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Steve.

Steve, it's Danny.

What the hell happened?

Just don't try to move. Hang on.

Steve, we have to roll the car over.

It's the only way. MAN: We're ready, Danny.

It won't be long now, Steve.

Diagnosis, doc?

You may have an injury to your spinal cord.

Find out what happened, Danno.

Steve, is there anything you can tell me?

It was midnight, I was in the office,

I started to go home,

and I go blank after that.

They found 20 grand on me?

Heh. What else? Somebody set me up.

There's no break in the spinal cord, Mr. McGarrett.

Thank God.

Thank God.

Looks like some kind of a code.

The handwriting looks like Steve's.

Looks just like my handwriting, only it isn't.

George, what are you getting from the code in this book?

It's a record of deposits in a Swiss bank account.

Number 550Z695.

The deposits go back three years.

I did a, uh, quick tally of the amounts.

Big numbers.

How much?

Two million, two hundred thousand dollars.

Somebody spent an awful lot of time on this.

And money.

How many people can you think of with that much money,

that much time,

first-rate counterfeiter, patience,

access to the nerve gas they used on me,

and the technical skill to rig and handle it?

I can only think of one man.

Is it done?

Yes, sir.

McGarrett survived the accident?

Yes, sir.

It went well.

I have suspended Steve McGarrett

and relieved him of all duties with Five-0

pending a complete investigation.

Is McGarrett really going to Switzerland?

Let this stand and go pick up the money?

My information is that he has a one-way ticket

on Flight 6 to Los Angeles

and from then, over the Pole to Europe.

You're suspended from service.

How come they're letting you take off?

Well, I'll tell you why. Because I know how it works.

Before they can touch me,

they've gotta take their evidence before the grand jury.

By that time, I'll be in Switzerland.

All is in order, sir.

Well, I'll be damned.

Don't shoot!

Who are you?

Rip van Winkle.

Wo Fat.

Hold it.

Was Wo Fat the man?

Wo Fat bought my soul...

for 90 seconds.

Governor.

This is Jonathan Kaye,

the Pentagon chief of special operations.

Sir, as per your instructions,

Diamond Head Crater is now sealed.

Thank you.

On the left is a photograph of the real Steve McGarrett.

On the right

is a photograph of the man who served as his double.

Match them up, commander.

There's not a micromillimeter of difference between them.

Thank you.

Bones were altered,

cartilage, the work of a remarkable plastic surgeon.

A great deal of effort. A great deal of money.

The facilities and the wealth

required to set all this in motion

rule out any private or individual financing.

Only a government could manage an enterprise of this scope

and keep a cash transaction of that size secret.

This left us with a question. Which government?

And the answer, supplied by the bogus McGarrett:

Wo Fat.

To this moment in time, gentlemen,

all we have is the deathbed statement of the bogus McGarrett

that what Wo Fat was buying

with this entire effort was 90 seconds.

We don't know which 90 seconds or why those 90 seconds matter.

We do know that they are worth

approximately $4 million to Wo Fat.

Do any of you happen to believe

that you know the whereabouts of Wo Fat at the present moment?

CIA broke through a diversionary operation

that put Wo Fat in Manila.

We know he left Manila by submarine

on or about last Thursday,

destination not determined.

And they're still doing their best

to keep us thinking Wo Fat is there.

We had four reports of submarine presence.

Naval Intelligence couldn't confirm them.

The times and approximate course would be right

to match up with his leaving Manila last Thursday.

A radio sweep by the local FBI picked up the last two seconds

of a high-speed radio transmission yesterday.

It was a Chinese code.

Army Intelligence can confirm that.

We picked up the whole message. It decoded to read:

"Standby, repeat, standby, Rip van Winkle."

That matches up with Hallbrook's deathbed comments.

What he was doing was trying to give me Wo Fat's code name

in this operation.

Gentlemen, what's happened in the past 48 hours?

Rumors of a narcotic shipment through Hong Kong from China.

The ship was to dock yesterday.

It altered course and is headed for Australia.

That's all we had.

Only that submarine. - Nothing.

The closest we came to an incident

was a short blackout of our missile tracking center.

How short?

Three and a half seconds to the end of the emergency.

Five seconds to complete recovery.

