Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 2, Episode 7 - Sweet Terror - full transcript

Here you are, Mr. Bridger.

Oh, thank you.

A good likeness.

Helps pass the time.

Please ask the captain
to radio this message

to the Honolulu control tower.

Yes, sir.

Ah. There you are, my dear.

I was wondering, would it
be too great an imposition

if I borrowed a scrap of paper?

Will this do?



Mm. Splendid.

Get me Steve McGarrett,
Hawaii Five-0, and hurry.

Mr. Bridger, we're
on the ground.

Mr. Bridger?

Mr. Bridge...?

All right, let's hear it.

Bridger died on the plane.

We don't know how.
Doc's working on it.

He was tailing someone?

The beast. The one he
mentioned in the message.

Beast? What is
that, a code name?

Yeah.

Kind of melodramatic, isn't it?

Maybe, but it fits Erich Stoss.



Erich Stoss.

And that may not
be his real name.

He's got five more.

Claims to be Dutch.

He's probably a Nazi
who can't go home again.

We think he's working for
the Chinese Communists now.

How did you miss him, Danno?

Without Bridger, we
didn't know who to look for.

No description.

Never got one.

What about luggage?

We held it up till we
checked everyone.

Stoss had any,

it came in on a different plane.

Let's go.

Last stamp, Maracaibo,
Venezuela, five days ago.

Well, I'm listening,
Mr. Hendricks.

It's a sticky business, Steve.

Plays way, way up in
Washington. Top-secret.

You asked for my help.

Well, no one knows
the rock like you.

But I don't know what happened

in Maracaibo five days ago.

You tell me, I'm in.
You don't, I'm out.

Now, name the players
and tell me the stakes.

That's all I ask.

Well, there was a
secret conference,

revolutionary groups
from all over the Caribbean.

Any leaks?

The meeting took place
in the America Hotel.

Bridger told us it was arranged
by a high-level communist.

The day after the meeting,

Stoss left for Mexico
City with Bridger on his tail.

Yeah, but he flew
from Mexico City

to Los Angeles, then to here.

Why?

Oh, we don't know
the short strokes.

But Bridger reported
something big was planned...

and Stoss was dealing the cards.

Washington know
anything you don't know?

They haven't told me.

Well, ask.

And if they have a picture
of Stoss, get that to me too.

You know her?

No.

Bridger's work?

He was a weekend artist.

What about it, Doc?

Almost through, McGarrett.

You think the girl
connects with Stoss?

I'm betting Bridger thought so.

She came in on
the same flight...

we missed her too.

How come someone from Five-0

missed a pretty girl?

I guess I was
thinking of the beast.

Well, as of now, we think of
beauty and the beast, huh?

Okay, what have we got, Doc?

McGarrett, we have here
a very interesting case.

As a matter of fact, first
I've ever come across

in all my years in
the medical field.

Doc, do you mind telling me,

or should I wait
and read about it

in the medical journal?

All the classic symptoms
of heart arrest...

but it wasn't that at all.

Cause of death, Doc?

Danny, turn around.

There.

Right there, to the left
of the spinal column.

I almost missed it.

Gentlemen, what it
is, is a puncture wound

at the level of the
lower thoracic spine.

How do you stab
a man in the back

when he's sitting
down in an airplane?

With a long, thin blade.

Correct.

Lumbar puncture...
needle, small caliber.

Right through the
back of the seat.

On a crowded plane?
How come he didn't yell?

Even if he did,
with a torn aorta,

sound would be postmortem.

If she came in on that flight,

somebody must have seen her.

All right, I want to
know who she is,

where she is, and
what she's doing.

Check with the plane crew,

hotel clerks, cab drivers.

Anybody who might have seen her.

If we find her?

Don't move in. Just tail her.

Give her plenty of rope,

see if she tries
to contact Stoss.

Steve...

why not go after
Stoss the same way?

Uh, Stoss is smart enough
to know we've got something.

He's got to stay undercover.

We had a much better
chance of getting to her.

Men like Stoss...

wherever they go, bring
death and destruction.

Why did he come to Hawaii, huh?

Why? I can't figure that out.

Thank you, my boy. Thank you.

There used to be a day when
they made cars large enough

so a man could get
in and out with ease.

Shall I carry your
case, professor?

No, thank you.

This has not left my
hands for the past 72 hours.

I've slept with it.

It must be valuable.

Deadly, sir. Deadly.

Well, now.

This, I must
assume, is our host.

Mr. Quon Li, professor.

I chose this house

because it's remote, secluded.

And Mr. Quon is happy
to cooperate with us.

Because you're a
party member, sir?

No.

