Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 2, Episode 2 - To Hell with Babe Ruth - full transcript

Got something, Steve.

Go.

Must have come over
that fence like a cat.

This is the best print
we've got, Steve.

Not much of an imprint.

Must have worn slippers
or sandals or something.

Get an imprint of it anyway.

Right. And the
killer wore black.

Must have torn
his pants and shirt

or something on the barbed wire.

Unusual material.



Handwoven, I'd guess.

See what the lab
boys come up with.

Will do.

What have we got, Doc?

Jagged instrument of some
kind. Never seen anything like it.

Throat's badly lacerated.

How long's he been dead?

Let's see, almost noon now.
Couple hours at the outside.

Steve, eight sticks
of dynamite missing,

with enough fuses
and caps to detonate.

Somebody wants that
dynamite pretty bad.

What do you think we've
got, some kind of kook?

We got something,
brudda. We got something.

Load him up, Doc.



Weird.

See? Traces of blood.

What is it?

I don't know.

Doc?

It certainly would have
taken something like this

to tear his throat.

Must have been thrown
from a very short distance

by a skilled hand.

Ever seen anything like it?

No, never.

Looks like something off
the top of a Christmas tree.

'Tis the season to be jolly.

Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Hey, man! What you doing?

You're smashing
the cars, brother.

Ahh!

And you say the man
who hit you was Japanese?

Yes, sir. A karate expert.

What have we got, Danno?

Lab report.

Go.

No prints.

Blood type, O. Matches
that of the victim.

As to the murder
weapon itself, not a clue.

What about the
cast of the footprints?

Nothing. Or next to nothing.

Some kind of sandal,
average-size foot.

Impossible to tell weight
or size of the individual.

And the piece of black cloth?

Now there we've got
something interesting.

By the way, you
were right, handwoven.

And old. Weave and
texture indicate it was loomed

about 30 years ago in Japan.

They figure probably, the, uh,
mill district outside of Osaka.

Also, the cloth was very musty
and loaded with wood dust.

Uh, meaning it's been
stored for quite some time.

Excellent, Danno, excellent.

Now get a cablegram up to
Osaka police and a sample.

See if they can come
up with the manufacturer.

Tell them we need
help, anything.

Anything they can
come up with and urgent.

Right.

You say that a...

Japanese karate expert hit you,

and he couldn't drive?

Hm.

It's weird.

Either, he couldn't drive

or he had a thing against cars.

Yeah.

Jenny.

Yes, sir?

Get a full description
from Officer Naaleu.

And get out an APB immediately.

Yes, sir.

Let's go, Chin. Where we going?

See a man about the
top of a Christmas tree.

Hi-yah! Hoo! Hoo

Beautiful move, Jerry.

A sai is a beautiful weapon.

Hard to get past.

Hey, wanna work out?

No, not today. Business. Chin.

Ever seen anything like this?

Can I touch it?

Sure, go ahead.
It's been dusted.

Whoever used it was very
uncooperative. No prints.

Used it?

Yeah. Killed somebody with it.

Can you tell us
anything about it, Jerry?

Looks like a... shuriken.

A what?

Shuriken.

A weapon used by the ninja.

Ninja?

They a cult of warriors
in feudal Japan?

No, no, no, no, no.

Assassins,

professional spies
and saboteurs.

Well, whoever used that was a...

An expert in more than killing.

He wore black, scaled a
10-foot barbed-wire fence

stole eight sticks of dynamite,
together with fuses and caps.

But there aren't any
ninjas anymore, Steve.

It's a lost art.

Not exactly.

Boss.

Just got a report about
a guy who busted out

of the state mental hospital.

And his description
fits the kook

that used karate
on Officer Naaleu.

McGARRETT: Mahalo.

See you, Steve.

I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
May I help you, please?

Komiko.

My name isn't Komiko,
but I'd be glad to help you.

My mother's name was Komiko.

Perhaps you're thinking...

Komiko.

I'm sorry. My Japanese
isn't very good.

I don't understand you.

Don't mock me, Komiko.

