Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 10, Episode 19 - When Does a War End? - full transcript

A supermarket, an
office and now this.

Each one bigger than the one
before, but there's no common thread.

Tell me what you want me to do.

I want you to sweat.

I need some answers,
and I need them fast.

I am the victim,
not the criminal.

You're a nice man.

ALICIA: Yuhio,
it's ancient history.

- No one cares.
- I care.

Hi, Jule.

DISPATCHER [OVER RADIO]:
Units on frequency 24, stand by.



Nineteen Mary
seventeen, go ahead.

DANNY: Where were you?

Over there. I was on
my way from Pier 19.

You see anybody hanging
around here before it happened?

Only Joe Take. But I
seen him here before.

He usually takes a coffee break
with the boys on the night shift.

DANNY: Okay.
Thank you very much.

McGARRETT: Danno?

- What have we got? DANNY:
Looks like the other bombing.

Yeah, only this one's
bigger, more destructive.

The third bombing in two weeks.

I just came from the
governor's office. He's worried.

Worried about a flare-up
of terrorist activity.

Apparently, no one saw anything.



The receiving clerk, uh, luckily,
was out on a coffee break.

Understand they took
a man to the hospital?

Yeah. He was in an
office overlooking the pier.

- Was he the only casualty?
- Yeah.

Well, maybe he saw something.

Chin?

Get over to Queen's Hospital.

When the medics are
finished with the victim,

see if you can get a statement.

DUKE: Steve.
- Yeah?

Undercover boys will have a report
on terrorist groups when you get back.

Good. Good.

I think we're dealing with a
bunch of maniacs here, Danno.

Iolani? What have you got?

Finally, we got a break.
The bomber left us a sample.

McGARRETT: What is it?
- No idea until I get it back to the lab.

You've got a character
flaw, you know it?

Tell me about it.

You make wild,
unsubstantiated guesses

based on fragmentary evidence.

Ha, ha. All the time.

Danno?

A supermarket, an
office and now this.

Each one bigger than the one
before, but there's no common thread.

- We came up with one thing, Steve.
- What's that?

All three enterprises are
owned by Yuhio Muromoto.

Well, we've got a
place to start, then.

Okay, run a check on Muromoto.

Business, personal
life, enemies, friends.

Oh, and, uh, find out what his
current financial standing is too.

If Muromoto is the
target, I wanna know why.

MUROMOTO: Check on
the extent of the damage

and how long this will
effect our import operation.

Oh, the man who was injured...

Stop by the hospital and
let me know how he is.

MAN 1: All right. MAN 2: Yeah.

I'm sorry, Nancy,
with all this excitement.

Daddy, we can put it off.

You know, I'm sure you must have
more important things on your mind.

You have a deadline. Now,
where do you want me?

Inside at the seat of power, or
out here where the light is better?

I think out here is fine, okay?

- So why don't you come over here.
- Mm-hm.

Now, right there.

Okay.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

- Nothing.
- What does that mean?

Well, I'm still getting the
corporate Mr. Muromoto.

Corporate Mr. Muromoto?

You know, the guy
that looks back at you

from the end of the
boardroom table.

The cold executive type
that can make or break you.

I get the message, Nancy.

Now, what do you want?

Okay, sit down.

Right there.

Uh-huh.

Relax.

Relax. Talk to me.

Did you get the assignment
to cover the Makilo wedding?

Yeah.

Ha, ha, that's the lovely
father I know and adore.

- Good.
- Will you keep teaching?

As long as I have the time.

Okay, now, look
over here a little more.

There. That's one for the cover.

Yuhio.

Yuhio, I'm sorry. I didn't
know Nancy was still here.

Well, with all the excitement,
it took a little longer.

And I was too
corporate for her. Hmm.

There's a call.

Okay, session's over.

What's the matter? Is that
your fiancée on long distance?

No, no, no, just business.

- Which line?
- Two.

Muromoto.

You can't stop me.

Nobody can stop me.

Who are you?

You want money?

You know, sometimes,
the dead don't die.

- Tell me what you
want me to do. MAN: Do?

Nothing. Nothing.

I want you to sweat.

First, I want you to sweat.

[LINE CLICKS]

Go to the police.