Because I have family
still living in Shanghai

who have been threatened

with persecution
unless I cooperate.

Ah, yes. It's a wicked
world, Mr. Quon.

Indeed it is.

But we must all
make the best of it.

And now, at the risk of imposing

upon your hospitality, sir,

I'd like to go
directly to my room.

I shall need precisely...

seven hours of solitude

to compose and refresh myself.

Don't... move an inch.

Now take your hand
away slowly and carefully.

I want it clearly
understood, Mr. Quon,

that no one... I repeat,
no one but myself

will ever so much as
approach this case.

As you say.

This is what I need.

Please have it ready at
exactly 9:00 tomorrow morning.

These ingredients are rare.

They can he obtained.

It will be expensive.

Old man, I am a chemist.

I know the exact cost
of every item on that list.

Then you also know this
formula requires refrigeration.

Pack it in crushed
ice in a thermos jug.

You're very young to
have such knowledge.

And you are very
old... to be alive.

What did he want?

He said you were followed.

Is there another way out?

This way.

I will see you at
9:00 in the morning.

How bad?

Bruises, shock. Nothing broken.

They're cleaning her up now.

They holding her?
Twelve hours. Observation.

What happened?

She ducked out the back way.

Got hit by a cab as she
stepped out of an alley.

Look, there's an
enemy agent loose.

One lead to him...
One... and you blew it.

Look, Steve, we gave her rope.

She may have spotted us.

Or someone might have
spotted you and tipped her.

All right, but we're
still in the ball game,

'cause we got her.

I'm sorry, Danno.

I guess the beast is on my back.

Hendricks just
called Bridger's wife.

She's coming to
take the body home...

to his kids.

Let's go.

Steve.

This is the formula
she left with the chemist.

Does it mean anything?

Hospital lab says some kind

of spore-breeding mulch. Weird.

No idea how the stuff is used,

unless we wanna
make our own penicillin.

Did you ask the
chemist about it?

Yeah, in the mother tongue.

He identified the chemicals.

Said that if we put it together,
we could make purple water.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

If you want my opinion,

one part of the
formula is missing.

Mr. McGarrett,
you can go in now.

But just for five minutes.

She's been sedated.

Thank you.

Mr. Kelly. There's
a phone call for you.

My name is Steve McGarrett.

I'm with Hawaii Five-0.

That's a state police unit here.

Are you going to arrest me

for getting hit by a cab?

No, nothing like that.

I just wanna ask you a few
questions, Miss de Nava.

Well, I am from Barranquilla...

which is in Colombia,
which is in South America.

And we are famous for

our coffee and our bananas.

And what brings you to Hawaii?

Vacation.

Now, what's this all about?

You came in on
Flight 507, right?

Did you know the man
who died on that flight?

I didn't know anyone had died.

He did that sketch of you.

Huh. I wonder why?

So do I.

Name Erich Stoss
mean anything to you?

Stoss.

Sorry.

This chemical formula
matches the handwriting

we found in your purse.

What does it mean?

You really would like it to
mean something, wouldn't you?

I wish I could oblige.

But it's a doodle,
Mr. McGarrett.

Some people draw... lines,

dots, uh, tic-tac-toe.

I doodle formulas.

I used to be a
chemistry student.

Now, why would
you bring your doodle

to a Chinese chemist?

I was merely in his shop.

It looked exotic, so I...

Went in to browse around.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's nice to have met you.

We'll meet again.

Will we?

Yeah, I have a strong feeling

that Erich Stoss
will bring us together.

Hendricks dug up
a picture of Stoss.

Just sent this flier over.

He had a thousand copies made.

Good.

Good. Now that we
know what he looks like,

let's make it a big-game hunt.

Circulate it all
over the islands.

You get anything
from Miss de Nava?

Yeah. What?

She's lying.

Now all we have
to do is prove it.

One of the field hands
brought it out from the city.

Five-0 is looking for you.

Taken from an old
passport photograph.

These things never do justice.

Still... It does
suggest a certain...

roguish quality.

This Five-0, Mr. Lao,

what can you tell me of it?

Run by a man named McGarrett.

Dangerous? And ruthless.

Point to remember.

Well, now, gentlemen,

I see we're all present
and accounted for.

Gentlemen, I can now tell you

that within the next 72 hours,

we shall have accomplished
an act of sabotage...

of such magnitude,

I should not be surprised

if it is considered almost...

a second Pearl Harbor.

But first, some background.

Stand up, my boy. Stand up.

This is my colleague,
Mr. Esteban,

a citizen of one of

the greatest
sugar-producing countries

in the world.

