Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980): Season 9, Episode 4 - Man on Fire - full transcript
A group of university students and their professor are examining a volcanic crater when they discover the bodies of five men in an inconspicuous location. Doc Bergman is initially unable to determine the cause of their deaths, so he enlists the aid of cantankerous physicist Grant Ormsbee, with whom McGarrett and Five-O are already familiar (from the previous season's "The Defector"). Five-O eventually learns that most of the dead men came from a variety of foreign countries, and that all of them died from exposure to radiation - creating an even bigger mystery for Five-O, because there is no lawful source of radioactive material, nor a facility working with it, in Hawaii that could have led to this exposure.
LORD: This is Jack Lord inviting
you to be with us next for "Man on Fire."
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: Five men are
dead, and now there's a possibility
that they might have died in
some sort of nuclear accident.
- The radiation source was plutonium.
- Plutonium?
We've had an accident in there.
That's sealed off when we're doing
our nuclear loading here. In the open.
This is an atomic device.
If I arm the things out here
and something goes wrong,
the whole end of
the island could blow.
So you're manufacturing
nuclear warheads.
MAN: I'm gonna make it very
simple for you, Dr. Orsmbee.
You stay alive only as
long as you work for us.
MAN: If this goes over,
if these plutonium
canisters log-jam,
massive radiation.
Keep them apart.
Keep them apart.
Don't let them get together.
LORD: Next, "Man on
Fire." Be here. Aloha.
McGARRETT: Five men are
dead, and now there's a possibility
that they might have died in
some sort of nuclear accident.
- The radiation source was plutonium.
- Plutonium?
So you're manufacturing
nuclear warheads.
You stay alive only as
long as you work for us.
MAN: If these plutonium
canisters logjam?
Massive radiation.
ORMSBEE: Keep them
apart, keep them apart.
Don't let them nest together.
LARCH: There you see
the mouth of the vent.
Nature's fiery doorway
to the bowels of the Earth.
- Will we go much closer, Dr. Larch?
- Oh, just a short distance, Peggy.
I wanna get some gas
samples for analysis.
But try not to breathe it.
- Might give us a terrific high.
- Ha, ha.
My turn to lead.
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: How many bodies
have been recovered, Danno?
DANNY: Five.
I just talked to Captain Tamaka
of the Hilo Police Department.
He said his men have checked
down to the bottom of the fumarole,
sifted the ashes, and that's it.
What about the rest of
this side of the volcano?
The vents and the fumaroles?
Well, the park rangers
are searching the area.
Nothing so far.
They figure the victims must
have been brought in by helicopter,
and at night, otherwise
they would've been spotted.
Well, landing a chopper around
here at night's a pretty tricky feat.
It'd take a good
pilot to do that.
Lot easier way to
get rid of bodies.
What about
identification, anything?
According to Tamaka, there's
no kind of ID on any of the bodies.
Even their clothing
labels were cut off.
If that research team
hadn't come down here,
these bodies never
would've been found.
Doc?
- Any cause of death yet?
- I don't know yet, Steve.
- Well, you must have some idea.
- They're all like this one.
No wounds, no marks,
no visible trauma.
No apparent cause. All
I know is that he's dead.
Big help, Doc.
Danno, call a staff meeting
at the office for tonight.
CHIN HO: His name
is Rene LaSerre.
At least that's the name he
gave to the Waverider Hotel.
And he was staying at
a hotel here in Oahu?
DANNY: Three of the
four we were able to identify
were staying at the
Waverider, Steve.
Then we can't overlook the possibility
that they died right here in Oahu,
and the bodies taken to the
big island to be disposed of.
Neat. Who would ever expect them
to be found in an active volcano?
LaSerre listed Martinique
as a home address.
Stated he was on
the island as a tourist.
Now, this man was identified as
Carl Williamson, from Rhodesia.
And according to the room
clerk, he was here on business.
David Akela from Belgium.
He was here on vacation.
McGARRETT: And
what about this one?
DANNY: His name
was James Chadway,
president of Hawaii
Sports Promotions.
According to his office
records, he traveled a lot,
mostly to international
sports events.
What events has he promoted?
None. Apparently, the
business was a front.
What about source of income?
Quarterly check from
a private Swiss bank
drawn on a holding company called
Broeder, Ltd., out of Lichtenstein.
- Swiss bank?
- Yeah.
McGARRETT: Belgium,
Rhodesia, Martinique.
Throw in Switzerland
and Lichtenstein
and they could form their own
version of the United Nations.
Have you run them
through Interpol?
DANNY: Everything
we have, Steve,
including copies of
photos and fingerprints.
I'll get Washington on it.
What about the fifth man?
No name on him. We
sent his prints to the FBI.
I ran his picture
all over the island.
As far as we know, he wasn't
registered in any of the hotels.
[PHONE RINGS]
Five dead men
and four dead ends.
And we don't even
know what killed them.
CHIN HO: Steve? McGARRETT: Yeah?
CHIN HO: Doc's got
something for you.
Tell him we're on our way.
Let's go, Danno.
What have you got for me, Doc?
First, none of them had
any notable marks or scars.
Nothing that will
help with identification.
That's a great start.
Well, I'm not too happy either.
Have you determined
the cause of death, yet?
- Not yet.
- Doctor, something had to kill them.
I do have a theory.
It's so far out, I'm reluctant
to even talk about it.
I contacted the Navy, asked
for a consultation with an expert,
a very distinguished man.
McGARRETT: Yeah? Who is it?
Pathology Lab.
- Hey, you can't just go in there.
- Obviously I can.
Steve, it's a small miracle that
he even agreed to come here.
He's one of the world's
foremost physicists.
Yes, and he's a real pain...
Dr. Bergman.
DOC: Oh, I'm very proud
to know you, Dr. Ormsbee.
Steve McGarrett, Hawaii
Five-0, Dan Williams.
McGARRETT: We've met before.
GUARD: Uh, sorry to bust in.
He just sailed right past
me, didn't even sign in.
- It's all right, I'll okay it.
- Thank you, McGarrett.
Well, you shouldn't have
gone to all this trouble.
I wasn't expecting a
welcoming committee.
Always a pleasure to
be of service, doctor.
Especially if you can help us
find out how those men died.
Tell me, McGarrett, why
do you need my help?
Seems to me this is
a matter better suited
to the infantile trappings
of a police mentality.
Doctor, you've been
asked to come here
to provide scientific expertise.
Now, I can do without
your psychological profile
of law-enforcement officers.
I admit the only reason I am here,
the problem promises to be intriguing.
If your data is correct, doctor.
Autopsy report, tissue samples,
x-rays, and organ specimens.
Is there anything we can
do to help you, Dr. Ormsbee?
Yes.
Yes, there is, Williams.
You can get me some coffee.
Black, level teaspoon of sugar.
And in a cup, not one of
those plastic abominations.
ORMSBEE: You are
correct, Dr. Bergman.
What killed them?
Massive radiation poisoning.
- Radiation? Atomic?
- Precisely.
The bodies are
heavily contaminated.
Well, I don't see
how that's possible.
There's not a nuclear
facility on the island
using fissionable material.
McGarrett, my conclusions are
both accurate and irrevocable.
Finding the source of the
contamination is your job.
I'll require tissue samples,
articles of clothing,
and samples of the volcanic ash
in which the bodies were found.
