Original subtitles

Open the air valves, please.

You went there pretending to be interested in cryogenics when all the

time you were snooping? I know what happened to Elizabeth.

She was murdered.

Michonne, do you know what you're doing?

I'm preparing a trap.

To satisfy Elizabeth Hubbard's attorneys, they would like an autopsy.

An autopsy is out of the question, Mr. McGarrett.

The belief is that you have a tumor and that the prognosis is terminal.

Okay.

Thank you.

Dr. Kenneth Kirk, our director.

Miss Millicent Shannon.

It's a pleasure to welcome you to the Foundation, Miss Shannon.

Lovely.

Thank you, Norman.

Lovely. May I show you around?

This is the sanitarium adjunct of the foundation, Miss Shand.

Complete with hospital and medical facilities, of course.

But actually, the word sanitarium is a misnomer.

Our guests, or signatories, if you will, live a life of retirement more in

country club fashion, you might say. They don't seem to be just waiting for

death. Oh, by no means.

Any more than you would.

Well... I understand you have many famous people here.

Well, 23 of world renown, to be exact.

You know, when we heard that you were looking for a place for yourself, the

prospect was very exciting for us.

I must confess that I'm a great fan of yours.

Oh. And your creation, the world-famous detective Henri Reynaud of the Cirite.

You might say that, in your case, crime does pay.

Quite well, Dr. Kirk.

Quite well indeed.

As you probably know, Michonne, cryogenics is the study of low

temperatures. And our branch deals with the suspension and immobilization of the

human body in temperatures as close to zero as possible.

This way, I'll show you.

At these temperatures, the ravages of nature have stopped, the body preserved.

Until such time, oh, years, centuries, even millenniums from now,

when a cure is discovered, the body is normalized and brought back to life.

Fascinating, Doctor.

It's almost immortality, isn't it?

Exactly, Michelle.

That is our ultimate goal.

Michelle, you seem to be in such perfect health.

If I may ask, what is your medical problem?

My heart, Doctor.

I see.

I've been told my condition isn't critical now, but I shall make my

decision about signing in within the next 24 hours.

Listen to me, Sonny.

Freezing people.

Bringing them back to life. What rubbish.

Millicent, you went there pretending to be interested in cryogenics when all the

time you were snooping to find out about your friend Elizabeth Hubbard? I went

there undercover, Sonny.

And I know what happened to Elizabeth.

She was murdered.

Well, that's a very serious charge, Miss Shand.

Some sincere people believe in this process.

When I saw her in that crypt or tube or whatever you call it, I knew she was

murdered.

You just knew?

I got that letter two weeks after she wrote it, when I returned home from

abroad.

She died the day she wrote it. But she was terminally ill. She says so herself

in this letter.

That's not germane to the issue. She had months to live, even years.

She and I had the same doctor in San Francisco, and he was as surprised and

shocked as I was.

Read the letter again, Mr. McGarrett. There are all sorts of clues in there.

Doesn't Elizabeth say she was going to leave the foundation?

No, no. Thinking of leaving is the phrase she used.

She said a friend was leaving.

But all this is circumstantial, Millicent.

What would be the motive for her murder?

Henri Renaud says there are only three motives for murder. Passion, fear, and

avarice. Elizabeth didn't inspire passion at her age, nor gentle soul that

she was fear.

That leaves only avarice.

She bequeathed two million dollars to the foundation when she signed in.

They've got it now.

Governor, I think we should look into this.

That sounds very la-dee-dah.

Elizabeth was as close to me as a sister, Sonny.

I expect a thorough investigation.

Don't you worry about a thing.

It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. McGarrett.

If you need any help, don't hesitate to call on me. Oh, thank you.

I have written 34 mystery novels, and Henri Renaud's M.O. is at your disposal.

Doesn't suffer from insecurity, does she?

Sonny?

Well, it's a nickname.

I was a very good-natured, happy kid.

This Kirk Foundation is a licensed, reputable scientific organization, and

the investigation must be discreet.

And unless you want to find me and you in this whole situation in her next

book, you'd better get on it right now.

