McGARRETT: Five men are dead, and now there's a possibility
that they might have died in some sort of nuclear accident.
- The radiation source was plutonium. - Plutonium?
So you're manufacturing nuclear warheads.
You stay alive only as long as you work for us.
MAN: If these plutonium canisters logjam?
Massive radiation.
ORMSBEE: Keep them apart, keep them apart.
Don't let them nest together.
LARCH: There you see the mouth of the vent.
Nature's fiery doorway to the bowels of the Earth.
- Will we go much closer, Dr. Larch? - Oh, just a short distance, Peggy.
I wanna get some gas samples for analysis.
But try not to breathe it.
- Might give us a terrific high. - Ha, ha.
My turn to lead.
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: How many bodies have been recovered, Danno?
DANNY: Five.
I just talked to Captain Tamaka of the Hilo Police Department.
He said his men have checked down to the bottom of the fumarole,
sifted the ashes, and that's it.
What about the rest of this side of the volcano?
The vents and the fumaroles?
Well, the park rangers are searching the area.
Nothing so far.
They figure the victims must have been brought in by helicopter,
and at night, otherwise they would've been spotted.
Well, landing a chopper around here at night's a pretty tricky feat.
It'd take a good pilot to do that.
Lot easier way to get rid of bodies.
What about identification, anything?
According to Tamaka, there's no kind of ID on any of the bodies.
Even their clothing labels were cut off.
If that research team hadn't come down here,
these bodies never would've been found.
Doc?
- Any cause of death yet? - I don't know yet, Steve.
- Well, you must have some idea. - They're all like this one.
No wounds, no marks, no visible trauma.
No apparent cause. All I know is that he's dead.
Big help, Doc.
Danno, call a staff meeting at the office for tonight.
CHIN HO: His name is Rene LaSerre.
At least that's the name he gave to the Waverider Hotel.
And he was staying at a hotel here in Oahu?
DANNY: Three of the four we were able to identify
were staying at the Waverider, Steve.
Then we can't overlook the possibility that they died right here in Oahu,
and the bodies taken to the big island to be disposed of.
Neat. Who would ever expect them to be found in an active volcano?
LaSerre listed Martinique as a home address.
Stated he was on the island as a tourist.
Now, this man was identified as Carl Williamson, from Rhodesia.
And according to the room clerk, he was here on business.
David Akela from Belgium. He was here on vacation.
McGARRETT: And what about this one?
DANNY: His name was James Chadway,
president of Hawaii Sports Promotions.
According to his office records, he traveled a lot,
mostly to international sports events.
What events has he promoted?
None. Apparently, the business was a front.
What about source of income?
Quarterly check from a private Swiss bank
drawn on a holding company called Broeder, Ltd., out of Lichtenstein.
- Swiss bank? - Yeah.
McGARRETT: Belgium, Rhodesia, Martinique.
Throw in Switzerland and Lichtenstein
and they could form their own version of the United Nations.
Have you run them through Interpol?
DANNY: Everything we have, Steve,
including copies of photos and fingerprints.
I'll get Washington on it.
What about the fifth man?
No name on him. We sent his prints to the FBI.
I ran his picture all over the island.
As far as we know, he wasn't registered in any of the hotels.
[PHONE RINGS]
Five dead men and four dead ends.
And we don't even know what killed them.
CHIN HO: Steve? McGARRETT: Yeah?
CHIN HO: Doc's got something for you.
Tell him we're on our way.
Let's go, Danno.
What have you got for me, Doc?
First, none of them had any notable marks or scars.
Nothing that will help with identification.
That's a great start.
Well, I'm not too happy either.
Have you determined the cause of death, yet?
- Not yet. - Doctor, something had to kill them.
I do have a theory.
It's so far out, I'm reluctant to even talk about it.
I contacted the Navy, asked for a consultation with an expert,
a very distinguished man.
McGARRETT: Yeah? Who is it?