Unfortunately,
due to embargoes...

an evil institution...

there is at present
very little market

for the product of his country.

Every year more tons of
it end up in warehouses

already filled to
the bursting point.

Now, then...

where do we find buyers

for this excellent sugar?

How do we bring the
world to our marketplace?

You might well ask.

And yet the answer
is quite simple.

We will...

create a shortage.

The contents of these
vials, gentlemen...

judiciously introduced
into the cane fields here...

here... here... and here...

will effectively destroy
the sugar industry in Hawaii

for the next five years.

A brilliant plan.

Every country will
have to buy their sugar

from us... at our prices.

Precisely.

When do we start?

Tonight.

Gentlemen, I bid you good day.

Mr. Lao...

care to remain
for a few minutes?

Is there something
wrong, professor?

An important member
of our organization

is in a hospital.

She was involved in a...

street accident yesterday.

Piece of carelessness
which cannot be excused.

We must contact her, Lao.

Is that a problem?

Yes.

Our friend McGarrett
has made it one.

He's having her watched.

Why is it necessary
to make contact?

Firstly, because the
contents of these vials

cannot be activated without

Mariana's special knowledge.

Secondly...

because as long as
McGarrett has her,

she's a threat to all of us.

But my own dossier on
Miss de Nava indicates...

she is totally
dedicated to the cause.

I deeply distrust people

who are dedicated
to abstractions.

Loyalty is a commodity...

bought and sold
on the open market.

If she is an
unreliable, what then?

Good morning, doctor.

Miss de Nava's
room, which is it?

It's restricted,
doctor. The police...

I'm Dr. Lao. I've been
called in for consultation.

There's been no
clearance for you.

Perhaps I can
reach Dr. Webber...

Your name, please?

Mako. But nothing was
said... Nurse Mako...

I have many patients of my own

and seldom enough
time to see them all.

I'm skipping my lunch

in order to examine this woman

at Dr. Webber's request.

I will not squander it
discussing the case with you.

I'm terribly sorry, doctor.

I'm sure it's all right.

But in a police matter,
we must be careful.

Please, this way.

It's all right, officer.

Dr. Lao has been
cleared by Dr. Webber.

You know who I am?

Y... You're Lao.

Comrade, you have failed.

It was not my fault.

Excuses are not acceptable.

At best, you've been careless.

At worst, traitorous.

No!

Keep your voice down.

You'll have an opportunity
to prove your loyalty.

What shall I do?

First... the formula.

Four basic ingredients
and one additive.

This is the complete formula.

Good.

Now, what do the police know?

I told them nothing.

You'll be questioned again.

Do you think I'd betray you?

That danger exists.

I am as good a party
member as anyone.

I have never deviated.

I would die for the cause.

Yes.

What is this? What
are you doing?

There will be no discomfort.

You will become drowsy
and quietly slip away.

Please...

I don't want to die.

It's an order.

The next time you are
questioned you might slip.

You could endanger the plan.

No, I... I won't.

I promise.

You promised to
die for the cause.

How are you today, Mariana?

I have nothing to say

to an oppressor of the people.

Is that what you think I am?

If you function in a
capitalistic society...

so you are an oppressor.

And you're a communist.

I admit it with pride.

Yesterday. when
I questioned you,

you wouldn't admit anything.

Maybe we're getting somewhere.

Nowhere.

You are my enemy.

Correction.

You came to my country
and committed a murder.

If you didn't, Stoss did.

That makes you an accessory.

Now, help yourself, Mariana.

The party can't help you now.

Where is Stoss?

Where is Stoss?

They were right.

You will come back
again and again.

You will force me to...

What is it? Oh.

What's the matter?

I'm afraid.

I want to live, whatever
the consequences.

Help me, please. Please help me.

You took something. Ah.

What is it?

What is it?!

They gave me poison.

Nurse. Get a doctor
in here quickly.

It's poison.

They said... no pain.

They lied to me.

Who got to you?
Who was it, Mariana?

Stoss sold you out. Who
sent it? Who did he send?

The one they call Lao.

I'm afraid.

I don't want to die.

Who? Who beside Lao?

And Stoss. Who was it?

Esteban.

Me.

McGarrett... I... I'm so cold.

Easy.

Easy.

Why did Stoss come to Hawaii?

Destroy.

Destroy what?

Sugar cane fields.

How were they gonna
destroy the sugar cane fields?

Fungus.

Fungus.

She's dead, Mr. McGarrett.

What happened?

She was killed...

by a beast.

Destroy the cane fields?

But that's... That's diabolical.

Yes, sir. But nonetheless true.

Gentlemen... any comments?

I think Mr. McGarrett has
created a new credibility gap.

