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I'm going to pull my men out now.

You can't do that. Oh, I can't, huh?

Either Sherman is lying or you're covering for him. Either way, I don't

like it.

We were approaching that luggage shop when the explosion took place. Who knew

you were going there?

John Ensler knew.

You say Mr. Hakima sent you here, Mr. Williams?

No, no, I'm just a customer of his.

Duke! The attaché case! Get it!

Kill him!

I love you.

Yes. Walter Sherman.

Mr. Soames is expecting me.

Yes. Come in.

Ah, Sherman.

All right, Jimmy.

I expected you last night. I got in late.

Still working on that Chinese puzzle?

Still inscrutable.

It's an ancient Manchu dialect with a random numerical sequence.

Not the easiest code to decipher.

This is only part of what we picked up.

I suppose the rest of the documents will be in later this week.

You think this is going to be any easier?

If you're asking me, then you're asking me something you don't need to know.

If you're telling me, then you know something you shouldn't.

Which is it?

Just curious.

But if it is Russell... Sherman, you're familiar with operational procedure.

The less anyone knows of someone else's job, the less chance for any kind of

defection, innocent or otherwise.

Yes, of course.

That's a relief.

What's the matter, Sherman?

Are you all right?

Just a touch of jet lag, I guess.

Want a drink?

Maybe a little fresh air. I'll step outside for a moment.

Mr. Soames!

Oh, my God.

Stop him!

What happened?

He blew out half the house. Mr. Soames with it.

He was not involved.

What do you mean, not involved, Governor?

According to Mr. Angelo, who just flew in from Washington.

He's director of the State Department's Bureau of Intelligence.

The courier is already booked for murder one. He delivered the bomb. The D.A. is

preparing an indictment.

Walter Sherman worked with me for the State Department for the last seven

years.

He's above suspicion.

How do you figure he's above suspicion?

Just take my word for it.

Now, we do have a problem, a big one.

We can't testify for him. If we do, we expose an intelligence operation.

That's vital to our country.

There are a lot of things about this that I don't understand either, Steve,

but Mr. Angelo needs someone to prove Sherman innocent without State

Department help.

Boy, that's great. I get all the good ones.

The attache case was locked and chained to his wrist under supervision prior to

takeoff at Singapore.

The question is, how did the bomb get in the case?

What did Sherman say?

He doesn't know.

Now, he couldn't have unlocked it or removed it from his wrist.

Soames is the only one who had combinations.

Is that all you can tell me? I can tell you that Walter Sherman is innocent, and

we need your help to prove it.

You mean somebody booby-trapped the briefcase without Sherman knowing it?

That's his story?

That's it. And that's what we're supposed to prove, huh?

That's our assignment.

Duke, you work with plastic explosives in the Navy.

How long would it take to rig that case?

At least a couple of hours. It's very sensitive.

Well, could it be done while it was still chained to Sherman's wrist?

Impossible, unless he was sedated, but not knowing about it.

Uh, he landed here Monday afternoon, but he didn't go to Soames' place until

Tuesday at 10 a.m. That's about 18 hours.

I want to know what he did during those 18 hours.

Check with you later.

Just finishing up the report.

Take a look.

Wish I knew.

Wish you knew what, Doc?

What that improvised detonator was made of.

Expert craftsman, though.

Is this all that's left of the attache case?

That's all.

What about the paper, documents?

Not a flake. The only thing inside was a plastic bomb set to go off when bolt

locks were open.

And this lock?

It was torn off his rivets.

Sailed like a bullet across the room.

Was it open?

Yes.

If the case wasn't off his wrist, Sherman would have been blown apart like

Soames.

Uh, what do you make of this, Doc?

Looks like some kind of identification.

Letters, stamped.

HKA.

Could be some sort of luggage shop's identification, couldn't it?

Maybe. I wouldn't want the job of tracking it down.

Hey, Doc, thank you.

All right, officer, I'll take it. Thank you.

What do you want?

Oh.

A little happiness, a little kindness, a little love.

What do you want?

My freedom.

Okay.

Then let's work on it.

John Anzlo asked me to take another look at the evidence against you.

Oh, that's nice of him.

He's genuinely concerned about you.

He's concerned about the State Department, not me.

Mr. McGarrett, whatever you want, I signed a statement. The D.A. has it.

I saw it.

Okay.

The flight came in on.

Was there anybody you recognized?

No.

Who sat next to you on the plane?

A woman.

Friendly woman?

Sure, friendly, but I can't even remember the few words we exchanged.

Did you doze off?

Take a nap?

No, I can't sleep on a plane.

Drink any booze? Wine?

