Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 5 - The Jinn Who Clears the Way - full transcript

( upbeat surf theme playing)

(crickets chirping)

(silenced gun shots)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(alarm wailing)

You were to kill all the guards.

We shot them all.

But you didn't kill
them all! Get in.

All the clothing the
dead man is wearing

will be picked up
by that CIA team.

What about autopsy procedures?



There's a CIA pathologist
on his way to the morgue now.

Our coroner will
be working with him.

No identifying photographs
are to be made of the dead man.

Just check the body
in as a John Doe,

cause of death, uh,
automobile accident.

Per whose instructions?

Mine.

It was authorized
by Jonathan Kaye,

Chief of Special
Operations, Pentagon.

Yes, sir.

The Pentagon wants
this island sealed off.

As of now, nothing leaves.

Notify all federal
agencies this is a J-35.

Done. You'll have the
evidence reports in half an hour.



Courier them to me at
the Diamond Head Crater.

What did he have on him, Danno?

Huh, what's always on 'em.

Birth certificate, uh,
Leonard Walsh, Kansas City.

Passport, Walter
Hanson, Phoenix.

Navy discharge card

in the name of Leo
Seltzer, Pittsfield, Mass.

A picture signed, uh,
"To my fiancé Frank."

Anybody buys all that,

there'd have to be eight
guys on that stretcher.

Well, you know and I know
the one we'll bury is Connor.

Sir, from the
submarine, a message.

"To Wo Fat, our position
has been detected.

"Per Peking instructions,

"we are returning at
once to the homeland

"via diversionary route K4M.

Good luck. Signed, the captain."

(scoffs): Luck?

Our success will
not depend on luck,

but on forethought.

Thanks to your bungling,

we must now put contingency
Plan B into operation.

Chow Lee, I must talk
to that young American,

uh, Tom... Tom Wong.

Whatever happens,

this mission will
be accomplished.

There's no enjoyment greater

than to sit quietly
with a cup of tea

and possess full knowledge

of those things which
have not yet occurred.

(phone rings)

That will be a report

that Mr. McGarrett has
left the test installation.

MAN: Yes?

Wait.

McGarrett has left.

Tell Lee Ton that
McGarrett is on his way

by helicopter to
Diamond Head Crater.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

( upbeat theme playing)

Jonathan. Good
to see you, Steve.

This is a preliminary report
from the scene of the theft.

How clean a job is it, Steve?

I'd say it was a
very well-planned hit.

Half hour before dawn.

The dogs were drugged by darts,

the kind fired from air rifles.

GIs were shot to
death, point-blank range.

We're in big trouble, Steve.

What was stolen, Jonathan?

A device.

A prototype for an
ICBM guidance system.

Its strategic importance
is impossible to measure.

This device, the unit,

is the size of two packages
of cigarettes, Steve,

yet it would replace a
unit of about 36 cubic feet.

Then the entire missile
could be scaled down,

more mobility, less fuel.

That's right.

That device must be
recovered, and quickly.

At least we have some
starting ground in Connor.

But Connor...

He's the one part of this
puzzle that baffles me.

He was shot from
outside the fence,

but by nobody
from the installation

and the device was not on him.

Meaning what?

Meaning he could've been killed

by one of his own
accomplices, but why?

Doesn't make sense.

You know anything
about this Connor?

Oh, I knew him well.

Specialized in safes.

Seven arrests, one conviction.

Never been known to carry a gun.

But in this case, he had a gun.

It had a silencer on it,
but it had not been fired.

Now, my guess was that he
was approached to pull this job.

I don't think he
was bright enough

or well-connected enough

to plan a job of this
magnitude on his own.

So you think that his
partner or partners killed him

to keep all the money they
would get for the device?

Either that or Connor was marked
for killing from the beginning.

Steve, I've spoken
to the governor

and he's agreed to my
putting you in charge

of this whole thing.
Whatever you say, Jonathan.

I'll call the CIA, the FBI,
Army and Navy intelligence,

and tell them to
work through you.

