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This is the final call

for Flight 190 for Los Angeles and Chicago,

now ready for departure, Gate 9.

R and R?

Yeah. It's been a long time.

Yeah. I bet it has.

Want to open this for me?

Sure.

Announcing Flight 14 from New York and Los Angeles,

now arriving at Gate 8.

Anything you want to declare?

Just this.

A souvenir, huh?

Yeah. It's real old.

The fellow I bought it from said maybe it's, uh, 4, 500 years.

Well, you know, uh,

I just wouldn't count on that if I were you.

You enjoy yourself, Corporal Kurtz.

Thanks.

Next.

If you're heading for Fort DeRussy, uh, the bus is free.

Uh, just take me to the Ilikai.

Okay.

Room 1805.

He'll take your bag and meet you at the room.

I'll take it myself, thank you.

Blanks.

They are blanks.

What does it look like, Danno?

Ugly. Marine corporal.

Just returned from Vietnam. R and R.

Still had his travel orders

and his airplane ticket stub in his pocket.

Any, uh, witnesses?

Yeah, a group went up in the elevator.

Bellboy was with him. Said that everybody got off

except the corporal and two Chinese businessmen.

Huh, interesting.

Steve.

This is Frank Sobolt, the desk clerk.

He talked to the corporal.

He had a reservation. Corporal Robert L. Kurtz.

Uh, it came in by mail.

From where?

Travel agency out of Saigon.

Well, isn't that unusual?

Not necessarily.

Okay. Thanks, Mr. Sobolt.

Well, doctor, what can you tell me?

Powder burns on the temple. Small caliber. One shot.

Death was instantaneous.

Here, you better take these.

Mr. McGarrett?

I'll take them if you don't mind.

Okay, colonel.

"Kurtz, Robert L.

Serial number 19583298."

That's what his transit order says.

Found it in his pocket.

That's what it says.

Except I don't have him on my list.

Rest and recreation list, Honolulu area.

No Kurtz, Robert L.

He wasn't being assigned here.

Well, maybe he was just passing through.

Then his name would be here.

I'll shoot off a query to Saigon.

Do that, and let me know as soon as possible.

Steve.

It's the usual batch of stuff.

Except? All the clothes are brand-new.

Never been worn.

And not only no laundry marks,

they're not even the same size.

He came off the Saigon plane, passed your table, right?

Your initials are on his custom form.

Yeah, I... I remember.

Kurtz. He had it on a nameplate.

Was he carrying anything, uh, special?

Just the usual thing the boys bring back, uh,

and a souvenir Buddha.

Buddha?

Hm. It's not on the list of things we found.

Uh, what kind of Buddha?

Junk.

You could get one just like it

in any novelty shop from San Francisco to Singapore.

Steve.

Well, it's official now.

Colonel Pierce checked from Saigon to the Pentagon.

Phony serial number.

And who was Lance Corporal Robert L. Kurtz?

Leo Price.

INTERPOL matched his fingerprints right away.

Leo Price.

Wanted for murder, among other things.

Yeah. Macao. Eight days ago.

Then it was all just a front.

Leo Price came up with a bright idea

to smuggle something in.

But the plane came from Saigon.

Civilian plane. Had some soldiers on it.

All he had to do was buy a ticket.

But first he had to forge travel orders and dog tags

and get from Macao to Saigon.

Sure went to a lot of trouble.

Not enough.

Somebody was waiting for him on this end.

Narcotics?

No. Customs went into his gear.

Would have spotted even one kilo of shipment.

McGARRETT: You're probably right, Chin,

but the way the hit was made, in a hotel.

You don't run a risk like that unless it was big, really big.

Now, what was inside that Buddha?

Ah, hey, Steve!

Ron!

You're supposed to be in Tokyo.

I was, this morning.

Come on, Steve. Let's take a walk.

Wait a minute.

Full commander, huh?

Well, nobody told you to resign your commission.

Well, I figured I was leaving the Navy in good hands.

Besides, that's the only way you could get my job.

Hear you've been keeping busy.

Yeah. But I never expected to see you in Honolulu.

