonna get hurt.

Nothing's gonna happen.

He's gonna be all right. Don't worry about it.

I just can't believe it, I... I can't.

Look.

Isn't that your mother?

You put a ransom note in her mailbox just like before.

It says here this woman's name is Watson.

Well, she might have changed her name or got married again,

or something like that.

How do I know?

George, I-I-I don't understand.

I'm all mixed up.

It's just like they told you in the hospital:

You identified with the boy you kidnapped.

You fantasized in your mind that you were him.

You figured that if your mother thought

you were in danger of being killed

or something like that, she might...

Well, you might hurt her and she'd care for you then.

Something like that.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy. It's all right.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Everything's gonna be all right. Everything.

This is checkpoint three, over.

Yeah, go ahead, checkpoint three.

Emory is approaching the corner.

No sign of possible suspect.

Very well. Hold your position for 20 minutes,

and then cut out.

I have a feeling we've been had, Danno.

Yeah, but why, and by whom?

Or is it who? Heh, heh. Heh.

Central Dispatch calling McGarrett.

McGarrett. Go ahead, Central.

This is Kono. We got the Emory boy.

He was picked up in a pineapple field about 20 minutes ago.

And you're sure it's Emory?

That's what he says,

and his name's sewed into his pajamas.

Good, Kono. Good.

Ted, wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.

Look, try to remember something. Anything.

I can't, George. I can't remember anything.

Look, you can't keep going on like this.

I'm beginning to risk my neck.

Oh, God, I wish I were dead.

Oh, come on. Look, feeling sorry for yourself

is not gonna do us any good at all.

I'm going back to the hospital.

Do you know what they'll do to you in there?

They'll throw you in some little padded room

and let you rot someplace.

George, that's where I belong.

Look, I'm probably more confused than you are,

but I can't just give up now and let you end up

like some vegetable someplace.

George, the-the-they'll catch you.

The... The whole island is swarming with police.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I know.

Just like the Vietcong, you remember that?

No, I... I can't remember anything.

It's all a blank.

Look, look, look, I'll never forget that.

I was lying there, paralyzed, with a bullet in my gut

and you carried me off.

You had a head wound, you were bleeding,

you couldn't see anything,

and you dragged me all the way back.

Don't you remember that?

Sometimes I start to see it, and then...

And then it just washes away.

Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look.

Look, just keep taking your medication and relax, relax.

We're gonna get past this somehow.

Now, I'll take care of the kid

and I'll leave him out someplace

and you just relax, all right?

Just relax. Relax. Relax. Relax.

Well, Davy, you're none the worse for wear.

You're gonna be out playing baseball tomorrow.

Would you like to see your folks now?

Yes, ma'am.

Good. I'll bring them in.

Oh, I think the police

would like to ask you a few questions.

Think you could manage that? Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Doctor? Yes.

How is he?

Perfect, considering.

No sign of assault of any kind. No bruises.

Even the chloroform didn't hurt him.

Can we see him now?

Yes, I think so.

He seems to be in pretty good spirits.

I'll find his folks.

Hi, Davy.

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

This is my friend, Danny Williams.

We'd like to ask you a couple of questions

about what happened to you.

Okay.

The man who took you out of your house,

do you remember what he looked like?

Tell us anything about him?

I didn't see anybody.

Were you, uh, asleep most of the time?

Until I woke up in the bushes.

And before that, you remember nothing?

You sure?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Davy.

Thank you, Mr. McGarrett. Thank you so much.

Don't thank me. Just thank God it's over.

Mr. McGarrett?

Yes.

There's a phone call for you.

You may use this extension.

Thank you.

McGarrett.

You're kidding.

When?

Yeah, okay. We're on our way.

What gives?

Another boy is missing. Same m.o.: chloroform.

Let's go.

I realize how difficult it must be

at a time like this, Mrs. Wing,

but anything you can tell us, anything at all,

might be of very grave importance.