What are you grinning at? Nothing, sir. Thank you.

Seems rather odd. Elizabeth Hubbard's attorney wrote telling you that she

wanted to leave.

She never mentioned it to us.

When was that, Mr. McGarrett?

The letter was dated January 8th.

Hmm. Shame.

Same day she died.

Is that significant?

Oh, fear or mental imbalance preceding her death are symptomatic with her

illness.

Strange. She said in her letter she never felt better that day.

The same day she so desperately wanted to leave.

Poor Elizabeth, always hallucinating, fantasizing.

I assume that her will has been filed for probate.

Naturally, as legatees, our clients are our only source of funds.

No offense meant, Doctor, that's a routine question.

One more thing.

To satisfy Elizabeth Hubbard's attorneys, they would like an autopsy.

I trust you won't object to one?

Of course I object.

An autopsy is out of the question, Mr. McGarrett.

Oh. We'll see what the attorney general has to say about that.

Thank you, doctor.

Of course it's out of the question as far as he's concerned.

See, performing an autopsy would involve the removal of the brain as well as

other organs.

and that would defeat the whole purpose of the cryogenic process.

So I can't get a court order to exhume, or should I say to thaw out, huh?

Well, you might get a judge to give you an order, but then Dr. Kirk will get

another judge to give another court order enjoining you from carrying this

one out.

Then you and Dr.

Kirk would be leapfrogging all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court.

There's that convoluted legal mind of yours at work.

Well, if a person were to leave a will, Wherein she provides that she would like

her body preserved cryogenically after her death.

And then she leaves the money to carry out that request.

Now, who has the right to come along and cancel her out? No one.

No one. Providing that she died of natural causes.

I mean, if she is going to be brought back to life, is she really dead now?

If not, the autopsy would kill her for sure. Oh, I don't know, Quan.

This whole thing has got me upset.

Let's reason with me.

What if a rich one was about to get away, as Miss Shan thinks her friend

was?

She threatens to change her will, to move out. What do you think Kirk would

do? How do you think he'd handle that?

Maybe what Miss Shan thinks he did, you know? Push up her death a few months.

And even if she was terminally ill and he did indeed push up her death, that

would be murder.

Sure.

That's fascinating.

Sounds like it could be a perfect crime.

Well, I gotta go.

I'm due back in court.

Thank you.

And if it is murder, I want the cold facts.

My goodness, that's interesting.

That's very interesting.

No chance for an autopsy.

What an intriguing problem for Henri Renault. How would he overcome that

obstacle? I'd be interested to know that myself.

He wouldn't even try.

He'd get around it somehow.

Oh, he would, huh?

How?

What are you doing about it, Mr. McGarrett?

What are we doing about it?

We're looking into the Foundation's finances, their death certificates, any

unusual happenings at or near the time of death, and we're trying to find this

friend of Elizabeth Hubbitt's who was supposed to be leaving.

Now, any other suggestions?

Yes, plod along, knock on doors, police routine.

Yes, police routine, Miss Shand.

Mr. McGarrett, we are dealing with a diabolical rascal.

a very clever murderer who has devised a protective screen unparalleled in

criminal history. No, in this case, ordinary methods won't work.

Miss Shand, I advise you to be careful and leave this to us.

Or he would figure out an unusual course of investigation, a different way to

uncover proof.

He would create a diversion... Miss Shand. Miss Shand.

Please leave this to the professionals. Forgive me young man.

You are a policeman a special kind of policeman That's true, but you haven't

the latitude an independent investigator has Aloha

I

Can't tell you how happy we all are miss Jan

My bequest will include all present and future book royalties, Doctor.

And to be held in trust, of course.

And I hope many, many more books to come.

Oh, Norman.

Miss Shand is ready for her complete physical now.

I know that you'll be very happy. I'm sure I will.

The Kirk Foundation was incorporated nine years ago as a non-profit

organization.

Managing Director Kenneth Kirk.

Assistant Norman Price, five nurses in attendance, two physicians, research

staff, two doctorates in biochemistry, two cryogenic engineers.