Steve, we have to
recover that device,

and quickly.

No matter the cost.

WONG: And for an
American like me,

to know where the
future really lies,

to know that it dwells in
China and to be caged here,

to be kept from
it... It's torture.

I appreciate your
feelings, Thomas.

And people here won't listen,
even my own brother George.

He's so blind.

Patience, Thomas.

Real patience, that is
our principal weapon.

Isn't the Hawaiian
view beautiful?

Yes, you would
find truth in China,

but you know we
need people here too.

Americans like yourself
who possess the truth.

Otherwise, who will be waiting

for that moment in
time when a single act

could progress our
cause a thousand leagues?

Oh, not just by
inches, but by miles.

What a heroic chance

for a dedicated young
man like yourself.

There is no way
to make them see,

only force.

Each thing in its
own time, Thomas.

Your time will come, Thomas.

Wait.

And when it comes,

you must be prepared
to do what must be done.

What have you got, Danno?

Connor had a room
at 3037 Kalakaua.

Fleabag joint down by the docks.

Chin and Ben are there
now, and I'm on my way.

Okay. What about the
gun we found on Connor?

Nothing yet, Steve.

Push hard, Danno. We
need the information.

And press Che on the slugs
they took out of those GIs.

Will do. Anything else?

Get hold of Parker at
FBI and Sims at CIA.

Ask them both to be
in my office in an hour.

Right.

(gunshot)

Che, got anything on that
gun I gave you of Connor's?

Nothing on. I just
fired a test bullet

without the silencer.

I'm gonna send it to the
Washington computer again.

Okay, get it off right away,
and mark the request "A6K."

Special code numbers.
What's the big deal?

You're not supposed
to ask that, Che.

Excuse me, I didn't ask.

Gentlemen.

We've been briefed, Steve.
What do you want done?

Get all your people onto
Connor's movements

over the past
three to six months.

This has probably
been perking a long time,

and Connor is our only lead.

Are you gonna bring in
Army and Navy intelligence?

They're already in,

but channel all information
through this office.

We need a description of
the device that was stolen.

Weight, 19 ounces.

Two and an eighth by 2 and
an eighth by 6 inches long.

Pocket sized.

Yeah. That's what's going
to make this one tough.

It could be in any
pocket on this island.

Turn left at this corner.

Make a right at the next signal.

Now, if the traffic is light,
you'll probably be early,

so wait until the
appropriate moment.

This is the man.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(tires screech)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Is it done? It is.

George Wong is dead?

Dead or dying. He
could not have survived.

(speaking in Chinese)

The plan proceeds.
Well done, Carl.

Now give me the details.

As you make your reports
Officer Browning will feed

the information
into the computer.

Now let's start with the FBI.
What do you have, Mr. Parker?

New facts, nothing.

To reconfirm, Connor
was a complete loner,

no friends, no
woman, no tie-ups.

Moved around like a
fly on a lump of sugar.

Nine times in the past year.

Nothing in CIA
records at all on Connor,

not even the
aliases that he used.

Commander Smallitt.

We checked the Navy
discharge. It's a phony.

What about your people over
at Army intelligence, Sam?

Zero.

We've started a check of
information leaks from here.

So far we haven't found any.

Excuse me.

Chin?

It was a dead end
on that phone number

Connor had written down.

It's a phone booth
near the test installation.

Well, it's probably
a waste of time now,

but have Che try to
pick up some prints.

Well, he's on his
way now, Steve.

Okay. Do you
want to sit in, Chin?

Something wrong?

( somber theme playing)

What is it?

A cousin of mine, George Wong,

was killed

by a hit-and-run
driver 20 minutes ago.

If you can spare me, I'd, uh...

I'd like to work with
H.P.D. on this one.

I'm terribly sorry,
Chin. Of course.

Of course I can spare you,
but keep in constant touch.

You know what we're on.
I may have to call you in.

Sure, Steve. Thanks.

And if there was any
way, we'd be on it with you.

I'll check in every half hour.