Did you see anything or hear anything?

Nothing.

You just went in and found that he was gone?

Mr. McGarrett, do you think there's a chance

that he might...?

Steve. Just got a call from Mrs. Watson.

And she got another ransom note?

That's it.

Heh.

Mr. Wing, I would say

that you have a very good chance of seeing your son very shortly.

Jenny, have an H.P.D. car pick up Mrs. Watson.

Bring her in, please.

Same paper, looks like the same type.

Let me take a look, Danno.

Yeah, it sure is.

Check it out against the other note in the lab.

Yeah.

May I go home now?

I'd like to go over it once more with you, Mrs. Watson.

I've told you everything I know.

You're treating me like some common criminal.

That's not true, Mrs. Watson.

I've explained your rights to you.

I've told you that you could have a lawyer,

even though we're not holding you.

All I wanna do is go home.

I brought you the notes, didn't I?

Yeah. Why? Why did you do that, Mrs. Watson?

What do you mean, why?

Why did you bring us the notes?

Last time you were here you were openly hostile.

It's obvious that you were disturbed about being here.

You could have just burned the notes.

No one would have known the difference.

I'm an honest woman. I don't do things like that.

Steve, Chin just came up with this:

You're an honest woman.

That's what I said.

You didn't tell me that you changed your name

from Frazer to Watson.

I didn't think it was important.

Did you think it was important to lie about not having a son?

I haven't seen him for several years.

He hates his mother. He always has.

Theodore Frazer.

At 16 was admitted to the Kula Youth Facility

for kidnapping a 7-year-old boy.

He was given a year of psychotherapeutic counseling

and released.

Accepted by the U.S. Army three years later.

Spent eight months in Vietnam, wounded and discharged.

Admitted to the Army Veterans Hospital,

neuropsychiatric section, shortly after coming back

to the islands a year ago.

Released in January of this year.

I'd call that important.

They shouldn't have let him out. They shouldn't have.

Why not, Mrs. Watson?

He's sick.

He's always been sick. From the day he was born.

Sick in what way?

Demanding.

Always demanding.

As if I didn't have enough running that big house.

You don't know what it was like.

He hung on me like some kinda little animal.

I couldn't move without him underfoot,

demanding my attention every 24 hours,

yelling, screaming when I went out.

When I talked to anyone.

And then he turned against me when he got older,

doing crazy things to hurt me.

I didn't resent it.

I tried to be a good mother.

What about the ransom notes, Mrs. Watson?

When I got the first one, I knew he was back out,

I knew he would try to hurt me all over again.

And that's why I wanted to...

try to help you find him.

Put him back in the hospital, where he belongs.

Yeah, Jenny?

Will you take a call from Keokee?

Yeah, put him on.

McGarrett.

Where? When?

That's good, Keokee. Thank you. Thanks for calling.

H.P.D. just picked up the Wing boy.

He's gonna be all right?

Yeah, perfect. Just scared.

Put out an APB on Ted Frazer, Danno.

You got any, uh, pictures of your son?

Yes, you bet I do.

Lots of 'em.

All ugly.

Jealousy and envy are normal traits of infancy

and childhood, Mr. Williams.

They want mother's exclusive attention

and are peevish when she gives it to others.

But if the child is forced to relinquish the trait

at too tender an age, and if it is done impetuously,

the trait is not abandoned,

but often engulfed in disappointment and hate.

We believe this was the root source

of Ted Frazer's problems.

But you felt he was cured, able to go back into society?

There are no guarantees with the human psyche.

We work within a framework

which is actually dictated to us

by an extremely tight budget.

Even if we feel it is necessary, we can only keep someone here

in a permanent custodial basis, out of circulation.

At the time, Ted Frazer seemed to be a good risk.

But why was he admitted in the first place?

To begin with, we thought he was suffering

from an acute psychotic breakdown

based on a... traumatic war neurosis.

Good morning, Pete.

