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He got away.

I need more men.

This is better than the last time, sailor.

Sailor. Sailor, you okay?

What's the matter?

What's the matter, kid?

Haskell.

John... Haskell.

Woodley, Albert R.

Damage controlman, seaman first.

Who brought him in, doc?

Shore Patrol. He was DOA.

Murdered. Had to be.

You know, uh, Danny Williams?

Claude Wells, Navy Investigative Service.

The rumble was he brought in

a kilo of pure heroin, Steve.

I had two men on him, but he shook them off.

Must have made his drop.

Some payoff.

Yeah. What killed him, doc?

Don't know.

I'm running a general unknown.

If there's anything we can do at Five-0

or the county coroner's, let us know, huh?

Let's go.

Nothing here, Steve. Nothing at all.

Well, he collects tattoos.

That rose on his right arm is a fresh one.

Danno, put Kono on it.

Every artist has a signature.

I wanna know who left that one on the kid.

Right.

If Woodley delivered that kilo pure...

Yeah. Ten thousand jolts floating around.

Claude, uh, who's John Haskell?

Dealer, supplier? Nobody we know.

I do.

The USS John Haskell

leaves Subic Bay tomorrow morning,

coming back from a tour with the Seventh Fleet.

When does she arrive here?

She's about 15 days from Pearl, sir.

McGARRETT: We think another kilo might be coming in, governor.

We'd like to try to find it and keep it under surveillance.

Well, that's a big risk.

Well, Navy's used to taking risks.

Qualified risks.

The Navy has the same problems

that you have, governor.

Some of our men face bigger risks from drugs

than they do from bullets.

You have an undercover man on the Haskell?

Yes, sir. He's been keeping the skipper posted.

Chief Hospital Corpsman Franklyn.

He was in my command in Vietnam

before joining the Haskell.

A good man.

Steve... what would you say to

planting one of your men aboard the Haskell?

My very thought, sir.

Now, Steve, looks like you're going to get

your reserve training early this year.

I'd like to, uh, hold that ace until we need it, governor.

A good cover would be an assistant

to the chief medical corpsman.

That way he could work closely with Franklyn.

We could put him aboard at Subic.

Got a man who qualifies?

Yeah, I got just the one.

Man. Four more days to Pearl.

I don't know if I can hack it that long.

Time flies when you're having so much fun.

Hey, doc, we just had

sanitation inspection two days ago.

I got this pain, doc.

Too sick for duty, right?

Well, with cooks like you,

I can diagnose without examination.

Ptomaine poisoning.

Ha-ha. Very funny.

You'll have it in the plan of the day.

How else can I help?

Sir, we haven't even turned up a joint of marijuana so far.

Less than six days left to Pearl Harbor.

There's a good possibility

that whoever's carrying the stuff onboard

is an addict himself.

That's terrible.

That's why we'd like you to keep stressing

the exemption program all the way to Pearl.

Especially since it offers

amnesty to the addict.

I'll contact Armed Forces Radio.

Ask 'em to keep pushing.

What else?

Keep looking.

Can you identify the artist?

This is not art.

Well, whoever did it?

Some nearsighted wino

in a mainland clip joint, no doubt.

This?

Oh... my.

It's genius.

But whose genius?

John Surigao.

He came in, showed me some old work.

Very poor, but I promised him I could do better.

A-and I did. There's more green tea.

No, thanks. How long was he here?

It took me less than a half hour.

He died that afternoon. Down near Hotel Street.

The s... The same sailor? The one in the papers?

Yeah. Albert Woodley. Twenty years old.

Hard to believe. So young a man.

He was murdered.

Murdered? The same man?

The one from my own shop?

Hm.

Hm.

To die so young.

What is that?

I smoke Philippine cigarettes.

They're very inexpensive.

You're a frugal man, Mr. Surigao.

A man has to learn to savor what he has.

Did Woodley say where he was going?

What was on his mind? Anything?

No. No.

To die so young.

Sometimes it comes back.

If you remember anything at all, just call us, huh?

Fine, fine, fine. Fine.

Okay, Kono. I wanna know his bank account, friends,

where he goes, what he eats for breakfast, the works.

You think he knows more than he told us?

I don't know.

I don't know. But I do know

he's the last man to see Woodley alive.

Are you Dillon?

Yeah, I'm Dillon.

I'm Salton. Arte Salton.

I need help.

Better go see the chaplain.

We got four more days. I'm not gonna make it.

Look. I'm night watch, you're day watch.

We'll just leave it that way, huh?

I-I shot my last deck.

I-I need a couple of dime bags, that's all.

Did you try the ship's stores?

Al Woodley told me that you dealt for him in Nam.

That shop is closed, man.

I can pay.

Look, I thought I was just chipping, but I-I-I'm hooked.

What am I gonna do tomorrow?

You do what we all do.

You hang in there.

If you don't help me out,

I-I'll blow the whistle on you. I swear I will.

Eight dime bags do you?

Yeah.

I don't have it on me. What are you, crazy?

Take it while I got it.

When?

Tonight, 2200. In the machine shop.

