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We've got your kids.

Just follow orders.

There's a reporter in town, Steve.

Terry O'Brien.

One thing puzzles me about 5-0. There isn't a woman on the team.

He reads minds.

Moella!

You're covered. Look up the channel behind you.

Throw your gun down and come out.

Truth doesn't come floating in on a morning tide, Miss O'Brien. Sometimes

you have to dig for it.

Confucius? No.

The carrot.

No, it's all right, Mr. Boat.

No problem at all, sir.

Well, actually, we're three weeks ahead of schedule.

That's right.

See you later this evening at the party.

Fine.

Thanks, Masaru.

Will that be all, Mr. Longworth? Mm-hmm.

Stu, something must have happened to them. Oh, don't borrow trouble, ma'am.

They know we're due at the Gordon's at 7, and they both have watches.

If we're late, they can bloody well do without the van for a week or two.

Em, honey, why is it that the best surf always seems to come up just before you

have to spliffle?

You're as bad as they are.

Hello,

this is Longworth.

We've got your kids. I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Say it again.

We've got your kids.

What is it?

The children?

Yes.

You want to see Jason and Hillary alive again?

Don't blow your cool.

Just follow orders.

Keep a low profile, understand?

No cops.

Thank you.

Hello? We received the money.

You may call your husband now.

We have all available manpower in the Longworth case.

I'll keep you posted.

If that's all, sir, I think I'd better get back.

Uh, not quite.

There's a reporter in town, Steve.

Terry O'Brien from News World magazine.

The editor wants to do a cover story. I know.

I bowed out, but the publisher appealed. To me, personally.

Steve, it's the new In magazine.

Booming circulation.

Free national publicity for the islands and Five-0. Governor, I'm a cop, not a

PR man.

I don't have the time to be bird-dogged by a reporter to pose for pictures.

I'm not asking you to pose for a centerfold, Steve.

No, there's a lot more to be gained here than lost.

It's a minor inconvenience. That's all it will mean.

Governor, I have never questioned a... an order or a request that you've made

of me, but I must ask you to seriously reconsider this one.

Steve, suppose they decide to do a cover story without your cooperation.

That could be very damaging to all of us.

No. No, sir, you'll have to accept my judgment on this one.

No, I don't, Steve.

I hate to pull rank on you, but I must insist that you go through with this.

Governor, I hate to be stubborn, but I seriously question your judgment on this

one. Oh, you Irish, you're all alike. Hotheads.

Now, cool off and settle down.

Very well, sir.

I will be as sincere and cooperative as I can be.

Hope you brought no beer.

I worked up quite a thirst getting rid of those tire tracks.

Made the headlines.

Very big on the tube, too.

Now all we have to do is wait for the Robin Hood caper to work.

A $50,000 gift makes Robin Hood a piker.

They haven't said anything about Muali yet.

Ah, don't worry.

He'll come down on him fast.

All right, enough kidding around.

Characterize your boss for me in ten words or less.

Hey, that's a heavy assignment.

He's dedicated, honest, intuitive,

tough when he has to be, daring, and eminently fair.

The John Wayne of Waikiki.

Hey, please, just quote me on what I say.

Lonnie, I'm expecting a reporter sometime today, a Mr. O'Brien. Oh, it's

Mr. O'Brien. Terry, for short.

I'm glad you changed your mind about the interview, Mr. McGarrett. I didn't

change my mind.

The governor did.

Oh, uh, I seem to have come at a bad time.

One time's as bad as another, Mr. O'Brien.

Oh, look on the bright side of things, Mr. McGarrett.

It'll be quite painless, and when I'm finished, you'll be one of the biggest

tourist attractions since Mona Loa erupted.

The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.

Ask Duke to join us, please.

Oh, if you don't mind.

Not that I don't have total recall, but some people have second thoughts and

claim them as quoted.

Come on in, gentlemen.

You've met Miss O'Brien. Oh, here's Duke Kilkeller, another member of our team.

Miss O'Brien is here at the invitation of the governor. She wants to see how 5

-0 functions.

Oh, I'm here to interview you, Mr. McGarrett, not 5-0.

So, Brian, you have a job to do, and I'm under direct orders to cooperate.

So long as your job does not interfere with mine, we can avoid a collision

course. I agree.

So why don't you gentlemen get on with business as usual?

Oh, one more thing.

Anything regarding our caseload is strictly confidential. That's rule

number one.

Yes, sir.

Daniel, what have we got on the Longworth kidnapping?

