Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 10, Episode 1 - Up the Rebels - full transcript
Stephen Boyd, in his last role (he died three weeks after this episode wrapped filming) plays a member of a Northern Irish splinter terrorist group who disguises himself as a priest in order to buy weapons and bombs in Hawaii. He meets a gullible Catholic United Ireland supporter and uses her as a pawn to finance his buys and witness his murder of the supplier, all the while muttering platitudes in her ear to conceal the fact that his group has been disavowed by the IRA and is dedicated to causing as much mayhem on the Emerald Isle as possible -- such as blowing up a school bus full of children.
Some plastic explosives were hijacked.
Very new and highly sophisticated.
It's a contribution from
your American friend.
Have you any idea what those
explosives are gonna be used for?
Tactical necessities.
- You men from ordnance?
- Yes, sir.
We're to pick up a cargo
for Charlie Company.
- Yeah, it's in there, be careful with it.
- Yes, sir.
Sign here.
Look out!
[BUZZES]
McGarrett.
Yes, put him on
please. It's the governor.
Yes, sir?
When?
How many men?
Well, how did they get
away from the area?
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, we'll get on it
right away. Thank you.
Some plastic explosives were hijacked.
Very new and highly sophisticated.
They were being delivered to
a Marine Corps demolition team
at their testing grounds.
Coast Guard is sending a
chopper. Let's get out there.
You guys did a great job.
Now, I want you to split.
And remember, we never
saw each other before.
- How are your men, sergeant?
- They're coming around.
I think they were hit with
some kind of knockout gas.
Any of your men get
a look at the attackers?
Corporal Barrett says they were
all wearing wetsuits and face masks.
But I did see a powerboat
pulling away from the area.
- Can you identify it?
- Yes, I saw the registration number.
It was HA 6492C.
HA, Hawaiian registry.
I'll have Chin run it down.
- Everything go all right?
- Relax, here's your five grand.
- Where did you leave my boat?
- Where I said I'd leave it.
You know, Ryan, if I
were you, I'd do two things.
- What's that?
- Get lost and stay lost.
If the police get on to you, I wouldn't
give a nakoo head for your life.
- I thought you didn't believe in killing.
- That's me, Ryan, that's personal.
I shouldn't have to tell you
about the people we work for.
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Mahalo, Miss Fogarty.
I'll meet you at the desk.
[PHONE BELL RINGS]
[RINGS]
Speaking.
Uh, the color is green.
Green as the
Emerald Isle itself.
- Uh, where do we meet?
- On the beach, near Halona Point.
How do I know you?
- Are you Catholic? CASEY: Yes.
Then you'll have no problem.
DISPATCHER [OVER
RADIO]: Central to McGarrett.
I have a patch
from Chin Ho Kelly.
Yeah, McGarrett, go ahead.
I'm at the harbor
master's, Steve.
That registration number
Danny asked me to check,
the boat belongs to James Ryan.
Address, 2957 Kalakaua Avenue.
Good work, Chin. You and
Danno check it out right away.
We're looking for a Jim Ryan.
- Who are you?
- Five-0.
- Are you Mrs. Ryan?
- Sometimes.
We'd like to look around.
Father?
Can I help you, my child?
- Are you the friend from Connemara?
- No.
I'm the friend
from County Kerry.
- I wasn't expecting a priest.
- I wasn't expecting a pretty girl.
I was told to give you this.
It's a contribution from
your American friends.
And very generous they were too.
- What's your name?
- Casey Fogarty.
He'd send his own daughter?
Well, not willingly. I insisted.
It's a...
A risky thing you're doing.
- I've taken risks before.
- On the ski slopes.
- I was at Wounded Knee.
- A skirmish.
This is a real war.
I'm sorry, Father.
[SPEAKS IN LATIN]
Casey.
- What is it?
- How lovely I think you look
with all that
sunlight in your hair.
[PHONE RINGS]
- Foley.
- We got trouble.
Tell me about it.
The police were
just at my place.
They just missed me.
- And where are you now?
- I took a room.
Ryan, I can't help you if you
don't tell me where you are.
The Seacrest, it's
a bungalow court.
The number is 555-2399.
I got a customer, Ryan. Stay
put until you hear from me,
and don't worry, I'll
take care of everything.
You can do a lot of
damage with that, Father.
Damage, Mr. Foley,
is a relative concept.
It depends on whether you're
a Republican or a Loyalist.
- Which are you?
- Neither, I'm a capitalist.
- Any problems?
- Ryan, the guy who owns the boat.
He's getting jumpy,
could be trouble.
- Where is he?
- 555-2399.
That's the number he gave me.
It's a bungalow
court called Seacrest.
I like doing business
with professionals.
They have no ethics, no
principles and no morals standards.
So one always knows
what to expect from them.
Up the rebels.
JAMESON: Good morning, Steve.
- Governor, how are you, sir?
You know Commander
Sprague from Naval Intelligence.
We spoke on the phone.
At your request, Steve,
I've arranged for emergency
search and seizure powers,
as regards all ships leaving the
islands during the next ten days.
Has H.P.D. been briefed?
They're ready to move
whenever you give the word.
Good.
