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I'm still not sure
I heard you right.

I wouldn't have called you

unless I thought
it was important.

What have three dead
cows got to do with Five-O?

Well, the Army allows
some local farmers

to graze their stock on
this isolated reservation.

One of the farmers is
claiming that three of his cows

were killed by some kind
of biological experiment.

I think you ought
to see those cows.

Yeah.

Glad you're here, sir.

He's pretty upset.

Easy, easy.

Where are the cows?

Wow.

Chicken skin.

You ever seen
anything like that?

No smell.

No flies.

It's hard as a rock.

As if it's petrified.

- I - was raised on a farm,

but I never saw
anything like this before.

What is he talking about?

Says the Army did it
with their experiments.

What experiments?

He says two years
ago, right here,

Martin Tung's sheep
herd was wiped out

by some kind of nerve gas.

The Army paid him for it.

Swore they would never
allow it to happen again.

Look.

Look, even the
bugs are detouring.

You tell him that
the state of Hawaii

will pay for his cows,

but no further discussion

till we find out
what's going on.

Kono, seal off and
quarantine this area.

Then get a, uh,
refrigerated truck out here.

Have the lab boys go over it.

Make sure it's sterile,
germproof and airtight.

Then call the county morgue.

Tell Doc to stand by.

Right, Steve.

Well, Doc. What do you say?

Well...?

Let's go outside.

Mr. McGarrett, Mr. Williams,

this is Dr. Hewitt.

Finest veterinarian
on the islands.

Doctor.

And this is Dr. Funakoshi

of the Communicable
Diseases Center.

Doctor.

We've been working
on this together.

Where are the animals?

We have them in an isolation
chamber in the basement.

What have we got, Doc?

Well, we've done just about
every preliminary test possible.

It isn't anthrax.

It isn't brucellosis.

Not Q fever,

Rift Valley fever,
glanders, none of those.

Look, gentlemen, I'm not
interested in what it isn't.

I'm interested in what it is.

We don't know what it is, Steve.

Well, you must have some idea.

Mr. McGarrett,

whatever it was that
killed those cows,

it's a bacteria that's
completely unknown to us.

What about nerve gas?

We considered it.

As you'll probably
recall, nerve gas leakage

at the Dugway testing
grounds in Utah in 1968

killed some 6,000 sheep.

Now, all those animals showed
lowered cholinesterase levels.

Our cow has shown no such signs.

Look, Doc... level with me.

What are we dealing with?

If I gave you a straight
answer to that, Steve,

you'd probably wrap
me up in a straightjacket

and put me away.

Try me.

Mr. Steve McGarrett? Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Valent
from Colonel Sindell's office.

And I have here a, uh, directive

for the acquisition
of three dead cows.

Really?

You can convey my
compliments to Colonel Sindell...

and tell him that he has
no authority whatsoever

to confiscate these animals.

They were found
on an Army reserve.

That's true.

But they were owned
by a civilian farmer,

and the state of Hawaii
is paying for them.

You're interfering with
an official investigation.

This is a state police
matter, lieutenant,

until I determine otherwise.

Where are they?

Where they're going to stay

until we find out
what killed them.

Does that mean that
you refuse to give them

to the United States Army?

You bet I do.

I'll have to report
this to Colonel Sindell.

I'll save you the trouble.

Three dead cows?

That sounds like
a nursery rhyme.

Sounds like a horror
story to me, colonel.

You're taking it too seriously.

Am I?

Then why the directive?

Why so anxious to take over?

When I heard about it...

Valent was in our province
to make an investigation,

and I still think
that's the case.

And you don't think
there's anything serious?

Do you?

I saw the cows.

They weren't very pretty.

I don't know what killed
them, but I'm going to find out.

Level with me, Steve.
What are you trying to say?

Sheepkill.

Okinawan kids with skin burns.

Remember?

You think it was nerve gas.

I don't know.

You people never let
us know these things

until somebody makes a mistake.

All right, Steve.

We have conducted
experiments here.

But it's not something
exclusive to Hawaii

or the U.S., or anyplace
else, for that matter.

It's no secret.

There are bases doing the
same kinds of work all over.

Rocky Mountain,

Edgewood, Dugway,
Fort Detrick...

