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I'm still not sure I heard you right.

I wouldn't have called you

unless I thought it was important.

What have three dead cows got to do with five-o?

The army allows some local farmers

to graze their stock on this isolated reservation.

One of the farmers is claiming that three of his cows

were killed by some kind of biological experiment.

I think you ought to see those cows.

Yeah.

[ Man speaking Hawaiian ]

I'm glad you're here, sir. Dasi's pretty upset.

[ Speaking Hawaiian ]

Easy, easy.

Where are the cows?

[ Speaking Hawaiian ]

Wow.

Check that skin.

You ever seen anything like that?

No smell.

No flies.

[ Tap tap ]

It's hard as a rock...

...as if it's petrified.

I was raised on a farm,

but I never saw anything like this before.

[ Speaking Hawaiian ]

What is he talking about?

Says the army did it with their experiments.

What experiments?

[ Speaking Hawaiian ]

He says, "two years ago, right here,

Martin thung's sheep herd was wiped out

by some kind of nerve gas.

The army paid him for it,

swore they would never allow it to happen again.

Look.

Look, even the bugs are detouring.

You tell him that the state of Hawaii will pay for his cows,

but no further discussion till we find out what's going on.

[ Speaking Hawaiian ]

Kono, seal off and quarantine this area,

then get a refrigerated truck out here.

Have the lab boys go over it.

Make sure it's sterile, germproof, and airtight,

then call the county morgue. Tell doc to stand by.

Right, Steve.

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]

Well, doc, what do you say?

Well?

Let's go outside.

Mr. Mcgarrett, Mr. Williams, this is Dr. Hewitt --

the finest veterinarian on the islands.

Doctor.

And this is Dr. Funikoshi

of the communicable diseases center.

Doctor.

We've been working together.

Where are the animals?

We have them in an isolation chamber in the basement.

What have we got, doc?

Well, we've done just about every preliminary test possible.

It isn't Anthrax.

It isn't brucellosis.

Not cue fever,

rift valley fever, glanders -- none of those.

Look, gentlemen, I'm not interested in what it isn't.

I'm interested in what it is.

We don't know what it is, Steve.

Well, you must have some idea.

Mr. Mcgarrett,

whatever it was that killed those cows

is a bacteria that's completely unknown to us.

What about a nerve gas?

We considered it.

As you'll probably recall, nerve gas leakage

at the dougway testing grounds in Utah in 1968

killed some 6,000 sheep.

All those animals showed lowered cholinesterase levels.

Our cow has shown no such signs.

Look, doc, level with me. What are we dealing with?

If I gave you a straight answer to that, Steve,

you'd probably wrap me up in a straightjacket

and put me away.

Try me.

Mr. Steve mcgarrett?

Yes.

I'm lieutenant valed from colonel sindell's office,

and I have here a directive

for the acquisition of three dead cows.

Really?

You can convey my compliments to colonel sindell

and tell him that he has no authority whatsoever

to confiscate these animals.

They were found on an army reserve.

That's true,

but they were owned by a civilian farmer

and the state of Hawaii is paying for them.

You're interfering with an official investigation.

This is a state police matter, lieutenant,

until I determine otherwise.

Where are they?

Where they're going to stay

until we find out what killed them.

Does that mean that you refuse

to give them to the United States army?

You bet I do.

I'll have to report this to colonel sindell.

I'll save you the trouble.

Three dead cows?

That sounds like a nursery rhyme.

It sounds like a horror story to me, colonel.

You're taking it too seriously.

Am I? Then why the directive?

Why are you so anxious to take over?

I heard about it.

Felt it was in our province to make an investigation,

and I still think that's the case.

And you don't think there's anything serious?

Do you?

I saw the cows.

They weren't very pretty.

I don't know what killed them, but I'm going to find out.

Level with me, Steve. What are you trying to say?

Sheep killed.

Okinawan kids with skin burns.

Remember?

You think it was nerve gas.

I don't know.

You people never let us know these things

until somebody makes a mistake.

All right, Steve...