What we're dealing with
is a revolutionary new kind
of plastic explosive.
An amount no larger than a tape
cassette can destroy half a city block.
Now, in the hands of guerillas, it's
a perfect weapon for urban warfare.
There's a big international
market for explosives of this kind.
Well, I'm concerned with
Honolulu, commander.
The buyer could be local and that
stuff could be intended for use here.
Possibly. It's more likely
it's intended for Ireland.
- How do you know that?
- I am not at liberty to say.
Well, I'm not at liberty to work
on this case without full disclosure.
He's in charge and
he's responsible.
- Is it the IRA?
- No.
- Provos?
- No.
- Who?
- It's a rebel splinter group.
Shamrocks among
the sugar cane, huh?
I never thought I'd have Irish
rebels to deal with in Honolulu.
Any further word
from the commander?
Nothing yet.
- What about Ryan?
- Zero.
Check with the harbor master.
I want a list of all ships bound
for Europe in the next ten days.
- Right.
- Oh, I'm particularly interested
in ships bound for the
United Kingdom and Ireland.
Gotcha.
From Honolulu, south to Cape Horn.
From the Cape, north to West Africa.
It's fairly sure the authorities will be
watching all ships bound for Europe.
It's in this manner that we
hope to escape unnoticed.
The, uh, merchandise
will complete its journey by
chartered plane from there.
- What's my cargo?
- Toys.
But not for children.
Is that a note of disapproval
I hear in your voice?
I don't like
carrying explosives.
There's a cure for that.
You'll be getting the rest of it
when you make port in West Africa.
Be ready to take on your
cargo tomorrow afternoon.
Steve, here's that list
of ships you wanted.
Well, there aren't
too many of them.
Have H.P.D. watch all of them. I
wanna know of any unusual activity.
Way ahead of you.
Take a look at this paper.
McGARRETT: That
should flush him out.
Turn to page six.
"Casey Fogarty, daughter of
Boston industrialist visits Honolulu."
- He's the multimillionaire, isn't he?
- Right.
What else should I know?
Cover of Newsworld four years
ago in war paint, remember?
- No, I can't say that I do.
- Wounded Knee.
- She ran medicine to the Indians.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I wonder whose war
she's fighting now.
Yeah.
And could her arriving here on the day
of the hijacking be just a coincidence?
Yeah.
- Where's she staying?
- Ilikai Hotel.
I think I'll pay the
young lady a visit.
I'm sure this must have been a very
dull interview for you, Mr. McGarrett.
Why do you say that?
Well, I didn't give you
very much information,
aside from the fact that my
father's an Irish sentimentalist.
It comes with the
brogue, you know.
[CASEY CHUCKLES]
Really, to imply that just
because I'm his daughter...
Do I look like a
hijacker to you?
They come in all sizes and
shapes these days, Miss Fogarty.
Oh, do they now?
Well, I'm a size seven.
A bit small, wouldn't
you say, for the job?
Explosives cost a
great deal of money.
Your father has a
great deal of money,
besides, he's never made any
secret of where his sympathies lie.
Mr. McGarrett,
aside from wearing
green on St. Patrick's Day,
the only thing my father and I
have in common is the family name.
I'm sure he'd be happy to
hear that from his daughter.
All I know about this,
uh, episode of yours
is what I read about
in newspapers.
I'm here on a holiday.
Now, um, if you're
sure there's nothing else,
I did have it in mind to go
for a swim this afternoon.
Enjoy your swim, Miss Fogarty.
I hope you're not
in over your head.
I've checked out all the arrivals
for the last ten days, Steve.
There were 15 people
with Irish passports.
We've run down
12 of them so far.
Two school teachers and a
group of ten students on a tour.
We're still trying to catch
up with the other three.
Dr. Robert Dalton,
Miss Lucy Bailey,
and a priest, Father
Daniel Costigan.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- One long and two short.
- Like the spies do on the TV.
So we both seem
to be playing games.
Are we now?
You're no more a real
priest than I am a real courier.
I thought I had you fooled.
Oh, well, for a bit.
It was that, uh, "Ego
te absolvo," that did it.
I went to confession
every day at Borstal Prison.
Oh, I'll bet you did.
Why did you come here?
A visit from the police. I
thought you should know.
- A man named, uh, McGarrett.
- Did you now?
He questioned me about the
hijacking. I thought you should know.
You could have delivered that
information on the telephone.
Telephones could be bugged.
And a leprechaun could
be eating a pineapple.
Is it James Bond
you've been reading?
Don't treat me like an idiot.
What shall I treat
you like then?
There are women in the
movement in Ireland, aren't there?
- Comrades.
- Aye, poor girls from poor homes.
Look, my father's money is
paying for those explosives.
And his daughter wants
something in return.
A bit of romance, perhaps.
A kiss from a soldier of
the revolution, is that it?
And what would daddy say
in his big house on the hill
with all his silver sparkling
on his dinner table?
He'd say, "Ireland
needs heroes."
Heroes, is it?
There are no heroes
in Ireland anymore.
Only desperate
men and dead fools.
And graves.
Too many graves.
Don't you have a...? A girl?
A wife?
- Something?
- Ireland
is what I have.
Are you sure no one
followed you to this hotel?
