Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 7, Episode 1 - The Young Assassins - full transcript
A band of young radicals is killing ordinary people at random. Five-O consults an academic who is knowledgeable about such groups. The group then kidnaps Dan Williams and the academic, threatening to kill both men.
( island theme playing)
LORD: This is Jack Lord
inviting you to be with us next for...
Hi. (gun cocks)
(screaming)
"The Young Assassins."
DANNO: Steve, we've got another
killing with a P.A.G. medallion.
My God, Danno, that's
the third one in ten days.
You've shown your
courage, brother.
You are we.
We are power.
Hi.
As prisoners of war,
you have no rights
except those granted by
the People's Attack Group.
When Danno signed on as a cop
he knew the odds
and he bought them.
MAN: Are you
suggesting we give in?
Never!
Never. Never.
If you wanna start
exchanging live bodies,
then you better
get off your butts,
or else we're gonna execute
your curly-headed dude.
Now, you've got
three hours, man.
They have nothing to
gain by keeping us alive.
Next: "The Young Assassins."
Be here, aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(laughs)
That's enough. No more pictures.
You've got enough pictures.
Hey, did you get me standing up?
Don't worry.
You're in the Super-8
show in all your glory.
Ah. What a day.
What a perfect day.
There must be a catch somewhere.
The only catch was getting here.
It took 16 years.
Yeah.
We should've come
when we were younger.
We made it. That's
the important thing.
Come on. You
really ought to try this.
No, no, no.
Just one time. Hi.
Oh, hi, uh...
Do I know you?
Uh, no. That's okay.
My name's Mike.
Oh, well, I'm Chuck.
Where are you from, Mike?
The People's Attack Group.
The what? People's Attack Group.
(gunshot) (screams)
(people screaming)
Aloha.
( suspenseful theme playing)
(tires screeching)
Well, did you do it?
Right on the beach. Wow!
(indistinct radio chatter)
DANNO: Williams to central.
Williams to central.
Patch me through to McGarrett.
McGARRETT: Yeah,
this is McGarrett.
Steve, we got another
killing with a P.A.G. medallion.
A tourist was shot right
here on Queen's Surf Beach.
My god, Danno, that's
the third one in ten days.
Any witnesses?
Yeah, victim's wife.
She says the killer was
a kid 19 to 21, blond hair.
He said he was from the
People's Attack Group.
He used the same
chrome-plated automatic.
You've shown your
courage, brother.
You're a member
in full, brother.
You belong.
You are we.
We are power.
The power to be.
ALL: Yeah! All right!
MAN: Hey, Mikey.
Foxer, get some beer.
Come on, let's have
us a little toast here.
Thanks, man.
I can hardly wait.
Congratulations. Thanks, Foxer.
Thank you.
All right.
Hey, a toast to Mike.
ALL: To Mike.
MAN 1: A toast to
Mike. MAN 2: Hey.
WOMAN: To Mike. MAN 3: Yeah.
Ahh.
That took a pile
of hair, brother.
Hey, Army, now that...
Now that you showed
me how to focus, man,
I'll do anything,
okay? Just ask me.
I will, kid.
(whistling)
MAN: Hey. WOMAN: Hi, Vera.
MAN: Hey, did you
get the pamphlets?
VERA: I got them,
and they're great.
(all laugh and chatter)
MAN: Yeah.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Now we can dispense the
order of battle to the people.
Yeah. The idea of freedom.
Freedom like it
was really invented.
Yeah. All right.
Hey, we ought to send a
copy to the newspapers.
I bet they'd print
the whole thing.
(voices overlapping)
Front page. Come
on. Wait a minute.
Better yet,
we tack a copy
to our next strike.
MAN: Hey, all right.
Victor?
I'm ready, man.
MAN 1: It's your turn,
Victor. MAN 2: Yeah.
( suspenseful theme playing)
MAN 3: Why not? Give
it a shot. MAN 2: Do it.
(phone ringing)
(phone buzzing)
Yes? Danny,
Professor Metzger's
on your line.
Thank you, Jenny.
Kurt, hello.
Danny, how have you been?
Well, things could be better.
I guess you know
we've had another one
of what you'd call in your
articles "initiation rites."
Getting rather grim, isn't it?
Yes.
Steve and I are curious to
know how you could be so specific
in your personality profiles
of these particular terrorists.
So, what are you doing
for lunch tomorrow?
Meeting you, it would appear.
I'll pick you up at the
university. See you around noon.
CHIN HO: All the
slugs match, Steve.
Same automatic killed all three?
No question about it.
What about the medallion?
Aluminum, common grade,
etched by hand with
an electric pencil.
Any prints? Clean.
(door opens)
Where are we?
Nowhere, Danno.
You reach Kurt?
We're having lunch tomorrow.
If the professor's theories
are even halfway accurate,
we got big problems, gentlemen.
Slaughtering innocent people
with the same nickel-plated .45
and leaving the same
crummy medallion
is not just a masculinity rite.
It's a promise of more
violence and death.
( ominous theme playing)
Park near the main entrance.
There's a big
arcade in the middle
with gardens and a
fountain and lots of people.
You going all the way inside?
Yeah. If Mike can do it, I
ought to be able to do it.
Victor.
Sorry. Hey, twinkie.
That was an AM-FM clock radio,
brand-new, 38.74.
Hey, didn't you
hear what I said?
Well, uh... Thirty-eight
seventy-four, huh?
Okay.
Okay.
Hey.
For God's sakes,
take it easy, man.
I didn't mean anything.
Take it easy.
I got a wife and kids, you
know? My wife's pregnant, man.
(gun cocks)
Hey, man, come on.
Let's go. We got the heat.
Two-alpha-20 to central.
MAN: Easy. You're lucky, man.
(tires screeching)
(sirens blaring)
(glass crashing)
(sirens blaring)
(tires screeching)
( suspenseful theme playing)
Freeze. Drop the gun.
(gun clatters)
Have you read them their rights?
You kidding? They recited
them to me, top to bottom.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
John Manicote,
district attorney.
Fantastic. Put it all
on hold, would you?
If your pistol
and your car were used
in those three killings,
you've got nothing
to look forward to
except long
sentences and old age.
Now, if and when
you ever get out
will depend entirely on you.
Look, I...
We have certain rights
under the constitution.
Before you ask us
anything, you must know
we have the right
to remain silent.
There's a chance you
could make a deal now.
When we nab your
buddies, it'll be too late.
We don't have to
answer any questions
or say anything to
you or anybody else.
Not good at answering questions?
Just good at pulling triggers?
McGARRETT: Big men.
Let's get out of here. The
stench is getting to me.
(door opens, shuts)
Anything?
We'll give them a little
time, let them marinate.
Where's the car? At the lab.
Che's giving it the treatment.
After he finishes, check with
the gunsmiths around the island.
That nickel plating
on the automatic
might've been done locally.
That's enough, thanks.
If you were a member of
the People's Attack Group,
would you talk if your
initiation was a blood rite?
I might, if I was doing time
for somebody else's killing.
