Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 5, Episode 8 - Journey Out of Limbo - full transcript

( upbeat surf theme playing)

( mellow theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

MAN: Hey, Bellak,
stop the motor!

Hold the sand!

(sirens wailing)

A very thorough report, Steve.

Let me bring you up to date.

Lin Mai-Lu is now en route

from Peking to Hong
Kong in a Chinese jet.

VIP.



There he'll
transfer to a charter.

And arrive here
tomorrow 1500 hours

accompanied by
his private secretary.

And who's, uh,
guarding him en route?

Air Force Security.

Both Peking and Washington
agreed things should be handled

as unostentatiously as possible.

That, uh, stresses the fact
that his visit is unofficial.

That he's here by invitation
of an old wartime friend.

After all, Norton Hummel
is a private American citizen.

However, if, uh, Mr. Hummel
and the Chinese minister

want to chitchat about possible

Chinese-American
trade relations,

uh, that's just fine.



And if they don't succeed,
nobody loses face.

Exactly. (telephone rings)

Yes?

Yeah.

Ben Kokua for you.

Yeah, Ben.

What hospital?

No, I'm on my way.

Excuse me, sir.

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing)

Okay, hold it.

Danno?

Danno?

All right, take him in.

( mysterious theme playing)

( mysterious theme continues)

Thank you, nurse.

Ben.

Get these to the lab.

Tell Che I want
the full treatment.

CHIN HO: Steve?

The driver of the
truck, name's Art Bellak.

Looks familiar?

Yeah, I ran him through
the brain at H.P.D.

Came up with a conviction for
armed robbery, second offense.

He got three to five.

Paroled last April.

Look, I don't know nothing.

He wasn't in the truck

when I picked up
sand at Makapu'u Point.

That's all I can tell you.

Yeah.

The loaders support
his story, Steve.

He picked up the sand here,

and moved ever along
Kalanianaole Highway.

Did you stop anywhere
along the way?

No, sir.

Except for traffic
signals when I hit town.

Makuu Drive is where
he dumped the sand.

And Danno.

It's, uh, four miles from
Hanauma Bay to Kaimuki.

Now, somewhere along this route,

Danny either climbed or
was thrown into the truck.

Some throw, the
sides are 9 feet high.

Okay, thanks.

You mean I can go?

Yeah.

Dig deeper.

Check his parole officer,
associates, hangouts.

I want the book on him.

( mysterious theme playing)

DOC: Commotio cerebri.

In layman's terms,
a brain concussion.

McGARRETT: What
caused it, doc? A blow?

Or a fall, can't say.
Nor can Danny.

Why not? He can't remember.

His brain's been bruised.

He can't remember?

But... But, he will remember
eventually, won't he?

This kind of amnesia is
common among athletes, Steve.

Particularly football players.

Sometimes they have
flashes of recollection,

but sometimes they don't.

( melancholy theme playing)

Hello, Danno.

Hi, Steve.

I wake you?

No, I-I wasn't asleep. I...

I was thinking.

Do you ever wake
up in a strange place

and forget where you
were or how you got there?

Sure.

Kind of a scary
feeling, isn't it?

Yeah.

Except, in a few seconds,
you can remember.

It'll all come back.
Just give it a little time.

(sighs)

What happened?

All we know is that you
have a brain concussion.

Nothing serious.

Doctor said you could
walk out of here right now,

except that he wants to keep
you overnight for observation.

Just routine.

Hm.

It is still Thursday?

Sure. My day off.

Right.

I remember this morning.

I got up, I got out of bed.

It was early.

I got dressed.

I got dressed to go out.

What? What, Danno?

And then, I don't know.

I don't know, the next
thing I know I'm here,

a-and everything in between
now and then is blank.

But you did say you got dressed.

For what? Do you remember?

You wore sneakers. Does
that suggest anything?

Sailing, maybe?

Hand...? Handball?

Uh, no, I... It's no use.

Danno, try, try, dredge it up!

Steve, I am trying. I'm trying.

I'm blank. I can't think.
It... M-my whole mind...

Nothing like this has
ever happened to me.

I don't know... All right.

Okay.

Easy.

I'll be back later.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Mr. Hummel called,
asked if you wanted him

to be at the security meeting.

Said I was sure you would.

You said right, Ben.

What do you got, Che?

A start.

Horse dander. Horse what?

Minute particles from the
hair and skin of a horse.

Found them on Danny's jeans.

In other words, he
was riding a horse?

