Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 0, Episode 0 - Cocoon - full transcript

( suspenseful theme playing)

(respirator passing air)

(analog machines clicking)

Ready, sir.

Ready.

VOICE: Get on with it.

Get on with it, Wo Fat.

Get him.

(monitors beeping)

WO FAT: Immersion time:
three hours, 54 minutes.

About average for
a very stubborn man.



Well, shall we look
into Mr. Hennesy?

MAN: Get on with it.

( shocking theme plays)

(screams)

( upbeat surf theme playing)

( gentle theme plays)

GUIDE: Ladies and
gentlemen, the 'Iolani Palace.

Oh my.

GUIDE: The only royal palace

on American soil.

Built by King Kalakaua
and completed in 1882,

this remnant of Hawaii's

glittering golden past

today houses offices of
governor, attorney general,



and State Police Unit Five-0.

The 'Iolani Palace
is a must-stop

on every tour on the six...

(slaps side of bus)

(speaking Chinese)

(speaking Chinese)

GUIDE: As I was saying,
'Iolani Palace is a must-stop...

Good morning.

Happy birthday, May.

Thanks, boss.

Danno. Mail.

Chief Paul called from Hilo.

They picked up that official
from Hong Kong on your orders,

holding him for
deportation. Good.

Attorney general thinks
we're on political thin ice.

By the time the ice cracks,
we'll have that hotshot

back in Hong Kong.

Right.

Thanks, love.

Steve. Yeah.

That was Honolulu
police on the horn.

They just picked up a
floater, Hanauma Bay.

It's Hennesy.

( tense theme playing)

Hennesy?

Notify Intelligence immediately.

Will do.

( action theme playing)

(siren blaring)

DISPATCHER (on radio): Dispatch
calling Five-0. Dispatch calling Five-0.

Five-0, go ahead.

Intelligence notified
as requested, sir.

Okay.

( action theme continues)

( suspenseful theme playing)

As soon as we checked his
papers and saw he was Intelligence,

we put out a hotline for Five-0.

SURFER: That's just
the way we found him, sir.

We didn't touch a thing.

I found this down the
beach about 50 yards.

Watch, wallet, clothes.

Nothing missing,
everything neatly folded.

Looks like he went
for a morning swim

and just didn't make it.

Wrong.

Hennesy couldn't swim.

You knew him?

Yeah, I knew him.

All right, I want an
autopsy report immediately.

You tell Doc that I want
a fine-tooth-comb job.

He's working on a homicide.

(wind chimes tinkling)

WOMAN'S VOICE: Such
a nice man, Mr. Hennesy.

Such a nice man.

Now, if there's any further
information I can give you

McGARRETT: I'll let you know.
WOMAN: We always cooperate.

We never have any trouble
with the police in my place.

McGARRETT: Thank
you very much. Good.

(blows)

"Cocoon."

"Cocoon."

(gunshots)

(screams)

MAN'S VOICE: Open up in there.

(banging on door)
Open up in there.

Intelligence to the rescue, huh?

You all right? Yeah.

What happened, Steve?

Him or me.

What was he doing in
Hennesy's apartment?

Same thing we are. Looking.

We've got a hysterical
landlady downstairs yelling "cop."

McGARRETT: I was just
about to do the same thing.

This is McGarrett.

I'm at 26 Colair
Road, apartment 204.

Tell the coroner
to send a wagon.

Yeah, it has been
a busy morning.

This one, John Doe.

No, no identification
whatsoever.

Yes, I want a print
man and a photographer

and I want them
here on the double.

Good.

Thank you.

Well, thank you for
your help, McGarrett.

Intelligence will
take over from here.

Is that an order?

Everybody knows
that Steve McGarrett

only takes orders from
the governor and God.

And occasionally,
even they have trouble.

Five-0 and Intelligence have
worked together before, Brent.

Always ready to cooperate.
Right now, I want it.

All yours.

I'll hold off while
you sweep it clean,

but make no mistake about it,

nobody backs me off
a homicide on my beat.

BRENT: Homicide?

Homicide? Can you prove it?

I will.

By the way, what was
Hennesy working on?

Routine.

Routine?

That figures.

(door slams)

Believe me,

that's no way to
handle McGarrett.

Oh, forget McGarrett.

You check in here,
I'll take the other room.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(buzzes)

Yeah.

What do you got, Doc?

Yeah, I know I'm pressing
you. What do you got?

Now, wait a minute, Doc. I
know the routine by heart.

Evidence of water and
sand granules in lungs.

Blood chloride count
higher in heart ventricles.

And so forth, and so
forth and so forth. Yeah.

