Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 15 - Hookman - full transcript
A police officer is shot while moonlighting as a funeral escort and the only clue is a shell casing that has his name engraved on it. A few days later another officer, who happened to be the former partner of the first officer, is shot and killed during a shootout. At first it is thought that the officer was killed by the criminal, but when they figure out that the officer was shot from a higher elevation and a shell casing with that officer's name found where the shot was fired, McGarrett begins to suspect that both officers were targeted by the same man. Also, a few days later someone takes a shot at Steve he figures out that the killer is Curt Stoner, who blamed the two officers as well as Steve's dad and Duke for the loss of his hands in an attempted bank robbery. Unfortunately, Duke is shot and seriously wounded by Stoner, and because Steve's father is dead is now targeting the younger McGarrett.
Heard it was a police officer.
He was a H.P.D. solo bike officer
who was on funeral detail,
Officer Keoki.
- Ben Keoki?
- I think so.
What, you know him?
Yeah, he lived in the corner house
on my block.
He and my dad were very close.
He was basically an uncle to me.
I'm sorry, man.
With Keoki,
the job was never about ego.
I don't think he ever took
a promotional exam.
- He just wanted to be a good cop.
- Sounds like he was a solid guy.
Yeah.
- Hey.
- What'd you find?
Look at this.
Tripod imprint, dirt's been disturbed,
boot impressions.
I'd say this was a sniper's
hide site.
Kono.
Do we know whose funeral it was?
I mean, maybe this guy's got
a beef with the family
- and Keoki just gets hit by a stray.
- I don't think so.
I found this in the area
where our guy took his shot.
The shooter engraved
a bullet casing with Keoki's name on it.
What kind of sick bastard
shoots a cop in cold blood?
Somebody with a serious grudge.
When we rode together,
Keoki never wanted to drive.
He always had me take the wheel.
He said he couldn't focus
on what was happening on the streets
if he had to worry about traffic lights.
- Brother had me fooled.
- How's that?
We were partners for two years
before I figured out he couldn't drive.
I found out he got his cousin
at the DMV to issue him a license
without having to take
the driving portion of the test.
It was your father that taught him
how to drive. On weekends.
Motorcycles too, when he decided
he wanted to be a motor officer.
Imagine that, Ben managing
to get into the academy
and onto the force
without the ability to drive a car.
That's how much
he wanted to be a cop.
Keoki ever have any run-ins?
You think this was a revenge hit?
Maybe.
We have to look at every angle.
We pushed it hard back then,
shook a lot of people,
made a ton of arrests,
but we were just street cops.
Domestics, drug pops.
Take your time.
Oh, believe me, I know
I shouldn't say this, commander,
but if I knew who was responsible,
I'd get him myself.
I get it. We all feel it.
Something like this, we all feel it.
I'm old-school.
You hurt one of mine, I hurt you back.
Troy, I'm gonna ask you a question,
all right?
Did Ben ever have
any money troubles?
Could he have borrowed
from the wrong people?
Ben didn't have a hell of a lot,
but he didn't owe anybody.
Keoki had too much pride
to take a loan from anyone.
All right, Troy, listen to me, all right?
We're gonna get this guy,
understand me?
But until we do, I need you
to stand down and let us handle it.
You remind me
a lot of your old man, Steve.
I trusted him. I trust you.
From these aerial shots
of the cemetery,
you can see our shooter
took a position of advantage
with maximum cover and just waited
for the procession to pull in.
So this guy's a pro.
He must've scouted this kill site
days before.
It was a hell of a shot. Bull's-eye
from almost 200 yards away.
Why kill him in a public place
like a cemetery?
- He wanted the headlines.
- So who is this guy? Mob? Military?
Chin, contact the FBI. Have them
pull intel on all known suspects
- with a similar MO.
- Yeah.
Should also check Keoki's
past arrest stats.
Maybe this is a parolee
who's got a grudge
- who was just recently discharged.
- You think he's gonna kill again?
This is the sniper's personal
calling card, okay?
The fact that he left this
tells me two things.
First of all, he's claiming
full responsibility for this.
Second of all,
he's getting off on it, okay?
So the question is not
whether he's gonna kill again.
The question is, how many people
are on the list?
Fong, get any prints
off that rifle casing?
Nothing. Either the sniper wiped it
down before he left the cemetery,
or he was wearing gloves.
Here, take a look at this.
Found something interesting
about the engraving.
The lettering is slightly irregular,
which means it was done by hand
and not by some locked-off
engraving machine.
Probably using something like this.
Okay, so he's old-school.
- How do we ID him?
- Well, the lettering is pretty distinct.
Most people write the letter O
top to bottom, like this.
Which you can tell
by the intersecting lines at the top.
Right. But in the case
of our shooter...
His "O" is written
from bottom to top.
That's what we call a unique identifier.
I'm running the sample through the
FBI Ransom and Demands database
for a possible match
to other similar criminal cases,
- but it's gonna take time.
- How long?
It could take days.
We don't have that kind of time.
Someone's out there killing cops.
A better lead
might be the casing itself.
Kono, that specific caliber rifle is used
in hundreds of different weapons.
True. But this doesn't look
like your typical bullet casing.
This thing is highly polished.
It looks like it's had some aftermarket
modifications to its coloring.
What does that tell us?
The shooter really knows his ammo
and his physics.
Any alteration will affect
not only how the cartridge fits
into the firing chamber
but its flight path, as well.
It's very specific. It's engineered.
I'm thinking I need to find a gunsmith
that specializes in custom loads.
You trying to put me out of a job,
Kono?
Heh. And what,
miss seeing you smile? No way.
- Thanks a lot. See you around.
- Happy I could help.
You a cop? Huh?
Because by law,
you gotta tell me if I ask.
I'm not a cop.
That's exactly what I would say.
If I was a cop.
- We gonna do this or not?
- I'm here, right?
That's it? A rifle?
That'd be a great idea
if I was hunting bear in Montana.
I was told you wanted something
untraceable and something fast.
