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[ Crying ]

There.

-Tommy, that's all. -It's all right.

Shh.

That's the only pain your child

will ever experience in my clinic.

Now, you button him up,

and we'll take him to the diagnostic center.

Come along, Tommy.

Doctor, do you have a moment?

What is it?

Oh, that's fine.

You continue treatment exactly as prescribed.

Yes, doctor.

Come along.

Good morning, Dr. Fremont.

Hello, Mrs. Appleby. How are you feeling?

Much better, doctor. Why, just this morning --

that's fine.

Come along.

Come in.

Please.

A single drop of blood,

a single drop of Tommy's blood.

It holds the secret of life.

It tells all.

[ Machine whirs ]

[ High-pitched whistle ]

No mistake.

The doctors were right.

Your child has a neuroblastoma,

as diagnosed, in the stomach...

Malignant.

Cancer.

Mrs. Whalen...

I can cure your child.

You s-- you said cancer.

Mm-hmm.

I have cured cancer many times...

...worse than your Tommy's,

much worse.

But the doctors, specialists...

My husband and I have been all over,

to the best.

They all said the same thing --

no hope, incurable.

It's a matter of time --

three months,

two months.

I can't believe.

Believe.

Believe me,

I will cure your child.

Oh, I want to.

Oh, dear god, how I want to.

Here.

Let me show you the proof...

The living proof.

Martha winters, 1118 Atlantic Avenue,

redondo, California.

Cancer of the liver, just like your Tommy's --

inoperable.

All hope abandoned.

Read what it says.

"Thank you for the miracle. Thank you for my life."

Look at the date -- June 10, 1950.

She is alive and well,

and you may see her, if you wish,

and talk to her.

Here.

Here. Harold weatherly,

Portland, Oregon --

cancer victim,

cured by me.

Benjamin gross, cancer --

cured by me.

Lucille Bennett.

And here, this little girl,

cancer-infested.

Close to death before they brought her to me.

All hope abandoned.

She wasn't to see her 5th birthday.

And she lives?

Mm-hmm, she lives.

Let me help you.

Let me save this child.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Thank you, doctor. Thank you.

Now every moment is precious,

every second.

Come.

If you will sit down here, please.

This is our treatment instrument.

Electrode for the left hand

and for the right.

Every individual has his own special emanations --

a unique wavelength.

This instrument reads and duplicates that wavelength.

Sends the strength,

the natural healing strength

that god put into all of us,

coursing back into the body.

Here you are, Tommy. There, darling.

Left hand and right.

Now.

Concentrated now on the stomach area,

destroying all those malignant cells

faster than the cancer can manufacture them.

Yes.

Now, Tommy will need treatment every day.

It will be expensive.

Well, that doesn't matter. Anything. It doesn't matter.

All right.

Now I will set this button.

The timer's here,

and I will be back.

Good.

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]

Arigato.

Report said he moved from kailua to kaneohe

then along 99 over to kaena point.

He's holed up in this area here.

This is 99. This becomes 90.

Chief Dan said he'd supply the manpower

for a house-to-house search in this area --

sorry to interrupt, boss.

Cablegram just came from Los Angeles.

Get me a flight to Los Angeles, may.

-Now? -Now.

-Yes, sir. -Just a minute.

Give me a rundown on the calendar.

I was afraid you were gonna ask.

Well, for openers, 20 must-calls.

Meeting with the Attorney General.

Take care of it.

Get me off the hook as best you can. What else?

Luncheon speech tomorrow at chamber of commerce.

Chin, you're gonna make a speech tomorrow.

Me? What do I talk about?

Law and order.

For or against?

[ Laughter ]

You'll kill the people.

What else?

Well, grey at treasury wants you to stop by.

Got it. Kono, you work with treasury.

Make sure those serial numbers are circulated

and put a 24-hour watch on that gas station.

He gets to make a speech. I get treasury and all the legwork.

Us Hawaiians got to stick together, bruddah.

Get going.

What else?

You really want to know?

No, take care of it, may. Get me out on the next flight.

I'm sorry to bail out on you, danno.

But you work with chief Dan and flush ching out.

Steve, is there anything I can do?

Yeah. Mind the store.