Well, I thought I could use a refresher course.

What are you really doing here, Ron?

It looks like we're going to be working together again, Steve.

On what?

Oh, I could tell you.

But you're not?

Right. Somebody else is waiting to do that.

They're going to the new Capitol building.

Well, if McGarrett does not know, he shortly will.

That will make it more difficult.

Infinitely.

Nevertheless, it will not alter the results.

We must succeed no matter what the cost,

to us, or to Mr. McGarrett.

Steve. Governor.

Commander Nicholson, Naval Intelligence, Tokyo.

Commander. Sir.

Hello, David. David Carter,

Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

Treasury Department. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. McGarrett.

All present, sir.

Governor.

Jonathan. Hello, Steve.

Thank you both for coming so quickly.

Please, uh, be seated.

Gentlemen,

nine hours ago,

I was in Washington with the president.

Now, what you're about to hear is totally classified

and a matter of the utmost urgency.

In fact, it wouldn't be an overstatement to say

that the future of the free world

depends on what we do here in Hawaii

within the next 24 hours.

Gentlemen, there are certain weapons, ultimate weapons,

which every nation hesitates to use.

Nuclear weaponry and biochemical warfare.

These tools of destruction would leave the Earth in ruins.

An arid devastation so complete

there would be no survivors, only victims.

One area of vulnerability

that has always remained sacrosanct...

That is, until now.

Slide Number 1, please.

Every nation has its own form of currency,

honored and respected by the others.

That is, until now.

Gentlemen, I'm speaking of economic warfare.

That is, attacking the credibility and value

of another nation's currency.

Now, the closest any nation has come to this prior to now

was during the Hitler regime.

The Germans duplicated the English pound note.

And if they had been able

to airdrop enough of these perfect counterfeits,

chaos.

They would have destroyed England,

perhaps the entire allied world.

Jonathan, you didn't vacate that desk at the Pentagon

just to recap World War II.

Hardly, governor.

Gentlemen, 10 weeks ago, another nation succeeded

in creating a set of perfect plates.

And this time, it's our currency that's under attack...

by the government of Peking.

In Peking, they instructed me

to achieve an unqualified success

that brings total victory.

Four years of constant travail have brought us to this point.

The perfect plates.

We are not thought of as an industrial power.

People scoff and think of the water buffalo.

Yet our technology has succeeded where others have failed.

And through our success will come ruin for the United States.

China is bent on the economic destruction of our nation.

Well, there have been counterfeiting plots before,

but there's always been a flaw.

Not this time.

Carter?

The Thomas Sully portrait of Andrew Jackson

was engraved by Arthur Seeley.

The next slide, please.

In the background of the Jackson portrait,

there is a most minute difference

between the vertical lines and the horizontal lines.

The spacing of the vertical lines is greater,

exactly 72 88-hundredths of an inch,

compared to 70 88-hundredths of an inch,

for the horizontal lines.

Mr. McGarrett, according to our information,

provided by an agent before he was killed,

that is how exact the Chinese counterfeit plates

have been made.

What about the serial numbers?

We're told that the Chinese have managed to manufacture plates

that can vary both the letters and the digits,

and defy detection.

And they've cracked our coding system.

Do these bills exist in quantity?

Not yet, Steve. Only a sample run.

Thank you, Carter.

But once they are printed and distributed,

it's all over.

It's brutally simple.

They'll flood the international market

with counterfeit $20 bills.

Now, as long as we cannot identify them as counterfeit,

we have no other choice but to honor them.

You said that the plates were stolen in Nanking?

Yes, by one of our deep-plant agents

just before the Chinese could put them to use.

Then our man was murdered,

and other parties came into possession of the plates.

Now, in our anxiety to acquire them,

I'm afraid we made one error.

We offered a reward, no questions asked.

And that offer has drawn the riffraff of the world into it.

What kind of reward?

One million dollars.

One million two hundred and fifty thousand.

That's what the Russians are offering.

Then my government will pay $1.5 million.

We must have those plates.

Commander Nicholson has followed the tortuous path

the plates have taken since Nanking.