We have conducted experiments here,

but it's not something exclusive to Hawaii

or the U.S. or anyplace else, for that matter.

It's no secret.

There are bases doing the same kinds of work all over --

rocky mountain,

edgewood, dougway, fort detrick --

what has happened to the cows, colonel,

has happened here in Hawaii.

My first inclination was purely to avoid

any kind of panic or instant emotional prejudice.

Nobody wants to cause any panic,

but if the public is in danger,

we have a right to know.

We had nothing to do with those cows.

The army denied having anything to do

with those dead sheep in Utah for 14 months.

Well, they had pressure from the top. I don't.

Then why were you so anxious to grab them

if it wasn't to keep it quiet?

I'll admit that was my original objective, Steve.

Sure, I thought there was the possibility of --

well, an accident, leak -- who knows what?

So I ordered my men to bring them in

while I was going over our facilities.

But Steve, I swear to you by all that's holy,

there's been absolutely nothing here

that could have contributed

to the death of those animals.

Jonathan.

Governor.

You know Steve mcgarrett?

Of course. Hello, Steve.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Dr. A.L. Benjamin,

chief of operations at the United States army

department of chemical and biological warfare

at fort detrick, Maryland.

Dr. Benjamin.

Governor.

Doctor.

Mr. Mcgarrett.

Won't you gentlemen sit down?

Thank you.

Millie, no interruptions, please.

Well, I think we might as well

get right down to business.

The people of Hawaii

elected me to represent their interests,

and I'm responsible for their welfare.

So if there is an explanation, Jonathan,

I think you owe me one.

I agree, governor, but --

but I feel I must warn both of you

that what you're liable to hear

is absolute classified information.

This is top secret.

Steve, would you describe the dead animals

to Dr. Benjamin, please?

And please be as precise and accurate as possible.

Hard as a rock. Petrified like a fossil.

Bloated, swollen, discolored,

with large lesions all over the carcass.

And the findings of your medical team?

Complete cellular destruction,

with absolutely no trace of any pathogenic bacteria.

Gentlemen, the United States government

spends over $1 billion a year

on chemical and bacteriological deterrents.

First scientists declare

that a weapon is theoretically possible.

Now, the department of defense feels it cannot

take the responsibility for our security

unless it has absolute authority

to pursue superiority,

or at least maintain a balance with other nations.

All of which brings us to what?

All of which leads us to a man named...

Alexander kline.

At the age of 33,

Alexander kline has been accorded

a list of academic honors and scientific achievements

that would require a computer bank to list.

Dr. Kline is a microbiologist specializing in autoimmunity.

His goal, his dream, was to create a vaccine --

a single vaccine --

that would render man immune to disease,

to all disease, for all of his natural life.

But with a touch of genius

and the benefit of a freak accident,

Alexander kline developed in the laboratory

a "q" strain --

a biological mutation which proved to be totally hostile

to all forms of life on earth.

Modern man and bacteria have gone through

a long and painful process of adaptation.

The human species, easily killed by bacteria, is poorly adapted

and hence is eliminated in the process of evolution.

The reverse is also true.

Bacteria which kills its host is also poorly adapted.

When the host dies, it dies.

So the danger of a totally new,

uniquely hostile bacteria is awesome.

What you got?

Fiddler crab.

Looks like he lost one of his fiddles.

He'll grow another.

Pennsylvania.

Pardon?

Pennsylvania. Bet you're from Pennsylvania.

How did you know?

I'm a telephone operator.

I play this little game with myself,

trying to guess where people come from

just from their voices.

When the discovery was reported,

we naturally contacted Alex.

At first, he was most reluctant.

But eventually we convinced him

to take a hiatus from the university and go to work

for the department of chemical and biological warfare.

We wanted him to, number one, isolate the bacteria,

and number two, perfect a method of rapid reproduction

so the germ form could be produced in bulk.

Now, once this was achieved,

the ultimate weapon would be a simple matter of engineering.

All we had to do was develop an aerosol

that could circulate the bacteria

from aircraft or missiles,

and the ultimate -- the doomsday weapon.