Have it all in my lab no
later than tomorrow morning.
And it would be wise to assign some
of your more intelligent men to me.
They might prove useful.
My men are useful
right where they are,
working on this
investigation, doctor.
Well, then, McGarrett,
you are going to have the opportunity
to learn the virtues of patience.
- My regrets, Dr. Bergman.
McGARRETT: Ormsbee.
You have a contract
with the U.S. Navy.
I just spoke to Admiral Gaines,
and he's agreed to
assign it and you to Five-0
for the duration of this
investigation, at my request.
What?
Five men, doctor,
five men are dead.
And now there's a possibility
that they might have died in
some sort of nuclear accident.
Now, I think that's important
enough to our national security
to warrant your
cooperation, is it not?
Very well, McGarrett,
I'll find your answers.
But in my lab, under my
supervision, and on my timetable.
Fine. Fine, it's a deal.
Then you have the
samples there by 8.
And, McGarrett, don't
call me, I'll call you.
[SIGHS]
You read it?
It says that McGarrett
and the Five-0 team
are investigating the deaths.
DE GROOT: It was a million-to-one
shot they found those bodies...
Good morning.
Let them investigate all
they want to. Good morning.
There's no possible way they
can link the dead men to us.
- Good morning.
- Leila.
- Good morning, Mr. Blair.
- We were lucky, Donald.
- Good morning, Julia.
- Good morning, sir.
Luck is a function of
good systems analysis.
Good morning, Mr. Blair.
BLAIR: Good morning,
Janice. That will be all for now.
Five deaths. It's too bad.
But we're clear, the project's
clear. We can proceed as planned.
I'll contact Johannesburg.
Memo:
Check out the business
files of James Chadway
and remove all contact.
And notify Lichtenstein to cut off
the Broeder payments to Chadway.
DANNY: And we got lucky at
the Waverider Hotel tour desk.
All three of the victims
registered there went on a bus tour.
Same tour, same time.
Right, they all went to Aloha
Stadium Wednesday at 2:00.
Did the guide or the bus
driver recognize any of them?
CHIN HO: The driver remembers
them and so does the guide.
Because somewhere
in the middle of the tour,
all three of them disappeared.
Disappeared?
GUIDE: The four structures you see
here each weigh 3.5 million pounds
and can move on an air film to
form any perfect configuration
for football,
baseball or concerts,
making this new 50,000-seat stadium
the only one of its kind in the world.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please feel free to take pictures,
and I'll be back with
you in a few minutes.
Mr. McGarrett, I'm Barbara
Soong. Can I help you?
Yes, please, Miss Soong.
We're investigating some deaths.
Were any of these men
on your tour recently?
Oh, my God.
Yes, I remember
them, all four of them.
They weren't paying any
attention to the tour or anything else.
They obviously had
private business.
These three men came
on the bus on the tour.
And this man met them.
A big guy, like maybe
an ex-football player.
That's Chadway.
Met them where?
Where did he meet them?
They met right about here.
I was giving my talk and they
just split. Some putdown, huh?
Did any of them mention
any destination or any names?
- Nothing.
- Did you notice anything special
about any of them?
The only thing I noticed
was the black guy's initials
on his attaché case: E.T.R.
McGARRETT: Thank you.
- Thank you, you've been very helpful.
- Okay.
DANNY: E.T.R.? How does
that translate into "David Akela"?
It doesn't, Danno. But nothing
makes sense in this case.
- Mr. de Groot, one of the...
- Not now, Julia, I'm very busy.
BLAIR: That's when
we apply... [KNOCKING]
BLAIR: Come in.
Uh, we'll finish this
later, Janice. Thank you.
What is it? Is there
something wrong?
I thought you said you
disposed of everything.
I thought I had.
I just found this in
the back of the car.
Perhaps we'd
better get rid of it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
McGARRETT: Come in.
DANNY: Steve, we've got
some identifications from Interpol.
The initials
E.T.R., they did it.
David Akela is
Ernesto Tomas Resula,
professional revolutionary
and commander in chief
of something called the
Pan-African Strike Force.
- Terrorists.
- Terrorists?
Yeah.
What about the rest?
Rene LaSerre is Suleiman
Arjieh from Lebanon,
one of the heads of a
paramilitary splinter group
backed by some heavy oil money.
Carl Williamson, heh,
is Carl Williamson,
ex-mercenary tied to some fanatic
anti-black elements in Rhodesia.
Rhodesia? Now, what...?
What's a Rhodesian doing in a group
with a pro-African activist like Resula?
The question is, what are any
of them doing in the islands?
Connected with James Chadway
of Hawaii Sports Promotions.
Yeah. And a Swiss bank fronting
for a Lichtenstein holding company.
Now, we're gonna have to do it
the hard way, Danno, from here.
I want a search made,
starting with Aloha Stadium.
Find out where those four men went.
They couldn't have just disappeared.
And this mystery man, Number
5, I wanna know about him.
His identity is
beginning to bug me.
Leila, you okay?
Sure, just a little dizzy.
Is it, uh...?
Yeah.
It's probably morning sickness.
Listen, is it okay if I
take a quick break?
Leila, how long's it been since
you've heard from lover boy?
Oh, Raymond's been
away on business.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, don't just stand around
here. You're on your break.
MARSTON: Come in.
Did you find anything yet?
No, we, um, haven't
had a Raymond Sawyer
on the payroll, Leila.
At least not in
the last two years.
But Raymond told me he did
special research jobs for the company.
I thought...
I just thought you might tell
me where I can reach him.
I see.
Well, if he was an
outside researcher,
they might know about
it in Mr. Blair's office.
- I'll check to see.
- Thanks.
We are currently shipping
a complete dental unit
to a medical mission run
by a remarkable priest,
a Father Ernesto Tomas Resula.
[PHONE RINGS]
Mr. Blair's office.
Just a moment, please.
Mr. Blair, it's Personnel.
They're trying to locate
a technical researcher
named Raymond Sawyer.
One of the inspection girls, Leila
Kapehala, is asking about him.
They were apparently involved,
and, uh, now she's hapai.
Raymond Sawyer.
No, the name means
nothing to me, Janice.
Nothing.
We may have a pattern
developing here, Danno,
even though it's irrational.
Three men arrive with false
papers, three mercenaries, terrorists,
from three violent
parts of the world.
They all make contact with
the same phony sports promoter.
And later they're found dead,
along with a fifth
man, Mr. Anonymous.
- But I don't see a pattern emerging.
- Because that's only part of it.
ORMSBEE: No, no, dear, it's
all right. Don't worry about a thing.
I'm not here on a social visit.
Thank you.
Well, McGarrett, I
have your answer.
- The radiation source was plutonium.
- Plutonium?
How would these people
have contact with plutonium?
There's only one logical
source: military nuclear device.
But I've already had Admiral Gaines
check out every military atomic device
on or near these islands,
and nothing's missing.
There have been no
breaches of security.
You mean they had
their own plutonium?
You have a very
flexible mind, McGarrett.
Yes, somehow they got possession
of some amount of plutonium.
And they'd better have somebody
that knows how to handle it too.
How do you detect
plutonium, doctor?
Oh, a Geiger counter,
a scintillometer.
Or the effects: internal
bleeding, nausea, vomiting.
