Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 3, Episode 3 - The Second Shot - full transcript

Just above the left auricle...

and below the subclavian artery.

Precisely 1 centimeter
from the heart.

Precisely... here.

There can be no error.

Do you understand?

I expect that you
have seen these.

We can establish the angle

at no more than 18 degrees.

And the distance...

to be in the area of 60 meters.



Put on the coat.

This will make it easier.

And this will make it possible.

Can you hit it?

Can you?

What do we got, Danno?

Klaus Marburg. West
German passport.

He was hit just after
he stepped off the ramp.

How bad?

Pretty bad.

Went right through him.

Any witnesses?

Yeah, lots of them.
But only at this end.

Nobody saw where
the shot came from.



Steve.

Take a look.

Finished.

Only one shot?

Just one.

All right, we'll do
it the hard way.

Check it all out.

Service hangars,
terminal, everything.

Top to bottom.

Taxis, buses, rental
cars, everything.

Right.

And let me know fast.

Where? Find me.

Chin... see if you
can find that bullet.

Oh, how come I always
get stuck with these jobs?

Because you're so good at it.

Is he still alive? By
about an eighth of an inch.

What do you mean?

Well, that much lower and...

right through the
heart. Will he make it?

Now, I think so.

His pulse came back very strong.

You might say
he's got a will to live.

Steve... Yeah?

The governor wants you.

Okay. Anything at the airport?

So far no trace anywhere.

No one saw anything,
no one heard anything.

Looks very professional.

Maybe.

Except pros don't
get paid for missing.

Call H.P.D., tell 'em I want
a 24-hour guard on his room.

State Department? Mm-hm.

Well, the cable says
that Klaus Marburg

isn't scheduled to arrive
until day after tomorrow.

That's why you
hadn't been alerted yet.

But somebody else was.

Why the VIP treatment?

Klaus Marburg's a
correspondent for Tage,

probably the most influential
news magazine in West Germany.

Well, it's got to
be more than that.

It is.

Marburg came here to
interview Dr. Gregorios Lemira.

Lemira, hm?

I know you've had your
problems with him, Steve.

Well, sir, uh, problems

doesn't exactly
sum the situation up.

He's been here for four months
in that armed fortress of his,

and during those four months

we've had exactly
11 emergency alerts.

And all of them false alarms.

But not this time, Steve.

I think you'd better
talk to Dr. Lemira.

And remember, he's our guest.

McGarrett, Five-0.

Dr. Lemira's expecting me.

Mr. McGarrett? Yes.

Please come in.

Welcome, Mr. McGarrett.
May I welcome you.

Thank you, doctor. I, uh...

I'm sorry to trouble you.

After the many times
that I've troubled you?

Please.

I, uh, have a few questions.

Well, please, do not hesitate.

They will not interrupt.

I will be happy to answer

whatever questions I can.

Klaus Marburg.

Yes? Klaus Marburg.

You know him?

Yes. A noted, uh, journalist.

And you were expecting him?

Yes. He had
arranged an interview.

He was shot at the
airport a few hours ago.

Well, is he dead?

No.

No, the bullet just
missed his heart.

Chances are that he'll survive.

Oh, thank God.

The question is, doctor,

who would want
Klaus Marburg dead?

And why?

Who and why?

Obviously you
believe it concerns me.

Well, he, uh...

He was coming to see you.

Yes, to see me, to talk to me.

But not out of any
deep admiration.

In fact, Mr. Marburg was
terribly unsympathetic

to my point of view.

He had written several
articles attacking my...

going into exile.

Still you granted
him an interview?

Well, of course.

What could be duller
than discussing politics

with someone who
agreed with you?

Besides, I was hoping to
persuade him of his error.

Well, supposing he didn't
want to be persuaded?

I prefer to think that he did.

You see, Mr. McGarrett,

if he were coming merely

to continue criticizing me...

there would be no
need for an interview.

Something must have
happened to change his mind.

You been to Greece
recently, Mr. McGarrett?

No.

Well, Marburg has.

History, Mr. McGarrett.

History and fact.

Doc.

Oh, Anna. Oh, excuse me. I...