Tell them about the calls.

Alicia, you know
I can't do that.

DUKE: Steve.
McGARRETT: Yeah, Duke?

Here's the report on
local terrorist groups,

but there have been no calls
to newspapers, televisions,

or radio stations
after the bombings.

So no one's claiming the
glory or taking the credit, huh?

Looks like it.

Okay, Duke. Thank you.

- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno?

The complete Muromoto.

He arrived in the
islands in 1950.

He was 29 and poor,
but he had relatives here.

They're all dead now.

Married a Japanese
woman in 1951.

Their only daughter,
Nancy, was born in 1952.

Nancy teaches photography
in an adult education center.

Muromoto's wife died last year.

Died? Natural causes?

Yeah. After a long illness.

How did he make
his money, Danno?

Apparently, by hard work.

Started in a cannery
he now owns,

became manager two
years later, invested wisely.

On the surface
it all looks legit.

Friends?

Muromoto's a member of
the Chamber of Commerce.

Socializes with
the best families.

Pillar to the community, huh?

What about prior to 1950?
Anything from the old country?

Blank.

- Enemies?
- Couldn't find any, Steve.

Well, he's got one somewhere,
Danno. That's for sure.

I think it's time I had a
little chat with Mr. Muromoto.

MUROMOTO: This is the first time
I have ever met with a police officer.

McGARRETT: Well,
that's commendable.

MUROMOTO: No, I don't
even got a parking ticket.

I believe it is the obligation of
every citizen to uphold the law.

Well, even the best
of men make mistakes

once in a while, Mr. Muromoto.

What are you implying?

- Mr. Muromoto.
- Yes?

The construction men
are here to discuss plans.

I'll meet with them
very shortly, Alicia.

Mr. McGarrett may be
leaving sooner than expected.

What makes you think I
was implying something?

You, a police officer,
should not mock my honesty.

Mock your honesty?

That's a bit self-righteous,
isn't it, Mr. Muromoto?

It was not my intention
to cast dispersions,

but three of your properties
have been bombed,

human beings have been hurt.

The work of a radical group.

It's my experience that radicals
usually bomb to extort money,

for other purposes
or for publicity.

Now, has anyone claimed
responsibility for this?

No.

- Has anyone tried to get money?
- No.

Then I have to assume the bombings
are a personal attack against you.

- A personal attack?
- That's right.

Have you had any
problems with an employee?

Someone you've fired, perhaps?

Mr. McGarrett, I am known
as an enlightened employer.

Now, most of the
people who work for me

have been with
me for many years.

Like Alicia, 12 years.

No, I can think of no enemies.

What about the time before
you came to the islands?

A lifetime ago, I
was a poor man.

Poor men do not
make such enemies.

Did you serve in the war?

Yes.

A time I would like to forget.

Stationed on an island.

I can't remember the name of. A
lonely, dirty place, Mr. McGarrett.

Maybe that's why success
is so important to me now.

You've had no
problems with the law.

No serious labor or
business problems,

and apparently, no
personal problems.

Yet three of your properties
have been bombed.

And you have no idea
who might be doing it, huh?

- Good day, Mr. McGarrett.
- Good day, sir.

Okay, class.

Now, before our
photo trip tomorrow,

I wanna talk to you
about depth of focus.

You mean we gotta lug a
camera that size around?

Ha, ha. No, uh, not
unless you want to.

[LAUGHING]

Okay, I'm gonna show
you how to focus selectively

by changing your f-stop.

So we'll turn on a flood.

And now, if my handsome
model will just watch the birdie.

Okay.

SAKATA: Glad you
could stay for lunch.

McGARRETT: An unexpected
pleasure, Mr. Sakata.

SAKATA: The governor said I may be
some help to you, but didn't elaborate.

McGARRETT: Yes.

Thank you.

Did you know Yuhio Muromoto?

Oh, the bombings.

We're trying to find
a motive for them.

I know Yuhio quite well.
We play tennis often.

A very competitive man.

He's a hard one to beat.

I've talked to him.

However, sometimes a man
is not aware of his enemies.

You think the bombings
are a personal attack?

- Yes, I do.
- I can't believe that.

He's well-liked.

You know, he did the impossible.

