Hawaii Five-O

Ready, sir.

Ready. Ha ha.

Get on with it.

Get on with it, Wo Fat.

Get him.

Immersion time... 3 hours, 54 minutes.

About average for a very stubborn man.

Well, shall we look into Mr. Hennesy?

Get on with it.

Aah!

Dispatch calling Five-O. Dispatch calling Five-O.

Five-O. Go ahead.

Intelligence notified as requested, sir.

Okay.

Soon as we checked his papers and saw he was intelligence,

we put out a hot line for Five-O.

That's the way we found him, sir.

We didn't touch a thing.

I found this down the beach about 50 yards...

watch, wallet, clothes.

Nothing missing. Everything neatly folded.

Looks like he went for a morning swim

and just didn't make it.

Wrong. Hennesy couldn't swim.

You knew him?

Yeah, I knew him.

All right,

I want an autopsy report immediately.

Tell doc that I want a fine-tooth comb job.

He's working on a homicide.

Such a nice man.

Such a nice man.

If there's any further information I can give you...

We always cooperate.

We never have any trouble with the police in my place...

thank you very much.

"Cocoon."

"Cocoon."

Aah!

Open up in there!

Open up in there!

Intelligence to the rescue, huh?

You all right?

Yeah.

What happened, Steve?

Him or me.

What was he doing in Hennesy's apartment?

Same thing we are... looking.

We got a hysterical landlady downstairs yelling "cop."

I was just about to do the same thing.

It's McGarrett.

I'm at 26 Kalea Road, apartment 204.

Tell the coroner to send a wagon.

Yeah, it has been a busy morning.

Just one John Doe.

No, no identification whatsoever.

I want a print man and a photographer,

and I want them here on the double.

Good. Thank you.

Well, thank you for your help, McGarrett.

Intelligence will take over from here.

Is that an order?

Everybody knows that Steve McGarrett

only takes orders from the governor and god,

and occasionally, even they have trouble.

Five-O and intelligence have worked together before, Brent.

Always ready to cooperate. Right now I want it.

All yours.

I'll hold off while you sweep it clean.

But make no mistake about it...

nobody backs me off a homicide on my beat.

Homicide? Can you prove it?

I will. By the way, what was Hennesy working on?

Routine.

Routine? That figures.

Believe me, that's no way to handle McGarrett.

Oh, forget McGarrett.

You check in here. I'll take the other room.

Sam says you want to see me.

Yeah, come on in.

I got a list of names from the landlady.

Nosy old biddy.

I don't think many people

got in and out of Hennesy's apartment

without her spotting them.

Lots of chicks.

No, nothing serious.

Hennesy was too good an operator for that.

Last night he had dinner in his apartment

with a Rosemary Quong,

graduate student, university of Hawaii.

Check 'em out good, all of them,

especially the Quong girl.

Will do.

This fellow of yours... Hennesy...

he must have been quite a guy.

Yeah, he was quite a guy.

He hated this island paradise he was assigned to,

one of those redheads who got sunburned

walking to the grocery store.

That's why he never learned to swim.

We seem to be working

a street full of dead ends, Kono,

so anything you can come up with, huh?

Will do.

I was right, you know. Absolutely right.

No question about it whatever.

Cause of death... asphyxiation under fluid,

commonly called "drowning."

Okay, doc, you were right. You're always right.

Now what do you got?

Take a look.

Doc, just this once, can we skip the games, huh?

Take a look.

The eyes.

Now?

Yeah, beads of white stuff, right?

Yes, that's right. Beads of white stuff.

Excuse me.

Police lab on the phone for you, Mr. McGarrett.

Use that phone over there.

McGarrett.

No make on the prints, huh? That figures.

Did you run that set of dupe prints off

as I asked?

Good. I'm on my way to intelligence.

Get that set of prints over there for me

right away, will you? Fine.

White stuff...

Trade name... Gutta-percha.

Gutta-percha?

Ever been to a dentist, have a temporary filling?

White stuff the dentists use,

a strong sealing substance

with a slight eucalyptus taste to it.

Gutta-percha.

Gutta-percha.

While you're trying to figure that one out,

here's something else you can chew on.

I found the residuals

of that same sealing substance

in the hair follicles of the nose

and of the ears.

That's terrifying.

Very.

Baffling.

Very.

Eyes, ears, and nose sealed with this stuff.

Why?

When you find out,

tell me.

Can I have that, doc?

Thank you.

You're suggesting

that the man who rifled Hennesy's apartment

was a foreign agent.

I'm not suggesting anything,

except intelligence check those prints out

against their files.

All right. Will do.

I'll hear from you then?

Absolutely.

Oh, by the way,

we've made arrangements for Hennesy's burial

tomorrow afternoon

at the National Memorial cemetery.

Kind of fast, isn't it?

Hennesy had no family, no reason for a delay.

It's a funny thing.

I'm used to intelligence playing it cool, really cool,

but you seem more interested in a quiet funeral

than in finding out who killed your man.

You go ahead and think what you like, McGarrett.

Thanks. I usually do.

Steve...

Yeah?

You will be there tomorrow?

I'll be there.

I keep telling you

that's no way to handle Steve McGarrett.

What do you suggest?

Level with him.

Tell McGarrett?

Hennesy was a friend of his.

That's a big word to McGarrett.

I know what I'm talking about.

McGarrett won't give up.

If he comes up with a decent lead,

he could blow this thing wide open.

And you suggest...

I do.

Then forget it, and that's an order.

Where are you going?

To pour some cold buttermilk on my hot ulcer.

Miller.

I can't let McGarrett in on this.

Not this. I don't dare.

You don't dare let him in,

and I don't dare keep him out.

Your decision.