I don't think I can hack it that long.

You don't think you can hack it?

I gotta wait till my watch changes.

Be there at 2200. You don't have any choice.

An alkaloid. That's what killed Albert Woodley.

Some kind of alkaloid.

Doc, that's like saying that death

was caused by a bullet.

Now, give me some lands and grooves, will you?

What alkaloid?

I'm down to the rare ones. You might even say exotic.

I'm scanning between 4, 500 reciprocal centimeters.

We lucked out.

Aconitine.

What is it? I never heard of it.

Uh, rare, Steve. Very rare.

I suspected it, but I've never

actually encountered aconitine

as a cause of death.

In all my years, I have never seen anything like this.

Well, Doc, please, now,

spare me the historical moments, will you?

What is it?!

The Aconitum napellus.

A common plant.

Um, Monk's Hood, you'd call it.

Well, what did he do? Eat it?

What is it: a vine, a leaf, what?

It would have to be distilled.

Ten milligrams, less than a single drop,

could cause death inside an hour.

Well, how did Woodley get it?

Well... you could introduce aconitine orally,

intravenously, subcutaneously.

It could even be absorbed directly into moist skin.

Now, wait a minute. Let me understand this.

You mean that a single drop

on a man's sweaty hand, for instance,

could cause death?

In less than an hour.

Chin, impound everything at that tattoo shop of Surigao's.

Dyes, needles, the works. And get them over to the lab.

This is a wild hunch, but I want Doc to check it out.

Hey, doc.

You must've read my mind.

Something the matter?

I got a real bad headache. I can't sleep.

Come on in.

Man, I'm glad you came, doc.

What's your name?

Arte Salton.

Let me see your eyes, Arte.

Uh, it's not my eyes, doc.

I-I must be getting a cold or something.

You're using.

Me?

No.

I... I was snorting a little in Nam.

Lots of guys tried something just to stay normal.

Normal? You're strung out.

Not me.

I... I just need to relax.

Come on, doc. Give me a couple of reds or something.

You've got 'em all.

Dilated pupils... runny nose,

sweating, yawning...

I took some antibiotics.

For the cold, you know?

Look, Salton, I can help you. And I want to.

You've heard about the exemption program.

No court-martial. You'll get medical treatment.

Bull, doc. What is this? A guy comes in with a cold,

you try to do a whole number... You're hooked. You're hooked.

You know it, I know it.

And by tomorrow, everybody will know it.

I'm just chipping a little, that's all.

Salton, you're an addict. An addict.

You wanna start stealing and dealing,

and wind up in the junkyard?

Or do you wanna try to quit it now with help?

I'll think about it, okay?

That's not good enough.

What's my choice, then?

If I turn you in, you get busted and the brig.

If you turn yourself in under the exemption program,

you get clear, and nothing less than an honorable discharge.

Look, the chances are...

you won't get by the screening test anyway.

Turn myself in?

You ask a lot, doc.

The Navy's giving a lot.

Okay.

Give me 15 minutes, and I'll be back.

Why not now?

I need time to get my head into this thing.

Okay. Fifteen minutes.

You turn yourself in, or I have to.

S-A-L-T-O-N.

Salton, Arthur.

Steve, he's jumpy. In bad shape.

McGARRETT: Yeah.

Careful not to scare him off, Danno.

Letting him go was a big gamble.

I hated to, but I was afraid of blowing my cover.

Yeah. Yeah, you had to let him go.

You must not blow your cover.

We have a lot more at stake here

than one hooked kid.

But so far, he's our only chance.

I came for my 80 bucks.

You're early.

I'm going for exemption.

I figured I didn't need the nod, so...

I'd like to have my 80 back.

That's terrific.

That's a good idea.

No pain, no strain.

Yeah, sure.

Whatever you say.

Don't know what I did with it.

No more jolts, huh?

No more sweet dreams?

You better count it.

I don't wanna cheat you.

It's okay.

Hey, Salton.

We got four more days to Pearl.

Man, that's a long time.

You know if they've got anything for you onboard ship?

Keep your skull from blowing up?

Four days.

I hate to have to see you kick it cold.

It's okay.

You know, if I was you, I'd wait till we got to Pearl.

I mean, they have methadone there for you, for sure.

Man, you get exempted...

don't have to sweat those...

Those days.

Those long nights with no sweets.

You think they...?

I'll take a chance. Sweat it out.

Sweat it out?

Man, you're not gonna sweat out four minutes,

much less four days.

Exemption? Sure.

What's the difference now, or four days from now?

Be safe.

Be easy.

It's beautiful stuff.

Pure.

Bow to duty corpsmen.

Lay to the after-gun mount, on the double.

He's still alive.

The scrapings off Woodley's shoes:

pocket lint, hair, clothing, hat.

All zero, Steve.

Just this.

From under the fingernails of his right hand.

Fingernails? What is it?

It's a granular chemical compound.

The crystalline structure's not too helpful.

Well, is it coal dust, dandruff, what?

It's a compound.

Contains potassium, some carbon derivative and a dye.