All right, gentlemen,
obvious question...

Who would want to acquire
that guidance device?

Any government with an ICBM.

But Connor was a
second-rate safe man.

Any government
seriously interested

in stealing the guidance device

would send in their best people,

not hire a mediocre outsider.

Granted. On the other
hand, Connor was a loner.

Left a string of bodies.
That's not Connor's style.

Besides, how do we account

for the information
they had to have

to break into the installation.

I mean, knowing the
device even exists.

And the fact that the thieves
went directly to the safe

where the device was stored.

If they knew where to
go, they knew what to take.

There were test reports
and blueprints in that safe

that weren't touched. They knew.

(phone rings)

It could be the
work of some jobber,

an agent or a former agent.

Dug himself up a pair
of semi-reliable hoods,

told them where to
go and what to grab,

and they did it. Hang on, Che.

I'd bet six months' pay

that gizmo is on its
way to Switzerland

to be sold at a small
but private auction.

It's happened before.

Steve, Che Fong at the lab.

He's got something
new on Connor.

Yes, Che? Hold it just a minute.

I'm gonna put it on speaker.

Go ahead, Che.

CHE: Steve, in going
over Connor's clothes,

we came across a
small piece of flower stem

caught in the fiber
of his trousers.

It's from an unusual
kind of African violet.

It's not rare, but
requires careful tending.

It's strictly a
collector's item.

Good work, Che. Thank you.

(shuts off speaker)

Ben, check with
the Garden Society.

See if you can compile a list

of people who
grow African violets.

Duke, uh, check
with the nurseries,

garden supply
dealers, people like that.

All right, gentlemen,

to get back to
question number one,

who benefits most
from having this device?

As I said, any government

with an intercontinental
ballistic missile.

Any government?
That's a pretty big spread.

All right, let's narrow it
down with a calculated guess.

Where is Wo Fat?

Nothing to tie him to this.

McGARRETT: There's nothing
to say he isn't tied to this, either.

So I ask you again,
gentlemen, where is Wo Fat?

Last we heard, Peking.

Uh-uh. He's at Subic
in the Philippines.

Our people had
him in San Francisco.

Figures.

Well, if Wo Fat
can be in Peking,

or Subic, or in San Francisco,

there is no reason to believe

that he cannot be
right here in Honolulu.

(telegraph beeping)

Sir, from Peking,

"Considering excessive
trail of devastation

"left in your wake, your
failure is inexcusable.

"We are displeased.

"Holding you
personally responsible

for delivery of the device."

The signature?

Hong Sue.

General Hong Sue.

So Peking is becoming
sensitive about bodies,

yet they expect a
successful mission.

They make my task difficult.

( somber theme playing)

I can't believe he's dead, Chin.

I've come to extend
my condolence

to your father and
all in his house.

My father is in the terrace.

How is Tommy taking it?

Very badly.

He's unbelievably shaken up.

Well, after all,
they were brothers.

I'm glad to see that blood
is thicker than politics.

And your father? How is he?

WOMAN: He's a very
brave old man, Chin.

You'll see for yourself.

(speaking in Chinese)

(speaking in Chinese)

The tea, Alma, please.

There's no end to the well
of my sadness, nephew.

Take comfort in the knowledge

that all that can be done

is being done to find
the man responsible.

I'm sure, nephew, you
are going to see to it

that justice is served.

There was a time
when the Tons preserved

our ancient justice,

when I would have
sought out that man

and demanded vengeance.

I think now that vengeance

would have a bitter taste.

Thomas, I was told
that your brother

met with a most
unfortunate accident.

I wish to extend my condolences.

Thank you.

I only wish he could
have lived long enough

to have seen the
true wave of the future.

Well spoken, Thomas.

May I ask how the
accident occurred?

Hit-and-run.

The police have the car

and a reliable
description of the driver.

He'll be taken.

So justice may then
once be served here.

Do they know the
name of the man?

No, not yet,

but he wrecked his car
escaping and had to run.

Some people on the street,

they all got a good look at him.