Yeah, but Hennesy
didn't just drown.

And the great Chin
Ho Kelly strikes again.

Shut up and sit down, huh?

McGARRETT: Yeah, you're
through? Okay, Doc, I understand.

Yeah, everything
unquestionably points to drowning,

but he didn't. Proof?

Why the hell do you
think I'm calling you?

(indistinct angry
talking on phone)

Terrible temper, that man.

Someday you'll
get Doc so steamed,

he'll go out and
discover the lost chord.

We try.

What do you think, Danno?

Interesting.

Make anything?

Depends.

How long?

(exhales) It depends.

You better try anyway.

Same goods, huh?

No question.

Where did it turn up this time?

On the big island, Mauna Kea.

Flooded the place.

Well, Inter-Island's
got a flight out at noon.

See that somebody's on it.

People of Hawaii, have
no fear. Chin Ho Kelly is...

Sam says you wanna see me.

Yeah, come on in.

I got a list of, uh,
names from the landlady.

Nosy old biddy.

I don't think many
people got in and out

of Hennesy's apartment

without her spotting them.

Lots of chicks.

No, nothing serious.

He was too good
an operator for that.

Last night he had dinner
in his apartment with a, um,

Rosemary Quong,

graduate student,
University of Hawaii.

Check them out
good, all of them,

especially the Quong girl.

Will do.

This pal of yours, Hennesy.

He must have been quite a guy.

Yeah, he was quite a guy.

( thoughtful slow theme playing)

He hated this island
paradise he was assigned to.

One of those redheads

who got sunburned
walking to the grocery store.

That's why he never
learned to swim.

We seem to be working a
street full of dead ends, Kono.

So anything you
can come up with,

anything, huh?

Will do.

I was right, you
know, absolutely right.

No question. No
question about it whatever.

Cause of death,
asphyxiation under fluid,

commonly called drowning.

Okay, Doc, you were
right. You're always right.

Now, what have you got, huh?

Take a look.

Doc, just this once, can we...

Can we skip the games, huh?

Take a look.

The eyes.

Now?

Yeah, beads of
white stuff, right?

Yes, that's right.
Beads of white stuff.

Excuse me. Police lab
on the phone for you,

Mr. McGarrett.

Use that phone over there.

McGarrett.

No make on the prints,
huh? Well, that figures.

Did you run that set of
dupe prints off as I asked?

Good.

Good, I'm on my
way to Intelligence.

Get that set of prints over
there for me right away,

will you? Bye.

White stuff.

Trade name, gutta-percha.

Gutta-percha?

Ever been to a dentist,
have a temporary filling?

Yeah. White stuff
the dentist uses.

Strong sealing substance

with a slight
eucalyptus taste to it.

Gutta-percha.

Gutta-percha.

While you're trying
to figure that one out,

here's something
else you can chew on.

I found residuals of that
same sealing substance

in the hair follicles of
the nose and of the ears.

McGARRETT: That's terrifying.

Very.

Baffling.

Very.

Eyes, ears and nose
sealed with this stuff.

Why?

When you find out tell me.

May I have that, Doc?

Thank you.

( moody theme playing)

( upbeat action theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

You're suggesting that the man
who rifled Hennesy's apartment

was a foreign agent.

I'm not suggesting anything,

except Intelligence
check those prints out

against their files.

All right, will do.

I'll hear from you, then?

Absolutely.

Oh, by the way,

we've made arrangements
for Hennesy's burial

tomorrow afternoon.

National Memorial Cemetery.

Kind of fast, isn't it?

Well, Hennesy had no family,

no reason for a delay.

It's a funny thing.

I'm used to Intelligence
playing it cool.

Really cool.

But you seem more
interested in a quiet funeral

than in finding out
who killed your man.

You go ahead and think
what you like, McGarrett.

Thanks, I usually do.

Steve. Yeah.

You will be there tomorrow?

I'll be there.

I keep telling you,

that's no way to
handle Steve McGarrett.

Then what do you suggest?

Level with him. Tell McGarrett?

Hennesy was a
friend of his, a friend.

That's a big word to McGarrett.

I been on this beat for years,
I know what I'm talking about.

I don't. McGarrett
won't give up.

He comes up with a decent
lead, he could blow this thing open.

Here we are with the
whole world caving in on us

and you suggest that...

I do. Then forget it.

And that's an order.

Where are you going?

To pour some cold
buttermilk on my hot ulcer.

Miller.

I can't let
McGarrett in on this.

Not this. I don't dare.

You don't dare let him in,

and I don't dare keep him out.

Your decision.