Uh, check, please. Yes, sir.
Add to the fear of retaliation,
the fact that they don't know
all that much about each other,
these groups often
use nom de guerre.
They have new names and no past.
You mean a rebirth?
Exactly.
How many of them do you think
have previous criminal records?
Oh, I'd say their
leader, very definitely.
He's probably
older, a father figure
with an expertise in
calculated violence.
The others may
have been picked up
in campus riots
or for narcotics,
the usual credentials
of the modern militant.
Thank you. Thank you, sir.
(sighs)
What can we expect now, Kurt?
More terror tactics, I'm afraid.
The more terror,
the more publicity.
It's their way of getting
their message to the people
and gaining recruits,
or so they rationalize.
You see, their warped
egos need public attention.
It's their equivalent
of shooting heroin.
And like other addicts,
they'll go to any length
to get the new fix.
Think they'd go as far as
skyjacking and bombing?
Is that so very much different
from slaughtering innocent
people in cold blood?
I guess not.
Hi.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Bring them right in.
MAN: Look what
I got, Army, baby.
Come over here.
All right, sit down.
ARMY: Right here.
Well, what do we have here?
As prisoners of war,
you have no rights
except those granted by
the People's Attack Group.
If you cooperate,
you will have the
right to eat, sleep
and breathe.
(all laugh)
Right.
Poverty is the parent
of crime and revolution.
Isn't that what Aristotle
said, professor?
I wouldn't be surprised.
Who said, uh...
And I quote:
"These terrorists, in their
childlike pseudo-innocence,
"must remain ignorant of history
in order to pursue
their strategy for power."
Huh, professor?
A noted professor.
(chuckles)
Ignorant of history.
Well, why do you think we
used that shiny automatic?
I have no idea, except as
a ceremonial instrument.
General Patton
carried one, didn't he?
Along with his
pearl-handled revolvers.
Oh.
Hey, who said you bank
guards were flunkensteins?
(laughs)
What do you mean "bank guards"?
Hired guns.
The rich who own the government
can have you on sentry
duty defending their millions.
Let me continue.
"Like many heroin addicts,
"these people suffer
from a lack of significance
"that's festered
since childhood.
Sexually, they are often
inept, if not impotent."
I don't know about
you, professor,
but this one doesn't
have any problems.
The number is from a series
made during World War II.
The nickel plating is
almost as old as the gun,
but it doesn't have the
same quality of a factory alloy.
Too old to trace.
What about the car?
We got more going for us there.
It was given one of
those $20 paint jobs,
tan on gray, not too long ago.
And we peeled some fingerprints
off the gas cap and rear fender.
Ahh. Probably a
gas-station attendant.
Well, we drew a
blank on the prints
from the doors
and steering wheel.
Find out where the
car was painted, Ben.
Right.
Chin, if the prints on
the car give us a make
on anyone besides the suspects,
follow through, and fast.
No, these guys are
fanatical. They're not gonna
roll over and play dead
because we busted
a couple of their boys.
They're gonna hit back
and they're gonna hit hard,
and we're gonna be there
like a brick wall when they do.
They've declared war
on society, gentlemen,
and we've gotta stop them.
(gun clicks)
Yeah. The fender.
Over there. The paint not good.
Was one sloppy job.
Who drove it?
Oh. One good-looking
haole wahine.
Extra cutie.
She drove two car. She did.
Sometime this one,
sometime white four-door.
How often does she come in?
Oh, maybe once, twice a week.
Thank you, bruddah.
(printing)
Have you seen Danno?
No. He hasn't checked in.
Oh, H.P.D. called with a
readout on those two men
you have in custody.
Who? Okay.
The driver is
Joseph Palusky, 24.
Did a year in Leavenworth
for smuggling arms.
Dropped out of
Missouri University
after a possession and
selling of marijuana bust.
The younger one who gave
his name as Victor Bonner
has no record so far.
Oh, and a cab
driver left this for you.
Send it to the lab.
I already did.
It's been x-rayed.
ARMY (on tape): At
1:47 p.m. this date,
the People's Attack Group
captured one chronic liar
named professor Kurt Metzger
and one storm trooper
named Dan Williams.
They are being held
as prisoners of war
and are under sentence of
death as enemies of the people.
You, however, can save
the lives of these criminals.
We stand ready to
exchange prisoners,
Metzger and Williams, for
our comrades and brothers,
Victor and Driver.
If you don't accept our offer,
your fascist pigs
will be executed,
and our retribution
will not stop there.
As long as Victor and
Driver remain in chains,
we will continue to
take prisoners of war
and execute them.
No man, woman,
child on this island
will be safe from our vengeance.
Now, you release our brothers,
or the lid will blow on
this thing like a volcano.
Future contact between us
will be made over channel eight
on the Citizen Band radio.
Repeat, channel eight,
Citizen Band Radio.
Out.
Anyone really surprised?
I've been dreading this
ever since the Germans
released the Palestinian
commandos after the Olympics.
Steve, what...?
What do you know
about this group?
Very little, sir. Very little.
The problem is
there is no defense
against such irrational terror.
The senseless, random murder
of completely innocent people.
He could make good
his threat, governor.
Are you suggesting
we should give in?
John,
I think you know
me better than that.
Never! Never, never.
I say that we draw the
line right here and now.
We don't give an
inch. Not one inch.
You cannot deal
with people like that.
And you know...
You know what
Danno's life means to me.
Kurt Metzger is a
close friend too, isn't he?
Yeah.
And his wife Elizabeth.
That's the hard part of this.
When Danno signed on as a cop,
he knew the odds
and he bought them.
But Kurt Metzger,
we got him into this.
A teacher.
An innocent bystander.
With terrorists and
revolutionaries, governor,
there is no such thing
as an innocent bystander.
Apparently not.
You know, this is unquestionably
one of the most
difficult decisions
I've had to make
since I've been in office.
It's comparable to
signing a death sentence.
But it has got
to stop here, sir.
It has got to stop here.
If it doesn't, we might as well
give them the keys to the jail.
Precisely.
I'd better contact Civil Defense
and get their direction-finding
trucks into place.
And I'll see Elizabeth Metzger
and make sure that she doesn't
get the news from someone else.
GOVERNOR: Steve?
I'll arrange my schedule
so that I'll be here,
any time you need me.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you, lady.
Have a nice day.
Hello, there, aikane.
How's it, sister?
What'll it be today?
A dollar worth.
Coming up.
Hey, what's the matter, bruddah?
Nothing, nothing.
Don't worry about nothing.
Everything is right on, sister.
Nick, here she comes.
License number 5-alpha-7819.
Got her. She's just
passing me now.
Central, give me a readout
on license number 5-alpha-7819
and a priority
patch to McGarrett.
Got it, Ben. Nick,
do you read me?
Read you. She's
making a phone call.
Long brown hair,
a black jacket with
some rhinestone in front,
red denim slacks.
WOMAN: License number 5A7819
registered to Vera
Marie Strickler,
4759 Kolahala.
We're about two blocks
from there right now.