We checked it. It was a generator malfunction.

But any missile fired

during those three and a half seconds of blackout

would have gone undetected.

As I said, we checked it.

It was a minor mechanical malfunction.

Just suppose it was 90 seconds, general.

That could have been the end of the world,

and we wouldn't know till it hit,

but it wasn't 90 seconds, Steve.

Who can give us the most information

about this missile tracking operation, general?

The new chief of operation, Hans Vogler.

He was sent out five weeks ago

from the master control range at White Sands.

I want to see his dossier.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

No. MAN 3: You got anything?

No. That's it.

Then we're all agreed it's safe to assume

Wo Fat has not as yet purchased his 90 seconds?

Then, governor, if I have your permission,

I place the investigative phase of this operation

in Mr. McGarrett's hands.

Of course. It's your meeting.

Carl, how long can Interpol

keep the shooting of my double under wraps?

Forty-eight hours at the very most.

Can you arrange for me to stay here at Diamond Head?

You can take care of that, general.

Certainly, sir.

I think we can best solve this

if Wo Fat is made to believe

his plans are going according to schedule.

Now, we have only one tangible possibility,

that blackout of our tracking system.

If that is tied in with Wo Fat's scheme,

we ought to be able to verify it.

Gentlemen, check your agents and sources in the Pacific area.

No detail can be overlooked.

We don't know what we're looking for yet,

but I'd say the primary interest is mainland China.

Secondary, the rest of the world.

Thank you.

Preliminary reports in two hours,

detailed reports in six.

Commander Smallitt will contact each of you

as to the methods of communication

as soon as he's set them up.

Thank you, gentlemen.

We're heading for the FBI.

I still say you're wasting your time on Vogler.

McGARRETT: Maybe.

The man is red, white and blue clear down to his shorts.

There's something bugging me about this folder.

I don't know what it is.

Let me run it down for you.

Hans Vogler, German-born. Naturalized U.S. citizen.

One of the first German scientists

to be cleared for secret work after World War II.

Married an American schoolteacher from Florida

who died in childbirth.

Child survived, a girl named Lisa.

There was no opposition from you people

when he was made top man

at White Sands, and transferred here.

I don't see any follow-up at, uh, Tripler Army Hospital.

So?

Well, it says here that he was transferred here

because of his daughter's acute asthmatic condition.

Yeah, that's what's been gnawing at me.

That child almost died.

Yeah, but dependents of the staff

at the tracking system

are treated at Tripler Army Hospital.

There's nothing here about you people

following it up for verification.

You're pumping at a dry well.

The only lead we've got

is that our missile tracking system

went out for five seconds.

Now, Vogler runs that system and there's a blank in his file.

Steve, the guy is... Walter, look.

Nobody's knocking your department,

but if an oversight was made, we've gotta know about it.

No contest. I'll check Tripler now.

And get the official records of the child's condition

and treatment at White Sands.

Have them send it coded right away.

Use Seattle Princess Mary as the code key.

Yes?

Washington has checked him through?

Fine.

Soviet agent.

Colonel Mikhail Ivanovich Toptygin.

He's here?

You know him? McGARRETT: Oh, I know him well.

They have him in the holding room.

Come on. Something about Rip van Winkle.

Ah... it's Mr. Kaye, eh? And Mr. McGarrett.

Commander Smallitt, is it not?

And, um, Mr. Carter.

You're very well briefed, colonel.

Always.

Do you suppose I might have some tea?

Smallitt, get the gentleman a cup of tea, please.

Thank you.

Ooh! Ah, uh, commander.

Uh, if you would, a glass of tea.

It always tastes so much better in a glass.

You had something to tell us about Rip van Winkle.

Ah...

and I did so look forward to answering,

"He slept for 20 years," when you asked me that.

Mischa, you're dancing. We don't have time for it.

Mm.

Quite right.

The Soviet Union has a missile tracking network

which approximately is the equivalent of your own,

though it is more efficient in some respects,

as Mr. Carter knows.

Two weeks ago... Ah.

Thank you.

Two weeks ago, on the 11th at 6:34 p.m.,

our missile tracking network

picked up what appeared to be 39 missile launchings

in the approximate vicinity of the Manchurian base

of the Chinese People's Republic.

