All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S04E17 The Ninety-Second War Pt 2

Steve.

Steve, it's Danny.

What the hell happened?

Just don't try to move. Hang on.

Steve, we have
to roll the car over.

It's the only way. MAN:
We're ready, Danny.

It won't be long now, Steve.

Diagnosis, doc?

You may have an
injury to your spinal cord.

Find out what happened, Danno.

Steve, is there
anything you can tell me?

It was midnight, I
was in the office,

I started to go home,

and I go blank after that.

They found 20 grand on me?

Heh. What else?
Somebody set me up.

There's no break in the
spinal cord, Mr. McGarrett.

Thank God.

Thank God.

Looks like some kind of a code.

The handwriting
looks like Steve's.

Looks just like my
handwriting, only it isn't.

George, what are you getting
from the code in this book?

It's a record of deposits
in a Swiss bank account.

Number 550Z695.

The deposits go
back three years.

I did a, uh, quick
tally of the amounts.

Big numbers.

How much?

Two million, two
hundred thousand dollars.

Somebody spent an
awful lot of time on this.

And money.

How many people can you
think of with that much money,

that much time,

first-rate
counterfeiter, patience,

access to the nerve
gas they used on me,

and the technical skill
to rig and handle it?

I can only think of one man.

Is it done?

Yes, sir.

McGarrett survived the accident?

Yes, sir.

It went well.

I have suspended Steve McGarrett

and relieved him of
all duties with Five-0

pending a complete
investigation.

Is McGarrett really
going to Switzerland?

Let this stand and
go pick up the money?

My information is that
he has a one-way ticket

on Flight 6 to Los Angeles

and from then, over
the Pole to Europe.

You're suspended from service.

How come they're
letting you take off?

Well, I'll tell you why.
Because I know how it works.

Before they can touch me,

they've gotta take their
evidence before the grand jury.

By that time, I'll
be in Switzerland.

All is in order, sir.

Well, I'll be damned.

Don't shoot!

Who are you?

Rip van Winkle.

Wo Fat.

Hold it.

Was Wo Fat the man?

Wo Fat bought my soul...

for 90 seconds.

Governor.

This is Jonathan Kaye,

the Pentagon chief
of special operations.

Sir, as per your instructions,

Diamond Head
Crater is now sealed.

Thank you.

On the left is a photograph
of the real Steve McGarrett.

On the right

is a photograph of the man
who served as his double.

Match them up, commander.

There's not a micromillimeter
of difference between them.

Thank you.

Bones were altered,

cartilage, the work of a
remarkable plastic surgeon.

A great deal of effort.
A great deal of money.

The facilities and the wealth

required to set
all this in motion

rule out any private
or individual financing.

Only a government could
manage an enterprise of this scope

and keep a cash
transaction of that size secret.

This left us with a question.
Which government?

And the answer, supplied
by the bogus McGarrett:

Wo Fat.

To this moment
in time, gentlemen,

all we have is the deathbed
statement of the bogus McGarrett

that what Wo Fat was buying

with this entire effort
was 90 seconds.

We don't know which 90 seconds
or why those 90 seconds matter.

We do know that they are worth

approximately $4
million to Wo Fat.

Do any of you happen to believe

that you know the whereabouts
of Wo Fat at the present moment?

CIA broke through a
diversionary operation

that put Wo Fat in Manila.

We know he left
Manila by submarine

on or about last Thursday,

destination not determined.

And they're still
doing their best

to keep us thinking
Wo Fat is there.

We had four reports
of submarine presence.

Naval Intelligence
couldn't confirm them.

The times and approximate
course would be right

to match up with his
leaving Manila last Thursday.

A radio sweep by the local FBI
picked up the last two seconds

of a high-speed radio
transmission yesterday.

It was a Chinese code.

Army Intelligence
can confirm that.

We picked up the whole
message. It decoded to read:

"Standby, repeat,
standby, Rip van Winkle."

That matches up with
Hallbrook's deathbed comments.

What he was doing was trying
to give me Wo Fat's code name

in this operation.

Gentlemen, what's
happened in the past 48 hours?

Rumors of a narcotic shipment
through Hong Kong from China.

The ship was to dock yesterday.

It altered course and
is headed for Australia.

That's all we had.

Only that submarine. - Nothing.

The closest we
came to an incident

was a short blackout of
our missile tracking center.

How short?

Three and a half seconds
to the end of the emergency.