Pull. ( gunshot)

Aim, pull.

Aim, pull.

Aim, pull.

(bugle playing)

Order.

Thanks for coming, McGarrett.

Hoping the Quong
girl would show.

You find her.

I don't care if you have to
turn this island inside out.

You find the Quong girl.

Yes, sir.

( pensive theme playing)

( grave theme playing)

Say, would you do us a
favor and just grab one

for the folks back home?

Sure. Thanks.

How's that? Just fine.

(camera clicks)

Thanks very much. Here.

Sam Adams, Billings, Montana.

If you're ever up our way,
why, please, look us up.

I will, thanks.

( mysterious theme plays)

Beautiful day.

Too bad Hennesy
isn't here to enjoy it.

He'd get sunburned.

(laughs)

Those prints, we
got a make on them.

McGarrett,

have you ever known
me to stick my neck out,

violate a direct order?

You?

You're the original Mr. Safe.

Yeah, that's me.

Mr. Safe, Mr. Strictly
Second Banana.

Prints, what about them?

The man you shot in
Hennesy's apartment

was a Red Chinese
agent, an important one.

If Brent finds out I
informed you, it's kaput.

Why did Brent order
the freeze on me?

Because he's running scared.

So am I.

Yeah, but you're sticking
your careful neck out.

I am. Why?

I may be Mr. Safe
but I'm not a fool.

And Brent is?

Brent is either a total
incompetent or worse.

Could be.

And could be you're
an opportunist,

or worse.

Passed over again for
the top spot, top money,

for a young man
with a so-so record?

Yes, I could be.

You judge for yourself.

The way I look at it,

you're a dangerous
man, McGarrett.

Much too dangerous to be
allowed to blunder around in the dark

at a time like this.

Okay, let there be light, huh?

What was Hennesy doing?

What was he working
on that got him killed?

Hennesy was one of a
dozen top investigators

working in a dozen
different countries.

You know Anderson?

Glen Anderson? Yeah.

Ten days ago in Jakarta,

his car crashed off of the
road, going at top speed.

Killed instantly.

Yeah, I remember
the quiet notice

buried in the back section.

Well, now I can tell you.

He was our key
agent in Indonesia.

So? So.

Last month, in one month,

Statton in Bangkok,

accidental fall from
an office building.

Bergan, Bombay,
accidental asphyxiation

from a gas jet in an apartment.

Brubaker in Hong Kong,

another accidental car crackup.

Anderson, and now
Hennesy in Hawaii.

Now I want something
from you, McGarrett.

Before you make a move...

No matter what you come up
with, before you make a move,

check it out with me.

I'll think about it.

You have any idea of
the red tape involved

in getting an out-of-state
body exhumed for autopsy?

Yes, sir,

that's why I came directly
to the attorney general.

In that case, the difficult
we do immediately.

The impossible
takes us a little longer.

How much longer?

McGarrett. At times,

I get the distinct impression
you think I work for you.

Oh, no, sir.

You're certain?

Oh, yes, sir.

I'm glad one of us is.

"The deceased:

Glen Anderson.

Home and place of
burial: Lake Forest, Illinois."

Father?

Stephen L.

"Stephen L."

Now, let me get this straight,

you want the coroner to
especially check the eyes?

Lashes. Right.

The lashes and
the hair follicles

of the nose and ears.

Correct.

Damnedest thing I ever heard of.

Yes, sir.

How long do you figure?

Hard to say.

If we don't hit any
roadblocks, 24, 36 hours.

Good, thank you, sir.

DANNY: "Cocoon"

Now, that's the only
complete word in all of it.

Finally, some repeated
letter patterns did emerge.

Um, A, R, something.

Capital A, R, something.

It could be C.

A-R-C.

A-R-C.

Now, the two fragmented
symbols before the A

appeared over and over,

but I can't crack them.

I just can't crack them.

Now, something, R-U-S.

R-U-S. Now, that's clear,
and clearly the end of a word.

You see the finishing
stroke on the letter S?

Now, the R-U-S ending
appeared on a number of pages.

Now Now look at this
key section, Steve.

C-T-U-R. C-T-U-R.

Now, the C is very clear here.

Now.

Watch this.

Now, watch.

There it is.

"Arcturus."

Arcturus.

Arcturus what?

I don't know. The
name of a star.

Yeah, Arcturus.

One of the three brightest
stars in the Northern Hemisphere.

Arcturus.

From the Greek.

Yeah, "the bear."

So what?

So now we have two words:

Arcturus.

Cocoon.

Arcturus.

Cocoon.

