Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 16 - The Listener - full transcript

Mom, my headache's
gone. It's really gone.

Oh, that's wonderful, darling.

You're doing fine, old buddy.

Keep it up. I'll
see you next week.

Okay.

Thank you, doctor. Bye, doc.

Bye-bye.

Hello?

Doc?

Speaking.

Hi, doc, I'm wired into you.



I know all about you.

Wired in?

Ah, Big Brother watcheth, huh?

Well, thanks for the
warning, old buddy.

I'm not your buddy

and I'm not putting you on.

I've been listening in to you

and your patients for months.

I'm sorry, I'm very busy.

Yes?

Don't hang up on me
again. Don't do that.

This is my private line.

Yes, and I'm in
that chair with you,

treating your patients.



I know their secrets.

Their dirty little perversions.

You don't believe
me? Where'll we start?

Crazy Mary.

Bobby boy, kooky Eva.

Who is this?

You need a name?

I'm Cerberus, the hound of hell,

and all of my 50 heads.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Yeah, but it's my turn to laugh.

You.

You turned me down

as a poor treatment risk.

Me, 170 I.Q.

And I am a poor treatment risk?

Did I see you at
one of the clinics?

What difference
does that make? Look,

Cerberus, you're hostile

and maybe you have every right,

but it wasn't personal.

There just aren't enough
psychiatrists to go around.

So crawl in a corner and die.

Hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign

around your corpse. No way.

This mistake is
not getting buried.

You're paying, doc.

I want five grand,

or I'll finish you
and your sickies.

Listen, Cerberus,

you listen to me
and you listen hard.

I will not be threatened
or blackmailed.

You won't get a cent out of me.

And don't phone again.

Doctor, any static in your phone

or loss of volume?

No.

Nothing in these instruments.

What about the line?

I'm going in now.

OPERATOR: Test board.

This is Che Fong, Five-0 lab.

Suspected tap on 555-6321.

Would you run a
line check, please?

Stand by.

Most amateurs leave
an electronic trail

that'll hit you in the face.

Mr. Fong, our meter
shows no unbalance,

no resistance.

As far as we can
tell, the line's clear.

Thank you.

Line's clean, Steve.

Cerberus just could
be expert enough

to equalize his phone tap.

Now, he says he's eavesdropping

on patients during treatment.

So that means room bugs.

No way to hide them.

This place is loaded.

It is?

Most of it's buried, but...

Here's one.

McGarrett, keep your
hands off those bugs.

Yeah, doc.

This is your full-blown
paranoid visionary

coming to you from
somewhere in paradise.

You brought the cops,

you get them out. Now!

Your office, your decision.

Well, what do you suggest?

Ignore him, call his bluff.

Che, tear every bug out of here.

Okay, doc,

you'll be sorry for
the rest of your life.

How are you feeling, Bob?

Headache's back,

but I'm moving around
like Dr. Fowler said.

Now, the both of you,
remember to clean up.

Hello?

CERBERUS: Is
Bob Martinelli there?

Who is this?

This is Dr. Fowler's
medical exchange.

The doctor left a
message for Bob.

Uh, just a moment, please.

Bobby, it's for you.

Hello. Hi, Bob.

There's a tape Dr. Fowler
would like you to hear.

Hold on, please.

ANGELA: It's, uh, bad, isn't it?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Very bad.

Bobby is suffering from glioma,

a space-occupying lesion.

I don't understand.

It's a brain tumor.

Oh, dear God.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you it's...

It's cancerous and inoperable.

He doesn't have long.

Bobby, don't!

Bobby!

What are you doing?

What happened to you?

Bob.

You liar. You lousy phony.

Hey, it's me, your friend.

What did that creep say
to turn you against me?

He didn't say anything.

You said it.

He just played the tapes.

Why are you letting me die?

I don't wanna end
up like that stiff cat

in the middle of the alley.

Now, come on, Bob.

That's not gonna happen to you.

But it is.

I heard you say so yourself.

No, that was an early diagnosis.

It looked bad then.
You're weaseling out of it.

No, no.

You do have a growth,
Bob, but it's benign.

Those pills you're taking
are slowly shrinking it.

Yeah, sure.

Now, your headaches are
going away, aren't they?

Huh?

Now, who are you gonna believe?

Me or that creep
bugging my office, huh?

Okay.

What's that for?

Oh, put you to sleep.

Cool the old bean.

See you later, sport.

Nurse, get him out
of that thing, will you?

He's all right. You can go in.

What a diabolical
thing to do to a kid.

At least he'll be all right.

No.

He'll never be all right.

He's... He's dying.

That's one lie
I'll never regret.