Don't mock me.

Today the whole world
seems to mock me.

Cars, buildings,

clocks, everything.
I'm not mocking you...

Everything so different.
My name... My name...

You're mistaken. My
name is not Komiko.

My mother's name was Komiko...

Where is Yuko?

Oh, you know Yuko?

Of course, I know
Yuko! Where is he?

Well, he'll be back soon. So
why don't you have a seat?

Come with me, Komiko.
You must help me.

Time has passed by
me. Days, weeks, months.

I don't know where they have
gone. Everything has changed!

I don't know what
you're talking...

You can no longer resist it!

The time for glory has come!
We will share it together!

Look, let's go outside.

You must come with me.

You will thank me afterward.

Drive. Hurry.

Please let's just wait for Yuko.

I must watch you
drive. No, please...

I do not understand these cars.

They are different.
I must learn.

Let me go. I'm not...

I will tell you one
last time. Drive or die.

Twenty-eight years.

Nagata was here for 28 years.

Twenty-eight years.

Let's see that's
just before the war.

Just before Pearl
Harbor, to be exact.

Admitted December 6th, 1941.

Do you care for some coffee?

No, thanks. What
happened to him, doctor?

Well, we're not exactly sure.

According to the records,

he was brought in
in a catatonic state,

completely withdrawn from
reality, uncommunicative.

They must have gotten
something out of him in 28 years.

Not much, I'm afraid.

We're not even sure if he has
a name other than just Nagata.

Oh, he's been examined
by a battery of psychiatrists

since he was admitted.

Their evaluations have
remained fairly constant.

Acutely psychotic,
paranoid, amnesia.

Prognosis?

Prognosis, total confinement
and commitment with treatment.

Likelihood of
recovery, very slight.

Doctor, um, did
he speak English?

Yes. But I don't understand.

I'm trying to establish

whether he might
have been an alien.

Oh, yes. I suppose
that's possible.

We really don't have any, uh,
understanding of his background.

McGARRETT: Yes, I noticed.

No relatives, friends, nothing.

Did he ever get into any
fights while here in the hospital?

Fights?

Did he show any signs
of special skills at fighting,

like karate?

Not that I know of.

He was totally passive
with the patients

and the other staff.

Doctor, may we see those
other records you mentioned?

Oh, yes, of course.

I'll have my secretary
get them for you.

If there's anything
else I can do for you,

please let me know. Thank you.

Yes? He's here.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Yeah, Danno, what have you got?

Yeah.

Address?

Good, good.

We're on our way.

Missing-persons
report. Japanese girl.

Disappeared from a clock
shop where she worked.

That mean something?

Name does.

Heather Nagata.

Thank you, doctor. Let's go.

Clock was just like
this when you arrived?

Yes.

The door was open,
and Heather was gone.

Your niece has
never run off before?

Never.

She is a very responsible girl.

Okay. The door was open,
the girl was gone and then what?

I waited. How long?

Almost an hour.

What did you do then?

Then I began to call.

Her girlfriends,

some of our friends
who might have seen her.

Any luck? No luck.

Then I called the police.

All right, uh...

May we see in the back room?

Yes, of course, come.

The shop is just
as you found it?

Yes.

Front door was open,
that door was closed.

Money was in the register,
nothing was missing?

Nothing. E-except for a clock.

What clock?

A clock that is gone.

I don't understand it.

One of the less-expensive
alarm clocks.

Here.

Such as this one.

You're certain, Mr. Takuma?

Yes, of course. I kept it
on display on the shelf.

One of our
better-selling clocks.

As far as you know,
there were no witnesses?

Nobody heard any
screams, saw anything?

No.

Why should anyone
harm Heather? Why?

A man escaped from a, uh,
mental hospital this morning.

His name was Nagata.

McGARRETT: Does that
name mean anything to you?

Nagata.

No, it can't be.

Nagata is dead.

Why do you say that?

He is dead.

Well, take my word for it.

A man by the name of Nagata

escaped from a
state mental institution

this morning
sometime before 8:00.