Well, the whole staff can't be in on the conspiracy.

Where'd you get this information, Denham? Corporation commissioner.

They maintain two bank accounts in town, Steve.

Low five figures for payroll and current bills.

How many on the payroll?

28. Largest salary is $1,200 a week.

Dr. Kirk?

No, Steve. Philip Gerard.

Who is he?

Chef. They run a gourmet kitchen.

Well, that's not out of line.

What about the monies left in trust?

More than, uh, $17 million under their conservatorship.

Okay, uh, let's zero in on that. Check for expense accounts, loans, management

fees, and so forth. Someone might be skimming.

You know, they have more than, uh, 40 signatories outstanding in the

foundation. All wealthy, I suppose.

Oh, yes.

Chin.

And all of them wanting to take it with them wherever they're going.

Anything unusual about their deaths?

I checked with the coroners.

Besides Elizabeth Hubbard, there were two others who met unusual deaths.

When was that?

First was about a year and a half ago.

Was diagnosed as terminal cancer, but died suddenly of a heart attack.

Second was also diagnosed terminal, but was an accident victim a couple of weeks

ago. His name was Malcolm Craigie.

What date?

January 8th.

It's the same as Elizabeth Hubbard.

Well, there's another coincidence, Steve. I don't know if it means

anything. The same nurse attended both those men and the Hubbard woman.

Yes. Who's this?

Steve, for you. Miss Shand.

Yes, Miss Shand.

You did what?

Signed in.

At the Kirk Foundation?

Yes, Mr. McGarrett.

Michelle, do you know what you're doing?

Certainly I know.

I'm preparing a trap.

How, pray tell?

I've given them a false story of a heart ailment, and I've taken their physical

examination. Now, they will confirm the non-existent heart trouble, which will

flush them out as the fakes and murderers they are.

We were planning to put an experienced police operative in there undercover.

Now, do you realize the danger that you're in?

It's already done, Mr. McGarrett. I'm waiting now for results.

We'll have them right where we want them, right in the palms of our hands.

I hope you don't end up in cold storage.

Someone's coming, Mr. McGarrett.

I'll talk to you later.

Lonnie, have my car brought around, please.

Good morning, Miss Shan.

Morning, Dr. Kirk.

I hope I'm not disturbing you. Not at all.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you. Very nice to see you. Would you like some tea?

No, no, thank you.

I just brought over the results of your heart examination.

I thought I'd bring them over personally.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Doctor. I hope it isn't too bad.

Not bad at all.

What?

There's absolutely nothing wrong with your heart.

There isn't?

No, the doctor, whatever he saw or thought he saw in your EKG, we couldn't

find it at all.

Your laboratory?

I know it's a shock, but a pleasant one.

Perhaps your other test just showed an aberration.

It happens often with EKG.

Then your diagnosis is nothing wrong with my heart.

You are in top shape, Michelle.

Congratulations. Well, that is good news.

He came to tell me there is nothing wrong with my heart.

I was afraid of that. You expected it?

Well... What would you think if you were in Kirk's place and someone came to you

with a phony illness?

But he doesn't think it was a phony.

He said himself heart trouble is frequently misdiagnosed and aberration

in the EKG. No, something else must have alerted him.

I hope you weren't heavy-handed, Mr. McGarrett.

Please.

Now he may be on the alert, we must proceed with extreme caution.

Henri, of course, would have anticipated.

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Price.

Well, he was here. He left about ten minutes ago.

Which ground?

What does that mean?

Oh, yes, I see.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mr. Price.

That was Dr.

Kirk's assistant.

It seems Dr.

Kirk was sent only the results of my heart test.

Oh, their laboratory reports a serious condition with my pineal gland.

Of course.

He's not going to let a plum like you get away.

I don't believe it. I never felt better in my life.

They are just more devious than I thought, aren't they?

There's one sure way to find out.

May I use your phone?

Do it.

Dr. Char, please.

That's McGarrett.

Mrs. Sutherland? Yes.

McGarrett, Y50.

