Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 11, Episode 6 - A Distant Thunder - full transcript
McGarrett tries to thwart a plot by Neo-Nazis to assassinate a popular political candidate.
Tell me what
you're talking about.
We want you out of that race.
Wait a minute. You listen to me.
Heed me, monkey.
I will not be a prisoner
of public service.
I'd leave it first.
Okay, I think you're wrong,
Bobby. Absolutely wrong.
But I can't force you to
accept police protection.
We're here to exercise
our right to picket.
Okay, then get your
hobnail boots off this street
and over on the sidewalk where
you're permitted to picket by law.
Well, was it something I said?
So I say to you today
that the quest for human
rights is no idle journey,
but I commit
myself to that road,
no matter how long the trip
or how great the obstacles.
Now, the United States
has declared itself
the champion of those
rights throughout the world,
but how can we uphold
the cause of human freedom
and allow that freedom to be
mocked in so many parts of our world?
Hello?
Listen and listen carefully.
You will burn in hell.
- Who is this?
- Never mind who this is.
You've been warned.
Now, wait a minute,
you listen to me.
We know where you are, and
we know where your family is.
What do you want?
Do you like your kid?
Do you like your wife?
Now, you tell me what
you're talking about.
We want you out of that race,
and none of you will be safe
until you are out.
Heed me, monkey.
What kind of an animal...?
Again?
Hey, what are you doing up, huh?
You should be in bed.
Go ahead in. I'll come in
and see you in a minute.
Okay, Dad.
What are we gonna do, Bobby?
Well, they began
maybe two weeks ago.
Always the same voice,
always the same theme.
Why didn't you call me then?
Steve, if I telephoned
you for every nut call I got,
you'd begin to
consider me a nut caller.
They come with the territory, so I
didn't pay much attention to them at first.
Campaigns draw flakes
right along with crusaders.
But then last Thursday
someone came into the backyard
and dumped out the garbage,
ripped up some plants.
That night he called again
and took credit for doing it.
Now, it's got to
be the same guy.
So he knows
where you live, then?
Heh, he knows everything.
I'm his life's work.
Tsk.
He started threatening
Lois and Bobby Jr. last night.
All right.
As of now, Bobby, you and your family
are under 24-hour police protection.
No, Steve. No.
I'm telling you this
because you're my friend,
and because you
can handle this quietly.
Now, you find him, you
watch him, whatever.
But I won't run this campaign
surrounded by police.
Now, that flies in the face
of everything I believe in.
I will not be a prisoner
of public service.
I'd leave it first.
Okay, I think you're wrong,
Bobby. Absolutely wrong.
But I can't force you to
accept police protection.
Very well. This is
what I want you to do.
Whenever you're
not with your family,
have someone watching
Lois and the boy.
- I'll get on it right away.
- Thank you, Steve.
Thank me when we get this guy.
Ten-hut!
Listen, men of the
National Socialist Movement.
We have a new enemy.
His name is Robert Tamara.
I've heard him
and I've seen him.
He's an ape out of the jungle
who seeks national
power to rule over Aryans.
He must be stopped. No question.
Robert Tamara is a dangerous man
who preaches dangerous ideas.
From now until the election, all of
our thoughts and all of our energies
must be directed to
the defeat of this man.
If blood must
flow, then let it flow.
Harris, work the mimeograph.
Where you would print hundreds
of sheets, print thousands.
Simms and the rest of you,
you will gather the
material for the picket signs.
On Friday, the enemy, Tamara,
will speak at the university.
And we will be there
also in full uniform.
Heil Hitler!
Heil Hitler!
Bobby, stay right out front.
All right. Come on, Pixie.
Have a good time. - I will.
Let's go.
Bobby!
Bobby!
- He hit Pixie! He hit my dog!
- I know.
Bobby!
- What have we got, Duke?
- We got a partial plate, Steve.
Good. How about a
model, year, color?
Blue Chevy pickup,
1970, '71, maybe.
- Get a description of the driver?
- No, we didn't.
I'll run the plates
through the computers
and see what kind of a
match they come up with.
Okay.
- I'm sorry I didn't see Bobby...
- It's all right.
Like hell it's all right! You
should've been more alert.
- It won't happen again.
- It better not happen again!
- You're worried, aren't you?
- You bet.
Starting right now,
you, your wife and son
will have 24-hour
police protection
whether you like it or not,
until we can close
the book on this thing.
Now, there is no
question in my mind
that unless our world
learns to coexist,
we will cease to exist.
Now, can we afford the
quarrel over political ideologies
when nuclear stockpiles
grow among major powers,
and nuclear bombs are
being built by smaller nations?
There are three answers
to that. No, no and no!
And we must no longer confuse
coercion with coexistence.
Now, you ask me,
should that circle of
humanity I advocate,
should that include our
enemies? I ask you back, why not?
Why not our political
enemies abroad?
And why not our friends here
who might refuse to agree with us?
Why not everyone?
He's a real
spellbinder, isn't he?
Always was.
Because there is no nation on
this earth that can afford isolation,
either politically
or philosophically.
And that ought to be true
in Cuba, Russia, China,
as it is in the United States.
So the time has come to deal
in attitudes, not in platitudes.
We must recognize that
indecision and indirection,
they are the cornerstones...
And we must no longer hold on
to that comfortable presumption
that somebody,
somebody will do something for
our problems and our progress.
Well, there is no somebody.
There is only an everybody.
And that everybody is you, and
you, and you, and with your help, me!
Duke, I'm going back to the
office. If you need me, I'll be...
No On Tamara! No on Tamara!