But he was killed.

He... He was killed in
the attack on Pearl Harbor.

One of the nameless dead trapped
in the area when the bombs fell.

Who was he, Mr. Takuma?

What is his connection
with your niece?

McGARRETT: Who was he?

He is her father.

I... I don't know.

I-I can't believe
that... Can you think?

Please, it's urgent.

Somewhere he might go,

somewhere out of his memory.

Is there a place?

Is there a place?

Yes, there... There
is a place. A house.

A house where?

Across the Pali on
the windward side.

But it has been
boarded up for years.

It was the American,
Robert Louis Stevenson,

who wrote:

"Within these ivied walls,
behind these green old shutters,

"some further business smolders,

waiting for the hour."

Is that not so, Komiko?

Is that not so?!

You'll promise not to cry
out again if I remove the tape?

Are you hungry?

No.

You will change your mind

when you see
what I have brought.

Look.

Tai, broiled in
salt for good luck.

And a bottle of sake.

Will you please let me go home?

Go home?

You are home.

Don't you understand
I'm not who you think I am?

My name is Heather Nagata.

I'm a teacher's assistant
at the University of Hawaii...

The voice of a woman is
like the screeching of birds.

You work in a
clock shop, Komiko,

but you do not feel
time so deeply as I do,

its dreadful inevitability.

Please, listen to me!

It must have been my
mother that you knew...

When I was a little boy
my mother said to me:

"Little one, do you
cry over just an ache?

What will you do when your
arm is cut off in a battle?"

My hands hurt.
Please untie them!

Your hands hurt?

We will abolish
all political parties

and restore Imperial rule!

The words of Jimmu will be
the new order in Southeast Asia!

Hakko ichiu!

Eight corners under one roof!

Stop it!

Please, stop it!

Stop it, stop it.

Komiko.

Komiko, you mustn't cry.

You mustn't cry.

Did you know my mother in Japan?

How happy we were
then, in the Inland Sea.

You remember?

The shore hemmed in by
pine trees old as creation.

We lay together
in the warm sand,

and I read to you
a thousand haiku.

It wasn't I.

You must have been
there with my mother.

With Komiko.

The Inland Sea at twilight:

star by star the
lights shine out

On islands, near and far.

Look at me.

I'm young.

Young.

Do you understand?

You're an old man.

It couldn't have been me
that you were with then.

Dew taken in the
palm of the hand

fades away in the
summer morning.

Revolution is the morning dew.

What matter if we perish?

The world will come to us,

as to Jesus of Nazareth.

It is our mission
to lead the world,

spiritually and intellectually.

We will be the cradle
of the new messiah.

Chin, upstairs.

This is it, all right.

Now we know for sure.

We got a maniac loose with
a time bomb in his hands.

Yeah.

"To hell with Babe Ruth"?

McGARRETT: Oh, my God, Danno.

What?

On the morning of December 7,

when the zeros
came in over Pearl,

their pilots screamed
in their radios:

"To hell with Babe Ruth."

Then they dropped the bombs.

Pieces are
beginning to fit, huh?

Nothing much topside.

Get a match. You got it.

Pearl?

No mistake.

Pearl Harbor.

All right, let's run it down.

Nagata escapes from a
state mental institution,

and in one day, one day,

he murdered a man,
he's stolen dynamite,

he kidnapped a girl, and
he put together a time bomb.

Do you really think

he's gonna try to
blow up Pearl Harbor?

No doubt in my mind.

Put a priority-one call in
to Admiral David Foster.

Tell the admiral to order
an immediate red alert.

All civilian military
installations. Move.

Five o'clock, boss.

Yeah, 5:00, December 6.

Less than 15
hours to tora, tora.

Mr. Takuma?

Why?

Takuma, why?

I have dishonored my ancestors.

I cannot even perform
hara-kiri properly.

How is he?

Hanging on, barely.

What'd the doctor say?

His chances are slim.

What's new on the outside?

Pearl is still on red alert.

Chief Dan got every police
officer on the line, looking.