May I speak to you about your father, Malcolm Craigie?

Let's step outside.

The baby's sleeping in the front room.

What was it you wanted to know?

Well, actually, I'd like to talk to you about his death by May.

Why?

This is an official police investigation.

Could you tell me, was he living at the Kirk Foundation when he died?

Yes.

But he was struck by a hit-and-run driver on his way over here to visit.

He stepped off a curb and a car smashed into him.

He died an hour later at the foundation.

Was he planning on leaving there?

He was considering it.

I wanted him to.

I just about had him convinced to leave, and then it happened.

If he left there a day earlier, he'd be alive today.

And no matter what they say, I don't believe he's going to be alive in the

future.

This investigation, what's it about?

The Foundation?

Well, if you'll bear with me and give us a little more time, I might have some

answers for you, Mrs. Sutherland.

Maybe a lot more.

Thank you.

How do you find a cure for smashed brains, now or a thousand years from

now? And why go through the whole process of freezing without any hope?

Well, for his money, of course.

Yeah. Well, it's beginning to make sense. I think I can guess what happened

earlier this month.

What are your figures, T?

I figure that Elizabeth Hubbard and Malcolm Craigie were good friends.

They probably talked about leaving the foundation. In fact, Craigie had made up

his mind to leave.

He was going to live with his daughter Lucy.

As Elizabeth wrote me.

Right. But before Craigie could withdraw formally, before he could announce his

intentions in writing, they arranged for his accident.

That was on the 8th.

Right. And then when Elizabeth discovered what they had done to him,

she probably panicked, tried to run away, figuring she was next.

And that took care of her.

Well, that's my guess, anyway.

Now all we need is the proof.

McGarrett.

Yes, Doctor.

What?

No possible error?

Yes, Doctor, so am I.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. McGarrett?

Michonne.

I regret to say, an independent medical laboratory confirms the Foundation's

diagnosis.

The belief is that you have a tumor in the pineal gland, and that the prognosis

is terminal.

So I have decided to go back to the mainland for a complete physical

checkup. Possibly to the Leahy Clinic in Boston.

Well, I think that's a wise decision.

Another opinion can't hurt.

If I decide then not to return here, a letter from my attorney will abrogate my

contract with the Foundation.

Correct? Of course.

When did you plan on leaving?

Tomorrow at the latest.

Oh, that's a pity.

I was hoping that you could take a more in-depth look into cryogenics, which is

far more advanced here than anywhere else in the world.

But you did show me around and let me sample your magnificent cuisine.

Well, superficially.

Oh, Miss Shand.

I'm going to make an exception with you.

Oh? Our first experiment in resuscitation.

James Royce died of Hodgkin's disease six years ago.

He is in suspension in our chambers now.

A cure has not been found for the disease, but a palliative has.

And you're going to bring him back to life?

He'll be our first.

When? Tomorrow.

Of course, that would mean that you'd have to postpone your trip to the

mainland.

But you could stay here with us.

I'm sure that you would enjoy our facilities.

Dr. Kirk, I accept.

She didn't return to a hotel last night, and she didn't leave word where she was

going. The governor hasn't heard from her either.

There are no plane reservations in her name for Boston or anywhere else.

Then I have to assume she's still on the island.

What do you think, Steve? Should we try the Kirk Foundation?

No, I don't think so, Dano. Any inquiry would alert them if she is still there.

Williams 50.

Yes, hold on a minute.

Steve, she's there.

Miss Shen?

Yes, I see you've taken things into your own hands again, haven't you?

I really believe that you're in danger, grave danger.

I'm not supposed to say anything about this.

So you, please, don't let it out.

But this afternoon, someone who has been in suspension for six years...

is going to be brought back to life.

You mean they're actually going to thaw someone out?

And they're permitting you to watch?

Oh, God. I see.

Well, my suggestion to you, and I can't emphasize this too strongly, is to be

careful, very careful.

I don't want any more tragedies out there.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Kirk invited her to watch their first experiment in resuscitation.

Tanner, we've got to get you out there, undercover somehow, to see what they're

doing.