Our computers recorded missile firings

in every conceivable direction simultaneously.

In point of fact, none was fired.

Mm.

Tea bags.

In any case,

all our tracking stations along the Chinese border

recorded identical data, all of it false.

Two weeks ago, you said? - Mm.

Any similar incidents since? None.

I take it you discovered how they managed it, then?

Mm. If we had, Mr. Kaye, I should not be here.

No, our people suspect some sort of electronic projection,

as it were, a...

A television picture imposed upon our scanning devices.

So to speak, a photograph of a missile launching

when in fact no missiles had been launched.

Mischa.

You always want something. What is it?

Now is as good a time as any to tell us.

My government is prepared to make the first move

as an act of faith.

We have just done so.

I believe, gentlemen,

a full and frank exchange of information on this subject

would benefit both our nations.

Unofficially?

Well, at least for the present.

Agreed.

Good.

The code name for this operation against our tracking system

is Rip van Winkle.

High-speed transmissions from Hawaii...

Accidentally intercepted, of course.

Were signed "Rip van Winkle."

The code form is unquestionably Chinese,

but we have as yet not been able to locate the name

of the agent responsible.

Mm. Well, we don't have any tangible proof,

but we believe it's Wo Fat.

Wo Fat is in Manila.

Was in Manila.

All that's there now is a smoke screen.

No, my information could not be an error.

Wo Fat is in Manila.

You've had 48 hours to prepare. There can be no more delays.

I must know when, and now. Precisely when.

No. Absolutely no.

It must be 90 seconds. Not one second less!

Now, when?

Must be sooner.

Good.

Tomorrow at noon.

How are you at lip-reading?

Untalented, unfortunately.

Colonel, we've arranged for you to have some supper.

Carter here will join you.

I'm sure you'll find things to talk about.

Mr. Kaye, I assumed that I would

participate fully in this operation,

and that whispering was not about my supper.

Mischa, if we were in Moscow and the situation was reversed,

what would you do with me

while we were investigating and verifying?

McGarrett...

you make your point.

Come along.

Something tasty, I trust. Anything but Siberian lamb.

That's nothing but old mutton, you know.

Our specialist is waiting for us in the conference room.

Let's go.

Gentlemen, this is Dr. Kingsby, allergist.

Steve McGarrett. Doctor.

Mr. McGarrett. Jonathan Kaye.

Mr. Kaye. How do you do?

Sit down please, doctor.

We're interested in your opinion

of the Vogler girl's medical report.

Lisa Vogler, yes.

Well, then age 3, developed an acute asthma

while living in New Jersey.

Tests showed it to be an allergic reaction

to a variety of weed pollen.

It was recommended that she be removed to an area

where the pollen wasn't present.

Her father secured a transfer to, uh, White Sands

and the condition disappeared.

Thirteen weeks ago, the child, now 10 years of age,

was admitted to the hospital facility at White Sands

suffering an acute asthmatic attack.

She was treated and released.

Five days later, she suffered another attack.

Same procedure.

A week later, she had to be hospitalized again.

This time the attack was so violent

that she almost died.

Her father secured transfer to Hawaii.

No more recurrences. End of history.

Then what's bothering you, doctor?

Gentlemen, I've checked.

There isn't any of that pollen within 500 miles of White Sands.

What about wind drift?

Well, that was the assumption at White Sands,

but it couldn't be the case.

Why not?

It was the wrong time of year.

There wasn't any of that pollen in the air to drift.

It was too soon. Six weeks too soon.

What's the meaning of this?

To be brought from my home with no explanation?

It's a security matter, Dr. Vogler.

I'm sure you'll understand.

Won't you sit down?

What can you tell us about the five-second blackout

of our missile tracking system, doctor?

Everything there is to tell.

I am responsible for the system. I designed it.

There was a power overload due to a malfunction.

It has been repaired.

Is it possible that the malfunction

was the result of sabotage, doctor?

Machines can be tampered with, but these were not.

It was a simple circuitry problem.

Prior to your transfer to Hawaii, your daughter suffered

a near-fatal asthma attack, doctor.

You said, uh...

a security problem.

I fail to... Dr. Vogler.

Your daughter's attack at White Sands was induced.

No.