You people frighten me.

Necessary deterrent power, mcgarrett.

War would be impractical, profitless.

There would be no Victor.

There'd be an awful lot of losers.

I can't quite tie all this in

with the three dead cows at makapuu.

From the outset, the venture seemed jinxed.

For over a year, there was one accident after another

and one mistake after another.

Alex's bacteria remained only a test-tube victory.

That's when they came to me.

I ordered an absolute security check.

Every man, without question, on that team was loyal.

I then turned the situation over to our chief of psychiatrics.

He evaluated the portfolio and came to the same conclusion.

There was no possibility of sabotage...

Of conscious sabotage.

Alex, living in terror

of what he was about to achieve,

was subconsciously sabotaging his own project.

Psychiatric evaluation --

immediate removal and release from all responsibilities,

or one of the finest minds of this or any age

would face the threat

of a possibly irreparable psychotic breakdown.

That was almost one year ago to the day.

Another crab?

No.

I don't see anything.

Every square inch is filled with life.

Look.

All I see is a puddle.

Protoplasm...

Volvox...

Plankton...

All trying to reach the best spot to plant their seedlings,

absorbing their portion of this day's energy.

You see all that?

I see all that.

And that's only a fraction of what's there.

Almost a year ago, Alexander kline disappeared.

And despite the CIA, the secret service,

a worldwide search network,

the man was nowhere to be found.

Until the three dead cows at makapuu.

Exactly.

The symptomology is unmistakable,

and one other fact is unmistakable --

Alex has found a method

to reproduce his bacteria in bulk.

Mcgarrett, this is the complete dossier

on Alexander kline.

The rest is up to you.

But why did he kill the cows?

What's his purpose?

We have no way of knowing that.

We do know he's carrying the potential for death

on an incredible scale -- global destruction...

Unless we find him... And find him soon.

Gentlemen, as you can see,

kline's detailed description

is printed on the back of each one of those blowups,

together with a list of possible aliases he might use.

Now, if the man is spotted,

an immediate call to central dispatch

will trigger unit surveillance.

Now, if the man is spotted,

he must not be lost under any circumstances,

and he must never be alerted to surveillance.

As soon as a positive identification is made,

I'll take it from there.

Gentlemen, I don't think I have to stress

the urgency of this manhunt,

or the need for complete security.

Any questions?

Thank you.

That that list of private labs?

Yeah.

Okay, let's hit every conceivable place

that kline might go.

Kline killed those cows with some kind of aerosol spray.

That means he's continuing his experimentation.

So he's got to have a place

with pretty sophisticated equipment.

Why is he doing it? What's his purpose?

I don't know, danno.

All I know is the result of biological warfare

is death for virtually every living organism on this planet.

Are you sure you're all right, Arnold?

You look like one of the specimens

I've seen around here.

I'm fine.

Just a touch of neurotic dedication.

Take a tip from your protoplasm

and get in a little riotous living.

[ Busy signal ]

[ Dials ]

Operator.

Operator, I've been trying to dial 737-7914,

and I keep getting a buzzing sound.

Will you try it for me, please?

Yes, I'd be glad to, sir. The number was 737-7914?

What number are you calling from?

Um, 732-5577.

Thank you.

There does seem to be trouble on that line, sir.

Will you give me the party's name,

and I'll have the number verified?

Abel Morgan, kewala basin.

Now hurry, please.

Pennsylvania?

Is that you, Pennsylvania?

What?

It is you! It's the girl on the beach --

the telephone operator. Don't you remember?

Yes. Uh, yes, I do remember.

Uh, look, you can just forget the call.

I've changed my mind.

I've been thinking about you --

thinking I'd never see you again --

and here you are.

Well, it's just a coincidence.

Uh, say, are you married or anything?

There's no sense in beating around the bush

if we're just being held together by coincidence.

No. No, I'm not married, but--

listen, tell me the truth --

were you freaked out on something,

or did you really see all those things in that puddle?

I saw them.

