Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 11, Episode 3 - Deadly Courier - full transcript
An assassin who doesn't know he's an assassin? Sounds like a punch line from "The Naked Gun," but it's the story of this episode, where a diplomatic courier with a briefcase chained to his wrist is hypnotized and programmed to rig the case with a bomb. When Danno goes undercover to ferret out the assassination ring, he himself is brainwashed and programmed to kill McGarrett.
I'm gonna pull my men out now!
- You can't do that.
- Oh, I can't, huh?
Either Sherman is lying
or you're covering for him.
Either way, I don't like it.
We were approaching that luggage
shop when the explosion took place.
Who knew you were going there?
John Enslow knew.
You say Mr. Hakima sent
you here, Mr. Williams?
Uh, no, no. I'm just
a customer of his.
Duke, the attaché case! Get it!
Kill him.
- Yes?
- Walter Sherman.
Mr. Soames is expecting me.
Come in.
Yes? Come in.
Ah, Sherman.
All right, Jimmy.
- I expected you last night.
- I got in late.
Still working on
that Chinese puzzle?
It's still inscrutable.
It's an ancient Manchu dialect,
with a random numerical sequence.
Not the easiest
code to decipher.
This is only part of
what we picked up.
I suppose the rest of the
documents will be in later this week.
You, uh, think this is
going to be any easier?
If you're asking me,
then you're asking me
something you don't need to know.
If you're telling me,
then you know
something you shouldn't.
Which is it?
Just curious.
- But, uh, if it is Russell...
- Sherman,
you're familiar with
operational procedure.
The less anyone knows
of someone else's job,
the less chance for
any kind of defection,
innocent or otherwise.
Yes. Of course.
That's a relief.
What's the matter,
Sherman? Are you all right?
Just a touch of
jet lag, I guess.
Want a drink?
Maybe a little fresh air.
I'll step outside for a moment.
Mr. Soames!
Oh, my God.
Stop him.
- What happened?
- He blew out the house.
Mr. Soames with it.
He was not involved.
What do you mean,
"not involved," governor?
According to Mr. Enslow who
just flew in from Washington.
He's director of the State
Department's Bureau of Intelligence.
The courier is already
booked for murder one.
He delivered the bomb. The
DA is preparing an indictment.
Walter Sherman worked with
me for the State Department
for the last seven years.
- He's above suspicion.
- How do you figure?
Just take my word for it.
Now we do have a
problem, a big one.
We can't testify for him. If we do,
we expose an intelligence operation
that's vital to our country.
There are a lot of
things about this
that I don't understand either.
But Mr. Enslow needs someone
to prove Sherman innocent
without State Department help.
Well, that's great. I
get all the good ones.
The attaché case was
locked and chained to his wrist
under supervision prior
to takeoff in Singapore.
The question is, how did
the bomb get in the case?
- What did Sherman say?
- He doesn't know.
Now, he couldn't have unlocked
it or removed it from his wrist.
Soames was the only
one who had combinations.
Is that all you can tell me?
I could tell you that Walter
Sherman is innocent,
and we need your
help to prove it.
Somebody booby-trapped the
briefcase without Sherman knowing it?
- That's his story?
- That's it.
That's what we're
supposed to prove, huh?
That's our assignment.
Duke, you worked with
plastic explosives in the Navy.
How long would it
take to rig that case?
At least a couple of
hours. It's very sensitive.
Well, could it be done while it
was still chained to Sherman's wrist?
Impossible, unless
he was sedated.
But not knowing about it.
Uh, he landed here
Monday afternoon,
but he didn't go to Soames'
place until Tuesday at 10 a.m.
That's about 18 hours.
I wanna know what he
did during those 18 hours.
Check with you later.
Just finishing up the
report. Take a look.
Wish I knew.
McGARRETT: Wish
you knew what, doctor?
What that improvised
detonator was made of.
Expert craftsman, though.
Is this all that's left
of the attaché case?
That's all.
What about the paper? Documents?
Tsk, not a flake.
The only thing inside
was that plastic bomb
set to go off when
both locks were opened.
- And this lock?
- It was torn off its rivets.
Sailed like a bullet
across the room.
- Was it open?
- Yes.
If the case wasn't
off his wrist,
Sherman would have been
blown apart like Soames.
McGARRETT: Uh...
What do you make of this, doc?
Looks like some
kind of identification.
- Letters stamped.
- H-K-A.
Could be some sort of luggage
shop's identification, couldn't it?
Maybe.
I wouldn't want the
job of tracking it down.
- Okay, doc, thank you.
- You're welcome.
All right, officer. I'll
take it. Thank you.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
- What do you want?
- Oh.
A little happiness, a
little kindness, a little love.
- What do you want?
- My freedom.
McGARRETT: Okay,
then let's work on it.
John Enslow asked me to take
another look at the evidence against you.
Oh, that's nice of him.
He's genuinely
concerned about you.
He's concerned about the
State Department, not me.
Mr. McGarrett, whatever
you want, I signed a statement.
- The DA has it.
- I saw it.
Okay.
On the flight you came in on,
- was there anybody you recognized?
- No.
Who sat next to
you on the plane?
A woman.
- A friendly woman?
- Sure, friendly.
But I can't even remember
the few words we exchanged.
Did you doze off? Take a nap?
No, I can't sleep on a plane.
Drink any booze? Wine?
No, no. Mr. McGarrett, why
don't you check my affidavit?
Nobody had a chance
at the attaché case.
Nobody even got close to
it and it never left my wrist.
Very well. You arrived in Honolulu
at 5:50 Monday afternoon, right?
That's correct.
But you didn't call on
Martin Soames, your contact,
until 10:00 Tuesday morning.
- Why the delay?
- It was late.
By the time I checked into
the hotel, got cleaned up,
it was after 7:00.
- Then what did you do?
- I went to a small café down the street
from the hotel. Alone.
I walked back to the
hotel, I went to my room,
locked myself in and
went to sleep early. Alone.
Tuesday morning I called
room service for my breakfast.
After breakfast I called Soames
and took a cab to his house.
Where was the attaché case
when you went to the café?
I took it with me. It
was locked to my wrist.
And they were the only
phone calls that you made?
I don't know anyone
else in Honolulu.
Very well.
