Midnight.
That's Benny Jalor. He's dead.
I wish I could say I was sorry.
What time have you got?
Three-oh-one.
It's Steve McGarrett.
In a car with Benny Jalor?
He's still alive.
- Hey, here's Danny. - Where is he?
Passenger side, he's pinned in.
Steve?
Steve, it's Danny.
Just don't try to move.
Hang on.
Get on that door.
Danny, we've been through all this. They're all jammed.
It looks like we're gonna have to cut him out.
Okay, I'll get ready to flop it over.
Bring out the Carborundum saw.
- Get that signal turned down, will you? - Yes, sir.
- Get away from there. - Hey, it's news, Danny.
McGarrett in a car at 3 a.m. with Benny Jalor,
a car full of money in small bills.
- We're only doing our job. - Do it over there.
- Go. - But.
Danno?
Danno, is that you?
Take it easy, Steve.
What the hell happened?
We'll have you out as soon as we can.
I...
I can't feel anything.
I'll have them give you a shot.
I have no pain. I-
I can't feel anything.
Steve, we have to roll the car over.
It's the only way. We have to cut you out.
What-f?
What time is it, Danno?
Three-twenty.
L-- I was in the--
I was in the office at midnight.
We're ready, Danny.
It won't be long now, Steve.
I...
I know-- I know I was in the office at midnight, Danno.
I know I was in the office at midnight, Danno.
Eleven, F 1.
Did you get in touch with Doc?
He's on the way to Leahi Hospital.
Have one of the boys contact him.
Tell him Steve says he's got no feelings and he can't move.
Have him get any kind of specialists he needs to stand by.
Got it.
All right, cut it.
We'll have you out in a couple of minutes, Steve.
We better get the board.
Hold it. Hold it.
It's okay. Thank you.
Let's go. Let's go.
Easy. Easy.
Okay.
- How is he? - He's alive, Chin.
Here, take care of this.
Close off the whole area. The lab's here, Che is on his way.
Danny- Just stay where you are.
What shape is he in?
If you'll let us finish the examination, maybe we'll find out.
Ninety over thirty.
Steve, try and close your fists.
Your fists, Steve, try and close them.
Diagnosis, Doc?
Nothing certain at the moment, Mr. McGarrett.
Best guess?
You might as well level with him, George.
He'll hound you until you tell him.
All right.
What it looks like-- Now note, Mr. McGarrett,
I said it looks like.
--You may have an injury to your spinal cord.
What's next?
X-rays, spinal tap, dye injection, myelogram, then we'll see.
- How long will that take? - About two hours.
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.
What do you think, Doc?
Keep the faith, Dan.
Four-eight-four, code two. Eleven-eight, stand by.
Twelve-eight-four, clear. Eleven-eight, clear.
It's the real goods, not counterfeit.
X-ray results, Doc?
Negative, no damage that we n see.
What caused the paralysis?
Don't know yet.
Now what?
Spinal tap.
How's Steve, Danny?
I don't know, Chin.
They were gonna give him a spinal tap and x-rays when I left.
It'll be a couple of hours.
What's new here?
Haven't counted all the money yet, but it's well up in the thousands.
Have you had a chance to see whether the r
was wired or tampered with in any way?
Chick Kuniyoshi gave it the once-over, couldn't find anything.
What about the briefcase?
Got it in my car. I'll get it.
- Have you measured for skid marks? - There weren't any to measure.
They came from over there at a very high rate of speed,
flipped over, took out a signal and landed right here.
No skid marks at all?
None.
If anybody but Benny Jalor would have been driving,
you'd have to think he did it on purpose.
- Check it for prints? - Only on the outside.
Let's bust it open.
Looks like some kind of a code.
Handwriting looks like Steve's.
There's a difference between looking like Steve's and actually being his.
Wait a minute, Danny.
I'm not the enemy. I said it looks like it.
Let's find out.
Pantopaque, please.
- How much'? - Nine en's.
- I'm going to the office, Che. - Okay.