Five seconds to
complete recovery.

We checked it. It was
a generator malfunction.

But any missile fired

during those three and a
half seconds of blackout

would have gone undetected.

As I said, we checked it.

It was a minor
mechanical malfunction.

Just suppose it was
90 seconds, general.

That could have been
the end of the world,

and we wouldn't
know till it hit,

but it wasn't 90 seconds, Steve.

Who can give us
the most information

about this missile
tracking operation, general?

The new chief of
operation, Hans Vogler.

He was sent out five weeks ago

from the master control
range at White Sands.

I want to see his dossier.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

No. MAN 3: You got anything?

No. That's it.

Then we're all agreed
it's safe to assume

Wo Fat has not as yet
purchased his 90 seconds?

Then, governor, if I
have your permission,

I place the investigative
phase of this operation

in Mr. McGarrett's hands.

Of course. It's your meeting.

Carl, how long can Interpol

keep the shooting of
my double under wraps?

Forty-eight hours
at the very most.

Can you arrange for me to
stay here at Diamond Head?

You can take care
of that, general.

Certainly, sir.

I think we can best solve this

if Wo Fat is made to believe

his plans are going
according to schedule.

Now, we have only
one tangible possibility,

that blackout of
our tracking system.

If that is tied in with
Wo Fat's scheme,

we ought to be
able to verify it.

Gentlemen, check your agents
and sources in the Pacific area.

No detail can be overlooked.

We don't know what
we're looking for yet,

but I'd say the primary
interest is mainland China.

Secondary, the
rest of the world.

Thank you.

Preliminary
reports in two hours,

detailed reports in six.

Commander Smallitt
will contact each of you

as to the methods
of communication

as soon as he's set them up.

Thank you, gentlemen.

We're heading for the FBI.

I still say you're wasting
your time on Vogler.

McGARRETT: Maybe.

The man is red, white and
blue clear down to his shorts.

There's something
bugging me about this folder.

I don't know what it is.

Let me run it down for you.

Hans Vogler, German-born.
Naturalized U.S. citizen.

One of the first
German scientists

to be cleared for secret
work after World War II.

Married an American
schoolteacher from Florida

who died in childbirth.

Child survived,
a girl named Lisa.

There was no opposition
from you people

when he was made top man

at White Sands,
and transferred here.

I don't see any follow-up
at, uh, Tripler Army Hospital.

So?

Well, it says here that
he was transferred here

because of his daughter's
acute asthmatic condition.

Yeah, that's what's
been gnawing at me.

That child almost died.

Yeah, but
dependents of the staff

at the tracking system

are treated at
Tripler Army Hospital.

There's nothing
here about you people

following it up
for verification.

You're pumping at a dry well.

The only lead we've got

is that our missile
tracking system

went out for five seconds.

Now, Vogler runs that system
and there's a blank in his file.

Steve, the guy
is... Walter, look.

Nobody's knocking
your department,

but if an oversight was made,
we've gotta know about it.

No contest. I'll
check Tripler now.

And get the official records
of the child's condition

and treatment at White Sands.

Have them send
it coded right away.

Use Seattle Princess
Mary as the code key.

Yes?

Washington has
checked him through?

Fine.

Soviet agent.

Colonel Mikhail
Ivanovich Toptygin.

He's here?

You know him? McGARRETT:
Oh, I know him well.

They have him in
the holding room.

Come on. Something
about Rip van Winkle.

Ah... it's Mr. Kaye,
eh? And Mr. McGarrett.

Commander Smallitt, is it not?

And, um, Mr. Carter.

You're very well
briefed, colonel.

Always.

Do you suppose I
might have some tea?

Smallitt, get the gentleman
a cup of tea, please.

Thank you.

Ooh! Ah, uh, commander.

Uh, if you would,
a glass of tea.

It always tastes so
much better in a glass.

You had something to tell
us about Rip van Winkle.

Ah...

and I did so look
forward to answering,

"He slept for 20 years,"
when you asked me that.

Mischa, you're dancing.
We don't have time for it.

Mm.

Quite right.

The Soviet Union has a
missile tracking network

which approximately is
the equivalent of your own,

though it is more
efficient in some respects,

as Mr. Carter knows.

Two weeks ago... Ah.

Thank you.

Two weeks ago, on
the 11th at 6:34 p.m.,

our missile tracking network

picked up what appeared
to be 39 missile launchings

in the approximate vicinity
of the Manchurian base

of the Chinese
People's Republic.

