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A dozen armed guards, a quarter of a million dollars worth of security

equipment, and this is all we get to go on.

Detonator, timer, my own special brew.

A straw bombing device?

I've got a jar full of them. Well, we'd like you to use ours.

Put the package in the little door marked door.

That package is bugged!

Thank you.

Peace.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad's for losers, Jerry-san. You gotta think good. We're winners.

Well, you're late, winner.

I had to press my monkey suit. We have an inspection this morning for some big

brass. He's signed to love his job. Must be the uniform.

Are you clods ready or not?

What is that, nitro?

No, it's my own formula.

It's glycerol trinitrate.

Just as powerful, but a little bit more stable.

It's a gel.

You Jesuses finished playing with your toys yet?

One more little experiment, my turtle dolls.

How can we send a kid up to fight in a crate like that?

It isn't an experiment anymore.

It works.

What works?

What is this?

Are you actually going through with this?

I thought it was a challenge. One of your freaky mental games.

You know, boy geniuses?

The challenge is against the system. And it's the system that's freaky, Kathy,

not us.

We want what's ours.

Listen, I gotta get to work.

Let's get on it.

You seem rather nervous, Mr. Mohai.

There are $10 million worth of gemstones and some priceless historical pieces

over here.

My company is underwriting full insurance on them.

You'd be nervous, too.

Mr. Larkin has security, Chief.

How do you feel?

I'm perfectly satisfied.

Our electronic fence extends around this entire pavilion complex.

Armed guards at every door.

TV cameras give us ample warning of any breaking attempts.

Well, it isn't always a break-in, you know.

What do you do with a hit-and-run thief, Mr. Larkin?

Yeah, during crowded exhibit hours, let us say.

Nick.

Yes, sir.

Mr. McGarrett. Nick.

You're a hit-and-run thief.

Go for it.

and only my palm print on this panel turns off the alarm and

opens the doors.

Thanks, Nick.

Anything else?

Yes, we'll need HPD Radio Cars as backup.

Why? Why?

In case the impossible happens, Mr. Larkin.

In case a gang of professionals just manages to purloin these jewels and make

a getaway.

We'd also like a direct line from your alarm system to the nearest HPD

substation. That would put at least three police cars no farther than four

minutes away.

In five more minutes, every street leading to this pavilion could be

closed.

And a helicopter could be on its way.

Very well, gentlemen. Thank you.

Let's go, Kimo.

C'est fini.

Detonator, timer, my own special brew.

You mean that's it?

Not much nose, but extraordinary clarity for so young a vintage.

Where are you going to test it?

Here, on us.

My disposable gas mask.

I invented it in junior high. It holds five minutes worth of oxygen.

Hey, what about our masks?

But you don't get any. You're the guinea pigs.

Well, 4.30, half an hour to close.

I hate to disappoint my Garrett crew, but up to now, the system's worked

perfectly.

Up to now, yeah.

Look, I've got to go back to my station. I'll see you in the morning, huh? Hmm.

No problem with the smoke canister. Get on the fire extinguisher.

It's a marriage made in heaven.

Set for 5.05 exactly.

Okay, we'll start out at 5.03.40 exactly.

No wind factor makes it about a minute, 20 second trip.

What time is it?

It's 4.59.30.

Right on schedule.

You're all set? We haven't overlooked anything?

Bird is ready.

20 seconds and counting.

Okay, Nick. Seal the doors.

You want to take an early break?

Oh, no thanks.

Get on with it, guys.

Poison gas!

It's poison gas!

Come on!

30-foot runaway. Two norths.

Five, four, three, two, one.

A dozen armed guards, a quarter of a million dollars' worth of security

equipment, and this is all we get to go on, huh?

There isn't a piece big enough to lift a print from.

Duke, I want you to talk to every known fence.

HPD will give you as many men as you need. Right.

Kimo, you and Truk start on model airplane clubs, hobby shops, mail-order

houses, any place where they sell, trade, or service these adult toys.

Slick job, Steve.

And imaginative came up.

We'll see how they do from now on, huh?

Yes, Lana.

They're ready with the videotape, sir.

Thank you. Tell them I'm on my way.

Well, that's about it, Mr. McGarrett.

You want me to run it again?

No. Yes, sir.

TV cameras were all functioning, weren't they?

Yes, sir.

