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Croyden, something's happened here.

I'll have to pull out. I'll explain when I see you.

General Rigney.

Thank you for coming, McGarrett.

Two years in Vietnam.

Two years.

Dac To, Ben Cat, a hundred hot spots,

he lived through them, to come home,

to this.

Have you any idea how

or why this might have happened?

No.

Apparently your son fell

or was pushed from the window of his apartment.

It just doesn't make sense.

Death seldom does.

Dying for something worthwhile,

but this after everything he lived through.

Only home... two days.

Have you talked to him since he got back?

Only briefly.

Men coming back from a long period in combat

don't feel like talking much.

He, uh, wanted to be alone.

His mother and I respected that.

So he took the apartment by himself?

Yes.

Did he mention seeing anyone or wanting to see anyone?

A friend? A girlfriend, maybe?

He didn't have a girlfriend.

The girl he was going with married somebody else

while he was fighting for his country.

He lost touch with most of his college friends

doing his time in the service.

Did he have any enemies that you can think of?

Only the Vietcong.

McGARRETT: But it's all in the report you gave to H.P.D., Mrs. Jessup.

You were positive.

You said you heard the sounds of a struggle.

You said that you saw a man leaving here

carrying a handgun.

I'm just not positive anymore.

I was upset.

I'm not certain.

It could have been a different apartment.

The gun could have been anything.

But we found it out back in the trash can,

exactly where you said you saw the man drop it.

You gave us a detailed description of the man.

I'm just not sure anymore.

I'm not.

Please leave me alone.

Let me go home.

All right.

All right, you can go, Mrs. Jessup.

But I may have to question you again.

Maid sure shot out of here in a hurry.

What's with her?

I don't know, Danno, but I don't like it.

She completely changed her mind

about all the things she told H.P.D.

Or somebody changed it for her.

Here's the file on Lieutenant Rigney.

Hm.

Football, track,

honors in high school and college,

top of his class, ROTC.

Let's go over what we've got so far.

Jack Rigney falls or is pushed

from the window of his apartment.

No bullet holes in the body, even though a gun is found.

Cause of death, internal injuries

from multiple contusions, nothing else.

And the maid, Mrs. Jessup,

tells H.P.D. she saw a young man

leaving the apartment carrying a gun

just before the fall.

She gives us, uh, an exact location of the gun.

Also an exact time, 10:13 a.m.,

because she just happened to look at her watch.

Right. Very precise.

But Jack Rigney's watch smashed on impact,

stopping it at exactly 10:17.

So there's a four-minute difference.

Then the man she saw couldn't have pushed him.

Unless...

Unless her watch was wrong, or his.

Or unless she was mistaken, as she now claims.

But she was so positive, so precise before.

Ballistics report this is a Russian-made 9-shot Tokarev.

Lots of the boys smuggle them back

as Vietcong souvenirs.

There were another set of prints besides Rigney's,

but FBI has no records of it.

The boys have checked all the tenants

in the building, Steve.

There's only one curious item I can see.

A man named Johnson rented the adjoining apartment

and moved in the same day as Lieutenant Rigney.

He hasn't been seen since Lieutenant Rigney's death.

Find him, Chin. Track him down.

Keep a man on the apartment

to question him when and if he comes back.

Who's this?

That's his brother Mike.

Brother?

General didn't say anything about having two sons.

Should he have?

I don't know, Danno.

Take a good look at this picture of the other brother.

The description Mrs. Jessup gave us of the man

who came out of the apartment, it's almost a perfect match.

What's his name? Mike Rigney.

Kono...

have H.P.D. check the second set of prints

they found on that gun.

Tell them to try the Division of Driver's Licenses.

Let's see what they can come up with.

Right.

Hang on.

Where's Anne?

She went down to the Student Action Hall

to talk to some kids.

See your brother?

Yeah, I saw him.

Was he all right?

He's fine.

Well, did you tell him how you feel?