But remember, McGarrett, any
contact, any at all, can be fatal,
so let's not have any
adolescent heroics
from you or any of your men.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
McGarrett.
Yes, put him on,
please. Jonathan? Yes.
You have? Good. Good.
Yes, thank you.
Thank you, I've got it.
Well, we've got a make
on our mystery man.
Washington identified
him from his prints.
His name is Raymond Sawyer.
Graduated from MIT.
Majored in physics. But
that's all they know about him.
Last known address, Chicago.
BLAIR: Of course, it's a
great tragedy, Your Excellency.
Ernesto and I had a
close personal friendship.
But we have to face facts.
There was an accident.
Ernesto is dead.
But, uh, I assume you still want
us to ship you the dental unit.
Fine.
Of course. Same
price, same terms.
And once more, please accept
my deep regrets over this tragedy.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yes, Mr. Blair?
- I'm drafting a report, Janice.
I don't want to be
disturbed for anything until 3.
There are to be
absolutely no interruptions.
Yes, sir.
- Almost finished?
- Almost.
As soon as it's cushioned, all I have to
do is replace the false front on the unit.
Good, because I just talked
to His Excellency in Africa.
I told him we found the
cause of the accident,
that everything was
back in working order,
and that his first dental unit
would ship out on schedule.
We haven't fixed anything.
We've had an accident in there.
Now that's sealed off
and we're doing all our nuclear
loading out here in the open.
Do you realize the dangers?
No, this is it, Donald.
I don't know when we can
produce the next one or ship it out.
The down payment went into the
Swiss account this morning, Piet.
Three quarters of a million.
What am I going to tell him?
That we killed his agent
and now we can't deliver?
Piet, I'm counting on you.
This isn't a corporate
sales meeting, Donald.
This is an atomic device.
If I arm the things out here
and something goes wrong,
the whole end of
the island could blow.
Now, I can't make
any mistakes, none.
I'm a very good systems
engineer, Donald,
good enough to
know my own limits.
Raymond Sawyer
was our only physicist,
and the accident killed him.
Now, what we need is
another Raymond Sawyer
to tell us what went on in
that room and to repair it.
I understand McGarrett
sent out notices
to all hospitals and
doctors on the island.
Some sort of a warning about possible
radiation sickness or contamination.
So the police found out what
killed Sawyer and the others.
[SIGHS]
- Well, we expected
that. BLAIR: Yes.
But the notice was verified
by a technical expert,
a nuclear physicist,
Dr. Grant Ormsbee.
[MACHINE HUMMING]
- Dr. Ormsbee?
- Yes.
I'm Peters from Security.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I noticed your assistant
leave moments ago,
and I was wondering how late
you'd be working this evening.
If you had the simple capacity
to read your instructions,
you'd know that I
frequently work late at night.
I was simply concerned that somebody
may worry if you didn't show up.
Nobody's gonna miss
you for a long time.
What?
BLAIR: Why did Leila take the day off?
- She wasn't feeling well.
She went to see her
doctor, Dr. Gleason.
Look, I know Leila's pregnant,
that's her private affair.
- No pun intended.
- Ha. Thanks, Mr. Blair.
It's not being pregnant, though.
She just wasn't feeling
well, sick to her stomach.
And she told me yesterday
when she was combing her hair,
some of it came out in her hand.
That kind of worried her.
Well, uh, let's hope
it's nothing serious.
I hope not. Thank
you, Mr. Blair.
So you're manufacturing
nuclear warheads.
I trust you've kept
that room sealed off.
Of course.
I assume that the fissionable
material is plutonium?
Yes.
For one of the most dangerous
and volatile elements
known to science,
you people handle
it rather sloppily.
I don't think I've ever seen
such an amateurish system.
It's no wonder to me
you've had a breakdown.
In fact, it's a small miracle
that everyone in this jerrybuilt disaster
hasn't been fatally contaminated.
Shut up.
Now, apparently, you
think you can intimidate me.
Let me tell you that the only secret
weapon you've displayed so far
has been an
unbelievable ignorance.
I'm gonna make it very
simple for you, Dr. Ormsbee.
You stay alive only as
long as you work for us.
You figure out what happened
in that little room and you repair it.
I have every intention
of staying alive.
And I shall repair your
gimcrack structure,
but only because the
problem interests me.
Good, then I suggest
you get started.
Only on the condition that you
tell these nervous incompetents
that I shall require willing
and even intelligent obedience.
- You're crazy.
ORMSBEE: Perhaps.
But then that would mean that
you've placed your entire operation
into the hands of a
madman, wouldn't it?
Now, first off, I shall require
one box of Hoyo de Monterreys.
- What?
- Cigars. Cigars, you moron.
Havanas, and no
Philippine imitations.
You, I want you to
take notes for me.
- Let's go. DE GROOT: Go.
BLAIR: Piet.
- He is out of his mind.
- Can he repair the leak?
Probably, if I
don't kill him first.
Is this mechanical
slave operable?
- Yes, sir, I believe it is.
- Good.
Listen, uh, Sawyer's
girl, Leila Kapehala,
I think she may have
radiation poisoning.
No, that's impossible.
It's impossible. She's
never even been down here.
Nevertheless, she
has all the symptoms.
I suggest we run
a thorough check
and find the source
as soon as possible.
That girl is on her way
to see a Dr. Gleason.
If he diagnoses it, the string
could lead right back here.
And we don't know what
Sawyer may have told her.
Leila, in your job, do you
work with radium or x-rays?
No. Why?
What is it?
Leila, you've been
exposed to radiation.
I'm afraid there may
have been some damage.
Not to the baby.
Well, I can't really be certain of
that until I run some more tests.
Leila, the fetus is
terribly vulnerable.
There is a chance that the
baby may have to be aborted.
No.
No, you're wrong.
I really want this baby.
Leila, listen to me.
Radiation poisoning is not
only very dangerous to the baby,
it's very dangerous for you.
- My baby.
- Please, Leila, sit down.
Let me make
arrangements for the tests.
I'll be right back.
Nurse.
I want a sedative for Leila.
Five-0 office?
This is Dr. Gleason.
I'd like to speak to
Mr. McGarrett, please.
Yes, I'll hold.
McGarrett.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett, I got your
warning notice this morning,
and I have a patient,
a Leila Kapehala,
who is showing preliminary
signs of radiation exposure.
Doctor, Leila's gone.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett, my nurse
has just told me Leila has run away.
Run away?
- You mean just now?
GLEASON [OVER PHONE]: Yeah.
Okay, doc.
I'll need an address
and her description.
I'll get an APB out right away.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
No, I'm sorry, we have no
record of a Raymond Sawyer.
And I can't remember anybody
who looked like that man.
I see.
What about his girlfriend?
A Leila Kapehala?
I understand she works here?
Well, uh, Miss Kapehala is a nice
girl and a good worker when she's here.
But I don't know much
about her private life.
This is her bench here.
Oh, the man in
your picture, Sawyer.
Well, apparently, Miss
Kapehala did know him.
Apparently.
Where is she now?
Well, I understand
she called in sick.
She's a little casual about
time clocks and schedules, heh.
She may very well be sick,
but it may equally well be an
excuse for a picnic, some surfing.
You know these people.
Yes, perhaps a lot better
than you do, Mr. Blair.