Meanwhile, I'll see that this whole thing gets to the police garage,
every nut, every bolt, every shard of glass, all of it.
Dye is moving well toward the feet.
Now the dye is moving well toward the neck.
Myelogram appears normal.
We'll take a picture right there.
That's it, Danno.
That's everything you've got so far?
Everything we know, you know.
Unless there's something,
something that you n remember you haven't told me.
It's fuzzy.
All I'm sure of is that I was bone weary.
I had a cup of coffee.
I left the office about 12.
Steve, let's take it step by step.
Can you remember going down the front stairs to the driveway?
No.
Yeah, I dropped my keys.
Or was that yesterday morning?
Was that this morning or yesterday morning?
I don't know, Danno. I--
I remember going out the front door. I went down the steps.
I crossed to the r. I remember unlocking the door.
I got in, I put the key in the ignition.
There was a sound, a hiss.
I turned the key over.
Nothing happened. The motor didn't turn over.
But there was a hissing sound.
No smell, just--
Just a hissing sound.
Danno...
...level with me.
Am I all right?
We don't know yet, Steve.
Get me the Honolulu Police Department,
Central Dispatch, please.
This is Williams, I wanna put out an all-points bulletin
on Steve McGarrett's car.
Black four-door sedan, you know the license number.
I want it found but not touched.
I'm in Room 115-C Leahi Hospital.
Reach me here when you find it. Thank you.
My car, Danno, how did I get from my car to Benny Jalor's?
I was out. I don't remember.
We'll find out.
You say I had--
They found 20 grand on me?
What else? Somebody set me up.
There's no break in the spinal cord, Mr. McGarrett.
Thank God.
Then why am I paralyzed, Doc?
Look at my hands.
L- I n-
I can move them.
Danno, I can move them.
You're right, Che. It's one of our old codes.
It hasn't been used for ten or 12 years.
It was used for top security details.
We'll need it decoded.
I'll need a clearance and the code book.
How long will it take?
I'll get clearance on the phone.
I'll have the code book here in ten minutes.
I'm curious about what it actually says myself.
Steve, they found your car parked and locked in Benny Jalor's driveway.
Oh, this is too well-planned a frame
for the car keys to be anyplace
but in my own coat.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm gonna take a look, Doc.
Well, there they are, my car keys.
And my car is parked in Benny Jalor's driveway.
Beautiful.
Steve, I didn't expect you up so soon.
Well, it looked worse than it was, Che.
What have you got?
Too much, maybe you'd better sit down.
- That bad, huh? - Worse.
You know Lieutenant Commander Smallitt?
For just about 15 years. How are you, George?
Hip-deep in an old code: 326 J.
Jaybird?
That code was retired just before Panmunjom.
Somebody's been using it.
- Who? - You, Steve.
You'd better give it to me in steps.
You were found with a briefcase in your hand.
Your prints on it along with Benny Jalor's.
The briefcase is common, no way to trace it, about five years old.
Still about $20,000 in the briefcase, and a notebook.
The one George is decoding.
The entries were all in your handwriting,
made with your desk pen.
The one the governor gave you when you took over Five-0.
Let me see that notebook.
My prints were all over it, huh?
Right.
Looks just like my handwriting, only it isn't.
I'd like to show you something, Steve.
Chin, would you pull the screen down, please?
The first one is a page from the notebook.
The second one is a note you gave me on the Simpson case.
The one on the left is from the notebook,
the one on the right, the Simpson case.
They're identical.
I never saw the one on the left before.
I don't doubt you.
Danno, you're an expert,
what would you say about the match-up?
In court, I'd have to say the entries were made by you.
Beautiful.
Che, what happened when you checked out my r?
Nothing.
You mean it turned right over? There was no evidence of gas?
No sign of it having been tampered with?
No sign of anything wrong.
George, what are you getting from the code in this book?
It's a record of deposits in a Swiss bank account.
Number 550-Zed-695.
The deposits go back three years, very methodical,
date and amount of deposits to the penny.