Fast and untraceable does not mean
"some assembly will be required."
- Well, this is all I got.
- It's supposed to be for my protection.
How am I supposed to protect myself
or my product
if I can't even put that
up under my shirt?
This is better. This eliminates threats
before they make it through your door.
Yeah, but it creates
a lot of exposure.
Well, maybe you don't wanna play
with big-boy weapons.
I'll take it.
Watch closely how I put it together.
Damn, what the hell happened
to your hands?
I cut myself shaving.
Now pay attention.
Pull the receiver out of the case.
Flip the stock open till it clicks.
Line up the barrel.
Gas tube in the hole.
Put the hand guard
on top of the barrel.
Push the pin through.
Pull the lever over the pin.
Take the clip and then...
And it's bang-bang time.
Bang, bang.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Keoki had a lot of friends, huh?
- Yep. Good men always do.
What about family?
He got a big family?
Keoki's wife walked out on him
when I was a kid.
Ben, he was such an optimist,
you know, he used to...
He used to set a place for her
at the dinner table every night.
Even kept the porch light on in case
she changed her mind, you know.
But she never did.
She didn't come back.
- They have kids?
- A daughter.
Chelsea.
She was the same age as me.
We were pretty tight, actually,
back then.
We should try to contact her, see--
She died four years ago
of breast cancer.
Oh, wow.
I was deployed overseas
when I heard and, um... Ahem.
I was gonna look Keoki up
when I came back,
know what I mean?
Convey my condolences,
make sure he was doing okay,
just check on him, but...
Time slips away, Danny.
It just-- It disappears,
and I don't know, I waited too long.
No, stop, please.
Okay, you got busy. People get busy.
That is part of the job.
Guaranteed, Keoki knew that.
He also knew
that you cared about him, okay?
Yeah.
Kono, what do you got?
H.P.D. thinks they have
the sniper's house pinned
over by Ala Moana Park.
They're mobilizing now.
Got an anonymous call that Keoki's
killer was hiding at this address
and sitting on a huge stash
of methamphetamine.
Started shooting
as soon as we arrived.
- We clear the area?
- Working on it.
- We got an ID on this guy?
- Utilities come to a Don McKinney.
Came to the islands two years ago.
Been nothing but trouble since.
This guy have any run-ins
with Keoki?
None that we're aware of.
That's what doesn't make sense.
Hold your fire. H.P.D., hold your fire.
McKinney, this is Lieutenant
Commander Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
Throw your gun out.
Excuse me, did you think
that was gonna work, or what?
- Maybe he didn't hear me
Yeah, maybe he didn't--
McKinney, this is
Commander Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
Throw your gun out.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- What?
If you wanna get shot, I'll shoot you.
- Hey, McKinney!
- Would you stop?
- You come out or we're coming in.
- The door's wide open, cop!
What are you doing?
I'm gonna smoke him out.
Okay, Steve, stop.
Okay? SWAT is on their way
right now.
Can we please give them
the professional courtesy they deserve
- and let them do their job?
- You done'?
- I'm done. Why?
- Cover me.
Go, go!
Cover.
- Hey!
- What?
Know the difference
between cover and concealment?
One hides you from bullets, the other
hides you from sight. I have both.
I know the difference
between cover and concealment.
You do? Because right now,
you, the Navy SEAL, you got neither.
Time to make the donuts, pigs!
- What?! You can't mess with me!
- Hey, McKinney.
- You okay?
- Of course I'm okay,
because I took cover.
Like any normal human
with common sense and training
would have.
That's a .308 DRD Paratus
sniper rifle.
So, what, this uses
the same caliber ammo
- we found at our crime scene, right?
- Right.
But what?
You don't think this is our shooter.
This guy, he's a bottom-feeder
pushing ice to dope fiends.
You saw him shoot.
He couldn't hit the side of a barn.
Whoever took Keoki out
was a skilled sniper.
I got an officer down.
I need an ambulance, now!
- McKinney must've hit him.
- Troy, Troy.
Troy, hang on.
Where's that ambulance?
Commander McGarrett?
May I speak with you for a moment?
- You find something?
- I'm afraid so.
The shooting incident described
by Sergeant Lukela
indicated that the killer was shooting
from ground level, correct?
Yeah, he was 25 yards away
from the house,
in front of that black-and-white,
when he was hit.
Well, then,
my observations contradict that.
Based on the entry
and exit wounds of Officer Ookala,
I can ascertain that
he was shot from a higher angle,
- definitely not ground level.
- Okay, how high?
Higher than the window your suspect,
McKinney, was shooting from.
So McKinney didn't shoot him.
- It appears not.
- All right.
The shooter could've
got a sight line
from any one of these buildings
around here.
- Right.
- We need Fong down here
to tell us
where that bullet came from.
Here's your point of origin.
The victim was standing
right about here when he was shot.
Now I just need the trajectory
of the victim's entrance wound.
I believe the bullet entered
the victim's body
- at a downward angle of 20 degrees.
- Twenty degrees? Got it.
The sniper took the shot
from the corner of that rooftop.
Ookala.
Okay, so our sniper must've known
he would've been one
of the uniforms to respond.
And he must've been monitoring
police frequencies using a scanner.
Wouldn't have been hard to figure out
which car Ookala was assigned to.
We traced the 911 call
that tipped H.P.D. to McKinney's place.
Turns out it was a prepaid burner.
According to Narco,
chatter on the street was McKinney
was in the market for a weapon.
- We know why?
- One Cl said
he wanted it for protection
because two weeks ago,
he got rolled during an ice deal.
Okay, so McKinney is desperately
in need of a weapon,
our sniper gets wind of this,
hooks him up,
then he lures Ookala here
so he can put one in him.
We have to find a connection between
our shooter, Ookala and Keoki.
It's the only way we'll be able
to protect whoever else is on that list.
I'll get H.P.D. to cross-reference
Keoki and Ookala's past cases,
looking for anomalies.
It's gonna take some time.