What has happened
to the cows, colonel,

has happened here in Hawaii.

My first inclination
was purely to avoid

any kind of panic or
instant emotional prejudice.

Nobody wants to cause any panic,

but if the public is in danger,

we have a right to know.

Steve, we had nothing
to do with those cows.

The Army denied
having anything to do

with those dead sheep
in Utah for 14 months.

Well, they had pressure
from the top. I don't.

Then why were you so
anxious to grab them, huh?

If it wasn't to keep it quiet?

I'll admit that was my
original objective, Steve.

Ah, sure, I...

I thought there was
the possibility of,

well... an accident,
leak... Who knows what?

So I ordered my
men to bring them in,

while I was going
over our facilities.

But Steve, I swear to
you by all that's holy,

there's been absolutely
nothing here...

that could have contributed

to the death of those animals.

Jonathan.

Governor.

You know Steve McGarrett?

Of course. Hello, Steve.

Gentlemen, I'd
like you to meet, uh,

Dr. A.L. Benjamin,

chief of operations at
the United States Army

Department of...

Chemical and Biological Warfare

at Fort Detrick, Maryland.

Dr. Benjamin.

Governor. Doctor.

Mr. McGarrett.

Won't you gentlemen sit down?

Thank you.

Milly, no interruptions, please.

Well, I think we might as well

get right down to business.

The people of Hawaii...

elected me to
represent their interests.

And I'm responsible
for their welfare.

So if there is an
explanation, Jonathan,

I think you owe me one.

I agree, governor, but...

But I feel I must
warn both of you that...

what you're liable to hear

is... absolute
classified information.

This is top-secret.

Steve, would you describe

the dead animals to
Dr. Benjamin, please?

And please be as precise
and accurate as... As possible.

Hard as a rock.
Petrified like a fossil.

Bloated, swollen, discolored,

with large lesions
all over the carcass.

And the findings of
your medical team?

Complete cellular destruction,

with absolutely no trace
of any pathogenic bacteria.

Gentlemen, the United
States government

spends over a
billion dollars a year

on chemical and
bacteriological deterrents.

First, scientists declare

that a weapon is
theoretically possible.

Now, the Department
of Defense feels it cannot

take the responsibility
for our security

unless it has absolute authority

to pursue superiority,

or at least maintain a
balance with other nations.

All of which brings us to what?

All of which leads
us to a man named...

Alexander Kline.

At the age of 33,

Alexander Kline
has been accorded

a list of academic honors
and scientific achievements

that would require a
computer bank to list.

Dr. Kline is a microbiologist
specializing in autoimmunity.

His goal, his dream,
was to create a vaccine...

A single vaccine that
would render man...

immune to disease...

To all disease, for
all of his natural life.

But with a touch of genius

and the benefit
of a freak accident,

Alexander Kline
developed in the laboratory

a "Q strain."

A biological mutation

which proved to
be totally hostile

to all forms of life on Earth.

Modern man and bacteria

have gone through a long and
painful process of adaptation.

The human species
easily killed by bacteria

is poorly adapted,

and hence is eliminated
in the process of evolution.

The reverse is also true.

Bacteria which kills its
host is also poorly adapted.

When the host dies, it dies.

So the danger of a totally new,

uniquely-hostile
bacteria is awesome.

What you got?

Fiddler crab.

Looks like he lost
one of his fiddles.

He'll grow another.

Pennsylvania.

Pardon?

Pennsylvania. Bet
you're from Pennsylvania.

How'd you know?

I'm a telephone operator.

I play this little
game with myself,

trying to guess where
people come from

just from their voices.

When the discovery was reported,

we naturally contacted Alex.

At first, he was most reluctant.

But eventually we convinced him

to take a hiatus from the
university and go to work

for the Department of
Chemical and Biological Warfare.

We wanted him to, number
one: isolate the bacteria,

And number two: perfect a
method of rapid reproduction

so the germ form could
be produced in bulk.

Now, once this was achieved,

the ultimate weapon would be

a simple matter of engineering.

All we had to do was
develop an aerosol

that could circulate
the bacteria

from aircraft or missiles,

and... the ultimate...
the doomsday weapon.

You people frighten me.

Necessary deterrent
power, McGarrett.

War would be
impractical, profitless.