Commander?

Well, it's, uh, been a pretty bloody path

all the way across most of Southeast Asia.

Now, our man bought it trying to reach Hong Kong.

He got as far south as Kuang-Chou

before he was murdered and the plate stolen.

They were carried west, changing hands at Nanchang

and again at Hanoi.

Three more dead.

And the plates moved on to Vientiane,

where a French businessman held on to them for six hours

before he was killed.

Now, they were recovered by Red Chinese agents,

who got as far as Haiphong, in the Gulf of Tonkin.

They were found with their throats neatly cut.

And then, somehow, the plates reached Macao.

Nine days ago, Steve. I was there.

A Portuguese trader by the name of Jua Perdeda had the plates.

Leo Price killed him, and the plates vanished again.

And so did Leo Price, until today,

and the rest you know.

Was Leo Price working alone?

Well, originally, there were three of them.

The late Leo Price and Nicole Fleming.

Born in Manchukuo. Mother, Russian.

Father, British businessman, supposedly.

Too many aliases to trace.

Speaks five languages with absolute fluency.

INTERPOL has a file linking her

to everything from espionage to blackmail.

Make no mistake. She's as deadly as she is female.

And her partner until Macao...

A little ferret of a man,

Anthony Cameron Madrid.

Of course, your information

regarding the whereabouts of Leo Price proved most accurate,

even worth as much as we paid for it, but...

I didn't know. I thought... I knew he had the plates.

But obviously he did not, Mr. Madrid.

So you have performed only a part

of the function you promised.

Well, I can deliver. Just give me a chance.

Leo Price double-crossed me in Penang, left me to die.

A grievance we have since made up for.

But I should not like to think

that that was the sole purpose of our agreement.

Where are the plates, Mr. Madrid?

Precisely!

They're on their way here.

There's no question about it.

We know they're due to arrive here.

But we don't know how, we don't know where.

We don't know when.

But this much we do know: the bees are all gathering,

so it's not going to be easy.

Commander?

Mikhail Ivanovich Topteken.

Known as Misha.

He'll be arriving, representing the Soviet Union.

And Wo Fat, the Chinese People's Republic.

Yeah. We've met.

Who was the last one to have the plates?

She was.

Nicole Fleming.

Yes, that's him.

You're absolutely sure?

Yes, that's my brother, Robert Kurtz.

As children, we were so close.

But even then, he was wild.

These last few years, I don't know what went wrong.

I hardly knew him anymore.

And he sent you a wire from Saigon, Miss Kurtz,

asking you to meet him here in Honolulu?

This is Steve McGarrett, head of Five-0.

How do you do?

How do you do?

The wire, Miss Kurtz. He asked you to meet him here?

Yes.

Have you any idea why?

No.

And I suppose now I never will.

My brother just said it was important.

I never thought I'd be taking him home in a coffin.

I understand.

Is there something we can do for you, Miss Kurtz?

I suppose there are arrangements to be made,

personal effects.

Personal effects?

Is that why you came here, Miss Fleming?

Leo Price had a number

of dubious achievements in his life,

but he didn't have a sister.

I didn't know you were expecting me.

Oh, it was very nice of you to drop by

and tell us about poor Leo's personal effects.

Would you care to be more specific?

I would not.

We're very interested in personal effects.

Yours, for instance.

Mr. McGarrett, I have nothing to hide.

The Kahala. Suite 84.

McGarrett.

Yeah. Clean, huh?

Yeah, figures.

All right, Chin. Thank you.

You may go, Miss Fleming.

Thank you.

I suppose you'll have me watched.

Constantly.

How nice. Then we'll be seeing each other again.

Very cool lady.

H.P.D. surveillance team set?

Round the clock.

She tried to bluff us, Danno, but not very hard,

as if she, uh, really didn't care

if we found her out or not.

Doesn't make sense unless she wants us to watch her.

Let's get down to the lab and go over it again.

You told us to go over Leo Price's effects.

Again.

I thought it was a waste of time.

But...

If that's counterfeit, it's a beauty.