So far, goose egg.

Why, Danno? Why did
Takuma try to commit suicide?

My guess is he lied to
us, knew we'd find out.

How is he, doctor?

Mr. Takuma?

Mr. Takuma?

And still... I live.

And lucky to be.

I would have
considered myself lucky

if I had died many years ago.

My death now is an anachronism.

Why, Mr. Takuma?
Why did you do it?

I was trying to rid
myself of a ghost.

A ghost from out of the past.

Nagata...

was a reminder of all that
I had despised in myself,

all that I had forced

to the darkest part of my mind.

When you told me about him,

I could not cope
with the memories.

You see, I too...
was a Black Dragon.

Time can erase the evil of war,

but not the evil
of personal deeds.

It lingers on, eating away.

I-I wanted to take
my life honorably.

I have been a fool and a coward.

I do not deserve to
lie with my ancestors.

Mr. Takuma,
please, listen to me.

We think Nagata is
going to destroy something

tomorrow morning.

Something he failed
to destroy 28 years ago.

Can you tell me what it was?

Mr. Takuma,

can you tell me what it was?

Can you tell me what
Nagata's mission was?

Mission?

Mission?

He's made a bomb.

A deadly time bomb.

Do you know what it
was he was to blow up?

Please. Please, try to tell me.

Pearl...

Pearl...

I'm sorry. He's gone.

Thank you, doctor.

According to our files,

Nagata was known to ONI,

as well as the FBI and
G-2 as a super agent.

Specialist in
sabotage? You got it.

Captain Barnes, do your
people know anything

about the Black Dragons?

A strong-armed gang
of political malcontents.

But committed to die trying?

That's it, McGarrett.

If I recall reading correctly,

their fifth column activities

amounted to pretty
much of a bust, right?

Yes, as a matter of
fact, I testified during

a congressional
investigation in 1946.

But not a single act of sabotage

was committed by
any resident of Hawaii.

Yes, I know.

Before, during and
after the attack on Pearl,

the Nisei were
100 percent loyal.

Well, I wish I could
be more helpful.

One thing's a good bet,
whatever Nagata's planning,

he's gonna have
to do it himself.

I understand there's
a girl with him?

Captive. Not a contact.

It's almost midnight, boss.

So we keep plugging.

Okay. What do we got here?

Well, this is a Navy chart of
Pearl just before the attack,

and this one, just after.

Now, you can see the
battle damage marked in red.

Nagata must be after
something strategic,

vitally strategic.

Well, there are many things

that might have been
considered strategic.

The sub pens,

the supply and maintenance
station right here at the depot,

the Sand Hill's oil
storage facilities,

the, uh, gas and bombproof
shelters built here in early '41

as radio transmitting
and receiving stations,

and the mortar battery at
the entrance of the harbor.

Needle in a haystack.

We got about
seven hours to find it.

Excuse me, captain.

McGarrett. Yeah, Chin. Yeah.

Beautiful, beautiful.
We're on our way. Let's go.

What do you got, Chin?

This, boss.

These arrows pinpoint
the Fort Allen control tower.

The control tower,
that's his target.

It's got to be.

Captain, check me out on this.

These circles here,

they mark the Sand
Hill oil depot, right?

Correct.

But the arrows
point the other way.

It's obvious he's going to...

Exactly. It's obvious.

I don't get you, boss.

Japanese high command,
battle psychology.

Expose the obvious,
then do the reverse.

Sand Hill, that's his
target. I'll bet on it.

There must be 5 million
gallons of gas in them tanks.

If that kook blows Sand
Hill, it's mele Kalikimaka to all.

Yeah, and if it goes, half
of Honolulu goes with it.

Captain, the hit on Pearl
was exactly 7:55 a.m., right?

Right.

That gives us
less than five hours

to tora, tora, gentlemen.

Five hours.

It won't be easy to find him.

That storage depot
goes on forever.

Put me through to Army Ordnance.

Quickly, operator. Priority one.

Yeah. This is McGarrett, five-O.