There would be no victor.

There'd be an
awful lot of losers.

I can't quite tie all this in

with the three dead
cows at Makapuu.

From the outset, the
venture seemed jinxed.

For over a year, there was
one accident after another,

and one mistake after another.

Alex's bacteria remained
only a test-tube victory.

That's when they came to me.

I ordered an absolute
security check.

Every man, without question,

on that team was loyal.

I then turned the situation over

to our chief of psychiatrics.

He evaluated the portfolio

and came to the same conclusion.

There was no
possibility of sabotage.

Of conscious sabotage.

Alex, living in terror

of what he was about to achieve,

was subconsciously
sabotaging his own project.

Psychiatric evaluation:

immediate removal and release

from all responsibilities,

Or... one of the finest minds

of this or any age,
would face the threat

of a possibly irreparable
psychotic breakdown.

That was almost one
year ago to the day.

Another crab?

No.

I don't see anything.

Every square inch
is filled with life.

Look.

All I see is a puddle.

Protoplasm...
volvox... plankton...

All trying to reach the best
spot to plant their seedlings.

Absorbing their portion
of this day's energy.

You see all that?

I see all that.

And that's only a
fraction of what's there.

Almost a year ago,

Alexander Kline disappeared.

And despite the CIA,
the Secret Service,

a worldwide search network,

the man was nowhere to be found.

Until the three dead
cows at Makapuu.

Exactly.

The symptomology
is unmistakable.

And one other fact
is unmistakable.

Alex has found a method

to reproduce his
bacteria in bulk.

McGarrett, this is
the complete dossier

on Alexander Kline.

The rest is up to you.

But why did he kill the cows?

What's his purpose?

We have no way of
knowing that, governor.

What we do know is he's carrying

the potential for death

on an incredible scale.

Global destruction.

Unless we find him.

And find him soon.

Gentlemen.

As you can see...

Kline's detailed description

is printed on the back of
each one of those blowups...

together with a list of
possible aliases he might use.

Now, if the man is spotted...

an immediate call
to Central Dispatch

will trigger unit surveillance.

Now, if the man is spotted,

he must not be lost
under any circumstances.

And he must never be
alerted to surveillance.

Now, as soon as a positive
identification is made,

I'll take it from there.

Gentlemen, I don't
think I have to stress

the urgency of this manhunt...

or the need for
complete security.

Any questions?

Thank you.

That that list of private labs?

Yeah. Mm. Okay, let's
hit every conceivable place

that Kline might go.

Now, Kline killed those cows

with some kind of aerosol spray.

That means he's continuing
his experimentation.

So he's got to have a place

with pretty, uh...
sophisticated equipment.

Why is he doing it?

What's his purpose?

I don't know, Danno.

All I know is the result
of biological warfare

is death for virtually
every living organism

on this planet.

You sure you're
all right, Arnold?

You look like one
of the specimens

I've seen around here.

I'm fine.

Just a touch of
neurotic dedication.

Take a tip from your protoplasm

and get in a
little riotous living.

Operator.

Operator, I've
been trying to dial...

737-7914,

and I keep getting
a buzzing sound.

Will you try it for me, please?

Yes, I'd be glad to, sir.
The number was 737-7914?

What number are
you calling from?

Uh, 732-5577.

Thank you.

There does seem to be
trouble on that line, sir.

Will you give me
the party's name,

and I'll have the
number verified?

Abel Morgan, Kewalo Basin.

Now hurry, please.

Pennsylvania?

Is that you, Pennsylvania?

What?

It is you! It's the
girl on the beach,

the telephone operator.

Don't you remember?

Yes. Uh, yes, I do remember.

Uh, look, you can
just forget the call.

I've changed my mind.

I've been thinking about you,

thinking I'd never
see you again,

and here you are
like fate or something.

Yeah, well, uh,
just a coincidence.

Uh, say, are you
married or anything?

There's no sense in
beating around the bush

if we're just being held
together by coincidence.

No. No, I'm not married, but...

Listen, tell me the truth.

Were you freaked
out on something,

or did you really see all
those things in that puddle?

I saw them.

It's almost finished.

Uh-huh.

How can you tell?

My hands tell me.

Without my hands,
I'd be truly blind.

Are you hungry, Abel?