Uh, not at all, my dear.

You remember my niece, Anna.

Yes.

Is something wrong?

Yes, there was an attempt
at Klaus Marburg's life.

Klaus Marburg? Why?

That's what I came
to ask your uncle.

Unfortunately, I could not

provide the answer.

If there's any other
way I can help...

Thank you, doctor.
I'll keep in touch.

Miss Lemira.

Are you expecting
any other visitors?

No one.

If you don't mind, I think
I'll post a police guard

at your gate for the
next couple of days.

Oh, well, thank
you, Mr. McGarrett,

for your consideration.

I don't wish to offend you,

but... I have a
distinct aversion

to having policemen
standing at my door.

There's too many
unpleasant memories.

Besides, Paulos and
Andreas, they're always with me.

But you have no aversion
to calling the police

if you think you need them, huh?

That's a point well-taken.

But not convincing. Precisely.

Thank you for
coming, Mr. McGarrett.

How is it, Juan?

Quiet. Real quiet.

Good.

I'm Steve McGarrett,
Hawaii Five-0.

Pleasure.

The doctor tells me
you're a very lucky man.

Am I?

I certainly don't feel
that way right now.

Well, at least
you're feeling, huh?

That close?

Couldn't have been closer.

Huh.

And I've been trying
to convince myself

that it was an accident.

One shot fired...

you were the only one hit.

That rather limits the
speculation, doesn't it?

I wish it happened otherwise.

You mean an accident?

Of course.

So much easier to deal with.

That someone actually
intended to kill me

is not at all comforting.

You see, Mr. McGarrett...

I was warned this would happen.

What kind of a warning?

An anonymous telephone
call, threatening my life...

telling me not to come here
and not to see Dr. Lemira.

Did you report it to the police?

No, I didn't pay
any attention to it.

Left Germany the next day,

and just really didn't
have time to think about it.

Besides, just didn't
make any sense.

My attitude toward
Dr. Lemira's position...

has not been
altogether sympathetic.

Even skeptical.

Well...

I think he's planning
to convert you.

Have you talked to him?

Yeah.

Ah, he must be very pleased.

Someone shoots me, and...

he becomes very important.

I don't think he
quite sees it that way.

Ah, I suppose not.

Perhaps he's right.

Perhaps there are factions
in Greece fighting for power

that want him dead and
discredited as he claims.

Because why else would they...

prevent our meeting...

if not to keep me
from writing about him?

There, you see. I
sound converted already.

Time?

I think Mr. Marburg

needs to rest for a while.

How are you feeling?

Very lucky.

I've posted a police
guard outside your door.

So you haven't caught...
the assassin yet?

No, not yet.

Oh. I am flattered.

It seems that
when it concerns...

Dr. Lemira...

they send only
the very, very best.

Chin?

Went over the baggage
truck a dozen times

before we spotted it.

Right in the crack between
the frame and the upright.

Is there much left?

Don't know yet.

Could be just a fragment.

Maybe.

But so far it looks good.

Did you mark the position
of the baggage truck?

Yeah.

Over there.

What are the measurements?

Seventeen inches up.

Two and a quarter
inches left of the marker.

What's the direction?

You look straight on,

just the way you're standing.

Chin... come here.

Hit these marks.

Danno...

let's go.

Yeah.

Call the lab. Get
Che Fong out here.

Seal this area and dust it.

Right.

Once down the staircase,

he could have gotten
on the next plane out.

Or he could have
just kept on walking.

A trace of blood,
rubber, metal. But...

But very little.

No sign of any rough
edges anywhere.

Solid copper tip.

Monel jacket.

Hardened lead alloy. See here?

Casing hardly left any grooves.

Make?

Sorry. No
manufacturer's markings.

But it is custom-made?

Has to be.

Odd size, top-quality
metal used.

And it looks hand-loaded.

No indentations.

Course, the alloy
could be hard enough

to resist any machine pressures.

Hard enough to keep it
from expanding on impact?

Definitely. That shell could
punch a hole through a tree

without even spreading.

But in a man, just
a small puncture,

but a real neat exit.

Yeah. That saved Marburg's life.

Anything else?