Ben, stand by at her address,
but don't show yourself.
McGARRETT: On
my way. Right, Steve.
I'm getting very
negative vibrations on me.
Jolly George, the
guy at the gas station,
was uptight, kept looking
around for someone.
Hey, hey. Come on, baby.
Inhale.
Inhale slow and deep.
Come on, let your brain breathe.
Just tense off.
Smooth out.
I'm trying.
You getting the cool?
Yeah.
Okay, okay.
Now, turn around and focus
and tell me if there's a
guy in a car watching you.
There is a guy.
Okay. You go for a ride.
If he follows you,
take him for a tour.
Condition: Red.
( suspenseful theme playing)
NICK: She's on a
scenic tour, Steve.
We're miles away
from her address.
Okay, Nick. Stick with it
even if she knows you're there.
Chin, where are you?
We're at the house next door.
Have you got H.P.D. backup?
Yeah. Two just arrived.
And a man on the
roof across the street.
Ben, are you in position?
In the rear of the house
with two backups, Steve.
Okay, when we hit,
we hit hard and fast,
but hold your fire.
Right.
Ben? Yes, Steve?
We move in in
exactly ten seconds.
Be careful. I spotted
Danno's car out front.
Let's go.
All clear?
It's still warm.
Nick, do you read me?
NICK: Yeah, Steve.
We drew a blank at the house.
Pick her up and bring her in.
She's our only link
now. NICK: Right.
Pull over. Police.
( dramatic theme playing)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
( suspenseful theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
You know, he didn't
actually wanna write
those articles for the paper.
They asked him
to as a civic duty.
I know.
I know. He always helped
whether he wanted to or not.
That's the way he is.
Is?
How do you know
he's still alive?
Well, I have no reason
to assume otherwise.
Well, can't you imagine
how they hate him
for what he wrote about them?
Why can't the
governor be flexible?
Isn't there an official
stand between yes and no?
I'm afraid there isn't.
And I think Kurt
will understand why.
So do you.
No, I don't.
The man who drove the
car, now, he isn't a killer.
He could be used for bargaining.
He's an accomplice, isn't he?
Yeah, and I have reason to
believe that he was the driver
in the other senseless killings.
But you could at least
communicate with them.
The governor could keep
some kind of a dialogue going.
As long as they're
talking, they're not...
Is the governor saying anything?
Not unless he has to.
Of course.
He can sit back and pretend
it's entirely out of his hands
and wait for them to kill Kurt.
It's not the governor's
problem, Liz. It's mine.
I know.
I'm not being fair.
Do you use sugar? I'll get it.
(sobbing) Oh, dear.
(sobbing)
Liz, easy, please. Please.
Please don't.
You're right.
You can't deal with
these... These animals.
We'll get them, Liz.
We'll get them, honey.
Kurt, do you smoke? No. Why?
This was used as a powder
magazine in a couple of wars,
and they had artillery here.
You know where we are?
It's an old gun emplacement.
Harlow Batteries, I think.
Do you think
there's a possibility
the governor could negotiate
some form of exchange?
Sure.
All he'd have to do is
stretch a couple of laws.
You're an aid and
a comfort, my friend.
The governor would be
a fool to let those two out.
He'd be opening Pandora's box.
Interesting, isn't it,
how the reality of fear
can twist itself into
an illusion of hope?
They have nothing to
gain by keeping us alive.
( ominous theme playing)
Repeat: Keep this channel
clear. What do you got, Nick?
More rap sheets
from the fingerprints
in the Kolahala house.
This one looks like the leader.
Richard Stanwood,
alias John Marlboro,
alias Dickie Glib.
Notice the full house? Yeah.
Manslaughter, robbery,
narcotics, rioting and rape.
Escaped from Illinois state
prison at Joliet 18 months ago.
That's hard to do.
The others are younger.
Campus radicals, dopers.
Okay. Let's get APBs
and photos going
on all of these characters,
enough to paper the islands.
Get them to H.P.D.,
cabbies, gas stations,
liquor stores, head
shops, the works.
(car door closes)
Hi, Foxer.
Rig the antenna?
Yeah, it's on the trunk.
ARMY: Reception okay? Yeah.
Hey, what's the matter?
Come on, what's wrong?
Vera was chopped.
Chopped?
How?
Well, the badges
were chasing her and...
She hit a truck.
And he let her burn alive.
Are you sure?
It's all over the radio.
(cocks)
(gunshot)
(ringing)
McGarrett. Yeah, Nick.
( dramatic theme playing)
What?
Are you sure it
was Kurt Metzger?
Oh, my God.
Thanks, Nick.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Okay, let's get to
work. Activate all units.
(whirring)
(bleeping)
(whirring)
ARMY: This is the
People's Attack Group
calling the governor. Over.
This is the People's
Attack Group
calling the governor
and no one else. Over.
ARMY (over radio) Come
on. Come on. What's...?
Steve. Steve.
ARMY: Three strikes...
We're getting a call
on the Citizens' Band.
ARMY: one time. P.A.G calling...
Tape the recording and get
the direction finders working.
ARMY: Calling the governor
three times and you're through.
This is McGarrett, Five-0.
Go ahead, Stanwood.
Been reading my horoscope, huh?
Scan Unit 3.
(whirring)
ARMY (over radio): Yeah?
Well, making me is one thing.
Finding me is another.
ARMY: Look, cut the
chitchat, McGarrett.
Where's the governor?
He's not here.
Scan Unit 4.
(whirring)
ARMY: Yeah, McGarrett, yeah.
That's exactly what I expect.
ARMY: I'm calling
the shots. Mark.
Metzger's body didn't
tell him anything?
The governor
doesn't know it yet,
but it told me that
you're a butcher,
and that you keep
making mistakes,
each one bigger than the last.
Look Metzger was your
mistake, McGarrett, not mine.
If you wanna start
exchanging live bodies,
then you better
get off your butts.
And you better let our men go,
or else we're gonna execute
your curly-headed dude.
Now, you've got
three hours, man. Just three.
Scan Unit 5.
(whirring)
ARMY: And if you don't think so,
you should see how your
friend Williams is sweating.
(whirring)
And mark. ARMY: Think so?
McGARRETT: Yeah. Yeah, all
your big talk about calling the shots...
ARMY: Three hours,
McGarrett. I repeat, three hours.
It's not my authority
to release anyone.
It's up to the
governor entirely.
Well, get him. You get him
on this horn in an hour. Out.
Jenny, get me the governor.
Chin, anything?
They're somewhere
in this triangle.
It covers about
ten square blocks.
Is that the best
you can give me?
Your conversation wasn't long
enough to give us a better fix.
Okay. Keep our teams
spread around town.
Stanwood may be using
a mobile transceiver.
(phone ringing)
McGarrett.
CHE: Steve, on Metzger's
clothes, there is a trace of evidence.
A form of fungus that grows
on rock in minimal light,
such as you have in caves,
grottos, concrete buildings.
That's interesting.
Anything else?