Sure.

Oh, one more thing --

you can reach me at my sister's if it's an absolute must.

[ Tires screech ]

10 bucks.

This smog could choke a skunk.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Steve!

Sis.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Oh, boy, you look...

Marvelous.

Thank you. You do, too.

Absolutely marvelous.

Tom! I have the most wonderful news.

Come on in.

Tom!

Tom, Tom, look who's here.

Hi, Tom.

Steve, hey, what are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

I was lonesome, so I'm here.

You're going to go broke commuting back and forth.

What's money?

What's sleep?

You must have been up all night again.

Left Honolulu 10:45 P.M.,

arrived L.A. international, 6:45 A.M.

Picked up a cabby with a lead foot. Aloha.

I can't get over it, sis. You look fine.

Oh, thanks, darling.

Listen, we feel so guilty about not calling you

the past two weeks,

let you go on worrying like that.

I know, I know. It's my fault.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I forgive you. For what?

Oh, I was afraid to tell you.

Well, come on. Tell me.

All right, come on.

Come on.

Steve.

Steve, my baby's going to live.

I know it's hard for you to believe.

It was for me, too, at first, but it's true.

He's going to live. He's going to get well.

It's a miracle.

I hope so, sis.

I hope so.

Well, do you want to tell me about this miracle?

It's very simple.

I prayed to god, and he sent me a miracle.

Yes, he sent me Dr. Fremont.

God sent you Dr. Fremont, sis?

Oh, Steve, she's a magnificent woman,

a healer.

Go see uncle Steve. Go on.

Steve, look for yourself.

I mean, day by day he's getting stronger.

He's destroying the sickness

within his body day by day,

isn't he, Tom?

Yes.

[ Cries ]

What is it, baby? Are you hungry, huh?

Tom, you see? He's hungry. I told you.

I'll warm his bottle. I'll be right back.

Thanks, Steve.

For what?

For going along.

Who's going along?

I mean, giving me a chance to talk to you first,

to explain.

Okay, explain.

I don't know what to say.

I honestly don't know what to say, except...

Help.

How long has Mary Ann been going to this, uh,

miracle doctor?

Quack.

Thank you.

Two weeks tomorrow.

She takes Tommy every day for the magic treatments.

Sounds expensive.

Legit is expensive. This is bloodsucking.

Over $1,000 already.

I don't know. What can I do?

This close she came, remember?

This close to a complete breakdown,

and, well, you saw her just now --

face is shining. She's happy.

She's alive again.

And what happens when the baby dies?

I don't know.

Everybody can see it.

Everybody can see it now except Mary Ann

on her pink cloud of faith.

Poor guy, he's failing,

eating less and sleeping more and more.

Oh, god.

She'll bust into a thousand pieces this time, Steve,

she really will.

What can I do? What can I do?

Tell her the truth and tell her now.

The truth?

Your miracle worker is a phony,

a quack, a bloodsucker.

Our baby is going to die.

I can't do that, Steve.

I can't.

-I look into her face, and I... -Shh.

Here we go.

Ahh.

Yes, here it is.

That's a big boy, yes.

Okay, come on.

Yes, here it is. Here it is.

Ahem.

Well, hey, some of us peasants

have to work on Saturday.

I'm a little late now, so I, uh...

I better go.

Tom?

Yeah?

I'll drive you to work and pick you up at 5:00

if you let me use the car for the day.

Sure.

So long, beautiful.

Bye, darling.

[ Crying ]

Mr. Mcgarrett?

Mr. Woodson.

Yes, nice to meet you, sir.

Come in.

That looks heavy. Can I help you?

Please, yes.

Right in here.

I think we can set it right down here.

Mr. Garrett. Mcgarrett, isn't it?

This is frank zipser,

our attorney for the 12 western states.

-Mr. Zipser. -How do you do?

Hawaii state police, I believe.

Yes, five-o.

That's very impressive. May I see your I.D., please?

Of course.

Steve mcgarrett, five-o, serial number 22082.

An excellent likeness, Mr. Mcgarrett.

A prudent, thorough man, I see.

Strictly belt and suspenders, sir.

I'm sorry, we --

don't be. He's exactly what I'm looking for.