I'm sure.
On the beach when
you said I was pretty,
did you mean it?
Every lilting word.
Fighters and poets,
that's the Irish.
And which are you now?
Now, about the police.
About this man, McGarrett.
He made a connection between
the hijacking and your people.
- Who are you?
- Does it matter?
- You must have a name.
- Father Daniel Costigan.
[PHONE RINGING]
- I can't call you that.
- I'll answer to Sean.
Yeah?
- James Ryan?
- Who's this?
Go back to your hotel and stay
there until you hear from me.
Will you do that now?
- I'll do anything you ask me to.
- Don't be so eager.
Handing out a mortgage
on your life that way.
Your father wouldn't approve.
Yes, this is McGarrett.
My name is Ryan. James Ryan.
- Uh, where are you now, Ryan?
- They're going to kill me, McGarrett.
Where are you calling from?
I'll talk to you if you
promise me protection.
You've got it.
It's a bungalow court, the
Seacrest. At the end of School Street.
- Make it fast, McGarrett.
- We're on our way.
Danno.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Who is it?
COSTIGAN: St. Claire's.
- What do you want, Father?
- A bit of charity, my son.
For the orphans of St. Claire's.
Ballistics report, Steve.
The bullet found in Ryan's body
was fired from a .22 caliber pistol.
Search Ryan's place, Danno.
Maybe there's something there
that will tell us who paid him off
with a .22 slug and 5,000 bucks.
Right.
On those Irish passports, Steve.
Dr. Robert Dalton is here for an
international pediatricians' conference
and Lucy Bailey is 87 years old.
What about the priest?
Father Costigan is on leave
from his parish in Ireland.
He's visiting Catholic charitable
organizations on the islands.
He's the only one
we haven't talked with.
- Where is he now?
- St. Claire's orphanage.
[KIDS YELLING AND CHATTERING]
COSTIGAN: Look at
them, Mr. McGarrett.
Happy, healthy, active, fit.
Truly, one might call them
the unspoiled progeny of God.
And of all the duties a
simple man of the cloth
might have the good
fortune to encounter,
the most rewarding would
have to be the care of children.
Hawaii seems a long way
for an Irish priest to come
to care for children, Father.
I'm not entirely sure
I take your meaning.
I was thinking of the
children of Northern Ireland.
Belfast and
Londonderry, for instance.
You'd be speaking
of the troubles then.
Well, children are dying there
every day, aren't they, Father?
A nation is dying,
Mr. McGarrett.
Or is it being murdered?
Whenever people are deprived of their
honor, their rights and their dignity,
that is murder.
You sound more like an
Irish patriot than a priest.
Cannot a man be both?
Matthew said no man
can serve two masters.
- You cannot serve God and mammon.
- A man can serve his country.
Many sins have been committed
in the name of patriotism, Father.
What are you
suggesting, Mr. McGarrett?
Do you know about the explosives
that were stolen here the other day?
I read about them.
We have reason to believe that
they are targeted for your country.
Why do you come to me?
I'm looking for a rebel.
- I do God's work.
- And I do police work.
So let's both pray that
the explosives are found
before they're turned
to the devil's work, huh?
Dominus Vobiscum, Father.
[CHUCKLES]
[SPEAKING IN LATIN]
[CHUCKLES]
Central, this is McGarrett.
Give me a patch to Duke
Lukela at Five-0, please.
[BOY YELLS]
There, there, me boyo.
No tears, now.
Pain's a little thing
in games like ours.
But all the honor goes
to him who bears it well.
- Cheeks up.
- Yes, Father.
DUKE [OVER RADIO]: Yes, Steve?
Duke, I want a tail on
Father Daniel Costigan.
I just left him at St.
Claire's orphanage.
DUKE: Is he our man?
I don't know,
Duke. I don't know.
- I just wanna know more
about him. DUKE: Right.
What have we got, Danno?
Some papers Ryan's
girlfriend was trying to burn.
They're in pretty
bad shape, Steve.
She read about Ryan in the
morning paper, got scared.
Tried to burn everything he had.
Can you make anything
at all out of them, Che?
It'll take a while.
[PHONE BUZZES]
I'll get it.
- McGarrett.
- Nothing suspicious, Steve.
He took the long way around, but
all he did was drive back to his hotel.
I'm parked outside.
Dog him, Duke. Dog him.
You have a phone call, Miss
Fogarty. You may take it at the bar.
Thank you.
Uh, this is Casey Fogarty.
- Do you have a car?
- No.
COSTIGAN: Rent one.
Listen. Have you read the paper?
Listen to me carefully.
Here's what I want you to do.
CASEY: Is this what
the money was used for?
Part of it, and the reason why
you and I must be very careful.
From here on, I'm
afraid we're in the hole.
- In the hole?
- Undercover, out of sight.
Was James Ryan, the
man who owned the boat...?
- Was he in a hole?
- Who?
The man who was
killed yesterday.
I suppose he was. Why?
You have a question, ask it.
Did you have anything
to do with his murder?
No.
Well, did he work for you?
He worked for another
man who did work for me.
It was most likely a
falling out among thieves.
I heard you.
I heard you call him from
the hotel room yesterday.