I did a quick tally of the amounts.
- Big numbers. - How much?
Two million two hundred thousand dollars.
Chin, start a call through to Interpol, Basel,
Inspector Carl- What's his name, Danno?
Albrecht.
We'll be back in the office by the time they get it through.
Che, is there any way of checking out the entries in this notebook?
Test the ink, see if they match up with the dates?
I can't, but Professor Parks at the university
has a new technique and the equipment.
Okay, Danno, get it over to him, will you?
Che, I want all the reports
and a complete copy of the decoded messages
in that notebook as soon as you n manage it.
No, correction, send them to Danno.
You don't send copies of the evidence to the suspect.
Che, make it fast, will you?
They've got the feathers ready and the tar is about to come to a boil.
Professor Parks is still working on the last four pages of the notebook,
but I figured you'd want to see these dates in now.
Every entry dates to the time it's supposed to have been made.
The noose is getting tighter. It's perfect.
Not a flaw in it.
We can forget about any local hoods.
A frame this ingenious is beyond them.
Somebody's been building this for at least three years.
Expert forgers,
all that money, why?
Who?
Yes, Jenny? Put him on.
Inspector Albrecht from Interpol, Basel.
Get Danno and Kono.
Yes, operator. This is Steve McGarrett.
And not only is the signature on the bank identification card yours,
but they also have a small photograph of you taken at the time.
Carl, how good is the likeness'?
Perfect. It's you, Steve.
And why shouldn't it be? You were here the day it was taken.
What was the date?
Eighteen August, 1968.
I looked at my records, we had dinner together that night.
He's right. I was there on that date.
At the international drug control conference
and we did have dinner.
Perfect down to the last detail.
Somebody spent an awful lot of time on this.
And money. Two million ain't a little bit.
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.
It's got to be Wo Fat.
He's the only man with the cunning, the resources
and the finances to build a frame like this.
- But why, Steve? - I don't know, sir.
But we have to find out. He's gone to too much effort.
And we can't forget that Wo Fat picked the time of this accident.
He could have done it a year ago, three months ago, but he didn't.
He picked this time.
Now I'd say something's about to happen.
But what, Steve?
Could you check with Washington and see if they're aware of anything?
It's 2 in the morning in Washington.
We're gonna wake somebody up.
May, get me Jonathan Kaye in Washington, please.
Yeah, I know. Call his office at the Pentagon.
They'll track him down.
And I want the call on the scrambler, please.
We may have an angle
if we can be sure I was supposed to survive this accident.
The doctors tell me I was subjected
to only a minimal dosage of the nerve gas.
They strapped me in, but there was no seat belt on Benny.
So we're guessing I was supposed to survive.
I follow you, but I'm not sure where that leaves us.
Danno, go ahead, will you?
We know Wo Fat, his patterns, his attitudes.
If we assume Steve was supposed to live through the accident,
then we can make a pretty good guess at what Wo Fat expects to happen.
Now he's got to think that we'll drop everything else
and work on clearing Steve.
Which means a distraction.
Why?
He built this frame-up. He didn't miss a detail.
He's sure that I could dig forever
and never find a flaw in it and he's right.
So, what do we do?
What he doesn't expect.
Have you distributed the governor's statement?
- Yeah. - Is it working?
Like hungry dogs after red meat.
Now, you've all read my statement.
I've suspended Steve McGarrett
and relieved him of all duties with Five-0,
pending a complete investigation.
You have my release. And that's the full statement.
How did McGarrett explain that black leather notebook?
It was taken to the police lab immediately after the accident.
As far as I know it's still there.
What about him being in a r with Benny Jalor?
Yeah, what about that?
Mr. McGarrett's statement
was that a device was attached to his r ignition
and that when it was turned on, it emitted a nerve gas.
And that's all there is to it.
But governor I have a source that tells me
that H.P.D. couldn't find the nerve gas device on McGarrett's car
nor could they find any evidence of one ever being there.