Good. Won't you sit down?

I think you'll find this one comfortable.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to get you both out

on a Saturday afternoon.

Perfectly all right.

The way I was putting today, it was a mercy.

Now, sir, what do you want us to do?

There's a cancer quack,

uses phony electronic devices.

Operates under the name of Dr. C.L. Fremont.

Oh?

You know this one?

Fremont is infamous in this area.

I want her stopped.

I want her equipment seized,

and I want her in jail.

Mr. Mcgarrett, according to the latest survey

by our department in D.C.,

there are 3,000 to 5,000 practitioners

who are now treating their patients

with bogus electronic equipment.

The problem is that we --

the problem is this one

is treating my sister's baby.

Oh.

Well, Mr. Mcgarrett, our hands are tied.

You see, before any government agency, like food and drug,

can act against one of these phony practitioners,

they've got to be involved

in some form of interstate commerce.

We're helpless. We've processed complaints

against the fremont woman before.

As I say, we're helpless. She's strictly legal.

Not anymore she's not,

not as of exactly 1 hour and 20 minutes ago she's not.

Under my legal name, I purchased from Dr. C.L. Fremont

for $700 cash on the barrelhead one treatment machine.

I purchased the machine with the express understanding

that said machine was to be taken by me

to my legal address --

404 piikoi street, Honolulu, Hawaii.

That, gentlemen, is interstate commerce.

Mr. Mcgarrett, we are, so to speak, in business.

We are in business.

Steven, don't start with that again.

They're all lies.

Truth.

Lies!

Truth, documented by experts.

Steven, I don't care what you or your experts say.

Dr. Fremont is a Saint, a medical genius,

and she's curing Tommy.

She's a quack, sis. She couldn't cure a ham.

Steven, why did you come here?

Did Tom send for you, is that it?

Tell me the truth.

I'm here because I love you,

because you and Tom and the baby are my family,

all the family I got.

Look, Steven...

Go home.

Please, go home.

Look, sis, look, you haven't read the best part.

The last paragraph, it says it all.

"A worthless, worthless conglomeration

"of bent tubing, colored lights, switches,

wires, and meaningless electronic gadgets."

Why don't you listen?

You could plug that stupid thing

into any wall socket, and that two-bit transformer

drops it down to 32 volts,

just enough to give the sucker

that deep therapy hum.

That's a horrible thing to say, Steve.

I'll tell you what's horrible --

the thought of you, day after day,

holding that poor baby's hands,

pressed over those phony wonder electrodes.

Look, Steve, I don't believe you,

and I'll never believe you.

Well, the court will.

The court?

I'm a cop, remember, sis?

Steven...

Seizure papers and warrant for her arrest

are being drawn up right now.

Oh, no, Steven, you mustn't.

I beg of you -- Tommy's treatments.

Treatments?

Yes, she's curing Tommy.

Steven, she's cured other people with cancer,

others with all hope abandoned, like Tommy.

She has cured them. I've seen them.

She showed you a book, huh,

a book of pictures and grateful testimonials?

Yes, that's right.

Oh, god.

The faithful! The faithful!

Every time we pull a quack into court, there they are,

ready and eager and willing to testify,

to swear under oath,

and every time the physician testifying for the prosecution

proves the same thing,

one, the patient never had cancer in the first place.

Two, now listen to me,

those who had cancer were cured by radiation

or surgery administered by a legitimate physician

and wrongly attributed their cure to the quack.

And one more, your miracle --

if a quack treats or maltreats enough victims,

he sometimes latches onto one

that's really money in the bank.

That seeming miracle, when the disease remisses,

disappears of itself. Hmm?

Well, what can I say?

You're too strong, you're too smart.

I mean, all I can do is beg.

Please, Steve.

Please.

I can't do that.

Look, Steve, just a little while.

Day by day, Tommy's getting better.

I can see it. I can feel it.

Look, two weeks, even 10 days of treatments,

that's all Dr. Fremont needs.

Please, Steve.

I speak, but you don't hear me, sis.

You don't even hear me.

Two days even.

I can't.

Why? Why can't you?

Because I love you,

and because every day

she's allowed to peddle her quack cures

only increases the damage she does.

Damage?