On my orders, doctor, a medical team checked...

Carefully checked. - -your house at White Sands.

No.

McGARRETT: The air-conditioning filters were saturated with weed pollen.

It was put there intentionally.

I could never do a thing like that to my own daughter.

I never suggested you did, doctor.

What kind of monster do you think I am? Ha.

How could I do anything like that...

to my Lisa?

Only a monster...

She couldn't...

My little girl, she...

She couldn't... She couldn't breathe.

How could I do that, eh?

McGARRETT: Dr. Vogler?

Doctor.

Get a doctor. Smallitt.

For the record, I wish

we had the permission in writing.

No time.

His lawyer in New York has his power of attorney.

We have his approval. Verbal, but we have it.

We must have the information locked in that skull.

The psychiatrist says if he doesn't

ventilate that guilt of his,

he'll end up a basket case.

Your name is Hans Vogler?

Is that correct?

Yeah.

You were born in Hamburg, Germany?

Yeah.

Did you work in Hamburg?

No, Leipzig.

But you were at Stuttgart, doctor.

Yeah, at Peenemunde, then Stuttgart.

Then you were captured by the United States Army.

No.

You were captured, doctor.

Did the British capture you?

No.

The... Russians.

Tell us about the details of your capture by the Russians.

I was waiting.

I was waiting to be shot. Then it stopped.

People were screaming...

and begging for...

friends.

My friends.

Why weren't you shot, doctor?

Vogler.

Hans Vogler, kommem Sie.

They called you out?

While we were eating.

He was just shot.

Killed.

McGarrett.

There's no doubt now that we're into

a deep-planted-enemy-agent situation.

It's an old technique.

You prove you have control over a man's life

by showing him death.

Swift, unexpected, brutal death.

You show that to a man, then you give him back his life.

You do that to a man and you own him.

Ooh! It works, it works.

The Russians could use him any time they choose.

What about Wo Fat?

Russians aren't gonna swap deep-agent files

with the Chinese.

Well, you're gonna have to get that out of him.

Dr. Vogler, did the Russians release you

so that you would be recaptured by the Americans?

Yes, to wait.

How many acts of sabotage have you committed since then?

None.

They never asked. They didn't need me.

I waited.

No word from them, but... Then Wo Fat contacted you.

Yes, that...

devil.

That filth.

He made me torture my child.

He made me torture my own child.

How did he force you to comply?

A letter. He sh... He showed me a letter.

A note... Suicide note, in my own handwriting.

Well, not mine, but mine.

Said I had murdered my child

and taken my own life.

He would have killed her.

Would have killed my Lisa, my child.

So I had to do as he told me.

I had to... torture her.

Watch her suffer.

S-she couldn't breathe.

But I had to do as he told me.

Lisa.

Wo Fat has my daughter.

Wo Fat has your daughter? Now? Here in Hawaii?

Yes. Yes!

I ask you to remember what's at stake here.

Not the life of one little girl,

but the lives of 50, 60 million Lisas.

You must find out about that 90 seconds.

Doctor, tell us about the 90 seconds.

I don't know.

I don't know why he wants the 90 seconds.

When? When did he want them?

Today. Noon. T... Today.

Wha...?

What day is it?

Tuesday the 12th.

Yeah, today.

You were to black out

the Pacific Missile Tracking Center

precisely at noon today?

Yeah. How?

Generator malfunction. Why? Why?

I don't know. Why?!

I don't know! Why?

I don't know!

Lis... Lisa!

McGARRETT: All we really need now is one more fact:

How to find Wo Fat and nail him.

No, you're not gonna touch Wo Fat.

Get me General Matthews at Cape Kennedy.

Urgent.

Call me back the minute you get him

and put this line on scramble.

I'm sure you know that the Chinese

have detonated a thermonuclear device.

It's got a formidable yield.

What they've been lacking is a delivery system,

an ICBM with sufficient size and range and accuracy

to deliver the primary weapon to the target.

Now, our best estimate has been

that it would take them about eight to ten years

to come up with one.

But I have a funny feeling that this whole affair

means that they have one for testing right now,

which means that we can't touch Wo Fat.

I want him to okay that test,

so that we can observe it...

without the Chinese knowing that we're observing it.

Jonathan Kaye.

