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Wanted you to see this, McGarrett.

Kind of weird.

Arson in reverse.

Well, how can you hurt an incinerator?

You put a lid on the top of that stack.

Now, how did that yo-yo get up there?

That's one of my yo-yos, chief.

Yeah, Kono, what do you got?

When they fired up the furnace this morning, it backfired.

The plant was closed over the weekend.

So they had two days.

One thing you know,

it took some muscle to get that lid up there.

That thing's 8 feet in diameter, cut to fit.

Wedged in, no way to lift it out.

They sure know what they were doing.

That kind of turns you on, huh, Kono?

Yeah.

It's the first time anybody's done anything

about these big smudge pots.

Well, when they get that lid down, have Che go over it.

Right.

Chin, plenty of apartments facing this way.

Go and knock on some doors, see if anybody saw anything.

Okay.

Steve, look what I found on top of the chimney.

What is that?

McGARRETT:

"E ku Kaili moku."

E ku Kaili moku.

Kaili has risen.

Kaili?

One of our ancient Hawaiian gods.

The god of battle.

Good morning, Steve.

How are you, Sumi?

Pleased. A Menehune just came in from Kauai.

You know, it's so old,

I'm afraid to make a calculated guess on its origin.

Well, maybe you could make a calculated guess about this.

Kailimoku, god of battle.

Widely worshiped during the time of King Kamehameha the Great,

before Captain Cook and the missionaries, of course.

Hawaiians had many war gods, didn't they?

Dozens.

Only one, however, could make himself heard

over the sounds of battle, Kaili.

E ku Kaili moku.

That phrase, it came on a note with this.

What does it really mean?

It was a rallying cry

to unite for the common good.

A sort of, uh, "long live Hawaii," if you will.

This gourd, is it local?

Yes, you see them now and then on the farm markets.

May I inquire who is using

white tern feathers for curio dolls?

This is Steve McGarrett. Miss Weston, our ornithologist.

Miss Weston.

Mr. McGarrett.

Perhaps you can tell me where this bird comes from.

Well, there are only two nests left at Rabbit Island.

There used to be hundreds.

What's happening to the species?

Between oil slicks, pesticides, sewerage,

the white tern's virtually been annihilated.

You seem to have a particular interest in this bird.

I have a particular interest in all vanishing breeds,

Mr. McGarrett.

The white tern happens to be

the most ethereal of all our birds.

When danger threatened, it was this bird

that warned all the others with a piercing scream.

Like Kaili, huh?

Thank you, Miss Weston.

Uh, one of these days, I might just take up bird watching.

When you do, let me know.

Sheet aluminum.

A quarter-inch thick, hinged in the middle.

Diameter 8 feet, 6 inches,

same width as the incinerator stack.

This thing sure weighs a lot.

About 125 pounds. Minimum.

And no evidence of a chain hoist or a block and tackle?

Nothing, and no fingerprints either, Steve.

Very tidy housekeeping.

Very good metalwork too.

The edge of this lid is tapered to ensure a snug fit.

Steve?

Found a witness. Good.

A woman who can't sleep past 5 a.m. was in her kitchen,

got a clear view of the stack.

Saw a guy climb up Sunday before dawn.

And this morning, he hauled up a piece of iron.

A guy? One guy?

Yeah, that's what she says.

Any description?

Nah, too far away.

He probably measured the stack Sunday

and installed it this morning.

You mean one guy carried all that weight

up a 142-foot stack?

Yeah. A guy like that

can go bear hunting with chopsticks.

Steve, that typewriter, uh, a military Model 6.

The Army sold off hundreds of them after the war.

It has its own peculiarities, though:

A dirty E and a broken H

and tends to double-space under heavy pressure.

Maybe we're overreacting.

Maybe some guy just has a thing about incinerators.

I got a hunch we're gonna be hearing more from him.

Are you hunching or hoping, Kono?

This is Officer Kyle, capitol security.

Kyle? That's right.

Put me through to McGarrett.

The Environmental Defense League

doesn't have a formal membership list, Mr. McGarrett.

We're very homespun.

Who pays the bills?

Well, we're volunteers.

The office is donated rent-free.

So are we. I'm an architect.

I come down here whenever I've got a couple of hours.

And, uh, she, Charlotte there,

she's a housewife. She handles the mailings.

Then there is a mailing list.

Mm-hm. About 1,200 names,

a few of whom come to the meetings.

Heh. You're welcome to the list, if you like.

Is that as cooperative as you can get, Mr. Finley?

Mr. McGarrett, at this point, a great many of our members

would like Kaili to run for senator.

Others want to put him in

for the Congressional Medal of Honor.

Anything goes, is that it?

Look at this town, McGarrett.

We have a scenic view of high-rises and traffic jams.