Our computers
recorded missile firings

in every conceivable
direction simultaneously.

In point of fact,
none was fired.

Mm.

Tea bags.

In any case,

all our tracking stations
along the Chinese border

recorded identical
data, all of it false.

Two weeks ago, you said? - Mm.

Any similar incidents
since? None.

I take it you discovered
how they managed it, then?

Mm. If we had, Mr. Kaye,
I should not be here.

No, our people suspect some
sort of electronic projection,

as it were, a...

A television picture imposed
upon our scanning devices.

So to speak, a photograph
of a missile launching

when in fact no missiles
had been launched.

Mischa.

You always want
something. What is it?

Now is as good a
time as any to tell us.

My government is prepared
to make the first move

as an act of faith.

We have just done so.

I believe, gentlemen,

a full and frank exchange
of information on this subject

would benefit both our nations.

Unofficially?

Well, at least for the present.

Agreed.

Good.

The code name for this operation
against our tracking system

is Rip van Winkle.

High-speed transmissions
from Hawaii...

Accidentally
intercepted, of course.

Were signed "Rip van Winkle."

The code form is
unquestionably Chinese,

but we have as yet not
been able to locate the name

of the agent responsible.

Mm. Well, we don't
have any tangible proof,

but we believe it's Wo Fat.

Wo Fat is in Manila.

Was in Manila.

All that's there now
is a smoke screen.

No, my information
could not be an error.

Wo Fat is in Manila.

You've had 48 hours to prepare.
There can be no more delays.

I must know when, and
now. Precisely when.

No. Absolutely no.

It must be 90 seconds.
Not one second less!

Now, when?

Must be sooner.

Good.

Tomorrow at noon.

How are you at lip-reading?

Untalented, unfortunately.

Colonel, we've arranged
for you to have some supper.

Carter here will join you.

I'm sure you'll find
things to talk about.

Mr. Kaye, I assumed that I would

participate fully
in this operation,

and that whispering
was not about my supper.

Mischa, if we were in Moscow
and the situation was reversed,

what would you do with me

while we were
investigating and verifying?

McGarrett...

you make your point.

Come along.

Something tasty, I trust.
Anything but Siberian lamb.

That's nothing but
old mutton, you know.

Our specialist is waiting for
us in the conference room.

Let's go.

Gentlemen, this is
Dr. Kingsby, allergist.

Steve McGarrett. Doctor.

Mr. McGarrett. Jonathan Kaye.

Mr. Kaye. How do you do?

Sit down please, doctor.

We're interested in your opinion

of the Vogler girl's
medical report.

Lisa Vogler, yes.

Well, then age 3,
developed an acute asthma

while living in New Jersey.

Tests showed it to
be an allergic reaction

to a variety of weed pollen.

It was recommended that
she be removed to an area

where the pollen wasn't present.

Her father secured a
transfer to, uh, White Sands

and the condition disappeared.

Thirteen weeks ago, the
child, now 10 years of age,

was admitted to the hospital
facility at White Sands

suffering an acute
asthmatic attack.

She was treated and released.

Five days later, she
suffered another attack.

Same procedure.

A week later, she had
to be hospitalized again.

This time the
attack was so violent

that she almost died.

Her father secured
transfer to Hawaii.

No more recurrences.
End of history.

Then what's
bothering you, doctor?

Gentlemen, I've checked.

There isn't any of that pollen
within 500 miles of White Sands.

What about wind drift?

Well, that was the
assumption at White Sands,

but it couldn't be the case.

Why not?

It was the wrong time of year.

There wasn't any of that
pollen in the air to drift.

It was too soon.
Six weeks too soon.

What's the meaning of this?

To be brought from my
home with no explanation?

It's a security
matter, Dr. Vogler.

I'm sure you'll understand.

Won't you sit down?

What can you tell us about
the five-second blackout

of our missile tracking
system, doctor?

Everything there is to tell.

I am responsible for
the system. I designed it.

There was a power
overload due to a malfunction.

It has been repaired.

Is it possible that
the malfunction

was the result of
sabotage, doctor?

Machines can be tampered
with, but these were not.

It was a simple
circuitry problem.

Prior to your transfer to
Hawaii, your daughter suffered

a near-fatal asthma
attack, doctor.

You said, uh...

a security problem.

I fail to... Dr. Vogler.