In Soames' study, you put
the briefcase down on the desk.
He removed it from your wrist,
opened one of the two digital locks,
and you walked out of
the room immediately.
I had a spell of dizziness.
A touch of something. I was
nauseous, maybe due to the jet lag.
You went outside.
Then when the explosion
came, you ran away.
I had no knowledge of
the source of the explosion.
I thought it came from the street,
so I ran out there to take a look.
The State Department explained
why they can't testify for you,
but you're leaving me very little
room, Mr. Sherman. You realize that?
I'll bet State didn't
tell you everything.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, why don't you go ask them?
Okay.
McGARRETT: Sherman
says you're holding out on me.
Is that true?
- Why would I do that?
- I don't know.
- Are you?
- No.
Take a look at that.
Well, what is it?
"H-K-A."
This could be a
retail shop trademark.
But not any shop in
Singapore. I checked.
No luggage stores in
that city fits those letters.
But there is one here.
H-A-K-I-M-A-S.
Hakima's Leather Emporium.
1270 West Halii
Street. Honolulu.
Are you suggesting that the case that
blew up came from here in Honolulu?
Perhaps. But
wouldn't a substitution,
a switch, have required
Sherman's knowledge and consent?
Excuse me. McGarrett. Yes, Duke?
We're in Sherman's hotel room.
We checked him from the airport.
The cabby remembered the
attaché case chained to his wrist.
Yes, Duke. Go on.
Well, he checked in at 6:40 p.m.
Then he came to his
room and washed up.
The maid says she
changed the towel.
Then he left his room key
downstairs at the front desk about 8:00.
The desk clerk remembered
the attaché case.
What time did he
pick up his key?
He didn't, not Monday night.
Oh?
He didn't get back to
his room Monday night?
Hold on, please.
Steve, we've got the
cleaning lady here.
She says the bed
was never slept in at all.
His bed wasn't slept
in Monday night?
The café where he
said he had dinner,
the cashier doesn't remember anybody
with a briefcase chained to his wrist.
There's a luggage shop called
Hakima's at 1270 West Halii Street.
I'll meet you and Duke
there in about an hour.
Right.
- It seems your friend Sherman lied.
- It's stupid to lie.
One thing Sherman
is not is stupid.
- How about desperate?
- No way.
That's all you have to say?
Now, look, I've gone
along with this far enough.
I'm gonna pull my men out now!
- You can't do that.
- Oh, I can't, huh?
Either Sherman is lying
or you're covering for him.
Either way, I don't like it.
All right, McGarrett. I'll tell you
this on a need-to-know basis.
Sherman is more than
a diplomatic courier.
Oh, at last, a little honesty.
- Tell me something I don't know.
- He's an electronics expert.
He poses as a courier and visits
our embassies around the world.
Now, one of his duties is
to check intelligence bugs,
foreign intelligence bugs.
And if he finds one
on a phone, well,
he installs a device that makes
it into a two-way transmitter.
You mean, it picks up and records
information from the bugging source?
- Is that what he was carrying?
- Right.
Now you understand,
if he goes to trial
and we have to expose what he's
doing, it's gonna blow his cover.
Yeah, but another country
already has the documents
he was carrying
in the attaché case.
Why the secrecy now that
they already have the evidence?
They still don't know
how it's being obtained.
Oh, I see.
I see. Is that it? Is that all?
That's it. That's all.
McGarrett, stick with it.
It's vitally important.
Mr. Enslow, why is it
that I get the impression
that you're holding out on me?
That's the place.
God, look at this place.
There's someone over here.
- Any signs?
- No.
He's dead.
Duke, check outside.
All right, everybody
back. Please back up.
Watch out for the broken glass.
Please. Back up, please.
- Steve?
- Yeah, Danno?
Look what I found.
Little old bomb-maker.
Maybe he got hoist
by his own petard.
Yeah.
Look at this.
Now I can tell the crime lab
what the detonator was made of.
This look familiar?
H-K-A. Hakima's, huh?
That same stamp was on a
fragment of the attaché case
that Sherman
delivered to Soames.
This could be where
Sherman spent Monday night,
getting the case exchanged.
Yeah, since they couldn't get it
off his wrist, they had to cut it open.
But the two digital locks
had to be the same ones
when he delivered
the case to Soames.
So the dead man out there could
have transferred the hardware
from Sherman's case to one of
these with his own personal trademark,
and equipped with a plastic bomb
set to go off when the case opens.
Yeah.
At least we're making
a little progress.
Are we, Danno?
If that dead man was a lead to
them, they're still way ahead of us.
- Steve, H.P.D. is here.
McGARRETT: Thanks, Duke.
Excuse us, please.
Danno, I could have been
looking at the wrong end of this.
Hakima may just be a middleman.
Be interesting to know
where he got those briefcases.
I saw some invoices on a
spindle in the back room.
Why don't you check them out? If
you get any leads, uh, use a cover.
This gang is lethal.
I have a date tonight for a concert. If
I come up with anything, I'll call you.
Okay, have a good
time. Duke, come on.
You say Mr. Hakima sent
you here, Mr. Williams?
No, no, I'm just
a customer of his.
I'm afraid a terrible thing
has happened, Miss Kahuana.
- What?
- Less than an hour ago,
there was an explosion
at his store. He was killed.
Killed?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Mr. Williams, will you come
with me to my office, please?
Thank you.
Please.
Thank you.
Hakima is...
Was a customer of
ours, Mr. Williams.
How did this happen?
- The explosion?
- Well, I don't know.
The police were
still there when I left.
And you said you're a
customer of the shop?
Mr. Hakima was making a special
briefcase for me with two locks.
He was adapting one
of your import cases
and I thought, since I do
need the case very badly,
perhaps you could help me.
Uh, you could fill the order.
Perhaps we can, Mr. Williams.
We don't have a complete
repair facility here,
but sometimes merchandise
is damaged in shipment
and we make minor repairs.
Excuse me, Mr. Williams.
Fingerprint.
Sulaine, will you serve tea?
Yes, Miss Kahuana.
For major work in
leather, Mr. Williams,
we depended on Hakima.
He was an expert craftsman.
What in particular
was he doing for you?
Voice graph.
Well, I have to send confidential
reports to my home office in Delaware.