Electricity, you said, didn't you?

Well, if it doesn't cure anyone, how can it hurt anyone?

Every quack does damage.

I was talking about Dr. Fremont.

And I'm talking about Dr. Fremont.

All right, I'll tell you.

One, she accepts patients with curable cancer

and uses that phony contraption on them

until the case becomes incurable.

Two, the evidence of another uncured case

only increases the terrible fear we all have.

Three, now listen to me, listen to me just this once,

in cases like Tommy's,

life can be made infinitely more comfortable

with orthodox therapy.

Four, as with you and Tom, she exhausts

the life earnings, the savings of people

in limited circumstances without ever helping them.

What about the hope, hmm?

Dangling false hope

just beyond the reach of the ailing and the dying

and those who love them, huh?

Enough?

Oh, boy.

I'll say enough.

It all comes out the same way, anyway.

My baby's going to die,

and I -- I shouldn't try to fight it

or try to do anything about it.

I should, uh, accept.

[ Crying ]

And because -- because you're my big brother

and you love me,

you're going to destroy

the one person on this earth that can cure my baby.

Oh, enough, Steve! Enough!

Sis, please, don't.

Please...

Hello, um, excuse me. Hello.

May I speak to Dr. Fremont, please?

Please, hurry. Yes, I'll wait.

He's here.

Send him in.

Okay.

Oh, you're right on time.

Oh?

Courthouse opens at 9:00,

and then there's all those stupid forms to fill out

for search and seizure.

You do have a warrant.

And then there's 20 minutes

from downtown to my office

in Monday morning traffic --

hmm, it's excellent time,

excellent.

My sister did the Paul revere bit, huh?

Uh-huh. The cops are coming.

So...

Uh, I don't know if these bills

were marked or not,

but it's all there -- $700.

Count it.

No, no, no, doctor.

Our little transaction is closed.

Well, for the record, I'm returning your money.

For the record, it won't do you any good.

My attorney thinks it will.

Let's find out in court, huh?

Look, before you officially serve that

and before you seize the machines

and close up the joint,

there's something that you ought to consider, you know.

Look...

Tell it to the judge.

Mcgarrett.

I like you. You're rare.

A man -- irresistible.

Actually, I think that that's why

I sold you the machine in the first place.

You sold me that treatment machine

because I'd laid 700 bucks under your greedy little nose.

I had entry, I was Mary Ann's brother,

you felt safe, and you grabbed.

That's true, but it's also true

that I found you attractive,

which is a rarity for me.

Even now I feel something for you.

You feel it, too.

Come on, admit it.

I'd rather take up housekeeping with a cobra.

My husband said something like that to me,

a different tense, of course.

He said "should have,"

but by then he was an old man.

Thanks to Mary Ann, I know quite a good deal about you,

whereas you know almost nothing at all about me.

And let's keep it that way.

"Know thine enemy" -- Napoleon.

It's good advice.

Who am I to argue with Napoleon?

Join me?

No, thanks.

Huh? No? Light one?

No chance.

Oh, okay.

I was born of woman --

a stupid, superstitious,

and salacious old witch, my mother.

From the hills of Tennessee...

[ Southern accent ] Where I was born and raised.

Hallelujah!

[ Normal voice ] Fascinating, hmm?

Like watching an auto wreck.

You're sweet.

I try.

I don't know why I want you to know this...

But I do.

Let's, uh, forget the first scintillating 14 years,

but by then I was a...

A precocious, rather mature young lady,

and ma that summer,

dear ma,

she thought I was looking a bit peaked.

You see, we had a faith healer

in our fair Hamlet,

and ma couldn't wait.

I'll never forget the first time I saw that man.

He wasn't young, even then,

but the life that just came shooting out of him,

you know, like hot sparks...

...it was enough to scare any woman half to death.

He, uh, he practiced the laying on of hands, he did.

He claimed that when he touched

the infected or damaged area,

he felt a chill, and he did.

His invocation was to the lord.

He'd say, "Jesus, drive the sickness and the fever

from this strappin' filly."

He had the gift, and he cured.

His name was fremont.

Ma and I joined the entourage that same day.

Ma was in love with that man.

So, at 14, I married the healer.