[ Receiver clicks ]

It's almost finished.

Uh-huh.

How can you tell?

My hands tell me.

Without my hands, I'd be truly blind.

Are you hungry, Abel?

Not yet, lad.

After I've finished.

Today they put almost everything in bottles,

except ships.

Today each man is in a bottle,

looking out...Afraid.

Have you ever felt despair, Abel...

Total despair?

I'm familiar with the feeling.

Maybe you're fortunate

not to be able to see the world around you,

the madness.

The sounds are there.

Each time I leave the sound of the sea,

go into town --

same old arguments never change.

War...a young man going off to be killed.

There's a difference now, Abel.

War is no longer restricted to battlefields.

People don't know. They don't realize.

Men who are devoted to saving lives,

fighting disease,

have been turned into puppets...

Made to use their knowledge of living things

to kill living things...

Seek them out wherever they hide,

wherever they are.

Pennsylvania! What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Well, I came in to maybe buy something.

Oh, this is too much -- you being here and all.

How did you know I was here?

By the telephone number you gave me to call.

You know, you gave me the name and everything.

You must think I'm awful, chasing after you like this.

You may not believe it.

I've never done anything like this before.

I'm leaving, Abel.

Going home.

What's the matter? Something wrong?

You look sick. You're shaking.

No, I'll be all right.

You need a doctor. Do you have a car?

I do. Let me drive you home.

Mr. Mcgarrett?

Yes. Are you the gentleman who called about the picture?

Yes. I'm Dr. Soong.

As soon as I saw it, I called you.

That's Arnold --

although he's changed from the picture.

He calls himself Arnold Clay.

You're absolutely positive?

Absolutely.

But what's he done?

Well, let's just say

we have to contact him and it's very urgent.

When did he first come here?

About five months ago.

I've always been eager to help young scientists.

And he seemed so intense.

Do you know what he's been working on?

He's always been secretive about it.

Do you have a home address?

Yes. I believe it's in the files.

Danno, check it out.

I'll get some experts down here to go over what he left behind.

Toxic...

Infectant...

Body...increased...

Penetration...

Higher...

Higher...

Aah! Oh, god!

God!

God!

God!

Mm. No.

860, but there isn't anything here.

Maybe Dr. Soong made a mistake.

Let's ask the lady next door.

Excuse me. My name is Dan Williams.

I'm with Hawaii five-o.

We're looking for a man named Arnold Clay.

He doesn't live here.

Does the name Alexander kline mean anything to you?

I don't know him.

Is there an 860 on this street?

Sure. Right there.

Thank you.

You feeling better?

This is your place.

I brought you here.

What was it -- malaria or something?

Yes. Malaria.

Well, aren't you supposed to carry quinine

or something like that around with with you --

I mean, just in case?

I went through your pockets and your suitcase.

It's like you have a whole laboratory there,

but no quinine.

You're a scientist or something, aren't you?

I'm a research technician.

Wow. Sure gives you some weird nightmares.

Did I talk? What did I say?

Oh, I couldn't repeat it if I'd written it down.

Uh, say, how about a slug of rum

in some pineapple juice?

I don't know what it'll do for malaria,

but it sure knocks the heck out of a cold.

You better take it easy.

Say, don't you have a nickname for Pennsylvania?

It's so formal.

Arnold.

Arnold Clay.

I'm pleased to meet you, Arnold.

My name is Wanda Russell.

Thank you for helping me, Wanda.

I'm sorry if I was rude to you.

Nobody's ever apologized to me

for being rude before.

All the guys I've ever gone with have just...

The truth is,

I haven't really gone with that many guys.

And I haven't really been around that much.

I think I've got what Shirley Harris --

that's information --

calls "passive participation."

That's like when you sit around and watch TV

and all the things that happen,

and you don't really get involved.

That's what I've been doing with the telephone--

excuse me. I think I'd better leave now.

Listen, Arnold, I have to get back to work,

but I'd consider it a pleasure

if you'd just stay here and rest until I got back.

There's some fruit and yogurt in the refrigerator.