No on Tamara! No on Tamara!
No, no, no! No, don't do
that. Let them. Let them.
Please, be cool.
Violence will do...
Will do no one any good.
McGARRETT: Are you
in charge of these people?
I'm the commander.
Commander?
Commander who, and of what?
Commander Wendell Stoner,
National Socialist Movement.
Throw his Nazi tail in the can!
What are you doing here?
We're here to exercise
our right to picket.
Okay, then get your
hobnail boots off this street
and over on the sidewalk where
you're permitted to picket by law.
Providing it's orderly.
But stay off this street.
You're blocking traffic
and causing a disturbance
and that's against the law.
We may want to say
something to the speaker.
You'll say nothing to him. He
has a permit to speak here today,
and you haven't.
Obviously you've never heard
of the right of free speech.
You're damn right I've heard of
it. And what's more, I believe in it.
But obviously you've never
heard of a gentleman named
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
He was a chief justice of the United
States Supreme Court and he said,
and the majority of the
court agreed with him,
that the right of
free speech ends
when one tries to yell
"fire" in a crowded theater.
That's what you're
trying to do here.
Now move it. And I mean now.
Uh, that was once an
enemy insignia, Stoner,
and to me,
personally, it still is.
But this is a country
of laws, not men.
All right, folks,
let them picket. That's America.
Let them picket.
Providing it's orderly.
Oh, well...
Move it.
Okay, officers, other side
of the street. All of them.
Over there, gentlemen.
There's no doubt it's the
truck that killed Tamara's dog.
Apparently our Nazi
does more than picket.
- Should we pick him up?
- On what evidence?
Part of a license plate?
That wouldn't get us up the front
steps of the courthouse, Danno.
No. But at least we know
now that Stoner and his Nazis
were behind that
hit-and-run attempt
and are probably behind the
phone calls to Bobby Tamara.
Doesn't seem to
be too many of them.
One or 50, they're
dangerous, Danno,
because they're cunning
enough to work just within the law,
which puts us in the position
of protecting their rights.
- Makes me sick.
- Yeah, me too.
But what we're gonna do is
catch them breaking the law.
Now, before we get to that,
let's review what we've got so far.
Nazis hate blacks,
Jews, Catholics,
almost anyone not white,
Germanic, and Aryan.
Let's take Tamara.
Our local storm troopers hate
him because he's dark-skinned,
self-confident, handsome,
reasonably wealthy and
will probably be elected.
Now, by Nazi standards, a
winner, a superior person,
must be fair-skinned, blond, clean-cut,
Protestant, and Aryan, of course.
Danno, how would you like
to do a number on Stoner?
Sure. What do you have in mind?
Could be dangerous.
Well, surfing can be
dangerous. Lay it on me, Steve.
First you have to go to school.
- School?
- Yeah, school.
Game?
- Name of the street in San Francisco?
- Portola.
- High school?
- Lincoln.
- You've been here how long?
- Eighteen months.
- You came here why?
- On a construction job.
- What construction job?
- The Barrett Building.
And what was your
high-school mascot?
A duck. Quack, quack.
I think you'd better go home,
Danno. You're getting punchy. Heh.
I appreciate what
you're doing for us, Jim.
Besides, you'll find
he's a good worker.
Glad to help out, Steve.
Walter Mantell
reporting for work.
You know anything about cars?
I used to fool around
with them when I was a kid.
He's referring to the engine,
Danno, not the back seat.
Keep in touch, Walter.
You put in some chemical?
Yeah, I put some.
You put some? How much?
Two-to-one, just like you said.
Three-to-one,
dodo. Three-to-one.
That's why you're leaving
streaks. We don't want any streaks.
Now put in some more.
Hey, you.
What do you want?
You don't like me or something?
I don't have time to
talk to you. I'm working.
- Don't I know you?
- No.
Sure, I do. I've seen your picture in
the papers and on the television news.
- You're that Nazi.
- Go away.
That Hitler guy that thinks all us
black folks come out of the jungles.
You think that, Nazi?
You think we ain't quite human?
- You think that, window washer?
- I told you, get out of here!
I'll go, but first, I'm gonna
rearrange your face!
Beat it, Rufus. Beat it!
- Who you calling Rufus?
- I'm talking to you, nigger! Beat it.
I'll go, but first I'm
gonna finish off this Nazi.
Then it's your turn, Nazi-lover!
Unless you wanna leave the
back of your head on this sidewalk,
buzz off!
Yeah, I didn't wanna use force.
Sometimes you have to, I guess.
I appreciate it.
My pleasure, commander.
You know me too?
I know you and I respect you,
for what you're doing for white
Christian people everywhere.
Well...
Who are you?
My name's Walter Mantell, sir.
Walter.
You fought that
jungle-monkey to assist me.
The least I can do is,
uh, offer to buy you a beer.
I'd be honored, sir.
Over there.
Huh.
You okay?
He called me Rufus.
There hasn't been anyone
like this Hawaiian
Kennedy in years,
and political speculators
are already predicting
that Bobby Tamara may end
up in the White House someday.
The crowd responses to the young
civil-rights lawyer turned candidate
has been phenomenal.
Meanwhile in...
President.
I'll see him in hell first.
Yeah. I'm with you.
Get a guy like that
leading the country,
you might as well
give it to the Russians.
We won't have a guy like
that leading the country.
I don't know how
you can stop him.
We'll stop him.
I mean, somebody's
gotta take action.
The Jews fill our
places of business.
Blackie fills our bedrooms.
It's draining our
white Christian culture.
The Führer was right. He
realized what mongrelization was.
Yeah.