Even then I didn't know, but he did.

He always knew that I had the gift.

I did.

So when he died,

I just naturally became the healer.

Long way from Tennessee, doctor.

Mm-hmm.

The hills are poor, dirt-grubbing poor,

so I came to the mecca,

educated myself, learned how to talk,

how to dress. It wasn't easy.

Not until you bought these phony diplomas

and invented your wonder machines.

Ha ha ha.

Go, laugh if you want to,

but with those machines I can cure.

I'm laughing.

All right, what if --

I'm saying what if -- they are a device,

a device to make them believe.

They must believe,

and if they believe, then I can cure.

I've done it. A thousand times I've done it.

Can a 12-month-old baby believe?

Finished now, doctor?

Mcgarrett.

Look, I'm not looking for an ally,

just a truce.

Not a chance.

Why, huh?

I'm rich, I'm generous,

and suddenly I need a man in my life again.

And without my direct testimony,

there's no case against you, huh?

Oh, no, nothing, nothing whatsoever.

Well?

Well?

Say something.

I'll see you in court, doctor.

Mcgarrett...

When somebody hurts me,

I hurt back.

Now before this case comes up in court,

that child is going to be dead...

...with or without my treatment.

That child is going to die.

Your sister will not forgive you

for as long as she lives.

I'll see to it, mcgarrett.

I will. I'll see to it.

I bet you will.

Chief, I got the tagahashi file.

-You want to check it? -Yeah. Come on in.

Boss.

When did the call come through?

About a half-hour ago.

You want me to get her?

No. I'll put her through myself.

Give me a couple of minutes, danno.

Sure.

His sister?

Yes.

Wow.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knock knock ]

Come in.

Long two minutes.

Yeah.

Got about two fingers apiece.

May had it salted away

from our Christmas party two years ago.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, danno.

The baby went into a deep coma...

This morning,

three months to the day.

Doctors said it was a matter of months, maybe...

Two, three at the most.

How right can you be, danno?

Is there anything I can do to help, Steve?

[ Cries ]

She cried so hard...

...she choked on her own tears.

Telephoned her...

Steve...

This once...

Can't you back off?

She said -- she said she'd gone to Dr. Fremont,

that there was still time.

The good doctor promised her --

promised her that she'd heal Tommy

if I'd stop persecuting her,

if I'd stop -- if I promised

that I wouldn't go to the trial next week,

wouldn't testify.

She begged, danno.

My own sister begged.

I have had it!

I have had it right up to here.

Who the hell made me big daddy to the world?

What do I care

if the great snowed American public

want to blow a billion dollars a year

on phony quacks and cures?

What do I care?

And what's the big deal, anyway?

Why should we get so steamed up about it?

All I can prosecute on is one lousy count --

interstate sale of mislabeled

or misrepresented merchandise.

One count!

Maximum penalty -- $1,000 fine

or one year in jail, or both,

but this one, it ought to be murder,

murder...

On 100 counts.

[ Applause ]

Order! Order in this court.

[ Applause continues ]

Bailiff, you will maintain order!

[ Applause continues ]

Quiet, or I'll have to ask you to leave.

Will you please take your seats, please?

Take your seats and be quiet.

We got to have order.

Otherwise, we're gonna put all of you out of here.

You're going to have to clear the courtroom.

You've got to move out of here.

You must get out of here.

God bless Dr. Fremont.

God bless Dr. Fremont.

Bailiff, maintain order!

Down with the medical monopoly.

You got to get out. You can't block the aisle.

♪ God, may our land be bright ♪

♪ with freedom's holy light ♪

♪ protect us by thy might ♪

♪ great god, our king ♪

Show you where the king is. Right through here.

Never in my 30 years on the bench

have I seen such a disorderly, outrageous outburst.

I shall adjourn now because I feel

that you have made it impossible to proceed

in an orderly, impartial fashion.

Now, tomorrow extra bailiffs will be on hand,

and if there is any disorder,

any disorder whatsoever, I shall have the demonstrator

or demonstrators arrested and charged with contempt.

Is that quite clear?

Very well.

Court stands adjourned until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Short day.

Long enough.

Worried?

Yeah.

Well, frankly, so am I.

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]