Pathology Lab.
- Hey, you can't just go in there. - Obviously I can.
Steve, it's a small miracle that he even agreed to come here.
He's one of the world's foremost physicists.
Yes, and he's a real pain...
Dr. Bergman.
DOC: Oh, I'm very proud to know you, Dr. Ormsbee.
Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0, Dan Williams.
McGARRETT: We've met before.
GUARD: Uh, sorry to bust in.
He just sailed right past me, didn't even sign in.
- It's all right, I'll okay it. - Thank you, McGarrett.
Well, you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble.
I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee.
Always a pleasure to be of service, doctor.
Especially if you can help us find out how those men died.
Tell me, McGarrett, why do you need my help?
Seems to me this is a matter better suited
to the infantile trappings of a police mentality.
Doctor, you've been asked to come here
to provide scientific expertise.
Now, I can do without your psychological profile
of law-enforcement officers.
I admit the only reason I am here, the problem promises to be intriguing.
If your data is correct, doctor.
Autopsy report, tissue samples, x-rays, and organ specimens.
Is there anything we can do to help you, Dr. Ormsbee?
Yes.
Yes, there is, Williams. You can get me some coffee.
Black, level teaspoon of sugar.
And in a cup, not one of those plastic abominations.
ORMSBEE: You are correct, Dr. Bergman.
What killed them?
Massive radiation poisoning.
- Radiation? Atomic? - Precisely.
The bodies are heavily contaminated.
Well, I don't see how that's possible.
There's not a nuclear facility on the island
using fissionable material.
McGarrett, my conclusions are both accurate and irrevocable.
Finding the source of the contamination is your job.
I'll require tissue samples, articles of clothing,
and samples of the volcanic ash in which the bodies were found.
Have it all in my lab no later than tomorrow morning.
And it would be wise to assign some of your more intelligent men to me.
They might prove useful.
My men are useful right where they are,
working on this investigation, doctor.
Well, then, McGarrett,
you are going to have the opportunity to learn the virtues of patience.
- My regrets, Dr. Bergman. McGARRETT: Ormsbee.
You have a contract with the U.S. Navy.
I just spoke to Admiral Gaines,
and he's agreed to assign it and you to Five-0
for the duration of this investigation, at my request.
What?
Five men, doctor, five men are dead.
And now there's a possibility
that they might have died in some sort of nuclear accident.
Now, I think that's important enough to our national security
to warrant your cooperation, is it not?
Very well, McGarrett, I'll find your answers.
But in my lab, under my supervision, and on my timetable.
Fine. Fine, it's a deal.
Then you have the samples there by 8.
And, McGarrett, don't call me, I'll call you.
[SIGHS]
You read it?
It says that McGarrett and the Five-0 team
are investigating the deaths.
DE GROOT: It was a million-to-one shot they found those bodies...
Good morning.
Let them investigate all they want to. Good morning.
There's no possible way they can link the dead men to us.
- Good morning. - Leila.
- Good morning, Mr. Blair. - We were lucky, Donald.
- Good morning, Julia. - Good morning, sir.
Luck is a function of good systems analysis.
Good morning, Mr. Blair.
BLAIR: Good morning, Janice. That will be all for now.
Five deaths. It's too bad.
But we're clear, the project's clear. We can proceed as planned.
I'll contact Johannesburg.
Memo:
Check out the business files of James Chadway
and remove all contact.
And notify Lichtenstein to cut off the Broeder payments to Chadway.
DANNY: And we got lucky at the Waverider Hotel tour desk.
All three of the victims registered there went on a bus tour.
Same tour, same time.
Right, they all went to Aloha Stadium Wednesday at 2:00.
Did the guide or the bus driver recognize any of them?
CHIN HO: The driver remembers them and so does the guide.
Because somewhere in the middle of the tour,
all three of them disappeared.
Disappeared?