These guys got 25 years on the job.
That's a lot of cases.
Those are just the cases
where Keoki and Ookala
were the primary arresting officers.
If you factor in the ones where they
were backup, it would be double that.
Put every available unit on this.
We can't waste time.
This guy's killing cops.
- Yeah.
- McGarrett.
Yes, governor.
I'll be right there.
That was Governor Denning.
He wants to be briefed.
He's holding a press conference
in one hour.
In two hours they'll chop our heads off
because we haven't caught this guy.
What are you gonna tell him?
I'm gonna tell him
that we positively lD'd our sniper.
I am doing my level best
to assure the Bureau of Tourism
that the situation's under control.
But you know the press.
No matter what I tell them,
they're gonna embellish things.
I get that it's great for ratings,
but it creates panic in my streets.
Soto stop that, commander,
is there anything positive
that I can feed them?
Yeah, you tell them Five-O is bringing
every resource to bear on this case
- and that an arrest is imminent.
- Is that true?
Not exactly,
but spread a bit of misinformation
about this guy, maybe he'll lay low.
- A bluff?
- It's a tactical maneuver.
What I can tell you is
that these murders are somehow
tied to the victims' past.
But I need time to ID this guy
before he strikes again.
I'm worried about our actions
moving forward.
Look, I'm totally aware
that this shooter killed two of ours.
Despite that, we still need to approach
this in a professional manner.
Okay, so, what's your concern,
specifically?
I'm not gonna beat around the bush
with you.
We all feel the loss of Keoki
and Ookala.
But we need to follow procedure here.
Everything by the book.
In a manner of speaking,
the whole world's watching.
This coward,
he killed two good men
without giving them the opportunity
to defend themselves.
H.P.D. has lost two family members.
So, yes, sir, we're all adults here,
but you can't expect the rank and file
not to feel anger about this.
I'm not talking about H.P.D.
I'm talking about you.
Two cops died today.
I don't want you
making this personal.
With all due respect, governor,
this guy didn't just kill two cops.
He killed my friends.
These are men that I grew up with
and men that I respected. I'm sure
he intends to kill a couple more.
So in all honesty, I don't know
how not to make it personal.
Take a look.
I confirmed the engravings
on both bullet casings
are an exact match.
The letters show the same type
of marks on each one.
What about results from the FBl's
Ransom and Demand database?
- Ran the writing. Didn't get any hits.
- Well, run it again.
Anybody this maniacal must have been
through the system at least once.
One would think,
but the fact is, there are many things
that can alter someone's handwriting
style. Arthritis, physical damage
or intentional misdirect
on the part of the suspect.
Hey. The canvassing
of the gun stores worked out.
H.P.D. just got a call
from a gunsmith saying
he sold the rifle casings
we found at the crime scene.
Thanks, Fong.
All you need is a bed,
right, babe?
- Excuse me?
- A bed.
A place to lay your kepi, and this would
make the perfect apartment, no?
What's your problem? Don't like guns?
You got one.
This is a necessity of the job, okay?
But I do not love guns
the way you love guns.
If purchased legally
and used responsibly,
they're a civilian's best friend.
- I thought that was a dog.
- Better than dogs.
You get the physical protection,
you don't have walk it,
don't have to feed it.
Heh. You know, Norm,
I gotta tell you,
you are everything I imagined
a gun-shop owner would be.
And you're a nasty human being,
you know that?
I don't like to broadcast this,
commander,
but I've been the captain
of my neighborhood watch team
for the past 20 years.
From one law enforcement officer
to the next--
Whoa, whoa. You mean from one
delusional gun nut to two real cops.
- You want my help or not?
- Yes, of course we want your help.
Just ignore him.
What are you saying? Please.
The name on the casing,
- is it your shooter or the victim?
- Oh. Let me get this one, please.
Respectfully, if we had
the shooter's name,
we wouldn't need your help,
would we?
Is he off his meds
or does he always act this way?
It's fine workmanship,
I'll tell you that.
Custom order is the only way
to get these things.
It's a little fancy for my taste,
but I can see the appeal.
- But you sell these, right?
- I sure do. Special order.
But so do a lot of other places
on the mainland.
Truth is, the guy you're looking for
could've bought them from here
or online.
All right. We'll check into
the mail-order thing.
In the meantime, I need a specific list
of exactly who you sold them to.
Well, I'd love to help you out,
but we don't keep records of things
like rifle casings.
It's too small a purchase to track,
and with all the federal monitoring
of gun sales,
we don't look to add more paperwork
to the pile.
Right.
Why would you go out of your way
to track something
that does 600 miles an hour,
comes out of a gun and kills people?
- Guns don't kill people--
- Shut up, Norm.
Stop, okay,
with that stupid sentence, okay?
The fact is,
idiots with guns kill people.
- No guns, no killing. It's that simple.
- Thank you, Norm.
- We appreciate your help.
- Okay.
Whoa. You don't want a grenade
or a rocket launcher?
Something nice like that?
- I keep that stuff in the back.
- I'm sure you do.
- I have no reason to doubt you.
- Get him out. He's bad for business.
- Thanks.
- Pleasure.
Thanks again for the call.
Hear anything else, you let us know.
- Call? What call?
- What do you mean, "What call?"
Wait. I thought you said
he responded to the H.P.D. canvass.
You didn't call H.P.D.
about that casing?
- No, I didn't call H.P.D.
- Get down!
- Cover left, Danny.
- Got you.
- You guys need backup?
- No!
Hey, I got movement coming out
of the garage.
- Got your belt on?
- Of course. You're driving.
Do me a favor.
Don't pass on the right.
- What?
- People are not paying attention.
Listening to their radios. They hear
sirens, see lights. What do they do?
They should get out of my way
or pull over.
Okay, exactly. That's why you do not
pass on the right, all right?
People pull to the right
when they hear sirens.
You want me to let this guy
get away?
No, no, no. The better plan
would maybe be to let me,
a trained police pursuit driver,
operate his own vehicle.