It's strange that none of the cameras actually picked up anyone going into

that smoke or coming out.

Everyone was searched, of course.

All the guards on duty were searched thoroughly.

Right down to the skin.

No jewels must have been put on that model plane.

Yeah, and whoever did it had to be wearing a gas mask.

Well, we didn't find any.

Anyway, it'd take too long to dispose of a bulky thing like that.

Unless, of course, it wasn't bulky.

And it was also put on that plane and sent out.

Well, it would take a Houdini to grab those gems, load them on the plane, hide

a gas mask, and make a clean getaway in a couple of minutes.

64 seconds.

To be exact.

That's what it took.

I'm going to requisition all these videotapes, if you don't mind.

You know, an electronic filter might be able to penetrate that smoke.

Show us something.

Well, our personnel files will be here first thing in the morning.

You won't find one man with a record.

Know the name Houdini, huh?

This lustrous bit of carbon will more than pay for our first computer.

If we were going to sell them.

Which we're not.

Dealing with a fence is not only unprofitable, it's very dangerous.

We're clean and we're going to stay clean.

There's no way the police or McGarrett or 5-0 can even look at us.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless McGarrett spots a missing minute and a half on those tapes he

requisitioned.

Well, we'll just tell him the machine malfunctioned.

What's good enough for Nixon is good enough for us.

Any way our plan works so far, we'll stick to it. We will return the jewels

at once.

To the insurance company.

For a slight fee for shipping and handling.

A slight half a million.

Not enough.

Something on the news.

One of the officers who was answering the burglary call got into a terrible

car accident.

Well, Kathy, an accident is an accident.

You know, the streets just aren't safe anymore.

That's a good point.

Neil, he may die.

Did we use guns?

Did any one of us touch a cop?

No.

So I'm sorry, but I'm not buying any guilt today.

Does he have a family?

Yes, he has a family.

Do you want to make a joke about that, too?

Does he have a family?

Here, give it to Mrs. Kopp.

Why don't you take a few more for all the other little cops? Maybe it'll make

you feel better. Hey, knock it off, all right?

You know how I feel about people getting hurt.

Both of you promised nothing would happen.

Sounds as if Jerry would like to back out.

I don't know what I want to do.

Kathy's right. That stuff doesn't look worth a man's life.

Well, you go have a good cry with Kathy.

But when you come back, get your little air force ready to fly.

Because if anything goes wrong, Nick and I will give you a little acid bath.

Okay?

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning, Mr. Mohai. I think you know Kimo Kuro.

Thank you for coming. Won't you sit down?

Your message had an or else ring to it.

Have you got a lead?

No. Have you? No.

But the minute I hear anything, even a crank call, you'll be the first to hear.

But frankly, my head office has informed me to pay any reasonable sum for the

safe return of the jewels.

What's a reasonable sum on a claim of that size?

Sorry, that's confidential.

Mr. Mohai, I'm sure you're aware that over 80% of the cases like this are

cracked when the drop takes place.

So...

Please, don't keep us in the dark.

You know what this is?

A straw-bombing device.

I've got a drawer full of them.

Well, we'd like you to use ours.

And we'd like it inside the money packet.

Sure.

If there is a drop.

Gentlemen.

What do you think, Steve?

Just what you're thinking.

He's lying.

He's already made contact with the thieves, and he's planning to make a

deal with them.

What's the program?

Stay with them all the way.

I want a helicopter on standby, and I want to be there when he makes the drop.

Hey, that was quick work, Nemo.

There he is.

Where'd you pick him up?

The bank. He withdrew $300,000.

He's got a net package with him.

Looks like he's ready to make the drop, huh?

Look, truck is in the copter behind those hills.

If Mohe makes a drop and that homing device is where he promised, we're

ready.

Stay right where you are, Mr. Moai.

This plane is loaded with explosive gel.

Bang, bang.

If you do everything by the numbers, nothing bad will happen.

I brought the money in good faith.

Speak up, Mr. Moai.

I brought the money.

That's very intelligent of you.

Now, open the package.

Blast the thing and untie.

Yes, I can see that.

There's also a miniature television camera on board as well.

Don't blow his mind anymore, Neil. You'll give him a coronary.

Now raise it above your head.

Tilt it towards the plane so I can see the bills.

Looks like the real thing.

Excellent.