Your daughter's attack at
White Sands was induced.

No.

On my orders, doctor, a
medical team checked...

Carefully checked.
- -your house at White Sands.

No.

McGARRETT: The air-conditioning
filters were saturated with weed pollen.

It was put there intentionally.

I could never do a thing
like that to my own daughter.

I never suggested
you did, doctor.

What kind of monster
do you think I am? Ha.

How could I do
anything like that...

to my Lisa?

Only a monster...

She couldn't...

My little girl, she...

She couldn't... She
couldn't breathe.

How could I do that, eh?

McGARRETT: Dr. Vogler?

Doctor.

Get a doctor. Smallitt.

For the record, I wish

we had the
permission in writing.

No time.

His lawyer in New York
has his power of attorney.

We have his approval.
Verbal, but we have it.

We must have the
information locked in that skull.

The psychiatrist
says if he doesn't

ventilate that guilt of his,

he'll end up a basket case.

Your name is Hans Vogler?

Is that correct?

Yeah.

You were born in
Hamburg, Germany?

Yeah.

Did you work in Hamburg?

No, Leipzig.

But you were at
Stuttgart, doctor.

Yeah, at Peenemunde,
then Stuttgart.

Then you were captured
by the United States Army.

No.

You were captured, doctor.

Did the British capture you?

No.

The... Russians.

Tell us about the details of
your capture by the Russians.

I was waiting.

I was waiting to be
shot. Then it stopped.

People were screaming...

and begging for...

friends.

My friends.

Why weren't you shot, doctor?

Vogler.

Hans Vogler, kommem Sie.

They called you out?

While we were eating.

He was just shot.

Killed.

McGarrett.

There's no doubt
now that we're into

a deep-planted-enemy-agent
situation.

It's an old technique.

You prove you have
control over a man's life

by showing him death.

Swift, unexpected, brutal death.

You show that to a man,
then you give him back his life.

You do that to a
man and you own him.

Ooh! It works, it works.

The Russians could use
him any time they choose.

What about Wo Fat?

Russians aren't gonna
swap deep-agent files

with the Chinese.

Well, you're gonna have
to get that out of him.

Dr. Vogler, did the
Russians release you

so that you would be
recaptured by the Americans?

Yes, to wait.

How many acts of sabotage
have you committed since then?

None.

They never asked.
They didn't need me.

I waited.

No word from them, but...
Then Wo Fat contacted you.

Yes, that...

devil.

That filth.

He made me torture my child.

He made me torture my own child.

How did he force you to comply?

A letter. He sh... He
showed me a letter.

A note... Suicide note,
in my own handwriting.

Well, not mine, but mine.

Said I had murdered my child

and taken my own life.

He would have killed her.

Would have killed
my Lisa, my child.

So I had to do as he told me.

I had to... torture her.

Watch her suffer.

S-she couldn't breathe.

But I had to do as he told me.

Lisa.

Wo Fat has my daughter.

Wo Fat has your daughter?
Now? Here in Hawaii?

Yes. Yes!

I ask you to remember
what's at stake here.

Not the life of one little girl,

but the lives of
50, 60 million Lisas.

You must find out
about that 90 seconds.

Doctor, tell us about
the 90 seconds.

I don't know.

I don't know why he
wants the 90 seconds.

When? When did he want them?

Today. Noon. T... Today.

Wha...?

What day is it?

Tuesday the 12th.

Yeah, today.

You were to black out

the Pacific Missile
Tracking Center

precisely at noon today?

Yeah. How?

Generator malfunction. Why? Why?

I don't know. Why?!

I don't know! Why?

I don't know!

Lis... Lisa!

McGARRETT: All we really
need now is one more fact:

How to find Wo Fat and nail him.

No, you're not
gonna touch Wo Fat.

Get me General
Matthews at Cape Kennedy.

Urgent.

Call me back the
minute you get him

and put this line on scramble.

I'm sure you know
that the Chinese

have detonated a
thermonuclear device.

It's got a formidable yield.

What they've been
lacking is a delivery system,

an ICBM with sufficient
size and range and accuracy

to deliver the primary
weapon to the target.

Now, our best estimate has been

that it would take them
about eight to ten years

to come up with one.

But I have a funny
feeling that this whole affair

means that they have
one for testing right now,

which means that
we can't touch Wo Fat.

I want him to okay that test,

so that we can observe it...

without the Chinese knowing
that we're observing it.