Boy, you're right.
You know, that's the kind of thing you
try to tell somebody, they don't listen,
or they don't know
what you're talking about.
But you hit it
right on the head.
Bartender! Two more beers.
Hey! You heard the commander.
Two beers. Over here!
To the new Führer.
Anyway, that's how I feel.
Well, you're right, of course.
People who understand history
know that the leftist movement
withers eventually when
faced with firm opposition.
Oh, Walter, we gotta stop him.
And if you think...
If you think I'm the one to lead the
opposition, then you've gotta join us.
- Do you think I could?
- I don't see why not.
There's one thing.
It's some test to
see if I'm committed.
He didn't say exactly
what, but we meet tomorrow.
All right, play it out,
but be careful, Danno.
We're dealing
with lunatics here.
That's being kind,
Steve. I have him on tape.
Good. Good, I'll pick it
up at the service station.
That'll be a 5-dollar
donation each.
I got it.
Here you go.
What now?
In here.
Oh, it's a stink bomb!
Let's get out of here!
This place stinks. Let's get
out of here, Trooper Mantell.
To protect and defend the white
Christian race against all enemies.
To protect and defend the white
Christian race against all enemies.
To lay down my life, if necessary,
for the sake of blood purity.
To lay down my life, if necessary,
for the sake of blood purity.
I swear by all that is holy
that I will die before
violating these sacred vows.
I swear by all that is holy
that I will die before
violating these sacred vows.
Trooper Walter Mantell,
I welcome you into the
National Socialist Movement
and may your membership
be long and rewarding.
Heil Hitler!
Heil Hitler!
That's right, firm evidence that
Bobby Tamara has belonged to at least
two communist
front organizations.
Hello?
Uh, you'll bunk here.
Now for the next six weeks,
in addition to our campaign
against the enemy, Tamara,
you'll undergo
heavy indoctrination
- by the others.
- I'm ready.
There'll be a regular program of
study, physical exercise and testing.
Reveille is at 0600 hours
and lights out at 2200,
unless otherwise ordered.
The drinking of hard liquor is
not permitted on the premises,
nor is the use of drugs.
And you'll be expected to maintain
a high level of personal cleanliness
and will be punished
if you do not.
Are there any questions,
Trooper Mantell?
No, sir. Except I was
hoping for a little more action.
Well, what we're doing
now, Trooper Mantell,
is only the prelude to
an even greater plan
to assure that the ape
Tamara will never be elected.
You'll get your
action soon enough.
No, it doesn't matter who I am.
A neighbor who doesn't want
to see an out-and-out adulterer
and tool of the pornographers
on his way to Washington.
That's correct.
- Fill it up, sir?
- Yeah. And check under the hood.
It's another world, Steve.
Swastikas, candles,
hate-filled messages
over the phone.
I was half of the
stink-bomb squad.
You did quite a job.
Anything definite?
That tape contains
all their names,
and as much background
information as they've given me.
Mostly their business is hate,
and they work at it full-time over
the telephone and with pamphlets.
Where do they get their money?
Oh, living expenses
from those of us who work,
sale of pamphlets,
street donations.
Stoner keeps hinting at
some, uh, secret donors,
but I haven't found
the existence of any.
At the moment, I take
it that Bobby Tamara's
their number-one target, huh?
Target in more ways than one.
Stoner keeps talking about
a knockout blow against him.
He's not joking.
They may look comic opera in
their uniforms, but they're not.
- Any idea what he means?
- Not yet.
He says I'll know
when the time comes.
I think he's working
something out.
He's like that.
Real Nazi strategist.
Strategist, huh? Well, let's
outmaneuver them, Danno.
- What do I owe you?
- It's 8 bucks.
See you Wednesday, huh?
Yeah, Wednesday.
Steve, I appreciate that.
I know there's danger.
But short of ending the campaign,
there's not a hell of a lot I can do.
I can't stay low.
Look at the schedule.
Fundraiser, two rallies,
two dinners, TV appearance.
Now, those are things I have to
attend or drop out of the campaign.
The election's two days away.
Bob, you've got to
understand my position.
Now, there's serious danger to your life
and there's not much I can do about it,
except to keep you under
wraps or to beef up your security,
both of which you seem
to object to strongly.
That's right. I do.
Steve, I know what
you're up against.
I don't wanna hurt either myself or
my family, but you've done enough.
You're already guarding us.
Bobby, the latest poll has you
ahead of Morley by four points.
Now, that's a 2 percent
increase over last Thursday.
Hey, hey! You see?
There's no letting up now.
Meanwhile, in the
camp of the enemy,
Tamara's opponent, John
Morley, has challenged
the validity and the conclusions
in the newspaper poll.
He says it's not an accurate
sampling of those voting.
And he follows it up with his
own figures to substantiate...
Mantell!
Enter.
Close the door.
You said you wanted action.
You're about to get it.
This is about everything on the
names Danny gave us, Steve,
from FBI to state intelligence.
Do they tell us anything
we don't already know?
Well, that depends.
Does it surprise you to know
that every goose-stepping
one of them is a failure?
Not a bit, Duke. Not a bit.
The losers and the dimwits are
usually the ones who wind up wearing
swastikas or Ku Klux Klan hoods.
Stoner was raised in a foster
home, on his own since he was 15,
divorced three times,
takes whatever work he can get,
and has served light time for disturbing
the peace and misdemeanor assault.
Anything about the way he
got started in this hate business?
Well, eight years ago he was
pamphleteering for the Klan
and then apparently went with a
half-Nazi group in West Virginia.
Then drifted from there to groups
in California and finally Honolulu.