- Look, I didn't mean that to sound...
McGARRETT: No, no, quite all right.
Would you mind having
that picture of Sawyer posted?
Maybe some of your employees
will remember seeing him.
Of course. I'll show you out.
No need. Thank you.
BLAIR: The underground
air-conditioning system
was supposed to bypass
the upper plant here.
But it looks like it made the
connection right here by the filter.
Right next to Leila
Kapehala's test bench.
Which means she's been
breathing radioactive dust particles
for God knows how long.
Well,
I'll take care of that problem.
You'll have to take care of her.
- McGarrett. DANNY
[OVER RADIO]: Steve.
We just got word. Grant
Ormsbee is missing.
Missing?
Apparently, he was last seen in
his lab before midnight last night.
Any leads?
We checked out every logical
place he might be, came up empty.
I'm afraid that's not good
enough on this one, Danno.
Ormsbee is much too important,
not only to the scientific
community but to the country.
MAN: Negative on the
university. You want more checks?
Yeah, okay.
I want every available
H.P.D. man on the street.
- Ormsbee must be found.
- We're on it, Steve.
STEVE [OVER PHONE]:
What about the Kapehala girl?
Oh, we struck out there too.
But Chin came up with an
earlier personnel file on her.
Got an old home address.
Her mother still lives there.
It's 1217 Old Kapuli Road.
- 1217? DANNY: Affirmative.
All right, I'll check it out myself, Danno.
I'm not too far from there right now.
- Where shall I put it, sir?
- Put it... What is it?
Um, Dr. Ormsbee,
they're your cigars.
Why the hell didn't
you say so? Open them.
[GRUNTS]
Light it. Light it.
Very good, Dolby,
you're learning.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- What happened?
- There's been a shooting.
A girl by the name
of Leila Kapehala.
Who shot her?
So far we've got no
witnesses and no suspects.
- Lab team on their way?
- Yes, sir. Also the ambulance.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Kapehala.
She was coming home to
me and someone shot her.
They took everything.
Everything Leila sent me.
All of her letters,
all of the pictures
of Leila with her man.
Her man? Is this the man?
She was gonna have a child.
She was gonna be married.
Everything good in
life was happening.
[MRS. KAPEHALA SOBS]
Everything good.
GRAINGER [OVER PHONE]:
Yes, Medical Components
is a division of our company.
Tell me, Mr. Grainger, do you
have a Military Weapons Division
with a government contract to
manufacture nuclear weapons?
The answer is yes.
We produce them, but under
very tight government control.
Was the government
planning to set up
a nuclear manufacturing
facility here in the islands?
GRAINGER: Yes.
All the necessary machinery
was shipped to Oahu,
and then we were stopped dead.
They changed the law and
the project was scrubbed.
The equipment's still
there, warehoused.
That's one of them.
- Sounds empty.
- No way, she's too heavy.
Open it up.
WORKER: Rocks.
Yeah.
Washington has just informed me
that the French had a
shipment of plutonium ripped off
less than six months ago.
Ironic, huh?
Only one of two countries
that didn't sign the Nuclear
Non-Proliferation Pact.
Yeah, and there's more.
One of the observers at those
tests, a man by the name of de Groot,
a representative of
a civilian contractor,
he is now living in the islands.
Coincidence, huh?
CHIN HO: But isn't de
Groot the production VP
at Medical Components?
The same.
I think we have all the
pieces now, gentlemen.
Blair saw his
chance, and he took it.
He hijacked his own
company's machinery
from the warehouse.
De Groot supplied
the stolen plutonium.
And now they're
manufacturing nuclear devices.
- But, Steve, the risks are insane.
- So are the profits.
Three of the dead men in that
volcano were foreign buyers.
Now, Chadway, who used his
Islands Sports Promotion as a cover,
was the salesman.
Sawyer was the
scientific brains.
Now, when he died,
they needed a scientist to
repair whatever went wrong,
so they kidnapped one.
Grant Ormsbee.
One thing's for sure,
they're doing a hell of a job
keeping a nuclear
manufacturing facility under wraps.
Under.
Under. That's it.
Any bets, gentlemen,
that the nuclear facility we're
looking for is underground,
under Diamond Head?
Notify H.P.D. Let's go.
Everyone stay right where
you are and no one will get hurt.
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: Where's Mr. Blair?
I don't know. I thought
he was in there.
He told me not to disturb him.
McGARRETT: Open it.
Wait a minute.
What's this?
Give me that.
Follow me, come on.
BLAIR: You led us to believe
you had the problem solved.
ORMSBEE: Solving
it and correcting it
are two entirely
different matters.
Are they? I think
you're stalling.
Then, sir, I suggest you pluck some
other physicist out of the dead of night
and have him repair
your rinky-dink facili...
BLAIR: At least
give us an estimate
of when you expect your
work to be completed.
It's a simple question, doctor.
Well, those are the kind
that best suit you, aren't they?
I don't have to take
any more from you.
Just perhaps a rough idea?
Well, roughly,
I think that I can
promise you gentlemen
at almost any moment now,
you're going to have some
rather startling developments.
If you'll excuse me, please.
He's stalling, Donald.
ORMSBEE: What kept you?
I was expecting you earlier.
- But I was here earlier,
sir. ORMSBEE: Dolby.
DANNY [WHISPERS]: Get back.
Let's go.
You're all under arrest.
Come with me.
Take him. Let's go.
Don't shoot. You're
liable to hit that plutonium.
BLAIR: McGarrett.
Do you know what will
happen if this goes over,
if these plutonium
canisters logjam?
Massive radiation.
We'll all end up like
those men in the volcano.
What about it, doctor?
- I'm figuring the odds.
- Hold it.
Is that the way you wanna die?
BLAIR: You leave me no choice.
What are the odds, doctor?
Three or more of those
canisters have to nest together
in order to trigger radiation.
I'd say the odds
are about 5-to-1.
If that's the best we can
do, we have no choice on it.
We're going in.
You stay here. And
stay here, doctor.
Danno, let's go.
Don't let them nest together.
Keep them apart,
keep them apart.
Don't let them nest together.
Keep them apart. That's
right, push them. Right there.
Good, good.
Come out. Throw
your weapons out.
Come out with your
hands on your head.
Hold it right there.
Turn around. To
H.P.D., on the double.
Okay, Danno.
Let's go.
McGarrett, I restructured this
entire nuclear assembly system.
Now, they don't know it,
but this thing works now.
They could build a warhead here.
There was no reason for
this kind of frontal assault.
Doctor, for some naive reason,
there was concern on
our part about your safety.
McGarrett, you simply can't resist
the urge to play hero, can you?
Well, no serious damage done.
- We can't be sure of that.
- What?
Well, you've been
working with plutonium.
We can't be sure you're not suffering
from at least a little radiation poisoning
until you're hospitalized
and checked over thoroughly.
Are you mad?
I don't have the time
for an endless series of
thoroughly unpleasant tests.
I've got to stay
here, McGarrett.
I put this thing together.
Now I've gotta dismantle it.
Chin, Duke, take him to the
hospital and have him examined.
McGarrett, I have to stay here.
- You're under arrest.
- What?
What do you mean, I'm under
arrest? What's the charge?
- Conspiracy.
- Conspiracy?
You just said you
helped these people
restructure the entire
nuclear system completely.