Not yet, lad.

After I've finished.

Today they put almost
everything in bottles,

except ships.

Today each man is in
a bottle, looking out...

afraid.

Have you ever
felt despair, Abel?

Total despair?

I'm familiar with the feeling.

Maybe you're
fortunate not to be able

to see the world around you.

The madness.

Sounds are there.

Each time I leave
the sound of the sea...

go in to town, same old
arguments never change.

War... young men
going off to be killed.

There's a difference now, Abel.

War is no longer
restricted to battlefields.

People don't know.
They don't realize.

Men who are devoted to
saving lives, fighting disease...

have been turned into puppets.

Made to use their
knowledge of living things

to kill living things.

Seek them out
wherever they hide,

wherever they are.

Uh, Pennsylvania,
what are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Well, I came in to
maybe buy something.

Oh, this is too much,
you being here and all.

How did you know I was here?

By the telephone number
you gave me to call.

You know, you gave me
the name and everything.

You must think I'm awful,
chasing after you like this.

You may not believe it,

I've never done
anything like this before.

I'm leaving, Abel.

Going home.

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

You look sick. You're shaking.

No, I'll be all right.
You need a doctor.

Do you have a car...? No. No.

I do. Let me drive you home.

Mr. McGarrett?

Yes.

Are you the gentleman
who called about the picture?

Yes. I'm Dr. Soong.

As soon as I saw
it, I called you.

That's Arnold...

although he's changed
from the picture.

He calls himself Arnold Clay.

You're absolutely positive?

Absolutely.

But what's he done?

Well, let's just say we
have to contact him,

and it's very urgent.

When did he first come here?

About five months ago.

I've always been eager
to help young scientists,

and he seemed so intense.

Do you know what
he's working on?

He's always been...
secretive about it.

Do you have a home address?

Yes. I believe
it's in the files.

Danno, check it out.

I'll get some experts down here
to go over what he left behind.

Heh. Toxic... effect on the...

body.

Increase... penetration.

Higher.

Higher.

Ah. Oh, God.

God.

God.

God.

No.

Eight sixty. But there
isn't anything here.

Maybe Dr. Soong made a mistake.

Let's ask the lady next door.

Excuse me. My
name is Dan Williams.

I'm with, uh, Hawaii Five-O.

We're looking for a
man named Arnold Clay.

He doesn't live here.

Does the name Alexander
Kline mean anything to you?

I don't know him.

Is there an 860 on this street?

Sure. Right there.

Thank you.

Feeling better?

This is your place.

I brought you here.

What was it?
Malaria or something?

Yes. Malaria.

Well, aren't you
supposed to carry quinine

or something like
that around with you?

I mean, just in case.

I went through your...

Your, uh, pockets
and your suitcase.

And it's like you have a whole

laboratory there,
but no quinine.

You're a scientist or
something, aren't you?

I'm a research technician.

Wow. Sure gives you
some weird nightmares.

Did I talk? What did I say?

Oh. I couldn't repeat
it if I'd written it down.

Uh, say, how about a slug of rum

and some pineapple juice?

I don't know what
it'll do for malaria,

but it sure knocks
the heck out of a cold.

You'd better take it easy.

Say, don't you have a
nickname for Pennsylvania?

It's so formal.

Arnold.

Arnold Clay.

I'm pleased to meet you, Arnold.

My name is Wanda Russell.

Thank you for helping me, Wanda.

I'm sorry if I was rude to you.

No.

Nobody's ever apologized
to me for being rude before.

All of the guys I've ever
gone with have just...

The truth is, I haven't really
gone with that many guys.

And I haven't really
been around that much.

I think I've got what,
uh, Shirley Harris...

That's information

calls "passive participation."

That's like when you sit
around and watch TV and...

And all the things that happen,

you don't really get involved.

That's what I've been doing
with the telephone until I...

Excuse me, I-I think
I'd better leave now.

Oh, listen, Arnold, I
have to get back to work,

but I'd consider it a
pleasure if you'd just stay here

and rest, uh...
Uh, until I got back.

Uh, there's some fruit and
yogurt in the refrigerator.

I'm a kind of a health nut.

And then when I got back,

I could fix you some
soup or something.

Thank you. I am a little weak.