Jonathan Kaye.

General, we're gonna
need a rocket up

with an observation
satellite in orbit,

positioned over the
Manchurian launch site

at 12 noon today, Hawaii time.

I didn't ask you about
the cost or the manpower.

This is urgent, top
priority. It must be done.

How much extra time? Two hours.

Two o'clock Hawaii
time. That's it, then.

You have a little
less than five hours

to get a satellite
positioned and reporting.

We're gonna need him on his
feet and in contact with Wo Fat.

He's gotta buy us
those two hours' delay.

But the question is,
can we trust him to do it?

Yeah, he can. I'm sure of it.

How can you be that sure?

For two reasons.

His daughter's
life depends on it,

and he's managed to fool
our entire security system

for 25 years.

He can steal two
hours from Wo Fat.

Herr doctor,

I am a man of nearly
infinite patience.

But don't test me.

For should I lose my temper,

both remaining threads
of the Vogler tapestry

will cease to exist.

A change of personnel
and schedule.

It has nothing to do with me.

Are not you the
head of operations?

I am not concerned with
routine schedule changes.

Meaning what?

The wife of our
monitoring engineer

was hospitalized last night.

The schedule was adjusted

so that he could go
to hospital with her.

Nothing can be
done until this man

returns to his duties.

How could you have been
informed of that, Dr. Vogler?

You could not be contacted.

I attempted to do
so several times,

and I am most resourceful.

Well, I was with him,
with the engineer,

a-at the hospital,

to see if anything
could be resolved

and I could be done
with you at noon today.

But I couldn't.

Which hospital?

The Leahi Hospital.

And the engineer's name? Yamato.

Yamato.

His wife is in the
maternity ward.

Maternity ward, please.

Dr. Vogler, you
interrupted this project...?

There were complications
in her cesarean section.

Good morning, nurse.

I'm calling to inquire about
the condition of my niece,

Mrs. Yamato.

Ah. Good, good.

Is her husband still there?

Oh, no, no, no, please,
do not disturb him.

Another question.

I understand that Dr. Vogler

was with my nephew
through the ordeal.

Is he still there?

Dr. Vogler left a
half-hour ago, sir.

You're welcome.

You look so tired.

If it were within my power,

I would insist that
we delay even longer.

But, my friend, it
must be done today.

Now, let me check that I
correctly understand you.

The missile tracking
system will go dark

at exactly 2:00 this afternoon.

Yes.

Danke schon, Herr
professor doctor.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Good day.

My Lisa.

Could I see her for a moment?

You give me the 90 seconds,

I promise within minutes

she'll be on her
way home to you,

happy, well, unharmed.

Chow Lee, tell Peking 2:00.

I have Cape Kennedy.

The intercom is on
automatic unscramble.

Go ahead, Kennedy.

We are on the pad

and in the fueling
cycle, Jonathan.

All right, Harley, push it.

Come on, Steve.

We'll be on Tracking
7, third level.

Come in. We'll start on my mark.

Nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four...

Mark. Commence stop.
We have a red range.

On safe, switch to safe.

We will re-cycle in
T-minus-30 and hold indefinitely.

Jonathan, we have a
problem. I wanna hold at 30.

What's the problem?

Faulty communication
readout from the satellite.

We may not get a picture.

I don't need a picture.

Will you be able to give
me their initial thrust,

the speed and distance?

I think so... That's all I need.

We can compute the
rest. Get it off the ground.

Jonathan, we may not
be able to get their apogee.

Get it up, Harley.

Okay, Jonathan. Thirty
seconds and counting.

"Manchuria firing range

"is prepared for launch
2 p.m. Hawaiian time.

We expect full
90-second blackout."

Whose signature?

Hong Su.

General Hong Su.

Oh, Dr. Vogler.

Now that you're here...
Would you take over, please?

Who is he, and why is he here?

My name's Dan Williams, Five-0.

I'm here, doctor, to offer you
any assistance you may need.

I don't need any assistance.

I have my instructions, sir.

Oh, I see, to keep an eye on me.

Steve, Dr. Vogler's here.
I'll keep this line open.

Don't let Vogler leave the
room until I okay it from this end.

What about the
satellite, Harley?

Is the communication
system functioning?

We can't tell until we
get a confirmed orbit.

Well, I wanna know
as soon as you do.

Will do.

What happens if we have
a communications failure?

Then your man stops Vogler

from shutting down
the tracking station.