The father paid the 50,000 ransom this morning. The kids turned up in the

family van.

Hard, unharmed. As far as the father's concerned, that's all that counts.

The money wasn't any problem.

Stuart Longworth's in charge of some priority design at the... That's the

corporation. Makes big money.

Why would the kidnappers settle for 50,000, then?

McGarrett.

Oh, yes, just a minute, please. He's right here. Yeah.

HPD for you.

Yeah. Is Che going over the van?

Stem to stern.

Tires, gas mileage.

Anything that might tell us where it's been. Good.

Move on anything you find there.

See if you can come up with why that van was parked there.

Check.

OK, Denham. Thank you.

The driver of the bus where Longworth left the ransom money is an ex-con.

He finished doing time two years ago for armed robbery.

That's interesting.

Maybe he was in on it. That's what HPD thinks.

Two officers tried to question him. He clammed up. They're trying to get a

search warrant now.

OK. Be there when and if they use it, Denham.

I'm going to have a chat with the Longworths.

Where do you think you're going?

With you.

Oh? The governor, remember?

What made you want to be a cop?

What made you want to be a reporter?

You would not be forgotten when you're dead and rotten.

Either write things worth the reading or do things worth the writing.

I don't think... Ben Franklin had either of us in mind when he wrote that.

I don't know.

According to Officer Williams, you're an unusual combination of tough cop and a

compassionate, concerned citizen, especially where the Hawaiian people are

concerned. That's right.

That's right. I think they're being terribly exploited.

I'd say that's a nifty plank for a gubernatorial pitch.

And my sources say you'd have backing.

Sources? What sources?

You're talking to a woman who went to prison rather than reveal her sources.

Well, whoever they are, they're sadly mistaken. Sorry.

Mr. McGarrett, you are a logical candidate when the governor decides to

step aside.

And so far, I've uncovered no improprieties, public or private, to

date. My private affairs are off limits also. Now, that's rule number two, Miss

O'Brien.

You wouldn't be hiding something, Mr. McGarrett.

Sorry. Sorry to disappoint you.

It's very intriguing.

The man leaves his office. The car turns into a pumpkin.

McGarrett becomes the invisible man.

An enigma.

A challenge.

Very sexy image to women.

The legend has a sense of humor.

I refuse to answer that one on the grounds that it may incriminate me.

Well, you'll be pleased to know that you're rated among the first three

bachelors on the island.

One lady who sampled your gourmet cooking, heard you play guitar, and

admired your Sunday paintings, dubbed you a true Renaissance man.

You know, you've already broken rule number two.

Report is prerogative, Mr. McGarrett.

When it comes to my personal affairs, O'Brien, it ceases to become a

prerogative. It becomes a presumption.

Five years I cooperated.

I cooperated because I couldn't stand solitary.

And now I want to be left alone. You understand?

You ain't going to find no ransom money here.

People are going to hear about this, man.

Civil liberties people.

Yeah.

I don't think they can make it harder on you guys.

What is that?

You tell me.

Layla?

Layla!

Tell him what the key is, honey.

I don't know, Joe. I've never seen it before.

Let's see.

281.

Miss O'Brien understands that anything said here is not for publication unless

you specifically authorize it.

But if you have any objections whatsoever, she'll be dismissed.

No, I have no objections.

I have nothing to conceal.

Thank you.

Look, McGarrett, I'm beginning to feel like a broken record. I've gone over the

same story, first to the police, then the reporters. Yes, I understand. But

sometimes with repetition, something new comes to mind.

Now, think back to the voice on the telephone.

Was there anything distinctive about it? Was it local or haole or oriental,

educated? No.

I mean, it was just a man's voice.

More like a whisper, really.

What about the woman, Mrs. Longworth?

I've been thinking about that, and it strikes me that she sounded Hawaiian or

oriental. There was a rhythm to the way she was talking. Good Lord, Em.

Two sentences, and you've become an expert on linguistics?

Well, maybe the children can help, eh?

Why?

Look, they've already been interrogated.

They're staying with friends now. They're safe in the high-security

condominium.

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we can't tell you anything more.

Can't or won't, Mr. Longwood.

Okay.

Maybe I haven't racked my brain enough for you, but all I want to do is forget

it. We got our kids back alive, and that is the only thing that counts for me.

Not if these same people decide to kidnap someone else's child.

Let me tell you something, Mr. McGarrett. Just as soon as possible, I'm

gonna pack my family up and move away from here.