GUIDE: The four structures you see here each weigh 3.5 million pounds
and can move on an air film to form any perfect configuration
for football, baseball or concerts,
making this new 50,000-seat stadium the only one of its kind in the world.
Ladies and gentlemen, please feel free to take pictures,
and I'll be back with you in a few minutes.
Mr. McGarrett, I'm Barbara Soong. Can I help you?
Yes, please, Miss Soong. We're investigating some deaths.
Were any of these men on your tour recently?
Oh, my God.
Yes, I remember them, all four of them.
They weren't paying any attention to the tour or anything else.
They obviously had private business.
These three men came on the bus on the tour.
And this man met them.
A big guy, like maybe an ex-football player.
That's Chadway.
Met them where? Where did he meet them?
They met right about here.
I was giving my talk and they just split. Some putdown, huh?
Did any of them mention any destination or any names?
- Nothing. - Did you notice anything special
about any of them?
The only thing I noticed
was the black guy's initials on his attaché case: E.T.R.
McGARRETT: Thank you.
- Thank you, you've been very helpful. - Okay.
DANNY: E.T. R? How does that translate into "David Akela"?
It doesn't, Danno. But nothing makes sense in this case.
- Mr. De Groot, one of the... - Not now, Julia, I'm very busy.
BLAIR: That's when we apply...
[KNOCKING]
BLAIR: Come in.
Uh, we'll finish this later, Janice. Thank you.
What is it? Is there something wrong?
I thought you said you disposed of everything.
I thought I had.
I just found this in the back of the car.
Perhaps we'd better get rid of it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
McGARRETT: Come in.
DANNY: Steve, we've got some identifications from Interpol.
The initials E.T.R., they did it.
David Akela is Ernesto Tomas Resula,
professional revolutionary and commander in chief
of something called the Pan-African Strike Force.
- Terrorists. - Terrorists?
Yeah.
What about the rest?
Rene LaSerre is Suleiman Arjieh from Lebanon,
one of the heads of a paramilitary splinter group
backed by some heavy oil money.
Carl Williamson, heh, is Carl Williamson,
ex-mercenary tied to some fanatic anti-black elements in Rhodesia.
Rhodesia? Now, what?
What's a Rhodesian doing in a group with a pro-African activist like Resula?
The question is, what are any of them doing in the islands?
Connected with James Chadway of Hawaii Sports Promotions.
Yeah. And a Swiss bank fronting for a Lichtenstein holding company.
Now, we're gonna have to do it the hard way, Danno, from here.
I want a search made, starting with Aloha Stadium.
Find out where those four men went. They couldn't have just disappeared.
And this mystery man, Number 5, I wanna know about him.
His identity is beginning to bug me.
Leila, you okay?
Sure, just a little dizzy.
Is it, uh?
Yeah.
It's probably morning sickness.
Listen, is it okay if I take a quick break?
Leila, how long's it been since you've heard from lover boy?
Oh, Raymond's been away on business.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, don't just stand around here. You're on your break.
MARSTON: Come in.
Did you find anything yet?
No, we, um, haven't had a Raymond Sawyer
on the payroll, Leila.
At least not in the last two years.
But Raymond told me he did special research jobs for the company.
I thought...
I just thought you might tell me where I can reach him.
I see.
Well, if he was an outside researcher,
they might know about it in Mr. Blair's office.
- I'll check to see. - Thanks.
We are currently shipping a complete dental unit
to a medical mission run by a remarkable priest,
a Father Ernesto Tomas Resula.
[PHONE RINGS]
Mr. Blair's office.
Just a moment, please. Mr. Blair, it's Personnel.
They're trying to locate a technical researcher
named Raymond Sawyer.
One of the inspection girls, Leila Kapehala, is asking about him.
They were apparently involved, and, uh, now she's hapai.
Raymond Sawyer.
No, the name means nothing to me, Janice.
Nothing.
We may have a pattern developing here, Danno,
even though it's irrational.