Yes.
Large grains of
gunpowder, I believe.
Some kind of propellant charge.
It's in the lab for analysis
now. Might be interesting.
Good, Che, good.
Move it as fast as you can, Che.
We've got less than three hours.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Thanks for coming
so quickly, governor.
We're waiting to
hear from them now.
I'd rather you not talk until
we can't avoid it anymore.
I understand. How
about some coffee?
Oh, thank you.
ARMY (over radio): This is
the People's Attack Group
calling the governor
and no one else.
Over.
Stanwood, this is McGarrett.
Where the hell is the governor?
He was off the island.
He's flying in from
Maui to talk with you.
He should be in in
roughly half an hour.
ARMY: You better not be
stalling, McGarrett, 'cause we're not.
You got two hours.
To show our good faith,
I talked to him
about the possibility
of releasing the
driver, Palusky, on bail.
Mark. (bleep)
After what you did to Vera,
you know what you can do
with your good faith, McGarrett.
That was an accident.
She hit the panic button.
And mark. (bleep)
Now, you hear this.
We want complete
freedom for Victor and Driver.
You have the governor
on the radio in 25 minutes,
or your boy goes up in flames
the same way Vera did. Out.
Chin. (snaps fingers)
They do have a mobile
transceiver. No question.
They're in the
middle of town now.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Excuse me.
You're on next, governor.
If you can keep them
talking a minute or two longer,
we might be able
to zero in on them.
Now, we have a
fix here at 6:35 a.m.
They were moving Diamond Head.
We have one here at
7:28 a.m. Hopefully...
ARMY (over radio): Calling the
governor. Calling the governor. Over.
Calling the governor.
Calling the governor. Over.
This is the governor
speaking. Over.
Well, well, well.
What do you know?
What's the word, gov?
Scan Unit 3.
Who am I talking to?
What... What is
this organization?
ARMY: You're talking to Army,
the colonel commanding
the People's Attack Group.
We're aiming for freedom,
everyone's freedom.
ARMY: Freedom from the
corporate state and the police Army.
Now, you turn our men loose.
You tell them they can
reach us at combat position D
when they're clear.
Mark.
Do you understand
the seriousness
of this kind of crime?
Do you understand there's
gonna be an execution
in an hour and a half
if you don't cut the bull?
Now, listen to me.
I want you to realize that
these things take time.
Look, you're stalling.
You hear me?
We're shutting down.
Now your cop dies. Out.
( ominous theme playing)
( tense theme playing)
Locations don't tell us anything
except they have a
mobile transceiver.
(ringing)
McGarrett. That gunpowder
from Metzger's clothing
is from a propellant charge
normally used
in artillery shells.
CHE: Now, these particular
grains are rather old,
unsophisticated compared
to modern explosives.
How old?
Well, it's slower burning
than those compositions
developed during World War II.
CHE: Might even be
of World War I vintage.
And considering the
fungus we'd found,
I'd say it came from some
kind of military storage area.
Okay, Che. Thank you.
Well, you heard.
This island was a
main storage depot
during World War
II and before that.
Yeah, there were ammunition
bunkers and powder magazines
all over these mountains
on both sides of the islands.
In combat position D.
Did he say D or B?
Why don't you ask him?
Okay, gentlemen, man the board.
Activate all units.
(whirring)
This is the governor calling
the People's Attack Group.
Is that rendezvous
called combat
position D, as in "dog,"
or B, as in "baker"?
Please clarify.
Position B is on
the north shore.
This is the People's
Attack Group.
That combat position is D,
as in "Dudley Do-Right."
Or "deader than a doornail."
I read you. Thanks. Over.
And if you turkeys have any
more messages, we'll listen,
but we're not
talking anymore. Out.
They're headed for the
windward side, going northeast.
The signal is getting weaker.
Northeast? And they say
they'll be able to hear us.
They can't be going too far
unless they have a
high vantage point,
free of interference.
Like a mountain.
Yeah, like Diamond Head.
There are plenty of gun
emplacements up there,
long since abandoned.
Chin, call Fort Shafter.
Tell them I want a
map of Harlow Batteries.
Every tunnel, every bunker.
Contact H.P.D.
I want a full squad
issued automatic
weapons and combat gear.
I want a SWAT team. Right.
Governor,
it will help if you wait
until the deadline is up.
Then call Stanwood on the radio.
Tell him that you've
released his two men.
Isn't that cutting
it rather close?
Yes, sir. But it
will buy more time.
Now, I doubt if they'll have a
phone in their gun emplacement.
Once he knows his men are
free, he'll have to wait there
until he hears from them.
What if they're not in
the gun emplacement?
(sighs)
I don't wanna think
about that. Anything else?
Yeah.
If you know a good prayer,
we could use one.
(door opens)
Cheer up, pig.
The governor's gonna
give you reprieve.
He's signing a
release for your men?
That's what he said.
Hey, you sound surprised.
Didn't you think he would?
If he said he will, he will.
You'll know for sure
next time I open this door.
(door shuts)
( tense theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
This area is honeycombed
with tunnels and old
gun emplacements.
We use most of it for
civil defense storage,
and that's locked in
solid with an alarm.
Not even a rat could get
in without our knowing it.
What about this blue area?
An old mortar battery.
What's there?
Crew quarters, gun
emplacements and ammo storage.
Will this tunnel
lead us to that area?
If we don't run
into a locked door.
It's all connected.
All right, gentlemen,
let's surround this area.
Remember, no
noise. Quick and quiet.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Cover every possible exit.
We've got exactly 20 minutes.
Now, we're gonna try to
come up from behind them
through this tunnel.
Okay, let's move it.
Bob, Kimo, Bill, come with us.
Max, let's go.
Okay, Foxer, you can go
down and get some lunch.
Anything good down there?
Something Mike
calls barbecue beef.
Great.
This is the governor calling
the People's Attack Group.
GOVERNOR: This is the governor
calling the People's Attack Group.
The two men you call Victor
and Driver have been released.
This is the governor.
Repeat: Your two men
have been released.
Do you read me?
Hey! All right!
Go tell Natalie to
turn down that radio.
Wake up the whole neighborhood.
GOVERNOR: Victor
and Diver have...
All right, Nat, we heard.
Two men have been released.
Turn it down, will you? Please.
Nat?
Victor and Driver
have been released.
They will contact you
as soon as possible.
Do you read me?
This is the governor. Do you
read me? Your men have...
(gunshot)
They are free. I repeat,
this is the governor.
The two men you call Victor
and Driver have been released.
Come in. This is the governor.
Your two men, Victor and...
(distant gunshots)
Your men have been...
They will contact you...
(distant gunshots)
Any ideas, colonel? Solid steel.
Here. Here's the key
for the escape tunnel.
I got something to take care of.
(gunshots)
(grunts)
Where's Williams?
Where's Williams?
The powder magazine.
(distant gunshots, footsteps)
MIKE: Army!
( dramatic theme playing)
(panting)
How's it, Danno?
Close.
Yeah.