No, no. Mr. McGarrett, why don't you check my affidavit?

Nobody had a chance at the attache case.

Nobody even got close to it, and it never left my wrist.

Very well. You arrived in Honolulu at 5.50 Monday afternoon, right?

That's correct.

But you didn't call on Martin Soames, your contact, until 10 o'clock Tuesday

morning.

Why the delay?

I was late. By the time I checked into the hotel and got cleaned up, it was

after 7 o'clock.

Then what did you do?

I went to a small cafe down the street from the hotel, alone.

I walked back to the hotel.

I went to my room, locked myself in, and went to sleep early, alone.

Tuesday morning, I called room service for my breakfast. After breakfast, I

called Soames and took a cab to his house.

Where was the attache case when you went to the cafe?

I took it with me. It was locked to my wrist.

And they were the only phone calls that you made?

I don't know anyone else in Honolulu.

Very well.

In some study, you put the briefcase down on the desk.

He removed it from your wrist, opened one of the two digital locks, and you

walked out of the room immediately.

I had a spell of dizziness, a touch of something. I was nauseous, maybe due to

the jet lag.

You went outside.

And when the explosion came, you ran away.

I had no knowledge of the source of the explosion.

I mean, I thought it could have come from the street, so I ran out there to

take a look.

The State Department explained why they can't testify for you, but you're

leaving me very little room, Mr. Sherman. You realize that?

I'll bet State didn't tell you everything.

What do you mean by that?

Well, why don't you go ask them?

Okay.

Sherman says you're holding out on me.

Is that true?

Why would I do that? I don't know.

Are you? No.

Take a look at that.

What is it?

H-K-A.

It could be a retail shop trademark.

But not any shop in Singapore, I checked.

No luggage stores in that city fits those letters.

But there is one here.

H-A-K-I-M-A-S.

Hakima's. Leather Emporium.

1270 West Ali'i Street.

Honolulu.

You're suggesting that the case that blew up came from here, from Honolulu?

Perhaps. But wouldn't a substitution, a switch, have required Sherman's

knowledge and consent?

Excuse me.

McGarrett. Yes, Duke. We're in Sherman's hotel room. We checked him from the

airport. The cabbie remembered the attache case chained to his wrist.

Yes, Duke. Go on.

Well, he checked in at 6.40 PM.

Then he came to his room and washed up. The maid says she changed the towel.

Then he left his room key downstairs at the front desk about 8 o'clock.

The desk clerk remembered the attache case.

What time did he pick up his key?

He didn't. Not Monday night.

Oh.

He didn't get back to his room Monday night?

Hold on, please.

Steve, I've got the cleaning lady here.

She says the bed was never slept in at all.

His bed wasn't slept in Monday night?

In the cafe where he said he had dinner?

The cashier doesn't remember anybody with a briefcase chained to his wrist.

There's a luggage shop called Hakima's at 1270 West Ali'i Street.

I'll meet you and Duke there in about an hour.

Right.

It seems your friend Sherman lied.

It's stupid to lie.

One thing Sherman is not is stupid.

How about desperate?

No way.

That's all you have to say?

Now, look, I've gone along with this far enough.

I'm gonna pull my men out now!

You can't do that.

Oh, I can't, huh? Either Sherman is lying or you're covering for him. Either

way, I don't like it.

All right, McGarrett.

I'll tell you this on a need-or-no basis.

Sherman is more than a diplomatic courier. Oh, at last, a little honesty.

Tell me something I don't know.

He's an electronics expert.

He poses as a courier and visits our embassies around the world.

Now, one of his duties is to check intelligence bugs, foreign intelligence

bugs, and if he finds one on a phone, he installs a device that makes it into a

two-way transmitter.

You mean it picks up and records information from the bugging source?

Is that what he was carrying?

Right. Now you understand, if he goes to trial and we have to expose what he's

doing, it's going to blow his cover. Yeah, but another country already has

the documents he was carrying in the attache case. Why the secrecy now that

they already have the evidence?

They still don't know how it's being obtained.

Oh, I see.

I see. Is that it? Is that all?

That's it.

That's all.

Garrett, stick with it.

It's vitally important.

Strenslow, why is it that I get the impression that you're holding out on

me?

That's the place.

Look at this place.

Someone over here.

Hey, Sergeant.

He's dead.

Duke, check outside.

All right, everybody back.

Please back up. Watch out for the broken glass.

Please. Back up, please.

Steve? Yeah, Dono. Look what I found.

A little old bomb maker.

Maybe he got hoist by his own petard.

Yeah.

Look at this.

Now I can tell the crime lab what the detonator was made of.