Ballistics. Heh.

But you'll have to
bring me the rifle first.

Don't I wish.

Thank you, Che Fong.

You bet.

Think about it, Danno.
It doesn't make sense.

Custom bullet, okay,
but not a hard head.

Soft nose. Splat.

That's how a pro would make sure

the job got done.

Yeah, Jenny.

Yeah, put him on.

What do you mean he's gone?

I've been a doctor
for almost 30 years,

and I can tell you that
all hospitals are dismal.

By comparison,
anything is better.

I'm not complaining, doctor.

I hope you're comfortable.

I am, very. Thank you.

You must be tired.

You know, not at all.

I'm rather enjoying it.

Good.

You're going to
need a lot of rest.

We will work out a
convenient schedule.

And we will not discuss
politics until you have recovered,

or... until I can
no longer resist it.

At least until tomorrow.

See my niece is as
critical as your articles.

But how much, much
prettier she is, doctor.

Well, gallantry
from the wounded.

How splendid.

You know, Mr. McGarrett told me

that... you would
eventually convert me.

Of course, my dear
Marburg. Of course.

Andreas, the door.

Sometimes we overreact.

But I can assure you
there is no cause for alarm.

I suppose you have
some explanation.

Certainly.

Then why didn't you tell me.

I'll be glad to.

Heh. There's no
reason to be angry.

McGARRETT: Isn't there?

You removed Marburg
from the hospital

and from police protection.

Please, Mr. McGarrett.

I signed my own
release. I removed myself.

The hospital had no
authority to hold me,

so... the choice
was really my own.

And the invitation was yours.

Complete with waiting ambulance.

At least you should
have informed me.

And if I had?

Now, come, Mr. McGarrett,

this really shouldn't
concern you anymore.

In fact, it's one
less responsibility

for you to worry about.

Besides, I am a doctor.

And, after all, I can take
care of the patient myself.

Mr. McGarrett, I
must admit to have

acted rather impulsively, but...

really, how could I resist?

I mean, to be a
guest of Dr. Lemira's,

where the most I'd hoped
for were two interviews.

It's an extraordinary
opportunity.

It's also an extraordinary
opportunity for the assassin.

Is he still with us?

I have no reason to
doubt that he's not.

That's all the more reason

why Marburg should stay here.

Why, just think of
it, Mr. McGarrett.

What safer place is there?

Governor.

Hello, Steve.

This is Samuel Hammock.

Mr. McGarrett. State Department.

Mr. Hammock. Sorry to
keep you waiting, gentlemen.

No problem at all.

Well, shall we get right to it?

Yeah. Sit down.

Thank you.

I'll, um, get
right to the point,

though I don't think it's
going to make you very happy.

Dr. Lemira.

Mm. I understand
you've had your hands full.

Oh, there've been some problems.

I'm not surprised.

Dr. Lemira's a
very... difficult man.

Now, you've heard this
before, but let's make sure

that we all understand
what we're talking about.

Dr. Lemira has become the...

symbol of freedom

that all the opposition parties

have clustered around.

And it's our official
policy, of course,

to be completely neutral.

Of course. And we
want to keep it that way.

We've got to keep it that way.

The position of Greece
in the Mediterranean

is, uh, strategic.

And it's extremely important

for us to see that nothing
happens to Dr. Lemira.

Especially here.

And especially now.

Now, we've had word from
intelligence in Europe that

an attempt on Dr. Lemira's
life is being planned.

And it's, um,
scheduled to take place

within the next couple of weeks.

Any specifics?

That's it.

If anything else comes
up, I'll let you know.

How's security?

Tight.

I just hope it's tight enough.

You haven't lost your
professional touch, doctor.

Some things you never forget.

The hands, they function

by themselves, automatically.

Perhaps I should never
have given up my practice.

Better a doctor
than a politician.

I don't think you
really mean that.

Hm.

Sometimes I wonder
what I would have done

if I hadn't become a deputy.

Do you know what I was planning?

Move back to Skíros.

Just a small island
in the Aegean.

I was born there.

The wine, the olives.

Fish like...

Well, like nowhere
else on Earth.