What about his storm troopers?
Basically, they're all on the
outer fringe. All losers, Steve.
Except one. He runs a pig farm.
Yeah, that figures, doesn't it?
Duke, a loser sometimes takes
greater risks than anyone else.
Especially if he's committed, and
these people are definitely committed.
McGarrett.
I haven't got much time.
I slipped out for a minute.
Stoner's big deal is in the
works. I'm in the middle of it.
- Yeah, what is it?
- It's a smear thing
at the televised rally
in the auditorium.
Stoner wants some suggestive
pictures of me alone with Tamara.
- Homosexual setup, huh?
- Yeah, can you believe it?
He figures that even if
the charge doesn't stick,
there will be enough publicity to
erode Tamara's four-point lead.
Well, he could be right, Danno.
Very well. Play it safe, but
try to go along with the setup.
Right.
I don't wanna tap-dance
around this, Tom.
Look, do me a favor, boss, will
you? Temper it a half-beat, okay?
I'll look it over.
- Give me 15 minutes.
- You got them.
Go back to his dressing room.
When you hear the noise, slip in.
- I'll be back in time.
- Yes, sir.
Okay.
Yeah?
Who is it?
Do I know you?
Look, Bobby, just sit tight.
Don't ask any questions.
Listen, whoever you are, I don't
mean to be rude, but I wanna be alone...
After you, Mr. Tamara.
Tom!
Hey!
Come on, we don't have time.
What happened?
Somebody tripped the fire
box. Looks like a false alarm.
- Did you get the picture?
- Yes.
- Where's the camera?
- He lost it in the crowd,
but it wasn't his fault. I'll
tell you about it in the car.
Well, off to work.
Oh, take it easy. Have
another cup of coffee.
We've been working hard.
Today's election day. Let's see
what kind of job we've done, okay?
- Well, I...
- Sit down.
Carson, pour Trooper
Mantell some more coffee.
That's better.
I don't mind taking the day off,
but I think I should at least call in.
Oh, nonsense. Forget
all that. Let's relax.
Let's get to know each other.
Now, where did you say you went
to high school? Uh, Washington?
- Lincoln High School, San Francisco.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
- And you lived in, um...
- Portola District.
Well, what's this all about?
You made a phone call
yesterday from a booth.
You caught me.
I have this girlfriend, see?
And, well, a guy gets lonely.
You could have called from here.
But it was personal.
- You were born in Portland?
- No, Seattle.
The way we met, a coincidence.
And the false alarm yesterday just
as the plan was about to be carried out,
another coincidence.
The camera being knocked
out of Lehman's hand,
another coincidence?
That's the way life is
sometimes, I guess.
But the way these
coincidences occurred,
Almost as though
they were planned.
- Search him!
- Hey!
I got nothing to hide.
Cigarettes? I've never seen
you smoke, Trooper Mantell.
What are you?
Cop? FBI? Jew spy? What?
You'd do better to speak, scum.
I charge this man with
being a spy and a traitor.
He must answer for his crimes.
Let the trial begin.
No, Duke, no.
Jim doesn't know where Danno is.
Stand by a minute, will you, please?
Has Danno said anything
in the past day or so
to indicate that he
might not show up?
- Nothing, Steve.
- All right, Jim.
Let me know if he calls or
comes in, will you, please?
Sure.
Duke? DUKE: Yes, Steve?
You'd better stake out
that Nazi headquarters
until I find out
what's going on.
There's been no word from Danny
at all. We checked everywhere.
Very well. Keep trying,
Duke. I don't like it.
I'm on my way in.
In addition to tape recording us,
what were your other missions?
Subversion?
Assassination?
You're not Nazis.
You're nutzies.
Oh, you find this funny?
He finds this amusing.
I find this unbelievable.
You talk. Good. Then
you'll answer our questions.
Your life may depend on it.
What is your real name? Who
are you and where are you from?
My name is Walter
Mantell. I am 31 years old.
The defendant will not
answer our questions
and refuses to defend himself on
the charges of spying and treason.
I ask you in the name of National
Socialism, how do you find him?
Guilty!
Then the verdict of
this court is death.
You're crazy!
Carson, you will be responsible
for carrying out the sentence.
Take him to the forest.
You have cost us dearly,
but you have cost
yourself and your candidate,
because both of you will die.
- Take him away.
- You damn fool!
You're the one that's gonna die.
They're gonna shoot you
like the maniac you are!
Heil Hitler!
Central, this is Lukela.
Patch me through to McGarrett.
North on Kalane,
approaching the golf course.
Police.
Kill him!
Okay, trooper, it's all over.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right,
but Bobby Tamara won't
be unless we stop Stoner.
Let's get on that horn.
McGarrett.
Steve, we've got Danny.
He's all right, but he says
Stoner's after Tamara.
McGARRETT: I'm on my way.
Let's go.
We're almost there. Ha, ha.
A new day is coming!
He's got a gun!
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun!
Excuse me.
It's all over, Stoner.
The war's ended.
Out of the way. I
don't wanna kill you.
You're not gonna kill
anyone. Give me the gun.
I'll kill you first,
and then him.
I don't care if I die.
Come on, Stoner.
You don't have the guts
to die, and you know it!
I do.
With or without your
swastikas you're nothing.
You're a loser. A failure.
Alive or dead.
Give me the gun.
God will bless me for my work!
Okay, commander.
Book him, Danno.
Book him, but first,
read him his rights.
This is still
America. Thank God.
Get him out of here.
How do you feel?
Is it really over?
Yeah, for the moment, Bobby.