Climbed from the bottom to
the top without hurting anyone.

Why is it that I get the impression
we're dealing with a saint here?

[CHUCKLES]

Perhaps it's your line
of work, Mr. McGarrett.

You deal with, uh,
so many sinners.

Touché.

We have no information on your
friend prior to 1950 when he moved here.

Mr. McGarrett, Yuhio is
now a United States citizen.

I really have no business
looking into his private life.

Let me explain something.

I'm not prying,
I'm a police officer.

I'm only interested in his private life
in order to try to save innocent lives.

Now, each bombing has been
bigger than the previous one.

Last time, a clerk was hurt.

Next time, someone
might be killed.

But I have a
responsibility to my people.

It's to no one's advantage
to open ancient wounds.

Oh, we're in complete
agreement on that subject.

Besides, I may not be
able to find anything.

When Tokyo was firebombed
during the Second World War,

tons of records were destroyed.

I'm sure that some
records still exist.

I'm asking you to help me,

to use your good offices
to try to prevent murder.

- You really think it will come to that?
- Yes, I do.

Then I have no choice. I'll try.

NANCY: Okay, come
on, you guys. Out.

This is great.

All right, you guys.
This is the perfect spot.

You've got everything
from skyscrapers to...

You've got pretty flowers
and everything, so come on.

This will be great.

Okay. Today, remember,
we're gonna practice, uh,

the different shutter
speeds and different f-stops.

Okay, so who can
tell me what f-stop is?

MAN: Something
to do with the light?

NANCY: Yeah, okay,
maybe Bill can do it for us.

Bill?

Okay. Well...

Just go ahead and, uh,
start on this flower over here.

BARKER: It's working, Uncle
Charles, just like you said it would.

Psyche them out, scare
the hell out of them.

Make them suffer a little.

Then move in for the kill.

Oh, you... You wanna
know something funny?

This time he offered me money.

[LAUGHS]

Can you beat that? Money.

I really wish you could
have been there, Charlie.

You would have been
proud of your Willy.

NANCY: Bill?

Over here.

I've been looking all over for
you. We're all waiting at the bus.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, it's all right.

As a matter of fact, I'm,
uh, kind of glad you're here.

Charles Mitchell, was
he a relative of yours?

No, not really.

Although we were
pretty close. Uh...

Uncle Charles, I called him.

Sometimes I felt like
he was my old man.

Well, he was young, only 58.

Yeah, on his next
birthday, day after tomorrow.

Why didn't you ever
mention it to me?

Nancy, uh...

Look, we've only known each
other, what, a couple weeks?

And we get along pretty good.

I didn't wanna lay this
kind of heavy stuff on you.

Bill, I really like you, and
I wanna share with you.

You mean that, don't you?

Yes, I mean that.

McGARRETT: A World
War Il hand grenade?

From the size of the blast, I'd say
there were at least three of them.

Fragmentation type.

Are you sure these
grenades were 30 years old?

Well, the casings
were 33 years old.

Now, we checked with Army CID,

and they had enough fragments to
put together a pattern and trace it.

Good.

Fragmentation grenades
haven't changed that much

since World War Il.

Oh, they had a record.

They were part of
a batch of munitions

stolen from an army
warehouse near San Francisco.

I see. What was the explosive?

Flaked TNT.

But could flaked TNT be
effective after 33 years?

Not likely. But these
casings were refilled.

The new explosive
was less than a year old.

World War Il hand grenades refilled
to lessen the chance of a dud, boy.

Someone went to a lot of trouble
to make a point, didn't they?

Thank you, Iolani.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Uh, who is it?
WOMAN: Mrs. Allen.

Oh, just a minute, all right?

Uh...

- Yeah?
- I brought your rent receipt, Willy.

Thank you.

Ah. This is a new one, Willy.

Who is it?

- That's my father.
- Mm.

You favor him.

Why, old Charles was
sure a nut about the war,

and you haven't changed a thing.

Charles Mitchell was no crazy.

- He was a hero.
- Hey, don't get sore.

I know you and him was close.

Hey, didn't I let you
take over his lease?

Why, I could have rented
this place for 20 a month more.

I just don't like it when
people run him down.

Oh, sure. I understand.