McGarrett, they kidnapped me.
Now, I was here under duress.
All right, prove it. That
will take a couple of days,
and that's all they
need to examine you.
ORMSBEE: McGarrett...
- Take him away, boys.
McGarrett, McGarrett.
You wait, McGarrett, until
Admiral Gaines hears about this.
[ORMSBEE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Good.
you to be with us next for "Man on Fire."
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: Five men are
dead, and now there's a possibility
that they might have died in
some sort of nuclear accident.
- The radiation source was plutonium.
- Plutonium?
We've had an accident in there.
That's sealed off when we're doing
our nuclear loading here. In the open.
This is an atomic device.
If I arm the things out here
and something goes wrong,
the whole end of
the island could blow.
So you're manufacturing
nuclear warheads.
MAN: I'm gonna make it very
simple for you, Dr. Orsmbee.
You stay alive only as
long as you work for us.
MAN: If this goes over,
if these plutonium
canisters log-jam,
massive radiation.
Keep them apart.
Keep them apart.
Don't let them get together.
LORD: Next, "Man on
Fire." Be here. Aloha.
McGARRETT: Five men are
dead, and now there's a possibility
that they might have died in
some sort of nuclear accident.
- The radiation source was plutonium.
- Plutonium?
So you're manufacturing
nuclear warheads.
You stay alive only as
long as you work for us.
MAN: If these plutonium
canisters logjam?
Massive radiation.
ORMSBEE: Keep them
apart, keep them apart.
Don't let them nest together.
LARCH: There you see
the mouth of the vent.
Nature's fiery doorway
to the bowels of the Earth.
- Will we go much closer, Dr. Larch?
- Oh, just a short distance, Peggy.
I wanna get some gas
samples for analysis.
But try not to breathe it.
- Might give us a terrific high.
- Ha, ha.
My turn to lead.
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: How many bodies
have been recovered, Danno?
DANNY: Five.
I just talked to Captain Tamaka
of the Hilo Police Department.
He said his men have checked
down to the bottom of the fumarole,
sifted the ashes, and that's it.
What about the rest of
this side of the volcano?
The vents and the fumaroles?
Well, the park rangers
are searching the area.
Nothing so far.
They figure the victims must
have been brought in by helicopter,
and at night, otherwise
they would've been spotted.
Well, landing a chopper around
here at night's a pretty tricky feat.
It'd take a good
pilot to do that.
Lot easier way to
get rid of bodies.
What about
identification, anything?
According to Tamaka, there's
no kind of ID on any of the bodies.
Even their clothing
labels were cut off.
If that research team
hadn't come down here,
these bodies never
would've been found.
Doc?
- Any cause of death yet?
- I don't know yet, Steve.
- Well, you must have some idea.
- They're all like this one.
No wounds, no marks,
no visible trauma.
No apparent cause. All
I know is that he's dead.
Big help, Doc.
Danno, call a staff meeting
at the office for tonight.
CHIN HO: His name
is Rene LaSerre.
At least that's the name he
gave to the Waverider Hotel.
And he was staying at
a hotel here in Oahu?
DANNY: Three of the
four we were able to identify
were staying at the
Waverider, Steve.
Then we can't overlook the possibility
that they died right here in Oahu,
and the bodies taken to the
big island to be disposed of.
Neat. Who would ever expect them
to be found in an active volcano?
LaSerre listed Martinique
as a home address.
Stated he was on
the island as a tourist.
Now, this man was identified as
Carl Williamson, from Rhodesia.
And according to the room
clerk, he was here on business.
David Akela from Belgium.
He was here on vacation.
McGARRETT: And
what about this one?
DANNY: His name
was James Chadway,
president of Hawaii
Sports Promotions.
According to his office
records, he traveled a lot,
mostly to international
sports events.
What events has he promoted?
None. Apparently, the
business was a front.
What about source of income?
Quarterly check from
a private Swiss bank
drawn on a holding company called
Broeder, Ltd., out of Lichtenstein.
- Swiss bank?
- Yeah.
McGARRETT: Belgium,
Rhodesia, Martinique.
Throw in Switzerland
and Lichtenstein
and they could form their own
version of the United Nations.
Have you run them
through Interpol?
DANNY: Everything
we have, Steve,
including copies of
photos and fingerprints.
I'll get Washington on it.
What about the fifth man?
No name on him. We
sent his prints to the FBI.
I ran his picture
all over the island.
As far as we know, he wasn't
registered in any of the hotels.
[PHONE RINGS]
Five dead men
and four dead ends.
And we don't even
know what killed them.
CHIN HO: Steve? McGARRETT: Yeah?
CHIN HO: Doc's got
something for you.
Tell him we're on our way.
Let's go, Danno.
What have you got for me, Doc?
First, none of them had
any notable marks or scars.
Nothing that will
help with identification.
That's a great start.
Well, I'm not too happy either.
Have you determined
the cause of death, yet?
- Not yet.
- Doctor, something had to kill them.
I do have a theory.
It's so far out, I'm reluctant
to even talk about it.
I contacted the Navy, asked
for a consultation with an expert,
a very distinguished man.
McGARRETT: Yeah? Who is it?
Pathology Lab.
- Hey, you can't just go in there.
- Obviously I can.
Steve, it's a small miracle that
he even agreed to come here.
He's one of the world's
foremost physicists.
Yes, and he's a real pain...
Dr. Bergman.
DOC: Oh, I'm very proud
to know you, Dr. Ormsbee.
Steve McGarrett, Hawaii
Five-0, Dan Williams.
McGARRETT: We've met before.
GUARD: Uh, sorry to bust in.
He just sailed right past
me, didn't even sign in.
- It's all right, I'll okay it.
- Thank you, McGarrett.
Well, you shouldn't have
gone to all this trouble.
I wasn't expecting a
welcoming committee.
Always a pleasure to
be of service, doctor.
Especially if you can help us
find out how those men died.
Tell me, McGarrett, why
do you need my help?
Seems to me this is
a matter better suited
to the infantile trappings
of a police mentality.
Doctor, you've been
asked to come here
to provide scientific expertise.
Now, I can do without
your psychological profile
of law-enforcement officers.
I admit the only reason I am here,
the problem promises to be intriguing.
If your data is correct, doctor.
Autopsy report, tissue samples,
x-rays, and organ specimens.
Is there anything we can
do to help you, Dr. Ormsbee?
Yes.
Yes, there is, Williams.
You can get me some coffee.
Black, level teaspoon of sugar.
And in a cup, not one of
those plastic abominations.
ORMSBEE: You are
correct, Dr. Bergman.
What killed them?
Massive radiation poisoning.
- Radiation? Atomic?
- Precisely.
The bodies are
heavily contaminated.
Well, I don't see
how that's possible.
There's not a nuclear
facility on the island
using fissionable material.
McGarrett, my conclusions are
both accurate and irrevocable.
Finding the source of the
contamination is your job.
I'll require tissue samples,
articles of clothing,
and samples of the volcanic ash
in which the bodies were found.
Have it all in my lab no
later than tomorrow morning.
And it would be wise to assign some
of your more intelligent men to me.
They might prove useful.
My men are useful
right where they are,
working on this
investigation, doctor.
Well, then, McGarrett,
you are going to have the opportunity
to learn the virtues of patience.