Oh, you're the better driver?
On a janky dirt road
peppered with land mines
in a third-world country,
yes, maybe you have me beat.
But here, on the well-paved streets
of Honolulu,
I am 1000 percent the better driver!
All right, bring it up, bring it up!
Chin.
Coast Guard have any luck
finding our shooter?
They're still looking.
What do you got?
Steve, the sniper was
in a third-floor vacant office
across from the gun store.
We also found another victim.
- What?
- A painter.
Must've surprised our guy.
Snapped his neck like a twig.
Not just snapped.
It looks like someone put his neck
in a vice. It's crushed.
All right, get the ID techs over there
and process the scene.
Our boy left in a hurry. He forgot
to take the gun case with him.
- We'll make sure it's held for prints.
- Roger that.
- Oh. That's a hand.
- It's a prosthetic.
Okay, now it makes sense
why we haven't been able to pull
any prints off the crime scenes.
Well, the good news is
it narrows our suspect pool down.
Couldn't be too many one-armed
snipers running around, right?
Yeah.
So, what's with the face?
What's the matter?
I think I just figured out
who our sniper is.
Happened about
20 years ago, when I was a kid.
Ookala, Ben Keoki and my dad,
they all received
the Department Medal of Valor
for stopping this bank heist
that was going on downtown.
These guys had already wounded
a bunch of the employees.
Once my dad and the boys get there,
they make a forced entry.
Go, go, go!
There's a brutal shoot-out.
My dad puts a couple rounds
into this guy. Curt Stoner.
During the shoot-out, Stoner had
his hands on the blasting caps.
One of my dad's rounds
hits the blasting cap,
blows Stoner's hands off.
Wow. I can see
why he'd be upset about that.
Now it's payback time.
According to this, Stoner did his bid,
and he was released
three months ago.
Model prisoner. He had a personal
recommendation from the warden.
Must've thought
he was rehabilitated.
A letter from his PO.
It took him two weeks to violate,
and now he has been off the map
ever since.
Whoa. Wait a minute, Danny.
Military record.
Before prison,
Stoner was a scout sniper in Vietnam.
Yeah, Kono, go.
Steve, Duke Lukela was just found
shot in an alley.
What happened?
He responded
to a suspicious-person call.
When he arrived,
looks like our sniper drilled him
between the shoulders. He's lost
a lot of blood and tissue, Steve.
- Where is he? Kono, is he alive?
- Triple.
Steve, look at this. Duke was part
of the team that took down Stoner.
Kono, stay with Lukela, okay?
Those Army docs
are the best in the business.
You make sure they do everything
humanly possible, okay?
- Lukela is not gonna die.
- Right.
Steve, there's two other cops
in this photo.
We gotta call H.P.D.
and get these guys protection
before this bastard strikes again.
Max, please tell me
you got something.
I've been working post-haste
to deliver you some workable results.
The good news is,
I processed the painter's body
and was able to determine
that the COD was a result of this.
Right. The hand.
That's fantastic work, Max.
But we do have to find the rest
of the Tin Man.
That's exactly the reason why
I called you here, Detective Williams.
When I examined your evidence,
I discovered
that these particular prosthetics
have a hidden registration number
engraved on the servo.
When I ran it, it came back
to our assumed suspect, Curt Stoner,
who received two prosthetics
courtesy of the Hawaii State
Corrections Department.
This particular prosthetic
has a warranty filled out by Stoner
three days after he was released
from Halawa Prison.
Please tell me
he put an address down.
He did. Unfortunately, it's just
a private mailbox in Chinatown.
That's a start. All right, thanks, Max.
All right, let's go!
- What's the word on Lukela?
- He made it through surgery.
- They're optimistic.
- All right, good.
Let's go.
- How you doing, sir?
- Okay.
We're looking for this man.
- You seen him?
- Nope.
You sure about that?
He rents a mailbox here.
You only got about a hundred
of them.
Mister, I don't keep track of them.
Why don't you take another look?
He's got a pair of prosthetic hands.
- I'm sorry, mister, I just don't know.
- Okay.
- Let me see your box rental list.
- I can't give out information like that.
The people in this neighborhood
rely on me to keep their privacy.
- So, heh, unless you have a warrant...
- Okay, fine.
Forget this.
We can have a warrant in an hour.
Or you can draw your knife
and petrify everybody.
Hey, wait a minute. Whoa. Hold on.
Hey. You just committed
a federal offense.
Actually, that's not true.
Technically, that's a filing cabinet,
not a mailbox.
Most of these are registered
to the apartment complex upstairs.
There must be a hundred units.
What are we gonna do,
knock on each door?
Hey, hey, hey.
You recognize that O?
- Yeah. It's written from bottom to top.
- Our suspect's handwriting.
Apartment 324.
- Clear left.
- Clear here.
Hey, Coffee's still warm.
He must've just left.
Where the hell is this guy?
Hello, Commander McGarrett.
I'm sorry I missed you today.
That won't happen again.
I'm sure you're curious
about who is next on my list.
If you want an answer
to that question,
look in the drawer by the phone.
I think you'll find it very interesting.
What is it?
Get away from the windows!
- Rooftop across the street.
- H.P.D., be advised.
Suspect is on the roof adjacent
to our position.
- What are you doing?
- Just cover me.
Kono. Take the shot.
You're gonna get one chance,
all right?
- Okay.
- Take the shot!
- Hey! What are we doing?
- You're not doing anything.
I'm gonna take the car, draw his fire.
When Kono gets a shot,
she's gonna take it, okay?
He's a sniper. You're not
gonna make it to the end of the block.
Oh, yeah, don't listen to me!
Don't listen to reason! Be you!
It's very you of you!
Nice shot, Kono.
What was that?
Are you Scarf ace?
What were you thinking?
I guess
I misinterpreted your game plan,
which, for the record,
was seriously flawed.
You were worried about me.
Worried? No, no.
I was worried about my car.
- I'm touched.
- Yeah.
