Hawaii Five-O

Room 702.

Oren here.

Our friend arrived from Hong Kong on schedule.

In the copter now.

About five minutes.

Good.

The helicopter arrives in minutes.

I'll get an ambulance.

Forget it. Get him in the car.

Anything?

I'm just starting.

From the angle, it came from somewhere up there.

Kono's checking it out.

Get the story here, danno.

A man is shot, wounded, maybe killed,

and you don't notify Honolulu police or five-o.

Why?

I'm sorry. I'm not authorized to tell you anything.

Not authorized?

I'm under orders to say nothing about the incident.

Whose orders?

All right, never mind.

I know who, and I think I know where to find him.

Get me Mr. Kavanaugh at the Honolulu general hospital.

Hold it right there, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Get me kavanaugh, and get him fast.

Good morning, mcgarrett.

Good to see you again.

Mr. Kavanaugh, drop the glad hand.

Why the freeze-out at the heliport?

Just a little accident.

You don't expect me to buy that, do you?

Try.

Not a chance.

Hey, mcgarrett,

back off.

This does not concern five-o.

Is that right?

That's right.

Since you're still new out here, Mr. Kavanaugh,

maybe nobody's told you

that not even United States intelligence

can cover up a shootout and tell me it's none of my business.

Now, I want to know what's going on,

and I want to know now.

All right, mcgarrett.

His name is Shepard.

He's a British subject.

He spent the last 10 years in red China.

He's a freelance newspaper reporter,

among other things.

Meaning he was working for you.

For the last couple of years.

Sounds like amateur talent.

I wish I had a few more just like him.

He dug us up a map showing the exact location

of every missile silo red China has built

or is planning on building.

And he was bringing it here?

And he was bringing it here.

Obviously some Chinese agent found out and tried to kill him.

Waiting for him to tell you

how he was carrying the information, huh?

We know how he was carrying the information.

What's the problem?

The map is here.

He memorized it. It's all in his head.

Yes?

Dr. Forbes wants to see you in his office right away.

Tell him I'll be right there.

He'll be right there.

Thank you.

Shepard is still alive.

Did he talk?

He's still in a coma.

We must make certain that he never regains consciousness.

The whole wing of the hospital's been sealed off.

We'd never get to him.

Then we shall have to find a less conventional way

of disposing of Mr. Shepard,

shan't we?

Though the bullet didn't actually penetrate the skull,

it did crease it, so to speak,

causing this severe lineal fracture,

which explains the coma he's in.

In itself, the fracture's not necessarily serious,

but there's a distinct possibility

Mr. Shepard has sustained a brain contusion,

which is causing intracranial hemorrhaging.

I think we'd better find out.

How?

A cerebral angiogram is a possibility.

The one sure way to know is surgery.

Isn't that pretty risky?

It's hardly relevant

if it's the one way to save the man's life.

What are his chances?

I'm not in the habit of quoting odds, Mr. Kavanaugh.

Tell me this... is it possible

he'll regain consciousness without an operation?

It's unlikely.

Is it possible?

Yes.

Then we'll wait.

The longer surgery's...

I said we'll wait, doctor.

Then I must tell you I can't accept any responsibility

for what may happen.

No one's asking you to.

Kavanaugh?

What?

What about the guy who shot Shepard?

What about him?

It's five-o's job to find him.

Be my guest.

You're not interested?

No. There are 800 million Chinese reds.

One of them shot Shepard. That's good enough for me.

I got other problems.

Yeah.

Such as how the Chinese knew about Shepard, for instance.

Has it ever occurred to you, Mr. Kavanaugh,

that somewhere along the line

your outfit has sprung a security leak?

Yes, mcgarrett, it has occurred to me,

and it is my guess that Shepard did something

to blow his own cover...

amateurs usually do.

But your men picked up Shepard

at Honolulu airport and ferried him

by chopper to the heliport.

Look, mcgarrett, he blew his own cover,

and any enemy agent watching the airport

would have seen our copter pick him up.

Well, I'm sure that he'll apologize to you

for any inconvenience he caused you, Mr. Kavanaugh...

If he ever gets the chance.

I'll pick you up in about an hour, darling.

Okay, mom.

Oh...

Your girl's getting to be

a fine little sailor, Mrs. Forbes.

Thank you.

How is he now?

Kavanaugh...

If you don't let me operate immediately,

you better find yourself another doctor.

Hold it, Forbes. Hold it, please.

Nurse, do you mind?

This is too big, it's too important

for me to decide whether you should operate or not.

Maybe I should, but I'm not.

Then who is?

Washington.

Jonathan Kay, chief of the pacific area.

I'll have word for you within the hour.

Kavanaugh...

one hour, Forbes. That's it.

Doctor, for you.

Hello.

David, come home right away.

Janet, what is it?

Don't ask questions, just get home.

Janet? Janet?

I assure you, doctor, as I've already assured Mrs. Forbes...

your daughter has not been harmed,

nor will she be, unless, of course...

Unless what?

David.

What kind of man are you

to involve innocent people in a thing like this?

A 9-year-old child!

What you refer to rather contemptuously

as 'a thing like this'

may well become a question of my country's survival.

If my methods of pursuing that end revolt you, so be it.

I'm not interested in winning your approval, doctor...

only your cooperation.

As for the child,

she is, as you say, innocent,

but so is any weapon that a man may choose to use,

whether a bomb, a gun...

Or a scalpel.

What are you getting at?

I feel you're being deliberately obtuse, doctor.

I want Mr. Shepard dead.

You're appalled, and understandably so.

But, uh, consider the alternatives.

If Mr. Shepard dies without regaining consciousness,

your child will be returned to you unharmed.

On the other hand,

if you don't agree with the terms...

won't pay the ransom, so to speak... well, then...

No!

No.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Forbes,

but I'm just as much a victim of this situation

as you, your husband, and the child.

I know a little about your particular discipline, doctor.

Brain surgery is such a delicate matter.