- I heard you ask for him.
- You don't believe me?
I wanna believe you.
Then rest easy.
I may have many shortcomings.
But surely cold-blooded
murder is not among them.
- That the girl?
DUKE: Yeah, that's her.
McGARRETT: You sure?
- Absolutely.
Danno, get off a telex to
Scotland Yard and Dublin police.
Tell them I want everything they
have on Father Daniel Costigan.
Right.
You better come with me.
[RINGING]
Speaking.
Foley? How'd you
get this number?
Never mind.
- The price has gone up, Father.
- We had an agreement.
That was before
there was any killing.
Scruples don't become you,
Mr. Foley. Get to the point.
I know about the Halls of Tara.
I'm sure Steve McGarrett
would like to know about it too.
- How much do you want?
- Ten thousand dollars.
- Where will I bring it?
- The shack.
Off the highway at Queens
Beach. You'll know it.
CHE: That's the
best I could do, Steve.
The third.
That's the day the, uh,
explosives were hijacked.
I can't quite make out the name.
Folger? Farley?
Foley. Foley.
Keep the motor running.
Put it on the table.
Ten thousand dollars.
I was expecting an argument.
I never argue about money.
- You lied to me.
- That's an occupational hazard.
Why did you kill him?
- He was trying to blackmail me.
- And the other one?
Ryan was about to
become an embarrassment.
[CASEY CHUCKLES]
I love your Irish euphemisms.
"Occupational hazard,
an embarrassment.
The troubles."
- I mean, what do you call murder?
- Tactical necessity.
Sweet.
Whenever someone
becomes a danger to the cause,
he must be eliminated.
There's no room for questions.
Or conscience.
None at all?
What did you really
think this was all about?
I guess I didn't
think it through.
I care for you, Casey.
I know this is not easy.
What if I should become
an embarrassment to you?
That's unlikely.
Would you kill me too?
This is what I was afraid
of. They're using it here.
- Steve?
- Yeah, Danno?
Telex from Scotland
Yard. We struck gold.
Costigan has a list of
aliases half a page long.
Father Daniel Costigan
is only one of them.
He sure as hell knew Latin.
"Real name, Sean Roarke.
Wanted in Ireland as leader
of one of the rebel groups."
[PHONE RINGS]
McGarrett.
- Yeah, Duke, what do you got?
- I'm at the hotel, Steve.
Miss Fogarty hasn't been
back since she left this morning.
- No calls, no messages.
- Okay, stay there, Duke.
Let me know the
minute she shows up.
- Want me to put out an APB?
- You bet.
- I want Roarke and the girl.
- Right.
And, Danno, one more thing.
One of the firemen found these
shards of paper in the, uh, rubble.
Got a phone number on it.
See if you can get an address.
Right.
- Well, is this where it ends?
- This is where it begins.
Take me with you.
- You can't be serious.
- I'm a fugitive.
I don't think you fully realize what
kind of a life that would mean for you.
What kind of life do I have now
with the police looking for me?
It won't go that hard for you.
Not for your involvement,
nor with your father's influence.
- I want to go with you.
- No, Casey.
Oh, please, Sean. I
won't be in the way.
I want you.
Not your war.
All right.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, you won't be sorry.
I love boats.
We won't be sailing with the ship.
We'll be taking a plane to West Africa.
Well, I like planes too.
- Will you do one more thing for me?
- Of course.
Drive the van back
to the warehouse.
It must be out of sight
until the ship is well away.
- Well, where will you be?
- I'll meet you in one hour at your hotel.
Isn't that dangerous?
Trust me.
I've got that address, Steve.
It's a warehouse near the docks.
Let's take a look.
I've cleared port with
the harbor master.
We'll be sailing right away.
You'll be taking a passenger,
captain. I'm going with you.
What about the girl?
She has better things
to do with her life
than waste it on
the likes of us.
She'll come to understand that.
By and by.
Where do you think you're
going? Check that van, Danno.
Size seven, huh?
A bit too small for the
job? I don't think so.
Steve.
Nothing here but this.
- Where is he?
- I don't have to tell you anything.
All right, so I'm in
love with him. So what?
In love with him?
What the hell do
you know about love?
- You think you're in love with him.
- Is there any difference?
You bet there's a difference. It
could mean your life, your future.
I don't have any future.
If you cooperate now, you
could build a future for yourself.
And if I don't cooperate?
The charges against you
are very serious, Miss Fogarty.
Have you any idea what those
explosives are gonna be used for?
Tactical necessities.
Tactical necessities?
Let me give you an example
of tactical necessities.
Two months ago, those tactical
necessities blew up a school bus.
Here's a London
paper. Look at it.
Look at it. Look at it.
Thirteen children
killed, three blinded.
Four lost an arm
or a leg, or both.
Innocent children maimed.
Maimed in the streets of Belfast.
That's just one incident
caused by your beloved rebels.
It's insanity.
It's insanity.
Catholics killing Protestants,
Protestants killing Catholics.
That's what your money
is gonna be used for.
Now look at this and
tell me where he is.
Look at it. Where is he?
Where is he?
Everything you want is
on that boat, Mr. McGarrett.