- My regrets, Dr. Bergman.
McGARRETT: Ormsbee.
You have a contract
with the U.S. Navy.
I just spoke to Admiral Gaines,
and he's agreed to
assign it and you to Five-0
for the duration of this
investigation, at my request.
What?
Five men, doctor,
five men are dead.
And now there's a possibility
that they might have died in
some sort of nuclear accident.
Now, I think that's important
enough to our national security
to warrant your
cooperation, is it not?
Very well, McGarrett,
I'll find your answers.
But in my lab, under my
supervision, and on my timetable.
Fine. Fine, it's a deal.
Then you have the
samples there by 8.
And, McGarrett, don't
call me, I'll call you.
[SIGHS]
You read it?
It says that McGarrett
and the Five-0 team
are investigating the deaths.
DE GROOT: It was a million-to-one
shot they found those bodies...
Good morning.
Let them investigate all
they want to. Good morning.
There's no possible way they
can link the dead men to us.
- Good morning.
- Leila.
- Good morning, Mr. Blair.
- We were lucky, Donald.
- Good morning, Julia.
- Good morning, sir.
Luck is a function of
good systems analysis.
Good morning, Mr. Blair.
BLAIR: Good morning,
Janice. That will be all for now.
Five deaths. It's too bad.
But we're clear, the project's
clear. We can proceed as planned.
I'll contact Johannesburg.
Memo:
Check out the business
files of James Chadway
and remove all contact.
And notify Lichtenstein to cut off
the Broeder payments to Chadway.
DANNY: And we got lucky at
the Waverider Hotel tour desk.
All three of the victims
registered there went on a bus tour.
Same tour, same time.
Right, they all went to Aloha
Stadium Wednesday at 2:00.
Did the guide or the bus
driver recognize any of them?
CHIN HO: The driver remembers
them and so does the guide.
Because somewhere
in the middle of the tour,
all three of them disappeared.
Disappeared?
GUIDE: The four structures you see
here each weigh 3.5 million pounds
and can move on an air film to
form any perfect configuration
for football,
baseball or concerts,
making this new 50,000-seat stadium
the only one of its kind in the world.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please feel free to take pictures,
and I'll be back with
you in a few minutes.
Mr. McGarrett, I'm Barbara
Soong. Can I help you?
Yes, please, Miss Soong.
We're investigating some deaths.
Were any of these men
on your tour recently?
Oh, my God.
Yes, I remember
them, all four of them.
They weren't paying any
attention to the tour or anything else.
They obviously had
private business.
These three men came
on the bus on the tour.
And this man met them.
A big guy, like maybe
an ex-football player.
That's Chadway.
Met them where?
Where did he meet them?
They met right about here.
I was giving my talk and they
just split. Some putdown, huh?
Did any of them mention
any destination or any names?
- Nothing.
- Did you notice anything special
about any of them?
The only thing I noticed
was the black guy's initials
on his attaché case: E.T.R.
McGARRETT: Thank you.
- Thank you, you've been very helpful.
- Okay.
DANNY: E.T.R.? How does
that translate into "David Akela"?
It doesn't, Danno. But nothing
makes sense in this case.
- Mr. de Groot, one of the...
- Not now, Julia, I'm very busy.
BLAIR: That's when
we apply... [KNOCKING]
BLAIR: Come in.
Uh, we'll finish this
later, Janice. Thank you.
What is it? Is there
something wrong?
I thought you said you
disposed of everything.
I thought I had.
I just found this in
the back of the car.
Perhaps we'd
better get rid of it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
McGARRETT: Come in.
DANNY: Steve, we've got
some identifications from Interpol.
The initials
E.T.R., they did it.
David Akela is
Ernesto Tomas Resula,
professional revolutionary
and commander in chief
of something called the
Pan-African Strike Force.
- Terrorists.
- Terrorists?
Yeah.
What about the rest?
Rene LaSerre is Suleiman
Arjieh from Lebanon,
one of the heads of a
paramilitary splinter group
backed by some heavy oil money.
Carl Williamson, heh,
is Carl Williamson,
ex-mercenary tied to some fanatic
anti-black elements in Rhodesia.
Rhodesia? Now, what...?
What's a Rhodesian doing in a group
with a pro-African activist like Resula?
The question is, what are any
of them doing in the islands?
Connected with James Chadway
of Hawaii Sports Promotions.
Yeah. And a Swiss bank fronting
for a Lichtenstein holding company.
Now, we're gonna have to do it
the hard way, Danno, from here.
I want a search made,
starting with Aloha Stadium.
Find out where those four men went.
They couldn't have just disappeared.
And this mystery man, Number
5, I wanna know about him.
His identity is
beginning to bug me.
Leila, you okay?
Sure, just a little dizzy.
Is it, uh...?
Yeah.
It's probably morning sickness.
Listen, is it okay if I
take a quick break?
Leila, how long's it been since
you've heard from lover boy?
Oh, Raymond's been
away on business.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, don't just stand around
here. You're on your break.
MARSTON: Come in.
Did you find anything yet?
No, we, um, haven't
had a Raymond Sawyer
on the payroll, Leila.
At least not in
the last two years.
But Raymond told me he did
special research jobs for the company.
I thought...
I just thought you might tell
me where I can reach him.
I see.
Well, if he was an
outside researcher,
they might know about
it in Mr. Blair's office.
- I'll check to see.
- Thanks.
We are currently shipping
a complete dental unit
to a medical mission run
by a remarkable priest,
a Father Ernesto Tomas Resula.
[PHONE RINGS]
Mr. Blair's office.
Just a moment, please.
Mr. Blair, it's Personnel.
They're trying to locate
a technical researcher
named Raymond Sawyer.
One of the inspection girls, Leila
Kapehala, is asking about him.
They were apparently involved,
and, uh, now she's hapai.
Raymond Sawyer.
No, the name means
nothing to me, Janice.
Nothing.
We may have a pattern
developing here, Danno,
even though it's irrational.
Three men arrive with false
papers, three mercenaries, terrorists,
from three violent
parts of the world.
They all make contact with
the same phony sports promoter.
And later they're found dead,
along with a fifth
man, Mr. Anonymous.
- But I don't see a pattern emerging.
- Because that's only part of it.
ORMSBEE: No, no, dear, it's
all right. Don't worry about a thing.
I'm not here on a social visit.
Thank you.
Well, McGarrett, I
have your answer.
- The radiation source was plutonium.
- Plutonium?
How would these people
have contact with plutonium?
There's only one logical
source: military nuclear device.
But I've already had Admiral Gaines
check out every military atomic device
on or near these islands,
and nothing's missing.
There have been no
breaches of security.
You mean they had
their own plutonium?
You have a very
flexible mind, McGarrett.
Yes, somehow they got possession
of some amount of plutonium.
And they'd better have somebody
that knows how to handle it too.
How do you detect
plutonium, doctor?
Oh, a Geiger counter,
a scintillometer.
Or the effects: internal
bleeding, nausea, vomiting.
But remember, McGarrett, any
contact, any at all, can be fatal,
so let's not have any
adolescent heroics
from you or any of your men.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
McGarrett.
Yes, put him on,
please. Jonathan? Yes.
You have? Good. Good.
Yes, thank you.
Thank you, I've got it.
Well, we've got a make
on our mystery man.
Washington identified
him from his prints.