Doc, do you have
any more patients

who are as vulnerable as this?

A few.

Then we don't dare

tear any more bugs
out of your office.

What will I do?

This Cerberus, he overheard

what you said in my office.

He overheard what you said

to Bobby's mother
in the police lab.

Come here.

What are you...?

God, is it...?

I've made up my mind, McGarrett.

I've got my patients to protect.

I can't let this happen again.

I'll settle with him.
Just get off the case.

Doc, please.

Stay away, understand?

Stay away.

Doc.

Yeah, doc, it's me.

Sorry about the boy,
but you wouldn't listen.

In my own home.

That's right.

We've all got to
live with our demons.

Who are you talking to?

Carol.

Eric, what's going on?

Can I, uh, help you, mister?

Sure can.

You use only women
on your cleaning crews?

That's right.

Any offices broken
into. Any thefts?

No, we've been real lucky.

I want the names and
addresses of painters, plumbers,

any men working in the building,

and include yourself.
What's this all about?

Any keys missing?

Not that I know of.

You always keep that door open?

During the day. Why?

Anybody can walk
in, pick off a key

and make a duplicate.

Because the super
can't be bothered

locking or unlocking the place.

And we can't even change locks

without Cerberus
knowing about it.

That would risk another
Bobby Martinelli incident.

Hm.

Okay, Che, tell us
what we're up against.

The room bug found
in Fowler's office.

It's miniaturized,
highly sophisticated.

Any manufacturer's
name or number on it?

No. Cerberus put
these together himself.

They're not only
good, they're very good.

Okay, but he'd have to use

some esoteric components.

You don't pick those
up in the dime store.

I'll get you a list of them.

Chin, track down
every outlet in the island.

Now, what about these?

Well, these are body bugs,

like the one you
found on Dr. Fowler.

What's their effective
broadcast range?

Well, it varies. But I tested
the ones Cerberus built.

Now, they have a
maximum transmitting range

of 2.9 miles.

Two point nine.

Let's see.

Dr. Fowler's home is about here.

His office is about here.

That's the scale of miles.

Two point nine
miles would give us

a circle of that diameter.

And one of that diameter.

Now, Cerberus would have to stay

within these circles in
order to monitor Fowler,

his home life and his patients.

Big help, Steve.

Those chunks of real
estate include a lot of people.

Nobody said it
was gonna be easy.

At least we know
where not to look.

Che,

I want a sound tracking
room rigged, uh, right now,

as close to the doctor's
office as possible.

Better check the FCC
and the phone company.

We need their help on this one.

Won't we need a court
order? Already got one.

And we have
Dr. Fowler's permission.

And Che, install a button
on the doctor's phone

so that he can signal us

when to tune in when
that paranoid calls.

Well, how do we
let the doctor know

what we're doing
without telling Cerberus?

Ben, slip him a note.

Instruct him not to
antagonize Cerberus.

And to keep him on the phone

as long as possible
so we can get a fix.

Okay, gentlemen,
let's move on it.

I know, last week it was
the pressure in my eyes.

Well, I didn't go blind, did I?

But this.

This is real.

There are just some
things you know.

Mary, the hour's about up.

I wanna tell you this.

You don't have hepatitis.

How can you say that?

I'm beginning to jaundice.

I'd call it cutis
ruber, or suntan.

You see these, um,
imagined diseases

are avoidance mechanisms.

I keep telling
myself that, doctor.

Are you sure I'm all right?

I'm sure.

I'm trying.

I really am trying.

I know you are, Mary.

I'll see you same
time next week.

Yes.

CERBERUS: Oh, I'm going blind.

Oh, I'm jaundicing.

Doctor, I'm dying.
Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh.

That screeching crow,

I wouldn't treat her
for her weight in gold.

Well, I admire her courage.
Do you know what...?

What Mary has to do
to get through a day?

Forget her.

He's transmitting. Locate him.

Try, uh, 451 megacycles.

He's on. Start
things on your end.

If I found a way

to get you immunity
from prosecution,

would you be willing
to come forward

and accept psychiatric help,

without any cost to you?

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

The poor treatment risk

shows a little muscle and bingo,

a free psychoanalysis. Free!

I don't need you, doc!

I don't need anybody.

I am my own operation bootstrap!

All right, let's get to figures.

It was five grand.

Now it is ten.

I don't have that kind of cash.

Shut...!

Shut your mouth,
or it will be 20.

I want it in small
bills... Found him.

Coordinates: 27, 53. Grid four.

Put it in an airline bag.

I'll let you know
what to do with it.

Meantime, no cops, no McGarrett.