Three men arrive with false papers, three mercenaries, terrorists,
from three violent parts of the world.
They all make contact with the same phony sports promoter.
And later they're found dead,
along with a fifth man, Mr. Anonymous.
- But I don't see a pattern emerging. - Because that's only part of it.
ORMSBEE: No, no, dear, it's all right. Don't worry about a thing.
I'm not here on a social visit.
Thank you.
Well, McGarrett, I have your answer.
- The radiation source was plutonium. - Plutonium?
How would these people have contact with plutonium?
There's only one logical source: Military nuclear device.
But I've already had Admiral Gaines check out every military atomic device
on or near these islands, and nothing's missing.
There have been no breaches of security.
You mean they had their own plutonium?
You have a very flexible mind, McGarrett.
Yes, somehow they got possession of some amount of plutonium.
And they'd better have somebody that knows how to handle it too.
How do you detect plutonium, doctor?
Oh, a Geiger counter, a scintillometer.
Or the effects: Internal bleeding, nausea, vomiting.
But remember, McGarrett, any contact, any at all, can be fatal,
so let's not have any adolescent heroics
from you or any of your men.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
McGarrett.
Yes, put him on, please. Jonathan? Yes.
You have? Good. Good.
Yes, thank you. Thank you, I've got it.
Well, we've got a make on our mystery man.
Washington identified him from his prints.
His name is Raymond Sawyer.
Graduated from MIT.
Majored in physics. But that's all they know about him.
Last known address, Chicago.
BLAIR: Of course, it's a great tragedy, Your Excellency.
Ernesto and I had a close personal friendship.
But we have to face facts. There was an accident.
Ernesto is dead.
But, uh, I assume you still want us to ship you the dental unit.
Fine.
Of course. Same price, same terms.
And once more, please accept my deep regrets over this tragedy.
[INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Yes, Mr. Blair? - I'm drafting a report, Janice.
I don't want to be disturbed for anything until 3.
There are to be absolutely no interruptions.
Yes, sir.
- Almost finished? - Almost.
As soon as it's cushioned, all I have to do is replace the false front on the unit.
Good, because I just talked to His Excellency in Africa.
I told him we found the cause of the accident,
that everything was back in working order,
and that his first dental unit would ship out on schedule.
We haven't fixed anything.
We've had an accident in there.
Now that's sealed off
and we're doing all our nuclear loading out here in the open.
Do you realize the dangers?
No, this is it, Donald.
I don't know when we can produce the next one or ship it out.
The down payment went into the Swiss account this morning, Piet.
Three quarters of a million. What am I going to tell him?
That we killed his agent and now we can't deliver?
Piet, I'm counting on you.
This isn't a corporate sales meeting, Donald.
This is an atomic device.
If I arm the things out here and something goes wrong,
the whole end of the island could blow.
Now, I can't make any mistakes, none.
I'm a very good systems engineer, Donald,
good enough to know my own limits.
Raymond Sawyer was our only physicist,
and the accident killed him.
Now, what we need is another Raymond Sawyer
to tell us what went on in that room and to repair it.
I understand McGarrett sent out notices
to all hospitals and doctors on the island.
Some sort of a warning about possible radiation sickness or contamination.
So the police found out what killed Sawyer and the others.
[SIGHS]
- Well, we expected that. BLAIR: Yes.
But the notice was verified by a technical expert,
a nuclear physicist, Dr. Grant Ormsbee.
[MACHINE HUMMING]
- Dr. Ormsbee? - Yes.
I'm Peters from Security. I'm sorry to bother you.
I noticed your assistant leave moments ago,
and I was wondering how late you'd be working this evening.
If you had the simple capacity to read your instructions,
you'd know that I frequently work late at night.
I was simply concerned that somebody may worry if you didn't show up.
Nobody's gonna miss you for a long time.
What?
BLAIR: Why did Leila take the day off? - She wasn't feeling well.
She went to see her doctor, Dr. Gleason.