His name is Raymond Sawyer.
Graduated from MIT.
Majored in physics. But
that's all they know about him.
Last known address, Chicago.
BLAIR: Of course, it's a
great tragedy, Your Excellency.
Ernesto and I had a
close personal friendship.
But we have to face facts.
There was an accident.
Ernesto is dead.
But, uh, I assume you still want
us to ship you the dental unit.
Fine.
Of course. Same
price, same terms.
And once more, please accept
my deep regrets over this tragedy.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yes, Mr. Blair?
- I'm drafting a report, Janice.
I don't want to be
disturbed for anything until 3.
There are to be
absolutely no interruptions.
Yes, sir.
- Almost finished?
- Almost.
As soon as it's cushioned, all I have to
do is replace the false front on the unit.
Good, because I just talked
to His Excellency in Africa.
I told him we found the
cause of the accident,
that everything was
back in working order,
and that his first dental unit
would ship out on schedule.
We haven't fixed anything.
We've had an accident in there.
Now that's sealed off
and we're doing all our nuclear
loading out here in the open.
Do you realize the dangers?
No, this is it, Donald.
I don't know when we can
produce the next one or ship it out.
The down payment went into the
Swiss account this morning, Piet.
Three quarters of a million.
What am I going to tell him?
That we killed his agent
and now we can't deliver?
Piet, I'm counting on you.
This isn't a corporate
sales meeting, Donald.
This is an atomic device.
If I arm the things out here
and something goes wrong,
the whole end of
the island could blow.
Now, I can't make
any mistakes, none.
I'm a very good systems
engineer, Donald,
good enough to
know my own limits.
Raymond Sawyer
was our only physicist,
and the accident killed him.
Now, what we need is
another Raymond Sawyer
to tell us what went on in
that room and to repair it.
I understand McGarrett
sent out notices
to all hospitals and
doctors on the island.
Some sort of a warning about possible
radiation sickness or contamination.
So the police found out what
killed Sawyer and the others.
[SIGHS]
- Well, we expected
that. BLAIR: Yes.
But the notice was verified
by a technical expert,
a nuclear physicist,
Dr. Grant Ormsbee.
[MACHINE HUMMING]
- Dr. Ormsbee?
- Yes.
I'm Peters from Security.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I noticed your assistant
leave moments ago,
and I was wondering how late
you'd be working this evening.
If you had the simple capacity
to read your instructions,
you'd know that I
frequently work late at night.
I was simply concerned that somebody
may worry if you didn't show up.
Nobody's gonna miss
you for a long time.
What?
BLAIR: Why did Leila take the day off?
- She wasn't feeling well.
She went to see her
doctor, Dr. Gleason.
Look, I know Leila's pregnant,
that's her private affair.
- No pun intended.
- Ha. Thanks, Mr. Blair.
It's not being pregnant, though.
She just wasn't feeling
well, sick to her stomach.
And she told me yesterday
when she was combing her hair,
some of it came out in her hand.
That kind of worried her.
Well, uh, let's hope
it's nothing serious.
I hope not. Thank
you, Mr. Blair.
So you're manufacturing
nuclear warheads.
I trust you've kept
that room sealed off.
Of course.
I assume that the fissionable
material is plutonium?
Yes.
For one of the most dangerous
and volatile elements
known to science,
you people handle
it rather sloppily.
I don't think I've ever seen
such an amateurish system.
It's no wonder to me
you've had a breakdown.
In fact, it's a small miracle
that everyone in this jerrybuilt disaster
hasn't been fatally contaminated.
Shut up.
Now, apparently, you
think you can intimidate me.
Let me tell you that the only secret
weapon you've displayed so far
has been an
unbelievable ignorance.
I'm gonna make it very
simple for you, Dr. Ormsbee.
You stay alive only as
long as you work for us.
You figure out what happened
in that little room and you repair it.
I have every intention
of staying alive.
And I shall repair your
gimcrack structure,
but only because the
problem interests me.
Good, then I suggest
you get started.
Only on the condition that you
tell these nervous incompetents
that I shall require willing
and even intelligent obedience.
- You're crazy.
ORMSBEE: Perhaps.
But then that would mean that
you've placed your entire operation
into the hands of a
madman, wouldn't it?
Now, first off, I shall require
one box of Hoyo de Monterreys.
- What?
- Cigars. Cigars, you moron.
Havanas, and no
Philippine imitations.
You, I want you to
take notes for me.
- Let's go. DE GROOT: Go.
BLAIR: Piet.
- He is out of his mind.
- Can he repair the leak?
Probably, if I
don't kill him first.
Is this mechanical
slave operable?
- Yes, sir, I believe it is.
- Good.
Listen, uh, Sawyer's
girl, Leila Kapehala,
I think she may have
radiation poisoning.
No, that's impossible.
It's impossible. She's
never even been down here.
Nevertheless, she
has all the symptoms.
I suggest we run
a thorough check
and find the source
as soon as possible.
That girl is on her way
to see a Dr. Gleason.
If he diagnoses it, the string
could lead right back here.
And we don't know what
Sawyer may have told her.
Leila, in your job, do you
work with radium or x-rays?
No. Why?
What is it?
Leila, you've been
exposed to radiation.
I'm afraid there may
have been some damage.
Not to the baby.
Well, I can't really be certain of
that until I run some more tests.
Leila, the fetus is
terribly vulnerable.
There is a chance that the
baby may have to be aborted.
No.
No, you're wrong.
I really want this baby.
Leila, listen to me.
Radiation poisoning is not
only very dangerous to the baby,
it's very dangerous for you.
- My baby.
- Please, Leila, sit down.
Let me make
arrangements for the tests.
I'll be right back.
Nurse.
I want a sedative for Leila.
Five-0 office?
This is Dr. Gleason.
I'd like to speak to
Mr. McGarrett, please.
Yes, I'll hold.
McGarrett.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett, I got your
warning notice this morning,
and I have a patient,
a Leila Kapehala,
who is showing preliminary
signs of radiation exposure.
Doctor, Leila's gone.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett, my nurse
has just told me Leila has run away.
Run away?
- You mean just now?
GLEASON [OVER PHONE]: Yeah.
Okay, doc.
I'll need an address
and her description.
I'll get an APB out right away.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
No, I'm sorry, we have no
record of a Raymond Sawyer.
And I can't remember anybody
who looked like that man.
I see.
What about his girlfriend?
A Leila Kapehala?
I understand she works here?
Well, uh, Miss Kapehala is a nice
girl and a good worker when she's here.
But I don't know much
about her private life.
This is her bench here.
Oh, the man in
your picture, Sawyer.
Well, apparently, Miss
Kapehala did know him.
Apparently.
Where is she now?
Well, I understand
she called in sick.
She's a little casual about
time clocks and schedules, heh.
She may very well be sick,
but it may equally well be an
excuse for a picnic, some surfing.
You know these people.
Yes, perhaps a lot better
than you do, Mr. Blair.
- Look, I didn't mean that to sound...
McGARRETT: No, no, quite all right.
Would you mind having
that picture of Sawyer posted?
Maybe some of your employees
will remember seeing him.
Of course. I'll show you out.
No need. Thank you.
BLAIR: The underground
air-conditioning system
was supposed to bypass
the upper plant here.
But it looks like it made the
connection right here by the filter.