I'd be interested in
viewing the evidence.

I asked for a representative

from the Department
of Agriculture to be here.

May we hear from him now, sir?

Uh, this is Leonard Burleson.

The sugar cane plant
is very susceptible

to many, many diseases.

To name a few:
leaf scald, gumming,

eye rot, root rot, smut.

A whole range of viruses.

Cane has also been badly
damaged by insect pests:

the moth borers, the
froghopper, beetles,

mealy bugs, moths
and many others.

But according to
McGarrett, it's a fungus.

Could somebody
destroy a crop that way?

Good heavens, yes.

You'd also want to start
with a parasitic fungus.

Preferably, one that would
be able to attack a single host.

In this case, sugar cane.

That's no real difficulty.

There are more
than 100,000 species

of fungi to choose from.

You would probably want the...

faculative parasite.

After it's killed
the living host,

it could continue to
feed on the dead tissue.

And then you'd have a
reproduction cycle of spores

to attack next year's crop.

We'll accept Leonard's
expertise that it is possible.

I'll concede that it's possible.

How much of the
world's raw sugar

is produced in Hawaii?

Forty-one point six percent.

For another country
to gain that advantage

would be a tremendous coup.

But for Hawaii to lose it
would be a stab in the heart.

Very well, gentlemen.
Let's sum it up.

One, a group of enemy
agents, three professionals

and an unspecified
number of local recruits

are somewhere on this island.

We'll need a coordinated effort

by all law-enforcement agencies

to find their hideout.

Two, these people have
already committed murders...

and their assignment
is the destruction

of one of our major industries.

How will they
introduce this fungus

in the cane fields?

By spores. No problems
with handling or dispersing.

What about dispersement?

By plane, I should think.

Fly over a remote
corner of a cane field.

To the northeast, of course.

Then the trade winds will
blow the spores for many miles.

Like crop-dusting.

Yes, sir. Exactly.

Danny.

Good.

Here it is.

Go.

"Crop-dusting and spraying
companies, by island.

"Privately owned crop-dusters.

"Rental planes
adaptable for crop-dusting.

Private planes
adaptable. Helicopters."

That's an awful lot of aircraft.

Some fat in there.

Secret operation like this,

you wouldn't go to a
crop-dusting company.

Rent a plane. Same thing.

Privately owned dusters?

Some growers have their own.

Yeah. They don't rent 'em out.

There are other ways.

Pressure?

The worst kind.

What are you getting at, Chin?

Stoss is working
for the Chinese.

If he could find a grower

with family still in
China... he's got it.

Give that man a free foo yung.

Haole food.

Not exclusively, brother.

Hm-hm.

All right, let's go
over the list again.

It's almost midnight.

None of the places will be open.

Well then, we knock on doors!

Either we nail Stoss now,

or we'll be growing
toadstools instead of cane.

Let's go.

It's a pity, my dear Lao,

that we don't have a
whole fleet of these.

The entire job could
be finished by now.

Still... tomorrow's another day.

Central dispatch.

Calling McGarrett, Five-0.

McGarrett.

Yeah, Danno.

Interisland Charter
Service, nothing?

Yeah, what else?

Okay. Okay.

Split the last few
with Kono and hit it.

Sorry, I don't speak Chinese.

Okay, pal. I asked if
you bought a plane.

A crop-duster from a
man named Anderson.

Sure did. Right over here.

Nice plane, huh, honorable cop.

I bought it for a
clubhouse for my kids.

I'm Williams. Five-0, and...

I can't hear you.

Oh.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to know what
you're dusting for.

Are you an expert
on plant disease?

No, but I can get one out
here in a hurry if I need him.

My foreman was the
first to notice it, uh...

Some kind of smut.

I've never seen
anything just like it.

Is it a fungus?

Sure is.

How are you, Quon
Li? Steve McGarrett.

The eyes are not too ancient
to recognize an old friend.

Well, it's been a long time.

Yes, it has.

And people change, don't they?

Nothing has changed, Steve.

Do old friends stand
outside and talk?

There is sickness in my house.

The door is closed only
to protect your health.

Well, it's not a social call.

I came to inspect your plane.

I have no plane.

That's right. You
have a helicopter.

Yes.

I use it to take me to
and from the cane field.

Could it be
equipped for dusting?

Yes, it could.

Who flies it for you, Quon?

I wanna talk to him.

And talk you shall,
Mr. McGarrett.

To me.

I never relished
chess by letter.

The satisfaction of
the game... any game

is to look your
opponent in the eye.

Let me introduce
myself properly.

The name is Stoss.

Yeah, I know. The beast.