Most fortunate.

Most fortunate.

(knock on door)

Who is it? MAN:
Ho Sing. Open up.

What is this?

The George Wong assignment.

You do recall that enterprise?

I was where I was
supposed to be.

I hit him. He's dead.

True, but that is
not the full extent

of the incident, is it?

I told you I wrecked the car.

But you didn't tell me
that you were seen.

It all happened too fast
for anyone to identify me.

That was a mistake
on your part, Carl.

Your second mistake.

It was an accident.

Semantics, Carl!

The truth of the
situation is very real.

You were seen.

If you are identified,

our entire plan is jeopardized.

(gun cocks)

Wo Fat, no.

I can be on a plane
to Australia in an hour.

You could be, Carl,
but you'll not be.

(silenced shot)

(tires screech)

Steve, what's up?

There's been a murder here.

The man raised, um,

orchids and African violets.

Let's go, Danno.

Recognize him?

By me.

Steve, he had six varieties.

This one is the right
strain to match up

the stem fragment
found on Connor.

Any way to prove
that that particular one

came from this plant?

Not too likely,
but it's possible.

I'll see what I can do.

And have a look over here.

I'm taking all the ashes
back to the lab with me.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's good, Che.

See if you can
decipher these letters.

I'll take anything you
can give me on this,

on the violets,
and on the weapon.

We may have a
new lead, gentlemen.

We won't be sure until
Dan Williams gets here

with an identification
and full report.

Meanwhile, any new developments?

We have a definite fix
on Wo Fat's movements.

Okay, let's have it. He
left Peking on Sunday.

He was in New
Zealand on Tuesday.

We was then booked
on a plane to Guam.

The ticket was used,
but it wasn't Wo Fat.

We found he has two
doubles who meet him

and replace him
at various times.

This was one of them.

We cross-indexed
the times and locations

of an unidentified submarine,

and matching that with a report

that Wo Fat left, uh, New
Zealand on Tuesday night,

the probability is that
he was on that sub.

Headed where?

There was a sighting
220 miles off Hawaii.

It was picked up
again the next afternoon

90 miles off Oahu.

Not much doubt it
was coming here.

If Wo Fat was on that sub,
then the odds are he's here now.

Anything, Danno?

A full package on the dead man.

His actual name is Chu Sing Tu.

Also known as Carl Tu.

Taiwan Chinese national.

He worked the smuggling rackets,

became a contract killer.

He was being hunted
for two murders on Taiwan

when he disappeared.

Next time he was seen
was when we saw him dead.

Every man we have available

must be assigned to
this case, gentlemen.

This is no longer top priority.

It's the only priority.

Is that clear? Yes, sir.

( tense theme playing)

The next step.

Tonight.

( ominous theme playing)

(muffled grunting)

( dramatic theme playing)

( tense theme playing)

Doc says one more minute.

Good.

Chin, did anyone
in the Wong family

object to the autopsy?

No.

They were baffled
but they agreed.

And no one objected?

No, Steve. No one.

All right, for your information,

Sims tells me that Tom Wong

is still an active Maoist.

He's become more cagey
since his arrest and conviction,

no more waving of
Mao's little red book,

but, uh, that's still his bag.

Now, I'm going to
want to talk with him.

I know he's part
of your family, Chin,

and I can't order you, but
with what's at stake here,

I'd like you to be there,
I think you can help.

CHIN HO: All right, Steve.

(door opens)

Gentlemen.

It wasn't his heart, Steve.

Mr. Wong was suffocated.

There were traces of fiber
in his throat and mouth.

Until we get the analysis back
from the lab we can't be sure,

but it looks like his pillow
was held over his face.

Also, there was
some epidermal tissue

under his nails.

I've sent that down to
the lab for analysis too.

My guess, Mr. Wong struggled,

scratched his murderer.

When will we get
the full report, doc?

As soon as I hear
from the lab, you'll hear.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Now, can you tell
me why I had to get up

in the middle of the
night for this one?

No.