Danno, order some
backup. Keep an eye on her.
Ahoy, drawbridge. This is
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
I don't want that ship to pass.
[HORN BLARING]
- What's going on?
- I don't know, but it's not good.
Full astern.
Drop it. Drop it.
Take him.
[SPEAKS IN GAELIC]
Up the rebels.
And God help the children.
Very new and highly sophisticated.
It's a contribution from
your American friend.
Have you any idea what those
explosives are gonna be used for?
Tactical necessities.
- You men from ordnance?
- Yes, sir.
We're to pick up a cargo
for Charlie Company.
- Yeah, it's in there, be careful with it.
- Yes, sir.
Sign here.
Look out!
[BUZZES]
McGarrett.
Yes, put him on
please. It's the governor.
Yes, sir?
When?
How many men?
Well, how did they get
away from the area?
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, we'll get on it
right away. Thank you.
Some plastic explosives were hijacked.
Very new and highly sophisticated.
They were being delivered to
a Marine Corps demolition team
at their testing grounds.
Coast Guard is sending a
chopper. Let's get out there.
You guys did a great job.
Now, I want you to split.
And remember, we never
saw each other before.
- How are your men, sergeant?
- They're coming around.
I think they were hit with
some kind of knockout gas.
Any of your men get
a look at the attackers?
Corporal Barrett says they were
all wearing wetsuits and face masks.
But I did see a powerboat
pulling away from the area.
- Can you identify it?
- Yes, I saw the registration number.
It was HA 6492C.
HA, Hawaiian registry.
I'll have Chin run it down.
- Everything go all right?
- Relax, here's your five grand.
- Where did you leave my boat?
- Where I said I'd leave it.
You know, Ryan, if I
were you, I'd do two things.
- What's that?
- Get lost and stay lost.
If the police get on to you, I wouldn't
give a nakoo head for your life.
- I thought you didn't believe in killing.
- That's me, Ryan, that's personal.
I shouldn't have to tell you
about the people we work for.
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Mahalo, Miss Fogarty.
I'll meet you at the desk.
[PHONE BELL RINGS]
[RINGS]
Speaking.
Uh, the color is green.
Green as the
Emerald Isle itself.
- Uh, where do we meet?
- On the beach, near Halona Point.
How do I know you?
- Are you Catholic? CASEY: Yes.
Then you'll have no problem.
DISPATCHER [OVER
RADIO]: Central to McGarrett.
I have a patch
from Chin Ho Kelly.
Yeah, McGarrett, go ahead.
I'm at the harbor
master's, Steve.
That registration number
Danny asked me to check,
the boat belongs to James Ryan.
Address, 2957 Kalakaua Avenue.
Good work, Chin. You and
Danno check it out right away.
We're looking for a Jim Ryan.
- Who are you?
- Five-0.
- Are you Mrs. Ryan?
- Sometimes.
We'd like to look around.
Father?
Can I help you, my child?
- Are you the friend from Connemara?
- No.
I'm the friend
from County Kerry.
- I wasn't expecting a priest.
- I wasn't expecting a pretty girl.
I was told to give you this.
It's a contribution from
your American friends.
And very generous they were too.
- What's your name?
- Casey Fogarty.
He'd send his own daughter?
Well, not willingly. I insisted.
It's a...
A risky thing you're doing.
- I've taken risks before.
- On the ski slopes.
- I was at Wounded Knee.
- A skirmish.
This is a real war.
I'm sorry, Father.
[SPEAKS IN LATIN]
Casey.
- What is it?
- How lovely I think you look
with all that
sunlight in your hair.
[PHONE RINGS]
- Foley.
- We got trouble.
Tell me about it.
The police were
just at my place.
They just missed me.
- And where are you now?
- I took a room.
Ryan, I can't help you if you
don't tell me where you are.
The Seacrest, it's
a bungalow court.
The number is 555-2399.
I got a customer, Ryan. Stay
put until you hear from me,
and don't worry, I'll
take care of everything.
You can do a lot of
damage with that, Father.
Damage, Mr. Foley,
is a relative concept.
It depends on whether you're
a Republican or a Loyalist.
- Which are you?
- Neither, I'm a capitalist.
- Any problems?
- Ryan, the guy who owns the boat.
He's getting jumpy,
could be trouble.
- Where is he?
- 555-2399.
That's the number he gave me.
It's a bungalow
court called Seacrest.
I like doing business
with professionals.
They have no ethics, no
principles and no morals standards.
So one always knows
what to expect from them.
Up the rebels.
JAMESON: Good morning, Steve.
- Governor, how are you, sir?
You know Commander
Sprague from Naval Intelligence.
We spoke on the phone.
At your request, Steve,
I've arranged for emergency
search and seizure powers,
as regards all ships leaving the
islands during the next ten days.
Has H.P.D. been briefed?
They're ready to move
whenever you give the word.
Good.
What we're dealing with
is a revolutionary new kind
of plastic explosive.
An amount no larger than a tape
cassette can destroy half a city block.
Now, in the hands of guerillas, it's
a perfect weapon for urban warfare.
There's a big international
market for explosives of this kind.
Well, I'm concerned with
Honolulu, commander.
The buyer could be local and that
stuff could be intended for use here.