But there'll always be
a fanatic somewhere.
A Nazi, or a communist,
or an anarchist.
you're talking about.
We want you out of that race.
Wait a minute. You listen to me.
Heed me, monkey.
I will not be a prisoner
of public service.
I'd leave it first.
Okay, I think you're wrong,
Bobby. Absolutely wrong.
But I can't force you to
accept police protection.
We're here to exercise
our right to picket.
Okay, then get your
hobnail boots off this street
and over on the sidewalk where
you're permitted to picket by law.
Well, was it something I said?
So I say to you today
that the quest for human
rights is no idle journey,
but I commit
myself to that road,
no matter how long the trip
or how great the obstacles.
Now, the United States
has declared itself
the champion of those
rights throughout the world,
but how can we uphold
the cause of human freedom
and allow that freedom to be
mocked in so many parts of our world?
Hello?
Listen and listen carefully.
You will burn in hell.
- Who is this?
- Never mind who this is.
You've been warned.
Now, wait a minute,
you listen to me.
We know where you are, and
we know where your family is.
What do you want?
Do you like your kid?
Do you like your wife?
Now, you tell me what
you're talking about.
We want you out of that race,
and none of you will be safe
until you are out.
Heed me, monkey.
What kind of an animal...?
Again?
Hey, what are you doing up, huh?
You should be in bed.
Go ahead in. I'll come in
and see you in a minute.
Okay, Dad.
What are we gonna do, Bobby?
Well, they began
maybe two weeks ago.
Always the same voice,
always the same theme.
Why didn't you call me then?
Steve, if I telephoned
you for every nut call I got,
you'd begin to
consider me a nut caller.
They come with the territory, so I
didn't pay much attention to them at first.
Campaigns draw flakes
right along with crusaders.
But then last Thursday
someone came into the backyard
and dumped out the garbage,
ripped up some plants.
That night he called again
and took credit for doing it.
Now, it's got to
be the same guy.
So he knows
where you live, then?
Heh, he knows everything.
I'm his life's work.
Tsk.
He started threatening
Lois and Bobby Jr. last night.
All right.
As of now, Bobby, you and your family
are under 24-hour police protection.
No, Steve. No.
I'm telling you this
because you're my friend,
and because you
can handle this quietly.
Now, you find him, you
watch him, whatever.
But I won't run this campaign
surrounded by police.
Now, that flies in the face
of everything I believe in.
I will not be a prisoner
of public service.
I'd leave it first.
Okay, I think you're wrong,
Bobby. Absolutely wrong.
But I can't force you to
accept police protection.
Very well. This is
what I want you to do.
Whenever you're
not with your family,
have someone watching
Lois and the boy.
- I'll get on it right away.
- Thank you, Steve.
Thank me when we get this guy.
Ten-hut!
Listen, men of the
National Socialist Movement.
We have a new enemy.
His name is Robert Tamara.
I've heard him
and I've seen him.
He's an ape out of the jungle
who seeks national
power to rule over Aryans.
He must be stopped. No question.
Robert Tamara is a dangerous man
who preaches dangerous ideas.
From now until the election, all of
our thoughts and all of our energies
must be directed to
the defeat of this man.
If blood must
flow, then let it flow.
Harris, work the mimeograph.
Where you would print hundreds
of sheets, print thousands.
Simms and the rest of you,
you will gather the
material for the picket signs.
On Friday, the enemy, Tamara,
will speak at the university.
And we will be there
also in full uniform.
Heil Hitler!
Heil Hitler!
Bobby, stay right out front.
All right. Come on, Pixie.
Have a good time. - I will.
Let's go.
Bobby!
Bobby!
- He hit Pixie! He hit my dog!
- I know.
Bobby!
- What have we got, Duke?
- We got a partial plate, Steve.
Good. How about a
model, year, color?
Blue Chevy pickup,
1970, '71, maybe.
- Get a description of the driver?
- No, we didn't.
I'll run the plates
through the computers
and see what kind of a
match they come up with.
Okay.
- I'm sorry I didn't see Bobby...
- It's all right.
Like hell it's all right! You
should've been more alert.
- It won't happen again.
- It better not happen again!
- You're worried, aren't you?
- You bet.
Starting right now,
you, your wife and son
will have 24-hour
police protection
whether you like it or not,
until we can close
the book on this thing.
Now, there is no
question in my mind
that unless our world
learns to coexist,
we will cease to exist.
Now, can we afford the
quarrel over political ideologies
when nuclear stockpiles
grow among major powers,
and nuclear bombs are
being built by smaller nations?
There are three answers
to that. No, no and no!
And we must no longer confuse
coercion with coexistence.
Now, you ask me,
should that circle of
humanity I advocate,
should that include our
enemies? I ask you back, why not?
Why not our political
enemies abroad?
And why not our friends here
who might refuse to agree with us?
Why not everyone?
He's a real
spellbinder, isn't he?
Always was.
Because there is no nation on
this earth that can afford isolation,
either politically
or philosophically.
And that ought to be true
in Cuba, Russia, China,
as it is in the United States.
So the time has come to deal
in attitudes, not in platitudes.
We must recognize that
indecision and indirection,
they are the cornerstones...
And we must no longer hold on
to that comfortable presumption
that somebody,
somebody will do something for
our problems and our progress.
Well, there is no somebody.
There is only an everybody.
And that everybody is you, and
you, and you, and with your help, me!
Duke, I'm going back to the
office. If you need me, I'll be...
No On Tamara! No on Tamara!
No on Tamara! No on Tamara!
No, no, no! No, don't do
that. Let them. Let them.