(intercom buzzes)

(clears throat)

Yeah, May?

Yeah, send him in.

KONO: Movie time?

Yeah, great flick.

Sorry you missed it.

May I?

Yeah, help yourself.

Chaser.

Found the Quong girl.

Turned her house insideout,
walked my feet to a stump,

all the time she's in the
lockup across the street.

She there now?

Yeah.

Who'd she kill?

Worse.

Well, give.

Carried a sign, laid
down on the steps

in front of the station house
with a bunch of other kooks.

What kind of a sign?

Protesting police brutality.

WOMAN: Rosemary Quong?

Let's talk a deal, Ms. Quong.

You've got me at a disadvantage.

Name is McGarrett.

McGarrett the cop.

Correct.

I don't make deals with cops.

Very intelligent.

Yeah, I think so.

(laughing)

Hennesy's dead.

He was murdered.

As far as we know, you were
the last one to see him alive.

Now, I want some
straight answers

to some, uh... simple questions.

You wanna talk a deal now?

( suspenseful theme playing)

I'm scared.

Of what?

Well, I don't know, that's
what really scares me.

Was Hennesy a cop?

Was he?

I have a psychiatrist
friend who pulls that.

He's smarter than you'll ever be

and it doesn't
work for him either.

Your psychiatrist
friend ever tell you

you're a pain in
the, uh... neck?

Okay, Mr. Fuzz.

Now that I've decided to tell,

suddenly it occurs to me
I don't have much to tell.

We got a deal, right? Right.

The night before last,
you had dinner with him.

Yes.

Tell me about that.

Well, there really
isn't much to tell.

Let me be the judge, huh?

(sighs)

I live in the dorm
at the university.

No men allowed
above the first floor.

I bragged about what
a good cook I was.

Hennesy gave me
the key to his apartment

and told me to cook up a storm.

Really, there's no
punch line to this bit.

Well, did you cook
up a storm? Yeah.

Six o'clock, as agreed,

I had everything ready.

Best TV dinner money
can buy. No Hennesy.

So?

About 8:00,

looking thoroughly
beat, Hennesy walked in.

He was so dragged out, I
spared him the big scene.

We no more than sat
down, the phone rang.

Hennesy answered, said
about three or four words,

hung up and walked out.

That was the last I
ever saw of Hennesy.

This is very important:

Did you hear any of
that phone conversation?

Yeah, I heard it all.

Like I said, three or four
words was the whole shtick.

Well, tell me. Give it to me.

Hm...

"Yes, sir, the pier."

That's it.

No mistake?

Quote: "Yes, sir, the pier."

No mistake.

Kono, Danny, come in here.

(sighs)

Listen to this.

(clicks)

McGARRETT: Give it to me.

ROSEMARY: "Yes, sir, the pier."

That's it.

McGARRETT: No mistake?

Quote, "Yes, sir, the pier."

ROSEMARY: No mistake.

(recorder clicks)

Kono?

Blanksville.

Danno?

Double Blanksville.

Chin Ho Kelly strikes again.

Shut up and sit down.

Kono, get the blinds.
Danny, snap that thing on.

May, get the port captain
on the phone. Urgent.

Now, watch.

Sure, S.S., Steamship.

Yeah, Steamship Arcturus.

MAY: Yes, sir.

One moment,
please. Port captain.

Oh, thank you.

Captain, McGarrett.
Are you in your office, sir?

Would you check out
your master log for me?

Do we have an
S.S. Arcturus in port?

Pier 39. Thank you, sir.

Captain, uh, one more question.

What was her last port of call?

Jakarta. Beautiful, beautiful.

Captain, I've gotta check
her out. Can you help me?

Yes, sir, thank
you. I'm on my way.

( suspenseful theme playing)

That man's eating habits
would kill a billy goat.

(all chuckle)

You folks just stand
around like this all day, huh?

( mellow theme playing)

Talk another deal?

Dinner tonight. Sam's, eight.

Huh?

( action theme playing)

(suspenseful theme playing)

Five-0 calling central dispatch.
Five-0 calling central dispatch.

MAN: Dispatch. Go ahead, Five-0.

Heading west on
Ala Moana Boulevard,

toward, um...
River Rat district.

Got a tail on me.

Light green, four-door
sedan, '67, Hawaii plates.

I can't make 'em out.

In five minutes,
at exactly uh...

3-2-0, repeat, 3-2-0,
I want a riot drop.

Corner of Kukui
alley and King Street.

Repeat, Kukui alley
and King Street. Got it?

Roger.

( soft surf theme
swells dramatically)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(car door closes)

Intelligence.