I won't be long. 'Cause I'm
only relieving Dolores Suzuki,

so she can get her dog.

Do you like dogs, Arnold?

Yes, I like dogs.

You're not mad at me

for tracking you down
like that, are you?

No. I'm not angry.

I'll see you later.

Doctor, may I see
you for a moment?

Anything? Well, we've
checked everything.

Culture tubes, flasks,
pipettes, petri dishes.

He certainly had
everything he needed,

including hot- and
dry-air sterilizers,

but... there just isn't
any way of knowing

what conclusions he came to,

or what he plans to do next.

Well, we have the lab staked
out in case he comes back.

Oh, wait a minute.

Was this among his things?

Yes, it was. He probably
used it as a paperweight.

It's whale-tooth
scrimshaw. Nice piece.

Sailors used to carve
them on long voyages.

Chin, what do you got?

If Dr. Alexander
Kline is on this island,

he hasn't got a car,
hasn't got a telephone.

He's not using gas or
electricity under his own name.

Do you know anybody who...

carves these things?

Nope. But I'll see what
I can come up with.

Arnold. I'm back.

I brought some soup.

Yep. I know the man.

Course, I never saw him.

Any idea where he lives?

No. Never asked.

Or where we could find him?

No.

Why do you wanna know?

Because he's dying?

Dying?

Don't ask me how I know.

That's a pained man. Lonely man.

He's searching for... peace

in the certainty of... death.

Peace that he
never found in life.

Advanced Research
Lab. Dr. Soong speaking.

Yeah, is, uh, Arnold Clay there?

Will you hold on for
a moment, please?

Hello?

Hello, Arnold?

No, Arnold just stepped out.

If you'll tell me who's calling,
I'll have him get back to you.

No, thank you. I'll,
uh... I'll call back later.

If you just leave your name,
he'll get right back to you.

Oh. Uh, no, that
isn't necessary.

Thank you.

Please don't hang
up. I'm a police officer.

If you're a friend of
Arnold's, I have to talk to you.

Police?

Yes. We're looking for Arnold,

and it's terribly important
that we find him. It's urgent.

I don't know where he is.

Please, miss. It's a
matter of life and death.

If you'll just give
me your name.

Hello? Hello?

Try getting the operator.

I think maybe that
was the operator.

Arnold!

Arnold.

I know you're in
some sort of trouble.

I called one of the
numbers you gave me,

and there was a policeman.

A policeman?

I didn't tell him anything.

I don't know why, except
I just couldn't believe

you've done anything wrong.

You shouldn't
have come out here.

Well, I thought I...

Well, I hoped you'd be here.

I mean, you look so sick,

you shouldn't just
be wandering around.

Uh, why can't you
leave me alone?

Oh, Arnold. Why don't
you just go away?!

This is Shirley Harris.

She's one of our
information girls.

Shirley, this is Mr. McGarrett
and Mr. Williams

of the state police.

They'd like to ask
you some questions.

Fire away. I answer
questions all day.

Sit down, Shirley.

Shirley, we're
looking for a man.

He's not a criminal,
but he has...

He has the potential

to do an awful a lot of
harm to a lot of people,

unless we find him quickly.

Some of the girls said he had
some kind of contagious disease?

Yeah, something like that.

Would you look at
this picture, please?

Tell me if you've ever
seen this man before?

I'm sorry.

Take another look.

One of the operators
from this office

made a call to a medical
laboratory in Wai Malo

earlier today.

She asked for this man.

You're kidding.

No.

The girl who made the call
refused to identify herself,

and she broke the connection.

Well, she must
have gotten scared

she was gonna get in
some kind of trouble.

Or maybe she was
just trying to protect him.

Was it you, Shirley?

Oh, not on your life.

I wouldn't stick my neck
out that far for any man.

Have you any idea who it was?

No, I don't, sir.

Any other girls?

That's it except
for Wanda Russell.

She went home sick
a couple of hours ago.

Oh, I just thought of something.

Wanda's my best friend,

and I wouldn't wanna get
her into any kind of trouble.

We're not interested in
getting anybody into any trouble.

We have to find
this man very quickly.

Wanda's the kind who's
always picking up strays,

you know what I mean?

Cats, dogs... birds
with broken wings.