Hey, listen, him and I
weren't exactly strangers,

but, uh, he didn't like to
be tied down to one woman.

He liked a little variety,
you know what I mean.

Charles Mitchell
was a celebrity,

and women just follow
celebrities around.

Did he ever tell you that he testified
at the Tokyo War Crimes Trial?

Oh, honey, that was before I was
born, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yeah, but I know he
had his name in the paper

when he was doing a
story on World War Il.

Oh.

You packing?

I thought you was gonna stay on.

No, no, I'm just, uh, packing
up some of Charles' things,

you know, keep them safe.

You had me worried.

- I kind of like you.
- Thanks.

- If there's nothing else, I gotta split.
- Oh.

I thought you made your
own hours driving that taxi.

- Gotta run an errand.
- Mm.

Is there a reason I ain't
getting through to you, Willy?

No.

No, this belonged
to a friend of Charles'.

Ah. Well, I'll catch
you some other time.

McGARRETT: Danno. DANNY: Yeah?

McGARRETT: Isn't that
Boyd? DANNY: Yeah.

What does he want?

Says he's got something
for you, Steve. Anything?

McGARRETT: Oh, Mr. Sakata tried,

but the only thing that the Japanese
government has on Muromoto

is a birth certificate and a
record of his wife's death.

No work records,
no military record.

DANNY: Another dead end, huh?

McGARRETT: I think that the grenade
seems to be our best clue, Danno.

Did, uh, Chin get on that
noon flight to San Francisco?

Yeah, he called. San Francisco
P.D. will give us complete cooperation.

Mr. Boyd.

McGarrett. How is it?

And what does Honolulu's
leading investigative reporter got

to contribute today?

You forgot to mention
the outer islands too.

What would you like besides all of
Five-0's confidential reports, Boyd?

I wanna know if you got any
further with the consul than I did.

What does that mean?

Same case we're both working
on. The Muromoto bombings.

I didn't think that
was your kind of story.

I thought you specialized
in politics and scandals.

There's something I think
you ought to read. Anonymous.

I usually throw them
in the waste basket.

"Muromoto's not telling all.

He's afraid his war
record will be exposed.

Dig for the story.
It's page one."

Hmm.

- What are you doing about it?
- Nothing until I can confirm it.

- Mind if I keep this?
- Not at all.

Danno?

Get a list of all of
Muromoto's properties.

Tell them to put on
extra guards if necessary.

All right.

- Can I give you a lift somewhere?
- Yeah, thanks.

You planning on fighting
World War Il all over again?

Only if it's page one.

The war has been
over for 30 years, Boyd.

- Let's leave it for the
history books. BOYD: Yeah.

- Wonderful news.
- What?

My bride-to-be will be
arriving from Japan in a month.

Oh, good.

And you, my talented daughter,

you will have something interesting
to photograph than that cannery.

Oh, Daddy, come on, I need your
permission to photograph the cannery.

See, if I can show pictures
of a factory in action,

I'd be a cinch for a big
commercial assignment.

On one condition.

That I photograph you and
Sumiko at your engagement party?

- Yeah.
- Here's a toast.

To old world purity and
December-May romance.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Those are not the reasons
I'm marrying Sumiko.

They are very good reasons.

Why can't a man my age

just be allowed the
dignity of falling in love?

[LAUGHS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- I'll get it.
- Henry can answer it.

ALICIA: He's
answering the phone.

Daddy, I'm happy for you.

MUROMOTO: Well, I'm glad
you could join us for a drink.

Nancy's said nice
things about you.

Well, I've been waiting to meet
you for a long time, Mr. Muromoto.

Telephone, Mr. Muromoto.

I'll take it here.

Muromoto.

I'll be right there.

Daddy?

There's been an
explosion at the cannery.

A man was killed.

[SIRENS BLARING AND
PEOPLE SHOUTING]

Anything for me, McGarrett?

Officer, keep this man back
at the line till we're finished.

There goes a
beautiful relationship.

- Danno, what caused the explosion?
- Lt. Dellas thinks it was a land mine,

set off by a timer
plus dynamite.

Last time it was a hand
grenade, now it's a land mine.

- Is Muromoto here yet?
- Just got here, Steve.