Book him.

Wait a minute,
you can't do that...

Book him!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Mister, right now I'd
hate to be your boss.

WOMAN: You can't go in there.

Don't you ever put
a tail on me again.

What are you talking
about? Look, Brent.

Get this and get it straight.

Just a minute.

Don't ever put a tail
on me again, hear?

Don't you ever do that again.

(slams door)

Just another tanker that's
logged a million miles...

and rusted through a
thousand coats of red lead.

What'd you expect, McGarrett?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Sure is sitting
low on the water.

Well, she's carrying
250,000 gallons

of diesel oil in her belly.

Yeah, and what else, huh?

I gotta get aboard
somehow, captain.

Easy.

Without tipping my hand?

Easy. How?

You didn't read my log
very carefully, did you?

What do you mean?

She's tied up for
repairs. Cracked shaft.

The Yamato Yard's
doing the work.

McAnkers is ramrodding the job.

Now, you just get
yourself some work clothes

by 6:00 tomorrow morning.

I'll talk to McAnkers.

He can, uh...

Well, he can always
use a good man.

(mellow music playing)

Shoo!

(sighs)

My favorite place.

In the barefoot bar, the haoles
are jammed navel to navel.

Here the music is free.

Just the stars and us.

Nice, huh?

Nice.

What's the matter,
McGarrett? Got problems?

Yeah, could be.

Wanna talk about it?

Not particularly.

There's something
I want to talk about.

Go.

Mm... With Hennesy
and me, we were friends.

Good friends.

Look, you don't owe
me any explanations.

I... I just want you to
know that's all it was.

Okay.

(upbeat surf music playing)

(music ends, applause)

I wish I could psyche you out.

For instance?

Well, for instance,
ever been married?

Mm-mm.

Why not?

Uh... Waiting for
the perfect girl?

Now, what would I do
with the perfect girl, huh?

Hm... Got another for instance.

Go.

Why did you become a cop?

Why did you become a hippie?

Um... because I care.

I care.

Anything wrong with that?

Mm-mm.

No, it's good to care.

It's also a good reason
for becoming a cop, huh?

Yes.

( romantic theme playing)

( thump)

(machines clanking)

Aaarggh! Hit it again.

(grunting)

(speaking in Chinese)

(whistle blows)

Okay, chow down.

We'll bust this bugger
loose after lunch.

(footsteps)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(door slams)

(grunts)

(metal clanging)

(grunts)

(hatch creaking)

(grunts)

I gotta see the man, Mildred.

The man wants to see you.

Go right in, Mr. McGarrett.

DANNY: Steve!

Cablegram from
Illinois just came up

from the attorney
general's office.

Uh.

(sighs)

Sit down, Steve.

Wanna get writer's cramp?

Run for governor.

What's the getup for?

Well, sir... No, don't tell me.

But keep those work clothes
handy, you may need them...

on your next job.

Don't you ever work
through channels?

Who blew the whistle? Brent?

Loud and clear.

Governor, I've tried to
work with local intelligence

from the beginning.

Brent threw me out.

Now, why?

Because it's big, that's why.

We've had big ones before,
but this time all I get is smoke.

Why? You tell me.

(sighs)

McGarrett, this is
an important state.

It's our Nation's extended
finger into the Pacific,

the ocean where two-thirds,

two of the three billion persons
on earth, meet and touch.

As governor, I can't have
a man who blows his stack,

manhandles people and
sets himself above the law.

I can't, and I won't.

Here, sir, take a look at this.

Anderson is one of the
agents I mentioned to you,

one of the five listed
as "accidental death."

"Confirm, gutta-percha, lashes,

hair follicles."

You were right.

Yes, sir.

And if we exhume the bodies
of Stanton, Burke, Brubaker,

we'll find exactly
the same evidence.

What we're dealing with here,
sir, is murder, mass murder.

Now, about these
work clothes that I...

I'll be using on my next job...

At 6:00 this morning,

I went aboard an old rust bucket

tied up at Pier
39, the Arcturus.

It's Iranian registry,
but her crew is Chinese.

The security aboard
is like Fort Knox.

Hm.

Now, in number-two
hold of that old rust bucket,

I uncovered something out of
Captain Midnight's 25th century.

Absolutely terrifying.

It looked like some kind
of a... A giant cocoon.

Exactly what it is I've
uncovered, sir, I don't know.

But it's hot.

I think it's too hot for
Five-0 to handle alone.

Maybe too hot for
any, uh, local agency.

Maybe, yes, sir.

WOMAN: Yes, sir.

Come in, please.