I'm... I'm really
becoming maudlin. Heh.

Andreas, let's get
some gayer company.

Tell Anna she can join us now.

I will, doctor,

as soon as Paulos comes back.

No, now, Andreas. Now.

But Paulos will be
back in a few moments.

There's no need to wait.

I'm sorry, doctor,
but... But what?

I can't leave you alone with...

With Marburg?

Heh. Don't be a fool.

I'm sorry.

Heh. What kind
of an idiot are you?

This man was almost
murdered coming here to see me.

What better credentials
could he have?

Now go do as I say.

I can't... You simple,
brainless imbecile.

I'm sorry, doctor.

You can call me
what names you like.

But I won't go.

I know, doctor. I know.

I must apologize.

Sometimes I feel like
I've become a prisoner

of my own security precautions.

Morning.

There it is, Steve.

Now, because of all the
burglaries we've been having,

we're running routine
checks on the coin lockers.

Anything left in 'em
for more than 24 hours

is brought in here.

Then, if nobody
comes to claim it

after a couple of days,

I open it and look
for identification.

Man, I never saw
anything like that...

You touch the rifle?

Yeah, I... sort of touched it.

Uh, like, you know, curious.

But I put it right
back the way it was.

Okay. Okay.

Yours will probably
be the only prints

we'll find on it anyway.

What locker was it in?

Number 472.

We mark everything we take out.

And that thing is loaded.

Just thought I'd mention it.

Thank you.

Yeah, well, if you
need me, I'll be outside.

That's some fancy job.

Yeah.

You won't find that in
any mail-order catalog.

This the one?

It's got to be.

Get it over to the lab.

Have them match up the
bullet, just to make it official.

Fingerprints, anything
else they can come up with.

Uh, every time I breathe,

I feel there's
something in there. Hm.

Here?

Yeah. Sharp pain?

Please.

It's like... You know, it's
like a needle sticking me.

Well, I can only guess. uh...

possibly a bone
splinter. Uh-huh.

But nothing
serious, I assure you.

Perhaps we'd better
have it x-rayed, though,

just to make sure.

Where, the hospital? Yes.

I'll call McGarrett and have him

make the... arrangements,

just to demonstrate
my responsibility.

Room one.

Three o'clock.

There's enough time.

The x-ray. There's no
need for an examination.

In fact, you can
tell them I said

that he's healing beautifully.

A remarkable recovery.

Anything else? No, that's all.

Do you mind if I come along?

Not at all.

Unless you object, doctor.

Oh, my dear fellow, how could I?

If one of us is
not safe with you,

then all the rest of us
are in terrible difficulty.

Shall we go?

It was found in a coin locker

at the airport.

He simply walked
down the stairs,

through the departure lounge...

checked the briefcase
and kept going.

And you have no idea at
all who this person might be?

I mean, nothing? No indication?

Not yet. But we may learn
something from the rifle.

Or do you think perhaps
that he intended to come back

to it later and
then lost his nerve?

That's possible, I guess.

But you doubt it.

Only amateurs lose their nerve.

A professional can't afford to.

I suppose you're right.

But then how do you
explain it, Mr. McGarrett?

You mean leaving
the rifle in the locker?

Yes.

Well, maybe he wanted
to get rid of the evidence...

in case he was
stopped on the way out.

But then... why
bother with the locker?

He could have left it anywhere.

Precisely.

Or he may have left
it there for us to find.

On purpose?

But why?

Keep us busy...
looking in one direction.

While he was
moving in the other?

That's quite ingenious,

but I really don't
see the point.

I mean, having failed
to kill me the first time,

he certainly wouldn't make
a second attempt now...

considering all of
your precautions.

Well... not if you
were only a decoy.

But he was almost killed.

That doesn't make sense.

What Mr. McGarrett
means, I think...

is that while he was busy

searching for the
would-be assassin...

your uncle would...

be so much more vulnerable.

Am I correct?

That's part of it.

And the rest?

I don't know.

But I have a hunch

it's all connected
with a single plan.

Huh.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it.

All right, sir. You
can get dressed now.

It'll take about 15
minutes, if you'd like to wait.

Thank you.