Please, be cool.
Violence will do...
Will do no one any good.
McGARRETT: Are you
in charge of these people?
I'm the commander.
Commander?
Commander who, and of what?
Commander Wendell Stoner,
National Socialist Movement.
Throw his Nazi tail in the can!
What are you doing here?
We're here to exercise
our right to picket.
Okay, then get your
hobnail boots off this street
and over on the sidewalk where
you're permitted to picket by law.
Providing it's orderly.
But stay off this street.
You're blocking traffic
and causing a disturbance
and that's against the law.
We may want to say
something to the speaker.
You'll say nothing to him. He
has a permit to speak here today,
and you haven't.
Obviously you've never heard
of the right of free speech.
You're damn right I've heard of
it. And what's more, I believe in it.
But obviously you've never
heard of a gentleman named
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
He was a chief justice of the United
States Supreme Court and he said,
and the majority of the
court agreed with him,
that the right of
free speech ends
when one tries to yell
"fire" in a crowded theater.
That's what you're
trying to do here.
Now move it. And I mean now.
Uh, that was once an
enemy insignia, Stoner,
and to me,
personally, it still is.
But this is a country
of laws, not men.
All right, folks,
let them picket. That's America.
Let them picket.
Providing it's orderly.
Oh, well...
Move it.
Okay, officers, other side
of the street. All of them.
Over there, gentlemen.
There's no doubt it's the
truck that killed Tamara's dog.
Apparently our Nazi
does more than picket.
- Should we pick him up?
- On what evidence?
Part of a license plate?
That wouldn't get us up the front
steps of the courthouse, Danno.
No. But at least we know
now that Stoner and his Nazis
were behind that
hit-and-run attempt
and are probably behind the
phone calls to Bobby Tamara.
Doesn't seem to
be too many of them.
One or 50, they're
dangerous, Danno,
because they're cunning
enough to work just within the law,
which puts us in the position
of protecting their rights.
- Makes me sick.
- Yeah, me too.
But what we're gonna do is
catch them breaking the law.
Now, before we get to that,
let's review what we've got so far.
Nazis hate blacks,
Jews, Catholics,
almost anyone not white,
Germanic, and Aryan.
Let's take Tamara.
Our local storm troopers hate
him because he's dark-skinned,
self-confident, handsome,
reasonably wealthy and
will probably be elected.
Now, by Nazi standards, a
winner, a superior person,
must be fair-skinned, blond, clean-cut,
Protestant, and Aryan, of course.
Danno, how would you like
to do a number on Stoner?
Sure. What do you have in mind?
Could be dangerous.
Well, surfing can be
dangerous. Lay it on me, Steve.
First you have to go to school.
- School?
- Yeah, school.
Game?
- Name of the street in San Francisco?
- Portola.
- High school?
- Lincoln.
- You've been here how long?
- Eighteen months.
- You came here why?
- On a construction job.
- What construction job?
- The Barrett Building.
And what was your
high-school mascot?
A duck. Quack, quack.
I think you'd better go home,
Danno. You're getting punchy. Heh.
I appreciate what
you're doing for us, Jim.
Besides, you'll find
he's a good worker.
Glad to help out, Steve.
Walter Mantell
reporting for work.
You know anything about cars?
I used to fool around
with them when I was a kid.
He's referring to the engine,
Danno, not the back seat.
Keep in touch, Walter.
You put in some chemical?
Yeah, I put some.
You put some? How much?
Two-to-one, just like you said.
Three-to-one,
dodo. Three-to-one.
That's why you're leaving
streaks. We don't want any streaks.
Now put in some more.
Hey, you.
What do you want?
You don't like me or something?
I don't have time to
talk to you. I'm working.
- Don't I know you?
- No.
Sure, I do. I've seen your picture in
the papers and on the television news.
- You're that Nazi.
- Go away.
That Hitler guy that thinks all us
black folks come out of the jungles.
You think that, Nazi?
You think we ain't quite human?
- You think that, window washer?
- I told you, get out of here!
I'll go, but first, I'm gonna
rearrange your face!
Beat it, Rufus. Beat it!
- Who you calling Rufus?
- I'm talking to you, nigger! Beat it.
I'll go, but first I'm
gonna finish off this Nazi.
Then it's your turn, Nazi-lover!
Unless you wanna leave the
back of your head on this sidewalk,
buzz off!
Yeah, I didn't wanna use force.
Sometimes you have to, I guess.
I appreciate it.
My pleasure, commander.
You know me too?
I know you and I respect you,
for what you're doing for white
Christian people everywhere.
Well...
Who are you?
My name's Walter Mantell, sir.
Walter.
You fought that
jungle-monkey to assist me.
The least I can do is,
uh, offer to buy you a beer.
I'd be honored, sir.
Over there.
Huh.
You okay?
He called me Rufus.
There hasn't been anyone
like this Hawaiian
Kennedy in years,
and political speculators
are already predicting
that Bobby Tamara may end
up in the White House someday.
The crowd responses to the young
civil-rights lawyer turned candidate
has been phenomenal.
Meanwhile in...
President.
I'll see him in hell first.
Yeah. I'm with you.
Get a guy like that
leading the country,
you might as well
give it to the Russians.
We won't have a guy like
that leading the country.
I don't know how
you can stop him.
We'll stop him.
I mean, somebody's
gotta take action.
The Jews fill our
places of business.
Blackie fills our bedrooms.
It's draining our
white Christian culture.
The Führer was right. He
realized what mongrelization was.
Yeah.
Boy, you're right.
You know, that's the kind of thing you
try to tell somebody, they don't listen,
or they don't know
what you're talking about.