If you run out, these people and other people like them will try this again and

again until one of their victims doesn't come back alive.

Now think about that, Mr. Longworth.

Is that your usual style of interrogation, Mr. McGarrett? I just ask

the questions that need to be asked. There are many ways to ask a question.

Oh, you're giving lessons in police procedure now?

Those people are the victims of the crime, Mr. McGarrett. They were anything

but gentle. Mr.

Longworth was evasive. Perhaps you didn't recognize him. They've just been

through a hell of an experience.

They're still in a state of shock.

The truth doesn't come floating in on a morning tide, Miss O'Brien. Sometimes

you have to dig for it.

Confucius? No.

McGarrett.

Thanks for lunch. My pleasure.

How did round two go?

Split decision, Daddy.

Immovable object meets irresistible force?

Well, right now, I don't feel irresistible.

I don't need counsel.

It's when you're guilty you need counsel. We ain't done nothing.

How do you explain the key?

I don't know.

Anybody could have planted it there while we were at work. Anybody could

have done it.

In the locker at the bus stop?

If it was me, it would be the dumbest place in the world for me to stash it.

Can't you see that, Mr. McGarrett?

Where are you Sunday night?

Bowling.

Lalo, what are you doing?

We were at home, Joe. We watched TV.

The movie with the dinosaurs.

That's right.

Saturday we went bowling.

Anyone drop in or call?

You can't take the word off an ex-con.

One mistake.

One mistake!

And you pay the price the rest of your life.

That's all you really got on us, the fact that I was in a slammer once. And

that's all!

Are you asking us to forget the key and the fact that Longworth left the money

on your bus?

Mr. McGarrett, I swear to you, Lila and me had nothing to do with it.

You better get a lawyer, Muella.

Public defender's office won't cost you anything.

Dino? I did my time.

I'm not gonna go back.

You hear? I'm not gonna go back for something I didn't do!

What is this?

What are you doing?

I'm not gonna back there.

I didn't do it, I'm telling you. I didn't do it!

You are considering the possibility he was framed, aren't you? Please, Miss O

'Brien. You're not.

You always answer your own questions.

Do you ever give a forthright answer?

Let me make something clear.

This assignment does not entitle you to special privileges not accorded the rest

of the press.

There are always certain circumstances which are best kept confidential until

the case is closed.

Mr. McGarrett.

How many closed cases hide unsolved crimes?

Dano, I need some answers.

Do you think that key could have been planted?

Why would the kidnappers bother with a frame? And why would they give away $50

,000 unless they're playing some other kind of game?

Yeah, why indeed?

Yet our inquiring reporter over there bought Moella's story in a flash.

Of course, she's not interested in facts. She's operating on female

intuition, huh?

I didn't know intuition had a gender.

It's a gut reaction.

Reaction indeed.

Steve, what about having the Longworths listen to the Moalas' voices?

Yeah, it's a good idea.

Put Duke and Chin on it right away.

I think I'd like to see the rest of the team at work.

Oh, that, Miss O'Brien, may be the most constructive idea you've had all day.

Boy, that lady's something else.

Dunno. I'd like you to run out to Esther Corporation.

Find out just what Stuart Longworth does to earn that kind of money.

Right.

To Mr. Burroughs.

Subject, resignation.

It is with great personal regret...

and professional disappointment that I hereby submit my resignation as director

of the Pi Alpha project.

Leanne? Yes.

When you're finished, hand deliver it to Mr. Burroughs, please.

Yes, sir.

You understand there are certain questions about our work here that I'm

not at liberty to answer.

Yes, sir. But I'm only interested in Stuart Longworth.

Damn shame.

Best designer here.

And we're losing him because of that nasty business with the children.

Can't say I blame him.

Does his work involve breeder reactors?

That's a reasonable deduction.

For power plants to be sold abroad?

That's one of those sensitive questions.

I take it the design for those are kept under very tight security.

The tightest. Competition in this business is appalling.

That's why our security system has to be foolproof.

Foolproof.

I've heard that before.

You like to sail, Joe?

What's that got to do with the price of nickels?

You don't care whether I like to sail or not, man. What's it building up to?

Joe, please.

He does like to sail.

It's like on the TV.

You got the tough cop, and then you got the nice one to kind of soften you up.

I don't think that was her.

Can you remember anything else?

Yeah. The man who was driving the van, he had one of those stocking masks on.

It was weirdo.

He made us lie on the floor after he blindfolded us.

We couldn't hear anything but the motor.