I want you to put a hotline call
through to a Mr. Jonathan Kaye,

chief of Pacific Operations,
counter-intelligence,

offices in the Pentagon,
Washington, D.C.

(tires squealing)

Aloha, Jonathan.

Governor.

I never expected anything short
of dynamite would get you out

from behind that
desk at the Pentagon.

Nothing short of dynamite could.

Quite a bomb you
delivered, Steve.

Good job. Thank you, sir.

May I offer you gentlemen
a little something?

Mm-mm, pass.

All right, let's
get down to work.

Steve, besides your
discovery of the gutta-percha,

every agent that died had
one other thing in common:

They all talked.

Talked?

They talked, Steve.

All five, tested men
of absolute dedication.

Before they died,
they spilled their guts,

every code, every contact,
every scrap of information.

It doesn't add up.

I knew Hennesy, he was tough.

He didn't have a mark on him.

From the time he was last seen,

till he was discovered
on the beach

was less than 12 hours.

Nobody could make
Hennesy talk in 12 hours.

They did.

For some time now,
we've suspected

that the Chinese Reds
had some kind of a...

A brain drain, a
doomsday weapon.

The cocoon.

Hm.

Doomsday weapon.

How does a...? How
does a thing like that work?

Well, from what
you've uncovered,

my brain boys have
come up with a theory.

But that's all it is, a theory.

So far all we can
state with certainty is,

we know what Chinese
intelligence is after.

Control.

Control.

The one man who
knows every brick

in the Pacific-Asiatic
security wall.

If they capture control,

that wall could be
toppled overnight.

It could be.

Have any of the
agents taken so far...?

Compartmentalization.

A basic rule of
espionage, governor.

No one individual is
allowed to know more

than is absolutely essential

to the execution of
his particular operation.

So far what they've managed
to do is smash through

from one airtight
compartment to the next.

But they haven't been
smashing through laterally.

Now, with the help
of the brain drain,

they've been able to
break through vertically.

And each agent drained
has led them a step closer,

and led them ultimately
here, to Hawaii.

Is a...? Is control in Hawaii?

Well, this is all
very interesting,

but it so happens I
have a state to run,

so if you'll excuse me.

Jonathan, good seeing you again.

Thank you. My
pleasure, governor.

Good luck to you, Steve.
Thank you, sir. Bye.

(sighs)

Well, is control in Hawaii?

He was.

Well, if we found them
before they uncovered control,

why don't we smash 'em?
What are we waiting for?

We have a plan, Steve. Uh.

Well, go ahead.

To bring it off, we need a
man, a special type of man.

Unbreakable, a man
who refuses to be beaten.

And we take this man
and we stake him out, bait,

like a lamb in tiger country.

If we win, we turn the
doomsday weapon on the enemy,

befuddle and route
their intelligence.

If we lose...

Uh, this uh... This lamb...

You, uh... You got
somebody in mind?

Mm-hm.

You.

Hm...

Well, let's see your plan.

Mm.

Uh, Dr. Bernard, would
you come in, please?

Thank you.

Dr. Bernard, I'd like you
to meet Steve McGarrett.

I've read about you,
Mr. McGarrett. Doctor.

Your service record makes
quite interesting reading.

Rebel, brilliant operator,

hardhead, organizational misfit,

brilliant operator,

flies by the seat of his pants,

couple of field promotions,

couple of
presidential citations.

How's your memory training?

Still good.

Ever worked with
forced hypnosis?

Forced hypnosis? No.

Hypnosis? Yeah.

BERNARD: Results?

Good.

Using forced hypnosis
will program him

to trigger on the
word "control." Control.

Whatever they do to you,

whenever you hear that
word, that's your trigger.

Last call, Steve.

(sighs)

We go.

Okay.

Now, if we win,

Chinese intelligence will buy
every lie that you feed them.

They'll jet out of here

with a time bomb
in their briefcase

that'll blow their whole
intelligence to shreds.

Here.

It's a list of double agents.

They'll liquidate them.

(sniffs)

Discarded codes,
they'll believe them.

Dead-end contacts,
run 'em ragged.

And here, Pacific-Asiatic
operations, more dead ends.

Result, total confusion.

There's your bomb, Steve.

Now, doctor, the only
question is, how long?

Start immediately, step by
step, build a memory bank,

then forced hypnosis.

I can have him
ready in 24 hours.

So be it.

Steve, in 24 hours,
there'll be a leak

from an unimpeachable source

in Washington, D.C.
to the effect, quote:

"Steve McGarrett,
head of Five-0,

can identify control."

Within minutes,
Chinese intelligence,

here in Hawaii, will
have the information.