McGarrett. That man.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Who is he?

The moment I saw
that man's face,

I knew I had seen
him somewhere before.

I just couldn't remember where.

Almost the next second
it came back to me.

Fortunately, just in time.

And you're sure it was Interpol?

Completely.

That's where I
saw his photograph.

Achmet Schwed.

Interpol has been searching
for him for over a year.

Doesn't seem to have
caused any damage.

Lucky. It could have had
a bad, nasty hemorrhage.

Huh. Let's take that x-ray now.

All right. Where
do we go, doctor?

Right over here. Okay.

Thank you.

Steve?

Yeah.

Coroner just took the body away.

That was close, huh?

You bet.

Listen, Danno...

tell Che Fong to get
the prints on that gun

over to the FBI,

CIA, Interpol and Immigration.

Tell them we need
a make right away.

Right.

Course everything
indicates that you were

the primary target.

However, since the
assassin was unable

to penetrate either
your, uh, security

or our own preparations...

we suppose that he decided
to strike wherever he could.

Mr. Marburg or, uh,
your niece, perhaps.

Perhaps?!

No, my dear sir,
there's no perhaps at all.

They would have killed
Anna without hesitation.

Believe me, Mr. Hammock,

they are as moral as
a pack of rabid dogs.

And that gunman
was almost successful.

Almost doesn't count, doctor.

Fortunately, in this case.

How irresponsible of me.

Thoughtless.
Incredibly thoughtless.

If anything would
have happened to you...

Uncle. I don't know...

I'm all right... I don't know

what I would have done.

Mr. McGarrett, it must have
been your presence here

that lulled me into feeling
that we were safe here.

Doctor...

it is Mr. McGarrett
who saved our lives.

Only because you
recognized the man.

Otherwise what
would have happened?

Now, Dr. Lemira...

that's hardly a fair question.

No, you're quite
right. It's not fair at all.

But the question still
requires an answer.

And the answer is, is that
they would have been killed.

But, doctor, what's
the point in theorizing?

Anna is safe. I am safe.

The assassin is dead.

I personally think
the danger is over.

I mean, don't you agree?

Uncle?

Yes, you're quite right. Heh.

The danger is past.

I know it may only
be a foolish dream,

but he clings to it.

I think he would die if he knew

he could never go
back to Greece again.

Back to Skíros?

He told you? Yes.

Yes, to Skíros.

Would you ever
want to go back there?

Of course I would, someday.

Or am I only
dreaming foolishly too?

No, I don't think so.

Then perhaps, you might even...

come to visit us there someday.

I think I would
really enjoy that.

Especially since there
would be no reason

for those...

two characters to watch
me so suspiciously.

Oh. They don't really.

It's just that they're
so devoted to my uncle.

Do they ever leave him?

Never.

One of them is always there.

You mean, even with you?

Of course not.

Does it bother you

that you're never
alone with him?

No.

Why should that bother me?

Because he does trust you.

More than anyone
for a long time.

Well.

I was beginning to think

that you two had disappeared.

We just went for a walk.

I see.

Well, Klaus, now that
you are well enough

to take Anna for a walk,

I, uh, think it's time for us

to begin our work.

You mean a little political
stimulation, doctor?

Good for the circulation.

Mine.

And yours.

Okay, this is where
Marburg was standing

when he saw the man, right?

Right.

What would have
happened if, uh...

Marburg hadn't
recognized the man?

I guess somebody would
have gotten shot in the back.

Who? Marburg.

The guy was a pro,
came back to finish his job.

Pro?

Why was standing
right where you are,

out in the open?

There's no way he would
figure Marburg to recognize him.

He wanted to be so
close he couldn't miss.

Okay.

Now, supposing Marburg
hadn't recognized him,

and we had kept on
walking, just like this.

Now you make his move.

Well?

Doesn't work.

Not if he wanted to live.

When a pro sets up a hit,
he works out all the details.

That's why he survives.

But this?

No.

This is amateur night.

Unless...

Unless it wasn't
supposed to be a hit at all.

You mean he was setting it
up for when you came back out?

I don't know, Danno.

What else could it be?