He was converting
a single-lock attaché case,
yours, to a
double-combination lock.
It was due to be ready today.
Feed it to the computer.
Let me see the x-ray.
Interesting.
He's wearing a gun and badge.
He's indeed a police officer.
Give this to Sulaine.
I know it was just a
wild chance on my part.
I mean, uh, I'm sure it's an imposition,
me not being your customer and all.
Thank you, Sulaine.
Will you serve the tea, please?
Mr. Williams, it's a
specially prepared brew.
A highly aromatic
highland's blend.
Well, I'm a pigeon
for exotic things.
Excellent.
Please tell Rogersen I want
this program started immediately.
How is he?
Still sedated.
We have only 12 hours.
The injection.
Mr. Williams.
Mr. Williams.
You can see me
clearly now, Mr. Williams.
Who are you?
- What is this?
- Mr. Williams.
It will go so much easier
if you would only relax.
Who am I, Mr. Williams?
You're Marla Kahuana.
X.
You don't know who
I am, Mr. Williams.
Who am I?
You're Marla.
You've never seen
me before, Mr. Williams.
Who am I?
You're Marla.
It's going to be a long
night, Mr. Williams.
And you have a lot of unlearning
to do before the learning starts.
The DMT, Sulaine.
The visuals.
I know you're up to your neck
with the Sherman case, Steve.
But this security
operation is short and quick.
- And high priority.
- I still don't trust him.
I don't mind telling
you, governor,
that if John Enslow did not
have impeccable credentials,
I'd have a few hundred
questions for him.
- What makes you say that?
- We were approaching
that luggage shop
when the explosion took
place. It killed Hakima, the owner.
But... But what if it
was intended for us?
How? Who knew
you were going there?
John Enslow knew.
Oh, impossible.
Heh. If you think that,
you could just as well think
the secretary of state or the
president, it's just that incredible.
I won't think it, if that
makes you happy.
Don't be impertinent, Steve.
I'm sorry, sir.
He was just as shocked as you
about the bombing yesterday.
- What about this security detail?
- Tomorrow at 12:40.
There's a flight coming
in from Hong Kong.
Someone changing planes.
I want you to make sure
there are no slip-ups.
- John Enslow in on it?
- Yes.
And you'll have to
coordinate with him.
Very well, sir. May
I use your phone?
Incidentally, uh, Enslow
made arrangements
for a psychiatrist
to visit Sherman.
He suggested you join them
in the, uh, jail visiting room.
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, Lani. Is Duke there, please?
- A psychiatrist?
- Chief of psychiatry, Doctor's Hospital.
I see. Duke? Uh, have
you heard from Danno?
Very well. Get hold of him.
I'd like both of you to meet me in
the office first thing in the morning.
Yes. Good night.
Look straight, Mr. Williams.
Where are you, Mr. Williams?
Where are you now, Mr. Williams?
Asleep.
That's right.
You're asleep now.
In your own bed at home.
Who am I, Mr. Williams?
A friend.
Yes.
Who is Marla Kahuana?
I don't know.
And I'm a friend?
- Yes.
- A lovely friend.
You spent the night with me.
Where did we have dinner?
At Pete's Place.
- What did we have for dinner?
- Duck.
Mandarin duck.
And after, where did we go?
We went to the concert.
What was the
program at the concert?
You must remember, Mr. Williams.
I'm trying. I'm
trying to remember.
- Good morning.
- Mr. McGarrett?
- I'm Dr. Angela McBride.
- How do you do, doctor?
We're almost ready to start.
I've been briefed by Mr. Enslow
of the State Department,
and Mr. Sherman knows
what we're trying to do.
- What is that, doctor?
- We're trying to discover
why there are discrepancies
between his story
and the, uh, facts
as we know them.
Discover with psychiatry?
Well, we know there's a time
interlude that we can't account for.
Now, perhaps that
was drug-induced.
I see.
We...
We went to the concert.
It was Horowitz
uh, playing Chopin and Schubert.
- Chopin Études.
- Yes.
Études.
And then, after
intermission, Schubert.
What Schubert?
Schubert's Impromptus. Yeah.
Very good, Mr. Williams.
Then where did we go?
Oh.
We went to a supper
club. Raymond's.
For dancing, Mr. Williams. Then?
We went for a drive
along the coast.
McGARRETT: Okay.
We've established that no one
here on the islands knew the
combination of the digital locks.
- Except Soames.
- Of course.
Yet we know the attaché case
that you delivered was a substitute.
That it was exchanged,
while on your wrist,
in a luggage repair shop.
I understand that's what you
believe, but it didn't happen to me.
I don't know how it could
have happened to me.
I can't. I can't!
Of course you can, Mr. Williams.
- It is not a question of treason.
- It is.
I can't.
Oh, yes.
I understand.
You cannot resist, Mr. Williams.
Yes.
I understand.
When the other courier
comes to Honolulu,
the one with the attaché case
the same as Walter Sherman's,
you want to know
what his plans are.
Whether he's going to stay
here or go to Washington.
That's right, Mr. Williams.
And when you find out?
I will let you know.
Immediately. Immediately.
You have no recollection
of visiting a luggage shop?
No.
- Or of leaving your hotel room?
- No.
Only to go to the
café for dinner.
- And nowhere else?
- No.
Could someone have
called you at the hotel?
A woman, perhaps?
And you don't want to
admit an assignation?
No. No.
I told you I didn't know
anyone on the island.
- But you do now?
- Obviously.
Much to my regret.
I will forget what
happened last night.
I will remember only
what I'm told to remember.
- Who am I?
- I don't know.
- What happened to you last night?
- That's personal.
That's part of my personal life.
But I can tell you.
It was a ball.
When you left the hotel that
morning for Soames' place,
- did you stop anywhere?
- No, I didn't.
- And you took a cab?
- That's correct.
- Did you talk with the cab driver?
- I gave him directions. Small talk.
- Is something bothering you?
- No. Uh,
nothing.
Mr. Sherman, may
I check your eyes?
Of course.
What are you doing?
Why'd you shine
that thing in my eye?
- The light bothers you?
- Stop, stop, stop!
X, X, X!
Fixed.
Got to have it fixed.
Why?
Why do you have
to have it fixed?
I have to have it fixed.