And within minutes,
they'll be after you.

Now, all you have to do

is make it look like
business as usual.

What do you do on
Saturday nights, McGarrett?

(high-energy drum music playing)

Hey, you're supposed
to be my guy.

What's going on here?

Now you know why all
the haoles are in here,

jammed navel to navel,

instead of out there
under the stars for free.

Ratfink.

How sweet it is.

Yes, indeed.

How sweet it is.

(audience clapping)

(cheering, applause)

(traditional Hawaiian
music playing)

♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪

♪ If things aren't looking up ♪

♪ Ain't no big thing Brother ♪

♪ If there ain't no
coffee To fill the cup ♪

♪ Because good
times Are coming ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

Ho!

♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪

♪ If things Aren't looking up ♪

♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪

♪ If there ain't no
coffee To fill the cup ♪

♪ Because good
times Are coming ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

♪ Let them roll ♪

♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪

♪ If things Aren't looking up ♪

♪ It ain't no big
thing Brother ♪

♪ If there ain't no
coffee To fill the cup ♪

♪ Because good
times Are coming ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

♪ Let 'em roll ♪

♪ Let 'em roll,
roll, roll Roll, roll ♪

♪ Roll, roll, roll
Roll, roll, roll ♪

Hey!

(cheering, applause)

(traditional Hawaiian
music playing)

♪ One paddle, two
paddle Three paddle ♪

♪ Four to paddle me home ♪

♪ Fourteen on the right... ♪

Sorry,

I gotta go.

Wait for me.

Last time I took one of these,
it didn't work out too well.

This time it will.

Promise?

Promise.

♪ And I seen enough
cities To last a lifetime ♪

♪ Going away no more ♪

♪ One paddle, two
paddle Three paddle ♪

(ship horn blows)

The squad car's in position.

Got the whole dock
area corded off.

Okay, brother. I don't like it.

One stray shot on
that deck and "pow."

Two hundred fifty
thousand barrels of diesel.

All of Honolulu
Harbor could go up.

You wanna live forever?

Heh-heh! I sure do.

Relax, everybody's been briefed.

We hit fast and
hard, without gunfire.

Mahalo, and amen.

(clattering)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(grunting)

His hands, his
hands. Pin his hands!

You dirty, double-dealing fink.

WO FAT: Open, please.

Better.

Why does the man from
Five-0 carry a cyanide pellet?

As we clever Chinese
say, "the plot thickens."

My congratulations to
you on a unique cover.

And my congratulations to you.

We almost lost this one.

That would have
been most upsetting,

especially to Mr. Miller.

You're worth a
quarter of a million

American dollars to him.

That is, as soon as you
identify the man we want.

(snaps fingers)

Everything you know, everything,

from the time you learned
two and two make four,

you will tell to Wo Fat.

I can see your mind racing,
"What medieval Chinese torture."

You're wasting your time.

Hm? Perhaps. I know this man.

Believe me, you're
wasting your time. Sh-sh.

What he's saying is,

you are a stupid,
unreasonable man.

Is that true?

I shall proceed on the basis

that the assumption
is incorrect.

No, Mr. McGarrett,
no Chinese torture.

On the contrary,

I want you at your
best, Mr. McGarrett.

The top of your
stick, so to speak.

Listen carefully.

I shall explain only once.

Perhaps we can both
save time and pain.

The brain.

McGarrett...
(shouts indistinctly)

No further
interruptions, please.

Eh... the brain.

The brain is a computer,

an incomparable computer.

From the day you are born,

from the moment the obstetrician
slaps you on the backside,

perhaps even before,

your computer is receiving data.

Sound, smell, touch,
temperature change,

pain, pleasure,

receiving and sorting
data at a fantastic rate.

Case in point.

An everyday situation.

You drive your car.

You approach the
corner where you live.

The computer is
fed data, it calculates.

The light signal, is it green?

Red? Did it, or is
it about to change?

The approaching car,
how fast? Does he see me?

The child on the
corner, is he reliable?

Might he run out
into the street?

Should I brake? On
and on, ad infinitum.

The computer feeds

and calculates.

Agreed?

No matter.

That is the fact.

What would happen?

What would happen if,

for the first time in your life,

all sensory input,

all messages to the
brain were shut off?

Completely shut off.

He begins to understand.

That hatch has been
converted into a cocoon.

Silent, dark, soundproof,

a perfect
sensory-deprivation chamber.

Now, what I do
is, I seal your eyes,

your nose, your ears.

I put this heavy

latex watertight
mask over your face,

attach breathing hoses,

and lower you into the cocoon.