Yes, I venture to say

there's very little about
me that's escaped you.

Right. Including the murders
of Bridger and Miss de Nava.

Tsk.

Distressing events, indeed.

And so close to success.

A plan brilliantly conceived

and worked out
in the finest detail.

A coup, sir.

Now mangled beyond repair.

First, by their blundering
and now by yours.

Now then...

we must consider
what to do next.

You're under arrest, Stoss.

Look around you, Mr. McGarrett.

Just look around you.

I'll have to do a
lab test, of course,

but... we can be
pretty sure of this much.

It is a fungus.

It was especially
developed to attack cane.

It's very fast-acting.

And we don't have a
pesticide that will be effective.

What do I have to do?

Burn it.

Kono, they started
burning. Where's Steve?

We haven't heard from him.

Well, call me back as soon
as you hear from him, huh?

Quon.

Quon.

You will be hungry.

Quon.

Very well.

I betrayed you, Steve.

I had to choose between
you and my own blood.

These people don't
honor agreements.

Don't you understand that?

Your relatives will
pay the price anyway.

Now, please, Quon, help me.

Quon.

I cannot.

Please understand.

How long have
you lived in Hawaii?

Thirty years?

Maybe longer?

Now, stop looking back

to the old country, old man.

Your home is here,

right in these islands,
and you owe a debt.

Now when are you
gonna make a payment?

Steve.

Well, Mr. McGarrett,

it appears we'll have a
little more time together.

I don't think you can afford it.

Unfortunately, the
situation provides no option.

Such was the
confidence in our plan

that an emergency escape
route was not provided for.

A shocking tactical
error, of course.

That's the ball game, Stoss.

You've had it.

Not quite, sir.

There is in the harbor a
ship of sympathetic registry.

The problem is how to get to it.

My sources of
information tell me

that there are roadblocks

all over the island.

There is, of course,
the helicopter.

But I believe you will agree

that there's a certain
amount of risk involved

in trying to land
it near the harbor.

A risk which I would prefer
to keep as a last resort.

And where does that leave us?

It leaves us... at
the very reason...

why I've spared your life.

Oh, we make a deal.

Oh.

Let us say a compromise
that we can both live with.

As the saying goes:

"You're a man of
sound judgments."

I believe we can reach
such a compromise.

What are you asking?

One, free passage
through all checkpoints

between here and the harbor.

Two, your presence
to insure safe conduct.

And three...

no interference with
the sailing of the ship.

And what do you offer?

You, sir.

Unharmed in any way.

No deal!

What could be fairer?

No deal!

My final offer.

A beast belongs in a cage.

When you hear the sound
of the helicopter taking off,

kill him.

Mr. Lao.

Yes, professor.

It seems that
our activities here

will have to be
temporarily suspended.

Then... we've failed.

Oh, a setback. No
question of that, sir.

But we've only lost
a battle, not a war.

He who will run away...

Will run into a roadblock.

Unless you've discovered
a way around them.

Well, I propose
to fly over them.

Unfortunately, there
will be space for only two.

Yourself and... And Esteban.

Pilot the helicopter, of course.

Then it's all been decided?

And I have no
voice in the matter?

I'm to be left
behind as sacrifice.

I refuse to accept.

Oh, oh.

Oh, I'm disappointed
in you, Mr. Lao.

I would expect a
little more fatalism

from a man of your race.

And dedication.

After all, this is

your cause, sir, not mine.

I'm only a poor mercenary
trying to sell his unique talents

for a small profit.

However, let us not quarrel.

This situation for you
is by no means critical.

It should be
comparatively easy for you

to fade into the
local population

and eventually make
your way to safety

once all the hue and
cry has died down.

Now then, time presses.

I shall have to ask
you to step aside.

Quon, you all right?

I'm all right,
Steve. I'm all right.

Stoss!

Stoss!

Esteban, I urge you to yield

as gracefully as
circumstances will permit.

We can only hope
that Mr. McGarrett

will be a generous victor.

Fortunes of war have
shifted, Mr. McGarrett.

May I lower my arms, please.

All this exertion for a
man of my temperament.

I surrender to you, sir.

Drop it.

Where you been, Danno?

Been looking for you.

Check Stoss for cyanide pellets.

A ridiculous notion,
Mr. McGarrett.

Gestures are for
fanatics and patriots.

I'm a businessman,
pure and simple.

What's with the arm?

Stoss was showing me
how he killed Frank Bridger.

Wrong, sir. It was Esteban.

He did it entirely without
my knowledge or approval.

Now, please... fair
is fair, Mr. McGarrett.

I do expect justice.

You'll get it, Stoss.

Life without parole.