How are you feeling this morning?

Not too bad, I hope.

We have a lot of those, men reliving the anguish,

pain, guilt of a battle condition.

But Ted Frazer was having

what we call a schizophrenic reaction

of the chronic undifferentiated type:

nightmares, fugue-type amnesia.

Islands of memory.

He could only recall pieces of his early life.

Remembered being in Vietnam,

but very little of what actually occurred to him there.

But there's someone here who might just be able

to give you a more complete picture

of Ted Frazer than even I could.

He's one of our brightest and most efficient

of psychiatric technicians,

joined our staff just after Ted was admitted.

Good morning, George. I'd like you to meet someone.

Well, I was a technician and he was a patient.

I grew up in a small town on the mainland

and he grew up in the islands over here.

We had a few things in common, though.

Like what?

Like the war for one thing.

We were both over there about the same time.

It's kind of an emotional club guys share these days,

the ones that come back.

Anyway, his problem was that he couldn't

remember what happened to him.

How he got wounded, but maybe that's the best for him.

How did you feel about his being discharged?

Well, I'm not really qualified to answer that.

But I'll tell you one thing:

I think he's one of the nicest guys I've ever known.

You'd never know he was a schizophrenic.

Dr. Wong tells me you tried

to locate him after be left here.

Yeah, he gave us a phony address. A vacant lot.

And you've never seen him since?

Not a word. Not a word.

I'm really surprised too.

I thought we'd become real good friends.

Well, have we been of much help to you, Mr. Williams?

Oh, quite a bit.

I'm only a little bit fuzzy about Ted's condition

when he was first brought in here.

Amnesia, schizophrenia, that's complicated stuff.

Very true, complicated.

It's difficult for us all to understand.

Ted's disorder might be described as similar

to the experience of his driving a car

with a bee buzzing around his head.

At first, the bee was just an annoyance,

a minor distraction.

But as the bee persisted

and threatened Ted with greater harm,

more of his energies had to be spent in self-defense

and less was left over to cope

with the problems of safe driving.

When the bee finally stung Ted,

he lost control of his vehicle and crashed.

I see. Very interesting.

It's a useful analogy,

despite its descriptive limitations.

A schizophrenic is, in one sense,

being attacked by a psychological bee.

A bee that disorganizes his control

over the course of his life.

The, uh, type corresponds to that of the 1958 model

Eastwood standard in our typewriter collection.

It has the pica-type letters

the company converted to in that year,

as well as several peculiarities of its own.

Anything distinctive?

Yeah.

On both notes, the, uh, K has a, uh,

distinctive light indentation.

The T has an extended, uh, cross on the bar.

And the B tends to splotch slightly when capitalized.

What about the retail stores? Did you check them out?

I got a list of every one sold in the islands since 1958.

Pretty long.

Chin, how are your corns?

Killing me, boss.

Well, you got a job. Check 'em out. All of 'em.

Let's go and see, uh, Mrs. Frazer,

or is it Mrs. Watson?

What is it you want now?

Well, I told you we might be coming back, Mrs. Watson.

There's nothing more I can tell you.

Well, maybe there's something

of your son's here in the house.

Something to give us a lead to where he is.

There's nothing here. Nothing.

Mind if we take a look for ourselves?

There's no point. Just no point.

You said you wanted to help us put him back in the hospital.

All right.

I think I've suffered enough.

I see no point in talking to you

and being reminded of the past.

Are you sure you haven't anything of Ted's packed away?

No, I don't.

There's...

There's a footlocker in the storage room.

He asked me to keep it for him when he came back from the Army.

He said he'd come and get it

when he had a place of his own.

He never did.

May we see it, please?

There it is. Over there.

Under those things.

Huh.

Vietcong flag.

Purple Heart.

Sharpshooting medal.

Souvenirs.

Looks like a Saigon nightclub.

Take a look at this guy here.

Does that look like the picture of Ted

we got at the hospital?