Not a horse. A roan.

How many teeth did it have?

You give him time,
he'll give you that too.

If he were thrown,

it could explain
his head injury.

Yeah.

Check the riding academies, Ben.

Steve.

Parole officer says
Bellak kept his nose clean

since he was sprung.

Yeah, that figures.

If he'd have zapped Danno,

I don't think he would
have dumped him

in front of a dozen witnesses.

Do we scratch him, then?

Yeah, for now.

W-what else, Che?

He was moving
through high brush.

Found burrs on his sneakers.

Why high brush?
Burrs on his shirt too.

Well, he might have fallen.

No.

The shirt was ripped
in three places.

Like he was running
through the stuff.

McGARRETT: What about
this blood on his jeans?

Not his.

I hope it's not a common type.

Very uncommon.

A horse's blood.

( dramatic theme playing)

(tires screeching)

My understanding that Lin Mai-Lu

is coming here
directly from the airport.

That's the plan.

He is to be my
houseguest during his stay.

All right.

There's a possible sniper
cover down there, Duke.

We'll patrol it.

I've decided on a route for
the motorcade from the airport.

Namely?

I'll tell you tomorrow
when he gets in the car.

You figure he's that hot?

Red Chinese politico?

Mr. Hummel, I
think it would be wise

if all your meetings
with Mr. Lin

were held here at your home,

so that we could
protect him properly.

And please discourage him
from playing tourist while he's here.

Well, now, several
things have been planned.

There's the boat
ride and the trip to...

All right, let's... Let's just
hold it down to the boat ride.

That agreed?

Twenty years ago, we
and the Communist Chinese

were fighting each
other in Korea.

Now here I am, assigned to
guard one of their ministers.

The world turns, Duke.

It sure does, bruddah.

We'll go over the whole
operation again from A to Z.

(phone rings) Duke?

I beg your pardon.

Yes?

Oh, it's for you.

McGarrett.

All right, patch him through.

Mr. Hummel, were you a Marine?

I thought you were
Army all the way.

I was. That's my son.

Yeah, Ben?

Steve, I hit a little pay dirt.

I'm at a riding stable
near Koko Head.

Danny's car is here, but
that's all I have for now.

The owner's gone for the day,
and nobody else knows anything.

Good, Ben, good.

You, uh, pick up Danno in the
morning when he's discharged

and bring him out there.

Maybe seeing the place
again will help him remember.

Right.

( funky theme playing)

(horses neighing)

Well?

(sighs)

Nothing.

Cal.

Ben?

Danny, this is Cal Chambers,

owner of the stable.

Understand you were hurt.

Yeah.

Sorry, Mr. Williams.

Heh. Don't you remember me?

Just yesterday I saddled
you one of my mares.

You sure it was me?

Maybe I got thrown, Ben.

Maybe that's the
answer. CAL: Uh-uh.

If that mare had thrown
you, she'd have come home.

And she didn't? CAL: No.

I've been too
busy to look for her,

even if I knew where
to look, which I don't.

Excuse me.

Hi.

WOMAN: Hi.

Hold that.

Can't even track her.

Look at this, hundreds of tracks
leading away from this ranch.

Look, if you had ridden
west down this valley,

it would've intersected
Route 72 somewhere in here.

We came out that way.

I didn't see anything familiar.

There's gotta be a clue in
here somewhere, though.

Keep it.

Hang it up in your
living room wall.

Maybe something will come back.

You mean my
office wall, don't you?

Look, bruddah,
you're on sick leave.

Who says so?

Steve says so.

I guess that makes it official.

(car backfiring) (
dramatic theme playing)

(panting)

( mysterious theme playing)

(sighs)

You okay, Danny?

I wish I knew.

( mysterious theme swells)

WOMAN (over PA):
Passengers arriving on Flight 14

may now claim their luggage
in the baggage claim area.

McGARRETT: Governor?

Oh, hello, Steve.

Came straight over, sir.

Thanks, just in time.

Let's go, Steve.

( upbeat theme playing)

(speaking Chinese)

Will you confer
with representatives

of the State Department
during your visit, Mr. Lin?

I'm Minister of Commerce,
not of foreign affairs.

I'm only here to visit
an old friend of mine.

Mr. Hummel, where did
you and Mr. Lin first meet?

We met in China.

I was the captain on
General Stilwell's staff

and Lin was with Mao.

( speaking Chinese)

( speaking Chinese)

( both laughing)

What did Mr. Lin say?