Yeah, too close.
Let's go.
Book him!
( heroic theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)
LORD: This is Jack Lord
inviting you to be with us next for...
Hi. (gun cocks)
(screaming)
"The Young Assassins."
DANNO: Steve, we've got another
killing with a P.A.G. medallion.
My God, Danno, that's
the third one in ten days.
You've shown your
courage, brother.
You are we.
We are power.
Hi.
As prisoners of war,
you have no rights
except those granted by
the People's Attack Group.
When Danno signed on as a cop
he knew the odds
and he bought them.
MAN: Are you
suggesting we give in?
Never!
Never. Never.
If you wanna start
exchanging live bodies,
then you better
get off your butts,
or else we're gonna execute
your curly-headed dude.
Now, you've got
three hours, man.
They have nothing to
gain by keeping us alive.
Next: "The Young Assassins."
Be here, aloha.
( upbeat surf theme playing)
(laughs)
That's enough. No more pictures.
You've got enough pictures.
Hey, did you get me standing up?
Don't worry.
You're in the Super-8
show in all your glory.
Ah. What a day.
What a perfect day.
There must be a catch somewhere.
The only catch was getting here.
It took 16 years.
Yeah.
We should've come
when we were younger.
We made it. That's
the important thing.
Come on. You
really ought to try this.
No, no, no.
Just one time. Hi.
Oh, hi, uh...
Do I know you?
Uh, no. That's okay.
My name's Mike.
Oh, well, I'm Chuck.
Where are you from, Mike?
The People's Attack Group.
The what? People's Attack Group.
(gunshot) (screams)
(people screaming)
Aloha.
( suspenseful theme playing)
(tires screeching)
Well, did you do it?
Right on the beach. Wow!
(indistinct radio chatter)
DANNO: Williams to central.
Williams to central.
Patch me through to McGarrett.
McGARRETT: Yeah,
this is McGarrett.
Steve, we got another
killing with a P.A.G. medallion.
A tourist was shot right
here on Queen's Surf Beach.
My god, Danno, that's
the third one in ten days.
Any witnesses?
Yeah, victim's wife.
She says the killer was
a kid 19 to 21, blond hair.
He said he was from the
People's Attack Group.
He used the same
chrome-plated automatic.
You've shown your
courage, brother.
You're a member
in full, brother.
You belong.
You are we.
We are power.
The power to be.
ALL: Yeah! All right!
MAN: Hey, Mikey.
Foxer, get some beer.
Come on, let's have
us a little toast here.
Thanks, man.
I can hardly wait.
Congratulations. Thanks, Foxer.
Thank you.
All right.
Hey, a toast to Mike.
ALL: To Mike.
MAN 1: A toast to
Mike. MAN 2: Hey.
WOMAN: To Mike. MAN 3: Yeah.
Ahh.
That took a pile
of hair, brother.
Hey, Army, now that...
Now that you showed
me how to focus, man,
I'll do anything,
okay? Just ask me.
I will, kid.
(whistling)
MAN: Hey. WOMAN: Hi, Vera.
MAN: Hey, did you
get the pamphlets?
VERA: I got them,
and they're great.
(all laugh and chatter)
MAN: Yeah.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Now we can dispense the
order of battle to the people.
Yeah. The idea of freedom.
Freedom like it
was really invented.
Yeah. All right.
Hey, we ought to send a
copy to the newspapers.
I bet they'd print
the whole thing.
(voices overlapping)
Front page. Come
on. Wait a minute.
Better yet,
we tack a copy
to our next strike.
MAN: Hey, all right.
Victor?
I'm ready, man.
MAN 1: It's your turn,
Victor. MAN 2: Yeah.
( suspenseful theme playing)
MAN 3: Why not? Give
it a shot. MAN 2: Do it.
(phone ringing)
(phone buzzing)
Yes? Danny,
Professor Metzger's
on your line.
Thank you, Jenny.
Kurt, hello.
Danny, how have you been?
Well, things could be better.
I guess you know
we've had another one
of what you'd call in your
articles "initiation rites."
Getting rather grim, isn't it?
Yes.
Steve and I are curious to
know how you could be so specific
in your personality profiles
of these particular terrorists.
So, what are you doing
for lunch tomorrow?
Meeting you, it would appear.
I'll pick you up at the
university. See you around noon.
CHIN HO: All the
slugs match, Steve.
Same automatic killed all three?
No question about it.
What about the medallion?
Aluminum, common grade,
etched by hand with
an electric pencil.
Any prints? Clean.
(door opens)
Where are we?
Nowhere, Danno.
You reach Kurt?
We're having lunch tomorrow.
If the professor's theories
are even halfway accurate,
we got big problems, gentlemen.
Slaughtering innocent people
with the same nickel-plated .45
and leaving the same
crummy medallion
is not just a masculinity rite.
It's a promise of more
violence and death.
( ominous theme playing)
Park near the main entrance.
There's a big
arcade in the middle
with gardens and a
fountain and lots of people.
You going all the way inside?
Yeah. If Mike can do it, I
ought to be able to do it.
Victor.
Sorry. Hey, twinkie.
That was an AM-FM clock radio,
brand-new, 38.74.
Hey, didn't you
hear what I said?
Well, uh... Thirty-eight
seventy-four, huh?
Okay.
Okay.
Hey.
For God's sakes,
take it easy, man.
I didn't mean anything.
Take it easy.
I got a wife and kids, you
know? My wife's pregnant, man.
(gun cocks)
Hey, man, come on.
Let's go. We got the heat.
Two-alpha-20 to central.
MAN: Easy. You're lucky, man.
(tires screeching)
(sirens blaring)
(glass crashing)
(sirens blaring)
(tires screeching)
( suspenseful theme playing)
Freeze. Drop the gun.
(gun clatters)
Have you read them their rights?
You kidding? They recited
them to me, top to bottom.
McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.
John Manicote,
district attorney.
Fantastic. Put it all
on hold, would you?
If your pistol
and your car were used
in those three killings,
you've got nothing
to look forward to
except long
sentences and old age.
Now, if and when
you ever get out
will depend entirely on you.
Look, I...
We have certain rights
under the constitution.
Before you ask us
anything, you must know
we have the right
to remain silent.
There's a chance you
could make a deal now.
When we nab your
buddies, it'll be too late.
We don't have to
answer any questions
or say anything to
you or anybody else.
Not good at answering questions?
Just good at pulling triggers?
McGARRETT: Big men.
Let's get out of here. The
stench is getting to me.
(door opens, shuts)
Anything?
We'll give them a little
time, let them marinate.
Where's the car? At the lab.
Che's giving it the treatment.
After he finishes, check with
the gunsmiths around the island.
That nickel plating
on the automatic
might've been done locally.
That's enough, thanks.
If you were a member of
the People's Attack Group,
would you talk if your
initiation was a blood rite?
I might, if I was doing time
for somebody else's killing.
Uh, check, please. Yes, sir.
Add to the fear of retaliation,
the fact that they don't know
all that much about each other,
these groups often
use nom de guerre.