I don't know. It
just doesn't sit right.

And was it not Athens
where democracy was born?

Democracy. It's a Greek word,

meaning the "rule
of the people."

There's a sad irony today.

Aristotle said that when
man becomes separated

from law and justice,

he then becomes the
very worst of animals.

And that is precisely
what happens

in every military dictatorship.

Now, can you argue that?

Doctor, I'm not here to argue,

just to question.

But you can't question facts.

The point is that
military dictatorships

fought to save their
countries from communism,

and all the time they
are pushing their people

into accepting it.

Now that is a
pattern of history.

Then my question to
you is, why are you here?

I mean, what do you
expect to accomplish

from so distant
an exile as this?

In order to survive
it so that I can return.

After the work has been done?

Why? Do you
think that I'm afraid?

You're trying to make
me angry, aren't you?

I guess you have found me out.

By provoking me, what did
you hope to make me say?

Something that neither
one of us expected.

But since I have failed...

you shall have to
give me some rest

so that I can think
of a new technique.

Heh-heh. You can have
all the rest you want.

Thank you.

Now, what does the doctor
say about a change of scenery?

A-A change?

Anna tells me that you have
a marvelous private beach.

Steve.

Just got through to Munich.
Talked to Marburg's editor.

He didn't know
the exact schedule,

but he did know Marburg
was on his way here.

Has he heard from him?

No, but he says
that's not unusual.

Marburg comes and goes
pretty much as he pleases.

Were you expecting
something else?

No, no, no. I just, uh...

Tying off a loose end.

Danno...

there's something
I can't figure out.

Why didn't he get off a
second shot at the airport?

Just for insurance?

He had time enough
to empty the full clip.

Well, I guess he
thought one was enough.

Steve, Interpol just gave
us a make on that pistol.

Two set of prints.

One of them is this
Achmet Schwed,

but the other isn't
Klaus Marburg.

Are they positive?

Absolutely.

They have Marburg's on file.

These don't match.

Hello?

McGarrett. Dr. Lemira, please.

I'm sorry, Mr. McGarrett,
my uncle's not in.

He and Mr. Marburg

have driven down to the beach.

Where?

That private beach near Lanikai.

About a half an hour drive.

Are they alone?

Well... Paulos and
Andreas are with them.

Is anything wrong?

Yes, I'm afraid there is.

You'd better get the
guards down there

as quickly as possible.

Marburg is gonna kill him.

Let's go.

And the old man in bitter grief

walked along the shore
of the loud, roaring sea.

Homer?

Yes. I didn't know that you
had a classical education.

One of my many faults, doctor.

Unfortunately, I was
never very good at it.

Why not?

It seems I was always
more easily distracted

by things happening outside
of the classroom window.

Shall we go on?

If you like.

Doctor, your...
faithful... retainers.

I'm sorry, but they're
slowly beginning

to annoy me a little.

Why, you're quite right.

I'm sorry.

Andreas, Paulos...

we're going to take a
walk down the beach.

I would like you to stay here.

We will go with you.

No, I don't want
you to come with us.

I want you to stay here.

We are quite alone.

There is no danger.

Please, doctor. I th...

Andreas, don't you understand?

I want you to stay here.

I insist that you stay here.

That bullet just
missed his heart.

Why not shoot him in the leg?

It had to look good.
Perfect, in fact.

The whole point was for him
to survive, but not by much.

That way, nobody was
gonna question him.

And Lemira welcomed
him with open arms.

I wonder what happened
to the real Marburg?

Chances are he's dead.

Well, shall we go back now?

You know, if you don't
mind, doctor, I really would...

Really would like to
know what's up that way.

Well, I... I know that

you've made a
remarkable recovery,

but I don't want you
to strain yourself.

Fine. I'm perfectly
fine. Really?

I really am. Yeah. Very well.

Okay.

How incredibly beautiful it is.

This is paradise, doctor.

Doctor. Hm?

Now that we are in private,

there's a very important message

that I am supposed to give you

from some of your
friends in Greece.

A message? Yes.

Goodbye.

Is he dead?

Yes.

Perhaps a quarter
of an inch higher...

and he might have lived.