Yeah. Yeah, I told him.

Well, what'd he say?

Look, I-I don't want to talk about it, okay?

Okay, I'm sorry.

I just thought that... Just drop it, will ya?

What are you gonna do?

You've gotta report on Monday.

I'm not gonna show up. I'm not goin' in.

That scares me, but I'm glad.

Look, I'd be willing to fight for my country

if I thought it was a just war, but I don't.

Oh, Michael, you don't have to justify yourself to me.

I love you.

I believe in you.

I'll have to go to Canada.

Maybe not.

There are people who help draft resisters.

No, Gail.

You can't be opposed to just this war.

You still have to be religious or a total pacifist,

and I'm not either.

Well, then we'll try.

There's gotta be some way out.

Yeah, there's a way out.

Spend a few years in jail.

I think that's General Rigney's car, sir.

McGARRETT: Yeah.

Michael Rigney live here?

Yeah. Third bungalow from the left.

McGARRETT: Thank you.

Where is he, general?

I don't know. He was gone when I arrived.

Why didn't you tell us about him?

I didn't think it was important at the time.

Do you now?

He's run away.

Is there any reason why he should run away?

Strange how two children can...

turn out so differently.

You give them both

the same kind of love and concern.

Try to teach them decent values,

build moral character.

One accepts what you offer with gratitude,

the other rejects it with total distrust.

Did you know that Mike visited Jack

just before his death?

Yes, Mike told me that he wanted to talk to his brother

before he made the final decision on avoiding the draft.

What do you think Jack would have told him?

Probably what I said when he told me.

It was a cop-out to his home,

his family, country, everything we hold dear.

General, would Jack have been angry with him?

Probably. After all, he did contribute his share

for three long, hard years.

Then there could have been a fight?

I can't believe that Mike

would have hurt Jack purposely in any way.

It might have been an accident.

General,

I'd like to ask you a very difficult question.

Is there any possibility, any possibility at all,

that Jack could've taken his own life?

None at all.

He was the most levelheaded person you could find.

President of his student body at the university,

an exceptionally well-adjusted young man

devoted to his country.

Do you know this girl?

No.

Danno, see if you can find out who she is.

Put out an APB on Mike Rigney.

How do you do? Hi.

Does Gail Howard live here?

Yes, she does, however she checked out

a little while ago.

You're looking for Gail?

Yes. I'm her roommate.

She's not here right now.

I see. We're with the state police.

Do you expect her back?

I'm not sure. I don't know where she went.

Is she on campus?

Uh-uh. She doesn't have any classes today.

Do you know a Michael Rigney?

I met him a couple of times.

Was he with Gail today?

I really wouldn't know.

Thank you very much for your help.

Would you ask her to call me, please, at this number?

Come on, kid, we've always had war.

What do you wanna do, change the world?

No, I don't wanna change the world.

I just think that people can learn

to live with each other without fighting.

Oh, that's beautiful.

And if someone comes up, lets you have one on the chin,

you just turn the other cheek,

crawl into a hole.

No, that isn't what I mean.

That's different from mass organized violence.

Then there's nothing worth fighting for, huh?

According to you, we'd still all be living under George III.

You're just trying to twist everything I say.

I'm not trying to twist anything, kid.

I'm just trying to find out

whether you care about your country.

Sure, I care about my country,

but this isn't a matter of whether

I care about my country.

Bull. All this bunk about conscience.

I think you're just being arbitrary

to suit your own inconvenience.

That's not true. I think you're scared,

just plane scared to die and you're trying to cop-out.

Look, you haven't understood a thing I've said.

Maybe you just haven't made yourself clear.

This is pointless.

Mike, wait a minute.

I'm just asking the things the draft board will ask.

They'll try to... To catch you,

to hang you on every word, every intonation.

Well, I'm not gonna give them the chance.

Michael, what happened?

It's no use. I'll never get past the shanghai brigade.

It's Canada or jail.