They have new names and no past.
You mean a rebirth?
Exactly.
How many of them do you think
have previous criminal records?
Oh, I'd say their
leader, very definitely.
He's probably
older, a father figure
with an expertise in
calculated violence.
The others may
have been picked up
in campus riots
or for narcotics,
the usual credentials
of the modern militant.
Thank you. Thank you, sir.
(sighs)
What can we expect now, Kurt?
More terror tactics, I'm afraid.
The more terror,
the more publicity.
It's their way of getting
their message to the people
and gaining recruits,
or so they rationalize.
You see, their warped
egos need public attention.
It's their equivalent
of shooting heroin.
And like other addicts,
they'll go to any length
to get the new fix.
Think they'd go as far as
skyjacking and bombing?
Is that so very much different
from slaughtering innocent
people in cold blood?
I guess not.
Hi.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Bring them right in.
MAN: Look what
I got, Army, baby.
Come over here.
All right, sit down.
ARMY: Right here.
Well, what do we have here?
As prisoners of war,
you have no rights
except those granted by
the People's Attack Group.
If you cooperate,
you will have the
right to eat, sleep
and breathe.
(all laugh)
Right.
Poverty is the parent
of crime and revolution.
Isn't that what Aristotle
said, professor?
I wouldn't be surprised.
Who said, uh...
And I quote:
"These terrorists, in their
childlike pseudo-innocence,
"must remain ignorant of history
in order to pursue
their strategy for power."
Huh, professor?
A noted professor.
(chuckles)
Ignorant of history.
Well, why do you think we
used that shiny automatic?
I have no idea, except as
a ceremonial instrument.
General Patton
carried one, didn't he?
Along with his
pearl-handled revolvers.
Oh.
Hey, who said you bank
guards were flunkensteins?
(laughs)
What do you mean "bank guards"?
Hired guns.
The rich who own the government
can have you on sentry
duty defending their millions.
Let me continue.
"Like many heroin addicts,
"these people suffer
from a lack of significance
"that's festered
since childhood.
Sexually, they are often
inept, if not impotent."
I don't know about
you, professor,
but this one doesn't
have any problems.
The number is from a series
made during World War II.
The nickel plating is
almost as old as the gun,
but it doesn't have the
same quality of a factory alloy.
Too old to trace.
What about the car?
We got more going for us there.
It was given one of
those $20 paint jobs,
tan on gray, not too long ago.
And we peeled some fingerprints
off the gas cap and rear fender.
Ahh. Probably a
gas-station attendant.
Well, we drew a
blank on the prints
from the doors
and steering wheel.
Find out where the
car was painted, Ben.
Right.
Chin, if the prints on
the car give us a make
on anyone besides the suspects,
follow through, and fast.
No, these guys are
fanatical. They're not gonna
roll over and play dead
because we busted
a couple of their boys.
They're gonna hit back
and they're gonna hit hard,
and we're gonna be there
like a brick wall when they do.
They've declared war
on society, gentlemen,
and we've gotta stop them.
(gun clicks)
Yeah. The fender.
Over there. The paint not good.
Was one sloppy job.
Who drove it?
Oh. One good-looking
haole wahine.
Extra cutie.
She drove two car. She did.
Sometime this one,
sometime white four-door.
How often does she come in?
Oh, maybe once, twice a week.
Thank you, bruddah.
(printing)
Have you seen Danno?
No. He hasn't checked in.
Oh, H.P.D. called with a
readout on those two men
you have in custody.
Who? Okay.
The driver is
Joseph Palusky, 24.
Did a year in Leavenworth
for smuggling arms.
Dropped out of
Missouri University
after a possession and
selling of marijuana bust.
The younger one who gave
his name as Victor Bonner
has no record so far.
Oh, and a cab
driver left this for you.
Send it to the lab.
I already did.
It's been x-rayed.
ARMY (on tape): At
1:47 p.m. this date,
the People's Attack Group
captured one chronic liar
named professor Kurt Metzger
and one storm trooper
named Dan Williams.
They are being held
as prisoners of war
and are under sentence of
death as enemies of the people.
You, however, can save
the lives of these criminals.
We stand ready to
exchange prisoners,
Metzger and Williams, for
our comrades and brothers,
Victor and Driver.
If you don't accept our offer,
your fascist pigs
will be executed,
and our retribution
will not stop there.
As long as Victor and
Driver remain in chains,
we will continue to
take prisoners of war
and execute them.
No man, woman,
child on this island
will be safe from our vengeance.
Now, you release our brothers,
or the lid will blow on
this thing like a volcano.
Future contact between us
will be made over channel eight
on the Citizen Band radio.
Repeat, channel eight,
Citizen Band Radio.
Out.
Anyone really surprised?
I've been dreading this
ever since the Germans
released the Palestinian
commandos after the Olympics.
Steve, what...?
What do you know
about this group?
Very little, sir. Very little.
The problem is
there is no defense
against such irrational terror.
The senseless, random murder
of completely innocent people.
He could make good
his threat, governor.
Are you suggesting
we should give in?
John,
I think you know
me better than that.
Never! Never, never.
I say that we draw the
line right here and now.
We don't give an
inch. Not one inch.
You cannot deal
with people like that.
And you know...
You know what
Danno's life means to me.
Kurt Metzger is a
close friend too, isn't he?
Yeah.
And his wife Elizabeth.
That's the hard part of this.
When Danno signed on as a cop,
he knew the odds
and he bought them.
But Kurt Metzger,
we got him into this.
A teacher.
An innocent bystander.
With terrorists and
revolutionaries, governor,
there is no such thing
as an innocent bystander.
Apparently not.
You know, this is unquestionably
one of the most
difficult decisions
I've had to make
since I've been in office.
It's comparable to
signing a death sentence.
But it has got
to stop here, sir.
It has got to stop here.
If it doesn't, we might as well
give them the keys to the jail.
Precisely.
I'd better contact Civil Defense
and get their direction-finding
trucks into place.
And I'll see Elizabeth Metzger
and make sure that she doesn't
get the news from someone else.
GOVERNOR: Steve?
I'll arrange my schedule
so that I'll be here,
any time you need me.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you, lady.
Have a nice day.
Hello, there, aikane.
How's it, sister?
What'll it be today?
A dollar worth.
Coming up.
Hey, what's the matter, bruddah?
Nothing, nothing.
Don't worry about nothing.
Everything is right on, sister.
Nick, here she comes.
License number 5-alpha-7819.
Got her. She's just
passing me now.
Central, give me a readout
on license number 5-alpha-7819
and a priority
patch to McGarrett.
Got it, Ben. Nick,
do you read me?
Read you. She's
making a phone call.
Long brown hair,
a black jacket with
some rhinestone in front,
red denim slacks.
WOMAN: License number 5A7819
registered to Vera
Marie Strickler,
4759 Kolahala.
We're about two blocks
from there right now.
Ben, stand by at her address,
but don't show yourself.
McGARRETT: On
my way. Right, Steve.