Well, she told me she
met a guy on the beach.

And she went on and on
about how smart he was.

Talked like some kind of...

poet or scientist.

Yes?

A-and she said he
had some kind of...

malaria attack.

Yes, and...?

Well, she's got him
at her apartment.

Where is that?

Uh, 2466 Waimea Drive.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Steve. Pan of water
and a wet towel.

Might have been for
somebody with a fever.

Yeah. She had
a visitor, all right.

Steve, just came over the radio.

Emergency hospital in Kaimuki

reported a man answering
Kline's description.

He brought a girl
in for a treatment.

Let's go.

X-rays look okay.
She's awake now.

Then she'll be all right?

I think so.

Are you sure you're all right?

Fine.

Well, I'm gonna
need some information

about what happened.

You can give it to the nurse.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to hurt you.

I know that.

I didn't want you
to get involved.

I don't care what you've done.

Whatever it is, it was a
mistake or an accident.

I know that.

Tsk. I've never
met anyone like you.

Guess that goes for me too.

I grew up like a machine.

A human computer.

They fed the questions into me,

and the answers
always came out right.

They said a mind like mine

comes along only
once in a lifetime.

So they kept me locked
up like some sort of freak.

They kept me away from people.

I never got to know people.

Oh, Arnold.

Listen to me. I don't
have much time.

I have something to tell you...

and you must
promise me something.

Do you really trust me, Wanda?

Yes.

Then you must promise
me... swear to me...

you'll get up out of this bed,

get in your car, drive home,

pack your bags and leave
for the mainland today.

Leave?

You said you trusted me.

Yes, I do.

Well, then you
must do what I say.

There's this island,
and all the people on it...

Arnold, what is it?

Can't you tell me what it is?

Have you ever heard
of biological warfare?

I think so.

Well, there are men...

working all over the world...

breeding test-tube destruction.

Oh, God, Wanda, I never wanted
to be part of their madness...

but I did.

I did, and the only way to
stop them was to shock them.

Shock the whole
world into realizing...

Look... something
has happened...

here on the island.

An accident.

Something that will
kill everyone here

within the next 12 hours.

Okay, come on. Come on.

Now, I don't want to
see a gun or a uniform.

What he plans is still unknown.

We've gotta find out
before we nail him.

So disappear, keep
your eyes open.

If you spot him, let me
know by walkie-talkie.

I'll instruct you
from here. Let's go.

So you've got to leave.

You've got to. Now.

Oh... Trust me,
Wanda. Believe me.

But what about you?

What will you do?

I'll leave as soon as I
can. Don't ask anymore.

Just promise me you'll go.

I promise.

Wait a minute!

It's not on me.

It's hidden.

Out there somewhere.

You'll never find it in time.

I was like so many others

when I went to
work at Fort Detrick.

Hoping to do something creative.

All the money, facilities.

And I was so
impressed by their work.

Practical value.

And look what I end up creating.

Devastation far exceeding
that even of a nuclear bomb.

And as the generals have said,

"There will only be casualties."

Won't hurt any of that
precious real estate.

For God sakes, Alex,

it just doesn't make
any sense at all.

Not to you. To me it does.

You lie there and tell me
you're gonna exterminate

three-quarters-
of-a-million people.

Now, that makes sense?!

I don't expect
you to understand.

Alex... there must be some words

that can reach you.

Words are useless.
Don't you see?

That's the whole point.

People have used words.

"Holocaust."
"Global destruction."

They've talked till
they're blue in the face,

and nothing is accomplished.

But what can you possibly
hope to accomplish?

I've told you.

Shock therapy.

Wasn't that the
purpose of Hiroshima...

and Nagasaki?

No, Alex!

Those were acts committed
during war to save lives!

Mine isn't any different.

Only this war concerns
the survival of mankind.

Man's a lunatic!

Easy, colonel.

Easy?

He's a criminal.

More perverted and
dangerous than Hitler.

Alex... how do you know

that your mutant
strain won't survive...

and destroy life
beyond these islands?

The life span of the bacteria

can't exceed six
hours during sunlight.

If you want to live, leave now.

Get off the island.

Where is it? Where'd
you hide the vial?!

My wife's in this hospital.
She just had surgery.

She can't be moved!