Possibly. It's more likely
it's intended for Ireland.
- How do you know that?
- I am not at liberty to say.
Well, I'm not at liberty to work
on this case without full disclosure.
He's in charge and
he's responsible.
- Is it the IRA?
- No.
- Provos?
- No.
- Who?
- It's a rebel splinter group.
Shamrocks among
the sugar cane, huh?
I never thought I'd have Irish
rebels to deal with in Honolulu.
Any further word
from the commander?
Nothing yet.
- What about Ryan?
- Zero.
Check with the harbor master.
I want a list of all ships bound
for Europe in the next ten days.
- Right.
- Oh, I'm particularly interested
in ships bound for the
United Kingdom and Ireland.
Gotcha.
From Honolulu, south to Cape Horn.
From the Cape, north to West Africa.
It's fairly sure the authorities will be
watching all ships bound for Europe.
It's in this manner that we
hope to escape unnoticed.
The, uh, merchandise
will complete its journey by
chartered plane from there.
- What's my cargo?
- Toys.
But not for children.
Is that a note of disapproval
I hear in your voice?
I don't like
carrying explosives.
There's a cure for that.
You'll be getting the rest of it
when you make port in West Africa.
Be ready to take on your
cargo tomorrow afternoon.
Steve, here's that list
of ships you wanted.
Well, there aren't
too many of them.
Have H.P.D. watch all of them. I
wanna know of any unusual activity.
Way ahead of you.
Take a look at this paper.
McGARRETT: That
should flush him out.
Turn to page six.
"Casey Fogarty, daughter of
Boston industrialist visits Honolulu."
- He's the multimillionaire, isn't he?
- Right.
What else should I know?
Cover of Newsworld four years
ago in war paint, remember?
- No, I can't say that I do.
- Wounded Knee.
- She ran medicine to the Indians.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I wonder whose war
she's fighting now.
Yeah.
And could her arriving here on the day
of the hijacking be just a coincidence?
Yeah.
- Where's she staying?
- Ilikai Hotel.
I think I'll pay the
young lady a visit.
I'm sure this must have been a very
dull interview for you, Mr. McGarrett.
Why do you say that?
Well, I didn't give you
very much information,
aside from the fact that my
father's an Irish sentimentalist.
It comes with the
brogue, you know.
[CASEY CHUCKLES]
Really, to imply that just
because I'm his daughter...
Do I look like a
hijacker to you?
They come in all sizes and
shapes these days, Miss Fogarty.
Oh, do they now?
Well, I'm a size seven.
A bit small, wouldn't
you say, for the job?
Explosives cost a
great deal of money.
Your father has a
great deal of money,
besides, he's never made any
secret of where his sympathies lie.
Mr. McGarrett,
aside from wearing
green on St. Patrick's Day,
the only thing my father and I
have in common is the family name.
I'm sure he'd be happy to
hear that from his daughter.
All I know about this,
uh, episode of yours
is what I read about
in newspapers.
I'm here on a holiday.
Now, um, if you're
sure there's nothing else,
I did have it in mind to go
for a swim this afternoon.
Enjoy your swim, Miss Fogarty.
I hope you're not
in over your head.
I've checked out all the arrivals
for the last ten days, Steve.
There were 15 people
with Irish passports.
We've run down
12 of them so far.
Two school teachers and a
group of ten students on a tour.
We're still trying to catch
up with the other three.
Dr. Robert Dalton,
Miss Lucy Bailey,
and a priest, Father
Daniel Costigan.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- One long and two short.
- Like the spies do on the TV.
So we both seem
to be playing games.
Are we now?
You're no more a real
priest than I am a real courier.
I thought I had you fooled.
Oh, well, for a bit.
It was that, uh, "Ego
te absolvo," that did it.
I went to confession
every day at Borstal Prison.
Oh, I'll bet you did.
Why did you come here?
A visit from the police. I
thought you should know.
- A man named, uh, McGarrett.
- Did you now?
He questioned me about the
hijacking. I thought you should know.
You could have delivered that
information on the telephone.
Telephones could be bugged.
And a leprechaun could
be eating a pineapple.
Is it James Bond
you've been reading?
Don't treat me like an idiot.
What shall I treat
you like then?
There are women in the
movement in Ireland, aren't there?
- Comrades.
- Aye, poor girls from poor homes.
Look, my father's money is
paying for those explosives.
And his daughter wants
something in return.
A bit of romance, perhaps.
A kiss from a soldier of
the revolution, is that it?
And what would daddy say
in his big house on the hill
with all his silver sparkling
on his dinner table?
He'd say, "Ireland
needs heroes."
Heroes, is it?
There are no heroes
in Ireland anymore.
Only desperate
men and dead fools.
And graves.
Too many graves.
Don't you have a...? A girl?
A wife?
- Something?
- Ireland
is what I have.
Are you sure no one
followed you to this hotel?
I'm sure.
On the beach when
you said I was pretty,
did you mean it?
Every lilting word.
Fighters and poets,
that's the Irish.
And which are you now?
Now, about the police.
About this man, McGarrett.
He made a connection between
the hijacking and your people.
- Who are you?
- Does it matter?