Look, I know Leila's pregnant, that's her private affair.
- No pun intended. - Ha. Thanks, Mr. Blair.
It's not being pregnant, though.
She just wasn't feeling well, sick to her stomach.
And she told me yesterday when she was combing her hair,
some of it came out in her hand.
That kind of worried her.
Well, uh, let's hope it's nothing serious.
I hope not. Thank you, Mr. Blair.
So you're manufacturing nuclear warheads.
I trust you've kept that room sealed off.
Of course.
I assume that the fissionable material is plutonium?
Yes.
For one of the most dangerous
and volatile elements known to science,
you people handle it rather sloppily.
I don't think I've ever seen such an amateurish system.
It's no wonder to me you've had a breakdown.
In fact, it's a small miracle
that everyone in this jerrybuilt disaster hasn't been fatally contaminated.
Shut up.
Now, apparently, you think you can intimidate me.
Let me tell you that the only secret weapon you've displayed so far
has been an unbelievable ignorance.
I'm gonna make it very simple for you, Dr. Ormsbee.
You stay alive only as long as you work for us.
You figure out what happened in that little room and you repair it.
I have every intention of staying alive.
And I shall repair your gimcrack structure,
but only because the problem interests me.
Good, then I suggest you get started.
Only on the condition that you tell these nervous incompetents
that I shall require willing and even intelligent obedience.
- You're crazy. ORMSBEE: Perhaps.
But then that would mean that you've placed your entire operation
into the hands of a madman, wouldn't it?
Now, first off, I shall require one box of Hoyo de Monterreys.
- What? - Cigars. Cigars, you moron.
Havanas, and no Philippine imitations.
You, I want you to take notes for me.
- Let's go. DE GROOT: Go.
BLAIR: Piet.
- He is out of his mind. - Can he repair the leak?
Probably, if I don't kill him first.
Is this mechanical slave operable?
- Yes, sir, I believe it is. - Good.
Listen, uh, Sawyer's girl, Leila Kapehala,
I think she may have radiation poisoning.
No, that's impossible.
It's impossible. She's never even been down here.
Nevertheless, she has all the symptoms.
I suggest we run a thorough check
and find the source as soon as possible.
That girl is on her way to see a Dr. Gleason.
If he diagnoses it, the string could lead right back here.
And we don't know what Sawyer may have told her.
Leila, in your job, do you work with radium or x-rays?
No. Why?
What is it?
Leila, you've been exposed to radiation.
I'm afraid there may have been some damage.
Not to the baby.
Well, I can't really be certain of that until I run some more tests.
Leila, the fetus is terribly vulnerable.
There is a chance that the baby may have to be aborted.
No.
No, you're wrong.
I really want this baby.
Leila, listen to me.
Radiation poisoning is not only very dangerous to the baby,
it's very dangerous for you.
- My baby. - Please, Leila, sit down.
Let me make arrangements for the tests.
I'll be right back.
Nurse.
I want a sedative for Leila.
Five-0 office? This is Dr. Gleason.
I'd like to speak to Mr. McGarrett, please.
Yes, I'll hold.
McGarrett.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett, I got your warning notice this morning,
and I have a patient, a Leila Kapehala,
who is showing preliminary signs of radiation exposure.
Doctor, Leila's gone.
Uh, Mr. McGarrett, my nurse has just told me Leila has run away.
Run away?
- You mean just now? GLEASON [OVER PHONE]: Yeah.
Okay, doc.
I'll need an address and her description.
I'll get an APB out right away.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
No, I'm sorry, we have no record of a Raymond Sawyer.
And I can't remember anybody who looked like that man.
I see.
What about his girlfriend? A Leila Kapehala?
I understand she works here?
Well, uh, Miss Kapehala is a nice girl and a good worker when she's here.
But I don't know much about her private life.
This is her bench here.
Oh, the man in your picture, Sawyer.