General, we're gonna need a rocket up

with an observation satellite in orbit,

positioned over the Manchurian launch site

at 12 noon today, Hawaii time.

I didn't ask you about the cost or the manpower.

This is urgent, top priority. It must be done.

How much extra time? Two hours.

Two o'clock Hawaii time. That's it, then.

You have a little less than five hours

to get a satellite positioned and reporting.

We're gonna need him on his feet and in contact with Wo Fat.

He's gotta buy us those two hours' delay.

But the question is, can we trust him to do it?

Yeah, he can. I'm sure of it.

How can you be that sure?

For two reasons.

His daughter's life depends on it,

and he's managed to fool our entire security system

for 25 years.

He can steal two hours from Wo Fat.

Herr doctor,

I am a man of nearly infinite patience.

But don't test me.

For should I lose my temper,

both remaining threads of the Vogler tapestry

will cease to exist.

A change of personnel and schedule.

It has nothing to do with me.

Are not you the head of operations?

I am not concerned with routine schedule changes.

Meaning what?

The wife of our monitoring engineer

was hospitalized last night.

The schedule was adjusted

so that he could go to hospital with her.

Nothing can be done until this man

returns to his duties.

How could you have been informed of that, Dr. Vogler?

You could not be contacted.

I attempted to do so several times,

and I am most resourceful.

Well, I was with him, with the engineer,

a-at the hospital,

to see if anything could be resolved

and I could be done with you at noon today.

But I couldn't.

Which hospital?

The Leahi Hospital.

And the engineer's name? Yamato.

Yamato.

His wife is in the maternity ward.

Maternity ward, please.

Dr. Vogler, you interrupted this project...?

There were complications in her cesarean section.

Good morning, nurse.

I'm calling to inquire about the condition of my niece,

Mrs. Yamato.

Ah. Good, good.

Is her husband still there?

Oh, no, no, no, please, do not disturb him.

Another question.

I understand that Dr. Vogler

was with my nephew through the ordeal.

Is he still there?

Dr. Vogler left a half-hour ago, sir.

You're welcome.

You look so tired.

If it were within my power,

I would insist that we delay even longer.

But, my friend, it must be done today.

Now, let me check that I correctly understand you.

The missile tracking system will go dark

at exactly 2:00 this afternoon.

Yes.

Danke schon, Herr professor doctor.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Good day.

My Lisa.

Could I see her for a moment?

You give me the 90 seconds,

I promise within minutes

she'll be on her way home to you,

happy, well, unharmed.

Chow Lee, tell Peking 2:00.

I have Cape Kennedy.

The intercom is on automatic unscramble.

Go ahead, Kennedy.

We are on the pad

and in the fueling cycle, Jonathan.

All right, Harley, push it.

Come on, Steve.

We'll be on Tracking 7, third level.

Come in. We'll start on my mark.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...

Mark. Commence stop. We have a red range.

On safe, switch to safe.

We will re-cycle in T-minus-30 and hold indefinitely.

Jonathan, we have a problem. I wanna hold at 30.

What's the problem?

Faulty communication readout from the satellite.

We may not get a picture.

I don't need a picture.

Will you be able to give me their initial thrust,

the speed and distance?

I think so... That's all I need.

We can compute the rest. Get it off the ground.

Jonathan, we may not be able to get their apogee.

Get it up, Harley.

Okay, Jonathan. Thirty seconds and counting.

"Manchuria firing range

"is prepared for launch 2 p.m. Hawaiian time.

We expect full 90-second blackout."

Whose signature?

Hong Su.

General Hong Su.

Oh, Dr. Vogler.

Now that you're here... Would you take over, please?

Who is he, and why is he here?

My name's Dan Williams, Five-0.

I'm here, doctor, to offer you any assistance you may need.

I don't need any assistance.

I have my instructions, sir.

Oh, I see, to keep an eye on me.

Steve, Dr. Vogler's here. I'll keep this line open.

Don't let Vogler leave the room until I okay it from this end.

What about the satellite, Harley?

Is the communication system functioning?

We can't tell until we get a confirmed orbit.

Well, I wanna know as soon as you do.

Will do.

What happens if we have a communications failure?

Then your man stops Vogler

from shutting down the tracking station.