- That's correct. - How about that?
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.
I wish it were so.
Any further comment, McGarrett?
Yeah. Aloha.
Is this a special service for cops? 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.
I've already contacted the Swiss bank, the moneys waiting.
Does that mean Hawaii will have to extradite you to come back?
Well, let me put it this way, gentlemen.
Millionaires have a way of avoiding such discomforts.
Danno. Kono.
How does it feel--?
Follow him to Los Angeles, then phone me.
He's crossing to the lntenational Departure Building.
He'll board the polar flight to London.
Come back to Honolulu on the next flight.
Chow Lee, after you've seen McGarrett's plane take off.
Mr. McGarrett.
Welcome. Be seated.
I'll get the money.
Thank you.
We have complied with your wishes.
Everything is prepared as you asked.
Now, this is not, of course, the most unusual request we've ever had.
But, sir, permit me to caution you that the sum of money you will have
is no longer under the bank's protection
once you have taken possession of it.
You do understand, sir?
All is in order, sir.
I suggest you count it.
Well, I'll be damned.
Mr. McGarrett?
Don't shoot.
Who are you?
Rip van Winkle.
Rip van...
War...
Ninety seconds.
Buy 90...
...seconds.
Ninety.
Carl? Carl?
It was agreed that your men would not shoot no matter what happened.
It wasn't any of our people, Steve. It was one of the bank guards.
Carl...
How long can we keep these witnesses incommunicado?
Not long.
I know we must preserve secrecy,
but legally, the most we n hold them is a few hours.
Well, then we've got to figure a stall.
If there were a medical reason for quarantine,
we could hold them here for 48 hours.
Then find a medical reason. We need time.
Hand me that bag, please.
- Wo Fat. - Hold it.
Was Wo Fat the man?
Wo Fat bought my soul
for 90 seconds.
Please tell Claudine, 277.
Please tell Claudine.
All right, you can take him.
- Will you, Carl? - Yes, I'll find her.
I'm gonna ride in the ambulance in case he regains consciousness.
Luther?
You're not Luther.
You're McGarrett.
He's been shot. His condition is critical.
Please come in.
It's the end of the world, isn't it?
The doctors are doing all that can be done for him.
Did he ever mention a man by the name of Wo Fat to you?
Wo Fat gave him to me.
- He didn't intend to, but he did. - How?
He was a spy for his own country and for the Chinese.
- His country? - He's English.
He was a double agent. He was working for both sides.
- You're sure of that? - Yes.
They both suspected it, but neither could prove it.
Besides, his information was very valuable to both sides.
What was his association with We Fat'?
Wo Fat sent for him.
And when he came to Peking, they entered some arrangement,
I don't know what it was, it must have been enormous.
It meant going into surgery.
Not once, but many times.
Bones altered, cartilage removed, replaced.
Bandages, he hated the bandages.
And for more than one year he practiced your handwriting.
Until finally, finally Wo Fat was satisfied that Luther was you.
Then...
Then it became time for him to come to Switzerland,
have his picture taken and deposit the money.
But by then he knew that when that was done, he was done.
There was a man, an assassin, with him all the time to kill him.
When the time me, Luther killed him and escaped to me.
Wo Fat had his agents crisscrossing the place
where we were hiding in the south of France,
but Luther never went out.
He talked to me, I was his.
I waited for him to truly be mine.
But Luther...
Luther was waiting for Wo Fat to spring his trap on you
and then before you could move he would get the money.
Then Luther knew about the plan.
Did he ever tell you what it was?
No.
He knew that Wo Fat needed 90 seconds of time
and to get them he had to remove one barricade, McGarrett.
I suppose Luther planned to have his face changed again
and disappear once he had the money?
Yes.
And then I would have been no use to him anymore.
I would have been alone again, that was his way.
Claudine?
The champagne is still on ice, Luther.
Could you tell us apart?
Yes.
I love you, Claudine.
Even at the last, he lied.
He never really loved me.
Never really.
Finished?
Just beginning.