Hm.

Except for the serial numbers.

They're all zeroes.

From a sample run?

Has to be.

I'll get David Carter over here right away.

The Treasury Department will want to go over that bill.

Good news?

The news we've been waiting for.

McGARRETT: Colonel?

Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0, State Police.

You know me?

Oh, I know you, colonel.

And I know why you're here.

You know that too, eh?

A holiday.

That's what it says on my visa, Mr. McGarrett.

A visa issued by the United States government.

Would you care to see my visa?

I've already seen a copy of it.

We just thought it would be easier

to let you use the front door.

Easier for all of us,

especially for someone so observant as yourself.

Well, have a nice time on your holiday, colonel.

Relax, enjoy the sun and the scenery, but no work.

Tell me,

uh, do you come down to the airport

to greet all visitors to Hawaii?

Only some. But all colonels from the KGB.

It's a purely honorary title.

I'm glad to hear that.

You're staying at the Kahala?

Is it, um, adequate?

Well, it's a lot better than the Hotel National in Moscow.

But I don't understand.

It's very simple, Mr. Madrid.

We no longer require your services.

The plates. You still need the plates.

True, but to achieve that purpose, we no longer need you.

But that's not true.

I'm a part of this.

You still need me.

I know these people. I understand them.

I can help you.

Enthusiasm is one of your virtues.

But it should be combined with attentiveness.

It was only an accident of fate that we ever met.

It will be a fatal accident should we ever meet again.

You may go now, Mr. Madrid.

Nicole... I forgive you.

I know it wasn't your fault, what happened in Penang.

There's my boy.

Nicole?

Oh, what's the matter, Tony?

Doesn't Wo Fat need you anymore?

No, he doesn't.

Well, neither do I.

That's not fair.

But that's the way it is.

Steve, this is Lieutenant Henano,

Army Intelligence. He's been running

the shortwave radio triangulation project for us.

Lieutenant, what is it you've got?

We picked up some signals

that don't fit into the FCC ham operators' schedule.

High-speed transmissions?

Yes, sir. Finally got a fix. Here.

Steve.

Maybe they didn't cover all their tracks.

McGARRETT: Okay, Danno,

let's hear what we got.

That's it.

Try playing it again. Slow it down.

Slow it some more.

This recorder won't go any slower.

All right. Call KGMB. Tell them our problem.

We'll have to cycle this transmission way down.

What do you think we got, Steve?

Probably a small piece of the message that got to Wo Fat,

and it will be in code.

Uh, better get the, uh, NAS cipher man over here too.

Steve.

I thought you might want to see this right away.

Ballistics.

Ran a test on the gun that Wo Fat's men were using

and then compared it

with the bullet that killed Leo Price.

Huh.

Perfect match.

Well, that settles it.

Wo Fat had Leo Price killed

and took whatever he had with him.

McGarrett.

I'm on my way.

Everyone else had gone home.

There was a rush, so I had to keep working.

Ron had just called and said he was on his way over.

Got word from Jonathan Kay.

He wanted that bill in Washington by morning.

The president was going to display it

to the National Security Council.

It was supposed to go out within the hour.

We had a B-52 standing by, but by the time I got here...

Somebody hit you and stole the bill?

First I knew, Ron was reviving me

and the bill was gone.

And I can understand why.

Until I examined it,

I couldn't believe it was really possible.

Not just the engraving,

but the ink spectrum, the paper,

the... The texture, the fiber.

Everything was perfect.

Somebody needed that bill desperately.

Maybe... maybe as an example of what they can deliver.

Nicole Fleming?

McGARRETT: No, not her personally.

If she left the hotel, we'd know about that.

They sure were neat, Steve. Wiped them clean.

Figures.

All right, Danny, let me try it

at a different speed.

Really slow it down, huh?

All right. Here it goes at 0.9.

Make anything of that?

Well, you're on the right track.

Try it down one more point.

I am expected.

Colonel Topteken.

I assume you took the necessary precautions

before coming here.

Yes, I managed to evade

my police escort and your men too.

That does not surprise me.