Well, then we'll go to Canada.

We can go right now.

Listen, I got some money...

Gail, it's not that simple.

You're not going without me.

Listen, you don't know what it means,

giving up everything.

Everything.

Your school, y-your way of life,

maybe even your citizenship.

I don't care.

I just wanna be with you.

Nothing means anything without you.

Please, don't leave me behind.

Hey, your name Gail Howard?

Yeah. Telephone call for ya.

Oh, that's Anne.

I told her where we were.

Hello.

Yeah.

Oh, hi.

What?

The police?

Wh...?

Yeah, okay.

Okay. Well, I'm glad you let me know, Anne.

Okay, um, okay, I'll see you in a bit.

Okay. Bye.

That was Anne.

She said the police came by the house asking for us.

Michael, why would the police

be looking for you now?

I mean, you don't report for induction...

He's dead.

Oh, my God. He's dead.

But you just saw him.

What happened?

Oh, God.

Michael?

Did something happen?

Listen, it's okay.

Mike, it's all right.

Please.

Michael, you can tell me.

Nothing happened.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Where? Where are we going?

I'm going to Canada.

Well, I'm going with you.

No, Gail. Not now.

Mike, please.

You gotta take me with you.

Come on.

No sign of the missing neighbor?

Not a thing, Steve. Nobody's seen him.

All right. We'll check the apartment.

Chin, did you get the key from the manager?

Got it.

Chin, take a look in the bathroom.

Danno, get the kitchen.

Steve, whoever was here didn't plan on staying long.

There's no coffee, no food. Nothing.

Nothing personal in here either.

Bathroom's empty. No toilet articles.

Looks like he moved out.

Or never really moved in.

What is it, Steve?

Looks like a piece of insulation from an electrical wire.

Oh.

The plate on this, uh, outlet is loose.

Looks like the wires have been cut.

Yeah, looks like this

has been used for something besides lighting.

Looks like a common outlet

for this and the apartment next door.

Yeah, you've got it, Chin.

I'd say whoever was in here

was bugging Jack Rigney's apartment.

He even left these wires disconnected

in his hurry to get out.

That's pretty sophisticated stuff, Steve.

Who do you think it was? FBI?

CIA? Army Intelligence?

I don't know.

Chin, get the lab boys in here.

I want this place gone over with a fine-toothed comb.

Prints, hair, anything they come up with.

Okay.

Look, Anne James said that you could help me out

because I don't have enough fare for myself and my girl.

She told me that you helped get her brother out.

It's up to you, baby,

but don't get the idea

that Trudeau turf is a pacifist's Eden.

Anything's better than jail for three years.

How much bread you got?

Just over 100.

That might be able to cut it.

Leave me your phone number.

Look, I've got to get out of here as soon as possible.

I don't have a phone.

So call me in about an hour.

His name is Mike Rigney.

Has he ever been in here?

Over a thousand young men have come in here

during the past year for information

concerning conscientious objection to war.

I can't remember them all,

nor would I betray their confidence if I did.

Now, if you'll excuse me... Look, Mr. Heller,

we're interested in helping this particular young fellow too.

When he disappeared, he left some suspicion

that he'd been involved in the death of his brother.

The longer he hides out,

the worse he's gonna make it for himself.

All right. He was here yesterday.

Did you counsel him?

Thanks, kid.

We try to make them understand that they have to

bear the consequences of a stand that requires openness,

instead of duplicity.

And, uh, what did he decide to do?

I'm not sure.

It isn't easy for a 20-year-old to decide

between going to jail or leaving his country.

To kill or to be killed.

Sure you kids don't want some soup?

It's really groovy.

Meat, bananas,

and a little Asiatic ginseng.

Guaranteed to blow your stomach.

No thanks. We're not hungry.

Did you ever wonder

why bananas grow here and not in Alaska?

It's because they contain one part sodium

to every 850 parts potassium.

Look, uh, we don't have a lot of time.