Now tie it back up. We wouldn't want any of those beautiful banknotes to blow

away.

Where are the jewels?

If you look underneath the plane, you'll see two jars.

One has the gems, and the other is full of explosive gel.

But first, put the package in the plane.

Put it in the little door marked door.

Then carefully remove the right jar.

Remember now, by the numbers, or there will be a very...

What's that sound?

Hold it, Mojai.

It's a directional signal.

That package is bugged.

Okay, okay, I'll figure it out.

Something's gone wrong, Kimo.

Tell Truck to move in with the chopper. Right away, Stu.

No jewels, no explosives, nothing.

This isn't the same model plane.

They switched them on us.

There are four registered model airplane clubs with a membership of over 300,

Steve. Okay, I want every club's sandpaper.

All right, the computer's a hummer.

Duke, anything from the street?

Nobody knows nothing.

Truck? There's 609 mail-order places that sell radio-controlled model kits,

but the one we got was a handmade special.

I'm still checking on the motor. Okay.

What else, gentlemen?

Got the lab report, Steve.

Both the smoke bomb and the explosive compound were special formulas, and they

were made by a chemist who was almost a genius.

The TV tape could have been edited.

Edited? But if it was edited... It would have taken an electronic expert to make

it come out as good as it did.

The same expert who made those miniature communications.

Special lightweight gear not sold commercially?

Maybe we're looking for the wrong kind of guy.

What if they're not professional thieves, but professional scientists?

Without records.

Why don't we start looking?

Where would we find a chemist, an aeronautical engineer, and...

An electronic genius, all in the same place.

A space lab?

Maybe an aircraft factory?

How about a university?

Wait a minute.

A model shop owner said there used to be a radio control plane club at the

university. It broke up a couple of years ago.

Steve, some of those security guards were college graduates.

OK, now we've got a lead to follow.

Kimo, you and Truck get up to the university. Juke?

Get them a computer printout of the security personnel.

I want all the names with the college background.

Gentlemen, maybe, just maybe, the only mistake this gang made was being too

damn smart.

Hmm?

Hey, Jerry, you should have seen that guy Mohai chasing your airplane down the

runway. I thought it was gonna fall on him, wipe out your whole Air Force.

You know Kathy's leaving, don't you?

I got the number of a fence.

Well, not Stanley and his hot stereos. No, but Stanley recommended him. Says

he's big time.

Somebody by the name of, uh, Yamura.

Wait a minute.

What happened to all that we're clean and we're gonna stay clean snow job?

Face it, Jerry, son.

We can't deal with the insurance company anymore.

We gotta play the game.

The game, Nick, son, was to start our own business.

Science for sale.

That's all we're gonna use the money for.

Now we're going heavy.

What are you worried about?

McGarrett has seen my face. He's gonna keep playing those tapes until he

figures out I pulled the Watergate.

Now, if I didn't stay with that stupid job, you can stick it out with me.

We'll use the what?

Nick, leave him alone.

We don't need his toys anymore.

We'll get the cool million from Yamura and split it two ways.

Can I help you?

Yes, certainly. Hope so.

You want to join a club or bust one?

We understand the university had a model flying club a couple years ago.

It was very popular among the engineering students for a while.

Do you happen to have a membership list?

What for?

Now, you're not going to make me get a warrant, are you?

No, of course not.

I'd be glad to make a copy and send it to your office.

Isn't that a copy machine there?

You don't mind waiting?

Not at all.

Well, there's no match up on the names.

Hey, one of these flyboys has the same address as that security guard, Nick

Zanno. His name is Otami, Jerry Otami.

But these lists are two years old. Who knows where anybody's living now?

The police were at my office.

What did they want?

The Mono Playing Club membership.

I was never a member.

Yeah, but Jerry's name is on it. They'll connect it to you, Nick. You guys are

roommates together.

Mr. Yamura, please.

He doesn't know me, but Stanley told me to call.

Right.

I've got a deal for you.

Ten million bucks worth of deal.

Look, kid, I have no time for games.

I'm talking about the royal gems heist.

Queen Lily Okalani.

See, I've got the stones.

In fact, one of the sapphires weighs 32 carats.

I know because I weighed every one of them.

What do you want, kid?

One million in nicely laundered bills.

What are you smoking?

To me, you understand, the whole lot, if you had them, wouldn't be worth 200

grand.