Woodley had that heroin hidden somewheres onboard.

Now, could it be maybe, just maybe,

that when he dug down to get it,

this stuff could have caught under his fingernails?

There must be a hundred compounds on his ship, Steve.

I'd have to compare each of them to this.

Well, could you narrow it down any?

I... I'd be guessing. Guess.

Well, the combination could include explosives,

dye markers, signal flares, cleaning compound.

Steve, it would take me days to go through all of them.

Che... I don't have days.

You know, I know more about John Surigao

than his own mother...

who incidentally still lives in the Philippines.

He sends her 30 bucks a month.

His bank account shows, um... $1,027.43.

Anything from the lab on his equipment?

Nope. Inks, dyes, needles, all clean.

Any priors?

Yeah. Arrest jacket shows one.

Heh-heh. 1959.

Driving too slow on Moanalua Freeway.

Danny had a suspect.

He thought the guy might be the dealer.

He just called in.

Found the guy almost dead from an overdose.

Gonna make it?

In a coma.

Che, take a look.

Steve?

McGARRETT: Yes, Che.

Remember the scrapings I got

from under Woodley's fingernails?

McGARRETT: You mean, the, uh... The granulated stuff?

The granulated material?

Right. They were the key, Steve.

McGARRETT: What did you find?

Potassium chlorinate.

We went through hundreds of slide samples

and narrowed it down to that precise derivative.

McGARRETT: Isn't that we used to call Purple-K in the Navy?

Right. The dry packing in the fire extinguishers.

McGARRETT: Then it's a fair guess...

he's got the stuff under his fingernails

if the the H was stashed in an extinguisher.

That's how I figured.

McGARRETT: You got us a lead, Che. Good work.

Looks like I've got an ocean cruise in the making.

Good luck.

McGARRETT: Thanks, Che. Thanks.

Fire extinguishers? McGARRETT: Yeah. Purple-K.

Potassium bicarbonate.

It's our best guess that's where

Woodley had his brick hidden.

Can you help us on this, captain?

We're running out of time.

I'll run a test exercise.

It's a bit odd for two days out of Pearl,

but, uh... it'll keep 'em busy.

This is a drill. This is a drill.

Man overboard, starboard side.

Man overboard, starboard side.

All hands muster at quarters.

This is a drill. This is a drill.

Man overboard, starboard side.

Man overboard, starboard side.

All hands muster at quarters.

Did you check out who's responsible

for keeping the fire extinguishers filled?

Only one man on the T.O.

Damage controlman named Dillon.

Anything?

Nothing.

Okay. McGarrett.

Chin. I've got a clear view of anyone coming down.

Nothing yet, Steve.

All right, we'll stay with it.

Steve... maybe we're wrong about Dillon.

Suspect coming down, Steve. Do I tail?

No. Leave him to NIS. They're on top of it.

Let's keep our eyes peeled for everything going on

and coming off that ship.

Steve. Ship's empty except for a token watch.

What will we do?

What we always do, Danno. We wait.

We wait.

Steve.

I see him.

Checking shore power.

You know your way?

In my sleep.

Request permission to go ashore, sir.

Permission granted.

Danny.

Five-0. Now, talk fast. Who's the dealer?

I don't know. I don't know anything...

What do you mean you don't know?

I don't know. It's just 200 bucks for the pickup.

That's all I know. That's honest.

You're in trouble, buddy.

Ten to 20, at hard time.

Now, talk fast. Who's the dealer?

Look, I got a call. I just got a call on the telephone.

A guy knows I work on the docks,

he says I can make an extra buck.

How do you get paid off?

In the mail. It comes in the mail.

I mean, y-you got to give me a break.

I-I don't even know what's in there.

Yeah?

Hey.

Okay... make your drop.

Th... I mean, bring it? I mean...

I mean... me? This?

Yeah, that.

You switched.

It's sawdust!

You know what they'll do to me? They'll kill me!

That's your problem. Your problem.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll do anything you ask.

I'll do it just like you say.

But, you... But you gotta protect me.

All right.

I'm gonna give you back one kilo of pure horse,

and you're gonna make your drop. You understand that?

But you promise to protect me?

Come on, let's go.

Step inside, please.

Five-0.

Step inside, please.

Open the bag.

Open it.

I won it in a crap game on the Haskell.

Sure. You're under arrest, sailor.

You'll be held in custody at Five-0

until we can turn you over to the Navy authorities.

We'll check your fingerprints.

You'll have a good time explaining

how Surigao got aboard the Haskell to shoot craps.

You're out of the dirty junk business, sailor.

Like five to ten in Portsmouth?

Chin.

Danno, get the back.

Freeze!

Please, leave it alone. Don't take it away from me!

That's my money!

Shut up.

Sure, it's your money.

You can spend what's left

after back taxes and penalties.

Maybe you can spend every cent

after you get out of federal pen.

Maybe in 50 years. Now, get him out of here.

That's my money. Don't take away my money!

That's my money! I work hard for it!

Don't take away my money.

What's the word on Salton?

He should have grabbed the exemption program

when you offered it.

He died this morning.