Well, apparently, Miss Kapehala did know him.
Apparently.
Where is she now?
Well, I understand she called in sick.
She's a little casual about time clocks and schedules, heh.
She may very well be sick,
but it may equally well be an excuse for a picnic, some surfing.
You know these people.
Yes, perhaps a lot better than you do, Mr. Blair.
- Look, I didn't mean that to sound... McGARRETT: No, no, quite all right.
Would you mind having that picture of Sawyer posted?
Maybe some of your employees will remember seeing him.
Of course. I'll show you out.
No need. Thank you.
BLAIR: The underground air-conditioning system
was supposed to bypass the upper plant here.
But it looks like it made the connection right here by the filter.
Right next to Leila Kapehala's test bench.
Which means she's been breathing radioactive dust particles
for God knows how long.
Well,
I'll take care of that problem.
You'll have to take care of her.
- McGarrett. DANNY [OVER RADIO]: Steve.
We just got word. Grant Ormsbee is missing.
Missing?
Apparently, he was last seen in his lab before midnight last night.
Any leads?
We checked out every logical place he might be, came up empty.
I'm afraid that's not good enough on this one, Danno.
Ormsbee is much too important,
not only to the scientific community but to the country.
MAN: Negative on the university. You want more checks?
Yeah, okay.
I want every available H.P.D. Man on the street.
- Ormsbee must be found. - We're on it, Steve.
STEVE [OVER PHONE]: What about the Kapehala girl?
Oh, we struck out there too.
But Chin came up with an earlier personnel file on her.
Got an old home address. Her mother still lives there.
It's 1217 Old Kapuli Road.
- 1217? DANNY: Affirmative.
All right, I'll check it out myself, Danno. I'm not too far from there right now.
- Where shall I put it, sir? - Put it... What is it?
Um, Dr. Ormsbee, they're your cigars.
Why the hell didn't you say so? Open them.
[GRUNTS]
Light it. Light it.
Very good, Dolby, you're learning.
- Thank you. - Yes, sir.
- What happened? - There's been a shooting.
A girl by the name of Leila Kapehala.
Who shot her?
So far we've got no witnesses and no suspects.
- Lab team on their way? - Yes, sir. Also the ambulance.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Kapehala.
She was coming home to me and someone shot her.
They took everything.
Everything Leila sent me.
All of her letters,
all of the pictures of Leila with her man.
Her man? Is this the man?
She was gonna have a child.
She was gonna be married.
Everything good in life was happening.
[MRS. KAPEHALA SOBS]
Everything good.
GRAINGER [OVER PHONE]: Yes, Medical Components
is a division of our company.
Tell me, Mr. Grainger, do you have a Military Weapons Division
with a government contract to manufacture nuclear weapons?
The answer is yes.
We produce them, but under very tight government control.
Was the government planning to set up
a nuclear manufacturing facility here in the islands?
GRAINGER: Yes.
All the necessary machinery was shipped to Oahu,
and then we were stopped dead.
They changed the law and the project was scrubbed.
The equipment's still there, warehoused.
That's one of them.
- Sounds empty. - No way, she's too heavy.
Open it up.
WORKER: Rocks.
Yeah.
Washington has just informed me
that the French had a shipment of plutonium ripped off
less than six months ago.
Ironic, huh?
Only one of two countries
that didn't sign the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Pact.
Yeah, and there's more.
One of the observers at those tests, a man by the name of de Groot,
a representative of a civilian contractor,
he is now living in the islands.
Coincidence, huh?
CHIN HO: But isn't de Groot the production VP
at Medical Components?
The same.
I think we have all the pieces now, gentlemen.
Blair saw his chance, and he took it.
He hijacked his own company's machinery
from the warehouse.
De Groot supplied the stolen plutonium.
And now they're manufacturing nuclear devices.
- But, Steve, the risks are insane. - So are the profits.
Three of the dead men in that volcano were foreign buyers.