( somber theme playing)

So if those officers
hadn't identified Carl Tu,

well, then you wouldn't
have been able to tie him

to the two deaths
in the Wong family.

Well, we have some
open questions, Jonathan.

There's no doubt about it.

I forgot what I was gonna say.

(scoffs): You'd better
get some sleep, Steve.

Yeah. Yeah.

We'll run it again
tomorrow, Steve.

There is one small
comfort to sleep on.

The...

The guidance device hasn't
shown up yet anywhere else,

so the odds are
it's still on the island.

All right, Jonathan.

I'll give you a full report
first thing in the morning.

Good night.

Good night, Steve.

(crickets chirping)

Thomas.

I came here as soon as possible.

I understand, Thomas.

That is why when I heard
of your father's death,

that I wanted to see you.

I share your loss, Thomas,

but I also bring you good
news to ease your loss.

Your father's time
has ended, Thomas.

Now is the beginning
of your time.

How?

The single most important
service to our cause

will soon rest in
your hands, Thomas.

Now I must ask, are
you prepared to do

whatever it is that
must be done?

I would gladly give my life.

(speaking in Chinese)

Steve.

Oh. Hi, Danno.

(groans)

What have you got?

Some hot coffee
and some information.

Thanks.

(groans)

Well, Mr. Wong was
suffocated with his own pillow,

and the epidermal tissue
under the fingernails was human,

blood Type A.

What type is the old man?

A-O.

Mm. Tastes like battery acid,

but it's good. It's good.

Well, it was on the
hot plate all night.

What else?

Che Fong sent the
violet plant from Carl Tu's

and the piece of stem
from Connor's body

to the university
for a full analysis.

We got lucky.

Tu used a special plant food.

He mixed it himself.

No question but
that the piece of stem

found on Connor's body
came from Tu's plant.

In fact, the report
says it's impossible

to have come from any other.

Hm.

So that locks Connor
and Carl Tu to each other.

That's not all. They were
killed with the same gun.

Carl Tu burned Connor
at the Army installation,

and then someone
got ahold of his own gun

and shot him with it.

Any prints on the gun?

No. Wiped clean.

What about those
burned fragments of paper

that Che came up
with at, uh Carl Tu's?

He was working
on it when I left him.

Okay, Danno, when,
uh... When Chin comes in,

tell him I'd like to see him,

and, uh, stick close to Che
and those burn fragments.

See if they can make
anything of that printing, huh?

Right. (buzzes)

I'm gonna shower if you need me.

( ominous theme playing)

Are you certain he
was not followed?

MAN (over radio
): There is no one.

He is alone.

Thomas.

Yes.

( dramatic theme playing)

You want me, Steve?

Yeah, Chin. I want Tommy
Wong picked up for questioning,

and I want you to do it.

I know he's your cousin,

but I'd rather you do
it than anyone else.

You're onto something.

Well, it's only a theory,
and it's a wild one.

Whether it holds
up or not depends

on a couple of questions
I've got to ask your cousin.

Steve, no matter what
Tommy's political views are,

I can't believe he's involved

in the death of his
own brother and father.

We don't know that he is, Chin,

but we do know that
there is a connection

between the Wong family

and that stolen guidance device.

Okay, that much we know.

If Tommy is
involved in the theft,

he's probably being watched.

Now, find some
excuse to bring him in.

We don't want to, uh,
give him an opportunity

to signal anyone.

Well, they'll need

a special permit
for the funeral.

My uncle wanted a
traditional ceremony

and, uh, burial in Taiwan.

I'll use that as an
excuse to bring him in.

Good.

Theory, huh?

If I'm right, Chin,

the centerpiece of this plot

is an ancient Chinese tradition.

Now, go get Tommy.
Bring him to Room 9.

( tense theme playing)

This is my cousin Thomas Wong.

Steve McGarrett.

Tom, my condolences.

Thank you.

Chin tells me I
have you to thank

for arranging the special permit

for our traditional
funeral procession,

Mr. McGarrett.

My sisters and I
thank you for our father.