How do we do that?

Got one idea.

Lenny, get me the president of Oahu Power Company, please.

It's about time.

We've got an unexpected power outage in our science building.

Well, lead us to it. We've got a demonstration starting in less than 90

minutes, and we're operating on our backup system. If that should go.

We'll take care of it.

Hey, how long do you think it'll take?

Oh, less than an hour and a half. We've checked all the lines.

If you need anything, I'll be downstairs at the chamber. Thank you.

Temperature?

Temperature plus 45 and rising.

Yes, sir.

This process of normalizing temperature from minus 272 degrees has been going on

for more than 24 hours now.

52.

55.

60. 61.

We're on city power now, right?

Yes, doctor.

Sixty-nine.

Seventy.

Seventy-one.

Seventy-two.

Eighty.

Eighty-five.

Atmosphere normal, doctor.

Ninety-one.

92.

93.

94.

95.

96. 97.

98.

99. Hold the temperature.

Electrode's ready?

They're ready.

Number one.

Number two.

Come on, then.

Come on!

This is the most critical moment. The heart has to start pumping again.

Ordinary.

Positive, Doctor.

Heartbeat started.

Would you get him out, please?

Mr. Royce.

Mr. James Royce.

Where's my cigarette?

I thought you were trying to quit.

He said what?

Where's my cigarette?

First words out of his mouth.

He must have been smoking his last cigarette before he passed out.

What have you two been smoking?

Steve, if you'd been there, you'd have gotten a chill yourself.

A dead man, dead six years, coming back to life. You're out of your gourds.

Don't believe us? Ask the older people who watched.

It was a trick, fellas. A big magic show. Don't you understand that?

You didn't believe it, did you?

Steve, I'll tell you.

I watched the whole procedure with, pardon the expression, icy detachment.

And I tell you, it was uncanny.

McGarrett.

Yes, Dr. Char.

When was that?

Are you sure?

Absolutely certain.

And it's the university lab this time. Very well. Thank you. We're on our way.

Let's go. They've got something.

How are you doing today? Very well, thank you.

This will hurt for only a second.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Miss Chang won't let me give her the injection.

I'll tell you what, nurse. We'll add it to her supper tray, all right?

Yes, Doctor. Thank you.

Funny.

When I got his report on the phone, I compared it with the first report from

the independent lab, the Rex lab.

It's different.

Not different. The diagnosis was the same, but the degree wasn't.

Right. The count is lower.

You mean as if the patient was getting better?

Mm-mm. This is a glandular problem that doesn't get better.

Well, maybe it just looks like a glandular problem.

You have some technical knowledge in this field, Mr. McGarrett? Oh, no, no.

No, no. Just following hunch, Doc.

You'd be surprised how much of our work is intuition.

Now, you know a medical problem when you see one. We know an illegal scam.

Can you verify whether Miss Shan's problem is real or a phony?

It may take a little time. You've got it. We'll wait.

Miss Shan?

What is it, nurse?

Miss Shand is not in her apartment, doctor.

All right, carry on.

Miss Shand is not in her... Miss Shand is not in her apartment.

Yeah, alert the guards.

And have them monitor the gate. Right.

Steve, how would they get something introduced into her blood without her

knowing it?

I assume that when she took their physical exam, along with taking blood

samples from her, they injected something into her.

That is what happened, Doc.

All I want to take to get some answers.

I suggested some shortcuts.

He knows what to look for. Have some more coffee.

What a traumatic experience it must be.

Mr. Royce, going to sleep and waking up to find six years have passed.

That's right.

But it's absolutely fascinating to me. I'm a writer, a mystery writer, and what

you have gone through is the greatest mystery of all.

I can't talk about it.

I've been told there isn't supposed to be any publicity on this. The mystery of

life and death.

you can answer the question the world's greatest philosophers have speculated

about.

What was it like being dead, Mr. Royce?

Now, look, Miss or Mrs.

Shand, Millicent Shand.

Ah, the mystery writer, Henri Renaud.