Understand? Okay. Let's have it.

Che, 40, 19, Grid six.

There's our triangulation point,

at McCully Boulevard.

This is Williams.

Set up road blocks on the canal,

corner of Ala Wai and McCully.

Stop all cars with
transmitter aerials.

Look for tapes.
Arrest all suspects.

Dr. Barnes.

Dr. Fowler. Mm-hm.

She says her name is Eva Haynes.

They brought her into
emergency intake an hour ago.

She's been asking
for you, doctor.

Patient of yours?
Yeah. What happened?

She took a full
bottle of sleeping pills,

changed her mind and
called an ambulance.

Now, we've pumped her
stomach. She's still shaky.

She's in 101.

Okay. Thank you.

Dr. Fowler, you came.

I'm so ashamed.

Eva, I thought we
left all this behind us.

Wasn't your previous
attempt frightening enough?

I couldn't help it.

It was Melissa's birthday.

She would have been 6.

I just couldn't stop
thinking about her,

and then the baby downstairs

began to cough and
cry and gasp for breath

until I was ready to scream.

And I knew what
Melissa died of, doctor,

I knew.

Your child died of a
status asthmaticus,

a physical weakness
she was born with.

It would have happened
no matter where she was.

In your arms, in a hospital,
under a doctor's care.

And your feelings of guilt

about abandoning
her are understandable,

but not about her death.

That wasn't your fault.

Why can't I accept that?

It takes time, Eva.

It takes time.

Now, you'll have to
remain here overnight,

but I wanna see you tomorrow

and every day this week.

Take your medication.

And you sealed off the
Ala Wai and McCully Street

and came up with nobody?

Nobody we could book, Steve.

We didn't find any radio
recording equipment

or handmade tapes.

Just standard stereo
with music tape playbacks.

Did you get pictures of
the people you stopped?

Yes. Doc Fowler should see them.

We need more to go on.

What about the
components to those bugs?

No help. The stores
that carry them

are electronic supermarkets

and they don't keep
track of their customers.

Most of the items are
lying around in open bins.

What he couldn't
afford, he could steal.

Danno, what about
the doc's other patients

at the various clinics?

I fed the names into a
computer and asked for a readout

on any of them that had
an electronic background.

Ham licenses, radio schools.

Came up with three names.

One is in, uh, Japan,

another is stationed at
Edwards Air Force Base,

California, the
third is deceased.

Don't tell me he
beat the computer.

I'm beginning to
buy that 170 I.Q. bit.

But an electronics wizard

just doesn't
spring from thin air.

He must have been
trained somewhere.

There are a lot of
learn-radio-at-home courses.

He might be self-taught.

Yeah.

Okay, we've gotta get
the doctor down here.

But how do you do that
without tipping, uh, Cerberus?

Doc Fowler takes
Wednesday afternoon off.

Duke,

you still remember how to, uh,

work highway patrol?

May I have your
driver's license please?

Yes, sir.

You made an unsafe lane change

about a mile back.

Well, I'm sure I
signaled, officer.

We'll overlook it this
time, but be more careful.

Thank you, officer.

Dr. Fowler.

We haven't seen
you for a long time.

You gonna work out for a while?

Sure am. I need to
work off a little steam.

You still know your
way to the locker room?

I'll follow my nose.

No Big Brother, no body bugs.

You can't know how that feels.

No, no, not familiar.

No.

No.

The last shot taken
at the roadblock.

Cerberus could be someone
I met for ten minutes,

ten years ago.

He could have put on weight,

grown a beard, anything.

Could he be the gardener

or the handyman
around your house?

Carol does her own gardening.

I'm the handyman.

Well, those bugs in your clothes

and in your stereo had
to get there somehow.

Think hard, doctor.

Did you have any houseguests?

No, not since last Christmas.

Wait a minute. How could
that have slipped my mind?

A couple of months ago we
came back from a weekend

at the Kuilima Hotel.

We found a window open,

the closets had been rearranged.

Sure, he cased your house.

Doctor,

are you willing
to take some risk?

To put him away, yes.

Okay.

That airline bag
with the ten grand

is going to Cerberus.

And so are we.

What are you trying to pull?

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but whatever it is, can't
it wait until tomorrow?

You disappeared
from one 1:00 on.

Disappeared?

I didn't hear your
voice, footsteps,

not even any
breathing, for hours.

This was my afternoon off.

I worked out at the gym.

Where did the gym
clothes come from?

Haven't you done
enough? Leave us alone.

Doc, I asked you a question.

I leave them at the gym.

Well, you're getting
rid of those clothes.

And you don't go
near that gym again.