Rafe checked you out to make sure you're legit.

He said you're on your way to Canada

to avoid the rip-off artists.

That's right.

Beautiful.

Suppose they gave a war

and nobody came, right?

Can you get us to Portland or San Francisco?

Yeah, I suppose we can filch ya

a couple of airline tickets, uh, for 100 bucks.

I wouldn't charge you anything,

but then, uh, we gotta live too.

We can't leave on a regular airline.

The fuzz after you already?

I thought that, uh, you had to report next week.

They're not after me for draft evasion.

Is that a fact?

Well, in that case, it'll cost you 500.

Five hundred?

Well, where am I supposed to get that kind of money?

I don't care where you get it.

Steal it.

McGARRETT: ID tags,

R and R papers, some bread.

Everything you need,

including a pack of PX cigarettes.

Kono, did you get a make on those prints

we took from the neighbor's apartment?

No, not yet.

We got all the airports, piers, and marinas covered.

Okay, we'll proceed on the assumption

that he's still on the island.

Let's go over it once more, Danno.

Name's Danny Morgan, 5564 Hilo Street.

Only living relative, uncle, Ben Ames.

Graduated from the University of Hawaii, June of last year,

enlisted in the Army, April, this year.

Now on R and R in Hawaii with six days left,

then back to combat.

But you said you weren't going back.

Not on your life, man.

From now on, I'm over the hill.

Had enough, huh?

Yeah, you can say that again.

Like, I'm, uh, splitting for Canada.

You know, Trudeau turf,

where it's cold and it snows eight months of the year.

If I never feel the heat again

or hear the buzzing of flies

or smell the stench of rotting bodies,

it will be too soon, dig?

I dig.

Danno, you should pass easily.

Got all the bases covered, Chin?

Yeah. Your uncle, school, and service records.

All covered.

All right, gentlemen.

McGARRETT: Danno, be careful.

Keep in constant touch.

Anne?

You're Anne James, aren't you?

Uh-huh. My name's Danny Morgan.

Hi. Do I know you?

No, but I'm an old friend of your brother's.

Oh, really? Yeah.

We used to surf together a lot over at Waimea.

He's a great guy. You hear much from him?

I get a letter every now and then.

How's he like Canada?

Not too much, I don't think.

I don't think I will either.

Don't tell me you're gonna be inducted.

You look too old to be a draftee.

Yeah, but, uh, Canada's...

opening up to all kinds of protesters.

Mine is based on experience.

You're already in the Army?

On permanent leave, like, uh, A-W-O-L.

I'm gonna be needing...

Oh.

Did you see your mother?

I was so worried about you.

I thought for sure you'd get caught.

No, it was okay.

You didn't get the money, did you?

I couldn't ask her, Gail.

I just couldn't.

I kind of expected that.

I got it.

I got it. Five hundred dollars.

How?

With seven professors

and twenty-two students, man.

They started a kind of sympathy fund.

But didn't they know me?

I mean, about what's happened?

Well, they know you.

That seemed to be enough.

Do you love me, Michael?

I must be crazy taking you with me.

Uh-uh. It's gonna work.

You were right about the prints on the gun, Steve.

They belong to the brother, Mike Rigney.

Report from Danny, Steve.

He made contact with a guy on an underground campus newspaper

through the girl.

Thinks Mike may have sought out the same one

for help in trying to get off the island.

But get a load of this.

It's the FBI kickback of those prints

we took from the next-door apartment.

Alan Croyden,

Army Criminal Investigation Division.

How do you like them pineapples?

Well, things are beginning to make some sense.

Like Mrs. Jessup's sudden change.

I guess they got to her.

But why, Steve? What's it all about?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Lieutenant. Mr. McGarrett.

Where's Colonel Franklin?

Uh, he's in Washington.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Well, then I guess you'll have to

provide me with some answers.

That might be difficult, Mr. McGarrett.