We have the beginnings of Los Angeles smog

and a New York indifference.

Now, I ask you, is this any way to run a paradise?

No, but do you think that Kaili's tactics

are the best way to clean up these islands?

No, I don't.

But I know that human history began

with an act of disobedience

and it's likely to end with an act of obedience.

Here's your list.

Yeah, Chin. It was the same typewriter.

CHIN HO: This, uh, Kaili,

what is he trying to prove?

I think he's trying to lay a message on the governor:

If they don't stop dumping 55 million gallons of raw sewage

off Sand Island each day,

we're all gonna need typhoid shots to go swimming.

Thank you.

Lunch. Thanks, Danno.

Got anything? Yeah, I got a list.

What do you think this, uh, Kaili will do next?

Well, he's hit the smog and water-contamination problems,

so that leaves quite a few other types of pollution.

Name your poison.

Now he's shooting down crop-dusters.

How do you feel, brother?

First time I caught flak over a cane field.

Did you see him?

Heard some shots, then I just clobbered in.

I... I came to about... About 50 yards away

with that... That party favor in my hand.

I kind of remember a guy with big meat hooks.

He just carried me like I was a little baby.

First the guy shoots him down,

then risks his life to pull him out of a burning plane.

Yeah.

I'll thank him, after I shoot him.

Okay, take him.

Let's see that, Danno.

"Stop poisoning the Earth.

"The soil is for growing, not killing.

Kaili."

He should read his own notes.

Steve.

There's buckshot holes in the fuselage all around the engine.

Looks like he was careful not to hit the pilot.

You know, until now, I had some sympathy going

for this Kaili character.

He did save the pilot.

There's no way he could guarantee that, Danno, no way.

The garbage, the, uh, smokestack,

they could be called pranks.

This... This is attempted murder.

They picked him up, Steve. He's in your office.

Good.

Mr. Finley, we're gonna catch your Kaili

with or without your help.

So it's time you gave some thought to the penalty

for withholding information... Say no more.

When I heard about the crop-duster on the radio,

I made another list.

Names and addresses of people I remember seeing

at our last few meetings.

At our last meeting, we got a very depressing report

about the chances for anti-pollution laws

passing this year.

That was last Saturday. Thank you.

I hope this Kaili isn't a member of the Defense League.

But if he is, please get him fast.

He's missing the point.

Good, good. Danno.

This is the Environmental Defense League's, uh,

membership list.

It works out to about 20 names each, should go fast.

We're looking for a big guy, powerful,

knowledge of metalwork,

with access to an old typewriter.

And an automatic shotgun with double-O buckshot

and Magnum shells.

You know, Kaili's either very lucky or very smart.

Or both.

Yes?

Mr., uh, Clement Bryan?

Yes, that's my name.

Yeah?

May I speak to Edward J. Kramer, please?

You're speaking to Edward J. Kramer.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm in the Environmental Defense League.

What about it?

It must get a little hairy working up there, eh, brother?

I get paid for it.

Can you tell me where you were on the, uh, following dates?

Been here since '39, Mr. Williams.

And I tell you,

what the Japs did to this place ain't nothing

to what the haoles

and the Chinks are doing to it since.

Three-sixty plus a quart of 10-30.

The, uh, Chinese?

Yeah.

Big developers like, uh, Lai Han.

Big developers.

He overdeveloped this land,

overloaded the sewers, fouled the rivers.

You take a dive in that stream back there,

see what it does to your skin.

Most of them seem to meet the sanitation code.

Come on, Williams.

Guys like Lai Han, they get over a sanitation code

faster than you can flush a toilet.

That gun yours?

Yeah. We stay open till midnight.

Used to be my duck gun

when there was ducks on this island.

Now it's my midnight survival kit.

Where were you on the following dates?

Let's see, 5 a.m. Sunday and Monday?

I was sleeping.

Alone, I'm afraid. Heh.

Tuesday and Thursday afternoons?

Well, I've got shop here till 3

and then, uh, it's football practice.

I'm an assistant coach.

Well, I'll have to check with the principal

and the head coach on that.

Go ahead.

What do you think of this, um, "E ku Kaili moku" jazz?

I'm jealous.

He's shaken up more people in one week

than I have in five years of recycling petitions

and letters to congressmen.

Maybe.

But let me tell you something.

If he doesn't walk in now,

he's gonna see a bunch of prison, brother.

Do you know what I mean?

McGARRETT: Hot off the press, huh?

I picked them up

in a head shop down in the jungle.

Please, please, Mr. McGarrett is busy. If you'd...

He is not too busy to become famous.

Mr. McGarrett?

Yeah, I'm McGarrett.

They are going to make you captain.

You will be pig of the year.

And what will you be, friend?

I am Kaili. I have risen.

Call the press.

What for?