- He's got some people with him.
- Thank you.

MUROMOTO: Mr. McGarrett,
you met my secretary, Alicia.

This is my daughter, Nancy,
and her friend Bill Barker.

- Mr. McGarrett.
- How do you do?

- May I speak to you alone?
- Sure.

- Daddy, Bill will take me home.
- All right.

- I'll wait for you here.
McGARRETT: Excuse us.

Mr. Muromoto, now a man has
been killed and several injured.

I need some answers,
and I need them fast.

I don't understand
you, Mr. McGarrett.

I am the victim, not a criminal.

And yet you seem to be accusing.

Last time you thought I
was implying something.

Now you think I'm accusing.

What I really think is that you're
withholding some vital information.

Well, I assure you, I am not.

Your dock office was
bombed with a hand grenade,

now this place goes
up with a land mine,

both of World War Il vintage.

- Is that supposed to be significant?
- You don't think it is?

I don't know.

Well, I think that
this attack on you

was caused by something
that happened at World War Il.

Now, what was it? Level with me.

I can't believe that.

The war has been over
for more than 30 years.

Find your information elsewhere.

While other people die?

Sorry, I can't help you.

Has anyone tried to
contact you, Mr. Muromoto?

No.

Please, I...

I must look after the
people who are injured

and make sure that
they're well taken care of.

Hey, listen, don't worry.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I didn't even turn the meter
on. You just got a free ride.

- Oh, thanks, ha, ha.
- For what?

For trying to cheer me up.

It's just that I'm worried
about Daddy, that's all.

You shouldn't.

I can't help it.

You know, all those
years my mother was sick,

he found time to be with me,
and he ran a demanding business.

At night, he was never too tired
to help me with my homework,

or comfort me when
a romance went sour.

Why would anyone
wanna hurt a man like that?

That man who was
talking to your father,

now, wasn't that
McGarrett of Five-0?

- I think so.
- Yeah, well, now he's a hotshot.

He'll take care of it.
Don't worry about it.

But each of the bombings
has gotten bigger.

Well, maybe the
bombings are all over.

Why would they stop now?

I don't know.

But you've got to think
about something else.

Your career, for instance.

Like where are you
gonna take good pictures

now that your father's cannery
is just a little bit battered?

Oh, I forgot all about
that assignment.

Look, I found out that a
friend of mine is a foreman

at a new cannery over
on the windward side.

Got the best
equipment on the island.

- You think you can arrange it?
- Now that's a little bit better.

See, there's other
things to think about.

We can drive over
there tomorrow.

And I'm sure I can arrange
for you to take pictures.

Thanks, Bill.

You're a nice man.

ALICIA: No, he is not here.

I've already told you he
does not come in until 9:00.

He's already called
twice this morning.

Well, the cannery will be
shut down for one week.

- I want everybody on full salary.
- Yuhio, wait.

A messenger brought a package.

I was afraid. I wanted
to call the police.

No police.

ALICIA: What if it's a...?
MUROMOTO: A bomb?

No.

No, that's not his style.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

It's him.

You killed a man.

Yeah, well, I hope
you're ready, Muromoto.

Because the last
battle is about to begin.

Wait.

Tell me what you want.

You.

I don't understand.

All right, I want you to take
my little present to Five-0.

Then I want you to tell McGarrett
to call a press conference.

And then I want you
to tell them everything.

Everything, and now.

Yuhio, call McGarrett.

Please, call McGarrett,
and do what he says.

Yuhio, it's ancient history.

No one cares.

I care.

BOYD: Come on,
McGarrett, hand grenades,

a land mine, the
anonymous letter.

It has to be World War Il vengeance.
You must have put that together.

- Speculate for me.
- Do your own speculation.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

- There's a story here.
- I'm not in the story business.

I'm in the
crime-solving business.

Crime-solving with
facts, not speculation.

It's Chin in San
Francisco, Mr. McGarrett.

I'll take it in the office.

Boyd,

we live in one of the most successfully
integrated communities in the country.

Are you ready to dig up old
hatreds for the sake of a byline?

As you just said, McGarrett,

you're in the crime-solving
business, I'm in the story business.

Yeah, Chin. What have you got?