You're touched in the head.
You are touched
by something that I cannot explain.
And so you know,
there are a lot of things on this planet
I am worried about.
Losing you in a combat situation
is not one of them. Okay?
Rough day. Let's get out of here.
We just wanted to thank you, Steve.
You're all I could've hoped for
in a son, Stephen.
I'm proud of you.
Steve, come on.
- Give me a sec.
He was a H.P.D. solo bike officer
who was on funeral detail,
Officer Keoki.
- Ben Keoki?
- I think so.
What, you know him?
Yeah, he lived in the corner house
on my block.
He and my dad were very close.
He was basically an uncle to me.
I'm sorry, man.
With Keoki,
the job was never about ego.
I don't think he ever took
a promotional exam.
- He just wanted to be a good cop.
- Sounds like he was a solid guy.
Yeah.
- Hey.
- What'd you find?
Look at this.
Tripod imprint, dirt's been disturbed,
boot impressions.
I'd say this was a sniper's
hide site.
Kono.
Do we know whose funeral it was?
I mean, maybe this guy's got
a beef with the family
- and Keoki just gets hit by a stray.
- I don't think so.
I found this in the area
where our guy took his shot.
The shooter engraved
a bullet casing with Keoki's name on it.
What kind of sick bastard
shoots a cop in cold blood?
Somebody with a serious grudge.
When we rode together,
Keoki never wanted to drive.
He always had me take the wheel.
He said he couldn't focus
on what was happening on the streets
if he had to worry about traffic lights.
- Brother had me fooled.
- How's that?
We were partners for two years
before I figured out he couldn't drive.
I found out he got his cousin
at the DMV to issue him a license
without having to take
the driving portion of the test.
It was your father that taught him
how to drive. On weekends.
Motorcycles too, when he decided
he wanted to be a motor officer.
Imagine that, Ben managing
to get into the academy
and onto the force
without the ability to drive a car.
That's how much
he wanted to be a cop.
Keoki ever have any run-ins?
You think this was a revenge hit?
Maybe.
We have to look at every angle.
We pushed it hard back then,
shook a lot of people,
made a ton of arrests,
but we were just street cops.
Domestics, drug pops.
Take your time.
Oh, believe me, I know
I shouldn't say this, commander,
but if I knew who was responsible,
I'd get him myself.
I get it. We all feel it.
Something like this, we all feel it.
I'm old-school.
You hurt one of mine, I hurt you back.
Troy, I'm gonna ask you a question,
all right?
Did Ben ever have
any money troubles?
Could he have borrowed
from the wrong people?
Ben didn't have a hell of a lot,
but he didn't owe anybody.
Keoki had too much pride
to take a loan from anyone.
All right, Troy, listen to me, all right?
We're gonna get this guy,
understand me?
But until we do, I need you
to stand down and let us handle it.
You remind me
a lot of your old man, Steve.
I trusted him. I trust you.
From these aerial shots
of the cemetery,
you can see our shooter
took a position of advantage
with maximum cover and just waited
for the procession to pull in.
So this guy's a pro.
He must've scouted this kill site
days before.
It was a hell of a shot. Bull's-eye
from almost 200 yards away.
Why kill him in a public place
like a cemetery?
- He wanted the headlines.
- So who is this guy? Mob? Military?
Chin, contact the FBI. Have them
pull intel on all known suspects
- with a similar MO.
- Yeah.
Should also check Keoki's
past arrest stats.
Maybe this is a parolee
who's got a grudge
- who was just recently discharged.
- You think he's gonna kill again?
This is the sniper's personal
calling card, okay?
The fact that he left this
tells me two things.
First of all, he's claiming
full responsibility for this.
Second of all,
he's getting off on it, okay?
So the question is not
whether he's gonna kill again.
The question is, how many people
are on the list?
Fong, get any prints
off that rifle casing?
Nothing. Either the sniper wiped it
down before he left the cemetery,
or he was wearing gloves.
Here, take a look at this.
Found something interesting
about the engraving.
The lettering is slightly irregular,
which means it was done by hand
and not by some locked-off
engraving machine.
Probably using something like this.
Okay, so he's old-school.
- How do we ID him?
- Well, the lettering is pretty distinct.
Most people write the letter O
top to bottom, like this.
Which you can tell
by the intersecting lines at the top.
Right. But in the case
of our shooter...
His "O" is written
from bottom to top.
That's what we call a unique identifier.
I'm running the sample through the
FBI Ransom and Demands database
for a possible match
to other similar criminal cases,
- but it's gonna take time.
- How long?
It could take days.
We don't have that kind of time.
Someone's out there killing cops.
A better lead
might be the casing itself.
Kono, that specific caliber rifle is used
in hundreds of different weapons.
True. But this doesn't look
like your typical bullet casing.
This thing is highly polished.
It looks like it's had some aftermarket
modifications to its coloring.
What does that tell us?
The shooter really knows his ammo
and his physics.
Any alteration will affect
not only how the cartridge fits
into the firing chamber
but its flight path, as well.
It's very specific. It's engineered.
I'm thinking I need to find a gunsmith
that specializes in custom loads.
You trying to put me out of a job,
Kono?
Heh. And what,
miss seeing you smile? No way.
- Thanks a lot. See you around.
- Happy I could help.
You a cop? Huh?
Because by law,
you gotta tell me if I ask.
I'm not a cop.
That's exactly what I would say.
If I was a cop.
- We gonna do this or not?
- I'm here, right?
That's it? A rifle?
That'd be a great idea
if I was hunting bear in Montana.
I was told you wanted something
untraceable and something fast.
Fast and untraceable does not mean
"some assembly will be required."
- Well, this is all I got.
- It's supposed to be for my protection.
How am I supposed to protect myself
or my product
if I can't even put that
up under my shirt?
This is better. This eliminates threats
before they make it through your door.
Yeah, but it creates
a lot of exposure.
Well, maybe you don't wanna play
with big-boy weapons.
I'll take it.