Huh.

Hey.

This guy.

That's the psychiatric technician from the hospital.

Uh, George Loomis.

Well, you said they were in Vietnam together.

He said he was in Vietnam about the same time,

not at the same time.

They're wearing the same insignia patches.

That means they were in the same division.

You think he was evading a direct connection with Frazer?

Check. But why?

Huh. I don't know why.

Contact Chin.

Tell him to call Army headquarters.

See what they can dig up on, uh, George Loomis.

Find out what battles he was in, where he fought.

I wanna know it all.

And call the hospital. See if Loomis is on duty.

If not, get his home address. Any place he might hang out.

What are you doing here?

I-I-I went by the house.

I forgot that it was Wednesday.

I... You always come here on Wednesday.

Go away and leave me alone.

I-I just wanted to see you for a minute.

Haven't you done enough to me?

Haven't you tried to do enough to me?

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

More crazy things.

Notes, the police.

I can't stand any more of it.

Oh, Mama, please. Just this one time.

Help me.

I'm all confused.

I can't help you.

Turn yourself in to the police

and have them put you back in the hospital.

I suppose you'd care more about me

if I was dead, huh?

You never cared about Papa when he was alive.

But now you come here every Wednesday.

You won't even miss it if it was raining.

I suppose...

I suppose it's because he can't ask you for anything anymore.

Please leave me alone.

Oh, Mama, please.

Don't... Don't paw me.

Watch... Watch out.

Head down.

D... Dig in.

Yeah, dig in.

Head down.

Head down.

Keep your head down.

Mortar fire.

Yeah. Yeah, sarge.

Sure. Just the... Just the five of us?

That's... That's suicide.

It's just one lousy hill.

Loomis, what are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Gah!

One lousy hill.

We gotta... We gotta take it.

Hey... Hey, well...

W... We gotta.

Ted, what are you trying to do?

Are you trying to kill me?

Leave me alone. What's the matter with you?

Get away from me. What...? You've gone crazy.

Get away from me. What are you doing? Get away from me.

Leave me alone. Get off. Will you...?

Get away. Get away from me.

What...? What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are you trying to do to me?

What's the matter with you? Get... What...? What are you...?

Look, I know what you did for me.

I know you saved my life.

And I've been trying to pay you back for it.

I've watched over you like a brother.

But not any more. It's hopeless.

Hopeless. You're dangerous now, Ted.

Do you understand that? You're dangerous.

You tried to kill me.

They're gonna have to put you away

so you won't hurt anybody else

like you hurt me.

Like you hurt your mother.

Now, listen to me.

Listen to me.

You're crazy. Outta your mind.

Over the hill. Nuts. Crazy. Nuts. Crazy.

Dangerous.

They're gonna put you away in some little dark hole

and let you rot.

Do you understand that? Rot.

Can you hear me? Can you hear me, Ted?

Come in.

Steve. Yeah?

Look at this.

We've got a real gold-plated hero here.

George Loomis?

Yeah. He's got more decorations

than Sergeant York and Audie Murphy.

He sure has.

Bronze Star, Silver Star, oak leaf cluster.

You can't pin something bad next to that.

And he's been to hell and back.

Khe Sanh, Dak To, Ben Het.

Suffered combat fatigue after the big sweep

on Hill 317 outside Da Nang.

Wasn't that the same place Ted Frazer got hit?

Sure was. They were in the same squad.

George Loomis is off-duty today, but we got his address.

Okay. Let's go and talk to him.

Look at that, Danno.

Check it out.

Bingo.

All the K, T's and B's are the same.

Yeah, look at this:

Looks like George Loomis wrote the ransom notes, huh?

Or maybe Ted Frazer wrote them from here.

Maybe.

Either way, George has been lying to us. But why?

Good question.

Okay, let's run it down, Danno.

George and Ted are, uh, in Vietnam together.

They're a member of the same squad.