Where are you
taking it, Mr. Sherman?
To the luggage shop.
McBRlDE: Which luggage shop?
Hakima's.
He's going to fix it.
Please tell him to let me by.
I must have the case fixed.
His revolver, please.
Mr. Williams.
When the light is
flashed, what will you do?
I will do whatever
you tell me to do.
You will feel refreshed
and alert.
- How do you feel?
- Fine.
Stand up, please.
You have all your
instructions, Mr. Williams.
And here is your revolver.
That young lady there
is a complete stranger.
She has done you no
harm. Isn't that true?
Yes. That's true.
I want you to shoot her.
Uh, there was nothing in
his attitude, his responses,
that could have
suggested programming
until he picked up
the doctor's briefcase?
Not until she flashed the light
in his eye. That triggered him.
I never heard of that kind of
programming in so short a time.
Well, Dr. McBride suggested a
combination of drugs and conditioning
in the area of the
brain's corpus callosum.
There are all kinds
of new techniques.
Fantastic scientific
breakthroughs.
Is the doctor working
with Sherman now?
Yes. In the prison hospital.
They have some techniques
for decontamination, she called it.
What about the luggage shop?
Well, one of my men
was on a lead yesterday.
He had nothing to
report. Uh, Mr. Enslow,
see, I have a security job
at the airport coming up.
I understand it's your setup.
I hope we're still not playing
games with each other.
It never was a game.
Sherman brought
some of the documents.
This new courier,
Russell, will bring the rest.
I'll be waiting at the airport for
him, aboard an Air Force plane,
and I'll take him back
to Washington with me.
When is his plane due in?
12:40.
We have... We've taken the greatest
security precautions on this flight.
By 1:00, the attaché case
that is chained to his wrist
will be on mine,
and I'll be airborne.
Your job will be done.
I'll be at the airport with you.
That really won't be necessary.
Nevertheless, I'll be
there just the same.
Is Danno not in yet, Duke?
- Not yet, Steve.
McGARRETT: Thank you.
Lani? Get me Captain
Santos at H.P.D., please.
- Have you tried Danno's apartment?
- No answer.
- He had a date last night.
- Hm.
Well, maybe he's
on his way to work.
McGarrett.
Oh, yes. Yes, captain.
Oh, good morning.
Just checking
the airport security detail with you.
I understand you're assigned to it.
Yes, it's Flight, um, 820,
Gate 11, at 12:40 p.m.
Yeah, ha, ha.
Probably a congressman
spending the taxpayers' money
on some junket gathering information
on how to reduce the budget.
Yeah.
Right. We'll cover the
plane and the terminal gate.
Very well. We'll see you there.
- Well, good morning.
- Yes, it is. Um,
- sorry I'm late.
- Good concert?
- Lots of encores, I gather.
- Yeah.
First we went to Pete's Place
for dinner, then the concert,
then Raymond's
Supper Club for dancing,
and a long drive up the Waianae
coast to watch the sun come up.
Oh, how nice.
Nothing on that import company?
It's a commercial operation,
Steve. Perfectly legitimate.
Very well. Okay, you heard
me with Captain Santos.
The VIP is not a congressman.
He's a State Department courier
arriving on a flight from Hong Kong.
Danno,
you'll meet at the plane
here, which arrives at Gate 11,
then bring him down
this utility staircase,
and take him to Enslow's
Air Force plane here.
I'll be there with Enslow.
Just a transfer from
one plane to another.
Duke, you coordinate
the security with H.P.D.
around the area and cover Danno.
I've got a few details to finish
here. I'll see you out there.
Lani, get me the
governor, please.
Let's take separate cars, Duke.
I've got some things to
check after this airport deal.
I bet you do.
McGARRETT: Lani? LANI Yes, sir.
McGARRETT: Get me the
airport security office, please.
Security office,
Lieutenant Saunders.
Uh, lieutenant, Captain
Santos of H.P.D.
and his men will
be arriving shortly.
It looks like Flight
820 will be a little early
so please have your
men meet us at Gate 11.
- Will do.
- Thank you.
This is Dan Williams.
The courier's due to arrive
on Flight 820 at 12:40.
- Security?
- H.P.D. and Hawaii Five-0.
Using the Jetway
utility staircase
to escort the courier from
Gate 11 to an Air Force plane.
All right, Mr. Williams.
But instead of bringing
the courier down the stairs,
- you'll take him through the Jetway.
- I understand.
I'll see you at the airport.
Flight 820.
You must be ready to take
care of the courier in the terminal.
We'll have less than
30 seconds to do it in.
Any questions?
No. We look after it. - Good.
Flight 820 now
arriving at Gate 1 1.
Flight 820 now
arriving at Gate 1 1.
McGarrett.
It looks like
everything's on schedule.
Yeah. So far.
Flight 820 now
unloading at Gate 1 1.
Flight 820 now
unloading at Gate 1 1.
Flight 3 from Singapore
now arriving at Gate 8.
Flight 3 from Singapore
now arriving at Gate 8.
Williams. Five-0.
I know. I've already
been notified, Mr. Williams.
- Wait.
- We were gonna use
- the utility stairs.
- There's been a change in plans.
Security.
Danny!
Aloha.
Come.
Duke! The attaché case! Get it!
Stop! Officers!
I want you to take out your
gun and shoot that man.
Danno?
What's the matter?
Danno, it's me.
It's Steve. Give me the gun.
Kill him, now!
- Danno!
- Kill him.
- Give me the gun.
- Kill him. Shoot.
Kill him!
Now! Shoot! Oh!
Get that woman.
Danno, unh.
- Steve, I was...
- No, you weren't.
- I was gonna kill you.
- No, you weren't.
You weren't gonna do anything.
Are you all right?
One thing, Steve.
McGARRETT: Yeah.
How did that woman get to Walter
Sherman and his attaché case
in the first place.
Oh, I think on the plane
coming in she sat next to him.
Arranged to meet
him that evening.
- And he didn't remember.
- Of course not.
She probably
drugged him at dinner,
and in the indoctrination
process that night
it was all erased
from his memory.
Just as she did so
successfully with Danno.
- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno?
Here it is. The final report.
And now, thanks to Dr. McBride,
I remember everything.
You do, Danno, huh? Everything?