Watch closely how I put it together.
Damn, what the hell happened
to your hands?
I cut myself shaving.
Now pay attention.
Pull the receiver out of the case.
Flip the stock open till it clicks.
Line up the barrel.
Gas tube in the hole.
Put the hand guard
on top of the barrel.
Push the pin through.
Pull the lever over the pin.
Take the clip and then...
And it's bang-bang time.
Bang, bang.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Keoki had a lot of friends, huh?
- Yep. Good men always do.
What about family?
He got a big family?
Keoki's wife walked out on him
when I was a kid.
Ben, he was such an optimist,
you know, he used to...
He used to set a place for her
at the dinner table every night.
Even kept the porch light on in case
she changed her mind, you know.
But she never did.
She didn't come back.
- They have kids?
- A daughter.
Chelsea.
She was the same age as me.
We were pretty tight, actually,
back then.
We should try to contact her, see--
She died four years ago
of breast cancer.
Oh, wow.
I was deployed overseas
when I heard and, um... Ahem.
I was gonna look Keoki up
when I came back,
know what I mean?
Convey my condolences,
make sure he was doing okay,
just check on him, but...
Time slips away, Danny.
It just-- It disappears,
and I don't know, I waited too long.
No, stop, please.
Okay, you got busy. People get busy.
That is part of the job.
Guaranteed, Keoki knew that.
He also knew
that you cared about him, okay?
Yeah.
Kono, what do you got?
H.P.D. thinks they have
the sniper's house pinned
over by Ala Moana Park.
They're mobilizing now.
Got an anonymous call that Keoki's
killer was hiding at this address
and sitting on a huge stash
of methamphetamine.
Started shooting
as soon as we arrived.
- We clear the area?
- Working on it.
- We got an ID on this guy?
- Utilities come to a Don McKinney.
Came to the islands two years ago.
Been nothing but trouble since.
This guy have any run-ins
with Keoki?
None that we're aware of.
That's what doesn't make sense.
Hold your fire. H.P.D., hold your fire.
McKinney, this is Lieutenant
Commander Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
Throw your gun out.
Excuse me, did you think
that was gonna work, or what?
- Maybe he didn't hear me
Yeah, maybe he didn't--
McKinney, this is
Commander Steve McGarrett, Five-0.
Throw your gun out.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- What?
If you wanna get shot, I'll shoot you.
- Hey, McKinney!
- Would you stop?
- You come out or we're coming in.
- The door's wide open, cop!
What are you doing?
I'm gonna smoke him out.
Okay, Steve, stop.
Okay? SWAT is on their way
right now.
Can we please give them
the professional courtesy they deserve
- and let them do their job?
- You done'?
- I'm done. Why?
- Cover me.
Go, go!
Cover.
- Hey!
- What?
Know the difference
between cover and concealment?
One hides you from bullets, the other
hides you from sight. I have both.
I know the difference
between cover and concealment.
You do? Because right now,
you, the Navy SEAL, you got neither.
Time to make the donuts, pigs!
- What?! You can't mess with me!
- Hey, McKinney.
- You okay?
- Of course I'm okay,
because I took cover.
Like any normal human
with common sense and training
would have.
That's a .308 DRD Paratus
sniper rifle.
So, what, this uses
the same caliber ammo
- we found at our crime scene, right?
- Right.
But what?
You don't think this is our shooter.
This guy, he's a bottom-feeder
pushing ice to dope fiends.
You saw him shoot.
He couldn't hit the side of a barn.
Whoever took Keoki out
was a skilled sniper.
I got an officer down.
I need an ambulance, now!
- McKinney must've hit him.
- Troy, Troy.
Troy, hang on.
Where's that ambulance?
Commander McGarrett?
May I speak with you for a moment?
- You find something?
- I'm afraid so.
The shooting incident described
by Sergeant Lukela
indicated that the killer was shooting
from ground level, correct?
Yeah, he was 25 yards away
from the house,
in front of that black-and-white,
when he was hit.
Well, then,
my observations contradict that.
Based on the entry
and exit wounds of Officer Ookala,
I can ascertain that
he was shot from a higher angle,
- definitely not ground level.
- Okay, how high?
Higher than the window your suspect,
McKinney, was shooting from.
So McKinney didn't shoot him.
- It appears not.
- All right.
The shooter could've
got a sight line
from any one of these buildings
around here.
- Right.
- We need Fong down here
to tell us
where that bullet came from.
Here's your point of origin.
The victim was standing
right about here when he was shot.
Now I just need the trajectory
of the victim's entrance wound.
I believe the bullet entered
the victim's body
- at a downward angle of 20 degrees.
- Twenty degrees? Got it.
The sniper took the shot
from the corner of that rooftop.
Ookala.
Okay, so our sniper must've known
he would've been one
of the uniforms to respond.
And he must've been monitoring
police frequencies using a scanner.
Wouldn't have been hard to figure out
which car Ookala was assigned to.
We traced the 911 call
that tipped H.P.D. to McKinney's place.
Turns out it was a prepaid burner.
According to Narco,
chatter on the street was McKinney
was in the market for a weapon.
- We know why?
- One Cl said
he wanted it for protection
because two weeks ago,
he got rolled during an ice deal.
Okay, so McKinney is desperately
in need of a weapon,
our sniper gets wind of this,
hooks him up,
then he lures Ookala here
so he can put one in him.
We have to find a connection between
our shooter, Ookala and Keoki.
It's the only way we'll be able
to protect whoever else is on that list.
I'll get H.P.D. to cross-reference
Keoki and Ookala's past cases,
looking for anomalies.
It's gonna take some time.
These guys got 25 years on the job.
That's a lot of cases.
Those are just the cases
where Keoki and Ookala
were the primary arresting officers.
If you factor in the ones where they
were backup, it would be double that.
Put every available unit on this.
We can't waste time.
This guy's killing cops.
- Yeah.
- McGarrett.
Yes, governor.
I'll be right there.
That was Governor Denning.