I'm getting very
negative vibrations on me.
Jolly George, the
guy at the gas station,
was uptight, kept looking
around for someone.
Hey, hey. Come on, baby.
Inhale.
Inhale slow and deep.
Come on, let your brain breathe.
Just tense off.
Smooth out.
I'm trying.
You getting the cool?
Yeah.
Okay, okay.
Now, turn around and focus
and tell me if there's a
guy in a car watching you.
There is a guy.
Okay. You go for a ride.
If he follows you,
take him for a tour.
Condition: Red.
( suspenseful theme playing)
NICK: She's on a
scenic tour, Steve.
We're miles away
from her address.
Okay, Nick. Stick with it
even if she knows you're there.
Chin, where are you?
We're at the house next door.
Have you got H.P.D. backup?
Yeah. Two just arrived.
And a man on the
roof across the street.
Ben, are you in position?
In the rear of the house
with two backups, Steve.
Okay, when we hit,
we hit hard and fast,
but hold your fire.
Right.
Ben? Yes, Steve?
We move in in
exactly ten seconds.
Be careful. I spotted
Danno's car out front.
Let's go.
All clear?
It's still warm.
Nick, do you read me?
NICK: Yeah, Steve.
We drew a blank at the house.
Pick her up and bring her in.
She's our only link
now. NICK: Right.
Pull over. Police.
( dramatic theme playing)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
( suspenseful theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
You know, he didn't
actually wanna write
those articles for the paper.
They asked him
to as a civic duty.
I know.
I know. He always helped
whether he wanted to or not.
That's the way he is.
Is?
How do you know
he's still alive?
Well, I have no reason
to assume otherwise.
Well, can't you imagine
how they hate him
for what he wrote about them?
Why can't the
governor be flexible?
Isn't there an official
stand between yes and no?
I'm afraid there isn't.
And I think Kurt
will understand why.
So do you.
No, I don't.
The man who drove the
car, now, he isn't a killer.
He could be used for bargaining.
He's an accomplice, isn't he?
Yeah, and I have reason to
believe that he was the driver
in the other senseless killings.
But you could at least
communicate with them.
The governor could keep
some kind of a dialogue going.
As long as they're
talking, they're not...
Is the governor saying anything?
Not unless he has to.
Of course.
He can sit back and pretend
it's entirely out of his hands
and wait for them to kill Kurt.
It's not the governor's
problem, Liz. It's mine.
I know.
I'm not being fair.
Do you use sugar? I'll get it.
(sobbing) Oh, dear.
(sobbing)
Liz, easy, please. Please.
Please don't.
You're right.
You can't deal with
these... These animals.
We'll get them, Liz.
We'll get them, honey.
Kurt, do you smoke? No. Why?
This was used as a powder
magazine in a couple of wars,
and they had artillery here.
You know where we are?
It's an old gun emplacement.
Harlow Batteries, I think.
Do you think
there's a possibility
the governor could negotiate
some form of exchange?
Sure.
All he'd have to do is
stretch a couple of laws.
You're an aid and
a comfort, my friend.
The governor would be
a fool to let those two out.
He'd be opening Pandora's box.
Interesting, isn't it,
how the reality of fear
can twist itself into
an illusion of hope?
They have nothing to
gain by keeping us alive.
( ominous theme playing)
Repeat: Keep this channel
clear. What do you got, Nick?
More rap sheets
from the fingerprints
in the Kolahala house.
This one looks like the leader.
Richard Stanwood,
alias John Marlboro,
alias Dickie Glib.
Notice the full house? Yeah.
Manslaughter, robbery,
narcotics, rioting and rape.
Escaped from Illinois state
prison at Joliet 18 months ago.
That's hard to do.
The others are younger.
Campus radicals, dopers.
Okay. Let's get APBs
and photos going
on all of these characters,
enough to paper the islands.
Get them to H.P.D.,
cabbies, gas stations,
liquor stores, head
shops, the works.
(car door closes)
Hi, Foxer.
Rig the antenna?
Yeah, it's on the trunk.
ARMY: Reception okay? Yeah.
Hey, what's the matter?
Come on, what's wrong?
Vera was chopped.
Chopped?
How?
Well, the badges
were chasing her and...
She hit a truck.
And he let her burn alive.
Are you sure?
It's all over the radio.
(cocks)
(gunshot)
(ringing)
McGarrett. Yeah, Nick.
( dramatic theme playing)
What?
Are you sure it
was Kurt Metzger?
Oh, my God.
Thanks, Nick.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Okay, let's get to
work. Activate all units.
(whirring)
(bleeping)
(whirring)
ARMY: This is the
People's Attack Group
calling the governor. Over.
This is the People's
Attack Group
calling the governor
and no one else. Over.
ARMY (over radio) Come
on. Come on. What's...?
Steve. Steve.
ARMY: Three strikes...
We're getting a call
on the Citizens' Band.
ARMY: one time. P.A.G calling...
Tape the recording and get
the direction finders working.
ARMY: Calling the governor
three times and you're through.
This is McGarrett, Five-0.
Go ahead, Stanwood.
Been reading my horoscope, huh?
Scan Unit 3.
(whirring)
ARMY (over radio): Yeah?
Well, making me is one thing.
Finding me is another.
ARMY: Look, cut the
chitchat, McGarrett.
Where's the governor?
He's not here.
Scan Unit 4.
(whirring)
ARMY: Yeah, McGarrett, yeah.
That's exactly what I expect.
ARMY: I'm calling
the shots. Mark.
Metzger's body didn't
tell him anything?
The governor
doesn't know it yet,
but it told me that
you're a butcher,
and that you keep
making mistakes,
each one bigger than the last.
Look Metzger was your
mistake, McGarrett, not mine.
If you wanna start
exchanging live bodies,
then you better
get off your butts.
And you better let our men go,
or else we're gonna execute
your curly-headed dude.
Now, you've got
three hours, man. Just three.
Scan Unit 5.
(whirring)
ARMY: And if you don't think so,
you should see how your
friend Williams is sweating.
(whirring)
And mark. ARMY: Think so?
McGARRETT: Yeah. Yeah, all
your big talk about calling the shots...
ARMY: Three hours,
McGarrett. I repeat, three hours.
It's not my authority
to release anyone.
It's up to the
governor entirely.
Well, get him. You get him
on this horn in an hour. Out.
Jenny, get me the governor.
Chin, anything?
They're somewhere
in this triangle.
It covers about
ten square blocks.
Is that the best
you can give me?
Your conversation wasn't long
enough to give us a better fix.
Okay. Keep our teams
spread around town.
Stanwood may be using
a mobile transceiver.
(phone ringing)
McGarrett.
CHE: Steve, on Metzger's
clothes, there is a trace of evidence.
A form of fungus that grows
on rock in minimal light,
such as you have in caves,
grottos, concrete buildings.
That's interesting.
Anything else?
Yes.
Large grains of
gunpowder, I believe.
Some kind of propellant charge.
It's in the lab for analysis
now. Might be interesting.