As a matter of fact, I've been instructed

to suggest to you that you cool your investigation

of this Army matter.

Well, that might be very difficult for me, lieutenant.

Actually, it's the Pentagon that's asking.

They want you to back away from any public disclosure

of our intelligence agent's involvement in the case,

until the Army completes its own investigation.

Investigation of what?

I'm sorry, it's classified.

Well, you see, lieutenant, I have a duty also,

to the public and especially to the family

of Lieutenant Rigney to bring out any

pertinent information surrounding his death,

you understand?

Look, I applaud your conscientiousness,

Mr. McGarrett.

I sympathize with the family.

However, I have my orders, which I reiterate.

It has been suggested that you

cool your investigation into this matter.

Lieutenant, I am not about to be pressured

into cooling any or all of my investigation

in this case.

And you can tell your superiors that.

I work for the State of Hawaii,

not the federal government.

Now, are you gonna tell me what's going on here?

I can't do that, Mr. McGarrett.

Hey, Charlie.

This is the cat I told you about.

Oh, the deserter. Mm-hm.

Peace, baby. Come on in.

You've arrived at the DP heaven.

You check him out?

Yeah. I called our contact,

had him check the AWOL list.

He's cool.

So you wanna flee the scene, huh?

You got it.

Well, we can get you as far as the coast,

but after that, you're on your own

with the FBI nabbers, dig?

How much bread you got?

How much do you need?

Oh, it'll be tough. About, uh, 500.

Cool.

You just make yourself at home, now,

and, uh, we'll get to work on it.

That guy in the other room.

What about him?

I saw him yesterday talking to one of the counselors

at the C.O. Committee Place.

So?

So he's fuzz, man. Fuzz.

The fuzz. Let's split.

How are you, general?

Colonel.

You've met Steve McGarrett, Five-0?

Colonel. Yes, certainly.

How are you, McGarrett? Fine.

I was, uh, terribly sorry to hear about your boy.

Yes, I, uh...

Let's get right to it, Colonel.

I don't mind telling you I'm plenty upset.

I hope it's not with me, sir.

Well, since you're responsible

for investigating activity on this island,

I would consider you directly in the line of fire.

If there's anything I can do...

You can start by giving me some straight answers

about the electronic eavesdropping

of my son's apartment.

General, I w... I... I'd be happy...

Straight answers, colonel.

Alan Croyden is one of your men,

am I right?

Yes, he...

He was in charge of bugging my son's apartment?

Look, general, I have orders.

I don't give a damn about your orders.

I want to know why your men were sneaking around

a Vietnam hero like he was some commie spy.

It's nothing like that, sir.

You can say that again, mister.

Now, I wanna know what this was all about,

and I wanna know now.

I just can't tell you, general.

Well, there must have been a tape made

of everything that went on in Lieutenant Rigney's apartment.

That was sent to Washington.

And you didn't keep a copy?

That's standard procedure.

Well... RIGNEY: Was there a copy or not?

Yes, but... Well, I wanna hear it.

I wanna know what the charges are against my son.

I wanna know why the tape was made in the first place.

General, your son may have been involved in certain incidents.

Believe me, sir, the Army is not trying to suppress anything.

W-We're simply trying to protect everyone involved

by not releasing incomplete information,

such as that on the tape,

pending a full-scale investigation

of certain incidents.

Incident...? What incidents?

Name me the charges against my son.

I just can't tell you that, sir.

Franklin, I'll have your hide for this.

It would be my hide if I let you hear that tape.

Colonel, I don't think you realize

just how important this is to General Rigney.

Now, there's a possibility of homicide

in the death of his son, Lieutenant Rigney,

and his other son, Michael, is the prime suspect.

Now, that tape could shed an awful lot of light

on exactly what happened.

I'm sorry. It's out of my hands.

Mike's disappearance has made it look all the worse.

If my son had a hand in the death of his brother,

I wanna know.

I've got to know.

Will you take my word that he didn't?