Right next to Leila
Kapehala's test bench.
Which means she's been
breathing radioactive dust particles
for God knows how long.
Well,
I'll take care of that problem.
You'll have to take care of her.
- McGarrett. DANNY
[OVER RADIO]: Steve.
We just got word. Grant
Ormsbee is missing.
Missing?
Apparently, he was last seen in
his lab before midnight last night.
Any leads?
We checked out every logical
place he might be, came up empty.
I'm afraid that's not good
enough on this one, Danno.
Ormsbee is much too important,
not only to the scientific
community but to the country.
MAN: Negative on the
university. You want more checks?
Yeah, okay.
I want every available
H.P.D. man on the street.
- Ormsbee must be found.
- We're on it, Steve.
STEVE [OVER PHONE]:
What about the Kapehala girl?
Oh, we struck out there too.
But Chin came up with an
earlier personnel file on her.
Got an old home address.
Her mother still lives there.
It's 1217 Old Kapuli Road.
- 1217? DANNY: Affirmative.
All right, I'll check it out myself, Danno.
I'm not too far from there right now.
- Where shall I put it, sir?
- Put it... What is it?
Um, Dr. Ormsbee,
they're your cigars.
Why the hell didn't
you say so? Open them.
[GRUNTS]
Light it. Light it.
Very good, Dolby,
you're learning.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- What happened?
- There's been a shooting.
A girl by the name
of Leila Kapehala.
Who shot her?
So far we've got no
witnesses and no suspects.
- Lab team on their way?
- Yes, sir. Also the ambulance.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Kapehala.
She was coming home to
me and someone shot her.
They took everything.
Everything Leila sent me.
All of her letters,
all of the pictures
of Leila with her man.
Her man? Is this the man?
She was gonna have a child.
She was gonna be married.
Everything good in
life was happening.
[MRS. KAPEHALA SOBS]
Everything good.
GRAINGER [OVER PHONE]:
Yes, Medical Components
is a division of our company.
Tell me, Mr. Grainger, do you
have a Military Weapons Division
with a government contract to
manufacture nuclear weapons?
The answer is yes.
We produce them, but under
very tight government control.
Was the government
planning to set up
a nuclear manufacturing
facility here in the islands?
GRAINGER: Yes.
All the necessary machinery
was shipped to Oahu,
and then we were stopped dead.
They changed the law and
the project was scrubbed.
The equipment's still
there, warehoused.
That's one of them.
- Sounds empty.
- No way, she's too heavy.
Open it up.
WORKER: Rocks.
Yeah.
Washington has just informed me
that the French had a
shipment of plutonium ripped off
less than six months ago.
Ironic, huh?
Only one of two countries
that didn't sign the Nuclear
Non-Proliferation Pact.
Yeah, and there's more.
One of the observers at those
tests, a man by the name of de Groot,
a representative of
a civilian contractor,
he is now living in the islands.
Coincidence, huh?
CHIN HO: But isn't de
Groot the production VP
at Medical Components?
The same.
I think we have all the
pieces now, gentlemen.
Blair saw his
chance, and he took it.
He hijacked his own
company's machinery
from the warehouse.
De Groot supplied
the stolen plutonium.
And now they're
manufacturing nuclear devices.
- But, Steve, the risks are insane.
- So are the profits.
Three of the dead men in that
volcano were foreign buyers.
Now, Chadway, who used his
Islands Sports Promotion as a cover,
was the salesman.
Sawyer was the
scientific brains.
Now, when he died,
they needed a scientist to
repair whatever went wrong,
so they kidnapped one.
Grant Ormsbee.
One thing's for sure,
they're doing a hell of a job
keeping a nuclear
manufacturing facility under wraps.
Under.
Under. That's it.
Any bets, gentlemen,
that the nuclear facility we're
looking for is underground,
under Diamond Head?
Notify H.P.D. Let's go.
Everyone stay right where
you are and no one will get hurt.
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: Where's Mr. Blair?
I don't know. I thought
he was in there.
He told me not to disturb him.
McGARRETT: Open it.
Wait a minute.
What's this?
Give me that.
Follow me, come on.
BLAIR: You led us to believe
you had the problem solved.
ORMSBEE: Solving
it and correcting it
are two entirely
different matters.
Are they? I think
you're stalling.
Then, sir, I suggest you pluck some
other physicist out of the dead of night
and have him repair
your rinky-dink facili...
BLAIR: At least
give us an estimate
of when you expect your
work to be completed.
It's a simple question, doctor.
Well, those are the kind
that best suit you, aren't they?
I don't have to take
any more from you.
Just perhaps a rough idea?
Well, roughly,
I think that I can
promise you gentlemen
at almost any moment now,
you're going to have some
rather startling developments.
If you'll excuse me, please.
He's stalling, Donald.
ORMSBEE: What kept you?
I was expecting you earlier.
- But I was here earlier,
sir. ORMSBEE: Dolby.
DANNY [WHISPERS]: Get back.
Let's go.
You're all under arrest.
Come with me.
Take him. Let's go.
Don't shoot. You're
liable to hit that plutonium.
BLAIR: McGarrett.
Do you know what will
happen if this goes over,
if these plutonium
canisters logjam?
Massive radiation.
We'll all end up like
those men in the volcano.
What about it, doctor?
- I'm figuring the odds.
- Hold it.
Is that the way you wanna die?
BLAIR: You leave me no choice.
What are the odds, doctor?
Three or more of those
canisters have to nest together
in order to trigger radiation.
I'd say the odds
are about 5-to-1.
If that's the best we can
do, we have no choice on it.
We're going in.
You stay here. And
stay here, doctor.
Danno, let's go.
Don't let them nest together.
Keep them apart,
keep them apart.
Don't let them nest together.
Keep them apart. That's
right, push them. Right there.
Good, good.
Come out. Throw
your weapons out.
Come out with your
hands on your head.
Hold it right there.
Turn around. To
H.P.D., on the double.
Okay, Danno.
Let's go.
McGarrett, I restructured this
entire nuclear assembly system.
Now, they don't know it,
but this thing works now.
They could build a warhead here.
There was no reason for
this kind of frontal assault.
Doctor, for some naive reason,
there was concern on
our part about your safety.
McGarrett, you simply can't resist
the urge to play hero, can you?
Well, no serious damage done.
- We can't be sure of that.
- What?
Well, you've been
working with plutonium.
We can't be sure you're not suffering
from at least a little radiation poisoning
until you're hospitalized
and checked over thoroughly.
Are you mad?
I don't have the time
for an endless series of
thoroughly unpleasant tests.
I've got to stay
here, McGarrett.
I put this thing together.
Now I've gotta dismantle it.
Chin, Duke, take him to the
hospital and have him examined.
McGarrett, I have to stay here.
- You're under arrest.
- What?
What do you mean, I'm under
arrest? What's the charge?
- Conspiracy.
- Conspiracy?
You just said you
helped these people
restructure the entire
nuclear system completely.
McGarrett, they kidnapped me.
Now, I was here under duress.
All right, prove it. That
will take a couple of days,
and that's all they
need to examine you.
ORMSBEE: McGarrett...
- Take him away, boys.
McGarrett, McGarrett.
You wait, McGarrett, until
Admiral Gaines hears about this.
[ORMSBEE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Good.