Good, Che, good.
Move it as fast as you can, Che.
We've got less than three hours.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Thanks for coming
so quickly, governor.
We're waiting to
hear from them now.
I'd rather you not talk until
we can't avoid it anymore.
I understand. How
about some coffee?
Oh, thank you.
ARMY (over radio): This is
the People's Attack Group
calling the governor
and no one else.
Over.
Stanwood, this is McGarrett.
Where the hell is the governor?
He was off the island.
He's flying in from
Maui to talk with you.
He should be in in
roughly half an hour.
ARMY: You better not be
stalling, McGarrett, 'cause we're not.
You got two hours.
To show our good faith,
I talked to him
about the possibility
of releasing the
driver, Palusky, on bail.
Mark. (bleep)
After what you did to Vera,
you know what you can do
with your good faith, McGarrett.
That was an accident.
She hit the panic button.
And mark. (bleep)
Now, you hear this.
We want complete
freedom for Victor and Driver.
You have the governor
on the radio in 25 minutes,
or your boy goes up in flames
the same way Vera did. Out.
Chin. (snaps fingers)
They do have a mobile
transceiver. No question.
They're in the
middle of town now.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Excuse me.
You're on next, governor.
If you can keep them
talking a minute or two longer,
we might be able
to zero in on them.
Now, we have a
fix here at 6:35 a.m.
They were moving Diamond Head.
We have one here at
7:28 a.m. Hopefully...
ARMY (over radio): Calling the
governor. Calling the governor. Over.
Calling the governor.
Calling the governor. Over.
This is the governor
speaking. Over.
Well, well, well.
What do you know?
What's the word, gov?
Scan Unit 3.
Who am I talking to?
What... What is
this organization?
ARMY: You're talking to Army,
the colonel commanding
the People's Attack Group.
We're aiming for freedom,
everyone's freedom.
ARMY: Freedom from the
corporate state and the police Army.
Now, you turn our men loose.
You tell them they can
reach us at combat position D
when they're clear.
Mark.
Do you understand
the seriousness
of this kind of crime?
Do you understand there's
gonna be an execution
in an hour and a half
if you don't cut the bull?
Now, listen to me.
I want you to realize that
these things take time.
Look, you're stalling.
You hear me?
We're shutting down.
Now your cop dies. Out.
( ominous theme playing)
( tense theme playing)
Locations don't tell us anything
except they have a
mobile transceiver.
(ringing)
McGarrett. That gunpowder
from Metzger's clothing
is from a propellant charge
normally used
in artillery shells.
CHE: Now, these particular
grains are rather old,
unsophisticated compared
to modern explosives.
How old?
Well, it's slower burning
than those compositions
developed during World War II.
CHE: Might even be
of World War I vintage.
And considering the
fungus we'd found,
I'd say it came from some
kind of military storage area.
Okay, Che. Thank you.
Well, you heard.
This island was a
main storage depot
during World War
II and before that.
Yeah, there were ammunition
bunkers and powder magazines
all over these mountains
on both sides of the islands.
In combat position D.
Did he say D or B?
Why don't you ask him?
Okay, gentlemen, man the board.
Activate all units.
(whirring)
This is the governor calling
the People's Attack Group.
Is that rendezvous
called combat
position D, as in "dog,"
or B, as in "baker"?
Please clarify.
Position B is on
the north shore.
This is the People's
Attack Group.
That combat position is D,
as in "Dudley Do-Right."
Or "deader than a doornail."
I read you. Thanks. Over.
And if you turkeys have any
more messages, we'll listen,
but we're not
talking anymore. Out.
They're headed for the
windward side, going northeast.
The signal is getting weaker.
Northeast? And they say
they'll be able to hear us.
They can't be going too far
unless they have a
high vantage point,
free of interference.
Like a mountain.
Yeah, like Diamond Head.
There are plenty of gun
emplacements up there,
long since abandoned.
Chin, call Fort Shafter.
Tell them I want a
map of Harlow Batteries.
Every tunnel, every bunker.
Contact H.P.D.
I want a full squad
issued automatic
weapons and combat gear.
I want a SWAT team. Right.
Governor,
it will help if you wait
until the deadline is up.
Then call Stanwood on the radio.
Tell him that you've
released his two men.
Isn't that cutting
it rather close?
Yes, sir. But it
will buy more time.
Now, I doubt if they'll have a
phone in their gun emplacement.
Once he knows his men are
free, he'll have to wait there
until he hears from them.
What if they're not in
the gun emplacement?
(sighs)
I don't wanna think
about that. Anything else?
Yeah.
If you know a good prayer,
we could use one.
(door opens)
Cheer up, pig.
The governor's gonna
give you reprieve.
He's signing a
release for your men?
That's what he said.
Hey, you sound surprised.
Didn't you think he would?
If he said he will, he will.
You'll know for sure
next time I open this door.
(door shuts)
( tense theme playing)
( suspenseful theme playing)
This area is honeycombed
with tunnels and old
gun emplacements.
We use most of it for
civil defense storage,
and that's locked in
solid with an alarm.
Not even a rat could get
in without our knowing it.
What about this blue area?
An old mortar battery.
What's there?
Crew quarters, gun
emplacements and ammo storage.
Will this tunnel
lead us to that area?
If we don't run
into a locked door.
It's all connected.
All right, gentlemen,
let's surround this area.
Remember, no
noise. Quick and quiet.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Cover every possible exit.
We've got exactly 20 minutes.
Now, we're gonna try to
come up from behind them
through this tunnel.
Okay, let's move it.
Bob, Kimo, Bill, come with us.
Max, let's go.
Okay, Foxer, you can go
down and get some lunch.
Anything good down there?
Something Mike
calls barbecue beef.
Great.
This is the governor calling
the People's Attack Group.
GOVERNOR: This is the governor
calling the People's Attack Group.
The two men you call Victor
and Driver have been released.
This is the governor.
Repeat: Your two men
have been released.
Do you read me?
Hey! All right!
Go tell Natalie to
turn down that radio.
Wake up the whole neighborhood.
GOVERNOR: Victor
and Diver have...
All right, Nat, we heard.
Two men have been released.
Turn it down, will you? Please.
Nat?
Victor and Driver
have been released.
They will contact you
as soon as possible.
Do you read me?
This is the governor. Do you
read me? Your men have...
(gunshot)
They are free. I repeat,
this is the governor.
The two men you call Victor
and Driver have been released.
Come in. This is the governor.
Your two men, Victor and...
(distant gunshots)
Your men have been...
They will contact you...
(distant gunshots)
Any ideas, colonel? Solid steel.
Here. Here's the key
for the escape tunnel.
I got something to take care of.
(gunshots)
(grunts)
Where's Williams?
Where's Williams?
The powder magazine.
(distant gunshots, footsteps)
MIKE: Army!
( dramatic theme playing)
(panting)
How's it, Danno?
Close.
Yeah.
Yeah, too close.
Let's go.
Book him!
( heroic theme playing)
( upbeat surf theme playing)