He wants to be briefed.
He's holding a press conference
in one hour.
In two hours they'll chop our heads off
because we haven't caught this guy.
What are you gonna tell him?
I'm gonna tell him
that we positively lD'd our sniper.
I am doing my level best
to assure the Bureau of Tourism
that the situation's under control.
But you know the press.
No matter what I tell them,
they're gonna embellish things.
I get that it's great for ratings,
but it creates panic in my streets.
Soto stop that, commander,
is there anything positive
that I can feed them?
Yeah, you tell them Five-O is bringing
every resource to bear on this case
- and that an arrest is imminent.
- Is that true?
Not exactly,
but spread a bit of misinformation
about this guy, maybe he'll lay low.
- A bluff?
- It's a tactical maneuver.
What I can tell you is
that these murders are somehow
tied to the victims' past.
But I need time to ID this guy
before he strikes again.
I'm worried about our actions
moving forward.
Look, I'm totally aware
that this shooter killed two of ours.
Despite that, we still need to approach
this in a professional manner.
Okay, so, what's your concern,
specifically?
I'm not gonna beat around the bush
with you.
We all feel the loss of Keoki
and Ookala.
But we need to follow procedure here.
Everything by the book.
In a manner of speaking,
the whole world's watching.
This coward,
he killed two good men
without giving them the opportunity
to defend themselves.
H.P.D. has lost two family members.
So, yes, sir, we're all adults here,
but you can't expect the rank and file
not to feel anger about this.
I'm not talking about H.P.D.
I'm talking about you.
Two cops died today.
I don't want you
making this personal.
With all due respect, governor,
this guy didn't just kill two cops.
He killed my friends.
These are men that I grew up with
and men that I respected. I'm sure
he intends to kill a couple more.
So in all honesty, I don't know
how not to make it personal.
Take a look.
I confirmed the engravings
on both bullet casings
are an exact match.
The letters show the same type
of marks on each one.
What about results from the FBl's
Ransom and Demand database?
- Ran the writing. Didn't get any hits.
- Well, run it again.
Anybody this maniacal must have been
through the system at least once.
One would think,
but the fact is, there are many things
that can alter someone's handwriting
style. Arthritis, physical damage
or intentional misdirect
on the part of the suspect.
Hey. The canvassing
of the gun stores worked out.
H.P.D. just got a call
from a gunsmith saying
he sold the rifle casings
we found at the crime scene.
Thanks, Fong.
All you need is a bed,
right, babe?
- Excuse me?
- A bed.
A place to lay your kepi, and this would
make the perfect apartment, no?
What's your problem? Don't like guns?
You got one.
This is a necessity of the job, okay?
But I do not love guns
the way you love guns.
If purchased legally
and used responsibly,
they're a civilian's best friend.
- I thought that was a dog.
- Better than dogs.
You get the physical protection,
you don't have walk it,
don't have to feed it.
Heh. You know, Norm,
I gotta tell you,
you are everything I imagined
a gun-shop owner would be.
And you're a nasty human being,
you know that?
I don't like to broadcast this,
commander,
but I've been the captain
of my neighborhood watch team
for the past 20 years.
From one law enforcement officer
to the next--
Whoa, whoa. You mean from one
delusional gun nut to two real cops.
- You want my help or not?
- Yes, of course we want your help.
Just ignore him.
What are you saying? Please.
The name on the casing,
- is it your shooter or the victim?
- Oh. Let me get this one, please.
Respectfully, if we had
the shooter's name,
we wouldn't need your help,
would we?
Is he off his meds
or does he always act this way?
It's fine workmanship,
I'll tell you that.
Custom order is the only way
to get these things.
It's a little fancy for my taste,
but I can see the appeal.
- But you sell these, right?
- I sure do. Special order.
But so do a lot of other places
on the mainland.
Truth is, the guy you're looking for
could've bought them from here
or online.
All right. We'll check into
the mail-order thing.
In the meantime, I need a specific list
of exactly who you sold them to.
Well, I'd love to help you out,
but we don't keep records of things
like rifle casings.
It's too small a purchase to track,
and with all the federal monitoring
of gun sales,
we don't look to add more paperwork
to the pile.
Right.
Why would you go out of your way
to track something
that does 600 miles an hour,
comes out of a gun and kills people?
- Guns don't kill people--
- Shut up, Norm.
Stop, okay,
with that stupid sentence, okay?
The fact is,
idiots with guns kill people.
- No guns, no killing. It's that simple.
- Thank you, Norm.
- We appreciate your help.
- Okay.
Whoa. You don't want a grenade
or a rocket launcher?
Something nice like that?
- I keep that stuff in the back.
- I'm sure you do.
- I have no reason to doubt you.
- Get him out. He's bad for business.
- Thanks.
- Pleasure.
Thanks again for the call.
Hear anything else, you let us know.
- Call? What call?
- What do you mean, "What call?"
Wait. I thought you said
he responded to the H.P.D. canvass.
You didn't call H.P.D.
about that casing?
- No, I didn't call H.P.D.
- Get down!
- Cover left, Danny.
- Got you.
- You guys need backup?
- No!
Hey, I got movement coming out
of the garage.
- Got your belt on?
- Of course. You're driving.
Do me a favor.
Don't pass on the right.
- What?
- People are not paying attention.
Listening to their radios. They hear
sirens, see lights. What do they do?
They should get out of my way
or pull over.
Okay, exactly. That's why you do not
pass on the right, all right?
People pull to the right
when they hear sirens.
You want me to let this guy
get away?
No, no, no. The better plan
would maybe be to let me,
a trained police pursuit driver,
operate his own vehicle.
Oh, you're the better driver?
On a janky dirt road
peppered with land mines
in a third-world country,
yes, maybe you have me beat.
But here, on the well-paved streets
of Honolulu,
I am 1000 percent the better driver!
All right, bring it up, bring it up!
Chin.
Coast Guard have any luck
finding our shooter?
They're still looking.
What do you got?
