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Plastic explosives were hijacked. Very new and highly sophisticated.

Contribution from your American friends.

Have you any idea what those explosives are going to be used for?

Tactical necessity.

Thank you.

I'm going to sell the company.

Yes, sir.

Be careful with it. Yes, sir. Sign here.

Look out!

McGarrett.

Yes, put him on, please.

Governor.

Yes, sir?

When?

How many men?

Well, how did they get away from the area?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. We'll get on it right away. Thank you.

Some plastic explosives were hijacked, very new and highly sophisticated. They

were being delivered to a Marine Corps demolition team at their testing

grounds. The Coast Guard is sending a chopper. Let's get out of here.

you guys did a great job i want you to split remember we never saw each other

before

They're coming around.

I think there is some kind of knockout gas.

Can any of your men get a look at the attackers?

They're all wearing weapons and face masks.

But I didn't see a powerboat pulling away from the area.

Can you identify it?

Yes, I saw the registration number.

This is AJ6492C.

AJ, go in and register. I'll ask Ken to run it down.

Everything go all right?

Relax. Here's your five grand.

Where'd you leave my boat?

Where I said I'd leave it.

You know, Ryan, if I were you, I'd do two things.

What's that? Get lost and stay lost.

If the police get onto you, I wouldn't give a knucklehead for your life.

I thought you didn't believe in killing.

That's me, Ryan.

That's personal.

I shouldn't have to tell you about the people we work for.

I'll meet you at the desk.

Uh,

where do we meet?

On the beach, near Halona Point.

How do I know you?

Are you Catholic?

Yes.

Then you'll have no problem.

Central to McGarrett. I have a patch from Chinook Kelly.

Yeah, McGarrett, go ahead.

I'm at the Harbormaster, Steve.

That registration number Danny asked me to check.

The boat belongs to James Ryan, address 2957 Kalakau Avenue.

Good work, Chin. You and Dano check it out right away.

We're looking for a Jim Ryan.

Who are you?

Five-ohm.

Are you Mrs. Ryan?

Sometimes.

We'd like to look around.

Father? Can I help you, my child?

Are you the friend from Connemara?

No.

I'm the friend from County Kerry.

I wasn't expecting a priest.

I wasn't expecting a pretty girl.

I was told to give you this.

It's a contribution from your American friends.

And very generous they were, too.

What's your name?

Casey Fogarty.

He'd send his own daughter?

Not willingly, I insist.

It's a... a risky thing you're doing.

I've taken risks before.

On the ski slopes.

Was it wounded knee?

A skirmish.

This is a real war.

Sorry, Father.

Ego, te absolvo.

Kiss.

What is it?

How lovely I think you look.

With all that sunlight.

Foley. We got trouble.

Tell me about it.

The police were just at my place.

They just missed me.

And where are you now?

I took a room.

Ryan, I can't help you if you don't tell me where you are.

The Seacrest.

It's a bungalow court.

The number is...

I got a customer, Ryan. Stay put until you hear from me, and don't worry.

I'll take care of everything.

You could do a lot of damage with that, Father.

Damage, Mr. Foley, is a relative concept.

It depends on whether you're a Republican or a Loyalist.

Which are you?

Neither. I'm a Capitalist.

Any problems?

Ryan, the guy who owns the boat.

He's getting jumpy.

Could be trouble.

Where is he?

555-2399.

That's the number he gave me.

It's a bungalow court called Seacrest.

I like doing business with professionals.

They have no ethics, no principles, and no moral standards.

So one always knows what to expect from them.

Good morning, Steve.

You know Commander Sprague from Naval Intelligence?

We spoke on the phone.

At your request, Steve, I've arranged for emergency search and seizure powers

as regards all ships leaving the islands during the next ten days.

Has HPD been briefed?

They're ready to move whenever you give the word. Good.

What we're dealing with is a revolutionary new kind of plastic

explosive. An amount no larger than a tape cassette can destroy half a city

block.

Now, in the hands of guerrillas, it's a perfect weapon for urban warfare.

There's a big international market for explosives of this kind.

Well, I'm concerned with Honolulu, Commander.

The buyer could be local, and that stuff could be intended for use here.

Possibly. It's more likely it's intended for Ireland.

How do you know that?

I am not at liberty to say.

Well, I'm not at liberty to work on this case without full disclosure.

He's in charge, and he's responsible.

Is it the IRA?

No. Provost?

No. Who?

It's a rebel splinter group.