- That's a pity.
- What do you mean?
The dinner, the concert,
the trip up the coast in the car.
Yeah.
It never happened.
You mean, I struck out?
Yeah. That's what I mean.
- You can't do that.
- Oh, I can't, huh?
Either Sherman is lying
or you're covering for him.
Either way, I don't like it.
We were approaching that luggage
shop when the explosion took place.
Who knew you were going there?
John Enslow knew.
You say Mr. Hakima sent
you here, Mr. Williams?
Uh, no, no. I'm just
a customer of his.
Duke, the attaché case! Get it!
Kill him.
- Yes?
- Walter Sherman.
Mr. Soames is expecting me.
Come in.
Yes? Come in.
Ah, Sherman.
All right, Jimmy.
- I expected you last night.
- I got in late.
Still working on
that Chinese puzzle?
It's still inscrutable.
It's an ancient Manchu dialect,
with a random numerical sequence.
Not the easiest
code to decipher.
This is only part of
what we picked up.
I suppose the rest of the
documents will be in later this week.
You, uh, think this is
going to be any easier?
If you're asking me,
then you're asking me
something you don't need to know.
If you're telling me,
then you know
something you shouldn't.
Which is it?
Just curious.
- But, uh, if it is Russell...
- Sherman,
you're familiar with
operational procedure.
The less anyone knows
of someone else's job,
the less chance for
any kind of defection,
innocent or otherwise.
Yes. Of course.
That's a relief.
What's the matter,
Sherman? Are you all right?
Just a touch of
jet lag, I guess.
Want a drink?
Maybe a little fresh air.
I'll step outside for a moment.
Mr. Soames!
Oh, my God.
Stop him.
- What happened?
- He blew out the house.
Mr. Soames with it.
He was not involved.
What do you mean,
"not involved," governor?
According to Mr. Enslow who
just flew in from Washington.
He's director of the State
Department's Bureau of Intelligence.
The courier is already
booked for murder one.
He delivered the bomb. The
DA is preparing an indictment.
Walter Sherman worked with
me for the State Department
for the last seven years.
- He's above suspicion.
- How do you figure?
Just take my word for it.
Now we do have a
problem, a big one.
We can't testify for him. If we do,
we expose an intelligence operation
that's vital to our country.
There are a lot of
things about this
that I don't understand either.
But Mr. Enslow needs someone
to prove Sherman innocent
without State Department help.
Well, that's great. I
get all the good ones.
The attaché case was
locked and chained to his wrist
under supervision prior
to takeoff in Singapore.
The question is, how did
the bomb get in the case?
- What did Sherman say?
- He doesn't know.
Now, he couldn't have unlocked
it or removed it from his wrist.
Soames was the only
one who had combinations.
Is that all you can tell me?
I could tell you that Walter
Sherman is innocent,
and we need your
help to prove it.
Somebody booby-trapped the
briefcase without Sherman knowing it?
- That's his story?
- That's it.
That's what we're
supposed to prove, huh?
That's our assignment.
Duke, you worked with
plastic explosives in the Navy.
How long would it
take to rig that case?
At least a couple of
hours. It's very sensitive.
Well, could it be done while it
was still chained to Sherman's wrist?
Impossible, unless
he was sedated.
But not knowing about it.
Uh, he landed here
Monday afternoon,
but he didn't go to Soames'
place until Tuesday at 10 a.m.
That's about 18 hours.
I wanna know what he
did during those 18 hours.
Check with you later.
Just finishing up the
report. Take a look.
Wish I knew.
McGARRETT: Wish
you knew what, doctor?
What that improvised
detonator was made of.
Expert craftsman, though.
Is this all that's left
of the attaché case?
That's all.
What about the paper? Documents?
Tsk, not a flake.
The only thing inside
was that plastic bomb
set to go off when
both locks were opened.
- And this lock?
- It was torn off its rivets.
Sailed like a bullet
across the room.
- Was it open?
- Yes.
If the case wasn't
off his wrist,
Sherman would have been
blown apart like Soames.
McGARRETT: Uh...
What do you make of this, doc?
Looks like some
kind of identification.
- Letters stamped.
- H-K-A.
Could be some sort of luggage
shop's identification, couldn't it?
Maybe.
I wouldn't want the
job of tracking it down.
- Okay, doc, thank you.
- You're welcome.
All right, officer. I'll
take it. Thank you.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
- What do you want?
- Oh.
A little happiness, a
little kindness, a little love.
- What do you want?
- My freedom.
McGARRETT: Okay,
then let's work on it.
John Enslow asked me to take
another look at the evidence against you.
Oh, that's nice of him.
He's genuinely
concerned about you.
He's concerned about the
State Department, not me.
Mr. McGarrett, whatever
you want, I signed a statement.
- The DA has it.
- I saw it.
Okay.
On the flight you came in on,
- was there anybody you recognized?
- No.
Who sat next to
you on the plane?
A woman.
- A friendly woman?
- Sure, friendly.
But I can't even remember
the few words we exchanged.
Did you doze off? Take a nap?
No, I can't sleep on a plane.
Drink any booze? Wine?
No, no. Mr. McGarrett, why
don't you check my affidavit?
Nobody had a chance
at the attaché case.
Nobody even got close to
it and it never left my wrist.
Very well. You arrived in Honolulu
at 5:50 Monday afternoon, right?
That's correct.
But you didn't call on
Martin Soames, your contact,
until 10:00 Tuesday morning.
- Why the delay?
- It was late.
By the time I checked into
the hotel, got cleaned up,
it was after 7:00.
- Then what did you do?
- I went to a small café down the street
from the hotel. Alone.
I walked back to the
hotel, I went to my room,
locked myself in and
went to sleep early. Alone.
Tuesday morning I called
room service for my breakfast.
After breakfast I called Soames
and took a cab to his house.
Where was the attaché case
when you went to the café?
I took it with me. It
was locked to my wrist.
And they were the only
phone calls that you made?
I don't know anyone
else in Honolulu.
Very well.
In Soames' study, you put
the briefcase down on the desk.
He removed it from your wrist,
opened one of the two digital locks,
and you walked out of
the room immediately.
I had a spell of dizziness.
A touch of something. I was
nauseous, maybe due to the jet lag.