Tom, I'm afraid

I have some rough
information for you.

Would you sit down, please?

What do you mean,
rough information?

About what?

Both your father
and your brother

were murdered.

That's preposterous.

George was killed
in an accident.

My father's heart failed.

That's exactly what the killer

wants us to think.

Is there anything you can
tell me about these murders?

There were no murders.

There was an accident

and an old man who
died of natural causes.

All right.

I really think you believe that,

and I accept your statement

that you know nothing
about the murders,

so there are a few
facts you should know.

Danno, will you get
the lights, please?

Sit down, please.

Jerry.

(projector clicks)

You know this man?

No.

Danno. DANNO: His name is...

Was Chu Sing Tu,
known as Carl Tu.

He was a contract killer

involved in a burglary
here in Honolulu.

He killed his accomplice

and later got killed in turn.

We believe he works
for a man named Wo Fat.

That name mean anything to you?

What does this Carl Tu
have to do with my family?

He was the man who murdered
your brother, ran him down.

Tried to make it
look like an accident.

I was told it was hit-and-run.

How can you be sure
this was the man?

Positive identification
by four witnesses.

But you are saying
that he did it on purpose.

My brother never
even knew this man.

I never heard him
mention any Carl Tu.

That's true.

Your brother did
not know Carl Tu,

but Carl Tu knew
who your brother was.

He was his target.

I don't believe it.

Jerry.

(projector clicks)
McGARRETT: Che.

CHE: These charred
fragments were found

in Carl Tu's house
after he was killed.

The paper is standard bond.

Any watermark was
destroyed when it was burned,

but the typeface is distinctive.

We checked it out.

The printing was done

by a Chinese printer
downtown. Liu Tsu.

There was only one job he did

where the letters "ng" and "ai"

were in the right position.

Jerry?

(projector clicks)

Tom, your brother was killed

as he was crossing the street,

walking away from his office.

This was how Carl Tu
knew where to find him.

Why else do you
think he burned it?

Incriminating evidence.

Yeah.

And Carl Tu was killed in turn

because he bungled the job.

He was seen by witnesses,

and Wo Fat does
not like bungled jobs.

Why kill George?

What reason?

Same reason your
father was killed.

You don't expect me to believe

my father was murdered too.

He was smothered
with his pillow.

Jerry?

(projector clicks)

This is the autopsy report.

He scratched his killer.

That was all he could
do to fight for his life.

This is all a lie, all of it!

Lies, lies, lies!

Lies!

Tom, listen to me. Listen to me.

Why would we lie to you?

To preserve some other lie.

No, Tom. It's all true.

Why would anyone kill my father?

He was old, dying. Why?

All right, Tom, listen to me.

Listen to me carefully.

Both your father and
your brother had to die

so that you would
be left the eldest son.

I don't understand.

Now, you're being used.

Whether you like it or
not, you're being used.

Your father wanted
to be buried in Taiwan.

Wo Fat knew that.

He needs something
smuggled out of this country.

What better way to
do it than in a coffin

bound for Taiwan?

He could easily get it from
Taiwan to mainland China.

Now, do you understand?

But first, he needed
someone he could trust

to put the object in the coffin.

Your father had to die

so that he could
be buried in Taiwan.

George had to die so
that the responsibility

would fall to you,
as the eldest son,

to carry out your
father's instructions.

Now, it's obvious

George would not
cooperate with Wo Fat,

but a dedicated
young Maoist would.

No. No.

No comrade would murder
my father and brother.

Oh, you don't know
comrade Wo Fat.

I don't believe you.

All right, let me
ask you this, Tom.

You don't have to
answer if you don't want to.

Just think the answers
through in your own mind.

Did you see Wo Fat today?

Was he with a tall man,
the man he's always with?

That tall man is Wo Fat's
most trusted assassin.

He is the man who
killed your father

under Wo Fat's instructions.

Now, did you notice any
scratches on that tall man,

backs of the hands, maybe?