But you hit it
right on the head.
Bartender! Two more beers.
Hey! You heard the commander.
Two beers. Over here!
To the new Führer.
Anyway, that's how I feel.
Well, you're right, of course.
People who understand history
know that the leftist movement
withers eventually when
faced with firm opposition.
Oh, Walter, we gotta stop him.
And if you think...
If you think I'm the one to lead the
opposition, then you've gotta join us.
- Do you think I could?
- I don't see why not.
There's one thing.
It's some test to
see if I'm committed.
He didn't say exactly
what, but we meet tomorrow.
All right, play it out,
but be careful, Danno.
We're dealing
with lunatics here.
That's being kind,
Steve. I have him on tape.
Good. Good, I'll pick it
up at the service station.
That'll be a 5-dollar
donation each.
I got it.
Here you go.
What now?
In here.
Oh, it's a stink bomb!
Let's get out of here!
This place stinks. Let's get
out of here, Trooper Mantell.
To protect and defend the white
Christian race against all enemies.
To protect and defend the white
Christian race against all enemies.
To lay down my life, if necessary,
for the sake of blood purity.
To lay down my life, if necessary,
for the sake of blood purity.
I swear by all that is holy
that I will die before
violating these sacred vows.
I swear by all that is holy
that I will die before
violating these sacred vows.
Trooper Walter Mantell,
I welcome you into the
National Socialist Movement
and may your membership
be long and rewarding.
Heil Hitler!
Heil Hitler!
That's right, firm evidence that
Bobby Tamara has belonged to at least
two communist
front organizations.
Hello?
Uh, you'll bunk here.
Now for the next six weeks,
in addition to our campaign
against the enemy, Tamara,
you'll undergo
heavy indoctrination
- by the others.
- I'm ready.
There'll be a regular program of
study, physical exercise and testing.
Reveille is at 0600 hours
and lights out at 2200,
unless otherwise ordered.
The drinking of hard liquor is
not permitted on the premises,
nor is the use of drugs.
And you'll be expected to maintain
a high level of personal cleanliness
and will be punished
if you do not.
Are there any questions,
Trooper Mantell?
No, sir. Except I was
hoping for a little more action.
Well, what we're doing
now, Trooper Mantell,
is only the prelude to
an even greater plan
to assure that the ape
Tamara will never be elected.
You'll get your
action soon enough.
No, it doesn't matter who I am.
A neighbor who doesn't want
to see an out-and-out adulterer
and tool of the pornographers
on his way to Washington.
That's correct.
- Fill it up, sir?
- Yeah. And check under the hood.
It's another world, Steve.
Swastikas, candles,
hate-filled messages
over the phone.
I was half of the
stink-bomb squad.
You did quite a job.
Anything definite?
That tape contains
all their names,
and as much background
information as they've given me.
Mostly their business is hate,
and they work at it full-time over
the telephone and with pamphlets.
Where do they get their money?
Oh, living expenses
from those of us who work,
sale of pamphlets,
street donations.
Stoner keeps hinting at
some, uh, secret donors,
but I haven't found
the existence of any.
At the moment, I take
it that Bobby Tamara's
their number-one target, huh?
Target in more ways than one.
Stoner keeps talking about
a knockout blow against him.
He's not joking.
They may look comic opera in
their uniforms, but they're not.
- Any idea what he means?
- Not yet.
He says I'll know
when the time comes.
I think he's working
something out.
He's like that.
Real Nazi strategist.
Strategist, huh? Well, let's
outmaneuver them, Danno.
- What do I owe you?
- It's 8 bucks.
See you Wednesday, huh?
Yeah, Wednesday.
Steve, I appreciate that.
I know there's danger.
But short of ending the campaign,
there's not a hell of a lot I can do.
I can't stay low.
Look at the schedule.
Fundraiser, two rallies,
two dinners, TV appearance.
Now, those are things I have to
attend or drop out of the campaign.
The election's two days away.
Bob, you've got to
understand my position.
Now, there's serious danger to your life
and there's not much I can do about it,
except to keep you under
wraps or to beef up your security,
both of which you seem
to object to strongly.
That's right. I do.
Steve, I know what
you're up against.
I don't wanna hurt either myself or
my family, but you've done enough.
You're already guarding us.
Bobby, the latest poll has you
ahead of Morley by four points.
Now, that's a 2 percent
increase over last Thursday.
Hey, hey! You see?
There's no letting up now.
Meanwhile, in the
camp of the enemy,
Tamara's opponent, John
Morley, has challenged
the validity and the conclusions
in the newspaper poll.
He says it's not an accurate
sampling of those voting.
And he follows it up with his
own figures to substantiate...
Mantell!
Enter.
Close the door.
You said you wanted action.
You're about to get it.
This is about everything on the
names Danny gave us, Steve,
from FBI to state intelligence.
Do they tell us anything
we don't already know?
Well, that depends.
Does it surprise you to know
that every goose-stepping
one of them is a failure?
Not a bit, Duke. Not a bit.
The losers and the dimwits are
usually the ones who wind up wearing
swastikas or Ku Klux Klan hoods.
Stoner was raised in a foster
home, on his own since he was 15,
divorced three times,
takes whatever work he can get,
and has served light time for disturbing
the peace and misdemeanor assault.
Anything about the way he
got started in this hate business?
Well, eight years ago he was
pamphleteering for the Klan
and then apparently went with a
half-Nazi group in West Virginia.
Then drifted from there to groups
in California and finally Honolulu.
What about his storm troopers?
Basically, they're all on the
outer fringe. All losers, Steve.