You went outside.
Then when the explosion
came, you ran away.
I had no knowledge of
the source of the explosion.
I thought it came from the street,
so I ran out there to take a look.
The State Department explained
why they can't testify for you,
but you're leaving me very little
room, Mr. Sherman. You realize that?
I'll bet State didn't
tell you everything.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, why don't you go ask them?
Okay.
McGARRETT: Sherman
says you're holding out on me.
Is that true?
- Why would I do that?
- I don't know.
- Are you?
- No.
Take a look at that.
Well, what is it?
"H-K-A."
This could be a
retail shop trademark.
But not any shop in
Singapore. I checked.
No luggage stores in
that city fits those letters.
But there is one here.
H-A-K-I-M-A-S.
Hakima's Leather Emporium.
1270 West Halii
Street. Honolulu.
Are you suggesting that the case that
blew up came from here in Honolulu?
Perhaps. But
wouldn't a substitution,
a switch, have required
Sherman's knowledge and consent?
Excuse me. McGarrett. Yes, Duke?
We're in Sherman's hotel room.
We checked him from the airport.
The cabby remembered the
attaché case chained to his wrist.
Yes, Duke. Go on.
Well, he checked in at 6:40 p.m.
Then he came to his
room and washed up.
The maid says she
changed the towel.
Then he left his room key
downstairs at the front desk about 8:00.
The desk clerk remembered
the attaché case.
What time did he
pick up his key?
He didn't, not Monday night.
Oh?
He didn't get back to
his room Monday night?
Hold on, please.
Steve, we've got the
cleaning lady here.
She says the bed
was never slept in at all.
His bed wasn't slept
in Monday night?
The café where he
said he had dinner,
the cashier doesn't remember anybody
with a briefcase chained to his wrist.
There's a luggage shop called
Hakima's at 1270 West Halii Street.
I'll meet you and Duke
there in about an hour.
Right.
- It seems your friend Sherman lied.
- It's stupid to lie.
One thing Sherman
is not is stupid.
- How about desperate?
- No way.
That's all you have to say?
Now, look, I've gone
along with this far enough.
I'm gonna pull my men out now!
- You can't do that.
- Oh, I can't, huh?
Either Sherman is lying
or you're covering for him.
Either way, I don't like it.
All right, McGarrett. I'll tell you
this on a need-to-know basis.
Sherman is more than
a diplomatic courier.
Oh, at last, a little honesty.
- Tell me something I don't know.
- He's an electronics expert.
He poses as a courier and visits
our embassies around the world.
Now, one of his duties is
to check intelligence bugs,
foreign intelligence bugs.
And if he finds one
on a phone, well,
he installs a device that makes
it into a two-way transmitter.
You mean, it picks up and records
information from the bugging source?
- Is that what he was carrying?
- Right.
Now you understand,
if he goes to trial
and we have to expose what he's
doing, it's gonna blow his cover.
Yeah, but another country
already has the documents
he was carrying
in the attaché case.
Why the secrecy now that
they already have the evidence?
They still don't know
how it's being obtained.
Oh, I see.
I see. Is that it? Is that all?
That's it. That's all.
McGarrett, stick with it.
It's vitally important.
Mr. Enslow, why is it
that I get the impression
that you're holding out on me?
That's the place.
God, look at this place.
There's someone over here.
- Any signs?
- No.
He's dead.
Duke, check outside.
All right, everybody
back. Please back up.
Watch out for the broken glass.
Please. Back up, please.
- Steve?
- Yeah, Danno?
Look what I found.
Little old bomb-maker.
Maybe he got hoist
by his own petard.
Yeah.
Look at this.
Now I can tell the crime lab
what the detonator was made of.
This look familiar?
H-K-A. Hakima's, huh?
That same stamp was on a
fragment of the attaché case
that Sherman
delivered to Soames.
This could be where
Sherman spent Monday night,
getting the case exchanged.
Yeah, since they couldn't get it
off his wrist, they had to cut it open.
But the two digital locks
had to be the same ones
when he delivered
the case to Soames.
So the dead man out there could
have transferred the hardware
from Sherman's case to one of
these with his own personal trademark,
and equipped with a plastic bomb
set to go off when the case opens.
Yeah.
At least we're making
a little progress.
Are we, Danno?
If that dead man was a lead to
them, they're still way ahead of us.
- Steve, H.P.D. is here.
McGARRETT: Thanks, Duke.
Excuse us, please.
Danno, I could have been
looking at the wrong end of this.
Hakima may just be a middleman.
Be interesting to know
where he got those briefcases.
I saw some invoices on a
spindle in the back room.
Why don't you check them out? If
you get any leads, uh, use a cover.
This gang is lethal.
I have a date tonight for a concert. If
I come up with anything, I'll call you.
Okay, have a good
time. Duke, come on.
You say Mr. Hakima sent
you here, Mr. Williams?
No, no, I'm just
a customer of his.
I'm afraid a terrible thing
has happened, Miss Kahuana.
- What?
- Less than an hour ago,
there was an explosion
at his store. He was killed.
Killed?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Mr. Williams, will you come
with me to my office, please?
Thank you.
Please.
Thank you.
Hakima is...
Was a customer of
ours, Mr. Williams.
How did this happen?
- The explosion?
- Well, I don't know.
The police were
still there when I left.
And you said you're a
customer of the shop?
Mr. Hakima was making a special
briefcase for me with two locks.
He was adapting one
of your import cases
and I thought, since I do
need the case very badly,
perhaps you could help me.
Uh, you could fill the order.
Perhaps we can, Mr. Williams.
We don't have a complete
repair facility here,
but sometimes merchandise
is damaged in shipment
and we make minor repairs.
Excuse me, Mr. Williams.
Fingerprint.
Sulaine, will you serve tea?
Yes, Miss Kahuana.
For major work in
leather, Mr. Williams,
we depended on Hakima.
He was an expert craftsman.
What in particular
was he doing for you?
Voice graph.
Well, I have to send confidential
reports to my home office in Delaware.
He was converting
a single-lock attaché case,
yours, to a
double-combination lock.
It was due to be ready today.
Feed it to the computer.
Let me see the x-ray.
Interesting.
He's wearing a gun and badge.
He's indeed a police officer.