This look familiar?

HKA. Hockeyman's, huh?

That same stamp was on a fragment of the attaché case that Sherman delivered to

Soames. This could be where Sherman spent Monday night, getting the case

exchanged. Yeah, since they couldn't get it off his wrist, they had to cut it

open. But the two digital locks had to be the same ones when he delivered the

case to Soames.

The dead man out there could have transferred the hardware from Sherman's

case to one of these with his own personal trademark.

Equipped with a plastic bomb set to go off when the case opens?

Yeah.

At least we're making a little progress.

Are we, Dano?

If that dead man was the lead to them, they're still way ahead of us. Steve,

HPD is here.

Thanks, Duke.

Excuse us, please.

Dano?

I could have been looking at the wrong end of this.

Hakeem may just be a middleman.

It'd be interesting to know where he got those briefcases.

I saw some invoices on a spindle in the back room. Why don't you check them out?

If you get any leads, use a cover. This gang is lethal.

I have a date tonight, Steve, for a concert.

If I come up with anything, I'll call you. Okay, have a good time.

Duke, come on.

You say Mr. Hakima sent you here, Mr. Williams?

No, no, I'm just a customer of his.

I'm afraid a terrible thing is happening, Ms. Kahawana.

What? Less than an hour ago, there was an explosion at his store.

He was killed.

Killed?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Mr. Williams, will you come with me to my office, please?

Thank you.

Please.

Thank you.

Hakeem Ayers was a customer of ours, Mr. Williams.

How did this happen, the explosion?

Well, I don't know.

The police were still there when I left.

And you said you're a customer of the shop?

Mr. Hakeem was making a special briefcase for me with two locks.

He was adapting one of your import cases, and I thought since I do need the

case very badly, perhaps you could help me.

You could fill the order.

Perhaps we can, Mr. Williams.

We don't have a complete repair facility here, but sometimes merchandise is

damaged in shipment, and we make minor repairs.

Excuse me, Mr. Williams.

Fingerprint.

Sir Lane, will you serve tea, please?

Yes, Miss Garhorn.

For Major Working Leather, Mr. Williams, we depended on Hakima.

He was an expert craftsman.

What in particular was he doing? Voice draft.

Well, I have to send confidential reports to my home office in Delaware.

He was converting a single-lock attaché case, yours, to a double-combination

lock. It was due to be ready today.

Peter, computer.

Let me see the X-ray.

Interesting. He's wearing a gun and badge. He's indeed a police officer.

Give this to Sulayne.

I know it's just a wild chance on my part.

I mean, I'm sure it's an imposition, me not being your customer and all.

Thank you, Sulayne.

Will you serve the tea, please?

Mr. Williams, it's a specially prepared brew. A highly aromatic, violent blend.

Well, I'm a pigeon for exotic things.

Excellent.

Please tell Rogerson I want this program started immediately.

How is he?

Still sedated.

We have only 12 hours.

The injection.

Mr. Williams.

Mr. Williams.

You can see me clearly now, Mr. Williams.

What is this?

Mr. Williams, it will go so much easier if you would only relax.

Who am I, Mr. Williams?

You're more like a woman.

X.

You don't know who I am, Mr. Williams.

Who am I?

You're Marla.

You've never seen me before, Mr. Williams.

Who am I?

You're Marla.

It's going to be a long night, Mr. Williams.

And you have a lot of unlearning to do before the learning starts.

The DMT, Sulane.

The visuals.

I know you're up to your neck with the Sherman case, Steve, but this security

operation is short and quick and high priority.

I still don't trust him.

I don't mind telling you, Governor, that if John Enslow did not have impeccable

credentials, I'd have a few hundred questions for him.

What makes you say that?

We were approaching that luggage shop when the explosion took place. It killed

Hakeem, the owner.

But what if it was intended for us?

How? Who knew you were going there?

John Enslow knew.

Impossible.

If you think that, you could just as well think the Secretary of State or the

President. It's just that incredible.

Very well, I won't think it if that makes you happy.

Don't be impertinent, Steve.

I'm sorry, sir.

He was just as shocked as you about the bombing yesterday.

What about this security detail?

Tomorrow at 12.40, there's a flight coming in from Hong Kong.

Someone changing planes.

I want you to make sure there are no slip-ups.

John Enslow in on it?

Yes.

And you'll have to coordinate with him.

Very well, sir. May I use your phone?

Incidentally, uh, Enslow made arrangements for a psychiatrist to visit

Sherman. He suggested you join them in the, uh, jail visiting room. Excuse me,

sir. Uh, Lonnie, is Duke there, please?

A psychiatrist?