Well, we were
discussing a young lady

that we both knew a
good many years ago,

and we just feel it's a little
too personal to translate.

( laughter)

Thank you, gentlemen.

This is Brent Bronson

returning you to our newsroom

in our studios in
downtown Honolulu.

(TV clicks)

( eerie theme playing)

( static crackling)

( uplifting theme playing)

STEVE: Alec, you'd better
get the gate on the Makai side.

Joe, you get the wall
over the mountainside.

Steve. Yeah?

A message from Danny.

He remembers
something. Good, what?

A compass rose.

( funky theme playing)

( funky theme continues)

( eerie theme playing)

DANNO: Police officer.

McGARRETT: And
they fired at you?

DANNO: Yes.

Describe them, Danno.

I can't, Steve, it's
still all too hazy.

Well, Danno, what did
you see in the bunker?

I think I saw a boat.

Heh-heh! A boat in the bunker?

Yeah. Hm.

CHIN HO: Heh-heh!
Well, this place looks like

nobody's been
here for a long time.

Well, I saw a boat.

What kind of boat?

I don't know, I told
you, i-it's all still hazy.

And a jeep chased you?

Yeah.

Okay, there's nothing
here, but I didn't dream it.

Which way, Danno?

Which way what?

Which way did they chase you?

You believe it happened?

Well, you said it
happened, I believe you.

That way.

( ominous music playing)

Steve.

Well, there's your
horse and jeep.

Torn from my shirt.

Steve.

Bloodstains.

Yeah, could be the mare's.

Maybe you rode her
up here to avoid the jeep.

( ominous theme continues)

( ominous theme swells)

She sure was hit.

Looks like four or five times.

She took you a long way
before she gave out, bruddah.

Steve?

So they were
still on your track.

Yeah, and still shooting.

( eerie theme playing)

McGARRETT: Give
me a hand, Danno.

CHIN HO: There's no place
to go except back, bruddah.

They had you in a bag.

So how did you get out?

( action theme playing)

I jumped.

But that's concrete down there.

Th-there was a truck, Chin.

A truck passing by.

Yeah.

Maybe that's how
you banged your head.

Yeah.

So at least we know
what happened.

Yeah, we know what
happened, but tell me who

and why.

( suspenseful theme playing)

CHE: The slugs were fired from
two different pistols, both .38s.

And something else:

The place was clean.

Found this in a
crack in the floor.

Lifted a latent.

C. and C.'s had
it for two hours.

Maybe they've made it by now.

If you get a positive,
put out an APB fast.

Follow through, Duke.

Will do.

Okay, Danno.

We've come up with three nouns,

now we need some adjectives.

What about the boat?

Was it big, small, medium?

Steve, it was just a glimpse.

I-I-I have no real
impression of its size.

A canoe?

No. Outrigger?

Bigger.

McGARRETT: Was there much space

between the walls of the
bunker, for instance, and the boat?

Maybe, uh, two or three feet.

The... The boat seemed
to fill the whole bunker.

Well, that gives us a
boat about 8 feet wide.

A boat with an 8-foot
beam is pretty big.

So you did have an
impression of its size, Danno.

A cabin cruiser?

There wasn't any cabin.

Ah, we're getting somewhere.

No cabin.

A raft?

No.

Why not?

I don't know.

But you said that
with conviction.

Must be a reason.

Because it had a cockpit, maybe?

Yes.

A sailboat?

But there wasn't any mast.

They would have unstepped
the mast to get it in the bunker.

Good, all right. Now,
what about the boxes?

Were they big?

But the men were carrying them?

No, just one man.

So they couldn't
have been too big.

No.

How...? How were they carrying
them, Danno, on the shoulder?

( eerie theme playing)

No, not... Not on
the shoulder, uh...

I-i-in front of them.

Like this. Hold it.

I would say that's about 2 feet.

And, uh, how high?

What, about 30 inches?

Two feet wide by 30 inches high.

Steve.

He was carrying one
on top of the other.

Okay, that gives us two
boxes of 15 inches each.

Now, what comes
in boxes that size?

Oranges.

(laughs)

Oh, come on, bruddah.

A hood wouldn't shoot a
cop over a box of oranges.

Drugs? Maybe.

Drugs?

In boxes that big?

That's dumber than oranges.

Dynamite.

Dynamite. Is that
a guess, Danno?

No, I can see the image clearly.

Uh, "danger, high explosives"
written on each box.

Dynamite.

Okay, dynamite.