Give this to Sulaine.
I know it was just a
wild chance on my part.
I mean, uh, I'm sure it's an imposition,
me not being your customer and all.
Thank you, Sulaine.
Will you serve the tea, please?
Mr. Williams, it's a
specially prepared brew.
A highly aromatic
highland's blend.
Well, I'm a pigeon
for exotic things.
Excellent.
Please tell Rogersen I want
this program started immediately.
How is he?
Still sedated.
We have only 12 hours.
The injection.
Mr. Williams.
Mr. Williams.
You can see me
clearly now, Mr. Williams.
Who are you?
- What is this?
- Mr. Williams.
It will go so much easier
if you would only relax.
Who am I, Mr. Williams?
You're Marla Kahuana.
X.
You don't know who
I am, Mr. Williams.
Who am I?
You're Marla.
You've never seen
me before, Mr. Williams.
Who am I?
You're Marla.
It's going to be a long
night, Mr. Williams.
And you have a lot of unlearning
to do before the learning starts.
The DMT, Sulaine.
The visuals.
I know you're up to your neck
with the Sherman case, Steve.
But this security
operation is short and quick.
- And high priority.
- I still don't trust him.
I don't mind telling
you, governor,
that if John Enslow did not
have impeccable credentials,
I'd have a few hundred
questions for him.
- What makes you say that?
- We were approaching
that luggage shop
when the explosion took
place. It killed Hakima, the owner.
But... But what if it
was intended for us?
How? Who knew
you were going there?
John Enslow knew.
Oh, impossible.
Heh. If you think that,
you could just as well think
the secretary of state or the
president, it's just that incredible.
I won't think it, if that
makes you happy.
Don't be impertinent, Steve.
I'm sorry, sir.
He was just as shocked as you
about the bombing yesterday.
- What about this security detail?
- Tomorrow at 12:40.
There's a flight coming
in from Hong Kong.
Someone changing planes.
I want you to make sure
there are no slip-ups.
- John Enslow in on it?
- Yes.
And you'll have to
coordinate with him.
Very well, sir. May
I use your phone?
Incidentally, uh, Enslow
made arrangements
for a psychiatrist
to visit Sherman.
He suggested you join them
in the, uh, jail visiting room.
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, Lani. Is Duke there, please?
- A psychiatrist?
- Chief of psychiatry, Doctor's Hospital.
I see. Duke? Uh, have
you heard from Danno?
Very well. Get hold of him.
I'd like both of you to meet me in
the office first thing in the morning.
Yes. Good night.
Look straight, Mr. Williams.
Where are you, Mr. Williams?
Where are you now, Mr. Williams?
Asleep.
That's right.
You're asleep now.
In your own bed at home.
Who am I, Mr. Williams?
A friend.
Yes.
Who is Marla Kahuana?
I don't know.
And I'm a friend?
- Yes.
- A lovely friend.
You spent the night with me.
Where did we have dinner?
At Pete's Place.
- What did we have for dinner?
- Duck.
Mandarin duck.
And after, where did we go?
We went to the concert.
What was the
program at the concert?
You must remember, Mr. Williams.
I'm trying. I'm
trying to remember.
- Good morning.
- Mr. McGarrett?
- I'm Dr. Angela McBride.
- How do you do, doctor?
We're almost ready to start.
I've been briefed by Mr. Enslow
of the State Department,
and Mr. Sherman knows
what we're trying to do.
- What is that, doctor?
- We're trying to discover
why there are discrepancies
between his story
and the, uh, facts
as we know them.
Discover with psychiatry?
Well, we know there's a time
interlude that we can't account for.
Now, perhaps that
was drug-induced.
I see.
We...
We went to the concert.
It was Horowitz
uh, playing Chopin and Schubert.
- Chopin Études.
- Yes.
Études.
And then, after
intermission, Schubert.
What Schubert?
Schubert's Impromptus. Yeah.
Very good, Mr. Williams.
Then where did we go?
Oh.
We went to a supper
club. Raymond's.
For dancing, Mr. Williams. Then?
We went for a drive
along the coast.
McGARRETT: Okay.
We've established that no one
here on the islands knew the
combination of the digital locks.
- Except Soames.
- Of course.
Yet we know the attaché case
that you delivered was a substitute.
That it was exchanged,
while on your wrist,
in a luggage repair shop.
I understand that's what you
believe, but it didn't happen to me.
I don't know how it could
have happened to me.
I can't. I can't!
Of course you can, Mr. Williams.
- It is not a question of treason.
- It is.
I can't.
Oh, yes.
I understand.
You cannot resist, Mr. Williams.
Yes.
I understand.
When the other courier
comes to Honolulu,
the one with the attaché case
the same as Walter Sherman's,
you want to know
what his plans are.
Whether he's going to stay
here or go to Washington.
That's right, Mr. Williams.
And when you find out?
I will let you know.
Immediately. Immediately.
You have no recollection
of visiting a luggage shop?
No.
- Or of leaving your hotel room?
- No.
Only to go to the
café for dinner.
- And nowhere else?
- No.
Could someone have
called you at the hotel?
A woman, perhaps?
And you don't want to
admit an assignation?
No. No.
I told you I didn't know
anyone on the island.
- But you do now?
- Obviously.
Much to my regret.
I will forget what
happened last night.
I will remember only
what I'm told to remember.
- Who am I?
- I don't know.
- What happened to you last night?
- That's personal.
That's part of my personal life.
But I can tell you.
It was a ball.
When you left the hotel that
morning for Soames' place,
- did you stop anywhere?
- No, I didn't.
- And you took a cab?
- That's correct.
- Did you talk with the cab driver?
- I gave him directions. Small talk.
- Is something bothering you?
- No. Uh,
nothing.
Mr. Sherman, may
I check your eyes?
Of course.
What are you doing?
Why'd you shine
that thing in my eye?
- The light bothers you?
- Stop, stop, stop!
X, X, X!
Fixed.
Got to have it fixed.
Why?
Why do you have
to have it fixed?
I have to have it fixed.
Where are you
taking it, Mr. Sherman?
To the luggage shop.
McBRlDE: Which luggage shop?
Hakima's.
He's going to fix it.
Please tell him to let me by.
I must have the case fixed.
His revolver, please.