At the house, we could hear the wind sometimes. There were hardly any cars,

though. Never heard the ocean.

Negative. I do remember hearing birds singing a lot.

Yeah, it was really quiet.

Like it was really way out of the way someplace.

How would you know? You have the quad turned up so loud you can't hear

anything else anyway.

Looks like some things are back to normal.

The fear never really stops.

Every time they're out of my sight, I worry. The telephone rings and I start

shaking. That's not good for them or me.

Mrs. Longworth, is it possible for me to talk to your husband?

He doesn't get home until late.

Maybe at the office. Could you fix it?

I'll try.

Okay. Chin, is there a telephone around here?

Yeah. Turn right outside the door. End of the corridor.

Thanks.

Oh, Joe.

Honey, what's wrong?

Terrible piece.

Not like last year. Good night.

I need someone. This is hard.

Get an ambulance.

I want to go with him, please.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I got a couple of things to follow up with Chen. What do you tell me, Gary?

You bet I will.

Long wore us into secret stuff, the kind other companies drool over.

And he had access to the microfilm the blueprints were recorded on.

Could he have lifted any?

In theory, no.

In practice, he's been using that microfilm library for three years.

Therefore, he could have picked up a few tricks, huh?

He resigned today.

He resigned?

Just three weeks before the mandatory lie detector tests and the security

procedures.

Chin doesn't think the Longworth kids could have been held at Moala's place.

What have we got here anyway, Danno?

I'll tell you what you've got. A man pushed beyond endurance.

Joe Moala just had a heart attack.

Low blow, Terry.

Give us a break.

The same kind of breaks you've been giving Moala?

Circumstantial evidence.

Bullying the man until he breaks.

They've just taken him to the hospital.

Then perhaps that's where you should be getting your story, Miss O'Brien.

I know where to get my story, Mr. McGarrett.

McGarrett. Yeah.

When?

What the hell do you mean?

Okay, thank you.

What is it?

We've been had, Dano.

Well, his heart attack was a fake.

He overpowered an HPD guard in the ambulance and escaped.

Okay, get out on APB immediately.

Squeeze anything you can out of his wife, relatives, neighbors, anybody.

Moala's a desperate man. Now, he's liable to do anything. Mark him armed

and dangerous, but I want him alive.

Miss O'Brien? Yes.

Mr. Longworth is expecting you. I'll tell him you're here if you'll just have

a seat right now. Thank you.

Smashing glasses.

Thank you.

Saves having two pairs.

Miss O'Brien, he'll see you now.

Thank you for seeing me.

I have a great deal to do here, but my wife made it sound like it was an

emergency. Well, it is for Joe Moala.

I was with your family this afternoon when they failed to identify his voice

and his wife's. Forgive me.

I don't wish to discuss the kidnapping. I thought you understood that. Oh, I'm

not so much concerned with the kidnapping as the way McGarrett is

handling it. Well, then I suggest that you discuss that with him.

Mr. Longworth, there's some very strange aspects to this case. Please, Miss O

'Brien. How did the kidnappers know where Hillary and Jason were going that

Sunday?

That's easy.

Hillary and Jason went to the same beach with the same crowd almost every Sunday

afternoon. Now, if you'll check with 5-0, you'll find they've asked me these

same questions at least 50 times.

By recovering the ransom and arresting the Moalas, 5-0 thinks the case is

solved. Joe Moala is going to jail.

He may be guilty.

It's not of my concern.

The nightmare is over, and it's not going to recur.

As far as I'm concerned, the police have done an excellent job.

And as far as I'm concerned, an innocent man may very well be railroaded, if

indeed he lives to stand trial.

I agree with you about Longworth.

He does seem to be hiding something.

But I don't agree with you about Moala.

He did what he did because you pushed him too far. Pushed him too far?

Miss O'Brien, I agreed to this dinner interview to give you some answers to

some questions you said you needed to complete your article.

Now, I have no intention of discussing the case.

But, Mr. McGarrett, don't you... Please.

Is this an interview or a debate?

All right, the interview.

One thing puzzles me about 5-0. There isn't a woman on the team.

He reads minds.

I've been waiting for that one.

My readers await.

We have frequently used female personnel in our operations.

Frequently. Making coffee, filing reports, answering telephones.

That's a cheap shot, you know.

Women have often handled dangerous assignments for 5-0.

But bringing someone new in, male or female, untrained in our method of

operation, could seriously reduce our effectiveness.

Seriously.