I was with the San
Francisco Police last night.

We raided a warehouse
with enough army ordinance

to start a good sized war.

Any tie-in to the
Muromoto bombings?

CHIN: I don't know, but
they were big dealers.

But they kept records and
had one customer in Honolulu.

- What's his name,
Chin? CHIN: Mitchell.

Charles Mitchell.

Good work, Chin. Good work.

What time have you got?

It's about five after 11.

You know, I thought
I knew this island.

I don't remember a
cannery way out here.

It won't be long now.

Are you sure you
didn't miss the turn-off?

Don't worry, I know
exactly where I'm going.

Just relax, would you?

- Who would put a cannery in here?
- Oh, it isn't here.

What do you mean? What is this?

This is a surprise.

It's something I just
had to show you.

My Uncle Charles bought
it, and I helped fix it up.

- Bill, plea...
- Come on, come on.

- Come on, you'll love it.
- Yeah.

Come on, let me
show you over here.

Bill, what is this?

Why did you bring me here?

Look, Nancy, I'm sorry.

I told you, he ain't
here anymore.

He's dead.

Who lives here now?

A young friend of Mitchell's.

That's Mitchell and his friend.

What's his friend's name?

William Barker.

Danno, come here a minute.

Don't we know this man?

Yeah.

Wasn't he with Nancy Muromoto?

At the cannery
after the bombing.

Yeah. Yeah.

NANCY: Bill? Where are you?

Bill?

What are you gonna do to me?

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yes?
- There was nothing on the news.

Look, I will not
deal with insanity.

Don't you ever say that.

- Talk.
- Hello?

- Nancy? NANCY: Daddy.

Oh, my God. What is this?

Now, you're gonna do exactly
what I tell you, aren't you?

Look, all right, I'll...

I'll go to Hawaii Five-0, and
I'll have that press conference.

No, it's too late.

No police.

I want you here alone.

You understand? Alone.

- Or I'm gonna kill your daughter.
- Where?

I want you to drive to a phone booth
at the corner of Luna Lila Home Road

and Ipeal Street in Koko Head.

Wait 30 minutes, and
you wait there for my call.

Now, it's a phone booth at the
corner of Luna Lila Home Road

and Ipeal Street at Koko Head.

All right.

DANNY: Thank you,
major. Keep looking.

When did William Barker,
Jr. Take over this apartment?

The day after Charles
Mitchell's funeral.

They was always so close.

I said okay.

- Steve.
- Yeah?

I checked Nancy
Muromoto's school.

She and Barker left
for the windward side

about 9:30 this morning.

McGARRETT: Oh, things
are beginning to add up.

DANNY: Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Steve, military records show

that Charles Mitchell
and William Barker, Sr.

Were Japanese prisoners
of war in the Philippines.

Barker Sr. died there in 1942.

Could it be that Barker was
trying to avenge his father's death?

Gee, I don't know. There's
still something missing.

With no records on Muromoto, how
could Mitchell and Barker find out?

Take a look at
this picture, Steve.

You think Mitchell could've
remembered Muromoto

from a 30-year-old picture?

That could be.

Gee, this picture looks
like it was torn out of a book.

Ah. "I survived Bataan."

Duke?

Take this place apart.

See if you can find a book that
this might have been taken out of.

We're going to see
Mr. Muromoto. Let's go, Danno.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Muromoto?
- This is he.

All right.

You listen very carefully
to what I'm gonna tell you.

You promise you
won't hurt Nancy?

She's safe, as long
as you follow orders.

I'll be right there.

I'm gonna give my Uncle Charlie

one of the best birthday
presents he ever had.

What did he ever do to you?

Your father was commander
of a death camp on Bataan.

He's a war criminal.

He killed hundreds
of men in cold blood.

He killed my father.

I don't believe that.

You see, he...
He, ah... I was sick.

My lungs were weak,

and I was tied to a stake
along with a lot of others

for some minor
infraction of the rules.

And the others, they
managed to stay on their feet.

But I collapsed.

- And then came the bayonet.
- No!

Charlie Mitchell
was there. He knew.

It couldn't have been daddy.

Charles Mitchell spent his
life hunting war criminals.

There's no mistake.

I gotta get ready
for your father.