( mysterious theme playing)

Now take all those facts
and put them together,

and let me ask you
one more question.

Did Wo Fat ask you to help him

smuggle something out of Hawaii?

Answer me!

( dramatic theme playing)

( somber theme playing)

MAN: You want to see me?

I want to see Wo Fat.

Impossible.

Make it possible.

I'll try to get a
message to him.

What is it? Tell him...

Tell him there's a
question I must ask him

face-to-face,
before the funeral.

But the funeral is
tomorrow at noon.

That's right. I must
see him tonight

or in the morning, but no
later than noon tomorrow.

If I don't see him,

this coffin will not be placed
aboard the ship for Taiwan.

If I don't see him,

my father will be
buried here in Hawaii.

A very dangerous message.

Tell him.

( tense theme playing)

( exotic theme playing)

( somber theme playing)

It is time.

No, not yet.

We cannot delay any longer.

We will wait.

You are the eldest son.

It is your obligation
to begin now.

I am the eldest son,

and I say we will wait.

How long?

Till I tell you.

( tense theme playing)

(door closes)

You said you had a
question to ask me.

Ask it, and quickly.

Yes, comrade, one question.

Did you have my father
and brother murdered?

Thomas, I'll take
the device now.

You used me.

For only a moment longer.

You betrayed me.

Thomas, you betrayed China.

Murderer.

So Mr. McGarrett.

McGARRETT: What
happened this time, Wo Fat,

your luck ran out?

No man is perfect,
Mr. McGarrett.

Every man's plans and designs

are born of imperfect minds.

Interesting.

This is a, uh,

genuine United States passport?

It is.

You profess to
be a U.S. citizen?

(chuckles)

I profess to be a
citizen of the world,

but specifically,
for the moment,

I am as my passport declares.

Oh, that I am glad to hear
because as a U.S. citizen,

I can also charge
you with treason.

Ah, there's an irony for you.

And with robbery and
with murder as well.

And those charges, I
guarantee you, will stick.

Then I should be grateful

for the abolition of
capital punishment,

should I not? (
intercom buzzes)

Yes, send him in.

There's a gentleman
on his way in

who has been looking
forward to meeting you

longer than I have.

This would be Mr. Jonathan Kaye.

There's a plane waiting
to take Mr. Wo Fat

to Hong Kong, Steve.

There's a what?

Wo Fat is being returned
to his government,

and the decision is firm.

Jonathan, this
man is a murderer.

There's a string of a
dozen bodies tied to him.

Steve, I know that
as well as you do.

The decision is
still irrevocable.

What do you mean
it's irrevocable?

He committed
crimes in this state,

capital crimes.

This is my jurisdiction.
Why is it irrevocable?

Mr. Kaye will explain
as soon as I've left.

We see now your
imperfection, Mr. McGarrett.

Had I been in your place,

I would not have
taken you alive.

That I can be sure of.

Given the option, however,

I know that you would
always preserve my life.

May I begin my
journey now, Mr. Kaye?

I believe my continued presence

would only cause Mr. McGarrett

greater anguish
than he already feels.

There's an escort
waiting outside

to take you to your plane.

You may keep the passport

and the other few items as
mementos, Mr. McGarrett.

I wish you continued
good health.

Mr. Kaye.

(speaking in Chinese)

(closes door)

You sold me out, Jonathan.

You sold me out.

Wait a minute, Steve. Believe
me. There was no choice.

That I cannot accept!

All right, Steve.
You're entitled.

There was a U-2 incident.

That was under Eisenhower.

Not this one. This
was three years ago,

over China.

This time no one took his shoe
off and banged it on the table.

This time the Chinese
just took the pilot

and threw him in
an isolation cell,

and they kept him there for
three years incommunicado.

Now, Steve, we tried every
form of negotiation there is.

They wouldn't even discuss it...

until today.

They're exchanging
Wo Fat for that pilot?

That's right. Captain
Russell Campton

is on his way
home, Steve, today.

You made it possible.

( dramatic theme playing)

( upbeat surf theme playing)