Shamrock's among the sugar cane, huh?

I never thought I'd have Irish rebels to deal with in Honolulu.

Any further word from the commander?

Nothing yet.

What about Ryan now?

Zero.

Check with the harbor, Master Dano. I want a list of all ships bound for

Europe in the next ten days.

Right. Oh, and I'm particularly interested in ships bound for the United

Kingdom and Ireland.

South to Cape Horn, and from the Cape, north to West Africa.

It's fairly sure the authorities will be watching all ships bound for Europe.

It's in this manner that we hope to escape their notice.

The merchandise will complete its journey by charter plane from there.

What's my cargo?

Toys.

But not for children.

Is that a note of disapproval I hear in your voice?

I don't like carrying explosives.

There's a cure for that.

You'll be getting the rest of it when you make port in West Africa.

Be ready to take on your cargo tomorrow afternoon.

Steve, here's that list of ships you wanted.

Well, there aren't too many of them.

Have HPD watch all of them. I want to know of any unusual activity.

Way ahead of you.

Take a look at this paper.

That should flush him out.

Turn to page six.

Casey Fogarty, daughter of Boston industrialist visits Honolulu.

He's the multimillionaire, isn't he? Right.

What else should I know?

Cover of News World, four years ago, in war paint. Remember?

No, I can't say that I do.

Wounded knee.

She ran medicine to the Indians.

Oh, yeah.

I wonder whose war she's fighting now.

Yeah.

Could her arriving here on the day of the hijacking be just a coincidence?

Yeah.

Where's she staying? Elikai Hotel.

I think I'll pay the young lady a visit.

I'm sure this must have been a very dull interview for you, Mr. McGarrett.

Why do you say that?

Well, I didn't give you very much information.

Aside from the fact...

that my father's an Irish sentimentalist.

Comes with the brogue, you know.

Really? To imply that just because I'm his daughter... do I

look like a hijacker to you?

They come in all sizes and shapes these days, Miss Fogarty.

Oh, do they now?

Well, I'm a size seven.

A bit small, wouldn't you say, for the job?

Explosives cost a great deal of money.

Your father has a great deal of money. Besides, he's never made any secret of

where his sympathies lie.

Mr. McGarrett, aside from wearing green on St.

Patrick's Day, the only thing my father and I have in common is the family name.

I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that from his daughter.

All I know about this, uh...

Episode of yours is what I read about in the newspapers.

I'm here on a holiday.

Now, if you're sure there's nothing else, I did have it in mind to go for a

swim this afternoon.

Enjoy your swim, Miss Fogarty.

I hope you're not in over your head.

all their rivals for the last 10 days, Steve.

There were 15 people with Irish passports.

We've run down 12 of them so far.

New school teachers and a group of 10 students on a tour.

We're still trying to catch up with the other three.

Dr. Robert Bolton, Miss Lucy Bailey, and a priest, Father Daniel Costigan.

One long and two short.

Like the spies do on the TV.

Oh, we both seem to be playing games. Are we now?

You're no more a real priest than I am a real courier.

I thought I had you fooled.

Oh, for a bit.

It was that, uh, ego te absolvo that did it. I went

to confession every day at Barstool Prison.

Oh, I'll bet you did.

Why did you come here?

A visit from the police.

Thought you should know.

A man named, uh, McGarrett.

Itty now.

He questioned me about the hijacking.

I thought you should know.

You could have delivered that information on the telephone.

Telephones could be bugged.

And the leprechaun could be eating a pineapple.

Is it James Bond you've been reading?

Don't treat me like an idiot.

Why shall I treat you like that?

There are women in the movement in Ireland, aren't there?

Comrades. Aye, poor girls from poor homes.

Look, my father's money is paying for those explosives.

And his daughter wants something in return.

A bit of romance, perhaps.

A kiss from a soldier of the revolution, is that it?

What would Daddy say to this big house on the hill with all this...

Silver sparkling on his dinner table.

He'd say Ireland needs heroes.

Heroes, he says.

There are no heroes in Ireland anymore, only desperate men and dead fools.

Don't you have a girl?

A wife?

Something? Ireland is what I have.

Are you sure no one followed you to this hotel?

I'm sure.

On the beach.

When you said I was pretty.

Did you mean it?

Every Lilton word.

Fighters and poets.

That's the Irish.

And which are you now?

Now, about the police.

About this man, McGarrett.

He made a connection between the hijacking and your people.

Who are you? Does it matter?

You must have a name.

Father Daniel Costigan.