I'm kind of a health nut.

When I got back, I could fix you some soup.

Thank you.

I am a little weak.

I won't be long

'cause I'm only relieving Dolores suzuki

so she can get her dog.

Do you like dogs, Arnold?

Yes, I like dogs.

You're not mad at me

for tracking you down like that, are you?

No.

I'm not angry.

I'll see you later.

Doctor, may I see you for a moment?

Anything?

Well, we've checked everything --

culture tubes, flasks, pipettes, petri dishes.

He certainly had everything he needed,

including hot and dry air sterilizers,

but there just isn't any way of knowing

what conclusions he came to

or what he plans to do next.

We have the lab staked out in case he comes back.

Oh, wait a minute.

Was this among his things?

Yes, it was.

He probably used it as a paperweight.

It's whale tooth scrimshaw -- nice piece.

Sailors used to carve them on long voyages.

Chin, what do you got?

If Dr. Alexander kline is on this island,

he hasn't got a car, hasn't got a telephone.

He's not using gas or electricity under his own name.

Do you know anybody who carves these things?

Nope, but I'll see what I can come up with.

Arnold, I'm back!

I brought some soup.

Yep, I know the man.

Of course, I never saw him.

Any idea where he lives?

No. Never asked.

Or where we could find him?

No. Why do you want to know?

Because he's dying?

Dying?

Don't ask me how I know.

That's a pained man, lonely man.

He's searching for peace in the certainty of death...

Peace that he never found in life.

[ Telephone rings ]

Advanced research lab. Dr. Soong speaking.

Yeah, is, uh, Arnold Clay there?

Will you hold on for a moment, please?

Hello?

Hello, Arnold?

No, Arnold just stepped out.

If you'll tell me who's calling, I'll have him get back to you.

No, thank you. I'll, uh... I'll call back later.

If you'd just leave your name, I'm sure he'll get back to you.

Oh...uh, no. That isn't necessary.

Thank you.

Please don't hang up. I'm a police officer.

If you're a friend of Arnold's, I have to talk to you.

Police?

Yes. We're looking for Arnold,

and it's terribly important that we find him. It's urgent.

I don't know where he is.

Please, miss. It's a matter of life and death.

If you'll just give me your name --

hello?

Hello?

Try getting the operator.

I think maybe that was the operator.

Arnold!

Arnold...

I know you're in some sort of trouble.

I called one of the numbers you gave me,

and there was a policeman.

A policeman?

I didn't tell him anything.

I don't know why,

except I just couldn't believe you've done anything wrong.

You shouldn't have come out here.

Well, I thought I --

well, I hoped you'd be here.

I mean, you look so sick.

You shouldn't just be wandering around.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Why don't you just go away?

Aah!

This is Shirley Harris.

She's one of our information girls.

Shirley, this is Mr. Mcgarrett

and Mr. Williams of the state police.

They'd like to ask you some questions.

Fire away. I answer questions all day.

Sit down, Shirley.

Shirley, we're looking for a man --

he's not a criminal,

but he has the potential to do an awful lot of harm

to a lot of people

unless we find him quickly.

Some of the girls said

he had some kind of contagious disease?

Yeah, something like that.

Would you look at this picture, please?

Tell me if you've ever seen this man before.

I'm sorry.

Take another look.

One of the operators from this office

made a call to a medical laboratory

in waimelo earlier today. She asked for this man.

You're kidding.

No.

The girl who made the call refused to identify herself,

and she broke the connection.

She must have gotten scared

she was gonna get in some kind of trouble.

Or maybe she was just trying to protect him.

Was it you, Shirley?

Oh, not on your life.

I wouldn't stick my neck out that far for any man.

Have you any idea who it was?

No, I don't, sir.

Any other girls?

That's it, except for Wanda Russell.

She went home sick

a couple of hours ago.

I just thought of something.

Wanda's my best friend,

and I wouldn't want to get her into any kind of trouble.

We're not interested in getting anybody into trouble.

We have to find this man very quickly.

Wanda's the kind who's always picking up strays,

you know what I mean?