I've read every one of your... I'll autograph them all for you, Mr. Royce.

Was it cold?

Well, yes, in a way.

Did you feel anything?

No.

No.

Just... What?

Just what?

The coldness. Of course.

Of space.

Like outer space.

Limbo.

Yeah.

Somewhere between heaven and earth and waiting

and not belonging.

Alone.

Nowhere any life.

Waiting.

Everything frozen.

Time frozen.

Thoughts frozen.

All life frozen.

How did you know?

It was just like that. Just exactly like that, Miss Shand.

I should know, Mr. Royce.

Henri Reynaud faced just such a situation with an amnesiac.

Ah, right.

I remember.

You got the Edgar Award for the Best Detective Story of the Year.

Yes.

It was his most successful case.

You should leave now, Miss Shand.

I'll see you later, Mr. Royce.

I should have taken up forensic medicine.

Uh, that is, if I could get the same kind of help you gave me. What's the

bottom line, Doc?

It's a phony.

She's not sick at all.

They put something in her blood that reacts the same way the glandular

infection would react.

So it's temporary, right?

Right. That's why there was a difference in degree from the other lab and ours.

She's out there now, Steve.

We've got to warn her. How can we get in touch? We can't. Not without tipping

Kirk. Uh, Doc, will you call my office, please? Tell Duke and Chin to meet us

out at the Foundation as soon as possible. Down. Let's go.

Give me five, all.

Dr. Kirk.

Where could she have gone?

What could she be doing?

I don't know. That stupid nurse was supposed to have kept an eye on her.

Frankly, Norman, I'm a little more than concerned.

Maybe I underestimated that little old Betty.

I thought for sure she was convinced when we injected the toxin during her

physical and showed up in her own lab tests. She was. Why else would she sign

up? Then why is she doing nosing around?

There's got to be a reason.

I'll tell you one thing. If we weren't staring at a million dollars a year in

book royalties, I'd say let her go.

Dr. Kirk.

Did you find her? No, she wasn't in the dining room, but she was in Mr. Royce's

room. Hold it. Hold it. What is it?

Elizabeth Hubbard file. It's gone.

We've got to find that busybody paperback writer now.

Get on it.

Nurse Owens here.

Dr. Kirk wants you immediately at the East Gate. Emergency.

Yes, ma'am.

There she is.

Thank you. Nishan, would you please come with us? Oh, no, I can't come with you.

Let me go. Take your hands off me.

I have things to do with my work.

Hold it.

You sedated her? Yes.

Get her in the suspension room before she comes to.

Let's go.

McGarrett 5-0.

Put her in 9C, please.

Yes, sir.

Freeze. You're under arrest. Get over there.

Miss Shand?

Miss Shand, are you all right?

No.

Oh, Steve.

Governor. Ah, Miss Shand. Mr.

McGarrett. You're looking well this morning.

Nothing like a sound sleep to refresh one.

Governor, case file on the Kirk Foundation.

Oh. Millicent just gave me her version of the adventure.

Yes.

And I must say, you did a superb job, Mr. McGarrett. Thank you.

For a cock.

Ari would have been very proud of you.

I'm afraid, however, he didn't measure up to his usual brilliance.

That non-existent heart condition of mine didn't work out too well.

Oh, don't run Henri down too much, Michonne. Don't forget that it was James

Royce's reference to your book, The Case of the Errant Memory, that proved he was

a fraud.

Yes, that's right.

When he quoted from that book I wrote two years ago, when he was supposed to

be dead and in suspension, that did him in.

I'll make that point clear in the case of the frozen assets.

Do you like that title, Sonny?

Millicent. It's about you, of course.

I'm sure you both will love being the heroes of a bestseller.

Governor, will you excuse me, sir?

Shan, I enjoyed working with you.

Oh, we'll do it again.

We must.

Sir?

I've been meaning to talk to you about this pet named Sonny.

You see, as governor of the state of Hawaii, the name Sonny, no matter how

affectionate somehow, is not in keeping with the dignity of the office.

Don't be childish, Sonny.

Thank you.