It's absolutely urgent

that I contact General
Sloane immediately.

Yes, I know exactly
what time it is.

Well, then call him at home
and wake him up, but get him.

No, let me...! Let me go!

You tried to betray me.

No, no. No, I didn't.

I don't know who you are
or what you're doing here.

I was just scared.

Disloyalty is the worst sin.

I pledged my loyalty.

I ate rice soaked
in my own blood.

I pledged my loyalty
to Kokuno G'ai.

There is no deviation
from the path of glory!

All right, come on in.

McGARRETT: Come on in. Come on.

Now, the area's about a
thousand yards square.

We gotta cover it
carefully, but quickly.

I want the whole area quiet
enough to hear a pin drop.

That's why we got
those bullcock mikes.

We gotta pick up the
ticking of that bomb.

Now, before we move out,
no shooting, that's an order.

One stray bullet in this area

can do the same
damage as Nagata's bomb.

Is that understood?
Absolutely no shooting.

Okay, sergeant,
evacuate the whole area.

Personnel, civilians, out.

Turn off all the equipment,
anything that makes noise.

We got less than
two hours. Now move.

Let's go.

You are cold, my Komiko.

Don't touch me.

Just leave me alone.

There is hate in
your eyes. It is painful.

You're going to kill both of us.

Why?

Because I must.

You mustn't fear death.
Remember the haiku of Tao:

The white swan swimming
to the shore beyond

parts with his breast
the cherry-petaled pond.

We are like white swans, Komiko,

swimming to the shore beyond.

It seems like only yesterday
the old inn in the mountain,

we could see the travelers
passing in the dark,

the soldiers marching
across Japan,

the lovers fleeing
to a new life.

Will you please
try to understand?

I have never been
to Japan in my life.

Why do you lie, Komiko?

It was there, at the old inn,

our parents signed our
marriage contract for us.

Marriage?

We were so young then,
Komiko, you and I, so young.

You married my mother?

You and I signed the
marriage contract together.

You said, "I will love
you forever, Yoshio."

Your name is Yoshio?

"I will love you
forever, Yoshio."

But you can't be my
father. My father is dead.

He died at Pearl
Harbor. He's dead!

His name was Yoshio.

Stay where you are.

Listen to me, Nagata.

Listen to me,
just... Just a minute.

Reason and persuasion
are weak instruments,

unsuitable for strong men armed.

It isn't 1941, you understand?

That was 28 years ago.

The war is over. It's all over.

You understand?

Your way of life
will soon be over.

Think it through, Nagata.

Look around you.

The things aren't the
same as they were.

The... The... The cars, the...

The buildings, they're...
They're different.

They're newer.

Don't you realize that?

Silence. Be silent.

You've been in a hospital.

A hospital.

For a long time, remember?

Nothing can stop
the westward march

of our civilization.

Let the girl go, Nagata.
You don't need her.

She is my wife.
She stays with me.

No, she's not your wife,
she's your daughter.

She is my wife,
Komiko. I love her.

Our deaths are
of little importance

along with a path of glory.

It won't work. One
bullet and it's over.

As you wish.

No matter how swift your bullet,

my finger will still
trigger the bomb.

My vows will have been honored.

Nagata.

Stop. Stay where you are.

Don't make me do it.

My orders are 7:55.

At 7:55, the planes come over

the Kula range in from the sea.

Before my ashes ascend to
the heavens with Komiko's,

I wish to see the planes.

No planes, Nagata.

No planes. They're not coming.

They will come.

No. No. This...

This funeral pyre
you've got rigged, it's...

It's futile.

It's a waste. It's...
It's 28 years late.

Where are they?

Where are they? They
should be here by now.

They will come.

They will come.

Look, for God's sake, Nagata.

Silence!

They come.

They come.

They come.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

To hell with Babe Ruth.

Come back. Traitors.

Traitors, come back.

Come back, traitors!
Traitors, come back!

Come back, traitors.

Is he really my father?

We shall be as
white swans, Komiko.

You and I, together
on the shore beyond.