In other words, 5-0 is a private club.

You keep putting words in people's mouths. In no way 5-0 is a private club.

But it is a tight, efficient organization. That's why we're

effective.

There are many women who could qualify for this outfit.

Even run it.

You are just determined to keep it a private sanctuary.

Got any candidates?

Let me know, and I'll put them on the payroll immediately.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's been a delightful evening.

Waiter, check, please.

I'll split it with you.

You really are exasperating, you know that?

I know.

Keep it low. The whole island's still looking for you.

I hate to lay this on you, sailor, but there was no place else I could go.

Go, go, go.

I thought you said you was going straight. How come you like that, bro?

I didn't do it, sailor. They just think I did. And you know something? They're

not going to listen.

That's not what the papers say.

They had it wrong, man.

Honest to God.

Well, running away not going to help nothing.

It didn't seem like they were going to believe us.

We'd be rotting in jail, and nobody would be looking for the things that

framed us.

It's tight, sailor.

It's tight. It's got me crazy.

Yeah. Who would want to frame you and Lila, huh?

Who would want to spend $50,000?

I don't know, man.

I got to get off this island, man. I got to get off this island. I don't know,

Molokai. Maui, maybe.

And you're my only chance, man. So let's get this tub underway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We can't sell yet.

We need more supplies.

We need more food.

We need more beer.

I tell you what, you just hang loose, and I'll go scrounge up whatever we

need, okay?

It's getting tight. It's closing in on me, sailor. I know, I know, I know. But

I'll hurry.

But I think that we're gonna be a lot better off if we wait till we got more

boats out in the channel, okay?

And, hey, relax.

Keep your head below this deck, okay?

Hey, sailor?

Yeah? You know, there's not too many people I can trust, man.

Probably they just don't want to trust me. I couldn't turn to nobody else.

I want you to know that I will never forget it.

Shh, never mind.

Hey, bro, you got a minute?

Okay, okay, honey, that's enough.

All right, I should have a first draft for you in the morning. And I'll have

the blue pencil ready.

Steve, Duke's tracked down Moala's friend, Sailor.

Moala's on his boat at the South Coast Marina. Let's go.

You two should issue hourly weather reports.

Shut up.

Hold your fire, gentlemen. Hold your fire.

All right, get the media back.

No exceptions.

I told you once, I'm not going back.

Maybe you don't have to.

That's a crock, McGarrett, and you know it.

Listen to me, you guys out there for the news.

I got something to say.

Listen to me.

I did it. I'm guilty.

Me, John Moala.

My wife had nothing to do with it. I snatched them kids solo.

What's he doing?

Setting the stage now.

For what?

Suicide.

Just me!

I don't have a gun.

I'm clean.

You stay back. You just stay back!

I don't believe that you kidnapped those kids. You're absolutely right. It's all

too pat.

It's got to be a frame.

I just confessed to all those newspaper people.

I said stay back!

So what's your angle, McGarrett? Why would it bother you?

I'm after the truth, Joe.

That's all. I'm just after the truth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know guys in prison on account of what was in the papers.

Joe.

People are in prison for one reason, because a judge and a jury weigh the

facts. Now, come on, Joe.

I want to get the facts for you, but you've got to help me.

Give me the gun. Trust me, please.

Come on, give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

As I said, intuitive and daring.

This ought to do a lot for the McGarrett mystique. I don't know what you said to

convince him, but it worked.

Question is, why save a man's life when you're going to try and send him up for

life? No, no.

The question is, why didn't I have the luck to draw a reporter who deals in

solid facts instead of a second-class Lois Lane?

Yeah, I remember him.

Real nice suit.

All his nice suits stand out like a sore thumb on my run.

Okay, now, think back, Joe.

Think back to the day he got on your bus.

I'm trying.

It's all like a blur, you know?

Driving a bus one day is like any other. It all mixes together.

But he was different.

The day was different.

Now, picture it in your mind.

Where did he get on your bus?

Yeah. Yeah, and he got off at the next stop.

Good. Good. OK.

Now, what happened then? What else?

I drove away.

Did anyone get off the bus with him?

Some lady started to.

She got up, changed her mind.

Did she change her seat?

Yeah. She, uh, she started up from the back and sat down again.

Do you remember where?

Right side, halfway back.

The seat the Holy sat in, and she got off at the next stop. Good. Good job.

Good. You're doing fine now. Keep it up.

Do you remember what she looked like?

Dark hair.

Oriental. Chinese, I think.