Now, what about the
body? Live or dead?

I don't know.

A man or a woman?

I c...

I couldn't tell, it was
wrapped in a blanket.

Wrapped.

(chalk scraping)

Steve, C. and
C. Hit the jackpot.

The latent print Che
found in the bunker.

Name's Harvey Durko.

Accused of industrial espionage
in L.A., but beat the rap.

Hm.

Could've been one of
the men, but not sure.

Maybe a face-to-face would help.

He was registered
at the Eldridge Hotel.

Under his own name yet.

But get this, Steve:

Yesterday afternoon, he
showed up all in a sweat

and checked out, wikiwiki.

That's very interesting.

Maybe something
happened yesterday

that shook him up
pretty good, huh?

Like a run-in with Danno?

That's what I figured.

He grabbed a cab at the
hack stand in front of the hotel.

Easy trace.

He went to a beach cottage
on Kalanianaole Highway.

Okay, pick him up,
but nice and easy.

Careful, I've got a lot of
questions for Mr. Durko.

And no mob scene.
Just the three of you.

You mean the four
of us, don't you?

I mean what I say.
You're still convalescing.

BEN: He's right, Dan.

Remember how you hit the
deck when the truck backfired?

Yeah.

Go through the mug file, Danno.

See if you can come up with
a make on the other man, huh?

Will do.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( action theme playing)

Take the Koko Head side, Duke.

(knocking)

Police!

Open up, Durko!

(gunshots)

DUKE: Police officer, hold it!

We blew it, bruddah.

We blew it.

( dramatic theme playing)

( ominous music playing)

Sir?

Yes?

Durko's dead.

Did he finish the job?

Yes, sir.

Well, he won't be the first man

to give his life in
service to his country.

Is that it? Transistorized?

How do I activate it?

By moving this
clasp all the way over

until it makes contact.

Mm-hm.

Will the Chinese really
blame the navy, sir?

Yes, they'll blame them.

They consider us an
imperialistic country

dominated by the military.

Well, you've handled this
entire operation commendably.

Will that be all, sir?

That's all.

( melancholy theme playing)

What happened?

I aimed low for his legs, Steve.

Just as I fired, he ducked down.

How's Duke?

He took one high
in the shoulder.

He'll be okay.

So we're right back
where we started from.

All right, Danno,

a man by the name of Durko

and somebody
unknown tried to kill you.

We don't know why,

we don't know if there'll
be another attempt or when.

Now, here's the key to my place.

You go there and stay there.

Until we get this
thing sorted out.

Somebody from H.P.D
or one of our guys

will be with you
around the clock.

Why don't you wrap me in
cotton wool and lay me away?

Danno, please, huh? Cooperate.

I've got my hands full
with Mr. Lin at the moment.

Yeah, it's time we pick him up.

Okay, Steve.

But Lin leaves tomorrow.

And then you can put
me back on the first team

or trade me to Oshkosh.

Well, I'll give, uh,
careful consideration

to the alternatives, huh?

(door closes)

( eerie theme playing)

Hi, Dan, ready to go?

Are you my assigned nursemaid?

One of them.

( upbeat theme playing)

( eerie theme playing)

You lost your mind or something?

No, I just found it.

Williams calling
Central Dispatch.

Calling Central Dispatch.

MAN: Go ahead.

Code red.

Patch me through
to Chin Ho Kelly.

CHIN HO: Yeah, Danny,
I have the file right here.

Durko was an
electronics engineer,

employed at one
time for a firm in L.A.

called, um, Electrons,
Incorporated.

What do they manufacture?

Guidance systems
and automatic pilots.

I checked it myself yesterday.

Sorry, it's nothing major,

but I'll have it fixed
in a few minutes.

We'll be on our
way. Okay, skipper.

Skipper say he'll have us
underway in a few minutes.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Steve, they're
going to kill Lin.

Kill him? Who's gonna kill him?

A boat.

That boat is on
a collision course.

McGARRETT: That's a navy
boat. What's the matter with you?

It's not, it's the one I
saw in the bunker, Steve.

They're not sailors,
Steve, they're dummies.

That boat is loaded
with dynamite,

guided by an automatic pilot.

A system installed by Durko.

(gunshots)

Ben, call the coast guard.

Get a chopper out
here with a doctor.

Why, Hummel, why?

They killed my only son.

DANNO: Steve.

Look at this.

A miniature transmitter.

Their boat homed in on a signal.

( somber theme playing)

( upbeat surf theme playing)