- You must have a name.
- Father Daniel Costigan.
[PHONE RINGING]
- I can't call you that.
- I'll answer to Sean.
Yeah?
- James Ryan?
- Who's this?
Go back to your hotel and stay
there until you hear from me.
Will you do that now?
- I'll do anything you ask me to.
- Don't be so eager.
Handing out a mortgage
on your life that way.
Your father wouldn't approve.
Yes, this is McGarrett.
My name is Ryan. James Ryan.
- Uh, where are you now, Ryan?
- They're going to kill me, McGarrett.
Where are you calling from?
I'll talk to you if you
promise me protection.
You've got it.
It's a bungalow court, the
Seacrest. At the end of School Street.
- Make it fast, McGarrett.
- We're on our way.
Danno.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Who is it?
COSTIGAN: St. Claire's.
- What do you want, Father?
- A bit of charity, my son.
For the orphans of St. Claire's.
Ballistics report, Steve.
The bullet found in Ryan's body
was fired from a .22 caliber pistol.
Search Ryan's place, Danno.
Maybe there's something there
that will tell us who paid him off
with a .22 slug and 5,000 bucks.
Right.
On those Irish passports, Steve.
Dr. Robert Dalton is here for an
international pediatricians' conference
and Lucy Bailey is 87 years old.
What about the priest?
Father Costigan is on leave
from his parish in Ireland.
He's visiting Catholic charitable
organizations on the islands.
He's the only one
we haven't talked with.
- Where is he now?
- St. Claire's orphanage.
[KIDS YELLING AND CHATTERING]
COSTIGAN: Look at
them, Mr. McGarrett.
Happy, healthy, active, fit.
Truly, one might call them
the unspoiled progeny of God.
And of all the duties a
simple man of the cloth
might have the good
fortune to encounter,
the most rewarding would
have to be the care of children.
Hawaii seems a long way
for an Irish priest to come
to care for children, Father.
I'm not entirely sure
I take your meaning.
I was thinking of the
children of Northern Ireland.
Belfast and
Londonderry, for instance.
You'd be speaking
of the troubles then.
Well, children are dying there
every day, aren't they, Father?
A nation is dying,
Mr. McGarrett.
Or is it being murdered?
Whenever people are deprived of their
honor, their rights and their dignity,
that is murder.
You sound more like an
Irish patriot than a priest.
Cannot a man be both?
Matthew said no man
can serve two masters.
- You cannot serve God and mammon.
- A man can serve his country.
Many sins have been committed
in the name of patriotism, Father.
What are you
suggesting, Mr. McGarrett?
Do you know about the explosives
that were stolen here the other day?
I read about them.
We have reason to believe that
they are targeted for your country.
Why do you come to me?
I'm looking for a rebel.
- I do God's work.
- And I do police work.
So let's both pray that
the explosives are found
before they're turned
to the devil's work, huh?
Dominus Vobiscum, Father.
[CHUCKLES]
[SPEAKING IN LATIN]
[CHUCKLES]
Central, this is McGarrett.
Give me a patch to Duke
Lukela at Five-0, please.
[BOY YELLS]
There, there, me boyo.
No tears, now.
Pain's a little thing
in games like ours.
But all the honor goes
to him who bears it well.
- Cheeks up.
- Yes, Father.
DUKE [OVER RADIO]: Yes, Steve?
Duke, I want a tail on
Father Daniel Costigan.
I just left him at St.
Claire's orphanage.
DUKE: Is he our man?
I don't know,
Duke. I don't know.
- I just wanna know more
about him. DUKE: Right.
What have we got, Danno?
Some papers Ryan's
girlfriend was trying to burn.
They're in pretty
bad shape, Steve.
She read about Ryan in the
morning paper, got scared.
Tried to burn everything he had.
Can you make anything
at all out of them, Che?
It'll take a while.
[PHONE BUZZES]
I'll get it.
- McGarrett.
- Nothing suspicious, Steve.
He took the long way around, but
all he did was drive back to his hotel.
I'm parked outside.
Dog him, Duke. Dog him.
You have a phone call, Miss
Fogarty. You may take it at the bar.
Thank you.
Uh, this is Casey Fogarty.
- Do you have a car?
- No.
COSTIGAN: Rent one.
Listen. Have you read the paper?
Listen to me carefully.
Here's what I want you to do.
CASEY: Is this what
the money was used for?
Part of it, and the reason why
you and I must be very careful.
From here on, I'm
afraid we're in the hole.
- In the hole?
- Undercover, out of sight.
Was James Ryan, the
man who owned the boat...?
- Was he in a hole?
- Who?
The man who was
killed yesterday.
I suppose he was. Why?
You have a question, ask it.
Did you have anything
to do with his murder?
No.
Well, did he work for you?
He worked for another
man who did work for me.
It was most likely a
falling out among thieves.
I heard you.
I heard you call him from
the hotel room yesterday.
- I heard you ask for him.
- You don't believe me?
I wanna believe you.
Then rest easy.
I may have many shortcomings.
But surely cold-blooded
murder is not among them.
- That the girl?
DUKE: Yeah, that's her.
McGARRETT: You sure?
- Absolutely.