Glasses.

Big ones, the kind that turn color.

Yeah, well, what do they call them?

Photograves. Yeah, yeah.

Okay, Joe, thank you.

Something bothering you?

There's an Arabic saying, yum mussel, yum bossel.

One day honey, next day onions.

Well, however you see it, Miss O'Brien.

I see it as the end of the story.

Aloha.

Dano, I'll give you odds that the woman on that bus was our female kidnapper.

Shall I set up a session with the police artist?

No, no, poor Joe is easily frustrated.

How about mug shots, Dean?

Gee, I'd hate to risk confusing him with that many faces, but I wish there was a

way to narrow the field.

Maybe there is. Maybe there is.

Let's get Longworth in here. Right.

I wonder if you could help me.

When I was in to see Mr. Longworth, there was a young woman in the office,

Chinese.

You must mean Kia Chu.

I'm sorry, but she already left on her vacation.

Well, I'm only going to be here for a few days and...

I'm very anxious to get the same kind of glasses that she has. Is there anywhere

I could reach her?

That's worth a try.

Thanks.

They were in danger, Mr. McGarrett.

I have a theory, Mr. Longworth.

It involves a man with access to some very sensitive data.

His children are kidnapped.

Only the ransom, the real ransom, isn't money.

It's a design to a breeder reactor, which he turns over to the kidnappers.

The kidnappers, in turn, arrange for some poor hapless ex-con to take the rap

so that no one will suspect the true dimensions of the plot.

Sound feasible to you?

$50,000 was just a decoy, wasn't it? To keep even your poor wife in the dark.

Why didn't you yell for help?

Because I love my wife and kids.

Can you understand the kind of insidious terror these people made me feel?

Can you understand what it feels like to know that you're being watched all the

time and that they know every move that you make?

Well, maybe we could have helped.

Oh, you could.

I thought my kids were safe at the Lahani Lagoon. It's a high-security

building, right?

Well, today in the mail, I got two T-shirts that the kids had taken with

them there.

And I was scared, McGarrett.

And I still am.

Lenny, have Duke and Chin get over to the LaHoney Lagoon apartments right

away, check with their security people. I want to know everyone who was in there

since Monday.

Tenants, visitors, tradespeople, the works, and right away.

Will do.

Thank you.

How do you think they knew so much about you?

I don't know.

Friends, maybe relatives?

No, impossible.

People you work with?

Could be.

But there's so many people that work for that company. I don't know many of them.

Look, may I go now?

Yeah.

Mr. Longworth, you realize that we're going to have to take a long, hard look

at the part you've played in this.

may have just narrowed the field.

Yeah.

See if Joe Mualek can find the woman in photo grays among the personnel file at

the Esther Corporation.

What do you know what you're out here for?

I'm sorry. A real estate dealer told me to check this area.

I'm a writer, and I'm looking for a house, quiet and secluded.

She's the one.

She's the reporter.

Looks like you found what you're looking for.

I don't think so.

Where do you see the inside?

You'll never want to leave.

How sure is Moala about the ID?

Picked her out right away. No problem. She's not at Esther Corporation. She

started her vacation today.

The home address and the data sheet should be current.

Let's get out there before they take over.

Be sure to pick up one smoothly.

Like silk on glass.

To Hong Kong.

And the highest bidder.

So Brian is in there.

You take the front, I'll go around the back.

Give me a count of about ten, and then call him out.

What about her?

She found what she was looking for.

A nice, secluded place.

Won't be anybody around for a month or two when they start bulldozing.

You hear something?

Five-O, state police.

Now with your hands up.

Where's the microfilm, Miss Chu?

In the pearl compact in my suitcase.

Yeah, that's it.

Okay, book them both.

Kidnap and extortion.

Miss O'Brien, perhaps I can get a word in without being interrupted, huh?

I'd like to point out something which you should already know.

I'm told that one of the basic rules of journalism is to approach every story

with an open mind, but on this one, yours has been closed from the

beginning.

Now, to risk your life in pursuit of a story is one thing, but to endanger the

lives of others is something else.

Now, we put our necks on the line every day for things that count, but the

crisis that you generated by coming here is absolutely unnecessary and just plain

dumb. And on that Miz O'Brien, you can quote me.

Dono, see that the lady gets home.

As I said, eminently fair.

Come in.

I couldn't find a crow.

Will chicken do?

Quarrels never last long if only one party is wrong.

Confucius.

Ming's Chinese fortune cookies.

so so