Now that squad is responsible

for a rear-guard sweep

of a strategic hill held by the VC.

Now, George comes back alone,

claims the entire squad has been wiped out

moving up the hill. Says he's the only survivor.

Then Ted is discovered more dead than alive.

But he... He remembers nothing.

Ted comes back to the islands,

he's admitted to Army Hospital,

then George turns up

and he goes to work there as a psychiatric technician.

Psychiatric technician.

Coming up with all that stuff

about things in common and friendship. Yeah.

Sounds like he was trying to keep an eye on him.

You got it, brother.

And that leaves us with another big fat "why?".

Steve, just got a call from dispatch.

George Loomis showed up at the hospital with Ted Frazer.

Let's go.

He's been this way since George brought him in.

We call it a state of catatonic stupor.

He's completely shut out.

How long will it last, doc?

No way of knowing. Medication might snap him out in minutes,

or he may never come out of it.

Where did you find him, George?

I didn't find him. He found me. He came to my apartment.

Oh, why's that?

I don't know, but he tried to kill me.

Why would he wanna kill you?

I don't know that either. We were good friends.

I thought he always liked me.

In his psychosis, he might have made

some transference to George.

Thought he was somebody else.

Yes, I think that's what it was.

He always hated his mother.

He probably thought he was killing her.

Probably thought I was her.

That's only natural,

considering the way you take care of him.

He was a nice guy. I hate to see him end up this way.

You sure you're not glad to see him end up that way?

Why would you say something like that?

Because you've been lying, George.

I'm lying? About what?

About your relationship with Ted.

You were in Vietnam together.

You were in the same squad together.

Didn't you think we'd find out about that?

Well, I didn't think it made any difference,

except between the two of us.

Is that why you came to this hospital?

That's exactly right.

He saved my life and I figured I owed him.

Is that why you wrote ransom notes?

I didn't write any ransom notes.

From your typewriter.

They're one of a kind, just like fingerprints.

What exactly are you trying to prove?

Why don't you tell us, George, and save us the trouble?

Why don't you ask Ted?

What you wanna know

is all wrapped up in his mind anyway.

The only trouble is, you can't get to it. It's gone.

No, it's wrapped up in your mind.

Stay away from me.

You'll never get rid of it unless you let it out.

Leave me alone. How does it feel to be a hero?

To know deep down inside

that you sacrificed yourself for others?

They give medals for that, don't they?

For bravery, for courage above and beyond the call of duty?

Leave me alone.

What did you do to earn those medals?

Carry your buddy to safety? Tell me.

Did you make some sweep of some gook-infested hill?

No. No. No, no!

Something happened. No!

Something happened on that sweep, George.

No, no.

Something happened that you had to keep Ted

from remembering.

Something happened up there.

What happened on that hill?

I told them. I told them.

Tell me, George. Tell me that what made you such a hero.

No, no. No, I won't. Tell me.

I won't. I won't. Move out, mister.

There's mortars all around here.

That's... Why can't we dig in here?

Dig in, but keep your head down.

But you've gotta take that hill. Do you hear that?

That's a top priority. You're gonna take that hill.

Now move it out!

You can't.

They've got a thousand VC on that hill.

It's suicide. Mister, you're going up there.

And you're gonna take that hill. Now move it.

You can't make me. Move it.

I'll kill everyone here.

Kill?

I'll kill everyone.

I'll kill everyone here.

Loomis, what are you doing?

I'll kill everyone here.

Easy.

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

We don't need that.

Easy.

Take him.

He was trying to keep his secret locked up.

I'm afraid he was worried about the wrong hiding place.

What about Ted, doc?

Is he gonna make it? Did George do much damage?

The medication seems to have taken him out of his catatonia.

Perhaps the bee hasn't hurt him too much.

The bee?

He knows all about the bee.

What about the bee?

The bee's a rare psychological term, Steve.

Uh, it takes a lot of studying to understand.