200?

Okay, then it has to be today.

When can I see the merchandise?

I'll meet you at Crown Point at 4 o'clock.

with the whole collection.

Okay, kid.

And my name is Neil.

Sure. Sure, Neil.

He just might have them. Have what?

The royal jewels that were hit yesterday.

Just a kid.

I never even heard of him.

An amateur?

How much does he want?

200 grand.

200 grand?

That's nothing for those stones.

And nothing's closer to what he'll get.

I'll either take him away or blow him away.

Jerry Otami?

What do you want with me?

We're police officers, Hawaii Five-O.

May we come in?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, that's the last of my Air Force.

Who are your partners?

Oh, I couldn't tell you that.

Where are your partners?

Jerry, we know you have partners.

Okay, Kimo, I guess we'll have to instruct the gentleman about where he

stands, huh?

If the policeman dies, it's manslaughter and the commission of a crime.

Oh, no, no.

If the policeman dies, it's murder.

We didn't mean for that officer to get hurt.

No, of course not. No one ever means it, do they?

Where are the jewels?

I don't have them.

Try again.

I don't know. Maybe Neil fenced them already.

A guy named Yamura.

Hank Yamura?

He'll rip you to shreds.

Now, where is your friend Neil now?

Jerry, let me explain something.

Neil is in grave danger if he's trying to deal with Yamura. And by danger, I

mean his life.

You understand that?

I'll show you.

Kimo, take those things. Let's go.

Be careful with that. It's high explosives.

Let's go.

Anybody home?

Have I come to the wrong address?

Konichiwa, Mr. Yamura.

Janet, you got the stuff?

I think the question is, did you bring the money?

I'm wasting my time.

Mr. Yamora.

Maybe you did rip the exhibit, huh?

I guess we're going to have to do business together after all, eh?

Now, where is it?

My partner has them.

But if I don't call him within an hour and tell him everything's peachy, you'll

never see another one of them.

Who you gonna call him at, kid, huh?

The name is Neil.

Hi, Kath. Guess who's coming to dinner?

We're from Five-O, Kathy.

Yes, I know.

Jerry said that Neil and Nick are meeting with Yumura. Is that right?

I don't have to tell you anything.

Kathy, please listen to them.

Yumura's ruthless.

Once he gets his hands on those jewels, both those boys are dead.

I love Neil.

You don't know what you're asking me to do.

Yeah, we're asking you to save his life.

He said he was meeting that man up at Crown Point.

It's about five miles up the road.

You better be telling it straight.

We're telling it straight. Thank you, Kathy. Yeah, sure.

Mr. Yamura.

Where's the kid?

Oh, he's taking a little nap.

Ten million in a plastic jar.

You punks are all class.

What do you want to do with them?

I think they need a bath.

You know, in the ocean.

Far out.

Hey, you.

Come on up here. You've had your little nap.

Move it, kid.

Neil.

your weapons and surrender listen 50 i've got two bright boys here they think

you should back off and let us go no deals you're more just give up you've

got one minute to back off or send one of these kids rolling down the hill you

understand me i said no deals you're more you kill your hostages and you

belong to us that'd be dumb we're coming out let you shoot them

Blew the tires on the van. There's not a radio squad car within miles of here.

OK, Kemo.

Get the trunk open.

How long would it take you to assemble a plane of yours?

No time at all.

And rig the explosive?

About 10 seconds.

OK, do it.

I got to get them now before they get out of sight. Do it. Do it.

We got him! All right!

Cabooey!

Truck,

come in.

Yes, Steve.

You anywhere near that car we just zapped?

I'm coming up on it right now, Steve.

What a blast!

Call for an ambulance and pick up the jewels.

That takes care of the bad guys.

Yeah, some of them.

What happens now, Mr. McGarrett?

What do you think happens?

You go to prison and you serve your time. You come out and your lives and

your reputations are ruined.

You're felons.

Indelibly marked.

I suppose you geniuses consider this some sort of sophomore experiment, huh?

That you're sorry for and you can walk away from, huh?

Well, it doesn't work that way.

A police officer's life hangs in the balance.

Now, fortunately for you, he'll probably recover.

But look at the physical pain and the mental anguish that you've caused, plus

the destruction of museum property and your own reputations.

What a waste.

God, what a waste.

You're under arrest.

Book them, Kimo.