Except one. He runs a pig farm.
Yeah, that figures, doesn't it?
Duke, a loser sometimes takes
greater risks than anyone else.
Especially if he's committed, and
these people are definitely committed.
McGarrett.
I haven't got much time.
I slipped out for a minute.
Stoner's big deal is in the
works. I'm in the middle of it.
- Yeah, what is it?
- It's a smear thing
at the televised rally
in the auditorium.
Stoner wants some suggestive
pictures of me alone with Tamara.
- Homosexual setup, huh?
- Yeah, can you believe it?
He figures that even if
the charge doesn't stick,
there will be enough publicity to
erode Tamara's four-point lead.
Well, he could be right, Danno.
Very well. Play it safe, but
try to go along with the setup.
Right.
I don't wanna tap-dance
around this, Tom.
Look, do me a favor, boss, will
you? Temper it a half-beat, okay?
I'll look it over.
- Give me 15 minutes.
- You got them.
Go back to his dressing room.
When you hear the noise, slip in.
- I'll be back in time.
- Yes, sir.
Okay.
Yeah?
Who is it?
Do I know you?
Look, Bobby, just sit tight.
Don't ask any questions.
Listen, whoever you are, I don't
mean to be rude, but I wanna be alone...
After you, Mr. Tamara.
Tom!
Hey!
Come on, we don't have time.
What happened?
Somebody tripped the fire
box. Looks like a false alarm.
- Did you get the picture?
- Yes.
- Where's the camera?
- He lost it in the crowd,
but it wasn't his fault. I'll
tell you about it in the car.
Well, off to work.
Oh, take it easy. Have
another cup of coffee.
We've been working hard.
Today's election day. Let's see
what kind of job we've done, okay?
- Well, I...
- Sit down.
Carson, pour Trooper
Mantell some more coffee.
That's better.
I don't mind taking the day off,
but I think I should at least call in.
Oh, nonsense. Forget
all that. Let's relax.
Let's get to know each other.
Now, where did you say you went
to high school? Uh, Washington?
- Lincoln High School, San Francisco.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
- And you lived in, um...
- Portola District.
Well, what's this all about?
You made a phone call
yesterday from a booth.
You caught me.
I have this girlfriend, see?
And, well, a guy gets lonely.
You could have called from here.
But it was personal.
- You were born in Portland?
- No, Seattle.
The way we met, a coincidence.
And the false alarm yesterday just
as the plan was about to be carried out,
another coincidence.
The camera being knocked
out of Lehman's hand,
another coincidence?
That's the way life is
sometimes, I guess.
But the way these
coincidences occurred,
Almost as though
they were planned.
- Search him!
- Hey!
I got nothing to hide.
Cigarettes? I've never seen
you smoke, Trooper Mantell.
What are you?
Cop? FBI? Jew spy? What?
You'd do better to speak, scum.
I charge this man with
being a spy and a traitor.
He must answer for his crimes.
Let the trial begin.
No, Duke, no.
Jim doesn't know where Danno is.
Stand by a minute, will you, please?
Has Danno said anything
in the past day or so
to indicate that he
might not show up?
- Nothing, Steve.
- All right, Jim.
Let me know if he calls or
comes in, will you, please?
Sure.
Duke? DUKE: Yes, Steve?
You'd better stake out
that Nazi headquarters
until I find out
what's going on.
There's been no word from Danny
at all. We checked everywhere.
Very well. Keep trying,
Duke. I don't like it.
I'm on my way in.
In addition to tape recording us,
what were your other missions?
Subversion?
Assassination?
You're not Nazis.
You're nutzies.
Oh, you find this funny?
He finds this amusing.
I find this unbelievable.
You talk. Good. Then
you'll answer our questions.
Your life may depend on it.
What is your real name? Who
are you and where are you from?
My name is Walter
Mantell. I am 31 years old.
The defendant will not
answer our questions
and refuses to defend himself on
the charges of spying and treason.
I ask you in the name of National
Socialism, how do you find him?
Guilty!
Then the verdict of
this court is death.
You're crazy!
Carson, you will be responsible
for carrying out the sentence.
Take him to the forest.
You have cost us dearly,
but you have cost
yourself and your candidate,
because both of you will die.
- Take him away.
- You damn fool!
You're the one that's gonna die.
They're gonna shoot you
like the maniac you are!
Heil Hitler!
Central, this is Lukela.
Patch me through to McGarrett.
North on Kalane,
approaching the golf course.
Police.
Kill him!
Okay, trooper, it's all over.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right,
but Bobby Tamara won't
be unless we stop Stoner.
Let's get on that horn.
McGarrett.
Steve, we've got Danny.
He's all right, but he says
Stoner's after Tamara.
McGARRETT: I'm on my way.
Let's go.
We're almost there. Ha, ha.
A new day is coming!
He's got a gun!
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun!
Excuse me.
It's all over, Stoner.
The war's ended.
Out of the way. I
don't wanna kill you.
You're not gonna kill
anyone. Give me the gun.
I'll kill you first,
and then him.
I don't care if I die.
Come on, Stoner.
You don't have the guts
to die, and you know it!
I do.
With or without your
swastikas you're nothing.
You're a loser. A failure.
Alive or dead.
Give me the gun.
God will bless me for my work!
Okay, commander.
Book him, Danno.
Book him, but first,
read him his rights.
This is still
America. Thank God.
Get him out of here.
How do you feel?
Is it really over?
Yeah, for the moment, Bobby.
But there'll always be
a fanatic somewhere.
A Nazi, or a communist,
or an anarchist.