Chief of psychiatry, doctor's hospital.

I see.

Duke, uh, have you heard from Dono?

Very well.

Get hold of him. I'd like both of you to meet me in the office first thing in the

morning. Yes, good night.

Look straight, Mr. Williams.

Where are you, Mr. Williams?

Where are you now, Mr. Williams?

Asleep.

That's right.

You are asleep now.

In your own bed at home.

Who am I, Mr. Williams?

A friend.

Yes.

Who is Marla Kahuana?

I don't know.

And I'm a friend?

Yes. A lovely friend.

You spent the night with me.

Where did we have dinner?

At Pete's place.

What did we have for dinner?

Duck.

Mandarin duck.

And after?

Where did we go?

We went to the concert.

What was the program at the concert?

You must remember, Mr. Williams.

I'm trying.

I'm trying to remember.

Good morning.

Mr. McGarrett?

I'm Dr.

Angela McBride. You do, Doctor.

We're almost ready to start.

I've been briefed by Mr. Enslow of the State Department, and Mr. Sherman knows

what we're trying to do. What is that, Doctor? We're trying to discover why

there are discrepancies between his story and the, uh, facts as we know

them. Discover it with psychiatry?

Well, we know there's a time interlude that we can't account for.

Now, perhaps that was drug-induced. I see.

We went to the concert.

It was Horowitz.

Playing Chopin and Schubert.

Chopin etudes.

Yes, etudes.

And then, after intermission, Schubert.

What Schubert?

Schubert's impromptus.

Yeah.

Very good, Mr. Williams.

Then where do we go?

We went to a supper club.

Raymond's. For dancing, Mr. Williams.

Then?

We went for a drive.

Along the coast.

Okay, very well. We've established that no one here in the islands knew the

combination of the digital locks.

Except so. Of course.

Yet we know the attaché case that you delivered was a substitute. That it was

exchanged while on your wrist.

In a luggage repair shop. I understand. That's what you believe.

But it didn't happen to me.

I don't know how it could have happened to me.

I can't. I can't.

Of course you can, Mr. Williams.

It is not a question of treason.

It is.

I can't.

Yes.

I understand.

You cannot resist, Mr. Williams.

Yes, I understand.

When the other courier comes to Honolulu, the one with the attache case,

the same as Walter Sherman's, you want to know what his plans are, whether he's

going to stay here or go to Washington.

That's right, Mr. Williams.

And when you find out?

I will let you know.

Immediately. Immediately.

You have no recollection of visiting a luggage shop? No.

Of leaving your hotel room? No.

Only to go to the cafe for dinner.

And nowhere else?

No.

Could someone have called you at the hotel?

A woman, perhaps.

And you'd have wanted to admit an assignation?

No, no. I told you I didn't know anyone on the island.

But you do now.

Obviously. Much to my regret.

I will forget what happened last night.

I will remember only what I'm told to remember.

Who am I? I don't know.

What happened to you last night?

That's personal.

It's part of my personal life.

But I can tell you, it was a ball.

When you left the hotel that morning for Soames Place, did you stop anywhere?

No, I didn't.

And you took a cab?

That's correct.

Did you talk with the cab driver?

I gave him directions.

Small talk.

Something bothering you?

No.

Nothing.

Mr. Sherman, may I check your eyes?

Of course.

What are you doing?

Why'd you shine that thing in my eye?

The light bothers you.

Stop, stop, stop!

X, X, X!

Fixed.

Got to have it fixed.

Why?

Why do you have to have it fixed?

I have to have it fixed.

Where are you taking it, Mr. Sherman?

To the luggage shop.

Which luggage shop?

Hakima's.

She's going to fix it.

Please tell him to let me buy.

I must have the case fixed.

Here's the revolver, please.

Mr. Williams.

When the light is flashed, what will you do?

I will do whatever you tell me to do.

You will feel refreshed and alert.

How do you feel?

Fine.

Stand up, please.

You have all your instructions, Mr. Williams.

And here is your revolver.

That young lady there is a complete stranger.

She has done you no harm, isn't that true?

Yes, that's true.

I want you to shoot her.

There was nothing in his attitude, his responses, that could have suggested

programming until he picked up the doctor's briefcase.

Not until she flashed the light in his eye. That triggered him.

I never heard of that kind of programming in so short a time.

Well, Dr.

McBride suggested a combination of drugs and conditioning the air of the brain's

corpus callosum.

All kinds of new techniques.

Fantastic scientific breakthroughs. Is the doctor working with Sherman now?

Yes, in the prison hospital.

They have some techniques for decontamination, she called it.

What about the luggage shop?