For my confession. What else?

Oh, then you're admitting that you put that steel lid

on the, uh, incinerator stack, Mr...?

Kong. Kaili Kong.

Yes, I had to,

to cleanse the air, to breathe.

And you shot down the crop-duster?

Yes, my son.

In the line of duty, of course.

Pretty good with a rifle, huh?

I have the eyes of an eagle.

Uh, Mr. Williams here is our public-relations officer.

He'll, uh, take you right down to the, uh, press chamber.

Will there be television cameras?

Are you kidding? In every room, in color.

That gentlemen could use a seven-day examination

in the state rubber room, Jenny.

Heh. The printing company says

those posters were ordered by Joe Lemana,

a student at the university.

All right, get Chin on it.

Joe Lemana?

Chin Ho Kelly, Five-0.

Looking for Kaili?

Right.

I just might be him, badge man.

I mean, you never know.

I know.

Fifty-seven names. How many suspects?

That, um, construction guy, he qualifies.

But his alibis are solid.

I got a high-school teacher, a real mountain.

A four letter man: football, wrestling,

swimming, track.

He's got everything.

Including a principal and a football coach

who alibi him all the way.

My gas station owner is pretty big too.

I, uh, questioned a man who says

he's gonna demolish a new apartment building

one floor at a time,

'cause it blocks his view of Diamond Head.

Why doesn't he move?

He has, six times.

New high-rise every time.

Pollution is not within

my realm of responsibility.

I am but a developer

of low-priced housing and apartments.

And sewage. Hi, Steve.

And there you have a moral obligation, Lai Han.

Senator Patterson, I do not create sewage.

People create sewage.

Heh. Moral obligation, that's right.

You, Mr. Grace, like Mr. Hackbart and the others,

have a moral responsibility to install filter systems

so our waters will run clean as...

I have only one obligation, to my stockholders.

The name of the game is profits.

Profits, Mr. Grace, is that all?

Exactly, exactly.

Until the government changes the rules,

that's all I'm required to worry about,

profits, nothing else.

If people want to swim, they can go to the beach.

You're talking about a filter plant, senator,

that will cost 11 and a half million dollars,

which will put my company out of business

and 4,500 people out of jobs.

What do you want, gentlemen, pollution or a sound economy?

I cannot believe that's the only choice.

Senator, if you were a businessman,

you'd have to be concerned with profits.

Or do you prefer Kaili's approach to the problem?

I mean you, senator.

No, I happen to think Kaili's medicine

is worse than the disease.

The only way you're going to remove pollution

is by removing people.

That is ridiculous.

That's like a doctor saying,

"So long as there are people, there'll be disease,

so why even try to find cures?"

The fact is, we have found ways to control many diseases.

And we have more people than ever before.

You're not taking into account technological progress.

More machines, bigger machines, faster machines.

More pollution, bigger pollution, faster pollution.

Unfair, senator.

You're forgetting the conveniences

that technology brings, a higher standard of living.

Which people want.

And are willing to pay for, thank heaven.

McGARRETT: And as you may have heard,

Mr. Hotchkins suffered a coronary

immediately after the Kaili death list

appeared in this morning's paper.

Mr. Lowell departed for the mainland.

So that leaves four of you.

Are you assuming that this Kaili will actually try to kill us?

Well, I can't assume otherwise, Mr. Grace.

Kaili has demonstrated that he's capable of anything.

We haven't come to the jokes yet, Mr. Han.

Ah, but you have.

Murder? For money, yes.

For love, yes.

For ecology, a most unlikely motive.

How about revenge?

Revenge? For what?

For what's been done to an island paradise.

An H.P.D. car has been assigned to each of you.

You'll have constant police protection

from the moment you leave this office.

I don't understand why I'm on the list.

Doesn't he know I've been fighting his battle

in the legislature?

Well... I can't answer for Kaili, senator.

I just assume that he's convinced

that each of you is responsible in some way.

You needn't worry about me, McGarrett.

My company's running a full-page ad today in the newspaper

offering the finest lawyers in the island

if he'll turn himself in.

Well, I guess that's one way

of protecting yourself, Mr. Hackbart.

Unless, of course, Kaili sees through it.

Why don't you call in the FBI?

I don't tell you how to run your business, do I, Mr. Grace?

If there are no other questions, that's it, gentleman. Thank you.

McGarrett, you are familiar

with my various business interests?

Yeah.

Including your syndicate connections.

Then you know that I have reached my present age

by relying on my own resources for preservation.

You'll have an H.P.D. car with you 24 hours a day.

Use it.

As you wish. Good day.

Which one?

I don't see Kaili as a killer.

Who knows?

To justify what he's already done,

Kaili could keep his promise and resort to assassination.

If he was a military man,

he'd pick the weakest point, the easiest target.