We simply must know
what the Chinese are doing.

Manchuria station reports
30 minutes to launch.

Vogler will do it.

He must do it.

Dr. Vogler, we have to wait
here until we get the go-ahead.

But the routine. I-I-I sh... I
should be in the control room.

We have to wait here.

I must be ready.

Steve, Dr. Vogler would
like to go to the control room

just to be ready.

Not yet. I think it's advisable.

What are you trying to tell
me? That he's getting jumpy?

That's right.

Hold on.

Got a little problem.
Vogler's getting jumpy.

Harley, how soon will we know
if we have communications?

As soon as the data's relayed

and confirmed from Jodrell Bank.

About 12 minutes. All right.

You know what to do.

All right, Danno.

You can take him
to the control center.

Now listen to me carefully.

Unless you get a go-ahead
from this room at 1:59:30,

Vogler is not to go near those
computers, you understand?

Got it.

Just so there's no
mistake, Danno.

We must keep track
of that Chinese missile,

preferably from
our own satellite,

or from here if the
satellite is not functioning.

Now, I repeat, unless
you get a go-ahead,

you are to stop Vogler
from blacking us out.

Now, that's any way
you have to, Danno.

You understand?

I read you.

I'll open a line to you
as soon as we get there.

Time?

Seventeen minutes till 2, sir.

Steve, we're here.

These are the tools of
modern-day sabotage.

This card programs the computers
to overload the input circuits.

They short, the circuit breakers
shut down the equipment.

The computer reports the
overloading and corrects it.

Forty seconds gone.

Then the computer
begins the restart cycle.

Thirty more seconds.

The system checks
circuitry, and reactivates itself.

Ten more seconds.

Then the scanning devices

are given orders
to begin a sweep.

Ten more seconds.

Ninety seconds altogether.

But the program card
remains in the machine.

No, this, the second
card, without the shoes,

clears the programmed overload.

Then the machine
destroys both cards,

which go automatically

to the shredder for
classified material.

Simple and ingenious.

How much time do you
need for preparation, doctor?

Wo Fat has it well timed.
I need half a minute.

So if I'm to black out the
tracking system at 2:00,

I have to insert
and start at 1:59:30.

So. Uh, not yet, doctor.

We have to wait until
we get the go-ahead.

But to be ready...

There will be plenty of time.

We're getting the data
from the heat sensors

on the photographic
transmitters, Jonathan.

Harley, just tell me if we're
getting enough information.

Will we know the Chinese
thrust, speed and distance?

Will we know that much?

Stand by.

Then move it, Harley.
We're running out of time.

One minute till launch.

Hold it. Hold it. It's time.

Steve. I know the time. Not yet.

Doctor, don't force me.

But Wo Fat has my
child. He will kill her.

I know that, doctor,
but don't move.

Jodrell Bank confirms
partial readout,

about two-thirds of
what we should have.

That's it.

Go. Black out!

Go.

Three, two, one, now.

Please, God, it
works. It must work.

Seven seconds to launch.

Four, three, two, one, liftoff.

Our satellite nailed
it. We have monitor!

Monitor!

Congratulations, Kaye.

Eighty-eight, 89, 90.

Ninety and tracking again.

Yahoo!

We have succeeded.

You know something? We
knew they had the bomb.

But do you realize
that we have discovered

that they have successfully
test-fired a long-range missile

capable of delivering it five
years sooner than we expected?

Yeah. Thank God
we know it. Amen.

A figure of speech.

What now?

Now we see how flexible
our government can be.

How many different ways we
can find to open conversations.

We know we can
all kill each other.

What about Wo Fat? I
suppose we have to let him go.

I'm afraid so.

He's going to have to
report that he succeeded.

A hero's welcome awaits you.

Yeah.

What about Dr. Vogler?

Well, he got his daughter back,

and he'll be transferred
in a couple of months

to an unclassified assignment.

And he'll probably get a medal.

Hm.

What about clearing you, Steve?

Tomorrow the governor's
supposed to have a press conference

and give the details
of the frame-up.

Then I'll be back, I guess,
as if nothing happened.

That leaves the,
uh, $64 question.

What happens to the $2 million?

I'm gonna keep it.

Why shouldn't I be the
richest cop in the world?

Come on.

Well, Wo Fat doesn't know it,

but his government just made

a very, very
generous contribution

to the Policemen's
Widows and Orphans Fund.