In the name of God, how can I take your word

for something like that?

General, believe me,

I am not trying to make it tough on you.

There are... There are just some things

that are better left alone.

Franklin, I'm not ordering you as a superior officer,

I'm begging you as the father of two sons.

Please let me hear that tape.

I just can't help you, general.

They weren't Army people,

maybe another branch of the federal government.

As soon as I showed them my ID,

they let me go.

Mike's still in their custody.

That's terrible.

Holding him against his will.

Whatever's going on, somebody's taking great pains

to keep it wrapped up.

Well, I'm plenty sick of it.

What are you going to do?

I can make waves in high places too.

May I use your phone? Long distance.

Please, please.

Operator, this is General Earl Rigney.

I want to call the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.,

area code 202-545-6700.

Earl, you know I'd help you if I could,

but this is an extremely touchy situation

with great repercussions.

I've been told that

till I'm blue in the face, Jonathan.

I don't care how touchy it is,

I've got one boy dead,

and somebody's holding the other one incommunicado.

But can't you just wait

until they complete the investigation?

Would you be able to wait?

Could you live day after day not knowing whether one son,

killed himself,

or was murdered by his brother?

My God, Jonathan,

I've never asked one favor of anybody

in 30 years of service to my country.

If I've ever earned anything fighting in three wars,

it's the right to know what happened to my boy.

All right, Earl, I'll do what I can.

Mike.

Oh, Mike.

No, no, no. Oh, God.

Jack, don't.

Let me go!

Let me die!

Why, Jack?

Why?

Animals.

I'm just an animal.

What are you talking about?

Jungle.

It's just a jungle, you hate.

Oh, God, I hate.

It's all over now. You're back. It's over.

Oh, no. No.

It stays with you.

It's inside. I can't get rid of it.

Burns, like napalm.

Kids you've seen, man.

Women screaming.

Don't talk about it.

I've got to talk about it.

I've got to know what I did, man,

what I'm capable of doing.

You only did what they forced you to.

Forced me?

They never forced me to kill women, old men.

But you didn't know.

I knew.

I knew. I just didn't care.

Then there was the sweep, man.

There was a stronghold,

a Vietcong stronghold, they said.

So we knew we had to go through the area

and kill everything, right?

Kill everything in sight.

God, help. God.

It wasn't a Vietcong stronghold.

It was a village, man.

A little village with people.

There was this old man.

Just a skinny little old man in black pajamas.

He was running away, and I cut him down with my automatic.

Why did I kill him?

He was just running away.

This woman, man... This woman...

His wife or his mother or...

I just shot, man, I just...

I didn't care. Grenades went off...

Afterwards there was nothing left. I just...

We didn't care what we killed, man.

Peasants, kooks, anything, we...

We only cared about our body count.

About our high kill ratio.

Look, I'd better call Dad.

Don't call Dad, man.

He can help you.

I don't even want him to know.

He'd understand, Jack.

If anybody would understand, he would.

Not this, man.

He never fought in a war like this.

He never had to become an animal.

You've gotta talk to someone.

You can't keep it bottled up.

I'm all right, man.

I just must have lost my head for a second.

Promise me, Mike, you won't tell Dad.

I don't want him to know about this.

Promise me.

You need help.

I'm okay. I'm all right.

I just don't want Dad to know, man.

It would just kill him.

He thinks I'm a hero and...

Promise me, Mike.

Okay, I promise, but on one condition.

You check in at the Army hospital

and let someone look at you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll do anything.

I'll call you first thing in the morning.

Okay.

I have to talk to you about something

when you're feeling better.

I need your help, Jack.

Look... Look, y-you'd better lie down.

You'll be all right.

It's all over now, Mike.

Let's go home now.

No, Dad, it's not over.

They want me to go there like Jack.

Isolated incident.

No, Dad.

I can't go.

I've made my decision.

I'll have to go to jail.

Then I've got... two dead sons.

Mike.