You don't go
anywhere without letting

your exchange
know ahead of time.

Eric, are we his slaves?

Carol.

You can't let this sadist

pull your wings like
some helpless fly.

Shut her up, doc. Shut
her up! Shut her up!

Carol, please.

Get out of my house!

Oh, doc, I feel for you.

No wonder you strayed

and cuddled up to Sharon.

He's been listening in to us

even before we were separated.

I know what you're trying to do.

It won't work.

We love each other and
you'll never destroy us.

Doc, you tell your wife

if she doesn't pipe down,

I'll play tapes of you
and Sharon making love.

And I'll make her listen to them

in every corner of this house.

In the kitchen, in the bedroom,

in the hallway,
morning, noon and night.

All right, now.

What about the ten grand?

Have you got it?

It's waiting in the bank.

Good. Get it in that airline
bag first thing tomorrow.

And you keep it with
you wherever you go,

and keep your car radio on.

Got that? Yes.

Doc, how do you like

licking the boots of
a full-blown psycho?

Bla-bla-bla-bla...

Williams to backup units.

Tune all radios to
tactical frequency

and voice scrambler.

Good morning, Dr. Fowler.

Good morning.

I came for the $10,000
I called ahead about.

Yes, Dr. Fowler, we
have the money for you.

One moment, please.

Here you are, doctor.

Thank you.

Che, there's a power plant
around here somewhere.

Getting any interference?

No, you're coming
in loud and clear.

Get over to the left lane.

Hug the rail.

And when I tell you,

throw the airline
bag over the rail.

Now!

He got rid of the bag.

It's standing still. Let's
get off the freeway.

Williams to special units.

Drop made, Freeway
Exit 17. Stand by.

Bag's moving again. He
must have picked it up.

Turn northeast.

Turning northeast on Route 7.

Still moving.

We're closing in.

The bag, it's stopped.

Williams to special units.

We got a fix.

Coordinates: North 90, east 30.

Move in.

We're real close.

There it is.

The money's gone.

You went to McGarrett again!

The first jolt wasn't
enough for you!

You need more shock therapy.

For starters, you
wasted that ten grand.

It's cop-contaminated.
You're gonna double it!

Hello, Mrs. Atkins.

This is Dr. Fowler.

I'm afraid we're going to
have to discontinue treatment.

It's a police matter.

A severe paranoid has
been harassing my patients.

I'll send you a
complete explanation

and the name of another
psychiatrist by mail.

Please, beware of anyone calling

and playing tapes
over the phone.

Thank you.

It won't work, doc.
It will not work!

Hello, Mr. Buddinger?

This is Dr. Fowler.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

We're gonna have to
discontinue treatment.

It won't work,
doc. It won't work!

Hello?

Is this Eva Haynes?

Yes.

Were you nicknamed
Trixie Haynes?

I'll never admit it.

I just wanna make sure

I'm speaking to
the right person.

Who is this?

You had a child named Melissa?

Who are you?

I swore I'd find you.

You left that beautiful
baby in my car.

Oh, you're the man the
doctor warned me about.

You murdered that child.

She was coughing,
gasping for air,

burning up with fever.

I rushed her to the
hospital, but it was too late.

She died of double pneumonia.

It should have been you.

You murdered that child.

Remember her brown eyes?

Do you remember that?

And her lovely,
beautiful little face.

How?

How can you live
with yourself? How?

Do you deserve to live?

Do you? Think about it.

You don't deserve to live.

You're the one
who should be dead.

Yes, it's Eva Haynes.

I shouldn't have released
her from the hospital.

Steve, switchboard operator

identified a tape of his voice.

Cerberus called just
before Eva jumped.

But I warned her about him.

I want out, completely out.

Well, he's not out.

Neither are we.

Doc,

tell Carol to start selling
her government bonds.

I'm hard up for cash.

And you get back on
that phone to your sickies.

You're back in business
full schedule tomorrow.

No.

Does somebody else have to die?

I keep telling
myself I've got to die,

but why every day?

Well, that's a good
question, Mary.

Goodbye, doctor. Bye-bye.

Hello, Eric, this is Paul.

What can I do for you?

We just did a routine physical

I thought you
ought to know about.

I'm looking at the EKG

of a patient of
yours, Mary Dalton.

I don't wanna discuss
it on the phone.

But, Eric, I think
there's danger

of a massive coronary. Not now.

But, Eric, I wouldn't
have called you

if I didn't think
it was important.

Paul, I can't explain it
now. Just put it in the mail.

Hello, exchange.

Uh, this is Dr. Fowler.

I'm going to stretch
out for a little while.

Take all my calls. Thank you.