Can't call you that.

I'll answer to Sean.

Yeah?

James Ryan?

Who's this?

Go back to your hotel and stay there until you hear from me. Will you do that

now?

I'll do anything you ask me to.

Don't be so eager.

Handing out a mortgage on your life that way, your father wouldn't know.

Yes, this is McGarrett.

My name is Ryan.

James Ryan.

Where are you now, Ryan?

They're going to kill me, McGarrett.

Where are you calling from?

I'll talk to you if you promise me protection.

You've got it.

It's a bungalow court, the Seacrest, at the end of School Street.

Make it fast, McGarrett.

We're on our way.

Who is it?

St. Clair's.

What do you want, Father?

A bit of charity, my son, for the orphans of St.

Clair's.

Ballistics report, Steve. Bullet found in Ryan's body. He was fired from a .22

caliber pistol.

Search Ryan's place now.

Maybe there's something there that will tell us who paid him off with a .22 slug

and 5,000 bucks.

Right.

On those Irish passports, Steve, Dr. Robert Dalton is here for an

international pediatrician's conference, and Lucy Daly is 87 years old.

What about the priest?

Father Costigan is on leave from his parish in Ireland.

He's visiting Catholic charitable organizations in the islands.

He's the only one we haven't talked to yet. Where is he now?

St. Clair's orphanage.

Look at them, Mr. McGarrett.

Happy, healthy, active, fit.

Truly, one might call them the unspoiled progeny of God.

And of all the duties a simple man of the cloth made of the good fortune to

encounter, the most rewarding would have to be the care of children.

Why, it seems a long way for an Irish priest to come to care for children,

Father.

I'm not entirely sure I take your meaning.

I was thinking of the children of Northern Ireland, or Belfast and

Londonderry, for instance.

You'd be speaking of the troubles, then.

Well, children are dying there every day, aren't they, Father?

A nation.

is dying, Mr. McGarrett.

Or is it being murdered?

Whenever people are depraved of their honor, their rights, and their dignity,

that is murder.

You sound more like an Irish patriot than a priest.

Cannot a man be both?

Matthew said no man can serve two masters. He cannot serve God and man.

A man can serve his country.

Many sins have been committed in the name of patriotism, Father.

What are you suggesting, Mr. McGarrett?

Do you know about the explosives that were stolen here the other day?

I read about them.

We have reason to believe that they are targeted for your country.

Why do you come to me?

I'm looking for a rebel.

I do God's work.

And I do police work. So let's both pray that...

The explosives are found before they're turned to the devil's work, huh?

Central, this is McGarrett. Give me a patch to Duke Lukella at 5-0, please.

There, there, me boyo.

No tears, no.

Pain's a little thing in games like ours.

But now the honor goes to him who bears it well.

Cheeks up.

Yes, Father.

You're Steve.

Duke.

I want a tale on Father Daniel Costigan. I just left him at St. Clair's

Orphanage.

Is he our man?

I don't know, Duke.

I don't know.

I just want to know more about him.

Some papers Ryan's girlfriend was trying to burn.

They're in pretty bad shape, Steve.

She read about Ryan in the morning paper and got scared. Tried to burn everything

he had.

Can you make anything at all out of them, Jay?

It'll take a while.

I'll get it.

McGarrett. Nothing suspicious, Steve.

He took the long way around, but all he did was drive back to his hotel.

I'm parked outside.

Dog him, Duke.

Dog him.

You have a phone call, Miss Fogarty. Let me take it at the bar.

Thanks.

Uh,

this is Casey Fogarty.

Do you have a car?

No. Rent one.

Listen, have you read the paper?

Listen to me carefully.

Here's what I want you to do.

Is this what the money was used for?

Part of it.

And the reason why you and I must be very careful. From here on, I'm afraid,

we're in the hole.

In the hole?

Under cover, out of sight.

Was James Ryan, the man who owned the boat, was he in a hole?

Who?

The man who was killed yesterday.

I suppose he was. Why?

Have a question, ask it.

Did you have anything to do with his murder?

No.

Well, did he work for you?

He worked for another man who did work for me.

It was most likely a falling out among thieves.

I heard you. I heard you call him from the hotel room yesterday. I heard you

ask for him.

You don't believe me?

I want to believe you.

Then rest easy.

I may have many shortcomings... but surely cold-blooded murder's not among

them.

That the girl?

Yeah, that's her. You're sure?

Absolutely, Daniel.

Get off at Telex to Scotland Yard in Dublin, please.