Danno, get off a telex to
Scotland Yard and Dublin police.
Tell them I want everything they
have on Father Daniel Costigan.
Right.
You better come with me.
[RINGING]
Speaking.
Foley? How'd you
get this number?
Never mind.
- The price has gone up, Father.
- We had an agreement.
That was before
there was any killing.
Scruples don't become you,
Mr. Foley. Get to the point.
I know about the Halls of Tara.
I'm sure Steve McGarrett
would like to know about it too.
- How much do you want?
- Ten thousand dollars.
- Where will I bring it?
- The shack.
Off the highway at Queens
Beach. You'll know it.
CHE: That's the
best I could do, Steve.
The third.
That's the day the, uh,
explosives were hijacked.
I can't quite make out the name.
Folger? Farley?
Foley. Foley.
Keep the motor running.
Put it on the table.
Ten thousand dollars.
I was expecting an argument.
I never argue about money.
- You lied to me.
- That's an occupational hazard.
Why did you kill him?
- He was trying to blackmail me.
- And the other one?
Ryan was about to
become an embarrassment.
[CASEY CHUCKLES]
I love your Irish euphemisms.
"Occupational hazard,
an embarrassment.
The troubles."
- I mean, what do you call murder?
- Tactical necessity.
Sweet.
Whenever someone
becomes a danger to the cause,
he must be eliminated.
There's no room for questions.
Or conscience.
None at all?
What did you really
think this was all about?
I guess I didn't
think it through.
I care for you, Casey.
I know this is not easy.
What if I should become
an embarrassment to you?
That's unlikely.
Would you kill me too?
This is what I was afraid
of. They're using it here.
- Steve?
- Yeah, Danno?
Telex from Scotland
Yard. We struck gold.
Costigan has a list of
aliases half a page long.
Father Daniel Costigan
is only one of them.
He sure as hell knew Latin.
"Real name, Sean Roarke.
Wanted in Ireland as leader
of one of the rebel groups."
[PHONE RINGS]
McGarrett.
- Yeah, Duke, what do you got?
- I'm at the hotel, Steve.
Miss Fogarty hasn't been
back since she left this morning.
- No calls, no messages.
- Okay, stay there, Duke.
Let me know the
minute she shows up.
- Want me to put out an APB?
- You bet.
- I want Roarke and the girl.
- Right.
And, Danno, one more thing.
One of the firemen found these
shards of paper in the, uh, rubble.
Got a phone number on it.
See if you can get an address.
Right.
- Well, is this where it ends?
- This is where it begins.
Take me with you.
- You can't be serious.
- I'm a fugitive.
I don't think you fully realize what
kind of a life that would mean for you.
What kind of life do I have now
with the police looking for me?
It won't go that hard for you.
Not for your involvement,
nor with your father's influence.
- I want to go with you.
- No, Casey.
Oh, please, Sean. I
won't be in the way.
I want you.
Not your war.
All right.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, you won't be sorry.
I love boats.
We won't be sailing with the ship.
We'll be taking a plane to West Africa.
Well, I like planes too.
- Will you do one more thing for me?
- Of course.
Drive the van back
to the warehouse.
It must be out of sight
until the ship is well away.
- Well, where will you be?
- I'll meet you in one hour at your hotel.
Isn't that dangerous?
Trust me.
I've got that address, Steve.
It's a warehouse near the docks.
Let's take a look.
I've cleared port with
the harbor master.
We'll be sailing right away.
You'll be taking a passenger,
captain. I'm going with you.
What about the girl?
She has better things
to do with her life
than waste it on
the likes of us.
She'll come to understand that.
By and by.
Where do you think you're
going? Check that van, Danno.
Size seven, huh?
A bit too small for the
job? I don't think so.
Steve.
Nothing here but this.
- Where is he?
- I don't have to tell you anything.
All right, so I'm in
love with him. So what?
In love with him?
What the hell do
you know about love?
- You think you're in love with him.
- Is there any difference?
You bet there's a difference. It
could mean your life, your future.
I don't have any future.
If you cooperate now, you
could build a future for yourself.
And if I don't cooperate?
The charges against you
are very serious, Miss Fogarty.
Have you any idea what those
explosives are gonna be used for?
Tactical necessities.
Tactical necessities?
Let me give you an example
of tactical necessities.
Two months ago, those tactical
necessities blew up a school bus.
Here's a London
paper. Look at it.
Look at it. Look at it.
Thirteen children
killed, three blinded.
Four lost an arm
or a leg, or both.
Innocent children maimed.
Maimed in the streets of Belfast.
That's just one incident
caused by your beloved rebels.
It's insanity.
It's insanity.
Catholics killing Protestants,
Protestants killing Catholics.
That's what your money
is gonna be used for.
Now look at this and
tell me where he is.
Look at it. Where is he?
Where is he?
Everything you want is
on that boat, Mr. McGarrett.
Danno, order some
backup. Keep an eye on her.
Ahoy, drawbridge. This is
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
I don't want that ship to pass.
[HORN BLARING]
- What's going on?
- I don't know, but it's not good.
Full astern.
Drop it. Drop it.
Take him.
[SPEAKS IN GAELIC]
Up the rebels.
And God help the children.