Hawaii Five-0

Well, shall we look into Mr. Hennesy?

Aah!

Looks like he went for a morning swim

and just didn't make it.

Wrong. Hennesy couldn't swim.

Cocoon.

Cocoon.

Baffling, eh?

Very.

Eyes, ears, and nose sealed with the stuff.

- Aim. - Pull.

- Aim. - Pull.

The man you shot in Hennesy's apartment

is a Red Chinese agent.

Okay, let there be light, huh?

What was Hennesy doing?

What was he working on that got him killed?

Intelligence.

Book him.

Wait a minute! You can't do that.

Book him!

Hennesy's dead.

He was murdered.

As far as we know,

you were the last one to see him alive.

Now I want some straight answers

to some simple questions.

Want to talk a deal now?

I got to get aboard somehow, captain.

I'll talk to McAngus.

He can, uh...

Well, he can always use a good man.

Okay, chow down.

We'll bust this bugger loose after lunch.

I got to see the man, Mildred.

The man wants to see you. Go right in, Mr. McGarrett.

Steve! Cablegram from Illinois

just came up from the Attorney General's office.

Sit down, Steve.

Want to get writer's cramp? Run for Governor.

What's the get-up for?

Well, sir...

don't tell me.

Keep those work clothes handy.

You may need them on your next job.

Don't you ever work through channels?

Who blew the whistle... Brent?

Loud and clear.

Governor, I've tried to work

with local intelligence from the beginning.

Brent threw me out. Now, why?

Because it's big, that's why.

We've had big ones before,

but this time all I get is smoke.

Why? You tell me.

McGarrett, this is an important state.

It's our nation's extended finger

into the Pacific,

the ocean where two-thirds...

two of the three billion persons on earth...

meet and touch.

As Governor, I can't have a man

who blows his stack, manhandles people,

and sets himself above the law.

I can't, and I won't.

Sir, take a look at this.

Anderson is one of the agents I mentioned to you,

one of the five listed as "accidental death."

"Confirm. Gutta-percha, lashes,

hair follicles."

You were right.

Yes, sir,

and if we exhume the bodies of Stanton, Burke, Brubaker,

we find exactly the same evidence.

What we're dealing with here, sir, is murder... mass murder.

Now about these work clothes

that I'll be using on my next job...

At 6:00 this morning,

I went aboard an old rust bucket

tied up at pier 39... the Arcturus.

It's Iranian registry, but the crew's Chinese.

The security aboard is like Fort Knox.

Now, in number two hold of that old rust bucket,

I uncovered something

out of "Captain Midnight's 25th century"...

absolutely terrifying.

It looked like some kind of a giant Cocoon.

Exactly what it is I've uncovered, I don't know,

but it's hot.

I think it's too hot for Five-O to handle alone.

Maybe too hot for any local agency.

Maybe. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir?

Come in, please.

I want you to put a hot line call through

to a Mr. Jonathan Kaye,

chief of Pacific Operations, counterintelligence,

offices in the Pentagon, Washington, D.C.

Aloha, Jonathan.

Governor.

I never expected anything short of dynamite

to get you out from behind that desk at the Pentagon.

Nothing short of dynamite could.

Quite a bomb you delivered, Steve. Good job.

Thank you, sir.

May I offer you gentlemen a little something?

Pass.

All right. Let's get down to work.

Steve, besides your discovery of the Gutta-percha,

every agent that died had one other thing in common.

They all talked.

Talked?

They talked, Steve,

all five of them...

tested men of absolute dedication.

Before they died, they spilled their guts...

every code, every contact, every scrap of information.

It doesn't add up.

I knew Hennesy. He was tough.

He didn't have a mark on him.

From the time he was last seen

till he was discovered on the beach

was less than 12 hours.

Nobody could make Hennesy talk in 12 hours.

They did.

For some time now,

we've suspected that the Chinese Reds

had some kind of a brain drain,

a doomsday weapon.

The Cocoon.

Mm-hmm.

Doomsday weapon.

How does a thing like that work?

Well, from what you've uncovered,

my brain boys have come up with a theory,

but that's all it is.

So far all we can state with certainty

is we know what Chinese intelligence is after.

Control.

Control... the one man who knows every brick

in the Pacific Asiatic security wall.

If they capture control,

that wall could be toppled overnight.

It could be.

Have any of the agents taken so far...

compartmentalization...

the basic rule of espionage, Governor.

No one individual is allowed to know more

than is absolutely essential to the execution

of his particular operation.

So far what they've managed to do is smash through

from one airtight compartment to the next,

but they haven't been smashing through laterally.

No, with the help of the brain drain,

they've been able to break through vertically,

and each agent drained has led them a step closer

and led them ultimately here to Hawaii.

Is, uh, is control in Hawaii?

Well, this is all very interesting,

but it so happens I have a state to run,

so if you'll excuse me.

Jonathan, good seeing you again.

My pleasure, Governor.

Good luck to you, Steve.

Thank you, sir.

Well, is control in Hawaii?

He was.

If we found them before they uncovered control,

why don't we smash them?

What are we waiting for?

We have a plan, Steve.

Go ahead.

To bring it off, we need a man,

a special type man... unbreakable...

a man who refuses to be beaten.

Then we take this man, and we stake him out...

bait, like a lamb in tiger country.

If we win,

we turn the doomsday weapon on the enemy,

befuddle and route their intelligence.

If we lose...

Uh, this, um, this lamb...

You, uh, you got somebody in mind?

Mm-hmm.

You.

Well, let's see your plan.

Dr. Bernard, would you come in, please?

Thank you.

Dr. Bernard, I'd like you to meet Steve McGarrett.

I've been reading about you, Mr. McGarrett.

Your service record

makes quite interesting reading...

"rebel, brilliant operator,

"hardhead, organizational misfit,

"brilliant operator,

flies by the seat of his pants."

Couple of field promotions,

couple of presidential citations.

How's your memory training?

Still good.