Tell them I want everything they have on Father Daniel Costigan. Right.

You better come with me.

Speaking.

Foley. How would you get this number?

Never mind.

The price has gone up, Father.

We had an agreement.

That was before there was any killing.

Scruples don't become you, Mr. Foley. Get to the point.

I know about the Halls of Tara.

I'm sure Steve McGarrett would like to know about it, too.

How much do you want?

$10,000.

Where will I bring it?

The shack.

Off the highway at Queens Beach.

You'll know it.

That's the best I could do, Steve.

Sir, that's the day the explosives were hijacked.

I can't quite make out the name.

Tim Folger?

Farley?

Keep the motor running.

I was expecting an argument.

I never argue about money.

He lied to me.

That's an occupational hazard.

Why did you kill him?

He was trying to blackmail me.

And the other one?

Ryan was about to become an embarrassment.

I love your Irish euphemisms.

Occupational hazard.

An embarrassment.

The troubles.

What do you call murder?

Tactical necessity.

Sweet.

Whenever someone becomes a danger to the cause, he must be eliminated.

There's no room for questions.

Or conscience.

None at all.

What did you really think this was all about?

I guess I didn't think it through.

I care for you, Cassie.

I know this is not easy.

What if I should become an embarrassment to you?

That's unlikely.

Would you kill me, too?

This is what I was afraid of. They're using it here.

Steve? Yeah, Donna. Intellectual style in the yard. We struck gold.

Costigan has a list of aliases half a page long. Father Daniel Costigan is

only one of them.

He sure as hell knew Latin.

Real name, Sean Rourke.

Wanted in Ireland as leader of one of the rebel groups.

Hey, Garrett.

Yeah, Duke, what do you got?

I'm at the hotel, Steve.

Miss Fogarty hasn't been back since she left this morning.

No calls, no messages.

Okay, stay there, Duke. Let me know the minute she shows up.

Want me to put out an APB? You bet I do. I want Rourke and the girl. Right.

And, Dano, one more thing.

One of the firemen found these shards of paper in the rubble.

Got a phone number on it. See if you can get an address.

Right.

Well, is this where it ends?

This is where it begins.

Take me with you.

You can't be serious.

I'm a fugitive.

I don't think you fully realize what kind of a life that would mean for you.

What kind of life do I have now with the police looking for me?

It won't go that hard for you.

Not for your involvement, nor with your father's influence.

I want to go with you. No, Casey.

Please, Sean, I won't be in the way.

Not your war.

All right.

Oh, you won't be sorry.

I love boats.

We won't be sailing with the ship. We'll be taking a plane to West Africa.

Well, I like planes, too.

Will you do one more thing for me?

Of course.

Drive the van back to the warehouse.

It must be out of sight until the ship is well aware.

Well, where will you be?

I'll meet you in one hour at your hotel.

Isn't that dangerous?

I've got that address, Steve. It's a warehouse near the docks.

Let's take a look.

I've cleared port with the harbormaster.

We'll be sailing right away.

You'll be taking a passenger, Captain. I'm going with you.

What about the girl?

She has better things to do with her life than waste it on the likes of us.

She'll come to understand that.

Bye and bye.

Keep going. Check that van, Benno.

Size seven, huh?

A bit too small for the job. I don't think so.

Steve?

Nothing here but this.

Where is it?

I don't have to tell you anything.

All right, so I'm in love with him. So what?

Love with him?

What the hell do you know about love? You think you're in love with me. Is

there any difference?

You bet there's a difference. It can mean your life, your future.

I don't have any future. If you cooperate now, you can

build a future for yourself.

And if I don't cooperate?

The charges against you are very serious, Miss Fogarty.

Have you any idea what those explosives are going to be used for?

Tactical necessities.

Tactical necessities. Let me give you an example of tactical necessities.

Two months ago, those tactical necessities blew up a school bus.

Here's a London paper.

Look at it.

Look at it.

Look at it!

13 children killed.

Three blinded, four lost an arm or a leg or both.

Innocent children maimed, maimed in the streets of Belfast.

That's just one incident caused by your beloved rebels.

It's insanity.

It's insanity.

Catholics killing Protestants, Protestants killing Catholics. That's

what your money is going to be used for.

Now look at this and tell me where he is.

Look at it.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Everything you want is on that boat, Mr. McGarrett.

Dano, put her some back up. Keep an eye on her.

What? What's going on?

I don't know, but it's not good.

God help the children.