Cats, dogs, birds with broken wings.

Well, she told me she met a guy on the beach,

and she went on and on about how smart he was --

talked like some kind of poet or scientist.

Yes?

And she said he had some kind of malaria attack.

Yes, and?

Well, she's got him at her apartment.

Where is that?

2466 waimea drive.

Thank you.

[ Horn honking ]

[ Tires screech ]

Thank you.

Steve, pan of water and a wet towel.

Might have been for somebody with a fever.

Yeah. She had a visitor, all right.

Steve, just came over the radio --

emergency hospital reported a man

answering kline's description.

He brought a girl in for treatment.

Let's go.

X-rays look okay.

She's awake now.

Then she'll be all right?

I think so.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

Well, I'm going to need some information

about what happened.

You can give it to the nurse.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I know that.

I didn't want you to get involved.

I don't care what you've done.

Whatever it is,

it was a mistake or an accident.

I know that.

I've never met anyone like you.

Guess that goes for me, too.

I grew up like a machine...

A human computer.

They fed the questions into me,

and the answers always came out right.

They said a mind like mine comes along

only once in a lifetime...

So they kept me locked up like some sort of freak.

Kept me away from people.

I never got to know people.

Oh, Arnold...

Listen to me. I don't have much time.

I have something to tell you,

and you must promise me something.

Do you really trust me, Wanda?

Yes.

Then you must promise me -- swear to me --

you'll get up out of this bed, get in your car, drive home,

pack your bags, and leave for the mainland today.

Leave?

You said you trusted me.

Yes, I do.

Then you must do what I say

because this island and all the people on it...

Arnold, what is it?

Can't you tell me what it is?

Have you ever heard of biological warfare?

I think so.

Well, there are men...

Working all over the world...

Breeding test-tube destruction.

God, Wanda, I never wanted to be part of their madness,

but I did.

I did, and the only to stop them was to shock them,

shock the whole world into realizing...

Look, something has happened here on the island.

An accident.

Something that will kill everyone here

within the next 12 hours.

[ Tires screech ]

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Now, I don't want to see a gun or a uniform.

What he plans is still unknown.

We've got to find out before we nail him.

So, disappear. Keep your eyes open.

If you spot him, let me know by walkie-talkie.

I'll instruct you from here. Let's go.

So, you've got to leave. You've got to -- now.

Trust me, Wanda. Believe me.

But what about you? What will you do?

I'll leave as soon as I can. Don't ask anymore.

Just promise me you'll go.

I promise.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Wait a minute!

It's not on me.

It's hidden --

out there somewhere.

You'll never find it in time.

I was like so many others

when I went to work at fort detrick,

hoping to do something creative.

All the money, facilities.

I was so impressed by their work.

Practical value.

And look what I end up creating --

devastation far exceeding that even of a nuclear bomb.

And as the generals have said,

there will only be casualties.

It won't hurt any of that precious real estate.

For god's sakes, Alex,

it just doesn't make any sense at all.

Not to you. To me it does.

You lie there and tell me you're going to exterminate

three-quarters of a million people!

Now, that makes sense?

I don't expect you to understand.

Alex, there must be some words

that can reach you.

Words are useless.

Don't you see? That's the whole point.

People have used words --

"holocaust."

"Global destruction."

They've talked till they're blue in the face,

and nothing is accomplished.

But what can you possibly hope to accomplish?

I've told you -- shock therapy.

Wasn't that the purpose of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?

No, Alex!

Those were acts committed during war

to save lives!

Mine isn't any different...

Only this war concerns the survival of mankind.

The man's a lunatic!

Easy, colonel.

Easy?

He's a criminal,

more perverted and dangerous than Hitler.

Alex, how do you know

that your mutant strain won't survive

and destroy life beyond these islands?

The life span of the bacteria

can't exceed six hours during sunlight.

If you want to live, leave...Now.

Get off the island.

Where is it?

Where'd you hide the vial?

My wife's in this hospital!

She just had surgery. She can't be moved!

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]