Thanks for sticking
with me, McGarrett.

Okay, doc, but the faster

we get you back to
your office, the better.

Cerberus trusts you about as
far as he can throw this building.

But he has to stay
within 2.9 miles of you

to keep track of you. I see.

You wouldn't
have a doctor friend

out in the boondocks somewhere?

Uh, yeah, Jerry Emmett.

Uh, Dr. Emmett.
He's medical director

of the North Shore Valley
Hospital in lettuce country.

Very well. We'll
get to Dr. Emmett.

But when he calls
you for a consultation,

don't turn him down and,
uh, don't send him a bill.

Hello, Eric.

Eric, can you get
up here right away?

We've got a
psychiatric emergency.

One of our farmers,

a fellow named Fred
Walsh, has gone berserk.

He's locked himself in his room.

He's throwing things
out the window.

We don't know
what to do with him.

Leave him alone.

I'll be there in 40 minutes.

Hello, exchange.

This is Dr. Fowler.

Cancel all of my
afternoon appointments.

Call Carol and tell her

I'm on an emergency.

I'll be home late. Thank you.

No place for Cerberus
to hide out here.

Let's hope he
went after the bait.

H.P.D. copter 2 to McGarrett.

Yeah, McGarrett to copter 2.

Are you on voice scrambler?

Roger.

Go ahead, copter 2.

Only two vehicles
in the vicinity

of the doctor's convertible.

All right.

Uh, maintain surveillance

and get their license numbers.

North Shore Valley Hospital.

Chaplain's office, please.

Chaplain's office, Father Shea.

May I help you?

Father, uh, could you tell me

what's wrong with my
cousin, Fred Walsh?

I heard he threw
some kind of fit.

Fred Walsh?

You have the wrong hospital.

There's no one
here by that name.

I surely thank you, Father.
Thank you very much.

I don't understand.

Who blew it?

Your friend Dr. Emmett

was told to alert
the entire staff.

Somehow he forgot the chaplain.

Doc,

who do you think
he'll go after next?

Your best guess.

I'd say, um, Mary Dalton.

He's indicated
some hatred for her

and she is vulnerable.

McGarrett to central.

Patch me through to Chin Ho.

Chin Ho.

Chin, get the phone company
to put tracing equipment

on Mary Dalton's
apartment, right now.

Do we have an okay?

Don't worry. We'll
get her permission.

Done.

Okay, gentlemen, get in.

This should put us well
beyond his 2.9 receiving range.

What now?

Both of you go in there
and switch clothes.

Now, Danno, when you
get within Cerberus' range,

you'll be carrying
doc's bugging devices

so take a walk, go to a movie,

whatever, but don't
talk to anybody.

Doc, after you dress,
you'll be coming with me.

And as for your
heart condition, Mary,

with the right
medication and diet,

we can keep it
under good control.

You still think
that terrible man

is going to phone?

We don't know. He might.

I feel like my ulcer
is coming back again.

Well, Mary, simply drink milk.

What do I do if it's him?

Keep him on the phone
as long as possible.

Where are you going?

To the radio in my car.

Hello?

Is this Mary Dalton?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Just a minute.

I've dropped my needlepoint.

I'm tangled up in yarn.

Don't go away.

I'll... I'll be right back.

Yeah, go ahead.

They're running
the trace now, Steve.

Let's hope he stays
put long enough.

It's still a mess,

but it's up off the floor.

Now, what can I do for you?

Mary, this is Dr. Faraday
at the hospital.

It's time you knew the truth.

I want you to hear this. Listen.

Miss Dalton suffers
severely from anxiety.

I, uh, don't think she should
be told of her condition.

Well, somebody ought to know.

Her blood pressure is 100...

Steve, we got the phone number.

768-2300.

It's a phone booth
at the Kahala Mall.

Ben, Duke, get over
to the Kahala Mall.

He's using a public
payphone there.

We're on our way, Steve.

Chin, get over to Mary
Dalton's apartment

and pick up Dr. Fowler.

Bring him to the Kahala
Mall. I may need him there.

On my way.

I'll start her on an
anti-hypertensive.

I'd also start her

on a coronary
dilator and a diuretic.

Fine.

Suspect spotted.

Headed for the
back of the building.

Let's check that truck.

He's our man.

That's... That's our
building mailman.

You looked right
past me every day!

You spit at me
at the Oahu clinic,

but I'll get you.

I don't care if it
takes five years,

ten years, 20 years.

I'll get you, doc.
I will get you.

I don't know about you,

but that right hook sure
made me feel better.

Too bad you can't
cure a psychotic

with a right hook, huh, doc?