Not Kaili, the god of battle.

He'd run his play over the strongest man.

That would be... Lai Han.

Apparently, the dislocation is at the second CV, a fracture.

Anything above the third cervical vertebra

is, of course, instantly fatal.

Nothing to indicate a weapon.

I know what the weapon was.

Hands.

Possible.

Would require extraordinary strength. Extraordinary.

Yep.

Looks like he swam around the point.

There's a lateral drift out there and a riptide.

And he swam it?

Would you believe four miles?

I would.

A guy swims four miles against a strong current,

snaps a neck like a matchstick

and carries a 125-pound metal disc up a 142-foot stack.

Now, that's gotta narrow it down some.

Your shop teacher.

It's gotta be him.

You know, I got two other coaches besides Aku.

Is it possible that one could leave practice early

without you knowing it?

Nah, I would have noticed.

Would you swear to that in court?

I'm not that sure.

I'm sorry, Mr. McGarrett, but no one mentioned it.

Mentioned what?

That Aku was not in his shop class Tuesday.

Two of his students now tell us. Who's watching Aku?

Officer Watanabe.

Any luck? Checked 'em all out.

None of them match, uh, Kaili's notes.

Say, uh, what do you do with old typewriters?

Oh, trade 'em in, uh, except the junkers that are banged up.

Where are they? Uh, in the basement.

McGARRETT: That's it.

A trap? Using me?

Exactly.

With your reputation and public utterances,

you're the perfect bait.

I think you've been out in the sun too long, McGarrett.

Maybe.

We know who Kaili is.

We just don't know his next move.

With all your modern criminology,

you want me to put my neck on your chopping block

after what that maniac did to Lai Han?

You'll have wall-to-wall protection, Mr. Grace,

every second.

Now, the reason I make this request...

Request denied.

You don't tell me how to run my business, remember?

I have my own responsibilities.

I-I'd like to help,

but the business of American business is...

Money.

Let me understand this.

You mean that Kaili is actually hurting your program

in the Senate?

Hurting it? He is destroying it.

There are many people who are just sitting on the fence

and we needed their votes to control pollution.

Kaili has turned them against us with a vengeance.

If he only knew how much damage he's done

to the cause of ecology, Mr. McGarrett.

Would you like to tell him?

You're damn right I would.

You understand that that makes you the bull's-eye, don't you?

That was the idea, wasn't it?

To the one who calls himself Kaili,

who claims to be champion of ecology.

Kaili, you have made it impossible for us

to pass any legislation for the control of pollution.

PATTERSON: You have equated

the defense of our environment...

Hey, Mike, give me another brew and some pupus.

Hold it, will you? I wanna hear this.

You, Kaili, are the worst form of pollution.

You have fouled your own nest with violence.

Accordingly, I am advising my colleagues in the Senate

to table all motions for pollution control

until the next session.

Oh, no.

Another year.

And, Mr. Kaili,

you do not frighten me, sir.

I shall attend my meetings

and give the speeches as announced.

Well, you're as good as your word, senator.

Good to be here.

Good to see you. Glad you made it.

Ever hear of a state senator missing a free lunch?

No.

How are you doing, Al? How's everything?

Ron, good to see you.

Chin. How are you, senator?

You're having the dieter's salad, right?

Go, Kono. Go.

Senator, it's the same procedure.

We have a car in front of you

and our car is just behind you.

Now, sir, I know you're feeling the pressure,

but just try to relax, please.

Kono, we have only one more stop.

The dedication of the new sugar plant.

So we'll take the Likelike Highway to the Ewa turnoff.

That's a lonesome road.

Heads up, Danno.

This is rough country.

Right, Steve.

You can hide a regiment in this stuff.

Danno, you take one side, Kono, the other.

How's the senator?

He's okay.

Chin, work your way around the other end.

We've gotta keep Aku in this section till we sweep it.

Central Dispatch, this is McGarrett. Riot drop.

All cars in the Ewa-Pearl City area

ordered to Sector 62, Cane Road B, immediately.

Okay, gentlemen, on the double.

Take your position. Stand by and ready.

No one is to enter the field until ordered.

Absolutely no shooting unless fired upon.

Aku Nolo, this is McGarrett.

You're surrounded.

There is no way out.

I repeat, there is absolutely no escape.

Come out with your hands up.

I promise you that nothing will happen to you

if you come out with your hands up.

Kono, come on, convince him.

Aku Nolo.

McGARRETT: Try it again, Kono.

You're gonna make us come in after you.

That's the hard way, brother.

You might get a few of us, but we're sure gonna get you.

Your last chance. You coming, come now.

Steve...

looks like we don't have to go in.

My God. He'll burn alive in there.

Only if he wants to.

He wants to.

Found this in the truck.