Now, Chadway, who used his Islands Sports Promotion as a cover,
was the salesman.
Sawyer was the scientific brains.
Now, when he died,
they needed a scientist to repair whatever went wrong,
so they kidnapped one.
Grant Ormsbee.
One thing's for sure, they're doing a hell of a job
keeping a nuclear manufacturing facility under wraps.
Under.
Under. That's it.
Any bets, gentlemen,
that the nuclear facility we're looking for is underground,
under Diamond Head?
Notify H.P.D. Let's go.
Everyone stay right where you are and no one will get hurt.
[SCREAMS]
McGARRETT: Where's Mr. Blair?
I don't know. I thought he was in there.
He told me not to disturb him.
McGARRETT: Open it.
Wait a minute.
What's this?
Give me that.
Follow me, come on.
BLAIR: You led us to believe you had the problem solved.
ORMSBEE: Solving it and correcting it
are two entirely different matters.
Are they? I think you're stalling.
Then, sir, I suggest you pluck some other physicist out of the dead of night
and have him repair your rinky-dink facili...
BLAIR: At least give us an estimate
of when you expect your work to be completed.
It's a simple question, doctor.
Well, those are the kind that best suit you, aren't they?
I don't have to take any more from you.
Just perhaps a rough idea?
Well, roughly,
I think that I can promise you gentlemen
at almost any moment now,
you're going to have some rather startling developments.
If you'll excuse me, please.
He's stalling, Donald.
ORMSBEE: What kept you? I was expecting you earlier.
- But I was here earlier, sir. ORMSBEE: Dolby.
DANNY [WHISPERS]: Get back.
Let's go.
You're all under arrest.
Come with me. Take him. Let's go.
Don't shoot. You're liable to hit that plutonium.
BLAIR: McGarrett.
Do you know what will happen if this goes over,
if these plutonium canisters logjam?
Massive radiation.
We'll all end up like those men in the volcano.
What about it, doctor?
- I'm figuring the odds. - Hold it.
Is that the way you wanna die?
BLAIR: You leave me no choice.
What are the odds, doctor?
Three or more of those canisters have to nest together
in order to trigger radiation.
I'd say the odds are about 5-to-1.
If that's the best we can do, we have no choice on it.
We're going in.
You stay here. And stay here, doctor.
Danno, let's go.
Don't let them nest together.
Keep them apart, keep them apart.
Don't let them nest together.
Keep them apart. That's right, push them. Right there.
Good, good.
Come out. Throw your weapons out.
Come out with your hands on your head.
Hold it right there.
Turn around. To H.P.D., on the double.
Okay, Danno.
Let's go.
McGarrett, I restructured this entire nuclear assembly system.
Now, they don't know it, but this thing works now.
They could build a warhead here.
There was no reason for this kind of frontal assault.
Doctor, for some naive reason,
there was concern on our part about your safety.
McGarrett, you simply can't resist the urge to play hero, can you?
Well, no serious damage done.
- We can't be sure of that. - What?
Well, you've been working with plutonium.
We can't be sure you're not suffering from at least a little radiation poisoning
until you're hospitalized and checked over thoroughly.
Are you mad?
I don't have the time
for an endless series of thoroughly unpleasant tests.
I've got to stay here, McGarrett.
I put this thing together. Now I've gotta dismantle it.
Chin, Duke, take him to the hospital and have him examined.
McGarrett, I have to stay here.
- You're under arrest. - What?
What do you mean, I'm under arrest? What's the charge?
- Conspiracy. - Conspiracy?
You just said you helped these people
restructure the entire nuclear system completely.
McGarrett, they kidnapped me. Now, I was here under duress.
All right, prove it. That will take a couple of days,
and that's all they need to examine you.
ORMSBEE: McGarrett... - Take him away, boys.
McGarrett, McGarrett.
You wait, McGarrett, until Admiral Gaines hears about this.
[ORMSBEE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Good.