Mr. Williams.
When the light is
flashed, what will you do?
I will do whatever
you tell me to do.
You will feel refreshed
and alert.
- How do you feel?
- Fine.
Stand up, please.
You have all your
instructions, Mr. Williams.
And here is your revolver.
That young lady there
is a complete stranger.
She has done you no
harm. Isn't that true?
Yes. That's true.
I want you to shoot her.
Uh, there was nothing in
his attitude, his responses,
that could have
suggested programming
until he picked up
the doctor's briefcase?
Not until she flashed the light
in his eye. That triggered him.
I never heard of that kind of
programming in so short a time.
Well, Dr. McBride suggested a
combination of drugs and conditioning
in the area of the
brain's corpus callosum.
There are all kinds
of new techniques.
Fantastic scientific
breakthroughs.
Is the doctor working
with Sherman now?
Yes. In the prison hospital.
They have some techniques
for decontamination, she called it.
What about the luggage shop?
Well, one of my men
was on a lead yesterday.
He had nothing to
report. Uh, Mr. Enslow,
see, I have a security job
at the airport coming up.
I understand it's your setup.
I hope we're still not playing
games with each other.
It never was a game.
Sherman brought
some of the documents.
This new courier,
Russell, will bring the rest.
I'll be waiting at the airport for
him, aboard an Air Force plane,
and I'll take him back
to Washington with me.
When is his plane due in?
12:40.
We have... We've taken the greatest
security precautions on this flight.
By 1:00, the attaché case
that is chained to his wrist
will be on mine,
and I'll be airborne.
Your job will be done.
I'll be at the airport with you.
That really won't be necessary.
Nevertheless, I'll be
there just the same.
Is Danno not in yet, Duke?
- Not yet, Steve.
McGARRETT: Thank you.
Lani? Get me Captain
Santos at H.P.D., please.
- Have you tried Danno's apartment?
- No answer.
- He had a date last night.
- Hm.
Well, maybe he's
on his way to work.
McGarrett.
Oh, yes. Yes, captain.
Oh, good morning.
Just checking
the airport security detail with you.
I understand you're assigned to it.
Yes, it's Flight, um, 820,
Gate 11, at 12:40 p.m.
Yeah, ha, ha.
Probably a congressman
spending the taxpayers' money
on some junket gathering information
on how to reduce the budget.
Yeah.
Right. We'll cover the
plane and the terminal gate.
Very well. We'll see you there.
- Well, good morning.
- Yes, it is. Um,
- sorry I'm late.
- Good concert?
- Lots of encores, I gather.
- Yeah.
First we went to Pete's Place
for dinner, then the concert,
then Raymond's
Supper Club for dancing,
and a long drive up the Waianae
coast to watch the sun come up.
Oh, how nice.
Nothing on that import company?
It's a commercial operation,
Steve. Perfectly legitimate.
Very well. Okay, you heard
me with Captain Santos.
The VIP is not a congressman.
He's a State Department courier
arriving on a flight from Hong Kong.
Danno,
you'll meet at the plane
here, which arrives at Gate 11,
then bring him down
this utility staircase,
and take him to Enslow's
Air Force plane here.
I'll be there with Enslow.
Just a transfer from
one plane to another.
Duke, you coordinate
the security with H.P.D.
around the area and cover Danno.
I've got a few details to finish
here. I'll see you out there.
Lani, get me the
governor, please.
Let's take separate cars, Duke.
I've got some things to
check after this airport deal.
I bet you do.
McGARRETT: Lani? LANI Yes, sir.
McGARRETT: Get me the
airport security office, please.
Security office,
Lieutenant Saunders.
Uh, lieutenant, Captain
Santos of H.P.D.
and his men will
be arriving shortly.
It looks like Flight
820 will be a little early
so please have your
men meet us at Gate 11.
- Will do.
- Thank you.
This is Dan Williams.
The courier's due to arrive
on Flight 820 at 12:40.
- Security?
- H.P.D. and Hawaii Five-0.
Using the Jetway
utility staircase
to escort the courier from
Gate 11 to an Air Force plane.
All right, Mr. Williams.
But instead of bringing
the courier down the stairs,
- you'll take him through the Jetway.
- I understand.
I'll see you at the airport.
Flight 820.
You must be ready to take
care of the courier in the terminal.
We'll have less than
30 seconds to do it in.
Any questions?
No. We look after it. - Good.
Flight 820 now
arriving at Gate 1 1.
Flight 820 now
arriving at Gate 1 1.
McGarrett.
It looks like
everything's on schedule.
Yeah. So far.
Flight 820 now
unloading at Gate 1 1.
Flight 820 now
unloading at Gate 1 1.
Flight 3 from Singapore
now arriving at Gate 8.
Flight 3 from Singapore
now arriving at Gate 8.
Williams. Five-0.
I know. I've already
been notified, Mr. Williams.
- Wait.
- We were gonna use
- the utility stairs.
- There's been a change in plans.
Security.
Danny!
Aloha.
Come.
Duke! The attaché case! Get it!
Stop! Officers!
I want you to take out your
gun and shoot that man.
Danno?
What's the matter?
Danno, it's me.
It's Steve. Give me the gun.
Kill him, now!
- Danno!
- Kill him.
- Give me the gun.
- Kill him. Shoot.
Kill him!
Now! Shoot! Oh!
Get that woman.
Danno, unh.
- Steve, I was...
- No, you weren't.
- I was gonna kill you.
- No, you weren't.
You weren't gonna do anything.
Are you all right?
One thing, Steve.
McGARRETT: Yeah.
How did that woman get to Walter
Sherman and his attaché case
in the first place.
Oh, I think on the plane
coming in she sat next to him.
Arranged to meet
him that evening.
- And he didn't remember.
- Of course not.
She probably
drugged him at dinner,
and in the indoctrination
process that night
it was all erased
from his memory.
Just as she did so
successfully with Danno.
- Steve.
- Yeah, Danno?
Here it is. The final report.
And now, thanks to Dr. McBride,
I remember everything.
You do, Danno, huh? Everything?
- That's a pity.
- What do you mean?
The dinner, the concert,
the trip up the coast in the car.
Yeah.
It never happened.
You mean, I struck out?
Yeah. That's what I mean.