We simply must know what the Chinese are doing.

Manchuria station reports 30 minutes to launch.

Vogler will do it.

He must do it.

Dr. Vogler, we have to wait here until we get the go-ahead.

But the routine. I-I-I sh... I should be in the control room.

We have to wait here.

I must be ready.

Steve, Dr. Vogler would like to go to the control room

just to be ready.

Not yet. I think it's advisable.

What are you trying to tell me? That he's getting jumpy?

That's right.

Hold on.

Got a little problem. Vogler's getting jumpy.

Harley, how soon will we know if we have communications?

As soon as the data's relayed

and confirmed from Jodrell Bank.

About 12 minutes. All right.

You know what to do.

All right, Danno.

You can take him to the control center.

Now listen to me carefully.

Unless you get a go-ahead from this room at 1:59:30,

Vogler is not to go near those computers, you understand?

Got it.

Just so there's no mistake, Danno.

We must keep track of that Chinese missile,

preferably from our own satellite,

or from here if the satellite is not functioning.

Now, I repeat, unless you get a go-ahead,

you are to stop Vogler from blacking us out.

Now, that's any way you have to, Danno.

You understand?

I read you.

I'll open a line to you as soon as we get there.

Time?

Seventeen minutes till 2, sir.

Steve, we're here.

These are the tools of modern-day sabotage.

This card programs the computers to overload the input circuits.

They short, the circuit breakers shut down the equipment.

The computer reports the overloading and corrects it.

Forty seconds gone.

Then the computer begins the restart cycle.

Thirty more seconds.

The system checks circuitry, and reactivates itself.

Ten more seconds.

Then the scanning devices

are given orders to begin a sweep.

Ten more seconds.

Ninety seconds altogether.

But the program card remains in the machine.

No, this, the second card, without the shoes,

clears the programmed overload.

Then the machine destroys both cards,

which go automatically

to the shredder for classified material.

Simple and ingenious.

How much time do you need for preparation, doctor?

Wo Fat has it well timed. I need half a minute.

So if I'm to black out the tracking system at 2:00,

I have to insert and start at 1:59:30.

So. Uh, not yet, doctor.

We have to wait until we get the go-ahead.

But to be ready...

There will be plenty of time.

We're getting the data from the heat sensors

on the photographic transmitters, Jonathan.

Harley, just tell me if we're getting enough information.

Will we know the Chinese thrust, speed and distance?

Will we know that much?

Stand by.

Then move it, Harley. We're running out of time.

One minute till launch.

Hold it. Hold it. It's time.

Steve. I know the time. Not yet.

Doctor, don't force me.

But Wo Fat has my child. He will kill her.

I know that, doctor, but don't move.

Jodrell Bank confirms partial readout,

about two-thirds of what we should have.

That's it.

Go. Black out!

Go.

Three, two, one, now.

Please, God, it works. It must work.

Seven seconds to launch.

Four, three, two, one, liftoff.

Our satellite nailed it. We have monitor!

Monitor!

Congratulations, Kaye.

Eighty-eight, 89, 90.

Ninety and tracking again.

Yahoo!

We have succeeded.

You know something? We knew they had the bomb.

But do you realize that we have discovered

that they have successfully test-fired a long-range missile

capable of delivering it five years sooner than we expected?

Yeah. Thank God we know it. Amen.

A figure of speech.

What now?

Now we see how flexible our government can be.

How many different ways we can find to open conversations.

We know we can all kill each other.

What about Wo Fat? I suppose we have to let him go.

I'm afraid so.

He's going to have to report that he succeeded.

A hero's welcome awaits you.

Yeah.

What about Dr. Vogler?

Well, he got his daughter back,

and he'll be transferred in a couple of months

to an unclassified assignment.

And he'll probably get a medal.

Hm.

What about clearing you, Steve?

Tomorrow the governor's supposed to have a press conference

and give the details of the frame-up.

Then I'll be back, I guess, as if nothing happened.

That leaves the, uh, $64 question.

What happens to the $2 million?

I'm gonna keep it.

Why shouldn't I be the richest cop in the world?

Come on.

Well, Wo Fat doesn't know it,

but his government just made

a very, very generous contribution

to the Policemen's Widows and Orphans Fund.