- Bill, listen...
- Now you call me sergeant.

How can you hate for so long?

For a lifetime.

And how can you
be sure it's my father?

I'm sure.

You see, we had a
spy in the enemy camp.

McGARRETT: Who else did
Mr. Muromoto talk to on the phone?

SERVANT: He talked to Nancy.

- Anyone else?
- I think so, but I'm not sure.

Do you recall anything about
that phone conversation?

Well, Mr. Muromoto mentioned
a phone booth in Koko Head.

Where in Koko Head? Did he say?

I think the corner of Luna Lila
Home Road and Ipeal Street.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Steve, it was in Barker's closet.
Very old. Probably out of print.

But read the fly leaf.

[McGARRETT READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

Alicia.

Alicia Wade.

- Muromoto's secretary.
- Yeah.

And she could be the
missing piece in our puzzle.

What kind of car is
Mr. Muromoto driving?

A dark blue Lincoln Continental.

Do you know his
license plate number?

I believe it was D1803A.

Got that, Duke?

Put out an APB.

Tell them which direction he
was heading. Let's go, Danno.

Alicia, my father's
been good to you.

Why are you letting this happen?

I'm not letting it happen,
I'm making it happen.

You made Bill believe that
my father is a war criminal.

He is.

Years ago, he broke
down and sobbed to me

that the war had
made him a monster.

And what are you now?

I loved him.

And he asked me to
wait until he was free.

Well, I waited.

I waited ten whole years.

And he just passed me by for
some child he doesn't even know.

You don't understand.

Bill's gonna kill daddy.

He's been programmed to.

No judge? No jury?

That's right.

Just like your father,
just an executioner.

Created by your hate.

Oh, no, it's not just my hate.

It's not my hate
alone, there are others.

There's Charles Mitchell
and there's William Barker, Jr.

William has
waited his whole life

to come face to face
with his father's murderer.

Try him again, Danno.

Come in, Chopper 2, come in.

PILOT: This is Chopper 2.

Any sign of Muromoto's car?

PILOT: I just picked up a
big blue Lincoln heading north.

Can you get a fix on
the license number?

PILOT: D as in Denver,
1803, A as in apple.

That's it. Good work, Chopper.

What is your present location?

PILOT: Five miles north of
Pearl City on Cam Highway.

PILOT: He made a left turn on a
small dirt road into the cane fields.

We're not far from there, Danno.

Nancy.

You drop it.

Or I'm gonna kill
the both of you.

Hello, Yuhio.

What's that fence?
That wire fence.

DANNY: Barbed wire.

Looks like that fence goes all
the way around the compound.

There's some wire
cutters in the trunk, Danno.

I just hope that you've suffered
as much as my father did.

Danno?

- Let's try those clippers.
- Okay.

Oh, Bill, no. Please.

He's my father. Don't kill him.

[WHISPERS] I got it.

What was that?

Oh, my God, look at this.

Boxes of them.

The guy's insane.

You don't wanna do this.

It was her idea.

Please. Don't let her
make you kill again.

I need a diversion, Danno.

ALICIA: This is
your chance, Willy.

Now's the time to do it.

Do it. What's wrong with you?

I never should have trusted you.

Alicia, why?

I was good enough to serve you.

I was good enough
to make love to.

But I was never
good enough to marry.

I never led you
to believe that...

Yes, you did. You did.

You told me to wait until
you were free to marry me.

- Yes.
- You're wrong, Alicia.

[MOUTHS] Go.

McGARRETT: Hold it!

Drop it. Drop it.

Cuff them, Danno.

Turn around.

Come on.

Did he hurt you?

You all right?

Daddy.

Well, done, McGarrett.

Surprised?

No. I figured you'd be
monitoring the police channels.

I was right, huh?
World War Il vengeance.

That's part of it, but
it's not the real story.

- No?
- No.

The real story is about
people who can't let go of hate

and what hate does
to them and others.

I wonder if anybody
would care about that angle.

I don't know,
Boyd. It's your story.

You might have
a point, McGarrett.

I can caption it, "When
does a war end?"

When do all wars end?

When people stop
hating and start loving.

You think that will ever happen?

It better.

Oh, God, it better.