Steve, the sniper was
in a third-floor vacant office
across from the gun store.
We also found another victim.
- What?
- A painter.
Must've surprised our guy.
Snapped his neck like a twig.
Not just snapped.
It looks like someone put his neck
in a vice. It's crushed.
All right, get the ID techs over there
and process the scene.
Our boy left in a hurry. He forgot
to take the gun case with him.
- We'll make sure it's held for prints.
- Roger that.
- Oh. That's a hand.
- It's a prosthetic.
Okay, now it makes sense
why we haven't been able to pull
any prints off the crime scenes.
Well, the good news is
it narrows our suspect pool down.
Couldn't be too many one-armed
snipers running around, right?
Yeah.
So, what's with the face?
What's the matter?
I think I just figured out
who our sniper is.
Happened about
20 years ago, when I was a kid.
Ookala, Ben Keoki and my dad,
they all received
the Department Medal of Valor
for stopping this bank heist
that was going on downtown.
These guys had already wounded
a bunch of the employees.
Once my dad and the boys get there,
they make a forced entry.
Go, go, go!
There's a brutal shoot-out.
My dad puts a couple rounds
into this guy. Curt Stoner.
During the shoot-out, Stoner had
his hands on the blasting caps.
One of my dad's rounds
hits the blasting cap,
blows Stoner's hands off.
Wow. I can see
why he'd be upset about that.
Now it's payback time.
According to this, Stoner did his bid,
and he was released
three months ago.
Model prisoner. He had a personal
recommendation from the warden.
Must've thought
he was rehabilitated.
A letter from his PO.
It took him two weeks to violate,
and now he has been off the map
ever since.
Whoa. Wait a minute, Danny.
Military record.
Before prison,
Stoner was a scout sniper in Vietnam.
Yeah, Kono, go.
Steve, Duke Lukela was just found
shot in an alley.
What happened?
He responded
to a suspicious-person call.
When he arrived,
looks like our sniper drilled him
between the shoulders. He's lost
a lot of blood and tissue, Steve.
- Where is he? Kono, is he alive?
- Triple.
Steve, look at this. Duke was part
of the team that took down Stoner.
Kono, stay with Lukela, okay?
Those Army docs
are the best in the business.
You make sure they do everything
humanly possible, okay?
- Lukela is not gonna die.
- Right.
Steve, there's two other cops
in this photo.
We gotta call H.P.D.
and get these guys protection
before this bastard strikes again.
Max, please tell me
you got something.
I've been working post-haste
to deliver you some workable results.
The good news is,
I processed the painter's body
and was able to determine
that the COD was a result of this.
Right. The hand.
That's fantastic work, Max.
But we do have to find the rest
of the Tin Man.
That's exactly the reason why
I called you here, Detective Williams.
When I examined your evidence,
I discovered
that these particular prosthetics
have a hidden registration number
engraved on the servo.
When I ran it, it came back
to our assumed suspect, Curt Stoner,
who received two prosthetics
courtesy of the Hawaii State
Corrections Department.
This particular prosthetic
has a warranty filled out by Stoner
three days after he was released
from Halawa Prison.
Please tell me
he put an address down.
He did. Unfortunately, it's just
a private mailbox in Chinatown.
That's a start. All right, thanks, Max.
All right, let's go!
- What's the word on Lukela?
- He made it through surgery.
- They're optimistic.
- All right, good.
Let's go.
- How you doing, sir?
- Okay.
We're looking for this man.
- You seen him?
- Nope.
You sure about that?
He rents a mailbox here.
You only got about a hundred
of them.
Mister, I don't keep track of them.
Why don't you take another look?
He's got a pair of prosthetic hands.
- I'm sorry, mister, I just don't know.
- Okay.
- Let me see your box rental list.
- I can't give out information like that.
The people in this neighborhood
rely on me to keep their privacy.
- So, heh, unless you have a warrant...
- Okay, fine.
Forget this.
We can have a warrant in an hour.
Or you can draw your knife
and petrify everybody.
Hey, wait a minute. Whoa. Hold on.
Hey. You just committed
a federal offense.
Actually, that's not true.
Technically, that's a filing cabinet,
not a mailbox.
Most of these are registered
to the apartment complex upstairs.
There must be a hundred units.
What are we gonna do,
knock on each door?
Hey, hey, hey.
You recognize that O?
- Yeah. It's written from bottom to top.
- Our suspect's handwriting.
Apartment 324.
- Clear left.
- Clear here.
Hey, Coffee's still warm.
He must've just left.
Where the hell is this guy?
Hello, Commander McGarrett.
I'm sorry I missed you today.
That won't happen again.
I'm sure you're curious
about who is next on my list.
If you want an answer
to that question,
look in the drawer by the phone.
I think you'll find it very interesting.
What is it?
Get away from the windows!
- Rooftop across the street.
- H.P.D., be advised.
Suspect is on the roof adjacent
to our position.
- What are you doing?
- Just cover me.
Kono. Take the shot.
You're gonna get one chance,
all right?
- Okay.
- Take the shot!
- Hey! What are we doing?
- You're not doing anything.
I'm gonna take the car, draw his fire.
When Kono gets a shot,
she's gonna take it, okay?
He's a sniper. You're not
gonna make it to the end of the block.
Oh, yeah, don't listen to me!
Don't listen to reason! Be you!
It's very you of you!
Nice shot, Kono.
What was that?
Are you Scarf ace?
What were you thinking?
I guess
I misinterpreted your game plan,
which, for the record,
was seriously flawed.
You were worried about me.
Worried? No, no.
I was worried about my car.
- I'm touched.
- Yeah.
You're touched in the head.
You are touched
by something that I cannot explain.
And so you know,
there are a lot of things on this planet
I am worried about.
Losing you in a combat situation
is not one of them. Okay?
Rough day. Let's get out of here.
We just wanted to thank you, Steve.
You're all I could've hoped for
in a son, Stephen.
I'm proud of you.
Steve, come on.
- Give me a sec.