Although I was surprised when I was notified

that you had come personally to discuss this matter.

Again.

It appears that I misunderstood

what you told me in Peking

when you denied the existence of the plates.

Yes, it's...

It's an extraordinary piece of work.

It has chanced to find its way into my hand.

I have already notified the Kremlin of their existence,

so that should satisfy your first question.

Conceded. The plates exist.

Which brings us to the prime question:

their possible use.

Uh, Moscow is willing to ignore

the unilateral action taken so far.

Moscow is most generous.

The race now being run is pointless.

Moscow will win, as always.

But competition between comrades is wasteful

unless there is some constructive purpose

to be served, beneficial to both.

And, as always, Moscow has a proposition to make.

Exactly.

We combine resources,

thereby guaranteeing recovery of the plates.

There are two of them. There are two of us.

One in Peking, one in Moscow.

Thereby assuring their safety

as an effective threat against the Americans.

It also assures that they will not be used.

Someday, our Chinese comrades

may have as much to lose as we do.

It is possible to achieve prosperity and true socialism

at the same time.

Is it?

At the moment, it seems you have almost as much to lose

as the Americans.

And we can only gain.

We shall consider your proposal.

However, your generous offer

to combine resources to recover the plates

may not be necessary.

As you wish.

Central? Uh, this is Williams.

Patch me through to Chin Ho.

Chin? Danny.

Can you get over here right away?

Yeah. Uh, a five-digit code. But it's in Chinese.

Oh, thank you very much, young man.

My pleasure.

Just passing by?

To see you.

I'm flattered by your attentions, Mr. McGarrett.

All of them.

It makes a girl feel so secure.

That's what you want, isn't it? Lots of attention.

Is that what you think?

Why else would you have created

this, uh, goldfish bowl for yourself?

Goldfish bowl?

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

All right.

Let's take a few hours ago.

Something very valuable was stolen from the police lab.

And, of course, you had nothing to do with that.

You were right here all the time.

Of course. Your man was right outside my door.

Unless, uh, you had somebody do it for you.

I don't have somebody, Mr. McGarrett.

I'm all alone,

and that's a very vulnerable position

for a girl to be in these days.

Yes. Very dangerous.

You know, there really are only two possibilities.

Either you're a diversion,

sitting here so that we'll all watch you

instead of what we should be watching.

Or?

Or you're waiting for them to come to you

so you can make your move,

but be protected by my people in the interim.

Oh, that would be clever, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Except that it won't work. Not anymore.

What a pity.

The race is on, Miss Fleming.

And you're gonna come in second at best.

If you're still alive.

Steve, Farlow cracked the code,

and Chin translated it from Chinese.

Uh, we still haven't got much, though.

Just a piece. A couple of word fragments.

Sounds like, uh...

Z-I-L-M-A.

Zilma. Zilma.

Zilma.

Zilma.

No sign of Wo Fat?

Not yet.

McGarrett. Five-0.

This ship is restricted, captain.

No one is to board it or leave it.

What is this all about, Mr. McGarrett?

I am Captain DeJongh.

Under international law, we can seize and confiscate goods

prohibited by law or treaty from being imported or exported.

There's some contraband on this ship and we're gonna find it.

Ah, but you're too late.

Whatever it is, I guess they already took it off.

Who took it off?

Commander Nicholson, you Navy Intelligence officer.

His launch stopped us at the breakwater.

Nicholson.

That's strange.

Uh, when he came aboard,

where did he go and what did he take?

Well, you better talk to Zagore, the third engineer.

He is the one Commander Nicholson wanted to see.

Zagore?

That's him.

Nicholson's got the plates.

Looks like he's going in business for himself.

Nicholson?

Phone call, Miss Fleming.

Thank you, Miss.

Hello, darling.

Yes, I got it.

And I did what you said.

Every cop in the Western world

must be looking for me right now.

But there was no other way, you know.

Do you know what to do now?

Yeah, I know.

And I'll be with you soon.

Mwah.

And now, my dear Misha, you were saying?

I was saying $2 million.

Two million dollars.