Well, one of my men was on a lead yesterday. He had nothing to report. Mr.

Henslow, see, I have a security job at the airport coming up.

I understand it's your setup.

I hope we're still not playing games with each other.

It never was a game.

Sherman brought some of the documents.

This new courier, Russell, will bring the rest.

I'll be waiting at the airport for him aboard an Air Force plane. I'll take

them back to Washington with me.

When is this plane due in?

12.40.

We have taken the greatest security precautions on this flight.

By 1 o'clock, the Itachi case...

This chain to his wrist will be on mine, and I'll be airborne.

Your job will be done. I'll be at the airport with you.

It really won't be necessary.

Nevertheless, I'll be there just the same.

Done or not in yet, Duke? Not yet, Steve.

Thank you.

Bunny, meet Captain Santos at HPD, please.

Have you tried down his apartment?

No answer. He had a date last night.

Well,

maybe he's on his way to work.

Hey, Garrett.

Oh, yes.

Yes, Captain.

Oh, good morning.

Yes, just checking the airport security detail with you. I understand you're

assigned to it.

Yes, it's flight 820, gate 11 at 12.40 p.m.

Yeah.

Probably a congressman spending the taxpayers' money on some junket

gathering information on how to reduce the budget.

Yeah.

Right. We'll cover the plane and the terminal gate.

Very well. We'll see you there.

Well, good morning.

Yes, it is.

Sorry I'm late. Good concert? Lots of encores, I guess?

Yeah.

First we went to Pete's place for dinner and the concert, then Raymond's Supper

Club for dancing and a long drive up the Wyanai Coast to watch the sun come up.

Oh, how nice.

Nothing on that import company, huh?

Uh, it's a commercial operation, Steve.

Perfectly legitimate.

Very well. Okay, you heard me with Captain Santos.

The VIP is not a congressman.

He's a State Department courier arriving on a flight from Hong Kong.

Now, Dono, you'll meet at the plane here, which arrives at Gate 11, then

bring him down this utility staircase and take him to Enslow's Air Force plane

here.

I'll be there with Enslow.

Just a transfer from one plane to another.

Duke, you coordinate the security with HPD around the area and cover Dano.

I've got a few details to finish here. I'll see you out there.

Lonnie, get me the governor, please.

Let's take separate cars, Duke. I've got some things to check after this airport

deal. I bet you do.

Lani? Yes, sir? Give me airport security office, please.

Security office, Lieutenant Saunders.

Uh, Lieutenant Captain Santos of HPD and his men will be arriving shortly.

Looks like flight 820 will be a little early, so please have your men meet us

at gate 11.

Will do. Thank you.

This is Dan Williams.

The courier is due to arrive on flight 820 at 1240.

Security?

HPD and Hawaii 5-0.

Using the jetway utility staircase to escort the courier from gate 11 to an

Air Force plane.

All right, Mr. Williams.

But instead of bringing the courier down the stairs, you'll take him through the

jetway. I understand.

I'll see you at the airport.

Flight 820.

You must be ready to take care of the courier in the terminal.

We have less than 30 seconds to do it in any questions No, we look after it good

Flight 820 now arriving at gate 7.

Flight 820 now arriving at gate 7.

Got it.

Looks like everything's on schedule.

Yeah, so far.

Flight 820 now unloading at gate 11.

Flight 820 now unloading at gate 11.

Williams, 5-0.

I know. I've already been notified, Mr. Williams.

Wait a minute. I thought we were going to use the utility stairs to go down.

No, there's been a change of plans. Security.

Aloha! Come!

Duke! The attaché case! Get it!

I want you to take out your gun and shoot that man.

Dano?

What's the matter?

Dano, it's me.

It's Steve.

Give me the gun. Kill him now!

Dano! Dano! Kill him!

Give me the gun.

Kill him!

Shoot!

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

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Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

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Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill

I was going to kill you. No, you weren't. You weren't going to do

anything.

Are you all right?

Who?

One thing, Steve.

Yeah? How did that woman get to Walter Sherman and his attache case in the

first place?

Oh, I think on the plane coming in, she sat next to him, arranged to meet him

that evening.

And he didn't remember?

Of course not.

She probably drugged him at dinner, and in the indoctrination process that

night, it was all erased from his memory, just as she did so successfully

with Dana.

Steve. Here.

Here it is, the final report.

And now, thanks to Dr. McBride, I remember everything.

You do, Dana.

Everything?

That's a pity.

What do you mean?

The dinner, the concert, the trip up the coast in the car.

Yeah.

It never happened.

You mean, I struck out?

Yeah, that's what I mean.