In there, even a scream dies

before it can reach
across the dome.

Then, perfectly counterweighted,

you are submerged
in a vat of water

maintained at precisely
skin temperature,

eh, 94.2 degrees.

You drift,

not knowing if you are
facing stars or earth.

No sight, no sound.

Drifting, lost.

And most terrifying,
no messages.

For the first time in your life,

no messages.

You can't whistle,
drum your fingers,

or even lick your lips.

No messages.

The time varies
with each individual.

But eventually, the
starved computer panics.

After that, in minutes...

A matter of just minutes.

The brain blanks, washes out.

What was a human being

is now a vegetable.

An amiable vegetable.

I have it removed from the vat.

I ask it questions.

It answers.

Mr. McGarrett...

you choose.

I have one question.

Will you cooperate?

Will you answer?

(ominous theme playing)

Long night.

Yeah.

Yeah, longest I
ever been through.

Why don't you two take a break?

There's some hot
coffee down there.

Do me a favor.

I gotta have something
to do or I'll blow my stack.

(dramatic theme playing)

(whirring)

(speaking Chinese)

I thought you said
no man could stand

six hours without breaking.

No one ever has.

He hasn't made a sound.

Not a sound.

True.

Maybe he's...
Don't talk like a fool.

Fantastic feat.

(chuckles)

You know the
proverbial character

you wouldn't want to
meet in a dark alley?

That's the man.

(chuckles)

McGARRETT: Kumu.

Kumu, baby.

Kumu.

Can you make it out?

Very clearly.

Kumu. Know what it means?

Kumu, red salmon.

Or in Hawaiian slang,
" Kumu. Oh, you doll."

(chuckles)

A dame, a love object.

After seven hours
and 52 minutes,

McGarrett is chasing
a mirage of kumu.

(chuckles)

He's falling in love.

I trust that's an hallucination.

Yes, indeed.

The iron man has broken.

It won't be long now.

Get him.

(ominous theme playing)

Good.

No panic adjustment necessary.

Ah, fine.

Good.

Deep wash, excellent.

Now I will question
and you will answer.

Do you understand?

(grunts)

Do you understand?

Yes.

Who is control?

(mumbling): I am control.

How can that be? Shhh.

Repeat.

Who is control?

I am control.

Do you know what this means?

Microphone.

I will suggest, you will comply.

I will order,

you will obey.

Understand?

Yes.

Tell me the name
and code name...

Repeat, name and code name.

Of every American agent
in the Pacific-Asiatic Theater.

Proceed.

Jakarta, Wyandott, J.W.

Code name, Terrier.

Bangkok, Jackson, E.

Code name, Blue Star.

Bombay,

Weedland,

K.C.

Code name... Pencil.

Hong Kong...

Hong Kong...

Harris, C.N.

Code name, Oak Leaf.

Auckland... (suspenseful
theme playing)

Alert, alert.

Agent leaving Arcturus.
Begin surveillance plan.

Repeat, begin surveillance plan.

On his way.

When do you shove off?

Flood tide is
approximately 6:00.

When you get to the other
side of the reef, dump him.

And don't spare the
anchor chain. Mmm.

Last thing I want
is McGarrett's body

drifting up to the beach.

You worry a great
deal, Herr Miller.

And you talk too much.

Well, in that case,
Herr Captain,

just give me the bankbook

with the numbers
to my Swiss account,

and I'll be glad to get
off your garbage scow.

Wo Fat left
precise instructions.

When the driver returns
and confirms takeoff,

you will receive your
30 pieces of silver.

I'll wait.

I assumed you would.

(action theme playing)

Five-0 calling, Five-0
calling. MAN: Come in, Five-0.

Surveillance plan
complete. Agent airborne.

Proceed Operation Smash.
Proceed Operation Smash.

(car starts)

(phone beeps)

MAN: Operation Smash, execute.

Roger.

(sirens wailing)

MAN (over PA): Move fast on the
bow, on the double, on the double.

(speech continues
indistinct over PA)

Come on, guys. Let's
give 'em some air.

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up in the air.

Give 'em some air... gang
fight. We have a gang fight.

Park that car on the bridge.

(grunting)

(gunshots)

Clear this ship, all of you.

Clear this ship immediately.

Get off or I'll blow
her out of the water.

Drop it!

(dramatic theme playing)

(speaking Chinese)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(action theme playing)

I knew you'd
come for me, Miller.

(grunting)

Well, what shall
we drink to, Steven?

You name it, huh?

To cops.

To hippies.

Peace?

Peace.

( upbeat surf theme playing)